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agustdakasuga · 4 years

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You Never Walk Alone | Chapter 16

Genre: Werewolf!AU, Poly!AU?, Mate!AU, romance, fluff

Pairing: OT7 x Reader

Characters: Student!reader, Omega!Seokjin, Alpha!Yoongi, Beta!Hoseok, Alpha!Namjoon, Omega!Jimin, Beta!Taehyung, Alpha!Jungkook

Summary: You live a quiet life in your late grandfather’s cabin in the woods. You go to school just to graduate and get your diploma, not to make friends or stand out from the crowd. That was until one day, you enter your home to see a pack of wolves that need shelter.

Things seem to be settling down with the boys and you wanted to finally meet their families and improve your relationship. But who knew the sudden appearance of two strangers can change everything.

“That was a great movie.” You stretched your limbs. It was a typical stay in day with the boys. The weather was gloomy outside so you all settled for a nice movie together. When the credits rolled, they decided it was time for a late lunch, which was going to be kimchi fried rice.

“I can make stir fried pork!” You smiled.

“Are you sure you can cook? You can relax, you know?” Jin wrapped his arms around your waist. The boys were still cautious over your health since you did suffer from broken ribs and a concussion.

“I have recovered and am feeling good as new. Please, let me cook?” You asked and Jin nodded his head.

“If you feel unwell, you can stop any time alright? Or if you need help, just tell any one of us.” Yoongi ruffled your hair and you saluted playfully.

“Hyung! Make sure you put lots of cheese!” Jungkook reminded loudly.

“Yeah, yeah.” Yoongi rolled his eyes. Jungkook grinned and slung his arm around your shoulders, nuzzling his cheek against yours lovingly. You giggled as he hair tickled your skin. He pulled away to pour himself some juice from the fridge, offering you a sip. You shook your head as you mixed the sauce in the pan. Jungkook pouted.

“Why are you rejecting me?” He whined.

“It’s just juice, Koo. But fine.” You gave in, taking a sip. Only then did he give a proud smile, patting your head. He left to go game a little before the food was ready.

“Need help?” Hoseok came in.

“Help me get the cooled rice from the cooker.” Yoongi said.

“I was asking my mate but sure, hyung.” Hoseok gave Yoongi a flat look before grabbing a big bowl and going to get all the rice out. You threw your head back in laughter at their interaction. Hoseok was by your side, reading with two plates for you to put the finished pork dish on.

“Thanks, Hobi.” You smiled.

“No problem.” He brought the plates out. Looking over Yoongi’s shoulder, you watched him toss the rice and sprinkle the cheese on top to let it get nice and gooey. Jin did the same with his frying pan.

“Looks good.” You told them as Jin tasted some to get the seasoning right. Yoongi scooped some of his out, blowing it softly before holding it out to you.

“Careful, it’s hot.” He cautioned.

“It’s perfect!” You gave a thumbs up as you chewed. Yoongi chuckled at how adorable you were. You left the kitchen to call everyone else out to eat. The boys all sat in their respective seats and you sat in yours. Everyone dug into the meal happily, having some light chatter here and there. You were just happy to be able to be a part of it.

“Is there anything else you want to do with the remainder of the holiday?” Namjoon asked you.

“I don’t really have anything planned. I usually spend holidays alone or working extra shifts. Honestly, this is the first time in a while that I am spending time off with people.” You blushed in embarrassment.

“It’s okay.” Jimin smiled.

“Why don’t you guys tell me what you want to do? This is your time off too.” You turned the question on them.

“Actually, we were thinking of going to visit our parents.” Jin revealed.

“Oh...” You nodded your head as you listened. Of course, they had their families too. Even if you were their mate, they were still sons to wonderful people and had their duty to visit them from time to time. You mentally convinced yourself that you would be fine with them leaving to visit their families.

“What do you say? Are you able to take time off from work?” Taehyung asked you with excitement.

“Wait... You want me to go with you?”

“Of course, silly. Did you think we were just going to leave you?” Yoongi chuckled and you blushed, knowing that you got caught for thinking that way. The boys all laughed lightly.

“We would love for you to meet our families. This is our territory but our parents’ territory is actually further down south.” Jungkook explained.

“I’m excited to meet your families.” You smiled shyly.

That night, you decided to sleep over. Even if you didn’t move in with them, you still stayed over from time to time. You laid beside Namjoon as he read his book, a small frown on his face as he focused on the contents. You couldn’t help but giggle, making him tear his gaze away from the story and onto you. You stared up at him.

“You look so serious, Joon.” You giggled.

“It’s an interesting story.” He pulled you close to him so you were practically lying on his chest as he stroked the back of your head with his free hand.

“Joon, I’m worried of what all your parents may think... Seeing that I am a human.” You expressed your concern. Namjoon looked at you, closing his book and putting it on the bed.

“Jagi, don’t worry. Our parents are going to love you. It doesn’t matter if you’re a werewolf or not. Trust me.” He smiled.

“Really?”

“I’m your mate, aren’t I? I won’t lie to you. Our parents are actually very excited to meet you. They know you are a human. I told you, the moon goddess already had our fates laid out for us. You are meant to be our mate, no one else. Not even our parents can oppose to that.” He tucked a lock of hair behind your ear.

“I’m just worried... you know? I want to be a good mate for all of you.” You blushed slightly.

“You already are the best mate we could have ever asked for so don’t worry about that. You are perfect just the way you are.” He kissed your hand, rubbing the back of it.

*THUMP*

“What’s that?” You lifted your head.

“Taehyung and Hobi are back from their patrol.” Namjoon informed. You nodded, going to the window to see the two wolves standing on the porch. They looked up and met eyes with you, barking and wagging their tails.

“They said ‘goodnight’ to you.” Namjoon relayed. You knew that he was probably mind linking with them. You smiled at the two wolves, waving before stepping away from the window and back into bed, beside Namjoon. He wrapped his arms around you, kissing your forehead. You yawned and snuggled into his warmth.

“Sleepy?” He teased with a light chuckle.

“A little.” You blinked.

“Sleep then, jagi. Don’t think about anything for now and just relax.” He said softly, his dimple popping through. Reaching up, you gave into your urges and gave the dimple a light peck.

The next morning, the boys wanted to go for a picnic. Jungkook, Taehyung, Jimin and Hoseok immediately shifted and ran out the door in excitement.

“Aish, those 4.” Jin shook his head and grabbed the basket of food. Namjoon held the cooler box with the drinks while Yoongi held your hand and a bag of clothes for the 4 that left first. The weather was nice and cool from yesterday’s rain, with a slight breeze.

“The usual spot?” Jin asked. You nodded. You helped with setting the big picnic mat right by the shining lake.

“(y/n), since you’re our mate and you hold a crystal. We wanted to show you something. We’re not sure if it will work but we can try.” Yoongi led you to the edge of the lake.

“This was how Jimin found out if we were still alive or not.” He explained, gesturing to the water.

“What do you mean?” You tilted your head.

“Watch closely.” Jin nodded to Taehyung. The wolf placed his noise at the surface of the water and drew a pattern of some sorts. Looking closely, you gasped when the image of 8 crystals appeared in the water, all shining as if they were lying below the surface of the lake. You reached out to touch it but the water just rippled.

“The crystals like this means that we’re okay. If the light goes out, it means the person is in trouble... or dead.” Namjoon explained.

“Why don’t you try it?” Yoongi held your hand in his. He demonstrated the pattern in the air. You dipped your finger into the cold surface of the water and did the same.

“It works...” The boys were all in awe as the image of the 8 crystals appeared.

“We’ll always be connected this way.” Yoongi wrapped an arm around you. You were so amazed by this magic. If someone had told you months ago that this was all real, you would probably have scoffed in their faces. But with 7 werewolf mates, this was now the normal.

“Thanks for showing it to me. It’s amazing.” You sat down on the mat.

“It was only right that you knew.” Jin patted your head. Hoseok sat beside you, fully clothed.

“When are you planning to go visit your parents?” You asked them as you took some meat and made it into a lettuce wrap. Before you could eat it, Jungkook appeared, whimpering and pawing at your feet.

“Kookie.” You whined but gave in, placing the lettuce wrap into his mouth. He chewed and licked your hand.

“We were thinking to go next week? If you’re able to take time off from work. The plan is to stay there for 5 days? Or so.” Namjoon said.

“I should be able to. I’ll send a message to my manager to ask, just in case.” You took your phone out to drop May a message. If you were going on a holiday, you would just have to pay back the working hours by not having as many days off when you come back, which you were perfectly fine with, considering it was the holidays.

“Here.” Jin made a wrap and held it out to you. You leaned in and let him feed you the wrap.

“Will it be safe to go? I mean, you did say there are still enemies out there.” You randomly asked those who were sitting with you.

“It may be safer to go than to stay here. We don’t know if those that tried to attack you are rogues or actually a pack. If they are a pack, there’s no telling how many of them there are.” Hoseok said.

“I understand.” You nodded, sighing as you rest your chin on your folded knees. The boys all exchanged worried looks.

“Hey, we won’t let anything happen to you, alright?” Yoongi stroked your head.

“I know. I trust you.” You hummed with a small smile. After packing up the picnic, the boys all walked you to your home. But when you arrived, you saw a couple outside, waiting for you. You have never seen them before and the boys were all on edge.

“Can I help you?” You held a hand out to the boys to stay back.

“Uhh... You live here?” The man asked, rubbing the back of his neck. He was clearly stunned to see a young girl come up to them, definitely not who they were expecting.

“Yes?”

“We’re looking for the old man that lives here.” The woman said.

“Why?” You crossed your arms, your eyebrows raised. The two men stared at you then at your 7 mates that stood behind you.

“We’re... his friends.” The man cleared his throat awkwardly. You knew your grandfather’s friends and you were sure that you have never met them before, you haven’t even seen them in the pictures your grandfather showed you. Besides, wouldn’t friends of your grandfather knew that he passed away years ago? You were a little suspicious of them.

“I don’t think so.” You called them out on their bluff.

“We must have the wrong house. Excuse us, miss.” The man tipped his cap to pulled his partner along with him.

“Stop.” You jumped in front of them and they froze in their tracks. They were definitely hiding something and you were not going to let them leave. If they knew something about your grandfather...

“Who are you?” You asked.

“Excuse me?” The woman was a little taken aback by you.

“Sorry about her.” Namjoon stepped up, grasping your arm. He knew he had to step in. All the wolves could sense that something was wrong. The couple nodded and left.

“Namjoon! Why did you do that?!” You turned to him.

“I’m sorry, (y/n). I had to step in. That couple... there’s something off about them. We all felt it. They aren’t your average couple. I know you wanted to find out more information, seeing as to how they came to look for your grandfather but I’m not risking your safety.” Namjoon sighed.

“What do you mean ‘off’?” You asked.

“They smelled of wolfsbane, a natural wolf repellent. We think they’re hunters.” Yoongi said.

“Hunters? You mean... like the ones that hurt Jimin? The ones who ran you out of your old home?” You frowned, grimacing at the memory of an injured Jimin appearing in your home. The boys all nodded.

“Is my grandfather...?” Your jaw grew slack. Was your grandfather... one of them?

“I’ll see you all tomorrow or something.” You quickly bid the boys goodbye and ran into your house. The boys all stood there, of course they hoped that their mate didn’t descend from a family of hunters. They would definitely be shamed by their parents and the rest of the royal pack. Looking at each other, they grew concerned but returned home for the rest of the day.

“Where is it?” You searched your drawers. Finally, you found what you were looking for. The key to your grandfather’s room. Ever since he passed away, you have never entered there.

“Please don’t let it be.” You whispered as you unlocked the door and entered. Basically, you turned the whole room upside down.

What you were looking for? You didn’t know. A clue, a sign, something.

You didn’t even know what time of day it was. Your phone was ringing off the hook, evident that the boys were all trying to get into contact with you. But you never answered. There you sat, looking at the items you laid out on the coffee table before you.

“I need a break.” You rubbed your temples and stood up to go make yourself a coffee. Your mind was swirling with so many thoughts that it was giving you a terrible migraine. A knock came on your door.

“Who is it?” You croaked, standing up and heading to the main door.

“It’s me.” You heard Jimin’s soft voice on the other side of the door. Your hand stopped in it’s tracks and just rest on the door knob.

“Please open the door, (y/n). We’re all worried about you.” Jimin whimpered softly, knocking gently.

“I-I’m okay. Don’t worry a-about m-me.” You tried to sound assuring and confident, resting your forehead against the wooden material. Jimin grew sad, they were all worried what happened with you and now that you even refused to see him scared him even more. Just what did you find out that made you shut yourself away from them?

“(y/n), please. Whatever it is. We can work it out together. No matter what your past is or where you came from, it doesn’t change the fact that we love you.” Jimin’s voice quivered.

“I... just need to be alone for now. I’m sorry.” You whispered, hoping Jimin could hear you. He did.

“Okay.” You heard his retreating footsteps.

“Why have you hidden this from me?” You looked at the photo of you and your grandfather, throwing an arm over your eyes. Everything was so complicated now. It felt like you were in those stories, where the main character finds out that her whole life was a lie.

Yoongi yawned, running a hand through his hair as he walked down the stairs. He was supposed to go patrolling with Namjoon tonight. When Jimin came home in tears, they knew something was wrong with you.

“Hyung?” Namjoon came down.

“Do you think she’s okay?” Yoongi asked as he stared out into the night.

“We’ll drop by to see how she is, but not try to go into her house. Seeing that she didn’t let Jimin in... Maybe we should just give her some more space.” Namjoon said.

“I agree. She just takes all these things on her own. It’s like she’s afraid of telling us things.” Yoongi sighed.

“She has been alone for so long, no one to talk to or share her sorrows with. She’s probably not used to having people around her that genuinely care for her.” Namjoon slipped his hoodie over his head, tossing it into the house. Yoongi nodded in agreement as Namjoon shifted first, stretching his front limbs followed by his back.

“Hold on.” Yoongi stopped when he felt his phone buzz in his pocket. His eyes widened when he saw your name.

“Hello?”

“Y-Yoongi.”

“(y/n)! Is everything okay? Why are you whispering?” Yoongi grew panicked and for a split second, Namjoon shifted back, not caring that he was completely naked in the cold night.

“Please come. I-I hear footsteps. O-Outside my home. I’m so s-scared. Please h-help me.”

“I’m on my way, love. Stay hidden until we come and pack your things.” Yoongi said and hung up. He and Namjoon immediately shifted, their wolves being faster and having more navigation in the night. As they ran, Namjoon mind linked the others to let them know of the situation so they could catch up.

“Namjoon.” Yoongi nodded over to two figures that were indeed loitering near the front of the house.

“We’ll go round the back.” Namjoon said and Yoongi started walking to the back of the house. While waiting for the boys, you had packed all your essentials items.

“Hyung.” Jungkook whispered as he ran over. He had not shifted and remained in his human form. Yoongi pointed up to the window.

“Hide. I’ll get her.” Jungkook said as he heard footsteps approaching.

“(y/n).” Jungkook ran upstairs as quietly as he could and throw open the door. You gasped, thinking it was someone else but when you saw that it was Jungkook, you ran over and hugged him. He cupped the back of your head as you shivered against him in fear. Seeing that you had packed your things into bags, he hushed you.

“The hyungs are downstairs. There are two intruders. The hyungs will distract them while we run out back.” Jungkook said.

“Okay.” You nodded.

“Wait.” Jungkook looked out the window to see the figures gone. But he heard them trying to break in through the front door. Jin and Jimin appeared. Jungkook tossed your bags down to them.

*bark*

“That’s our signal.” Grabbing your hand, Jungkook led you downstairs and out the back door. Taehyung grabbed you and pulled you into the bushes.

“I’ll go help.” Jungkook said and shifted.

“We should move.” Jin instructed.

“What about the others? We can’t just leave them. What if they get hurt or something?” You panicked. Hoseok, Jungkook, Yoongi and Namjoon were facing these people and they could potentially be armed and hurt your boys. Jin hushed you and held your hand.

“Don’t worry, angel. They’ll be okay.” He whispered and pulled you along with them. As you tracked through the bushes, a loud explosion was heard behind you. Your blood froze.

“Go! Go!” Taehyung said and you had a split second to turn around.

“NO!” You wanted to run back but Taehyung lifted you up, carrying you the rest of the way, back to the house.

“Let me go! No!” You cried as Taehyung continued running with Jin and Jimin behind. Your world was spinning and you choked on your sobs. The last thing you remembered was seeing your cabin being engulfed in flames.

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ultraintrovertedgryffindor · 3 years

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Sweet Pandemonium - Gally (The Maze Runner) Part 2 of 16

(Not my GIF)

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Everything started to spiral out of control when a new Greenie came up in the Box, Thomas.

You didn’t know him, but you felt connected to him somehow. Why? You had no clue. It’s almost driving you crazy that you can’t place why you felt this way, and if you were being honest, it almost scared you.

Thomas felt this way as well. He felt that same type of connection to you. He never spoke of it for the sake of him sounding crazy, well, even more crazy than everyone else already thought him to be.

All it took was a simple glance in each other’s direction to realize you and Thomas felt the same way about each other.

“Y/N!”

Gally’s irritated tone snapped you out of your daze. “Sorry, what?”

Gally rolled his eyes. “That’s the third time you’ve dozed off today. Get it together, will ya? This shack needs to be built and I don’t feel like getting scolded by Alby because you didn’t do your part.”

You tried not to blush as the rest of the Builders looked at you with amusement, probably glad that they’re not getting yelled at for once.

Gally noticed your eyes traveling to the other Builders and huffed. “Get back to work, you shanks!”

You almost could’ve laughed at how fast they went back to work because they were pretty much scared of the boy.

“What’s up with you today, huh?” Gally asked, surprising you with his slightly softer tone.

You sighed, biting your lip in thought. “I don’t know. I guess it’s just one of those days.” You lied, partly. You truly didn’t know why you felt the way that you did, but had a feeling it was because of the new Greenie. But you didn’t need Gally to know that, especially after he’s expressed so many times about how he didn’t like Thomas.

Yeah...he didn’t need to know.

Gally raised his brow, clearly not buying her reasoning, but he decided not to push it. “Well, just, get back to work, okay?”

“For sure, Captain.” You fake saluted, a teasing smile tugging at the corners of your mouth.

Gally rolled his eyes as he shook his head, struggling to hide a smile. “Shut up. Just get building.”

You sighed as you sat down in your hammock in the Homestead, relieved to have finished that new shack for the Slicers by sundown. After that talk with Gally, you made sure to focus extra hard and you managed to do more work than you thought you were capable of.

Your muscles ached badly. You needed a shower asap.

You tried not to scream when you bumped into a Glader, realizing it was just Thomas. “Oh, hey, Greenie.” You chuckled breathlessly.

Thomas’ face visibly from relaxed to one of irritation. “I have a name, you know.”

“Right. Right. Sorry. Guess I’m just happy that I’m not the one being called that anymore.” You chuckled, clearing your throat seconds after. “I was just heading to the showers so...”

Thomas blinked rapidly, quickly moving out of your way with a slight blush dusting his face. “Uh, Y/N?” He voiced, causing you to look back up to him with a smile. You noticed Thomas’ face contorting in thought. “Uh, sorry. Never mind.”

Before you could say anything, Thomas walked off in a hurry, causing you to tilt your head in confusion. But the aching muscles in your arms and legs begging for the coldness of the shower water caused you to shrug it off quicker than you normally would.

You tossed and turned that night, which was unusual as you normally were able to fall asleep in a matter of minutes.

You felt like you woke up as soon as you fell asleep, the opening of the maze doors woke you from a less than pleasant dream. Yet again, the dream you had left your memory as soon as it appeared. The one thing attaching itself to you from the dream was a face. Thomas’ face.

You groaned as the rest of the Gladers started to get up for the day, knowing that you must’ve gotten an hour of sleep, if even that. You just accepted that it was probably going to be a shit day.

The Builders didn’t have much to do surprisingly, only needing to touch up a few things. But you absolutely didn’t mind the shorter work day, having the night that you had made it difficult to focus on anything. Even Gally’s pretty face.

Still, you didn’t want to be a useless shank. So, against your better judgement, you decided to help out Newt, Zart, and Thomas in the gardens.

You were tired as hell, but you wanted to talk to Thomas eventually, and befriending him felt like the best way to go about doing so. Plus, Newt was an absolute delight to be around.

“Eyo, Y/N.” Newt smiled, “Gally finally given ya a break?”

You laughed softly. “Nah, just a smaller work load today.”

Newt nodded. “Because you work so hard, no doubt. Things are gettin’ built a lot faster ever since you came up, love.”

You rolled your eyes playfully and grabbed a little basket to help pick off some ripe fruit. “I’m just good at following orders, if that’s something to be proud of.”

Newt chuckled. “You give about as many orders as Gally does nowadays. If anything, you seem to be partners.”

You knew Newt probably didn’t realize his phrasing, but it still made you blush nonetheless. “Gally’s an asshole.” Thomas muttered out.

You tried not to laugh loudly. “He has his moments, for sure.”

“Gally’s an alright bloke, he just has issues with change. He’ll warm up to ya eventually. He even avoided Y/N the first week and a half she got here. It’s just how he is.” Newt said.

“You seem close with him now.” Thomas said, looking at you.

You shrugged. “Uh, I’d say we’re friendly. Well, I guess my definition of friendly anyway.”

“Do us a favor, get us some more fertilizer.” Newt asked Thomas.

“Uh, sure. Where is it again?”

“Show him, will ya, Y/N?” Newt asked.

“Yeah, sure.” You nodded. “Let’s go, Greenie.”

“You really think Gally’ alright?” Thomas asked once you both got a few meters into the woods.

“Yeah, I think so. Like Newt said, he’s just scared of change. I think it’s understandable when you live in a box that you can never leave, unless you wanna get horrifically murdered by Grievers.”

“When you put it like that, then yeah. I guess change would be pretty scary.” Thomas paused, “I just, I don’t understand how you guys have been here for three years without making any progress.”

“You’re acting like it’s easy, Thomas. I’m no Runner, but I can tell how hard it is to run a changing maze every single day, having to map it, fearing for your life in the process.”

Thomas stayed silent after that, only speaking up when you both passed the Deadheads. “Who was George?” He asked.

You shrugged. “I wasn’t around when he died. He was the first one to get stung by a Griever from what Newt told me...he wasn’t too eager to talk about him anymore after that.”

“Y/N?” Thomas started, “I don’t really know how else to put this without sounding crazy but...I feel like I know you from somewhere. I know how it sound but-”

The look on you face stopped Thomas from speaking any further. You couldn’t even describe how you were feeling. Almost like relief, but fear, all meshed together in some sort of weird understanding. “You feel that way too?”

A sudden snap of a twig caused the moment between you and Thomas to end abruptly, you both twisting around to see another Glader. “Ben?” Thomas asked.

You eyed the Glader up and down, noticing how frightening he looked. Black and purple veins protruding out all over his body. His eyes red, almost bloodshot. His heavy threatening gaze on you and Thomas.

He had been stung.

You never saw how anyone looked after being stung, not really. You imagined horrible things, things more horrible than how Ben looked now. But seeing him like that disturbed you to no end.

“Ben...” You said slowly. “Are you okay?”

Ben grunted in response, looking in between you and Thomas like he couldn’t decide who to look at. “You did this.” He whispered harshly.

You brows furrowed in confusion. “What? What do you mean?”

“You did this.” Ben raised his voice. “I saw you. Both of you! This is your fault!”

You gasped when Ben suddenly charged at you and Thomas. All the breath being knocked out of your lungs when he body slammed you into the ground.

You and Ben struggled on the floor, him quickly gaining the upper hand and placing his hands firmly on you throat. “Get off her, man!” Thomas yelled, tackling Ben off of your smaller body.

You coughed violently, gasping for oxygen as the pressure on your windpipe finally disappeared as Thomas saved you from being choked to death.

You looked around to see Thomas hit the infected Glader with an animal skull just in time, him quickly pushing a now disoriented Ben off of him and soon helping you to your feet. “Go, go!” Thomas yelled in your ear.

You didn’t have to be told twice.

You and Thomas took off in a sprint, adrenaline pumping through your veins as you feared of being caught by the fellow Glade member. The confusion taking a hold of your mind as you ran, still having no idea why Ben seemed so hateful towards you and Thomas.

Thankfully, you didn’t have to think about it anymore. Ben ultimately catching up to you both due to his Runner status and tackling you and Thomas down a hill.

You groaned in pain, feeling your body topple over and landing on your arm painfully.

Thomas, yet again, helped you get to your feet, making sure you didn’t get left behind. You yelped in pain as he grabbed your now aching arm, pulling you along as he yelled for help as loud as he could.

You almost felt relieved when you saw the Gladers running to your aid, but it was short lived.

Ben grabbed your bad arm and pulled you back, making you fall on your back, but he still went after Thomas first. “Hey!” Newt’s voice filled the air, then a sickening thump, Ben immediately falling to the ground.

Newt quickly ordered the Gladers to hold down the struggling boy, Thomas quickly rushing over to you. “Oh shit, are you okay?”

You nodded, sitting up with a painful groan. You looked down at your arm to see it bruised and bloody, short jagged cuts deep in her skin.

Ben screamed bloody murder over and over again, so loud and animalistic that it even your throat hurt, even though it already hurt from being choked before.

After being taken to the other Med-jacks, it didn’t take for Gally to barge into the room, an almost angry look on his face. “How’s Ben?” You asked.

Gally could’ve scoffed at the question. Obviously Ben wasn’t okay, but you asking about him first was the reason he could’ve thrown a fit. He had seen you at the scene, wanting so badly to go to your aid first, but he needed to help the Gladers get Ben to the Pit. “Seriously? How are you? You were hurt.”

“She’s fine.” Jeff answered for you. “A sprain, and some marks from Ben’s nails.”

Gally would’ve sighed in relief, if Thomas wasn’t there too. “Why were you even with that shank anyway?” He asked, acting like Thomas wasn’t even there.

“What? Just because you don’t like him, that means I can’t hang out with him?” You sassed.

Gally glared at you and Thomas. “Ben’s gonna get banished at sundown. Do me a favor and stay away until it’s over.”

You rolled your eyes as Gally exited the room, trying not to cry at the thought of a Glader getting sent to their death. “What, banished?” Thomas asked you.

You closed your eyes with a heavy sigh. “You know there’s cure for getting stung...it would be too dangerous to keep him here.”

Thomas quickly left the room, probably leaving to see what was going to happen to poor Ben.

At first, when Gally told you to keep away from the banishment, it just made you want to go just to spite him. But you had seen a banishment before, and it was horrible. It still haunted your dreams sometimes. You really didn’t feel like reliving that again, so you listened.

That, of course, didn’t stop you from finding Gally after the fact.

“Hey...” You said softly, running up to Gally to walk with him to the wall of names.

Gally didn’t say anything, he just kept his gaze ahead of him. You knew he was hurting. Ben was his friend after all. You looked down at his hand that wasn’t carrying a torch, and your hand twitched forward, gently grabbing his large hand.

You could sense that Gally tensed at first, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he squeezed you hand, letting you know it was okay.

“Hold this please.” Gally said, barely a whisper, handing over his torch to you.

You held the torch up as Gally reached up, placing his chisel at Ben’s name to cross his name out.

Another day, another death.

“I’m sorry, Gally.” You whispered, placing a gentle hand on his board shoulder.

Gally simply nodded, giving you a weak smile as he walked away, leaving you at the wall with only the torch as your light in the growing darkness.

