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bringmebackdude · 3 years

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I Can't Quit You Baby

(gif not mine)

Pairing: Slash x fem!Reader

Concept: Slash has been hooking up with a rich girl, but this time "no ties" starts to bother him.

Word count: 1,454

A/N: Actually I've been thinking about making a fic out of this one, haven't read or seen one like this with the guys and mixing a rich girl with Slash seems very interesting...(if you have, please let me know, I'm not trying to steal any content by mistake!)

(light smut, fluff)

His agitated body dropped next to hers, both chests going up and down from exhaustion and the heat that filled the considerably small room. Their bodies still felt the shivers of pleasure, there was a comfortable silence during the recovery. (Y/N) sat on the edge of the bed looking for her bra, which she spotted right next to Pandora's tank, his snake, alongside her panties. It was a usual scavenger hunt for her clothes, she and Slash wouldn't care where they left their stuff when lust came between them. He lit a cigarette while watching his companion with a frown, slightly smirking seconds later when he laid eyes on the lightning-struck tattoo she had on her left buttock. "You're leaving already?"

"Wasn't two hours enough for you, big boy?" she chuckled, sliding her legs inside the pink skirt.

"It's just that you usually stay longer...y'know" shrugging and letting the smoke escape from his lips, he sat on the bed. Carefully pushing some of his rebel curls back, so he could give a better look to the girl's half-naked body. "And it isn't two hours if you count the smoke breaks."

"I have stuff to do, and I'm already late," her tone was calm, but she buttoned down her blouse in a rush, shoving her panties in her purse after.

"Daddy invited the president over tonight?" he asked mockingly.

"Ha-ha, very funny," she finished tying her boots and walked towards him, holding his face between her hands "You would love to go to one, wouldn't ya?"

"I'd die for," using his reliable sarcasm, he wrapped his arms around her waist.

"I'll see you soon," always her same goodbye, not forgetting about the quick peck on the lips before taking her belongings and walking out of his room. "Bye, Pandora! Bye, Duff!" Slash heard the main door close, letting out a sigh, all the fun was over sooner than he thought. He was quite happy with the dynamic between him and (Y/N), no need for compromises, just sex whenever they were in need. She was funny, hot, friendly, listened to the same music as he did, and not to mention she was rich. Also, her dad hated Slash, which made the friendship more exciting for both of them. Two lovers of trouble, together, were no good. That's exactly what he wanted, a good fuck and then leave. But somehow, it slightly bothered him that she didn't ask for more. All the girls were looking for something serious with him, why not her?

"She left early, huh?" Duff's head poked out of his door before he made an entrance to the curly's bedroom. He shrugged again, taking a puff on his cigarette "Yeah." "Oh dude, I'm so jealous you can bang that anytime you want. Do you mind if I shoot my shot with her?" "It's not up to me. She's probably out of your league" Slash replied. The guys enjoyed having her around, she wasn't stuck up like other ones, but still, she had a very strong character, which would sometimes cause fights between her and Axl. Of course, she had developed quite the friendship with Duff. The blond giraffe was funny as hell. "If she's a Motley Crue girl, there will be no problem to get her" rested his body against the wall and crossed his arms with a smirk. He knew it was gonna piss the guitarist. "What do you mean?" "Izzy and I ran into her a couple of nights ago after a Motley Crue concert. No big deal." "What were you doing there?" Slash interest grew, he threw the cigarette to the floor and step on it. She goes to see Motley but not us? (Y/N) knew that they were making noise around Los Angeles, he talked endlessly to her about many gigs, still, she never attended one. The unusual feeling of resentment invaded him. He shrugged, making his way out of the room "Chicks are horny as fuck at the end of a rock concert, dude." Duff laughed walking through the hall, knowing the effect that his comment had caused on his friend. As much as Slash would deny it, everyone in the band knew there was something much more than just a friendship going between the two of them. Ever since the night they met her, the proprietorial side of the curly had shown. Besides (Y/N) being rad, she would sometimes arrive at their apartment with boxes of beer when she knew it was their rest day, lent them some clothes, or even offer transportation. Although she would disappear very often and for several days, it was a friendship worth keeping. At this point, the guys were just waiting for them to become something a bit more official, but the two lovers were too proud.

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Her foot stomped on the floor when she tripped on the amp next to the sofa, the dark empty apartment echoed with giggles from the two of them, their mouths refusing to separate. Slash felt the doorknob of his room, quickly opening the door and pulling the girl inside, both wasting no time in starting to take their clothes off. She let her skirt slide down her legs, showing off her pink thong. He, on the other side, was almost naked when he took his pants off, the guy had no problem being commando most of his life. He laid her body delicately on the bed, sliding his mouth towards the female's jaw, where he left traces of saliva from his wet kisses along with a few bites. The rough touch of his blistered fingers running through her body, making her skin crawl as the touch entered between her legs, a smirk appeared in the guitarist's face when he felt how wet she was already, something he never got tired of. A moan escaped from her lips when his mouth positioned on one of her nipples, sucking hard. "Baby" her hands running through his curls, slightly pulling from these, "I need you," she whispered. Needless to say, that unleashed the lust he carried inside.

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His tanned hand grabbed the delicate one, feeling his fingers locked with hers, a simple but cute thing that Slash usually didn't do. She bit her lip, hiding the smile that the sudden action had provoked on her. "So... Duff told me he saw you at a Motley concert." "Oh yeah, I think it was last weekend or something like that," she shrugged, peering up at him. "I didn't know you liked those types of bands..." trying hard to hide his jealousy, he kept an unworried face. "One of my girlfriends took me with her, and you know I like rock," covering her breasts with the blanket, she reached for a cigarette and took the lighter from the nightstand. "Why?" "Why what?" "Why is this whole interrogation happening, dumbass?" she chuckled, letting the smoke come out right in front of his face. Slash coughed, rolling his eyes before stealing the cigarette from her hand, to which she smiled. "I don't know, it's just that you never come to watch us perform." "So?"

"So? We are friends, and you've never attended one of our gigs, you just drop us off and we're way better than them," he scoffed irritated. The female looked at him with confusion, not understanding where this was all coming from. "Honey, you never invite me to any of your events, I thought this was only hooking up and hanging every now and then," she replied with furrowed brows. He never seemed to have a problem with that. "Well maybe I want more..." with his arms crossed on his chest, he avoided her fazed stare, the last thing he needed was for her to notice his cheeks blushing. The words slipped out of his mouth. Did he regret saying that? No, he didn't, all this time he had been craving more but his pride was too big to admit it. After a few seconds of letting all this new information sink in, slowly a mocking smile was drawn on her face, sliding in bed to be closer to him,"Why didn't you say anything before?" "Cause I guess I didn't realize it completely until a few days ago...whatever, this is stupid" his slight embarrassment was adorable for her, it was a completely new side of the tough carefree guy she knew. "No, it's not," she stopped him before he could get out of the bed."I think we could work something out," a shy smile was attached to the response that was going to change their path from now and on. "I'd like that" he pulled her closed, wrapping his arms around her waist as another round was waiting for them.

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remmushound · 3 years

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Curse of the Clan Part 41! @scentedcandlecryptid @selfindulgenz

Content warnings!! Mentions of corpses, hopelessness,

Raphael’s massive arms engulfed his brothers, pushing them behind him. He braced against a tidal wave of despair that was displaced from the cave, crashing down on Raphael and his brothers. Donatello cowered tightly into Leonardo, and both twins formed a second wall of protection around Michelangelo, encasing him in a protective brotherly shield between them and Raphael.

“Stay together Mad Dogz!” Was the last thing Raphael was able to say before the rush of ashen debris fell down on them.

It was immediately suffocating. The cloud of hopelessness swallowed them body and mind. Sensations of cold creeped over their skin and not just from the snow. It was an unnatural cold, like the chill of a corpse running icy fingers across their arms and stealing the very warmth from their bodies. Breathing was impossible. Raphael could feel his brothers slipping out of his grip, drifting away on their own islands of despondency. He found himself unable to care, especially not when his own suffering was so great. He just wanted it to stop.

“Raph!” The presence like bubblegum ice cream was still drifting, getting further and further away. Getting more and more distant, more unimportant. In fact, it was almost irritating. He wanted it to go away and leave him to his cold suffering.

There was another presence far beyond the mountain of growing illness; another Raphael chose to ignore. Three of them actually, just as resigned to their fate as he was. At least, he would be if that weird red glow would leave him alone! It was disturbing the gray that swallowed his existence, joined with a relentless pulsing at the base of his spine, like pure heat. It wasn't bad, but it was uncomfortably hot compared to the rest of him, beating in time with his heart.

“RAPHIE!” Like malleable cookie dough the voice forced its way through.

The ash of his mind cleared for a second. He felt something gripping tightly at his hand, something rubbing against him, a beak, joined with a noise not unlike a cats chirp.

“Mikey…?”

The red force that had started at the base of his spine started to spread. It forced the cloud of suffocation back and revealed to Raphael his brothers, still crouched at his back and braced against the storm roaring around them. Donatello opened his eyes first, looking around with confusion, fear, and then astonishment in his eyes.

“That’s new…”

“Look at that!” Michelangelo squeaked. His eyes had opened soon after Donatello’s and he was pointing toward where the now-shattered rift once held, at a creature emerging from within.

Whatever it was, it was massive! Exceeding even The Shredder’s height by several feet, the creature pulled itself around on its belly like a squid with bone mass. His head was large— in fact, he seemed to be almost all head with very little torso to separate it from the seven distended tentacles that seemed more like bony rope than anything else. There were several joints that made the tendrils bend in a way that should have been impossible as the pink, bubblegum-like oni pulled himself across the snow.

“Ohhh... You made such a good distraction…” The oni rumbled, laughing and spitting out splashes of viscous slime with each word. It splattered over the red shield, but Raphael was just grateful it didn't hit him. He didn't want… whatever that was anywhere near his skin. “These two weeks have been fun fun fun!”

“Ugh.” Raphael scrunched up his beak, “That’s disgusting.”

“Oh I’m sorry!” The creature almost seemed to speak with a lisp as his tentacles carried him slowly over to the quad. “Is this unsettling you?”

“Uh. Just a scooch.” Leonardo smirked as he brought his fingers to almost touch.

“Well…” The oni pulled himself over the group, unable to get past the field. The moisture of his body leaked out over the red dome like thick raindrops. “It’s certainly a lot warmer out here than in my prison. Oh, I can’t wait to play!”

Raphael’s eyes searched behind him. Reaching through the mist was a small golden gateway, vines sprouting flowers grasping in the snow trying to find something to drag through. Draxum? It certainly didn’t look like Draxum’s gateway. Draxum’s gateways never had flowers, and they were most often red. But it was a gateway, a way out. Raphael scooped his brothers up in his arms, holding the shivering trio tightly as he bore them through the snow and to the rift.

“Time to go!”

The oni slipped off of the shield and laughed. He didn't attempt to follow the brothers with anything except his eyes.

“Oh~ Run run run, little turtles. I’ll be there soon~!”

There was a heat around the gateway, flowers sprouting in a circle around it and blossoming even further to grasp and guide Raphael with their gentle pedals into the warmth of his beloved home. The rift sealed behind them and locked the laughing evil in the forest where he was freed.

“MY SONS!” Splinter ran forward and tossed himself at the brothers, not caring who he landed on as he wrapped his arms around them. “Oh my boys! What happened?!” Splinter looked around at each of his sons in turn, his whiskers tickling their cheeks as he sniffed them and breathed in the peculiar smells that clung to them.

“Did you defeat the evil?” Draxum asked; he didn't seem to care about the return of the brothers, simply examining his finger nails as he leaned against a wall.

“Uh. Not exactly.” Leonardo smooshed his hand against Splinter’s snout and shoved the old rat away, “Raph will give you the run down. Ahem.” Leonardo put on his best actor voice, “Previously on turtle ninja teenaged mutants…”

Raphael rolled his eyes but still gave his best recounts of the events. Splinter listened, becoming more and more agitated with each passing sentence until his ears were flat and his tail lashing like an angry cat. He flashed his teeth as he let go of his sons in favor of pacing around the room.

“Thing is, Bishop didn't even tell us how to seal the rift.” Leonardo said.

“He never intended for you to…” Splinter snarled. “I figured Bishop would pull something, but not like this! Not coming after my sons and my daughter!”

“Yeah well— wait, daughter?” Leonardo looked around, “April? Is she—?”

Right on cue, April slowly backed out of the medical room, looking back in through the open door and saying words that couldn’t be heard before she turned around and came to face her adoptive brothers.

“GUYS!”

With April's shout of pure joy, Cassandra and Sunita poked through the door to see what was happening. The three all ran over together, practically tackling the brothers in a hug; if Raphael hadn’t been there to support them, they would have been taken down. Cassandra, it seemed, favored Raphael as she fussed over him, trying to clean his clothes and dry the cold wetness of his skin while muttering Japanese swears. Sunita danced around the group, checking for any wounds that she could lend aid in fixing. April showed each of the brothers' attention in turn while ranting relentlessly.

“Ya’ll okay— y'all good— y'all hurt? If y'all hurt, then someone else boutta be hurt! Tell me who hurt you I’ll hurt them who hurt you I’ll fight them!”

“We’re okay April!” Michelangelo snickered, and then started to fuss over April in turn, “are you okay?”

April took a deep breath and explained everything that happened with Bishop while the boys were gone, never once breathing until she wrapped up the quick and rushed story.

“Cassandra kicked some serious TCRI butt!” Sunita giggled.

“Are you hurt…?” Raphael was so careful, so tender when looking over the short girl; he cupped her face and turned it around looking for any wounds, and then picked her up to look over the rest of her body.

“Have you met me?” Cassandra smirked, kicking her legs out like an excited puppy eager to run, “I’M UNTOUCHABLE!”

“Yeah, untouchable, sure…” Leonardo frowned as he scrutinized a large gash in Cassandra’s shirt, ripping the top almost in two pieces and staining it red. “That your blood? I don’t see a wound…”

Raphael’s eyes went wide with worry. “I’m going to crush Bishop into the ground if he laid so much as a hand on you—“

“We can commit the act of violence later, Hermano.” Leonardo said, “I’d rather deal with the mystic threat before the human one.”

“I’m not so sure he is human…”‘April said, “he… said some weird things while I was captured…”

“Tell us about them.” Raphael said, and April obliged.

While they were busy, Leonardo addressed his father. “Dad, do you remember the story of how the oni was sealed?” Leonardo kneeled down to be face to face with the small rat.

Splinter shook his head. “I am sorry— I do not.”

That seemed to put a damper on the celebratory reunion as the clan all looked around at each other with a settling sense of doom creeping over them.

#the evil is free #and he wants to play

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thewnchstrs · 3 years

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(There’s No Place Like) Home for the Holidays

Pairing: Daughter!Reader

Disclaimers: FLUFF, happy tears

Word Count: 1.3K

A/N: I’m so sorry about your dad. I hope you had a great Christmas!!

M A S T E R L I S T

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The sound of tiny feet padding against the hard floors made me peek an eye from behind the covers that were pulled up over my nose. My eyes focused in and out on the snow that tapped lightly against the windowpane.

I smiled despite myself as my bedroom door creaked open. I feigned sleep as two small bodies jumped onto the bed and a third pulled the sheets from my face. JJ’s toothless smile looked down at me in excitement, “Santa came!”

“He did?” I whispered, rolling halfway over to where Arrow and Zeppelin were bouncing excitedly at my legs nearly buzzing with energy.

“Santa!” Arrow giggled, pulling on my sleeve.

I sat up, crossing my legs, moving Zeppelin’s unruly hair out of his eyes, “Did you hear him come in, Zep?”

“Yes!” He beamed. “I hear the bells from his sleigh!”

“The bells!?” I gawked before looking at the other two. “Do you think you were on the nice list this year?”

“We were! He came, Y/N!” JJ said again. “We’ll show you!”

“Alright, alright,” I laughed, pulling myself up. They ran from the room, leaving the door wide open.

I wrapped my blanket over my shoulders against the cold that filtered through the room. As I descended the stairs, I could see the three of them assemble around the Christmas tree where gifts wrapped in red and green were piled high under it. I swore I’d never seen so many in my life.

The smell of sizzling bacon, crackling eggs and sweet syrup filled my nose as I rounded the corner into the kitchen. Jensen stood over the stove, flipping pancakes in a pan, his hair standing at odd angles.

“Morning honey,” Danneel smiled as she came from behind me, setting a stack of plates next to Jensen.

“There she is!” He beamed over his shoulder. “You want breakfast? We’ve got it all: eggs, bacon, waffles, pancakes...take your pick.”

“You guys eat like this every Christmas?” I laughed, stealing a piece of bacon.

“Only the special ones,” Danneel smiled, wrapping her arms around my shoulders. “And this is our most special one.”

My eyes bounced between Jensen and Danneel, “I’m confused-”

“It’s our first one with you,” Jensen reminded, my heart melting. “Our first one altogether. As a family.” I held tightly onto Danneel’s arm, squeezing it softly as the kids ran into the kitchen, almost toppling over each other.

“Can we open presents now, please please please,” they begged. JJ’s hands were held tightly together, Arrow and Zeppelin nodding along with their older sister.

“You know the drill,” Jensen said. “Breakfast first, you can’t open all that on an empty stomach.”

He was met with a chorus of groans, but Jensen grabbed all three, throwing one over his shoulder and tucking the other two under each arm. Their laughter filled the kitchen as he plopped them at the table.

I assisted Danneel in carrying the piles of food to the table. I reveled in sitting around together, smiling around bites of food, listening to their voices clashing together. In all the chaos some people might see it as, I knew it was going to quickly become one of my favorite traditions.

The feeling of finally living in a permanent home after moving from one to the other was something I’d never take for granted. In the ten months I’d been living with them, I’d felt more at home than I ever had before. Had a family like I never experienced in this way. In many ways, my time with them brought so many firsts, my first real Christmas being one of them.

I listened intently to each conversation, each word that poured over the dining table. I wished I could wrap this moment up, keep it with me forever. It’s rare we’re all under the same roof with everyone’s hectic schedules but when we are, it’s my favorite quality time.

Breakfast flew by in a blur and by the time the kids had finished their food, they flew towards the Christmas tree. I sat on the end of the couch, watching as they tore into each one, admired it and then moved onto the next. I watched as Jensen tried to carefully delegate each one but eventually gave up halfway through, trying to keep up with the wrapping paper flying over their little shoulders.

