#wow i completely forgot i used to be so upset about this as a kid that i filled a notebook with every instance lol
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Hey, are your orders open? if so could you do headcanons of the yugioh characters reacting to s/o who has an obsession with the mystical elf card?
Nah cuz I had to search up the card cuz I forgot what it was 💀💀 also I was using a different fanfic site and just saw it so I kinda rushed to get dis done lmao 😭
Yu-gi-oh boys reacting to their S/o having an obsession w/ the mystical elf card
Yugi Muto
He honestly didn’t notice-
I mean he picked up on how constant you used it and talked about it but at the same time he does that to a lot of cards in his deck so didn’t think anything of it
He’ll listen to what you’re saying always though
Doesn’t matter how many times you have been talking about this card, he’s gonna act like it’s his first time hearing about it from you
He got you a keychain that had the mystical elf on it because he knew you would like it but he didn’t know you would like it that much
You were basically jumping with joy on this
He was too-
As long as your happy he’s happy
He listens to you repeat the same story over and over and over again about using the Mystical elf card and doesn’t get tired of it ever
“Ok so like I was battling this one dude who was all about offense and guess what?!?”
“What?”
“You have to guess Yugi!”
“Uhh, let’s see here… you used a spell card?”
“No! I got the mystical elf; she protected me and she helped me not lose…”
“Oh wow.”
“She really is my guardian angel. She must have sent you down as a gift for me.”
“She really is spectacular… and you know who else is?”
“Who????”
“You.”
“Yugi!”
Yami Yugi
He’s always listening
He loves to hear you go on and on about her; it doesn’t matter if it’s 1am or 4pm, he’s always interested in what your saying
He got you a rare mystical elf card for your birthday and you burst out in tears
He’s definitely in love with you and while he doesn’t tell you he shows it in multiple ways
Lots of people get upset when you repeat a story but he’s the exact opposite
He gets happy knowing you’re so happy that you forgot that you already told him this
Yami always says that you only hot headed when it comes to the mystical elf
The amount of times he cleaned you up after getting in literal fights all because of that card
So when he gets hated on you just say their ‘insecure’ but when it’s about the mystical elf you’ll get in a fight?!
Starting to sound like you love the card over him
“Ok! So the other day I was heading to the grocery story and these imbeciles where talking about how ‘ThE mYsTiCaL eLf Is StUpId’ blah blah blah and I walked over to them and started a fight!”
“Well maybe next time don’t go up to them.”
“It’s their fault! They threw the first punch!”
“I know but I don’t want you to get hurt… sometimes you have to let things go.”
“Hypocrite.”
“No I just want you to be safe and not die from some weak kids that have nothing better to do then fight random people.”
“Whatever…”
“Tell me, how did you first ‘fall in love’ with the mystical elf card?”
“You should know better than anyone how you can fall in love with your cards pharaoh.”
“I know but I love hearing your stories.”
“Is it because you love me, Yami?”
“Maybe.”
Joey Wheeler
He understand completely because he’s the same way towards his Red-Eyes Black Dragon
If you are hot headed and get into lots of fights about it then you’re even more alike
You and him are constantly venting about the amount of people that don’t appreciate these cards
Neither one of you are talking about anything else except this stuff
That’s all of your conversations every single day
What’s his favorite color? Don’t know you never asked him that. You’re always talking to him yet you never asked him what his favorite color is? Correct.
My bro is poor af and so are you so both of you have little to no merch
Unless it’s Christmas or your birthday you ain’t getting shit
Sorry not sorry
He’ll try to draw you the mystical elf but it turns out looking like a blob with leaves on it
You guys are always talking about which one is better
Neither one of you win the argument though
If you are a little violent and use that as a way to make people like your favorite card then expect him to be cheering you on… from a safe distance
You might be able to fight but he sure as hell can’t
“Go baby! You can do this!”
“Why don’t you come over here and help me why don’t ya!?”
“Didn’t you say you were independent!? Why do you be needin’ me!”
“2 is better than 1!”
“So?? Since when did you care!”
“Since now! Your over there tryin’ to act slick by leaning against that wall like you’re the one that is beating up these people meanwhile I’m over here working my ass off!”
“I’m not just ‘lEaNiNg AgAiNsT tHe WaLl’ I’m cheering you on too!”
“Yeah from 30ft away! Joey get your ass over here and help!”
“They’ll win!”
“You know they said that they found the Red-eyes Black Dragon useless.”
“Count me in!”
Seto Kaiba
Bro definitely acts like he doesn’t care
And it’s true-
Bro could not give a single f whether or no you like a card or not
I mean he definitely doesn’t constantly buy you things related to the Mystical elf
It doesn’t matter how expensive it is
If it looks nice then it’s yours
In Kaiba corp he has a whole room dedicated to the merch that he bought you and you couldn’t fit it in your house
He be buying so much it’s as if he’s the one in love with her
He’s not obsessed with her though, he’s obsessed with you
Not that he would ever tell you that
Not to mention the stuff that Mokuba gets for you
Dating Seto is like a two in one package
You get a boyfriend and a loving younger brother
Seto will subtly tell Mokuba what you would like and Mokuba will make/draw it for you
Sweetest boy alive oh my Lordy
Seto acts like he’s annoyed by your rants but honestly he doesn’t really care
He actually loves them
You usually sit in a spiny chair while he sits in his office chair, working, and you just talk about your day
And the mystical elf card of course
He will always tell you when you repeated a story
“Ok so the other day I was out, just walking around you know? Then all of a sudden I saw this guy in the alleyway and- ”
“You told me this already.”
“Oh right! Well there was also this time where I was at the mall and-”
“I was with you.”
“Oh. Well how about this one time where these two guys were trying to gang up on me because I ‘insulted their favorite cards’ by saying that mine was better-”
“You pressed the alert button on your watch that day and my guards took care of that.”
“Oh haha! I forgot!”
“I can tell. Why don’t you tell Mokuba about your day? He was asking how you were today. I’m sure he would enjoy seeing you.”
“Ok I will! I have a couple things to give him anyways! Bye Seto!”
“Be a little more quiet will you, please.”
“Oh sorry.”
#yami yugi x reader#x reader#yugioh x reader#yugi muto x reader#yugi mutou#x male reader#x female reader#x nb reader#joey wheeler x reader#seto kaiba x reader#seto kaiba#joey wheeler#mokuba kaiba#yami yugi#yugioh
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tagged by @lazaefair @non-un-topo & @nicolos ! thank you friends <333
Rules: Pick any ten of your fics, scroll roughly to the midpoint, pick a line (or three) and share it. Then tag ten people.
i have almost 40 fics posted on ao3 so i just picked every 4th one! also wow i completely forgot that i wrote some of these... and i love all of them!! the last one is just a fic i'm fond of <3
restless
He smiles back. “You deal first.”
She does, silently. As he picks up his cards and starts to arrange his hand, she says, “I’m not upset about anything, in particular. Not sad, really. I just felt… lonely, I guess. All of a sudden. Which is silly, in a houseful of people.”
Nicky admires her for how self-aware she is.
i know your beat, baby
“All for you,” Joe managed to get out.
“Yeah? S’all for me?” Nicky breathed, ghosting his fingers over where Joe’s nipples barely showed through the fabric. “You all for me, sweetheart?”
the rest is memory — (written in collab!)
Ciro’s kids, Julie and Oliver, finally get bored of chucking freezing slush at each other. They light up when they see Nicky and their smiles get even wider when they spot the pastry box under his arm.
They barrel into Nicky’s legs with delighted shouts of, “Uncle Nico! What did you bring us?”
i'll choose tenderness (and you)
Joe smirks, and gets up off his stool and — there’s no other word for it — saunters over to where Nicky is standing in the doorway.
There’s a soft swell to his stomach that’s only recently come about (Nicky went soft around the middle much sooner). Nicky’s a little obsessed with it, how it shows how comfortable they are and how long they’ve been this comfortable.
besotted
Joe waited until he got down to the street before burying his face in his hands and letting out a resounding, “Fuck.”
Booker was wrong— Joe was worse than pathetic. He was an idiot. Who went around kissing their friends like that? Joe apparently, unable to keep his feelings in check.
love, for you
“Yusuf,” Hanif says, “I’m not sure we’re looking for the same thing. I don’t tend to do—” he gestures between them, “— this with the same person, often. I thought you were going back to Mahdia soon, so I thought you understood.”
Yusuf’s throat and chest suddenly feel tight. All the lightness he’d been experiencing only a moment ago flees from his body, leaving a sense of dread and realization in its wake.
only our love
Nicky can’t take it a moment longer. He strides forward and wraps his arms around Joe’s waist, pressing in as close as he can to the curve of Joe’s back. His hands slip under Joe’s sweater to palm the softness of Joe’s stomach, to squeeze a little tighter.
Joe barely startles, just leans back into him. “Nico. You’re up.”
found you instead
What Joe likes even more is their conversation afterwards. He’d expected Nicky to want to leave right away like most guys he met on the app, but Nicky cuddles up to him afterwards and asks Joe thoughtful questions about himself.
He’s a much better conversationalist than he’d been on the app.
there is no space left uncovered
“Good?”
Nicky finishes chewing too. He tastes the warmth of cumin, the bite of chillies, and the familiar sweetness of Joe’s lips. He brushes their noses together, then kisses the freckle that adorns the apple of Joe’s cheek. “Good.”
the one who waits
“Good night, Nicolò.” Nicolò turns away, and Yusuf catches him by the arm. Nicolò looks down at the points where they’re touching. Yusuf drops his arm. “You can call me Yusuf. When we’re alone.”
Nicolò nods, biting his bottom lip. “Good night, Yusuf.”
tagging (and probs double tagging): @nicelytousled @werebearbearbar @aphroditestummyrolls @knoepfchen
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ok but I started thinking about going to the grocery store with bakugo and your toddler son, bakugo would be in line to pay and you’d be in the aisles going to get something you forgot and your son that’s in bakugo’s arms would start making grabby hands and saying he wants to be held by mom.
bakugo would probably not know what to do if your son started crying 😭 he’d try giving him kisses on his cheek and try to tell him “mommy’s coming in a second bub”
also I read all of your things about dad bakugo and my heart feels complete now
omen
[HI CAITIEEEEJFKDJ]
aw aw aw, hi omen!!! i'm glad u enjoyed my dadkugo things, i love writing them!!!
making me laugh today with this because i can't help but think bakugo is so used to feeling like the favorite parent, 10/10, no complaints... that the one time ur baby wants you, he's just soooooo confused and slightly upset by it.
and it's not even like his attempts to soothe them don't or wouldn't work, the kid is just a bakugo (which means not stopping til they get what they want)... so there he is, broken hearted, trying to bounce his fussy baby WHILE people stare.... and he's literally just like:
"i'm a good dad everyone, i promise. I PROMISE" while your kid is wiggling around in his arms and trying to pull his hair LMAOOOO. he's gotta use his hero grip to keep them down and everything sdkjlfkads...
it's funny tho cuz they're truly going at it... right up until you come back w/ ur spirulina or whatever and ur boy is immediately calming down.
some old lady waiting in front of u is probably like "wow, ur boys look so alike !!!" and while you're just chatting her up all nice (not even knowing what happened), ur child all shy smiles, bakugo has a big ol' smack on his cheek and messy hair from the incident LOL.
not that he doesn't think u both look cute together, but he's really just 🥶🥶🥶 @ it all.
#bakugo#lmfaoooo this is so asdfjasdnjk#bakugo truly cracks me up. bc i just know when u or ur kids are mean to him he's like#'mean to me? ur own father? im broken hearted' AND HE'S LIKE... FULLY SERIOUS ASDFLKADSJ#truly thinks cuz he's not mean to u that u shouldnt be mean to him#which is true but also... thats just a relationship b*be#anyway he's MIFFED whenever ur chosen over him#its probably hilarious if its ur second child whos the mommy's baby#cuz if ur first kid likes him better he's SHOCKED#he gets used to it tho#anyway#hope this is okay i wrote a LOT whoops#ask#anon#caitie chats#omen#dadkugo#kids tw
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omg i remember u mentioning getting a new tat and wanted to ask what u wanted to get but completely forgot dkjfns. so what did you get?
yes it isss!! it took me forever to properly get into music like the only reason i ever started liking specific artists was quarantine lmao. that is so wow omg. so like fearless era? that mustve been fun tho!! honestly i would love to spend half my life a swiftie lol. i was i was!! like omg the bad blood mv is prob one of the biggest "omg girls?!!?!??!!?" moments of my life like that scene w her velcroing on the boxing glove w her teeth,,, the hair, the makeup, just everything. i still scream a little when i see that scene lmao. and also like ybwm, love story, ikywt, blank space (another mv i was obsessed w), etc etc. the popular ones!! and my vocal teacher actually introduced me to cruel summer (which i loved) and also her cover of riptide. like now thinking ab it,,, how did he even know omg??? SO TRUE like inject ivy into my veins its so *chefs kiss*. YES YES YES mad woman is so scream in the car or into a pillow while crying i love her sm. LMAO YES i remember seeing it and genuinely thinking. huh. a happy song cool! and then its just pain for 5 mins which i absolutely LOVE.
AWWW THEYRE SO SWEET I CANT JKMDWMV i would cry if any of them did that to me. so valid so true shes just so !!!??!??!??!?!?!?
yessssssss. rapunzel is such an icon <3 she so issss!!!! OMG I LOVE MAMMA MIA SM!!!!! abba is obvs everything and meryl streep???!?!?!!!! AND amanda seyfried AND julie walters AND christine baranski???!!?!!!? AND colin firth and pierce brosnan?!?!?!?! its such a classic and i could watch it forever jkdmsfvjnm. yes omg i immediately stop the second i feel a bit annoyed w it. okok i def will!!
it is it is njskodjn. haha yea ik a lot of ppl dont really like it lmao but the second i heard it was obsessed. RIGHT??? makes me cry everytime. im very much a sad songs lover <3
yea me too!! like to go to a mall and seeing the massive tree and all the decorations?? so pretty so fun i love it.
glad i could be of service lol ajnsmf <3 yes it did thanks!! my friends and i are planning on watching the black panther movie together so that hopefully!! have u watched it? and wbu do u have any plans? also i realise that i totally spam u in these replies iwdkfvs im so sorry i talk and ramble a lot lmao
xxx ur secret santa
very rude of tumblr not to tell me i got your ask 😒 anyway! it’s a little mermaid rat!! it has the prettiest colours in it’s tail and the design was to raise funds for the mermaids charity who support trans, non-binary and gender diverse kids and families <33333
oooh gotcha i totally get it a lot of my friends aren’t into music like at all but i’m so glad you found a love for taylor’s music hehe yess fearless era!! but you’re here now!! you can be an honorary since-fearless-era stan 😌 love that for you omg the scene you’re talking about it,,, Yes whew on this topic i didn’t know it then but the story of us mv was a gay awakening for me ahdjfj and yes the blank space mv was SO good!! (is it your fav music video?) i will never not be upset that cruel summer didn’t become a single IT WAS RIGHT THERE!!! omgggg stop her cover of riptide is my fav thing ever i listened to it obsessively for ages your vocal teacher knew what he was doing 😌 help i didn’t even process that it’s over 5 mins long it’s so 🥲
EXACTLY EXACTLY!!! i had like post concert (convention 🤔) depression for days after lmao
YESSS it’s such a classic and so feel good i love it so so much!! my cousin introduced me to all the abba songs when i was like 7 and she burned them onto a cd for me under the instructions that id stop singing mamma mia at all hours cause i was annoying her 💀 and then i proceeded to audition with mamma mia the song for my school’s talent show and all the teacher’s laughed cause i was literally 8 years old singing about how i’d been cheated on and i was brokenhearted 😭 shfkgk i have to do that when i overplay taylor’s songs sometimes like ok i have to listen to another album now or i’ll burn myself out smh
it had such a different sound! but i love it now and omg i always find myself avoiding really sad songs 🤧
yeah!! it’s such a lovely time and i adore going to christmas markets <3
omg nice! no i haven’t ahdjf i actually haven’t seen mcu movies 🫣 i never got into them and my friend’s a huge fan who keeps asking to me watch them but it feels like there’s too much to get into now from the beginning shdjf and no omg i love it!! spam away 😌
i hope you’re having a good week!! 🥰
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I posted 436 times in 2022
That's 129 more posts than 2021!
35 posts created (8%)
401 posts reblogged (92%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
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@sauronssade
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I tagged 399 of my posts in 2022
Only 8% of my posts had no tags
#reblog - 297 posts
#art - 84 posts
#lol - 81 posts
#mine - 49 posts
#the sandman - 30 posts
#wow - 26 posts
#fan art - 24 posts
#cats - 21 posts
#makes me smile - 17 posts
#xd - 15 posts
Longest Tag: 128 characters
#right eye is still healing a bit- but it used to be basically useless and now i can actually read things with my left eye closed
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
Thing I am bad at: Saying no to people
Thing I am weak to: Adorable kittens
Completely unrelated to the above two facts, and asking for a friend- how many cats is too many cats for a single apartment sized living space?
12 notes - Posted November 26, 2022
#4
Mr. Swales will forever and always in my head be the best art teacher I ever had, which led to some confusion at the posts coming across my dash….until I remembered dracula existed XD
18 notes - Posted August 2, 2022
#3
A fic I probably won't write
Throwing this out into the world in the vauge chance someone else will run with it- figure that's better than it sitting with all the other bits of fics in a bits and pieces doc until I completely forgot about it. This is just what I happened to get down before the muse ran out, feel free to take it where you will! If someone does happen to write something though, I'd love a heads up so I can read it :)
Leverage/Sandman x-over - nooooo, why brain???
Leverage stealing something from Burgess estate- family of past cult member heirloom??? Something.
Uber sketchy this place
“Nate?[Guys?] We have a problem” “What is it Eliot?” “They aren’t keeping a vault in the basement, it’s a guy”
Or parker finding Dream?
