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thefoolishone666 · 6 days

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Kickin Chicken once said

@hiwelcometothemonstersancturary gave me the go to do this, which is mistake one for them, so here is my go at giving them what they encouraged while I pray it works well. And if not...well I at least tried.

* (Refering to Bobby) She is called Captain Heartbeat cause she will squeeze love out of your heart...and blood, but mostly love.

* (After speaking pr-bt for a 2 minutes) You ever forget your first language?

* Mods, take their swimming privileges away and put them in the pool.

* I would go evil, but I am going to follow dad's steps of being good...plus I saw they went shoe shopping so...

* What do you mean I can't seduce myself!?

* (Loud thud off Camera) PERCEPÇÃO DE PROFUNDIDADE!

* Our ship has a pool, an omelet bar, tons of rooms for you to sleep in, one would say that is a cruise, to which I say, fair, but have you seen the plank, cause I am about to get you real familiar with it.

* I heard some demons were touched starved. I got more than enough buckshot to help with that.

* Bubba, reading chat: "Kickin isn't the sharpest knife in the group," Well that is rude...

Kickin: I did eat packing peanuts when I was younger to be fair.

Everyone in room:

Kickin:...Wait is this new information for you?

Everyone: YES!?

* Wonder how many people come on to see me stream thinking "Oh hey, the voice actor for Kickin does streaming," or "Hey is this the official channel for the Smiling Critters show?" And they just come in on me saying something like, "I HAVE BUILT A TO SCALE JOLLY ROGER WITH POPSICLE STICKS!"

* Hey Theo, it's you! (Gets empty bottle thrown at head) Ow.

* White is the color of evil, cause nothing exists in it! Delight taught me that!

* I would cry, but I am too dehydrated to do such a thing. (Goes to drink some water, pauses, puts water bottle back down)

* It is always funny to see people react to my complete indifference to horrible stuff.

* I needed to find a way to get a gambling addiction, so I thought space could have the answer.

* (Seeing Bubba being affected by the blue screen) Bubba, I know you always wanted to become the one thing I love, but this is ridiculous!

* I am just saying revenge is amazing, ok? Yeah, you gain a tremendous amount of regret sometimes, but it is amazing.

* Cool motive bro, still murder!

* (In response to Angel giving them food) It hasn't been that long since I started streaming, it has only been...5 hours...

* This is my favorite bird. (Holds up middle finger before pointing to self) It is the chicken.

* (Wearing VR) The future is today!...I might need it adjusted though.

* Does dying take away time away from my vacation days?

* IT IS ALL A CONSPIRACY TO END ME! IF NO ONE EVER HEARS FROM ME AGAIN, IT IS CAUSE THEY KILLED ME, CHOPPED ME UP, AND FED ME TO THE WOLVES DANG IT!

* Fursuits are getting so good you can now subject yourself to your own form of trauma to fuse into it. Brought to you by Playtime.

* I have seen the internet and honestly, have seen worse. Which is saying alot.

* (Looks at Candy Cat in his lap before looking at camera)...Help. me.

* Theo: You finally did it! Did it help when you imagined it was me you were fighting?

Kickin: Not at all...worked when it was Dogday though.

Dogday: WHAT DID I DO?

Kickin: Hell if I know. As long as it works though.

* (Playing I Expect You to Die, dies trying to do an action pose)...(Starts singing the James Bond theme notes)

* (Reacting to "Unnecessary Feelings") Bubba, I was promised a crime drama, not a reminder that no one in this house knows how to feeling well, including us!

* I would boop you, but I don't want a pirate hook this early in my character development.

* William then preceded to commit several hours of joy, on at least an entire classroom of kids to learn why death does.

* You can have one hit Hoppy...Ah não, ela tem uma cadeira!

* Don't worry, I won't hurt you, I am just going to turn into a nuke to fall on you.

* (Stares at camera while winding music box)

* Chica, you wouldn't hurt your brother, would you? Or would you want me to be you and Foxy's kid, whichever makes you more merciful on me.

* I am here to break the stereotype that parrots can only be pirates and no other reasons at all.

* (Refering to how much money he has in game) $60!? I can finally afford 1 AAA video game! (Pulls up Balan Wonderworld steam page) I am going to buy this one guys!

* Kickin, coming into Crafty's stream: You mind if I borrow a picture.

Crafty: Uh sure...Why?

Kickin, taking one of the monsters: A reminder.

Crafty: A reminder of what?

Kickin: Of who in this family is an actual threat. (Leaves without elaboration)

* Don't make fun of me, I will cry will I beat you up.

* We don't even own a game cube, I just want to find a copy of Skies of Arcadia to display.

* When you get into a certain mindset for so long, it is so jarring to have to go into a different line of think, like you just suddenly ask, "Wait I don't have to ration this sandwich for the entire year?"

* WHY DID I LET THEO TALK ME INTO PLAYING THIS!?

* I am still surprised I recovered so well from all of that.

* What would the others do without me? Minus not having a heart attack everyday.

* I SURVIVED THAT FACTORY FOR OVER 10 YEARS, I WILL NOT LET A SLIDING PUZZLE DEFEAT ME!

* Have good night everyone! I don't remember how I end these...I will make you walk the plank! No, that is not it...

#is it clear I used Google translate cause I don't know the language?#i am very sorry for that #poppy playtime #smiling critters #au #smiling critters arg #smiling critters poppy playtime #kickinchicken #poppy worldwide

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bugkos · 1 year

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Agere Fic: Comfort After A Long Day

Good day everyone! I am here again to give content. I would also like to say. I'm new to Tumblr but if a DM system exists and a regressor or a caregiver would like to reach out to me I would love to chat with anyone. :D

This story will contain a reader with neutral pronouns and a caregiver with neutral pronouns with the exception of being called "mama"

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After what felt like a long long day you wanted nothing more than to just return home to your lovely caregiver. Day's of busyness all surrounding grown up adult things is weighing very heavily on your mental state. Driving home you can feel your brain regressing. You push it off until you finally pull into your driveway and get out of your car. Tears build in your eyes and they quickly start to fall and trail down your face. You unlock your front door and stumble into your home.

"Hey welcome home hun" You hear your caregiver say rounding the corner. Instantly you breakdown falling to your knees and sobbing into the floor.

"Oh goodness sweetheart what's wrong" they come down to your level and lightly grab your shoulders.

As soon as you feel their touch you jump forward into them and grip onto them. "mama" you cry

"Oh baby" you hear them say, sympathy in their tone. They pull you into their lap and wrap their arms around you. Resting their head on top of yours they subtly begin rocking back and forth. "It's okay little one. I'm here. I got you"

They pause for a moment letting you cry into them. "You did such a good job baby. You got so much big stuff done I'm so proud of you. Once you're ready baby we can go put on a show and mama can get you some snacks and juice"

You sat in a comfortable silence with your caregiver for a while. They kept subtly rocking you and occasionally brushing your hair with their hand. Once you begin calming down they lift your face up softly. Running their thumb along your cheek they brush your slowly falling tears away.

"There's my cutie" they say smiling at you. Quickly, they boop the tip of your nose. Small giggles interrupt your quieting cries an you lean into their shoulder to hide your face.

"Aw no where'd my cute little peanut go"

"'m here mama" you say into their shoulder, giggles erupting out of you.

"My goodness where could they have gone"

You pop up off their shoulder giggling. "Mama 'm here"

"Aww there's my peanut" they say ruffling your hair. "You ready for some snacks"

Instantly you jump to your feet with a huge smile on your face. "Ya! Ya! Mama come come! Snacks together"

You grab onto them and pull trying to get them to move faster. Their giggles mix with yours as they get to their feet and let you pull them along to the kitchen.

"Alright alright. Hold on little one" your caregiver says as you start throwing open doors. "Let's get you something that won't be super messy on the carpet"

"FRUIT SNACK" you shout excitedly pulling them out of the pantry.

"That works, just not too many alright"

You nod as you grab a small handful of packets and hand them over to your caregiver. They smile and take the softly, settling them into their pocket.

"Alright, now for juice. Apple?"

"Ya!"

You wiggle in place with excitement. They pull open a drawer and grab out a sippy cup before pulling out the large jug of apple juice. Getting more excited you bounce up and down while babbling nonsense. Your caregiver keeps an eye on you while they put together your drink.

"Alright peanut lets go find something to watch huh"

"YAY" you scramble over to the couch quickly plopping yourself down and swinging your legs. Closely behind you your caregiver sits down as well. They grab a blanket throwing it over you and loosely wrapping you up into it. They then throw their arm over you and pull you into them. Turning on your favorite show they fed you snacks and drink whenever you ask. They watch you and smile. It's full of love and they are glad they provide such comfort for you. They love you and you love them.

Yay I did it. Omg this one. Oh it makes my little brain happy and gives me the happy wiggles.

mwah mwah -Bug

#agere #agere comfort #little space #sfw #sfw age regression #age regression #age regressor #comfort #age regression community #agere fic #age regression fic

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justaloserwhowrites · 2 years

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Hopeful Part 6

A/N: It's been so long since I've wrote, and this story has been really fun for me to write. Thank you to everyone who has been liking and reblogging this. It means so much to me.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!Avenger!Reader

Warnings: death, grief, disappearance (side note: these warnings are for the series as a whole)

Lunch went well, and Steve, Nat, and Scott were sent on their way home. What they had brought up was stuck in Tony's mind, intruding and tempting him. Tony had to figure it out. He knew it would be risky, but Tony would never turn down a challenge, especially one of his intelligence. It was his one flaw.

Not being able to sleep, he settles on heading down to the living room, but stop at the door to the room he had set up for you. He sits on the looking at one picture on the way. It was from when you were Morgan's age. You had on a Black Sabbath shirt and a pair of Tony's aviators that hung on your small face crooked.

"I'm sorry, kiddo. When I was a hero to the world, you were mine. I failed you, (Y/N)." He hung his head with shame and guilt. He rises from the bed, and exits the room.

Deciding that he wasn't going to flip through the channels, he makes his way to garage and starts his calculations. He tries over and over from midnight to dawn. He was tired, but then he never could relax. He makes enough coffee for an Olympic team. He goes about his normal daily duties, thinking about the equation and mechanics of it all day long.

As nighttime rolls around, he offers to put Morgan to bed. She gets in, and Tony brings the blanket up to her chin. She snuggles in and closes her eyes. Tony exits, turning off the lights and leaving the door slightly cracked.

As he finishes the dishes from dinner, he walks over to the shelf with the collective photos of you and Peter. Just like that, he's off to the garage again, trying new methods to solve the equations he had made.

"Allright, let's try one last sim in the shape of a Mobius strip inverted." Tony tells the AI.

He waits in suspense, but, when FRIDAY tells him that the simulation was successful he is blown away.

"Shit," he happily exclaims.

"Shit," a small voice repeats from the stairs.

"Uh. No. We don't say that word because it's mommy's word. She coined it." Tony babbles out, clearly startled.

"Shit." Morgan says again with her little laughter.

"Alright, potty mouth. Let's get you back up to bed." He attempts to get her up, but she wiggles around pointing at the hologram.

"What's that, Daddy?"

"That's some important shit." He smirks at her. "Let's head to bed."

Once in her bed again, she asks, "Daddy, can you tell me a story?"

"Uhh- Sure. Once upon a time, the end."

"No, a real story." She pouts.

"Okay. Let's see. There was one time your big sister, (Y/N), broke Uncle Happy's nose. (Y/N) and I were working on a project for the science, and she wanted to make mini rockets. So, I helped her make rockets that would fly around in a circle and land on the table. We worked on it, and it was almost done until Uncle Happy came scared her. She hit the button, the rocket tipped, and flew right at Happy's face." He laughs as he boops Morgan on the nose making her laugh.

"Daddy, where is (Y/N)?" Oh boy. Here it was.

"She's lost, sweetie. We can't find her, but hopefully she'll be coming home soon. Alright, it's time for bed. I love you, peanut."

"I love you, 3,000"

"3,000. Wow. Go to sleep or I'll sell all your toys."

He chuckles as he turns off the light again. He strolls downstairs and sits down next to Pepper.

"You know she says she loves me 3,000."

"Oh, yeah?" Pepper asks.

"Yeah. She said you were somewhere in the 6 to 900 range." He jokes.

He starts a conversation about what she's reading, but he doesn't have any interest in that.

"I figured it out, by the way."

"And so we're on the same page, you're talking about?"

"Time travel." He says somewhat hesitant.

"Tony, that's- that's amazing... and terrifying."

"Yeah. It is."

"You know, when we lost them, it was extremely hard, especially on you."

"I know."

"It was extremely hard for a lot of people."

"I can't save everyone."

"It seems like you can, Tony."

"I could put an end to it though. Put a pin in it, right now. And not risk anymore loss. I could go to bed and never even mention it."

"Tony, would you be able to rest knowing you could save them?" And there it was. The exact words he knew were true but still needed to hear. He could save the two people that he couldn't save before.

#peter x reader #peter parker one shot #mcu #avengers #spiderman imagine #spiderman x reader #peter parker #peter parker fluff #peter parker imagines #peter parker imagine #peter parker oneshot #tom holland imagine #tony stark daughter #tony stark #tony stank #tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland fluff

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absolutebl · 3 years

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This Week In BL

May 2021 Part 1

Being a highly subjective assessment of one tiny corner of the interwebs.

Ongoing Series - Thai

Second Chance Ep 6 fin - Chris & Jeno were TOO CUTE we got ALL the tropes: parental passing on the torch of care (a rare one), hair drying, hair touching, the prom with everyone was in adorable suits (Tang Yi approves), GOOD kisses, confessions galore, boop (+ bonus pool boop), tumblr now thinks they’re lesbians (new trope I’ve just decided on), claiming, rooftop assignation. Conclusion? This is one of the best BL pulps I’ve seen in a really long time. We are PLEASED!

Y-Destiny Ep 7 - a pretty classic take on the “reformed player/rake” romance trope plus a ton of BL visuals like back hug, messy eater, rooftop assignation, and pillow clutch (a Cheewin signature). Cheewin sure knows his tropes (he should, he started a lot of them and his YYY Special is nothing but a trope parody pastiche, it’s Absolute BL before Absolute BL and A LOT weirder).

Lovely Writer Ep 11 - The casting closet has come to play. I really like that LW is taking the industry and fans to task. It’s hard to watch sometimes, but it SHOULD be a little squirmy and uncomfortable. This was an excellent Episode 11 and we all suffered for it. I hope they can resolve it well in the finale. They’ve done great work so far, I trust them.

Close Friend Ep 3: (Willing or Not) - sports kinda romance, it was cute because MaxNat are cute together, but it reminded me a lot of their arc in Why R U, which is to say, short and somewhat forgettable.

Fish Upon The Sky Ep 5 - am I over this? I think I might be over it. Not into the punching down humor in terms of femme or Sikhs, I don’t like Pi, and found myself fast-forwarding through most of this ep. Mostly I only watch when Mork is on screen. I wanna know why Mork likes Pi so much, but that’s all I’m interested in. Tons of tropes but I’m not even motivated to screen cap, which is saying something. Look, the characters pretty much lack motivation and so I’m losing sympathy.

Nitiman Ep 1 - oh I like it. This is the standard Thai BL delicious trash I know and love. 2 Moons university setting pastiche, check! Engineering students = gay, check! Instant hate vrs instant love, check! Seme vrs tsundere uke, check! Plus the side dishes are tasty. I’m disposed to be pleased, especially as Fish is disappointing. Sadly they insisted on singing, but you can’t have everything.

Love Area Ep 1 - I’m not holding this post just for one BL that I’m not sure if I’ll be able to find tomorrow, so I’ll let you know how it is next week.

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Nobleman Ryu’s Wedding (Korea) Ep 7-8 fin - so flipping cute, their little smiles, just GAH. Bit of a dead fish kiss but I don’t care because I loved this tiny show full of soft bois and no one saying anything directly (except our man with the poetry, I hope he finds his true love). Adorable.

