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Nights Like This.
Carmen Berzatto x Black Reader
Summary : A fluffy little look into Carmy helping his fiancee after a girls night out.
Warnings: 18 + as always, no actual smut just slightly sexy moments-loads of fluff though.
unedited. sorry, i know i'm still rusty lol, i hope you like it still.
(watch The Bear , it's so good and Jeremy Allen White / Ebon Moss-Bachrach always eat up all their roles.)
“I want you to have fun tonight. Call me when you’re ready for me to pick you up baby. You got your pepper spray? Did you charge your phone? ” Carmy anxiously asks against your lips with a final kiss.
“Baby, My phone is fully charged. I’ve got the pepper spray and the lipstick knife that you got me last weekend. It’s okay, I’m okay. What are you gonna do tonight?” You ask, nuzzling his nose and he shrugs.
He then leans his head for a moment like he's weighing his options.
Ever the old man. If you knew your man well enough, you knew that he'd probably be at home with a wine older than both of his parents and he'll be yelling at Beat Bobby Flay. Or something along those lines.
“Probably watch Iron Chef or some shit until I nod off. Richie wanted me to come over for some football game, but he knows I don’t watch sports like that. I only ever really watched it with Mike- Go go go, they’re waiting for you. Say hey for me and call me when you’re ready. No Ubers or Lyft or whatever the fuck it’s called. I’ll come scoop you up.” He insists again and with that you’re giving him one final kiss before you’re being pulled away by your girls.
He didn’t trust Ubers or any of that stuff late at night and always insisted on taking you to and from your night outs with your girls. No matter how tired he was from being at work all day.
The night was beyond fun because you hadn't seen your girls in forever and of course you were going to celebrate Davena's birthday on Throwback Night at your favourite place. The lot of you settled on going as Destiny's Child.
Hours later when your feet were aching and the room felt like it was moving like a Tilt-A-Whirl and all the uncles had came out two stepping towards you and your friends. You knew that it was time for Kelly Rowland to head out and home to her man.
You pulled out your phone to call your fiance. And the press of a button he was outside waiting for you and your friends within the next 15 minutes.
“Heeeyyy Carmy. I'm gonna get Luke to come around tomorrow to take a look at that stove. It might be time to do a replacement.” Davena says entering the car
"Hey, okay, yeah. It hadn't been changed since like '03 anyways so it's time. It's the one that Michael loved, and it was like the only stove he cooked on 'cause when the place first opened he was broke as fuck and couldn't afford more. But I'm tired of that shit nearly catching on fire every time Syd turns it on." he answers and earns a chuckle from her.
“How you doing Carmy? You still trying to learn how to make gumbo? I told you that an Italian boy from the Chi don't know nothing about that. You need to get my grandma up in your kitchen, but she's never giving that family recipe up." Naomi teases as she sits back in her seat.
"No doubt, No doubt. I wouldn't even dare ask Ms. Monroe about that. I learned my lesson from the peach cobbler." he says and they both laugh for a moment thinking about her grandma asked Carmy to buy a peach cobbler from the store to bring to the cookout instead of making one because she didn't believe that he was actually a chef.
They always joked and chatted like this back and forth like brother and sisters and you were grateful that they got along like family because they hated your long term boyfriend before Carmy with a passion.
In all fairness , his family and friends watched you like a hawk as well until they realized that you were damn near perfect for him. You were Carmy's first serious relationship so you understand their caution and concern.
It took one time for them to sse the way that you and Carmen interacted and they just knew that you two were meant to be.
“Boy, you should’ve seen how she busted her ass coming outside to you. Talking about my mans outside.” Naomi jokes as she pretends to fall over in her seat.
They all talk at once slightly slurring their words as they enter the car with you .
You, took the passenger seat while they piled into the back still laughing at you holding onto Robin so that you didn’t completely fall down.
“See, I wasn’t going to say nothing about you throwing ass on Mr. Leprechaun but- sis next time I’m going to need you to turn around and see that it’s not us.” you reply to Naomi before she shakes her head in disgust.
“His , ‘where’s me gold’ looking ass almost gave me a damn heart attack. Y’all wrong for that one.” she says throwing a peanut from her bra at the back of your head.
"We got him out of there when we realized , didn't we?" Robin says still laughing and wiping at her smeared corner of her eyeliner.
Carmy smiles sleepily at you while stopped at the red light and lean over for a kiss. He sucked on your bottom lip for a moment tasting the remnants of the sugary drinks and peanuts from the bar when you leaned back to hiccup.
“The girls wanted to stay over tonight and go home in the morning?” you question and he nods, tapping his tattooed fingers on the steering wheel to the music with the other resting on your inner thigh.
“That’s fine. We’ve got the pull out and then someone can take the air mattress that’s still up from the last time Tiff put Richie out. So it all works out.” he answers and you turn up the radio as Davena starts singing along to the song.
You know that it’s a successful girls night out when you, Davena, Robin , and Naomi are in the car singing along loudly and off tune to Keyshia Cole after countless fruity colorful drinks that snuck up on you way too quickly.
“LOOOOOVEEE. NEVER KNEW WHAT I WAS MISSING, BUT I KNEW ONCE WE START KISSING-” all 3 of you sing as you point at Carmy and he just laughs sleepily while shaking his head at y’all putting on a full concert in his small car.
“Love you though.” You whisper to him as he nods and gives your thigh a small squeeze.
The car ride ended quicker than expected as the 5 of you made it to your shared apartment with Carmy and he immediately began to set things out for them.
You not only loved how he has been a gentleman to you for the past 4 years of you two being together but also the way he treated the women in your life. He was always polite, loving, and kind to your mother sister and friends.
He found multiple blankets in the storage closet with pillows and laid them out before sluggishly turning towards the group with your purse and heels in his hands.
“There’s blankets on the couch. I made lasagna earlier. You are more than welcome to it. Just please keep it down for me. I have an early morning, thank you. Goodnight crew." Carmy says quietly to the group before heading off to the bedroom.
“OKAY, LASAGNA.”
“They really could not cook at that place because everything they offered was either cold or cooked too hard.”
“ We love you Carmiiiinnnee” they call out to him.
“Right back at you.” he responds quickly before finally making it to the bedroom and sliding off his shirt. He sits on the bed and watch as you wobble and scurry around the room.
You grab clothes for your girls to change into before making your way into the bedroom after Carmy.
He smiles at you for a moment getting wrapped up in watching you before stretching and moving to the bathroom to find your cleanser.
Your heart melts when you notice Carmen was prepared for you to return home. He had a cold bottle of water set out for you, meds, a night gown, peppermints, and your makeup remover wipes. This man is truly one in a billion let alone one in a million.
“Come to the bathroom so that I can help you.” he calls out to you while looking through the cabinet to find your cleanser.
“I also have your robe right here if you don’t feel like wearing anything tonight. I mean- I’m not complaining if you don’t want to.” he states half jokingly as he stoops down once you reach the bathroom to rub your aching foot a little before switching to the other one.
He moves back up to slowly making his way up your legs as his hands find the button to your mini skirt and you shimmy it down your legs along with your panties.
You notice how his eyes are following the curves of your body as if he’s seeing it for the first time.
You don’t miss the way that his fingertips ghost up from the bottom of your stomach and up your sides to slide off your top and then to unstick your boob tape.
You hiss for a second and he gives you a small chuckle and faint pout.
“Aww baby, I’m sorry. I had no other way to get it off. Let me kiss it better?” he asks in faux concern.
He just wanted to take the moment to get his lips on you.
The mix of the way he’s eyeing your breasts and putting his pouty pink lips all over your glistening bronze skin has got you on go.
His tongue briefly swirling over the now hardened little dark brown bud while your hand makes their way to the back of his head, flushed against the soft waves to steady yourself.
You moan softly and wobble over slightly, leaning over and putting all of your weight onto him tiredly.
Carmy laughs for a moment before remembering what he was initially supposed to be doing in the first place.
You let him sit you on the bathroom counter and watch him leave and re-enter with the water and meds.
“I know you're sleepy but you’re going to have to let me get this off of you because if I don’t get this makeup off of you and put your bonnet on for tonight. A very happy drunk you will turn into a very upset hungover you in the morning. I’ve got to be at the restaurant early tomorrow. I don’t want you crying into my chest telling me about how much your head hurts. Then they’re gonna be on my ass for missing the meeting ‘cause you know I can’t leave you like that. You know Syd is the only one I trust with the place but they don't listen to her. Drink your water and then close your eyes so I can take your lashes off." Carmy says finally while putting the cold bottle of water to your lips.
“Wish Syd would've gone out with us tonight... Hmm, Yes, Chef. Love it when you take care of me. Always take good care of me". You purr teasingly while running your fingertips up and down his bare belly and then down to the inside of his boxers and sweats, sending slight shivers up his spine.
“Stop that shit. Ferma quella merda (stop that shit). ” He repeats half heartedly, swatting your hands away and stepping back slightly to keep you from palming him.
You could tell that your antics were getting to him while he tried to focus on washing your makeup away because his breathing quickened and his heart began to beat a mile a minute.
“You don’t want it?” You ask slightly, separating your legs for a moment and he looks down, contemplating while licking over his bottom lip.
He brings one hand over your thighs giving the thick soft skin a squeeze before dragging his hand between your legs letting his fingertips dip into you slightly.
You instantly scoot up against his hand, thighs locking around it like a vice.
Carmen lets out a long drawn out sigh at how wet you are while shaking his head.
You place your hand over his before working your hips against it and yours finds its way inside of his boxers to palm him again.
"What's got you dripping like this already, pretty?" he asks quietly taking his time his fingers exploring and moving without haste inside of you.
Carmy removes his hand and licks his fingers clean before taking your hand out of his boxers with a soft groan.
“I know. I know.” he coos to soothe your protesting . You look at him with a frowned expression and it takes everything in him not to laugh at you sitting on the bathroom counter stark naked, mostly drunk, and pouting at him like he had just offended you.
He ignored you staring daggers into him as he put the minty toothpaste onto your toothbrush.
“If you start some shit- you know that i’m not going to be able to finish it. Not with you like this. Come on, I have to be up at 4 tomorrow. Stop pouting and gimme kiss.” He asks with his lips puckered out and you take the opportunity to lean up and kiss him until he’s moaning softly against your lips, then kiss all over his face.
“Thank you baby. Open- ahh.” He instructs and helps you brush your teeth gently before that post-alcohol breath starts to hit different.
"I promise. Tomorrow after work, I won't even make dinner because I already know what i'll be eating all night. Deal?" he offers feeling bad that you're now trying to give him the puppy dog eyes.
Carmen couldn’t help but to laugh at your antics because if sober you knew that you were being all sappy and affectionate she would go through the floor.
"Deal. Wanna taste you too though." you finally respond.
You were eyeing him and taking in his mousy brown hair and his slightly tired eyes and puffy kissed bitten lips. He looked so beautiful like this.
A moment where he isn't stressing about 9,000 other things.
“Gonna marry you and have all your babies. You know that? If we have a boy. We have to name him Michael. ” you say to him , half awake at this point.
He knows that you’re tired and drunkenly saying what’s on your mind but the fact that you wanted to name your son after his brother made his heart feel like it was going to leap through his chest.
He knows that Michael would’ve loved you. Carmen's sister and his entire family adored you already as if you were their own.
You were the reason why he began to rebuild and repair the relationship between them that was strained long before the grief.
He knew the moment that you walked into the restaurant with all of your color samples and designs for the remodel that you were going to be it for him.
Call it fate, divine timing, luck, or whatever else. You two got on from the moment he sat down across from you in the booth.
By the end you two had long forgotten that the purpose of the meeting was to talk about interior design and renovations. You were too busy telling him that he hadn’t lived until he tried Ethiopian spaghetti.
You two didn’t stop talking until well after the restaurant had closed and everyone had gone home. But, not before Richie yelled “wrap it before you tap it, cousin” from outside of the restaurant window and you both turned to flip him off.
You two were friends for a long while and it took everything to convince each other that it wouldn’t end in disaster before you both just gave in to the inevitable of falling in love.
Even as the restaurant's changes came to an end. The bond you two had forged so quickly within those months was just getting started.
“Gonna make me a husband and a daddy? How did I get so lucky, hmm ?” he asks, leaning down to nuzzle your nose and your neck.
After brushing your teeth and completely taking off your makeup Carmy places a final kiss to your forehead and lips.
“Let me see you, my pretty baby.” he coos , holding your face in his hands.
“You always take good care of me baby. Love you so much.” you mumble half asleep as he slides the silk gown from the counter onto you.
You place your head against his chest to hear his heartbeat.
“‘That’s what I’m supposed to do because I love you too. Always gonna take care of you. Come on, let’s get you to bed, pretty.” he responds, sliding the bonnet onto your head and tucking it up so that it doesn’t irritate your ears.
He had finally got you into bed and spooned comfortably in his arms.
It took him all of 10 minutes of humming and letting you trace his tattoos for you to fall asleep, snoring softly.
He didn't bother even bother to turn on the t.v. because he already knew that he'd be following shortly.
Both of you grateful that you get to be husband and wife officially in 4 months time.
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Dancing in the Street
Willard Hewitt x Fem!Reader; Ren McCormack x Sister!Reader
Warning(s): Just general stuff in the movie. If you’ve seen it you should be fine. Also the reader doesn’t like Ariel so if you like her, sorry.
Request(s):
I lost all these asks trying to answer them so idk what happened I’m sorry.
1) Hi hi hi, I was wondering if you could write a Willard x reader fic from the 2011 footloose? I'm having Miles Teller brain rot and cannot stop thinking about him!! 💕💕✨
2) Can I get a Willard Hewitt x reader where your Rens sister and you guys meet at school then is really impressed you and your brother dance so good at the diner plssss?? I love Willard
3) hi!! i was wondering if you could write something for willard hewitt (footloose 2011)? i can not find a single fanfic for this man so if you could write something with fluff and maybe like best friends to lovers that would be so awesome! thank you so much :)
Notes: Hope you guys are happy. I had to watch the Footloose remake to do this fic. The remake. It’s...not good.
Anyway, first footloose fic! Yay! I hope you like even if it’s ridiculously short.
When you agreed to move down to Bomont with your brother, you didn’t think it would be as shitty as it was.
You’d already lost your mom, you didn’t need the rest of the joy in your life sucked out, but apparently the town was looking to do just that.
No music? No dancing? Are you kidding? Isn’t that against the first amendment or something?
Apparently not, as it seemed this rinky-dink town hadn’t changed its views since the ‘80s.
You worked as a waitress at Starlite and Ren was stuck in a cotton gin. The school hated Ren’s guts and didn’t take too kindly to your “explicit and vulgar display” of band t-shirts. Plus that plus prissy little Ariel Moore made you wanna hurl, even if Ren was infatuated with her for some god-knows reason.
It wasn’t all bad. You helped Ren fix up the yellow bug and he drove you to school every day, not that you had another choice besides maybe walking.
And there was also Willard. The ray of sunshine through the cloud of darkness in all his southern glory.
You guys met him the first day of school and the three of you meshed right away. You told him when Ren was bullshitting him and he explained what all of his crazy phrases meant.
You weren’t sure you were into him “like that” yet, but you’d heard Ren smack him upside the head for commenting on your looks once, which told you enough.
And, lucky for you, Woody’s uncle, Claude, was a pretty rebellious boss.
“Hey, Woody!” Claude said. “Check the door man. Cop still here?”
Ren and you exchanged a glance as Woody went over to the window to watch the cop pull away.
“Five-O getting his move on,” Woody reported. “Whatcha got for me, Uncle Claude?”
Claude reached down below the counter and pulled up a burner CD. “David Banner, bootleg. Don’t get too krunk out there. First sign of the police, I’m gonna pull the plug. I don’t want a fine and you don’t want another ticket.”
“Wait,” Ren said. “You got a ticket for dancing?”
“He got two tickets for dancing,” Woody’s girlfriend answered. “One more and he’s off the team.”
You followed Claude to the back where he had a record player that doubled as a CD player. Your mouth dropped open in awe.
“All right, let’s get this party started,” Claude said.
He flipped some switches that turned on the outside speakers and turned back to you.
“Now, I know you’re new here so I’ll let you go watch this one time,” he said. “But don’t expect me to let you off work just to dance.”
You grinned widely before practically tearing off your apron to follow Ren, Rusty, and Willard outside.
The speakers were like old drive-in speakers that blared in the parking lot and you watched in awe as the previously perceived boring small-town kids danced better than you could.
“Yeah, dude, they- they get into it,” Willard said.
"Hey, you,” a girl said to Ren. “Come on, let’s dance.”
She pulled him out onto the floor and you watched gleefully as he busted a move.
“You dance, Willard?” You asked.
He blushed a little, shaking his head. “Oh, no, no way.”
“Why not?”
He shrugged. “I don’t dance.”
You rolled your eyes.
“Me and my boys are going to push everybody back,” Woody said to Ren over the music, pulling his leather jacket right off his shoulders. “Let me see you and your sister do your city slicker thing.”
Ren jogged over to usher you in with him and you happily obliged.
“Number 24,” Ren said and you nodded.
You both fell into a dance you’d choreographed together back in Boston, moving easily to the beat and doing your “city slicker thing.”
You shared a quick glance, a silent communication, before you both ran up and backflipped off the edge of a blue pickup sitting on the edge of the dance area.
The crowd cheered.
You laughed, falling into freestyle mode with the others as Ren walked over to dance by Ariel (who looked eager to receive the basically lap dance he was offering).
You felt alive for the first time since your mom. You missed dancing.
That was until you spotted Ariel and Ren grinding on each other shamelessly.
“Oh, gross,” you said, turning away and spotting Willard, who was already looking at you.
You flicked your head, gesturing for him to come join you.
He just shook his head and saluted you with his coke cup.
You sighed and walked over to where he was gathered with Woody, his girlfriend, and Rusty.
“Mind if I have a sip of that?” You asked Willard.
“Oh, uh, sure,” he replied, handing you his cup. “That was some pretty good dancing out there.”
“How would you know, you don’t dance,” you joked.
