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we-were-born-to-be-free · 10 months

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Hi there! I’m new to your page but I’ll take anyone who writes for my husband (mr. Benjamin Barnes) Do you think maybe you could write something where the reader is a moon summoner and she/they have like a traumatic past them makes them hide it for years until she meets Aleksander and he finds out maybe? Idk that’s pretty specific but just a thought! Have a lovely day!

Little moon - A.M

A/N: I am so sorry this took forever. I just wasn't in the right headspace. Enjoy<3

" Why can't you do anything right you fucking bitch," screamed your father. "You're such a disappointment to us. We never wanted you in our lives, let alone for you to be Grisha! We're so glad you'll be leaving forever. Don't try to come back here ever again. Fucking disappointment," he spat as he slapped you again and kicked you hard. He slammed the door shut and all you could do was lay there and cry.

You woke up with a start, tears already streaming down your face from the nightmare. You sat on the edge of your bed, trying to control your breathing. You left that life long ago when you ran away from home. You'd had enough.

Now you were safe within the walls of the Little Palace. Within the arms of Aleksander. Your love. You weren't sleeping with him because he was extremely busy with the preparations for the Winter Fete.

You had gotten onto your feet before checking what the time was. It was 3.16. You knew you wouldn't be sleeping again.

You slipped your navy-blue silk gown on and made your way to the gardens. You took the long way around, making all the unnecessary turns and stops.

Once you had gotten to your bench, you find your seat taken by Aleksander. You went and sat down next to him, making yourself comfortable against him. "What's wrong lapushka? Can't sleep" He asked.

"Nightmare," you responded, voice muffled against his kefta.

He pulled you closer into him. "When you're ready to tell me more about these nightmares that plague you, darling, I'll be right here. We have all the time in the world," he joked.

You hadn't told him why you were always getting nightmares, just that you were traumatized in your childhood. He understood that you didn't want to mention it too much. You nodded before he kissed the top of your head softly.

"Come on my little moon, you have to get more rest before you meet the king and queen later."

"Mm," you hummed. You moved your hands away from Aleksander and started playing with your powers. You were able to summon moonlight. You were the first of your kind. Your parents weren't Grisha at all.

They hated them. No wonder they hated you just as much. You sat in a comfortable silence with Aleksander. When the sun rose, he kissed your forehead again before leaving to continue with his never-ending work.

Hours later, you were dressed in your midnight blue kefta, with silver embroidery. Your hair was elegantly pinned up by Genya. You were sitting beside Aleksander, with the king and queen.

You were picking at your food, not feeling very hungry. The King called upon you, to which you responded. "I see that you been made commander of the Etherealki. How are you finding it?"

"It has been a little bit of a struggle at first, moi tsar, but I am finding it easier now,"

"I doubt they will behave with a pathetic little girl running their group."

That struck a nerve.

"I mean I know I wouldn't. It is disappointing to see what this world has come to. Girls commanding Etherealki. Pathetic."

You were shocked. How could the King of Ravka, dare say that. He was meant to protect you, to guard you from the world. He was meant to be a father figure. Your hands started shaking and you felt like you couldn't breathe properly.

"Moi tsar, I am not feeling well. With your permission, m- may I retire to my room," you asked, trying to hide the tremble in your voice. He nodded and waved you away.

You were going to have a panic attack. You weren't a stranger to episodes like these, but being in a crowded area didn't help them.

You practically ran to your room, closing the door behind you. You shrugged off your kefta before falling to your knees. Images of your father flashed through your memory. You could hear his voice, telling you how worthless you are.

Your entire body was shaking as you hid your face behind your hands, wishing that his voice would go away. Meanwhile, Aleksander noticed that you were getting nervous, and after you had dashed out of the hall, he didn't bother to excuse himself before following you to your room.

He opened the door to find you crouched down beside your bed, head in your hands. You were sobbing uncontrollably, trying to get the image of your father out of your head.

Aleksander slowly approached your trembling frame. It broke his heart to see you, his little moon, in so much pain. "Milaya?"

You didn't respond, only digging your head deeper into your knees. "Darling," he asked again.

"Don't hurt me. Please. Not again," you whimpered.

"It's just me love. It's Aleksander. Y/N, look at me darling. Let me see those pretty eyes of yours," he cooed.

Once you heard Aleksander's voice, you slowly removed your hands from your face, eyes still shut tightly. "It's okay darling, you're safe. No one can hurt you here."

Your eyes opened to beautiful grey ones, filled with worry. "Hey love."

You jumped into his arms, stumbling as he caught you. You tried to control your breathing, but you just couldn't. You were taking in more air than you needed. Aleksander noticed this and said, "Deep breaths darling. Slowly."

He took a deep breath, demonstrating the action. As you breathed slowly, you hid your face in the crook of his neck, tears still pouring out of your eyes. He rubbed your back as you calmed down, listening to his words of encouragement.

"There you go darling. Feeling better," he asked.

You nodded, still holding onto him tightly. He carried you onto your bed while he tried to find comfortable clothes for you to wear. "Sasha," you asked quietly. "Will you please stay with me tonight?"

"Of course, my little moon," he replied bringing satin pyjamas for you to change into.

Once you had changed, Aleksander was waiting for you on the bed, shirtless with sweatpants . You had placed your head on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat, taking comfort in knowing that he was here with you.

Aleksander cleared his throat before asking, "Darling? Who hurt you?"

Your body tensed as you answered him. "It was my father, Sasha. He used to hit me, call me names and tell me how useless I am. I was a disappointment to him," you say. "I still am."

"No, love. Don't ever say that about yourself," he says as he wipes your cheeks with his thumbs. "You are perfect, just the way you are my darling. I love you, okay. You're going to make it out of this trauma. I'll help you, my little moon. I promise."

He seals his promise with a kiss to the top of your head.

"Sasha," you ask tentatively.

"Yes my little moon," he responded.

"Thank you. For everything," you yawn. "I love you."

"I love you too, my little moon. Sleep well."

#aleksander kirigan #shadow and bone #the darkling #aleksander morozova x reader #alexander morozova #my baby

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cloudninetonine · 1 year

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Hello! Hii! You don't know because im semi new here so let me introduce myself! Hi im amistakehadhappened but you can just call me Junkie or Renren!

Anyways ive been obsessing over your 'A Player's Aid' fanfic and other works related to it and it has gotten me thinking about how i think other link's would "remember" the player! I don't really have anyone else to share my ideas with so i figured why not tell the creator of the work? I dont want to overwhelm you so I'll just talk about one of the link's for now and that one being Time.

Now Time is very interesting to me for the idea that he was one of the youngest links to start his journey and was forced to grow up fast so he could defeat ganondorf. Similarly to Wind, biggest difference is that Wind stayed a child during his entire adventure. So I think that Time would have some level of protectiveness over Wind especially compared to the others. Not just because he's the youngest but because Time hates the idea that Wind had to go on his journey as a child like him when he was younger. So overprotective dad Time.

You may be wondering what this has to do with the Player? Well heres my idea. I think that when Player was back in their world, and first started oot and/or mm, they found it odd that link was so young for a hero(assuming this isn't the first game they've played so they wouldn't consider this "normal" for link to be a child). So often they would both sympathize with the young Time and also be concerned for him. I also think that Player probably would have been very upset that Time was forced to grow up and miss out on a huge part of his childhood just so he could be a hero.

You've already confirmed that even though they dont remember the Player helping them on their journeys(besides Hyrule and Wild as of now), the Player was still very physically and vocally active during each link's adventure. Now finally i can get to what all of this was leading up to.

Imagine this: the chain plus Player are all resting at a temporary camp they set up. Most of the others have gone to sleep, with the exception of 2. Time because he's currently on watch and Twilight because im assuming wolf reasons. Suddenly Wind quickly jolts up and starts looking around the camp, to see of anybody's awake. He notices Time sitting guard but doesn't want to bother him, instead Wind goes to quietly find Player for comfort. Gently waking up Player, Wind softly tells them that he had a nightmare and can't go back to sleep. Player, obviously concerned for him, offers to try and sing him a lullaby to help him sleep better. So Wind gets comfortable next to Player and Player starts softly singing to Wind, hoping to help the poor boy fall back asleep. And finally this is what i think Player would be singing to Wind.

https://youtu.be/Lr0UOKd1dd0

Player would sing Everything Stay's from Adventure Time to Wind. Now this quickly helps Wind to fall back into a deep sleep. However this song is quick to catch the attention of the man on guard, Time. Time stays quiet for the whole song but once he knows Player is done and Wind is fast asleep he makes his voice known. Briefly startling Player, Time asks where Player learned that song. To which Player responds with saying it was from their childhood.

Time scoffs at this, confusing Player before adding "When I was younger, back when I was a child, I would often hear someone singing to me a song that sounded exactly like that one. Typically I would hear the song during times where i was very stressed or scared. It always found a way to calm me down and made me feel like everything was going to be ok..... That voice sounded exactly like yours."

And the it hits both of them. Player realizes that Time remembers them and the journey they had together and Time feels like a part of him that was missing for so long has finally come back to him. After they talk for a little while longer, Time wanted to try and catch up, Player can no longer stay awake and they fall asleep again, now cuddling and very clingy Wind in their arms.

The next day it is safe to say that pretty much everyone else is very confused as to why all of a sudden Time is being very docile and friendly to the Player. Going as far as to hand them a cup of coffee and sharing bits of his own food. Acting as if they have been friends for years, which in a way they technically were.

So yeah that's my idea on how i think Time and Player would connect and bond. Just a simple lullaby that changed Time's life. I hope you enjoy what I wrote and if this was weird or something you don't like im very sorry. But i do hope you have a very good day and thank you for even giving me a brief second of your time!

THIS WAS BEAUTIFUL!!!!!!! I LOVED IT!!!!

Thank you so much for sharing! Make sure to remember you can share as much as you want on here I love hearing people's ideas!

Honestly, the thought of a lullaby being what makes Time remember is such a sweet idea? Give him something soft after he's experienced so much heartache through the years- our old man deserves it!

#cloud answers #player au #a player's aid au #a player's aid ideas #Junkie/Renren #Friend's story

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quollstar · 1 year

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Like Animals; ch1

billy butcher (the boys) x reader

warnings: this fic makes use of the sex pollen trope later on, as well as including some the boys-typical violence/language. i'm not going to post the whole thing here because to be honest i really don't know tumblr's layout or rules that well so i'll drop the first chapter and then a link to the whole thing on my ao3 if anyone is interested!

notes: reader/you is a member of the team, an ex-vought supe introduced by annie. now you work with them to take down any supe you can (this is somewhere in between szn2 and szn3!)

The job was simple– well, as simple as it gets when you take down superpowered assholes for a living. Hughie had given your group the green light to take out some low-level supe after he gave a speech at an animal rights event. According to your digging, the supposed animal liberator was actually as fake as the rest, dealing in black market pelt and meat trading on the down-low and peddling the 'vegan, fish are friends, save all the creatures' story to the public the whole while. He got shipments of V to his zoos disguised as animal feed, then presumably used it on the animals in question, the 'why' of that was unclear. What was really fucked about it was the guy could understand and speak to animals. You weren't a crunchy vegan yourself, but damn, that was cold.

It was you, Butcher and MM in the field, while Frenchie and Kimiko did surveillance in the van a few blocks away; close enough that they could come in if things went sideways and you needed another supe. So far it didn't seem like you'd be needing them, but you never know. Butcher and MM spread out through the crowd, taking care to avoid the cameras above the outside venue so they wouldn't get tagged. You, on the other hand, were fairly new to the job, and thus hadn't had your face put up on any of the criminal databases yet, and since you were a rather unknown supe there was little chance of someone recognizing you. You got to claim front row seats. Hooray.

The event itself was cheesy. You were surprised at how many people showed up, considering how bland and boring it had been so far, but you figured any big event with Vought tied to the name was bound to attract a crowd, even if the main speaker- your target- had less charisma than the longhorn bull he was on stage with. You weren't sure which of the pair smelled worse. Internally, you cursed the fact that you were essentially untraceable, because you would have loved to be in the back like Butcher.

Subtly, you looked over your shoulder to find him in the crowd. He was already looking your way, and when you met his eyes you rolled yours, glaring. He sent you one of his patented cocksure grins and gestured back towards the stage.

"Keep your eye on the prize, love," came his accented voice through your earpiece (disguised to look like a regular hearing aid). "They'll be bringing the monkeys out next, ain't that exciting?"

As quietly as you could, you snarked back: "I'm thrilled." When all this was done, you were going to tear into him for insisting you showed up for the whole show, when you could have gotten in for the last 10 minutes and then done your damn job.

His responding chuckle sounded in your right ear and something in your lower gut twisted not-unpleasantly.

You just couldn't help it. The man was attractive, and his deep voice didn't help. When you'd first joined up with the boys, introduced to their movement by Annie, he'd gotten on your nerves immensely. Actually, he still did (all the damn time) but he was a lot more bearable after getting to know him. You realized that his rudeness was usually just a way to deflect positive attention off himself and that, while he called the boys 'cunts' every other day, he would do anything to keep them safe in the field. When you felt those feelings stirring in you the first time, you swore you wouldn't get attached, but it was no use. You really loved a misunderstood bad boy type.

Nowadays, when you caught yourself feeling things for him, you didn't try to tamp it down. You just reminded yourself that he was clearly not one for new commitments. He was torn up over his late wife and on a path of rage after what Homelander had done. He didn't need some 20-something d-lister supe pining after him on top of that. You were pretty sure he would be disgusted at the idea of the two of you together.

So you kept that shit to yourself. You were used to quiet pining, anyway, always being the single friend from the moment you realized you even cared about that. You could get over it. You could be content just to admire him from afar when he wasn't looking.

Your attention was drawn back to the gaudily decorated stage when, just as Butcher had said, they carted out some chimpanzees. You weren't even entirely sure what they were doing, having tuned out most of the things Monty Montgomery had been saying about his various animal guests up until this point. Your guess was some sort of informational show, but god was it bland, and you usually liked shit like this.

You checked your watch; 2:42. The show was set to end at 3:00, and then you'd follow Monty backstage and grill him on his sketchy side hustle before finally following Butcher's precise plan to take him out. You couldn't actually kill him- Hughie would have a fit- but knocking him out would be fun. You were considering giving him an extra kick in the nuts just for making you sit through this god awful stage show. Nearly 20 minutes left. Fuck.

The remaining time could not have gone slower, dragging on as the celebrity supe went on and on about how intelligent most animals actually were. Normally you'd find that to be a lovely sentiment, but knowing what Monty does after hours just made the whole presentation seem so fake. You weren't sad when it ended and you got swept up in the crowd of people leaving the clearing to wander around the booths or stand around in groups talking about whatever it was supe fans talked about. You made to follow the crowd, then broke off away from them at the last second to head towards the backstage area. Butcher and MM would be heading that way, too, and you could finally get to the fun part of your job.

You strutted past the security stationed outside the back of the stage, flashing them the ID badge you'd nicked from another guard earlier on in the day before sweeping past them into the much quieter halls of the building behind the stage. Nobody was around and you breathed a sigh of relief; standing among the throngs of chattering people for so long had left you socially exhausted. It was nice to have a moment of quiet.

Right on time, Butcher and MM entered through the door at the other end of the hall, spotting you and making their way over. You met them in the middle.

"You sure he's in?" you asked, placing your hands on your hips.

MM nodded. "We kept on eye on him after the show, he came right back to the room. You ready?"

You huffed. "Only been waiting for this for two hours, so yeah. Jesus, why did we have to watch the whole show?"

Butcher only grinned, amused at your annoyance. "What, you don't like animals, y/n? I'm surprised. I thought you were one of them sensitive blokes."

You bit your tongue to keep from getting pissed and saying something stupid. Your feet hurt, damnit, you were ready to go home. Exactly when you started seeing the dank cellar that was your base as 'home', you didn't know, but the dark concrete walls and suspiciously wet floors were sounding really welcoming about now.

Shutting your eyes, you dropped your hands from your hips and splayed your fingers out, using the dark and quiet to hone your supe ability. As powers went, it wasn't that amazing, but it was mighty useful for missions like this, where you didn't want to be seen. You felt out mentally, searching for cameras and anything else giving out an electronic pulse from behind the door marked "STAR". When you apprehended Monty, you didn't want it to be for an audience.

"Three cameras, and one shitty desktop computer- probably also has some sort of webcam on it. Plus his phone, I think," you muttered, eyes still closed.

"Fry 'em," Butcher said.

You clenched your fists. "Done." You opened your eyes in time to catch a look from Butcher that was almost, almost admiring. It could just have easily been mocking, but you'd like to let yourself believe for one minute that he found your powers useful. The prospect brought a little smile to your face.

MM leveled you with a knowing look, then took the lead, putting his ear up to the door for just a moment before throwing it in, catching the supe inside by surprise.

Monty Montgomery had been laying on a couch inside, worn out from talking for so long (you didn't blame him there; you were worn out from listening to him talk) but quickly shot up when the three of you rushed in, the guys holding their guns and you with your hands cockily stuffed in your jean pockets.

"What the fuck??" he sputtered, looking between the three of you angrily. "Who the fuck are you?"

Butcher smiled, taking a step forward, still pointing his gun at the supe. "We're your biggest fans, mate! We wanna ask you a few questions about your job- the other one. You ever feel bad sending your little buddies to their deaths so you can sell their hides on eBay or what have you?"

Monty balked. "I- I don't know what you're talking about, psycho. How did you get in here?"

While Butcher had his attention upwards, you noticed Monty's hand inching towards his back pocket. Whether it was a gun or a phone he was reaching for, you weren't having it. Your hand lifted calmly, and you pulled, the object ripping out of the target's pants and flying into your hand. A phone. Figures. He didn't know it was useless anyways after your powers got to it.

"Really? Who're you gonna call? You have an elephant on speed dial?" You glared, making a show of using your powers to crush his phone. It was overkill, but you liked the shocked look on his face. As it fell to the ground, Monty's eyes narrowed.

"What do you want from me?" He asked, tone guarded.

"Already said. We want to ask you about your side hustle, and what exactly you're doing with the Compound V you have sent to your place every month," Butcher said, gesturing towards the couch with his gun. "Now sit down."

end of chapter one!

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#the boys #x reader #billy butcher #billy butcher x reader #billy butcher x you #self insert #ao3 fanfic #ao3

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loverrrgirl · 2 years

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KISMET- Austin Butler x reader - PART 12

Warnings: minors leave now. Nothing happens in this chapter but things are happening SO soon. And honestly this chapter is cute to me so let me know that you think happens next!

Here’s the masterlist

Luv u

Once we were in the car, I suddenly felt very excited. I had no idea where he was taking me. I hate surprises, typically. But somehow I just knew I could trust him.

I knew how it sounded. Don't be so naive so Stella. But there really was something about him. His energy, his presence, his sincerity in everything he said and everything he felt. He was different. And he was good. Through and through.

I caught him a couple of times. Peeking over at me while he was driving. And I was certainly peeking back.

"I love this dress by the way. Thank you so much." I smiled at him. It was very me. And it was special that even though he hadn't known me long, he seemed to capture my essence. In dress form anyways

"Yeah, yeah you're welcome. It looks amazing on you." He gave me a side smile and but his bottom just a little bit. Just enough to make me melt into a literal puddle.