Papa & Daddy (Taiwan) Ep 3 - HOW IS THIS SHOW SO WHOLESOME? This is possibly the cutest thing on air right now (and I don’t actually like children). Just GAH! The actual Taipei pride footage. I didn’t even mind all the product placement (I happen to like that bubbly myself). It’s just so cute. Everyone should be watching this. It will make you feel so good and happy. Not gonna lie, this ep is ALL about queer found family and I might have ugly cried over the teddy bear at the end - in a good way. *** Quick note because I think it’s super important: in 2020 Taiwan Pride was called March for the World. Why? Because Taiwan managed to control C19 better than any other country, they were the only country able to hold pride safely, so they did it for all of us. I don’t feel like they got enough recognition for this.

Word of Honor (China) Ep 34-36 fin - In the end, WoH turned out to be a morality tale about the superiority of agrarian society over semi-nomadic tribes combined with a message about enduring love profoundly undermined by Chinese censorship. It’s like this amazing meal. I ate my fill, and enjoyed every bite, but had a bit too much, and now I have heart burn. Am I upset about the ending? Sure am. Good for them for manipulating my emotions! Was this a great drama? Yes. Did I expect this from China? Sure did. Do i feel betrayed anyway? Sure do. I guess these things are going to have to coexist in my psyche. Along with heart burn. Here have the actual-not-really-epilogue-ending. It's wafer thin. I’m putting this one to bed. I feel like I’ve said my piece and I want to move on from 36 courses of pretty men in pretty robes full of pretty innuendoes and deadly peanuts. I’ll miss the big fuck off white fan, tho.

My Lascivious Boss (Vietnam) Ep 5 - still very much enjoying it, the secret identity lies are beginning to unravel, tension is increasing. I don’t see how they can resolve this in just one episode tho, so this series might go longer than 6 episodes (rare for Vietnam).

HIStory 4: Close To You (Taiwan) Ep 8 - I demand Boxiang & Zhigang (repping for the healthy LTR and marriage equality) show up in every HIStory installment henceforth. This was a cute ep, lots of good communication & tropes. Still not sure how I feel about the stepbrothers, but can’t complain about their chemistry (waves at TharnType). Speaking of, how awesome that Yongjie caught the man he always wanted, that man is a SUPER bossy bottom, and Yongjie is like ...

Gossip

Crazy rumor that Singto has a new BL in the works (totally unsubstantiated). It’s Still Just Us (frankly, the biggest strike against this being true is how grammatically correct the title is).

Vietnam is messing with our heads and hearts by putting the leads from Nation’s Brother and Most Peaceful Place together into a delightful little love triangle of... something or other. Honestly, I’ve no idea what this is. The actors playing around? A new series? An advertisement? What?

Breaking News

Mandee (of Why R U fame) dropped a “mini intro” for something that they’re calling Bed Friend series. HI BEER! But I thought these two (James & Net) were the side dishes for Middle Love AKA Middleman's Love. I am so confused. (Get your titles together Thailand, no one wants you going down the Taiwanese rabbit hole, mm’kay?)

Taiwan would call it: Middleman’s Middle Love: Bed Friend.

Top Secret Together got a full trailer with subs. I’m kinda over ensemble pulp pieces (like Close Friend, Bothers, Y-Destiny) but the presence of Newyear makes this one I’m still going to watch. It starts this Friday on Line TV.

Cutie Pie the series got a teaser (fundraising trailer). Arranged marriage, home/office set, Thai BL staring Zee? Sign me tf up! I am so excited, I hope they can make this happen. Deets here. (Thanks @heretherebedork for the tip.)

Next Week Looks Like This:

Some shows may be listed later than actual air date for International accessibility reasons.

Upcoming 2021 BL master post here.

Links to watch are provided when possible, ask in a comment if I missed something.

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spidernerdsblog · 3 years

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🎄First Times🎄

A/N : This is an extra for my first ever series I Forgot That You Existed. Feedback and suggestions are always welcome.

Pairing : Dad! Tom Holland x Reader

Summary : Your and Tom's first Christmas with your baby girl.

Warnings : fluff

There's something about first times. The first time riding a bicycle, first love, going on your first date, first kiss. There's an unknown excitement in it, a thrill, a feeling of adventure. Those first times will always be special. Just like your first Christmas with your baby girl.

After 3 years of marriage you and Tom are proud parents of your one and only daughter Vienna. She was the apple of your eye after all she's your first born. The first time you got to know that you were pregnant was during one of your recording sessions when you suddenly felt nauseous and had to run to the bathroom to throw up. You knew this wasn't mere food poisoning from your past experience and to be honest you and Tom had been trying for a baby for quite some time after you finally decided that you are ready to embrace motherhood again.

You were rather thrilled than scared this time while you took the test and seeing the two pink lines made your heart swell as a few tears of joy slipped your eyes. When Tom returned home you just ran into his arms to reveal the news that you were expecting and joy knew no bounds for him. He immediately lifted you up and spinned you around in the living room in excitement.

The first time you went for your check up and saw your baby girl on the monitor Tom was literally sobbing. You were being very careful this time. During the last trimester Tom didn't want to leave your side at all. You had to literally throw him out of the house (pun intended) to go for his shoots.

You couldn't believe how time flew so fast that the little human you both brought to this earth is almost a year old now. It felt like yesterday you brought her from the hospital wrapped in a blanket in your arms and now she crawls around the house as well as has learnt to stand on her little feet. You never get tired of listening to her continuous babbles with some broken words she has learnt eventually.

And not to be surprised her first word was obviously ‘Dada’ ofcourse she was daddy's girl because the way Tom has spoiled her rotten since the day she was born you really are gonna have a hard time in future saying no to her and hearing that Tom went on a shopping spree that day, if he could he would have bought the whole toy shop you thought.

Christmas was around the corner and everyone was in their festive mood. You were in the kitchen baking cookies when your husband came down the stairs hastily.

"Honey where is my Christmas jumper?" he asks from across the living room.

"Tom, what is your obsession with that old jumper? Now even the jumper also says let me go Thomas." You joke from the kitchen. Tom huffs rolling his eyes.

"That jumper carries a lot of sentimental value for me. C'mon now tell me where is it?" he whines.

"It's in the left bottom shelf of the cupboard." You yell from the kitchen.

"I already looked there."

"Then look hard it's there only." Sometimes you really feel that you are actually looking after two babies.

Tom ran upstairs again to your bedroom where your 12 months old daughter was sleeping peacefully. He searched through the cupboard and finally found his jumper but the noise he made while doing it woke Vienna up. Tom turned to see his little princess sitting up on the bed with sleepy eyes.

"Oh did I wake you up bubs? So sorry peanut. Daddy was looking for his jumper." He went and sat beside her on the bed. She instantly got up on his lap, her little hands clutching onto his t-shirt as support and standing up. Tom forgot about everything and began playing with her, her little giggles making his heart melt. After a while she started to get a little fussy and Tom knew that his baby girl was hungry.

"I know baby it's time for you to have some brekkie, let's see what mommy is doing eh."

"Look who’s up." Tom announces cheerfully walking down the stairs. You turned around and your face instantly lit up seeing your morning sunshine resting her head on her daddy's shoulder suckling her thumb.

"Aww you are up my little pumpkin wait a moment mommy is almost done" Tom strolled around the house with her. He went and stood near the glass doors overlooking his snow covered lawn.

"Look at that peanut, it's snowing isn't it beautiful." He cooed, rocking her gently in his arms making her giggle. Tom was about to slide the door open to the lawn to take her out.

"Tom it's freezing outside, V isn't wearing enough warm clothes. She will catch a cold" You stopped him.

"Your mommy is way too paranoid." Tom says rolling his eyes dramatically looking at your daughter.

"I can hear you." You say in a sing-song manner from the kitchen. Tom makes his way to you in the kitchen.

"Here I can do the rest of the batch" he offers, taking the tray from your hand."My little princess needs to be fed first." He says and you take Vienna from his arms. Tom continued with preparing the rest of the batch of cookies as you fed your daughter.

Later in the evening you were busy decorating the christmas tree with Tom when you noticed Vienna playing and tugging on to some wires. You panicked out of your motherly instinct.

"Baby no don't touch it, you'll get hurt." You came rushing, taking away the lights from her small hands. She stared at you with her doe eyes for a while before crawling away to get the other decorating stuff from the box.

"God, she's such an active baby, never sits in one place." You shake your head smiling.

"Well she's my daughter." Tom says proudly.

"Okay Billy Elliot, now go and put Billy Elliot Jr in the crib or else she will not let us set up the tree." Tom did as you said as he placed Vienna in the crib when your attention went to the lights you were holding in your hands and you frowned.

"Tom, why did you bring the bigger lights?"

"Why what's the problem with the big one?" He asks casually.

"Tom the big ones are for the lawn and the small ones are for the tree. It has always been like that." you state in disappointment.

"For a change let's put the big ones on the tree this year." He suggests.

"No way! it will look odd." you say annoyed.

"Gosh you're such a control freak." he huffs.

"No I'm not, it's just my tastes are better than yours." You retort. Soon you both began arguing and seeing the tension between her parents Vienna started crying. Both of you stopped arguing as your full attention turned to your one year old and you both felt guilty of arguing in front of her.

"Aww baby did we scare you? We are so sorry honey." You rushed to her picking her in your arms, rocking her gently pacifying her. She stopped crying after sometime. You sat down on the couch with Tom beside you.

"We shouldn’t have fought like that on such a petty issue I’m sorry I over reacted." You felt sorry.

"No it’s my fault that I messed up the lights, I’m sorry Y/N" Tom apologises

"Hey it’s ok we can put the big ones this year." Tom and you leaned in for a reconciliation kiss but was interrupted by your little munchkin’s hand as if she didn’t want you to kiss Tom.

"Someone seems to be a little possessive." You pout scrunching your nose.

"Well what can I say my little girl loves her dad more, isn’t it princess?" He boops her nose gently to which she giggles.

"Don’t flatter yourself mister." you snicker.

"Aww don’t get disheartened, love." you slap his chest playfully.

"Shut up and do the rest of the decoration I need to put her to sleep, it’s almost her nap time."

"Okay mam." You took Vienna with you to the bedroom to put her to sleep while Tom carried on with the rest of the decorations. After finishing he went upstairs to call you for watching a movie together.

"Hey Y/N" Tom popped his head through the door.

"Shh!" You hush him immediately. "She just fell asleep". You whisper.

"Sorry." He mouths. I have set up everything. He whispers.

"Okay I’ll be down in a minute." You whisper back. You went down to the living room to find two cups of tea and snacks kept on the coffee table while Tom was lounging on the couch busy choosing a christmas movie to watch for tonight. You went and sat on the couch snuggling close to him resting your head on his broad chest, he smiled wrapping his arm around you. Even though you were totally enjoying parenthood, you also cherished these alone times with your husband. Just two of you cuddled close into each other’s warm embrace. The intimacy of the moment is so soothing and relaxing after a long day. You wondered what you did to get this perfect man as your husband with whom you brought an angel in your lives. You felt you have everything you could have asked for and you are grateful. Tom noticed you lost in deep thought.

"What’s going on in this little mind?" He taps on your head lightly.

"Just can't imagine she's already one. Soon she will go to school then college and a few years later she might bring a boy for the Christmas Dinner to meet with us and then get married and have her own children" you went on as Tom perked up.

"Woah woah slow down, love. You are going way too fast forward. And moreover she isn't dating until she turns 30." He says like a protective father, you let out an airy laugh.

"Look now who's been paranoid huh?" you raise a sly brow.

"Well you know there’s a lot of no good sons of bit.."

"Uh uh language." You interrupt.

"Sons of butterflies out there." He corrected his dialogue as you both chuckle softly turning your attention back to the movie playing in front of you.

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#tom holland #tom holland one shot #tom holland x reader #tom holland fluff #tom holland imagines #tom holland x you #tom holland x y/n #dad!tom #christmas

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gloomybabygirl · 3 years

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{in my head pt.2} Poe Dameron x smuggler!reader (soulmate au)

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a/n: hi everyone! I can’t thank you enough for all the love on the first part of the series!! I was actually super nervous to post it and had my friends beta read it an unhealthy amount of times, so the feedback I’ve gotten has been wonderful :) p.s. the series tag list is open, send an ask or message if you want to be tagged for the rest!

warnings: alcohol consumption, soulmate trope, poe not clearing his throat, cliffhanger, I haven’t proofread this yet

timeline: I never established this so here we go! this is set between force awakens and last Jedi! so we’re still on D’Qar ladies, gents, and nb friends. however Miss Rey has not yet traveled to see Uncle Luke

word count: 4k oops

songs used: mr. loverman - Ricky Montgomery & the chain - Fleetwood Mac (kinda? I just listened there's no singing in this part lol)

summary: you and Poe spend some time bonding, you go on your first mission

You loved being apart of the Resistance. Waking up on D’Qar every morning was a blessing in your eyes. You had a purpose here. You’d never stayed on one planet for so long. Being on the run was your norm for the majority of your life. It was too dangerous for you to stay on one planet for too long (or stay in one region for that matter). The humid Jungle was the closest thing you’d had to a permanent home since you were a child.

That is, D’Qar was the closet thing to a physical home you’d had in years. There was one person that had no trouble making you feel at home. You could be stuck in carbonite on a bounty hunters ship and hearing your soulmate’s voice wold make you feel safe. His sweet song felt like coming home to the warm embrace of a lover.

But you hadn’t heard it in weeks. And it was starting to worry you. There had always been that nagging voice in the back of your mind telling you that he’d found someone else. But now that voice was trying to convince you of something much worse. You don’t know what you’d do if you’d spent all this time waiting for your person only to find out that something awful had happened to him.

You’d rather find out he already belonged to someone else.

You did your best to push the dark thoughts away, locking them in a box in the back of your mind. You couldn’t let yourself linger on the idea of him being dead or it would drive you insane.

There were three people that did a magnificent job of keeping your mind off of all the negative thoughts. On days when it felt like the weight of the war was resting solely on your shoulders, your friends were the ones who could help you bear it. They were always there for a joke or a long talk, if that's what you needed. Of course you were there for them as well. It was the first time you’d allowed yourself to have people in your life that could rely on you.

Days like today were your favorite. The weather was finally starting to cool down on the swampy planet, making the outside air somewhat tolerable. Everyone you loved was on base, safe and accounted for after a successful mission. Every time one of them left the base you felt as though you were holding your breath until they came back. But now, in Poe's small quarters with Rey and Finn, you felt the air return to your grateful lungs. Poe had devised a plan to hit up Maz’s on the way back from the mission and snagged a few bottles of jet juice, which you and the rest of the gang were all happily draining in his quarters. The alcohol was just beginning to burn in your stomach and your head was the slightest bit fuzzy. You took your time soaking in the scene of your found family spread out on the cold permacrete of Poe’s room.

Finn’s boisterous laugh rang out as his best friend finished telling every one about his adventure and a half to get the jet juice. Finn was especially fond of the tangy, red alcohol and was on drink number four down the hatch.

“Only you, Dameron,” Rey laughed to herself, gently taking the half full bottle out of Finn’s hands. His face of protest caused another round of laughter to erupt around the small room. He looked like a child that was denied a sweet by their parent.

Finn fell back against the permacrete, his head making an awful hollow sound as it hit the ground. He didn't seem to feel it and decided the floor was his new best friend for the night. Rey got up from her position against the wall and began to pick up the empty bottles scattered around the room.

“Looks like the jet juice served it’s purpose,” you commented, nudging Poe in the side with your elbow. Finn was now curling into the fetal position, trying to use a rug as a blanket.

You had your legs resting over Poe’s strong thighs. He patted the side of your leg where his hand had been resting, carefully moving your legs off of him. “I better help him back to his room. Someone has to make sure he doesn’t end up running naked through the tarmac trying to fly an X-Wing,” Poe said.