“I got two eyes, don’t I?” He asked, grinning right back at you.
You two were leaned so close you felt his breath on your face. It made your stomach flutter.
“Y/N, I was wondering-”
“You can put on a show for that guy, but that doesn’t mean I’m gonna.”
You both looked over to find Ren walking up to the group.
You and Willard leaned away from each other.
Ren’s jaw was so tight you thought he might crack his teeth.
“That guy block your boner?” You joked, referencing a joke Willard made a few days ago.
“Shut up,” he replied, shoving your head away jokingly.
Suddenly, the music cut out and Claude came over the loud speaker. “Attention, Attention. Ariel Moore, will you please come up to the front of the diner, your daddy is here for you.”
The crowd sniggered and laughed as “daddy’s girl” stomped her way up to the diner.
“Show’s over,” she said as she passed your group.
Your face contorted.
“Daddy’s gonna take her out to the woodshed,” Willard said.
“What the hell does that mean?”
“It means she’s in deep shit.”
You bit your lip to keep from laughing.
“Come on, loverboy,” you said, shoving your brother. “Let’s get home before we get picked up by the law at ten o’ one. Oh, and Willard,”
The boy in questioned looked up at you.
“We can finish our conversation tomorrow, okay?”
He smiled. “Yeah, alright,”
You grinned back and turned away from him.
Ren’s eyes narrowed at you. “What was that all about?”
You shrugged. “Nothing. Willard and I were having a conversation while you were feeling up the preacher’s daughter.”
“I was not feeling her up,”
“Oh, please, Ren, the whole parking lot could tell,” You replied, sipping the last of Willard’s drink you’d never given back. “You’re practically throwing yourself at her.”
“I was just dancing,” Ren retorted, pulling open the door to the bug.
“Funny, you never dance like that with me.”
“That’s because-” Ren huffed dramatically. “You know what, this conversation’s over.”
“Oh, I’m sure it is,” you replied, getting in the passenger side. “Can I pick the music?”
“Can you ever pick the music?”
“No?”
“There’s your answer.”
You rolled your eyes as Ren picked “dancing in the dark” by Bruce Springsteen for the ride home.
You turned to look out the window, noticing Willard in the rearview talking to Woody.
You smiled. This town might suck, but Willard makes it more bearable.
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Trouble Maker | Eddie Munson
Summary: Eddie Munson has always been a trouble maker, and he knows exactly how to push your buttons. But that doesn't stop you from making him yours.
Warnings: SMUT, 18+ ONLY, fingering, oral sex (reader receiving), accidental exhibitionism, hair pulling, dom/sub undertones.
Word Count: 1.5k
A/N: My first ST smut in nearly two years. Sorry if I'm a bit rusty, but I wanted to knock out this Eddie fic at 12 am.
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Everyone in Hawkins knew that Eddie Munson was an A-grade troublemaker. From his black leather jacket and his torn jeans to his love for various illicit substances, Eddie was the stereotypical bad boy.
But what only you knew, was that Eddie could be tamed, and oh how he loved it. The moans that spilled from his mouth when he got what he needed, the way his hands wandered searching for what he wanted, and the way his eyes go wide and glossy when you make him your thing to play with.
Tonight wasn’t much different. He’d taken you out for a movie, some grungy horror film he was excited to see, then brought you back to his trailer. And he wasn’t going to waste his time tonight either, pressing you against the door as soon as it was closed.
“You know, my uncle is out of town for the next couple of nights.” His statement makes your stomach flutter, as mundane as it is, and as Eddie’s hands find your waist, you can’t help but pull him closer by his shoulders.
“Oh yeah? And what’s that got to do with me?” He knows you’re teasing him, knows that you understand what he’s asking, but Eddie also expects that response. So he doesn’t hesitate to let out a chuckle, pressing his lips near your ear and giving your ass a squeeze.
“It means, that for a while, you and I have the trailer all to ourselves.” Eddie does expect you to let up the game then, but you can’t resist tugging the string a little longer. His lips are moving from your ear and over your jaw towards your lips, and your hands are massaging the back of his neck like you know he loves, but all of a sudden you’re pulling away slightly. The man pouts, big brown eyes gazing into yours with a look of confusion.
“Well, devil boy, if you want me to stay, I think you’re going to have to convince me…who knows, maybe I’ll find a better weekend plan.” The smirk that covers your face then makes Eddie know there’s no real serious threat about leaving him here, but he does now understand the game. And well, if you wanna play, then he’s not gonna say no.
“Oh sweet thing, you might regret saying that soon.” He’s on you then, lips pressing against yours in a desperate kiss, something the both of you have been wanting all evening. His hands are all over you, sliding under your sweater, squeezing your ass and touching soft skin. Your hands cup his face, making it so he can’t move away until he needs to, and for a while, the two of you are just kissing and touching, taking everything you want.
He has your shirt off in a flash, eyes dropping down to look at your chest before his hands are going right where you so desperately want them. He’s always loved your chest, love how your nipples pebble under his touch, how your breath gets so shaky when he’s kissing and biting against the skin, and most of all, he loves watching the bruises grow and flourish under his touch. They’re like little tattoos that are only for the two of you to see. He doesn’t waste any more time though, can tell that you’re already racing towards the edge because it’s been a whole week since the two of you have been together. And sure, maybe he should take things slow, but he’s not really the type for slow romance when he needs something so badly he’s seeing stars. You drag him back up to you, coaxing his lips to yours for a sweet kiss that has your toes curling in your boots, and he can’t help but laugh at the face you make when he nibbles at your collarbone.
“Such a tease, Eddie Munson.” He can’t disagree with that, knows he could drag it out for as long as he wants, but then your tugging at his hair in another heated kiss and Eddie’s a goner.
He’s on his knees seconds later, your hands still in his hair like you know he loves. His fingers are instantly at the zipper, pulling it down before moving onto the belt and the button. He tugs your jeans down so you can kick them off with his help, the all of his attention is right where it needs to be.
Eddie can already see that you’re glistening, a small amount of juices running down your legs and seeping through your panties. His fingers can’t help but touch, brushing over the material of your underwear before they’re hooking around the edges so he can pull them off you and toss them to the side.
“Fuck, sweetheart, already dripping and I haven’t even done anything yet.” He’s so close yet so far, and you’re so sick of waiting by then. He can tell you’re getting frustrated but he doesn’t have much time to think before you’re tugging his hair again and moving so that his mouth is only centimetres away from your mound.
“I swear to god, Eddie, get on with it or I’m walking out of here.” He grins up at you, trying to push your buttons but you’re at your limit. “Okay, Munson, I’ll leave you to it, see you at work on–.”
Eddie’s mouth is on you then, sucking and licking and groaning into your pussy like he’s a man starved. It pulls a shriek out of you because even though you were expecting it, you weren’t ready for the intensity. Your fingers fall to his head again, long black strands winding around your fingertips like they were the only anchor available. Eddie’s fingers were bruising your thighs, pressing you against the wall as he devoured you.
The vibrations of his moans against your glistening skin had your eyes closing in ecstasy, body going shaky and sliding down the door a little. He’s there to catch you like always, arms wrapping around your hips to steady you while he uses his tongue to play with your clit.
“Eddie, baby, fuck…” He’s turned you into a moaning mess, and for a moment you see white when he adds his fingers. Of course, he has the perfect fingers for moments like this, long enough to reach every vital angle as he sucks you dry. He moves away to take a breath for a moment and looks up at you while he fingers you fast.
“There we are, sweetheart. So close for me, aren’t you?” You’re nodding in response to his words, eyes shut tight as he places his mouth back on you, and you both know he’ll have you over that edge in seconds.
And he does, with a final suck and a soft lick just as he twists a finger inside your pussy. He has you melting for him, legs shaking against the door and your hands twisting in his hair, trying desperately to stay standing.
Eddie’s coaxing you through it, pressing gentle kisses to your clit as you come down and as tears leak from your eyes. You’re a mess, but neither of you mind and when you slide down against the door, he takes you into his arms.
“Fuck, every time I think you can’t outdo yourself, and then you go ahead and make me cum like that…” Eddie laughs at that, kissing you sweetly as you rest in his arms for a bit.
“Well, I have always promised to make you feel good. I’m not going to start breaking promises now.” Your hands are still in his hair, tugging slightly and bringing a smirk to his lips. He knows that even after all that, you’re not totally exhausted or fulfilled, but he doesn’t mind. The two of you have a whole weekend together.
“So, devil boy, what plans do you have for us this weekend?” Your hands are under his shirt then, touching his stomach and chest gently as you centre yourself again. Eddie hums in response before looking down at you.
“I was thinking I spend the rest of the night ruining you, then maybe we go to the diner for breakfast, come back and spend some more time together, if you know what I mean, and see what else takes our fancy.” Slowly, he helps you stand up, making sure you’re steady on your feet before he’s kissing you again.
“Only one request then from me.” Your hands are fiddling with the belt hoops on his jeans when he nods for you to go on. “No fucking where you and your uncle eat. And next time…let’s make sure the curtains are closed before you decide to eat me out in your living room.”
Eddie’s eyes widen then, and he looks to the living room window where the moonlight shines in, noticing that the two of you are in direct sight of two other trailers. He groans in embarrassment because as much as he loves showing you off, doing it to all his elderly neighbours is a bit too out of his comfort zone.
“C’mon lover boy, I’m not done with you yet.”
Eddie Munson will always be a trouble maker, a tease and a wild man, but for you, and only you, he’s like putty in your hands. Soft, pliable, and oh so good for you, and you never want that to change.
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I Wanna Dance with Somebody Chapter 2
TITLE: I Wanna Dance with Somebody Chapter 2
PAIRING: Willard/OC
RATING: T
CHAPTER: 2/?
SUMMARY: Molly has just moved to Bomont with her older brother Ren after the death of their mother. Where Ren gets into trouble, Molly tries to remain invisible. That is until an awkward country boy tries to befriend her. Can Willard help her regain the confidence she lost? And more importantly, will he help her to dance again?
Ren and Molly had never really been to church as children. They went when they were younger, but as they grew older they stopped going. Especially after their mother got sick.
Molly wasn’t paying attention to what the preacher was saying. Molly glanced around the small chapel as she chewed on the cuff of her hoodie. Her eyes fell on a boy with dark brown hair and eyes to match.
He was dressed in what Molly would describe as ‘his Sunday best’. But on his feet were cowboy boots.
Finally, his eyes met hers. He gave her a small smile and mouthed, Hi.
She returned his greeting with a small wave.
Ren put a hand on her knee and she turned her attention back to the preacher.
When the sermon was over, they filed out of the church.
Molly had an arm wrapped around her brother’s as they walked up to the preacher and his wife.
“Nice preachin’ today, Reverend,” Wesley said.
“Good to see you,” Reverend Shaw said.
“Yes, sir, you too. These are my sister’s children, the ones I was tellin’ you about. Ren and Molly McCormack.”
“Ren, Molly, welcome to Bomont.” Reverend Shaw shook Ren’s hand.
“How you doin’?”
“We are so happy to have you with us.”
“Thank you.”
“I think you’re gonna like Bomont High School. In fact, if I’m not mistaken, the graduating class this year is the biggest in the school’s history. Hey Roger! Come on over here!”
Ren saw Molly about to start chewing on her cuff and grabbed her wrist. He rubbed her back in an effort to try and calm her.
Molly let her eyes wander and noticed the boy from earlier walking off with his parents without a glance in her direction.
He'd seemed so nice.
The man walked over to their group.
“How many seniors we have at Bomont High this year?” Reverend Shaw asked.
“About 220, give or take a dropout.”
“Roger’s the school principal there.”
Ren shook his hand.
“Wait. Do you play football? ‘Cause we need a really good kicker.”
“Oh! Ain’t that a fact!”
“But, remember, if you’re gonna play for us, you’re gonna have to stay clean, keep out of trouble. I heard you already had a run-in with the law.”
“You what?” Wesley asked.
“I don’t know how it is up in Boston, but down here we have rules against playing music too loud.”
“You’re kidding me. He got popped for playing music?”
“What grade will you be in, sweetie?” the reverend’s wife asked Molly.
Molly froze up.
“She’ll be a sophomore this year,” Ren answered.
“She’s very shy,” Wesley said.
“You two should meet my daughter, Ariel. She goes to Bomont. You’re gonna need a friend on your first day. This Ren and Molly McCormack. They’ll be attending school with you tomorrow,” her mother explained.
“Hey,” Ren said.
“Hey,” Ariel echoed, “Hey, dad?”
“Yes, honey?” Reverend Shaw said.
“Rusty and I have that science project due tomorrow and we’re gonna be working on it pretty late. So I was thinking I could just stay over. Is that okay?”
“On a school night? Is that necessary?”
Ariel turned to her group of friends. “Rusty! Don’t you think it’s gonna take us all night?”
“Sure, at least,” Rusty said.
“I guess it’s fine.”
Ariel kissed her father’s cheek. “Thanks, Daddy. Bye, Mom!” Ariel walked off with her friends.
“Come on,” Ren said, pulling his sister back to their aunt and uncle.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Ren was working on his Volkswagen bug, so Lulu invited Molly to go to the grocery store with her.
“Why don’t you go pick out some foods you like to eat?” Lulu suggested.
The store was small enough, so it wasn’t that difficult to navigate.
Molly wandered down the cereal aisle and of course her favorite was on the top shelf. Molly had always been on the shorter side, but it had come in handy when she was on her former school’s dance team. She stood up on her tiptoes, trying to reach the cereal.
“Oh! Let me get that for you.” Molly turned and noticed the boy from church.
He reached up and grabbed the box of cereal before handing it to her. “You’re new in town, right? I saw you in church this morning.”
Molly nodded.
“I’m Willard.” He held out a hand for her to shake, but she just stood there until he dropped his hand. “What’s your name?”
Before Molly could do anything, her aunt came around the corner.
“Molly! There you are. Oh, hello Willard.”
“Hi, Mrs. Warnicker.”
“I see you’ve met my niece, Molly. She’ll be starting at Bomont High School on Monday.”
“Cool. I’ll…uh…see you then.”
Willard tipped his cowboy hat at her and walked off.
Lulu looked at Molly and her bright red cheeks. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell your brother.”
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ToG Read-a-Long, Queen of Shadows, day 13
Ch 83
“Lorcan didn’t even step out of the way as Lysandra vomited on him again, black blood and bits of gore now on the warrior and on the marble floor.”
Ew
That’s so nasty
I know this is supposed to be funny but ew
Why did he let her do that… Twice….
“Gavriel is still my brother,” Lorcan said, his eyes flashing.
Are they like; actually brothers, or is this a Cassian/Azriel kinda brotherhood?
I still kinda want to know how insestuous this relationship between Aelin and Rowan is
They seem to just be comfortably in love even though they’re related, way, waaaay back on the family tree
Aedion has a different heritage - so he should probably get to know a little bit about it before he starts flirting with someone who might be his uncle or whatever
Not that I think Aedion is going to flirt with Lorcan
I guess anything’s possible
But
Yeah
And OMG THESE TWO STILL WON’T CONSUMMATE.
This is getting absurd.
Rowan, listen closely boy.
Do you know what you’re putting me through? For the love of god. We fought so hard for this happy ending. It can be gentle lovemaking, you don’t HAVE to fuck her hard. It’s ALSO OK if you just say you want to wait; but my god, putting it off because you’re scared of hurting her? What kind of insane acrobatics are you planning!
Ch 84
That tone shift, though! Dorian, it’s such a trip to be back in your headspace and to be faced with how much of a bad person I am every time I have to read from your point of view.
Like I genuinely feel so bad, for caring about happy endings and sex and love and stuff, when this guy is literally going through hell even AFTER getting rescued from his situation.
I’m so sorry, Dorian. I know it’s not going to be immediate for you. You work it out. You take all the time you need, baby. That was a lot of sorrow and trauma you have had to endure.
But listen
Listen
All your friends are here now. And we’re all gonna be here with you no matter what. You are so loved and you are so cherished and everything is gonna be alright now, everything is gonna be better, you’ll see.
It just takes time.
CHAOL.
Oh my god, WHAT
I was holding on so hard to my beliefs! I’m glad you’re not dead! But I did not expect anyone to come out of that facing any actual stakes or horrible consequences! Oh yikes
Poor Chaol
Why wasn’t Rowan able to heal him!
MAGIC IS FREE
Can he not be healed, or is Rowan, just like, kinda rusty at it and used most of his ability to heal himself first?
And Dorian just being like, it’s cool, we’ll send you away to get a magic healer??? Dorian. I think it’s like, a really bad idea to send him away to another continent with a fractured spine after only three days of healing! Give him six weeks, at LEAST, he’s only human
“You might not even want a crippled man.”
CHAOL don’t you dare, you are still the same man, whether you get the use of your legs back or not! You are a hero. And you should be PROUD OF YOURSELF for how well you stood up against the forces of evil! And you should be ACCEPTING of everything this woman wants to give you! She loves you no matter what! And Dorian loves you too! You. Are. Loved. Don’t be down on yourself, because, you only have one body, and it might not be able to heal, and even if that’s true, it changes nothing.
Ch 85
I am very sad to see Elide and Manon parting ways here.
“When war comes - which it will if Perrington survived - you should hope you do not see me again, Elide Lochan.”
Manon please.
I’m begging you. Manon, see her again, stay with her, don’t do this to me Manon, you are breaking my heart
Please, don’t go, I love you so much
Ch 86
Lysandra traced a finger over the coat of arms that Aelin had designed. “What’s the territory called?”
“I have no idea,” Aelin said. “‘Lysandria’ sounds good. So does ‘Lysandrius,’ or maybe ‘Lysandraland.’”
Not to sound like a broken record but this is peak Game of Thrones for me lol
Lysandra is the Bronn, the cool guy that you never expected to become a Lord of a holdfast but like, you just can’t help but love and root for, lol
I mean seriously
It’s giving me good feels
I feel so young and full of hope lol
(Don’t you dare break my heart SJM don’t you pull a GRRM on me)
Ch 87
“She put a hand on his shoulder, her nails digging into his skin, and he yelped as she brought her iron teeth close to his ear. “Just because she is dead, Lord, do not think that I will forget what you tried to do to her.”
