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malum-forev · 9 months

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Second Trimester

Authors Note: Thank you guys soo much for the love you gave this story! Here's part 2!

Part 1: First Trimester

She knew something was up when Bucky insisted on picking her up and driving her to the compound. He rubbed two gloved hands together nervously as she locked up her apartment door.

“You look even more anxious than when we made bean.” She chuckled.

Bucky let out a staggered breath running a hand through his newly short hair. “I’m sorry, m’not trying to make you nervous it’s just- well, I don’t have any family left, biological family that is. And those dorks are kind of my chosen family. Think of this like meeting your in laws- except they’re not your in laws because we’re not dating, they’re Avengers and they kind of think you got pregnant on purpose.”

(Y/n) gulped, suddenly feeling like a knot of spikes parked in the middle of her esophagus. “So much for not trying to make me nervous.”

“Sorry… again.” Bucky shut his eyes for a second. “I’m not great at the talking part- I don’t usually talk this much. I don’t know what’s come over me.”

Once he opened his eyes back up, Bucky was greeted with a smile that melted the tension. He didn’t know how she did it, one soft look from her and all his problems were suddenly gone.

“I like your word vomit.” (Y/n) smiled and without thinking twice, she laced the fingers on her right hand with the ones on his left hand. “You don’t have to be nervous alone, you know. We’re in this together for the next eight months and at least my lifetime. I don’t know how long you’re planning on living, how about we round it up to the next seventy years.”

Bucky’s throat went dry and he tried to keep up with her pace walking. He looked down at their linked hands with widened eyes. It had been years since someone had touched his left hand, let alone do it on purpose and without flinching.

Bucky learned the hard way that some women only wanted to be with him so he could use the vibranium on them, see what it was capable of doing. It all felt so wrong to him, using the arm that was given to him to kill for something other than that. He’d been ashamed of it for so long that he lived life around it. Covering it with a jacket and gloves even in the scorching New York summer. Using his right hand to open doors and help old ladies cross the street, wanting to bring the least amount of attention to his left limb. But in this moment, he didn’t feel discomfort or humiliation; quite the opposite, he felt a calming blooming sensation coming from their joined hands. Like the sun had risen after a long winter and it was casting its warming yellow glow on him.

He straightened his spine and squeezed her hand, being careful to not put too much pressure but making it clear he welcomed the gesture.

An hour later, it was her who needed Bucky’s hand to hold. She was sitting at the end of a long conference table with people she never thought she’d meet staring her down.

Captain America, who’d insisted she call him Steve, sat closest to her with his elbows resting on the table. (Y/n) could see the battle going on in his head by the different wrinkles that showed up on his expressive face. Going from excitement to worry in seconds. Next to him was Natasha, the redhead was surprisingly the most inviting of them all, giving (Y/n) a genuine smile. All the way in the back of the room stood the Falcon, Sam hadn’t said a single word and kept his eyes laser focused on her. Like he was waiting for something to give up the fact that (Y/n) was using Bucky. With his arms crossed over his chest, he leaned on the wall and narrowed his eyes.

Finally, Bucky came back into the room with a glass of water which he placed in front of her.

“Guys, I really wanted you to meet-“

Bucky’s quiet voice was replaced by Sam’s booming tone. “Have you even thought about how this is going to work out?!”

Groans came from both Steve and Nat.

“You promised to behave.” Steve shot daggers at Sam but he just rolled his eyes.

“This is a once in a lifetime opportunity.” Natasha said. “Before her, we thought it was impossible for people with the super serum to have kids. Think of how this will change the world. They can’t just pass it up.”

“The world,” Sam laughed dryly. “Think about how this is going to change Buck! We can do this, this job, because we have no family except each other. He’ll start pulling his punches and then what? He’ll leave a mission because the kid got sick?”

“That’s enough Sam.” Steve said. “What about Clint? He’s got a family and he got the job done.”

“Have you two even talked about what this relationship is?” Sam waved his hand between Bucky and (Y/n). “Are you two exclusive?”

“Yes.” Said Bucky but at the same time, (Y/n) said: “No.”

Bucky’s neck snapped towards her. “You’re dating? With my kid in there?”

(Y/n)’s brows shot up. “You made it very clear we aren’t dating so yes, I’ve been on a couple of dates.”

“I don’t know how I feel about you dragging my kid on dates with random men.” Bucky crossed his arms over his chest and she mimicked his action.

“This baby is as much my kid as it is yours. And until I pop it out, bean’s going to be following me everywhere I go. That means, if I want to go to the movies or dinner and someone asks me out, I’ll do whatever the hell I want.”

Sam’s arms shot up. “See, this is what I’m talking about. They have no idea what they’re doing!”

Natasha rubbed her temples. “How about this, the next time (Y/n) wants to go out on a date, Bucky takes her out. You’re going to start showing any second now and it’s gonna start getting harder and harder to get commitment-phobe guys to go on a date with the lady growing another human.”

(Y/n) nodded her head. “Sounds great to me.”

“Deal. I’ll take you out once a week.” Bucky uncrossed his arms.

“Twice.” (Y/n) shrugged. “I’m cute, a lot of guys wanting to take me out.”

Bucky’s nostrils flared at the thought of other men waiting behind her front door. “Twice, but I get to choose the place at least once.”

“You get to choose the place but I get flowers, once a week.” (Y/n) rested both elbows on the table and stared at Bucky.

Bucky narrowed his eyes. “Fine, you’ll get the flowers but I’ll get three vetoes for any of the places you choose.”

(Y/n) brought her right hand closer to him, wanting to shake on the deal before he could back out. “Deal.”

“Deal.” Bucky said with a devious smile. “You need to work on your negotiation skills, dollface. I was already planning on getting you flowers for every date.”

“I would have done the deal for one date a week.” (Y/n) smiled.

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Bucky knocked three times on her door, exhausted from the night before. He’d been to Romania on a mission and gotten in at around 3 am, gotten up at 8 am and trained the day through. He leaned his head on the door and waited for (Y/n) to open the door.

It had been three weeks since they’d reached the date agreement and he’d only had to cancel once. Bucky was quite proud of that, for someone who’s life had been upside down he was keeping his promise and developing some sort of routine.

Today was his choice of date and in true Bucky fashion, he wanted to stay in. He’d picked up Chinese takeout and wanted to watch another of the thousands of classic movies he’d missed over the decades.

Bucky heard her soft footsteps leading to the door and the lock turning.

“They didn’t have the pork dumplings so I got you shrimp. And since shrimp don’t have a high mercury level, we’re okay to eat it- you know, since doc sai-“

Bucky’s rambling was cut short the second his eyes locked on her body. His ocean blue eyes widened and his jaw went slack. (Y/n) was wearing a white tank top that clung to her body, it had been only a couple of days since they’d seen each other but Bucky felt like it had been a lifetime. His eyes locked on her chest for a couple of seconds, he couldn’t miss the sight of her bigger breasts, but what really caught his eye was the small bump that sticked out.

“Y-you’re pregnant.” Bucky stuttered.

(Y/n) let out a loud laugh as she lead him into her apartment. “I thought you got the memo.” Taking the brown paper bag from his hands.

Bucky shook his head, trying to rearrange his thoughts but all that bubbled around in his brain was the image of her with her hands rubbing the small bump.

“I-I mean. You look pregnant.” Bucky’s eyes shone like the night’s sky, his hands itched to get closer to her, closer to the baby.

(Y/n) took her place on the couch, stretching out her hand to him. Bucky walked slowly, afraid of- he didn’t know what he was afraid of but there was a deep feeling settling in his stomach. When Bucky got closer, he absentmindedly brought forward his left hand before ripping it back and stretching out his right one.

“It’s okay.” (Y/n) whispered, a sweet smile playing on her lips. “Bean loves every part of you.”

Bucky shook his head quickly, extending his right hand closer to her.

(Y/n) sat up, taking both of Bucky’s hands in hers and lightly pulling him down until he was kneeling in between her legs. With a soft touch, she brought his hands to her protruding belly, rubbing small circles on the back of his hand.