Yep, we are stealing him now
Parker and Dream head tilting at each other
Break him out, bundle him up
Dream too weak to return to the dreaming
Held back from first rush of power so as not to hurt leverage?
Idk, he is stuck now. cause fic.
Uuuuhhh, what do we do with him now?
Dream tells them Robert Gadling and then becomes mr unconscious
Hardison looking for this dude, like- what’s with all the aliases every so many years, hid his trail as much as possible
Finds a rare photo- Uh guys!? Either this dude’s genes are REALLY strong, or….
Some of them go to pub to find him
Eliot is seeing this guy and like- that’s distinctive this, that’s distinctive that, wtf
Hob is suspicious of random americans who are calling him a name he hasn’t used in years
Reunion!
Angry Hob is angry- what did you do! What? No! We rescued him! (Angry Hob is possibly plotting vengeance, Burgess should be scared)
Dream gets wrapped in all the blankets
Immortality reveal
Leverage going after ruby???
54 notes - Posted October 24, 2022
#2
So I've been maybe designing a (tv) Sandman stained glass window and doing screenshots/cleaning them up for references.
Just love this one so much
57 notes - Posted September 6, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
Hopes and Dreams
It had taken a few drinks to get them to this point, but Hob rarely got a chance to be open about his longer than expected history and eventually the talk came around to his centennial meetings. And what had happened at the last one in 1889.
“Wait a moment, let me get this straight- some powerful entity makes you immortal, meets back up with you century after century, and then on your sixth date you tell him he is lonely and say you are just friends? Geesh, no wonder the guy stormed off.”
“What- no- it wasn’t like that!” Hob sputtered as his drink came down hard on the table.
“Uh huh, sure- and in the 1500s you didn’t shove your wife and kid in his face only to get upset when he then went off with someone else?”
“...”
His friend just raised his eyebrow at him and went back to sipping his beer while thoughts chased themselves across the immortal’s face. When put like that…..
“Honestly I’m just impressed whatever he was just stormed off and you didn’t end up cursed or something. Powerful enough to give immortality without a noticeable drawback? Definitely powerful enough that breakups tend to spawn legends.”
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Who is Hob drinking with? No clue, but someone who is supernatural or at least involved in the supernatural. Honestly was kinda thinking of making it be John Constantine and having it be a relative of Johanna, but decided to leave it up to the imagination- feel free to insert your favorite character/crossover.
Had this conversation stuck in my head, but it isn't going to fit into Silver Linings so figured I'd just post it on its own. AO3
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Sunny got up.
"So where are we going to go?" He asked Mari.
"Probably Hobbeez honestly." She replied with a shrug.
"Do you mind being the man of the house Aubrey?" Mari teased.
"Sure, do you mind if I put something on?" She asked.
"No problem! Mari replied, cheerily as usual.
Sunny opened the door for himself and his older sister.
"I love the smell after a fresh rain!" Mari chimed after taking a step outside.
"Can't argue with that." Sunny replied.
"Make sure you're careful on that leg of yours." She reminded him.
He nodded.
Sunny was already used to walking and barely felt any pain.
They made their way down the driveway and onto the street.
"I just realized, I haven't had a chance to actually say hello and give you a proper hug." Mari said disappointed in herself.
She hugged Sunny as tight as she could without killing him.
"I'm glad you're back, Mari." He said.
"It's good to be back!" She replied.
They continued their walk to Faraway plaza.
"So any ideas Sunny?" Mari asked.
"Haven't been to Hobbeez in a while, so now clue." He replied.
"Have any of his interests changed?" He asked.
"Not really." She answered.
"Wait… if I remember correctly… there is something there, unless somebody has taken it." He said aloud.
"Huh, what is it?" She asked.
"I don't remember its name, but I know what it is." He answered.
They made it to the plaza.
"We better hurry up, Hero could be here any second." Mari mentioned.
They walked into Hobbeez.
Sunny walked over to the shelf full of books and novels. He picked one out.
"It's still here!" Sunny exclaimed.
"Oh my! He'll love that Sunny!" Mari said excitedly.
They walked over to the Shopkeep.
"Hey Pedro, how's it been?" Mari asked.
"Oh you've returned! It's nice to see you again, I've been fine. How about you?" He asked.
"I just returned and Hero is gonna be here soon. So I got a gift for him." Mari answered, placing "Papa Chip's Chip Off the Old Block Cookbook on the counter".
"Oh, I forgot completely about this! I wanted to give it to him years ago because of what happened to the old one. I lost where it was and forgot about it." Pedro said.
"Y'know what? I'll cut the price in half, just say that I had a part in this gift." He said winking.
"Wow, that would be great! Thank you so much Pedro!" Mari replied gleefully.
They purchased the cookbook and made their way outside.
"Well, let's hope he likes it!" Mari said aloud.
"Of course he would, he practically lived with that book when he was younger." Sunny mentioned.
They walked down from the plaza and made their way past the park.
They looked over past the fence and Sunny's stomach churned.
Looking directly at him were the hooligans.
"Mari, I think we need to hurry up." Sunny said worriedly.
Mari looked to her side and saw a group of kids moving towards them.
"Uh oh, they seem like trouble…" Mari said cautiously.
"Yeah, they are, big time." Sunny said.
They caught up to them and yelled at Sunny.
"Look who stepped out of the house! Maybe now you'll look less like a bottle of milk!" The one named Angel said.
"Maybe you'd get a girlfriend or two if you got a tan" the one named The Maverick remarked.
"If I were playing hide and seek in a white void with you, I'd never find you." The obnoxious girl named Kim snarked.
Mari stepped in to defend Sunny.
"What's the problem here!" Mari said, looking upset at them.
"Why don't you grow up and leave people alone!" She said angrily.
"His friend hit me in the head with a book!" Kim snarled.
"You deserved it! You started beating him! If we didn't help he may have needed to go to the hospital!" Sunny yelled.
"She almost needed to go to the hospital, you guys hit her pretty hard." The one named Vance said.
"You, WHAT!" Mari yelled.
"Who did they start attacking the other day?" Mari asked Sunny, trying to keep her cool.
"B-basil…" He replied.
Mari stood there seething in her own boiling rage.
"You bullied a defenceless kid, for what… He would never hurt a fly, and you ATTACKED HIM!?!?" Mari yelled, losing her cool.
"ARE YOU HAPPY WITH YOURSELVES?" She screamed.
"What did he do to deserve this? Huh?" She asked.
There was a long pause.
The Maverick stepped up.
"We don't have to answer you! You crazy woman! We're the hooligans! We do as we please!!" He said moving towards Mari.
He went right up to her and shoved her.
Mari tripped and hit her back on the side of the wooden fence.
A moment went past in Sunny's mind, one he had long since buried deep in his mind.
He felt something he had felt only once before.
Pure unadulterated anger.
His blood boiled and he looked at The Maverick.
The Maverick looked into his eyes, and was met by what could only be described as hatred.
Without a second to spare, Sunny leaped in the air towards The Maverick.
He grabbed onto his collar and started mashing his face in.
He screamed in pain.
"Mikhael!" The hooligans shouted.
Angel rushed to grab Sunny, but he grabbed him instead.
He took Angel and threw him into the vending machines.
Vance balled his fist up and readied a punch.
Sunny was faster.
He kicked him in the crotch and punched him in the jaw. Knocking him over.
While Sunny wasn't paying attention Kim grabbed a rock and threw it at him.
He fell over and looked up to see Kim trying to stomp on his face.
Sunny tried his best to block his face, but his arms were getting weaker.
He heard somebody shout and then the stomping stopped.
He moved his arms from his face and looked up.
He saw Aubrey hitting Kim in the face with her bat.
Sunny was too dazed to get up.
He just sat there watching the two fight it out.
Kim got hit on the stomach and then headbutted by Aubrey.
She fell to the ground barely conscious, but Aubrey wasn't done.
A car drove up and parked next to them.
The driver ran out and grabbed Aubrey.
"Aubrey, calm down, you're gonna kill her!" Sunny heard the voice say.
Aubrey realized who the driver was and came to her senses. She dropped her bat and stepped away.
The driver rushed over to Mari, who sat horrified from everything she just witnessed.
"Hey, are you ok!" The driver asked worriedly.
"Y-yeah, I-im fine…" Mari said, tearing up.
The driver walked over to Sunny.
"Hey, I saw what happened, are you ok? Sunny?"
Sunny didn't answer.
"He's not responding." The voice said.
"We need to take him home." the voice suggested.
Mari got up and helped Sunny get in the car.
Aubrey hopped in as well.
Sunny was still unresponsive.
"Aubrey, we need you to act like a pillow to him, lie him down on your lap or something." The driver said.
Sunny felt something nice.
He started to regain his thoughts.
His vision unblurred slightly.
"Wait, what's going on?" He thought to himself.
"I'm in a car, it looks familiar." He tried remembering, but it hurt too much.
He shifted his head around and looked at stuff.
"He's looking around the car. Is that a good thing?" Sunny heard a familiar voice say.
His vision unblurred and he could feel every part of his body again, that included pain.
He started grunting from the pain.
He was able to move his limbs again, but they ached too much to use effectively.
He tried getting up from where his head lay but he gave up, it was too comfy where he was laying.
The driver pulled into Sunny's driveway and they rushed him inside.
Mari fumbled with the keys and managed to open the door.
They put Sunny on the couch and tried to get him to interact with them.
"I know these people…" He thought to himself. "They look so familiar, also this place is just as familiar."
It all started to flood back to him.
He realized he was looking at his friends and family.
Sunny finally remembered how to speak.
"H-hero?" He said.
"Oh thank god… give him a moment, don't bombard him with questions." Hero said.
Sunny started to be a little more verbal after a few minutes.
"Ok, now that you're back fully and conscious, do you think you can explain what happened when I found you guys?" Hero asked Sunny.
Sunny realized what he did. He looked at Mari, she was completely fine.
"I-I uh, I attacked the kid who pushed Mari to the ground, then they tried to attack me and I blacked out." He said, trying to remember the details.
"I can't remember anything specific." He said.
"That's ok, Mari was able to see everything and she told me everything, you remembered everything correctly." Hero responded.
"Wait, was Aubrey there too?" Sunny asked, confused.
Mari looked at Aubrey.
"Yeah wait a second, how did you get there? Mari asked.
"O-oh uh, I was outside relaxing when I heard screaming, I ran to the source and saw Sunny fall over and get stomped on by that bitch." She answered.
"What happened to those kids?" He asked.
"They ran off when I pulled up to you guys." Hero answered.
"Hey, Sunny, come with me I'm going to clean you up a little bit." Mari offered.
He got up and walked with Mari up the stairs and into the bathroom carefully.
Hero sighed.
"Y'know this is not what I expected to return to, I thought growing up would take me away from these adventures." Hero said nostalgically.
"I don't know why this has been happening to us these past few days." Aubrey said sadly.
"I heard Sunny has been injured a lot the past 2 days." Hero mentioned.
Aubrey nodded.
"I know it's been tough, but I'm sure things will get better." Hero said to cheer her up.
"Thanks Hero, you're always there for anyone in need." She says smiling.
"Owww!" Sunny groans.
"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to!" Mari said, trying to hold a giggle.
"You're having too much fun with this Mari." Sunny remarked.
"Well, I'm all done!" She said.
Sunny stood up.
"Damn, I'm dizzy again." Sunny mentioned.
"Quick, grab onto me!" Mari said worriedly.
He did what she said until he regained his vision.
They walked downstairs carefully.
"Hey Mari. How's Sunny?" Hero asked.
"I'm fine, for the most part." Sunny answered.
Everybody sat on the couch.
"Sorry I couldn't do this earlier Hero, but here." Mari said, handing him something.
"What's this?" Hero said opening the bag
A book title named "Papa Chip's Chip Off the Old Block Cookbook" is what he first saw
"WHAT!" He shouted. "You found one? Thank you so much!" Hero said like a giddy child.
"That's why we were out by the park, we found it in the corner of Hobbeez thanks to Sunny." Mari said.
"Thank you guys so much." He said happily.
He gestured for a group hug, so they came together for one big hug.
"Also Pedro knocked the price down by half as a welcome back." She mentioned.
"I'll tell him I said thanks later." Hero promised.
"Oh yeah I forgot to mention this earlier but me and Hero are going to sleep at his house for today for sure, maybe tomorrow." Mari said.
"Mari would like to meet Sally, and talk with my parents for a little while." Hero added.
"Ok, are we going to surprise Kel with your return?" Aubrey asked.
"Oooh good idea!" Hero said mischievously.
"I have a plan." Mari said, smirking.
Kel heard a knock on his door.
"I'll get it!" Kel said.
He opened the door to see Sunny.
"Oh Sunny! Thank god you're ok!" Kel exclaimed.
Sunny stepped back a little bit.
"Uh, why are you backing up? Kel asked, moving closer.
Kel stepped out of the door.
Suddenly he was grabbed from the side and put in a headlock.
"Your organs will sell nicely Kel." Hero said in a grizzly voice.
Kel tried to escape and eventually did.
He turned to see his big brother laughing hysterically.
"HERO, YOU SUN OF A GUN!" He yelled.
He rushed to hug his brother.
"You're early!" He shouted, surprised.
Mari walked up behind him and patted his head.
"Hello, Kel." She said.
"Oh you're here too!" Kel exclaimed.
Everybody but Kel started to laugh, his reaction was priceless
They all sat outside and talked for a little while sitting on the grass.
"He was so embarrassed! He tried his best to keep the plant alive, but it didn't end well." Mari said laughing.
Hero didn't like the fact that Mari was spilling all of his secrets.
"March 11th." Hero said aloud.
Mari looked at him in shock.
"Don't you dare tell them that story!" She exclaimed.
"Then don't tell another story." Hero bargained.
Now they were curious. They would probably ask for the story when Mari wouldn't be able to stop Hero from telling it.
"It's getting dark out.'' Hero mentioned.
"Here, you two go home for the night, me and Hero are going inside." Mari said.
Sunny and Aubrey walked back to the house.
They walked in the house and sat on the couch.
"So what do you wanna do?" Sunny asked.
Aubrey didn't say anything for a moment.
"I don't have any clothes." She mentioned.
"Oh, that's right." He said.
"I have an idea, you may not like it though. She offered.
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Fireworks
Relationship: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: mentions of anxiety, mental health, angst, worry (but happy ending!)
Summary: The sound of fireworks in the middle of the night shakes Bucky awake so you try your best to comfort him.
A/N: a little fourth of july fic inspired by my own dislike for fireworks but it works well here i think!
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You awoke suddenly when you realized something was off. You were alone in the normally shared bed.
You had just barely registered this when you went to cuddle into Bucky but ended up finding, well, nothing. Nothing except for his half of the comforter that smelled like him. You frowned, forcing your tired eyes open in worry.
Frantically, in the dark, you sat up and searched for any sign of Bucky. You were really hoping he went to use the bathroom and you were just a paranoid girlfriend but then you heard a sniffle. It was so faint but you knew you had heard it. And it was coming from the…floor?
You peaked over on Bucky’s side and sure enough, there was your boyfriend shaking in fear on the floor. Heart-wrenching tears filled his eyes. A cheap blanket covered his lap. He barely looked up at you for a second before turning away, shoulders drooping in shame.
“Bucky?” You asked, worried beyond belief. “Is everything okay?”
He kept his eyes trained on the wall adjacent to the bed. “Yeah,” Bucky answered, weakly, “I’m fine. Go back to bed, sweetheart. I didn’t mean to wake you.”
You ignored his dismissal and raced off the bed. You knelt in front of him but Bucky still wouldn’t look at you. “What happened?”
But then that’s where you heard it. The unmistakable boom of fireworks.
Brows furrowed in confusion, you looked over at the clock which was reading just a few minutes past midnight. On July 4th. Your heart sank. You had completely forgotten what day was upon you.
“The fireworks…” you sighed. “Bucky, I’m sorry, I forgot-,”
Bucky shook his head. “There’s nothing you could do, honey.”
“I-I could’ve stayed up with you or-or-,”
He cut off your panicked rambling by placing his hand in yours. Bucky finally looked at you - really looked at you - and your heart shattered. He looked so exhausted yet panicked. Sad but angry. And as if on some super cruel cue, another firework exploded in the sky, lighting up your shared bedroom in a flash. Bucky winced.
You sighed. “I really can’t do anything for you?”
“Just…” Bucky took a deep breath. “Just stay with me. Please.”
Wordlessly, you nodded and sat on the floor next to Bucky. He had a blanket situated on his lap which he offered half of it to you. You accepted and snuggled into him as another explosive pop rang from outside.
After a moment, Bucky surprised you and spoke again. “You know, I used to love fireworks.”
You hummed, curling your arm around his bicep, hugging him. “Yeah?”
Bucky nodded, now staring towards the window which was suddenly lit up by another display. "I and Steve liked to go watch fireworks," he explained. "We’d go for his birthday and, wow, how they would light up the night. I thought it was the coolest thing ever when we were kids. The city put on some crazy shows."
"I’m sorry they’re not so fun anymore," you mumbled, completely unsure of what to actually say. Glimpses into Bucky’s life before the incident were so rare but you tried to treasure every one of them. It probably didn’t help in the slightest that his brain correlated Steve with fireworks. When was your boyfriend going to catch a break?
But Bucky just shrugged, shaking his head slightly. "What about you?" He changed the subject. Natural deflection. "Do you like fireworks?"
"I never really hated them but they did use to annoy me," you admitted. "Mainly because they’d scare my dog and that always made me upset."
Bucky let out a light chuckle which caught you by surprise. You held his gaze for a moment, shooting him a small smile before the moment was crushed by another firework exploding in the sky. You groaned.
"Why do people do this?" You huffed. "I get it, it’s the fourth of July, but it just hit midnight. Is it even legal around here?"
"You going to rat them out if it’s not?" Bucky teased.
You playfully rolled your eyes. "Maybe," you shrugged. "If that’s what it takes."
Another boom rang out and Bucky shifted towards you. "I’m sure they’ll be done soon," he said to you but it sounded more like he was trying to convince himself. "They can’t go all night, right?"
