#she may not be a good microwave but boy oh boy is she good at making high pitched beeping
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Weirdest looking microwave I've ever seen.
#cat#her name is Nina#she may not be a good microwave but boy oh boy is she good at making high pitched beeping#she meows in lower case#she normally isn't one for boxes or any conventional or normal cat toy#so I was pretty surprised to see she'd been sitting in the box
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Monthly Pity Party (Supernatural One-Shot)
Team Free Will x AFAB!GN!Reader / requests are open
Summary: Your cramps are kicking your ass this month, though you do wish the boys would quit throwing pity parties for you.
Fic type: period comfort
SPN: @wereallbrokenangels (send an ask to be added to a tag list!)
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"I think I might actually die, like, for real," you groaned, rubbing at your forehead irritably. "I mean- if we ever do find the bastard, I'd like to ask why he or she or they said 'fuck you in particular' to people with vaginas and uteri and all that bullshit."
"Yes, it's not something I was able to fully understand from his plans," Castiel replied, seeming to only be half listening. Your hand shot to your lower belly, breath sucking sharply between your teeth. "Though it does serve a purpose... if... that may provide some comfort to you."
"You know," you groaned, resisting the urge to curl yourself into a ball and pass away on the spot. "It really doesn't, Cas."
Sam stood from his favourite spot at the table, picked your socked feet off the end of the lounge and sat down again while pulling them into his lap. You gave the gentle giant a soft yet strained smile and he squeezed your left foot to show he was listening.
"Dean will be back soon," he said by way of comfort. You were also pretty sure it was a diversion to nip your conversation with Castiel in the bud before it got too heated or too existential. You had a habit of doing that during your time of the month.
Speaking of- the sound of the bunker door closing heralded the arrival of beers for the boys and treats for you. Special treats that you only really reserved for that horrendous week once a month where you weren't able to hunt half the things on your to-get list, or even sometimes able to stay awake for longer than three hours.
"All right," came Dean's voice from around the corner. "Party time. I've got the goods. Beer, pie, skittles, and... all the other crap you asked for." He placed the two bags of groceries and goodies onto the coffee table before gesturing for you to move so he could settle down on the couch with you.
You made space for him and then he patted his lap for you to lay back down again. You settled your head down in his lap as he used his arm to screw the lid of his beer off and chucked the metal disc onto the table.
"Oh Cas, I forgot to heat the thing up," Dean mumbled, giving you an apologetic squeeze on the shoulder before pointing to your homemade wheat bag. "Be a good Angel and do the thing?"
Castiel picked up the wheat bag and disappeared into the kitchen. Hopefully after his stint as a human, he'd know how to use the microwave to heat it up properly. Honestly though, if your skin was able to withstand it, you'd love the direct heat of the sun over your cramps.
Dean leaned forward, grabbed one more beer from the table and passed it to his brother who thanked him quietly. Then he passed you the bag of skittles and watched you rip the thing open and shove a handful into your mouth with a moan of relief that bordered on pornographic.
"I don't know how you eat those," Dean said sceptically. You chewed on the lollies a few more times before swallowing.
"They taste good," you replied as if that was a good enough answer to it all. "And shut up, I've seen some of the stuff you've shoved down your gullet."
"Shut up, Sam-" Dean quipped as Sam snorted out a laugh at your signature bantering. "But fair point."
You let out another hiss as your cramp amped it up once again. Your voice evened out into a rather pained and elongated word not fit for young ears and Dean's brows furrowed in concern.
"Dean, you get like this every month. It's just a few days of discomfort- and if Cas wasn't so wiped right now, he'd make it all go away for me. It's nothing I can't handle. Promise."
Dean took a moody sip of his beer and rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, well, I don't have to like it, all right?"
You were saved from having to put too much thought into your response as Cas reappeared from the kitchen, wheat bag in hand. He handed it to you and you placed it over your abdomen. Instantly the heat began soaking through your skin to ease the ache beneath.
"I'm sorry I can't heal you in my current state," Castiel apologised before sitting down stiffly in the single-seater armchair. You sighed, chowing down on a couple more lollies.
"Look guys," you said, pulling your head and feet out of the Winchesters' laps and sitting up. You pressed the heat pack against your abdomen and leaned back against the couch. "I know you all mean well, but it's just a period. You don't have to pity me. I'll be all right after some Advil and some comfort food. A snuggle or two wouldn't hurt either. But I'm not going to have any more of these pitiful apologies and concerned looks."
The three of them looked at each other and then back at you again. Dean and Sam both took a swig and nodded respectfully.
"Sure thing," Sam replied with one of those blink-and-you-miss-it acknowledging smiles.
"Uh-huh," was Dean's answering reply. You knew what that meant. He'd humour you for a day or two and be right back at his usual schtick. But that was fine. You kinda liked it when he was just a little worried over you.
"Right then," you said decisively, giving Castiel a very pointed look. "I'm going to lay back down and we're all going to watch a movie. I am going to grumble about my cramps and we're all going to have a great time, yes? Good."
"Yes dear," Dean reached for the remote for the television. "Now- Cas, I know better than to ask our menstruating friend here what we're gonna watch so- your pick."
#team free will#team free will x reader#dean winchester x reader#sam winchester x reader#castiel x reader#dean x cas x sam x reader#supernatural fic#supernatural fanfic#supernatural fanfiction#spn fic#spn fanfic#spn fanfiction#spn x reader#supernatural x reader#im on my period and it sucks for real#i did my best here sorry all#spn one shot#supernatural one shot
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Okay, so hear me out, it's always the jealousy imagines that are out there, but what about an imagine where a girl in the medical team or something keeps flirting with neymar and it has been going on for months or something, even tho he is married (to y/n or oc) and he always just never replies cause like, lady there is a ring on my finger, so she just assumes that he is okay with it and never tells his wife, and during a practice or something y/n decided to visit neymar on the way home and she sees that girl and tells her to stop flirting with her husband and the girl is all smug like "are you afraid he's gonna leave you for me" and y/n's like "no, I'm tired of convincing him to not tell your boss to fire you"
I got the idea from this writing prompt, so if you could please add the link in the fic, thank youu ♥️♥️
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A simple story
Tw: grammar, people tryna link up
Y/n pov?
It's been an exact year since Neymar proposed to me our relationship has been quite healthy only arumgemts that lasted a few days but we worked it out and Davi hated to see us in disputes I didn't let our little arumgemts to tare us apart of make Davi feel uncomfortable with me in anyway
His family loved me and brought me in like I was a blood he's sister especially loved me the most she treated me like a real sister
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Time skip rn
I woke up to Neymar not in bed but I heard noise's in the kitchen
I got out of bed went to the bathroom to wash my face to get my up
I got out of our room and saw Neymar was cooking for the both of us(you and Davi)
"Chef Neymar what are you making today? You said going to kiss him on the check
"F/F for one of the most important people in my life' he said to you with is casual smile
"Why don't I take over? You might be late for practice" you said to him trying to take the pan
"Fuck I forgot about practice thank you meu amor" he said letting go of the pan and quickly going upstairs
You laughed at him and quickly went to the stove to handle what he was cooking
"How does he forget a whole job just for cooking" I mumbled to myself and continuing to finishing what he was making
"Y/n what are you making" you saw a little boy call out to you, it was Davi
"Oh good morning sweetheart, I'm just finishing what your father was making, "F/F" he said out loud looking at what I was cooking
"Yep, do you like F/F?' I said to him
"I do, is it ready?" He asked me happily
"Yes it is may you go get me plate"
"Of course Y/n" he said rushing to get 3 plates for all of us"
As Davi got the plates and began to place them on the table. I dished for all of us
"There you go love" I said giving Davi the plate "Thank you Y/n" he said going to the TV room to watch his shows while eating
"No problem buddy" I said while a smile on my face
As I covered the two other dishes to go upstairs and check up on Neymar
When you opened the door to your and his shared bedroom you both bumped into each other
'Im sorry you apologized" as he did the same
"Foods ready, Come eat before you go" you said to him with a smile
'Thank you Meu amor"
As you both went down stairs you have Neymar his dish and put yours in the microwave
"You're not eating now?" Neymar said to you in confusion "I'll eat later I'm not that hunger
You said quickly going upstairs to take a shower and get ready
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"Okay, your still here goodbye tho my love" you said giving him a hug around his neck
Neymar got up from his seat getting ready to go to the car when you stopped him
"Where's Davis baby sitter?, You can't leave him, and I'm about to leave for grocerie shopping? alone security isn't enough"
You said to Neymar leaning in the kitchen table
"Oh yeah she'll be here at around 7am "
"Don't worry" he said as he Heard the baby sitter at the door with a knock
"Hello Mr and Mrs I'm sorry I'm a bit early"
"No problem I'll leave the rules at the table call if anything goes wrong byee" Neymar said quickly taking his kit and rushing outside
"Bye Sweetheart" you said to him leaving
"Bye papa" Davi waved to him
You were getting ready to leave and buy groceries for everyone, and maybe buy something for yourself"
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Neymar arrived at the Psg training private era
As Neymar Parked the car and both of you got out
"Finally you made it" Kylian said to him
"Rin has been nagging us to when you were coming, she's so annoying"
"She still hasn't stopped be so clingy to me? That's getting tiring' Neymar said with a sigh
"Have you told Y/n about her?" Kylian
Questioned
"Nah I don't wanna worry her to much about"
"Alright man wish you best of luck" kylisn said they both walked to the training yard
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"Oh my God, Neymar there you are" Rin yelled running to hug Neymar
"I thought you got hurt, never scare me like that"
"I'm fine Rin, and get off me... please" Neymar said in an annoyed tone
"Hey Ney, let's warm up"
"I have to stay with you, imagine you get hurt I could help you, Ney pleaseeeee" Rin cried out to Neymars shoulders "Yea sure whatever"
"Thank youuu Querido" Rin said taking of her jacket
"I'm sorry for not wearing something pleasant or sporty today to maybe help you guys train" Rin said trying to get Neymar's attention
"Wow a doctor wants to work with the team" Neymar said sarcastically
"Okay let's go Neyyy" Rin said going to catch up with Neymar
"On my I don't think I can run anymore I'll go sit down Ney" Rin said with her breath hitching
"Wait may I wear I shirt of yours mine looks a bit to reavling if you mind"
She wined to him
"Will you leave me alone? Then yeah whatever"
"Thank you♡" Rin said walking off to get Neymar's bag and Change as she sniffed the shirt and mumbled to herself
"God your perfect"
I walked out of the changing room just to see a random female sitting and where Neymar's seat was
I walked over slowly to her trying to Guess who she was
"Oh hello Ma'am, are you medical team or something?"
"Oh no, I just came back from somewhere and decided to visit someone"
"And that shirt looks like I've seen it who's is it?" Y/n questioned
"The Neymar jùnior let me wear it" Rin said confidently
"He did? Oh Alright" Y/n said tensely
"What's wrong?"Rin was cut of by Neymar walking by to say give you a hello and and a peck on the check he didn't know you we're coming to visit him
"Oh, your the 'Y/n' huh?"
"Yea, if i may ask how do you know me?" You asked her
"Me and Ney are close thanks to this job so he's been acting like he weird for someone named Y/n, and that's you"
"You're an imbosel going after married men" Y/n said blanky
"Why scared I'll take him from you keep thinking that, we all know it's true"
"No, I'm thinking why hasn't we report you and Leave you in fucking bloody hell, it's a real pity your parents aren't child free you know?"
"Someone's scared I'll take him huh? How cute, that ring on a finger cna always be taken off reminder!"
"And sueing can always be free you know that"
"I feel unwanted by you Y/n so I'll leave bye honet!" Rin Said leaving you pissed already
Later during the day
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Narrator pov
Neymar got injured by his ankle so the medical team had to take a inspection though his whole leg to make sure he was fine
You got a little bit worried from seeing his face in complete pain
"You guys can head out I'll take a look at him" Rin said after they placed him down
"Okay Ma'am" the two doctors lead out of the room leaving you alone with Neymar
"Are you okay Ney, don't worry I'll take care of you♡" Rin said with a glowing smile on her face
"It's just my ankle Rin, Nothing that serious" He argued
"Your a very key player Ney, everything's important you have to take of your shirt for testing"
A sudden knock played out to the door
Sigh "Come in Rin answered annoyed by seeing your figure at the door
"I just came to check if he was okay?'
"Y/n, don't worry I'm fine just an ankle problem'
"You know you're distracting me from working on Him'
"Apologies I'm advance we just really have to go"
"Oh then you'll have to wait... Outside.
"No problem, I just need the key's from his bag"
You quickly grabbed his bag and lead out"
"Okay she's gone now, Shirt off examination time"
Examination over bc I don't know what they do.
"All done, Visit me every morning to check perfectly tho"
"Uh alright thanks"
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"Are you Alright?" You quickly got out of your seat
"Yeah Rin ran some useless Tests but I'm all fine okay?"
"That's great to hear let's go home Davi's babysitter is about to leave
"Wait Ney" You both heard Rin call out
"Your shirt silly how'd you forget? I'll go change quickly"
Rin Changed and gave him back his shirt
"Thank you for leading it to me"
"Yea No problem" You watched the two blanky just walking out of the era and waiting at the car
"Hey Y/n wait up!" Neymar said quickly catching up with you
"What's up with that girl, and getting so close with you?" You questioned getting into the car as he did the same
"Who Rin?, I don't know she's been like that since she got hired"
"And you're not reporting to her boss?"
