#ben may not be perfect but he sure does love his friends :')

[dragonagecompanions]

Companions reaction to the Inquisitor asking them to be their Maid of Honor/Best Man at their wedding? (Cassandra should've been at the wedding with Sera and my Inquisitor tbh)

(Setting this post Trespasser for continuity.)

Cassandra: The air is filled, immediately and impossibly, with hearts. So few of Cassandra's friends are free to promise themselves to a spouse, and so over the years the Seeker had relinquished that childhood dream to oblivion. But now there is such joy among her dearest friends, and no matter how long or short the engagement and planning Cassandra will be there for everything they need.

And on the day will cry more than anyone else. Everyone will be threatened into forgetting this about her.

Solas:

Varric: Now this is the happy ending to a story he can get behind. Promise an open bar and he is in.

For all of his bluster and faked nonchalance, Kirkwall's viscount is deeply touched. Over the course of this inquisition he has made friends to rival the ones in Kirkwall, and the fact that those sentiments are returned enough to merit such an invitation mean the world. Immediately he takes over logistics, and no matter if there is limited time to plan the wedding goes off without a hitch.

His speech is legendary. People cry. He's putting it in his next book.

Blackwall: It's ridiculous. It's a common request, from a friend, to stand up with them at their wedding. After all this time it shouldn't even be a surprise. But the question brings him to his proverbial knees. For so long, even after everyone knew the truth, Thom Rainier had assumed himself to be unlovable. Tolerated in a time of war for what he brought to the table, but not worthy of true regard.

This is a gift the finally unlocks those chains. He might not know much about weddings, but no matter what they need their would be warden does his best. Like Cassandra, he openly weeps at the ceremony.

Sera: Nothin' like love to make a wedding a party! This may be the one time Sera tones down the pranks, too focused on making sure both the little and big people are happy. Dorian is heavily consulted on clothing, and Skyhold's resident Jenny might even submit to a haircut.

The bakers in Thedas weep for her designs. They are perfect. Might go into the cake business, if cookies don't hold out.

Whole thing goes off without a hitch. Well, except for the actual hitch. That goes perfect.

Vivienne: Darling she is thrilled. No matter their venue or plans Madame de Fer is quick to make sure they have the best. Appointments open, caterers are suddenly free, and her tailors are on hand to make sure that everyone in the wedding party looks their best.

There is some distant sorrow later, watching the couple dance the first of the rest of their lives together, but not for all the gold in the world would she have traded her life with Bastien. That was more than enough for one heart-- it is no trial to be happy for her friends.

Dorian: No matter his travel plans or the demands of the magisterium, the moment they ask Dorian is firmly rooted in place. These people have welcomed him like no other, and to be honored with such a role is...he will not cry in public. It is unseemly for a magister.

Instead he make sure everything he touches is made perfect for them and all problems directed his way. Let them relish in the bliss of their engagement-- he will fight the florists until they realize Minrathous roses are the only way to go. And on the day, he sits patiently with both spouses until their cosmetics are perfect. But that time is also spent in quiet friendship, a moment of peace before their special moment.

Later he will refuse to ruin his own foundation with tears in public, and be quietly smug that his knock down brawl with the sommelier resulted in the best vintages at table.

The Iron Bull: There are flowers everywhere. From the moment he is asked Operation: Wedding is a full go for the Chargers. Marriage is unknown under the Qun, and so in true Ben-Hassrath form Bull takes it upon himself to learn exactly what this role will entail.

Three crashed marriages and a lot of cursing later....well, the venue is perfect, Rocky has invented a confetti cannon, and Krem has earned his place at the Maker's side for turning out a formal coat that will fit his shoulders in record time.

He cries at the ceremony. Few guests are brave enough to comment.

Cole: "Stand as a witness, the best man even if you aren't a man. Be there to celebrate, always a good friend and I want him at my side. I want that too!"

Any guest with ill intent conveniently forget the wedding date and location. One of the florists ties a bow on his hat. People cry, but the tears don't hurt. Its confusing, but he's happy to be there.

Turns out cake is something enjoyed on both sides of the veil.

#dragon age inquisition #solas #dorian pavus #blackwall #sera #cassandra pentaghast #the iron bull #vivienne de fer #varric tethras

[canirove]

Broken Hearts Football Club | Chapter 16

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"Good morning, sunshine!"

"Leah?" June groaned. "What are you doing here?"

"Getting you out of that bed" she said, opening the curtains. "You've spent half your summer there crying and eating your weight on ice-cream, and I've had enough of it."

"But I haven't" she replied, covering her head with the duvet.

"June, I'm being serious. You are gonna get out of that bed, make yourself look presentable, and come on a run with me. The preseason is around the corner and we must get ready for it."

"No."

"June, c'mon!" Leah said, sitting on the bed and uncovering her head. "You are Chelsea's captain!" 

"I won't be anymore."

"What?" 

"I'm retiring, Leah."

"No, you are not" she laughed.

"I am. I can't play anymore."

"Why not? Because you are heartbroken and Chilly and Mason may hate you?" 

"Because I think I'm pregnant" June whispered.

"I beg your pardon?"

"I think I'm pregnant, Leah" she cried, covering her head again.

"You think you… From whom?"

"Pick a guess."

"Wait… Mason? Oh my God, June!" Leah said, standing up.

"I know" she sobbed.

"Why didn't you use protection?"

"Because there wasn't time. We walked through the door and just…"

"Oh, my God. How could you be so stupid? Both of you?"

"There is no need to insult me, Leah. I myself have already done it enough."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. But June! June!" she said, sitting down again. 

"I know."

"Wait, June…" Leah said after a few seconds in silence. "You said you think you may be pregnant. Have you taken a test yet?"

"No."

"No? Why?"

"I haven't had the strength to go out and buy it. But I don't need to, to be honest. I've been feeling sick and very tired for the past few days. And my period is late."

"How late?"

"Four days. And it is like a clock, you know it."

"But you've been under a lot of stress lately, it can happen."

"Not with me, Leah. I'm pregnant and I'm gonna have to retire early and raise a baby alone because their father hates me" June said, starting to cry again. 

"Hey, you are not alone. June" Leah said, forcing her to look her in the eyes. "You are not alone. You have me, and I'm sure Vittoria and Lauren will also be there for you. Same with John, your family and Mason."

"He hates me."

"But he isn't the type of guy who would abandon his baby and you know it."

"He isn't, no."

"And June, if you are not ready for it, you know there always is another option."

"You mean…"

"Yes" Leah said, taking her hand on hers.

"I can't do that. And definitely not without telling Mason."

"Your body, your choice, June. But we don't know yet if you actually are pregnant, so we'll cross that bridge when we come to it. Now we must focus on you taking that test."

"I'm not ready, Leah."

"The sooner the better, so this is what we are going to do. I'm gonna run you a nice warm bath, and while you are relaxing and getting rid of that greasy hair, I'm going out to buy you a test and something nice for breakfast."

"Buy three."

"What?" Leah chuckled.

"Buy at least three tests and from different brands. I want to be completely sure."

"Ok. Three tests, coffee, and a croissant as big as your head. Does that sound good?"

"Perfect" June said. "Thank you, Leah."

"Anything for you, Maxwell" she replied, kissing her forehead.

━━━━━━❃━━━━━━

"How much left?" June asked.

"A minute."

"A minute" she repeated, pacing around the kitchen. "This is the longest minute of my life, I feel like I'm going to have a heart…"

"June, why are you crying now?"

"Ben!" she said. "What am I going to tell him, Leah? Oh, hey, I'm pregnant with your best friend's child after a one night stand but I'm in love with you?"

"Wait, are you in love with Chilly?"

"I… I don't know. Maybe. I'm too confused and all this isn't helping and… shit!" 

"It's time" Leah said, turning off her phone's alarm. "Do you want to do the honours?"

"I can't. You do it."

"Ok. I'm gonna turn them all around at the same time. Ready?"

"No" June said, covering her eyes.

"One, two… three!"

"And? Leah, why have you gone so quiet? Am I pregnant or not?"

#ben chilwell #ben chilwell fanfic #ben chilwell imagine #football fanfic #football imagine

[penvisions]

the melting point {chapter 3}

Pairing: Frankie Morales x Baker! Reader (ex EMT! Reader)

Summary: Your triggers have successfully complicated your life, once again. Something you had hoped would be easier to deal with upon moving. You try to pick up the pieces after the fact. 

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: breach of professionalism on benny’s part, flirting, mentions of past depression, description of reader to establish future plot points, soft touches that ignite the soul 

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“Hello?”

“Um, yes. Hi, hello. I have this number down as the emergency contact for…” Benny scrambled to search your gym profile for your last name and paired it with your first.

“Is she okay?” The man’s voice on the other side of the line was rushed, worry flooding through the receiver of the gym phone.

“I’m not entirely sure, I’m the owner of Brass Knuckles, it’s gym here in Florida. She’s been a daily visitor for the last 6 months, same time every day. But it’s been a week since she’s been in.”

“Benny? Ben Miller?” The voice seemed to breath a sigh of relief. “I thought this was going to be a call from a hospital…”

“She’s more than just a patron, sir. I’ve been on good speaking terms with her and she always brings us stuff from the bakery, we just,” Now it was Benny’s turn to sigh. “We just want to know that she’s okay, she was supposed to meet us for drinks this past Friday but never showed up, even after an ‘on my way’ message.”

“Last Friday?”

“Yes, sir.”

“This time of year is tough for her, if I hadn’t been so wrapped up with my kid, I would’ve flown out to be with her. She…probably wouldn’t want me to tell you what’s going on, but you seem genuine enough and she’s told me about you and your friends in passing.”

“Tough time of year?”

“She’s a retired EMT, Benny.”

“Oh. Oh! Oh no.” Benny may be a little naïve sometimes when it came to social cues but he knew that you were too young to have retired from something that took years and schooling to get accomplished such as EMT, medical work. “Say no more, really, if she wants to share the details with us, then we’ll wait until she’s ready.”

“You’re a good man, Benny. She’s gushed about you before, says you’re always nice to her and that even though she declines, you always make her offers to hang out and even if she doesn’t say it, she really does appreciate it. It’s…just hard for her to be around people and out in crowds sometimes.”

“Has she at least opened the bakery within the last week?”

“No, sir, she hasn’t. It’s been dark since I checked on her after the weekend. I’ve rerouted my way home to check everyday since.”

“Shit, okay. She’s been responding fine, short but fine. Let me see if I can rearrange some stuff and get out there.”

“I can also reach out in a more concrete way, if you think it will help. My friends and I…we’re retired military. So we get the whole overwhelmed with a past life thing. I’ve been debating calling her or the shop, but didn’t want to breach professionally anymore than I already had, this was, I’m very sorry but a breach enough in itself.”

“No, no. I really do appreciate you reaching out, she’s a good girl, she just gets lost in her head sometimes and shuts down. I think that’s why she moved, to try and get a better handle on it. Get some space from the things around town that triggered her.”

“Okay, I totally understand. Do you think flowers would be over the line, the guys and I want her to know that we’re here for her and we aren’t mad.”

“I think flowers would be perfect, she loves chrysanthemums.”

“I’ll order some and let the guys sign the card, I’ll drop them off tonight after I close up.”

“Thank you, really. You’re a good friend, she needs those.”

-

Frankie had no idea how he ended up parking along the street in front of your bakery with a vase of beautiful white flowers. He had gotten the text of Benny’s plan in the group chat. Explaining briefly that he had reached out to your emergency contact and had come to find out you were just as damaged as the rest of them. Everyone was quick to agree to the flower idea, everyone showing up around close with the intent to sign the card for you. Living the closest to you, Frankie had been volunteered to be the delivery boy. He hadn’t argued but he did feel out of place. He didn’t even know you as much as the others, but he wanted to…

He had been so worried his added presence had turned you off from the bar that night last week. He wasn’t happy with the real reason but he was grateful he wasn’t the cause of your trepidation. Sighing, Frankie glanced at the card one more time, he hadn’t figured out what little blurb to say and had just opted to sign his name with a smiley face. It looked a little funny but it was cute, he thought.

Movement out of the corner of his eye caught his attention, someone was walking about in the bakery behind the counter, the lights having been flickered on. With a nervous huff, Frankie carefully picked up the vase and got out of his truck. He knocked on the front door, the closed sign in his face making him feel like a fool, but he had seen you inside, he was sure of it. The slight smell of something sweet decorated the air.

He watched as your head popped up from where you must’ve been crouched behind the counter, your brows knit together in confusion. Then a blush when your eyes met his own through the glass. You stood, running your hands down the black apron that was over a simple outfit of black jeans and a dark heather gray ribbed tank top, the cut of it showing the tattoos that decorated your arms. He had been so distracted by your expression last time that he hadn’t noticed them. He took in the plants you had on each shoulder / collarbone, symmetrical in their placement and design. Others made up loose sleeves on your arms, some bare patches making him wonder what you were going to fill them up with.

You walked slowly to the door, a small hesitant wave letting him know you recognized him. You reached up to tighten the bun that piled all your hair atop your head before reached to unlock the door.

“Well, hi there.” Your voice was quiet, but you didn’t run away from him so he felt a little like he was floating on air.

“Hi.” He cleared his throat as he inclined his head in a silent question. When you stepped aside, he walked over the threshold and into the shop. He heard you click the lock back into place as he looked around. You had one large display case by the register at the back of the space, two shelving units off to the right from the door with jars and other things he couldn’t make out. There were three small, but comfy tables on the left and a squishy leather couch with a coffee table facing the shelving.

“We uh, wanted to let you know we were thinkin’ of you. We got you flowers. Taylor said they were your favorite?” Frankie held out the vase to you when he turned back around from his exploration of the space. Your eyes held a caution he was all too familiar with.

“He told me Benny called him, said to not mess up the chance at making some good friends down here.”

