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The Right Place

This is the third and final part of the trilogy. I can not thank you enough for the endless support. I did not expect to even turn this into a three-parter, but you asked and you shall receive. You guys are amazing!

So Wrong It's Right

What's Wrong is Right

Warning: dark!Peter Parker x reader, dub-con, all characters are of age, pregnancy, abuse, mild non-con touching, violence

Word Count: 5.4k

Summary: You're an old troubled friend of May's. Your life consists of being a workaholic, a party animal, and bringing home the shittest of guys for a one-hit-wonder. Just when you get your life in order, you're knocked right back into your old habits. Peter has watched you suffer long enough. He can make it all better.

Taglist: @discoverwhattheworldhastooffer

Your world was in shambles and any move you made to try and fix it only seemed to make what was left crumble. You did not speak with anyone since you had found out you were pregnant, not even May. You did not know what you could even say to her or how you could explain what was going on. You knew she would find out sooner or later, but you had planned on later. You could not even stomach the thought of telling her. It would not be easy and you knew you would probably lose her friendship in the process.

You avoided Peter as much as you could. He always messaged to check up on you, but you would never reply. You were disappointed in yourself. If you had just been the biggest person and moved on, if you had not have gotten drunk, you would not be in this situation right now.

Peter never gave up on you. He had hoped you would come around. That you would understand why your life was going in the direction it was. You needed to get away from the toxicity you surrounded with, especially Chris. You were meant for bigger and better things. You were meant to be more than a housewife. You were to be a mother, a lover, a soulmate. You deserved the world and he wanted so bad to give you it plus more.

You continued to shut him out though. You did not answer his phone calls or his text messages no matter how many times he tried. He sat outside on your fire escape many nights, listening to you crying yourself to sleep. It broke his heart to see you in this situation, but he wishes you would look on the bright side of things. Maybe it was not the greatest timing to have a baby, but it didn't mean your lives were ruined. Sometimes what we want is not always what we need. Sometimes change is required for what we need in our life and you weren't necessarily open to it.

He honestly had tried to give you your space. He stuck to the rooftop above you where you could not see him when you would finally leave the house for work. You always looked so beautiful to him, even if he knew you had been crying all night. If you would just answer his messages, he would not have to go this far.

Peter watched you many mornings on your way to work. He followed your bus all the way to the place he prayed you would never go. He kneeled on top of the building, watching as you stared sadly at the front doors of the clinic. He wished you would turn around. To save him from having to web you down before you got in the building. You were picking at your sweater. No matter the number of times you found yourself standing outside the clinic, you never could bring yourself to even reach for the door.

You were at war with yourself. Peter could tell you fought against the changes, but your heart could not bring you to stop them from happening despite how unhappy you were. It always ended with a sigh and with you proceeding to walk the rest of the way to work. Peter seemed to hold his breath until you walked away.

Work was always a drag now. You had nothing to look forward to anymore but everything in the world to worry about. You stared at your phone as it lay against the computer screen. You rubbed your face tiredly.

You knew it was time to let go of your past. You sighed deeply, taking your phone in your hands and clicking on Chris's old messages. You began typing.

Are you able to come by later?

You noticed he read your message right away. You sat your phone down, still staring at the screen when he responded back.

Of course. Just tell me when, and I’ll be there.

You told him you would message him once you got home. You were sure what time you would get off when it came to your job. You wrote a company and spent the hours necessary to do what you needed to do.

By the time your workday had finally ended, you were having mixed feelings about inviting him over. Being pregnant did not help your feelings from being all over the place. Your thumbs hovered over the keypad on your screen. You were hesitant. Even if he had said he respected whatever you decided, you knew he could not entirely mean that. You quickly typed out that you were home and hit send before you could give yourself time to think almost about it. Maybe you should have thought about it a little longer.

Peter was stuck at school for one of his night classes. He dreaded his night classes now more than ever considering your condition. He had already skipping enough classes due to worrying so much about you. He could not afford to flunk out of school now after all the time and effort he had dedicated already. As much as he wanted to keep an eye on you, he tried to give you room to breathe, to think, and process.

You pushed his bags in the living room by the door, straightening your sweater to keep it off of your stomach. You were not big to others, but to you, you worried if people can tell. You did not want to chance it and certainly not with Chris. You wanted this to go as smoothly as possible.

Your heart almost leaped from your chest at the knock on your door. You slid the chain from the lock and pulled the door open to see his face light up as soon as he saw you.

"Hey there, beautiful."

"Hi." You leaned against the door slightly as you moved out of the way for him to enter.

"I'm so glad you're giving this a second-" He stepped into the apartment, noticing bags of his belongings to the side of him and he grew quiet. "You're not giving me a second chance." He pointed out and you frowned slightly, still standing by the door.

"I think it is what's best for the both of us." Your voice was quiet and calm, but in your mind, it was the hardest thing possible for you to say.

"Is it?" His voice seemed bitter and you looked down at your feet, nodding slowly. Even without looking at him, you could still feel his eyes on you. He turned to face you fully and you hesitated to make eye contact with him.

"It is. I still want the best for you."

"Do you not believe I can change? I don't understand. What can I do to change your mind?" He pressed.

"Please don't think I haven't given this a lot of thought. It consumes my mind to no end. I just need to focus on myself right now."

"Imagine that." It was silent in the room and you glanced at him, only to find him shaking his head with a snicker. "It's not what's best for the both of us. Not for me. This is what's best for you. Can't imagine how I even thought you could be anything but selfish."

"Chris, I just want to keep this civil."

"Good for you." He pulls the door from your grasp and slamming it shut, startling you. "That's all you've ever been, hm? You're gonna have to lose that mindset if you plan on marrying me."

"I don't-"

"You will." He corrected, moving so close you could feel his breath across your face. "I put too much time into this for you to walk away from me."

You swallowed hard. The man who stared back at you was far from familiar. You tried to step around him but he only pushed you back into your place between him and the wall.

"Goddamn it, just get your stuff and go!" You raised your voice and he slapped his hand hard across your cheek. It was strong enough to make you see stars in your eyes. You yelped at the impact and held your cheek as it stung in pain.

"You watch your fucking tone." He stared down at you. He had never hit you before in the years you had been together. He never raised a hand to you, but then again, he never raised one for you either.

You could not imagine how much worse this would get. You left sick to your stomach when he grabbed your chin, tilting your head upright to look at him, stroking his fingers across your stinging cheek as his eyes flickered over your face in thought.

"Truth to be told, I think it's you who needs to change. I put up with so much from you. You had me in the beginning. Thought I was getting this wild, sex-crazed wife, oh, the fun we use to have. The drunken nights." He stiffed a laugh as he let his free hand grab the end of your sweater. "You really had me fooled, didn't you sweetheart?"

You were scared to move. Scared that one wrong move and he would hit you again, maybe worse. You closed your eyes, hoping Peter would answer your prayers. You regretted how much you ever took advantage of his kindness. How long you acted like you never noticed. You had always noticed. You felt his hand push underneath your shirt, and his gaze grazed over your stomach.

You noticed the way his hand froze against the small curve of your rounded stomach and he instantly lifted your shirt to see the problem. Your vision was blurred from your tears as he stared at your stomach with wide eyes. You could tell he was getting pissed.

"Really looks like you've been focusing on yourself." He lets your sweater fall back down over your stomach. His grip was still firm on your jaw, giving you no choice but to look at him. "You have some nerve to leave me. I could bet money it's Parker's. It is, isn't it?"

You could not bring yourself to admit it, but you did not have to.

He shoved your face from his hand, causing you to hit your head hard against the wall as he let you go. "You fucking make me sick."

You tried to keep your sobs quiet, listening to his footsteps moving away from you, listening to him jerking his bags up. "Better it's his problem and not mine." He muttered before slamming the door shut behind him.

You pulled your knees to your chest as you sat up against the wall with a sob. You didn't realize how much you needed Peter until now. You were sure he would have been successful if Peter had not have stopped. You hugged your knees as you tried to catch your breath in an attempt to calm yourself down.

After a moment, you took a deep breath as you pushed yourself to your feet. You let out a whimper quiet, feeling mild cramps in your lower stomach. You frowned as you turned the lock to the door, pressing your forehead against it as you held your stomach from the pain. It only seemed to worsen the longer you stood there. You weren't sure what was going on, but you had a feeling whatever it was, it was not good. You stood like that hoping the cramps would ease, but they never did.

It was close to the end of class when Peter's phone vibrated in his pocket. He pulled it out of his phone slightly to see who it was. He glanced up at the professor who had still proceeded with his lecture and Peter lowered his head to answer. He knew something had to be wrong if you were calling him after all this time of avoiding him.

"Y/n? Is everything okay?"

"I think something is wrong." You whimpered quietly and he raises an eyebrow slightly.

"What do you mean "wrong"? Is the baby okay?" He looked up at the teacher who was making eye contact with him now as he talked.

"I don't know." You answered honestly.

That was all it took to get Peter moving. He grabbed his books off of his desk and tossed them in his bag while he scrambled from the classroom.

"It hurts." You rubbed your lower stomach like you always did when you had cramps before. Cramps were normal, but with being pregnant, you could never be too sure what they really meant.

"I know, love. I'm so sorry. Hang tight. I'm on my way." He reassured you as he sprinted out of the building.

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You lay back on the hospital bed, sighing as Peter ran his hand over your bump in gentle circles. For once, you let him. Your cramps had surprisingly lessened since Peter had shown up, but he did not want to take any chances. It was better to be safe than sorry. He was so worried about you and the baby.

Nurses had been in and out of the room, doing blood work, swabbing, anything necessary to get to the bottom of this. Peter was quiet as he sat on the side of the hospital bed, focused on the massage he was giving your stomach. This was the first time he had touched you since the night you found out you were pregnant.

You could not help back to smile slightly to yourself as his long gentle fingers worked over your skin. He must have sensed your stare because it was not long before his eyes glancing up to meet your stare.

He raised an eyebrow curiously. "Is this okay? I'm not making it worse, am I?"

You shook your head. "It's fine. I'm just watching."

He smiled at you while he continued his massage to your tummy. His eyes looked toward the door when a nurse came in, rolling some equipment over to the bedside.

"Miss. Y/l/n, your lab work should not be much longer. If you do not mind, I would like to do an ultrasound to check on the baby. Is that okay with you?"

You nodded and Peter took his hands back to let her work. She rolled over a chair, taking some gel and squirting some across your lower stomach. The nurse rolled the transducer over the gel and smearing it in as she applied some pleasure in search of a heartbeat. You watched her roam your stomach, biting your bottom lip. Your eyes widened slightly when the sound of the baby's beating heart filled the room. Once the nurse got a clear view, she turned the screen to show you and Peter what she was seeing.

You looked over at the monitor, your heart fluttered slightly at the first sight of your baby. That was your baby, even if it was only a little bean now. You could not stop the smile from forming on your lips. This little bean was life was growing inside of you. This brought a whole new light to your pregnancy. It was like a light had switched on. You did not know how to explain the overwhelming feeling. It felt more real after seeing him or her.

Peter was just as taken back as you. His grin never faded at the sight of your baby. It only made him 10x more eager to be a dad.

"Look at that. Already looks like me." Peter teased and you giggled, considering he or she was not much more than a heartbeat at the moment.

"I can definitely see it." You grinned as Peter rest his hand over yours, sliding his fingers between yours. He brought your hand to his lips before pressing a kiss to the back of it. You watched him kiss your hand and shivered slightly. You did not know what to think of everything at this point.

The nurse checked the baby's heartbeat before turning to the computer behind her and check your lab results with a quiet hum as she scrolled through your charts.

"Well, it seems like everything is just fine. Your baby is certainly healthy and has one of the strongest heartbeats I have ever heard." You looked over at Peter and he only grinned. You could thank Peter for that and all of his spidey senses.

"Your blood pressure was pretty high though and considering your history, your blood pressure has always been perfect. Have you been stressed out lately?" She looked back at you and you nodded slightly.

You were ashamed at how stressed you had let yourself get. "Well, I won't ask for details but if it is anything I can help you with, I would be happy to help. If not, I would stay to keep the stress to a minimum. Your baby does feel anything you feel, so some things can be too much and really take a toll on them." She explained. "Think of this as your baby reminding you to breathe."

