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motherlvr · 11 months

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love me better, listen more.

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Pairing: Earth-42! Miles Morales x f! reader

Summary: After Miles' father died, everything changed. Including your relationship with Miles.

Warnings: angst w/ happy ending, cursing, friends to strangers to lovers, angry makeout session, Flash Thompson exists here

A/N: honestly my fav fic i've made so far, im literally running out of photos for him. im gunna have to start using photos of his jordans

As you walked home, an arm wrapped around your shoulders from behind, "¿Cómo está mi ángel hoy?" Miles’ voice flowed through your ears.

He called you his, but you weren't lovers.

You were slightly startled but immediately recognized him. Letting out a soft chuckle, you said, “Your ángel, huh? That’s a new one.” smiling up at him.

"It suits you." Miles gave you a wink.

Usually, he called you 'ma'. So his switch-up today made you narrow your eyes at him skeptically. "What's with the good mood today? No 'ma'?" You tilted your head at him.

Shrugging it off, he said, "What, I can't be happy to see my girl?" He had a point, except for the fact that you weren't his girl.

You laughed and shook your head at him, "By all means, go ahead." As he accompanied you on your way home, you realized he made your walk home much more pleasant. Arriving at your house, you told him "This is me. Thanks for walking me today." You gave him a light peck on his cheek.

"Course. Make sure to wear that outfit I like tomorrow, mami." He teased with a grin, only half serious.

Rolling your eyes at him, you smiled, "You're insufferable. Adiós, Miles!" You waved as you walked up to your doorstep.

"Chao, princesa." Walking away, his mood felt lighter. He walked home with a little more liveliness than usual.

For reasons unknown, Miles walking you home was becoming a reoccurring event. Within the next few weeks, he walked you home more often than not. You started to look forward to it as you searched for him after school.

As you both walked down the street of your neighborhood for what seemed to be the hundredth time, you approached your house. As you both stood in front of your house, you turned to him and said, "Thanks for walking me home, Miles." You placed a kiss on his cheek. It seemed to be turning into a daily routine now.

"Anytime, princesa. Hasta luego." He smirked at you and watched you walk into your house before leaving.

Little did you know, that would be the last time he walked you home in a while.

Later that evening, you kicked your feet up on your couch and turned on the television. The first channel that popped up was the news channel. Reading the headline, your heart dropped into your stomach. It read,

"Police Captain Jefferson Davis Found Dead At 44.”

"Holy shit." You gasped. In an instant, you dropped the remote and tried to contact Miles. You tried calling but were sent immediately to voicemail. So you opted to text him, "I'm so sorry, Miles. I'm always here if you need to talk."

You left him multiple messages that night to no avail. The following day at school, you tried to scout him out in the halls. But he was never there. You would call if you thought he would answer.

Miles and you always confided in each other. There was a mutual trust between the two of you. However, within less than twenty-four hours, Miles' demeanor completely changed.

Leaving him another message after school, you said, "Where have you been? I'm worried, Miles. But you know that already. Sorry for the messages."

No response yet again. He didn't even bother to read it.

Weeks passed by with little to no contact from Miles. He seemed to entirely disappear. Your concern only grew for him. You haven't even seen him in the hallways at school. There was no denying it, you were starting to miss him.

Although, today was a new day. And for the first time in what felt like a century, you saw him in the hall. He looked a fright. There were new frown lines on his face that weren't there before. He looked slimmer, even. His smug smirk that would always adorn his face around you was no longer present. Your eyes lit up at the sight of him nonetheless. Jogging up to him, you called out.

"Miles, wait." You softly said as you delicately grabbed his arm, not to startle him. He paused, looking back but not into your eyes. He shook your grip off, never making eye contact with you. "I just need some time, alright?" He told you. But what does 'some time' entail? What if he just didn't want anything to do with you in general?

He walked away and didn’t look back.

You felt your heart break into two as you watched him fade away from your view. It broke for both him and you. Seeing him like this pained you. But at the same time, your heart ached as he pushed you away in the process.

Yet, you granted him his wish. You stopped looking for him in the hall. You stopped trying to message him. You stopped leaving voicemails. Maybe if you gave him some time, things would smooth out. Grief is a long process, after all. You couldn't blame him for grieving.

Weeks turned into months without any contact from Miles. And it didn't seem like he was going to break that any time soon.

You fell back into your old routine, the one where you'd never met Miles. He was merely a stranger that you thought too often about. You walked home without him next to you. And into class alone as well. You no longer looked forward to walking with him at the end of the day. The walks home were infuriatingly quiet.

Every day you arrived at your doorstep but never felt at home. You had a home, and he was it.

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While you were getting books out of your locker, an arm slung around your shoulders. An almost familiar sensation. But it wasn't him. Far from him, actually.

Instead, it was no one other than Flash Thompson. His notorious blond hair and conceited attitude were tell-tale signs. You could almost smell the arrogance radiating off of him before you even acknowledged his presence.

"How are you, gorgeous?" He removed his arm from your shoulders to close your locker. Leaning his arm onto the locker above your head, he encased you on your locker with your back against it.

"I'm fine." You dryly responded, uninterested in his pursuits.

"That you are." He gave you a predatory smirk and winked at you. You mentally grimaced. "Anyway. You still with that Morales kid?"

Raising a brow at him, you respond, "We were never together.”

"Huh. He's always by your side, like an over-protective guard dog. So I assumed." Flash said. He wasn’t necessarily wrong. But that wasn't the case anymore. It hasn't been for some time.

This was one of the many times Flash had tried his advances on you. However, it never worked to his intentions since Miles was always there to tell him off. This time was different. Miles was nowhere in sight. At least, within your sight. Meaning Flash had an open opportunity with you. There was no Miles around to try and bite his head off.

"Yeah, well. Not anymore." You muttered. Suddenly feeling awkward, you directed your stare anywhere other than Flash's hungry gaze. An uncomfortable cold shiver ran down your spine.

Flash leaned in, his fingers pushing a strand of your hair away from your face. Whispering in your ear, he told you, "That's too bad. I could treat you better than him, though. He doesn't have to know, baby.”

You looked up at him and tried to hide the disgust that was forming on your face. But, hey. Maybe this was a blessing in disguise, you tried to convince yourself. This was a chance to get over Miles. His hold on you was ridiculous, considering you were never actually together. You weren’t going to wait for him to crawl back to you.

You put a hand on Flash’s chest in an attempt to push him away from you. But he misinterpreted it and encased his palm over your hand that was laying on his chest. “See? You’re warming up to me already. You don’t need him.” He cockily said.

Turning your head away from him, you said, “I don’t know, Flash. I’ll think about it.” pretending to consider it. He gave you a displeased look, "What's there to think about? We would be good together, babe." he tried to persuade you. It was evident that he wasn't going to give up anytime soon.

Speak of the devil and he shall appear. Miles turned around the corner and instantly spotted you. He’s been skipping almost every day. All of a sudden, he felt glad that he didn’t skip today as he saw you with Flash Thompson. Way too close for his comfort. And then he saw your hand on Flash’s chest. That was his breaking point.

Miles saw nothing but red as he walked over to the two of you. If looks could kill, Flash would've been dealt with by the first second he walked around the corner. He sneered, "Back the fuck off my girl, Thompson." shoving him in the chest away from you.

You couldn’t believe him. After all that time, now is when he decides to make an appearance. He was the one that cut you out of his life. Not you, but him. Huffing at him, you spoke up before Flash did. "I'm not your girl. You've made that clear." You rolled your eyes in irritation.

Flash gave Miles a smug smirk at your words, "You heard her. So go fuck yourself, Morales." He spat at Miles, getting up close and personal with him. As Flash glared at Miles, it was clear he was trying to intimidate him. It wasn't working.

You almost didn't comprehend what was happening as a fist collided with Flash's face, knocking him down momentarily. He groaned in pain, holding onto his nose as blood dripped from it.

“What the fuck?” You screeched at Miles’ outburst. Flash was still laying on the floor, stumbling to get up. Before it could escalate further, you pulled Miles by his arm and dragged him into an empty supply closet. Miles opened his mouth to speak, but you beat him to it.

"The fuck is wrong with you, Miles? You don't speak to me for months and now you suddenly want something to do with me?" You said in disbelief.

He said bluntly, "I don't want to see you with him again."

His hands traveled over the curve of your hips to your waist, pulling you closer to him. You tried to get out of his touch. Or, you would've. But his hands on you felt too natural. He felt right.

That didn’t mean you’d let him off easy. This was the first conversation you both held in months.

"Well for the past few months, you didn't want to be seen with me either." You quipped, aggravated. His sudden change of heart polarized your emotions. You were conflicted with yourself.

He shook his head, “I’m sorry, mami. There’s shit going on that I couldn’t involve you in. I can’t bring you down with me.” He uncharacteristically apologized.

His words made you become hyper-aware of his hands on your waist. The way he rubbed circles into your skin with his thumbs. How you almost folded under his touch, but maintained your unbothered facade. No matter how much time has passed, he still made your heart race.

You scoffed at him and continued, "I’m not going to wait around for you like some lovesick puppy. Do you want me or not, Miles?"

Without a moment of hesitation, he quickly said, “You have no fucking idea.” Inspecting his eyes, you tried to find deception within them. What you saw in return was the gaze of a man starved.

“Then earn me.” Glaring up at him, you harshly retorted as you furrowed your brows at him. But one more look into each other's eyes was all it took for the tension to snap in half.

He grabbed you by the waist swiftly and pulled you in, your lips finally connecting. You wrapped your arms around his neck. Your bodies pressed together against the wall of the closet, knocking over supplies. The pent-up frustrations inside of you came undone as you kissed him with all the fiery passion you could muster. You bit his lower lip, making him groan against your mouth. That was a sound you realized you'd love to hear on repeat. Your lips moved together in perfect harmony. Like they were made to fit each other.

His hand traveled to the back of your head into your hair as he pulled it softly, making you muffle a whimper into his mouth.

Miles pulled away for a split second to whisper with a smirk, "Cállate, hermosa. But I'm down if you want everyone to hear." His lips were hovering over yours, only seconds away. You felt both of your chests heaving against one another, his breath overlapping yours. You were sure he could feel your heartbeat.

"Fuck you, Miles." You briskly closed the small distance between both of your lips once again before he could make a crude remark about how 'you'd like that'.

You spent the rest of the class period cooped up with him in the minimal space of the supply closet.

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After school, you looked for Miles. Something you've been restraining yourself from doing over these past few months. However, you were hoping things were different now. In a good way. You'd think spending some quality time in a supply closet together would change things.

But as you looked across the courtyard, Miles was nowhere to be seen. You felt irritated with him once again, but you weren’t going to let him cut you out of his life for a second time.

So you did what any rational person would do. You visited his house to talk with him. You believed that if you had a decent conversation with him, it would fix what broke between the two of you. After all, his mother did tell you that you were always welcome there. His house was the place the both of you created a collection of memories. Memories that you stayed up late thinking about. Before it all went downhill. Knocking on the door, his mother answered it.

You greeted her with a smile, "Hola, Mrs. Morales! Is Miles here?" She gave you a knowing look. Mrs. Morales always did have a knack for knowing exactly what was going on.

Nodding her head, she told you "You caught him at a good time. He's been in and out with his Uncle lately. Come on in." She promptly led you inside the house.

"Gracias, Mrs. Morales." You told her before you made a beeline for Miles' room. Stopping right in front of his door, you knocked. Silence came from the other side. "Miles, I'm going to come in. Please don't be naked." You covered your eyes with your palm as you opened his door.

You didn't hear any yells of protest, so you assumed it was safe to peek through your fingers. As you removed your hand from your face, you noticed he was climbing through his own window. But that's not what made you stop in your tracks. Rather, it was his attire. He wasn't naked by any means. Instead, he was wearing the infamous suit that you've seen on the news time and time again. Over the past few months. The correlation clicked in your brain. He wasn't purposely avoiding you for the last few months. His life was just turned upside down in more than one way. He turned into the Prowler.

He looked just as shocked as you while he climbed through his window. "Fuck, what are you doing here, mami?" He frantically asked.

Closing the door behind you, you said, "I came to speak to you, but it seems like all my questions are answered now." You felt numb.

He didn't have a response. He didn't know what to tell you. It was exactly what it looked like. There were no words exchanged, but much was said within those silent moments.

Breaking the silence, you exclaimed, "Y'know what? Forget it. Forget I came here. Matter of fact, forget we ever met." You just about had it. Miles, the one that used to walk you home, being the Prowler was not exactly something you predicted.

"You know I can't do that." He said. You started to back away from him, turning away. He grabbed your arm with a feather-like touch, despite wearing his steel claws. You knew he wasn't going to hurt you. Not physically, at least. "Just let me explain."

"What is there to explain? That you've been avoiding me for months because you're the Prowler? I don't think anything else needs to be said." You let out a faint melancholic chuckle.

He stared into your eyes as he removed his claws, gently grasping your shoulders. "Mami, just listen to me." He pleaded, "You understand now why I couldn't tell you. That's why I had to stay away. This business is the shit I can't have you affiliated with."

"If you don't want me affiliated, then don't join it." You snapped at him, pushing a finger into his chest.

Your response set off something inside of him as he blurted out, "I'm in love with you. Shit, I love you so fucking much. I always have. You're the only one that's ever on my mind, 'ight? If I permanently lost you, I'd never come back from that."

Those were precisely the words you've been waiting ages to hear. But not like this.

"Miles. I can't be a part of this. I don't want to do this 'back and forth' thing. I can't do this. Not with you." Turning your back on him again, you tried to hold your composure as you stepped away. Out of his grasp. You had no intention to break down in front of him. This time, you were the one walking away. You were going to be the one leaving him.

"Wait," He called out, his voice faltering. You were slipping through his fingers, right in front of his eyes. If he had to beg you to stay, so be it. Even after all that time apart, you've been the sole reason he woke up in the morning. He couldn't afford to let you leave him for good.

"Quédate conmigo, mami. Por favor. I can't lose you again." His voice trembled with desperation. Your steps hesitated, his words plunging knives directly into your heart. You've never seen him like this. And it was a sight you never wished to see again.

So you obliged. You might as well have taken what you said and thrown it in the trash. He had the ability to change your mind with only a few words. Turning back to him, you wrapped your arms around his neck in a tight embrace. He reciprocated as he enveloped your waist with his arms.

You buried your face in his neck as you whispered, "Don't fucking do that again. Don't shut me out." You placed a light kiss on it. You continued, "I love you too, Miles." removing your face from his neck to stare up into his eyes.

"I promise, mami. It's only ever been you." He softly said, pressing his lips to yours. You kissed back with just as much delicacy.

You were aware it was an incredibly dangerous business Miles was involved in. For him, you'd give up anything. You hadn’t a clue what being involved with the Prowler would exactly entail. It was something you both would have to figure out together.

Your relationship was by no means perfect. But you were both learning. As long as it was with him, you wouldn't have it any other way.

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¿Cómo está mi ángel hoy? - How's my angel today?

Princesa - Princess

Adiós/Chao - Bye

Cállate - Shut up, be quiet

Hermosa - Beautiful

Quédate conmigo - Stay with me

Por favor - Please

(yes the title is a childish gambino reference)

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jinkicake · 1 year

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Currently T-minus 6 days until scaramouche birthday and the worst day of my life😔like he’s been outside my bedroom door for the last few nights. Like ik that this mf has the nastiest sex EVER like the fanart community out?? They released him on purpose this close to Christmas(btw felt like another Tuesday like lmao how boring I bought albedo cat stickers to feel something) like I’m trying to be toxic w him but not really; the couple that’s always play arguing and making fun of other people. He can’t even get anyone pregnant but in albedo fashion he will fuck like he’s trying for a kid!! Clears his whole schedule (fatui scaramouche ig)so he can do nothing but pump you full of his cum, like he’s very messy I feel like the sheets are always ruined so you gotta keep a spare on the nightstand or something. Like he’s always trying to fuck in público places like he gets jealous very easily and he can do the whole lmao this ass is mine. But if he sees some loser ass fatui grunt still trying after he’s made is week he’ll he will literally call him into his office to reprimand him and like while he tries to explain himself he hears you choke bc he pushes your head all the way down without warning and he pays your head saying some shit like “don’t be rude I’m having a meeting” like he’s gunna absolutely dominante you and the poor bastard will have to watch like he can’t hear you slurping down there😔😔 “ their mouth feels really good, that why you been harassing them instead of doing your job?” Probably makes you cockwarm him but it’s fake bc when you beg he says you can ride him immediately.(as I will like lmao i am slamming down on him) but he’s just looking him dead in the eyes with the most bored glare. Slips his hand down in between your legs like he’s scrolling on his phone or something 😭 “hurry up and cum already you’re ruining my pants.” Or “you can’t to be good and cum on my cock?go head” and holds you tight as your eyes roll back and that grunt much less any other one talks to you again. Likes cute outfits!! Like he’s gunna buy you expensive intricate lingerie JUST to tear it off you. Will sit you on his face until you hit his head to try and get away. He’s such a Fucking menace😒 I feel like he would tie you up and leave wanting

omg only five days until the birthday bash of the year?! we're starting off strong! you guys are going to do a joint thing right looool

scara is really hoyo's new 'it boy' and as of right now, i dont hate it kekeke

omggg lemme see the stickerssss i want xiao stickers so badly hehe i might order some

bruh i just had a thought about clay man like he cant get you pregnant either but hear me out w albedo's big brain he would figure out a way to get you pregnant LMFAO like you gonna have some clay babies or something.... if he really wants it... (yandere!albedo impregnating you w/o you knowing oof- crazy!) but yeah no kid for scara (thank gawd!)