I bit the inside of my lip nervously. Hopefully he didn't pick up on that. I hated that I did it, but old habits die hard, or whatever the saying is.

"Thanks. Where are you taking me anyways?" I raised an eyebrow at him. It could have been a corn field in the middle of nowhere and a picnic. It could have been to Chili's. Somehow I knew I'd follow this man anywhere and everywhere he wanted to take me. I was cornfield ready.

"It's called Moonshadows. It's in Malibu. I've actually never been but I've heard it's great. I figured we might as well try it if we're going out." He said as he looked over at me. His eyes were dancing. I could tell he was excited. He liked to try new things.

So do I.

"Mmmm. Can't wait to try it." I said quietly. We were at a stop light now. And I couldn't stop thinking about what to do if anyone recognized him.

Just follow his lead Stella.

"So, Stella. You didn't do much on your birthday. Understandably. But if you could have any birthday dessert, what would it be? And why?" He inquired.

"Hmmmmm. That's a hard one. I guess it would have to be a carrot cake cupcake. Which probably isn't the average choice. But when carrot cake is done right, it's superior to any other kind and you can't change my mind." I said playfully.

He looked at me. He seemed intrigued. "Noted. How many candles do I have to fit on to one cupcake?"

"Twenty four now I guess. I'm old. I'm ancient. I'm withering away as we speak." I laughed. Getting older is weird. He laughed, and his cheeks lit up.

"Then I'm really ancient." He said, with a few chuckles left in his breath.

"Oh, I found that receipt you left me today. In my suit case. Would you believe me if I told you that I hadn't opened my suit case at all until today?" I asked quietly, feeling bad. I hoped he wasn't waiting around for me to call him. I would have if I found the note sooner.

"I did start to worry you just didn't want to see me again. But I considered that maybe you just hadn't seen it yet." He said, he ran his thumb across his bottom lip again.

Jesus it's so sexy when he does that. I wonder if he knows how sexy it is.

"Oh god. No. Not at all. I'd have called you days ago. At least to get my sweater back." I side eyed him. I wasn't sure yet what his humor threshold was but I couldn't wait to find out.

"Mm. Mhmmm." He replied. With a smirk. He wasn't insulted that I said it. His smirk told me he didn't mind it at all. But I couldn't tell exactly what he was thinking. But I'd do nearly anything to hear him respond that way to me again.

The rest of the drive, we just caught up about our last few days. He told me about visiting Ashley and how he even told her about how I left the sweater in his car. She thought I might have done it on purpose. I laughed at that one. A super clever tactic, and one I never would have thought of. But I'll keep it in the back of my mind in case it's useful in the future.

We finally arrived after nearly an hour and a half. But I only knew because I checked the time before putting my phone in my purse. It felt like maybe 20 minutes had passed. He was so easy to talk with.

Austin's Point of View

I parked the car and got out to open Stella's door. I held out my hand and as she grabbed it, she moved one leg out of the car and then the other. My breath hitched.

She isn't wearing any panties. Naughty girl.

I had to try to figure out how to keep my composure for the rest of the night knowing that golden little bit of information. I pulled her around to the other side of the car door so I could close the door and adjust myself a little bit behind the door. Thankfully she was looking out at the beach view and didn't notice my discomfort.

"Ready?" I asked, wishing I didn't have to interrupt the way she was lost in thought, gazing out at the beach. I wondered what she was thinking.

"Ready." She replied, turning her head towards me. She slipped her arm into the curve of mine, holding on delicately as we walked inside.

As we entered, the hostess greeted us. I leaned in to her ear and asked if we could have the most private table she had open that was outside. She blushed a little at my closeness and then nodded. We followed her up the stairs and on to the outdoor terrace. We were the only ones up here. Just the way I liked it.

I pulled Stella's chair out for her and as she sat, I pushed it slightly in. And it was cute, the way she looked up at me afterwards. Like she'd never had a man do that for her before.

I took my seat on the other end of the small table. I smiled, chuckled even, at the view I had. I couldn't imagine sitting across from anything or anyone more beautiful than she was right now. The way the last of the sunlight in the sky made her skin glow. The way the fire of the sun was dancing between her bright green eyes. The way she bit the inside of her lip when she was nervous about something. The way she wasn't wearing any panties underneath the dress I got her for dinner.

"What's your drink of choice?" I asked her. Curious on her answer. A drink of choice said a lot about a person. She took a second to look over the cocktails menu.

"The Phoenix rising drink looks stellar" she said, slightly looking up at me from the menu. "What about you?" She asked me. She was trying to read me too.

A tequila girl. Fantastic.

"I'm a whiskey guy myself. I'm going to get the Black Manhattan." I said, wondering if she had an opinion on whiskey.

"Mmmm. It's been a long time since I've had one of those." She said, seemingly thinking back to the time she tried it. "It was alright." She said to me, direct eye contact and a smirk.

"Mmm. Alright huh?" I replied.

Just then our waitress came by to ask for our drink order. "I'll take a Black Manhattan. And she'll have a Phoenix Rising. Thank you, Anna." I replied to her, reading her name tag so I could address her by name for the rest of night. I smiled and nodded as she walked away.

I looked back at Stella to read her expression since I'd ordered her drink for her. It was a habit of mine. One I quite enjoyed. She had a slight smirk on her face as she was looking over the dinner menu.

"Do you know what you're eating?" She asked me.

A good question. I supposed I'd better look at the menu some instead of at her. I already knew what I'd probably get but figured I'd double check that nothing sounded better.

"The filet mignon probably. You can never go wrong with a well cooked steak." I finally said after checking through the menu. "What are you thinking?"

"The salmon sounds delicious." She said "but so does the pear salad."

She was doing that thing girls do sometimes. Make it seem like they would almost rather eat just a salad instead of a well rounded meal. Or she was nervous of the cost. Salmon it is then. She probably hadn't eaten much all day.

Our waitress came back with our drinks and asked if we were ready to order. "Yes actually. We'll do the filet mignon, cooked medium rare. And the Scottish salmon. Thank you" I smiled again at Anna. She nodded and went to put our orders in.

"Thank you" Stella said. "I wish it were summer. Then it would still be light enough to walk to the beach after this."

"I hope you don't mind. I actually booked us a hotel room with a beach view. Two beds of course. And if you'd like your own room we can do that instead. Just in case we get too tired to drive back tonight. Or if we wanted to check out the view in the morning." I told her. I hoped she wouldn't think it was presumptuous of me. I wasn't expecting or planning anything other than a nice romantic evening of getting to know each other more and spend time together.

I even packed her an over night bag in case she agreed. Sweatpants and a t shirt of mine. Essential toiletries. During my shopping outing yesterday, I saw this little sundress that I thought would look nice on her. I packed that away in the bag I packed for her too.

"That sounds really nice. Beach sunrises happen to be my favorite kind." She smiled. She was also biting the inside of her lip. She was nervous. Hopefully not for long.

As we ate our dinner, we talked, and joked, and laughed. We told each other some favorite childhood memories. Some of our embarrassing stories.

Once we finished, I gave Anna my card. Stella offered to pay. Cute. I wondered how many dates in it would take her to stop offering.

I stood up to offer Stella my hand as she stood from her seat. I checked the time on my watch. 9:15. Dammit. The patisseries were all closed around here.

"I have somewhere very special to take you" I told Stella in a joking, mysterious voice. I knew where I was talking her. And I hoped she would find the simple humor in it.

#austin butler #austin butler fanfiction #austin butler fluff #austin butler smut #austin butler x reader #austin butler elvis #angst with a happy ending

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writemywaytoyourheart · 3 years

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Aim For The Heart | Chapter 1: At First Sight

Pairing: hitman!jk x female reader

Genre: E2L, romance, angst, drama

WC: 4.5k

Warnings for this chapter: alcohol consumption, language, stalking kind of? I think that's all lol. Pls let me know if there is anything else I should put.

tag list; @teresaisla @hopekookies @moonchild1 @barbellastyles98 @ggukkieland @mwitsmejk @yukiehyukie

summary; Jeon Jungkook is an infamous hitman, known for his inability to fail at whatever job is thrown his way. At least, up until now. Y/n, a kind-hearted and full of life teacher, is his newest target. Jeon isn't sure who would put a hit on this seemingly innocent girl, but fortunately, that isn't his problem. All he has to do is pull the trigger.

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A bright smile graces your features as you tuck the little star-shaped peanut butter and jelly sandwiches into a tiny container, just barely getting two of them to fit as you squish them down a tad bit in order to get the lid clipped on.

Then you grab a little tangerine and a cheese stick to drop into your lunch bag along with the sandwiches, counting the number of items aloud to yourself as they make themselves at home and then you zip it all up.

"Th-There we go!" You lift your lunch for the day in triumph.

Your phone startles you when it starts to ring, then you grapple in your purse to find it. You pull it out and answer right before the last ring.

"Hello?"

"Hey, girl! Are you ready to go? I'm downstairs." The voice of your best friend comes through the phone and you look at the clock on your microwave. You stare at the little black screen, confused as to why the time isn't showing up before remembering that you were never able to figure out how to display the clock when you bought the microwave three years ago. So, you hold your phone out to look at the time.

6:32

"Oh geez! I didn't r-realize the time. I'll be d-down in a minute, k?" You say, earning a lighthearted laugh from the girl on the other end.

"Take your time, hun. I'm not in any rush."

You thank her quickly and hang up, then you run to your room to grab your favorite pink cardigan and throw it on over your white shirt. As you're hurrying out and grabbing your lunch, you stumble and knock your knee into an open lower cabinet that you had forgotten to close the previous night after pulling a pan from it to make dinner.

"Ouch!" You hiss in pain and rub the sore spot, although it does nothing to ease the ache. Then you grab your purse and run outside, almost forgetting to lock the door. But you remember just in time and clumsily lock it before rushing down the stairs leading to the parking lot of your apartment complex.

Your best friend, Mina, is laughing. You can see her through the windshield as she waves to you. Lifting a hand to wave back, you don't realize in time that your arms are full. You drop your lunchbox and have to crouch to get it again, only taking up even more of your time.

But Mina finds it hilarious and tells you so as soon as you slide into the car and fumble with your seatbelt to get it buckled.

"Honestly, ___. I can't believe you're still single. If I wasn't straight as a board, I'd be head over heels for you and all your shenanigans." She states in a matter-of-fact tone as she pulls out of the parking spot.

A blush creeps up your neck and you try to laugh it off, "D-Don't be silly." You whisper, turning your gaze outside to look at the fluffy white clouds decorating the sky beautifully. You smile and lean your forehead against the glass as you imagine lying on a soft cloud, just drifting in the air.

"If you c-could go anywhere at all, where would y-you go?" You ask Mina suddenly, turning to her. Her eyes are focused on the road but she bites her lip in thought at your question. "Mm, probably Italy. What about you?" She's used to your sudden questions and ramblings, so she smiles when you start to go off.

"I'd wanna go up in the c-clouds. I wanna sit on one and maybe even see a r-rainbow up close! I wonder if I could slide down the rainbow..." Your brows furrow in deep thought. "Or would I f-fall?" You turn to her again and she glances over to see your signature puppy dog eyes that you use when you are either confused, upset, or want something.

Mina turns back to the road, a tiny ache in her heart that she hides with a bright smile, "Girl, you would ride that rainbow straight down into a pot of gold!"

"Really?" Your eyes widen and you feel your heart lift at the image.

She nods and you giggle happily, "You can come w-with me, Mina." You say confidently, your gaze turning back to the sky. "We can sleep in the clouds and slide down rainbows for the rest of f-forever."

"Sounds like a deal."

By the time Mina pulls up to the school, you've discussed everything you'd do up in the clouds and what you'd eat when you're hungry (stardust, you've decided, is the best meal anyone could eat.)

You unbuckle and gather your things. Then you remember something and turn back to Mina, "Oh yeah. W-When are you leaving on your business trip?" You ask a tinge of sadness in your voice.

"This weekend," Mina says solemnly. "I'm sorry I won't be able to drive you for a while. I'll be gone for a month this time."

That makes your heart sting but you manage a small smile, "D-Don't worry about me. I can walk! I'm gonna m-miss you though."

"I'll miss you too, buttercup. We'll hang out this Friday night before I leave the next day. How about that?" Mina asks kindly.

You nod enthusiastically and she smiles, "Ok, get your butt in there before you're late! The bell rings in half an hour and you can't be late on a Monday." She urges you and you nod, hopping out of the car and thanking her again for the ride, reassuring her that you'll walk home from work today.

You blow her a kiss and she laughs as you turn and hurry into the school.

You're all set up only a few minutes before the kids are supposed to arrive, so you go onto Pinterest and look through your fairytale boards, feeling a little spark of joy in your chest.

A couple of minutes later, the kids start streaming through the door, greeting you with the same amount of enthusiasm as you greet them. Your kiddos love you so much that all the other teachers are jealous and they let you know it every day. Of course, you have the sweetest kindergarteners and they're always the best for you.

"Hello, Teacher! Good morning Miss ___! Teacher, look at my new haircut!"

"Hi, Jina! Hello M-Minhhyuk! Kun, your new haircut l-looks so good!" All the kids have bright smiles on their faces by the time they've settled in their seats.

You always start the day off by getting everyone to stand and do a few stretches, then you sing the nursery rhymes you learned yesterday and start learning a new one. You honestly have as much fun as the kids during the school day.

"Ok, l-little ducklings, have a seat!" You get their attention and they immediately oblige. Next, is the alphabet that you guys have been working on since the beginning of the year. Every little one sings it perfectly all the way through and you give them a round of applause and they each get a little punch in their reward cards.

The rest of the day goes by smoothly, with only one temper tantrum thrown and that was resolved quickly.

It's nearing the end of the school day and the kids are all playing during their free time. You're sitting with Ae-Cha, a small and fairly quiet girl, playing with colorful blocks; the both of you competing to see who can build the highest tower. You've learned that she responds well to playing games when there isn't too much talking involved.

You're constantly glancing around the room to make sure everyone is safe and playing nicely and you're always pleased. They've all improved so much since the beginning of school back in September. It's June now and they've all learned their alphabet and how to play nicely with their new friends, along with so many other things. They've really made you so proud this year. You can even hear them reciting the alphabet and nursery rhymes to each other as they play.

Your heart warms at the sound of tiny voices filling the room as they sing. Then you glance at the clock and realize the bell will be ringing in a few minutes. So, you declare Ae-Cha the winner with her foot-high tower of blocks and she beams proudly. Then, you get up and clap three times, "One, two, th-three! Eyes on me!" You singsong, then smile when the kids immediately respond by clapping twice and shouting "One, two! Eyes on you!"

"G-Great attention today, everyone! Alright, the bell will ring soon. Who can tell me w-what that means? What are we doing n-now?" A few little hands go up and you point to the little boy that raised his first, "Yes, Joon Woo?"

"We...Uhm...time to clean up toys...Uhm..." You smile to encourage him and he finishes cutely, "Time uh, to clean up our toys and pack bags."

"Yes! Thank you, Joon Woo. It is t-time for us to clean up and make sure our bags are packed up and ready for h-home!"

The kids start to pick up their toys as you put on the cleaning song that you play every day for them. You all sing along until the room is all tidied and their bags are packed with their homework papers.

You always give them little mazes to do for homework to get their little brains to learn to concentrate, along with instructions on what to draw to show the class the next day. Today, their homework is an extremely easy maze, a coloring page with the alphabet and instructions to draw themselves doing their favorite activity. The kids always love drawing pictures and sharing them with the class and it's a good ice breaker for the shy ones at the beginning of the day.

You always have less and easier homework for the kids on Mondays and Fridays, it just seems fair to you that way. You also feel like it's good for kids to express themselves and be able to share what they like and dislike. You've found drawing helps with communication and creativity for the kids in your class.

The sound of the bell ringing makes a few of you jump, then you hurry to the door. "Alright, ducklings! T-Time to line up!" A few of the kids make quacking sounds as they line up, giggling and talking to their friends.

You smile and open up the door, holding it as the kids walk out in a straight line, some of them still quacking like little ducks.

You lead the kids to the front of the school and make sure they get into the correct line for the bus if they take it. You wave goodbye to them as the kids that take the bus climb on and they run to a window to wave back to you.

The rest of the kids that are left are soon picked up by their parents or siblings. You wave to Ae-Cha, the last student to be picked up. She smiles shyly and waves back before hurrying after her big sister.

After that, you go back to your classroom and finish a few things before packing up to go home. As you're leaving your classroom, you run into one of the other teachers coming from his own room.

"Oh, h-hello Mr. B-Baek!" You bow, missing the ugly sneer on his face as you smile brightly at him. He pushes his glasses further up his nose as he scrutinizes you with his beady little eyes. "You don't belong here, Miss ___." He snaps.

You look at him in confusion, "I-I'm sorry, I don't understand."

"I've waited the entire school year to say this to you. But now that we are nearing the end, I think you should know that you have no business being a teacher at this school. You ought to make the right decision to discontinue your work here." Mr. Baek watches your face fall with a sick sense of satisfaction.

"B-But, why?" You ask, still not understanding.

"First of all, you're inexperienced. You just got out of college last year, am I right?"

You nod uncertainly.

"You're still a child. Why should a twenty-two-year-old girl come marching in here and take a spot that should have been given to someone with more experience? And especially someone like you." He glares at you before turning on his heel and walking away briskly.

Someone like me? What does he mean by that?

You watch after him, feeling a tiny pinch in your chest. You aren't sure what he means, but whatever he's talking about, it sounds like he believes you shouldn't have become a teacher at all. At this school or another. You'll have to ask Mina later because you really have no idea where his rant came from.

Is there something wrong with you becoming a teacher?

You shake your head and laugh it off, "He's probably just had a bad day." You tell yourself as you make your way out of the school.

As you walk home, you sing quietly along with the song in your headphones, a little skip to your step.

You never notice the dark figure across the street, his eyes trained on your every move.

One day earlier...

Jungkook groans as he tosses and turns in bed, searching for his phone to turn the alarm off. He finally finds it and hits dismiss, tossing the phone back down and rubbing his eyes with a tired yawn.

After another minute he sits up and looks out the window, frowning at the sun seeping in and pooling across his floor in a golden river. He stares at a small bird that lands on his windowsill until it flies away.

Jungkook yawns again and reaches up to rub his eyes for the second time. After a few minutes, he's finally able to drag himself out of bed and into the shower. He almost falls asleep again in there, but he manages to make it out after half an hour.

With a towel wrapped around his waist, he makes his way to the kitchen and grabs a bottle of soju that's sitting on his tiny dining table to take a small swig from, finishing off what he'd left last night after his third bottle right before he passed out in bed.

He sighs and grabs a bagel, searching for the cream cheese he swears he saw in his fridge last night. A small smile appears on his lips when he finds it. He snatches it and makes sloppy work of spreading it on his bagel before tossing the leftover trash onto his counter and plopping onto the couch, snarfing down the first half of his bagel in thirty seconds.

Jungkook sighs through his nose as he tiredly chews his breakfast, then he glances down and sees the file he'd left open on his coffee table last night. He swallows the bite he has in his mouth and leans forward to read over it.

