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You need a request? I got you. I see you do powerful fem reader. So can you do Alastor with a powerful witch demon reader? Like she made a contract with Lucifer and she gained a lot of power when she came into hell? How do you think Alastor would act? Meeting such a powerful witch who has his magic but ten times more stronger.
Mhm! Thanks anon I had fun writing this!
Warnings: threats, violence
Alastor and Powerful Witch Reader!
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*When you realized you were in hell you decided you should kick it off with a running start.
*A running start that involved making a deal with the literal introductor of sin into creation. Go figure.
*Meeting Lucifer was quite frankly underwhelming to you. A depressed duck- obsessed man who's wife left him and daughter won't speak too.
*He didn't even ask for you soul. Something about not wanting a 'sinners essence.'
*All he asked in exchange for giving you power unimaginable to a mortal soul was for you to check in on his daughters hotel from time to time.
*And by golly you took that deal.
*Receiving this power was invigorating. It was more power than you had ever experienced since you first became a witch.
*And you loved it.
*It was this greed that got you into hell after all...
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The time for your first visit to the hotel eventually came around.
On your walk there you thought about all that you have learned about this strange place.
During your stay in hell you've noticed mentions of some Alastor fellow. Mainly talked about in a negative light by a self-conscious TV demon.
Apparently Alastor was a big shot in the past but is now a... hazbin.
You snicker at your own mental word play. You are just absolutely hilarious.
Your fist graces the door with a polite knock and you wait to be welcomed in.
The door opens in a chipper manner, allowing a static like noise to befall your ears.
"Can I help you?" A man with feature akin to a deer smiles at you, tilting his head in intrigue.
You give him a once over. Noting the familiarity of his voice.
Ah. This must be the infamous Alastor.
Now you know why he's referred to as a hazbin...
The soft static halts for a few seconds before returning at an intense level. "What did you say?"
Alastor's smile strains and his eye twitches.
Oh my. Did you say that out loud?
"Pardon, that was rude of me wasn't it. Mumbling isn't a very good practice." You step into the hotel, invading the radio demons space. His eyebrows furrow.
He steps back and you step ever so slightly forward.
"I called you a hazbin, darling." You raise your eyebrows when you say hazbin, daring him to challenge the matter.
Alastor chuckles at your ignorant bravery, or more so stupidity in his eyes, before the lights in the hotel cut and his eyes light up.
His shadows surround and tower over you.
"You don't seem to know who you're speaking to, dear." The static overpowers the room as Alastor smile widens. "Why don't I show you the reason to not antagonize the radio demon."
His shadows take a hold of you.
You look at Alastor, unimpressed. Then, with the snap of your fingers all the shadows disappear. His eyes widen. The demon attempts to bring his shadows back to reality.
"Look, Alastor, I think you'll find in comparison to me;" You grab his face and force him to look at you, "You're weak."
Your own shadows stretch along the walls of the hotel. A small number of them crowding to hold the demon in front of you in place.
His ears pin back as you dig your fingernails deeper into his skin. The strain in his smile increases. Your air of power makes it impossible to breath.
You laugh at his pitiful display. The TV demon was correct. He really is just a pushover.
You let him go, dismissing your shadows along with the action.
The frazzled radio demon chokes at the re-introduction of oxygen to his lungs.
His eyes stare up at you in pinpricks. Fear evident on his ever prevailing grin.
"Good talk." You smile, happy he finally seems to understand. "Deer."
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rose-pearls · 3 months
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Ciao potresti fare Luke castellan x fem reader dove il lettore fa ingelosire Luke ? Grazie !
Hi! I loved this request so here it is! Hopefully you like it :))
I am also thinking of writing for Clarisse so if you have any request you can always send them!
Request: a Luke x reader where the reader makes Luke jealous
Main taglist: @avada-kedavra-bitch-187, @nyx2021, @thestarspangledcaptain, @kmc1989 (open for every fandom)
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The Camp had been plain chaos in the last few days, the reason for that was capture the flag. The infamous game had taken place yesterday and the blue team had once again won, with Annabeth as your leader. The girl was smart, but you also had the best swordman on her team.
Luke Castellan. You had fallen for the boy the moment you met him, but he never seemed to reciprocate the feelings. He was handsome, everyone with eyes could see that but he was also kind and sweet. He had helped you a lot when you arrived, feeling lost until your mother, Athena claimed you. After being claimed the two of you still talked a little bit but not as much.
“Oh, Luke you are so funny.”, you hear Claire say as she starts to giggle and curling a whisp of hair around her finger. The boy soaks up the attention of course, smirking back at her.
“I can see you glaring at her, maybe try to be more subtle,” you hear Annie say, making you look at her and let out a groan.
“I know, I really am an idiot, right? To believe that something could happen with him,” the younger girl looks conflicted at your words, but you shake your head.
“There you two are, I have been looking for you everywhere,” Percy says as he drops on the seat next to Annabeth, making the two of you looking at him with wide eyes.
“We are literally at a table in the middle of the camp, how hard can it be to find us?”, Annie asks him, and you can’t help but laugh quietly as the two of them start to bicker again, they really were like an old married couple.
You hear the same annoying giggle once again and try not to smash your potatoes even harder, but the jealousy seems to be reaching a boiling point. It was stupid to feel like this, particularly when nothing had happened between you and the Hermes boy. The girl was also a daughter from Aphrodite, she was stunning.
The clearing of a throat makes you look up and you find Annie and Percy looking at you with equally worried gazes.
“What?”, you can’t help but ask, feeling self-conscious at the stares.
“I think that you just mashed these potatoes even more then I thought was possible,” Annie says, and you look at your previously mashed potatoes who were now looking a bit liquid.
“Remind me to never be on your bad side,” Percy says, and you shake your head in response, a sigh leaving your lips.
“Sorry, I just had something on my mind,” you tell them, hoping that the two of them would drop the subject but you were in front of Annie and Percy, so it wasn’t going to happen.
“Is that something, the blond Aphrodite daughter hanging off Luke’s arm?”, Percy asks, and Annabeth slaps him with a glare making him look at her with wide eyes.
“It is. Don’t get me wrong I’m sure she is a great girl but yes, it is them on my mind and her giggling every five seconds,” you tell them, making the two of them looking at you in sympathy. 
“Why don’t you make him jealous?”, Percy asks, and both Annabeth and you turn to look at the boy with wide eyes.
“Wait what?”, you can’t help but ask, waiting for some more explanation.
“It doesn’t seem like Luke is really interested in the conversation they are having, but every time he sees you turn around, he flashes her a dazzling smile. So, play his game and show him that you can also flirt with other people,” Annabeth looks unhappy with Percy’s answer, but you can’t help but think it through, maybe it would show you if he could possibly be interested or not.
“You’re right,” you say suddenly, cutting off the two.
“Wait what?”
“Really?”, Percy can’t help but ask before a proud smile appears on his lips, making Annie scoff.
“You can’t really be entertaining his stupid idea!”, you say but you shrug your shoulders.
“I need to know if he is interested or not, otherwise I’ll turn crazy. This way I know and if he isn’t I can move on,” you tell her calmly while she looks at you with wide eyes.
“I can’t believe you are doing this,” she says, and you roll your eyes at her words.
“We can’t all have a Percy looking at us with puppy dog eyes,” you tell her with a wink, while the boy seems to wake up from his gazing, a scarlet brush coating his cheeks.
“Now, the only thing I need to find is the person to make Luke jealous with,” Annabeth sighs but a playful smirk is playing on her lips.
“I know one person that will drive him mad,” this makes both Percy, and you turn to look at her.
“Who?”, Percy and you ask at the same time.
“Max, from the Apollo cabin. They arrived at the same time and there has always been some kind of rivalry between the two of them,” the whispers as the three of you are huddled together to prevent someone overhearing. 
“Wait, isn’t that the guy who nearly beat Luke with the sword?”, Percy asks, and you try to remember the last time there was a contest.
“Keyword, nearly,” Annabeth says, still Luke’s number one supporter.
“That is perfect!”, you say and the two of them look at you with suspicious eyes.
“What do you mean?”, Percy asks after a moment.
“I’m going to ask Max for some pointers on my sword fighting, that way I can get close to him for a reason, and it is also something that will get Luke’s attention.”
“He will go crazy seeing Max giving you some directions,” Annabeth says, looking unsure but there is a sparkle of mischief in her eyes.
“Alright team let’s get this quest on the road,” Percy says excitedly, and you can’t help but laugh.
“Now you are going to Max and the both of us will make sure that Luke is watching!”, Percy tells you as he starts pushing you off your seat.
“Good luck!”, Annie yells and you glare at her as a few campers look at you.
You try to nervously put your shirt right and your hair a bit better before telling yourself that this was ridiculous and just marching towards Max.
“Max, hi,” the boy turns to look at you, he looks surprised but then again you never really talked.
“Hi, what brings you here?”, he asks kindly, and you let out a nervous laugh.
“You are probably going to think that I am crazy, but I need some tips on sword fighting? I’m not really the best with the sword and capture the flag is in a few weeks.”, you tell him, feeling suddenly incredible stupid.
The boy seems unsure for a moment before a charming smile comes up.
“Of course, I’ll try to help you in the best way I can. Although I must say I’m surprised that you didn’t asked Luke for some pointers,” you knew he was going to ask this, after all you had never really interacted with him.
“Well, he is quite busy, you know knew kids coming in, the Hermes cabin and then Claire,” you say and Max nods in understanding.
“Lucky for you I have all afternoon,” he says, suddenly closer than he had been before, making you look up into his dazzling blue eyes.
“Here’s your sword,” he whispers, and you clear your throat before taking it.
“Thank you!”, you say, trying to keep your voice normal but it comes out a little squeaky.
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“This is even better than a movie,” Percy says while Groover nods in agreement.
“Athena girl has enough of the Hermes boy flirting with other girls, so she goes and take a chance on an Apollo boy. Will the Hermes boy realize what he is losing, or will she end up with the Apollo boy?”, Groover whispers and Percy snorts at the words, while Annabeth shakes her head, a smile on her lips.
“Well looks like we won’t have to wait too long how that will end.”, she says as she sees Luke marching, or stomping, towards the two teenagers who had been talking. She had seen Luke looking at her half-sister for some time now but as Max put his hands on her waist to put her in position it seemed too much for Luke.
“And there goes the Hermes boy!”, Percy whispers, the three of them looking with avid attention.
“What in the Gods name are you three watching like a television show? And is that popcorn?”, Clarisse says, for once not looking like she wants to murder them.
“We are watching that show,” Groover says while pointing at Luke arriving towards the two others.
“Oh shit, this is going to be good. Move your little asses I want front row to Max getting his ass beaten,” Clarisse says with a smirk, but not before stealing some popcorn.
“It is getting heated,” Annabeth says, feeling unsure for once at the decision she made of letting you go towards the Apollo boy.
“Luke tries to push him but no of course she gets between them.”, Clarisse says, looking disappointed that the Hermes boy hadn’t slapped the Apollo kid. 
Max tries to put his hand on your shoulder while speaking but before he can Luke brings you to his side, putting you behind him and glaring at the boy in front of him.
“Touch her again and this time I will cut your hand off,”, they hear Luke say in a warning tone making them all let out a collective gasp.
“Get him Castellan!”, Clarisse yells suddenly, making the three teenagers look into your direction.
“Shit he saw us, time to go!”, Percy yells and the four manage to scramble away before the Hermes boy can turn his frustration towards them.
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“Luke, will you calm down please. He was just giving me pointers.”, she says for the second time, but he can’t find it himself to calm down.
The boy had his hands on her, and he can’t stop seeing his flirty smile and her shy one.
“Fine. I’ll leave you two then.”, he says, feeling so angry that he just wants to rip everything to shreds.
“Common, Luke,” he hears her say and silently he hopes that she is following him, and that she didn’t chose to stay with the idiot.
He feels her hand on his arm and stops as she lets out a sigh.
“Will you stop and talk for a moment?”, she says, and he takes a deep breath before turning around.
“Don’t you have a sword lesson to follow?”, he says, unable to hide the sarcasm at the words.
“I simply asked him because you were too busy flirting with Claire,” the name of the Aphrodite girl is said with a certain disdain, that Luke recognizes all too well from his own thoughts about Max.
“Are you jealous?”, the girl scoffs but Luke can’t help the wide smile that appears at her embarrassment.
“Like you weren’t just throwing a hissy fit over there for the whole camp,” she bites back and Luke chuckles in response, getting closer to her.
“I was jealous, I can openly admit that. Nearly wanted to rip his head from his body for barely touching your waist,” he admits, watching her eyes widen in surprise and with something else. 
“Fine, I was jealous about Claire and the attention you were giving her,” she says, looking like she wanted to say anything but that. Luke smiles as he gets even closer to her and brings his arm around her waist, making her look at him in surprise.
“I wasn’t interested in her, I just wanted to see how you reacted to me talking with her and I have to say it was quite the show,” the girl looks at him with wide eyes.
“You dick! I thought you were interested in her!”, she exclaims, and Luke can’t help but laugh at her words.
“How could I be interested in her when I have you in the back of my mind all the time,” he whispers, smelling her perfume as he got even closer to her.
“Good thing I haven’t been able to think about anyone else either,” she whispers back, and Luke can’t help but feel revived at the words.
“Max?”, he asks, wanting to make sure that she wasn’t just confused.
“It was a plan to make you jealous,” she whispers, her cheeks heating up in embarrassment and after a moment Luke realizes what she just said.
“You little minx, and I thought you were innocent!”, the words make her laugh as she curls her arms around his neck.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that. Although it was fun to see you act all protective over me,” she whispers while biting her lip and Luke can’t help but look at her soft lips. 
“You drive me crazy darling,” he tells her before bringing her into a kiss, he holds her waist tightly and lets out a soft moan as she cards her fingers through his hair.
Unbeknownst to them five other campers are celebrating behind the trees.
“I told you this would work!”, Percy says, and Annabeth can’t help but agree.
“I thought he was going to rip my head off,” Max says, and the others snort in response.
“You were lucky she was there buddy,” Groover says while patting Max on the back.
“I don’t know about you guys but watching them kiss is not really my thing, let’s move out,” the others quickly agree at Annabeth’s words and leave their hiding place to go to the lake, leaving the two lovebirds alone.
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tightjeansjavi · 8 months
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♡ Barbie Girl ♡ | AU!Joel Miller x f! Reader
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A/N: this was such a fun lil idea to pursue and I love the idea of Joel wearing pink just cause he knows how happy it makes Sarah ♡
~word count: 1.5k~
Summary: Joel, Sarah and Tommy go to the Barbie movie opening weekend
Warnings: none, lots of fluff, Joel is a feminist icon, soft dad vibes, Joel is a girl dad himbo, he’ll do anything to make his kid happy, Sarah is an icon on her own, Tommy is Tommy of course but he’s so himbo too, AU that takes place in 2023, Joel is a progressive dad, Sarah loves him for it, little bit of flirting with Joel and the reader, no age gap, some spoilers for the Barbie movie! (+18 for language) minors dni.
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July 2023, Austin Texas
Joel Miller never would consider himself to be a ‘girl dad’ as the younger generation would refer to him as. He had to literally look up what the word ‘DILF’ meant when Sarah told him one day after school that all of the moms thought he was attractive. He had Google on speed dial just so he could feel like he was ‘hip’ again. 36 years old and he felt older than ever. Sarah was a big help of course and steered her dad in the right direction political wise. Her dad was a good man of course, but nothing made her happier than when she had his full support as a young woman. Before the Barbie movie came out, Joel and Sarah spent every weekend volunteering at a local women’s shelter. The bumper of his truck was decorated with women-empowering stickers including a sticker that said, ‘Abortion is Healthcare’ and ‘Women’s Rights Are Human Rights.’ He didn’t stop there of course. He also had a BLM sticker, ‘Dismantle White Supremacy’, ‘Eat The Rich’ and he still had a Bernie sticker front and center.
The weekend that the Barbie movie came out, Joel had already pre ordered tickets for him, Sarah and Tommy as well who had multiple pink shirts for Joel to choose from. Sarah had insisted that they all had to wear pink and Joel would do just about anything to make his baby girl happy.
“Are ya sure your old man doesn’t look silly in this?” Joel gestured to his hot pink tee-shirt with a soft huff as he observed his appearance in the mirror.
“Dad, why do you think you look silly? Pink is totally your color!” Sarah responded with a genuine smile as she playfully placed the Barbie baseball cap on his mess of brown curls. “Do you or do you not feel Bonita?”
Joel stifled a chuckle, shaking his head as he fixed the cap on his head. “I feel Bonita.”
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The drive to the movie theater consisted of listening to a Barbie inspired Spotify playlist off of Sarah’s phone. Joel and Tommy proudly knew every word to the Barbie Girl song of course. Once they arrived to the theater, Joel was awe-struck at the amount of people who were dressed in pink and he felt less self-conscious about his hot pink shirt when he saw numerous guys and dads wearing pink shirts as well.
At first he was confused when a group of women around his age said, “Hi Ken” to him and Tommy, and “Hi Barbie” to Sarah who immediately responded with a wave and, “Hi Barbie!” She gently nudged her dad with her elbow as he stood there blinking, mouth opening and closing like a fish. “Dad, you gotta say hi Barbie! Back.”
“Oh. OH! Shit, sorry sweet pea.” He cleared his throat under his breath before he raised his hand with a sheepish smile. “Hi Barbie!” He was looking right at you out of all of your friends. You were dressed head to toe in pink and you mirrored the same sheepish smile that he did. Joel turned to his daughter afterwards, cheeks feeling inflamed. “Did I do alright? So, I say that everytime someone says hi Ken?”
“You did great, dad! Yeah, so everytime a Barbie says, ‘hi Ken!’ You say, ‘hi Barbie!’, and when a Ken says, ‘hi Ken!’ You say, ‘hi Ken!’”
“Yeah, brother. It ain’t that hard.” Tommy chimed in and wrapped his arm around Joel’s shoulders and gave them a light squeeze.
“Shuddup Tommy.” Joel grumbled under his breath.
Your friends from your college days insisted that you join them to go see the new Barbie movie. At first you were against the idea until you read reviews and once you saw it was a movie that empowered women, you were all in. It was your idea in the end to dress head to toe in pink and you and your friends each had a comfort Barbie in your purses as well.
When you saw Joel Miller across the way looking confused as all hell when your friends said ‘hi Ken!’ You thought he was adorable for two reasons. One being he clearly was wearing pink to support his daughter and two, he looked proud of himself after saying ‘hi Barbie!’ To you and your friends.
“Now, that’s a real man if I’ve ever seen one!” Your one friend, Jessica excitedly whispered to the group as if she was back in her highschool days in the passing period hallways.
“Okay, but his brother? Jesus Christ, if I wasn’t married I would be all over that!” Avery chimed in with a giggle.
“How do you know that they’re brothers? They could be two dads taking their daughter to the movies.” You responded with a shrug as you pulled up the tickets on your phone.
“Nah, they look related and besides, the one with the baseball cap was looking right at you babe!” Jaimie commented with a small grin as she nudged your side gently.
“No, he wasn’t.” You responded with a light laugh and shake of your head.
“Girl, he looked like a blubbering fish when he saw you.” Your friends all affirmed.
Your friends were right on the money with that one. Joel Miller was doing his absolute best to check you out in the most respectful way he could while he was in the line for popcorn. Sarah of course caught the way her dad was looking at you, and she was determined to get him to muster up the courage to talk to you after the movie.
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The movie was everything Sarah had imagined it to be. She laughed, she cried and Joel and Tommy had teared up during some of the scenes. Especially when Barbie and Ken travel to the real world and the first thing she experiences is being cat-called and objectified by men. The patriarchy was alive and well outside of Barbie land and as a straight, white man, Joel recognized that he and Tommy had an easy life compared to their female counterparts. This didn’t mean that they agreed with it. In fact, Joel and Tommy were fully against the patriarchal system.
Sarah found herself hugging her dad tightly as the credits rolled and he was gently smoothing down her curls and kissing the top of her head. Sometimes Joel felt guilty over the fact that Sarah no longer had a mother figure in her life, but it was moments like these that reminded him that he was just a dad doing his best for his kid who he loved so dearly. “I love you so much, baby girl. I’ll always fight for you. Okay, kiddo?” He whispered softly with his lips against her temple.
Sarah hugged him tighter. “I love you so much dad. Thank you for always being there for me.”
Tommy was tearing up again.
The three Millers took a selfie with the Barbie poster just outside the movie theater with their faces squished into the frame. The picture was being taken while you were standing outside of the women’s bathroom waiting for your friends. You watched as Joel struggled to get his phone at the right angle, so you took it upon yourself to go over and help. “Hi Kens, hi Barbie! Would you guys like me to take a picture of you?”
Joel already felt his cheeks begin to heat up. “Hi Barbie. That would be great if ya could. Can never get these damn angles right with this thing. I uh—I like your outfit. It’s very Barbie.” He commented softly.
“Thanks, Ken. I really like your baseball cap.” You responded with a genuine smile as he handed you his phone. You took a few steps back so that all three Miller’s would be in the frame. You took a few photos before handing him his phone back just as your friends were departing from the bathroom.
“Hey, Barbie? Before you go, my dad is way too shy to say it but he thinks you’re super duper pretty.” Sarah proclaimed without skipping a beat.
Joel was beet red now as he scrubbed a hand down his face, fingertips scraping across his beard. “Sarah! You can’t just—” He sighed with a nervous smile. “Okay, it’s true Barbie. I do think you’re super duper pretty. Cats out of the bag thanks to my daughter.” He gave Sarah a playful warning look and mussed up her curls.
“Well Ken, it’s your lucky day because I think you’re really handsome. Do you wanna see Oppenheimer with me next weekend?”
“I would absolutely love to go see Oppenheimer with you next weekend Barbie.” Joel didn’t hesitate to respond.
“It’s a date. See you next weekend, Ken.” You exchanged phone numbers before you made your way over to your friends who were waiting for you.
“This Barbie has a date next weekend!” You told your friends the good news and they all excitedly cheered for you.
As soon as Joel and Sarah got home, Sarah dug out her old box of Barbie’s and brought them down to the living room, while Joel had found all of the Barbie DVD’s that Sarah insisted he keep. They spent the rest of the evening playing with her Barbie’s and watching the Princess and the Pauper; Sarah’s all time favorite Barbie movie.