NO bc scaramouche is such a pathetic loser because he would so try to make a claim on you in public after another fatui agent glances at you.... like hed take any excuse to fuck you smh

honestly, i like pathetic!scaramouche (what does that say about me?!) like mean but pathetic scaramouche who has no problem yelling at you but then cries when you leave him LMAO

he pretends like he doesnt give a fuck while pleasuring you but in reality he's so deep in his mind making sure that he's doing everything right LOL like im sorry but i cant have scara not interested like he needs to be obsessed or i wont care about him-

oh he's so the type to put you in pretty panties, have you sit on his face and then just lock his arms around your thighs and then eat you out until you pass out- hes evil!

and he would so tie you up to the bed and leave you there as a punishment, to embarrass you even further he might leave the bedroom door open just a bit so that anyone who passes by (childe, signora) can get a glance

((side note: i hope you have a happy new year my dear!!! </3 and some good albedo dreams~))

#sarahandoikawatalkshit #lol pathetic scara is my fav #xiaos spicy almond tofu #sorta

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kqtmansmokeschronic · 9 months

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I’m just getting frustrated being in different schedules. I wish I could change schedules and do things different but I can’t I have a the sleep schedule I have and I can’t change it I wake up at midnight I have for years now, and I go to bed at noon or 1pm. It’s perfect when you get into roughly the same schedule, but when you start getting off of it and you start being asleep when I wake up and then you wake up a few hours later it’s not too bad I’ll stay up later but lately your falling asleep like half hour or an hour before I wake up, and I spend pretty much my whole day alone at that point you wake up at maybe 9am and I get 3-4 hours with you when for like over 2 years we spent 12+ hours a day together… we barely have gotten to play games together lately because even when I am awake at the same time as you I’ve had a terrible terrible migraine all week. But you’ve still gotten to play you’ve been streaming when I’m asleep and usually falling asleep after wich is when I wake up. I was so excited for Wednesday because you had to work so I figured you where going to go to work and come home, eat etc and actually go to sleep, so you could wake up at the same time I do and we could spend the night together but you went to work and came home and streamed for like 5 hours or something and passed out just before I woke up and now today you were streaming before I woke up, I wake up and see a stream recently ended but you’re asleep. And then you wake up and I was doing chores I was gross and needed a shower so I shower and feed my pets and we watch an episode or two of a show and you say we’re gunna play games after and you sound awake and perfectly fine but then all the sudden you’re completely passed out. Idk if it’s the weed gummies idk if it’s just youre schedule vacillates so much but I lget the short end of the stick. It’s not just the games… I don’t get to play games with you but I also end up not being able to seriously talk to you, because even when you are awake you’re pretty out of it already and can barely do anything but giggle uncontrollably wich IS FINE. but it’s different when that’s the only interaction I keep getting day after day. I can’t say anything serious I can’t talk to you about anything I can’t bring up anything serious it’s just all jokes and laughing I mean we got to talk a bit todays about some stuff and it was good but that’s the first real thing we’ve talked about all week honestly. I love you and what’s going on in your head but I have my own things going on in my head and it kills me how much time I’ve had to spend alone lately…I can’t wake up any earlier but I keep trying to stay up later and later to spend any time with you because it’s been so little lately and that made me sleep in later. I just miss you. And I just wish that you’d maybe try to get somewhat ish on my schedule like going to sleep after work so you wake up when I do…maybe setting an alarm or something… like anything I’m trying my hardest staying up late and I’m spending time with you when my heads throbbing and my stomach is turning and the worlds spinning and Im scared you’re tired of me being so sick all the time but I love you so much and miss you so much I just want to spend time with you so much I just want to okay games so much I want to stream TOGETHER I want to go back to doing everything together… I feel like you’re having fun and doing everything while I’m asleep and I feel mad left out I feel mad alone when I wake up and you’ve streamed for hours and you’ve done all this stuff and I wake up and you’re asleep now and I’m alone all night and have to somehow get through the night myself having to be in my head with my anxiety and depression and it’s just really really shitty when I’m used to having you there to keep me out of my head, make me feel better and realize things aren’t that bad stand make me happy and comfortable but I can’t get any of that when I’m alone. I’m sorry I don’t want to complain but I feel lonely and I feel left out I don’t know what else To do I miss you and I just want the time with you…

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onlyheretoread2 · 11 months

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Lovin' my storm part 7

The group made there way into the prison and ones it was cleared storm went back to retrieve every one else.

A very pregnant Lori said:is it safe?

Rick: this cell block is

Hershal: what about the rest of the prison?

Beth : we sleep in the cells?

Rick : tomarro we will search for the infirmary ,cafeteria and armory but right now we're good.

Daryl: we ain't sleeping in no damn cage.well take the perch .

Daryl and storm brought jaxon up to the perch but storm didn't like it one bit.

Storm: baby this ain't safe.what we gunna do up here with a nearly crawling infant?

Daryl : I ain't sleeping in no cage do what ya want.

Storm: okay then.

Storm then grabs jaxon and her bag and just walks away from Daryl. Seeing this he immediately hops up and catches her.

Daryl: what are ya thinkin . I can't do the cage I'm sorry.

Storm: there's guard towers. Lots of other private places. But do what u want like u told me.

Storm then began to jaostil jaxon as he was getting heavy

Daryl: come here lil man.

JAXON reaches for his father so he takes him.

Storm: u got him ? I'ma find somewhere private to sleep. Do what ya want.

With that storm walks away . Tired of Daryl shooing her away she retreats to the guard tower they made love in the night before. She sat down and just began to think.

"I'm so tired of this. What did I do ? JAXON deserves better."

Daryl: got steam commin out cha ears woman.

Storm: I see u passed him off again

Rolling her eyes and stands up to leave.

Daryl stops her and says"yeah so I could talk to u. You act pissed off all the time and I'm tired of it."I gave ya what ya wanted"

Storm : excuse me?

Daryl: you were bitchin last night talking bout I don't look at cha. How you think I don't want cha. Storm IV loved you for over 5 years . Jaxkn is the best thing that's ever happened to me but I need help. I don't know how to do this husband and father shit. Merle....

Storm: of course blame merle

Daryl: damn it shit up and LISTIN.

Storm: no ..... I'm tired of you blaming him for you not caring. You've been away from him for a fuckin year and you still don't care. I stayed thru his bullshit remember. All the time he'd drag u away at 2 am and you'd call for bail. Everytime u got drunk and fought who bailed you out? What did merle do ? Laugh in ur face and call u pussy whipped . Worse when he was high. .... Jaxon and me are here . He's god noes where and don't get me wrong I hope we find him but you gotta start at least pretending to care. I didn't make that little boy on my own . He need us weather were together or not.

Daryl: what ya mean by that .?

Storm: I feel like I do nothin but bug the fuk outa you and you don't make it easier telling me to do what I want. I want the man I married. The man that cried when the doc told me why I was sick. ..

Daryl:I'm still him. I just need help. You deserve better than a dumbass redneck.

Storm: I deserve what I want and I want Daryl Dixon back.

Storm said with tears briming.

Daryl:I'm right here . You don't bug me I just wanna keep ya safe. I wanna be with you but I can't sleep in a damn cage.

Daryl looks around the tower

"look why not this tower. Jax can sleep in the park n play we can bring a mattress up. I'm sorry for the way IV been .

Strom: if your struggling baby tell me. Don't shut me out. Don't leave.

Daryl:I would never leave.

Storm: you already did. Several times before Jax you'd get pissed and I wouldn't see u for days. Merle would tell me you were getting fucked or locked up so I just learned to live with it.

Daryl: we do find him I'ma beat his ass.

Storm: don't not for me . Just be here hold me...

Kiss ....

Be a dad..,.

kiss...

And when you want to , NOT Because IM BITCHIN, fuck me till I can't walk.

Kiss ....

Daryl: I can't do that.

Daryl snakes his hands around storms waist. He begins to suck and kiss her sweet spot as storm pushes him off.

Storm: let's go find our kid. He needs to eat.

Storm and Daryl walked to the prison hand n hand and as they walked in they found Jax with gamma carol and auntie Sofie . He spotted them from the highchair and stuck both arms way in the air.

Storm:hey bubba.

Jax got happy talking to his parents . Daryl then went to retrieve the pack n play from Maggie's car and set it up for them in the tower .

When Jax was done eating he drifted off so Sofia took him to the tower for. Nap.

While Sofia babysat storm and Daryl found some gear off of one of the guards. Storm,Daryl,Rick,hershals,Maggie,and glen went to clear the tombs. As they approached what they believed to be the cafeteria a heard shows and hershals get pinned and bit. The group pulls him into the cafeteria and ends up severing his leg.

Daryl: duck

When storm turns around there are several prisoners standing staring. One with long greedy hair stares a lil to long at storms breasts and Daryl goes off.

Daryl: watch the eyes!

The prisoner then gets a good look at storm.

Tomas: well if it ain't lieutenant Dixon. Remember me sweetheart.

Rick: we gotta go! Daryl! Storm!

The group takes off and returns to the cell block. Hershal is tended to by carol and Maggie including Lori. Storm leaves telling Daryl she wants to check on jaxon but he knows better. This is the Tomas Ramos that shot storm in the face with a 5o caliber hand gun. The same ass hole that almost took his wife from him.

Daryl: back up Tomas.

Rick: storm good?

Daryl nods

After a Convo with the prisoners Daryl and Rick go to the tower and discover a pale almost catatonic storm. Rick asks what's going on but gets no answer.turning to daryl

"babe just tell um"

Storm turns over and starts

Strom: that's the asshole that did this( she points to her scar.)

Rick : ok?....

Storm: I was a lieutenant in Atlanta metro swat. Tomas was a kingpin. We raided his stach house and that asshole pinned me and usedy own fuckin gun to shoot me.

Rick: shit storm. Were gunna handle him .

Storm: thank you.

After the prisoners were taken to another cell block. Daryl returned to her and said Tomas attacked Rick and is gone. Storm was so glad.

_____

The next week hershals was up and walking . The day hershals took his first steps storm was in the courtyard playing with Jax.

Carl challenged hershal to a race but hershals politely declined .

Carl suddenly screamed "walkers"!

The men by the fence scrambled to get to the top screaming for there loved ones.

Storm got hershals ,carol and beth into a cage and handed jaxon to carol. She then pulled her gun and began to take out walkers with t.

The walkers just kept coming so t and storm ran into the tombs where t was attacked so he pushed storm into a cell . Blocking the door with a walker.

_______

Daryl finally met up with the group taking out walkers as he went. He looked everywhere for storm but only spotted jaxon thru the cage with carol. He opened the door and retrieved his son.

Daryl: where mommy bud? Huh? Where'd she go

Beth:her and t ran that way

Hershal : the tombs.

Carol: I got lil ax you go.

Daryl handed the crying infant over and proceeded to the tombs.

He and Rick searched until they discovered t eatin alive. Daryl searched the halls till he came across storms desert eagle. He picked it up realizing there was blood all over the handle. His heart sank to his stomach

_______

Back outside carol rocked Jax realizing he may have just lost his mother. Daryl kept her gun in his waist band. Besides Jax and him it was her most prized item.

Daryl kept his emotions in check not wanting to cry in front of his son. Rick began to dish out order when Maggie appeared .

Crying infant in her hands Carl was pale and Maggie was covered in blood. Daryl instantly new what happned

Rick had a full blown melt down.

Hershal: let me see the baby

Maggie walked over with the baby and handed her to Beth . Hershal checked her over.

Daryl:we got anything else a baby can ? Jaxsons out .

Hershal: good news is she's healthy . Bad news we need to find formula fast. For her and by judging Jaxon's cry's him.

Daryl: you got him? He asked facing carol

Carol: of corse

Daryl:I'm goin on a run. My kid ain't starving and neither is she.

He kissed Jaxon's head and headed to his bike with Maggie. They found an old day care that thankfully was stocked. They got formula. Diapers clothes even some toys for jaxon. Daryl began to shead tears believing his wife was gone.

Once they returned to the prison Daryl held his son the put him with carol again as he picked up the screaming girl. Jaxon's bottle was handed to him and he held it like a big boy so Daryl helped the newborn.

Daryl: she gotta name yet?

Carl: I don't know was thinking jaqui or maybe storm.

Daryl: we'll see . You like that you like that lil ass kicker?

Daryl: am I right?

______

That night he layed in his tower on there mattress with jaxon fast asleep. He dreamed of storm and sobbed as he simply wanted his wife back.

______

4 days later Carl and Oscar joined Daryl on his never ending hunt. They approached the original hallway and Oscar pointed out a walker by a door that was opening and closing on its own.

Daryl: well come back for it.

Daryl hadn't slept in almost a week at this point. He simply wanted to find storm. Or what's left of her. He sobbed at night and let carol watch lil ax through out the day.

Vowing to not stop till she was found. Or a least whatever's left.

After having a discussion with Carl about how his mother died. Carl was a happier kids. Oscar found some slippers and was extatic. A walker tried to sneak up on Daryl but he took it out. When he tried to leave he noticed a nice in the walkers throat. He pulled it out to reveal a hand cared handle switch blade with a thunder storm on the handle.

DARYL: THATS STORMS kNIFE

he shooed Oscar and Carl back wanting some time to grieve. He sat by the door with the dead walker and became more and more irritated. He finally screamed

WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU!

The door by him slammed louder now. So he put storms nife between his teeth. Ripped open the door but was met with the brightest green eyes hes ever seen.

Storm : hey stranger

She said before passing out. Daryl scooped her up bridal style and ran back to the cell block. Screaming for hershal . Hershal inspected storm and was released she only was dehydrated. He hooked up an IV and allowed storm to eat once she's awake.

Storm woke up hearing babbling and looked over to see her son in his father's lap stacking blocks.

She coughed and Daryl was by her side with Jax in an instant.jax reached for his mama and she snatched him to her. Daryl embraced his wife and said...

"I'ma go find Rick"

"ok"

Jax: ma. Ma

Daryl and storm looked at each other with huge smiles.

Storm spent the rest of the day cuddling up to Jax and when Daryl returned he had carol and Rick there. Carol threw herself to storm. Rick simply asked Daryl how?

After telling him Daryl carried storm with Jax on her up to there tower. Daryl had to help Rick so he left stop there cautiously .

After a few hours Daryl returned with a dad expression.

He informed storm that gless and Maggie were taken prisoner and Rick wants to retrieve them but they both needed to go.

Storm: Carol's goin right?

Daryl:yea y

Storm: I'll get us ready lil man can keep gamma company while we get um.

Daryl just smiled .

After several hours everyone loaded up and went to where the woman Rick found by the fence said go. Jax stayed in the car with carol.

Glen and Maggie were rescued but Daryl and storm received some news.

Glenn: Storm ..,. Daryl this... Was merle

Storm and Daryl both froze.

"U sure "storm adked

"yea he's a lieutenant or somethin" Maggie said

"we gotta get him" storm and Daryl both said .

"no not now.we will return but we gotta go"Rick stated

"he's his brother!" Storm yeled

"fuck him we will come back " she stated hold Daryl's face.

Daryl pulled storm to the side

"I'ma go get him u get them safe. I'll come back"

"you better" storm said while kissing daryl

The group made there way out but Daryl lingered. As storm was climbing over the wall a bullet hit her rib . She fell from the wall unconscious. When she woke up she was in the back of the car. Carol was in the front crying. JAXON was whining and Daryl was gone.

DARYL WAS GONE

"where is he"

"storm I'll explain later " "u need hershals" Rick said trying to calm jax

Where the fuck is my husband!

Stormed was now screaming.

"he left" glen started."said it was always merle and him before this. Told us to make you go to the prison. Didn't say if he was coming back"

Storm began to open the car door only to have Oscar snatch it back.

As the prison approached and then the car parked storm asked carol and Rick to watch the baby as she locked herself in the tower . Little did she know Rick was hiding something.

______

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haikyuu-scenarios-drabbles · 3 years

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Shower Friends (Miya Atsumu x F!reader)

The dorm you live in has co-ed bathrooms. Why that’s remotely a good idea is beyond you; and recently, your precious shower time is being interrupted by a certain blonde haired setter for the volleyball team. When he lies to his teammates that he has a girlfriend, somehow you get roped into his scheme.

genre(s): college!au, fake dating, angst, fluff, mutual pining, enemies to lovers (kinda), eventual smut words: 2.2k

a/n: and here we are at the end, tbh im a little sad this fic is over, it was so fun to write and i am DEFINITELY more in love with Atsumu than i was before

Epilogue

Four years have passed since you and Atsumu finally got together, and this is the third year in a row he has an away game scheduled on your anniversary. It’s hard for you to actually be mad, he can’t control his schedule. But that doesn’t mean you can’t be disappointed.

And Atsumu hates that he’s let you down again. Wanting more than anything to finally spend your actual anniversary together instead of substituting for an early or late celebration. You’re a good sport, and he loves you for that, supporting him and his volleyball career without complaint despite his long absences and track record of missing important events.

Though the night before he’s set to leave, you’re sitting beside him on the couch, tucked under his arm while the two of you watch something on the TV. For the past few minutes, you’ve been fiddling with his shirt between your fingers and he knows you’re gathering the courage to say something. He’s pretty certain he can guess what it’ll be about too. And all he can do is brace himself when he hears you huff.

“What if you mysteriously came down with something?” You finally say.

He has to laugh at that. “That’s pretty diabolical of you.”

You shrug, already feeling silly you brought it up at all. It’s not really a big deal, but it’s been three years since either of you were even in the same country on the day you swallowed your pride and stormed into his dorm room to confess to him. Sue you for being a bit put out by it.

“Did you poison my dinner or something?” His heart lifts at the small chuckle he gets out of you from that.

“No, but don’t give me any ideas.”

He rests his cheek on the top of your head, eyes still on the TV as he jokes, “Besides, ya think they have any chance of winning without me?”