Y/L/N Y/N...

Why is that name so familiar?

He shakes his head and flips the file closed, then he leans back on the couch, wanting to spend his Sunday relaxing before he has to get to work on this case. He isn't going to think about it again until tonight.

Jungkook settles down and lays his head on the back of the couch, closing his eyes and breathing deeply.

He won't think about it.

Jungkook lays there for a minute, then he opens his eyes and lifts his head, glaring at the closed file on the little table.

He grunts in annoyance and drops the other half of his bagel onto the table, grabbing the file angrily and sitting back again. He opens it and starts to reread everything he's read many times since Friday. There's just something that has felt off since he met with Mr. Ling, but he can't put his finger on what it is.

Jungkook squints at the name he's read a thousand times.

Y/L/N...Y/N...

"Ugh." He rolls his eyes, frustrated at not being able to remember where he's heard that name before. Then he looks at the occupation.

Teacher at Sunshine Kindergarten.

His brows furrow again, much like they have each time he's read this. He's never had a hit on a teacher before, let alone a Kindergarten teacher. That's such an odd target...

Most of his targets in the past have been sleazy business owners, rapists, leaders of gangs that have terrorized neighborhoods for years, even other hitmen. He's never had a problem with those jobs, but there's something about this one that's telling him to be careful.

Maybe it's because he knows nothing about his client, except for the large sum of money he must have due to the pay he's been promised. Other clients of his were more than happy to explain why they wanted him to do what he does. They never paid him until after the job was done, either.

That leads Jungkook to believe that this guy (or girl) is desperate for his services, convincing him to do it with payment before and after. Almost as if Jungkook would refuse after he found out who the target was...

Jungkook flips the page and scrutinizes the picture of the target.

She's very simple looking, Jungkook thinks. The girl in the picture is wearing a white flowy skirt with a blue blouse that covers her whole arms and white chunky tennis shoes. Her hair is in a low ponytail and it seems like she has headphones in as she walks down the street. There's a tiny smile on her face as if she's thinking about something that makes her happy.

Jungkook doesn't find her particularly beautiful, but she isn't ugly either. She's just very...

Simple...

Jungkook shakes his head, his eyes going over the photo and the girl's smile one more time. Maybe she's a double agent? Or a part of the mafia disguising herself as a school teacher?

He can't figure it out.

It doesn't matter much though, the job seems simple enough and the pay is more than he's ever gotten. After looking through everything once more, Jungkook closes the file and grabs his bagel, quickly eating it before getting up to get dressed for the day.

That night, Jungkook lays out his outfit for the next day.

It's all black, but not suspicious-looking. After all these years, he's been able to design the perfect outfits to avoid attention being drawn to him and simple enough so that no one would think much of him if he were to catch anyone's attention.

It might seem simple, but he prides himself on being able to get each part of his job perfectly designed for each case he gets.

Heaven knows it's taken him years to accomplish.

After he's gotten that all figured out, he walks over to his closet and pulls out a small safe. Setting it on the bed, he swiftly unlocks it and looks inside. He pulls out a few things, examining each of them before he sets them one by one onto his bed. Once he's got the items all laid out, he steps back to look it all over.

"I should wait to decide..." Jungkook mumbles to himself. After a minute of staring at everything, he nods and gathers it all up, carefully putting it back into the safe and locking it tightly. Then he brings it back to his closet and shoves it into the darkest corner where it lives.

That can wait.

He pulls his phone out and checks the time.

11:45

"Damn it," Jungkook mutters. He had wanted to get some sleep earlier tonight since he would have to be awake early tomorrow.

He changes into some shorts, then he yanks his shirt off and immediately climbs into bed, not even bothering to shower or brush his teeth. He really couldn't care less with how tired he is. And he hasn't even started yet.

His alarm blares at an ungodly hour as Jungkook groans loudly, resisting the temptation to chuck his phone across the room.

"I hate Mondays." He mutters angrily, setting his phone back on the nightstand far from gracefully.

He miserably drags himself out of bed and into the shower, going through his morning motions almost like a robot. His brain isn't fully awake and it's just on autopilot right now.

An hour later, he's just finishing his coffee, his eyes no longer squinting in exhaustion. Jungkook unceremoniously drops his coffee cup into the sink, promising himself he'll clean it up later, then he sighs as he grabs his black boots, walking to the couch to sit and pull them on. After he's done lacing them up, he grabs the file he's been avoiding like the plague since yesterday morning.

He mutters to himself, looking at the name on the page.

"I know that name."

Then he smacks his forehead to get himself to focus again. He stands up and folds the page with the girl's information and then her picture and tucks them into the inside pocket of his black jacket.

Time to get to work.

Jungkook spots the girl almost instantly, the second she steps out of a black car. He glances at the driver, but can only see a person with shoulder length black hair waving. The girl from the picture has a bunch of things in her arms as she blows a kiss to the short-haired driver.

Jungkook has been here since six-thirty in the morning and just as he was beginning to think she called in sick for work, he's finally gotten a chance to see this girl in person. She looks exactly as he remembers from her picture...plain.

She's even wearing the same white skirt and chunky tennis shoes, although this time she has a different top. Her hair is in a high ponytail this time.

"Well, ___. Nice to meet you." Jungkook mutters, watching closely.

After a moment, the black car drives away as the girl scurries into the school, tripping on the last step before straightening herself out again, then disappearing from his sight.

Huh.

Jungkook stares at the door for another minute, then he makes his way to the stores nearby, knowing he's gonna have to wait until the girl leaves. School for the young kids typically gets out at around three-thirty. So, he'll have to be back here around then.

He's definitely going to need to find something to do to kill time.

Jungkook heaves a sigh of relief when he hears the school bell finally ring.

He hurries from the clothes store he was browsing and down the street a block until he's almost across the street from the school. He finds a good spot where he can sift through some newspapers at a little stand and still have an eye on the school.

After a minute, he sees a long line of tiny children coming out from the school. The girl is with them and smiling brightly. Jungkook thinks he can hear some of the kids quacking like ducks. He tries not to look puzzled as he goes back to talking to the person working the paper stand. Jungkook makes small talk with the old man, still keeping an eye on the girl across the street as she waves to each child that leaves.

If she's some mafia boss disguised as a kindergarten teacher, she's one hell of a good actress.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" The old man inquires curiously.

Jungkook laughs softly and shakes his head, "No. I've been so busy with my work I never got the chance to date."

The man nods knowingly. They chat a bit more and Jungkook finds himself trying to balance talking to the man and watching the girl.

"Well, did you want to buy a paper for the day?"

Jungkook turns his gaze back to the old man and nods, "Yes. Two, please. My neighbor would probably enjoy one as well."

The old man laughs and nods, taking the money Jungkook hands him and giving him two papers, "What a kind young man you are. Someday you'll find a lovely young lady, don't you worry, son. You will realize that work is important, but love is even more so."

Jungkook just laughs and thanks the man, then he opens the paper as he slowly starts walking, pretending to read.

He stops at a bench and sits down to wait. The girl went back into the school a few minutes ago, hopefully, she won't be in there long.

Luck seems to be with him today, because, after only about five minutes, Jungkook sees a familiar white skirt flowing as she skips down the steps of the school.

He folds his paper carefully, tucking it into his back pocket. The girl puts little earbuds in and immediately starts to mouth the words of whatever song she's listening to. Jungkook tugs his black baseball cap down a little more as he follows on the other side of the street.

The girl has a bag decorated with cupcakes and cookies that bounces up and down as she dances a little.

What is she, twelve?

Jungkook watches in confusion as the girl stops to pet a dog, giggling when the puppy licks her hand. She straightens up, then after another minute, she seems to get distracted by something else.

Jungkook looks carefully and notices she's picked up a flower that was laying on the ground, seemingly trampled on. She gently holds it in her hands as she continues on her way. It goes on like this for the next fifteen minutes, the girl waving to people and smiling almost the whole way.

By the time she is walking up the steps to her apartment, Jungkook is dying to just get back home. That must have been the longest most annoying walk he's ever taken while tracking someone. The girl had stopped over twenty times, distracted by something else each time, he's sure of it.

Just to be sure, Jungkook lingers around the apartment building a little longer, but when it seems apparent that the girl is going to be staying there, he finally heads home.

Geez, Jungkook thinks in annoyance as he climbs the stairs that lead to his own apartment. His head is spinning with so many questions while he unlocks his door and yanks his boots off with a groan.

But when he plops down onto his bed in his tiny studio apartment, he just stares at the ceiling, his mind suddenly blank apart from one question.

Who in the hell would put a hit on this girl?

a/n: I hope you guys are liking the setup so far, thank you for all the positive reactions from the prologue!

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❣twenty-two: I remember

Bulletproof Heart

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: swearing (I don't think Yn even curses this much now, but she’s trying to be cool)

Min Yoongi is playing alone on the basketball courts the first time Namjoon works up the courage to talk to him. He'd seen the smaller boy around school his first week, and he'd already developed a small crush. The only things he knows about him are his name, that he's a year older and that he's interested in hip-hop. Very few people knew more about Yoongi beyond his reputation as a loner and that he could be a bit of an asshole. But none of that seems to bother Namjoon. When Yoongi's ball ricochets off the backboard, Namjoon takes the chance to come closer, catching the ball and dribbling it a few times on the pavement. Yoongi slips his headphones off in order to speak to the stranger.

"Can I have my ball back?"

"Sure," Namjoon replies after a dazed moment, finding that Yoongi is even cuter than he had previously thought when he sees him up close. He passes the ball back and Yoongi catches it.

"You ball?" Yoongi asks, though he doesn't know why. He never talks to anyone if he can help it.

"Not much."

"Too bad. You're tall as shit. If I were as tall as you I'd devote my whole life to basketball," Yoongi bemoans as he turns to sink a shot.

"I like hip-hop," Namjoon blurts out, hearing the beats coming much too loud from Yoongi's headphones. Yoongi looks at him strangely for a moment.

"Really?"

"Mm yeah. I really like Epik High and Eminem. Who are you listening to?" Namjoon jerks his chin in the other boy's direction.

"You've never heard of this rapper," Yoongi informs him with a smug smile.

"Oh yeah? Who is it?" Namjoon challenges, taking another step closer.

"It's me," Yoongi smirks.

"No shit! Can I listen?"

Yoongi is instantly taken aback by the sincere interest Namjoon shows. "Wait. Really?"

"Hell yeah. I've never met anyone else who raps before," Namjoon tells him.

With slight hesitation, Yoongi removes the headphones from around his neck and passes them to Namjoon.

"You make your own beats and everything?" Namjoon asks before he even slips them on.

"Mhm. I've got some equipment and programs and stuff at my house." He's bragging a little.

"That's sick."

Yoongi fights a smile as he watches this strange boy close his eyes and disappear into a world of Yoongi's making. He envies the boy's physique, tall and broad, even if he's still growing into his limbs a bit. Probably a little uncoordinated, Yoongi thinks, but it's better than being small. He watches Namjoon bob his head along to the beat Yoongi had created and the small changes in his facial expression as he listens to the words. When the song ends he hands the headphones back.

"That was really good. It reminded me…"

"Of what?" Yoongi wonders when he doesn't continue.

"Nothing, just my dad." Namjoon shakes his head as if he can rid himself of the thought that way.

"Oh. He must be an asshole then," Yoongi responds, since the lyrics had been about his own father figures.

"Yeah, you could say that," Namjoon agrees. "He left." He's not sure why he felt like divulging that piece of personal information to a perfect stranger. Maybe it's just because it's still raw, or maybe just because he thinks Yoongi will understand. They both look down to the ground until Yoongi finally lifts his head to speak.

"Hey, fuck 'em, right?"

Namjoon smiles ironically. "Right."

"You said you rap, too?"

"Yeah. Well, kinda. I write. If I knew how to make beats like you, then maybe I'd be getting somewhere." Namjoon's attention is drawn away by the buzzing in his pocket that he's been ignoring for several minutes.

"Maybe you could show me your lyrics some time and I'll show you some stuff, too," Yoongi offers.

"That would be awesome." Namjoon looks at the screen of his phone and groans. "I gotta go pick up my sister. But I'll find you tomorrow!"

"Sure," Yoongi says as Namjoon is already backing away. "Hey, wait. What's your name?"

"Namjoon!"

"Hey, Namjoon. You're better off without him," Yoongi calls back as the tall boy gets further and further away.

A week passes before Yoongi invites Namjoon and Hoseok over to his house after school. Namjoon introduced his childhood best friend to his new friend the very next day, and they've been eating lunch together every day since. Namjoon had explained to Yoongi that he would have to bring his sister along, to which the older boy had just shrugged. Y/n is hanging on to Hoseok's arm when they are brought into Yoongi's house for the first time.

It's big inside, bigger than their own home and they live comfortably. Everything inside is new and of the highest quality, including the computers and monitors and sound equipment Yoongi has in his room. Y/n finds herself in front of his piano and impulsively strikes a few keys.

"Don't touch that," Yoongi barks at her and she immediately withdraws the hand as if the instrument has burned her. Hoseok reaches out for her other hand and pulls her close in front of him where he can wrap his arms around her shoulders and rest his head on hers, as if to protect her while Yoongi explains what all the very expensive items in his room do.

"So anyway, I thought of a beat for that one song you showed me, if you want to check it out," Yoongi concludes after his long winded explanation that Y/n had stopped listening to in favor of messing with Hoseok's hair.

Three months later Y/n is sitting in front of Yoongi's piano, waiting for him to come out of the bathroom so they can listen to a song they finished the day before.

"Hey, I thought I told you not to touch that," Yoongi chides her as he comes out.

"You're just salty because I play better than you."

"Do not, you brat."

"Dick." Y/n's hands cease playing and she turns to share an amused smile with him, as if it's some kind of inside joke. "Let's listen!" She urges, moving to sit beside Hobi on Yoongi's bed.

"Are you gonna put it on SoundCloud?" Y/n asks after they listen to the song featuring all three boys.

"We've been over this, Y/n. We aren't SoundCloud rappers," Namjoon replies in a way so typical of him that she and Hobi both mouth the words with mocking expressions to each other.

"Oh, right. I forgot. You want to be bedroom rappers and never have anyone listen to your stuff."

Yoongi scoffs without looking away from his screen.

"I think she's right, guys. I mean this is fun and all, but what's it for if no one ever hears us," Hoseok argues.

"You think people would actually listen to us?" Namjoon asks, looking doubtfully at his little sister.

"Look, I know you're scared but-"

"We aren't scared," Yoongi interrupts.

"BuUut, I definitely think people would listen. And then you could get a following and then you could enter one of those underground rap battles they have at The Den!" Y/n looks around at the three boys with her, only to find her enthusiasm met with hesitancy.

"How do you even know about rap battles at The Den? You're like eight." Yoongi taunts.

"Fuck you, I'm thirteen. And I can fucking read, unlike some people. I saw a flyer outside the Jungs's restaurant."

"Damn, who taught you to curse like that?" Namjoon can't help but laugh.

"You, duh." She looks to Yoongi, knowing that the other boys will follow whatever he decides. "What do you think?"

Yoongi looks for a moment at the small girl, still wearing her school uniform and pigtails, and sighs. "We'll need a name."

"What about 'The Boy Scouts'?" Hoseok jokes.

"What about 'D-Town Boyz'?" Yoongi offers, not wanting to admit that he's thought about it before.

"That's fuckin stupid. Keep thinking," Y/n tells him, earning a scowl.

"Alright forget the group name for now. What about our individual stage names?" Namjoon asks.

"I'll stick with J-Hope." Hoseok smiles at Y/n because he loves it when she calls him "my hope" instead.

"I think you should be 'Rap Monster'," Yoongi tells Namjoon.

"Me?"

"Yeah! You're the best at writing raps out of the three of us. I think it fits!" Yoongi encourages. Namjoon can feel the blood rushing to his face, making him blush.

"Mm, okay. And you?"

"I'll be 'Gloss'."

A/n: the app I use for the Instagram posts didn't give me a way to show that these were from different points from 2 years ago to 6 months ago.

Taglist is still open!! [ask or comment to be added]: @burningupp-replies @halesandy @jikooksgirl19 @lilacdreams-00 @loveyoongles @yoongiofmine @thequeen-kat @renhold-nightspear @xxlovingfandomsxx @disregard-thefootsteps @taeshuworld @abc-abc1234-a @becomingbts @xianav @kim-jias-den @deleteidentity @r4yih @somelazysundays @hobizi @secretlycrazyhummingbird @lyra0cassiopeia @ventusnonexpectat

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darknerdrises · 3 years

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Actually, I love you (Pt. 1)

Your typical cheesy hate-to-love romance, and make it Jikook (because I love them starring in this trope).

For many years, just the sight of Jimin was enough to cause flames of irritation to ignite in Jungkook’s chest. He hated Jimin, and he always would... So why are his eyes welling with tears when Jimin graduates High School, leaving Jungkook in peace at last?

Jungkook remembers the day he'd first met Jimin clearly. His mother had taken him along to visit an old friend of hers when they moved to their area. She'd told him there’d be a boy for him to play with, and he'd been excited and curious.

"Hi, I'm Jungkook."

An unbelievably cute boy had stepped out when they arrived and Jungkook was quick to greet him.

The chubby boy looked him up and down, then asked, "How old are you?"

Jungkook proudly held his hands out to show six on his fingers.

"Then I'm older than you, so you should respect me. My name's Jimin, and I'll let you call me Hyung."

Jungkook frowned, "How old are you?"

"I'm eight. That's two whole years older," Jimin said, as if Jungkook couldn't count for himself. "You have to speak formally to me from now on."

Something about this boy's attitude made irritation burn within Jungkook's chest. He'd thought he would make a friend today and they could become best friends since his Mom seemed to be close with this boy's Mom... But Jimin obviously looked down on him.

"Okay," he replied to Jimin, just to be nice and polite like his mother had taught him to be. But the irritation in him didn't go away.

***** ***** ***** ***** *****

Today was no exception. Jungkook was in his 10th grade of school and the sight of Jimin still caused flames to ignite in his chest.

He eyed Jimin as he walked out of the Cafeteria with his best friend Taehyung. Jungkook actually thought Taehyung was a pretty cool guy.

He'd met Taehyung the in Art classroom after school one day and they got along well. Imagine his surprise when Park Jimin showed up to come to fetch "Taehyungie~" and take him for coffee. Of course, after that, Jungkook avoided Taehyung because Jimin was practically glued to his side.

"I hate that I have to see him almost every damned day," Jungkook huffed in complaint to his friends.

"Mm," said Yugyeom. Dongmin, Jaehyun and Mingyu didn't even look up from their lunch.

"Are any of you even listening to me?"

Mingyu sighed. "Jungkook, if you hate Jimin so much then just stop paying attention to him. He only talks to you because you're easily provoked."

"No, I'm not!"

"..."

"...Okaay, point taken." Jungkook rolled his eyes. "But anyway, even if I ignore him nothing changes. He's still in my face all the time."

Dongmin shrugged, "I don't know what to say, Jungkook."

"Yeah, you've been complaining for years. There's nothing we can do at this point," said Yugyeom.

