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javierpena-inatacvest · 1 month

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Whatever My Wife Wants

Summary: On your honeymoon, Javi decides to break out a new accessory you've never seen him wear before. Little does he know, that seeing him wear a chain for the first time is about to drive you wild.

Word Count: 4.5K

Pairing: Husband!Javier Peña x Wife!Reader (no use of y/n)

Warnings: SMUT (18+), unprotected p in v sex (do better, but also its your honeymoon so who am I to say), oral (f receiving), vaginal fingering, paise kink, literally the biggest, fattest, ugliest breeding kink (I'd say I'm sorry, but I'm not), marriage kink (?) creampie, cum play, kind of exhibitionism (like if you SQUINT), talks of starting a family, Javi LOVES his wife, Javi in a CHAIN, Javi on his honeymoon deserves its own warning, did I mention that Javi LOVES his wife?!

A/N: shoutout to my sweet @honeyedmiller for this request after reblogging this MASTERPIECE from @enstatia. It's supposed to be a painting of Din, but it gave me such big Javi vibes, and I really haven't been the same since picturing the one and only Javier Peña in a chain (bc If i can't unsee it, you shouldn't be allowed to either) 😵‍💫 Also shoutout to Lucien Flores for singlehandedly ruining my life today with that new clip from the Uninvited (but also you can't tell me that this outfit is so Javi on the beach coded PHEW)

Can be read as a standalone or as a part of the Never Too Late Series!

Javi had never been one for jewelry- well, that was until a few days ago when a new golden wedding band had made a home on his hand. Since you had slipped it on his finger, Javi couldn’t get enough of watching it glisten in the warm, tropical sunlight on your honeymoon, a reminder that filled his heart to the brim to know that he was yours forever.

Javi’s new wedding ring was the only jewelry that he had ever pictured himself wearing, until you had mentioned to him in passing while shopping for new clothes for your honeymoon how good he’d look with a chain to go with any of his outfits he had planned for the trip- considering there was no way Javi was going to have no less than 4 buttons undone on his shirt at any given time while basking in the tropical warmth of your honeymoon paradise.

Later on that week, he had dug around in his dresser to find a thin, golden chain necklace he had back from his time in college, that hadn’t seen the light of day in too many years to count. But, given your enthusiasm for the idea of him wearing something like it, Javi had decided to pack it with him in his suitcase to surprise when the time felt right.

Well, after being a few drinks deep at the pool bar from earlier, Javi’s slightly tipsy confidence had him feeling like now was the perfect time to try out his new accessory to see what you thought. Digging through his suitcase, he pulled out out the chain to go with the rest of his outfit for your dinner on the beach, clipping the necklace around his neck as he looked himself over in the mirror, quickly fixing his hair and adjusting his shirt, undoing one more button than probably necessary to show off his new look.

And while he could admit that he didn’t look half bad with it on, and figured you’d like the new surprise addition to his wardrobe, there’d be no way in hell he could have ever prepared himself for the viscerally awestruck reaction you’d have to the thin, gold chain dangling around his neck.

“I can practically feel you burning a hole through my chest, Hermosa.” Javi chuckled, raising an eyebrow at you as he took another bite of his food, giving you a playful smirk at the way you had been ogling at him ever since you had noticed the thin gold chain resting across his tanned skin as you began your walk through the hotel to head to dinner.

“Oh shut up, it’s not my fault you’re so hot. You’re making it very hard not to look, in my defense.” You sighed, trying to get yourself to focus on your food instead of staring at Javi for the rest of dinner, despite the fact that the only meal you had your eyes on was sitting across the table from you. “There’s already something about you being my husband that makes you somehow even hotter than you already were, and now with this?” You picked up your fork, gesturing to the chain dangling between the parted fabric of Javi’s shirt, “I think you may be trying to legitimately kill me.”

“Figured you’d like it. Didn’t think you’d like it this much.” Javi smirked, biting down on his lip before taking another bite of food, his cheeks growing flushed and warm as he looked at you admiring him, wondering how in the hell he had gotten so goddamn lucky. “Thanks, Mrs. Peña.” He laughed, taking another bite of his food, shooting you a quick wink.

Mrs. Peña.

God, if that alone wasn’t enough to send you over the edge already, your new last name, combined with the incredibly attractive man you had gotten it from that you now got to call your husband? On top of that stupidly hot chain he had decided to throw on with his outfit? There was definitely something else you were hungry for other than the half cleared plate below you.

It was then that you couldn’t have been happier you had been seated at a table on the edge of the beachside boardwalk, tucked behind a few stray palm trees, secluded enough out of view that you had no problem reaching under the table to rest your hand on Javi’s knee, toying with the hem of his shorts before letting your fingers creep further and further up his thigh.

“Are you almost done with your food?” You asked, your voice sweet and sultry as your hand brushing against Javi’s crotch immediately caught his attention, making his eyes go wide as he sat up straight, setting down his knife and fork to look down in his lap. “Because if you are, I can think of something else I want for dessert when we go back to our room. Something I want really bad. You wanna feel how badly I want it?”

Javi swallowed hard as your fingers wrapped more firmly around his bulge, gently massaging his dick in your grasp, before grabbing his hand and guiding it to brush along the slit of your sundress and closer to your core, aching and dripping with arousal. Letting his fingers creep up the inside of your thighs and ghost over your folds, his eyes went even wider, jaw practically dropping open to feel that you were not only absolutely soaked, but also not wearing any underwear at all. Using every ounce of composure he had to keep from falling apart right then and there at the dinner table, letting out a deep sigh as he cursed under his breath.

“Jesus fucking Christ. Fuck, baby… Yeah, I can be done right now.” He groaned, nodding at your proposition before wrapping his hand around the meat of your thigh as he took a long inhale, staring you down with darkening eyes and a devilish grin across the table.

Never had you been more thankful that the resort you had picked to stay at was all inclusive, because if either of you had to wait a minute longer for a server to get your bill so you could get back up to your room, the probability of impending implosion would have been practically inevitable.

Firmly intertwining your fingers with his as you grabbed his hand, you were nearly dragging Javi through the hotel to the nearest bay of elevators, pleasantly shocked to find no one else waiting with you to travel up to their room, leaving the two of you alone to catch the next elevator back up to your floor.

Without a word, the second the elevator doors had closed, the two of you were on top of each other, a messy dance of tongue and teeth crashing together, Javi’s hands palming the meat of your ass over your dress while yours roamed over his chest, tracing the freckles of his tanned skin up to the golden chain dangling in the open buttons of his shirt, stopping to wrap the necklace around your finger, tugging Javi closer to you.

“Fuck, you look so good with this on, baby.” You moaned, your words hot against Javi’s skin as you nipped at his neck, chain still tangled in your grasp. “I can’t wait to fu-”

Barely aware of the fact that you had reached your floor, the ding of the elevator was enough to catch your attention and cut you off from completing the rest of your thought before the doors slid open, revealing a group of couples waiting for their ride down to the lobby. Frantically trying to play off the fact that if the elevator ride had gone any longer, you two definitely would have been seconds away from fucking in it, you gulped, giving Javi a nudge to his ribs to bring him back to reality, the two of you quickly trying to slide past the other guests without making a scene.

As the door closed behind you, you and Javi couldn’t help but giggle at the fact that you couldn’t seem to take an elevator trip alone without almost being caught making out like a pair of horny teenagers (which, to be fair, a pair of horny teenagers probably would have had more self control than the two of you being newlyweds on your honeymoon).

With your room only being a few doors down from the elevator, Javi began fumbling in the pocket of his shorts for his room key, working around the full hard on he already had under the fabric from how pent up he was. Quietly cursing under his breath until he found it, as soon as the card was swiping over the lock of the door, Javi was yanking you through into your room, instantly beginning to pull down the zipper to the back of your dress as you fumbled your way back to the bed.

Your dress fell to the floor in a crumpled pile before Javi was tossing you onto the mattress, shocked to see that you also hadn’t even bothered to put on a bra, revealing your glowing skin and obnoxious tanlines from your time spent out in the sun.

“Dirty fucking girl, not wearing anything underneath that dress for me. Fuck me, Hermosa. God, you’re so beautiful. So fucking perfect. My perfect wife.” Javi growled, dropping to his knees at the edge of the bed to part your legs, draping them over his shoulders as he admired the wet mess between your thighs, your slick already coating your folds, glistening in the dim light of your hotel room. “My perfect wife and her perfect fucking pussy already so wet for me.

Dragging his fingers through your folds, collecting your arousal as he ghosted over your throbbing clit, you let out a soft whimper in protest, sitting up on your elbows to look down at Javi, peppering kisses along the soft skin of your thighs.

“Javi, fuck- Baby, I wanted to go down on you. You look so good, I-I wanna taste you, Jav, p-please.” You moaned, your argument becoming less and less convincing as his kisses traveled to your center, nose brushing against your aching bundle of nerves before looking up at you with a lustful smirk, tightening his grip around your hips to hold you in place.

Javi shook his head as he laughed quietly to himself, watching you squirm and buck your hips towards his face, so desperately worked up and aching that the mess between your legs was really beginning to contradict your need to get Javi off before yourself.

“Cariño…” Javi tutted, almost mockingly, digging his fingertips deeper into the meat of your flesh, “You’re not going anywhere ‘till I get a taste. I can’t leave my poor wife all worked up like this, can I?”

Before you had a chance to respond, the flat of Javi’s tongue was dragging through your heat in a long, broad stroke, firmly pressing against your clit, looking up at you with a satisfied grin as you threw your head back in pleasure, a soft whimper escaping from your parted lips. As the last of his lick slid through your folds, you shuttered at the feeling of the metal of his chain ghosting over your cunt as it dangled from his neck, only to cry out as you could feel the other piece of jewelry he was wearing on his left ring finger sink deep into your entrance.

“Oh f-fuck-” You whimpered as another finger breached your tight hole, already sucking him in with your warm, wet walls while his digits curled, bumping against the sweet spot inside you that he knew made you crumble.

“That’s it, baby girl.” He cooed, thrusting his fingers in and out of your cunt before diving back between your legs like a man starved, his tongue dancing in a swirling pattern of flicks and strokes between your folds as he lapped you up. You could feel yourself rolling your hips against his hand, whining at how thick and full he felt inside you, even more so now with the wedding band that had made its permanent home on his finger, taking every chance he could get to watch you cover the glistening gold ring in your arousal as yet another way to prove that you were his.

Javi could feel your pussy beginning to flutter around his fingers as your bottom half squirmed against the sheets of the bed, the knot in your stomach beginning to tighten, tingling building at the base of your spine. Latching his lips around your clit, he began to suck at your sensitive nub, his hand thrusting faster and deeper into your cunt, feeling you slowly coming undone under his touch.

“Oh shit- fuck, fuck, Javi, I’m so close baby, oh fuck, fuck, I’m gonnaaahhhhhh-” Just like that, you were falling over the brink of collapse, your orgasm crashing through you like a tidal wave, pleasure flowing through every inch of your veins as you met your high, feeling the smirk of Javi’s smile pressed against your cunt as you soaked his face, his free hand wrapped around your hip, holding you in place for him.

“Fuck, I swear, I’ll never fucking get over that.” Javi mewled, pulling back enough to sit on his heels, admiring the wet and puffy mess your pussy had become, gently pulling his fingers out of your heat, looking down at the way your arousal coated his fingers, covering his wedding band. “Fucking soaked me, Hermosa. You like feeling my ring when I touch you like that, baby? Knowing I’m all yours forever?”

With your chest heaving in heavy breaths, you nodded frantically, blissed out look plastered across your face as you stared up at Javi, lust pooling in the dark brown of his eyes as he brought his soaked fingers to your mouth, tugging at your bottom lip as, opening your mouth for you to suck him clean, the warm and tangy taste of you still fresh on his skin.

“You taste so fucking sweet, baby. Mi esposa sabes muy dulce.” (My wife tastes so sweet) Javi cooed, gently tugging his fingers out of your mouth, standing up to lean over the bed, caging your body under his as his lips crashed against yours in a needy mess of longing and desperation.

You could feel how painfully hard he was through the fabric of his shorts, his bulge straining against the seams of his zipper as he rubbed against your thigh, laying on top of you with one arm propped up beside your head, the other gently cupping your face, thumb rubbing back and forth along your cheek as he kissed you with the tender intensity that set your insides ablaze with desire, longing, no, needing to feel him buried deep inside you as you screamed his name.

It really had been your intention to suck Javi off the moment you had gotten back to your room, to drop to your knees and worship the beautifully handsome man you now got to call your husband and turn him into the same type of moaning, whimpering mess that he had just made you, but with the ferocity of each kiss and the instinctual jerk of Javi’s hips, there was nothing you wanted more than to be filled by the sweet sting of his cock pounding into you, over and over.

“J-Javi, fuck- I need to feel you baby, please. Fuck, I wanna feel you so deep inside me.” You whispered, your teeth tugging at Javi’s earlobe as he peppered your jaw and neck with kisses, feeling the audible groan in his chest at your request, followed by a deep sigh as he tried to compose himself from the mess he was already becoming.

“Yeah? That’s what you want, sweet girl? Whatever my wife wants, my wife gets.” He rasped, a devilish grin spread between his cheeks as he sat back to pull his shirt over his head, followed by his shorts and boxers, leaving him in nothing but the gold chain still dangling around his neck as he reached down to stroke his cock, red and dripping with precum before leaning back down to line up with your entrance.

You could feel your breath hitch as his tip brushed through your folds, rubbing gently against your clit as he collected your arousal to coat his length, looking down to watch as his length sunk deep into your cunt, the both of you letting out ragged moans at the sensation.