"I didn't think about it like it doesn't mean I like her"
"Yea but still, she already on my nerves" you said looking out the window as he drove back home
"Look if it makes you feel any better Meu amor, I'll talk to her boss about it Tomorrow"
You remained silent and just simply nodded to his action
The whole trip was silent you didn't want to talk to him thinking he had been okay with her busy flirting with him
You both got home and Davi rushed to hug his father's leg
"hey buddy missed me?" He crouched down to give him a hug too
As soon as you walked into the house Davi slide away from his father's hug to come hug you
"Hey there Davi, how are you" you questioned him and he simply have you a smile
Neymar stood back to his normal height and held your wrists making making you worried
All Davi did was go back to watching TV
You both went upstairs he went to take a shower and you were getting the bed ready
You saw as He got out of the bathroom with his pajamas on
"Y/n do you wanna talk?" He's face seeming worried and guilty
"He sat at the edge of the bed and you were standing Infront of him
"Look Y/n, I'll report her as soon as Tomorrow"
"Why didn't you sooner" you exclaimed
"Because I never really payed much attention to her, I have you"
"That doesn't make it better but I shouldn't be mad or jealous over small stuff I'm sorry"
"It's okay I'm sorry too, are we good?"
"Yeah we're good" you said with a smile Carling up your face
"I see that smile, Come on let's go make dinner" he said getting up and holding your hand
You and Neymar made dinner for You,Him and Davi as soon as you were all done eating you washed the plates and had to take Davi to bed and you both Also went to your shared bedroom
"I think I gonna sleep now good night my love"
You said resting your head on his chest as he switched off the lights and wished you a goodnight
Morning came and Neymar left early then usual even Davi was still asleep you decide to take a bath and get something ready to eat you woke up Davi and he quickly too a shower you gave him he's food and both you headed out of the house
"Y/n am I also coming to see dad?" Davi questioned in the back seat while you were driving
"Yep, I just need to also give him his food is that Alright?"
Davi just nodded going back to play with his iPad
You both reached The psg era you got out of the car and opened Davis door to unbuckle his safety belt
He got out of the car holding your hand but still glued to his device
You walk past to see Rin with a box of medical supplies with her and a fuming expression on her face
"This is all your fault you fucking cunt, don't worry none of this is over be warned."
She said fo you storminess out of the Psg era
"Oh she's fired" you mumbled
You and Davi both Walked out of the era looking for Neymar as you found him coming out of an office room
"I see she's fired, here's you lunch to by the way" you said with a closed eye smile
"Yeah she's fired and there isn't practice today so we can have a whole free day!"
"That's perfect we can finally have a night together" you excitedly
Narrator pov
Neymar decided to leave now as he wanted to spend most of the day with you both of you left psg's training era and decided to relax most of th day and go out at around night time
Davi was already asleep in the car drive so he decided to put him in bed and let him sleep
As you both got home you felt a weight getting lifted from you
"Love, do you think we can get take out today I don't feel like cooking today?"
"Of course, you don't always have to cook Meu Amor"
"I know Davi's already fast asleep so I thought you might be hunger"
"Don't worry about it, let's just get ready"
Neymar ended the conversation with a slight peck on the check
You went into your closet to find a dress/suit to wear
(I don't want to pick for you bc it's Y/n u🤷)
As soon as you found your outfit for you a night with your husband he already had gotten ready before you finished, he was already waiting for for you downstairs you went down as a rush
"You look beautiful as always" Neymar complicated you
"Thank you and you look handsome as always" You complicated him back
"Ready to leave?" "Yep let's head off"
Neymar went to lock Davi's door and the house you waited in the car for him busy scrolling on your phone
As he opened th car door and entered "Alrighty then let's head off"
"You still haven't said where we were going too you know?"
"It's a surprise that's why" he said rolling his eyes
As you just continued scrolling through your phone
You both finally arrived at your detention and you were shocked to see "A club?" You questioned
"No a club I helped you in"
"Oh yeah, but if there's paparazzi following us I'm out"
"There won't I promise" he laughed at you word's
"Alright let's go"
You both went Into the club era trying your best not to be spotted and go to a private line at the party
Just after a few minutes you saw bright flashes and some recorded phones around Neymar
"Are you both official?"
"Neymar you've moved on from bruna?'
"How does it feel being in a relationship with one of the best football players?"
You quickly ran away from them holding Neymar wrists
You both hide under the table and sneaked Into the car
You heard Neymar suddenly laugh
"Oh my GOD what a day" he said in between his laugh's
"Just drive"
"Alright" he said teary from laughing
You both went home you were pissed paparazzi ruined you day with him but he made it up to you by watching a movie and cuddling with each other
End.
LMFAO correct any mistake I wrote this at 2am I'm literally dying ong
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I wanna kms I don't know if I'm doing this right I'm usually a Wattpad writer and write w parts so ion about here btw gimme request's
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More ROTTMNT headcanons: emotional whiplash part two electric boogaloo
Leo jokingly calls Donnie his better half
Donnie calls Leo his worse half without a hint of sarcasm
Leo calls his worst enemies “bestie”
During a fight he’ll say some stupid shit like “hey bestie could you back up a little bit I can smell your nasty ass breath”
If they’re driving the tank and someone is on their ass (kind of hard to keep some distance between yourself and a tank that takes up four lanes but who cares)
He will use the megaphone (cause yes he did force Donnie to install a megaphone (they stole it from a cop car)) and say “hey I know we’re besties but that doesn’t mean you need to ride my ass okay? Love you bye!”
He also calls everyone babe (platonically of course)
He’ll walk into Donnie’s room and go “hey babe sorry to inform you but I may or may not have destroyed the microwave”
And then he’ll run for his life
Raph heard one person from the south say “oh bless her heart” (if you know you know) and then it became a permanent part of his vocabulary
He even does the little accent and everything it’s hilarious
Raph calls everyone Kid
Even April and Splinter
April calls people “sweetie” or “hunny” when she’s fucking furious
Whenever the boys hear those nicknames to run for the hills
Whenever Donnie wants to get someone’s attention quickly he calls them Bub
He’ll run into his sibling's rooms and yell “BUB COME SEE THIS” (because their nicknames are just too long (I type without a hint of sarcasm))
Mikey calls everyone Love
He’ll walk into a room and go “hey love” and everyone says hey back
It’s his own little way of saying y’all without having to say y’all (he refuses to say it and no one knows why)
When the boys were younger Raph didn’t have a good handle on his anger which would lead to him lashing out
And he used to get into massive screaming matches with Splinter
Sometimes the arguments were quiet and about stupid shit like how Splinter couldn’t cook and would only feed them junk food
And then there were the massive fights where Raph would scream at Splinter until he was blue in the face about how he couldn’t raise three boys when Splinter never raised him
During the small fights, the twins would take Mikey to another room
Donnie would let Mikey borrow his noise-canceling headphones
And Leo would try and play charades to pass the time and distract him until the argument was over
During the bigger fights, the twins would take him on a walk through the sewers
Donnie would try and teach Mikey some escape routes just in case of an emergency
And Leo would show Mikey all of the cool hiding spaces he found
Until Raph went and got them (cause lets face it Leo’s hiding spaces weren't that great)
After season two Raph and Leo started getting into massive screaming matches
And Donnie had to distract Mikey alone
He eventually made Mikey a pair of noise-canceling headphones cause hearing the older two fight was painful
And when the screaming match was over Leo would find them huddled together in his room
When the argument was about something stupid he would mess around and try to distract the younger two
But when the fights were bad and someone crossed a line Leo would walk into his room see the boys and break down
The first time this happened they didn’t know what to do because Leo never cries in front of them
And he was an inconsolable mess rambling about how he’s so sorry that they have to go through this again because of him
And they would forgive him immediately and cuddle him until the sobbing stopped
After a while, Raph would find them and apologize and join the little cuddle pile
Cause that’s what brothers do
#rottmnt#rise of the tmnt#Rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#save rottmnt#rottmnt headcanons#rottmnt leo#rottmnt raph#rottmnt mikey#rottmnt donnie#disaster twins
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I’m back because of my most recent hyperfixation!! *cough* Punkflower *cough*
During their annual “Summer Sleepover”, Nobody expected to find Miles, a boy with amnesia and a secret that goes deeper than just running away from home.
Hobie, Gwen, and Pav are going to help him solve this mystery by whatever means possible… Even if that means adopting the kid into their friend group by default.
“I never said I don’t know what a microwave is.” Miles rolled his eyes, crossing his arms in annoyance. “I may have amnesia but I'm pretty sure I didn't live under a rock!”
“Or inside of a spaceship?” Pav popped out of nowhere, a glazed donut fit snugly between his lips.
“Or that.” Miles hissed
Everyone could feel the moment the power shut off.
It was impossible to miss.
Without light, the city was pitch black. Loud machines which acted as a sort of substitute for white noise in people's homes suddenly fell silent. And if, for some strange reason, you were still left unaware of the power outage? You wouldn’t be for long. The resounding rumble that you would feel in your bones? The static shock that traveled all the way from your torso to your chest? That would have been a good enough clue that something was not right.
Though the power outage wasn’t such a strange occurrence to send panic into the hearts of the citizens of New York, it was still a large enough nuisance for the groans of every breathing soul in the city to be heard.
Including the groan of a large man standing atop a pile of rubble. Rubble which showed the remains of a once tall standing building. The man chuckled to himself, the wide frame of his body shaking from the movement. He threw his head up towards the sky as his laugh grew louder and the few people who managed to survive the explosion looked at one another in worry.
After a nudge from her coworker, a small woman bit her lip and began to speak up. “Uhm-”
The man grunted, holding up a fist and signaling silence. He scanned the small crowd of injured researchers and quirked his lips up into an evil grin.
“Find him.” was all he said. Though it was less of a request and more so an order. A promise of unfortunate circumstances if they were to fail. The scientists secured their jackets and scurried out of the damage in a hurry.
They had a lot of work to do.
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Hobie Brown kicked at his Air Con unit with his heavy black combat boots. The red shoelace flung itself through the air as his kicks grew more aggressive.
“Hobie, My guy.” Pavitr Prahakar walked over to his friend, throwing a casual arm around his shoulder. “I do not think kicking the AC is gonna fix it.”
“He’s right.” Gwen Stacy paused the game she was playing on her Nintendo Switch, placing it on the couch and giving her other two friends a look that screamed are you serious?
“I think you might have broken it.”
“Oh, man!” Pav giggled to himself as he squatted down, observing the machine and the large dent in the middle of it. “Bro you totally broke it!”
“Whatever.” Hobie rolled his eyes, throwing his long limbs over the arm of the couch, and laid his head down on Gwen's lap. “Like you know anything…”
She rolled her eyes and flicked his forehead good-naturedly. “Don’t pout you big baby. I’m sure we can deal with the heat just fine.”
“I don’t know about that…” Pav slumped his body over the couch, staring down at the two with a gleam in his eye. “Maybe we oughta cool off in a different way….”
Gwen froze, a slow smile working its way onto her cheeks. Hobie managed to quirk his lips up into a smirk, flinging himself off of the couch with little effort.
“There we go Pav,” He smoothly threw on his ripped jean jacket and stomped his way over to the window. “Looks like you know something after all.”
Gwen pumped her fists and cheered, running into Hobie’s room excitedly. “I call Hobs’ sweater!”
“Awwee” Pav whined, throwing his own hand-knitted jacket over his shoulders. “You always get the sweater when it is my turn!”
“Neither of you runts should make a habit out of nabbing my jumpers!” Hobie yelled, twirling his house keys around a finger. “Now let's go! I can feel myself boiling.”
The three left through the window and unto the fire escape.
“It’s not even that hot.” Gwen rolled her eyes, leisurely strolling down the stairs of her friend's apartment complex.
Pav grinned. “She’s right, Hobie. Maybe you're finally suffering from wearing so many layers!”
“What a silly way to say you’re jealous of my style.” Hobie shook his head endearingly before jumping onto the railing. He hung off of it with one arm, pointing to the two of his friends with the other.
“First one to the top of that building?” He moved his hand until it pointed to the apartment directly across the street. “Wins!” And with that, he flipped off and landed on someone else's Air Con unit.
“Not fair!” Gwen laughed, she and Pav fought their way toward Hobie.
While instinct tells the onlookers from below to be alarmed, they are anything but. Not only do they have little time to care about the well-being of other people, but these kids have made a habit out of jumping across buildings in competition. The three were regularly caught grinding rails of buildings several feet off the ground.
They found a sort of freedom in this. Jumping from building to building. Challenging each other to ‘who can do the most backflips.’ The tops of buildings in New York City were like homes away from home. Every teenager feels the need to escape the stresses of their everyday lives. These three just have an unusual means of escape.
“You think that’s cool?” Pav jumped around, dismissing the way Gwen had managed to land on her pointed toes. “Watch this!”
The boy sprinted off of the roof they were on, flipping onto the next and landing on his hands. He spun himself around as if he were a hip-hop dancer and finished, sitting in the full-on splits.
“Holy shit!” Hobie cheered, crossing the cavern over to the roof Pav was now on. “That was absolutely insane, Man!” The taller boy gripped his friend's shoulder, shaking him in excitement.
“Stop one upping me Pav.” Gwen rolled her eyes and strolled her way over to the others. “I’m trying to impress Hobie.”
“Ain’t no need for that Gwendy!” Hobie ruffled her hair and shoved her aside. “The both of yous are plenty talented on your own. Caring about my opinion is playing into that fascist mindset!”
“Right!” Pav agreed. “Just because I’m currently beating you by 2 points, doesn't mean you can’t also be second best,”
Gwen gestured towards Pav with a gobsmacked expression. “Hobie!?”