"True," Jaehyun added, "Yugyeom's known you for way longer than us so if anyone can offer solid advice it's him... and even he's given up on this topic."

Jungkook sighed, "Yeah, okay. Let's just eat in peace without talking about him."

Yugyeom snickered, "We'll see how long that lasts."

The traitors laughed together.

Jungkook threw them all a dirty look and pointedly kept his lips sealed for the rest of the lunch break.

***** ***** *****

Jungkook smelled Jimin before he saw him, easily recognising the baby-like scent that plagued his days. And he sighed in advance.

"Hey, Cutie~" Jimin called out in his sickeningly sweet voice as he approached Jungkook in the changing room.

Jungkook looked up, annoyed, "I told you to stop calling me that."

Jimin just smiled. "Good luck today."

They were both taking part in an upcoming dance stage, and today would be the first dress rehearsal.

Jungkook scoffed, "It's just a practice stage, no need for that." Jimin had to be mocking him. After all, Jungkook was just an extra for this production. He figured Jimin was fishing for praise from him for getting the main solo. Jungkook would not give him the satisfaction.

The older boy didn't respond but he continued to stand in Jungkook's space.

"Do you mind?" Jungkook spoke coldly. "I'm getting dressed."

"Ahh, yeah. Sorry. I just wanted to see you before rehearsals."

Jungkook didn't bother to respond before Jimin walked away to get changed as well.

*****

As much as he despised Jimin, Jungkook could not take his eyes off him when he danced.

Standing in the wing, waiting for the cue for his part, Jungkook was entranced as Jimin flowed through his contemporary solo.

Jimin was particularly stunning in the shimmering, skin-tight leotard he wore. The stage lights lit him up like they had been made solely for this purpose - for this boy who moved like water.

Jungkook danced his part on autopilot when his turn came, unable to get over his amazement at Jimin's performance.

*****

After the rehearsal and briefing by their dance instructor, Jimin was swarmed with people praising him.

Jungkook had to stop himself from joining them. There was something so magnetic about Jimin at that moment.

He watched from afar as Jimin beamed and thanked everyone. He was glowing, almost as if the stage lights were still on him. Jungkook smiled, and his heart stopped when Jimin suddenly made eye contact.

Pulling himself together, Jungkook rushed out of there to go change and leave. He missed Jimin waving at him and the fleeting look of sadness that followed Jungkook's swift departure.

***** ***** *****

Jimin groaned like the world was coming to an end and Taehyung looked at him with worry.

"What's wrong? Nervous about finals?"

"No, it's not that..."

"Yeah?"

Jimin put down the textbook he'd been trying and failing to summarise a chapter of for a while now. He was too distracted. "I don't know what to do. Whenever I try to talk to Jungkook he just brushes me off. He's been giving me the cold shoulder more lately."

"Ahh..." Taehyung set his book down too. "Jimin... you should tell him how you feel. This year is almost over and once we start Uni you won't see him as much anymore."

Jimin groaned. "How can I? He hates me, Tae."

"He doesn't necessarily hate you, he just doesn't-"

Jimin raised an eyebrow with the utmost scepticism.

"Okay, maybe he does hate you," Taehyung conceded, "But it's in the way a child hates, you know? It's not that serious. Not yet, at least. I think you have a chance."

"That doesn't make it better." Jimin pouted dejectedly. "I don't have a chance if I can't even talk to him."

"You two have a lot of alone time though, right? When your Mom visits his?"

"That was more when we were younger, but Jungkook is sixteen now. He's allowed to go out, and he always does when I come over these days."

"Dance classes?"

"He avoids me there too."

"Umm... the school in general?"

"I approach him but he doesn't like it." Jimin sighed, "At least he responds but I just seem to make him mad."

Taehyung nodded slowly. "Jimin?"

"Yeah?"

"Let's go get ice-cream."

"Pff-" Jimin smiled. "Okay, you're paying today."

***** ***** *****

Jungkook scratched the back of his neck shyly, "Ahh - um - okay..." He accepted the jar of chocolate hearts Kwon Eunbi was offering him.

She beamed at him, clearly overjoyed that he was accepting her confession.

"Let's give it a try, Noona," Jungkook said softly, feeling a blush forming on his cheeks.

"Okay," Eunbi said with a cute smile, "See you at lunch?"

"Yeah, see you..."

Jungkook watched Eunbi as she walked to her class. He chuckled, "A confession first thing in the morning?" He'd be lying if he said he didn't like Eunbi, it's just that he hadn't exactly thought of her like that before. She was his Senior, and she'd treated him kindly the few times they'd spoken... So it made sense for him to get to know her and give her a chance. Jungkook blushed hard; he had a girlfriend!

***** ***** *****

Taehyung was the one to tell Jimin that Jungkook had gotten a girlfriend, and he did it gently. But that didn't stop the pain Jimin felt, his heart aching.

"Come here," Taehyung said softly, holding out his arms into which Jimin crumpled.

Jimin sobbed until he felt exhausted. And Taehyung stroked his back through it.

After that, they spent the day watching series, eating popcorn and drowning out the world.

***** ***** *****

Jungkook was in a particularly good mood lately, so when he saw Jimin slip and fall hard during dance he didn't think twice before rushing to him.

He squatted beside Jimin, touching his shoulder. "You okay?"

Jimin was hunched over, his face hidden from view. He didn't respond.

"Hey," Jungkook got closer, trying to see Jimin's face.

Jimin shoved Jungkook's arm away as if he'd been burned, shouted, "Don't touch me!" and seethed "I'm fine" as he got up swiftly and stormed off.

Jungkook stared after him, dumbfounded.

***** ***** *****

Jungkook kicked a stone out of his path, a deep frown etched on his face. Yugyeom, with whom he was taking a walk, shot him a look.

"What’s wrong?"

"I’m annoyed."

"...Jimin again?"

Jungkook huffed, "I swear, this time he was really rude."

"Yeah?"

"He slipped and fell while we were in dance class. I thought he might be hurt so I went over to help him, see if he was okay... Hah!" Jungkook kicked another stone with force. "That bastard got all snappy and he shouted and literally pushed me away. He acted like it was my fault he fell."

Yugyeom nodded, taking his time before he spoke. "Have you ever considered that you might be... you know..." Yugyeom gestured vaguely with his hands.

"Might be what?"

"You know... You might be into him."

Jungkook's face morphed into one of horror. "WHAT?"

"Listen, all the signs are there. I'm just speaking as an observer."

"You know I have a girlfriend, right?", Jungkook’s eyes were wide with disbelief at his friend’s suggestion.

Yugyeom sighed, "Jungkook, just think about it, okay? Only you can know for sure. But as your friend, I don't want you to lie to yourself and maybe miss out on something."

Jungkook frowned, silent for a while before he shrugged, "Okay, but where do I start? How must I know if I'm into him or not?"

Yugyeom giggled, "You really are clueless."

Jungkook punched him in the arm.

"Okay, okay," Yugyeom laughed, "I heard somewhere that if you can imagine kissing your friend and you're into the idea, you might be into them."

Jungkook scrunched up his face. "Jimin and I aren't friends."

Yugyeom ran a hand through his hair and sighed heavily, exhausted, "Bro, that's not the point. Please... just imagine what it'd be like to be with him in a relationship kind of way. And see how you feel about that."

Jungkook narrowed his eyes at Yugyeom, "I can't believe we're having this conversation right now..." He slipped his hands into his pockets, "But I'll consider your advice."

Yugyeom smiled, happy with that.

"Only because it’s you who asked me, okay?"

"Okay."

***** ***** *****

Jungkook sat together with Eunbi on a bench at school. They were alone, with most students having gone to celebrate the end of exams.

“Jungkook... ” Eunbi trailed off, looking away from him.

“Yes, Noona?”

“I think... Well, I want to break up.”

Jungkook’s stomach dropped, “Huh? Why so suddenly?”

“Actually, Jungkook...” Eunbi faced him again, “I didn’t want to disrupt our exams with a breakup, but I’ve felt this way for a while.”

“...Why?”

“Don’t get me wrong, I think you’re great. It’s just...” Eunbi sighed and took Jungkook’s hands into hers gently. “You’re not into me,” she told him with a sad little smile.

“But... Noona, I do like you.”

“I know, and dating you is really nice. But Jungkook, your heart is not in it. You don’t like me like you’d like a Lover and I don’t think you ever will.”

Jungkook didn’t know what to say to that. He and Eunbi hadn’t physically gone out many times because most of their relationship had been during the exams, and she was writing her High School finals so he didn’t want to bother her. But he knew, deep down, that she had a point. Jungkook didn’t have any romantic experience before this one, but he knew enough to know that he should feel something more - the truth was that he liked Eunbi as a friend.

Jungkook sighed, “I’m sorry...” he said sincerely.

Eunbi smiled, tearing up, “Hey, don’t make this any sadder than it is.”

Jungkook laughed, tearing up too, “I’m sorry, Noona.”

She dabbed at her eyes, “We can stay friends if you want. But... you’ll have to give me some time to get over you properly.”

“I understand,” Jungkook said, blinking his tears back.

Eunbi leaned in and pecked him on the cheek. “Thank you, Jungkook. Goodbye, for now.”

***** ***** *****

Graduation was a grand affair, and all students present had to be on their best behaviour to uphold the school’s image. Parents and a few media were in attendance.

Jungkook got a fright when someone grabbed his shoulder. He was having a look at the eats table and deep in thought about whether to take the chicken wings or the spring rolls.

He turned around with a start, relaxing when he saw Jimin’s mother.

"Jungkook! Sorry to startle you," she greeted, smiling.

"Hello. It's fine." Jungkook smiled back. "The graduating class is doing their last rehearsal. You'll get to see Jimin after the ceremony."

Jimin's mom sighed, "Time flies, doesn't it? I still think of Jimin as my little boy, but he's growing up."

"Yeah," Jungkook nodded. He could relate to thinking of Jimin as that kid he'd met years ago. Jimin was still so cute, and he was shorter than him.

"I don't know how I'm going to cope, I'm so used to having him around."

Jungkook frowned, "What do you..."

"Ahh, sorry, I thought you knew," she said gently. "Jimin is going away for University."

Jungkook’s chest felt tight. "Ohh..."

Jimin's mom reached out and patted his arm. "I should go now. Keep well, Jungkook."

*****

Jimin was quite far down on the roll for graduation. That was fortunate because as soon as Jungkook saw him walk across the stage, a lump formed in his throat and he started tearing up. From then on, he was fighting back tears.

Jungkook realised he couldn't make it to the end of the ceremony without crying, so he got up - trying his best not to disturb anyone - and rushed to the bathroom.

It was empty, thank goodness. Jungkook went into the nearest stall and let himself cry. Stupid Jimin.

Jungkook hated Jimin. That was a fact. So why was his chest aching like this? Why was he so sad about Jimin leaving? These questions only served to fog up his head and make him cry more.

It wasn't too long before Jungkook heard someone come in, and he immediately silenced himself. That person had apparently come just to wash their hands because a tap went on immediately.

Not wanting to remain in the stall pitifully, Jungkook quietly took calming breaths, wiped his face and set his uniform right. Then he opened the door and strode out casually as he could. He made his way to the sinks but froze in his tracks when his eyes met Jimin's in the mirror.

The sight of Jimin - or his reflection, really - set Jungkook off again. His composure crumbled and tears welled up in his eyes again.

Jimin stood still, staring at Jungkook in shock.

"Hyung," Jungkook called out in a strangled voice, the vision of Jimin blurry through his tears.

Jimin opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, maybe ask something. But he must have decided against it, choosing instead to step forward wordlessly and wrap his arms around Jungkook, hugging him.

Slowly lifting his own arms, Jungkook hugged Jimin back tightly. He nuzzled into Jimin’s shoulder and inhaled his baby-scent, squeezing his eyes shut. And just like that, Jungkook finally calmed down.

When Jimin pulled away and stepped back, Jungkook didn't want to let him go. But he did.

"You should - uh - freshen up. Wash your face, maybe," Jimin said awkwardly.

"Mm," Jungkook nodded, suddenly feeling exposed and shy.

Jimin seemed to sense his discomfort. "Okay then, I'll leave you to it," he said, walking away.

*****

Jungkook didn't get the chance to see Jimin again before he left for University. And he regretted not hugging him for longer that day.

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End of Part 1

Part 2

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the-mad-starker · 4 years

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Starkercest: The Stuff of Dreams

This smutty piece was inspired by @toybandaids and the use of sleeping pills in Only Me (Link here! 😏) and encouraged by my friend Keyz 😊 Tried to get this in for Father's Day but it ended up longer than expected (what else is new 😅😅) then of course, procrastinated some more by making a moodboard!

One more fic until I start on my Starker Festival bingo!

Summary: Omega Peter watches over his father's dreams and makes sure they're sweet, pleasant dreams.

Notes: Incest, A/B/O, Intersex omegas, noncon/dubcon, drug induced somnophilia, tiny bit of bulge kink, size kink, breeding, vaginal sex

WC: 3617

(AO3 Link)

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Peter worries about his dad constantly.

People like to brush it off by saying it's an omega thing which– ugh, he doesn't even want to get into that. It's not an omega thing, it's a Peter thing because… because his dad is Tony Stark, okay?

His dad is amazing, a perfect alpha. He's a literal genius, a trait Peter inherits from his father. But more than that, his dad has such a big heart. For others, it's difficult to see under all that sass and sharp tongue of his but when he's with Peter, it's all warmth and smiles. Peter gets the sass too, but he gets everything else that his dad is too guarded to show anyone else.

He loves that about his father.

Tony's also the perfect alpha, even without his gig as Iron man or a billionaire.

And Peter worries, okay? Because all this superhero stuff takes such a heavy toll on his alpha, especially since Peter somehow gets roped into it too. But they both know that Peter wouldn't give up being Spider-man for anything. Not when it means he can be by his dad's side. Protect him. Keep him safe.

An omega protecting an alpha? Not as uncommon as people like to think. Especially when it comes to Peter. His dad is the most important person to him, of course, he'd protect him.

It's another hard night when they return home.

His dad has Friday scan him from the top of his head down to the tips of his toes. Any minor bruising or injuries Peter sustains during battles are wiped clean by the time they get home though. Even with Friday confirming that, Tony still looks him over.

"You sure you didn't get hurt?"

"I'm sure, dad."

"How about your shoulder? I saw you take that hit–"

"Dad– I said I'm okay…!"

The alpha breathes out a sigh that sounds like it comes from his very core. His hands on Peter's shoulders loosen as the tension eases out of him.

"Okay. Okay," he says, shoulders slumping, "Sorry, kiddo. I know– I know you can take care of yourself. I just worry, okay?"

If Peter was like any other teen, Tony's constant concern could possibly rub him the wrong way. Instead, the young omega soaks it all up, just melting in his dad's arms. His own come up to hug his alpha father and he's just tall enough now that he can bury his nose against his father's scent gland.

He breathes in the familiar scent of home and a soft, quiet sort of purr rumbles in his chest. His father answers it with one of his own, deep and reassuring. The sound is a private little thing between them, an intimate affair for just them alone.

"I worry, too, dad," Peter admits. Then, because he knows his dad is feeling a bit vulnerable, he asks, "Is it… Is it okay if I sleep with you tonight? Please, dad?"

He can feel his dad's huff of laughter and the warm puff of breath against his ear. He has to force his body to keep from trembling.

"Was there really any point in giving you your own floor if you're just gonna sleep with your old man all the time?" Tony's words are a soft tease but he doesn't say no. Peter knows he won't, either. He never does.

"It keeps me from cluttering the penthouse?" Peter says innocently, a light quip to his dad's rhetorical question.

"Yeah," Tony steps back and shakes his head with a fond smile. "Okay, kiddo, guess we're having a sleepover, just you and me."

It's always just them. And that's how Peter wants it to remain.

They do their routines, brush their teeth side by side. Tony strips down to just his boxers and Peter wears short shorts and an undershirt.

His dad's body is littered with faded scars, marks from their work as superheroes. Sturdy strong shoulders and a trim waist, thanks to Peter's insistence that they try to be healthy. His dad has enough health problems as it is.

In contrast, Peter is all lithe muscles and slender lines thanks to omegan biology and then the bite.

Nothing unusual happens. It never does during this part…

But then they settle down and Peter curls up against his father's side, cuddling close and throwing a leg over his dad's.

"Little octopus," his daddy teases, "Thought you were bit by a spider."

Peter only clings even tighter when his father reaches for the bedside drawer. Even with his face half buried against his dad's shoulder, his ears pick up the soft rattle of pills.

"Dr. Banner still okaying those?" Peter asks curiously.

"Yeah, insomnia's a bitch and these have worked real good so–" Tony pops two pills and swallows it dry. "I just want a good night's sleep with my favorite son."

"I'm your only son," Peter points out, right on cue.

"Mhmm…" Tony settles down, pulling the sheets up and making sure they're both covered. "Favorite son…"

Peter pretends to drift off, eyes closed, but his mind is far too active to fall asleep. He feels the way Tony's breathing deepens; the pill taking effect fast.

While his dad is lulled into sleep, his heart thumping away at a steady, reassuring pace, Peter's is quickening.

He's about to do something unforgivable, but it wouldn't be the first time.

Fifteen minutes go by.

"Dad…?" Peter murmurs softly.

"Mm…?" Tony barely responds. It's more instinct, his father recognizing Peter's voice calling for him.

"Love you," he answers quietly and gets no response besides a soft hum.

Peter waits some more, though his little cocklet is starting to get hard. He doesn't dare rub against his dad–yet.

Another half an hour passes.

"Daddy…?" Peter murmurs.

This time, there's no response. He lightly taps his finger against the arc reactor and still, there's no response.

His dad is deep asleep, helped along by those innocent little pills that'll keep him under while Peter has his fun.

With his heart thumping, Peter carefully sits up. The sheet slips from his shoulder with a soft hiss, but he barely notices. He's gotten so excited, so wet, just laying there, thinking about what's to come. His tiny little shorts are soaked in no time.

He gently tugs the sheet away from his father's sleeping body and he does it so slowly, breath held, as though revealing a grand prize. He's seen his dad's body so often, naked or clothed, but each time he sees it like this, it's like the first time all over.

The thrill of excitement floods his system, and he takes a moment to drink it all in.

His alpha… Tony…

When Peter can't contain himself, he crawls between his father's legs and gently palms Tony's soft cock. He starts off with gentle, curious strokes and feels it respond by lengthening right under his hand.

He settles on his stomach, presses his face between the alpha's inner thigh and the now noticeable erection his dad is sporting. He breathes in the scent, mouthing at the fabric and hands greedy as he tugs Tony's boxers down.

"Ah…" Peter can't help but moan when Tony's cock is revealed.

His father isn't even fully erect but already, the size and girth of his cock makes Peter's mouth water. His eyes dart up to Tony's sleeping face as he nuzzles his cheek against his dad's alpha cock.

"Missed this…" the omega murmurs as he leads the tip to his mouth. "I know you missed it too, dad… Haven't been able to help you this week and you got so grumpy in the last meeting…"

He starts to lightly suck on the tip, thin, pink lips covering the fat mushroom shaped head. He licks away the precum right from the slit before it even manages to drip.

