#Relationship between Peter and Punch
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Peter Pan in Tsubasa of Phantasia didn't want to grow up because he didn't want to lose relationships(Memories of the past) with friends or he didn't want to change to become something else(This fear is the same as Punch and Gilgamesh afraid of death. And that's why Peter Pan would never let go of Tinkerbell, the only family he has now.) but after he met Wendy and Zelda.
Peter: You've changed.
Wendy: Not really. Not ever ...
Peter Pan is immortality but he knows he will lose them someday, if he makes a connection with them. Peter decides to go out into the Outside world with Tinkerbell. And the first friend that Peter will never forget, a precious memory that brings him back to the duties of King Arthur, is "Syaoran". And that time after that from season 1 to season 5, Peter chose himself to not shut down or protect himself to exist. Because of that decision he finally finds the someone he looking for for so long is Punch and this time Peter won't let go of Punch and will continue to protect Punch.
When Tinkerbell see this Relationship between Peter and Punch Tinkerbell comes to support Peter as well because Peter's not different from her.
Once Tinker Bell finds parts of a music box on the beach and figures out how to put them back together. Iridessa, Fawn, Silvermist, and Rosetta witness her doing this, then tell her that she was tinkering and that she should be proud of her talent. They tell her that if this is what she is good at, then the Mainland should not matter. Regardless of what they say, Tinker Bell is still set on going to the Mainland. She asks Rosetta if she will still try to teach her to be a garden fairy, but Rosetta says she thinks that tinkering is Tinker Bell's talent.
Tinker Bell decides to leave Pixie Hollow because of the destruction she caused, but after talking with the dust-talent fairy Terence about how important his job is, she realizes the importance of being a tinker. Tinker Bell redeems herself by inventing machines that quicken the process of decorating flowers, ladybugs, etc. This allows the other fairies to get back on schedule, thus saving the arrival of spring. Tinkerbell and Vidia quarrel causing Vidia to admit in front of the other fairies that she told Tinkerbell to capture the thistles. This leads Vidia to being punished by Queen Clarion. Queen Clarion also allows Tinker Bell to join the nature-talent fairies when they bring spring to the Mainland. More specifically, Tinker Bell is given the task of delivering the music box to its original owner (shown to be Wendy Darling). The narrator ends by saying that when lost toys are found or a broken clock starts to work, "it all means that one very special fairy might be near."
We're already "special" since we were born and don't hate the life you born into this world.
Tinkerbell: Yes. Because I’m a tinker. It’s who I am. And tinkers fix things. But I can't do it alone.
Tinkerbell and Punch together heal Peter Pan's wound from his cruel fate in the past like Syaoran and the burden of King Arthur. From now on Peter accepts to grow up but does not change his personality and that makes him become a hero once again.
#hint#Relationship between Peter and Punch#tsubasa of phantasia#tsofph season 11#Tsofph peter pan#tinkerbell#punch whalen#Yes. Because I’m a tinker. It’s who I am. And tinkers fix things. But I can't do it alone.#Tsofph Season 10(Chapter2 Fake World)#The legend of king Arthur#Peter or Link the Hero of Time's life was not different from Syaoran#Syaoran and Peter (Since they are also the protagonists) can't let go of their past so Punch and Sonic save them.
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PLATONIC HEADCANNONS: being miles morales best friend but your also a bit insane (Part 2!)
i'm gonna try to remember to start specifying when something is intended to be platonic or romantic.
🕷- I was literally unable to cram everything I wanted to say in the first one.
🕷- Miles is really only comfortable showing you his drawings.
🕷- He's an incredibly awkward guy, but the words come so easily when he hangs out with you. he doesn't choke up like he does with other people at school.
🕷- When he gets his powers his first instinct is to call you. He’s literally halfway through punching your number into the keypad until he stops and decides against it. He knows your number off by heart now.
🕷- You appear and disappear like a ghost its so random.
🕷- Honest to god, he lowkey thought you were homeless until you invited him over to watch Barbie Mermaidia.
🕷- “Bibble is so me.”
🕷- He’s the only person you let over at your place. its small and in the basement of an old apartment complex. the landlord couldn’t get anyone to pay to live there. you live alone.
🕷- You struck a deal, and they let you crash there as long as rent was on time and you fixed their washing machine for free.
🕷- Miles asked how you got to live there for so cheap. You tell him it’s because someone died on the couch he was sitting on.
🕷- He sits on the floor.
🕷- Miles is so eager to share his new powers with someone.
🕷- No seriously, between all the stress and lying and anxiety its nice to let himself get excited about it. To let himself have fun and see what he can do.
🕷- You guys TOTALLY video tape him trying out his new powers for the first time.
🕷- I can imagine you finding an abandoned alleyway on some random ass street after school and filming Miles Trying to do a backflip LMAO.
🕷- You gotta fish him out of a trashcan after he tries to spider climb up the wall.
🕷- You know that thing where a group of friends duck tapes one of their friends to a wall for fun? You get miles to do that to you.
🕷- You guys can’t stop laughing, The best memories of your lives are in those videos.
🕷- He’ll take you up to the top of buildings to show you the graffiti art he painted!! he’ll let you sign it off with a dick and balls or a heart if you want. You guys do homework up there together as well.
🕷- ’M & (Y/I) were here’ has been painted on every available surface of New York.
🕷- You both have the bright idea to hop on his back and go web slinging around the neighbourhood. He can carry you easily.
🕷- Miles decides If you don’t tell him to slow down, then he’s not going fast enough.
🕷- You NEVER tell him to slow down.
🕷- “Faster!!!“
🕷- Now that he’s got super strength he can put you in an inescapable headlock, he doesn’t do it too tight but he holds you there until you tap out.
🕷- He takes you to the coolest spots with the best views.
🕷- You regularly cover for him.
🕷- “We were at Jamba Juice the whole time officer I swear.”
🕷- Miles side eyes you knowing damn well he was no where NEAR a Jamba Juice.
🕷- ’Thanks’ he’d mouth.
🕷- You and Petter B will get along like a house on fire.
🕷- While Miles is extremely unimpressed by him, you don’t seem to care about any pre-existing expectations one might have when you think of the guy behind the mask of Spider-Man, your cracking jokes and feeding your pet rat a couple of French fries while the three of you sit in the diner, planning your next moves carefully.
🕷- Peter B can tell you’re a good kid. He’s at an age where a lot of your batshit tendencies don’t really faze him as long as your not hurting yourself.
🕷- Speaking of which.
🕷- When him and Miles get the chance to talk alone he warns him that he needs to be careful.
🕷- He tells him that normal relationships aren’t possible anymore. And stresses to him what a life like this can mean for your loved ones. especially since you found out his secret. This line of work isn’t just dangerous for Miles, but for you as well.
🕷- Miles is a little shaken after the conversation, no matter how gently Peter tries to put it. But what he’s implying is clear. He tries to shake it off and enjoy the time you both spend together. He won’t admit to himself that Peter is right just yet.
🕷- It’s just so easy to tell you everything and rely on you.
🕷- There will be a moment sometime in the future when reality sets in, but for now Miles makes the same mistake every Spider-Man does.
🕷- He has a best friend. :(
🕷- On the other hand, Peter comes to the staggering realisation that your actually extremely prone to accidents and danger all on your own. And he appropriately does a complete 180 from ‘casually distant bum-uncle' to ‘I am your dad now’.
🕷- It’s Nothing personal, kid. now stop trying to get in the middle of fights with dangerous criminals and let the adult— or at least the guys with super strength, stamina, speed and resilience— handle it.
🕷- He demands you stay out of the crossfire, but, to no one’s surprise you don’t listen.
🕷- You’re willing to throw yourself in front of Miles to shield him from anything, much to your best friends terror.
🕷- You hold your own surprisingly well against opponents that would be considered reasonable threats otherwise. You’re resourceful, grabbing anything and everything you can get your hands on. you get a terrifying look in your eye.
🕷- No matter how impressed Peter is, He will slingshot you around with his web-shooters to propel you out of the way of oncoming attacks. He will do this for both of you, but feels the need to do it less for Miles. He knows he can take what’s on the other end of the punch. But No matter how untouchable you make yourself out to be, you can’t.
🕷- “Do I want kids?”
🕷- He takes you on as his responsibility just as much as he does Miles.
🕷- Spider-Gwen also looks out for you in battle.
🕷- She’s more laid back, and even a little suave about it too.
🕷- She secretly wishes she had someone like you in her universe. What she wouldn’t give to decompress with you after a long day of patrolling New York.
🕷- She’s actually the most normal about you having a pet rat. You know, the one you grabbed out of a garbage can in a subway station. Yeah, That rat.
🕷- Miles watches you both get along like a house on fire and just quietly falls behind you both since he’s not sure what to do or say.
🕷- He’s so awkward, poor guy.
🕷- Your tendency to go off for days at a time ignites everyone’s curiosity. it’s a concerning habit, and Gwen even endeavours to follow you to see where you disappear to so often.
🕷- She’s unsuccessful.
🕷- It's never said out loud, but when she’s facing the one-way ticket home she finds herself wanting to stay just a bit longer. Not just for Miles, but for you to… She wonders what you’ll get up to while she’s gone.
🕷- …
🕷- Peter Porker vibes with you so hard.
🕷- no wait don’t scroll away wait
🕷- he WILL gift you the freakishly large cartoon mallet. Sorry, but miles didn’t appreciate it for what it was.
🕷- He would be cracking jokes and doing bits with you through out the whole goddamn movie.
🕷- Miles can usually let you do your own thing without sparing a second glance, but the looney tunes laws of physics that Porker exhibits WILL rub off on you at least a little.
🕷- It’s contagious. And when you start flattening eachother into to perfect discs it freaks everyone out a little.
🕷- He’s got enough to worry about in the plot,,, Damn,,
🕷- Spider Noir teaches you how to throw a good punch
🕷- in exchange you let him mess with your phone as much as he wants
🕷- "how the hell do you work this thing?"
🕷- He likes you, he thinks you got a lot of guts.
🕷- You were actually the one to design Miles’ suit. He took inspiration from one of your drawings in your school notebook.
🕷- You've always believed in him, and that made him believe in himself too.
#spider man#across the spiderverse#spiderverse x reader#miles morales#miles morales x reader#into the spiderverse#you guys are cutie patooties#spider noir#spiderman into the spiderverse#peter porker#gwen stacy#spider gwen
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can i req spiderwoman!reader whos kinda enemies/rivals with noir and they’ve been competing whos better at fighting villains and one day reader gets hurt too much and he takes care of her
spider-noir x reader
fem!reader
genre/warnings: fluff, kinda rivals to lovers (i don't know how to distinguish tropes damn) angst if you squint, reader gets hurt, self-depreciating joke, mentions of blood, i think that's it, unrevised writing
note: thank you for this request, he's the only man ever !! loved the idea, really. tried to not get carried away in the end (i became flustered while writing) recommended song: te amo - rihanna
being a vigilant is stressful enough, but you manage to make it fun by proving you're better at punching some asses than noir is.
everyone in the group found your relationship with noir the most entertaining thing to see. a spiderman and a spiderwoman competing to see who was better at catching villians wasn't the most common scenario someone imagine happening, and yet you two brought that to the teens lifes.
when you both met, noir wasn't the most talkative man on the presence (especially if peter b was present) but you managed to get him talk to you with your undying charm. that said charm was: your villain count. your count was higher than everyone else in the group, and that made you proud of yourself as a hero and as a woman.
"that is very close to mine" was his answer. your competitive side already starting to show with so little being said. "oh, how close?" you asked with a nudge on his arm. "two more than you." he looked down at you with his mask covering his face, but you could feel the shit eating grin he had.
alright. that was the moment you swore on your life you were going to beat this man's ass at that count. one more motive for you to do your heroic job, and it was a competition.
as you started to show your new count on beating villains, noir always came with a higher one. and that made you frustrated. on the other hand, he seemed to very much enjoy the game between you two as he was always winning, but he didn't cared as much as you did, he just found endearing making you feel competitive, felt like a instigator, and he liked it.
the day both numbers tied, you almost popped a champagne, thinking how funny it would be if you aimed and hit the bottle cap at peter's smug face (affectionately, but he doesn't have to know).
"alright, it's actually not funny when we have the same number" your cheering was slowly stopping when you realized "but i have an idea" noir raised an eyebrow underneath his mask "what is it?"
"we fight the same villain to see who wins" you suggested, shrugging your shoulders "if you win i'll kill m-"
"alright, let's not get that deep" noir cuts you mid sentence, at your not so healthy comment about the competition. you chuckle at his reaction "i'm kidding, I'll obviously win" a wink followed.
when the opportunity showed up for you two to fight together, you took as your win already. not one thing could go wrong... except it could.
as you swing between the wreckage, you took all your effort to not even let noir get close to the vulture. you wanted to handle this on your own and show that you're capable of more than him.
"i thought we agreeded to work together" noir was able to get closer to you enough for you to hear him. his voice broke all your concentration mid fight with the big ass bird, who hit you with full force by the position you were. you flew half of the place, falling so fast on top of some metal shelf that you weren't even able to stick your web somewhere to help your landing.
you feel the blood pooling on your mouth, 'that can wait' you thought to yourself, getting up almost instantly if it wasn't for the stinging pain on your ribcage.
"are you okay?" you swore you heard pure desperation in noir's voice, as he came to hold your arms and check you out for any visible wounds. "yeah, sure" you reply hurriedly, not letting him know you were feeling the most pain you experienced in your life. "I'll just.. beat him very quick I'll be right back" you pat his arm, so fast that when he registers you're already full of rage on the vulture, knocking him out and capturing him underneath a good amount of web.
"oh fuck" you hiss, pressing above the internal wound on your rib. your mask was stained with blood, your blood. noir was so fast to get to you when he noticed. "does it hurt when you breathe?" he asks, hands holding your face, making you concentrate only on him. you shake your head 'no', too weak to speak. "good, but i am taking care of you right now" he holds you bridal style.
"no way, we have to stay here until someone come take him" you try to argue with him, unsuccessfully because he was already taking you out the scene "that can wait" your eyebrows furrow, confused with him so worried. "it's not that bad..."
"it is for me" he finally stopped at what looked like the window of your apartment, you were too light headed to register. he managed to get you inside and you were laying on your bed. "can you sit?" was the first thing he asked, your vision was a little bit blurred but you tried to sit straight with his help.