“Bean will never be afraid of you.” (Y/n) whispered, bringing one of her hands to the back of his neck, soothing Bucky with her touch.

His eyes filled with burning tears, begging to be let out. Years of being feared, years of being used, it all didn’t matter because it brought him to this exact moment.

No words were spoken because he couldn’t think of words that expressed his feelings. Gratitude, happiness, peace. Instead of saying anything, he unlocked a piece of himself to her. That was the only thing he could do. So, for the next hour they sat in silence, tears falling freely from his eyes as he rubbed her belly softly. Bucky hummed tunes from the 40’s until (Y/n) fell asleep, her back pressed to his chest.

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It had been a long day at the compound’s med bay. (Y/n) had been poked and prodded for the better part of two hours and Bucky had been by her side the entire time. He knew better than anyone that being in that situation alone was horrible, a feeling he wouldn’t want anyone to experience let alone the woman carrying his child.

“Are we almost done here?” Bucky said, his words rough and clipped. The doctors around the two of them scattered and nodded, afraid of him. But, (Y/n)? She just laughed.

“They’re just doing their job Buck.” She smiled. “Bean is an incredible scientific accomplishment that they just want to understand. Plus, I would much rather get my blood drawn and have a couple of ultrasounds than what I get done at the OBGYN.”

Bucky’s brows furrowed at the thought of her being even slightly uncomfortable.

“I’ve lost count of the people who’ve shoved their hands up to my cervix.” She laughed, getting up from the chair.

Bucky rubbed tiny circles next to her belly button, loving the way her skin felt in his hands, as they walked out of the med bay.

“Isn’t that Sam?” (Y/n) asked, looking left at the man who’d barely talked to them since they’d decided to have the baby.

“Yeah but I don’t think we should call him ove-“

(Y/n) interrupted him by yelling out Sam’s name and calling him over.

Bucky saw the annoyed state his friend was in the second he walked towards them.

“Hey.” Sam gave them a tight smile.

“I know you don’t trust me,” (Y/n) said. “but just do this time.”

Sam’s eyes furrowed with confusion and it just deepened the second (Y/n) took his hand and brought it to her stomach. What was first hesitation, turned into surprise.

“Is- is that?” Sam asked feeling movement inside her belly.

“That’s bean.” Bucky’s smile took over his face.

“It’s moving.” Sam whispered, taking his other hand and bringing it to her stomach too.

“I know you’re not totally on board with this,” Bucky said. “but you need to trust us. This is the right decision.”

Sam’s wide eyes bounced between the two of them. “I can’t concentrate on anything else but this baby trying to kick its way out of (Y/n)’s stomach. Bean’s going to have my fighting style.”

Both Bucky and (Y/n) smiled at each other, happy that Sam had finally called their baby Bean.

Third Trimester

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joonberriess · 11 months

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𓆩♡𓆪 “wetter than umbrellas and stickier than apple pie,” — jock!jk

·˚ ༘ 💌 TAGS — fingering (brief), unprotected sex, creampies, attempted quiet sex, reader’s WAP, messy sex, squirting (mentioned), some dirty talk, possessive!jk, jealous!jk + jennie, jennie makes an appearance woooo, voyeurism on her part, she wants you, sexual tension(?), oc is a dumb puppy: confirmed

You’re just so so pretty… Jennie is utterly in love with you. How could anyone not be? You’re the sweetest thing that’s ever walked this earth; it'd be a crime to not like you. It made Jennie just want to wrap you up in a little cocoon and never let you back out, you were too good for this place (too good for Jungkook too in her humble opinion).

She’s always harbored a tiny crush on you, it never got too serious because she knew you probably didn’t swing that way anyways. There were no hard feelings between the two of you anyways which she was glad for. Jennie however was irked by Jungkook as of lately (when was she not irritated with him though?). More than usual might she say.

The thing was Jungkook had a big mouth, he was shameless and was always letting shit slip from his lips. Jennie despised him for putting images of you, her little cutie pie dummy, in the most vulgar positions known to man all because of his mouth. Up until now she hadn’t really thought about you in that way, even if the walls were a little too thin and she might have heard a thing or two.

“Oh I’m sorry,” you’d say with those cute puppy eyes of yours, “I promise I’ll keep it down!” Jennie knew you’d forget so she didn’t hold you to that.

It all started about a week ago when Jennie had met up with Jisoo and the older girl accidentally let it slip about you and Jungkook. “I can’t believe they talk about our sex lives, I did NOT need to know Jungkook eats ass for fucks sake.” Jisoo spits out in embarrassment, covering her mouth as she tries not to laugh too loudly.

Jennie’s brow quirks up, “He eats ass?” She peers over at Jisoo, “Who the fuck told you that.” She snorts.

“My boyfriend duhh, who else Jennie?” Jisoo shakes her head and rolls her eyes fondly, “He hung out with him like last week and they were talking about shit they’ve done or what they like and don’t like.”

Jennie stops listening once Jisoo starts complaining about Yugyeom spilling the beans. She looks down at the ground while they walk, zoning out and getting lost in her thoughts. Her not so holy thoughts at that.. Now she can’t stop thinking about how you’ve probably gotten your ass ate.

(It’s what you deserve of course. Jennie’s surprised her mouth waters a little at the thought.)

Since then Jennie starts noticing a lot more things she once didn’t think were sexual or shit she just flat out ignored like your unabashed nudity and silly little shows of affection with her. It makes her realize what a little minx you are, and the very painful fact that she’s attracted to you more than ever.

“Jennieeeee!” You happily whine and throw your arms around the girl, “Are you proud of me I made dinner for us.” You rub your cheek against her own and pout at her, “I didn’t forget to push down the lever on the toaster this time either!”

Jennie hesitantly slides her hands around your (soft?) hips, resting them right there as she balances herself because she’s got an arm full of you. “Really? That’s good y/n,” she squeezes your cheek and smiles. Jennie gets an eye full of tits right in her face she literally has to force her eyes away as she grimaces.

“What’s wrong?” You tilt your head, eyes full of wonder and lips still set into a small pout.

Jennie shakes her head, “Nothing, just hungry.”

“Let’s eat!”

Things get worse when Jennie comes home one night late from work, she had seen Jungkook’s car parked out in the front and she dreaded his presence already. “I’m home.” She calls out while unlocking the door, not wanting her entrance to be a surprise just in case you two were getting busy.

“Hi,” you turn your head and send her a soft smile, “you okay? I left some take out in the microwave for you.” You turn back around and lay your head back on Jungkook’s shoulder again. Jungkook’s busy still watching the movie so he waves his hand in acknowledgement.

Jennie rolls her eyes and passes by, but not before smacking the back of Jungkook’s head, “I thought I told your ass to stop parking your car so near the fucking line. I can’t even get out of my own damn car.”

“Fuck off no I didn’t,” Jungkook laughs, “you fuckin’ liar always trying to hate on me for no reason.” He says and throws a balled up napkin at Jennie who yells ‘Hey bitch!’ in surprise, “y/n tell her something, she’s being mean to me.” Jungkook buries his face in your face and leaves small kisses there.

Before Jennie can make a face of disgust you turn to her with that pretty face of yours, “Jen, I already told you that it’s not nice being a meanie. You pinky promised me you were going to be nicer.” It’s sickening how gagged you have her.

Jennie surprisingly lets it go and heads over to sit down on the opposite couch. She grumbles in annoyance and tosses a dirty look at Jungkook, who’s smug as a motherfucker right now. Her eyes lower down to your smooth pretty thighs, not a hair in sight (must have waxed..) You’re wearing a pair of pink sailor moon socks and from this angle she catches a glimpse of your panties which are completely lace..

You’re curled up on Jungkook’s side, tucked away and hidden by both his big ass and then the oversized shirt you assume belongs to him (given the lack of clothes on his ass). The collar is slightly disheveled and pulled down off to the side, exposing your hickey covered neck looking like he mauled you. Jungkook looks so nonchalant as he rubs your thigh with his hand, squeezing and gripping the soft looking flesh.