“Slow down!” Jensen begged as he picked up another piece of fallen wrapping paper before shoving it into a large trash bag. Danneel and I laughed behind our mugs of hot chocolate when he finally gave up, plopping down on the couch.

“This one’s for you, Y/N!” JJ smiled, bringing me a box.

I furrowed my eyebrows, glancing to Jensen and Danneel who smiled, nodding me on. I took it from JJ, “You guys didn’t have to get me anything.”

“It’s Christmas, we had to get you a few things,” Danneel said. I opened it, beaming at the sweater that was inside.

“Thank you, I love it,” I said, hugging each of them before throwing it on over my pajama shirt. I ran my hands over the material, loving the warmth it gave me.

“This one’s yours too,” Jensen said, grabbing one of the gifts from under the tree. It was covered in tape, the wrapping paper bulky at the edges. “Wrapped it myself.”

I laughed, “Seriously…you didn’t have to-”

“Just open it!” Danneel laughed, pushing it back into my hands.

I laughed, ripping the paper open. It was a small box with a delicate necklace inside. I smiled, lightly touching it with the pads of my fingers, “It’s beautiful.”

I felt overwhelmed with each present I was handed next, feeling like they’d truly never stop coming. However, once the morning slowly died down and everything under the tree had been unwrapped, I sighed contently against the couch. JJ, Arrow and Zep cuddled close to my sides, their excitement finally lulling them into a mid-afternoon nap.

As my eyes began to slowly drift closed, I felt the end of the couch dip slightly. I peaked an eye open to where Danneel sat, Jensen coming to sit on the other side of Zeppelin.

“We have one more thing for you,” Danneel half-whispered.

I glanced down at where she was holding a large bag in her hands. I laughed lightly, “I really don’t need anything else.”

Jensen nudged me, “This is something we really want you to have.”

I looked from him to Danneel before slowly sitting further up on the couch, Arrow and JJ stirring softly and Jensen taking Zep into his lap. I pulled the tissue paper from the bag before pulling out a book. I looked at it, slightly confused before my eyes misted over, reading the title: My First Year was printed over the top cover of what I could now tell was a scrapbook.

I flipped it open, smiling at each of the pictures that were pasted onto the pages, laughing at the short captions beside each one. Everything, each moment from my first year with them was documented in the book. Everything from birthdays, holidays, and even my first day of school. They had documented the little moments too: redecorating the first bedroom I ever had to myself, going apple picking, the trip to the beach we took over the summer.

By the end of the scrapbook, tears were rolling down my face as I read the short letters Jensen and Danneel had slid behind the clear covers. I wiped away my tears, admiring the pictures that JJ and the twins had drawn for me. It was truly the best present I’d ever gotten.

“Thank you,” I smiled, looking up at them, wiping at my face again. “This is…just…thank you.”

Danneel pulled me in for a hug, rubbing gently over my back before Jensen pulled me in for one, too. He watched me as I pulled away, “I know this year hasn’t been easy. You’ve had to go through so many things at once and your life changed so quick. But, Y/N…this has been the best year of our lives.” Danneel nodded along with his words. “Our family’s finally complete.”

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jjoutermaybanks · 4 years

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With You In My Head || Rafe Cameron x Reader

part one part two part three part four part five part six part seven part eight

summary: it’s going to be a long summer. living in the Outer Banks with your trailer park mom and fancy mansion dad, you know it’s going to be a tough three months. things only get harder when your best friend’s brother, the notorious Rafe Cameron, begins to complicate your life even more. but will the island’s biggest wildcard successfully steal your heart, or leave you more broken than before?

an: I know Rafe isn’t the best character in OBX, and this fic will definitely feature a different version of him. I just loved Drew’s performance so much and thought that Rafe had interesting potential, so this is my portrayal of him in a different (less psychotic) way.

word count: 3k

warnings: none yet

(but can we talk about this gif I mean dear lord this should have its own warning)

*not my gif, credit to owner*

PART ONE

It had to be one of the hottest days of the year. The sun had been glaring down on your back for hours now, and if it wasn’t for the laborious application of sunscreen you were sure you would’ve been burnt to a crisp. Not even the sunglasses over your eyes could shield the bright sun streaming onto the beach, and the blue ocean water glittered like diamonds under the rays. The warm, wet sand you strolled across was a welcome relief from the blistering pathway to get onto the beach, and as the waves lapped at your ankles you let out a contented sigh.

You and Sarah Cameron, your best friend, had been at the beach all day. Alternating between tanning, swimming, and walking, it had been the most relaxing day you could remember. Conversation with Sarah was easy, and observing the other beach-goers was just as entertaining. You could almost feel the stress leave your shoulders and seep into the sand at your feet, washing away with the water. It was about time; you deserved a little rest and relaxation after such a stressful move.

“So you’re sure you don’t want to live with your dad?” Sarah asked. “He lives so much closer to me, you know.” You smiled at her attempt to sway you, but nothing she could’ve said would change your mind. Recently, the messy divorce of your parents had left a sour taste in your mouth when it came to your dad. He’d been particularly brutal to your poor mother, so the idea of joining him in his fancy Figure 8 mansion was not something you felt like doing.

Shrugging, you answered, “I want to keep my mom company, you know? And I don’t mind the trailer--it’s cozy.” While your dad owned a huge house with a waterfront view, your mother lived in a cramped trailer in The Cut. You knew it meant a lot to her that you tried to make the place home.

Sarah frowned. “Cozy, right. Because walking two feet from the bathroom to the kitchen is “cozy.” You sighed; Sarah would never understand. Even though she was one of the nicest, most sincere people you’d ever met, she was a Kook after all. She had never known anything other than her giant house, so naturally she looked down upon your trailer. It didn’t really matter to you, though. Sarah helped you in so many other ways, you let this one area slide.

As you walked, you noticed some dark-haired guy watching you both. He got to his feet and jogged over, eyes glued on Sarah beside you. Raising your brows, you held your breath in anticipation for what this would turn into.

“Hey,” the guy said, trying too hard to be smooth.

Sarah’s smile was fake as she said, “Hey!” You couldn’t help but chuckle; this happened a fair amount when you were with her. Something about Sarah was mysteriously alluring, and it was like a magnet to desperate guys everywhere. You were never jealous, because half the time the guys were pretty gross. This one was borderline cringey, and you saw how hard he was trying to flex his entire body.

“Tired of walking? We’ve got cold beer and a volleyball net.” The guy put his hands on his hips, probably to accentuate his “abs”, but in reality he just looked stupid.

Snickering, you watched Sarah’s smile pinch tighter. “Gee, what a tempting offer,” she told him, tapping her chin in mock contemplation. “Gonna have to pass, sorry.” Hooking an arm around my shoulder, we scurried away from the guy and giggled into our palms, glancing back a few times to see his mortified expression.

“God, what is it about you that turns men into meatheads?” you wondered aloud. Sarah nudged you, rolling her eyes.

“It’s nothing, just guys being horndogs.”

“They’re never like that with me,” you pointed out, and she sighed.

“Come on, Y/N, you’re gorgeous. You get your own fair share of horndogs, trust me. Besides, being approached like that gets really old really quick.” You shrugged, deciding to agree with her. You certainly didn’t consider yourself unattractive, but you’d never been the girl everyone paid attention to.

You and Sarah walked about a half mile more, approaching your bags and towels up on the sand. Three guys stood by your things, shoulders squared and smirks wide as they seemed to judge everything that moved. The boy on the left was looking at Sarah like she’d skinned his puppy, so you guessed that one was Topper. Sarah had told you how ugly their relationship had ended, and that Topper had yet to move on. Clearly he was just as angry today.

Sarah groaned, storming over to her bag and snatching it out of the tallest boy’s hands. “Rafe,” she snapped, and you recognized her brother’s name. Rafe Cameron was rarely home when you were over at Sarah’s house, and when he was he was shut away in his room. Seeing him up close, you noticed his sun-bleached brown hair and easy posture, the way his tan skin stretched over lean muscles. His smirk was what put you off, though; it was twisted and arrogant, even more so than the two guys next to him. He also had a cigarette balanced in his hand, the smoke curling around you as you wrinkled your nose. Who smoked these days?

“Sarah,” he answered formally, giving a little bow. “Who’s your friend?” His blue eyes slid over your body, taking in your bathing suit and tanned skin. You felt self-conscious under his gaze and cleared your throat, pushing your hair over your shoulder. Rafe took a drag of the cigarette while he watched you squirm.

“I’m Y/N,” you said just as Sarah said, “What’s it to you, Rafe?” Blushing, you bit your lip while Sarah raised a hand to tell you she had this. “You’re not going to antagonize another one of my friends, got it? Y/N doesn’t need to deal with your bullshit.”

Rafe pretended to be offended, putting a hand against his chest. “Excuse me? Antagonize? To whom are you referring, sister?” The two guys beside him snickered, and you felt a frown come to your lips.

Sarah’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “Don’t make me remind you, idiot. You played around with Angela for the entire summer last year. By the time she left I knew she’d need years of therapy just to get over you.”

Topper clapped Rafe on the back, and he handed him the small butt of the cigarette to discard. “Alright, fine,” he conceded, eyes drifting over to me. “I won’t antagonize Y/N.” When he said your name, shivers ran down your spine, only you couldn’t decide if they were good or bad.

Sarah put a protective arm around you, her glare menacing. “Get out of here, will you? We just want to enjoy the beach in peace.”

Rafe shrugged, signaling for his friends to follow. Topper sent a final nasty look Sarah’s way, but she only snorted. Topper’s moodiness no longer affected her, and she was in a much happier relationship with a guy from The Cut named John B. You liked John B.; not only did he make Sarah happier than you’d ever seen her, he was also a decent guy. He tried to make you feel included when you third-wheeled with the two of them, and you appreciated his kindness.

After about an hour more of laying around in the sun, you and Sarah called it quits. She offered to give you a ride home, but you declined. Walking cleared your head, and besides you knew it would make your mom feel bad to see a fancy Kook car pulling up to her less-than-fancy trailer.

Wandering through town, you sighed contentedly again. Even with all of your family drama, you couldn’t help but love the Outer Banks. Everyone was so easy-going and carefree, and you knew this was the energy you needed.

Making your way through The Cut, you felt at home among the thick trees and various trailers. It wasn’t nearly as nice as where Sarah and your dad lived, but you loved this area too. It was a close-knit community that had welcomed you and your mom with open arms, and for that you were grateful.

You passed by a familiar house, and looked over to see a familiar figure waving from the porch. “Y/N!” he called out, and you broke into a grin. JJ Maybank was one of the first people you’d met here, and he quickly became your favorite neighbor. Funny, charismatic, and incredibly loyal, JJ never failed to boost your spirits.

“What’s up, Maybank?” you greeted when he joined you.

“You look sun-kissed and happy. Beach day I assume?” Judging by his boots and sweaty shirt, you guessed JJ had been working on something. Maybe the mechanics of his boat or cutting the lawn. JJ was always up to some sort of antics, and you knew it was better not to ask too many questions.

“Oh yeah, spent the whole day fending off Sarah’s many many suitors,” you joked. JJ was no stranger to the effect that she had on guys, and it made his best friend John B. more than a little paranoid.

“Nah, Sarah’d never go for those schmucks,” JJ insisted. “The way she hangs over John B., I know he’s the only man for her.” He batted his eyelashes and swooned, making you laugh.

“You’re definitely right about that. Hey listen, I’ve gotta run but I’ll see you later.” JJ saluted and headed back towards his house, and you continued the walk home.

Reaching the trailer, you pushed through the front door and closed it quietly, dropping your bag. Your mother sat on the couch in the living room, which also doubled as her bedroom since it was a pull-out bed. She was attempting to flip through the channels of an ancient TV, but judging by the static on the screen it was unsuccessful.

“Hey, mom,” you greeted with a soft smile, plopping down beside her on the sofa. She sighed and switched off the TV, giving up on trying to watch something.

“How was your day?” she asked distractedly, and your heart sank. She definitely has something on her mind.

“Great,” you said a little too enthusiastically, trying to get rid of the deep frown on her face. “Sarah and I must have walked the entire coastline.”

Your mom just nodded, not really listening. “Look, sweetie, your dad called.”

Immediately you tensed. Your dad never called unless something was wrong or he wanted something. “Yeah?” you said slowly, dreading her explanation.

“I think you should go see him.” Your mother’s smile was bleak and unconvincing. “He just...he asked how you were doing and mentioned that he rarely sees you anymore.”

“I see him,” you defended, scowling. “Just...not frequently.” Things with your dad were incredibly awkward, and you were still bitter about how he handled the divorce.

Sighing, your mother continued, “He’s your father, Y/N. I think it’d do you both good to spend more time together.” You knew she felt guilty more than anything. It was like you’d picked her side in the divorce, which from the outside looked like the case. You didn’t understand how she could feel bad for a man that treated her so badly.

“Mom, I really don’t think--”

“For me,” she interrupted, and you sighed. You couldn’t argue with her now; you loved your mother too much to disobey her. Groaning at the thought of joining your dad for an entire evening, you trudged into the small bedroom and collapsed onto the bed.

You made sure to take your time getting ready, taking a long shower and sitting in front of your closet for almost an hour. Finally when you couldn’t stall any longer, you checked yourself in the mirror before saying goodbye to your mom, willing time to go as fast as possible tonight.

The house your dad lived in was just as astonishing as ever. You would never get used to the sheer size of it, the number of windows and extra rooms. Swallowing roughly, you paced the driveway for a minute, trying to settle your racing heart rate.

Get it together, Y/N, you scolded yourself, scowling at the pavement. He’s just your dad. Truthfully, however, he hadn’t felt like your dad in a long time. To you he was just a stranger who’d obliterated your life and collected the winnings, flaunting his success in the form of this god-awful mansion.

Inhaling deeply, you forced yourself to ring the door. The chimes echoed in your head as you held your breath, almost praying the door didn’t open.

But it did, revealing your father. Clad in an over-priced button down and with carefully sculpted facial hair, you barely recognized him. He had morphed himself into just another Figure 8 phony, and when he went to kiss your cheek his new beard scratched her skin and made you wince.

“How are you, baby?” he asked as you stepped inside, breathing in the cold air of his house. It was like a museum with carefully curated furniture and knickknacks. Your smile was more of a grimace, and you hoped he didn’t notice.

“I’m good,” came your stiff answer. It was too cold in the house, and goosebumps raised on your skin. Your father led you into the kitchen where you saw Sarah’s dad leaning against the counter, wine glass in hand.

“Y/N!” he exclaimed, spreading his arms for a hug. You gave an uncomfortable greeting after embracing him, already regretting your agreement to come here. Sarah’s dad, Ward, had always scared you. He was a very intense man that you were terrified to cross, and knowing he was friends with your dad only made you dislike your father more. But the Cameron’s lived very close to here, so you had a feeling Ward would be over a lot.

“Now I know you and Sarah were together all day, but do you have any idea where that girl is now?” His tone was upbeat and his eyes were empty. You resisted the urge to clench your fists, and instead forced a grin.

“Probably with John B. I think she said something about eating dinner with him.” You knew Sarah was hardly ever home, bouncing between hanging out with you and her boyfriend. She couldn’t stand her father any more than you could stand your own.

Ward nodded knowingly, his smile tightening. “Ah, of course.” You knew he disapproved of John B. just by the way he said his name with such disdain. Topper had been like a second son to him, and for Sarah to leave him in the dust must have angered Ward.

You turned your attention back to your dad, who poured himself and Ward another glass of wine. “Want some, sweetie?” he asked you with a chuckle, probably proud of himself for being cool enough to offer alcohol to his daughter.

Fighting off an eye roll, you shook your head politely. “No, thanks.” It was bad enough your dad and Ward were borderline drunk; the thought of being tipsy with them made you want to throw up.

“Let me tell you, you look great,” he continued, waving his glass at you. “Doesn’t she look great? A lot like your mother, actually. And well, it makes sense I guess since your mother used to look great too.” His words were slightly slurred, and you braced yourself at the mention of your mother. You were standing awkwardly away from the kitchen island, but didn’t want to step any closer to Ward and your father. So you just stood in the middle of the floor, looking at anything but his face.

Ward nodded. “Yes, Sarah and Y/N are growing into fine young women. It’s a reflection of good parenting, you know,” he joked, making your dad laugh. The sound set your teeth on edge.

“I only wish Sarah wasn’t so distracted,” Ward critiqued, taking a long swig of wine. His eyes took on that distant, scary quality they sometimes had that chilled you to the bone. “It’s that John B., I’m telling you. He’s got her priorities all twisted.”

Oblivious to Ward’s malice, your father chuckled. “My Y/N isn’t distracted in the slightest. She’s right on track for a bright, bright future.” He lifted his glass in a toast, but Ward just frowned.

Your skin was getting hot as your discomfort grew. Hearing your father brag about you was infuriating. He had nothing to do with how good of a daughter you were; that was all your mom. You took after her work ethic and self-discipline, and all you got from your father was a few genes and a lot of stress.

“So what have you been up to lately besides parading around the beach with Sarah?” your father questioned, sipping his wine.

“Not much,” you responded plainly. “Just...enjoying summer, I guess.” You didn’t owe your father any more details than that; if he wanted to know you, he’d have to make an actual effort and change for the better. Right now, he wasn’t somebody you wanted to know.

He nodded, eyes misting over as if remembering something. “Summer’s always been your favorite time of year. I remember when you were little you refused to wear any clothes that weren’t bright yellow, because you said you wanted to look like the sun.”

The memory seared into your mind, bringing with it pain and remorse that you’d spent so long pushing down. Ward just chuckled at this.

“Sarah went through a similar phase with pink,” he tried to explain, but your dad wasn’t paying attention to him. He still looked lost in thought.

“You were my little sunshine, Y/N. Still are, even though you’re older. You’ll always be my sunshine.” His smile, rather than warm your heart, only made you sick to your stomach. After a second you realized you actually felt sick. The sound of Ward’s chuckles and your father’s patronizing voice was suffocating you, and you couldn’t breathe. You knew you couldn’t stay here any longer, and the desire for fresh air overtook your brain.