"apparently yes but not really" you chuckle lightly, rubbing a hand down your face. "here, take these" he offered you some painkillers with a glass of water and you took it like a starving man. "may i..." he asks permission first to take off your mask, and you nod softly.
he lifts up your mask, extra careful with the scratches over your face, and takes it full so it don't get in his way to clean your cuts.
you suddenly feel shy at his touch, you found it cute he was taking care of you even after you were so reckless because of a little competition. he was quiet and so was you, too embarrassed to say something.
his fingers gently pressing the medicine wet cotton pad above all the cuts, you too flustered to make eye contact until you hear a low chuckle "i was so worried" he said almost like to himself, head lowered as he briefly stopped his movements, only to return when he was back looking at you.
"don't do that again, please" he pleaded, making your face go bright red, which was pretty visible with the bedside light on. "i won't" you breathed out. "may i...?" you hook a finger at the end of his mask, asking permission to take it off, which he replied with a low voice cracked "yes".
you took off the material, his face red just like yours, as he picked his glasses to put above his nose. "you're pretty" you manage to say, surprising even yourself, must be some side effects of the painkillers you took.. is what you think, but you couldn't deny his beauty either way.
"you're prettier" you don't feel the warmth of the cotton no more, you feel the warmth of his thumb caressing the skin of your cheek. "is cuddling included in taking care of me?" you tease while smiling from the contact, and inciting a chuckle from him. "you want it to be?" he boldly teased back, making you hide your face under your hand.
"now that you clearly flirted back with me i may want it, yes" you reply with a light shrugg of your shoulders as if it was nothing, but your face showed the opposite.
he supports his weight on his arms, hands on the bed at each side of you, his face leveling with yours, few inches close "on it, doll".
#spider noir x reader#spider noir x you#across the spiderverse x reader#atsv x reader#into the spider verse#itsv x reader#fem!reader#spider noir#peter benjamin parker#spider man across the spider verse
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reader taking a creative writing class and she normally lets frat!peter review / read it in general except for when she writes something that is lowkey (highkey) about them or her feelings about him and their situation and then one day he sees a graded assignment on her desk and he’s like “which one is this? you didn’t let me read this one.”
ooooo, i really, really like this!!! ya'll are so creative and bring these stories to life i'm not kidding.
while you're rummaging for a pair of sweatpants peter stashed, peter looked around the room he's spent hundreds of hours in. eyes scanning the pictures on the wall, then looking at your desk.
"petey?" your voice muffled from the closet.
"yes, baby?" behind his shoulder. flipping through a marked book, reading over your little notes.
"there's a new breakfast place by the sub station," he hums, setting the book down and tapped on the small heart surrounding the current date on your calender, your sleepover planned out.
"i heard, i think some of the guys are going next tuesday."
a drawer shuts loudly, his head tilts at a graded paper on your desk, a creative writing paper. picking it up he calls back to you, "wanna go tomorrow?"
you aced it, it was from last week. you always let him read your work, and if you didn't, you'd tell him you'd gotten a perfect score. "yeah, sure!" a drawer slams, "found 'em!"
peter looks over the story, eyes skimming around certain parts.
"hey, what's this?"
you let out a breath when you emerge from your closet, "what's wha-" catching sight of what's in his hands, the sweatpants drop to the ground, your blood runs cold.
nearly pushing him to the floor you rip the paper from his hands and shove it behind your back, "nothing!"
"why so secretive? you always let me read them."
you shake your head quickly, your throat feels thick. "it's... not good."
peter's eyebrows furrow, "you aced it."
licking your lips, "you wouldn't like it. it's not your type of reading."
"that's just not true, trouble. i love anything you write."
he sees the panic on your face, desperate for a way out of the situation, it clicks, there's only one reason you wouldn't want him to know about it.
"holy shit, it's about me."
a deer in headlights look, "no! it's not-"
"it's totally about me, otherwise you wouldn't look like you're torn between shitting yourself or puking."
"i'm not-"
"is it bad? is that why you're hiding it, you think i'll get mad?"
you shake your head softy, "no, no... i think it would make you sad."
his shoulders sink, the room feels quieter. "oh. can i know what it's about?"
shrugging, your eyes can't look into his. "how you make me feel sometimes."
peter feels like he's been gut punched, "and it would make me sad?"
"maybe, probably, i don't know. can we watch the sopranos?"
"trouble, if it's about me i'd like to read it." he sounds a little stern, it puts you off.
"no, because i don't need you to try and give me another lesson about the casualness of our relationship. i'm allowed to feel sad without beratement, sometimes."
peter takes a step back, "what do you mean by beratement?"
shaking your head, "nothing, sopranos?"
"no, it's something and i want you to tell me."
taking a deep breath, and choosing silence, he nods after a minute.
"well then, boundary established. sopranos and cuddle?"
you nod giddy and tuck the paper away in a drawer, while you curl up next to him and focus on the screen his eyes float to the desk and wonder if he'd get a chance to read it, and if he could do it without saying anything.
#peter parker blurb#peter parker x reader#tasm!peter x reader#tasm! peter parker x reader#peter parker angst#my writing#frat!peter
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Spiderverse men and pet names Headcanons
Rating: 18+, Angst, Fluff, Hurt + Comfort
Tag list; @mcondance I know u like Hobie and Miguel so :3
Peter B. Parker
Honey
-Peter calls you something familiar to him as a New Yorker. He’s heard it all his life, it’s always a word for literal honey or your partner.
-He calls you honey in front of strangers, family, and friends. When he enters the privacy of your home, cuddling on the couch, sharing a shower, playfully fighting over the last slice of pizza.
-It’s also during praise, when you get that promotion at work. When you beat him at a game, when you’re just an excited puppy at a movie or show finally releasing. Just the gleam of life painting your Iris’s is enough to have him say honey.
-You two have had your fair share of squabbles over money, time, kids, etc. Even as the phrase shot from his mouth sandwiched by yelling and his lost temper. It’s a display he still loves you. He’ll still call you something soft and sweet when you’re screaming at him over his mistakes.
-Right before leaving to have your phone fixed like he promised beforehand. When he orders your favorite burger he writes “I’m sorry honey” in ketchup at the top of the cardboard box it came in. It doesn’t repair what was said, what he had done to provoke it. But you internalize he’s not willing to end your relationship over it. He’ll work on himself and you to keep it that way.
-Even at his worst, at your worst, and when the worlds at its worst. You’ll always be his honey. Only not when you will no longer have him.
Miguel O’Hara
Bebita
-Miguel’s a private man. He calls you bebita in form of a whisper when your mouths are breaths apart. When it’s you in his bed, in his arms, in complete domestic retreat from your usual lives.
-In your usual lives he’s as dismissively unemotional as always, there’s always a hint of his affection for you regardless. But his wall is up, and you know from experience no one can climb over unless he allows them.
-His tight ass professionalism outside of your home can crumble however. When he gets so desperate and touch starved. He’ll call you to his office under the lie of needing a copy of a report. Only for him to be on you as soon as the door closes behind you. Bebita leaving his mouth as your clothes leave your bodies.
-Not just during sex either, when he’s shaking under the covers of your bed. Waking him from his nightmare, he calls out bebita in the temporary mental fog of suddenly being awake. You huddle his head onto where your neck and shoulders connected. Big spooning him to calm his heart in his ribcage, still racing from what he saw and felt.
-When you know how to calm his worse instincts, he’d never harm you. But when he’s close to harming others in his anxiety driven rage. The softest slide of your hand on his chest stops him dead in his tracks.
-How Miguel can look at your image on a screen, briefly catches you going about your day around HQ. The word pleasantly swims in his head at the very sight of you. His whole body tenderly tugged into a bubble of warmth, Bebita.
Hobie Brown
Love
-The first instance was honest to god an accident. He runs on chaos after all, so did your relationship less so afterword however. He wasn’t in a rush to label what you two had. Truthfully he didn’t know what you two had, but he was never one to lean into certainty or a defined purpose.
-He’s punched armies of cops, Nazi’s, and fascists; preformed on stage in front of millions. All without a drop of anxiety entering his system. But somehow the possible dislike from you about him calling you love. Was so terrifying in the moment between both events. His heart sunk down into his gut, squeezing at his insides until your response.
-But you loved it, you loved him, it was love what you two had. He couldn’t be more elated. He’s had a noticeable pep in his step following. Quite eagerly calling you love in front of anyone and everyone you knew. Just to get the message across.
-Not out of insecurity, but it’s the excitement of a kid making there first best friend. He just absolutely had to make everyone aware. Even the cop/Nazi/fascist he was punching in the face he had to punctuate love as he called out to you punching your own cop/Nazi/fascist in the face.
-It was the hottest thing when you called him love draped in his sleeveless Jean jacket. It was littering the floor moments later as he compelled another noise complaint from his downstairs neighbors.
#peter b parker x reader#miguel o'hara x reader#miguel ohara x reader#hobie brown x reader#spiderverse#headcanons#18+#spiderverse headcanons#spiderverse hcs#hcs#spider punk#Spider-Man 2099#Spider-Man
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Hi, I saw that you request is open, so is it okay if I request a Natasha x fem!R in a secret relationship and Nat always leave a hickey in R's neck and the team kept on asking R where did it come from and R will answer "just a spider bite" and the team thought it came from Peter, but Peter denies it, until Nat calls R a pet name and they kissed in front of the team. Thank you!
── ༊*·˚⋆ 𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗶𝘁𝗲
paring: natasha romanoff x fem!reader
tag(s): fluff, the team being the team, i love clint and nat so much, also civil war never happened in this timeline (lol)
warning(s): grammatical errors, unedited
word count: 0.8k
note: OMG MY FIRST NAT FIC!. I had so much fun writing this, thank you for letting me write out your idea, nonnie. I kinda changed it a little bit, I hope that's okay. Sorry it's kinda short. I'm not a native english speaker, so please let me know about any sort of mistake. Hope you guys enjoy! <3
requests are open! + check my rules + masterlist <3
Your breath hitched as you felt her soft wet lips on your neck.
“Natty, stop. You are going to leave a hickey,” you tried to sound annoyed but clearly you were enjoying the situation.
“Yeah, that’s what I’m trying to do,” you heard her mumble against your skin.
“Nat, they are going to find out if you keep on marking me,” you chuckled.
“I don’t care, detka. Let them know who you belong to,” you could hear the grin on her face.
“You are the worst,” you rolled your eyes.
“Yeah, but you love me.”
“Yes. Yes, I do.”
[...]
“Again. This time punch harder, Y/n. Imagine you're fighting for your life,” Steve said, trying to help you out.
Your head fell back in annoyance, you had been throwing punches at the punching bag for the last hour. Your arms were sore, your feet hurt from standing and you felt like you could just die any second now.
“Hey, what’s that on your neck?” you heard Bucky said next to Steve.
Your hand immediately went up to cover the hickey. You had tried your best to put some makeup on it, but clearly you hadn’t done a good job.
“What is it?” you tried to play dumb, which was no use. The boys standing in front of you knew better than that, they could see right through you.
“Looks like a bruise,” Steve raised his brow at you.
“Spider bite,” you mumbled.
“What was that?” Steve asked, not having heard anything you had just said. But Bucky had heard perfectly.
“Oh, nothing. It’s probably a mosquito bite,” you shrugged it off.
Steve and Bucky looked at each other. Sure, Steve may seem innocent and cute but he knew better, and that was no mosquito bite. Bucky could tell that it was a hickey even from a mile away. Still, they played along.
“Yeah, sure,” Steve shrugged it off.
“Come on, again,” Bucky said, nodding to the punching bag. Smile creeping on his face as knew he would use this new information later on.
[...]
“So, you two have been spending a lot of time together recently…” Tony said, entering the kitchen. There was something about his tone that sent a shiver up your spine. He was up to something.
Tony walked in while you and Peter were having an afternoon snack, you were helping him out with his homework. Well, you weren’t actually helping him, you were telling him everything about your relationship with Natasha while he was trying to do his homework. He was the only one who knew that the two of you were dating and was the only person who didn’t mind hearing you rambling nonstop about your badass girlfriend.
“Yeah, we have been training together, what about it?”
“Nothing at all, Barnes said something and I was just curious,” he said nonchalantly.
“What did he say?” Peter chimed in, finally looking away from his books.
He chuckled, clearly enjoying the situation, “Well, he said that the thing on your neck isn’t a mosquito bite, more like a spider bite,” he winked at the two of you.
You and Peter shared a look and a second later the two of you were laughing.
“You think he gave me the ‘spider bite’,” you said in between laughs.
“Y/n, they think we are dating,” Peter put a hand over his belly trying to hold back his laughter.
“Wait, you didn’t give her that hickey?” Tony asked seriously.
“No, Mr. Stak, what makes you think that?” the boy next to you said once he was done laughing.
“I just thought… Barnes said… But Steve thought,” Tony couldn’t say a word, confusion was written all over his face.
Just when he was about to say a coherent sentence another person walked in the kitchen.
“Hey, detka,” Natasha said and pecked your lips.
“Wait what?!” Tony screamed.
Soon enough more people found their way into the kitchen because of Tony.
“What’s going on?” you heard Bucky said.
“Is everyone okay?” Steve stepped in, always the gentleman.
“Nat’s the spider,” Tony simply answered.
“What?” the two of them asked in unisom.
“Y/n’s spider?” Clint chimed in.
“Yes. All this time I thought it was Parker,” Tony said in annoyance.
“I don’t understand why this is a big deal…” you tried to say but someone cut you off.
“Pay up, losers,” Clint cheered.
“What?” you and Nat complained at the same time.
“They had a bet. This is actually really funny,” Peter said, trying to hold back from laughing so hard.
“Goddamin it, Y/n,” Tony protested.
You watched as the three men gave each a fifty-dollar bill to Clint. You couldn’t help to playfully roll your eyes at them, they were like children.
“It’s okay, malyshka. Let them be,” Nat said before softly kissing your lips.
“Okay, yeah, that’s our cue,” you heard Clint say.
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Bigger than the Whole Sky | Part One: Peter Losing Wendy
Aaron Hotchner x Reader
Summary: Reader has been with the BAU for 2 months when she walks into the bullpen with a fat lip and a bloody nose. Her husband's been keeping secrets and breaking her heart for almost a decade now. However, it takes her 10 minutes to decide she's done with him.
Aaron has been harbouring a crush on our dear reader for as long as she's been on the team... he knew it would never go anywhere when she was married, but that crush goes from a hopeless dream to a heartstopping love faster than he could say "be mine."
Warnings: spousal abuse (physical and mental), infertility, self-esteem issues, friends to lovers, divorce meetings
word count: 8.1k
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When she transferred to the BAU, everyone knew she had a husband. The thing no one knew was that her marriage was dangerously close to falling apart. No one ever suspected it in her personal life, however, in a room full of profilers… she couldn’t hide the problems for long.