"You might be underestimating the American spirit."
Boom! Pop!
Bucky sighed in annoyance with each electrifying sound. "Yeah, you may be right."
That was enough for you. Just sitting here with him wasn’t really cutting it. You needed to do more.
"Maybe we should get out of here," you suggested. Bucky looked at you, confused, so you explained, "I read somewhere once that it may help to be farther away from the firework displays. Off in nature or something like that."
"I’ll take any suggestions you have at this point," Bucky admitted something shined in through the windows of the room. You were quite relieved he was willing to do more than sit on the floor. Not to mention he was actually letting you help him. You gripped Bucky’s hand tightly and you two stood up.
Foregoing any proper attire besides your everyday pajamas, you two packed some water and snacks before heading to your car. Bucky let you take the reins with driving which you didn’t mind. You only had a vague idea of a place on the outskirts of town that would work but, at this point, driving anywhere away from the chaos of the neighborhood was totally fine with both of you.
You drove about thirty minutes out of town until you hit an open woodland area. It seemed like some normal forest grounds filled with hiking trails but the specifics didn’t really matter. What it really offered was a lack of fireworks. Sure, some could be heard in muffled fashion and even seen way off in the distance, just above the tree line, but they were no longer right next door. You looked over at Bucky who was taking in the area. He already looked much more relaxed.
"This is nice," he commented.
You smiled and turned off the car. You two grabbed water from your packed bag. "I’m glad you like you," you said. "I was kind of worried there’d be campgrounds of tourists lighting more displays but it seems like we’re in the clear."
Bucky nodded slowly as he took a sip of water. His eyes were looking around lovingly at the trees. He even watched a few fireworks lighting up the sky back towards town. The sound was reduced greatly making it just a pretty mirage of colors. Even you were getting into it.
"Thank you," Bucky whispered.
You frowned. "Of course, Bucky. I just wanted to help."
"Y-You shouldn’t have to, though-,"
You shook your head insistently. "Don’t. I wanted to help. I’m so glad you’re feeling better out here."
"God," Bucky sighed, "what would I do without you?"
You let out a light laugh. "You wouldn’t know this cool forest existed."
Bucky agreed, "I guess that’s true." A beat. "But in all seriousness, sweetheart, thank you. I’m actually beginning to enjoy this Fourth of July."
"We could come back here later," you thought out loud, "and bring food for a picnic or something. That could be both fun. And certainly, keep us out of the action."
"I think that could be perfect," Bucky mumbled and looked over at you. When your eyes met, your boyfriend didn’t hesitate to lean in, stealing a kiss from you. You smiled, pulling him in for just one more.
This could even be a make-out spot, you thought. Picnics. Make-out. Lack of colorful explosions. Maybe a new Fourth of July tradition was in the making for you two.
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In Case You Don’t Live Forever
~chapter five rewritten~
Pairing: Peter Parker x Venom!reader
Synopsis: you are Peters greatest love and Spider-Man’s greatest enemy
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“Why are you in such a mood?” Ned asked his best friend as they walked to their college campus. Peter had been grumpy all morning and Ned was quick to notice. He usually showed up at Ned’s door exhausted but eager to share the adventures from the night before, but he seemed defeated today.
“I got my ass beat last night.” Peter grumbled as he shouldered his backpack.
“By who?” Ned wondered.
“I don’t even know.” Peter sighed. “I think it was some kind of alien.”
“What’d it look like?” Ned asked. It wasn’t uncommon for Ned to ask a million questions after being told something Spider-Man related. After all, he was the guy in the chair.
“Like nothing I’ve ever seen before.” Peter said swallowed and tried to push the previous night from his mind. He’d rather focus on this morning, and the moment he had shared with you. Peter felt such a strong connection to you, and he would’ve stayed on that rooftop all day if he could.
“Describe it to me.” Ned pleaded, tearing Peter from his thoughts.
“I don’t know. It was like eight feet tall, black, and bald. And it was super veiny.” Peter grimaced while Ned’s eyes widened.
“Oh my God. You fought Shaquille O’Neal?” Ned gasped.
“Keep your voice down. I did not fight Shaquille O’Neal.” Peter whispered harshly. Ned always seemed one step away from blowing Peters cover. Peter gave bashful smiles to the passing students who gave him weird looks upon hearing Ned’s words.
“Terry Crews?” Ned continued. Peter rolled his eyes at his best friend and starting walking to class.
“No. This is serious.” Peter said, his voice heavy with annoyance.
“I know it’s serious. You got beat up by The Rock.” Ned remarked. Peter fidgeted with the strings on his backpack, still bothered knowing he was beaten so easily by Venom.
“The Rock is Samoan, not black.” Peter corrected.
“I know. But I heard “bald” and I just automatically envisioned The Rock.” Ned defended.
“There’s another thing. It had this huge, gaping mouth with rows and rows of teeth. I keep thinking about it.” Peter shivered. “It came so close to me. And its tongue was super long. It was like a cracked out frog.”
“So a ninja turtle? You got beat up by a ninja turtle?” Ned gawked.
“It wasn’t a ninja turtle.” Peter snapped. “ It was black, remember?”
“So an emo ninja turtle.” Ned deadpanned.
“It kept saying “we”. “ Peter remembered.
“What do you mean?”
“There was only one of them, but they only referred to themself as “we” as if there were multiple of them.” Peter explained.
“Do you think there could be more? Like an alien army or something?” Ned asked incredulously. Peter hadn’t even thought about that.
“Maybe. I remember something else, it’s name was Venom.” Peter recalled. He distinctly remembered those words coming out of the creatures mouth.
“Venom?” Ned repeated, clearly finding it cool.
“Yeah. And I told it my name. I used my regular voice too.” Peter realized. He usually disguised his voice when speaking, but he had been so scared that he forgot to. It haunted him knowing the creature now knew who he was and he wondered if it knew both of his identities.
“Wow. This is so cool. Not cool for you, because you might die. But this is super cool for me.” Ned smiled as he envisioned what Venom might look like.
“Thanks, ned. Actually, wait.” Peter stopped in his tracks. “One more thing happened.”
“What?” Ned whispered as they approached their class.
“Venom was about to eat me but then it started talking to itself. It sounded maybe like it was having a conversation with someone? I’m not sure, I could only hear one side of it.” Peter explained. “It put me down, well it threw me down, and let me go. But before it left, it said something about a girl. I don’t really remember. I was too focused on catching my breath.”
“Catching your breath? Were you running?”
“No. It choked me.” Peter told him as he lightly touched his neck.
“Kinky.” Ned smirked as he took a seat next to Peter in their class.
“That’s gross.” Peter stifled a laugh. “Did I tell you about this morning with Y/N?”
“No. Tell me.” Ned said. He wasn’t disappointed in the change of topic. He was glad Peter had moved on on from Liz, finally. Peter recounted the discussion he had with you that morning, barely getting through it without blushing and laughing at certain parts.
“I really like her, Ned. More than I’ve ever liked anyone. She’s so amazing. I barely know her, but I can tell already. I want to know everything about her. I want to hear her full story. And most of all, I want to be a part of that story.” Peter declared but frowned suddenly.
“What’s wrong?” Ned asked.
“After our talk, we just kinda sat there staring at each other for a while.” Peter began. “She kinda leaned in, and I did too, but then this seagull flew by and scared us half to death. We laughed about it but the moment was gone.”
“So you almost kissed her?” Ned smiled. “Why is that upsetting you?”
“Because what if that was our chance and I blew it?” Peter feared. “What if that seagull was a sign from above that I was in way over my head? Like God was asking me who I was to think I could just kiss the most perfect girl in the world? She’s so cool, Ned. Way too cool for me. She’s already had a boyfriend and I’ve never even kissed anyone.”
“If it’s meant to happen, it will happen.” Ned assured him.
“Or, the same thing that happened with Liz will happen.” Peter argued. “I won’t tell her how I feel and then she’ll be gone forever.”
“Then don’t let that happen.” Ned reasoned. “Tell Y/N how you feel. Do it tonight, before you go on patrol. And if she doesn’t feel the same, then at least you’ll know. Isn’t it better to know?”
“When did you become such a love expert?” Peter teased as the professor walked into the room.
“Since I started dating Betty. She’s opened my eyes to what love really is.” Ned shrugged. “Tell her tonight. Then tell me how it goes. I’m here for you either way.”
Peter nodded and gave Ned a thankful smile before turning his attention to the professor.
On his walk home from campus, Peter spotted you walking down the sideways. Ned’s words of encouragement rang in his ears and he made a brash decision.
“Hey, Y/N, wait up!” Peter called after you, making you turn around.
“Hey Parker. How was kindergarten?” You teased him.
“Alright alright. Majoring in chemical engineering is hardly kindergarten. And I’m only one year younger than you.” Peter reminded you. “I don’t want you to have a heart attack on me, grandma.”
“Watch it, sonny.” You kept with the joke. “I’ll hit you with my purse and then say something mildly racist.”
“Just like my grandma.” Peter laughed in amusement. “We’re gross. And not funny.”
“We really are.” You scrunched your nose. “Couple of gross ass orphans.”
Peter laughed again, feeling comfortable enough with you to joke about a tragic situation.
“Look, Y/N, I really enjoyed our talk this morning. I really enjoyed all our talks so far actually. I guess I just like talking to you. ” Peter began. He looked nervous all the sudden, like he lost his stamina. You raised your eyebrows hopefully, as there were only so many ways this conversation could go.
“I like talking to you too, Peter.” You said honestly, hoping he’d continue. Hoping he’d ask that question. Your answer seemed to give Peter the confidence he needed to go on.
“Really? Um, that’s great cause I really like talking to you too. I already said that. Oh god. I’m crashing. I-“ he began to flail and you calmed him down by taking a few steps closer. You were almost touching at that point. He stopped talking immediately and looked at you with wide eyes.
“Is there someone you wanted to ask me, Peter?” You asked slowly as you looked at him through your eyelashes.
Damn. He was tall too.
“Yes, actually. I, um, will you…would you maybe want to-“
“Hiya kids!” A gravely voice came from the front stairs of your apartment, completely cutting Peter off. Peter looked up and angrily rolled his eyes.
“Don’t look now. It’s Henry.” Peter grumbled. Henry was the creepy neighbor with the foot fetish.
“Oh Dear God.” Peter said in a low voice.
“What?” You panicked when you saw Peters expression change.
“You’re wearing flip flops.” He pointed at your black painted toes and you felt the color drain from your face.
“Run!” He whispered harshly. You bolted into your apartment and Peter ran into his. Once inside, Peter blew out an angry breath. He had been interrupted twice in one day when trying to talk to you, and he worried that it was a sign.
Back at the apartment, you sat on your bed with headphones in. You were prepping for your interview with Cletus Kasady by writing down some questions you wanted to ask him. It was hard figuring out what to ask a serial killer. You looked at your notepad and sighed. All you had written down was “but why tho?” in sloppy handwriting. You tore out the page, crumbled it up, and threw it at the trash can. When you went to write something else down, you noticed the paper ball still stuck to your hand. You shook your hand but it still wouldn’t come off.
“What the hell?” You grumbled as you shook your hand.
“Oh. This might be our fault.” Venom said suddenly.
“What might be your fault?” You asked as you continued to shake the paper off your hand, but to no avail.
“We sort of went inside Spider-Man when we were talking to him yesterday.” Venom said timidly and the paper ball dropped from your hand.
“What?” You demanded and Venom went silent.
“Come out here.” You said, like an owner to a dog.
“We’d rather stay inside.” Venom said softly.
“Get out here now. You need to explain yourself young lady.” You said sternly. Venom slowly manifested and looked at you with sad eyes.
“I’m 600 million years old, by the way.” Venom added. “You can’t call me young lady.”
“What do you mean you went inside Spider-Man?” You ignored her comment.
“When we were choking him we put one of our tendrils inside him and swirled around.” Venom explained. “He didn’t even feel it. We did though. He’s very squishy on the inside.”
“You…what?” You didn’t even know where to start. “How does that explain the paper sticking to me?”
“We think we absorbed his powers.” Venom said. “We used to watch videos of him on YouTube after you went to bed. He can stick to walls and stuff. We think that’s why the paper ball stuck to you.”
“Since when can we absorb powers?” You wondered as you looked at your hands.
“We never had a host before. We don’t really know how it works.” Venom reminded you. “But back on Klyntar, our home planet, the Grandmaster used to tell us we could absorb the powers of superhuman beings. Judging by your newfound stickiness, we think it worked.”
“What else can Spider-Man do?” You asked. “Since you’re such a big fan.”
“He can shoot webs out of his wrists. And he can return lost dogs.” Venom answered, sounding a little annoyed.
“Do you have something against Spider-Man?” You chuckled a little at her tone.
“We hate what he did last night. He thought we were the bad guy, and he let the real bad guy get away. He judged us before he had the full story. We’re not a bad guy.” Venom defended. You were surprised to hear how passionate she was about this and gave her a soft smile.
“Let’s not worry about Spider-Man right now. I want to test out our new abilities. Let’s rock and roll, baby.” You cheered, complete with rock and roll hands. The second you touched your middle finger and ring finger to your palm, a black, web-like tendril shot out from your wrist and stuck to the ceiling. You stared at the web with a gaping mouth, weakly shaking your wrist to see if it would stay attached.
It did.
“Maybe that’s one of our new abilities.” Venom said. You looked back and forth between her and the gooey web coming out of your wrist.
“Oh my God! What’s happening?” You screamed. You took your fingers off your palm and the web retracted back into your wrist. Looking at your wrist incredulously, you made the rock and roll hand again and the same web shot out from your wrist. This time, it grabbed the ceiling fan.
“V-Venom?” You asked. You didn’t know what to say.
“Try to aim it at something.” She suggested. You aimed your wrist and the lamp across the room and touched your fingers to your palm. The black web shot across the room and grabbed onto the lamp. You quickly yanked your arm back to pull the lamp towards yourself. The lamp flew across the room, smashed you in the face, and left you with a bloody nose.
“Ow.” You cried, gingerly touching your nose.
“We see this as a absolutely win.” Venom cheered. You shot her a look and went to get cleaned up.
After about a week of practice, and very little work on your questions for Cletus, you had a better handle on your webbing ability. Of course, the week also consisted of long talks with Peter on the roof, late patrols of New York, the occasional run in with a criminal, late night FaceTime calls with Peter, and beating the shit out of Spider-Man, twice. Venom eventually grew bored of using the new powers around the house, so it was time for the final test.
You stood at the rooftop ledge and looked down, talking a deep breath to calm your nerves.
“It’s a long way down.” You commented.
“Yep.” Venom replied in your head.
“We could die.” You added.
“Yep.”
“Ready?”
“We’re ready.” Venom grinned as you transformed. You stepped off the ledge and fell freely for a while, screaming the whole way down.
“Stop being a little bitch! Shoot a web!” Venom yelled. You aimed a web at a building and began to swing. You were too close to the ground and ended up knocking over a bunch of tables at an outdoor restaurant. People ran away in fear while others took out their cameras and recorded.
“We’re not here to hurt you! Peace and love!” Venom shouted as you continued to swing through the steers of New York. People began to cheer upon hearing your words.
“Do you hear that, Y/N? People are cheering. They love us.” Venom said happily.
“I love us too.” You replied. You were even happier than she was. You knew how much it hurt Venom to be seen as a monster, it was why she hated being called a parasite. You also knew it was why she hated Spider-Man. He was praised for stopping bad guys while Venom was seen as one of the bad guys he needed to stop.
“Hey, what is that thing?” A man called from the street. Venom stopped swinging and landed on the street. You proudly turned to the crowd of people, a massive grin on your face. There it was, our favorite question.
“We…are Venom.” Venom growled. People took pictures and videos of you from a distance.
“You can come closer. We won’t hurt you.” Venom assured the crowd.
“Are you like the anti Spider-Man?” Someone asked.
“Spider-Man is a joke. He can’t protect this city like we can. We are no Spider-Man. We are Venom.” Venom roared. A few people took a step back and you began to feel uneasy.
“Hey, King Kong. I want a word with you.” A sassy voice quipped from the crowd. A man in yellow sunglasses and a suit stepped forward, and you bet your ass you recognized him.
“My name is Tony Stark. Heard of me? Of course you have. Would you mind coming back to my tower with me?” He asked, but it felt more like a demand. The people in the crowd slowly dispersed and soon, you stood there alone with Tony.
“Be nice. Say yes.” You told Venom.
“Who is this guy?” She asked out loud.
“I just said my name.” Tony said, slightly annoyed.
“He’s a really famous inventor. I’ll explain later. Just follow him please.” You begged. Venom gave Tony a once over and followed him to a limo.
“Yea, you’re gonna ride up top big guy.” Tony said, patting the roof of the car.
“Girl.” Venom growled. Tony looked surprised.
“My apologies ma’am.” He raised surprised eyebrows. You rode on top of his car all the way to his tower, wondering what he could possibly want with you.
The inside of his tower was huge. Tony lead you to a lab that was bigger than yours and Peters apartments combined.
“I’ve seen videos of you on YouTube. Seems like you and Spider-Man aren’t the best of friends.” Tony remarked as he pulled out an iPad.
“We will crush his bones and snort them like cocaine.” Venom growled. Tony was just as surprised to hear that as you were.
“Now that’s a visual.” Tony smirked. “I’ll have you know, Spider-Man is a friend of mine. He’s not your biggest fan either but from what I’ve seen, you’ve done this city some good since you’ve been here. How long has that been?”
“Two weeks.” Venom answered.
“I thought so. I’d never seen you before then. And since your arrival, petty crime has dropped significantly in Queens. Criminals are too scared of getting eaten to do anything. Don’t get me wrong, I love Spider-Man and I’ll kill you if you tell him that, but no one fears him. He gets the job done, but there’s always another job to do. With you, on the other hand, your mere presence is preventing crime before it even happens.” Tony smiled to himself, like he was just given a new toy. “You’re scary, is what I’m trying to say. But you’re a good guy. It’s rare. I want it to stay that way. I want you on my team.”