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conmiseracionn · 2 years
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𝐭𝐡𝐞    𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝    𝐢𝐬    𝐯𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐲                                    different    in    the    time    they’re    spending    together    now    than    what    it    is    going    to    be    in    the    decades    to    come.    she    can’t    help    but    to    keep    clutching    onto    her    past,    to    what    she    was,    who    she    was.    she    was    temperance,    the    daughter    of    a    wealthy    man    who    was    to    be    arranged    to    marry    for    her    father’s    profit,    be    it    monetary    or    in    power.    she    was    kept    well,    keeping    herself    pure    for    the    man    who    would    be    her    husband    on    their    wedding    night.    until    literally    everything    changed.    everything    changed,    yet    her    own    perception    did    not.    temperance’s    anticipation    had    grown,    almost    overwhelming    her    when    they    laid    together,    grasping    at    the    man    above    her,    whatever    was    underneath    her,    she    was    completely    enthralled    by    it    all.    until    it    hit    her    suddenly    exactly    what    it    was    they    were    doing.    she    didn’t    mean    to    giggle,    but    the    rising    heat    upon    her    cheeks    was    enough    for    her    to    grow    a    little    self    conscious,    which    is    why    she    needed    to    cover    herself.    did    not    want    to    embarrass    herself    in    front    of    him.    
his    hands    pull    hers    away    from    her    face,    looking    deep    into    his    eyes    as    he    speaks    to    her,    she    can’t    help    but    feel    like    this    is    it.    this    is    the    man    who    she    wanted    to    spend    the    rest    of    her    days    with.    his    demands    for    her    to    look    at    him    are    met    with    swift    nods,    she    was    never    really    one    to    disobey    but    it    was    when    he    pins    her    hands    that    she    quickly    looks    up    before    back    at    him.    she    wasn’t    going    to    disobey    him    at    all,    even    biting    her    bottom    lip    to    keep    herself    from    making    too    much    noise.         //         @muutos​         //         from         here         !
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hearthandheathenry · 20 days
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hi, how r u?
If u doing a reading, will love one
I m hs. Been in a new place and struggling to make friends. Made one recently, he is MS. We are close but somethings are still amiss
Want to know if my friendship or bond will grow stronger like best friends and stay? ( Not love but real good friends)
Thanks
Hey there! I'm sorry if this has been sitting for a long time, I just saw that I received an ask!
I'm doing very well, thank you for asking, and I hope your life will also get better in time! High school is hard for everyone, especially if you're in a new place, so don't forget to give yourself some grace. If it makes you feel better, I was in an abusive relationship and miserable all 4 years of highschool, and now I am married to my highschool best friend who is so kind, with a beautiful daughter and watching my dreams come true! So, even if some mistakes are made, we all come to a point in our lives where we can choose to really turn things around and go after everything we want! If you're in a position to do so, I would highly recommend doing so earlier rather than later in life, but know that things will unfold as they're meant to and you will find your power at the right time (and who knows, maybe its now!) If you would ever like some wisdom from someone whos been there and done that and experienced many things and witnessed many things, please don't hesitate to ever ask for advice! I will never give advice I am uneducated on, so I can always direct you to proper resources that may help if I dont have an answer for you. (And this goes for anyone who may want to reach out to me - you are not alone and I will always be a shoulder to lean on when needed!)
To answer your question, I do one card tarot pulls while shuffling until a card literally jumps out while I channel your question, and my guides have chosen to deliver the 9 of wands out of my deck. The 9 of wands specifically represents: "last-minute challenges on your way to your goal. You have come a long way and are determined to not give up now. With your goal in sight, you find the courage and tenacity for one final push. You have been given a last chance to prove you are worthy of success and it is up to you to rise to the challenge."
In terms of general meaning of the 9 of wands, wand cards represent action, creativity, energy, enterprise, intuition, hope, and potential. They also represent the timeframe of days, springtime (so now), and fire.
My personal interpretation of the card plus your question, is that anxiety or other factors may be affecting you and holding you back from furthering your friendship and creating lasting bonds in this new place. You are understandably nervous and unsure in such a new environment, but my age-old wisdom knows that having confidence and the strength to be yourself will get you the best results, and the most authentic and best of friends. Perhaps you haven't let your guard down with your friend, or may be fronting someone you think he will like more than your authentic self. Take a deep breath, assess your actions, and make the conscious effort to just be you, without fear of losing your friend. If he is meant to be around you, he will accept you for who you are, and will love being your best friend. The same will apply to making other new friends as well. Exude confidence, work on loving yourself, and in turn you will be magnetic and welcoming to others around you. People will feel your warmth, and authenticity is the strongest vibration we exude (seriously, there's been studies! Even stronger than love!) The universe seems to be giving you a great opportunity for self growth and achieving what you want, it just needs you to have the courage to go after it and grasp it! Its a great lesson and will help you evolve and grow in the long run.
From a personal opinion, If you miss this opportunity, don't beat yourself up too harshly. Sometimes we just aren't ready, and life will always be throwing new opportunities our way (the universe wants to see us grow!) But if you can manage to find the strength to grow into your power and overcome your fears, amazing things can happen! Best of luck to you on your journey, and don't hesitate to let me know if you need anything else!
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Literally the best part of Breaking Dawn is Renesmee getting sad that she doesn’t sparkle like the others, and Bella saying “You’re the prettiest” followed immediately by Edward saying “I have to disagree” right in front of her
Like I get Edward can’t turn off the Bella Compliment Machine but imagine being self conscious about your looks and your mom is like “oh honey I think you’re the best looking one here.” And then your dad walks in like “What? No she’s not.”
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That mangy hick!
Word Count - 4,700 (and lots of pictures!)
Perspective - 2nd person
When - Quarry era, on the road to the CDC. This one is the next story after It’s not the end of the wor - oh. In the show, this covers episodes “Vatos” and “Wildfire.”  If you’re new to this blog, check out the Masterlist for the rest of the Slowpoke Series!
Relationships - you and the gang! And kiddos, guess what? The mangy hick is back!
Genre - since it’s heavier, that’s angst, right? But never fear, it fluffs out (with Daryl)
Pronouns - not mentioned or specified in this one
TWs - major character death, blood, gore, general fear and sadness (including allusions to “your” issues with depression, self-worth, and survivor’s guilt. It’s the apocalypse, y’all.)
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The bumps wake you up.
“Sorry, hit a rough patch in the road there,” T-Dog apologizes. He’s driving, Andrea is halfway to catatonic in the front seat, and you are strapped into the back and attempting to lay down and rest. That migraine did end up getting you, which is why you aren’t in Shane’s 4×4 as he leads the pack to the CDC.
And right about now, you aren’t sure if being asleep or being awake is better. Awake, you could try to ignore what happened, but your head is pounding. Asleep, you seem to be unable to avoid reliving yesterday evening and this morning.
Try as you might, sleep wins.
And so you find yourself back to yesterday afternoon, when everything was still okay.
Amy and Andrea had brought the fish back, and Dale had returned to the group after speaking with Jim about whatever he was doing.
You followed Dale’s gaze as he pointed back up the hill to where Jim still was. Yeah, how long had he been up there? Had the poor guy even taken a break?
Shane was standing next to you and Dale by then. He looked worried.
And next thing you knew, you found yourself up there, watching with the group as Jim dug, and dug, and dug. He looked red and splotchy, but not as sweaty as he should after exerting himself so hard. You realized that meant that he was probably rapidly approaching heatstroke.
“Hey Jim,” your brother called to him. But Jim just kept on digging. “Jim, why don’t you hold up, all right? Just give me a second here, please.”
He finally stopped digging for a moment. “What do you want?”
“We’re all just a little concerned, that’s all.”
“Dale says you’ve been out here for hours,” Mr. Morales said gently to him.
Jim’s delirious stare then fell on Dale before finding its way back to Shane, and he replied “So?”
“So why are you diggin’?” Shane pressed.
Jim rubbed his face and didn’t quite answer. Shane went on, trying to make the situation lighter by asking “Are you headin’ to China, Jim?”
“What does it matter? I’m not hurting anyone.”
“Yeah, except maybe yourself,” Dale reminded him. “It’s a hundred degrees today. You can’t keep this up.”
Crap, then Jim sounded like he was getting angry when he cut in “Sure I can. Watch me.”
You got flashbacks to one of the meth patients you’d assisted with. But this was just heatstroke.
Oh wow, listen to you, “just heatstroke.” No such thing. Heatstroke gets bad fast. Jim needs to cool off (literally), and soon.
“At least take a water break,” you tried to offer, feeling self-conscious that his stare was now fixed on you. You’d brought him a water bottle.
Lori walked up next to you and rested her arm against yours. “Jim, they’re not gonna say it, so I will. You’re scaring people.” And hey, at least that made Jim stop digging. “You’re scaring my son, and Carol’s daughter, and Miranda’s children.”
“They got nothing to be scared of,” Jim attempted. No one moved. “I mean, what the hell, people? I’m out here by myself. Why don’t you all just go and leave me the hell alone?” he questioned, resuming his digging for whatever reason. The holes looked creepy, you had to admit. Almost like graves. And why wouldn’t he just...stop? And before his heat exhaustion would've turned into heatstroke?
“We think that you need to take a break, okay?” Shane said, walking towards him. “Why don’t you go and get yourself in the shade, some food maybe? I’ll tell you what: maybe in a little bit I’ll come out here. I’ll help you myself, Jim, just tell me what it’s all about. Why don’t you just go ahead and give me that shovel?”
Stop, too forceful, Shane, you wanted to whisper.
“Or what?” Jim challenged.
Your brother looked confused. “There is no ‘or what.’ I’m asking you. I’m comin’ to you and I’m asking you, please. I don’t want to have to take it from you.”
Again you wished you could tell him to not go too forcefully about it. This wasn’t a a standoff with some dude hopped up on PCP, it was just your neighbor who’d gotten too much sun and started to go overboard with his outdoor project. Right?
“And if I don’t, then what?” And at that moment, you knew exactly what Jim was going to condemn him with. “Then you’re gonna beat my face in like Ed Pelletier, aren’t you? Or will you have that one come and attack first?” he said, glaring towards you.
You could feel the blood draining from your face, even while you were offended at the insinuation. Shane immediately hung his head as Jim went on to remind everyone “Y’all seen his face, huh? What’s left of it,” then went back to addressing just Shane when he accused him “See? Now that’s what happens when someone crosses you.”
You could hear the hurt in your brother’s voice when he responded “That was different, Jim.”
And it was so fucking different. That comparison was not fair, not one bit! You breathed deeply and centered yourself. No, the comparison wasn’t fair, no, but try telling that to someone who was not in their right mind and who was worried that they were next.
Then Amy spoke up, putting an arm around your shoulder. “You weren’t there. Ed was out of control. He was hurting his wife.”
You wake yourself up for a moment, even if you can feel that it won’t last.
Amy. That was one of the last things she did for you. You wouldn’t forget it, ever, because to you it was the kindest thing she could have done. Holding you and being brave enough to speak up for you.
But sleep quickly claims you again, and you fall back into the memory.
You’d risked a quick glance at Carol, who had closed her eyes and remained silent after Ed was brought up. But Sophia didn’t, and when she returned your gaze, you offered her a smile as the argument continued.
“That is their marriage! That is not his!” Jim shouted back at Amy. “He is not judge and jury. Who voted you King Boss, huh?” he sneered at your brother.
Stay calm, stay calm, you reminded yourself, he’s not in his right mind. This is Jim we’re talking about. He’s not a bad guy.
Shane continued to walk towards him, sounding cool as a cucumber as he simply stated “Jim, I am not here to argue with you, alright? Just give me the shovel, okay?”
From there, a struggle ensued, and Jim got physically combative once your brother reached for the shovel. You and Lori both instinctively shielded Carl’s eyes from it, and Amy gasped.
“You got no right!” Jim was shouting as he was handcuffed.
Shane was trying to calm him down, telling him that no one was trying to hurt him and that he was safe (while he was actively restraining him, which was a...confusing juxtaposition, if you said so yourself).
And Jim did seem to calm down somewhat, but that’s because he finally broke down and said that that was the biggest lie of all – that he’d told the same to his wife and boys countless times, but the walkers still ripped them from his arms all the same.
In a snap, your memory lurches forward to the when the walkers overran the camp. Amy was screaming. Everyone was screaming and shouting and the dead were everywhere and ---
---You jostle yourself almost awake, but you open your eyes and see that you’re still at the camp.
Or...no, you’re still dreaming. There is no camp anymore.
This was when you were helping Jim under that tree.
Shane had walked him down in cuffs and had him tied to a tree in the shade, only until he wasn’t acting dangerous to himself (or to others, with the way he swung that shovel around). You’d put that almost-EMT-certified training to good use as you dutifully tried to cool Jim off. You’d first taken his shoes and socks off, then went about pressing his forehead, neck, stomach, and forearms with wet cloths. Next, you’d helped him rehydrate slowly with some of the watered down sports drink you had left over from last night, from when Daryl gifted you a bottle after your other migraine. So many damned migraines.
Jim apologized to you for both shouting at your brother and accusing you of being his attack dog. Shane came by with some fresh water and to talk with him again, so you excused yourself.
There was gonna be a fish fry that night! Mr. Morales was building up the wall around the fire so you all could add more wood and have a bigger blaze, relax a little. He’d jokingly referred to it as going to be “a very quiet luau without tiki torches or music.”
You and Amy helped him out for a while, then Amy played with the kids while you attempted to help Andrea find something to wrap up Amy’s present in (you thrown the walkie-talkie set into your shower bag by way of gift-wrapping, personally).
Your cover, however, was that you were finishing getting the dry clothes off the line and to their proper homes before the fish fry, so you actually had to eventually do that chore. Why was the laundry so endless?
And why hadn’t Rick, Glenn, T-Dog, and Daryl come back with Merle yet? Or just come back at all yet?
But then the aroma of freshly caught, pan-roasted fish began to tickle your nose and the only grumbling coming out of you then was from your stomach.
“So Andrea, you gonna swim it?” you asked her from your seat around the fire, tossing the bottle of barbecue sauce over to Carol. She caught it and gave you a little wink. Shane, yourself, and Carol were partial to putting that stuff on fish, but Dale and Mr. Morales found it damn near blasphemous.
“I think now I have to. I wanna say I was brave enough to do ‘the chicken swim,’” Andrea considered, casting a playful grin at her sister while passing the tray of fish to Jacqui.
“And Glenn did say he wanted to do it, too, so you have to do it again,” Amy added to tease you.
In your subconscious, you recall that you started to hope that you actually would get that migraine the next day if it meant avoiding another swim across the quarry.
And even in your dream, you cannot help but feel awful about the things you’d taken for granted, even after watching the world fall apart. You’d lost your sisters, your little foster siblings, your mom, your nieces and nephews, your pets, your friends. And yet it didn’t cross your mind that you were going to lose anyone else, especially after Rick had come back.
You felt so stupid. And even in your dream, all those bad, sad thoughts that used to overcome you in the before-times started to make themselves known, reminding you that they were still there.
You would splash around and float for an hour with Amy in the middle of that damned quarry now if you’d known what had been about to happen.
T-Dog’s church van hits another dip and you fully wake up again. Daryl’s truck is behind you guys, the final vehicle in the caravan. His truck is noisy. It’s making the pounding in your head worse.
But it doesn’t matter, because soon you drift back to sleep.
Everyone got quiet as the feast began. And for good reason, that fresh fish was such a scrumptious change from canned food, MREs, dandelion salads, or squirrel. And you needed to watch out for bones.
“Remember how Dad used to always bring this up when it came to eatin’ fish?” Shane murmured to you, mouth full of pan fried roach (yes, you’d all already had your fun remarking about what a terrible name that was for a fish). That quote your dad had always brought up was something along the lines of “silence is golden when eating fish.” He died when you were really young, but y’all ate a lot of fish.
“Yo, he’d say it even when we ate fish sticks. I think he just wanted some peace and quiet,” you snorted. “Oh my gosh, and did you know Suri and Zee said there’s this Indian quote that says basically the exact same thing?”
From there, the kids started chattering about fish sticks (“Or dino nuggets with mac and cheese and Cholula!” as Luis excitedly screeched out), and Mr. Morales was smiling as he peered at Dale, who was adjusting the watch on his wrist.
“I gotta ask you man. It’s been driving me crazy.”
Dale looked slightly worried, but in a good way, if that makes sense. “What?”
And upon hearing Mr. Morales reply “That watch,” Dale’s face relaxed into a good-humored grin. He was very self-aware of his daily habit. “What’s wrong with my watch?” he chuckled back, adjusting it again.
“I see you every day, the same time,” Mr. Morales replied, smile still warm and wide as he chewed. “Winding that thing like a village priest saying Mass.”
“I’ve wondered this myself,” Jacqui put in, and all of the adults were nodding in agreement. Dale seemed to flush a bit. It was nice.
“I’m missing the point,” he said. You and Amy giggled at how red his face was getting.
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“Unless I’ve misread the signs, the world seems to have come to an end,” Jacqui announced, elegant as ever. Her eyes crinkle as she added “At least hit a speed-bump for a good, long while.”
“But there’s you, every day, winding that stupid watch,” Mr. Morales teased.
“Time, it’s...important to keep track, isn’t it? The days at least,” Dale insisted, hands out. Then he tried to appeal to Andrea’s good sense to agree with him, but she made a face which further made everyone chuckle at how embarrassed Dale seemed to become (all in good fun). Then, very on-brand, he’d made a lovely but odd little speech that seemed to be about how the reason to wear a watch and keep track of time is for the moments where you have forgotten that time even exists. Or something.
Turn out, it was some long, paraphrased quote from William Faulkner. Dale was adorable.
Only Amy had the balls to lovingly joke “You are so weird.”
You felt your consciousness try to kick in as you remember what followed this. The bad part was coming. And you didn’t want to relive this part, not again. You desperately try to wake yourself up!
It works for a second. But then you’re back in the dream, stuck there.
It was your fault Amy was dead. You should’ve...well, you didn’t know, but you should’ve been closer to her! You should’ve been paying better attention! It wasn’t fair that she was dead while you were alive when it so easily could have been you in her place!
You kept going over the last conversation you’d had with her, and it was all so stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
Amy had gotten up from the fire.
“Where you going?” her sister checked.
Eyebrows raised, Amy whispered back “I have to pee,” before wryly announcing to everyone that “Jeez, you try to be discrete around here.”
“Oh, me too. Safety in numbers, right?” you’d said, putting your plate down and hopping up and around Dale and Shane to join her. You two had walked partway to the RV, when Amy stopped.
“You wanna go first?”
“No way, you got up first.”
“Okay, then here’s the perfect spot to wait. I don’t want you to hear me tinkle,” she said giggling.
“Ew,” you snickered back. “I don't wanna hear that, neither.”
“Wasn’t that the worst part of public bathrooms, everyone hearing what was going on?”
“That and the massive gaps in the doors, ugh.”
“And how some stalls were so far off the ground!” She cracked up and held out her pink camo walkie and joked, “Well, if I run into any bears or whatever in the few feet from the RV to you, I’ll radio you to come rescue me.”
“Roger,” you agreed into your own green camo walkie.
And you hate that. You hate that what you were joking with each other about had turned out to be so fucking true.
If you’d only stood closer to the RV instead of the fire, you would’ve heard that stupid, fucking walker and Amy wouldn’t have gotten --- fuck. Not this memory. Please. You didn’t want to keep seeing it happen again and again. The scream she made, the blood as it spilled from her arm, and then from her neck when you weren’t fast enough to stop it from biting again, no, no, no and there were so many of them closing in on the camp and ---
Then your nightmare shifts suddenly, and you’re back to this morning, a little after your migraine hit, when you were still keeping Andrea company while she held her little sister’s body. Amy’s body.
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No one had been able to get Andrea to move all night or that morning. She just held on tightly to her sister and looked at her face in devastated shock.
You’d been there with her as Amy died the night before, too. At first, you’d tried to stanch the blood flow from her neck, even as you understood that it didn’t matter. She’d been bitten. But for Amy’s sake and for her sister’s, you’d kept your hand there until the end.
And recalling that moment might have been why just as quickly as your dream had shifted away from that awful night, you suddenly turn your head upon hearing your brother shouting and the nightmare transports you right back to when it happened.
The screaming. The blood. The dead who were everywhere and were ripping your community apart. The children were terrified and the parents were terrified that they couldn’t protect them and there were just so many of those awful things surrounding you all!
“Y/N, get back here! Lori, get Carl down!” your brother had screamed, shotgun raised as he began to shoot. You started to fight back with...what was it? Your bowie knife? No, that was in your tent. You don’t even remember now. Everything had happened so fast even though in the moment it seemed to inch by slowly.
Then Rick, Glenn, T-Dog, and Daryl came back shooting from the other side and there was even more chaos, more noise, more gunshots, more risk of friendly fire.
But it was the smell was the one of the worst parts. You didn’t expect that. The dead smelled. The blood smelled. The wood smoke, the lingering scent of the fish fry, the scent of bug spray, and the way that when someone died, they often soiled themselves. The heavy metallic scent from the blood all over Amy’s neck that stuck to your hand and that you couldn’t seem to wash enough, and how all the smells melded together and --- shit, don’t vomit.
Okay, you're awake,  thank God you're awake, but shit, you're gonna throw up, oh no, no, no, no ---
“Awake again, Y/N?” T-Dog quietly called back to you. “Whoa, do you need me to pull over? Just give me the word.”
“M’gonna be sick,” you slur, unbuckling your seat belt and not giving one solid fuck that the van is still moving as you flop out of your seat and crawl to the door while trying to wipe that phantom blood off your hand.
T-Dog was kind enough to have pulled the van over at an angle so fewer people could see you while you got sick.
Except that Daryl’s truck is the caboose and pulls over right beside you. Perfect.
Glenn must’ve leaned out of the RV to call out “Y/N, you okay?” followed by the definitely not-humiliating “Ohhhh no” he utters as the sounds of you throwing up reach his ears.
Acting fast, T-Dog discreetly tells everyone else via the radio that things were fine, just that “Y/N got queasy, needed to stop” and that you’d be alright in a few minutes.
And you’ve gotten just about all of it out of you, so you pray, by the time the smell of his damned death sticks hit you.  
“Hey, you about done there?” he grates at you.
What, is he trying to joke or something? What the fuck? No damned tact, that asshole.
“Fuck off, Daryl,” you stammer, spitting on the ground (hey, you’d just thrown up) and praying that it would all be over soon. Because you could feel it, it still wasn’t over. You were definitely not done, and the waiting was the worst part. And it really made that bruise on your jaw hurt like hell and your head ache worse.
“If you get all motion sick and shit, the front seat might do ya better.”
And before you can deign to respond, you feel yourself begin to sweat as that familiar warm sensation flushes through you before you retch again. And again.
“It’s the migraine, man,” T-Dog says to him for you. He’d tried kneeling down next to you when you first vomited, but then he began to dry heave, so he now is standing at a distance. Big old softie.
“Shit,” you hear Daryl mumble, then listen to the sounds of his truck door opening, then closing.
Dread and annoyance winds its way to your awareness as you recognize that his footsteps have made their way back to you, as has the smell of those nasty-ass cigarettes.
You don’t even want him near you. And why the hell is he now next to you? You’re so angry at that trailer park bastard!
He’d been fifty shades of dickhead after the camp was attacked, and you didn’t have to be dreaming to vividly recall all of the bullshit that spewed out of his mouth earlier today – and you can bet your ass that feeling angry at what you considered to be a very righteous subject (Daryl fucking Dixon) was ten times better than the hollow, awful despair and guilt you’d been wrestling with a minute ago!
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First, Daryl had wanted to shoot Amy in the skull while Andrea was still cradling her body, for fuck’s sake, then he insulted Glenn after Glenn had broken down and made it clear that the walkers and your people weren’t to be burned together (and by the way, how hard could it possibly be for Daryl to differentiate between Korean and Chinese? They’re completely different!), and then, THEN he started mouthing off that you all had that walker attack “coming” after what was done to his brother!