Jennie hates to admit but you two look so fucking hot together. Now she sees why people think you two make a fit couple, you make everyone else look like shit. She ends up sulking even more in her seat and decides to watch the movie instead or else she’s going to be more annoyed at him.

Half way through the movie Jennie hears you yawn softly and that’s when it’s Jungkook’s cue to move. He picks you up like nothing and starts to head out to your room. “Night Jennie.” You softly whisper, “I’ll see you tomorrow ‘kay?” You smack your lips together as you smile sleepily at her.

Jennie waves, “Night.” She decides to stick it out and watch the rest of the movie alone.

She doesn’t exactly count on falling asleep then and there, only waking up when the tv’s light blares in her face with the stupid “Still watching?” screen displayed. “Fuck what time is it?” She whispers to herself and grabs her phone, hissing at the brightness and closing her bleary eyes, “Three?” She grunts and rolls off the couch.

Jennie turns the TV off and heads down the hall to her room, blinking the blurriness in her vision away. She sees your door cracked open and makes a mental note to shut it for you after she finishes using the restroom. It’s when she’s washing her hands that she hears…it. She frowns in confusion and stops for a moment, hearing a rhythmic thudding noise against the walls.

“What the fuck..” Jennie whispers and dries off her hands, stopping for a few seconds as the sounds continue. “So I’m not trippin’.” She concludes and steps out quietly.

The noise is more clear when she steps out into the hallway and Jennie already knows what the hell you two are up to. It pisses her off more that the door is left open and now she has to fucking sneak into her room without being spotted. Just her luck honestly.

“Mm..mmm..” Moans slip past your lips as Jungkook’s hands hold your waist steady while fucks into your wet cunt over and over again. He’s not completely bottoming out to avoid making any unnecessary noises like your skin smacking against each other etc.

Jungkook’s eyes are settled down on your bouncing and jiggling tits, your nipples are perked up begging to be sucked on. He told you that you both needed to keep quiet but honestly it’s getting a bit harder with how good you wrap around his cock. Your cunt’s so fucking creamy dollops of slick coat his cock and form a ring around the base, which disappears everytime he slips back in to your dewy little pussy.

“Shit baby,” he grunts under his breath, “ ‘member we gotta keep quiet?” He bites down on his bottom lip and resists the urge to fuck into you harder.

You mewl softly in return and reach up to grip the pillow you’re laying on, “..trying,” you weakly huff, “just feels so good.” Your eyes are hazy and your speech comes out a little slurred, Jungkook already knows you’re about to start drooling at this point.

“Be a good girl for me.” He moans quietly and grips your chin tightly, pressing your cheeks together and making your pouty lips pucker up for him. “I know you can.” He whispers as his eyes drop down to where you’re both connected, a string of creamy slick already coats his pelvis and he curses at how much wetter you just got.

You gasp quietly and arch your back when his cock strikes your g-spot, perfectly rubbing up against it with his coordinated thrusts. You greedily roll your hips up into his and gurgle on your moans. “More,” you slur out, “wan’ more Jungkookie.”

He moans a little too loud as his hips stutter in their movements, he finds himself pressing in and rotating his hips in small circles. You’re just too fucking sexy for your own good, had his poor cock throbbing and everything. As Jungkook grinds in deeply, he listens to the sounds your cunt makes. It’s like macaroni in a pot.

“Holy fuck, you’re gonna make me cum baby.” Jungkook’s mouth falls open in a silent moan as he shudders, “Soaked lil’ pussy makin’ a mess on my cock, you gonna clean it for me?” He gasps quietly.

You nod eagerly and whimper for more, “C-Cum, cum in me.” You whisper out as your hand travels down, fingers parting in a ‘V’ right where his cock slides in and out. “P-Promise I’ve been good..!” You moan out, “Been the best girl for you.”

He loses it when your little fingers slide against his shaft everytime he backstrokes and then pushes back in. His balls ache and he fucks into you for a couple more seconds until he’s coming and filling your pussy to the brim. “Shit,” he releases a long sigh as he pants quietly and looks down, “fuckin’ hell.” Jungkook bites his lip and muffles his moan as he slowly slips his sensitive cock out of you with a wet plop.

You happily curl your legs towards you, hands coming under your thighs to hold them up so not a drop of cum is wasted. “Did good?” You sleepily ask.

“Perfect.” Jungkook licks his lips and leans up to kiss you as he trails a hand down to your slicked up pussy, fingers dipping into the mess you created down there. He intends on getting you messier, good thing you have all night long.

Jennie doesn’t sleep at all after that night. She remembers lying awake in bed as images flashed through her brain like a sequence. She thinks about your messy thighs and how your pussy stretched around Jungkook’s cock. Needless to say she went to bed uncomfortably hot down there and a pair of wet panties.

She doesn’t look neither you nor Jungkook in the eye the next day when she goes to get breakfast. You’re as clueless as ever but something about Jungkook’s dark eyes having this knowing look in them tells her he did that shit on purpose. She chooses to ignore it and continue like nothing happened. Maybe it was time she took Lisa up on that offer on being fuck buddies.

A couple of days later Jungkook breaks the ice between them two. Jennie had been home early from classes when a knock on the door broke her out of her thoughts. She opened up and came face to face with Jungkook, “What do you want?” She deadpans, even though her actions say another thing as she steps to the side for him to enter.

“If you’re here for y/n she ain’t here, though I’m sure you don’t need my help in finding her since you’re always with her and shit.” Jennie waves her hand as she walks off without looking back at him, “Don’t fuckin’ make a mess or touch my shit.” She fully intends to go to her room but Jungkook calls out to her.

“Enjoyed the show last week?” Jungkook calmly replies.

Jennie stops in her tracks, “What show? You mean the movie we watched together?” She turns around and eyes him in distaste.

“You know what I’m talking about you little pervert.” Jungkook smirks, “I’m not fucking blind to the way you’ve been looking at my girl, and it’s not like I didn’t hear you go into the bathroom and just never go to your room after that.”

Her face heats up in embarrassment as she glares at Jungkook, “Fuck off Jungkook.”

“No really, did you enjoy watching her squirt all over my fingers and soaking the bed sheets? I bet you really wanted a taste of her creamy lil’ pussy. Bet you thought about how tight she’d feel around your fingers, makes you wanna have a taste for yourself don’t it?” He grins.

Jennie’s mind screams yes and for a second she nearly gives in and confesses. However, she’s just as prideful as she is horny, “The day I fuck her Jeon is the day you’ll be wishing you never spoke about it. Because just like that she’ll be playing for both teams when I’m through with her.” She watches his face fall and turn into something more serious, like he’s feeling threatened, “They always wanna come but they never wanna leave.” She winks and heads into her room.

“J-Jungkook..!” You cry out, voice high pitched and breathy as an even louder squelching noise resonates in the background.

He’s got his fingers knuckle deep inside of your slicked up pussy, thrusting them in and out at a mad pace. It’s so quick that your squirting out bits of slick whilst he fucks you with his fingers. Jungkook’s hell bent on getting you to cum for him, he looks pissed off and you can’t help but wonder why.

“Mmmm..!” You squeal out and shake under him, “S-Slow down Jungkookie,” you whimper out, “ ‘s too much!”

Jungkook does the complete opposite of what you asked and only speeds up, “Pussy’s all mine isn’t it baby? Say it for me, whose pussy is this?” He curls his fingers and searches for your g-spot, intending to abuse it.

You throw your head back and scramble to grip his wrist tightly, “Yours! It’s yours,” you sob out, “p-please..!” You feel tears well up in your eyes, “Jungkookie!”

“That’s right, all fuckin’ mine baby,” he growls and leans down to bury his face in your thighs, “all mine.” He repeats and takes your throbbing clit into his mouth.

You literally die and go to heaven. (And Jennie sits smug in her room because she’s the reason for your passing.)

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mp0625 · 5 months

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Pass the Cranberries

Oscar Piastri x reader

Taglist. Masterlist.

A/N: To everyone that voted Oscar you were correct! Happy Thanksgiving to those who celebrate!!

“So I’m meeting your parents today?” Oscar asked, looking at you from the passenger seat.

