#and yes I told my friend about him in this and she cackled while saying *SEEE I TOLD YOUUUUUUUUU HE GOT IT* dfsgsfg
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Peter Parker x Fem!Reader
Naked
Summary: In which Reader walks in on a naked Peter, Reader laughs, Peter becomes insecure. Reader decides to show herself naked back in the worst moment possible. Based on the episode of New Girl with Jess and Nick lol <3
Warnings: Nudity, slight smut? Like it’s not crazy smutty, Peter fantasizes about reader while with someone else for a hot minute lol
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“You are not gonna believe this!” Peter’s voice can be heard from the front door of your shared New York Loft.
You, Mj, Peter and Ned were all living together and sharing rent while you all attended College. It was chaotic at times, but it worked out.
At the end of the day, it was nice to be snuggled up on the couch watching a cheesy horror movie with your friends,
“You finally grew a few inches?” Mj asked, biting into her bagel that you made for her. Peter glared at her before throwing his jacket on the couch,
“No. This girl in my Econ class wants me to come over tonight to hang out” You turned around so quick that the whisk that had egg on it flew off and splashed onto Ned,
“Really?” He groaned and wiped it off,
“A date?” Your eyebrow raised, a smirk plastered on your face, attempting to cover up your jealousy.
You and Peter weren’t dating, or even flirting with each other at that. You guys were just simply friends and roommates.
Peter couldn’t deny that you were cute and blessed in all the right places, and you couldn’t deny that he was hot and awkward in a charming way.
All of the glances at each other and occasional long lasting hugs between the both of you were always cut off with the bug boy poking fun at you and you firing back ten times worse.
So, why were you so jealous that he was gonna get some ass tonight?
“Oh! Peter is getting the hanky panky?” You exclaimed, a grin on your face. He scrunched up his nose and snatched one of Ned’s pieces of bacon,
“Y/n, don’t call it that. But, yes, I will most likely be having sex tonight with a hot, sarcastic blond who’s totally into my muscles” He flexed his arm in your face obnoxiously,
“Gross” Mj snorted. You slapped his bicep with the spatula,
“You know what, good for you, man. What’s her name?” Ned asked, patting Peter on the back,
“Her name is Lauren. She’s into politics and nature, and enjoys taking pictures of big, historical buildings” He stated, nonchalantly shrugging his shoulders and smirking,
“Too bad your building is small” Ned joked. Peter tilted his head to the side in confusion,
“What’s that mean?” Mj cackled and looked over at you as you let out a snort,
“Oh! I was just—um—joking that your uh—penis? Yeah, penis, is small. But, it’s not! It was a joke! You’ve got a great penis, man! I’m not saying it’s small—they laughed, okay?!” Ned began stuttering, scratching the back of his neck and pointing at the two girls who were laughing.
Peter just nodded and squinted his eyes,
“Right, whatever” While his three roommates continued conversation, he remained silent and began overthinking about what Ned said.
Yeah, it was a joke! But, was it, though? Was there truth behind it?
-
“Your dick is huge, Peter. Lauren will love it” Peter said as he stared at himself in the mirror in his room.
‘Blue (Da Ba Dee)’ by Eiffel 65 began playing from Peter’s speaker. He turned the volume up to the max and stepped back to get a better view of himself.
He took off his shirt and began flexing his biceps, then awkwardly dancing, attempting to boost his self-esteem. Aunt May always told him to dance if he was feeling upset as a kid,
“Yo, listen up here’s a story about a little guy that lives in a blue world!” Peter started singing along to the lyrics, unbuckling his belt and pulling his jeans down,
“And a blue corvette and everything is blue for him and himself and everybody around cause he ain’t got nobody to listen!” He ran his hand down abs, continuing to stare at himself in the mirror and singing along to the song.
Meanwhile, you were on your stomach in your bed, studying for your upcoming exam. You were slowly growing frustrated with Peter’s loud music powering over your’s that was playing from your phone,
“Peter! Turn your shit down! I can barely hear Lana Del Rey, right now!”
He slowly pulled down his boxers and sighed, scratching his forehead,
“Well, here’s my dick, Lauren. Hope you like it” He mumbled. The mirror isn’t flattering,
“Yep, it’s definitely the mirror, Peter. I’m beautiful the way I am” He shook his head and cringed at his words, and began dancing again.
“For fuck sake” You slammed your textbook shut and got up, ready to cuss him out. You walked across the hall and swung his bedroom door open,
“Seriously, dude! Some of us are trying to study!” When you looked up, you gasped as you were face to face with a dancing and very naked Peter Parker.
You both froze and stared at each other for a few seconds before you broke it by pointing at his dick and letting out a screech-like laugh, then running out of the room.
The whole situation hit Peter like a wave, and he flopped down on his bed and caged his head in between his arms,
“Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god—no, no, no, no” He kept repeating, the incident replaying in his head.
A notification went off on his phone. He grabbed it and saw it was a message from Lauren.
Laurenfromecon: Hey big boy. My roommate finally left for the night. I hope your on your way ;)
Peter took a deep breath and sent a thumbs up back, too traumatized and distraught to send anything flirty back.
If you laughed at his dick, wouldn’t that mean Lauren would, too?
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“Hey guys—to make my story short, I walked in on Peter dancing naked to that blue song” Ned spat out his water and Mj’s eyes practically bulged out of her her head,
“Oh! That’s not…” She laughed, setting her mug down on the coffee table,
“Yeah! Like he was dancing naked and like—staring at himself in the mirror while doing it, too! It was so—weird? I don’t know what to say to him now!” You began ranting, playing with your hair nervously.
Ned stood up and placed his hands on your shoulders,
“What did you say to him? Or did you say anything at all?” You looked down at your hands and began fiddling with them,
“Well, I kinda might’ve pointed at his…friend and laughed at it” Ned threw his head back and placed his hands on his face,
“Y/n! You never laugh at a man’s penis! That’s like the worse thing a woman could do!” Mj shook her head and leaned back into the couch,
“And right before his hook up, too? Dude, he’s probably in his room right now crying and throwing up” You grabbed a pillow and screamed into it before flopping down,
“Speak of the devil” She mumbled, flicking your head and then pointing to Peter who was fast walking past you guys with his hoodie covering his face,
“Oh my god! Hey, buddy!” You cringed at your words as you jogged after him to the front door,
“Please, leave me alone, y/n” He mumbled, trying to find where his keys were hanging frantically,
“Peter, we should really talk about this! It was just an accident that won’t happen again, right?” You tried to say nonchalantly, giving an awkward shrug as you guarded the front door,
“We knock on doors in this house. It shouldn’t of happened in the first place” He said through gritted teeth, finally getting ahold of his keys,
“I know! Just, your music was so loud and you wouldn’t of heard my kno—
“Y/n, please move” You sighed and slapped his shoulder,
“Listen, Petey, dancing naked is so normal! I dance naked sometimes, too!” You exclaimed. Your two friends both shook their heads as they watched what was currently going on in front of them,
“Just—move” He gently pushed you out of the way and opened the door, making his way out into the halls,
“I dance naked while listening to Sza and Ethel Cain all the time! Nothing to be ashamed of” You yelled out, your voice and words echoing throughout the halls. Peter shook his head and ran to the elevator. Your neighbour stepped out and gave you a disgusted look,
“Oh, shut the fuck up” You glared at him.
-
“Your so hot, Peter” Lauren moaned out, straddling him on her bed,
“Uh—thanks. Your pretty hot, too” He mumbled in between kisses. He shut his eyes, desperately trying to get himself hard and get you out of his thoughts,
“Fuck, take off your pants” The girl said, her hands going to the zipper of his jeans. Peter felt his heart jump out of his chest in fear,
“Wait! Can you take off yours first?” He pulled her hands away from crotch. She smirked and hopped off the bed and began stripping till she was completely naked.
Peter let out a huff of air and palmed himself,
“Wow, your um- nice” He cringed at his compliment and at how he still wasn’t becoming hard looking at a naked, blond chick who wanted him.
Did y/n break my dick’s ability to function for good? He thought to himself,
“Peter? You alright?” Lauren asked, snapping her fingers in front of his face,
“Huh? Yeah! Oh, yeah! I just need to…” He trailed off, gesturing to his dick. The blond grinned and nodded, going back to straddling him, grinding on him,
“Oh, shit” Peter cursed as her hand reached into his pants, slipping past his boxers, beginning to stroke his length.
As Peter laid his head back against the pillow, he found himself beginning to relax, trying to ease his mind,
If Lauren didn’t like my dick, why is she trying so hard to get it up? Y/n is immature, of course she’d laugh at your penis! Y/n…y/n…y/n…I wonder what y/n is doing right now. She’s probably dressed in her cute pyjama set after having her nightly shower. She’s probably laid on her bed thinking about you, thinking about you naked. Yeah, she for sure is. I wonder what she does in her room when she’s alone. Y/n, y/n, y/n, y/n…
Y/N?!
“Peter?” Lauren cleared her throat and took her hand out of his pants,
“Are you okay?” Peter eyes snapped opened,
“Is there anything I can like—do differently?” She asked awkwardly, chewing on her nail.
The spider boy let out a groan and flopped back down on the pillow, his flushed with embarrassment,
“Sorry. It’s not you, it’s me. It’s just—
“It’s fine, whatever. It’s okay to not be in the mood” She said, rolling off of him and slipping her clothes back on,
“Maybe we can…cuddle?” Peter asked, immediately regretting his words. The blond nodded, hesitantly laying underneath his arm,
“Uh, okay”
What the fuck is wrong with you, Peter? Why were you thinking about Y/n?
-
Peter stayed the night and left first thing in the morning,
“So…how was it?” Ned asked as Peter sat down on the leather couch.
He shook his head,
“Terrible” His friend frowned and paused the football game that was currently playing,
“What happened?”
Peter explained everything to Ned,
“Let me guess, the way y/n laughed at your junk made you so insecure about it that you couldn’t get a hard on?” Bug-boy groaned and and lifted his arms up,
“Exactly! What the fuck am I supposed to do now? What if she ruined my ability to ever become horny?”
Ned shrugged and frowned,
“Listen, y/n feels horrible about the way she acted. She really does feel bad. Go talk to her, trust me. My grandma always says that communication is the bed solution”
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“Thanks a lot, y/n! Because of you, I can’t get an erection!” Peter yelled as he barged into your room. You slammed your book shut and sat up on your knees in the middle of your bed,
“What?!” He nodded and and pointed his finger in your face,
“I cant get your stupid little screech out of my head! The whole time I was trying to hook up with Lauren, your laugh and reaction to my dick kept replaying in my mind” You placed your face in your hands,
“I’m sorry, okay?! I just panicked, and when I panic I laugh or scream!” He rolled his eyes and leaned against your doorframe,
“Peter…your member is beautiful, okay?” You said, giving him a toothy smile. His face scrunched up,
“Oh my god! Do not call it a member, please. Call it a dick or whatever” You sighed and pushed your hair back,
“Your dick is nice looking, okay? It’s a good—dick. It’s far from small. I just got embarrassed because I invaded your…privacy” You were telling the truth.
He ‘tsked’ at the last part,
“You were embarrassed?” He said, raising an eyebrow,
“We were both embarrassed! I should have knocked. You should have turned down your music” He nodded and remained silent,
“I guess so”
-
The next day, you came up with the best idea.
There had to be some way to ease the tension, to relieve Peter’s embarrassment,
“This should work” You said, standing nude in front of your mirror. You ran your hands up and down your curves and let out a huff.
Your idea was to wait in his room and flash Peter when he came home to make it even between the both of you.
It’s only fair, right?
You wrapped a towel around yourself and made your way to his room.
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“Fuck, I can’t believe this is happening” Peter and Lauren came stumbling through your shared loft,
“Are you sure your friends are out tonight?” The girl asked against his lips. He moaned when she pushed into his groin,
“Y-Yeah. They should be”
Peter had texted Lauren that morning, asking to hang out.
He really thought about everything that went down and concluded that it was never that serious.
His dick was fine, so was his body, and he wasn’t going to let you stop him from hooking up with pretty girls.
That’s how he ended with Lauren in his car, and then in his apartment,
“My room is down here” She followed him as he led her to his room.
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You gasped as you heard Peter and a female voice echo throughout the apartment.
Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no!
You scrambled around the room, quickly trying to find where to go. You went to the bedroom door and stopped as you heard them step right outside it.
Fuck! Think fast, y/n.
You stopped, dropped, and rolled to the side of his bed that was facing away from the door.
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“Take off your clothes” Peter nodded as he stood in front of Lauren who was sitting on the edge of his bed. He took a deep breath and hurriedly took off his shirt.
She grinned and bit her lip, her hands going to unclasp her bra,
“Who the fuck is that?!” She screamed, pointing to the floor before covering her chest. Peter turned around and saw you in a towel, crawling on the floor towards his door,
“Y/n?! Wha—
You stood up and ran to the door, your towel then fell, revealing your nude backside,
“Oh…f-fuck” Peter whimpered as he stared at your body, completely forgetting that the blond was there, sitting frightened and confused as hell on his bed.
His eyes became hazy, his pupils dilating,
“Y/n” You slowly turned around, his gaze now being introduced to your naked front view.
His eyes trailed from your face to your breasts and lower.
A smirk-like grin formed on his lips as he stared at you.
You cleared your throat and ran a hand through your hair,
“Ta-da” You said, giving a weird smile.
Coming to your senses, you picked up the towel and quickly wrapped it around yourself, then practically sprinted out of the room and slamming the door behind you,
“Wow” Peter chuckled under his breath.
You were so fucking beautiful.
She’s so fucking beautiful, holy shit.
Lauren screamed from behind him,
“Um—what the fucking fuck just fucking happened!!”
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Part 2!
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Came from ur fem!driver HCs and now I have ideas:
- The origin story of George’s ‘Russy Bussy’ nickname🤣
- Y/N hazing Oscar, Nyck and Logan in Abu Dhabi because as Valterri says, ✨traditions✨
- Y/N and Pierre gossiping abt Piastrigate w/ Yuki, Zhou and Charles (cuz oh my lordy-ord THE DRAMAFEST that was the summer break and Seb’s retirement😭)
THE ORIGIN OF RUSSY BUSSY
pairing: george russell x driver!reader / alex albon x driver!reader / lando norris x driver!reader
warnings: the word “bussy” 😭
author's note: i mean everything you need to know is in the title :) yes, this is a reference to that one eric name tweet from 2019! tysm to the anon for the requests!!
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''Did you see what George tweeted earlier?'' Alex asked her while they waited for the rest of the grid to arrive at the driver's briefing.
Y/N shook her head. ''No, why?''
Alex simply chuckled and pulled out his phone, opening the Twitter app and typing in George's username. He laughed once again, before showing the tweet in question to her.
GeorgeRussell63: New race week! Let's get busssy everyone!
Y/N's jaw dropped, in shock that the Brit actually had posted that on his official and very public Twitter account. ''You know for a guy that likes to correct my grammar, he sure does make a lot of spelling mistakes.''
''I don't think he's realized yet what it means.'' The Williams driver told her, putting his phone back in his pocket.
''Hey, guys.'' Lando took the seat next to his female friend, sighing as he sat down. ''What are you two talking about?''
''George's bussy.''
The three bursted out laughing, gathering some confused looks from the other drivers in the room. Lando seemed to immediately understand what they were referring to.
''I thought I was the only one that noticed.'' He said, trying to calm himself down.
''I was gonna tweet something back at him, but I didn't want people to make fun of the fact that I know what it means.'' Alex explained.
Lando and Y/N nodded at his words, understanding that fans can remember these things for years to come. ''I wanna see his face the moment he finds out what it means.'' She said, rubbing her hands together like a villain would when creating their masterplan.