Javi paused for a moment, letting you adjust to the sweet sting of his stretch as he filled you, his tip kissing your cervix while his hips met yours. The fullness made your brain go blank, completely at a loss for words as he began to slowly thrust in and out of you, pulling himself out enough to sink his whole length back into your cunt, each thrust making you whimper and moan, desperate for more.

“F-fuck, give me more, baby, you feel so good.” You whined, your hand wrapping around his bicep, fingertips digging into his flexing muscles.

“Yeah? You want more, Hermosa?” Javi mewled, smirking to himself at the blissed out mess you were already becoming as the pace of his hips rutting into you began to quicken.

As each thrust became faster, the gold chain draped around his neck began to bounce against his chest, his body close enough to yours to feel the cool metal brush against your face with each snap of his hips into yours, the sight of his necklace dangling over you as you stared up at the furrowed and focused look painting his face. The image alone of him wearing that chain was enough to make you feel like you were going to cum on the spot, but as you lay caged beneath the weight of his broad body, feeling nothing but his warm skin and chain rub against you, you were nearly convinced it was going to be over for you right then and there.

Without even thinking, you lifted your head up off the bed just enough to grab the chain between your teeth, tugging him closer to you, the sudden yank making his eyes go wide in surprise as the two of you came nose to nose, foreheads brushing against each other before his lips were on yours again, entangling you in an all consuming kiss without faltering in his pace.

“Fuck, you look so good.” You moaned, your lips parting just enough from his to whisper your praises into his ear. “You look so hot with this fucking chain, Jesus Christ.”

Your comment had a low, breathy laugh escaping from his chest, shaking his head to himself almost in disbelief at how enthralled you were with him.

“Me? Baby girl, you have no idea.” He cooed, slowing his thrusts to sit back on his haunches, readjusting you to bring your knees pressed to your chest, leaning back down, running his hands along your body, up your arms until he had them above your head, pinned down to the bed in his grasp. “You know how many guys I’ve seen staring at you since we’ve been here? How many dirty fucking looks I’ve had to give them? Maybe this ring on your finger isn’t enough, mi amor.”

“W-what do you, fuck- what do mean?” You whimpered, the new position opening you up in a way that had you feeling every inch of Javi as he sank his cock even deeper into your cunt, splitting you open in the most delicious way possible, your brain barely working enough to let your words escape from your mouth.

“I mean,” Javi groaned, tightening his grip to hold you in place, his eyes growing darker with desire with another deep, long thrust into your heat, “That maybe, I need to fuck a baby into, Osita. Fuck a baby into my beautiful fucking wife, and let everyone see that you’re mine with our kid growing inside you.”

Javi’s words sent a shiver down your spine, the thought alone making you whimper- You and Javi both had undeniable cases of baby fever, and now that you were finally married and had agreed that your birth control wasn’t going to be a part of your packing list, the prospect that in 9 months from now, you could have a third member to your family? That was enough to have you close to finishing right then and there.

A gulp traveling down your throat before a long exhale, trying to find the words to respond to his proposition, your voice trembling in an anxious excitement.

“F-fuck- Oh my god, yes. Fuck a baby into me, Javi. Let me, oh shit- let me make you a daddy.”

“Jesus Fucking Christ…” Javi groaned, gritting his teeth, trying his best to maintain his own composure, taking a long exhale before his gaze met yours again, a fierce kind of determination and promise pooling in the deep chocolate brown of his eyes, leaning his body on top of yours, pushing your knees closer to your chest, opening you up to an even deeper angle as his mouth crashed into yours, beginning to pick up his pace once again as his hips snapped into yours. “That’s what you want, Hermosa? Fuck, I’ll give it to you, baby. Oh shit- Whatever my wife wants, my wife gets, remember? You want a baby? Fuck- I’ll fuck myself so deep inside you I’ll fuck a baby into you right now.”

You could feel the all too familiar tingle beginning to build at the base of your spine once again, Javi’s cock pounding perfectly into your g-spot over and over again, the hairs at the base of his length grinding against your throbbing clit, sending you to the brink of collapse with each thrust in and out of your cunt.

“Yes, oh my god- yes, I w-want it so bad. P-please, baby, fuck.” You whined, starting to stumble over your words as you could feel your pussy beginning to flutter around his cock, the coil in your core tightening to the point of nearly snapping.

“Fuck- say it again. Tell me- mierda- tell me how badly you want it.” Javi moaned, his thrusts becoming slopier and more desperate as he could feel himself on the verge of chasing his own high, knowing all too well you were almost hitting yours.

“I want you to fill me up, Javi. Fuck, fuck, fuck- I want it so bad. I want you to knock me up and give me a baby, please, baby, oh my god- please.” You were all but panting at this point, your legs starting to tremble as your cunt clenched tighter and tighter around Javi’s cock, the overwhelming sensation of his fullness, promise of pregnancy, and that damn chain dangling in your face was enough to finally send you over the edge. “Fuck, Javi, fuck, fuckfuckfuck, I’m so close baby, I’m gonna, oh shit- I’m gonna cu-ahhhhhhh.”

Those were the last words you were able to muster before you were screaming out Javi’s name as you came, euphoria and ecstasy radiating through every inch of your body, your orgasm crashing through you with so much intensity you could have sworn you were seeing stars.

Watching you fall apart beneath him, soaking his cock in your arousal as you came had Javi only moments behind you, the rhythm of his hips beginning to stutter, the lewd sounds of your skin slapping against each others combined with your wanton moans and whimpers and curses under your breath making him begin to babble incoherently.

“That’s it, Osita. That’s my good girl. Fucking soak my cock, baby. Cum all over me before I, fuck me- fuck myself so deep in you it’ll fucking take. Holy fuck- Fuck, I’m gonna cum too. Gonna fucking fill you up. Give you all of me. Fuck, I’ll give you everyting, baby, mierda- everything you’ll ever wa-ahhhhhh”

With one last final thrust, Javi was spilling deep inside you, warm ropes of his spend coating your walls, milking himself of every single last drop before collapsing on top of you, the warmth and weight and of his body sinking on top of your chest as the two you sighed in sync, trying to catch your breath with long, labored huffs.

As Javi felt himself begin to soften, a groan rumbled low in his chest while he pulled out, feeling the mix of your spend dripping out your hole, coating the inside of your thighs in glistening juices. You let out an involuntary whimper at the loss of fullness inside you, your head falling back on the mattress in blissed out satisfaction, squeezing your eyes shut, trying to bring yourself back to reality after floating away in post-colotial bliss.

“Holy fuck…” You whispered to yourself, lifting your head back up to see Javi sitting back on his heels, admiring the mess of the two of you pooling between your legs.

“So fucking pretty, Hermosa.” He mewled, peppering kisses down the soft skin of your thighs, making his way back towards your core. Before you could even realize what was happening, Javi’s head was back between your legs, one broad stroke of his tongue collecting the tangy, salty mixture leaking out of your cunt and lapping it back into your entrance quickly replacing his mouth with his fingers to push the mixture of your spend even further into you.

Looking up at you, slick covering his mustache and smug grin spread between his cheeks, Javi curled his fingers just enough to make you yelp as he pressed against your g-spot, considering how worked up and overstimulated you already were.

“Gotta make sure I keep you full of me, baby. Can’t let anything go to waste.” Javi smirked, gently pulling out his fingers, resting his hands on your thighs, drawing soft circles on your skin with his thumbs.

You tried to sit back up, propping yourself on your elbows before Javi’s body was caging over you once again, slowly lowering himself down until your back was flat against the bed, cradling your jaw as guided you down with soft, slow kisses, feeling his chain brush against your chin he pulled away from your lips.

“You’re not going anywhere, Momma. My wife wants a baby? Then I’m doing everything I can to give her one. Whatever she wants.” Javi smirked, pressing a tender kiss onto your forehead as his hand caressed your face, brushing your skin just gently enough to tickle you, a little giggle escaping from your lips as your eyes met his sweet puppy dog ones.

“You’re ridiculous, you menace.” You laughed, playfully nudging Javi as he rolled over next to you on the side of the bed, wrapping his arm around you, tugging you to lay against his bare chest, your hand draping over his stomach before crawling up his chest, wrapping his gold chain around your fingers. “Hmmmm whatever your wife wants, huh?” You smirked, looking up at him with a mischievous grin.

“Whatever she wants, Hermosa.”

“Your wife wants you to never take this damn thing off again.”

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oh-koenig-my-koenig · 2 months

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Hey peeps. I'm really sorry but I actually have bad news and not a Valentine's Day chapter for today. I got diagnosed with tendonitis and I need to rest my hand and not write too much. I'm currently also working on my Master's thesis and that has priority, for obvious reasons I think, and I'm having a really hard time not being able to write some more König stuff, because really that's all I want to do.

I mean, I have found some speech to text programs that work pretty well (I'm actually using it right now to type this out), but it still takes a lot more time and then I still need to proofread manually, so it will take until the weekend or next week to post some more.

I have some chapters already written out that I finished some time ago that might not fit the plot exactly, but will work as random scenes. So I might fall back on some of those for the time being.

I hope you understand and thanks for your patience!

I actually wrote a little scene about it when my wrist first started hurting, so I'm just going to post this today (I also read through it again and the big guy is still my comfort character), maybe some of you can also use a little fluff with König today <3

kissing it better <3

(domestic fluff, hinted-at smut, mdni)

Monday at 8, I go to work after drinking my morning coffee with him and I return to his house again in the late afternoon, finding him and Mimi cuddling on the couch, the little ball of fur snuggling into his broad chest. Seeing them like that, squeezes my heart a little bit.

I hop onto his lap, Mimi meowing because now she isn’t the only one occupying this space anymore. We laugh and I can finally give him a kiss. He kisses me back, his arms wrapping around my waist and thighs.

Next to him on the end table, there are three new bottles of black nail polish. “They didn’t have the brand you normally use, so I just bought a few.”, he explains, smiling at me apologetically.

And this small gesture makes me melt a little. I picture him, the ridiculously tall, scary looking metalhead standing in the boutique in front of the shelf with all the tiny bottles of nailpolish – and then picking out three of the same colour because he didn’t know which one I would like.

“Thanks, even though that wasn’t necessary.”, I say, pressing a little ‘thank you’ kiss onto his nose. I reach for one of the bottles but pull back when a pang of pain shoots through my wrist.

His eyes widen, just a bit, his look fixed on the spot where I hold it against my chest, slowly massaging it. “What happened?”, he asks.

I shrug. “I don’t know, my wrist just hurts.” I sigh. “It started today at work and it just doesn’t go away.”

He catches my hand, pulling my wrist from my hold, and inspects the joint, softly moving it. He stretches it down gently, my small palm between his huge, tattooed fingers. “Does that hurt?”, he wants to know. I shake my head and he pulls it into the other direction. I hiss slightly, as the light sting of pain spreads, and he lets go immediately.

“I think, you may have overworked it a little bit.”, he mumbles, softly massaging the muscles and tendons around the wrist. Pushing his thumbs into the sensitive skin, until I sigh and relax a bit.

König pulls my wrist closer, up to his lips, pressing them onto the joint. Placing soft kisses where it hurts. Kissing it better. I can feel his warm breath coasting over my skin as he slowly makes his way to the inside of my wrist, still rubbing the spots that hurt lightly with his big strong fingers. His eyes snap up to mine, holding my gaze that is already on him.

His tongue darts out, licking over the pulse point, like he can’t help himself. The soft wet touch sends a pleasurable shiver down my spine. My mouth drops open just a little bit as he puts his over the sensitive spot and sucks, gently. A little moan escapes my lips, and I can see the heat in his eyes intensifying.

He pulls back, pressing another kiss to my wrist, lingering a little longer than he needs to. Still holding my gaze. “A little better?”, he asks, with a soft smile. His little kisses seem to be the best medicine, even though they are pure placebo.

“Yes, thank you.”, I say as I lean forward and give him a proper kiss on the lips.

“Just let it rest the next few days and it’ll get better, okay?”, he suggests then.

I nod, but I can’t help myself, as I add-on: “So, no handjobs?”, biting back a grin.

He shoots me a look that tells me to stop being such a brat, but the corners of his mouth turn up. “Exactly, that was my point, Fräulein.”, he answers sarcastically, patting my ass.

His demeanor changes again before he asks: “Are you hungry? I cooked some pasta.” He already kinda knows the answer to that (I can always eat, especially carbs) as he’s getting up, just lifting me up in one swift motion, only to set me down on the floor next to him.

“Starving actually, I didn’t really have lunch today.”, I sigh. “More exhausting clients instead.”

“We’ll get you something to eat and then you can tell me all about it. How does that sound, hm?”, he suggests. His arm snakes around my waist while he presses a little kiss on the top of my head.

“That sounds great.”, I tell him, a small smile on my face, as I take his hand – with the wrist that doesn’t hurt – and follow him to the kitchen.

Mimi gets up as well and tipples after us, her tail flicking up in the air, as she meows again like she wants to say ‘I’m hungry too!’.

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withacapitalp · 1 year

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She's Still Here Pt 2

Pt 1 Link to ao3

“Hey. School today was pretty cool,”

Why would I care about school? School doesn’t mean anything to me now. I'm dead.

“.......”

“Nancy was over the other day. She was crying a lot. I didn’t really know what to do, so I just kinda rubbed her back? I don’t know if she liked it. Did you ever help her when she was upset? Should I be doing something special?”

Nancy likes tea with lemon and honey after she cries. She also hates anyone watching her like that, so she probably loathed every second of it. You would know that if you knew her at all.

“.......”

“I’m going to the movies with Jonathan on Friday. It’s kind of weird that it’s just the two of us…I don’t think he likes me all that much, but I wanna try, you know?”

You were a total ass to him. He doesn’t owe you anything.

“.......”