“I’d should head back to my quarters too,” you stood up to put your boots on, but Poe stopped you.

“Actually, do you think you could wait here till I get back? I have something I want to give you,” Poe winked at you, helping Rey tug their friend to his feet.

You couldn't help the way your heart sped up at his words. And you definitely didn't miss the eyebrow raise Rey shot you from the door.

“Yeah, I’ll just hang with BB-8 till you get back.”

A low voice bellowed out from the door, “OOOOH HE GOT YOU A PRESENT! How romantic,” Finn was apparently trying to wake up the entire base with the way his voice was booming off the walls. You were sure he hadn't meant for that to come out so loud. Or to come out at all.

Everyone went silent. You and Poe pointedly looked away from each other. His cheeks flamed red. You pretended to be preoccupied with the frayed laces on your Resistance issued boots.

Rey looked between the two of you and then broke the awkward silence with: “Aaanyway, let’s get you to bed Peanut!” She sounded too cheerful, trying to reduce the awkward energy that hung in the room. Being force sensitive you could only imagine how she was perceiving the situation. She and Poe hauled their inebriated friend out into the hall, desperately trying to shush him as he was now singing. You hoped his poor soulmate wasn't trying to sleep.

Finn clapped Poe on the back hard when they finally got into the drunk man’s room. Rey had helped Poe get Finn to his quarters but had dipped when Finn requested to be helped into his pajamas. They were close, but not ‘undressing one another’ close. Poe was itching to get back to his room and see you again, but he helped his buddy none the less.

Finn was finally laying in bed when Poe turned to leave.

“Are you okay?”

Poe hesitated, then turned on his heel. “Yeah?” he furrowed his brow at the unexpected question, “Why?”

“You haven’t been singing.” Finn was suddenly serious.

Poe’s face softened when he realized what Finn was so concerned about.

And he was right, Poe hadn’t been singing. It wasn't hard to miss, everyone on base noticed. The man who used to use every spare moment to sing to his soulmate had gone quiet. People actually missed hearing his voice all the time. Echoing through the halls of the base or out on the tarmac mixing with the whine of X-Wings taking off and landing. Finn wasn’t the only person worried about Black Leader. Leia had even mentioned something to her surrogate son a few days back. She enjoyed his singing more than anyone. She said it was a sparkle of hope during a dark time.

But the truth was, Poe didn't feel like singing. Guilt was the main thing keeping him from inflicting his voice on people whenever he could. How could he sing to his soulmate when he was fighting off feelings for someone else? He was doing everything in his power to stop you from being at the forefront of his mind all the time, but it was hard when your smile was his favorite thing to occupy his mind with.

“I miss my lover, man.”

He did. He missed his soulmate, whoever they were. He missed randomly hearing their soft voice humming through his mind. He missed the way he felt when he would sing to them. It was the closest thing he had to actually being with them, talking to them. He missed that he used to long for them. Lately that unconditional, blind love was being clouded by someone else. You.

“Tell me more stories about your Dad.” You were sitting cross-legged on the floor across from where BB-8 was nestled in his charging station. He had been beeping and booping at you for the last half and hour as you waited for his father to return.

The droid animatedly jumped into another anecdote about a recent mission he had gone on with his favorite person. He rattled around in his charging station, whirling his head around and beeping rapidly at you.

“He did what?!” you asked the little orange droid as the blast doors flew open, revealing the man in question. You turned to face Poe, mouth still agape at the droids admission to you.

“Who did what?” Poe asked confused, walking into the room. The droid then decided he was done charging and rolled over to Poe for scritches. Poe kneeled down and gave his favorite little guy some love, looking at you for an answer. He laughed at the way you had your arms crossed and were giving him the same look Leia gave him when she found out he’d gotten into a dog fight.

BB-8 beeped adamantly at him.

“Maker, Beebs, you told her about that?” He glanced nervously at you, only to find you were now trying to suppress a laugh. He was soothed by that damned smile that was burned into his mind.

“Unfortunately for you, I can understand BB’s binary perfectly. Now I know why you have to work on your ship so often,” you teased. “You’re not exactly tender with her.” You were trying to keep up your facade of being angry with him for being reckless. You were failing, your smirk giving you away.

Why did the fact that you understood BB-8 give him heart palpitations? His droid was absolutely going to get him into trouble with you one day. Apparently he can’t be expected to keep secrets.

Poe ignored your jab and walked over to sit behind you.

“Close your eyes,” he demanded softly.

“No, I don’t trust you. What kind of weird creature are you about to put on me?” you asked, twisting your torso to see him.

He cocked his head at you, “Would you just have a little faith in me? I have something special for you.” He laughed. You narrowed your eyes at him but closed you eyes and turned around anyway, your smile growing bigger every second.

“Besides, if I was going to put a creature on you, I’d do it on front of more people,” he taunted.

You laughed humorlessly at him, “Always the attention whore.” You heard him playfully shush you.

Poe took a deep breath, silently grateful that you couldn't see the way his hands were trembling. He reached up and removed the silver chain from around his neck for the first time in years. He then carefully slipped it over your head and watched from over your shoulder as his mothers ring came to rest at your sternum.

Deep breath. “Open.”

You immediately turned toward him, a look of shock on your face.

“Poe what is this?” you asked, alarmed by the ring resting delicately on your collar bone.

Poe's warm eyes held so much softness in them, you thought you would bust into tears right then. You turned to face him fully, confused as to why he just put this piece of jewelry around your neck.

“A good luck charm,” he whispered, admiring the way it looked on you.

“Is this the chain you wear every day?”

He nodded, still giving you that look that made you feel like the only person in the universe.

“Then what's this ring?” The bottom of the silver chain was always dipped below his collar, if the ring had always been there, you’d never seen it.

“It was my mother’s wedding ring. I wear it every day, take it on every mission, even sleep with it on. One day I’ll give it to my soulmate when I ask them to marry me, but for now it serves as a good luck charm for me,” He explained with a sad edge to his voice.

You had become close with Poe Dameron in the last few months. While a large portion of that time was spent with Finn and Rey, you also had spent a few late nights just the two of you. He had a knack for making you laugh and you would often stay in his quarters long after the others had retired. Deeper conversations were far and few between, the two of you preferring to spend your time together in a fit of hysterics. It was strange to see this man so serious. There was no twinkle of mischief in his eyes tonight.

You suddenly felt suffocated by him. His face was a mere few inches away from yours and you could feel his cool breath fanning across your face. His large hands rested on your knees, giving you a light squeeze and snapping you out of your haze.

“Poe are you sure you want to give this to me? I can't imagine how important it must be to you.” You reached up and stroked the smooth metal.

“It’s the most important thing in the word to me. But I want you to have it for your first mission. Since I’m not going with you to help you when you accidentally shoot yourself in the foot, I want you to have a piece of me there with you. And what better to give you than my good luck charm?”

You felt your tears spill over, streaking hot and wet down your face at the sincerity in his voice. You couldn't believe he wanted you to have this piece of him with you. He was becoming one of the most important people in your life, and him sharing something so special with you meant the world.

You were going down a slippery slope. If you weren't careful, you could fall in love with this man so easily.

“Poe, thank you. I don't know what to say,” you reached forward, pulling him into a tight hug. You nuzzled into his neck, letting the scent of leather and engine oil envelop you. He reached one arm securely around your waist and brought the other up to gently cup the back of your head. He took a deep breath in without meaning to, overwhelming his senses with you. He didn't want to pull away and had to hide his disappointment when you did. You kept your hands on his shoulders, squeezing slightly.

“I promise I’ll bring it back safely so you can give it to your soulmate one day.”

The next few days were a whirl wind of meetings, briefings, more meetings, caf breaks, and did you mention meetings? You spent more time in the command room with your team than you did anywhere else. You forgot life existed outside the confines of the dirt walls.

But you were ecstatic that Leia trusted you with such an important mission so soon after joining the Resistance. Plus you couldn’t be more grateful for the people that were joining you for this mission.

Finn was excellent for morale and a very smart man when he needed to be, unless of course he had jet juice in his system. Miss. Force-User Rey was always a good person to have on a mission. You brought a sense of craftiness to the crew, thanks to your smuggler skills. And Chewbacca was the only one (besides Poe) that Leia trusted to pilot the Falcon. Plus, he had a soft spot for smugglers, making you a new favorite of his.

The one person you wished you could add to this team was Poe. His pilot skills would have been a great help to Chewie, he was talented with a blaster, and he was easy on the eyes. But he had a more important solo mission with BB-8 that Leia needed him on. He didn't make himself completely scarce though. He often came in and out of the Command Center, having his own mission to plan with Admiral Akbar. He made a point of bringing you caf every time too, he knew exactly how you liked it.

You were terrified for your first mission as it was, but not having Poe there made everything ten times more dangerous in your eyes.

The ring he had let you borrow was becoming a source of comfort. Whenever you got anxious about the mission you found yourself fiddling with it. The smooth metal was slightly worn in one spot on the band and you ran your fingers over it repeatedly to calm yourself. Something you caught yourself doing unconsciously on a number of occasions.

The plan was simple. The Resistance had gotten word of an ex First Order official on the planet Ryloth, less than a parsec away from Tatooine. You and the rest of the crew were to go there and see what information the old Commander could offer you. Simple. But that didn’t stop you from needing to cover all your bases. Every single thing that could have possibly gone wrong had an escape plan to coincide. You were as prepared as you could be.

Your favorite part of the plan was your mode of transportation. As an ex-smuggler, you’d admired the Millennium Falcon and it's pilot for years. You’d heard every story surrounding Han Solo and his old piece of junk. Seeing it in person, let alone flying on it was something you’d never thought would be possible. But here you were, boarding the infamous ship.

Finn and Rey brushed passed you, Rey laughing at the look of awe on your face as you were frozen in the doorway, the ramp hitting you on the ass as it closed.

You took your time walking around the hull of the Falcon. Taking a moment just to think about the adventures she’d been on, the places she’d seen. You laughed fondly to yourself as you remembered your favorite story. You reached out and placed a hand tentatively on the wall of the old ship. “So this is the ship that made the Kessel Run in fourteen parsecs?” you called out to your friends.

“Twelve,” Finn and Rey chorused from the cockpit, mixed with the indignant cry of your favorite Wookie.

“Okay, twelve! Sorry, sorry,” you laughed and joined your friends in the cockpit.

Poe was exhilarated every time he was in the air. There was nothing in the world that gave him the same feeling. This man was more comfortable in a cockpit than he was on his own two feet. If it were up to him, he’d never come down.

But there was someone pulling him back to solid ground, like a magnet. Someone he couldn’t stop thinking about no matter how badly he wanted to exile them from his mind. He couldn't ignore your gravitational pull. He hadn't seen you in several days, you having returned from your mission two days prior. His mission was a success and he couldn't wait to tell you all about it. Leaving out the dangerous details that BB-8 was sure to fill you in on later.

He was nervous to hear about how your mission went. It was a simple enough task, but he couldn't help but worry about you. He hoped his good luck charm was as comforting to you as it had been to him these last few years. He felt naked without it, this having been the first mission he hadn't taken it on. He found himself reaching up to stroke his finger across the band of the ring he had worn in from playing with it when he got nervous, but then remembering he'd given it to you. The idea that you were wearing a piece of him around the base made his heart leap in his chest.

He was practically giddy when he leaped down from his X-Wing, already rushing to find you.

Cool it Dameron, you have a soulmate waiting for you.

Plus, he had to see the General before anything. Was he so clouded by his need to see you that he forgot he was fighting a war?

A twinge of guilt hit him hard in the stomach, forcing him to take a deep breath and remind himself of the person looking for him somewhere in the universe. He let his feet take him down the familiar dirt path to the Command Center. The soft, damp earth caused his flight boots to sink slightly with each step.

He flooded his mind with images of what his future could be like with the person the galaxy had chosen for him. A small home on Yavin IV. Children he could teach how to fly the same way his mother taught him. A safe, quiet life with no threat of the First Order. No threats at all. He stored these images in the back of his mind for when he needed a glimmer of hope during the war. But lately he was using these daydreams as distractions from you.

He stepped into he large room where Leia was addressing General Akbar and a few other pilots that had also just returned from a mission.

When she caught sight of Poe her forehead created in confusion and she abruptly dismissed the debrief she was in the middle of with a wave of her hand. As they shuffled out of the room, several of them shot Poe sympathetic looks.

What the hell was going on?

“Commander Dameron, what are you doing here?” The General asked, walking over to him.

He hesitated, unsure as to why she was asking a question with an obvious answer, “I just landed from my mission, General. I’m here to debrief.”

Leia dropped the General persona and gently caressed the pilots face, running her thumb over the stubble she resented.

She had always been like a second mother to Poe, and he like a second son to her. Their relationship was something special and unique. Something she thanked the Force every day for. However, her unexpected shift from serious Resistance leader to caring mother made Poe nervous.

“I thought Finn or Rey would have been waiting on the tarmac to tell you.”

Now he was starting to panic. What was he missing? What happened?

“Come with me,” Leia softly implored, grabbing his calloused hand and yanking him out of the room. She tried to flood him with calm though the force connection she made with him, but his anxiety was too overbearing.

She continued explaining as she pulled him through the base, “The mission went south. There was no ex Order Commander on Ryloth. It was a set up. When they landed, there was a fleet of ‘Troopers waiting for them, ready to capture them and bring them back to the Finalizer for my son to interrogate.” She tried to keep her voice even for Poe's sake.

Poe was really panicking now, starting to pick up his speed. He squeezed Leia’s hand, begging her to continue.

“They got out relatively unscathed. Chewie stayed on the Falcon so they were able to get away quickly. But Poe,” she stopped in her tracks, jerking Poe back to a halt. She looked him in the eyes, worried for what his reaction to her news would be.

“Poe, the new recruit was badly hurt. They were shot in the side with a blaster and lost a lot of blood. They’ve been in the medbey unconscious for two days, but they’ll be okay,” she finished.

Poe wordlessly turned and broke out into a run towards the medbay. Leia watched him go, knowing he needed to see you more than anything in that moment. She had felt a connection between you and Poe. She knew he wanted to wait for his soulmate, but she also knew that finding them was not likely. Part of her wished he would give in and let himself fall in love with you. Soulmate or not, she wanted him to be happy.

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shawtygonemad · 3 years

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VERMILION: Chapter 10

Daryl Dixon x OC (Rose Dixon)

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-Daryl-

Everyone fell into a relatively simple routine. To Daryl, it felt like old times. After their bike ride together, Rose seemed to completely warm up to Daryl. Just last night, Hope had insisted on her and Dog having a 'sleep over' with Judith. That left Daryl and Rose alone in the bed together to sleep. Daryl had woken up with Rose huddled against his back. Her warmth had felt nice against his skin.

However, he knew what the kids were up to. They weren't as sneaky as they thought. Hope wanted to sleep in her own bed. All of the kids would make excuses to go out and play together just to let the two adults be left alone. It was cute, and reminded him of an old movie he once watched with his mom - The Parent Trap. Except they were trying to help Daryl win Rose's heart back. Which would explain why he found Hope in the kitchen filling a wicker basket with PB&J sandwiches.

"What's goin' on in here?" He asked amused as he entered the kitchen.

His daughter smiled at him, "I'm making you a picnic, Daddy."

"Yer gonna take me on a picnic?" he asked.

"No," she giggled. "You're gonna take Mama on a picnic."

"Oh, I am?" He quietly chuckled.

"You gotta make Mama fall back in love with you," she sternly told him.

"Why'd ya say that?" He curiously asked.

"Brothers said you've been really sad since Mama's been gone. Now that she's here you seem even sader," Hope told him.

It still amazed him how intelligent she was for her young age. Rose did a really good job raising her. Unfortunately, she seemed to be too smart for her own good.