I love you Manon. You are such a heartthrob. Please eat him. The last lingering hope of my ship, sailing off into the distance, with each step that Elide limps away, but if you eat him, I think I’ll at least have all the closure I need.
Ch 88
This is lingering a lot and I’m getting bored
Wrap it up, c’mon
“And through the darkness of his memories, through the pain and despair and terror he’d tried to forget, a name echoed in his head.” Well well well.
That’s a pretty, um, strong follow up act to a gentle soft sweetheart like Sorscha, but I’d also really like to see you get your heart fully healed.
What the hell, why not. Manon x Dorian feels a bit random and heteronormative for my babe, but, I’m ready for it. When you’re ready, Dorian, Manon will probably drink your blood and make you beg her to do it.
Ch 89
“One night - just one gods-damned night with him was all she wanted.”
YEAH ME TOO
WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL
I can’t believe you two didn’t get the chance to have sex even ONCE in this whole 600 page book. Incredible.
You owe me Aelin.
You owe me big.
Final thoughts? I liked it! I think I liked Heir of Fire ever so slightly more, since we were just getting introduced to Rowan and the world of magic and stuff - so it wasn’t as annoying as the will/they won’t/they plot that went on in this book. SJM really knows how to draw it out, yikes.
I know. I KNOW. It’s not all about the romance. There’s a larger overarching story here too. I DID appreciate the story of this one, but it also sucked, because Dorian broke my damn heart every single time he was on screen. I want to see him heal from his sadness and sorrow and trauma, I think, personally I’m drawn to continue reading this series specifically so I can learn more about whatever’s next for him.
Loved all the badass lady characters in this one, endured the story (which dragged in quite a few places), and I’m still struggling through a dry spell when it comes to romance.
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This Is How We Roll
Summary: The guys and their girls all decide to keep up practice even when their on the East Coast.....even if it’s in the most unconventional way possible
Note: Wanna listen to the song that inspired this fic? Well here ya go, it’s here
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McRory Land
Tybee Island, Georgia
Time Read: 9:09 am
“Good morning Angels,” Maverick joked as he met the gang outside of the run down looking garage.
“Good morning Charlie,” they all replied collectively without missing a beat.
“You all seem to be enjoying furlough, however with furlough, often comes a dilema,” he explained. “Said dilema involves pilots being on long furlough and then returning to the field ill prepared for training exercise. So today we have a little special something planned to help us get back in the swing of things when it’s time to go home.”
Everyone looked at each other, a little perturbed, a little bit curious and a little apprehensive all at the same time. With Maverick, the unexpected was always to be expected.
“We’ll be doing an exercise this morning that our hosts like to call ‘Four-Wheel Dogfighting’,” Maverick explained further. “You’ll each team up with your wingman or wingwoman and ride the marked course through the marsh. One man drives while the wingman or wingwoman collects the checkered flags on the sides of the path. Whoever collects their flags and makes it back to the house first is deemed the winner. Gretchen’s grandparents will be watching the GPS tracker from the porch. Aunt Karen and Uncle Rainy will be following behind in case someone needs first aid. We ready?!”
“READY SIR!” everyone replied eagerly.
“Alright guys,” Maverick said as he placed his helmet firmly on his head. “Let’s get to it. Penny, you’re with me. Care to do the honors?”
“I’d be insulted if you didn’t let me,” she chuckled, handing him the keys to the four wheeled ATV.
Everyone readied themselves, each one fitting their helmets to their heads with their call signs grazing the forefront. A huge grin crawled across Hangman’s face when he saw the word “Apache”, Gretchen’s call sign in the aptly named Top Gun Family, printed across her black helmet in bright pink letters.
“Hey babes?” he asked, the motors of the other ATVS loudly starting.
“Yes Jakey?”
“Remind me again why your family call sign is ‘Apache’?”
“You’ll find out in about two seconds,” Gretchen chuckled.
With a rev of the motor and a billow of dust, Maverick and Penny were the first ones off with Rooster and Rusty following close behind. Phoenix and her husband, Cole “Bullfrog” Rossington, shot off onto the trail with Bob and Moira following in their wake. Hangman revved the engine and kicked up a huge billow of dust, clouding any view of Payback and Aasha, Fanboy and Jewel and Coyote and Raquel who were the last three teams to follow them. Gretchen let out a thundering rebel yell that would have shook every tree in the marsh, her arms wrapped tight around Hangman’s waist and her long, dark ponytail flying behind her.
Off they went along the muddy trail, the engines roaring like the jets they flew, the mud and swamp water sloshing and flying beneath their wheels, cutting through the cattails and tall grasses. It was a hell of a ride that no one wanted to miss.
“Rooster!! Rooster c’mon he’s gonna get the first one!” Rusty shouted.
“I see’em!!” Rooster answered.
They were neck and neck with Maverick and Penny, barely a space between them and the wheels dangerously close. Rusty leaned over the side, one arm still holding fast to her husband and the other reaching for the checkered flag that lay just within her reach. As soon as she had it, Rooster sped up, the mud splattering the front of Maverick’s helmet.
“Ok kid,” Maverick muttered under his breath. “You wanna play this game? I’ll oblige.
Maverick revved the engine and floored it through the muddy terrain with the other teams gaining speed behind him, desperately trying to catch up to Rooster and Rusty.
“Babe, c’mon we’re right behind’em!” Cole urged, tapping Phoenix on her shoulder.
“I’m on it hon!”
Phoenix gripped the gas and the vehicle sped forward, the marsh water kicking up in a white-water spray and soaking her and Cole.
“Babe it’s right there! Flag is right there!” he shouted.
“Lean in! Lean in!”
Cole leaned over, reaching out his long, muscular arm and snatching it right up, howling with victory as they sped on to catch up with the other two teams. Hangman and Gretchen came up right beside them just seconds later, a flag in hand and teasing them with a few rude hand gestures.
“Hey! Up yours Bagman!” Phoenix shouted.
“You’ve got it wrong honey!” Hangman teased. “I’m on your tail, not the other way around!”
Natasha stuck her middle finger right in the air, in plain view for him and everyone else to see.
Hangman laughed and spotted the next flag near the path that led to a rickety little bridge over a pond, reveling in his soon-to-be triumph when a thought suddenly hit him. “Hey Phoenix!” he called.
“What up?!”
“Where the fuck’s Baby on Board?!”
No sooner had he asked than he heard that familiar, angry rev of the ATV close by. “HOLY SHIT!!!” Hangman exclaimed as Gretchen’s arms clenched a little.
Bob and Moira swung around the corner in a torrent of mud and dirt dust like a SWCC boatman, turning tight into the hairpin turn and scaring the ever living shit out of Hangman and Gretchen. Bob sped ahead fearlessly, passing them with ease and snatching up the flag without a second thought.
“Go! Go get’em baby!” Gretchen cheered.
Off they went, but there was no way in hell the others would be able to keep up. The terrain was getting a bit rough, but that didn’t stop any of them from pushing forward.
Loud cheers, yells and screams of pure ecstatic happiness came from the pilots and their spouses as they caught up to one another, a mess of mud, marsh water, sweat and b.o that didn’t bother any of them in the least. Not since “Dogfight Football” had any of them had as much fun.
“Holy shit!!!”
“Fuck man!!”
“Did Bob just pass everybody?!”
Nobody could believe it! Bob was well ahead of everybody with Moira collecting flags like no one’s business! Even Maverick was in shock at how well he was doing as a huge grin and a proud laugh escaped his throat. “Sneaky fucker!” he laughed.
“Bob! Robby honey, bandits at our six!” Moira announced.
“Copy, engines are a go! Let’s turn and burn Angel!!”
The wheels spun furiously, the mud splattering his jeans and shitty steel toed boots as Bob raced ahead. He fearlessly turned into the hairpins, surfing a wave of mud before speeding down the straighter, more narrow paths that led to the trailhead’s entrance.
In no time at all, the trailhead spilled out into the familiar little cove near the water’s edge where the McRory house lay. Gretchen’s Meemaw and Pepaw waved as the ATVs all pulled to a stop, Bob and Moira being the first ones back with the most flags in hand.
Maverick and Penny pulled to a stop close by, hopping off and putting their helmets on the back of the seat. “Jeez Pete,” she said, still breathless and excited from the race. “You race like it’s the Indy 500.”
Maverick took her in his arms, laughing as the exhilaration of the race began to wear off. God they were a mess, every one of them.
They both looked over to see Bob being hoisted onto Rooster’s shoulder’s, the whole team chanting his name over and over again as though he had just won the Olympic Gold. Maverick and Penny were proud regardless. It was moments like this that they lived for, each and every day.
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His Life Will Find A Purpose (When the River Meets the Sea) - Chapter 7
crossposting: ao3
work summary: A nine-year old in Tomahawk, WI gets glaucoma surgery over Christmas break.
chapter summary: As the advent calendar counts down, Pickles struggles under the anxiety of looming surgery.
tws: none (let me know if I missed a biggie!)
As December trickled by, Pickles would occasionally feel something rush up from nowhere in slow-motion, like he’d seen a tsunami climb out of the horizon. On the Wednesday before Christmas break started, they had a school assembly to watch the kindergartners and the fifth graders (including Seth) sing Christmas carols, and on that Friday they had a party complete with cupcakes from the classroom mom, quiet Mrs. Lofgren. But not even candy and watching Seth boil red from humiliation on the stage in the gym could break Pickles out of his fog.
Since he’d been provided an assigned seat after the first week of class, sitting with his friends in the back wasn’t an option, so he had to catch up with Rodney, Jonathan, and Michael during recesses. Today, they all sat behind the previous day’s snow fort.
“You’re lucky you don’t go anywhere on Christmas. My mom drags us to grandma’s house for dinner and it’s so boring.” Jonathan seemed to be related to almost everyone in town, if you went by everyone he claimed to be his cousin. A silent nodding consensus among Rodney and Michael cemented that yes, it was possible that Jonathan would have a large family gathering to attend on Christmas Day. Jonathan had the best baseball card collection and made a good playmate despite his constant fibbing, but his remarks consistently needed vetting.
“Yeah, it’s kinda busy at my house on Christmas.” Rodney’s mother was easygoing, yet exhausted with three year old twins, Rodney, and three beautiful Labradors. “I just play with my toys and have dinner.”
“Hey Pickles?” Michael interrupted Rodney just before taking a cool, refreshing bite out of a fresh snowball. “My sister’s in Seth’s class and she said you’re gonna be in the hospital on Christmas.”
“Yeah, that’s right.” Pickles took off his wet mittens and drew furrows in the snow with his bare fingers. Traces of dried blood from his cuticles gave the snow the slightest rusty freckles as he plowed it into parallel lines.
“Really?” Rodney wiped his nose on his sleeve. “What’s wrong?”
“It’s his eye thing, remember?” Jonathan chirped, doing his best to be helpful.
“Yeah,” Pickles confirmed. Michael pushed himself up onto his knees.
“Wow. Are you going to get presents there?”
“No, my parents decided it’ll be when I get home.”
“Seth also said you’re not getting nothin’, but I don’t think that’s true.” Michael was always nice, whether he tried to be or not. Believing Seth came too easily to Pickles, and hearing someone else disagree with him always made Pickles feel a little better. If someone else thought Seth was wrong, then maybe he was actually wrong, and it wasn’t just Pickles trying to sabotage himself into disappointment.
Pickles sat back and put his hands in his pockets. “I don’t know.”
“You don’t care?” Michael ducked his head a little bit and ended up looking so sincere, with big, warm, black eyes, that Pickles almost snatched him into a hug,
Pickles shrugged, but before he could speak, Jonathan piped back up, this time just to be a know-it-all.
“You know eye surgery sometimes makes stuff worse, right? That’s how my uncle lost his eye!” His uncle lost his eye in a VA hospital in California after he’d come back from Vietnam, a story he told almost everyone he met. And Jonathan’s uncle met a lot of people working at the liquor store. He’d get talking for hours at the counter and wouldn’t even remember the back door of the stockroom was unlocked, and the creme de menthe was awfully close to the back door… Pickles helped himself every now and then. Jonathan’s uncle sure knew how to drum up new customers.
“Would you come back to school if you were blind?”
“I don’t know.” Blindness was such a frightening prospect that Pickles had instead begun to settle with his mortality, and fully intended to choose death over blindness out of sheer will. Still, there was no guarantee that wishing himself dead would finally work… Jonathan had effectively read Pickles’ fearful mind, but he smirked and looked back up into his friends’ faces. “I could get an infection and die with pus coming outta my face, so…” Heh. That’d be funny. Closed-casket funeral for sure. Maybe it’d make his mom sick of making casseroles with that set, gelatinous, yellow cream of chicken soup that was so concentrated that it came out shaped like its can… Can pus be chunky?
The boys were silent as they watched two beads of winter “sweat” drip onto Pickles’ cheeks.
“Well, I’d miss you-” Michael began, but was interrupted by Mrs. Wallace clearing her throat from the other side of the fort. Her festive nativity vest wiggled its pom pom trim at them from above.
“Gentleman, recess ended five minutes ago.”
“Sorry, Mrs. Wallace!” Jonathan was not only a fibber but a kissup and stood up the fastest, but they all trudged into line with the other kids.
At the end of the day, right after the final bell, before she’d even sat her chalk down, Mrs. Wallace called Pickles over to her desk. He slid everything on the top of his desk into his schoolbag, leaving papers and pencils to get crushed under his books, as long as it could close. Then, he walked up to her, standing in the scuffed 12x12 asbestos tile squarely in front of her nameplate.
His eyes only lifted when she held his mittens out to him, dry and warm from sitting on the radiator behind her desk.
“You left your gloves at recess.”
“Oh…” They needed to be washed but otherwise they were perfect and almost steaming with warmth. He cupped them in his hands, but he didn’t dare look at Mrs. Wallace in case he were in trouble for forgetting them in the first place. “Thanks.”
“Merry Christmas,” she offered, softening her eyes.
“Merry Christmas.”
When Pickles had his coat on (and doublechecked that Luke and his inhaler were still in the pockets), he heard Mrs. Wallace call him again while she straightened out the rows of desks. “Pickles?”
“Yes?”
Her mouth opened and shut a few times but nothing in her mind made it down to her mouth. Over the length of the semester, it felt like a light had gone out in her class. Although Pickles became less disruptive, it wasn’t a result of trying to focus more in class, punishment, or ‘maturing’. If anything, he’d gotten more distracted with his head on his desk instead of making faces or trying to cut up with the other students. She let him get away with playing with toys in the pockets of his clothes because it was one of the only remaining signs that Pickles was a nine year-old boy and not a frightened dog. His current state was far from the description of the incorrigible and wildly sincere child his last teacher described. It was like he’d been snapped in two.
Mrs. Wallace knew from being on the church prayer chain that when someone believes they’ll die, they come that much closer to it. Surgery was no laughing matter, but to see Pickles say a roundabout goodbye behind the snow fort he built laughing the day before made her heart lurch into her hands. But who was she to tell him he wouldn’t die?
He could barely stand to be spoken to. With his head tucked and his arms creeping up to his chest, Pickles took baby steps backwards towards the door.
“I’m looking forward to seeing you back in class in the new year.”
He chalked it up to seasonal formalities and nodded in her general direction. “Yeah, uh, you too. Bye.”
While she was dusting the cubbies, she found his mittens again, laid right under his coat hook on the floor. She brushed them off and folded them, laying them neatly in the left corner of his cubby where he could see them as soon as he returned.
Pickles’ sleeplessness followed him to Saturday morning, cartoons be damned. His teeth ached, for no good reason, and it was almost enough to make him stop eating. Weakly, Pickles hiccuped, and scooped spoonful after crunchy, wet spoonful into his mouth, until he could feel the granulated sugar he’d sprinkle over his cornflakes squeak between his molars.
“Just slap me,” Seth moaned with his head leaned against the couch cushion and his limp arms giving him the languishing, saintly form of a groggy Saturday morning schoolkid.
“What?”
“I said just slap me.” The hum of the tubes on the TV was eerie and clear, or were they hearing the refrigerator? They were still as two bodies laying in adjoining cabinets in the morgue.
Pickles reached to the right and hovered his fingers over Seth’s cheek. He brought it down on Seth’s unfocused face with the same hardness you’d use to make a hollow sound on a dog’s ribs, but pulled back when he felt his brother flinch.
“Ow!” Seth squeaked… right before he laughed. “You hit like a girl.”
“I do not!” Pickles couldn’t help being a little brother, but he was not a little girl.
Seth clicked his tongue like an idiot (Mom smacked him when he did it, but he swore he saw it in a mob movie) and returned his head to the polystyrene hammock of the couch seat cushion. With his knobby legs shoved under the coffee table and that smug, satisfied look on his face, Seth looked as comfortable as could be.
“Do it again.”
This time, with twice as much hesitation, Pickles popped him in the chops with an open hand. The sound of Seth’s teeth snapping together briefly volleyed around the room.
“ Ow !” Seth twisted himself towards his brother, then looked back away with a puff.
Pickles pulled his knees to his chest and chased the not-yet soggy cereal stragglers floating around his bowl with a little tea spoon. “Yeah. Don’t call me a girl.”
Instead of letting it go and going back to his own breakfast, Seth slapped Pickles in the side of the head with a flailing arm.
“Seth! God-”
“You’re such a pussy.”
“Am not… Jeez.” Pickles grumbled. Unwilling to debate further, he got up to sit on the couch.
“I know I didn’t just hear you speak the Lord’s name in vain, Pickles! Shame on you…” Molly waltzed into the room clutching her housecoat closer around her chest. When she sipped her coffee, her glasses fogged over and her eyes went missing.
“Seth, I want you to shovel out the driveway this morning.”
“Mom!” Seth turned towards her and crossed his arms tight, hoisting his shoulders over his ears. “That’s not fair!”
“Now don’t throw a fit. I’ll give you $5.”