At this point, the BAU had gone through enough female profilers to know that there was no telling what was going on in their personal lives. Between JJ’s secret time at the Pentagon and Emily’s time with the CIA, they had no reason to suspect their newest agent was in an unhappy marriage… especially not one where she had been trying to get pregnant for years and gaslit the whole time that it was her fault that they couldn’t conceive.
Peter, her husband, was happy to start trying in the beginning, they ditched condoms a few months into their relationship and she discarded her birth control a few months after they tied the knot. At first, the sex was fun, the first handful of negative tests just caused them to fuck more often and in different positions and times of the day… then the heartbreak settled in as her friends and family around her age started popping out babies while she only saw negatives.
This went on for years. 8 years to be exact. 8 years of monthly devastation means her heart was broken 72 times and Peter never cared. Each month he told her to get over it and try again… It wasn’t until she brought up going to a fertility specialist that her he finally snapped at her. He said she could go, she could get her hostile uterus checked and get the broken title while he stayed at home. He refused to test his sperm, he refused to go to appointments, he said IVF was a waste of money and a surrogate was too “unnatural” for him to feel comfortable. He didn’t even want to adopt or foster.
For a year she left it alone. Too busy with work, she put her focus into trying to climb the corporate ladder and land her dream job with the BAU. There, she made friends, she made connections, too… JJ gave her the number for a fertility specialist that she was seeing in private and Y/N made the appointment.
“Hey, Pete!” She called from her closet as she got ready for work.
“What?” He showed up in the doorway, buttoning his shirt. “I have to leave, the markets are open already.”
“I know… I made you an appointment at the fertility specialist I talked to you about, it's tonight at 6. All you have to do—
“Are you fucking kidding me?” He blew up, turning redder than a stop sign. “I said I wasn’t going to one of these fucking—
“WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO?” She yells louder, “They said it’s not me, I’m fine, it’s clearly you—
He charged her, pushing her against the organizing cabinet and holds her there by her throat, “I’m not fucking broken.”
“No?” She croaks out, afraid but trying not to show it. Treating him like an unsub. “Seems to me like you are. Maybe we shouldn’t have any fucking kids if you’re going to be so controlling.”
The words hurt enough and then he swung, he let go of her throat and punched her right in the mouth, hoping to shut her up. It was just 1 punch but it felt like an earthquake, taking her dreams and turning them into nothing but rubble. He jumps back, realizing what he just did, and his whole body shook with rage.
She remembers it in slow motion. The crunch of cartilage in her nose, the rush of blood down to her lips that caused her hand to come up and cup her chin saving her white shirt from an inevitable stain… if it wasn’t the bloody nose that ruined her white dress shirt, it was the way he ripped her heart out of her chest and threw it on the ground with the rest of her broken dreams.
He didn’t even apologize. He just stares at his hand, “Do you see what you’ve made me do? I was never going to be the husband who hit his wife. I was never going to become my father. If you didn’t push and push and push to have fucking kids we wouldn’t be here, Y/N! Do you want to know the truth?? Why we haven’t had kids yet? I had a fucking vasectomy before we met. Okay?! Is that want you wanted the doctors to tell you? I don’t want your fucking kids!!! I don’t even want you anymore!”
“Okay,” is all she says. Her eyes are wide and her breathing is heavy. She’s stuck there, frozen in the moment. She can’t believe that just happened. “Okay.” She repeats, mainly to calm herself.
She can’t say anything else. She just watches him turn and leave, she hears him gather his things and then the front door slams. He’s gone. Just like that, he’s gone.
At that moment she decided she couldn’t do this. The gaslighting, the name calling, the loneliness… for almost a decade of marriage, she’s spent more time alone than with him. And not because they were working or busy with their separate friends, he just stopped spending time with her after they got married, like tying the knot made her his property and now he didn’t have to try to make her like him. Once he had her, he kept her.
Not anymore.
That same day was also the marker of her being with the BAU for 2 months. Everything had been ramping up to this point, she can’t lie and say she was surprised that he snapped and hit her. He’s been getting angrier and she’s been losing interest in him… all she wanted was a baby. The only person who suspected anything at work was Hotch, and in his own Hotchner way, he was dropping little hints that he knew something was going on. He’d ask her about her nights at home, he called her into his office to share takeout when he saw her at her desk well into the night, he always says he’s there for her, but she didn’t know what he meant until now. He was waiting for the day she told him about the abuse. He could sense it.
Now that she’s staring at herself in the mirror, wondering how she could hide the bruises before work, she realizes he was trying to tell her she was a part of their family. One that would go to war for her if she needed them. So she took him up on that offer and arrived to work with her fat lip and swelling around her eyes on full display. She didn’t even change her shirt.
“Oh, my god?” Penelope reacted first, rushing over to her with the click-clack of her heels alerting everyone in the room that she was in a hurry. She cups Y/N’s face gently, “Who did this to you?”
“Holy shit,” Derek says a bit too loud, alerting JJ and Spencer over at their shared desk, who turn and ask “Are you okay?” At the same time.
She was already close to tears before she walked through the double glass doors of the bullpen, saying his name only made her burst into tears. “Peter, he-he—“ she buries her face in Penelope’s shoulder and lets out her cries, sobbing as reality finally hit her as well.
Penny is quick to get her up the stairs and into the briefing room, away from everyone else, she closes all the blinds and politely asks Anderson, who’s already in there, to get some ice and the first aid kit, all while Y/N takes a seat in her usual spot. “I’m so stupid, I should’ve known. I should’ve—
Derek is quick to follow them, he sits beside her and rubs her back, soothingly. “No, no, sweetheart,” Derek stops her, “It is never a woman’s fault when a cowardly man uses violence to feel powerful. No matter what you said or did, it is not your fault. This is all on him. He’s the problem.”
“I just wanted a baby,” she admits, lip quivering.
“Oh, honey,” Penelope’s shoulders drop and she tilts her head to the side, “he’s not the kind of man—
“I’ve been trying to get pregnant since a few weeks after our wedding and he always made it feel like it was my fault that it wasn’t working…” She takes a deep breath, shaking her head, she can’t believe this part is even true. “When in reality he had a vasectomy before we even met. He’s been infertile for the last 10 fucking years and made me feel like it was me who had the problem the whole time.”
“Are you serious?” Penelope can’t believe it. “And he just never told you?”
She nods, “I think he thought I’d give up trying at some point and just deal with it… but I want to be a mom. I’ve always wanted to be a mom and he just never thought to tell me he didn’t want the same things. He really thought I’d just give up on my dreams like they’re nothing.”
The icepack and first aid kit don’t show up with Anderson, instead, it’s Hotch who is standing in the doorway, listening to what’s going on before he makes himself known. He clears his throat and starts to enter. “Penelope, Derek, could you give us a minute?”
“But— yes sir.” Penelope is quick to give up, and Derek follows suit, the two of them don’t want to leave but they know Aaron has it covered.
“Aaron…” She doesn’t know what else to say. She feels ashamed, she wants to hide. She doesn’t want him to see her like this but then again, he’s the whole reason she showed up at work like this at all.
He takes a seat beside her and hands her the icepack, “has he done this before?”
She shakes her head, “no.”
“Alright,” he believes her as he opens up the kit. “This is fresh… did it happen this morning or last night?”
“Before he left this morning,” she answers, shaking her head as the tears start. “I made an appointment for him to go to the clinic after work and he lost it. He finally told me the truth about his vasectomy after he hit me.”
“My divorce lawyer is really good,” he explains, peeling open a bandaid for just above her eyebrow. “If we take some photos of this and document it then it’ll help with your case. Did you have a prenup?”
She shakes her head, “no, he said we didn’t need one, we were in similar tax brackets when we got married and he said he didn’t see us ever getting a divorce anyway. I believed him.”
“You make more money than him, now, this will ensure he can’t sue for spousal support or anything. I’m going to be frank, you need to leave him before this gets worse.”
“I know.”
They just stare at each other for a few moments after that. “Aaron?”
“Yes?”
“What am I going to do now? How do I just start all over again? I want kids and I’m already old enough, I can’t just wait to see if I fall in love again and then wait for the right time to ask them for a baby. I want kids now,” she explains. “But I can’t do it on my own, I can’t. I wanted to do it with my husband.”
“It’s going to be hard, I won’t lie,” Aaron is honest. “But, if I can be honest… you’re beautiful and smart and when you’re ready, love will find you. I know it.”
“Thanks,” she tries her best to believe it. It’s just hard to do right now. “What’s your lawyers name?”
“Andrea Cortez, she’s the best in the business… but if you really wanted to hurt him back, you should call all the lawyers in the area, pretend to fish around so that when he goes looking for a lawyer, everyone that’s good will have to turn him away.”
“How do you know this?”
“It took me a while to find someone who would take on my case,” Aaron admits. “Haley didn’t do it on purpose, she was just trying to find one who didn’t go to college with me but it ended up fucking me over in the long run… and then I found Andrea.”
“Was it awful?”
He shakes his head, “We didn’t go to court, we had a mediator and we settled it all ourselves. She got 70% custody, I’d see Jack on weekends and if I wanted him over spring break or during my vacation time then I just had to ask… it’s a lot harder when you have kids already.”
“So I’ve been told…”
“Have you thought about leaving him before?” Aaron can hear it in her voice.
She nods, choking on a sob as she covers her face, her voice comes out in a quiver, “I just never admitted it to anyone.”
“You have my support when you leave him. You’ll have Penelope and Derek, JJ, and Spencer, too. We’re going to be here for you while you adjust to this and we won’t ever let him hurt you again,” he says in the softest voice, he reaches out for her hand and holds it tight. “I’ll be here, especially. We can have dinner together more often and we can talk… I know how hard it is. I can be your friend through this.”
She can’t help it, she’s so overwhelmed with emotions that she reaches over and pulls him into a hug that he gladly accepts. He rests his chin on her shoulder and holds her tight and he doesn’t plan to let go until she’s ready.
—
A few nights later, after a week-long case, Aaron follows her home in his SUV with his gun still on his hip. He makes sure she gets into her home to pack her things without issue from Peter. She packs a few suitcases worth of clothes and Aaron helps her get them into her own car, “is this everything?”
She nods, “Clothes wise… I’m just going to grab some of my favourite things, too, I don’t imagine he’d break them but I also never thought he’d hit me, so.”
“If you need to put stuff in my car, you can,” he offers as he follows her back inside.
She uses some laundry baskets and fills them with pots, pans, throw blankets, trinkets, candles, you name it. She didn’t trust him at all, so she took almost everything that she knew was hers or just things she held dear since their wedding. As soon as it’s all in her car, she realizes just how real this is and she starts to cry again.
“It’s okay,” Aaron runs his hand over her back. “Are you still going to stay with Penelope?”
She nods, “Yeah, she said I can have her couch for the time being.”
“You know what? Derek might have a place for you?” Aaron can’t help but think of when he was leaving Haley, Derek offered one of his houses that he was renovating to him.
“How?”
“Hold on,” Aaron digs his phone out of his pocket and calls him. “Hey… do you have any unoccupied homes right now?”
Her eyes go wide, she didn’t know Derek as well as Hotch did, mainly because she hasn’t worked with him as long.
“Can Y/N stay in it?… She’d really love that, thank you, Derek. We’ll meet you there… yes, you can bring Penelope,” he says with a smile before hanging up. “You’re in luck, he’s between renters on one of his properties.”
“Aaron, thank you, really, you’ve made this so much easier than I ever thought it could be,” she can’t even express how much she appreciates him.
“We’re a family,” he reminds her. “You can follow me, I know the way.”
And so she does.
It’s a quick drive, not too far from where she was living but also closer to work now too. She’s going to have to go grocery shopping and… fuck, she never even asked if this place is furnished.
When they pull up, Aaron takes the road and she parks in the driveway, they sit on the front steps together and chat. Derek said he wouldn’t be too far behind them, he was close by but he takes longer than they expect. When he does pull up, however, he has his pickup truck and the back is full of furniture, including a mattress.
“Thank you,” she whispers so she doesn’t cry.
“No problem… I have a storage unit with things for when I stage the homes after I flip them, you can use all of it if you want, but I thought we’d start with a bed.”
“I literally love you,” she rushes out.
“It’s nothing,” he brushes it off and hands her a key. “Now, while we carry in the heavy stuff, would you get the door for us?”
“Anything for my knights in shining armour.”
—
Hotch is a lot more open and soft than she ever expected. On the nights Jack is with his aunt— which are normally reserved for Aaron to do paperwork and stay late at the office, Arron instead, now has dinners with Y/N and watches movies with her on her new couch well into the morning. He even accompanies her to the lawyer's office to be her emotional support when recounting the years of abuse.
And the abuse has continued even when she’s not in the same house as him or even talking to him. Peter texts her almost daily to say mean and terrible things, calling her a whore and accusing her of sleeping with someone else. He thinks that the reason she was able to leave so quickly is because she’s already with someone new… he even sends her pictures of their security footage from the night she moved out, already forgetting what her boss looked like as he accuses her of cheating with him.
She wants to block his number but Hotch tells her not to, all the harassment will only help her case going forward. She keeps every message and Penelope prints out the text logs for her every few days to bring to her lawyer, who is astounded by what Peter is able to say every time.
The day she had the divorce papers served to him, they were on a case in California and he called her phone 23 times. She didn’t answer any of them, she didn’t even listen to the messages he left. She had Penelope go in and forward them all to her lawyer, then delete them all off her cell for her.
She sends him one last message to Peter that read: “If you have something to say, say it through your lawyer. Please don’t contact me again.” And then she blocks his number.
They’re at Aaron's house this time, she doesn’t want to be alone tonight of all nights. With a couple boxes of Chinese take-out, they’re sitting at his dining table just talking about their days, like always, when her mind stumbles across her darker thoughts.
“I took a huge step back in my life today.”
“No, you haven’t,” Aaron assures.
“I had all these plans, I picked out baby names that went well with his last name, I imagined our nursery and what mothers days would be like and everything… every dream I had with him died and today I buried them.”
“I don’t mean to be rude, but did you really want him to be the father of your kids knowing what you know now?” Aaron asks. “What if he hit your children?”
“I know… it’s just hard,” she can’t help but feel awful.
“I’m sorry, I know. I know it’s hard, I shouldn’t be saying—
“It’s okay, I need to look at the bright side… I mean, sure, I had some big dreams that will never come true but I can make new dreams. I can become a new person. That girl I was with him is dead but I can make a new me. A better me,” she sits up straight and nods a few times while taking a deep breath. “It’s going to be okay.”
“See what I mean?” Hotch teases, “you’re so strong, this is all going to work out for the best.”