"M'not sad," he reassured her. "Since you and yer Mama came here, I've been much happier than before."

"But you'd be happier if she liked you back," Hope said.

Before he could respond Rose walked in with a smile.

"Hey you two," she greeted.

"Mama! Daddy's taking you on a picnic," Hope quickly blurted before anything else could be said.

"Oh, is he?" She raised an eyebrow and smiled. "Is that why he packed us..." she glanced inside the basket before looking back at her daughter. "Peanut Butter and Jelly sandwiches?"

"Uh huh! Because he knows they're your favorite," she grinned.

"Are you sure it wasn't because you knew that," Rose chuckled as she booped her daughter's nose.

"With strawberry jelly and cut diagonally," Daryl chimed in.

This took Rose by surprise. He was detailed and on point. Maybe he really was going to take her on a picnic. The idea brought forth butterflies in her stomach.

"And who's going to watch you while we're gone?" She asked.

"I was... if you don't mind?" Lydia said as she popped her head into the kitchen. "We were going to go to the park and let Hope read to me."

"Oh," Rose said, surprised at how planned this was. "That's perfectly fine. Thanks Lydia."

"You ready, Hope?" The teen asked.

"Uh huh!" She grinned as she grabbed the teens hand. "Bye!"

"Have fun," Lydia smiled as her and Hope exited the house.

Once they were gone Rose turned to Daryl with a smirk.

"You didn't plan this at all, did you?" She chuckled.

"Nah," he also chuckled. "We don't have to go if you don't want to."

"No, I think it'll be fun," she grinned at him. "It'll also be a nice excuse to get out of here and take the bike for a ride."

There was no debate on where to go on this picnic since Rose was still new to the area. Daryl had to be the one to choose the place. There were a few places he had in mind that he had seen when looking for Rose and Rick. He tried to think of a place that Rose would like. For some reason, their very first conversation kept popping back up in his mind. That's what led him to taking her to the banks of the river. It was also a hot day, so they could dip their feet in the water if they needed to.

Rose seemed impressed with his choice. The water glittered in the afternoon sun as the pair laid an old blanket down on the sand. The woman quickly kicked off her shoes and dug her feet into the warm sand. She let her head fall backward as she soaked up the sun's rays. Daryl couldn't take his eyes off of her. She was so beautiful that it almost physically pained him. It felt torturous that he couldn't touch and kiss her. What he would give to be able to make love to her right here on this beach.

"Man, it is hot today," she grunted as she began to rummage through the basket.

She handed Daryl a sandwich before grabbing one for herself. They quietly ate in peace as they just enjoyed nature and each other's company. She slowed down towards the end of her sandwich and seemed to be pondering on something.

"What was I like?" She blurted out.

"Wha-" Daryl asked with his mouth full.

"What was I like back when we were together? Did I... were you happy with me?" Rose asked before finishing her sandwich.

"Course ya made me happy," he said, obviously. "You were everythin' I ever wanted... and uh... everythin' I never thought I'd get."

"What do you mean?" She asked curiously.

"People like me don't get that "happily ever after" bullshit," he grumbled as he tossed the rest of his sandwich, not feeling as hungry anymore.

"People like you?" She asked, confused.

"Shitty redneck trash. No one in my family ever lived up to shit. My folks were shitty parents and only cared about booze. I'm bound to end up like 'em," he vented.

"Don't talk about yourself like that," Rose frowned. "You are more than what you think you are. You are such an amazing person right down to your core. You have more kindness than I've seen in most people. You are also such an amazing, loving father to our children, and I wouldn't want any other person to father them."

Daryl was surprised and touched by her words. He didn't know what to say. Luckily Rose must have seen this and continued on with the conversation to avoid awkwardness. She stood up and wandered along the shore line.

"Now I, on the other hand, might not be getting the mother of the year award. I mean, how can someone forget their own kids? But at least I'm much better than my own parents. I guess all I can do now is just be there for them as much as possible and love them unconditionally," she rambled on.

Daryl continued to watch her as she rambled on. He just couldn't take his eyes off of her. Her lips, hips, and how she just held herself.

"What?" She stopped to ask him.

"What?" He responded, coming from his daze.

"What are you staring at?" She asked, a little shy.

"Sorry... yer just so beautiful," he breathed.

A blush rose on her face as she smiled at the ground. She took her barefoot and splashed some water in his direction as she giggled.

"Whatever," she laughed.

"Ya best not get me wet," he warned without any meaning behind it.

"Or what?" She challenged.

"Or yer goin' for a swim," he told her.

"You don't scare me," she smirked.

"You should be scared," he stated as he stood up and approached her like an animal ready to stalk its prey.

"Then prove it," she smirked defiantly at him.

Within a split second, she was in the air and falling back into the water. The sensation was chilly but felt nice against her hot skin. She swam to the surface and wiped the water off of her face. She gave Daryl a fake, shocked look.

"Did you just throw me into the water?" She tried to sound angry but just ended up laughing.

"I warned ya," he smirked at her.

"Dick," she laughed as she sent a large splash his way which got the front of him wet.

"Now yer in for it," he playfully growled.

Rose shrieked when Daryl practically tackled her into the river. She laughed as they splashed and dunked each other. She'd try to get the upper hand on the hunter, but he would so easily just pick her up and practically chuck her into the water. Rose could climb all over him and try to dunk him, but he and his damn height could touch the bottom, which made things harder. In the end the pair had a lot of fun in that river.

Finally, much to her success, or rather Daryl finally giving in, she was able to dunk him. However, when he didn't come back up right away, she slowly started to panic. She looked around, trying to see where he went. The river water wasn't clear, but rather murky, so she couldn't see through.

"Daryl," she called out in a panic.

She froze when something rose out of the water behind her. It was so close that it could be felt against her back. Much to her relief, it was Daryl. She could feel his hot breath against her neck. Her eyes shut as she enjoyed the feeling. Daryl debated with himself but decided to go with his feelings. He leaned down and placed a gentle kiss to her neck.

Goosebumps started to rise on her skin as he did this. Her eyes stayed shut as she enjoyed the feeling. She parted her lips slightly as a reminder to herself to breathe. When she didn't push him away, Daryl took this as encouragement to slowly continue up her neck. Hesitantly, she grabs his wrists from behind her and slides her hands downward to interlock her fingers with his. There was a certain spot he hit that made a soft moan escape her. At hearing that, Daryl decided to pay more attention to the spot.

As another sound was about to leave her it turned into a yelp as she jumped off to the side.

"What's wrong?" Daryl asked, concerned.

"Something just bit me!" She shrieked.

"What?" He laughed.

"I swear to God something just bit my calf," she told him as she looked around for the culprit as he did.

"It was probably that little guy," Daryl chuckled as he pointed to a small snapping turtle a few feet from them.

"You're lucky I don't turn you into turtle soup," she yelled at the animal before going to shore to check it out.

As it turned out she did get bit, but it wasn't anything serious. She just had a little blood trickling down her leg. The doctor quickly wiped it off and stuck a band aid on it from her bag. When she looked up at the man she suddenly seemed to become a little flustered.

"It's getting late. We should head back," she told him before gathering the supplies she brought.

The entire way back she seemed quiet. This worried Daryl a little. He hoped that he didn't cross a line and scare her away.

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#romance #adventure #daryl dixon #the walking dead #daryl dixion imagine #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon fic #daryl fanfiction #the walking dead daryl #twd daryl #twd daryl dixon #daryl dixon fanfic #daryl dixon x oc #daryl x oc

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imaginethatneathuh · 3 years

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The Hermit: Technical Boy - American Gods

Technical Boy x child!reader, father-child

Technical Boy needs to get away from the Drugs gods for a bit and comes across a kid.

Part of @dragon430’s Tarot Troop.

TW/CW: Blood, skull-cracking, hospitals, swearing, near-death experience (and making light of it), drugs, sex, starvation, adoption, fostering.

Word count: 3.6+ K

•

Sometimes, Technical Boy just needed some air. Everybody does, but with him, it was more of a necessity so he wouldn’t blow up at someone.

Sex (the druggie) had been teasing him a lot more than usual and he hated it. Sure, Weed and Coke tried to get her to stop, but she started doing it behind their backs, and if Technical Boy told Weed about it, he’d be a snitch. He did not want to be known as a snitch bitch amongst the drug gods. That would be a nightmare.

He could have asked for Weed to help him calm down, but he didn’t feel like calming down that way. He wanted some peace, not to get high.

So, here he was, walking down some random street in some random city because he didn’t want to be anywhere near the druggies.

Yes, they’re his best, and only, friends, but he doesn’t always want to get high. Being around them, usually meant getting high off them. Sometimes, it’s nice. Sometimes, it’s not.

Technical Boy, in a dice hoodie with the hood up and black sweatpants with fire at the bottom, stared at his phone, scrolling through the news.

It was a lot of shitty stuff.

He wasn’t surprised by that. The others, “family” of the druggies, were at it again. Those of that sort, those with the brown hair and eyes, it’s like they were born to create chaos and discord in the world.

Technical Boy rolled his eyes, scoffing. He slipped his phone away and stuffed his hands in his pockets. The god turnt to the sky, eyes closed.

As he walked, passing by an alley, Technical Boy heard quiet sniffling.

Instead of stopping, he kept walking.

There were plenty of homeless people in the world. Not everyone is lucky enough to be born into wealth or lucky enough to be able to keep their homes. Some people get shitty deals.

Nothing he could do about it. Nothing World would allow anyway.

Still, the god noticed that the sniffing was much higher pitched than normal, adult sniffling. He had an entire database of sounds at his fingertips, and as a part of him and his domain. It sounded like the sniffles of a child crying.

He stopped and hung his head.

‘This had better not be a kid,’ he thought to himself.

He didn’t like children, in theory. He’d never actually met one but from movies and shows, they seemed insane. It’s likely, upon meeting one, he wouldn’t know what to do.

Technical Boy wasn't good with regular adults. Dealing with a child would be impossible.

So, instead of assuming he was right and the sniffling was coming from a child, he decided he was wrong and approached the alley’s mouth as if an adult was in there.

“Hey, man, you okay?” He asked.

The god peered in, trying to make out anyone.

Something small shifted around. It was far too small to be an adult like he’d hoped. The small thing poke its head out from underneath a small, makeshift cave of junk. It quickly hid after seeing the god.

Technical Boy looked around and sighed, shutting his eyes.

‘It takes, in total, from 0-18-years-old, $284,570 to raise a kid, and a good chunk of a parent’s day to take care of a kid,’ he thought. ‘I have the money, but I don’t have the time.’ He opened his eyes and looked at the makeshift shelter. ‘Why the fuck is my first thought taking care of the kid? I could drop them off at a home or something. That’d be easier.’ He walked closer, trying not to scare them. ‘But the foster system here is fucked. The kid could get hurt, be abused, or die.’ As he approached, he noticed the kid watching him. ‘But there are tons of good families who foster and adopt, too. They’re not all bad. 1.5 million kids have been adopted and roughly 140,000 kids are every year. So, there’s a good chance the kid will become a part of a family.’

The kid pushed themself away from the opening and into their shelter.

“Hey,” he said. “Hi, are you okay?”

Technical Boy knelt down and watched for the kid.

“Leave me alone. I’m fine. Go away,” they said.

There was a silence. The god did not leave.

“Please, go away?”

‘The kid sounds weak. Like they haven’t eaten in days. When was the last time they showered or took a bath, too? I can smell ‘em even from over here.’ Despite the disgusting alley floor, Technical Boy seated himself.

“Nope. Can’t. Brain won’t let me.”

An old, rusted out can came from the shelter, flying straight at Technical Boy. He easily dodged it.

“Wow, you’re a dick,” he joked.

He heard a small huff.

Slipping his hands into his pant pockets, he found candy, probably chocolate, that he’d forgotten about.

‘This is so not healthy for a kid,’ he thought, playing with the wrapper in his pocket. ‘But, it’s better than nothing.’ He took the candy out, finding a Snickers. ‘Called it.’

“Hey, you like chocolate?” He asked them.

More shuffling from the shelter. “No. Especially not from a stranger.”

“Here.” He tossed the Snickers into the mouth of the shelter. “Have a Snickers. It has nuts.”

A thin hand reached out and snatched the candy quick as a whip.

The tech god raised an eyebrow. “Thought you didn’t like chocolate.”

Another can came from the darkness and he dodged it again.

The kid unwrapped the bar and used the wrapper to fill a gap in their home. Hungry, they scarfed the candy down.

‘So small. The kid must be starving.’ Technical Boy continued to watch the mouth of the shelter, his concern for the kid growing.

“You always around here?” He asked.

A small piece of glass was thrown at him but it didn’t get very far, falling an inch or so away from him.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Technical Boy stood up and brushed himself off. “I’ll see you later.”

He knew it would be impossible to convince the kid to come out of their hole and come with him on the first meeting, but he hoped to convince them to go into foster care sooner rather than later. If he tried to tell the authorities, the kid could get hurt or worse.

He left the alley and the kid watched him do so.

•

Technical Boy, in the druggies’ kitchen, placed an apple and a peanut butter and jelly sandwich in a bag.

Weed walked in, smiling. “Whatcha doin’?”

He looked over, a water bottle in his hand. “Nothing,” he said, turning back to the bag. “Just making a bag of food.” He cracked open the bottle and closed it again.

“Who’s it for,” they asked.

The tech god shrugged, putting a small stack of crackers and a container of cut cheese in the bag.

Weed wrapped their arms around his waist and rested their head on his back.

After closing the bag, he placed a hand on Weed’s, chuckling. “I’ve got to go, Weed.”

“First, tell me who the bag is for,” they mumbled.

He shrugged again. “I don’t know,” he said before he turnt around to face them. “But, as soon as I learn what their name is, I’ll tell you.” He booped their nose with a smile. “Promise.”

Weed giggled, sleepiness in their eyes.

Coke rushed in and grabbed an apple off the table, one from Weed’s garden. He stopped before he left and turnt around. “Are you two having cute times without me?” He asked, with a goofy smile.

“No,” Technical Boy said as Weed rested on his chest. “I was trying to leave, but Weed is sleepy.”

Coke bit the apple and walked over before picking Weed up. They wrapped their arms around him, nuzzling into him.

“Thank you, C,” the tech god said, earning a nod from Coke who practically ran out of the room with the apple in his mouth and Weed in his arms. “Don’t fall!” He shouted after them. Technical Boy picked up the bag and left for the alley.

•

The kid shoved a few cans into place on their mountain of junk. Technical Boy watched them work for a little, not wanting to interrupt until they were done. When they finished and started to head into their home, he approached.

“Hey, kid,” he said. “Brought you something.”

The kid, at the mouth, stared at him like a deer in headlights before rushing into their cave.

Technical Boy sighed and walked to it. “Ya know, I ain’t gonna hurt ya, kid.” He dropped off the bag of food at the mouth of the cave before sitting down farther away.

They snatched it up as soon as they thought he was far enough away.

Technical Boy sat, crossed-legged, and watched for any signs of anger..

“You trying to poison me?” They asked.

His brow furrowed in confusion. “What?”

“Cap’s been opened.” The water bottle rolled to his feet.

He rolled it back. “Nope. I opened it for you. Those fucker’s are annoying and the ridges hurt.”

The bottle slipped into the darkness.

The kid, inside, sipped on it. “Tastes gross,” they said, pulling a face.

“It’s bottled water. It never tastes right.”

The two sat in relative silence as cars drove past and the kid ate. The occasional pedestrian peeked into the alley, giving Technical Boy odd looks, but he didn’t particularly care. He was used to it.

As the kid finished, they asked, “Why’d you come back?”

“Felt like it.”

“Why’d you bring me food?”

“Felt like it.”

“Are you a rapist?”

“No. You?”

They laughed a little. “No. Are you a peadophile?”

“No. That’s gross.”

“Are you going to tell the police where I am?”

