#I was honestly crying a little after she emailed me back
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His Muse
Pairing : Ghost x Secretary Reader
Warnings: angst, smut, choking, ghost jacking off in his car. Ghost driving for some damn reason
18+ ONLY MDNI
( YES, HETEROCHROMIA GHOST. CRY)
Now, you were a secretary for a special operations force called Task Force 141. While being the secretary, they had strict rules, of course, it wasn't JUST for you, but they weren't anything hard to follow honestly. It's not like you were some damn horny teenager, you were just trying to get by with this job. You wanted some job that could help you real good...and somehow you landed with this one, being the secretary, you only had to organize nearly everything, write reports, and emails, keep up with data, and do whatever Captain Pierce asks of you.
None of the members spoke to you as they never really saw you, well they did, but you didn't pay attention. Your face was always focused on the computer, typing away, but hey? What's a girl gotta do to get by yeah? One task force menber caught your eye, Simon Riley, he was quiet, and when he spoke his voice was cold, a little too serious. But when he looked at you, you wouldn't look back. He was honestly scary looking, honestly, he looked like he could just snap you in half if you said something wrong. You never spoke to him, he's always busy, you're Always busy... and either way, what would you say to him? The only thing you could think about saying was something about his eyes, they were pretty, one eye was brown, the other grayish blue. You had never seen heterochromia in person before, it was beautiful. It wouldn't hurt to tell him that... Right? Y/n had thought, it was not like he would kill her for that.
Noticing the time, and one of the recent emails from Captain Pierce, she had to bring a folder of mission data to the meeting...in that room ..with all those people. That wasn't scary...at all, y/n unlocked her cabinet, reached in the middle for a file, and closed it back, locking it.
She'd walk down the hallway and then turn to her right, knocking on a door, the sign next to the door would read "conference room". Through the window she saw a black male, with short curly hair, he was leaning back in his chair, he turned to her and smiled for a split second. his eyes went back to somebody who was talking, Shortly after the talk was done, y/n was allowed into the room, she walked over to Captain Pierce, placing the folder down as she turned around, she saw an empty chair next to a task force member named soap, he was nice, but all discussions y/n had with him were short. Was that Ghost's chair? Noticing y/n's stare, soap smiled, his other hand which rested behind a chair pointed down the hall.
Usually, he didn't do this, he would ignore her if she came in during meetings because she wasn't supposed to hear a thing about the meetings, y/n snapped out of it as she left, closing the door behind her. Now, she didn't like him like a crush, nor was she a fan of him, she just wanted to tell him her lil compliment.
Y/n went down the hall and turned, seeing a man pour him some coffee, it was a ghost, and he needed a breather. Y/n leaned on the wall as she watched him. Honestly ..he was so.. it was unexplainable but ...the girls that get it, get it. "You just gonna stand there and look stupid?" He said, not even turning around "Oh! Sorry I-'' she was about to explain before he finished her sentence" Didn't mean to," he said..pouring coffee into his coffee cup.
"How did you know what I was gonna say?" She asked him, as she walked closer, leaning on the counter "Cause that's what every secretary before you said " he said, his voice was cold, it was like he was just...tired of playing this game, over and over. "Every secretary before me? What happened to them?" Y/n asked, now...she was curious! She had forgotten all about her compliment. Ghost would let out a sigh as he turned around. "they all got terminated, fired. Breaking rules.. or they were spies" he said, he had some skull balaclava on, not the full mask, ghost would place his cup down leaning on the counter.
"you're gonna end up just like them, you're gonna take a bribe and spy, or break that rule." He added on, he read her like a book, y/n though, she scrunched up her face in confusion, somehow feeling a little disrespectful "Okay mr mysterious" she said with a slight eye roll. "Ghost." He corrected her, his voice firm "Lieutenant ghost." He said. Y/n's eyes widened when she realized his rank, now she felt a little demotion coming for that eye roll. Ghost's face was blank, with no expression, just those eyes staring at her as if he was reading her like a book. " What rule did they break" Y/n was a little interested in the lore now.. she was glad she was on break, otherwise Captain Pierce would have her head.
"Someone lacks critical thinking skills.." he mumbled, who invited him to the bitch fest? "No dating rule. They come up to me just like you did ...no ill intent, ask questions...then there's that compliment, and it starts something" he said, each word he got close to her, y/n leaned back against the counter as his hands rested on the counter, trapping her, his eyes stared down at her as if he was disappointed. "I'm gonna say this once... Don't treat this like it's some game like you can just sway a coworker with this innocent act, be professional" he said, he was tired. But was he tired of those girls just .. treating him like he was an award, an object for pleasure, or just....the betrayal, tired of having hope, letting someone close, and then...boom.
Well, the answer was he was just... Tired of the unprofessionalism "Huh -" y/n noticed how close he was, her heart beat so damn fast, hell! She wasn't trying to seduce him, she just wanted to give him that compliment." I...I just wanted to say your eyes are pretty. I never saw them up close. I'm sorry if you thought I was trying to pursue you Lieutenant" she said, and ghost was wrong, well, half wrong. He shook his head "You don't know what you're getting yourself into. Run along." He said turning his back to her and going back to his coffee...
Y/n was so confused...what the hell? She was NOT trying to seduce this man," um...right." she said walking back to her desk, part of her kind of liked that. But the other part was so damn confusing. Now, for the rest of her break, she was on the phone with her best friend until...she felt her phone vibrate, from a text message.. sent an unknown number. "Girl hold on...some number just texted me..." She said, putting her on speaker, "bitch don't you have it where unsaved numbers can't contact you??" She said, "Girl yes I do, that's why I'm confused."
She looked at the text message reading You're Loud. we can hear you down here. Now she knew it wasn't Captain Pierce because she had his number saved. "Is it your boss?" She asked "No? I have his number saved, remember he gave us that ride back to my house?" Y/n said "Oh shit...right Anyway, when is he gonna let me climb that tree-" she said "Bye Audrey, you are not getting me fired because you're sexually attracted to my boss- WHO COULD BE YOUR DAD," y/n said "call me a panther. I'm ready to take it..." Audrey said. "Bye ...get off my phone.. you're distracting me, I'll see you later." Y/n hung up on her sighing
She was a hot mess, Audrey was the friend with no filter, but anyway. She would look at the message rolling her eyes a little, y/n texted the number back saying Sorry about that, but who is this and how did you get my number? only for it to be left on read for about 50 minutes. She just rolled her eyes going back to organizing meetings and events. She hummed, and of course..responding to emails, she kind of neglected them.
Shortly after that, her phone lit up as she got a text message that said Lieutenant Ghost. with that she saved the contact. She wanted to mess with him a little, to ease the weird tension between them Responding 56 minutes later? now nice of you. She would text him. Yes, she thought she ate that. This time she got a quick response It's disrespectful to be on your phones during meetings, and you're counting the minutes Ms L/n? Y/n saw that, was she just eaten up respectfully? And Ms? SHE'S NOT EVEN MARRIED? Oh.. you could just call me Y/n, and I'm not married Lieutenant.. it would be Miss.. she would respond to his text Yeah YEAH she ate him up. noted. Would be the last text message he even sent.
soon came the end of the day, when everyone left, y/n was the only one left she had to stay back and respond to some emails, once she was done she'd lock her computer and would put any paperwork she left out, back in the respective drawers, when she went to the door she had seen the rain attacking the streets, this caused a loud annoyed groan from y/n, she didn't bring a damn umbrella cause she swore it wouldn't rain today. She suddenly felt someone behind her... who was left here? Was she not alone? As soon as she turned, she saw that it was Lieutenant Ghost, holding an umbrella at her "How far is your car..." He said. Now he didn't want her getting drenched in the rain, that's the nicest he could be at least "Oh no- my friends picking me up..." She said, smiling. That smile unthawed that heart of his, just a little. " It's 11:00 pm L/n, normal people are asleep by now," he said.
"So...you're not normal?" She asked, her smile getting wider, ghost just raised an eyebrow.."let me take you home." He said opening the door for her, he didn't exactly answer that question of hers ``You can drive? Gaz said ...you can't drive, you shouldn't be allowed behind the wheel" She said, if you saw the look on y/n's face, she looked horrified. "Do you want a ride home or do you want a sneak peek at the next little mermaid." He was getting drenched waiting for her, y/n laughed at his comment, and she stepped under the umbrella and followed him to his car, which was an eight-seater, and she mumbled sorry since she felt bad for him getting drenched. Ghost just got in behind the wheel, y/n turned to him asking him a question "Hey... Lieutenant... How come you're staying back?? Wouldn't you be sleeping about this time?" She asked "I could ask you the same, but I was getting training in.. that's all," he said, but the look on his face said differently.
Now ghost? He took care of his body, he had...muscle, a lot of it.. it was even visible when he wasn't flexing. Y/n would stare at his arms and hands as he drove, then slowly, her eyes moved back to his very own beautiful eyes. "Are you sure? You have this look on your face... Like you're not here mentally.." She said, Ghost stopped at a light, turning to her "You know, some questions aren't supposed to be asked," he said. "Well- I'm here for" "No you're not." He corrected her, internally, Ghost felt like he couldn't speak to anyone, it was a waste of time. "you can't handle anything I would tell you. that's if I did." He said, shaking his head, "How come? I'm helpful- I can handle it." She said " No." He repeated. "Please - I promise I can lift a weight off your shoulders" she begged, she wanted to help him, she felt like he could use a friend honestly "No. I'm not gonna say it again." Ghost said, sounding annoyed.
"Everyone does- "Y/n tried to speak, but she got cut off " Y/N. For the last time no, don't waste your time. You'd only hurt yourself..you'd be useless in this situation" He said, his voice like a stab directly into the heart, after that, y/n got quiet..then she furrowed her eyebrows turning to him "You don't need to be rude." She said Ghost looked confused, he didn't expect her to talk back "And I'm not useless... I'm a great listener! I don't know why but, ever since I've talked to you, you've done nothing but assume the worst about me. I just want to be your friend!" She said, Ghost started driving again, going silent before he deeply sighed "Colleagues, especially us, can't be friends. You're gonna be just like-" "I'm not like them- I don't wanna use you like a boy toy! I just think you're cool for fucks sake !" Y/n was starting to get so damn tired of his mindset.
"I understand you have this...wound but you can't just make it seem like I'm some weirdo... I'm not gonna befriend you, sleep with you, then leave! I think you're cool! " She said, "Besides, friends don't do any of that!" She added nodding. "If I say yes, are you gonna stop asking to be my friend?" He said, annoyed, he did feel a little better about her now that he knew she wasn't gonna try anything. "Yes!" Said smiling. "Does this mean I get to know your name?" She said, her smile all big.. ghost would let out a large...long dramatic sigh "Simon." He said, "That's a cute name !" She said, going to his contact, and changing his name, Ghost watched her shaking his head "But don't call me that at work. At least keep some professionalism" he said "Does that mean you'll call me by my first name?" She ignored what he said
"Did you hear what I said?" He stopped the car, turning to her with a serious look" Yes...." She said, looking away. The whole ride she didn't look him in the eyes, Ghost noticed that "look at me ." He asked, instead y/n would turning to look at a tree, Ghost would park between two cars as he gripped the girl's jaw, making her look at him. "What did I say?" He asked her, y/n stared in his eyes, fuck. She got nervous, butterflies filled her stomach as she bit her lips "Umm.. call you Lieutenant something. During work ...professional stuff..yeah." she said. Suddenly the tension between them got hot..
Ghost sighed, looking at her pretty lips a little too long.. "fuck.." he said"what... Do I have something on my face?" She said furrowing her eyebrows, confused "Nah..." He said just ..staring, was he gonna kiss her? "Hey- I mean...if you wanna kiss me .. do it, yolo?" She said, honestly she thought 3 things were gonna happen, he headbutts the fuck out of her, kisses her, or or or. Well, scratch those two things.
"That'd be unprofessional.." he said, his eyes never leaving her lips. "Oh for fucks sake then fire me for this." She lifted his mask to his lips, kissing him, and she held his face. The next thing you knew she was on his lap making out with the masked man, it got hot...he gripped her waist as her kiss got serious. A moan came from y/n as Ghost's hand slowly unbuttoned her shirt. Suddenly y/n heard her name being called, she snapped out of it looking at ghosts.
"Bloody hell. You look like you just saw a ghost." He said, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion "I'm sorry Lieutenant, what were you saying..?" Y/n said blinking a couple of times "I said did you hear what I said?" He said "Oh yeah ..professionalism." she said, sighing "No, I asked you for your address?" Now Ghost was confused "What's with you? You were just staring off?" He said, looking her up and down. "Nothing...I could've just sworn... Something had happened. But it didn't? I was just imagining it." Y/n said, "But I live...." She told him his address, she only lived a couple blocks down from him.
Eventually, y/n and ghost pulled up to her pretty house, she watched the rain fall with a smile, and then she turned to Ghost "Hey.. I have a question lieutenant.." she said "Simon, we are out of work.." he said, this girl fought to be his friend and get the privilege of knowing and calling him by his name... Now she's not? "But lieutenant sounds better," she said, aggravating Simon, and she knew she was. "God, you're annoying..what is it? What's your question" he said, sighing.. he was getting used to y/n honestly.. She was cute in a sense.
"Can we take a photo ? I wanna put it in your contact.. " she said, Ghost sighed "..." He looked at her, and the look he gave told her no, but ... She wanted a yes, she pleaded, doing the little look and all "fine." Ghost, a dog trained to kill mercilessly, cracked to a secretary pleading for a photo "but don't show anyone it. Got it?" He said
"Thank you, Simon!" She giggled and hugged him, this caught Him off guard, he wasn't.. the type of person who did physical affection, but his arms wrapped around her, hugging her back as a part of him wanted to cry, she felt so nice and warm. Something so comforting, he had the urge to protect her, the urge to lock her in a cage and keep her all to himself. "Ghost..?" She said as he spaced out, his head resting on her shoulder, his grip was firm but allowed her to move
she pulled back slightly reaching for his face, and that's when his eyes snapped to her, he released her looking away.. suddenly y/ns giggle was heard "You're a hugger." She said, "I'm a soldier." He replied she shook her head "No no, deep down that hug, you cherished it..that moment was something you're gonna remember" she said, he rolled his eyes turning his head to him"What are you- some psychologist?" He squinted.
"Oh no - I went to college for ( insert major of your choice) I could never do psychology! But my friend Audrey is a psychologist so I know a couple of things." She said proudly, Ghost nodded, he knew to remember Audrey "Come on and take this picture..you got some sleep to get." He said, "Aww you care!" She said messing with him. "Y/n." He said, "Okay okay!" She laughed, his care filled with her joy and giggles... Something for a change ... Maybe she wasn't like the others, well he hoped so.
She leaned in, getting him in the frame, but he barely was in it "Oh let me readjust!" She said she moved a little, and it didn't fix. This process went on for 6 minutes. "Note to self.. don't let y/n take pictures ." He sighed "Just... Sit on my lap for the picture." He said. Y/n grew flustered, "but I could crush you-" she said trying to find a better alternative, Ghost looked offended " ' I can lift you easy, you'll find out someday..But hurry up." She said,
she sighed, climbing into his lap hovering, getting ready to take the picture, ghost glared, putting his hands onto her waist as he forced her down with ease as if she was some kind of lightweight to him." see. not that hard to sit down and listen. Atta girl, now take the picture." He said, atta girl? Sit down and listen. Y/n was flustered by his words... Whew lord she needed to act right .. She felt his arms wrap around her, and she took the picture smiling. She didn't know what Ghost did, but she took it.
Y/n had accidentally dropped her phone, she moved back against Ghost as she bent down while sitting on him "What are you doing-" he said, his heart dropping as he felt her right above something she shouldn't be on. "Well I dropped my phone, so he still!" She said she was the only one moving around, god, she didn't mean to grind but she was doing it! Ghost bit down on his lips as he resisted the urge to just.. thrust up, suddenly he felt her warmth...that didn't help. "Y/n... Please just ...look normally.." he said, his voice cracking
"Shut up I almost got it!" She said, her lower body hovering above the said area before roughly sitting down, this made Ghost tilt his head up as he roughly gripped her waist forcing her to sit up. "Have you got that damn phone yet?" He said, his chest heaving up and down. "Yeah! I got it as soon as you pulled me up, thanks again for the ride Simon, I'll pay you back I promise...are you gonna watch me go in my house?" She asked, Simon just nodded as he watched her get up, and out of the car leaving to go inside her house
GHOST POV
fuck... I know she didn't mean to do that but... Shit. Why am I so riled up over something like that? Get it together lieutenant. He thought, he looked down at his boner as he sighed...she's in her house ...and it's not like y/n could see through his windows. He sighed, unbuckling his pants, and pulling down his boxers just to see his erect cock spring out, pre cum nearly leaking out, he removed his gloves sighed, closed them strokes his shaft. You're probably wondering what he imagined, of course, it was y/n, he tilted his head back only to see y/n bouncing on his cock, a moaning and teary mess.
He bucked his hips up into his hand as he visualized how pretty her boobs would look bouncing every time she did, looking down just to see a bulge , he was the one causing it. Her whines and moans, her pleading for him to go faster, rougher, to choke her. And he did just that, then...a word came out. "love you so much!" she said, instead of shocking ghost, in this scenario he took his mask off begining to mark her up with bite marks and hickeys. Y/n gripped his short blonde shaggy hair. His thrusts became passionate as he Whined "so good..so good .. nice and warm for me" he said in a shakey voice... Finally, he came A little too much, the little scenario ended as he opened his eyes to him being in his car parked out by y/ns house, he cleaned himself up. Simon has a moment of clarity... He just sighed, before speaking to himself "I'm setting myself up again..." He said before fixing himself, driving off.
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the not so good call up (Wonze x Reader)
(not my gif)
part 2- mama y papa
the Barcelona team closed up the season, with every trophy they could. now the season is over the next trophy that everyone's eyes looking at is the World Cup.
you had never thought that you would get a call-up and you didn't want one, especially after all the drama and the stories that the other Spanish girls have told in the Barca squad, it honestly scared you. Kiera and Lucy had both been called up for England and your plan was to stay with Mapi whilst everyone else was at their national team.
you were helping both women get all their things together making sure there was nothing forgotten, you felt your phone buzz in your pocket, and you picked it up and answered the call.