You reached out for the vase, your fingers brushing Frankie’s and you both felt the tingles of contact. You closed your eyes as you brought them up to sniff. The motion allowed Frankie to see the dark circles under your eyes, the way your freckles were darker on your muted skin, you didn’t look like you had been outside since he last saw you. He felt heat rise up his face as he watched the same rise up yours, a shy smile gracing your features.

“Are you busy right now?”

“Me? Oh, um…” Frankie thought of how his mom was watching over his daughter, it was summer so she was out of school and had been scooped up from daycare a few hours ago. The drive wasn’t too far, on the other side of town, which he had reminded the guys of when he had been volunteered to come here on his way. But now he didn’t regret the task at all, your presence was calming even if he was the one who was supposed to be offering support right now. “Let me make a call real quick?”

“Oh, that’s okay. I shouldn’t have been so forward, we barely know each other…” You broke away from his gaze, looking down at the ground and then toward the back of the shop.

“I don’t mind!” He rushed to say, hand coming up to rub at the back of his neck. He was sure what he said next would break the spell regardless. Women were always thrown off by the single dad revelation, he was sure this wouldn’t be any different. “I just have to check in with my mom, she’s watching my daughter for me.”

“Oh! Don’t let me steal you away from that. I didn’t have anything in mind, just…wanted to see if you were interested in helping with the batch of cookies I just started. But it’s totally okay, I get it, kids are the priority and I didn’t realize you were already spoken for.” You hastily walked away from him, going to the register counter and setting the vase down. You wouldn’t look at him. You were so embarrassed, of course Frankie had a wife and a kid. Off limits, with a family he had to get home to.

“No, wait. No. I’m not married. Lex’s mother took off on us a few years after she was born.” He followed you and placed a hesitant hand on your shoulder. Your skin was so soft underneath his fingers, the tattoos begging to be traced and explored. “Just give me a second and I’ll be right back.”

“Take the room, no need to go back out in the heat. I’ll be in the kitchen.” You picked the vase back up and with another shy smile you disappeared behind swinging door that led to the back of the space behind the counter.

After a quick call asking if everyone was alright and if it would be okay for him to come fetch Lex after dinner and bath time. His mother had insisted that Lex stay the night if he had plans, something he seldom had. She bid him a good time with a smile in her voice and a promise to send a goodnight video once bath time was over. Frankie took a second to collect himself, he glanced down at his dirty clothing, self-conscious of the oil and grime that stained him. He had gone straight to Brass Knuckles after his shift at the mechanic shop he worked part time at. He wished he could take a shower and look nicer for you.

He felt all of his troubles melt away when he pushed the swinging door to enter the kitchen, the sight of you rolling out a large sheet of what looked like sugar cookie dough on a floured counter surface. Your arms were toned, he noted, the muscles moving with practiced ease as you rolled it out to the thinness you wanted. When you looked up, a small smile on your face he felt his heart thump loudly in his chest.

“Alright, you’ve officially stolen me.” He tossed you a playful wink, loving the way your cheeks flushed at his boldness. “What would you like me to do?”

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#dev writes #triple frontier #triple frontier movie #triple frotnier fic #triple frontier fanfic #frankie morales #pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #pedro boys #frankie morales x you #frankie morales x reader #frankie morales fic #frankie morales fanfic #frankie x baker! reader #frankie x f!reader #santiago pope garcia #santiago garcia #will ironhead miller #will miller #benny miller #frankie morales smut

[gravity-barbie]

The Sparrows getting you for secret Santa HCs

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Marcus Hargreeves

-Marcus is perceptive and rational so he can figure out a useful gift you might need pretty easily, though his first instinct is to choose something quickly just to get it out of the way

-However, afterwards there’s a few times when he’s out and he sees something that reminds him of you or he overhears you mentioning something that you like and he starts feeling almost self-conscious about his choice

-But actually whatever he chose is perfect, something that you’ve wanted or even needed for a long time but have been hesitant to break the bank on

-Marcus is honestly surprised by how glad he is that you like it, he feels very validated

Ben Hargreeves

-Ben doesn’t care about secret Santa but he’s a perfectionist and once he gets talked into participating he isn’t going to half-ass it

-He thinks long and hard about you as a person, however rather than landing on a interest of yours or something, he does lean more coldly practical

-What he seemingly lacks in sentiment he makes up for with wealth, show off that he is, he makes an effort to give the most costly and coveted present of the day

-While if you like your gift he only barely even registers your gratitude, if you don’t or seem not to he really acts like it’s the end of the world, like he’d be absolutely crushed

Fei Hargreeves

-Despite not being stoked to participate in secret Santa, you’re safe in her hands, she reads you like a book in no time and has some spookily perfect ideas lined up

-She wastes no time getting it out of the way, at first viewing it as a bit of a chore, but ends up having fun picking something out for you, maybe even a couple of things with an overlying theme that even the wrapping paper matches

-While she certainly has a flare for aesthetics, she doesn’t get anything purely frivolous, practicality is the most important ingredient to any gift from Fei

-She’s very confident in her choice, almost smug as she watches you open it but is still so glad when you confirm you love it

Alphonso Hargreeves

-Alphonso didn’t really want to do secret Santa, weirdly it felt like too much pressure to be solely responsible for someone’s Christmas presents, and that pressure only doubled when he got you

-Knowing that if he sincerely tried to get you a perfect gift he’d probably fall flat, Alphonso leans more towards gag gifts

-He’s not completely hopeless though, he makes sure to incorporate an inside joke or something like that for a personal touch

-He tries to act totally indifferent to your reaction but if he gets so much as a grin out of you he struggles to contain his joy and may start babbling about the gift and his thought process in choosing it

Sloane Hargreeves

-Sloane is very glad to of gotten you for secret Santa, so glad in fact that keeping it a secret is pretty difficult, and you may very well of figured it out in advance

-You’re very lucky to have gotten her though, she puts as much thought and effort into your gift as she’d want someone to put in for her, she wants it to be more than an item, rather an experience

-She goes for something more heartfelt than pricey or practical (though of course ideally it’s a combination of all three) and some people may not like her style but if you think like she does it’ll be the best gift you’ve ever received

-Thankfully it doesn’t even matter if the person who got her for secret Santa flubbed it because getting a positive reaction out of you is the best Christmas gift she could of gotten

Jayme Hargreeves

-Jayme doesn’t care about the mystery of secret Santa or gift giving in general, if she has to she’ll just ask you what you want

-If you’re really into the anonymous aspect of it though, she’ll begrudgingly figure it out herself, maybe try to get ideas from a friend of yours or something

-She actually isn’t lazy with her decision, putting a fair bit of thought into her present, because she can’t stand people who buy others gifts they wouldn’t like or use

-She acts apathetic to your gratitude, playing it off like she just picked something random up an hour ago but really she’s quite pleased that you like it

#the umbrella academy #tua #the sparrow academy #marcus hargreeves x reader #sparrow ben x reader #ben hargreeves x reader #fei hargreeves x reader #alphonso hargreeves x reader #sloane hargreeves x reader #jayme hargreeves x reader #the umbrella academy x reader #the umbrella academy preferences #the umbrella academy imagine #tua x you #tua x reader

[all-pacas]

ok ok ok just for fun: if i were to reboot spider-man into the modern era. not a remix, just adapting the 60s cast and setting into a modern one.

A lot stays the same! Uncle Ben, Parker financial anxiety. Instead of Spider-Man trying to get famous and on TV, Peter at first chases fame online, all over Youtube doing stunts and showing off before transitioning into heroics. Mary Jane cameos here: she’s a pretty well known TikTok influencer, so we get an early cameo of her reacting to one of his videos. This leads to JJ’s original distaste for Spider-Man, and his original bad reputation: he’s considered a glory hound, he’s only stopping criminals for the views.

Peter is still the slightly standoffish social outcast/nerd. He was honestly a bit of a jerk in his early comics, kind of resentful and feeling like he deserved better. In the reboot, he thinks he’s better and smarter than his peers. He thinks Flash and Liz are vapid showoffs and he’s smarter. Flash is still a bullying jerk, but Peter also openly thinks he’s better. Similar dynamic to/with Johnny Storm, and as Peter gets over himself a little and becomes more heroic, both relationships soften a bit.

College! Harry tends to be adapted as really “cool” and I disagree. Harry is a loser. He is a rich trust fund loser. He looks like he has it all and is super privileged, but he’s actually really cripplingly shy and anxious and awkward. He and Peter hit it off over nerd crap, and Harry opens up to him, leading to their friendship.

Gwen is really cold and standoffish at first. She’s sort of “perfect,” comes off as a bit haughty and better than. But she and Harry are old friends and run in similar “rich and influential” circles, and her genuine warmth and friendship with Harry is an early sign she’s a nice person; she warms to Peter through him. She comes off as aloof because her dad is chief of police and she’s often getting dragged into the politics and blame that comes from “my dad is THE number one cop in New York,” and she loves her dad even if she maybe has more complicated feelings about his job and influence. She’s tired of having to live with all the assumptions that come with it and wants her own life. She and Peter can bond over having high expectations for themselves and wanting more out of life, despite not knowing quite what “more” is. Gwen has big plans and is very ambitious.

Mary Jane is a huge influencer; online she’s known only as MJ, so when May starts talking about setting Peter up with “Mary Jane” he’s like lol no. He’s heard of her from his glory seeking internet fame days and they even had a brief social media interaction or two, so he’s smitten when they do meet… only to quickly decide she’s too shallow and fame obsessed and silly — she wants to turn her social media savvy into being an actress, imagine! He still likes her as a friend and they get along great, but he’s like yeah, not dating her.

MJ for her part is much more ambivilant to Spidey than she acts online, because… she knows he’s Peter. And, as in the comics, she is not sure what to think of someone who acts so differently in a mask than unmasked. Which part is the act? Slowly she realizes that there is no act and it’s all Peter. She’s highly ambitious but because she feels like all she has to offer are her looks; she likes the adulation that comes of influencing but is so driven because she’s sure it’ll end and wants to get as much as she can before it does. She’s driven by her insecurities.

Gwen dies, Mary Jane and Peter start dating, Harry has his series of breakdowns and marries Liz. Peter and MJ have a courthouse wedding, and around the time the Clone Saga happened… instead, we introduce Miles. (Sorry, Ben). Now instead of Peter retiring and being replaced by his clone, he meets and is initially wary of Miles — after all, no one but him and only him can take care of New York (due to Peter’s immense guilt/responsibility complex). But slowly Miles and Peter bond, and Peter becomes more comfortable with sharing his responsibilities and being a mentor instead of his usual loner self.

Mary Jane does transition to actress in a similar arc as the comics: she tries Hollywood, but realizes she’s only a stunt cast, and moves to off-off-broadway and finds real success and pleasure in smaller, better shows. She is the breadwinner of the home, and still maintains some social media but mostly steps back. Not because she doesn’t still like it, but just because she doesn’t need the constant validation to prove she’s not worthless anymore.

Mayday is NOT kidnapped, and Peter’s new status-quo as a father allows him to step back and let Miles have more of the spotlight, while still remaining an active character/hero. Also because I really like her, Peter and Mary Jane’s next child is Annie. IDK, Peter really does just come off as a Girl Dad, yanno?

[catceleste]

we don’t need to wonder why the recording academy does the stupid shit it does or what the guy who said “i like this movie because it feels like a movie” means by other stupid shit he said. no. here’s the grammys mystery we need to crack. 

who tweeted this? like it’s such a perfect chaos tweet. nearly 15k quote tweets! and if you haven’t seen them you can guess what they’re like lol. but it’s perfect because everyone is mad. the harry fans are mad. harry haters are mad. this was, whether by design or accident, just a perfect catalyst for Mess. 

for the record, i don’t personally believe the producer for the broadcast of the ceremony has any kind of singular, significant say in who wins awards. certainly, the recording academy is a fucking disaster but it’s beyond A Guy and is its own issue entirely. however, the optics are just laughably terrible and my initial thought is this has to be intentional. the tweeter has to have it out for harry and/or the grammys because who would be so naive to think this piece of info will hit like a little “fun fact”? and there’s plenty of motives to go around in the great stan wars. did this social media person belong to one of these groups? aggrieved beyhive? a swifty holding on to a grudge? maybe a wildcard belieber? i can’t say. but there’s no end to fan groups who would love to make a perceived enemy camp look stupid by making their liege look stupid. 

ah, but the timestamp would rule out a stan of some form, you may think. it was sent out before aoty was announced. how could a tweet precede the crime for which it serves as revenge? it’s something worth considering, but it looked bad enough at beginning of the ceremony. the social media person could have just gotten lucky that their tweet only became all the more damning after the evening was done. could be.

but maybe there is one person out there naive enough, with just enough sway, to think “actually, this is a fun fact and will be received well by the twitter public” and that person would be grammy producer, ben winston. it makes sense. he lives in a heightened reality where he’s perfect and the smartest, best, coolest guy in the world and wow it’s so cool he’s friends with this other guy who is the best coolest guy in the world and that got his amazing offspring on this song and the world needs to know because they’ll rejoice in how cool and great this is. so he tells the social media person “hey make sure you share this fun fact about me and my awesome kid.”

so many possibilities. so many theories. like, i’ve long ago given up ceding any amount of energy to thoughtfully criticize these institutions. but i do still live for marveling at these kinds of stupid gaffes.

[floralembarrassment]

Growing Up (2/3) (jegulus | wolfstar)

They are walking home from the game, while Harry recounts all the best parts out loud and all four of them listen intently, agreeing and chanting in all the right spots. Many "Papa did see you me do this?" And "Dad did you see when Ben shot that ball?" Remus says, "gosh Harry I remember when you were just little and could barely kick the ball. Running around in a uniform too big and glasses definitely falling off your face. And look at you, you're the star now!"

"Do you think they'll have football at Hogwarts? I know, I know about Quidditch but could I play both?" He looks up at James and Regulus expectantly. James looks at Regulus not sure how to say 'no they definitely don't' and not disappoint his boy. Regulus takes this one for him, "Well they might not. They didn't have it when we were there. But I bet you lots of the muggle-borns and half-bloods will know about it. If you really wanted to you could start a club yourself!"