Technical Boy sighed. “If I wanted to do that, I would have done it yesterday.”

“You gonna kidnap me and sell my organs on the blackmarket?”

“Sounds like too much work,” he said, stretching. “I’d rather hire someone to do that for me instead.”

Crunching came from the dark hole. It wasn’t cracker crunching. More like, a horse mowing down on a carrot or apple.

“This tastes good.”

“Yeah, a friend of mine grows their own food. Doesn’t like the food from stores. I’m pretty sure they want to start raising livestock, but, I don’t know.”

“Mhmm,” they said before tossing the core over his head into a nearby dumpster. “Do you think you could bring more?”

Technical Boy nodded. “Definitely. If my other friends don’t eat them all first. But, harvest was good, so I doubt they’ll all be gone.” Technical Boy pulled out his phone and texted Weed. “I’ll text them to hide some of the apples from the others just in case though.”

Carefully, the kid peered out, staring at his phone.

“There. Done,” he said, putting his phone away. “They’ll hide some for ya.”

A can came at him but he ducked.

“You told them?” They growled.

Technical Boy put his hands up in surrender.. “Woah, hold your horses there, kid. I haven’t said shite to anyone. I just asked them to put some of the apples away, that’s all.”

Inside the hole, they looked him up and down. “Can I have my can back?”

“No, it’s mine now.” The god pulled the can behind him protectively.

The kid giggled.

A text popped up on his phone. Technical Boy looked down at it and rolled his eyes.

“What?” The kid asked.

“Nothing, just my boss being a dick.”

The container Technical Boy had filled with cheese rolled out on it’s side.

He opened it to find a few crackers and some cheese. “I made the bag for you, kid. Not for me.”

“I know. I just don’t want you to be hungry.”

“Thanks.” He smiled softly and ate the cheese and crackers even if he didn’t really want to.

“My name’s not kid, ya know,” they said. “It’s Y/N.”

“Technical Boy.”

“That’s a weird fucking name.”

The god shrugged. “Should a kid your age be swearing like that?”

They shrew a can at him. Instead of dodging, he caught it and put it behind him with the other can. “Mine,” he said.

“Nuh-uh!” They said. “Gimme my can back!”

Technical Boy shook his head. “Nope. You threw it away meaning anyone can claim it. So, I did.”

Y/N huffed. “Dick.”

•

Weeks passed and every single day, without fail, Technical Boy came to Y/N’s little home with food and conversation. Once or twice, he brought clothes and blankets. He very well couldn’t let the kid freeze. What kind of person would he be if he did? Even though both Media and World didn’t like his disappearing acts and he got repeatedly scolded and punished for it, he didn’t care. For some reason, he found he had grown rather fond of the rude kid. He liked to believe they had begun to like him, too. Even if it was just a little, itty-bitty bit. The god no longer wanted to let them go into the foster system, rather, he wished to take care of them himself. But he knew Y/N wouldn’t agree, no matter how much they liked him. They were much too independent for that.

Since he’d started coming, little Y/N had grown in both width and height. No longer skin and bones, they moved around more and even left the confines of their home for more than building.

“I’m stronger now, so I can kick you better if you try anything,” they had claimed.

Technical Boy chose to see this as them trusting him more.

•

Technical Boy dropped off a bag of food at the mouth of Y/N’s home and sat farther away.

Y/N came out, sitting in front of the mouth in the light. They opened up the bag and smiled.

“Apples,” they mumbled.

Technical Boy smiled as they rifled through the bag. “Yeah, that’s the last of ‘em, though. Won’t be more until the next harvest.”

“Thanks.” Y/N looked up and gave him a pained smile before looking back down.

He shrugged and played with one of his confiscated cans. “It’s whatever, kiddo.”

Y/N tossed him a fruit snack baggie. He caught it but dropped his can.

“Ya gotta stop doing this, N/N,” he said, opening the baggie. “You need to eat more than I do.”

They flipped him off.

As he ate the gummies, he watched Y/N scarf down everything. At least that hadn’t changed.

“How are you feelin’? You think you’ll be okay here during the colder months? They are getting closer,” he said.

They looked up, some jelly on their mouth. Y/N wiped it away. “I’ll probably be fine. More fat means more insulation. Plus the blankets you gave me.” They picked at the sandwich. “Are you still going to come, even when it snows?”

“Of course, kiddo. Come rain or shine, hail or snow, I’ll be here until you don’t want me to be.”

Y/N stared at him for a while before crawling into their home. Inside, they rummaged through their things, pulling out bits of scrap and pushing away blankets. After a while, they found what they had been searching for and returned to the outside world.

Outside, they stood up and walked over to Technical Boy. They presented him a beaten up and squashed Snickers bar and refused to look at him while doing so.

Gently, the god took it from them. A Snickers bar, just like the one he’d given them when they first met. A strange, warm feeling spread throughout his chest and he smiled.

“Thank you, Y/N.”

Instead of going back to the cave, they plopped down next to him and wrapped their arms around one of his. They nuzzled into his arm and held on tight.

It was a rather odd sight. A much larger, muscled man with an odd style choice and a clean visage being clung onto by a small, dirty child no older than 10, no younger than 5.

Looking down at the kid, Technical Boy knew he had to protect them, no matter what. This was his kid now. They had been for some time.

•

Another day, another bag for Y/N.

Technical Boy did as he always did, placed the bag at the mouth of the makeshift shelter and sat down opposite of it.

But, Y/N did not come out.

The god waited for a few minutes. When they still had not come out, he called for them. Still, there was no response. Technical Boy stood and walked over.

Placing a hand on the top of the mouth, he looked inside. “Y/N, hey, are you okay?”

Y/N lay limp in the makeshift nest.

“Y/N?” He nudged their legs with one of his hands.

Still, they didn’t respond.

Crawling a little into the small space as best he could, Technical Boy shook Y/N’s shoulders. “Y/N, wake up. Kid, please. This isn’t funny.”

Nothing.

At this point, the god had gone from fine to freaking.

Wrapping an arm around them, he pulled them out of their shelter.

A giant, bloody gash spread around their eye and eyebrow. He could feel blood on the opposing side like they’d been hit with something and cracked their head on concrete. They were cold, freezing really.

‘Please, be okay,’ he thought.

Their back pressed up against his chest, Technical Boy, through his tears, gently smack their cheek.

No response.

He calmed his breathing, shutting his eyes tight. ‘They can’t be gone. Not yet.’

Hoping beyond hope, Technical Boy checked their pulse, pressing his fingers to their neck over one of the carotid arteries.

After a few minutes of silence, he could feel a faint heartbeat.

They were alive.

The god let out the breath he’d been holding, sighing in relief.

His kid was going to be okay.

He stood up. Picking them up bridal-style, he held them close.

“It’s gonna be okay,” he whispered to them. “You’re gonna be okay.”

•

Pacing in the waiting room, Technical Boy picked at his lip.

‘I should have asked them to come with me,’ he thought. ‘I should have made them come with me. This could have been avoided if I had just taken them. They’d be fine right now if I hadn’t wanted to respect their autonomy. The streets are no place for a kid.’

He sat down in one of the chairs, elbows on his knees. His hands interlaced in prayer and he bowed his head. Though he trusted his technology to save them, he couldn’t help but pray they would be okay. Almost immediately, his heel started bouncing against the tile.

“Mr Brown?” Someone asked.

Technical Boy looked up and then stood. “Are they okay?”

The person smiled, probably a doctor, and nodded. “Their skull had been cracked open and they lost a lot of blood, but they’ll be okay,” they said.

“When can I see them?” He crossed his arms, watching the doctor for their reaction.

“You can go to the room, but they won’t be awake for some time.”

“That’s fine. I just- I need to see them.”

They nodded, smiling sympathetically, and gestured for him to follow them.

•

The doctor showed him to Y/N’s room and gestured for him to go in.

Technical Boy, as soon as he laid his eyes on them, sighed in relief.

The bandages surrounded their head and one covered the gash around their eye and eyebrow.

He walked to their side, his eyes never leaving them. As he got to their side, he gently cupped their cheek and rubbed it. He knelt down.

“I’m sorry, N/N. I should have given you some way to contact me or something,’ he whispered to them.

•

The first thing the kid felt when they woke up was something in their arm. It wasn’t painful, just weird. The second, and more enjoyable, feeling was someone holding their hand and the warmth coming from it. Y/N groaned slightly and opened their eyes, only to find Technical Boy gripping their hand, asleep, with his head resting on the bed.

The view looked strikingly similar to their dad when they were younger.

“Tech?” They asked, struggling to get the nickname out.

When he didn’t respond, they nudged him. He groaned a little. Struggling, Y/N got up, feeling a little lightheaded, and, still gripping Technical Boy’s hand, they tugged on him.

The god groaned again and rubbed his eye with his free hand. “Hey, kiddo,” he said, looking up at them. “How ya feelin’?”

They tugged on him again and mumbled something.

“What?”

“Hug.”

Technical Boy chuckled and leant forward, hugging them tight.

Y/N hugged back, nuzzling into his neck.

“You fucking scared me, kid,” he said. He rubbed their back gently as he broke away from them.

Y/N immediately took his hand back, not wanting to be seperate from him. “Feel like I got hit by a brick and cracked my skull open on the sidewalk before crawling back home,” they rightfully complained.

Technical Boy rubbed their cheek, concerned. He dropped his hand and took their other one into his. “I know you probably prefer being on your own, but I really care about what happens to you and I don’t want you to be on your own,” he said as he looked them in the eye.

“Whatcha sayin’?”

“If you want, my place is plenty big for two people and it’s always open to you.”

Y/N was quiet. So quiet, in fact, Technical Boy thought they might have shut down like they always did when he said something they didn’t like and didn’t have something to throw at him.

“Will it be safe?” They asked.

He nodded.

“Okay, but I’m not calling you dad.”

Technical Boy chuckled lightly. “I wouldn’t expect you to, kiddo.”

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Fraggle Friday: “Pilot” (Fraggle Rock BTTR S1E1)

Today is the day us Fraggle fans have waited for. Fraggle Rock: Back To The Rock has finally debuted and we can watch the Fraggles starring in new stories and adventures. Today, for the first Fraggle Friday, I will review the first episode, entitled “Pilot”. I will review all 14 episodes, one each Friday. So, here we go!

*FRAGGLE ROCK BTTR SPOILER ALERT*

“Fraggle Rock! Fraggle Rock! Fraggle Rock!” can be heard in the background. The Fraggle sing “Party In Fraggle Rock”, the incredibly catchy song heard in the second trailer. Is this the theme song? WHAT?

LET’S PARTY DOWN TODAAAAAAY

Gobo makes up the word “Ska-Doo”. Boober says it’s not a word. Anyways, Uncle Traveling Matt is going away to explore Outer Space. Gobo drew an image of Uncle Matt and himself as a going away present. We can fairly conclude Mokey did not draw this.

Wembley wembles over a long streamer and a short streamer. Gobo and Red have to turn him upside-down. “Oh no! He’s wembling!” I’m glad they remembered Wembley having to be turned upside-down in order to stop wembling. Mokey turns zen, and then the mood ends.

Boober makes an Emergency Kit for Uncle Matt, but it’s basically just laundry stuff.

Red wants to show Uncle Matt her new dive, which will “Knock his socks off”, which made me realize Matt is the only Fraggle we really ever see wearing socks. The dive includes a twist, a chuck, a flip, and a flop.

Ska-Doo is still not a word.

“It’s Uncle Matt!” Matt comes in to a royal fanfare, congratulates Gobo for recognizing him, and then trips.

Our first new Fraggle is Pogey (or Pogy, or Pogi, or whatever).

Red is about to show Matt her dive, but Matt guides Gobo away to show him something. Red starts stuttering as Matt walks off. She decides to wait and then starts growling.

Matt is about to show Gobo something that will blow his mind. It’s a hole portal to Outer Space!

Matt urges Gobo to look right into his eyes. They boop noses with each other. “Boop.” Matt wants Gobo to come to Outer Space with him. He says he is brave, but then...

SPROCKET!!!!!!!!!!

Sprocket’s back! And we see the new Doc! She notices the giant hole in the wall and we discover she is a Grad student. She wants to save the ocean and earn the nickname Dr. Doc. Sprocket wants water, but the water pipes aren’t working. She doesn’t think there’s anything exciting happening on the other side of the hole.

Pogey screams, “This is so exciting!”. Red groans. Pogey says hi to Red. Red seems done with this dude already.

Gobo comes in screaming about Sprocket and ruins Red’s dive. She belly flops into a Doozer tower. “Class 5 Belly Flop,” echoes the Doozers. And COTTERPIN! They decide to work extra hard and rebuild the whole thing. It’s like a game of Telephone, as one message comes across as static and the message is now “Work next to Carl and refill the bowl king”. Who’s Carl?

Red’s really, really, really mad at Gobo now, until she realizes Sprocket is a good excuse. Matt decides Gobo shouldn’t come with him to Outer Space because he’s not brave. WELL YOU AIN’T EITHER MATTHEW

Matt falls. He isn’t wearing his backpack. He explains how he lost in our first Postcard-like segment, because he was exploring the Crevice of Solitude. He was terrified, like an ordinary Fraggle. A small creature scared him and his backpack is lost forever.

“An explorer never goes back.” “Who says that?” “Why, nearly everyone, RED.” *WHEEZE* I’M CRYING BECAUSE OF THAT BEAUTIFUL DELIVERY “Hm.”

Gobo is now in his cave because he’s sad Uncle Matt won’t take him to Outer Space with him. He describes Sprocket as “The Most Ferocious Creature In The Known Universe”. Doc describes him as her “Peanut Butter Biscuit Boy” while giving Sprocket belly rubs.

Red does the most beautiful impression of Uncle Matt ever and I want to thank Karen Prell for making that line so good. Gobo decides to go to the Crevice of Solitude. While he packs, Red tells the others that they have to go with him, and then tells them to following her lead.

“Ahem-Hem-Hem-Ha!” “AHEM-HEM-HEM-HA!” That gave me Darkwing Duck vibes and I love it. Gobo decides to let them go, and, according to Boober’s Dictionary, “Quadruple-Uple” isn’t a word. “Off we Go...Bo!”

The journey begins in the Gorgs’ Garden. Wembley doesn’t understand we Gorgs hate Fraggles and...PA GORG SOUNDS LIKE JERRY NELSON. Ma Gorg’s voice is okay. Pa calls for Junior. He stomps out from the castle so seriously...And then sees a Flutterfly and gets distracted. He sounds just like Richard Hunt, but his voice is just a tad bit higher pitched.

Red sees leaves and says they look loud and crunchy. Gobo steps on the leaves and catches the attention of Junior. When we see Junior trying to step on the Fraggles, I believe the Fraggles are CGI, and they look so good. Junior catches Mokey, but she decides to “Be The Noodle” and slides out of Junior’s hand. The Flutterfly comes back and Junior is happy.

The Fraggles are now in the presence of the All-Knowing Marjory The Trash Heap. Philo and Gunge have trash cheese and shares some with Wembley. He saves it for later. Marjory looks so good and expressive. “Hmm! Hmmm! HMMM!” Marjory’s advice is to “Dig Deeper”.

The Fraggles are now in the caves again and they start singing. I believe the song is called “Only Way Home”.

They find the Crevice and the backpack. It is perched on Barely-Balanced Rock, which is a barely-balanced rock. Matt probably named it that. Wembley wembles a bit when Gobo goes up the the rock to retrieve it. He gets the backpack, but it results in a bit of a rockslide. Red looks wonderful with her messed-up pigtails. Marjory’s advice to “Dig Deeper” comes into place. They start digging through rocks and find WATER!

They slide through the water. Red’s lovin’ this and Mokey is the water. The Fraggles all come out into the Fraggle Pond. Red comes out last, whooping and hollering all the way. She does a twist, a tuck, a flip and a flop! WHOOO-HOO!