You smiled, feeling Peter giving your hand a warm squeeze.

"If your blood pressure does continue to be high, we will see if we can do something to help." You nodded again as she made out some prints of your ultrasound and handing them to you. "If you don't have any questions, I'll let one of the other nurses know and they can keep your paperwork ready for you to go home." She took a paper towel and wiped your stomach clean before tossing it.

With that, she gathered up her equipment before rolling it out of the room with her. You pulled your sweater back down over your stomach.

"Hear that. Now do me a favor and leave all of the worrying up to me." He looked up at you as your eyes stayed glued to your ultrasound prints. His eyes flickered over your face, landing on the bruising mark on your cheek. He reached up, moving a piece of hair back of your face to get a better look. You flinched at the contact. Peter seemed taken back by your flinch.

"What happened? How'd you get that?" You kept your head down with a small frown.

"I invited Chris over to get his stuff. He thought I was taking him back. He didn't take it well." You explained and his eyes widened.

"He hit you?!" You reached Peter's hand as he started to jump up from the bed. "I'll kill him. I swear to you-"

"Peter, please. It's over with now." You assured him, tugging his hand to pull him back to the bed to sit down again. "He's not worth it."

Peter frowned, letting out a deep sigh before leaning in and pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek. He did not want to stress you any more than you had already been. "I'm sorry he did that to you. I wish I could have been there."

"Honestly, I needed this. It made letting go of him a lot easier."

"Was that all he did?"

You grew quiet.

"Did he..."

"No, he didn't." You shook your head after he could finish his sentence. "He saw that I was pregnant and left."

Peter tried to keep his composure as his fist clenches out of your sight. He could not imagine how someone could lay a single finger on you with intentions to hurt you. He was quiet. He was trying to hold it together for your sake.

"He didn't say anything?"

You stayed quiet for a moment, rubbing your thumb across the print. "Just that he was glad it was your problem and not his." You shrugged your shoulders slightly. "Even though it's not a problem, I am glad it's you and not him. I can't imagine what it would be like to have a baby with someone that selfish."

His clenched fist loosened at your words and his eyes softened. He could not believe his ears. Were you really saying this?

His cheeks blushed a deep shade of red. "You mean that?"

You smiled at him with a nod. "I do. You're so selfless and care so much about what you can do for others. Even though I've been selfish, you still stuck by my side. I honestly couldn't ask for a better father for my baby."

His smile widened as he looked at you, resting his hand on your small bump. "Our baby."

You rested your hand on top of his with a smile, nodding your head. "Our baby." You agreed.

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It was not long after that the nurse gave you the okay to leave. Peter had stopped to get you something to eat before he took you home. He wanted to make sure you had been fed. All of the little things like this had slowly pulled you closer Peter. You were not used to how observant and patient he was. As much as you knew how wrong your whole situation was, you could not help but to give in to it. Despite your age, Peter had treated you better than any other guy you had been with. Even better than the one you had been with for years. Peter was the blessing you never knew you needed. He was the blessing in disguise.

He held onto your hand, walking up the steps to your apartment and using the keys to unlock the door for you. He didn't expect you to let him stay. All he wanted was to make sure you were okay before he left you alone.

"Thank you for everything." You looked up at him as you both stood in front of your door.

He smiled down at you. "You don't have to thank me."

"You know I owe you."

He rolled his eyes playfully. "You don't owe me anything. You're having our baby. I consider that payment enough." He teases, his hands resting on your waist. He could not help but touch you. In every possible, he would if he could. Your cheeks blushed at his response, looking down but Peter let his finger hook underneath your chin to tilt your head back up. Your lips were barely an inch apart when the moment was quickly ruined.

"What the fuck is going on here?!" A familiar voice pulled you from your moment, making your heart sink to the pit of your stomach when the realization hit. You did not even have to look over to know it was May. Her face was red in anger when your eyes met hers. "You ignore me for weeks and when I come to check on you, you're smacking lips with my nephew?! What the fuck is wrong with you?"

Your lips parted to say something, but no words came out. You did not where to begin with explaining yourself to her. You knew this was all wrong, but it was all too late.

"I thought you were hurt, but obviously, you're perfectly fine." She was fuming.

You never wanted her to find out this way. You wished you had more time to think about it and figure out a better way, but this was it. This was the moment of truth and you were terrified to lose your best friend. You felt tears forming in your eyes and Peter frowned.

"Aunt May, stop."

"Stop?! I'm not going to stop! You're not going to use my nephew so you can get over your worthless ex-boyfriend."

"Aunt May!"

You fought to hold back your tears until you could not anymore. You felt the tears running down your face. As much of a low blow that was, you felt you deserved to hear it. "Peter, i-it's okay." You struggled to form your words. You were hurt, embarrassed, ashamed.

"No, it's not." He shook his head, pointing a finger at May as she stood only a few feet distance from the two of you by her car. "You've gone too far."

"I don't understand how you think this is okay, Y/n." She shook her head, ashamed at you.

"I didn't expect for it to be like this. I didn't mean for any of this to happen." You confessed.

"Just like you never meant for all those one-night stands to happen huh? I trusted you!" She yelled, making you flinch. You hung your head in defeat, glancing at Peter with sad eyes before going inside. You could not stomach the rest of the conversation without sobbing. You tried to calm yourself once you were inside.

"That's enough!" Peter yelled suddenly. "I am capable of making my own decisions. I don't need you to decide what is best for me, Aunt May. I'm not here against my will and neither is she."

"She's supposed to be my friend." She didn't know what to make of this.

"You're supposed to be my Aunt! You knew how hard I crushed over her. For years you knew."

"I thought it was just a crush."

He moved closer to her in the parking lot. It was never just a crush. He was head over heels for you. "I love her. I've always loved her. You're can either respect it or accept it, because it's either way, she's pregnant and nothing is going to change that." He stood by her car.

Her mouth fell open in shock. She did not know what to think. Never in a million years would have thought this would happen, but then again never would have you.

"Pregnant?" Her voice was quiet.

He nodded. "I'm gonna be a dad, Aunt May." He pulled his copy of the prints out of his wallet and showing them to her.

She was at a loss for words. He was right. There was nothing she could do about that. May stared at the prints for a moment, trying to process everything in the short time it had all happened.

"Peter... I don't understand..."

"She almost had a miscarriage today because she's been stressing herself out over Chris. You're not going to take this away from me." He looks down at her, taking the prints back from her." He looked down at her as she stared back with a small frown. "Go home, Aunt May before we both do something we'll regret. You can come back when you're ready to apologize for this." He held the car door open for her and she hesitated before slowly getting in the car.

She knew she was in the wrong for how she had handled things, but Peter did not give her the chance to even risk making things worse. Peter felt deep in his heart despite everything she would come around. She would realize how happy you made him and she would accept it, but for now, she needed to leave.

Peter walked back to your front door, knocking on the door with a sigh. After a few moments, you moved from your spot on the couch to answer the door. You opened it slightly to see Peter and you glanced behind him at May's car pulling out of the parking lot.

"How are you?" He frowned when he saw your red watery eyes.

"I feel awful."

He sighed when you finally let go of the door and he stepped inside of the apartment. He let the door close behind him. His arms wrapped around your body instantly, pulling you against mine as he hugged you, resting his head against yours and kissing the top of it. "I'm so sorry. I know it's hard to believe now, but she'll come around. Just give her some time."

"She was going to find out sooner or later. I expected that reaction. I just wasn't prepared for it right now." You pointed out as your head rested against his chest, letting him hold onto you.

You closed your eyes, listening to his heartbeat. You relaxed in his arms. Your eyes were burning from all the tears shed. Peter scooped your body up in his arms bridal style, carrying you down the hall to the bedroom. He laid you down on the bed, sliding into the bed with you as his arms naturally found their way around your waist. Your head fell to his chest as you got lost in your thoughts for a moment.

"I'm starting to think I can never make the right choices." You admitted, laughing slightly to yourself and Peter tilted your head up to look at him.

His lips pressed a kiss to your nose. "Sometimes, the wrong choices bring us to the right places." He assured you before leaning in to close the space between your lips and kissing your lips.

He was true to word. No matter how much you held yourself back, every wrong choice you had ever made in your life brought you to this moment with Peter. This opportunity with Peter to finally get your life right. It was your chance to allow yourself the happiness you knew you both deserved.

End Credits Scene

He was not sure how long he had been sitting with his wrists and ankles restrained to a chair in the middle of a dark room. Maybe hours. It even could have been days. He was not sure. His eyes blinked rapidly to adjust to the light that poured into the room when he finally heard a heavy door open.

"Oh good, you're awake." He was covered in sweat from fear and the heat of the closed-off room. He could make out bits of a red and blue suit. His eyes must have been playing tricks on him. When his eyes finally adjusted to the light, his eyes widened at the sight of Spiderman in front of him. He did not understand what was going on. Spiderman is supposed to save people.

His mouth was covered with solid webbing so he could not speak.

"I'm sure you're wondering why you're here." Peter moved closer to him as he spoke. He leaned down, ripping the webbing from Chris' mouth and making him cry out in pain from the grip it had on his skin. "You see Chris if there's one thing I hate, it's people who hurt the people I care about."

"W-What are you talking about? I haven't done anything."

"Don't play dumb." Peter gritted his teeth underneath his mask, backhanding Chris across the face before gripping his jaw. "You know exactly what you did, but that's okay because it won't happen again. You'll never touch Y/n again. I'll make sure of that."

Blood dripped from Chris's mouth from how hard Peter hit him. "I should fucking kill you for putting your hands on her." He smirked to himself when Chris starts squirming under his grip. "But I won't."

"I won't. I won't touch her again. I swear-"

"Oh, I know you won't." Peter let go of his jaw before backing up towards the door again.

"W-Where are you going? Aren't you going to let me go?" Chris started to panic as Peter pulled his mask off for Chris to see his face. He wanted this to be the last thing he saw if he died and the thing he would definitely remember if he lived.

"I didn't say I was going to let you go. I said I wasn't going to kill you." He smiled and Chris's mouth fell open slightly at the sight of Peter Parker standing before him. "I was thinking we could make a game out of this. I hear you like games. Let's see just how important you really are. I'm gonna leave you here and we're gonna see if your friends succeed with their search party if they even send one out. I can't imagine what they would care about scum like you for, but I guess we'll see. I give you about 48 hours before your body finishes you off itself. That should give you more than enough time to think about what I've said. That's if you do make it and I don't really have faith that's gonna happen, but I'll give you the benefit of the doubt. I expect you to get the hell out of New York. I promise to you if ever see you again, I'll kill you."

Chris swallowed hard as Peter stood in the doorway once more, the sun outlining his figure at the door. He was scared of the possibility of not being found. He was furious that a guy like Peter was capable of putting him in a situation like this.

"They'll find me and when they do, you're a dead man, Peter Parker." He pulled at the restraints on his arms with all of his might but he did not stand a chance against the webbing. Peter made it look so easy.

Peter grinned at Chris's promise. He loved the challenge. The possibility that even if someone did find him, he would have the pleasure of killing him himself. It amused Peter that Chris could even have the nerve to threaten him in the position he was in.

"Well, let the game begin." He gave a wave as he started to pull the door closed. Chris yelled to the top of his lungs until the heavy metal door ceased his screams.

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ghostie-the-haunted · 2 years

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Goood morning sib!

Now I could be mean /J /lh BUT I decided for the first round at LEAST to be a bit nice so enjoy!!

It was currently 3AM it's been a few hours, you were half way there but geez were things getting stressful. Seeing this the figure behind you halted to a stop and spoke gently

"Hey Superstar! We have some items we need to collect from my room, let's go sha'll we?" He gave a soft smile to which you sighed. His room was so far from where you were currently and you were getting tired by this point.

"I'll carry you, don't worry about a thing Superstar, get in!" He was a good enough charge that getting there wouldn't be too big of a problem

"Here we go!" Smiling brightly the two of you walked through the building, you passed Chika on your way back but since you were inside of Freddy nothing could hurt you

Everything was all good.

You eventually made it to his room when very out of character he shut everything down to an almost lockdown type thing in his room.

With confused eyes he smiled "You're safe now" He knelt down to you on the floor speaking gently "No one is allowed to hurt you, not while you're with me"

"This room is impossible for the others to enter since i put it in lock down mode, you can rest for a bit if you would like. We all need to recharge sometime isn't that right Superstar" His enthusiasm got a small smile from you.