"hola," you answered.
"hello Y/N it's Jorge Vilda i would like you to join Spain in the World Cup" he said.
that one sentence had you stunned and not in a good way, you didn't know what to say.
"ermm yeah thanks" you said not knowing how else to respond ready to hide away.
"Okay so i will send you all the emails and have the kit and everything else sent to your door i will see you in 2 weeks," he said and hung up the phone before you could say anything else.
"hey you coming back to help," Lucy asked peering into your room, you turned around and she noticed your face.
"what's up" she said jumping into mum mode.
"i got called up" you said.
lucy signed grabbing your hand and dragging me into their room where Keira was sitting on their bed.
"hey what's going on," she said sitting up and noticing the tension.
"i got called up" you said almost in tears it all setting in.
"I'm gonna make a couple of calls" Lucy said walking out of the room.
you walked and landed in Keira's arms breaking down crying.
"hey shhh it's gonna be okay" she said rubbing my back.
you stayed in this position for a while until Lucy came back with some visitors, Alexia and Mapi.
"hey chica," Ale said hugging you.
"I don't want to go," you said.
"hey you'll be fine You're a tough cookie I'm here Irene will be there your not alone we will be there every step of the way," she said and you nodded.
i looked at Mapi and she said "Make us proud your our little superstar show them who you are"
"sorry i can't stay with you," you said.
"it's fine we can have our adventures later on there is always time" she said and you smiled.
*months later*
it was the final against England, against your parents. they got to see you before the match and you hugged them for the first time in months, you told them how bad it had been and that you were exhausted from playing every minute of every game that there was.
you were now in the lineup watching the England girls laugh and smile and you caught Keira's eyes and she winked at you.
the game was tough and you were able to get a goal past Mary Earps and it was the only goal of the game, you had won the world cup. When the final whistle blew you stood there not moving watching as all the girls celebrated, you sat down taking your boots off.
the English girls came over shook your hands and some sat with you. As you watched everyone else either cried in disbelief or celebrated.
you see both your adoptive parents walk towards you, and you run towards them hugging them.
"hey baby," Lucy said.
"I'm sorry you lost" you said wiping the tears from her eyes.
"hey, it is okay I'm glad it was you who scored," Keira said kissing the side of your head.
Alexia came over to you kissed the side of your head and hugged both the English players.
"hey it's time" she said and i nodded.
we walked over to where the rest of the Spanish girls were and it was rewards time, you watched as the English girls walked past the trophy with their second medals.
It was your turn you got your medal briefly shaking the official hands and then the trophy lift. you were standing at the back and Alexia grabbed your hand and dragged you to the front and you helped Alexia lift the trophy.
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AU-gust, Day 9: Cleaning Crew
A/N: Avengers Crossover and allusions to smut, ahoy!
This ended up way hurt/comfort/fluff than I anticipated and there were almost no sexy times? And it was definitely the Avengers cockblocking Eddie and not the other way around so if there's still interest in that, I could see me writing THAT AU in the future! I just wanted Steve to be properly appreciated, you know? Anyways, happy AU-gust Day 9!
“This is the weirdest NDA I’ve ever seen.”
“Question, how many NDAs have you seen?”
Nancy Wheeler’s pinched face glared at Steve through his Starkphone. “Enough.” She rolled her eyes at Steve and restarted her perusal of the hefty contract Steve had emailed over to her (that she’d insisted on printing and making notes on, because even ten years removed from high school, Nancy Wheeler was thorough.) “There’s some things here regarding interpersonal relationships that seem a little unprecedented.”
“But?” Steve Harrington echoed, his eyebrows near his hairline.
“But you are dealing with the world’s first literal superhero team so these probably aren’t unreasonable requests,” she finished between gritted teeth.
“Great, so I can sign it then.”
“Steve,” Nancy sighed, and she pinched her nose between her eyes, “are you sure you want to do this? If it’s a matter of money - ”
“It’s not, Nance. Neither one of us has to work,” Steve argued back and hey, he wasn’t wrong. The government had been obscenely generous in their payouts after they’d finally defeated Vecna. And, okay, was it a little weird that instead of going to a fancy school or kickstarting his musical career or buying a weed farm that Steve rented a normal apartment and put the rest away into an investment fund? Maybe. Did he need to work, let alone work as a glorified cleaning service for the one percent? No, not at all.
But maintaining one of his (recently-divorced) mother’s properties had turned into a prosperous career because hey, it turns out all of those years spent cleaning up after the kids (and the interdimensional monsters they kept as pets) meant that he was, like, really good at cleaning. (And he was still incredibly insecure about his intelligence, or lack-thereof, and he didn’t want to be the only one who didn’t get into the dream school he applied for.)
And now he’d been personally asked – by Pepper Potts herself, of all people (who apparently played bridge with his mom?) – to take over the general care and upkeep of the personnel apartments at the newly re-christened Avengers Tower in New York City.
(Thank God he’d been out of town at one of Lucas’ basketball games when the whole attack happened; not that he wouldn’t have been willing to help but man, fighting monsters takes a toll when you’re not a superhuman. And he was only thirty.)
“This just feels like a cry for help, Steve. Do you really want to look after the world’s most difficult group of people?”
Steve stared at Nancy without blinking. “I babysat Henderson for years. I feel like I’m still babysitting Henderson.”
“I know, it’s just – I’m just worried that you’re not moving on, Steve.”
And, well, that hurt. Because sure, he didn’t have a doctorate like Robin or Dustin and he wasn’t playing professional sports like Lucas or spearheading global disability rights campaigns like Max or running a prosperous weed farm like Argyle or was part of the reporting and photography duo that was Nancy and Jonathan, nor was he part of a Grammy-winning rock band or a retired superhero or –
(It’s just, at the end of the day, Steve didn’t have really big dreams. After years spent fighting interdimensional monsters that liked to crawl their way out of walls, all of the other stuff – fame, fortune, money, a legacy – it didn’t really feel important anymore. All Steve wanted now, and truthfully, all he really wanted then, was a place to call home and people to belong to.
So honestly, it was really fucking rude of Nancy to judge him for just wanting that. And he was going to be working in close proximity with the Avengers of all people, like, how was that not success? Sure, he’d essentially be a live-in maid, but it wasn’t like he wasn’t doing important work.)
Steve didn’t say any of this to Nancy, of course; he didn’t need to. The looks on her face – shock, and then guilt – said enough.
“Steve - ”
“Thanks for your help, Nance,” he replied quickly, and then he hung up the phone.
(They were all split up now, they had been for years. And keeping them all together, staying together, being a family? That had been his dream for years.
But maybe it was time for a new dream now.
And maybe the Avengers Tower was the perfect place to start.)
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Working at the Tower meant that sometimes Steve felt like he was cleaning a frat house, mainly because the communal kitchen was usually covered in junk food wrappers and empty beer bottles and days’ old coffee mugs.
(“Trust me,” Pepper Potts had said drily the first time they’d had a check-in meeting, “this doesn’t come closeto a Tony Stark frat house party.”)
Still, he was on time every day, kept to himself, and most importantly didn’t sell out any information to any of the many, many media outlets that sent him offers. That, along with the fact that apparently Steve had an obscenely high security clearance (thanks, Hawkins!) meant that he was asked to officially move into the staff quarters of Avengers Tower within his first month of work.
(Which had the added effect of him actually meeting the Avengers and, well, it was a little weird.
Because if Steve didn’t know any better, he’d say that they were flirting with him. Or, even worse, that they were staking some sort of claim, and that didn’t make sense, right?
Right?)
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1. Tony Stark
“Hey honeybun, how’s it hanging?”
“To the left,” Steve replied absentmindedly as he disinfected the industrial-grade espresso machine.
Someone choked behind him and – shit.
He’d just said that to his BOSS.
(His incredibly hot, incredibly wealthy, incredibly smart and powerful boss.
SHIT.)
“Mr. Stark!” Steve exclaimed as he spun to face his employer. “Mr. Stark, I am so, so sorry, that was so inappropriate - ”
“First of all, please for the love of god call me Tony,” Mr. Stark – Tony – ordered with a smirk as he leaned on the kitchen’s island. He was dressed in an old AC/DC tee that sent a pang through Steve’s heart because wowit reminded him so much of Eddie (although that’s where their style similarities ended, because Eddie always wore loose bottoms and Tony’s pants were always fitted to accentuate his ass.
NOT THAT STEVE HAD BEEN LOOKING.)
“And second of all,” Tony purred as he leaned further across the island, getting right up into Steve’s space, “don’t tease me if you aren’t going to follow through, sweetheart.”
Steve didn’t need a mirror to tell him that he was flushing bright red. “I – I - ”
“Mister Harrington, sir,” JARVIS spoke – which was a fully functional AI that Dustin would die to know about – “there is a call waiting for you on your personal line, a Mister Edward Munson.”
Speak of the devil.
“Oh,” Steve murmured, his face cooling off as quickly as it had heated and he spun around, hands shaking as he looked for a towel. “Yeah, let me just get a towel - ”
“JARVIS, put the call on my line,” he heard Tony order, and then a warm hand was at his back. “I’ve got this, handsome.”
Steve turned just in time to see Tony shoot him a wink and pick up his phone. “Eddie Munson, huh? I’ve heard a lot about you,” Tony started and then he was gone, disappearing out of the kitchen and towards his lab.
“I – JARVIS?”
“Mister Stark is a mystery to behold,” the AI replied with a sigh. “How about a glass of champagne?”
You know what? Fuck it.
“That sounds great, J.”
2. Steve Rogers
“ – and I said, ‘excuse me, but only one of us outsmarted some leftover commie bastards at the age of ten and it wasn’t you, Professor.’”
Steve snorted, listening as Erica detailed her most recent argument – and victory – with her prick of an international relations professor. (A few days after his weird interaction with Tony in the kitchen, he’d been granted access to accept personal calls in the main Avengers spaces, which meant that he had more time to catch up with his friends while cleaning which was a blessing because some of the dusting in this place? Took hours.)
“Doesn’t that break your NDA?”
“Please,” Erica snorted over the living room’s loudspeakers, “I’ve got Owens wrapped around my finger, just like you with a certain member of the one percent.”
“Sorry, what?” Steve paused mid-wipe, looking confusedly at the now-gleaming metallic coffee table in front of him. “What are you talking about?”
“Tony Stark, your knight in iron armor?” Erica replied in her best I’m-talking-to-an-idiot-right-now voice. “Or did you forget that he’s screening your calls?”
“He’s screening my what?”
“Please, we all heard about his little talk with the Nerd King,” she scoffed and oh yeah, he’d forgotten about that. (Honestly, he had no idea what those two had even talked about; when he asked Tony, the older man had changed the subject and ordered super fancy sushi instead.) “Now, if you had a bodyguard like that back at Starcourt, maybe you wouldn’t have gotten your ass kicked by the Russians.”
“What Russians?”
Steve didn’t scream, but he might have let out a high-pitched noise of surprise at the sound of Captain America’s voice. He turned around to find Steve Rogers standing at attention in the living room, his eyes glaring at the speakers overhead.
“Steve,” Erica’s voice echoed slowly, “am I hearing Captain America right now?”
“Just Steve Rogers, ma’am,” the tall blonde replied automatically.
“And just how long have you been there, Just Steve Rogers?”
“Long enough. Now, what is this about the Russians?” He asked, and his piercing blue eyes dropped onto Steve’s face and his heart was beating fast because he was nervous and for no other reason.
“Seriously? How do you not know? Haven’t you read Steve’s file?” Erica asked incredulously and okay, this conversation needed to be done immediately.
Piercing blue eyes grew shocked and Captain Rogers looked, well, sick to his stomach. “You have a file?”
“Okay!” Steve jumped up before this could spiral any further out of hand. “Erica, it was great talking to you, I’ll call you later, uh, Captain Rogers - ”
“Please, call me Steve.”
“Right, Steve, there’s nothing to be, uh, worried about - ”
“She said Russians,” Cap pointed to the ceiling, “so there’s definitely something to be worried about. Does Tony know about the Russians?”
“I’m sorry, did somebody say my name?” Tony popped his head into the room because of course he was also nearby.
“Did you know about this?”
“I know a lot of things, Cap, you’re going to have to be more specific.”
“Did you know that Steve was attacked by Russians?”
“Steve was what?!”
(Steve was then treated to the sight of Iron Man and Captain America reading his security file, staring at him in shock, and then stomping off to do something about their fury? The last part of that entire thing didn’t make sense, but JARVIS sent him some whiskey so hey, it could have been worse.
And if he let Captain Rogers tuck an extra blanket around him during movie night, well, that was just his business.)
3. Natasha Romanoff (and Clint Barton)
“I heard you lost a fight with some Russians.”
“JESUS!” Steve startled, barely stopping himself from dropping Tony’s mother’s expensive China all over the floor. (The porcelain set hadn’t been looked at in years and Pepper wanted to use it for the next investors meeting, so of course this is when the infamous Black Widow approached him.)
“Okay, first of all,” he said after he had set down the dishware and turned to face the smirking redhead, “I didn’t lose the fight, I knocked one out.”
“And then you got surrounded, captured, and were tortured for a total of two hours in a hidden bunker,” she finished. (How did she get her eyebrow to quirk like that? And why did he feel like she was flirting with him but also being mean?)
(And how could he get that skill?)
“I – yeah, you’re not wrong about that,” Steve muttered, glancing away from Natasha. “At least we all made it out alive. And we survived the whole Hawkins earthquake thing.”
Natasha snorted and murmured something under her breath that sounded like Russian but also sounded like metal and frankly didn’t make a lot of sense. She cleared her throat and spoke up and, well, whatever she said before must not have been important. “It’s a good thing you have us to train you.”
“Yeah,” he murmured absentmindedly. Then –
“Wait, what?”
Which is how Steve started spending two hours out of every afternoon “training” with Natasha in the official Avengers’ sparring room. Honestly, he wasn’t sure how much good it was doing, given that “training” mainly consisted of Natasha throwing him around the room and giving him bruises.
(Okay, that he was into, and she knew it too, judging by the wink she’d send him every time he headed off to the showers.)
After a few weeks, when she’d deemed him “competent” enough, she had Clint Barton start “assisting” as well, meaning there were two of them beating him up now which meant twice the embarrassment and twice the bruises.
(And twice the amount of time jerking off in the shower.)
(This was really starting to get out of hand.)
4. Thor and Bruce Banner
“This is really starting to get out of hand.”
“What is?” Robin asked as she poured the last of her Flaming Hot Cheeto dust into her mouth. She was the first person Steve had been able to secure a visitor’s pass for; Dustin was next on the list, followed by Max and Erica and then the rest of the gang (although according to JARVIS they were running into some sort of problem with Eddie’s pass, which could take up to an additional two months? He didn’t fully understand it, JARVIS had told him during breakfast a few days ago and he’d gotten distracted by Natasha throwing knives at Clint’s apple strudel and Steve accidentally breaking the toaster again.)
Steve grimaced as he watched her lick her fingers. “You mean aside from your Cheeto addiction?”
“Hey, this isn’t an addiction, I can stop any time,” she replied with a snort before tossing her empty bag at Steve.
(Gross.)
“Sorry, what were you saying dingus? Something about things getting out of hand?”
“I don’t know, I just,” Steve set down his feather-duster (that he hadn’t even been using, he’d just been tossing it around like his old ice cream scooper) and got close enough to Robin so she could hear his whisper, “I might be reading things wrong, but I’m almost getting the feeling that they’re into me or something?”
Robin frowned. “Who, Eddie?”
“Eddie?” Now it was Steve’s turn to be confused. “No, the Avengers.”
“The AVENGERS?” Robin squeaked just as the door to the elevator banks opened. Steve and Robin whipped around to see Thor enter the main atrium with Dr. Banner on his heels.
“Steve!” Thor shot him a blinding smile and strutted over. Upon reaching Steve he wrapped him up in a hug and lifted him off the ground.
“Hey Thor!” Steve wheezed, trying to pat what he could of Thor’s back.
“How I have missed your countenance, my friend,” Thor boomed, and then he was setting Steve back on the ground –
And kissing him on the lips.
Thor leaned back and beamed, ignoring the fact that Steve was openly gaping at him. “It is good to be home.”
“Yeah? Yeah,” Steve breathed before shooting a quick look at Robin who looked completely and totally dumbfounded.
“And you must be the Lady Robin!” Thor said, turning his mega-watt smile upon Robin who flushed bright red. “Steve has told us of your exploits and your intellect. You would do well amongst the heroes of Asgard.”
“Thank you? I mean, thank you,” Robin squeaked.
(If Steve wasn’t in a state of complete and utter shock, he might have laughed at her, but he couldn’t move.)
“I have also seen the flag of your people,” Thor continued, like he didn’t notice Robin’s utter embarrassment, “and I have a lovely friend named Val who is searching for a paramour of her own. Do you think you would be interested? I could arrange a meeting.”
“Val. Val? As in - ”
“Valkyrie, yes,” Dr. Banner finally cut in sheepishly. “Also, hi, I’m Dr. Banner.”
Robin could only muster up a wave.
“Uh, hi, hi Bruce,” Steve shook his head, forcing himself to get it together it was only a kiss.
“Hi Steve, good to see you,” Bruce replied, and now he was bright red and well apparently Thor was the only person who wasn’t blushing right now and Steve needed to get a handle on this stat.
“That would be great, Thor!” Steve cut in, saving Robin from having to respond. “Robin’s going to be in town for a few more days.”
“Wonderful!” Thor said, turning back to beam at Steve. “I shall invite Val for dinner tomorrow but for now, I shall allow you to return to your revelry. Lady Robin,” he said with a bow towards Robin and then, turning to face Steve, he shot Steve a smug wink. “Steve.” And with that Thor was gone, headed towards Tony’s lab with a still-blushing Bruce Banner hot on his heels.
Steve turned to stare at Robin.
Robin stared back at Steve.
“Holy shit.”
“Holy shit.”
5. The Team
Surprisingly – or unsurprisingly – Robin’s date with Val had gone really, really well; in fact, it had gone so well that Robin transferred her graduate credits to NYU in a matter of days and moved into the Tower as well.