"I'll make it better, daddy…" he promises.

Above him, Tony's lips part open and a soft sigh can be heard. His cock twitches in Peter's hand, responding eagerly to the familiar touch. He's having a good dream, pleasure and warmth wrapped in one, as he's being serviced.

Peter takes in more. He loves sucking Tony's cock and loves it best like this. Loves feeling his father's soft cock grow in his mouth. It fits nicely in his mouth like this but not for long. He sucks and licks hungrily and Tony's cock thickens and swells right in his mouth.

It's an experience unlike any other… Feeling his efforts being rewarded in the form of a thick, rock hard alpha cock.

He's managed to get his father to come down his throat multiple times. He's only been able to take his knot once. It's tempting to try it again tonight but his pussy feels so empty… His back hole too…

Once his mind considers going all the way, he has a hard time deciding which hole he wants to use to get his father off.

His dad seems to like his pussy the best. He's not sure if Tony realizes just what hole he's fucking, but it's like the alpha's instincts kick in and the need to breed takes over.

Peter likes it best there, too, but he's still stuck in indecision. So he decides he'll figure it out in the moment. He just knows that tonight, he's getting a creampie, either way.

He continues sucking Tony off, licking and slurping to his heart's content. The alpha's cock stretches his lips wide, fills his mouth past the point of comfort.

Peter has learned how to breathe with such a sizable obstruction in the way. His eyes threaten to roll to the back of his head when the length tickles the back of his throat.

He pulls off with a wet gasp, saliva leaving the length all wet and gleaming. Thin strands of spit connect the tip to his mouth and he leans back down to lavish even more attention on it.

"Mm… There you go, dad," Peter moans softly, "Got you all nice and ready. Aren't I such a good son…?"

He gives the alpha cock one last stroke, squeezing just how he knows his father likes. Once that nice warm hole is gone from his cock, his dad's expression becomes troubled. Brows twitch and scrunch up, a line forming between them.

Peter gets up on his knees and presses his father's cock against his own smaller stiff length.

"Ah… daddy…" Peter sighs with a roll of his hips. His eyes fixate on Tony's face and the upset turn of his mouth.

He leans down, purposely rubbing the alpha's cock even more.

"I'll make it better," he promises with a kiss to the corner of Tony's mouth. "Make it better for both of us…"

He lifts up just enough to position his father's cock against his pussy. Just that might touch is enough to make him tremble as the tip slips through his plump lips.

He's leaking so much slick already… The wet sounds are more than enough to turn the tips of his ears red. It sounds so dirty and the act itself is even more so.

"I need it…" Peter admits, eyes slipping shut as he savors the anticipation. "Need this so bad, dad…"

This entire time he's been telling himself how much he helps his father by doing this. He says he takes all of his alpha's frustration, leaves him feeling spent and relaxed and how it's good for Tony… A little stress relief.

But the truth is… Peter is a selfish brat. His daddy is his and the only omega in Tony's life is Peter.

The tip is drenched in his slick and the alpha's own precum. And even though his pussy aches at the thought, he pulls back and drags his father's cockhead to the tight little back hole that's just as hungry to be filled.

When he presses the tip there, Peter's just so tempted to sink down… He wants to feel his daddy's cock breach him there and he wants to groan around the stretch, feeling so full that he can barely breathe.

He considers it, God, he considers it… But with an impatient hiss, his hips angle back so that Tony's cock presses against his pussy again.

He sinks down without another thought or at least he tries.

"Ah…" Peter moans as he's being stretched apart.

He can feel everything… The wide glans pushing its way inside him… the prominent veins all along the length of his daddy's cock… Warm, rock hard flesh… Bare inside him. No condom, because fuck, they're family… Father and son. This is all he ever wants… Just his daddy filling him up so good…

His thighs tremble as he tries to control just how much he takes. There's a dark thought in the back of his head to just slam down and feel the way his daddy stretches him so obscenely.

The omega whimpers and looks down at his father through the slits of his eyelids.

"Daddy…" Peter moans shamelessly as he rocks up and down, trying to inch more and more inside him "Daddy… Ah… Daddy…"

Just halfway and he can't take any more. No, he has to work himself open on his daddy's cock just to be able to take him fully. He leans forward and groans when a few inches slip out. He feels it so keenly, the way his walls cling to his father's cock.

He sinks back down with labored panting, eyes threatening to roll to the back of his head. Tony's cock takes up every space inside him, every crevice…

The angle is perfect, Peter makes sure it is. He's done this often enough that he knows just how to ride his daddy and get his cock to brush against that sweet spot inside him.

"Dad…" His voice wobbled and he swallows the lump in his throat. "It feels so good… so good, daddy…"

Peter reaches for his father's limp hands and intertwines their fingers. Their bodies are joined, connected, but holding Tony's hands, palm to palm, brings a whole other element of intimacy to the act.

His hips roll fluidly as he falls into a familiar rhythm, inching more and more of his father's cock inside his sopping wet pussy. He feels it the moment Tony's cockhead bumps against the entrance to his womb. He sucks in a sharp breath, lashes fluttering at the sensation.

He glances down the flat planes of his body and his breath hitches. He leads one hand to his belly where a subtle but noticeable bulge interrupts the natural shape of his body. He presses his father's hand against it, knowing his daddy's cock is right there.

"Daddy's cock…" Peter moans softly, "Feel you so deep inside me, daddy… and it's still– still, mm, not enough…"

It only makes him even more desperate to get it all inside. The bed starts to squeak, the headboard tapping against the wall as Peter's pleasured moans fill the air.

He drags his father's hands, so warm and broad, to his hips. Presses Tony's fingers down and imagines his father guiding him as he fucks into his own son.

Pleasure grows inside him, warmth coiling tight in his belly.

"Dad…"

Peter's moans are unrestrained and louder now that he's caught up in the pleasure.

His eyes slip shut. He doesn't notice how his father's hands tighten around his waist nor does he notice Tony's eyes struggle to open.

He only notices when his father's hips push up violently, sinking that last stubborn inch inside of him.

"Ah!" Shock colors the yelp along with delight. His eyes fly open, terrified that somehow he's woken his father up.

Heat blooms from his cheeks and spreads all the way down. It leaves his chest flushed with mortification, his pink nipples peaked with excitement.

His father is staring right at him.

"Dad!"

Peter cries out when Tony's hands turn harsh and drag him down so they're pressed chest to chest. His cock rubs against his father's belly and he's helpless– He can't help squirming and moaning even though he's been caught. Can't help rubbing his hard omega cock against his father's abs.

"Pete–!" His dad groans, arms snaking around his back. "Fuck! Fuck…!"

His daddy is… His daddy is fucking him! Instead of throwing Peter off, his father's strong arms hold him in place as he fucks in deep, hips thrusting up almost desperately.

"Dadd…!" Peter gasps. He turns his head, nuzzling against Tony's beard and searching for his lips. He feels like he'd die if he didn't kiss him right that second.

"Oh, fuck, baby…" his dad groans breathlessly. "Fuck… Don't wanna wake up… God, your pussy… My baby's pussy feels so good…"

"Oh…!" Peter desperately pushes against his dad's arms so he can look into his eyes. What he sees is both terrible and great.

His father is looking back at him, wonder and lust– Lust!– so clear in his eyes. The expression, one Peter has never imagined being directed at him, sends a thrill down his spine.

The terrible truth is that his dad thinks he's dreaming. But he thinks he's dreaming of fucking his own son…

"Don't wake up, dad," Peter breathes and Tony groans. He buys into it as Peter lets him fuck his pussy, encourages him with seductive rolls of his hips. "Want your cum… Want it so bad… Will you give it to me, daddy? Are you gonna blow inside my pussy…?"

His father moans, eyes refusing to close. He keeps looking straight at Peter with bleary, hazy eyes.

"Gonna– Mm, gonna fill my baby up…" Tony mumbles almost incoherently but Peter's so close that he catches every word. Excitement spikes inside him and he meets his father's thrusts with his own, desperate to feel him come.

"Do it, dad… Come inside," Peter says, eyes wide and pleading. "Do it, do it… Fill me up, daddy… Want… want your pups inside me…!"

A part of him thinks he's gone too far. A part of him thinks those words will shock his father into truly waking.

But perhaps he doesn't know his father as well as he thinks. Those forbidden words only spurn Tony into fucking him harder.

The alpha growls at the encouragement, hips slapping against his ass.

"Oh…! Oh!" Peter squeals when he feels it.

His daddy's knot…

It's not the first time he's gotten Tony to knot him but this will be the first that he's being knotted instead of just taking it.

It's different, vastly different with his father actually doing the deed. It adds a whole other element that was previously missing… His father's desperate groans and the way he clutches Peter tight as he ruts and ruts… Trying to get his knot to pop so that he can lock himself in.

The knot slips in and out, still too small but not for long. Peter clenches down on it, crying out with every failed attempt to keep it inside. It leaves him feeling too wide open, bereft, even though his father's cock is still stuffing him full.

Tony, too, is growling in his ear, puffs of warm breath ghosting over sensitive skin as he works desperately to tie them together. His cock touches every part of Peter deep inside… So deep…

All the while, his father's calling out his name.

"Peter… Mm, Peter, baby..."

It leaves no illusion as to who he's imagining and Peter moans in bliss, pliant and willing to be bred right then and there. With the relentless fucking, the desperate need to fill him up, it was inevitable that Peter couldn't hold on.

His entire body locks down as he finally gives him. Warmth blossoms between them, his aching cock spilling generously between their bellies. A rush of slick gushes around his father's cock, drenching his groin but that doesn't stop him.

All that slick only makes it easier to fuck into Peter's clenching pussy. Makes it easier to knot.

When the knot finally locks into place, Peter almost sobs in relief, spent as he is. The last harsh tug has tears prickle in his eyes but the sensation passes when a flood of heat surges into him.

Peter cries out, body shaking, as his father groans in completion. Load after load is released inside, his dad shamelessly filling up his little pussy… Cockhead pressed right where he wants it, soaking his insides and pushing through as much seed as possible into his womb...

The omega's nails drag down Tony's chest, leaving streaks of red lines in his wake. He feels every pulse, ever twitch… His daddy coming so deep inside him that he feels him in his stomach.

Cum drunk, Peter realizes with a soft moan. That's what he is… His daddy's filling him up so much that he's getting high off the feeling.

He kisses his dad with clumsy sloppy kisses and Tony returns them. His actions are more sluggish now that he's accomplished his goal.

"Sweet dreams…" Peter murmurs when he places another pill between Tony's lips. Another kiss and this time, Peter's tongue eases between his father's lips… His dad swallows it easily.

Tony drifts back into pleasurable dreams and Peter gingerly sits. He groans softly when his daddy's cock continues to pulse inside him. With his internal muscles squeezing down, milking the knot, he knows it'll be a long night.

Unlike all the other previous nights, Peter is now inspired. With the memory of his daddy reverently whispering his name, Peter starts to gently rock back and forth, stimulating the knot and getting ready for another round.

He'll be sure to give his daddy more sweet dreams to comfort him.

#starker #starkercest #madstarker writes #moody mads #nff #somnophilia #intersex omegas #omegaverse

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angelsvoice1love · 3 years

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Our World

You were running into the garage all the boys looking at you, as you slowed to a stop and looked wide eyed.

Alex: What are you wearing?

Y/n: It's Maysie, she dressed me up and want me to go on a double date...so I...

Reggie: What did you do? Reggie asked, as he crossed his arms over his chest.

Y/n: Well...i might have said I'm datin one of you.

Alex: You lied and said your dating either Reggie or Luke? Just so you could get out of a double date with Maysie?

Y/n: Blind double date. Besides your my brother, you have to help me. Please...anyone of you please. You begged, as you entertwined your fingers together begging them.

Luke looked at you, getting up as he threw his arm over your shoulder.

Luke: Fine, I'll be your pretend boyfriend whenever you need when Maysie is involved. But I have some condition.

Y/n: Anything. You replied fast, as you looked up at him.

Luke: 1 - you buy me food, 2 - you have to wear different clothes, the ones that you love and 3 - you need to sing at least one song with us.

Y/n: I...deal. But you need to play the part.

Reggie: Meaning lovey dovey? Holding hands and acting like a real boyfriend?

Y/n: Well...yes but no.

Alex: What do you mean?

Y/n: He doesn't have to kiss me.

Alex smirked, knowing of your little crush on his friend and pushed you to tell him but to all his little schemes it never worked.

Alex: Luke, I give you permission to kiss her on the cheek. He smiled, making Luke clear his throat.

Y/n: Okay then. I'll...go get dressed. You said, running away fast, wanting to at least be more comfortable but stylish.

A knock pulled you from you fixing your clothes, when Luke came in.

Luke: Hey, you ready to go?

Y/n: Y...yeah.

Luke: You look nice.

Y/n: Thank you. You smiled, putting some hair behind your ear as a slight blush formed on your cheeks.

Time skip

At the diner, you just nodded you head as Maysie kept praising her boyfriend at LaCrosse practice. Rolling your eyes, you looked over at Luke who didn't at all interested in her babbling. Taking a sip from your chocolate milkshake, you saw Luke's face close to yours as he drank some of your milkshake too.

Swallowing fast you pulled away, while he still gulped some down.

After that Luke placed his arm around your shoulder, as Maysie finished talking.

Luke: That's great, y/n here has an amazing voice. We're just trying to get her to sing with us, everytime she sings its like my ears are on cloud 9. That tell you just how much I love her. Luke said, as he kissed you on the cheek.

Maysie: Awe, that's so cute. Anyway, we were thinking of going to the movies you wanna come? She asked, as the four of you were walking out of the diner.

Luke: No thank you. I just want to spend some time with y/n, while we walk home. He replied, as he slipped his hand in your.

Maysie: Okay, well, see ya. She waved walking off into the sunset.

Y/n: Bye. You van let go now. You spoke, as you looked down at your hands.

Luke: Nah. I like this. Holding your hand...its nice.

Y/n: Nice?

Luke: Yes. I said I was going to play the part, now I have to.

Y/n: But the double date is over. We we're done the moment they left. You said, as you pulled your hand away from his as you turned to face him.

Luke: You don't want to keep going? Or maybe start?

Y/n: Start what?

Luke smirked, as he moved in closer. Placing his warm hands on either side of your shoulder, as he leaned in connecting both your lips in a soft butterfly kiss.

It only lasted 4 seconds, before it was over. It was barely even a kiss. Your eyes went wide, as his hand moved up to your neck holding you in place.

Luke: I know about your little crush on me. Luke spoke, as he smirked.

Y/n: H...how? OOO that damn Alex, if he said anything I'm going to kill him. You responded fast, as you broke away from Luke taking a few steps back.

Luke: Alex? No. Alex didn't say anything. I figured it out.

Y/n: Really...you figured it out? You asked sarcastically.

Luke: Yes. You made it too easy y/n/n. He said in a whisper.

Y/n: How exactly did I make it easy?

Luke: The little things, how you got flustered everytime I was near you. Or how you'd get a light blush on your cheeks if I complimented you,or even when I hugged you or ruffled your hair. All those thing and more. That's how I knew, about your crush on me.

Y/n: Really? That's how you knew?

Luke: Yes. Now about this. He said, as he pointed between the two of you.

You swallowed, making your way closer to Luke placing your hands on his chest while slowly looking up.

Adding a smile to your face you got on your tiptoes and kissed Luke, your hands making their way around his neck. Luke responded fast, as his snaked around your waist pulling you closer.

Luke: Mm...that was a good kiss. But you know it'll even get better the longer we date.

Y/n: Date? No, no, no. You have to ask me on a date first Luke. You giggled, crossing your arms over your chest.

Luke: Alright. Okay. Just know, after we do the date, I'm not taking no for an answer. You are going to be my girlfriend.

Y/n: You have a deal Luke Patterson. You said, taking his hand in yours.

Luke: Good to know, y/n Mercer.

#Julie and the Phantoms #Luke Patterson #Alex Mercer #Reggie Peters

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thevoilinauttheory · 3 years

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Okay but for the "Romance and friendship ship asks" - petition for you to just answer all of them, LiveJournal interview meme style, lol. (I'll do it too if you will!)

(( Okay, but first I gotta start with... I still don’t know wtf LiveJournal is. I, uh. I’m not an internet-savvy person, unfortunately (I’m *still* trying to figure out what xkit is and why it’s so important to tumblr, so I usually just smile and nod when it’s brought up lol). I can’t even figure out how to work twitter or facebook. The fact that I learned how to tumblr is a miracle.

And next: A lot of these questions are really heavily dependent on the situation I’m in, unfortunately! So some may not have very clear answers. I’m going to put this ENTIRE thing under the cut - for several reasons. One, it’s long. And two, there’s some sensitive material that’s either triggering [allusions to sexual assault and manipulative behavior ], or NSFW.

A huge thanks to @renofmanyalts, @spotofmummery, @lukawarrioroflight, and @cadrenebula for the asks on this meme! ))

So without further ado - here’s all of the answers to the questions for the “Romance and Friendship Ship Asks”!

1. When you RP a ship do you prefer to make everything be smooth sailing all the time or do you allow conflicts to arise?

I don’t mind either way, so long as my RP partner… y’know, talks with me. I’m reminded of an instance in the past where my RP partner wanted conflict, but took it to a whole other extreme to the point where it physically hurt to RP through. One of my characters, in a serious relationship with theirs; ended up kidnapped, drugged, and assaulted - resulting in the assailant getting pregnant. Now, when my character comes to - only semi-aware of what happened to them; absolutely distraught and hurting once they learned the truth; my partner’s character comes in and berates them for cheating, being unfaithful, not trying hard enough - essentially victim blaming. If I had been warned of this, I would not have agreed to playing this situation out. With adequate warning, however, I’m usually fairly open to anything. So, yes. It really does depend. I would prefer smooth sailing, and with warning, am very okay with conflict in a ship.

2. Do you like to RP smut when you RP a ship?

This one’s doozy lol. The base answer is, I do! I find the smut scenes to be very big character building situations - giving more detailed information on what a character is like in an intimate situation; what quirks they have, and whatnot. Sometimes it’s story building too - and I’m all about that story and character building. BUT. I will not. My IRL spouse is not comfortable with me doing so, and I respect that. So I will not ERP as long as they remain uncomfortable with it.

3. Do you like to plan a ship out or just let it happen?

Usually, all of the ships I have just… happen. Nothing’s quite planned except “what character would interact well with this one” - not with the explicit purpose of shipping (romantically), but more of seeing what kind of interactions can blossom. However, I’m not opposed to planning, if that’s what’s more comfortable with my RP partner.

4. Do you prefer monogamous or poly ships?

I, personally, have no preference. So long as the poly relationship is played out properly (i.e. the people who use being poly as an excuse to cheat/be unfaithful to their partner(s)). I don’t excuse people giving us poly folks a bad name. So I have no preference… but my characters do! Each preference is listed in their profile, whether or not they are monogamous or polyamorous / what their sexual and romantic orientations are. (tbh tho, all of them are negotiable)

5. Are there any characters that you want a ship for?

Ha ha. Yes. Quite a few, actually. (If not all of them, for shipping in a general sense.)