“Thank you,” she smiles, feeling bashful, compliments like this mean the world to her.
“You know… something I tell Jack pretty often is that if we talk about things, memories can’t die and I’m pretty sure dreams are the same. If you ever want to talk about what you wanted, I’m always here to listen to you.”
“Jack is very lucky to have you,” she compliments him first, her heart is too full to do anything but smile. “I really want a boy… I would be happy with any child but I’ve always dreamed about having a boy.”
“I was fairly certain Haley was having a girl the majority of Jack's pregnancy, she just had such a tiny bump and I could picture us with a little girl,” Aaron shares. “I don’t think I ever told you, but I have a younger brother who is 12 years younger than me, I practically raised him, so I wanted a little girl to get the whole experience, but having Jack was easy because I already knew what I was doing.”
“You’d be fantastic as a girl dad,” she compliments him again and can’t help herself from imagining having his babies and imagining a whole life with him.
“Thank you,” it’s his turn to smile and blush a little. “I even had a list of girl names picked out, so figuring out a boy name was what was hard for us.”
“Oh yeah? Like what?”
“I really like J names, apparently? My list had Jane, Juliette, Juniper… I think they all sound good with Hotchner,” he explains and it’s the cutest thing.
“I love that, I don’t know many men who would admit to having a baby names list,” she teases.
He shrugs, “I guess I’m not like most men.”
“You most certainly are not,” she says with an arch of her brow. “And according to Peter, you’re my ‘hot’ new boyfriend.”
Hotch just laughs, “Men like him are so insecure they can’t handle the 1 woman who tolerated them giving any other man some attention. He would’ve done the same thing if it was Morgan or Reid at the door.”
“I just can’t believe I let it get to the point where he hit me.”
“You loved him,” Hotch simplifies it. “It’s hard to just drop that… you’re a rare case where the second he laid his hands on you, you left.”
“For about 20 minutes I just stared in the mirror trying to figure out if I was going to call in sick or just cover it up with some makeup,” she admits. “I didn’t want to hide it from you guys and I didn’t want you to think I’m weak. I couldn’t take everything I’ve learned and abandon it just because I loved him… and then I realized I don’t remember the last time I loved all of him. I loved our memories, I loved the version of him he was when we got married, but I haven’t really loved him in a long time.”
“You’re incredibly strong, it takes a lot of strength to figure that out,” Hotch can’t help but compliment her again.
“Thank you,” she says, reaching her hand out over the table to hold his. “I wouldn’t have been able to do this without you.”
—
Aaron is sitting with her on the plane, on their way to their next case, when she gets a text from her lawyer.
“His lawyer has reached out to me, he is fine with keeping the house and taking on the rest of the mortgage, he just wants you to pay him back for his half of the downpayment, he says it’s not fair that he will be paying the rest of the mortgage when all you did is pay that original $25k. He is fine without spousal support as long as the abuse stays quiet, he doesn’t want this to affect his own job. If you’re okay with that, I’ll tell him and he will sign the papers.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” She says out loud, getting everyone's attention.
“What happened?” Aaron asks, leaning over her shoulder to read the text as well. “oh… if that’s all he wants, I think it’s a good deal.”
“I’m going to lose all my savings again,” she admits. “We put up 50 grand together and I gave him a thousand dollars each month for the mortgage, I lost— Reid?”
“25k with 1k a month for 8 and a half years that’s 127 thousand dollars,” Spencer answers right away.
“Thanks… I have paid more for that house than I currently make in a year,” she can’t believe it. “I also bought all the groceries, all the cleaning products I used to clean the fucking house, I paid to pick up his dry cleaning, I did the laundry every few days, I made sure he had a lunch packed every morning… I did so fucking much for that man, I’m not giving him any more of my money.”
“So let’s go back with that, we can have Penelope gather all the information from your bank statements and previous taxes and she can total up the amount of money you’ve spent on him and that house and we can argue that he should pay you for your time. He treated you as a maid, you should be paid for your services and if they equal out to 25 grand or higher, then he has to pay you the difference or shut up,” Hotch explains, knowing how to play these games as he was once a lawyer and he’s been divorced.
“Okay,” she agrees, “yeah, I think that would work.”
Hotch leans over her, towards the TV is, and presses the button on the screen to call Penelope. It dials and calls quickly, and she answers just as fast. “Yes, my lovelies?”
“Can you do me a favour and gather up all of Y/N’s financial records over the last few years and find out the total she spent on groceries, dry cleaning, house expenses and the money she’s transferred to Peter’s account?”
“I can,” she says and then looks at Y/N through the screen. “You’re okay with this?”
“Oh yeah, total it all up and send all the findings to my lawyer as well, I’m taking Peter down,” she agrees with a smile spread over her face. “He’s going to wish he never met me.”
Penelope hangs up after that, slipping into Y/N’s life and doing the lords work, basically. It would take her accountant months to do what Penelope can do in 30 minutes. And god bless her.
She settles into her seat again with a sigh, everyone else goes back to what they were doing, except for Hotch. They share an armrest between them, he places his hand over hers and looks at her with a soft smile, almost like he’s saying with his eyes that he’s proud of her and that it’s okay. She just smiles back, turning her hand over and interlocking their fingers, “thank you,” she whispers.
“Anytime.”
—
Normally on away cases, they all had their own rooms, unless the hotels were overbooked, and this was one of those times.
Derek is with Emily, Spencer is with JJ and that leaves Hotch with Y/N. She changes into her night clothes in the bathroom, her pyjamas consisting of a plain shirt and blue butterfly-covered pants, nothing too scandalous. When she comes out, she finds him sitting up in his bed, also changed, reading over a case file with his glasses on… she didn’t even know he wore glasses?
She just stands there in the bathroom doorway and stares at him until he looks up at her, “You okay?”
She nods, “when did you get glasses?”
“A couple years ago,” he shrugs. “They’re readers, sometimes I have a hard time reading at night.”
“They look nice on you,” she compliments him, sending a soft smile his way before she puts her work clothes back in her suitcase.
When she turns back to her bed, Aaron is putting the files on his night table and taking said glasses off. “Are you tired?”
“Not really,” she admits. Turning the comforter down, she slips into bed and turns to him, “Are you?”
He shakes his head softly, “I was going to call Jack and then I remembered it’s well past midnight over there, I did text Jess, however, and she said he had a good night.”
“You’re such a good dad, I hope he tells you that all the time…” it just rolls off the tongue, she didn’t even have a chance to stop herself. But the smile on his face is worth the embarrassment she felt for telling him how she feels.
“Thank you,” he’s so soft about it. “You’re going to be a great mom too, I know it.”
She just presses her lips together and hums, shaking her head slightly she bites her lip so she can hold back the tears that want to start coming. “I don’t think it’s going to happen for—
“It will,” he cuts her off. “You’re doing the right thing by getting away from him, I promise you, it’s going to work out for you.”
She wants to cry, normally she spends most of her alone time crying in her lonely bed, be it at the house Dereks letting her crash in or a hotel somewhere in the country, she always ends up crying her eyes out. Tonight she can’t do that. “I hope so.”
“It will,” he’s serious about it. “Do you need a hug?”
She just nods and he gets out of his bed in a hurry to make it over to hers, he slips under the covers and pulls her into a hug and she can’t help but cuddle into his chest. “It just gets loud in my head sometimes, like everything he’s said to me starts to echo around and I can’t help but believe it… like maybe I’m not ever meant to be someone's mom?”
He just rubs her back and lets her get it all out. “Can I be honest?” She nods against his chest. “I didn’t trust him when I first met him. He seemed off and now I guess I know why. He was keeping secrets and he knew the better you got at your job, the closer you’d be to figuring out all the lies he was telling and he’d be alone again. Men like him tell lies because they know that they can’t keep wonderful women like you when you know the truth about them. And now that you know the truth, he’s making it your problem.”
“I just can’t believe he was going to let me believe I was broken instead of just telling me he didn’t want kids. Do you know what that does to a person?” She asks as she sits back up and looks him right in the eyes. “I haven’t felt good enough in years… I’ve hated myself for so long, Aaron.”
“I don’t think you’re broken, I think you’re miraculous and wonderful… exceptional, even,” he admits, staring deep into her eyes like he’s found her soul in there. “And I know what it’s like to try for a long time, Haley and I tried for years and I watched it slowly suck the life out of her, any man that can sit by and watch that and not care, is a sociopath.”
“Did you and Haley want more kids… before everything happened?” She asks, eyes trailing down to his lips and then back to making eye contact with him, she can read the hurt on his face.
He nods, “I’d still love to have more kids.”
Her eyes light right up, “really?”
He nods again, “I would… I wasn’t going to ask you out until well after the divorce was final. I don’t want to get in the middle of everything or ruin the chances of you getting away from him without issue… but I’ve thought you were beautiful since the moment I first saw you.”
“Aaron?” She really can’t believe it. “What are you saying?”
“If you want to have a child, I’d gladly show you what it’s like to have a real man love you,” he rephrases it with a lot more confidence and passion in his voice. He knows what he wants and every part of him hopes she wants it too.
She can’t believe it. The words don’t seem real. Part of her thinks she fell asleep quickly and this is all a dream. There’s no way her boss— and the most handsome man she’s seen in her life, is saying this to her. “you want to sleep with me?”
He laughs, “More than that… which is hard for me to admit because I’m your boss, I shouldn’t like you as much as I do. But I do. I would love to see where this goes… After the divorce.”
“Aaron, am I dreaming? Are you serious?” She shakes her head and shuffles further away from him. “What the hell is happening?”
“You’re awake, I promise,” Aaron assures her while also keeping his distance. “I’m sorry, if you don’t feel the same, I’ll back off—
“No, no, it’s not that, I just— I’ve just never been with anyone but Peter, he was my first real boyfriend, I never thought anyone else would ever want me?” She’s honest. “Are you serious?”
“I’ve been with 3 women,” he admits, it’s not like his number is crazy, but it’s still not what she expected.
“Really?”
He nods, “Haley was my first, back in high school, then I slept with someone during my time doing security for U.S. diplomats— Haley and I were on and off again all the time before we got married... And then Beth, last year.”
“You worked for Emily’s mom,” she knows that story… “did you and Emily—
“It was just a one-time thing. She was an adult and still living at home and also still rebellious as hell… she wanted to piss her mom off, but I didn’t know until after the fact,” Aaron is exceptionally honest. “We’ve always had a good friendship. That’s the one thing all 3 women have in common, actually. They were all my friends first.”
She hums, following along with a nod, “You are my closest thing to a best friend, currently… I think you’re actually the best friend I’ve ever had in my whole entire life. I just don’t know if I’m ready yet.”
“That’s okay, it’s more than okay, actually,” he rests his hand on her knee. “I was never going to say anything about how much I like you, I wasn’t going to ruin your marriage or convince you to cheat, I’d never do that—
“I know you wouldn’t, believe me, I know you’re a good man,” she places her hand on top of his and holds it tight.
“Thank you… I just mean to say that I would wait forever for you.”
“It won’t be that long, I can promise you that,” she smiles, moving back in closer to him. “Best friends can sleep in the same bed… and my marriage is already over, so it’s not cheating no matter what anyone would say if they saw us cuddling.”
“Should I turn the light off?” He says with a smirk.
She just nods, “yeah, get comfy, Hotchner, you’re not leaving my bed tonight.”
—
Turns out, she’s spent close to a quarter of a million dollars on taking care of Peter and their home over the last 8 and a half years.
That’s not even including the time they were living in an apartment together, before and a few months after their wedding. She has her lawyer go back to his lawyer with this information and the fact she will Not be paying him for his half of the downpayment. He doesn’t like that. So, they come to an agreement to meet with a mediator. This way, she can voice her concerns, he can voice his and they can hopefully get the papers signed without going to court.
Standing her ground and sitting in a chair opposite him was going to be the best way for her to win this. He is so much more confident on the phone, sending her threats and derogatory comments, he’s not that confident in front of her. Especially not when she has her boss in the chair beside her.
“Why is he here?” Peter says the second he walks into the meeting room of her lawyer's office. He sits down aggressively and leans back in his chair, exuding an air of fake confidence that both she and Hotch don’t believe.
“He’s my boss, he’s here to ensure my safety and my lawyer's safety,” she stands her ground. “I’m not about to get choked out again."
“You’re that afraid of me?” He laughs.
Hotch flips open the folder in front of himself and holds up the photos of Y/N’s face the morning she came into work beat up. “You did this to her, what else are we supposed to think about you?”
“There’s no proof my client did that,” his lawyer speaks up. The man can’t be more than 30, he must be a new lawyer with less experience than Andrea or Aaron. “She works a difficult job where she gets tossed around by criminals—
“We have the footage from the security camera inside your shared home,” Y/N’s lawyer cuts him off.
“What?” Peter can’t believe it. “Since when is there one inside the house?”
“We got them installed after the neighbours were robbed, or did you forget?” Y/N looks at him like he’s an idiot. “You signed off on it, you wanted to be able to see who was in our house if we got robbed like the neighbours did. There is one in the front hall, the living space, your office and our closet. You sent me photos of me and Aaron packing my things. You know it’s in there.”
“My client—
“Is a liar,” Y/N’s lawyer cuts him off once again. “we have his signature and testimony from the security company saying he was the one who called and asked for internal cameras. They even kept the call logs and we’ve got a copy of the work order from the men who set them up.”
Peter slumps in his seat. His tongue runs along his top teeth as he shakes his head, “what do you want?”
“I want out.” Y/N simplifies. “You wasted the last 10 years of my life, you lied to me and you abused me. I want you to sign the papers and let me go.”
“So you can go fuck your boss?”
Y/N stands with such force her role chair goes flying back, she slams her hands on the table and stares him down the way she would in an interrogation with an unsub, “What I do with my time isn’t any of your concern! This is a 1 party divorce state, if you give me a hard time I will not hesitate to take you to court and get a judge to sign off on this. I don’t need your help, I just thought this would be easier for you, but if you want the whole state of Virginia to know you’re a wife-beater, I can do that.”
“And she’ll win,” Hotch offers, “I’ve been inside enough courtrooms to know that with this much evidence, you’re never going to see any money from her.”
“Fine,” Peter gives in with a wave of his hands. “Where do I sign?”
She sits back down then, biting back a smirk as she’s filled with pride. She really did it. She won.
“So you’re agreeing to keep the house and she doesn’t have to pay you anything to get out of the mortgage?” Her lawyer clarifies.
He nods, “Yes.”
“Okay,” Andrea hands the paperwork over to Peter's lawyer. “This is the original agreement I sent you. It states what items still in the home belong to Y/N and if I remember correctly, you already agreed to her taking those with her at an arranged date and time with a mediator on the premises.”