“I-I have to go,” you stuttered, your vision blurry as anxiety began to rattle through your nerves. You could barely make out your father standing up, reaching his hands out to stop you. This only fueled your panic and you desperately wanted to avoid being grabbed by him.

“Where are you going, sunshine?” he called after you, but his voice was distorted and quiet. You ignored him as you pushed out the front door, sprinting as fast and as far away from his as you could manage.

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snowflake-of-destruction · 4 years

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Imagine Roxas and Axel babysitting for Sora and Riku

Teamwork

"I like adding spontaneous, fun extra challenges to the day as much as the next guy, provided the next guy is you, but I have to say, I think Floor is Lava Tuesdays is a better idea than weird plastic puzzle locks on the cabinets."

Roxas glanced up from where he knelt on the floor, fixing covers and bars on the under the sink cabinets in the kitchen to see his husband framed in the doorway, looking the casual print ad model, chiseled lines under soft sweats, hands curled around a mug of steaming liquid that smelled almost as delicious as the holder (of course the mug was emblazoned with the word SLUT in bold letters which would probably have to be censored out of the ad), bun with just enough flyaways to seem careless but pulled to the perfect angle. "I'm baby proofing."

"As the baby, I resent that remark," Axel tutted before setting his coffee next to the sink and crouching down beside Roxas. "What brought this on? You have some news to tell me?"

Axel expected an eye roll from his husband, but Roxas set the angry looking plastic finger trap he was holding down and ran a hand through his hair nervously, a mild pink tinge crawling up his neck and Axel felt his smile freeze in the middle of forming. "Well, actually, I do have some news..."

"You're kidding." Axel felt his blood run cold and then super heated through his veins in quick succession as time slowed down.

Roxas's frown at the interruption morphed to a furrowed brow of confusion and then annoyance. "Axel, I told you already. Replica bodies don't work that way. I'm not going to 'go seahorse'"

"Xion can..."

"Xion is a special case. You are stuck with me with no alterations."

"Eh, I still have the much better end of the deal."

"Yeah, you do."

A shared smile and a quick kiss distracted Axel a moment longer from asking, "So what's the news?"

"I told Sora and Riku we'd babysit for them tonight." Roxas ripped the bandage off quickly. He braced for a less than enthusiastic response, though actually receiving one was still disappointing.

"Listen, I'm sorry about the acknowledgements. Every book I write is dedicated to 'my heart, my love, my Roxas.' I thought that was a given by now, and I just had to write what other dedications would come after it. It was the publisher's fault, and I should not be punished."

"I'm not punishing you," Roxas felt his face wilt as he picked back up the baby proofing supplies to finish what he had started. "I thought it would be fun. Riku and Sora really need a night out, and it gives us a chance to, you know, see what it's like."

It wasn't that Axel missed Roxas's hurt tone or his latter words and their meaning, even if they had been mumbled. It was more a combination of not wanting to be lured toward a slippery slope of manipulation or ready to revisit the conversation of whether he felt they should start seriously thinking about adding to their family soon rather than a general "some day" they'd always said before. Roxas had brought it up last week, and Axel appreciated that he had, but it hadn't exactly gone well when he'd been taken by surprise and his gut instinct response was less enthusiastic than Roxas had seemed to want. He was letting the idea soak in now, and it needed a little more time to marinate before he could give a response. If Roxas was going to push, it would probably need even more time. So it was better not to toe too closely to the sensitive, personal part of baby discussion and do what they both had the inclination to always go back to, deflection with a joke. "To let a Babynort into the house?"

"Ripan is not a Nort." Roxas hissed defense of his other's son since Sora and Ripan couldn't defend themselves.

"Then how come he has white hair? Answer me that," Axel challenged.

"He has silver hair. Like Riku. Riku's genes are the only inherited evil Ripan has and I don't think we should hold that against him. He's just a baby."

"No, no, babies are adorable balls for holding and cooing at and then handing back to their parents. Terrifying because their heads are squishy and they can't hold them up, but otherwise not dangerous at all. This thing is mobile. I've seen it." Axel lent the revelation the appropriate air of horror, though he neglected to mention he'd seen Ripan crawling up a wall, imitating either one of his fathers or the younger Incredible boy, which rendered his warning easily mistaken for his typical melodrama.

"That's why I'm baby proofing."

"Did you get the upstairs?"

"It's not going to be able to climb the stairs by itself...Is it?"

Axel thought it over since the stair thing seemed to alarm Roxas. "Probably more easily than it could get to the ceiling. I'm just going to feed it ice cream and hope that appeases it."

"I don't think it..he can have ice cream yet. Sora said he was going to write us a list of rules."

Axel's attitude toward the night ahead of them turned on a dime when the suggestion that someone else thought he was less than capable intruded to punch at his ego. "Rules like what? We know what to do."

"Damn straight." Roxas stood, dusted off his hands, and stole Axel's coffee off the counter.

"We'd be great with kids," Axel insisted, reaching out to take the coffee back, taking a sip, and returning it to Roxas.

"That's right," Roxas encouraged.

"We take care of Demyx!" Axel could honestly say that he'd fed, bathed, and rocked Demyx to sleep under different circumstances. Luckily, no diapers had ever been involved. "We're Turkey's dads!"

"And he's the most demanding little baby of all!" Roxas championed Axel's logic even while being reminded that he'd forgotten to feed Turkey before starting his project with the cabinets. He'd have to rectify that now. It was a miracle Turkey wasn't already dramatically expressing the utter betrayal of being left to starve.

"Next to me," Axel provided the punchline at his expense.

"Next to you." Roxas leaned up on tiptoe to steal a kiss and pressed the coffee cup with its last sips at the bottom into his husband's hands for him to finish off. "Now go put on something more suitable for tonight."

"What's more suitable than sweats for babysitting a baby? A tarp?" Axel drained the coffee.

"Put on something nice."

"Is Ripan conducting a formal interview before storytime?"

"No, but his dads might."

Roxas's instincts turned out to be right. Sora and Riku not only had a list of rules but a pop quiz on protocol and babysitting readiness that needed to be passed before they would leave, despite the fact that Roxas and Axel, already had the job, were doing it as a favor, were only taking Ripan for a few hours and not permanently adopting him and taking him into the heart of Deep Jungle, and Riku and Sora's normal babysitter was a fifteen year old girl (though Violet had warned them that she might have to cut back even more than she had. Ripan and her brother Jack Jack tended to be "a little challenging" in her words, when she had to watch both of them).

Ripan's part of the testing was to sit on the floor sucking on his giraffe pacifier and rolling an alphabet block between his hands, occasionally looking up with large, liquid blue eyes either to question why he was sitting on a strange floor or to ask why his dads were still there. Or maybe to ask why the other baby curled in the entertainment center next to the cable box was so ugly and meowed.

"I promise you. Ripan is going to have so much fun tonight he's never going to want to leave...but he's also going to be asleep by nine and I won't forget to rub the cream on his arms before I put on his sleepytime shirt," Roxas swore, crossing his heart over the I like coffee and maybe three people shirt he'd neglected to change out of despite telling Axel to look nice.

"Okay, I believe in you," Sora assured him before selling out his husband. "But Riku sincerely does not. So can you please promise me you will take extra good care of our little angel? I know he's kind of a handful, but-"

"Are you kidding?" Axel chuckled, unperturbed. "You're talking to the best babysitters in the business. There is no one more qualified for this job."

"You've literally never done this before," Riku groused, hands clenching in his pockets as he regressed to his old nervous tick.

"We are totally capable of taking care of your precious angel, okay? It's not like we don't have kids too." Roxas gestured to the entertainment center where Turkey sat, eyeing the miniature human. It had eyes like His Boy, so Turkey thought he might be able to trust it, but the threat of someone else Heat Giver and His Boy might want to snuggle that was not Turkey was hard to face.

"That's why I'm concerned," Riku concentrated on breathing evenly through his nose and not sounding too snappish. "That is not a child. That is a cat in a knit sweater."

"We'll be fine," Roxas insisted, ignoring Riku's slight, when defending Turkey's status as first child would make Sora and Riku miss their reservation. "We have your list and everything he needs. You two just enjoy yourselves!"

"See, it's fine, Riku." Sora nudged Riku toward the door. "Bye Ripan! Behave yourself for your uncles!"

Ripan gurgled solemnly, swearing to be nothing but the perfect child.

"Have fun guys! We'll be back around eleven!" Sora nudged Riku a bit harder, recognizing him for the immoveable object he was. "Riku stop glaring and walk."

Roxas opened the door for them, Axel waved to them as they retreated, Roxas closed the door. It was a total of maybe fifteen seconds they didn't have eyes on Ripan. The first fifteen seconds they were in charge of the vulnerable life of the baby that had been sitting near motionless and content in the living room for fifteen minutes. The baby that was still sitting content after those fifteen seconds and still near motionless, just with his pacifier out of his mouth and on the floor beside him and his mouth working as if he were chewing.

Axel and Roxas shared a glance and dove at the same time. Ripan shrieked, which should have proved his mouth was empty, but Axel used the opportunity to sweep a finger inside the child's mouth to make sure. Ripan employed natural defenses. Namely, biting down as hard as he could with his four impressive teeth.

Axel howled. Ripan laughed which allowed the red head to withdraw his injured hand. Roxas comforted Axel, for a moment, then warned him not to take his eyes off Ripan again because they might not get lucky again, and went to wash floor germs from the pacifier for the first, but, by no means, last time of the night. Minute one drew to a close with everyone still unscathed.

Minute fifteen gave birth to everyone's least favorite game, Turkey Chase and Smack, though Crawl Behind Couch gave it a difficult battle for the title.

At the end of the first hour, a nice balance had been found and everyone was getting along until Axel tried to heat up a bottle by summoning fire in his hand and subsequently scalded his wrist while testing results, as well as putting the idea of fire into Ripan's head. Sora had been right. Ripan was very smart and liked to try and mimic what the big people did. The living room couch suffered.

The next hurdles were The Incident of the Second Bottle Being Too Cold, The Great Despair of not Being Able to Have Both Bottle and Pacifier at the Same Time, Bottle Gone Too Quick, The Pukening, Second Washing of the Pacifier and Trial of Separation Anxiety, The Changing of the Onesies with Ripan Super Spleen Kicking Action, and The Pukening Part Two: Roxas's Shirt Looks Absorbent.

It was all minor stuff. Normal stuff. Expected, other than perhaps setting fire to the couch.

The real trouble didn't begin until the pacifier was lost.

#akuroku #snippets #soriku #future fic #fanfiction #the adventures of ripan the invincible possibly part one of more #sorry this was going to be longer but i was having a focus problem #Anonymous #this has been a shakeflake endeavor #🧂❄️

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disneygirl626 · 4 years

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Patrol Gone Wrong :An Irondad Oneshot:

A/N: Alright y’all, I know the title is terrible and the ending is rushed, but I was in a very big hurry to write this and finish it so this is as good as it’s going to be. Enjoy!

In Peter’s defense, no one was harmed. Well, except for him. But in the short morning he was robbed of his eyesight, everyone else stayed relatively safe.

It had started out like a semi-normal weekend. Until May told him he was going to Mr. Stark’s for the weekend.

“But May, I’m sixteen! I don’t need a baby-sitter!”

“He’s not baby-sitting you, Peter, he’s just going to hang out with you for the weekend,” May had said as she grabbed her purse and keys.

“That’s just a fancy way of saying he’s baby-sitting me, May,” Peter had grumbled.

May rolled her eyes and sighed, mumbling something in Italian that was too quick for Peter to catch.

“Honey, I’m not going to be home at all this weekend. I can’t go to work knowing you’re going to be here by yourself. What if you hurt yourself while out on patrols? Before you even try to lie to me about getting help next time you patrol, remember last week?”

Peter did remember last week, but he wasn’t going to tell May that.

Patrol had gone wrong. Very wrong. He’d crawled into the apartment hoping to stitch himself on his own, but he couldn’t reach his back where the stab wound had been. May found him in the bathroom that morning and… let’s just say she wasn’t happy. Peter got an earful of Italian after she was sure he wasn’t going to bleed out.

Anyway, after Happy dropped him off at the Tower Peter walked in and FRIDAY took him to the lounge floor to find Mr. Stark talking to Miss Potts.

Mr. Stark did a double take and grinned. “Hey, Pete! So I was thinking we could spend some time in the lab, then eat way too much junk food and binge-watch some cheesy-sitcom.”

“Sounds good, Mr. Stark,” Peter said with a small smile.

“Great! Go put your stuff in your room then meet me in the lab, ok?”

Peter nodded and set off for his room.

After the internship became an actual thing every Friday after school, Mr. Stark gave Peter a room in the Tower for when they went extra late, which happened quite a lot.

So that’s how the day went. They spent a little too long in the lab, Pepper practically forced them out to eat, and they spent the rest of the binge-watching ‘Friends’. After Peter realized he wasn’t being a burden to Mr. Stark, he was able to relax and have a lot more fun.

Everything was going great! Until Peter went on patrol.

“Peter, there is a robbery on 5th Avenue,” Karen said.

“On it! Thanks, Karen!” Peter said.

Peter reached the robbery in a matter of minutes. “Hey fellas, it’s not nice to rob people.”

The robbers looked up from the cash register they were stealing from. There were two of them, but they didn’t look that threatening. They didn’t even wear a mask! What kind of robber doesn’t wear a mask? Peter figured they were probably pretty new to the ‘robbery’ gig. So he decided to have some fun.

“What- who are you?” the left one shouted.

“You don’t know who I am?” Peter placed a hand over his heart in mock offense. “That hurts guys. That really hurts.”

The robbers looked at each other and raised their guns.

“Whoa! You guys are in need of all kinds of lessons in manners, aren’t you?” Peter said, webbing the muzzle of the gun. “It’s rude to point guns at people.”

“What the-?”

“Language!”

Peter webbed their mouths shut, grinning under his mask.

The guy on the right dropped his gun and pulled out something else. It looked vaguely like a gun, but there was no chamber for the bullets. Instead there was a small container of some sort at the bottom of the gun.

“Whoa, what’s that?” Peter asked, joking aside and beginning to grow alarmed.

The man grinned and held down the trigger. Peter heard a high-pitched whining sound and he widened his eyes.

Peter coughed as the gas burned his lungs. He tried to take a breath but his throat and lungs felt like they were being lit on fire.

“Peter, should I call Mr. Stark? It seems an unknown toxin has-”

“No, I’m-I’m fine, Karen don’t bother Mr. Stark.”

When Peter finally stopped coughing, he rubbed his burning eyes and looked up. A string of curses in Italian flowed from his mouth when he realized the men were gone and had taken the cash register’s content.

He ran out of the store only to realize the men were long gone.

The rest of the evening wasn’t nearly as eventful as that one. It mainly consisted of an old Italian lady that was lost, a couple Puerto Rican kids wanting a picture with him, and stopping a man from mugging a young mom and her kid.

When he returned to the Tower, exhaustion hit him like a brick wall and he stepped out of his Spider-man suit before practically collapsing in his bed.

The next morning he woke up to his growling stomach. “Stupid metabolism,” he grumbled, rollling over and rubbing his hands over his face. He sighed and sat up. Then froze.

“Where am I?”

“You’re in the Tower, Peter,” FRIDAY replied.

He waved his hands in front of his face then rubbed his eyes violently. All he could see was darkness. “Why-why can’t I see?”

This didn’t make any sense! He was fine the night bef- wait. Those guys! Whatever they sprayed him with must’ve blinded him!

“Would you like me to get Boss, Peter?”

“No, no, I’m fine. Um, where is Mr. Stark?” Peter asked.

“He left for a meeting this morning. He wanted me to tell you he’d be back after lunch and to call him if you need anything,” FRIDAY said.

“Who’s in the Tower?” Peter asked. He swung his legs over the bed and stood, placing his arms in front of him and waving them around wildly as he took a couple steps to what he hoped was the door.

“Miss Potts is in the conference room on a phone call and Captain Rogers is in the training room.”

Peter frowned. What was Captain America doing here? Mr. Stark hadn’t mentioned anything about that.

New plan. Avoid Captain America, avoid Miss Potts, get to the kitchen. His stomach grumbled loudly in agreement to the new plan.

“FRI, am I heading to the door?” Peter asked.

“No, you’re heading to the closet. Turn left and walk approximately ten steps,” FRIDAY said.

Peter did as told and slowly made it out of the room without hitting any walls.

“Peter, are you sure I should not alert Mr. Stark?”

“Yes, I’m sure, FRIDAY.”

If an AI could sigh, FRIDAY would have.

Peter ran his hand along the wall as he walked. “Turn left,” FRIDAY said.

FRIDAY guided him to the kitchen and from there helped him get a protein bar without hurting himself.

A cold, sharp, tingling sensation ran up and down Peter’s spine as he ate, making him pause his chewing. “FRIDAY-”

“Oh, hello. Sorry, I didn’t realize anyone else was here.”

Peter jumped. “H-Hi. Um-I’m Tony-uh, I mean, I’m Mr. Stark’s intern.”

“Intern? I didn’t know Stark had interns.” The female voice travelled across the room as the woman walked.

Peter didn’t recognize the voice… He couldn’t exactly ask FRIDAY. He swallowed anxiously and continued in his charade.

“It’s a… uh… thing with my school,” Peter said, trying to subtly feel around for his cup as his mouth grew dryer and dryer. He had gotten a cup right?

“What do you do with the internship?” the woman asked.

“Get him coffee, run errands. Sometimes I’ll work on small little projects in the lab,” Peter lied.

Where was his cup?!

“I thought Tony was at some meeting today?” she said.

“I.. uh.. got here a few hours ago,” Peter replied.

He tried to quickly hide the smile that tugged at his lips when he finally found his cup. He picked it up. And promptly spilled it all over himself.

“Are you ok?” she asked as Peter jumped up.

“Y-Yeah, I’m great. Um, I knocked my cup over,” Peter said. He realized the cup was still in his hand and quickly set it down on what he thought was the table, only to hear it drop to the floor.

“Do you need help?” she asked.

“Uh… no, I’m good. I’m just gonna… head to the… the… bathroom. Yeah. I’ll be right back, nice talking to you,” Peter said, walking off briskly.

He ran smack dab into a wall. An Italian curse escaped his lips and he rubbed his nose.

“Do you have a cane or a service dog that I can get for you?” the woman asked.

“Uh… no, I’m fine. Thank you. Would-would you be able to help me to my room?” Peter asked, his face burning with embarrassment.