“Yes, and my brother and sister, my grandparents on both sides, my aunt and uncle from my mom’s side and my great aunt and uncle will be there Thursday.” You list keeping your eyes on the road watching for deer as you wind down the country road.

“How much farther?” He questions after you hit another pothole.

“We are here!” You said as you pull off the larger dirt road onto a smaller one lane dirt road.

“So this is where you grew up?” He looked over at you questionly.

“Yup, born and raised.”

“When was the last time you were here?”

“Weekend before Vegas, while you were at the factory Zac let me go home early, I was able to do most of the work from home.” You said as you go farther up the driveway, as you pass a barn you mention. “That barn is one my great grandpa built, that we used to house cows. But now my mom wants to fix it up and create an air BnB.” As you pull up to the house you put the car in park, and you pop the trunk. As you are getting your suitcases out of the car you hear the front door open.

“Y/N” “Come hear I missed you!” Your mom is now standing on the front porch.

“You saw me two weeks ago.” You said as you walked over to give her a hug.

“Oh, me and your dad saw you on TV, they showed the analysts on the McLaren pit wall and we recognized you.” Your mom said holding you at arm's length. “Come inside, it’s chilly out here. Can I get y’all a drink?” She said opening the front door. As Oscar comes up the stairs behind you carrying your bag.

“Thank you.” Giving him a kiss on the cheek, you grab your bag from him and head inside.

The next morning, as you are drinking your coffee on the front porch. You hear mom call, “Y/N, can you run up to the gas station and grab a couple bags of ice? Please.”

“Yes ma’am.” You said standing up finishing your last sip of coffee. “Oscar, do you want to go with me? It’s about a 20 minute ride there and back.”

“Sure, let me grab my jumper.” He said heading into the house.

Once y’all were on y’all way back Oscar broke the comfortable silence by saying. “I didn’t realize you grew up this far out of town.”

“Yeah it was a little hard to do sports and stuff, but I loved it and wouldn’t have it any other way.” You said with a smile.

Once you pull in and get the ice unloaded. Your mom asks Oscar. “Can you help me with the mashed potatoes by peeling the potatoes? Please.”

“Sure.” He says coming into the kitchen. After a few minutes he asks. “Hey Y/N, am I doing this right?” Showing you a half peeled potatoe.

“Yeah, it looks perfect.” You said.

Thursday morning Oscar woke up to absolute chaos, you and your mom running around putting pots on the stove and turning crock pots on and firing up the smoker, even though y’all did most of the cooking yesterday. As you were putting the green beans on you heard someone pulling up the gravel driveway. You hear your dad shout from the front porch, “They’re here.” After everyone comes in and says hi and gets hugs, y’all settle on the couch and catch up while your aunt puts her food in the oven to keep warm.

In the middle of dinner You and Oscar were talking about one of the races from earlier this year, to your aunt. You hear your sister start up. “They Shouldn’t have done that, that's what caused him to crash!”

“You're just saying that because he’s your favorite.” Your brother shouted back.

“No I’m not.”

“Yes you are.”

“No I’m not.”

As they continue to get louder you start to call their names but they aren't listening so you have to resort to. “Will you please pass the cranberries?” “Will you please pass the cranberries?” “Please pass the cranberries!” You said hitting your hands on the table after every word.

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esmedelacroix · 3 months

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I saw fanart where Lyla and Gabriela are twins and hear me out: Miguel going into dad mode but also anxiety mode because he finds out you're having twins and ahhh he doesn't know how to handle this. What if he doesn't pay enough attention to both of them? How is he going to take care of both of them and you and do Spider-Man duty? But also he's hyped because TWO babies! Two! He's got mixed emotions.

hey nonnie! i love this omg, just imagine how excited but also nervous miguel would be to have not one, not two, but three girls to take care of...

Triple Trouble !

dad!miguel o'hara and his three girls !

𓅰 𓅸 𓅰 𓅸 𓅰 𓅸 𓅰 𓅸 𓅰 𓅸 𓅰 𓅸 𓅰 𓅸

futuredad!miguel o'hara who teared up at your appointment when the two of you found out you were having twins during an ultrasound. Afterward, he hugged you and knelt before you, thanking you for giving him a family.

futuredad!miguel o'hara who teared up even more at the gender reveal when the two of you found out that you were having twin girls. Both excitement and worry filled his stomach but mostly excitement.

futuredad!miguel o'hara who spent many restless nights working on the nursery whenever he was stressed or overthinking. You would often sit on the fluffy bean bag in the corner of the room ordering decorations and clothes for your girls. Out of the corner of your eyes, Miguel would be building their cribs and dressers while humming.

futuredad!miguel o'hara who would randomly geek about how excited he was about daily activities with the girls. "I can't wait to take them to the ranch over the summers," he sighed as he laid next to you one night, arms wrapped around you. You would giggle to yourself as he talked about how he got some bikes so he could take them to the park and teach them how to use them.

futuredad!miguel o'hara who started watching videos and practiced braids and hairstyles on you. He said he wanted to be ready to do their hair. He started off kind of bumpy but with consistent practice he got really good at it. He was relieved feeling more prepared to take care of his girls, and you got to have your hair done every day.

girldad!miguel o'hara who let you hold onto his hand throughout the whole pregnancy no matter how hard you squeezed. Who moved your hair away from your face whenever it got in the way and constantly planted kisses onto your forehead even though it was coated in sweat.

girldad!miguel o'hara who marveled at the beauty of his two newborn daughters and at you as you were glowing even after giving birth. "Gabriela and Lyla. They're perfect," Miguel said as held little baby Lyla against his chest. You had Gabriela in your arms and caressed the little hairs on her head.

girldad!miguel o'hara who told himself he wouldn’t be like Peter and bring his babies to work with him but he couldn't help himself. Once his daughters turned five years old and could walk and talk he took them to the spiders society and they loved it. They loved running around with spider-cat and pranking their father with Hobie.

girldad!miguel o'hara who takes the girls to their grandparent's house on Fridays so he can take you out and spend some alone time together. It's hard for him having three girls to take care of, to love, and to protect and not think that he isn't paying enough attention to you or the girls.

girldad!miguel o'hara who loved to see how different his daughters' styles were. The two of you liked to match them up when they were younger but let them experiment with their fashion tastes when they grew older. He liked seeing them have such different styles but still be so similar.

girldad!miguel o'hara who always does everyone's hair before they go out because after all that practice he did while you were pregnant, he got quite good at it. He would do bubble braids for Gabi, and double dutch braids for Lyla, and he helped you straighten your hair.

girldad!miguel o'hara who would somehow juggle being the leader of Spider Society and still make it to all of his daughters' sporting events, concerts, dance recitals, you name it. He drove a mom SUV with the family car stickers with the cute little stick figures. Always has his girls' bags in the trunk just in case and keeps pads and tampons on him and in his car in case one of his girls has an accident.

girldad!miguel o'hara who loves his daughters more than anything in the world and will never stop thanking you for giving him a family. Who loves you endlessly for always being there for him whenever he was overwhelmed or overthinking about whether or not he could be a good father. Who is your rock and helped you all throughout the pregnancy and helped take care of the girls.

girldad!miguel o'hara who is literally the best dad ever and takes immense pride in his daughters and wife <3

𓅰 𓅸 𓅰 𓅸 𓅰 𓅸 𓅰 𓅸 𓅰 𓅸 𓅰 𓅸 𓅰 𓅸

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neapolitanupsidedowncake · 7 months

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how mha characters would propose! Or just ask you out on a first date? 💗💗💗 Also I love ur blog sm its so cute!