He feels your smile against his chest, then jolts at the jab you give him in the side. But still you say, “They’d be nothing without you.”

Pulling you into his lap, he cradles your face in his hands and looks at you seriously. And even after four years, you’ve never gotten tired of the way he looks at you—still like you’re the most beautiful person he’s ever laid eyes on.

“I’m sorry,” he says sincerely. “I know it sucks.”

“It does,” you pout.

Pressing his forehead to yours he murmurs, “I’d be with you if I could.”

You love these intimate moments with him, when you both let your teasing natures fall away and all that’s left is how much you love each other. Even after four years, it’s still abundant, and somehow still growing every day. So, you sink into his embrace and reply, “I know.” And you do. That’s what makes it bearable. Knowing that even though he’s off in some exciting country, playing the game he loves—there isn’t a minute that goes by that he doesn’t think about you.

“You gunna watch the game?”

It so happens that this year, his game landed on the exact date of your anniversary. When he’d found out, he’d vowed to make you proud; to make him being away so often worth it to you. And it makes his heart swell when you say without hesitation, “Of course.”

So, a couple days later as he’s about to leave for the airport, he tugs you to him, lowers his lips to yours and kisses you as if he’s going off to war or something. He knows it’s a bit overkill, but he doesn’t really care. He wants to do everything he can to make it up to you. And damn, is he slapped in the face with how much he loves you when you finally separate and you tease him, “Sheesh, you’ll be back in a couple days.”

His response is to kiss you again and again muttering between kisses, “Gotta get my fill now to tide me over.”

He only leaves when you’re practically shoving him out the door. “You’re going to be late!” He reluctantly let’s go of you, hefts his duffel over his shoulder, takes his suitcase in hand and heads down the hallway towards the elevator. On his way there, you shout, “Say hi to the boys for me!”

He smiles smugly, winking over his shoulder at you. “Will do.” Knowing full well his teammates are extremely jealous of him because of you. And why yes—he absolutely does love rubbing you in their faces.

Once he’s out of sight, your smile falters as you shut the door and turn to your now empty apartment. A sadness falls over your heart that’s familiar but unwelcome. You have to find something to distract yourself, otherwise you’ll just let yourself wallow, which you know Atsumu wouldn’t want.

On the night of your anniversary, you eat dinner at Osamu’s restaurant as you normally do on the nights of Atsumu’s away games. You sit at the bar alone, watching the game on the many TV’s around that Osamu always has on the sports channel when Atsumu is playing. Tonight, you notice Osamu chats with you more than he normally does, and you’re certain he’s picked up on your somber vibes.

He even sits at the bar next to you, talking with you about the game and doing an excellent job of distracting you from the hole Atsumu always leaves whenever he’s gone. Tonight, that hole feels even bigger than it usually does.

“He’s playing good tonight,” Osamu notes, his trained eyes fixated on the TV. No matter how many games you watch, or how often Atsumu talks about volleyball, you’ll never have the same understanding of the game that Osamu does.

Chin resting on your palm, you glance at him from the corner of your eye. “Is he?” To you, it always looks like Atsumu is playing well.

But you like listening to Osamu’s technical breakdown of his gameplay and aren’t opposed to helping his endeavor of distracting you. “He’s tuned in,” is all he says by way of explanation.

You watch the TV with newfound interest, noticing that Osamu seems to be right. Atsumu is normally pretty focused, but tonight whenever the camera shows a closeup of him, the look in his eyes is razor sharp. And yet, he’s still making those insane plays that catch his opponents completely off guard. You can feel your pride bubbling up in your chest like it does every time you watch him play, quirking your lips upward into a small smile.

You love how much Atsumu loves volleyball, and whenever you can you go to his games here in Japan because watching him on TV is nothing compared to in person. Plus, it’s way more fun getting swept up into his arms in the heat of the moment after a win than several days later when the excitement has died a little.

You watch Atsumu the rest of the game, noting how the closer they get to match point, the more tenacious he becomes. But unlike other times, when he gets too excited and starts making insane plays that might not work, he seems to be dialing in even further, pulling the best out of all of his hitters even when they’re at the end of their rope. You at least know enough about volleyball to appreciate just how amazing that is.

To your delight, the Black Jackals win, and as usual several of the players get interviewed afterwards. Somehow, Hinata and Bokuto are still full of energy despite playing a full match, speaking excitedly to the interviewer. The coverage switches to Atsumu’s interview, and you can’t help ogling him a little bit. He somehow manages to look good, his hair damp from sweat but eyes gleaming from the adrenaline of the match.

And as you suspect, like Hinata and Bokuto, he’s pretty amped after the game. Amped enough that he completely ignores the interviewer’s questions and looks right at the camera. Immediately, you’re struck by the feeling that he’s looking directly at you. “I’ve only got one thing to say and that’s happy anniversary to the lovely lady I got waiting for me at home.”

The interviewer flusters, changing gears quickly and trying to get Atsumu to comment more on his relationship, but all he does is give the camera his signature smile and a wink before turning his back to the screen and rejoining his celebrating teammates. You don’t hear what the interviewer says next. You’re pinned to your seat, stunned, until your natural reaction is to burst out laughing at his proclamation.

Osamu just eyes you curiously, a small smile splaying across his lips as you say, “Only Atsumu—I swear.”

He shrugs. “Hey, you picked him.”

“Yes,” you laugh. “Yes, I did.” And you really wouldn’t have it any other way, no matter how long or how many times he’s apart from you.

You leave shortly after the coverage of the game has ended, bidding Osamu goodnight and thanking him for his company and hospitality. He waves you out, and once you’re on your way home, you’re suddenly overwhelmed by the loneliness you’ve successfully kept at bay until now. The thought of climbing into a cold bed that feels too big when Atsumu’s not there settles into the front of your mind and it’s hard not to spiral into the sadness that’s been looming over you all day.

You sigh, wrapping your coat tighter around you, trudging towards your apartment that you know is going to suffocate you with its silence. You know it’s pretty pathetic missing him so much, feeling sorry for yourself that you’re alone once again on this day, but you can’t help it. The hope that next year will be different is nearly gone by now, your determination to refuse to accept it finally broken.

Entering the dark apartment, you toss your keys onto the counter and make your way to the living room, fully intending on spending the rest of the night mindlessly watching some TV show until you fall asleep. Subconsciously, your thoughts wander to what Atsumu is doing right now. The team usually goes out after games, especially ones they win. And it’ll be a day or two until they leave wherever they’re at, so they have plenty of time.

Part of you aches at the thought of him out, having a good time with his team, while you’re here—alone, watching some lame TV show and feeling sorry for yourself.

What you don’t know, is that Atsumu has forgone the celebration tonight. In fact, he’s rushing to the airport to catch his late flight back to Japan. He booked this flight the day after he found out he was going to be gone again. He might not make it back in time to be there on the actual date, but he hopes the gesture is enough.

On the flight, he thinks about your reaction, imagining your laugh and beaming smile at the sight of him. Daydreaming about sweeping you up into his arms and kissing you until you’re both breathless and dizzy keeps him awake, though he doubts you’ll be when he arrives. That’s alright, he perfectly happy surprising you in the morning too.

He gets back to Japan in the early hours of the morning, and when he enters the apartment, he finds you fast asleep under a blanket on the couch, the TV casting a faint glow into the room. He smiles softly to himself, allowing himself a minute to appreciate how adorable you look. Leaning down, he finagles his arms beneath your shoulders and legs and hefts you into his arms to carry you to the bedroom. To his surprise, you don’t wake up. Instead, you mumble quietly, and his heart nearly bursts at how even in your sleep you press closer to him.

Tucking you in, he kisses you lightly on the forehead before climbing under the covers beside you. Pulling you into his arms, you fit nicely in his embrace, and he falls into an easy sleep.

In the morning, your eyes flutter open, blearily looking around and realizing you’re now in the bedroom. When did you move in here? Did you put yourself to bed last night without realizing it? It’s then that your eyes snap open at the realization that the apartment smells like breakfast. Heart thundering against your chest, you throw the covers off you and head towards the kitchen so fast you almost trip in the hallway.

Upon seeing Atsumu standing at the stove, his back to you, it’s hard to keep your feet under you. And without your permission, tears well up in your eyes so fast that a few drops are already sliding down your cheeks. You sniff to try and get a hold of yourself, which gets Atsumu’s attention.

He whips around to find you standing at the entryway of the hallway with tears streaking down your face and immediately his heart softens. “Happy anniversary, love,” he says by way of greeting.

You can’t stop yourself; your feet move before your brain can catch up with them, throwing yourself into his open arms. He squeezes you tight, and then your lips are on his, your fingers tangling into his hair pulling him closer as you slot your body against his. He can’t help chuckling at you, despite thoroughly enjoying this reaction to his surprise.

“I’m trying to cook breakfast,” he says between kisses.

You don’t think he’ll be very hard to convince to abandon the eggs on the stove. With one hand, you turn the burner off. “Don’t care,” you say, pushing him back towards the bedroom.

He happily obliges.

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ayakamiyuiii · 3 years

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Hello everyone!! <33 -i know it's been awhile since i last wrote, i've been really brain dead Recently, and i'm not Sure on what too write about- i've really been thinking about Scaramouche Angst for awhile, So heads up, The Following may get pretty Upsetting huhuh- // TW! ~Mentions of Su!c!d3, Hurtful strong words Ehm it's gunna be pretty upsetting huhuh so im sorry for the followingg TT // i hope your all ok! :)) i hope your all doing ok <3 i hope you guys are taking care!, remember i love you all so muchhhh :DD mhmhm, let's get onto it then huhuh <3.-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Your Boyfriend, Scaramouche. One of the Many Strongest Harbingers. He's Usually Busy out, Never getting time with you, Of course.. as he was your boyfriend, you really wished you two could have alone time, //Even tho most times you try talk about it to him it goes downhill, leading to a huge Argument.. You two were on and off to be Absolutely Honest. "GOD FUCKING DAMNIT Y/N! YOUR DRIVING ME INSANE, WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT FROM ME??” ..Another argument, “i-..” “WHAT? SPIT IT THE FUCK OUT” “Scara- c-calm down..” “CALM DOWN? CALM FUCKING DOWN? DO YOU KNOW WHAT THE FUCK YOU JUST DID??? GOD I FUCKING HATE YOU Y/N L/N! I FUCKING HATE YOU. I WISH YOU WERE DEAD.”

“Ouch..”

That hurt, you thought to yourself, “maybe.. i shoulda killed myself huh..im no use to anyone anymore am i?..” .. You were Kicked out of the once shared place you lived in, with only limited a day to come back and get your stuff, Honestly, You werent that surprised anymore, you knew it’d come to this sooner or later, You had to think pretty quick.. there was no where for you to stay anyways. Worse to worse.. you would just make some shelter in the wilderness and see how everything goes from there.

it’s been about a month or two since what’d happened back at Scara’s house. You soon found yourself walking to places you’d been out with him, Hoping to not see him anywhere at all, To your Misfortune, as you were walking to the garden you first took him out to, You saw him there, ..with Another girl, Your heart had shattered even more, your eyes becoming even Deader, You just Walk by hoping he doesn’t notice you. you heard your name in the Distance, it was Childe, “whatever the fuck does this ginger want?..” you mutter to yourself.. of course from how loud he was you were really really hoping Scaramouche heard nothing.

“What’d you want you ginger?” you said once he caught up to you “I know your not ok Y/n, Do you wanna come over to my place and talk about it?” He says. scaramouche had heard everything, “no thanks im good i have to go now anyways.” you say, “why’re you going? i could walk ya there” “umm i’m going home, but i guess you could walk me there.” In the Distance, Scara’s eyes widened, He followed far behind. “-Ok we’re here you can go now, thanks Tartaglia,” You say. “wait, what- i dont see a house y/n whats the meaning of this?” “oh um *you pointed to a small tent you had made overtime* Home” both his and Scaramouche’s Eyes Widened, “What the fuck do you mean ‘home’ That- looks so Uncomfortable!” “well i’ve grown quiet used to it now, Most nights im lucky actually! the Abyss Mages leave me alone at times, i still have my bow if i need to go hunting everythings perfect, i- i even have a cat”.

“Y/n, This isint a Home, Listen do you need help? can i help you at all?” He says sounding really upset, “No Tartaglia, i Appreciate you trying to help but everythings perfect now, you can go now.” -As you were trying to get this huge ginger leave, Scaramouche who heard everything felt guilt, though he had left quick, apposing to not get caught. You had finally pleaded this Man to go, it was getting late you Decided to go hunting, You were pretty powerless, meaning you could die at any moment really. tho you went hunting anyways, ..you’d gotten some Boar, tho you were oh so tired, of course there was nothing you could do really.

its been five months, You still haven’t moved on from him, but you were happy he got someone much better than you in his life. By chance you had passed him while heading to the lake for bathing.. he held your arm and pulled you “Y/n.. your coming with me.” You were Shaken of course, what the hell is going on?? you stay Silent and obey, knowing he could damn well kill you at that moment, though your nerves started tensing up. You were Scared of what this mans planning to do to you, You were Basically Trembling in fear. “You brat, You fucking brat.” you were looking at the ground, Hesitating to look him in the face. “LOOK AT ME WHEN IM SPEAKING TO YOU GOD FUCKING DAMNIT” tears started pouring, you didnt want to look at him, tho you tilted your head up. “S-Sir, yessir.” You then started looking at him trying to force yourself to stop crying, aswell as throwing hurtful words to yourself. “So sorry sir, What can i do for you sir?” His eye’s Had Widened at this.

“You never told me you had no where to fucking go, maybe if you fucking told me i could have arranged something bloody brat.” “So sorry sir, My Mistake, it’s Ok Sir, You have a new life now, without a Peasant like me, you don’t need to worry or even have a thought of me sir, you should carry on with your day as i’ll carry on with mine.”

you couldnt stop sobbing, but you gave him a light smile and a bow before heading to the lake, He just stood there in shock. “so did they see me with? ...” he thought to himself, he heard your sobs, of course. But said nothing, At this point he was out of your Sight. you wipe your eyes, no matter how much you wipe the more tears pour, you try forget about the encounter anyways, it really hurt you of how easily he was able to replace you. But you couldn’t Do nothing, you just let it happen. it was pretty late and you were drying off, setting for home, You had some mora.. You Decided to buy a small meal,-

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------HDSHJD ANYWaYS! Thats end of part one E- i need more idea’s haksjhdjs i know this wasnt good at all, but i absolutely triedd!! <33 -nyways, i’ll make part two as soon as i get more ideas! hehehsdjh ilyasm takecaree cya laterrrrr <33333

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hold-our-destiny · 3 years

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5 times tony comforted Peter and the one time Peter comforted Tony

This is for @bluesweatshirt for the friendly neighborhood exchange!

(also i’m really sorry i couldn’t add in a cut off on mobile)

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Peter wasn't a sad person.

He wasn't too sad when his parents didn't come home from their business trip. Yeah, he was sad when Ben died- he died in front of him for god’s sake- but he didn’t show it, he sucked it up and helped May with the new struggles with money.

Peter wasn't sad, no. He was tired though.

God, he was so tired.

It had been two weeks since homecoming night and Peter was catering between not being able to sleep at all and waking up every night from nightmares.

This night was different, though.

Because for some reason… Mr Stark was in his nightmare.

It was never anyone but peter. Always Peter stuck under rubble, falling from a plane, stuck in the fire. Never anyone else so why now would it be Mr Stark?

That wasn’t exactly the first thought on his mind when he woke up.

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Peter woke up with a start, breath stuck in his chest, tears already escaping his eyes.

He threw the covers off him, needing to be free from the confines, before reaching for his phone.

He’s hurt, mr stark’s hurt and he can't help him- oh god he can't save him-

“Hello?” Mr Stark’s groggy voice shook him out of his thoughts.

“Mr Stark?” Peter asked, almost scared for any reply.

“Pete? You okay?” His mentor’s voice took on a new tone. Worry mixed with… something.

“Yeah, sorry, i just- I’m sorry for waking you- I’ll hang up now-”

“Peter. Are you okay?” The question made him want to cry, made him want to curl up and let it all out with how safe it made Peter feel.

“Yeah I’m-” he took a breath, “I’m fine,”

He could tell the billionaire knew he wasn’t, “Okay, well you might as well help me anyway,”

“Help you?”

“Yeah, i've been up for hours trying to figure this problem out,” He lied.

“O-okay”

The mechanic explained the problem to him, Peter letting the words wash over him, breathing through the explanation. He pretended not to notice when Mr Stark didn't ask for his thoughts, when he reminded him to breathe every now and then, just letting his words soothe the kid from the evident panic attack he’d just gone through.

God, he was so out of his element.

Maybe this was a good thing- maybe it was good for him to comfort this kid- this kid who he barely knew. Just for tonight, only tonight.

Tony was tired. No, scratch that- he was fucking exhausted.

He was pretty much ready to drop on that wednesday, ready to curl up in his king size bed and sleep for 16 hours straight.

And yeah, maybe he forgot it was lab day.

Peter walked- more like stumbled- through the lab doors, somehow racing and also shuffling to his seat, dropping his bag with a thud and sitting in his chair in almost the same manner.

Peter’s hair was messy, curls more unruly than usual, and Tony would bet that if he could see the kid’s eyes, they wouldn’t look healthy.

“Hey kid,”

No answer.

“You okay?”

A delay, then a slight nod. Peter still hadn’t put anything in front of him, just simply sitting at the desk.

“You wanna skip lab day today?”

Peter’s head shot up, eyes wide and concerned. And yeah, Tony was right, he had dark bags under his eyes.

“What? Is something wrong? Do you need me to leave?” Tony raised a hand to stop him.