“Sure.”

A hand gently touched his arm, making him jump. “Sorry,” the woman said.

With FRIDAY and Peter’s help, the woman led Peter to his room.

“So you’re Stark’s kid?” the woman asked.

“What? No, I’m his intern,” Peter replied, trying to find his backpack that had his clothes in it.

“What regular intern has a room here?” the woman asked.

Peter didn’t have an answer to that. He had no idea who this woman was, he couldn’t just come out and tell her he was Spider-man!

“Where do you keep your pants? I’ll help you find some,” the woman asked.

“My-my backpack should be around here somewhere,” Peter said.

He picked something up. “What’s this?” he frowned, feeling it and turning it around in his hands.

“That’s a... Spider-man suit. Wait. Are you Spider-man?”

Well so much for that. Peter stood dumbfounded. Could this day get any worse?

“Yes, but-but please don’t tell anyone!” Peter said.

“Don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me, kid. I just didn’t know Spider-man was blind,” the woman said.

“I’m not! Well, I mean I am, but it’s-it’s new. I haven’t always been blind,” Peter said.

“When did you become blind?” the woman asked.

Peter sighed. “This morning.”

“This morning?! Does your dad know?”

“He’s not my dad! And no, he doesn’t know. Don’t tell him! I-I can figure this out,” Peter said.

“Kid, this is something Tony would want to know,” the woman said.

Peter sighed again. He won’t be able to figure this out on his own. He can’t see. He needs Mr. Stark’s help.

“Fine. FRIDAY, where’s Mr. Stark?” Peter said.

“Walking into the elevator. Would you like me to tell him about your sight?” FRIDAY asked.

“Yes,” Peter grumbled. He sat down on his bed. Well, he thought his bed was behind him. He fell to the floor.

“Kid?” the woman asked.

Anxious footsteps grew closer and closer to him. “I’m fine, I just missed the bed,” Peter said, sitting up.

“Peter, Boss has informed me that… in his words ‘tell him he needs to stay put’.”

“Got it,” Peter said, holding up a thumbs up.

The woman stayed with him until Mr. Stark got there.

“You’re blind? What- when did this happen?” Mr. Stark shouted. Peter could hear the door hitting the wall and his footsteps quickly approaching.

“This morning. I fought these guys last night on patrol that sprayed me with some sort of gas and today I woke up blind.”

“You didn’t think this was something I need to know? What’re you doing here?”

Peter struggled to come up with an answer, but when the woman answered he realized that second question was for her.

“The kid needed help. Rogers was busy and I hadn’t eaten yet so Pepper told me to come get some food,” the woman said.

“FRI, is Bruce here yet?”

“He just walked in, Boss.”

“Tell him to meet me in the medbay,” Mr. Stark said.

Peter stood and Mr. Stark gently took his arm and led him to the medbay.

“Tony, what’s going on?”

Peter couldn’t help the pure joy and excitement that filled him. “Oh my gosh, you’re Bruce Banner. I-I love your work, I’ve read your papers so many times-”

Mr. Stark spun him around and Peter quickly realized he’d probably been talking to the wall.

“Uh, thanks,” Bruce said.

“He said he got sprayed with some sort of gas and today he woke up blind. Can you help him?” Tony said.

“I can try, but I’m not exactly that kind of doctor, Tony,” Bruce said slowly.

Mr. Stark helped Peter sit on a bed (or what he thought was a bed) and after some silence, Bruce said, “I’m going to give you some anit-biotics to try to fight this toxin, ok?”

Before Peter could question that meant, he felt Bruce giving him a shot. “It should kick in in about ten minutes,” Bruce said.

Peter’s eyes started to feel like a weight was being lifted off. After a few minutes of blinking and rubbing his eyes, the darkness cleared away. Everything was a little fuzzy, but other than that he could see!

Mr. Stark, Bruce, and Natasha Romanoff stood in front of him with expectant faces. “It worked!” Peter said with a grin.

“Glad you’re ok, kid,” Natasha said.

Peter froze. That voice. The Black Widow had been the one helping him all morning. “I think he just went into starstruck mode. Don’t worry, Pete. You’ll have all the time in the world to talk to them after the meeting. Have you eaten today?”

Peter thought back to the catastrophe that was breakfast and shook his head. “Ok, go get some food, I’ll meet you there in a little bit,” Tony said.

Peter nodded and got up to leave.

“Oh and Pete?”

Peter turned.

“Next time you get blinded by a bad guy, maybe tell me?”

Peter chuckled and said, “I will, Mr. Stark.”

#iron dad #peter parker #tony stark #natasha romanoff #fanfiction #oneshot

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Trope: Birthday

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out with the old, in with the new

“It’s your turn,” said Pepper, as she snatched the blanket they shared and rolled away to the other side of the bed.

Tony stared at the ceiling, and was convinced, only for about five minutes, he would be content going back to sleep freezing cold, but then, those five minutes passed by and the loud crash that had initially woken them up was followed by the smoke detectors going off. Pepper elbowed him in the stomach.

“Tony.”

“Alright, alright, I’m going,” said Tony. He sat up in bed and put his feet on the floor. It was way too early for his feet to be on the floor.

Retirement was supposed to be relaxing. It was supposed to be sleeping in on week days, and sipping drinks outside on the porch while watching the sunset over the lake. Not for Tony. He had a child with his DNA and a child with spider DNA and most days he wasn’t sure which was worse, which kept him on his toes more.

At the moment, it was his spider-child, who, for the last week, had taken to terrorizing the kitchen in the middle of the night. He claimed he was trying to bake a cake for Morgan’s birthday part, but Tony had yet to see any results that pointed to that being the case.

He pulled a robe over his pajamas and headed downstairs, eventually walking into the dimly lit kitchen. It was just as he expected, just as he encountered so many nights before. It was Peter, with flecks of flour in his hair and on his shirt, frowning at a blackened cake sitting in a pan on top of the stove.

“Peter,”said Tony, looking around. The kitchen was a mess again. Ingredients everywhere, dirty dishes littered the counter tops. Tony didn’t know how it was possible to make that much of a mess just by attempting to bake one, single cake.

“I know, I know,” said Peter. He tossed a spoon covered in cake batter into the sink. It landed in a mixing bowl that had been filled with water, and it splashed everywhere. “I thought I almost had it this time… but then I just, sort of, fell asleep and left it in the oven too long.”

“Kid, you’re out of time. Her party starts in nine hours.”

Peter’s shoulders slumped, and he let out a breath as he sat down on a stool. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to ruin Morgan’s party, I was just trying to make it so she would have something homemade, like Ben used to do for me.”

So that’s what all the mess was about. Peter missing Ben. It made sense, at least to Tony. Failed recipes and forgotten family secrets made grief so incredibly close, present in a way that was inescapable.

Looking at Peter, with his head hung, with ridiculous amounts of flour in his hair, and sad eyes, Tony knew he had a problem to solve.

He had one kid who’d wake up the next morning without a cake on her birthday, and another who needed some time, some attention, some cheering up. Tony knew exactly what to do.

“Her party isn’t ruined,” said Tony. “We still have plenty of time. We’ll just drive up to that bakery in the city, the one that we love, and we’ll be back with a cake in time to sing happy birthday.”

“Yeah?” said Peter, and just like that, a little bit of light flickered behind his eyes. “Like… like a mission?”

Not entirely a mission. This was about a cake, but Tony nodded anyway, deciding to play along, to keep the smile on Peter’s face.

“Awesome… I just miss it, sometimes, Mr. Stark. I miss going on missions with you.”

Peter mostly called him Tony. It was a change that happened naturally after he’d blipped back into existence, and one that Tony was happy for, but sometimes, Peter could be caught slipping back into old habits. Sometimes Mr. Stark slipped out in moments that were rare, that were worshipped.

It was looking like back into the past. Like looking at a picture and thinking back to when his boy was younger and less world worn, when he didn’t know the cost of war.

Tony grinned at him, lopsided and warm. “Yeah, I miss it too.”

Just like fatherhood, retirement was a good look on him, but if there was one thing he missed from being Iron Man, it was the occasional team up with Spider-Man.

“I’m gonna change, then we can go.”

After getting dressed into jeans and a t-shirt, Tony came back downstairs to see Peter waiting for him in foyer, still in his pajamas. The only difference was a pair of Nike slides on his feet and a watch clipped around his wrist.

“You’re going like that?”

Peter shrugged. “Why not? The city’s an hour away, and we’re just going to a bakery.”

Tony wasn’t sure, after all these years of knowing Peter, why he was surprised.

When they got out to the garage, Tony threw the key fab at Peter. He wasn’t paying attention, and it hit him on the shoulder, bounced off him, then hit the ground.

“Hey!” yelled out Peter, as he bent down and picked up the key. “Wait… does this mean… I get to drive?”

“I’m sure as hell not driving this early. I haven’t even had my coffee yet.”

A grin let up Peter’s face. It was really that easy, to make his day, and one of Tony’s favorite parts about being a father. The small, simple ways he could brighten up his kid.

“Does that mean I get to pick the music, too?” asked Peter, with his hand on the driver’s side door.

“Absolutely not.”

Peter’s grin fell into a fake pout. Tony didn’t buy it. He knew the kid loved AC/DC just as much as he did.

“Tony, Tony, Tony…”

It kept going and going. A steady stream of his name, over and over again, and it got louder, too loud to keep his eyes shut and his head pressed up against the window of the car. It got so loud, even, that pretending he was asleep was no longer a viable plan. He’d almost been there, too, almost back in his dreams.

He grunted, popped his eyes open and lifted his head from the window to turn and look at Peter. His eyes were focused on the mostly deserted highway in front of them. The sun was coming up, and the light it cast was golden, the kind of golden that when he looked at it, he knew everything was okay.

Peter, apparently, didn’t get that same memo from the sunrise.

“What?” asked Tony. “Why are you Tony-ing?”

“Are you really asleep right now?”

“I was.” He straightened out in the seat and ignored the way his muscles ached from the position he’d been crouched into. That was something about retirement he didn’t care for, the getting old part. “Is that a problem?”

“It’s just… weird,” said Peter. “Normally when I drive you’re all tense and gripping the emergency brake, and you know, Pepper is in the backseat telling you to breathe.”

“Pepper isn’t here. I had to settle with knocking myself out instead.”

“But what if I crash?” asked Peter. His tone was mocking, and challenging. It was a test, but really, it just made Tony roll his eyes. “Or get us lost and we run out of gas?”

Admittedly, in the past, Tony had been a little… anxious with Peter behind the wheel, but that wasn’t his fault. Peter was easily distracted. He rambled. He wanted to connect with the people in his car more than he wanted to drive them anywhere. But that felt like a long time ago. Peter was grown, and had grown, by some miracle, into a decent driver.

“I trust you,” said Tony.

“Really?”

“Yeah. You’ve come a long way since you hit that tree.”

“…that tree ran into me.”

Tony laughed. “Whatever you say, kid.”

He nuzzled his head back up against the window, trying to commit to memory the way specific way Peter perked up at the compliment. Sometimes, it was easy, it made Tony wonder about Howard. What a difference it would have made, just three words, but he never heard them.

I trust you. I love you. I’m proud.

He made sure his kids heard them all the time.

Tony did manage to drift off at least a few minutes before the car rolled to a stop. When he opened his eyes next, they were parked outside of their favorite bakery, but something was wrong. The music. The music was all wrong. The little shit had switched the music when he was sleeping.

He took it back. He didn’t trust him.

They put in an order for Morgan’s cake at the bakery and got the bad news it would take forty-five minutes to be decorated and ready to sell. Bad news for Tony, anyway. He was currently walking down a city street next to Peter, still in his PJs, and eating donut holes he’d begged Tony to buy for him while they were in the bakery.

He should’ve forced him to change. He should’ve insisted on it.

“Let’s go shopping,” said Peter, with his mouth full. “I need to get Morgan a birthday present.”

“Pete, it’s the day of her party, and you still haven’t gotten her a present?”

He shrugged and looked a bit ashamed. “I thought I’d have time this morning, and I couldn’t decide what to get for her.”

“She’s turning six and you’re one of her favorite people,” said Tony. “You could give her a paper plate with a smiley face drawn onto it and she’d worship it.”

They both stopped walking at the same time. Three men wearing ski masks were in the process of running out of a store with pillowcases filled with loot. They targeted a family trying to get into their car, attempting to steal a getaway vehicle.

They had a lot of nerve. The audacity, the absurdity, that they would pull this kind of shit in front of Iron Man. He was ready to intervene. He was ready to step out of retirement, just this one, for the little guy.

“Can you believe this, Pete?” asked Tony, but there was no response. He turned his head to the side and Peter was gone. The bag of donut holes sat on the concrete where he had been standing just seconds earlier.

Spider-Man dropped from a rooftop from up above, landed with grace, and made the thieves freeze into place. Tony grinned. No doubt, the boy had a reputation with criminals, and they were right to fear him.

Tony stood on the side of the curb and watched Spider-Man make quick work of them like a proud dad in the bleachers on game night. They were webbed up in seconds. The loot was returned, and lastly, Spider-Man took a selfie with kids from the family who almost got their car stolen.

“I liked the new suit,” said Tony, when Peter returned. “Nanotech, wasn’t it?”

Peter grinned and tapped his watch, back in place on his wrist.

The days of Tony designing Peter’s suits had come and gone. Peter didn’t everything himself, with minimal supervision and lately, no instruction from Tony.

Peter reclaimed the bag of donut holes from the ground and popped one into his mouth.

“Really, kid?”

“What?” asked Peter, as he chewed. “Can we go shopping now?”

Peter led their way into a small, novelty shop, and a bell chimed as they went through the single door.

It was a cramped shop, filled with both new and used items. The kind of place Tony Stark probably would’ve never bothered going into before he met Peter Parker.

The kid took off down a random aisle once they got inside, effectively abandoning Tony, and leaving him to look around on his own.

He found the Spider-Man aisle immediately. His kid was on everything. Stress balls, frisbees, magnets. He was an action figure, he was a tiki tumbler, he was a pair of flop flips with plastic parts designed to look like webs.

Tony wanted to buy it all, but he knew he’d never survive the whining if he did, so he settled on a dad hat he found at the end of the aisle on a turning rack. The front of it was stitched with lettering that said: Number One Spidey Fan.

It was perfect. He put it on, and it was as if Peter’s spidey senses also alerted him about incoming parental embarrassment. He appeared in front of Tony almost immediately afterward.

“Please don’t,” he said. “Please take it off.”

“No. I like it.”

“Tony…” said Peter, with a whine. “This is just like the time May showed up at my decathlon met wearing a t-shirt with my face printed across it. Is that what you want? You want to look like that?”

Tony paused, pretended to consider. “… does she have any more of those shirts?”

Peter made a noise between a whine and groan, turned his back, and stormed back off to the other side of the store. Tony called out after him, “Ask her if she has any in my size!”

Another perk of fatherhood he loved to indulge in was the exclusive privilege of embarrassing his kids.

“I just don’t know what to get her,” said Peter, as they both stared up at a wall of princess dresses, plastic crowns, fairy wands and some reason, nerf guns. He sounded truly defeated. Spider-Man, apparently, could take care of Mysterio and all his illusions, but didn’t feel up to the task of buying a five-year-old a birthday present.

“Kid, it isn’t a big deal. Just get her anything.”

“But I want it to be special. I want her to remember it,” said Peter. “The way I remember how Ben used to make cakes.”

“That’s a lot of pressure for one present,” hummed Tony, but he got it, or at least, he thought he could understand.

It was about Ben, or it was about Peter’s certainty that since he came back from the dead, death was just waiting to come back and take him again at any second, or it was about both those things, tied up together. It sure as hell wasn’t about cake and picking out the perfect present.

Either of those two options would be easier to solve than grief and anxiety.

Sometimes, Tony mused, fatherhood was just doing the best he could do. He could be there. He could help out, in the small ways, and hoped they somehow fixed the wounds he knew would probably never heal.

Tony put a hand on Peter’s shoulder and squeezed. “Hey, come on, I think I know the perfect thing.”

He led Peter back to the Spider-Man aisle and pulled a Spidey mask from the rack, along with a web-shooter toy that shot silly string. He shoved them both into Peter’s hands. He took them, studied them, and frowned.

“Really? This stuff?”

“Yeah, she’ll love it,” said Tony. “She’ll get to be Spider-Man and make a mess at the same time. It’s her dream come true.”

“If you say so,” said Peter, but he still didn’t sound convinced.

“I do,” said Tony. He pushed him towards the check-out counter, with the dad hat still in hand.

“You’re really buying that hat?”

Tony looked at him, grinned, and pushed it across to the counter to the cashier. Yeah, he was really buying it. He couldn’t let an opportunity like this, a golden chance to buy a Spider-Man dad hat, fall through his fingers.

Once they picked up the cake, and they were back in the car, Tony slid behind the wheel, as Peter had claimed he was tired. Just as well. Punks who shouldn’t be trusted not to mess with the radio could not be trusted to drive, either. Before Tony started the engine, he reached inside the bag from the novelty shop, grabbed his new favorite hat and put it back on.

“It helps keep the sun out of my eyes,” said Tony, after Peter gave him a glare.

“You realize where that hat came from, right?” asked Peter.

“Some factory in china?”

“It’s FlashMob merch.”

Tony put his turn signal on and merged out onto the main road. “What’s a FlashMob?”

“Flash Thompson, you know, the boy on my decathlon team?” asked Peter. “He has a YouTube channel and a merch store.”

“Flash…” said Tony, trying to place him. “That penis Parker kid?”

“Yes.”

“Wow, I never would have guessed,” said Tony. “… there’s a whole store of hats like these?”

Peter put his head against the window in defeat, closed his eyes, and just five minutes later, started lightly snoring. Tony let him sleep. After staying up late all week, he knew Pete must be have be exhausted.

“Look dad!”

Tony looked up from his cellphone and into his front yard, that was covered with birthday decorations and silly string. Morgan leapt across the lawn, wearing her new Spider-Man mask, her new toy web-shooters, and her new ballet shoes. They were gifted, with the promise of lessons, from Nat.

“I’m the incredible dancing Spider-Girl!” She landed her last jump with a crouch, then shot the tree with silly string.

The web-shooters had been a win. One of her favorite gifts, and Tony had gotten to whisper Peter an I-told-you-so.