“That’s correct.” Peter's lawyer reads it over quickly, assuring it’s exactly what she says it is and then hands it over to Peter, “Sign there, there and on the last page, each spot is marked.”
“Got it,” Peter says, not caring at all. He signs the 3 spots and slides the papers back across the table. “What now?”
“What time is good for me to come get my things?” Y/N asks, trying not to smile with happiness.
“Are you okay to do it tonight?” Peter asks, “I moved most of it into boxes and put them by the door… I’ve had a lot of time to organize. I think I’m going to sell it and move closer to where my parents are.”
“That would be good for you,” she agrees. It’s weird to see all his aggressiveness fade now that she’s no longer his wife. “Aaron’s going to come with me, is that okay?”
He nods, “I’m surprised you’re so comfortable bringing your boyfriend around me already.”
And there it is.
“You know, I’m not surprised this ended. You’ve always been so insecure about every single man in my life, even my brother and my cousins? Did you really think I’d just stay single my whole life after you? Did you really think you were such an amazing husband that I’d be so broken and damaged I’d never be able to move on? You weren’t anything spectacular and I think you’ve always known that.”
“I’ll put your shit on the porch,” he says with a huff as he stands up to leave. “Have a nice life.”
“We will,” Aaron answers, digging more salt into the wound as Y/N waves at him with a smile.
Finally, she’s free.
—
It doesn’t take long for them to load all of her things into Aaron’s SUV and with Peter's lawyer in the house to supervise. She does one final sweep to make sure she has all her things. It looks good, so she gives Peter one final smile and a wave and then she’s gone.
She watches the house fade to nothing in the passenger side mirror and her smile only grows. It doesn’t feel like an ending like she thought it would. All those dreams that seemed bigger than the whole sky are nothing but rain clouds that were once disguised as happy shapes… the rain that burst from them washed away all her sadness and left her with a blank space of sidewalk where she could once again be decorated with beautiful chalky colours.
“So?” Aaron asks, looking between her and the road with a mighty smirk. “What’s next?”
“I thought you were going to ask me out on a date?” She teases.
“You’re ready already?” He’s a bit shocked, “I thought we were just pushing his buttons?”
She shakes her head, “We were… but I’m also ready to be loved by a real man. The same man who’s always there for me, the man who would do anything to protect me. I want you too, Aaron.”
“Well, okay then, Agent (your maiden name), where should we go for dinner tonight?” He asks, “Do you want to go somewhere fancy or should we order from our regular place?”
“Hmm… as tempting as that sounds, I think I’d like to get dressed up and go somewhere with you.”
And so that’s what they do. While she’s changing into something nice, Aaron makes a call to a friend who would be able to get them a table at the nicest place in town with only an hour to spare. Luckily, he has good friends in all sorts of places, so before she can even really second guess the date, they’re sat in the back corner of a dark restaurant sharing a candle-lit dinner.
“So… how is this going to work?” She finally asks, she can’t keep it in any longer.
“What do you mean?” Aaron asks.
“Like, are we going to file fraternization paperwork? Are we going to tell the team? Should I transfer to another unit?”
“Oh… I think we could file the paperwork if you want to and you don’t have to leave, you’d just have to report to Morgan or Cruz, it wouldn’t be that hard.”
“And are you going to tell Jack?”
He nods, “Eventually.”
“Does he even want to be a big brother?”
Aarons a bit taken aback by that question, “I… I really don’t know?”
“Cause I don’t want him to hate me, I’ve seen so many cases where kids grow up to hate their dad's girlfriends and new stepmoms and feel like they lost their dad when a new baby shows up,” she just lets all the worry out then and there, there’s no point keeping it from him. He’d figure it out eventually.
“Well… the best thing we could do is go slowly, I can talk to him about it and see where he stands with it all. I know for a fact he really liked Beth and he was very little when Haley left me so I don’t think he holds any resentment for the divorce, I think it’ll be okay.”
“Okay,” she repeats while letting out a deep breath. “Cause… I know you like me but I never got to tell you how I feel about you. I think you’re a wonderful man and you’re so astoundingly handsome it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside and—”
“Really?” He cuts her off with a smirk.
“Yeah,” she manages to laugh, snapping out of the panic because it’s just so easy with him. “This is how I was supposed to feel with my husband… thank you for making me realize I deserve better and thank you for being what I deserve.”
“I feel the same way… I mean, I loved Haley even after the divorce, hell, a part of me still does love her and I don’t think it will ever fade. However, it’s so nice to feel like this again,” Aaron agrees. “I’m just a little anxious that it’ll all come crumbling down around me again.”
“Why?” She asks, not thinking she could ever leave him heartbroken.
“Our job isn’t the safest environment. If you get hurt on the job I don’t know what I’ll do… my little crush on you was hard enough to deal with out there, and that was when you were married and I thought there was no chance of us being together because I’m not a home wrecker, but now… now I have to watch you go out there into the unknown every day with half of my heart in your pocket,” he explains, almost tearing up.
She shakes her head softly and reaches out for his hand, “Aaron, I’m always going to come home with you. Even if I get a little hurt, I know I’ll always fight to get back to you… and I have the same worries, I never want to lose you and physically see it happen or know I could’ve been there to stop it. It’s going to make the job harder, sure, but we could also just get better at what we do because we love each other.”
She watches all the worry fade from his face as his jaw drops for a moment. “You love me, too?”
She can’t help but laugh, “Yeah, Aaron, I love you.”
Just as they lean in to kiss over the table, Aaron's phone starts to ring in his pocket. With a disgruntled sigh, Aaron sits back down in his chair and takes his phone out, answering it with his last name, she watches him go devoid of feelings. “Yes sir, we’ll be right there.”
She sighs, “I’ll get the car, you get the check.”
They stand up at the same time and before she can get too far, he pulls her in close. Hand on her lower back, faces inches apart, “I’m going to show you just how much I love you when we get home, okay?”
“Okay,” she smiles, leaning into their first kiss.
Still smiling as their lips touch, she could swear sparks fly around them as the restaurant fills with the screaming sound of a million colourful fireworks.
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Pit Babe Colors Ep. 7
I'm challenging myself with this show and seeing how good my color skills really are, so I'm doing my normal thing of watching it double-speed on mute, but now, the captions are off also. It's just colors and vibes here.
If I see this necklace on Charles later, *dragging finger across throat*
There is a barrier between y'all, so I'm hoping one of you has decided to come to your senses and tell the truth to Alan and Babe. Jeffrey is seeing accidents, so Jeffrey, hopefully you are seeing the light of truth too and will confess to Alan!
I like you, Way. I like you too much knowing damn well that you are lying, but you don't seem as red as before. It looks a little hot pink-ish now. Maybe because you're sad that Babe doesn't love you.
Get hit with the blinding light of love for this Blue Boy sitting next to you who has apparently been in love with you for years according to that pink from the last episode.
Peter, I TRUST YOU! Don't do me like this! This is pink, right? RIGHT? It's pink. You're in love with Waymond, and this is pink, not red. Pink.
I'm ignoring the Gucci red watchband because the way Peter is looking at Waymond and the fact that he put blue on Waymond is all I need to know that Peter sits at the same table with Kimberly, Kenta, and Alan as the people I trust.
How long have you been in love with him, Pete? The pink already snitched on you. Just tell me! Or did you leave it on the note? That'd be too easy. But that note better have said "Hey, I just 'met' you, and this is crazy, but here's my number, so call me maybe?" I ship it!
Kimberly! You've been a lot less red lately. The blues are gonna need a driver soon if Jeffrey's vision is right. You should apply!
KENTA IS RIGHT THERE, KIMBERLY! Lose focus and have a consensual workplace relationship.
Wait a minute? It's Decanus and . . . there's only one man who consistently wears black, but I refuse to believe that he would meet with Decanus. No. That's another man in black. I cannot see the faces clearly, so I will not accuse *sobs* Kenta.
These two are best friends. I can tell.
AHHHH! Charles is meeting with Big Red, yet he is wearing blue! Is he being kidnapped? No. He just walked away. But now he is surrounded by blue. Charles!!!!! I know you are lying, but the blue is saying . . . something! But Big Red is listening.
Oh thank, God! Way is turning over a new leaf and committing to being a blue boy. Good.
No. NO! Barbara, I know you are upset at Charles for lying (which your super spidey senses should have alerted you about because the red was there), but why do you keep doing this to Way? He was committed to the blue! Pete likes him. Stop!
NO, WAYMOND, NO! JUST LET BABE BE SAD AND MISERABLE. DON'T DO IT!
Tell him to get his hands off of you, Barbie! That's how they keep getting you! Do not fall for his bullshit!
Is this story about Charlie?! OH SHIT! *telenovela fall to the floor*
I don't want you to get slapped, Kentana, but there is only one man who wears black consistently, and that's you. You ARE planning something with Decanus, aren't you?! Do. Not. Hurt. Barbie. I trust you!
Oh shit! Barbie is realizing it's the touches! I tried to warn you, homie. I did. I said, "Barbie, don't let them touch you!" Now, figure out that Waymond keeps touching you too. Don't get dickmatized again. I need you to stay focused! BARBIE, FOCUS! Waymond. Superpowers. Punch them!
Barbara, the dick is not that good for you to forgive him already! Barbara, I'm so mad at you right now. I'm only rooting for Kimberly and Alan now. You and Kentana are on my shit list.
Did the note from Peter ask for a date?! Waymond, horrible choice of red roses with a red ribbon for a date with Peter or . . . is this your villain era? No! This is a date with Peter! *dances happily*
I mean this from the depth of my soul - Whatever happens now, you're on your own, Barbara. You figured out what Charles was doing to you, and you are just cool with it? I know he, too, had a crappy childhood, but he did all that without your consent, and you're okay with it? The red is still there! He just took from you something you can't get back, without your consent. This is metaphorical, and I wish you, a fictional character, could see that.
Did Peter really not show up for y'alls date?! Did something happen to Pete?! WHERE IS HE?! Did Big Red kidnap him?! Wait, Peter can text but not show up for a date? I don't believe it.
I'm gonna break my own rule, and translate the text messages because I have no colors to guide me, and I'm very confused why Peter would not show up when he has been in love with Waymond for awhile. The colors don't lie. Peter would show up!
Google Translate: "Sorry, I just finished clearing things up with Charlie" Wait a minute. Charlie? Was Waymond texting Babe because he was sad Peter didn't show up for dinner? This still doesn't make sense.
Or . . . Waymond's at his and Babe's restaurant, and Babe said "sorry." It wasn't a date with Peter was it? This was a date with . . . oh, you have to be shitting me. PETER IS RIGHT THERE IN LOVE WITH YOU, PENDEJO!
I'm in no mood for North and Sonic's color shenanigans. I'm too pissed off to even yell at Sonic for wearing red over the blue. Whatever. Be a back-stabber too. No me importa.
WHAT THE FUCK?! NOT KIMBERLY!
If anything happens to Kimberly, I'm burning down this whole site! He's a good one! Kentana, you better get your shit together and save your man! If Kentana and Barbara save Kimberly, I'll take them off my shit list. Even Charles will get some leeway.
Whiny Winifred, why are you pointing a gun at . . . SONIC AND NORTH?! I know I wrote I didn't care about y'all earlier, but I do! Y'all can't die until I figure out what the deal is with y'alls colors!
Barbara is wearing the same outfit in the previews that he is wearing when he punches people in the hallway!
Mission: Save Kim Possible!
#Kimberly better be alive#pit babe#pit babe the series#the colors mean things#and they will guide me the whole way through#color coded boys in love#episode 7#I'm so upset#I'm upset for Way#I'm upset AT Way#I'm livid AT Babe#but all I care about right now is Kimberly!#SAVE HIM!
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Day 1
Happy Passover! there will be a rec for everyday of passover so keep an eye out! Enjoy guys!😘
I could be anyone but your friend by devilscut - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 25,663, sterek)
The aftermath of the nogitsune's possession of Stiles has ended up in a very strange and almost unlikely relationship forming between Stiles and Derek Hale. After saving Stiles and regaining his alpha-hood while doing it, Stiles has come to only feel safe when around the werewolf. Sometimes when the memories and the panic attacks are too much they both need more than simple companionship or hugs. Stiles sometimes needs to let go of his control and Derek sometimes needs to take it into his keeping.
For better, for worse by Vendelin - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 13,336, sterek)
Derek and Stiles have been married for six years. Derek loves his job as a successful lawyer, loves his financial security and his large house. It isn’t until Stiles gets shot while working that he starts to understand that maybe Stiles isn’t loving their life as much as Derek is.
Keep the Demon At Bay by EvanesDust, idratherwrite - (Rating: T, Words: 7,485, sterek)
Stiles wakes up with four years of his life missing(fail). He also has a really hot boyfriend(win) and is friends with Jackson(undecided). He hasn't lost his memory for no reason, however, and the one responsible has plans.
Last Year's Predictions Didn't Come Out Quite As Expected by stilinskisparkles - (Rating: Mature, Words: 8,526, sterek)
A year ago if someone had told Stiles he'd be going to prom with Erica Reyes and that Derek Hale would be lounging on his bed watching him dither over outfits, gaze ranging from amusement to lust filled every other minute Stiles would have punched them in the face. Or maybe tossed holy water on them.
Big Days by crazyassmurdererwall (smartalli) - (Rating: T, Words: 9,692, sterek)
It’s an impulse really, inviting Derek to spend Thanksgiving with him and his dad. The Sheriff. Who once arrested him.
It’ll be fine.
Stiles is sure it’ll be fine.
Stay with me by Beautiful_noise - (Rating: T, Words: 2,740, sterek)
Derek gets a glimpse of the future in which Stiles has two biological daughters and that's how he knows he and Stiles are going to break up.
Baby You Got A Bright Future Behind You by werewolvesandarrows (nerdy_farm_girl) - (Rating: T, Words: 3,056, sterek)
Stiles loves going to the dentist. Loves it. He gets that it’s kind of strange, he does. Scott hates going to the dentist, hates it even more now that he and Kira have the twins and it costs like a million bucks or something every trip (or well, maybe not a million bucks but Stiles generally zones out once Scott starts to rant about money. He definitely doesn’t love talking about money). But Stiles is blessed to have a job with good dental coverage, and a visit to the dentist doesn’t usually come with a big bill. It does however come with hygienists and a dentist that are smokin’ hot.
What the Hell is a Stiles? by TheRealDanniX - (Rating: Not Rated, Words: 4,901, sterek)
A witch takes Stiles' memory while he's on the job and Derek gets stuck babysitting. Not that he really minds. In fact, it may be just what he needs.