You tried and tried but you just couldn't sleep, there was too much going on.

Seeing this as well Glamrock Freddy scaned through his database to try and find some way to help

"Do you require some assistance to sleep?"

Thinking for a minute before looking up and nodding he nodded as well pulling you closer

"May I try something?" He asked, you hesitated a bit but eventually nodded, that's when you felt a few cold metal fingers drag down your sides

You giggled from both the initial shock and the coldness of Freddy's hands.

"Ticklish?" He said with a slight teasy tone in his voice before wiggling all along the length of your sides, moving up to your ribs and back down humming a soft melody as he did so

"You have adorable giggles I must say!" The smile in his voice was brighter as he wiggled some of his fingers under your neck as well

"Like music to my ears"

Moving again he gently tickled all over your stomach,

"Oh? A good spot huh Superstar" He teased laughing a bit along with you he wiggled all over your stomach leaving no spot untickled

"Tickletickletickletickle" This got him laughing a bit more admiring all of the amazing sounds and giggles that came out of your mouth.

"I could tickle you all night Superstar!" He giggled, it was not a bad idea, keep you happy and away from danger, but you must progress forward, he knew that better than anyone

But still, even if it was only for a bit, this was gonna help.

When he felt your body weaken a bit and your eyes draw tired he stopped holding you close

"That was a lovely performance Superstar!"

You smiled before falling asleep against the big golden retriever, father like Freddy. He smiled finding a cozy spot on the beanbag for you to fall asleep in.

"Sleep well Superstar, I will wake you up when it's time to continue for now get good rest"

"I will protect you, I promise"

I hope you enjoyed :]

Awwwwww!!!! This is so cute!

Point for cuteness!

I shall write yours in a bit or early tomorrow morning. It depends on a lot of stuff

#gremlin sib!

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samissosexyyy · 3 years

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Tumblr thought it would be hilarious to delete all my work and not let me answer requests :').

YES I SHALL WRITE THE PLATONIC ANGRY PARENTS-

And thank you-I woke up and was talking to my friend in the morning and my brain just: jojo villain yandere dads. Mudad mudad mudad mudad anger.

Anyways, here they are- Do these even count as headcanons???? I dunno-

Dio, Part 1

Vampire form of course.

First thing first, We all know he'd be a great dad. Protective already, But make him a yandere platonic father? Oh boy, Trust me, You'd be spoiled and treated like royalty.

Now, I'm gonna say in this scenario you were on of his victims child. I'll say you'll be around 5 to eight.

Somehow you managed to catch his eye, Is it because your parent was just as bad as his? You reminded him of his mother? Or maybe you resemble him, and have three moles on your ear. Or, perhaps, A younger joestar? Either way, You somehow had him feeling like a father, and, according to one of my friends, Araki had said DIO would treat his children like they were royalty, And they would be so spoiled.

So, Mudad would end up taking you in, kidnapping, whichever honestly. He'd be holding you like a loving pet owner would, if you got scared, he'd probably be confused. Honestly he'd have you turned into a vampire quickly, as he knew he wouldn't be able to have children as a Vampire.

Truthfully, I think you'd end up never noticing how he'd occasionally pull you closer, or how he'd glare at anyone your age or older going near you. Or how he'd give you some strict rules, Like no dating anyone. E v e r. And why would you ever want to hurt your papa like that?! You wouldn't want to do that, right?! Of course you wouldn't! Dio knew you'd never betray him like that!!

Truth be told, he'd guilt you if you tried to go against his words. But punishments? No no, He'd never actually purposefully hurt you, Unlike his love interest, he'd NEVER want to cause you pain ever. He'd hate himself and wouldn't forgive himself for years. Centuries. Infact, he'd beg for your forgiveness.

The Pillarmen

And satannnaaaaa

First of all, You aren't a pillarchild. You'd most likely be some kind of god, vampire, or a young hamon learner. Or even related to the Joestars or Ceasar.

So, Let's say you're immortal who can walk in the sun. We all know you'd be the joestar side, Right? So, That means you'd end up hating or feeling pity for the pillarmen. First, You'd probably end up trying to make Santana hally when he awakens. Unlike with Joseph, He'd probably know not to attempt to attack you. Let's say you have symbols like Dio Over heaven, We all know how that would work.

You'd end up as a being worshipped by them, probably kidnapped after they destroy the Joestars.

Let's say they defeated Joseph and the others, and you were still a deity, You'd most likely be weaker then them in this scenario. They'd probably treat you like a kitten at first, like a baby before they all felt a connection. As if you were a child of their own, so they'd give you rules. And we all know how rules go with yanderes.

Let's say uh- you fell for a mortal.

"No. No."

[Crush name has fallen from a high place.]

"DADS WHAT THE FUUUUUUUUU-"

"NO CUSSING IN THIS CHRISTIAN MINECRAFT SERVER!"

or something like that :')

Honestly, You'd have bird dad, and a bunch of other dads. Santana would honestly be like the cool big brother honestly. You'd probably want horns too so-

They would totally buy you halloween horns to put on your head so you'd be happy baby

Now, Hamon user? They'd probably find you like a cute animal at first, probably going easy on you like it was a game of tag. Soon, they'd realize how weak and fragile you are, After all, You are just starting hamon. They'd probably kidnap you to spite Joseph and his side at first, before... Well, You didn't expect to become a vampire and treated like royalty when all you've been treated like is uh... Considering Lisalisa is your coach, I'd say you'd be happy if it was someone else doing this for you.

Josephs sibling? WOAH Joseph, When did you get a cute sibling? Pfft, Not your sibling anymore, They just adopted your ex sibling nerd.

But, All jokes aside, They'd probably be surprised that you were more mature then your brother, and...you sorta resemble a certain Coach... Oh, Humans all look the same, haha.

They'd probably kidnap you infront of Joseph just to make him feel guilt and rage, After all, Why not get their prized treasure and make Joseph angry? They'd give you more rules, until Joseph was gone, of course.

And, sadly, Not even you crying would stop them from making you into a vampire infront of your big brother, breaking both of your hearts.

Don't worry you got ice cream later smh.

Ceasars sibling? Mini pancake? Haha, They'd kidnap you as soon as they felt parent like tendencies. No denying them, infact, they'd make sure you saw ceasar get defeated by the ro ck. But don't worry! You have new parents and a brother-! Haha, Poor you.

Part 3 DIO AKA mudad!

Honest to god you'd probably have to be a stand user with a weak or strong stand, or, you were one of his kids he had with a lucky woman who survived and got a naked polaroid of him as a 'wow you lived! Congrats, now go have my kid lmao' gift. Or, Maybe you were a normal kid who was kind to him, even if he,,,, did some questionable murder infront of you. And maybe you were a young

Now, Let's say you were a strong stand user. He'd end up wanting to use a flesh bud until he realized... He never had a kid, that he knows of, and decided to raise you! At first he'd be upset you had a strong stand like your mudad, but realized you could protect yourself from those dreadful joestars! Congrats, You became a Brando! :) How unlucky, Considering this DIO would probably force vampire masks onto you, or even using fleshbuds as a threat. Either way, You'll always be papas baby!

Yoshikage kira.

Like I said in my first post of this, He'd want to have a nice average life. You having a stand wouldn't be a problem, Since he'd probably convince you Josuke and the others are awful and rude.

Josukes sibling? Well, He'd end up telling you he can help your brother with his murder issue if you come with him. You don't exactly have a choice since Killer queen would easily overpower you if you had disagreed. You'd end up being a normal and peaceful child before long, Infact, He'd have to pretend he had adopted you behind his 'wifes' back.

Hayotos friend he never talks about? Congrats, You are now stuck with a crazy and loving father! And a mother, I suppose. And you get your best friend as a brother! You'd never be able to leave, how sad. But, You'd have your new mom and your dad to talk to-! And killer queen cuddle time.

Now, Let's say you were his own kid. Wowzers! You think its normal for your father to bring women hands home, after all, You are pretty young and your father told you most adults do this. Ah. How enjoyable.

Doppio/Diavolo

Oh dear. You poor child.

Either you were related to trish, and he somehow felt like you wouldn't be a problem before they felt more of a father love towards you, Most likely somehow getting rif of the traitors and your big sister.

"Where's big sister?"

"Don't worry about her, She's spending time with your mother."

Smh quit LIEING you jERK!

But seriously, Doppio would be like the fun mom asking you if you'd like bake cupcakes in his spare time! Read you bed time stories and whatnot! Diavolo would be awkward and "wanna play baseball or whatever kids like to do these days?" Awkward dad alert.

"My kid is fine!"

The kid they kidnapped/raised:

Casually trying to beat another kid with a baseball.❤💚💛

Honestly they'd insult everyone elses kids while here their kid is, casually scared of baseball.

Pucci

Papa priest! We all know he'd adopt you! I head canon him as gay, considering DIO and him were totally a thing.

So, He'd probably have you study Lord DIO bibles, and casually have you hate Jolyne. Probably even give you a stand, And even show you that DIO is the best! Worship! Protect yourself and all that!

Jotaro would probably scare you, so I can see you holding onto Pucci while Jotaro appears anytime, so pucci would infact love it when you snuggle onto him lime a cute kitten. Hell, you even Sneeze like a kitten!

Honestly You'd be kept under watch 24/7, but you'd think it was normal, after all, Your father would mever do something so awful like Those Joestars claim...right?

Diego

Oh wow- dino dad :)

Let's say you were a big fan of his, Then, Well,You wouldn't mind having him as a dad, Now would you? He is your idol, Right? Yeah. Yeah!

He'd probably carry you around upside down, Hot pants just questioning his sanity as he drops you a million times. Hot pants would probably end up carrying you most of the time.

Mama hot pants and father Diego. Y es.

And, Let's say you were traveling with Johnny. Congrats. You've put yourself in a even worse situation considering Diego would become worried and paranoid over those two idiots hurting you! And he hates the idea of his baby boy/girl/child being hurt by barbarians!!!

Even though he'd probably hurt you on accident if I'm gonna be honest.

Kidnapping isn't a very easy job, so of course he had to knock you out! What was he supposed to do?! Ask you to come stay with him forever?! No! Maybe! HuawhuKaia-

Honestly not too many rules, just don't leave his side ever! Except when going to the bathroom. You'll be tied to his horse. No whining >:(.

Funny Valentine

Honestly what did you think he was going to do? Pick some random child? No no, He'd choose the PERFECT child! You were so lucky! Wow! The daughter of the mos powerful man ever! Lucky you, Right?

No. You don't get alone time unless it's you sleeping or bathing. You wear what he wants, and no.

Dating not allowed. Bad. No no no no no.

"No. No dating. Your lips will fall off."

"but mommys lips didn't-"

"Your face will melt off."

Basically you'd be bossed around and treated like royalty, as long as you listen to you dad!

Honestly I don't know if this is headcanons, if if it isn't feel free to scream at me in the comments-

AND I AM SO SORRY ABOUT NOT BEING ABLE TO ACTUALLY ANSWER, SO I HOPE YOU SEE THIS AND ARE ABLE TO ENJOY IT??? I GUESS???

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getitinbusan · 4 years

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The Studio Sessions Part 5 Smut

It's Min Yoongi's birthday and you're ready to give him whatever he wants. When he makes a sarcastic wish while blowing out the candles he didn't think you'd take it seriously. But he's glad you did.

When word spreads about these special "Studio Sessions" everyone wants to collaborate. A chaptered 0T7 smut.

These stand alone but you won't want to miss reading all of them!

The Collaborators so far:

Taehyung

Jimin

J-Hope & Joon

Jin

The Jungkook Collaboration

You kissed Yoongi's cheek, "I'm going to go grab a shower and some clothes that don't have cum all over them."

He swatted your ass as you stood up, "Shall I summon the Golden Maknae?"

You scrunched your face in thought, "I'm not sure how we should approach him Yoongs, he's a bit of a scared rabbit."

Yoongi nodded thinking the same thing, in many ways Jungkook was just a kid trapped in a man's body.

"I'll figure it out, in the meantime you've got about ½ an hour of solid uninterrupted work time." You ruffled his hair, "I'll be back!"