6. Do you like friend-with-benefits ships?

With warning ahead of time, yes. Whether IC or OOC - OOC is preferable, because some of my characters’ personalities make them very easily attached to others. The best example is Danny, with what some of the more recent ask answers show. And I want to make sure that the character is good for the situation. Though I do have a couple characters that would prefer to keep it at the “friends-with-benefits” stage, and if that’s a character or plot I want to play, I would ask my RP partner about it first.

7. Have you ever regretted a ship, romantic or otherwise?

Mmm… I want to say yes. I really do. Even the ones that screwed me over, though, part of me can’t help but cherish them in some strange way. Each one of them has been an experience for me and my character. But. I think… there is one yes in there. ...Maybe a couple, but all of those ships were with the same RP partner. At the time, though, those ships were my lifeblood - upon reflection… they were all pretty yikes. And I’ve got another friend as my witness lol.

8. Do you like to be friends with the people you have ships with?

I have to be friends with the people I ship with. I can do walk up RP with strangers, get to events and all that - but if someone is wanting a romantic ship with me, I need to know them as a person, not as their character. And I need them to know me as a person, too; that I’m not my character(s). Honestly, I prefer to be friends with all of my RP partners anyways! Ship or no! I like learning about people as they are, not just as their character(s) are.

9. What do you look for in a writing partner for ships?

Just… I guess, a decent person? That’s very vague, and that’s because it’s true. I want someone that understands that life gets in the way a lot, and that I might have to pause a thread or two until I can get myself situated. RP does not come before real life, and I want my partners to understand that as much as I do. I will drop threads with people who show toxic behaviors - not without talking to them first, of course, but if it blows up, then I’m done. I can’t put myself in a situation like that again.

10. Do you think romantic ships should be long-term?

Mm. This is another tough one. Which I think coincides a lot with the next question as well. If my partner wants a romantic ship to end, then as long as they talk about it with me, I’m totally fine with it - a day, two, a month, years? I don’t mind as long as I have warning, and things are talked through first. I’ll cover the rest of my thoughts on this in the next question.

11. How do you handle an absent RP partner that you have a ship with?

First, I’d be incredibly worried! I do have some friendships that disappear for a few months, then come back, and I don’t mind those at all. But if I make a new friend, and I don’t know if they’re prone to that, then I’d be worried about their safety! I’ll reach out first, as many times as I need to. I want to make sure that my friend is safe and in a good place. If they respond with “I’m alive, just stuff going on”, the ship won’t be dropped. I won’t drop ships due to absence, not right away - unless otherwise told to by my RP partner (maybe because they know they won’t be around, or they’re quitting the game, etc). If my RP partner is absent for a minimum of three to six months or longer *without* any sort of contact, I will tell them that there will be a pause on our ship and there’s a possibility of the character finding another… but also that if their life allows it, and they’re keen on it, I will pick up the ship again in the future. tl;dr: I want to make sure that my RP partner is in a safe place before I make any comments to dropping a ship.

12. How often do you think people should RP when they have ships together?

As often as it is comfortable for everyone involved. Whether that’s everyday, once a week, or twice a month. I, personally, have no issues with time. If RP isn’t being done, then I’m memeing or asking questions or putting terrible ideas into my RP partners’ heads.

13. Do you RP out all interactions or do you assume some things happen ‘off-screen’ with your ships?

Assumption, always. Even if we don’t play out those interactions, we’ll talk about them. “So it’s likely that [x] has happened during [x] time since [RP session]”. RPing out all interactions would take up a lot of time, and lead to a lot of disappointment - especially if you equate “one day irl = one day in RP”.

14. Is there anyone you know that you want to have an RP ship with (romantic, friendship, hateship, rival, ect.)?

My only answer to this is: yes, absolutely. My only clarification is: all of my wonderful followers - you all have such amazing characters, how could I not want a ship (in the general sense)?

15. What’s the most important thing you’ve learned when it comes to RPing ships?

The most important thing I’ve learned… happens to be two things. 1) Communication is your greatest tool. Not communicating with your RP partner about anything will cause everyone grief. If something makes you uncomfortable, if there’s a thread you want to try, if there’s a thread you want to drop - you need, need, NEED to talk to your RP partner. and 2) Your RP partner is a person, just like you. You cannot expect them to shit out a thread on command; nor can you expect them to write when there’s stress going on in their life. Your RP partner is your friend, and you should treat them as such. If the going is tough, make sure they know that they aren’t pressured into writing, and that you’re there for support. If there’s stress in your life, it’s on you to warn your partner - and trust that they treat you like a person too.

#a response for you: ooc #pls #if you are wanting a ship #pls talk to me

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neural-nett-and-link · 3 years

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Prompt: "- Today we spend 24 hours completely naked. - Let's talk about that."

- Today we spend 24 hours completely naked.

- Let's talk about that. (pause) ♪ (theme music) ♪

- Alright, so, we're gonna have to make our own masks.

- (giggles)

- Okay, I'll put the red one up right here, and then I'll put the blue one up on the right side. And then, I'm gonna take the mask off. And then I'm gonna start walking forward.

- (giggles)

- It's like walking, like walking with a dog.

- (crew offscreen laughing)

- If we get through this without any pranks, then I'll take this off. It's your mask.

- You put it on nice and tight.

- (laughs) I feel like I need a dummy. But, I know that I need my mask, because I have to be completely naked.

- (laughing) Yeah, I'm a manual...

- ...lidded. I was actually like, "Do you like red or blue?" Okay, so you're going to introduce yourself to people.

- (crew offscreen laughing)

- I'm going to be myself.

- Okay.

- I'm ready.

- You're not gonna be a big deal.

- How are you?

- So, you may be a man of many talents, but I am a man of one talent.

- You have a talent for being naked.

- I did.

- You're a man of talent. You're like a fashion model.

- I'm a professional model.

- Okay, so, I feel like I need my mask.

- Well, I'll be the first to say, I don't have a mask. I don't feel like I need a mask. I feel like this is just, uh...

- "You're a man of many talents."

- Oh.

- (laughing) Okay, well, this is how it works... ♪ (theme music) ♪ I'm gonna take off my mask and walk around naked

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- Today we spend 24 hours completely naked.

- Let's talk about that. (upbeat music) Good Mythical Morning!

- Thanks for making us a part of your daily routine and making us a part of our daily routine. It's become a part of each others' lives. We're gonna get naked, we're gonna skateboard naked like you- well, that's on Instagram, but that also happened. Haha, check it out. Please take a look.

- Be a part of it.

- Walk naked (laughs). We've imagined it, and we've made it happen.

- So, without further ado, let's get naked.

- Okay.

- And I think it's interesting because it's hot. It's hot. Let's roll it.

- One up.

- Now before you do that, we want you to know that we are not only here to tell you all about this, but we are also here to help you figure out you're naked, and we're here to help you sort of define the boundaries. So feel free to start the conversation.

- Okay, let's, you're gonna want you and the crew to be naked, right, don't worry.

- But we're here to help you figure it out. And we're going to tell you the story of what happened over there, so...

- Oh, you wanna bring the crew out?

- Really?

- Yeah, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

- Yeah, basically, It's just a small group of people who like to make a living making videos, and we just said, "Hey, why don't we do this?" And the first thing they do is they're naked.

- Yeah, that's called an "Attractionist."

- Yep, well, then they start making videos.

- Right, and we wanna help them out with their own art. So first, here's the story.

- We commissioned a local artist to create an art piece for

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- Today we spend 24 hours completely naked.

- Let's talk about that. (makes noise) ♪ (theme music) ♪

- Good Mythical Morning.

- Happy Mythical Summer!

- Thanks to everyone who's already been there.

- That's some guys

- You made it a special day.

- Hey, let's get real here. We're not gonna be squeaky clean, man.

- The Amazon rainforest.

- We've been working really hard lately.

- (laughing) That's right

- But there's one king of the jungle, M. Moleskines.

- (laughing) With one million friends on Facebook,

- he's the king of the jungle, and we're gonna celebrate his birthday today with an update video. Maybe we should just watch the video.

- I think maybe we should.

- Okay, on the first day that we were doing this, I noticed that there are some very cool people.

- Yes, people are pushing their bodies to the limits.

- Yeah, I'm not trying to put on these clothes. I'm trying to get myself to the moon.

- That's cool.

- And while you're there. I'm going to get myself to the great, never-before-seen Amazon rainforest. This is how we do it here in our kitchen. You guys have been leading the way for us so far, and we're glad that you jumped in with us.

- Yes, that's great.

- So for the first time in a while, we're gonna be talking about how to get most out of the day just by being naked. What's the most fun part of being naked? (laughing) The most fun part of being naked is making yourself feel sexy and cuddly.

- I'm not talking about the costliest part--

- I'm talking about the most fun part of being naked.

- (laughing)

- That's right. It's time to throw ourselves a curve ball. This is a brand new game that we're lov

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- Today we spend 24 hours completely naked.

- Let's talk about that. (laughs)

- (laughs)

- Come on baby.

- (laughs)

- You know what, if I'm right, you're wrong.

- (laughs) Yeah, I'm right. I really am. (laughs) (crew laughs) (Rhett laughs) I really don't even want to do this.

- (laughs)

- You want me to do this?

- Oh, it's not gonna work.

- You want me to do this?

- (Rhett laughs) Is it gonna work?

- (laughs)

- I can't even say again.

- I are not.

- Yeah, you're very close. (Rhett laughs)

- You're right.

- Mm, so what is this, something about this thing?

- Well, let's keep it to ourselves.

- I am going to put my head in the oven. (Rhett laughs)

- Well, can't wait to see. Oh, this is a rock.

- Oh, it's really hard.

- It's really hard, it's really hard.

- It's really hard. Well, a little stone.

- It's hard.

- It's got a stone on it. It's soft, like a rock.

- A little rock. Okay. You're gonna want to have a towel handy.

- Okay.

- If you're gonna eat something, stick around.

- Yeah, I would like to cook some food while I'm here.

- You gotta tell me.

- I love hot dogs. I would like to do a cooking show.

- You know, I would love to do a cooking show, that's a thing, no pun intended but, I should be alone. The power goes to you.

- I'm gonna be alone. I've already been so settled in here. (Rhett laughs)

- I've been here too long.

- (both laugh)

- (crew laughs) You know what, if we were to tie

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- Today we spend 24 hours completely naked.

- Let's talk about that. (bell dings) (chuckles) ♪ (theme music) ♪

- Good Mythical Morning.

- Thank you for making yourselves heard.

- We are in the beginning stages of our show, "Mythical Society."

- That's right. And it's only right here on the set. Huge space here, huh?

- Yeah, it feels like I've left the house in the past month.

- Okay, today we're going to take the naivest way out of what we're doing and we're gonna be completely naked. It's time for "The Mythical Experiment."

- We aren't gonna do anything. (bell dings) (chuckles)

- Okay, since we're not gonna be doing anything, we have to completely lose ourselves and all of our clothing to make it a little Challenge. It's time for--

- Really?

- I want to get naked.

- It's up to you. You know what? You're gonna have to strap yourself in. This isn't, our clothes aren't on, just a call off.

- I do, I will take this off. Do not hustle. You know what?

- No.

- Do not, I'm sticking my head in the fire, just like this.

- It's gonna be good, man. No, it's not, okay. I'm not gonna be a hero, this is just it. (chuckles)

- No, no.

- Really? You don't have to respond to anyone's request.

- No, I'm not gonna be a hero. Okay, if you have a question about the challenges for tonight, we want to hear it. You know what? I'm so far away. You want me to go first?

- Well, if you want us to go first, this is the way we're gonna do it. We're going to do this right here.

- All right, you ready?

- Okay, let's go

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#good mythical morning #gmm #rhett and link #neural network #gpt-2

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dixonious · 5 years

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arrowheads | a twd fanfic

Summary: While traveling through the woods if Georgia, Sophia and Y/N get to know each other.

Warning: Uhhh, fluff? Possible grammatical errors.

A/N: Yoo! I'm back! I know it's been like two months, I think, and I'm so sorry for the wait, but I have been writing, not many chapters for this fic but some. I've also been writing for another fic, that I'll go more into detail about another time. As for this fic tho, I do plan on finishing it, the chapters may not come frequently but they will come, thank you to all y'all that are still sticking with me and the fic! <33

ONWARD AND YONWARD!!

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Chapter 5: Getting to Know You

Narrator's POV:

"I Spy..something brown." Y/N drawled out as she strolled through the woods, hand and hand with Sophia, who also held onto her doll's cotton filled hand. Hours and miles later away from where they had camped.

"Is it a tree branch?" The little girl asked.

"Nope." Answered Y/N.

"Uhh, you're boots?"

"My boots are black." Y/N said.

"But, they're covered in mud."

"They're still black, Little Blue. Mostly." The archer chuckled.

"Nuh-uh, they're mostly brown. Look." Soohia said as she pointed to woman's boots.

Y/N looked down, "huh. Guess they are mostly brown...but that's not what I Spy."

Sophia huffed and pouted, "there's nothing else brown, Y/N."

The archer couldn't help but feel bad at the girl's pout so she decided to help her, "maybe you're wearing what's brown." Y/N said, as she looked down at the girl who was staring up at her.

Sophia gasped, "my pants!" She exclaimed quietly.

"Yep." Y/N grinned. "Your pants is exactly right."

Sophia smiled proudly, though soon that smiled vanished.

"You already did my pants, though." She said as a matter of fact.

Y/N frowned and tiled her head, "I did?" She asked.

"Yes. Like, when we were all the way back there." Sophia answered, as she turned to point behind her.

"You sure?" Y/N questioned again, feeling fairly certain that she had not.

"I'm positive." Sophia said with confidence.

"I guess so." Y/N said, uncertainly.

"We should do something else." Sophia suggested, "there's not much to spy."

Y/N nodded, "you're right. 'Sides we've been doing it for about an hour now, I think."

They'd been walking for quite sometime since leaving their camp from the night before, and though they hadn't been playing I Spy for as long as they'd walked, it was boring what with all the trees, branches, leaves and twigs.

"What's your favorite color?" Sophia asked, this wasn't a game of sorts, but she was curious about her new friend.

"Black. Yours?"

"Blue." Sophia responded.

Y/N chuckled at that, "guess I chose the perfect nickname for ya, huh, Little Blue?" The archer smirked.

Sophia giggled quietly, "I like purple, too." She said, "are you from Georgia?"

"Yes, I am." Y/N nodded. "You too?"

"Mm-hm." The little girl nodded, "and so is my Mama. Where's your Mama?" She asked, innocently.

"Uhm, my, my Mama died. Not during this, but when I was little." Y/N answered, sadly.

"Oh. I'm sorry." Sophia replied, just as sadly.

"It's not your fault. You didn't know." Y/N responded. "'Sides, I don't remember her all that much, at least not much of the good stuff."

"Was your Mama mean?" The little girl asked in a worried tone.

"Nah. Not really. She wasn't the best Mama but, she tried her best." The archer responded.

"I'm sorry." Sophia said.

"Stop apologizing, Little Blue." Y/N chuckled, softly. "Ain't your fault."

"Okay." Sophia said, Y/N couldn't miss the sadness that could still be heard in her voice, it was hard not to.

"What's your Mama like, huh?" Y/N asked, trying to take the sadness away from the little girl.

"My Mama? She's really the bestest, she takes good, good care of me. And she loves me sooo much." Sophia said, as she went on and on about her mom adoringly, telling Y/N so many different stories. "...And one time, before, she even let ride one of the bigger rides at the carnival!"

Y/N smiled brightly, "She sure does sound like the bestest."

"She is." Sophia replied, "I miss her very much." The smile that was plastered onto her face as she talked about her mother started to fall.

"I know." Y/N said, as she detected the sadness that was yet again in Sophia's voice. "But, I promise you I'm gonna try my damn hardest to get you back to her, okay? You're gonna see her again."

Sophia nodded, not feeling very sure of what Y/N had just told her.

The world wasn't very nice anymore. Or good. There were monsters. And they were everywhere. Sophia didn't want to die, but what if she did? What if her Mama did?

"Hey." Y/N whispered, kneeling down to Sophia's height, "I'm gonna get you back to her, Little Blue. No matter what." She said as she gripped Sophia's shoulders reassuringly, looking her straight in the eye.

"Will you pinky promise?" Sophia asked, shyly.

"I pinky promise." Y/N said firmly, as she stuck out her pinky, waiting for Sophia to grab hold.

And she did.

And with locked pinkies, Y/N gave them a firm shake with a firm nod and frown, that meant business.

Sophia gave a small giggle.

"Now, let's keep moving, shall we?" Y/N asked, standing her full height, and letting go of Sophia's pinky to grip her hand again.

They continued their journey toward the highway, walking for more hours and miles, taking a couple of small breaks to drink or when Sophia got tired. There was more walking and little bit more talking.

Talking that involved Sophia asking Y/N more questions about herself. Talking that involved Sophia telling Y/N how her Mama would give her piggyback rides for fun or when her feet and legs got tired. And that was how the archer got conned into doing so.

It was complicated what with all the stuff Y/N was carrying but she had figured it out.

She placed her bow onto the ground and took her quiver and bookbag off her back, she gave that to Sophia to put on since it wasn't all that heavy, along with her quiver. After putting the pack on the girl's back and tightening the straps to fit her small body as best it could, Y/N put the quiver over the pack, before squatting down to let Sophia climb aboard. And she quickly did so.

Standing fully back up and grabbing her bow as she did, Y/N hiked Sophia up higher on her back, the archer gripped her bow securely as Sophia locked her arms and legs around her. The weight that was on Y/N before didn't feel at that different, Sophia barely weighed anything.

"This is much easier." Sophia said, with a smile of satisfaction.

To be so quiet and timid, she sure was sly.

(And a bit talkative. Though, Y/N guessed everyone had their moments with talking.)

But, Y/N couldn't help but agree, "It is." She said. "Pass me an arrow, Little Blue?" Y/N asked. Keeping an arm locked around Y/N's shoulders, Sophia reached her injured arm carefully behind her to grabbed an arrow.

Gripping an arrow, the little girl brought it to Y/N's sight and the H/C woman took it with grace.

This will work out nicely, Y/N thought with a smirk as she continued on their journey.

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Yes, I know this chapter title sucks ass and probably the whole chapter itself skjskjsk. But I hope y'all enjoyed it anyways!