“No- no- I mean more like…” He didn’t know how he was going to say this, “I’m pretty tired right now, do you wanna just order a pizza and chill out on the couch?”

Peter looked at him suspiciously, before nodding, already getting up and heading to the other room.

Yeah, tony thought to himself, you’re doing okay

______--

Peter was passed out on the couch within 5 minutes, remote laying in his limp hand and head lolled to the side awkwardly.

Tony brought the pizza in, setting the boxes down on the coffee table and gently shook Peter awake.

“Hey, kid,” He whispered as Peter woke up, matching the tone to the dark room, “You wanna have something to eat? Or at least get into more of a comfortable position,”

Peter nodded groggily, sitting up so Tony could sit next to him, legs touching as Peter moved closer. Tony raised his arm up and around the back of the couch, resting on the teenager’s shoulders and allowing him to relax into the billionaire.

Tony put a random star wars film on the tv, letting it drift into background noise as the kid fell asleep next to him.

For years, Tony had been scared of fucking a future kid up, becoming his father and eventually pushing everyone away. Somehow, now, his fears have receded, his mind reassuring him repeatedly.

He trusts you. You’re doing okay.

Peter woke up under rubble.

No, no, this wasn’t a nightmare. The air was too thick, dust invading his airways. He choked on it as he took a breath. It was too dark, way too dark, the rocks were crushing him, piercing his skin in multiple places. He groaned with the weight, reaching for his watch instinctively.

He pressed the side button three times, letting red light illuminate his surroundings and trying to breathe with the rubble pushing down on his chest.

His watch lit up blue, and Tony’s voice started speaking through it.

“Peter? Pete- you there?”

“Y-yeah I’m here” He choked out, a waver in his voice.

“Okay, how are you feeling, kid?”

“I- The rubble- it’s crushing me- i can’t-” His breath started to speed up at the reminder, panic invading his senses.

“Kid- kid! You gotta calm down, okay? We’re getting you out now, i promise- we’re gunna get you out real soon- but you gotta calm down for us to do that, okay?”

Peter made an affirmative noise, closing his eyes and trying to even out his breaths. His memories were resurfacing much quicker than he could cope with and Tony’s voice was only helping slightly. Peter didn’t know what he was saying, letting the noises meld together in his mind as he calmed himself.

After a few minutes- or hours, he didn’t know- he’d calmed down somewhat, finally able to focus on the voice coming out of his watch.

“We’re getting you out of there now, kid. You’re doing so good for me, Pete- just keep breathing for me, okay?”

With the panic receding now, Peter was much more aware of his surroundings. He was also aware of the fact that his brain was slowing down, unable to process things as quickly as he normally could. There was a reason for that in the back of his mind but he couldn’t reach it.

There was something wet underneath him, soaking up into his clothes, he didn’t like that. He wanted to move away from it but only made it hurt worse when he tried- he cried out in pain.

“T-tony!”

There was a scuffle on the other end of the line- “Yeah, pete? You okay?- what’s happening?”

“T’ny- t- tony! T’y please- g’t me out- please- please- i- i can’t-”

“Peter- what’s happening?”

“H’rts- my- my chest- there’s- it’s-” The panic was back now, confusing him even more than before, “S’mthing- und’r- something wet- under me- t’ny please-”

“Shit- Peter- Pete- breathe, okay kid? Breathe for me. We’re gunna help you,”

Peter took a breath, then another, and another, steadying his heart before whimpering when the rubble shifted, “Kid, we’ve almost got you. I need you to stay awake, okay? We’re gonna get to you soon but you gotta stay awake so you can tell us if we move the wrong thing, okay?”

Peter made an affirmative noise again, wanting nothing more than to move away from the pain, but listening to Tony.

Tony talked again a while later, surprising Peter when he did.

“Pete? You still awake for me, bud?”

“Y-yeah im- im here,”

He heard Tony breathe out slowly, “That’s good, Pete. We’re only a few feet away from you, but the next thing we’re going to move is gunna shift some stuff, okay? Tell us if it hurts you, okay, kid?”

“Okay- I’ll tell y’u”

He waited a few seconds, hearing some movement to his side, before the rubble shifted and his legs screamed in pain. He only let out a grunt, not wanting to stop the team’s efforts, and only a moment passed before he saw his father figure knelt down beside his head, cradling it with one hand. He smiled up at him.

“T-tony-” He sobbed.

Tony nodded, “Yeah, yeah, kid, i’m here now. Sorry we couldn’t get to you sooner but I got you now, i promise. You did so good for me, bud,”

“Good?” Peter’s eyes were closing now, relishing in the relief of pain after hours of panic.

“So good, kid. I’m so proud of you for staying calm. You can sleep now, okay? Let us do the rest.”

He smiled up at his mentor again, letting his eyes close and his body relaxed as his mind gave in to the not-so-distant pull of sleep.

Tony woke up that morning to a call from midtown tech.

Of course, he was confused as to why Peter’s school would call him at midday on a random tuesday.

“Is this Tony Stark?” The caller sounded dubious- doubtful.

“Yes, it is,”

“This is Julia calling from midtown tech. Are you the emergency contact for Peter Parker?”

“One of them, yes,”

“Would you be able to pick Peter up soon?” Tony was already getting some more presentable clothes on, worried as hell.

“Yes, of course. Can I ask why?”

“To be completely honest with you, Mr Stark, I don't even know. There’s a police officer in there with him right now, and that’s all i know.”

Tony froze. A police officer could only mean two things, and Tony didn’t like either option.

“I’ll be there in 10 minutes,” And with that, he hung up.

Peter practically fell into his arms when he walked into the office. Tony instinctively went to cradle the back of his head as he processed everything that was happening. One of those things being that Peter was crying.

Peter was crying.

He wrapped his arms around the teenager more firmly as the police officer stepped toward them.

“Mr Stark, I’m officer Langford,” Tony nodded curtly towards him, waiting for an explanation.

“You may want to sit down for this,”

It took some time for Tony to maneuver Peter into a more comfortable position on the couch in the corner, the kid not wanting his mentor to see his face- in fear?- but they got there in the end.

The officer sat down in a chair opposite them, “I’m sorry to tell you this but this morning May Parker was involved in a car accident, she was rushed to the hospital but unfortunately, she was pronounced dead on arrival-” Peter held him slightly tighter, “We called you here because you were Peter’s second emergency contact, and in situations like these, we need a temporary home for him. If you agree, you can take him home now, and if not we can move him to a separate-” Tony held a hand up to cut him off.

He moved the hand back down to rub across Peter’s back, meant to be a soothing gesture but somehow made him more tense.

“I’ll take him now, and i can sort out the paperwork for a… longer arrangement soon,” Officer Langford nodded before wishing them well and leaving, but Tony didn’t pay any notice, his mind too caught up in what just happened.

It wasn’t caught up in May’s death, somehow in the back of his mind, he knew, he knew that police officers didn’t just show up at a kid’s school for no reason. He wouldn’t have been called if it was anything else.

No, it wasn’t caught up with that.

It was caught up with the fact that Peter- his kid, his Peter- upon hearing Tony’s agreement to take him in- he lost all tension in his body. As if he was relieved, as if he feared Tony would leave him, as if he would abandon the kid he’s grown so close to lately.

Tony couldn’t process it.

“Hey, kiddo, can you look at me please?” Peter minutely shook his head, burrowing into Tony’s shirt even closer than before. His tears had long since stopped, now just seeking comfort from the billionaire.

“We’ve gotta be clear about some stuff, okay, bud? Just a few minutes and then we can go back to whatever this is,” Tony wasn’t good at this.

But, still, Peter pulled back from their embrace, head turned down towards his legs.

“Kid-” Tony was stuck for words, “i want you to know that you can stay with me for as long as you like, okay? If it’s just for this week, for a while or if it’s for the rest of your life, okay? I need you to understand that i’m going to stick with you through all of it, anything you need from me, I’ll get it for you,” He took a breath, “You’re not alone in this,”

Peter crumpled.

As if against his own command, his body surged forward, arms clumsily reaching for his father figure, breaths coming through as gasps, head still downturned.

But still, Tony caught him.

__________

Tony took Peter back to the tower, he set him up in his room, gave him food and sent him to bed. He figured they’d deal with talking about it tomorrow, after some good sleep and a long fucking think about how Tony feels about this kid.

That went to shit at around 4am.

Tony was up on his feet before he could process the scream, legs rushing him to the only inhabited room on his floor. Pushing the door open and hoping for the worst.

He really didn’t expect to see Peter in the corner, bed sheets crumpled around his feet, breaths barely present.

He kneeled down a few feet away, unsure about whether Peter needed him close or not. But upon seeing the kid reach out a trembling hand towards him, he surged forward, pulling the teenager into his arms.

“It’s okay, whatever it is, it’s okay, we’re safe. I’ve got you.” He repeated in hushed whispers, rocking the two of them back and forth.

It was only a few minutes later when Peter responded to him, breathing normally now, hand clutching his mentor’s shirt as he mumbled into his chest.

“Couldn’t- couldn’t save y’u- i- i can’- can’t do i’- pl’se t’ny-”

Tony hushed him.

Peter repeated the mantra for another- god, tony didn’t know how long- until tony was finally able to hush him. The billionaire carefully picked him up, walking him the few feet over to the bed and laying him down in it.

Tony hesitated by the door, before hushing his brain of all negative thoughts, turning off the light and retreating back into the teenager’s bedroom. He climbed into the bed with the kid, curling up next to him- relieved when Peter immediately turned to cling to his chest.

Slowly, he fell asleep.

To say Peter was worried about this mission was an understatement. Him and Tony were going undercover together and honestly… it was already awkward.

The thing is, Peter wouldn’t have any trouble going undercover normally but now, they were going in as father and son.

There was this guy- this villain they’d started calling the ‘poisoner’- who was targeting father and son couples, poisoning the son and leaving the father with the body until they were found. They’d tried everything to arrest the guy but… he kept getting away- going undercover was the only option- the last ditch attempt before the avengers started knocking on doors.

It was weird how Peter was more scared to act like Toy was his dad, when he could actually die if the other guy got the upper hand.

_______________

They were sat in the hotel room, waiting.

They saw the guy- the poisoner- earlier at the bar. He’d followed them all night, back to their room but… he hadn’t pushed his way in, always staying just too far away to be apprehended by Tony.

It took a few hours for there to be a knock at the door, Tony standing up and casting a quick look at Peter before going to answer it.

He opened the door to see him- the guy- the poisoner- dressed up as a waiter or something, pushing a cart in front of him.

“Can i help you?”

He smiled, “Room service, sir,” He started pushing his way past Tony.

“I’m sorry, but we didn’t order room service,”

The poisoner turned around quickly as he heard the door blow shut, quickly pulling Tony into a headlock and facing Peter, who was frozen in the shock of it all.

“Now I’m going to say this one time only,” He ignored Tony struggling in his hold, pulling out a gun from his waistband, “There’s handcuffs under the cart. You’re going to cuff yourself to the bed or I’ll blow your dad’s brains out,”

Peter moved slowly, sliding off the bed and keeping his hands visible. The man was the same height as Tony and didn’t look much bigger than him. Tony should be able to get out of his hold easily- there was a reason he couldn’t- and now he had a gun to his head.

He reached under the tablecloth, feeling the cold metal and pulling out three sets of handcuffs. He moved over to the bed again, cursing the hotel for having actual bed posts, and cuffed his left wrist to the bed, laying down on it to make himself more comfortable.

The man then pushed Tony away from him, pointing the gun at Peter this time and making fear rush through him, “Now you- cuff his other hand to the bed,”

Tony hesitated, making the man cock the gun, and Tony then quickly moved towards Peter, efficiently cuffing the teenager’s wrist, giving it a small squeeze of reassurance that didn’t do much to reassure him.

“Pull the chair away from the desk,” The poisoner commanded, “And cuff your hands behind it,”

Tony did so immediately, not risking Peter’s safety again. Only once he was situated did he start talking.

“You know you’re going to regret this,” The poisoner laughed.

“You really think so, do you? I know you’ve got this room bugged, i know the avengers are probably on their way here. But I’m here to send a message,”

“And what message is that?”

He paused, pulling the lid off the metal plate he brought in on the cart, it revealed a neat line of six vials, all full of a blue liquid.

“You need to pay for what you did,”

__________

As it turns out, the poisoner doesn't actually inject the poison.

No, that would be too merciful.

Tony’s handcuffed to the chair he’s sat in, facing the bed. The same bed of which Peter, his kid, the teenager who he’d grown to care for so much in the past year or two, was handcuffed to in an ironic parallel. Father and son. Mentor and mentee. Tony, the merchant of death, destined to lead anyone he comes into contact with to a gruesome fate.

Peter happened to be that person.

Tony remembered the first few days after the fight with the rogues, how he regretted taking Peter with him, knowing he was going to ruin the kid. The few months after had only solidified that claim, and so he’d taken the suit.

There was no way he was getting out of the situation now.

The poisoner- that son of a bitch tony was going to kill as soon as he could get out of this damn chair-

The poisoner, had strapped a mask to the teenager’s head, slowly screwing in a vial of that fucking liquid on either side.

And now he was breathing it in- the gas- the poison that Tony just sat there as he’d been strapped down.

Now, Tony thought it was bad enough when he’d had all those thoughts running through his head, memories of Peter before they’d gotten to know each other, before Tony had taken him in. He thought that had been bad enough.

But no, it was so much worse when all those thoughts suddenly screeched to a halt.

Because Peter had just turned his head, linking eyes with Tony, a desperate plea moving between them.

Because Peter was scared- he looked terrified.

There were unshed tears laying in his tear ducts, enough to easily see as you looked at the kid. His lips barely visible within the mask but from what Tony could see, they were held in a strained frown, lips being bitten.

Peter moved his head towards his mentor, linking eyes with the man. And that, right there in that moment, was when the teenager let go.

“T-tony-” A sob cut him off, choked out between his lips.

“T-tony please- i can’t- i don’t-” Tony shushed him from where he was sitting.

“Kid- Pete- I-” Tony was speechless, all known reassurances dying in his throat as soon as he’d thought of them, what were you supposed to say to a kid who was dying and you couldn’t do anything about it?

“Tony- please- dad- i can’t-” that kicked his instincts into gear.

“Kid, you need to stop talking, okay? The team’s going to get here soon, they’ll get this shit out of you and you’ll be okay, then you can tell me whatever you need to when you’re better, okay?”

Peter nodded, eyes still wide with tears but he listened to the billionaire. and somehow, that made it so much worse, the kid would follow him into fire if he asked him to, and now Tony got him into this situation.

Tony wanted nothing more than to look away from what was happening, as Peter breathed in the poison, helpless to do anything, but he couldn’t not be there for the kid. He needed his father figures comfort.

“he’s right, the teams gunna get here soon, i don’t know when but we’ll get you out of this as soon as we can, and then we can spend a week watching all of the star wars movies, and the clone wars if you want, anything you want kid”

The poisoner was sat in the corner of the room, on the other bed. He was watching them, watching Tony desperately give his kid comfort without being able to touch him.

Tony looked at him, “you’re a fucking psychopath, you know that, right? he’s 16, he’s just a kid. why don’t you kill me instead if you want me to pay so much, huh?”

The poisoner chuckled, standing up to walk over to them, “If you die, you wouldn’t feel the pain i did as my kid died in front of me, i’m going to make you watch as your kid suffocates in front of you”

He got two new vials, replacing the almost empty ones. Peter’s wheezing had gotten a lot more prominent now, trying desperately to bring in air.

Tony’s always been around death, it greets him at every corner. but every time, someone else dies instead of him, or at least, they come close to it.

He doesn’t know what he’d do if Peter dies.

______________

He’d already changed to the last set of vials now, Peter's breath was barely there.

Tony was fucking terrified, obviously.

The team was close, he was sure of it, but that had been what he’d been telling himself the whole time.

They were barely minutes out by his assumptions, but he didn’t know if Peter had minutes, vials nearly empty as the liquid in them turned to gas for the teenager to breathe in, slowly suffocating him.

He was still facing Tony, eve after this long, still trusting him to save him. Even as his body could barely pull in breaths, eyes drooping, they didnt stray from his face.

“Peter, you gotta keep your eyes open, i know it’s hard, i know- but you’ve gotta stay awake for just a few more minutes. We’re gunna help you, but you just gotta stay awake,”

Peter looked at him sadly, but his eyes stayed open and Tony counted that as a win. He started to say something but Tony shushed him quickly.

“It’s okay, kid. Don’t try to talk. We’ve been over this already, you can talk to me after the team gets here- star wars marathon and everything, remember?”

Peter’s eyebrows creased inwards, and Tony’s heart dropped. Either he just forgot about that whole part of their conversation or… or…

“You just gotta stay awake for me, okay? I believe in you kid, dont let me down,”

_______________

The door seemed to explode inwards when the team got there, Tony didn’t look up.

He didn’t look up as they arrested the poisoner, Bruce and sam moving to Peter, while two others moved to get Tony out of the seat he was in.

As soon as the handcuffs were undone, he surged forward, one hand reaching for the kid’s- which now rested on the bed after being released- and the other going to rest in his curls. Tony quickly wiped the tears off the kid’s face, staying away from his mouth as the others tried to give him as much oxygen as he needed.

Peter choked on a sob when he realised Tony was there, mouth slightly upturning even as another oxygen mask was placed over his face.

“I’m here kid. I’m so proud of you for staying awake, okay?” He looked to bruce, as the man looked away from Peter’s vitals, nodding to Tony now, “You can go to sleep now, I’m so proud of you kid, it’s okay,”

Peter’s eyes didn’t leave him, even as he fell asleep.

Tony cried as he was carried away.