BNHA BOYS PROPOSING 💖 gn!reader 💌

content warning: fluff, multiple char. x reader, mentions of wine

DENKI

i think from the first month or so of your relationship together he was thinking "im so gonna marry them 💖" but waited about 4 years or so into dating

he's really nervous about proposing 🥺😭

he wanted to make it special for his precious bean 💞

he asked kirishima and sero to help give him tips 😂

on the day he decided to propose he came to your house early in the morning so he could take you to a nice valley range

you guys just hang out at like 5 in the morning alone on top the pretty little hill he chose just talking about your life and some interesting things you saw recently

when suddenly (he was waiting for the perfect sunrise moment) he told you to follow him then close your eyes

he took you to a flower field nearby, knelt down and pulled out a pretty ring box (😭🥺) tells you to open your eyes!!

and it's just the cutest and nicest thing you've ever seen, and he tells you he loves you so much and he wants to spend eternity with you forever and ever 💗💗

IZUKU

this man goes all out!! and on your anniversary too!

on the day of your third anniversary, izuku is so excited and nervous because he really wanted to make a proposal special for you, his adorable little bean <;/3

he researched a LOT, and even finds out what knee to kneel on (left knee)

he dresses rather nice, debating for about thirty minutes with himself to dress more casually than a three piece suit, settling on wearing a beige sweater you gave him for his birthday.

he even asked his mom about tips, 💓 asking where some places would be nice to go to

he told you he wanted to meet at a shopping place for you to have some fun, then visit a park with pretty flowers

he takes you shopping for your anniversary gift for the day, and the whole time he holds your hand, thinking on how lucky he was to have you.

when it actually comes the time when you go to the park (the place he chose to propose) he's a little sweaty, nervous, and he fears you might just reject him

so when he suddenly, abruptly gets down on one knee (in his panic on his right knee), that wasn't his intention (he planned to do it in front of a pretty tree) but he's doing it

he's crying a little bit, and he starts off by saying that he loved you since he first talked to you in high school. he has a velvety ring box open, and he asks you "will you stay with me forever y/n?"

after you say yes, he's the happiest man in the world, crying, and he squeezes you in a tight hug 🥺💗💗 (in front of a park bench)

SHOTO

after about 3 years of dating, to propose, this guy makes a candlelight dinner for you two at your guys' house!!!!

fuyumi is so excited when she finds out because she LOVES you!!!

he asked his brother, natsuo if that was really cheesy or not, he said yeah, but he did it anyway.

he asked one of your friends secretly to take you out on the day he planned it all out, so it was a surprise for you

he made a meal you both liked, and he got fancy expensive candles and lit it with his fire a few minutes before you got home.

he even put some red rose petals around and on the table 💗💗

he makes sure to dress fancy, and for once even messes with his hair a little bit to make a nice style!

when your friend takes you home, you see the candlelight dinner, with the rose petals, and fancy wine and your soon to be fiancé in a nice suit 🥺💌

he walks you to the table and pulls your chair out for you (gentleman!!) and asks you how your day was with your friend.

you guys talk for a while, and after you both finish eating, he walks to your chair, kneels down, and pulls out an expensive looking ring box from his pocket.

in the soft candlelight, he says, "y/n, my love for you grows more and more every day, and I would be so lucky if you felt the same way. will you marry me?"

after you say yes, he fits the ring on you and decides to slow dance w you with some soft music in the back (🥺😭💗💗)

a/n: (lmao i think i changed the tense of the verbs like 3288432x but wtv lol) i like this prompt, it's really cute, and i love seeing cute proposals or hearing about them it's just too sweet yk? 🥺💖💖 i chose some of my favorite bois, i hope these reach your expectations anon!! so sorry for the long release date 😭

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roxygen22 · 2 months

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Brownie

"My Little Cocoa Bean" series

Summary: A stray pup finds his fur-ever home with the Wonka family. Ben/Bean is 7, and Charlotte/Charlie is 3.

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If the weekend weather was favorable, the Wonka family could be found in the park. Today was no exception. The four of you were walking down a gravel pathway, Willy walking backward so he could talk to you, Ben, and Charlotte about his latest invention. Ever the animated talker, he was using his hands and jumping around until a shrill yelp startled him as he stepped down near a bush.

"Did that bush just...yelp?" you asked curiously and held the children back from investigating. Willy got down on all fours to peer under the limbs. There, he spied a little brown furball cowering by the trunk.

"Well, hello there, little fella. Did I accidentally step on your tail? I'm sorry," he cooed. Willy reached into the bush and pulled a trembling puppy to his chest. He sat back on his feet so the family could see and was instantly crowded by Ben and Charlotte, who wanted a better look at the tiny animal.

"A puppy!" Charlotte cheered. You chided her to lower her voice so as to not frighten him further.

"Can we keep him?" Ben pleaded as he scratched under the pup's chin.

Willy didn't say anything, but he looked up at you with the same doe eyes and pouty lip as your children. Real helpful, dear, you thought.

"We really ought to make sure he doesn't belong to someone else first. But we can keep him safe in the meantime," you replied. "When we get back to town, we'll put up a notice in the square for a week. If nobody comes for him, then he can stay with us for good."

Willy stood and handed the pup to you, and of course you fell in love immediately, especially when he snuggled up to your chest. While you had to put up a responsible front, you secretly hoped that nobody would claim him. He was adorable, with one flopped ear and patches of white on his chest and feet. He looked like he had been dipped in chocolate - a perfect fit for your family.

You all took turns holding the puppy on your route home, first making a detour by the bulletin board in the downtown square. He scurried under the sofa when you first arrived at the house but quickly warmed up to Ben and Charlotte. He even licked the girl's face when she hung down from the couch to peer underneath. Her giggles eventually drew him out to play. The kids took great delight in watching him explore the house.

"I think we should name him..." Ben started to say. You quickly interrupted.

"No, no names until he's officially ours. Otherwise, you'll get attached." Too late, you thought to yourself. You knelt down to make eye contact with both of your children. "Now, I need you to understand that taking care of an animal is a big responsibility. He's more than just a toy to play with. He will be completely dependent on us for food, water, and clean bedding. The two of you will have to pick up after him, even if he's only with us for a little while."

"Charlie and I can handle it!" Ben piped up.

"Yeah!" Charlotte agreed.

"Great. I'm going to hold you to that. Now, let's see what we can find for him to eat." You stood and walked to the kitchen. You looked through the cabinets and refrigerator before deciding to mash up last night's leftovers and soften it up with some milk. The pup scarfed it down like he hadn't eaten in days. This brought on a new burst of energy, so the children took him outside to run off his zoomies (and theirs).

Willy made lunch while you kept an eye on the trio and joined in on their game of chase. He called you all in once the food was ready. The pup quickly learned that Charlotte was the one most likely to drop crumbs, both intentionally and unintentionally, so he settled beneath her chair. You were amazed when there was nothing to sweep up after the meal was done.

The kids took the puppy to the playroom while you and Willy cleaned up the kitchen and washed the dishes. You heard giggling, talking, and sounds of toys clanking for a little bit, but then everything grew quiet. You looked over at Willy who had picked up on it, too. It wasn't unusual for Ben to be quiet. But Charlotte? Both of you were wary. Willy smirked. "Go check it out. I'll finish up here," he said.

You dried your hands and made your way to the playroom. You put your ear to the door but still heard nothing. You quietly opened it and drew on all your strength not to squeal over the cuteness.

Ben was leaning against the wall asleep, head lolled to the side. Charlotte looked like she passed out on the rug mid-play. The puppy was laying on his belly between the two of them, eyes closed and all four legs stretched out in a sploot. It was a precious sight.

Willy came up behind you, set a hand on your hip and his chin on your head. He took in the scene and quietly chuckled. "They sat still too long," he whispered. The pup's ears twitched at his voice, but sensing no threat, he quickly dozed back off. You gently pulled the door to so they could continue to nap in peace.

Ben awoke before Charlotte about half an hour later and snuck out of the playroom with the puppy. He found you and Willy in the study.

"Hey, Bean. Sleep well?" Willy looked up from his newspaper and teased. Ben narrowed his eyes at his father in jest before turning his focus back to the puppy in his arms. He had declared years earlier that he was too old for naps now.

"Can you take the pup outside so he can stretch and take care of business?" you asked. He nodded and made his way to the back door. With the fenced-in back yard, you were comfortable letting your son learn responsibility and take care of this task on his own.

Then you heard Charlotte cry. Willy was up and out of the room before you could even react. His long legs made quicker work of getting across the house anyway.