“But make Pickles do it!”
“He’s too short.” She cut her eyes towards Pickles and he decided to stop trying to hunt every cornflake down. “He did a terrible job last weekend- your father almost broke his back! I want you to do it.” Pickles left the room to wash out his bowl.
“Fine.”
“That’s good.” She took her glasses off and came around the couch to give her oldest a kiss on the top of his head. “Love you. I’m going to go call Aunt Elaine.”
“Love you too, Ma,” he mumbled over his soggy cornflakes, then he stared at the television.
Pickles returned as she was leaving and laid down across the sofa, minding Seth’s head and curling up in hopes that it’d stop his stomach from tossing his cereal around like a front-loading washing machine. The second he closed his eyes, he was dozing off. Almost every waking moment he wasn’t talking to someone, he was thinking about the surgery. There were too many unknowns, from the food to the other kids to the non-zero chance that the surgery would fail and he’d end up even worse. Maybe blindness would be where everything would look like a blurry shape. Or darkness. Maybe his eyes would pop or they’d scoop them out, and he’d have empty, skin-covered eyesockets like one of the neighbors’ outdoor cats. Maybe blindness would be not knowing how nauseating he’d be to the unwilling friends and family who could bear to see his mutilated face. He probably wouldn’t die if something happened, after all. He’d have to learn how to live with it.
Maybe he could be a telemarketer, since he could probably memorize where the numbers on the telephone were, if only someone could read the numbers out to him. Or, braille, there was always braille…
Can labels and money and newspapers didn’t come in braille. Maybe he’d have to live with mom and dad forever, since he knew the house.
The last thing he might ever see could be white sheets or a doctor’s face. How long would it take for him to forget what everything looked like? Last night, he’d tossed and turned and made himself dizzy suppressing sobs and using his inhaler, something that had become more and more frequent as Seth’s advent calendar counted down like a bomb.
Today could be his last day to be a normal kid. Tomorrow, he went to Milwaukee.
“Pickles, can I ask for a favor?”
Instead of brushing Seth off, Pickles always felt compelled to accept Seth’s little “deals.” Although they’d bitten him in the ass, there were a handful of times where it’d been fun, or it’d saved them both a lot of trouble… like the time Seth’s friend gave them a ride in the back of his truck to the gas station and he gave them the remnants of nitrite leather cleaner, which kept Pickles entertained for the rest of the month. But Seth would do the same for him eventually, right? That’s what mom told him. Besides, he didn’t have any big plans today.
Seth rolled his shoulders and closed his eyes. “You gotta shovel the driveway.”
“I can’t. Mom said I suck at it, remember?”
Seth leaned forward and looked Pickles in the eyes as he pulled himself tighter and tighter into a ball. “Pickles, look, you’re my brother, alright? And you can do what you gotta do. It just iced over last time- but it was perfect, just perfect before that. You’re my brother, you can do anything you want to, and so what if you did a crap job last time, ok? You can’t do everything right. But you gotta shovel the driveway.”
“You can’t make me. Mom said she wanted you to shovel the driveway.” Pickles dredged himself up and sat upright to argue, but stopped short when he saw how quickly Seth twisted around, and how his face was stuck in that still, stern look that felt almost as bad as mother’s.
“I can’t make you but you’ll be sorry, trust me, ok? You don’t want to know what I’m gonna do to you.” Seth stood up, leaving his bowl of lukewarm, used milk on the coffee table. As he walked away, he backhanded Pickles in the ear.
“Ow!”
As Pickles sat by himself, the TV’s cheerful chirp started to sound mocking and hostile. When it became unbearable and sick-feeling, he stood up, turned off the TV, and grabbed the little shooting gallery pocket game from one of the side table drawers.
“Pickles?”
“Yes, Mom?”
“Your snow suit is clean.” He’d had it taken out of commission for a few days after Seth and his friends infested their yard with every frozen dog turd they could find within a half-mile radius. And that happened only a few days after he’d become un-grounded from slamming the door when Seth chased him up the stairs for using “his” broom for broomball. With all the drama along with his asthma, he’d spent most of his weekends inside. If today was his last good day, he might as well spend it in the snow.
When he emerged from the house, he immediately heard Jonathan reciting the rules of street hockey and ran up the plowed street just in time to even out the teams. Although he wasn’t a particularly valuable player, even when he could see the ball, it was better to have another body on your side than nobody, and there was even an extra stick! He burnt the rest of the morning that way, hollering and hustling, setting his lungs on fire. The ice on the telephone wires gave them a tinsel-y sparkle in the morning sun.
He’d played a couple games before Seth and his friends replaced some of the kids who had to go eat lunch and change gloves, and at the end of a match, Seth slapped him upside the head so hard that his hat flipped off.
“So when you gonna shovel out the driveway?”
“I’m not.” Pickles shot back as he bent down and shook the snow off his hat. “Mom said-”
“I didn’t ask you what mom said, did I?” Seth grabbed the back of Pickles snowsuit and jerked it up so that Pickles would stand. The game hadn’t really stopped, but with two people arguing by one of the goals, the rest of the neighborhood boys stood around and watched the sun shine helplessly on the snow-burdened, slumping cedar trees in neighboring yards.
“I’m not gonna shovel the stupid driveway!”
The white snow sparkled with such a sincere invitation that Seth couldn’t help but kick Pickles in the back of the knees, but before he could do much of anything else Michael Jones’ mom poked her head out of her door, swathed in her own winter fleece housecoat and slippers, but with a silk scarf over her hot-combed hair. And Michael’s mom wasn’t afraid to pull out the phone book and find your parents. And if they hung up on her, she’d write them. And if she wrote them and called them and what you did in front of her house was bad enough, she’d tell Mrs. Wallace or the grocer or even the Schwann’s guy… Mrs. Jones would get you in trouble if she thought you deserved it, and not even Seth would test her this close to Christmas. At the sound of her screen door squeaking, everyone stood still.
Seth stood back, casting a shadow over Pickles as he flipped himself over. “So that’s how it’s gonna be, huh? Alright.” Without another word, he turned and left. Slowly, the game resumed, but Michael himself came outside, and he and Pickles and Rodney left the game to go sledding on trash can lids a couple streets over.
When he came back down the road, red-nosed and cold-handed, it was after lunch. He shed his boots and his snowsuit at the door, freeing his sweaty hair from his hat and flinging his gloves to the floor. Snow had managed to wiggle into the arms of his clothes, wetting his undershirt, so he went upstairs to change it while he shivered off the lingering cold in his legs and ears. Seth bounded down the stairs, shoving right past Pickles, with a pair of scissors in his hand.
The door to his room, typically wide open, was mostly closed. The inside was as dark as it usually was, but the outline of his plastic Millennium Falcon looked more like a microwave omelette maker than a blurry dinner plate on the ground. He turned the light switch on and almost gagged at the sight of it cracked in two parts, all the glued plastic joins popped-out, with shards of grey plastic spilling out of the splits. Around it lie the whole cast of Star Wars (at least, the ones Pickles had) in pieces, their arms and plastic boots scattered like they’d lain down on landmines. A couple heads were broken off, or marred by the force of two blades attempting to saw them in half.
He knelt, but he kept his breathy torment and pathetic tears in his hands. After all, they were only toys, right?
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This is a series of excerpts from the Chucky au I just posted. They probably won’t make sense unless you read the first one first. Just click on my profile and it’s the post below this one :).
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Yellow flowers. Her five year old daughter Nica was presenting her with a handpicked bouquet of yellow flowers.
What made it worse is that every day she was looking more and more like her father. Sometimes if she glanced at her in passing she flinched, because she didn’t see her child out of the corner of her eye, she saw the monster that had ruined her life. But normally she was better at hiding it.
But yellow flowers? The same kind that he… it was horrible to even think about. But Nica was grinning toothily up at her mother, flowers raised triumphantly like a prize. Her older daughter Barbara was pushing her chair, also smiling, she didn’t remember.
But of course, how could she remember? Sarah had told her that her nightmares about her Uncle Charles were just a dream. Her Uncle Charles was a nice man who had let her and her Mommy stay at his house for a few weeks whilst Nica was still in her Mommy’s belly so they could clear Daddy’s things out of the house.
It was easier than dredging up the repressed pain. Her children deserved to be children. But the problem of the flowers still remained.
“They’re beautiful, Honey, thank you. How did you know that I… liked yellow flowers?”
Nica’s grin grew wider as she lisped a response.
“They’re in all your pretty paintings, they were right by the house, Barbie helped me pick ‘em.”
Sarah smiled a tight lipped smile and took the flowers from her daughter’s hand.
“Well, thank you as well Barbie. I think I’ll put these in a vase in my room, they’re… so pretty.”
That vase was thrown out as soon as her daughters went to bed.
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“Alright Nica, let’s see the winter coat you picked out!”
Her baby girl was growing up so fast. Ten years old already, how time flies. Today her daughters were picking out new winter coats, because they’d both grown out of their old ones. They were finally old enough to be trusted with the choice of picking their own clothes. Sarah just hoped they actually came out wearing coats this time, the last time she let Nica pick out an outfit to buy she tried to get a Disney Princess dress.
“Alright Mom, I think you’re gonna like it! Barbie helped me get it off the rack and she said it looked awesome!”
As long as it wasn’t some studded biker leather jacket, she could buy it. That was what Sarah told herself. But then her mind wandered to a very specific coat. If Nica came out wearing that coat she wouldn’t be able to cope. She prayed it wouldn’t be the coat she was thinking about.
But when did a Pierce ever get what they want out of life?
Sure enough, Nica came out in a familiar brown coat, grinning brightly. Sarah won’t admit that she screamed, or that she ran out of the changing room in a panic. It wasn’t Nica’s fault, she just looked so much like him. Especially when she smiled. And in that coat…
It’s safe to say that Nica never went home with that particular coat.
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In his inactive state, Charles could see everything going on around him. He got a good look at Sarah as she handed him over to her daughter (wow, she aged badly, why did he ever like her?)
This daughter wasn’t Barbara. This was the kid she was pregnant with back in the 80s. Apparently that stab hadn’t killed the little shit after all, just put her in a chair. His aim was a little rusty that night apparently. A little disappointing considering that was his last knife stab as a human. He couldn’t even kill a baby.
Looking closely at her, Chucky was slightly alarmed. For a second, he thought he was looking at himself in some weird funhouse mirror that shows your past life. That was his face, on a female body. But that made no sense. So the obvious conclusion had to be that…
Well. Fancy that. Charles Lee Ray had a third kid hanging around. Of course, he still had the twins, but they were with his psycho ex (or maybe wife?) he wasn’t gonna get them back. But a daughter changed, well, everything.
Tiffany was gonna be so pissed.
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Tiffany was ecstatic to greet Chucky when he walked out of that asylum. It was a little strange to see him in a female body, but at least the body looked like him when he was alive. Maybe that was why he’d picked it?
But when she went to kiss him, he pushed her away in alarm.
“Chucky, what’s wrong?”
He shifted, and mumbled.
“Nothin’, just take it easy, alright?”
“But you’ve never pushed me away before… aren’t you happy to see me?”
“I mean, sure I am, but like, this is my kid, and I really don’t wanna think about doing anything sexual in my kid’s body.”
His kid? She thought they only had the twins… oh wait a minute, Sarah Pierce, that little cheating skank. This was her little hell spawn. Of course Chucky got her pregnant. That was just like him. In a way, the woman in front of her’s very existence was the catalyst for all of this starting in the first place. If Chucky hadn’t kidnapped Sarah, she wouldn’t have called the cops on him out of jealousy.
“Your kid? We clearly have a lot to talk about, get in the car.”
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Glen looked at the woman in front of them. Who was… apparently their older sister? It made no sense, but Glenda had been insistent. When they saw the picture of the man who was supposedly their father, they had to admit that the two looked alike. But they weren’t buying the whole possessed doll story. They knew for a fact that Mom was born with red hair, it wasn’t some weird 80s toy sperm donation.
If this Nica had a DNA test to show them, they might just believe her. But for now, they remained cautious. But still, it was no reason to be rude.
“So you’re our older sister?”
Nica shrugged.
“I dunno. That’s what Dad told me, but he never shuts up so it could be a load of- yeah, yeah, yeah, I get it Dad now shut up. Where was I? Oh yeah, he told me about two hours ago that I had two younger siblings. I’m sorry that your Mom’s a psycho.”
“Apparently as psycho as… our Dad?
“You have no idea kid. Google the Lakeshore Strangler, you’re in for a real treat.”
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When Chucky came too, he was face to face with Glenda. He smiled, it was good to see them.
“Glenda. It’s so nice to have two of my three kids back together again. By the way, where’s Glen?”
“That doesn’t matter. Meanwhile, tell me where Andy is.”
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Nica never pictured herself at a confession. She was no longer religious, and she’d never gone to one when she was. So this was a weird and awkward experience for her.
But all the same, when she was asked how she felt about the whole Chucky thing, she told the truth.
“Well, he’s my dad. I’m still getting used to it too. He’s not the worst person to have stuck in your head, but he really wants out, and I don’t particularly enjoy being taken over for the sake of murder.”
What she didn’t say was
“But I’m quite interested in trying murder out myself.”
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It was strange to meet Andy Barclay for the first time. He looked as pathetic as Dad always described him. But that wasn’t a nice thing to say, so Nica kept that to herself.
She was asked about her experience with Chucky. He didn’t look strong enough for the whole truth, so she’d give him the condensed version she gave the kids earlier.
“He’s my Dad. He stabbed me when I was in the womb, but that was an accident. He killed my family a couple years back, but he spared me. He’s been possessing me for a few months now, and in that time he’s taught me how to use a knife, how to construct a rudimentary explosive and way more about popular music from the 50s to 80s than I ever wanted to know.”
She took their stunned silence to be a bad thing.
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Tiffany stared down Nica Pierce as a gun was aimed at her. In her eyes was the same animalistic rage that Chucky would always have when he killed. For a second, she thought that this was Chucky possessing her again, but he just got out. This was all Nica.
At first Tiffany had thought that Nica was a sweet girl who’d lost her way in the world, but now she was like a clone of her father in his darkest moments.
What made it worse is when she cocked her head to the side the way he always had and smirked.
“What’s the matter, Tiff? Not having a good evening?”
Then she could have sworn that the laugh she let out was her father’s hyena like cackle.
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Birthday
the Buddha balloon belly
is the wish
I blew out on
my birthday
with greasy hair
long and brown
sitting at the dining room table
on a rainy day
in flower blooming May
two turtles
a few frogs
with candles in their mouths
and a brick colored penguin
on my ten toes
painted by a loved one
on a bored Thursday morning
when sex became obvious
and downright
clipped wings
in the sack
so,
my pets
are injured and hungry
wishing for popcorn snacks
and the grass is really
making the moves on me
as the cigarettes have all been blown out
stubbed and snubbed
out
so
go tend to your children
call yourself a mother or sister
or my uncle
who used to love me
but
she
(say it with me now)
died
the first punk rock song
was all country
and I tried to explain that to her
with construction cones
substituting for ears
and her butts are all wrecked
fired and black
like a microwaved blue bird
who chirped when she should have cheeped
the dumb feathered bitch,
she never really did
understand me
misfortune cries in happy families
a bunch of like-minded humans
who credit charge their futures away
with fancy playing cards
(full house…solitaire…jokers wild)
and sawbucks that pass as
tools
in the garage full of
rusty nails and a miscarried baby
who really had it better off
that you and I
so
let this song be tuned up
and prepared for flight
this fancy squiggle
is just another poem
in a land of shaking skin houses
and
look at him
with those long ears
with a tail between his shaven legs
this is my birthday
and I don't blame you for
never receiving that receiver
and giving me a jingle
you poor fucker
I can't understand you
and I never will
as my girl sits next to you
pulling spaghetti up with her fancy fork
and years later
you're just
gonna make her
(you pig..you animal…you slit throated maggot)
so
it ain't a happy birthday
for me
this time around
the clock
but how many strokes can I beat you by?
how many strokes of that clock
will I call a life?
Damned if I don't make it to 86
or
98
hell, I am an early departed
and you just got antsy is all
you took the cake
and shoved it into her face
much too early my friend,
my arch nemesis
so blow out those frog candles
and sing to me a few choruses of
happy happy happy anniversary
I'm all dead on the inside anyway
and you just knew it
is all
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Do I hate all this revolving around Ten’s era? Yes. But again, it is an objectively and outstandingly good decision by RTD to do this, now on even more fronts. Because not only is it pulling in a huge amount of old viewers to watch and they might bond with Ncuti at the same time, now you’ve linked in the old stuff even more to get them to stick around, and you’re exposing them to trans themes, and it’ll make it so much harder for the BBC to cancel both on numbers and because of said trans themes. If you want Ncuti to have a second series, you’re gonna have to put up with normie-baiting.
#i said irl i expected rose to be announced within the week#…this was not what i meant#but nah actually bring her back too#and fix her for me#in whatever capacity that means#turn left etc. did a lot for me anyway#but if you fix the idea#that the doctor’s always secretly pining for her#it’ll help me#and at this point ignoring it would literally be worse#if you’re gonna go all in uncle rusty#go all in#even if it all really kinda also makes me want to scream#i can’t believe i have to go back to the ten era in any capacity#i don’t wanna be 15 again god help me#even if i love wilf and donna#i didn’t need them back again#with any reference to *clenches fist* rose#i’m assuming ultimately a rosie or something cus else#no idea what fandom’s supposed to do here naming wise
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What if listener was part of a biker family. How would Seth, Al, and Finn find out or how would they react?
Vroom Vroom
-Alphonse x reader
-Seth x reader
-Finn x reader
-gender neutral reader
-not poly (separate)
-not proofread
Alphonse:
It was a sunny day. The weather was absolutely perfect… for staying inside.
Alphonse had some work to do in the shop so he let you stay to keep him company.
This happens pretty often and you’ve gotten used to spending your weekend at his shop. You both shared the usual playful banter. Until it was interrupted by the loud sound of a motorcycle.
Alphonse peaked out at the window. “Is Seth here? I didn’t know he was comin’ to visit.”