“Team?”
“We’re called the Avengers. We had a bit of a falling out but the name still stands.” Tony waved his hand. “We fight bad guys together. Really, really bad guys. I think you could us some good. Plus, you’ll be taken care of for life and we’ll only call you in for serious threats. But I need a few things from you first.”
“Like what?”
“Your story.” He pointed a finger at you. “How does a giant, anthropomorphic alien wind up in New York City?”
“It’s a long story.” Venom answered.
“We can trust this man, Venom.” You told her telepathically. “I’m gonna come out okay?” Venom hesitated and Tony looked impatient to know more.
“Are you sure?” She asked you. Tony looked confused.
“Am I sure?” He pointed to himself.
“Not you.” She said. Tony looked around for who else Venom could be talking to and found no one.
“I’m sure.” You decided. “This guy is one of the good guys. We can trust him. I promise. I’m coming out.”
You slowly transformed back into yourself in front of Tonys wide eyes. Venom stayed in her snake-like form and rested on your neck.
“Hello, Mr. Stark. My name is Y/N L/N.” You shyly introduced yourself. “This is Venom. We want to help.”
Tony’s face shifted from shocked to impressed as he looked you over.
“I gotta say, I did not except someone like you to be inside that scary monster.” Tony chuckled.
“We’re not a monster, Mr. Stark. We want to help people.” You reminded him.
“I can see that.” Tony nodded. “That’s why I’ve been developing you a suit.”
“When did you do that?” You wondered. “We just met.”
“Oh, I know. I’ve been designing it while you talked. I want you to have it incase you and Venom get separated. That way, you’ll be protected until you’re back together.” Tony explained as he showed you his ipad. Sure enough, it had a drawing of a suit on it.
“I’ll get started right away. I just need a little piece of Venom. If I make the suit using her skin, you’ll have the total protection you need.” You looked at Venom for consent, who nodded and extended a tendril towards Tony. He quickly snipped a piece off and put it in a container.
“When will the suit be ready? A few months?” You asked as Tony tapped the container. Tony stopped looking at the container and laughed.
“Y/N, I’m a genius inventor. Go get lunch. It’ll be ready when you’re done.” He said.
And he wasn’t kidding. An hour and a half later, Tony presented you with a suit. You ran my fingers over it slowly, not wanted to disturb a single thing. You looked at it in awe, completely speechless at what he had created.
“Go on, try it on.” He shrugged casually. You grinned from ear to ear before rushing to the bathroom to put it on. You came out soon enough with tears in you eyes.
“You like it?” Tony asked. You looked at your covered hands in amazement. The suit was jet black, like Venom was, and hugged your body like a second skin. There was a big white spider symbol on the front, the complete opposite of Spider-Mans small black one. You figured it was a nod to being called the anti Spider-Man and it was perfect.
“Well?” Tony was still waiting for an answer. You looked up at him just as a few tears fell down you cheeks.
“We didn’t celebrate my birthday growing up because it was the anniversary of my moms death. I used to be so upset every year.” You blurted. Tony looked like he didn’t know what to say and you couldn’t blame him. That was something deeply personal and you had only just met him.
“What I’m trying to say is, I get it now.” You explained. “All those missed birthdays were for a reason. I didn’t get gifts those days because I’m getting the ultimate gift right now. This is the most amazing thing I could’ve asked for. I cannot thank you enough Mr. Stark. I’ll never take it off.”
“You can’t take it off anyway.” Tony told you. “When you don’t want to wear it, it absorbs back into your skin like Venom does. And it’s equipped with Venoms essential abilities. It’s bullet proof, knife proof, taser proof, spork proof and so on. And you can still shoot your webby things. You just won’t have super strength, super speed, or that Venus flytrap mouth of yours.”
You tested it out and shot a web towards his desk. You grabbed a pen and caught it with ease, then looked at Tony for approval.
“That’s the best I could do. It’s no Iron Man suit but it’ll suffice.” Tony said casually. You couldn’t take it anymore and rushed towards him to hug him tightly.
“Thank you.” You said into his chest. Tony patted your back awkwardly and you let go.
“It’s nothing. You can thank me by not eating Spider-Man. I know he’s annoying but he doesn’t mean any harm. Now go forth and do good.” Tony requested.
You swung back to the apartment and landed on the roof. You turned back into yourself and made your way down the steps to your floor. After this mornings conversation with Peter and the incredible suit from Mr. Stark, you were having a great day. For the first time in years, you couldn’t wait for tomorrow.
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Thoughts and Reaction to SIMPLEMAN
A day late but that's what happens when good subs aren't out until the next day, and you're busy that day.
This episode is so sweet and wholesome that it was worth it, for sure.
I'm still not sure which one is Ella and which one is Etta. They're always addressed together so I just don't know, but I'd like to. ;-;
(Note: Looked it up on Wikia, the one in pink with seafoam earrings is Etta, the one in seafoam and pink earrings is Ella)
See Nino knows. Nino's concerned about Marinette babysitting three kids already. He lives with one all the time, times that by 4 and WOO that's crazy.
Sweet of her to want to ensure her best friend has some time to relax with her boyfriend.
Oh. OH those poor Kwami! Especially Fluff and her ears being pulled like a game of tug-of-war!
I can see it now, Fluff now traumatized by young kids. So if Alix ever has any in the future, they better grow up knowing about Fluff right away or she's in for a horror show.
PV TRAILER AND MUSIC! I'm such a fan of the music and the PV that when my sister told me about it, it made me even more excited for this episode than I already was. And I was very excited already!
Manon: So? Aren't you going to answer it?
She knows what's up.
So Adrien's calling asking Marinette to help sew on a wing? Because nobody else there can do it?
I dunno, sounds kind of sus to me, Adrien. Are you sure you're not using that as an excuse just to see your "friend"?
Marinette's biggest problem is thinking so far ahead in her brain that when she goes to speak, she's either way far ahead of herself or gets everything mixed up as it comes out of her mouth.
If she just lived in the moment and didn't plan (which being Ladybug that's probably very hard not to do outside the costume), she'd be able to do this and overcome that fear of rejection as well. She seems to have that part fairly taken care though.
When Gina said she was in China to learn Kung Fu and met a girl that reminded her of Marinette, instantly thought about Fei. How could it not be her?
Rolland gets asked to babysit, immediately is like "Let's do something fun and dangerous!" Tom must have had an interesting childhood with Rolland and Gina. o.o
Clearly Rolland doesn't realize who the heroes are based on. Or just completely forgot he met them when Bakerix. xD
Adrien's so sweet with Marinette, even if he can't understand a single thing she says. That's adorable.
But a really good way to thank her could've been "Would you stay and watch the photoshoot, and then maybe we could go do something fun/get something to eat after?" BOOM. Problems solved.
But I have a feeling this may come back later, and maybe that would turn out better.
Marinette's grandparents tend to give Hawk Moth/Shadowmoth the most sass and trouble in comparison to other Parisians. XD
Rolland is so sweet to these kids, and they are so caring towards him. It's so wholesome!
Just think: if that helicopter wasn't crashing behind her, she would've screamed she loved Adrien.
So close.
Simpleman is the chillest akuma. Being all "Hey kids, even though I'm akumatized, let's go out into the city!" and the kids are like "Yeah, okay. Hey let's get ice cream!"
Him protecting them from all the flying pizza boxes that guy was throwing around everywhere was super sweet too.
LB and CN: Things are complicated. So we should find Shadow Moth directly. Let's run around the city screaming for him to come find us so we can fight him!
I seriously think if Chat Noir or Ladybug brought up the fact that their identities made things complicated, they would've revealed themselves right then and there.
LOL at the old school fighting and them behaving like young children xD "NO!"
"I'm NaNa, ClaCla is no longer with NaNa! Paris is really messy! BuggyBug, KittyKity, help us!"
Oh this is going to be so hilarious in the English dub with the voice actress who also voices Nathalie. XDDD
A bouncy ball is very complicated for Ladybug. That a literal 5 year old can figure out. Wow this villain's power sure did a number on her. xD
I find it all the more stressful actually, that Chat Noir and Ladybug can remember what they were doing the whole time they were affected by the akuma. That means if Marinette said she loved him, or they revealed their identities, there would be no going back or being able to make an excuse for it.
Can we just talk about how those kids could understand that the reason he wants things to be simple and is upset that the world is so different, is because it scares him and he doesn't think he's capable of learning and changing with the world? A majority of adults these days can't even take two seconds to try to understand someone else's situation(s) before judging and being outright nasty people towards them. Yet these kids were able to do so. And a lot of kids actually are like they are in real life. Some may see this as an episode just for kids to appreciate, but there's a lot in here that's aimed at adults, too. Adults need reminders and these lessons just as much, if not more so than young kids. It's adults that lose their way and needed to be reminded of it, as they have a greater immediate impact on the world.
I've seen so many people judge Rolland, make assumptions about him which is almost always the very worst things they could think of. But this episode shows how caring and willing to learn and understand he really is, he was just hiding behind his fear of change and not being able to keep up with it.
Some lessons in this episode for the adult viewers are:
-You're never too old to learn, get over your fears, try new things, become a better person, and see things through new eyes.
-Don't over-complicate or overthink, but don't be lazy and think keeping everything simple will actually in reality be the answer, sometimes it can make things worse!
-Kids tend to see the world as things are, not what they think it should be, or believing they're the center of the universe like adults tend to do.
-Being wise means knowing that regardless of your field, educational background, age, or lived experiences, you don't know everything, there is always more for you to learn about everything out there. The kids in this show are quite wise, as they know that there is so much they don't know and how they treat learning new things. They also know how adults tend to understand, or act like they understand everything, so we as adults aren't used to it when we don't and react negatively to that because it scares us when we don't know.
In that way, this episode was very brilliant!
Also that hug at the end, oh you can bet these kids are going to want to go visit Grandpa Rolland, and honestly I'd love to see bits of them here and there, their bonds are adorable and they've changed his life in such a positive way.
Also the pure Ladynoir without another hero or Alya or any kind of upsetting situation was honestly such a breath of fresh air! Maybe not the kind of Ladynoir people wanted, but it made me happy.
Marinette acknowledged her problem is she's scared of Adrien rejecting her. First step is admitting it!
Can't blame her for not being able to do what she wanted, she only just realized the issue after all. It's going to take a little time now to work on it!
Is it just me, or
does it seem Adrien's almost trying not to laugh when she was messing up and then asked if he liked fishing? XD Maybe it was the actors tone with the facial expression but it seemed that way!
But the way he just watches her run away and does that adorable little chuckle... Oh Adrien, we really need you to start realizing why you keep doing that.
"She (Ladybug) reminds me of your grandmother and you know what? You look exactly like her (Ladybug)."
Well. Oop. He's onto you! Apparently Rolland isn't blind, as not a single character suspected her from her personality or appearance to be Ladybug so far. Even Adrien only began piecing it together due to circumstances (and his own personal wish that Marinette is LB, you can't convince me otherwise this isn't true).
This is going to come back later, possibly Dearest Family?
Overall such a good episode with a lot of things in it, if you decide to watch without high expectations or biases. After all the angst lately, it was certainly needed as a nice change of pace.
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“Did you apologize to Tucker yet?”
“About what? Wait, are we talking again? I thought we weren’t talking.” The ghost circled back, blindly fumbling with the thermos lid, eyes busy squinting at the hunter’s mask as if it would let him see through it better. “You’re not gonna say it’s fine then shoot me, are you?”
“Why do you always remind me why I don’t like talking to you like this.”
“What’d you mean like ‘this’? Like I should pretend that isn’t a totally valid question?”
Valerie groaned, gesturing at the ghost. “Like that sort of thing is normal!”
Phantom smirked, letting the edges of his boots hit the hoverboard. “Welcome to my life.”
“And how you just keep that stupid confident face up.”
“Uh huh. I thought you were lecturing me about Tucker, not my personality.”
She deeply considered having the board jar the ghost off, but that’d probably just amuse him more. “You seriously don’t remember why you should be apologizing?”
“Well according to you, I should basically apologize for existing. So sometimes I lose track on the particulars.” There was an edge there that the blithe tone couldn’t quite cover up, even as the ghost sat down. “Y’gonna enlighten me or what? I’m bad at twenty questions.”
“You broke your promise to him, remember?”
The blank stare she earned in response was absolutely infuriating. “Uhhh. Which one?” He had the sense to look embarrassed, hand glued to the back of his neck.
That wasn’t going to help him though. Shooting him was actually sounding like a fair idea if it was the only thing that would get him to actually learn and pay attention. “To stop possessing people. The big one? The really easy one that NONE of his other friends need to worry about doing ‘accidentally’?”
“Wow Val, if you just wanted to say you think I’m weird you didn’t need to drag Tuck into it.” The embarrassment slid into a scowl easily enough, arms crossed as if that would defend him. “I haven’t done that for months.”
“He’s been telling you he hates it for years.” Before she even figured out Danny’s dead man walking secret. Tucker was too good a friend to be ignored for literal years because a ghost conveniently forgot how fucked up it was to invade someone’s body and use them as an unwilling meat puppet if it was ‘helpful’.
“I try, okay? I’m not doing it to upset him!”
“Somehow everyone else can manage without doing it.”
The ghost tilted his head. “Well duh, you guys can’t.”
“Even if we could, we wouldn’t.” She snapped, the confusion and completely casual excusing of his actions just a little too much to deal with. “Heroes don’t control people.”
“Well excuse me for needing to protect myself. If what I am gets out to the wrong people, I’m dead. More dead.” He groaned face in hand “You know what I mean. Worse than dead. Dani too.”
“Do you really think Tucker’s dad would have ratted your whispy ass out? That he wouldn’t help you explain? Or was it just an excuse to let yourself do what you want?”
“Well you seem to have decided that it was! Which it wasn’t!” His eyes flared green with the defence, and Valarie had to work to not react to the impulsive want to get away from an angry ghost. “I just- reacted, okay? I told him that!”
“Well Tucker and Sam keep forgetting how much of a ghost you are, so of course they won’t buy that excuse.”
“Excuse? It’s not an excuse!” He was up, the offended squawk reminding her so much of how he was before. When they were all fourteen, and every uncomfortable problem could be chalked up to being ‘a moody teenager’ and ignored for a while longer. “And you could stop saying ghost like that, while you’re at it?” The glow dimmed, but he kept the distance. “Sound like my dad.”
“What, you want me to say it like you do when they keep coming here to threaten people? Deal with it.”
“There are plenty of ghosts who don’t do that.”
“Yeah. They don’t come here, and they aren’t my problem,” she shrugged, considering. “I’ll say it nice to them.”
“Oh, real funny.”
“You deserve it.”
She expected a scoff, at least. Probably a laugh, considering how often he’d joke about being the town’s public enemy for a time. Instead he averted his eyes. “Maybe we can finish this talk on the ground?”
It was easier to be ticked off at him when he was joking, or steamed himself. Phantom didn’t ‘do’ uneasy. Maybe it was a good sign that he was actually listening, if he wanted to continue ‘off the clock’. “Space cadet wants to land? Sure, if you want.”
“I wouldn’t go with ‘want’, but yeah.”
It wasn’t much trouble, in the middle of the day. A quick glance while hidden in at least one direction was enough. People who lived in Amity Park knew they should get out of the area of a ghost sighting at this point. Even if she and Phantom were trusted enough to deal with it, stray shots happened. Things fell. Not too many eyes to avoid, even if her identity felt like an open secret most of the time.
Danny had it even easier. He just had to think. It felt like a sick joke, that he could stop being dead on a whim and blend in fairly well. The gangly man leaning against the tree looked human. Black hair, blue eyes, needed a tan, unremarkable. Average. Unless you knew what to look for, anyway. How a casual slouch didn’t match up with how he was always looking for something, a tense energy that seemed desperate to crack free of that spine. That he could walk in winter with the thinnest of jackets and not shake from the cold even once. “Hey.”
Valerie rolled her eyes, sitting on the bench. “Hey yourself.”
Danny grimaced, looking up and away. “How much of a ghost I am, huh?” It wasn’t an angry question, exactly. He was still slouching, hands in pockets. Guarded and uneasy. How much of that fear and caution the person she thought she knew, and how much of it was just another part of his act?
“You’ve said you’re at least half of one.”
“Yeah. You just make it sound like that’s a bad thing.”
The whole crux of the issue, really. How no one really knew how to deal with Danny, his secret and how he’d changed. “It’s not a bad thing on it’s own.”
“So I’m the part you like to sneer at,” his brow furrowed, the creases and wrinkles more ominous as blue slid closer to green. “I thought we went over this. You know what actually happened. How I never really attacked people.”
She admired Tucker and Sam’s patience, she really did. “We have. It’s not about that stuff. That’s years ago, you know it. It’s the other stuff.”
The anger was gone in an instant. “What other stuff?”
He was a living migraine waiting to happen. “How you keep thinking things from seven years ago are more important than things happening right now?”
“Hey, you’re the one that held the grudge for two.”.
“Months. Not years.”
He slouched more at the correction, apparently very interested in his own hands. “Oh. Right.”
“You haven’t been using the reminders like Jazz told you to, have you.”
“I can remember fine! I don’t need some box doing it for me. I’ve just been busy.”
Busy. That was his excuse this time? She crossed her arms and leaned back. “Okay, what year is it?”
“Uhm.” he paused to pick at a non existent loose thread “One starting in 2?”
“Danny.”
“What! Lots of people don’t care too much about the time.”
He didn’t even try to guess within ten years. There was living in the present, and there was this. “No, you know your ghost side makes you act in certain ways and keep denying it. So you still get the complete pain version of ghost. Get it?”
“I’m not that different.” He wouldn’t look at her, hand clenching. “I’m human too, you know.”
“Uhuh. The way your eyes flare up when you’re mad is super human.” She ignored his scowl, pushing forward. “I get it. You don’t like being reminded. Tuck and Sam try to ignore it for your sake.”
“Val, I’m not denying it okay? I know. It’s pretty obvious!”