How low could that asshole stoop before he should just lay down and wallow in the muck he seemed so at home in, you asked yourself? Well, the answer was even lower, because he was fixing to smash Jim’s head in with that stupid pickaxe once Jacqui discovered that the poor man had gotten bit.
Rick had to hold Daryl at gunpoint to get his mangy, deadbeat, hick ass to back off!
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“Here, you can have this,” the mangy hick cuts in.
You turn your head slightly in his direction. Not because you’re mad so much as because you’re just so exhausted and feel so horrible that turning your head is an effort. What was he...what did Daryl just put in front of you?
“Coke’s good after an upchuck. Gets that taste out your mouth.”
Coke? Oh, root beer.
Root beer? He just gave you a can of root beer?
This was the second time that Daryl has given you some kind of sweet beverage after a migraine in the past three days. What the heck?
You pant in confusion a few times before uttering “Th-thank you, that’s ve ---” but, unfortunately you can’t finish that sentence because you retch for what’s hopefully the last few times.
“So these things get kinda bad, I guess,” he states matter-of-factly in that abrasive way he has.
You spit again after you finish, and slur “I guess,” but very lamely. You were attempting to go for a cold, bitchy sort of vibe but you feel like shit, so.
“I just need a minute or so more, okay Teddy?” you call back to T-Dog, voice shaky. Hell, more like: arms shaky, breaths shaky, everything shaky.
“No, hey honey, don’t you worry now. You take your time, we’re family here.”
And something about the way T-Dog says that hits you somewhere deep and you feel a sob forming in your chest. You hear Daryl’s footsteps start to head away. Then you start to well up again, and you try to wipe away the feeling of Amy’s blood off your hand again.
You feel like a failure. Your best friend just died. The Morales family wasn’t with you all anymore. Jim was dying in the RV, and here you were, throwing up on the side of the road like some idiot! You were a liability, that’s what! And now your family was broken and it was all your fault because you hadn’t been paying attention or fought back fast enough!
And it must be the migraine making you blab as you blurt out loud to no one in particular “Just can’t get the fuckin’ f-feel of her blood off my hand or the smell out my nose.”
And then those footfalls sounding away from you stop, and get closer again. Great, and now you were starting to cry again. No.
You set your jaw and breathe calmly, trying to hold it in.
And you throw up. Again. And you see in your peripheral vision that he’s squatting down beside you. Again.
Whatever, it’s just dry-heaving at this point; you’ve got nothing left in there.
And then...he starts to awkwardly pat your back. Daryl.
Yeah, that’s right, the mangy hick himself, Daryl Mudboggin’ Dixon (hey, you have a migraine, your insults aren’t gonna be top notch) is patting and rubbing your back as you dry-heave on the side of the road. And that’s after he’d already brought you a can of root beer to help you feel better!
You don’t even have the heart to remind yourself that you think root beer is too sweet to really enjoy and that the thought of putting anything in your stomach is vile at this point -- because you can bet all your buttons that you are gonna sip that can, warm as it is, and be grateful.
…Maybe in a few hours once you were feeling better and you’d reached the CDC, that is. And even if it came from that heartless, rude son-of-a-bitch, he’d done you a kindness, and that was something.
You heave two more times and your throat finally relaxes. You stomach feels…okay. You don’t feel hot and sweaty anymore, just sweaty. And you smell…nothing. Other than the throw up.
Even your head aches a little less, no doubt related to the release in tension of all the muscles in your head and neck. You move from your knees to a sitting position so you can catch your breath and rest a moment.
The sound of someone jogging comes from your left, and you hear your brother asking you “Whoa, how we doin’, weirdo?” as he crouches down on your opposite side, only gagging slightly.
Daryl’s hand is gone, you notice, but Shane’s replaces it and starts rubbing your neck. He’d been in a state, to say the least, since yesterday evening when he’d so suddenly almost lost you. The difference in him had frightened you, to be honest. But now he seems fairly back to normal, at least with you. “Hey, what can I do? Can I do anythin’, get you anything?”
“$100,000?” you try to joke, resting your head on your hands and feeling pure relief when you realize that you’re finally done.
You can feel your brother rolling his eyes as he cracks “Yeah, lemme grab my checkbook real quick,” and believe it or not, you heard Daryl snort as he headed back to his truck, and T-Dog freely let out a belly laugh and say that he’d write you another one for $200,000. Even Andrea seems to come out of her daze a little, since from her open window you heard her cough out a laugh of sorts and tell T-Dog “Might as well make it an even million. I’ll take two.”
Shane holds something out to you after he pecks a quick kiss to your head. “Here, when I passed by their car, uh, Lori and Carol wanted me to give you this.” It was a wet washcloth, and miraculously cold, too. “C’mon, let’s get you up, or I’m gonna get sick, too.”
You grab the can of root beer, accept his help getting up, and turn your head back to Daryl in his truck. Forgiveness isn’t hard for you at all in that moment as you hold up the can slightly and wave it a little, offering him a tired half smile and mouthing thanks.
You're all a family. You have to be, these days.
As you strap yourself back into the van and drive off, you are able to feel almost safe. Hopefully you won’t slip back into any more nightmares. You start praying again as you dab the wet washcloth on your face and neck before you drape it over your eyes.
Even after everything that had happened last night and today, and even after you’d suffered more losses and were most likely about to lose another, at least you could still say that you had a family. Shane, Carl, Rick, Lori, Dale, Glenn, T-Dog, Andrea, Jacqui, Carol, and Sophia. And you all still had Jim, he was still alive. Maybe they do have a cure, or at least some kind of treatment at the CDC. You all have each other, and you all need each other.
And yes, you all even have Daryl. That man, flawed as he might be, is part of your family, too –  and even with those flaws has proven himself to be an important part of it. And sometimes, he’s even been a decent part of it, even though he still had to work on friendliness and kindess more.
As your eyes start to flutter back to sleep, you try to remember what you had referred to Daryl as in your head earlier. “Mangy hick,” right?
You send up a few prayers for him specifically, and that you can learn to be less angry with him so often.
After all, doesn’t every family have its mangy hick?
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Not sure if you are taking request at all but if you do, do you mind writing something about Harry agreeing to be the birth photographer at the birth of his niece (tom and reader’s daughter) 🥺🤍
this was so interesting!! personally I am way too self conscious to have a photographer when I *eventually* have a kid aha, but I hope this is what u were looking for x x p.s. coming at my brand w the white hearts :)
tomholland x reader
summary: harry gets terrified by toms request about the birth of his child, but the reader smoothes it over
Having just had a round of golf with Harry, Tom invited him back to yours for a cuppa and a catch up too. After all the years of living and travelling with Harry by his side, Harry in particular was massively important to TOm. Especially since he’d moved in with you, Tom constantly made a super special effort to spend as much time with him as possible. Harry had a key and had no quam with letting himself in uninvited. Though since he had walked in at *the wrong time* a bit too frequently, and then the announcement of your pregnancy - he had cut down the unexpected visits.
“So, I actually wanted to ask you something.”
“This does not sound good” Harry furrowed his eyebrows together, looking suspiciously at his brother as he poured the kettle into the two matching ‘Brothers Trust’ mugs.
“Since when? I only ever ask you to do good things?”
“We both absolutely know that is not true.” Harry deadpanned, pointing to the palm of his right hand which carried a large scar. Scar in question had been sustained during one of Tom’s incredibly ‘good’ aka stupid ideas.
“Right fair… I’ll allow that.” He receeded, placing the two mugs onto the counter in front of Harry. All it took was one look at the pale brown colour for Harry to turn his nose up, shooting Tom a look as though he’d just murdered a puppy. The elder of the two sighed, knowing exactly what his brothers snobbiness was about.
“Seriously?”
“It’s not your fault your awful at this, some people just aren’t born with it.” With a sarky pat on the back Harry rounded the counter, pouring the freshly brewed but slightly too milky tea down the drain - before flicking the kettle on to make his own brew… properly this time.
Tom knew his brother well enough to know not to argue or protest, instead perching on the counter as he watched Harry work his ‘magic’.
“But seriously me and Y/n have been talking about the birth cos you know, it’s not too far away now.” This was true, you were now only 3 weeks from your due date - but going by the size of you, you were ready to pop. Quite literally, you didn't know how much longer you could last.
“I’d be concerned if you weren’t mate.”
“Well yeh and I basically um …  had the idea to get a photographer for the birth right? It’s quite an American thing but I don’t want to forget anything and I’m sure it’s gonna be magical.” In response, Harry slowly turned around, empty mug in hand and eyes fierce.
“Are you fucking stupid?!”
To be fair to Harry, that had pretty much been your reaction when Tom first suggested it - word for word. He’d got the idea from one of the crew he’d filmed his most recent projects with, the guy had been raving about how beautiful it was and once he’d shown the pictures to Tom - he had to agree. Eventually Tom had worn you down to it and actually the idea of being able to save the moment you met your kid for the first time didn’t sound too bad. You had firmly set the boundaries of no photos of your ‘labour face’ and absolutely nothing from the ‘other end of the bed.’
The worry for both of you, as it always was given Tom’s reputation, was privacy. Especially the birth of your child, having a stranger there had you straight refusing, even a friend seemed still a little invasive. It was only when Tom had remembered he had a brother (who you were also incredibly close to) who was handy with a camera. Even if he had no experience with this particular type of photography, Harry was a pretty safe pair of hands for a camera in any situation. God knows he’s had enough practice at it.
“No hear me out, Y/n agreed too-“
“Of course this was your idea! So she’s totally fine with me staring at her fanny through a camera lens?”
“Harry” That was a warning tone, which the frizzy haired boy chose to completely ignore.
“No I-I mean, you want me to stare at your finances bits? Isn’t that some sort of weird incsest?”
“Shut the fuck up about Y/n’s body. You OBVIOUSLY wouldn’t be taking photos of that end, more like when the baby gets handed to us you know?”
“When its covered in gunk that came out of Y/n?”
“I’m pretty sure they clean it-“
“Not properly!”
Thankfully perhaps, the conversation was interrupted by the kettle clicking off, the water coming to a boil. With a huff Harry turned round, pouring and then stirring the tea as Tom watched his back from a distance. Neither spoke till after Harry finished, returning the milk to the fridge and then leaning against the counter top.
“Look I get it if you dont want to but your the only one Y/n trusts to do it and it means a lot to me.”
“Y/n wants me to stare at her fanny?!”
“No calm down you div. But you are the only one she trusts to be in the room when our first child is born. Will you just think about it?”
Harry opened his mouth to reply, probably protest, but before he could the front door opened and you called through the house.
“Tom? I’m home!” And becasue the boy was whipped he instantly trotted to the front door giving you a peck on your lips. He murmured to you that Harry was there, his lips moving against yours and you nodded with a small smile. You knew, instantly, that Tom in all his idiocy hadn’t handled it well.
“Would you mind getting all the shopping from car? Pregnant and all, so I’m not allowed to lift a finger.” You cocked your head, laughing as he rolled his eyes with a nod.
“I’m excited for when you can't play that card.”
“But then I’ll be the women who pushed a baby out for you… the mother of your child.”  Winking, you then quickly moved through the house before he could protest, just knowing he was pulling a pouty face as he watched you sway away.
Once in the kitchen you saw Harry nursing his mug like it was the last drink on earth, hunched over it from where he was sitting on a stool on the breakfast bar.
“ You lose at golf?” Opening the conversation, Harry instantly shot his head up, looking slightly terrified to see you.
“Wha- no, no I didn’t actually.”
“Tom asked you huh?” He nodded, seemingly not wanting to commit with words. “I had exactly the same face when he first told me. It’s weird right?”
“Yeh no shit.”
“He’s really keen on it though, I mean he’s like an excited puppy about the whole birth.”
“But you want it too?”
“Sort of. What I do want is for him to be happy though. And I’m fairly certain he’s gonna be terrified throughout the whole birth while I won’t be in a position to help himl.”
“You’ll probably have other stuff on your mind to be fair.” You laughed, at that, nodding in agreement with him.
“Just a little. I did think though, who is a person who I can trust to look after him too during that... and even I draw a line at your dad… Look if you don't want to, I totally get it and I can’t promise that I won’t be screaming at you during if you do. But it would comfort me to know you were there, with or without the bloody camera.”
“Seriously?” Rather than exclaiming it, Harry whispered in shock, not expecting this sort of a revelation.
“Course H! You're my little brother too.”
“I might pass out.”
“So will your brother, at least he won’t be on his own then.”
“I’ll do it.”
“Thnakyouthankyouthankyou!” You squealed, running over to hug him from the back, arms round his shoulders as he squirmed on the stool.
It was at this point Tom walked back in after unloading the ridiculous amount of baby clothes shopping you had done. Big strong Tom had to take 2 trips up and down the stairs to the nursery. Of course, all it took was a few words from you and Harry was falling at your feat. He was hardly surprised. Annoyingly you seemed to have this power over all the Hollands. They never stood a chance.
It wasn’t till later than evening, long since Harry had left and the dishwasher had been put on after Tom had made a mess cooking you dinner. Only then did your phone ping with a text message from Sam.
Sam H
‘I dont know what you’ve done to Harry but I’m scared, he’s binge watching one born every minute.’
Immediately you cracked up, knowing that it was his nervous energy and need to ‘be prepared’. Tom, who was lying behind you on the sofa whilst his hands caressing your stomach, jerked his head up intrigued as the what the ‘ding’ was. You showed him and he snorted in laughter too, whilst nuzzling his nose into your neck.
“How did you bring him round by the way?”
“Oh you know, I’ve got all of you wrapped round my little finger when I want.”
“That you do… do you think I should be worried?”
“Nah your just all softies.” Laughing softly, you pulled his arms tighter around you, wiggling back into him a bit more.”
“You didn’t tell him about the godparent thing though?”
“Course not… we can give him a separate heart attack about that.”
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IronDad fic recs
Here. I’m a french reader, but I’ve read A LOT (like...a lot) of IronDad, so, eventually, here my fic rec. (I tried to class it by categories, but well...) (it’s gonna be very long, guys)
 Peter Parker has anxiety 
Don’t let me get me, by hopeless_hope 
He picks up his phone and sends a quick text. "hey, happy! i’m not feeling too hot today, so i think i’m gonna have to cancel. tell mr. stark i’m sorry!"
He stares at his phone, waiting for a response. It never comes, and Peter sighs sadly. There was a part of him, a small part, that really hoped he was wrong. His insides burn, and he curls up tighter into a ball and turns off his phone.
(No one’s going to try to contact him anyway.)
or
Anxiety has a way of convincing Peter that everyone hates him. Tony has a way of proving him wrong.
Midnight Oil, by @jolinarjackson
After everything that has happened to Peter over the last year - or five, really - he shouldn’t be worried about something as mundane as the ACT. When he fails it, though it sends him into a spiral of self-doubt, which only gets worse when Peter realizes that he doesn’t seem to be able to fix whatever is broken.
Tony Stark has anxiety 
do you even remember what the world looks like ?, by @iron--spider
Tony’s heart has been working on overdrive since this whole thing started. Friday has a countdown clock plastered on the heads up display, but it feels like hieroglyphics to him at this point, like some ancient language he could never master.
Because when Peter Parker is missing, things start losing their meaning real quick.
“Should be around here,” Rhodey says on the com. May is still on the other line, listening in, because once a certain amount of time goes by without word from Peter, things move into Extremely Worried Aunt territory. They’re already in Tony Is Panicking territory, and when both of those territories overlap it’s never a good time for anybody.
Time? What the hell is time? His mind is blanking numbers out entirely. Minutes are seconds are hours are years.
not like megatron, by @iron--spider
“Hi! This is Peter Parker, I can’t get to the phone right now, so leave a message and I’ll call you back later! Hopefully not too much later, but don’t get your hopes up!”
Tony knows that message by heart. He’s heard it hundreds of times, in a greyer world, and it sends shivers down his spine as he climbs into the car.
He doesn’t think about that place. That half-world. No way, that’s done, that’s over, that’s history.
“Hey, kid, don’t you know it’s bad etiquette to go and disappear on your birthday? Not allowed, really, really bad vibes from the universe. What’s going on with your suit? I wasn’t watching. Nope. Just got an alert. What’s going on? Uh, call me back.” He clears his throat and hangs up like a moron, driving out into the street.
Hypothermia trope (i really like it so if you have any suggestions...)
i knock the ice from my bones, by hopeless_hope
Peter tries to move his legs through the water, dread filling him when they don’t move, and he just hangs there, doing anything and everything he can not to focus on the feeling of ice clinging to his bones. He feels sluggish, the world blurring around him, and he rests his head on the ice, not even registering the cold anymore.
He’s just so damn tired.
“PETER!” he hears someone yell, but it’s all muffled, and he lazily drags his eyes up to see a figure descending towards him.
Somewhere, in the back of his mind, he thinks, This is not how my vacation was supposed to go.
or
While on what's supposed to be a relaxing vacation with the Starks, things for Peter quickly go south, and he finds himself on thin ice. Literally.
Ice Ice Baby, by @wolfypuppypiles
If Tony, Bucky or pretty much anybody that knew Peter had seen him that morning they would have smacked him upside the head. Helping people was great, everyone should give it a go, but when helping people puts you in danger it’s not so smart anymore.
AKA Peter can't get from Avenger tower to the subway without giving his winter clothes to homeless people and ends up with a severe case of hypothermia
Candle in the Window, by @madasthesea
Finals are over and Peter just wants to go home. The weather has other ideas.
Burn This Out, by @ephemeralstark
It's summer and Peter is free to be Spider-Man all day which is great, but it's summer and Peter is out as Spider-Man on the hottest day of the year which is not great.
Or, Peter gets heat stroke because he can't thermoregulate and things could not go worse for him.
(yeah, it’s not an hypothermia, but it’s linked to the fact that Peter can’t actually thermoregulate)
Post-Endgame (really like this trope too lmao)
the first birthday after, by iron_spider 
(Endgame spoilers. But The Thing doesn't happen.)
The rain falls harder and Tony turns, his neck creaking and cracking, and he sees Peter asleep over by the window. He’s holding a small, flat box, and he’s slowly slipping to the right side of the easy chair he’s in.
Tony thinks about letting him sleep, but he finds himself speaking anyway. “Pete,” he says, his voice rough and raspy.
Peter immediately startles awake. “Happy Birthday,” he says, almost like he’d fallen asleep practicing it, planning to say it as soon as he woke up. He blinks at Tony, shivering a little bit, and then he smiles. “Happy Birthday. Happy Birthday.”
Tony snorts, smiling back. “Thanks, bud,” he says.
Second Best, by Rowan_M
Tony had adjusted to parenthood quickly when Morgan came along, and was always conscious of making sure Peter isn't left out ... Almost always. When Peter gets hurt while taking care of Morgan, Tony obsess over his daughter and takes his anger out on Peter, without even checking to see if he was okay. Steve finds Peter later that night in serious pain and in need of immediate medical attention.
Or, Peter gets hurt while taking care of Morgan and Tony basically ignores him.
when you’re feeling empty keep me in your memory, by JkWriter
after everything with thanos he forgets it's his birthday. he just assumed everyone else did too.
All For You, by @ironxprince
Three weeks after the snap that saved the world, Peter learns he was the reason behind it. He learns that Tony risked death, and now has to live with the ramifications, both physical and mental, all because of him.
This doesn't sit right with him.
you save everybody, but who saves you ?, by @iron--spider
Tony doesn’t sleep, because he can’t, because too many things are plaguing him, most of all where Peter is and what he’s doing. Tony has a good view of the hallway through the windows to his room, and he stares and stares until his eyes cross, until he hallucinates, until he knows he’s going insane.
He sees Peter sneaking into the med bay at about four in the morning.
The kid’s mask is off and he’s got two short, harsh slashes across his cheek, and he’s bleeding from a slice across his neck. His suit is ripped in a few places and he’s holding onto his middle, and Tony can see his hands are shaking.
It’s like something splinters in Tony’s already broken brain, like his world narrows and there are hazy edges, both weakness and strength entwining in his veins when he sees Peter struggle up onto one of the beds in the main atrium, starting to tend his wounds without calling anybody to help.
BAMF Peter Parker 
Pizza, a Movie, and... an Attempted Kidnapping ?, by Pogokitten
“Tony. We’ll be fine,” Peter tells the man for what must be the tenth time in the last half hour.
Peter’s sitting on the couch of his and May’s apartment and building Legos with Morgan as they both watch their father’s methodical, yet anxious, pacing. He’s dressed to impress, as is Pepper who is watching the scene slightly exasperated.
“Are you sure? We can ditch the gala, kid. Just say the word,” Tony offers, halting in front of his kids.
Or: Tony and Pepper leave Peter in charge of Morgan while they go to their first gala since the third snap. Peter is expecting a calm night in with his adopted sister, but some thugs throw a wrench in his plans.
he’s good like that, by @iron--spider
“Get the hell outta here, boy,” the man says. “Or you’re gonna watch your boss die in front of you.” Then he grabs Tony by the shoulders hard, and shoves him down to his knees. The gun is louder now, like it’s filled with words that are eager to be shouted, and Tony winces when he feels the barrel press against the back of his neck. His knees weren’t ready to hit the ground that hard, and he tries to keep the pain from reaching his face.
He must fail, because Peter looks pissed.
“You’re not gonna shoot him, mister,” Peter says, somehow still trying to maintain a respectful tone, despite the clear anger written all over him.
stark robotics and technology conference, by @iron--spider
Peter leans against the wall while Tony chooses their floor, and the doors close. “Do you, uh, want me to do some interning stuff? Like go and get you coffee? Make sure the, uh—programs are all ready? Make sure the paintings are straight in the ballroom? Make sure the chairs are—”
Tony snorts. “Kid, I just thought you’d enjoy this. May told me about when it came through Queens but you two couldn’t make it because she was working and didn’t want you to go alone, and I thought, after all the shit you’ve been through lately, that you deserved something fun. No interning for you. That’s just an excuse.”
Peter remembers that. It was six months after Ben died, and he wasn’t gonna bother May too much about the conference. He didn’t know how much tickets cost anyways, or if kids his age could even go.
He really hung onto the idea of Iron Man after Ben died. Peter held him closer than ever.
Peter and Tony fighting 
dinner and a jailbreak, by killerqueenwrites
“I’m not your kid!” Peter shouts.
“Don’t walk away from me, I’m not done–“
“You’re not my dad!”
Peter fitting in after the Blip isn't as easy as Tony hoped it would be. He wants his kid back, but they can't seem to stop fighting.
and then Peter goes missing.
my old man, by parkrstark 
"I just want to help you. I want to help you understand what's wrong here and how to stop it. I used to be the same way until my father showed me how to be a man." He glanced back at Peter to sneer. "He's old enough to know better by now, but it's not your fault you didn't know how to teach him." "Teach him what?" Tony asked even though he didn't want to know the answer.
"Discipline, of course," Junior said with a wink.
--
Tony takes Peter on a weekend trip to try and change his mind about college and things go wrong. Then, they go even more wrong.
Between how it is and how it should be, by @frostysunflowers
''Doesn’t Captain Rogers ever…wonder,'' Peter winced as he fumbled for the right word, ''where you are?''
Bucky smirked. ''Steve’s a regular mother hen. Used to be me that worried about him.'' He gave Peter a pointed look. ''Better question is, isn’t Stark wondering where you are?''