James leans over to kiss Regulus' cheek thanking him for of course having the perfect answer.

Harry nods his head very seriously, still walking ahead and appears to be thinking hard about how to start a club as an 11 year old.

Sirius pipes in to build him up: "yeah and Filch will hate the balls!" They all laugh. Harry does too but mostly because he has come to learn that Filch and his cat may be a bit too nosey. "I think they will like it. My friends, I mean. I know I'm gonna make a lot!" Harry declared with confidence. "Not a nervous bone in that kids body," Remus says, messing up Harry's hair. Sirius begins to explain, "well that's because he knows he is loved and knows that with the right amount of charisma or the sharing of a good book in silence will make him fit in anywhere." He nudged Reg and Remus with his elbows at the same time.

#jegulus #james x regulus #marauders #starchaser #james potter #regulus black #harry potter #fanfic #wolfstar #remus x sirius #sirius black #remus lupin #jegulus raising harry #lgbtq #fluff

[poems-of-a-lover]

nick watches spiderman

oh boy okay. agh. here we go. right off the bat the opening is just SO good??? its so sick and for what??? the soundtrack to both films also is very clearly 2010s pop music or whatever but still im a fan. shoutout to 2012 and 2014 specifically (bc thats when the movies came out KJHKJASHG)

peter playing hide and seek with his father in the beginning of tasm is very cute until u realize why his fathers hiding =]

AGH. richard parker.

oh yeah i forgot abt the office. so richards office gets broken into and like ransacked bc oscorp employees (????) were looking for his data on the spiders. is this ever stated in either film? no.

anyway! time to abandon our child and leave the country! - richard and mary parker

we learn basically nothing abt mary btw like we have noooo idea who she is shes just there

OKAY ALSO in the first film when theyre leaving richard says "be good" and just shuts the door. in the SECOND one he holds peters hand and rubs his thumb over it then says it and leaves. idk why its different its probably just a mistake but i noticed

FLASH THOMPSON this flash is soooo interesting he has such a fun character

peter being a scrawny brunette white boy and a skater and photographer in like the 2010s and also somehow being single is baffling to me

anyway hes abt to get his shit kicked in

remember how i said flash is a fun character? hes not rn he kinda sucks BUT he gets better

like he hits peter a few times but he gets better i promise

SHOUTOUT TO GWEN shes awesome she doesnt suffer from "only worth being a love interest" disease she actually has a full character

also her checking on peter after the fight is so cute

most of her character development and stuff comes in the second film bc it focuses on their relationship more but its so fun

"ben parker dont u even think abt leaving that filthy box in my kitchen" "these are my bowling trophies" "oh well then by all means please leave that filthy box in my kitchen" I LOOOOVE MAY AND BEN

ben is such a fun father figure for peter. like he says he doesnt know how to parent and take care of him well enough but honestly? he does a pretty good job

THIS. GODDAMN BRIEFCASE. THIS BRIEFCASE RUINS SO MUCH.

"guess who sold it to him? your mother, thats how they met" AGHHHH THATS SOOOO CUTE anyway whatever back to peter

oh yeah the photo of richard and curt. the start of it all. KGJHSKJGH this causes so many issues for everyone now

peter parker in glasses. i wanna be him.

im genuine peter parker is like prime gender envy for me i wanna be him soooo bad

THE DOOR LOCK he managed to build his own remote controlled door lock its so fun

ben is suchhh a good character to compare to richard. bens not even blood to peter but he treated him so incredibly well. and ik richard was in danger and thats why he left but he also just left his son. its more complicated than that for sure but at this point chronologically thats all we know

curt and richard working together is soooo interesting bc richard was just out here working for everyone JGHSKJHG

"youll find your badge to the left" [peter looks for two seconds] "are you having trouble finding yourself?" MAAM GIVE HIM TIME KJGJKSHF

like yes he snuck into this very important building and stole an internship slot from someone else but still!! let the man find a fake name!!!

GWEN oh yeah gwen is dr connors head intern she is so incredibly smart JKGHJSKHGKJ like u see her intelligence a lot more in the second film but shes so smart and i love her so much im a gwen stacy fan

each of the spiderman villains (or marvel in general) either want revenge or to make the world perfect. or both. gimme somethin new. /LHLH ITS FUN I ENJOY THE LIZARD PLOT

"hes second in his class" "second?" "yeah" "are you sure about that?" "im pretty sure" peter and gwen my beloveds <333

they have such a fun relationship and it drives me crazy theyre so cute jhafkjhskj even when theyre not together theyre still like. friends. (dont think abt the second movie we're not there yet)

i wish i was watching this with someone so i wouldnt have to explain whats happening on screen while also giving thoughts abt it. whos gonna step up and watch spiderman with me.

PETER. HE JUST BROKE INTO THE BIG SECRET SCIENCE LAB> U CANT JUST.

hes a little stupid

this might go without saying but if ur arachnophobic i do not recommend watching the first movie bc this whole lab sequence is just a shit ton of spiders. the second movie should be good but this one is. not.

anyway peters touching things and its not going well for him

OH YEAH CURTS TALKING ABT NORMAN okay so dr connors work is strictly to work on curing norman osborn bc he has retroviral hyperplasia (the osborn curse) hes not actually working to help ppl, thats not what he was hired for, hes here to help cure norman so that he doesnt die from this disease that no ones cured yet

so what theyre essentially doing is trying cross species genetics to see if some animal with like. self healing abilities. (like a spider) would cure norman if used in the correct way. thats also what richard was working on with him but we dont learn abt that for a while.

ANYWAY MY FRIEND IS DOING STUFF SO IM GONNA PAUSE HERE. ILL PICK BACK UP ON THIS LATER TONIGHT <3

#nick watches spiderman #loooove this movie. here are my thoughts for the first like 20 minutes of it JKGHSKJGHKJ

[coolgirl32]

Disney prince li shang x my oc Jacqulyn adventure 9 ok so there will be temporary changes like My OC her looks will be changed temporarily so please do enjoy it damn look at those back muscles 😏🤤

AS Jacqulyn open her eyes she had no idea where she was when Sarah appeared Sarah's eyes widen Jacqulyn was confused she asked her what was wrong Sarah told her that she looked very different Jacqulyn I had no idea what she was talking about when Sarah poof a mirror and Jacqulyn looked at it and looked at a reflection her eyes widen and she almost screamed she was really different her hair was black her clothes were different even her shoes were different she asked Sarah why does she look different Sarah answered her question by saying that she is in the story of Mulan Jacqulyn's eyes grew wider she was surprised that she was in China and what was even more surprising was that she looked different in the story of course she remember that Mulan was in the 6th century or the 7th century so it all made sense but sensing this was Disney she figured that there was a doctor who fixed up Mulan so she decided to play as a nurse what was confusing is what name was she going to pick so her and Sarah came up with the name and it was perfect the name Jacqulyn would pick is mai-lin it was a beautiful name perfect for a beautiful woman when Sarah told her the plan it was perfect the plan was to find li shang make sure he falls in love with her marry him and then when that's done move on to the next story and so Jacqulyn was off and she was walking she saw the campsite where she saw the soldiers and there she saw li shang she was very nervous and excited when she walked over there every guy was whistling at her and basically cat calling her she never expected to get this much 'attention' from anyone so without looking she accidentally bumped in someone when she looked up it was li-shang when he saw her he thought that she was very beautiful he helped her up and asked her what her name was she almost forgot what her name was supposed to be then she said her name was mai-lin he said it was a very beautiful name he asked her what she was doing in camp she told him she is a nurse just in case one of the soldiers gets hurt she thought it didn't work but it did as li-shang said his speech to everyone one soldier then was being a smart mouth and li-shang decided to make an example out of him by shooting an arrow on a tall post the soldier tried his best but failed miserably every soldier failed miserably li-shang Ben said this was going to be a long day so is everyone started training through the weekends they begin to get better and better Jacqulyn aka mai-lin was secretly training herself while those weeks went on li-shang and mai-lin to know each other the more they spend time with each other the more they grew closer the downside Jacqulyn felt really bad about what she's going to do after she marries li-shang but she knows that she has to do this in order to go to the next story so after the war was over li-shang asked mai-lin if she would like to go on a date with him he was very shy and embarrassed about it she said yes and as they started dating they grew closer to each other by each day when li-shang proposed to mai-lin she said yes after they're wedding they went to their honeymoon hours later Jacqulyn aka mai-lin woke up as her eyes adjusted she saw Sarah Sarah then asked her is she ready to go on to the next tail she said yes but she has to write a letter after she's done writing the letter Sarah opened the portal and Jacqulyn and Sarah both win and the portal closed when li-shang woke up he saw the letter read it and begin to write a letter to his friends which were Philip John Eric Florian Henry and Roger telling them that they were right about the woman he just married and he's going to help them find her and make her tell them what has been going on he was really upset and very confused

To be continued

Okay so that was adventure 9 adventure 10 will come up tomorrow also I'm sorry that I didn't write this I had to celebrate my sister's birthday they're twins they're also 16 today but this October 14th I'll be 21 big milestone for my mom anyway please do enjoy this and tell me what you think about it

#disney guy's x my oc jacqulyn

[musicboxmemories]

Ben + aiding his friends

#turnedit #turn amc #benjamin tallmadge #ben tallmadge #seth numrich #caleb brewster #daniel henshall #anna strong #heather lind #abraham woodhull #jamie bell #turn #turn washington's spies #perioddramaedit #ben x anna #gifs #mine #i've got the golden girls theme song stuck in my head after this trololol #ben may not be perfect but he sure does love his friends :') #and that second one always makes me go uwu cuz even though #he and anna bicker a lot there's definitely #love and respect between them

[canirove]

Broken Hearts Football Club | Chapter 6

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"We shouldn't be going out tonight, Leah."

"Why not? It's New Year's Eve!" 

"Because we both are playing in two days. We should be resting."

"Don't be a party pooper, June. It'll be fun, you'll see."

"Yeah, we'll see" she sighed. "Where are you taking me?"

"To this new club the girls were talking about the other day. It apparently is very exclusive, you need an invitation to go in."

"And you got us one?"

"I did. Perks of being Leah Williamson and June Maxwell" she smiled. "Oh, shit."

"What? Why are you looking at me like that?" 

"You look amazing, June. Like… wow. If you were into girls, I would definitely hit on you. I may actually hit on you even if you aren't."

"You're gonna make me blush, Miss Williamson" she smirked.

"You're welcome, Miss Maxwell" Leah replied with a matching smile. "And you know, we should take a photo together and post it, show the world how hot we look to welcome the new year."

"Do we really have to?" June said.

"Yes, come here."

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"Fucking hell, bro."

"Uh?"

"Look" Mason said, showing Ben his phone. "Can you imagine we cross paths with them tonight?"

"I hope not. I don't want to start the new year with June Maxwell around me."

"Not even when she looks this hot?"

"She looks ok" Ben said. But that was a lie. She looked stunning.

"Ok? Just ok? Chilly, she looks fucking hot. I know you don't like her, but you can't deny it."

"Meh" he shrugged.

"Well, unlike you, I'm not blind and I would not mind starting the new year with her around me. And on me. She is fire, bro."

"Mase, I don't care about Maxwell's sexual life. Besides, didn't she break your heart? Why do you want to sleep with her again?"

"Because one, she looks amazing, two, I haven't been with anyone in months and I'm horny as hell, and three, we already know what the other likes and how. It will be perfect." 

"But you could have any of the other girls you've been with, you know? It doesn't have to be her."

"Jealous?" Mason asked, arching an eyebrow.

"Of course not!"

"Then why does it bother you if I sleep with her or not?"

"Because you two already have history and you are my best friend. I worry about you."

"Sure, Chilly. Sure" Mason laughed.

"Whatever" Ben replied, rolling his eyes. "Anyway, are we leaving or not? I'm sure it is gonna be packed since it is a new club."

"Yeah, yeah, we are leaving. But imagine that we actually see them..."

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"Three, two, one… Happy New Year!" everyone at the club screamed.

"Happy New Year, June!" 

“Happy New Year, Leah!" she replied, hugging her friend. "But I need to go to the bathroom."

"What? Already?"

"I've been peeing myself since last year!"

"June!" Leah laughed.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself" she shrugged. "Wait for me here, ok? Don't go anywhere."

"What if I cross paths with the woman of my dreams?"

"I thought I was the woman of your dreams."

"And you are, love. Just not tonight."

"Ok" June chuckled. "Try not to disappear. There are so many people here…"

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"Hey, careful!" June said after someone pushed her.

"Watch where you are going, bitch."

"Excuse me?"

"Are you deaf or something… bitch."

"Say that again if you are brave enough."

"Bitch" the other girl grinned.

"You…" but June couldn't finish her sentence or do what she wanted to do,  someone grabbing her by the waist and away from the girl who was insulting her. 

"I knew you weren't the cleverest of them all, but getting into a fight in a club's bathroom? That's beneath you, Maxwell."

"Chilwell? What are you doing here?"

"Saving you from showing up at your next game with a black eye. You're welcome" he smiled.

"I didn't need saving, I had it all under control."

"Sure" he chuckled.

"I did" June replied, crossing her arms over her chest. That was when Ben finally dared to properly look at her. She had looked hot in the photo Mason had showed him, but it was nothing compared to how good she looked in person. When had June Maxwell gone from just a pretty girl to a bombshell? "Chilwell, stop checking me out."

"What?" he said, feeling his cheeks get warm. Thank God they were in a kind of dark corner and she couldn’t notice. 

"You were checking me out."

"I was not."

"Yes, you were." 

"Ok, what if I was, uh? What if I was checking you out, Maxwell?" he asked, taking a step closer towards her, the few drinks he had had suddenly making him feel very brave.

"That's…" But she wasn't able to find the right words. She was too distracted by the way Ben was looking at her, by how good he looked that night. His beard was a bit longer than usual, his curls completely free. Were they as soft as they looked? And his lips… Dear God, he had the most kissable lips she had ever seen.