“Then stop pretending you don’t know. They’re trying so hard to help you have a chance of getting a job that isn’t with your parents and you won’t even use the reminders to help you remember where in time you are!”
That got him to bristle, shaking off his slouch in a sudden reminder of how tall he really was. “Why does it matter? We’re all just kidding ourselves about me ever leaving here.”
“So you just won’t try? Just give up on finding anything else? For someone who keeps insisting he’s human, you sure seem eager to ditch that half of your life.”
“That isn’t what I’m doing.”
“Then what are you doing? Because all I’ve seen you do is get tetchy about ghosts and instinctively do ghost things. When you’re human.”
“I’m putting in the work.You know it’s hard to study or hold down a job.”
“So stop making it harder on yourself.They’ve found ways to help keep you grounded, so do it.” Sam should be saying this, of course. She’d heard it frustratedly repeated so many times, but she never dared to actually say it to the one who had to hear it. Because he was already prone to pulling away or vanishing when you pressed too hard, made things too uncomfortable. Ghosts didn’t do coping, and Danny was never great at facing personal issues head on before becoming a menace to her sanity either. “You think making things harder makes you more of a hero?”
“‘Course not.” He wasn’t looking at her anymore. He was looking for an escape, an out. “I shouldn’t need that stuff, alright?”
Now it was her turn to be puzzled. “Why shouldn’t you?”
A lopsided grin answered her question. “Who likes admitting they’re a freak?” The tree no longer had a human standing by it, but his voice was easy enough to hear. “ But I guess some people care about a freak like me anyway.”
(did Valerie use a tracker to smack him and say ‘you’re not a freak’ right after this?
yes)
#Danny Phantom#valerie gray#dp side hoes week 2021#i only did two prompts#because im bad#tbh should be fleshed out more#but them going into too much detail of what's the issue would be unnatural sounding#and already kinda is lol#but idk ghosts not really being 'down' with time was an interesting idea#to me anyway#my random thoughts are random#tbh so mucch good stuff around that im all 'lol why u adding' bu#content is content ye#i should stop musing in tags
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expect the unexpected | 10
pictures in between!
You wake up a little later than usual. Not a surprise since you don’t have to prepare for three kids + your husband’s breakfast. Making sure Minseok and Soojin have all of their books, their homework, and their lunch ready. Haneul, of course, following you everywhere around the house.
The morning was rather quiet.
“Mmm,” Jin groans from behind you. Your back was facing him as you laid on your side, facing the window in front of you.
“Good morning,” Jin says in a low and raspy voice, propping himself up on his elbows. “Happy anniversary,” he says, leaning down to press kisses all over your cheeks, neck, and shoulders. You couldn’t help but giggle as you were especially ticklish on your neck. You roll over on your back and look up at him, smiling.
“Happy anniversary,” you repeat back, looking up at his eyes, then his lips before you two met halfway.
Can you believe over a thousand plus kisses ago, you and Jin had your first kiss as husband and wife?
Now here you two are, in bed, kissing on your tenth anniversary.
“I love you,” you say, as you pull away from his face.
“I love you too,” your husband responds. “You and your stinky breath.”
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After ten years of marriage, three kids, and twelve best friends and six nieces and nephews later, you have reached everything you’ve ever wanted.
A happy marriage.
Three sweet, smart, and beautiful kids.
The best friends you could have ever had, that turned into family.
Nieces and nephews who are your kids’ forever best friends.
Each day with them, even if it’s stressful and hard, you wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.
Meeting Jin has brought you to meet so many great people that made you have the best life you could ever have.
It’s safe to say that you love that man so so so so sO much.
“So last night,” Jin says as he brings you a plate of pancakes. “You said you just wanted to go out and visit the flower fields, then the beach, and then we can come back here to make lunch together right?” He says, listing out all the things you told him about yesterday. It’s been a while since you two went on solo dates, and the day seems a little simple for a ten year anniversary, but hey! You’re not with three little (lovely) monsters that will drag you and your husband away from each other!
“You’re right,” you say. “What about you? You didn’t really plan anything you wanted to do.” Jin shakes his head, a glass of orange juice on his lips.
“I have plans for tonight,” he says. “But that’s a secret.” He winks at you, getting up from his seat and leaving you alone on the table.
“Hey where are you going?” You say, smiling at him as he walks away. A surprise? You were both curious and excited.
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“Do you have my allergy medicine?” Jin asks you, sneezing uncontrollably as you two get closer to the fields. You frown, letting go of his hand as you searched your bag.
“Oh no, I don’t think I brought it,” you say, rustling through your bag. “I think that’s what I forgot..” You reach in and grab tissues instead. “Here,” you say, wiping your husband’s nose. You laugh when Jin bends down for you. He reminded you of your son.
“You remind me of Minseok right now,” you say.
“Of course, handsomeness is passed down from generation to generation.” You quirk up an eyebrow at him.
“I meant you two both have runny noses that I always have to wipe,” you say. “Now let’s go,” you say, turning around. Jin looks at you confused.
“Where are you going? We’re going that way,” he says, pointing to the direction where the two of you were going to first.
“We won’t have fun if your nose and eyes are going to keep itching,” you say. “It’s okay. We can go to the beach first, buy some allergy medicine, and then we can come back tomorrow.”
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~before this photo was taken~
“Let’s take a picture,” you tell Jin, taking out your phone from your back pocket.
“Okay, give it to me,” he says, taking your phone and walking away from you. You scrunch your brows at him.
“Jin,” you say. He stands in front of you with your phone held in front of him.
“Smile,” he says, ignoring you. You give him a weak smile and after he clicks, you walk up to him taking your phone from his hands.
“I said let’s. Meaning you and I?” You say. Jin scoffs, taking the phone from you again.
“You could’ve said, let’s take a selfie,” he says, wrapping his hand around your waist and pulling you close. “Smile,” he says, holding up your phone to show a view of the ocean behind you two.
“Let’s take another one, do you think someone else can take it for us?” You say, looking around.
“Yeah, I mean we can ask someone.”
“Okay, go ask that guy over there,” you say, pushing him towards the young man walking down the shore line.
“Why me? You ask him,” he says, pushing your phone to your chest.
“No,” you refuse, pushing your phone back into him. “You know how dangerous it is for a woman like me to go talk to random men?? You go.”
“Okay fine. Hmm,” he says, looking around. “Go ask that lady then.” Again, he pushes your phone back to you.
“No, you ask her,” you say, giving your phone back to him.
“You know how dangerous it is for you to let your gorgeous husband go up to a woman sitting alone on the beach??” He argues. Again, pushing your phone back to your chest. “What if she thinks I’m asking for her number when I hand her your phone?”
“Well when she sees my wallpaper of us and our three kids, she’ll realize you aren’t!” you say. “Now ask her, please.”
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After the beach, you and Jin went back to the airbnb for lunch. Rather than going out, the two of you thought that making lunch together may be a better way to celebrate. Just like old times.
“So what should we cook?” Jin says, looking in the fridge. It may have went over your head that you two have to go and actually buy some ingredients first. “Aaaand it’s empty.” You laugh as he stands up straight, turning to you.
“Quick shopping trip?” You say, pointing towards the door. Jin laughs, nodding his head. He grabs the keys from the counter and walks towards you, swinging his arm over your shoulder.
“This may possibly be the fastest grocery shopping experience we may ever have since having kids.”
“So what’s the surprise?” You ask, wiggling your eyebrows at your husband. The two of you had just finished lunch and were currently in your room.
“What surprise?” He asks, completely clueless looking.
“The surprise you have for me,” you say, sitting up as you were laying in bed.
“Oh I was just joking,” he says, sitting down next to you. “Let’s take a nap, the beach tired me out.” Your husband then lays over the comforter, putting his hand on his chest like a corpse.
“Tired you out how? We just walked around and sat on the sand.” You turned around, looking at him and he was fast asleep. “Oh you old man,” you say, laying back down next to him.
It only took a few minutes for you to fall asleep. Jin opens up one eye when he heard your light snores, turning to the side to see your mouth slightly open. He laughs to himself.
“And I’m the old man.”
To be fair, being a mom of three kids, falling asleep whenever you get the chance is easy.
Jin slowly gets up from the bed and walks out of the room, getting ready for your surprise.
He quickly got dressed and slipped out of the airbnb without you noticing. As long as there are no noises, you should be asleep the entire time he’s gone.
Of course he had to get you flowers and cake. It was kind of weird to go into a bakery and not see a single familiar face. No Yoongi, no Sohyun or aunty Sohu as Haneul liked to call her, no Taehyung, and no Rina. Just some guy named Huening Kai.
“Anniversary?” The young man says. He looks at the roses Jin was holding.
Jin nods at him, “ten years.” The man’s mouth went into an ‘o’ shape.
“Wow, how long have you two been married? Or are you married?” Jin laughs at his question and the young man laughs along shyly, not knowing as to why Jin was laughing exactly.
“Ten years, we’ve been married for ten years. Together for eighteen,” he explains. Huening Kai’s eyes widened. He laughed again as he typed in the order.
“That’s how old I am,” he says. Now Jin’s eyes get big.
“Maybe I am the old man..” he thought.
Jin gets back to your airbnb and, as he thought, you were still asleep.
He puts the flowers next to the cake on the table and goes into your room to wake you up.
Again, your mouth was open, but of course Jin was used to that. He leans in to kiss you on the lips anyways.
You respond back with a snore.
He frowns, leaning down to kiss you again.
Still asleep.
He sighs, kissing you again. This time, you giggle during the kiss. Jin pulls away, upset.
“Yah, were you awake the whole time?” He says, annoyed. Jokingly of course.
“Yeah, I woke up after the first kiss. Were you worried that you weren’t my true love?” You joke. Referring to all the fairytales and movies you show to the kids. Jin would often tell Soojin that he was her true love which is why she always woke up whenever he would kiss her forehead in the morning.
“A little,” he mumbles. Standing above you, Jin extends his hand out. “But whatever, get up.”
You frown up at him. “Why?”
“Day’s not over, it’s still our anniversary and we have plans.”
“I thought we didn’t,” you say.
“Surprise! We have a date.”
expect the unexpected
♡ part ten: ten years ♡
pairings: ceo, dad!jin x interior designer, mom!reader
a/n: this is super choppy, but i think is cute lol
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Akaashi x Reader
(Please feel free to reblog and comment)
Word Count: 2k
Genre: Fluff
Summary: Keiji is planning on proposing to you, but nothing seems to go to plan.
Content Warnings: Language, minor comedic sexual references
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Akaashi had been planning to propose to you for two months. Two very long months. Well he knew he was going to marry you about five minutes after meeting you. But technically, he bought the ring two months ago. He had it all perfectly planned out. In two days, he would propose in the place you two first met. He knew it was cliche but, the place you two met was slightly unconventional.
It was the parking lot in front of the local university library. He had actually gone in to talk to the administration and see if he could rent out the parking lot from them. The request was so odd, it took them a bit of time to respond. It actually worked out perfectly since they were closed this Saturday, so they agreed to let him rent it out for his intended purpose. The staff were quite confused as to why he would want that old parking lot until Akaashi explained. They hadn’t gotten enough funding to redo it in years so there were tens of potholes, cracks, and broken pieces of blacktop. The colored lines were fading so most people just guessed where to park. But that very parking lot was responsible for your meeting.
It was early spring, and there was still a chill in the air. Akaashi was running late to one of his classes and was weaving between vehicles in the parking lot to get to his car. You were busy walking towards the library with a book up to your nose. Multitasking you know? Akaashi didn't see you around one of the cars and obviously neither did you, too invested in your book. Like fate brought you together, you crashed into one another. You completely stumbled backwards, less than gracefully, sending your book flying. And fly it did, right into a muddy puddle.
“I am so sorry!” Akaashi bent down to help you up before retrieving your ruined book. He brushed off the cover and noticed the title.
“Shit, sorry I wasn’t looking where I was going.” You apologized and he handed you the novel.
“No, no, it was totally my fault. I was in a rush. I’m so sorry about your book. I have to say you have great taste in fiction though.” Akaashi laughed lightly.
“Oh um thank you. Again, I am so sorry for running into you, well, I mean I'm not, but, uh-that was totally my bad. I’m sure you need to get going…” You turned to leave before he grabbed your wrist while he reached into his bag to pull out his wallet.
“Please allow me to pay for it.”
“No, really it’s fine. You don’t have to do that. Totally my fault. I'm sorry.”
Akaashi opened his wallet and groaned, “Ugh god I am so sorry I only have my card. Here.” He scribbled on the back of a receipt and handed it to you. “This is my phone number, text me your venmo and I’ll pay you back. I’m really in a rush right now, sorry.”
“No it’s fine really! Um what’s your name if you don’t mind me asking?”
“Akaashi.”
“Great. I’m Y/n. Wish we could have met under better circumstances, but I’m glad we’ve met. I’d like to chat about your taste in books sometime.”
“Me too.”
Eventually, you texted him, but it had nothing to do with venmo. Instead you invited him out to coffee and you two just kept meeting. Akaashi felt bad each time that he hadn’t paid you back, but you reassured him it was fine and he could bring money next time. In actuality you were using it as an excuse for you two to keep meeting up. Until finally, neither of you needed an excuse to see each other. One thing led to another and two years passed. Now you and Akaashi were living together in perfect harmony.
Akaashi had contacted Bokuto before he bought the ring. Who better to consult about this than his best friend?
“OH MY GOD YOU’RE GOING TO PROPOSE?!” Bokuto yelled into his receiver. “About fucking time. Okay hear me out, spell the question out in fireworks. She can’t say no!”
Akaashi chuckled. “Well I was thinking of going for something a little more private and personal. And I don’t even know if she’ll say yes yet.”
“Keiji are you kidding? There’s no way she can say no. You two are so perfect for each other!” Bokuto was so excited for his best friend.
“I don’t know about that first part. I just know she’s it for me. I’m just glad I know her pinterest username. I think I’m going to start there.”
“I admire your resourcefulness. Honestly, I bet you could pop the question in a garbage yard and she’d still say yes.”
Then it hit Akaashi and he knew exactly where he wanted to propose to you.
“Hey thanks for the ideas Ko. I have to go right now.”
“But you just called?”
“I have to run to the bookstore right away.”
It was perfect. He would set the open ring box on top of the book when he got down on one knee, finally paying off his debt to you.
All he had to do now was lie in wait. Just two days. He could do it. It took everything in him not to tell you already. He tucked the book into the back corner of his t-shirt drawer along with the ring. It forced a smile on his face every time he got ready in the morning.
“Hey Darling, I’m going to head out real quick to pick up the new air conditioner, okay?” Keiji yelled from the back bedroom.
“Yeah okay sounds good. Oh wait- can you get take-out? I’m kinda too lazy to make dinner.” You laughed and he walked into the living room where you were sitting. A book sat in your lap. Some things just never change.
“Yeah of course. Panda express?” Keiji smiled at you.
“Oh god I’m so in love with you.” You replied. Akaashi scoffed and leaned down to press a quick kiss to your lips.
“Okay I’ll be right back!” You heard the clatter of his keys and the shut of the door. Your eyes cast downward back to your page. About five minutes later you wiped a bead of sweat from your forehead. ‘God it is way too hot.’ You stood up and walked to your shared bedroom to change into something lighter. Unfortunately, your favorite t-shirt resided in Akaashi’s drawer. You pulled the drawer open in search of the thin, white shirt. You fingered through the various fabrics until they touched something hard and smooth.
“What- is..” You pulled the novel out and saw the title. ‘Why would ‘Kashi hide this…Fuck what if this was like a gift for me or something?’ You thought. You already felt bad before your eyes scanned back inside the drawer. A little black velvet box sat in the back right corner. Holy shit. Your hands were shaking as you slowly grabbed the object and opened it. A bright diamond ring stared back at you. Holy shit.
“H-he was going to propose?” Shock filled your body and you backpedaled to sit on the king bed. You couldn’t think.
‘Maybe the ring wasn’t his? What? No that’s stupid. Well maybe it’s not an engagement ring?’ Your eyes glanced back down at the ring.
‘Nope. Definitely an engagement ring. When was he planning on proposing? Sure you guys had talked about getting married before but- he was planning it this whole time? How long?’ And then the worst thought filled your mind. ‘Holy shit. What if he’s angry at me? I totally ruined the surprise! Maybe I can put it back and pretend I didn’t find it? No, I don’t wanna lie to him! Oh my god what if I start off our marriage with lies! He’d never forgive me! And then we’d have to get divorced in our 40’s! Oh god!’ Before you could pull yourself out of your thoughts, the front door opened.
“Hey love, I forgot my phone!” Panic settled in your body and your hands scrambled to shove the ring underneath the blankets.
“Darling?” Akaashi walked into the bedroom and saw you awkwardly sitting on the bed. He chuckled a bit, “Love? What’s going on? Why are you sitting like that?”
“Oh- me? What do you mean? I was just relaxing.” You tried to block his view from the book by sitting upright.
“Did you finish your book? Why are you all sweaty?” Keiji noticed the anxious aura around you.
“Um well you see-” Come on Y/n. Think of an excuse! Come on!
Keiji raised his eyebrow suspiciously and started to lean over to see behind you.
“MASTURBATING!” You squeaked out.
“What?” Keiji started laughing.
“ I was- um masturbating. That’s why I’m all sweaty. Sorry. God this is so embarrassing you should just leave!” You nervously winced. ‘I’m so fucking stupid.’ You internally facepalmed.
“Um okay. I’m sorry I uh I’ll just get going. Sorry babe.” He flushed red and awkwardly started to shuffle out of the room before seeing the open top drawer. Oh fuck. He immediately turned around to you and sighed. He hung his head low and asked, “You found it didn’t you?”
“KEIJI I SWEAR TO GOD I AM SO SORRY I DIDN’T MEAN TO IT WAS JUST SO HOT AND YOU KNOW HOW I LIKE WEARING YOUR T-SHIRTS-” He collapsed into a heap on the floor and put his face in his hands.