Only it wasn’t Seth. It was your “uncle”. He wasn’t actually your uncle but he acted like he was.
He walked into the shop. Tension was in the air. Alphonse probably thought he was one of Derek’s goons.
“Hey, Boo, do you know who this is?”
“Yeah, he’s my uncle. Relax.”
“Uncle? Are you two related?”
“It’s a long story. He probably just came to see me.”
You walked over to the biker man.
“Hello. How are you doing? Long time no see, huh?”
“Well, well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes. I’m doin’ just fine. How ‘bout you?”
“I’m doing great! This is Alphonse. He’s my boyfriend. He owns this shop.”
“Uh-huh…”
He walked over to Alphonse and examined him closely.
“What?” Alphonse asked cockily. “You gonna fight me or something?”
“Oh no…” you mumbled under your breath.
You expected him to challenge Alphonse to a fight. And you didn’t want to see Alphonse getting pummeled. But instead, he reached his hand out towards Alphonse.
“Nice to meet ya.”
Alphonse looked at him, confused. He shook his hand anyway.
“Right…”
Your “uncle” looked back at you and your confused expression.
“What? Did ya really expect me to beat him up? You’re all grown up, I don’t give a shit about who you date as long as they’re a decent person. And Pinkie over here seems fine.”
“Pinkie? Really, dude?”
The rugged biker chuckled. “Alright, well, I better be headin’ off now. The gang might be lookin’ for me. Later, lovebirds!”
He left the store and rode away.
“Boo? You never told me you were a part of a biker gang.”
“Ah, that was a long time ago. That man taught me how to ride. Though, I haven’t ridden a motorcycle in ages. I probably forgot everything I learned.”
“You now how to ride? Maybe you should race Seth. Now that would be entertaining.”
“Or maybe I should race you instead.”
“What? That’s not fair, I don’t know how to ride. Boooooo, you’re so mean.”
“I’m just kidding. But racing with Seth sounds fun. I’m sure he’d beat me easily though.”
“Wouldn’t hurt to try. Maybe he might go easy on you.”
“Yeah. Maybe…”
Seth:
You and Seth were on a date. He took you out to the woods on his motorcycle. He made a campfire for the both of you.
Everything was going fine until,
One of your old biker friends showed up.
“Hey! Long time no see!”
Seth looked at the biker.
“Sugar, do you know who this is?”
“Yeah, he’s just an old friend. I’ll go say hi.”
He nodded and watched your interaction with your friend.
“So… it’s been a while. How have you been?”
He replied. “Ah, the usual. I’m still out here riding my motorcycle.” He gestured towards his motorcycle. “Haha, as you can see.”
“Right. How’s the rest of the gang?”
“Everyone’s been doing fine. Some people left to start a new chapter in their life, but mostly everyone’s still here.”
“I see… well, uh, this is my boyfriend, Seth.”
Seth waved awkwardly.
“…”
The space was filled with awkward silence. Until your old friend’s phone began ringing.
“Uh-oh. The gang needs me. Gotta go now. Bye, guys!”
Then he rode off to god-knows-where.
“Sorry about that. Old gang stuff.”
“You know how to ride a motorcycle?”
“Yeah. I guess. I’m still a bit rusty though.”
“Race me.”
“What?”
“Rusty or not, I still want to race you.”
“I don’t have a motorcycle. Not anymore.”
“We can go rent one out for you and race later.”
“Okay. That sounds fine.”
Seth smiled and gestured for you to sit down with him.
“You know, if you’re really that rusty, I can teach you how to ride again. Wouldn’t that be fun?”
“I think it would be, yeah.”
He kissed your cheek. “Okay, it’s a date then.”
Finn:
It was a Saturday afternoon, which means you get to go foraging with Finn! Foraging with Finn was always fun because you always learned something new with him. It’s part of what you loved about him.
You were walking until Finn stopped you.
“Oh no, Orchid, don’t touch those. Those are poisonous.”
He pointed to a pointy, green weed.
“I didn’t even notice that was there! Am I going to die?”
He chuckled softly. “No, you won’t die. I’ll make sure of it. Just watch your step next time, okay?”
The date continued and Finn found many hidden treasures. Then there was a familiar sound.
The sound of a motorcycle.
You looked at the source of the sound and found a young lady. A very familiar face indeed.
She ran over to you, panting.
“H-hey, how are you doing? Whoo— these slopes ain’t so easy to run on.”
“Oh. Hello! It’s good to see you. This is my boyfriend, Finn. We were just outside foraging for cool stuff.”
Finn looked nervous. He couldn’t make eye contact with your friend.
“H-hello, yes, that’s me, I’m Finn.” It seemed like he was reassuring himself on who he was than actually introducing himself.
“Hey, nice to meet ya! What’s with all the plants?”
“Oh! Um… I just like plants.”
“I see.” She whispered to you, “Blink twice if you’re being held hostage.”
“I am not being held hostage. I went with him willingly.”
“Thank goodness, I thought you were being held hostage by a nerd.”
“Excuse me?”, asked Finn.
“Never mind.”
“Anyway, Finn, your lil lovebird was in our biker family. Was a real good rider, too.”
“A gang?”
“Sort of. We don’t commit crimes though. We just ride.”
“I see.”
“Well!” She looked at her phone. “Duty calls! See ya later, nerds!”
She rode off into the sunset.
“You never told me you were in a gang.”
“Ah, it’s nothing. It’s not like we did anything illegal.”
“No, I mean, that’s really cool. I could never do anything like that.”
“Maybe I should take you out for a ride sometime.”
“Yeah! I’d like that a lot, actually.”
You pulled yourself up to kiss him on the cheek.
“Then it’s settled.”
He was a blushing mess, almost as red as the berries he picked.
Sorry, I don’t really know what biker family is. Is it like a family that’s a bunch of bikers or another word for a gang?? I don’t know much about biker stuff. Sorry if it’s not to your liking.
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The Dark Team (part 5 S2)
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Warnings: abductions, kidnapping, forced unconsciousness, electroshocks (non explicit).
A/N: Listen. Listen. The chronologies... we already knew those were weird in this story and we accepted that. Now, we have to also accept the whole multiverse thingy being even more weird, because, yes, I'm mentioning OSCORP. Let's deal with it like mature people *screams into abyss of no return*.
“Your dirty little secret? Oh, come on. You gotta be kidding!”, exclaimed Steve, slamming the table. He immediately looked at you, “I’m sorry”.
He said sorry because it was three in the morning, Narfi was sound asleep and you all kept bickering about the coded message. You had peeped in your room several times, only to find, the first two times, Loki and your son reading in silence, each his own book, both neatly tucked under the same weighted blanket and Narfi's head resting on his father's shoulder. The third time, Narfi was asleep and Loki kept reading. The fourth, Narfi was all alone in the king-sized bed and Loki wasn't there. But he hadn't joined the meeting either.
Nobody could figure out what the dirty little secret was, and they all thought it was something Tony did. Like, you know, selling weapons.
“It’s okay, Steve. Listen, this is getting nowhere. And Loki should be here by now, where did you send him?”.
“I didn’t send him, he just… he said he needed to do something that had something to do with… could he have mentioned an old tutor?”, said Bucky, and you furrowed your brows.
“Is he in Asgard, now?”.
“I guess”.
You took your phone out, and tried to call him again, but he didn’t answer. There wasn't any phone signal in Asgard. Why would he go in there without saying anything?
“Look, all I’m saying is, the message was through JARVIS, and you’re the one with the most filthy secrets in here”, said Thor.
“Are you serious?”, spat Tony, pointing at Bucky. “This one was a hydra assassin”, pointing at Natasha “this one is an assassin”, pointing at Thor “we have no idea what’s going on with your thousand and half long life”, and finally pointing at you “there are no records whatsoever of anything you’ve done before my internship. So, no. I’m not the only one with the dirty secrets here. And, by the way, they’re dirty but public”.
“Yes. The billions you’ve won by selling weapons are very well known”.
“Shut your mouth”.
“Listen, this will get us nowhere. We could be in danger if we don't do something about this so if anyone is under any little suspicion of what a dirty secret they could be cultivating, this is the time to say it", you mediated, still calling Loki and getting directly to the voicemail.
"What could we possibly be having, Y/n?", asked Bruce tiredly.
"Any weird and innovative lab experiment? Something that could be used as a weapon? A disease? A cure? A mutation? Anything?", and you stopped on your words immediately. "Oh, no". As you opened your eyes widely, about to run to Narfi's room, Loki picked up the phone and you put it on speaker, pausing your fear. "Love! Where are you?".
Silence. Silence in the whole room, and a flickering light kind of sound. And then the unmistakable sound of a bad microphone on the other line, white noises, whispers to which you couldn't figure out the words.
"It's easy, really", said a rusty voice from the other side of the line. Everyone put on their best panic faces. You could feel your heartbeat on your throat. Not again. Not goddamn again, someone kidnapped one of you. This wasn't the kind of mission you wanted to join to get back on your feet. "You give us what we want, Mr. Stark, and we give you the man".
You looked at Tony and he huffed in frustration. He opened his mouth to speak, but on the background of the call you could hear Loki's unimpressed voice,
"The God. I'm not a man".
"Loki, are you okay? Can you hear me? Where are you?", you tried.
"I'm okay. These idiots think that they can…", he began saying, but a buzzing noise cut him off, along with a muffled screaming and something you figured was an electroshock took him out of the conversation.
"What do you want?", asked Stark. "Who are you?".
"We want money, Mr. Stark. A lot of it, to found our project", explained the voice. "And the other thing we need for the project. We could do with this one, but I'm sure you could give us a better sample".
"What is he talking about, Tony?".
"You think you can be more specific, dear?", asked Tony, losing his patience.
"Imagine a supersoldier, a superior being like that, but with ice powers, Mr. Stark. A man that's a mortal weapon itself", explained the kidnapper. "This one is particularly alright. But we will need a lot of him".
"What are you saying?".
"The frost giant. We want his blood".
They cut the conversation and Bucky grabbed your shoulder as you began to panic.
"Y/n, before jumping to this mission you should leave Narfi with someone strong enough to protect him", intervened Thor. You looked at him and sighed.
"Fine. Loki can't hear a word of this, alright?".
"Let it in my hands. I'll also ask Heimdall", he assured you and you squeezed his hand.
"Thank you", you told him, and traced the call. You did it in a few minutes and walked to Narfi’s room, to tell him where he would go. You wondered how you’d keep him calm. Usually Loki is the one that brought calmness to the situations, and this time around you had to be the one to keep calm and manage it all. You also wondered if he was capable of escaping on his own or if the kidnappers knew who they were dealing with and got him too restrained to run. Electroshocks. Loki’s weakness (anyone’s, really), so you guessed they knew better.
You knocked on Narfi’s door and he let you in with a flick of his wrist. Purple lights around the door made it disappear and he shifted his expressions from panic to disappointment really quickly.
“I’m so sorry, I…”, he began, but you walked hurriedly to him.
“Don’t worry about it, Narfi. Listen”, you said, and kneeled in front of him to reach his own height. You grabbed his tiny hand, and he paid close attention. “Daddy’s in trouble, and uncle Buck and I are going to help him come back home, alright? He’s fine, you don’t need to worry”, you explained the best you could.
“Can I come with, please, please? Daddy taught me things that could be useful, please?”.
“Don’t you wanna go with grandma, better?”, you smiled at him, hoping he’d accept and you wouldn’t have to take him against his wishes, “come on, darling, she wants to teach you some new tricks”.
Narfi smiled at those words and you sighed in relief.
“How long are you gonna take?”.
“I’m not sure. Couple of days at most”.
“Is daddy on a mission?”.
“Yeah”.
“Is he winning?”.
“I’m sure he is”.
“Is he cutting people with his new dagger?”.
“What do you mean new dag… wait, no, he’s not… hurting anyone, alright? Just… pack your things”.
“I hope he someday teaches me to throw knives like him”.
“Pack your toothbrush!”, you said from the door, and whispered to yourself, “dear Lord, I’m not letting Loki train at his sight again”.
As you left his room for him to get ready, you hurried your steps to meet the team. You tripped and fell over with someone’s leg. When you got up, hurting from the hit, you realized you tripped over Steve’s unconscious body. Looking around, the whole team seemed to have passed out completely.
“JARVIS!”, you called, your voice less calm than you would’ve liked to.
“Yes, Mx. Y/n?”.
“‘Yes, Mx. Y/n?’ What the hell happened here? Take their vitals!”, you rushed to Tony’s side and took his pulse. He seemed asleep. Just in case, you covered your nose and mouth with your sleeve.
“According to my database, they all seem to be in perfect condition. There might be some sort of a substance in the air. Should I alert Mr. Laufeyson as he comes back?”.
“Oh, God”, you realized.
Narfi.
You ran up to his room, knocking everything on your way to him. But as you didn’t even need to open an invisible door, you realized he wasn’t there. The room was completely empty.
Half an hour passed, and in the middle you ran all the way around the Tower, trying to unsuccessfully find your son hiding somewhere. But no, you were sure. You had already some theory of what could’ve happened to him and where he could be. And you didn’t like that idea at all. Oh, no. You much rather the Allfather keeping him forever than the alternative.
You poured a bit of the chemical mix you managed to prepare despite your trembling hands on the room’s vaporizer, and everyone began slowly recovering consciousness. Tony coughed up a blue liquid, and looked at it without much clue of what happened.
“Amitriptyline”, you told him, and he furrowed his brows. “In this dosage can make saliva blue, besides urine”, you explained what he hadn’t asked.
“But what for? I’m not depressed”.
“It’s for blocking whatever you’ve been given to get passed out. I know their tricks”, you vaguely explained, but, in all honesty, you really did not want to explain why you knew antidepressants blocked the effects of that substance.
“Their? What just happened?”.
“Where is my brother?!”, beamed Thor, ready to guilt him on it.
“This is not on Loki”, you said, taking a notepad out of your pocket and scribbling down some things while Bucky, Steve, Sam, Tony and Natasha got up and approached you cautiously. Thor began looking up, still trying to figure out if there was any of his brother’s magic involved. “They took Narfi. We have to act quickly, alright?”.
“Oh God, you’re not serious”, said Bucky, lowering his voice.
“They said… they said they wanted Loki’s blood”, recalled Natasha. “Loki’s blood, his heir. Not his actual blood”, she realized. You nodded.
“They want to mix human DNA with Jötun DNA and do that weird icy supersoldier mix, that terrible idea. That’s why they wanted Loki, to get his pure Jötun cells, and then get Narfi, to see how the chromosome pairs work. They want to experiment with my child”, you blurted out with your heart on your chest. “This, this right now, is an important mission. So we all better do this right now”.
“Wait, so what’s your plan of approach? Go to whatever place you think they are and go get them?”, said Steve. “I know you’re stressed and you have every right to be, but think. We need a plan”.
“We don’t need a plan, we need action, right now”, you said, unrecognizable words coming out of your mouth.
“Y/n”, mediated Tony. “Listen. We’ll figure it out. Rest of the team, to my office. You stay here and do not move even a hair, you hear me? You’re in no condition to get on board with this. Let us do this and you can help from a distance”.
“No way. There is no way you’re leaving me out of rescuing my own son”.
“Exactly because it’s your kid we’re talking about. Listen, a surgeon can’t operate on their own child. No, no. Don’t argue with me. Close your mouth. Barnes, make sure they don’t do anything stupid, wouldn’t you?”.
And with that, he left.
You and Bucky stayed in silence for about ten seconds, fidgeting with the notepad you had in between your fingers, ready to tear it to pieces out of anxiousness. After that, you said,
“Rescuing my child is not doing something stupid, right?”.
He shrugged and huffed out.
“I guess not. What’s your plan?”.
“Where would you go if you were a kidnapper with a very important child to perform very illegal experiments?”.
“I… don’t know”.
“I do”.
“What?”.
“Remember when you asked what my major was?”.
“Yes...?”.
“I… well, before the stark internship I worked in a very… odd place, it made experiments. Genetic experiments. The famous OSCORP, you know the place. They were the ones doing all the spider shit and Peter got bit by a spider in there. I worked there, and there was something that… never added up. The experiments grew worse and worse, more immoral, more dangerous. I couldn’t take them anymore and I left without leaving a trace of me in the public eye. Or so I thought”.
“You think your kid might be in OSCORP?”.
“I’m afraid so”.
“No more waiting then, let’s get the motorbike”.
“Shouldn’t we alert the team?”.
“What, so they can go by themselves, without you, without a plan and without your knowledge about that place? Besides, Loki is already in there, right?”.
“You’re the voice of reason, sometimes, Barnes”, you said, tossing him a pair of keys and his jacket. And with that, you two headed to OSCORP without warning.
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Ayyy Congrats Chlo! Can I get a 💭 of Noah when his girl is pregnant? Like how is he through it snd when she's in labor?
no more requests, the sleepover is over, I'm just finishing up what's in my inbox!
I got so carried away with this
he would be so good by the labour stage
but lets be real, he takes a hot minute to get adjusted
now, don't get me wrong, this was planned
and he is damn excited to be a dad
you've been taking folic acid and vitamin D and all the good stuff
and you were both elated and crying when the test came back positive
but he does take a moment to actually realise what it means
like he did not think that far through, if he's honest
rubbing your back throughout morning sickness
but like, he doesn't quite get it
you have a significantly lowered sex drive
breast tenderness and morning sickness and he is kinda sexually frustrated
it takes him a moment to adjust to that because y'all had been pretty active before, and he has to take care of himself now
not to mention, you're a lot more sleepy
he knew you'd get sleepy, but he expected it to come later, not as early in the pregnancy as the first few weeks
so there's a lot of things that have to be cancelled
like concerts and things
but he was looking forwards to them
and it causes some arguments to begin with
like when he went to the concert with boyd instead
and you'd put a blanket and pillow on the couch for him
or the argument that came with him insisting that he could ride the bike a little longer
and the little strop he gets in when you throw out all the foods on the list your midwife gave you after your first antenatal appointment
"you can't eat them, but I can! why do we have to throw it all out?"