(“Steve. Steve. She’s a literal alien warrior goddess. Who cares where I work? I don’t even need to work.”
Still, the NYU transfer went incredibly smoothly, so smoothly that Steve confronted a certain genius billionaire playboy philanthropist about it. Tony had denied any input and distracted him with more sushi and a thorough tour of his sportscars which had ended up lasting for hours.)
Anyways, with Robin now living as an occupant of the Tower and the rest of the Avengers fully settled in and in agreement on a chore chart, Steve was starting to wonder just why he was still employed; like, what purpose was he serving? He really did try to stay on top of the cleaning, but the others were pitching in almost constantly, and it was a miracle if he was responsible for cooking even one meal a day.
“I just don’t get it,” he finally said to Robin on a particularly hot day in July. They were the sole occupants of the Tower’s rooftop infinity pool (as the Avengers proper were spending the day in a series of meetings), so this was the closest Steve was going to get to having a private conversation with Robin.
(Like, he was really, really glad that Val was so obviously head over heels for his best friend, but it definitely cut down on his and Robin’s cuddle time.)
“Don’t get what, dingus?”
Steve shrugged and ran a wet hand through his drying hair. “I don’t know, why I’m still here? I mean, they aren’t really using me as a cleaner anymore, and I mean, Bruce is a way better cook than me and he’s pretty much taken over so, like, what am I even doing here?”
Robin turned and pushed up her sunglasses so they were making eye contact. “Seriously? You’re serious right now.”
Steve nodded.
“You really don’t see it?”
“See what?”
Groaning, Robin slid her sunglasses back onto her face and turned back towards the horizon. “I’m not going to be the one to spell it out for you, dingus. You’re going to have to do this on your own. Or, better yet, why do you just ask?”
“Uh, maybe because I don’t want to get fired?”
(Robin shoved his head underwater at that which, frankly? Was incredibly rude.
He got his revenge later by knocking her into the pool after she’d finally dried off.)
+ 1 Bucky Barnes
Being fresh off of a highly-advanced plane-ship-thing from Wakanda meant that Steve hadn’t seen a whole lot of James “Bucky” Barnes. He’d sat next to him at dinner a few times, shared a couch during their re-watch of Game of Thrones, even sparred a bit at Natasha’s direction during Steve’s “training,” but they hadn’t really talked, which made the fact that after Steve’s un-helpful swim with Robin, he found said super soldier waiting for him in the hallway outside of his bedroom.
“Bucky, hi,” Steve nodded, rubbing his towel across the back of his neck. “Sorry, did you need something? Is there a problem with - ”
“No problems, doll, I just wanted to have a chat,” the dark-haired man purred, and Steve?
He felt his stomach tangle up in knots.
“A-about what, exactly?”
Bucky hummed and uncrossed his arms, the vibranium arm shimmering under the light. “Well, a little birdie told me you had some questions about what your place is here,” he said, a playful sparkle in his eye. “And,” Bucky stepped closer and backed Steve up until Steve was leaning against the door to his own apartment, “since it seems that my teammates haven’t made your position entirely clear, I thought I would take matters into my own hands.”
Steve didn’t even get a sound out before Bucky was surging forward, planting the sort of kiss on Steve that he knew he’d never recover from because for as forceful and passionate as it was, it was gentle too: the way Bucky’s cybernetic arm wrapped around Steve’s back and help him up; the way his other hand cupped the side of Steve’s face; the way Bucky hummed, like Steve’s lips were the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted;
The way he lifted Steve up and kicked open the door.
“I – I - ” Steve panted out as the door swung shut behind them. “I still - ”
“You’re home, doll,” Bucky murmured against Steve’s lips. “That’s what you are.”
And, well.
Steve couldn’t not kiss him then.
(And he couldn’t not give him every piece of himself in return underneath his silken sheets.)
Four Months Later
“Okay, now this is the weirdest NDA I’ve ever seen.”
Jonathan snorted from across the room as he fiddled with his camera.
“Hey, you were the one that wanted the exclusive,” Steve replied. “I could have told you it would be more intensive.”
“Yeah, yeah, and who’s fault is that?” Nancy teased with a glimmer in her eye. “I’m not the househusband here.”
“Umm excuse me, that’s my job?” Robin piped up from her spot on Val’s lap. “Steve is obviously the trophy wife.”
“Hey!” Steve exclaimed, but then a pair of godly arms wrapped around his waist, a cybernetic arm wrapped around his shoulders, and a pair of expensive lips pressed a hot kiss to his cheek.
“Best trophy wife a guy could ask for,” Tony crooned in his ear and then laughed at Steve’s blush.
(His partners weren’t the good guys, they were evil.)
“Dude, Eddie would shit a brick if he saw this,” Jonathan said with another snort.
“Oh, how is - ”
“Who do you speak of? I am not familiar,” Thor cut Robin’s question off loudly, his thundering voice vibrating up and down Steve’s back.
“I think he said Freddie - ”
“Oh, like Freddy Krueger – Cap, we need you to watch A Nightmare on Elm Street - ”
“ – after the shoot! Do you think Tony will order us sushi again?”
“ – Steve first, Steve, are you in the mood for sushi?”
Steve felt Nancy nudge him, and he turned to see her smiling. “Hey. I’m proud of you.”
“Thanks, Nance,” Steve smiled back.
“It’s good to finally be home.”
#steve harrington#steddie#stranger things#steve harrington my beloved#avengers#tony stark#thor#steve rogers#bucky barnes#natasha romanoff#bruce banner#stobin#stobin friendship#valkyrie#sorry eddie you snooze you lose#and now it is time for me to snooze because this is way too fucking long my god#august fanfic challenge
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*trigger warning* For those not in the headspace to see about grief and pets just skip this one.
Isis has been declining health-wise over the last year or so, more severely the past couple of months. I honestly wasn't sure she was going to make it into the new year or her birthday (a week ago). The only reason she's even been eating the last few months is because I've been making her chicken and eggs with toast and cheese twice a day. Occasionally she'll be hungry enough to eat a little dog food, but it has been rare. But the fact that she still wants to eat a majority of the time gave me solace.
Her mobility has also gotten worse. Specifically her back end. She struggles to get up on the couch... and stay on the couch when she lays down too close to the edge (she just slides off onto the floor if I don't manually move her over). Our walks are really slow going (30-45mins/mile). The last couple of days she's really been struggling and has been pretty agitated too. Just walking in circles. Yesterday I think she was doing that outside and she fell off our little patio into a small garden plot. She couldn't get herself up alone. I gave her trazodone Monday night because she was so agitated. For some reason this kills her mobility, so I had to carry her up the stairs to go potty even in the morning.
I don't mind doing all of these things for her (I haven't even mentioned the amount of indoor potty accidents I've had to clean up... which also sometimes include a bath) because I love her. But I don't think she's even remotely having a good time anymore. I thought when she stopped eating, I'd know. Or when she wouldn't go for walks, I'd know. People have been telling me that I'd know when it was time. She's still eating and going for walks, but she's so agitated at night (sometimes during the day) and just seems like she's not having a good time.
So I think it's time. Time to let her go. Which is hurting my heart so much to even think about. I know it is an act of love to stop her suffering, but to suddenly be without my only constant companion of almost 16 years is going to be so hard. I know it is selfish to be thinking of my own comfort in this situation, though I doubt it is all that unique of me.
I emailed my vet last night about the situation and they replied this morning asking me when I'd like to come in. I've been crying and torturing myself about the decision for the last two hours. To think that this time Friday or Saturday she'll be gone depending on my decision. I considered maybe we could just wait until after I finish my work week. But that means the earliest we'd probably do it would be Thursday of next week. Would it be fair to Isis to make her suffer for another week just for me? I don't think she's in any considerable physical pain, but mentally she's doesn't seem great. Like her doggy dementia is also getting worse. I considered maybe she had another UTI, but she doesn't have any other symptoms.
If I'm honest, I think in the back of my mind I'm hoping that if I wait maybe she'll just pass on her own and I won't have to make the decision. I've been back and forth between emailing the vet to set a date and emailing to say I want to wait until next week. I don't know what to do.
This venting/trauma dump has gone on way longer than I had planned. No decision has been made, but I've cried many more tears.
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Disventure Camp Headcanons Part 1
AIDEN
Half Argentinian Half French Canadian
Had a huge TOP phase in middle school
Only child
Super good singer but hates hearing his voice
ALEC
Afro-Turkish and Japanese
Diagnosed w Autism when he was a child
Smokes
Started drinking shortly after he got married; relapsed after his separation w his ex
Has an older sister by 7 years
ALLY
Transgirl; came out to her grandfather and he was the only supporter she had
Definitely had obsessive love disorder when meeting Hunter the first time
Super fucking bad at dancing
Likes K-pop (Fromis_9, Stray Kids, Billlie, P1harmony, Enhypen, Stayc, aespa, ITZY)
ASHLEY
Country music defender
will actually die on the Country Music hill
like she's from Texas but she's FROM TEXAS ykwim
Transgirl; realized she was a girl at a young age and transitioned w a supporting family
Would probably roll her eyes at u if u assume she loved AppleJack when she was younger
I mean, she did
but not as much as ppl assume
CONNOR
Jewish
Despite having a booming business, he still doesn't understand technology
but he WAS a boss at programming his MySpace page
"programming is my passion" college dude
Nickelback liker
I'm so sorry
DAN
He and his sister shared a bedroom until she moved out
Actually convinced her to come back home bc he missed her
like
crying on his knees
"PLEASE COME HOME IT'S SO MISERABLE WITHOUT U THERE I MISS U"
blasting a radio to her favorite songs
did i mention he loves his sister
Pokemon kid
Oh, he's also autistic
DEREK
Half Filipino and half Columbian
Transguy; was an unhappy "girl" growing up and would refuse to listen to anyone who didn't call "her" by Derek
Facebook user
only to troll, tho
He tried trolling on Twitter too but Trevor had to pry the phone out of his hands
Secretly likes Trevor
and by secretly I mean he angry-cried while writing drafted emails of his confession
Barely cries or anything like that, emotionally, but angry-crying is his #1 basically
Is not a registered gun owner
DREW
Other than the notebook, he has a communication device
Adopted
Video games hurt his eyes
so do mobile games
Honestly i think he just needs glasses
likes dogs :)
ELLIE
Half Irish and Half Singaporean
Transgirl; came out in her last year of junior high
Middle child w two sisters
While struggling w her identity, she was a Pick Me girl to fit in #sad!
she ended up giving up on fitting in #gogirl
Malay's her first language
Mom passed when she was little
tolerates cats
FIORE
3/4th Italian 1/4th Chinese
hates horror movies
not bc she's scared of them or anything
she just thinks they suck
forced into a ton of shit to become normal
girlscouts, ballet, soccer, etc
she hated everything
but she can make a good cookie deal
GABBY
Has an unhealthy obsession w watching drag shows
she doesn't understand any of the lingo
she just thinks the outfits r pretty
LPS kid
also watches too much animal documentaries
will actually sit down and say "im bored, time to watch a 6 hour doc on cheetahs"
she just cray cray like that #loveher
unhealthy addiction to stickers
GRETT
Transgirl #slay
was a Toddlers & Tiaras kid
passenger princess
forces Yul to drive her places
they have almost broken up 5 times bc of this
she also genuinely forgot to tell him she was #trans
u should've seen the look on his face
when
..
yeah
#hedidnotcare
that's ooc but idc
she's bi :3
HUNTER
Half Chinese Half White
Dad left after his youngest sister was born
Lived in China until he was 8
He has autism
Christian btw
like pslam bunch-of-numbers in his bio
can quickly change languages like that
will talk to u in english then will answer his phone in cantonese
texts like a millennial
:/ sorry
smokes
the killers, staind, blink-182, and r.e.m fan
plays the guitar
JAKE
Half Korean Half Japanese
cannot speak those languages fluently, tho
sorry
he and his brother wrestled a lot
his brother would always win
anyways he was a theater kid
but quit bc of some drama
haha. get it ?
one of those gays who cries to mitski & ricky montgomery
but only listens to them when he needs to cry
which is often
JAMES
has been in cringe compilations before
imagine if i just ended this w just that hc
would that be funny
anyways
one of those middle schoolers who was violently supportive of the lgbtq+
like everyone knew he liked boys
except him
loves his younger sister
like a lot
they r bffies
will call her in the middle of the night randomly
"i just posted a new tiktok, go like it."
JENSEN
genuinely have nothing for him
like
can i just say he's dreamed of men shirtless before and end it at that
um so yeah
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rules: answer + tag 9 people you want to get to know better and/or catch up with
I was tagged by the ever lovely @oldefashioned
Favorite color?
Purple! I adore all shades of it. I'm also fond of various greens and pretty much all jewel tones, but purple is still my fave.
Last song? 🎧
youtube
Currently reading? 📔
Currently working my way through @libraryofgage's Stranger Things fics over on ao3. Really loving them so far. The Munson's as Addams relations is a very fun idea.
After this, I'll catch up on fic updates in my email and then go back to working my way through my marked for later stuff. lol
Currently watching? 📺
Spent some time with very dear friends/chosen family recently and caught up on some things I hadn't seen (I'm super slow to watch things on my own, partially because I really seem to prefer watching things with others). So here's what I watched on my little holiday:
The Proposal with Ryan Reynolds and Sandra Bullock. I'm not sure why I'd never gotten around to seeing it as I adore both the mains and it has Betty White, who is always a delight. It was so much fun. Just the sort of thing I want from a rom com.
Knight and Day with Tom Cruise and Cameron Diaz. A fun romp of an action comedy and a hell of a wild ride. Cameron Diaz was so fun as she gets dragged into spy stuff and shows she's rather a quick study.
Two eps of Black Mirror: San Junipero and Ashley O. Both eps were really good. San Junipero totally made me cry, but in a good way. It was just so sweet. Ashley O was a little slow at the start, but once it hits it's stride it was great.
One episode of the Amazon Prime series Solos: Leah. This episode features Anne Hathaway and was honestly amazing. She plays a physicist trying to solve time travel and it packs a hell of a punch. The premise of this anthology series is that each episode only features one actor, but it is amazing what an incredibly talented actor can accomplish all on their own. Leah tells an incredibly powerful story and I highly recommend watching it.
Madame Web. This one was a mixed bag. Fascinating premise, but the execution of the ideas was...not great. It was compelling enough that I was willing to sit through the not great parts to see what happened and the ending is solid. It's like the writers/director didn't know how to do the build up but once they hit a certain point of the story they found their rhythm and it worked a lot better from that point on.
Hunger Games Mockingjay Parts 1 and 2. I'd read the books about a decade ago and seen the first two movies, but somehow never got around to seeing the last two. I really enjoyed both. The cast is phenomenal and Jennifer Lawrence does a really good job of playing someone with C-PTSD and concussions. There were some lovely subtle shifts in her expression at times. Playing someone who is wooden when given acting directions for propaganda videos and vibrant and engaging when acting on their own is not an easy thing and she does it wonderfully. The rest of the cast is equally amazing.
Currently craving?
Ice cream. But I'll probably have a yogurt instead.
Coffee or tea?
Both! Coffee I loved hot or iced and with a bit of cream but no sugar. Tea I also love hot or iced. So far the only tea I'm not a fan of is lapsang souchong, which has a very smoky taste and scent. (as in it smells a bit like campfire and taste like liquid smoke--to me at least). Black teas I like with milk but no sweetener. Herbal teas...some I like with cream if hot (usually spiced ones) and others (particular fruit based ones) I like with nothing added. Greens, whites, pu erhs, and oolongs I generally like plain, though I do like to add cream to spiced teas as I really like how the cream flavor interacts with the spices.
As usual, I'm gonna just say that if you feel like playing, please consider yourself tagged by me. Please do tag me if you decide to play along. I love learning about all y'all.
Since I'm chatty as hell, I decided to follow @oldefashioned's lead. Here's an easy template for those who would like to play along.
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Last song?
Currently reading?
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Currently craving?
Coffee or tea?
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Dear Stanley Pines. Do your remember people's reactions toward Ford when he was shown to public with you for the first time? How does people in Gravity Falls think about him?
Stanley: Well, we already talked about Wendy in another post. She basically didn't care, which was kinda expected. Can't get that girl to care about anything, honestly.
Soos mostly stayed away from Ford for my sake, at first. Said Ford didn’t appreciate me enough, and told ‘im right to his face that he was lucky to have me as a family member, ‘cause not everyone has family that sticks around and works that hard to make up for their mistakes like I did.
Eventually Soos and Ford got along. I mean, now the kid makes Stanfiction with him as the main character, which is as puke-worthy as it sounds. By the end of last Summer, he grew to respect Ford, but he was not a Ford fan at all for a while.
Not sure if you've noticed, but Soos and I have a rather... complex relationship. He’s extremely loyal to me. I s’pose I should feel grateful, but it’s a little weird, honestly.
Stanford: Stan, we talked about this when we were on the Stan-O-War. It’s quite obvious that Soos looks up to you as a fath-
Stanley: Boss! He looks up to me as the world’s greatest former boss! D-don’t listen to Sixer, here. Ain’t nothin’ between me and Soos but a serious, coldhearted manager-employee relationship!
Stanford: Stanley, he left your room here completely untouched after he took ownership of the Shack. When we got back, he knocked over everyone - including Melody - out of the way to hug you and wouldn’t let go for an hour.
Stanley: See? I’m the best boss he’s ever had.
Stanford: He emailed you every day while we were out at sea, sometimes multiple times, asking you for life advice and telling you how much he missed you, with attached pictures of himself in your Mr. Mystery outfit and how proud he was to wear it. Never mind the fact that he emailed me every day, too, to ask me to make sure you were happy and came back home safe.
That’s not even accounting for how he’s planning on naming his firstborn son after you-
Stanley: Stanley is a common, classy name. There’s no relation whatsoever-
Stanford: Stanley...
Stanley: What!? Soos had some actual taste for once in his life, is all I’m sayin’! Who said I cried when he told me he was namin’ his son Stanley!? I didn’t feel a heartwrenching ache in my chest for days afterwards, neither! Not at all!