Soulmates trope 
presumed dead, by killerqueenwrites 
Tony gets his first soulmark when he’s fifteen, his second when he's thirty. He's forty-six when his third appears, and forty-eight when it fades to grey.
did you see the flares in the sky ?, by justt-ppeachy
‘hi’  
One simple word was displayed proudly on the inside of his right wrist. Tony wasn’t sure when this word showed up or how long it had been there.
A line formed underneath the word and Tony could almost feel the pressure on his arm from the marker his soulmate was using to push one phrase from their skin into his.
‘i loev yu’
The letters were written slowly and messily as they showed up upon his wrist while he watched in disbelief. Not sure if he was hallucinating or just going insane, Tony rubbed at the writing, wondering if they would disappear once he looked again.
The words were barely recognizable, but they were still the best thing Tony had ever seen.
IronDad Fluff (yeah)
peter wearing tony’s hoodie, by killerqueenwrites 
Tony’s used to his clothes going missing. His MIT hoodie doesn’t often leave his closet, though, which is why he notices its absence straight away. There’s a lifetime of safety and comfort in this old hoodie, for both of them, and that’s all Tony could ever wish to give Peter.
Career Day, by @superhusbands4ever
“Hey, sorry I’m late,” Peter’s enhanced senses picked up the familiar voice from outside the door. “I had a meeting this morning and then I got lost looking for the class… anyway, I’m here for Peter? Peter Parker?”
He frowned at hearing his name, still unsure what exactly was going on. He watched as his teacher continued to stand and stare out the door for a minute before seemingly remembering herself and taking a step back.
“Of course! If you could just go sit next to him until your turn, he’s in the back on the right side.”
The man stepped through the door and Peter gaped with the rest of the class as Tony Stark, in his signature suit and goatee, sporting a pair of red sunglasses and carrying a suitcase walked through the door.
Kryptonite, by forensicleaf 
The kid is acting weird.
Tony tries to figure it out.
father’s day, by @iron--spider 
It’s Father’s Day, and Tony never really had a father. Not in the real sense of the word, not in the way that counts.
Peter Parker doesn’t have a father, either. Not anymore, anyway, not since he was little, and the amount of years that have passed since then outweigh the amount of time he got with Richard Parker.
Tony wouldn’t call himself Peter’s dad. He wouldn’t, he doesn’t, he doesn’t think of himself that way, no way, no way.
He stares at himself in the mirror. He pulls down on his cheeks, makes his eyes water. He runs his hands over the roughness of his jaw and sorta hates everything about himself right now, because he’s acting like a goddamn idiot. It’s Father’s Day and he’s not a father. He doesn’t know why the hell he’s pining for something that isn’t his, shouldn’t be his, can never be his. He isn’t a father, he isn’t Peter’s father, so there’s no reason on God’s green earth for Peter and him to do something for Father’s Day.
ain’t no valley low enough, by @iron--spider (yes, again, ‘cuz she’s the best)
Peter snorts. “You know I didn’t apply anywhere in Florida.”
“Please, kid, you know all you have to do is write a beautiful essay with my recommendation attached to it and you’re in. You’ve got the scores.”
Peter has a list. Of all the places he applied to, all the places he got into. A lot of it was encouraged by the adult role models in his life, some of it by Ned daydreaming about places like California and Colorado. Mostly, Peter just applied everywhere he could think of, because he’s known for a long time that Tony was gonna help May pay for it, and he didn’t wanna limit his options. Thinking about college has been strange for him, strange to the extent that he had a full blown panic attack about it in the middle of Avengers taco night last month. He can’t really understand it, doesn’t get why it feels like the end of the world—because he’s experienced the end of the world, and it’s not which campus has a bowling alley and which school has circus classes. But he nearly blacked out all the same, sobbed in Tony’s arms on the balcony until Tony proposed this. The road trip.
and when it’s hard, i’ll place your head into my hands, by hopeless_hope
“Tony,” Pepper sing-songs to get his attention. “Your mother hen is showing.”
“What?” he snaps indignantly. “I am not a mother hen. This is just... concern. Of the average kind. Perfectly normal.”
“Of course,” Pepper humors him, and he shoots her a dirty look as he types out a quick text to Peter.
or
It's been five days since Tony's heard from Peter, who's away at college, and Tony is not coping well. (Neither is Peter.)
Peter likes cuddles (and Tony too, but he always denies it... until he can’t)
my arms will hold you (keep you safe and warm), by parkrstark 
“So, you’re telling me your body...is going through Oxytocin withdrawals?” Tony asked slowly.
“Cuddle withdrawals,” Peter corrected him. “Mr. Stark cuddles.”
TW : Rape/non-cons
make me strong, by parkrstark 
It all started when Tony introduced Peter to Skip Westcott. He just didn't know until it was too late.
(There is a lot more, but I can’t find it rn ;-;)
5+1 
5 times peter clung to tony, by parkrstark 
... and the one time tony clung to him.
You are my Dad, you’re my dad, boogiewoogiewoogie, by Hittinmiss
“Peter? What’s going on kid?” Tony asked, him popping up on the phone’s screen.
“Hey da-” Peter started automatically before immediately noticing his mistake, the look on Ned’s face proved that yes, he almost called Tony Stark dad. He needed to try recover quickly because the look on Tony’s face seemed confused, especially with his slight pause. “-aaaaaamn Mr. Stark I really like your shirt. Where’d you get it?”
Smooth.
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5 times Peter called Tony Dad and the 1 time Tony called himself Dad
5 Times Tony Took Care of Peter..., by As_Clear_As_Crystal 
“Think if I coded a sign into your suit that says ‘Baby on Board,’ maybe criminals wouldn’t be so enthusiastic about murdering you?” Tony asks airily, poking at the bottom of Peter’s foot.
Peter halfheartedly kicks at Tony with his toe. (“That’s offensive, Mr. Stark.” )
- - -
aka: Five times Tony took care of Peter, and one time Peter took care of Tony.
5 times Peter is stuck with Tony, by @iron--spider
(...and one time he’s stuck alone.)
“I wonder if Pepper’s reported me missing yet,” Tony says, with an exaggerated sigh. “I wonder if this is some kind of scheme to kidnap me or something.”
“I think the ride’s just broken,” Peter says.
“Today of all goddamn days,” Tony says, exasperation clear in his voice and in his eyes. “Ruining our trip—”
“It’s not ruined,” Peter says. “Look, we’re hanging out."
“Real quality time,” Tony huffs. “Us, a few other trapped members of the general public, and a handful of animatronic pirates. Drunk pirates. Repeating themselves.”
5 times tony forgot peter was just a kid, by @parkrstark
...and the 1 time he didn't.
Or the one where it was hard for Tony to remember that the kid fighting next to him was still just a kid.
can i get a good night’s sleep ? can i PLEASE get a good night’s sleep ?, by peterstank 
The doors open and there’s Peter, perched on a gurney with his shirt gone and a whole lot of blood staining his side. He’s bent awkwardly, clearly trying to feel his way around whatever wound he’s got.
“Um,” Tony says, approaching, “What.”
Peter looks up and—yeah, he’s lost a lot more blood than Tony had originally thought. His face is completely fucking drained. “Hey,” he says, offering a jaunty wave before returning his attention to his side. “I got shot.”
“Oh!” Tony nods. “Oh, okay. What the fuck, kiddo?”
or: five times peter doesn’t sleep + the one time he does
Five Times Peter and Tony Had Each Other’s Back, by Sahiya
... and One Time They Needed Help.
Peter is Tony’s Biological Child
I Had the Dream Again, by Skeeter_110
Peter calls Tony in the middle of the night crying.
Congratulations, it’s a Boy, by capiocapi 
"Sir, I have the results.”
“Okay, Jarvis. Hit me.”
“It’s a match. 99.9% chance that he is your biological son, which is the percentage needed to be recognized by law as a biological parent.”
Tony’s stomach did a funny swooping dance. “Great. Congratulations to me then, eh? It’s a boy.”
You Are My Sunshine, by @iamconstantine
Tony Stark had always been a man of science and he always would be. It was his personal and fundamental belief that everything had an explanation. His eventual encounters with Norse gods, alien life, and sorcerers did kind of quake this a little bit, but still.
One thing that had always confounded him as the one thing that had no scientific explanation was fate. Murphy’s law, Finagle’s law, the butterfly effect, the domino effect, the snowball effect, and the wisest of all: “Shit happens.”
So how peculiar was it that one of the greatest things to ever happen to him began with a tray of champagne?
Serie i love you more than anything, by @iron--spider 
The highs and lows of Tony unexpectedly becoming a single dad at 31– from Peter’s early baby years, all the way past the defeat of Thanos
May’s abusive boyfriend trope 
A Peter Parker Problem, by @spagbol99
Peter Parker was back from the dead. At least that is what everybody told him. He'd been snapped out of existence until some sort of time travel and an active death wish by his mentor had saved him and the universe. Just your average sort of life for a 16 year old from Queens.
Peter comes back to find May has a husband and a kid. A new family he has to fit into. But he has done it before, he can do it again.
The only thing that feels solid is Tony: the Blip and fatherhood have mellowed him and Peter loves the bond they have now. He knows Tony would be there for him through anything. But Tony needs to focus on his own recovery - not small time Peter Parker problems. When things at home take a turn for the worse, Peter decides that he'll handle it himself. He is Spider-man. He's been to space and fought aliens. He can get through anything. After all, if May is happy, he is happy, right? Right?
(again, I’ve read a lot more but can’t find it...)
Peter Parker Whump (everyone’s favorite trope)
Danger Pizza, by alice_in_ink
The window was pushed open, and Iron Man’s head popped into his bedroom. “Here’s where I’m confused—why lock the front door but leave the fire-escape-accessible windows unlocked?” He clambered through said window. “Seems like a safety hazard.”
Peter eyed the metal suit as it straightened to a standing position. “Did you break into my window to kill me?”
The face plate lifted, and Tony’s eyes quickly looked over the teen. “Christ, kid. It looks like you’re halfway there.”
...
A wild night on patrol leaves Peter with a broken back, and boy, does he want to be able to move without dying. (So he calls Anthony Stark, obviously.)
If You Can’t Catch A Breath (You Can Take The Oxygen Straight Out Of My Own Chest), by @losingmymindtonight
"And I would hurry. Little Peter is about to be under quite a lot of pressure, and it might get a little hard to breathe.”
I’ve Got You, by @thedumbestavenger
Peter runs into a Copycat Vulture out on patrol, from there, everything escalates.
Meetings and Migraines, by AllThingsGeeky
Peter has another migraine at an unfortunate time and despite his best efforts he can’t ignore it forever.
The Most Important Thing In The World, by S0lstice
Peter’s door creaked and began to bend under the force of the crowbar and for the first time since regaining consciousness, fear began to press into him. Something very bad was happening and it was happening fast - too fast for his sluggish mind to keep up.
He went with his instincts instead, the first one always being, Help Mr. Stark.
Friendly Fire, by @jolinarjackson
Finding a careful truce with the government, the “rogue Avengers” are allowed to return to the Compound where they are put under house arrest. Peter coming to spend one week at the Compound during his summer break couldn’t have come at a more inconvenient time as the opportunity to bond a little more with his mentor is overshadowed by a conflict he doesn’t quite understand. When he starts to develop a mysterious medical condition, however, the former team is forced to work together – not just to protect Peter’s identity from the DODC, but also to find the cause for his illness before it’s too late.
“He’s my kid,” Tony said, his voice hoarse. “He’s my kid and I failed him.” He covered his eyes and took a few deep, shuddering breaths. “All I ever do is fail him.” Natasha knelt down in front of him and cupped his face in her hands, waiting for him to meet her eyes before she said, “Right now, he doesn’t need you to fix this. He doesn’t need you down here. He needs you over there, in the medbay, by his side.” She thumbed tears from the corners of his eyes and ignored the ones running down her own face. “You haven’t failed him yet.”
alarm bells and panic levels, by @iron--spider
Tony lands heavy on the dock, the wood splintering hard under the metal suit. He’s having trouble breathing, his nose is bleeding, he most definitely has more than the recommended amount of broken ribs. But none of that fucking matters. The sky is clear, the assholes are down, but there’s one thing missing.
He looks over his shoulder when Rhodey lands too. His suit is dented in a few places but other than that he looks alright. His face mask flips up and Tony lets his mask retract.
“Where’s Peter?” Tony asks, his voice rough with the amount of yelling he’s been doing. Fuck these stupid assholes. They were supposed to go mini-golfing today. The kid had been looking forward to it for weeks.
Rhodey looks around, breathing hard through his mouth. “I thought you knew.”
there’s something wrong, by @iron--spider
“I’m sorry, Pete,” Tony whispers. “We should have checked you for something like this when we were resetting your arm and checking on the concussion. Goddamnit. We didn’t think.”
“He poisoned us both?” Peter asks, trying to open one eye to look at him.
“Yeah,” Tony says, brushing Peter’s hair back from his forehead. “He’s dying. He got the brunt of it, a nice fucking cocktail of bullshit, including mercury and a bunch of other toxic shit—”
“Am I dying?” Peter whispers, voice breaking.
Fitting In (Tiny Spaces), by aloneintherain
Peter's trapped beneath a collapsed building during a mission, hurt and unable to move. Luckily, his comm still works. Unluckily, the Avengers don’t realise how bad of a state Peter is in, and Peter isn’t inclined to tell them.
“Spidey, they’ve got reinforcements. We’ve hit a bit of a snag here, and I don’t think anyone will be able to help you for a while. Think you can sit tight while we deal with this?”
The pressure on his lower back and legs was becoming too much. Peter swallowed thickly, fighting down panic. He could handle this.
“Yeah,” Peter said. “I can do that.”
Collections/Series (’cause I could make an inventory of all @iron--spider stories, you know, but you have to read all of her work, if you haven’t yet) (God she doesn’t even know who I am)
iron dad bingo, by @iron--spider
stay at home, by @iron--spider
whumptober, by @iron--spider
Whumptober 2019, by @marvelous-writer
Day in the life of the Iron Family, by @marvelous-writer 
The Tumblr Archives, by @losingmymindtonight
Everything comes back to you, by @losingmymindtonight
Nice work, kid, by @madasthesea
Irondad Bingo 2019, by sahiya 
The Adventures of Spidy-son and Iron-dad, by eva7673
Tony adopts Peter (why everyone kills May, btw ?)
Accepting the Tides, by @emma--anacortes
Tony had dragged Peter from the depths of despair after May's death. It was normal that he'd grown to care a little about him, right?
Yeah, okay. He freaking loved the kid.
So naturally he would feel a little weird when Richard Parker randomly shows up in Peter's life. Naturally he'd feel protective, nervous, and confused because where has Richard been all this time? And why does Tony feel sick every time he sees him around Peter?
All he knows is if Richard hurts his kid, Tony's gonna give him hell.
Series Out of Darkness, by @starryknight09
“Is this Peter Parker?”
“Yes…”
“This is Dr. Nguyen. I’m sorry but your aunt’s been in an accident and we’re going to need you to come to Queens Memorial as soon as you can.”
Peter's life shatters with a phone call. The last person he expects helps him pick up the pieces.
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Part 3! This is the last part, containing Beel and Belphie's sections below the cut. Please enjoy~
Part 1 | Part 2
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Beelzebub:
Things were peaceful with the pregnancy for a while.
Even in the beginning, when MC was barely showing and faced very little issues, the sixth brother was waiting on her hand and foot
And he almost always had a smile on his face. He was just insanely happy about becoming a dad, about having a baby with MC.
He handled every thing more or less with stride.
When she started showing and the woman felt self-conscious about the fact that she was losing her figure, he'd hold her close and kiss her, telling how beautiful she was, that the belly she was growing made her no less so. In fact, it made her even more beautiful because to him, what her body was doing was a beautiful thing: growing and carrying his child, something that meant the world to him.
Yeah, he was a bit anxious about how things would go since Lucifer told them the pregnancy could become dangerous for her, but he was still truly happy for the two of them to become parents.
Unlike his siblings in the other timelines, Beel had no fears about how he'll be as a dad; he knew he had so much love to give their son or daughter and was ready to give it.
It wasn't until MC's fourth month when some concerns were raised.
MC's belly had grew at an unusual rate. Despite just entering her fourth month, her belly was roughly the size of what it should be in her sixth or even seventh month of pregnancy, according to Satan.
Beel didn't really know anything specific about pregnancy so he didn't see it as anything to worry about. I mean, he was the Avatar of Gluttony and this was his baby. MC developed quite the appetite because of this and was eating at least twice more than she used to. Surely that's all this was? And if so, the man couldn't see it as anything dangerous, at least.
Still, MC's anxiety grew over it, causing him talk over it more with the blonde to figure out if there was anything he could do for her.
And so the time came; the rune! Satan drew the rune over the human's belly to collect the data they needed.
After a minute or two of absorbing the data, the blonde raised an eyebrow.
"What is it?" MC asked.
"It... well, I suppose for a start, Beel is correct that his sin is part of the reason for the growth spurt." Satan began. "But only partly."
Beel leaned towards his brother, listening closely.
"However, there are some more difficult elements at play here." The fourth brother continued. "The most pressing being... the number."
"I... what?" The woman stared at the demon in front of her.
"It seems you two are having twins. Two girls, in fact."
Beel immediately pulled MC in for a hug. The woman cried heavy tears, but they were paired with a smile. The big guy teared up as well.
"Twins. Beely, we're having two little girls." She said from inside his arms.
"I know." The man pulled back and gave her a sweet kiss before laying both hands on her belly. "Our little girls--"
"I hate to interrupt," The Avatar of Wrath said, but of course, did so anyway. "But... do either of you realize the danger this poses to any degree?"
Beel turned back to his brother, furrowing his brow.
Satan sighed.
"Beel... one baby was going to be rough on her body, but two?" He pointed out. "Honestly Beel, she'll likely be eating at least as much as you, if not more, and that still might not be enough for her body. It's manageable now, but once she enters the last trimester, it'll be very difficult to keep two gluttony demon children fed as well as the mother they're siphoning nutrition off of faster than she can get it."
Basically, MC was going to be eating an extreme amount of food and still literally be starving. That's how Beel understood it at least.
The man looked at his girlfriend and frowned in worry. He hated feeling hungry and didn't wish that on his Muffin, but knew she'll end up feeling even worse than that.
"Is there anything I can do for her now?" The redhead asked.
"Right now... all we can do is stock up and hope for the best." The blonde answered. "Lucifer should probably be informed so things can be planned out."
And so he did. He walked his girlfriend to their bedroom so she could lie down for a bit while he went to Lucifer's study to inform him. The older brother was instantly stressed out, but let out a sigh and told him that he'll handle it.
Lucifer did warn Beel though that he probably won't be able to eat as much as he's used to because of this. The Avatar of Gluttony only nodded. If he had to go hungry to keep MC fed and alive then so be it. It was worth it to him.
As the months went by, Satan's predictions were proven true. By half way through her seventh month, MC was bedridden. Her belly had grown so big that she literally could not get out of bed on her own.
The woman was never alone though. She constantly had either Beel or Belphie or both with her to bring her food or carry her to the bathroom or cuddle her so she didn't get lonely.
What was equally as worrisome as her gravid boulder of a belly was the rest of her. The woman had lost so much weight in her thighs, arms, and face that she looked like she's been starved for years.
Each touch of Beel's was extra gentle because his girlfriend looked so fragile like this. He was afraid to hurt her even more, especially because of their girls' kicks.
The twins had inherited their daddy's strength. Occasionally, one or both of them would kick their mama a bit too hard, causing a bruise to form on her belly.
This led to lots of belly time. Beel would kiss and rub his Muffin's belly while talking to his girls, telling them how loved they are, but how they need to be more gentle with their mama.
Despite how difficult the situation was, both Beel and MC kept positive, smiling through it. After all, this was all for their little girls so of course it was worth it.
Good End:
Oh this poor woman. It took ten months of pregnancy, being a full month over due, but her twins were finally ready to come out into the world and meet their parents.
It was a long twelve hours for the couple; after all, these were two very big, overdue demon babies of gluttony being pushed out by a mom they've seriously weakened for months now. Yet despite the odds, both Mama and babies made it out okay.
Beel kissed his girlfriend's head and watched as she fed their girls. Their girls. This was really happening. Beel was a daddy. His sweet Muffin was a mama and those sweet girls feeding from her chest were their daughters, sporting his hair, eye color, horns, even delicate versions of his wings, but still had all of their mother's facial features. They were identical, unlike him and Belphie, but the demon truly hoped the two could forge just as strong of a bond together as he had with his twin.
When the two were done drinking, Beel took the one from MC's left arm and brought her into his own. Just then, a knock came to the door and it clicked open to reveal Belphie, who Beel texted a few minutes ago; he wanted his twin to be the very first one to see his daughters.
The couple smiled at him.
"Belphie, come see them." MC invited him to come closer.
The seventh brother approached the bed and gave a small smile.
"So... whose who?"
MC looked up to Beel, letting her boyfriend introduce them. The man smiled.
"This is Arsenia." The redhead stared down at the little girl in his arms, kissing her head before looking to the one in MC's arms. "And right there is Anais."
The three talked for a bit and watched the babies before MC needed to sleep. Beel laid the twins in their cribs before giving his Muffin a quick kiss on her head.
"Sweet dreams, Muffin. Thank you for everything." He smiled.
Bad End:
Twelve hours. Twelve hours of labor that seemed like it was going no where. The first baby was barely even crowning after all this time and MC was losing what remained of her strength. The woman honestly didn't know how much more she could take.
Beel felt so helpless as he watched her struggle. He was so hyperfocused on his Muffin that he hadn't even thought of food once during these twelve hours and even a non gluttony demon would be getting hungry right then.
It took another hour, but MC eventually got the head out and then the shoulders. But that was it. That was as far as she made it. She had lost the last of her strength and just... faded away at that moment. Beel couldn't accept it at first and just kept calling her name and shaking her shoulder, begging her to wake up. But she didn't. The man let out a howl of pain before collapsing on his knees in sobs. He cried for a minute before remembering his girls.
Beel quickly shot up and freed the first baby, Arsenia, from her mother's body. Anais... Anais, he never got to save. They never knew it, but the cord had been wrapped around her neck for most of the labor and she left them before even MC did.
And just like that, the Avatar of Gluttony lost his Muffin and one of his daughters. As he held tightly to Arsenia though, he vowed that he would never, ever let any harm come to her.
Beel was a loving, but fiercely protective father. His daughter handled it in stride for the first twelve years of her life, but after that, grew to really resent him. He never let her truly live her life. By fifteen, she actually ran away to the Human realm in search of what was left of her mother's side of the family, leaving a note saying that she couldn't handle him suffocating her anymore. Arsenia had succeeded in finding her grandma and Lucifer convinced Beel to just let her be for a few days. Then he came to get her and the two had a heart to heart talk.
The man didn't know how he could grow to let go more; all he knew was his fear. This was his daughter. His worse nightmare was losing her just like he did with MC and Anais. But he knew if he didn't learn then he was just going to lose her in another way. The man just didn't know what to do anymore. Not without MC, who kept him grounded. Not without MC, who he sees everytime he looks at his daughter's face. And so he was stuck feeling desperate and lost and just wanting his daughter to understand him and be happy.