"because you're supposed to be supporting me!"
"I am supporting you, but I still want to eat my food!"
"fine, keep it then!"
and he feels bad two weeks later when you go to game night
and derek and stiles have laid out an awesome looking spread
with charcuterie boards and cheeses and crackers and wine
and he knows how much you love all of that stuff
and you literally can't have any of it
in fact, you brought your own meal, which is a salad and plain crackers and it's not exactly game night material
and so he does some research into food and writes down everything you can and can't have
and he watches a video on best recipes for pregnancy and he makes one for you
a little surprise dinner for when you get home from work
"what's all this?"
"well, you know, your meals look kinda' miserable. but, you're literally growing our child, so you should get to eat nice things, and I googled a good recipe for pregnancy safe meals."
noah getting laid that night
and afterwards, when you're asleep on his chest, he realises how easy it is when he stops thinking it's gonna be a struggle
at around about 7 weeks, you start getting more emotional
crying more at movies and getting mad at random things and being a lot clingier than usual
which he doesn't mind, of course
but it freaks him out sometimes
"noah, what the fuck?" while in tears and he's freaking out because he has no idea how bad he fucked up or what he did "there's a dead bird in the garden, noah, that's got to be some kind of omen, oh my god, what if you die? why would you just die, noah?"
so he cleans up the dead bird
but now you're mad because you're worried about him abandoning you
"baby, if I was gonna' abandon you then why would I have married you, huh?"
and it takes him a hot minute to get used to that too
however, he also learns how to direct it at other people for his own amusement
"hey, baby, did you know that stiles wears socks to bed, even in the summer?"
"you wear socks to sleep in the summer? you're sick, stiles. you're sick. I don't want you near my child, you're weird, you and your socks and your sweaty toes can stay away. you're so gross."
"what the fuck?"
and noah just laughing his ass off about it
you also have to pee a lot more so noah has to take that into account
you're still fully able to go hiking and do the things the two of you love doing
but he has to plan in your pee breaks
not to mention, you're still throwing up every morning
so, he can't plan too much, but he does plan a little weekend getaway for you both
with a privately rented cabin so that you can throw up each morning in peace and don't feel like you're being watched
panicking when you get spotting at week 8
and that really throws you both through a loop
rushing to the hospital and he's unfamiliar with driving your car
so it stresses him out to know he's useless in emergencies
it turns out to be nothing
but noah is pretty sure he's never cried that hard
not to mention, in a public bathroom, just so he didn't scare you
and when he gets home, like, fuck, it's a reality check for him
he starts getting driving lessons
he has a license and all but he's rusty
and he wants to be prepared, so he starts taking lessons
he also starts checking out bigger cars for the two of you
because your little car won't do in a few years
"you know, not that I'm complaining, but I've noticed you aren't wearing bras anymore."
watching your cheeks go fucking warm as you get all embarrassed
"do you wanna go shopping, get some comfier ones?"
"you are gonna go pregnancy bra shopping with me?"
"well, considering how proud I am when I get to go regular bra shopping with you, I think pregnancy bra shopping is the same."
going with you to get tests and scans done
literally crying again when you hear the heartbeat
"we made that, oh my god."
texting everyone he knows when you get your due date estimate
holding your hands when you have to get your pregnancy vaccinations
actually taking notes when the midwife starts talking about making a birthing plan and getting things sorted before you get to the third trimester
and he does a lot of research on birthing plans and starts prepping
going on every shopping trip with you
"I want to get the nursery painted, like, a while before the baby comes. so we can air it out for fumes."
"we can go check samples out this weekend."
"well, I mean, that's soon, like, really?"
"yeah, whatever you want, sunshine."
getting laid again
and when the morning sickness goes away, he starts getting his late morning sleep back
starting to get self-conscious about extra pregnancy weight gain
and noah doing everything he can to reassure you
but as you get into the second trimester, your sex drive suddenly jumps back up
and he fucking loves it
because that's a lot of unprotected sex and a lot of making out and a lot of touching
and honestly, something about it is really turning him on
"baby, I don't know if it's your glow or the fact that I am literally so in love with you, or maybe the months of not having sex, but I've literally never been this hard."
"shut up and fuck me, you can compliment me later."
"'kay."
throughout your second trimester, you get everything done
the nursery gets decorated and the furniture is built and it's perfect
there's only the little touches now, like mobiles and clothes and such
he also bought the new car, and traded yours in
and he arranged for you to get lessons in it too, so you know how to drive a bigger car before you get too pregnant to drive safely
crying the first time the baby moves. so much fucking crying.
and getting so excited every time
it's few and far between in the middle of your second trimester, but it's so meaningful
starting to go to pregnancy classes
and he also signs you both up for a pregnancy exercise class
that is supposedly meant to make labour easier because of the pelvic floor exercises
having a few days where you're nervous around him
thinking he did something wrong
"I think I'm gonna want to take an epidural."
"that's what you've been so worried about?"
"well, yeah. I read all these pamphlets about how it's so controversial and sometimes the dads don't like it, an-"
"I want you to be happy, okay? it's gonna be a happy time, so whatever you want, we'll do, okay? I want you to smile when you look back on the birth of our baby."
"I love you, so damn much."
"I love you so damn much."
finding out the sex of the baby, neither of you wants to wait
telling everyone it's a secret until the baby shower
your bump really starting to come in at the end of the second trimester
as well as headaches and backaches and stretch marks
and noah always making sure to kiss it better
a lot of nice warm baths and washing your hair for you
the baby starts responding to touch and sound, though
noah starts talking to the baby a lot
telling them about your day and rubbing lotion on your stomach
the baby getting hiccups for the first time
in the beginning of the second trimester, you start choosing names
more tears when you settle on a name
the third trimester is where you really start feeling it
you’ve got mood swings, you’ve got backache, and you’re getting a lot of odd cravings
all of which noah indulges for you
some make him gag and he actually cannot watch you eat it
banning food in bed
it caused an argument but he won that one
announcing the gender at your baby shower
you and noah dressing in white while waiting for everyone’s guesses
it’s a girl!
you announced it via a little cake cutting ceremony that was pink inside
using those last few weeks to decorate the nursery with teddies and buy clothes
when you finally go into labour it’s actually while you’re hanging out with stiles and derek
thinking it’s just cramps for a while
because you’ve been having cramps, you think it’s fine
until
“uh, (Y/N), you know I love you, but did you pee on my couch?”
“excuse me, I did not pee on your couch an- oh my god, they’re contractions.”
noah literally choking on his drink
you rubbing his back as he tries to cough it up
panicking so much that his whole fucking birthing plan goes out of the window
“the bag is at home!”
“what about your pillow?”
“fuck! fuck! fuck!”
derek is the only calm one because stiles is;
“HOLY FUCK, IM GONNA BE AN UNCLE, GIMME A NEICE!”
and noah is
“HOLY FUCK, IM GONNA BE A FATHER!”
so derek coordinates it all while you just kinda sit there and watch it all
“okay, well, her contractions are now, like, eight minutes apart, so maybe we should get a move on.”
telling stiles to take you to the hopsital while he takes noah to pick everything up
and off you go
stiles is fucking buzzing the whole way there
calling your hospital to inform them you’re on your way
getting to the hospital and being greeted by your midwife
“lovely to see you again, mom and dad”
“I DIDN’T MAKE THAT.”
“thanks, stiles.” your midwife being confused. “this is the uncle, they’re twins. dad is on his way.”
“I’M THE UNCLE!”
“stop shouting stiles, the baby won’t come out, you’re scaring it back up.”
“sorry.”
stiles holding your hand
noah arriving five minutes later with more than enough stuff
“I didn’t know which pjs you’d want after so I brought options!”
after a good few hours of labour, and noah being there for all of it, your baby is born
literally crashing right after and sleeping for a while
“‘bout fuckin time you woke up, noah won’t let me see my niece ‘til you have. hurry up.”
“I will punch you so hard you’ll be glad you’re in a hospital.”
“that’s my wife”
“sorry.”
meeting your daughter with noah, and having a moment
because he’s put her in a little pink striped onesie and she’s got a baby beanie on
“she’s got your nose.”
“you can’t tell that, she’s like six hours old.”
“i can hope.”
finally taking her to meet stiles who practically dies on the spot
he cries a lot when he finally gets to hold his niece
“stiles, derek, meet ‘hope claudia stilinski’.”
#9ksleepover#hope stilinski is like emma rapp#i made a new baby character#she’s my new au character pls#i love her#don’t steal her
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It’s You and Me - Chapter 15
It’s You and Me: A Hawkeye Fanfic
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Character Pairing: Clint Barton x F!Reader
Word Count: 2165
Rating: E
Warnings: action, canon typical violence, mentions of past child sexual abuse
Synopsis: You and Clint Barton go way back. Since you joined the circus as a child, he took it upon himself to keep you away from the people who really wanted to hurt you. For years the two of you danced a line between dark and light.
When he chooses light the two of you go your separate ways.
Fifteen years later he tracks you down. Those feelings the two of you shared never went away, but now he is not only an Avengers but a single father. Can the two of you make it work after all this time when your lives have gone in such different directions?
A series told in flashbacks and current day.
Chapter 15: Now
“Alright, alright,” Clint said, holding his three kids at once. “I’ll be back soon enough. I promise.”
“We don’t want you to go,” Lila whined.
“I know, sweetheart,” Clint soothed. “But there are a bunch of kids just like you that are in trouble right now, and I gotta go help them. We’ll be back in a day or two. I promise.”
Clint’s words of reassurance seemed to only make the kids cling to him even tighter. You couldn’t blame them really - if you’d had a parent that had given half a damn about you, and you knew how easy it was to lose that, you wouldn’t want to let them go either.
“I’ll protect him,” you said. “Anyone who tries to hurt your dad will have to get through me first.”
“Yeah, and she’s really tough. Plus your Auntie Nat will be there. So will Auntie Wanda, and Uncle Steve,” Clint assured them. “I’ll be home soon, and Ebony’s gonna take really good care of you.”
“That’s right,” Ebony agreed. “I will. Plus, because you’re dad’s not here, I can give you as much candy as I want.”
Cooper and Lila reluctantly pulled away but when Ebony went to take Nate, he wailed and clung to Clint.
“Come on now, bud,” Clint soothed. “I need you to be super brave, and someone needs to take care of Jasper. You know he likes you best.”
Nate looked up and furrowed his brow. “Weally?”
“Yeah, really,” you agreed. “I think he likes you even more than he likes me.”
Nate reluctantly let himself be taken by Ebony and Clint quickly kissed the kids goodbye. “This is really just a ‘go-in and arrest them’ thing,” Clint said to Ebony. It was something he’d already told her three times, but she let him repeat it. “Couple of days max. I’ll call if I can but you can always call Pepper for a status report if you need to.”
“I know, I know,” Ebony said. “Get out. I’ve got this.”
He smiled at her and patted Lucky before heading out with you. “Fuck, that does not get easier.”
“Yeah, well, they’re worried about you,” you said, taking his hand as the two of you descended the stairs.
“It was better when Laura was alive,” he said. “They never loved me leaving, but there’d just be some tears. Not this ‘clinging to me’ thing.”
“Well,” you said. “The older two have lost two parents now, right? Probably they’ve started thinking they’ll lose everyone.”
Clint stopped dead in the stairwell and looked back up the stairs. “Fuck,” he cursed.
You took a few more steps before the tug of his hand made you realize that he wasn’t walking with you anymore. “What? You didn’t realize that?”
“I mean -” he shrugged his shoulders and started walking again. “I guess part of me did. I knew it was separation anxiety because they’d lost her. But I guess I didn’t think that this was becoming a theme for them.”
“You can stay behind if you want,” you said. “I am sure the rest of us can handle it.”
Clint shook his head. “No,” he said. “As much as I hate it, Jacques was one of my father figures. I hate him - and I also kind of love him. I need to see this out to the end.”
You nodded. You knew exactly how he felt. This was a long time in the making and you wanted to be there to take him down so you could have closure too.
When the two of you stepped out onto the street a van pulled up beside you and the back door slid open. You and Clint jumped in and squeezed into a chair next to Bucky. “How far do we have to go?” Clint asked.
“I’d say a three or four hour drive. Depending on traffic,” Steve said.
“We’re not taking the Quinn?”
“We didn’t want to give them a chance to spot us coming,” Steve said. “The whole reason Swordsman keeps getting away from us is because he’s always one step ahead. Tony and Sam are going to fly in once we get there.”
Clint nodded and shifted in his chair, pushing you against Bucky a little more. “Hey, bird,” Bucky snarked. “Wanna not spread out so much, we have a long fuckin’ drive.”
“Yeah?” Clint teased. “How about I do this instead.”
He leaned into you like he was going to kiss you. You burst out laughing and pulled away from him, pushing further against Bucky. “Get off me, you idiot!” You squealed.
“Steve, you think I can drive?” Bucky deadpanned as he pushed you both off of him.
It was dark by the time the van pulled up down the street from the large, yet run-down Queen Anne house that stood at the top of the hill, and everyone in the van was getting antsy. It was the kind of house that kids would say a witch owned. The yard was overgrown and brown, and the paint was all peeling from the timber of the house. There was a large, rusty gate out the front and the walls that surrounded it were starting to crumble. Somehow, despite never really knowing Jacques to have lived in a house, this was exactly the kind of place you could see him in.
You stretched a little as you stepped out of the back of the van, and Steve gathered you all into a huddle.
“From what we can tell, his security is top of the line, so don’t let the appearance fool you,” Steve said. “Tread lightly, stay in the shadow. He has a good view of the entire area, and if he’s alerted they’re all going to run. You four, he said pointing to you, Bucky, Natasha, and Clint split up. I want you to enter unseen, and block off the exits. The rest of us will follow on when you give the signal. Wanda, do your best to keep track of who’s in the building so we don’t lose anyone.”
“Yes, sir,” Wanda said.
“We all know our jobs?” Steve said. When no one replied he nodded. “Then let’s go.”
You pulled your mask down and followed Natasha, Bucky, and Clint up the hill, keeping low and to the shadows. When the four of you reached the stone fence, Natasha waved you and Clint in one direction and she and Bucky went in the other.
When you reached about halfway down the wall, you found a tree that - while it didn’t hang over the fence - it was close enough that the two of you could jump over. Clint gave you a lift into the tree and you pulled him up after you. Without a word the two of you ran along the branch that got you closest to the wall, and when the branch began to sag, you leaped, somersaulting in the air and landing crouched on the ground.
Clint wasn’t far behind you, and when he was safely inside the walls, you split up. Clint continued his trip around the building, while you went straight for it.
You reached a dying hedge near the house and crouched behind it as you surveyed the building. There was a cellar door near you and a trellis that ran up the side of the tower. You knew the likelihood that both were alarmed was pretty high if what Steve said was true.
Bucky’s voice came through your comms. “Winter Soldier in position. No indication they’ve seen us.”
“Black Widow in position,” Natasha responded. “Awaiting orders.”
“Sugar Snap in position,” you echoed, remaining hidden in your spot and gazing over the house, looking to see if anyone seemed clued into your position. There was movement in the house, but nothing that seemed to indicate that anyone was alarmed.
“Hang on, hang on…” Clint said, slightly breathlessly. “Okay, Hawkeye in position.”
“Alright, we’re at the gate,” Steve said. “Tony? Sam? You ready?”
“When you are, Cap,” Sam responded.
“Yeah, hurry it along,” Tony added. “I want to go back to binging the Mandalorian.”
“Alright, team one, enter the building,” Steve said. “Get as far in as you can go before tripping the alarms.”
You took off from your hiding spot, scaling the lattice until you reached the top window on the tower. Using your sword you forced the window open, immediately setting off the alarms. You ignored them, jumping through the window. There was no one in the room, but there were a lot of computers, and on the table were photos of girls in compromising positions. Your blood boiled seeing them, remembering back to when it was you being manipulated by the man who had said you’d be safe.
The sound of running echoed in the hall outside and you pulled your sword, readying yourself as the door burst open.
Jacques Duquesne hadn’t changed a lot in the past 18 years. He was older, yes. But aside from a few more lines on his face, and grey in his hair, but he still looked as fit as he ever had. “Well, well, well,” he said, stopping short in front of you and pulling his own sword from its sheath. “You’re all grown up. Zelda said you were working with the Avengers now.”
“That’s right,” you said. “And you are now going to go to prison for a very long time.”
He raised his sword. “That’s adorable. You think you’re going to get payback for something you agreed to willingly?”
“I was a kid!” You shouted and charged at him.
He deflected you easily. Your rage getting the better of you. You spun around and attacked him again, and he shoved you aside.
“You really are so cute, ma petite,” Jacques taunted. “Barton taught you with the blade, but he never was as good as me.”
He swung at you and knocked the blade to the side, but he pushed back, shoving your blade against you. He was stronger than you, and you couldn’t match the brute force he was putting behind the attack. You flipped backward and he swung the blade at you. You watched it in slow motion as the blade swung under you and put your foot on the flat of the blade, balancing on it even as it moved. You flipped back again and kicked him in the jaw, sending him reeling.
As you landed on the ground - sword at the ready - Jacques recovered, wiping the blood from his lip. “I’m going to make you pay for that, you little bitch.”
“Come get it,” you hissed.
He swung at you, and you countered. He swung again quickly, and each strike he made, you parried. He was stronger and the better swordsman, but you were more agile and your need to beat him was greater. You started to back him out into the hall, adrenaline spurring you on even as your arm began to tire.
You reached the stairwell, and Jacques cried out and spun, a spray of blood splattering your face even before you were even sure what had happened. Jaques tripped and stumbled down the stairs and as he dropped from your line of sight, you saw Clint with his bow drawn and everything clicked into place. Clint had shot him.
You jumped down the stairs after the swordsman and knocked him from his feet. He landed on his back, and the arrow that had punctured his shoulder, pushed through it more, making him cry out. You kicked his sword away and held your blade to his throat. “Goodbye, Jacques,” you said, looking down into his eyes - revenge the only thing driving you.
“Sugar!” Clint yelled.