Stanford: *Pulls out a camera. On it is a set of photos of Stan standing on the deck of the Stan-O-War II, a doofy grin on his face, eyes puffy from what must have been hours of tears, with the look of a man who finally feels emotionally fulfilled for the first time in his life.* Photo evidence, Stanley-
Stanley: *Snatches camera from Ford and vigorously deletes them. Afterwards, he gives Ford a betrayed look.*
Stanford: *Chuckles and snatches the camera back.* Not to mention, the extra hour you spent at the store the other day debating between buying a baby blanket and bottles and toys, then - you of all people, Mr. Cheapskate Pennypinch McScrooge himself - bought all of them and more, then proceeded to grin the entire time we spent in the checkout and during the drive home. You even started crying aga-
Stanley: ANYWAYS! How’d the rest of the town react to Ford? Let’s talk about that instead! That’s far more interesting than mine and Soos’ completely boring manager-employee relationship.
Ford, talk about yourself! It’s your favorite thing to do, right? Tell ‘em how everyone in this hickdump town reacted to the mind-blowin’, plot twisty return of Stanford Filbrick Pines.
*Stan grabs the camera back again and furiously scrolls through all the pictures and videos, making sure none of them contain any incriminating content of him deeply caring about Soos. Most are a mix of very symmetrical, magazine-worthy pictures taken by Ford of supernatural creatures, landscapes, and the two Stan twins bonding, plus blurry shots or clips taken by Stan of random things like Ford getting chased by a werepanther, or Ford drunk off his ass while trying to slurringly explain why vampires are factually not sparkly and hot, but a few are targets for Stan’s deletion fury.
Except one. It’s of him, probably taken by Ford when Stan didn’t notice. He’s also drunk in this video, but unlike Ford - who can’t shut up and goes on angry, barely coherent rants when he’s got liquor in him, as if speaking to some invisible college lecture class (complete with wobbly chalkboard diagrams or bar napkin graphs) - Stan is a sappy, happy drunk.
He’s sitting at their table in the Stan-O-War II, a beer sloshing in widely gesturing hand, rambling about how Soos deserves better. The video jitters as Stan forces Ford into a hug, telling him that that’s exactly how he’s going to hug Soos when they get back, and that even though he never had kids, he considers Soos... well, close enough to it, and that Soos kept him company all those years. Without him, Stan would have been a much sadder, lonelier man, and he owes Soos his life.
Stan smiles at that one as Ford explains an answer to the asker’s question. He’s not gonna delete that one. Maybe one day... no, he probably won’t show that to Soos. Or will he? Ugh...
Stanford: Before I got lost in the portal, most of the town hadn’t seen me much, if at all. And Stan and I look alike enough that, when I left and he took my identity, most didn’t know better. Except Fiddleford. But Fiddleford was...
*Ford looks guilty.* Well, his memory was not in the best shape, is all I’ll say. Of course, the townsfolk eventually saw Stan and I together, side-by-side, after Weirdmageddon ended and everything had calmed down. That was the moment we got reactions...
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Pacifica: Hey, why is Stan suddenly hot now?
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Candy: Improvement of Stan?
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Gideon: My oh my, who knew that the genius behind the journals was none other than the long lost twin and great uncle of my mortal enemies all along?
*Eye twitches.* I haven’t forgiven you for the way you write sentences, Stanford Pines. I almost died multiple times because o' your knack for placin' warnings not to do somethin’ on pages after you’ve already said to do them. That should have been my first hint that the Author was from the stupid Pines family!
Dipper: Wait, Journal 2 has sentences written like that, too?
Stanford: Just how many children were running around with my journals!? Also, I ran out of room to write!
Gideon: And you’ve run out of time to atone for your mistakes, Stanford Pines.
*After this point, Ford was sent countless curses in the mail with the return address matching the Gravity Falls maximum security prison. Even when he and Stan were on the Stan-O’-War II away from any mailboxes, they’d get sent the occasional demon or poltergeist visitor as well. Ford easily dispelled or exorcised most of these, but being woken in the middle of the night on the dark ocean with some horrific monster breathing into Ford and Stan’s faces was not easy to deal with. Ford eventually beat an answer out of them as to who kept sending their ilk, and started redirecting some back to the sender. This occult summoning war continues to this day.
Stan tried to convince Ford that a good broom to the face was all it took to get Gideon to scurry off, but Ford only put his hand on Stan’s shoulder, sighed, looked down for a while...
And then he said, “Stanley, I write sentences perfectly, and I will summon the entirety of the multiverse’s worst horrors upon that child to prove my point.”
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Grenda: Teach me your deep voiced ways, Cave Johnson!
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Lazy Susan: Hey there, handsome! Hey! I tried to date your brother, but he said it couldn’t work out because of all my cats. Are you a cat person? You seem like a cat person. Maybe you could come over and meet all of them? Oh, I bet Mr. Cat Face would love you! What do you say, Stanford? Wait, Stanley, why are you dragging your brother away from me? You don’t think he’d like my cats?
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Sheriff Blubs: You mean to tell me that your brother was impersonating you all this time? So Stanford Pines did not, in fact, commit the largest list of felonies in Gravity Falls’ history?
Stanford: Yes. That is precisely what I’m saying. And Stanley’s technically legally dead. So Stanley Pines didn’t commit them either, nor should any law enforcement ever come after him again. You got it?
*Durland and Blubs glance at each other, looking disbelieving, but then Blubs glances at Ford again. Ford is glaring at them both with his trench coat opened, showing a gleaming assortment of knives, sci-fi weaponry, and Earth guns.*
Sheriff Blubs: Can’t argue with that logic!
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Reginald: Now that we're finally alone, again, far away from Gravity Falls in this romantic, sunset sea cove off the coast of Japan... Rosanna, there's a burning question which my heart longs to ask of you.
Rosanna: Oh, Reginald!
Distant Voice: Hey, other humans!
*A boat named the Stan-O’-War II pulls up to theirs.*
Stanford: *Battered, covered with green blood, a large kaiju baby tied down on the ship’s deck behind him.* Want to hear a joke? Here goes... My ex-eldritch cult from Dimension 8]2M still miss me...but their aim is getting better!
...
Their aim is getting better!
...
See, it's-it's funny because soul-bonding, ritualistic pacts are terrible!
*Reginald and Rosanna turn to each other, stare into each other’s eyes without a blink for far too long, then jump overboard, never to be seen again.*
#gravity falls#askthestans#stanford pines#stanley pines#it all comes full circle yes#i wrote this at 5 am hope it's coherent
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Personally here’s what I think each of the soundtracks will be for in the RWARB movie:
1. If I Loved You by Vagabon- I made a post about this here
2. Buckingham Palace- obviously the royal wedding
3. Anxious Alex- no idea maybe him being really nervous about the whole Cakegate thing? Maybe him on his way to England for damage control?
4. Press Day- Cakegate damage control obviously
5. Soft Side- Alex seeing Henry talk to the little girl Claudette or maybe them in the closet finally talking
6. Later Your Majesty- Lol Alex saying goodbye to Henry after damage control MAKING HIS PEACE SIGN BISEXUAL POSE AS HE SHOUKD
7. Text Bants- I had to Google what bants meant lol but duh this is them texting (read: flirting) after the whole damage control thingy when they’re finally becoming freinds ❤️❤️
8. First Kiss- this one speaks for itself but NEW YEARSSSS
9. Red Room- also speaks for itself lmao but OMGGGGGG RED ROOOOOOOOM I’m dying to know who had to go to the White House to take notes for the set build hehehehehheh
10. Or Else I’ll Vanish- I’m so curious about this one because I have no idea?? But I can say it sounds dramatic as hell so I’m looking forward to seeing what it goes to
11. In Good Hands- also no idea but also very curious.
12. Pillow Talk- self explanatory but maaaaye that shot from the trailer where they’re in bed lookin at eachother with those heart eyes?
13. Twenty-Seven- one of their birthdays probably considering they’ve both been aged up for the movie which honestly I’m not mad about anymore especially when you think about Ellen asking Alex the “do u feel forever about him” question because WOW that’s gonna hit a lot harder for 27 year old Alex than 22 year old Alex
14. Texas- see I would think this was the lake house except it comes before the tracks that I think will be the lake house. So maybe Alex campaigning in Texas or just thinking about it?
15. I’m Coming In- I bet you 100$ this is Zahra busting in and finding Henry HEHEHEHHEHH
16. Dear Henry- EMAILSSSSS
17. Lost In A Moment- not sure, BUT I’m thinking it might be that scene where Henry and Alex are sitting at a fire and “Alex. Well, Alex is so in love he could die.”
18. Dive Deep- lake house😭😭 Henry running awayyyy
19. Tell Me To Leave- we all know what this is about but god if this doesn’t make me CRY knowing we actually get that line
20. Museum- come on we all know this one but like specifically I hope this isn’t what they dance to cuz they MUST dance to Your Song❤️❤️
21. Runway Goodbyes- HENRY GIVING ALEX HIS RING❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
22. Leaked Emails- I hate this one I skip we all know it anyway
23. No Turning Back- Henry and Alex coming clean and telling the truth to the king/the world
24. Election Night- obviously it’s Election Night lmao
25. Open hearted Fearless and Alive- right after Ellen wins the election, I bet any speech she gives will have these words in it. And it will probably pan to Alex and Henry. Calling it now. Because I would love to see that
26. We Won- they won the election AND Alex and Henry won to be together❤️❤️❤️ specifically tho I wonder if this will be Alex and Henry going back to Alex’s house because I know Alex says this right outside the door as the book ends
27. Fruit (Red, White and Royal Blue Version) by Oliver Sim- credit song maybe?
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Comfort omega
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Chapter 11
It hurts. He misses Katsuki and it hurts.
But Izuku has caused him too much problems already so maybe that's for the best. He doesn't even want to think about what the blond alpha told him because it makes his heart beat faster and his inner omega purr.
Love. Katsuki said he's in love with him... Is... How does he feel about that?
Izuku shakes his head, realizing he's feeling cold. He misses Katsuki's hoodie, but he misses him the most and it's not even been a week since he said goodbye to him.
The omega goes to work as usual, Aoyama tries to get him to talk about what's making him feel sad, but Izuku is not ready to say it out loud.
It must've been enough time for Katsuki to reconsider, to realize that it's not actually love what he feels for Izuku.
But he sounded so sincere...
***
The next day he gets an email while he's the break room with Aoyama.
"Hatsume wants to see me!" He can't help but blurt out excitedly. "Tomorrow! I have to get ready... I'm going to ask for a day off... And my designs–"
"Take a deep breath first, mon ami," Aoyama chuckles, placing a gentle but firm hand on the other omega's shoulder. "It'll be okay."
"How do you know? This is probably the only chance I'll have to get the job and I don't want to screw it up!"
"You won't."
"How are you so sure?" Izuku asks again, trying not to panic. He has the sudden urge to call Katsuki and tell him about it, but that won't be fair. The alpha told him to look for him when he was sure about his feelings... But what if he doesn't want to see him now?
The omega shakes his head. Now it's not the time to think about that.
"Because your designs are THAT good. She'd be an idiot not to hire you on the spot."
"You only said that because you're–"
"No," Aoyama cuts him off, staring at him in the eyes; there's no doubt in his expression. "I'm saying it because you're freaking great. You'll get the job."
Izuku feels his lips curl up into a smile, before he leans to pull the other omega into his arms.
"Thanks, you're a great friend."
"I know."
Then, he starts to notice that his heart doesn't exactly behave the same way when he's with Aoyama than when he's with Katsuki.
He feels the blush spread from his cheeks to his neck, but he tries to ignore it.
"Thinking about your explosive alpha, huh?"
Probably giving Aoyama the response he needs, Izuku's face turns even more red at that.
"You should talk to him, mon ami."
"I don't think he wants to see me at the moment... I told him... He wasn't that happy about certain things I told him."
"Then apologize. Tell him how you truly feel."
How does he truly feel? He doesn't want to ruin everything again.
"I want to see him, but what if he doesn't want to talk to me anymore?" Izuku doesn't want to cry again, but it hurts whenever he remembers the last time he saw Katsuki.
"I don't think that's the case."
"You can't be su–"
"He asks me about you every single day," the other omega cuts him off, sighing. "He wants to know how you're doing, if you're safe, if you're happy... Honestly, that alpha is ridiculous... But you are ridiculous too, mon ami."
Izuku's heart starts beating happily inside his chest. He wants to ask his friend for details, but he knows he shouldn't.
It's not fair.
He needs to try again.
"I'm going to talk to him after my interview," he mumbles, even though he's really nervous about it.
"That's the spirit! Good luck, mon ami!"
Izuku is not sure if Aoyama is wishing him luck for the job interview or his conversation with Katsuki...
Probably both.
***
He decides to print some of his work, but most of it is on his tablet so he also takes it with him.
The beta at the front desk is very nice to him and is constantly offering him snacks and water while Izuku waits.
"Good luck!" She says, grinning at him. "I really hope you stay with us so I can see you everyday."
"Thanks," the omega smiles back. People here seem to be really friendly, it helps him feel a little bit more relaxed.
"Stop flirting with him, Kana," a young man with an iPad walks into reception and rolls his eyes at the receptionist before telling Izuku to follow him.
"Don't worry about the smoke," the alpha tells him, making a dismissive gesture when Izuku notices the smoke coming from the end of the hallway.
By the time they walk in the smoke is gone, but Hatsume is still hunching over a large piece of broken gear that looks like–
"Is that for pro hero Ingenium's suit?" Izuku asks excitedly because he can't stop himself.
"You do know your stuff!" Hatsume says, nodding approvingly before taking her goggles off and staring at the green haired omega. "Great! Grab a couple of tools and help me with this!"
"But–"
"Come on, don't be shy!"
Leaving his stuff on a desk, Izuku approaches Hatsume, feeling nervous already. To calm himself down (and ignoring the part of himself that's scolding him for it) he thinks about Katsuki.
This is not the time to feel insecure about his own abilities. This is what he really wants to do for a living after all.
It turns out to be easier than he thought, mostly because Hatsume is there next to him, telling him everything about the type of modifications she's working on.
However, she's very interested when Izuku makes suggestions, especially when it comes to help increase the pro hero's speed.
The omega ends up looking like a mess; his shirt is covered in grease and he's pretty sure he has dirt on his cheeks but it's okay, he's excited about getting the opportunity to work on a hero suit.
"Nice," Hatsume says approvingly, looking down at the gear. "I think it's done now. I'll probably work on the other one tomorrow. Thanks for the help..."
"Midoriya Izuku," the omega mumbles nervously, making her grin.
"Hatsume Mei, it's a pleasure! Now let's grab a chair so you can show me your designs."
Shyly, Izuku hands her the couple he printed and after giving them a glance, she grins from ear to ear.
"These are great. Show me more."
So Hatsume ends up with Izuku's tablet on her lap, happily scrolling through his gallery and making a few comments about each of them. She interprets the omega's drawings with an accuracy that has Izuku really impressed.
"Oh. This is for Dynamight's suit, right?"
Izuku nods as his cheeks turn slightly pink. He's really proud of that design, but for some reason seems a little bit personal to him (even though it shouldn't be) so he decided not to print it.
"He'll love it," Hatsume says, looking really sure about it. "No wonder he said all those things about you."
"What? What did he say?" Izuku asks, curious and nervous at the same time.
"He told me a lot of things about you, but basically... He was the one who let me know you were interested in this job (I didn't know you had applied before, my receptionist and assistant are the ones in charge of the job applications) and he also said that I'd be an idiot not to hire you–"
"Oh my God!" Izuku blurts out, covering his face with both hands, blushing bright red. He really loves Katsuki but he can be really rude to people sometimes...
Wait... He really loves Katsuki? Where did that thought come from?
"Relax," Hatsume chuckles. "It's not the first time I've dealt with him. I don't mind... Well, after that he proceeded to tell me in detail why you were perfect for this job and he was right."
"Wait... Does that mean..."
"You can start tomorrow."
Izuku's lips quirk up into a huge grin, his heart is beating excitedly inside his chest and a tiny part of him thinks that this could be just a dream.
"Thank you!"
He can't wait to tell Katsuki... Although, it'd probably be better to talk to him about other things first...
He just hopes the alpha still wants to see him after everything that happened.
***
The omega readjusts his backpack as soon as he's outside the building. With a soft smile on his face he heads back to his apartment, but then he hears a couple of people screaming nearby.
When he turns around he notices that a few of them have started running and looking at the sky.
Izuku doesn't actually have the time to do anything because someone grabs him by the waist and lifts him up.
"I'm really sorry, pretty omega," the woman who's carrying him in her arms smirks. She has two pairs of wings that look like they're made of metal. "But I need a distraction so that stupid pro hero stops following me."
They're getting really high up on the sky and it's really too late now to try to fight her. That would only get him killed.
"Here he comes," she laughs in a way that makes Izuku shiver. "Make sure to scream really loud, omega."
She's going to drop him.
"What? Wait..."
"Izuku?" Katsuki is already approaching them, using his quirk to catch up with her. The determination on his face turns into panic when he recognizes him.
"He knows you? Lucky me..." She grins, before letting go of Izuku.
He's too scared to actually hear the way Katsuki screams his name.
And he falls...
***
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You’re in the air within an hour of the shots. The fact that it was some weenie named Jasper who mistook your car for one of another companies is literally so infuriating that Steve has to threaten to handcuff you again to keep you on the plane. He’s not letting it go, but he does refuse to allow you to handle it on your own, which you feel is highly unfair.
Instead you fly home and after texting Daisy who promises to send you your things and to take care of Jasper for you, you attempt to relax. After all, it was one of her girls that found out so quickly who it was that had taken the shot at you.
“Darlin’?”
“What?” He gives you a little half smirk looking far too pleased with himself.
“I asked if you wanted something to eat.”
“No.“ You’re too angry to eat right now.
“What about a snack? Just something small? I know you haven’t eaten yet.”
“Fine.” You agree checking your email again to see if there’s any new news from Daisy.
“Come on.” Steve says holding out a hand for you.
“What?”
“Leave your phone, come cook with me.” You look up at him in confusion and he grins down at you. “Come on, I won’t bite unless you want me to.” You roll your eyes at him but still stand and he takes your hand leading you from the front of the plane to the back where you’re surprised to find a miniature kitchen.