Tags: @coffeebooksandfandom, @checkintoreality, @wnygirl2012, @assassinsasha23, @catlya, @aristocracy-y, @jodiereedus22, @yes-captainstark, & @merakiaes. <33

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punkscowardschampions · 4 years

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Buster & Rio

Buster: I miss you Rio: Guarantee I miss you more Buster: State your case then Rio: 😍😍 Buster: That's a strong introduction, how are you gonna follow it through? Rio: 🤤🤤 Buster: I like the thread of your argument, I can't lie, but I still miss you more Buster: 'Cause a girl was flirting with me in the gym and after telling her all the ways she doesn't compare to you, how incomparable you are was, and is, all I could think about Rio: As much as I probably shouldn't encourage you to be rude to random girls Rio: I love that you do so Buster: She embarrassed herself long before I embarrassed her, reckoning she had a chance Rio: I know what you mean Rio: the stalker has been getting inventive today Buster: Tell me Rio: We're doing this whole project in comp sci about viruses and shit Rio: and they've sent a meant-to-be-creepy spam type email Rio: it's got attachments but Rio: I've not looked yet Buster: Send it to me, I'll open it for you Rio: I know it's unlikely they're that smart Rio: but what if it does have some computer-killing 👾 attached? Buster: Smart enough that we haven't worked out who they are yet Buster: but if it's a virus, I'll buy another laptop Rio: it seems ridiculous Rio: this proves it has to be someone at school now, at least Rio: it's not like I've posted about my fucking homework anywhere Buster: How big's that class? Buster: Can discount my sister and your brother already, like Rio: Don't Rio: you're about the only person I've not thought it could be at my craziest Rio: probably about 30 odd though, standard Buster: Baby, they're the crazy one and I'm not letting them drive you even slightly close to the edge Buster: Who do you know and who don't you, percentage wise? Rio: I thought I knew everyone in this school, this town Rio: you'd think if someone was as creepy as this, anyway, that you'd know, they'd fucking stick out a bit but no Buster: It ain't a film, there's no creepy music playing to give it away Rio: if it was, it'd be dragging Rio: time for the resolve and happy ending Buster: Yeah, I know Buster: You wanna try calling that helpline again? Rio: Maybe Rio: I just wanna talk to you Rio: that's more helpful Buster: It's the least bullshit lead we've had for ages, I'll find a way to narrow it down more somehow Buster: We've got an obsession with you in common, it'll be me who figures it out if any cunt can Rio: Yours is the only one I need Buster: If you need to stay here for a while I'll sort it with my parents, yours, school, whoever Buster: You know that Rio: I know Rio: it's more and more tempting to not leave every time I go Buster: I just want you to be able to take an actual deep fucking breath Buster: Like you said, the amount of time this has been going on is ridiculous Rio: I can forget about it, most of the time Rio: but it's when something new happens, unexpected Buster: I'll kill him when we work out who it is Buster: 'Til then, stay with me Buster: He never does fuck all when you're here Rio: At least that's quick Rio: too nice if anything, babe Rio: always say that about you Buster: It don't have to be quick or nice Buster: Don't underestimate me, babe Rio: 🤤🤤 I rest my case Buster: I love you, that rests mine Buster: I'd do anything for you Rio: I love you so much Rio: I'd definitely be crazy without you, stalker or otherwise Buster: There's a fair chance I'd be stalking you too if things were any different between us Buster: I'd leave better presents though Rio: and I'd know it was you always Buster: 'Course Buster: I'd want you to know Rio: hence there's no world in which we ain't a thing Buster: [has bought her the most expensive and best ever anti virus software and all that jazz so sends her the deets like there you go] Rio: this really has everything Rio: thank you Buster: He ain't gonna be smart enough to get through that, I've been reading reviews since you told me Buster: And I have it too now so you don't have to worry about sending me whatever bullshit he does to you Rio: We can open it together then? Rio: [I think it shouldn't be camgirl moments but something @school to drive that home] Buster: Yeah, on the count of three Rio: [just some creeper shots all throughout the day up until that lesson] Rio: these are today, I'm 99% sure Rio: I swapped my bag Buster: Forget going there tomorrow, I'm booking you a flight here instead Buster: I'll think of a lie to tell my parents if you still don't want anyone else to know the truth Rio: there was always the possibility Rio: but now I know it's someone I really see in person Rio: every day Rio: jesus Buster: I meant what I said, I'm gonna find out who, whatever it takes Buster: I know it feels fucked, but it's good, that it's one of 30 classmates rather than the numbers of lads who watch your streams Rio: it's true Rio: but those lads could be anywhere in the world, not in the same room as me Buster: Which is why you shouldn't be in that room until we know which sick cunt it is Buster: Just give me some time, it's not like I don't have the money to throw at it Rio: I couldn't be there if I had to Rio: I don't even want to be here at home now Buster: How soon can you be at the airport? Rio: not for a while Rio: I mean, tonight, maybe Rio: what should I tell my mam? Buster: Tell her I'm having a breakdown, it wouldn't be the first time Buster: I'll trash the house for realism if it comes to it, like Rio: it'll keep her from being worried Rio: pissed off is fine, I'll deal with that when I can Buster: Exactly Buster: And Ava's at a friend's so I don't have to worry about scaring the shit out of her with my acting Buster: 'Cause it'd be stupid not to feed my parents the same lie Rio: You don't have to go that method Rio: but I wouldn't blame you Rio: I'm trying to keep my freak out internal because I'm looking after the twins and your sister is on her way Buster: I'm glad you're not on your own, even if the company is Nance Rio: I was kinda hoping someone took the homework too seriously and was pranking the whole class Rio: but nah, the email was more specific than I let on to her, of course Rio: even before the pictures Buster: 'Course you were Buster: He'd been quiet for a while Rio: really think he'd get bored at some point Rio: I never react, respond, everything they tell you Buster: Now isn't really the time for me to reiterate how stalkable you are again when I can do better with compliments Rio: the fact you can make me smile even at this time Buster: I can do better than that too, I'll make you forget about it Rio: yeah? Buster: Yeah Rio: I need that Rio: my head is all over the place Buster: You've got it, and whatever else you need Rio: I only feel really safe when I'm with you Buster: You are safe with me, but you won't have to leave until you're also safe everywhere else Buster: I'm gonna fix it Rio: yeah Buster: I know I've said it before but this time I swear Buster: He fucked up by giving us a decent clue Rio: it does narrow it down Rio: even if it isn't the class, and it's just the school in general Rio: that's the most we've ever had to go on Buster: Exactly Rio: but what do we do Rio: if we work it out Buster: I told you, I'll kill him Rio: so you're the only one that ends up in prison Buster: I'm not a fucking amateur, babe Rio: mm Rio: 🙄😏 Buster: Hilarious Buster: Nance will be a way more receptive audience though Rio: yeah, really in the mood for this study sesh now Buster: I can easily change hers if you wanna get out of it Rio: nah Rio: I need to keep things normal Rio: only just invited her over, it'd be weird to change my mind Buster: You can blame me for that as well, I don't give a shit Rio: I can't leave yet, like you said, distraction is probably a good thing Buster: Alright, what can I do to make it a more bearable one? Buster: [loads of her fave things getting delivered to this gaff like don't be scared to answer your door, look they are all from me, here's the order confirmations] Rio: I don't deserve you Buster: You don't deserve the bullshit he's putting you through, you've always deserved me Rio: I feel like I should just Rio: stop the streams Rio: I know you aren't meant to change your lifestyle and habits for them but it wouldn't have happened if I weren't doing that shit Rio: I know you aren't meant to change your lifestyle and habits for them but it wouldn't have happened if I weren't doing that shit Buster: Fuck that, we know he's from school Buster: Being able to see you every day pre-dates anything you've done online Buster: He could've known you since primary Rio: I guess Rio: but would he be bothered if there was less out there to stalk Buster: It's not your fault, Rio Buster: It can happen to anyone, you know that Rio: it's happening to me though Buster: Not 'cause of anything you've done Buster: Come on Rio: anyway Rio: I'm gonna enjoy all these treats Buster: Good Rio: how much should I bring? Rio: when I pack Buster: As much as you want, I'll send you money for if your cases are over the weight limit Rio: don't want it to look like I'm running away too hard but Buster: You're overthinking it, you never travel light anywhere, nobody'll notice Rio: I need options Buster: I'm not mad about it and I don't care if my parents are Rio: they're going to be Rio: you'll have to go to school, be 😇 to show I'm totally not a distraction Buster: You are, but I'll still go Buster: All that matters to me is that you feel safe Rio: I will do Rio: and I'll find ways to be useful to them as well as distracting to you Buster: Winning over Ava is basically the same thing as winning them over Buster: You've had loads of practice at that Rio: kids are easy Buster: She's easier than Grace, obviously Rio: wouldn't take much on Ava's part Rio: bless Buster: She'll be distracting at any rate Rio: I can take her to school and shit, free up some time for them Buster: Yeah, and once you've had some time, we can sort out getting your assignments and shit sent over Rio: I won't miss anything important Buster: It'll be fine Buster: I'll make sure it's fine, like Rio: I know you will Buster: You gonna facetime me into this study session or what then? Rio: depends Rio: are you going to be nice? Buster: To you Rio: well you're always nice to me Buster: Are you asking me to help Nance with her homework? Rio: how much do you think she'd appreciate that? Buster: She wouldn't, so of course I'll do it Rio: I can't with you two, honestly Buster: You love me, you don't even want her to come over Rio: I'm not getting in the middle of it Buster: You already are Rio: No I'm not, shh Buster: It's okay, I know you're on my side Rio: I love you more than anyone else in the world Rio: goes without saying Buster: I still really like hearing it Rio: You know you can hear it any time you want Buster: Is she there yet? Rio: nope, you remember how long that drive takes, even in an uber Buster: I'll call you then Rio: 🥰 Buster: [does obvs] Rio: I'll just be here counting down the minutes 'til you can hold me Buster: However long it feels, you'll be staying longer Rio: promise? Buster: I swear Rio: then I'm happy Buster: If you are, I am too Rio: I haven't even asked you how your days been Rio: I'm so rude Buster: Before and after I shot down gym girl there ain't much to report Rio: what did she look like? Buster: Every other girl in this postcode Rio: Blonde and skinny Buster: Yeah Rio: vaguely equine, dresses more like a nan than nan ever would Buster: I'll have to remember all that for the next one Rio: I can tell her myself if you like Buster: If you like Rio: Me? The jealous type? Buster: The jealous type and my type Rio: I better be Rio: only type Buster: You're the only one I've ever wanted or will ever want, you definitely don't need to add that to the list of shit that's worrying you right now Rio: I just like to hear it Buster: I'll tell you again then, I want you so much Rio: even without all this bullshit Rio: it's been too long Rio: I hate every second I'm not with you Buster: I know, me too Buster: I'm not gonna say he's done me a favour, but I am glad you're coming to stay Rio: I'll say it Rio: may as well get something good from it Buster: I'd rather you didn't have to deal with any of this bullshit, obviously Rio: of course Rio: I told you, I've never thought it was you, it's okay Buster: It's not okay that I haven't been able to do fuck all about this though Buster: I'm sorry Rio: Don't Buster: It's not good enough, I know that Buster: I'm gonna do better Rio: Stop it Buster: I mean it, Rio Rio: we've done everything we can Rio: it's not fair on me or you to act like we haven't Buster: I just hate this Rio: I know, baby Buster: You're the best thing that's happened to me, this shouldn't be happening to you Rio: It really could happen to anyone Rio: it's shit Rio: but you make me feel safe, that isn't nothing Buster: I'll calm down before you get here Buster: I swear Rio: you don't have to Rio: you can be mad, I am Rio: but you don't need to blame yourself, even if it's second to him, it's all on him Buster: I am angry but you've got the wrong twin if you reckon I'm willing to make any of this about me Buster: I'm here for you Rio: Trust me, I know Rio: she seems distracted herself recently Buster: Yeah? Rio: I'll try to work it out, not had time yet Rio: she won't say anything if you're on the phone though Buster: I don't have to be, if you wanna do some investigating Rio: I know you wanna know too Buster: I know if you get her started she'll talk about herself until you've gotten all of your own bullshit exists Rio: and you're a little nosy too, you can admit it Rio: I'll get the gossip Buster: She's still my sister Buster: 'Course I wanna know if she's being stalked as well or whatever Rio: You're cute Rio: and I do not think it's that Rio: obviously Buster: You know what I mean Rio: I do Rio: that's why I wanna know too Buster: Okay, tell me when you do Rio: 🧐 Rio: wouldn't suit the hat Buster: You'd suit anything, don't lie Rio: 😊 Rio: I mean if that's your thing I'll do my best Buster: If it was that wouldn't be the first you've heard of it Rio: be mad if it was Rio: you have to tell me exactly what you like so I can be it Buster: You are Buster: And I don't have, or want to have, any secrets from you Rio: secrets are boring Rio: and hard to keep Buster: Neither of us could ever be boring Buster: And I'll do whatever it takes to keep you forever Rio: You've got me Rio: not going anywhere Buster: Only closer to where I am, not further away Buster: Soon as your mum is back and your study session is over Rio: not that I need to do this homework now Rio: just be throwing subtle hints at Nance instead Buster: Be fucking typical her if she's getting bullied there as well Rio: I'd know if she was Rio: only have the two lessons with her but contrary to what the stalker suggests, I know most people well enough that they wouldn't Buster: Well Ava'll probably get a love life before she does, Christ knows what else it could be then Rio: ugh don't Rio: it's coming up with Edie for sure Rio: Jun is like Nancy and Billie isn't bothered thank god Rio: hate it Buster: Who's bothered about Edie then? Buster: Tell me your gossip Rio: It's just like the boys she hangs with are less useless stoner and more keep your eye on them types than Billie's friends Rio: and they aren't just friends types, I don't trust 'em Buster: Maybe I should be getting on a plane instead of you Rio: at least none of them are stupid Rio: especially not Eds Rio: have to hope anyway Buster: I've taught her how to protect herself physically, I reckon she can handle lads trying to get in her head Buster: Like you said Buster: She's no stupid kid Rio: Yeah, she has all the tools and advantages she can be given Rio: 💘 and hormones still make people stupid though Buster: I remember Rio: well yeah, ignoring the fact we'd be used as prime examples in that lecture Buster: Sure we have been, never too early for mum and dad to tell Ava what not to do Rio: As if we'll have started a trend Rio: if it wasn't you it'd be a really bad idea Buster: They should want her to have this, how I feel about you, how happy I am Buster: It's not as if they can actually judge us for who it's with Buster: This family are way past that Rio: You'd think Rio: I'm way past caring Rio: it was so Rio: I wasn't me without you Buster: I feel exactly the same, you know I do Buster: The only thing I've ever done wrong was not be with you, every bad thing I did or that was done to me can be traced back to that Buster: We're free now and this stalker isn't gonna make you feel otherwise any more, I'm not letting it happen for another fucking day Rio: we can get through anything, we've got the rest stacked against us and we're still strong Rio: as long as you love me, then there's nothing anyone can say or do Buster: I really fucking love you Rio: I love you Rio: endlessly Buster: [a flight he's booked her like this is happening no matter what excuse us fam] Rio: 🙏 Rio: I cannot wait Buster: Me either Rio: you can pick me up from the airport, right? Buster: Nothing could stop me Rio: Yay 🥰🥰🥰 Buster: You need me to help you with all that luggage Rio: it will be one suitcase Rio: and a sizeable handbag, thank you 😂 Rio: but I still need you Buster: I'll be early regardless Rio: you're the best Buster: No, I do my best, you don't even have to try Rio: You don't either Rio: but I will for you and I appreciate that you do Buster: I appreciate everything that you do Rio: you will Rio: that's the plan Buster: I do, whether or not shit goes to plan Buster: You're one of the strongest people I know, the least I can do is give you the reminder Rio: Buster Rio: it won't always be this dramatic, you know Rio: being together Buster: I don't care if it is, you're worth it Buster: And I'd endure the worst suffering I can possibly imagine to be with you if any alternative meant not being Rio: now you're just being hot about it on purpose Buster: I told you I miss you, nothing's changed Rio: I miss you all the time Rio: but I'm down for all the ways you make it worse Buster: [sends her a pic from when he was at the gym earlier like okay we're testing the waters but not very much yet lol] Rio: oh Rio: yeah, I would've flirted with you too Buster: What would you have said? Rio: Hmm Rio: ask you to check my form Buster: As long as you'd have time for how thorough I'd be, I don't have any problem with that Rio: Of course Rio: I'd ask you because you're clearly an expert Buster: And there's no need for me to hold back on my expertise as you're clearly so receptive to it, not to mention deserving Rio: Don't, I want you to show me exactly how you do it Buster: Never, I wouldn't wanna leave you with more questions than answers Rio: of course, but there are some things I could show you in return for all you're going to teach me Buster: Yeah? Buster: You've got yourself a deal, babe Rio: are you going to let me come to the gym with you really Buster: If you want to Buster: I'll try not to get too distracted at the prospect Rio: you look like that, obviously I want to Buster: [a pic of how he looks now like we can also stay in this bed where I currently am chilling] Rio: 🥺🥺 GIMME Buster: You're not meant to change your behaviour or habits for that cunt, remember Buster: Say please Rio: please Rio: please let me be in that bed right now Buster: [treat that gal to some more pics boy she's had a shit day] Rio: please be with me right now Rio: in me Buster: You know that's all I want Rio: you're perfect, Buster, you know that Buster: We're perfect for each other Rio: marry me Buster: As soon as we can, I will Rio: seriously Buster: I am being serious Rio: oh Buster: Once we're both 18 nobody can stop us Rio: yeah but Rio: nobody would come Buster: I only need you to turn up Rio: technically Buster: And actually, 'cause the rest of my family won't and like you said, I'm past caring Rio: if you were going to do it Rio: you'd want the big day, the venue, the clothes, the car Rio: everything proper Buster: If you were going to do it, you'd want your family there, you can say what you really mean Rio: we can't just do all that for two people Buster: We can do whatever we want Rio: I just wish people would be happy for us Buster: I know, I haven't properly asked you yet 'cause I want everything to be perfect for you and there's fuck all I can do to give you that Rio: it'll never happen, I know that Rio: I've accepted it, it's just hard to make total peace with Buster: There was a time when I reckoned we'd never happen Rio: yeah Buster: I don't care who or how many people I have to turn my back on for you, it'll never matter as much as us being together Rio: it shouldn't have to be like this Rio: it's bullshit Buster: Yeah, but it is, and I've made my choice Buster: You know the things I'd do differently and none of 'em are about not ending up here Rio: Me too Buster: Changing their minds is as likely as us changing ours, it's an old fashioned stand off, like Rio: True Rio: it's like, they forget they're meant to be anti-us sometimes though Rio: and it's just normal, like we're any other couple Buster: Maybe when we've has as many years as my parents, it will actually be considered normal Rio: you reckon? Buster: Worked for them Rio: I guess nan and granddad are sufficiently over it Rio: had competition though, didn't they Rio: don't think that's likely to repeat itself Buster: Fingers crossed Nance is hiding a dark enough secret to take at least some of my parents' attention nevertheless Rio: in your dreams, babe Buster: Why would I dream about her downfall when I could dream about your happiness? Rio: alright 😇 Buster: We're not married yet but in regards to that, what's mine is yours, babe Buster: And vice versa Rio: you know I want it too Rio: to be married to you, and have everything we want Buster: Then I'll make it happen, exactly how you want Buster: Where there's a will there's a way, yeah? Especially when it's my will getting involved Rio: I trust that Rio: you Buster: Good 'cause you can Buster: About this and everything else Rio: then that's settled Rio: and Nance is finally here Buster: I'll still be here if you need me Rio: 🧡🧡🧡 Rio: you focus on doing everything you possibly can before I get there so you can spend as much time with me as we've got Buster: Consider it done

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geniusgub · 5 years

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bite//pp

“Babe?”

I sit up quickly, pushing my books off my lap at the sound of my boyfriend's hopeless sounding voice. "Peter? What's wrong?"