“Tommy won’t look at me anymore. I think he’s decided the best way to go about things now is pretending I never existed. I think I understand a bit better why you were so upset that night. I should’ve been nicer. I'm sorry about that,”

….yes, you should have. I also shouldn’t have ever come here. He shouldn't be treating you like that.

“.......”

“Do you even want me talking to you? I can stop. If it’s like upsetting or…well, you don’t have to talk back, but I’ll keep hanging out with you. If you ever want me to stop, just give me a sign or something,”

I don’t know. I hate you. You’re a jerk, and you’re not good enough for Nancy, and I died at your house. But I think I might go crazy if you stop talking to me, and I don’t think you have anyone else to talk to either.

“.......”

“Do you get cold? Do you maybe want to come inside?”

I can’t feel anything at all...but I want to come inside. I just don't know how to move anymore.

“.......”

“Jonathan likes the camera. I gave it to Nancy to give to him. I don’t think Jonathan would accept it from me. He likes it though! He showed us a bunch of pictures he took. They were really good,”

Why do you care so much? Why do you want Jonathan Byers to like you this badly? You already have Nancy, you don’t need to butter her up.

Do you want to be his friend just because?

“.......”

“Your parents started having me and Nancy come over for dinner once a week. It’s a nice house, cozy. Not saying like- your parents are just nice people you know? It’s sweet,”

I miss my mom. I miss my dad of course, but I miss my mom so badly it hurts. Could you tell her what happened? I don’t want her to wait forever for me to come home. Could you bring her here? I want to be able to talk to her one last time, and you could help me with that. You would if I asked. I know you would. I just have to ask.

“.......”

“My dad told me if I don’t bring my grades up he’s going to make me wish I was never born.”

Your dad is terrible to you. Like really bad. It’s kind of crazy that Steve 'The Hair' Harrington has such a fucked up family. Either way, you shouldn’t listen to a word either of them says…and you should stay at Nancy’s the night report cards come out. They’ll leave again eventually, but till then it isn’t safe for you to be here. I hate that I just have to listen as they tear you apart. I hate that I can’t tell them to stop. I hate that the only person who would hear me is you.

“.......”

“Sorry I come out here so late. I just don’t sleep so good anymore,”

I know. I hear you screaming at least twice a week. Is that why you don’t let Nancy stay over anymore? Maybe you just like her house better. You can come talk to me though. I should start talking back. I should help you. I think you need help.

“.......”

“It’s my birthday. I’m 18 today. I don’t feel any different. Mrs. Wheeler made a cake, and then Nancy and Jonathan took me to the movies. It was fun. I- it’s gonna sound stupid, because I know we weren’t friends and you probably hate my guts, but I wish you could’ve been there. I think it would’ve made Nancy happy.”

I’m never going to get to have another birthday. You’re right. We aren’t friends.

But I don’t think I hate you anymore. I know too much of you now.

“.......”

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((Incase it was confusing the italics are Barbara's thoughts. She never actually answers Steve.....yet))

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Pen pal's - Bill Guarnere x F!Reader

Summary: Bill's childhood friend and neighbor writes him a letter after Henry is killed. They keep writing each other throughout the war, but following the events after Bastogne Bill sends a final letter that might end their future before it can really start.

Warnings: she/her pronouns, reader goes by childhood nickname, angst (mentions of war & healing from injuries), does have happy ending.

A/N: I have the biggest respect for the real life heroes of WWII (and all other wars, past & current), this work & all other works is based on the actor(s) and character(s) portrayed in the Band of Brothers series.

A/N pt 2: Full transparency, this one sorta got away from me but I let my creative muse take over and here we are. I was sitting on this idea for a minute and honestly, I love how it turned out. Hopefully y'all like it too! Comments, likes, and reblogs please!! Thank you!

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It was two weeks after Henry passed when a letter arrived for Bill. He didn't recognize the handwriting, but he knew the return address by heart. It was the house right next door to his childhood home. His suspicions of who it was from was confirmed once he started reading it.

Billy, I've spent the last week trying to figure out something comforting and eloquent to say but all I can come up with is; I'm so sorry about Henry. I can't imagine how you feel. I can't do much to make you feel better over there but I promise to help your mom and sisters with anything they need. You all have been a second family to me my whole life. I pray you stay safe and come home soon. Pip. P.S. I found this picture in one of my old journals and it made me smile. I hope it can do the same for you.

Bill flipped over the photograph that had been included and did, in fact, smile. It was three young kids laughing at the camera, completely covered in mud. He was pulled from the memory of that day when a hand grabbed the picture away from him.

"Henry, Billy, and me." Luz read the back of the picture out loud before flipping it around. "Who's the girl?"

"None of your business." Bill grabbed the picture back and stuffed it in his breast pocket, sending Luz a glare.

Not being fazed at all, Luz leaned over and skimmed at the letter Bill was still holding. "Billy? Who's Pip? Same girl from the picture?"

"Who made you the new Nixon around here? Fuck off, will ya."

"What's got Gonorrhea's in a twist?" Toye asked as he joined the two of them.

"Got some letter and picture from a girl." Luz wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

"What, girl's not your type anymore?" Toye smirked at Bill.

"Both of you's, shut the fuck up. It's a neighbor I grew up with. She's like family."

"She cute?" Toye asked at the same time Luz said, "Is she single?"

"She's nothing to you two's or I'll break your jaws." With a final glare Bill folded up his letter and walked away. Toye and Luz smirked at each other, knowing this wouldn't be the last time they pissed him off about this mystery girl.

Pip dropped the remaining pieces of mail on the ground and rushed to her room, eager to read the letter addressed to her in messy handwriting. She knew she was smiling like an idiot as she read it, but she didn't care.

Pip, I appreciate you reaching out and taking care of ma and the girls for me. I couldn't ask for anyone better to watch over them. You're picture did make me smile, something I haven't done much of lately. I can still hear our ma's chewing us out over ruining your dress. Said Henry and I were keeping you from being a 'proper lady'. And if I remember correctly your response was you'd be one "when pigs fly". Thanks for reminding me of happy times. Don't be a stranger. Billy.

Two weeks later, another letter arrived.

Pip, I saw a field with some horses in it today and I thought of you. How you always wanted to live just outside the city with some land to have a horse and lots of dogs. I hope you get to have that one day. Maybe I'll come by and visit when you do. Billy

The next day as Pip made to leave the house to drop her response off at the post office, she ran into her mother.

"Where you off to in such a hurry?" The gleam in her eye and glance down at the letter in Pip's hand made it obvious she already knew the answer. Pip decide to play along since she was an only child and her mother needed to fuss over someone now and again.

"Just sending a letter back to Bill." She'd stopped calling him Billy out loud to people, but that's who he'd always be to her.

"Yes, I saw he'd send another letter. His poor mother doesn't even get back to back responses that quick. Lucky girl." She mused, smiling at the blush forming on Pip's cheeks.

"It's not like that, we're just old friends."

"Of course. Well, check with his mother and see if they have any mail to send out along with yours." Pip nodded, gave her mother a kiss on the cheek and practically sprinted out the houses before any more questions or observations could be made.

Bill couldn't figure out why he was so anxious after sending that second letter to Pip. She was just his neighbor, a life long family friend, like a sister... Well, not entirely like a sister. Henry always saw her like a sister, taking her under his wing and becoming the big brother she didn't have. His sisters saw her as an older sister, someone to play dress-up with and get boy advise from. But him...he'd never really seen her as that. She was family, absolutely. But not his sister.

When her response came, he wasn't sure if his anxiety got worse or better as he ripped it open.

Billy, I would have loved to have seen that field (although, maybe not during war time). I'm surprised you remember that, I think we were seven or eight when I came up with that idea. I never told you but I always imagined you'd live right next door to me and we'd see each other everyday, like we always did before this war. No matter where I end up, I'd still like you to visit. Pip

"Another letter from your 'family friend'?" Toye jumped down into the foxhole next to Bill.

"Why you sayin' it like that? She is a family friend. And what do you care who I get letters from?" Bill grumbled, folding his letter up and stuffing it inside his jacket.

"Luz said her name was, Pip. What's that about?" Toye asked, completely ignoring Bill's grumpy mood and response.

Bill gives a loud sigh, knowing that Toye isn't going to drop it and by extension neither will Luz until they've discovered everything to do with her.

"It's a nickname. Short for Pipsqueak. She was always this tiny little following me and Henry around back home."

"Sounds annoying." Toye says offhandedly, looking at his companion out the side of his eye. He see's a small smile form on Bill's face.

"At first, I guess. But honestly, it became so normal I never really thought about not including her in things." There's a long stretch of silence as they keep watch, then Bill speaks again. "She's family, but she's not my sister. Never has been. Does that make sense?"

"Yeah, it does." Toye lights up a cigarette, passing one over to Bill. "Should tell her that someday." Bill doesn't respond, just lights up the cigarette and pulls a long drag from it.

The weeks and months that follow are filled with countless letters sent back and forth. There's no declarations of love or detailed accounts of the war, just two people sharing memories or tidbits about their days.

Pip would fill in the blanks about what was going on with his sister's love lives; who was a bum, who seemed nice, who looked weird. Once she gave him the play by play, as she could remember it, of a dinner at his house with the whole family, her, her mother, and a new beau his sister Marie was dating. His name was Paul, but said to call him Paulie. Pip and his two younger sisters, Bianca and Isabella, were on the verge of giggles all night because his voice sounded so much like a parrot and they wanted to ask him if he wanted a cracker. Then there was the shameful cooking lesson their mom's tried to have with Pip, that resulted in five burned pies.

Bill would tell her about the country side they'd go through and different animals he would encounter. He'd also tell her about the guys and stupid shenanigans they'd get up to. How getting shot in the ass started to become an Easy Company right of passage. When he meets Babe, he tells her about another Philly kid that grew up not far from them and how he's alright. He tells her about a game of darts he played with Babe as his partner, against a George Luz and Buck Compton, saying how they lost but he knows if she'd been his partner they would have won because they always make a great team.

They share memories from their childhood, some including Henry some with just the two of them. When she comes across them, Pip sends old pictures of them for him to have. One he becomes especially fond of is them at 16; they're at the local fair, he's holding a huge teddy bear he's just won above his head with one arm, the other is thrown over Pip's shoulder and she's got her arms wrapped around Isabella's shoulders as the younger girl is standing in front of her. They're all smiling, but only Bill and Isabella are looking at the camera. Pip is looking straight at Bill.

He got a lot of ribbing and questions from the guys when that picture came, but he just told them all to 'fuck off'. By this point it was common knowledge that Bill did, but didn't, have a girl back home. The guys loved to annoy him but truly they were happy he had someone, not all of them did.

Slowly, almost naturally, the letter's started becoming more intimate. Not sexually but emotionally. Greetings went from Dear, to Dearest, then Darling, eventually landing on "My Billy/Pip". Signatures would mix some type of variation of "Love, your Billy/Pip" and "Always yours, Billy/Pip". There still hadn't been any type of declaration of feelings, but they'd often write each other about the future and things they wanted to do or see together. They were always together no matter the plan or idea that popped in their heads about life after this war.

Then one day, in a forest in the dead of winter, everything changed.

It had been months since Bill and Toye were shipped back to the hospital for their surgeries and rehabilitation before getting to go home. Months since he'd last responded to one of Pip's letters. He knew, she knew what had happened as he'd written his ma letting her know he was okay after a telegram went out about his injury from the army. He couldn't stand the idea of her being worried sick about him, not after what happened with Henry.

Pip never mentioned the accident, just kept her letters light and full of the day to day happenings. But they always ended the same way, "P.S. Take your time, I'm here when you are ready and I'll always be yours." Each new letter was like a dagger in his heart. He loved her, so much so that he was planning to ask her to marry him when he thought he'd be going home a whole man. But now, how could he ask her to be with him when he wasn't all she deserved?

One day, he grabbed some paper and a pen and started his own version of a Dear John letter.

Pip was both relieved and terrified when she got a letter from Bill. He hadn't responded since being sent to the hospital to have his injury tended to. When his mother had gotten the telegram, all the army had said was that he was injured and being sent out immediately to their primary hospital. After what happened to Henry, she was in a terrible state so Pip pitched in as much as she could while wanting to breakdown herself. Soon enough a letter from Bill himself came and explained the situation as best he could and what was going on, but ultimately letting his mom and sisters know he was already. They'd all cried together when they read that. She waited weeks but no letter arrived for her. As time went on, she accepted that he needed time to heal and figure things out, so she kept sending him updates on his family and things in town, praying that one of them would trigger some type of response. Now she held one in her hands and she didn't know what it would contain.

Sitting in her room, she opened the letter and with each word felt her heart breaking.

My Pip, I am sorry I have not written. Truthfully, I have not known what to say. I know you must have gotten updates from my ma on my condition and I suppose that was the cowards way of letting you know and again, I am sorry. I didn't think this was how I would be telling you this but, I love you. I'm so damn, madly in love with you it's all I can think about lying here. But I can't keep this going any longer. You deserve someone not scarred, literally and emotionally, from this war and the horrors that have leaked inside me. I want you to have everything you've ever dreamed about. I just can't be the one to give it to you. I will love you till my last breathe. Love you always, Billy

With her letter crumpled in her hands, Pip curled up into her bed and cried until there was nothing left to come out.

Bill knew he should feel lucky. Hell, he was the luckiest damn bastard he knew of right now. He was finally home after being away for years, seeing the worst of human nature, eating a home cooked meal surrounded by his mother and sisters that he'd missed terribly. But there was still a large aching hole in his heart the shape of the girl next door. He'd been home for a month and they'd yet to run into each other. He wasn't sure if he could handle seeing her after the letter he'd sent, but that didn't stop him from praying for just one glance.