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Freshly scrubbed you made your way back to the Genius Lab. Just about to turn the corner you stopped, Jungkook, head down, was pacing back and forth in front of the door.

When he noticed he was no longer alone his eyes locked on to you, his expression serious.

You kissed his cheek, it was smooth and his skin smelt like fresh apricots. "Hey, Kookie, what's up? Isn't Yoongi answering the door?"

Not skipping a beat he abruptly asked, "Don't you want to fuck me Noona?"

"Oh," You stepped back, "what's going on here Guk?"

His ears went red, "Taehyung, he told me this morning about….what you guys did. Then Jimin, then Joon and Hobi and I saw Jin Hyung leave about half an hour ago smiling stupidly...but nobody called me."

"So you've been standing here wondering why you weren't invited?"

He nodded, "I've been waiting for my turn all day, I even rubbed one out so I'd last longer for you." Reaching out he touched the fuzzy sweater that covered your arm.

So much for a scared rabbit.

"You placed your hands on his chest, "Guk, you were the prize. I saved you for last because I wanted you the most."

Looking up at him, small smiles graced both your faces as the distance between your lips lessened to nothing. It started soft and passionate but quickly moved to lustful and needy.

"I've thought of a million different ways to get you off Noona, how many times am I allowed to make you cum?"

Your hands were wrapped in his hair and your breath was ragged, "Yes..."

He laughed, "Are you that far gone already?" He shoved his leg between yours, knee slightly bent and grabbed your hips.

As your tongues explored each other's mouths he guided you up and down his thigh. You couldn't help but moan out loud as your clit found friction on his flexed muscle.

Dragging his lips to your collarbone he sucked hard, "Does all of you taste this good Noona?

Your mind was blank as you were quickly unravelling, no thought to the Big Hit security cameras catching you humping Kookie's leg in the hallway. He, however, knowing someone was watching, turned and smiled towards them.

"Crying out as you came, he held your body up against his. Turning the handle you both stumbled mouths attached into the studio.

Jungkook swung you over to the couch and grabbed at your legs to remove your pants.

"Don't mind me I guess?" Yoongi frowned from his chair.

"So no problems getting him here huh Y/N?"

Jungkook looked towards him, "Shit, is this okay?"

"Since I already heard her cumming in the hallway it might be a little late for permissions."

He tongued the inside of his cheek, "I mean, both of you have been fantasizing about this since day one so... just fuck and get it over with."

You knew he wasn't happy, but until he called it, you weren't about to stop.

Jungkook got back to removing your pants. He either didn't notice or didn't care that he'd agitated your boyfriend.

Sucking two fingers he pushed your now bare legs apart and slid them inside you.

He moaned at the sight, "You're so beautiful Noona, look at how they slide right in.

Putting in a third he cupped his hand. Rocking it quickly, his fingers hit your g spot, palm rubbing your clit simultaneously. He was already making your brain mush and his dick hadn't even left his pants.

As his right hand worked tirelessly to get you to orgasm number two. His left hand raised your shirt and he grinned devilishly, "No bra?"

He squeezed the base of your breast and latched his mouth onto your hardened nipple. Every nerve ending in your body was overcome with pleasure as he tugged it between his lips.

Yoongi turned his chair to watch, you were unusually quiet except for the heavy breathing. "You okay babe?" He asked seriously.

"Uh-huh, yes...oh my god," barely able to form thoughts let alone words you were having an out of body experience.

He stared at your face, even screwed up in pleasure you were still the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. Sensing his gaze you forced your eyes open, both of you locked onto each other as Jungkook made you squirt all over the couch.

The Maknae sat back looking in amazement at the mess he just helped create, "I... wow, I didn't think that..shit."

His breathing was heavy and his cock strained against his jeans but he still wasn't ready to please himself. "Can I lick you now?"

"Jesus Christ you're a fucking machine Jungkook, you're making the rest of us look bad."

He smiled his bunny grin at Yoongi's praise and immediately got to work between your legs.

Yoongi came over and kissed you as Guk's tongue went on exploring. "I'm going upstairs. You don't need me here for this one."

"Wait, what..why? Do you want us to stop?" I don't want this if you don't baby…" Jungkook froze unsure of what to do.

Yoongi tenderly touched your cheek, "I'm okay, " he motioned to Guk, "this is okay. I trust you both."

Your mouth was open, yet you felt speechless. "Yoongi...I love you…"

"I know baby, I love you too."

He patted Guk on the shoulder, take care of my girl."

The door closing behind him you found yourself alone with Jungkook.

"Are you okay Noona?"

You hesitated for a moment but made your mind up fast, "Ask me after you make me cum again Kookie."

Smiling so hard his dimples appeared and your heart melted.

Resting his hand on your pubic mound he pulled the skin taught making your clit stand at attention. He stared at you as he teased it with just the pointed tip of his tongue.

Your body jumped, "It's too much Kookie!"

"Do you want me to stop?" he asked while he kept naughtily flicking it.

"God, no, don't stop...just…"

He switched to soft sloppy sucks and you were done. Convulsing around nothing you came again, the couch beneath you was soaked.

Righting himself, he motioned for your hand, "Stand up."

He grabbed the blanket that had been thrown over the chair and placed it on the floor. Lifting his sweatshirt over his head he folded it into a makeshift pillow and set it on the blanket.

You couldn't help but stare at his body. Lean muscle, taut, tan skin and tattoos that were rarely displayed were on full view before you.

"When did you do all this growing up?"

You placed your hand on his chest and he put his over top, "Not soon enough or you would have been mine."

"You shouldn't say things like that Guk, you might make me fall in love with you."

You gave his rock hard nipples a teasing little pinch and he moaned.

"Can you play with them a little Noona?"

You felt your walls pulse at his request, what wouldn't you do for him right now?

Replacing your fingers with your mouth you ran your tongue over them, goosebumps covered his body as you suckled.

Letting your hand wander lower, his jeans still on, you couldn't take another minute of anticipation.

Grabbing his sweatshirt to kneel on, you kissed your way down his abs. Splaying your fingers over his soft pubic trail you unhitched his button as your heart raced.

Sliding the zipper down slowly, revealed his lack of underwear. He was still painfully tucked in as you reached in to release him.

Impatiently he pushed the denim down just enough that he freed himself into your waiting hand. "How are you so perfect Jungkook?"

He felt heavy in your mouth, big and smooth as your lips slid up and down his cock. Holding your hair back he watched. No pushing or pulling he just stood enjoying the feeling of your mouth finally wrapped around him.

Working him over hand and mouth in tandem he got more vocal. "So good, oh my god, Noona."

His balls were getting tighter in your palm and you knew he was almost there. You pulled him out of your mouth and kept stroking, "Are you going to cum for me Kookie?"

His head was back and his eyes were closed as he slowly rocked himself into your strokes. He moaned, "No I want to be inside you Noona," he pulled away, his cock so hard it stuck straight out.

Laying back you opened your legs for him. "Do I need a condom?" He asked as he stroked himself.

You shook your head no.

"You're gonna let me cum in you?"

God he was so sweet, you nodded and smiled.

He got quiet, "I can't believe I can finally have you, I've wanted this for so long." Laying over you he was slow and gentle, almost afraid.

"I want you so badly Jungkook, please…"

He held your hips as he entered you, taking long deep strokes you felt like you could black out in ecstasy.

"You feel so good I'm not gonna last," he was so wrecked.

"Jungkook you've taken such good care of me tonight, let me ride you."

Wrapping his arms around you he rolled you on top. You held still looking down at him.

Fuck, you were fucked. There were feelings here, you knew it, he knew it.

Deciding the only way out was through, you smiled and went hard.

Grinding yourself onto his cock he moaned beautifully underneath you as your walls squeezed him.

Cumming for the fourth time you were getting tired and sloppy. Your hands were pressed to his chest holding you upright as your hips clapped together.

He began fucking himself furiously into you, chasing his orgasm. His closed eyes leaked out tears as he came hard shooting deep inside you.

"I can't believe you just let me do that to you."

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Laying cuddled up beside him, he buried his face in your neck and whispered quietly, "Was it ok Noona? Was I worth waiting for?"

"I can't believe you'd even have to ask that Jungkook, nobodies ever made me feel that good."

He smiled shyly, "I'm glad. I was afraid I wouldn't be good my first time."

You sat upright absolutely stunned at his revelation. "That was your first...and you gave yourself to me?"

He smiled that little boy smile that now seemed so contradictory, "I've always loved you Y/N."

Your heart swelled and broke all at once. "Jungkook, was I worth waiting for?"

His strong arms pulled you closer and he kissed your lips, "So worth waiting for."

Laying in silence you couldn't stop thinking about being his first. You were perplexed that his skill level didn't match his experience. Then it dawned on you.

"Jungkook?"

He nodded

"How much fucking porn do you watch?"

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Yoongi

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agentnolastname · 4 years

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Tell the World

Pairing: Raleigh Carrera x Cadence Dorian (Platinum)

Prompt: Image

for: @choicesseptemberchallenge20 • Day 25

Note: Hello! This is my first time joining a fic fest and my first time writing, too. It's not the best but I hope you'll enjoy it. Thank you!

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Cadence wakes up as the rays of sun hit her eyes. She stirs and tightens her arms around the waist of the man beside him, unwilling to move and get the day started. It hasn't even been 24 hours since the last time she went on stage and she feels so tired. She groans as her phone buzzed once again making the latter chuckle from behind her and stroke her hair.

"Babe, you have to wake up. Your phone has been going off since earlier." Raleigh pats her back lightly as he inched himself away from her only to put a kiss on her forehead and on the tip of his nose. Cadence waits for his lips to land on hers yet she didn't feel it. So he opened her eyes and pouts only to see her boyfriend grining down at her. "Thought it's gonna wake you up and it did. Good morning, hermosa. Let's move now, shall we?" He says finally reaching to let their lips meet.

Cadence groans and hides her head on his neck once again.

"Can't we stay for another hour?" She protested and let herself nuzzle the latter's neck. Raleigh just stays still as she does, holding her tighter.

"You know just how much I'd love that but I bet Fiona would disagree." Just then, her phone buzzed once again. Fiona's caller ID appearing on her screen. Raleigh takes it and answers the call.

"Hey, Fiona." He answers brightly. His husky voice long gone. Cadence chuckles as Raleigh continues bickering with her publicist on the phone.

It was after a few minutes when Raleigh sets the phone down on the night stand that he rolls them over, he ends up hovering on top of her.

"My manager talked with Fiona and it's bad news." Raleigh smirks as he lowers himself to trace kisses on Cadence's neck. She giggles at the sudden contact, lulling her head back to give his boyfriend more access.

"How bad?" Cadence asked him as he goes to kiss her on the lips once again.

"Let's just say, a pap saw me walking into your house last night." Cadence hums and pushed him to sit. She moves to straddle him.

"That's not so bad." Cadence says unfazed, trailing Raleigh's neck and chest with her fingers as she follows them with little kisses. The man held her on the waist pulling her impossibly close.

"Except they saw me carrying a box of condoms." Just like a lightning, Cadence's expression changed as she moved away from Raleigh's body.

"They did what?!" She asked, obivously surprised. Well who wouldn't be? The press will eat this issue. Especially when both of them are coming out with an album next month. Especially when they allegedly broke up three weeks ago.

"They saw me walking into your house with a box of condoms in hand." Raleigh chuckles and pulls her back to him. He leans his forehead against hers and smiles. "It isn't that bad, babe."

"Raleigh, we broke up three weeks ago." Cadence says emphasizing the word broke up as if it'll knock some sense into him.

"That's what they know." Raleigh shrugs, Cadence hits his shoulder lightly and stands up. Grabbing clean towels and heading into the shower. "Oh in the shower? Again?"

"You're not joining me for shower today, Mr.Carrera!" Cadence says out loud just as he was about to enter. He laughs and moves away going back to bed as he waits for her to finish.

This will be a long day.

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They arrived at Overknight early since they did not make any stops today, Cadence did not even speak to him during the whole ride. She just leaned on his shoulders and not say anything. Not that Raleigh would wish for anything else though. Holding Cadence in his arms is more than enough, but surely, being able to tell the world that she is a big part of his life rather than a phase would be great. They walked into the studio hand in hand. Cadence stayed quiet despite Raleigh's efforts to open up a conversation one after another. They sat side by side into a couch in front of Fiona and Raleigh's publicist, Edward.