"Now you are the one checking me out, Maxwell" he smirked.

"What?" she said with a nervous laugh.

"You are, June" he said, closing most of the space between them. "But I don't mind."

"You don't… Ben, are you drunk?"

"Intoxicated. By you" he said before kissing her, both of them feeling electricity run through their bodies when their lips touched.

"What the fuck, Chilwell!" she said, slapping him and taking a step back.

"I'm sorry, June. I'm so sorry. I don't know what happened, I just…" But he wasn't able to keep apologising, her arms wrapping around his neck and kissing him again.

#ben chilwell #ben chilwell fanfic #ben chilwell imagine #football fanfic #football imagine

[chiliiscereal]

Gone gone gone

Peter Parker x sister! Reader

Summary: you and Peter have always been close. You’ve told each other everything, you’ve shared everything as long as you can remember, and you’re as close as siblings can be. But… there are a few things you don’t know. One mistake is all it takes to unravel a perfect family.

You and Peter were always the best of friends. You always talked. You didn’t always share everything, but you did care for each other deeply. You’d even been close since the day you were born.

I guess being siblings helped with that.

Peter was two years older but you couldn’t have been closer. Even if you were twins.

You had movie nights, raided the fridge together at midnight every midnight, and told each other everything.

Even your parents death couldn’t change that. Sure, it was hard. Very hard.

But you were together.

And you both had May and Ben.

Eventually the pain of your parents death faded. After all, your brother was always there.

Your dad may not have been there to yell at you about your math worksheet in the kitchen, but Peter always tutored you in his free time.

Your mom wasn’t able to cook you dinner, but Peter was there to make the craziest sandwich combinations with you. Without him you never would have tried Salami and Jelly with mustard. It had been the grossest thing you ever had eaten, but it was an experience you didn’t want to forget. Well you couldn’t forget it if you tried.

Peter would remind you about your laundry. He’d offer to dry the dishes if he saw you washing. And the moment he got his license he was there to pick you up every day after school.

And now, you had May and Ben. Now you had family movie nights, game nights, and everything else a parent could give you.

So yes, it hurt, but you had your family.

No secrets.

Well, almost.

——————

“Dude I don’t understand how you can get all scratched up.” You rolled your eyes. “You seriously expect me to believe that THIS was from your skateboard?” You gestured to the bruise on his arm with eyebrows raised. “Did you get in a fight? Is that what this is? Cause I can go get them for you. Just say the word.”

He scoffed. “You would take on a high schooler for me?”

“Absolutely.”

“That’s so sweet of you. With that in mind, can I borrow your charger?”

“Hell no.” You scoffed back at him, applying the newly bought foundation over his bruise. If Ben found out, he’d have an aneurism.” You snorted at your own joke. “But seriously what happened.”

“Don’t worry about it kid.” He shoved your shoulder with his, making you shriek when the makeup rubbed off on your shirt.

“I WAS ALMOST DONE!”

“It’s not a big deal. It’s just one person.” He waved you off. “Anyway, what do you want to watch tonight?”

“Don’t you brush me off.” You glowered at him. “You’re lucky I didn’t snitch to Ben. I think I at least deserve to know what happened.”

“Hey, don’t forget the code you ding bat.” He warned.

“Which one.” You raised an eyebrow. “The no eating each other’s leftovers code? Or the no going into each others rooms code.”

“The no snitching code.” He flicked you. “I think this situation applies.”

She stood up quickly, flicking him back. “No no no, we made that code if the IMPOSSIBLE case of you getting a girlfriend ever came true. That does not apply.”

“I think it does.”

“It really doesn’t.”

“Well, are you gonna tell him?” He asked, standing up quietly. “Come on, I’ve kept all of your secrets! Remember?” He snapped his fingers with a grin. “I’m sure that Ben would love to know about your hacking hobby.”

You got up off your bed to, nearly fuming. “I only used that once!”

“Yeah! At the end of the semester when all your grades slipped!”

You sighed and crossed your arms. “You really won’t tell me?”

He shrugged. “Already did. Not really sure what else you want from me.”

You were getting sick of glaring at your lanky brother. Even one of the muscles in your forehead was twitching. “Fine.” You resigned. “I guess I’ll just believe you got those bruises from skateboarding.”

“That’s a good little sissy.” He patted your head.

You rolled your eyes but said nothing.

You worried about him.

You really did.

Your prime suspect was Flash.

You’d love to just beat the crap out of him. But he was a junior in highschool. You were only in 8th grade. There wasn’t much you could do to stop him from doing whatever he was doing to your brother.

“C’mon,” he grabbed your arm and pulled you down the hallway. “If we hurry we can catch May before she makes her meatloaf and beg her to take us out to eat.”

You stored away your worries and followed after him quickly. “Only if we can get Thai!”

“No we’re getting pizza!” He argued back.

“Thai!” You tried to dodge him but he kept getting in your way.

“Pizza!”

“How about Aunt Mays meatloaf?” Your exasperated aunt shouted from downstairs.

The two of you were silent.

“This is your fault.”

“Is not!”

Any thoughts of what Peter might be hiding was gone, replaced by the need to beat him to Ben so you could beg for Thai food.

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“Peter!” You shouted from your room, the sound of your approaching footsteps just as loud as your voice.

He covered his ears, senses going off wildly. “The hell is it you need!” He placed his head on his desk with a groan. First he had to readjust his web formula and now you were screeching at him.

You jumped onto his bed quickly, standing a good five feet above him. “HOW DOES HE DO IT! HE’S DEFYING EVERY LAW OF PHYSICS!”

He waited a second. Maybe you would explain.

You breathed heavily, waiting for him to find some explanation as well.

“Who are you..?”

“SPIDER-MAN!” You shouted, holding up a printed picture you’d cut out of a newspaper. “How? How does he stick to walls? A-and use webs? DO THEY COME OUT OF HIM?!” You turned away and examined the picture with frustration. “It’s makes no sense!”

Peter quickly shoved the web fluid into his desk drawer and cleared his throat. “Oh. Um. Spider-Man? I-I don’t know I haven’t thought much about him. He’s… he’s that hero guy… right?”

You sat down on his bed, swinging your feet. “Some would prefer the term vigilante. Or criminal. But he’s defying everything we know about what’s possible!” You squinted at the picture again. “Maybe the secrets in his suit? It can’t be suction cups… or magnets…”

Peter eyed where one of his suits gloves was poking out of his dirty laundry pile. “I don’t know man. Don’t believe everything you see in the media. Maybe he’s not even real?”

He hated denying his existence as a hero but you were an intelligent AND very nosy person.

You snorted. “Normally I’d agree. But dude, my friend SAW him yesterday! He stopped a bus!”

Damn he forgot to account for eye witnesses.

“Well maybe he can stick to things cause he doesn’t wash his hands. Like someone else I know. Speaking of, stop fiddling with my hoodie strings.” He snatched the red fabric away from you. “You know I hate getting crap on my stuff.”

You held your your hands in mock surrender. “I wash my hands! And at least I know when to put on deodorant!” You stuck your tongue out at him and went back to the picture.

“I wonder who he is.” You wondered.

Peter swiveled his chair back to his scratch paper and hummed in agreement. “Who knows, maybe Spider-Man is a she. Or a they/them. You don’t know.”

“But they go by Spider-Man!”

“Hey, maybe it’s a trick to keep their real identity a secret! Have you ever heard Spider-Man talk?”

You thought a bit longer. “No not really. Then again, Spider-Man’s a new hero so maybe there hasn’t really been a chance to.”

Maybe Spider-Man was smarter than you thought.

Peter glanced at you from the corner of his eye. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re kind of impressed with him.” He knew he was getting bold. But if you ever found out he would HAVE to show this in your face. “Maybe even look up to him a bit?”

You snorted. “What? No.” You looked at the picture a little longer. “Well, I guess it does take a genius to make a suit like that. And he does a pretty good job at keeping the city safe.” You stood up and shrugged. “Huh, I guess I do.”

He internally screamed triumphantly. If he ever told you… wow would you eat your words pretty fast.

“Well if you don’t mind, could you go analyze your new hero somewhere else? I have homework.”

For once you actually listened to him and began to walk out of his room, still entranced with the picture. “I wish I were like him.” You mumbled.

He sat up. “Wait what?”

“Nothing.” You waved him off. “Go do your homework.” You rounded the corner and shouted back, “and you still have a bruise on your cheek!”

Damn it.

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“Ok, you two, calm down. This is a store, not a zoo.” May scolded as you bickered with your brother. “I need you to get bacon, cheese, eggs, and two gallons of two percent milk. Got it?”

“We don’t need any bacon, we got some right here.” Peter stated, giving you a side eye.

“Ha ha.” You glared at him.

“Get it? I was calling you a pi-.”

“-a pig. I get it.” You rolled your eyes. “That was awfully CHEESEy of you.”

“At least im not using TWO PERCENT of my brain cells-!”

Aunt May clapped her hands. “Hey, focus! Eggs, bacon, milk, cheese. Got it?”

The two of you nodded as Peter grabbed a shopping cart. “Can we each pick out something as well?”

“As a reward for being so helpful?” You finished for him.

She sighed, and pulled out her wallet. “Something small, ok?” She negotiated as she handed each of you five dollars. “And this is only cause Christmas is coming up. So this is an early gift.”

“Understood.” You grinned. “Peter can I push the cart?”

“What? No!” He gripped the bar a bit harder, a sly smirk on his face. “I’m older. I get it.”

“That’s not fair! I asked first!”

“Not nice enough!”

“It doesn’t need to be NICE!”

“Yes it does.”

“No!”

“I’m not hearing a pleaseeeee.” He leaned down, hand cupping his ear.

“Ughhhh.” You groaned. “Peterrrr.”

“Tell you what, how about you ride IN the cart?”

“What no I want to drive it- AH!”

He picked you up quickly and shoved you in. “Perfect! All the other kids are doing it!” He pointed at a toddler in the other aisle, exactly in your predicament. “Don’t you want to be cool? Like them?”

May snapped her fingers to gain Peters attention. “I’m asking the BOTH of you if you understand.”

Peter nodded. “Understood.”

“And stay with your sister.” She ordered.

“May why would you condemn me to that?!” You groaned, attempting to climb out.

“She won’t leave my sight for a second.” Peter nodded with a laugh. He pushed the cart, causing you to fall back in. “Off we go!”

You sighed and gave up. Might as well enjoy not having to use your legs right?

You and Peter browsed the store, on the look out for any trinket or snack you could snag.

After about ten minutes and a close encounter to a head on collision with another cart, you found what you wanted.

“Hey hey hey stop here!” You ordered, pulling on peters sleeve. “I found it!”

He raised an eyebrow and did as asked. “These are the posters. Aren’t you going to look for something… tech-y?”

You rummaged through the rolled up posters until you found the right one. “No, I have exactly what I need.” You sat back down and gestured for him to continue.

He did so skeptically. “Well what is it?”

“A Spider-Man poster.” You admitted. “I was thinking… maybe I could be like him one day? If I really tried. I could design my own suit! Who knows maybe if I got lucky enough he’d want to work with me. Now move faster.”

Peter snorted at the irony but did so anyway. “You’re such a weirdo.”

“At least I’m not crushing on a girl I’ll never get with.” You narrowed your eyes at him playfully. “What’s her name again? Gertrude? Gerri? Gwanda?”

“It’s Gwen, actually. And she and I have been getting along-“ he jerked the shopping cart to a rough stop, slamming you into the wall of the cart- “-splendidly.”

“Ow!” You whacked him with the poster. “Are you trying to get me killed?”

He snorted and continued on. “Maybe. But I-.”

The rest of his argument was cut off by sirens. The two of you turned and saw police cars speeding by.

He tapped the cart bar anxiously. “Hey, I’m gonna… I’m gonna go find May. Make sure she’s ok. J-just stay here alright?”

You stood up as he ran down the aisle. “Wait, you’re supposed to stay here!”

He was gone.

———

You, Ben, and May sat around the table, watching the clock.

Peter wasn’t back yet.

You knew he was getting busier and busier. But he’s just run out of the store! And he left you! He didn’t answer his phone or anything!

You didn’t mean to break the code of no snitching, but you were worried. He’s already gotten in a fight or two this school year. And he would always disappear. And those bruises… you couldn’t help it.

You told May and Ben.

“It’s been nearly five hours.” Ben tapped the table worriedly, a trait both you and Peter had picked up. “Damn it where is he.”

Just then, Peter opened the door. “Hey everyone.” He greeted tiredly. “Sorry I was out helping my friend with some homework.” He walked over to the fridge calmly and opened it, squinting at what was inside. “Man we really don’t have anything do we?”

“That’s because you left before the grocery shopping got finished.” Ben stood up, crossing his arms. “Where the hell did you go.”

Peter pointed to his left. “I was just helping a friend with-.”

“I heard the excuse. Now I want to know what you were really doing.” He stopped him immediately. “And I want to know what the hell has been going on with you.”

“What do you mean?” He asked quietly.

“I mean the fighting. Being absent! And your sister told us plenty about the bruises.”

Peters expression hardened immediately. “You broke the code?” He asked quietly. “Are you kidding me?”

“I’m sorry! We didn’t know where you were!” You stood up from the table, tears in your eyes. “You we’re gone a-and you weren’t answering your phone-!”

“No don’t apologize.” Ben ordered. “You did the right thing. And as for you.” He pointed angrily at your brother. “You left her alone in a store in New York. You made your aunt worry sick! You want to know why there’s barely anything in the fridge? They dropped everything to find you. Now we don’t have any bacon, any eggs, and no milk or cheese.”

Peter finally looked away from you.

You felt immensely guilty. But… he was back now. And he was safe. Everything would be fine again.

“Fine. I’ll go back and get the rest of the groceries.” He mumbled and turned around, grabbing his wallet off the counter.