“Ain’t nothing wrong with a bit of friendly competition either!” Hobie chuckled, jumping onto the wall and sliding onto the next rooftop.
“Let's see…” He hummed while the other two followed close behind. The boy scanned the area stroking his chin in thought.
He snapped his fingers. “That's it!”
“What’s it?” Pav breathed into his ear.
“I’ve got the perfect way to settle our score.” He replied, holding Pav's head away as the other boy struggled.
Gwen hummed. “The parking lot?”
“Looks pretty empty don’t it?”
Pav finally managed to escape his friend's grip. “Maybe too empty.” He voiced and squinted down at the dark parking lot, the only light in the middle of it flickered ominously. “Usually in the books, we’d refer to this situation as a ‘Death Flag’”
“Relax, Bro” Hobie slung his arm around his two friends' shoulders, squeezing them to his side. “Whoever wins gets to keep my jumper.”
The other two froze, their eyes glinting at the challenge.
“Oh, you’re so on!”
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While the competition was all fun and games, Pav’s heart rate was about to make things anything but.
His anxious feelings about this place were rewarded with terrifying sounds and moving shadows. The lamp in the middle of the lot flickered again sending his eyes darting towards what he thought was someone limping in the corner.
What was that burning smell? Why was this parking lot abandoned? There were too many important questions and Pav did not have enough patience to figure them all out!
“You know what? I don’t need that sweater immediately! Maybe we can continue this challenge in some other, not-so-creepy parking lot!”
“Chill out Pav we’re fine!” Gwen ignored him, cartwheeling down a slanted slab of concrete. A loud banging noise was released from the concrete once she landed.
Pav shrieked. “Preferably when the sun is out!”
Hobie sighed, nudging Gwen comfortingly. “Pav’s right, we should go.”
“But-”
“Gwendy it’s still a sleepover. We’ve got plenty of popcorn and shitty cartoons to keep ourselves occupied at my place.”
Gwen signed in defeat, tapping her foot in annoyance. “Fine. But cartoons are my pick!” She turned towards the way they entered. “C’mon Pav, you win.”
Instead of the predicted, “Thank you!” As she had expected, they were instead met with silence. Hobie and Gwen shared a worried look.
“Pav?” Hobie walked towards his friend who stood stalk still. The boy was pointing into the darkness and exhaling a silent scream that sounded more like a wheeze than anything.
“What's…” He froze, finally noticing what Pav was pointing at.
He made eye contact with another boy. One he has never seen before. A boy who definitely hadn’t been there a few seconds ago.
“What the hell…” Gwen whispered.
The boy pulled his attention away from Pav as he noticed the other two. His eyes widened.
“Hey man, you feeling alright?” Hobie was making his way toward the disgruntled stranger, tilting his head in concern. “You don’t look too hot-”
The boy flinched back, fidgeting with the sleeves of his torn jacket. He seemed to be debating with himself on whether or not he should put his fists up and fight. This kid looked like an absolute mess.
“It’s alright.” Hobie soothed, taking slower and lighter steps towards him. The boy's chest that was once rising and falling in a panic seemed to calm down once he realized the others meant no harm. Hobie couldn’t help but compare him to a deer caught in headlights.
The boy's voice cracked as he asked. “Who-who are you?”
“That’s what we wanna know.”
“I don’t-” The boy's eyes shot back and forth as he scanned over Hobie and his friends. Gwen began to tiptoe towards Hobie with Pav clinging onto her arm like a lifeline.
“Miles.”
“Alright, Miles.” Hobie tested out the name on his tongue. “The name’s Hobie. These are my mates-”
“I’m Gwen” She sent the boy a reassuring smile and he seemed to relax even more.
“P-pav!” Their youngest friend squeaked, still hidden behind Gwen.
Hobie clicked his teeth. “Get from behind her Pav. He’s probably more scared of you than you are of him.”
“And so are spiders apparently!” Pav hissed.
“No it’s fine…” Miles tried to speak.
“Yeah, well, spiders have probably been through a lot and they just wanna sleep somewhere with a warm bed!” Gwen chimed in.
Hobie stared at her in disbelief. “Hold on, are you offering my apartment!?”
“Or!” Pav pulled on Gwen's arm angrily. “These spiders were sent down from outer space to collect data about our race and lay eggs in our mothers!”
“This spider’s been reading too much sci-fi!” Gwen flicked his forehead in annoyance.
“This spider is still stuck on why his apartment is suddenly up for sale!” Hobie added through gritted teeth.
“This spider just figured that since the other spider hated cops so much, there was really only one option!”
“Well, this spider would have loved it if you had asked his opinion beforehand!”
“This spider was getting to that-!”
“This spider loves his Maya Aunti too much to let some spider plant eggs in her!-”
“This spider thinks you took too long to “get to that”!-”
“Hobie spider should stop pulling my hair!”
“Well, Gwendy! Maybe Pav Spider should stop rattling on about alien egg babies!”
“Maybe Pav Spider is onto something!-”
“Can we please stop referring to each other as spiders!” Miles yelled, holding his hands out in panic.
The three, mid-fight, turned to look at him in shock as the lamp flickered on and off.
“You guys are weird!” He pointed out.
“Right…” Hobie cleared his throat, detangling himself from the mess of limbs they’d somehow become.
Gwen cleared her throat even louder, gesturing towards a jittery Miles.
“I-” Hobbies eye flicked from Miles to Gwen. From the stern tapping of her feet to Miles’ charred Jordans…. The decision Hobie had to make was clear. His conscience wouldn’t allow him to say no.
“Where’d you come from?” Hobie had to ask, walking closer to this Miles fellow. Miles shrunk against his intense gaze, his eyes darting toward every piercing on his face.
“I… don’t know.” Miles looked away, confused. His breathing picked up again as his hands clutched the hair on his head. “I don't- I can't remember where I…”
Miles was panicking now, his expression looked far away.
“Hey Bro, it’s okay.” Hobie didn’t know when Pav had gotten so close, but he couldn't be more thankful for that fact.
Pavitr laid a comforting hand on Miles’ back, rubbing gentle circles as he spoke. “You don’t gotta know right now. What’s important is that we get you some food, water, and a place to sleep. Yeah?”
He looked at Hobie when he said that and the boy clicked his teeth. Like that wasn’t already obvious.
Miles looked at Pav like he was an angel sent to Earth. “Yeah. You’re right man, sorry ‘bout that.”
“No worries.” Hobie smiles, crossing his arms. “But we had better catch the bus before they stop running.”
“Thank god!” Gwen smiled wide, punching Hobie in the arm good-naturedly. “The bad boy act doesn't suit you at all.”
The four teens walked towards the nearest bus stop, Pav’s arm hung around Miles while he talked his ears off about aliens.
“Who said I was trying to be bad?” Hobie did not pout while he rubbed his now sore arm. “I am whatever the hell I say I am!”
“Sure.” Gwen chuckled. “My bad.”
Part 2
#spider punk#hobie brown#atsv hobie#punkflower#hobie is 16#miles x hobie#across the spiderverse#miles morales#gwen stacy#pavitr prabhakar#gwen and hobie are besties#I forgot how to write romance...#punkflower fanfic
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Karma is a... Barbie Premiere (2/2)
In part two, we learn a little more about Dr. Eva Mendoza, (a new OC in my Tobias & Casey world. An Introduction), and find out about her and Etahn's rocky start. Now that Tobias & Casey have them calling a truce, what does the future hold? 💄💗💋
I changed this a little because I'm going to see Barbie tomorrow. I didn't feel right commenting on the movie prior to seeing it. But, if I feel it's helpful to the story, I'll write a drabble about the conversation the four of them have over drinks after. :)
Karma is a Barbie Premier - Part 1
Book: Open Heart (Post Series)
Pairings: Tobias Carrick x F!MC (Casey)
Ethan Ramsey x F!OC (Eva) - Maybe?
Rating: Teen
Words: 2,300
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Karma is a Barbie Premier - Part 1
A few days later at work.
The morning was busier than usual at Edenbrook, something most appreciated. Being busy was better than being idle. It made the day go faster, and lunchtime arrived before they knew it. The diagnostic team members on duty headed to the office for a working lunch.
After discussing current cases and determining a few new ones to bring in, they had fifteen minutes to spare. Tobias threw his feet on the desk with a yawn, and Casey rushed to put her food in the microwave, but Ethan started for the door.
“Woah, woah, woah!” Tobias called after him. “Where are you going?”
“It’s a hospital, Tobias. I’m going back to work.”
“Not for fifteen minutes, you’re not. Sit down and eat... and don’t tell me you had a smoothie. That doesn’t count as lunch.”
“It does if it contains spinach.”
“Ethan,” Tobias said, putting half his pot roast on a plate for Ethan. “You really need to live a little.”
Ethan turned to Casey for support, but she just shrugged.
“Don’t look at me. I agree. Take a few minutes to eat.”
Ethan sat down with a heavy sigh and started shoveling the delicious food into his mouth. Tobias and Casey had the right idea, though he wasn’t going to admit it.
“See,” Tobias teased, seeing the smile on his friend’s face. “This is why I’m here... to make sure you enjoy life a little.”
“Oh, that’s your reason for existence?” Ethan shot back. “Not your wife, your daughter, not even your career, but to be a persistent pain in my ass.”
“Hey, the others may be more important, but the last one has longevity. I’m not letting it go.”
“Oy, boy...” Ethan grumbled, noticing Casey had stopped eating. “Hey, are you done?” He asked.
“Sure am. Want the rest of mine?”
“If you’re not going to eat it...” he said, pulling her plate in his direction.
“It’s almost as good as a spinach smoothie,” Tobias chuckled.
“Fine!” He surrendered. “I’ll give you this one... just this one.”
“See!” Tobias boasted. “You need to listen to me more often!”
“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”
Casey laughed, watching the two world-class doctors squabbling like little boys. “I’m with Tobias,” she grinned. “You do need to have more fun. I’m glad you’re going to the Barbie premiere with us.”
“Yeah, about that...” Ethan started.
“Screw you, Ramsey. Don’t even try to weasel out of it!”
“But, Barbie...”Ethan whined.
“I think you’ll be surprised, Ethan,” Casey offered. “From what I’ve read, it’s going to be a lot more meaningful than you’d think. Regardless, it’s a big premiere, and we’ll have fun!”
“Fine! Who else is coming? Trinh?”
Casey shot a look at Tobias. “You haven’t told him?”
“Told him what?” Ethan groaned.
“Hadn’t gotten around to it yet, baby.”
Casey rolled her eyes. “OK, before I tell you... this is in no way, shape, or form a setup...”
“Oh, God...”
“The day Tobias asked you, I had already asked Eva, and...”
“OK. No. Forget it.”
“Ethan!” Casey scolded. “Why not? You two are so weird. You sure looked cozy at our wedding, but since then...” she shook her head. “Ethan, she’s a colleague and our friend. All you have to do is be polite. It’s not a date!”
“Well,” Tobias simpered. “In fairness, it’s our date night.”
“Our date night, Tobias! Not theirs!”
“Does she know I’m going?” Ethan asked.
“Yes, she wasn’t overly enthusiastic either, but she didn’t try to back out! Now... put your big boy pants on because you’re going to see Barbie!”
Ethan shot a look at Casey. “Please repeat that sentence, and you’ll see how wrong it sounded.”
Casey looked at her watch with a sigh. “I have a consult in five. You two babysit yourselves. And Ethan, make sure you wear something pink to the premiere.”
“I am not wearing pink!” He hollered after her as Tobias spooned the last of his pot roast into his mouth with a smirk.
“Oh, you’re wearing pink!”
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The day of the premiere arrived, and Casey bounced around with the excitement of a child. Tobias slipped his pink sweater over his head as she entered the room. A slow whistle escaped him as he took her in from her fuschia high heels that perfectly matched her flouncy tutu to the pink and black floral corset that had him forgetting they were expected anywhere.
“Damn, baby. You know, we don’t have to go. Mom’s watching Sammy, and we could have a perfectly enjoyable night right here.”
“I’m sure we could,” she giggled. “But have you forgotten our friends are coming along, too?”
“No, watching them may be more entertaining than the movie.”
“It’s possible.”
“Hey,” he said as they headed to the car. “When we get there, let’s rush to our seats so they have to sit next to each other.”
“You’re terrible,” Casey laughed.
“All part of my charm, hon. All part of my charm.”
They picked up Eva first.
“You look amazing!” Eva beamed as she slid into the back of the car.
“Thank you!” Tobias replied enthusiastically.
“Not you, jackass. Your wife!”
“Yeah,” he smiled, taking Casey’s hand. “She looks hot as hell.”
“I didn’t say she... you know... never mind.”
“You look beautiful, too. Eva,” Casey laughed.
“Not as festive as you,” she replied. “But I managed to find a pink tank top to wear.”
“Hey, that’s all that matters!”
“Speaking of pink,” Tobias said as they pulled in front of Ethan’s. “Ethan better be wearing pink. I’ve told him a half dozen times....” his voice trailed as Ethan came into view, wearing a long-sleeved grey t-shirt, jeans, and a bit of a scowl.
“You were saying?” Eva grinned.
“That fucker isn’t wearing pink!”
“Hello, everyone.” Ethan nodded as he entered the car.
“You’re not wearing pink!” Tobias admonished. “How many times did I tell you... wear pink?”
“And how many times did I tell you... no?”
“Ethan, you’re such a party pooper,” Casey sighed.
“And you’re...” he stalled, looking over Casey’s ensemble. “...Barbie.”
“Which is fitting... since we’re going to a Barbie premiere!” Tobias groused.
“Children,” Eva scolded. “Behave, or no one gets dessert after dinner.”