__________________

Peter woke up in the medbay. That was his first sign that something bad happened.

The next sign was his mentor-father-figure-dad asleep on the side of his bed.

Peter’s eyes widened as he saw the tear tracks lining his cheeks. Tony never cried, not even when he dropped an engine on his foot that one time. If Tony was crying now, this- whatever it was that happened- it was bad bad.

“Tony?”

Tony startled awake, as if he meant to be on guard, and took one look at the kid in front of him before reaching for Peter and bringing him into his arms.

“Oh my fucking god, kid. Holy shit, you’re okay. Oh my god-”

“Tony what happened?” Was the teenager’s muffled answer, not complaining about being smothered in his da- Tony’s shirt.

“There was this- this guy we went after- had to go undercover and he got to us and he poisoned you, kid- and i couldn't- i couldn't do anything about it- i just sat there and you- you did so good-”

Peter shushed him as the memories arose in his mind, “Tony, can i talk for a second?” He received a nod in reply, “You called the team, Tony. I didn’t, you did. They got there in time and now I’m okay, aren’t I? You did everything that you could, if anything i should've done something, I’m the one with powers here. No- i know- i couldn’t have done anything but you were there the whole time telling me to stay awake and i did, Tony, because of you.”

Tony didn’t say anything, seemingly processing what the kid said. He looked up slowly, tears falling down his cheeks, leaning forward and pulling the kid into a hug again.

Slowly, Peter got tired, nearly falling asleep in Tony’s arms. So, of course, Tony moved into the bed with him, pulling the kid to rest his head against the man’s chest.

“I got you, kid, don’t worry. You can go to sleep,” Peter didn’t know if Tony was reassuring himself or the kid.

Stil, nonetheless, Peter seemingly couldn’t hold back from murmuring a last thought as he fell asleep.

“Love you, dad”

Tony froze for a moment before replying, “Yeah, i love you too, kid,”

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Striker

Newsies fic: striker

Warnings: fights, some bad injures, abuse

Newsies fic with girl reader ( sorry boys ). I kinda went all out with this and it’s super long. Sorry This is my first newsies fic. I’m using the livesies. Enjoy

“Come back here” you yelled in your dream. You were dreaming that the Delancy Brothers stole your dinner money. It wasn’t a lot but you still needed to eat. You chased after them. “Hey that’s mi-“

“ Y/n wake up. Wake up I says!” You woke up to Jack shaking you violently. You tried sitting straight up but Jack kept you down. Still kinda asleep and annoyed you said “ Wha-“

”You was havin a nightmare” Jack chimed in before you could finish your question. You plopped your head back down on the pillow. It hurt when you head hit the pillow. You were Wondering why but then you remembered. Last night. You quickly pulled the sheets over your head and got completely under the blanket before Jack could see your cuts and brusies. “ Mind tellin me whys you is in the sick room of the lodging house?” You wanted to ignore Jacks question so badly but you knew you couldn’t. “ I don’t wanna talks about it”

Jack understood. “ Well come out if you want. Somehow we got a huge loaf of bread and some soup for breakfast and we ain’t knowin where it came from. “ You chuckled. Jack was almost out the door when you called out to him. “ Oi Jack? Can you gets Crutchie in here?” He smiled. “ Yeah sure,” he said as he walked out calling Crutchies name. Moments later Crutchie Hobbled in. “ You wanted me?” Crutchie looked at you a little worried because you was in the sick bed mad didn’t tell no one.

“ Yeah. You can just sit down here on the bed. “ You scooted over to the other side of the bed to make room for Crutchie. Still under the covers you asked “ So how does your leg feel today Crutchie?”

He smiled glad that someone asked him how he was. “ It feels good today! How about you? Your in the sick bed are you alright.?” He asked You slowly slid your face out from under the blanket. You felt comfortable telling Crutchie what happened last night. Crutchie saw your bruises and cuts. “ Y/N! What happened to your are you alright?! When did thi-“

“ Crutchie I’m alright. And last night. This happened last night. Earlier yesterday Me and my brother Jojo was selling in Central Park and the Delancy Brothers came over to me and Jojo. They said somthin to Jojo but i don’t know what they said. Next thing I know they pushed him in the fountain. I told them to buzz of and punched Oscar in the nose. It started to bleed. I could tell they wanted to pummel me but seeing as we was in Central Park he might have gotten himself in trouble. So he waited. Anyways I made a little extra yesterday so I decide to buy breakfast for everyone to have this morning. When me and Jojo was walking back to the lodging house I told him to go ahead that I was bringing a surprise back with me. He was hesitant at first but he went. I stoped by Jacobi’s and bought a nice long loaf of bread. Walking home with the bread out of the shadows the Delancy brothers knocked me down from behind. I tried to take the bread and run. But they caught me and starting fighting me. I tell ya Crutchie I fought as hard as I could. The end resulted in them stealing my bread and me passing out in the street. When I’s woke up it was almost dark. All the other newsies would have been asleep by that time. Blood dripping from my chest. Had a broken ankle Not able to walk Black eye busted lip, along with some other minor injuries, and my shoe was missin. My body hurt all over. I kid ya not Crutchie when I tells ya I crawled to the church and got the nuns to fix me up. I didn’t wants to bother you guys with patchin me up. It felt like hours. The nuns said that I should probably go to the doctors today. But all of us combined don’t have enough money for that. They gave me some soup and left over bread from their dinner that night. I took enough to feed the entire lodging house breakfast. Seeing as I was soaked real good I decided to sleeps in the sick room. “ having told my story I relaxed into the bed.

“ Oh my god. I- oh my god! How bad did they get you?!”

“Let me borrow your crutch real quick so I’s can stand and I’ll show ya.” You said with pain.

You took his crutch, and getting out of bed you stood up revealing what looked a human punching bag.

“ Stay here. But give me my Crutch first. “ Crutchie said hobbling as fast as he could to the fellas. “ Guys come here you’s have to see what the Delancys’s did to Y/N last night. “ Crutchie said with a hint of panic and worry in his voice. And with that the fellas came rushing into the sick room. As they all barged in at once you just stood there feeling embarrassed for not being able to defend yourself.

“ WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO YA! I KNEW I SHOULDN’T HAVE LEFT YOU BY YOURSELF!” Jojo yelled before running over to ya and making sure you was ok.

“ Well fellas. I think we’s got a nickname for her. Her new name is ‘Striker’!” Said Les.

“ Les not right now. she is in real pain. “ David whispered in Les’ ear. But there were murmurs of agreement. “ So Striker, what the hell happened to ya?” Said Race. You didn’t feel like telling the entire story again.

“ Long story short The Delancy’s was picking on Jojo yesterday in Central Park and I beat up Oscar for it. I didn’t mean to punch him THAT hard. Anyways I made a little extra money yesterday so I told Jojo to go backs to the lodging house and I would be back in about a hour with a surprise. He eventually left and as I was walking home with a loaf of bread from Jacobi’s bread the Delancy Brothers picked a fight with me. End result they took my shoes, stole the bread I bought for breakfast today, made me look like this with a broken ankle hence why I’m using Crutchies Crutch to stand, and cut me across my chest with a knife along with a few other injuries. They got so bad I passed out in the street. Woke up and it was dark. Late enough for y’all to already be asleep. Not being able to walk I had to Crawl to the church. I went there because I didn’t wanna wake you guys up and bothers ya with patchin me ups. Da nuns fixed me up and suggested I go to the doctors today. Which I’m not because I knows that all of our money combined isn’t enough for the fee and you guys need that money to eat and buy papes. Anyways they gaves me some soup and bread leftover from dinner. That’s how I got the breakfast this morning. When’s I gots back here I went to the sick room as to not wake anyone up. And that’s that”

“ So, you’s tellin me that the Delancy Brothers did this to you for beating up Oscar and for defending yourself in a fight?” Jack said sounding kinda suspicious.

“ Yeah.”

“ Well I say WE SOAK THEM!” Albert yelled.

“ NO.” You yelled. “I AINT LETTIN U GUYS END UP LIKE ME. IM GUNNA BE IN THIS BED FOR A WHILE. AND I DON’T WANT THAT HAPPENING TO THE REST OF YA“ You sighed. “ I only need one thing from you guys. I need just one person to stay here to helps me. Seeing as I can’t walk. I can barley stand. And then whoever stays the rest of ya devide their regular pape count between ya and sell them so we aint lose no money. “

“ So who do you want to stay with ya Striker?” asked Les hopin it was him. He looked up to you abs wanted to help. You knew this but if he stayed then David would stay. And that’s too many papers lost.

“ Lemme think. Not Jojo. Sorry little bro but yous gunna baby me if I choose u. Don’t even deny it. Not Jack, Finch or Albert. They are a little to uh- what’s the word? Oh yeah. Demanding” there were chuckles and a “ You can say that again “ from Mush. You continued “ I want to say Crutchie but he is our best seller besides Jack and Race. Which means that I can’t pick Race either. Not Les or David. Even thought David would take care of me just fine he has to take care of Les. So with that being out of the way I choose Elmer. “

“ Really? “ Elmer piped up.

“ Yeah. You are gentle and don’t push me to do stuff I don’t wanna“

“ Ok Elmer it is. The rest of us gotta be goin now. Feel better Striker. “ Race said. They fellas started running out the door and down the hall.

“ Oh yeah the reminds me. RACE”

Race poker his head in the room

“ Yeah?”

“ I needs to ask ya a favor. Elmer I know we ain’t supposed to use the tub much but can you’s draw me a warm Bath while I talk to Race for a minute?” And with that Elmer left the room.

“ So what’s you want to talk to me about?” Race asked

“ You sellin in Brooklyn today?”

“ Wha- I don’t sell in Brookl-“

“Race. It’s ok. I know bout you and spot and if you don’t want me to I won’t tell no one” You said cutting him off. A wave of relief washed over him. “ Yeah why?” He asked. “Well, I mean This in the best way possible. Spot has been in a lot of fights. He can fix bruises and shiners and cuts like magic. I would go to Brooklyn me self but I can’t walk. So if u could. Gets him over here’s or get him to meets me half way to help me patch up my br-“

“ Yeah. Sure” Race said. You thought you heard a little bit of nerves in his voice but then he softened. “ Anything else?”

“ Does you think you could find one of Crutchie’s old Crutches for me to use from when he was little?”

Race smiled. “ Follow me. “ So you started following him but you Fell. Race whipped around. “ Damn I forgot you can’t walk. Wait let me help you up. “ You almost fell again getting up but managed to get up on the bed. “ Ok so stay here. “ he went off and can back with 2 Crutches. “ Here. Use whichever one you is comfortable using. “

“Thanks Race. I owe ya. “

“ naw ya don’t owe me. You’s hurt. You don’t owe me “ race chuckled. Elmer popped back in

“ Tubs ready “

“ Thanks Elmer. Now Race get goin. You got papes ta sell” he winked at ya and with that he left.

You grabbed the shorter crutch and sent off the the tub. It was cracked and everything. Not a very sustainable tub. But it’s a tub none the Less.

“ Elmer listen to me. I already have Racer gettin spot to help patch me up. But I needs you to go to the Bronx and get smalls to come up here. She is like a sister ta me and I needs a girl newsies to help patch up my chest. And I trust her with my life. While you is getting her I’m gunna wash out the blood in my hair. As soon as you have her send her in immediately! You hear me?” Elmer nodded and off he went. Once you was sure he was gone you started washing your hair. You tried to patch yourself up but it was no use. Hopefully Spot knew how to tend to brass knuckle marks. After you washed your hair you went to get some food. There was little soup left and a piece of bread. You ate it and then decided to go up to Jacks penthouse in the sky to get some fresh air. It felt good to feel the cool breeze.The sun was staring to set. That meant that the newsies would be gettin home soon. Someone was climbing up the fire escape to the penthouse. But you didn’t pay no attention to it

“ Hey Y/N . Word is you was beat to the bone,” Smalls called out. You turned around and saw her standing on the ladder. You went to hug her but forgot about your ankle you were so excited and fell down trying to get up. Smalls let out a small gasp and rushed over to helps you up. “ What happened to you?!”

“The Delancy Brothers.” Smalls sighed. “ Figures. Ok let’s go get you fixed up. “ after a while she had fixed up your chest and gave you a new set of wraps. You thanked her and walked out of the bathroom to find Spot Conlon sitting in the sick room waiting for you. You saw him and gave out a glad sigh. He saw your crutch. And looked a little worried.

“ Damn. The Delancys have outdone themselves this time“ Spot chuckled. “ How ya doin Y/N?”

“ Ya know just feel like I fell into hell and rose from the dead. Also it’s Striker now. Finally got a nickname!” You smiled having wanted a nickname for months now. He chuckled. “ So,” spot started. “ How bad is it and what does I need to do?”

“ Well Smalls patched up my chest already.” Spot stopped you. “ What do ya mean ur chest?” “ Oh Race didn’t tell ya what happened. Well The Delancy’s cut me across my chest with a knife. They broke my ankle hence the crutch. Gave me a shiner. And a few other minor injuries that I can’t fix.” Spot sighed.

“ Well come on. Into the bathroom. I’m gunna fix that ankle first Bc that’s the worst injury I know of. Then we’ll work on your face. “ you nodded your head in agreement. He wrapped your ankle and put a stick on it in place of a splint. Before moving on to the face he had you walk to make sure your could stand. Seeing that you could be moved in to your face. There was nothin he could do about yo ur shiner but he did fix you lip. Kinda. It was still a little swollen but he told you to give the lip time. He moved your hair out of the way trying to scrub your face and he noticed marks that were no doubt made by brass knuckles. . You didn’t tell anyone bout that one.

“ And what is this? Let me guess. Delancys. “ You didn’t say nothin.

“ Well that could leave a permanent mark. I need ya to let me touch them. Can ya do that? Am I allowed to touch it?” You wanted to say no. But you also wanted it fixed. “ I guess. “

He started gently rubbing a wash cloth over the marks causing you to inhale sharply. “ On second thoughts just leave it alone. “

“ Y/N I mean Striker I know it hurts. I got beat by brass knuckles once. But if you want it to heal you need to let me fix them. I’m gunna go slow and run some water over it. “ as he ran the water over it the pain started to go away. In a matter of minutes he stopped. “ Ok striker do you need me to do anything else?” You did. You needed your back fixed. You don’t know what they hit you with from behind last night but it hurt. But it could also be your marks from the refuge and your parents. And you didn’t want anyone to see them. “ No, you need to get back to Brooklyn. I can fix the rest myself. “

“ ya sure?” He asked. He knew there was more injuries but he didn’t want to push ya. And you was right about needing to get back to Brooklyn.

“ Ya. Thanks spot. Here, take this“ you gave him part the bread from breakfast. He took it and went on his way. You heard him say somthin the the newsies as he left. But you didn’t know what that was. You came out of the bathroom and climbed back up to jacks penthouse. He surprisingly not up there. You didn’t know when you fell asleep up there but when you woke up it was morning. When you woke up your shirt was off so you could your wraps. You always slept in your wraps and ya pants. The boys knew this. And they didn’t mind.

“ Ah. Your awake. “ Jack called out. “ I saw your back was bleeding through your wraps. I thought Spot And Smalls Patched you up?”

“ They did. But only where I told thems. “ you responded.

“ So why is your back bleeding and why didn’t you tell no one about it?”

“ Because Jack. I don’t want no one seein my back. It’s a disaster of scars. Some from the refuge. Some from my folks. “ the rooftop went dead silent.

“ I’m sorry. Do you want anyone specific to help patch them up today because there is no way we is leavin you alone. “

“ It doesn’t matter who stays. As long as they can keep a secret. “

“ Ok. I’ll go tell the fellas that I’m stayin home from work today. “

“ Jack you are the best seller. You can’t!”

“Striker yes I can. Do ya want any of the others fellas to know about this. Do you think any of them can keep a secret. Do you think any of them make enough money that they can miss a days pay. I’m stayin with you.“ Jack kisses your head to which you pulled back. He looked confused. That’s when you pushed up your hair and revealed your beat up forehead.

“ Anything else you wanna tell me?” He started making his way back to his side of the penthouse to get some rags for your back when you blurted out “ Jojo is adopted. My parents adopted him to replace me. And then we left them when he found out what they did to me. That’s why the Delancys beat me up. For leaving the family. “ Jack froze. He stammered. “ Wait. This means that your a-“

“ Delancy. Yes. Y/N Delancy. But they ain’t my family. I got no family. The only person besides Jojo that knows is Smalls. . “

“ Wow. Well come here. Let me clean your back off. “ you halfway undid your wraps so that your back was showing but your front wasn’t. The rough washcloth stung as it ran up and down your back. “Jack. Your not mad at me. Are ya?” He was silent. Then he spoke. “ No Striker I ain’t mad at you. Mad at your brothers yes. Mad at your parents for treating ya like this. Yes. Mad that someone as sweet as you had to go through this. Hell Yes. But your tough as nails. “ That last part made you smile. Jack finished fixing you up help you redo your wrap. “ Your going to get better Striker. This WILL heal. How about we go to Central Park just to get ya outside. No papes. Just to be outside.” You could tell it wasn’t a question and more of a command. So you went to Central Park and spent the day there. A nice lady gave you a quarter. You don’t know why. It was getting dark and you and Jack decided to head back to the lodging house. When ya got back to the lodging house the rest of the newsies welcomed ya in. That’s when ya realized that ya had a family. And in the family there were no secrets. So after dinner ya told the newsies the entire story. There was no way that the newsies were every leavin you and Jojo alone again.

That’s is I hope ya liked it.