“Peter come back!” May asked, following him. “It’s dark out!”

“I’ll be back quick.” He muttered, shutting the door.

There was a moment of silence before your uncle Ben pulled his coat off the hanger. “I’m going after him. Don’t worry. I’ll bring him back.”

May sat down, too worried to stand.

“I’m coming to.” You stated, running after Ben as he opened the door. “And,” you started before he could tell you no, “you need to have someone with a phone on them. Yours is dead, remember?”

He sighed. He didn’t have time to argue. Besides, you had a point. “Alright. Let’s hurry.”

——-

Peter was nowhere to be seen.

While you and Ben checked all the stores you’d called all of his friends to see if he happened to be at any of their houses.

He wasn’t.

“What are we gonna do?” You mumbled, picking at the skin on your thumb. “What if he ran away? What if he hates me? What if he’s involved with a-a gang or something?” Tears we’re starting to run down your face quickly. “What if we never see him again.”

“You’re gonna run yourself down with all that worrying.” He cast and arm over your shoulder as he peered down one of the ally ways. “Peter could never hate you.”

“He very well could!” You retorted. “He’s very capable.”

“He’s capable of being mad, I agree. But,” he squeezed your shoulder, “he would never hate you. He loves you too much.”

You sniffed and asked quietly, “Do you think we’re gonna find him?”

“I’m sure.” He answered. “And after this we’ll turn on a movie. You and Peter can bicker to your hearts content.”

You have a small smile. “Until May tells us to stop.”

“Until May tells you to stop.” He agreed.

Finally, you spotted somebody walking down the street.

He was tall.

Brown hair poked out from underneath his hood.

He was built like a string bean.

It had to be him.

You turned to point him put to uncle Ben only to run face first into a stranger. “Ow what the hell?!” You shouted, glaring at the dirty blond man.

Your anger rose…

Until you saw the gun in his hand, bag of money firmly secured in the other.

It was as if time froze.

Spider-Man.

He would help.

He was a hero.

He did this everyday.

Surely he would be out now.

In less than a second you were pushed out of the way.

You hit the ground hard.

Dizzy…

You were incredibly dizzy.

And your head began to hurt like crazy.

But you sat up anyway.

Then a gunshot went off.

Your ears were ringing.

You reached out to whoever it was you saw running away, desperate to stop them.

It was the man with the gun.

You gripped him by his coat pocket until he ripped away.

You landed back on the pavement.

Ben.

Ben.

Ben!

You turned quickly, heart jumping when you saw him laying on the ground, back to you.

“BEN!” You shouted and raced over.

You shook his shoulder and tried to turn him to face you. “BEN PLEASE!”

He wasn’t answering.

Everything was ringing.

He was gone.

You knew it.

You knew he was.

But he had just been there.

He was just there.

“Ben..” you choked, unable to breathe. “Please. Please please please please. Don’t. D-dont. P-plea-please don’t.”

Someone was next to you.

“Ben?” He asked, voice thick.

Peter.

“Pete… I…” you couldn’t even finish. “I thought Spider-Man would… I didn’t know…. Where… where were you? Where was… where was he? How…”

Peters eyes were stuck on Ben’s. “He’s… he’s dead.”

“Peter, please.” You begged, tears falling down your face. “I didn’t- I tried..!”

He shoved you away. “Why didn’t you do anything?! You just stood there!”

You began to sob even harder. “I thought Spider-Man would help us! I thought-!”

“How are you this stupid?!” He screamed, grasping for Bens hand. “Why would you fucking believe that Spider-Man could help?! Why didn’t you help him?! You were here! He wasn’t!”

Both of you were crying now.

And there was a crowd of people.

A flurry of scared voices.

And through all of it you could only hear Peter whispering to your uncles unmoving face.

“It shouldn’t have been you.” He muttered between sobs, shuddering.

——-

Pete wasn’t the same since.

None of you were.

May was… quieter.

The house was colder.

And Peter….

He didn’t talk to you anymore.

His door was always closed.

And when it was open he was never in his room.

And in those brief moments where you saw him, you saw the bruises to.

But he never asked you to help.

He never even looked at you anymore.

You knew why.

He blamed you.

He was right to.

It was your fault.

You shouldn’t have believed in a hero.

You should have stopped him.

Or at least kept Ben from dying.

All the posters of Spider-Man were torn from your walls. All the figurines, posters, newspapers. Everything.

Instead, there was something new.

There was only one thing that would make Peter happy. One thing that would make YOU happy.

Revenge.

#spiderman nwh #nwh trailer #no way home fanfic #no way home #spiderman #spider man x reader #sister #the amazing spider man #andrew!peter x reader #andrew garfield #tasm x reader #tasm!peter x you #tasm fanfiction

[hakasims]

The Most Important Review of Every Single Marwan Kenzari Film

If you’ve seen this one about Luca, you know the drill.

Now, Marwan’s brand is a little less defined than Luca’s but I managed to find similar tropes in a lot of his films. Also, rather than copy myself and give you a redundant Marwanmeter, I decided instead to recommend which Luca character best pairs with each Marwan character for your crossover pleasure. Let’s see if we ship the same things! Some of them are crack. You’re welcome.

(all gifs again by the awesomely amazing @weardes​ who did not ask to be my gif factory but life’s a bitch)

Het zusje van Katia (2008)

Will you miss him if you blink? Kinda. They talk about him a lot but his actual screen time is like 43.7 seconds. Also can I just say... he’s supposed to be from Italy?? The boy says literally one (1) Italian word, and you’ll never guess what it is. (Obviously, it’s “bella” like there’s a chance he could’ve said anything else.)

Is he hot? Painfully hot.

Is he naked? There’s this one scene where he’s wearing the sluttiest pair of speedos I’ve ever seen in my entire life.

Does his hair look great? Actually, yes. Perfect hair, perfect beard, he looks amazing.

Does he fuck? Yes, a lot - off screen, including an M/M/F threesome he presumably, probably, most definitely initiated.

Best paired with? From what I’ve gathered, this hoe ain’t loyal, so the best course of action is to find him a Luca that would benefit from a one night stand with no strings attached and wouldn’t fall in love with him. The obvious choice here is Valerio from Slam - Tutto per una ragazza. They meet, they fuck, then Giac makes his 4-hour drive back to Pisa, and they don’t see each other again until the next time he’s in Rome. Everybody’s happy, especially the two sluts in question.

De laatste dagen van Emma Blank (2009)

Will you miss him if you blink? Yes, absolutely.

Is he hot? Very.

Is he naked? Almost constantly.

Does his hair look great? He’s got those cute short curls, he looks so good.

Does he fuck? That’s literally why he’s there: to fuck and to die.

Best paired with? Man, I wish I had something to work with here. The only thing we know about him besides his sexual prowess is his affinity for white suits and toy helicopters. And as far as I know, those might be the exact things Fabrizio from Nina finds hot in guys. So like, why not?

Loft (2010)

Will you miss him if you blink? He’s the fifth most important character.

Is he hot? Yeah, sure.

Is he naked? There’s a scene where he’s wearing underwear and a tank top but it somehow makes him look like a kindergartener.

Does his hair look great? It looks quite nice.

Does he fuck? Yes, though I wish he didn’t.

Best paired with? Tom is a very violent person and a drug addict. He does messed up stuff to his sexual partners I’d rather he didn’t do to any of Luca’s characters. Feel free to use him for your sadistic fantasies or as a villain or whatever.

Rabat (2011)

Will you miss him if you blink? No, he’s one of the three leads.

Is he hot? Oh yes! And cute!

Is he naked? He’s at the beach wearing nothing but boxer shorts.

Does his hair look great? He’s got this extreme undercut thing that would look ridiculous on anyone less pretty, so like no, he doesn’t have great hair, but also like it’s Marwan, you know what I mean?

Does he fuck? Before he embarks on a road trip with his friends, he has an offscreen threesome with two girls he picked up at a wedding. Slut.

Best paired with? Gabriele from Waves. They’re both sweet guys who could meet in some Tunisian port and decide to sail the Mediterranean Sea together.

Black Out (2012)

Will you miss him if you blink? Not unless your blinking is very deliberate.

Is he hot? Not really. He’s a dirty cop with a shitty moustache and oral fixation.

Is he naked? No, but I wish he was: his clothes are awful. Marwan is 29 in this movie and he looks 50!

Does his hair look great? Nope. They took Marwan’s usual short hair and made it not work somehow.

Does he fuck? No.

Best paired with? The one thing Luca’s characters all have in common is that none of them come off as bootlickers. All of them are either too soft for such a relationship or wouldn’t waste their spit on a cop.

Wolf (2013)

Will you miss him if you blink? No, he’s the protagonist.

Is he hot? *gestures wildly at the gif*

Is he naked? He’s got quite a few shirtless scenes.

Does his hair look great? It’s nothing special but suits his character well.

Does he fuck? Oh yes.

Best paired with? Hear me out. I know that some people ship him with Fabio, but in my opinion that pair, while hot, doesn’t work. Here’s my pitch: Cesare from Non essere cattivo. The drug connection is still there, but in this case Majid’s problem-solving skills won’t fall on deaf ears. Cesare needs a daddy, ok? Majid can be a daddy when he needs to, especially when he has a soft boyfriend to care for. And Majid needs soft, not psycho.

Hartenstraat (2014)

Will you miss him if you blink? No, he’s the protagonist once again.

Is he hot? Painfully.

Is he naked? There’s that iconic scene where he’s wearing nothing but black boxer briefs and boots while carrying a tray...

Does his hair look great? He’s got Joe-like curls and looks like what every male romantic lead should aspire to look like and then cry because they all fail.

Does he fuck? There’s one very unfortunate sex scene played for laughs. I’m pretty sure he’ll need therapy afterwards. I certainly do.

Best paired with? Paolo from Il padre d’Italia. Paolo deserves the best boyfriend, and who’s better than Daan, an extremely hot man who cooks? They both have daughters, so they can talk about that, I guess, and Paolo can finally have a family. Honestly, this is so wholesome I just made myself cry.

Lucia de B. (2014)

Will you miss him if you blink? For sure.

Is he hot? He’s a cop. Again. But he looks good.

Is he naked? Fully dressed, but man are his clothes ugly. Is that a cop thing?

Does his hair look great? He has slightly longer curls, which is fine and the best thing about this character.

Does he fuck? ACAB. (I know this doesn’t answer the question, I just wanted to make it clear.)

Best paired with? See my bootlicker comment from earlier. While Detective *checks notes* Ron Leeflang isn’t explicitly corrupt, he’s obviously a dick, so the best I can do here is recommend any Luca character that has ever been in trouble with the law for any fics about power imbalance you want to write but aren’t comfortable with a nice Marwan playing the villain.

Bloedlink (2014)

Will you miss him if you blink? Oh no, he’s there the entire time.

Is he hot? In a weird way, yes.

Is he naked? So, so, so naked. Like, leave nothing to the imagination naked.

Does his hair look great? I’d say that little rat tail is the exact opposite of great.

Does he fuck? Probably more than is good for him. I should also add that he’s canonically queer in this.

Best paired with? Rico is a pathetic loser in need of someone who’s got his life together and has a lot of experience dealing with fuckups. Enter Loris from Il mondo fino in fondo. He has a stable job and a savior complex, and with his little bro gaying it up in Chile and not needing him anymore, all he wants right now is someone to fix. I should be a fucking matchmaker in real life, for real.

Pak van mijn hart (2014)

Will you miss him if you blink? Undoubtedly.

Is he hot? No. The whole point of his character is to be the lesser choice compared to a guy who looks like a completely ordinary bland white dude...

Is he naked? ...so of course he isn’t naked! What, are they gonna take this poor woman, show her Marwan Kenzari’s post-Wolf body and expect her to choose her deeply mediocre ex? Please! They’re gonna dress him in the dorkiest clothes possible...

Does his hair look great? ...and make him wear the most awful wig that was clearly run over by a truck.

Does he fuck? No. As you can observe, they tried really hard to make him unfuckable, but honestly, he seems like a perfectly nice guy.

Best paired with? You know what? Mattia from La solitudine dei numeri primi is in desperate need of some sweetness and normalcy. I’m sure Richard will treat him with kindness and respect.

Collide (2016)

Will you miss him if you blink? He’s the fifth most important character. Out of five.

Is he hot? Very hot.

Is he naked? Not for a second! What’s up with American movies where people aren’t just casually walking around naked without any plot necessity???

Does his hair look great? His curls are so cute you guys! Look at them!

Does he fuck? Not explicitly.

Best paired with? Fabio from Lo chiamavano Jeeg Robot. Again, the drug connection is there, but Matthias is soft enough not to butt heads with Fabio and, by the end of the movie, rich enough to satisfy his cravings for good living and fame. Also look at how good their color coordination is with those dark wine red clothes! Sometimes planets just align, okay?

Ben-Hur (2016)

Will you miss him if you blink? Yes, especially if you aren’t watching the background.

Is he hot? Your usual Marwan hot.

Is he naked? No.

Does his hair look great? His typical short curls with a twist. I think the forehead area is supposed to invoke the Caesar cut? I don’t know. It looks fine when not hidden under that dumb helmet.

Does he fuck? No.

Best paired with? A better script and a much better director. (Seriously, what is this blocking?)

The Promise (2016)

Will you miss him if you blink? He’s there a decent amount in the first half of the movie and then almost completely disappears in the second half.

Is he hot? Very much, yes.

Is he naked? Unfortunately, no.

Does his hair look great? He’s got short curls again, but this time they’re fashionably styled, it’s magnificent.

Does he fuck? Oh yeah! And there’s no way he isn’t bi or pan in this. No way.

Best paired with? Roberta from L’ultimo terrestre. Listen, Emre Ogan may be a slut but he’s a gentleman, okay? He’d treat Roberta right and he’s got daddy’s cash to spare on hundreds of gorgeous white dresses for her.

The Mummy (2017)

Will you miss him if you blink? He’s there, but barely.

Is he hot? Dangerously hot.