His sisters had seen her a few times since he'd been home, but every time he asked how she was they just shot him a glare and changed the subject. They obviously knew enough to have picked her side and he couldn't blame them.

"You're awfully quiet tonight, William." His mother's voice brought him back to the present. "Everything okay?" He suddenly felt like a child again under her critical gaze.

"Yeah, I'm good ma." He slapped on a quick smile, which dropped quickly at hearing Bianca and Isabella snort and cough at the end of the table. "What's up with you two?"

"They're tired of you lying. We all are." Marie sent him a cold look.

"I'm not lying about anything." He clenched his jaw to keep his temper in check. These were his sisters, not the boys, he couldn't react like he wanted.

"Yes, you are. Pip is too. You're both miserable. We see it everyday. Just admit you made a mistake and apologize." Marie turned fully to face him and gave him a look that challenged him to deny any of it.

Before he could say anything, his mother cut in. "Girls, go to your rooms. I wanna speak with William. Go on." She gave them her no nonsense look when they didn't move fast enough. With a few grumbles they all left the room and the silence that over took Bill and her was tense.

"Ma, I don't want to talk about it." Bill sighed, leaning back in his chair.

"You don't have to speak, just listen, yeah? You're my child and when you have a child you pray that they find happiness and have all of their dreams come true. It sounds foolish, but that's the truth. Throughout the years, I've always believed that your happiness lie with Pip and when you started writing each other I knew I was right. Every time she would relay some story you wrote her or say "Bill said this, Bill said that" it was like looking in a mirror to when I first fell for your father. Once you've had a great love, you recognize it in other people. Now, looking at both of you all I can see is myself after your father passed. A sorrow that settles in the bones and your soul and never quite goes away. I know you had the best intentions in mind when you did, what you did, but if it's slowly killing you both inside was it really for the best?"

Bill couldn't bring himself to meet her eyes, too afraid he'd completely break down, so he stared at his plate and fiddled with the table clothe. Eventually his mom got up, gave him a kiss on the cheek and left him alone with his thoughts.

Two days later, Pip stood at the back door of the Guarnere house. She'd promised Bianca she'd help her pick a dress for her upcoming dance and after much back and forth, and almost tears, had agreed to come to their house only because Bianca swore Bill would be gone. As she entered the kitchen, she called out to Bianca but didn't receive an answer. She walked further into the house, heading towards the living room still calling out.

"Bianca? Anybody? Hello? I swear if she stood me up, I'm gonna kill her." Just as she finished her though out loud, she stopped dead in her tracks. In the middle of the room stood Bill on his crutches, holding her favorite flowers in one hand. Every time she opened her mouth to say something, she couldn't think of anything and closed it again. Eventually, Bill broke the silence.

"Don't be mad at Bianca, I bribed her to get you over here. I understand if you don't want to hear anything I have to say and walk out, but if you give me a few minutes I swear you'll never have to see me again if that's your wish." Hesitantly, Pip walked into the living room and followed Bill's lead by sitting on the sofa. Slowly she took the flowers from him and laid them in her lap, meeting his eyes.

"I've been practicing what to say all day, but can't seem to remember a damn thing now." He gave a humorless chuckled, clenching and unclenching his hands to steady himself. "What I did, all of it, is unforgivable. I...All I could think about in that hospital was all the things I wouldn't be able to do with you. All the things I might not be able to give you. I believed I was doing what was right, by pushing you away so you could find someone else. But underneath all of that I was scared too. Scared you'd see me now and think less of me. Would always look at me with pity in your eyes and I'd never be that great man you deserve. Now, I'm scared I've lost the only person that matters. Every day since I sent that letter, and especially since being home, it's felt like a wound is festering inside me and I can't fix it. I know I've hurt you, and I'll never forgive myself for that, but if you can just give me a chance to make it right I'll spend forever making it up to you."

Bill would've given her his beating heart if she asked for it. The longer the silence stretched, the more he was sure she would say goodbye. He held his breathe as one of her hands, shakily raised and cupped his cheek. She had tears in her eyes.

"How could I possibly look at you and think less? You've been everything I ever wanted since we were kids. And now everyone knows what I always knew, that you're a hero and a great man. We've had each other backs for forever, I don't think we should stop now. I don't care if we can't do certain things the way we talked about, we will find new ways to do them. All I want, all I've ever wanted, is you by my side. I'll accept your apology under on condition."

"Anything." His answer was immediate.

"Kiss me." The words were barely out when he pulled her closer to him and pressed his lips to her, firmly and with all the passion he had inside him.

Bonus scene: 6 months later

Everyone seemed to be having a good time; drinks were flowing, people were dancing, and in the corner taking a break from mingling, the bride and groom were sipping champagne and sneaking kisses.

"When can we leave?" Bill mutters, nipping her bottom lip quickly.

"I spent all day getting ready, I'm wearing this dress as long as possible." She half joked, taking a sip from her flute.

"I never said you had to take it off." Bill whispers in her ear, smirking at the blush on her cheeks.

"Control yourself and I'll let you take it off, however you want." She shoots him a wink and then grabs her purse, pulling a small box out of it. "Here, I have a gift for you."

Bill raises an eyebrow, taking the box from her. "What is it?"

"Just open it." She smiles at him.

Bill pulls the top off and pulls out a little figurine, laughing instantly. It's a small pig with wings attached. When pigs fly. He looks back and her and cups her cheek.

"I love you, Mrs. Guarnere."

"I love you, Mr. Guarnere."

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phantomdoofer · 7 months

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Trigger warning for suicidal ideation.

Side Story: Raggiungendo il fondo

The throbbing pain in Peppino's head finally woke him up. "Uuuiigh..." he groaned. He lifted his head off the floor and looked around. His bedroom. That's where he was. His old football jersey on the wall. A picture of the three of them - he was barely more than a baby, the three of them smiling happily, unaware they would soon be parted. An Italian flag his Papa had brought with him. Posters for various bands he'd liked. Before.

Mama kept it just like it was.

He dragged himself up off the ground, every muscle screaming at him. He was right next to the bed - obviously, in his drunken state, he'd meant to flop on the bed, and missed spectacularly. Several things from the bedside table were spread around the floor. The lamp was broken - again. He groaned, and stumbled into the kitchen, looking for tape. His head was throbbing. Need something to make it stop. He opened the fridge - there was the stack of beers he kept around. He grabbed one and downed it.

The pain started ebbing. It didn't go away. That's better.

He fumbled in the drawer, looking for something to fix the lamp. Then he looked at the clock. Oh shit, I'm late! Again! Slamming the drawer shut, he scrambled to get his wallet and keys. He stumbled out the door, got halfway down the hallway, turned back to lock the door. The foreman's gonna rip me a new one! He left the building, hopped on his scooter, and took off.

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Peppino slowly unlocked the door, body and heart dragging. He could barely lift his head. As he entered the tiny apartment, he smelled food cooking. His stomach churned. He felt hungry and nauseated at the same time.

"There you are, ragazzo," his mother called. "Come, I made spaghetti. You haven't eaten again today, I suppose."

He stumbled to the table and flopped down in a chair. He couldn't look at her. He simply stared at the table.

She sat a plate down in front of him, then sat at her own spot. "Pino, what is it?"

Peppino continued staring at the table. "I got fired again."

His Mama looked down. "Oh, Pino. I'm sorry." She stood and placed a hand on his shoulder. "But if you got fired, where have you been? Looking for a new job?"

He snorted. She knew where he'd been - he reeked of alcohol. It had taken a major effort just to stumble home, instead of landing in a gutter. "Why... why d'you-a put up w'me? I'm-a useless. Just-a dragging you down. I should just... go and..."

She inhaled sharply, and smacked him. "Peppino Spaghetti, don't you ever say that in front of me again!" She cupped his face with both hands. "You are my son. I will always be here for you. You can make it through this. I know it."

He looked into her eyes and saw love and concern. But her eyes are so tired. So very tired. My fault. That's my fault. She's killing herself. For me. His eyes welled with tears.

The sound of bullets and screams faded into his mind.

He dashed to the refrigerator, grabbed the strongest bottle of liquor he could find, and downed it like water. No, not again. Not again!! As he gasped for air, he looked and saw his Mama staring at him. She must hate me. I'm just a useless piece of shit.

Her heart broke a little more, seeing her son so miserable and broken. They'd never been able to afford therapy. "Pino, if only there was something I could do to help you more. But all I can do is give you time and space. You have to fix this yourself."

Peppino stood, weaving on his feet as the alcohol dulled his mind. He couldn't think. "I... I'm gon' go t'bed." He stumbled to his room and shut the door.

She could only stare sadly at the uneaten plate.

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Peppino stared at the wanted ads in the paper. It had been a week since he'd been fired, and a week before he'd been sober enough to do this. Not much to choose from. He saw the ad for the construction position he'd been fired from already posted. Another opportunity wasted.

His body ached for another drink. But he tried to resist. He'd thrown all the beer and wine out this morning. No more. I've got to get it together. For Mama. So he was looking for something, anything. The prospects were not good. I've gotten myself tossed out of every good job in town that I'm qualified for. He scanned for anything.

Hm. Gas station attendant. Not much, but better than nothing. He circled it and stood to leave.

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Peppino stumbled in the door. Three jobs, three rejections. Word of his unreliability had apparently gotten around. I really am a good-for-nothing piece of shit. He wobbled into the wall. The pain had been too much. And the screams had started again. So he'd stopped for a few drinks. And then a few more. Then he'd gotten in a fight with some random guy. He rubbed his cheek. He hadn't been able to find the missing tooth after the guy had punched him. I deserve it. I'm so fucking pathetic.

He sat down at the table and started sobbing. Useless. Worthless. Sack of shit. You let them down. You let them die. He clutched his head as the voices cursed him, the explosions and crackle of fire present as always. Coward. Weakling. Leech. Parasite. Be a man for once. Just kill yourself.

He looked up. There was his Mama's array of cooking knives. He pulled one of the largest out, a wicked butcher knife. He fingered the edge.

So sharp. Very sharp.

All it would take was one slice... one slice and she'll be rid of me. She'll be free. I can see my fratelli again. See Papa again.Just one slice...

He held the knife up to his throat.

Wait. A thought pierced the haze of alcohol and depression. Mama's always home by now. Where is she?

He looked in her bedroom. "Mama?" Nothing. Her wallet and keys were gone. He checked the bathroom. "M- Mama??" Nothing. His bedroom. Nothing. That was the entire place. He rushed outside, stumbling as he fought for control of his body. No sign of her. Her car was gone. None of the neighbors had seen her. He started panicking. He called her phone.

A strange voice answered. "Hello?"

Peppino got angry. "Who is this?? Why do you have Mama's phone! Where is she?"

The voice sounded concerned. "Oh, are you her son? We tried to reach you hours ago!"

Peppino remembered he'd forgot and left his phone at home. Another stupid move. "What's going on?"

"This is the hospital. Your mother had a heart attack at work today."

Peppino's heart and mind froze solid. Mama. "Is... is she..."

"She's alive," they replied, "but very weak. She's in the intensive care unit. She's asking for you."

Peppino shook his head. "I'll be there subito!" He hung up. His body screamed for more alcohol. No, shut up. He was too far gone as it was. He had to get to the hospital.

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Peppino rushed through the doors to the ICU, and was immediately beset by a burly orderly. "Sir," he said in an intense sotto voce, "this is an intensive ward! You have to be very quiet!"

Peppino tried not to scream. "My Mama is here! Margherita Spaghetti! Where is she?"

The orderly looked sympathetic. "Ah, you're her son, I guess? She's down in 13. She's lucky to be alive. She's been asking for you for hours."

Guilt stabbed him once again, worse than a bullet wound. "Grazie!" He walked quickly to the quiet room. A doctor and two nurses were talking outside the room in quiet voices. They looked up as he approached. I must look terrible - badly shaven, bruised, bloody, reeking. Like some hobo off the street.

"Are you Mr. Spaghetti?" the doctor asked. "I'm the doctor in charge of your mother. She's had a very serious heart attack. She's very lucky to be alive." He flipped a sheet on a clipboard. "However, we can't find any blockages or palpitations to explain the attack. Our conclusion so far is stress. Has she been in any stressful situations as of late?"

Only working herself to death and supporting her deadbeat drunkard of a son. "Yes, I'd say she has," Peppino replied.

"Then it's imperative that you reduce her stress levels," the doctor said. "She needs rest, badly. Otherwise she'll be in here again in short order. She may not survive another one."

Peppino held back tears. "Can I see her?"

"I think that would be best," one of the nurses responded. "She's been fretting over you since we got her here. Hopefully seeing you will calm her enough for her to rest. Go on in. Just be quiet. Try not to disturb her too much."

Peppino tiptoed into the room. The beeping of the machines threatened to set off his memories again. No, he shook his head, you have to be strong for her. But the sight of her hooked up to so many machines tore what was left of his resolve to shreds. He sat beside her, grabbed her hand, and started sobbing. "This is my fault. This is-a all my fault."

She stirred, and looked over at him blearily. "Pino. They... finally reached you."

Peppino choked as he sobbed. "I'm s-so sorry, Mama. I should've done-a more. I'm useless. Letting you w-work-a yourself to death while I hide in-in a bottle." He laid his head down on her hand.

"Pino, Pino." She gently reached over and patted his head. "Don't be so hard on yourself. You've... lived through terrible times. You've lost... so much. Including... yourself. You..."

She slumped back. Peppino's heart stopped. "Mama? Mama??"

She cracked her eyes. "I'm... still here, Pino. Just... so tired. I... need to sleep. But... promise me. Promise me you'll rest? That you'll be there when I wake up?" She looked so fragile. "Please."