"I-I can't come over tonight." He sniffles. "I'm sick."

"Yeah, you sound really sick." I sigh, resting my elbow on my knee and my chin on the heel of my hand. "Well, I want you to get better. So just relax, okay?"

Peter let's out a cry, sobbing into the speaker of his phone. My heart breaks as he does. He always tries to keep his weakness to himself to stay strong for me. So if he's crying like this to me, I know something is wrong.

"Okay." Peter chokes out.

"I love you so much."

"I love you too."

But two days pass and nothing has changed. Peter misses school and cries every night and morning to me. He says he's too afraid to talk to May because he knows she'll take off work and they need the money for rent. So he locks himself in his room and lies to her, telling fake stories about his day at school.

On the second day, when I call him after school and he's still sick and crying, I hang up. I grab an empty backpack and fill it up with things that could make Peter feel better.

I then tell my parents I'm leaving and run to Peter's apartment.

I wind up on the fire escape, looking in. Peter's room is an absolute mess. There's clothes everywhere, tissues on the floor, bed not made. I sigh, knocking gently on the glass.

It takes a moment for Peter to pop his head out of the connected bathroom door. He trudges to the window and pulls it open just a bit, allowing me to open it fully.

I slip in, closing it behind me. I immediately wrap my arms around Peter's waist, holding him as tight as I can. "Oh, my love." I coo, feeling him almost collapse into my embrace.

Peter buries his face in my neck, his body shaking. "What's wrong with me?"

"I don't know, baby." I sigh, pulling away from the hug and placing my hands at his cheeks. "But I know that you need to relax and stop stressing, that's why I'm here. So go lay in bed and I'm gonna clean up a bit. Do you need anything?"

Peter shakes his head, allowing me to lead him to his bed. He falls onto the blankets, pulling them up to his chin and closing his eyes.

While he rests, I bustle around the room and clean everything I can. I even make my way into the bathroom and clean everything Peter could have touched.

Of course, just as I do that, Peter comes barreling into the bathroom, falling to his knees and throwing up into the toilet.

I sigh, rubbing his back. I hand him a towel when he falls back against the wall, tears streaming down his cheeks. I wipe his mouth off, flushing the toilet.

"It's okay, it's okay." I whisper, wrapping my arms around his neck.

"I'm so scared. What's wrong with me? What if I'm dying?"

"I don't think you're dying, baby. Just a stomach bug, I'm sure."

"I can hear your heartbeat." Peter suddenly blurts out, pulling away. "I-I can- it's so loud."

"P, that's weird." I respond, sitting back on my heels.

"I haven't noticed that until now." Peter furrows his eyebrows.

"You haven't really been around anyone in two days." I respond. "Let's go back to bed, okay?"

Peter nods, pushing himself up and trudging back to bed. Before he can curl up, though, I give him a fresh pair of clothes. I'm sure he hasn't changed recently.

"Do you think maybe it could be food poisoning?" I ask, sitting beside him on the bed.

"I don't think so. Unless I ate something bad and I didn't know." Peter says, grabbing onto my hand, pressing his lips to my knuckles.

"Why don't we go to a doctor tomorrow? I'll skip school, we won't tell May, and we'll figure out what's wrong with you."

Peter nods, yawning. "Okay. Sounds good."

"Yeah, get some sleep. Hopefully, you'll feel better."

Peter tugs on my hand, silently telling me to join him. So I crawl under the covers and rest my head on Peter's chest, leaving a kiss on his cheek. I drift off to sleep with my boyfriend's arms around me.

///

"Babe! Baby! Wake up! Hey! Wake up!"

Peter's whisper-yells wake me up from my nap. I reach out, expecting to feel him beside me, but I only get cold sheets.

"Mm, Peter." I breathe out, sitting up and rubbing my eyes. "What's wrong? Are you sick again?"

"Look at me!" Peter exclaims, no longer sounding sick, but incredibly excited.

I pry my eyes open and look around, finding nothing but Peter's room.

"Up here!"

My head snaps up and I find Peter on the ceiling. I let out a scream, watching Peter jump down to the floor and stick the landing perfectly.

"Peter, what the fuck?! How did you do that?!" I scream, cowering back against the wall, still on the bed.

"I don't know!" He shrugs, grinning. "I woke up and I just felt perfectly fine! And their was a bug on the wall, close to the ceiling, so I went to catch it, and I clung to the wall! Don't know why, don't know how but I stick! Look!"

Peter launches himself at the wall, sticking perfectly and then crawls back up to the ceiling, dropping to his feet.

My mouth just hangs open.

"Isn't that awesome?!"

"Peter, that is so weird. So abnormal."

Peter's face falls a bit. "Y-You don't think it's cool?"

I let out a sigh, crawling out of bed and standing in front of him. "I mean, sure, it's cool. But you have to admit that it's not normal."

Peter hugs himself. "I guess it's not."

I snap my fingers, getting an idea. "Why don't we call Tony Stark? He deals with people who are-"

"Abnormal." Peter mutters, turning away from me and grabbing a hoodie from the back of his chair.

"Peter, stop." I sigh, sitting on the bed again. "You know I love you, but this is not normal. You were throwing up and crying a few hours ago and now you're sticking to the wall? Your climbing up to the ceiling? I just want to make sure you're okay, and Tony Stark deals with stuff like this."

Peter nods. "Yeah, I guess you're right. But how are you gonna contact Tony Stark?"

"I don't know, but we have to try."

///

A week later and I finally was able to contact Tony Stark. It took a lot of calls, some emails, some missing classes, and a call to the personal assistant of Pepper Potts before I could actually get to Tony.

"Why am I speaking to a teenager?" Is the first thing Tony says when he gets on the phone with me.

I roll my eyes. "My boyfriend, Peter Parker, is- uh, special now. He was sick, throwing up and had a high fever for two days. Then he took a nap, woke up, and realized that he could stick to the walls and the ceiling. He can hear my heartbeat loud and clear at all times, and he can hear conversations perfectly when he's two rooms away. It-It's very weird. Is he okay?"

There's a moment of silence before Tony speaks. "And how did he get these powers?"

"He doesn't know." I take a look at my bedroom door to check that the knob is locked so my parents can't come in. "He said the only thing he could think of was that he got bit by a spider at school but-"

"That." Tony remarks. "That is it. That's it."

"Um, what? You're saying Peter is like this because he got bit by a spider?"

"I'm gonna have my assistant, his name is Happy, bring you and your boyfriend up to the Avengers compound."

My eyes widen. "What?"

"Happy is gonna pick you and Peter up on Saturday and bring you up to the compound. And Peter is okay, don't worry. I just wanna meet him. Thanks for the call." And then he hangs up.

///

Saturday rolls around, so I make my way to Peter's apartment so Happy can pick us up.

"This is crazy! We're gonna meet Tony Stark!" Peter exclaims as he leads me down the stairs, his fingers intertwined with mine. "He's, like, my idol!"

"I know." I laugh, following after him. "Honestly, all I care about is that you're okay."

"I'm more than okay!" Peter grins at me, pushing open the door to the street.

There's a sleek black car in front of the building, and a man standing right in front of it. He pulls off his sunglasses as he sees us, smiling.

"I'm Happy." He introduces himself shortly, then opens the back door for us.

Peter and I slide in the backseat, looking around the incredibly high tech car.

"This is gonna be a great day." Peter breathes out with a smile, wrapping his arms around my shoulders.

"It seems that way."

///

"I've been waiting for this day!" Tony Stark cheers as Happy leads us into the compound.

"Hi, Mr. Stark." Peter grins, holding out his hand, to which Tony shakes it. "I'm Peter, this is-"

"Yes, yes, I've talked to your girlfriend before. Nice to meet you." He shakes my hand now. "We're gonna get straight to business, follow me."

Peter takes ahold of my hand again and we follow Tony up a staircase and down a hallway. We end up in a room with a lot of technology in it, which looks incredibly expensive.

"I'm gonna cut straight to what you wanna know." Tony says as he sits behind a desk, leaving me and Peter standing in front of him. "There's a crazy scientist who did some weird experiments on some insects and animals, including some spiders. Well, his lab got fucked with and everything got released. I'm almost positive that you, Peter, were bitten by one of these mutant, almost, spiders. Now, it's given you superhuman powers. There's nothing wrong with you-"

"Then why was he sick and throwing up for two days straight?" I interject.

"Peter's body was adjusting to the new substance in his body. It made him sick, but he's fine now. You're fine, right, kid?"

"Other than the fact that I can hear that Happy just parked the car, I guess I'm fine."

"That's your enhanced hearing. You're gonna have a whole new set of skills and enhancements now, things like sticking to most surfaces and a spider sense. And that means that you'll be able to sense something is going to happen before it actually does. And that's just two of the things that you'll gain."

Toy walks over to the wall and opens a drawer, pulling out two wristbands. "Put these on."

Peter drops my hand and quickly puts the thick silver wristbands on. Once they're on, they expand so that there's a little button hovering over his palm.

"Now aim here." Tony says, pointing to a blank section of the wall. "And press down on that thing with your ring and middle finger."

Peter gives me a nervous glance before turning towards the wall. And as soon as he pressed down on the band, some white substance goes shooting across the room, connecting the wall to the wristband.

"This is awesome!" Peter exclaims, looking back at me again.

I smile, nodding, I find a seat and cross my legs, watching Tony Stark teach Peter how to operate the web shooters.

And to think, all this came from a little spider bite.

#peter parker #tom holland #spiderman #thanks for reading

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the-inkwell-variable · 4 years

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My first official fluff piece! Still kinda angsty, but it's cute - to a point lol

I'm so sorry. I cannot figure out how to add a read-more on this new formatting.

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Coming up with excuses to hang around the engine room was getting harder every day. Delivering messages for people was always an easy bet - the priest couldn't be bothered to crack his old knees on those stairs anyway - but the stupid crew on this stupid ship didn't send messages to the resident tinker very often.

She could always break stuff. Parvati was always down to fix it, and whenever someone brought her some broken trinket, she got the cutest expression on her face - a weird mix between excitement and exasperation. All of her shyness just completely vanished as she scolded them for being so careless with their things, revealing the true bullheaded nature behind her stammering, eager-to-please front.

But how long could she keep "accidentally" breaking her stuff before Parvati confiscated it, just like she did Felix's mechanical tossball action figure? Not much longer, that was for damn sure.

And she couldn't just... show up and linger. What excuse would she use for that? "It's too loud out there"? The engine room was way louder than the rest of the ship combined - even when Ellie and Vicar were screaming about philosophical bullshit in the cafeteria and Felix had his tossball match turned up to drown them out. Besides, she had soundproofed her bunk specifically to give herself a quiet space.

"I'm interested in mechanical engineering?" Ha! What a laugh. Every single person on the Unreliable knew that Nyoka didn't give two shits or a fuck less about fixing her own belongings, as long as she had the bits to pay someone else to do it.

The only option left was honesty, and let's face it: that wasn't her strong suit. She had a reputation as a badass (if constantly drunk) bounty hunter to maintain. Confessing that she enjoyed hanging out with the dorky engineer made her sound like a lovesick puppy - which she wasn't, for the fucking record. She didn't like Parvati like that. She just like getting the girl the ramble about her favorite topics, watching her face crinkle in concentration as she struggled with a complicated mechanical part, the way her face turned out a particularly off-color joke. There was no love there, and she'd sock anyone in the mouth that would even dare to suggest such a thing.

And yet, Nyoka still found herself lingering outside the cafeteria, sneaking furtive peaks at Parvati. Look at her. Nibbling that snack cake like she's a baby sprat. God, she's so freaking adorable... She turned away, her lip curling in a sneer of self-disgust as she took another drag from her flask. Even the rough burn of old whiskey couldn't drown the way her heart pounded against her chest.

God, what had this quiet mechanic from Edgewater done to her?

She didn't even realize that her feet had carried her into the room until she looked down and saw Parvati staring up at her. Her lips were smiling that tight-lipped smile that all polite folks gave when unexpectedly bumping into someone they barely know, but her eyes were confused, maybe even a little frightened. She hated that look. She wanted to grab the girl's shoulders and shake some common sense into her, to scream "Why are you afraid of me?! I'll kill everyone on the ship and myself if it would protect you!"

But she wasn't that dense. That would just scare the poor girl more, and the very thought of Parvati fearing her turned her stomach. Instead, Nyoka twisting her own lips into a smile and forced out, "Hey there, tinker. Didn't mean to scare you."

Parvati quickly shook her head in an obvious act of self-preservation. "Oh, not at all, Miss Nyoka! I was, um, just eating a quick snack. Got to stay fueled for the road!" She giggled awkwardly, and Nyoka wanted to wrap her arms around her and squish her tight - though whether it was to comfort her or to squeeze out the anxiety, even she couldn't say.

"With empty calories like that? You're going to burn through it and crash in an hour." She strolled to the refrigerator, forcing herself to tame her trademark stomp to a casual strut. "What's the thing Junlei says all the time? 'Treat your body like a machine - quality fuel and plenty of rest, or you'll end up rusting like an overworked engine.' I don't know anything about machines, but it sounds right. Here." She tossed a small container of food to the confused girl. "Cystipig stew. Homemade. It's something my - one of my old teammates used to make. The methane added a kick, but Boss says I'm not allowed to flood the kitchen with explosive gas." She scoffed as she dropped into the chair across the table. "Coward."

Parvati let out a soft laugh escape as she tentatively scooped out a spoonful of stew, and Nyoka's heart fluttered in her chest in a way that was surely heartburn and nothing else. "I can't imagine methane making anything taste better... Except maybe mantisaur. Is it true that people eat mantisaur on Monarch?"

"Only if they're really desperate. As in, 'I've already eaten the floorboards and my roommate' desperate."

Parvati's spoon hovered before her mouth as she shot Nyoka a part-horrified, part-rebuking glance. "You shouldn't joke about such horrible things. People suffer through terrible hardships - it's cruel to make fun of them."

The urge to retort was powerful. She wanted to snap back that, as someone who spent years as one of those people, she could say whatever she damn well pleased about the subject - that according to Holy Man DeSoto, making jokes about the subject was 'an ingrained coping mechanism that helped her deal with her trauma' or whatever. But - and she could not for the life of her understand why - she kept her mouth shut.

Parvati stiffened to brace herself for the inevitable backlash, but when none came, she relaxed just enough to taste the offered stew. Her eyebrows shot into her messy brow. "This is really good! You said that your former teammate made this?"

"She - created the recipe, yeah." Nyoka couldn't meet her gaze, not what the lump growing in her throat. "That's not important though. You really like it? Even without the methane?"

"It's delicious. It tastes like - oh, what was it dad used to say?" She scrunched her face as she wracked her brain, and the lump in Nyoka's throat dissolved like sugar. "Tastes like Grandma used to make. It's homey and warm, like curling up in a freshly made bed after a hard day of work." She took another bite and closed her eyes, chewing slowly as if to relish every bite. "Mm... I can see why you treasured that teammate. If her personality was anything like her food, she was a really amazing person. "

Nyoka shook her head as she gazed at Parvati, her lips twitching into a rare genuine smile. "God... You're so nice. I... I want to kiss you."

Parvati's eyes drifted open to focus on Nyoka's face. "What did you say?"

Nyoka stared back, frozen in place as her stomach clenched tightly. Oh God - what to do? She couldn't admit what she just said! But what to say?

Parvati sat up straight now, her head tilting ever-so-slightly. Her bottom lip jutted out to give her an adorably confused pout. "Nyoka?"

And now she was taking too long to respond - fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck - In a panic, Nyoka blurted out, "If you died, I wouldn't miss you!"

They both froze, staring at each other - Nyoka in horror, Parvati in confusion. As the gravity of her panic response settled upon them, Nyoka clenched her fists under the table. Her face burned with shame while Parvati's face paled beneath her dusky complexion. Tears began to collect in her amber eyes, and she turned her head down and away. "I - I see. I'm sorry for whatever I said that made you feel that way, Miss Nyoka." She pushed the chair back and stood up, her hands trembling at her side. "I'll just go."

"Parvati, no -" Nyoka reached out instinctively then snatched her hand back. "I didn't - that's not what I - God damn it!" Slamming her fists against the table, she threw her chair to the floor in her haste to get up and storm from the cafeteria. You're not running away, she assured herself as she locked the door to her sleeping pod, longing now more than ever for the ability to slam the door with a satisfying bang. You're taking a step back to collect yourself and figure out what you're going to say to fix this. She punched the door and spun to slide the ground, leaning against it and feeling, for the first time in her life, like a serial character. "Fucking hell, Nyoka..." she muttered as she pinched her brow between her fingers. "You're really in the shit this time. You and your fucking mouth... "

It took an hour and several gulps from her flask to calm her nerves and figure out exactly what she was going to say, but finally Nyoka was ready to tackle the hardest battle she'd ever had to face. Taking a deep breath (and another swig for courage), she opened her door and walked to the kitchen. It took every ounce of self-control she had to keep her body still. Treat this like capturing a raptidon, she encouraged with every step. Don't show fear. Never show fear. You're the baddest bitch on Monarch. They make fucking serials about your adventures. You can handle apologizing to a dorky girl from a hick town.

Despite her totally awesome pep talk, she still had to pause outside the cafeteria and rest her forehead on the cool door frame. You can do this. Deep breath. You know exactly what you're going to say. Just go in, stay on script, and get out. No ad-libbing. You want this to be another Angeline Graves situation? 'course not. All right. Countdown. 3. 2.... 1.

Inhaling deeply, Nyoka pushed open the door and stepped inside. "Parvati, I -"

She stopped short as a sob interrupted her and allowed her blurry eyes to take in the room. Parvati slumped over the table, sobbing into the crook of her arm. "I don't understand what I did! Why -hic- did she have to be so cruel? I thought we were bonding!"

"Hey, it's not your fault," Ellie soothed, rubbing comforting circles between Parvati's shoulders. "Nyoka is a terrible person. She's probably drunk again - she's a total ass when she's drunk. Just ignore her, okay Par?" She looked up and scowled when she saw Nyoka. "What do you want?"

Nyoka couldn't respond; her tongue felt like a dead fish between her teeth. She could only stare, stunned, at Parvati's shuttering form. The realization that she had done this - her cruel words, spat in a moment of sheer panic, had reduced her shy, cheerful crush to a complete emotional wreck - drove like a dagger into her heart.

Ellie was right. What kind of absolute scumbag would do something so awful to such an absolute angel?

"Hey, dipsomaniac. Do you fucking mind?" When she still didn't answer, Ellie raised her other hand to snap her fingers impatiently. "Christ, are you that drunk? The fuck do you want?"

Nyoka finally snapped out of it. "Nothin'," she muttered, lowering her gaze to the floor. "Don't want nothin'." She grabbed two bottles of purpleberry wine and shuffled back to her room, ignoring the muttered scoffs behind her. As soon as the door was securely locked, she sank into her soft cot and popped the first cork. "Here's to being the baddest bitch on Monarch," she whispered, the first salty tear trickling between her lips, "and the fucking worst person on the Unreliable.

Cheers."

#outer worlds #nyoka/parvati #fluff #one shot #outer worlds fic #talia answers

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