Is he naked? Not once! Instead we get a naked Tom Cruise literally no one asked for.

Does his hair look great? It’s your basic professional short hairdo.

Does he fuck? No.

Best paired with? Malik is a member of an organization tracking and destroying various monsters and historical artefacts related to them. Guido from Tutti i santi giorni speaks four languages, including Latin, and is a literature and ancient history nerd which makes him a valuable asset. Malik can fight and protect; Guido is bumbling and in need of saving. Guys, this writes itself.

What Happened to Monday (2017)

Will you miss him if you blink? No, especially not in the third act.

Is he hot? He’s okay.

Is he naked? Very naked.

Does his hair look great? They shouldn’t have greased his curls back. He looks like another victim of Fabio Cannizzaro’s stylist. Also I wish he’d either shaved or finished growing out that beard.

Does he fuck? He fucks and he fucks good. He’ll go down on you, he’ll deflower you slowly and gently, he’ll choke you if you want him to, he’ll spoon you all night, he’ll give you emotional support, he’ll murder people for you - he’s down for whatever.

Best paired with? There’s one Luca character who needs a lot of sex and even more emotional support. Alright, most of them do, but I’m thinking of Ettore from Lasciate andare. He needs it, okay? Good dicking, good spooning, a good ear, a fine piece of ass to cry into - you get the gist. Most importantly: someone who’d love him for who he is and with whom he could relax and be himself. (Also, I see you, people comparing him to Fabio. Shame on you for sleeping on this soft boy and judging him based on his appearance.)

Murder on the Orient Express (2017)

Will you miss him if you blink? He’s kinda always present, being very French.

Is he hot? Very hot.

Is he naked? No, but I’m willing to forgive that because he looks so good in his conductor uniform.

Does his hair look great? He never takes off his hat.

Does he fuck? No.

Best paired with? Mickey Miranda. They’re both murderers morally dubious characters who would look hot together. What else do you need? (Again, I see you, people who want Pierre for Roberta because he’s a “nice guy”, and I know for a fact you didn’t watch the movie. Spoilers, I guess.)

The Angel (2018)

Will you miss him if you blink? No, he’s the protagonist.

Is he hot? Oh yes.

Is he naked? Not once, but you won’t regret it because he’s wearing excellently stylish 1970s clothes.

Does his hair look great? It looks fantastic. The sideburns (not yet seen here) are a good touch.

Does he fuck? He can definitely get it, but he’s loyal to his wife.

Best paired with? As the most aesthetically coherent and fashionably hot pair in this post, Ashraf and Primo are a no-brainer. Can you imagine Primo calling him “Angel” in different contexts? When he’s being intimidating, not realizing how palpable the sexual tension between them is, and later not even hiding his arousal? Sometimes things just work because they’re hot. That’s all, folks.

Aladdin (2019)

Will you miss him if you blink? No, he’s the main villain.

Is he hot? It’s not like he went viral for being the “hot Jafar” or anything.

Is he naked? No! Fucking thanks a lot, Disney.

Does his hair look great? He has a buzz cut under that turban but he looks good in the turban, so that’s something.

Does he fuck? It’s a Disney movie, so he doesn’t fuck - explicitly or otherwise - but he still comes off as a thirsty bitch.

Best paired with? Jafar ends the movie as a genie who’s obligated to grant his master three wishes but is enough of a petty bitch to exploit the hell out of the “gray area” and screw them over Wishmaster style. My unconventional pair for him is Lui from Ricordi? So many scenarios with distorted memories and magic-induced mindfuck. So many possibilities for awesome and messed up crossover gifsets! Don’t say I never give you guys anything.

Instinct (2019)

Will you miss him if you blink? No, he’s very prominent.

Is he hot? I hate myself for finding him hot but I do.

Is he naked? He’s playing basketball shirtless in one scene, shaking his sweaty boobs everywhere.

Does his hair look great? His weird mohawk-like thing is honestly terrible, but if anything can make it work, it’s Marwan’s bone structure.

Does he fuck? Um, I’m pleading the Fifth on this one for the sake of good taste.

Best paired with? Prison. A very lonely, Luca-less prison.

The Old Guard (2020)

Will you miss him if you blink? No, unless blinking in your case means sleeping through the gloriousness that is the first ever canonically gay couple in an American action film.

Is he hot? Painfully.

Is he naked? Shirtless in one scene.

Does his hair look great? Soft curls courtesy of Luca Marinelli’s tireless lobbying.

Does he fuck? Not on screen, but you can just tell by the way he looks at his husband and reads impromptu poetry right to his face. And everybody knows nothing kindles the fires of passion quite like murdering homophobes together.

Best paired with? If you have to ask, you’re clearly reading this by mistake. In which case, kudos for finishing such a long and confusing post, now go watch The Old Guard and cry at the beauty that is The Immortal Marriage.

#marwan kenzari #luca marinelli #the old guard #and other movies #i'm lazy #immortal husbands #and their parallel versions i guess #crossover ships galore

[tessiete]

Prompt: "Please don’t regret me." You know what I want.

Oh, I tried! I tried to get them to dance, but I could only fit in so many of your tropes. So have bodyguard, party, fancy dress, declarations of love Obitine, with Satine whump! I hope you enjoy, my love!

(And yes, I'm still filling prompts. I love you all, I'm just REAL SLOW!!!)

DEEPER THAN THE SEA

Despite the best efforts - on both their parts - the evening had passed quite pleasantly.

The food had been good (though too many dishes included hoi for his taste), and the wine had been plentiful (though she’d found it too sweet to tempt her), and the dance floor had been packed all night, though neither of them had condescended to partake.

While the Duchess Satine played the socialite, skirting the edges of the room to flatter this senator and that, doing her best to keep her tongue in check and her temper mild, Obi-Wan Kenobi had been at work securing the venue from any would-be assassins. The threat had been commed in to the Senate nearly a week ago, which, in Kenobi’s eyes, was plenty of time to reschedule or cancel the event. But Satine would not hear of it.

“It is not the Council’s decision whether or not a senator may host her own charity ball, and it is not your duty to censure me for it. If I knew you were so fascinated by the intricacies of my schedule, I might have simply offered you a ticket. As it is, you’re welcome to come stand guard by the door.”

He’d rolled his eyes as she’d turned her back, and sighed. “How long?”

“All night, if you wish.”

“I meant how long is the event?”

She’d stopped, and faced him, the slope of her neck a smooth, unbroken line, the skin there pale and soft, aching for a touch. He’d kept his eyes resolutely on her face, and his hands tucked in his sleeves.

“As I said, my dear Jedi,” she’d said, eyebrow raised. “It shall last as long as you wish.”

She was absolutely infuriating.

And so it was Obi-Wan found himself playing bodyguard while the duchess laughed and teased. The only small consolation was that he was fully justified in spending the evening staring at her - in fact, it was his duty. It shouldn’t have been a hardship. After all, it had been years since he’d had the privilege of being assigned a mission he might complete in perfect comfort. He wasn’t cold, or tired, or injured. He wasn’t being shot at, or pursued by droids or Sith. The only thing he had to worry about was being distracted by the hem of her dress, and the swirl of her skirts, and her bright laugh, and claricrystalline gaze. And every so often, from across the hall, the crowd would shift, and she would turn, and he’d catch her looking back.

Agony.

He should have insisted that Mace accept the assignment, but when he’d questioned him in Council Chambers, his friend had only smirked. “We saved it for you,” he said.

Hours pass, and Obi-Wan stares, and no one comes to kill Satine. At half past one, when the more modest guests begin to retire, he allows himself a brief moment of indulgence and grabs a glass of frizz from a passing server. He throws it back, and grimaces as the alcohol runs over his tongue and cools the back of his throat. Satine was right. It is too sweet.

As if summoned by thought, she appears at his elbow, sidling closer until their shoulders touch, and she can nudge him out of his disappointment.

“Still alive?” she asks.

He sets the glass aside, and shrugs. “As far as I can tell.”

“Well,” she says, taking a sip from her own glass. “You’re welcome to check more thoroughly if it would let you rest easier.”

“Am I?” he asks, and for a second - for the length of time it takes for the words to slide over his lips - he is uncertain whether he is meaning to rebuff her, or if he wants for reassurance.

She must hear that uncertainty, too, because she looks at him full in the face, her brow drawing close and a quizzical look of concern falling over her.

“Do you want to?” she asks.

And in his brief, foolish, selfish moment of consideration, the assassin strikes.

He doesn’t realise it at first, and neither does she. All he sees is her mouth open, her red lips wet with wine, and her breast lifting as she gasps out an exquisite little exclamation of shock. All he hears is her indrawn breath, and the high chime of glass as it shatters against the ground. All he feels is the heat of her body as she stumbles, then reaches for him, then falls into his arms.

“Satine! Satine!” he calls, and as he slips his hand beneath her neck to cradle her head, he feels the hard carapace of some strange creature lodged into the skin there.

She whines as his hand rakes over it, and cries out when, with a sharp tug he rips it out of her flesh. It is no creature at all, but a metal dart fired from the barrel of some airgun, based on the way it is fletched, and the silence of the attack. The body of the dart is empty, it’s poison delivered, and there is not enough of it remaining to determine what it is without a toxicology droid. In his arms, Satine gasps and writhes. Her arms come up to grip at his shoulders, and he throws the dart aside. They don’t have time to wait.

“Obi-Wan,” she gasps, her eyes dark with fear. “Ben, Ben, I can’t breathe.”

“Hush,” he says, doing his best to keep his own terror from rising up, and sweeping him away like the swollen tides of Kamino. “You can. You can.”

He looks around, frantic to find some sign of her attacker as they flee the scene, but instead the room is a whirling mass of horrified bodies, rushing to and fro as the situation becomes clear. Someone screams. A window breaks. Satine’s muscles seize, and she cries out as her spine arches and her limbs go stiff and crooked like kindling. Obi-Wan holds her closer, not restraining her but supporting her body as it balks at the presence of a foreign invader in her veins. He runs a hand through her hair, and whispers to her until the fit passes, leaving her gasping and weeping.

“I need to get help,” he says.

“No,” she protests, gripping his sleeve in desperate fingers. “Don’t leave me, please don’t leave me.”

He grits his teeth, and nods his head, unable to deny her anything. “Alright,” he says. “I won’t.”

Instead, he hits the emergency signal on his personal comlink, knowing that it will summon whichever Council member is closest. Mace is the one to answer, his voice breaking through the din of chaos with the promise of salvation.

“Obi-Wan, are you alright? Your com activated -”

“It’s Satine,” he says, not bothering with the little civilities of conversational etiquette. He interrupts and he doesn’t care. He doesn’t care that he speaks her name with no title. “She’s been poisoned. I don’t know what, but she needs - she needs -”

She screams again, her agony dissolving into a whimper, pulling Obi-Wan’s attention. He presses his forehead to hers, and begs her to hold on. She quiets in his embrace, and he’s not sure if it is exhaustion, or his words which have brought her relief, but in the stillness, an idea comes to him. A dangerous one. Mace can feel the shift, even through the mechanical impulses of the tinny comm.

“Obi-Wan,” barks Mace. “I’m on my way. Don’t do anything stupid.”

“I’m going to do a purge,” he says, and he ends the call. He moves from out beneath her, settling her body gently on the floor.

The movement is enough to stir her from whatever stupor claws at her, and her lashes flutter as she tries to bring him into focus.

“Are you leaving?” she whispers, and the resignation in her voice nearly breaks him.

“No,” he says, choking on the word, choking on his own guilt. “No, I’m not. I won’t.”

He presses his forehead to hers, and holds her face between his palms, but she doesn’t seem to hear him. She sighs, her eyes closing again, her fingers twitching at her side, her hands loose and empty.

“I knew you would,” she says. “I knew you’d have to. I wanted you to.”

“I know.”

“I loved you,” she says, so softly that it is carried to him only on her breath, fluttering against the hair by his ear, turning and glittering like leaves in the wind. “Please just don’t regret me.”

He feels like dying. He feels like a hand has forced itself, elbow deep down his throat, knocking at his teeth to grip his heart in a tight fist, and tear it out of him again.

“I don’t,” he swears. “I don’t. Don’t leave me. Don’t you dare.”

He begs her like she begged him, and the injustice of it lashes against him like a slaver’s whip. He knows how that feels, but this time, he can act. This time, he has the Force. He lays her down - just for a moment - so that he may reach into his boot and withdraw the Vespari blade that Qui-Gon once gave him. The knife is sharp. He has always kept it so, though he has rarely had occasion to use it, and it parts the flesh of his palm as though undoing a seam. There is almost no pain as blood begins to well, spilling over his hand and down his wrist. He has to cut deep.

Then he takes her hand, and does the same.

“I’m sorry,” he says. “This will help.”

He wipes the blade on the edge of his tabard, and tucks it back into his heel, using the ritual of care as an opportunity to centre himself for what he is about to do. But he finds he doesn’t need it. He is calm. His heart has stopped its frantic race, settling into a steady pulse. His lungs don’t ache with the need to take in air. He is not lightheaded, or panicked. He is ready. He is resolved.

He takes her bleeding hand in his, and presses the seam of their flesh together so that their blood mingles, and their heartbeats meet. Then, he closes his eyes, and reaches into the Force.

The concept is simple. As a young knight, his master had taught him a technique to purge toxins from his system. It was not perfect, and relied heavily on the user’s ability to manipulate the Living Force into identifying and binding to the poisonous substance to prevent its absorption into the body. It became infinitely more difficult when the poison was already in the bloodstream. It became impossible when it was in the bloodstream of somebody else.

Satine is Force null. She can neither feel its strength, nor guide its flow. But that does not mean she isn’t touched by it. The Force lives in all things. Obi-Wan knows this. Obi-Wan sees this. And he hopes that by exposing his own blood to hers, by bringing them both into such intimate contact he can follow the line of his body directly into hers, and seek out the poison that way. He opens himself completely, unaware of anyone or anything around him. He feels the heat of a cosmic wind through his hair, though he is so far gone that he has no hair to stroke, no skin to touch, no body at all to feel - except blood. He grounds himself in the flow of his veins, and stitches it to the flow of hers. He feels the Force and imagines its infinite currents as his own, until he is gone, and she is gone, and the Force and the Light is all that remains, burning away everything, even the poison.