Morgan continued playing superhero ballet, though her party was over, and the sun was setting behind the lake. It was a good day. It was an adventure into the city with his son, and a barrage of good friends to wish Morgan happy birthday. It was over now, but not really. There’d be a lot more birthdays, and Tony planned on sticking around to see them all.

He looked back down at his phone and used his thumb to scroll through the FlashMob merch store. He already had several items in his cart. He’d gotten hats for Pepper, Rhodey and May, and a small t-shirt for Morgan.

“What are you doing?”

Tony’s eyes snapped up. He pressed the lock button on his phone when he saw it was Peter standing in front of him.

“Nothing,” said Tony. He slipped his phone in his pocket.

“I don’t believe you.”

Peter sunk down in the chair next to him and they watched together as Morgan silly stringed sticks to the tree, calling them bad guys and telling them the police were on their way to come and lock them up.

“You know there was a time she pretended to be Iron Man,” said Tony. “Now it’s strictly Spider-Man.”

“Jealous?”

“No. Out with the old, in with the new, all that,” said Tony. “I think it’s cute.”

Tony reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a black glasses case. He hadn’t been planning to give EDITH to Peter. Not for a while, anyway, but there was something about that day that felt right. Peter was grown. He was responsible, and Tony was sure he’d never have to step out of retirement for anything as long as Spider-Man was around and swinging.

“I got something for you,” said Tony, hitting him lightly on the shoulder, until he hesitantly took the glasses case.

“But Morgan is the one with the birthday.”

“I didn’t want you to get jealous.”

“I’m not three,” said Peter, as he popped open the case. “Old man glasses?” Tony gave him a look. “I’m kidding. These are great, they’re classic.” Carefully, he took them out of the case and put them on. “Whoa.”

Tony wasn’t ready for it. Seeing Peter in his glasses. His heart did the same thing it did when Morgan was born, when she said her first words and took her first steps.

“It’s… it’s an AI? That’s so awesome,” said Peter. He took off the glasses and tilted his head. “But what’s EDITH mean? I don’t get it.”

“Never mind the name,” said Tony. He didn’t want to kill the good mood by explaining he hadn’t been so optimistic about his chances of survival post Thanos.

“Thanks, Tony, I’ll take really good care of them.” He took them off, and placed them back in the case, before snapping it shut again.

“I know you will.”

Peter gave him a small little nod, then went to stand up from his chair.

“Hey wait,” said Tony. Peter stopped, put his back against the chair, listened. “How about tonight we gave that recipe another shot?”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, I’m sure together we can figure it out.”

Peter blinked at him.

“I’m sure with Pepper’s supervision we can figure it out,” amended Tony.

Peter laughed, and nodded his head in agreement, and once he was a good distance away, letting Morgan shoot silly string at him, Tony got back on his phone and finished ordering his FlashMob merch. Peter would get over it. Eventually.

#fanfic #irondad #irondad bingo #peter parker #tony stark #Tony muses about retirement and fatherhood #I wrote this to prove to myself that Tony could've retired without denying and Peter could've still been independent from him

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Steal Some Covers, Share Some Skin

A/N: This is my entry for Attie’s Challenge Challenge - it seems like an easy prompt but I was trying to hard to shove it into ideas that just didn’t click with me - until this one!

This is also filling my Square for both @marvelfluffbingo and @star-spangled-bingo: Photographer AU

Prompt is “You are home for me now.” and is in BOLD

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1899

Warnings: fluffy fluff, I had to make a teeny tiny dig at Supernatural (I’m a fan too!), Sam and Nat are thrown in for fun - you have blue eyes, there’s a reason I promise!

Present

Bucky never thought he could be this happy, this CONTENT. He tugged you closer, wrapping both of his arms around you, inhaling the citrus scent of your shampoo still lingering from last night’s shower. You sighed in your sleep and buried your face into his chest.

Six Months Ago

It had started simply enough. You had been running late, with your white chocolate mocha frappuccino in one hand and smartphone in your other hand, talking to your client. You had been too distracted by her voice on the other end when you ran into a hard body. The frappuccino spilled onto your shoes as you swore at your own clumsiness. A pair of hands gently grasped your upper arms. “Are you ok?”

You stared into a pair of stormy blue-grey eyes. Your lips parted wordlessly as you drunk in the gorgeous face in front of you. His forehead was high and regal; the sharp angle of his cheekbones contrasted beautifully with his perfectly plump pink lips. He had a five o’clock shadow that only enhanced his features, rather than detracting. Your fingers itched to grab your camera and just start shooting this magnificent face. You noticed his lips curling and your ears caught up with his words. “Doll, are you ok?”

“I’m fine,” you breathed, a giggle caught in your throat. His voice sounded like an angel, a sexy angel who had abandoned heaven to grace your presence on Earth. I HAVE to stop watching Supernatural, you told yourself. “I’m so sorry about your pants though.” The coffee had darkened one of his pant legs.

He looked down with a grin. “I hate these pants, so I might have to thank you instead.” His beautiful eyes gazed back at you. “Why are you in such a hurry?”

“Job,” you swore and looked at your phone. The previous call had ended at some point; you mentally crossed your fingers this shoot you were heading to would be a quick and easy one. “Can you hold this?” You handed the gentleman the camera around your neck and the equipment bag on your back. You hit redial and listened as it rang.

She picked up on the third ring. “Y/n, what happened? I heard you swear, then the line dropped. You’re still on your way, right?”

“Yes Nat, I’ll be there. Just give me ten minutes, please?”

“No problem!” Nat ended the call.

You turned your attention back to the beautiful man in front of you. You took a deep breath and straightened into your 5’ 2” stature, pulling a business card out of your back pocket. “If you change your mind about your pants, give me a call.” You took the bag back first, then the camera. He startled at your card before allowing a wide grin to take over his face. You mentally rolled your eyes at his glow. How the fuck does a guy get away with being this… it’s unfair.

“Or I could ask you out to dinner?” He didn’t even try to hide the hopeful tone of his voice.

You offered him a small smile. “You could. But I really have to go. Sorry!”

Bucky watched you jog faster in the direction of Central Park before glancing back down at your business card:

“So do I call her?”

“Dude, she gave you her card! Yes! Call her!” Sam rolled his eyes at his friend. “Was she cute?”

Bucky thought back to the encounter. The first thing he had noticed were the blue of your eyes; they reminded him of Steve. Bucky shook his head, knowing Steve was off on his own adventure and that it was ridiculous to compare you to him. Still, there was something familiar… friendly… safe with you, despite the spilled coffee, he thought with a smile. Then he remembered the shine of y/h/c hair that caught the dim sunlight, and the blush pink tone of the t-shirt you matched with pale blue jeans and grey slip-on shoes. “Yeah Sam, she’s beautiful.”

Nat corralled her daughter, settling her into the stroller with a squeal. You had spent most of the morning letting the little girl run wild in Central Park’s grass, blowing bubbles that she happily popped, playing with the dogs that approached. Then Nat had suggested they ride the carousel; the picture of mother and daughter brought a smile to your face, and just a small twinge of tears wishing for your own little one. Your favorite picture would still be the large Malamute that had let little Nikita snuggle right up to her; the dog sat perfectly, smiling at the camera while Nikita rested her head on the dog’s back, stroking her fur and saying ‘soft puppy’ over and over.

“So tell me about this guy you drenched with coffee,” Nat teased.

Your cheeks bloomed a light pink, then you groaned when you realized. “I didn’t get his name!”

“Hahaha! Come on! My dearest friend takes time out of her weekend to shoot my wild child, runs into what you describe as ‘a gift from God,’ and you didn’t get his name?! He clearly had you dazzled!”

You stuck a tongue out at Nat. Nikita giggled at the face and did the same to her mom. Nat rolled her eyes, pointing a finger at you. “Thank you for teaching my child that. And you!” She knelt down to smirk at her daughter. “You better do that only at your dad, ok?” The little girl giggled and stuck her tongue out again. Nat laughed and straightened back up. “He’s going to call you; you gave him your card. He can take the hint, right?”

Bucky sat out on the balcony, phone in one hand, your business card in the other. He hadn’t been forward lately, due to the prosthetic arm he had lost while serving overseas. But the memory of meeting you, even rushed, had given him a constant smile. You hadn’t brushed off his idea of dinner, but he was still nervous. Sam watched this internal dilemma play out in front of him and decided to help out his friend. Without a word, Sam grabbed the phone and card, dialing, then handed the phone back to Bucky. “You’re welcome.”

“Hello?” you heard the unfamiliar male voice on the other end. You had answered every call in the last three hours, hoping it would be the mysteriously gorgeous guy from earlier. You heard a cough then a more familiar voice came through.

“Hey, that was my friend. He was being…”

“Helpful?” You chuckled. “Is this pants guy? Sorry I didn’t get your name earlier.”

Bucky chuckled at the weird moniker. “Call me Bucky, it’s less wordy than ‘pants guy.’ Did you make it to work ok?”

You settled back into your couch cushions. “I did! Thankfully my best friend understood so it wasn’t a huge issue. It was a fun session; I plan on doing a shoot for that kid anytime someone asks! How was your day? Any other clumsy people spill drinks on you?”

Bucky’s laugh made your stomach flutter. You rolled your eyes as Bucky stopped laughing and gasped. “Nope, just you doll.” You felt the heat on your face, hearing a smack of flesh on flesh on the other end. “Sorry, it slipped. I don’t go around calling everyone doll, really!”

You bit your lower lip to keep from grinning. A five minute conversation didn’t usually bring you this much humor and joy and you wondered if Bucky was thinking the same thing.

“So…” you both said. You giggled as Bucky sighed. “You go first,” he said.

“I was just going to say I’m sorry for getting coffee on you again, but I’m glad you called.” You bit your lip again.

“You should really thank my friend Sam for calling for me! How do you feel about Chinese?”

“Ewh,” was your honest, unfiltered response. “Unless we’re talking about their amazing acrobatics?”

Bucky chuckled. “I was thinking about dinner. Tomorrow. If that’s ok?”

You smiled into the phone. “I feel like it should be me offering, since I did the spilling.”

“No way doll! Damn it, I mean y/n,” Bucky was sure you could see his blush. “Let me try this like a normal person. Y/n, would you like to have dinner with me tomorrow?”

Present

A heavy rain startled both of you out of sleep. You kept your head rested against Bucky’s chest as his arm squeezed you closer. “Morning,” you whispered, dropping a kiss on him. You felt him kiss the top of your head.

“Morning,” his voice still rough with sleep. Then he turned his head to the side and grumbled at the clock. “Nope, afternoon.” He snuggled against you. “There’s no law that says we have to get out of bed though.”

You lifted yourself onto your left arm while your right hand drew lazy patterns over Bucky’s bare chest. The lighting in the room was muddled and Bucky’s hair was a stark contrast to the greys. You reached behind you and picked your camera off the floor, aiming the lens at his prone frame. You heard his groan over the sounds of the shutter as you captured this etheral creature laying in your bed. You giggled as he threw his left arm over his eyes, the metal gleamed as the flash went off. You glanced down at the last picture and sucked in a breath. You laid back down, this time your head resting on his chest, so he could see the shots you took as well. “Babe, this one is just… magnificent! I love the way the shadows fall over your body, and yet your arm… will you let me show this one? Please?” You looked up at him with your big blue eyes.

He kissed the top of your head and wrapped his right arm around your middle as you paged through the others. “If it makes my photographer girlfriend happy and gainfully employed, I’m willing.” You gasped and grabbed a corner of a pillow. “Don’t even think about it doll.” His teasing smile tugged at your heart. You let go of the pillow and instead turned in his grasp and planted a warm kiss to his lips.

“Yup,” the ‘p’ sound exaggerated as you pulled back. “A MUCH better decision.” You glanced at your clock and sighed. “So I guess you’re going to have to head home soon?”

Bucky’s thoughts raced at reasons why he would have to leave your bed, or you for that matter. Steve was gone, having lived the life he wanted. Sam always had plans, or dates, or work, that kept him busy. The thought of his own apartment, without you, suddenly seemed unappealing.

“You’re home for me now,” Bucky said simply. He pulled you into a searing kiss that left both of you breathless. “Doll, if you’ll have me, any place with you is home now.” You saw his watery smile and felt tears prickling in the corner of yours.

“Really?” you whispered. You kissed him softly, feeling like you had hit a million dollar jackpot. The warmth in your heart could have heated your apartment for… ah hell, you thought. You let your hands tug gently on his hair as you kissed him again.

Bucky pulled back to catch his breath and whisper back “Really. I love you.”

FIN

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post-itpenny · 4 years

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Arriving at my muse’s house at three am.

I hope you don’t mind but I wanted to use this as an introduction story of sorts to my characters in the Slasher AU. Also I mentioned it in another post but Magpie and Peregrine go by their human aliases in this AU.

It goes without saying there is a bit of gore.

3am

or alternatively titled-

“Cookie?”

The tired policeman at the front desk looked up as a plate of chocolate chip cookies was placed on the desk in front of him.

“Hehe, thanks Miss Blackwood. You know I can’t say no to your baking.”

Meave Blackwood smiled, “I’m so happy you like them Charlie.This one is a favorite recipe of mine.”

Another officer stopped by, snatching a cookie off the plate, “yeah but what’s the recipe. You're my aunt, you're supposed to share these things.”

Meave smirked, nose scrunched as she snatched the cookie out of her niece’s hand. “It’s not my fault you wouldn’t listen when I tried to bake with you as a child. Also you’ve already had four, save some for the rest.”

Juno rolled her eyes but didn’t complain, she was late meeting someone anyways.

Meave smiled as her niece left, pulling out her phone to send a quick text message to someone and moving on with her plate of cookies.

Pembroke Blackwood looked up at the sound of knocking, his sister standing at the doorway of his tiny office. A plate of cookies that also balanced a tea cup and full coffee mug.

“Brother dearest,” Meave chimed, “you should take a break.”

Pembroke sighed, gratefully accepting the coffee Meave offered. “Yeah but this one is a tough nut to crack. Let me toss this scenario out at you huh? Guy walks home taking Pine Street. Guy stops and drops dead of a bullet wound to the throat. No witnesses cause it’s like 3am. All shops down that street so no residents.”

“Hmm,” Meave hums to herself with one finger tapping her lips. She slides into a chair and looks over the files scattered on her brother’s desk. “Well it had to have been someone he knew to stop him at that time of night.”

“Yeah I thought so too, but any suspect has a water-tight alibi.”

“Oh but it must be someone he knew!” Meave insisted, “think about it brother dearest. Knows his work schedule, knows the route he would walk home, knows how quiet that particular spot is. Does he usually walk home with anyone?”

“Yeah his roommate, they do night shift at the same place but the roommate was out of town visiting his sick mum.”

“Oh! Have we called mum since Mother’s Day?”

“The UK one? No I guess we need to. Back on topic Magpie.”

Meave made a face that could only be described as a cross between a smirk and a teasing scowl at the nickname. One from childhood that really everyone in the precinct was familiar with. Magpie Blackwood, whose mind was sharp as a knife but distracted by a thousand different things at any given time.

And just as mischievous.

Pembroke reached out to grab a cookie only for his sister to slap it out of his hand.

“Not that one Peri sweetheart,” Meave ordered, “try one from the otherside of the plate. Juno seemed to enjoy those.”

Pembroke arched an eyebrow in confusion before a cold dread broke out down his spine.

“What did you-“

“Did you know it was Charlie who was stealing my lunch out of the break room fridge?” Meave asked with a cheerful smile.

Pembroke jumped out of his seat, running out the room. “Damnit Meave not again!”

Meanwhile, the laxatives in the cookie Charlie had eaten were starting to take effect.

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It was 2am and there was a man running for his life.

An hour before he was heading to bed when he noticed the figure standing outside in the corner of his backyard, petting his dog.

Two minutes later the power cut and in the darkness of the house he could not find his cell phone to call the police.

Five minutes later and the thing was inside, the man scrambling for the front door and down the dirt road his house resided on. His nearest neighbor was away on vacation. The next closest was a mile away, but in the darkness of a cloudy night he accidentally stumbled off the road and down a random side track.

He slowed to a stop, hopping his eyes would adjust to the darkness.

Behind him a twig snapped, followed by a giggle.

The man took off running again.

The cycle seemed to continue on and on. Until finally he had no energy left. Terror being the only thing keeping him going as he stumbled onto some form of civilization at long last.

It was a small junkyard. One he recognized as being a part of the bottom corner of a neighbor’s property. He had accidentally ran to where he was wanting to go anyway.

In the distance he could spot a small pinprick of light he knew to be the lamppost set up by his neighbor’s workshed. The man sighed with relief, falling to his knees in exhaustion.

“Oh, dear. I’m so sorry sweetheart, did I run you ragged?”

The man flipped around in panic. Behind him stood a small lady with stark-white hair. Her outfit old-fashioned looking, skirts and boots coated in mud. She had a satchel over one shoulder and a kitchen knife in her left hand.

“Wh-who are y-“

“Shush, shush now. You need to catch your breath.” The woman insisted as she pulled something from her satchel. “Here we are, are you hungry?”

It was a bag of cookies, the woman took one to eat herself. The man, eyeing her knife the whole time, timidly accepted one as well.

“Do you like it? The secret is a small dash of crushed cornflakes. Adds an extra crunch to them.”

The man didn’t know what was stranger. The woman or the fact that chocolate-chip cookies with crushed cornflakes tasted so good. He looked at the knife in her hand again, could he wrestle it off her

“Now may I ask your opinion? Man is walking home from work at 3am and is shot at close range in the throat. Who would do that?”

The man looked the strange woman in the eye, edging just a little towards the knife. “Uh… s-sounds like some shit my ex would do.”

The woman hummed, finger tapping her lips. “There is an ex but she was at a friend’s house that night.”

“Bull”, the man responded. Inching just a little closer to the knife. “Friends can cover for you. Ex probably called him a liar for something so she shot him in the throat.”

“And did you lie to your ex?”

The man stopped, “n-no! Did that bitch send you? I’m telling you I-“

“Thank you so much for your help dearest. I truly appreciate it.”

The woman took a step back, snatching up a pole from a nearby junk pile and throwing it like a javelin.

The pole went clean through the man’s stomach, knocking the air out of him as he started to fall forward only to be caught in the arms of the stranger.