"I said that you two should be careful." It was the first thing they heard from the two. Cadence's heart beats fast on her chest. Unable to make herself feel at ease because of the possible scenarios this event might lead up to.

She doesn't get nervous often, but then this might affect both of their careers, and she wouldn't like it if this will harm Raleigh's career in any way. She looks down as the publicists talks about the issue, thinking of ways to avoid further controversies.

"If we're talking about publicity then this issue is definitely doing great in terms of exposure. America loved their relationship, don't you think?" Edward scrolls through twitter showing that the netizens mostly had positivie reactions regarding this.

Some even thinks it's funny how their relationship is an open secret the company is trying to hide. Cadence plays with her hands, still unable of what to make of it. Suddenly, Raleigh's hand covered hers and gives it a little squeeze. When she looks at him, she saw Raleigh grinning at her. So she smiles, too.

They continued discussing with their publicists unable to come up with a definite solution, but with the current position of the issue, it seems like there's no way that it'll worsen. After an hour, Fiona decided that it was enough talk for a day.

"I can see that the issue has no significant effect on your standings. I'll leave it up to you both."

Just like that they were dismissed. They said their goodbyes and head home right after.

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Contrary to what Raleigh had initially thought, today went by fast. They dozed off to sleep right after they reached home and they played a couple of movies during the afternoon, making out a few times in between. Yet, they still haven't decided on what they should do next.

It was night and Cadence is almost done cooking for dinner. Raleigh, on the other hand, is on the kitchen bar stool when he decided to bring the topic up.

"I want to go public." He says randomly as he takes in the sight of his girlfriend moving across the kitchen. Looking a lot more beautiful wearing her messy bun and without make ups on.

This is the kind of sight he would kill to see everyday. The kind of moment he would like to boast around the world. He's the lucky man who gets to eat Cadence Dorian's cooking every day, what's there not to be smug about? He chuckles when he realized Cadence still hasn't moved since he says it. He stands up and goes behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and leaning down on her shoulder.

"I want to tell the world that we own each other, Cadence." He says, placing a soft kiss on her exposed shoulder. Cadence turns the stove off as she looks over her shoulder to reach his lips for a kiss.

"What if some of your fans become mad again?" She says, now leaning her head into Raleigh's chest.

"They're not fans if they act like that. Besides, I don't intend on having fans forever. On the other hand..." he trails off and perched a kiss on top of her head. "... I plan to stick with you from now on."

Cadence chuckles at this, turning around and dragging Raleigh back into the living room where she pushed her boyfriend into the couch and she sits on his lap. Raleigh's arms are wrapped into her in seconds.

"Is this real? Raleigh Carrera being cheesy? Sounds like headlines to me." She teased as she loops her arms around Raleigh's neck.

"Make it a headline then, I don't care." He says nuzzling her neck. "If that's how you want to go public then so be it. Good way, too, since they'll realize I probably plan on marrying you."

"And do you?"

"Of course, hermosa." He chuckles placing yet another kiss on her neck. Cadence giggles and hugs him tighter.

"I love you."

"I love you more, Cadence."

"You go and tell the world how crazy you are for me then."

Raleigh placed one more kiss before the latter stood up and heads back into the kitchen. He follows after a few seconds hastily snapping and image of his girlfriend. Then he opens twitter and types, attaching the picture he just took, clicking on the tweet button once he's done.

He chuckles as their friends replied one by one. The people went crazy, as their names enter the worldwide trends in just a few minutes. Cadence confusedly looked at him as she unlocks her phone only to see his tweet.

"God, why is my boyfriend like this?" She frowns and placed their food in front of Raleigh who is still busy scrolling through the tweets. Cadence sits beside him and sends a tweet.

"What's this? You actually don't mean..." Raleigh trails off and shakes his head, moving closer to Cadence. "Nah, you won't break up with me." He says sneaking his arms around her waist immediately.

"Oh, who told you?" Cadence raises her eyebrows, bringing her tweet to life as he teased his boyfriend. Yet, Raleigh didn't budge. He still wears his confident smirk, inching himself closer to her. He leans his head on Cadence.

"You did."

They both laughed as they started eating. Finally relieved that they wouldn't be sneaking out for a date tomorrow, or the next few days, or ever. They happily ate dinner. Glad that they can finally date freely now.

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EXTRA:

#choices platinum #raleigh carrera #raleigh x mc #raleighxmc #choices #choices stories you play #raleigh carrera x mc #choices september challenge #cadence dorian

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superbbonkwolfstudent · 3 years

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Annie × reader Mikasa × reader Jean × reader

Warnings: Swearing, substances, some sexual content etc.

(My grammar is bad because English is my second language so if spelling mistakes trigger you in any way, I suggest you don't read my story)

First day of college. It better be great.

I woke up a bit later than I was supposed too but still I had more than enough time to get ready. I got up, brushed my teeth, ate some breakfast and as soon as I was done with that I changed quickly into the outfit I planned the day before and I got out.

The sunlight was bothering my eyes. It was quite bright considering that it should be about 9 AM. I got into the train and I went all the way across the city. At least imma have a dorm so I won't be getting the train everyday.

Skip forward to the first class

Class started. I find a table at the end of the classroom next to the window and I decide to sit there. The class is huge. It could probably fit over 25 students. Also it has big side windows, you can see the football field from up here. I actually find the view quite amusing.

Shit, the class is almost full. I am way too nervous to communicate with anyone right now.

Yup, crime law first thing in the morning isn't fascinating. It is literally killing me. Eh, whatever, I'll just study this stuff at home because it is too loud here. Imma just focus on reading as much as I can for the time being I guess. Since, I really dont wanna fail.

Skip forward to break

Finally, I have been waiting for this damn break for hours. I am so done with lectures. I have been listening to that blonde teacher of mine, he was called Mr. Smith I think. Eh, I am not the best at names. But I know that based on his explanation he must've been a good lawyer or student.

Shit, I have to get my dorm number. I hope I get a decent roommate cuz I ain't spending almost a year with someone who is a pain in the ass. Room number 35. Well it looks like I am roommates with this girl called Mikasa. Mikasa Ackerman. I hope she is nice.

Skip forward after class

Class is over. Not that I am complaining or anything. All I want right now is to take a damn nap and just relax. Maybe, even study a bit for the crime law lesson I had today. Goddamn, I totally forgot that I have a roommate now. Well, I hope she is quiet and not annoying.

I am trynna find my dorm number. Room 30, room 31, 32, 33, 34 and finally room 35. Now I shall wait and see whether this Mikasa girl is decent.

As I unlock the door I see a tall girl with short, black hair. Her hair was magnificent. She has black eyes, her eyes are a bit pointy as well. I find that adorable. But she kinda has a blank expression on her face. Clearly, she ain't that satisfied with what she sees.

"Ummm, hello are you Y/N? she says looking at me in confusion.

"And if you are I suggest that you come in." she states. Well she seems okay not gonna lie.

"Yes, that's me. I am Y/N indeed." I say looking at her. I bet I sounded very awkward but there is no going back now I guess.

"Well, nice to meet you I am Mikasa. Mikasa Ackerman." she says firmly as she shakes my hand. Well now I guess I know why she wants to be a lawyer. She seems quite formal.

"Pleasure to meet you too, Mikasa." I quickly reply while we're still shaking hands. Well, that was a decent but awkward encounter.

"Well, I decided to get the bed on the left if that's okay with you." Mikasa tells me as she is making her bed. She seems quite clean and neat.

"Yes, of course I don't mind. You can have the bed on the left." I say awkwardly. I'm weirdly awkward when talking to strangers. Well people that I don't really know.

I quickly get to work and change my sheets. Damn how did Mikasa make her bed so neat. Mine looks like shit. Oh well, I truly don't care. Imma just take a nap.

As I am about to lay down and try to sleep Mikasa comes close to me and checks my bed.

"Do you want me to help you with that?" she asks looking at me while slightly raising her eyebrow.

"I mean if you are willing to help." I say quietly. She looks at me after that and starts to fix the bed properly.

"Hey, you should fold it like this." she says looking at the bed and then back at me.

"Now, next time you're fixing your bed sheets you know how to do it properly." She smiles for a bit. But for long enough for me to see that she really felt happy for a second. Never thought that a person as formal and distant looking as Mikasa would smile. At me. In such a short amount of time.

"Thank you, for your help Mikasa. I really needed it." I say as I smile at her. Maybe we could become friends. I would honestly love to have a friend.

#anime #aot fanfiction #mikasa ackerman #mikasa supremacy #mikasa x reader #jean kirschtein x reader #annie leonhardt #annie x reader

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ma-gic-gay · 3 years

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A few hours later, Carly's finally managed to sleep. It was a battle to get her to even admit she was tired, so it's peaceful that she's agreed to.

Besides one ten minute bathroom and punching a wall break, he hasn't left her bedside, nor alerted her kids yet that she's in the hospital. Sound the alarms when she's okay with it, or really needs everyone to be there that very second. That might mean it'll be a while before they find out, but whatever.

Well, it was peaceful, that is, until she woke up screaming for him even though he's sitting right next to her.

"Jason!" She screams, half sobbing. She's reliving it, breaking his heart once more. There are very few things in this world that can make Jason Morgan cry, but Carly Corinthos crying or being hurt in any way, shape, or form can in a single second.

"I'm right here," he assures her, watching her breathing slow slightly from the rapid pace it was at as she registers the sound of his voice. "You're safe now, I'm here."

"Don't let me go," she half begs. "Cyrus, he'll be back any minute now."

"Hey, look at me. Focus on me, alright?" Jason asks, shifting her face so she's looking at him. "Take me hand. Just trust me, you're safe."

"Is that blood? Do I feel blood? Did you- where's Cyrus? Did you kill him?"

"Yes, you feel blood but that's not what's important right now-"

"You are bleeding, I think that matters. Did you do it, did you kill Cyrus?" Carly asks, still thinking they're in that little room from what he can tell.

"No, I didn't kill him. Carly, you're at GH. You got kidnapped and raped. Cyrus is in police custody right now," he reminds her gingerly.

She starts looking around, calming down from her nightmare. "Jason, why the hell are you bleeding?"

"I punched a wall."

"Sudden outbursts of anger like that in a public place aren't a good idea."

"Yeah, well you were sleeping, I had to pee and I heard the nurses gossipping about what happened to you so I punched a wall."

"And you've got bloody hands. You've got to get these stitched, this could be a deep cut. Let me look and check it out."

"You barely passed nursing school, Carly, and that was 30 years ago. Do you feel qualified to tell me whether or not I need stitches?"

"Yes, I do."

Sighing his defeat, he lets her look at his hands. "Okay, this isn't that bad. You don't need stitches but you do need a bandage and some hydrogen peroxide that I will apply myself because I do not trust that twelve year old to do it for you," Carly smiles. "God, if only I'd paid attention in nursing school."

"I take it you mean Elizabeth when you say the twelve year old?"

"Correct. Liz can go treat the other patients. I, on the other hand, have absolutely nothing to do so you are going to let me find bandages and a first aid kit and fix you up."

This is better than sobbing, right? Maybe?

She presses the little red button for a nurse and Elizabeth walks in. "I need a first aid kit and bandages."

"For what, exactly?"

"Jason's hand," Carly answers smugly, holding it up. "I'm patching it up for him."

"It's my job to do that, Carly."

"No, it's my job to make sure he doesn't get hurt as his best friend. It's your job to make sure I'm not going to be dead by morning," she responds sarcastically. God help them all, she's gonna pick a fight.

"Fine, Carly. I'll get you the first aid kit. Don't kill him, alright?" Elizabeth says, grimacing.

"Not to worry, Liz, I take plenty good care of him."

When she leaves, he rolls his eyes at her. "I thought you and Elizabeth called a truce. Or did I forget and now I'm going to be in hell for the next few days while you're in here?"

"I'm not being rude. We agreed to not fist fight each other and I'm not bad mouthing her," she defends herself quickly before changing the topic in a way only she can do successfully. "Alright, we need to have a discussion."

"I liked it better when you were sleeping," Jason groans.

"You love me," she counters. "And besides it's not going to be taking forever."

"Sure," he agrees sarcastically and she fakes offended.