And everything goes dark.

He wakes a week later, alone in his quarters. There is a cup of hot, but badly brewed tea by his bed that could be from none other than Anakin. He can feel the concerned furling of his presence looped around the handle of the mug, and creeping along the floor, and only he could have anticipated his awakening so precisely, but he is no longer nearby. His saber lies reverently beside it. His cloak hangs over a chair, and his boots sit upright and polished beside it. But he is on his own. There are no dancing senators, no screaming politicians. No assassins, or broken crystal, or tears. There is no Satine, and he throws back the covers, frantic to see her once again. To know that she lives, to know that she is fine, even if she is without him.

The door to his room slides open at his approach, and he races into the front room on bare and clumsy feet. There, resting elegantly at the centre of a low table sits a modest bouquet of Mandalorian Peace Lilies, beside it, a note scrawled on encrypted flimsi. At his touch, the random symbols rearrange themselves to reveal a message coded only to him.

My Knight, it says. And ever mine. Thank you for your sacrifice. Without regret - Your Lily.

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Reconciliation (Stan Uris x reader x Richie Tozier, Reddie)

I'm finally back! It's probably been a year since I posted Betrayal and shit has really hit the fan since then, but here I am a year later with part 2!

Here is a link to part 1

Warning: swearing

Aged up: 18/19

You tried to catch up with Stan as he power-walked out of the house. He stopped short when he realized his car wasn't there. "Stan" You catch his attention and he turns around. His chest rising and falling at a quick pace, "You heard everything in there?" Stan's voice was quiet, much quieter than just a minute ago. You nod and he sighs. "I'm sor-" You cut him off "Don't be" You take a step forward and bring your hand up to push some curls out of his face. He leans into your hand, not stopping himself for once. No yearning, no shouting in his head over his actions. Just the feel of your soft palm against his cheek. Stan takes a deep breath, feeling himself calm down in the wake of your touch. "Can we go somewhere?" Stan's voice barely above a whisper. "Of course."

Richie leaned back against the wall and slid down to the floor. He brushed his hands through his hair 'God I fucked up' "Man you really fucked up." Richie looked up. "Thanks, Bill your a real help." Bill put his hands up in defense. "I gotta say I really didn't see that one coming," Eddie spoke up. Bill and Mike nodded in agreement. "I mean I knew *something* was going on but holy shit I didn't think they were in love with each other," Beverly added. "We know Stanley's in love with her but is she in love with Stan? I mean she was just in a serious relationship like a week ago" "Yeah I wonder what happened to that relationship?" Ben's eyes sharp at Eddie, voice stiff and slightly viscous, "Alright! Alright!! None of that!" Mike's authoritative voice made it known he was seriously done with all the fighting. "She loves him" The group turned their heads at Richie's small voice, Ha stared down at the floor and spoke softly. "She may not be in love with him right now, but I could see it. She's falling for Stan."

Eddie looked over at Richie. A mix of emotions reached throughout the boy. He hated seeing Richie like this, but he also hated that it was about you. Mostly he hated that it was about you. He couldn't control it, no matter how much he wished that he could. What is it exactly that Richie is so mad at? Is he upset that he potentially ruined his relationship with Stan? Is he upset that Stan is in love with (Y/N) or that Stan claimed he neither loved nor cared about (Y/N)? Is Richie still in love with (Y/N)? If so is he mad that (Y/N) could be in love with Stan or that she is moving on so quickly? Eddie couldn't help but feel like he was still second to you. It's not like Richie chose to tell you. He kept telling Eddie that he would for at least 2 weeks, but then she found out in her own way. Eddie feared that maybe he was never gonna tell you. Or now that you found out does Richie regret it? 'Alright, Alright Eddie calm the fuck down! Just go talk to Richie.' "Eds?" "Yeah Rich." "I'm gonna go." Richie's tone sounded soft, defeated. It broke Eddie's heart to see him like this. "Yeah sure I'll go grab my keys-" Richie cut him off politely. "I'm just gonna walk. I think I wanna be alone right now. I'll call you later." Richie placed a hand on the back of Eddie's head pulling him close and pressing a kiss to the top of his head. "OK. Be safe please."

"Where are we going?" You ask Stan who is driving and keeping silent. "You'll see. Um, go into the glove compartment a find the clear tape." You scrunch your eyebrows together. "You been stashing things in my glove compartment, Uris?" You found a clear tape and put it into the radio. Temptation by New Order flooded in through the speakers. A smile grew on your face as you turned the volume nob up. Stan looked over at you for a second just to see your growing smile. "I made you a tape and left it in here for the next time you complain that there's nothing good on the radio." A fit of giggles came from your mouth. "Stanley Uris made me a fucking mix-tape." You continued to laugh. It brought a smile, growing wider by the second, to see you so happy and blissful listening to your favorite music, a song he loved as well.

And I've never seen anyone quite like you before. No, I've never met anyone quite like you before.

Richie's emotions were confusing him now more than ever. He loved (Y/N). He truly did, but he just wasn't in love with her. Guilt consumes him every night before sleep and every time he sees you. He never wanted to hurt you. But when it comes to Eddie he's impulsive even a little reckless. Richie knew that he fucked up massively. Not only with you but with Stan and he even feels so with Eddie. He felt that if he just would have been honest with you before jumping into things with Eds maybe Eddie wouldn't have lost his best friend. He still couldn't wrap his head around how much of an idiot and a dick he was about Stanley. What in the fucking hell would lead him to believe that Stanley Uris of all people would fuck around with someone's feelings like that? He had already caused (Y/N) enough pain maybe he was trying to be a hero or something. Do something right for once, but of course, it was just another gigantic fuck up! Executed wonderfully by your very own Richie Tozier. Richie had noticed that he walked straight to the quarry. He picked up a stone and skipped it across the water.

Stan pulled the car over along where the road stopped and the tree's started. "Come on." Stan walked over to your side of the car and opened the door for you and held out his hand. You took his hand and walked beside him into the woods. "You trying to get me to some secret secondary location?" "What, you don't recognize where we're going?" You looked around a bit and shook your head. "Well, then I guess it will be a surprise." "I guess this is the day I get murder in the woods. Goodbye world you were never all that good to me but at least my murder is hot as hell." You almost couldn't see Stan's blush from how much he was laughing. You're hands brush as you walked close together. Stan felt a little nervous to take it, it's not like he hasn't held your hand before but right now he feels it holds so much more. 'Good' he thought to himself. 'It does mean more. Let it mean more.' He took your hand in his and warmth spread throughout the both of you. Just the two of you holding hands walking through the trees with Stan pointing out some birds to you, felt so blissful. At this moment you realized you had never felt this way with Richie. The two of you had a lot in common and play off each other well jokes and conversation-wise. But maybe that wasn't all a relationship needed. You had felt that's why Richie and you were so perfect together. Maybe this was finally the start to forgiving Richie and regaining some normalcy, realizing that maybe we weren't perfect or meant to be after all. If this is how Richie felt with Eddie you felt that you could somewhat understand why he was so in a rush to have it. It was scary how new this thing with Stan was yet how important it felt to you. You would go to the ends of the earth to protect what you had with Stan, no one in the world made you feel as safe and comforted as Stanley Uris. What Richie did, going behind your back, was in no way how he should've handled the situation. You let him into some of the most vulnerable spaces in your mind and life, entrusting him with your heart and your deepest thoughts, that you were his only person. That wasn't something easy to forgive, not something to easily recover from, especially having that trust broken with someone else with who you were very close. You may be happy and blissful at this moment, but you definitely knew the consequences of Richie's actions would come back to rear its ugly head sooner or later. But you believed that understanding was one of the first steps toward forgiveness. The more you walked the louder the sound of running water became. Soon you could even see the running water. You realized Stan had brought you to the barrens.'But why the barrens?' you thought to yourself. You reached the edge of the water and looked over to Stan. "C'mon" he grabbed your hand and stepped out onto a rock in the water. You did your best to follow, it finally dawns on you that you were headed toward the clubhouse.

When you got to the small clearing Stan went ahead and lifted the hatch to the small underground area where the losers used to hang out. "I've only been here a couple of times." You said as you climbed down the ladder. "Yeah, I guess we started hanging out other places more." Stan walked over to the hammock getting in. He smiled and reached his arms out like a little kid asking for a hug. You raised an eyebrow at him. "I know. I always feel like I'm gonna fall out of this thing, but it's safe I promise." "Okay," You say drawing out the word in a skeptical tone. You yelped as it wobbled and Stan gripped his arms around your waist as the hammock swung a little. "See, safe." You let out an amused huff and relaxed into Stan. Your back was pressed against his chest, both of your heads finding slightly uncomfortable spots in the crooks of the other's neck. "I remember one of the first times Eddie ever brought you to hang around with us was down here." Stan played with your hands in your lap. "I remember looking over and seeing you smiling, talking to Beverly. It was really hot out, your cheeks were pink. Richie gave you his shower cap and you, him, and Bill talked about comic books." You closed your eyes just listening to Stan talk softly into your hair. "Beverly came over to me when she noticed. She was joking around told me to stop staring, that it was rude. I hadn't even noticed that I was staring. I got nervous cuz, -hoping you didn't notice. You were so beautiful I couldn't help but stare." You blushed and let out a chuckle, your stomach filling up with butterflies. "I don't expect you to say back any time soon, and I in no means want to rush you, but I-" Stan paused, thinking about the impact of his words. He started to think maybe he should give you a little time, but then you leaned your head up to look at him. And when he looked down into your eyes there was no way stopping the words from falling out of his mouth. "I love you." The look in Stan's eyes was intoxicating, you could have stared in his eyes for the rest of both your lives, but instead, you brought your hand up to his jaw and tilted your head bringing yours and Stan's lips together. Equally as intoxicating as the look in his eyes. The two of you felt as if you were floating on clouds. Like you two were the only two people in the world. You pulled away and smiled, Stan pressed his forehead against yours. "I know" You and Stan laughed.

"Ok Rich. You just need to apologize. I'm sure they'll forgive you. They're your friends, basically your family." Richie walked back into town talking to himself. "And you hurt them and accused them of shitty things and now all your friends will hate you forever cuz you were a total dick and even their grandchildren will hate the name, Richie Tozier." Richie stopped for a second and groaned, rubbing his hands up and down his face under his glasses. He took a deep breath and continued walking.

Mike opened the door to Richie. "Hey man, come in." "Is Eds still here." "Yeah, he's in the living room. Rich," Mike put a hand on his shoulder. "He's worried about you. We all kinda are. There's been a lot going on with you four I just want to remind you that if you need someone to talk to we're all here for you buddy." "Thanks, man." Richie continues into the living room and sees Ben and Eddie talking. He breathes a sigh of relief, knowing how much it hurt Eddie that Ben wouldn't talk to him. They hugged and Ben got up off the couch and saw Richie. "I'm really sorry Richie. It was really rude to treat you like that-" Richie cut him off. "It's ok man really, I get it. She's your friend, I was a dick." "Yeah but you and Eddie are my friends too." "Well then what do you say Haystack," Richie extended out a hand. "Back to buds." Ben agreed and shook Richie's hand. Richie took a seat next to Eddie on the couch. "Hey, I'm glad your back I wanted to-" Richie leaned in and kissed Eddie. "As much as I love you and your adorable rambling I wanted to apologize." Eddie was suddenly very nervous. He thought to himself 'Shit this is it. He still loves Kassidy.' "Sure, Sure yeah. Umm a-about what Rich?" Richie took Eddie's hands in his fiddling with them out of nerves. "About everything. About not telling Kassidy. About not even being decent enough to break it off first so neither of you would get hurt. All of this would have been so much easier and nobody would've had to lose any friends. I'm just so sorry Eddie, I love you and I never wanted to hurt you like that." Eddie was so relieved to hear those words come out of Richie's mouth. He put a hand up to Richie's cheek and leaned to kiss him. "I love you too Richie." Richie chuckled in relief "Thank fuck."

You and Stan walked back to the car hand in hand. "So what do you wanna do now? " You leaned your back up against the car door "Oh I don't know maybe some more of this." Stan leaned himself against the car by his forearm and with his other hand lifted your chin, leaning down connecting your lips. You hummed against his lips. "Well, I do love doing that." "Do you want to go back to your place-" Stan pressed a small kiss on your neck "Watch a movie." "Shit!" Stan's head shot up. "I left my house keys at Bens." "We can sneak through your bedroom window." You push yourself off of the car, past Stan, and walked to the other side pulling your door open. "I don't wanna go back there either but with any luck, Richie won't be there." Stan groaned and got into the car.

You wrapped your knuckles on the door and Mike opened it with a smile. "I just forgot my keys." Mike let you in past him to the table where the keys sat. You quickly walked over to the table and grabbed your keys. Turning around back towards the door you catch Richie staring from the couch next to Eddie. For once you didn't feel the wind knocked out of you. But you couldn't say that the feeling of wanting to punch him had dulled any. You carried on toward the door when Richie called out your name. You sighed and banged your head on Mike's front door and contemplated for a second whether or not you should pretend you didn't hear him and keep walking. Apparently, you had stayed there a bit too long. Richie tapped two fingers on your shoulder. "I was just wondering if you would let me talk at you for a second. You don't need to say anything, or react in any way really-" You turned around and put your hands on his shoulders. He froze silent as you drew a deep breath. "I forgive you." It wasn't easy to say, you weren't even sure it was true. A part of you wanted to keep him dangling in wonder and guilt but you knew that you would eventually fully forgive him and the more you saw him moping around the more you would most likely enjoy watching him suffer for what he did. But if he just thought that you had forgiven him then maybe he would go back to his old trashmouth self and you all could move on.