“Oh, I’m getting dessert,” Tobias snickered. “Trust me...”
“Oh, for God’s sake,” Ethan grumbled.
“What?” Eva laughed. “I think they’re kind of cute.”
“It may have been cute in high school. I’d even say in college if they had a few drinks in them. But at their age... It’s not cute anymore.”
“You’re right,” Eva replied. “It’s adorable.”
Tobias caught Ethan’s eyes in the rearview mirror. “Looks like you’re outnumbered, Pal.”
“What else is new?”
The conversation lagged, and every attempt at small talk faltered too quickly, usually with Ethan or Eva disagreeing with one another or locking horns. Tobias mouthed, “Music?” to Casey, but she couldn’t ignore the eight-hundred-pound gorilla in the room.
“So,” she stated. “What’s the deal with you two? Eva, I know you and Tobias had some beef back in Kenmore, but you’re nice to each other now. This begs one question. What did Ethan do?”
“Hey!” Ethan jumped in. “Why do you assume it was me?”
“Because it was,” Eva deadpanned.
“That’s not true! We didn’t meet under the best of circumstances, but I have apologized.”
“It was new intern day, wasn’t it?” Casey asked.
“How’d you guess?” Eva replied.
“Because that’s probably the worst day to ever meet Ethan.”
Ethan hit Tobias’s shoulder. “Aren’t you going to defend me?”
“Ow!” Tobias frowned. “I was planning on... if they said anything inaccurate, which they haven’t. But you broke the pink rule, and now you’re assaulting me. Sorry, I’m on their side!”
“Yes!” Casey cheered. “Now, Eva, what did he do?”
“It all started when I got a page. Someone needed an interpreter....”
“You’re not really going to share this, are you?” Ethan protested.
“Oh, this has to be good,” Tobias goaded. “Spill, Eva, and drinks are on me tonight.”
“Drinks are already on you,” Eva retorted. “But...”
As Casey and Tobias waited with bated breath, Eva noticed the pained look in Ethan’s eyes, and she decided to refrain.
“You know what, it doesn’t matter. It’s old news.”
Tobias’s face fell in disappointment. “I am so not buying drinks!”
“It was a shitty day,” Ethan started. “ I was... less than cheerful.”
“Read: you were being a jerk,” Tobias smiled.
“BINGO!” Eva replied.
“Anyway...” Ethan continued. “I had a very difficult patient who insisted they didn’t need an interpreter, but they didn’t speak any of the four languages I do...”
“Ethan,” Eva whispered, gently touching his arm. “You don’t have to.”
“No,” he replied. “I want to. These are my friends, and I’ve apologized to you, but perhaps I haven’t done it well enough, and I’d like the chance to do it again.”
“Guys, we’re just playing around. You don’t have to...” Casey started, but Ethan interrupted.
“I do. I had this total PITA patient. Their blood pressure was dropping, and I couldn’t get any medical history from them. Throw in it was new intern day. Several kept buzzing in and out for one ridiculous reason or another, completely grating my nerves. So, I called the nurses’ desk and asked them to find a Greek interpreter on staff. They sent someone who spoke Bulgarian. How does that help? So, I called again, and they sent someone who spoke Turkish. The patient is sicker by the moment, and I’m about to lose my mind when Eva walks in.”
“Now, it was my first day at Edenbrook, too... and Ethan assumed I was an intern.”
“Oh, no...” Casey groaned.
“I walked in, all eager to help. I said, ‘Hello, I’m Dr. Eva Mendoza. I hear you need an interpreter.’”
“And I turned around and said... “Those damn idiots can’t get a thing right. I need a Greek translator! I’m going to have those imbeciles fired!”
“I’m trying to explain I’m fluent in Greek, but I can’t get a word in...”
“So I tell her, I speak Spanish. I don’t need a Spanish interpreter, an intern much less, and you can go.”
“Oh, Jesus...” Tobias moaned.
“I stepped around him and started talking to the patient in Greek. Ethan looked like a deer in the headlights... after it got hit.”
“That’s a pretty good assessment of how I felt.”
“After we stabilized the patient, we went outside, and Ethan tried to apologize. But I wasn’t having it.”
“Rightfully so. She gave me a huge piece of her mind.”
“I informed him I wasn’t an intern, but a fellow... and assuming I could only speak Spanish because of my name was a bias and unacceptable. I’m half Greek, and I happen to speak four languages.”
“She didn’t say it quite so politely,” Ethan chuckled.
“Good!” Casey countered.
“I apologized profusely, but she turned on her heel, and I’m pretty sure steam was coming out of her ears.”
“An accurate depiction,” Eva corroborated. “But as much as I thought you were an utter idiot that day, you have apologized several times.”
“But you still think badly of me, and whenever I feel like I’ve knocked down a piece of the wall you built around me, you quickly build it back up again. I don’t get a second chance at a first impression, but I hope you’ll let me start fresh. It was a bad day, and I acted out of character. But I’m not that guy. The sad thing is, we’re surrounded by people who are... that guy... but they aren’t as hot-headed as me, and you’ll never see it. They don’t lose sleep over messing up like I did.”
“You lost sleep?” Eva asked.
“I have. So, it might be asking too much, but can we start fresh? If you don’t want to, I’ll leave right now. I won’t ruin the night for you. But I’d really like a second chance.”
“Ethan,” Eva sighed. “You don’t get out of seeing Barbie that easily. And if I were to ask you to go home, it would be because you broke the pink rule. If I’m wearing pink, you should be wearing pink! But thank you for the explanation and your umpteenth apology. I’m sorry for choosing to see the worst in you, even though you have shown other sides. I can be stubborn as the day is long, and that’s on me.”
“So,” she said, extending her hand. “I’m Dr. Eva Mendoza, and you are?”
“I’m Dr. Ethan Ramsey,” he smiled. “And it’s a pleasure to meet you.”
“This is like the end of a Hallmark movie,” Tobias joked from the front.
“Honey, you’ve obviously never seen a Hallmark movie,” Casey laughed. “So, are we all friends now?” Now, are we all friends?”
“Yeah,” Ethan smiled. “We’re friends.”
“Good!” Tobias smiled. “And Ethan, your face is so flushed. You kind of do have pink on now.”
“Oh, but that’s not nearly good enough,” Eva laughed. “Tobias, stop the car!”
“Why?”
“I need to stop at that street vendor. That pink boa would perfectly compliment Ethan’s outfit.”
“Yes!” Casey clapped as Tobias pulled over.
“No, oh no!” Ethan yelled.
“You could have just worn the pink polo shirt I gave you, bro. This is all on you.”
Giggling like a schoolgirl, Eva returned to the car with the pink boa, gleefully handing it to Ethan.
“If I wear this, am I 100% forgiven?”
“Yep,” Eva smiled. “Unless you do something stupid again.”
“Oh, good,” Tobias chuckled, pulling up to the valet. “We should have at least fifteen minutes before he does that.”
“OK, this ride has been nice but way too serious. Can we walk the red carpet and get our Barbie on?”
“Yes, dear,” Tobias smiled.
“You really are a whole new Tobias, aren’t you?” Eva said in wonderment. “Speaking of that,” Ethan said as he shut the car door behind him. “What was this beef you had with Carrick at Kenmore? You and I may have more in common than I initially thought.”
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hi i'm so excited to read your classical music au when it's ready! if you feel like it, may i humbly request a snippet 👀
HI yes you absolutely may!! This is a bit long for a snippet but I figured I’d just post the full opening sequence, which kinda lays out the basic premise and the main character dynamics. Under the cut, warning for the general premise of Jim and Claire Phelps interacting with an underage Ethan.
“Violin up,” said Jim, and Ethan raised it to his shoulder. Jim moved around him in a slow, appraising circle, and paused where Ethan couldn’t see.
They were in the living room, all warm red walls and thick patterned rugs, a grand piano in one corner with its lid open like a mouth. Ethan was barefoot. From behind him, Jim’s hands found the points of Ethan’s hipbones, feather-light.
“Ethan,” he said, “I’d like to show you something. Lean a little more on your left leg for me.” Ethan shifted his weight. The touch of Jim’s fingers moved with him.
“See how you bent your knee a bit?” Jim’s voice was a brisk, gentle murmur. “That was good. Have you ever surfed, Ethan?”
Ethan frowned. “Not really.”
“O.K., can you imagine it?”
“Sure.”
“I’m going to move you,” said Jim, his fingers pressing a little more firmly on Ethan’s hips, “and I want you to imagine you’re surfing out on the ocean, and you have to keep balance or you’ll fall in.”
Ethan nodded against the violin under his chin. There was something calming about having his body in Jim’s hands, for Jim to move. It made Ethan feel outside of himself.
Jim slowly drew Ethan’s hips to one side—then the other—Ethan shifted his weight to accommodate, his torso held upright under Jim’s fingers. Back, and forth, and back, and then Jim stilled him leaning slightly on his left foot. Ethan stayed perfectly still, every muscle frozen, but relaxed, not stiff.
“Good boy,” said Jim. “That’s the way I want you moving. No more of this straight leg shit.”
Ethan’s lessons with Jim happened on Monday, every Monday at noon. Jim arranged his whole schedule around it. Other than that he was gone all the time, training his class of 20-odd college age violinists at the Peary Institute of Music, the elite conservatory where he’d worked for the past thirty-five years. Ethan was going to audition at Peary next year. He was sixteen years old; at fourteen, he’d left his family to live in Virginia with Professor Jim Phelps and his young wife, Claire. They were training him to become the best violinist in the world.
Over two years, life in the little house with Jim and Claire had settled into a well oiled routine. At 6:30 am sharp Ethan would get woken up by Jim turning on the lights. He’d fumble his way out of bed half-dead and sit in the kitchen in his boxers eating a bowl of cereal while Jim got ready to go to work. After Jim left, Ethan would pull on some clothes and take his violin out of the case, tighten his bow and slide on his shoulder-rest like he was assembling a weapon. He’d bring it with him into the master bedroom, where Claire would still be asleep, her hair a mess, one arm flung over her eyes. He’d stand at the foot of the bed and practice while she mumbled critique into her elbow—“do that again—slower. No, Ethan, that’s out of tune. Turn on the metronome. Slower…”
She’d wake up gradually, push herself up in the bed and watch him owlishly. “Ethan, are you hearing me? Well, you didn’t do it. Would you have fixed it, yourself?”
She’d heat up a TV dinner in the microwave for Ethan’s lunch, and for herself she’d peel the lid off a yogurt cup: banana, strawberry-banana, mixed-berry. They’d eat on the couch in front of the TV, Claire flipping through channels until it landed on the news, or a rerun of one of the old shows she liked. Ethan would relax into her, their shoulders pressed together. When it was time for him to start practicing again, he’d always complain. He was tired, his head hurt, he couldn’t focus. “Oh, Ethan,” she’d say, and pet his hair.
After Ethan finished all of his practicing, if he’d been good, Claire would teach him a few chords or a little tune on the piano. She was a pianist herself, although she hadn’t performed in years, except to accompany Jim’s students. She’d noticed his fascination with the instrument only a few months into Ethan moving in, and she’d figured out how to use it to soothe him, even on his worst days when anger was chewing out of his stomach. He’d sit at the keyboard and place his fingers on the ivories. She’d lean over his shoulder, her hair brushing the back of his neck, and show him: wider spread, relaxed wrists.
Instead of playing video games or watching the TV in his free time, Ethan went on long walks with Claire around the neighborhood, or picked up books from the library to read under the covers at night when he was supposed to be sleeping. He didn’t have time to read in the day, most days—by the time Jim got home, 8 or 9 or so, Ethan was usually still finishing up his coursework for online school, Claire in the living room looking out the window pretending she wasn’t waiting for Jim’s car in the driveway.
“Ethan,” Claire said, “you’re so loud. Don’t do that.” She was sprawled out on Ethan’s bed half-under the covers, in a pretty black blouse and her underwear. Ethan was standing a few feet away, aware of her eyes on him while he played. It was after 9, and Jim still hadn’t come home. Ethan was learning Dvorak’s Humoresque no. 7, for no reason other than that it was her favorite.
Ethan poked his bow at the page propped on the black metal folding stand to his left. “It says forte.”
“The forte is a lie. Mezzo. Piano.”
“Okay, okay.”
“Write it in.”
“I’ll remember,” said Ethan.
“Will you,” said Claire, with a wry twist of her mouth.
It was getting dark in Ethan’s bedroom, and neither of them had turned the light on. Cool air came in through the half-open window. “I will,” he said.
Claire’s mouth thinned. “Start the section again,” she said. As Ethan lifted the bow—“Mezzo piano.”
The Dvorak was tricky. It had to be precise, but free, and sweeping, and sentimental, and simple and pure, and it had to be more than any of that, it didn’t work somehow just being beautiful, but that was the way Claire wanted it, just beautiful.
Ethan played carefully, softening the jagged edges of the rhythm in his bowarm; Claire made vague, graceful gestures with her hands. “Sing,” she said, “sing out, let it sing.” Ethan shut his eyes and imagined the way the notes would expand in someone’s lungs, the soft sound of breath from the belly. Claire said, “You’re just going right through—no. Every note, it should be like honey, like—not so rough. Ethan.”
They worked until 10 before she finally let him put his violin away. Ethan shut the case, locked it, stood to find Claire smiling at him, patting the space next to her on his bed. He smiled back at her.
The mattress sank under his body when he curled in next to her. In his line of sight: the music stand, the violin case, the blank opposite wall. Behind him: Claire’s body, her breath on his neck, hot. Her arm draped over his stomach. Ethan shut his eyes and stayed still.