"Well I need to stay awake somehow until little miss perfect over there gets me some damn bandaids," the blonde smiles, "and now I want to walk down memory lane. Let's reminisce, shall we?"

"Do I have a choice?"

"No."

"Then I guess we're reminiscing."

In light of recent events (fucking and kissing), this is definitely a stupid idea. Probably one of her dumbest yet. Well, no, it doesn't involve a kidnapping or marriage. So probably one of the weirder ones. Not dumb, persay, but strange.

"You remember the morning after? The first one, when I told you you were gonna be my boy on the side and you didn't even want to know my name?" She asks, smiling at the memory.

"Yeah. We never managed to do that, did we?"

"Well, in my defense, I was thinking, here's this super hot guy, and I wanted to know more about him."

"You were bored and needed a friend."

"Well, I did need a friend too but my point still stands." When he waves his hand unceremoniously, she continues, "and then I remember when I showed up on your doorstep, pregnant with Michael. I kicked you out of a meeting and everything to tell you and beg you to claim to be the dad."

"I agreed because he needed to be kept away from AJ, which I still stand by. Besides, I didn't have anything else to do."

"And I ended up giving you a child. Sorry for, you know, fucking that up with AJ," Carly says, "but I think that kid grew up with you and Sonny as his dad figures, which is better than I ever got."

"I don't know how much better but I agree he's a great guy"

"Because of you. Sonny, yes of course he loved Michael, but come on. He raised him when it was convenient, like all of his other kids. You raised Michael and didn't accept any credit I gave you for how he turned out," she smiles sadly at him.

"Well, that's because you raised a great kid with Sonny."

"And you. Moreso you, if you think about it, because as much as I loved Sonny, he didn't raise a kid. Dante was raised by Olivia, you, Jax, and I played more of a role in Michael's life, Alexis raised Kristina, Ava and I raise Avery more than him, Morgan was raised more by Jax, you and I, and Donna won't even have any memories of him, so I'm hoping she turns out okay."

"She will. After all, all of your kids are doing great."

"Thanks," she smiles. "And thanks for not calling them when you got here. I just, I can't deal with that right now."

"Exactly why I didn't tell them."

"You remember that time you kissed me, after Bobbie's not wedding to Jerry?"

"Yeah."

"God, who would've thought all those years ago we'd end never even giving it a shot."

"Me."

"Only after I slept with Sonny."

"Fair enough."

"Sorry for pretty much cheating on you and, you know, ruining what was basically the healthiest relationship I ever had up until that point. It really only rivals Jax, and even then, he was a bitch about Josslyn's custody."

"I forgave you for that a long time ago, Carly. You know that."

"Yeah but it was still a shitty thing to do. I mean, if I had any sense at all, I would've just stormed in there and asked you what you were doing and it never would've happened."

"No point dwelling on the past," Jason suggests.

"No point? Do you know what I was doing the whole time you were gone and I wasn't kidnapped? Thinking about the past. Thinking about everything we went through. I mean, the fact we didn't kill each other is impressive as it is." Carly marvels at their past.

"Because of last night?"

"Yeah, because of last night and because of this whole year and just everything. It just, it made me think."

"Oh no."

"It's not bad thoughts! But it got me thinking, we never gave us a shot."

"Because we decided each time we had an opportunity it wouldn't work," he reminds her. "Or you came up with yet another plan that would inevitably lead to us getting into a fight."

"My plans happen less and less now."

"Which makes them more and more dangerous," Jason argues.

"This isn't about my plans, it's about our past."

Ugh, conversations like this are the bane of his existence. They're also a great time, normally, to tune her out but this one, he can't. Not after his own mental confusion regarding their present and maybe it had something to die with their past. Maybe.

"Because of what happened last night, Carly, you think we're, what, meant to be or something?"

"When did you get to be such a mind reader?" She asks with a very large smile on her face.

"Are you flirting with me?"

"Just kiss me."

He obliges.

To be continued after I get a good six hours of sleep (:) I live in pain

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fujinstorm · 4 years

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I DECIDED TO WRITE MY APPRENTICE ROUTE SO IF SOMEONE IS INTERESTED, Y'ALL CAN READ. ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE SO I'M SORRY IF I MADE A MISTAKE.

CHAPTER 1: Love and shopping.

You enter the shop searching for someone who can help you with your magic problems. You ring the bell and immediately, an elve who looks a little startled, runs to his spot. He smiles to you shyly and coughs.

—How may I help you?

You smile back and start talking about the plants you need.

—I need something to my insomnia. You know.

He hums and walks towards a shelves.

—I have the solution for you! Here.

After getting in his hands the plant, he walks to you and smiles again.

—A gift from me.

He immediately blushes.

—Don't think I'm being weird I just-- Um, you seem nice.

You laugh sweetly at him. You saw him around the town, but he seemed busy, also he was always frowning. You don't want to judge, but you were a little bit scared. Seeing him blushing is a blessing to your eyes.

—Thanks! You are cute!

He starts fidgeting with his hands and blushes even more. He tries to make a joke that sounds weird, but for you it's still cute. You don't know him well, but it's clearly he's bad talking with people.

He sees you not laughing but smiling and tries to apologize.

—Oh god! I'm sorry, was that too much? Or maybe I'm being weird again?

You laugh. Why is he that cute?

—Oh, no no, it's really okay.

He looks at me surprised. It's the first time someone is genuinely nice to him or maybe I'm thinking about it too much?

—So, I don't know your name yet, pretty boy.

He blushes deeply again. Help, he's so cute, isn't he?

—I'm K-Kim!

—I'm y/n, nice to meet you!

—Tell me, Kim. Would you like to come to the theater with me tonight?

—Yes!

He answers excited.

—It's a date, then.

—But a friendly date or... You know?

He laughs nervously, trying to avoid your gaze. You smile putting aside the plants in your bag.

—Let's see where this will end.

You wink and exit the shop, feeling your cheeks burn. Okay you seemed sure of doing it, but nerves are still present.

You actually got a date with him! You really thought he will be more stoic, but seeing him smiling and blushing sure made your day.

[•••]

You walk impatient throwing glances at your mirror to see if your outfit could surprise Kim. You really want to. Plus, his expressions are really endearing.

—Y/n you look good, stop.

Asra is smiling, seeing you this excited by a date is really cute. You haven't been this happy since that day Arsa bought you a new outfit.

—But what if he doesn't like it? What if he thinks I'm not eno--

The magician stops you with a "sh"

—Y/n, following what you said about him, he seems to be more than okay with everything you wear.

—But--

—It seems he likes you.

You sigh.

—Okay, yes, I can feel he likes me, too, but I still want to impress him!

—Okay. Let's see what I have here.

Asra disappears and you sit in your chair, sighing again. Why are you this excited? He's just a guy who can make you feel butterflies in your stomach every time he smiles. Okay, maybe you really know why.

You feel your cheeks burn again.

—I just met him this morning! Although I saw him around so many times... Still! He is just another magician, right?

Asra interrupts your thoughts showing with beautiful clothings in their arms.

—I got you this!

You admire them and happily, you try them on.

—Perfect! Thanks, Asra!

You hug them and exit your house. It's still early, but you can't wait to meet him.

[•••]

You arrive fifteen minutes earlier, but it surprise you the fact that Kim is already there. He wears a beautiful black suit. He has a flower in his hand and he's looking at the floor. You approach to him and sit down beside him.

—Were you waiting for long?

He makes a little jump and looks at you startled. That was definitely the cutest thing ever.

—N-No! I mean yes! But it's not your fault! I was so excited that I came thirty minutes earlier!

You laugh and bump your shoulder with his.

—Good! It's nice to know I'm not the only one.

He blushes and coughs. He gives you the flower and closes his eyes.

—ThisisforyouIhopeyoulikeit!

He talks so fast that you have to laugh. Seeing him this nervous is kind of cute.

—It's lovely, thank you!

You take the flower and brush his hands, feeling how he's shaking. You can understand him. Although you are not shivering, but your heartbeats are crazy bumping into your chest.

—I'm glad you like it... So, should we get going to take a good side of the play?

You nod.

—Let's go!

You cross you arm with his and start walking towards the entrance to the theater.

After getting your sits, you both assemble yourselves in the third row of chairs. Tonight's play is one of your favorite. A really fast summary, a couple that rule their kingdom with justice and love.

The play goes smoothly and Kim seems to be really invested. That invested that he's crying. The guy is dying and his lover is trying to save him.

You glance to him and try to take away his tears brushing your thumb in his cheek. He looks at you surprised and blushes again.

—Was I crying too much?

You nod.

—It's okay. You like the play, right?

—Yeah! It's amazing. How the both of them are that compressive with each other. How they comfort the other one when they're blue... I love it.

You smile and take his hand in yours.

—You're so cute when you're that concentrated.

He blushes even more and tries to stop his tears. He takes a big puff of air and looks at you directly at your eyes. Even when he's that shy, his gazes penetrates your core, making your knees weak and making you feel butterflies in your stomach... again.

—I--Um... Y/n, can I kiss you?

He asks trying not to avoid your gaze. You look at him and let go his hand so you can cup his face with both of your hands.

—Absolutely.

Both of you close your eyes and your lips meet in the middle. You can feel his smile. You also can taste coffee in his lips. It's actually so sweet. You let go a sigh you didn't know you were retaining. You feel his lips opening a little, letting your tongue in. You hear a little groan scaping from Kim and before this goes to far, you both separate immediately taking a big puff of air.

—That was... Really something.

He laughs and you join him, feeling like you were floating.

You keep watching the play and after it, you keep him company until you finally reach his house. You both stop in front of his shop.

—Thanks for this night, Kim.

He smiles at you.

—I should be thanking you instead.

—I hope this means you still want to come on dates with me.

You wink and take his hand in yours.

—I had so much fun tonight, y/n. I really want to keep going on dates with you! Also I, um, like your company.

—I'm glad you like me.

—This morning, when I saw you, I was... surprised. I saw you many times around the market. I-- You really seemed nice but I was too shy to talk to you!

—Oh, Kim. I can say the same. Although you were always frowning.

He laughs sweetly. God, how can someone be that adorable?

—Yes, I must admit... I'm not always smiling.

You can feel how he's relaxing by the time you talk. You feel happy and proud at the same time. You made him feel comfortable socializing.

—Then I'll make you smile more. I love seeing you smiling. You look really cute.

Kim blushes again and with his left hand, he relocate his tie.

Before you can say anything, a shadow appears in front of both of you.

—Are you Kim?

The mentioned one nods startled.

—You must come with me.

The figure reveals their face and you gasp.

—Countess Nadia?

—May I know who you are?

You gulp and nod

—I'm his partner.

Nadia nods and sigh.

—Then you must come with me, too. You'll both have to aid me. I'll explain while we walk. Shall we?

You both nod and start walking along side the Countess who talks about some murder in her palace.

To be continued...

Next chapter will be choices so watch out and try to get de upright end!

#the arcana #nadia satrinava #the arcana fan apprentice #the arcana mc #the arcana oc #the arcana original character #fan apprentice #apprentice x apprentice #apprentice kim #the arcana game

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nish-with-no-niche · 4 years

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Open The Door....

Genre: Romance, Arranged marriage (sort of)au.

Pairing: Got7 Jaebeom x (sick'o mode!) OC

Characters:

Got7 Im Jaebeom Seungmae Meera (29 yrs) May-Ah(Meera's best friend, 30y/o, special appearance) Mrs. Seungmae (Meera's mom, 50y/o)

Summary:

" You're worried about that ? " (laughs heartily) "I've seen you in your worst condition, Meera....."

"She isn't too well."

"What happened?"

"Meera ate too much at last night's party."

Both Jaebeom and an apologetic Mrs. Seungmae were walking up the stairs to Meera's bedroom, meanwhile......

"Hn, this is the fourth time already...... Now! Where did I keep my towel? Must be on the sofa. Hmm, find it soon Meera or else hell will break loose."

With determination in her eyes, Meera decided to search downstairs and was going out of her room.

" Uff, I really need to hit the bathroo- aaaaah!"

Meera ran inside her bedroom and in a split second shut the door on Jaebeom's face.

"Jaebeom-ssi! What are you doing here?!?" Said Meera shocked at the unexpected visitor.