''Me too, it's gonna be hilarious, our Russell George.''
''Should we let him figure it out on his own or do we tell him?'' Alex asked, debating if they should explain the meaning to him.
Y/N shook her head. ''He should figure it out on his own, maybe with a bit of our help though.'' The mischief in her eyes didn't go unnoticed by Lando and Alex, the two already started to grin.
As if on queue, George and Lewis walked into the room, and briefly greeted everyone. George was about to sit down next to Sebastian, but he was quickly interrupted from doing that.
''Hey, Russy Bussy! Come sit with us!'' Y/N called him over, a teasing smirk present on her face.
The nickname caused some stifled laughter in the room, particularly from Pierre, Daniel, Lando and Alex. Meanwhile George awkwardly looked around as he made his way over to them.
''Hi, guys.'' He sat down next to Alex, a puzzled look on his face.
Lando briefly took a glimpse at Y/N before speaking. ''You guys are later than usual, you had a bussy morning?'' He asked, trying his best to not start cackling.
''Yeah, we had to film something with the team…'' George hesitantly answered, totally unaware what they were laughing about. ''Why are you saying busy like that?'' He asked the younger guy, putting his hand on his waist.
''Oh, isn't that how you say it?'' Alex said, feigning innocence. ''Yeah, or tweet it.'' Y/N added, having too much fun teasing the Mercedes driver.
''I can't follow, guys.'' George was visibly running out of patience with the teasing.
''Oh, crikey! He doesn't know what we are talking about.'' Y/N mimicked George's speech, continuing the mocking.
Alex was the one to cave in first. ''We're talking about your latest tweet, Russell.''
''What about it?'' He obviously still hadn't realized what had been so wrong with his spelling of the word 'busy'.
''You still don't know?'' Lando said wide-eyed, surprised George still hadn't been made aware of the entire thing.
''Know what?''
Lando and Alex turned to Y/N, pleading with their eyes that she explains it to him. She rolled her eyes, but succumbed.
''In your tweet it sounded like you said 'bussy' instead of 'busy', and let's say the two words have completely different meanings.'' She clarified.
George nodded, understanding the fault he made. ''Okay… then what does it mean?''
''With 'bussy' you're referring to a man's, uh, anus.''
They could see the gears turning in George's head, starting to comprehend why he received the reactions he did to what he assumed was a normal tweet. He had given the internet another reason to clown him for an entire season.
''Oh, good heavens!''
''But hey! Look at it from the bright side, your gay fans must be very happy right now!''
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Save Her
Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader, Platonic!BAU x Reader, Morgan!Sister Reader
A/N: Helloo yes i know it's been a while since i've updated something but life has taken a turn so, i had this idea while on the way home from work. So sit back relax and enjoy. Y/F/F means your favorite flower. these might also be two chapters a day type of story
Summary: Y/N has a past she's never told anyone about, she was involved in some heavy things when she lived in England with her Aunt and Uncle. Things she thought were murdered along with her best friend, things she thought went missing with her boyfriend. Things that followed her to Quantico, Virginia.
~Next Chapter
Warnings: Cursing(once), talk of death and near drowning
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Five days before Y/N disappears
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Y/N's POV:
Being an FBI agent wasn't easy, but having no significant other outside the job made it so much better. You never have to worry about missing date nights, but after a while it gets lonely. But as I said this business isn't easy, I'd rather be alone than have to curse someone to live with my inconsistent schedule. Emily, JJ, and Penelope on the other hand do not like the idea that I like being single.
"Come one Y/N, you never want to go out with us." I nod keeping my focus on my computer, "There's a reason for that Penny, you all know I hate parties." JJ cuts in before Penny can respond. "But it's not a party, its a club. There's a difference." I look up from my computer to give her a sarcastic smile, "Oh really? I didn't know that." Emily cackles at my sarcasm, "Y/N just come with us, please?" I sigh.
Looking back at my computer in defeat, "Fine, I'll go out with you guys tonight." Penny squeals in excitement and happiness which catches the attention of Spencer, Morgan and Rossi as they walk into the Bull Pen, "What's got you so excited Mama?" Derek asks, she rushes over to him and hugs him. "Y/N said she'll go out with us tonight." He looks around her at me surprised, "Really?" I rolled my eyes and turned back towards my computer.
"Oh there's no need to get so hostile Y/N/N, you're gonna have so much fun tonight." I sighed, "Now you of all people know I hate parties Derek." He smirks and walks past me, "Whatever you say, Katara." I sigh and hang my head. "I thought I asked you to stop calling me that Morgan. That only happened once." He laughed loudly at that. "What only happened once?" Spencer asks, just as confused and the others.
"When we were younger Y/N binged Avatar The Last Airbender and thought she was a water bender, and the next time we went to the pool she thought she could control the water, so she jumped into the deep end knowing she couldn't swim and I had to save her from drowning." Emily burst out laughing and I turned away in shame. "And to remind me of the most embarrassing moment in my life, my parents and siblings decided to nickname me Katara."
Emily couldn't stop laughing while the others had slight smiles and smirks, I cracked a smile and looked at the clock. "Alright it's time for me to head home since I've been peer pressured into leaving the comfort of my home tonight." Penny rushes over to me. "Wait we're coming with you because we have to make sure you have the proper attire for the club tonight." I sigh and nod as Penny runs back to her office to grab her stuff.
Emily and JJ grab their belongings off their desk and we walk to the elevator and wait for Penelope to return from her office. When she gets back we get into the elevator and down to the garage. JJ and Emily get into their cars and Penny and I get into mine and we drive to my apartment.
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Time Skip to arriving at your apartment building
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When we arrive I can see the shock on Penny's face, "Woah I completely forgot how fancy this place is. You're so lucky to have rich family." JJ and Emily join you both at the entrance and we're greeted by the doorman George. "Miss Y/L/N good afternoon." I smile at him "Good afternoon George." "Would you like me to grab Benny, Alex and Drew to drive you and your friends cars to the garage?" I shook my head.
"Not at the moment George we're only going to be here for a few hours but thanks for asking." He nods and holds the door open, "Well just give us a call if you change your mind Miss Y/L/N." I smile and walk through the door, "You know I will George." Emily and JJ look shocked by my apartments fanciness. "Y/N you have door holders and chauffeur's. Next you're gonna tell me that there's a dining lounge on the roof." I laugh. "Of course not."
I turned towards the elevator, "It's on the 10th floor." I smirk knowing her jaw is on the floor and walk towards the elevator and they follow. I press the number for my floor and just listen to the sounds of the elevator. When the doors open we walk down the hall until we reach my front door. I stop in my dead tracks, in front of my door is a bouquet of Y/F/F, with a note in blue ink that reads.
"See you soon."
There's only one person in this world who knows what my favorite flower is and he's dead, right?
#spencer reid#emily prentiss#aaron hotchner#criminal minds#derek morgan#penelope garcia#spencer reid x reader#fem reader#jenifer jareau#david rossi#criminal minds fanfiction
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Phantom of Gotham 18
Chapter 17
”I can’t believe you!” Tim exclaimed, punching Danny in the arm when he spotted him in class.
“Ouch!” Danny laughed nervously, rubbing his arm. “You-”
“You could have told me you were leaving! Or at least talked to us about it first,”Tim said, exasperated. Danny watched him throw himself into the seat next to Danny dramatically and throw his bag down, only to dig through it for a tupperware of… oh, were those Alfred’s cookies? Danny hoped they were for him. Alfred’s cookies were awesome. “Now even Damian is bugging me about you and telling me to just take you home after school.”
“Uh, you guys did say I could leave and that you wouldn’t call CPS,”Danny reminded him, rubbing the back of his neck. Tim gave him a look, blowing some bangs out of his eyes.
“Yes. And we’ll stick to that. But you know we only said that because we’d hope to convince you to stay at the manor. Because we’re rich and we have an infinite amount of space for you to stay,”Tim stressed. “Seriously. Where are you staying now?”
“Not telling,”Danny deflected immediately. “You guys got a frickin’ vigilante working for you, I’m not a snitch.”
“That’s not-” Tim threw his hands into the air exasperatedly. “Fine! But only talkers get cookies,”Tim glared, sliding the tupperware of solid gold goodness away from Danny’s hands. Danny pouted, but didn’t relent.
The day continued like that, with Tim trying to convince him to stay at the manor, while Danny deflected and changed subjects like a bored teen changing channels on a tv. I was getting cumbersome for both of them by lunch though, and they’d settled for a truce. Danny ended up getting a few cookies while Steph joined them at the lunch table. She was soon cackling over the Waynes losing a potential adoptee and for Danny sneaking out. They high-fived. Tim was not amused. By the multitude of texts to Tim’s phone, the family wasn’t either.
RobinHood
Went to the Pizzaria, kid’s stuff is gone.
LittleJohn
Damn. I got nothing on my end. Any ideas?
RobinHood
Tail him after school
MaidMarian
You think he’ll notice?
LittleJohn
Well, he might if he’s got a ghost looking out for him Steph. We’re not sure where Phantom went the other day but we do know that Danny got out of the manor without triggering any security.
RobinHood
Plus Phantom is friends with Danny.
MaidMarian
Eh, we can still try. Or just kidnap him as civilians (≖⌣≖)
LittleJohn
Eh… Maybe. Last resort.
RobinHood
I could just take him from school
MaidMarian
•̀ ᎑ -
LittleJohn
No!! That would be so much worse oh my god
Jason sighed at his brother’s lack of creativity. He’d thought the Pizzaria might have been cleared out but seeing it for himself still made his heart sink. If only there was some clues to where the kid had gone, he thought. No doubt he was anywhere but around Hood’s territory now.
To be fair, he wasn’t nearly as worried about the kid now that he knew he had ghost powers that helped him survive. Still, Jason knew living on the streets wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. Part of him thought that maybe the kid was scared that everyone hunting him would put the Waynes in danger. He wasn’t wrong to think that, but they could handle themselves. Sure, ghosts were a new thing for them, but they adapted. Made plans.
Jason wasn’t sure they’d be able to keep Danny or Phantom in one place without using some kind of ghost technology like the GIW or call in a magic user. Except Jason didn’t want to think about having weapons that Danny’s parents made to hurt him. From what he could tell, ghosts weren’t as much of a problem to humans as humans were to ghosts. Jason didn’t need ghost weapons to deal with the GIW, and he sure as hell was gonna deal with them.
The Bats had been gathering information on them like crazy. Babs was still hacking their databases and Batman was putting together a plan to inform the Justice League. They weren’t entirely sure this was something the Green Lanterns needed to take up to the OA, but if it was they’d cross that bridge when they got to it.
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Damian was furious.
He’d been texting Timothy nonstop about Danny and yet- unsurprisingly- his older brother had been unable to convince the boy to come back to the manor. Frustratingly, Timothy had not even responded to any of his text messages since lunch time and hadn’t come to the manor after school. Even Todd wasn’t answering any of his messages- plans- to convince Danny to join the family. It had been two days and Danny had still been staying who knows where. The family had not even tried to follow him home out of some misguided respect for privacy and free will. He was sure Danny was somewhere abandoned, likely somewhere lacking proper water and heat. Damian was beyond frustrated that all his hard work getting Danny used to a stable meal plan was for nothing.
It was ridiculous how dumb Danny was acting in regards to his own safety. As one of the few species of half ghost around, he had the survival instincts of a paper bag, and Damian was of the opinion that he should be trying a lot harder considering his status. Damian had no idea why Danny would think they wouldn’t be able to protect and care for him at the manor. Obviously, Danny was an asset when it came to the Ghostly dimension given his halfa status and friendship with Phantom. There was no other reason why he wanted Danny to stay. It wasn’t like he missed the boy. Even if he was better than Timothy in every way, and had intriguing powers that he trusted Damian with. Not at all.
Damian scoffed, adjusting his tie for the third time. He didn’t want to go to this infernal Gala, especially when only Grayson and his father were attending. Cass was still in Hong Kong, and Jason and Timothy had other plans. Damian hoped those plans included getting Danny to stay at the manor. He would no doubt be a good sidekick for when Damian was older, and he would not be letting Danny slip through his fingers.
“Are you ready Baby bat?” Grayson asked, a grin on his face and despite the formal wear, he’d somehow convinced Father to let him wear a glittery monstrosity instead of a tie. “There’s gonna be a few people B wants us to keep an eye on, wanna help me with surveillance?”
Damian scoffed. “Why not. It’s not as if there will be anything else of importance going on,”He added. Grayson gave him a knowing smile, as if he was recalling just how boring and overly formal these parties were.
“I’d say you get used to it, but…”Grayson trailed off, sighing dramatically. “Never do.” He shook his head, then they made their way to the front where Alfred and Bruce were waiting with the car.
As far as Galas go, it was certainly not the most boring, but it definitely wasn’t providing any riveting conversations. As far as surveillance, Damian was able to trade off with Grayson during the night, switching targets and gleaming information as they went. It was no surprise that Mr. Elwood was simply in an affair than any nefarious business deals. Ms. Green on the other hand was definitely collaborating with some of the shader patrons in the Gala, whom Father suspected had ties to Penguin.
Though, there was one target that Damian couldn’t get a read on. He was tall, haughty, and self-absorbed, yet according to B, had a perfectly clean multi-million dollar business despite multiple complaints and signs to otherwise. Damian in particular hated him on principle for the way he looked down on everyone around him. He ignored how hypocritical that statement might be and chose to eye the billionaire talking with his father.
“As I was saying, my son Daniel reminds me a lot of your sons,”Vlad was saying to Bruce. He was wearing a gray suit with a black shirt and an annoyingly green tie. Damian was certain it was some type of football paraphernalia. “He’s very headstrong and independent for one. How do you deal with your sons when they refuse to listen to reason?”
“Oh?” Brucie said with an exaggerated confused look. He ignored the concerning question for now.“I was unaware you had any children.”
Annoyance and something else flashed across Vlad’s face before he schooled his expression to exasperation. Damian sneered at the man internally. “Ah of course, Daniel is technically my godson, but he’s like a son to me. We have a lot in common,”Vlad explained, a sneer suddenly forming and taking Damian by surprise,”At least more than his father has with him. Honestly, his mother could do so much better than that bumbling idiot.”
“Where is this Daniel then?” Damian cut in, garnering the attention of both men. Vlad seemed surprised to see him, if not a bit jealous. “If you are so close, how come he didn’t join you here?”
“I would have loved to have the little badger here beside me,”Vlad’s face twisted into something like sadness, but missed the mark. “Unfortunately, Daniel’s gone missing these past few months without so much as a word.”
Damian frowned as his father offered meaningless sympathies. Daniel? Vlad had been from Wisconsin, but he recalled the man having some sort of dealings in Amity. After a moment he remembered and scowled. This man was the Mayor of Danny’s town. He was the one who’d let the GIW in in the first place, surely. Looking up at the man’s false mask, set on gaining sympathy from his father made him light up with contempt.
“Of course,”Vlad was saying when Damian started paying attention again.”I had originally come to Gotham to find him, you see. I’d heard something about him being spotted in the area and just had to check it out for myself.”
That was bad. If he was talking about Danny, then Vlad somehow had gotten ahold of information about his whereabouts. Who else had that intel? Was the GIW or the Fentons on his tail? Was Danny in danger? He quickly excused himself from the two adults and meandered over to his elder brother to relay the information. Hopefully they could get Danny to a safe location before something bad happened.
Chapter 19
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Random thing of meeting Ingo and Emmet’s dad.