One Door Closes by KouriArashi - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 27,794, sterek)
Derek knows that Stiles is too young for him, but Stiles doesn't agree. Eight years after Derek rejects him due to the age gap, they meet again where Derek has settled in Wyoming as a ranch hand, and Stiles is the new deputy, and still pissed as hell about the way Derek turned him down. Things don't go as either of them planned. (I'm sure a million fics have been written about older Stiles and Derek, but this one has cowboy Derek, does that help?)
This Entire Time by Itsreallyjustforresearch83- (Rating: T, Words: 1,982, sterek)
Lydia and Jackson were minding their own business when they stumbled across their Alpha and their Emissary acting very...couple-y. But when they brought it up to still-somehow-not-dead Peter, he just laughed and said it's not his place to share.
OR
Lydia and Jackson think they discover something new and exciting, AKA the two idiots they've been watching dance around each other for the last four years FINALLY getting somewhere. Turns out, it's not that new of a thing and only Peter seemed to know about it.
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Pairing: James Potter x Reader, James Potter x Regulus Black
Warnings: smut, some homophobia (sorry)
Word Count: 2.1K
A/N: Please request more from the marauders era please!!
“He’s staring at you again,” you commented, barely looking up from your book as you adjusted your position so your head was sat more comfortably in your boyfriend’s lap. James stared down at you and sighed.
“He doesn’t stare at me. He’s probably staring at you.”
“I’ve seen his eyes follow you, James. It’s not me he stares at.” You were talking about Regulus Black, who was also laying in the grass on the other side of the courtyard and pretending to listen to whatever shit Barty Crouch was spewing.
You noticed that Regulus would stare at James any time he saw him from Regulus’s first year at Hogwarts. You initially assumed it was because James was Sirius’s best friend and young Regulus would have done nearly anything to seek his older brother’s approval. Even when it became clear that Sirius was not going to give any such approval, Regulus continued to stare. You certainly couldn’t blame Reg, James was gorgeous. His sharp jawline, his easy laugh, his arms strong from Quidditch, his skin beautifully tanned from all the time he spent outside. And most of all his infectious kindness. Those were all the reasons you had fallen for him. But James couldn’t see it. Or wouldn’t.
James was ready to rebut your statement when Remus and Sirius flopped down next to you on the grass.
“What’ve you two been up to?” Peter asked, taking stock of the boys’ pink cheeks. You had almost forgot that Peter was there. He more often than not third wheeled you and James, saying it was far preferable to third wheeling Remus and Sirius. You suspected it was more so because James was far too polite to tell Peter to fuck off.
“Took a walk,” Remus said at the same time as Sirius said,
“Had a quickie by the lake.”
You burst out laughing as Remus turned a deep shade of red and punched Sirius’s shoulder.
“What the fuck happened to discretion?” Remus snapped.
“It’s alright, Remus. James and I had a quickie by the lake earlier today too,” you grinned. It was James’s turn to blush and he stammered,
“You and Sirius are animals.”
You and Sirius laughed and high-fived. Your jovial attitude was apparently ill received as the younger Black stood from his patch of grass and stalked over to you all. Sirius immediately shot to his feet, as did Remus to hold him back.
“What the fuck do you want, Regulus?” Sirius asked coldly, his head held high in order to look down on his younger brother. The sun seemed to glint off of Regulus’s sharp cheekbones as he sneered,
“I’ve heard a rumor about you, Sirius.”
“I’ve heard one about you.” Sirius said, his eyes flashing dangerously. You and James were on your feet now too, anticipating the incoming storm that could only occur between Regulus and Sirius Black
“I’ve heard things about you and Lupin.” Regulus said, narrowing his eyes as he looked Remus up and down.
“What kind of things?” Remus asked, his hand still firm against Sirius’s chest.
“I’ve heard you two are in a relationship.” Regulus hissed.
“We are.” Sirius said simply, grabbing Remus’s face and kissing him deeply. Regulus looked gobsmacked.
“You-you’re going to hell!” Regulus stammered.
“I heard you’re a death eater,” Sirius said, grabbing Regulus’s arm quickly and tearing his sleeve up to reveal the dark mark, “so I guess I’ll see you there.”
Sirius then turned cooly on his heel and stalked back towards the castle, hand firmly in Remus’s. You all followed, you turned back only once to see that Regulus was glowering at you and James.
“He’s staring at you again.” You nudged James. You were at dinner this time, two days later and James was still upset about the situation with Sirius and Regulus.
“I just don’t get how he could say that to you!” James was saying to Sirius. “It’s just…it’s so intolerant! So homophobic! It’s terrible!”
“He’s Regulus. I don’t know why you’re surprised. Honestly went better than I thought. Thought he was gonna hex me or something,” Sirius said with a shrug.
“Yeah Prongs, newsflash. People are homophobic.” Remus clearly wasn’t torn up about it either.
“James! He’s staring at you again.” You repeated, tugging on James’s sleeve. James turned to look at Regulus. Sure enough he was staring and once James looked over, Regulus blushed and dropped his head.
“Just forget about him.” Sirius suggested, “We have.”
James couldn’t let it go. You and him were on a late night walk, trying to find some place in the castle you could hook up in. Sirius and Remus had claimed the dorm room and exiled Peter to the common room. Marlene had Yaz in the girl’s room and Lily would have had your head if you had even tried to bring James there. He was still stewing as you walked.
“Regulus is just so awful to Sirius. And he knows better. He should know better. I just hate him so much and I’d honest to god kill him if I knew that Sirius wouldn’t be a little cross with me about it.” James was ranting. You had finally found a classroom that wasn’t locked and you pulled James into it.
“James, baby, please. Stop talking about Regulus. God, I almost feel like you want him more than you want me.” You said with an eye roll.
“What?”
“You haven’t stopped talking about for two entire days. You honestly sound like you want to hate fuck him.”
“What the hell is wrong with you?” James looked appalled.
“Just saying. Hate and love are really close emotions. It makes sense that you would be a little confused about it.”
“Confused? What the fuck could you mean?”
“James. Haven’t you noticed that the entire time you ranted about Regulus you’ve gotten harder and harder?” You looked down at James’s pants which were practically tented with how strong James’s erection was. James was surprised at this and shook his head.
“Channel this energy,” you said, holding his face in your hands, “and fuck me really really hard.” You smashed your lips against his. He resisted at first before giving and and kissing you back. It was toothy and intense and you think James might have bit you a few times but it was delicious and it was different. Your clothes were coming off and were being thrown in every direction. James had you backed onto a desk as he was fumbling with his belt buckle, his lips still on yours when you heard the door to the classroom creak open.
“Fuck,” you cursed, crossing your arms over your chest and turned to see who had spoiled your fun. When you saw it, you couldn’t help but giggle.
It was Regulus Black.
“What the fuck do you want?” James barked, pulling his belt out of the loops and unzipping his pants. You were a little confused as to why he wasn’t stopping but you weren’t any less turned on.
“I’m,” Regulus had to clear his throat, “I’m doing prefect rounds. I ought to give you a detention. What are you even doing?” Regulus was walking slowly towards James.
“Hi Reg,” you said, leaning up on your elbows so Regulus could see you. Regulus froze in place when he saw you and scowled.
“Oh, a hundred points from Gryffindor.” He hissed.
“You have no authority to do that and you know it.” James growled.
“Come on Reg, we’re just having a little fun.” You said with a light shrug.
“Shut the fuck you stupid halfblood.” Regulus snapped.
“That’s it. Perfectus totalus.” James pointed his wand at Regulus. Regulus went rigid and dropped to the ground. James maneuvered Regulus with his wand so Regulus was sitting in a chair facing the desk you were laid on.
“I’m tired,” James said, raking a hand through his messy hair, “of your bullshit. I know you’re in love with me, Reg. Everyone has noticed you staring at me. But you’re a piece of shit and awful to my best friend and my girlfriend so now you’re going to watch me fuck her brains out.”
You got even wetter at that. James turned back to you and attacked your neck, leaving large teeth impressions around your neck and clavicle. He pushed two fingers into you, causing you to throw your head back and moan. You kept your eyes open and on Regulus. He was staring at you with a mix of hate and lust, his pupils blown and his fists balled. The hex seemed to be wearing off but he made no indication that he was going to move from his seat. James added another finger inside you and curved them so they brushed against your g-spot. You moaned again, grasping James’s wrist and fucking yourself on his fingers. James was moaning with you, obviously extra turned on by the situation. He pressed his thumb against your clit and began moving it in quick small circles and you came, moaning James’s name and carding your fingers in his hair. He kissed you again before taking his cock out and helping you off the desk. He turned so he was facing Regulus and pushed your head down towards his cock. You took the hint and started to suck him off, relaxing your jaw and gently massaging his balls with your free hand. You looked up at him but James’s eyes were fixated on Regulus. James had his hand on the back of your head and he pushed your head suddenly against him. Your gag reflect instantly activated and you were gagging and spitting around him but you noticed that James barely seemed to care and then you heard Regulus moan. James released you and you fell backwards, breathing heavily and looked between the two boys. You were right. They did need to hate fuck but you had a feeling that wouldn’t happen tonight. Tonight, James wanted to punish Regulus. Make him a voyeur.
James grabbed your arm roughly and pushed you back onto the desk. He kissed you deeply and you could tell he felt a little bad about how rough he was being but one quick finger to your pussy and he would have seen that all it did was make you wetter. James pushed inside you. You moaned loudly, locking eyes with Regulus. Regulus’s erection was straining against his pants and his nails were digging into his palms. There were beads of sweat forming on his forehead.
“He’s so big, Regulus,” you whispered as James fucked you. You were getting close and so was James. His thrusts were getting sloppier and his breath was heavy on your neck.
“He feels so good, Reg,” you said again.
“Shut up,” Regulus said through clenched teeth. That got James’s attention as his head snapped up and looked back at Regulus. You came around James’ cock, moaning loudly and raking your nails down James’s back. James pulled out of you before he came and stared hard at Regulus.
“Come here,” he said, practically vibrating with rage, “and suck my girlfriend’s juices off my cock.”
You could only stare at Regulus as he stood on shaky legs and walked over to James. He fell to his knees and stared up at James with wide eyes before taking James in his mouth. James’s eyes shut and he carded his fingers in Regulus’s hair before pushing Regulus’s head down on his cock roughly. Regulus’s eyes shot open in surprise and he gagged, his fingers pressing bruises into James’s thighs.
“Don’t stop, I’m going to cum.” James commanded. Regulus’s eyes were tearing up but he was nodding and opening his mouth even wider for James. James came and Regulus was caught by surprise swallowing some of it but backing away too quickly so his face and hair were coated the remainder of James’s cum.
Everyone took a moment just to steady their breathing before James looked down at Regulus and said in the coldest voice you had ever heard from him,
“Don’t you ever call my girlfriend a dirty half blood or tell my best friend he’s going to hell again. Now get out of my sight.”
#James potter#James potter smut#James potter x reader#James potter x reader smut#Aaron Taylor johnson#James potter x regulus black#regulus black smut#jegulus#marauders#dead gay wizards#sirius black#remus lupin#Sirius Black x remus lupin#wolfstar
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Some spoilers from Analyze the characters: Ashes of Dreams:(Source Lyrics and Example: song) Spoiler from Tsofph Season 11 Season 10(Chapter2 Fake World) and High Five!! (Tsofph Concept)
No matter what happens don't blame yourself.
Sonic franchise story
Tails: Say Sonic. Am I a burden to you.....or do you even need me?
Sonic: Why are you asking me?
Tails: That's because I can't do anything only to give a burden to you! Even when the world is at stake and you nearly die! I always just watch...! You've always been there to save me, and all I can do is follow you around!
Sonic: That's not really true at all buddy. You don't know how much you saved my life.
Tails: But.....when you need someone to save you.....I can't be there for you.....it's just hurt me so much.....!!
Sonic: Tails......
Tails: Who will be there for you when you're all alone?!
In Tsofph season 6
Syaoran: Sonic.....I'm sorry I can't protect you as I promise....Am I a burden to you.....or do you even need me?
Sonic: Syaoran......
Syaoran: I....did break a tattoo.....because of that....I was causing you so much grief to you.
Sonic: It's not your fault.....it never be yours....
Syaoran: But......
Sonic: No matter what happens don't blame yourself.......
Syaoran: I promised I won't leave you behind or leave you alone.
Sonic: But Syaoran......each one of us is different. I'd be better than you in some ways, less than you in others....
Syaoran: Who will be there for you when you're alone? Who will be there when you need someone one day?
Sonic: What's wrong with living alone? I mean everyone has their own freedom even Tails....?
Syaoran: Sometimes we need someone even though you said you can walk alone. This is "love". "Love" can make you not want to lose half of your life just like me, Sakura, Chester-San, and Velvet-San. When that time comes, you will hurt just like me with you now.
Sonic: "Love".....huh.....I did understand about love from family and friends but I never felt like what you said at all.....so that's mean....I don't have a heart?
Syaoran: You did have a heart but you didn't understand "love".
Sonic: .......?
Syaoran: How about this then.....I'll protect you until you find your answer. Not only just what am I? But also this feeling that is hard like a rock even humans can't understand this "love" clearly.
Sonic: Then promise me then, Syaoran. Do not burden yourself.
Syaoran: ...............
Tsofph season 9(final judgement)
Sonic: "I told you before not to burden yourself"
Syaoran: Sonic...?
Sonic: Syaoran....me too.....I really....really love you so much.....I never felt this love before......because of Punch....or maybe from myself.....but then...."love" can mean a lot of different things, can't it?
Syaoran: Sonic? You're acting weird? Is there something wrong?
Sonic: No matter what happened don't blame yourself and I'm so sorry.....if not because of "us", you shouldn't shoulder our problems, or maybe Tails have a normal life without me.
Syoaran: Sonic...! Don't......I chose this journey because of Sakura, not you.
Sonic: To not let that event happen again. Like what happened to Maria and Shadow....I need to protect you.....
Syaoran: No......!
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Sonic: I didn't want any of my friends to die because of my power. But I also didn't want to live if it meant you would all die in my place.....But then I realized...I'd only think of myself the entire time. Amy was right all along...
Syaoran: I know you can walk your path alone and it must be hard sometimes. But I swear I'll be there with you. Until the very end. This time I'll never let you go, I'll always take your hand no matter whether we are gone or go on a new adventure.
Sonic: Thanks......no....thank you...it's such a strange feeling. I know that we've still got plenty of fighting up ahead. And it's for me and Punch.
Syaoran: You're worth fighting for. That's why I don't regret if this path is wrong.
Sonic: And as always, I believe in you, Syaoran.