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Yeah a coco imagine would be so cool. Could you write something where the reader is seeing him in the woman section of the supermarket and he looks embarrassed. He wants to buy tampons or so for Letty. And the reader helps him and gets also chocolate or something for Letty Ecuador she got her days. He forgets to ask for her number but sees her a while later. If they can kiss in the end would be so cool. I hope you can write something out of my idea :) Thanks in advance 😊

A/N: Hey!🍓 Thanks a lot for the request, hope you like it xx 💕

When you pushed your cart into the aisle, there was only one person. You easily scanned the shelves, grabbing your usual packs of pads and tampons, and then your eyes met the ones of the man standing a few meters from you. He was watching what you held in your hands and you smiled sweetly.

“Need help?”, you politely asked. He nodded and uttered a “yes please”, eyes wide as he looked at the variety of products in front of him.

Coco had no idea what he was doing. Letty had run out of pads and she was having cramps, so she was curled up on the sofa and she pleaded him to go buy them for her. “May I ask what age she is?”, you asked, taking a step back so you could look at more products at the same time.

“Uh, she’s 16”, he replied, and you nodded. “Do you know what she usually uses? Pads or tampons, medium flow, heavy flow…?”, you looked at him and he shook his head. “She asked for pads, but other that that I don’t know anything, fuck”, his hands ached to light a cigarette, but first he had to but this shit and then he could go outside and smoke.

“Alright, no problem”, you smiled at him and reached for the medium flow pads, giving him 3 packs and he looked at you in disbelief. “Do you really need this much for a couple days?”, he asked, putting them in his basket. “Depends, some people do, some don’t, I just wanted to make sure that she wouldn’t run out of them”, you laughed and looked at him, still smiling.

“Thank you so much, it’s my first time with this and I don’t know anything”, and you waved your hand in the air. “No worries, I’m just happy to help. Does she need anything else?”, you asked, getting behind your cart again. He furrowed his brows, “What else do you need on your period?”.

In the following half hour, you explained to him how a woman could have cravings, pain, etc, and he followed you around the supermarket as you grabbed a box of painkillers, a heating pad and a couple bars of dark chocolate. When he was done, he smiled at you, telling you he was extremely grateful that you had helped him.

You said your goodbyes and he started walking away, the voice in his head was telling him to get your number, so he turned around… but you were gone. He took it as a sign, she’s gone because you don’t deserve it, said the same voice. Coco had convinced himself, through the years, that he didn’t deserve happiness and he had stopped trying to look for it, or welcoming it if it showed up at his door.

He paid for his items and got out of the place, he got on his bike and drove home. At least, he made Letty happy.

A couple of days later, he was doing his weekly grocery shopping, and he hated it. He had a hard day at work and he just wanted to go home and smoke a blunt.

He was loading the groceries into the trunk of his car when he spotted you, a couple rows down, struggling to load your groceries in your car. That’s your chance, dumbass, said the voice again, don’t let it slip away.

He rushed over to you, smiling as he helped you lift your bags into the trunk. “Oh hey! – you greeted him, smiling – Thank you, you didn’t have to do it”, you smiled and closed the trunk, but you made no move to go to the driver’s side of the car. “I’m always ready to help a pretty lady”, he internally cringed at his use of ‘lady’, who the fuck even says that word anymore? But you didn’t seem to mind, since you were chuckling and smiling brightly at him.

When you had introduced yourselves, saying your names, he spoke again. “And thanks again for helping me with the… period stuff, she was happy”, he said with a nervous smile. “I’m glad to hear that!”, you replied cheerfully and bit your lip, looking him over. “I was wondering if I could have your number”, he managed to get out, speaking fast like it was just one word. You smiled and nodded, “Thought you’d never ask”, you replied, grabbing the receipt and a random pen you had in your bag, writing your number down.

“I’ll be waiting for your call, Johnny”, you dropped a quick kiss on his cheek and he just stood there, paralyzed, because he never thought he was going to actually get your number.

He called you that night, blushing during the whole conversation as you decided when your first date should be.

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The Stars Made Us (Part 16)

Prompt: In this world, you’re one of the “lucky” ones who got a soulmate, but what if the universe gives you more than you bargained for?

(Prompt challenge – You live in a world where your soulmate can write on their skin and you will get the writing on your own and vice versa. Where they can wash away the ink on their own skin, however, the writing is forever scarred onto your skin until you meet face to face)

Word Count: 3328

Warnings: angst and language throughout, seizure/medical complications

Notes: This was supposed to be for @sorryimacrapwriter and their challenge like a year ago, I think? I still loved the prompt though and have been working on this story for quite some time. This aesthetic was made by @quailliamyfears, thank you so much! Beta’d by @like-a-bag-of-potatoes, couldn’t have done it without you, as well as @carryonmyswansong and @arrow-guy and @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo

Also, I’ve never really liked the whole soulmate AU thing idea, but this felt so right and it was amazing to write. I hope y’all love it too!!

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The next morning you rolled in with a black coffee for Stephen and an iced coffee for yourself. Surprisingly, Stephen opened the door for you.

“I didn’t think you’d come back,” he scoffed with a smile as he walked away from you, leaving you to close the door.

“Why not?” you wondered innocently.

“Because I was trying my best to get you to leave yesterday.”

“Well, clearly your best isn’t good enough,” you quipped sarcastically with a wide grin. “I brought you black coffee since I don’t know what you drink.”

“Yet another reminder of why I’m wondering you're even here,” he noted as he took the cup.

“You know, you could always tell me what it is,” you retorted.

“Ah, but watching you stumble over the answers is the fun part.” He smiled at you and suddenly your knees were weak. Somehow, this ass of a man made your knees weak. “I’m going to go shower and shave. I have to be somewhere in two hours,” he informed you.

“Oh? Where might that be?”

“At a place I like to call none of your business.”

You sighed. “Stephen, I’m here to help. Remember that.”

“You can help by making the bed,” he called over his shoulder as he walked toward the bedroom. You went to the laundry basket from last night that you left in the hallway, retrieving the sheets and pillow cases you had washed.

Stepping in the bedroom you shook your head. He was basically making you a maid, a free maid. You wondered if he’d have you clean his house then send you back home. Just as you were putting the new sheet on the bed, you heard Stephen cry out from within the bathroom.

“Ah!” he shouted and you frowned.

“Stephen?” you called, craning your head around before running into the bathroom. He had his hand on his neck. “Let me see,” you evenly commanded. “Did you nick yourself?”

“No, this is my routine. I shout and hold my neck.” He gave you a pissed off look and you pressed your lips together. You didn’t say a word and merely coaxed him to show you through a soft glare.

Finally he pulled his hand away, it wasn’t too bad, but it was a long cut.

“What happened?” you inquired softly as you set to cleaning it up.

“Felt like running a razor over my neck.”

You sighed heavily.

He rolled his eyes, he could sense you were tiring of the sarcasm quickly. “My hands… Sometimes they jerk. I think my hand slipped or it twitched.”

All you did was gently nod. Without another word you grabbed his razor and began to shave him. He peered down at you but said nothing, keeping his remarks to himself. You slowly slid the razor along his neck, his jaw, his cheek, careful not to cut him again.

When you were done shaving him, you wet a cloth and wiped away the excess cream. He looked better…ish. His hair seemed far too unruly for a surgeon. You had somewhat pieced together that this wasn’t what Stephen normally looked like.

“So…” you started as you walked to his shower and turned on the water. It was an expansive, impressive setup. It reflected every penny of the Manhattan class and luxury. “You wanna tell me about the gorgeous redhead?” you asked as you stood behind him and started to pull off his robe.

“I don’t think we know each other well enough for that,” he explained evenly.

“What’s that? Talking about the woman or me undressing you?” you questioned with a teasing smile in the mirror.

“I would say both,” he said.

“Oh, come now. We’re both doctors.”

“Yes, well I’m not your patient.”

“Aren’t you? With the way I’m treating you and the way you’ve been treating me, i would think that you’re my patient and I’m your undergratified nurse.” You shot him a bitchy smile. “I’m happy to do this for you. Now, if you want to be an adult, I can undress you and then we can talk about your girlfriend.”

“She isn’t my girlfriend. Not any more.”

“So you were...together?” you wondered as you continued to undress him, and he helped you, moving this way or that.

“You could say that. We dated briefly. It was… I think a loneliness on both our parts. We’re friends now. She’s a good doctor. One of the few people I’ve ever been able to tolerate. Desperate times, you know…”

You nodded slightly, trying to take it in before ushering him into the shower. He got in and closed the glass door.

“I’ll be right out here if you need me.”

“I won’t.”

“Tell that to your knotted hair,” you quipped back with a smile as you stood right beside the door.

“Ha, ha,” he responded with an eye roll.

“So what happened between you two?” you asked loudly over the shower water.

“Nothing, that’s kind of the point of why we called it off.”

“You mean there was no big blow up? No dramatic reveal of an affair?”

As Stephen rinsed the shampoo out of his hair he said, “Sorry to burst your bubble, but no. Nothing like that. Just a… waste of time and effort.”

“So there was no...real romance there? No love?”

“No, nothing close but professional respect and friendliness. You know you seem awfully curious about my love life considering we barely know each other.”

“Oh, I find that going through someone's heart, their romances is a good way to learn about someone. That and their childhood.”

“Of course you would find that,” he noted with a bit of amusement.

When he was finally done, you grabbed a towel for him and made sure he didn’t slip coming out of the shower. You were surprised he didn’t put up a fuss, but he must’ve realized you weren’t giving up and that it was better to be safe than sorry.

He left shortly after you helped him dress and you still had no idea where he was headed. You took this time to become acquainted with the apartment; where he kept his cooking utensils, his towels, his bed linen, how he laid out his clothes… all of it. If you were going to be a maid and a nurse for him, at least temporarily, you wanted to do a good job.

You decided to give Charles a call and update him on the matter.

“Hello, love. How is the new mate going?” he asked, charm and wonder lacing in his voice.

You let out a sigh. “I thought you were tough, and I already loved you for ten years…”

“That bad?” he wondered in a solemn tone.

“Yes, unfortunately.”

“I’m sorry to hear that, darling. Does that mean you’re coming home?” he inquired, and you could hear the hope in his voice.

“No, not quite. He’s down, but he isn’t past help.”

“That’s good to hear, although I doubt anyone is past help in your care.”

“That’s sweet. Yeah, he’s a surgeon. Had an accident. Lost use of his hands and now he’s going on a monstrous pity party. And he doesn’t believe in soul mates. And he doesn’t think that anything is special between us since I already have you.”

“My, my, he is quite the nasty patient, isn’t he? I thought I was a tough cookie…”

“You were,” you reminded with a loaded tone. “That’s why I’m not sure how well this will work, but I’m willing to give it a go.”

“Where’s he now?”

“He’s gone. He wouldn’t say where. I’m just touring the apartment, getting my bearings.”

“So you plan on staying a while then?” he questioned, and in his tone you thought you heard...disappointment.

You hummed before answering, “I’ll be here however long it takes, Charles. I can’t turn my back on him. Even if we don’t know each other.”

“I know,” he assured, understanding in his voice. “Take care of him, and do it well, so you can come home to me.”

“I will,” you assured with a smile, but then another thought occurred to you before you heard keys in the door. “Oh, he’s coming back. I better go. I love you.”

“I love you. I’ll talk to you later.”

“Bye.”

And you hung up. That new idea swimming in your head. You and Charles hadn’t really discussed what would happen when you met Stephen. He was a soulmate after all, and if you two hit it off by some miracle, what would that mean for you two? You came here with the sole intent on healing this man, knowing he was in trouble… but then what? Were you really going to ignore another soulmate because you had one? There was a reason you were gifted two men.

“How was it?” you asked cheerfully.

“It was private that’s how it was, but if you insist on knowing, it was good. I’m going to go read. Would you care to make dinner?”

“I don’t mind at all. Thank you for asking nicely.”

He eyed you up and down for a moment before stealing away to what you assumed was his office. You decided to make chow mein and orange chicken. It was relatively quick, simple, and you were craving it.

As soon as it was done, you found Stephen and softly informed him dinner was ready. He immediately shut his book and joined you at the table. The two of you began eating in silence. It wasn’t exactly comfortable silence like when Charles and you were both absorbed in your work, but it wasn’t the most awkward silence you’d encountered either.

“So what do you plan on doing next?”

“I plan on getting my hands fixed next,” Stephen informed matter of factly as he took a bite of food.

You paused. “I realize that but… if that doesn’t happen, have you thought about your next step?”

He threw a glare your way. “I’m a surgeon. I always have been. It’s what I was born to be. It’s what I will be again. If you’re just going to naysay--”

You held up your hands to stop the attack. “This doesn’t have to be a fight,” you reminded gently. “I just wish you’d face the facts, you’re a man of science--”

He scoffed. “Facts? You’re sitting here telling me about facts.”

You frowned, unsure what he was referring to.

“Oh come on. Don’t sit there and buy into all this soulmate BS and tell me that I’m out of my mind for wanting nerve damage fixed.”

“And you don’t? Buy into the soulmate BS as you like to call it?”

“Does it look like I do?”

“No, but surely you know it’s real. I mean, I wrote on your arm for years, surely you had scars everywhere and wondered--”

“I didn’t wonder, I knew exactly where they came from.”

“But you didn’t ever become curious about who was writing them? Or the idea that you had a soulmate out there? None of that ever mattered to you?”

“Why should it? You said it yourself, I’m a man of science and facts--”

“Which means that something proven like soulmates should go right in with that,” you firmly assessed. “People all over the world have scarring on their arms in the forms of marks made by their soulmates, only for them to disappear when they meet and you just think that’s coincidence?”

“Of course not. I believe that part happens,” he stressed.

“Then what part don’t you believe?” you wondered. You were honestly confused. If he believed in the writing, the scarring, what did he not understand?

“I don’t believe that the universe, or God, or whatever mystical power bestows this really knows the best person for me, or anyone else. I mean, does anyone really even have one person that’s just perfect for them? Is that even possible? And if it is, are we really going to leave it up to some unknown power or being or whatever?”

“So you don’t think I’m perfect for you?” you assessed, trying to hide the disappointment in your tone.

“First of all, I don’t know you. So I don’t see how it’s possible either way right now. Secondly, how is anyone perfect for anyone? Besides, if you thought people were perfect for each other, then why do you have two of us, hmm? What is it your old mate isn’t giving you?”

“Did it ever occur to you that perhaps you both supply something crucial to my life? You keep using this word perfect as if it when you meet your soulmate it’s the most magical thing in the world and all issues are forgotten. It’s not. You meet your soulmate at the absolute worst time in their life. Soulmates mean you complete each other, nowhere does it say they’re perfect or even perfect for you. Everyone has flaws. Everyone will have issues. Soulmates still fight. It’s a way of finding the one person on this earth that will understand you the most, meet your needs without hesitation, and love you unconditionally.”

“But I don’t want to be told that. I don’t want to meet a woman and be told this is who I must love for the end of time. That’s so rigid. Why even bother with dating?”

“I’m surprised you find it rigid. If it was anything else I’d say you’d find it dangerously close to romance and god forbid we breach that subject,” you noted with a hint of irritation as you stared him down. “Do you just enjoy crushing out any thought of anything that isn’t cold hard facts? Must nothing be left to faith or imagination?”

“So far facts have saved lives and faith hasn’t done that. I think I’ll stick with the method I’ve chosen.”

You balled up your fist before gritting your teeth. "My other soulmate was a drug dependent paraplegic when I found him. He lost his job, hia family, his legs, and will to live. Unlike you and me, he knew who I was and still didn't want me around. He wanted to wallow in self pity just like you but guess what? I helped him. I got him a serum to help him walk again with the assistance of his friend. Now he is a professor at an esteemed college and he's looking into getting his old job back, because he loved it and he helped dozens of people. He is no longer drug dependent and you know what? It wasn't based on science. It was based on faith and love. He didn't want to waste the time we have together now that we finally met each other. So he worked with me. He wanted to make things right. He had faith that I would help him and I had faith he was going to help himself. So I'm sorry something turned you cynical beyond any proof to the contrary, but being soulmates is a lot more than just a Hallmark holiday. It’s real, with real struggles, and it’s a mix of faith, love and science.” You scooted back from the table and threw your napkin down.

You left the apartment, unsure if you’d return. Clearly Stephen didn’t want you to be there, clearly he didn’t believe this, so there was no point in trying to turn him. There was a fantastic man back home that really wanted you, and you wanted him. There wasn’t a lot to keep you hanging around.

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The arrogance of that bastard. You fumed. Why wouldn’t he just let you help him? He was worse than Charles.

Charles…

That was it!

You made a mad dash for the phone before calling Hank.

“Y/N? Are you looking for Charles?” he asked, a bit confused.

“No, no I’m looking for you.”

Just then, a knock came at your hotel door.

“One second, Hank.” You pulled the phone down and went to the door. When you opened it, you were surprised to find Stephen standing there. “Stephen? What are you doing here?”

“You said there was a serum,” he said as if he were out of breath. “You helped someone make a serum for your other soulmate. You said it helped him walk, that he was paralyzed.”

“I know. I’m calling him now. I just thought of it. I don’t know how I was so blind or stupid.” You pulled the phone back up before letting Stephen in and closing the door.. “Hey, Hank, sorry. Okay, so Stephen here got into a bad car wreck, and his hands and nerves are severely damaged. Can you get us the first serum you’d made for Charles?” You put him on speaker so both of you could hear his answer.

“I can, but that is specific to Charles and his condition--”

“I don’t care,” Stephen suddenly said. “I’ll pay anything. Whatever we can do to fix my hands,” he stressed.

You were curious by what Hank meant. “Hank, what do you mean it’s specific to Charles? Nerve damage is nerve damage.”

“Not in this case. Charles rerouted his--”

“I don’t care,” Stephen interrupted. “Anything. I’m willing to try anything… please,” he begged softly.

Hank was quiet, but you could tell he was thinking.

“Hank, please?”

“Okay. I’ll be down in a few hours. Send me his height, weight, and allergies.”

“Thank you so much.”

You hung up and stared at Stephen. “Well, let’s get back to your place.”

He nodded at you and he headed back to wait for Hank after sending him the information he needed.

“Stephen, I… I’m so sorry I didn’t think about the serum before. I feel like such a fool. I wasn’t thinking. I guess I was so caught up in just… connecting to you that I completely spaced it.”

“Y/N, don’t apologize to me. You thought of it, that’s all that matters. If I wasn’t so busy being an ass, maybe you could’ve focused on healing me. That’s my fault, not yours.”

All you did was nod before he spoke again after some time.

“Do you think this will work?”

You leaned forward, holding his hand. “Hank is an excellent chemist and doctor. He has worked miracles. I fully trust him.”

He nodded. “Thank you… for giving me hope. I, uh, thought I didn’t have any anymore.” He smiled at you.

“Of course, Stephen. I’m so happy I can do this for you.”

Eventually, Hank showed up.

“Okay, I’ve got a serum. It’s a little different than Charles’s,” he explained as he walked in. “It does the same thing though. It targets the damaged hands. But, here’s the catch.”

Both you and Stephen waited.

“Well, just like Charles, it has to be administered more than once daily,” he informed. “Which means you’ll have to be very careful. You will have to schedule surgeries carefully and be very attentive. Because if you are in the middle of a surgery and the serum wears off, the issues in your hands will return and I’m guessing shaking hands during a surgery is the opposite of what you want.”

“Spot on, doctor,” he said with a smile. “Look, I’ve invested almost the last of my money in nearly every kind of experimental procedure. I’m willing to try anything. If this works, I’ll owe you my fortune.”

“Well, let’s see,” he said. “Give me your arm, please.”

Stephen put his arm on the table and rolled his sleeve up. Hank looked at his elbow, wiped the area with alcohol, got the needle ready, and injected him.

“Now what?” Stephen asked.

“Now, we wait. It usually takes a couple of minutes for it to kick in,” he explained.

“Right, and then we’ll see if--” Stephen’s eyes rolled back in his head before he moaned slightly and began falling out of his chair onto the floor. He started to convulse and your body felt cold all over as you stared on in horror.

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Dream SMP Good Omens AU

I wrote a Good Omens AU! It’s on AO3 here, but I’m also posting it here

Sixteen years before the apocalypse, three babies were dropped off on the doorstep of an orphanage. Two of them were human as human can be, while the third was prophesied to bring about the great war between heaven and hell, start the apocalypse, and just have a generally fun time.

How exactly did the antichrist get left on a doorstep on a rainy night?

A few hours before

Our journey starts in a graveyard, where Baby No. 1 was found.

Now, when I say "Baby No. 1", know that I mean the great destroyer, future doom of the world, bringer of death, currently wrapped in a fluffy blue blanket in a wicker basket, etc.

He glanced around at the tombstones almost judgmentally, as though to say I don't think this is where one-day-old children go, but hey, I don't know enough about existence to dispute this.

The wicker basket remained tucked away in the graveyard for a while, a few drops of rain gently falling down. Apparently, the poor weather was what Baby No. 1's escort was looking for, as he appeared as the mist began to gather.

Wilbur Soot always had a penchant for dramatic atmosphere.

Quite a few lords of hell would call Wilbur the worst demon ever to walk the pit. This was absolutely untrue. Wilbur was a fairly mediocre demon that happened to be walking the pit, but certainly not the worst, putting that stupid fiddle contest bet aside.

The gossip-mongers would only say things like that (and other, harsher things) because Wilbur had been one of the best fallen angels to ever swear vengeance on a broken sword.

But it's frankly hard to keep up an emo phase for 6,000 years.

He strolled over to the basket, checked to make sure that there was still a baby in it, and waited impatiently for the thing's ride to arrive. Technically, he was supposed to be the one driving the antichrist to St. Beryl's Orphanage, but he had tickets to see Heathers that night and decided to use that most clever trick: Getting someone else to do his work instead.

Still, he didn't have much trust in the guy he'd asked, and wanted to make sure that the child actually got from the graveyard to the car.

It was already five minutes past the scheduled time, and the weather was terrible, and he was fine with starting the end of days, but why did he have to work overtime? At least Schlatt wasn't here to laugh at him being on babysitting duty.

Almost on cue, a raspy laugh came from the shadows of the church in the center of the graveyard. Ugh. Speak of the angel.

Almost everyone would call JSchlatt the worst angel to ever wear a suit.

And they would be absolutely right.

He had no care for heaven, or the great war, or any sort of noble deed. The only predictable thing about him was his biting snark and the ever-present stink of cheap alcohol.

When he entered a room, everyone there knew that they would soon regret not keeping him out by any means necessary, and he knew that they knew, and he enjoyed that.

The greatest miracle ever performed in all of earthly and non-earthly history was that he hadn't been thrown out of heaven by his horns yet.

"Are you on babysitting duty, Wilbur?". Wilbur crossed his arms, trying and failing to hide the annoyance on his face. He could have had a cool arch-nemesis, but no. He was stuck with this dick.

"Laugh all you like, Schlatt-"

"Oh, trust me, I am."

"But once the child reaches 16, he's going to bring about the finale of this pathetic excuse for an earth".

Okay, so maybe he wasn't entirely rid of that emo phase. Schlatt looked at him, smug.

"Whatever you say, Soot. Hey, did the lower-downs tell you who's watching over your little finale?"

"I am. I'm watching over the antichrist, being a "corrupting influence" (whatever that means), that sort of thing."

"Well, my higher-ups had a similar idea. They seem to think that if the kid is nudged in the right direction, he'll start the apocalypse and fight on heaven's side. Bla bla bla, defeating Satan and/or Slimecicle, honestly I zoned out during the briefing. Long story short, they thought the kid needed a positive role model, and my name got picked.".

The idea of "positive role model" and "Schlatt" being considered at all similar rattled Wilbur enough that it took a few seconds for the implications to sink in.

"Oh, no."

"Oh, yes. We're going to be neighbors!"

"No, no, no, no-"

"Isn't this exciting?". Wilbur barely restrained a scream, and only shuddered in horror. Before he could lose what was left of his sanity and discorporate anyone, a car horn beeped. It's about time.

He half walked, half sprinted over to the black car. The window cranked open, revealing a nervous foxlike face.

The general consensus was that Fundy was too mediocre of a demon to be worth any notice.

He'd never been seen doing anything appropriately horrible or failed spectacularly, so according to most of hell he didn't exist.

In truth, Fundy was about to prove tonight that he was much worse of a demon than they thought.

"Sorry I'm late, I forgot I cursed a major highway, and then I had to drive on that highway to get here, and-"

"Just take the kid.". The basket was passed to Fundy, who looked at it with fear and wonder.

Baby No. 1 didn't look like an antichrist (I mean, he was the only antichrist at this point and could only look like himself, but he didn't look like how one would expect an antichrist to look). He just looked like any one-day-old baby. Fundy tried to disguise how grateful he was about that. Maybe, just maybe, the plan could work.

He looked back up to Wilbur.

"So, what was the important demonic business?"

"Hmm?"

"I mean, you said you had "important demonic business", and that's why you couldn't drive the kid yourself."

"Ah, yes. That important demonic business. Well, Fundy, that's for me to know and you to not know.". Wilbur shifted, hiding the Heathers tickets in his coat sleeve.

"Enjoy your drive!". With that, he teleported away from the graveyard. Schlatt shrugged, and continued eating protein powder out of the jar.

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Fundy drove like a maniac down the highway, swerving off the road to avoid the cursed-induced traffic.

He'd pulled off hundreds of scams before, but they were all on the humans. He'd never scammed the forces of heaven and hell simultaneously before. He was pretty sure that was called "treason". Which was punishable by death if he got caught. This is the worst idea of my entire fucking existence.

As he sped down the road regretting his life choices, rain pouring down on the windshield, his co-conspirator teleported into the passenger seat.

"Hey, you ready to do something illegal?"

The executives in heaven had no idea what to make of Quackity.

They could hardly call him the worst angel when there was Schlatt running about drunk off his ass, and he was even good at his job most of the time. Even now, the executives couldn't quite pin down a time he'd directly broken a rule.

However, he had a habit of taking the rulebook, shaking it out, finding whatever loopholes existed, and using them to do whatever he pleased.

There wasn't a rule saying he couldn't wear yeezys and sunglasses to important board meetings.

There wasn't a rule saying that he couldn't try to seduce the archangels, that was implied at best.

And there wasn't a rule saying that he couldn't get attached to the human world. The higher-ups had never considered that anyone would, so it hadn't been written down in the paperwork.

Their mistake.

Here was the truth: Quackity didn't want the apocalypse to happen. If you spend 6,000 years in any place, how can you not care about it? Sure, humans are there and gone in the blink of an eye, but the things they make to show they were here can stay for centuries.

He knew too much history about the place to just stand back and let it get set on fire.

So, he'd searched through all of heaven for a collaborator. There was no one willing to help him there, their reactions ranging from "I'd love to help, but I don't want to get hellfire poured on my face" to "If you're insinuating what I think you are, I'll turn you in to get hellfire poured on your face".

So, he took the escalator down to the basement. It took him a while to find someone, even there, but eventually he met a familiar fox-faced demon, and a plan was hatched.

Why did Fundy join in on a dangerous scheme like this one?

Attention, mostly. Humans were the only ones to really acknowledge his existence, even if it was almost all negative attention. Which was fair. He did steal their things a lot.

"Ready as I'll ever be, I guess."

"Great.". Quackity looked into the basket containing Baby No.1, breathed a sigh of relief that he looked like a normal human, and revealed a cardboard box. Inside the cardboard box was Baby No. 2, wrapped in a green blanket.

When I say "Baby No. 2", know that I mean a quiet mortal child with wisps of light blond hair, born to a regular human that didn't want him.

"I found him on the side of the road.". The two of them sat in silence for a while at that, before Fundy brought up the plan again.

"So, we drop them both at St. Beryl's."

"Yeah."

"And then they think that this kid is the antichrist, and the antichrist is the kid."

"Yeah."