“You know, I’ve always wanted to try this. Do you mind?”

With inhuman strength the woman hoisted up the pole till it was standing up like a pike with it’s victim at the top. The man made a strange gurgling sound as he slowly slid down to the ground.

The woman frowned, yanking the pole out of his body and tossing it aside. “I was hoping you would stay up longer but own well.” She sighed as she pulled a gun and silencer out of her satchel.

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Meave arrived at her own home at 3am to find a figure standing in front of her garage.

He wore a dark casual suit, his white hair slicked back and a black medical bag sat on the ground next to him. He was smoking a cigarette as he watched the car pull up on the drive.

Meave grinned as she saw him. “Oh Vespers darling! I was worried when you didn’t answer my text earlier.”

The young man shook his head as he dropped his cigarette and crushed the embers under his foot. “You know, most people like to sleep at this time of night auntie dearest.”

“Ooh I know! I hope you don’t have any early appointments tomorrow.”

“No it's fine, luckily I don’t have to have anyone ready for a funeral until one.”

Meave gave her nephew a hug before turning the pull open the garage door. “Why don’t you sleep in the guest room tonight then. I can make pancakes for breakfast! Oh, and be a dear and get the body from the trunk?”

Meave’s garage had a rather large and strange assortment of tools for a woman who looked like she could not tell the difference between a wrench and a screwdriver. She carefully stretched out a sheet of butcher paper on a workbench for Vespers to lay the body down on.

He switched on a nearby lamp before giving a low whistle. “You sure like to keep me on my toes don’t you aunt Pie huh? May have to just hide this one.”

Vespers looked up to find his aunt was not paying the slightest bit of attention. Meave was busy admiring the blood that had soaked into her silk gloves.

Vespers shook his head, turning to pull on a pair of latex gloves of his own and getting to work. Poking and prodding the body here and there before coming to the man’s face. It took some work but eventually he managed to pry the man’s mouth open and pull out his tongue, giving a cautious sniff.

“Rigor Mortus has already started kicking in, if you have a power outlet nearby I can do some quick electrical stimulation on him to relax the body again… Aunt Magpie?”

Meave was now frowning down at her muddy clothes.

Her nephew sighed, “if you want to go change I can do this part by myself. Also, if you still have that whisky dad left when you had us all over for dinner last week it would be great if you could bring it.”

Meave was quick to leave, coming back ten minutes later wrapped in a pink silk night robe. A cup of tea in one hand, coffee in the other, and a half empty bottle of whisky tucked under her arm.

She watched in fascination as Vespers had already removed the bullet from the man’s neck and shoved a small metal rod through it. He was now taking hold of the man’s ankle, giving a sharp twist. A soft “pop” echoing through the garage.

“You broke his ankle?”

“No, sprained it.” Vespers replied as he took the whisky bottle and poured it’s contents down the dead man’s throat. “I could smell the alcohol left on his tongue. There’s an overpass in town that goes over a construction site, so it should be quiet this time of night.”

“He was drunk and stumbled off the overpass.” Meave speculated.

“Why go through the trouble of hiding a body when you can put it in plain sight?” Vespers offered with a smile. “Could you help sit him up for a moment?”

Meave compiled as Vespers grabbed a cement block from the corner of the garage and placed it down on the table before taking the body from his aunt and slamming it down.

Vespers’ work took another hour, the construction crews would be arriving at the worksite soon so he decided to dump the body for his aunt before coming back to help clean up.

He came back to the garage to find Meave absentmindedly pushing a finger across the bloodstained workbench like a child playing with finger paints. He looked over her shoulder at the small flowers and hearts she had created.

“By the way,” Vespers casually observed, “I know you don’t normally like guns.”

“Hmm? Yes well I was testing out something close range for a case your father was stuck on. Our friend also provided some verbal insight as well.”

“And?”

“And I do believe I want to personally interview the victim’s ex tomorrow.”

“No I mean the pole, and what about the pole.”

“Oh! Yes well,” Meave smiled with a glint in her eye, “I just wanted to see what would happen.”

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warfstachenby · 4 years

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Here’s my gift for @the-pan-anon for the Visitation Day Gift Event! Big preesh to @yancy-support-group for creating and running the event! The request was for a Yancy/Illinois fic and the prompt was “angst”! (although this part isn’t that angsty sorry!)

There’s a second part to expect in the next few days, so sorry I didn’t complete all of it in time! Hope you enjoy it anyway!

Title: Such a Perfect Place to Start (chapter 1) Pairing: Yancy/Illinois Words: 1727 Content warnings: fighting (brief), blood (mentioned)

“And a one! And a two! And a one, two, three!”

Yancy sat down next to Heapass. In front of them Bam Bam and Sparkles were rehearsing a new musical number. Bam Bam threw his arms up and over his head and jumped to the left. Letting his right hand fall to grab his top hat, he tossed his cane to Sparkles with his left. It clattered to the ground.

Bam Bam’s jaw clenched. “It’s no good, Yance, we just can’t nail this.”

“Hey, hey.” Yancy said. “Youse just need more practice. Things like this take time. Don’t either of youse get worked up over it.”

“Looked alright to me.” For once, Yancy was glad Heapass opened his mouth. He wasn’t usually known for his compliments.

“See! A few more days and youse’ll nail it.”

“A few more days!” Sparkles agreed eagerly, jazz hands for emphasis.

“A few more days.” Bam Bam paused, letting a small, relaxed smile creep onto his face. “Thanks for sticking with us.”

Laughing sheepishly, Yancy brushed it off. “Aw, no! Youse don’t gotta thank me!”

Suddenly there was a voice from the other side of the yard. “No, there really has been a mistake, my friend. I didn’t steal that box!”

Yancy’s head snapped to face the voice. A man was slowly sauntering next to the guard. He was new, obviously, and held himself in a way that exuded confidence. He was dressed in the standard prison uniform but was wearing a brown hat that Yancy assumed was from the outside. Something about him seemed bigger than life. He flashed the guard the kind of smile you only see in movies. The guard just rolled his eyes and walked off.

Yancy stalked towards him. “Wanna get out, do ya? Why? Here ain’t good enough?”

“No, of course not.” The stranger smiled that smile again. “But I’m afraid there really has been some confusion. I shouldn’t be here.” He paused. “But I’m adaptable.” He smiled and threw Yancy a wink. “I’m sure I’ll make the most of my time here.” Another winning smile as he shifted his weight to his other leg and held out his hand. “I’m Illinois, by the way.”

Yancy shook the offered hand as a little shiver ran down his spine. “Yeah, uh…” He could hear Heapass laughing behind him. “I guess we’ll just have to convince youse to stay, huh?”

The stranger laughed. “You can try, but I’m afraid I’m married to my job. There isn’t a thing you could say or do to keep me here. I doubt you’d understand. I know a fellow adventurer when I see one, and I just don’t think I see it in you.”

There wasn’t any bite behind it. It was casual and dismissive. But for a split second, Yancy saw red.

“Oh, so it’s like that, is it? You’re just like my dad! Always judging, always dismissin’ me!” His fist connected with Illinois jaw before he had even thought the action through. Smacked the suave look right off his face.

Recoiling slightly, Illinois clutched his face and steeled himself again. He was too cool, too casual. He was leaving himself wide open for Yancy to take another hit. Was he just not going to fight? It pissed Yancy off, he didn’t need some stranger to coddle him in a fight! He threw another punch.

Illinois dodged. And then, all too quick, Yancy’s legs were out from underneath him and he was hitting the ground.

That was effortless. Other than the red mark that would blossom into a bruise on Illinois’ face, he didn’t have a hair out of place.

Illinois held his hand out again. Out of the corner of his eye, Yancy could see the gang rushing over to help him up, probably also try to land some hits of their own on Illinois. He took the hand and let Illinois pull him up.

“You’re courageous, friend, I’ll give you that. But you’re too rash, a little diamond in the rough, maybe. A little bit of polish and you’d be an excellent partner.” He smiled. “I’ll be seeing you around.” And then he threw a final wink at Yancy before sauntering through the crowd to leave. All Yancy could do was stand there and watch.

There was something off about the following days, Yancy felt. Or maybe there was just something off with him. Whatever it was, he noticed it.

He and Illinois hadn’t spoken since their not-quite-fight, but they’d seen each other at meals and in the yard, and Illinois would smile at Yancy and Yancy would try his best to return it, despite how weird he was feeling.

Illinois had been exploring the penitentiary. He’d tested the ground in every room and knocked on every wall. He had also been talking to all the other guys and even sat with Tiny in comfortable silence. Everyone liked Illinois. Yancy tried to clear his head of whatever he’d been feeling the last few days that was holding him back and walked over.

“I’m not much of a drinker but this really is as good as your reputation suggests!” Illinois finished the last of his hooch wine, before noticing Yancy hovering in the doorway. “Ah, hello again!”

“Hey.” The realisation that he didn’t know what he should say hit him like a bucketful of ice water. “Look, I… I wanted to apologise, I…”

Illinois waved him off and smiled. “Don’t stress over it,” he said gently. “What’s done is done.” Standing, he thanked Hank for the wine and his company. “What do you say? Let’s get to know each other.” Yancy nodded and followed as Illinois led him back to his room. It was pretty empty of any personal effects.

Illinois sat on his bed. After a few seconds of watching Yancy stand there awkwardly, he patted the bed beside him. “You can sit, you know. What are you afraid of? Falling in love?” He joked – or, at least, Yancy was pretty sure it was a joke. He sat down.

“Sorry I hit ya, by the way,” He sighed. “Something youse said just rubbed me the wrong way.”

Illinois waved him off. “It’s forgiven,” he said, smiling warmly at him. “Everyone I’ve talked to has said this place is basically their home. It’s nice but I never stay in the same place long.”

“Why?” Yancy rubbed his chin in thought. “What’s even out there for youse? You don’t have any pictures in here of any family.”

“What isn’t out there?” Illinois grinned. “The thrill of adventure, things so lost they’ve never once been found, companionship, danger, excitement!” He winked. “The chance to fall in love!”

None of those were for Yancy, not that he wanted to say it out loud.

“Adventure, huh?” Yancy paused. “So how youse end up in here? Doesn’t seem like you’re the type to steal anything or kill anyone.”

“Well, I really didn’t lie that it was all a big misunderstanding.” He got up and reached under the bed. “Often I find things other people have stolen, or things that were lost and hidden, and I return them to where they belong.” He pulled out an ornate brass-coloured box with a blue gem on it. “I found this beauty a little while ago and wanted to return it to its home. It led me to the penitentiary and the guards caught me. I’m cool as a cucumber under the pressure of poison dart traps, but even I find it hard to leisurely escape five guards. Anyway, apparently, this had been stolen from a museum and it was all over the news. No one believed that I hadn’t stolen it.”

Yancy smiled sympathetically. “I’m sorry that happened. Everyone who ends up here has done something it’ll take us a long time to make up for, but the years ain’t so bad ‘cause we all have each other. Youse didn’t deserve to end up here, but I hope you know you’re one of the gang anyway.”

“Thanks,” Illinois smiled to himself, still turning the box over in his hands. He noticed Yancy staring. “You can take a look if you want.”

Yancy took it from his outstretched hand and ran his fingers over the metalwork. “How old do you think it is?”

“Centuries, at least. Millenia, maybe.” Illinois looked almost wistful. “I think it might be the oldest and most important artefact I’ve ever found.” He preened. “And clearly I’ve risked my life to find and return hundreds.”

“Why do youse think it’s so important? What’s in it?”

Illinois laughed. “I haven’t the slightest idea.” He took it from Yancy and pulled on the lid. “I haven’t been able to get it open.” He handed it back to Yancy, who held it up to his face, searching for a hidden mechanism. “It’s a strange idea but I like to think it’s oddly Schrodinger-esque. That until we open it, there could be anything inside.”

Yancy paused to take the moment in. It’d been a long time since he’d ever had a moment in his life that could only be described as peaceful. Then he noticed something. “Does the box feel weird at all to youse?” He chewed his lip trying to find the words. “Like, it’s not vibrating… but if I focus on it, it kinda feels like it is, you know?”

“Yeah, I felt that too. Also got the strangest sense of déjà vu when I first touched it.” He closed his eyes in thought. “It was like somewhere in the corner of my mind I could remember a partner I’ve never met before. And something’s telling me if I chased that déjà vu I might be able know what’s in there.” He opened them again and smiled straight at Yancy. “Nothing about that makes sense, but I’ve been to stranger places and seen stranger things happen.” Suddenly, his brow furrowed in concern. “The box has really unsettled you, huh? Stop biting your lip, you’re making it bleed.” And then when Yancy released it from between his teeth, Illinois leaned over and wiped the blood away before Yancy could flinch away. He smiled at Yancy again.

His smile made something jerk deep inside Yancy’s chest. He returned it best he could, and in the back of his mind he thought of a beautiful bird trapped in a cage.

Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed it! The next chapter should be up in the next few days, once again I’m so sorry for the wait!

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jade4813 · 5 years

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A Lie, Told Often Enough, Chapter 14

Author Notes: Inspired by @fallinginloveinaflash‘s AU prompt. All credit for the idea goes entirely to her.

Title: A Lie, Told Often Enough

Rating: NC-17

Synopsis: Iris just landed her dream job at a PR firm and her first assignment is reforming the bad boy image of celebrity artist Barry Allen. He’s overly cocky and well-known for being a playboy, but Iris has never met a challenge she couldn’t handle.

Chapters: 14/?

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

It was a beautiful day, and Iris kept her hand in Barry’s as they walked through the park and headed to some nearby shops to do some browsing. He seemed pretty confident that, regardless of the mundanity of the tasks, someone would take their picture, and Iris had perused enough articles about him to agree.

As they strolled down the sidewalk together, occupying themselves with idle chitchat, Iris ran her thumb along the curve of her engagement band. Still unused to the sight of it on her finger, she found herself sneaking peaks at it on occasion, as though needing the frequent reminder that it was real. Even if her relationship wasn’t.

She hummed to herself – a song that she’d had in her head all morning though she didn’t know why. Perhaps it had been in a dream. “For I can’t help falling in love with you…”

“What’s that?”

She grimaced, hoping he hadn’t heard her sing. “Ah…nothing. Just a song I’ve got stuck in my head,” she explained before abruptly changing the subject.

A while later, she threw a glance at her date as he laughed at something she said. He never looked more adorable than he did when his eyes were crinkled with laughter, and she wanted to stroke one finger down the lines in his cheeks caused by his smile. “Hey, want some ice cream?” he asked, guiding her towards another door.

“Do I – we just had breakfast!” she protested weakly as he propelled her inside.

“Yeah, but it’s never too early for ice cream.” At his expectant look, she shook her head and declined the offer of ice cream for brunch. Barry, on the other hand, didn’t hold back. His cone was loaded with three scoops – fudge ripple, German chocolate, and mint chocolate.

As they walked out of the ice cream parlor, Iris eyed him askance and muttered, “I don’t know where you store all that.”

He grinned and lifted an eyebrow at her. “Good metabolism.”

Before he could say anything else, two girls rushed towards them, startling them with a shriek of excitement.

“Oh, my god! I knew it was you! I can’t believe it!” the taller of them blurted in such excitement that all the words nearly ran together.

“We are just – we’re huge fans. I’ve been to three of your shows and I even named my pet rabbit after you! Oh, god, I probably shouldn’t have told you that.”

Barry chuckled, clutching Iris’s hand tighter when she would have stepped away to give him a private moment with his fans. “Your rabbit? Really? I’m flattered. So what’d you name him?”

The girl in question looked star struck, her face beet red, and seemed incapable of responding so her friend offered, “Bunny Allen. She named him Bunny Allen.”

“That’s a great name,” Iris replied, throwing Barry a quick look that promised that he wasn’t going to live that down any time soon.

“Hey, we hate to bother you. But could we get a selfie?” the taller one asked, holding up her phone with a hopeful smile.

Iris stepped forward, ready to offer to take the photo for them, but the other one shook her head and waved her back. “No, no! With both of you! We’ve been reading about the two of you ever since your first date. You guys are totally adorable! Nobody will believe us when we tell them we actually met you, though.”

“Oh. Um. Sure,” Iris replied awkwardly. The idea that she – and her relationship with Barry – was garnering fans of her own was still difficult to process. Without thinking, she lifted her hand to brush her hair off her face as she shifted closer to Barry, and she saw the second that the ring on her hand was noticed by their two companions. Blushing, Iris tucked her hand behind her leg as though to hide the ring. She’d expected to be seen wearing it, but she wasn’t sure she was ready yet to answer questions about her fictional engagement.

“I – oh my god,” the shorter one breathed, exchanging a frantic glance with her friend. Barry took advantage of their surprise and gestured them forward for the selfie. He wrapped his arm around Iris’s shoulders as the girls got their phones ready, but it took a second for everyone to jockey into position.

Throwing Barry a sly smile, Iris gave in to temptation. His ice cream cone was only an inch away, and she found it did look good, after all. So while he offered to take the actual photo, she leaned forward and took a bite of his ice cream cone.

Her teeth had just sunk into a chunk of chocolate when she heard his affronted gasp. “Are you – are you eating my ice cream, Miss West?”

Shooting him a look out of the corner of her eye, she sucked the chunk of chocolate into her mouth and leaned back. “Mwo,” she lied around the ice cream in question.

Barry was trying to look scandalized, but the corners of his mouth kept twitching. “Of course you know what this means, don’t you?” With her own snort of laughter, Iris took a step back and shook her head. He didn’t even take his eyes off her as he followed. Instead, he thrust his remaining ice cream cone towards their fans and then grabbed Iris and pulled her forward. “I have to take it back.”

Wrapping his arms around her, Barry lifted Iris off her feet and kissed her, his mouth hot and hungry under hers. Iris gasped at the warmth of his tongue against hers, melting against him as she ran her hands in his hair, deepening the kiss.

“You taste good,” he murmured against her lips, putting her back on her feet but then going in for another kiss. His teeth nibbled at the full curve of her lower lip. “Like mint chocolate chip. My mint chocolate chip, in fact.”

“I decided I wanted ice cream after all,” she replied unrepentantly, kissing him again.

Her kiss swallowed his laugh. “I love you, you know.”

It was the first time either of them had said the words, she realized the moment she heard them. Iris knew it was for their companions’ benefit, but she wished it wasn’t just an act. Still, his words reminded her of where they were and what they were doing.