We get into the connection part of Fraggle Rock right here. The discovery of the water means the Fraggles have new water, the Gorgs’ garden can be watered, the Doozers can have no limit to what they can build (4 SECOND CELEBRATION WHOO), and Doc and Sprocket now have water coming through the pipes.

Doc and Sprocket love their new home. Matt proceeds to be egotistical and gets scared of his own nephew. He is surprised Gobo had the guts to go to the Crevice of Solitude and get the backpack. He wants Gobo to come to Outer Space with him, but Gobo decides to stay in Fraggle Rock with his friends. Matt decides to explore Outer Space and send back artifacts for Gobo. He says he and his friends and get the artifacts together, but Gobo gets his tail grabbed by Sprocket. Wembley throws the trash cheese from Philo and Gunge at Sprocket. He eats it. Red says Gobo should be the one to get the packages. Matt and Gobo boop noses. Gobo wonders what else is connected, and then the camera pans out to show Planet Earth, and then the actual theme song gets played! *Clap Clap* That’s how this episode ends!

*****

Thoughts On This Episode: This was a great pilot. It takes themes from “Beginnings”, but also does other stuff. It definitely had me engaged. I loved the plot, the characters, the songs, ect. I can tell this is gonna be a really good reboot (better than what most are).

Rating: So, my rating system on this will be Radishes. There are 5 Radishes, and I’ll rate the episode out of the 5. I wish I could give this one a 5, but there’s something telling me that’s just too high. This episode receives 4 1/2 out of 5 Radishes.

By the way, please don’t spoil any of the episodes for me because I’m watching one a week and I don’t want spoilers.

See you on the next Fraggle Friday when I review “Red And The Big Jump”!

#red fraggle #fraggle rock #fraggle rock back to the rock #fraggles #fraggle #gobo fraggle #mokey fraggle #wembley fraggle #boober fraggle #doozers #cotterpin doozer #gorgs #junior gorg #doc and sprocket #sprocket #reboot #review #fraggle friday #darkwing duck

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vannahfanfics · 3 years

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Riveting Life Experiences

Category: Friendship Fluff

Fandom: One Piece

Characters: Nami, Vivi Nefertari

Additional Tags: Modern AU, High School AU

Hey, everyone! This story was originally going to be for the One Piece School Zine, but unfortunately it could not be completed due to the pandemic. Still, I thought I would post it for everyone to enjoy!

“Thank you! Enjoy the rest of the festival!” Vivi called gleefully as their latest customer departed, snacking animatedly on the creamy chocolate-covered banana they had just purchased from her and Nami’s booth. Their chocolate-covered banana stand nestled in the junction of the east and west halls and overlooked the stairs leading down to the main rotunda. Nami, fundraiser extraordinaire, had snagged the spot to ensure maximum foot traffic. Vivi suspected that some arm-twisting and potentially frightening threats had been involved, but hey, they’d already made tons of money! Vivi wasn’t about to complain.

Nami snickered devilishly as she leafed through the stack of cash they’d already accumulated in their first two hours of opening.

“Nami,” Vivi laughed with cinched eyebrows, “you know you can’t keep that money, right? All the proceeds are going toward our oceanography club!” As Vivi playfully chided her best friend, the redhead flashed her a sardonic smirk.

“Considering I am the president of the Oceanography Club, the money does technically go to me,” she corrected, now fanning herself with the fat stack of bills. “So, I am going to enjoy this, Vivi, dear.” Vivi could not help but chuckle at Nami’s affluent and opulent attitude.

“All right, Miss President,” Vivi conceded amusedly. The blunette returned her gaze to the front of their booth, where rich chocolate-coated peeled bananas stood in plastic trays that Vivi had adorned in fun stickers to enhance the appeal. Above the colorful flowers and rainbows and a very tasteful unicorn, the candied bananas perched in all their splendor. Some of them simply sported the enamel-like hard chocolate shell, while others flaunted crushed nuts, sprinkles, marshmallow chunks, or swirls of peanut butter. Vivi’s mouth watered as she admired them.

“Excuse me! I’d like two chocolate bananas, please!”

Vivi jolted as she was suddenly addressed. It took her a moment to regain her bearings, so her hands fluttered uselessly across the counter while her mouth opened and shut uselessly. The girl before the stand blinked curiously at Vivi’s odd behavior, stroking a swathe of her voluminous wavy black hair.

“That one, please,” the girl quipped simply with a point of a manicured nail at a peanut butter swirl banana. “Two,” she reminded as Vivi went to pluck one from the display. Cheeks burning, Vivi quickly did as told.

“That’ll be five hundred Berries, please.” The girl held the two bananas by the sticks between her middle and third fingers while she fished some bills out of her uniform pocket. Vivi’s fingers quivered slightly as she took the money from the girl, who thanked her cheerfully before skipping over to a lanky, tan-skinned, dark-haired man with golden eyes lounging by one of the windows and looking totally unimpressed by the school festival.

“Law! Law! I got us some chocolate-covered bananas.”

“Baby 5, I didn’t want— ugh, no, don’t cry— fiiiiine…”

Vivi continued to stand there with carnation-pink cheeks. I can’t believe I was fantasizing what they’d taste like! she thought ashamedly. Her focus should be on making their booth a great success, not consuming the merchandise. However, even as she chastised herself, Vivi’s eyes drifted back down to the scrumptious-looking treats.

“So, Vivi,” Nami asked suddenly. Her slightly inquisitive tone jerked Vivi’s eyes away from the candy-coated bananas. Nami still fanned herself nonchalantly with the wad of cash. “What made you choose chocolate-covered bananas, of all things?”

Vivi’s face immediately alighted with a self-conscious blush again. As she shied away from her friend’s inquisitive stare, Vivi worried her bottom lip between her teeth. She began to swing her body slowly from side to side, eyes flickering from the fruity treats to the redhead’s puzzled expression. Nami’s eyes darted up and down her form, analyzing her body language, but she waited for Vivi to speak instead of prodding her into further fluster.

“You promise that you won’t laugh?”

“Why would I laugh? Surely your reason for picking chocolate-covered bananas isn’t a knee-slapper,” Nami frowned with a raised eyebrow. Vivi’s cheeks brightened to a lovely shade of rose pink, prompting her to press her palms against her face. They immediately began to sweat from the sheer amount of heat rolling off her skin.

“Well, I… Before moving here to Japan, I researched popular trends and events, and happened upon information concerning popular snacks sold at booths like these…” She trailed off as an uncomfortable wave of nervous nausea blossomed in her belly. Nami’s orange eyebrow crept higher and higher up her forehead as she began to stare at Vivi, nonplussed.

“And…?”

“One of them was chocolate-covered bananas.”

Silence settled between them. Vivi squirmed under Nami’s persistent blank stare. She desperately wished that some emotion would show on Nami’s face— confusion, derision, amusement— anything. Instead, her face was a blank slate, her chocolate-brown eyes owlishly wide as the gears turned in her head.

Finally, a smile cracked the vacantness of Nami’s ogle.

“Vivi, why would you think I would laugh at that? That’s adorable!” the redhead squealed and lunged forward to wrap her arms loosely around Vivi’s shoulders. Vivi blushed brightly, both at her statement and the sudden half-embrace.

“R-really?” Vivi squeaked, grabbing Nami’s forearms. Nami flashed her a friendly smile, which caused the little bubbles of anxiety in Vivi’s body to burst one by one. “Thanks… I just thought it was so silly,” she confessed with a light laugh.

“Aw, Vivi,” Nami smiled sweetly. “I don’t think it’s silly at all. You were excited to come to a new place and learn about all the local cultures. I think that’s really cool, actually.”

“You really think so?” Vivi asked doubtfully. Nami’s smile widened, and she raised a hand to boop her gently on the tip of her nose. Vivi snickered at the intimate gesture.

“Yeah! So… Have you ever had a chocolate-covered banana?” Nami asked with a raised eyebrow. When Vivi shook her head, Nami slipped her arms from around Vivi’s to pluck two of the delectable banana treats from the display case. Vivi blushed as Nami presented the fruit on a stick to her. “Go on! Take it!” the redhead insisted, reading Vivi’s unsure expression. “We’ve made plenty of money today; I won’t miss the revenue from a couple of bananas,” she laughed when Vivi’s eyebrows knitted further.

Reluctantly, Vivi took the chocolate-covered banana. She turned the wooden skewer slightly between her thumb and forefinger to inspect the treat from all angles. It was one of the marshmallow-coated ones; the soft, cylindrical structures protruded from the coat of brown candy as rocks rose from cresting waves. After a moment of considering it, she timidly leaned forward to bite off the end of the banana. She immediately released a satisfied hum.

The milk chocolate melted as soon as it hit her tongue, spreading the rich, decadent flavor over her taste buds. The mute sweetness of the banana complimented it supremely, and the pillowy sweetness of the marshmallows perfected the harmony of flavors. Vivi couldn’t help immediately diving in for another bite before she’d even swallowed the first, eyes fluttering shut. Her lashes immediately parted again when she heard Nami chuckle.

“It’s good, huh?” the girl said as she bit into her own banana, one with rainbow sprinkles adorning its chocolate shell. Nami released a similar hum of gratification. “Delicious! I knew I had a stroke of genius for me to ask Sanji to prepare these.”

“I bet it didn’t take much convincing, either, considering you have him wrapped around your finger,” Vivi teased, sticking out the tip of her tongue with a playful wink. Nami smirked triumphantly.

“Hehe, well, he is particularly susceptible to my feminine wiles,” Vivi’s counterpart snickered cheekily. As if summoned, Sanji’s voice came floating down the hallway, rising above the din of pleasant conversation and contented laughter.

“Nami-swaaaaaaan~! Viviiiiiiiiiiii!”

Both of the girls turned to see the blond charging through the crowd, hearts beating in his eyes and trills flying from his mouth as he zoomed from the other end of the school building. Nami leaned on the counter, resting her cheek on her hand and preparing a demure smile. Vivi rolled her eyes; Nami was preparing to swindle Sanji out of several bananas’ worth of his restaurant wages.

Nami was the queen of the hustle, after all— but of course, Vivi was her back-up, so she too draped herself over the edge of their booth to seductively chomp on the chocolate-covered banana. She smirked as Sanji nearly fainted on the spot from the two girls smiling so charmingly at him. Though they’d only just begun, Vivi checked a successful school festival off her list of riveting life experiences. Oh, and trying chocolate-covered bananas, too.

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jaceyneedsabetterusername · 4 years

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Superhero

Pairing: College!Peter x College!Reader

Summary: (Pretty much Infinity War but Peter is in college instead of high school) Peter comes back after the Snap to find that you not only survived, but gave birth to a daughter while he was gone.

Warnings: Mentions of drinking while pregnant, SPOILERS FOR INFINITY WAR/ ENDGAME

Word Count: 2819

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Five years. Five years ago, you finally felt like your life was coming together. You’d just turned 23 and gotten out of those awkward transitional years from high school to college. You’d gotten a fairly decent job while getting your degree. You’d met the love of your life, Peter Parker, in a Critical Thinking Through Argumentation and Debate course your freshman year of university.

But then everything changed.

“Y/N? Y/N, are you okay?” Peter’s frantic voice still rang fresh in your memory as if it were happening now.

You stared at the New York skyline in terror, a large circular ship floating midair, “Yes- yes, I’m alright! Are you?” You asked, heart pounding.

“Thank God,” He murmured.

“Aliens?” You asked, already being familiar with his exploits as an Avenger. Knowing that it all existed was much different than feeling the imminent danger of it happening to you right now.

You could almost hear him nod on the other end in confirmation, “Aliens.”

“Dammit, Peter. Don’t do anything stupid!” You yelled through the phone, running your hands through your hair as explosions started ringing. It was silent on the other end of the line, “Peter? Peter?! I swear to God- Where are you?” You had to get to him. You had to make sure he was okay.

“OH MY GOD IT’S MOVING! I think I’m going to space.” Peter sounded more excited than he should have for being blasted into space.

“Peter Parker! Why are you going into space?” Even from where you stood, far outside of Manhattan out in Queens, you could see the ship slowly ascend back into the sky, “Are you on the ship?” Your voice suddenly lowered to barely above a whisper.

There was a small pause, “I love you Y/N.” And then the line cut out.

That was the last time you saw him. The last time you’d heard his voice, really heard his voice outside of videos or voicemails. That was five years ago when half of the known universe disappeared in what had come to be known as the Blip. You’d ended up hearing the true story about Thanos and the snap from Natasha when she learned that you’d remained. But nobody knew what had happened and nobody knew how to bring anyone back.

That was also three months before you’d found out you were pregnant. You’d found out almost into your second trimester, which made you feel stupid for not putting the signs together sooner. But, in all honesty, you’d figured the missed periods and depression were from stress and depression throwing your body into a spiral. You’d lost almost everyone you loved. The world was thrown into disarray.

But finally by month three, you’d bought a test just to rule out the slim possibility that you could have been pregnant (and by that point it would have been a miracle if you hadn’t miscarried from the amount of stress, lack of eating, and more than a healthy amount of alcohol some nights). Low and behold, though, it appeared that miracles did happen because six months later you gave birth to your beautiful, healthy daughter, Adelyn Astrid Parker.

Most of your friends and family had been lost in the snap. You were on your own with the exception of when Natasha or Steve stopped by to make sure you were okay but they were both a million years away, agonizing over how to bring everyone back. You, on the other hand, were struggling just to survive and learn how to be a single mother, all while still dealing with your grief.

But that was five years ago.

Now, things had settled back into whatever normal could now be called. Schools had reopened, people started working again, there were weddings and birthdays and bar mitzvahs. You’d stayed in yours and Peter’s old apartment on the edge of Queens and had gotten an entry level job in your field that paid surprisingly well for what it was. Adelyn was almost five now, smaller than most kids her age, but still beautiful and smart. Everything about her reminded you of her father.

You smeared the peanut butter and jelly onto slices of bread before pressing them together, “Addie! Lunch is ready!” You called to your daughter who played with Legos in her room. She came running into the living room and knelt down on the ground, immediately smearing all the jelly all over her little, now sticky hands.

“Thank you.” She thanked with a mouth full of half chewed food, making a big show of showing you her mashed food.

“You’re so gross.” You laughed at her, booping her nose gently.

Just as you did so, the front door to your apartment swung open with a crash and you screamed, immediately lunging over to shield your daughter.

“Y/N?” A scared, shaky voice asked. A voice that you hadn’t heard in five years.

Slowly, you opened your eyes to see him standing there in your living room. Peter stood there, still in his Spiderman suit, wearing everything but the mask. His hair was disheveled and his face was cut up. He looked as if he hadn’t slept in days and like he’d been crying for hours.

“Peter? What the- how the-” Your brain couldn’t form coherent thoughts. How was he here? Where had he been? You’d thought he died. On shaky, weak legs, you made your way to your feet and stumbled into his strong arms.

He felt just like he did when he left. Strong, firm, like he’d never let you fall. Peter dipped his head down low into the crook of your neck and cradled your head against his chest. Hot tears began pouring down your face and you could tell by the wetness seeping through your shirt that he was sobbing too.

“I missed you so much. I missed you so so much.” His fingers scrunched into your hair, pulling you impossibly closer to him.

“Mommy…?” A small voice asked from behind you.

You looked over your shoulder to see your Addie sitting there, still looking terrified at this strange man who’d just burst into your apartment.

Peter’s arms slowly dropped around you, “Mommy?” He asked, eyes wide, unsure of whether this meant you’d moved on very fast or if she was his. But one look at the young girl and the answer was clear.

You rushed over to your daughter and picked her up, trying to show her everything was okay. Peter’s eyes darted between the two girls before him and watched as you nodded awkwardly before gesturing towards him, “Daddy.” You admitted, chewing your lip nervously.

He almost visibly choked. “Daddy? She’s… she’s mine?”