- when you are firstly introduced to your lovers’s dad, you were terrified. He stood tall, with an angry scowl on his face (much like Ingo’s, though deeper, and the lines of age on his face only made it look more menacing.) his wide frame took up most of the door frame.
- It was on accident, you were just stopping by to bring Ingo and Emmet some lunch.
- “Dear! I’m so sorry, we got so caught up in work we forget to mention it.” Ingo still happily took your homemade lunch, as did Emmet. “This is our dad! Dad, our darling we were telling you about!” Emmet smiled.
- The man’s expression barely moved before he held his hand out to you, “Arthur.”
- You shake his hand, giving him your own name, but he merely nods and sits on the sofa in the office.
- You were almost scared to look to the much older man, he had those same alabaster eyes, but they weren’t familiar to you as the twins’s were.
- The twins are and chatted with you and each other, as they told stories of today.
- Arthur, however, wasn’t saying anything, seemingly just relaxing to his sons voices. Emmet is pouting cause you haven’t given him his daily dose of affection, but that twin link tells him enough.
- But luckily for you, they know just how to break the ice.
- In the middle of Emmet telling you what happened today, Ingo chimes in “yeah, your plan backfired so badly. It reminded me of the time you slammed your own hand in the car door, that dad was teaching us how to fix, thinking it was mine.”
- You snort, only for your laugh to be deafened by the louder one next to you. Arthur leans back in his seat, cackling.
- Emmet whines “oh great, now both of you are against me.” Knowing just what’s going to happen.
- You’re shocked when Arthur pulls out his wallet, letting the long album fall from it, and showing you a picture near the bottom.
- “That’s us at the hospital. Had to make sure he didn’t break anything.” You’re stunned, you can hear the joy in his voice, remembering the time fondly, even if his face doesn’t show it.
- “What about that one?” You point to a picture higher up, one of the older pictures he has.
- Silver eyes soften at it.
- “That one? Ah, they must’ve been no older than five, and they somehow got into my train kits that I kept when I retired.” He chuckles “they had oil stains on their clothes for weeks.”
- “Dad, please, no more.” Emmet grimaced, knowing there is no stopping Arthur when he gets started.
- And there is no stopping you when you see cute pictures of your boyfriends when they were younger.
- “Ooo what about this one?” You point to a picture of them as kids, covered in mud with a equally muddy Herdier, while Emmet holds up a Tynamo.
- “Daring, please-“ Emmet groans, once again cut off.
- “Ah that’s them with my Herdier, Pepper, she’s a good old girl, kept those two in check when I wasn’t around. I came out back to call them in for dinner, and found ‘em all absolutely filthy. Turns out, they used her so Emmet could catch his own Pokémon.”
- “So, what about Ingo and Chandelure?”
- “He got that one from me, and my little Lilac at home, she’s my lampet.”
- You found it so easy to talk to him, falling easily into a full blown conversation with him as he answers your questions, and tells you stories of what it was like raising Ingo and Emmet. He’s more than happy to show you pictures too! You found out he use to work at gear station as the engineer, in fact he usually stops by as some of his friends kids work here too.
- “Ya know, y’all should come over for dinner sometime.”
- At this, the twins perk up.(as they had given up trying to stop their father from telling you all their embarrassing stories.)
- “Oh! How about this weekend?”
- “Yes! Yes! We are off then!”
- You can’t help but get excited, wanting to meet their dad’s Pokémon, and wanting to see the bigger album.
- “I’ll get to that then. Y’all be safe, and boy.” The twins knew, jumping up and giving their dad a hug.
- It was funny watching Arthur lift Ingo and Emmet up in either arm, and hugging them tightly, so tightly you can hear their backs pop.
- “No overworkin’. Either of ya.”
- He looks to you, and you can tell his happy. “It was nice meetin’, I’m glad these two found someone.”
- You three wave him out as he leaves.
- “Why didn’t you two tell me your dad was an absolute sweetheart?”
- Emmet groans, while Ingo sighs.
- “Cause we knew he was going to show you that wallet album, he refuses to get rid of.”
- “It’s the first thing he shows people.”
- “Aw, that’s so cute.”
- You know it’s embarrassing, but it’s cute their dad is still a big part of their lives.
- Even if you did focus on the pictures of when they were little, you still saw the pictures at the end of the album wallet.
- Pictures of the twins in high school, pictures of their gym badges, and pictures of what looked to be a not too old family game night.
- You can only imagine what fun things await for you in the bigger photo album.
- Their dad might not want to embarrass them, but you do.
#oc#submas oc#oc.arthur#pokemon#pokemon x reader#submas x reader#listen their dad is a big baby and just wants to tell everyone he loves his sons and is so proud of them
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my random Genshin headcanons
Ayato
-u guys can’t tell me that Yae and Ayato aren’t secretly pranksters and that their constant victim is Thoma and when he’s caught in the prank the two will CACKLE
-Ayato def gets high with itto and Kazuha when he isn’t busy
-ayato treats sayu like Ayaka too just with a lot more care cuz she’s younger
-speaking of Ayaka he will always give her a kiss on the forehead no matter what like bitch ur my lil sister get the fuck over here
-he secretly really appreciates itto and wants to get closer with him as a friend cuz he’s the first person who doesn’t treat him all fancy smancy
-ayato will forever hide Kazuha even if his life depends on it
-he also supplies Kazuha with some…plants.
-anyway onto x reader headcanons
-he def pranks u sometimes with Yae but the both of them will start RUNNING when you yell his name
-you’ll walk in to find Ayato, Itto and Kazuha absolutely STONED and lecture them abt doing it somewhere slightly public 
-sayu is ur child ur not changing my mind
-the real reason Ayato can always find Sayu is acc through you like let’s say you find her sleeping in a tree one day but you can’t get her so you call Ayato and he puts you on his shoulders to grab her
-sayu is always asleep in a tree I feel like she’s jus special like that
Alhaitham 
-he and dehya r secretly bsfs
-they’ll acc spar a lot with cyno cuz all three of their fighting styles r very similar
-he is a MAD SHIT TALKER y’all ain’t changing my mind
-he’ll probably accidentally go on a whole rant about kaveh to Cyno whenever they cross paths and he won’t even realize and he’ll be a lil embarrased but cyno just finds it funny
-him and dori will meet up randomly, shit talk everyone they hate and then go back to living life
-dori and him give me like brother and sister vibes??
-just imagine a family reunion and it’s like him, dori and kaveh
-it would be HELL LMAO
-anyway haitham x ready time ?!
-he gives me never been in a relationship vibe but he’s def hooked up with sm1 before
-I havé à feeling he also knows Lisa (they were prob the HOTTEST students in the Akademiya)
-him, Lisa and cyno were def a trio seeing as cyno knew Lisa and they were friends
-anyways with u and Alhaitham, he’s not good with relationship crap because ur his first relationship
-he might even ask nahida for help since yk she’s a lil knowledge god and she’ll know everything
-nahida wont even give advice where it’s like be this type of boyfriend instead she’s like a “be yourself” person and he doesn’t have the heart to break it to her that’s not what he asked
-this is when bsf Dehya comes in!!
-guys I said this in the bday headcanons (if y’all read it) but if he doesn’t see u for a long time and you reunite after a while, HE WILL PICK U UP AND TWIRL YOU AROUND WJDNWJFJE
Cyno + Tighnari
-okay so I imagine that these 2 started out not liking each other
-they were both like complete opposites but then cyno cracked a joke once and tighnari was like “nah WTf”
-he invited Cyno that same night and they acc became best friends and if you’d like to imagine it then lovers after
-when cyno overheard abt collei in mondstadt he HAD to go over even if he didn’t know her
-the fact cyno basically kinda saved her makes me so happy I don’t even know why
-he was there for her throughout the whole aftermath and took her all the way to sumeru to heal? JUST FOR HER
-HE’S SO DADDY (literal)
-him and tighnari def r protective over collei (dads struggling fr)
-Cyno and tighnari x reader (yes poly)
-you are ALL parents to collei
-tighnari is the housewife.
-if ur a forest ranger then they are very protective over u and collei
-if ur an Akademiya student like them then don’t be shocked when they shove a list into ur face full of groceries
-There’s a voice line abt kaveh that I HAVE to talk abt here
-kaveh gets invited over to dinner right
-and he talks NON stop abt Alhaitham
-and tighnari apparently told cyno that everything Kaveh says is funnier than his jokes
-cyno will kaugh bht he’s CRYING inside
-you banish tighnari to the couch that night (for 15 mins until Cyno wants him back)
-collei had her childhood taken away from her so even now she’s basically a little girl still
-if she has a nightmare she goes straight to you
-tighnari will lwokey be pissed cuz it used to be HIM she’d go too
-cyno is fucking dead asleep 💀
#genshin impact x reader#genshin impact#genshin crack#cyno x reader#cyno x y/n#cynonari#genshin cyno#cyno x tighnari#cyno scenarios#tighnari x reader#tighnari#tighnari genshin#collei#genshin collei#genshin alhaitham#alhaitham genshin#alhaitham x you#alhaitham x y/n#ayato x you#genshin impact ayato#kamisato ayato x reader
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MEDIC! Part 24 (Donald Malarkey x Fem!OC)
Well, well, well. Looks like I forgot about this again! whoops! I hope you all enjoy and get prepared, it's going to be a bumpy ride!
Based on the HBO show and the actors who portray the characters, no hate to anyone involved.
Tag list: @next-autopsy, @panzershrike-pretz, @xxluckystrike, @bucky32557038ww2, @b00ks1ut, @footprintsinthesxnd
“I can’t believe you two idiots talked me into this!” I said, shaking my head as George and Frank ransacked the hen house for eggs.
“Come on chicken.” Cooed Frank to the clucking bird. “Listen all I said was do you want an omelette and you said yes.” He said while the chicken flapped furiously in his face as he handed it over to Luz who didn’t seem keen. Flinching away from the fury of its wings.
“Yeah and I thought you were going to make me one, not take me to the source!” I held out my helmet as he carefully placed the eggs inside.
“If this thing bites me Frank, I swear I’ll shoot it.” George said. We all swung around hearing the barn door being opened. A young woman looked shocked to see us stealing her goods. I gave a sheepish smile, as did Frank. I looked over to Luz who eyed up the poor girl.
“Guten Tag, frauline.” George blushed. I looked over to Frank who shook his head at our friend.
“Guten Tag." She replied timidly, leaving the barn in a rush.
“Hold on- hold.” George called to her, moving quickly from his spot.
“No, George, leave her alone!” I called to him as he passed me the chicken, who pecked at my hands. He hurriedly followed the girl out of the barn.
“George!” Frank and I called together. He sprinted after the girl who ran from him.
“Does he know that if she’s running away she probably doesn’t want to talk to him?” I asked Frank as he continued filling up my helmet with eggs.
“He says that he’s a ladies man. But sprinting after a lady doesn’t win them over.” I said the last part loudly so he could hear me. I handed my helmet to Frank. I sighed following Luz, Perco on my heels.
We found him cornering her in the bar, as she used a cow to hide behind.
“George leave her alone, can’t you see she’s scared.” I said, shaking my head, sending an apologetic look to the girl. Her eyes wide as she backed away from Luz.
“How about you leave me alone.” He said as he tried to talk to her.
“George I swear to god, leave her alone!” I told him sternly. But he didn’t listen. Frank sighed leaving me in the barn, I’m sure he was going to go and collect more eggs.
I marched over to him, grabbing him by his collar and dragging him away. “Emily! Let me go!” He cried trying to wrangle out of my grip. The girl took her opportunity darting forward quickly, slapping him in the face. I let go of him, covering my mouth in shock. She darted past us, giving me a look of thanks as she left. I burst out laughing.
“Shut up!” He said grumpily, trying to ease the pain on his cheek as he rubbed it.
“FRANK!” I called, running out of the barn, he was making his way out of the hen house.
“She fucking slapped him!” I cackled, Frank’s face cracking into a smile.
“Would you two shut it!” He was embarrassed. As Frank and I giggled. We started walking back to base, down the dirt road we had taken to come here.
“Just because you already have a lover.” George bumped me.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I feigned ignorance. It was now George and Frank’s turn to laugh at me.
“Oh please, you two are so obvious.” Frank said, smiling at me.
“Don, I love you, kiss me.” George said, mimicking me, as he batted his lashes and pouted.
“I have never said that, and I don’t sound like that!” I said, rolling my eyes, but still laughing at their silly banter.
“No, no. She sounds more like this. Oh Don, you're so handsome and strong.” Frank cupped his hands to his face acting shy, speaking in a high pitched voice. Before I could come back with a retort an army truck whizzed past us. I strained my eyes to see who was sitting in the front. Making out the dark thick eyebrows and familiar jaw of Nixon.
“That Captain Nixon?” George asked, confirming my suspicion as to who I thought it was.
“I think so.” Frank replied as we watched the car disappear down the road. I nodded in agreement with the two men.
“What the hell is he doing in his harness?” George queried.
“I don’t know. Maybe we jumped into Berlin, the war’s over.” Perco jokes.
“Yeah, huh?” George said, still rubbing his hurt cheek, making me laugh again.
“Still can’t believe she smacked you in the mouth.” I said as we all laughed again.
“Tell you what though, Germany’s looking like it’s gonna be pretty good fraternising territory, huh?” George said to Perco.
“Ew gross, George.” I said, pushing him in the shoulder as we wandered down the road.
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“Where have you been?” I was snuggled from behind by familiar arms.
“Hiding from you.” I said cheekily. Looking around to check the coast was clear before pressing a kiss to Don’s lips. “Perco said he was going to make me an omelette and then I was somehow beguiled into stealing eggs.” Don gave me a funny look as he chuckled. “But I’ll tell you what, George sucks at flirting. He sucks so much he got smacked in the face.” Don and I giggled together, at the thought of poor George with his sore face.
“Well, haven't you had an interesting morning.” Don said, tapping me on the chin. I grinned nodding at the man.
“What’s the plan for today then?” I asked Don as we walked down the street.
“Well I’m going to pick up my mail and then who knows.” Don shrugged. “I guess I’ll do whatever needs to be done. I haven’t had any orders today.” I nodded my head listening to him speak.
“What about you?” He asked.
“I was going to help Gene with the stock take and then lend a hand if they needed any help in the aid station.” I told him about my plans for the day.
“Well if you’re free later do you want to go for a walk?” He asked shyly.
“Are you asking me on a date?” I asked bashfully, stopping in my tracks, a teasing smile pulling at my lips. He grabbed my arm and moved me along beside him.
“Yes I am! So what do you say?” He said holding my hand, but hiding it behind his back. We weren’t technically allowed to be together, if we got caught we would be in trouble. But it was hard to hide our feelings, I just wanted to cling to his side and never let go and press a million kisses to his lips.
“Of course I say yes!” I smiled up at him, a blush rising to my cheeks. He still sent shivers down my spine with every smile and kiss. The butterflies in my stomach never stopped dancing.
We arrived outside the post office where the army post came in and out. “Sergeant Malarkey.” A soldier called, we dropped our hands quickly, as the man approached.
“I’ll get your mail, while you chat.” I said leaving him to speak with the man who had called him.
I walked into the building to see Ron standing at the counter, “Yes, just keep these for Emily. This is my pile, which I’m sending home and these are for her.” He slid his goods across the bench towards Vest who gave him a puzzled look. My brows furrowed, what was this conversation I just walked in on.
“Morning Emily!” Vest said in a chipper voice when he saw me standing in the doorway.
“Morning.” I smiled at the man, my gaze falling onto the Captain who turned slowly to look at me. A nervous expression appeared on his face.
“What can I do for you today?” Vest asked, walking closer to where I was standing. I pulled my gaze from Ron.