He took her hand in both of his. "I promise, Mama. I won't-a leave." He kissed her forehead. I'll stay. For you.

She smiled, and closed her eyes. Her breathing slowed into the rhythm of slumber.

He stood, and walked over to the nurses' station. He felt a fire in him now, burning in the dark. For her. He approached a nurse. "Is there somewhere in-a here I can get some food and water? I'll-a be staying if I can."

She smiled. "Of course, Mr. Spaghetti. The commissary is on the bottom floor. And the rest area is just outside the doors."

"Grazie." He took the elevator down to the commissary. Can't do this on an empty stomach. He took a couple of sandwiches and sat to eat, not really tasting them, but determined to keep moving.

There was only one other person in the commissary, an elderly gentleman who looked around his Mama's age, tall, thin, with a bushy gray mustache. He kept glacing at Peppino. Wonder what his problem is.

Finally the man stood and walked over to him. "Excuse me, signore, I'm sorry to intrude, but is your name Spaghetti?"

Peppino leaned back in surprise. "Y-yes, I'm-a Peppino. Peppino Spaghetti. Do... I know you?"

The man smiled. "No, but I knew your father. Sergio? We were in my Papa's culinary school together. My name is Alphonso. Alphonso Tagliatelle."

He held out his hand, which Peppino cautiously shook. "Nice... nice to meet you." He brightened up. "You knew my Papa?"

He smiled. "Sì. You look a great deal like him, if smaller. Quite the talent, your Papa was. He worked at one of my Papa's pizzerias. He was a good man. Very modest. Too modest, really." He sighed. "Papa and I were both upset when he passed. Papa himself passed not long after. He always said your father's death was such a great loss." He sat. "What brings you here? If I may be so bold, you look like you've been to Hell and back."

Peppino sighed. It was slightly rude, but totally true. "Mama had a heart attack today. I was too drunk to know until I got home. I just-a got here."

"Drunk?" He sat back. "Vino in moderation is a fine thing, but such behavior is unbecoming. What in the world drives you to such a thing?"

Peppino stood up sharply. "Who are-a you to preach to me?" He yelled. Several workers looked at him in concern. "You don't-a know me! You don't-a know what I've been through!"

The man never moved. "No, I don't. But you seem to need some guidance, signore. I would help you, if you would let me."

The calm demeanor took Peppino by surprise. He sat back down. "I... I'm sorry, signore. It's just... I'm so scared, and my mind is still so foggy, and..." he put his head down his hands. "She's all I have."

He reached across and and patted his shoulder. "I understand, ragazzo. Now please. Tell me. There's more eating at you than this. A man like you does not end up looking like a scruffy vagabondo for only that."

"I... was in-a the army. A medic. In the war. They took so many of us. One by-a one. I couldn't... couldn't save them. Then... an ambush. The bombs. The fire. Only-a two of us left..." Peppino poured his soul out to the man, who listened intently, asking occasional questions.

The pain remained. But Peppino felt a little better, telling someone else. It's a start.

Alphonso clasped his hands. "You've had a hard life, Peppino. Am I correct in thinking you're between jobs?"

"Sì, signore, you're right,"Peppino replied. "I've... been-a too deep in a bottle. But I need to find-a something. Anything. For Mama."

Alphonso leaned back. "Then I have a proposition for you. I recently reopened my Papa's culinary school. Would you like to join?"

Peppino stammered. "M-me? A professional chef?" He'd always done some cooking, but to do it as a job sounded... wonderful. Then he sighed. "I appreciate your offer signore, but I could never afford it."

Alphonso smiled. "You were in the Army, yes? Medically discharged?" Peppino nodded. "Then there are funds for such people. To learn new trades once they leave service. Did they not tell you?"

Peppino shrugged. "Probably. I doubt I heard, though. I was too far gone."

"I suggest you look into it, Peppino. If you have even half your father's talent, you would make a fine chef."

Peppino looked up. "Thank you, signore, I will. And thank you for giving a broken man some hope. How can I contact you?"

Alphonso slid a slip of paper to Peppino. "This is my business number. Simply leave me a message and I'll contact you. Let me know when you're ready."

Then another man, who looked like a younger version of Alphonso with a curlier mustache, walked up. "Papa, the bambino is here. A healthy boy. Oh, and my wife is fine as well." The last one was spoken as if an afterthought. He looked at Peppino, and a curl of disgust twisted his mouth. Peppino glared at him. Arrogant maiale, Peppino thought. "Who is this... person you're speaking to?"

Alphonso frowned at him. "This man is Peppino Spaghetti. Do you remember Sergio Spaghetti, that I went to school with? This is his son. He's looking to join my school."

Bruno frowned. "Father, we don't need another janitor."

Peppino jumped to his feet. "See here, tu miserabile-!"

"BRUNO!" Alphonso roared. "You will not disrespect the son of my friend! Always I've tried to curb your arrogance, just as Papa did. But since you've opened your own restaurant, it's come back with a vengeance." He sighed. "You have talent, Bruno, it's true, but your arrogance will be your undoing."

Bruno snorted. "I'm just stating facts, Papa. We'll see how he does." He looked down his nose at Peppino. "If he can even afford to get in."

Peppino cocked his fist back, ready to break the arrogant stronzo's nose and knock out a few of those perfect teeth. But he paused. No, can't afford to go to jail again. Mama needs me. He gritted his teeth and put his hand down, but continued to glare at Bruno.

The man had cowered back, covering his face. "Papa, you can't let this violent suino into your school! He threatened me!"

Alphonso crossed his arms. "If your life had been half as hard as his, bambino, you'd be violent, too. And you need to learn when to watch your tongue. Not everyone will be as nice as Peppino here. Peppino, let me know when you're ready. Come, ragazzo. I'd like to meet my grandson." He bowed to Peppino and left. Bruno gave him a sullen glare, then followed.

Peppino sat down. An amazing opportunity had just landed on his lap. I can't let this one slip past me. He slapped the table. I WON'T.

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It had been three weeks before Margherita had been able to come home. Death had been close. Peppino had been on a blade's edge the entire time. He couldn't spend all his time at the hospital - if he was going to take care of himself, he couldn't do it in a public restroom. So, after the first night, they had decided he would stay during the day and go home at night.

Peppino had also resolved to break his alcoholism. That had been maddening. Every day, and all night, his body screamed at him for alcohol. The pain was excruciating. Violent, nauseous migraines tore his patience to shreds. He'd almost broken their table in half one night in a pained rage. He cried and moaned through the nights, alternately begging himself for a drink and growling obscenities at himself for his weakness. For her, for you, for them had become his mantra. He ran to the hospital and back every day, trying to sweat some of the weight off. It was... hard. But slowly, he started to feel a difference. His heart didn't seem to pound as much. He didn't get as winded going up the stairs. The pain started to lessen. He slept a bit more.

Of course, the night terrors remained. But he had a tether now, something to aim for.

For her. For you. For them.

One day, cleaning a closet, he'd found a priceless treasure: his Papa's old recipe book. As he'd leafed through the pages, a small note had fallen out. He carefully opened the crackling paper.

His father's hand.

Pino, as I write this...

A few minutes later, Peppino's face was awash with tears. He gently hugged the letter to his chest, as choking sobs tore through him.

Peppino rocked gently, as he digested the loving words of a father he'd barely gotten to know.

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On the twenty-second day after her heart attack, Peppino carefully loaded her into a cab. "Are you Ok, Mama?" he asked.

"I'm fine, Pino, really," she said, her voice weak but cheerful. "Stop acting like an old broody gallina."

Peppino was happy enough to try some sarcasm. "Oh, sorry Mama, I guess I shouldn't-a worry when you nearly die."

She slapped him gently on the arm as the cab took off. "Shush, you. You know I appreciate it. I just want to sleep in my own bed." She leaned back and closed her eyes. "The constant beeping made it hard to rest properly." She cracked open an eye, and grinned mischievously. "You didn't sell the bed, did you?"

Peppino rolled his eyes. "Ay, Mama, you're in a mood today." He smiled. "I'm glad."

She pinched his cheek. "There's less cheek there to pinch, Pino. You've been working hard. Have you spoken to Alphonso yet?"

Peppino nodded. "I told him once I-a got you settled I'd be ready. The grants came-a through already. I'll-a start next week."

"She nodded again. "Good." She looked at him pointedly. "I want you to promise me something, Peppino Antonio Spaghetti."

He sat up straight. Funny how a twenty-five year old man still turns into a little kid when his Mama uses his full name. "Of course, Mama."

"Don't give up on this to spare me. I want you to promise you'll finish. That you'll make a life for yourself."

His eyes widened. "Mama, I can't- I won't just abandon you!"

"I don't mean completely, you silly polpetta! I mean, don't skip class to sit with me. Don't miss studying to cook me dinner. Do what you must to succeed." She patted his face. "That will make me happier than anything else."

He relaxed a bit. "S-sì. Va bene, Mama. If that's what you want."

When they arrived, Peppino grabbed her bag and hopped out, running up the stairs to unlock the door, dropped the bag, and ran back down. Before she could say a word, he paid the cabby, scooped her up, and carried her up the stairs.

"Peppino Spaghetti! Put me down proprio adesso!" She laughed. He smiled at her. "You have gotten stronger, Pino. I'm glad to see some of the old you back."

He kicked the door closed behind them, then deposited her in the old recliner. When his back was turned, she snuggled down in it a bit. He's more like you sometimes than I can stand, Sergio, she thought, but that's a good thing, meno male. At least he didn't take after my side.

He fussed around the kitchen, preparing dinner. "What would you like, Mama?"

She leaned back and grinned. "Surprise me, ragazzo."

#pizza tower au #pizzatower #peppino spaghetti #pizza tower #pizza tower fanfic #peppino #peppino pizza tower #Margherita Spaghetti #tw suicidal thoughts #tower town au

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isuckatwritingsobenice · 1 year

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In the face of hollywood: Questions

Navi!

Levi x Fem! Singer/Actress reader!

Tags: @daoreogirl @royiii @lalnasstuff @nanaosaki3940 @lillearchv @shayewrites @sammyiguess

A/N: We’re back!! I’ve been on a writing binge lately and this story just got added to my wattpad account. More chapters to this story are on wattpad, so now I just need to move them to here!

It’s been five months. Five months since the breakup. Four months since Levi and Petra had gotten together. Three months since Megumi and I have made it official.

In that time, a number of things have happened. I’ve released the last few tracks as an EP, adding it to my tour track list. The cast of Attack on Titian had gotten a call last week, saying we'd be back to filming in a few months.

Since then, I've been doing a lot of interviews. Today, I was getting ready to appear on the Tonight Show.

" Are you ready for tonight?" Megumi asks as he sits in LA. I'm currently in New York getting ready.

" Somewhat. Things have been getting easier." I answered.

" Do you think they're going to ask about him?" Megumi asked quickly. Here we go again. Throughout our three months, a constant topic in our relationship had been Levi. As unfortunate as it was. Megumi never seemed to believe I was over him. Truly, I was. I was done with him. He had become just another memory. A part of the past. But Megumi didn't think so.

" Really? Your gonna ask that now?" I ask, clearly annoyed.

" Your right, I'm sorry. I know we agreed I wouldn't ask anymore." Megumi admitted. I frowned a bit before seeing a notification from Hange.

" I'll call you back, I need to talk to Hange." I said, before Megumi had nodded. With that I hung up.

" Alright your makeup is done. Hair stylist should be here in a bit." My makeup artist, Samantha, said. I smiled and thanked her before she left the room. I sighed and leaned back into my chair. I opened instagram and had began to scroll, before stumbling upon an Attack on Titain fan page. It was a picture of the entire cast from season one, just after shooting Annie's first titain appearance. It was also the same day Petra left the set for good. The caption was long, and something I didn't feel like reading, so I simply skimmed through it. Until I stopped.

The caption read, " I loved the first season of AOT but I definitely liked seasons three cast better. Can we talk about how the whole time everyone thought Petra and Levi's characters were going to get together whole time it was Y/n and Levi dating behind the scenes and now the show too when they break up."

Great. Quickly, I scrolled off the post and onto something different. Cat videos, Maki's post, James gordon and others. Then I went through stories. Hanges had appeared, and it was a picture of them and Erwin. Levi had been in the picture as well, with Petra next to him. However in the picture he wasn't looking at the camera, he was looking away from the camera. Humorously, Petra had tried kissing him for the camera, and his body seemed to be shifted away from her. Classic Levi.

It was then I realized, he was never going to be apart of my past. He couldn't be. Especially since I would need to be around him in a few months. It was better to be mutual rather than act like strangers.

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" Hey Megumi " Nobara said as her and Yuji sat down next to Megumi on the couch in they're hotel room.

" Hey guys." Megumi said to them, not looking away from the TV.

" Oh! Y/n is on! Turn it up Nobara!" Yuji said excitedly. Nobara grabbed the TV remote and turned the volume up.

" So Y/n I heard your album." Jimmy said, before Y/n smiled. Y/n was dressed in head to toe in black. She was calm and grinned, she seemed careless on tv.

" Oh really? Did you enjoy it?" Y/n asked curiously. Jimmys eyes widened and he nodded.

" Oh of course! I have to tell you the songs were phenomenal, You were phenomenal. I loved it so much I even have a favorite." Jimmy said, before Y/n raised her brows before smiling again, clearly flattered.

" Oh really? Which one?" Y/n asked before Jimmy pulled out a paper from under his desk. The crowd laughed, and Y/n shifted in her seat laughing.

" I loved Close to You. It really pulled my heart strings." Jimmy said, before Y/n smiled and nodded.

" Yeah, some songs were definitely more sentimental than others." Y/n said, before Jimmy crossed his arms.