"Uh... May-Ah told me you were sick."

Aish that good-for-nothing, I'm gonna sue her. What do I do now? Hissed Meera feeling shameful of her present state.

"I'm really sorry Jaebeom-ssi, but now is not a good time. I seriously cant see you today."

"That's okay, this is why I came here. " Smiled Jaebeom. "Can you please let me in now?"

" No- please- I really look like a cave-man right now, trust me, you'll forget all thoughts about marrying me."

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Jaebeom was chosen by Meera's parents for her Arranged marriage because she was very engrossed in her work as a software engineer and had previously turned down all prospective offers that came her way.

Naturally, Mrs Seungmae was worried that eventually her precious, hard working and eldest daughter who deserved the world would end up having no one by her side because of her reserved personality.

Meera didn't like the idea at first , and she still had a lot to get done, so Jaebeom proposed that they should date instead for a while to get to know each other and also so that Meera gets comfortable enough around him.

Meera was an all rounder according to him. She was stern but sweet , clumsy but admirable, simple but beautiful, tall, long hair, thoughtful- the list goes on. But more than anything, she was earnest. She was tailor-made for him and he wanted to be perfect for her.

"Ahahahahaha. You're worried about that?" laughed Jaebeom heartily.

"Meera , did you forget I've seen you in your worst state, when you were drunk?"

Mom :- "What? When did that-"

In a swift motion the door was opened and a cold hand pulled Jaebeom inside the room before Mrs. Seungmae could even digest the shocking revelation of her daughter being drunk.

Of all people. Her daughter.

Looking towards a clueless Jaebeom Meera pleaded in a hushed tone- "don't speak anymore."

"Mom? Didn't you have to go to Aunt Saeri's house? She's waiting."

"Oh, yes I know. But let me come back home then you see what happens to you. "Chastised her mom.

However, Jaebeom who was looking at the state of Meera's room thought- okay, she really is a mess right now.

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"Well.... sit on the ,uh.... desk-chair for a while and- uh- let me clear up the- "

Meera ran to the bathroom to deposit the contents of her system.

She felt like vanishing from existence that very moment. In the room was her soon-to-be fiancè, all clad in gentlemanly aura, and here she was, a pathetic excuse of a woman, who has no elegance, no sophistication and her dignity going down the drain with every passing second.

Jaebeom came from behind and he gathered all the hair strands and held them behind her head all the while stroking her back gently.

At the sudden touch, Meera motioned with her left hand for him to go away but he didn't budge.

"We are in a relationship, it's natural for a man to do this for the girl."

After hearing those words,Meera couldn't say anything to him and let him help.

I'm not a kid , even my own mom didn't show me any sympathy when I was hurtling in the morning.

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"I'm so sorry you had to witness that."

"It's okay,I didn't know your situation was this bad until i came here so I didn't bring any sick people's food." Said Jaebeom while cleaning her room.

Meera was resting on the bed , laying against the headrest, as Jaebeom instructed her to.

" 'Sick people's food', hehe" repeated Meera.

"You should go back now jaebeom-ssi,you must be having so much work."

" No worries, I don't have any work today. Plus, my sister is having a party at home. Aaaand it was very loud so I came to spend the day here."

"Oh no, you didn't have to take a day off because of- "

"Today is a Sunday, Meera."

"Right! right, ohoho, yeah..." flustered, Meera closed her eyes and pretended to go to sleep.

Just then Meera's mom, chimed, "Meera? I'll be leaving now. Jaebeom-ssi, do you want me to give you some breakfast?"

"Oh, that's not required Ma'am, I already ate, although, I would love to have lunch- if it wouldn't be too much trouble."

" Why not? I'm sure Meera would love to have you too. Thankyou so much for taking care of her , I'll be back soon!"

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It was 2 pm now, Jaebeom was on his phone seated across from Meera on the bed, while said person was working on her laptop, now that her condition was a bit stable.

"Jaebeom-ssi?"

"Yes? "

"Do you always wear suits? Like, it's your day off, no? So shouldn't you be in shorts or t-shirts? " asked Meera looking at him curiously.

"I do, but I was going to my soon-to-be fiancee's house, I thought I had to look handsome and manly in front of your parents." Jaebeom smirked, playfully.

Amused by his answer Meera went back to her work , grinning.

"They'll confirm the engagement date by next month." Meera stated, eyes not leaving her computer screen.

"Yeah, I got to hear about it from my sister." After a hesitant moment later he spoke, "Meera?".

"Hmm?"

She seemed a bit engrossed in her work, a trait Jaebeom respected her for. Even though she wasn't in a good enough condition to work, that didn't deter her from completing the task she was committed to.

And he admired her for that .

"I have an office gathering, coming Thursday...... would you like to accompany me ? My colleagues wanted to meet you before the, you know..... engagement."

Meera looks up to find Jaebeom looking straight at her.

(Suddenly conscious) " Oh sure! I would love to meet them! Hopefully I'll become healthy by then.

With a small smile Jaebeom replied, "We're good then."

"Meera! I'm home." Announced Mrs. Seungmae.

"I feel okay enough to get up now. Shall we head downstairs for lunch?" Facing Jaebeom , Meera asked.

"After you." Replied Jaebeom cheekily.

Smiling, Meera announced, "we're coming mom, let's have lunch."

Drawing Credits : @19bottlesofdishsoap Kindly check out her tumblr and support her as she is starting out new in this field.

A/N: lastly if you are reading this then it means you must have read my fanfiction till the end , thankyou very much for that and you literally are the most precious person to me. Hope you enjoyed it ! :)

@g7net

#im jaebeom #jaebeom au #im jaebeom fanfic #kpop #oneshot #got7 #kpop scenarios #got7 reaction #kpop reaction #kpop oc #kpop au #g7net

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nuggets-and-french-fries · 5 years

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Julie Egerton Ch.7: Baby Shower.

This is the 7th instalment of the Julie Egerton series. ===

Friday night was usually a special night for Julie because that meant that there was no more school for a couple days and because she and her parents had Friday night tea and a special treat. Tonight it was a biscuit. "Taron, why don't you spend time with Julie tonight. I'm really tired." Y/N said as she walked toward her husband. "You sure?" He asked. Y/N nodded her head and hugged him. "I love you babe." Taron whispered. "I love you too." She replied as she pulled away from him. She started walking away when she turned around. "T, make sure you tell Julie that you aren't coming tomorrow." Y/N said as he nodded. She walked upstairs to say goodnight to her daughter. "Julie, I'm going to bed so it's just you and daddy tonight." She said as she hugged the young girl. "Goodnight." Julie replied as her mother pulled away and walked toward her room. After that, the little girl ran downstairs to see her father placing tea and their biscuits on the coffee table. "What movie do you want to watch nugget?" He asked his daughter. The little girl plopped her small body on the sofa. "I don't know daddy." She said dramatically. Taron laughed and shook his head at her antics. "Eddie!" Julie cried out loud. "Julie be quiet." Taron warned as he put the dvd in. He walked over to the sofa, sat down and pulled Julie on to his lap where he played with her hair.

By the end of the movie, Julie was now facing her father, staring at him. "What's going on in that head of yours baby girl?" Taron asked as he wrapped his arms loosely around her. "What are you going to wear tomorrow?" Julie asked and Taron felt his heart sink. "Well peanut that's the thing, I won't be there." He replied carefully. Julie broke out into giggles. "Are you trying to kid me daddy?" Julie asks through her giggles. Taron gave her a sheepish look.

(^^A/N: I know that this isn't a sheepish look but I like it.^^)

Julie looked at him in question. Still not getting that he was serious. "But why not daddy?" She asked hoping that he in fact was kidding. "Because Cariad, I have to work." He replied. "But it's Saturday!" Julie said, beginning to panic. "I know Jules but I can't change it." Taron responded. "Can I go with you? I don't want to be around all of you and mummy's friends and all their kids without you there!" She said as her eyes grew glossy with tears. Taron brushed her hair back softly. "Baby girl, I need you here to look after mummy." He replied. "Can you do that for me?" He continued as Julie let her tears flow as she cried loudly. She buried her little head into her father's chest. Taron hugged her and rubbed her back. "It's ok peanut. Just take a deep breath for me." T said as he kissed the top of his daughter's head as she continued to sob into him. Eventually, she calmed down enough to look up at him. "Will any of my family be there?" She asked. Taron smiled at her. "Yes. Your aunts and cousin and other family will be there." He responded.

Although she felt slightly better, she still wanted her father there. "Can you cancel work though daddy?" Julie asked just above a whisper. "No bug, I'm sorry I can't. I wish I could but I just can't." He replied as he rubbed Julie's back again. The little girl sniffled. "I'll stay in my room and pretend to be sick again." She said with slight stubbornness. "Baby girl, it won't be that bad. When I come home, you can tell me all about it. And you know that your aunts and cousin will take care of you while I'm gone." Taron explained. "I'm sacred daddy." She replied as her eyes grew glossy again. "I know you are sweet chip but I promise that it will be ok." He said and Julie nodded as she calmed down a little bit. "So why do you have to work on Saturday?" The bean asked. "Because the deadline for filming ends on Monday and we still have quite a bit to film." Taron explained. "Oh...Ok?" Julie said skeptically. Taron kissed her little cheek and looked at her with a warm smile. "Guess what?" He said with a hint of cheekiness. "What?" Julie questioned. "I love you so much, Bug." He said as he hugged and kissed her again. "I love you daddy." The little one replied as she laid her head against her father. "I'll miss you." She mumbled. "I'll miss you too Cariad." He said as he stood up and put Julie to bed.

The next morning Y/N was rushing around to get ready before everyone arrived. Taron had left about an hour prior and Julie was upset and just wanted everything to be over. "Julie, they're here!" Y/N called as she let her mother-in-law, Taron's sisters, her mother, her sisters, and her niece into the house. "You look beautiful." Rosie gushed. Everyone nodded in agreement. "Thank you sweetheart." Y/N replied. "Shall I go and get Julie?" Tina asked. Y/N smiled. "Thank you but I'll go her. Please make yourselves comfortable." She said as she walked to her daughter's room. Y/N softly knocked on the door. "Come in." Julie sniffled. "Oh sweetheart." Y/N said as she saw Julie's tearstained face. Julie ran to her mother and Y/N bent down the best that she could and wrapped her arms around the small child. "Can I stay here?" Julie asked after a few minutes. "No my darling. Nan wants to see you." She said, referring to Taron's mother. Julie shook her head as they pulled apart so that Y/N could stand up. "Come on. A hug from nan and grammy will cheer you up." The mother said as she took hold of the nugget's hand. They walked downstairs.

"Julie, you look beautiful." Lauren cooed. Julie hid behind her mother. "Thanks." She replied shortly. One by one, more people arrived and Julie went into full shy mode. She barely spoke two words and that didn't sit too well with an elderly lady by the name of Mrs. Jennings. "Hello dear. How are you?" The lady spoke as she sat down next to a fearful Julie. "Good." Julie said quietly. "Are you excited to be a big sister?" Mrs. Jennings asked again but this time Julie didn't respond. She just shrunk back and let out a small whimper. Rosie, Mari and Eilidh saw just how shy their niece and cousin was getting shyer by the second. "you are a shy little thing aren't you." Mrs. Jennings noted with some distain. Julie's eyes grew glossy once again.

The three girls walked up to their relative and whisked her back into the house and to Julie's room. "It's ok Oreo. You are safe now." Rosie said as she hugged her niece. "Thank you." Julie sniffled. "You're welcome." Eilidh replied with a smile. "Want to play a game?" Mari asked as she looked at the games that Julie had in her game cabinet. The other girls nodded their heads and decided to play Hungry Hungry Hippos. "how many did you get Julie?" Eilidh asked. Julie froze. "It's ok. Let's count together." Rosie replied as she and Julie counted. "Good job Oreo. You won!" Mari cheered happily. After a few more rounds, the girls decided to ask Y/N if they could watch a movie. Y/N agreed and told the girls that they could go into her and Taron's room to watch the film. The girls put Mama Mia in and for the rest of the shower, they sang, danced and laughed.