“Wait, you cook?”
“What were you expecting Darlin’? That I’d bring Wanda with me wherever I go so that someone would have to cook for me?”
“Honestly, yea kind of.” You admit and he laughs, “I don’t think that my father or Grant even know the difference between a sauce pan and a frying pan.”
“I like cooking, I’ll make ya something small.”
Steve makes you a little quiche, which is far more extravagant than he needed to make but you have a feeling that he was just showing off a bit. Honestly as he should, because it’s a fantastic quiche.
You can’t seem to stop thinking about your near miss. Something about it isn’t sitting right with you, what are the chances that the one time that you’re out late, in Boston where you’ve never had any issues, someone takes a shot at you? Much like the police, you don’t believe in coincidences. You’re staring out the window, your arms hugging yourself when you feel Steve come up behind you. You don’t move as he steps closer, his chest pressing against your shoulders as he wraps his right arm around your shoulders, his left hand rests on his right wrist up by your neck, the hair of his beard is ticklish on your cheekbone but you find yourself relaxing into him.
“What are ya thinkin’ about Sweetheart?” He murmurs before pressing a kiss to your temple. He’s gotten awful handsy and you should be fighting him about it but you can’t find it in yourself to. You don’t want to tell him what you’re really thinking so you ask him something that’s been bothering you pretty much since day one.
“Why me?”
“What?”
“Why me Steve? You didn’t just pick me because my brother is a jackass and owes you money. So, why me?” You feel him tense slightly, you’re not sure why he does but you don’t want him to lie to you. “Don’t lie to me.” You warn softly and he lets out a long sigh.
“Because of your mother.”
“My mom?”
“She was best friends with my mom. Before she died she came to my mom and asked her to keep an eye on you if anything happened to her. My mom told her nothing was going to happen but she promised anyway and she made me promise that I’d get you out of there before you were sold off to someone else.”
“But why now?”
“Because of Ward, Grant, he was looking to make some quick money and one of my guys heard about it.”
“He really doesn’t care about me at all does he?” You’d held out a tiny little bit of hope that your father had cared a little about you.
“I’m so sorry Queenie.” Steve murmurs and you bite the inside of your cheek to keep from crying. Your father isn’t worth your tears, clearly to him you were just something to give away to the highest bidder. “I think I can understand why you think mob men cannot love their wives.”
“My father killed my mother.” You admit to him and you feel him tense up once again behind you.
“What?”
“In front of me. He thought that she was attempting to betray him and so he killed her.” Steve doesn’t say anything but he doesn’t relax so you continue, “He told me that was what would happen to me if I put a toe out of line. That Mob husbands don’t need disloyal or untrusting wives. When I asked him he loved her he scoffed and said that she didn’t give him better than he already had. What use was a female child to him? I left the midnight of my 18th birthday and never looked back.”
“I can understand why.” He murmurs into your ear, “I’m so sorry that was your experience.”
“It made me stronger.”
“But it also hurt you.”
“I’m fine.”
“It’s okay if you’re not Sweetheart.” He says softly, “You’ve been so strong it’s okay to break sometimes.” He’s so gentle, so soft and has proven to probably care for you more than any other man in your life, well except for Lance he’s been your constant for so long that you can’t imagine your life without him. “Sweetheart you’re shaking.” Steve mutters and suddenly you’re crying. It’s like you’re grieving everything that you’ve felt you couldn’t for so long. You turn and bury your face into his shoulder, wrapping one of your arms up around his and clutching the back of his shirt as you sob. His grip tightens on you, his fingers are gentle on the back of your neck as they make little circles in your skin.
You’re not sure how long you cry for but it’s long enough for your tears to go dry and for there to be a wet spot on Steve’s shirt. You pull away from him,
“Oh, Steve, I’m so sorry I ruined your shirt.”
“You can ruin every shirt I own and it wouldn’t bother me a bit Sweetheart.” He says cupping your face in his hands, his thumb brushes away a stray tear, “I’m yours. Okay? Whatever you need I hope you’ll come to me first.”
“I, this is all new to me.”
“What is?”
“Having someone care about me. Someone who holds power I mean.”
“I can be patient. I won’t lie to you, I want more than just this, I want all of you but I can be patient. I can go at whatever pace you need but I’m all in.” You grab the front of his shirt and pull his mouth to yours.
It might have been a moment of weakness on your part but one that was well worth it when he groans low in his throat and buries his fingers in your hair. Steve is making a thorough exploration of your mouth, consuming all of your senses.
“Aw Jesus.” A voice says and you rip your mouth from Steve’s, “This isn’t going to become a thing is it?” Bucky gripes and Steve throws his best friend a dirty look.
“Get fucking used to it jackass. If my wife wants to kiss me she can kiss me.”
“I was told to tell you that we’re about to land so everyone needs to be buckled.”
“Aright.” Steve says, he drops into a seat and pulls you down with him, then buckles you both connecting two seatbelts together.
“I don’t think that’s what the pilot meant but whatever.” Bucky says rolling his eyes at how Steve has you perched in his lap. He then goes back to the front to sit next to Lance who is watching the interaction with a small smirk on his face. You roll your eyes at Lance who laughs then turns forward.
“Sorry about him Sweetheart.”
“He’s just doing his job.” You defend Bucky, you’re more amused than annoyed than anything with him.
“And annoying the hell out of me like it’s his job.” Steve grumbles and you laugh softly before relaxing back into him.
“I’m exhausted.” You murmur from where your head is resting on his shoulder, you only got around three hours of sleep last night, which is your own fault, but still.
“Go to sleep Darlin’, I got you.” He says and you know, deep in your bones, that he does.
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Into The Unknown, Part 47
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Marinette calmly packed her bag to go home, putting everything in their designated places in the neatest way possible. She wasn’t particularly neat herself, and honestly she found it a little difficult to get things out when they were organized in that way, but damn if she was going to get judged. She was a good personal assistant, she wasn’t going to let people see her be disorganized in her private life.
“Marinette?”
She glanced up at Bruce, raising an eyebrow. “If you want to give me another assignment, I’m sorry but you’ll have to wait until tomorrow. Tim hacked my email and I literally cannot access any work stuff outside of 9-6.”
Bruce opened his mouth to say something, a complicated expression on his face, and then he seemed to disregard the thought with a shake of his head. “It wasn’t really about work. It’s about the time off you scheduled for Hanukkah –.”
“Sir,” she groaned. “You already promised to take those days off, too. I can’t afford to spend my entire vacation making sure the company doesn’t keel over. I wouldn’t have time to make latkes and Dami would cry.”
“That’s…” He cleared his throat. “I was inviting you and your family to celebrate one of the days with me.”
She blinked once. Twice.
Oh. That was a lot less terrifying, somehow. Like, sure, she was already exhausted at the prospect of dealing with the man’s eccentricities during her break, but after he had accidentally made her think about all the things he could do to the company if she was gone for a week (for the second time this year), she found herself not all that put off at the idea of spending a day with him.
Besides, the man was rich. Damian deserved so much stuff for Christmas.
“I’ll ask Tim, but we should be able to do that, I guess.”
~
To say Tim was a little stressed as they rolled up to Wayne Manor would be… quite an understatement.
As usual, the gate swung open and he steered his bike inside, and yet it felt so different. There were arms around his waist and a child tucking his face behind his knee to hide himself from the wind. He didn’t veer off the path and through the bushes to the secret entrance. He wasn’t there because he was invited, but because his girlfriend was.
Because his girlfriend was the one to be on the weird adoption pipeline that apparently every iteration of Bruce Wayne had.
And that in itself was enough to make his hands clammy in his leather gloves.
But. On top of that. They were about to face the ultimate test:
Making sure Alfred Pennyworth didn’t suspect anything off about them.
Yeah, no, they were screwed.
From the moment Tim had dismounted his bike to help Marinette and Damian off the bike, he could feel eyes trained on his back. He kept his face purposefully relaxed as he took off his helmet and shook out his hair.
Marinette wasn’t as stressed. She didn’t have that many stakes in this, Bruce and his family hadn’t noticed anything off about her yet – and, besides, she hadn’t known the Bruce from their original reality, so slipping up wasn’t all that likely for her.
Damian wasn’t stressed, either. For obvious reasons. He tugged on Marinette’s hand, trying to force her to go explore the house with him because the garage, while opulent, was not nearly interesting enough for a young child.
Marinette grinned and slumped against the bike, bringing her free hand up to press against her forehead, as if she were feeling faint. “Oh no! Gravity! It has come to claim me! What ever shall I do? I can not go with you!”
Damian’s mouth dropped open in offense. He gave Tim a look that screamed ‘are you seeing this?!’
Tim snorted, temporarily distracted. He shrugged his shoulders. “It is what it is,” he told Damian somberly.
Damian managed to look more offended.
He grinned at his kid. “Fine, fine, I’ll help.”
He took the hand from Marinette’s forehead and pulled. Damian ‘helped’ as best he could, his little face reddening with effort as he dug his sneakers into the ground and tugged at her. She smiled a little as she was ‘forced’ to stand.
Tim grinned, lacing their fingers together. “C’mon, I wanna see if they have an indoor pool.”
He wanted to see how much had changed.
Marinette rolled her eyes. “They have three,” she informed him.
Well, that hadn’t.
But, as Marinette dragged him along to show him to the nearest pool (or, at least, to try to, they were definitely going to get sidetracked by Damian at least once), Tim happened to meet Alfred’s gaze just before he disappeared through the door.
And, in that instant, Tim knew, for he had seen this expression on the man’s face several times before:
Alfred could tell something was up.
~
Marinette and Alfred usually got along. They both preferred it when Bruce’s life wasn’t a mess. Admittedly, this was for different reasons (Marinette didn’t want anything to go wrong PR-wise, Alfred had lots of genuine affection for Bruce), but it was still a common goal.
Now, Marinette wasn’t at work. Now, their goals didn’t align.
Now, they were in a baking competition.
Was it official? No. From the nervous glances being sent their way by the Waynes and the Dupain-Chengs alike, they weren’t even going to get judges.
However. Did they care? Also no.
After all, their families were going to eat. Both she and Alfred were very aware of the fact that no one else was to be trusted in a kitchen, that they weren’t going to starve themselves, that they weren’t going to order takeout when there was food right in front of them. Which meant there was a way for them to tell what people liked best: watch to see what got eaten the most.
Their smiles were stuck on their faces. It looked vaguely unpleasant. If the people in this world had known about the Joker, then their expressions would be compared to that, but the man didn’t exist here so it was instead described as being like ‘something out of a psychological horror movie’.
Alfred kept his eyes on the food he was frying. “I have far more experience in this field, Madame Dupain-Cheng, are you sure you don’t want to leave the cooking to me?”
Translation: I’m better than you, dumbass, give up.
Jason had started biting his fingernails.
Marinette hummed lightly and only just refrained from dumping flour into the dough she was making haphazardly enough to create a dust cloud that would take the old man out for sure. She took solace in the fact that she knew she could do better than him, in both baking and being passive aggressive. She had grown up in akuma Paris, she knew how to give out thinly-veiled insults like candy on Halloween. “Don’t you think you should leave such big feasts to someone like me? Surely, you should be resting.”
Translation: fuck off, you old bitch.
Tim drummed his fingers on his arm.
Alfred’s smile didn’t waver. He did, however, cut the brisket he was making with a little more fervor.
Their families retreated to the far corner of the room to whisper among themselves. It seemed urgent.
Marinette tipped her head to the side, pausing in folding flour into her challah batter while she waited for the rugelach to bake. “Hey, don’t you think it’s a little rude to talk about people behind their backs… right in front of them?”
“Yes, Madame Dupain-Cheng,” Alfred said. “I think they should share with the class.”
Their families looked like they would rather flunk.
And then Damian, master genius and the person that had practically patented manipulating people, tugged on Marinette’s pant leg.
“Oh, hey, Dami,” she said, starting to reach down and pat his head only to realize that doing that while baking for someone that wasn’t her family was unhygienic.
Tim looked down frantically, suddenly realizing that he had lost the child. He mumbled a quiet prayer that he wouldn’t get caught in the crossfire.
“What’s up?” She asked, setting down her spatula and leaning down, hands on her knees, to get closer to his eye level.
Damian smiled and reached for her. “Wanna help!”
Marinette tipped her head to the side thoughtfully for a moment before smiling and pressing a kiss to his forehead. She picked him up and sat him on the counter. “Do you remember when I taught you how to knead dough?”
Damian’s face scrunched thoughtfully. Then, he shook his head.
Marinette smiled and dumped the dough out of the bowl. “Then how about I do it again?”
Every person in the room breathed a sigh of relief. Marinette was forfeiting for the kid. Situation neutralized.
Damian watched with rapt attention as Marinette showed him how to knead dough.
Tim walked over and wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, pressing a tiny kiss to her shoulder. “So, you just beat it into submission?”
She rolled her eyes with a small smile. “Terrible way to put it, but yes.”
He snickered against her skin, and the pair of them watched their kid struggle to work the dough in a quiet, fond silence.
~
Sometimes, Tim found himself forgetting what Bruce and Dick were like when he first met them.
He had always assumed that it was Jason’s death that had made them so distant and cold towards each other. What else could it have been? After all, as Tim took up more and more of Jason’s roles, they began to settle down and come to an understanding.
But now, as he watched Dick and Bruce shout at each other over the dinner table (while Alfred quietly cleared up plates in a way that spoke to the normalcy of this), he remembered Jason’s years as Robin. Nightwing had stormed off to Bludhaven, and there were rumors that Dick Grayson hadn’t talked to his dad since he had moved out.
He’d thought that was impossible. After all, they were the Dynamic Duo. Sure, they had their rough patches, but this was…
Well, this was none of Tim’s business, frankly. Tim wasn’t the same kid he had been when he had first started stalking the bats, he wasn’t nearly as optimistic, nor was he blinded by hero worship anymore. Even if he had been, this wasn’t his Bruce and Dick. They didn’t even know him outside of the fact that he was Marinette’s husband. He was set to leave this world in just over ten years, and they wouldn’t care in the slightest. So, neither should he.
Except…
He sighed and gently combed his finger through Damian’s hair. The kid had tucked his face into his arm the moment the screaming had started.
He gritted his teeth and pushed himself to his feet, the chair scraping against the floor loud enough to draw both of the men’s attention, if only temporarily.
“Hey, guys, not during the holidays, okay?” He said. He knew Damian was listening, knew that the kid wouldn’t take kindly to being seen as ‘weak’ or ‘scared’, so he settled for giving a pointed glance to the kid that was clutching his shirt desperately.
The anger burning in their eyes went out instantly. Tim wasn’t sure what had kindled it in the first place, one moment they had been eating and the next they were screaming their heads off. But it was over with now, and that was all that mattered.
Dick took a careful step away from his adoptive father, his hands unclenching, and rubbed the back of his neck. “Right. Right. Holiday spirit and all that…”
“Yes. Sorry for this,” Bruce said, his gaze finding its way to the window.
It was quiet for a solid minute.
And then Dick clapped his hands together once, a smile in place. “Let’s go into the other room, it’s not Hanukkah without some TV. Bruce, why don’t you help Alfie with the dishes while we get everything set up?”
The man made his way to the door immediately, apparently glad to have permission to disappear. Maybe he wasn’t that different from Tim’s Bruce after all.
Dick ran a hand through his hair, seemingly steeling himself, and then started leading Tim through the house. Tim hugged his kid close as he walked, his fingers combing through his curls in hopes of grounding him.
“Where’re Jason and Marinette?” Dick asked, glancing around.
“They snuck away to go and get Frank.”
Dick raised an eyebrow.
“Our dog.” He felt a tiny tug on his shirt and had to fight off a sigh of relief. At least the kid was still present enough to protest. “Or, well, Dami’s dog.”
Damian nodded once against his chest and then pressed himself closer, as if he thought that, if he just tried hard enough, he might be able to be absorbed by his kinda-dad-kinda-brother.
Tim pressed a kiss to his forehead.
Dick looked away. “I’m… I’m sorry about that.”
“Sorry means nothing after someone’s been hurt, you just have to try not to do it again,” Tim said, giving a terse smile as Dick opened a door for him.
He glanced around the living room. It was the main one back in his reality, and it seems to be the same way here, but it was strange to see it looking like this. In his reality, it had been full of pictures of his family. And, here, it was the same, but gone were the pictures of Cass and Damian, of Steph, of Duke. Of Tim. Gone was the painting they had put up to hide a hole that had been punched into the wall during a playfight. Gone were the bins under the TV labeling what games and consoles belonged to who.
He sunk into a couch and adjusted Damian on his lap to hug him more firmly. Dick faffed around for a bit, touching pillows and messing with the remote uncertainly, until he made the decision to go over to the fireplace.
He squinted at it for a moment before shrugging and tossing a block of wood in, and then he started up a lighter.
But a solid twelve attempts later (marked by the quiet shck of the lighter every time), there was nothing.
Tim was fighting off his amusement. Dick’s face was already red enough from embarrassment, and he didn’t know the man enough to openly make fun of him here.
Thank god he had a kid that could do it for him.
“Aren’t you supposed to be a grownup?” Damian said and, though his face was still tucked away in Tim’s chest, Tim could practically hear the disgust in his voice.
And it was unfortunate that Damian was pressed so close, because this meant that the kid could feel the way he trembled with the effort to not to laugh. Or cry in relief. Apparently, the way to get Damian out of a funk was to be so hopeless the kid forgot what he was upset about. Good to know. Also objectively hilarious and on brand.
Dick set the lighter down, now so red it looked like he was going to pop.
But God must have been on his side – in a giving mood for Hanukkah, it seems – because Marinette and Jason chose that exact minute to walk in, Frank at their heels.
In seconds, Frank had darted across the room and came to settle beside Damian, her nose snuffling at his clothes.
Damian giggled a little and tried to bat the curious nose away, but Frank was an unstoppable force and he was pulled just far enough away for Frank to settle her head on the kid’s lap.
The kid blinked down at his dog for a few moments before giving a watery little laugh. He started stroking his dog’s head, his eyes lighting up when she licked one of his hands.