"And our bosses try to raise the kid and sway them to the dark side or whatever, while we raise the antichrist and keep them from destroying the world."

"Yeah."

"Um. Quick question."

"Yeah?"

"If we're putting them both on the doorstep at the same time, how do we know they won't think the antichrist is the antichrist and the kid is the kid?"

"....I didn't think about that.”. They pondered the problem together. Eventually, Fundy conjured a sharpie and wrote "antichrist, this side up" on the side of the cardboard box in bold letters.

"That should work. Also, you need to stop teleporting into my car while it's moving. You could fuse with the seats, and that would suck to clean up."

And so, Baby No. 1 and Baby No. 2 were dropped off on the doorstep of St. Beryl's Orphanage. It was harder than expected to say goodbye to Baby No. 2, but they managed.

The duo was somewhat confused by the third baby on the doorstep, who hadn't been put there by any of them, and actually just so happened to be dropped off at the wrong orphanage at the wrong time.

Baby No. 3 was in a red blanket, and when I say "Baby No. 3", know that I mean a human child that was currently doing what he would be doing for much of his life: Screaming at the top of his lungs.

It is assumed that he was born to humans since he was one, but the kid could have been dropped off by a galaxy for all we know.

All that we need to know is that fate had not favored Baby No. 3, and that would continue for a while.

And so, three babies were dropped off on the doorstep of an orphanage, sixteen years before the apocalypse.

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Quite a few people (and things that at least looked like people) were excited about this. It was supposed to be a secret that the antichrist was at St. Beryl's Orphanage, so obviously everyone from purgatory to Portland had heard the news.

The lobby was jam-packed with a few demons with extremely good disguises, far more demons with very bad disguises, a mafia-style group of angels, another mafia-style group of angels but they were pretending to be a book club for some convoluted reason, a few very lost ghosts who didn't even want to be there in the first place, the man who was going to burn the orphanage to the ground in a couple of hours, the dread Charlie Slimecicle, hassled orphanage staff, and, notably, the owners of two motorcycles in the parking lot.

The two motorcycles were a sickly hospital white and an empty-seeming black respectively, and their riders were lowkey famous (not that they liked to brag about it or anything).

Any and all apocalypse enthusiasts knew their names (or at least their titles), and once they met up with two more friends Doomsday would truly be underway.

But that party wouldn't be started for another sixteen years.

For now, only two out of the set of four were gathered, and tonight was less about the apocalypse than the drama and firsthand gossip to get. They sat in the corner, watching the chaos unfold with reflective eyes.

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Now, someone would eventually have to adopt these babies. The antichrist would have to grow up among the mortals, and St. Beryl's Orphanage was always more of an apocalypse creating scheme than an orphanage to begin with, so they would have to find some unwitting soul to take Baby No. 2 and Baby No. 3 soon.

Thankfully for everyone involved, three humans that showed up that day ready to adopt, with varying degrees of dread.

The first was a man seemingly in his late thirties, wearing a green coat that could almost be considered a cloak.

The second was a young adult with sunglasses and an almost royal quality about them.

And the third was a sweet-looking young woman in a soft striped sweater, who clutched an ancient book tightly under her arm.

They were quickly hustled through the lobby by the head of the orphanage, who tried her best to keep anyone in the group from seeing anything odd happening around them (Which is a bit of a challenge when certain demons think that a fake mustache from a corner store is enough to look completely non-supernatural).

She rushed around from the tiny waiting room with the potential parents to the room with the babies to the stampede outside, internally wishing that she'd done what she'd planned in college and been a therapist instead of running an orphanage/doomsday cult.

All of the humans in the waiting room were understandably confused, but their questions were unheeded.

The three of them sat in silence for several minutes. When it became clear that no one would be coming to check on them, small talk was attempted.

Names were learned (The first parent went by the name Philza, while the second was named Eret, and the third Niki), the weather thoroughly discussed, and finally, the conversation turned to the inevitable:

"So, why are you here?". The question was asked by Eret, who seemed genuinely curious. Phil looked down from the clock he'd been watching, annoyed.

"To adopt a child. Why else?"

"I figured that, but what led you here? You don't have to answer if you don't want to, I'm just trying to break the silence.". Phil continued staring at the wall, preparing his words.

Half an hour before

"You want me to what?"

Phil had been driving home when he got the call. If he really had a say in the matter, he would have sent that to voicemail in two seconds flat, but his caller wasn't the kind of person you could hang up on ("person" wasn't even accurate to him). The rain was falling down on the windshield, the traffic was abysmal, and apparently he was supposed to adopt a child.

"Listen, with all due respect, I owe you nothing anymore. I don't have to do missions for you, I don't have to kill for you, and I especially don't have to take care of a baby for sixteen years for you.". He nodded along as the other side of the call said his bit, before responding.

"Sixteen years is quick? Maybe to the likes of you it's quick, for me it's actually a sizeable chunk of time! I don't care that I have to 'just keep him alive-'". He was cut off, and he waited impatiently for his chance to speak again, which he got.

"You and I have gone our separate ways. Me and Technoblade are both in retirement, and there's no way in hell I'm adopting a child. That's my final word.".

The voice on the other side of the call spoke how he usually did: Methodical, calm, devoid of mercy. Mentioning Techno had been a mistake, and the conversation eased into detailed and pointed threats. Finally, he gave up.

"If I do this, you'll finally leave me and Techno alone?". An affirmative answer. Phil sighed, already weary of the experience.

"Fine. Screw you, but fine. I'll take your stupid project."

Current

Phil folded his arms, a scowl on his face.

"I'm just very paternal."

For some reason, Eret doubted that, but they nodded anyway.

"I decided I wanted to adopt a few months ago. I mean, I have the money for it, and there are so many kids without parents. I think I just wanted to do something about it, and try to give some kid a good childhood.". They laughed quietly under their breath.

"Sometimes I feel like something else put the idea in my head.". Phil and Eret looked towards Niki, expecting her to speak. She held her book close to her, fingers drumming on the cover.

"I've known for a while that I was going to adopt a baby today. St. Beryl's Orphanage, April 1st, the year I turn 19."

"How did you know?". Niki opened the book, re-reading the same familiar page.

"It's just fate."

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Meanwhile, the two horsemen of the apocalypse were tired of just watching.

If they stayed any longer without doing anything, this trip wouldn't be worth the motorcycle fuel.

They rose from the seats in unison and slipped casually into the baby room. The head of the orphanage had been slumped against the wall, exhausted. However, when the duo entered the room, she leapt to her feet.

"Excuse me, no demons, no angels, nothing dead or dying, no refunds, no Charlie, and no one I don't want here is allowed in this room!". The one cloaked in black stepped forward, hands raised in a pacifying gesture and a kind smile on his face.

"Well, I'm none of those things! My name's BadBoyHalo, but most people are kind of formal and call me Famine.". That last bit of the sentence was accompanied by a sheepish eye roll, as though to say I know it's silly, but I can't help being well-known.

"My friend over there is George. What's your name?". The head of the orphanage tried very hard to feel suspicious. There were two strangers in the most important room there, she should have her guard up as far as possible. Yet, for some reason, she couldn't feel any distrust for the Famine in front of her.

"My name is Puffy. Why are you here?"

"Us? We're just here for a look. Right, George?". George hadn't really been interested in the conversation, although it was hard to tell what he was thinking about behind his white sunglasses. He raised his head, looking bored.

"Yeah. Sure.".

Puffy could see several concerning things about letting two horsemen of the apocalypse take a quick look at the antichrist, but she couldn't quite think clearly.

She tried to focus on the current situation, but all she could think about was how much she wanted a good night's sleep, and a vacation, and a different life. Bad's smile remained constant, cheerful and understanding.

"Is this the job you want, Puffy?". She shook her head, eyes glassy.

"When I was a kid, I wanted to be a hero. Help out people who needed helping. I really have no idea how I got here.". Bad nodded.

"Well, Puffy, you seem tired. There's a lot of muffin-heads outside making a racket, and it seems like a lot to deal with. If you want to just go upstairs and take a quick nap, we can handle things for you!". Puffy quietly agreed and walked out of the room in a daze. Already, she could tell something was wrong, but she felt sapped of the strength to care.

As her head hit the pillow, she made a vow to herself that if she came back and the kids were harmed in any way, she'd personally bring hell to their doorsteps.

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"Bad, did you seriously hypnotize a woman so you could hold a baby?"

"Not just a baby, George! Three babies!"

"That makes it much better, yes.”

"You're just upset that they like me more.". Bad bounced around the babies, cooing over them.

"Who's the cutest little antichrist? Who's the tiniest omen of doom? You are!". He picked up Baby No. 2 and tapped his nose.

"Boop!". George stood there quietly.

"He's going to be mad if he finds out we came here."

"Exactly, if he finds out. Besides, he needs us."

"I know he needs me. You, on the other hand, are kind of on thin ice."

"Calm yourself. Hold a baby.". Bad picked up Baby No. 2 from his box, where antichrist: this side up was clearly visible, and handed him to George. George held the green-blanketed baby, staring intently into his eyes.

Baby No. 3 started screaming once more, and Bad ran over to pick him up and shush him.

"Aww, it's okay. You're not going to die for another 16 years, you have nothing to scream about now!". Baby No. 3 seemed to take in his words for a few seconds, before shrieking even louder.

The door was flung open by the ominous angelic book club, who tried to shove their way to the child in George's arms. Bad sighed, exasperated, and shifted into a more monstrous form.

"Seems like I have to do some security work. Can you hold this one too?". Without waiting for an answer, he passed Baby No. 3 to George and walked out into the hallway, using his hollow iron scales to push otherworldly paparazzi aside.

After the first act of Heathers, Wilbur slipped out of the theater. It wasn't a particularly good production, and he didn't see the point in staying.

He decided that if he wasn't going to do anything else, he should probably teleport to St. Beryl's and do his job.

The orphanage was even more chaotic than before, and he had to light one or two minor demons on fire to clear his way.

Finally, he reached the room with the antichrist. The room was mostly empty, except for one basket in the corner, and a familiar stranger holding two babies and panicking slightly.

The stranger turned to face Wilbur, and he realized who he was speaking to. He'd never met a horseman of the apocalypse before, but he'd heard of their reputations and seen them from afar.

"Pestilence. Pleasure to meet you.". Pestilence leaned nonchalantly in the doorway with a smile, which was quite a feat for someone holding two sobbing children.

"Please, call me George."

"George. Interesting name, for someone with your position."

“What's wrong with it?"

"It's fine, your colleagues have just mostly had ridiculous names. I mean, who in their right mind names themself Sapnap? No offense, don't discorporate me."

"Well, relatively speaking, I'm pretty new to the job. Stick around another 500 years, and who knows what will happen?"

"With your name, or with discorporating me?"

"Both, I guess.". Wilbur checked his pocket watch (it had been broken sometime in the 1910s, and he hadn't had the time to get it fixed, but he still liked the idea of checking a pocket watch).

"Fun as this conversation is, I was thinking that I should be the one to deliver the child to his parent.". George opened his mouth, probably to say no, but the sound of the babies crying increased. He stopped, irritated, and nodded.

"Why not? It's not like I actually work here."

"Excellent. Just give me the antichrist, and I'll be out of your hair. Unless you want to meet up again after this-"

"I'm good."

"Alright.". George held Baby No. 2 and Baby No. 3 side by side, as if weighing them. He titled his head from the child wrapped in a green blanket to the child wrapped in a red blanket. Finally, he handed the one in red to Wilbur.

"I'm pretty sure this is the antichrist. I'm a bit colorblind.". The sentence was accompanied by an airy laugh and a small grin, and Wilbur smiled back before leaving the room with Baby No. 3.

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Phil was going to murder him.

The guy couldn't die, but he was going to murder him anyway. Of all the petty things, he had to threaten Philza and his loved ones just for him to sit in a room for hours for absolutely no reason.

Was this that creature's sick idea of a prank?

Five seconds before he was going to storm out, agreement be damned, there was a polite knock on the door. He got up to open it, and Baby No. 3 lay on the floor, silent and peacefully sleeping for the first time in his short existence.

Phil shrugged, deciding not to question it.

He gently picked the baby up from the ground, and headed home.

(If he'd been looking more intently, he would have noticed 1) A certain demon sitting cross-legged on the ceiling, having decided that he probably shouldn't come face to face with someone he was supposed to spy on, and 2) His closest friend hiding behind a newspaper in the lobby, ready for some good old fashioned arson).

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Anyway, once the antichrist was safely adopted (or so they thought), all that was left was to find a place to put all of these bonus babies. George picked up Baby No. 1 and Baby No. 2, and headed for the waiting room, where Eret and Niki regarded each other as friends already.

Unfortunately, Quackity decided that he had some meddling left in him for the evening, and he decided to make sure everything was going according to plan. He teleported into the orphanage seamlessly, folding his wings into his coat and looking over his sunglasses.

George strolled into the waiting room.

"Pick a child, any child. I don't have all day.". Eret tilted their head in confusion.

"Isn't there paperwork, or an application process, or something official we're supposed to-"

"Do you want the kid or not?". Niki reached for Baby No. 2, and Eret shrugged and took Baby No. 1.

Quackity watched the process take place through the keyhole.

This seemed alright. They both seemed like non-horrible humans, and he'd be fine watching over either of them for the 16 years. Then, he noticed the book under the young woman's arm.

The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch. First edition, which should be impossible, unless she's some kind of descendant. And I'm not dealing with lying to a witch.

He tried to remember which kid was the actual antichrist and which was the fraud.

The green one and the blue one were both important. The blue one was the fake, and the green one was the real deal, right? Or was the green one the fake, and the blue one fake? Wasn't there a red one at one point? Fuck.

At the last moment, Quackity decided that he couldn't just stand still and risk it. He did the first thing that came to mind and killed the lights.

The lightbulbs exploded, leaving everyone in darkness. In the chaos, he telekinetically switched the babies.

Alright. No witches today, thanks. I'll just follow the other one home from afar, and everything will be fine.

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Later that night, when the orphanage was almost empty, a man set his newspaper aside and crept through the building.

He lit Molotov cocktails with precision and chucked them wherever a fireball seemed needed. Flames weren't his usual method of destruction, but he had to get creative sometimes.

His plan had been slowed down by Phil showing up at this "orphanage", but once he left the game was back on.

If anyone wanted to start the apocalypse and take away everything the two of them had worked for, they'd have to go through Technoblade.

The entire building was consumed and burnt to the ground. The arson case would remain unsolved, like most of his work, and Techno hadn't seen any potential casualties that would make people want to investigate.

Sadly, there was one person left in the building when it burned, and she couldn't wake up from her dreams of the sea and a sword in her hands to smell the smoke.

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Wilbur followed Philza home unnoticed, disguised as wisps of shadow and cigarette ash.

In lieu of a cradle, Phil temporarily arranged a drawer as a bed for Baby No. 3 and set him down. Once the baby seemed safe and calm, he left to collapse on the couch.

Wilbur frowned. Where's his name? Names were important. They could be bargained with, broken, foretell fate, and be used as a lifeline if need be. You didn't just leave a child without a name.

This had to be remedied. He conjured a post-it note and a pen, and snuck over to the drawer considering the merits of different names.

Kraken? Should I name him Kraken? No, he doesn't seem like a Kraken. The child stirred once, yawning, bright blue eyes nearly opening.

His name is Tommy.

The realization hit Wilbur all at once. Tommy wasn't a particularly demonic name, but it just felt too right to pick anything else.

So, he wrote "Tommy" on the post-it note and stuck it on the blanket, hoping that Phil would think it had been there the whole time.

The baby grabbed his finger as he pulled back his hand, not letting go. Wilbur's heart wasn't melted at all. Not a bit.

"I'm going to need that back, Tommy.". Carefully, he took his finger out of the tiny hand's grasp.

"It's very nice to meet you. My name's Wilbur. I'm your guardian, Tommy, and you're going to burn down the world one day."

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At the same time, Quackity followed Eret back to their home (although mansion might be more accurate. Was the chandelier really necessary?).

They'd been planning for this for months, and anything that Quackity could worry about had already been taken care of five minutes ago. Baby No. 2 was even named quickly and with care.

The angel breathed a sigh of relief. Nothing evil could be named "Tubbo", right?

Eret disappeared to a nearby room, allowing Quackity the chance to formally meet him and Fundy's charge. He teleported down to the cradle and contemplated the kid.

"Hey, I know that this has been a long day, but I'm Quackity. Me and my friend are going to be looking after you for a few years, because Tubbo? It's up to you to save the world. Good luck."

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At the same time, Niki went back to her home.

The rain finally stopped, and she put the Nice and Accurate Prophecies back on the shelf to hold Baby No. 1, the real prophesied end of days.

I don't know if I'm ready for this. I don't know anything about being a mother, or stopping the apocalypse, but I'm expected to do both.

The child opened his eyes. They were the one usual thing about an otherwise average baby: One eye was a fiery red, while one was a leafy green. They vaguely reminded Niki of a forest fire.

She set up the cradle and cast various charms, determined to get this right.

She was so focused on protecting her son (for he was her son, now) that she didn't notice a skeletal green hand reach out of the shadows for her book and cut out select pages and phrases with a knife of bone.

Niki gently put her child down, already full of intense care for him.

You're going to be okay. I don't know about heaven or hell or any of those idiots, but I can promise you one thing, Ranboo: I'll make sure you're safe. I swear it.

Hope you enjoyed!

#dream smp #dsmp #good omens au #fan fiction #writing #beware the drafts of march #ranboo #wilbur soot #schlatt #fundy #quackity #badboyhalo #tommyinnit #georgenotfound #philza minecraft

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Blind Date Part 3

A/N: Thanks to everyone who made it this far on my first Baze fic! :) I hope you like Part 3!

Warnings: None

Words: 2,379

Moodboard made by @badwolf-in-the-impala, none of the pictures are ours

They rode as many rides as their tickets allowed before deciding on riding the Ferris Wheel after dinner, then made their way back to the front of the pier and got a table for two at Bubba Gump’s. They were seated outside and by the railing which made Taddie extremely happy. She glanced over the menu, quickly deciding on what she wanted, then shrugged off her jacket and gazed out over the beach and the water as Baze asked their waiter a few questions. He glossed over his menu before the silence truly registered and he looked up, over the menu, at Taddie. A small smile touched his lips.

Taddie leaned her chin in her hand and had a content smile on her face as her eyes bounced around, taking in the scenery. She slid her fingers through her hair and her curls resettled. In doing so, she tucked more of her hair behind her ear and Baze caught a glimpse of silver at the tip of her ear. As his smirk grew a little more, he lowered the menu and said, “Is that a cartilage piercing?”

Taddie turned to him and her hand shot up to her ear. With a soft laugh, she nodded, twisting the jewelry around for a moment, and said, “Yeah. I’ve had it for a long time. Christmas 2011, I think?”

Baze let out a brief, low whistle, then chuckled. “Nothing else pierced?” He asked, letting his eyes casually roam her face. Taddie shook her head and said, with a shrug, “Nope. Just the cartilage and two on each lobe. I kind of want my nose pierced though? But I’m terrified that I’ll accidentally rip it out and just the thought of that hurts.”

Taddie smirked as Baze let out a short laugh. “Yeah, I’ve ripped out a few earrings. I can’t imagine ripping it out of my nose.” He chuckled. Taddie nodded and wrinkled her nose slightly, then smiled. Their waiter soon returned with the answers to one of Baze’s questions and took their drink and appetizer orders.

“Double whiskey on the rocks and...Just the garlic bread to start with.” Baze said, giving the waiter a polite smile before looking at Taddie. At the mention of garlic bread, Taddie couldn’t help it as her eyes shot up to him and she tried not to smirk too hard.

“And for you, miss?” The waiter asked, turning to Taddie. With a brief lick of her lips, she looked away from Baze, up to the waiter and smiled, sweetly.

“Um...A glass of Moscato, please? And a water. Thank you.” She said. The waiter jotted it down and smiled at them both.

“Perfect. I’ll be right back with your drinks and your bread. And if you need anything, be sure to use the sign!” He said, giving a little hop and pointing two finger guns at the ‘Run, Forest, Run’ license plate sign at the end of the table. Taddie chuckled as he walked away then closed her menu and sat back, looking over at Baze.

“So, did Thea tell you I am a low key bread whore or am I just that obvious?” Taddie asked with a giggle. Baze smirked, letting out a soft snicker and shook his head, saying, “Nah, actually I was ordering for me. Did you want some?”

His smirk grew as Taddie laughed and kicked out her foot at him, gently. “Rude. Just because I’m a girl doesn’t mean I don’t eat. I have the munchies just like any other stoner.” She shot back. Now Baze laughed, sitting back and shaking his head, lightly. Taddie smirked and nudged his foot before pulling her legs back and crossing them at the ankle. Baze watched her, cocking his head to the side, slightly, then said, “How long have you known Thea?”

Taddie puckered her lips then exhale through them as she sat back. “God...All our lives? She’s actually my cousin and we’re as close as sisters.” She said with a soft chuckle. Baze raised an eyebrow and leaned forward, resting his forearms on the edge of the table.

“Really? How did I never hear about you before tonight then?” He asked with a soft chuckle. Taddie shrugged and chuckled, softly.

“I mean, she doesn’t go blasting my shit around, but I’m sure she has mentioned me in a few stories about when she was younger. We were really wild back in the day.” Taddie said with a giggle. “But she might have called me Theo. My full name is Theodora.”

“Theodora? Really?” Baze asked with a chuckle. Taddie tilted her head and gave him a look with a tight smile on her face. She couldn’t help her giggle as she said, “Are you making fun of me? Theodora is a badass name.”

“No! No, it is. It is. I just wasn’t expecting that.” Baze said. Taddie narrowed her eyes at him briefly before the look faded away and she chuckled.

“What did you think Taddie was short for?” She asked, shifting in her seat to sit forward. Baze shrugged and said, “Dunno. Only thing I could think of is some little kid called you ‘Taddie’ instead of ‘Addie’?” When Taddie shook her head, Baze added, “So what made the change from Theo to Taddie?”

“Well, everyone mixed us up all the time; Me and Thea. I wanted to start going by Thea, but I started living with her when we were 16, so that pretty much flew out the window.” Taddie said with a laugh. She gave a shrug and said, “I dunno, I was at school one day and some kid was tossing out nicknames and he came up with Thaddie, it stuck but people dropped the ‘H’ and started calling me Taddie.”

“I like Taddie. It’s different. It’s cool.” Baze said, his voice a little lower and softer. A soft blush formed on Taddie’s cheeks as she fought her smile from growing. Thankfully, the waiter returned with their drinks and set the basket of bread on the table. After giving their order, the waiter left and Baze grabbed his glass, lifting it for a toast. Taddie chuckled and picked up her glass, touching it to his.

“What are we toasting to?” She asked, leaving her hand there, waiting. Baze chuckled and gave a small shrug, saying, “Blind dates? Sneaky friends who may actually know what they’re doing?”

“Oh? So tonight is going well?” Taddie teased, pulling her glass from his and to her lips to take a sip. Baze nodded as he took a drink and set the glass down.

“I think so...What about you?” He asked, watching her. Taddie nodded and smiled as she set her glass down. “I think so too.”

She crossed her arms on the table and leaned closer. Baze smirked and met her halfway, gently planting a kiss on her lips. Taddie giggled and slid her tongue over her lower lip then sucking it between her teeth, slightly, as he leaned away a little from her. Baze chuckled and picked up his glass for another drink before grabbing a piece of bread and ripping off a bite and chewing for a moment. Taddie shifted and placed one on her plate as well, then said, “Okay, I want to hear one of your stories now. I mean, while I’m a fan of Colson’s, I’ve seen some of the KellyVisions...Through no will of my own…So, I haven’t really seen them.”

Baze snickered softly and looked up at her. “Thea make you watch them?” He asked. Taddie nodded as she took a bite of her bread, quickly chewing and swallowing before she answered, “She’s been in love with Rook since she first found you guys. It took me a while for me to come around on you guys because she wouldn’t shut the fuck up about y’all.” She gave a giggle before adding, “But I came around. Anything she found funny or if we were bored in our apartment one night; it didn’t matter. I would spend like 2-3 hours watching videos with her and smoking. It was just...A thing we did.”

Baze laughed almost choking as he took another drink. Taddie took a sip of her wine and smirked. “I’m serious,” She said, taking another before setting the glass down. “It was quite ridiculous, I’m actually relieved she’s dating him.”

“Honestly, so are we. I don’t know what kind of hold Thea has on him, but, my boy has calmed down a lot in the last several months.” Baze chuckled, finishing the last bite of his garlic bread. “Well, there’s a lot of shit that happens on tour. We’d be here for several days.”

“She showed me a few spots of a video when you guys got caught in a hurricane in Mexico?” Taddie posited, picking up a second slice of bread and eating it. Baze snickered and shook his head, scratching at his beard before stroking it gently.

“Ah, shit. That was a long time ago. Shit was wild. Thought about eating Rook at one point.” He snickered. Taddie rolled her eyes and said, with a chuckle, “That was one of the parts Thea showed me.”

With a smirk, Baze nodded and said, “We were on the beach when we got the notice there was a hurricane. We were dumb and didn’t leave so we got caught in it kinda.” Baze chuckled to himself, remembering, as he said, “Kells and Rook got way too heated about a game of pool.”

Taddie gave a shrug and said, “It didn’t surprise me honestly.” She laughed, softly, and added, “I mean from what I know and what Thea showed me, y’all are wild.”

“Oh, yeah. Anything goes, honestly. That’s why it was brought up to eat Rook.” Baze said, picking up his glass as he gave her a wide toothy grin that made her chuckle. After taking a sip, he smacked his lips lightly and said, “Nah, we lost power that morning though. Almost the entire night too. Came back on late.”

“And you conveniently left out the newscast?” Taddie asked, trying to hide her smirk in her glass as she took another sip. Baze smirked and said, “She showed you that?”

“Um, it was almost immediately after the ‘eating Rook’ bit.” Taddie said, in a mock defensive tone, then giggled. Baze shook his head.

“Some wild shit happens with us, honey. At least Thea knew what she was in for.” Baze said, sitting back. Taddie shrugged and said, “I’ve heard some stories, so I wouldn’t be surprised at the shit y’all get into.”

Baze chuckled and said, “What about you, then? What do you do for work?” His eyes were fixed on her. Watching her as she smiled and looked away, a soft pink tinting her cheeks. With his eyes on her, he reached for a piece of bread the same time she had looked away to reach for one. When their hands collided gently in the basket, their eyes shot over at their hands, then back to each other with a twin chuckle.

“Well, I’m a photographer.” Taddie started, her fingers finding the edge of the bread and grabbing it. Baze’s hand slid over hers slowly before grabbing a piece and moving it to his plate quickly. Taddie blinked once, quickly glancing down at her plate as she set the bread down, then looked back up at him and said, “I actually work with Thea. Sometimes she has make-up gigs and her clients are okay with a quick photoshoot, both for them and for us. Or I’ll have a photoshoot and they request make-up and Thea tags along, I charge for Thea and we split what we get.”

“Effective.” Baze said with a chuckle. “You guys have your own business or just freelance?”

“Mainly freelance. But a few times a year one of us will be contracted for an event or a wedding or a shower or something. Just depending on the job, we’ll work it together.” She said with a smile. “It’s actually quite a relief I get to work with her. She knows me so well, it’s just easy for the most part. And that’s when we give our quality work.”

With an understanding nod as he set down his glass, Baze said, “It’s a hell of a lot easier working with someone who knows how you work. Takes the stress away.” Taddie let her head hang back as she let out a soft groan and said, “It’s the worst when you’re alone on a project and there’s some bitch who thinks she knows better because she has model experience.”