“Just here to pick up Malarkey’s post.” I told him. He smiled, turning away to grab his mail.
“You haven’t gotten any mail yet Lane.” He said as he turned back, handing me Don’s letters. I stilled, I could feel Ron’s gaze on the both of us. I knew if I looked over he was sending a warning glare to Vest who was oblivious.
“Ah, yeah. I don’t have any family.” I said sheepishly, feeling a blush rush to my cheeks. Vest’s face fell as he nodded slowly, looking as awkward as I felt.
“Oh!” He said surprised. I gave a tight lipped smile taking the letters we were both holding, his grip loose. Ron started heading for the door to leave. I turned quickly to speak to him but Vest beat me to it.
“Boy, your folks are sure gonna have quite a collection by the time you get home, sir.” Vest called to him, making Ron face us. A cheeky smile formed on his lips as he looked at us.
“Finders keepers.” He grinned and marched out the door.
“Thank you, Vest. See you around.” I called over my shoulder as I hurried out the door after Ron. In such a short amount of time Ron had gotten so far away. I ran to catch up to him.
“Captain! Captain!” I yell, trying not to get run over by the cars that flew down the street. I ran across the road finally reaching him.
“Sir!” I panted, as he walked briskly.
“Yes, Lane?” Ron asked casually, like I hadn’t just been chasing him down.
“Sir, what did you mean back there? What are you keeping for me?” I inquired, matching his pace. He stopped abruptly, making me crash into a person in front of me.
“Oh I’m so sorry.” I apologised to the man who glared at me. I couldn’t say anything more as Ron dragged me to the side.
“You can’t tell anyone this!” He said sternly. I nodded, unsure of what I was agreeing to keep secret.
“I am a collector as you know.” I nodded again, a collector isn’t what I would call it more like stealing, but sure a collector works as well.
“I have been sending things home, but I have put some aside for you.” Ron said in a hushed tone. I furrowed my brows in confusion.
“Why have you been putting things aside for me, sir?” I asked not sure of what he was implying.
“I’m worried about you Emily. You have no funds, nothing! I also checked and you’re not registered. There is no Emily Lane sectioned with Easy Company. So you aren’t even being paid for working here!” Ron’s face was a mix of concern and anger. I felt like I was being scolded by my mother for doing something dangerous.
“Sir, you don’t-” I started trying to tell him he didn’t have to worry about me.
“No! No, Emily, I don’t want to hear it. I am concerned and I am going to worry!” My mouth clamped shut as he cut me off.
“How are you going to go home and live?” He asked his face serious.
“I-” I started, unsure of how I was going to answer this question.
“You don’t know, do you? Well the stuff I have been keeping for you, you can sell. You won’t get a lot but it will be enough, hopefully.” He sighed, raking his hand through his hair. I didn’t know what to say, but tears welled in my eyes. He cared so much about me he had been putting things aside for me to sell so I could stay afloat after the war. I stepped forward hugging him tightly, his arms wrapped around me. I stepped back again before someone saw.
“Thank you Ron.” I smiled sweetly at him, he shook his head smiling back at me.
“I have no idea what I’m gonna do with you.” Ron reached out patting my shoulder.
“You’re too nice to me. What about your reputation?” I asked cheekily, a wry grin forming on his lips.
“It’s ok, the men know if they hurt you at all, my reputation still stands. Especially that Malarkey! You tell him, won’t you Em.” He smiled warmly, tapping me under the chin, before disappearing into the crowd. I realised that even Captain Speirs had caught onto the connection between Don and I. I blushed profusely, we weren’t as subtle as we thought we were.
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I sat staring up at Nix who read the news to the group of men I sat with. I had been watching George and the other guys play cards. I had been banned from playing, since the last time I lost so badly I had to give up cigarettes and money I didn’t have. Poor Don had to pay my debt which he wasn’t happy about.
“That was three packs of smokes! Why did you keep playing?” He said annoyed but still handed over the goods.
“I’m sorry I thought I could win them back!” He rolled his eyes as I pouted, “I’m sorry, ok, so sorry.” I kissed him.
He huffed but a small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, “You love me! Don come on!” I teased, as he tried to fight from smiling at me.
“Smile if you love me.” I grinned in his face, poking at his cheeks. He burst out laughing, “Fine! I love you, but no more poker! You got it?” He said pulling back the pack of smokes I needed.
I nodded, “Yes, yes. I swear no more poker!”
So yes, I was watching the poker, not playing, even though they all tried to goad me into it.
“Come on, I need a win. Emily, play.” George nudged me.
“No George, I am not playing just so you can win!” I shook my head, crossing my arms over my chest. He groaned, he had been trying to convince me for a solid five minutes.
“I’m sure that you’ll all be happy to know ‘Oklahoma's’ still playing on broadway.” Nix announced amused. A cheer went around the group, I cheered weakly unsure of the play Oklahoma but still joining in on the fun.
“Oklahoma, where the wind comes sweeping down the plain and waving wheat can sure smell sweet when the wind comes…” George started singing, as the men joined in with him. Nixon laughed along pretending to be the conductor at the front of the group. George leaned over to me as he sang, nudging me. I smiled at him laughing, not joining in on the singing as I didn’t know the words. George motioned for the men to stop singing, but the soldier in front of him, a replacement, didn’t see him.
“Right behind the rain!” The replacement finished the song in his high voice enthusiastically. Sending the other soldiers into fits of laughter.
“Aw, don’t be mean.” I prodded George as he chuckled.
“O’Keefe are you sitting on your bayonet there?” Christenson asked the man, the other’s chortled at his joke.
“Why don’t you leave the singing to Luz, or even Lane. Heard you were a good singer.” Christenson turned to look at me. I shook my head profusely.
“Oh no, I don’t know what you heard but I would leave the singing to Luz.” I raised my hands in defence trying to get the attention off me.
“Oh don’t be so modest.” Luz grinned at me, I sighed, his grin could only mean one thing. He had an idea.
“No seriously!” I started, pointing at Luz trying to get him to turn off his I’m-gonna-fuck-with-you-face.
“Why don’t you give us a song, I didn’t see you joining in with us.” Christenson smiled, Luz grinning at him.
“No.” I shook my head, chuckling awkwardly.
“Yeah, sing!” Luz prompted again.
“No, no!” I looked at both of them silently begging them to drop the game they were playing.
“SING! SING!” George cheered, looking around to the other men, who also joined in. I sat there red in the face as they chanted at me to sing.
“FINE! Fine, I will sing.” I stopped them from yelling. They all quietened, leaning in slightly with eager faces. They all look so proud they had peer pressured me into doing this. I cleared my throat, a wry smile pulling at my lips.
“All you ladies, pop your pussy like this, shake your body, don't stop, don't miss. Just do it, do it, do it, do it, now lick it good, suck this pussy just like you should, right now lick it good, suck this pussy just like you should, my neck, my back, lick my pussy and my crack.” I sang loudly, grinning widely. The faces of the men dropped from coy smiles to looks of pure horror and shock. Nixon from the front of the group keeled over in hysterics. George leaped forward covering my mouth. I pried his hand away, singing even louder.
“Shhh, stop it!” George covered my mouth again, muffling my singing. “She’s a strange one.” He said chuckling embarrassed. I laughed behind his hand, I had played him at his own game. George finally let me go after ensuring I wasn’t going to sing again.
“I’m sorry, miss, what does ‘pop your pussy’ mean?” O’Keefe asked in his sweet voice. I covered my mouth to stop myself from bursting out laughing.
“You’ll understand when you’re older.” George said, motioning him to turn and face the front again. George sent me a kick to the shin.
“What you asked me to sing!” I giggled as he shook his head but he couldn’t help the smile that formed on his face.
“Aww, Rita Hayworth’s getting married.” Nixon sadly tells the group, who all moan and groan.
“Oh, Rita say it isn’t true.” Luz jokes. Nixon mumbles while flicking through more of the notices.
“Wartime news. Resistance in the Ruhr pocket’s crumbling. It looks like there might be a breakout in Remagen.” Nixon reports, the men acknowledging the good news, letting out some hearty cheers.
“Apparently the Krauts forgot to blow up one of their bridges when they headed back over the line. I guess the boys in the 17th Airborne did ok after all.” Nixon nodded.
“Eh, forget it. We’d be in Berlin by now, sir. If it was us instead of them, huh?” George boasts, sending the men into another round of more jovial cheers.
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Love will Find you when you're not Looking
🌳Apart of the ghibli collab held by @daesukiii
🌳Genre: romance, angst
🌳Trope/Au: love triangle, established relationship, s2l, fantasy au
🌳Pairing: San x Nari (OC) x Seonghwa
🌳Fandom: Ateez
🌳Movie: My Neighbor Totoro
🌳Warnings: mentions of illness, death, heartbreak, cheating!
🌳Word Count: 7,060
🌳Rating: 18+ MDNI
🌳Summary: moving into the countryside had two purposes: one, to put Seonghwa in a state-of-the-art facility to see if there's a chance he might survive this illness, and two, so that you could enjoy your life while being without Seonghwa. What you never pegged was how magical the forest was surrounding your new home and finding comfort within it.
🌳A/N: Mathieu is the youngest, four years old boy, and Seongnam is eight (first born, means south star, after hwa's nickname for Nari, which is northern star)
🌳Dedication: @mejuii & @downtoamagicalland who wept when i first told them of my plans for this story and wept after they read it too 💔 i'm sorry i broke your hearts, my beta readers
“Seongnam, please watch your brother!” I called out as the two raced out of the moving van and tore across the wild grass that was now my new yard.
“Okay Mama!” Seongnam, my eldest, called out. “Mathieu, stay by me, okay?”
“‘Kay!” Mathieu, my four year old, echoed back.
I let myself watch them as they zoomed around for a moment before turning to the moving van. There was a lot of stuff to move and it was only day one.
I had moved to the countryside to remain closer to my husband, Seonghwa. He had always had a delicate disposition when I had met him but it seemed to only get worse once we got older and began a family. Eventually, when Seonghwa became bedridden, the city doctors recommended a state of the art facility that was located in the middle of nowhere. I wrote for a living so it was nothing for me to move my life for Seonghwa, but I worried about the kids. Seongnam had some best friends already and I loathed to pull him from his life in the city, but he insisted he wanted to be wherever his Papa was, so here we were, moving into a fixer-upper with the intentions of staying within biking distance of his father.
Mathieu squealed in fear as Seongnam lifted up a log, revealing creepy-crawlies, and it made my own fear zip through me. I dropped a dresser I had been attempting to pull onto the built-in dolly on the moving truck and moved outside of the van.
“Park Seongnam, stop torturing your poor brother!” I shouted.
“Yes, Mama,” Seongnam said dutifully but stuck his tongue out at his scaredy cat brother.
I sighed. Seongnam promised me he was going to try to take care of his brother, who was still very sensitive to his father being ‘in that sick place’ but Seongnam had too much of my teasing nature in him and Mathieu was also too much me in being the perfect victim. It was going to be a mess keeping those two from aggravating each other this summer.
The boys zoomed around the house, searching every nook and cranny for old folklore creatures. They claimed they found soot sprites and one of the grannies from the small community in these hills even confirmed it to them, leaving them wide eyes about tales of the small creatures in our house and in the forest.
"You would beware of the forest spirit the most, however," Granny wagged a finger at me, "many a maiden have fallen to his charms. As kind and warm as his heart may be, he is still a forest spirit."
I rolled my eyes. "You don't have to worry about me, Granny. With these two gremlins, I have enough to worry about."
"Gremlin!" Mathieu cackled at the new fun word to say.
Seongnam began to growl, crouching and forming claws from his fingers. He chased Mathieu around the house, while Granny instructed me how best to heat up all the welcome dishes she brought with her. And through all this, I just wished Seonghwa was here.
Seonghwa always used to be able to put the boys to bed best. He would gather them in his arms, one on each side of him, and he would lay in Seongnam's single bed. His feet would awkwardly lie off the bed but his eyes would remain on me.
"Tell us a story, Mama," he would say, eyes full of hearts instead of stars.
Our boys would fall asleep to the sound of their father's even breathing but Seonghwa always listened to every last word until I said "The End."
Each boy would get a kiss on the forehead, Mathieu tucked into his big boy bed, and we would continue the evening. It used to be that Seonghwa would say "One more time, I think we can get a little girl." But then Seonghwa couldn't make it through a single story without coughing and his sleep included an oxygen mask. I loved Seonghwa but I missed him so much.
"Boys, please, I've a new story to tell you," I pleaded, currently having a hard time without Seonghwa.
Mathieu frog hopped over his brother who was crouched putting Legos together on the floor. "New story?"
I nodded my head. "Remember the spirit Granny warned me about earlier?"
Seongnam laid on his bed, with his brother dutifully beside him, and they both watched me with the same eyes their father stared at me as I weaved a tale for their bedtime…
Once upon a time there was a maiden and she had to travel to far away lands because her father was sick--
“Do even princesses have sick father’s too, Mama?” Seongnam interrupted me.
Mathieu had the beginnings of a pout on his adorable lips. Seongnam looked like he needed to relate to someone; that he wasn’t alone in the world with a sick papa.
I tickled Mathieu to get a big grin from him and I leaned in to kiss Seongnam’s nose. “Yes, my star, even princesses have sick fathers.”
The princess was very lonely, stuck in a castle all by herself, with her father sick in a tall tower that was guarded by a powerful wizard. But the castle was surrounded by a magical forest, so she spent her days picking flowers--
“Mama,” Seongnam interrupted me again, Mathieu blew a raspberry.
I narrowed my eyes down at my boys, giving them the best Mama Glare I knew. Seongnam stayed strong, however.
“Why does the princess pick flowers? What did they ever do to her?”
I had to laugh. “Do you want to hear the story or not Park Seongnam?!” I demanded, putting my hands on my hips.
A small smile, a ghost of his father’s, pulled at Seongnam’s lips. “Sorry, Mama.”
--she spent her days picking up acorns and pinecones, hoping to recreate some of the magical forest within the walls of the castle. For the princess knew that soon she would be caught playing in the forest and that was not allowed.
The magical forest was neither good nor evil, it simply was. There were happy fairies but there were also dangers in the magical forest that even a princess could not defeat. So every day, the princess made sure she was back home before sunset; before it became dark in the magical forest.
Mathieu clung to his older brother, burying his face into his older brother’s airplane pattern pjs. Seongnam hugged his brother back, ‘too big’ to admit that he might be scared as well.
Luckily enough for the princess, the forest enjoyed her company. She bowed to the deer and said good morning to the bunnies. So the forest sent out a messenger, for it could see that the princess was indeed very lonely.
The forest spirit was a big but fluffy creature, with gray fur and white spots. The forest spirit loved to sleep in the sun, having found the perfect burrow in the hollow of a tree. The forest awoke the spirit with a great shaking of the tree’s branches and the spirit yawned loudly.
The noise scared the princess, who had been below the tree, collecting acorns. But, she was a brave and curious princess, so she followed a hole into the tree and found the spirit.
“Did the spirit eat her?” Seongnam demanded. Mathieu squealed as his brother grabbed his arm and pretended to nom on him.
“You sir, are a troublemaker,” I scolded my eldest.
I scooped Mathieu up into my arms and cradled him to my chest. “The forest spirit does not eat princesses,” I assured my youngest.
Mathieu nodded like he knew better this entire time and continued to listen to my story.
The princess climbed upon the forest spirit because he was larger than a bear but much more cuddly. She curled up and napped with the forest spirit, who was very happy to go back to sleep.
She slept and she slept. And she slept and she slept. And when she woke up, she found that so much time had passed. The castle had been looking for her far and wide and thought she disappeared! But the forest was looking to help the princess who sought comfort in it. So by the time the princess woke up, her father was healed!