The adults in the room shared quiet, relieved smiles. Jason and Marinette did a tiny fistbump.
The kid would be alright.
~
Marinette and Damian hung back awkwardly as the Waynes went about preparing to light the candles. She had sat herself down on the floor, the kid in her lap and her arms wrapped around him loosely, and her chin atop his head.
And then Damian squirmed in her lap.
She drew back, raising an eyebrow at the kid, and he wordlessly pointed to the menorah.
She blinked once and looked up, then tipped her head to the side. “You… want to join them this year?” She asked hesitantly.
Damian nodded firmly.
She exchanged mildly concerned glances with her boyfriend.
It wasn’t that Tim and Marinette didn’t want to introduce Damian to their religions, they would have been perfectly happy to do so if he was actually their child, but the original Damian had been raised Muslim. It felt wrong to change that. They had been reading up on what they were supposed to do pretty much since the beginning. Thankfully, most of the stuff required of Muslims weren’t things that needed to be done right away, so they had figured they would have time to research and prepare…
But he was young, and he was expressing interest (or, at least, curiosity), and they didn’t know what to do. They were perfectly happy to entertain the kid’s questions no matter how ‘dumb’ or ‘stupid’, but now they wondered if it was moral to answer him when the questions were like this.
After quite a bit of thought and hesitation, Marinette slowly rose to her feet to go join them. They would have to start introducing Damian to Islamic beliefs once Hanukkah was over.
But, for now, she set Damian on the windowsill beside the menorah – she trusted him to not touch the fire – and quietly bowed her head with him to join the Waynes in prayer.
If nothing else, teaching him to respect and understand other religions was a must.
~
Gift giving was… an experience.
There were several near-breakdowns by the time the night was over. But y’know. Tis is life or whatever.
But he’s getting ahead of himself. Let him go back and explain.
Marinette had been surprised enough that the Waynes had a) remembered that she had mentioned that their family combined Hanukkah and Christmas into a holiday when she had only mentioned it offhand once and b) gone through the effort to get a tree in place. That in itself was almost enough to make her a sobbing mess. It was so strangely thoughtful, so heartwarming that they had remembered that Tim had had to take her aside for a minute to collect herself.
But what she saw next was enough to make her jaw drop:
As they approached the tree, she began to realize just how many presents there were. Hell, even Tim was mildly surprised to find all this stuff there.
“Rich people,” Marinette said, and for once there wasn’t that much disdain to be found in the phrase.
Tim snickered and came to rest his chin on her shoulder. “Rich people,” he agreed, grinning lightly. “Get used to it, you’re practically joining the family now.”
She blushed and gently pushed his face away. “You’re annoying.”
“Yeah. I am. But you love me anyway.”
She hummed a little in quiet agreement, but their attention was quickly dragged away. Because Damian was tugging at the hems of their shirts insistently, trying to get them to move closer to the tree so he could start opening his (apparently) many, many presents.
Tim smiled to himself as they found a place to sit, the fireplace warming their backs (Jason had set it, Dick was too embarrassed to try again).
Damian started literally tearing through the presents. It turns out that Marinette, apparently, talked about both Damian and Tim a lot at work – she had tucked her face into his shoulder to hide her blush there when Bruce had told them about it – and they had had a lot to work with.
Tim ended up getting a camera. He was pretty sure it was a slightly new model of the one that his Bruce had bought for him a few years prior and the comparison nearly sent him into his own fit of tears. Which he had no explanation for.
Thankfully, no one questioned him on it. He wasn’t sure he would have been able to lie and pull The Dead Parents Card in this scenario.
As for the Waynes… Marinette and Tim had gone for more heartfelt things than expensive ones, because there was no way that they could find something for them that they both a) wanted and b) didn’t already have. The pains of buying for rich people. You have to think.
In the end, Tim had helped scrounge up old footage of the Flying Graysons and given a flash drive's worth of stuff to him (which had added to the many near-breakdowns of the day), Marinette had found a first edition book for Jason…
And then they had gotten a planner for Bruce. Because they wanted to be passive aggressive. At least the design on the front of it – a Wayne family photo – was cute.
Frank had been given a couple of toys. How the Waynes had known ahead of time that Frank was going to be showing up to enjoy them, Tim didn’t know, but he would bet money on Alfred. He would also bet money that it was Jason that chose the specific toys, because it had only been a few minutes and Tim was already grinding his teeth to ignore the squeaking of the smiling cactus in Frank’s mouth.
Damian got… everything else. Which included things like stuffed animals and coloring books, but also a couple of actual books and a slew of movies and a game console that looked like it might be this reality’s version of a Switch and…
Tim breathed out a sigh. “God, it’s gonna take so many motorcycle trips to get that to our house…”
Which was how they found out what Marinette had gotten.
Because Bruce smirked and tossed her a set of keys.
Marinette caught them without thinking, and then seemed to think very hard about it, her lips just barely parting in surprise as she stared down at the shiny keys.
She looked up at them with wide eyes. Tim did the same.
“I… I don’t even have a driver’s license,” Marinette said. Which was true in this world. She had let it expire because it wasn’t worth bothering to get a new one when she didn’t have a car to drive.
Bruce shrugged, a tiny grin playing across his lips. “Then make yourself one. I know you can do that.”
Tim and Marinette fought to keep their expressions neutral and confused and... from the look on Alfred’s face, like something had been confirmed to him, it wasn’t working.
“You knew?” said Marinette, her voice a squeak.
Bruce nodded. “Pretty much since the moment you started working at my company.”
Tim suddenly remembered the multiple times Marinette had texted him talking about how Bruce was scrutinizing her. He had assumed it was just how he was when he didn’t have to hide himself behind Brucie in public, or that maybe it was about the promotion she eventually got.
But, no. Apparently he had noticed discrepancies.
Which was insane. Tim had made those fake IDs himself, and he had gotten Marinette to proofread everything, there shouldn’t have been any discrepancies.
And yet here they were.
Stupid rich people and their infinite money and resources. He now got why Marinette held mild disdain for them.
At least Dick smiled and waved off their fears. “Don’t worry, though, we won’t snitch on you.”
Jason sunk back in his recliner. “Yeah, you’re basically the new siblings –.”
Bruce sputtered. He was ignored.
“– and we wouldn’t do that to you. It’d be kinda shi –...” Jason glanced at Damian. The kid had already started on his first coloring book. His eyes were narrowed in concentration, his tongue poking out of his mouth as he worked, so he definitely wasn’t listening, but Tim and Marinette both broke out of their stupors enough to send warning glares regardless. “... messed up of us.”
Alfred smiled kindly at them. “What the witness protection program doesn’t know won’t matter, will it?”
It took a moment for the pair to process this. They continued to look at each other with wide eyes as they slowly put it all together.
… right. Another world. One without magic. Most people wouldn’t immediately jump to dimension hopping identity thieves.
Tim breathed a sigh of relief. It would be interpreted as him just being glad that they wouldn’t be ratted out and not the realization that their secret was safe that it was.
“Thank you,” she said quietly. “We appreciate the thought.”
~
Marinette smiled as she looked out over the room. A tiny nightlight that projected stars over the ceiling allowed her to just barely make out the forms of Damian and Frank, curled up together on the bed. She watched the slight rise and fall of their chests as they breathed for a minute.
And then she gently shut the door until it was open just a crack. In case Damian or Frank needed to come wake them up for a nightmare.
She smiled lightly as she made her way over to the room across the hall.
Tim was laying in bed, scrolling through his phone. He was in danger of dropping it onto his face, but she didn’t worry too much about it as she went about getting ready for bed.
Speaking of… the moment she hit the bed, she gasped.
“Holy fuck. We need to steal this thing,” she told him.
He snorted, letting his phone hand fall to the side. “Or we could just buy a better mattress.”
“You’re no fun. This is why no one likes vigilantes.”
Tim raised an eyebrow at her as she began the usual process of tangling their limbs together, turning onto his side to make it a little easier.
This, of course, led to them both laying on their sides, facing each other, dopey smiles decorating their faces.
“You like vigilantes.”
“I sure do,” she agreed lightly, leaning in to press a kiss to his lips.
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Old Moons, New Friends
Hello my fellow fans, coming back at you with a new outlook on the world! Warning, I might start to get a little moody and out there with my writing style this time, but hey, I was feeling a little different lately! I'm sure I'll get some haters to call me out on it! Seriously, I never got where people with such negative attitudes come from. How do they see things? Do they open their eyes every morning, stare at the ceiling, and automatically think 'Ergh, everyone hates me', and go on about their day? Why would you want to live like that? Well if that's what they tell themselves they're gonna end up believing it. The perspective we view our world from changes everything. Depending on if you're gazing through the eye strain-inducing lit screen of a laptop or through the tiny lens of a telescope makes a big difference. As for me, well, it's no secret that Inanimate Insanity is the biggest part of my life. Frankly, you could call me obsessed and I couldn't deny it. Yet I never thought my borderline depressing infatuation with the series would become... well, you know, actually depressing. As I said, the show's the biggest thing in my life, but ironically, now that I'm here, it's so big with its numerous crazy happenstances and quirky inhabitants, it's easy to go unnoticed, or, well, no need to sugarcoat it, it's easy to be intentionally ignored. It got me thinking, how does it feel to accomplish landing on the moon? Granted, I don't really have to imagine since I've been to Mars for crying out loud, but hey, that only strengthens my point. That place didn't really capture my attention; I was busy being frustrated with my awful data service. Yeah, with my little blog "hiatuses" you know how much my service sucks, right, dear readers? But anyway, honestly, after the initial shock dies down, it must be pretty underwhelming, the moon. Like, whoo, you're standing on some celestial body where gravitational influence creates ocean tides. Big whoop. Gee, I'm starting to sound like Test Tube... hmph, funny, speaking of influences. I feel a lot happier now, knowing there's someone here who I don't have to worry will judge me and my ridiculously drawn-out and trivial observations. Test Tube a lot of the time is just saying stuff no one else seems to care about, too. But bless her, she couldn't care less if anyone else cared. She doesn't really let anything get her down, she just enjoys absorbing the world around her for what it is. I guess every place has a silver lining if you look hard enough, after all, Mars gave me that egg, didn't it? I know Test Tube really loves the moon, observing it from afar and adoring every little detail from its phases to its atomic radius. I hope for her sake, she never gets there. Now I turn the tables to you, readers. Has your opinion on something ever completely changed over time, as your perspective got a chance to widen? Email me your responses, you can find my address through the forum (hey, a little plug for that part of the site can't hurt!)
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I felt so bad today I had to stay home. My voice was totally gone. I couldn't even laugh!! Nothing would come out! Terrible. Uncomfortable. I was not having a very good day.
I didn't sleep great. I actually fell asleep sleeping on my back which I literally never do. I just couldn't get comfortable breathing on my side.
When I woke up I was coughing so hard. We think I have bronchitis. James told me I shouldn't go to work. And they were correct. I was worried about moving the car to the correct side of the street. And they said that if that was what was worrying me then they would go do that.
I would wash my face and did my lotions to try to feel better. But I still needed to stay home and stay in bed.
I don't remember James leaving. Which made James very worried when I told them that later. But I just somehow missed that conversation. Like I remember them coming in to check on me. And asking if they should bring anything home for me. But I missed them saying goodbye. So I was slightly distressed. But I would be alright.
My voice was very hoarse. I decided I should just try my best to not talk. Rest my voice and my body.
I would have my little sandwich James had made for me. Today was not exciting. I had my sandwich and enjoyed looking out the window. I watched a lot of videos. I texted with Jess. I texted with Celia. We came up with a silly plan about voting for best bird of the session next summer. I was not feeling great but I was trying to be positive.
I would gaslight myself into thinking I was fine when I didnt cough for a few minutes and then I would cough so hard I thought I was dying. My chest and throat feel bruised. It was pretty rough.
I thought about sleeping. But while my body was exhausted from coughing, my brain was totally awake. So I just spent a lot of time playing on my phone. Writing emails. Watching videos. Jess told me to be nice to myself and I was trying!
I just wanted to be fixed. I accidently kicked Sweetp and couldn't even apologize. It was tough.
I got an email from a fieldtrip next week and there was a mistake on our end with our calendar. Which then lead to a bunch of phone tag with Alexi and Elizabeth. I didn't realize Elizabeth was still on jury duty. And she didn't know I was home and it was just a lot of back and forth trying to figure out how to fix this. And it'll be fine but it is a little annoying we got all flip flopped.
James would come home soon enough. And we had discussed how I wanted taco bell. So they would take me there. Which honestly helped me feel a lot better. After they cooled off and I got shoes on, they had a quick call with Dante. I tried to say hi but it was just a squeak. And then we were off.
We drove out to Brooklyn park. And got to watch the pretty sunset over the water. Speaking of water there is going to be an event soon to jump in the harbor because it's safe to swim now. Mostly. I want to jump in the harbor?! James does too.
We got taco bell. It was great. I ate it on the drive back and it was exactly what I wanted.
When we got back here James took all our Halloween decorations down. Hung up the blanket I got them as a wall tapestry. Love it. We will wait to put our Christmas decor up until Thanksgiving. Though we need to get our Christmas egg down. We are trying to start a tradition. The ceremonial opening of the egg. Which is a little Christmas scene inside. Love the egg. We opened it last year after Thanksgiving dinner. That's the tradition. We're going to make it a whole thing.
We have been hanging out since then. James made themselves pizza dough. I laid in bed. Eventually I went and took a bath and it helped my chest congestion a little. But I'm still suffering.
I am going to try to sleep soon. I want to go to work tomorrow. So I really hope I feel a little better then I do right now. When I just started coughing so hard I started crying. Sucks. I do not like this.
I love you all though. And I hope we all feel better
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Little Freak
This is an idea that I have for a possible AU. It is all I kept thinking about for the last couple of days. And honestly I am in love with the idea. I am a bit obsessed.
Give it a read and let me know what you think. Perhaps, maybe if people like it, I will create a blog dedicated to this. I don't know.
Enjoy!
Pairing: Sirius Black x Trans FTM!Remus Lupin (Wolfstar)
Muggle Modern AU.
Trope: childhood friends to strangers to friends to lovers.
Content Warning: Mentions of transphobia, mentions of self harm, mentions of bullying.
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Sirius stared at Remus' text for what felt like hours. His body was sweating, his heart was beating fast, his mouth was dry.
Remus: Let's meet up in person, shall we?
Meet up in person. Sirius didn't know if he could do it. Just thinking about it, made Sirius' tummy twist. It was the same sensation he got when he rode a rollercoaster for the first time when he was fourteen, when James took him. Nervousness and anxiety but at the same time, the thrill of wanting to do it so badly, that the negative feelings didn't quite matter.
Sirius hadn't seen Remus in person since they were ten, eleven. Sirius didn't remember. Remus was a different person back then. He had a different name. He had longer hair. He wore dresses and sweaters. He was a girl. Not anymore.
Rosie. Rosie. Rosie. Rosalind Lupin.
Rosie used to be Sirius' favorite person in the world. Years ago, The Lupins used to work for his family. And Sirius befriended their daughter who was the same age as him. Because he felt lonely. And he was an extrovert and energetic kid.
They did pranks together, they got into adventures with Regulus. They pretended to be pirates, warriors, sailors, wizards, aliens. They shared secrets. They talked through walkie talkies until very late at night. They made bonfires. They watched horror movies that were supposed to be for adults. And when everything was too much with Sirius' family, as it always had been, Sirius would sneak to the little cottage The Lupins lived. Inside The Black's property. Because being with Rosie comforted him.
Rosie and her books. Rosie and her little freckles across her nose. Rosie and her light brown curls that she always tied up. How Sirius loved to take the the hair tie to losen her hair, because Sirius liked how it floated in the wind. How Rosie got angry, or rolled her eyes. Rosie wearing her father's old sweaters than were too big for her. Rosie coming up for the perfect plan or prank. Her mischievious smile. The time she ran her fingers though Sirius' hair after she found him crying because of his parents. Rosie's nice father, Lyall. Rosie's cool mum, Hope.
Sirius sighed. It was Remus now. Remus had come out as a trans boy a year ago or so. Sirius had respected the change of name, the change of pronouns, the testosterone Remus began using, everything Remus had told him about his transition process.
Remus: This is me, Sirius. It had always been me. But now... Now I am finally being myself.
Sirius: I totally respect that. Whatever makes you happy, Remus :)
Remus: Thank you...
Sometimes Sirius felt that Remus was a whole different person though. Or maybe that was what Sirius was afraid of. He was afraid that Rosie would be forever gone. It was silly. It was stupid. Sirius was being an idiot that didn't understand transgender people's issues. And he was being selfish. He shouldn't think that way.
Rosie-Remus... They were the same person. Sirius' friend.
After The Lupins were fired (Sirius still didn't know what had happened or why his parents were so angry with Mr. Lupin), Sirius and Remus stayed in touch. Only through emails, then phone calls (very long phone calls), and then over the years, only texts. The last texts weren't very often. They weren't very retailers in them like before. Sirius was afraid that they ran out of things to talk about. That things weren't the same.
Sirius had been very busy with school, with The Marauders (his best friends in the world), with parties, with girls, stupid things that a sixteen year old teenage boy would care about. And perhaps Remus had been the same.
So yeah, that text...That text gave Sirius shivers down his spine.
Sirius: Sure Remus...
Sirius: Is everything okay?
Remus: Does something have to be wrong for me to want to see you?
Remus: :)
At least that gave Sirius hope. And he smiled.
Sirius: Just checking...
Sirius: Where do you want to meet?
Remus: I know the perfect place
Remus: They sell the best milshakes
So Remus remembered how they gulped milshakes from different flavors when they were kids. The more sugar they had, the better. Walburga detested that her son consumed such things.
Sirius: Sounds wonderful
Sirius: Are you free this weekend?
Remus: Yeah, how about Saturday, 5 p.m
Remus: I'll text you the adress
So it was happening. Sirius was going to see Remus. He had seen a few pictures, but most of his face was covered, and the curls covered most of the frame. So Sirius didn't know how much Remus had changed.
Sirius felt an urge to vomit.
Sirius: Sounds good.
Oh Fucking Hell.