Belphegor:
After the two's three month fight, Belphie was dedicated to taking care of MC.
He was an ass to her when he found out of she was pregnant and he knew it, never even denied it, but it came from a place of fear and love for his human.
Seeing just how important this baby was to her though... it was enough for him to bury his fear deep inside of himself for her. He had to; she needed him and he was not going to abandon her again.
Her second trimester was... well, let's just say he stepped in to support her at just the right time.
MC was always so exhausted and went through her days in almost a daze.
She even passed out at the dinner table one evening, face falling straight onto her plate.
Normally, the Avatar of Sloth would find this funny, but the pregnancy had him on edge.
She woke up fairly easily though. Just a couple shakes of her shoulder and the woman was lifting her head, wondering why there was mashed potatoes in her hair.
That was enough for him though. Belphie picked his girlfriend up and carried her to his room. He cleaned the food out of her hair before laying her back on the bed.
"I'm sorry..." She mumbled.
"Don't apologize, Butthead." He said softly, pulling her to his chest.
He knew she couldn't help it. In general, pregnancy could be tiring, but when the baby daddy is the literal Avatar of Sloth? Yeah, that made things harder.
The human fell asleep, barely staying conscious long enough to hear his response.
Belphie leaned in and kissed her forehead.
Even after such an early bed time, MC didn't wake up in the morning. Or the afternoon. Belphie was tense as hell, but tried to be patient.
Around 3pm, after sleeping for about twenty hours straight, the man tried shaking his girlfriend awake. But she wouldn't.
Belphie started freaking out and shaking her harder. She still wouldn't wake up.
He had to triple check that she was alive. And she was; the woman still breathed slow, sleepy breaths and had a calm pulse like any sleeping person would.
But she wasn't waking up? Why?
At some point, the younger brother wasn't sure when, but Beel had gotten up and rushed to Lucifer.
The oldest brother put a hand on his youngest brother's shoulder, stopping him from shaking the human anymore.
Belphie instantly shook the oldest off and gave him a glare.
"Stop, she's not waking up!"
"Shaking her is not going to help the situation."
Belphie was frustrated with the Avatar of Pride, but knew he was right. But what else could he do?
Lucifer did most of the talking with Beel after that. The two went back and forth on different things as Belphie simply held his girlfriend close.
Eventually, the two left the room and came back with Satan, book in hand. Belphie growled as the blonde approached the bed.
Satan sighed.
"Enough with that. I believe I know a way to figure out the problem."
And with that, the fourth brother explained step by step everything he was going to do.
The boyfriend scowled, but let the blonde do what he needed to do.
Satan opened his book and laid it on the bed. He gave a glance at the page before pulling down the blanket and raising up the woman's shirt.
Belphie growled again, but stopped as Beel laid a hand on his arm. The man then took a deep breath and just sat up, watching the blonde's movements carefully as he guarded his girlfriend. Yeah, Satan was his brother, but more importantly, that was his girlfriend the blonde was messing with. Whatever he does, he better be gentle.
The three other men watched as the Avatar of Wrath drew a rune around MC's navel. The woman stirred, making some noises in her sleep, but didn't awake.
When the blonde finished the rune, it glowed a very bright purple. The fourth brother raised an eyebrow at this.
"It's... not supposed to do that." The blonde picked up his book, rereading the passage once more.
"What did you do?" Belphie immediately jumps to the worse scenarios.
Satan waved off his words and continued to read the passage.
"It's suppose to glow green since I am the rune's scripter... however, it shows itself in your color."
The Avatar of Sloth didn't say a word; he didn't understand what was going on. He looked down at his human, whose sleep had turned a bit restless since the other man drew the rune on her.
The fourth brother finally sat down the book and reached out to lay his hand on the rune
...and was immediately shocked.
Satan cursed and pulled his hand towards his chest.
"What happened?" Lucifer asked.
The fourth brother just shook his head and breathed for a minute in order to keep calm.
"It... I seemed to be locked out." The blonde answered in a controlled voice.
"What do you mean, you're locked--"
"It means I don't have control over the rune!" The Avatar of Wrath snapped at the oldest before taking a deep breath. "Belphie, you do it."
"Do what?"
"Just put your hand on the rune; it'll do the rest."
Belphie stared at his brother for a minute before slowly laying his hand on MC's belly, right above the rune.
Suddenly, his eyes glowed as his brain was flooded with information.
Okay, first off, he learned the rune was purple because of the baby. As soon as they sensed the rune intruding on their safe place, the baby locked Satan out... apparently to protect themselves and their mother. Belphie only has access because they seem to trust him.
It also seemed that the baby has inherited their dad's protective instincts. Belphie approves.
That's not the only thing they got from him though.
The reason MC has been out cold for past twenty hours is because they inherited their dad's miasma powers, the ability that he uses with his aura to weaken people and put them to sleep
The very same power he used the night he killed MC.
Belphie wanted to curse, to scream, to aim all his anger at the little being doing this to her
But then he discovered why.
The baby... they sensed their mama's great distress, something MC had been trying so hard to hide from him.
It all went back to the first revelation; the baby was protective of their mother. They weren't just protecting her from outside forces, but from herself too.
Lastly, he learned learned that there was no single baby; there was two
Twins. A boy and a girl.
Belphie pried away his hand so quickly that he almost fell off of the bed. If it wasn't for Beel being right behind him and catching him, he would have.
"What is it?" His twin asked.
Oh dear devil, where should he even start? The seventh brother didn't even know if he wanted to say anything; he just wanted time to let it all sit within him, but he had three pairs of eyes trained on him at the moment.
Belphie glanced down at MC's sleeping face and a fresh wave of guilt washed over him. She was essentially being drugged into sleep by his kids. Once again, this was his fault.
Sensing how overwhelmed his twin was, Beel turned to Lucifer and said some things that the younger twin didn't even try to hear before the oldest and the blonde left the room, leaving the twins alone.
Belphie sat with his knees to his chest and hid his face in his arms.
Beel came up and hugged his brother.
"It's my fault..." Belphie's voice cracked.
The younger twin told the redhead everything, who listened patiently to all of it.
Beel's arms tightened around his brother.
"You know she wouldn't blame you for it." Beel told him.
"Doesn't change the fact that it's my fault..."
The twins talked together for a little over an hour. After that, Belphie fell asleep next to MC and Beel left to update Lucifer.
The conclusion? Wait. All they could do for now is wait. Satan looked into some human-safe potions that would be strong enough to wake MC if she took too long, but otherwise, waiting is all they could do.
Two days later, MC woke up in severe need of water. Beel ran to go get some for her as Belphie held her close, relief washing over him.
A few bottles of water later, MC asked what happened.
Belphie didn't know what to say. Or rather... how to tell her.
But he did. He admitted everything with a heavy heart and actually apologized to her.
Wide eyed, his girlfriend pulled him in for a hug.
"Hey... none of that." She told him. "I'm fine, I-- it's okay."
The two laid there and cuddled for a while. Belphie laid with his head on her chest, feeling it rise and fall with each breath (and being incredibly grateful for each one) as his girlfriend stroked his hair.
"So...twins?" She asked softly. "How...how do you feel about that?"
Belphie let out a sigh. How could she lay there and worry about him despite the situation she was in?
It didn't help that the demon honestly had no clue to how to answer that. How did he feel about any of this now?
He hated all of this in the beginning and he resented this baby for even existing. Since his experience with the rune and getting the chance to understand the babies inside of her... he really didn't know.
They seemed... anxious and overall just wanted to protect their mother. That was no different from Belphie himself.
His twins just... devil, he could feel his heart softening for them as he thinks over everything.
He didn't resent them anymore, but how did he feel about them? About there being two of them?
Honestly, it sounded like a hassle. Even once this whole pregnancy is done with, MC and him will have twice the responsibility; he was exhausted just thinking about it.
Still, he accepted it all.
"Dummy, you shouldn't be worrying about what I think." Belphie shook his head. "...How do you feel about it?"
Silence.
"A bit... scared." She admitted. "I don't want you to get overwhelmed again and... and leave me."
Belphie sat up and stared down at her.
"I'm not leaving you. Ever." He said firmly. "I know I was a dick in the beginning, but I'm staying with you. Period."
MC looked away.
"Y-Yeah, but..."
Devil, he had to keep her stress levels down or their twins are gonna drug her again. The demon leaned in and kissed his girlfriend before laying his head back down on her chest.
"I love you, Butthead." He mumbled. "I'm not leaving you or our kids so stop worrying."
He could feel her body relax underneath him.
Months went by with very little issues. She went through somedays with a really froggy mind and that was concerning on it's own because she was extra clumsy like this, tripping over furniture and starting little fires in the kitchen.
Belphie and Beel were always hovering around her because of this, ready to catch her when she tripped. They also took over her cooking duty and took turns. MC felt bad and said she should be contributing more, but Belphie would always silence her with a kiss and tell her she's contributing enough by carrying his little gremlins.
This made her smile because she knew he was joking. If he was able to joke about them like that then there must be affection for them underneath it all. And she was right.
Her coma-like sleeps were rare but they did happen twice more in her pregnancy. Luckily between Belphie and Beel, they were able to keep her stress down enough to where it usually wasn't an issue.
Good End:
MC had woken him up in the middle of the night. Her contractions started while she was asleep and woke her up when they got too strong for her to sleep through. Belphie woke up to her crying and clinging to him.
From 3am to 9am, a long six hours, MC labored hard till she pushed both twins out. Their son had his dad's dark hair while their daughter had MC's hair. Both had Belphie's purple eyes though. Their daughter had their dad’s horns while their son had their dad’s tail.
MC held their son close to her chest as Belphie held his daughter. He stared down at the little girl, who lightly squirmed in his arms and let out soft cries.
"Belphie..."
He looked over to his girlfriend, just to notice that he himself had been crying as he watched his daughter. The demon looked away, blushing. After a moment, he spoke.
"I know we really didn't talk about this beforehand... but I want to name her Lilith."
His girlfriend gave him a smile.
"Of course."
The two discussed it for a few minutes and decided to name their son Judas.
Bad End:
Things fell apart early in MC's eighth month. The woman suddenly just collapsed where she stood, seconds after whispering Belphie's name and trying to reach out to him. The man caught her before she hit the floor. She had suddenly fallen into one of her comas. But why? He thought his girlfriend was okay, but apparently she had been bottling some feelings up. She would have had to have been or otherwise their children wouldn't be doing this to her.
It was three days later that Belphie woke up in the night to feel that the bed was wet. Very wet. MC's water broke! She was still in her coma though so how did this work?? Even with the contractions, could she birth the twins if he she wasn't awake to push?? Belphie quickly woke up Beel who in turn rushed to Lucifer. The oldest called a doctor, who had Belphie stay outside of the room.
The youngest brother paced back and forth in the hallway, cussing, and overall more awake then he has been all of his demon life.
In the end... MC didn't make it. But the twins did. The twins survived even when his girlfriend didn't and that fact destroyed him.
For the first two years of their life, Belphie had absolutely nothing to do with his kids; Beel raised them for him. It wasn't because of what you might think. Belphie didn't resent his kids or blame them for their mother's death like he thought he would. Belphie was drowning in self-hatred because it was his fault. He believed this with every fiber of his being. He couldn't even look at his children, especially Lilith, who he saw both MC and his sister within her whenever their eyes met.
Eventually, he got his shit together, at least somewhat. He always needed help though so Lilith and Judas were raise by both their father and their Uncle Beel. Belphie was pretty laid back as a father so between him and Beel, the kids had the freedom to do just about anything. However, they grew to be a bit bratty. Good hearted, but bratty. Any time anyone other than he or Beel tried to discipline them or said anything awful to his kids, Belphie was ready to murder a bitch and slowly at that; it was a lot easier to set this man off now as a parent. Luckily, Beel was always able to drag him away and calm him down.
Those around them were always put on edge by the Avatar of Sloth's presence because of this; even the other brothers weren't sure how to interact with him somedays. Still, his kids were safe and between himself and Beel, they never went without anything. They grew up loved and protected... just like MC wanted.
He sometimes got into these depressive moods when he thought of her and couldn't leave his bed. At first, Beel would try to occupy the kids elsewhere so he could have his space and the twins didn't have to see their daddy like that. One day though, when they were five, they snuck away and into the attic room that he hid in. Wordless, the two just climbed into bed with him and he held them close to his chest.
As much as he missed MC... he loved his kids and moments like that reminded him just how important they are to him. There was once a time where he told himself that if he had to choose between MC and their kids, he wouldn't hesitate to choose her; he simply couldn't imagine how he could care about anyone as strongly as he does her. Now that they're here though, he doesn't have to imagine it; it's his reality and though he missed MC with every fiber of his being, he wouldn't trade his children for anything in the three realms.
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woahajimes · 3 years
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How do you picture all of the bat boys? Like do they all have black hair and blue eyes to you? Also, what are your thoughts on Jason having red hair but dying it?
Hey luv <3 You are a literal deity for sending me this ask, just know that. 
- Dick has brown hair, yet a brown so that you think it’s black, but in the sunlight, it looks a very deep shade of brown. You won’t notice unless you’re looking for that specifically. His skin tone to me will always be like this tone, perhaps a little lighter (honestly don’t @ me because i keep reading comics and dick is literally white so my brain just did that thing in which it lets itself be lied to), and he’s been whitewashed for literally 80 years but i stick hard to my idea. His eyes are blue, just blue. Not like... specks of white or green or anything like that. They’re just a blue that he really isn’t conscious of, but it’s also a specific shade of blue (this up to your own imagination), yet not enough so you can name it, but enough so you can recognize it. Anywhere.  To me, Dick has dimples. I just know this. Also vvv nice eyebrows and eyelashes. I would literally sell my soul to have Dick’s eyelashes. 
- I still can’t decide on Jason. I just can’t do it. On one side, there’s blond jason todd that was also from the circus or something like that, and he’s from the 80s and pre-crisis (whatever that means) and a writer admitted that he forgot that jason’s hair color so really this is a whole mess. And Red-haired Jason is a gorgeous idea! But if anything were to be, I’d say that Jason has red hair, but it tilts more into the auburn side. Like bart’s hair color, but a bit more red. Yet I canon Jason with naturally black hair, this literally black and pitch black over and over, perhaps once brown then dyed???? and then maybe with the lazarus something happened and... I don’t know. Honestly. But Jason with black hair is what I lean onto, so that. 
There’s also the white strip of hair. At first I was thinking it came from stress, because it happens, but then everyone went with lazarus and stuff, so i just shut up. And honestly the white strip i headcanon it to be really faint at first, like whatever happened in the lazarus, and jason used to be super self-conscious about it, because people would look at him like just one more freak that came back from the dead (don’t ask me who becaus i won’t know what to tell you). So he was on his way to get hair dye (the confectionery’s store iykyk), to cover it up, and he was checking out the things, with the hood of his jacket covering it up, and the girl behind the counter, probably the daughter of the owner, or someone (she didn’t look a day beyond 13), she made this comment on how cool Jason’s hair was and why he didn’t accentutate it more (with bleach). And this lifted Jason’s spirit, so he go the bleach, even though he just assumed that the girl was making propaganda for the bleach (which cost more than the hair dye).  So anyways, that’s my headcanon on the white strip of hair, and I just think that the little comment that made him change his mind, just changed a lot of things for him, and with accentuating the white strip of hair, Jason started accepting who he was and stuff. 
His eyes (to me) will be blue. I have this headcanon in which pre-death, Jason had birth marks and moles, his lips parted when he relaxed, his nose lost the delicate shape it used to have. He had a mole (as i just mentioned) right above his lip, on the left side, and he had more across his back and shoulders. He had birthmarks (one on his thumb and another in his inner thigh), and multiple scars across his body. But these scars are completely and utterly... domestic. Toying around with the stapler, stapling both his fingers together at age 4, falling off the bike at age 6, a dog bite in the right ear (he also had cigarette burns in his arms, in the back of his neck as well, but that’s something for another day). Although his eyes. His eyes aren’t what they used to be. They were always blue, and they still are, but it’s a different blue. Before the j*ker happened, Jason’s eyes were a speckless blue, an innocent one. And then they turned a dark blue, and I don’t wanna say what everyone says, but jason having specks of green (and white) in the originally blue irises of his eyes is just a really cool concept. The green, of course, for the connective tissues and muscle fibers that the lazarus was able to stitch up. The white for the ones that the lazarus wasn’t able to complete (for whatever reason). They were just left blank. Note that you can’t see it, not unless you’re paying ridiculously close attention to Jason’s eyes. 
- Tim Drake is pretty. That’s all. In my head, he will always have freckles. Always. Not like freckles, freckles, not by like genetics or anything, but by the sun. Tim Drake (as all the batboys, but they don’t have freckles, except for Dick when i feel like it) spends a lot of time under the sun. I know there’s the whole idea of fandom in which he’s ‘dead inside’ and has huuuge bags under his eyes and barely sleeps and always spends time inside with his laptop and drinking coffee. And I mean, sure, Tim Drake might get little sleep, but he also screams off he vibes of a guy that is really hyper when with friends, but in a more subtle way. Tim Drake is just... i mean he’s like that. I don’t picture him as closed off, or monotonic. So he probably, yes, stays up all day and all night, gets like three hours worth of sleep, and then just vibes and goofs (when with friends) all day long. He is this professional hoe but that’s for another day. 
His hair’s got the middle part going on, which used to be short, then grew and that was that. He didn’t bother to cut it, only to realize that he actually liked it like that. When he showers, it’s like... to his chin. The front strands. You know what i mean?
His eyes are an icy blue. All blue, not specks of anything. But it’s a light blue, and from far it looks grayish. 
Tim also has beautiful eyelashes write that down.
- I’ll have to admit, I don’t think often about Damian’s appereance. The thing i have thought about most are his eyes. Like.... They’re green, but the only explanation to that is the lazarus (now, i know that there are versions of talia in which her eyes are green, and yeah that could come from anywhere in the family tree, but i’ll stick with brown because i’ve seen it mostly in brown so). And you’re probably tired of hearing me talk about the lazarus, but i have this headcanon in which, you know, Talia’s been in the lazarus so many times, and that affected her bloodstream, or something like that, and that came into play when Damian was born. But his eyes were still brown, but he had the connective tissues and muscle fibers and everything else that makes the iris, and the first time that Damian came into contact with the waters of the lazarus, they... activated, per se. And his eyes were green, time by time that he came in contact with such.  And besides that, I swear to you that i haven’t thought about much else.
I wanted to write this part on duke, but then i realized that i don’t know that much on him, and as im learning, I’m just exploring the canon facts of his character, and haven’t actually given much thoughts onto other aspects, so if you guys have any headcanons about duke’s appereance (or any other batboys’, really), feel totally free to share them!
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Two Faced | Chapter Four
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↳ levi ackerman, the very person who was about to kindly behead you by a surprising turn of events manages to become your loving husband? you would be elated if this was true love, but it's all thanks to a mysterious magic spell that your life is spared. for now at least.
pairing :: duke!levi x duchess!reader genre :: royal au, angst, fluff, slice of life etc word count :: 3k author note ::  you should also check out my ao3 and wattpad my username is LEVIATTACKS on both platforms. ao3 usually gets to see my updates first, feel free to leave any comments you have i appreciate all feedback ^___^ → next part is here!!
"Refer to me with that name once more and I'll see to it that your neck is snapped in two. Fucking Brat." His voice curls into a low hiss.
He rises from the bed making you jolt, if he's moving towards his dagger everything will be over in a matter of seconds. The tension between the two of you is foggy and uncertain.
Your line of vision is cloudy, bleary tears seize it. You should have tried harder whilst researching, found a way to make Lev stay, it hits you like a sack of bricks - you didn't try hard enough, was that the issue, was that the mistake you made this time? Mind full of harsh expletives you continue to curse yourself. Of course he left, of course he fucking did. Your life was one large cyclical narrative of earning the love of others and ultimately losing it along the way some how.
The world conditioned you to become independent, to not rely on others for affection, earn what you must on your own. Making your own way through life is all you know yet here you are. On the verge of tears because this damn fool won't remember you. Happiness is a privilege.
Staring into the distance you don't see the way your husband's glare thins out, neither do you notice how he leans forward invading your personal space.
"Care to explain how we got into this situation?" Breath fanning across your face exactly the same way it had months ago you gulp and realise he's staring at your lacy nightgown in sheer distaste. Oh no, He's got the wrong idea completely.
You jerk your head up to explain and only then is the close proximity between the two of you evident, you nearly knock your head against his as if you're inebriated. "No, no. We've never done that. I promise we haven't. I wouldn't take advantage of you." You're sputtering and are all over the place trying to hold some sort of ground in this conversation.
"I see that you saw no issue with taking advantage of me in other ways. You scheming money hungry roach."
You want to clear your name and tell him you really haven't touched any of his money. None of it at all to the point it's shameful to admit, especially considering the fact that everyone else sees you as Duchess Ackerman.
"I have not spent any of your money I swe-".
A deafening bang resounds through the room - in his fit of rage he kicks one of the solid oak drawers at the side of your bed to the floor.
A squeaky gasp falls out of your mouth and you flinch away as you cover your chest defensively. Your arms aren't the best armour but they work for now. If he's to stab you your worst fear is him piercing through your heart. What you fear most is him ripping the vital organ out of the confines of your chest. If he laughs hysterically and watches it bleed out you'll never forgive him. Your worries and doubts are internally eating away at you as you witness the darkness seeping into the corners of his vision.
It's quiet and dark and with him as well as a heavy silence looming over you, the pressure on your shoulders is quite literally immense.
He takes a hold of your chin and obnoxiously squishes your rosy cheeks together, dark tundra eyes never falter from yours, that is until they abruptly sink south and he catches drift of the way your night gown has ridden up. Thighs on full display you want to pull the edges of the material down but are too afraid to move under his deathly stare.
"Do you know how long I was stuck inside of my own body? Having to act like a fool on the daily."
"What?" You shakily reply through parted lips.
He was able to see everything he did under the spell? This changes the dynamic significantly. Cheeks flaring up in embarrassment you recall how you ate up all the sweet nothings he whispered into your ears, the scarlet blush creeps to the back of your ears when you think back to how you fervently kissed him goodbye whenever he was sent to venture outside the walls. The sanguine tint only intensifies when you think about the night where you accidentally let his bare hands venture a little too far.
"Naive little thing," he grunts. "You will never be my wife." He scowls sniffing at you in pure repulsion.
Whiskey, cigarette fumes and strong sweat infused cologne revoltingly is what you're reminded of when you hear those words leave his mouth. The stench isn't present but nevertheless you feel your throat constrict, never expecting to see any sort of parallel form between Levi and that man. The one time you stood your ground against Father it led to you being dragged away from the palace grounds, beat until you were unresponsive and left for dead. He left you there with the intention of extermination, his final words as he bid you goodbye that night had been - "You will never be my daughter."
You have no words left to offer, you're tongue tied. Expressionless whilst he gauges your reaction, the both of you don't register how Levi's grip on your cheeks loosens, that is until the look in his hooded eyes changes. They're inky now smoldering with resentment, he lets go of the hold he has on your face completely.
The separation between your face and his palm is stony.
All you want at that moment is for Lev to come back and wake you up from all of this. You've had enough of this sick and twisted nightmare where he doesn't look at you the way he normally does. The way he manhandles you irks you and lights a dangerous fire in your stomach.