By the time I finished my story, Mathieu was sound asleep, sucking his thumb. Seongnam looked like he had half a foot in sleepland and half a foot in the waking land.
“Mama?” Seongnam inquired sleepily as I tucked Mathieu in.
“Yes baby?” I answered absentmindedly, gently tugging Mathieu’s thumb out of his mouth.
“I wish I could sleep and wake up and Papa was better.”
My heart dropped into my stomach. I had wanted to give my children hope with that story but it seemed like Seongnam had my logic. I turned to my first born and sat on his bed. “Well, Seongnam, in a way, it’s kinda true. One day, we will wake up and go visit your father and the doctors will tell us he’s well enough to come home.”
“Promise?” Seongnam asked, rubbing his eyes.
“On a shooting star, let it go far,” I added our family’s extra mantra when we promised things.
“ ‘kay,” Seongnam replied, turning over and falling asleep.
Sleep did not come to me as easily as it did my sons, unfortunately. Nighttime was usually when I was free of my hoodlums and could write a bit but my mind and body was exhausted after the move. Instead, I grabbed a blanket and sat outside on the porch to look at the stars. Perhaps Seonghwa was also looking at the same stars I was. But I hope he was sleeping, just like our babies.
I pulled out my phone by instinct but there wasn’t any cell service in the remote area we lived in. Hell, the internet company wasn’t coming out for another week because it was satellite internet and they were already booked up. All I wanted to do was send a text message to my love to tell him I missed him. I didn’t want to be a single parent anymore.
“There’s a star in this sky around this time of year that we call the lonely star,” a voice comes out of nowhere, scaring me half to death. “I don’t see it in the sky though. Perhaps it’s you?”
I turned my head slowly and there was a dark haired man, hair sheared close to his head, with a gray shirt that had cut-outs on his massive shoulders. His smile pulled only half of his lips to the side, showing dimples. His dark eyes glowed merrily, clearly teasing.
I tried to calm my beating heart. “Nope, I’m not a fallen star,” I stated. I moved to get up, scared for my children but the man sat down beside me.
“The babies are asleep. There is no danger to them,” He reassured me.
I swallowed nervously. “Is there any danger to me?”
The man shook his head. “No,” he replied simply.
“What brings you out here at the dead of night?” I couldn't help but say sarcastically.
“Your heart called out to me,” The man said, turning his head slightly.
I scoffed and then brandished my hand with my wedding band to him. “Didn’t you hear that your new neighbor is married?”
The man cocked his head curiously and then examined my engagement ring on top of my marriage band. The diamond sparkled as he moved it and I held my breath. “Are you sure you’re not a fallen star and this is how you contain yourself until you can get back up into the sky?”
You’re my northern star. I always follow you to find my way home.
My throat suddenly became tight and my heart ached with love and loneliness. The man, as if responding to my own pain, put a hand to his heart. “See, your heart calls out to me even now.”
“How do you know?” I whispered into the night wind.
The man turned to me fully, half serious, half joking. “You’re the princess from the story from earlier. And I’m the forest spirit.”
I shook my head slowly. “How did you…that’s not possible!”
The man giggled musically. “The forest sent me because you were lonely. You all are.”
My heart hurt even more, thinking that my children were lonely because their father wasn’t here with us in this new place. “That’s not true.”
The man put a hand on my shoulder and I felt all the tension and loneliness melt away. Instead, I felt comfort and warmth. “Now it’s not true.”
My eyes felt heavy and before I could realize it, my head dropped and the last thing I remember was my body leaning into the stranger’s shoulder as he hummed a song under his breath. It sounded like Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star.
I jolted awake the next morning when the door slammed open behind me. “Mama!” Mathieu yelled at me, “Why are you sleeping outside?”
I blinked rapidly, dazed and confused. What had happened? I came outside because I couldn't sleep and--
“There’s a star in this sky around this time of year that we call the lonely star.”
I shook my head. I had to have dreamt that. "Mama couldn't sleep, love," I replied, standing up with a groan.
"Mama, can I have eggs?" Mathieu asked politely, small hand clinging to my pant leg.
I smiled painfully. "Only if I can find the frying pan."
The morning was a bit of a mess. Mathieu cried in frustration when I couldn't make his eggs the way Papa made them. Seongnam scolded his baby brother, saying he should grow up, which only made Mathieu cry harder. I yelled at Seongnam and then his lower lip began to quiver.
"Come here, loves." I bent down and threw out my arms. Both of my boys came to me and we had a group hug and a small cry together.
Seongnam wiped his eyes with the back of his hand and then Mathieu wiped my cheeks adorably.
"Now, Mama needs to unpack some more. We don't want the sneezies, so be big boys and find all the windows and throw them all open for your silly Mama, okay?"
Mathieu squealed and ran off to find the first window. Seongnam looked at me seriously for a moment and then bopped my nose with his forefinger. He had seen his father do that to me numerous times and for some odd reason it stopped me from sneezing.
I almost teared up again but kept it together for my oldest. "Thank you, Southern star."
Seongnam grinned at me. "Welcome, Northern Star."
"When you're done with the windows, go play outside with Mathieu, okay?" Seongnam nodded solemnly. "You can go into the forest but only as far as you can still see the house. No farther than that."
"Yes, Mama," Seongnam agreed and then he was gone.
I spent the day unpacking and cleaning our fix-me-up. I noted most of the repairs in a notebook, thinking I could do a lot myself minus the roof. Before I realized it, it was lunch time. I leaned out the kitchen window that looked to the forest and called out the boys' names. Soon, they were running out of the forest, squealing and giggling.
"Mama!" Mathieu practically threw himself into my arms. "We made a new friend!"
"Did you say good morning to some bunnies like the princess?" I asked, burying my face into the crook of Mathieu’s neck.
"Noooooo," he giggled, pushing away my face. "It's the forest spirit like in your story!"
My stomach dipped and my hold on Mathieu tightened. Seongnam must have seen my face fall as well because he came and grabbed my hand. "What's wrong? Didn't you say the forest sent the spirit to the princess because she was lonely?"
My own story was starting to really bite me in the ass. "It was just a story, star."
Seongnam frowned. "No, it isn't. We met him today! He showed us the hollow and the view from the top of the tree!"
I shook my feeling of anxiety and played along with Seongnam. Clearly they really had latched onto my story. I had even dreamt of the story. They were my children after all, they'd be good at playing make believe.
"Did you get a name for the forest spirit?" I inquired.
"San!" Mathieu declared, throwing his arms up in the air. "He throws me high in the air and I float on toys!"
"Well that does sound like a lot of fun," I agreed.
I settled Mathieu on my hip and started to pull out the ingredients for sandwiches. "Did you nap too? The forest spirit does love a good nap."
"No, San said he wasn't tired because he had a nap with you!" Seongnam answered while he sat at the table.
I tried not to falter at Seongnam’s words. I put Mathieu in his raised chair and started making sandwiches. I had to do something with my hands to stop them from shaking.
"Well, let's make sure the forest sent the same spirit to me as it did to you, huh? What if it's playing a trick on us? Your San, he had short, dark hair? A gray shirt with silly cut outs?"
"Yeah!" Seongnam nodded his head so quickly his glasses fell down the bridge of his nose. "And he had these." And my eldest proceeded to poke both of his cheeks.
Shit, this just got real.
That night, after a story about a car that spoke to its owner, I was outside on my porch quicker than if my ass had been on fire.
"Forest spirit, who gave you permission to play with MY children?" I hissed into the darkness.
I was met with silence.
"Oh, so now you're playing shy, huh?!" I said, putting my hands on my hips.
“See, your heart calls out to me even now.”
Fine, two could play this game.
I thought of when I met Seonghwa. He had been staring at me in the library for over half an hour and it had been bothering me. So I gathered my bag and books and walked over to his desk and slammed a hand down in front of him, making him jump and yelp in fright.
"How am I supposed to read when I can feel your eyes boring into my back, just between my shoulder blades?" I whispered angrily.
"Actually," Seonghwa blinked up at me. "I was trying to figure out if the barrette under your bun was a shooting star."
I slapped my hand on my shooting star barrette. "Oh. I'm sorry," I apologized lamely.
Seonghwa smiled, crooked but kind. "That's interesting because my name actually means 'to be a star'."
"It doesn't mean anything, it just means I really like stars," I mumbled under my breath. I was embarrassed and I just wanted to get out of here now.
Seonghwa tilted his head flirtatiously. "Then you must like me too."
I sighed and curled a fist over my heart, back in the present. Seonghwa had been sick then but it barely affected him. If I had known… no. I loved Seonghwa fiercely and proudly and I wouldn't give up my sons for the world.
"Hello again, fallen star."
"San--"
San's eyes lit up with excitement. "So they did tell you about me!"
"I've never seen them so happy and glowing in a long time," I said wistfully.
"They just needed to have someone look at them and acknowledge that they are here," San said, nodding his head sagely.
I shook my head. "I don't understand this."
"You don't have to understand it." San leaned back against one of the porch pillars and it creaked.
I stared worriedly at the roof of the porch. "Am I gonna have to fix you too?"
San giggled, the melodic noise dancing through the air. "The house has good bones. It was built from the trees from the forest, freely given."
I pursed my lips. "I don't want more of your gifts."
San cocked his head curiously. "You couldn't sleep. I helped you."
"I'm not a forest spirit, I can't sleep outside without getting cold and stiff," I replied, rubbing a shoulder with one hand.
"You weren't cold!" San frowned, "I kept you warm."
I began to rub my eyebrow. "I don't need any more help."
“Then why did your heart call out to me?”
San’s gaze felt a little too heavy for my liking. “Because I wanted to yell at you.”
“For taking care of the little ones?” San blew a raspberry, “Humans are funny.”
My throat tightened and tears burned my eyes. San was right. I was just as bad as my children, lashing out when I didn’t know who I truly wanted to be angry at. I felt warm hands grasp my upper arm.
“Do not cry, fallen star,” San reassured me.
I bent my neck so my head could lower. I didn’t want him to see my tears for some reason I could not fathom. “I’m not crying,” I sniffled.
San pulled me in for a hug and the dam broke. All the walls I had up, all the meticulously built support to stay strong for everyone in my life gave out and I began to sob into San’s chest. My face was buried there and his arms were around me and I wept for my life. I wept that I had to make promises I couldn't keep to my children. I wept for my sick husband. I wept that I was tired and sad and neglected--
With tears pouring down my face, San released me and tipped my head back with a finger under my chin. “You are beautiful,” he beamed down at me with such a radiant smile.
My shoulders still shook as my sobs wracked through my body. “I’m not,” I said stubbornly.
“Your heart is beautiful, therefore you are,” San insisted.
And just like that, my heart started beating out of my chest. San seemingly responded, grin only getting wider and bolder. He leaned in and I put a hand on his chest to halt him from getting too close. “Don’t.”
"I just want you to feel loved," San sighed, his warm breath flirting with my lips.
"My husband--"
"Your heart is sick, Nari."
"San, I can't!"
"Then let me."
His lips descended onto mine. He kissed me softly, he kissed me gently, and with kindness that made my heart melt. I was like fragile glass in his hands but he knew exactly how to handle me. His tongue touched my lips and my mouth opened up for him with a groan. It had been ages since I had been kissed this way. Since--
I pushed San firmly back, palms to chest and San let me break the kiss. "No."
San watched me with solemn eyes and said nothing until I reached my door. "You know, while I kissed you, your heart wasn't crying anymore."
The next day we made our first trip to Seonghwa's room at the hospice. I had a buggy attached to my bike and Seongnam had his own bike, training wheels taken off as the last service his father had performed for him.
The boys were so excited to see their father and to tell him about the move. I let them run into his room while the doctor snagged me for a talk. It seemed like the move to the hospice had put quite a lot of stress on Seonghwa’s body.
"Are you saying the move was bad for him?" I demanded incredulously.
The doctor shook his head. "Not at all. We are already seeing the change the air is having on his lungs. His heart, on the other hand--"
And then I heard the word San.
Seongnam was talking animatedly with his hands, that he took after me in regard to. Mathieu bounced on the bed, excited to blurt out his adventures with the forest spirit. And all I could think about was how I had kissed a man other than Seonghwa.
"Thank you, doctor, but I would like to see Seonghwa now." I nodded curtly and then pushed into the room.
“And how is my northern star?” Seonghwa smiled, his eyes twinkling like stars themselves.
“I’m fine, Hwa,” I murmured, pushing my hair behind my ear.
“Your hair is getting long,” He mentioned, rubbing a strand between his thumb and forefinger.
“Mama hates it Papa, but she says it’s for you,” Mathieu blurted out, not truly understanding what he was repeating.
Seonghwa’s smile grew and my cheeks became warm. “Is that so?”
I pulled Mathieu closer to me, avoiding eye contact. I started to absentmindedly comb his hair down. “Well, it’s not like the hairdresser is nearby anymore.”
“Did the doctor say you could come home now?’ Seongnam asked solemnly.
“I’m sorry,” was all that Seonghwa could offer to his eldest son.
Mathieu bursted out crying at the announcement that Papa wasn’t coming home. Seongnam teared up too and I knew it was time to take them home. I ushered them out before they could exhaust Seonghwa; he needed all the energy he could muster to focus on healing. Except when I turned my head one last time to see Seonghwa, he was crying too. I had to remain strong for the males in my life and not shed a single tear.
The next following days were full of dark clouds, metaphorical and literal. The boys were either silent with their thoughts or burst out in anger. They fought with each other, Seongnam lashing out verbally while Mathieu usually responded physically.
I had to start sleeping with Mathieu in my bed to keep them separated at night. I slept better, oddly enough, with Mathieu drooling on my stomach as I stroked his hair until he slept.
The day the rain actually started was the same day I left the kids off with the local granny at my house. They promised to behave and listen to Granny but I was still worried. I didn't have much of a choice. My editor demanded I meet her back in the city.
The train into the city came at an ungodly hour in the morning but my appointment with my editor wasn't until late afternoon. I didn't have any friends to meet up with, taking care of Seonghwa for the past couple years had made me out of the loop of their lives and caused it to be awkward. And even once I met up with my editor, she only had bad news.
"Your stories need a new main love interest, Nari," she said, slamming the top of her laptop down with finality.
"What?!" I asked, rubbing my eyebrow.
"It's always a gentle man, with a kind smile and growly voice. The readers need something new to sink their teeth into," My editor insisted.
"How about an infuriating man who insists that he knows your heart better than you do and kisses you because of that," I grumbled under my breath.
My editor's eyebrows shot into her fringe. "That's perfect, actually, are you working on something I don't know about?"
I opened my mouth and closed it. I had said that flippantly, thinking of San, I hadn't meant that seriously. "I was kidding!"
My editor gave me a look that said she didn't believe me. "Well, if you do work on something, let me know, before you even write a first draft. No use working it all out if it's just a copy and paste of the last one."
I was dismayed to see that the rain was still going strong as I made my way home. The grayness of the day suited the way the day had gone but I felt like I needed some sunshine to brighten up my day. Alas, that didn’t seem like it was going to happen. The rain and the wind picked up so suddenly that once I walked off the train, the wind pulled my umbrella into a dance amongst the sky and left me at the mercy of the rain.
I rode my bike from the station, cursing the dark country roads. What was my editor thinking? A love interest like San? My readers would be outraged. They love my characters who always ask if they can kiss their beloved. They love the men who point up at a shooting star and then give a reason to put their arm around their beloved. They loved the love interests who kissed their pregnant wife's protruding belly, promising to be there for all of the unborn baby's life--
I squinted but the light coming from my bike was barely helping, and with the rain continuously and relentlessly whipping into my face and my glasses, I was bound for a crash. It happened almost instantly, my bike barreling into the ditch and sending me over the handlebars. I braced for impact and should have hit the ground hard, or a tree for that matter, but all I heard was an ‘oomph’.