Baze laughed as she adopted an affected accent at the end. “That’s the worst, honestly. Like, bro, do you want to do my job or me? What are you paying me for? What are we doing here, my guy?” Baze said, acting out with his hands. A giggle fit descended over Taddie as she finished off the rest of her wine.

“It’s one of the reasons I refuse to go back to portrait studio work.” Taddie said, scrunching up her face at the thought. She shook her head and with a sigh, she said, “It’s basically retail and customer service. I broke down twice during my first Christmas season…Stressful as fuck. Especially when we were left there alone most of the time? I made sure I was out before the second. I was not going to endure that again, no Ma’am!”

Baze chuckled and shook his head, popping the last bite into his mouth and wiping off his hands. Before he could ask anymore questions, their waiter came back with their meals, placing the plates down and clearing the bread and small plates.

“Was there anything else I can get you? A refill on the wine, Miss?” He asked, gesturing to Taddie’s empty glass. Taddie shook her head and handed it to him.

“Oh. No, thank you. I think just the one glass is fine.” Taddie said with a polite smile. The waiter smiled and took the glass, also with a smile.

“Well, if there’s anything else, don’t forget the sign.” He said, gesturing to the sign again. With a chuckle, before he walked away, the waiter added, “Enjoy your meals.”

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Arcadia or Bust (16) Corner of Main and State

"Yeah, so mom…we made it to New Jersey, and we're all safe...but the Heartstone isn't really...impressive. So, we're bringing what we found home. See you soon!" In Which Arcadia welcomes back it's underground citizens, Jim gets used to mundane life as a Troll, and drama seeks them all out like a magnet.

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I’m rewatching Trollhunters, because it’s been like a year since I watched it, and the more I listen, the less the plot of Wizards makes sense to me. Don’t get me wrong, I loved it, but there’s some lore and continuity issues. That being said, I’ll continue to write this story using Trollhunter’s lore primarily, with a sprinkle of Wizards and 3Below lore as I see fit. :)

—

Jim had been through a lot of trauma in his life. At least since becoming the Trollhunter. But nothing was as jarring as looking down to his chest and seeing his ribcage, muscles, and heart beating.

They had taken the amulet from where it was nestled, and in return, left the gaping hole wide open, oozing with blood, and exposed. Could trolls get infections? Because humans certainly could, and this was just asking for infection.

He had been lying here alone for a few hours now. It was hard to tell exactly how long in the vast passage of time while drenched in pain.

When Colonel Kubritz appeared at his side, he wasn’t even surprised. Had he fallen asleep?

“How do you get this to work?” She bit. In her hand, she held the cleaned amulet, and it glowed, aching to be back with him.

“You can’t. You have to be chosen by it. Even if I die, it will pick someone else. And it might not be you.”

She slapped him for that, but it looked like it hurt her more than him, by the wince on her face. “Don’t give me that crap. Tell me how to work it!”

“Just speak the incantation inscribed.”

“We already tried that.”

He shrugged. “That’s all it is.”

She narrowed her eyes. “Teach me to use it, and I’ll let you go home.”

Jim sighed. It was pointless, but he may as well try.

—

Claire rang the doorbell at the designated house.

A surly man opened the door. “Yeah? What do you want? No solicitors! Unless you’re a girl scout…no, you’re too old. Are you with the tamale lady?”

“Hello sir, I’m not here to sell anything, I actually came to ask about the car you had totaled a few days ago.”

“Are you here to hunt down that devil that flipped my baby?!” He gestured to the smashed in car in the driveway. It looked drivable, but one bump away from death.

“Not quite...I’m actually here to fix it.”

“Fix it? You want to fix that? My mechanic couldn’t even fix it! And you want to! What are you, 15?”

“17, actually.”

“I doubt you have the experience for this, little lady.”

“Oh, I’m not a mechanic, I’m a sorceress.”

“A what now?”

“Sorceress, a witch! Do I have permission to fix your truck?”

“Girlie, if you can fix my truck, I’ll owe you a huge favor.”

“I was hoping you’d say that!” With a little skip, Claire went over to the truck and rested her hands on the hood. “Ad initium redire...” Her hands glowed purple, and pulsed against the metal, making it groan. Then it began to twist and crunch, popping out dents and welding pieces back together.

The old man stood in shock as his beloved truck knit back together, and when she was done, it was in perfect condition.

“How did—where did you—?!” He rounded the car, circling it like a vulture. “It’s perfect! You even took out that bump from years ago! You’re a miracle worker, girlie!”

Claire fell on her butt on the driveway, dizzy and winded. “Glad to help.”

“You alright?”

“Just a little winded. I’m still getting used to using magic, especially without a staff. It’s exhausting.”

“Well why don’t you take a seat up on the porch instead of the road? I’ll get you a beer.”

“I’m seventeen.”

“You’ve earned it!”

Claire chuckled to herself and climbed to her feet. She followed the man up his steps and took a seat on the porch swing while he went inside.

Only a minute later, he returned with beers in hand. “Here you are darlin’. Summertime ale. I’m partial to dark ale myself, but my neighbor got me this pale ale. It’s pretty good! You have a favorite?”

Claire took a sip and tried to hide the grimace. “I don’t really get to drink very often, unless it’s a special occasion.”

“Right right, we’ll keep it our little secret. Now then, I owe you a favor. You just saved me a whole chunk of change and a basket of anxiety. You must have something in mind since you offered?” He suddenly sat up straight. “Oh god, you don’t want my soul do you?”

Claire snorted. “No no, you can keep your soul! Don’t know what I would do with it anyways...You know the boy that damaged your truck in the first place?”

“I only saw a glimpse of him, that blue devil? What about him?”

“He’s actually my boyfriend, and he’s really very sweet and usually not like this. But he was...fed something he shouldn’t have had and it made him go berserk.”

“Crying shame.”

“I’ll say! So the army came in and took him away! They wouldn’t listen to us at all!”

“So what do you want me to do about it?”

“We are going to run a campaign to get him out. Hopefully, if we get enough attention on the issue, they’ll let him go.”

“Oh, I gotcha.”

“So if you could just...spread the truth around town? He’s actually the one that stopped that troll invasion back at the beginning of summer.”

The man looked surprised at that. “No kidding, that was him? Well, he’s a local hero! He’s been talked about a lot since then! Sure I’ll set the record straight! What’s this kid’s name?”

“Jim Lake Jr.”

“Got it! Don’t worry, I’ll bring it up at the lodge, and the rotary, and the chess club...”

—

The phone was ringing, he had been successfully patched through. Strickler sat in his office after hours, wanting to make the call as private as possible.

“Stricklander, I haven’t heard from you since the fall of the Janus order. What reason have you called on me?”

“Can’t I just call an old friend to catch up?”

“You? No.”

Walt cracked a smile. “Fine. I need a favor.”

“Changeling to changeling, or school principal to army general?”

“The latter, actually.”

The man on the other line laughed. “Color me intrigued.”

“You know of the human Trollhunter, correct?”

“Just what you wrote in your dossier, a human male, 16 years old, lives in Arcadia Oaks, California, turned half-troll by the wizard Merlin. Responsible for the death of Bular and Gunmar. Quite a remarkable young soul. Is there anything else to know?”

“He’s been captured by the United States Army.”

The man let out half a chuckle. “Captured? What dumb trouble did he get into?”

“His deadbeat father left out some cocaine for the boy to find, he thought it was trash, and ate it.”

Distantly on the other line, there was laughter, a strong bark of laughter that lasted far too long. When he came back, he was calm. “How unfortunate.”

“He’s a good kid. Why would there be a kilogram of cocaine in the trash anyways? I fail to see the humor in the situation.”

“Of course. So, I assume, he went on a rampage following his meal, and then attracted the attention of some of us?”

“So you haven’t heard about it?”

“Not where I’m stationed. But give me a moment.” The line went silent, only a very distant and quiet tapping of keys on a keyboard being tapped. Then the man returned. “I’m glad you told me about this. This incident hasn’t been reported to our database. That shows evidence of misconduct. Did you get the name of the commanding officer responsible, by chance?”

“Colonel Kubritz, I believe.”

More typing. “Area 49-B.”

“That name was also passed around.”

“Technically not my jurisdiction, and since she didn’t report it, I’m not supposed to know about it.”

“I’m afraid you will officially know about it soon.”

“Oh?”

“His friends and family, myself included, are going to put on a protest for his freedom. Drawing attention to the situation.”

That echoing laughter was back again.

“It wasn’t my idea, in case you were wondering.”

“I know, you wouldn’t come up with something so bold. Regardless, go ahead in through with it. I’ll make sure whatever protest happens gets brought to my superior’s attention, and then I will take it from there.”

“Thanks. I will owe you one.”

“Oh come now, Walter, we Changelings that survived the Fall of the Janus order have to stick together. Besides, I heard rumors that you’re caring for my familiar?”

“He’s still in the cradle stone, and the moment. One baby at a time, for now.”

“Then we’re even. Besides, this is the most interesting thing that’s happened in a while. I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

“Your kindness is refreshing. I’m glad Gunmar didn’t eat you.”

“Gee, thanks.”

“We’ll be in touch then, Samuel.”

“Of course, Walter.”

—

“How goes the car repair?” Asked Merlin, as he met up with Toby and Claire in the park.

“Ugh, exhausting. First I stopped at the mechanics, and they’re still backed up with fixing other cars. Apparently, Gunmar’s army did a number and backed them up for months. But they gave me the names of all the clients who got totaled from Jim. I had to hit the scrap yard for four of them, and I just finished another two in driveways.”

“How many does that leave you with?”

“Seven more,” she sighed. “How goes the road work?”

“It goes. Now come along, there’s someone I’d like you to meet.” He didn’t wait for them to follow as he turned and started walking away.

Sharing a dubious look, Toby and Claire quickly caught up with him. He led them to a bookstore, where a young man was sweeping outside.

“Hisirdoux, my faithful and loyal apprentice—“

“You're damn straight I’m loyal!” He shouted. “Where have you been? I’ve been cleaning tables for the last 900 years!”

“Calm yourself boy, I’m here now, aren’t I? And I need your help.”

“Finally! What is it? Just say the word!”

“I need you to go with Miss Claire Nuñez and help her restore recently smashed vehicles.”

“What?”

“Or, you can repair street damage.”

Douxie crossed his arms. “What is this? I saw what happened! There were trolls, and evidence of Morgana! And now you need my help? To clean up, several months later?”

“That is correct.”

“Why didn’t you call for me back then?!”

“I forgot.”

“You forgot? About me?”

“Oh come now, don’t take it personally. I was busy trying to prepare the Trollhunter to fight Gunmar. And get my magic back from Morgana.”

Douxie seemed to become more sympathetic at that. “Morgana stole your magic?”

“Yes, but it’s all in the past now. Everything is fine. Well, not really. Seems that the US Army has declared the Trollhunter as a menace to society. We must get the trust of the city on our side if we are to get them to trust us, and agree that his capture is unjust.”

“Please,” said Claire. “We need all the help we can get.”

Douxie sighed. “Alright. Afterwards, you’re training me again.” He gave Merlin a hard look. “And no amateur magic either. I’ve been doing the same drills for 900 years. I think I’m ready for more advanced work.”

“Oh, you will be. Starting with helping Miss Nuñez field her shadow magic.”

Douxie looked at her, in awe. “You’re practicing shadow magic? Truly?”

“It’s a recent development…”

“She took Morgana’s Skathe-Hrün, and wielded it without any training. Because of that she has a tether to Morgana in the Shadow realm, who has been teaching her ever so slightly. I’m not allowed to train her, but she could use the guidance of a Wizard in the physical realm. Do you understand Hisirdoux?”

“I do, and I’ll be happy to teach her…I’m just…I’ll need a moment or two to digest the sentence you just said.”

“Well, don’t take too long, we have a Trollhunter to rescue!”

—

There was a heavy knock on the door, which was never a good thing. Especially nowadays.

Still, Barbara went to the door.

Standing there was Detective Scott and James Lake Sr.

“Does this belong to you?” Asked the detective.

“I don’t claim him, no.”

Her almost ex-husband smiled at her, pleadingly, “Please Babs?”

“What is he even doing out? You arrested him!”

“About that…” Detective Scott winced. “We don’t have enough to keep him on.”

“What!” She shouted. “He confessed in front of a bunch of people!”

“Which would be helpful if we had a case for a trial. But as it stands, he doesn’t actually have any drugs on him. And we don’t have a confession on tape. So…we’re shit out of luck.”

“Oh come on Louis, you know the cocaine came from him! Where else would Jim have gotten it from?”

“Look, the chief’s not thrilled that we didn’t arrest the guy responsible for trashing the town, but we’re supposed to arrest someone else without evidence?”

Barbara threw her hands up in the air. “With probable cause!”

“That doesn’t work with drug dealers. He’s clean, Barbara. All the blood tests came back clean too.”

“Ugh.”

The house shook slightly, and Barbara felt the floor bow behind her. “Is there a problem, officer?” Asked Draal.

“Nothing you can help with, Draal. Thank you.” Barbara sighed. “James is not being charged.”

“But he is a criminal, this degenerate flesh bag poisoned the Trollhunter! He should face banishment for his crimes!”

James withered a little with the glare Draal gave him.

“Well,” said Officer Scott. “Maybe you can keep an eye on him from now on. If you have evidence that he is dealing, like physical traces of cocaine on the premises, call us. But for now, there’s not much else we can do.”

“This is ludicrous.”

“I know, I’m sorry Barbara. How is Jim?”

She frowned. “You haven’t heard? The army came and collected him from the hospital!”

Louis sputtered. “The army came?!”

“Yes!”

“Where were they when Gunmar was terrorizing us?” He scoffed. “Again, sorry Barbara, I can’t help you here.”

“It’s alright. We’ve got a plan.”

“Love to hear it, but I’ve got to get back to the office. I’m sure Toby will tell Darci, and she’ll tell me. Good luck!” And he left James on the porch.

“Babs, I’m sorry…”

“Save it.” Barbara scoffed, but allowed him in the house.

Draal never took his eyes off the man.

“Well, you’ll be happy to know I have no more supply. And after Rudy found out what happened to my last Kilo, she’s not getting anymore for me. So…”

“I’ll have to thank Jim for keeping a kilogram of Cocaine off the streets of Arcadia. We have a fairly low rate of drug use around here, and we don’t need you to ruin people’s lives.”

James sighed, knowing he had dodged a huge bullet by being let off the hook. He’d rather deal with his wife than with his ex-associates in jail any day. “I think I’ve still ruined people’s lives anyway.” He walked into the living room, only to halt at the signs on the table.

Release Jim Lake Jr.

Justice for Jim

Let Lake Go!

“Babs, what is all this?”

“That’s part of our plan to free Jim! I’m friends with the councilwoman, and she suggested that we campaign for his release. Bringing a lot of unwanted attention onto his capture will stir the government to let him go!”

James jutted out his jaw, a sign of barely concealed rage. An expression Barbara had grown very used to in the last few months. “So, you’re going to put his name—my name in the news? You’re going to broadcast what city we live in?”

“Yes.”

He whirled on her, grabbing her arm. “Babs, people are looking for me! Horrible, mean, and ruthless people! If you put his name out there, they’ll know where to look!”

“All the better! Then they can come take you off my hands!”

“You don’t understand! I owe them a lot of money, and they’ll take it anyway they can! That includes extorting you, Jim, and whoever else they connect with me!”

Draal stepped in, removing his hand from Barbara’s arm. “This house is under my protection. If anyone dare tries to enter, they will be dealt with swiftly.”

“You don’t know what these men are capable of.”

“I assure you, I’ve decimated armies of flesh bags in my day. These men are no different.”

Barbara smiled. “If you’re really that scared, I hear Vermont is lovely this time of year.”

James just narrowed his eyes, before storming out of the room.

—

The first rally took place from 3pm to dusk, starting from after school, and leading up to when Trolls would be able to participate. Granted, it was only a handful of people, but standing in the middle of downtown did garner a lot of attention. More than a dozen people walking past had stopped to ask about the cause. They were then given a short synopsis of the situation, as it pertained to them:

“Jim is a 16 year old student who was chosen by the trolls to be our protector. He willingly gave up his humanity to defeat Gunmar the Black, the monstrous troll that attacked the city at the beginning of the summer. Now, he looks like a troll, and was sabotaged to go into a rage and damage the city. The US army took him away without a trial! He’s a hero to the city, and deserves fair treatment!”

Reactions ranged from:

“Oh, he stopped that thing?”

To:

“Oh my god! He’s just a child!”

Overwhelmingly, there was no negative feedback, at least in person. But it was only day one.

—

“This daylight...is it significant?” The colonel asked, as she circled his table.

“It’s just a name.” Jim lied. “A sword with a name is stronger than one without.��

“Interesting. Interesting indeed. According to my notes, trolls turn to stone in daylight. Any correlation there?”

So she already knew? Then what was the point? Was she just playing with him?

“I’m the Trollhunter, and I fight bad trolls. It would make sense to name my sword after something they’re afraid of.”

She hummed. “And what about you?”

“What about me?”

“Are you afraid of daylight?”

“Why would I be?”

The colonel laughed. “Oh Jim Lake Jr. You’re the worst liar I’ve ever met. You are honest and forthcoming with truths that work in your favor. You freely told me of your transformation, and of your victory against a Troll tyrant. But now that I’m edging on the topic of your weakness, you clam up and give me vague answers. I can do this all day, beast. What does daylight do to you?”

“Nothing. It doesn’t do anything to me.”

“Really? Even as a troll? That’s interesting.”

“It’s fortunate.”

“I would say so. Though, now you’ve got me curious. These burns on your skin…where did they come from?” She dragged her fingernail over one of the dark marks.

Jim winced. “I don’t know. I wasn’t aware in my rage state.”

“Then you won’t mind if I find out for myself?” She crooked a finger towards the shadows. Jim could hear the creak of wheels before a lamp with several fixtures was wheeled forward.

“Oh no…”

“UV lights, all different wattages. Let’s see what works the best, hmm?”

—

ARCADIA TRIBUNE

Justice for Jim

By Nadja Chamack

Who is Jim Lake Jr. anyway? This is a question I asked myself as I drove downtown three days ago. No doubt, you’ve seen the crowd of students and teachers holding signs on the corner of Main and State Street. It’s pretty hard to miss, quite honestly. Among the students, there’s also Councilwoman Nuñez, and resident Troll Mascot, ARRRGH! Signs range from ‘Justice for Jim’ to ‘Free our Lake’.

But who is Jim Lake Jr.? And what happened? A precursory search on my end showed only a scant few facts. Jim is a student at Arcadia Highschool, in his Junior year. He was nominated as Spring Fling King last year, and played the part of Romeo in the school play. His criminal record seemed pretty clean too. A misdemeanor for scratching a rental scooter was all that showed up. But hey, who hasn’t done that?

So I went to the source, his family and friends campaigning for him. On Saturday, the group was downtown, campaigning all day long, so I had the chance to interview each and every person about why they were there.

Turns out, Jim Lake Jr. might be the most amazing person in Arcadia.

From his mother, Dr. Barbara Lake, I learned that Jim is an Arcadia native, born and raised here. He enjoys cooking gourmet food, working on his vespa, and acting.

Oh, and he’s the first human Trollhunter.

What? You’ve never heard of a Trollhunter? Me neither. But Barbara and Blinky, another resident Troll, gave me the scoop.

You all remember that night at the beginning of the summer that we all promised not to talk about? Well, I’m going to talk about it. In fact, I’m here to give you all the answers you’ve been craving.

Many months before that fateful night, a new Trollhunter was chosen, after the previous one had perished. “The Trollhunter is chosen according to his mettle, by the amulet of the Trollhunter, as created by Merlin, the wizard of Arthurian legend. Jim was chosen after the fall of Kanjigar, his predecessor. Jim is the first human to be chosen, also the smallest and weakest. But, he was the first to defeat Bular, son of Gunmar!” Said his mentor, Blinky. None of this made any sense to me at first, though it was said with great enthusiasm.

It turns out, the trolls that we’ve gotten used to seeing around town, mostly ARRRGH, are ‘good’ trolls. The bad trolls, ‘Gum-gums’ are what invaded our town and destroyed my car. The Trollhunter’s whole job is to fight off these bad trolls, and gnomes, and goblins, and everything else that goes bump in the night. And so he did. The Gum-Gums invaded from the ‘Darklands’, being led by a fearsome troll named Gunmar the Black, the Skullcrasher, the Dark Lord…he had a lot of names, and it was obviously a bad dude. Gunmar had plans to invade the whole world by blotting out the sun, a.k.a the eclipse we saw. And he would have gotten away for it too, if it weren’t for those meddling kids!

Mainly Jim Lake Jr. and his friends.

And how does a sixteen year old defeat a couple millennia old, bloodthirsty, all powerful tyrant? With a fancy sword? Close. With some magical armor? Closer. By giving up a part of his humanity and becoming a half-human, half-troll hybrid? Now you’re getting it! Yes, to protect Arcadia, to protect us, Jim Lake Jr. allowed himself to be changed. You may have seen him around town. Blue skin, big horns...okay, I just described most of the trolls that are around here.

“Jim works the night shift at my store,” said Stu Harding, owner of Thrifty Furnishings. “He’s a very hard worker, and always willing to do the heavy lifting that is hard for the other employees to do.”

“Despite his appearance, Jim ultimately decided to attend school,” said Principal Walter Strickler. “After the school found out about why he had missed so many days of school, they were willing to move him onto the next grade to be with his peers. He was a good student before all this, and he fought really hard to keep his grades up regardless. We felt he should still have the opportunity to graduate. We were looking forward to having him on our football team, and in our spring production of Beauty and the Beast.”

So what happened to Jim? And why is there such a big campaign for his freedom?

Well, the truth is that Jim is a victim of unfortunate circumstances. In more ways than one, obviously. Trolls eat our trash. That’s why Arcadia has such a small carbon footprint! (Be sure to thank ARRRGH next time you see him!) And this trait was adopted by Jim too, when he was transformed.

“He just picked a bunch of items out of the trash. Cans, an old sock, and what looked like a VHS wrapped in duct tape,” said Jim’s best friend, Toby Dolmzalski. “It was a normal lunch for him. But right in the middle of gym class, he turned crazy town banana pants and took off! I had never seen Jim act like that! Ever!”

After an 8 hour rage through town, Jim collapsed and was taken to the hospital for evaluation. It turns out what Jim had ingested turned out to be a kilogram of pure cocaine!

At this time, it is unknown where the cocaine came from, or if it was planted purposefully. (Seriously, who throws away a kilogram of cocaine?)

But the damage that Jim caused was extensive enough to catch the attention of the US army, who has taken Jim into captivity from the hospital. No trial, no rights, they even took him while he was unconscious. His friends and family have not heard from him since.

“I’m so worried,” said girlfriend, Claire Nuñez. “He was injured from the battle with Gunmar, and didn’t completely heal. In the hospital, he was covered in burns from the sun. I have no idea if they’re caring for him properly, or dissecting him like some creature. But he deserves so much better than this. He saved our town, he saved my life, and the life of my baby brother. That’s why we won’t rest until he’s home!”

“Not bad,” said ARRRGH, long time friend of Jim. “Good troll have bad days, best trolls have worse days. Jim need some good days.”

Couldn’t have said it better myself, ARRRGH.

Friends and family of Jim are asking everyone share #JusticeforJim on social media, hoping to get the attention of someone in charge. All the damage caused by Jim has been repaired, and there were no casualties from his attack.

Of course, the whole ‘troll’ aspect of this story has to be a local legend. So when sharing it to social media, kindly leave that part out.

—

“C-Bomb!” Mary shouted from the other end of the hall. She came running and almost crashed into Claire and Toby, holding her phone up in the air. “My twitter feed is blowing up, girl! Look at all of this!” She held the screen up so they could see.

“Citizen abducted by the government, is this China or North Korea? Neither! It’s the US! #JusticeforJim”

“Imagine if this was your son. So sad, and so scary! #JusticeforJim”

“This is real life, not science fiction #JusticeforJim”

“Whoa, where did these all come from?” Asked Claire. “What did you post?”

“Did you know Snapper Karr did a report on it!?”

“Snapper Karr? From KTTV in LA?”

“Yes! Thankfully, he left out the whole troll thing. I’ll send you a link. In his story, Jim is just a kid that has a rare genetic disorder that makes him look different, and so the government took him away!”

Claire winced. “This is…kind of spiraling out of control.”

“I don’t know why you’re worrying, Claire,” said Darci. “We want people talking about Jim getting abducted. It doesn’t matter if the world outside Arcadia doesn’t have all the facts. They still know he’s been taken away without a trial, and that’s all that’s important. Besides, Jim doesn’t want the whole world knowing about Trolls, right?”

She nodded. “As long as this works, I’ll be happy.”

“And sensationalist stories like this blow up for like a week, and then they die out and are forgotten. This won’t last.” Mary waved her hand. “It should work long enough to get Jimmy Jam out though.” Then she squealed. “OMG you know what we should do?! We should totally have a welcome home party! Or-or a parade! Like they have for veterans!”

“Mary, I don’t think—“

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it! You’re not the only one with ties to the city!” And she hurried off, texting frantically.

“What’s up Claire? I would have thought you’d be ecstatic the hashtag went viral.” Asked Toby.

“Don’t get me wrong, I am happy. And I’m happy that Snapper Karr chalked the troll thing up to local legend or superstition…but I can’t help but worry that something bad is going to come out of this.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know. It’s just a gut feeling.” She scoffed and went to her locker. “It’s dumb, don’t worry about it.”

No sooner had she said that, did Strickler appear. “Claire, Toby, come with me.”

“What?”

“I’ve already spoken with your teachers, now come along.”

Claire and Toby shared a look, but followed regardless.

—

They were led to the parking lot, where a black van with tinted windows waited, a huge red flag, if there ever was one.

“Umm…” said Toby.

“Don’t worry.” Strickler assured.

A man in an army uniform stepped out of the driver seat. “Walter, good to see you again.”

“Glad to see you as well, Samuel. And thank you for following through with your promise.”

“As I said, this is the most interesting thing to happen in a while.” He glanced at the two teenagers in attendance. “We’re just waiting for his mother, correct?”

“She should be here soon.”

Toby muttered to Claire, “Who’s Jorgen Von Strangle over here?”

“No idea.”

And just like that, Barbara pulled into the parking lot, haphazardly parked, and ran over to them, still in her scrubs. “I came as soon as I could! We’re going to get Jim?!”

“What?!” Screamed Toby. “We’re rescuing him?!”

“That is the goal,” the man answered. “I’m General Samuel Attila. I’ve been given authorization to intervene in this situation, given that this project, whatever it is, hasn’t been officially recorded. But, bear in mind, you may not like what you see. We may be bringing home Jim, or just his body. I don’t know. So if anyone is uncomfortable with that idea, I suggest you stay behind.”

“I’m going,” Said Toby. “No matter what.”

“Me too,” said Claire. “It’ll hurt, but I want to know what happened to him.”

“Alright, then let’s hurry. The facility is about an hour away.” He ushered everyone into the van, which had two front seats, two benches along the walls, and a gurney in the middle. As soon as everyone was buckled, they headed out.

“Hey, if you know Mr. Strickler, does that mean you’re a…?”

“A what, Toby?” Asked Walt, with a hint of amusement in his tone.

“A…man of culture?”

“Yes, I am a changeling.”

Toby exhaled. “Okay, it’s like super hard to ask that question when you don’t know who knows, you know?”

“I owe the Trollhunter a debt of gratitude for stopping Gunmar. After he ate the entirety of the Janus order, we the few that weren’t present for his return stayed in hiding. Had Gunmar taken over the world, my death as a traitor would have been slow and painful. We were thinking about sending him a thoughtful gift basket, but I think this is more fun. I love to bully those in lower ranks. The fleshbags get a few pretty badges and think they’re invincible. I love watching them cower!”