Though her heart twisted, she forced a smile as she murmured, “I love you too.” In the presence of Barry’s fans, she could tell the truth and pretend it was a lie.

At her words, one of his fans made a soft sound, almost like a sigh. Unable to meet Barry’s eyes, for fear that he would see the truth in hers, she ducked her head and feigned embarrassment. “Ah…right. The selfie. Sorry about that.”

“No, no!” the taller one interjected. “It’s fine!”

“We don’t mind!” the other one added as she scooted in front of them and held out the camera for the requested pictures.

Later, as they walked back to Barry’s place, he lifted her and to his mouth and brushed a kiss against her fingertips. “You did great back there by the way.”

She glanced away, pretending to be distracted by a young couple walking a dog nearby. “Yeah? I guess I could have been an actress. If I didn’t like my life of anonymity so much, at least,” she said in a tone approximating humor.

By the time she got up the nerve to look at him, Barry was looking away. “Yeah, you probably could,” he agreed lightly. “Though we’re going to have to have a talk about you stealing my ice cream,” he added, shooting her a quick grin.

Iris laughed. “Sure thing…Bunny Allen.”

“See…now…wait a minute!” he spluttered, chasing after her as she dropped his hand and darted away, screaming the new nickname over her shoulder. “That is not going to be my new nickname!”

They were almost back to Barry’s when he suggested that they run to her old apartment and grab some necessities. If she was going to move in with him, there would be some things she would undoubtedly need. With only a small stab of trepidation, she agreed. Though she understood the reasons why she should move in with him, it still seemed like a bad idea, given the feelings she was trying to hide.

But there was no way she could explain as much to him, so she followed him to his car and let him escort her to her place, as he suggested she might appreciate the help carrying her things. When they reached her apartment, she turned her attention to gathering her things.

She was carrying her bag of toiletries to the living room when she found Barry standing by her desk, perusing the contents of a folder. She didn’t know what it was until she got closer and saw the clippings from gossip rags. He was looking through the Relationships folder.

“This is…a lot of research,” he remarked mildly as he skimmed another article.

Iris blushed and gently took it from him. She didn’t know why she was embarrassed for him to find her research, but she was. Perhaps because this folder had become rather more comprehensive than was strictly necessary, under the circumstances. “I take my job seriously.” After a momentary hesitation, she amended, “Well, took it seriously, at least. I guess it’s not really my job anymore.” Pulling her folders together, she slipped them into her bag, figuring she should pass them off to Mason when she got the chance.

“You know that’s mostly crap, right?” he asked, shoving his hands into his pockets. “I mean, most of it isn’t true.”

She shrugged. “It doesn’t really matter. It’s all about what people believe.” At least, that’s how it began.

“Yeah, but –”

They were interrupted by the ringing of her phone, and she pulled it out of her pocket while he turned away. Her stomach twisted as she saw the name on her screen and hit the button to answer. With everything that had happened, she realized there was one call she’d forgotten to make. “Dad! You know, I was going to call you –”

Later that evening, Iris was curled up in bed, her laptop open on her lap. Barry had left for the recording studio a few hours before, and she’d stayed busy to keep her mind off either her pretend engagement or the dinner she and Barry were scheduled to have with her father when he returned from his trip the following evening.

But she’d finished her book, and television wasn’t holding her interest this evening. So it was time to see what people were saying about her pretend engagement – even if it wasn’t her job to track that sort of thing anymore.

It didn’t take long for her to find the pictures the fans had taken that afternoon, particularly since the fans had tagged both Iris’s and Barry’s social media accounts when they were posted. Along with the selfies, they had apparently taken several pictures of the kiss. With her hands speared in Barry’s hair, her engagement ring was clearly on display.

With a combination of curiosity and dread, Iris scrolled down to see the comments.

“OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!”

“This makes me so happy! I ship these two so hard.”

“Congrats to the new couple!”

“Damn. That kiss tho.”

“I’m so jealous!!!!! Are they as gorgeous in real life as they are in pictures?”

“Wait, she stole a bite of his ice cream cone? What a selfish bitch. She’s probably trapped him into marriage.”

“She’s so lucky. I DRINK COFFEE! WHY COULDN’T IT BE ME?”

“He couldn’t afford a bigger ring? Doesn’t he make a lot of money? I’d be pissed if I were her.”

“I would kill for him to kiss me like that.”

“I would kill for HER to kiss me like that.”

“They love each other so much! I want to go to their wedding!”

“Is it weird to be in love with their relationship?”

“Hope he’s getting a prenup.”

“This has to be fake. Real couples don’t kiss in public like that. Gross.”

“I was just thinking about them yesterday and now I can’t stop screaming! I am so happy right now!”

“Another relationship doomed to fail. Just wait to see what happens when he goes on tour. How long until he cheats on her?”

“When is the wedding date??? I have to know!!!”

“Gorgeous!”

“I hope he does a show near me someday!”

“Is it just me or did he look better with his last girlfriend? They looked happier together somehow.”

“A beautiful couple! Best wishes!”

“Can’t wait for the wedding!”

“They look so happy, and their babies are going to be BEAUTIFUL!”

“Ugh. They’ve been dating HOW long? She sounds like a gold digger. He could definitely do better.”

Having had just about enough of both the good and the bad, Iris reached for the laptop, ready to close the lid and call it a night. She would have been touched by the kind words if her relationship wasn’t the lie that the detractors assumed it was. But then another string of comments caught her eye.

“WTF? Barry just blocked me! What’d I do???”

“I can’t believe these idiots are throwing fits in his mentions and then whining that he’s actually blocking them. Suffer!”

“Wow. Did you guys see Barry’s recent post? He’s blocking assholes left and right today! I liked him before but I love him now! HE LOVES HER SO MUCH!”

Curious, she clicked on Barry’s page only to see that he’d pinned a new tweet. “Thanks for the well wishes, everyone! But to the bullies who think I give a shit about your opinion about my engagement…guess what? I don’t. I love Iris. If you tag either of us in your bullshit, you’ll be blocked. I don’t want fans like you.”

Iris reached for her cell phone, wondering if she should tell Barry that it was a bad idea to alienate fans on behalf of a fake engagement. But she prevaricated as she pulled up his name. What would she expect him to do if the engagement were real? And even though it wasn’t, the whole point was that his fans weren’t supposed to know that. Also, this was exactly the kind of thing someone with the image they were trying to craft for him would do in this situation.

Though she knew he might have done it for just that reason, Iris was a little touched as she put the phone aside and turned off the light.

A few hours later, she awoke as she felt the bed sag beside her and reached out to Barry as he crawled under the covers. “Mmm…babe? What time is it?” she managed to ask.

“Just after four. I didn’t mean to wake you,” he replied, pressing a kiss against her forehead. “Go back to sleep.”

Resting her head on his shoulder, she curled up against him. She fought off sleep long enough to ask, “The album?”

Iris felt Barry’s shoulder shift under her cheek as he heaved a sigh. “It’s finished.” She heard a hint of regret in his voice, but she drifted back to sleep before she could ask him the reason for it.

#a lie told often enough #barry allen #iris west #westallen #fanfiction #my fanfiction #rock star au

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allthings-fantasy · 5 years

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See You Again - Part One

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2900-ish

Warning: underaged drinking, minimal language, flirty teen!dean

Summary: From the second Dean Winchester walked into your life, he completely turned your world upside down. The love the two of you shared was fierce but left the two of you heartbroken. When he waltzes back into your life years later, it may just be to late for him to make amends.

A/Ns: GUESS WHO’S BACK - this is loosely based off the song Springsteen by Eric Church --> Check out my bio for my MASTERLIST

August 25th, 2009 (Present Day) - Dean POV

Oklahoma was a success. It was an easy enough hunt, just a simple salt and burn. With all the shit going on in our lives right now, all we wanted was a guaranteed win. Now Sam thinks he may have found another one. “Where did you say this is again?”

“Uh..” Sam's eyebrows furrowed as he scrolled back to the top of the article on his laptop. “It's in Indiana. Fairfax, Indiana.” A sinking feeling settled in the center of my chest. This had to be some kind of sick joke. “Didn't we use to live there? Yeah! It was like… your senior year of high school when we moved there?”

And I haven't been back to that stupid hick town since ‘99. I don't know why I'm stressing out, she probably doesn't even live there anymore. She was always smart, no doubt she got outta that town as soon as possible. I don't think I'd be able to look her in the eyes even if she still did live there. Not after what I did to her.

Those voicemails she left me still replayed in the back of my head after I've had one too many. It's been ten years and one of my biggest regrets in life. “Dean? Are you even listening to me?” My head snapped in Sam's direction as his voice finally pulled me from my thoughts.

“Huh? Yeah, sorry I was just trying to think the last time we were there.” I cleared my throat and turned the engine over, Baby roaring to life. The music blared from the speakers, prompting Sam to stop talking about this dreaded down. I was finally doing something I should've done 10 years ago, I was coming back.

August 17th, 1997

The sound of your phone ringing pulled you from the pot of boiling pasta on the stove. Without looking at the caller id, you flipped open your phone and wedged it between your shoulder and ear. “Hello?”

Your ears were met with a squeal. “Are you excited for tonight?” Sarah’s voice sang through the line, you could practically see the smile on her face in your head. With a small chuckle you stirred the contents in the pot and shook your head. “Oh, c’mon Y/N! You know the Jones’ throw a big banger every year before the summer is over. This is the last hoorah before we start junior year!”

With a sigh, you turned off the burner and switched the phone to your other ear. “Of course I’m coming, it’s just the same thing every year. Someone gets in someone else’s face and drama starts, or there’s one too many noise complaints and we’re stuck running through the woods again.”

“Yeah, but you still have fun though?” Sarah was your best friend, sometimes incredibly annoying, but she was your best friend nonetheless. Every year she looked forward to this party and every year you got stuck holding her hair back over the toilet. “Plus, apparently there’s like this new kid in town. He’s going to be a senior and I think he has a younger brother going into 9th.”

New kids were something of a rarity, the small town usually had newcomers running towards the private school two towns over. “And how did you hear about this?”

Sarah paused for a second, “Jason and Tyler ran into him out by the park. I guess they started chatting him up and they invited him tonight. I don’t remember his name… something with a D, I think.”

You let out a dramatic sigh, “You know you don’t have to keep trying to convince me to go, I’m already coming. I’ll pick you up at 9, okay?”

She let out another squeal and agreed before saying her goodbyes. You weren’t sure why she was so excited over this new guy. He’d only be here for a year, plus why would he go for a junior when there are plenty of senior girls?

The next few hours went by quicker than you had anticipated. Before you knew it, you were standing in your bathroom putting finishing touches on your hair and glancing at the clock. You had five minutes before you had to go pick up Sarah. Slipping on your sandals and securing the buckle around the ankle, you made your way downstairs. “Hey, mom. I’m going to pick up Sarah okay?”

She turned and gave you a sweet smile. “Sure thing honey, I know you go to that party every year but be careful okay? And call if you need me to pick you up. Be safe!”

“Of course, mom.” You gave her a quick goodbye and grabbed your keys and wallet before heading out your front door. Luckily Sarah only lived right about around the corner from you and the party was only another twenty minutes down the road from that.

Sarah talked your ear off the entire drive over to the fields of the Jones’ property. You could see the silhouettes of your peers shining from the large bonfire. “Let’s go!” Sarah hopped out of your car with extra pep in her step.

Music flooded your eardrums as you hightailed it behind Sarah, she really was eager to get her eyes on the new guy. Beer and smoke filled your nose the closer you walked to the center of the party. You spotted Jason by the keg, refilling his solo cup. “C’mon, let’s go say hi to Jason. Maybe he can point you to your new mystery man.” The two of you fell into a fit of giggles before making your way over.

“Y/N! Well, if it isn’t my favorite girl.” Jason smirked at you, extending his arm to wrap around your shoulder. “I was getting a little worried you weren’t gonna come this year.” He put on his fake pout before sipping his drink. Jason was cute and has been your friends since fifth grade. Even when he became the star running back for your high school football team, he never treated you any different. His shaggy blonde hair and baby blue eyes had the freshmen girls falling at his feet.

Taking the cup from his hand, one of your eyebrows arched in his direction. “Me? Miss one of your parties? Jas, I would never.” You innocently batted your eyes at him before taking a sip of his beer. “Plus, Sarah is just dying to meet the new kid you invited.” You laughed as she nodded eagerly, no shame in the glint in her eyes.

Jason’s eyes widened before he nodded. “Ah, well I’ll introduce Sarah, but I’m not introducing you.” He gave you a pointed look before stealing his cup back.

Your nose wrinkled while you arched your neck to look up at him. “And why the hell not?”

He simply shrugged. “Because in the words of Tiffany he’s like so totally dreamy and I can’t have him sweeping my best friend off her feet.” Jason sent you a wink which caused you to roll your eyes.

“You know that will never happen.”

“Mhm…” He looked at you skeptically and handed you his cup. “This way, he’s over here.” Jason kept his grip on your shoulder as he directed you and Sarah over to the beer pong tables. You could tell which one was the new guy just from looking at the back of his head. No one around here wore leather jackets, plus it’s like 80 degrees. How is he not sweating? “Hey, Dean! Got someone I want you to meet.”

Dean turned his back on the girl he was currently talking to. She seemed upset as she turned and walked away, back towards the fire. So maybe Tiffany was right, he was kind of dreamy. Not that you would ever admit that to Jason. Dean’s lips twitched into a smile as he glanced across the three of you. You would be fixated on his mouth if his eyes weren’t so damn distracting.

“Dude, this is Sarah.” Jason used his free arm to point to the strawberry blonde beside you.

She instantly perked up and held her hand out, which Dean eagerly shook. “Nice to meet you, Dean.”

He flashed his teeth in a drool worthy smile and quickly glanced across her face. “Trust me, pleasure’s all mine.” After he dropped her hand, Dean turned his attention back towards you. A question in his eyes as he looked at Jason’s arm wrapped around you. “This your girlfriend?” The question was aimed at Jason but he kept his eyes on you.

You cut Jason off before he had the chance to speak. “He wishes.” Taking a step closer to Dean, you allowed Jason’s hand to drop from your shoulder. “I’m Y/N.” You sent him a sweet smile while extending your hand.

Dean’s fingers wrapped around yours and gave your fingers a quick squeeze. “It’s… very nice to meet you.” He held your gaze longer than you thought he would. You shivered under his stare before dropping your hand.

Jason cleared his throat in an annoyed manner and you could feel him shifting behind you. “I’m just uh, gonna go get another drink. Y/N, find me later okay?” He gave your arm a quick squeeze and a glance before walking back towards the crowd.

You gave him a nod before turning your attention back to the guy in front of you. “So you guys go to Truman High?” He glanced between the two of you, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“Yeah, we’re both going to be juniors this year.” Sarah crossed her arms over her chest, pushing a little extra cleavage out of her crop top. “What about you, Dean? I heard you’re going to be a senior.” She carefully chewed on her bottom lip and you had to resist the urge to snort at her attempt at flirting.

He smiled and nodded, a small blush coming across his cheeks. It was funny, you didn’t picture him as the type of guy who blushed. “You heard right. My family and I move around a lot, usually a couple times a year, but Dad said I can finish out my high school career here.” He shrugged and sent you another smile.

Before Sarah could say anything, Laura came up behind her and tapped her on the shoulder. “Hey girl, sorry but uh, Jamie said she needs to talk to you… She didn’t say what it was about but it seemed important.” Laura stole a glance at Dean and blushed. “She asked me to come get you.”

You almost felt bad because of how disappointed she looked. But Dean said it himself, he’ll be here all year. Sarah pouted and looked between you and Dean before nodding. “I’ll be back.”

“And then there were two…” Dean chuckled to himself and shifted his weight between his feet. “Uh, do you want to get another drink? I’m sure that beer in your cup is warm.”

“Yeah, I’d like that.” You smiled at him as he shifted one of his hands out of his pocket and onto your middle back.

“Lead the way, sweetheart.” His words shouldn’t have made you blush, but they did. And he saw it too, that damn smirk coming across his lips again.

You had to bite your lip to keep the grin off of your face as you lead Dean back towards the kegs. Along the way ignoring Jason’s questioning glances. “Here, I’ll get that for you.” Dean took your almost empty cup and threw it in the trash before grabbing you a fresh one.

“Such a gentleman, Dean.” You teased as he handed you your fresh cup before grabbing his own. “Making a great first impression.”

He chuckled and nodded his head. “I sure hope so, would hate for you to get the wrong impression of me.” Dean’s eyes flashed down to your lips before back to your eyes. “Why don’t we go sit on one of those hay bales over there? Getting tired of standing.”

Dean picked a bale a little further away from all the noise, making it easier to hear each other. More people were beginning to file in and you were grateful you found a place to sit. He leaned forward with his elbows on his knees, slowly sipping on his beer. Your eyes watched his lips form around the rim of the cup, to his jaw clenching when he swallowed. “You know, it’s not polite to stare.” He smirked and looked at you over his shoulder.

Your shoulders shrugged and you smiled, “You got a problem with it?”

“Not at all, sweetheart. Look all you want.” The boy practically oozed confidence, it was almost infectious. You let out a laugh and shifted in your seat, trying to keep the hay from irritating your thighs too much. Dean seemed to notice your shifting. “You alright?”

“Yeah, they hay just itches my legs a little.” You lifted your leg slightly to run your hand over the backs of your thigh.

His brows furrowed as he glanced down at your legs. “Stand up.” Before you could respond, he gently gripped your elbow and pushed you to stand. Dean shrugged off his leather jacket and laid it down where you were sitting. “There… you should’ve said something.”

You could feel your heart flutter in your chest and your cheeks become warm. “You didn’t have to do that.” As soon as you sat down your legs instantly thanked you for the soft material beneath you.

“All about making that first impression.” He winked and fiddled with the watch on his wrist.

“And what impression are you trying to make?” You hid your smile behind your cup, downing what was left in it.

Dean shrugged and leaned back on the palm of his one hand. “The type of impression where you realize I am ridiculously handsome, incredibly kind and charming, and you just can’t help yourself from falling in love with me.” His head turned to the side and he gently licked his bottom lip. “How am I doing so far?”