Blinking your tears away you finally speak after your long silence "I know that My Lord." taking what may be one of your final breaths you announce the unthinkable "Feel free to finish what you were unable to last time."
"No begging?" he chastises you pulling you by the back of your ear.
"Would you spare me if I did?" The close ended question you respond with leaves him stiff.
Snatching your forearm you note that even when he's not under the constraint of the spell physical touch is consistently one of his ways of getting a point across. He jerks your tired form forward. "Who do you work for?"
Blood running cold you know he won't kill you now. He thinks you've come here with a purpose, a motive, a reason. Hell, all you did was ask to be loved, to experience something before the candle which was your life burnt out.
"No one. You said you were conscious in your mind whilst it all happened, correct?"
He nods albeit begrudgingly.
"Then you must have seen how I tried."
His right eyebrow cocks upwards ever so slightly. "Tried?"
Now it's your turn to be frustrated. "Tried to keep my distance, tried to ignore your advances, tried to refuse your gifts, tried to maintain a level of respect so the both of us would have some dignity remaining if you were to return some day. When I realised you would not stop with your persistence I accepted." You fumed - the fretful irritation you feel only increases by the second.
"Cut the crap." He snarls at you.
You want to snarl back with just as much impatience but you bite your tongue.
Maybe it's because it's late at night, maybe it's because you're fatigued or maybe it's because you already felt feverish and emotional - Honestly, any other reason apart from your husband turning his back on you and announcing you're a mongrel. Feeling light headed you clutch at your scalp harshly trying to control yourself, even Levi's firm hand which until recently held your left arm recoils away.
Falling to your knees you feel the way the floor grates against your bare legs. Your urge to pass out is nearly met but then you hear him.
"Honey???" The concern in his voice which had made you fall in love with him now repulses you.
Fists balling at your knees you silently sob, pitifully shaking your head.
This can't be your reality.
It can't be.
You won't let it be.
That night you find out nightmares can happen in real life.
Levi Ackerman being a prime example.
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After the bitter encounter you leave the room and order Lev to not come after you, you need your own space and as much as you want him to return to his sweet, loving self it's pathetic to seek any comfort in him. That tyrant is bound to make another appearance soon enough and mock you for falling into his trap again, but really can you blame the man? Is this his fault or your own?
Whoever is at fault there will still come a time where the Levi you love won't come back and call you his Love. You'll have to get used to that bleak desolate reality. Assuming he doesn't kill you before you have to.
Day has now broken and the brisk morning air bites at you, scantily clad in your nightgown, It's abnormal, you think to yourself. The position you're in is one you imagined countless times but you never really thought you'd end up this way. You're about to drift off to sleep right there in the middle of the Estate's field of hydrangeas, too tired to actually care anymore when you hear a rustle from one of the surrounding bushes.
"Duchess?" Your head turns when you hear Mikasa's soft voice emerge from the hedges, she steps through them and you both stare at each other. Mouth open, gaping in shock she takes in your appearance. You can only imagine how you look right now. Dark eye bags, you aren't wearing your usual noble attire not to mention Levi has accidentally left a bruise on one of your arms. It's faint because it is accidental (you hope) it does not go unnoticed by Mikasa.
Her gaze hardens and she approaches your disheveled form kneeling in front of you.
"What happened?" She whispers, the panic is evident in her voice and you awkwardly chuckle in response.
"I had a horrible nightmare. That's all, honest."
"And it's Y/N need I remind you again?" Mikasa is big on respect and sure, it is cute but you want to remind her it really is okay to call you by your first name. After all you would consider her a friend, you hope she sees you the same way.
Giving you a look of disbelief she takes the hint that you don't want to talk about it but much to your delight she does take the advice regarding your name. She sounds hesitant but that's how she usually is, she'll get used to it in no time at all.
"Well...Y/N, Breakfast has been prepared." You can see the way she eyes your unkempt hair and shivering form. "Would you like to eat with me and Sasha?" this is her way of comforting you.
Your lips quirk up into a smile for the first time in a while.
"I would love that."
Twenty minutes and a change of clothes later you've all relocated to your tea room, Sasha doesn't ask questions about your hair or odd choice of clothing earlier this morning. The shadows Levi's fingers left on your arm are now carefully hidden by the sleeves of your baby blue dress. "Oh! Viscount Kirstein me and Y/N saw him yesterday. He's just like the rumours." Sasha exclaims as she stuffs her face with a croissant.
Mikasa takes a short sip from her tea cup. "And the rumours would be?"
You pick a cinnamon roll from the center of the table."Undeniably handsome. I mean he's not my type though."
Sasha looks momentarily confused. "He was drop dead gorgeous what do you mean?"
You laugh a bit at the disbelief on her face, Mikasa chooses to not intervene - she's obviously yet to come to her own conclusions about him.
"Yeah but you said it yourself he fucks anything in a skirt." Sasha, is wide eyed at first and chokes on part of her buttered croissant, you have never been so vulgar before. You guess the argument has left you more likely to voice your reckless thoughts. Snorting you try to keep your laugh in, the ghost of a smile makes its way to Mikasa's face and eventually she too dissolves into a puddle of laughter. The three of you laughing together genuinely eases the recent burden on your soul.
Just as you're about to crack another joke the door to your tea room rumbles.
BANG!  You seem to always be cut off when you're here because Eren Jaeger has burst inside perhaps for the seventh time this month. It's the same routine as usual, he's panting and catching his breathe before he speaks. You're in no mood to hear what he has to say.
"If the Duke has sent you please leave."
Mikasa gives him a "You better not ask any questions and take the damn hint" kind of look but bless Eren for he is completely and utterly clueless.
"It's urgent."
"Still rejecting." You hotly reply.
Mikasa icily interjects "Eren, would you stop being so bothersome?"
He looks between you and Mikasa helplessly. "The Duke says he expects your refusal but I can't return empty handed, I'll be given a punishment and it'll be worse than being made to clean the stables." He gives you a pleading look and he's so much younger than you, it makes you feel like he's your responsibility. Eren has a charming way of making himself feel like everyone else's annoying younger brother. You accept that he can't suffer because of your selfish denial.
Sighing deeply you take a final bite of your roll, if you're going to die you may as well do so on a full stomach. Before you depart you awkwardly get to your feet dusting your dress to buy some time as you bid Mikasa and Sasha goodbye.
You're now following Eren through the halls of the estate. Deep down inside, you know you aren't fearful. He won't kill you, not yet at least, he thinks you're a useful source of information relating to his external enemies, he would be stupid to overlook that detail. You'll exploit it for now, your key is survival, it always has and always will be that way.
Bumping into Eren's back you apologize for being absent minded, you swear the walk to Levi's office has always been much longer. He spares you a worried glance and looks as if he's about to offer you words of support but he stops himself before he opens the heavy door to Duke Ackerman's office. Perhaps he doesn't find it appropriate. Good, you think to yourself. You don't wish to hear motivation from anyone right now, it's nothing personal, it's that nothing can possibly be of motivation right now.
The door opens ever so slowly, your brain races making everything move at a sedated pace. Then you find yourself jolting upright in surprise. You soon realise expecting Levi to be the only person there was naive on your part. Eyes tensely land on the blonde in one of the cushioned caramel chairs. It's the Commander of the Empire's entire battalion — Erwin Smith.
Levi has ratted you out for sure, you spare a glance towards him and see the way he's trying to hide his feelings of amusement. You want to lunge over his desk and wipe that smug smirk off his face. The playful lilt in his usual unreadable expression is driving you mad. Next to Erwin is respected and high ranking Squad Leader Hange Zoe, you're quite well accustomed with them you've exchanged your fair share of words together and Hange has never failed to bring a smile to your face. The amusing air around them lights up any room they're in... Apart from this one that is.
Eren closes the door behind you and you're silent not really knowing what to do.
"Take a seat my beloved." Levi drawls. This isn't Lev you know that much, he's always enthusiastically jumping to his feet when he greets you.
Awkwardly sitting in the chair next to your husband you shake Hange's hand first then move to shake Erwin's. His warm palms envelope yours and he places a hand on your left shoulder. It's not at all similar to the way Levi held you earlier in the morning, the feeling is genuine. He has no ill intentions, all he seems to want to do is open a conversation.
"Y/N, we may not have much time but." He stops, unsure if it's for dramatics but you still intently listen.
The sea that is his blue eyes draws you in, you've only ever seen him from afar. If honesty and gentleness were a person it would be him no doubt about it.
He pats your shoulder and you snap out of your day dream. "Y/N. Thank you for your sacrifice and commitment to this Empire." His warm yet serious smile which follows simply confuses you, in fact this entire situation is doing that.
Jaw slacking you're dazed and bewildered, your thoughts are diverting in all sorts of direction now.
Whatever does he mean by sacrifice?
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waynewifey · 3 years
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Fading away. —
Pairing: Jason Grace x Roman!DaughterofPluto!Reader
Sumary: after moths of over working, a colapse makes you get into a coma and reflect on your feelings.
Warnings: coma, angst, Pluto as a caring dad, fluff at the end.
Words: +-3k.
A/N: This is my first Percy Jackson Franchise fanfiction, so take it easy on me. This is also my biggest and favourite one. I hope you like this! My requests are always open.
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(Y/N) (L/N) had a good reason to hate Jason Grace. How could she not? Jason was so annoying, self centred, selfish, stubborn and worse of all? He dated Piper McLean. Piper was great, (Y/N) knew that and they seemed happy together. But, still, he chose Piper, not (Y/N), his girlfriend back at Camp Jupiter, who he totally forgot about. How come Percy remembered Annabeth but Jason wouldn't remember (Y/N)? And when he recovered his memory, he chose Piper. But she also loved him still, and seeing him hurt like a bullet going straight through her heart. She decided to spend a year at Half-Blood Camp to stay with her half-brother Nico Di Angelo when Gaea were defeated. She thought she could manage to see him almost every day, but she couldn't. So she started doing anything to get her mind occupied. Going on meaningless quests, travelling to New York randomly, volunteering for literally any service in the camp and barely sleeping — because sleeping meant dreams.
"It doesn't have to be like that, (Y/N)." Her brother gave her another shot of Nectar. The sunlight that entered Hades' cabin was leaving slowly as they talked, (Y/N) leaned on her bed watching her fingertips become solid again.
"I'll learn how to do it right and I promise I won't push myself too much, but I can't stop practicing." She avoided eye contact with Nico, feeling ashamed of herself. After all, she was supposed to be the one taking care of him, since she was older. She came back from a "quest" for her father, that was staying a weekend on the Underworld. She started using Shadow Travel to get there. The problem? She had no idea how hard it was, and she almost died every time. He sighted.
"I'm not talking about Shadow Travel. You should talk to Jason and sort this out. You're almost killing yourself everyday doing the craziest stuff just to keep your mind off him. He already broke up with Piper, what's stopping you now? I'm your brother and it pains me to see you suffering, I won't just sit and watch while you literally desapear." He got up and walked to the door. The (h/c) girl forced a smile so he believed she was fine. Nico left the cabin.
After hours reflecting and thinking, she heard the trumpets that announced the convocation to a game of Capture the Flag. Since she was feeling better, she changed her clothes and walked outside. The teams were: cabins 1, 4, 5, 9, 12, 14, 18, 21, 23, 27, 28, 29 vs. cabins 2, 6, 7, 10, 11, 13, 15, 16, 20, 24, 25, 26. They started the game. (Y/N) had to protect the boundary with a kid from Hipnos' cabin while a group attacked the opponent's flag and another protected their territory and their flag. Everything was going as planned, she hadn't seen anyone yet. Out of the sudden, she saw a blond guy running in their direction with a sword. Oh hell no, Jason Grace wouldn't attack her like that. But he did.
"What the hell?!" She screamed, reacting to the blade flying in her direction. Her teammate was asleep. She defended herself with her own sword and counterattacked. He invested against her leg, trying to make her fall. Her instincts took place, she jumped, attacked again and they started a meaningless battle. Jason looked the same as always. He was almost the same Jason that used to take her on cute dates in New Rome. But he fought like a greek. And that was when it hit her, he changed. The mixture of love and hate made her loose her senses for a bit, giving Jason the lead. He focused on her leg but hesitated to hit it, giving her time to get back on the fight. She knocked him to the floor, her foot on his chest and her blade on his neck, when she heard footsteps approaching quickly. Of course. It was a trap. She turned around and saw a son of Hebe holding her team's flag running, followed by two daughters of Hephaestus. She grabbed a knife from her belt and threw it to his leg, hitting exactly where she wanted. She then grabbed Jason's blade and Shadow Travelled. For a moment everything was fine, while she drowned into darkness, but then she couldn't get out. She saw her father's face mixed in the dark. He raised his hand and touched her face, than she was back at the forest. Realising not even a second had gone through, she attacked the — injured — boy and the two gigantic girls at the same time. She wasn't really expecting to defeat them, just trying to win some time so, hopefully, someone would come help her. The boy dropped the flag and got a small sword. The two girls had hammers... oh. The three of them attacked at the same time and she protected herself with Jason's sword, which flew away. She was out of hopes when a figure appeared beside her and started fighting them.
"What are you doing here?! You're not supposed to help me, we're enemies, remember?" She said, fighting Hebe's son.
"I guess you're welcome then." Jason replied smiling, fighting the hammers-girls. (Y/N) sighted in annoyance. Seconds later, her teammates came running from the enemies' territory with a flag and the three-people group surrendered. Everyone started screaming and celebrating. (Y/N)'s head hurt with the noise and she looked to her brother, feeling numb.
"Hey, can we talk?" Jason said, getting in front of her with a big smile. He was proud of himself for helping her? Of course he was. He was going to take all the credit for her team's win. The anger rose inside of her burning everything. She furrowed her eyebrows and with the last energy that remained in her body, she tried to Shadow Travel for the perhaps hundredth time that day.
She fell into the darkness while feeling her body desapear quickly. Her heart was very accelerated but then it stopped. She saw herself at the barks of Lete's river. I'm dead., she thought. The desperation started taking over. She remembered the face of all her friends. Her siblings, Hazel and Nico. Her mother. Her best friend Reyna. Camp Jupiter. New Rome. The Lar Vitellius. Lares? Lares! Maybe she could go back as a ghost! She would at least see her friends again.
"Didn't expect to see you this soon." A voice said with humor. She turned around, as always enlighten by her father's presence. But his face was sad. Not the everyday-sad-Pluto, but the my-daughter-just-died-sad-Pluto.
"Am I d-... dead?" The anxiety forbid her from crying in front of her father. The one she never knew and once she did, she didn't want to disappoint him.
"Yes and no. You see, my darling, there are things more powerful then death. Right now, your physical being is exhausted from travelling through darkness and light — which I told you not to, but we'll talk about this later, you have a decision to make. You're body is surrendering to Death out of hopelessness. But your soul, on the other hand, still fights for the heart beating in your chest. And your conscious, the controller of both body and soul, has to decide which one of them you'll support right now. As Lord of the Death that's all I can say to you. But as your father, I would like to say that we have a room for you in the castle, if you'd like that. And also, I feel obligated to show you what is happening on Earth." When he finished his words, an image formed in the air, sort of an Iris message, but no one saw them. (Y/N) saw herself laying on the grass, surrounded by some campers, Nico and Jason.
She was watching them from above. Jason put two fingers on her neck, trying to feel her pulse. She — the one in the Underworld — gasped as the blond boy whispered 'nothing'. She glanced at her father, who had a pained expression as he stared at Nico freaking out. Her brother had his hands on her chest and was murmuring something in greek. Then, he opened his eyes, filled with tears of desperation, and glanced at Jason, who didn't look any better. She wanted to scream and go back to up there, but her voice wouldn't come out of her throat.
"Half of her is already gone." Nico struggled to say. Everyone around gasped. "I can't Shadow Travel with her, it- it would k-kill the other half..."
"Let's take her to the Infirmary. Everything's gonna be fine. She'll be okay." Will Solace had appeared in the crowd and kneed down to take (Y/N) in the arms, being helped by the other two. As they walked, (Y/N) held herself in her arms, sobbing. She didn't want to die, not like that. The image faded away and Pluto hugged her. He never did that before. She left out all her emotions through the cry. Her father caressed her back and gently kissed the top of her head.
"Now you see, my child, what those on Earth are going through. You have a family up there. And if you'd ask me, Jason Grace is a good person, even being a son of my brother. You have a choice, so make it wisely." Pluto said, not backing away from the hug. She nodded and he immediately knew what her choice was. "You know I'd love to have you here with me, but I'd love even more to see you happy. Don't be reckless. And listen to your brother. You don't have to worry to come see me, I'll make sure to visit you during your recovery." As he said that, a white door appeared out of nowhere. "Here's your carpool." The girl started to walk to the door, when she heard Pluto say: "(Y/N) I lo-... Good luck." She smiled to him and went through into the door. It felt like eons in the nothingness. She felt so much pain all over her body. Then she gained conscience. She didn't knew how long it had passed. She also couldn't open her eyes or say anything, but she knew she was laying down something comfortable, a bed, perhaps. But she could hear perfectly well.
"... and I'm so sorry you had to die for me to gain the courage to say this. Please come back to us... Come back to me. Nico barely leaves this room and nor do I, Will had to force him to go eat. It's not the same without you, (Y/N/N), it really isn't." Jason's words gave her the urge to cry, but she couldn't. It was like her body had shutdown completely. She felt his warm hands on her cold ones and after that, a door was opened. Footsteps. Only one person. Jason didn't move. Someone sat down next to them.
"Dad- I mean, Hades said she will be okay." It was Nico's voice. He sounded extremely tired.
"Didn't he say that last month?" Grace was annoyed, but he didn't stop holding her hand.
"I know, I wish I could do more... I'm... I'm sorry Jason." The blond sighted.
"I should be the one to be saying that. I know there's nothing else to do. I'm sorry for putting the blame on you. It's just- if we've talked before, nothing of this would have happened. If only I was brave enough..." (Y/N) felt weak and her consciousness was back at nothing again. When she heard something again, it looked like a lot of time had passed by, but she wasn't sure at all. Jason's voice was happy as he told her his plans to the future.
"I realised you would like to work with me training the legion. You're obviously skilled and the payment is quite good. And I've heard they are planning to build a village here as well, but I don't know if you-..." Every time she tried to stay conscious, she felt weaker. 'Rest', her father's voice said inside of her head, so she let herself.
Some time...? A long time...? She didn't knew. But the next time she heard, she was way stronger. She waited until then, so she could stay longer and try to understand her emotions. She heard almost an entire day. Her friends entered and left cabin 13 — she found out that she was there. Some of them talked "to" her, some just sat there in silence. When alone, Nico talked a lot about Will Solace. (Y/N) smiled mentally. Then Jason entered. She could already recognise the sound he made walking. He sat beside her bed and held her hand, as usual.
"Hello, princess. You look better." She reunited all the strength she had storage and sent it all to her right hand. She softly squeezed Jason's hand, for a small portion of second, trying to say 'hi'. She felt exhausted. He gasped.
"She just squeezed my hand!" He screamed, laughing. Nico jumped out of his bed, laughing as well. They both stared at her, waiting for more. "You're there, right? I knew you were! It's been long months, but you're getting better. Don't work too hard. We'll see each other soon, don't worry." He kissed her forehead. After that, it was easy for her to let go and dive into her sleep again.
She was slowly getting better. She noticed her comas were smaller now, and she got stronger every time. She started communicating by squeezing people's hand. One time for 'yes' and two times for 'no'. But it still was exhausting. She met with her father a couple times through dreams, but it never lasted long. She was sick of it. She wanted to jump out of the bed and run through all the camp. She was alone with Jason, as he talked about the last time he went to Camp Jupiter, telling every change. She slowly forced herself to open her eyes. It wasn't for too long, just enough for her to see the big smile he had while talking, her favourite blond hair and how he gesticulated while speaking. By that time, her feelings were completely lined. She declined her childishness and stubbornness to accept the fact that she obviously loved him. Her lips were able to form a small smile. He hadn't noticed her yet. I can do this, she thought.
"J." She whispered for the first time in five months. Her eyes were already closed again. He gasped.
"Did you just say J? That's me! I'm here, i'm right here, love. Can you hear me?" She squeezed his hand one time. Yes. He chortled. "You're so strong. I miss you so much." He started softly crying. She squeezed his hand two times. No. Don't cry, she wanted to say. "Alright, 's fine, 's fine. Gods, you're coming back. I bet Aphrodite is watching us closely." He chuckled but suddenly stopped. "I forgot we haven't talked about that yet, i'm sorry. I don't wanna be intrusive, you know. It's just, by what Nico has told me, well, you still liked me." She squeezed two times. "That's... that's great, love. But don't worry about that just yet. You should take some rest now, my love."
Five days. She had woken up every single one of them, but only listening. No squeezes, no talking, no looking. Just storing strength. She knew she was close to fully waking up. She was already able to keep track of the days. It was a Sunday, the day she received the most visits. It should be morning, because she only heard Nico's snorting. She slowly opened her eyes. The same place. Different clothes. She wondered who had changed them. Perhaps Will did. She systematically moved her arms, pushing herself to sit. Her back was laying at wall. She took a deep breath. It was going fine. She wanted to wake Nico up, but she decided to wait to see if she would be able to actually stay awake. About an hour later, Nico woke up by himself. He yawned and turned to her bed. She looked at him with a big smile. He jumped out of bed.
"Holy shit, (Y/N)! You're up! How- Wait! I need to- Wait! Don't fall asleep, I'll be right back!" She blinked slowly to sign 'ok'. He was back moments running later with a bunch of teenagers in pyjamas. They all froze at the door, staring at her. Hazel, Frank, Annabeth, Percy, Jason and even Piper. Hazel was the first one to wake up from the trance. She ran to her sister and hugged (Y/N).
"Ouch." She managed to say, reacting to the tight hug that made her head hurt.
"Right, sorry! I forgot. Wait, you speak!" Hazel answered and laughed. All of the others joined in, amazed by her friend, and started talking, telling everything she had missed. (Y/N) couldn't speed properly, only a few words like 'hi', 'ow', 'miss' and 'food'. Later that day, Will came to check on her. He said everything looked just fine, but that she should rest.
"Hey." Zeus' son said, once they were alone.
"Hi."
"Gods, it's so good to finally hear you again. I've talked to myself for a long time." They giggled softly. (Y/N) wasn't showing any signs of it, but that day had been extremely tiring. Her entire body hurt but she couldn't give up just yet.
"I... heard." She whispered. "A bit." Her eyes tried to close but she opened them wide, fighting her own nature. Jason noticed that.
"Hey, no need to over do it.” He brushed her cheek with his thumb.
"Sleep... here." She begged, placing her hand beside her. He froze for a moment, embarrassed. And then, with a rubor across his face, he sat on the bed beside her. She laid her head on his chest and quickly fell asleep.
“Go to sleep, love. We have all the time in the world.”
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Best Medicine
Agent Whiskey x female nurse!reader
Something deeply self-indulgent that I accidentally came up with chatting with @thick-dick-din-daddy-djarin 
Warnings: Mentions of blood, physical trauma, medical situations, angst (is that a warning?), no edits to speak of, me projecting like crazy
“EMS Unit 437 calling Mercy General”
Hour nine of twelve has rather numbed you to the sound of the EMS line, but you glance up from your charting anyway to meet the eyes of your charge nurse over the desk. Lance sighs and shoves his blond-grey hair out of his eyes before reaching for the awkward walkie-talkie like unit.