Toby leaned closer to Claire. “He was so nice and helpful, I was beginning to wonder if he was actually a changeling.”

“Same! But I actually feel better knowing he’s got ulterior motives, and that they have nothing to do with us.”

“Have you heard from Nomura lately?” Samuel asked Walter.

“She was in Arcadia for a while. She helped with the fight with Gunmar. Right now, I believe she’s on her way back from New Jersey.”

“New Jersey? What was she doing out there?”

“After Morgana and Gunmar destroyed the Heartstone, Jim and Blinky went in search of a new one.”

“Oh, yes. I forgot there were rumors of a source in New Jersey. Did they find it?”

“Yep,” said Claire. “But it wasn’t very big, so we brought it back to Arcadia in a truck. The rest of the tribe is making their way back on foot.”

“Ah, that explains it.” Samuel nodded. “You’re both very lucky. Not many Changeling’s are allowed in Trollmarket.”

“Now that Gunmar’s out of the picture, I’m sure you could visit too!” Toby exclaimed, before getting elbowed in the gut by Claire.

“It’d be nice to see it once. I’m sad I didn’t get to see the Heartstone in its glory, but such is life.”

The rest of the ride continued in relative silence. Strickler and Samuel spoke to each other, mostly catching up. But Toby, Claire, and Barbara were far too anxious to keep up with the conversation.

There were no windows in the back of the vehicle, so there was no way of knowing where they were. From the front, they looked to be in a weaving forest trail.

Then there were huge cement walls in front of them.

Samuel pulled in the front gate.

The man at the gate didn’t look up from his computer. “You’re not authorized to be here.”

“Excuse me?”

“I don’t recognize your vehicle, so I know you don’t have clearance.”

Samuel sat up a little straighter, glaring at the soldier at the gate. “How about you scan my badge first, and then tell me if I have clearance, Lieutenant.”

The soldier gave a little shrug and reached out for the badge, his eyes widening as he caught a glance at the four stars on the man’s shoulder. “Oh.”

“Problem?”

“No, sir. I just…I don’t need to scan your badge, you can go in.”

“Thank you. At ease soldier.”

Toby held back a snicker.

“And, let Colonel Kubritz know she has company.”

“Yes sir.”

“As you were.”

The gate rolled open, and they pulled through.

It seemed like Samuel’s message was received pretty quickly, because the woman that had taken Jim was waiting for them, flanked by soldiers with strange weapons.

“Stay in the car.” He told everyone, before getting out.

“I was not aware of any sort of inspection. You are not my commanding general, and therefore not welcome here. This facility holds highly dangerous equipment and confidential projects.”

“Stand down, Colonel. I am here on behalf of general Adele. I’m here to recover Jim Lake Jr. General Adele will be speaking to you about your discharge.”

“What are you talking about?” She demanded.

“You kidnapped a teenage boy from a hospital. Surely you didn’t think that wouldn’t go unnoticed? I have video evidence of you leaving the hospital with him.”

“He’s not a normal boy—“

“I’d say so! His whole town is hailing him as a hero for saving them from an invasion! I thought this facility was for research on protecting Earth from invaders. And you’re punishing a boy for saving a town?”

“He also destroyed it. Don’t give into their little campaign. Jim Lake Jr. may have done something good once, but that doesn’t stop him from being a monster.”

“I was just in Arcadia, Colonel. There is no damage. There’s no lawsuits against Jim Lake Jr. There’s not even any pending arrests.”

“I have video evidence of his destruction!” She barked.

“Then let the local police handle it.”

She growled, then commanded her men to stand down. “Fine. But if he does this again, no one will stop me from taking him.”

“Actually,” he clarified with a smirk. “You’re being discharged. So you won’t have any means to take him again.”

Her mouth opened in shock, as she fought to find an argument.

But he was a general, he was above her.

“Now, Jim Lake Jr.?”

She grumbled something and started off towards a big central building.

Samuel was quick to beckon the others out of the car to follow him, and headed towards the same building as Kubritz.

When Barbara reached them, she spoke, “you didn’t hurt my son, did you?”

Kubritz didn’t even look at her. “I don’t have to share information with civilians.”

Claire clenched her fists in anger, a black haze coming over her hands.

But Toby simply patted her on the back to ground her.

Colonel Kubritz led them through the research facility, ignoring their questions.

They reached the room Jim was being held in, and she entered her code to open the door.

Of course, Jim wasn’t the only thing in the room, being surrounded by specimens of all sorts of living creatures, but he was right in the center, with a spot light right on him.

“Jim!” Claire shouted first as she ran to him.

The poor boy was naked, lying on his back and strapped to the table with thick iron bonds. His wound from Morgana wasn’t the worst on him anymore, as he was covered in blackened burned spots. The spot that had the amulet was now just a hole in his chest, that went right down to the ribs. Claire could see his heart beating, and his lungs moving, thank god.

“Jim...” she cried, seeing the carnage.

“What did you do to him?!” Toby shouted at the Colonel, but she didn’t respond.

“Honey? Jim? Can you hear me?” Barbara asked, as she assessed the damage.

His eyes opened ever so slightly. “Mom? Is that you? Are you...really here?”

“Yeah kiddo,” she wiped some tears from her eyes. “It’s me, I’m here. Toby, Claire, and Walt are here too. We’re going to take you home.”

His smile was just a hint, and he stated, “I’m tired.”

“I’m sure you are. We’re going to get you fixed up!” She turned to the Colonel. “Get me a gurney or a wheelchair!”

She scoffed. “I don’t take orders from civilians.”

Samuel interceded. “Then get me a soldier who isn’t completely incompetent! If you’re going to continue to endanger the life of this young man, then I suggest you get out of my sight before I endanger yours.”

The Colonel didn’t waver, though a tremor went down her spine. “Lieutenant!” She called.

A man hurried into the room, standing at attention.

Kubritz just gave a roll of the eyes. “Follow whatever order the general gives you.”

“But—“

“No, I’m done.” With one last glare to Samuel, she added, “I'll be sending my evidence to General Adele, then we’ll see who’s the one putting the nation in danger.”

“Go ahead, I’ve already given my report.”

She growled at him, turned and left without another word.

The lieutenant just stood at attention in front of Samuel instead. “Orders sir?”

“Get someone to fetch the gurney from the back of our van, and send for the medic! And get someone to get these shackles off this kid!”

“Sir yes sir!”

Meanwhile, Claire stood right by Jim’s side, holding his hand, brushing the bangs away from his face and combing his hair with her fingers. He had a pretty strong fever.

“You’re going to be alright Jim. We’re going to take good care of you.”

“I’m…cold…” He breathed.

Barbara found some vinyl gloves nearby and got to work examining her boy. “I don’t know about the Troll half, but this tissue looks alright. I don’t see any infection yet, or any tissue death. Of course, we need to get this covered immediately.”

“Where’s the amulet?” Asked Walt. “That’s what’s missing.”

“The amulet!” Barbara addressed Samuel. “His amulet, we have to find it!”

He nodded, “we can’t let these psychos have it. They have no idea what magic it possesses, even without being the chosen wielder.”

Only a beat passed before the army medic came with the gurney, and another soldier came with a crowbar to undo the shackles.

“Lieutenant, we’re looking for an amulet that came with Jim. It’s what’s missing from his chest.”

The Lieutenant blanched. “I don’t know anything about it…I can ask the Colonel?”

“She won’t tell.”

The shackles fell free from Jim’s limbs, but he didn’t seem to register it.

“Alright,” said Barbara, “Let’s move him onto the gurney. We can worry about the amulet later.” It took everyone to lift him and carefully slide him over. Then, he was covered up to his stomach with a blanket.

“You’re going home, Jim. Mi amor, you’re safe now.” Claire whispered, kissing his forehead.

“Hmm…” Jim weakly groaned. “…for the…glory…” But before he could finish, he fell back into sleep.

#arcadia or bust #tales of arcadia #Trollhunters #troll jim #jim lake junior #claire nunez #toby domzalski #fanfiction

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paulsmashedpotato · 4 years

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hiii could u write something with 25, 62 and 64 with paul? i love jealous paul lmao thank u dear❤️

This is a bit of a crack but enjoy it anyway!

Masterlist

Mine

Pairing: Paul McCartney x reader

Word count: 1.3k

Warning: there might be typos, I didn't proof read lol

"What is it?" You asked, feeling excitement flow through every vessel in your body. Paul has both his hands over your eyes. "You'll see, we're close," He said, guiding you to the small garden picnic he's prepared for you.

"You ready?" He asked, you could feel him getting closer, you giggled, putting your hands over his to remove them. "I am, I'm ready."

He slowly removed his hand, earning a gasp from you the moment you saw the setting. A checkered blanket was cleanly laid on the grass and on it were a basket of bread and buscuits, a bottle of wine, and some slices of different fruits. Your favourite flower filled the bushes and the sky was perfectly painted the prettiest shade of blue. "What is this?" You asked, a giggle can't help but escape your lips.

"It's a date!" He beamed. "Come on, let's sit."

You talked a bit, enjoyed the snacks, and now the two of you are both lied down the grass, looking at the clouds very slowly move across the sky.

"Oh I almost forgot," Paul says, sitting up and going through his pockets. "I have something for you." You sat up with a smile, watching him rummage through his pockets. "Turn around first," he grinned. You did as he asked, an excited smile was plastered on your face.

Not long after, he moves his hand over your head to place a necklace around your neck, you looked down. "P as in Paul?" You asked, holding the letter P pendant that was attached to the necklace. "Yeah... Did you want a different name?" He asked, a bit of sarcasm in his tone. You laughed while shaking your head. "No, no, it's great, I love it!" He smiled, leaning over your shoulder to kiss your cheek. "Don't ever take it off."

You nodded, still holding the pendant. "I won't, Paul."

++|++

He has been waiting for you to finish preparing for the party you two were attending. "I'm almost done!" You answered, brushing up your hair. "You said that five minutes ago," he whined, you could tell he was sprawling on the couch, letting out impatient groans. "I meant I was almost done putting on my dress!"

A few weeks have passed and as you told Paul, you never took off the necklace whenever you went out, you admired it and he loved seeing it on you.

"You ready, love?" Paul called from outside your room.

Not long after, you finally walked out the door and Paul immediately got up, eyeing your dress that just defined your shape perfectly, it was open at the back and the straps were off your shoulder. A smile played on his lips. "You look ravishing." He walked towards you, taking your hand and letting you spin. "Can't believe you are all mine."

"Thanks, you're not too bad yourself, Paul," You giggled, pecking his lips. "Now let's go. We're very late," you said, pulling him out the house and to the parked car.

"And whose fault is that?"

"Yours for not telling me earlier, I could've prepared ahead," you cockily said, he turned his head abruptly towards you just before he was about to climb in the backseat. "Hey, I told you two nights ago and I reminded you every hour today since this morning."

"Shush, just get in already so we could leave," you gently pushed him in the backseat and told the driver to go when you got in as well.

It wasn't that long of a ride since the venue was just close to your house. Paul got out first, the guards helping him push off paparazzis, he jog to your side of the car, opening the door and putting his hand out for you.

You got out, holding his hand and you both made your way inside the building, hand in hand.

"Paul, come on, we've gotta play!" John says, immediately pulling Paul towards him when you two got in. "Sorry, y/n. Gotta borrow me lad, we were supposed to play eight minutes ago, been forever!" You let out a short laugh. "Sorry about that. Paul takes too long to prepare."

"Hey —"

"Good luck with the play, I'll be watching," you said, cutting Paul off, you leaned in to give him a quick kiss. John started dragging him to the stage and you watched the two walk away.

You made your way near the front so you'd have a better view of the boys performing. Once the boys got on the stage, Paul immediately met your eyes, sending you a wink. You gestured for him to fix his crooked bow tie. He did, showing you a thumb's up to ask if it was already okay. You nodded with an amused smile.

They started playing and you kept your eyes on Paul, he'd wink and smile at you everytime and you'd just smile back. You clapped along with the crowd when they finished and you watched the boys walk down the stage, a lot of people greeting them.

You decided to get a drink first since you know how long it takes for the band to finish talking and answering questions from invited reporters.

Paul squeezed himself past the reporters after answering a question or two to look for you but a few more people blocked his way and it'd be disrespectful not to say hi at least.

After a few minutes that felt like forever for him, he finally managed to excuse himself and he started searching for you again. Finally, he spotted you talking to a guy near the bar, he started boiling when he saw the guy place his hand on your bare back. Stomping towards the scene, he squeezed himself between the two of you, cutting both your laughs.

"Paul, what are you —" he took your hand, intertwining his fingers with you and bringing it up to the guy's face. "Look, we're dating, y/n and I. See?" If he moved his hand any closer he'd be shoving your connected hands on the poor guy's face.

"And see this —" he pointed at your necklace. "It clearly says Paul, didn't you know that?"

"I didn't know, it's just the letter P —"

"Well now you know it stands for Paul," he retaliated, he faced you, his face a bit red. “Go find, Ringo and sit next to him, I’ll find you later.” He said. “Don’t go about other guys, I’ll deal with this guy first.”

“That girl is mine so don’t go putting your hand on her back or even laying a finger anywhere on her body, mister," he said seethingly, the words coming out like a threat.

You scrunched your eyebrows in confusion before making your way to look for Ringo.

“Look Paul, I really was just making conversation —”

“What happened, where’s Paul?” Ringo asked, a glass of wine held between his fingers. “He’s acting like a child again, that poor guy wasn’t even doing anything,” you huffed, crossing you arms against your chest.

“He was, he put his hand on your back. I saw it.” He took off his coat, putting it around your shoulders. “And don’t tie your hair up like that ‘e was looking at your neck. God-fucking-damn it, why is your neck that pretty?”

Not even a minute later, you already saw him walking towards you. “Paul, what were you thinking?” You asked, putting your hands down to your side. “I’ll excuse myself,” Ringo awkwardly said, walking away to leave you two to talk. “He wasn’t doing anything, Paul.”

You pursed your lips to stifle a laugh from his statement. “Didn’t you work with him before? He can be trusted.”

“I am not,” he countered. “Definitely something a 16-year-old boy would retort," you laughed. "Come on, jealous boy, let’s get a drink,” you invited, locking arms with him. “M’not jealous, just don’t like him putting his hand on you and you laughing and giggling with him — it’s probably just a lame joke, you were too nice to him."

“No, I don’t like him so stay away from him.” You couldn’t hold your laugh in anymore, he looked at you, confused and a bit flushed. “You’re a 16-year-old boy trapped in a man’s body.”

“Yeah, that sounds very jealous to me,” you chuckled. “Don’t worry, now he knows I’m yours, you’ve made that very clear.”

“That’s right, he should know. You’re mine, just mine.”

-that's probably how he winked at you on stage-

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Let's be mutuals pleaseee!!

#i love jealous paul too #i love jealous queen and beatles and borhaps #paul mccartney #paul mccartney x reader #fem!reader x paul mccartney #paulie #paul paul paul #macca #ahhhh paul #i love paul HAHHAHA #the beatles x reader #the beatles

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the-shadow-of-atlantis · 3 years

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My Friend Got Turned Into A Werewolf

Part 5 What To Expect Once You’ve Been Bitten

Tagging: @melyaliz @dilpickledd @coffee-randomness @speedypan

A/N Red belongs to @melyaliz

Red stood awkwardly in the entryway not sure if maybe he should help Aquata or not. Though he felt like maybe he should give her some alone time. It might be hard to read her thoughts but he tended to know when she just wanted her own space, besides it was his own fault she had to leave home for the time being.

Making his way towards the stairs he looked at the doors on either side directly in front he saw one small door, to his right there were two more alongside the wall and the other side there was a single door. He figured that one was his.

He wasn't really sure what to expect when he opened the door, the giant gift basket and a rather large book was not one of them. He approached it and saw that it seemed like a regular gift basket. He wondered if Aquata got one too. He picked up the book noticing the drawing of a wolf on it. What to Expect Once Bitten, was written across in gold lettering, he settled down on the bed and opened the book.

A couple hours later he found himself knocking on Aquatas door. She opened in with a small look of confusion.

“Did you know that even if you're a fully grown adult if you get bitten you basically get a growth spurt?” He asked with the book still in his hands, Aquata blinked looking at him not sure what to say at first.

“Yeah, it's why the clothes they give to newcomers are enchanted to grow with them. Buying new clothes every day can get expensive and not all wolf families are rich.” Aquata elaborated.

“So like… do you grow everywhere?” Red asked then added. “Cause honestly I’ve always felt like my butt could have more potential.”

Red could tell Aquata was trying so hard not to crack and smiled when she finally burst into a fit of giggles.

“Honestly I’m not sure, maybe. Tyler had basically finished his transformation when I met him but at the same time your body changes to fit your age." Aquata explained as she moved back to one of her suitcases and continued unloading it.

Red flipped a page debating if he should pry now. "Why did you and Tyler break up?... It's just I remember you two were really happy and then next thing I knew my mom was making you her breakup pot pie."

Aquata stayed silent as she carefully tucked her clothes into place, she didn't look at him as she spoke.

"Have you gotten to the part where it talks about mates?" She asked simply, Red looked confused and glanced down at his book looking for the context page.

"The whole mate thing, it's real. It doesn't normally happen as quickly as they show in movies and stuff but it definitely happens. Once you turn sixteen that's when you're able to tell who your mate is. In Tyler's case we met when we were fifteen but we fell hard and fast to the point where a lot of people thought maybe I was bound to be his mate to the point where I was starting to learn more about the lifestyle. Cason was a friend Tyler had known since they were little. They both turned 16 around the same time and the bond was almost instant; it took everyone by surprise. Usually mate bonds take awhile to form, but with the both of them being wolves it set in quickly. Tyler hates the fact that we got my hopes up and that the bond happened so quickly but these things happen for a reason. Cason is great and he's definitely what Tyler needs to help out with the pack. I'm happy for them, he got a good one." Aquata looked up at him and gave him a sad smile.

"And you?"

"Like I said I'm happy for him. And well we both know my last two relationships didn't end well." Aquata chuckled a little dryly and Red noticed her thoughts seemed to linger on Mark.

“You know.” Aquata said, the thought quickly disappeared. “You never really told me what you were doing in the middle of Gotham.”

So close to my place too. Her mind seemed to whisper.

Red closed the book in his hand and stared down at the floor not really sure how to start.

“I wasn't lying when I said I was in the neighborhood. My team got sent out on a mission nearby, and when it was done I just… realized I hadn’t been back to Gotham in such a long time. I told my team to go back home and I found a place to stay. Then I noticed I wasn't that far from where you lived and I wanted to say hi. Wasn't till I got so close though that I realized how silly it all was and I was on my way back and well you know what happened.”

“Why didn’t you just text?” Aquata asked.

“I wanted to see you in person… I mean. When was the last time we hung out? Or talked? Or anything?” Aquata seemed to frown at his words. She was about to say something when Red suddenly felt his body tense and his head turned towards the direction of the front door.

“Relax.” He heard a voice say from a distance. “It's just me dropping off the car.”

Aquata seemed to understand what was happening because she simply got up and headed out of her room. Red quickly followed her as he tried to shake off the tense feeling he still had. He stood behind her as she opened the door, Tyler stood there his hands full of grocery and take out bags.

“Hey, can I come in?” He asked carefully.

Aquata stepped aside letting Tyler come in.

She definitely hasn’t been getting any sleep, Tyler’s mind rang out so clearly it startled Red. He forgot just how quiet Aquatas' mind really is.

Still the comment threw Red off, he carefully glanced at Aquata and tried to spot any signs of exhaustion on her. Her eyes seemed a little baggy, he really should try paying attention more.

“What’s with the stuff?” Aquata asked as Tyler placed the items in the kitchen.

“I think right now it be best if you guys stay here for a couple days. Reds trial will be happening soon and we're trying to keep a low profile before the verdict goes through.” Tyler explained as he started to take things out of the bags.

Plus there's been a breach and I don't want you out there. He added in his thoughts. Red couldn’t help but notice how much Tyler still seemed to worry about her.

"There's something else isn't there." Aquata stated her eyes glancing between Red and Tyler.

Tyler sighed and shook his head. "Nothing ever gets past you."

"Don't feel bad." Aquata shrugged and nodded towards Red. "He might be a great mind reader but he's got a terrible poker face."

"Hey!" Red protested and Aquata simply smiled.

"So what is it?" Aquata asked, turning serious.

"There was a breach this morning shortly before you arrived. Could be a coincidence."

"Or could be that someone figured out you'd be bringing Red here. Possibly the one who turned him."

"We tried following the scent but whoever this is they're smart. The only thing now is…"

"Did they come to see if Red survived or to finish the job."

"Either way I'd feel safer if you two stay here for the time being. I'll call you when it's time for the trial. I'm still leaving the car but only for emergencies. There's going to some guards around the perimeter so if you sense them don't get tense." Tyler directed the last comment to Red who nodded.

"Well." Aquata sighed looking up at Red. "You did say you wanted to hang out again."

#werewolf au #oc x oc

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A new start, part 17

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Word Count: 2942

Warning: Language

Part 16

The rest of the flight home, Chris was nearly bouncing in his seat with excitement. He reminded you of a little kid on Christmas Eve waiting for Santa to come. Though you did not feel too much different than him with the smile that no one would be able to peel from your face. Not only were you now engaged but you would be married to Chris before the end of the year. That familiar butterfly feeling in your stomach was something that you could not stop now. Your mind wandered back to the time when you had walked in on David with the model. As hurt as you were back then, you would not change what happened. It had led you to meet and develop this wonderful relationship with the man you were going to spend the rest of your life with. You looked over at him as he sat in the seat beside you grinning like the meatball he was. Somehow this was turning into something absolutely wonderful and you did not know how you got so lucky. Not wanting to do anything that could ruin it, you went along with it all, enjoying every moment.

As your thoughts flitted back to the present you realized with the wedding being eight weeks away and during the holidays, the odds of many people coming would be slim. This time of year, most people already had plans with their families and loved ones. As long as the people closest to you both were there, that was all that mattered. Though there was some bit of worry that began to creep up. How were you going to pull off a wedding in two months? Chris seemed to sense the change in your demeanor. Leaning over he whispered in your ear. “We will figure it out, don’t worry. It is going to be wonderful.”

It was a good thing your mother was the way she was. You arrived in Boston before calling her to update her on what the plan was. The woman screamed her excitement into the phone before going on about what she needed to get started. There was a pause for her to make sure you were not doing it quickly because of other reasons. “No mama, I am not pregnant.” Chris snorted next to you.

That answer lead back to a whirl of excitement that you had only caught a few stray words of. While you were fairly certain she was speaking English, the only language she knew, you had to have her repeat some of the things she said just to understand the gist of what she was saying. You were quite sure she had said she knew the perfect place for the wedding and reception, and she was going to check on it right away. The call went dead after that. Pulling the phone from your ear you just looked at it for a moment before shaking your head. “What was that all about? Are your parents upset? I mean I know its quick and everything…”

There was a look of concern on Chris’s face after hearing the screaming through the phone. You laughed looking over at him as you both were relaxing on the couch after the flight and truthfully the long trip. “No. That was my mother way too excited. She is going to check on the ‘perfect place’ for us. She didn’t even say good-bye. I think it is safe to say she is not upset.” He looked relieved as his head fell back against the couch.

“Good. I was starting to worry. Would it be bad if we just eloped? I mean way less stress for everyone.” While it was not a horrible idea you frowned, shaking your head at him.

“Oh yeah you tell my mother that we eloped. See what happens.” His head popped up looking at you with a half-smile.

“They find my decomposed body somewhere on the back forty?”

“That’s funny that you think they would find your body. My daddy has several farm vehicles that could cut a body into ribbons.” Both of you laughed and curled up together. “She has always dreamed of me getting married. A beautiful wedding to some handsome man that makes me happy. I don’t want to take that away from her. Plus, it is what I want too. I want a wedding with those we love. As much stress as it is going to cause having it on such short notice, I want it all.”

Chris kissed your forehead and smiled at you. “I want whatever you want. As long as the result is us married.”

The original holiday plans had changed since the wedding was now just days after Christmas in Tennessee. You and Chris would be spending Thanksgiving with his family and Christmas with yours. Though there would be multiple trips in between to make sure that everything was being handled for the wedding. The most important trip was back to Nashville to go with your mother to look for a wedding dress. That happened one week before Thanksgiving. Originally you had wanted Mijael to make your wedding dress but when you spoke to him, he was flooded with work for an upcoming fashion show. As much as he wanted to, he would not be able to get you a dress in time. Yet another downfall of a short engagement. Your mother told you not to worry that you would find something breathtaking.

You flew home by yourself for a couple days to see what you could find. There was no way to order a dress in time, but your mother was always one to find a way to make everything perfect or as close as she could get. She had been armed with your credit card since you had returned to the States and had gone a little crazy with the planning. Honestly though if it were not for her doing so you would have been a basket case. It was during all that time she had figured out how to screen shot pictures to send to you as well as how to take videos without harassing Jake for hours. That was a miracle in itself. There was no force on the planet that could stop the determination of a southern mama when it came to wedding planning.

Your mother was waiting on you when you arrived at the airport. When you hopped into the car, she bombarded you with questions and went on about how you were going straight to the shops now as there was no time and you were already in Nashville. It was a wonder that she was able to breathe between each phrase. It was a good ten minutes before she realized that you had not spoken a word since you got into the car. “You alright baby girl?”

You laughed quietly glancing at her then back at the city in front of you. “I am fine. I was just waiting for a moment to be able to answer but I figured you would tell me when it was okay to speak.”

She laughed that high pitch laugh of hers shaking her head. “Oh, lordy be I am just excited. I’m sorry. I still can’t hardly believe we are finally going to pick out your dress. [Y/N] you are going to be beautiful. I know I am being a bit much. I just want you to have a wonderful day. Both of you.”

Her excitement did add to yours which made your smile grow. “We are excited too mom. Thank you for everything you are doing. I know it is a lot of work, but you have taken so much of a load off Chris and me. We would not have been able to get half as much done as you have in such a short time. I mean, come on mama… you did find the perfect place for the wedding.”

There was now a pink tinge to the cheeks of your mother as she took the compliments of her work and the thanks. “Well now… I just… well like I said I want a perfect day for you. I have been dreaming of this day since I first got pregnant with your brother. Now, don’t tell that boy I said that. I always wanted a baby girl that I could plan a big pretty wedding with. And look at us now.”

Not wanting to disturb her driving through the crazy streets of Nashville you squeezed her arm instead of kissing her cheek like you wanted. “Thank you, mama.”

It was not long before you stopped at the first of the dress shops that Gini had researched. There were dresses you would be able to buy off the rack, but nothing appealed to you. The same happened when you tried the next shop. That place you stayed in for a couple hours at least and nothing brought that feeling of this is it to you. They all fell flat and were sent back. Even your mother could tell there wasn’t that spark in your eyes for any of them. She had hoped between the two stores there would be something. You began to tear up as you walked quietly back to the car trying to wipe your face before your mother saw it. It did not work. “Oh no, baby, no. We are gonna find something I promise you.”

There was a lump in your throat preventing you from answering but you nodded before climbing back into the car. She just looked at you for a moment before pulling out her phone. You closed your eyes and leaned your head against the window for a few moments trying to pull yourself together. It took a few moments for you to realize that you were still parked, and your mother had not even started the car. “Mama? We going home or…” You trailed off as she looked to be engrossed in whatever she was doing. You let her be as you took out your own phone to check to see if you had any messages. The only one was from Chris hoping you were having a good time. Before you were able to reply your mother hooted in excitement scaring you and causing your heart to nearly stop.