It was impossible not to laugh. Dean’s face screamed seriousness but you just had to laugh. This guy was completely out of his mind, but you couldn’t see yourself not talking to him. He was adorable, funny, and already nicer than 95% of the guys who lived in Fairfax. “As sweet as that laugh is, it’s kind of hurting my ego a little bit.”

You bit down on your bottom lip and took a deep breath to calm yourself down. “No, I’m sorry. You’re doing great so far.”

The two of you were interrupted by Sarah, carrying three shots in her hands. “Guys! Guess what Lucas brought.” Her singsong voice filled your ears as she passed two of them to you and Dean. You knew your best friend, she was trying to figure out just how cozy the two of you were getting.

She cleared her throat and held her glass up a little bit. “Cheers!” You mocked her glass lift and threw the amber liquid down your throat. A cringe ran through you as you felt the taste linger in your mouth, warmth flooding through your veins. “Aw, Dean. You didn’t take yours?”

Looking over at Dean, you noticed the little cup still in his hands. You weren’t one to judge someone on their choice of drink. Plus, he was new, he probably didn’t want to get wasted at his first party with these people.

Apparently, Sarah didn’t have the same thought process as you. She stepped closer to him until her knees were pressing against his legs. “C’mon D, it’s not thaat bad.” Sarah nudged at his elbow. From the slur in her voice you could tell that wasn’t her first shot of the night. Dean cleared his throat and shifted back slightly in his seat, looking a little uncomfortable.

“Sar, back off a little bit okay? He’s been drinking beer, he probably just doesn’t want to mix alcohol.” You shrugged and reached over to take Dean’s shot from his hand and downing it yourself. “See? Now it didn’t go to waste.”

Her eyes glared at you before setting her lips into a frown. Sarah grumbled something under her breath and turned on her heels, stalking away. “I’m sorry about her, she gets really forward when she drinks.”

Dean went back to his relaxing position. “It’s not that I don’t like liquor, I just have to drive home after this so… can’t really get plastered.” You nodded in understanding and the two of you fell into a comfortable silence. “So uh, who’s your ride home?”

“Huh? Oh, uh I’m not sure. My mom will come pick me up if anything, she’s pretty laid back as long as she knows where I am.” You shrugged and moved back on the bale, crossing your legs. “Why’d you ask?”

“Well I can’t really let you drive home now, can’t have that pretty face getting into an accident…” He paused for a moment, as if debating on saying his next words. “I could always drive you home.”

You smiled at him, squinting your eyes slightly. “I don’t even know you.”

It was Dean's turn to laugh and you tried denying the butterflies you felt in your stomach at the sound of it. Blame the alcohol, yeah that's what it is, the alcohol. “Then get to know me, ask and you shall receive.”

“Who says I want to?”

He scoffed and nodded. “Oh you want to. I can see it in your eyes, sweetheart. You want to know me.”

#dean winchester #dean x reader #dean fanfiction #dean x reader fanfic #supernatural #spn fic #dean #supernatural fanfiction #spn #fanfiction #fanfic #supernatural fanfic #teen!dean #teen!dean x reader

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(now your) mess is mine

Leia had not been prepared for the amount of laundry she would do during the war. They were two weeks into their journey to Bespin - a hopefully safe port where they would hopefully meet a friend of Han's who hopefully would help them make repairs to the hyperdrive. They were doing a lot of hoping...and a lot of laundry. Despite their attempts to keep their water usage to a minimum so as not to overload the water recycling unit, they'd discovered they quickly ran out of clean clothes.

In fact Leia had discovered that her locker emptied surprisingly quickly and she suspected it had something to do with the shape draped in blankets behind her. Allya had recently reached a size that allowed her to wear Leia's clothes quite comfortably, circumstances which led to her currently wearing a long sleeved thermal shirt with Hoth insignia on it. Until two weeks ago she'd been wearing it under her snowsuit. The pile of blankets moved towards her, shifting to reveal Allya herself, grinning.

"I scared Dad," she announced. "I jumped out of the blankets and yelled and he jumped and went 'fuck- Al!' It was great!"

Leia frowned. "Didn't he tell you to stop saying 'fuck'?"

Allya made an uncoordinated shrugging motion while shoving her blankets into the washer. "I mean I guess, but like you guys still say it. I know you try and save it for when you think I can't hear you..."

"That’s because it’s an adult word, Al. That's why we don't say it around you. It isn’t appropriate." She passed Allya the detergent and waited for her to close the unit before she started the cycle.

"I'm eight, though. Isn't that adult enough?" Allya finally argued, following Leia as she made to leave the fresher.

Before Leia could respond she found herself bumping into Han, his hands already grasping her shoulders to steady her. "No, it's not," he directed his response over her shoulder at his daughter.

Allya stuck her tongue out at him but quickly slid past them and took off out into the corridor. He shook his head but he was grinning as he pressed a kiss to the crown of Leia's head.

"Is she wearing your shirt?"

"She is. At some point your child has decided to 'borrow' clothes from other people."

"Wonder where she got that idea," he mused, pointedly running his hands down her arms. "It's not like there's someone aboard stealing my clothes that she could observe."

Leia snuggled deeper into the - stolen - sweatshirt she wore. "You like it."

"I do, Your Worship." He wrapped his arms around her waist, "too much." He kissed her softly.

"Solo," she hissed, pulling back, "your daughter is down the hall."

He leaned in again, "I know that."

"Dad! Can I have monster nuggets for lunch?"

Leia broke away from the kiss with a laugh at the shouted interruption, tucking her face against his neck.

"If you eat them all now you won't have any until we get to Bespin...and it's gonna be a long time!"

"But I want some!"

"Leia," he murmured. "It's going to be a long couple of weeks, still. Even worse if we run out of eight year old approved foods."

This time, she kissed him. "It wouldn't be us if it were easy, love."

“What did I do to deserve you, Sweetheart?”

Down the hall, Leia could hear Allya chattering away, interspersed with Chewie’s soft rumbles as he, presumably, helped her to make her lunch. Behind she and Han, the washer continued in it’s cycle and there was a pile of clean laundry on their bunk. There were two and a half weeks left to Bespin. In spite of all this, Leia lingered in his embrace, content to stay as long as he would hold her, all the way to Bespin or even beyond if only he would stay right here, right now. If she hadn’t been prepared for the laundry then she certainly hadn’t been prepared to fall in love, least of all with a smuggler with insatiable wanderlust, a wookie copilot and a spunky daughter. But she had, and not even four and a half weeks trapped aboard the Falcon could change it.

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A quick disclaimer: I don’t really know what size the average eight year old is but I figure Allya is gonna be really tall like Han, anyway. Therefore, it makes sense that she quickly reaches, and overtakes, Leia’s size. (poor Leia)

Happy (late) Birthday @fishmalzan! Love you lots and lots my dude!

(title from Vance Joy’s Mess is Mine)

#allya au #allya verse #the smuggler writes #happy (late) birthday Fish #can you believe it took me days to write this tiny little thing #everytime they try to make out on the way to bespin allya interrupts them its canon kids #i was thinking about leia doing laundry for some reason and this spiraled out of it #also allya is a high key clothes thief

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noro124 · 5 years

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dream summary: a kid looks for his brother. uncomfortable content moment. 11 stranger things is there

dream 2: i’m in prague again & people are stealing my shit

they made like a stranger things movie or something & it was actually pretty good? at least that’s the impression i got when i woke up despite none of this making sense. none of the characters from stranger things were there except eleven who showed up later. first it started off as like a a video game where you play from the perspective of two different people depending on what version? I was from the perspective of this younger kid probably 7 y/o named Byron who was looking for his older brother Sisyphus (like the Greek figure), who was "imprisoned" somewhere. Byron had a couple companions like this older uncle figure & another youngish boy & me! There was a really weird part that was just like a montage of the uncle figure getting a handjob???????? like really close camera shots on the guy's dick getting hard????????????? this was an unskippable cutscene & it made me SO uncomfortable I hated that it was like watching a movie in a theater & everyone was like :/ just really fuckin horrible 0/10 content by my brain. anyway the me figure in the dream was like "what the fuck are y'all doing" & closed the game & went to watch my bf play as Sisyphus.

Sisyphus was very strong & powerful & had an abundance of incredible skills & weapons & he chose to be trapped in a cave of pink marble with a pool of clear water & blood in the center so he could stay locked in combat with this Hydra dragon chimera forever. He missed his family dearly but thought this was the best for everyone to keep them safe. However, Byron appeared in the pool & started following his brother around as he fought back the beast. Byron wanted to hug his brother because he’d missed him so much but Sisyphus couldn’t stop fighitng to give him a hug even though he’d missed him so much. This was more dangerous bc Byron was completely defenseless & Sisyphus had a lot of Aoe attacks & the Hydra beast was also very dangerous. Eventually Byron (who also might have been name Adam) fell in the pool & drowned in blood & then their older sister showed up, she was bald & had green & pale pink scales & a lizard tail & she burst out of the blood pool, put Adam Byron on the ground, & then was immediately bitten very badly by & Sisyphus was like "No! Sistina!" & we had a flashback of the parents taking their fresh baby from the midwife (the parents the dad looked like the beast from beauty & the beast with glowing yellow eyes if he was a paladin & the mom was a big lizard woman & it was like "congrats on your only daughter!") & then he caught her in his arms. She was still strong enough to cast a big lightning bolt at the body of the beast.

Then El stranger things showed up & somehow was more powerful than thr Greek figures & jumped onti thr main head of the beast. Then I was her & I just bit the face a lot tearing off chunks of skin since the face was almost human & then I "woke up" back in a huge ampitheater. My sister's graduating class was having a piano recital & playing all meme songs like Discord or the Charles vocaloid song which I love & we ran out. My sister’s friend Keith who she talks about a lot was there, & so was an asian kid who looked like he was 6 but was apparently actually 17 or 18. I got in my car & then....?

Quick teleport dream back to Prague where we were leaving soon. It was April again, a couple days before we left for Milan. My roommate at that time & I were trying to take the metro home from school, but we couldn't find the station so we had to walk over these grassy hills & I wasn't wearing shoes? But they were in my backpack. It was raining pretty hard & we passed some old dudes sitting out on the porches of their houses & they gave us advice. We got to the station & it was the Lavender Heart Line, which only had 5 stops (the next one was First Repair?) & it ended at the yellow line, which I remembered we could get on to get close to home. While in the station transferring to the yellow metro (without having left the metro) some guy holding a big plaster head that looked like those enemies from kirby

picked my pocket & stole my phone & I chased him down. He was trying to pass my phone off to someone else in the crowd, but eventually I got it back for a moment? After a brief confrontation I caught the guy, he looked like a friend of a friend but older. He was talking to me in English, which I was surprised by bc we were still in Prague. The police said "taze him so he'll learn his lesson" & gave me a tazer & I was like “fuck you bitch” & pressed the button & the prongs hit him in the eyes??? but he was fine. Anyway got my phone & wallet back - apparently they were hidden under a pile of brochures on a convenient coffee table? but someone stole my backpack & my roommate ditched me to go home while I looked for it, but the station was empty by then & I couldn't find it. There were a couple people carrying bags that looked really similar to mine, but they had some modification that made it clear that it wasn’t mine. I was really sad because my leather jacket that my dad gave me was in there.

After I woke up I was sad for a while & then I was like “Wait i still have my fucking bookbag lol” & even if I did lose that jacket I have an identical version of it back at home. Like it’s the same brand, one’s just older & a little more green bc the dye is leaking out. Anyway I woke up & spent 18 minutes typing this up instead of getting ready to leave & I'm gonna be late to work! fuck

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“Hey goodnight I’ll see you tomorrow!” Jensen called out as you started to head to your trailer and you waved. You have been on spn for a while now and your character is supposedly on a solo hunt that will last the episode but will let you have some days off in your real life.

You waved back and went to the assigned trailer. Quickly showering off the fake blood and sweat from the day you gather clean clothes and head out to your SUV. Your bodyguard Stephen sat passenger, mainly because you always insisted on driving.

As you get out onto the freeway about 45 minutes away from your apartment a car comes up on your ass. Not slowing down and slightly drifting from side to side in the lane. You sped up hoping to ditch the guy but he kept pace. Soon enough he moved over to the left and started to pass you. It happened all so quick. His rear end hit your front end and the car spun out of control. Stephen has his arm across your chest and you had your back pressed to the back of the seat. Nothing could have stopped the car from rolling and other cars tried to swerve out of the way. You car came to a rest upside down when another car tried to avoid the jam and hit your side of the car head on. The suv went skidding across the freeway and you blacked out.

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“Wait what do you mean accidents.”

“It was a pile up. After the first car hit us the rest tried to avoid our car and one hit her side of the SUV.” Stephen was speaking to your coworkers. Who just so happened to be finished with work for the day. When they found out what happend they left and came to see if you were ok. You weren’t though all you saw was black but could hear everything. People talking, beeping and the rush of footsteps. You couldn’t feel anything. Probably a good thing at that. Soon enough though not just doctors entered your room it was your family. Not your mom and dad they were still in the states and most likely don’t know what happened yet. But your other family. The one you had been with since you were 10 years old. You had been living with your aunt but now had your own apartment. Jensen, Jared , cliff, Stephen and misha were there. The doctors apparently had made an exception for them to come in and visit you.

“Hey Y/N.” It was Jared’s voice but distant.

“We miss you.” Cliff gruffes put this time even more far off. Then you started to feel warm... and light. The beeping started to fade from your ears and the voices went with it. Then you heard this...this crying. Like a baby. The light got brighter and the crying did too. The mumbling of doctors and nurses became present. Then the weirdest thing.

“Is she okay?” A voice echoed through the room.

“She has ten fingers and ten toes. Health is looking ok.” You throat was scratchy and you were cold.

You weren’t in heaven or hell but a new life all together.

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Time skip 15 years

*you have no memory of being born again or of your past life*

“THEN JUST KILL YOURSELF.”

Your cracked out mom screamed. She was screaming at you. She was foaming at the mouth and had her hand in her hair. She hasn’t been herself lately but this, this was new. You ran down the hall and put a bag together just throwing in clothes. You jumped out your window and ran down the street. Your feet hit the pavement at an alarming rate and you didn't stop. You ran past the run down movie theaters and the family owned diners. You kept running. You ran until your lungs burned and until there were no more street lights to guide your way. Just the lonely sound of crickets and the occasional owl.

By this point in the night it had to have been close to 40 degrees and only a couple cars have passed, the damp air was hard to breathe through and the wet pavement was starting to make your feet ache. The low rumble down the road was barely audible, yet you could see the faint glow of headlights. You readied yourself. you stopped and held out your thumb. You walked into the empty lane and prepared. The car started to slow down and stopped a few yards away from you. you walked up to the driver window and you met eyes with a women. She would have had to be mid 30s if not almost 40. Her dark hair was cut into a pixie cut and her eyes looked concerned.

“Are you okay?” You meant to lie but instead the truth came out.

“No.” Tears welled in your eyes as a shiver went down your spine.

“Get in honey.” you walked to the other side of the car and hoped in.

“I’m Jody Mills. What’s your name?”

“Y/N.” She nodded. Do you need me to drive you somewhere?”

“I can’t go home.” Seeing your mistake you tried to make it sound less like you were an easy target. Jody must have seen the look on your face.

“Hey it’ s ok I’m a sheriff. You aren't in danger.” she opened the center console and pulled out a badge. “Why are you hitch hiking?”

“My mom told me to kill myself so I ran. Don’t take me back there i’ll just run again.” She nodded. Obviously seeing your fear.

“Okay but I got two of my own girls at home and I wouldn’t want them to be roaming waiting to get abducted so you are coming home with me. You can sleep in the guest room. If you steal anything though I will arrest you. Got it?” You nodded.

“It’s about 15 minutes away from here. When we get home i’ll get you some clean pajamas and if you want you can take a shower. How long have you been out here anyways?”

“I think I left around ten.”

“Geez kid it’s two in the morning.”

“Oh.. I walked awhile then.”

“Yeah you did.”

The car slowly goes forward and you buckle in. The radio was on and Jody was tapping the steeling wheel. Sleep was heavy in your eyes and body but you just couldn’t let go. As you pull into the driveway there was a truck with big letters saying sheriff on it and another car. A bit older but still drivable.

“Comm on.” You slid out of the car every movement wanting to just lay down and sleep. Jody unlocks the door and lets you in first.

In the couch was a girl with blonde hair watching a movie.

“Who are you?”

“Claire. This is Y/N. She is staying with us tonight.” She just nods excepting the fact there is a random person in her living room.

“I’ll get you some clothes the bathroom is down the hall you will see it.” You head down to the bathroom and stare in the mirror. Your eyes are red and puffy, your hair stringy and greasy. You were damp from mist and sweat. Jody knocks on the door and hands you a stack of clothes.

“I have some dinner on the table for you shower and come on out to the kitchen.”

“Hey uh thanks. For uh not kidnapping me.”

“Well your welcome but if I ever see you doing that again I’ll take myself out of the equation and get the cops involved.” She said it with a smile and shut the door.

While in the shower the warm water washed away the sweat and chill from your skin and got the dirt from hair. The raw memory was fresh. Not easing from your mind, not going anywhere. It was haunting you and there was nothing you could do.

“Hey Y/N. You ok?” When Jody knocked it snapped you out of your trance.

“Yeah be out in a minute.” You turned the water off and scrambled to get the pajamas on. As you walk to the kitchen Claire is no longer on the couch and the tv is off. Jody sits alone at the table and was eating. She to was in pajamas. You sat down next to her and started eating. The more you ate the warmer you felt. Not physically but like you were safe. Not happy but content.

“So I will wash your clothes tonight and you can sleep in the guest room but what is the plan for tomorrow?”

“The plan?”

“Yes the plan. Are you going to run again or are you going to stay. Those girls, I adopted so I wouldn’t mind you stayin too but you got to let me know.”

“I mean..”

“Are you still in high school?” You nodded.

“Okay well how bought you stay here until you graduate and go to college?” Before any words could leave your mouth. She nodded like she made her mind up.

“Okay. So it’s settled.” Jody picked up your plate and put it in the sink.

“Go on get to bed. I’m the morning we will go and sign you up for school.” You rose from your chair not really knowing what just happened.

The room was plain and had not much in it. A dresser a closet and a bed. It was good enough for you. You laid on the plush bed and fell into a coma like sleep immediately.

HEYY OKAY SO THIS IS PART ONE!

might make it into a short series...