" I have to ask. Was the album about on specific person, or about a collective group of people?" Jimmy asked. Megumi felt himself tense up. This was the question he was dreading. Of course it would be asked though.

" Well, if I had to be honest with you Jimmy, It's about one person." Jimmy grinned at this, and Megumi felt himself sink into the couch.

" Oh really? Who exactly?" Jimmy asked, before Y/n shook her head laughing.

" A certain cast member. The rest is up to the world." Y/n said, and with that Jimmy introduced the comercial break.

Megumi felt himself lean over the side of the couch. Looking out the window. He knew it would happen, but it bothered him every time someone brought it up. It was difficult. When that had been what she was known for. Being Levi's ex-girlfriend.

Megumi shook the thoughts away, and decided to browse his socials, not looking for anything specific. Before he noticed a DM. From Petra.

#levi attack on titan #snk levi #levi #levi ackerman smut #captain levi #levi ackerman x reader #levi heichou #attack on titan levi #levi imagine #levi x petra #levi ackerman oneshot #eren jeager x y/n #jujutsu itadori #jujutsu yuta #jujutsu megumi #jujutsu geto #jujustsu kaisen x reader #megumi fushiguro x reader

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crinkled-emotions · 1 year

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29. Pet names from the soft prompts list.

Authors choice for ship

BUT make them the most absolutely ridiculous over the top cutesy shit.

Thank you!!

This has Jake and Sav written all over it. ALL over it.

Take that as you will 😂

This is short (same) but sweet (can't relate on that one)

Warnings: mentions of Jake and Sav being tired first parents, the pet name snookums (sorry Rooster)

Jake and Savannah's first baby was a light sleeper who didn't sleep through the night and Sav spent most of the day wiping spit up from various places in their house including her own shoulder and hair.

She sat on the couch for all of two seconds, baby asleep in the bassinet beside her and completely visible. The next time she opened her eyes the baby was gone and she shit bricks for all of thirty seconds before realising Jake was there, gently talking to their tiny little boy in his arms. The baby grizzled and Jake hushed him, glancing over his shoulder.

"Would you look at that, mommy had the best sleep she's had since you were conceived and she looks like she could go for at least another eighteen years."

"You're full of shit, Jake," Savannah yawned. She reached up to tie her hair out of her face, reaching for the baby.

"He probably needs to be fed-"

"-already done."

Jake put Ronan carefully back in his bassinet and then knelt on the couch, kissing Savannah's lips.

"Hey baby. How was your day?"

She reached for him, tangling her fingers in his uniform to pull him close. Jake staggered but caught himself at the last second, hovering over her carefully.

"Darlin', what are you doin'?"

"Jake, shhhh..."

Savannah yanked again and he carefully manoeuvred himself on top of her, bracketing her hips with his legs and a smile.

"Sav, baby, a little context here."

"I... I'm really glad you're home, baby."

"Shit, I am too. Hey, did he do anything cute today?"

"Everything he does is cute. Look; I took pictures."

"You're the best, babe."

Jake flipped them, resting on his back so Savannah could lie on top of him and show him the various baby pictures she'd been taking during the day.

A couple weeks later the couple had managed to put some non-stained clothes on and brought the baby over to the beach near the Hard Deck. Ronan went straight into Maverick's arms without complaint, followed by a cuddle from one of Rooster's daughters and Jake took Savannah by the hand, gesturing toward a more secluded place. They sat on the sand, Savannah pulling her jacket tighter around herself with the ocean breeze cooling the temperature. Jake reached over and kissed her.

"How are you feeling?" He whispered. Savannah smiled.

"Better. Ronan's sleeping better already, and I actually managed to wash my hair this morning."

Jake snorted.

"Is this what being a parent is? Celebrating having half an hour to yourself to wash your hair? God damn, how do Rooster and Dee have three?"

"No, J. J, baby, it's so much more. It's celebrating the little moments, all the little smiles you know are just gas, it's the late night feedings and even though my eyes are closed, I know he's right there and he's getting what he needs. It's getting to watch you learn to be the dad he needs."

Savannah squeezed his arm, eyes lighting up ever so slightly in excitement. Jake nodded.

"It's getting to see you be a mom and the way he responds when you walk into a room. It's two more people to fight for."

Savannah smiled.

"You get it, babe. And it's weird, because I adore Ronan and I love everything he does, and Dee said she immediately wanted another when Bree was born, but I... I want to wait."

"Then we wait."

"They're disgusting."

"I think I'm gonna puke."

Rooster and Phoenix stood on the sand, arms crossed over their chests as they watched Jake and Savannah have their little moment. Ronan was now in Coyote's arms, dubbed Uncle 'Te by Jake when they found out Savannah was pregnant.

"They need that moment, you two, leave 'em be," Dee playfully scolded her husband and her friend. Pressing a kiss to Rooster's cheek, she gently tapped his ass. Then, just to embarrass him because he was clearly about to humiliate Hangman, she called out rather loudly, "let's go snookums; gotta get the kids to bed."

"Snookums?"

#Top Gun: Maverick #Top Gun Maverick #TGM #Jake Hangman Seresin #Jake Seresin #Hangman #Callsign: Hangman #pregnancy tw

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aydansdiary · 11 months

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FNAF SNAPS HEHE

more fnaf snaps !!! honestly this post is super late I've had these since for a WHILE and just never posted this lol

also as i'm posting this the new SB snaps have came out but i'm broke so it will probs be a couple weeks till i get those lol

decent haul for todays post !!!

first off is golden freddy and the stage !!! as ive said before werid combo but okay !!!

heres the golden boy himself !!!! i love him so much i thought he was gonna look super silly but the recolor of og freddy with the white eyes was a good call (+ cheaper for funko lol) i kinda wish he had black eyes but i think the white is more striking overall (apparently i forgot to take a picture of his alt face so sorry but i'm too lazy to get up >:( )

heres the stage !!!!! i love it so much !!!!! so cool !!! perfect !!! stunning !!! everything i wanted for it !!!! i just love this playset so much !!! its just yes

heres golden freddy with the stage !!!

next here is the toy chica and nightmare chica two pack !!! werid combo but we have established that !!!

here they are !!! i really like nightmare chica ALOT more then i thought i would !!! i'm missing the lets eat on her bib tho :( thats disappointing tbh it dosent even look like a bib it looks more like a creaked egg but at least its chicken themed ... for toy chica shes over all okay i dont love her i think thares something off about her but i cant figure out what it is i think she just doesn't look good in the snaps style which is disappointing but not unforgivable

heres thare endos !!! i love the nightmare endos so so much it just looks so cool !!!

heres thare alt faces !!! i think toy chica looks better here but still odd lol for nightmare chica i just think the two faces look too much alike i would much rather had another accessory then another face that looks identical to the other :( speaking of accessories the fucking cupcakes ... they look nice sure but i was screaming, sobbing, wailing, rolling on the floor trying those get these mfers in thare hands i was about to sell my soul to the fucking devil just to get these things in :,)

now for og bonnie and foxy !!!

here they are !!! i love them !! they are so stinking cute !!! i just want to smoosh them !!! especially foxy which is odd because hes my least fav of the main 4 (sorry mel) foxy just looks perfect to me !!! bonnie looks super cute too !!! a little dead inside but he really is giving fnaf 1 bonnie !!! i just love these silly boys !!! idk why bonnie has this pizza guitar but pop off ig i gave the pizza one too toy bonnie and gave him toy bonnies lol

here they are with thare silly angry faces !!! i love how absolutely appalled foxy looks as if u ripped ass at the dinner party and i love how bonnies anti eyebrow statement is adding to this lol (me too bonnie)

enjoy this monstrosity <3

i added the main 3 to the stage with foxy peaking in <33 i love this playset so much !!!

ive got everyone else shoved into the storage room

here are the two playsets connected !!! i really like the look of them together i cant wait to get more to connect !!!

overall i really like these guys and cant wait to get the SB ones !!!

#fnaf #fnaf merch #five nights at freddys #funko #funko photography #fnaf snaps #snaps #toy collector #toy collection

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karimac · 2 years

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This one is for the OC writers out there...

Greetings! I hope everyone is having a fantastic start to their weekend!

This one is for the OC writers out there.

Aside from my RL mom duties, I have been trying to juggle the paying gig (which I am very happy has become a bit more stable of late), my role as an admin at an X-Men comic play-by-post role playing game (and failing miserably at getting all my posts done), trying to finish off my very late OC Creator Bingo things (I am SO sorry about that) and working on my fics (yes, Bucky is still talking to me, but just barely at the moment).

Overextended? Hell yes!

Over my head? More than likely.

But at one time in my life I bragged about my roster of 120 possible characters to RP with--most of them OCs. Some were horrible. I admit that. Some were adapted from other non-Marvel media (which is allowed within reason on some boards). Some lacked the proper character to game off of, and that wasn't a ton of fun. But I always felt I was better playing them than a canon character I did not know everything about. Marvel 616 canon in comics can be daunting, and I game with folks who have been reading the books since the 1980s! They have PhDs in Marvel Comics Canon!

Do most of my OCs still have a place in my heart? Yup. Even if the sites where I wrote their stories died, erased my work when a fee wasn't paid or were hacked so the stories were lost.

One day I hope I can tell you all about Kari's family, even if they are all technically dead in the MCU 616. Cormac the brawler. Hayley the sculptor. Mamo (that's grandma in Irish) Siofra, the matriarch who started this whole story back on a battlefield in Kildare. But that will be another night...or 25. It is a long narrative!

Now, before you all check out or grab a pillow and blanket, I'm saying this to make a slightly weird point.

Today may not be the day to start that new adventure for your OC. Or it might not be the day to give birth to a totally new character. And we are still getting over all the drama of the last few weeks/months, so couple that with RL insanity, and creativity can hit a wall. Mine is large and purple with a lot of pictures on it. It also hurts like a bitch when you run into it.

If you are having trouble getting motivated, or if the problem is staying motivated after all life has thrown in your lap, maybe you should step back, grab your fave beverage and look over what you have done so far? It may be one story, or maybe you have enough under your belt to make into a novel. Or like me, you have too many voices in your head screaming for you to stop doing spreadsheets and start doing anything else at a keyboard.

Raise your glasses, folks, and toast your work. And please raise your glasses to those who are standing alongside you right now, even if they are many miles away.

Writing OCs isn't always easy folks, but be proud of what you have created.

Huzzah!

#oc creators unite!#oc creator bingo #ocfairygodmother #arrthurpendragon #oc creator bingo 2022

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orcashiki · 3 months

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Food log

Pictures and musings of the food I ate for the past week.

On Tuesday, I went to this Indian curry place. Apparently a colleague judges how good the place is not by their curry, but by how big their naan is... And the naan at this place was huge. It was really fluffy, too. My only regret was that I couldn't finish it.

For dinner, I went to a tempura place with more colleagues. There was a bar where chefs would put freshly fried tempura on your plate, but we sat at a table as the bar was full. They gave us a salt plate and a pot with tentsuyu to accompany the tempura, as well as some miso soup and rice. Unfortunately I had a terrible headache from jet lag, so I couldn't stay long. I'd like to go again.

On Wednesday, I started eating in the cafeteria. There's a lot of variety but it doesn't change too much from day to day. I had tonkatsu and rice today. It's really funny, but I think my favorite part of the cafeteria is the drink machine. It has options for water, barley tea, and something else that I can't remember. You can pick hot or cold as well. Maybe I'm biased towards barley tea...

There was a company event for dinner, so I wasn't able to grab any pictures. There was so many people, the introvert in me died inside a little bit. It was mostly catering, so there wasn't much that was interesting. I still had a headache, but I tried my best to stay and social network until the end. I really felt like an adult, working hard at that salary-man life hahaha...haha...

Breakfast on Thursday was an orange jelly cup! I was really excited for this, since for some reason the American version tastes a little different. This one tastes just as processed and canned as I remember. It's perfect.

Obviously the jelly wasn't enough for breakfast (although I really wanted it to be), so I got a sandwich later when the convenience store opened. This one was actually three triangle sandwiches put into one bag, so I ate them separately. I feel like the ones I had in Taiwan were more like three-tiered sandwiches, where it's just one sandwich with 3 layers of stuff and 4 things of bread. I wonder if it's different now.

Lunch was soba. I realized too late that I didn't have enough money in my prepaid card, so I got the cheapest possible thing... and still ended up paying with my foreign credit card. It looks like if I'm in a pinch, I can maybe fallback on foreign cards, but of course the best case is to just charge the prepaid card and spare myself all the anxiety. That aside, the soba was good! It was very barebones, but something about the little tray underneath it makes it so much better.

I truly am living that salary-man life. I got conbini bento for dinner the first chance I could. This one is char siu rice with fried chicken and shioyaki soba. The microwave here looks more like a TV with all the buttons on it, but it has a preset for conbini bento which seems pretty... conbini... :^)

I'm sorry.

Friday breakfast was strawberry jam and margarine bread with milk. Apparently margarine doesn't taste like anything. I'm pretty sure I've had margarine before, but this tasted like bread with strawberry jam, even though I could clearly see something that looked like butter. I'm very confused.

Friday lunch was saba... mackerel I believe? With tofu and some greens. I'm surprised it took me this long to grab a small plate of greens, considering it's basically my life blood. That and rice, I guess. A meal is not a meal until I've had starch, and when in doubt I will definitely go for rice. Or noodles, if it's cold.

Friday dinner was yet another conbini bento, demi-glazed omurice. Conbini bento is actually really good for what it is. If you think about it, it's basically a TV dinner. I've had family size TV dinners in America and still felt hungry, but the conbini bento's have been very filling. Whether they're actually nutritious is another thing.