“PLEASE ‘KASHI NO I AM SO SO SORRY PLEASE DON’T BE UPSET WITH ME YOUR SHIRTS JUST SMELL SO GOOD AND YOU KNOW WE DON’T HAVE AC! UM WE CAN PRETEND IT NEVER HAPPENED I MEAN I DIDN’T REALLY EVEN SEE MUCH-” You continued rambling before he got up and grabbed your hands. When you looked at his face he had tears in his eyes.
“OH GOD KEI I AM SO-”
“Why would I be upset with you, love?” Keiji smiled bitterly.
“Y-you’re not mad?”
“No, of course not. I’m mad at myself. I should’ve remembered you liked wearing my t-shirts.” He tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. “I guess this just isn’t really how I pictured this going. I’m so sorry.”
“No, Keiji, I'm so sorry. This is all my fault.” You profusely apologized.
“Wow this really brings me back.” He smirked thinking of your first meeting. “So, I take it as a no?”
“What? WHAT? NO NO NO!” You frantically waved your hands in front of yourself. “IT’S A YES! YES! Keiji, I am so in love with you baby!” You grasped his cheeks in your hands and sniffled.
“Really?” His eyes widened.
“‘Kashi are you kidding? Of course I want to spend the rest of my life with you! There’s no one else I want.” You reassured. Slowly he propped his right leg up and looked up at you while holding your hands.
“Darling...I’m so glad to hear that because I will never love anyone more than you. You’re all I want. Forever. Will you marry me?”
“Yes. Yes. Of course!” You buried your face into the crook of his neck and started bawling.
“And just so you know, I wasn’t planning on proposing in our bedroom. I was actually planning on proposing to you in a shitty parking lot.” Both of you laughed.
“Where we met?”
“Of course.”
“No, no, this was perfect too.” You grinned into his neck.
“I rented out the parking lot too.”
“You didn’t!” You shoved his shoulder in disbelief.
“I did. I was going to finally give you your book.”
“You’re such a romantic, Keiji.”
“And now your fiance.” Both of you couldn’t keep the smiles off your faces.
‘I can’t wait to spend forever with you.”
BONUS:
“CONGRATS YOU GUYS!!!” Bokuto hugged both of you. “Akaashi I thought you rented the parking lot for Saturday though?”
“Yeahhhh...about that.” “She found the ring early.”
“Oh shit. Sorry man.” Bokuto rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.
“No Ko, it was actually perfect. I don’t really care anyways. As long as we’re together.” You leaned into your boyfriend, fiance, future hubby.
“What did I tell you, Keiji?” Bokuto cawed.
“Yeah, yeah.”
“So what are you doing with the parking lot then?” Ko asked.
“We’re having a panda express picnic date on Saturday.”
(A/n literally could not sleep. Just this on my brain at 2:30 am)
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Cold- Spencer Reid
not my gif
SUMMARY: reader is kinda bad at dealing with cold weather lmao, Spencer is rlly sweet, and everyone is happy for once in their trauma-filled lives. i live for this man. there’s some slight emily x reader if you use a microscope, i guess.
WARNINGS: fluff, canon atypical happiness, there’s this one homophobe in it, they should burn
Cold.
It was cold.
Had you left a window open?
No, the window on your side of the bed was still firmly shut.
Why was it so cold?
You rolled over, on the couch, eyes screwed shut, half desperate for his warmth although you’d promised you’d give him space, after you were nearly on top of him when you two woke up last time.
Oh.
That’s why it was cold.
Sliding out of bed and grabbing your fuzzy robe off the floor, you somehow managed to make it out of the room while only tripping once. You wanted to laugh at him, tell him depressed elephant who? I am graceful after all, loser! However, gloating in his face required having his face nearby.
Where was he?
You thought back to those crappy stories you’d heard from Emily of sleazy guys in bars who’d scramble for a hook up then leave a girl high and dry before sunrise. But he couldn’t do that if you hadn’t hooked up, right? If he was just a friend who’d come knocking at your door at 8:43 for your biweekly movie night, then got stuck at your apartment because of the storm? Although, you wished he was more than a friend.
A sharp hiss resounded from the kitchen, followed by the faucet running, as you padded in.
“Spence?”
His head shot up fast, like a puppy caught dragging trash through the house. He shut off the faucet with his right hand, and reached for a towel to dry his left as he spoke.
“(Y/N). Hi. Hotch called me saying we had a case, and I told him you were here with me so he didn’t need to call you, and I just thought I’d make you coffee before I woke you up,” he explained with a small, tired smile and equally tired eyes.
“Did you burn yourself?” you questioned, remembering the commotion when you’d walked in.
“Uh, yeah.”
You laughed slightly, one of those sharp nose exhales accompanied by a half smile when you just can’t laugh at the moment. Frankly, you were far too exhausted. You took the mug he was holding outstretched towards you with a grateful smile, returning to your room to get dressed. The warm mug contrasted deliciously with the cold air of your apartment. You didn’t need to tell Spencer that he could change in the bathroom if he needed to; he already knew. After the first time you’d been called in to work while Spencer was staying over, you’d developed a system. He brought his go-bag over with him, leaving it next to the door along with his Converse that you always said made him look like he was still 12. He’d bring two extra pairs of clothes to leave at your apartment, one for when you left and another, comfier pair for your return. Then, he’d gather anything he’d left in your apartment and walk down to his own. It was funny, honestly, how his apartment was just three floors down from your own and yet he refused to leave his stuff there. He’d ramble on about how but leaving my stuff at your apartment saves 9 minutes and 27 seconds, and that’s time we could be spending saving lives, and-
You left your room, dressed in black skinny jeans, combat boots, and an army green long sleeve with the sleeves pushed up to your elbows at the same time Spencer exited the bathroom in Converse, brown pants, a vest, and a button-down shirt. No words were spoken as you two grabbed your duffels from where they were sitting near your door, and Spencer grabbed his messenger bag as well, slinging it over his shoulder in the most uncoordinated way possible while simultaneously trying to open your door, resulting in him on the floor with a loud grunt. You laughed, loud and clear, and you grabbed his wrist and helped him to his feet, opening the door and locking it securely behind you.
The bullpen was colder than your apartment had been, you thought with a shiver as you walked in, with Spencer falling into step behind you. Still slightly groggy and nursing the coffee from Spencer- which you’d transferred to an insulated water bottle prior to leaving- you stayed quiet through Penelope’s run-down of the case and Hotch’s typical wheels up in 30.
On the plane, you sat on the couch with Spencer, careful to leave an inch between you two. In the two years you’d known each other, he’d warmed up enough that you could touch him some, but you tried not to do anything more than the occasional hug or shoulder pat when the time called for it. Right now, nothing was calling except sleep. Just by looking outside the window, you swore you could practically feel the frigid night air of Wisconsin, the lovely location of today’s deranged criminal, a kidnapper. When you voiced your feelings about the cold to Spencer, he spewed facts from who-knows-where about different places the air could possibly get into the plane, meaning you weren’t just making up the feeling. You listened attentively, knowing how much it meant to him when he didn’t get cut off for once. After all, he just wanted to help.
The plane landed, and you were the first one out.
Cold.
It was cold.
And you forgot a jacket, idiot.
Morgan chuckled as he passed by you, clad in a t-shirt, no less, saying, “Cold, baby?”
“As if.”
You were in an interrogation room.
It was less cold than the rest of the precinct, but still chilly.
The woman in front of you, a blond, small thing, looked to be no less than 20. And yet, she was kidnapping the children she babysat for after their parents returned, then trying to pass them off as her own. She was kidnapping the children of same-sex couples, a religious fanatic who believed that being anything but straight was worse than murder. Wow.
Screw homophobes.
Honestly, the case had wrapped itself up fairly well, complete with a glittery red bow, once Penelope- thank god- had figured out that each family had used the same babysitter at least once. Rebecca Umbrige. To be fair, the team had spent a while focusing on the same-sex couples aspect of it, only to change paths after all that turned up from that was dead ends. Then Rebecca came into the picture and brought everything together nicely.
With that red bow, of course.
Still, one more thing was needed.
A confession.
Emily was in the interrogation room with you, watching as you took the lead. You were hoping to get something out of her through subtle hints at attraction between you two, and it worked, eventually.
All it took was holding Emily’s hand. Sad.
Emily laughed as Rebecca was dragged out of the room in handcuffs, earning her a stern look from Hotch when the two of you left as well.
Ugh, why did the rest of the precinct have to be so cold?
The plane ride home was uneventful, and so was leaving the bullpen after the last of the paperwork was finished, just before midnight three days after you’d left. Until, at least, Spencer jogged up to you, brown curls waving wildly in the D.C. wind, asking, “Wanna go out?”
“Like a date?” you asked, incredulous. If it was a date though, you wouldn’t be upset. You’d had a not-so-small and not-so-sneaky crush on him for almost the entire time you’d known him.
He stopped suddenly, speaking so fast it was a miracle he could get the words out at all.
“Slow down, Spence.”
“I just meant, maybe we could go get hot chocolate, or coffee, or whatever, and then just walk around D.C. or something? I don’t think I can sleep right now,” he blurted, brown doe eyes watching you expectantly in that way that made your heart flutter.
“I’m cold”, you said, almost pouting like a child.
He laughed for a second at that. “We can stop by your apartment first and change if you want.”
26 minutes later, according to Spencer, the two of you arrived at the doorstep of a slightly shady 24-hour coffee shop that Waze had been all too happy to lead you to. After getting some surprisingly good lattes, you two wandered aimlessly around D.C., occasionally bumping shoulders from how close you were. He’d tell you the history behind different buildings and monuments you passed, and you’d interrupt every few minutes because oH MY GOD SPENCE THAT HOUSE LOOKS LIKE A FACE!, or, LOOK THAT CLOUD LOOKS LIKE A BUTT!
Spencer laughed every time you got distracted, letting his eyes linger just a few seconds too long on your face when it lit up like a kid’s on Christmas, wanting to commit your face without stress, or fear, or anger to memory. Moments like these didn’t come often in your line of work.
When you realized it was starting to snow, Spencer swore he’d never seen you look this stunning, bundled up in one of his sweaters that you’d stolen months ago, with rosy cheeks and a red nose to match, eyes glimmering with excitement and lips spread wide in a smile and you spun around, eyes on the sparkling sky above.
Eventually, he said, “(Y/N)?” in a voice barely above a whisper.
Your head whipped around, and you stopped suddenly, all your attention focused on Spencer, something that never failed to make him feel cared for. “Yeah?”
He didn’t answer, instead slowly reaching out to hug you, the first physical contact between you he’d ever initiated. His arms around your waist were uncertain, and he haltingly rested his head on your shoulder, thankful you couldn’t see him grinning like an idiot. As soon as you hugged back, he pulled you in closer in a bone-crushing hug that you could’ve sworn made time stop.
“(Y/N)?” he mumbled against your skin.
“Yeah?”
“I know I said this wasn’t a date, but if you wanted it to be one, maybe it could be one?”
“I’d like that, Spencer.”
Cold.
It was cold.
But with Spencer holding onto you like there was no tomorrow, you were much, much warmer.
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ASTRONOMY TOWER ꒱ george weasley
❝SUMMARY❞ you and george have a secret relationship
❝WARNINGS❞ none
"WHAT’S GOTTEN into you y/n?" your best friend, pansy, questioned with a frown visible on her face "nothing pans, i'm fine" she rolled her eyes making you sigh "you can tell me anything you know? I've seen the way you and weasley look at each other" she giggled "we don't look at each other" "or when you sneak out of our dorm to meet him at the astronomy tower" you rolled your eyes and sat up straight in your chair "there's nothing going on between me and George ok? I hate him and you know that" parkinson laughed at your lie "yeah sure, keep telling yourself that"
you returned your attention back to professor snape but your mind kept wandering about george trying to hold back a smile but failing miserably "i told you" pansy's voice could be heard from your right making you roll your eyes with a small blush.
the day flew by really fast, now sitting in the great hall eating dinner while taking small glances at the gryffindor table, george giving you his famous wink. fred noticed the small exchange of looks and elbowed his twin "l/n huh?" george shook his head with a small giggle "oh shut up fred, i see the way you look at angelina" fred gave him a smirk "fair enough"
back to the slytherin table, draco grabbed your sleeve grabbing your attention "what's up?"
"is there something going on between you and weasley?" he made a disgusted face when he mentioned his name making you roll your eyes "no draco, and if there was it wouldn't be any of your business anyways, alright?" malfoy let go of your sleeve and turned back to blaise with a huff, you giggled and returned to your conversation with pansy. after dinner everyone left to go to their dorms but as you were getting out the door you felt someone tug on your shirt, looking up you saw george giving you a smirk then walking away leaving you there, a blushing mess.
arriving at your dorm pansy started to tease you about it "lemme guess, meeting redhead tonight again?" pansy giggled as she jumped on her bed "i'm not meetin-" your words were shortly cut off by your best friend "y/n I already know, you don't have to lie anymore jeez" you sighed and dropped on your bed "alright then, yes I am but please don't tell anyone"
pansy nodded her head 'yes' and walked to her wardrobe to change into her pijamas you turned your back to her, closing your eyes, thoughts about you and george filling your head, like when you were heading to hagrid's hut but george threw a snowball at you out of nowhere, ending up in a snowball fight or when he took you to have a small secret picnic next to the black lake. soon, you were asleep completely forgetting about your meeting with the ginger.
you heard the floor crack making your eyes shot open, only to realise it was one of your roommates cat playing around, realization hitting you "george" you silently said jumping out of your bed, not bothering to change from you pijamas or anything, you ran towards the stairs and to the astronomy tower
you noticed someone looking down at the landscape with their back at you, the moon lighting up the ginger hair, you smiled and walked up to him, placing your hand on his shoulder making george jump "holy shit you scared me"
"i'm so sorry georgie i fell asleep and i forgot to-"
"it's ok y/n don't worry you were like..only 10 minutes late" he giggled and pulled you into a hug. you hugged him back, placing your head on his chest taking in his sweet scent, you felt him plant a soft kiss on the top of your head, a smile slowly creeping its way onto your face. "cute pijamas, i like astronaut cats too" george's remark made you both laugh "i'm glad you like it, i'll buy you one for your birthday" george smiled "that would be the best birthday present"
"i know right, we can drink hot chocolate and cuddle next to the fire together while wearing them" he chuckled, looking down at you "i love that" his hand came up to your cheek, caressing it with his thumb "you look beautiful tonight, love" you smiled and decided to compliment him back but he interrupted you "even if you hair is in every direction possible right now" he giggled and you rolled your eyes with a small smile "wow a way to ruin the moment" you scoffed "i'm only kidding love, you look amazing" you shook your head with a small giggle "you've looked better to be honest"
george made a shocked face, his hand flying to his chest "that was mean, you hurt my feelings"you chuckled and grabbed his hand copying his words "i'm only kidding babe, you look amazing" the younger twin rolled his eyes at you "yeah yeah ok mock me now"
"aww im sorry did that upset you?" you teased making him huff "yeah it did" georgie sarcastically augmented "i'm sorry, what can i do to make it right then?" you questioned "i can think of something" he stated with a smirk "yeah sure, you wish"
"oh shut it I know you want meeeeeee" george teased as you attempted to hold back a smile "oh please i see the way you look at me in the hallways, drooling over me, don't get me started weasley"
"yeah yeah, at least i'm not a liar I heard when you told you friend parkinson that you didn't like me when you're literally sneaking out of your dorm past curfew to meet me" george objected"ok fine, can we just agree that both of us are obsessed over each other?" you implied
"fine"
"fine"
after a moment of silence, you let out a small giggle "what?" the redhead asked "nothing"he yanked you closer to his chest his hands rising to cup your face, pulling your chin closer to him
you got on your tip toes to reach his lips when he crushed your lips together, your arms flying around his neck. his hand lowered down to your waist, softly gripping your sides "you know, we can go to my dorm, i'll tell fred to piss off, the rest are not there anyways" "sure"
"so how did it go?" pansy whispered "what?"
"your date with ginger" she grinned and you shook your head with a smile "it wasn't a date, we just met up to..talk" "yeah sure, talk" pansy acknowledged and went on eating her breakfast
you perked up to peek at george only to catch him already gazing at you with a smirk, you felt a blush creep onto your cheeks and looked down at your dish wishing that he didn't notice. he shook his head with a small giggle and turned his attention back to his friends. "after that smirk and your reaction I can tell that something more happened then just talking l/n" pansy explained "ok fine then sherlock holmes, you're right, want an award for that?" she chuckled "i just wanted to hear you say that i'm right that's all"
#george weasley#george wealsey imagine#george wealsey x reader#george weasley headcanon#fred and george#fred weasley#fred weasly x reader#george weasley x slytherin!reader#Harry Potter#harry potter imagine#harry pottah#harry potter imagines#harry potter masterlist#pansy parkinson x reader#Draco Malfoy#slytherin x gryffindor
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Allies, Pt. 9
The Northern Air Temple
Pairing: Sokka x F Reader
Warnings: None
Word Count: 3,813
Summary: You thought that the chance of there being Airbenders other than Aang was too good to be true, sadly you were right.
Note: How I completely forgot about this until now I'm not sure but! Another piece of this series I’ve done for the fun of it is outfit designs- If that kind of things in fics isn’t your cup of tea then feel free to act like these don't exist! But for those who are interested or who might just wanna see; here you go.
This is just what I personally envisioned while writing, again feel free to ignore it if you want, but I figured I might as well share :)
I was also going to wait until tomorrow to post this bc Wednesdays is my upload day for it on Ao3 but I’m also a chapter ahead there and wanted to get my tumblr uploads caught up- so back to back post today and tomorrow :) Yay
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“So, travelers, the next time you think you hear a strange large bird talking, take a closer look, it might not be a giant parrot, but a flying man! A member of a secret group of air walkers who laugh at gravity and laugh at those bound to the earth by it!”
Aang smiled. “Aren’t airbender stories the best?”
“Was it realistic? Was that how it was back then?” Katara questioned.
“I laugh at gravity all the time. Haha! Gravity.”