You nodded, “She’s yours. This is Adelyn Astrid Parker.”

Peter looked like he was just hit by a train. He’d already looked like hell when he came bursting in but now he looked like something snapped within him.

“Let me get you some water.”

Addie was sitting in front of the TV, watching one of her favorite shows, while you and Peter sat in the little kitchen nook, drinks in between each of your hands. “So five years?” He asked, still trying to adjust to this new reality.

You nodded, staring down at your fingers on your cup, “Five years.” You confirmed.

“Did you know before-” He questioned, scared to know the truth but desperate to know.

You shook your head, cutting him off, “No. I found out three months after,” You snorted slightly, “I know, it’s really late.” In the old days, he probably would have teased you about it but nothing was funny about any of this now. You almost wished it was, though. Anything to break this dark cloud that seemed to loom over the room.

“Can-can you tell me about it?” He asked shyly. Was that a weird request? To know about your pregnancy? It just killed him that he missed it. He missed it all. You did everything alone, without him, and he could only imagine how scary it was.

You sipped your water, “Well, um, honestly, she’s kind of my miracle baby. I didn’t pick up on the signs at first. I thought my body was out of whack ‘cause of stress and I just kind of took a test to rule out the possibility but low and behold,” You indicated to your daughter who was blissfully unaware of everything, engulfed in her show. You sniffled slightly, “I really thought I fucked up, Peter. I was drinking a lot before I found out because I’d lost almost everyone and was scared. I stopped right when I saw the positive test but I really thought I hurt her. I don’t know how or why but she was born on August 4th four years ago, perfectly healthy.”

Peter could sense the hurt in your voice and reached across the table to hold your hand, “You didn’t know. You can’t beat yourself up for that. And like you said, she’s healthy. That’s what matters.” He sighed and buried his face in his hands, “I am so sorry that I left you alone. I am so sorry that you had to go through all of this by yourself.”

You reached across and gently touched his arm, “You don’t get to hate yourself for that. You were doing your duty and saving the world. You couldn’t control that you were in the half that disappeared. What matters is that you’re here now.”

“Yeah…” He said sadly, looking down at the table.

You squeezed his hand, “What happened?” You asked gently. Something was wrong with him. He looked horribly beat up physically but he also looked like he was in anguish emotionally, and more than just finding out about his daughter.

His lips began to quiver slightly, “There was a battle. I don’t know exactly what happened but I was on a planet with... “ A darkness suddenly washed over him, “With Mr. Stark and this guy who calls himself Starlord and a few other people. We almost stopped him. We almost stopped Thanos but then... we lost. Half of us disintegrated and I was in this weird place that I can’t even describe. But there were a lot of people there. Then one day the wizard guy showed up and these portals opened and there was another war. And… and… Stark is dead.” Peter poured his heart out to you, tears beginning to overflow.

You couldn’t even fathom what he’d gone through or what he’d seen. How do you comfort someone like that? Unsure of what else to do, you slid over to sit next to him and just let him collapse into you, crying.

“Peter, I am so sorry.” You held him close, just like you did Addie when she was hurt or sad, and just sent as much love through your touch as you possibly could. “He loved you so much.”

He nodded into your shoulder, “I couldn’t save him. I couldn’t save him.” He just kept murmuring over and over again.

“Shh, I know you and I know that you did everything you possibly could. He knows that too.” You ran your fingers through his hair, feeling the dried sweat and blood caked into it and only imagining how it had gotten there and wondering whose blood it was.

“Y’know, I know this may sound sort of lame but Addie, her middle name is Astrid. It’s sort of a stretch but I know how much you love Tony and even though you weren’t there I figured that maybe I could pretend you were when I named her. So I thought that Stark was like ‘Star’ but I didn’t like that so I went with Astrid. So, like I said, it’s really kind of a stretch, but I sort of named her after Stark cause I thought it was something you might like if you were there.”

Peter sat up from your shoulder and smiled a little. In fact, he almost chuckled, “That is kind of a stretch but I like it. I love it.” He wiped his tears away and sniffled. He brushed his fingers through his hair and sat up, his eyes red and puffy again, “Can I meet her?” He asked, voice cracking.

You nodded and smiled, “Of course,” You looked back towards the living room, “Addie, baby? Can you come here please?”

Without a word, she stood up and walked over to you, looking back at the TV while she walked until she tripped over a toy. You and Peter couldn’t help but giggle at your adorably clumsy child. It wasn’t a hard fall though (and you know kids, they’re practically made out of rubber) so she bounced back up with a laugh and made her way over to you. You stood up and walked around to kneel next to Peter, putting on hand on his thigh and one hand on her shoulder.

“Peter, this is Adelyn Astrid Parker. Addie, this is your daddy.” You introduced officially.

Addie looked up at him with furrowed brows, “Daddy?” She’d never had a ‘daddy’ before. As far as she had always been concerned, it was her and Mommy against the world.

“Yep, this is your daddy.” You smiled, rubbing small circles on Peter’s thigh with your thumb.

“The superhero?” She asked, trying to put the pieces together. Peter was taken aback. The superhero?

You nodded, excited that your little family was finally complete, “Yep.”

Peter waved awkwardly, “Hi, Addie.” This was undeniably his daughter. She had the same curly brown hair and they had the same eyes. She looked almost like the girl equivalent of him.

“Mommy said you were gone being a superhero and saving the world. Where were you?” Addie was trying to put the pieces together in her head. You’d made sure that she’d known that she had a dad. You’d even shown her photos of him. But you’d told her that he was a superhero who was off helping people. The last thing you wanted was for her to grow up thinking that Peter had just abandoned her.

Peter looked taken back by the question, almost unsure of how to answer, so you stepped in, “He was off far away making sure that me and you and everyone else in the universe was safe from bad guys.”

Peter watched in amazement as you spoke so animatedly to your young daughter, poking her every now and then for emphasis, especially when you talked about bad guys.

“What happened to your face?” She pointed at the cuts and bruises bluntly.

His eyes widened and he moved to cover some of the abrasions, “Oh, just superhero stuff. The bad guys were tough this time.” He chuckled a little, trying to keep it as light hearted as possible and not remember details about the war. It was too much right now.

“Stay here!” Addie put up a tiny hand before running off. Peter’s eyes widened in surprise at the sudden demand from the five year old but stayed there anyways. You chuckled as she ran off and then returned with a little toy doctor kit, one of the Doc McStuffins toys.

Addie opened the plastic ‘doctor bag’ and took out a box of real band aids, “I help my toys feel better all the time. Here, this will help.” She took out a band aid and removed the protective seals with ease before climbing onto his lap without warning and stuck a dinosaur band aid on one of the small cuts on his cheek. He flinched at the less than graceful contact but kept a smile nonetheless.

“Thank you. I feel much better.” Peter squeezed her against his body, feeling right away that this was right. This was where he was supposed to be. It almost felt like he’d known her all his life.

You watched them interact and were almost amazed at how natural it seemed. Peter almost seemed more nervous than Addie was but you assumed that it was because she at least recognized him from the pictures now that the puzzle had been put together for her. You’d zoned out, not hearing them talk anymore but watching the way they smiled and how much more comfortable they seemed with each other after each second.

Suddenly, Addie threw her arms around Peter again, like she would never let him go, “My daddy is a superhero. That’s so cool.” She stated with a smile, her eyes closed.

You pushed yourself back up to join the duo, wrapping your arms around both of them, “That’s right. He’s a hero. He gives his all to keep everyone safe.”

Peter shifted and adjusted his arms so that his arms wrapped around both you and Addie and he pulled all of you in as close as possible, never wanting to let go of his first true family moment. “I’m never going to disappear again. I’ll always be your hero.”

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koko-bopp · 4 years

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Just A Little Bit Longer

han jisung x male!reader

word count - 1.3K

genre - FLUFFFFFFFFFFF, domestic!au

warning(s) - make y'all listen when nature calls and make sure to eat breakfast no matter how adorable your partner is :D

synopsis - duty calls but Jisung's boyfriend is heavily persistent that their cuddle session is much more important than absolutely anything and everything they need to get done.

"Jisung... I gotta go," you whispered, your chest was stuck to his back with your face burried into his shoulder. Both of you were on your sides, but facing the same direction. You had your arms wrapped around his torso but Jisung had pulled your hands up to his chest, holding them as he caressed the skin of the top of your hand. Both of you in warm clothing with a blanket over selective sections of your bodies.

It was cold, and neither of you were bothered to enough to turn the heater on because then it would get too warm to cuddle; Jisung even got angry at you when you needed to get up to go to the bathroom; like damn, nature calls but also, you totally understood; he had to break the cuddle bond once so he could pick up a phone call and he had to kiss away your pout.

You two would just chat about nothing an everything sometimes, facing each other with soft tones, sometimes your eyes were closed while you two spoke but you knew Jisung was hovering a finger over your features, just trying to remember every detail for the hell of it.

Sometimes Jisung would be snoring and you had to stop yourself from gigging, Jisung caught you drooling once and he accidently woke you up from laughter.

It had been like this since six in the morning, you'd just... decided to show up and Jisung being Jisung was awake doing nothing and everything so you dragged him to bed with you. Kissing his cheeks here and then, him booping your nose for fun and you scrunching your face in the process.

"Noo," he whined, holding onto your hands tighter as if all your responsibilities would go away if he just did. "I haven't seen you in days, I just wanna stay like this."

You chuckled softly, holding onto your boyfriend tighter, "You still need to have breakfast, peanut."

He smiled at the nickname, you had come up with it as a joke after going along with everyone calling him a squirrel. You were first content on calling your boyfriend 'acorn' but it was eventually decided by the court (you and the rest of Stray Kids) that peanut was probably the much cuter and easier alternative.

Jisung shook his head, his eyes were shut tight as he did, "It's overrated, I get my nutrition from your affection."

You rolled his eyes in amusement, taking the moment to press a kiss on your boyfriend's cheek, "But you really need something other than my love, babe"

He looked over at you, and you looked up him before he had decided to turn over, moving your hand that was hugging from the right of him up so he could now face you, brining his face close to yours and be bought held your hand in the middle of both our chests. He had a small pout on his lips, but he spoke anyway, "I have work too."

You chuckled at this, then fauxed a small pout too just to mimic your boyfriend's expression, locking eyes with him as you spoke, "What time?"

"One in the afternoon, so that's three hours after you're gone for work," Jisung reminded, then continued, "And there's no designated end time, so god know when I'll see you next time, [Y/N]."

That was true, you kinda hated his job, mainly the schedule and the fact that they over work your poor boyfriend but you also loved the moments how happy he looks when doing his job. You were involved in simpler sectors so your job was beyond flexible compared to him.

You spoke up, "I'll come by every morning then," you said, "It's not a problem, you know I'd get up early if it meant spending time with you."

"Baby, you'd jump off a building if I asked you to, but it wouldn't be fair if you kept losing half an hour of sleep because of me," Jisung said, a little bit of guilt in his tone.

You frowned sadly, especially because the time was close to 10:40 and you really had to get to work now. Part of you didn't want to leave Jisung, and the other part of you wanted to make the black coffee with no cream and no sugar for the ninety year old lady that always comes at midday.

You leaned forward to kiss Jisung on the nose, you both closed your eyes as you did, Jisung giggling softly at the affection before you placed bought your hand up to move Jisung's hair out of his face, "If you're free after six, just call me and we'll do this all again until tomorrow. If not, I'll come but at six and we can do whatever you want."

Jisung sighed, but nodded with a happy-enough smile on his face, "You mean the world to me, you know that yeah?"

You grinned, placing your hand in Jisung's, giving his knuckle a kiss, "And the feeling is beyond mutual, baby" you say, "but I really have to go."

"I'll call you," Jisung chimes, watching you get up and put on your jacket that was left carelessly on the end of his bed.

"I'll bring you a chocolate croissants in the morning," you chuckle.

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findingtheperfectcharacter · 4 years

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Hiding from the spotlight

Unsymp October 1!

Tw: Child abuse (physical manhanding a child and emotionally being terrible, and ignoring their wants, unsymp Patton, Symp everyone else, child!sides (the twins and Virgil are 10.), implied Loceit

@unsympathetic-october-2020

Logan hated these kinds of things. So many child fears in one room, he could see the way some of their bodies sat stiffly in their chairs. Or how others clung to their parents. The subtle shake in their voices as they practiced their lines. According to Keysers and Parrett 2004's study on monkeys, similar neurons are released when people do an action to when they see an action occurring. This explained why seeing those children in this state made his stomach twist into metaphorical knots.

He couldn't stand it and led the twins to a smaller out-of-the-way hallway.The 10-year-olds were practicing their dance for the car jingle with practiced ease. He could still remember the day when they first made that PowerPoint listing the reasons why they should be allowed to audition professionally and what could he say, one slide of, "it'll be fun" one of "It'll keep me from stealing" and 18 more slides of 'please, pretty please' and puppy dog faces... It was an extremely compelling.

"I don't want to be here." He heard a voice mutter. He turned and found a child in a black hoodie and a cloud shaped pin gripping the edge of his jeans. He was younger than his own boys, or at the very least smaller. His eyes flickered back and forth, anxiously looking around it seemed like he was trying to hide from something.

"Where's your guardian?" Logan asked, the child shook his head and clung to his leg, "Please no, please no, don't let him find me."

Logan was frankly bewildered by this situation and mildly uncomfortable with this child gripping onto his leg, but he couldn't help but have pity for him as he began to weep. He shook him off so he could kneel down and look into his black eyes.

"What's your name?" Logan asked.

The child sniffed and played with the strings of his hoodie, "Virgil."

Logan nodded, "Well Virgil, I have no legal authority to separate you from your guardian and frankly there are too many witnesses for me to do so and get away with it. A Far more reasonable thing for me to do at the moment is to talk to your guardian about the situation as an adult on your behalf."

Virgil's eyes widened, sparkling in the light, "You'd really do that for me?"

He nodded, he thought it wouldn't be too difficult to convince his guardian to let Virgil not do the audition. Virgil took his hand and led him to the bathrooms where a man with a baby blue polo was fretting. The man's face lit up and he hugged Virgil, picking him up and spinning him.

"Virgy! Oh dear why did you run away like that?" He turns to Logan, a brilliant smile on his face, "I'm so sorry for all of this trouble." Virgil's guardian tried to pet his short black curls but the child turned away, so he gripped his head with one hand and forced Virgil's head to his chest. "My name's Patton," he held out his hand.

Logan didn't take it, "Your child, Virgil. He sharred with me the fact that he does not wish to be here. As a fellow parent, I suggest that you quit the auditions for the sake of his health. I would also suggest that you don't touch him unless he wishes to be touched."

Patton laughed, "Is this how you get all the parents to quit?" He kisses Virgil's cheek, "We're prepared for a little competition and we're totally going to wow those judges right sweetie."

Virgil stayed quiet until Patton flicked him, "Virgey! Pay attention, what did poppa just say?"

"We're gonna wow the judges." His voice was barely audible.

Patton booped his nose, "That's right you are you little star! Oh! That rhymes! Neat!" He turns his attention back to Logan, "Where are your kids anyway?"

Logan cursed mentally, it was not typical of him to get caught up in these kinds of things- but he did. He ran down the hall to see Remus, seconds from hitting Roman on the shoulder with his toy morning star.

"Remus." He said and the boy immediately dropped it.

"HE STARTED IT!"

"WHAT?! No I didn't, you did with your giant oaf feet!"

"At least my feet taste good."

"What does that- what do you mean?!"

"Do you peanut butter toe soak?"

Logan rubbed his temple, as the boys continued to speak, "Court is now in session."

The twins huffed and sat down quietly. Logan pointed at Roman, "Roman, you have the stands."

And so the conversation went on with the children defending themselves and cross examining each other until a decision could be made. After the final verdict (Remus owed Roman an apology for enacting violence in this case as it was not self defense even if Roman's words were cruel and Roman promised not to insult him for 2 weeks as reparations for emotional damages.)