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Sirius' palms were sweating. Sirius' armpits were sweating. Sirius' genitals were even sweating. So he took off his leather jacket. He ran his fingers though his hair, and he realized how sticky they were. So he wiped his palms on his trousers.
Sirius began moving his leg. At least that was calming him down a bit. Sirius looked around. A group of girls were looking at him. He smiled politely and they dissolved into a pack of giggles. Sirius looked away.
If only they knew he was dying. He was so nervous. So so nervous.
Ping. A text.
Sirius took out his phone thinking it was Remus. Probably cancelling. Probably telling him he had arrived. Sirius didn't know.
James: Video games and pizza tonight?
James: Wormy is already here
None of Sirius' friends knew about Remus. Sirius liked keeping him a secret. Sirius didn't know what was going to happen with Remus, so he didn't answer. And he was too nervous to type anyway.
James: Pads?
Sorry, James. Not now.
Sirius locked his phone and he was pocketing it, when he heard a voice behind him. A male voice.
"Sirius?"
Sirius froze only for two seconds but they seemed like hours. He turned slowly. A tall skinny boy was standing in front of him. Remus. Remus had the same soft brown curls but he kept them short above his head. He had the the same freckles across his nose. The same light brown eyes. He was wearing the same big sweaters he used to wear and some jeans and converse.
Everything was the same. But now Remus was a teenage boy. A very cute teenage boy.
And when he smiled, Sirius figured that his smile was the same.
Perhaps Sirius had been looking for too long. Because Remus looked down embarrassed. He began playing with his sweater sleeves. He used to do the same when he was a child.
So Sirius decided to react and cleared his throat. He gave Remus a nice soft smile.
"Remus..." he stood, up nervously "You look... Amm... You look...."
Remus looked up and his mouth twisted into his iconic mischievous smile. It was the same.
"Different?" Remus tried, giggling.
Sirius chuckled, he rubbed his neck.
"Sure" he said "You are so much taller. You have grown so fast"
Remus used to be taller than Sirius when they were kids as well. Sirius always thought he would become taller with time.
"And apparently you stayed the same height" Remus joked, looking at him upside down.
Sirius gasped. All of his friends bothered him because of his height. Same height that most girls. Only Peter understood his struggle.
"Very funny, Remus" Sirius tutted, as Remus laughed. His laughter was the same. But deeper.
Sirius took a seat again, feeling more relieved. And Remus took a seat in front of him in the booth.
"I missed teasing you"
Sirius pouted "You teased me a lot over texts"
"Not the same" Remus snorted. He hid his hands into his sweater sleeves. He put his elbows on the table, covering his mouth.
Remus was doing exactly the same that Sirius remembered.
There was a brief moment of silence after that. Sirius kept smiling like an idiot he didn't know why. His eyes were focused on Remus, but his brain moved them away, perhaps thinking it wasn't appropiate to stare.
Remus hid his smile behind his sleeves. And he was staring at Sirius openly and without discretion. So Sirius decided to break the silence.
"How have you been?"
"Great" Remus cleared his throat and moved in his seat.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah"
"How...how..." Sirius began playing with the sugar can "What have you been doing this summer?"
"Working..."
"Oh that's a bummer..." he turned the sugar can without noticing that he was pouring sugar on the table. Remus observed amused "Oh shit...." Sirius noticed "Shit...." he began cleaning everything in with his hands.
Remus was softly laughing.
"Very nice, Sirius"
"Oh shut up!" Sirius smiled "This is you fault, actually" Sirius put his hair behind his ear.
"My fault?" Remus snorted.
"I am nervous" Sirius confessed "I am nervous and I am playing with sugar cans like a fool"
Remus giggled.
"Even the lady at the counter is looking at me"
Remus laughed because it was true.
"You did that on yourself" Remus tutted.
"Because I am nervous!" Sirius put the can back, and crossed his arms.
"Why are you nervous?" Remus smiled.
"Because..." Sirius snorted, he began laughing softly "Because I haven't seen you in five years?"
"Yeah"
"We've been texting and all" Sirius began playing with the menu now "But it is not the same"
"I know..."
"And you look different.... Like like...."
"A boy?"
Sirius nodded.
"Maybe I look ridiculous...."
"Ridiculous?" Sirius asked "No no..."
"No no?"
"No no"
Remus giggled.
"You've been busy" he said softly "You've been always busy"
Sirius sighed. It was true. Marauders' hang outs. Family stupid dinners and gatherings. Parties. Birthdays. School.
Remus had asked him to see him before. But Sirius used to have every excuse. Until Remus stopped asking. And Remus asked again this time. And Sirius finally agreed.
Sirius swallowed "I am sure you'd been busy as well"
Remus nodded.
"With school" Sirius continued, smiling "And friends..."
Remus snorted.
"And Hope and Lyall..." Sirius gasped "How are Hope and Lyall?"
Remus licked his lips "Divorced"
"Oh..."
Remus giggled awkwardly.
"You didn't tell me"
"It's recent... They are making the papers... Talking to lawyers"
Remus looked down sadly. The difference between them was that Remus had had a great relationship with his parents. While Sirius hadn't. Or that's how Sirius remembered it.
"I am sorry" Sirius sighed.
"Yeah it is fine" Remus sniffed, playing with his sleeves "I just..." he put a lock of hair in his eye away "I reckon maybe it is my fault"
Sirius' eyes widened.
"Why?" Sirius shook his head "Why do you say that?"
"Lyall...." Remus hissed "Lyall is not very okay with me being a boy... Hope is. They used to have pretty nasty fights about that"
Sirius touched Remus' elbow before he could stop himself. Remus observed that and smiled. Sirius didn't dare to take his hand away.
"It is not your fault" Sirius said "That is their issue, really"
Remus pouted. Sirius smiled.
"You are doing a great job as a boy"
Remus raised an eyebrow. Then he laughed.
"Thank you?" Remus leaned in "How does someone make a good job being a boy?"
"I...I don't know" Sirius snorted. Remus giggled "But you are doing it great.... You are doing it great, sweetheart"
Sirius winked. Remus' cheeks turned slightly pink.
"Thank you, sweetheart" Remus snorted. He covered his face again.
"So....Yeah..."
"How's Reggie?" Remus asked.
Sirius sighed "A pain in the ass"
Remus laughed.
"He is fifteen... He sometimes acts like a 50 year old man. You must remember"
Remus nodded "I remember"
"He is not fun anymore"
"I am sorry to hear that"
Sirius didn't want to talk about Regulus. How Regulus had become ashamed of him. How Regulus had become what Walburga and Orion had expected.
Although he was covering him that afternoon...
"So how are your.... Mmmm...." Sirius crossed his legs "Milkshakes!"
Remus frowned "How are my milkshakes?"
Remus was the only one that made Sirius talk and talk like an idiot. Sirius was trying to ignore how his heart was jumping with joy, because little by little, it was getting easier again with Remus.
Sirius smiled as Remus giggled.
"Not like..." Sirius pointed to the counter "We haven't ordered anything"
"Oh..." Remus nodded "I love their Hersheys milshake" Remus grabbed the menu.
"Chocoholic still?" Sirius smiled.
Remus smiled back "Always" he said "What do you want?" he asked giving Sirius the menu.
"Amm..." Sirius took it.
"Probably something disgusting like tutty fruity.... " Remus smiled. Sirus gasped, making a pout "Or something"
"Okay... I am a fan of trying new flavors and things" Sirius gave Remus' head a soft hit with the menu "You know me pretty well"
"Oh... Yeah" Remus nodded "Like the time you decided to invent the toothpaste milkshake flavor by adding actual toothpaste to the milk"
"It was good!" Sirius protested. Remus laughed.
"It tasted..."
"Minty!"
"Disgusting!"
Sirius rolled his eyes, looking at the menu. Remus observed him smiling.
"Strawberry... And passion fruit"
Remus made a disgusted face.
Sirius stood up, indignated.
"I am gonna order that..." Sirius said. Remus nodded "And you are going to try it. And you are going to be jealous of my milkshake"
"I don't think so" Remus shook his head.
"You will, wanker" Sirius snapped. Remus laughed "You will"
Remus smiled. He wanted to stand up but Sirius stopped him.
"I'll pay for them" Sirius stopped him "The milkshakes are on me"
"You sure?"
"Let me buy you milkshake!" Sirius put out his tongue.
"Aren't you gonna buy me chips too?"
"Chips it is"
"I was joking!" But Sirius started walking towards the counter "Sirius!"
Sirius turned. Remus had a wide smile on his face. His face was quite red. He looked happy.
"I... I fucking missed you"
Sirius smiled. But he turned before Remus saw his cheeks going red. He took a deep breath. He was so happy to see Remus again.
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Sirius' first reaction was to make a face. But it was only because he had expected the shake to be sweet. But it was kind of sour. The taste was terribly wrong at first. But once one's tongue got used to it, it wasn't that bad.
Remus on the other hand, was enjoying his Hershey Milkshake like a kid. He was smiling as he slurped the straw.
"It is actually not bad"
"You're lying"
Sirius scoffed "I am not lying, Remus" he said "Here..." he pushed his glass toward Remus "Try it"
Remus shook his head "No thank you"
"Let me try yours"
"No thank you"
"Remus!" Sirius protested.
"Sirius!" Remus used the same tone. He smiled.
They looked into each other's eyes for a while. Sirius noticed Remus' freckles. And how his eyelashes were too long to be true. But they were cute as Remus blinked.
Then Sirius tried to reach Remus' milkshake. But Remus tried to stop him at the same time.
"Just give me a tiny sip!"
"No! Sirius!"
"Please Remus!"
"It is mine! I ordered it first!"
"Come on!"
"It is not my fault that your shake is horrid!"
"My shake is not horrid!"
Remus was laughing as he held his glass tight. Sirius was trying to pull towards him.
"I want to try it!"
"You are gonna spill everything up!" Remus giggled.
Finally Sirius managed to take the milkshake.
"HA!" But as he took a sip, he moved his elbow and his own shake fell and all of it was spilled over the table, over the chips.
Remus gasped, covering his mouth. And then he began laughing.
"Well..." Sirius said as he slurped Remus' shake "It was awful, anyway"
Remus began laughing, covering his mouth. And his laughter was so contagious that Sirius began laughing as well. They both laughed loud and openly now. Dropping their heads back like kids. Remus bended down because his tummy began hurting of how much he was laughing.
"This is mine!" Remus tried to get his shake back but his sleeves touched the spilled milkshake. And he groaned.
Sirius showed his teeth. And Remus put it on Sirius' face, covering it with milkshake. Remus started laughing again, as Sirius gasped and cleaned himself.
People were looking at them like crazy people, so Sirius noticed. Especially the lady at the counter. Especially the girls from before.
"Hi!" so he waved at them, and smirked at the way Remus was laughing.
They laughed until they both got tired. Then all that was left were soft smiles and them catching their breath again. They both leaned back in their seats, appreaciating each other's company like that.
Now, you have a general idea of how it used to be back then. Sirius and Remus used to have so much fun together. Sirius and Remus used to be so silly together. It was all fun and games, yes. But there were also soft times of silence. Like the one right now. They stayed in silence, enjoying each other's company. There was no need to talk. It was pure comfort. Sirius felt in peace. Like everything was happiness and harmony. Until Sirius started talking and they got back at being goofy again.
That was why Sirius loved to have Remus in his life. And Sirius didn't know how he spent five years without him. Sirius was feeling a warm sensation on his chest. Like something burning inside. He felt the same when Rosie ran her fingers through his hair. He felt the same when Rosie smiled at him after a bad fight with his mother. And Sirius was feeling the same now with Remus.
It didn't matter the name. It didn't matter the gender. Girl or boy. This was his Rosie/Remus. The one Sirius used to adore.
"I need to tell you something" Remus whispered now.
Sirius smiled. Because he wanted. Because he could.
"Yeah?"
Remus sat up straight. He looked into Sirius' eyes.
"I've been...." Remus bit his lip "Partially lying to you"
Sirius sat up straight again.
"What do you mean?"
Remus looked down. He shook his head.
"I don't have friends... My life is pretty miserable at school"
"Oh..." Sirius didn't expect that.
Remus sighed "Everyone had been making my life miserable since I came out..." Remus sniffed, putting his hair away "They call me a confused lesbian. They say that I am sick. That I need help...."
"Remus..." Sirius didn't know what to say.
Remus moved his mouth "It got to the point that it became very dark... I started hurting myself...."
Sirius couldn't hear that.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"I was embarrassed" Remus swallowed "And you had your friends and your life"
Sirius shook his head.
"My mum said that enough was enough" Remus continued "And... that I should change schools"
Remus smiled. Sirius didn't know why. He felt guilty. He felt guilty for practically ignorning Remus like that. Maybe if Sirius had been more pendant...
"She said that I should go to a private school this time" Remus added "That the money doesn't matter, that if we worked hard we could afford it"
The Lupins had always struggled economically. Sirius remembered he used to see the little cottage they lived in, the little things they had and compared it with everything that The Blacks owned, and sometimes wasted. It wasn't fair.
"And..." Remus smiled, poking Sirius' arm. Sirius tried to smile and not feel guilty "I suggested mum and dad your school"
Sirius raised an eyebrow.
"You are always talking about how much you like your school and your friends... What was it's name? Hollywarts?"
"Hogwarts?"
Remus nodded "The very same" he snorted.
Sirius was speechless. Or maybe he was still thinking about Remus being alone.
"So with my mum's savings, my savings and...." he rolled his eyes "Lyall's savings... And the jobs we have...." Remus licked his lips "I think I would be able to go to school with you this September"
Remus finished giggling awkwardly, because Sirius wasn't saying anything. Sirius was busy blinking and processing the information.
"Sirius?"
"Mmm?"
"Did you hear what I said?"
Sirius nodded. He finished nodding and he nodded again. Just because.
Remus bit his lip.
"Blimey... You hate the fact that I...."
Sirius stood up and he took a seat in Remus' booth, next to him. And he wrapped his arms around him, giving him a hug. Remus was soft, cuddly, he smelled very nice. Soap, chocolate, and men's cologne.
Sirius' eyes filled with tears. He was glad Remus couldn't see that.
"I missed you so much"
When Remus left, Sirius cried for five nights. Sirius felt very sad and lonely for weeks. He hadn't told that to anyone. Not even his soul.
"I missed you too"
Sirius snorted, swallowing his tears. Then he pulled away, grabbing Remus by the shoulders and smiling at him.
"You are going to my school?" Sirius chuckled.
"Yeah" Remus smiled "We are going to be classmates"
"Woow"
"And see each other everyday"
Now Sirius made a face "Woow"
Remus hit his arm, playfully.
"I am so glad!" Sirius snorted, biting his lip "You are gonna love Hogwarts! You are gonna love the teachers! We can do pranks to them together.... And...."
Remus was smiling.
"OH!" Sirius' eyes widened "You are gonna The Marauders!"
"The Marauders?" Remus raised an eyebrow.
"That is the name of my friend group...."
"The Marauders?" Remus asked again, teasing.
"Oh shut up!"
Remus giggled.
"Maybe you can meet them today!" Sirius beamed remembering James' text "We can go to James' after this... Videogames and pizza"
Remus shrugged "Can't... I'm working"
"Oh..." Sirius made a pout "Bummer"
Remus smiled "It is okay... My job is cool"
"What do you do?"
"I work in a Library"
"Oh...." Sirius teased "I forgot how nerd you were..." Remus rolled his eyes "You are...."
"Shut up, you wanker!"
Remus smiled.
"I work there in every afternoon" Remus stared at his watch "I actually have to be there in twenty minutes"
Sirius sighed. He didn't quite want to say goodbye. That is when he realized how close he was of Remus. And decided that he didn't mind.
"When can I see you again?" Sirius smiled.
Remus shrugged "Complicated and busy summer.... Work, work.... And more work"
It wasn't fair that Remus had to work hard to go to a decent school. Sirius would offer to help. But 1) He couldn't touch his funds until he turned eighteen, 2) He could not tell his parents about Remus, his father flinched someone mentioned Mr. Lupin, 3) Remus wouldn't accept his help.
"See you on September, then?"
Two weeks left. Just two weeks left. Sirius hadn't been that desperate to go back to school.
Remus smiled. Then he nodded.
"See you on September"
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I’ve not heard from my ex for a while, which is a good thing. I’m honestly proud of myself for not checking in on other social media.
That said…
Of course, things trickle down through third party, this time through my former in-laws, specifically my former SIL.
Apparently, 1400 goes to family dinners, which is fine by me. I did ask him to check in now and then, make sure they’re okay (more so my kids than former in-laws), cause like me, my former SIL is stubborn and doesn’t say anything when things are off. I digress.
Anyways. I suppose after months of silent treatment between the siblings (my ex and my former SIL), he calls her up during a belated birthday family dinner, gets to talking, and apparently asks about me, at which 1400 perks up and starts listening in (not that I approve but I can’t blame him). At one point or another, my ex must’ve stated something along the lines of “She really hates me”, at which 1400 flipped his shit and, according to my former SIL, first started cussing my ex out, then asked what exactly he expected the outcome to be and what he keeps wanting from me. It’s kind of important to remember here that my ex is the one who wanted out.
Anyhow. It turns out that my ex is under the impression -now this is according to 1400 and my former SIL- that we split amicably. Nothing could be farther from the truth. “Now why would he think that?” you ask. It’s because I didn’t get loud. Well technically, I did. Except, he wasn’t there to witness that cause he handled almost everything via… you guessed it… emails, just like when he’d asked for divorce. Because he was too chicken to, both, watch me break down and cry and hear me yell at him, maybe throw some shit his way.
The few moments he was around, and there were only two or three after he asked to split, I tried to stay composed as much as I could, otherwise, I’d have ended up in jail. (That would’ve been especially bad the very last time I saw him, which was 3ish weeks before my last surgery.) You can thank 1400 for that, btw, as he kept reminding me to keep a cool head and not give my ex the satisfaction.
I suppose, I regret not having gotten loud. I may also regret that I didn’t take a chainsaw to his shit. I really really should have. And then packed it up like that and instructed the movers to ship his shit as is. It fucking irritates me to this day that WE handled all that clearing shit for him because he was too afraid to face us. His excuse of no time is invalid as he clearly had time to visit his w**** while my kids and their S.O.s, 1400, and I broke our backs to get shit packed and shipped.