“Hot damn! That’s it, [Y/N]. We are going to go see what magic they have.” Your eyes were wide as you stared at your mother. “You remember when your cousin Missy was getting married a few years ago? And she had that awful idea to ride the four-wheeler while wearing her wedding dress for their prewedding pictures… bless that girl. She ain’t the brightest. But she ruined that pretty dress by getting the skirt caught in the tires. She had to find a dress the week before. You remember that?”

It took you a moment to remember Missy’s wedding at all. Then it hit you that you had not gone to the wedding as you had been filming in Australia at the time. “No mom I don’t remember any of that. I wasn’t home.”

“Oh… well anyway she found this little shop downtown and it sells all these pretty dresses. Missy found a dress in there that was perfect for her. You would have never thought it wasn’t made for her when she walked down that isle. I just texted Aunt Bonnie and she sent me the address, that’s where we are heading now.” At that point you were ready to try anything. Though you were not holding your breath or getting your hopes up until you walked out of a place with dress in hand.

The shop was only about ten minutes from the last place and when you walked in you were completely unsure that this place would be able to help. But you were determined to at least try. Your mother was already talking to one of the saleswomen, that had Libby on her name tag, about what you needed. The woman smiled and headed off towards one of the racks. “Come on [Y/N], lets get you a dress.”

Your mother pulled you towards the back of the store where the racks were. Libby returned with an armful of dresses that ranged in colors and styles. It felt overwhelming but you allowed her to pull you back to one of the dressing rooms. “I promise there will be something in this store you will love. You just got to tell me what you like.” She began to unzip one of the dresses. It looked vintage with off shoulder sleeves and V-neck. It did not have any bling on it. It was simple and satin. It surprised you on how pretty it really was.

“I… I think I want to try that one first, please.” You managed to get out as you stared at the beautiful fabric. The woman smiled before gently pulling the garment completely from its bag. When the dress was on you, the skirt flowed out into a simple ballgown and laced up the back. It fit well. Though you had not seen the full effect in the mirror. Libby guided you out towards the mirrors where your mother sat anxiously waiting. For the first time, probably in your entire life your mother sat there quietly. Her hands clasped in her lap, white knuckled as though she held on for dear life. At that point she may have been doing just that, praying for you to find something. When you were at the previous stores she had been far more vocal. Perhaps she did not like this one.

When you finally stood in front of the mirrors you could not believe what you saw. The style had not been what you thought you wanted. In your dreams it would have been covered with lace and more form fitting. This was different and… it was perfect. You could not find the words to speak in that moment. Smoothing your hands over the skirt you noticed the delicate buttons on the arms of the sleeves. “[Y/N]? Baby girl, what do you think?”

Your mother’s voice broke through your awe of the moment. As you looked at her face, reflected in the mirror, you could see her barely contained excitement. A bright, happy smile broke through on you face as tears welled in your eyes. It was happening. You were getting married and you just found the dress that you would walk down the aisle in. The thought of walking towards Chris in this beautiful dress made your heart begin to pound in your chest. “Mama I love it. I just… its perfect. It is nothing like I thought I wanted. Not at all but… it’s wonderful.”

“I love it too! It will be lovely for a winter wedding in Nashville. Thank you, Lord!” She hopped up from her seat nearly dancing. “Just look at that train. [Y/N] you look like a princess.”

You had not noticed the train of the dress until she mentioned it. Libby took her cue and began to pull it out to its full potential. It was lovely, fanning out behind you in all its simplistic glory. “I don’t care if the rest of the wedding isn’t perfect. I have my dress and Chris. We could get married in the barn and I would still be blissfully happy.”

“Fat chance I would let that happen. Not while I draw breath. Now let’s get this dress bought and head home. I have a veil to make.” She had offered to make your veil. Though you needed the dress first to see what how to fit it together. Now that you had it, Gini could get working on it. Your mother looked ecstatic as she began to pull out her wallet. “Before you try arguing young lady… Your daddy and I are paying for this. You won’t let us pay for anything else. I know you have your own money, but this is what we want. No arguing. Got it?”

You laughed as you took a slow step away from the mirrors. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Good. Now let Miss Libby get you out of that without tearing it and I am going to pay.”

On the drive home you called Chris to tell him about your find. You really wanted to send him a picture of the dress, but both of you wanted to keep with tradition and let him see you walking down the aisle. Now that the weight of finding something to wear was off your shoulders the rest of it felt doable. Chris had already found a suit he wanted to wear. Since neither of you were going to have a best man or a maid of honor you did not have to worry about finding clothes for them. The invites had gone out as soon as the wedding and reception site had been secured. That was thanks to one of your mother’s friends who worked for a botanical garden that held many wedding throughout the year. Typically, they were closed the week of Christmas. But Gini had been very convincing. The only thing, other than paying for everything was that once the wedding had been announced to the public, the botanical gardens would be able to use one of your wedding pictures for advertisement. Both you and Chris agreed it was a small price to pay for such a lovely place that did something for you when they did not have to. It was all coming together. Now it was just time to get through the holidays with the families.

(Part 18, it won’t be 2 years this time. I promise =) ))

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Don’t Shoot Me I’m Only The Piano Player - MCU AU Fanfic - C16

(Previously Ideal Confusion)

Story summary: Giving into the constant pressure from the press, Tony decides to put a rest to the rumours that Peter is his biological son - once and for all.

Previous Chapter(s): 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15

Part of my Frostiron and Spiderson series.

Warnings/themes: family, family stuff, family conflict, adoption, DNA test(s), pressure, peer pressure, social issues, mentions of alcoholism, mental health problems, potentially some minor medical inaccuracies, corporal punishment, hurt/comfort

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Chapter 16 - Together Going Down

Loki released Tony and moved off him, sitting back on his heels. Tony slowly sat up, and shoved Loki hard in the chest, catching him off guard.

“...Ok, maybe I deserved that” Loki said. “But I stand by my decision”

Tony didn’t say anything, but the tears in his eyes said more than enough. He went and sat at the end of the bed, keeping his eyes down.

“...Tony?”

There was another sound, and Loki saw that Peter had started crying too. Loki carefully got to his feet.

“Hey” he said softly. “Don’t you start”

Peter couldn’t help it. He could never deal with seeing people he loved cry, especially his parents - even when he was cross with them. So, seeing Tony cry was bound to have a knock-on effect.

“Tony, come on. It’s not that big a deal. Is it?”

Tony didn’t look at him. Loki reached out to touch him, but stopped, looking at Peter. He looked between the two of them, not knowing who to go to, not quite knowing who needed him more. He couldn’t help being reminded of that Pingu gif Peter had gone through a stage of sending him regularly, where he couldn’t decide between the phone and the kettle, and just sat down and started crying. He would be lying if he said he didn’t want to do the same.

“This isn’t a crying matter” Loki said uncertainly. “Come on”

He swallowed hard and went to Peter, picking him up.

“Here, come and give your dad a cuddle” he said, and went to put him down on Tony’s lap.

“No!” Peter squeaked, struggling away, very nearly falling over when he landed on his feet. “Why would I want to hug him after what he did?! I don’t want anything to do with him!”

Peter was out of the room before Loki could even blink.

“Oh...”

Loki almost ran after him. But then he looked at Tony, saw how he’d started crying more, and he sat down heavily and wound his arms round his husband. He felt bad not for running after Peter, but he couldn’t really be in two places at once. Besides, legally, he’d made more promises to Tony when he married him. Thinking it didn’t help much, but he had to justify his decision somehow.

Loki looked at the boy curled up on the laundry room sofa.

“I must admit, this is the last place I expected to find you” he said, closing the door behind him. “I’d just given up searching. You weren’t in the poolside store so I thought you’d gone out”

“You didn’t tell dad, did you?”

“No, I thought I’d spare you that one” Loki said. “He’s taking a bit of time out. I was just going to swap the washing over”

“Do you need a hand?”

“You can double check the pockets on the dark’s for me, if you like”

Peter nodded, slowly getting up. He knelt on the floor, doing his task absentmindedly, watching Loki move a set from the washing machine to the tumble dryer. He watched him setting up the washing machine for the next load, scooping laundry powder and measuring out fabric conditioner.

“... There’s nothing in the pockets”

“Good. Here, you can help me get it into the machine”

Peter held the basket while Loki put everything in the machine.

“Thank you. Stick the basket over there”

Peter did, and then he went back to the sofa and curled up again. Loki followed, turning to the kitchenette and turning the kettle on. He got a couple of mugs down from the cupboard and put a tea bag in each.

“I only cried because he did. I hope you know that” Peter said.

“I know” Loki said. “You’ve never been good at keeping your eyes dry when ours aren’t”

“I don’t really care that everyone’s gonna know now. They never would’ve if you hadn’t called Marco. I don’t think dad would’ve ever told”

“He would have done eventually” Loki said. “But eventually wasn’t soon enough”

“If it were the other way round, what would you have done?”

“What do you mean?” Loki asked, pouring water into the mugs.

“I mean, if you were my real- um, my bio dad...”

“I see”

Peter swallowed, watching him for a moment before turning away. “You would have announced it straight away. Well. After you’d let it sink in”

“Maybe” Loki said, sitting down beside him and handing him a mug. “But perhaps not. I’m not too big a fan of the press, and we all know that”

“Mm, I guess so”

“Why here, chick?”

Peter shrugged. “Maybe I didn’t want to be found just yet”

“Do you want me to leave you alone?”

Peter shook his head slightly. “No; I’m quite glad you’re here”

Loki put an arm round the boys shoulders and kissed him on the cheek.

“Sorry about what you had to see”

“I’ve seen worse” Peter said. “It was kinda good to see you properly standing up to him. He had it coming”

Loki laughed slightly. “Well, perhaps. Your father is nothing if not a challenge”

“I’m used to seeing you two wrestle anyway”

“Well, yes, but usually in fun”

“I didn’t think he’d cry”

“It was frustration more than anything else, I think” Loki said. “He’ll be fine. He’s getting it all out of his system”

“Mm” Peter looked down into his mug. “I don’t think your plan is gonna work. I don’t think I want it to work”

“Don’t be silly, Peter” Loki sighed. “I know you’re upset with him, and that’s understandable, but I don’t for a second believe that you’re ready to just cut him off. You want to be back being his best little friend, I know that”

Peter had to admit Loki was right. “It just doesn’t feel like it’s gonna happen. I wish we could just get on all the time. Or at least most of the time. He’s been all weird for a while now. Hot and cold, y’know?”

“I know. I think he’s a bit poorly, but he’s seeing someone to try to smooth things out. None of this is going to be plain sailing, but it will get better”

“You always sound so sure when you say that”

“Well, I’m always right, aren’t I?”

Peter looked at him, the corner of his mouth twitching. “Yeah, always”

“Exactly” Loki said, squeezing his shoulder. “So don’t you go worrying your pretty little head about it”

It felt strange going back upstairs after being in the laundry room for so long. Peter didn’t want to leave, but Loki had insisted, so he had no choice.

Peter stayed under Loki’s arm as they sat in the living room, taking note of the weight of his arm and the feeling of his pulse. He thought about how he’d carried him upstairs so effortlessly. He was definitely the strongest person he knew. Well, perhaps Thor and Captain America were on the same level, but he saw Loki’s strength much more often - and without the muscles and obviousness of the other two. It was strange that it was such a fact of life that he often forgot Loki wasn’t human. He was just daddy Loki most of the time. The fact he came from another world entirely didn’t really seem to matter.

Tony did join them later on, hair still dripping from his shower. He didn’t look happy, but he wrapped the quilted blanket round Loki’s shoulders and pulled him close. He didn’t say anything, and neither did Loki, but they both seemed happy enough with their arrangement - although Loki kept glancing at Peter at first, making sure he was alright now he wasn’t under his arm anymore.

Soon enough, Loki started to drift, and Peter could tell there was no point opening his mouth. So, he stood up slowly and slipped out of the room, down the hall, and sat down at the piano. A bit of practice couldn’t hurt.

Peter took himself to bed later on. He checked the living room first. His parents were still together: Loki had long since fallen asleep, and it looked as though Tony was going that way too. He left them to it.

He knew there were some challenges to come, mainly what people at school would say now there was a press release, and the over-impending threat of paparazzo. But those were things he’d deal with in the moment. He sighed to himself as he climbed into bed. Maybe tomorrow would be a bit simpler.

Tuesday morning was met with distaste. Peter hadn’t slept especially well: he felt restless and worried, and to top it off, people kept waking him up with texts, sending multiple messages. He didn’t reply to any of them, but the constant beeping for the first couple of hours made him so angry, it was all he could do to not throw his phone across the room and smash a window into the bargain, just to let his frustrations out. Eventually he just turned off his phone, but even then, he couldn’t settle down, and being woken up for school on so little sleep didn’t bode well with him.

“Come on, chick. You’ll be late if you don’t get up now”

Peter didn’t had a choice. Besides, going to school sounded like a good idea. Sure, he’d have to deal with the aftermath of the press release, but he didn’t really want to stay in the house when his parents were potentially still going to be at odds with each other.

It was incredibly strange to be in the car with Tony on the way to St Hendrick’s. Peter had expected Loki or even Happy to take him after the events of last night, but Tony had appeared seemingly at the last minute, ready. He seemed different, somehow - and Peter wasn’t sure if that were reassuring or not.

“So, are you doing anything for that end of term show?” Tony asked a couple of minutes into the journey.

“Um...” Peter couldn’t quite bring himself to look at him. “I don’t think so...”

“No? You should. You know, get involved, make the most of the time you have left there. You might end up regretting it if you don’t”

Peter didn’t say anything. Tony seemed to be acting almost normal - which, given the circumstances, was certainly not normal. And that was unsettling.

So he stayed quiet. Tony kept glancing at him. Peter looked out of the window and tried to ignore him, but it was difficult as he was still hyper-aware of every little move he made.

“Well, think about it” Tony said eventually. “Go out with a bang”

Peter still didn’t say anything. Luckily, the school was in sight now. The awkwardness would be over soon.

Tony ruffled Peter’s hair by way of a goodbye, but he didn’t linger, much to Peter’s relief and surprise. He wasn’t feeling 100%, and that journey hadn’t helped. Still, despite all the evidence to the contrary, he could be quite intimidating when he wanted to be - and he had a feeling he was going to have to exercise that today.

There were whispers, of course, and stares, and a few pointed fingers. Peter kept his earphones in, sound-tracking his journey to the form room, and not looking anyone in the face until he found Millie and Flo.

“I was right”

Peter glared, a little bit angry, but not enough to make a big deal out of it. He sat down beside Flo, who offered him a sherbet lemon. Peter declined, but he was glad of the touch of normality.

“You haven’t been round for ages” Flo said. “Are you still going to visit me after... Well, you know”

Peter looked at her. He grabbed his bag, finding his whiteboard.

You can’t get rid of me that easily

Flo read the message, and smiled. “Good”

“What about me?” Millie said. “We’ll still be friends, won’t we?”

Peter nodded.

“What about Macy?”

Peter wrinkled his nose. He hadn’t exactly made up with Macy yet, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to. It was a shame, he thought, that Malaki wasn’t interested in Macy - they’d make the perfect ill-adjusted couple.

Speaking of Malaki...

Peter looked round, but he couldn’t see him. Part of him wanted to, even though Malaki had guessed right about the DNA results. At least Malaki respected him, even if he was a bit full-on and a bit of a bad influence. Even Peter had to admit that.

As if on cue, there was a series of loud thumps, followed by a crash as the form room door burst open, denting the wall as the handle smacked into the plaster, and there was Malaki, looking like he’d been running from the police, his hair newly purple - incredible, considering what the boarding master had done last time he’d gone purple. Malaki spotted Peter, and straightened up, hoicking his bag up onto his shoulder.

Flo shifted, and Peter heard her noise of disapproval.

“In a rush, are we, Malaki?” she said.

“Oh, always” Malaki said, pushing his hair out of his face and plonking himself down on the desk. “Hey, Curly”

Peter raised an eyebrow, but he couldn’t help the smile tugging at his lips.

“Good to see you, too” he said. “Have you got a few minutes?”

Peter checked the clock. They had a few minutes before the bell, but Flo grabbed his wrist when he went to stand up.

“You’re going to get into trouble” she said.

Peter looked between the two of them, trying to weight it up, when there was another bang and crash, and Nigel made his own dramatic entrance, looking worse for wear. He paused, hands on the sides of the doorway.

“OWENS!”

Suddenly Malaki’s dishevelled look made sense. It was quite amusing, in a way, how Malaki avoided Nigel with such ease, laughing and dodging whenever Nigel made a grab at him. He jumped up onto the nearest desk, jumping between them, ignoring people’s protests.

“I’ll kill you, Owens!”

Well, Malaki might be nimble, but even he couldn’t avoid the swinging of a full school satchel against his legs. There was a collective gasp and hiss as Malaki fell off a desk and onto the floor with a stomach-turning thump. Nigel took the chance to get the upper hand and lunged. It seemed like an unfair advantage, so Peter pulled away from Flo and decided to stick his oar in.

Nigel wasn’t expecting to suddenly have an arm round his neck, and it made him jump. It was the work of a moment to throw Nigel aside and crawl to Malaki’s aid.

“Hey, beautiful” Malaki mumbled, sitting up and sucking his breath.

“Are you alright?” People were asking. “Are you hurt??”

“I’m fine, I’m fine” Malaki said, but the puddle of blood on the carpet said differently.

“Nigel, you idiot!” It was Millie, fuming, smacking him one with her Hello Kitty notebook. “He could have cracked his head open! Hey, Peter, move”

Peter did as he was told, letting Millie take charge of the situation. Everyone soon had a full view of the damage to the back of Malaki’s head, and the blood made the whole situation so much darker.

“Oh my god! Nigel, look what you’ve done!”

Millie wouldn’t let anyone else intervene. She pulled her jumper off, pressed it to the back of Malaki’s head, and did her best to get him off the floor safely.

There was a small silence after Millie had left with Malaki to go down to the nurse. Peter looked at Nigel, who had turned very pale, and whose eyes widened as he made eye contact with Peter.

“Hey, it was an accident”

Peter didn’t believe him. He pounced, and was shocked at the way Nigel grabbed him.

“Come with me”

“Peter, don’t!” Flo tried, but was quickly shut down.

She might have a fierce streak, but she didn’t fancy her chances against Nigel.

There was a door on the wall opposite the form room, leading to a secluded outdoor space. Nigel didn’t let go of Peter’s arm until they were out there and the door had closed behind them.

“What are you playing at?!” Peter snapped, shoving him. “You’re lucky you’ve got a rich dad, you know”

“Not as rich as yours”

“That’s not the point!”

Peter went for him again, and within seconds, they were flat on the concrete, and somehow Nigel had ended up on top. Peter stopped, breathing heavily, and Nigel stooped and kissed him. So Peter smacked him one.

“What are you doing?! This isn’t some film where you can get rid of all the tension by hate-kissing!”

“I can try”

“You wouldn’t”

“Wouldn’t I, Peter Stark? Watch this”

He kissed him again, ignore Peter’s protests.

“You like it really” he said, kissing his jaw and neck.

“No, I don’t! I said stop it! Nigel, get off me!”

It took a little while for him to gather himself enough to fight back, and when he did, it was with full force. It was restrained only by the tight, restricted uniform he was wearing, but even then, Spiderman was no match for a misguided little rich kid.

Only it didn’t work in his favour. Sure, he was stronger, and more skilled, but Nigel was heavy, and the ground was slippery and uneven - so it came as no surprise when they both went tumbling with a heavy thunk.

“AH! Ow!”

“Peter? Hey, are you alright?”

“What do you think?!” Peter growled, grabbing his bleeding forehead. “You could’ve cracked my head open as well as Malaki’s!”

“Good payback for a broken heart?”

Peter knocked him over and hauled himself to his feet. “You’re such a prick, Nigel”

“Does that mean you’re not going to visit after you leave St Hendrick’s?”

Peter looked at him, shaking his head in disbelief. “Unbelievable”

He went back inside, and Nigel scurried after him. “Hey! Come on, don’t be like that! You’ve been talking to me alright! It’s been nice”

Peter glared at him, feeling a little giddy after hitting his head so hard on the fire door handle.

“...I’ll take you to the nurse”

The look on the nurse’s face when Peter and Nigel turned up said it all.

“Two in one day! And you haven’t even had your first lesson yet!” she exclaimed, pushing Peter down onto the bed. “Whatever will the headmaster say?”

Peter looked at Malaki, who was lying on the next bed, looking pretty unwell, Millie at his side. But one look was enough to tell him that he hadn’t spilt the beans about Nigel. It looked like it might be down to him. Again. And he supposed, after everything Nigel had let him get away with, maybe he owed him the same courtesy.

Peter got off a lot lighter than Malaki. His bump to the head had felt a lot worse than it was, and a quick clean and dressing, and a glass of water was all it took to fix him up. As for Malaki... Well, even without seeing how it happened, there were enough bloody medical consumables for anyone to see the extent of it, and not long after Peter got there, he was sick. And then he was sick again, and his consciousness started drifting. It was bad, and Peter had way too much experience with it.

The headmaster and boarding master were summoned, and before long, Malaki was packed up to go to hospital, and the paramedics asked the question all four children had been dreading: “What happened?”

Everyone looked at Peter. He started crying, just a bit.

“...We...” he looked at Nigel. “We were just messing about...”

Mr Pipe-Fowler shook his head. “You’ve been very silly, all of you”

“This one’s always silly” Mr Hardwood, the boarding master, sighed. “He needs putting back on baby reins”

Mr Pipe-Fowler escorted Millie, Nigel, and Peter to their first lesson, made their excuses, and left. Once they were settled in groups, Nigel leant across the table.

“Why did you let me get away with it?”

Peter didn’t want to answer. Flo pushed his whiteboard at him.

“I want to know, too”

Peter picked up his whiteboard pen.

I owed you one

Nigel nodded slowly. “Well. Thank you. My father would have killed me”

“You deserve everything you get” Millie said.

“Everyone makes mistakes” Flo said. “You’ve let Peter get away with things. Not as bad as that, but, well, I suppose you’ve levelled the playing field now”

“Table three!” Mr Jones barked. “Stop gassing and get on with your work!”

“Sorry, Mr Jones!”

Peter looked down at his workbook. Luckily the rest of the morning was independent study. Maybe he’d see if he was allowed a practice room. He couldn’t get Malaki of his mind, but maybe a bit of playing would help.

Mr James was happy to make an exception and allow Peter full reign of a practice room.

“Stay as long as you like” he said. “I’ve got a class but I’ll check on you in a bit if you’re still here”

Peter just nodded. He waited till he was alone, and then sat down at the piano. He leant his elbow on the keys, listening to the heavy notes reverberate as he did so. He rested his head on his hand and tapped a few keys. He couldn’t get the events of the morning off his mind. He still wasn’t entirely sure how it had all happened, but he wished it hadn’t. He couldn’t seem to settle his mind now. He didn’t even feel like playing. Really, he just wanted to go home and go to sleep. He wished it was a viable option. It almost made him envy the boarders: some of them had the option to go back to the boarding houses for their independent study periods. That would be a godsend.

The rest of the day seemed to drag painfully slowly. Peter was exhausted by the time the final bell rang. He dragged himself outside, feeling even more tired and fed up when he saw Tony’s car waiting for him.

“Hey, kiddo” Tony said as he climbed into the car. “Hey! What happened to your head?!”

“Can you take me to the hospital?”

“What? Why, what is it?! Does your head hurt? Do you feel sick, dizzy?”

“It’s not for me! I need to see Malaki!”

Tony blinked at him. “Malaki? Hey, Peter, what happened?”

Tony rested his hand on the back of Peter’s neck, looking at him worriedly. Peter looked at him for a moment, his heart thudding, and suddenly everything came flooding out and he gabbled everything that had happened.

There was a small silence. Tony withdrew his hand.

“It’s probably best we get you home: sounds like you’ve had a rough day”

“I need to see Malaki! Please, just for a bit. It’s not like we’ve got anything much to get back for”

“I’m not so sure it’s a good idea. What if he’s not allowed visitors?”

“He is; he texted and told me. Dad, please! I really need to see him. Please...”

Tony sighed. “Alright, alright. I’ll take you, but if they say you can’t see him, we’re not arguing, ok?”

What choice did he have? After all, at least this distracted from the other obvious trauma. And Peter was speaking to him again, at least. That had to count for something.

#my writing #fanfiction #mcu fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #frostiron #irondad and spiderson #an update! I can hardly believe it!#and it's got a new title too

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kellyxo1 · 5 years

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Hidden - Douglas Booth Imagine

Requested: No

Warnings: Fluff

Word Count: 797

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‘’Douglas?’’ You called out when you got home from working late. No reply. ‘’Where did he run off to?’’ You asked no-one in particular, setting down your bag on the chair. While cracking your back that was sore, you noticed a little sticky note on the table. You picked it up and read it. ‘Hey lovely, I know you’re tired, so change in something comfortable and come up to that hidden grass field where we used to hide from our parents. ♥’ You smiled and shook your head. You reminisced back to the days when you and Douglas just started dating. Both your parents didn’t approve of you being together, coming from ‘two different worlds’ as they called it. You would sneak out whenever you had the chance and found a beautiful field where you would hide for hours, enjoying each other’s company. You walked up the stairs, quickly changing into some jeans and a t-shirt. You were tired, Douglas was right about that, but all of this made you feel like 16 again. You strolled your way to the field, remembering every step like it was yesterday that you were meeting up. The beginning of the field was overflowed with bushes. Once arrived, you saw dim lights flickering that showed a shadow that formed Douglas’s shape. You walked up to him. He was standing on a blanket that you recognized. It was one of the things you bought together when you moved in. ‘’Hey beautiful.’’ Douglas said when he hugged you tight. You closed your eyes, feeling his rock hard chest against yours, and his strong arms around you. Douglas kissed you for a moment, and when you broke apart, he set you down on his lap. ‘’What’s all this?’’ You asked, gesturing to all the lights and the basket in front of you. ‘’Something special for you.’’ Douglas said, holding you in his arms. You smiled, snuggling up to him. ‘’Remember when we used to sit like this, watching the stars?’’ Douglas said. You smiled again, and nodded. ‘’Of course I do.’’ You whisper. He buried his face in your hair. After a few minutes you heard your stomach growl. ‘’Hmm.. I’m actually quite hungry.’’ You said, eyeing the basket. ‘’Well, you should see if there’s anything in there you like.’’ Douglas said, letting you go so you could reach the basket. You opened it but instead of finding food in there, your fingertips touched something velvet like. You took it in both hands and when you pulled it out, you saw it was a beautiful bouquet of red roses. You didn’t know what to say and looked at Douglas. ‘’Happy anniversary, baby.’’ He smiled, kissing you on the cheek. ‘’It’s a rose for every year that we’ve known each other.’’ He finished. ‘’But our anniversary is on the 19th.’’ You said in disbelieve. ‘’Yeah babe, it’s the 19th today.’’ Douglas chuckled. You counted the days in your head, followed by slapping your forehead. It completely slipped your mind. ‘’Oh Douglas… I’m so so..-‘’ You couldn’t finish your apology because Douglas rested a finger on your lips. ‘’You already give me everything that I could wish for. So don’t even go there.’’ Douglas stated. You blushed, your face red from both his words and the embarrassment of forgetting this day. You counted the roses that came to a number of 15. You have known each other from when you were both 8 years old. When you held the bouquet close to you so you could smell them you noticed one thing. ‘’Hey, there’s one white rose in the middle.’’ You said smiling. Douglas looked at you. ‘’Yeah, that one is very special. Look inside.’’ He said, nodding towards the single white rose. You gave him a confused look before looking back at the rose, gently unfolding the flower. Something shiny caught your eye and when you took it between your fingers, you gasped. You looked back at Douglas. He was now on one knee, holding your hand. His green eyes shimmered in the soft lights, that were surrounding you. Douglas took a deep breath and started talking. ‘’They said we wouldn’t last, and they tried to break us apart…’’ He said, taking the beautiful ring, officially presenting it to you. ‘’…But the strength you showed me to keep us together, and to stay strong no matter what lie throws at us, will be the only thing that I will always remember.’’ Douglas wiped away a tear that escaped from your eye. ‘’Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?’’ Douglas said, looking you in the eyes. ‘’Oh my.. Douglas! Yes!’’ You said, crying happy tears, flinging your arms around his neck. Douglas held your hand and shove the ring on your finger. You looked at it. It was so beautiful. You looked at Douglas. ‘’I love you.’’ You said, smiling a big smile. ‘’I love you more.’’ Douglas replied, kissing you underneath the stars.