Richie was taken by surprise, to say the least. He felt relief for a fleeting moment until he remembers Stan. "He's out in the car" He heard him speak softly. She somehow always knew what was going on inside his head, that's what made him think that she was so great, that they would be so great together. Against your better judgment, you grimaced and said, "I can give you five minutes. But he has the car keys so I can't promise he won't dive off on you." Richie threw his arms around you and squeezed you, "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" "Yeah, sure get off me" He smiled at you, "Sorry." As Richie walked out the door he turned back to you, "He wouldn't drive off without his best girl." Richie started making trumpets sound in the tune of 'A Long Long Time' by Kitty Kallen and closed the door. You rolled your eyes as you and Mike laughed

Richie fell silent as he walked up to your car with Stan in the front seat. He raised his hand and tapped on the window. Stan kept his stare forward and locked the car door. Richie sighed. "Stan please." Richie heard the click of the car doors unlock and walked around to the other side and got in. "I'm so sorry. I was being a complete shit of a person and totally overreacted. I do care about her, I do! That's why I got so angry and it totally fucked up my judgment." Stan wasn't saying anything and it started to make Richie even more nervous. "I was angry and confused and I honestly don't know where all of that came from. That's not what I think of you at all, you gotta know that, Stan. You're one of my best friends and the best dude I know and I'm so sorry I said all of those things. I know I really fucked up." The two of them sat and stared out the windshield, Richie's leg bounced up and down from nerves until Stanley broke the silence. "I'm sorry too. That I turned my back on you. I couldn't understand how you had the most perfect girl right in front of you and seeing you hurt her made me angry too. I mean we all saw you and Eddie happening eventually, but I didn't think you two would go and do that. I love her and I guess I let that get in the way of our friendship." "I mean dude I don't really think I could blame you. I've seen the way she looks at you. It can make someone do stupid and crazy things." "Well then I guess that explains why you are so stupid and crazy," Stan laughed, "Eddie looks at you like that 24\7." Richie turned away laughing and hoped it hid the bright red flush on his cheeks. "I can't believe she actually forgave me." "Yeah me neither, to be honest." Stanley dead-panned. "Buuut," Stan took a calming deep breath, "If she can forgive you, then I guess I should too."

Eddie walked up to (Y\N) hesitantly as she was laughing with Mike. Mike saw Eddie and took that as his cue to leave, or rather to eavesdrop from the kitchen with Beverly, Ben, and Bill.

"Thanks for uh.. for forgiving Richie, he's been a wreck," Eddie said. "N-not that I've been fine! I-I feel completely terrible for what I did. But I mean I-I-I'm not trying to make you feel bad for me or anything. O-or for Richie. I just mean that we're both really sorry. I'm so, so very sorry (Y/N)." Eddie stammered through quickly. Man, do your shoes look mighty interesting at that moment. 'You forgave Richie why is it so hard to forgive Eddie. Maybe because we only gave Richie a premature apology so we could all get back to normal? Should I have to do that with Eddie too? Fuck that neither of them deserves it!' You fought back and forth with yourself in your head before finally looking up at Eddie. You took a deep breath, "I know...I-" Eddie cut you off "You don't have to." "I feel like I should." "You already kinda forgave Richie I know that's a big thing so you can hate me for as long as you need I deserve it." You smiled at Eddie and walked out of the house. Richie saw you walking towards the car and stepped out leaving the door open for you. You got in and leaned over to Stanley cupping the side of his face to bring him closer and pressed a kiss to his cheek. Stan started the car as you buckled. You tucked your legs up onto the seat and curled up to get comfy. Stan rests his hand over on one of your legs as you closed your eye

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Dark Secrets: New Beginnings

A/N: This is the first installment of the Vampire!Sonny x reader fic. This chapter is only setting the stage; next chapter will be more about the vampire aspect, I promise! This covers the Bookstore square in @adarafaelbarba​ moodboard bingo!

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You spent hours on the computer compiling resources for your thesis. After years and years, you were finally getting your Ph. D in History…if you could just finish this damned thesis. List complete, you headed to the local bookstore; you always checked them first before going online, since they were cheaper.

You were intimately familiar with the bookstore; you went there often. And you had double and triple checked online that they had these books. You had a small basket, four books in it, while you looked for the fifth and final book you needed. But its spot on the shelf stood vacant; a perfect hole where it should be.

Shaking your head slightly, you started to search the shelves around it, in case someone didn’t put it back correctly. But you were coming up empty. And this was the book that you needed to buy here; the shop had it for $20, while online was a couple hundred.

“Looking for Making the Revolution: America, 1763-1791?” a voice asked from behind you.

You turned to find a pale, lanky, attractive man, his hair slicked back, his bright blue eyes watching you intently. He was sitting at a table, open book in his hand. Seeing the cover, you knew it was the book you needed.

“I am, yes. Were you intending to buy it?” you questioned, praying he said no.

The corner of his mouth twitched upwards. “I was debating it. Why, do you want it?”

“I do; I need it for my thesis. If you let me buy it, I promise to give it to you when I’m done, free of charge.” At this point, you were just desperate for that book.

His eyes seemed to bore into you as he thought about your proposal. Finally, he smiled, saying, “I think that’s a noble reason to buy this book. You’ve got yourself a deal.” He held the book out to you, and you gently took it from him.

“Thank you so, so much. You don’t know how much this helps me,” you said, placing the book in your basket.

He held a hand up. “No problem. There’s a lot of inaccuracies in that text, anyways.”

You blinked in surprise. “There are?”

“Oh yes. For one, it perpetuates the idea that Christopher Columbus came here to ‘escape tyranny’ in England, which is a load of crap, if I’m honest.”

You took a step closer to the strange man. “Do you have a source on that?”

He thought about it, chuckling to himself about something, before he answered. “Well, I am in the process of transcribing a manuscript from the man himself. But it hasn’t been published quite yet, so I doubt it’ll be of use to you for your thesis.”

“Wh—who are you?” you asked in awe.

He held a hand out for you to shake. “Dr. Dominick Carisi Jr., but you, my dear, may call me Sonny.”

Your eyes widened in shock, and you quickly shook his hand. “Dr. Carisi? Oh my god! I’ve been reading your work in class; I loved your thesis on slavery!” You had never seen a picture of him, had no idea he was so young; he was about your age. You had expected him to be an old man, at least in his 80s, not this attractive man in his early 40s at most.

He barked out a laugh. “You’ve really been reading my work? I’m flattered. I didn’t think anyone put stock in my texts.” While it was true he was a world renowned historian, his work was seen as highly controversial. He had a knack for citing manuscripts and journal entries, things that no one had discovered before he brought them to the limelight. But every authenticator had proven that the writings were from the time period. And that was enough for you.

“Please, sir, er, Doctor. Could I spend a day with you, pick your brain for my thesis? I’ll—I’ll buy the drinks and food, just…please?” you asked, suddenly embarrassed.

But Sonny’s smile grew. “I’d like that. But only if you call me Sonny. If you’re doing your thesis, then I assume you’re almost done with your doctorate?” You nodded, and he continued, “then in my eyes, we’re equals, and you don’t need to call me ‘Doctor’.”

Your heart beat a little faster when he called you equals. “Thank you so much Doc—Sonny. Does the coffeeshop next door work for you?”

“It does. And I’m free all week, whenever you need me.”

“How about tomorrow morning? I don’t have class until 3pm; I hope that’s enough time to chat.”

He gave you that heart melting smile once more. “Sounds good. See you tomorrow.” Then he took your hand and kissed it. As he walked away, your knees felt weak. You were infatuated within five minutes of talking to him.

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Sonny turned out to be an incredible source of information. Plus, he brought books that he thought would help you, letting you borrow what you needed. And, like yesterday, you found yourself completely enamored with him. He didn’t have a ring on, so you assumed him unmarried, but you didn’t know how to bring it up without being weird. Sure, you were close in age, but he was done with school, became a published historian, while you were still finishing up college. But he never talked down to you; on the contrary, he seemed highly interested in what you had to say.

Like before, you had been nervous—star-struck, really—when you met up with him. But as the hours ticked by, you found yourself more and more comfortable with him. He was highly intelligent, especially about history. You had found it hard to find someone who was as interested in history as you were, without sounding like a pretentious asshole. But Sonny checked all those boxes for you. You were just unsure if he felt the same.

“When is your thesis due? I feel like it’s still early in the academic year,” he asked.

You cleared your throat. “It is; I still have months and months to work on it. It’s due next year, but I want it to be perfect, you know?”

“I do, I do,” he agreed, nodding. “I hope you’re taking some time off, though, as well. Don’t let this paper take up your whole life; you should be out, appreciating everything this life has to give you. Don’t get stuck in the past.”

You looked at the table, letting his words soak in. It was like he had looked right through you; for the past month or so, you’ve been deep in your studies. You had friends, sure, but you hardly saw them. And you’d given up on dating until after you finished college, anyways. But maybe Sonny was on to something. You should seize the day, capture every moment in memories.

“Would you like to get dinner with me, Sonny?” you asked, trying to sound as confident as possible.

It was his turn to look surprised. “Oh, uh…sorry, you caught me off guard. In all my years, no one has ever asked me out; it’s usually the other way around.”

You chuckled. “You’re not much older than me,” you joked, and he smiled. “Maybe it’s time for something new. For both of us…that is, if you want?”

“I’d love to go to dinner with you,” he said, and your heart soared.

When it was getting close to 3, you bade him goodbye, and he told you he would be eagerly awaiting your dinner date. You felt your face heat at the words, and you swore your face never cooled off for the rest of the day.

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That date with Doctor Carisi turned out to be the best decision of your life. You both felt the spark between you, and you said yes to a second date before he even finished asking. Now, it’s been ten months of loving bliss between you. You completed your thesis, got your doctorate, and Sonny couldn’t be more proud of you. And you learned that while he was a historian, he was also a detective. He said he wanted to help people now, by giving them both access to history material, and by putting absolute monsters away.

But there were little things with him, quirks, really. Though you’ve been to his place, and he yours, he never made a move to get you into bed. Sure, you’ve kissed—and sometimes this escalated to a full-blown make out session—but he didn’t seem interested in sex.

He also didn’t seem interested in moving in together…or a future at all, really. Whenever you tried to bring it up, he would just nod along with you, agreeing to whatever you said and adding on a lot of “one day’s”.

He had no family for you to meet, and yours didn’t live close. You noticed he also didn’t eat or drink much; he loved to make you dinner, and he would say that he snacked while cooking. And then, about once a month, he’d leave for 3-4 days, claiming he wanted to be alone to work on the manuscript.

You gave him as much space as he asked for, and though you still loved him dearly, you were starting to wonder if there was something wrong with you…or if it was just something he was having issues with.

“Hey Sonny?” you asked one day while snuggling on the couch at your place. “Are we okay?”

He glanced down at you. “As far as I know, yes? Why, something on your mind?”

“Well…I was just thinking about how we’ve been together almost a year and we still haven’t moved in together,” you tried.

He looked to the ceiling as he thought. “Wow, I guess it really has been that long now, hasn’t it? I feel like I just met you yesterday.”

“So, are we not connecting on a deeper level, then?” You sat up, turning to look at him.

His bright blue eyes found yours, and his expression softened. “That’s not what I meant; I’m sorry it came out like that. Time just…it moves so quickly is all. Look, I love you, I just—I don’t think I’m quite ready to make that jump yet. I’m sorry; I know this must be frustrating, but I promise you one day, I’ll…I’ll be ready.”

You nodded. “I love you too, I just….”

“What is it? You can tell me—”

“Why won’t you sleep with me?” you asked softly. His eyes widened, and you quickly added, “are—are you ace? It’s fine if you are, I understand, but I just…I feel like it’s something wrong with me, and I—”

He cupped your face in his hands, looking deeply in your eyes. “No, it’s nothing wrong with you, I promise. I’m just…I’m not ready—”

“I have urges, Sonny. And I love you, want to wait for you. But it’s been almost a year. I—I don’t believe a healthy relationship is built on sex, but well, it’d be nice to have every once in a while….”

He sighed, releasing your face. “It’s not that I don’t want to, because I do. I just want to be absolutely sure I’m ready. Call it shyness, or embarrassment, whatever you want. But I want to make sure that—that you’re the one for me, first, okay?”

You opened your mouth to respond when his phone rang. He gave you an apologetic look before answering with his stiff, “Carisi.” He mostly listened, making little noises of affirmation, before hanging up.

“I’m so, so sorry, doll. But the department needs me. I swear we’ll talk about this once I’m home, okay?” he promised, getting to his feet.

He grabbed his jacket, heading for the front door. “Sonny wait,” you called, and he stopped, looking back at you. You hurried over to him, looking up into those beautiful blues. “Be careful.”

He smiled softly. “I will be; promise.” He gave you a kiss, and then he was gone.

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You didn’t hear from Sonny again until the next morning, when he showed up on your front door, breakfast in hand. He apologized for leaving you last night during that important talk, but you brushed it off, telling him it was fine.

“That’s not all I have to apologize for,” he said, looking anywhere but at you. “I’m…going undercover. I’ll be gone for three months.”

Your face fell, and you put your fingers under his chin, tilting his face until he looked at you. “Three months?” you breathed.

“I’m sorry; I tried to decline, but the Lieutenant gave her orders. I leave in an hour.”

“Three months…” you said again, worry blossoming in your chest. This was the longest he’d be gone since you started dating.

He nodded. “I’ll text or call when I can, but don’t expect it; it may be too dangerous.”

You’d heard enough; you lifted onto your tiptoes, kissing him desperately. Your hands went to his hair, and you pulled him close, all your fear and trepidation in the kiss. He froze for only a moment before he was kissing you back, hands on your hips. He clutched you tightly enough that you gasped in pain, and he pulled away, releasing you.

“I’m sorry. I love you,” he muttered before turning to leave, but you had a suspicion that he wasn’t apologizing for leaving.

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