As soon as the argument ended Roman blurted out, "So who was that creepy kid you were talking to?"

Remus bumped him, "You're not supposed to call people creepy."

"But he was! He looked like a Vampire... Do you think that's why he was wearing that hood? Dad are you a vampire now?!"

"Can you imagine how cool it would be to have a bloodsucked as a dad?! Think he'd bite me, I wanna see how sharp those teeth are!" He made a biting motion in the air.

Logan cleared his throat, "Actually boys, that kid's name is Virgil and I think he's in big trouble. The kind of trouble daddy fixes."

Roman grinned, "Ooooh solving crimes? Can we help?"

Logan ruffled his hair, "Leave this one to me Princey, I think getting you two involved will only lead to more trouble."

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"I-IeeEe Virgil's voice came in as an offkey whine. The pianist looked at him with a smile, "Go on kid, take your time." Patton was in the audience and gave him a big thumbs up, "I" his eyes began welling up with tears.

Patton looked at Virgil than the judges and said, "May I talk with him, just for a second. It's his first audition and I think my kiddo just got a little stage fright." The one on the far left shrugged, Virgil whimpered when he grabbed his arm and dragged him offstage.

"What is wrong with you? Do you like embarrassing me is that it? Do you like making me look like I can't handle my kid? This is two times today!" Virgil mouthed out a small I'm sorry. Patton laughed a louder, harsher sound than anything he did in public, "If you were sorry you wouldn't have done it. Stupid brat," he gripped Virgil's arm more tightly, "I'm giving you the world and all you want to do is whine and complain, whine and complain every goddamn second. 'I don't wanna do sports poppa, I don't wanna do art poppa. You're useless! And too old to be crying like this." Virgil's breath hitched in between sobs as Patton grabbed his shoulders, "Stop crying and do something!"

Logan burst into the hallway, a shining blue light in the darkness, Patton straightened his shirt, "Oh hi! It's you again, how did your kids do-"

"The feeling's far from mutual. I just felt the need to inform you that my husband is a lawyer for cases of child abuse and everything you just said and did was caught on camera." He showed Patton his iphone, to his utter horror, Logan couldn't help the beam on his face as he watched the man's eyes grow to the size of dinner plates. He pat his shoulder and gave a small nod to Virgil, who seemed equally awe-struck.

"I reccomend you contact your lawers as soon as you can."

And with that, Logan walked away, confident that soon Virgil would be safe. He looked down at his own kids and smiled at the thought of the quiet black haired boy finding a family of his own.

#Tw child abuse #Unsympathetic Patton #Ask to tag #Virgil angst

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This Week In BL

April 2021 Part 5

Being a highly subjective assessment of one tiny corner of the interwebs.

Ongoing Series - Thai

Close Friend Ep 2 (JaFirst) - First is a cat. No actually a cat. It was WEIRD. Cute, but creeping towards beastiality. It reminded me of that strange series out of China (@heretherebedork says Youth in the Breeze). The most amusing thing to me was that the cat used Thai formal linguistic register when of course cats would use informal rude guu mueng with EVERYONE. No cat would use pom. Don’t be ridiculous, Thailand.

Second Chance Ep 5 - still invested, things progressed for all 3 couples, in one direction or another. They cuties. I love them. Carry on.

Y-Destiny Ep 5 - the “virgin scoreboard” is gonna make the seme real hard to redeem with this pairing. If they bother. This might be a life lesson episode. What does it remind me of? Oh yes. Kids. *SHUDDER* Point of interest: did you notice Team uses ha with Mon? What a pushy flirt.

Lovely Writer Ep 10 - honestly I just love it when Poppy shows up in anything, why is he such a delightful screen presence? (Gene’s brother) Sorry, distracted. What happened in this one? Oh, ya know, stuff and things. Family drama. (It is just me or have they been giving us some long ass episodes lately?) Obligatory beach trip activated. (Result = dumb probability mathematics jokes.) Next week it looks like we have Keeping Actor’s Closeted 101. You know the Casting Couch? This is the Casting Closet.

Fish Upon The Sky Ep 4 - early stage confession, how fun. It’s not unprecedented it just usually means we are in 4 act structure, not 3, which means Fish might go more serious than I thought. Honestly? I’m losing interest mostly because I’ve gone from mild annoyance to active dislike of Pi. Happened to me with Tine too. They better redeem this obtuse tsundere uke soon or he’s not tsundere at all he’s just a jackwit.

Brothers Ep 13 fin - a kiss and the family finds out about the not-so-brotherly brothers, drama, graduation, THE END. My side-dish happy heart made thumps over Q + delivery boy, I’m sad they got so little screen time. My babies KhunKaow did get a tiny coming out sequence as such. I’m seriously considering doing myself a bootleg of just the KhunKaow plot, but that means I’d have to rewatch the whole darn series and I can’t STAND the idea. Which should give you insight into how not good this show it. Very NOT good. Must we get a season 2? Please stop now, Line.

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

HIStory 4: Close To You (Taiwan) Ep 7 - Muren is the cutest peanut and anyone who says otherwise can fight me, although they probably have to go through Licheng first. I was NOT invested in these two at the beginning, but as a couple? They own my soul. The other storyline is still the dumpster fire that I can’t decide to roast marshmallows over (knowing they’ll get tinged with eu de trash) or flee from in horror clutching my pearls and my nose. H4 continues to provide the quality psyche torture I’ve come to expect from this franchise. *sarcastic thumbs up* *** A word on seeing Boxiang show up (side dish from H3:MODC). It was an unexpected pleasure, I loved his pairing (May/December is a winner for me *glares at Method*) but I do think it was a bone from the franchise telling us that we are never getting that spin-off or reboot that people yearn for. However, how AWESOME that Licheng has someone to go to and ask about topping properly. Otherwise he’s sure to have screwed it up. (Pun intended.)

Papa & Daddy (Tailwan) Ep 1-2 - this came out of nowhere and is ADORABLE. Applies a ton of BL tropes (cheek kiss, his closet, B&W stripes, drag baby around, boop) but what IS it? More slice of gay domesticity than romance. Like 2019′s Kinou Nani Tabeta? or currently airing Close Friend. I enjoy this style, very wholesome, but I’m not sure what to call it. (Bonus points for cutie lesbians.) A bit weird to have a kid with your partner and STILL not be out to your parents. I hope they aren’t going to throw in a break up for dramatic effect.

My Lascivious Boss (Vietnam) Ep 4 - I’m really enjoying this series. It’s unabashedly queer, although there’s some problematic stuff lurking under the wig. How it ends is gonna dictate if they handled this stylishly. But hot damn the leads ZING on screen together and their crackling prank-flirting is a joy to watch.

Word of Honor (China) Ep 31-33 - moving into the home stretch. Big rescue and the band is back together (presumably for the final slaughter). Then a death! *this is my shocked face* Did I tear up? Of course I did. 4 act structure is designed for maximum pathos during the final 1/4. Did we all faint from the symbolism of the love token hair stick being gently thrust into Ah Xu’s bun? Sure we did. All that and sill I’m flagging. This is a long-arse show. Save me, Korea, with your iItsy bitsy teenie weenie...

Nobleman Ryu’s Wedding (Korea) Ep 5-6 - I am getting such strong 12th Night vibes from this. Tae Hyung is now brigadier of BL’s historical himbo brigade. (To be deployed whenever you are in need of poetry or a cut sleeve.) This show is all ridiculous charm and I LOVE it. Although, five seconds of Lee Sang is not enough Lee Sang. I had to immediately rewatch Wish You.

Gossip

Nitiman gave us an actor intro BTS teaser.

Kang In Soo (AKA Kyang Insoo) posted a cute behind the photo shoot of Nobleman Ryu’s Wedding plus a silly interview with Jang Eui Soo on his YouTube channel (you should subscribe, it’s a fun channel, his fitness regime is both insane and inspiring).

My Engineer 2 dropped a couch interview with the boys but it feels like one that was filmed a while ago (oh and no subs).

STARTING SOON: Nitiman, Love Area, Top Secret Together, Be Loved in House, & I Promised You The Moon

Nitiman (Thai) May 7, One 31. University set, moons, engineering students, enemies to lovers, adapted. - Looks to be a solid 2 Moons knock off, I’m in.

Love Area (Thai) May 8, AIS Play, 10 eps total. Restaurant set, stars Pak Chavitpong (the only good thing about Cupid Coach) and the OST is sung by Jeff Satur (Ingredients). - It’s boys in love revolving around food = my kryptonite, try to stop me from watching this probable trash.

Top Secret Together (Thai) May 14, Line TV. 5 couples, one IRL (Newyear from I Am Your King), story arcs revolve around secrets. - I’m getting fatigued by these multi-couple sampler pack dramas, but I’ll try it for Newyear’s sake.

Be Loved in House: I Do (Taiwan YES!) May 20, Viki. Office set, relationships prohibited at work by a new boss, one of the employees is determined to figure out why. Grumpy/tsundere pairing so loads of drama. - I am so flipping excited for this one. A 4th BL series from Taiwan in less than a year? That’s unprecedented. GO BABY ISLAND GO!

I Promised You the Moon (Thai) May 27, Line TV. Follow up to I Told Sunset About You with the boys now at university. - I won’t be watching this as I have yet to finish season 1.

Possibly Gameboys season 2. - Rumors are all over the place right now on this.

Next Week Looks Like This:

Some shows may be listed later than actual air date for International accessibility reasons.

Upcoming 2021 BL master post here.

Links to watch are provided when possible, ask in a comment if I missed something.

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Sammy

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Chapter Warnings: Sad Sammy, drunk dean

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You looked over only to see Sam, "hey." He said sitting down next to you, "hi." You said back as he leaned back on his hands. "So that was hot... " He said shocking you a bit, even when you two were together neither of you were really flirtatious, and everyone knew it. "What was? " You asked already knowing the answer but wanting to hear him say it. "The whole rope swing scene... " He chuckled a bit looking down before you had time to see his blush, he slowly inched his hands towards yours, before slipping his pinky on top of yours, which made your head snap down to the both of yours hands. "Hey, do you wanna get out of here? " He asked sounding doubtful of himself. You simply nodded with a smile, that's when he stood up and dusted off his pants before reaching down and offering you his hand, you gladly took it missing the feel of his big hand wrapped around your dainty one. But once you stood up, you didn't let go, you just held on while he led you to his truck, god you missed that truck and all the memories made in it.

Once you got there you remember Jake, "crap, I have to go find Jake, and tell him I'm leaving... " You said stopping as he was about to open your door, he looked down at you lovingly, "of course I'll wait for you. " He said smiling as he kissed your cheek. You smiled up at him and started walking back towards the party, "give me 5!" You threw over your shoulder. As you started running, you were stopped before you could even get to a good pace, by Dean, Megan, and Jake. And none of them looked great. Dean was in the middle with one arm around Megan's waist and the other over Jakes shoulder, Jakes was on Dean's right, with his arm slung over Dean's shoulder, and Jake was just slumped over looking tired. Meagan was probably the most waisted she had both arms around Dean and was leaving hickeys all over him, which made you jealous and sick. No! Stop! You can't think like that, things with Sam might work out. Shaking the thought from your head, you decided none of them would be driving tonight, sighing heavily, you looked to Dean and said, "You guys look like crap... " "Hey at least we look better than you! " Megan exclaimed trying to through a slap at you which was easily dodged because one; you stepped back, and two; Dean ' accidently' dropped her.

"I'm calling you guys a cab, and Dean I'll drive you car to Jakes place, I assume that your going home with her tonight. " You said keeping eye contact with Dean but pointing to Megan. He just shook his head and mumbled, "nobbbody, toucchs Babs. " Which made little sense to you, but you assumed he meant you weren't driving his car. "Dean it's either you leave your car here or I drive it. " You said giving him two options. "Finee, yo drive, but I come wit. " I sighed and called Megan a cab, before helping Dean and Jake to the car.

"Ok Dean, stay here, don't try driving this car. You hear me Winchester. " He nodded with a big goofy smile. "Ok." You went to lean out of the car, before Dean grabbed your arm, dragging your focus to him, the close proximity was making you as red as a tomato you were sure. "Yes Dean? " You ask both fearing the answer and feeling excited for it, "Your cute when your bossy, " He giggled, yes he giggled. "Boop." He said said poking your nose, you slapped his hand away, before leaning out of the car, already missing the closeness of Dean. Closing the door you called Sam, knowing you'd have to cancel

~Phone Call~

"Hey babe, is everything ok? " He asked, the cute nickname he had given you coming back to life. "Yeah... Hey Sam, I'm so sorry but I'm going to have to make a rain check... " You said biting your lip, in anticipation waiting for his answer. "Ok... " He said a little disappointed, making you frown. "How about tomorrow? You can pick me up at Jakes at let's say 3: 30? " You asked a little hopeful, suspecting he'd agree. "Yeah, I'll be there! " He said with happiness turning your frown upside down. "Ok see you then. " You said ready to hang up, when you hear those three words you thought you'd never hear directed at you from Sam again, "hey (y/n). I... I love you. " Silence. That's it. Silence, and when you couldn't say it back, or even feel butterflies in your stomach, you knew. You didn't love him anymore. No matter how much you wanted to you couldn't, but you couldn't hurt him either, he had been so good to you. "Yeah, goodnight Sam. See you tomorrow. " You said hanging up before he could reply.

Driving back home, you felt awful. It used to be so easy, saying "I love you. " To Sam, it was like second nature. But you can't, not anymore. You can't hurt him like that. But you couldn't hurt him even more by saying you didn't love him anymore. So you decided to fake it till you make it! Looking over to a sleeping Dean was a nice sight. He looked so peaceful, so worry free, and all you wanted to do was reach over and touch him. But you couldn't, you refrained, plus he was probably dating Megan now, and you did not want to know what would happen if she found out you kissed him, let alone touch him.

Shaking the thought from your mind, you pulled up to Jake's cabin. He was renting it for the summer from a friend of his that he worked with. He never really explained his job to you, but you never really asked. Helping the two giant men inside, you sat them down at the table, watching Jake lay his head back down, while dean rubbed his eyes made you giggle.

"Ok, boys! How about a sandwich and a little water! " You said enthusiastically trying to annoy at least Dean, "shhh!!! " He whisper yelled at you, "keep it down! " Handing Jake and him a glass of water, you sat down some Advil in front of them as well, "drink." Was all you said before turning around facing the counter. Making three peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, you brought them back to the table, seeing that both of them took their pills, and drank some water, were fully awake. You sat the plates in front of them, "thanks." They each mumbled, stuffing their faces. You laughed watching them scarf down their food in a matter of minutes. "What? " Dean asked mouth full. "Can you eat any faster? " You asked him raising and eyebrow.

"No. No I can not. " He replied taking another bite, which made you giggled. "I like your laugh. " He said mouth now empty. You blushed. Yep, you were in love. You threw that thought out of the window as well as all your lust for this man. You just stood up before making your way to the stairs, "well good night guys, I'm going to sleep. " You said going up the stairs. "Night." Jake said continuing with his sandwich. Dean watched you until he couldn't see you anymore.

"Did I say something wrong? " Dean asked. "Nah probably not, she's just cranky sometimes. " Jake replied obviously still a bit buzzed. Dean just looked down at his plate a confused look on his face. "Well night bro, there's blankets in that closet over there, " Jake said point towards a closet on the other side of the live room, "hope you don't mind taking the couch! " Jake said already halfway up the stairs, Dean just shook his head as to say, "not at all. " Dean got a blanket and laid down on the couch, closing his eyes trying to sleep. 'Good luck with that... ' he thought to himself, 'There's no way I can get any sleep if (y/n) 's in the same house. '

Authors Note Sorry this one's kinda short guys it's late in tired. Anyways if you have any suggestions let me know! ❤ y'all g'night!

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