In Tsofph season 7
Danny: Punch....Am I a burden to you.....or do you even need me?
Punch: Why are you asking me of all sudden?
Danny: That's because I can't do anything only to give a burden to you! Even when the world is at stake and you nearly die! I always just watch...! You've always been there to save me, and all I can do is follow you around! I fail as a hero duty just like before and before....all I can do is just....watch them die like ash.....
Punch: That's not true at all, Danny. You did help me.
Danny: I can't let you die.....
Punch: .................
Danny: I can't let you be alone......I can't... You're more than anyone else. You're special.....
In Tsofph Season 11(Chapter1 Secret Truth of the Past(Gilgamesh’s Journal)):
Gilgamesh: I'm sorry.....Humbaba....if you'd told me sooner.....if we....
Enkidu: Gil.......Am I a burden to you.....or do you even need me?
Gilgamesh: Why are you asking me of all sudden?
Enkidu: If not because of my error failure, both you nor Humbaba wouldn't end up like this.
Gilgaemsh: Don't say that nonsense! It's not your fault.....it's my---
Enkidu: I had made my decision to punish you as my design as a tool. You was alone, a creature neither god nor human. With the characteristics of both sides, your viewpoint ranged so wide and so far not even the gods could understand the things he saw. An excess of power lead to an excess of loneliness. Even so, you did not give up your place as king. Both You and Punch had chosen the path of abandoning the gods and hating humans. So Gil.....when you need someone to save you.....I can't be there for you.....it's just hurt me so much.....who will be there for you when you need the most?
Gilgamesh: That's.........!
Enkidu: You did have a heart.....you still be you.....my wish is the same as Peter...I want you to be you.....even if such is ordained fate, I could never bring myself to harm you.
Sonic franchise story
Sonic: Every time you save me....I did see my other self stand right before me. You remind me of "my brothers" so much. Two completely different but look exactly the same......but you're different. Your heart is different. You even not actually much like me too. But I'm glad you have been your own way.
Shadow: ........?
Sonic: I'm searching for you "my brothers". I want to meet you "my brothers".
Shadow: But......I'm right here, Sonic.
Sonic: I know.....what I mean is......I want to meet them.....I want to save them......I want to thank you them......"my brothers".
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Punch: Hey, humans are always alone moving on in search for a companion your beautiful future has yet to start(I am alone but still I can't be alone.)
Tsubasa: The dream still live on but you...............
Gilgamesh: Rowing this lonely boat, along the bonfire that assembles grief. In this little haven of a world. Multitudes of ARIAs are resounding.
#Tsubasa of Phantasia#drafts#draft#sakuraswordly#tsofph#High Five!#will delete later#Relationship between Syaoran and Sonic#unbreakable bond#Relationship between Peter and Punch
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(likely a modern AU so the timeline fits)
Eddie feels so very, very torn about the Hobbit movies. He loves the music and hums "the Misty Mountains Cold" before he can catch himself, but he not very silently screams about all the crap that was added for no reason and, the bad CGI? A travesty, your honor! He glares at the screen when Legolas appears and utters "where the fuck did you come from?", he loves the casting choice for Bilbo but absolutely roasts the idiotic way that the screenwriters butchered Bilbo's relationship with the dwarves and the way it evolved.
But the thing he never forgives those movies for is that unbelievably idiotic love triangle and the way it made others tear up when Eddie's soul temporarily left his body to punch Peter Jackson. Because it DOES. NOT. MAKE. SENSE. There was no development. The flirting was bad, trust him, he knows what good flirting looks like and this ain't it. Eddie hates it with passion, especially the scene that overshadows the incredibly powerful one with Thorin's death. He is PISSED. The scene is so so SO lazy and Thrandúil did not deserve this disrespect. Shit, even the weird added ginger elf Tauriel did not deserve it. Yes, we're talking this scene:
Eddie mocks the shit out of this. He gobbles up all the memes and there is a 50/50 chance in the months after he saw the fateful scene that his contempt for it would bubble up.
"Hey Eddie," asks Steve whe he sees Eddie between moving boxes when they finally find an apartment together . "Why aren't you packing?"
And Eddie, instead of saying "I'm taking a break," clutches his chest and chokes out, "because it was real, Steve!"
When Eddie goes to buy groceries and Steve unpacks them, he notices that Eddie bought two bags of potatoes instead of one. "Why did you get two?" he asks.
Eddie rummages through his pockets and produces the receipt. "Because the discount was real!" he says with a mock sob and points at the potatoes being 30% off.
And Steve is a patient man, he really is, but when Eddie tells him that the claws were real as a response to his question why is Eddie all scratched from their cat and refuses to elaborate, he threatens that if it doesn't stop being real, he's going to get a set of the Hobbit movie posters for his side of the bedroom and proudly display them.
Eddie bitches, moans, threatens, but eventually he moves past the idiotic love triangle.
When they lie together, falling asleep, Eddie mutters into Steve's neck "I can't believe that stupid threat worked on me. Why would you even thing about something like that?"
Steve turns to him with a deadpan expression and says:
"Because it was real."
#steve harrington#eddie munson#stranger things#steddie#steddie drabble#stranger things drabble#steddie watches hobbit#one half of steddie hates certain parts of hobbit
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Billy Hargrove x Reader !Panic Attack!SA!
You were sitting outside Tommy H's house on the steps, Steve, Nancy, and Robin standing around you. "Y/N the police are here..." Robin says sadly, while touching your shoulder. You flinched away from her touch, not realizing who it was as you were lost in thought.
"Hello Miss L/N. I need you to explain to me in detail what happened between you and Mr Jones." The officer asks. What happened... What did happen.
You and your friends decided to go to Tommy's party. Your boyfriend Billy decided not to go as he got into a fight with Tommy and didn't feel like seeing him. Which was fine with you as Billy couldn't ever keep him hands off you, even in public when you two are supposed to be keeping your relationship a secret. He didn't want his popularity and reputation to ruin your high school experience.
So tonight you went alone, hanging out and chatting to your friends. You split off with them for a moment to get a drink when Peter Jones came up to you. Billy had warned you about him, saying he was very abusive towards women and you knew how much Billy hated that because of the way his father was to his mother.
You placed your drink down on the counter and tried to ignore him as much as possible but he practically cornered you. When you turned away for a split second to look for Steve to help you he put a pill in your drink and without even knowing it when you turned back to him you took a sip.
You then began to feel dizzy and faint. You were confused as this was your first drink of the night and Peter noticed quickly. "Wow... You don't look well." He smirked. "Let me help you." He whispers while grabbing onto you. You tried pushing him away but you felt too weak.
He pulled you to Tommy's parents bedroom and locked the door, throwing you onto the bed. He began to take his time with you, leaning down to kiss you, your neck, and massage your breasts.
He then stuck his hands up your dress and into your underwear, violently rubbing your clit, making you cry. He took so long that the effects of the pill started to wear off as the pill wasn't fully dissolved and you only took a small sip.
You started to scream and push him. He immediately pinned down your legs with his legs as you were trying to kick him, and then he punched you across the face, busting open your lip. That didn't stop you though, you screamed and cried, he just kept on hitting you. Your cheekbone swelled, and a gash opened on your forehead, and blood trickled down from your left nostril
You cried more as you heard him unbuckling and pulling down his pants. Suddenly the door burst open to show Steve, Robin, and Nancy. Peter quickly got up, trying to pull his pants. "L-Look man this isn't-" Steve didn't even let him finish his sentence before punching him directly into his nose, breaking it in the process. Nancy and Robin ran to your aid and helped you sit up and they tried to comfort you the best they could as Steve beat Peter to a pulp.
The whole party had left besides Tommy, who ran in and pulled Steve off him. Steve fought for a minute before shrugging Tommy off and running over to you. You held onto your bruised and bloody face as you cried. Robin stood up and walked to Peter who was still somehow conscious.
She stomped down on his groin, causing his body to bend forward in pain. "Fuck you, you piece of shit." She spit in his face.
And now you are here. On the steps getting interviewed by the police. The paramedics tried touching you but just as with Robin you wanted nobody touching you. "Miss Y/N?" The female officer mumbles.
"Where's my dad?" You ask. "He's on his way." He was going to be so disappointed in you. Your father, Hopper, had forbidden you from going to parties for this exact reason and if you had just listened to him this wouldn't have happened.
Suddenly your anxiety rose and panic set in. Your whole world felt spiny, and like it was closing in on you. The memory of what happened and the thought of your father being disappointed and disgusted with you terrified you. Your breathing became fast and hard.
You clutched your chest. "Y/N?" Nancy calls for you. Her voice felt so far even though she was standing right next to you. There was only one person who could comfort you right now. Billy.
"Call... Billy." You managed to get out. "What?" Steve asks in confusion. "I need... Billy. Please." You begged, not being able to speak anymore. "What are you waiting for Harrington?! Call Billy!" Robin yells, smacking Steve's arm. He obliged and ran inside to call Billy on Tommy's phone. The officer backed up from you as you were on the verge of pushing her away as it was. You couldn't breathe, were you having a heart attack? No.. Couldn't be.
Hot tears were streaming down your face. Steve ran back out. "He's on his way." Steve answers. "Y/N it's okay-" "Don't touch me!" You scream at Steve as he tried to touch your arm.
He pulled away, more anguish fell into your body as you felt bad for yelling at him. It wasn't his fault, he knew that, but you didn't know that he knew that. You sobbed out some sorry's and Steve tried to reassure you it was okay and he knew you were in pain right now but you shook your head in anger.
Still clutching your chest you rested your head on your knees sobbing into them. Not even two minutes later a familiar roar of an engine boomed through the streets.
The drive from Billy's to Tommy's was long, even driving so that's how you knew Billy sped his ass over here. The roars stopped in front of the house and you looked up to see Billy opening his car door and looking around before seeing you. You could see the confusion in his face as he saw the police cars and paramedics everywhere, he was lucky enough to even get a parking spot in front of the house.
He quickly ran to you and knelt down to your level, grabbing your arms. He was going to ask what happened but he saw a look in your eyes that was far too familiar. Terror. You were absolutely terrified. Not at what happened entirely but what was happening to you at the moment. He knew what was going on, he's had many panic attacks in his life because of his father.
So he grabbed your hands with one of his and his other hand cupped one of your cheeks, wiping away the tears. You winced slightly as his thumb went over your bruised cheek bone.
"Y/N listen to me... You're having a panic attack." You had heard of them, of course Billy told you about his attacks also. You feel as though you were dying, which you definitely felt like you were. "I can get you through it okay? But you need to listen to me." You weakly nodded.
"Breathe in through your nose." He says, breathing deeply through your nose. You copied his actions. "Then out your mouth." He says while releasing the breath he was holding it out of his mouth.
You breathed out a snaky breath through your mouth. "Okay good. Keep on doing that until you feel better okay? I'll do it with you." You nod. You and Billy do the same motions over and over again until you felt a full breath of air fill your lungs.
The group stared in shock. You kept your eyes on Billy until you heard a door slam. You looked over and saw your dad running over to the scene and looking around for you. He finally made eye contact with you and his face softened and he gave you a sad and scared look. "Y/N.." He mumbled under his breath, quickly running over to you. Billy stood up. "Dad..." You cried. He knelt down to you and hugged you tight, surprising you as you thought he'd yell at you or lecture you. You hugged him back and cried into his shoulder. "Let's give them some space." Robin mumbled to the group.
They nodded, Steve and Nancy following her to the side of the home. Billy stared at you for a moment before walking with them. "Can somebody tell me what the hell happened?" Billy says in anger. "Um.. I don't... We don't know how to put it in words." Nancy mumbles in sadness. "Well find one Wheeler I don't got all fucking night." "Alright man relax." Steve hissed at Billy.
"Relax? I just calmed my girlfriend down from a panic attack, There's bruising on her legs and her face is fucking busted. Don't tell me to relax Harrington-" "Alright!" Robin yells. "Y/N was almost raped tonight Billy." Robin answers. Billy stared at her, not knowing what to say.
"What'd you just say?" Billy asks. "Y/N was drugged and assaulted by Peter Jones." Steve says, Billy glaring at the floor. "Looks like you did a number on him Steve." Robin says as police officers take him out of the ambulance in cuffs. Billy turns around, even though his face was destroyed he could tell it was him.
"Mother fu..." Billy mumbles under his breath, storming over to him "Wait- Billy don't-" Steve yelled but he was too late as Billy slammed Peter against the police car by his collar, the officer getting knocked down from the impact of Billy grabbing him.
"You like beating women huh?!" He yelled, punching him across the face. "How fucking dare you hurt my girl you piece of shit-!" "Hargrove!" Hopper yelled grabbing his shoulder. "Let him go." Billy scoffed. "He needs to suffer." "Yes he does. Trust me I feel every bit of anger you do but.. Don't... Don't do this in front of her." He whispers the last part to Billy.
Billy turned his head slightly to look at you over his shoulder. You were watching the whole thing. "She's been through enough tonight she doesn't need to see you leaving in handcuffs too." Billy stared at the ground. "Now I need to talk to my officers, go to her and comfort her." Hopper says. Billy thought for a moment before turning back to Peter. He let Peter go, spitting at his feet and glaring at him.
Billy then hurriedly ran over to you and sat next to you. You immediately hugged him, crying into his chest. He hugged you tightly and whispered sweet things into your ear, occasionally giving you a kiss on the head.
He loved you more than anything and he was never... Ever, going to let anyone hurt you again.
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#billy hargove x reader#billy hargrove#steve harrington#stranger things s4#steve harrington my beloved#harringrove#billy stranger things#nancy wheeler#steve and robin#robin
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no but imagine during their situationship, troubles at a party and some girl comes up to her and asks if peters single (bc they’re always together and if anyone knew, it’d be trouble) and she plays it cool like “yeah, why?” and the girls like “no way! i always thought you two were dating! do you think i’d have a chance?” and trouble’s eye is twitching as she’s trying so hard to play it cool like😀😀😀 “ofc!! let me introduce you”😀😀🔫
nooooo wait wait wait WAIT
feeling slightly mopey, you take a trip to the garage for a game of beer pong. you'd rather not watch peter flirt with another girl, especially one that was prettier and most likely funnier and smarter.
you felt like you were brave, until she walked up to peter, then the anxiety settled in your chest. after a quick game you needed to check out the scene, heart dropping when both of them are gone from the previous spot.
you were terrified peter had taken things to a quieter spot... like his bedroom. until that same girl gave you a shooting glare from her group of friends, it had you confused until a heavy arm draped across your shoulder.