"That's not how you fly, fallen star."
"I wasn't trying to fly, San!" I cried out in frustration and anger.
"Could have fooled me," San chuckled.
I was cradled in the forest spirit's arms, one arm under my back and the other under my legs. "Put me down."
San jutted his chin out in the direction of my bike. "You're not getting home with that anymore."
My bike was a mangled mess, the chain broken and a wheel bent. How much could I have hurt myself if not for San catching me? What would have happened to Seongnam and Mathieu? Angry tears began to fall down my cheek. Why did life have to be so hard right now?
"I can help you get home," San murmured.
"Are we going to float on toys?" I asked sarcastically, recalling what Mathieu had said.
"No." San began to climb out of the ditch, water running down his hair and down his face, eyes forward and determined. "Cat bus."
"Cat bus," I said with disbelief. "There are no buses around here, San," I deadpanned.
"Cat bus only reveals itself to people in need," San replied.
"This is ridiculous," I muttered under my breath.
San stood in the rain at the side of the road, without letting my feet touch the ground, like he expected something to pull around the corner--I jolted when two beams of light turned the corner of the road.
"Shut up," I whispered.
A bus in the shape of a cat with many legs ran to us. It had tiny rat's eyes as its red lights and it--it truly was a Cat Bus. San put us both on the bus and it ran across the hills and leapt over the forest and before I realized it, I was screaming. Not in fear, but in exhilaration. The speed raced through my veins and made me feel alive.
San lifted me once more when we arrived at my fix-it-up house and only put me down as he said, "My princess, your castle."
"Were you listening at the window when I told them that story?!" I demanded.
San simply shook his head like I was the silly one. "Of course not. The wind carries your stories to me. But more importantly, your children believe that you're the princess in that story. They believe that I was sent here so that you're not so lonely now that Papa is sick. They don't even think of themselves when they play with me. They are always thinking of you."
"Thank you for today," I said instead.
"Your heart called for me and I answered," San said simply.
I entered my house, soaking wet and instantly scared to death as Granny shouted at me. "There you are!"
My heart fell to my stomach at the look of worry on Granny's face. "Are my boys okay?!"
"They're fine--but Seonghwa!"
My legs gave out on me. Here I was, having an unbelievable experience with San and my Seonghwa was suffering. "What?"
"The hospice sent someone an hour ago!" Granny held my hands between her own. "Seonghwa's heart is weak. They want you and the boys there, in case--"
"Oh, God."
We rushed to the hospice, Granny calling her son to bring us in his UTV. I had Mathieu on my lap and Seongnam clutched to my side the entire ride. I didn't say a word to either of them but I think they knew exactly what was happening. They didn't know what this truly meant but it was like we had all been bracing for impact, like I had been when I fell off my bike. I winced. I don't think San could save us from this.
The nurses and the doctors rounded up the children and allowed me to go into Seonghwa's room first.
"Hwa," I whimpered.
He looked so fragile in his bed with all the wires attached to him and the machines beeping. He even had an oxygen mask over his face. And yet he still managed to smile at me. "How's my Northern Star?"
"Park Seonghwa," and then I started to cry.
I lied on the bed and sobbed because I was terrified to even touch him. Seonghwa's fingers ghosted the top of my head, the most he could reach. "Don't cry, Nari. I love you."
"I love you too!" I sobbed. "You promised when I was carrying Seongnam that you would be with us forever."
"Nari." I sat up but it only made it worse. Seonghwa was crying, biting down on his bottom lip in an attempt to stop it from quivering. "I don't want to go either."
The tears wouldn't stop streaming down my face, and down my chin and down my neck. "You were supposed to get better."
"The doctor's tried their best," Seonghwa insisted, swallowing his tears. "The boys?"
"They…" I began to shake my head, "No, they can't see you like this, Hwa."
"Nari." I winced. Seonghwa rarely used his no-nonsense voice towards me.
I wiped my tears away as quickly and as best as I could and turned to leave. I gathered up Mathieu in my arms and took Seongnam's hand wordlessly.
"Mama?" Mathieu said my name like he was terrified.
"We need to have a family meeting," I said.
"I don't want to have a family meeting," Seongnam whimpered.
"We have to," I insisted and then re-entered Seonghwa's room.
Seonghwa shakily pulled off his oxygen mask. I heard the nurse begin to protest but the doctor shushed her. "Come give Papa a kiss," Seonghwa held open his arms to take Mathieu first.
"Papa," Mathieu whimpered. He gave a large smacking, wet kiss to Seonghwa's cheek. "Why do you look like a robot?"
Seonghwa smiled shakily. "Because they're turning me into one."
"Papa!" Seongnam really couldn't take his father's silliness, just like me. "Be serious."
Seonghwa patted the bed and Seongnam let go of my hand and went to his father. "I am serious, southern star."
Seonghwa was the one that told the bedtime story tonight. He spun a tale of a boy who was born with a heart that was too big and lungs that were too small. The boy had a long journey to find the wizard, and along the way he met two stars and a tiny cat. By the time the boy got a heart of diamond and lungs of steel, Seongnam and Mathieu were fast asleep. I didn't have the heart to move anyone but the nurse did insist on putting Seonghwa's oxygen mask back over his face. Eventually, they were all asleep and it was just me.
The doctor made sure that I had all the legal precautions in place for when, not if, Seonghwa's heart finally gave out and that was all I could take for my very, horrible day. I fell asleep, head on the bed, bent over in a chair pulled up to Seonghwa's bed, holding Seonghwa's hand.
🌳🌳🌳
The funeral made me feel like I was the one that passed away. I felt numb. I felt like I was floating. Nothing seemed real. Seonghwa’s happy face was at the front of the church but he wasn't here any longer. Countless people gave me their sympathies and cried but I had no more tears. The last ones I shed were on Seonghwa’s deathbed.
Going home after it all was the worst part. Seonghwa had never seen our house and now he never would. The house would never know of Seonghwa playing with his sons. The house would never hear Seonghwa’s laughter after he embarrassed himself. This house would never hold any memories of my husband and my boys Papa. This truly was a new fresh start for us all.
Everything seemed to be more gray after Seonghwa passed. I was numb for so long, only raising my head above water to take care of the children but the rest of the time my mind was empty and void. I could think of nothing, because if I did, I would break and not be able to provide for my boys.
The boys were devastated for days, I barely heard them play or laugh. They simple went about their days like they were required but I missed the days of hearing them squeal with happiness when I bid them home from the forest for lunch.
Eventually, I had to stop simply raising my head out of the water but to pull my body out completely.
"Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey," I shouted as I brought down a wooden spoon several times on a pot.
"Mama?" Mathieu rubbed his eyes with his chubby fists.
"Mama!" Seongnam groaned, pulling his blankets over his head.
"The princess is summoning her most championed knights. Her highness has decided that there will be an outing to pick mushrooms and berries and to take a picnic with the forest spirit!" I shouted, leaning over Seongnam's body and making Mathieu giggle.
"Wait, a picnic? In the forest?" Seongnam ripped his blankets off himself and stared up at me. My heart almost broke at how excited he was.
"San?!" Mathieu screamed in glee and almost fell trying to get out of his bed.
"But first, the finest cooks in all the land have made bacon and eggs. We must consume the royal breakfast in order to leave the castle!" I declared.
After breakfast, I found a pink diaphanous scarf to dramatically throw over my shoulder. Mathieu acquired a bucket as his helm and Seongnam tied two sieves along his shoulders as his armor. My most trusted knights followed me into the forest as we sought out the forest spirit.
I thought about a time right before Seonghwa got very sick. Mathieu was around two, starting to learn how to walk and talk. Seonghwa had gotten sad that Mathieu didn't want to be held by his father as much anymore. So Seonghwa had declared that the floor was poisonous for the entire day and if anyone but an adult touched, they would hate their favorite food. Seongnam and I spent the entire day on our couch, snacking and watching movies. But Seonghwa spent the entire day dutifully carrying Mathieu everywhere his little heart desired. And when we all went to sleep that night, Seonghwa declared it the best day of his life.
"What do we have here?" San stepped out of the dappled forest shade.
Seongnam jumped in front of me, brandishing a stick he had found on the way and Mathieu mimicked him only with a tall flower he had found. "We are the princess' most trusted knights. Are you the fabled forest spirit?"
"Hmmm, depends on who is asking?" San pretended to think about it. "I know two boys who are my best friends. Are you the same knights?" San's eyes danced with amusement as he stared straight at me.
"San!" Mathieu pushed back his bucket. "It's us!"
San crouched in front of Mathieu. "Oh, Matty! There you are!"
"San?" Seongnam solemnly said the forest spirit's name.
"Is that you, Seongnam?" San exclaimed.
"Mama has never been to the Hollow." Seongnam's eyes slid to me, as if he felt guilty for never bringing me there.
San slapped his hands to his cheeks in shock. "You're right! How did this escape me?"
"Hollow! Hollow!" Mathieu chanted.
San put his hands under Mathieu’s arm and raised him to sit on his shoulders. San offered one hand to Seongnam, who clung to San's pinky and ring finger. San's other hand went to hold Mathieu’s leg to keep him in place on his shoulders. Seongnam looked up at San and there was hope and a smile on Seongnam's face. Mathieu was still chanting 'Hollow!' when he had been as quiet as a mouse for weeks.
At last San turned to look at me. "Aren't you coming, Princess?" San lifted his eyebrows in question.
I lifted my chin stubbornly and made a small 'hmph!' noise. "A princess leads, she does not follow!"
Mathieu giggled. "You don't know where it is, Mama!" Seongnam insisted, rolling his eyes, just like me.
I felt my heart burst. This moment felt normal. This felt real. I felt present and grounded and truly here. Something I haven't felt since…
"Come back, Fallen Star," San murmured.
"Mama?" Mathieu frowned.
"Mama isn't a fallen star!" Seongnam insisted stubbornly, "Papa always said, she's the northern star, she's how you find home!"
"She does feel like home, doesn't she?" San tilted his head.
Mathieu clearly didn't understand what was going on so he started changing Hollow again and I knew we had to move on. "Knight Star, lead the way." I motioned towards Seongnam.
"Follow me everyone!" Seongnam shouted.
As we walked, the four of us along the forest path, I wondered if it was possible that life could perhaps be less hard right now. Perhaps my lonely heart, and my son's, had summoned San. Perhaps… perhaps I could go back to being a Northern star; not a lonely star nor a fallen one. Perhaps, I would find love when I wasn't looking for it.
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Brewing Storm - San Diego
Hey and welcome to a new day of "I have too many ideas and too little time to get it done." 😀
This is a new project that came up thanks to @none-of-your-bullshit and her cool idea to pair Jake Seresin with a NCIS!Reader. This is the first installment of I don't have a plan yet how many parts 🤭 Reader is non-descriptive and Y/N but I'll make sure to not use it or use Candy occasionally. Let me know what you think. If you want to be tagged in future chapters follow the link.
Have fun and happy reading ❤️
Thank you to @fortheloveoffanfic @ladyelissarose and @missathlete31 for being my betas
Warnings: 18+ in future chapters, MDNI, canon violence, mentions of injuries, fighting, drug trafficking
Y/N "Candy" Gibbs, former FBI Agent, gets sent to the San Diego office helping to clean up some older cases that had been tracked all the way up to Washington. What she didn't expect was to meet a cocky pilot that wasn't just trying to get into her pants but was in serious trouble with a capital T after he and Andrew Caine witnessed a drug deal at the base gone wrong.
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Part 1 - San Diego
“So, Candy, how’s the California guys treating you?” Nick Torres asked with a grin, as they had their usual zoom dinner chat. Ellie shook her head and McGee had to swallow the retort that was about to leave his lips, thankful for using his headphones. No way was he going to say something with Gibbs sitting at his desk across from him while the other two were lounging at home having fun.
Chuckling at your fellow agent and friend you shook your head, before you held up your phone and turned around. One of the agents of the San Diego office had decided to take you to the Hard Deck, a bar most of the Navy personnel frequented. “I’m not complaining, the weather is great and I’ve seen the Navy men around here without a shirt on more often than not.”
“Shut up!” Ellie’s mouth hung open and you could practically see the light shining in her eyes. “I’ll be sure to send in a transfer to SoCal, can’t let you drool over them all by yourself.”
Laughing softly, your expression turned serious again. "I miss you guys already. This assignment is taking too fucking long."
"Don't worry, you'll have to bear our antics sooner than you'd like and you'd be happy to be back with the FBI instead of the Navy team catching the bad guys." Torres winked at you, taking a big bite of his burger and you already knew why you were happy to not have him sit next to you. Ellie scrunched up her nose at his behavior and shook her head, mumbling men loud enough for him to gasp around his food.
"Gibbs will make sure you guys behave, he did it before I joined the FBI."
"Yes, and I'll do it well after." His usual hard look softened as his gaze fell upon your face over McGee's.
"Hey Uncle G, hope the rascals are keeping out of trouble up in Washington." You cackled loudly at the way their faces scrunched up and the eyebrow raise you got from the three agents.
Your uncle grinned, knowing they couldn't tell a lot about the last days without you at the Navy Yard and how many bad moods their boss had been in since you weren't there to calm him down. "How's the West Coast treating you, Candy darl'? Hopefully no premature Navy men trying to get in your pants."
"Never Uncle G." You told him, your voice sounding confident but over the bar top you saw the one person that made it hard for you to sleep at night.
Lieutenant Jake Seresin.
Not because you were occupied in the horizontal tango - no, not at all, but the Naval aviator had been coming to the Hard Deck like clockwork with or without his fellow pilots ever since you showed up that first day with your fellow agents. He would come to the bar, trying to buy you a drink at least three times during his stay, but each time you declined.
His eyes found yours from across the room. The Lieutenant looked good in his Khakis, his hair in his usual backcombed style. If Ellie saw you, she'd probably tell you, you were drooling.
The clearing of a throat pulled you out of your thoughts, your uncle giving you the side eye. “No men, huh?”
“Oh come on, you sound like I should be in a convent.”
“A convent? No, according to your mother, a different country is more like it.” He told you, but you weren’t sure if he was joking or not.
Shaking your head you grinned at your boss and family. "It's not like that, Gibbs. I just happen to be here in Fightertown and not to mention the Army vs Navy football game coming up."
"Oh, are you going to watch it?" Ellie asked, earning an eye roll from Torres as he knew what his partner was getting at.
"Actually we'll be helping with security. Jason and Andrew are part of the referee team and Lucille, Connor and I will be posing as a security team at the entrance."
Shaking his head, your uncle removed himself from his perch, knowing you wouldn't elaborate on the things that were happening down in Southern California. "Just stay safe over there or I'll come and get you back here all by my lonesome."
"Don't you worry, Uncle G. Nothing will happen, I promise.”
Ellie winked at you, telling you in a silent way to not do anything she wouldn’t do while Torres just rolled his eyes and McGee’s reaction was barely visible. Finally telling them goodbye you ended the call and returned to the drink in front of you.
Unbeknownst to you your nightly nemesis kept glancing your way a few times during his pool game with his fellow aviator.
“You going to try that maneuver again with her or keep silently praying to whoever will listen that she’ll give you the time of the day?” The dark skinned pilot joked, watching his friend lining up his shot and to the shock of all that knew him failed to make it.