#douglas booth #the dirt #nikki sixx

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pinetasticapple · 4 years

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What if we had known each other first and fallen in love second: Princess Fragrance

Also on ffnet and ao3!

Marinette knew the news were always going to cover as many attacks as possible, but the one of today wasn't that terror inducing.

Ok, vanishing an important landscape of the entire country was horrifying for many but nothing had happened in the end. The worst so far was that she was missing science class which was way worse than a vanishing tower for a few hours.

She peeked out of the subway stairs as she went back to street level and back to school when she heard a sneeze coming out from her pocket.

"Tikki!" she gasped "you don't look well."

Did kwamis get sick? Marinette's mind started to whirl in full speed. What was she going to do?

"I know about a healer, I'll tell you where to go," Tikki was shivering in her purse. Ok that did make a little sense, maybe there was a kwami expert. But Marinette's nerves got the best of her, thinking that maybe he would get suspicious and ask around and what if he started to ask about kwamis and figured out she was Ladybug? What if he started to ask questions?

Speaking of,

"Oh no, my teacher is going to question why I'm late again" she peered down at her purse. This was important but also keeping her identity secret. She would do it right after class, if word got to her parents she was skipping class it would be way worse later.

"Tikki, can I take you to the healer right after school?"

Tikki gave her a small reassuring nod and Marinette felt bad for making her endure the…cold she had got but balancing priorities was something Marinette was slowly getting used to even after all this time as a super hero.

It didn't help that she tripped right as she opened the lab door, falling right in front of Ms. Mendeleiv's desk.

"Ah Marinette, what excuse do you have for us this time?" the teacher peered over the desk at her, Marinette pulling herself up from the floor with embarrassment written on her face "accidentally locked yourself in the bathroom again?"

Marinette hated creating excuses on the spot. Lying was never a good thing and it was a struggle to come up with something as she babbled about a dog she did not have.

The sudden aroma of perfume invaded their nostrils, the teacher moving past Marinette to the back of the classroom where Rose was spraying some on an envelope. Marinette took the opportunity to slid into her seat, noticing Adrien wasn't there either. Lucky cat, he could pull off a shoot or something as excuse. So much for their week agreement.

"Watch what happens when you play around with flammable substances in a chemistry lab," Ms. Mendeleiv called back their attention as she sprayed perfume on a vase to cover a Bunsen burner, only for it to lit up and create a small explosion inside the vase.

"Just to make sure you all remember that, I'll be quizzing you tomorrow on lab safety, again."

Marinette groaned in her desk.

The class went on and even if she was lucky it was the last, she couldn't help but to tap her fingers while she waited for the bell to ring.

"Woah, what's the hurry?" Alya held her back at the stairs "something wrong?"

"Ah? No, it's just-"Marinette smiled, glancing to a side to see Adrien running up to the school "oh, I should give Adrien today's notes, we don't want his dad scolding him for getting behind, right?"

"Ever so considerate Marinete" Alya smiled "go on then."

Marinette gave her a thumbs up and went down the stairs, checking on her purse fast to see how Tikki was holding up.

"Ok, I'm taking you to the healer now," she mumbled into her purse, not realizing where she was walking until her feet tripped on a student's bag, sending her flying the last steps towards the asphalt…

Only to be caught right in the arms of Adrien.

"You ok? Nothing broken?"

"Yeah" she stood up, dusting her pants off "I'm in a sort of hurry," she could tell Adrien about Tikki suddenly sick, but Nino was there and he was pointing at Adrien back to school, no wonder to help him catch up with notes. Ah, she'd have to tell him at night "don't worry about it."

"Alright," Adrien smiled and went with Nino back inside. He had totally missed the last class and had to catch up fast unless he wanted his father finding out about his sudden ditching.

"So," he asked Nino once he had retrieved the chemistry notes "did I miss anything interesting?"

"The usual of sorts" Nino shrugged "Marinette arriving late, Ms. Mendeleiv sending a student to the principal and oh yeah, we have a quiz on lab safety tomorrow."

"Again?" Adrien winced "who set something on fire this time?"

Nino laughed "no one dude, but Rose was with a bottle of perfume and you know how the teacher is."

"I mean, it is a flammable thing" Adrien slung his bag "but I should get going and catch up with these."

"No sweat Adrien, text you later!"

Adrien smiled and waved goodbye, making his way to the entrance where the Gorilla was already waiting for him. He fiddled with his phone on the way back, humming as he checked for any new messages.

"Honey, honey, nearly kills me" he sang as he checked out the usual reminders from Nathalie about his schedule, the few memes Nino had sent and the thread of messages he had with Marinette.

[Sun. 23:59]

Buginette: Ok but it is not implied in the movie Bill is her father

Catdrien: Genetics!

Buginette: Adrien, they are actors, besides! They all became her father :D

Catdrien: But I really wanted to know ^ↀᴥↀ

Buginette: You know what they said, curiosity killed the chat~

Catdrien: But satisfaction brought it back! (ฅ'ω'ฅ)

Buginette: Hm, we can watch the sequel if you want, for now I am going to bed, Night night!

Adrien smiled to his phone. That had been a good movie night. He made a beeline to his room to get done with catching up. He could probably convince Marinette to sneak by and play some videogames too.

Adrien sat down and turned on the tv to have background noise, working on the notes without another hitch until the news started to broadcast. Oh yeah, he remembered as he piled up the papers, the prince from Achu was going to be in town.

He was about to turn off the tv when his phone buzzed.

[Mon. 16:45]

Buginette: AÑGDHSH ｡･ﾟﾟ･(д)･ﾟﾟ･｡

Adrien stared at the screen.

Catdrien: Everything alright?

Buginette: No! Chloe got a hold of Tikki and I'm trying to get her back

Adrien looked at the tv where there was a live broadcast of the prince shaking hands with Chloe, who had just given him a plush toy and…

Oh, Adrien's eyes widened in realization. That was definitely not a plush toy.

But how did Chloe get a hold of her in the first place?

Catdrien: I'm sure if you tell the prince he will give her back to you?

Buginette: He's surrounded by the media, the mayor and Chloe, how am I going to do that?

He looked at the tv again, only to be even more confused at the sudden change in people.

"What is going on there?" he leaned forward in his seat, only to find an akuma right there, with green skin and pink hair, holding out what looked like a sci-fi kind of laser gun. Oh this was bad, very bad. He had to transform and catch up with Ladybug… who was unable to transform at the moment.

"Oh shoot, Plagg!" he looked around for the small kwami "let's go Plagg!"

"I'm still chewing!" he heard him moan from the waste basket but he was not going to waste time on this one, especially if Ladybug was compromised.

"Claws out!" he called his transformation and jumped out of the window and towards the hotel. Maybe he could help sneak out Tikki from the prince's pocket as he moved them to safety, that would give Marinette time to transform and purify the akuma.

He arrived just in time to see said prince with Chloe and who had to be the prince's assistant backing away from the akuma.

As well as a hideous stench so hard it made his eyes water.

Chat focused on throwing her away as far as he could. If her objective was the prince, then the right thing to do was to take him somewhere safe. He made sure they went down his baton just like firefighters do and took a quick glance around, but he didn't find sight of Marinette nor Tikki.

Chat jumped down and tagged along to the car the prince had arrived in, the assistant pushing the pedal to accelerate away from the place. Chat dared to take a peek behind on the passenger seat but there was no sight of the kwami on prince Ali's persona. Not to mention, the stench was getting unbearable he was glad the PR opened the windows to get some fresh air.

Part of him knew he had to get out of the vehicle and chase after the akuma, but he also needed to stall for time so Ladybug could show up.

A stumble above them made him look up to see the akuma already on their toes, and the windows didn't close in time to avoid her attack. Chat covered his nose and tried to kick himself out of his seat, but holding his breath and fighting an akuma proved to be too much, his nostrils burning from need of oxygen.

'I'm sorry Marinette' he thought right as the purple perfume invaded his nose, his mind going foggy and blank.

]x[

Marinette was so hoping the miraculous cure would put the scooter back where she had found it but this was an emergency. She caught sight of Chat handling himself fine against Princess Fragrance but they were a team. Sure, he was the shield but Marinette liked it better when they worked together.

She saw the car wreck and felt her pulse raising more. Her panic of not finding Tikki plus not being able to help Chat with this villain was starting to get the best of her.

"Tikki?" she called in the car, looking at each seat, the front and back, tears welling up when she found the small kwami underneath the driver's seat "oh I was so worried, we need to get you help!"

"We don't have time" Tikki's voice was quieter, her body trembling in her hands "you need to transform, I'll be ok…"

"No, I'm not making that same mistake, I'm taking you to the healer now" she stood up and walked in the direction Tikki said, her hands clutching tight the kwami towards what seemed to be a massage parlor. Or a tea shop. Marinette didn't have time to ponder that kind of thing.

The old man didn't ask much questions as he worked on what seemed to be meditation and working with energy. She couldn't help but to remember her mother, even if it wasn't the same way she practices meditating.

"What type of cat do you say?"

Marinette flinched, her smile freezing in her face as she babbled on something to cover up that small lie.

Lying was definitely not her thing, she sighed as the old man smiled and went back to work.

"Unusual" he just said behind a smile "we are finished; your cat's health has been restored."

Marinette glanced at Tikki, smiling as the kwami looked way better than when they had arrived.

"Oh thank you, thank you so much sir!" she smiled as she held Tikki close and dashed to the door since there still was an akuma on the loose.

Marinette made sure to be as far as possible, looking down at Tikki as soon as the coast was clear.

"Oh Tikki I'm so sorry, you were so sick and I don't know what I'd do without you,"

"You wouldn't be Ladybug for once" the kwami smiled.

"I mean more than that" Marinette smiled back "you are just more than my kwami, you're a close friend."

Tikki nuzzled her cheek, but then turned serious "oh! The Ponts des Artes! That's where they are headed! Chat was also there!"

"What? Is he ok? Was he…"

"There's no time to lose Marinette!" Tikki squished her nose.

"Right, Tikki, spots on!"

Ladybug made her way towards the bridge, her nose itching from the peg she stuck on it but it was necessary to avoid the same fate as Chat. She had to save him from the brainwashing Princess Fragrance did on him so reaching the bridge to see them all gathered there was not an easy sight for her.

Taking out of commission Chloe and the other two civilians was easy. It was Chat who she didn't want to fight.

"Snap out of it Chat Noir!" she tried to call out to him "it's me! Ladybug!"

"Give me your miraculous!" Chat sang at her.

Any other day, under any other circumstance, she would have taken the opportunity to record it. Too bad today was not that day. Also a shame because from what she remembered, that cat could pull 'Dancing Queen' without a problem.

Ladybug sparred Chat, fighting his attacks while trying not to punch him too hard, when she saw the giant pink cloud of perfume covering the sky.

"Uh, better do something before this whole thing blows up in my face," her eyes widened, a lightbulb turning inside her mind. Of course! Perfume was flammable! And didn't the mayor say there was going to be a big firework show for him?

After this she better passed that quiz.

Ladybug taunted Chat against the bridge lamppost, teasing him until he extended the baton at her, perfect chance for her to land on the boat and trample him with her.

"Cataclysm!" Chat sang again and honestly, Ladybug winced, that was so not Chat's tone at all, but it was what she wanted him to do as she sidestepped and tripped him, causing the destructive magic to hit the operation box that set off the fireworks. Ladybug smiled as the cloud dissipated above them and mumbled an apology to Chat as she pushed him to the river. She had to hurry and chase after Princess Fragrance to stop her from possessing more people.

Ladybug managed to break the object and purify the akuma, satisfied to see the cure working its way around.

She didn't stay to see what Rose talked about with the prince, her mind preoccupied with Chat as she swung back to the bridge and find him squatted near a tree, drying himself off the river water.

"Ladybug!" Chat rushed to her and pulled her into a tight hug "are you alright? Did you find the akuma?"

"I did" she smiled in the hug "I'm so glad to see you're alright."

"I'm…" he glanced down "I got compromised, I'm sorry."

"Hey," she squeezed his shoulders, turning his attention back to her "you didn't intend for it to happen, and you managed on your own too!"

"Yeah but, let's not make that a habit" he winced "it's way more difficult that way."

"That's why we're partners" she smiled just as her earring beeped "oh, right."

"Meet up later?" Chat extended his baton, his ring also beeping.

"Of course" Ladybug gave him another smile "so I can tell you how bad you sing when you try to reach bass range!"

Chat felt his cheeks flush.

#miraculous ladybug #ml fanfic #fanfiction #fan fiction #miraculous ladybug fanfiction

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kitcat992 · 6 years

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It’s Easier to Build Strong Children (Than to Repair Broken Men) Irondad/Spiderson Fluff

So I was in the store the other day and walked across the perfume/cologne aisle. Mindlessly I was looking for my fragrance when I — randomly — remembered the scene from Homecoming.

You know, this one.

And then it hit me, a fact that I’m sure others have already come to realize. It’s very likely that the cologne Peter used belonged to Uncle Ben. (That and there was apparently dialogue hinting towards the suit also being Ben’s, but my heart can’t go there right now)

So long story short — I ended up with this.

It’s Easier to Build Strong Children (Than to Repair Broken Men)

There were very few dates that Tony came to memorize. In fact, he was pretty sure he could count them all on his one hand.

December 16th, 1991. The night his parents died.

May 29th, 1970. His own birthday.

May 5th, 1973. Pepper’s birthday — that one took some time to remember.

May 16th, 2012. The attack on New York.

The month of May was proving to be a troublesome time for him.

He seemed to have an unshakable survivors guilt that never failed to act up around both his birthday and the anniversary of the attack on New York. Every year he tried to make Pepper’s birthday the perfect distraction and every year he managed to fail, miserably. Usually with sparks and flames, because fireworks were his go-to and even those somehow turned out awful.

So when October 3rd, 2017 rolled around, he knew he’d remember the day for one reason. Not because of the date, no, it was the person involved.

May Parker.

“I’m going to have you arrested,” she said, finger wagging in his direction. “That’s what I’m going to do. I’m calling the cops, I’m reporting you, I’m — I’m — I’m—”

Tony rubbed at his forehead. “You’re not having me arrested, Ms. Parker.”

“Shh!” she hissed. “You don’t get to talk. You — you...be quiet, mister!”

Tony sniffed, hard. It was a move he did when he needed to restrain himself from showing too much emotion, followed by a flick of his thumb over his nose. He sat quietly on the couch in the Parker’s living room, one leg crossed over the other, his elbow resting on the armrest of the sofa.

May paced in front of him, back and forth repeatedly until he was sure she’d create a hole in the floor. He stayed relatively quiet throughout her rant, deciding it was best to let her get everything out before he said anything.

She crossed her arms over her chest. “This is a nightmare. I can’t believe this, I can’t believe you, I can’t — this isn’t happening!”

October 3rd, 2017. The day was nothing short of a nightmare. As if the weekend leading up to it wasn’t bad enough — his plane carrying the most essential Avengers belongings crashed and burned on Coney Island and the clean up was a headache he still hadn’t shaken off. Then he found out the kid helped save his ass when someone tried stealing those items, and then the same kid turned down a spot on the team that he was really hoping he’d join.

It took less than twenty-four hours after all that for things to really go to hell in a hand-basket.

“Ms. Parker, hear me out,” he said.

She shook her head. “No.”

“Ms. Parker —”

“No, no, no, you —!”

“May!”

“I’m not letting you—!”

“May!”

They were shouting over each other now, May’s shrill voice easily overtaking Tony’s calm but firm tone.

It had taken twelve phone calls and voicemails before he got wind of the situation. Eleven were from her and only one was from Peter himself. That was the voicemail telling him this wasn’t a situation he could ignore.

“May, it’s fine — May, calm down, it’s fine! It’s fine — oh crap, it beeped. Hi, Mr-Mr. Stark, it’s Peter. Parker. Uhm, so, uh, my aunt sorta...kinda...found out about the whole Spider-man thing. Uh, yeah, I’m-I’m uh...I’m screwed. Uhm, I could use — May, I told you I’m calling him now. No, I don’t know why Happy isn’t picking up, I’m — call me back...when you get this, Mr. Stark. And sorry. For everything.”

Tony shot up from the couch, grabbing her shoulders as gently as he could, forcing her to stay in one place and look him in the eye.

He wouldn’t tell a single soul, but the anger that radiated off her scared him to his core. It could easily give Pepper Potts a run for her money, and that said something.

“May,” he started. “You have to accept that this was his choice.”

“He’s going to get hurt,” she fired back. “You’re — you’re going to let him get hurt, you’re enabling that, you’re—”

“No. No, I’m not. I promise you,” Tony assured her. “I gave him the suit so he could be safe. You saw what he was running around in before — that was not safe.”

May paused, the crease on her forehead relaxing as recognition fell over her features.

“Oh my god. That hoodie. I knew I saw that hoodie somewhere before...I bought that hoodie!” She sat down on the sofa, her head falling into her hands. “This can’t be happening.”

Tony was ninety percent sure she was about to cry, and tears were far, far out of his element. He cleared his throat, intentionally loud to gain her attention before sitting down next to her.

“I know this wasn’t the most...ideal way for you to find out.”

May shot him a glare.

Tony held his hands in the air.

“He wanted to keep it secret. I respected that.” Tony defended. “But I need you to hear me out, May. If you tell anyone...if word gets out that I, Tony Stark, am assisting a superhero vigilante...they’re going make him sign the Sokovia Accords.”

“Oh god,” May mumbled.

“Between you and me, I’d rather keep him far away from that disaster of a government legislation. At least until he’s out of high school. That’s only fair — to him, to you. This doesn’t have to get out of our control.”

Tony wasn’t lying. It was probably the most earnest he had been since entering the apartment. The Accords may have ruined his life, but they didn’t need to ruin Peter’s. Not when the most the kid wanted to do was save a few old ladies from muggings and cats from trees.

And take down a hijacked plane with all the Avenger’s belongings in it. Tony wouldn’t live that one down.

“So,” Tony clapped his hands together. “Where would you like me to begin?”

May sighed, shaking her head. “He’s just a kid.”

Tony paused, a look washing over his face as if he were trying to decide on something. He let a beat pass before speaking up.

“Would it help if I told you he hacked a multi-million dollar suit and went against implicit orders I gave him?”

There were a of couple lessons he took away from that experience.

The first and foremost was that the Parker kid couldn’t keep a secret to save his life. Apparently, his aunt wasn’t the only one to discover his vigilante outings, already having a friend who deemed the role of ‘guy in the chair’, whatever the hell that meant. Tony had a gut feeling there’d be more to come, especially if he kept putting on his suit, in broad daylight, in openly exposed alleyways.

The second was that he never, ever let May Parker go to voicemail.

He was in his workshop underneath his Bugatti Veyron when FRIDAY patched her call through.

“Ah, Ms. Parker.” He laid a tool-wrench down on the ground. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Tony,” she greeted. “How many times do I have to tell you — it’s May.”

“Of course. And a lovely name at that.” Tony rolled out from underneath the car, wiping his hands on a dirty shop rag. “What can I do for you? It’s not the Spiderling, is it? Still keeping his grades up, not skipping classes, being a good boy and all that nonsense?”

“No, no, it’s nothing like that. Peter’s doing fine.”

Tony was slightly relieved at the answer. It had been months since the ‘cat out of the bag’ incident and for the most part, May never had to contact him with any serious concerns. Peter knew that school was a priority, he knew and — mostly — obeyed his curfew. There really wasn’t any cause for concern. Honestly, he felt like they had a great handle on the situation.

Still, there was always a first time for everything.

Tony stood from the floor, tossing the shop rag onto the nearest table.

“It’s the devil’s lettuce, isn’t it?” He feigned a gasp. “Those damn kids with their experimenting and hoopla.”

May chuckled on the other line. “As much as I would love for that to be the extent of trouble Peter gets into, no. It’s about his birthday. You know it’s next week, right?”

Tony winced. He actually didn’t know, but in his defense, he wasn’t great with dates.

“Of course. What’s the young buck turning? Twelve? Thirteen?”

He could practically see May roll her eyes. “Sixteen.”

That, Tony did know. The kid loved to bring it up anytime he mocked him about his age — (“I’m almost sixteen, Mr. Stark.”) which tend to be a lot, something Tony couldn’t help. (“Yeah? Talk to me when you have to shave more than once a week.”) Teasing him had become his favorite pastime.

He didn't know, however, that it was right around the corner. Jeeze, it felt like a couple months ago the kid was fourteen and getting his passport for Germany.

“They grow up so fast,” Tony said, pouring himself a disgustingly green smoothie. “You want my help celebrating? I have a great reputation for throwing parties.”

“No, no, it’s just going to be a small get together. A few of his friends, birthday cake, he mentioned a Star Wars marathon — nothing big.”

Tony took a sip of his smoothie as May spoke overhead, carefully eyeing the fancy sports car he had been working on.

An idea popped into his head.

“How can it be a small get together? Where is he going to show off the car I’m buying him?”

“Ah!” May immediately responded. “See. That’s why I called.”

Tony had already pulled up a holographic screen from one of his computers, scrolling through dealerships and different types of cars with a flick of his wrist.

“About what? May, it’s his sweet sixteen. Everyone gets a car for this sixteenth, kid needs a car.”

“No.” she argued. “Peter does not need a car.”

“Mhmm...agree to disagree.” Tony stopped the scroll of images to eye one vehicle in particular. His fingers zoomed in on it, spinning it around. “He likes red, right? Obviously he likes red. Smart kid, my favorite color, his favorite color, we get along so well.”

“Tony. no.”

He frowned, coking his head to the side. “Tony no? I’m not too sure what that means.”

“We live in Queens. In New York. Where is he going to drive a car?”

“In Queens, New York,” Tony insisted. “I don’t understand, what’s the problem?”

He could hear May sigh over the phone. “Listen, I am eternally grateful that you helped him get his permit. You went above and beyond with his driving lessons and lending him your car and — thank you again, for all of that. But...he doesn’t need his own car. Not yet.”

Tony pursed his lips in thought. Ultimately he waved the pages of internet research aside, clearing them away and settling into a chair at his desk.

“Already, I’ll bite.” He leaned back, crossing his arms over his chest. “Aside from smothering my taste in gifts, what’s on your mind?”

“I wanted to offer a suggestion.”

Tony nodded. “I’m listening.”

“Peter’s been...” she paused to cluck her tongue. “Listen, you can’t tell him what I’m about to tell you.”

Tony shook his head and muttered, “Full of demands today, aren’t we aunt hottie.”

“I heard that,” she snapped.

May didn’t immediately resume talking and Tony almost considered apologizing, uncomfortable with how long of a break she took. He sipped from his smoothie, already half done by the time she audibly cleared her throat and spoke up again.

“Peter’s been seeing this girl. Michelle or Chelle or MJ...I don’t know, but he’s been seeing her a lot lately. They’ve been going out on a few dates and he really doesn’t want anyone to know but he doesn’t know that I know and he can’t know that you now know.”

Tony blinked. “Wow. That was a mouthful. And if I may say — is this kid doomed not to keep a secret?”

May hummed. “That’s a little harsh. I only know because of the smell.”

Tony choked on his drink. “I’m-I’m sorry, the smell? Next you gonna tell me that you found crusty socks in his hamper?”

“Oh that’s gross,” May scolded. “That is so gross. Tony.”

He laughed. “May, he’s a teenager. Do you expect any less?”

“That’s why I wanted to talk to you.”

Tony set his drink aside. “I’m sure the kid can handle buying his own rubbers.”

“Why do you always make me regret reaching out?”

Tony chuckled. He honestly found humor in the situation but kept his real response to himself. He didn’t want to admit that anytime he spoke with May, it painfully reminded him of how young Peter was. It was like a reality check he never asked for, finding it easier to see the kid through his mask and Baby Monitor feed than what he actually was — a kid.

It wasn’t a fact he could run from forever. Especially if he was going to let the Parker’s get so close to him.

Who was he kidding, he failed at stopping that from happening a long time ago. Most days Peter had him wrapped around his lanky little fingers, which made it harder to say no to any request May had for him.

“I apologize,” Tony said. “You were saying?”

“The smell — it’s his cologne. Which isn’t actually his, it’s — it was...my late husband’s. And as much as I loved Ben, he had an awful taste. He insisted on using this fragrance that smelt like wet wood and beeswax,” May explained. “I had Peter try a little bit for his Homecoming dance, you know...make him feel a little more mature and all, but he hated the smell more on himself than when it was on Ben.”

“But he’s using it?” Tony asked.

“Yeah, he’s using it. And I’m about ready to throw the bottle out to stop him. I’m not sure how this poor girl is putting up with it. I guess anything is better than teenage B.O, but still. It’s so bad.”

This was the first time Tony was hearing about the problem. It had been a couple weeks since he last had Peter over at the compound, so clearly he and this girl couldn’t have been going out for too long. Not that high-school relationships ever lasted more than a month to begin with.

Still, if he had smelt something as awful as wet wood and beeswax, he would have stepped in sooner.

“Alright, I think I see where this is going,” Tony said. “But I have to ask — why are you coming to me with this? Are you that hard up on cash that you can’t afford a bottle of cologne?”

Tony was shocked May didn’t have a smart-ass comeback for that. He knew she had problems with his need to buy his way out of everything while she stayed in the working class. It wasn’t his best phrasing and he actually winced in anticipation of her response, surprised when her next words came through soft over the speakers.

“I considered buying something. I don’t...I just don’t feel like it should come from me.”

Tony frowned. Then who else would it —

Oh.

Ohhh.

“You don’t want…me to...?”

Things had just immediately jumped out of his element. Tony swallowed the discomfort that settled heavily in his throat, fighting off the urge to end the phone call before things got too real.

“You don’t have to,” May insisted. “I wanted to put the idea out there, that’s all. Peter has had it rough with...father figures in his life. He’s lost the only two he’s ever had. First Richard, then Ben...I’m doing everything I can, but I’m still only his aunt. The cool aunt, mind you —”

“But the aunt,” Tony finished. “I get it.”

May sighed, and he could hear her pacing against the tile floor of her home. Apparently, he wasn’t the only one out of his element with this subject. Her nerves were clear in her voice.

“I don’t know if you realize this, I don’t even know how okay you are with this..” she started, “Whether I like it or not, Peter respects you. He looks up to you. I’m not thrilled it’s you, but he needs someone to play that role in his life. And you’ve been...you’ve actually been doing a good job at that. I haven’t seen Peter so much like, well...Peter, since Ben passed. It’s nice.”

Her voice got small, quiet even over the loudspeakers in the workshop. Tony heard her, though. He heard the emotion laced in her words and the strain that came from speaking her late husband’s name. He heard what she was saying.

And yet he couldn’t help but find the irony in it all. He never wanted kids, he never asked for kids, he and Pepper were good without kids.

How the hell did he still end up with a kid?