#newsies #jack kelly #les jacobs #davey jacobs #jojo fanart #racetrack higgins #sprace #spot conlon #albert dasilva #elmer kasprzak #smalls newsies #newsies broadway #brooklyn newsies

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weloveharrypotter · 3 years

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I Love You Pt. 2

Pairing: Draco x gryffindor!reader, Harry x gryffindor!reader

Summary: it’s now the next day at Hogsmede and it’s time to confront Draco, and tell the others

Warnings: Swearing, this is a series, break up/ heartbreak

Y/n and the golden trio were making their way down to the Hogsmede village.

“Bloody hell I’m happy to be away from that place.” Ron said.

“School’s not that bad Ron.” Hermione said.

“Says the smart girl who’s passing all of her class with flying colors.” Y/n replied earning a chuckle from Harry.

Once the trio and Y/n got to Hogsmede they started to make their way to The Three Broomsticks. As they were about to walk in Y/n spotted Draco.

“Hey guys, I’ll be there in a minute.” Y/n said.

“Ok. What are you going to do?” Hermione asked.

“I’ll tell you later.” Y/n replied before the trio nodded and walked in.

Y/n turned and started to follow Draco. She did this for a couple minutes before he turned a corner. She turned the same way and stopped when she no longer saw him.

Suddenly she was pulled into an alley between two shops. Y/n immediately started to fight against it.

“Hey, stop.” She heard Draco say. She turned and saw Draco, and stoped fighting. After a moment she ripped her arm out of his grasp.

“We need to talk.” Draco said.

“Yeah we do.” Y/n agreed.

“I’m sorry, I was angry and-.” “Stop, Draco.” Y/n said cutting him off.

“That’s not the only time you’ve said something like that. And, Draco, I can’t keep doing it. I can’t keep letting you hurt me like this.” Y/n said.

“Please, no.” Draco begged when he caught on to what is going to come next.

“I can’t be with you if you don’t care.” She said.

“I do care! I swear on everything I have and ever will have, I care! Ok? I need you, please don’t leave.” Draco said.

“No you don’t. Or else you wouldn’t have said what you said last night. Or every other horrible thing you’ve said when you get annoyed. If you cared, you would’ve comforted me, and not snapped.” Y/n said.

“Please don’t. Y/n please! I’ll change! I work on myself! I’ll do whatever you want or need me to do!” Draco choked out.

“We’re over Draco. I can’t be with you if this is how it’s always going to be.” Y/n said with tears streaming down her face. Before Draco could say something she turned away and left.

As she walked away she heard Draco calling after her. She ignored it as she made her way back to The Three Broomsticks.

Once Y/n finally got back to The Three Broomsticks she rushed in. She immediately spotted the trio and rushed over.

She sat down and immediately Harry and Hermione took notice of her crying. However, Ron was too infatuated with his food to notice.

“What’s wrong what happened?” Hermione asked as her and Harry scooted on either side of her. That’s when Ron finally looked up and took notice.

Y/n looked to Harry and he nodded.

“I-I broke up with Draco.” Y/n explained.

“About bloody time.” Ron said. After that came out Hermione shot him a death glare. “I- I mean. What happened. Did he hurt you?” Ron asked getting protective.

“You should tell them.” Harry said.

“Tell us what?” Hermione asked.

Y/n took a deep breath before explained what happened. From Draco’s passion for them to be a secret, to him saying tons and tons of horrible things.

Hermione was holding her tighter than before and rubbing her arm comfortly. Harry had his hand on her thigh and was rubbing his thumb against the top of her thigh comfortingly.

Both Ron and Harry were visably angry.

“I should beat the bloody idiot.” Harry said.

“I’ll help.” Ron agreed.

“Brilliant.” Harry said sounding like they were actually planning it.

Y/n chuckled at the boys’ behavior. It was nice to see they had her back, but she couldn’t let them get in trouble because of her.

“Thanks for being protective but you can’t.” Y/n chuckled before she sniffled.

“Why the bloody arse hole deserves it.” Ron replied.

“Maybe, but im not going to let you guys get in trouble.” Y/n replied. There was a moment of silence.

“What we’re you doing sneaking off to his room anyway? Why did you need comfort?” Hermione asked. Harry gave her a comforting squeeze reminding her he’s still there if she need him.

“I got an owl from my parents. They told me to stop coming home.” Y/n explained.

“So on top of my break up, I have no where to go for Christmas. Hell even over the summer.” Y/n explained letting a tear slip.

Immediately Harry whipped it away, and wrapped is arm around her.

“You can come to the burrow.” Ron offered.

“Are you sure? I mean I don’t want to intrude-.” “You won’t. My mom loves all of my friends, and she sure as hell would love you. Who knows you might even get a famous weasley sweater.” Ron said cutting her off.

Y/n smiled at what Ron had said.

“If it’s not to much trouble, than yeah... I’d love to go.” Y/n replied.

“Good. I’ll owl my mum tonight and tell her.” Ron informed.

“What does she like? I mean if she’s gunna let me into her home I feel like I should get her something.” Y/n asked.

“I can promise you she doesn’t want you to get her anything. She’ll just be happy to have you.” Ron said.

Hermione and Harry snuggled into her and Y/n enjoyed the comfort. And god she couldn’t wait for Christmas to role around.

She just needed a distraction. Something to make her happy. And what better to do that by going to the burrow... with her real family.

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There will be more parts but for right now I hope you enjoyed this one. Also as of right now requests are still open. 😊

#hermione granger #hermione x reader #ron weasley #ron x reader #harry potter #harry x reader #draco malfoy #draco x reader #hogwarts #hogsmeade #breakup #comfortcore #christmas #angst

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kunoichi-ume · 3 years

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I want to know about these Original works. TornJak, NordpoldenPrue, and Zenios unnamed story.

I am fairly sure I’ve mentioned all of these to you but it’s been a while for sure.

Tornjak my attempt to write a military badass romance like I’ve been reading by the dozens recently. Most of what I have is a single mother trying to tell her ex what she thinks of him and getting the wrong number. Other than plotting character names and some details this is most of what I have for that one, but I love that opening.

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You’re such an asshole.

Drew Barnett couldn’t tear his eyes away from the text that had just come through on his phone. One minute he was leaning back in his chair watching Chris crash and burn as he tried to talk the leggy blonde playing pool with her friends in to giving him the time of day. The next his phone vibrated in his pocket and he found the most confusing text he had ever received.

It wasn’t that he had never been called an asshole before, it wasn’t even the first time someone had called him one today. But this was, as far as he could tell, unsolicited. It wasn’t a number in his contacts, though the area code was local. Even that wasn’t what caught his attention and kept him from dismissing it as a wrong number to ignore.

It was the grammar. No text speech, “you’re’” instead of “UR”, “an” instead of “a”. Hell most people who insulted him just threw the word “asshole” or “bastard” around, no concerns about proper grammar. Hell, whoever this was even used punctuation, who did that in a text message? No one Drew knew. His sister texted him more than anyone else and half of what she said was emojis.

A roar of laughter from his table made Drew look up in time to see Chris drop back into his chair, a pained grimace on his face.

“She turn you away with your tail between your legs?” Tony asked, pushing a fresh drink toward their friend as the rest of the group continued to laugh good naturedly.

Snagging the beer and taking a generous pull, Chris took his sweet time before answering. “I don’t know, do you think having a date tomorrow night counts?”

That stopped the laughter in its tracks and Chetan cursed under his breath. “Only you could have a woman glare at you like that and walk away with a date.”

Chris shrugged. “What can I say, the ladies can’t resist Gold.”

Drew groaned at the terrible pun. Chris’ full name was Christopher James Golden earning him the inevitable nickname of “Gold”. Looking back down at his phone he decided his curiosity was too much to resist and quickly shot a response back.

Think ya have a wrong number

Drew had barely turned back to his drink before his phone buzzed again.

Shit, this isn’t Todd’s number?

He almost laughed at her tone, somehow sure the message came from a woman. He had nothing to back that up except the feeling in his gut but he had learned a long time ago to trust his instincts. Suddenly he was far more interested in his anonymous contact than the playful argument he had vaguely noticed starting.

Nah, Im Drew

I’d apologize but I bet you’re an asshole too.

The response was so quick Drew could almost imagine her huffing to cover her surprise. He smiled.Not gunna give me the benefit of the doubt?Not today, I’ll probably feel guilty about it tomorrow though.

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Nordpolden is a Chrismas themed adventure at the North Pole, featuring one of Santa’s elves and the Reindeer shifter that she catches the eye of. This one is super rough, just the base idea and the start of the first scene with the elf woman Juniper.

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Juniper wiggled her hips to the music filling the shop as she draped yet another garland over the cross beams high above her head. Normally the job would call for a ladder, but as a highly acrophobic elf there wasn’t enough holiday hazard pay to get her up there.

Instead she had wrapped the end of the garland around a ball and thrown it up and over the wooden beam. It wasn’t the neatest method, bits of shiny tinsel raining down around her, but as long as she tidied when she was done Frank wouldn’t have anything to complain about. Not that he was likely to this time of year, Christmas in Nordpolen brought out the best in all of them.

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Prue and Zenios is one of my attempts for SciFi romance - woman abducted and working in a toxic mine of some sort on the assend of the galaxy and the (possibly grumpy?) soldier who saves her...

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The shuttle lurched into movement, sending the crowd of bodies swaying as they fought to keep their feet. Prue braced herself against the wall, another reason she always found a solid surface to press her back into. It wasn’t a long trip to the mines, just enough time to work up her nerve to face another day and observe her surroundings. She honestly had no idea how much time had passed since she was taken from her home but even now she carried a sliver of hope that someday she might be able to escape.

Not that she knew where she would go, if it was possible to get home, or if anyone in the galaxy would be sympathetic to her troubles.

In her old life, Prue had read countless books about humans interacting with other life in the universe. In some humans were rare, protected and valued. Some times as allies, other times as possessions. Other stories were considered little better than pets, not even good enough for pleasure worlds. Reality was one she had never seen in her cheap, vicariously entertaining stories. In the grand scheme of things humans were just… there. No one paid her any mind for her race, neither expecting stupidity or greatness. Somehow the universe at large had done what all the history of Earth couldn’t - complete equality in regards to the rights and treatment of all people. Case in point, the being slouched next to her was silver skinned being with the remnants of wings sticking out of his back and long, iridescent hair that shifted color with the smallest movement of light. She had no idea what his people were called, but knew that the leader of the Grand Galactic Coalition was the same race.

If being a tall, beautiful being hadn’t saved him from slavery, what hope was there for a lone human? It was a thought she’d had before, one that haunted her waking and sleeping hours, but as the shuttle shuddered again as it landed Prue realized something. For the first time that question had crossed her mind she didn’t care, better dead and free than spending the rest of her days mining gemstones and raw materials for some faceless boss that claimed she was his property - Prudence Walker belonged to no one and someday she would prove it.

#WIP Game #Original Writing #My writing #I need to work on these more #I forgot how much I like Pure #cinlat

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atomic-taco-muffin · 3 years

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ALL thought left her mind as her vision blacked out, and the coil EXPLODED within her making her scream his name like a prayer. Her walls clenching around his dick became too much for him, a few final brutal thrusts and he came deep inside her painting her walls with his seed.

She knew then was that her fate, while different than what she thought it would be at the beginning of the night, was most certainly sealed. Honestly, she couldn’t bring herself to care, and that thought in and of itself was FREEING.

Six Weeks Later

“You ready for this babe?” Xigbar said in her ear as he came up behind her as she watched the ferry approaching carrying two VERY important ‘guests’. He wrapped his arms securely around her waist, and gently kissed her neck. “Once we start there’s no going back.”

“Yes.” She said turning around in his arms to reach up and kiss him soundly. “I’m ready to be free.”

“That’s my girl~” he purred.

The two guests turned out to be her parents. Lured there with the sudden ‘engagement’ announcement letting them know that their daughter would be marrying a VERY wealthy man with his own island. Of course with that kind of news how could they possibly pass up a chance for what they thought was an all expenses paid trip to a private island getaway, to watch the daughter they had despised, and resented since she was born, be married to their new cash cow. Or so they thought…

The day was spent with the couple ‘greeting’ the parents and introducing them to Xigbar, and a ‘tour’ of the island. “Couldn’t get a rich man your own age?” Her mother quipped to her not as quietly as she maybe thought she was.

“At least he’s loaded. Though not much to look at is he. Oh well, you’ll be out of our hair soon enough.” Her father interjected.

‘Oh you have no idea.’Xigbar and Y/N thought simultaneously as they caught each other’s gaze, and smiled wickedly.

Then, just as Xigbar had with Y/N two weeks prior, at sundown the games begun. This time, Xigbar and Y/N watched front row center as her father fell into the trap in the garden that his daughter had evaded, and got his arm literally torn completely off from it’s socket. Xigbar grabbed her mother who had tried to lunge for her daughter, and took a knife to her throat as Y/N laughed in maniacal glee.

“You were right Xig! This is WAY more fun than just watching ‘em burn!” She cackled as she stomped on the bleeding stump where her father’s arm used to be relishing in hearing HIS screams for once.

“Toldya Babydoll! This way? WAY more satisfying!” He said as he pushed her mother HARD to the ground at her daughter’s feet. He took Y/N by the hand, and led her to a small garden table that was covered in a cloth. He removed the cloth to reveal a shiny new RAZOR SHARP axe. He picked it up with both hands, and gently placed it into her hands. “This is it baby. Just remember. It’s just you. Just me. No one else exists.” He said as he kissed her soundly.

“Just me. Just you.” She repeated with a beaming smile.

“Oh! One more thing!” He replied as he turned to her parents. “ALRIGHT ASSHOLES PAY ATTENTION!!! CAUSE GODDAMN IT YOUR GUNNA SEE YOUR DAUGHTER HAPPY BEFORE YOU BOTH DIE AN EXCRUCIATING DEATH!” He shouted at them before turning back to her, and reaching in his pocket to pull out a tiny black box. Opening it revealed a gorgeous wedding ring causing her to loudly gasp.

“Xigbar.” She whispered in astonishment.

“I ain’t into the idea of marriage and weddings cause y’know they could lead to THAT” he said throwing a dirty scowl at her parents. “But I wanted these fuckers to see the evidence that you are HAPPY with me… Y’know despite all the murder. So babe. You mine for good or what?”

“YES! YES I’M YOURS FOR GOOD!” She squealed as she threw her arm around his neck, and kissed him to within an inch of his life.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” The mother screeched. “Of course a complete FUCK UP like you would end up with a serial killer!”

“That’s right~” he purred “She IS with a serial killer! But the way WE see it? You’ve been living on borrowed time.” He said as he stalked his way over to the husband, who is so VERY clearly in shock, and stomps down on his gut getting a pained yelp from the bleeding man, and then looking the mother down with an insane glint in his eye. “That night you shoulda BURNED, but tonight,” he cackles. “Tonight your gunna BLEED!”

As Xigbar talked, Y/N slowly approached her mother, kicked her in the neck, and held her down with a foot to her throat. “Times up Mama.” She simply said as she raised the axe far above her head, and brought it down for the first strike on her abdomen. Blood immediately flying upon impact after impact, the mother’s horrified and pained screams filling the night air combining with her daughter’s laughter. Strike after strike was blown, more and more blood flew, and eventually the mother went into shock.

“That’s it Babydoll! A few more strikes like that and we’ll have ourselves a little vivisection!” Xigbar crowd as he made the father watch.

And he was right. Three more good swings and he mother’s lower half separated from her upper half, and her last breathe rattled through her lifeless corpse. Y/N slumped her shoulders in exhaustion, and relief. A mother was supposed to protect her child with everything they have, uplift them when they need it, but not her mother. She not only stood by whenever her father drunkenly beat Y/N to within an inch of her life, sometimes so much worse than a beating, and she’d join in. Never a kind or loving word was ever given to her by her mother, and maybe that’s way she had to be the first to go. For her heinous grievances her mother now paid for it with her miserable life. This sudden realization caused Y/N to shake with insane laughter.

“Alright babe you don’t get all the fun.” Xigbar said as he dug his heel into the bleeding stump where her father’s arm should be. “So, axe ‘im? Electrocute ‘im? Or crocodile pit?”

“Crocodile pit?!” She said as her head shot up and eyes wide.

“Oh baby I have SO much to teach you!”

It's all of the horror animes that I've watched combined into one. I LOVE IT!

is danganronpa considered a horror anime?

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ashadowbyanyothername · 4 years

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Late night stumbling

He didn’t know how long he wound up staying at that small, 24-hour bar, but Shadow indulged more than a ‘little bit’ after he finished his jog. He figured, why not, he deserves to treat himself right? Right.

The barkeep didn’t seem to mind, but the moment the darker hedgehog walked into his establishment, he didn’t exactly have a keen eye for him. Money’s money though, and he didn’t care whether or not this punk drank himself stupid or even better- dead. It wasn’t just him thinking this either, anyone who payed half a second of attention to the news knew of this guy. Worked for Eggman, tried to destroy everyone, tried to destroy their Heroes. And now, after that was all said and done, he’s.. back again? Pronouncing around with Sonic like they’re teammates. No one could believe it, and plenty of people were mad. The barkeep himself figured this was some sorta brainwashing scheme, but. Well, its not like any common folk could do anything about it except watch on in horror or hatred, namely both. If he could, he’d poison the damned hedgehog.

But, he does the next best thing, and just kicks him out once he’s fed up looking at his face.

Shadow, thankfully, doesn’t put up much of a fuss. He’s too fuzzy in the head to anyways. So he stumbles out, unsteady on his feet, but still able to keep from falling right over. Or well, that’s the hope at least. He yawns, rubbing his eyes tiredly... what time was it? Mm.. he should go back home and just pass out, that’d be good right about now.