Willy opened the playroom door to find Charlotte sitting up on the rug. She looked disoriented, looking around wildly with her tangled hair and tear-streaked face. Willy sat down beside the girl and scooped her up into his lap.

"Shhh, baby girl. I've got you. What's wrong?" he asked while rocking her.

Sobs wracked her tiny body. "The puppy is gone! Someone t-took h-him h-home!"

"Oh, no, Charlie. He's just outside with your brother. He woke up before you."

"Pwomise?"

"I pinky promise. And that's the most solemn vow there is!" He held up his pinky for Charlotte to link with hers, then kissed her on the head. "Come on, I'll take you outside to show you."

Willy reappeared briefly in the study with Charlotte on his hip. She laid her forehead in the crook of his neck and occasionally took shuddered breath as she calmed down. "I'm going to take her outside to see the puppy."

Ah, she must have been upset about the dog. She will be devastated if someone does claim him. But doing what is right isn't always easy, you reminded yourself. Soon, you heard the girl's cheerful laughter ringing throughout the yard. All was right in her world again.

The rest of the evening was uneventful. You started dinner and called your family inside when the food was ready. The dog took up his previous station under Charlotte's chair, but this time you also provided him with his own bowls of food and water on the floor.

"I'll stop by the store on my way home tomorrow for some supplies and food for him," Willy offered. "I'll also ask around if anyone is missing a pup." Ben and Charlotte both pouted. You and Willy exchanged knowing looks.

The family finished up dinner in relative silence and set about their nightly routines to get ready for bed.

"Where will he sleep tonight?" Ben asked as he rubbed the pup's belly.

"We'll set up a box for him in the kitchen with a warm blanket," you replied.

"The kitchen?" Willy asked.

"Well, yes. That way if he makes a mess it's easier to clean up. Why?"

"No, that makes sense. I...I just think he may get a little lonely is all."

"I think some separation will be good so we don't get too attached. Not yet," you replied, mainly for your own benefit.

Willy kissed you on the forehead. "Always the voice of reason. Alright kids, time to brush teeth and go to bed. Bean, you get to pick the story tonight." His voice faded as he herded the children down the hallway.

You dug out a wooden crate out of the storage room and placed a cozy blanket inside. You picked up the pup, gave him a snuggle and a good scratch behind the ears, and laid him in the crate. You gently pet him on the head until his eyes closed, then off you went to bed.

A couple of hours later, you were awakened by pitiful whimpering. You laid in bed for a few moments in hopes that the puppy would settle on his own, but you had no such luck. You grumbled as you sat up. *Just like taking care of a baby again.*

You put on your robe and tiptoed to the kitchen so as to not wake the others. Upon turning on the light, you saw the pup looking up at you, wagging his tail and whining.

"Hey there. What's all this about, hmm?" Gently you picked him up and he licked your face in return. You suspected he was just lonesome, but you went through a mental list of all his other potential needs as well. First was a trip outside in case he needed to potty. He romped around and barked, bowing at you to get you to play.

You tsked at him. "Shh, no, this is not time for play. Go take care of your business." The pup conceded, though he got distracted a few times by sniffing around the yard. You brought him back inside and set him up with a little more soft food and water in the crate. After a few reassuring pets, you stood to exit the kitchen and go back to bed.

He instantly took up whimpering again.

"Now, now, shhh. Let's not wake the family." You sat back down by the crate and encouraged him to lay down, fluffing up the blanket around him. You got back up once you thought he was settled again, just to be rewarded with more whimpering. So you sat down again with a huff.

Willy shuffled into the kitchen in his pajamas when he discovered you were no longer in bed. He stifled a laugh when he found you in a similar state to your son earlier in the playroom.

You had fallen asleep sitting up against the kitchen cabinet beside the crate with your head lolled to the side. The puppy was asleep, too...

...in your lap.

"Separation, huh?" he playfully mocked. "She's going to be sore in the morning if she stays like that," he muttered to himself. He knelt down and gently shook your shoulder.

"Hey, my sweet. Wake up."

You blinked and squinted in response to the kitchen light you had left on. You looked around then down in your lap at the sleeping furball. You realized you caved and coddled him out of desperation.

"He finally fell asleep. The poor dear was whimpering pitifully. I gave him food and water, even let him outside, but he would whine anytime I stood to leave. You were right. He got lonely."

"He might just be sad that dogs can't have chocolate," Willy said with a deadpan face and serious tone. You cut your eyes at him and tried to act surly, as this was no time to joke, but you couldn't help but laugh softly. He broke out into a childish grin.

"I've never slept well on the first night in a new place," he continued. "Especially if it was too quiet. There was always background noise on the ship." You could tell an idea struck him when his face lit up. "I'll be right back!"

Willy scurried out of the room and returned just as quickly with a wind-up clock in hand. "I read about this once," he said with hushed excitement as he sat down in front of you and the crate. "You place it near their bed at night to comfort them. The rhythm reminds them of...of their mother's heartbeat." His excitement dimmed as he looked down at the pup, though you knew his thoughts were elsewhere. You leaned forward to squeeze his hand.

"Do you think we should bring his crate to our room?" you asked hesitantly after a few moments.

Willy nodded fervently. "He is just a baby, after all. We kept our other babies close at first."

"Willy. He's not a *human* baby. And he's not ours. Not yet."

"Maybe not. But will it hurt to treat him like family while he's here?" he asked with a pout.

"It may hurt us later if he has to leave."

"True, but we will cross that bridge if it gets here. Make the most of now. Besides, you risk closing yourself off from the world entirely if you avoid attachments to anyone or anything that may leave."

"So wise at two in the morning," you chuckled and shook your head.

"I have my moments." He smiled as he carefully picked the puppy up from your lap and offered his hand to help you up. You picked up the crate and clock and returned to your room. You sank into your bed with a sigh as Willy got the pup settled in the crate on his side. Ever the doting father, you thought happily. Soon, everyone was asleep again.

The days went by and you only received one inquiry about the pup. Sadly for them, the description of their missing dog didn't match, but it was difficult to keep the joy out of your voice. He quickly became embedded in your daily routine, as if he had been part of the family all along. He was Charlotte's shadow by day and Ben's in the evening when he returned home. Once the children went to bed, he would lay his head on your lap as you and Willy cozied up by the fire. You counted down the days until you could claim the pup. It would break your heart to see him go now, especially now that he was letting you sleep through the night again.

You and Willy called the children to the study. "Alright, kids. The puppy is officially ours! Now we can name him," you announced excitedly. Ben and Charlotte jumped up and down while the pup bounced around and barked.

"Anything but Tiddles, please," Willy supplied.

"Well, I think he looks like he's dipped in chocolate, but Fondue just doesn't sound right," you replied. "Maybe Biscuit, like the storybooks?"

"What about Brownie?" Ben asked and looked around at everyone. The puppy barked. "I think he likes it!"

"Bwowneeeeeee!" Charlotte squealed.

"That has a nice ring to it," Willy agreed as he pulled a collar out of his pocket and placed it around the puppy's neck. "Welcome to the family, Brownie!"

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carmybears · 2 years

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BF!Carmy Headcannons

I swear I'm still working on Carmy fics (slowly but surely I promise!!) but here have some morsels that have been living in my notes app -- all carmy x reader fluff

You’re the one who has to initiate the first kiss bc you’re pretty sure you were going to grow old waiting for him to do it

It was obvious that he wanted to kiss you (lots of long, lingering looks at your lips like WOW) but he’s still so uncertain of himself in romantic situations that he let his hesitations get the best of him

And let’s be real, you had been flirting your ass off trying to get him to kiss you — it could not have been any more clear that you wanted to just make out with him, but he was just not reading the signs

So the next time you caught him trying to turn away suddenly after letting his gaze linger on your lips, you caught his jaw and just planted a sweet kiss on his surprised lips

Just kiss him silly!! He deserves it!!