Closing his eyes, Jake took a deep breath. You had been on his mind constantly - at night, during the day, even in his head while he was soaring above the clouds. “I don’t think she’ll ever say yes. I tried all my moves and she said No. Got to stop before it gets embarrassing.”
Javy snorted, leaning against his cue. “Never thought the great Hangman was a quitter.”
“Shut up, Machado.” He grumbled, finally getting the shot right. Straightening up, he turned back towards the bar where you had been sitting all night. The way you smiled down at the screen of your phone made his insides flutter, a feeling that only being airborne could give him.
Maybe - maybe he would have to think up a new maneuver to succeed in this mission.
Yeah, he’d start on a new strategy tomorrow. Most important point of the battle plan - don’t be the dick that left others hanging, or he’d be the one to be hung out to dry.
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#jake seresin x NCIS!reader#jake seresin x reader#hangman x reader#TG:M x NCIS#top gun maverick#top gun maverick fic#jake seresin fic#ncis fanfiction#TG:M x NCIS crossover
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Charming | F. Hargreeves
pairings: five hargreeves x fem!reader
synopsis: five has a conversation with klaus about a certain girl who's the complete opposite of him, which klaus seems to catch on about who this mystery girl was, and who she meant to five.
prompt/s:
2. “quite charming, really.”
13. “oh my god, you are down bad for him/her/them, aren't you?”
notes: five did time travel, he did see the apocalypse, but was able to return as soon as he saw the date, therefore making him the same age as everyone else, including yourself.
disclaimer: five is above 18 in all my fics unless stated otherwise!
“So this girl. What's she like? Do I know her, Five?”
“I met her quite a while ago, when i still worked for the commission. So no, you don't know her, Klaus.” Five lied, since he didn't want to seem obvious that it was in fact someone he knew. “Ohhh. Tell me about her?” Five sighs. “Fine.”
“She's the complete opposite of me. Kind on all fronts, always patient with anyone, and she's also very sweet to anyone, even strangers. Opposite of me, i tell you.”
Klaus looks back at a conversation they had as kids years ago.
“This new friend of yours, [Name], right? What's she like?”
“Kind, patient and sweet with anyone and everyone. Even strangers. She's basically my polar opposite.” Five described you. “Ooh! Well she's probably fun to hang out with, isn't she?”
Five stayed silent. “Yes, she is.”
Klaus, finally seeing the big picture, decides to play along. “Ohh! Well she must be nice.” Five smiles slightly, “Quite charming, really.”
Klaus laughs. “Does my dear brother perhaps like this girl? This girl who happens to be [Name]?” a smirking Klaus said, making Five widen his eyez. “W-what?” he scoffs, “No. No, it's not [Name].” Klaus' laughibg turns into cackling now. “Oh my god, you are down bad for her, aren't you?”
Five scoffs again, “I told you, it's not her.” Ok, now Klaus was dying of laughter. Wheezing on the floor, he manages to say, “I'm not that stupid on this stuff, Five! I know who it is and that you like her!”
Laughing once more, he stood up and walked away, leaving Five absolutely dumbfounded.
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Overworked
Set in the "Steve Is Forcibly Adopted" universe, a few months after they are all living in the cabin.
Stranger Things
WC: 1k
A/N: This was the original scene that inspired my Adopted!Steve fic. I recommend reading that one first :)
Steve didn’t even realize that the whole day had passed until he heard Hop’s key in the cabin door. He rolled his neck and winced as it gave a painful pop. It seems he had unintentionally spent the entire day working on his college applications.
Hop knocked on the door of Steve’s room and pushed it open, and El followed him in with a serious expression on her face. Steve half-glanced at them and mumbled a greeting before turning back to the pile of papers on his desk.
El spoke first. “You have spent the whole day in here. It is time for a break.”
Steve hummed absentmindedly. “Sure thing, El, just give me a few more minutes.”
If Steve had been facing her he would have seen the look of mischief and determination that flashed over her face. “Hop. Steve skipped lunch. And he only had coffee for breakfast.”
At those words, Steve went still, the tips of his ears turning red. Hop’s eyebrows climbed high on his forehead. “Is that true, Steve?”
Steve whirled around, face as red as his ears, and he babbled, “Wait, no it’s - well I mean - I just had to -” he turned to El. “You said you wouldn’t say anything! What happened to ‘friends don’t lie’?”
El smirked in a way that told Steve she was about to repeat something Max had told her. “Friends don’t lie. But sisters do.” Steve suddenly felt himself getting up out of his chair and walking over to plop on the bed next to Hopper.
“Hey! No powers! This is cheating!” Steve yelped as his arms gently raised themselves above his head.
“El, what have we talked about?” Hopper asked sternly.
El pouted. “Consent and respect for boundaries.”
“Right. So what am I going to say?”
“Not to use my powers on Steve when he hasn’t consented.”
“Thank you,” Hop said as El released Steve, who shook out his hands and wrapped his arms around himself in a hug. Hop nodded his approval at El, and then turned his attention back to his eldest.
“Kid, did we or did we not just have a conversation last week about not overworking yourself? Especially while you’re still healing?” Hopper asked.
Steve squirmed under the weight of Hopper’s stare. “Well, I mean, we did but -”
“No buts,” El said. That had quickly become a favorite phrase ever since Lucas introduced it to her a month ago.
Hop sighed, but Steve could see his eyes twinkling and that reassured him that he wasn’t really in trouble. “What are we gonna do with you, kiddo?”
“He needs tickles,” El said sagely, making a bunch of butterflies erupt in Steve’s tummy. Steve’s eyes got big.
“What? No! I don’t, I’m sorry, I promise, I’ll take a break or whatever -”
“Too late for that, bud. You must need a reminder about not overdoing it,” Hop said, grinning.
“I don’t, I don’t, please Hop I’m sorry, just dohohohon’t,” Steve started giggling before Hopper had even touched him, fingers wiggling threateningly. Steve hugged himself tighter, as if he had any chance of guarding every one of his tickle spots..
Gently, Hop pushed Steve down onto the bed and dug his fingers into Steve’s ribs. Steve broke immediately, letting out a cackle that had him turning red from embarrassment. In the months he had been living with Hopper and El, the chief had worked out all the spots that would leave Steve in hysterics.
El bounced happily on her toes, delighted with Steve’s laughter. She pried one of his hands away from his ribs and began tracing the lines on his palms lightly, which made Steve shriek and start to let out bubbly giggles.
“How’s it going, there, kiddo? You getting the message yet?” Hopper asked through a grin.
“Yes yehehehehes yehehehes I am! Prohohohohomise!” Steve laughed.
“Yeah? Tell me, then, why is it important to take breaks?”
“Cause - cahahause people neheheheed to eat and sleheheheep and relahahahax or they get sihihick,” Steve grumbled through his giggles.
“Yup. And are we ever going to get mad at you for taking a break when you need one? Hop asked, scribbling his fingers over Steve’s tummy and down to his hips.
“NOHOHOHOHOHO,” he wailed as he arched his back.
Hopper graciously chose to interpret that as an answer to his question rather than a protest.
“And do we want to set a good example for our younger friends?” Hop asked, at this point just messing with his kid to prolong the playfulness. Hopper drilled his fingers under his boy’s arms, one of his favorite of Steve’s spots because he would always shake his head back and forth reflexively.
“Ye - YEHEHEHES - HOP PLEHEHEHEHEASE,” Steve begged through his laughter. “NOHOHOHOHO MOHOHOHORE!”
Hop pulled his fingers away with a smile, and El dropped Steve’s hand, which he immediately rubbed on the bed to try and rid himself of the feeling. Hop pulled Steve up into a hug, scratching his head the way Hop knew made him melt.
Steve sighed and burrowed into Hopper’s shoulder, and El hooked one of her arms through Steve’s. Everything settled, residual giggles petering out and long, even breaths taking their place.
“Hop?” Steve mumbled into his shoulder.
“Yeah bud?”
“El didn’t keep the door open three inches when Mike came over last week.”
El launched herself up with a squawk. “Steve! You - “ she abandoned whatever she was going to say in favor of running out of the room, throwing wary glances at Hop’s hands. They both laughed. He’d get her in a moment.
He gave Steve one last squeeze. “I’m proud of you, kiddo. Try and get some rest while I deal with your sister. I’ll wake you for dinner when it’s ready.”
Steve was already asleep.
#tickle fic#stranger things tickle fic#ticklish!steve harrington#the autistic el hopper agenda never sleeps#tickling#tfb community#hop brings out my attachment issues lol#enjoy!
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Jjk characters reaction to Jujutsu kaisen !!
ft. Yuji, Megumi, Nobara, Gojo, Geto, Toji, Mahito
a/n: this is my first work ><!! english isn't my first language but hope u enjoy :)
(geto & toji are alive :D)
WARNING : manga spoilers
Yuji Itadori :
He's 17 in highschool
Was bored and binge watching netflix when he found out about this anime
Favourite character is Nanami because he thinks his 7:3 technique is super cool (my boy's eyes shine whenever he comes up on screen 🥺)
Thinks he can fix Geto
Secretly recommends Jjk to his closest friends since he wants to "gatekeep" this precious show and now they have to hear Yuji's rants about how one day he will fist fight Mahito
Obsessed with Jujusanpo
Fushiguro Megumi :
One of Yuji's unfortunate best friends who was recommended Jjk
Did not watch the show untill Yuji was falsely declared dead and he needed something to remind him of his best friend
Itadori is his favourite character (and we know why)
Becomes his comfort show
Looked up for the manga because he can't wait for second season and oh boy was that his biggest mistake... he cried his eyes out under his blanket reading Shibuya arc
Kugisaki Nobara :
Yuji told her about a "hot girl with green hair in specs who's exactly her type" in the show and yes that's all it took
Maki is her kin (what did we expect) and mentally notes to keep that her kid's name
Jumps on couch to hype up Gojo every time he beat ass
Tags official jjk on Twitter and rants to bring back the previous intro
Has her room filled with merches which she's proud to show off. One time when Yuji stole her favorite Maki hoodie he faced the wrath in form of her hammer
Gojo Satoru :
Heard Yuji recommend this show to his friends & decided to watch to "fit in" 🙄
Actually gets into it
Favourite character is Megumi and he roots so hard for him, one-sided arguments with Shoko to let her know how much potential this boy has and comes up with theories for the reason for his current personality
Replays the intro 5 times while humming loudly to the music that's his ritual
One day he shows up in his 'violin teacher Satoru' cosplay to the class and everyone is frustrated because how the fuck does he look so good and on-point
Geto Suguru :
Starts watching so Gojo doesn't have to fanboy alone
Favourite character is Gojo because he's his definition of a perfect sorcerer and lowkey wants his powers
Has made tons of jjk playlists
Yells "slay gurllll " when Nobara or Maki fight/do something mean
Has uploaded a cover of him and Shoko singing to the intro on youtube and guess who is sulking now
Toji Fushiguro :
Megumi put it up on the TV so he can re-watch the show with his dad as a method to bond with him
To his surprise his dad actually looks invested??
Favourite character is Yuta and he's very much fascinated by Rika
Little eyebrow frowns as he completely freezes in concentration during Yuta VS Geto fight scene and Megumi can't stop his giddy smiling
Calls Todo his 'son'
One day he calls out Megumi for having the same hair as that emo shadow kid and cackles hard to the point of tears
Mahito :
He's an anime youtuber
Has been requested for a reaction on Jjk multiple times so here he goes
Did no research so starts from movie 0 and he's completely clueless 😭
He's a Toji stan do i need to say more
Cheers for the bad guys because they're hot and even hypes them up sometimes
Has done Mei Mei cosplay
Gives manga spoilers to anime onlys mercilessly and has been canceled on twitter for the same
#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#headcanon#jjk headcanons#yuji itadori#megumi fushiguro#nobara kugisaki#satoru gojo#geto suguru#toji fushiguro#mahito#gojo headcanons#toji headcanons#megumi headcanons#new writter#jujutsu sorcerer
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how about meeting at a party whilst drunk au with anakin and obiwan?? not ship tho please
from this prompt list
It’s so hot.
Which, given the amount he’s had to drink this evening, is no surprise. It’s a common joke between Obi-Wan’s friends that his complaining about the warm temperature of a room is the tell-tale signal that he’s crossed the threshold into drunkenness.
He doesn’t feel drunk, though. Not entirely anyway.
Some fresh air is all he needs.
It’s been several years now since those extended weekends here throughout his time at university. He’s passed out on just about every flat surface in the house. Everyone always coveted an invite to Padmé’s family's vacation home on Lake Naboo. Most uni students barely had a proper flat to call their own, while Padmé had a summer house. It was impossible to hold Padmé’s wealth against her, though. Not when she made everyone she met feel as if they were part of her own family.
Obi-Wan slips through the doors onto the large balcony that overlooks the lake.
“Oh,” he says, seeing he’s not alone. “I’m sorry. I —”
“S’fine,” the man says, waving him off. He’s holding a half-full flute of champagne and it sloshes to the rim as he gestures. “I’m…I’m just taking a break.”
Obi-Wan nods, and leans against the railing, placing a comfortable distance between himself and the stranger.
“I needed some fresh air,” he says.
The lake is frozen over, as it always is this time of year. Faint lines from morning skaters can be seen criss-crossing over the thick ice. Obi-Wan isn’t sure he even remembers how to skate anymore.
“I’m Anakin, by the way.”
Obi-Wan almost chokes. “You’re…”
The man gives a sideways grin. “Welcome to my lovely home.” The smallest of hiccups punctuates his quip.
“I…I shouldn’t be wandering around —”
Anakin waves him off again. “Please. I know you. You’re Obi-Wan Kenobi.”
“I am,” he stammers. “I don’t think we’ve met…”
“Nope. But Padmé talks about you all the time.”
Guilt overwhelms Obi-Wan. “I was sorry to...to miss the wedding.”
Anakin shrugs, then takes a sip of his drink. “Padmé was pretty pissed.”
“Yes. I know.”
“Got married right here,” Anakin says, swinging his arms around to showcase the veranda. This time, his champagne does slosh over the rim of his glass.
“I saw pictures. It looked like a lovely ceremony.”
“Do you smoke?”
“Pardon?”
Anakin hiccups. “Neither do I.”
Obi-Wan must be drunker than he thought, because suddenly Anakin is the funniest person he’s ever met. He snorts in laughter, then uses the sleeve of his jumper to wipe at his nose.
“Y’know,” Anakin says, “Padmé always said we’d be good friends.” He looks over at Obi-Wan and cocks his head. “What d’you think?”
“I’ve been told I’m agreeable enough.”
It’s Anakin’s turn to laugh. He doesn’t hold back in the same way Obi-Wan does, instead throwing his head back and practically cackling to the sky. “I’m pretty sure I’m the most disagreeable person ever.”
“That can’t be true.”
“Sure it can.”
“Well—”
“See?” Anakin grins.
“How did you and Padmé meet? I’m afraid I…” Obi-Wan clears his throat. “I’m afraid I lost touch for a bit.”
Anakin rolls his eyes and downs the rest of his champagne. “Yeah. I heard.” He shrugs his shoulders. “What can I say? Padmé likes younger men.”
Obi-Wan chuckles. “How lucky for you.”
“Damn right.” He looks around and frowns. “Do you mind if I sit down?”
“There’s a bench just — oh.” Anakin has plopped down into the settled snow. “Alright.” He finds himself sitting down on the ground, too. His trousers are sure to be drenched after this, but he’s too intoxicated to care.
“So why’d you come?”
“What?” Obi-Wan questions.
“Tonight. Padmé’s been trying to see you for years.”