'upstairs. now.' it sounded very short, like peter was doing his best to keep everything in check until he had you alone. you've only seen peter heavily annoyed at best, but two words had your stomach churning, he sounded mad.
the second he had his door shut, peter hissed out at you.
'what the fuck are you doing?' you step back, suddenly feeling like you're being attacked.
'what? i don't...'
'no, you know. the fuck was that, trouble? a test?'
you shake your head, 'no? i don't know what you mean.'
peter's arms cross over his chest, he looks taller than normal. 'no? you have no idea why you sent another girl over to me? no idea why she said you told her i was free game?'
he's being extremely condescending, it makes you shrink down.
you keep your eyes on your shoes, 'i dunno. she asked if you were single.' peter's voice hitches, 'and you said yes?'
your head snaps up, 'well! what was i supposed to say?'
deadpan, 'no. you say no.' your eyes narrow, 'i love when you change the terms of our relationship and forget to fill me in.'
peter sighs, dropping his arms, he speaks clear and calmly.
'i don't like you thinking i'm looking for someone or something else. i'm working on something with you, alright? no one needs to know the details of us, all they need to know is i'm not available, and neither are you.'
you squeak your shoes on his floor, 'oh.' you don't want to admit the summersaults your heart just did. 'so like... label wise.. is that...'
he doesn't know the answer either. 'i don't think of myself as single, but...' he doesn't want to say the wrong thing, you'll say it for him. 'you don't think of yourself as my boyfriend.'
peter's response is a small head shake, you hum and roll your bottom lip between your thumb and pointer finger, trying to think of the right term.
'hanging out?'
peter tilts his head, you finish your thought. 'hanging out, right? we're not dating, but we're not single. we're hanging out, right? i mean, is that a good enough answer if someone asks?
'yeah. that's good, we're just hanging out, right?'
you smirk and punch his shoulder, 'me and my bro, just a couple of guys hanging out.'
'nevermind, i'm single.'
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People I wanna know better tag meme
Tagged by the lovely @syrena-del-mar!
who already knows me very well and i'm punching the next time i see her
Last song?
i got a cd player for christmas so i'm currently just going through all my cds and happen to be listening to my one jonas brothers cd that i have that i got for free when i saw them back in 2019
Favorite color?
i've always preferred to nature related colors (except my purple girly phase). i constantly cycle between green, blue, and yellow and right now i've been obsessed with shades of blue.
Currently watching?
seriously watching: hospital playlist. i prefer watching shows in their original language so i'm watching the subbed version. because i can't multitask (except that time i helped my brother stuff gyoza while watching an episode) i have to sit and pay attention to watch. but i love medical dramas and the storylines, omg. i'm only on episode 5 but i'm in love
casual watching: one piece. i'm only watching the dubbed version because there are too many episodes and i can only sit still for so long. but i'm currently more than halfway through the impel down arc. and my boys buggy, ace, sanji, and zorro have my entire heart
Last movie?
streamed: bitconned on netflix. it was during my monthly true crime binge and i went through murder and decided to end it with good old fashion schemes to end the night
in theaters: i went with my brother to go see the beekeepr with my brother last week. it was the stupidest fucking movie istg. i'm so mad we wasted our gift cards on that. it was only $14 for tickets but still. he wanted to see it because it was stupid. i'm just mad they brought my boy josh hutcherson into that train wreck during his renaissance. jason statham, you are better than this.
Sweet/Spicy/Savory?
i like spicy food a lot. love it. had to learn to love it since my mom would just dump spice in everything without adjusting. but i prefer spicy and savory over sweet. i don't like things that are too sweet. i bake a lot but don't really eat much of it.
Relationship status?
pathetically single. i've been single the entire 24 years i've plagued this earth. not from a lack of trying. just nobody, that i know of for certain, has ever been interested in me.
Current obsessions?
hospital playlist and this goddamn fic that i spent like 6 hours talking to roo about. i bought a notebook for the fic and everything. going to seriously plot it out and everything.
Last thing you googled?
"did hook die at the end of peter pan"
i took a brief detour from writing chapter 15 of my current fic to do some research for my new pet project and landed here
Selfie or another pic you took?
2 for one special. here's a picture i took at the aquarium back in 2017 and the edited version of it that i did in college. it's my favorite picture that i've ever taken omg. i love jellyfish. they're so beautiful
Tagging: @amyyscorner @ashitshowforalot @kangaracharacha @tfshouldidohere @hyuuukais @puppysmileseungmin @itshannjisung @kai-lee08
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[DB AU] how would Pyrite!Tony react to learning exactly what happened to Peter (including that it was an alternate version of himself). Obviously this would depend on Peter making it back and maybe Tony also seeing Peter’s clear discomfort around him now.
[[this snippet also answers another question sent in: "How might Pyrite!Tony and Pyrite!Peter's react to seeing each other, after P!Peter returns home? Would P!Peter ever tell P!Tony about the details of alt-Tony? How would the kidnapping affect their relationship?"
warnings for: allusions to noncon and grooming, mentions of long-term captivity, general Sads]]
Tony thought he knew why Peter was so uncomfortable with him.
Their parents didn't seem to notice, or if they did, they were chalking it up to something else. Peter being ashamed of the big brother he idolized knowing about what had happened to him, maybe, some kind of insecurity along those lines.
If they'd really recognized it– the way Peter alternated between always watching Tony out of the corner of his eye and not being able to look at him at all, the way he went tense when Tony moved too suddenly, the way he hovered close to them but sat as far away from Tony as possible– if they'd really recognized it, they would've said something by now. They certainly wouldn't have left Peter alone with him.
It hurt, but it wasn't like Tony didn't deserve it. He had betrayed Peter's trust in a way, even if it had taken– some scumbag– taking him, keeping him, using him for Peter to realize it– so now here he was, sitting by Peter's bedside and trying to figure out how to say 'I promise I won't hurt you' to someone who had no reason to believe him.
Peter was in one of his avoidant moods. He had a mug of hot chocolate cupped between his hands and was staring down into it, quiet, the mood heavy and awkward between them while their parents dealt with phonecalls to law enforcement and publicists elsewhere in the house.
And then Peter took a breath, and he said, "Do you believe in multiverse theory?"
The non-sequitur and the fact that Peter was talking to him at all took Tony aback, but– he thought he understood.
He'd thought a lot about different versions of himself that might have made different decisions while Peter was gone, after all.
"I don't see why not," he said, slow, wanting to leave the door open for Peter to take the conversation in whatever direction he liked. "The science isn't anywhere near proving it, but the atom didn't care how long it took us to discover it, right?"
Peter nodded, almost absent-minded, his eyes still trained on his mug of cocoa. He was quiet for so long that Tony was scrambling to think of anything to say to not lose that tiny thread of connection– a joke, a string of science talk to get Peter excited, an admission of all the choices he thought the best version of himself would've made instead– but Peter still beat him to the punch.
"Mom and… our parents can't know this," he said abruptly, tipping his head slightly towards Tony even though he still didn't cut his eyes Tony's way. "They'd just think I'm crazy, probably. But it's real. The multiverse, I mean."
A chill crept into Tony's blood as he stared, Peter's words and their implications slowly sinking in.
Because there were two possibilities here, and they were both bad.
First, Peter was crazy; he'd cracked under the weight of everything he'd been through and they had an entirely different kind of recovery ahead of them than they'd thought.
Or second–
It never had made sense how Peter just disappeared out of his room.
"Yeah?" Tony prompted, and it was harder than he expected to keep the tremble out of his voice.
Peter hummed an affirmative, blinking slowly like there was something hypnotic to the warm brown of the cocoa in his mug, and he lifted his shoulder in a little shrug before he said, "It was you. Or, not you. Another version of you, I guess. He was older. And his eyes were blue?"
It didn't make sense. It didn't make sense. Cold all the way to his bones, Tony said, "Pete, what?"
Peter finally glanced at him then. Just quickly, there and gone, checking Tony's expression.
The cocoa in his mug started to ripple when he said, soft, "The man who took me."
The man who took him. The man who'd taken him away for months, for over a year until even their mother had started to give up hope, who'd left them to be tortured with questions of where and why and what, who'd put that haunted look in Peter's eyes and made it so that he couldn't stand to be touched except through layers of bundled blankets or heavy sweaters, the man who'd– who'd–
Peter's hands were still trembling around his mug, but he was the one to fill the silence again when Tony could only stare, horror-struck and unprocessing.
"He was… he was his Peter's dad. Um, the Peter in his world was his kid, I mean. They weren't brothers." Peter breathed a shaky sigh, like the words themselves were heavy. "But that Peter died, and so D– so that Tony… He wanted a replacement. So he took me."
"Pete," Tony said unsteadily, because he just– he needed a minute, he needed– he needed this to stop, he needed Peter to say he was joking, he needed things to make sense–
But Peter was suddenly in tears then, sniffling, his voice wavering wetly as the words kept coming: "He was like… a dictator, I guess? He took over the world. Or the country, I don't know, all the newspapers were about how great he was so it's not like… B-but he could do whatever he wanted. He'd just, like– execute people? You know?"
It was ridiculous. Science fiction. The type of thing someone came up with to distance themselves from the all-too-real horror of being chained to a radiator a few miles from home by an average, everyday creep.
But–
"It was really scary," Peter said, hunched over his mug to steady it in his shaking hands. "I was scared all the time. He never, he never hit me– I wasn't lying about that–"
He'd tried to lie about the rest of it, about what had been done to him, but the way he'd crumbled into tears just at their mother's horrified, faltering implication of a question had given him away.
But watching him shake, watching the words pour out of him now like poison that he needed to purge– Tony was absolutely, sickeningly certain that he wasn't lying.
"–but it was still s-so… I never knew what he was going to do? To me or someone else or…" Peter lifted one hand to wipe at his eyes, and his voice broke when he kept going. "He made me call him 'Dad.'"
That was the thing that made his steady trickle of tears tip over into a hitching sob, and Tony didn't want to think about why. He didn't want to think about any of this– he didn't want to know about any of this; he didn't know what he was going to do with the rising tides of guilt and horror and regret flooding his heart and lungs and throat, and he wasn't even the one who had a right to be upset here, he wasn't the one who'd had to live it–
Peter had one hand pressed to his mouth, covering the grimace of his quiet sobs while his mug tipped dangerously close to spilling.
"Your drink–" Tony said, helpless, useless, so fucking useless, hearing all of that and worrying about fucking chocolate stains on Peter's covers like that mattered, but what else could he say? What else could he possibly do or fix when it was his face that was making Peter break down and sob like this, when every second just had to be a reminder of–
Peter heard him, though, and he adjusted his grip, because even in the middle of crying his mangled little heart out he was still perfect and good and someone Tony shouldn't even be allowed near.
But maybe that was the thing he could fix.
"Kid–"
Tony's voice cracked, and he cleared his throat hard, pulling himself together. He wasn't going to let Peter feel– fucking guilty about this, and he wouldn't put that past him, even now.
He tried again:
"...Do you want me to leave?"
It was almost a relief to think about. Accepting that he didn't have a place in Peter's life and slinking away to where he couldn't hurt him; putting that corner of his heart to bed for good. He'd thought so much while Peter was gone about whether Peter would've been better off never getting involved with him, and there would be some closure in knowing it for sure.
But instead of sending him away, Peter groaned, "I don't know," wrung out and scrubbing one sleeve across his damp eyes. "No. I don't know. I'm just… I know you didn't… b-but I… do you believe me?"
It felt like confessing to a crime somehow, accepting that he believed some other version of himself out there could be that kind of monster.
But Tony wasn't going to lie.
"Yeah, kid. I… fuck."
He cleared his throat again, chasing away the tightness that wanted to gather there, and if he couldn't help the prickling in his eyes– well, Peter wasn't looking at him anyway.
"M'sorry. For everything. I'm– yeah." He shook his head, and Peter deserved more from him– so, so much more from him– but he had to move on then, because if he gave Peter the apology he deserved and let all of it spill out he really would just break down right there and fuck up everything worse than it already was. "This– this– fucker– how did you– can he follow you? I've gotta– I won't let it happen again. Pete, I won't let it happen again."
It was a stupid thing to promise, probably. The whole idea still sounded like fiction, and Tony didn't even know where to start with– finding some way to anchor Peter to home, making some kind of multiversal warning system, cutting their whole fucking universe off from whatever else was out there if that's what it took, but–
If another version of himself had figured out how to tamper with the multiverse, then so could he. And this was something he could fix.
Peter stared at him, then. Not a sideways glance, but an outright, unprocessing stare like it was beyond belief that– what, that Tony would believe him? Want to help him? Care about keeping him safe?
Care about him at all?
Tony clenched his jaw, fingernails biting into the meat of his palms with the effort of pushing down every other thought and feeling and impulse, and he said, "I won't let anyone hurt you."
Peter's gaze went distant, almost like he hadn't heard Tony at all. He blinked slowly, and then his eyes meandered away from Tony and back down to his lap. He finally took a long sip of his cocoa, and then shrugged.
"He can't follow me," Peter said finally, slowly. Dreamlike, almost, like he had to hunt around for the words and was surprised to find them. "He's… gone. So it's okay."
It was a relief to hear that the guy was "gone." It was another moment of horror to imagine what that meant for Peter; what he'd had to see and go through and what else was lurking in his memories for him to dole out in soft, uncertain, devastating words.
And it hurt to have him brush away Tony's promises. Without even an instant of taking comfort in them, without even a second of his old starry-eyed gratitude, and Tony didn't need that from him but– to see it so clearly, how his words didn't hold any weight at all anymore after what Peter had been through– and why would they, why would they when it was Tony who was saying them–
Tony didn't know if he was trying to reassure Peter or punish himself, if he was fishing for forgiveness or reprobation, but the words finally clawed their way out of his chest in a wave of sincerity and self-hatred that he couldn't stop:
"I won't hurt you," he said, desperate, and it was what he'd wanted to say all along. "We're– all of that is done, okay? I would never hurt you. Never."
And Peter–
Smiled.
Not a sweet smile. Not a shy smile or a relieved smile or anything at all like an expression Tony would ever expect to see on Peter's face. It was a tiny, bitter twist of his lips as he stared down into his mug, his gaze so faraway that he may as well have still been in another universe, and Tony's heart dropped before he even spoke.
"I know," Peter said, simple.
And with the same terrible certainty that Tony had known that Peter's story was true– this time, he knew that Peter was lying.
#fic: double blind#multiverse: kidnapping au#fic response#ursa interlude:#this took forever because I started so strong and then abruptly lost steam like#half a page from the end#nonnies I am sure you already forgot you asked these questions but! here you go!#the second question also included a bit about time distortion between the two universes which is interesting but not what I went with here!
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