“Mercy General calling EMS 437. What do you got?” Lance says into the walkie, his voice the practiced detachment of a veteran ER nurse.
“40-year-old male, apparent GSW to the right chest. BP 90 over 62, pulse 132, pulse ox 90 on f15 liters. He’s alert and oriented times 3. We got an 18 gauge in his left AC and he’s had 200 milliliters normal saline and 40 micrograms fentanyl IV push. Pretty shocky… ETA 7 minutes to your location.”
Lance pauses for a second to absorb this information, then gives a single nod before responding
“Copy, EMS 437. See you soon”
You watch your leader-of-the-day impassively, the unspoken question lingering in your gaze. Lance consults his computer screen before answering.
“Trauma 3,” he says.
It’s not your assigned trauma room, but you’re at an impasse at the moment. You have three patients, and all of them are stable and waiting – one for social work to clear his discharge, one for CT to pick her up, and one for a room to open up on the floors above you.
With a sigh, you exit from your computer screen before heading to trauma room three to check that the room is prepped for a trauma. It’s relatively mindless work, and the last nurse had done a decent job cleaning the room up. You lay out leads for cardiac monitoring and grab a blood collection kit, then check the supplies are at least roughly in order. Seven minutes isn’t a long time to get ready, but you’ve given the room a once over by the time the ambulance bay doors burst open.
There’s a flurry of activities and voices as the paramedics roll in their stretcher. One is calling report over top of the patient to Danielle, the nurse who’s room you’ve just stocked. Two more are ministering to the patient himself. You watch them head toward you, bracing yourself for the adrenaline rush and mentally running through everything that will need to happen in the next few minutes. You stand on tiptoe, hoping to catch a glance at the patient’s chest, to see what you’re getting into.
Everything in your brain freezes. Every synapse stops. You swear you go deaf and wobble slightly from the impact of dizzying recognition.
Oh god.
Jack.
Evidently time does not stop, but you’re unaware of the intervening seconds before the gurney carrying your husband is in front of you. Doctor Thompson pushes past you to reach the patient, shouting orders to Danielle and Lance that you can’t understand. Instead of diving into your work, you take two shaky steps backward and find yourself leaning hard against the wall.
Lance is calling your name. His expression is obviously frustrated, but immediately switches to confusion at your stricken appearance. He glances at Danielle and jerks his head toward you. His hands are covered in crimson. You’re dimly aware that it’s blood. Jack’s blood. You squeeze your eyes shut at the exact instant Danielle’s hands impact your shoulders.
“[Y/N}? What’s wrong?” she asks.
She uses her nursing voice. Firm, matter of fact, slightly higher in pitch than her normal voice. You must look terrible.
“Th-that’s my husband,” you manage to gasp.
 He’s still conscious. That’s the crazy thing. There’s so much blood everywhere; on his clothes, on the sheets, on the floor. You approach him cautiously, the way you would a wild deer, and carefully touch the IV Lance had shoved into the back of Jack’s hand.
The paramedics had given him some very strong pain medication in the field, and Lance had doubled it up with IV dilaudid on Dr. Thompson’s orders. Those beautiful brown eyes are rather glassy, but wide open and so alive. He grins rather lopsidedly under the oxygen mask as you approach.
“I always knew angels were real,” he slurs.
His voice cracks as he speaks, and it’s so soft that it’s hard to hear around the sound of the monitors and the oxygen and the IV pumps. But you catch every word and manage a weak smile.
“Hi, baby,” you say. Your voice shakes, too.
He squeezes your hand in response. His grip is stronger than you expected. A good sign, you tell yourself.
Danielle hadn’t hesitated once you’d managed to choke out your confession. She shoved you straight out of the trauma room, directly into the waiting arms of the social worker, Nancy. She’d heard, or maybe just observed and put together, enough to understand your abrupt ejection from the room, and used her considerable talents to calm you down enough to speak with registration. To get Jack’s details down. His name, such that could be provided, address, date of birth. His blood type. The fact that he reacted badly to onions and bee stings. That you were his wife. You rattled off the information automatically, the majority of your mind back in the trauma room with your bleeding husband.
You’d staggered back to the door of the trauma room just as the doctor was leaving. She pulled you aside and explained what they’d found. You nodded along, grasping clinically what she was saying but utterly failing to feel any emotion at all. By the time she had finished explaining what the next few hours would look like, Danielle had hung a unit of platelets, attached to the IV in Jack’s arm. On his other side, Lance was adjusting the drip rate on a bag of fluids, the tubing on these leading to the IV in your husband’s hand. A full set of vital signs flashed from the monitor above his head, and you stared unfeelingly at these, before glancing down at your husband. He was awake, and he was staring straight at you.
Now, you stood at his bedside, brushing silky strands of dark hair from his sweat-sticky forehead.
“You have what’s called a traumatic hemothorax, Jack,” you coo.
The expression in his eyes suggests vague confusion, and you mentally steady yourself before continuing.
“It means there’s blood in the space around your lungs. It’s gonna get hard to breathe if they don’t go in and fix it, baby,” your voice shakes, and you admonish yourself.
Some nurse you are.
Jack glances around the room, seemingly asking why he was still here if he needed fixed. You twist your face into a watery smile, trying very hard not to cry.
“You lost a lot of blood,” you tell him softly, winding your fingers into his, “It’s not safe to put you under anesthesia yet. We need you to finish getting these fluids and platelets, so it’s safe to operate.”
He absorbs all of this with the unshakable calmness that only a Stateman agent could muster at a time like this. You find yourself wishing for half of his poise to get your through the next several hours.
“What about you?” he croaks unexpectedly.
You carefully lift his hand and pressed a feather-light kiss to his fingers, which feel unusually cold against your lips.
“I’m staying right here until they take you to surgery.”
He has the audacity to look surprised.
“Danielle’s taking my patients. I’ll have to get her a gift basket,” you say.
This earns you a smirk, which fades quickly when he notices the tears you’ve failed to stop from spilling down your cheeks. He lifts your entwined hands and brushes his index finger against your face, wiping the track your tears have left, and fixes you with an intense stare.
“[Y/N],” he whispers, “I’m not leaving you today, darlin’.”
Your only response is to kiss the back of his hand more firmly than more before pressing your face into his skin, squeezing your eyes shut. You stay like this for a long time, listening hard to the too-fast beep of the heart monitor overhead.
 At some point in the last two hours, you’d realized hospitals are cold.
You’d managed to trot behind the transport team as the whisked your husband toward the surgery suites. He tries to look up at you, but the angle was too extreme for his neck to manage under the circumstances. Jack raised a hand rather weakly to wave as you reached the edge of your access to the department, and you watched him disappear from your sight.
There were three people in the surgical waiting area, a middle-aged couple and an older lady, and all of them stood up when you walked in. It took you a moment to realize that they were reacting to your scrubs, not realizing you didn’t work on this floor.
“I’m sorry,” you managed to say, “I’m not a surgical nurse.”
You’d sat down, abruptly exhausted, in one of the thinly padded chairs, working hard to ignore the sound of the national news from the TV in the corner. The middle aged woman broke away from her partner and sidled over to you.
“Are you a nurse?” she asks
“Yes,” you said dully, “but I don’t work on this floor.”
That didn’t seem to mean much to the woman. She leaned toward you slightly, her eyes wide and somewhat bloodshot.
“My daughter’s in surgery. The doctor said something about a brain hemorrhage. Do you know about that?”
Sure, you know about brain hemorrhages; if only you could access the parts of your brain that knows things. Normally you would recognize the obvious pain in this woman’s voice, but right now the only emotion you feel capable of producing is exhaustion. You turned to the woman, blinking slowly. She watched, her expression expectant and a little bit desperate.
“I’m sorry,” your words came out sounding like a question, “I don’t know anything about that.”
She stared at you, her face utterly blank, for a moment, before getting up and returning to her husband’s side. You return your own stare to the carpet and utterly lose track of time.
At some point, the room becomes to small and you get to your feet and walk out into the hallway. Nobody tries to stop you. You round a corner and lean against the wall, feeling your knees starting to slowly give out. You slide gracelessly down the wall and curl yourself into a ball. The wall opposite you is very white. You stare at it endlessly.
“Mrs. Daniels?”
You have no idea how much time has passed while you sat on the floor. A sturdy looking middle aged man in green scrubs is standing over you. He offers you a hand and pulls you upright, before introducing himself as Jack’s surgeon.
“You’re a nurse downstairs, right?” he asks.
You nod, trying to remember what that even means.
He explains to you that Jack’s surgery went well. The damage was repairable. He’s in recovery now and will probably spend a couple days in the ICU before transferring to a nursing unit. He’s not out of the woods quite yet, but the surgeon seems optimistic.
“Your husband’s a strong man,” he tells you.
If he only knew the half of it.
 Jack’s awake, if mostly incoherent, when you reach his bedside in the ICU.
“S’my angel girl,” he tells the nurse as she hooks him up to the monitor.
She glances at you and smiles.
To say your husband is an affectionate drunk is an understatement. He repeatedly tells you how pretty you are, how lucky he is. He even makes a couple lewd comments that normally would have you blushing, but at this point you’re too happy that he’s alive to feel anything but gratitude at the sound of his voice.  He coos at you, reaching out to stroke your messy hair clumsily. You lean lightly into his touch.
You spend the next two days holding vigil at his bedside, watching the vitals monitor and gently questioning the nurses. Once Jack’s out from the influence of the anesthesia, he begins to get restless.
“I’m not in pain if you’re here, beautiful,” he insists, the afternoon following his surgery.
The nurse is standing by, vial of pain medication in hand, and she glances at you for confirmation. You, in turn, look to the monitor.
Blood pressure: 155 over 97. Pulse: 102.
You look at your husband, eyes widening.
“Yes, you are, Jack,” you say softly, “They cut your chest open. You almost died. You’re allowed to be in pain.”
He stares back stubbornly.
“It’s okay,” you murmur, brushing your fingers across his cheek, “Don’t be brave for me.”
He remains unreadable for a beat, then glances at the nurse and gives a curt nod.
 The floor nurses adore Jack.
Of course they do. He’s charming, sweet, considerate, and insists on doing virtually everything for himself. He doesn’t beg for medications during busy times, and rapidly memorizes the nursing rotation to avoid being what he terms “a pest” at shift change. His only complaint is that the bed isn’t big enough to share with you, that his IV lines prevent him from holding you close. He smiles brightly at everyone who walks into the room and introduces you to every new face as “my lovely wife, best nurse in this here hospital”. The head of pulmonology visits early on Jack’s fourth day in the hospital and seems surprised by your credentials.
“You work here?” he asks
“ER,” you respond sleepily.
“Well, at least he’ll be in good hands when he goes home,” he doctor says.
Jack visibly brightens at the word “home”.
“Am I going home today, doc?” he asks eagerly.
“Not today, son,” the old doctor says with a sigh, “maybe tomorrow.”
Jack’s shoulders slump slightly, and he tries not to pout too obviously.
When the day finally arrives, you wait patiently in your chair as Jack paces the room. He’s doing remarkably well for a man who’d nearly died less than a week ago. Well enough for his team of doctors and therapists to sign off on his discharge. Unfortunately, Jack is less realistic about the speed of the discharge process than you are, and vents some of his frustrations by energetically pacing the floor.
“Don’t tire yourself out, baby,” you murmur.
You insist on removing his IVs yourself. Jack watches with fascination bordering on morbidity as you carefully slip the slender catheter from his arm and press a square of gauze to the bubble of blood that blossoms from the site. His eyes gleam with something like pride as he looks up and watches you cross the room to dispose of the used IV in the sharps container.
“You’re amazing,” he says, cupping the back of your head with his now-free hand and pulling you in to kiss you.
His nurse tries to usher him into a wheelchair, and as expected, Jack refuses wholeheartedly. He walks the length of the hall and reaches the main nursing station before his knees wobble and he leans against the counter. Panicked, you grasp at his side. He gives you a small smile.
“Maybe I will take the chariot,” he says.
Once the nurse has Jack loaded into the car, she turns to you with a smile.
“I’m glad he’s in good hands,” she says.
You can only nod, hoping she’s right.
 Jack watches the trees pass as you drive home. He’s unusually quiet, seemingly lost in thought. You focus on the road and try to squash any lingering self-doubts. Abruptly your feel his hand rest on yours over the gearshift. His skin is warm again. You glance his way to see him watching you, his expression thoughtful.
“I’m not worried, baby girl,” he says.
“Hmm?” you feign innocence.
Jack always knows when you’re worried. It’s almost a sixth sense. He can pick up the tension in your shoulders and the concern in your brow at half a glance and ten paces. You wish you were half as perceptive, but you’d settle for half as brave.
The car eases to a stop at a red light and you turn to look at him fully. He’s smiling warmly, his eyes bright with life and love and you feel like your heart might explode just looking at him.
“You’ll take care of me,” he says softly.
You smile, lean in, and press your lips softly to his.
“Always,” you promise.
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Midsummer pt.3: JJ Maybank
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a/n: so part one of Midsummer just passed 1,000 notes and to celebrate I'm posting part 3. Thanks to everyone who was telling me to make this a series, I guess it officially is. I kinda wanted a little more angst in this chapter but I'm a hopeless romantic and wanted to end it on a good note. Happy reading!
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You had gotten up considerably late according to your father. It was 10am, early for you on a summer morning but late for your father who never slept past 6am. It wasn't entirely your fault though. JJ had kept you up all night on the phone. You hadn't seen each other in two days and it had been torture. He was apparently busy with John B., Kiara, and Pope, doing some type of "research" (whatever that meant), that he couldn't make time to meet up. So, you were forced to talk over the phone. You tried to reach out to Sarah but she too was extremely busy. You wondered what the hell was going on. The two most important people in your life were busy. You asked yourself, what were the odds?
So, with nothing to do on a beautiful morning, you went down to the beach, where you thought you could relax. You had just purchased a new book and decided what better way to get started than to read it while you soaked up some sun. 
As you walked out your door, your backpack on your shoulders, you called to your parents, telling them that you were off. They both gave you an uninterested bye and with that, you started towards the beach. It would definitely be desolate at this time, which worked out in your favour. You were only wearing a bikini top and small blue jean shorts. You, of course, had a shirt in your bag but you had planned on getting some sun. The only problem was you were self conscious. You had hoped that if there weren't as many people around, maybe you would feel comfortable enough to close your eyes. Maybe.
You knew that it was completely irrational to think this way. To think that maybe if there were less people around to look at you, you'd be more confident but you couldn't help it. Ever since you could remember there was this unconscious voice in your head, turning anything positive into a negative thing. If you had gotten a new dress, there would be some part of you pointing out that your arms were fat. You didn't bother voicing your opinions to your parents because you were their daughter, and they would love you no matter what. 
You did voice your troubles to Sarah and she insisted that there was nothing wrong with you. She told you that everyone is beautiful in their own way. And although that might be true, it was hard for you to believe her. You felt like she didn't understand. You didn't know if anyone did. So many celebrities preach about self esteem and self love, but they're celebrities with thousands of people cheering them on while you were just a teenager that had maybe two close friends at the most. 
You did see the good in yourself, but you sometimes could only focus on the bad.
As you got closer and closer to the pier, you pulled out your phone to shut it off. You just wanted some peace and quiet to yourself. You had been thinking way too much about JJ the past few days. He was literally taking up your entire life. Constantly, you wondered what he was doing and if he was thinking about you. You were getting scared. You were liking JJ way too fast. You weren't even official yet and you already thought about what your lives would be like five years from now. You had to get a grip. JJ was a boy. A teenage boy, to be more specific. And you doubted if he even thought about you twice. Teenage boys, from your limited experience of Rafe, rarely thought about their future with a girl and mostly cared about when they would get laid. 
Although you desperately believed JJ was different, and in some ways he was, you didn't want to get ahead of yourself. 
Just as you were deciding to forget about JJ, you see him. He had just exited out of a wagon, that looked like John B.'s car, and was carrying his backpack, seemingly unaware that you're 10 feet away from him. 
You're confused, to say the least. He had said he was very busy "researching" something. And now, he was at the beach.
"JJ?" You call out to him, literally almost right behind him now.
He whips his head around and watches you approach him, eyes wide. Now you know he's been lying to you. He's so surprised to see you hear, you can hear him gasp. "Y/N?"
You furrow your brows. "Uh, yeah. What are you doing here?"
JJ acts cool, trying to play off the fact that he is not only surprised to see you, but also that he has lied to you as well. "Nothing much. You?"
You put. "I'm just going to the beach. I thought you said you were doing research with John B., Pope and Kiara?"
JJ shrugs, giving off his pompous smirk. This time, you notice a little bit of worry though. "We stopped. I wanted to take a break." JJ looks to the wagon again, almost as if he's checking to make sure no one is coming out.
Then it clicks. He doesn't want you here. He's scared to be seen with you. He doesn't want his friends to know he's with a Kook. Why else would he lie to you and check to make sure no one sees you together. You wanna cry. He's ashamed to be with you.
"Are you -" you choke up, tears welling in your eyes. You promise you won't let him see you cry. "Are you embarrassed to be seen with me?"
JJ looks back to you, frowning. "What? No."
You roll your eyes. "You clearly are lying to me about research, and now you're obviously checking to see if John B., Pope or Kiara can see you talking to me. What's going on?"
JJ grabs for your hand but you pull away. You're not gonna fall for it a second time. He was so pervasive in the janitors closet, you had been a fool to believe him. But now, you would know longer be a fool. 
"You gotta leave." He said, nodding to the direction opposite of the beach. "I'll explain everything later."
You scoff. He can't be serious. "Are you fuckin' with me?" You shake your head, rubbing your temples. How could you be so stupid? Of course he fools you. It'sJJ Maybank. The guy who has broken so many hearts. You were probably just gonna be another notch under his belt. 
"You're that embarrassed? God, I should be embarrassed. I'm the one who likes you." You spit back, trying to hurt him as much as he is hurting you.
You can tell you have hurt him. Just by the way he steps back, almost as if you've actually hit him. He looks to the ground, sighs, and then looks to you. "I'll explain everything later. You have to leave."
You shake your head. Unbelievable. You're too stubborn. So, instead, you push past him and race to the wagon, where you know everyone is. JJ tries to catch up to you but you're faster than him. You're not wearing heels anymore. 
In one swift motion, you slide open one side of the door, revealing four bodies huddled in one area instead of the three you thought there would be. Sarah is the extra person. You want to act surprised but deep down you knew she was blowing you off to hang out with her new friends. It was more than a coincidence that Sarah and JJ were busy on the same day.
They all had their backs turned towards you until you spoke. "Sarah?" Although you wanted your voice to come out strong, you could hear the hurt in it. 
You didn't care if Sarah wanted to hang out with John B. and his friends but she didn't have to lie to you. Now you suspected something even worse. You thought that maybe it wasn't because you were a Kook that JJ was embarrassed of you, maybe it was just you. JJ hung out with Sarah and she was a Kook and he seemed to have no problem. Maybe him and Sarah were just both too embarrassed to be seen with you in front of their Pogue friends. This realization made you want to cry. But you held it together. If this was the truth, then you would only cry in the comfort of your own home. You wouldn't give them the satisfaction to see you cry.
That little voice in your head was laughing at you.
Once they hear you, they all jump and cover whatever they are doing and turn to see you. They are all acting super suspicious and you're wondering what the hell is under the thing they just covered. It looked like a pot to you but what could they be melting?
Sarah is the first one to speak. "Y/N? What are you doing here?"
You decide to lie. If JJ was too embarrassed to be seen with you, then you wouldn't want to embarrass him further by telling everyone about you two. "I was looking for you."
You feel JJ behind you, out of breath. Before Sarah speaks, he does. "Sorry guys, she's faster than she looks."
You pretend he hasn't spoken and instead continue to look to Sarah. "If you didn't want to hang out with me, you could've just said so."
Sarah frowns, clearly confused. "What? No, that's not it."
Before Sarah can continue to speak, Kiara steps in. "Sarah don't."
You glare at Kiara. You honestly thought she liked you and now, she seemed like she could care less. "Stop what?"
Sarah looked to John B. and he sighed before looking at you. "We should tell her now."
You were beyond confused. Tell you what?
Sarah nodded. "She won't tell a soul. Right Y/N?"
You nodded, still frowning. What the hell was going on. Tell you what? Trust you with what? None of them were making sense.
JJ spoke up this time. "No, if she knows, she's a target too."
You look at JJ, glaring at him. No one is speaking and you know it's because they can't believe JJ cares about something that doesn't involve him. You're a little surprised too but you're still upset so you don't show how surprised you are. "Don't look out for me. I wanna know."
JJ glares at you, almost upset that you want to make a decision for yourself. You glare right back and move farther away from him. You can't stand to be beside him. You still feel like such an idiot. 
John B. nods to Sarah and then Sarah looks at you. She's giving you a polite smile, as if she's about to give you some life changing news. Finally, when she speaks, it's barely over a whisper. "We found the Royal Merchant."
You furrow your brow. You have obviously heard of the Royal Merchant and the 400 million dollars in gold that was hidden somewhere in OBX, but it had been almost 2 centuries and still, it had never been found. Historians spent their entire professional careers trying to locate the Royal Merchant while five teenagers found it themselves. This didn't make any sense to you and you could tell that everyone knew you would never more convincing. So, Kiara steps forward and takes the cover off of the pot, where numerous bars of gold are being melted; unsuccessfully may you add. 
You're in complete shock. "What the hell?"
John B. finds your reaction humorous. "Yeah right?"
You looked to John B. "How the hell did you find it?"
John B. chuckled. "Long story. I'll tell you later."
Finally, for the first time since you arrived, Pope spoke up. "But right now, we need to find a way to melt the gold."
He seemed to be very shy around you and you knew why. Rafe had beaten the shit out of him recently and you were the person to break it up. You told Rafe to basically fuck off and you tried to help Pope by getting him an ice pack, but he left before you got the chance. These were just one of the many arguments you had with Rafe before eventually breaking things off. Although you knew Pope was grateful, you had a connection to that day. Although you would never do this, Pope was embarrassed you might tell someone what had happened. Only JJ and you really knew what had gone down that day and it was better, for the sake of Pope's pride, that no one else knew. You weren't surprised that Topper's boat had sunk only hours after the attack. You knew Pope had something to do with it and you were happy he fought back. Then, JJ had gotten arrested for it and you knew he covered for Pope. It didn't seem right only JJ was the one getting in trouble and not Rafe and Topper as well but you knew that it was because they're Kooks.
You smiled at Pope, trying to let him know that he didn't have to tread so lightly around you. He instantly looked away though, not getting the point you were trying to make. Then, you had an epiphany.
"My dad has a torch you could use."
They all look at you, smiling softly. You smile back, ignoring the stupid smirk JJ has on his lips. 
Kiara is the first one to speak. "You're just about the smartest person here."
You laugh, your insecurities quieting down for a moment. Maybe you were wrong. Maybe Sarah wasn't embarrassed by you but genuinely couldn't tell you what was going on. You believed that but wasn't so ready to forgive JJ who had, for the second time, made it clear he was embarrassed by you.