Saturday breakfast was Tuna mayo onigiri with houjicha. I missed you, conbini onigiri... It's so good, and so cheap...

Saturday lunch (and dinner) was a mackerel bento that had a surprise half croquette and a piece of tamagoyaki in it too. The vegetable side was gobou... which... I personally don't really classify as a vegetable. It doesn't feel like a vegetable dish. I don't feel like I'm eating vegetables. It feels more like a root, like... I dunno, carrot with more fiber.

I was also very curious, so I bought this juice box of vegetable juice. I hated it. I am also pretty confident that I've bought and tried the same thing out of curiosity before, but my brain must have deleted that memory. There are ways to make vegetables taste good, and vegetable juice is not it. Tomato juice is fine on its own, but when you mix grass (not even spinach or some type of leafy green, but GRASS.) and raw carrot in, it is not a good experience. I finished it, because I missed vegetables and I didn't want to waste it, but I hope I actually remember this time so I don't get it again.

If you've read this far, congratulations! Thank you for reading my ramblings about food. I had an eventful Sunday, so I'll write about it in a separate post. As a sneak peek of what happened, I charged my phone twice and my earbuds three times.

I hope you stay happy, healthy, and safe.

#rambles #food #food log #life blogging

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timeoverload · 5 months

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I have been so angry all day and I am literally shaking still. I am trying really hard not to take it out on anyone. I think I might be a little hormonal.

I am still frustrated about what happened on Saturday but I haven't wanted to make a big deal out of it. I guess I am just supposed to wake up super early every Saturday and get ready in case you decide you want to message me. It is making me anxious now. I would appreciate to get some more notice next time because you didn't say anything until 1:30. I don't want to keep doing this and I just want to hang out now...

I wish you weren't mad at me about it because I wanted to see you too. I definitely didn't enjoy the rest of my weekend. I wish I wouldn't have had things I needed to do that day and that I had felt better. I really didn't mean to upset you or ruin your weekend. I'm sorry.

I also didn't know what I wanted to get but I think I figured it out. I want a snake on my upper right arm with some hibiscus flowers. I think I want red hibiscus flowers. I think I want to incorporate some more cherry blossoms into that or some other small flower. Flowers are kind of my thing I guess. I still haven't found any good reference pictures but I'm working on it. I'm sure whatever you come up with will look amazing as always. I know you were trying to convince me to get a koi on my arm but I want one on my leg. I am starting to get more ideas now.

I know that I had mentioned earlier last week that I needed to spend time over the weekend working on my finances because it has been bothering me a lot and I've been having nightmares about it. I am just trying to be responsible. I already got sued once last year. I didn't want to try to take out any money from my bank account over the weekend because I was waiting for my payments to clear.

I didn't have time to call the OBGYN's office today to pay my bill from a couple months ago and I owe them $200 still. I tried to pay online and it wasn't working. They closed before I got off work. I was super busy this afternoon and I got another call from a debt collector and I decided to answer it because I was already mad and having horrible anxiety about everything. I just want them to go away. The guy on the phone was super rude. They wanted money for a bill that I didn't even know I had from when I was in the hospital. I just decided to pay it even though it was over $300. I have like no savings left. I was trying to save up for a car but I knew I had a lot of bills to pay for first. I guess I didn't realize how much I owed because I'm so disorganized. Maybe I will learn this time.

There are things I need to buy right now too so I might be struggling for a while. I need to make sure I have enough in my account to cover the bills that are on auto-pay. I'm trying not to spend too much money on food at work. I know I need to have at least $100 for Friday. I hope I can also afford new glasses and take the cats to the vet next week. I won't get paid until next Friday.

I also wanted to order some things to donate but I didn't want to do that until I paid some stuff off. I am planning on doing that tonight so hopefully whatever I end up getting arrives on time. I'm not sure if I will have the energy to go to the store and it's easier for me to order things.

I didn't have a good day. It definitely felt like a Monday. I got woken up by a fox screaming outside my window. They like to hang out on the side of the house at night. I love them and I think they're adorable but they make the most unsettling noises. I went outside to get in my car for work and noticed my car door was frozen shut. I had to get a ride to work from my dad but I wasn't late thankfully. I'm glad I can rely on him when I need help. It was nice to not have to worry about parking or walking in the cold today.

When I got to work, I was the only one in the department and I didn't know where anyone was. I was trying to get my eye stuff set up when someone came running in to tell me there were priorities in decontam and they needed to be done right away. There were 6 impactor drills and those are a pain to wash and I ended up having to do it because no one else was around. I couldn't wait for someone to show up because I didn't have a lot of time to get them in the autoclave. I still had a lot of my own stuff to do but somehow I figured it out. I also set up a bunch of pans for the wrong doctor because I've been distracted and lost in my head. They can still use the pans tomorrow but I try to be accurate so I don't create more work for the techs but there's not much I can do about it now. The state showed up for a surprise inspection this morning and they are supposed to be there until Thursday. Everything is always so chaotic when they show up because the people in charge are trying to cover their asses and hide things. Everyone is so stressed out and I hate it. I'm not looking forward to tomorrow because they are going to follow me and watch me work for a while and that's going to be nerve-racking. I'm trying not to think about it. I'm glad I didn't have to stay late tonight because I was on the verge of having an episode at work.

It's nice to be home now. I think I'm finally starting to calm down. I have no idea what I'm going to eat tonight but my stomach still feels like it's in knots. I'm not sure how I'm going to make it through the rest of the week but I will survive. I still have so much stuff to do tonight so I probably should stop writing now. I am already so tired but I am expecting to be up late tonight anyway. Hopefully tomorrow is better than I think it will be.

I hope everyone else has a lovely evening. Thanks for listening to me vent.

💖💖💖

#personal

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locatingmyheart · 1 year

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Hello dear Monbebe! I hope you are doing amazing today. Sorry for taking a while to come back here, it has been very crazy weeks jajaja but later is better than never (I hope so jaja)

I'm so glad to read that Joohoney is your bias because he is mine too🥳 he is really amazing isn't he? And for my part, my bias wrecker is Shownu, but I totally get why Changkyun is yours jajaja he is so charming but like on another next level😍

But let not waste more time, now for the next question is what is your favorite EP: run or interacting show video of MX? And what is your favorite album theme style of MX?

I'm really looking forward for your answer! I hope you have a great day, evening or night✨️

Monbebe secret Santa

HIIIII!!! I'm sorry I'm late. I've been under the weather these last few days. BUT I'M HERE! I hope all is well with you. Don't worry about it. Just glad you came back and I didnt scare you off with my brand of crazy.

NICE! A fellow Joobebe *tips hat* I can totally see Shownu. He's so comfy but also deadly. But we can all agree he's best leader for the guys.

Ummmm I honestly haven't watch any of the variety shows and such. It takes me so long to watch them because I'm just analyzing and laughing at every little detail so I dont. BUT yesterday I watched whatever THIS is and loved it.

Hmmmm I'm gonna assume you mean concepts. I actually looked back at A LOT of pictures (WHY ARE THEY SO PRETTY?) And I thought it would be Fatal Love but I hated the one look where they're in the patterned shirts but One of a Kind I just love everything. Everyone just looks flawless in every picture. So One of a Kind first then Fatal Love and if you need third one whatever eras we got blonde haired Jooheon hehehe

Hope you have a good rest of your week <3

#my secret santa #asks

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strawberrysweetcinnamon · 2 years

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Hi,

I wasn’t sure if my ask went through to you the other day, so I thought I would send another one just in case tumblr ate it. 💜

You are from Germany! I have been to the city of Dusseldorf once. I enjoyed the quick trip. I hope I can visit more of your country one of these days. I have heard often about the wonderful Christmas Markets there.

I also love coffee! Are cappuccinos hard to make? I enjoy watching youtube videos from cafe’s where you can watch them make drinks and bakery items. 💚

I found some pretty shoes for the wedding. It is rare for me to find things on sale but got lucky the other day. The shoes were on discount. lol

I hope you were able to see and enjoy Chanyeol’s interaction this week? I didn’t get to see it. Does it look like he is working on some music.

I am looking forward to watching D.O’s new kdrama. I think I read Suho might have recorded a song for Soo’s OST. 💚

I hope you’ve had a good week.

Your ESS ❄️🎄

Once again, sorry for the late reply! 😣

Haha, I'd say cappuccinos are hard to make because I don't think I've managed to make one correctly yet. 😂 I think my coffee-to-milk ratio is wrong (too much milk; but my milk foamer(?) has a minimum filling level(?) and it's always a bit too much for one portion) but honestly I don't care that much, the taste is good enough for me so I'm satisfied. 😄 But maybe I should watch some videos from cafés, too! It's always better to learn from videos than descriptions. I also struggle with pouring the milk first and the foam afterwards, so maybe I can learn some tricks to do that better!

I'm glad that you found some shoes for a reasonable price!! I don't wear fancy/elegant clothing very often so the few times I've had to, I've also tried to spend as little money as possible on matching shoes just because I know I'll hardly ever wear them. 😅 I hope the shoes are comfortable, too!

As for Chanyeol, I think it's already clear that a solo album is coming, but in the bits of the broadcast that I caught he didn't say when. But I've seen Raiden post pictures of his own laptop (on Twitter or Instagram) where he was showing music files that Chanyeol sent him (or something like that), so I'm guessing something is underway!

Oh, I watched the first episode of "Bad Prosecutor" today! I don't watch many dramas/tv shows (always have trouble sticking with them to the end 😅) but it was fun and D.O. is really cool in it!! I also saw that video where (almost) all of EXO got together and Suho mentioned recording the OST, but I wasn't sure if it was a joke...? I hope it's true, that would be awesome!! I also read D.O. recorded a song for the OST, too? I'll take everything. 😁

Hope you had a good week, too, dear Santa! 🤍 And I hope your new week starts well, too!

#countingstolenchange exolss

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littlepadika · 2 years

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Hiii padi 💗💗 So this year has been super overwhelming for me partly because it’s my first time living in an apartment where I have so much stuff to take care of by myself. And I was wondering how daddy Frankie or daddy Whiskey maybe would help out a little who’s struggling with keeping their life together and such 🥺 because I really need someone to keep me in line right about now 😖

aww boo boo they would want you to move in with them so they can take care of you 100% but if you insist "no i wanna be independent" they would make life easier for sure. I think daddy whiskey especially would love his little to be more independent esp for those times he's away on missions.

Warnings: DDLG, f!little, nsfw innuendo, brief tears. sort of went overboard bc i have been thinking about this scenario for a while hehe

For chores he has a colorful board that you can put stickers on after you do things like sweep or dust or clean the bathroom. You get a treat if by the end of the week you have a full board of stickers. But don't worry daddy handles the more hazardous jobs like fixing your leaking shower head or screwing in a new lightbulb. He's also got no problem calling the landlord and standing up for you.

For food he also has an organization system that makes it so easy for you. He has those clear plastic bins labeled with words and a picture so when you're little you can put things away right. Milk goes in one container. Fruit goes in another. It puts you at such peace to have it organized.

Personally I hate grocery shopping. It overstimulates me so you know he is sending groceries to your door and also signed you up for hello fresh.If you ever get a grocery item you don't know where to put you call him.

"Daddy I dunno what to do!"

"What's wrong?"

"You sent me dis..." You show the mysterious vegetable to the camera. "I don't know which bin it goes in."

"Aw that's a cucumber, cupcake. It goes with the other green vegetables. Show daddy, which bin is it?" He's so patient and sweet. You proudly point to the right bin. "Good girl. Yeah that's where it belongs."

"Mkay." You place the cucumber in there with the rest of the veggies. You didn't realize what it was because daddy always prepared the cucumbers for you so you never saw it whole. "Daddy dat q-cumber looks like your happy stick." You giggle, realizing it was the same girth around your fingers.

"You teasin' daddy, little miss?" Whiskey snickered. "You know daddy's happy stick ain't green."

"Yeah... yours is better, daddy. I miss you a lot!" You sigh turning your camera around so you can pout at him. He looked sleepy. It was night where he was.

"I miss you, too. I can't wait to come home and spoil you for doing so well. You're such a big girl now do you even need daddy?" He teased.

"Yes!" You're sad he'd even say such a thing. "I always will need you."

"Mmm always so good to me, cupcake, aren'tcha?" His eyes softened. He could see you starting to get sad so he changes the subject. "Hey... show me your little chore list. Daddy wants to see what stickers you chose today."

"I chose..." You showed him. "Da sparkly horses. See I made my bed and I washed the dishes, daddy."

"Good girl." Whiskey whistled. "I'm so proud of you."

Daddy whiskey also kept diligent record of your schedule so you were never late for a meeting. He had it all color coded on your phone with reminders set. You loved when you saw he scheduled self care appointments like getting your nails done.

That's not to say sometimes you'd be naught or forget to do your chores when he was away especially when you got stressed from school.

"Baby girl, how are you?"

"Fine."

"Have you done your chores?"

There's a long pause.

"Don't think of lyin' to daddy." Jack warns.

"I'm sorry." You blubber. The sound of his voice alone broke your resolve. "I didn't get any of my chores done, daddy. And I didn't make a dinner. I was too busy."

"Aw baby girl, shh it's okay. Thank you for being honest with daddy. You know I just want what's best for you and sometimes that means a rest day"

"Why is this so hard!" You toss around in your unmade bed, hugging your stuffie. "I hate being big!"

"I know...It's not easy at all but you're doing so well." Jack's voice was dripping with empathy. He wished he could swoop in and save you.

"Come back!" You whined.

"I'll be there soon. I promise. Why don't you have a look in your closet. I left you a little gift in there."

"But daddy-" You're confused "I didn't do my chores."

"I know." He chuckled. "This is a 'just because' treat, cupcake."