“Oh. Well…” Where to even begin. It was never Padmé’s fault. What happened to Qui-Gon, it…it was complicated. And, now, looking back, he wishes he had done so many things differently. He’d been hurt and angry and confused and — it had been easy to shut everyone out and disappear.
“It was time,” Obi-Wan says simply.
“One AM, I think.”
“What?”
“Did you ask —” Anakin stops, then throws his head back in laughter again, this time slamming the back of his head against the railing. “Never mind,” he manages through his laughter.
Obi-Wan begins to laugh, too. “So why are you out here? Instead…of —”
“I hate people.”
Obi-Wan lifts his eyebrows in surprise. “All people?”
“Most of them. Except for Padmé. You seem okay, but I think you’d be more boring if you were less drunk.”
“If I was less drunk?” Obi-Wan cries in outrage. “I beg your pardon, but —”
“Hey look.” A smile splits across Anakin’s face. “It’s snowing.”
#writing prompts#obi & ani#The Team#this is loosely inspired by that scene in little women where jo and laurie meet at the party as they hide from all the annoying people
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Mommy comes to beacon
It was a sunny day and Glynda Goodwitch was wondering why she was here
Not on Remnant per se; she had no time for an existential crisis. She certainly knew why she was at Beacon; the place would fall apart without her and she owed her Alma mater a lot.
No, the question was why she was delegated to a welcoming committee to a parent arriving at the bullhead docks.
Ozpin insisted strongly that she was the one to welcome this particular person, leaving her to wonder who would elicit such a response. It couldn't be a councilman; Ozpin would welcome them every time.
This was something else at work. But what?
The bullhead landed, opened and revealed...a blonde woman about Glynda's age in civilian clothes, smiling at her knowingly.
A maiden, maybe? Wait no, she was meant to be a parent.
"ah, the deputy headmistress!" The mother jovially exclaimed. "So I suppose you are going to lead me across campus?"
The teacher nodded curtly. "Glynda Goodwitch. My pleasure, missus..."
"Arc!"
Oh.
Mr Arc's mother had arrived, it seemed. Glynda could only wonder what her purpose was here. Perhaps she would bring her unprepared son home? It would be one worry less, knowing a brave but foolish boy would be out of harm's way.
Yes, she was told about his transcripts. An oversight on her part, something Ozpin found immensely amusing. She still wondered what the headmaster was thinking there.
"Mrs Arc." Glynda quietly wondered why she quirked her lips at hearing the name she herself gave. "Please follow me to your son's dorm. I assume you wish to speak to him?"
At that, something in her eyes changed. Did she and her son have an argument? Mrs Arc certainly seemed much sadder all of a sudden.
"well, yes, I do. Lead the way."
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Glynda can to realize very soon that Mrs Arc was an alumni of Beacon. How?
Duh.
"it has really been a while since I've last been here. Everything got fixed up and renovated. Do all the rooms have running water now or is the East Wing still getting the short end?"
"I assure you, everything is now in order." And thank goodness for that. More than once, someone she called her best friend mooched off her warm water, every time storming in or using the window. Almost a shame they lost touch.
Or maybe not. There was a reason she was called-
"Do you know if Professor Chala managed to retire before she died?"
Hmm, so she was definitely somewhat close to her year. "He was forced. An alpha managed to ambush him. It took his leg."
"Damn," Mrs Arc breathed. "Always thought he'd get an aneurysm with his anger problem."
"Certainly wasn't exacerbated by a certain student of his," Glynda decided to snark.
The mother made a noise that Glynda found to be sounding close to giggling. Odd, considering...
Wait.
No.
Impossible.
There was just no way-
"Well, I've also been meaning to ask, about other amenities, like the cafeteria food. I hope it's up to snuff."
Way to rip Glynda out of her sudden fear freeze.
"Well, yes, it has been improved considerably -"
"But do you have
The big one"
Ah, there it was again. The feeling of utter dread she had not felt since her school days where she just knew that her best friend was up to something and would inevitably rope her into it. The kind of shenanigans that spawned "the big one"; a horrible stew that looked like something from hell itself. Glynda cranked her head slowly towards the mother of eight, bearing a toothy grin the likes of which only one woman could bear.
The Queen Hellion of Beacon Academy.
Arturia Pendragon had returned to her old stomping grounds, it seemed.
"I cannot believe-" the queen cackled maliciously. "That you did not recognize me at all, Glyndie. I'm shocked, I'm wounded and I am offended!"
Glynda sought for a rebuttal or defense. "I didn't recognize you without you usual eyeliner." Why did she say that?!
"oh, so my eyeliner is my only defining feature? Not my figure or my hair?" She snorted jokingly. "For shame~"
"You also miss you calling card." Damn it, stop reminding her!
"Right~ but!" The demon raised a finger and her horribly mischievous grin disappeared. "That is not why I'm here to do, you know, as much as I'd love to give Beacon that Grim Reminder." Arturia said it in such a straightlaced manner that Glynda felt just like a student again. Oh, but this matter was clear and it was very due time to address it.
"it is about your son, no?"
The Queen Hellion nodded seriously and turned to her old friend....
And started bawling her eyes out.
"Why did I say tha-haaaaaat?!"
"What-" the stern blonde found herself in the familiar position of being glomped.
"My baby boy must ha-ha-ha-haaate meeeeeeeee!"
...
Ozpin would pay for this.
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Welp, the time has come to do a funny series. I chipped away at this for far too long, but here it is.
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Big Mouth x Black Reader
(Remember everyone had a big mouth phase...no...just me....fine)
Hello my name is Shalene. “And I’m Connie!” Oh yeah and this is my hormone monstress Connie. Yeah, “I’ve been with Shalene since she was 10, early bloomer, now look at 'er Big Tits, Fat ass and a wet pu-" YOU may not know me but you might know of my little sister Missy.She’s a bit much sometimes but I love her she’s awesome! Anyway I’m dating this guy Judd Birch “Total hottie, he gotta big dick too.”aaaaaand he’s actually really chill but for the past week something has been off. Every time I go over to his house he just takes me up to his room and we never come out. It’s not that I don’t like it the thing is I feel like he’s trying to distance me from his family. "And we ain’t no fuckin secret!” We’ve gotten the past the parent stage so I don’t understand what the problem is. 🎵 You’re either with me or-(Doomed)- Hug me!-🎵 Oh Judd is calling. “Heeeeey Judd~”
He chuckles and clears his throat. “What’s up hot stuff?~” “Ooooh are we gonna do sexy shit on the phone? I have my phone dildo…somewhere.” ‘Connie! Shhhhhhh.’ “Hehe Nothing much I was just laying down what’s with you?~” “Oh not much you wanna come over for dinner?~”
“Judd do you mean like sit at the table or we stay there for two minutes and then go to your room?”
I can feel him roll his eyes through the phone. “Yesh but you got to admit…he does look hot while doing it.” ‘…..Okay yes you do have a point.’
“Yeah babe I mean sit at the shitty table.”
I smile widely. “Well then hell yeah! I’m on my way.”
“Alright then see you later cute ass~” “You can fuck me in mine.”
I chuckle and roll my eyes. “Shut up Judd.~”
I hang up the phone and get ready to go, putting a slip knot crop top on and some rip jeans. I tell my parents I’m going and get the use protection talk then dip! “Yeah! Protection Shows Weakness!”
———15 minutes later———
I knock on the door and wait for someone to open it. Behind it I can hear people bustling around sort of like they were arguing to get to the door first.
“The fuck are they doing? *gasp* They’re havin an orgy and they wanted you to come!” ‘Eeeeeeeew Connie that’s gross.’
Finally Judd while the door open and pulls me inside with a kiss. “Woooooo we gon' get down in the livin room!”
“Oh wow Judd real mature.” says while rolling his eyes
Judd let me go and flicks him off hit him causing me to smack his hand. “Hey Nicky, sorry about that."
He blushes and leans against the couch promptly falling, then quickly standing back up. “O-oh yeah it’s cool man-girl-woman.” Connie looks at Nick, “Ya know I think he still has a crush on you.”
I chuckle and shake my head. Judd points a finger in Nick's face. “Hey loser stop being so fucking weird.” I nudge him in the side. “Hey Judd don’t be an ass.”
He scoffs and drags me to the table were his parents are.
“Hello Mr.Birch, Mrs.Birch.”
“Hey there Shalene, so sweet of you to join us for dinner. and I told you, Call me Elliot!” Mrs. Birch looked at him then back to me. “Hello honey, how are your parents?”
——5 minutes of small talk then dinner—
“Hey Judd can you pass the salad dressing you fucking slut?”
“How about the balsamic bitch?”
Leah snorts and covers her mouth.
I try to keep my food in my mouth while laughing. Connie is rolling around on the floor and cackling like a hyena.
“Nicky can we not slut shame at the table?”
Then Nick goes into this whole thing about how Judd was hooking up with one of the girls who was his friend but he alsoooo likes,Jesse.
I look at Judd then he looks at me almost foaming from the mouth.
“Ya know we when get past this, he’s gonna wanna fuck baby.”‘Oh I’m aware and I’ve come to terms with that’
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
Nick then went to talk about how he likes Jesse and he found his shirt under Jesse’s pillow.
Judd stands up and grabs my hands.
“Didn’t fuck your friend that’s gross.”
He walks me up to his room and locks the door. I take my shoes off and smile at him.
“Judd Birch I thought I knew you.” I flop on the bed and lay on my back.
Connie cheers happily and disappears to wherever she goes.
Judd takes his shirt off and hovers over me.
“Oh shut the hell up.”
He kisses me while rubbing his hands up and down my hips. I put my hands on his shoulders and slip my tongue into his mouth. He grunts softly and plays with my waistband, asking for permission. I nod my head and he slides my pants off.
“Baby,I told you you don’t have to ask.”
Judd looks up at me as he slides my panties off and climbs back on top of me,lightly gripping my neck.
“I know I just have manners, I’m not an animal.”
I giggle and lean up whispering into his ear. “Could’ve fooled me.” Judd growls deeply and kisses me with force. “Babe, you don't know how long I've been waiting for you to come over again~"
I giggle and touch his cheek. "You mean since yesterday JuJu?" He attacked my neck, definitely leaving hickies. "A-ah, you're gonna leave a mark~" He began rubbing me through my underwear. "I know, I intend to do that now shut it."
He slips his cold, long fingers into my black boyshorts and starts toying with my clit. My back arches off of his bed and I aimlessly nod my head. "Right there baby~" He kissed me, probably to shut me up. His fingers went from my clit to my soaking wet hole and he pumped them, in and out at an antagonizingly slow pace. "J-juuuudd, please~" He cocked his head to the side like he didn't know what I was talking about. "What's wrong?" "F-faster, I need it~" He nodded his head and the thrust of his fingers became faster. "Yes fuck~!" I grabbed a pillow to put over my face so the rest of the Birch's didn't think I was losing my shit...well I already am but that's not the point. He moved his body lover and started sucking on my clit. My head nodded faster and my hips bucked into his face. "S-so close baby, don't stop~!" Lucky for me Judd was a good listener and gave me exactly what I wanted. "Sh-shit!" My body felt as if it was floating on clouds and fireworks were going off back to back. I slowly came down from this high and ran my fingers through his hair. "G-god I love you so much." I looked down at him and smiled. He kissed my thighs and nodded his head. "I love you too beautiful."
A/N: I...am not sorry at all😭 Wheeeew I'm happy I actually finished this.
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♣️ Ace of Clovers/Clubs: “Fix-It" (Parksborn: Spider-Man 3 after the scene with Harry and Peter in the café)
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“And when she kissed me, it was just like she used to kiss me…” Harry drew his fingers seductively over his lips, wetting them. He sucked one digit into his mouth.
His eyes never left Peter’s.
“Strawberries.”
Peter swung.
With a great arc, he struck Harry across the face. He meant to do it as hard as possible, but he remembered his strength at the last moment and pulled back lest he kill his friend.
Harry’s head snapped back and Peter grabbed him by the shoulders. He shoved. Pinning Harry to the wall.
“Shut up!” Peter snarled, “You shut up about her, about kissing her, shut up Osborn!”
Harry’s eyes glittered when he spat in Peter’s face. Some sick satisfaction dripped from his very pores. The spit landed on Peter’s nose and dripped, unceremonious and ugly.
“What’s the problem, Parker!” Harry crowed, cackling like his father, and it made Peter’s blood run cold. “Can’t stand the thought of MJ kissing me, wanting me?”
“Why the hell are you doing this Harry?”
“Because you betrayed me!”
“I never —“
“Yes, you did!” Peter flinched away from the roar of anger. But it ebbed as quickly as it clapped to life. Harry shook Peter off, and Peter let go of him in a slump, arms dropping as he stepped back, trying to take in Harry’s anger, trying to hold onto it, trying to push it back, trying to —
“You did betray me!” Harry went on, satisfied at having Peter’s attention. At holding him captive with the vain promise of explanation. “I mean, you know my dad and I had a… difficult relationship.”
Harry paused to swallow, as if curbing a toxic reaction in his own body.
“So him… that was one thing. But what I don’t get, Peter, is why’d you have to go and fall in love with her! Why buy a ring for her! I’ve been right here the whole goddamn time, why can’t you see what’s right in front of you?”
Taken aback, Peter blinked.
“What do you… what do you…” his voice trembled, not sure if he even wanted an answer to the question so hesitant to fall from his lips.
“What do you think I mean, Peter?” Harry’s voice shattered on the end of his confession, “I’m in love with you, I’ve been in love with you, you blind idiot!” Tears threaded his words and tumbled in between short gasps of air. “So why’d you have to go and pick her? Why’d you have to be happy with her? I’m the one who’s been here from the start, Peter. I’m the one who-who-who’s—“ Harry’s voice petered out, too thick from emotion as he stood, and his arms hung limp at his sides. His whole body trembled from the blanket of grief and secrets.
“You love me?”
“How could I not?”
Harry looked defeated. He hung his head miserably, all the fight and anger leaving his body. He wiped the tears away with the back of one palm.
“How could I not, Pete? You’re my best friend. Of course I love you. I’m in love with you. You’re the one who’s been there… with my mom, with my dad… you have always been the one who’s there. Who shows up. How could I not?”
A great silence settled over the room. It draped itself across their shoulders and weighed down the locks on the doors and even the whistle of wind out the open window, muting as if cotton had been stuffed in their ears.
“But you never—“
“Of course not! What would you have thought, Pete! What would my dad have said? Your uncle? Your aunt? Our classmates… no, of course I never told you.”
Harry sniffled, his shoulders heaved with the motion. Peter stayed quiet a long while.
Then:
“What about me?”
Harry looked up at him through teary eyes while he wiped his eyes again, bloodshot and puffy and red as they were.
“Wh-what do you mean?”
“You spent all this time worried about what other people would think or say or do if they knew… did you ever think about me? What I would do?”
Harry smiled thinly, the same mean look he’d had in the café. But now it seemed directed at himself.
“Why waste time dreaming of disappointment, Pete?”
“Cause it might not be disappointment.” Peter whispered, reaching for Harry. It took Harry by surprise a moment, to feel Peter’s hand on the back of his neck, but as soon as he knew what was happening he let it.
Peter pulled him close, kissing him fiercely, decades of pent up pain and fear and anxiety and friendship pouring out between them in one golden moment.
The kiss was solid and strong, everything that Peter wanted to stand for and everything that Harry was looking to cling to. The dead silence of the room seemed to lift with it, as if opening their senses for the first time to the electricity always tugging between them. Harry and Peter, goblin and spider, two creatures of disgust finding solace in one another.
When he pulled away, Peter grinned, his cheeks flushed red from the intimacy that had always been there, bubbling between them.
“As disappointing as you thought?”
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