Physical touch is absolutely his love language, but he’s so touch starved and concerned about screwing up his first real relationship that it takes him a while to come around to being physically affectionate with you

Like, you come over to his apartment after a shift at the restaurant one night just to watch cooking shows together and he can’t even concentrate on TV because he’s too busy overthinking whether it’s ok for him to put his arm around you

When he finally comes around though, you can hardly keep his hands off you

If you’re in the kitchen cooking dinner together, Carmy’s gonna find a reason to put his hand around your waist or lower back. If you’re sitting together on the L, he’s got his hand on your knee. If you’re hanging out together on the couch, he’s got your legs draped across his lap

He is bad about holding hands tho

He doesn’t dislike holding hands by any means, but he’s not good at it — just too fidgety. He’s always toying with something (emotional support spoon) or talking with his hands, so holding hands for any period of time doesn’t work out for him that well. He’s always quick to give your hand a reassuring squeeze if you need it, or to run his thumb softly over the back of your knuckles though

Whenever you’re out and about together, he always makes sure to walk on the sidewalk between you and the street. Similarly, when standing at street intersections or on the platform waiting for the L, he angles himself toward you defensively, keeping half of his body tilted behind you so that no one could come up from behind and shove you forward into danger.

As a transplant to the Chicago, you make it your life’s mission to make Carmy take you on dates to typical touristy destinations around the city, even though he insists that they’re overrated

He complains the whole way out to Shedd Aquarium but then the two of you end up having the best time watching the fish and touching the stingrays in the touch pool. He won’t admit it, but it’s actually kind of a relief to be out of his normal environment and to have some time enjoying the city through your eyes.

Afterward, you drag him through Millennium park to see the Cloud Gate (and make lots of jokes about him being able to find the bean along the way)

When you arrive, the sun is just getting ready to set, and the reflective surface of the sculpture glows in shades of orange and pink. The stainless steel is smudged with fingerprints, but you still pull out your phone and take pictures in the mirrored surface, including your favorite photo of yourself and Carmy where he has his arms draped loosely around your waist as he presses a kiss to your temple

Because his work schedule makes it hard to plan out specific date nights, you start making a habit of texting him a picture of the ingredients for whatever dinner you’re making that night, telling him you’ve got enough food for two

When late summer gives way to a brisk autumn, you can’t help but notice the way carmy’s cheeks and the tip of his nose turn red in the cold wind as he walks to and from work everyday, so you take to greeting him with a kiss, cradling his cheeks in your hands

“I’m just helping you defrost” you explain, feeling the sharpness of his cool skin under your warm palm

(He thinks that maybe you’re defrosting him in more ways than one)

The first time you come back to his apartment after a shift at the restaurant, he clams up a bit, slightly embarrassed at the state of the place with its minimal decorations, oven full of vintage denim and nightstand cluttered with Pepto and 5 Hour Energy. It actually makes him a bit nauseous to imagine what his place must look like to you. But he’s relieved when you take it all in stride, choosing instead to flip through his stack of cookbooks and ask him how he got into vintage denim collecting.

The only thing you rib him about is his choice in peanut butter as he makes you both pb&j’s. “Really Carmen, creamy peanut butter,” you mock disgust. “What are you? Afraid of a little crunch?”

He has crunchy peanut butter in his cabinet by the next time you visit.

Carmy definitely has some trouble with an avoidant attachment style, and frequently needs his own space, especially after sharing anything with you that is particularly sensitive or vulnerable. He’s really working on being a communicative partner though, and does what he can to make sure you know that he isn’t pushing you away and that he appreciates you respecting his boundaries.

He’s always sure to make it up you out afterward though — whether it’s leaving work early enough to cook you dinner, taking you out for date night or just spending some extra time cuddling together, he’s determined to make sure you know how special you are to him.

When Carmy realizes that he’s in love with you, it scares him shitless because oh my god he really didn’t expect to ever feel this way about someone and he had pretty much accepted it as a fact of life that he’d always just be coming home to an empty apartment

The trouble with realizing that he loves you is that he absolutely obsesses over how to tell you, and he ends up acting strange and shy around you for a full week before you finally crack and ask just what the hell has gotten into him lately

“I’m sorry it’s just that I’ve been trying to figure out how to tell you that I love you.”

“You love me?”

“Uh, yeah. I hope that’s ok.”

Instead of answering, you kiss him tenderly and tell him that you love him too.

#carmy berzatto X reader #carmen berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto fluff #carmen berzatto fluff #carmy x reader fluff #carmy berzatto x reader fluff

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dwindlinghaze · 1 year

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where did you go?

(peter parker x fem!reader)

summary: peter woke up in a strange city and you're nowhere to be found.

contents: angst, peter crying

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"goodnight pete,"

that is the only thing he remembered before waking up this morning in a place he barely recognises.

his room was just like his room but he doesn't know where all his stuff go. his bed is in a white-coloured bed sheet instead of the dark blue one he had the night before. his desk was neat and clean, unlike the one he had before today. when he looked outside the window, the building next door he vividly memorised wasn't there. and most importantly, you weren't there.

no note, no messages, no calls. you never left him without a trail.

peter went back to sleep hoping all of this is just a dream. a nightmare.

he woke up for the second time that day only to be met with the same scene before.

he pinched himself until his arms were bruised. he called aunt may but she didn't answer. he called you, and still, no response.

he decided that your phone was probably dead or you forgot to bring it. peter walked to your part-time workplace, a small library near the park. you've volunteered to work at the place to fill in your summer holidays with.

peter ran down the path to the park to only be met with a big building. the roads were all the same but everything around is misplaced. he asked one of the security people where the park that's supposed to be on this building's ground is. the security answered that there was never a park in this street.

then he asked where the verona library is and the officer once again said that there was no verona library in here but there is a library around.

peter thanked the security then he ran to the library nearby.

as he opened the door he saw a young boy sitting on one of the bean bags. "hey do you think you can help me?"

the boy looked at him and say to peter, "mother said i'm not allowed to talk to strangers."

"where's your mother?" peter asked.

"here," a stern voice of an older woman bellowed.

"oh yea- uh do you think you know someone named y/n? she works here as a volunteer to help you." peter reported

"y/n? volunteer? what volunteer? i don't know what you are talking about boy. do you want to borrow a book?" the woman dictated.

"no. she works here! here's a picture of her and please tell me you remembered her!" peter pulled out his phone and held it to the woman's face with shaky hands.

"do i know you?"

"no, but she knows you- she works here every monday, tuesday, and thursday from ten to four. i'm sure you know her!" his lips trembled as he talked.

"i fear i don't. go home, she's probably sleeping."

peter huffed and walked around to find something familiar. even the clock tower looks different. this one is more modern and advanced than the one he remembered.

he walked more and more, holding back his worry and tears as the wind flew past. he saw a young couple at the wishing well, tossing pennies on the water.

it reminded him of peter's first date where he took you out and brought you to the wishing well to wish thousands of impossible things with him.

he eyes glanced at the couple again, tears now flowing down his cold cheeks. a swarm of complicated feelings flying around him.

the boy looked at peter and furrowed his brows at him as he kissed his date's shoulder. the girl giggled and wrapped her arms around the boy in return.

and that reminded him of you too. you giggled whenever peter kisses your shoulders because you said it's ticklish.

peter tore his eyes from the two then he finally came to the police station.

"i think i've been kidnapped." he said.

"uh you're in a police station." the officer replied.

"i know but- i don't recognise this place! it's the same as my old town- queens but everything is different here! that sandwich bar across the street is supposed to be a bank!"

"could you give me your name please? and maybe describe your situation."

"i'm peter. peter parker. i fell asleep last night in my own bed and then this morning i woke up in my bed but it's not my bed. i know for a fact that it's not!"

"uh have you been drunk or drugged?"

"no! i'm only 20 i don't drink nor do i remember being drugged."

"where do you live?"

"20 ingram street, forest hills, queens."

"the thing is- there is no such thing as ingram street."

"there is! i live there. it must be a mistake! here is my citizenship card. look '20 ingram street'."

"i think you're just drunk." the officer waved off. a ringing silence filling the room so loud.

"i'm not drunk! i swear someone must've kidnapped me and put me in a place similar to my home! tell me, who are you working for?"

"i work for the federal government of new york."