Maybe, he will get the hint once he opens the storage unit to which his HHG shipped to. I may not have broken his shit, but I decided to add almost everything that reminded me of us to his shipment, to include every single gift I’d ever received from him. And lemme tell ya, in 24 years of marriage, there’s a lot of stuff that accumulates. I’m still debating if I’ll send him all the letters he’s ever written me in torn little pieces, along with my ring melted into a little hand flipping him off. Would that be too petty? Hmmm…
I’m just trying to get over this. And him. I don’t need or want him asking how I am. Nor do I want him to find out through others, hence why I didn’t post much about my trip via my other social media. I know, living my best life is the best revenge. And I suppose I could rub it into his face by posting damn near explicit selfies with 1400. But I believe that my ex doesn’t deserve even a glimpse to the new, still improving me.
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home - dr spencer reid one-shot
𝘨𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦 - home
𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 - crying, a little bit of sadness but mostly happiness, sibling fluff, military reunion
𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 - dr spencer reid has an older sister who serves with the u.s military and one day decides to surprise her brother during a set-ip case that another team was taking. obviously creating confusion for the fbi agent but was still glad his sister was alive and home.
𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦 - finally after rewriting some of my sadder criminal minds one-shots, i’ve moved on to the ones that are happier. as mentioned when this was first written, these are fave them of one-shots to read and write so, a spencer version was inevitable. and yes, the gif is spencer and penelope reuniting after spencer was released from prison but, it was the best one i could find lol.
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he sighed in anxious disappointment, reid chucking his phone back onto his desk. nothing, absolutely nothing once again. he should have known that though since he is the king of statistics and he should have known that checking his phone for any messages, emails or basically anything every 1.32 minutes of the last check would highly unlikely not show a new message or email. ignoring that statistic though, that didn’t stop the supervisory special agent from constantly checking anyway. all he needed was something, just one small word or one little piece of something that told him that she was even just active or online would highly likely reduce all of spencer’s anxiety that he’s had over the last week since that’s how long it had been since the last form of communication had happened. except, ever since he had seen the news on what was going on in the specific middle eastern country she had been stationed the last four going on five years in the next month. all spencer needed was one little something that gave him the comfort and reassurance that his older sister, a senior medic with the army, was safe.
“yo, kid, you okay?” morgan questioned, coming up from behind him with his hand on his back, handing the younger agent his morning coffee
“hmm?” reid responded, his head shooting up from his phone, which he would barely be seen even using, his phone slid back into his pocket and accepted the mug of coffee, “oh, yeah, i’m fine,” he nodded quickly but morgan knew better than to believe that
“c'mon reid, what’s up kid? you know you can tell me, something is eating you up, so spill, what is it?” it was like a sixth sense, morgan always seemed to know when reid was lying, sure reid was a genius but he was the worst liar in the world, “you haven’t stopped checking your phone all day and that’s something you never do, what’s wrong?” at this point, morgan was genuine in his concern for his best friend
“nothing, morgan, it’s absolutely nothing, i. am. fine!” reid persisted with the idea that he was fine and that nothing was wrong, “thank you for the coffee, though,” he quickly thanked morgan for the coffee and morgan nodded his head as left for his own desk, spencer went back to check his phone again
“what’s wrong with reid?” prentiss questioned, a coffee in her own hand with rossi strolling along behind her
“no clue,” morgan shook his head and shrugged, taking his own sip of his coffee, “the kid’s not saying a word,"
"the kid’s fine, no doubt,” rossi assured his colleagues, “honestly, he’s most likely just waiting for his online chess buddies to make their move or he’s researching something he already knows,"
"what’s this little mothers meeting about?” garcia, the team’s tech analyst joined in
“something’s up with reid, but he ain’t letting up,” morgan groaned, his coffee turning cold with each second
“duh, tell me something i didn’t know!” grinning, garcia followed their gazes
just as morgan was about to have his chance to comment, letting penelope know how strange she was acting, jj their communications liaison joined their little group and resting her hands were a pile of new case files, “garcia, someone’s downstairs waiting for you at the front desk. they need you to sign them in before they can get their visitors badge,"
the two ladies shared knowing looks but after a small nudge, garcia finally left with some excitement in her step, "i’ll be right down now!” reid looked like he was on the verge of a mental breakdown and garcia looked like she was about to win the lottery
“excuse me? who is paying my baby girl a visit, and without my permission?” morgan masked his confusion with the playful friendship he had with his “baby girl"
with an affectionate stroke to his face, garcia smiled, "sorry hot pocket, even baby girl has her secrets that are no one else’s to know…ta ra,” waving, garcia briskly walked to the elevator, her funky heels clicking loudly behind her
“alright, now you can’t tell me that isn’t strange,” pointing in the direction of where garcia just left, morgan was speechless, penelope has worked here…eleven years and, not once have i seen her sign in a visitor, do you know what’s going on jayje? first reid, and now garcia?“
shrugging, jj smiled as she announced to the team that they had a new case and had to meet in the conference room in ten. handing each member a case file, she couldn’t help but look over spencer’s shoulder and to the video he was paying very close attention to on his phone.
"everything alright?” jj questioned as she leaned closer, watching the newsreel play over, “the bomb ambush in iraq? she observed, knowing exactly why he was watching it
"up to thirty soldiers killed, and they think over a hundred are missing,” his voice was shaky and his breath was too, “no other information has been released so, no names have been given so far,” suddenly, spencer felt his eyes well up with tears as he tried to keep himself calm and levelheaded
“c'mon spence, we have a new case. could be the escape that your mind needs,"
in a bid to stop himself from losing himself, he agreed and stood up from his chair. pushing the arms down, he pushed himself up and then pushed his chair neatly back into his desk, following jj into the conference room where everyone else was. not without forgetting to check his phone where he was once again met with absolutely nothing.
fifteen minutes later, the entire team, with the exclusion of hotch and garcia, sat comfortably in their chosen seats in the conference room. waiting for hotch to filter in so jj could start her presentation of the brand new case. when the unit chief strolled in with purpose a minute later, he looked up from his paperwork to see reid sitting in a chair, his back to the door.
"what are you doing here still? i would’ve thought you’d have gone home by now,” he questioned, returning the series of looks of bewilderment that greeted him
then the unit chief leaned in as jj whispered something in his ear, a small smile on his face, “never mind then, my apologies reid,” he added quickly as he then took his own seat across from reid but between where jj was standing and where rossi was sat
“right, now what on god’s green earth is going on here?” morgan demanded suddenly, “with reid, the complete technophobe, checking his phone every millisecond, garcia having some unknown visitor and now, whatever that whole thing was. i am smelling something fishy going on,"
"maybe, i could give the answer?” whilst the voice was gentle and obviously belonging to a female coming from the door, it made everyone’s hearts stop for a moment
reid’s heart stopped the hardest. hearing that voice nearly made him slide off of his seat as he looked up from his lap, where he had disassociated. by the speed of light or maybe faster, the genius turned around in his wheely chair, nearly bumping into prentiss and morgan who sat the closest to him as he turned around. saffron. standing by the door of the conference room, dressed in her formal dress, her long dusty blonde hair tied back into a two-braided bun stood senior medic saffron reid. garcia stood behind the army medic with her phone out, recording the reaction of reid and the rest of the teams. of course, at first, the kid thought he was possibly hallucinating as he stood stunned and almost not wanting to believe that his eyes weren’t deceiving him.
then, before he knew it, his body moving before his mind, he lept out of his seat and scrambled over to his older sister, legs like jelly. a small squeak left his mouth as the siblings finally collided with each other. immediately, saffron reid’s arms wrapped around her little brother as she pulled him closer to her. in the background, garcia’s small squeal of excitement could be heard as she and the rest of the team watched the siblings reunite.
for a while, spencer didn’t want to and refused frankly, to pull out of his sister’s hug and neither did she. however, saffron couldn’t deny the fact that whilst she did majorly miss her baby brother, she also missed the rest of his team and had been hanging for their warm, cosy hugs as well as a hug from her brother. as tears slipped down spencer’s face and saffron assisting in wiping them away, he couldn’t help but get so emotional. it had been four years since he had last seen his sister so his emotions were all over the place. happiness, shock, relief, joy, and every single emotion a human could feel were butterflies that soared throughout spencer’s stomach as he took in every inch of his older sister, profiling her so he could reassure himself that his sister was okay. because he was aware of what harm the heartbreak of war a soldier can bring home. satisfied with the profile of his sister, he rested his forehead against saffron’s, his palms resting against her cheeks that comforted both reids. it reassured them both that they were both real and were both safe.
“the..the news, you..i..” spencer could barely get his words out of what he saw on the news, his voice shaking in fear, “…i thought i wasn’t going to see you again…” the tearful boy whispered as he attempted to compose himself only to fail to do so
“…what are you doing here, saf?” he whispered softly, still not believing that saffron had actually returned home safely
“honourable discharge, spence. they let me go because they understood i was wanting to pursue a different job within the government. and i heard the news of what happened whilst on the plane. i had merely touched down when the statistics had been released to all news outlets, i didn’t even think to go to the sanitarium to visit mom in vegas since i knew i just had to see you and the team before anyone else,” saffron smiled softly at her brother, nearly breaking down into tears again as he smiled and hugged his sister again
“a different government job?” spencer questioned, utterly confused as to what other job in the government his sister would be able to do because although he was a genius, he couldn’t figure it out
but, two people in his team did, jj and hotch. they had known the entire time, not just about the surprise reunion but also the reason why saffron reid had left the army as a senior medic for another job in the government.
then, after spencer stopped thinking about the government jobs that his sister could potentially start working in after her job as a servicewoman, he smiled and just hugged her again, tighter than before. that was until the reids heard a small clearing of someone’s throat when they both realised that one derek morgan and the rest of spencer’s team were also wanting their reunions with the reid sister. giggling, the girl pulled out of her brother’s embrace and rushed over to derek who excitedly picked her up and twirled her around as they giggled. saffron reid and derek morgan were best friends the instant that spencer had first introduced her to his team just after he had joined and just before the girl had decided to join the armed forces as a medic. so, for derek to see saffron return back home safely to surprise her brother and clearly the rest of his team, made chocolate thunder the happiest he had ever been the entire day.
jj was the next person to bring the girl in for another tight hug. similar to derek, she and jj were instant friends, basically identical to the one she has with spencer. the second saffron knew she had been given her honourable discharge, the first person she told was jj who then told hotch that the medic’s training to be a potential profiler and fbi agent with the bau was all set to go ahead. but, all they had to do was keep it as a secret for as long as they possibly could, jj and hotch. however, it didn’t take long before a specific technical analyst figured out what was going on…
then, the next two hugs for the reid were from garcia and hotch, the other two people who had a hand in bringing saffron home. after garcia had found out about saffron’s surprise after accidentally looking over the shoulders of sir hotch (her nickname for the unit chief) and jj and what they were talking about, she kind of took it upon herself to figure out why they were so excited about talking about bringing in a new profiler. only to find out that the only reason why saffron hadn’t come earlier than everyone thought she had was because there was a block of time that had been blocked off for hotch to help train the new profiler who was saffron reid. that was when garcia just had to question both hotch and jj, asking if it was really true that boy wonder’s older sister would be joining the team as a fbi profiler with the bau and, of course, hotch nor jj could lie to garcia especially since she had gone through all of this effort, they confirmed it but made sure that garcia kept her mouth shut and couldn’t tell the rest of the team but, most especially keeping it away from spencer.
saffron’s two final hugs were from rossi and prentiss. rossi walked over first and gave the girl a tight squeeze, whilst he hadn’t been clued in on the surprise or the reason why saffron had her honourable discharge, he did notice the fbi qualification that was ever so slightly poking out of her military formals and recognised the easily recognizable yellow and black that had “ssa” and then her name saffron reid on it. that was how he figured it out that saffron was leaving the military because she was joining the fbi’s bau team as a supervisory special agent and that was why hotch and jj had been so shady and secretive the last few months. that was the secret they had been keeping.
rossi then whispered into the newly appointed ssa, “congratulations, welcome to the team supervisory special agent saffron reid,” a smirk could be heard in rossi’s voice as saffron smiled back, “thank you, rossi,” she thanked back before they pulled back just in time before prentiss could squash all three of them at once - which could have caused a right catastrophe if it had of happened
thankfully it didn’t happen though as prentiss happily hugged her best friend, the two of them swaying side to side as they giggled together. whilst saffron was close and best friends with the entire bau team, she was the absolute closest to emily prentiss. they just clicked in an instant when they accidentally bumped into each other moments before spencer was going to introduce her to the rest of the team, well reintroduce since people had left and new agents had joined and, emily was one of the newbies. it stumped emily because it felt like she had hit her head and that spencer was all of a sudden a girl. finding it funny, having clearly heard that many times, saffron explained to the raven-haired girl that her name was saffron and was spencer’s older sister. that quickly cleared up the confusion for emily and it made her laugh but profusely apologise for any wrongdoing or offence she may have caused, saffron shook her head and told her it wasn’t any problem. also explaining that spencer was actually about to introduce her to the rest of his team so when he did actually introduce his sister to the newbies, he could tell that emily and saffron had already met beforehand since they were already sitting next to each other and giggling over nothing basically. so, it was a huge relief for emily to see her best friend home safe but, similar to rossi, with a quick glance down to the blonde’s pocket of her pants, she saw the slight poke out of a fbi id card. however, she kept it quiet since it was clearly not her nor rossi’s news to spill since she also noticed that rossi had noticed, seriously, it’s kind of hard to let things slip past a profiler. so, instead, emily announced loudly for saffron’s welcome home.
“…welcome home senior medic saffron reid! who for the last four, nearly five years, has been serving in iraq!” emily cheers, pulling out of the hug as saffron giggles as the conference room suddenly blows up in loud cheers and wallops
“thank you, emily and thank you guys, it is really great to be back home and safely,” saffron couldn’t hide her smile of appreciation because she did, unfortunately, know some of the soldiers who couldn’t come home, having to return to the states in caskets
that was when morgan, who was blissfully unaware of her fbi bau identification in her pocket spoke up, “so, now that you’ve left the military, where will you be getting work next, saffron?” he questioned as saffron couldn’t help the sly smile which caused those who weren’t aware to become suspicious
hotch then spoke up before saffron could, “the reason for saffron’s honourable discharge was because, for the last two years, saffron wasn’t in iraq as a medic with the military. she was there with myself and a group of fbi agents training her so she could become a fbi agent…” he trailed off as everyone was bewildered, especially spencer, also blissfully unaware of his sister’s fbi id in her pocket
“…wait, really? with what branch?” spencer spoke up, moving from his spot leaning against the table as his eyes sparkled with excitement - saffron smiled as she then pulled out the id that was in her pocket
the id that showed that she was a part of the behavioural analysis team as a supervisory special agent. the photo of her as the headshot she had on her military identification from this last year. with a little yellow box that showed she was ssa saffron reid in the bottom right corner.
“i’m a profiler with the behavioural analysis unit, spence. apparently, according to your unit chief, he’s been in need of a few more profilers so, i decided to ask if i could leave the military and switch over to the fbi and they allowed it as easily as it was to recite the alphabet. so, you’re not the only reid in the fbi anymore, spencaroo, be careful,” saffron cheekily winked and tongue clicked as spencer jokingly rolled his eyes and shook his head
then, the fact the team had a case they had to go on shadowed over the group, emily mentioning it, “whilst this is amazing news, wasn’t the reason why we were all brought into the conference room was due to a case we were called in for?” she questioned as everyone shook their heads in agreement as hotch and jj chuckled
“no, i mean, there is a case but, because of this surprise and the fact we need to you know, parade our new agent around the building for a bit, jj forwarded the case to another team with specific requests to only ask us for help if they really needed it so, there is no new case and we can get our new agent moving into her new desk space and making sure she’s reacquainted with the building,” hotch smiled, which everyone knew was very few and far between so, this was how they knew he wasn’t lying and the team were all beyond excited
spencer was so excited that he picked his sister up and twirled her around which caused some laughter, “mom is for sure going to hate the fact that i’ve moved from one violent job to an even more violent job. don’t think she ever imagined her two children being fbi agents!” saffron chuckled as spencer nodded his head in agreement
“that is true but, at least you have a little more flexibility with the dress code,” spencer chuckled as saffron nodded her head as she chuckled
“you got that right for sure, sure, i loved being a medic with the military but, my god, i couldn’t even make that uniform look attractive and i can usually make anything look attractive,” saffron joked which made everyone laugh even more as spencer shook his head
“what you talking about mamma? you look hot in everything!” derek felt the need to announce as everyone cooed as saffron giggled
“thank you, derek. that’s very nice of you but, trust me, that bloody medic uniform i had to wear was abhorrent. and, i’m usually not one to be judgemental or mean but, whoever made that uniform needs a hug because they were clearly hurt by someone who was in the services and decided to hit back at them by making the ugliest medic uniform to ever exist in the world of medic uniforms!” saffron chuckled as this was how the rest of the day turned into
just, the bau laughing and relaxing together as for once, in a blue moon it felt, they didn’t have a case to focus on since a different team had been called in, with clear instructions to only bring in them if they absolutely had to and they were bringing in a new agent who they already knew inside and out and who was already like a family member to them. granted, two of them were since the reid siblings were both a part of the bau and they were brother and sister.
however, in saying everything else about how the other fbi team was only allowed to ring in the bau if it was desperate, it didn’t last long before they were called in because the other team was in desperate need of some profilers since they couldn’t find the connection. so, in a quick change of clothes, saffron changed out of the military uniform and into a tight but long-sleeve maroon v-neck and into some dress pants and heeled boots with her gun attached to its holster, some handcuffs in the back of her belt and her new fbi identification clipped to her pants and off the behavioural analysis team went an hour south of quantico, virigina for saffron’s first ever case as a profiler with the bau.
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this was so much fun to rewrite and yes, towards the end i did expand saffron reid becoming a fbi agent and i do hope to make it into another one-shot later if i do ever go back to writing proper and original material for spencer and criminal minds again but, right now, i’m only currently writing for westlife lol.
ok bye ily xx
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