After a while, Claire said, “I hope Jim’s all right.”
“He’s probably fine,” Ethan murmured.
“I wish he would be home when he said he would.”
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Hey everyone
So this is my first bit of writing on here
I know it's definitely not the best but I hope you all enjoy it. I felt we needed a bit more jeremy Allen white content on here you know :)
No warnings at all
Just setting a scene for hopefully a good story
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Chapter 1 the beginning
"Okay, that’s great. And cut!" Charlotte yells at the crew
"Hey Andy, that was great?"
The actor breathed a sigh of relief as she jogged toward the iconic actor who had been struggling to get the scene and finally nailed it
Charlotte has been working as a director for years.
She started as a child in some local community theatre pieces and found out that she loved the camera just as much. As much as she had tried to be in front of it her insecurities got the best of her. And through that, she discovered the magical world behind the scenes.
“Thanks, char! Do you need anything else? I hope that take works I was feeling it and felt like I knew- “
“Andrew! That was amazing, perfect shot, perfect take. You were perfect!”
The amazing spider man actor smiled and slightly blushed at your compliments
“It’s a great film, bound to get you nominated with the academy-“
“Andy Andy Andy… let’s not stress me out just yet let’s just get the movie done”
As Andrew had opened his mouth to say something
She heard her name being called in the distance
Her assistant is taking a quick walk towards her while chatting away on a call
Charlotte excused herself from her cast and stepped aside with her long-term friend and new assistant Mia.
Mia rushed toward her slightly out of breath
“Char, I have your agent on the line who in turn has a casting agent from Variety on the line and they would like to book you for an exclusive next Friday”
“Oh my god yeah of course sure, I’ll check the schedules but we should be all set”
Mia nodded and rambled back into the phone line, she glanced up as Charlotte asked
“What interview is it?”
“Actors on Actors,” Mia said quickly
“But I’m not an act-“
Mia got distracted by another voice on the line and mouthed her a quick sorry
MEANWHILE IN NEW YORK
Everyone is cheering, champagne is flowing while laughs are being shared. They had wrapped season 2 of the bear and everyone was a mix of happy, sad, and relieved
It's funny how it may have been a fake kitchen but the tensions were still so real.
Jeremy was sitting in the embrace of his costar Ebon Moss-Bachrach, laughing at some embarrassing set story when he glanced around at the set of the beef which they had called home for almost 3 years.
He was born and raised in New York but truly made a life in Los Angeles. When you spend 11 years on a project they become family. And He had created a family in many ways and no matter how much fun he had he can't help but feel a bit homesick
“Hey Jer, you doing okay?” ayo asked the blue-eyed boy who was staring into the distance
Jeremy shook his head lightly, getting the thoughts to lose, smiled at her, and said “Yeah I'm great, excited to finally get some damn sleep and order takeout for a while”
The cast laughed followed by Liza saying “oh hell yes I am not going near my stove for at least a month”
They all laughed at this, agreeing that even a microwave meal would be better than working on a stovetop for a while
Just then Jeremy's phone rang
He grabbed it hoping to see a familiar name on the screen, he sighed seeing his manager's name.
He excused himself and went to answer it
“Hey Mark what's up?”
He says leaning against the brick wall of the building, running a hand through his slightly greasy hair. He's not sure if it's hairspray, sweat, or just his hair at this point
“Jeremy! How's my guy doing? Congratulations on season 2. Listen. I have an offer for you. Nothing heavy just an interview for Variety”
“Um Mark that sounds great it’s just, I dunno man I have some things to sort out and “
“J, I know. Listen I don’t need a confirmation right now. Go home, lemme me know in like 2 days and I can book it. If not we grab the next one okay”
“Yeah okay”
After a bit of casual small talk, they say their goodbyes and hang up
Jeremy looks at his phone to see yet another news headliner, some cryptic messages, and a few check-ins. He rubbed his forehead wondering where everything had gone so wrong. How did he get here, something was missing. And it wasn’t the result of what had just happened. That would have been obvious
After he returned and enjoyed a few hours with his cast, he decided fuck it. Not much waiting for him back home. And messages Mark
Jeremy
: Hey bro, I’ll do the interview. When is it?
Mark
: are you sure man? It is next Friday with variety. It’s one of the actor on actors interviews
Jeremy
: Yeah that’s great
Can you find out who it’s gonna be with?
Mark
: I’ll work on it
Jeremy smiled at the reply and was content with this choice
Something about this decision just felt right
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Thank you so much for reading
Lemme know if you would like a part 2
#carmen berzatto imagines#jeremy allen white#the bear#jeremy allen white imagine#carmen berzatto x y/n#shameless#shameless fanfiction#the bear fic#lip gallagher#the bear imagine
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Chapter 7: Night caller
Breathing burns, legs sting, swallowing feels like rubbing an open wound. Ok, one thing at a time, let’s start with opening your eyes.
Benjamin slowly opened his eyes and looked around at an unknown room, a heavy constraining feeling around his leg turned out to be an improvised dressing made since the last time he’d been conscious. Elizabeth was sat beside the bed with a new dark blue dress, writing in a black diary with white highlights in the shape of an oleander, a poisonous flower. As soon as he started to move his head, she noticed and closed her diary, greeting him. “Good morning.”
Benjamin opened his mouth to ask “Elizabeth?” but it was already hard enough to breathe out normally, so he could only make the motions with his lips.
Elizabeth leaned over the boy and gently put her hand on his cheek. “Hello, Benjamin. How are you feeling?” From the nightstand next to him she took a notebook and pen and handed them to him, “Henrique told me you wouldn’t be able to speak, so when I left to buy us new clothes, I got these.”
Benjamin took them both and, with some effort, wrote down “What happened? Did we escape? Where’s Henrique?”
“Yes, we are safe for now. I stole your parents’ car and brought you here under the cover of night. We are at a small hotel close to the Ana Rosa subway station, Henrique left to by canned food and other things he thought we’d need. He said you should avoid moving too much , so try to rest.”
At that moment, Benjamin felt a warmth beside his shin and noticed a black furry smudge rubbing against it. From that black mass appeared the vague shape of a feline face with three glowing green eyes.
While Benjamin stared at the strange creature it yawned, and Elizabeth explained “That’s Nine, he’s a magic cat of sorts and followed me. I think he’s ours now.”
Benjamin smiled and tried to reach towards the kitty, and from inside Nine came a second, almost identical cat which gladly accepted Benjamin’s petting, raising his head, squinting his eyes and purring. When Benjamin focused his gaze on the cat(cats?) he noticed something ethereal about hi, as if his body didn’t fully occupy space. And inside the main body of Nine lying next to his leg he could see 8 slightly different cats sleeping in similar positions on the same spot.
He tilted his head and furrowed his brow, confused, before turning to Elizabeth and writing “Is nine a bunch of ghosts on top of each other or did I hit my head too hard while running?”
“Huh… I hadn’t thought of that. Perhaps you are closer to the truth than you think. Your “special” nature poorly explained by our parents may give you unknown sensorial capabilities. Everything I know is that he seems to contain multiple almost identical cats.”
“Yours is a spider, right? That’s cool, does it have a name?” Benjamin was still armed with a beaming smile and genuine curiosity.
“It didn’t seem appropriate to give her a name at all. Considering what she is, I don’t think calling her anything but Elizabeth would be sensible.”
“That’s no fun.” Benjamin stuck out his tongue making Elizabeth stifle a giggle “Mine is named Echo.”
From the door sounded 3 knocks, one loud, one lower and the last one barely audible. “Oh, that must be Henrique, only answer the door if you hear that specific sequence of knocks.” Elizabeth stood up and went to the door look through the peephole. Opening it soon after.
Henrique rushed inside with a few large bags in his hands. He wore a brand new leather jacket that looked pretty thick and a black shirt with a sword with wings for its guard as a stamp.
“Benjamin!” The older boy dropped his bags on the nightstand and approached Benjamin eagerly. “How are ya, buddy? Does your leg hurt too much? Need anything to drink? Want any food? We don’t have an oven or a microwave, but I brought some tuna flakes which should be easy to swallow.”
Benjamin started writing lots of different answers, but stopped short each time there came a new question. In the end he just decided to communicate the most essential. “I’m good. Water please.”
Henrique quickly picked up a 500ml water bottle and opened it, gently placing it up to Benjamin’s lips so he could sip without moving his arms which still hurt quite a bit. Still, after a few sips Benjamin decided he’d rather hold the bottle in his own hands.
Henrique put his hands on his hips. “Okay, Elizabeth. We’ve got juice boxes, tuna and beans cans, salted crackers, chocolate, potato chips and preserved peaches.”
“Great, that should be enough to feed us for the near future. Later we can search for a better living space, preferably with a fridge and oven, but that must wait until we find a seller who won’t look over our documents during the sale or a place where we can make fake IDs.”
“I also brought some plastic tableware and this:” Henrique stuck his hand into his pocket and took out a small switchblade, pushing out the blade and slicing at the air with precision, feeling the weight with his right hand. “We might need it to open cans and boxes and to defend ourselves if worse comes to worse.”
“Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that.” Elizabeth took her phone out of her dress pocket and handed it to Benjamin. “Oh, Benjamin, could you do me the favor of finding and erasing the tracking apps my parents installed in my phone? I know that even if I’ve never tried to run before they wouldn’t lose a chance to keep an eye on me.”
Benjamin nodded his head and got to work on Elizabeth’s phone.
“We’re gonna have to get new chips for our phones and new documents as soon as possible,” added Henrique.
Benjamin stopped what he was doing on Elizabeth’s phone for a moment and typed something in the notes before turning the phone to his friends “Bring a Laptop with internet access here and I can forge the documents in 2 hours, we can print them at a public library.”
“You know a lot of shady stuff for someone who’s never been outside without his parents.”
Benjamin smiled and shrugged, getting his hair ruffled as an answer.
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After some more conversing about what to do next, Elizabeth left to look for new chips and a laptop to bring to the hotel while Henrique stayed to look after Benjamin. They chatted a little, but soon Henrique suggested that Benjamin rest and try to heal his ragged throat, so the boy laid back down to try to sleep after eating a little tuna with crackers(a peculiar lunch). Henrique spent a few minutes watching him, but eventually slept as well, exhausted by the events of the last day.
When Benjamin awoke, his face was buried into Henrique’s shoulder. The room was dark, but his eyes were accustomed enough to vaguely see Elizabeth sitting in the corner using a laptop.
He was still very tired, and tried to close his eyes and sleep again, but the light from the computer bothered him. At the same time he felt he didn’t want to bother Elizabeth, wake Henrique or even hurt himself by trying to make enough noise to ask her to turn it off.
His heavy eyes made darkness and oblivion seem to call him back, whispering in his ear as long as he paid attention. His focus fell onto the tranquility and peace he’d felt as he rested and that the light had taken from him, but which he could have back, as long as he could call its name.
“ᏁᎥᎶᏂᏖ” whispered Benjamin, and the room became just a little darker and quieter, enough that he quickly fell asleep again.
The change just barely caught Elizabeth’s eye. “huh”.
#Cursed Kids#Magic#urban fantasy#found family#Original Work#original writing#original story#chapter 7#he's getting better
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You’re A What?!
I didn’t want to get up. I was lying on my bed, eyes closed underneath my spring comforter. I felt someone was in my room. I turned over and open my eyes. My door was closed but I could see my swivel chair moved slightly. I got out of bed, made it and changed out of my Pajamas into a Tomb Raider shirt with black leggings. I had more day till I needed to wash my hair, my curls were still good, so I threw on a white bandanna and put on some ankle socks.
I made my way to the kitchen. The smell of warm cinnamon French Toast was wafting throughout the house. The microwave alarm went off, I opened it and took out the melted maple syrup fresh from Maine. My older sister, Nicole is a Music-Art Curator and travels up to Maine sometimes. She currently working a big North New England Art History Paintings project, hence the Maine maple syrup.
It was April Break for me, my older brother and my nephew. My parents were on a college road with my older since he’s graduating next May, and my sister said she could “stay” with me while my parents are out of town. I may have gotten in trouble for something I might have done last year in school, so my sister, Nicole told my parents she could babysit me from getting into any trouble. But I’ve change and through writing and photography and of course detention.
Nicole promised me and my nephew TJ on taking us to the mall and arcade for the day before she had to go to the museum she works at and do some work.
“Did you use milk, Nicole?” I can’t have milk.
“Yes Carmen, your oat milk. I know you’re lactose and intolerant.” She had come from the bathroom behind the wall with the stove and started flipping French Toast.
I wanted to ask her if she was in my room, but I had a feeling she would deny it. I started my setting the breakfast nook. I asked if TJ was up, and she said that he was getting ready.
“So, after the mall and arcade, you’re stilling go to the museum, right?” I hadn’t been to the museum she was currently working at and wanted to see it.
“Yeah, but I was just gonna go by myself”. TJ said he had a 3pm online game match with his friends and wanted to be back home before the game started.
“Oh, I wanted to go with you and see the art gallery of North American 1700’s and 1800’s Art, but it’s cool.” I guess I could stay home and write. One of my therapist said to write about every day.
“Did you take out Dexter?” Dexter’s is my brother’s basenji.
“No, he’s been sleeping but he should go out.” She put the bacon plate in the microwave to heat up the already made bacon.
“Okay, I’ll take him out. Wake up Dexter, come on boy, wake up. Let’s go outside.” Dexter sprung from his living room bed and ran down the stairs to the front door. I slipped on my Crocs and open the door.