He puts his hands behind his head and walks unevenly, with an uncharacteristically goofy grin on his flushed face. Ooh, he better not let himself indulge too often, lest he gain an addiction.. or, well, would it even be a big deal? He’s just having a good time, its not like no one’s getting hurt.. besides, isn’t he like, immortal? Or.. whatever Sonic said to him, he cant really remem-

THUD-!

“Hrghk!...Ghuh..” Shadow squeezes his eyes shut for a moment before opening them back up bleary. Everything’s.. sideways, wait what just-

He feels his quills being pulled from behind him, forcing his head up from the ground, just barely able to make out someone squatting in front of them.

“Youse really though we were all gunna jus’ letcha run round town? Like ye owned the place? Listen, we ain’t know what yer plannin, but we Dont like it.”

“Heheheh! Yeah! C’mon, c’mon, can I already?”

Shadow doesn’t hear any verbal response, but the next thing he knows- his head is being slammed repeatedly into the concrete. Hahhh, well, immortal or not, that was painful. He tries to scramble up, but someone much larger than him is easily keeping him pinned to the ground. His finger tips claw at the ground frantically, wearing down his barely visible claws.

It hurt, it HURT-

STOP-

“Oi! Can- can, hahahh. Hows about we take a little, souvenir? Right? I mean, we’re gonna be heroes! Right?!”

“Shut it, I heard ya the first time! If youse wanna, go ahead, I ain’t gonna stop ya. Carve ‘im up good!”

The talking stops and is replaced by laughter, and for a moment Shadow gets a brief moment of peace from his face being repeatedly slammed into the ground. Hfff, hff... He tastes blood in his mouth, one of his eyes stings too bad to open, and his world is spinning so badly he can’t see straight anymore. Was- is it over? He moves his arms under him to try and push himself up, but he’s roughly shoved back down, and-

“Hhe.. hey, what... what’re....” “SHUT IT!”

Shadow winces as he’s yelled straight into his ear, his ear which is. Being very firmly held by the brute above him. “Hehehehhh, ohh, yer gonna feel this. I hope that stupid face of yers finally lets out a good scream.”

He tries to process what exactly is happening, and then it happens. Sharpness cuts partway through his ear, attempting to sever it from his head. For a split second he can hardly even react, that is, till a scream is ripped from his throat.

Panic and Fear cuts through him like the knife against his ear and out of instinct the chaos energy within him wells up, fueled by fear and pain.

A blast of energy spreads outwards from him, slamming his captors into nearby walls, rendering them swiftly unconscious. The threat is neutralized, but his panic isn't, and neither is the build up of chaos energy in his body. He scrambles up onto all fours and before even he knows what he’s doing, he takes off running, only to disappear entirely a few meters away.

#;in the life of (drabbles)#(tl;dr: Shadow got fucked up cause i felt like it hsdfjhdfs)#;assult #;injury #;alcohol #(aand ask to tag just in case??)

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Vecchia Fiamma (I)

Napoli, 2006. The night Alex met Miles.

(II)

The lights were lower than expected, the darkness offering no comfort, no contrast to the breeze that had chilled him in the streets. It was beyond midnight now, the early morning hours now reminding him that it had been a while since he’d gone to another club at this time, that usually by now he would be at home, or someone else’s home, or at least knew who he was going to spend the following hours with.

The music that filled the darkness of the establishment was surprisingly slow, and surprisingly, Miles didn’t mind. He was picking specs of glitter from his tight black suit, traces that the dancer had left mere moments ago. His eyes were still glued to her, the way she bewitched most men that had gathered close to her, the way she shook her hair and spun from the pole, teased one of her spectators by leaning down right in front of him, stealing his cigarette for a slow drag before demonstrating yet again the power she held even in her position.

Miles crossed his legs, took a drag from his own cigarette before leaning forward and crushing it in the ashtray that had even within the few minutes they had been here filled up already. Once again, he allowed his gaze to wander, wondered for a moment if he should call the dancer back, should offer to take her home, then his thoughts were interrupted.

“Fancy another dance, Miles?”

He turned his head, a small sigh falling from his lips as he looked back at his friend, shaking his head. “Fink I’m good for now” he shrugged. “Joost considerin’ me options.”

“Are you sure?”

Miles smiled, pursing his lips before nodding, a larger smile spreading across his face and he waved off the concern with a flick of his wrist. “I’m alreyht, Luca” he chuckled.

“What about her?”

He followed his friends gaze, focused his own on a blonde stood leaning forward over the bar, her body clad in a tight satin dress, her head nodding to the slow beat that had blended into the background and Miles found his attention drawn away when Luca pointed out a man dressed in a white suit, dirty blond and displaying much more of his chest and arms than necessary.

“Or him?”

Miles pondered the thought, figured it would be simple to convince either, he even wondered if he would get too bored going home by himself soon. Without passing judgement verbally yet, he lifted his hand to stop one of the dancers that were serving the guests when all poles were occupied, but froze mid-wave, as the girl had already turned away, her hips swaying as she approached another man at the far end of the bar.

Miles shifted in his seat, scratched absently at his stubble. “Or wha’ about…” He nodded into the direction of the man with the dark hair, his body clad in a tight suit, black and pinstriped and accentuating his most prominent features. “'im?”

Luca’s eyes widened and he leaned closer to him, none of their other friends having noticed the exchange. “No.”

Miles looked away from the man at the bar reluctantly, the way he took a slow sip of his drink as the girl served him, seemed to know exactly what he wanted without him needing to tell her. “Wha’?”

“Miles, you can’t.”

“Yeh ever seen meh bein’ rejected?”

“If you go over there, that’ll be the least of your problems” Luca chuckled, shaking his head and taking a sip of his own drink. “No, Miles-…” He tensed as he watched his friend down the rest of his drink, identified the sparkle in his eyes. “You’re gonna get us kicked out, that’s-…”

Miles paused, looked back and forth between the bar and his own table, raising an eyebrow.

“That’s Alexander Turner. David Turner’s son.”

“And why would tha’ stop meh?”

Luca shook his head. “He doesn’t do … men. He’s … do you see his security? You’ll get thrown out, alright? Or worse…”

Miles wiggled his eyebrows, now rising to his feet with determination, the decision final in his mind. He raked his fingers through his short hair, adjusted his rings and fixed his collar. “Well, tha’ sounds like sumfin’ I can’t miss.”

Whisky after whisky had not allowed Alexander to forget about the argument that had happened mere hours before, if anything, it had made him more tired and more determined to drink the night away. Going home meant facing his mother, facing his sister, both sent by his father to truly demonstrate that he had disappointed his family. He was more frustrated because of their false judgement than he was convinced he had made a mistake, the anger the frustration had fuelled blurring with the bitterness and the cloudy daze the whisky had offered.

The glass felt cold pressed to the heat of his palm, the sound of his rings against it irritating him even at its minimum. He’d almost finished another glass when his attention was occupied from the corner of his eye and before he knew, there was a hand on his shoulder, a slight squeeze and he was surrounded by a heavy cloud of floral perfume, suggesting one of the dancers had come close to him but instead, his gaze lifted and looked right into the eyes of a man that was slightly taller than him, several gold necklaces dangling from his neck to cover the skin his shirt offered a clear view of.

“Buona sera, bello.”

His shoulder was tense and despite the influence, the blur on his mind, he could think clearly, could not possibly fathom how a stranger would approach him this way, blinking back at him slowly, once, twice, clearing his throat and he shifted back slightly. “Scusi?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. Despite his attempt to create distance, the other man was still abnormally close to him.

Miles chuckled, his spirits reignited by the challenge. “Can I buy ya a drink?”

Despite his evident irritation, he was curious nonetheless, tense as he stayed on guard and glanced over to Matthew to ensure his safety before he began nodding slowly, welcomed the unexpected distraction, knew he could not leave the man’s motives unexplored. He stretched his top lip, swallowing. “Impress meh.”

A smile played around Miles’ lips, his gaze wandering from the sharp jaw to the darkness of his eyes, the way his fingers were clenched around his glass and his shoulder remained tense under his touch. He let go, turning to the bartender. “Scusi? Wha’ are the chances of gettin’ a Platinum Passion for this stunner reyht ‘ere?”

Despite his reluctance to give the man the satisfaction of getting away with the way he had so inappropriately approached him, he tilted his head curiously, his undeniable way of impressing him prevailing the nerve of discarding who he was. “Yeh kno’ yehr liquor.”

Miles cackled. “Kno’ quite a few fings I can show ya.”

Alex pressed his lips together, nodding slowly in disbelief. “Yeh 'ave no idea who I am, do yeh?” He asked, found himself increasingly amused.

“I 'eard this is ya club, bello” Miles shrugged, licking his lips. “I 'eard of ya.”

He didn’t allow the surprise to be evident in his features, his interest fuelled even further as he could not comprehend how especially someone that did know him would dare the way he was being spoken to. “Are yeh gunna compliment meh on me dancers then?” He asked, letting his gaze wander to the poles in the centre of the room.

Without taking his eyes off him, Miles shook his head, chuckling. “I’ll compliment ya on ya bum, bello.”

“Scusi?”

Miles smirked, immensely satisfied with the way he had broken the pokerface, had prompted a reaction he knew the other man had not rehearsed. “Like a juiceh peach.”

Alex pursed his lips in an attempt to hide the way he had been caught off guard, resisted the urge to lower his gaze and instead stared right back, his lip twitching and he could feel the heat in his cheeks. “Never 'eard tha’ one before” he drawled.

With another smirk, a quick wink, Miles stuck out his hand, licking his lips. “Miles Kane.”

There was no way to wipe his palm so he hoped the glass had cooled the heat as he shook his hand, his jaw slightly tense. “Y'kno’ who I am.”

Miles cackled. He could tell by the way Alexander’s gaze wasn’t entirely steady, by the slight slur in his words that the alcohol had affected him more than he realised and he wondered how long he’d been sat there, looking out across his own kingdom. “I do.” He couldn’t resist once again to touch him, to drag his hand up his arm, the tight fabric of his suit not concealing much of his bicep. “D'ya work out teh relax after workin’?” He asked.

Although the sudden touch came unexpected, it didn’t make him flinch this time, he had at least regained some sort of control, grateful for the distraction of his drink being set down in front of him and he nodded slowly, despite the strange exchange unable to suppress the sense of flattery he felt. “Are yeh not drinkin’?” He drawled, raising an eyebrow.

“A white wine spritzer for meh, luv” Miles said, smiling at the bartender, yet merely taking his eyes off Alexander for a split second. “As ya wish.”

The sense of suspicion and uncertainty had been overshadowed now, there was no suggestion of danger and he reveled in the offer of undivided attention focused entirely on him, found himself shifting uncomfortably when Miles’ hand moved from his arm to grab his glass instead, taking a slow sip and momentarily closing his eyes.

“Is ya work as stressful as one would fink?”

Alex tensed, taking a slow sip from the drink he had not chosen for himself in a very long time, savoring the sweetness of it contrasting the bitterness of the whisky. “Why’re yeh askin’?” He drawled.

Miles’ eyes widened. “Joost 'eard ya conduct business well, tha’s all” he shrugged. “Ya 'ave so mooch power, eh?”

The sheer disrespect that had originally irritated him had been replaced entirely by the flattery and appreciation he was now offered in a way he was not used to and he nodded slowly, unable to help a small smile as he sipped on his drink again before busying himself drawing a cigarette from the pack in front of him and placing it between his lips.

“Let meh get tha’ for ya, bello.”

Alexander watched as the flame danced across Miles’ face, flickering and accentuating his features, his gaze still locked on his as he drew the cigarette from his lips and blew the smoke into the air. He observed as he then proceeded to light his own, his chest rising and falling as he took a deep drag, a relaxation spreading across his face that made him wish he felt the same, yet instead he was unsettled by the strange sense of unease that was in no correlation with the comfort he felt as the tension slowly left him. He followed the movements of Miles’ heavily jewelled hands with his eyes to distract himself, noticed the way he pursed his lips around the cigarette, then his face was once more lit up by a smile that reached from one ear to the other effortlessly.

The moment he opened his eyes again, stared no longer into Alex’s, he focused on his fingers, the way they were still wound tightly around the glass, the cigarette trapped between his fingers. “Got good 'ands, dun’t ya?”

Alex was snapped out of it instantly, raising an eyebrow. “Wha’?” He asked, unable to look back into his eyes.

“Are ya good wif 'em?”

His eyes narrowed, his lip twitching and he stretched it slowly before stretching his fingers, the cigarette trapped momentarily between his lips before he took another drag. “I do play the piano” he stated dryly.

“D'ya play this?” Miles asked, sitting down and shuffling closer with the high barstool, his thigh tense as he held himself up before he shifted and sat comfortably against the velvet red cushion on top.

Alex followed the vague gesture of his hand up to the speakers, the corners of his mouth tugging upward. “Puccini, yeh” he drawled in a desperate attempt to maintain his expression of indifference despite the excitement he felt due to the recognition.

Miles cackled, nodding eagerly. “Bloodeh brilliant. Wha’ else d'ya play? Well, 'n listen teh?”

“Vivaldi.”

He nodded knowingly. “Tha’s reyht” he smirked, his palm grazing Alex’s thigh momentarily and he instantly felt the firmness underneath, the tension returning.

Alexander forced himself to look away, swallowing hard in a way that made his adam’s apple strain visibly, frustrated as well as angered by his own reaction.

“Oh, tha’s a fookin’ nice suit, innit?” Miles said, his eyes wide with excitement as he brushed his flat hand over the soft material that was tight on Alexander’s thigh.

His instinct was fuelling an urge to push him away, to alert his security, to react the way he would have reacted with any other stranger that disrespected him this way, discarded who he was completely and yet, he merely rose to his feet, pursing his lips in an attempt to maintain his composure yet again, yet caught himself not satisfied with the way the perfume had faded.

Alex’s heart missed a beat as Miles rose to his feet as well, his head spinning with anger that he somehow hoped he would touch him again and then the warmth of his long fingers was at his throat as he toyed shamelessly with the chain around his neck.

“This real gold, bello?”

It was the second question he left unanswered, licking his lips, comforted instantly by the scent that surrounded him again, the hair at his neck rising up when he felt Miles’ hand move from his chain to brush through his hair to move it from where it had fallen over his forehead and to his own surprise, although he should have known by now, the touch was not threatening, was despite the sudden impact gentle, slow.

“Yeh’re so pretteh, darlin’.”

Alex breathed out shakily, before he knew he was tilting his head into Miles’ hand, the words threatening to break his poise, tugging at the corners of his lips before they curled into an inevitable smile.

Miles felt an ache in the pit of his stomach, had been tempted before, but in comparison to his eagerness when he saw Alexander’s genuine smile, any attraction beforehand had been mild. “Fook, let meh take ya out of 'ere.” He swallowed, his own eagerness taking over. He cleared his throat when he sensed the huskiness and the depth of it. “Let’s go sumwhere more private, eh, luv?”

Alex raised an eyebrow, unable to trust himself speaking, taking a moment to swallow, to make sure he was composed enough. He wasn’t threatened by Miles, he wasn’t threatened by his words, his offer. He was threatened by the fact that he himself wanted to. “Wha’s in it for meh?” He asked, realised then that Miles had stepped even closer, that Miles’ body was shielding him, stood between him and the rest of the club and he didn’t flinch when his hand sprawled out over his ass.

For a moment, Alex didn’t realise he was holding his breath, exhaled shakily and held his gaze, shifting backwards slightly, unsettled by how far Miles was willing to go, how far he was pushing it despite the awareness of who he was dealing with, dared more than anyone Alex had ever experienced in his presence.

“The time of ya fookin’ life” Miles cackled, wiggling his eyebrows. “I’ll make ya a nice drink, sweet'eart” he coaxed. “Can make ya feel better than ya 'ave ever felt before.” A smile was playing around his lips as he spoke, irresistible. “Come back t'mine and I’ll 'elp ya unwind.” His other hand was now flat against his chest, smoothing down the material of Alex’s shirt. “Promise ya.”

Even he knew he was bordering dangerous territory now, the reluctance on Alexander’s face as evident as the curiosity and he held his own breath, knew he was unprepared despite his awareness if he pushed it too far. “Say the word 'n I’ll take ya 'ome.” He tilted his head to the side. “Are ya finkin’ about it?”

Alex swallowed, stretching his lip, refusing to be reduced to something so unfamiliar to him. “A drink, huh?” He drawled, the depth returning to his voice. “Sumfin’ strong? Not gunna disappoint meh?”

Miles chuckled, relieved despite the tension he could feel in Alexander’s entire body. “You’re gunna need sumfin’ strong, luv” he stated. “Gunna beg meh for more when I’m done wif yeh, bello.”

Alexander clenched his fists, hardly managed a nod into the direction of his security to step back slightly. He swallowed yet again in an attempt to get rid of the lump in his throat, left him angry at how he felt so out of touch with himself and yet so stimulated at the same time. “I dun’t beg” he announced, his voice straining as he blinked once, twice.

Miles chuckled knowingly. “'ave ya got a car, darlin’?”

His lip was trembling, the hair stood up at the back of his neck. He was watching Miles’ lips move as he spoke, could no longer deny at least to himself that he was intrigued, tempted, drawn in. He refused to deny it then, had never denied himself anything he wanted, he was Alexander Turner after all. “I’ll 'ave teh bring me securiteh…” He was reluctant as he finally spoke.

“Wha'ever ya need, Al.”

Alex raised an eyebrow. “Weh on nicknames now?” He asked sceptically, defensive.

Miles chuckled. “You can call meh wha'ever ya want, sweet'eart.”

He had chosen to ignore the tease, the suggestion behind the pet names, couldn’t find it in himself to ponder exactly why he had allowed him to get away with them, refused to believe it was because he enjoyed the sentiment. “I’ll … I’m…” He leaned forward, found his movements were beyond his control. “I’m not committin’ teh anehfin’…”

Alex inhaled shakily when Miles once again withdrew his hands, merely reached out to brush his fingers through his hair again. “You’re in control, Al.”