A good one, mind you. Smart, very smart, heroic, wise and mature beyond his years — Tony scrubbed at his face and held back a groan. He supposed there really was a first time for everything.

May broke him out of his thoughts. “Listen, if I’ve made you uncomfortable —”

“I’ll do it,” Tony interrupted. “Someone has to teach the kid how to be fashionable, right?”

He masked the truth behind his humor, and while May chuckled, he had a good feeling she saw right through it. The kid had great instincts, that went without saying. He chose to be a superhero, no one forced him into it. That was a lecture he had to tell May.

But great instincts would only get him so far. He still needed a support team and somehow Tony Stark ended up in that mix.

May’s heels finally stopped walking across the floor. “Thank you, Tony.”

Tony sniffed and swiped at his nose.

Peter opened the door to his apartment, immediately stopping when a plastic light-saber swung recklessly in front of him.

“Young Anakin Skywalker.” Ned poked the light-saber to his chest. “You were the chosen one!”

Jaw unhinged, Peter tossed his keys to the side and dropped his book-bag to the floor. “Dude, awesome! Where’s mine!?”

Ned pointed behind him with the light-saber. “In the kitchen. We got you a red one.”

From across the living room, a dry, humorless voice stated, “You’re not supposed to tell him, dweeb.”

Peter looked in the direction, walking further into the apartment as MJ swung over the couch. She sat on her knees, chin resting against the backrest of the sofa.

She gave one wave in Peter’s direction. “Whadaup, dork?”

“Hey.” Peter gestured to the sofa where she sat, awkwardly smiling. “You-you came. Cool.”

MJ shrugged. “Yeah, well, I had nothing better to do tonight, so...” her voice trailed off and her eyes wandered to the floor, deciding instead to play with her short fingernails instead of finishing the conversation.

Ned jabbed an elbow in Peter’s side, who proceeded to furrow his brows and snap his head over, mouthing a very obvious ‘dude!’

“Peter!” May called from the kitchen. “In here!”

There was no hesitation when Peter took the chance to escape. He practically jogged into the kitchen, stopping short of the table where May stood with her apron on, decorating a birthday cake. There was a bit of chocolate frosting on her cheek that made him laugh.

“Hey, May,” he greeted, chuckling.

May looked up and smiled, dropping the bag of frosting and stepping forward for a hug. Peter held his arms open in return.

“Hey, kiddo.” She squeezed him hard, rubbing his back in her grip. “Happy birthday.”

“Thanks,” Peter muffled into her shirt.

May held him tighter. “Ben would be so proud to see you right now. The man you’re growing up to be...”

Her voice began to break in a way Peter couldn’t stand to hear. He nodded his head, though it went unseen in her embrace.

“I know. I miss him.” Peter felt the knot in his throat growing and his body swayed side to side as she rocked him. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” May pulled away, smiling while she ruffled his hair. “Go to your room real quick. There’s a present on your bed that I think you’ll want to open in private.”

Peter wasn’t sure if she heard her right. He pointed behind him and over his shoulder where his bedroom was, as if needed affirmation to where she asked him to go.

May nodded, shooing him off, physically pushing him away with a “Go, go!”

He managed to make it there without gaining MJ or Ned’s attention, the two preoccupied with Decathlon practice questions to notice. His door was already open albeit cracked, making him wonder what exactly was going on.

His steps faltered as he saw what was inside. He closed his door quietly, never once turning away from the small, gift-wrapped package sitting on his bottom bunk. The last time he had a surprise in his room, it was a brown paper bag that managed to get him into a world of trouble. This, at least, looked slightly less suspicious.

The springs of his bed squeaked as he sat down. The box was small and covered in red and gold wrapping paper with the added touch of a blue bow. He hesitantly opened it, peeling the gift wrap away slowly.

Inside was a bottle of cologne. A very, very, very expensive looking bottle of cologne. Peter couldn’t help but gawk at it for the longest time.

A note sat on top, the edges embroidered and the paper feeling slightly heavy in his hands, fancy card-stock that he didn’t typically see on a day to day basis.

And yet the message on it was handwritten.

Peter read it.

Mr. Parker,

As Tom Ford once said, “Good manners and good cologne is what transforms the man into a gentleman.”

You’ve excelled at the former but need some guidance on the latter.

Happy birthday, kid.

T.S

He jolted in surprise as hard banging on his bedroom door caught his attention.

“Dude, hurry up!” Ned yelled from outside, his fist pounding relentlessly. “I want you to open my present, it’s a one thousand two hundred piece BB8 lego set!”

“Dork!” MJ shouted. “You’re not supposed to tell him what you got him!”

Peter laughed, setting the note and glass jar of cologne aside on his nightstand. Of his entire sixteen year existence, the past year had definitely been the weirdest. And while he never expected Tony Stark to play such a large role in that...well, he was kinda glad he that did.

The next time he and Mr. Stark were together, the man playfully punched him on the shoulder, casually complimenting that he smelt nice and had an “extraordinary taste in fragrance.” Peter then decided to let him know about MJ, asking for a few dating tips in the process.

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Open Late--Josh Dun Imagine

new josh dun x reader fic in which you are a vet who happens to find the dog of a famous drummer. Pairing: Josh Dun x Reader Words: 1,174 Pt. coming soon

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(Your POV)

It was an emergency that brought you in early to the clinic. Normal hours were 8 to 5 which left you plenty of time afterward to, you know, live your life, but your mom had woken you up at 6:00 saying her best friend’s cat was sick and asked if you could meet early cause “Y/n she’s really worried about her cat, and she’s a really good friend of mine. Please, I know it’s early, but I really need you to do this for me.” It’s not like you could say no to your mother, especially when she’s so upset, so that’s what brought you into the clinic at 6:30.

It was also an emergency that kept you there late. You were just about close the clinic, in fact, you were in the middle of locking the doors when a stranger ran up to you in a panic saying that his dog was just hit by a car, and he really needed your help. It wasn’t too serious, but a femur needed to be surgically fixed and placed in a cast. Despite the stranger’s thankfulness, you were just slightly resentful of the fact he kept you an extra five hours. You loved your job, really you did, but 16 hours on your feet was not something you want to do constantly.

You were only a block from the clinic when something got your attention. You could hear small whimpers coming from the alleyway on your left. You don’t normally walk into alleyways alone at night, but the whimpers sounded distinctly dog like, and as a vet, it was your duty to take care of animals. You couldn’t leave an animal alone on a night when it was supposed to drop below 0. You were cautious, it could’ve been a trap after all, there were plenty of guys skeezy enough in your town to pull something like that, but you walked into the alley.

Halfway down the alley, a small dog, a retriever puppy, was shivering against the wall. You attempted to pet it, but it shied away and whimpered, but being a vet can come in handy, and in this case, you always had a bag of treats in your purse. Holding out a treat to the dog, “c’mon little guy, I won’t hurt you. Just wanna make sure you don’t freeze.” A few minutes later, some coaxing, and half a bag of treats later, the dog was placed on the lead you keep in your bag, and you were on your way home.

It didn’t take as long as you thought to get home; the puppy was surprisingly well trained. You apartment was smaller than you would like, but owning your own business was already hard enough on your expenses, there’s no telling what a bigger apartment, let alone one you didn’t need-- you were single after all, would do to your finances. As you walked up the stairs, you worried just a little about the prospect of this puppy meeting your yellow lab and husky. Man you really hoped this dog was friendly. You unlocked the door, and led the dog inside. Immediately the sound of your dogs’ feet hit your ears, and you silently prayed to any god that this doesn’t end in a dog fight. To your enjoyment, the three dogs hit it off, and immediately chase each other around. This gives you a few minutes to shower, change, and start getting food. The dogs come running, sniffing around your feet for scraps, and it’s then that you realized they still needed to be fed, so before the water boiled for your mac and cheese, you give the dogs some kibble and water, and turn back to the stove.

After finishing your dinner, you grab the puppy you find and place him on the couch. “Alright little guy, I just wanna check you out, but first let me see what your tag says.” You grab his tag, hoping to see some contact information. ‘Jim Dun, E.S.A, contact (614) xxx-xxxx if found.’ “Your owner is definitely missing you. Let’s get you checked out, and then I’ll call them and let them know your safe.” You spend a couple of minutes checking the puppy out, and you grab your phone. Checking the clock as you press the phone to your ear, you realize its a really late. “I really hope they pick up,” you mutter to the sleeping puppy on your lap as the phone rings in your ear. “Hello?” “Hello, sir. Um.. my name’s Y/n. I found your dog this evening in an alley down the street from my veterinary clinic, and I just wanted to call and let you know that he’s currently at my apartment, safe and fed.” “Oh thank god! I’ve been looking for him for hours. I’m Josh, would it be possible for me to come pick him up. I know it’s late, so we can wait until tomorrow, but I kinda really want him back.” “Of course, sir. I’d like to bring him into my clinic tomorrow to make sure that everything is good. It was almost freezing when I found him, so I’d just want to make sure he’s alright. You could come pick him up tomorrow from the clinic.” “Oh thank you,” Josh replied, “what is the name of your clinic, so I can come pick him up?” “Oh right. It’s called Freedom Animal Clinic. On Main Street. I open at 8:00, so you could stop by at 8:30 to come by and take your dog back.” “Thanks again, Y/n. I guess I’ll see you tomorrow. Oh, by the way, Jim can’t sleep unless he’s in the same bed as you, in fact, he’s trained not to, so good luck.” “Thanks for the heads up, Josh. See you tomorrow, 8:30.” “Good night y/n” Night Josh.”

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The feeling of a warm tongue was what woke you at 6:00. The little retriever puppy was resting his head on your chest and occasionally licked your chin. It would have been adorable had he not woken you up earlier than normal, but since he was young and really cute you gave him a pat on the head and climbed out of bed. Jim followed you around the apartment all morning. Even laying on the bath mat as you showered. At 7:15, each dog was given their breakfast, and were allowed 15 minutes of playtime before you put the lead around Jim’s neck and walked him out the door.

By 8:00 you were at the clinic, greeting your receptionist with a smile and a wave as you headed to your office at the back of the clinic. You grabbed your coat, placed you stuff down, and lead the doc to one of the exam tables. A couple of your vet assistants moved in and out of the rooms with questions, paperwork, and samples from recent patients, and talked through your day. at 8:15 the clinic doors open, and since you were the only vet there currently (your friend and co-owner took a week vacation to cabo with her boyfriend) all the animals came to you. You tied Jim to the chair in the corner, and he was so well behaved that you were able to see two animals before 8:45 which was a record. You were almost done with a cat who needed a couple vaccines when your receptionist Kylie walked in to inform you that a man had come in saying that his lost dog was here. “He says you called him last night, but I don’t know if we should trust him.” It took a few seconds to process what she was telling you, but once you recalled your phone conversation and remembered the dog currently napping on the floor across the room, you told her that you’d be out in a few minutes, and that she should inform him that he needed to fill out some paperwork for Jim’s exam.

Ten minutes later, you came out of the room with the frazzled, and now grumpy cat, handed him to the owner with the instructions that the cone needs to be kept on for week, and placed the file in Kylie’s basket. “The one who came in for the dog, can I have that file?” Kylie handed you a file, and looking it over, you called “Josh Dun?” “That’s me” he called in reply. You look up, and spot the man with a baseball cap pulled pretty far down over his face. As you are ready to instruct him to follow you to the back, he takes off his cap, revealing bright yellow hair and a beautiful smile. Oh no you think. He’s really hot. “If you--” you cleared your throat “If you could follow me I’ll show you to the room where I’ll examine Jim.” He followed closely as you kept your head buried in the paperwork because holy crap he’s hot and I look like I just rolled out of bed, and he’s making me flustered. What do I do? You walked into the room, untied Jim from the chair, and placed him on the table. You stayed silent as you examined him, so that you didn’t miss anything, and ten minutes later you grabbed his chart from the end of the table, and marked that he had a clean bill of health. “Jim looks great, there’s nothing wrong with him that I could tell. No side effects from being outside or anything. Are there any existing conditions you would like me to check up on?” “You’ve done more than enough already” he said as you glanced up from Jim’s chart. “Thank you for everything, y/n, really. He’s very important to me, and I don’t want to imagine what would have happened had you not found him.” “Yes, I noticed he was an ESA.” You looked up and met his eyes “that could have ended quite poorly, but you don’t have to thank me, Josh, I was just doing my job.” He smiled at you as he placed Jim on the floor, and you blushed because wow what an adorable smile. “Y/n?” He put a hand on your arm to stop you from walking out of the room, but it was gentle, warm, and your face flushed again. “Would you let me show you just how thankful I am? I’d uh-- I’d like to take you out to lunch sometime or something.” He looked away and scratched the back of his neck--a sign of nervousness you immediately picked up on, and so did Jim as he nudged Josh’s other hand with his snout. “I mean you don’t have to, this is clearly an unusual circumstance, but I’d really love to take you on a date because you’re cute and smart and attractive, and.....I’m starting to ramble.” You shook your head, an amused smile on your face. “Josh, I’d love to go to lunch with you.” You blushed a little as he smiled that smile again, released the breath he was holding and spoke again. “Awesome! What time works best for you?” “I get off at about 1:00 for my lunch break. If that works for you?” “Yeah that works” he said following you out of the office. You lead him to the door, and as he was leaving, he turned around, smiled again, and said “thanks again! I’ll see you soon!” And just like that, he turned the corner, Jim in tow, and vanished from sight.

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It was hard not to get distracted for the rest of the day, considering a really hot guy asked you out, but 12:30 came around, which was your last scheduled appointment before lunch, and the excitement seemed to triple. You did the workup, gave the necessary shots and medicines, checked the x-ray, and sent the owner and the dog out the door at 1:05. Just as you finished cleaning, Kylie poked her head into the room to tell you that she was taking her break and that “the cute yellowed haired guy came back for you he’s waiting in the sitting room. I’ll let him know you’re almost ready.” You thanked her as she threw you a wink and left to go on lunch. You ducked into the back room to gather your bag and to remove your coat. You checked your hair and makeup, and made your way to the front room.

You were met with a smile when you walked into the room. He was dog-less now, but he was still as handsome as this morning. “You’ll have to forgive me” you began “I wasn’t expecting a date today, so I kinda look like I just rolled out of bed.” It was true since you only had on a pair of leggings and a low cut sweater. “Cut yourself a break, y/n. You literally took my breath away this morning when I saw you.” You blush as his eyes widen in shock, and you hear him whisper “I was not supposed to say that out loud.” “It’s okay, Josh. I’m flattered, really. To be completely honest, you were not what I was expecting when I called you last night.” He just smiled as you closed the door, locked it, and began the walk to his car. “So...where are we going?” “There’s this really small cafe on the edge of town that I like. I’d thought I’d take you there” he replied as he opened the car door for you. “Sounds perfect.” You sat in silence for a few minutes as he made his way out of the town, and since the silence wasn’t uncomfortable, as you thought it would be, you did not expect it to be broken. Which is why you were so startled when he said “so what did you expect, you know, when you called?” “I expected some college douchebag or something. Someone bland. I don’t know it’s stupid.” “So I’m not bland or a douchebag? Well that’s good to know” he chuckled. It was at this moment he pulled up to a small cafe bistro about ten minutes outside of town. The cafe front was floor to ceiling with an awning above the door that read ‘LA LA Land Cafe and Bistro.’ The front had about five tables, each with a small floral centerpiece and beautiful place settings. As Josh talked to the hostess about seating, you got a look around the inside. It was quaint, but despite being small, it had a very homey feel. The interior was themed around light blue and white. The floors were marble with light blue walls. The counters and table were all red oak wood. Fairy lights were strung throughout the whole cafe. The whole things was quite beautiful, and just the place you imagined going on a first date.

The hostess led you and Josh to the table in the back corner, as per the request of Josh, and sat you down. “I get you both some waters, and I’ll come to take your orders shortly” the waitress said with a smile as she turned to leave. You and Josh read the menu in relative silence, and when the waitress returned, you both ordered your food. As she turned to leave, she winked at Josh which sent an unnecessary and shocking volt of jealousy through you. He didn’t seem to notice though, as he was focused on you. “So,” he began, “what led you to become a veterinarian?” That question started off all the conversation. You told him about how you had a pet die when you were young and that had started your career path. The two of you went back and forth about hobbies and interests. The conversation flowed relatively smoothly until the topic of his job came up. When you asked what he did for a living, he paused for about a minute before responding with “I mess around with music,” and he changed the topic as he asked you another question. You couldn’t help but wonder why he’d hesitated, and now that you were thinking about him, you couldn’t but to wonder why he’d had his hat pulled far over his head while he sat in your waiting room and why he’d taken you outside the main city to visit this restaurant when there were plenty of these small cafes in the city, in fact there were like four on the same street as your clinic. It seemed like he was hiding something. It was like he didn’t want to be seen, like he was hiding his face for some reason, and of course, being a single woman and all, warning bells went off as you came to that conclusion. People don’t usually try to hide in public without reason, and the only reason that came to your mind was serial killer or rapist, neither of which you wanted to be around. It was then that you noticed him staring at you, a look of concern on his face. “Y/n, what’s wrong?”

He must have seen your worry on your face because he just stared at you as he waited for your answer. You didn’t think it’d be a good idea to ask if he was a criminal, but you couldn’t help yourself when you asked “are you a serial killer or something? Because I noticed earlier you were trying to hide your face in my clinic, and then you take me out to the edges of town when there are tons of small cafes in the middle of Columbus, and when I asked what you do, you hesitated like you were coming up with a lie. I mean, what does ‘mess around with music even mean’? I’m sorry, this is so bad. I don’t even know you. I should be leaving.” You stood up as you swallowed down a breath because God knows that whole rant took one breath, but before you could turn he gently placed his hand on yours. “Y/n, I see where you’re coming from, but I promise I’m not a serial killer or anything. Please, sit down and let me explain.” He seemed extremely anxious, and despite your instincts telling you to flee before he poisoned you or something, you hesitantly sat back down. “I know it’s suspicious of me to do all of that stuff, and I can see how you could assume I’m some type of criminal, but I’ve been doing all this for a reason.” He released a huge breath, like he was trying to calm himself down, and before he continued, he rubbed the back of his neck in that endearing way again. “I’m sorry about all this, but I knew you didn’t know who I was, and it was naive of me to believe that I could be this selfish without consequences. It’s just that being a famous drummer doesn’t really make life, especially dating, easy for me, and you not knowing who I was really showed me that you were interested in plain, old Josh Dun, and not Josh Dun the Drummer of famous musical duo Twenty One Pilots.” His faced was downcast, and you could tell he was really upset. You felt horrible. He just wanted to go out on a nice date with someone, and you had to ruin it with your paranoia. God, were you an idiot. “Josh?” You hesitate as he looks up and meets your eyes. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize... I mean what kind of idiot asks someone if they’re a serial killer? I’m so sorry i accused you of that, I was just worried... and I know that’s no excuse. I understand if you want to leave. I won’t be offended. I know that was so bad, and I’m really sorry...” you trailed off into silence, afraid you’d embarrass yourself and him even further. An agonizing twenty seconds passed before he broke out into a huge smile. “It’s okay, y/n, I get it. I just hope you aren’t put off by the whole ‘famous’ thing. The paparazzi could be photographing us at this very moment. It can get kinda obnoxious.” “Oh, please. Having photos taken of me is no big deal as long as I’m with you.” You choose to ignore how totally creepy that sounded. “Besides, you’re a drummer? That’s totally hot.” He blushed, smiled, and replied with a small laugh as you blushed in horror at having said that at loud. It was then the waitress came to take your orders. She took yours first, barely hiding her disdain for you, but you thought it was simply because you two were currently the only ones in her section, and therefore, were the cause of her actually having to do her job, but you were quickly proven wrong as she turned to Josh with the brightest smile on her face. “What can I get for you, sir?” The way she said sir bothered you. She was blatantly flirting with him right in front of you, as if you weren’t currently on a date with him. She smiled the entire time Josh was ordering, and as she walked away she winked and said “I’ll have that right out to you, sir, as fast as possible.” She walked away, her hips swaying almost comically, and you glared with all your might as she walked away. How dare she do that? You were very clearly here on a date, and she just up and flirts without any hesitation what a bi- “What’s wrong?” Josh’s question interrupted your inner monologue, and you again turned to face him. “What do you mean?” “Your face right then was the embodiment of ‘if looks could kill.” He smiled reassuringly. “Do you know her? Why do you look so upset?” His questions confused you because he was clearly aware she had been flirting hadn’t he? No one is that oblivious. No way did he not know. “You’re aware that our waitress has been flirting with you this entire time right?” “No.” He deadpanned. “She was?” You responded with and almost hysterical laugh. “Of course she was. The smiles and the winks and the slightly sexual way she called you sir were all clues. You seriously couldn’t tell?” “No I couldn’t tell because I was only paying attention to you.” He smiled as you blushed. “I’m sorry that the waitress’ flirting made you jealous.” He smirked as you gaped. “Jealous? I was not jealous. I was just---uh---just upset that she would have the audacity---that she could so blatantly flirt with you while we were obviously on a date.” You weren’t exactly lying, but you could tell that Josh didn’t believe you. “Whatever you say.” He smirked again as your waitress, Brittany, as you actually looked, slammed your plate down in front of you. You then watched as she gently placed Josh’s food down in front of him, slowly leaned over to whisper something in his ear, and seductively, or as much as she could manage, walk away. You turned back to Josh to be greeted by downcast eyes and a frown.

You began to eat as you waited for him to tell you what that bitch said, but he only began to eat. After a couple minutes in silence, while you subtly glanced at him every few seconds, you decided to ask “Josh? What did she want?” He put his sandwich down, and wiped his hands clean before answering, almost like he was stalling for time. “Well...she said that if I wanted better company that I could call her.” He said it quietly, like he knew that it would set you off, and set you off it did. You blood boiled with anger. How dare she? The flirting, that could have been misread or misunderstood, but this? This was a new low. To directly tell Josh that she was a better option was rude and insulting. Who does she think she is? But as you thought about it, it began to make sense. She was 6x prettier than you. She had a better body, a less busy job. She seemed like the perfect type for a guy like him. Why shouldn’t he go for it. It wasn’t like this date was gonna turn into anything. He was just thanking you. How could someone like Josh ever date someone as plain and ugly as you? “I’m gonna go to the bathroom” you supplied as you realized you had been sitting quietly for a couple of minutes.

You found the restroom on the far side of the building, perfect. You called yourself an Uber, not wanting to inconvenience Josh anymore today, and washed your hands. As you moved toward the door, it swung open, almost hitting you in the process, and Brittany stepped inside. Of fucking course. “Oh it’s you?” she said. She eyed you up and down, sizing you up, scouting the competition. “I’m surprised to see you in here, while there’s a hot piece out there waiting for you. Or maybe not. Maybe he left because how could someone like that ever go out with someone like you. He’s an 11, and you’re a...” she paused, like she was contemplating, “a 4 on a good day. You shouldn’t even bother with him. It’ll never work.” She giggled and continued, “it’s your first date right?” She paused again waiting for an answer. After your refusal to respond she continued, “I thought so.” She smirked like an evil villain. This shit reminded you too much of high school. “You should just quit while you’re ahead.” With that, she went into a stall. Your phone buzzed in your hand, alerting you that your Uber had arrived, yet you stood there, tears threatening to spill, until you heard the flushing of a toilet. You stepped out of the bathroom before she came out, and headed back to the table. Josh looked up from his food as you approached, and was about to say something, but you cut him off. “Here’s twenty dollars for my meal” you said with pleasant detachment. “Thanks for taking me to lunch,” and with that you turned and left, getting straight into the Uber that was waiting for you.

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It was only a ten minute drive until you arrived back at the clinic. You stepped out, thanked the Uber driver, and opened the door. Kylie had already returned, and was about to ask about the date when you interjected “cancel all appointments for the rest of the week. I won’t be at work until Lili returns from Cabo. You have the rest of the week off. Don’t worry, you’ll get paid. I’m going home,” and with that, you turned down the hallway to gather your stuff. You turned of lights and computers as you made your way back to the front, where Kylie was tidying her work station. “Is everything okay, Miss y/n?” Kylie asked as you headed toward the door. “Yes, Kylie, everything is okay. Please lock the door and turn off all the lights when you leave. Thank you.” She gave you a small nod, and you began your walk home. As you walked the tears finally began to fall. It was stupid letting that stupid waitress get into your head, but it was no question that she was right, and now you’ve lost all chances with Josh, which was probably for the best. The twenty minute walk to you apartment felt like three hours as you spent every second thinking about Josh and that stupid fucking waitress and how you were no good and stupid. It was exhausting, which is why you arrived home at 3:30, fed the dogs, and fell right into bed.

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(Josh’s POV)

I watched her get into the car and leave. What was that all about? Her meal was half finished, and we were enjoying ourselves, at least I thought so. So why did she leave? The twenty she left for her food was sitting next to her plate, and I was so confused because she knew this was a date, and that I was paying. Why would she do that? What happened in the last ten minutes that made her want to leave as fast as she can? I turn my head to the left just in time to see our waitress exit the bathroom and smile at me. What was he deal anyway? She was headed in my direction when I realized that the waitress had just come out of the bathroom with y/n. She must have said something to y/n.

She stopped in front of the table with a smile and said “can I get you anything else? How about you...” she trailed off as she turned to y/n’s empty seat. She tried to conceal her smile as she turned back toward me and said, with so much innocence “Will she be coming back?” It was her tone, the way she obviously new the answer, that really infuriated me. “I don’t think she will...” I glanced at the Brittany written on her name tag for the first time, “Jessica.” She frowned at the obvious wrong name. “You wouldn’t happen to know everything about that would you?” “I don’t know what you mean?” It was sly--her usage of the phrase--it was meant as a challenge, and I was too upset to back down. “What did you say to her?” I demanded, my tone holding nothing but barely contained outrage. “Well...” she started as she took the seat across from me, where minutes ago y/n sat. It mad the anger even more prominent in my mind, “I ran into her in the bathroom, and we talked for a while.” She stopped there, still smiling. Another challenge. “And what did you talk about, Sarah?” She frowned again. “Well I just told her how she was wasting her time with you. She doesn’t deserve you. A hag like that shouldn’t have even gotten a date with someone as hot as you.” She squeezed my bicep, an obvious flirtation despite my recognizable anger. “I told her she should quit while she was ahead because a guy like you would never stay with someone as bland as her.” She gave a small smile, “why date that whore when you can have someone like me, someone who will give you everything you could ever want.” She giggled, then whispered “I’m surprisingly flexible, you know?” “You know what, Nancy?” I pried her fingers from my arm. “I wouldn’t touch someone like you with a thirty foot pole. Good luck busking tables, I have a hot veterinarian to find.” With that I stood, dropped money for the rest of the check, and made my way out of the cafe.

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The ten minute drive back to the clinic seemed to take forever, and when I got there the receptionist, Kylie, was locking up. “Where’s y/n?” She jumped first, with shock, then turned. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” She glared at me, obviously she had heard that this date didn’t go well. “Look, this wasn’t my fault, okay. Our waitress kept telling y/n that she didn’t deserve me or something like that, and I think y/n believed her or something. I really need to see her. I need to tell her that the bitch was wrong.” Kylie hesitated, obviously thinking things over.”Okay, she isn’t planning on working for the rest of the week, but if your dog happens to have an emergency I’m sure she would take your call.” With that she left, turning the corner a few moments later. She was telling me I could call y/n, but she didn’t give me a number. I turned to leave, but a sign on the door caught my attention. ‘Clinic closed for the week. Appointments have been rescheduled. In case of emergency call doctor Y/L/N at (555)***-****.’ This was it. I entered the number into my phone and drove home.

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PT. 2 coming soon

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