The sun was just peeking up in the distance from the trees and there was a slight fog. Dexter started doing his business and I checked my phone. My best friend, Gabby hadn’t texted since last year before my suspension. I all I wanted to do was apologize. I locked my phone and let it fall as it dangle from my left wrist. Dexter was near the picnic bench smelling some grass when I notice someone in an old 90’s car. The engine started, the driver hit the gas and started to drive almost straight towards me. Dexter froze. Then the car started to slow down, I thought someone was gonna come out but it then peeled out of my street and turned right and disappeared.
Chapter 1: Not Normal
~Written by V. Scri&e
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Dear Mom,
How have you been? I'm sorry I haven't written in a couple months. I miss you lots, I promise not to go so long next time.
Work sucks, per usual. I spend 10 hours a day schlepping my tired ass up and down the memory ward. Get home, microwave some slop, choke it down, sleep, wake up, shower, back to work. I don't know how I'm going to do this another 30 years. I kinda look forward to being put out of a job by one of those Japanese caretaker bots.
How did you manage to work two jobs while raising two kids? You're really a superhero. I remember when you'd get off work at Hehr and you looked so tired, but you always took me somewhere fun. You must have been exhausted for decades. You gave us so much, so many opportunities, and it cost you so many years of busting your ass. I never properly thanked you - so - thank you.
I wonder if things have always been this way. I hate the idea that we're just born to build a pyramid for a pharaoh or make money for a CEO. I just want to sing karaoke and drink mai tais, instead I have to work all damned day. I guess things could be worse.
Evander is good, we're celebrating nine years together in October. He got promoted! He's some kind of liason between the call center and the client, I don't understand exactly what his place is in the hierarchy now, but I know he's just a few steps down from the site president or whatever the boss' title is.
The kids are so smart! Alie has met the academic milestones for a six-year-old at only five, and our sweet boy is learning so much from her.
I talked to Dad the other day. We have been spotty about keeping in touch, and we usually just bullshit about musician stuff on the rare occasion we chat. He has diabetes now. He insists on treating it with homeopathic garbage.
Do you remember Tom? He finally got married and moved to Oregon. He hates it there, says it's like an ocean of fentanyl with small islands of civilization. I don't know if he's exaggerating for effect or if it really is that bad, but I'm glad I don't live there.
Bob passed away. He had cancer and it spread quickly, Sarah was devastated. We attended the service, she tried to say her peace but couldn't make it through without sobbing.
What else... we got a dog, we named him Mochi. He's a King Charles but we didn't pay a lot since he was a runt. Cute little guy, his fur mats easily though, so we brush him a lot.
That's pretty much everything since I last wrote you. Oh! I'm glad to say the Silverwood Killer got his fucking ass beat and stabbed by some other inmates in Tehachapi. I plan to come see you again in June, I'll bring some CLR for the buildup on your headstone.
I love you,
Elle
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Adventures of The 144p Progenitor
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Story #8
"~What do you do with a drunken sailor, what do you do with a drunken sailor... what do you do with a drunken sailor early in the mooorning?~" Ka'eo sang in monotone to himself in the med-bay, pressing his hand against a medicine dispenser display to access it. "What do you do with a-oh! That looks good!"
Ka'eo discovered a 'new items' tab and cascaded it, revealing images of twenty-two new types of medicines. He scrolled through them one by one, reading them aloud to himself. "Clo-tex, Drin-ephys-men-dathol, Pro-to-zotalac—" He instantly thought of Cadillacs, thinking back to times in Hawaii, riding around in Waikiki, checking out the beaches and the crowds.
He continued, "Do-hecta— do-reta-remapol. Do-reta-remapol?!" He thought first of something Mana had brought up earlier, thinking he'd heard the name Reta mentioned. Then, he thought of Doritos. "What is this sh$t?"
He opened up the details tab by pressing the image of the medicine. The display revealed three, vertical, rectangular slides, side by side. Faded in on the left was the pill itself—half red, half transparent blue, with a white line down the center of it. In the middle, the description of the medicine. It read: Increases sexual desire and libido, increases testosterone, and encourages the creation of endorphins and dopamine in the brain. There were more details, but Ka'eo was only skimming the slide. The final slide on the right displayed an orange background with a green dollar sign in the center of it.
Ka'eo went ahead and swiped the return button with his finger, bringing him back to the home page. He went directly to the 'What's Wrong With Me?' option which revealed a survey asking for different symptoms. He checked off all that applied and scrolled to the end of the page, hitting 'next' to move on to the result. Two results appeared in the form of two squares, each with a pill and medicine bottle in it. One of them read 'Aspirin' and the other read 'Vinovatam.' Ka'eo hovered his hand on the display and then selected 'Vinovatam' after reading the quick details: Instantly relieves common cold symptoms, headaches, fevers, body aches and pains, joint pains, and growing pains. Side effects may include sleepiness, drowsiness, hunger, and dehydration.
Looks good to me Ka'eo thought to himself. "~She looks good! I can't believe my eyes, I can't believe my eyes, did you see her, she looks good~!" He sang to himself.
He pressed the dispense button and watched the fabricator activate. It sounded like a mid-low hum, similar to a microwave oven, and instantly designed the sealed Vinovatam pill with no wait.
"Destination is confirmed: instant healing!" Ka'eo told himself in a professional tone, snatching the pill from the fabricator. He tore the clear seal open and emptied the pouch into his hand, tossing the pill into his mouth and gulping it down with his own saliva. He placed the empty pill pouch in his pocket out of old habit.
As soon as he took the pill, the result was literally instant. The pill metabolized in a mere second. It was thanks to the USF's own Advanced Health Department (AHD) and its Homosapien Efficiency Upgrades (HEUPs.)
"Headaaache, deactivated," Ka'eo stated dryly, feeling positively satisfied. "And now, I return to the boys. Da boiz."
He began walking out of the med-bay, but then realized he was leaving without taking a receipt, saying, "Oh! That's right!" He went back to the dispenser display and pressed the 'end session' button, causing a receipt of the transaction to save to another tab labeled 'Complete.'
He remembered there was no physical copy receipt. He thought to himself Ka'eo, where the f$ck is your head, buddy? He chuckled to himself, "Aha-hah!" Right after that, he thought maybe I just need some water or something. Yeah, I need some water.
Ka'eo went to the water fountain for a drink. He ingested a few gulps and relaxed, gasping. He drank a few more gulps then gasped again. He no longer felt like relaxing, instead feeling more interested in pummeling all the issues that stood in the way between him and accomplishing his next goals.
Ka'eo felt like he was back on Earth, momentarily, remembering the brutality of loneliness he had once experienced and then learned to stave off naturally. Eventually, becoming alone, like he normally was as a kid, was second nature to him. The sound of the medical lab's droning hum was soothing, the beeps and chirps from various machines were hypnotizing, and the advertisements that quietly played on the dispenser displays while idling were inducing of homelike feels.
Ka'eo also thought about his friends, his allies, his buddies, the fondness they developed for each other and the camaraderie solidified by their constant trust in each other's intentions. They were comfortable with him, though something he struggled with was resurfacing.
After the MacKalla T-Rover Space Station incident, Ka'eo felt like he was more responsible for his friends' lives than ever, something he couldn't be completely prepared for back on Earth. He guarded his occasional concern for them, squashing any fear and doubt, by choosing to be divided from the rest of them. Sometimes, he was more abrasive and cold than they would've hoped and expected from him.
Peter and Mana especially were convinced that sometimes Ka'eo seemed to be nefarious, shady, and withholding of information that could be for their best interest. The truth was, Ka'eo couldn't bare losing them due to his own miscalculation or an oversight. He trained extensively with SpOC and STARCOM in order to overcome that fear, but he wasn't persuaded by mere skills and other traditional factors. Instead, his being psychically aware and sometimes paralyzed by that trait caused him to rely on his own individual ferocity and selfish wisdom that could separate him from friends and allies. It was risky, becoming a seeming adversary, but he learned this in case of a true collision course with true danger.
Unbeknownst to them, his sudden cold exterior was a way to keep them behind—behind being in the comfort and security of a place he knew he couldn't lose them.
Ka'eo shook his head, trying not to feel his heart warming up, wanting to suppress his rebellious, watering eyes. "Hah," he poked. His mind drew a blank and he stopped thinking into the spiral, knowing it was probably just loneliness creeping up on him and simultaneously his habit of idealization. He felt kind of stupid, like it could just be an act, the way that he felt, and that's how he knew to level himself out and stay on course, where there was plenty of time to plan and strategies to use to foster a full life for 'his men.'
Ka'eo felt depressed, but woke from it suddenly, becoming attuned with awareness of himself. He hoped that when he returned to the Bridge that his buddies would all be there ready to just shoot the sh$t and prepare for another journey. The next destination was a new solar system, a new space station—an asteroid mining colony—to be explored with his crew.
He thought about changing his mind and course, having the expedition headed toward exploration of unknown territories, but their last run-in with near-death was enough.
Ka'eo headed back to the Bridge, going through corridors and climbing escalator platforms until he got there. He would sometimes sit down on a platform and set it to 'caution' speed, enjoying the cruise, looking out the ship's windows. Man, I never thought I could do this he thought to himself. He stepped off the moving platform into the corridor that lead to the Bridge's entrance.
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Ka'eo entered onto the Bridge where Peter and Stavros were relaxing, drinking space coffee to stay up and study. He greeted them with a jab, "Sup d$cksets, are you ready to go to f$ckmine?"
"Uhhh, no," Stavros replied.
"D$cksets?! It's... set... d$cks. Alright? And we're going to f$ckzone three," Peter jabbed back, followed by his well-known cackle.
"No, because now you're a f$ckset birdo," Ka'eo shot back, making Stavros burst into laughter with Peter. "And you're going to get the ship to where it needs to be. Now!"
"Uhhh, we're already on the way there, beako," Peter shoved.
"Uhhh, no! Noooow. Why... are you still f$cking... a c$ck... in our ship's terminal?" Ka'eo shot, experimenting with his word choices.
"Oh-hoohh, no. I'm not doing that," Peter stated, chortling. "I'm not doing any of that, and now you're going to pay. Now? You're going to sit down and—"
Ka'eo was grinning while Stavros was giggling at Peter's insights.
Suddenly, a transmission from Mana came through the Bridge overhead speaker. "Uhh... Ka'el?... Where the f$ck did you go?"
Peter, Stavros, and Ka'eo cracked up.
"Hello? Bird beak?!" Mana transmitted. "Can you guys even f$cking— h— m— hello?"
Everyone on the Bridge was still laughing, unable to respond. Ka'eo ceased for a moment, exhaling a long sigh. He went to his computer and switched on comms. He asked Mana, "Are you a f$ck mess from f$ckzone three?... Right now? Or are you d$cking your a$$? Hello?!"
Stavros and Peter laughed again.
"I'm— h— I'm in the medbay... and... you... you f$cking... aren't even here!" Mana complained.
Ka'eo responded, "Yeah, because I'm back on the Bridge, waiting for your f$ck a$$ to come back."
"Well yeah, no duh, I can see that now," Mana said. Mana meant that he could see the indicator light for the Bridge on medbay's comms panel lighting up. "Why didn't you f$cking tell me?! I thought you were psychic?!... b$$$tch?!"
Peter laughed roughly while Stavros droned on the comms at his computer and jested, "Hey, uhh, Mana. What are you doing in medbay if you wanted something to eat? Huh?! Stop eating all of the medicine and our medical supplies. We need those. And that's what a cafeteria is for."
Peter said, "Wait," wanting to get a word in, too. He hit the comms with, "Hey f$cko, you're in deep sh$t now!! Now everyone in command is going to know that you've been eating medicine!!" He laughed at himself. Ka'eo chuckled, feeling supportive of the mood.
Mana tried coming back through the comms, but Stavros interrupted and said, "Yeah!! Now, everyone onboard is going to die again because you swallowed the whole medical facility, leaving a giant, gaping hole in the ship where there was supposed to be medbay. How does that make you feel, Mana??"
Mana's laugh was heard through the comms, and he topped it off with, "You b$tches can suck my f$cking d$ck!! I went to the cafeteria, already. And you, Stavro, you guys can go to medbay and shoot a laser in your eye!!"
Stavros chuckled and responded, "Yeah!! Because I want to be vacuumed into outer space with all the debris you didn't finish eating, all left floating in a trail behind our ship, after you decided to absorb the whole, entire medbay into your space suit."
"Ohhhh, you b$tch. You can die now!!" Mana shot back, sarcastically mocking. "Just wait! I'm coming up there to the Bridge!! Yeah!! Get ready to have your head cut off by a laser beam!!"
Stavros giggled, though felt slightly uncomfortable, forgetting that they were all alone together in space. Peter picked up on his brother's discomfort, though still chuckling to himself. Ka'eo grinned, familiar with the experience.
Peter said, "Did you hear that, Stavro? He's going to cut your head off with a laser!!" He chuckled.
"No, he isn't. I'm—" Stavros replied, stopping himself for a moment to think. "If he brings an actual laser gun up here, I'm gonna— do something to stop him," he tried, unable to think of a more threatening comeback.
"Stavro, he's not going to do that," said Peter.
"Yeah, don't worry about it," Ka'eo said. He set the comms to general broadcast while Stavros shrank into his seat without noticing. Ka'eo transmitted, "Mana, uhhh, Stavro just jumped out of the ship via airlock and left a note at the door, and it says that he went looking for medbay, because he was finally vacuumed out into space, just like he always wanted."
Peter chortled a short oh-ho-hoh, and Stavros giggled.
They all waited for Mana to respond. Peter's leg was bouncing while Stavros felt somewhat guilty and vulnerable, getting carried away with the jokes.