Once the shower had ended, the girls filed downstairs. "Did you girls have fun up there?" Y/N asked. Julie smiled slightly and nodded. "We watched Mama Mia." Julie announced happily. Y/N laughed and she and Julie said goodbye to everyone. "Thank you girls for looking after the jellybean." Y/N said as she hugged her niece and sister-in-laws. "It was fun today. Julie is a good kid." Rosie replied with a sweet smile. Before long, the house was empty except for the mother and daughter. "Want to help me make a plate of food for your daddy?" Y/N asked. Julie nodded and ran ahead of her waddling mother.

About an hour and half later, Taron walked through the door and Julie ran to him. "Daddy!" She screeched. "Hello love." He replied happily. "Where is mummy?" Taron asked as he placed the girl down. "On the sofa reading a book." She said as they walked to the lounge room. "How was your day Y/N?" He asked as he sat down next to her and pulled Julie on to his lap. "It was great but now that you are home, I think I'm going to go and have a bath. My back is killing me." She said as she struggled to get off the sofa. Taron lifted Julie off his lap and he stood up to help his wife up. "Thank you." She said as he pulled her up slowly. She gave him a quick kiss and made her way upstairs. "Well Cariad, looks like it's you and me." Taron said. "Yeah." She giggled. "Mum and I made you food in the fridge. I'll show you. " Julie continued as she grabbed his hand and led him to the fridge. Taron took the plate out of the fridge and walked to the table to eat. Julie sat across from him and while he ate.

When Taron was done eating, he and Julie went back to the sofa. Julie climbed into her fathers lap and face him. "Did you have fun with your aunts and cousin today?" Taron asked as Julie played with a button on his shirt. "Yeah. There was a mean lady but they took me to my room and we played a game and then we watched a movie." The little girl explained. Taron smiled with pride for what his sisters and Eilidh had done for his daughter. "What movie did you watch?" He asked. "Mama Mia." Julie replied simply. Taron burst out laughing and Julie just stared at him. "That's your favourite movie." Taron stated. "No butt nuggets!" Julie sassed seriously. Taron pulled one of his faces in mock offence.

(^^I know that this doesn't really scream mock offence but let's just face it, his expressions are the best.^^)

Julie rolled her eyes at her father leaned into him. "I hate you daddy." Julie mumbled in annoyance. Taron gasped. "You hate me?" He asked sassily. Taron started to lightly poke at his daughter to make her laugh and when she didn't budge, he started to tickle her. Julie bursted out in laughter. "Stop." the bean squealed through her giggles. The pair carried on like this until Y/N came downstairs and the small family enjoyed the rest of the evening together.

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Well there you have it, the seventh chapter of this series. I really hope that you enjoyed it. I am sorry for any grammatical errors and any other various mistakes.

@anywaythewind13lows

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AU - The Jedi say "The Padawan Chooses The Master" Qui Gon lives, Obi Wan is very preoccupied, and Anakin is put into the creche as an Initiate to learn what he can until Qui Gon wakes up from his coma and gets yelled at by the Council. In the meantime, Anakin meets other Jedi Masters and when the Council asks him who he wants to be his teacher, his answer isn't Qui Gon. Instead it's *insert your fav Jedi here*

My Friend, I both hate you and love you for this prompt. Because I am so very very torn. But let me give it a go.

Naboo is a debacle. No one debates that. Qui-Gon Jinn comes back to the Temple barely alive, accompanied by his Padawan - the first Jedi in a millenia to have slain a Sith - and the powerful young boy they found on Tatooine.

At first they wait - while Obi-Wan Kenobi is considered more than deserving of Knighthood, they hold out hope that Qui-Gon will wake and perform the ceremony himself, and take Anakin on as he originally intended. It is not to be.

Obi-Wan is knighted and sent off on missions, Anakin remains in the creche - as Qui-Gon lives, it seems presumptuous to have any other Jedi take him on. But Qui-Gon may never wake, and so the more senior Masters take it upon themselves to get a feel for the too-powerful boy. Just in case.

Months later, Qui-Gon wakes.

He is in no shape to do anything more than argue with the council, but he is awake. Still, the matter of Anakin Skywalker is put off a little longer, until Qui-Gon is in a better position health wise. Besides, while he is not completely at ease in the ranks of the initiates, Skywalker has settled in somewhat - it will do no harm to wait a little longer. And it also gives some of them a bit more time to try an mitigate Jinn’s eventual bad influence.

A year after Naboo, the council requests the presence of Initiate Skywalker. The boy who faces them is so very similar and yet so very different from the child they interviewed a year earlier. Still far from emotionally balanced, but much less fearful. After all, by this stage he knows them all somewhat, and he has begun to accept that he is not going to be turned out - over the last year it has become very apparent that he cannot remain untrained, and as such the Creche Master had taken the time to explain the notion of a Padawan accepting a Master.

(They will never know how how much that notion affects Anakin. Because what slave chooses their own Master?)

And so they ask him. “Who would he choose as his Master?”

And Anakin is torn. Because this is a huge decision, and he knows it. Never before has he had the power to CHOOSE. He has to do this right. Qui-Gon Jinn freed him and brought him to the Temple. He is Anakin’s hero. It would make sense to accept him. And yet... What of the other Masters?

What about Master Billaba, who so patiently walked him through the First Forms when he worried about being so far behind his classmates? Or maybe Master Fisto, who laughs and smiles and pats him on the head and tells him not to worry, he will get the trick in time - has he considered a moving meditation, like this? Or even Master Windu, who is stern and forbidding, but UNDERSTANDS the anger that coils in his chest? And Master Koon - he’s kind and an absolutely WIZARD pilot. What should he do?

But Anakin Skywalker is a child of the Force. And all of the Masters he has encountered over the last year have told him the same thing. So he reaches out and...

The council watches as the boy raises his head and looks up at them with an unassailable sense of certainty.

“I’m sorry Masters, but I can’t choose. Not yet. It’s not the right time.”

And it takes everything in him not to back down in the face of Qui-Gon’s sadness and the Council’s impatience, but Anakin stands firm.

The Force is speaking to him. Loud and clear.

“Not Now.”

In the end it is Yoda who breaks up the raucous arguments with a few firm taps of his gimmer stick. If the Force tells young Skywalker that now is not the time then so be it. The boy is still younger than the average new padawan, and still has some catching up to do. There is no hurry. Let him remain in the creche they shall, until the time is right.

And so they do. Except Anakin’s little demonstration along with the general increased interaction during Qui-Gon’s convalescence means that several of the Council members are seriously considering the merits of taking him on themselves. And Qui-Gon? He is determined to regain little Ani’s regard.

You can imagine the result. Anakin Skywalker becomes the envy of his classmates, as multiple senior masters court him to be their padawan. Plo Koon in particular seems to take great delight in tweaking Qui-Gon’s ire by allowing Anakin to learn to pilot the Temple ships, and Mace has spent a lot of time showing Anakin how to control his darker impulses. Kit sneaks him sweets but both he and Depa have the suspicion that they are not seriously in contention. Ironically all the attention has done wonders for his attachment issues.

Still, every time he is asked if he is ready to take a Master, Anakin will close his eyes and reach into the Force, before saying. “No. Not yet.”

Incidentally, his lack of Master has very much impeded the Chancellor’s efforts to spend time with the boy alone. After all, a Padawan is very different from an Initiate from a Jedi perspective - one is considered a semi-adult capable of assisting in basic mission duties while the other is not. The Chancellor may be their direct superior, but even he cannot order them to facilitate private audiences with a CHILD under their care. For now, he must make to with infrequent and supervised visits in which he must take care not to overstep the role of a genial man interested in the welfare of the child who saved his planet.

It infuriates him.

But anyway.

Time passes, and Anakin’s classmates start to dwindle, as they are either apprenticed (Anakin feels smug at having facilitated one of two of the matches - having Knights and Masters watching him keenly means he can try and push others in direction the Force suggests) or drawn towards alternate pathways. Anakin is nearing thirteen years of age, and he knows the time for a decision is coming soon.

But there are things he needs to make sure are in place first. Luckily, he knows who to speak to about that.

“Time then, it is, Young Skywalker?”

“Yes Master Yoda.”

“Hmm. Certain, you are?”

“Yes Master Yoda.”

“Good. Done well, you have, to follow the Force in this. Who is it, you have chosen?”

Anakin tells him.

And the old Jedi starts cackling.

It is not long after that Anakin Skywalker stands before a large crowd of Knights and Masters (Because this? The apprenticeship of Initiate Skywalker? This is going to be the thing of temple legends and NO ONE wants to miss out.) and asked who he would take as his master.

And Anakin Skywalker looks his choice straight in the eye as he speaks their name.

Obi-Wan Kenobi nearly faints there and then.

Let’s take a step back.

When Obi-Wan Kenobi first accompanied his comatose Master back to the Temple, he had been consumed by their last conversation. The one in which he had promised Qui-Gon to train the boy. Except, those were obviously the words of a man who thought himself dying, and Qui-Gon still LIVED. When the council decides to put Anakin into the creche until things are more certain, Obi-Wan is so RELIEVED. Because while he would if he had to, Obi-Wan doesn’t feel READY to take a padawan just yet, not while he is still processing the end of his own apprenticeship, and Anakin is meant for Master Qui-Gon - Obi-Wan would never wish to steal that role while the possibility remains that the man will wake one day.

Still, he made a promise. And there are many ways to teach.

So Obi-Wan makes an effort to check in on Ani, make sure he’s settling in ok. It’s a big culture shock for the boy from Tatooine, and Obi-Wan does his best to help explain some of the things Temple raised initiates take for granted. Anakin’s glee when he finally gets the hang of something is infectious, and Obi-Wan finds himself enjoying the time they spend together.

When he starts taking missions as a Knight, Obi-Wan makes the effort to farewell Anakin every time he leaves, and if he can, brings him back some toy or trinket from wherever he ends up. Nothing major, but Anakin has often expressed his desire to visit every world in the galaxy one day, and he gets so excited even if all Obi-Wan has to show him is a rock he found while running for his life from upset dignitaries...

Obi-Wan thought his missions might be less exciting now he wasn’t partnered with the most infuriating diplomat in the Order. He was wrong.

When the Masters begin paying more attention to Anakin it is Obi-Wan he contacts for reassurance he is doing the right thing. After all he is listening to the Force, but what if he’s listening wrong? And Obi-Wan tells him he’s doing fine, to follow his instincts, and sorry he has to go now due to potential pirates, but maybe to take time with each of them to work out how well they connect, just in case the Force changes its mind? And it is Obi-Wan who tells him he should just confess about the incident with the door chimes, and reassures him that no one will hate him over the accident with the speeder.

As time goes on, Obi-Wan becomes known in the Temple as the BEST source of information on the Skywalker Situation, because he has THE most up to date gossip on what Masters Jinn and Windu have decided to challenge each other with this time, or which Knight has decided to throw their hat into the ring most recently, only to find the kid too much to deal with. Obi-Wan finds himself feeling a little protective over Anakin, rolling his eyes at the latest stuff up on the part of Ani’s potential masters, and during one of his morning meditations he comes to the startling realisation that he is well and truly Attached to his young friend.

Well then.

So of course when it comes time for Anakin to make his final decision, Obi-Wan Kenobi puts on his best face and mentally tries to work out which master will have the honour of training the Chosen One. The selfish part of him hopes it’s not Qui-Gon. He adores his former Master, but time has convinced him that he would be a poor match for Anakin. And he wants what is best for the boy.

Maybe once Anakin is safely matched to a Master of his own Obi-Wan might consider the merits of a Padawan himself. Certainly he is feeling a lot more confident in his skills that he was a few years earlier...

But then Anakin gives his name.

His.

Obi-Wan Kenobi.

So many faces are turned to face them and he can feel them all asking “Why him?” and he doesnt have an answer and...

Anakin is looking at him. Waiting. For his response.

His heart gives him his answer, but he has to be SURE this is the boy’s decision.

“Why now Anakin?”

And Anakin smiles, bright and sure.

“Because you weren’t ready before.”

Oh.

Obi-Wan Kenobi laughs then, in joyous wonder and kneels to look the boy (his student!) in the eye.

“In that case, Anakin Skywalker, I would be honoured to be your Master, if you would agree to become my Padawan.”

And the Force sings.

~~~

I hope you’re not too disappointed! I was tempted to write a Plo Koon is Anakin’s Master AU, but in my heart of hearts, I just can’t keep the Team separated! :)

#tygermama

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