A pair of hands holding a hat suddenly appeared in the space inbetween Sokka and Y/n. The storyteller shook the hat, the jingling of coins being heard.
“Jingle, jingle.”
The two searched their pockets for any money. Y/n didn’t have anything, and the only thing Sokka pulled from his coat pocket was a small ball of lint and a bug.
Y/n offered the storyteller a sheepish smile. “Sorry.”
“Aww. Cheapskates!” The man left them, going to ask other audience members for donations.
She turned to look at Sokka, a disgusted expression apparent on her face at the bug that wiggled around in his hand. “Why… was there a bug in your coat?”
“Hey! Don’t question a man and his bug.” The bug rolled over, and started to crawl up his hand. Sokka yelped and shook it off.
Her expression twisted into amusement. “A man and his bug, huh?”
“It’s not my fault we can’t afford to keep him fed.”
The next morning, the group found themselves on the way to the Northern Air Temple. Apparently, the airbenders in the story they heard were seen the previous week. It seemed a little too good to be true, that there might be airbenders other than Aang still out there, but Y/n wasn’t going to be the one to crush the kids' hope.
That was Sokka’s job, not hers.
“Hey, we’re almost at the Northern Air Temple! This is where they had the championships for sky bison polo.”
Y/n looked at Aang with a smile. “Sky bison polo? That sounds fun.”
“It is fun! So much fun!”
Katara moved to sit next to her brother. “Do you think we’ll really find airbenders?”
“You want me to be like you, or totally honest?” Sokka asked, focusing on whittling a piece of wood.
“Are you saying I’m a liar?” Katara crossed her arms over her chest.
“I’m saying you’re an optimist. Same thing basically.”
“They’re not the same thing at all.” Y/n commented. The boy just shrugged his shoulders.
“Hey guys, look at this!”
Appa was starting to approach the Northern Air Temple. It sat up on a sheer peak, several people flew around it, and smoke rose from a few pillars.
“Huh! They really are airbenders!”
Aang leaned, crossing his arms unhappily. “No, they’re not.”
Sokka pointed up at the people flying around. “What do you mean they’re not? Those guys are flying!”
“Gliding maybe, but not flying. You can tell by the way they move. They’re not airbending. Those people have no spirit.”
Y/n tipped her head to the side, watching the gliders. “I mean, they look like they're flying to me, but you would know best.”
As she finished speaking, a glider passed over the group's heads, nearly taking them off. The glider’s pilot laughed, turning to pass by Appa again. Getting a closer look at the kid, it could be noted that his glider was built out of the wheelchair he sat in.
Katara pointed in the glider’s direction. “I don’t know, Aang. That kid seems pretty spirited!”
The glider made another pass, and soon Aang was standing up glider in hand, before taking off. Another glider flew in front of Appa, startling him and causing Katara and Y/n to fall backwards into Sokka. The three grunted at the impact.
“We better find some solid ground before it finds us!”
Appa made a landing on one of the temple’s outer terraces, the trio getting off him and watching as Aang and the boy in the wheelchair glided through the sky. Aang eventually came down and landed next to them, the other boy also coming to a landing. A few kids came other and detached the glider from his wheelchair, before he wheeled over to the group.
“Hey! You’re a real airbender! You must be the Avatar! That’s amazing! I- I- I’ve heard stories about you.”
Aang rubbed at the back of his neck, embarrassed. “Thanks.”
“Wow! This glider chair is incredible!” Sokka rushed over to the kids who had the glider setup, inspecting it.
“If you think this is good, wait until you see the other stuff my Dad designed.”
He began to wheel away, the group following. They were led through the huge main gate of the temple, into the main chamber. The room was dominated by steam-powered machinery with many wheels, gears and pipes.
“Wow!” Sokka ran forward, looking around the room excitedly.
“Yeah, my dad is the mastermind behind this whole place! Everything’s powered by hot air. It even pumps hot air currents outside to give us a lift when we’re gliding.”
Aang took a look around. “This place is unbelievable.”
The boy in the wheelchair smiled. “Yeah, it’s great isn’t it?”
“No, just unbelievable.”
Y/n tried to hold back a laugh, clearing her throat to force down her laughter.
“Aang used to come here a long time ago. I think he’s a little shocked it’s so… different.” Katara said, before following after Aang when he walked off.
“So better!”
Rolling her eyes, Y/n elbowed Sokka in the shoulder. He gave her a look.
“Come on, you don’t think this is cool at all?”
“Not really.”
Soon they followed the boy, Teo, to another part of the temple. This time it was a courtyard of sorts, it was untouched, and there were statues of airbenders.
Aang was much happier about this, than he had been about the other room. “It’s nice to see even one part of the temple that isn’t ruined.” He spoke, as him, Y/n and Katara looked at a huge statue of an airbender monk.
“Look out!” A voice shouted out, shortly before a wrecking ball crashed through the statue. The three flew backwards with the debris, and everyone started to cough from the dust. As the dust settled, several people could be seen through the hole that’d been created. One of the people walked forward, a middle aged man with a mostly bald head who wore a monocle, a green tunic and an apron.
“What the doodle! Don’t you know enough to stay away from construction sites? We have to make room for the bathhouse!”
“Do you know what you just did? You just destroyed something sacred! For a stupid bathhouse!” Aang, clearly upset with the man, took on an airbending stance.
The man waved a hand in front of his nose. “Well, people around here are starting to stink.”
Aang pointed at him. “This whole place stinks!” He slammed his staff against the ground, sending a strong gust of wind through the hole in the wall, knocking the wrecking ball and it’s rig off the building's foundation. “This is a sacred temple! You can’t treat it this way. I’ve seen it when the monks were here. I know what it’s supposed to be like.”
“The monks? But you’re twelve!”
Teo wheeled over. “Dad, he’s the Avatar. He used to come here a hundred years ago.”
Aang walked closer to the man. “What are you doing? Who said you could be here?”
“Hmmm… doing here… A long time ago, but not a hundred years, my people became refugees after a terrible flood.” He gestured his arms for effect, before moving to stand behind his son. “My infant son, Teo, was badly hurt and lost his mother.” Sniffling, he held back tears. “I needed somewhere to rebuild and I stumbled across this place. Couldn’t believe it! Everywhere pictures of flying people. But empty! Nobody home! Then I came across these fan like contraptions!”
He held his arms out as if they were wings, making flying motions with them as he walked about the courtyard for a short moment. He stopped in front of Aang, who was clearly still upset.
“Our gliders.”
“Yes, little light flying machines. They gave me an idea. Build a new life for my son, in the air! Then everyone would be on equal ground, so to speak! We’re just in the process of improving upon what’s already here and after all, isn’t that what nature does?”
Aang was still upset, while Sokka and Katara stood behind him, teary eyed from the story. Y/n rolled her eyes at the siblings, before moving to stand next to Aang, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. Sure, the story was sad, but to her the boy’s feelings were more important.
The Mechanist turned to look through the hole in the wall he’d created. “I suppose that’s true. Unfortunately, progress has a way of getting away from us.” He looked down in a bout of sadness, before his head snapped up to look at an odd candle device..? A bit aways from them. “Look at the time!”
Three candles burned brightly on a stone pedestal, each separated into their own sections. Next to the pedestal, a large mallet rests, sitting head down.
The Mechanist turned to one of the scribes behind him. “Come the pulley system must be oiled before dark.”
Sokka approached the candles, observing them. “Wait, how can you tell the time from that thing? The notches all look the same.”
“The candle will tell us. Watch.”
The candle’s flame snapped four times in a row.
“You put spark powder in the candle!”
“Four flashes, so it’s exactly four hours past midday, or, as I call it, four o’candle!”
Sokka let out a laugh, as The Mechanist looked at him, seemingly pleased he was interested. “If you like that, wait till you see my finger safe knife sharpener!”
Y/n’s attention moved to the man at the mention of that, watching as he held up his left hand, where three of his fingers were made of wood. He detached them from his hand, before tossing them to Sokka. “Only took me three tries to get it right!” Sokka let out a scream, as he caught the wooden fingers. “Follow me!”
The Mechanist turned to leave, the men who were with him and Sokka quickly followed. As the boy passed by Y/n, he grabbed onto her wrist and dragged her along with him. She offered a quick goodbye wave to Aang, Katara and Teo as she was dragged away.
Quiet steps echoed through the narrow hallway, as Y/n, Sokka and The Mechanist descending a narrow staircase. Each of them held a lantern, glowing with sparse blue light.
“These lanterns are terrible! I can’t see.”
Y/n ran into Sokka’s back, as he abruptly stopped to open the jar to his lantern. She flicked the back of his head, as he continued to speak. “Why would you want to use fireflies for light- Hey!”
She snickered, watching the firefly that escaped from his lantern.
The Mechanist turned to look at them. “Hey, close that up! They’ll get loose. Fireflies are a non-flammable light source.”
“Are you meaning to say that something down here is flammable?” Y/n asked, as they all continued walking.
“Well, why else would I need a non-flammable light source?” The Mechanist offered a chuckle, as they approached a door. The edges of it were blocked by some sort of sealant, which he felt around, probably to check for leaks.
After checking he turned back to them. “Cover your nose and hold your breath.”
Once they’d done so, The Mechanist slid open a panel in the door, which they all looked through. It just showed a dark and empty room.
“Okay, so you brought us all the way down here to see an empty room.” Sokka spoke with a somewhat confused tone.
“Wrong.”
Eyebrows furrowing together, Y/n watched as the panel was slid shut again. “You brought us all the way down here to see a room full of flammable explosive gas?”
“Correct! It’s filled to the brim with natural gas. Came across it my first time here. Unfortunately, I was carrying a torch at the time. Nearly blew myself and the whole place even more sky high. Thought my eyebrows would never grow back! Anyway, there’s a vital problem that needs solving. From time to time we have gas leaks and they’re nearly impossible to find.”
Y/n took a few steps back, as Sokka helped check the door for leaks. “So this place is an explosion waiting to happen?”
“Yes, until I figure out how to locate something I can’t see, hear, smell or touch.”
“Right, is it safe for us to be around this gas? Should we be wearing masks or something, in case we come across a leak so we don’t, you know, inhale it?”
“Oh don’t worry, we should be fine.” The Mechanist paused for a moment, straightening up after finishing checking for leaks. “Well, as long as you aren’t a firebender or something- hah!” He let out a laugh, which Sokka quickly shared.
Sokka nudged her in the arm, as they started walking back. “Oh come on, that was funny. You know that was funny.”
“Yeah, hilarious.”
He threw an arm over her shoulders. “Come on, loosen up. We’re gonna be fine, even if we do come across a leak.”
She put her hands up in defense. “Okay, okay.”
The Mechanist led the pair to his workshop, and very clearly told them not to touch anything, before going to look over some papers on his desk. Sokka, of course, did not listen to that and started poking through things the moment the man's attention wasn’t on them.
“Sokka, he said not to touch anything.” Y/n whispered, smacking his hand away from something he was about to mess with.
He gently pushed her away a bit, before going right back to poking around. “Calm down, it’s fine. It’s not like I’m going to break an-” Sokka cut himself off, as he knocked some stuff over. Grimacing, he tried to keep it from falling to the ground.
“I said don’t touch anything!”
When The Mechanist spoke up, Sokka dropped the things to the ground. Y/n crossed her arms over her chest. “Not gonna break anything, huh?”
The Mechanist came over, to help Sokka pick the things up. “Oh, don’t worry, that experiment is old and that egg was just part of last week’s lunch.”
Y/n kneeled down to help them too, as Sokka sniffed the air. “Ugh! Week old egg smell!”
“Quick! Find that egg!”
The three started to crawl around, looking for the egg, but none of them were having much luck.
“How could something that’s so small you can’t even see it make such a big stink!?” Sokka complained as they looked.
The Mechanist perked up at the comment. “That’s the solution to our problem!”
“Yeah!”
Y/n looked at the two, confused, as they faced each other with excitement. “What?”
“If we put a whole mess of rotten eggs in the cellar where the gas seeps up..” Sokka started the thought, which The Mechanist continued.
“The gas will mix with the smell of rotten eggs…”
“Then, if there’s a leak…”
“You smell rotten eggs! Then you just follow your nose to the place where the smell is coming from..”
“And plug up the hole where the gas is escaping!”
“You’re a genius!” The two spoke in unison.
Still, Y/n looked between the two with a confused expression. “ What? ”
Suddenly, a large bell started to ring, and The Mechanist was quick to get up and rush from the room. “Something’s wrong I’ve got to go.”
“Wonder what that’s about.” Sokka said, getting up himself. He helped Y/n up, grinning. “We should follow him.”
“Always a snoop, huh?” Laughing softly, she shook her head. “Alright.”
Grasping onto her wrist, he dragged her out of the room to follow after The Mechanist. They’d followed him to another room, one that was filled to the brim with different war machines branded with the Fire Nation’s insignia.
“You make weapons for the Fire Nation!?” Sokka was clearly angry with his words, rightfully so. Y/n was pretty mad about this development as well. She pointed a finger at The Mechanist.
“You! You're terrible. Horrible terrible!”
The Mechanist looked at the ground in humiliation and shame.
Teo looked at his father angrily. “Explain all this! Now!”
“It was about a year after we moved here. Fire Nation soldiers found our settlement. You were too young to remember this tale. They were going to destroy everything, burn it to the ground. I pleaded with them, begged them to spare us. They asked what I had to offer. I offered… my services. You must understand, I did this for you!”
Teo turned his wheelchair away, clearly upset. The Mechanist turned on his heel, and walked back down the hall, leaving the five kids in the room.
Teo shook his head. “I can’t believe this…. This is terrible.”
“I know..” Aang looked at the weapons with disdain. “There’s so much here.”
Y/n crossed her arms over her chest. “The Fire Nation could be coming for this soon…”
Aang breathed out a sigh. “Your right… I’m going to go figure it out.”
“I’ll come with.” Teo said, as Aang started to leave the room, before following the boy.
With Aang and Teo’s return, they found out that the Fire Nation was coming soon. And they were intending to burn this place to the ground. They were all outside on one of the walkways, trying to figure out a plan.
“This is bad! Very bad!”
Katara looked over to Aang. “Aang, what are we gonna do? How can we possibly keep them all away?”
“I’ll tell you how.” He pointed to the sky. “We have something they don’t. Air power! We control the sky. That’s something the Fire Nation can’t do. We can win!”
“I want to help.” The Mechanist approached the group, as he spoke up.
Aang offered the man a smile. “Good, we’ll need it.”
“We finally got the war balloon working, thanks to Sokka. This boy’s a genius!”
“Thank you. You’re a genius!”
“Thank you!”
Y/n rolled her eyes at the exchange. “Can we get on with this?”
Sokka cleared his throat. “Right. See, the problem with the old war balloon was you could get it airborne, but once you did, it just kept going.” He demonstrated with a model that flew up and hit the ceiling. “You could put a hole in the top, but then all the hot air would escape. So the question became, how do you keep a lid on hot air?”
“Ugh, if only we knew.” Katara commented. Y/n, Aang, Teo and Katara herself all laughed at the remark.
Ignoring them, Sokka pulled the model down from the ceiling, now showing off the mechanism to open and close a lid on the top. “A lid is actually the answer. If you control the hot air, you control the war balloon.” He demonstrated again, but this time the model didn’t fly up to the ceiling, thanks to the lid that could be pulled open with a string.
Katara crossed her arms. “Hmm. That’s actually pretty smart.”
“Okay, we’ve got four kinds of bombs. Smoke, smile, fire and-”
The Mechanist cut Sokka off. “Stink. Never underestimate the power of stink!”
“We’re going to have to modify this to the new design, and fast.” The Mechanist said, as him, Sokka and Y/n worked on bringing the War Balloon he’d already constructed outside. “With both of you helping we should be able to get it up and running pretty quickly though!”
“Yeah! And I’m pretty sure Aang and Katara will be able to hold off the Fire Nation with everyone’s help.”
Y/n furrowed her eyebrows. “They’ll be able to hold them off, but we can’t count on them too for too long, even if we have the skies. The Fire Nation’s army is huge, who knows how many soldiers will show up.”
They got the balloon set up to do the necessary modifications. “Oh she’s right, time is not something we have on our side right now.”
Sokka nodded in understanding. “Right. It’s only one modification though, so it can’t take terribly long, right?”
“Let’s hope not.”
Getting to work on the War Balloon, they probably could have gotten things done a little faster. But nonetheless, they got it done, and just in time too apparently. While Sokka and The Mechanist got ready to take off in the war balloon, Y/n went to find the others to see how they were holding up.
“How are things going out here?” She asked, once she found Katara, Aang and Teo. The three looked at her with slight concern.
“Not well.” Katara started. “Please tell us Sokka is coming with that war balloon soon.”
Before she could give an answer, the war balloon rose up from behind them all, and started moving towards the battle field. From where they all stood, they could see Sokka and The Mechanist dropping giant slime bombs onto the Fire Nation soldiers. The bombs that they had didn’t stop the soldiers, however, and they were starting to advance closer to the Temple.
Katara put a hand on Y/n’s shoulder, to get her attention. “What are they doing..?”
She squinted in the direction of the war balloon, trying to see what was going on. “I’m not sur-” She cut herself off, watching as something fell from the basket of the war balloon. Was that the balloons fuel source? “Did they just push out their fuel source..?!”
“What?!”
A sudden explosion set off, a really really big one. The entire Temple got clouded in a ginormous wall of grey smoke. When the smoke dissipated, it was revealed that the Fire Nation was retreating.
Aang pointed to where the army was leaving. “Look! They’re retreating!”
Everyone started to cheer at the success, but the joy was cut short, as the war balloon started heading downwards quickly. Thankfully though, Aang was able to get Sokka and The Mechanist before the balloon crashed below.
Currently, they all stood outside on the main terrace of the Air Temple.
“You know what? I’m really glad you guys all live here now. It’s like the hermit crab.” Aang spoke, as he carefully picked up one of the hermit crabs near them all. “Maybe you weren’t born here, but you found this empty shell and made it your home. And now you protect each other.”