Peter said, "Stavro, you're fine. You guys were just joking. Mana doesn't even care, man. You were just kidding."
Stavros got into a state of mind where he felt more dominant. He relayed, "I know that everything is fine right now, but if Mana does bring a laser gun up here, I'm going to call the USF patrol and have him arrested, even if I die first. See, Mana is crazy, and you guys would think he's joking, and then you'll just let him come back to the Bridge to vaporize me. I think we should weld this door shut."
"No, you don't need to do that Stavro," Ka'eo said, meaning to imply that his feelings were in the wrong place. "It takes time, he's joking," he reassured, knowing the feeling and helping Stavros consume the moment.
Stavros replied, "Yeah, I know. But Mana is crazy. You never know. He might actually blow the ship up doing something stupid like dumping everything he can find into the warp core. Then, we can all just die, and Mana can be happy."
Peter chortled. "Stavros, it's fine. He was joking with you, too. It's not like he was being serious," Peter suggested, avoiding the possible emotional aspect despite Ka'eo's and Stavros's atunement to crew harmony.
Mana walked onto the Bridge suddenly, holding paper bags in both hands. He greeted, "Here, you b$tch, I brought us some food. I brought all you b$tches some food." He aimed his gait at Stavros first then evened out toward everyone else.
Stavros broke out laughing with Peter. Stavros felt relieved seeing Mana walk in with food. Though, he did second guess, wondering maybe Mana has a gun inside one of those bags and he's just concealing it until he walks over here. Ka'eo just smiled, knowing the situation couldn't be as dire as Stavros nearly made it, in theory. The lines weren't pushed so hard that Ka'eo couldn't easily ignore what had just happened, though he took note of the dissonance.
Mana chuckled at the crew laughing. He shoved out amusedly, "Wha-hut. Why are you all laughing at me?!"
Stavros looked at Ka'eo for moral support, and Ka'eo gave him a little nod. "Mana, you're not supposed to bring the cafeteria back with you." Stavros chipmunked a giggle and continued, "You're supposed to leave it there so that when we go in there, there will be food for us all to survive. Remember? We're a crew!!" Stavros joked in nonchalance.
"Yeah, now it's only going to be you eating it," Peter joked along, hissing a laugh.
Mana responded, "Nooo. Aaaaahhhhhhhhlll!!!"
"What did you bring?" Ka'eo asked with a chuckle, walking up to Mana and the paper bags. He looked inside the bags, crinkling them with one hand. He found various space food tubes and sealed bowls filled with different meals. "And they're all heated up, too?"
"Yeah!! ... ? Whyyy would I bring the food cold?! Ka'el?!" Mana said mockingly, subtly hinting some pressure.
"What the f$ck is this?!" Ka'eo jeered, picking a bowl out from the bag, causing Stavros and Peter to laugh simultaneously.
Mana snapped back lightly, "I don't know! That's why you're supposed to eat it!"
Peter's and Stavros's laughter was sustained while Ka'eo took one bag and set it down at the computer consoles, and Mana took the other bag, sitting down with it in his lap.
Everyone was quiet while Mana and Ka'eo settled the food.
"I won't need to go back to the medbay after this, will I?" Ka'eo stoically pursued.
Mana, Peter, and Stavros all laughed. Ka'eo grinned then went focused, popping open the bowl while Mana rolled his chair over to him and passed him a fork from his bag.
"Thanks," Ka'eo said to Mana.
Mana replied with an aaaaaaaaooohh!!
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people wanted it(so did I) so here is my therapy au for NWH(SPOILERS)
I called it The Spider-Men AU or alternatively Spider-Bros
They are brothers
The spider really likes the Parker boys, since it bit all three
Tom is Peter, Tobey and Andrew are Tobey and Andrew because fuck creative naming
Peter’s trans, all three are bi
Peter is 15, Andrew is 17 and Tobey is 19
Tobey’s doing online college
They have bunkbeds and fouton in their room
They fight over the top bunk a lot
Peter’s dating MJ, Tobey’s dating Wade and Andrew is dating Harry
Their suits are very similar, Pete’s has black, Andrew’s has Navy and Tobey’s has blue but otherwise the same
They tell the public they’re “the Spider Men”
The public refers to them as “the small one”(Pete) “the lanky one”(Andrew) and “the responsible one”(Tobey) or more offically “Navy” “Blue” and “Black”
They call each other “little shit”(Pete) “bitch face”(Andrew) “mother fucker”(Tobey) when on the job
Aunt May knows and approves, though she gets worried about her boys
She’s very supportive
Tobey and Andrew wear their suits under their clothes, but it’s quite hard for Peter to piss in so he has to change
This leads to a lot of “PETE HURRY UP” “THIS IS CIS PRIVLAGE”
They are pure chaos
“MOTHER FUCKER WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT” “YOU’RE NOT MY MOM BITCH FACE”
*Pete misses a swing after being chased and falls in front of Andy* “nice of you to join us”
*goon gets sent rolling in the other direction* “they see me rollin’ the hatin’”
*Tobey and Peter talking about math and science and how it will help the situation, Andy knowing full well he is of the same intelligence* “y’all are nerds”
*electro does something* *all three boys sarcastically at the same time* “Gasp, shocking”
They quote vines a lot
Many people have theorized that the group are teenagers
Lots of hair fussing
When Andy sees Pete in the hall, he punches his shoulder then fusses his hair.
If there’s some kind of problem, he fusses his hair first, then punches his shoulder
They have an unspoken agreement with the old ladies that live above them not say anything when they see the boys sneak back in through the window
Tobey is the least sneaky, he makes a lot of noise
Tobey’s organic webs are an anomaly in the family
They develop the web fluid for Andy and Pete from his webs
Toxic masculinity? Never heard of her
I really wanna put Miles in this somehow but that would be few years into the spidermaning tm and I wanna start this around a few months in
Peter’s spidey isn’t openly trans because it’s nobody’s business but they agree to do an interview and the interviewer says something transphobic and the other boys are like “oh she had it coming” and Peter just laughs and looks at the camera and says, “I’m trans dumbass”
For pride month, they spider man with bi flags as capes
Pete and Andy walk to school together every day because it gives them a bit of normality
Tobey on the other hand has unlimited webbing and swings wherever he wants
None of them will admit they are hurt so they always drag each other to the hospital where they have an agreement with Dr Cristine Palmer on behalf of Dr Stephen Strange to patch them up and not say anything
They’re about to go into a big battle and Andy just grabs his brothers shoulders and says “I love you guys”
(They say it back)
Tobey refers to them as his baby brothers and Peter refers to them as his big brothers. Andrew calls them each respectively
When Pete first brings MJ home Andy gets all fake offended when he doesn’t introduce them
“Peter where are your manners young man”
“UGH MJ these are my brothers, Andrew and Tobey”
“Thank you.”
Tobey chaprones homecoming much to his brothers’ dismay
A convo that absolutely happened
Pete: “Is it still ok to kill spiders now?”
Andy: “yeah… wait”
Tobey: “OH MY GOD IS IT”
Matt Murdock is a family friend and he stops by for dinner every once and a while(very often May’s microwave dinners and taste in takeout is very good)
They throw his laundry in with theirs because he doesn’t have that much clothes(usually it’s in the same wash as the spidersuits so all the blood gets out together)
They also groccery shop for him sometimes because the stores don’t have brail
He knows about the boys being spidermen and Daredevil is seen teaming up with them on a regular basis
I like to think he has a cordinated high five with all three of them
He comes over for Christmas dinner
Along with the Moraleses(I snuck my boy in there) because they are also family friends
Wade joins the year that he starts dating Tobey ‘cause he has no family
Tobey wraps all presents that aren’t for him because Andy and Pete suck at it and Aunt May gets overwhelmed
I’ll add more when I come up with it and add the ao3 link when I write it
Request to be @ed when I post and I will try my best to
#nwh spoilers#spider man no way home#andrew garfield#tom holland#tobey maguire#spider man#spider men au#matt murdock#spideychelle#parksborn#spideypool#vyas stupid hyper specific rants
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Bee
Fandom: Marvel
Pairing: Stucky x Reader; platonic!uncle!Tony
Summary: Reader is teetering the edge of a slip when her buddies Sam and Clint are mean to her, daddy stucky to the rescue
Warnings: age regression, scary bees, bottle, pacifier, anxiety, a little violence, angry!Steve (not at you), mean!sam and mean!clint, I may have missed some, read at your own risk
Word count: 2.2K
A/N: I had fun with this one! I hope you like it!
Disclaimer for my blog!
Life with Bucky and Steve was great, you'd officially been together for about a year, and they'd been your daddies about half that time. You didn't always regress, just when the world got a little too big and you needed to leave it all behind. The avengers didn't know about your coping mechanism, at your own request, save for Tony who has programmed Friday to detect when you're little and were about to do something that babies shouldn't do, such as cooking or showering because babies makes messes and get hurt. It was something you'd kept private and to yourself for a long time, and it took months to feel comfortable enough to talk with Steve and Bucky about it. You weren't always feeling little, and had the capability of being a very vital part to the team, but on your days off, it was easy to find yourself slipping into that headspace.
That's how you got to sitting on the balcony, slowly slipping into that headspace after a difficult mission. You'd woken up between Steve and Bucky, crawling out of the bed quietly, not quite feeling small but you know it's coming. Clint and Sam find you outside, sunbathing and staring at the clouds. Sam is the first one to come outside, Clint following close behind.
"Mornin' sunshine," Sam sits next to you, Clint moving to the other side of you, relaxing in his seat, Sam holding out a glass to you, "want some lemonade? I know that coffee makes you jittery on your days off." You take the glass, smiling at the yellow straw poking up from the top, "Thank you! And a straw!" You twiddle with it gently, pulling it out to take a sip. "Gosh," your shoulders sag and your head leans back in ecstasy, "Clint's lemonade is the best, thank you." Clint pointedly looks at Sam, smug, "Why thank you Y/n, I'm blushing." Sam scoffs, "You wouldn't have even made it if I didn't beg!" Clint shrugs, "I made food," he looks to you, "speaking of," he has you a plate with a sausage and egg biscuit. You tentatively take it from him, "Oh thank you, are you sure?" Clint laughs, leaning back in his seat, "Yeah, honey, me and Sam already had some."
Once you finish your biscuit, you're back to staring at the pretty sky, sipping on your lemonade listening to Sam and Clint bicker back and forth. A bee comes out of nowhere, eliciting a small yelp from you and you're quickly standing from your seat. They're laughing, which hurt your feelings, the fear of the bee causing you to slip fully. You try to go inside but hear Sam speak to the AI, "Friday, lock patio doors under code Falcon," before you make it to the door. When you pull on it the door won't budge. "Sam," your voice is meek, "that's not funny," you whine and shake the door again, getting nervous over the buzzing around your lemonade on the table. "Friday, open the door." Clint laughs again, "It's just a bee, you've been shot before and you can't handle a bee?" A tear slips down your face, and you feel your heartbeat pick up.
You shake on the door, trying to get away from your mean friends, wiping a tear away, "Open the door Sam." He's laughing, he thinks this is funny, "It's just a bee, it'll be gone in a minute Y/n, it's fine." You shake the door more violently, and it's clear Sam wasn't going to open the door. You bring your hand to the bracelet that lays around your wrist, a fail safe if something is wrong, to immediately notify Steve and Bucky that you need them. You find the tiny sun charm, pressing the tiny button that notifies your daddies of your state of mind and that you're in trouble, different from the other charm, a moon, who notifies your boyfriends of an emergency.
Bucky is the first one to hear Friday, "Mr. Barnes, Mr. Rogers," he groans groggily, "Friday, it's too early for this, what is it?" Bucky reaches over to find just Steve, no tiny baby to love on as he hears Friday once more, "I am sorry Mr. Barnes, but it seems munchkin has requested your presence with signs of distress." Bucky's eyes snap open at the use of the programmed name for when you're in your little space, throwing the covers off and slapping Steve's shoulder. "Bucky, what the-" Steve stops when he realizes that Bucky is already out the door, he's quickly behind him, not bothering to put a shirt on, as Bucky hadn't.
"Friday, where is munchkin?" Bucky spits, FRIDAY speaking up once more, "Munchkin is on the patio with Mr. Wilson and Mr. Barton." Their brows crunch together in confusion, Steve finally speaking up on their way to the patio, sleep still heavy in his voice, "Is something wrong?" Bucky shrugs nervously, "Friday said she was showing signs of distress." The system speaks up once more, "That is correct. Munchkin's heart rate seems to be elevated and she is showing signs of high stress. She notified me by her emergency contact Sun Ray." At this, Bucky and Steve speed up, trying to get to you as quickly as possible.
The bee is still there, attracted not only to the lemonade, but the brightly colored pajamas keeping its attention as it flies back and forth between you and the lemonade. When it flies towards you, you hide in the corner of the patio, screaming, running to the other corner to hide from it when it follows you, a tear streaking down your face. Sam sees the stray tear, immediately his stomach sinking while you're piddling with your bracelet, ignoring the tears on your face, not hearing Sam when he stands and calls out gently, "Friday unlock the doors." Sam's in front of you, "Let's go inside, come on." When he reaches for you, you flinch back from him, causing his heart to break a little. You're now frantically pushing the button on your charm.
"Mr. Rogers, Mr. Barnes, munchkin has sent a distress call 13 times, up to 17, 23," and then they're at the doors to the patio, slinging them open.