You turned and narrowed your eyes at him. “Why shouldn’t I?”
Clint approached you slowly like you were a wild animal ready to lash out. “Because… you are better than him.” He put his hand on your arm and looked you in the eye. You could hear fighting in the rest of the building and you were vaguely aware that Steve was standing at the bottom of the stairs with his shield at the ready. “Don’t let him pull you down to his level. Not again.”
You looked back down at Jacques. He was breathing heavily, but smirking at you - daring you to do something. You took a deep breath, weighing your options. For a moment it felt like both things were happening at the same time. You were killing him and you weren’t. He was dead and he was alive. Schroedinger’s cat in real-time. You swung your sword away and Clint pulled you into his arms. Steve moved quickly, pinning Jacques to the ground, putting him in handcuffs.
“You and me, sugar,” Clint whispered.
You nodded and sagged against him as the adrenaline left your system. You knew he was right. You’d separated before because you’d both chosen different paths. Now, you were choosing the same one, and you wouldn’t let anything come between you again.
// NEXT
#clint barton#clint barton x reader#hawkeye#hawkeye fanfic#fanfic#fanfiction#reader insert#it's you and me
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𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐡𝐜 𝐁𝐨𝐤𝐮𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐎𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚
𝐁𝐨𝐤𝐮𝐭𝐨:
You weren't looking at where you were going so Yehey!! You hit your head on a
✨ Lamp post ✨
Lmaoo this mans screeched your name and immediately checked the place of impact asking you if it hurts
Looking back you saw Bokuto charging towards you after you avoided his kiss, so what did you do? You playfully ran ahead. It was all fun and games until you heard Bokuto yell " BABE WATCH OUT " thinking it was a distraction you turn your head towards him and you... Stuck you tounge out, confused as to why Bokuto had a panicky expression that was until you looked ahead and saw something it was long and thin with a coating shiny as my uncle's bald head (to all the bald peeps.. You are awesome!!) What was it?! A.....
✨ Lamp post ✨
As you face fighted the lamp post, Bokuto was already by your side helping your staggering form.
" y/n, babe! You alright?" Bokuto looks at you very much concerned.
" y-yeah I'm alright.." releasing a relieved sigh, you closed your eyes
You felt warm calloused hands on your face, softly caressing the newly formed bruised.
" babe... You're hurt..." His hair deflates at the sight of the bruise. His body with the sunset glow and so close to your face while he gently caresses your bruise.. yeah you win at life tbh✨
" kou it's alright! " You tried to cheer up the deflated Bokuto.
Bokuto lets out a Hmph and picks you up bride(or was it princess??) carry style.
" Let's go to your house and treat it! " You still shocked from being lift up like that, looked up to see a smiling Bokuto ready to apply medicine to the bruise when you get home!
𝐎𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚:
OooOh to have Oikawa Tooru care for you
Y'all were on a date and well one thing lead to another and you were running around the playground.
You hadn't notice a rusty pipe that stuck up the ground and tripped on it resulting a scrapped up knee
He would immediately be by your side helping you stand up
He would lead you to a bench and there will he clean your knees
The cherry blossoms sway, it was peaceful. If you and Oikawa weren't screaming like children..
" Y/n love, come back here and let me love you!!! " Almost just almost did Tooru Oikawa catch your waist. Letting out a giggle/snort, you looked back at him smiling. He was also smiling when his expression suddenly morphed into panick and you were confused
" Never!! " And you tripped on a rusty pipe✨
Accepting your faith you brace yourself for impact and oof did it hurt face planting unto dry and hard ground. his strides grow faster until he reaced you still face fighting the ground.
" y/n love? " Crouching next to your figure he pokes your sides.
" love are you alright ? " He brushes your hair back and you finally looked at him, a deadpan expression on your face.
" yup totally alright. Totally didn't trip and hurt my knee " You stood up and oof was your knee kind of nasty, blood dripped down your knee it was mixed with dirt.
Tooru winced on your behalf
" come one lets go on the bench, love" pointing at a beautifully carved stone bench.
Nodding and you were of the ground so you wrap your legs around Tooru's waist.
Walking towards the bench he lets you down on the bench gently.
" it was a good thing I brought a first aid kit in my bag " Tooru says as he pulls out a whole first aid kit from his bag and sets it down on the bench.
" this is gonna hurt a bit, y/n chan." He takes out alcohol and a cotton swab. The chill and pain you felt was haha ouch..
" ok I'm almost done, love." Finally putting bandages on your knee he places gently kissis all over your knee, looking up to see your blushing face was something Tooru loved.
He looks at you like you were the only person on Earth right at that moment, eyes so full of love. He rises up from his kneeling postion and cups your face planting a soft kiss on your lips it was quick but sweet.
" I love you y/n chan "
" I love you too Tooru "
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𝐊𝐚𝐣𝐝𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐳𝐣 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 3 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐧𝐨✨
#Hiakyuu x reader#oikawa tooru#tooru oikawa#haikyuu!!!#hq koutarou#Oikawa tooru x reader#bokuto x reader#Oikawa x reader#oikawa x reader#bokuto x you#Bokuto Koutarou x reader#hahaha you can see the favouritism 🙃✨#kkshdkh i love them equally#😊
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Salvation ch.13
Peter Parker x Fem!reader
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Happy smiled at the teens in front of him,
“Alright, now we just got to find out where your friends are.”
Y/N rolled her eyes
“I know how, give me your phone.” Happy handed his phone over
“What’s your password?” Y/N asked
“Password.”
“Exactly, what’s your pass-“
“No..I’m.. my password is password.” Y/N stared blankly at her uncle
“Happy, you’re the head of security and your password is password?” Peter said with an amusing tone in his voice
“Yeah, I don't feel good about it either.” Happy said hastily, Y/N snickered
“If dad was here, he would roll his eyes and sigh in disappointment.” Happy laughed
Y/N pulled up Flash’s Instagram
“Oh thank god, Flash never disappoints”
Ello, governor! Cup of tea for you? I'mma be in London soon. Flash’s voice came through the phone.
“They're in London.” Peter confirmed
“London? Okay.” Happy clapped his hands together, making his way to the front of the jet. Peter stood looking around
“You alright?” Y/N asked
“Yeah. I need a suit.” Peter looked over at Happy
Happy turns, with a bit of a grin on his face.
“Suit?” Happy turns again and walks forward, pressing buttons on the ceiling. One of Tony’s secret compartments opens behind Peter. The two turn and make eye contact, Peter smiling, then he turns back toward the compartment and moves toward it. Another small compartment opens as Peter stares at it. A small metal pad descends from a part of the ceiling, and Peter puts his hand on it. Blue lights appear, and he steps back. Y/N stares at Peter.
“Okay, um... bring up everything you have on Spider-Man.”
Y/N smiles. He reminds her of him
“What should I do?” She asks, turning to look at Happy.
“You’re gonna be with me this time.” Happy told Y/N
“But..”
“We gotta help your friends get to safety.”
Peter scrolls through the holograms that pop up as Happy and Y/N watch.
“Yeah, open that. Okay. No, no, no…”
Peter turns around with a holographic web shooter and notices Happy and Y/N watching him
“What?” Peter asked, smiling
Y/N shakes her head
“Nothing. You take care of the suit, I'll take care of the music.” Happy smiled and made his way back to the front of the jet
Happy presses a few more buttons and her dad’s favorite song ‘Back in Black’ plays through the speakers.
“Oh, I love Led Zeppelin!” Peter said confidentiality, while flipping his wrench in the air
Y/N’s eyes widened and she muffled her laugh
“Umm.. Peter?” Peter turned to her with doe eyes
“Yeah?” She smiled and shook her head
“Never mind.”
The plane takes off from the field and Peter expands a hologram of the Spider-Man suit
“Okay, can you pull up my web-shooters?”
A hologram of the web-shooter appears, and Peter pulls out a small part.
“Isolate the taser webs and reconfigure and boost the voltage to a factor of... 25 percent, and give me complete manual control over detonation.”
Y/N sat next to Happy,
“You know..” Happy looked over at the young teen
“Yeah?”
“You don’t have to blame yourself.”
“What?” Y/N asked
“For your dad, you don’t have to blame yourself. Tony made his choice. There was nothing you could do.”
“I could’ve done it. I should have..”
“He wouldn’t have let you, when you disappeared, he was devastated, wouldn’t eat, sleep, he was just a living corpse, he worked day in and day out to figure out how to get you back. I don’t think he could go through with losing you again.” Y/Ns eyes filled with tears
“He really did try to love and raise the best he could.”
“I know.” Y/N met Happy’s eyes
“I feel like Peter feels the same way, he blames himself too.”
“I know.”
“Uncle Happy..”
“Yeah?”
“It’ll get better right?”
“Eventually.” Happy gave a small reassuring smile. Y/N nodded and changed the subject
“You know..”
“What?” Happy asked
“Eventually, you’re going to have to talk to Peter about you and May right?” Happy choked
“Can’t keep hiding Uncle Happy.” Y/N laughed
“I’m glad you found someone though.” Y/N looked down at her hands twiddling with her thumbs. Happy's hand covered hers
“I’m glad you have someone as well, your dad would be happy and a bit dramatic to see you, his first baby, dating.” Y/N laughed
“Yeah, I could see it now. Hands off my daughter, OK new rules, no touching, no kissing, you know what just stay about 20 no 50 feet apart.” Y/N said mimicking her dad, Happy laughed.
“He also definitely wouldn’t allow sleepovers anymore, not only that he would probably send Morgan with us on every date as a spy. He’d bribe her with cheeseburgers and ice cream.”
“Yeah, he would.” Peter looked over at the two
“We should call Fury and give me a head ups” Peter said
“Right, a coded message.” Happy begins to call Fury.
“What?” Nick answers annoyed
“Uh... Happy here. Happy Hogan here.”
“I know. What do you want?”
“Over at Mr. Stark’s, going through his belongings. Apparently, there was a surfboard that you left behind.”
“What?”
“People over there said they didn’t think Nick Fury was a surfer, but I said: “Appearances can be deceiving.”
“It’s not mine. And don’t ever call this number again.” Fury hangs up
“Is he ever happy?”
“Nope.” Y/N shrugs and pulls up Flash’s live again.
“They look like they’re having fun. After this we definitely need an actual vacation.” Y/N mumbled as Happy made his way towards Peter
“Okay. Fury’s got the coded message. Your friends are at the Tower Bridge.”
“Okay.”
“Your boy called it the London Bridge, but I figured it out. We’re going to scoop them up, okay?”
“Yeah.” Peter nodded
“We’re close.” Happy said
“We’re close.” Peter and Y/N confirmed
“How’s the suit comin’?” Y/N asked
“Almost done.”
“Good.” Y/N turned her attention back to the phone
“Wait, wait, whoa, whoa. Before you go…” Peter whispered to Happy
Peter looked over at Y/N to make sure she wasn’t paying attention to them and pulled out her necklace
“If something happens to me, could you please give this to her?” Peter hands the necklace to Happy but Happy refuses it
“You’re gonna make it back. You’ll give it to her yourself. ‘Kay? You got this.”
“I got this.” Peter nodded, putting the necklace back in his suit, Y/N stood and made her way towards them.
“Now walk us through it.”
Peter takes a deep breath “Ok, we know it’s illusion tech, right?”
“Mhm.” Y/N and Happy nod
“All I have to do is get on the inside of the illusion, then I can take it down, find him, and he’s just a guy, so I can take E.D.I.T.H. right back.”
“Right, but last time, we got hit by a train. And we sort of had a mental breakdown” Y/N said
“True, but this time… how do I explain this? Uh… I have like a sixth sense.”
Happy snapped his finger “The Peter-tingle. That’s what you’re talking about, right?”
Y/N choked back a laugh
“I thought it was called spidey sense, but Peter- tingle is cute”
Peter looked visibly annoyed by the mention of it . It’s clear that Aunt May told Happy about the Peter-tingle.
“May…” Peter whispered annoyed
“It’s not working, though. I heard it wasn’t working right now. Is it?” Happy asked
“It is working. Well, I don’t… I don’t know if it’s working…”
“Good, so you got the Peter-tingle. That’s the plan. I’m gonna go get your friends. You get that Peter-tingle back online.”
Happy runs back to the front of the ship
“You have to believe in yourself, if you want your Peter-tingle to work.” Peter groaned as Y/N smiled.
“I got this. I got this.” Peter mumbled, Y/N grabbed Peter’s face, her hands on his warm cheeks, she smiled reassuringly
“You got this, spider boy.” Y/N placed a kiss on his cheek. Peter nodded and blushed, Happy watched the whole thing happen, he wanted nothing more than to embarrass them and say he caught them in the act but he just shook his head and smiled. Peter headed towards the jet door
“Hey Peter,”
“Yeah?”
“Make sure you come back to me.” Peter smiled
“I promise.” Y/N nodded, walking back to the front of the jet.
“All right, comms check. Can you hear me, kid?”
Peter was on the outside plane
“Can you hear me? Y/N asked as well
“Yeah, I can. It’s just a little loud out here.”
“I like the new suit.”
“He look-“
“I don’t need to hear this.” Happy cut her off, Y/N rolled her eyes
“Thanks.” Peter chuckled
Y/N and Happy noticed the Elemental from a distance
“ Whoa, Peter, you sure that’s not real?”
Large storm clouds start to surround the Tower Bridge.
“Yeah, it’s just a hundred times bigger than I expected.”
“He really went all out using E.D.I.T.H. Didn’t he?
“Still the play?”
“Uh-huh. We need to get high enough so Beck doesn’t see me coming.”
“Copy. Stay sticky.”
The Jet rises right next to the Elemental.
“Hey, Happy.”
“Yeah, kid. What is it?”
“We need to have a serious conversation about you and my aunt!”
Before Peter could finish his sentence he lets go of the plane, falling toward the Elemental from above.Peter is flipping through air and falling from the sky. He opens his parachute and dives toward the Elemental
Happy looked outside the window and back at Y/N who was currently laughing her ass off.
“Told you.”
“I really gotta work on keeping things private.”
“Again as head of security, you would think you would be better at keeping things private.” Happy rolled his eyes. F.R.I.D.A.Y scanned the crowd for Y/N friends and classmates through the thousands of people running for their lives.
“Should I tell her?”
“Nope, trust me I’m pretty sure he’s already told her at some point in the trip.”
Flashes voice echoes through the jet, Y/N looks out the window to see half of the elemental slowly fade. Drones appear in its place.
“The monster was full of drones. It's crazy!” Flash yelled
“Found them.” F.R.I.D.A.Ys voice came through the com
“There you are.” Happy said, pulling up next to the river, the jet jolted, Y/N almost fell, clutching on the seats to catch herself
“Easy!” Her voice irritated
The Quinjet slowly lands to the ground. Happy looked back her
“Sorry, still a little rusty.” Y/N shook her head
“Let’s go.” Y/N and Happy run out of the jet, drones flying above them, Y/N looked over to the bridge, Beck stood there smirking, he waved at her and Y/N scoffed and flipped him off.
“Ned!” Happy and Y/N yelled with glee and in a slightly panicked voice
“Y/N! Happy!” Ned looked over at them with relief
“I got to get you guys out of here! Get on the jet!” Happy pointed back to the jet
“Who are you?” MJ asked
“MJ, now is not the time for questions and introductions. I’m with him, trust me he’s a friend” Y/N said
“I work with Spider-Man, okay? You got to get on that jet.” Happy introduced himself quickly
“You work for Spider-Man?” Flash asked excited
“Oh my god.” Y/N looked over at him frustrated.
“I work with Spider-Man, not for Spider-Man!” Happy yelled back annoyed at the comment
“NOW IS NOT THE TIME, WE GOTTA GO, BEFORE BECK KILLS US ALL.” Y/N yelled, everyone nodded, turning to run towards the Jet when the Jet exploded after getting hit from drone's missiles.
“Oh shit!” Y/N yelled
“Language!” Y/N looked over at Happy
“Yes, Uncle Steve.” Happy rolled his eyes
“FRIDAY? We need to find a new place to take them to.”
“New plan. Into the tower!” Happy turned around and headed towards the tower, Y/N looked over at them
“Wai-“ Y/N
“Miss? I suggest you follow them, it’s the safest place for your friends right now.”
Y/N sighed, running to catch up to them
Peter in the middle of all the chaos, sees the jet explode. The eyes on his suit widen
“Y/N! Y/N! Are you okay?” Panic and fear filled his voice when she’s didn’t respond right away
“I’m okay, we’re all okay ” he sighed in relief when he heard her come through the com
“Yeah. I’m okay too. We're okay.” Happy responded in a teasing manner.
“Happy, thank god you’re okay too.” Y/N laughed
“Just go get Beck.” Y/N said
“Yes ma’am” Peter smiled under his mask.
Y/N, Ned, Betty, MJ, Flash and Happy kept running towards the towers
“You have a tail.” FRIDAYs voice came through the com, Y/N looked back and saw two drones following closely behind them.
“Shit.” Y/N turned back and ran faster towards the towers
“Into the Crown Jewels vault.” Happy yelled, Y/N turned back, two Queen’s Guards firing at the incoming drones.
“Yeah, go, go, go!”
“Come on.” Y/N Yelled
The guards managed to destroy one, but the other slips by and follows the group into the vault.
“Go!” Ned yelled
“Into the vault. The walls are 8 feet thick. Go into the vault.” FRIDAYs voice came through the comm
“What now?” MJ asked
“Into the vault. Go!” Y/N yelled
The drone begins firing and breaks through glass walls. Everyone starts screaming, the glass shatters onto the ground. Everyone ducks and continues running toward the vault. The drone fires and shatters some of the glass cases.
“Take cover!” Happy yelled
Everyone scattered
Ned, Betty and Y/N take cover on one side of the room next to a window. MJ, Flash, and Happy take cover on the opposite side of the room. The drone enters the room and scans the area, slowly the drone moves forward. The drone continues to look around for the kids. Y/N looked over at MJ, MJ met her gaze and slowly looked over to a weapon with spikes on it. Y/N gives her the “are you insane” look.