Teo offered a smile to the boy. “That means a lot coming from you.”
“Aang you were right about air power.” Sokka pointed to the sky. “As long as we’ve got the skies we’ll have the Fire Nation on the run!”
#avatar the last airbender#atla#avatar the last airbender x reader#atla x reader#reader insert#sokka x reader#sokka x y/n#sokka x you#team avatar#slowburn#book one allies
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Cherry Wine
Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader
Synopsis: Peters new girlfriend isn’t what she seems
WARNING: domestic abuse
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Lorina Dodson.
Peters girlfriend of two months now. You and Ned didn’t think they’d last more than a week but they had somehow managed to surpass all expectations.
You tried to be happy for Peter, but you just could my figure out what he saw in her. She was rude, volatile , and had a mean streak to her. It took all your will power not to get down on your knees and beg Peter to break up with her. Not even because you were in love with him, which was Ned’s running theory, but because he wasn’t happy. You weren’t blind to the look he got on his face when she came around. Not to mention that he came back from hanging out with her looking sadder and more worn down than before. Peter didn’t like to talk about his relationship much and you didn’t understand until one night when he came to your room for patching up.
“They got you pretty good tonight, didn’t they?” You chuckled softly as you dabbed hydrogen peroxide on Peters busted lip. He had come to you for repairs before since he lived across the street and you were usually able to joke around about how neat up he had gotten. Tonight, the misty look in his eyes told you he wasn’t in the mood for joking.
“Something like that.” Peter smiled sadly, winching a little when you blew on his cut.
“Sorry.” You spoke softly and looked in his eyes. You could see the redness surrounding his eyelids and put your supplies down. “What happened tonight?”
“I got my confidence shaken pretty badly.” Peter shrugged and refused to meet your eyes.
“Maybe you should tell Lorina about your double life.” You suggested. “I can always patch you up but I can’t exactly kiss it better.”
As much as you disliked his girlfriend, and the fact that he had a girlfriend in the first place, you knew there were some things only a girlfriend could fix. You couldn’t take Peter into your arms and comfort him the way she could. Peter shook his head and looked up at you with tears in his eyes.
“I don’t think I’m where I’m supposed to be.” His voice cracked and you immediately wrapped your arms around him. You held him against your tummy and stroked his hair to soothe him.
“What do you mean?” You asked.
“She won’t let me be.” He cried and buried his face in your shirt.
“Lorina?”
“We fight all the time.” He sniffled. “I feel like I can’t grow as long as I’m with her. She’s keeping me in one place and I don’t want to be there anymore.”
“Can’t you just break up with her?” You thought the solution was obvious.
“I tried but,” he shrugged in misery, “she said I was all she had. She started freaking out and saying she-“
“Shhh.” You cut him off when you saw how worked up he was getting. “It’s okay. I understand.”
“That’s not even that half of it.” He whimpered and your face twisted in confusion.
“What do you mean?” You wondered.
“I can’t tell you.” He began to cry again. “I’m sorry.”
You looked out your window, deep in thought as you comforted Peter. Something about his relationship wasn’t right but you didn’t want to push him for information when he was already upset. You let him lay down on your bed and rubbed his back until he fell asleep. Sleep was a stranger to you that night as you laid awake, wondering what Lorina had done to make him that upset.
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“Ugh! Peter totally bailed on me again.” Lorina’s voice snapped you out of your daydream of that night with Peter. “How many times he can forget he has a science project due the next day?”
You gave her a fake smile and cursed Peter briefly for leaving you alone with her. You knew he had to run off on an unexpected Spider-Man escapade, but Lorina didn’t know that.
Or need to know.
“Thats Peter for you. You’re gonna have to get used to that.” You told her with false sympathy and began to walk towards your apartment.
“Whatever.” She grumbled and eyed you’re for a moment. “What about you? Do you want to hang out?”
You stopped in your tracks and shut your eyes tightly as she asked exactly what you didn’t want her to ask.
“Oh, that’s okay.” You turned around and gave her a tight smile.
“No, I think we should.” She was blind to your indifference. “Peter wants us to be friends, anyway.”
“Sure. Why not?” You reluctantly agreed and followed her in the opposite direction. She began to describe a fight she got into with a teacher while you half listened. The more time you spent with her, the less you understood what Peter saw in her. When she began to curse out a teacher you always liked, you fully tuned her out. Your attention shifted to a child crying outside of a jewelry store. He was looking around and unattended, giving the impression that he was lost.
“I’ll be right back.” You told Lorina and walked over to the little kid.
“Whatever.” She mumbled, not bothering to look up from her phone as she took a seat outside a bakery.
You jogged across the street and knelt down in front of the little kid.
“Hey, buddy.” You gave him a gentle smile. “Need some help?”
It didn’t take long for him to dial his moms number and tell her where he was. Frankly, you wish it took longer. His mother came back in no time and gave you a grateful smile as she hugged her son. You smiled at the family and went back to Lorina across the street.
“Who was that?” Lorina cocked an eyebrow at the child and his mom who were now walking away.
“I don’t know.” You shrugged and sat back down. “He couldn’t find his mom so I let him use my phone.”
“You let a random little kid touch your phone?” She asked in disgust.
“Of course, he was lost.” You said simply. “Plus, I love kids so it didn’t bother me.”
“I hate little kids.” Lorina laughed and sunk back in her chair. “My sister ran over my foot with her bike last year and totally broke like half my toes. I started hitting her and my stupid neighbors called the police. They didn’t even care that she started it.”
You looked to the side to shield your shocked expression and quickly composed yourself.
“Oh, wow.” You squeaked out and cleared your throat. You looked am back at her with hope that she was joining but her face was completely serious.
“It was the literally the stupidest thing.” She rolled her eyes. “I had to go to these like, court ordered anger management classes for a year. Can you believe that?”
“No, I can’t.” You answered honestly. You wondered if Peter knew about her anger issues and feared for him if he did.
“It’s whatever. It was that or jail, so.” She shrugged like normal people had to decided between court ordered classes or jail. You laughed awkwardly and tried to think in excuse to get away from this girl.
“What happened to your sister?” You asked, already anxious for her response.
“She was such a baby about. My dad totally took her side and moved out. I don’t care though. I’m much happier without her.” She scoffed and went back to texting.
“I’m sorry about your dad moving out.” You tried to show sympathy. “Do you miss him?”
“Please.” She laughed at your words. “He hated me ever since I broke my little sisters arm. And that was like, three years ago and he still couldn’t let it go. It was her fault that time too. I told her if she went in my room one more time I was gonna twist her arm and literally the next day I find her in my room.”
“So what happened?”
“I did what I said.” She stated. “I twisted her arm but she was like 6 so it broke and I had to get removed from the house for three days. God, I hate that brat.”
You stared at her in bewilderment but she was too busy texting to notice. You got a sick feeling in your stomach as you thought back to your conversation with Peter. Was this what he meant by not being able to tell you the half of it?
“Does Peter know about this?” You asked quietly, praying he had no idea about her violent streak.
“No. You don’t tell your boyfriend these things. It’s not like he ever talks to me anyway. He’s always hanging out with you.” She gave you the side eye and you didn’t know if you should be relieved just yet. Just because he didn’t know about her past doesn’t mean he hadn’t experienced her present.
“Sorry about that.” You said sheepishly. “You guys hung out last night though, right?”
“Yeah. We had a fight though. But I think I fixed the problem. He’s not gonna mess up again.” She said with a confidence that sent a chill down your spine.
“I’m glad you guys could work it out.” You said with a dry mouth. Your eyes drifted down to her knuckles, which were red and bruised. She saw you staring and pulled her hands into her sleeves so you couldn’t see them anymore. You quickly looked away and pretended not to notice, but you couldn’t get the image out of your mind. Something inside you told you it was time to leave.
“I gotta go.” You stood up abruptly and gave her a fake sad face. “I forgot I have a…science project.” You hoped she wouldn’t pick up on the fact that you and Peter used the same excuse when lying, but her face told you that she did.
“Uh, sure. Go nuts.” She rolled her eyes and you took that as your cue to leave. As soon as you had your back to her, your face twisted in fear. Something was going on that Peter sent telling you about. And if he wasn’t gonna tell you, you were gonna get it out of him.
~
“How was patrol last night?” You started your plan to get the truth out of Peter off slowly. He was hanging out with you Sunday night since he had been with Lorina Saturday night. He had to work out a schedule early in his relationship to make sure he had time to see both his girls.
He just hated the days that weren’t spent with you.
“I didn’t go out last night.” He told you. “Lorina was feeling a little neglected so I hung out with her. She told me you two hung out the other day, though.”
“Oh yeah. After school.” You thought back to your time with his girlfriend and shuddered. “She’s uh…interesting.”
“I’m glad you guys get along.” He smiled slightly and you caught sight of a forming bruise on the side of his face. You hadn’t noticed it until he turned his face into the light, and now it was all you could see.
“Hey.” You squinted your eyes and took Peters chin between your fingers. “Your eye is bruised.”
“Is it?” He touched it and winced. “Must’ve happened on patrol.”
“I thought you skipped patrol to hang out with Lorina?” You furrowed your eyebrows.
“Oh, right.” His face faltered. “I went on patrol after.”
“I didn’t see you on the news.” You tilted your head. You could always count on a Spider-Man sighting on the cover of a magazine the morning after patrol but hadn’t seen one that morning.
“It was a quiet night.” He lied and looked away from you.
“It was a quiet l night but you have a black eye?” You asked and the sick feeling returned to your tummy.
“Haha, yeah.” He scratched the back of his head. “Some guy punched me pretty hard.”
When he moved, his sleeve slid up his arm and you could see deep red scratches on his skin. You took his arm and inspected it closely. You had accidentally stretched yourself enough times to know what caused them.
“These are nail marks.” You looked up at him for answers. Little flakes of red nail polish were still lingering on his skin. Peter pulled his arm away and cradled it.
“She grabbed my arm pretty hard, too.” He said with a flushed face.
“I thought you said it was a guy?” You caught his slip up and Peters eyes widened in a panic. You could see him struggling to get his story straight and it only worried you further.
“It was dark. I couldn’t really tell.” He stammered. You knew Peter well enough to know when he was lying. The alternative to him getting beaten on patrol was almost too much for you to process.
“You’re bruised, Peter. What happened?” You whispered as tears came to your eyes. “I know you weren’t on patrol last night.”
“Yes, I was.” He insisted but you couldn’t believe him. You knew who gave him those bruises.
“You’re lying to me.” You protested. “Since when do you lie to me?”
“I’m not lying. I was on patrol.” He repeated with desperation. His eyes pleaded with you to drop it but you just couldn’t. You coudk the stand by and let it happen.
“That’s bullshit and you know it.” You snapped and gently touched his black eye. You rubbed your thumb over the bruise as delicately as you could and thought back to Lorina’s red knuckles. Peter could see the wheels turning in your brain and white hit fear went through him.
“Did she do this?” You whispered and Peter flinched slightly.
“Who?” Peter pretended not to know what you were talking about.
“Lorina.”
Peters face told you everything you needed to know. For a minute, he was a different person. Your typically smart and strong best friend became a pale, submissive shell of a man at the mention of her name. It was like she was in the room with you, solentikg tormenting a defenseless Peter. You could see the fear in his eyes when you said her name and it confirmed your worst nightmare.
She was abusing him.
Peter let out a few shaky breaths as he composed himself before shaking his head.
“What? Are you crazy? Why would my girlfriend hit me?” He licked his dry lips and tried to think of a better excuse.
“For the same reason she had to go to her court ordered anger management classes. She obviously had a problem with violence, Peter.” You began to cry as Peter continued to defend his abuser. You drew your hands away from his face and ran to his bathroom, puking in toilet as the sickness in your stomach finally caught up to you. You wiped your mouth and went back to Peter, who was holding himself like a child trembling. You walked up to him and said nothing, only staring him down until he confessed.
“Lorina would never hit me.” He said quietly and turned away from you. Your blood heated up inside you and he continued to lie his way out of admitting what was really going on.
“Why are you protecting her?” You yelled and Peter wiped around with a rage behind his eyes.
“Because I don’t know what to do!” He screamed and his face contorted in misery as he began to sob. “I don’t know what to do.”
You watched your best friend break down before taking him into your arms. He cried on your shoulder as you stroked his hair, in tears yourself.
“Peter…” You mumbled and pressed a sorrowful kiss to his head. Peters body shook against yours as he let out the tears he had been holding in. He pulled away after a minute and you were able to wipe his tears with your hands.
“How long has this been going on?” You asked gently as you handed him a tissue.
“She smacked me a few weeks into our relationship and she swore it would never happen again.” He sniffled.
“But it did, didn’t it?”
“Almost everyday. She just gets so mad all the time.” His voice cracked and you pulled him into another hug. “It’s never even over something I did. If she got a bad grade or got yelled at by a teacher, she takes it out on me. What did I do wrong?”
You pulled away and held his face between your hands.
“You didn’t do anything wrong.” You assured him. “People like her don’t need a reason to be violent. They just are. This isn’t your fault.”
“It feels like it is.” He shrugged sadly. “If I was a better boyfriend-“
“Stop that.” You cut him off. “Don’t make excuses for her. She’s an abuser. There is nothing you did or didn’t do that made her hurt you. She would’ve done this regardless.”
“I just feel so stupid.” He whimpered. “She’s always so apologetic after she hits me, and I always forgive her. I keep believing her when she says it won’t happen again, and then it does happen again and I feel like an idiot.”
“You’re not an idiot. This is not your fault.” You swore. Peters bottom lip trembled as he searched your face, latching onto you for much needed comfort.
“I don’t know how to handle this.” He shook his head. “There’s no advice for men online. No one thinks we can be the victims too.”
“I’m so sorry, Peter. I believe you.” You pulled him down on the bed and held him close. He rested his head over your heartbeat and let you play with his hair. You couldn’t heal him, but you could remind him how it felt to be loved.
“Thank you.” He mumbled in appreciation as he leaned into your touch. He could already feel himself relaxing with you.
“Has she ever made you bleed?” You wondered as you untangled a knot in his curls.
“It’s rare, but it happened a few times.” He told you. “It’s strange; when it runs into your mouth, it’s almost…sweet.”
You didn’t know what to say, not trusting your voice to be steady if you tried to speak. It killed you that Peter has endured the abuse for so long and you felt almost ashamed for not realizing he needed help sooner.
“I could hurt her.” He said suddenly. “I could hurt her with half the force she uses against me. I know that.”
“But you don’t.”
“And I never would.” He confirmed.
“I’d never expect you too. It takes a big man to have the power you have and not fight back.” You looked down at him from your position. He gave you a sad smile before looking away.
“Then why do I feel so weak?” He asked timidly.
“You’re not weak. Shes just weighing you down.” You shook your head, angry at the thought of her. A silence settled in your room, the only sounds coming from your breathing.
“Why do you stay?” You asked suddenly. You couldn’t understand how a boy as smart as Peter could stay in a relationship that was so obviously toxic.
“There was this study that if you put frogs in boiling water, they’ll jump right out. But if you put a frog in warm water and slowly raise it to a boil, it’ll stay there until it dies. That’s what an abusive relationship is like.” Peter said slowly. “She slowly raised the temperature and now I’m…”
“Dying?” You finished his sentence for him and held him tighter. “I don’t want you to stay until you die. You deserve so much better.”
“Maybe I don’t deserve better. It’s not like over ever been given better. Maybe I’m getting exactly what I deserve.” Peter spoke softly, making you sit up. You climbed on top of him and pinned him to the mattress.
“Don’t say that, okay?” You demanded as your nose almost touched Peter’s. “That’s her talking. You have value that she can’t never take away. You deserve everything good in this world. I never want to hear you say that again.”
Peter breathed heavily as he looked up at you with a pink blush on his face. You became aware of your position and rolled off of him, laying next to him on the bed.
“Thanks.” He said breathlessly as you both stared at the ceiling.
“You’re welcome.” You rolled onto your side and looked at Peter. “I’m here for you, but we can’t fix this on our own. We need to tell an adult.”
“If I tell people, everyones gonna laugh at me for not fighting back.” Peter pointed out.
“No smart person would laugh at someone strong enough to take abuse this long.” You insisted. “You’re brave for not fighting back.”
“You think?” He smiled shyly at you. You smiled back and wrapped an arm around his torso.
“I know.”
~
You spotted Lorina the next day in the courtyard, face once again buried in her phone. The principle was busy calling her parents to let her know she was no longer welcomed back at Midtown Tech. She assured you and Peter that she would call the police as soon as she contacted Lorina’s parents, but you still wanted to take matters into your own hands. You wanted to give her a going away present before she left yours and Peters life forever.
“Hey, Lorina.” You walked up to her with a big smile.
“Oh, hi Y/n.” She said without looking up.
“Peter looked pretty beat up today.” You commented and leaned against the wall. She looked up from her phone with an annoyed expression and gave you a once over.
“Look, I don’t know what he told you but-“
“He didn’t tell me anything.” You cut her off and stepped closer to her. “Even covered in your bruises, he protected you. I just figured it out.”
“Couples fight. You wouldn’t know.” She sassed you and tried to go back to her phone. You pushed her phone down and stepped in front of her to gain her full attention.
“Couples fight with their words, not their fists.” You caged her between your arms and got in her face. “And from what I understand, your fights are always one sided.”
“It’s not my fault if he can’t be a man and defend himself.” She stepped up to you with a fire in her eyes.
“Peter would never hit you because he’s a boy. But guess what?” You asked as you cracked your knuckles.
“What?” She raised an unamused eyebrow.
“I’m not a boy.” You quipped before your first collided with her face.
-
I know it’s not always gonna end like this. You’re not always gonna get to punch your abuser in the face and walk free. I just hit 5k followers. That’s 5k people who need to be educated on this. I wanted to shed some light on this topic since I have a platform that allows me to. 1 in 4 men and 1 in 3 women will experience domestic abuse in some way in their lives. If you or someone you know is experiencing this, help is out there.
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