Bucky takes in your appearance, you look afraid, tears freely streaming down your face, now surrounded by Clint and Sam, who are violently moved by Bucky. He's lifting you by your thighs, bringing them around his waist, glaring at Sam and Clint before carrying you inside. When you're back inside, feeling the rush of AC, you let loose, heavy thick tears falling with sobs. "Shhh my little bunny, I've got you."
Steve remains on the porch, staring at a shell shocked Sam and Clint, "What happened?" They shrug, "It was just a bee, we didn't know it would scare her so bad." Steve rolls his eyes at the men, following Bucky back to your room. When he gets there, you're straddling Bucky on the bed, hands tucked under you, fists balled up tightly, hiccuping sobs. "'S mean," Bucky is rubbing your back, shushing softly while you try to explain what happened, "wouldn't let me 'nside daddy, I try." More sobs erupt from you, Steve's brow furrowing, wondering what you meant.
"Friday, show me what happened with munchkin on the patio before Sun Ray was activated." He watches as the TV screen starts playing the scene, fury creeping up in his bones, while Bucky continued to console you, but matching the fire Steve has in his eyes. Steve saunters out of the room when the TV shuts off, heading straight for Sam and Clint. Bucky holds you closer when you whimper, "Oh doll, dada will be right back, he's just gonna go get you something to drink." You continue to sob, you refused to take your pacifier, dropping it out of your mouth every time he tried to put it in, sobs not allowing it to stay. "Baby baby baby, you're okay, that little bee isn't gonna getcha in here, only daddy." He tries to tickle you, but you just sob louder. He's thankful for the soundproof walls, knowing you don't like to draw attention.
Steve finds Sam and Clint in the common room with Nat and Tony. Tony stands when he sees Steve, anger on his face still shirtless. Steve comes up from behind Sam and Clint, grabbing their shirts roughly, pulling them up and off the couch, feet dangling a foot above the floor, turning them to face him. They're shouting, trying to get Steve to let go. Tony is trying to pull Sam away from him, Nat trying to hit his weak spots so he will drop Clint but he doesn't budge.
"Did you think it was funny?" Steve spits, bringing his face closer to theirs, "Did you? You think it was funny when she cried? Think it was funny when she screamed and pulled on the door? How would you feel huh? If someone laughed at you because you were scared? If your friends laughed at you?" Tony and Nat are confused, "Steve calm down, what happened?" Steve scowls, overpowering the men easily as he turns them around, still holding them in the air. "Friday, pull up the patio clip and my bedroom feed on the common room television."
"Voice identification confirmed. One moment." The video starts playing, but all they can hear are your sobs, not able to hear the small consoling your daddy is trying or the talk from the patio clip as it plays. "Is it still funny bird boy? Is it still funny when you know you're the reason she's like this? No? Good." Steve throws them down on the couch, Tony is furious, Nat is scolding them, and Steve's on his way into the kitchen.
Tony follows Steve after shutting off the video feed, Nat still scolding the two perpetrators. Steve is piddling around, heating up some milk in the microwave. "You okay man?" Tony asks, placing a hand on his back, when Steve glares at him Tony sighs. "Man you can't go back to her seething like this." Steve lets out a huff, "I've never wanted to throttle someone like I do right now." He grabs the milk from the microwave, mixing some hot chocolate power in it, something that frequently happens when you're having a very bad day. Tony hands Steve a bottle, hidden in a thin cabinet, only unlocked by four people in the tower; Uncle Tony, your daddies, and you. "She's your baby, and she hasn't stopped crying because her buddies were mean to her and she doesn't understand, if you go in there angry, she will think you're mad at her." Tony chides, Steve, resonating with Tony's words, takes a deep breath, filling up your bottle and continuing to shake it. "Want me to come cheer her up with you?" Steve sighs, "Let us calm her down a bit, get her feeling right and we'll play some games later yeah?" Tony starts to rummage through the fridge, "Have Friday notify me." Steve nods, leaving Tony and going back to his baby.
When he opens the door, you're still crying, but when Steve sits he pulls you into his lap, holding you like a baby and rocking you. "Shhh, it's okay baby, I know they were mean, but papa's here now. It's okay," he's rubbing your face gently, your sobs turned to weak whimpers. "That's it baby, you want some milk?" You nuzzle into his chest, Bucky taking a sip of the bottle making sure it's not too hot and gives it back to Steve. He holds the tip to your lips, you instantly wrap your lips around it and hum happily.
"There she is, sweet girl," his fingers tangle in your hair, massaging your scalp gently while Bucky rubs your legs with a feather light touch. You hiccup on the milk, Steve moving it away from you and wiping away a stray tear. Your fingers clutch around his shoulder, whining, "Papa." He coos at you, "Drinking too fast aren't we love?" You let out another whine, your bottom lip wobbling, "Pease papa." He traces your jawline before bringing the bottle back to your lips, "Slower, you hear me dove?" You nod gently, closing your eyes and continuing to drink the bottle.
You're teetering on the edge of sleep, Steve wiping away a drop of milk that finds its way to the corner of your mouth. He takes the bottle very carefully, stopping when you suck on it a little harder, trying to hold it in your mouth. "Bunny," Bucky's voice sings to you, "let daddy have that, okay?" Steve tries to pull it away again, this time with no fight, Bucky pressing your pacifier to your lips, which you take happily. He clips it to the top of your pajama shirt so if you drop it, it'll stay relatively within reach. "Friday, put on munchkins lullaby playlist."
Soft music starts playing through the room, bringing you all the way under, soft snores against Steves chest alerting them to your slumber. "Mr. Rogers, Mr. Barnes, Mr. Wilson and Mr. Barton are outside, requesting entrance." Bucky rolls his eyes as he slides back down into the bed, "Friday, decline entrance and leave us be to nap for an hour." Steve moves you to Bucky, your sleeping form habitually wrapping around him and his warmth. Steve huddles behind you, wrapping his arm over you and resting it on Bucky, rubbing small circles. "She's gonna be a handful today," Steve comments, letting Bucky know that he thinks today is going to be one of those days where you regress further than usual. "She's gonna have such a good time with Tony." Bucky laughs, his eyes flutter shut, "Don't count her daddies short."
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Hi sweetie! Can I request some fluff with Steve? The reader and Bucky are becoming really good friends and Steve it's really happy but kinda jealous about it so she reassures him that he's the only one she's in love with :)
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Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky x Reader (platonic)
Warnings: 18+ fluff.
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Steve’s hands were balled up into fists as his eyes remained trained on the TV in front of him though his ears were persistently listening to your muffled laughter floating in from the very next room.
While your giggles were one of his favourite things ever, it was the fact that his best friend was the one who had you in splits that was bothering him.
You had been spending a lot of your free time with Bucky, helping him settle in his new apartment, making sure he was up to date with the ‘new world’. That may have included trips to the grocery store that led to lunches and so on.
Steve couldn’t help but feel like that young boy from Brooklyn who women often easily overlooked.
“Are you sure you don’t want to come in for a cup of coffee?”
This made him stand up and walk over to the door, cross his arms over his chest and lean against the frame like he usually did while watching you kiss Bucky on the cheek and pull him for a hug.
“Oh no, thank you doll. Besides I wouldn’t want to steal you from Grandpa over there.” Bucky chucked, nodding towards Steve who held a stiff smile as his eyes flitted towards Bucky’s hand draped loosely over your waist.
“Last time I checked we’re both grandpas, pal.”
“I don’t know Steve, I’m still pretty spry.”
“Alright boys, you’re both grandpas but still drop-dead gorgeous alright? I’m the winner here.”
You intervened, rolling your eyes before walking over to your boyfriend, calling to the former Winter Soldier to confirm the plans for the weekend. Closing the door behind you, your brows furrowed as Steve skipped his usual greeting.
His arms remained folded tight as he took a seat on the couch, his back facing you as you approached slowly, wrapping your arms around his shoulder and pressing a soft kiss to his cheek.
“Penny for your thoughts, Mr Rogers?”
“Aren’t we supposed to go to that new restaurant you wanted me to try out this weekend?” His voice seemed soft but aloof while those baby blues you loved so much were fixed on the ground.
“Oh! I totally forgot about that! I promised your best friend I’d help him set up his kitchen, he’s bought a new microwave and everything. Maybe we could go after and take Bucky as well?”
When your question was met with an almost inaudible huff, you walked around and placed yourself in Steve’s lap, a teasing smile playing on your lips as you wrapped your arms around him once more. Finally understanding the real reason for that pouty face.
“I’m listening…”
You prodded when he let out a sigh and didn’t meet your eyes.
“You seem to have a good time with Bucky, he makes you laugh and you guys hang out a lot, I just thought—”
“I’d leave you and be with him?”
You weren’t sure if you wanted to be irked by this or kiss all of Steve’s insecurities away. Given the moment, you chose the latter and placed your legs on either side of his, straddling his lap and draping his arms around your waist.
“Steve, look at me. I want you to know and get fixed in that pretty little head of yours that I there’s no one else in the world that I love than you. Bucky and I get along well, that doesn’t mean I prefer him over you. That would never happen. Okay?”
You gently nudged his face, offering a reassuring smile before pressing a soft kiss on his lips, watching relief spread over his features as his grip on around you tightened.
“Besides, I could never leave America’s ass. It’s too damn perfect.”
He made a face at your choice of words but chuckled, pulling you in for another kiss. Gripping your thighs securely, he stood up from the couch and began making way towards your bedroom.
“Time to sleep already, grandpa?” You teased, carding your fingers through his soft, blonde hair.
“Time to make you eat your words.”
Thank you for the request, dear anon! It was nice writing for Steve for a change :)
#steve rogers x reader#steve rogers x you#steve rogers fluff#steve rogers fanfiction#steve rogers imagine#marvel fanfiction#captain america fluff#bucky x female reader#captain america one shot#steve rogers one shot#mostly marvel musings
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how to write an essay (tommyinnit x fem reader)
a/n : may i wish a very happy birthday to tommy... look at him being one year closer to a 18 year old! my boy’s getting big. big. big man.
“well... Thomas. that was an interesting essay...” said the english teacher quite unsurely. Tommy still stood in front of the whole class, his arms crossed in a very i-don’t-want-to-be-here manner.
“but... i’m sure you could have done better. i will not be telling your mark now, as you all know very well they’ll be announced next thursday.” the teacher finished, as a piercing silence lingered in the class.
however, one person was quite eager, hand up in the air, showing very clearly that their question is really important. the teacher sighed:
“yes, Y/n?”
the girl smiled in a very sickly sweet way:
“thank you, mister Wilson. i would like to start off with how unprofessionaly you reacted to Tommy’s essay. even if a kid did bad on their work, teachers should show the mistakes in a calm and subtle way, as i’m sure that was taught while you were learning to become an educator.”
the whole class gaped at Y/n’s words - that was obviously not the way someone should talk to a teacher, but everyone seemed to like it, as unbelievable smiles appeared on their faces. Tommy, on the other hand, was standing in a complete trance.
“Y/n, i-” started mister Wilson, but he was immediately cut off by Y/n’s wave of words:
“second of all, mister Wilson. i am sure i’m not the only one in this class who thinks Tommy’s essay was really nice. am i?” she looked around her, searching for approval on her classmates’ faces. a lot of them nodded. Tommy still stood in mild shock.
“and third and last of all!” called Y/n in a sing-a-song voice, “i am having terrible period cramps, so can i go to the nurse’s office?” she finished, head on her hands and an adorable smile on her face.
everyone laughed, some people whistled and clapped. this was quite a show.
“you may go Y/n- but i will have a talk with you after class.” the teacher said, obviously trying to sound threatening.
“woohoo, can’t wait!” Y/n said, punching the air triumphantly as her classmates laughed again. she left the classroom with a bang of the door.
~~~~lil time skip for ya’ll~~~~
Y/n exited the nurse’s office with her tummy feeling a bit better. she made her way over to the next classroom she’ll be having a class in and unlocked her phone, starting to scroll through social media.
“hey.” someone said, suddenly appearing by her shoulder. the girl looked around and saw Tommy with a nervous grin, clutching his backpack straps.
“well hello there, mister my-essay’s-really-good-but-my-dumbass-teacher-won’t-tell-me-that!” Y/n said, putting her phone in her hoodie’s pocket, showing she is open for a conversation. Tommy laughed:
“i just wanted to thank you that you stood up for me during english. that was really pog- i meant cool of you.” he corrected himself nervously. Y/n just giggled and told him to continue.
“yeah well... i would have done that myself but i have quite a history with saying rude shit to my teachers and i’m scared of my mom, so...” Tommy laughed, and the girl laughed along with him.
“yeah. i get you man. who wouldn’t be?”
“true. well, i don’t know if it’s a gift for standing up for me or because you so gladly announced to the whole class that you’re having cramps, but...” the boy took out a bag of hot pockets from his pocket and handed it to Y/n, “i like to believe it’s because of both reasons.”
“awee, that is like, so sweet of you! thanks!” the girl said happily.
“sure thing. i know this teachers’ room that’s always unlocked for some reason and there’s a microwave there, wanna go heat your hot pocket there?” Tommy asked, pointing to the direction with his thumb.
“yeah dude, let’s go! i’m starving.” Y/n laughed. Tommy smiled and started leading the way.
“oh and by the way. about the “pog” thing. you shouldn’t apologize. after all, i’d also use it accidentaly if i was a twitch streamer with like 5 million followers!” the girl said, punching his arm playfully.
“wait- you know me?” Tommy asked, quite startled,
“yeah, of course! everyone knows you!”
“heh- i guess i’m just not used to people treating me like a normal human being even if they recognized me.” Tommy said, chuckling to himself. he looked at the big smile on Y/n’s face and finally believed that he has met someone very unique and different - in a good way.
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