He pressed his lips together, relieved when Miles only stepped back for him to be visible to the rest of the people in the club again after he’d drawn his hand from his hair, his cheeks still flushed with the way he’d leaned into the touch, found himself instantly craving more. Another deep breath and he gave a nod to his security stood close by, then looked back at Miles.

“Lead the way, sexeh.”

With his security before and behind him, Alex headed for the door, tempted to tell himself his head was spinning with booze but it was the excitement of the unknown, the awareness that once in the car, it was all going to be under his control, that no one was watching and he knew that had they stayed at the bar much longer, he would have owned up to his urge, his craving.

Miles smirked as he turned his head slightly when passing his friends, wiggling his eyebrows and giving a quick wink in front of Luca’s direction, the entire group starstruck. Although he had never been rejected, Miles felt a deep sense of satisfaction as he shifted closer to Alexander and placed his hand on his hip the moment they stepped outside, felt the way he relaxed under his touch. “Oh, fookin'ell” he drawled when the two security guards opened the doors for them. “I’ll get used teh this.”

Alex shot him a glare, only reluctantly stepped to the side to climb into the backseat while Miles walked around the car and announced his address, requiring for him to let go. As the doors shut and Matthew and James sat in the front, leaving them alone in an awareness that chilled Alexander more than he would have cared to admit, he stayed sat on his side, close to the door but the moment the engine started and the long car joined the late night traffic, Miles was right there, sat so close to him that he was surrounded by his perfume yet again and could feel his breath tickling his skin.

“Ya can sit wif meh” he drawled, raking his fingers through his hair. “I dun’t bite, Al.”

Alex tensed his jaw to maintain some sort of control, sucking in a breath visibly when Miles’ large hand sprawled out on his thigh, his legs apart far enough for him to let it wander lower, stroke the inside of his thigh and inching upwards slowly, allowing Alex to relax when he moved towards his knee again, then shaking his breath once again as he fell into a rhythm.

Alex could feel sweat gathering at his collarbones, swallowing hard before he lifted his gaze, turned his head, his heartbeat irregular when he was met with the intensity, the wild look in Miles’ eyes.

“D'ya want teh sit in me lap, zucchero?”

Alex breathed in shakily, the heat of Miles’ palm on his thigh, the slow stroke of his skin even through the fabric, it didn’t leave him as unaffected as he’d have expected. In a desperate attempt to demonstrate his control, he held his gaze. “Wha’ are yeh plannin’ teh do teh meh, Miles?”

Miles chuckled, licking his lips. He could tell that the inhibitions were slowly fading, that he was allowing himself to admit that he was intrigued, that subtly, he was asking for more, wanted to know what he was getting into, wanted to be coaxed in, owned, earned. But he wasn’t going to give in that easily with the restraint he could still sense. “Joost wanna see 'ow ya work, Al.”

Alex blinked in disbelief, despite his hopes had expected a response entirely, although he was unsure what that would have entailed and he swallowed, the skin at his throat straining.

“Alexander Turner…” Miles drawled. “Quite sumfin’, eh? Wha’ makes ya unwind, mm, sweet'eart?” He spread his fingers out further, could feel the tension in Alex’s firm thighs, his entire body on edge. “I bet ya like teh tease, eh, bello?” He hummed. “D'ya like teh play games?”

Alex realised then he was holding his breath, but the words ignited a spark within him, the words that he would have expected to fuel him to look away made him lean into the warm touch on his thigh.

Miles smirked at the sparkle, the twinkle of excitement and clear confirmation in the dark brown eyes he had lost himself in back at the club, enticed with how they lit up merely from the simple question he’d posed. He cackled, stroking his fingers through his hair, reveling in the way he leaned into it. “Ya do, dun’t ya?” He smirked. “Ya get off on games, eh?”

Alex bit his lip, holding his gaze as he found himself unable to speak, unable to figure out his own responses to the unfamiliar touches, the unfamiliar attention.

Miles’ touch on his thigh tightened slightly. “I wanna play wif ya so bad, Al…”

Alex cleared his throat, exhaling. “Yeh won’t tell anehbodeh?” He cursed himself instantly for admitting he was ashamed, willed himself to stand by his decision, he was Alexander Turner and he was not going to apologize.

“’s our secret, darlin’, dun’t ya worreh” Miles promised, leaning in to press merely the hint of a kiss on his collarbone, feeling the shiver even on Alex’s warm skin. “I kno’ you’re worried, luv, but ya dun’t 'ave teh worreh 'bout anehfin’ wif meh…”

Impulsively and unable to stop himself, Alex tilted his head back, exposed his neck and realised he was giving, offering Miles better access to him, his chest rising and falling shakily when he felt his lips against his neck, wet, open-mouthed kisses against his throat, his jaw, the sound of them, the warmth and scent that surrounded him leaving him motionless as Miles’ hand traveled up his thigh, spread it further to the side.

“Relax for meh…” Miles whispered. “'ow maneh 'ave ya 'ad?” He asked quietly, his breath against Alex’s neck. “Are ya a rough lover?”

Before he could respond, Alex’s eyes widened as Miles tugged lightly at his hair to angle his neck slightly backwards, drawing a strangled moan from him that lit up Miles’ eyes.

“Like teh beh treated rough yaself?”

Alex’s voice was merely a hint, his breath shaky. “’m … n-not sure…” He swallowed, his mind clouded with lust. “'aven’t realleh…”

Miles hummed, attaching his lips lightly to the base of his throat, sucking just before a bruise would have begun to form.

“Tha’ feels … mmm…”

Miles drew back to look at him. “Fook” he drawled thickly. “I’m gunna 'ave so mooch fun wif ya, Al…”

Alex swallowed hard, blinking, only subconsciously aware of the way Miles was waiting, asking, hoping and he gave a faint nod, his head spinning and his eyes falling shut when Miles’ hand came down to cup his face, to draw him in and pressed his lips to Alex’s.

He kissed him slowly, slightly taken aback when it took mere seconds until he felt himself pulled in by his shirt, hard and rushed and it was Alex that moaned into his mouth and kissed him back harder, demanded more and Miles was only too happy to give what he’d been dying to offer, excited by the evident shift, cackling excitedly before forcing Alex’s lips apart with his own, heated, eager, reveling in the way Alex groaned in response, whimpered at another tug on his hair as he cupped the back of his head and pulled roughly on those soft brown locks, the kiss feverish, the surprise of Alex suddenly pulling back as striking as the way he’d grabbed at him.

Alex was breathless, his head spinning, his chest heaving, his eyes wide as he stared back at Miles, his heart pounding in his chest. The man in front of him was not scared, Alex felt that for the first time, it was him that felt more unsettled by someone than the other person did by him, but there was no fear. Miles remained calm, his own breath slightly irregular, but the playful smirk had not been wiped from his handsome features, his jaw twitching slightly, a twinkle of mischief in his eye and he let go of Alex’s hair, scratched at the stubble of his jaw with his fingertips, his other hand still firmly placed on Alex’s thigh.

“Dun’t ya worreh, bambino” Miles drawled, leaning in to press his lips faintly to Alex’s skin just below his ear, felt him shifting into his touch yet again. “Yeh’re safe in me 'ands.”

Elana helped me so much with this, it was our notes and screenshots back and forth that I wrote this out of, thank you endlessly. This was a bit of fun, I desperately hope it does not take away from the main story, but I was inspired. My first ever Milex. Y’all know this could have a part two.

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Memories (5-?)

A/n: ok so I’m done being all sad and mopey so here’s part five, and if I get sad again just request fluff. This really fluffy and I never expected it go on for 5 chapters.

Paring: Jim Hopper x Daughter! Reader, Nancy x Reader (platonic), Jonathan x reader (platonic), Steve x reader

warnings: bad writing, all over the place, Russians, language, going off canon, fluff, season 3 spoilers.

Tag: @bandsandanimefreak @fortheloveoflamp @naomiiiiiiiiiii04 @addictwithaheavydirtycheetah @daddyuwuss

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Nobody knew what was going to happen next. (Y/n) was on house arrest due to the fact that everyone still thinks she’s dead. Steve still came by the cabin but with groceries, games, the kids, movies, and himself to cheer her up.

The week was passing very slowly for (y/n), all she could do was stay inside draw/paint, watch movies, and practically vegetate on the couch. “Babe? I come baring gifts!” Steve anounced walking through the door with Hopper and the pre-teens rushing in after him holding onto various items. Max and El had new clothes, Lucas had a new wrist rocket, Dustin brought snacks, Mike brought DnD, and Will had a sketch book and piece of paper in his hands.

“Hey whatcha got there?” The girl ask pointing to the paper in Wills hands. “Just a sketch book.” Will smiled sitting down next to her. “I mean the paper silly, let me see it” He handed it over to her. Her eyes went wide as she realized it was the judge saying she was legally alive.

“How does it feel to not be dead anymore?” Dustin teased. “Great, now I can be zombie girl with Will over here.” She nudged his shoulder playfully earning a laugh from said boy. “Don’t go stealing my girl Byers.” Steve warned not so jokingly. A faint smile playing on his lips when she looked at him. A year was definitely too long.

The game of DnD took 10 hours and 13 minutes, El was passed out on Mikes lap, Max was leaning against Lucas, Dustin was slowly closing his eyes, and (y/n) was sitting in Steve’s lap as his arms were wrapped around her waist. “I think it’s time for bed.” Hopper said slowly moving off of his chair to not disturb any of the children. Everyone nodded and took turns changing into their bed clothes for the night.

El was to sleep in her room and have door open all the way (Hopper didn’t want any hanky panky going on while he was sleeping), Mike and the rest could sleep wherever they wanted. Max of course decided to sleep in Els room as the boys piled onto the chairs and couches. Steve on the other hand snuck into (y/n)’s room.

“Steve! What are you doing in here!” She whispered yelled. “Shh, I’m like a stealthy ninja. No one will notice.” He reassured her (which really didn’t do anything) “fine but come here quickly.” She gave into his “charm” as he smiled and got into bed with her. She missed her bed, her Steve, her dad, and her sister; who wouldn’t though?

Hopper was the first one to wake up the next morning, and for the first time in a long time he actually got a decent amount of sleep. He walked into the living room to see all the guys (beside Steve) in the living room. He smiled to himself as he walked to the other two bedrooms and saw El and Max asleep on her bed with magazines everywhere, and saw (y/n) asleep on Steve with the covers kicked off the bed. Thankfuly for Hopper both were wearing clothes.

Hopper, like any father, will find a way to wake up the kids in the most memorable way. When (y/n) was little and had Nancy and Jonathan spend the night Hopper would get two pans and slam them together until they woke up. Horrible, but it got the job done. But this time would be different so he woke up Dustin and told him to wake Steve up, which lead to Dustin shaking Steve awake which woke (y/n) up and made her yell that then woke everyone else up. Isn’t this morning amazing?

“WHAT THE HELL DUSTIN!” The girl yelled. “SHUT IT IM TRYING TO SLEEP!” Mike yelled back at the girl. Oh? He wanted to sleep this morning? Well if she isn’t gunna sleep neither is he. She got out of bed and walked quietly behind Mike, right as she got in arms distance she leaned in. “BOO!” The poor boy screamed and fell off the couch.

“WHAT THE FUCK (Y/N)!” Mike glared at the laughing girl, “if I can’t sleep neither can you.” She smiled and walked back to her room to get changed. As for Hopper he sat at the breakfast table with a cup of coffee and watch the scene unfold, he may not like Mike so much but he did feel sorry for anyone who wakes his daughter up.

After breakfast it was time for the Chief of police to go make up a story for his daughter. “Hey (y/n/n) could you come here for a bit?” Hopper said putting his hat on. “Yeah Dad?” The girl said from the kitchen cleaning the plates with El drying them. “I’m going to make up a story for your disappearance and I’ll be back okay?” The man said walking to the front door.

“Ok dad! See ya in a bit” Hopper closed the door and drove the the station with a smile on his face. Everyone could tell something was up when he got there, he didn’t smell like alcohol nor did he snap at anyone.

“What has you in a good mood?” Florence asked Hopper as he walked past her “I found my daughter, apparently she ran off because she couldn’t handle the death of Billy.” Everyone was shocked, shouldn’t he be mad that his daughter just left out of nowhere.

“Well I’m glad to hear that! But, uhm. Everyone thinks she’s dead.” The elderly women pushed up her glasses. “Yeah she’s grounded but hey I’m just glad she’s back.” Hopper said lighting a cigarette. Before Florence could complain he raised a hand up.

“I deserve this today.” He sighed and got back to paperwork.

The party were all in the young girls room hating and laughing while some music was playing in the background softly. (Y/n) had a fun time catching up with everyone, she told the party about Russia but left out all the torturing. “So you learned a new language?” Dustin asked enthusiastically. “Parts of it.” She smiled. “Hey why don’t we try to find out if the Russians are going to come back.” Steve said standing up from the bed. Nobody likes the idea but nodded anyways; better to stop it now than for them to attack when they aren’t ready.

“Dustin, do you still have your radio thingy?” (Y/n) asked smoothing out her shirt. “Yeah of course I do, why?” Then it hit him, she was going to try and see if she can get any signals from Russia. “It won’t reach that far.” Dustin explained to the girl. “Maybe, but we can always ask your science teacher to help.” She smirked.

(Part 6)

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*insert me waving my arms like noodles* MORE REID CONCEPTS EVEN THO NO ONE ASKED FOR ‘EM!

full disclaimer: i’m gunna write these! if you like one please request it and i’ll do it when i can! a lot of these are similar probably because my mind goes huh thats a good one write it down now it’s that but like, to the left. also i come up with these watching or reading other things then im like hmm now add spencer reid or me acting (thats how i make most of these a fun little secret about me and my writing technique). also i write these on my phone so im sure there are lots of errors sorry!

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-the most unrealistic part of this show was that in all the time the team spent in high schools no teen girls have hit on any of them, so in this concept this one kinda midrange popular chick hits on reid by being kinda snarky but clearly super smart idk think it’d be cute

-reid’s daughter is actually the unsub w trauma from him always being gone for work and blaming him for her moms death he has to stop her and there’s a shoot up where she ends up walking up to his gun and like presses it i to her stomach and pulling one of those, “go ahead, dad, shoot me”

-the whole “she’s being chased and screaming while running down the street but no ones helping her until she runs into the good samaritan” and reid just happens to be the man she crashes into

-they take a case and are sure it’s this older teenage girl (probably 16-18, she doesnt confess but the profile is super close and there’s a lot of things that could lead to her) (she was probably framed) 3 years later they get a string of murders just like those bau gets called in thinking its a copycat until it’s not, they catch the real killer, have to apologize to this innocent kid that was forced to spend her college years in a state correctional facility IM WRITING THIS ONE!

-mc is at one of jack’s soccer games because her little brother is on the team, the bau gang is there bc support their office dads ka know and she meets reid at the concession stand and walk back before he gets hit w the ball

-mc is reids teenage daughter and she got in an accident and woke up blind and she’s freaking out like what’s happening why cant i see dad somethings wrong i cant see freaking out

-mc (intern allowed to shadow on a very light hearted mission) does something stupid in the field (gets knocked out maybe?) and very reid after anthrax w morgan she wakes up and says a very teen line like “not a fan” or “i dont vibe w this” ya know

-mc is spencers daughter and she’s been sick recently but when he’s on a case she passes out during school so he flies back from wherever he was on the case and she’s got like cancer and it’s terminal but she doesn’t want to take the pills or whatever or do treatment so Spence is always like forcing her to take her pills and she ends up breaking down screaming to just let her die

-the mc has CF w a mask and bag for oxygen and is at where the unsub lives and they barge in and local pd are clown bags trying to force her to drop her oxygen and remove her mask so she’s panicking like if i do i will die and then reid realizes it and helps out

-reids daughter was kidnapped when she was 6 now 10 years later he gets a call saying they found her in a cellar in new jersey and hes like omg and it was like the cellar where shes brainwashed into thinking shes someone else

-it was just this girl and her dad (like no aunts or uncles mom and grandparents are dead) turns out her dad ended up being the unsub but he won’t cooperate w/o talking to her first and so shes traumatized cuz say she walked in on him torturing someone and the team has to help her go through that aw

-family killer killed this girls entire family except her and this girl has to go through the house and collect her things but she kinda freaks out (like starting to panic clean bc “mom wanted me to clean this etc etc)

-family killer again kills everyone except her and her dogs (i dont have the willpower to kill dogs even if its fictional) but she she’s it no aunt or uncles or grandparents just her dogs and they seized them but she keeps asking the team about her dogs bc shes like temp living out of the station but she begs them to see her dogs and they’re like fine alright and the team loves the dogs and a cute moment if clarity that reminds the team why they do what they do

i’m rewatching glee so here are a bunch of glee inspired things i imagine reid’s daughter doing i came up w thru

-spencer comes home from work one night to his daughter just like, sobbing hysterically and she they hug for a while but then she locks herself in her room and avoids reid only leaving for food and to throw up then he’s like ok time to talk after worrying for a few weeks and she’s prego and her bf broke up with her because of it and she doesn’t know what to do

-being the lead for glee and reid and the team go and support her at sectionals, something similar to season 1 where she pulls a rachel berry and she has to do an impromptu solo song and they’re all like your kids v good reid where’d she get the talent

-his daughter is the lead cheerleader for his school (she’s a flyer) and the team goes to a game to see the routine and when she’s yeeted into the air he’s freaking out cuz like what if they drop her she’d, like, die. maybe the team drops her? we’ll see what happens if/when/if i write this

- it’s literally the last one except she’s a dancer maybe

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