“Okay.” MJ whispered to herself
Happy gestures to stay quiet. MJ reaches for the morning star.
“Yeah?” MJ whispered to Y/N
“No. No.” Happy mouthed
MJ ignores their protests and lifts the morning star from the armor. Underestimating the weight of it once she grabs it, her arms drop and the weapon almost hits the ground. Happy and Flash are both wince, anticipating the large noise that would’ve been produced had the weapon slammed into the ground. Flash covers his mouth and he gasps in shock.
The drone’s gating gun cycles around and advances. Flash has his phone out as he tries to capture the drone on camera. Happy gets him to stop.
“Get that thing out.” Happy whispered irritation in his voice
Betty and Ned push over armor with a halberd. The drone begins firing at the armor on the ground. MJ takes this opportunity while the drone is preoccupied and bashes it the morning star
“Go!” MJ yelled
Everyone ran towards the vault. Happy grabs a metal shield. Y/N looks at Happy.
“THIS IS NOT THE TIME TO TRY AND PRETEND TO BE UNCLE STEVE!”
“I’M TRYING TO HELP.”
The drone is disoriented and begins firing upward in a circle. The group gets inside the vault. One door closes and Happy throws the shield while closing the other, but it misses.
“How does Cap do that?” Happy asked to himself. Everyone was panting, trying to catch their breathe.
“Why exactly don’t you have your suit?” MJ asked
“This was a simple search and rescue, I didn’t think about the fact Beck was going to blow up the jet and try to kill us, makes more sense since he knew that we knew what he was doing.” Everyone jumped once the drone starts firing at the vault doors, Beck frowns from this setback. He activates a laser beam and decides to begin cutting open the thick vault door.
“Beck is controlling the drones, if he doesn’t stop him in time we might die.”
“Way to be optimistic, MJ.” Panic filled Becky’s voice
“I’m just stating the facts.”
“MJ really now is not the time.”
“Can’t FRIDAY help?” Happy asked
“It’s not like she can hack into EDITH, Happy,”
“Wait, can you?”
“Y/N, Happy, say something, to let me know you’re alive!” Peter asked, stress in his voice
“I’m here. I’m here.”
“Oh Happy, thank God.”
“I bought us some time.”
The drone continues to use it’s laser to cut through the doors
“But not much.”
“I’m trying to get to Beck....but I can’t shake these drones!”
“Are we gonna die?” fear and panic filled Ned’s voice
“Nobody dies on my watch.” Happy said sternly, Y/N look at him
Beck sends new drones to send sonic waves toward the door in order to weaken the structure. Dust and debris fall from the ceiling. Everyone became even more worried
“I wasted my life playing video games, and we’re gonna die.” Ned said with a snarky tone
“I have a fake ID, and I’ve never even used it.” Betty confessed out of nowhere, everyone turned and looked at her
“I post stupid videos daily for people to like me.” Flash confessed
“Hey, if it wasn't for those stupid videos, Spider-Man would have never found you.” Happy said, looking at Flash
“Spider-Man…? Spider-Man follows me? I saved us, guys!”
“If you saved us, then why are we about to die?!”
“MJ!” Betty yelled
“Stop it!” Happy stared at the scared teens. Y/N stood there, processing everyone’s confessions, trying not to laugh
“I’m sorry, okay? It’s just, I’m obsessed with telling the truth even if it hurts other people’s feelings.” She said semi unapologetic.
“Well, this is going well.” Y/N sighed
“I’m in love with Spider-Man’s aunt.” Happy admitted embarrassingly. Y/N’s eyes widened, covering her mouth trying to cover her laugh
Everyone else looks at him puzzled.
“We’re sharing, right?” Everyone nodded, then looked over at Y/N
“How are you not terrified or confessing anything?”
“I’ve been through worse and have almost died multiple times, my dad is Iron Man and I grew up with the avengers. This is nothing, but if you want me confess something..” Y/N can feel everyone’s eyes on her
“I’m the one who let Loki out of the cage.”
“Wait.. What?” Happy asked
“I let Loki out of his cage, back in 2012.”
“You were 11? Why?”
2012
Loki recognized the sound of her feet walking towards him, her pace always seemed to quicken and yet become lighter at the same time when she went to see him. He smiled at her as soon as she appeared, she returned the same smile. They weren’t joking when they said her smile radiated sunshine. She quietly sat in front of the cage.
“Isn’t your father going to be angry with you when he finds out, little one?”
“He hasn’t caught onto me yet, you know he isn’t the only one who can hack into shield’s security system.” Loki tilted his head, eyebrow raised
“It’s not like it’s hard.” Y/N whispered to herself and smiled at Loki
“You didn’t bring the little creature with you today.”
“He’s getting a bath.” Loki nodded
“What are you going to show me today?”
“Am I just a storyteller to you?”
“I was thinking more like friends?” Y/N shrugged
“Friends?” Y/N nodded
“I don’t have any. Dad doesn’t let me out of the house because he doesn’t really want people to know I exist.”
“Why is that?”
“What? Why doesn’t he want anyone to know about me?” Y/N sighed
“I don’t know, maybe he doesn’t want anyone to know about him having a kid with someone no one knows about? Maybe I’m an embarrassment.”
Loki sighed and sat in front of the young girl
“Are you ready little one?” Y/N nodded, Loki hid a smile as he began to tell another tale. Loki could see her eyes become heavy.
“You should head to bed, little one” Y/N nodded
“I’ll see you tomorrow, your majesty.” Loki smirked
“Off you go.” Y/N stood and made her way back to her father. She fell asleep in the little cot he had in the corner for her. 4 hours later she jumped at the sound of banging and yelling. Y/N looked around confused and groggy
“Lower it, she’s asleep.”
“We have to hear his plan.” Y/N laid back down, her eyes adjusting to look at the screen everyone was watching. She noticed someone was missing.. Nat. She stared at the screen, Natasha had her back turned to Loki, she could see a smirk forming on her face. She saw Loki’s face fall and Natasha walking away. Loki turned around and shook his head. Y/N slowly rose from her cot and walked towards the group, everyone fell silent.
“Where is he?”
“Who?” Steve asked
“He’s drying.” Y/N looked at her father and nodded. Y/N walked towards the doors of the lab
“Where are you going?”
“Restroom.”
“I’ll go with you.” Maria said
“No, thank you.” Y/N smiled and walked out of the lab. It had been 4 days since she had seen Loki, she had been watching over him through the security cameras. Loki on the other hand had actually missed the child, she was the only one who made him feel himself again, not a tortured soul. Y/Ns eyes widened when she saw the little stitch being formed of his magic, she smiled and ran towards his cage. She didn’t realize that she forgot to change the camera’s screen. Loki smiled, once again recognizing her footsteps running towards him.
“Stitch.” Loki nodded, Y/N looked over at the control panel, she walked towards it, looking at the buttons, she sat there debating. He never asked her to open the door, he sighed when he heard the air pressure from the door opening release. Y/N walked towards Loki and curtsied
“Your majesty.”
“Little one.” Loki replied, Y/N looked down, he had given her an emerald and gold dress, a tiara with the same color scheme, emeralds and gold, placed on the top of her head. She smiled, then the sirens went off. She jumped, Loki reached his hand out, she placed hers in his.
“Let her go Loki!” Thor’s voice boomed through the ship's prison, Y/N turned to see everyone staring, her father’s eyes, she had never seen that look or expression. Puzzled, upset, anger and fear. Y/N cocked her head, confused.
“Loki’s nice.” She said, turning back to look at him
“Y/N Stark.” She flinched, turning back to look at her father
“Come here.” Y/N felt her hand slip out of Loki’s, turning back to him. He smiled at her,
“Off you go, little one.”
“But..”
“Y/N!” She flinched again, she turned and walked towards her father. She looked back once more, her eyes felt heavy, what? She wasn’t tired, he was making her sleep, the last thing she remembered was him smiling at her before passing out in her fathers arms.
“He was my friend…” Y/N looked down, everyone stared at her not saying a single word.
A portion of the vault door falls out. Ned, Betty, MJ, Y/N and Flash duck in an attempt to shield themselves from the drone. Happy picks up another shield and gets ready to protect them.
Peter breaks through the glass under the upper walkway of the towers and sticks the ceiling of the hallway, grabbing hold of Beck by Beck's motion-capture suit and punching a hole through his glass helmet. The group sighs in relief when the drones fall to the floor. Peter holds Beck by his suit
“Your lies are over, Beck.’
“This certainly isn't ideal, but... I have contingencies. E.D.I.T.H.?” Beck says unbothered
A drone shoots Peter to the other end of the corridor. Peter lets go of Beck and Beck lands on his feet
“Just give me the glasses.” Peter groans out as he stands
Beck pulls out the glasses from his suit
“You want these? Come and get them.”
The drones activated their cloaking mechanism and the projection system. The corridor turns dark and green mist flows over the floor
Peter took a deep breath “Come on, Peter-tingle.”
He closes his eyes and takes another deep breath. He jumps all across the corridor, destroying drone after drone and coming closer and closer to Beck. Beck stares at Peter, panicking he presses the buttons on his suit.
“Why aren't these drones firing?”
“You're in the strike zone. The chance of getting hit…” E.D.I.T.H replied
“No, FIRE... ALL THE DRONES... NOW!” Beck yells
The drones behind him fly forward and activate their weapons. Peter knocks his way through them. During the fight, one of the drones is spun around and Beck is hit in the chest by a rogue bullet. After all the drones are destroyed, Peter steps towards him, taking off his mask
“Beck! Beck... You lied to me. I trusted you.” His voice coarse
“I know. That's the most... disappointing part. You're a good person, Peter. Such a weakness…”
Beck takes the glasses and hands them to Peter.
“Stark was right. You do deserve that.”
Peter senses something and grabs something to his right. The gun shot rang loud in his ears. He turns his head as the Beck he'd been talking to vanishes. The real Beck drops his gun, lightly spasming
“You can't trick me anymore.” Peter said bitterly
Peter grabs the glasses off of Beck’s head as he falls to the ground
“E.D.I.T.H., turn off the drones.”
“Bio-metric scan complete. Welcome back, Peter. Shall I execute all cancellation protocols?”
“Do it. Execute them all.” Peter says, looking around
“Confirmed.”
“Give me the spear.” Happy grabs the spear from Betty
“That's a halberd.” Ned says
“Thank you.” Peter thanks E.D.I.T.H
His face hardens as he turns to Beck, dying on the ground
“How could you do all of this?”
“You'll see, Peter. People need to believe... And nowadays... they'll believe anything.” Beck smiles, he stops moving.
“Is he... Is this real?” Peter asked unsure
“All illusions are down, Peter.”
Peter takes off his glasses and stares at Beck's body.
The group cautiously opens the vault’s doors, holding their breath, looking around she could hear everyone start to breath again.
“Whoo! Yeah!” Flash cheered
Everyone hugged each other and Y/N ran towards the doors
“Hey, where’re you going?” MJ asked
“She’s going to check on him.” Happy said, looking over at MJ. MJ smiled and nodded.
Y/N heard the sound of heart pounding and her breathing labored in her ears, she didn’t even hear the sirens around her. Y/N comes to a stop and walks on the Bridge. She sees Peter and begins running to him. Peter is limping and grunting in pain, looking up he sees her and opens his arms. Y/N jumps into his arms, Peter almost falls over, he tries to hide his groans of pain, but one slips out of his mouth. Y/N jumps off
“Sorry.” Y/N looks down at her feet
“Hey.” Peter, placed his fingers under her chin.
“Are you okay?” Y/N asked
“I’m okay. Are you okay?”
“Yeah. Yeah. Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Yeah. Is everybody else okay?”
“Yeah, everyone’s okay.”
“I’m glad..” Peter smiled
“Did you get him?”
“Yeah…” Peter nods
“Umm, so Happy gave me this, while we were in the vault..”
Y/N pulls out her necklace, a little leg missing from the turtle
“No. No. Oh, Y/N, I’m so sorry. I had this plan, this stupid plan.” Peter groaned
“Peter…”
“And I wrote it all down, I was gonna buy you this and give it to you in Paris at the top-”
Y/N pecks his lips, mid sentence. Peter smiled
“And you kissed me. What? What?”
“Peter, I have something to confess.” Peter looked curious
“I.. kinda already knew about your plan..”
“What? How?”
“May doesn’t really know how to keep secrets.” Y/N laughed, Peter groaned
“May..”
“Well more like Morgan can’t keep secrets.”
“What?”
“Seems that May told Morgan and Morgan told me. The only way to bribe her to keep quiet is ice cream.” Peter laughed.
“I’m sorry it’s broken.” Y/N shook her head
“It’s alright, I’ll love it either way.”
Peter leaned in, he nearly missed, his lips a tad too far left and his nose bumping against hers, they giggled. Her lips brushed his, their heart beat faster and faster. Y/N pulled away, staring at his face, his eyes closed, cheeks and ears red, chest heaving. She watched him slowly open his eyes. He smiled back at her.
“Let’s go, spidey.” Y/N held out her hand, Peter took her hand in his, intertwining their fingers. Y/N smiled when she met with Happy, Ned and MJ.
“You’re alright?”
“Yeah, I’m alright you guys.”
“We gotta get him out of here before people find out who he is.”
“I already called Fury and he’s sending us a jet.” Y/N nodded
“We should get you out of your suit..but the jet with your clothes is gone..”
“Oh, here Peter.” Ned shrugged off his plaid over shirt
“Thanks Ned.” Peter took the shirt from his grasp
“Pants Peter? I mean unless you plan on walking around in your underwear.”
“If he even wears any under there..” MJ whispered
“MJ!” Peter blushed, Y/N choked back a laugh
“I mean she’s not wrong, the suit is skin tight..” Peter blushed even harder when Y/N chimed in, Peter quickly put on Ned’s shirt and buttoned it up. Y/N’s hands found the top of her sweatpants and slowly started to shimmy her way out of them, everyone’s eyes widened, arms flying and words of protest came from everyone.
“Don’t worry, I have leggings underneath.” Y/N shook their hands off and gave Peter the sweatpants
“I don’t know if they’ll fit though..” Peter smiled and put the sweatpants on
“Thanks, Y/N” Happy looked behind the teens and pointed
“There’s our ride.” Y/N and Peter turned, the jet landing softly on the grassy area, they turned back to Ned and MJ
“We’ll see you later?” MJ and Ned pulled them in for a group hug, smiling they pulled away and went back to where the rest of the class was
“Happy, is it possible for us to land around the same time as them?”
“I’m pretty sure we can arrange it.” The group walked into the jet and breathed a sigh of relief, Peter rested his head on her shoulder and she rested hers on his head, their eyelids slowly became heavy and they soon greeted by darkness. Peter felt himself being shaken awake, he tried not to move when he noticed Y/N’s arms around his waist and head on his chest. He looked over to Happy.
“We’re almost home, I thought I should wake you guys up.” Happy reached over to wake her up but Peter stopped him
“I’ll wake her, thanks Happy.” Happy nodded and went back to reading his book. Peter looked down at her, taking in every inch of her face, the sun hitting her face making her skin glow, she scrunched her nose, nuzzling in deeper into his chest. Peter moved the small strand of hair that was hitting her face, her eyes fluttered open. He froze when her Y/E/C eyes met with his brown ones, she smiled small.
“Hi.”
“Hi.” She sat up halfway
“Happy said we’re about to land.”
“Mmmm..” She hummed, turning her body to see the city coming into view. She felt his fingers intertwine with hers, resting her head on his shoulder, sighing.
“We’re here.” Peter looked out the window
“Huh, he landed so gently, I didn’t feel it unlike someone.”
“Hey, but did you die?”
“I mean maybe who knows.”
Happy scoffed and smiled, her and Happy walked out while Peter stayed behind to change out of his suit comfortably. Happy placed his arm around her shoulder and pointed at the car pulling in, before she realized what was going on she felt the wind get knocked out of her; arms wrapped around her legs, light brown hair put into a ponytail, Morgan. She smiled, reaching down to carry her younger sister, Morgan’s eyes sparkled with happiness.
“DID YOU AND PETER KISS!?” She yelled just as Peter walked out the Jet
“Morgan.” She jumped a bit hearing Pepper’s stern voice, she smiled sheepishly. Y/N could hear Peter laughing in the background, she turned to face him
“It’s not funny.” She playfully glared, Peter returned the playful glare and ruffled Morgan’s hair, they smiled at each other.
“So..Did you?” Morgan asked with excitement in her voice, Peter hummed, turning his head slightly, his lips brushed against hers, she saw his eyes flicker to her lips and back to meet hers. Peter smirked. Wait? Smirked? Oh, he’s getting bold all of a sudden. Y/N felt the blood rush to her cheeks and her eyes widened when she felt his lips pressed onto hers.
“Oops.” Morgan said, her hand on the back of Peter’s head, they could hear Happy and Pepper trying to hold back their laughter.
“Well, if you didn’t you did now.” Morgan smiled and shimmied her way out of her sister's arms, running back to Pepper. The two teens smiled and shook their heads, fingers intertwined. Pepper gave them each a hug.
“Let’s go home.”
“Oh, my aunt May is actually here to pick me up..” Pepper smiled and nodded, Morgan ran up and grabbed Y/N’s other hand
“Let’s go home Y/N, Mommy said she’ll buy us food.” Y/N laughed, looking over at Peter
“I’ll see you later?” Y/N nodded
“See you later, Peter.” Morgan dragged her to the car, Peter stood there and watched as they got in and drove off, waving out the window, he waved back. Peter walked through the airport, he heard May’s slightly panicked voice
“They are coming out right now..oh there he is. Don’t give me a ticket.” Peter smiled and sighed when May pulled him into a tight hug
“So glad you’re okay.”
“No. For real, I'm good. I'm actually really... fine.”
“Let’s go. Where are your bags? Oh, right. they got blown up.”
“Yeah.”
Peter and May start walking toward their car. May handed a brown paper bag to Peter
“I got you some hot buttered bagels.”
“Thank you so much.”
“I know my boy.” May ruffled Peter’s hair and they drove off.
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