"Okay..." You open the closet where the broom and other cleaning stuff was put. You gasped when you saw the shinny new roomba with a stuffie cat taped to the top. "Oh my goodness! Daddy!"

"You know what that is?"

"It cleans floors!" You had chased one around at statesmen.

"Mhm. You've done such a good job you earned the big girl tool. And that's Sheriff O'Malley on top who will make sure it gets done right. Now you don't have to do the floors."

"Thankie daddy! Thankie!"

"Go on turn it on and see how she runs." He chuckles. He's so excited.

~~~~~~~

Daddies masterlist

Littlespace taglist: @lafresamilk @dobbyjen @mamacitapascal @prettypedros, @marstheplanet @takochansugoi @oceanablue @iwishtobeastorm @dincrypt, @bac-1, @spacenerdpascal, @cranberrypills @punkerthanpascal @breezythesimp @djarinsimp @mylittlesenaar @bbybunbun @phnyx @xwalltoast @dreadwolfxoxo @xwalltoast @mswarriorbabe80 @bearcina @lokigirlszendaya @pedroslilbitch @star-wars-fan-2005 @din-jarhead @hillgoth @m4ngoj3lly @crabbae @im-a-mcsimp-for-mchotties @girlofchaos @joelsflannel @xoxabs88xox

#daddy!whiskey #little!reader #katie 🧁#ask padika

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tinyyoungblood · 3 years

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okay amazing here goes...so SOUR has been on repeat and your one-shot based on the album was super cute and just EVERYTHING 🥺 but also i was listening to 'traitor' the other day and the first line goes "brown guilty eyes and little white lies" and i just. the entire song puts me in the feels over a boyfriend i never had but anyway i was thinking what if...angst with peter parker!! maybe he's been more distant lately and lying about where he's been at nights or something? i'm not sure the world is your oyster!! thank you in advance💘 hehe

strangers with memories | peter parker

pairing: peter parker x reader

warnings: pure angst

a/n: “the world is your oyster” lol you’re so sweet <3 we don’t claim the peter parker in this fic because he knows better than this. enjoy x

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It was nights like these that made you feel like everything was exactly how it was supposed to be. The window was opened, leaving outside noise from the street to breeze in and blend in with the lo-fi beats playing quietly from Peter’s laptop.

Your legs were tangled under a soft blanket as Peter showed you outfit pictures from his Pinterest board, asking for your opinion. It simply made sense. The world felt at peace.

“No, I don’t think you understand. Orange and teal look really good together, see.” Peter turned his phone around to show you his screen. You squinted at the brightness, but once your eyes adjusted, you burst out laughing.

“Sure, if you want look like Perry the Platypus. Get that away from me.” You shoved his hand away and Peter grinned. He swiped to another picture with the same colours combination, and you shrieked. “Not the brown beanie! Dr. Doofenshmirtz would have a field day with this.”

Peter chuckled. He rose to his feet and tossed his phone next to you on the mattress. “I’m going to the bathroom”, he declared with an air of casualness that made you crack a smile. He was halfway through the doorway when he popped his head back in and asked, “You want anything?”

“From the bathroom?” You looked up from your phone.

Peter shrugged, the corner of his mouth twitching upward. “Uh-huh.”

You suppressed your smile. “I’m good, thanks.” He gave you another shrug and left the bathroom, whistling a tune you didn’t know.

Not a second later, Peter’s phone gave off a subtle ping. It wasn’t your intention to look, but reflexes made you glance at it from the corner of your eyes. You regretted it instantly. Your shoulders tensed. It was just a text message—nothing scandalous, but the contact name made your stomach drop.

MJ.

Her name popped up on Peter’s phone screen more often than not. You really didn’t want to be bothered. You knew they were only friends, but you could already see the broad smile edging his face as he read the message. You hated where your thoughts had taken you.

Peter trusted you and you wanted to trust him as well, desperately. You demanded yourself to take the high ground. It still felt stupid and your chest caved in just at the thought of Peter grinning at his phone. He barely even answered your texts anymore.

You could already hear the white lies he was going to feed you. But you felt yourself wanting to keep the white lies. At least, that meant getting to keep Peter. All you could do was swallow the lump in your throat and take a deep breath. The world still blurred around you.

“May asked if you’re in the mood for Thai food.” Your gaze shot to Peter’s. He was leaning against the door frame, arms folded over his chest with the same calm expression as before. Don’t ruin this. Keep the peace.

You forced a smile. “Thanks, but I don’t like Thai food.”

Peter frowned at that. “Since when? You’ve always liked it.” He appeared almost affronted before realisation crossed his face. “Oh wait, my bad, MJ liked it. We actually just had Thai food together the other night with Ned.” A private smile curled around his lips at the memory.

“Sounds nice,” you replied weakly. It was all you could say.

Peter didn’t seem to mind. He pushed himself off and strolled over, picking up his phone to see the texts he had just received. He chuckled softly at whatever he had been sent and punched in a reply.

You simply sat there, fiddling with the blanket that suddenly felt too hot. Say something, the voice inside your head demanded. Be exciting. Don’t make him lose interest. Your hands curled into a fist. You felt ridiculous.

“So about Friday night,” you began awkwardly, feeling suddenly very out of place although there was nobody else in the room. Peter’s eyes were bright with delight as he typed away on his phone.

“Hm?” He said, and you had a feeling it wasn’t because he wanted to you to go on. He just wasn’t sure if you had spoken at all.

Your cheeks hurt from forcing a smile. “Are you going to pick me up or should we just meet there?”

Peter’s eyebrows creased. “Meet you where?”

“At the movies,” you said curtly. “We wanted to watch that movie, remember? It was your idea.” The bite in your tone finally made Peter look up. It was like watching a slow car crash.

“Was it?” Peter mused, and you nodded stiffly.

“Oh.”

From somewhere on the street, you heard people arguing. Their sharp voices cut into the room and drilled themselves into your chest. Don’t let this be us. That isn’t us. We’re better than that. You fixed your eyes on the curve of Peter’s neck, concentrating on his breathing to feel like he wasn’t drifting away. In reality, you knew that the ship was already leaving the harbour and there was nothing you could do.

“Sorry,” Peter finally said, lips pursed. “I kind of already made plans with MJ. Her uncle has this cool train collection that she wanted to show me. She told me about it at lunch today and I’m really excited. It’s pretty awesome.”

Your face dropped and he had the good sense to add, “But we can always catch the movie on Monday night if you want.”

“Why not on the weekend?” A part of you dreaded to hear the answer.

Peter didn’t hesitate as he waved you off. “Ned and I wanted to get started on that new Lego set I told you about.” You had no recollection of that. Peter’s eyes flickered to you before another text message came in, demanding his full attention. The sound made you feel nauseous. The ship was a dot now, fading into the horizon while you were still stranded.

“You can join us if you want,” Peter offered with eyes glued to his phone. “MJ is going to bring Thai food, I think.”

You didn’t bother to reply. You felt claustrophobic. Pushing yourself off his bed, you headed for the window. It was already opened by a crack, but you needed fresh air. It was almost overwhelming when you stepped over the window sill and let yourself out onto the fire escape. The stairs screeched but you didn’t care for the noise. What you needed was proof that there was more out there.

The railing was cold as you wrapped your hands around them. Each window across the street was alit in numerous colours. Silhouettes moved in those colours—people with their own lives and sorrows. The world continued to live.

You settled on one of the stairs and stared up at the night sky. No stars, nothing. You were really stuck at the harbour. Peter’s room was glowing in purple thanks to the LED strips you had set up together a few weeks ago. He had bought old vinyl records and you spent the entire night rating them until sunlight pooled in through the curtains. It all felt like a pipe dream now.

You didn’t know how long you’d been sitting outside by yourself. All you knew were the colour blocks of windows, shifting in and out of blurriness. You had been too busy watching the ship sail away that you only now realised how much you had starved yourself. One good night wasn’t going to change that. Your mind was just really good at leaving out the bad parts.

“Here you are.” Peter’s voice caught you off guard. You turned away, wiping your tearstained cheeks hastily as he watched you with knitted brows. “I just came to tell you that I invited Ned and MJ over. I hope that’s fine.”

When you didn’t reply, Peter stepped out and sat on the window sill. “You okay?”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. “Do I look okay to you?”

“Well,” he said, “You’ve been acting weird all week, so…I’m not sure”

“I have been acting weird?” You echoed.

Peter hesitated but lifted his shoulder in a half shrug. “Yeah, but you’re always smiling, so I just assume you’re all right.”

“You can’t be serious,” you said bitterly, tucking your hands under your thighs to stop them from shaking. “Just look what we’ve become. You can’t even tell anymore if I’m putting on a fake smile.”

“What are you talking about?” He cocked his head to the side.

“Oh, you know.” You waved your hand at nothing. “Air pollution, climate change, everything and nothing these days. But you wouldn’t know, would you.”

“Y/N,” Peter said with an edge to his voice. “Are you going to tell me what this is really about?”

You hadn’t realised that you had started pacing until his question made you halt and whip around. There was acid in your tone as you snapped, “Don’t you miss me at all?”

“What?” Peter looked stumped. “We see each other every day at school. You’re literally standing in front of me right now.”

You scoffed and sat back down on the stairs. “Love really does make people blind,” you murmured and stared at the sky. Maybe it was going to rain.

Peter exhaled sharply and knelt before you, lowering your chin to look you in the eye. He thought he could find an answer in them, but you knew that if he’d been blind to it all this time, he wasn’t going to see it now. “I don’t know what you want me to say,” he admitted, and your chest ached.

You wrapped your arms around yourself. “I want you. That’s all I wanted.”

“Wanted? You have me.” Peter pressed his lips together. “You have me right now, Y/N.”

“I don’t.” You couldn’t help but laugh bitterly. “MJ has you. She’s had you for a while now, and I’m just here watching you both from afar.”

Peter opened his mouth, most likely wanting to deny it, but no sounds came out. He simply stared and stared and stared. Your heart was racing. There was no way back, so you went on, “I don’t care if you’re just friends. I really don’t care, because it hurts just as much knowing that I still let you treat me like that. I miss you and you’re sitting right in front of me. And you know what the worst part is?”

Memories flooded your mind, bricking you like thorns. You devoured them, hungrily, because you were used to living on crumbs. Peter holding you in his arms. Peter looking tenderly after your wounds and kissing your tears. Peter turning sorrow into bliss until you were drunk on laughter and the sky was dusted in stars.

A sad smile hung to your lips. “I still think the world of you. All those nights when I had prayed for someone like you. Someone who could be my safe person and I could be theirs—I thought I had that with you.”

“You do,” Peter hissed, and at once you wondered where he found the strength to believe his own lies. He sighed. “I promise you, you did. It’s just…” Your throat went dry as he bit his tongue. “It’s not something you can control, okay? Maybe you’re just not my only safe person anymore. It’s…it’s not a big deal.” Peter’s gaze dropped as your breath caught.

You were glad you were sitting. There was no doubt that your knees would’ve given out otherwise. His confession felt like a punch to the gut. That small, pathetic voice inside your head screamed and trashed, denying everything he’d just said. A part of you was always so hopeful—Peter used to love that about you.

Remember, it tried to reason, he promised he would never hurt you. Remember how it felt to have his arms around you. It couldn’t have been a lie. None of it could’ve been a lie. You squeezed your eyes shut.

“You’re not actually sorry,” you heard yourself say. “You’re just saying that to feel good about yourself. If you were sorry, you would’ve never made all those promises—” You didn’t have it in yourself to continue. No words would’ve done you justice anyway. “If you’re just going to keep hurting me, then leave me alone.”

Something dark flared in his brown eyes. “Leave you alone?” asked Peter incredulously. “This is stupid and you know it. All of this, just because I’m friends with MJ. Don’t you think it’s a little ridiculous? We’re just friends. There’s no reason for you to get paranoid.”

“I’m being paranoid now?” Your eyes narrowed.

“That’s what I would call it, yes.”

“Then tell me this.” You jumped to your feet. “Last week, when Mr. Harrison took points off my assignment because I supposedly handed it in too late, why didn’t you speak up for me? You were there, you knew I handed it in time. All I needed was for you to tell him the truth, but you didn’t say a damn thing. Now I’m failing that class, and you know why this is the first time you’re hearing about this?”

Peter remained silent, but his eyes flickered, and the crease between his brows was evidence enough.

“Because you were too distracted giggling with MJ in the back. You didn’t even notice when I stormed out of that room, so don’t lie to yourself, Peter. You haven’t been by my side in a while now.”

You shook your head when Peter averted his gaze. Of course, he had nothing to say. Both of you knew it wasn’t just about that class. It was about the missed calls, the empty words, and all the times he had stood you up and let you down. At least he respected you enough to not deny it. No more white lies.

“See, this is the thing,” you began, swinging your leg over the window sill to step inside the room. You faced Peter and waited until his gaze drifted to yours. “You gave me your word and I was stupid enough to believe you. I trusted you. It was supposed to be you and me against the world, but you sat back and watched it beat me down because you were too busy falling in love with somebody else.”

Peter’s expression shifted and you turned your back to him. Seeing his frustration replaced by realisation was something you knew you couldn’t stomach.

So you made to leave. It was only when you were halfway through the room that you recognised the feeling simmering in your gut as something a bit different than resentment. You looked back over your shoulder, eyebrows lowered, and struggled to find your voice.

“Peter?”

It was barely a whisper, but you knew he heard you. He tore his gaze from the floor and looked at you. Wild storms were trapped in his eyes, an ocean rising. It was devasting to look at.

But it was then that you realised, that although Peter had never cheated on you, his brown guilty eyes still made him a traitor. You took a deep breath.

“Just don’t treat her how you treated me,” was all you said. And with that, you were gone.

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