John B. spoke then, looking at Sarah. "Well, I think we should listen to Y/N. Let's go get that torch."
~
Your dad wasn't much of a handyman. A few summers ago, he had bought over a hundred dollars worth of tools and equipment just in case there was something broken, he could help fix it. He was proven to be no help though because the man could barely hold a wrench properly, let alone fix the air conditioning in your house. Most of the tools went to waste or were stored in his garage, where you had actually used a couple in the years since he bought it. 
Your dad was always trying to find new hobbies and things to do to keep himself busy, especially in the summer time where he wasn't working as much. That summer, he had bought tools but this summer, he was working on his garden. That's why he had hired JJ to mow his lawn. He couldn't figure out how to work the lawn mower and hired someone to do it for him. Most days this summer he spent outside in the backyard, planting flowers and vegetables. Your mom was there with him. She was either reading a book or bossing him around and you kinda found it funny that a woman who would never be caught dead in the dirt, was bossing someone around like that.
Today was no exception. As John B. parked in front of your house, you could already see from your backyard that your dad was digging up new soil to plant something else while your mom was telling him how to do it. 
Unfortunately this wasn't going to be an easy situation. You had to get a large torch from the garage and past your parents. You wondered if it could fit in your backpack but you didn't have time to worry about that. You needed to think of an excuse as to why you were home so early and why you needed to go into the garage.
JJ got out of the car and slid the door open for you. JJ was staring at you but you made no effort to look at him. The drive to your house was torture. You tried to ignore him as you talked to everyone about the torch and how to melt the gold but you could feel JJ's eyes burn into the back of your head. You refused to be the first one to speak to him though. 
You got out of the car, not bothering to say anything to JJ as you did. You looked to John B., who had his window on the drivers side rolled down. 
He was smiling at you. "You got this?"
You shrugged. "Can't be too hard."
John B. nodded, glancing at JJ who was still looking at you before looking at Sarah. He had a bemused smile on your face and so did Sarah, telling you that they were catching on pretty quick. You knew if JJ didn't cut out the stares soon, everyone would know. For a guy who didn't want anyone to know you had a thing, he was making it pretty obvious.
You were about to walk away but were stopped by JJ speaking up. "I'll go with you."
You glared at him, a scowl on your lips. "What?"
Everyone was quiet, even you. Except JJ. He couldn't keep his mouth shut
"You might need help." What the hell was he doing?
You shook your head quickly, the scowl still on your lips. "I'm getting a torch from a garage, not smuggling drugs. Besides, what are you gonna do? Point your gun at my parents?" 
You could hear Pope snickering. You glanced at him and he was the only one out of everyone that had a smile one his face. This was so out of character for JJ, everyone except Pope seemed surprised.
JJ frowned at you, clearly offended you brought the gun thing up. "Whatever. Just go."
You gave him a fake smile. "Yeah, thanks." Sarcasm was coursing through every word you spoke.
Finally, you walked away, pushing the thought of JJ's behaviour from your mind. The closer you got to your house, the more you wracked your brain with a sufficient lie to tell your parents. You couldn't think of anything. You hope that in the moment, your brain would think of something.
When you entered your backyard, your mom was the first to see you enter. She immediately stopped bossing your father around and instead smiled at you. 
"Hey honey. I thought you were at the beach?"
You smiled at her, your nerves making you feel nauseous. "Yeah, I had to grab something."
Your dad looked up at you as you approached him. You stopped to save at him and he waved back. "What is it?"
You had to come up with something and now. Finally, your mind clicked. "They're doing a sandcastle contest on the beach today and I don't have a small shovel to use. Thought I'd go to the garage and get one."
You braced yourself for all of the questions and interrogation but you didn't get that. Your parents just smiled at you and nodded, clearly not being able to care less. You then quickly made your way to the garage past your dad before they had the chance to process your lie anymore. You feared if they thought too much about it, they would ask questions you couldn't answer. 
When you entered the garage, you finally realized how much time had passed since anyone had used anything inside. There was dust covering just about every tool inside this room, making your chest feel heavy. You wasted no time, ignoring the heavy feeling in your chest because of all the dust. You remembered JJ's allergy to dust and smiled at the thought of him having to clean the lawn mower before using it. 
You frowned. Again, you were thinking of him. You had to stop. He was most definitely not doing this. Why did your brain want to relate everything you were doing to JJ? You knew the answer but refused to acknowledge it. It wasn't a place nor time to.
As you looked through the third shelf, you finally found the torch. It was dusty and dirty but with one flick of the switch, you could tell it still worked. It was pretty huge but you opened your backpack and were glad to realize it fit in there perfectly. You praised whatever type of creator there was looking out for you and discreetly exited the garage, pretending like nothing happened.
You seriously underestimated your parents ability to care. They were again, back to their antics when you exited the garage. They didn't even bother saying goodbye, too busy with the garden. You quietly said bye though, hoping that they at least heard you. It was so hard sometimes. You felt like they could care less. 
Once you approached the wagon, John B. was the first person to see you. JJ was sitting in the car, his back turned to you as he spoke to Pope. You could tell he was purposely ignoring you. You admitted that it hurt but you were doing the same to him so you couldn't exactly be mad. Besides, he deserved it.
"You got it?" John B. asked, watching as you unzipped your bag and showed him the torch. 
You smiled. "Yep."
Everyone cheered, except JJ. He just stared at you, softly smiling as you handed the torch to Kiara. You closed the door behind you and sat down next to Kiara and she flipped the switch on and held it underneath the pot. Everyone surrounded you guys and watched the gold melted this time, way faster than before. When you all noticed it was working, you cheered. This time JJ joined in and hugged Pope.
"We're gonna be rich!" He yelled with joy as he hugged John B. 
You tried to smile but you couldn't help it. You wanted to go to him and embrace him. You were missing him so much and he was only two feet away. You knew you couldn't though. You were supposed to be mad at him. He was embarrassed to be with you. You should be offended. And you were. But that didn't mean everything you felt for him was forgotten. You didn't think it ever would be.
"What do we do now?" You asked, smiling at Sarah who reached for your hand. 
Kiara leaned on your shoulder, wrapping her arm around your body. She glanced at Sarah and smiled. You knew that had made up. Finally, you guys could all be friends again. 
Then, Kiara spoke. "We have to sell it."
~
The cash for gold shop hadn't exactly been your first choice when Kiara said you would have to sell it. You didn't know much about selling gold (actually you knew nothing) but selling it at a sketchy cash for gold shop was definitely not the best idea. But it was the only one you guys had. Besides, in the worst case scenario, they wouldn't buy the gold from you. Then, you'd just have to be more creative. Seemed simple enough.
"Great work by the way Kie," JJ sarcastically said as you all exited John B.'s wagon. "I could've done better."
You scoffed and were about to tell him off but Kiara did it first. "Really? How?"
"I took a woodshop class." JJ said proudly, glancing at you. You showed no emotion.
Kiara scoffed, an annoyed look on his face. "Oh really? When? When?"
Before JJ could respond, John B. told them to shut up and handed JJ the gold. It was now melted into a ridged circle and although it wasn't the ideal shape, it was the best Kiara could do.
"Why do I get chosen for this?" JJ asked, playing with the gold in his hands.
You were quick to reply. "Because you're the best at lying."
Everyone looked at you, surprised. JJ was surprised the most, widening his eyes at you before looking away and storming off to the entrance of the cash for gold shop. You all followed behind him but you were the last to enter. You had never been in a place like this and wasn't exactly sure how to act. Kiara helped you though. He grabbed a hold of your arm and dragged you away from the register where JJ was and instead pulled you to a section where gold jewelry was being sold. You could hear JJ speak to the lady at the register but you pretended you didn't and even looked away from them.
As you browsed the jewelry section with Kiara, you looked to Sarah, who was flipping through some clothing with John B. She was smiling and snickering at something he was saying and you couldn't help but smile. No boy ever made Sarah act like that and you were beyond happy for her. At least John B. wasn't afraid to be with her.
Kiara spoke as she shifted through the jewelry, focusing your attention back on her. "What's up with JJ?"
You pretended to act dumb. "I don't know."
Kiara glanced at JJ, then looked back to you. "He's not been himself since the Midsummer party. You were there, right?"
You nonchalantly nodded at her, praying to god you didn't seem suspicious. "Uh, yeah. But I never really spoke to him."
"Really?" Kiara said, surprised. "I saw you dance with him."
You panicked. You did not want to tell Kiara something that obviously meant nothing to JJ. He didn't want to tell everyone for a reason. "Yeah, but it was like for two seconds."
Kiara nodded, clearly smirking at you. "Ah, okay. I just thought that maybe you two had a thing going on."
You looked at Kiara, eyes wide. "What? Why?"
Kiara shrugged, looking at you now. "I don't know. JJ rarely treads lightly around girls and that's exactly what he's doing. Just thought that maybe you had a thing and he messed it up."
You frowned, almost embarrassed about how transparent you both have been about the situation. "Why do you think he would mess it up?"
Kiara shrugged. "Sometimes JJ is an idiot."
You nod, looking down at the jewelry for a second before looking back at Kiara who's smirking at you. She knows the truth and you know there's no more hiding it. "He is."
Kiara chuckled. "So you guys are a thing?"
You shrugged. "I have no idea. One second he wants me and the next second I feel like he's embarrassed to be seen with me."
Kiara nods as you speak, smiling sweetly at you. Then, when you're done, she offers you some advice. "I don't wanna take any sides but have you ever thought of it the other way around?"
You furrow your brow, confused. "What do you mean?" 
You glance at JJ, who is now shaking hands with the lady at the register and making his way to John B. You watch them high five before they start walking to the door. JJ passes you as you and Kiara continue to stand there, waiting for them to exit first. JJ glances at you and gives you a half hearted smile. Your heart picks up pace and you feel the butterflies in your stomach. You can't help but give him the same smile back.
When you look back to Kiara, she's smiling. She obviously just saw that moment between you two. "Maybe, he's embarrassed that you have to be seen with him."
And, for the first time today, you realize you've made a huge mistake.
~
You thought that this was a terrible idea. The lady at the register told JJ she didn't have enough money in cash to give to him right now but if they drove to an isolated area in OBX, then they could collect the money from her safe. You had voiced how stupid this was, and Sarah and Kiara were willing to agree but JJ insisted that there was nothing to worry about.
For the first fifteen minutes, JJ seemed to be right. Other than deserted farms and fields, there seemed to be no life on this side of town. And with no life, there meant no danger. So, you tried to have faith in JJ as you both drove closer to where the lady said the destination was. 
But, before you guys could make it, you heard police sirens. A car with lights was signalling for you to pull over. You cursed aloud.
"What the fuck?" JJ cursed, looking behind you and clutching the knapsack where the gold was.
"JJ," Kiara said, her eyes widening. "You didn't bring the gun right?"
JJ said nothing as Pope and him hid the bag underneath JJ's seat. He was ignoring you as he argued with Pipe on how to hide the gold. John B. was pulling over slowly and also yelling at JJ to hide the gold. 
When he didn't answer you, you spoke up. "JJ! Did you bring the fucking gun?"
JJ's head flew up and looked at you. When he finally hid the knapsack properly, he spoke to you. "No! Of course not. Everyone told me not to bring it."
You sighed, relieved. If you got in trouble with the cops because JJ brought a gun along, you knew your parents would kill you. 
As the figure approached the car, you all looked down and stayed silent. John B. had his window rolled down and was about to speak but before he could, you heard him gasp.
You all instantly looked up. A man with a mask covering half his face pointed a gun at John B. The barrel was right in John B.'s face and you could hear Sarah let out a sob. 
"Get out of the car!" The man ordered, moving your side of the car and sliding the door opened. 
When he locked eyes with you, he pointed the gun at you. You instantly raised your hands in the air. Before he could yell any orders, JJ stepped in front of you, blocking you from the gun. The man got upset and dragged JJ to the ground before pointing the gun back at you.
"JJ!" You screamed, wanting to reach out for him but you knew you couldn't.
"Go lie face down over there!" The man yelled, pointing the gun at Kiara now. 
JJ slowly got up and walked to the ground where the man pointed and laid flat against his stomach. Then, you followed after JJ, doing the same. As you lay beside him, he reached for your hand. You let him grab it but you refused to look at him. Then, Sarah law beside you. Then, Kiara and Pope. Finally, John B. was the last to lay down. When you were all on the ground, the man started to ransack John B.'s wagon. You knew what he was looking for. That lady had tipped off this guy and thought of a better and free way to get the gold. JJ caught on about the same time as you did because you then heard him smack the ground with his other hand and groan.
"JJ..." You whispered, squeezing his hand. This time you had to look at him and when you did, you could see the angry tears in his eyes.
He shook his head at you. "That lady must've tipped him off."
You nodded, scooting closer to him. You wanted to comfort him and tell him it wasn't his fault but you couldn't speak. Instead, you leaned forward and you brushed your lips against his. When you pulled away, JJ was already leaning back in to kiss you again. Everyone had their heads down so they didn't notice this moment but you felt instantly calmer. You looked at him and gave him a soft smile. He nodded and then looked away from you and to the man again.
You decided to look as well and when you saw what he had in his hand, your stomach dropped. He found the gold. He then put it in his big cargo pocket and pointed the gun at each of them.
"Don't any of you move until I'm gone."
As you looked at everyone on the ground, you saw a discrepancy. John B. was no longer there with all of you, laying on his stomach. You were incredibly confused. Where the hell was he? You looked back to JJ and he had the same confused look at his face.
The man made his way back to the car and sat down in the driver's seat. Before he could turn the car back on, John B. came up from the back seat and started choking and punching the guy. You gasped and wanted to look to JJ but he was already up and helping John B. over power the guy with a gun. 
"JJ!" You screamed, scared that he was gonna get himself hurt. You knew he needed help though and you were more than willing to help.
Kiara was the second person to get up from the floor. She joined in on the fighting and soon you all followed after her, kicking and punching the guy who had a gun to each of your heads only moments ago. 
Finally, when you all decided he had enough, you back away. JJ did the honours of removing his mask so that you could see his face. You didn't recognize him but he looked familiar. Apparently JJ did recognize him though.
"He's a drug dealer." 
Then it clicked. He was Rafe's drug dealer. "He sold Rafe drugs." You said aloud. 
The guy looked to you, clutching his side in pain but still smiling. "Your Rafe's girl? He told me about you and how bitchy you are."
Before you could defend yourself, JJ was already doing so by punching the guy once again. You gasped loudly and so did everyone else. Everyone looked to you, almost as if asking why the hell JJ was acting so weird but you couldn't give them a good explanation. It was getting harder and harder to deny your relationship with JJ, especially if he was acting this defensive whenever someone disrespected you.
"Shut up!" JJ yelled at the guy, storming away from him. You knew he was trying his best to control himself.
"JJ," you softly said, following him. He was walking farther and farther away from everyone and it was hard to keep up. When he finally leaned against John B.'s wagon, you spoke again. "It's okay."
JJ put his head in his hands and sighed. You pulled his hands away from his face and made him look at you. When he did, you saw the tears in his eyes. "I'm sorry."
You knew he didn't mean for what he just did. He was angry at the drug dealer but more angry at himself. Everything was building up for JJ and you knew this was his breaking point.
You shook your head. "It's fine."
This time JJ shook his head. "No, it's not. I keep messing up."
You softly smiled at him, cupping his head on your hands. "No, you're not."
JJ pushed you away. "No, I am. Y/N, I'm not embarrassed to be seen with you. Shit, I'd be singing it from every fuckin' rooftop in OBX if I could."
You chuckled, coming closer again. "Then why don't you?"
JJ frowned. "Did you not just see the danger I've already put you in. I'm a fuckin' trainwreck."
You were gonna cry. You hated seeing JJ put himself down like this. If only he saw himself the way you saw him. "No you're not. Anything that's happened to me today is because I wanted to help. It's not your fault."
You reached out for JJ but he pushed you away again. "I'm a Pogue and you're a Kook. I'm just gonna put you in unnecessary danger."
You rolled your eyes. "Can't we just drop those titles? It's not important to me."
JJ shook his head. "Of course it's not. You're a Kook. You don't know what it's like."
Although that stung, you knew it was true. It was easier for you to stay that those differences didn't matter. You were privileged as a Kook. A privilege JJ never had. You had never walked a day in his shoes and experienced his pain. And until you did, you would never understand it.
"So, you're trying to protect me?" You scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest.
JJ nodded, looking down at his shoes. "Of course."
You rolled your eyes and smiled. Without a second's hesitation, you leaned forward and hugged him. JJ was taken aback for a second. He was sure that you were going to slap him or hurt him for what he said to you but instead, you were happy? He couldn't understand. 
"JJ," you said softly, letting go of JJ for a moment only to keep your arms wrapped around his neck. "I need you. You make me happy. Whatever I don't understand, I can learn. I want to make it work. I'd never be ashamed of you."
JJ tried not to smile as wide but he couldn't help it. His arms came to wrap around your bare stomach, only now realizing that you were only wearing a bikini top. 
"Okay." He said, leaning forward to kiss you softly. You instantly leaned forward to kiss him back.
No matter how many kisses, no matter how many butterflies, kissing JJ always felt like the first time. You had officially decided there was no better feeling in the world than to kiss JJ Maybank.
Once you broke apart, you wanted to speak again and tell him everything you felt for him, even if you only knew him for less than a week. You felt something so strongly for him already but you were scared to admit it. You were scared he didn't feel the same. You had barely known each other. Luckily, you didn't get a chance to say anything because before you can speak, John B. is calling out the both of you.
"Hey love birds! Wanna help?"
You could hear everyone snickering at you and JJ as you awkwardly realized what you had just done in front of your friends. You both distanced yourselves from each other and smiled. 
JJ flipped off John B. and looked at you. "I hope you're ready for the Pogue experience."
You smiled wider and nodded. For the millionth time this week, you looked at JJ and couldn't believe someone like JJ Maybank could make you feel like this.
And you knew, it was just the beginning.
~
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omg… pigging back onto dilf matt, what if care and matt’s youngest son/daughter has like a parent teacher conference & all of the moms there are checking mat out & talking about him. matt is oblivious to it of course, but care recognizes/notices & gets all jealous & self conscious bc these stuck up moms are checking out her man. later on when the conference is done & they get home after bring back pizza for the kids (and them 😉), & a little while later when the kids are asleep and there cleaning the kitchen, matt notices that care is in her own world & asks her what’s wrong. care is all like “some of the moms.. wait screw that, ALL of the moms were like checking u out and we’re basically eye fucking you.” matt smirks at her and pats himself on the back saying something smug like “i still got it.” care scolds him for a second, but matt then pulls her face in for a soft kiss & whispers in her ear, “those moms might have been eye fucking me, but your the one i want to fuck.. especially right now.” care doesn’t think she has run faster in her life. let’s just say they both have a REALLY good night😏
OKAY BUT LIKE HE REALLY WOULD BE OBLIVIOUS AS FUCK.
like maybe it's one of those little things where the kids stay at home but the parents all go to the school to meet their kids teacher and stuff. so caroline's talking to some of the mom's of kids who have been in class with their youngest before and matt's off talking dad shit with the dad's– they're all out in the hallway and stuff.
and it's one of the mom's she's talking to who points out that some of the mom's in the hall are staring at matt and clearly checking him out. now, miss caroline is very secure in her relationship. she knows matt loves her and that their marriage is pretty solid bc hello– soulmates<3– but still, everyone's a bit insecure, so seeing becky homecky all prim and proper walk up to matt all smiles and laughs with her friends behind her, doesn't really make caroline feel all that...secure.
because let's be real– their lives are chaotic. if they have that family of three more kids after ethan and they're let's say 2-3 years apart each, that's some craziness going on, on top of matt's schedule and her own. so sometimes, it's easy for her to feel like "am i doing enough?" "does matt hate that i don't have dinner ready sometimes?" "i bet she can get her kids to all sit down at a table and do their homework without bribing them with chocolate" kind of stuff.
needless to say, caroline does not have the best time at the school night, even though nothing drastic happened. matt suggests they grab something quick to eat, caroline doesn't disagree– which is the first sign matt knows something is wrong because caroline had something in the crocpot sitting at home that would be done within the next 30 minutes. but he doesn't say anything yet. so, they grab pizza, at this point ethan's old enough to babysit the kids responsibly so they all swarm matt who's carrying pizza.
dish out some plates, all sit at the table and the youngest is asking about if they had fun and if they like their teacher and blah blah blah. when it's time for bed, they get everyone ready– teeth brushed, baths, etc– before tucking them in and saying goodnight.
matt offers to clean up dinner but caroline says no, she'll do it. ANOTHER HINT– because what does caroline do when she's upset? SHE CLEANS. so they put stuff away and caroline goes to wipe down the kitchen table for the third time and matt just walks over, grabs the washcloth from her and is like "okay, what's up?"
and she just takes her cloth back and says "nothing's up, i'm cleaning. our kids are messy and who wants to eat breakfast on a table with dinner crumbs on it?"
"yeah, well i love dinner crumbs." and he sits on the table and just watches her wipe it down and is like "you've been off since we left school, so what's up?"
and she's all annoyed and embarrassed because she knows it's stupid to be jealous. "some of the mom's...wait screw that, ALL of the moms were checking you out the entire night and basically eye fucking you while their first grader's teacher was up front talking about art projects."
and matt truly just lets out a loud, throaty laugh before he gets that cocky lil smirk on his face and is like "well, at least i've still got the good looks then."
and caroline is just notttt having it, because she genuinely felt insecure about it and she just snaps. "Yeah, well I'm sure you enjoyed becky homecky's attention when she came up to you in the hallway, huh?"
NOW matt is confused, bc he knowsss he didn't talk to anyone named becky tonight and then he snorts. "Do you mean Hailey? Hailey Goddrick, whose son is in your english class? She asked me where you were because she had a question about her son's book report. I literally pointed you out and kept talking to Sean."
"Yeah, well guess what? She never found me and never asked me, Matthew, because she doesn't even care." and she just tosses the washcloth onto the table and is not amused. "Her kid already turned in the book report– on Monday, four days ago!"
matt can totally see that caroline was upset about it, so that's when he just grabs her hands and pulls her over to him and between his legs and kisses her and caroline just pouts and is like "kissing me won't change the fact that those mom's were undressing you with their eyes and probably imagining having sex with you, matthew."
and matt's all like "those moms may have been eye fucking me, but you're the only one i'm interested in undressing," and he's being a lil sneaky and literally grabs her butt and pulls her onto his lap and those two dumbasses fall back onto the kitchen table with a loud thud– but matt's all kissy kissy and smirky like "especially right here, right now, dinner crumbs and all."
AND THAT'S what makes caroline laugh and gets her out of her little pouty funk and she's like "i'm not having sex with you on the table where we just ate dinner...with our kids and where they're going to eat breakfast in less than 12 hours."
matt just shrugs like "eh, clean it, it'll be fine."
but miss caroline just pats his chest and kisses him and is like "nope," and then she smiles and leans down to his ear and is like "but the bedroom is a whole nother option." and scrambles off his lap and runs to their bedroom. and yes...they have a very, very nice night<3
because three months later, there's a pregnancy announcement 🤪
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