"you know what forget it."

he walked back to his place or not his place and peter dropped to the floor, clutching his chest as he wailed.

he doesn't know what happened. he prayed and prayed that this will go away. or all of this were just a dream.

that's all he ever asked for.

where did you go?

the door opened, revealing the boy in the park peter saw earlier.

"stop right there!" he yelled, pointing his finger at peter's hunched body on the floor. "what are you doing in my apartment?"

peter's ear was ringing, his vision was blurry. "i have no idea what i'm doing here! do you know where am i?"

"who are you?" he questioned.

"i'm peter. peter parker."

"no. you're lying."

"i'm not. i am peter parker."

"i am peter parker."

#peter parker x you #peter parker fluff #peter parker x reader #peter parker x fem #peter parker fic #peter parker blurb #peter parker and reader #peter parker angst #peter x reader

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CH 1- A Dying Man's Wish

Hey, we're back with a sequel! Join Adelaide and Ian in their adventure to Isla Sorna. All new characters and all new situations, but the same ol' g/t. Links to the prev story below.

Only a Couple Days: FIRST ; LAST

Adelaide woke up in a dark, soft, and confined space. A fast and rhythmic thumping pounded against the wall behind her. That’s what had woken her up.

Curious and a little groggy from her unintentional nap, Adelaide started to pull herself to the top of Ian’s pocket. It was his heart that pounded behind her, but she wasn’t sure what he could possibly be nervous/excited/mad about.

She had almost made it to the top when a gentle pressure pushed her into Ian’s chest, sending her back to the bottom. It was probably (hopefully) his hand, and he probably passed it off as an itch or something to the outside world, but this was his way of telling her not to come out. Just as quickly as the pressure appeared, it vanished.

Instead of kicking him and stubbornly trying again, Adelaide decided to actually use her ears and figure out where they were before she moved. She chided herself for just assuming she was in the clear.

There was a loud, ever-present clattering noise that she couldn’t identify, and the faint sound of people talking. Then, a much louder, much closer voice spoke.

“You’re him, right?”

Ian responded, and his voice reverberated throughout Adelaide’s body. It was louder than usual, as it often was when he spoke to other Beans. “Excuse me?”

“The scientist? The guy? I saw you on TV.”

Ian’s heart rate picked up even more, and Adelaide started to catch on. After they left the island, there was a ton of ‘legal drama’, though she didn’t understand much of it. What she did know was that someone or something powerful was mad at Ian because he spoke out about what happened. That earned him a lot of negative attention, and he frequently complained about it to her when he got home.

Adelaide didn’t leave the house very often, so she never experienced this firsthand, but now, here they were. And he was right. It was annoying.

Without a response from Ian, the guy kept pushing. “I believed you.” Again, Ian didn’t say anything. The guy then roared, imitating a dinosaur.

Ian just shifted away, sending Adelaide to the other side of the pocket, but she didn’t even register the movement, too preoccupied with this guy’s audacity. She applauded Ian for his restraint because, if it were her, she would have already gone feral. Who did this guy think he was? What kind of asshole would act like that? Adelaide had to restrain herself from jumping out of the pocket and sticking him with her knife. The only thing holding her back was the fact that it sounded like more people were around.

After that, the guy left them alone, but Adelaide stayed fuming for a long time, and she could not sit still. The pocket was cramped, and though it was cozy when she needed a nap, it was stifling when she was full of energy.

Eventually, Ian stood up, and gravity forced Adelaide to the bottom of the pocket. As he started walking, she dared to peek her head out, but upon seeing a vast sea of people, ducked back down. Adelaide felt a little exhilarated. This was the longest trip she’d ever taken outside, excluding Jurassic Park, and the appeal of adventure was tantalizing. Sitting in Ian’s pocket, she was invincible, and she could go anywhere.

Actually, not too long ago, Adelaide actively did not want to tag along when he went places, but on one particular day, Ian won her over, as he so often did.

***

“This sounds very familiar... Oh yeah, it sounds exactly like that time you begged me to come to Jurassic Park and we almost died,” Adelaide said.

“Hey-”

“No, I’m sorry. That was too far. I was joking. Not a good joke... I just don’t have any desire to see John Hammond ever again.” Adelaide had long since forgiven Ian for dragging her along. She never really blamed him in the first place. John Hammond, however...

“Neither do I, but he um, he insists. What am I supposed to do? Not honor a dying – a dying man’s wishes?” Ian protested.

Adelaide stopped. “Woah, he’s dying?”

“That’s what it sounded like.”

She gave it some thought. The appeal of seeing new sights and feeling fresh air on her skin was strong, so half the battle was already won for him. And Ian was right – they couldn’t just ignore someone who was dying.

“Man...” Adelaide trailed off, unable to think of an argument she hadn’t used yet.

“Please don’t make me do this by myself,” Ian complained.

“Fine,” Adelaide conceded. “But no dinosaurs!”

“No dinosaurs,” Ian agreed.

***

Adelaide pounded her fists on Ian’s chest.

He looked down, wondering what she was getting at, and checked around himself before he pinched the pocket open. “What?”

“Is it clear? I’m dying,” Adelaide whined.

Ian checked around again, just in case, then gave her the all clear. “Just be prepared to uh, duck back down. We’re almost – almost at the door.”

Adelaide rushed to the top, hanging her arms dramatically over the edge of the pocket. Fresh air met her face, and she closed her eyes as she took a long, deep breath. This felt nice.

The world around her was gorgeous. Lush green grass with all kinds of colorful flowers lined the walkway, which was impeccably clean itself. The sky was crystal clear, and an active, ornate fountain stood up ahead before a massive house. House? Castle? Adelaide didn’t know it was possible to have a house this big. Ian’s was big, but it was nothing compared to this.

As they approached the door, Adelaide took one last breath, savoring the crisp fall air. Then, she retreated back into the pocket. Hammond knew about her, sure, but she didn’t know who else would be there and she didn’t want to chance anything. No way he lived in that big of a space by himself. That would just be greedy.

Ian checked to make sure Adelaide was in place before he rang the doorbell.

They didn’t have to wait long before an old man hesitantly opened the door. “Who should I tell Mr. Hammond is calling?” he asked in a fancy accent.

“Uh, Ian Malcolm,” Ian said. “I’ve been summoned.” He gave a light shrug.

Adelaide hated not knowing what was going on. She trusted Ian completely, but she preferred to see where they were and who was around, just in case. The anticipation of literally anything happening was unbearable sometimes.

As they entered the mansion, Adelaide heard faint music. It was almost immediately interrupted by a semi-familiar voice.

“Dr. Malcolm!”

Another familiar voice. “Hello, Dr. Malcolm!”

Oh my god ! It was Lex and Tim! But like.... definitely older. They did all the “great to see you's” and such, and she felt them give Ian a hug.

Adelaide was torn. Again, she didn’t know who was around, and she hadn’t seen these guys in forever. They were still kids, still dangerous, but they literally survived near-death experiences together. That had to count for something, right?

“Is Adelaide with you?” Lex asked. It seemed Adelaide’s decision was made for her.

“Oh yeah, she’s right here,” Ian said as he patted the pocket, knowing full well how much it would annoy Adelaide.

“Dude!” Adelaide called after being repeatedly shoved into his chest. She was not amused, but it certainly sounded like the kids were, if their giggles were any indication. She guessed that meant she should come out and say hello.

Adelaide stuck her head out, but almost fell back to the bottom of the pocket when she saw just how big they were. Lex was at eye level and Tim was fast approaching.

“Hi,” Adelaide said after an awkward pause. “You got... tall.” What else should she say?

“You didn’t,” Tim snickered.

“Tim!” Lex chided, smacking him on the arm, but Adelaide laughed.

“That was my bad. I uh… walked into that one,” she chuckled. The kids sobered up quickly and Adelaide noticed that they seemed.... stiff.

“Is everything okay?” Ian asked, picking up on the tension in the air as well.

“Well, not exactly,” Lex admitted. Not a second later, hordes of footsteps could be heard trampling down the stairs. Adelaide turned to look but was blocked by the wall that was Ian’s chest. Better safe than sorry.

“That sounds like my cue.... Good to see you guys again,” Adelaide said. She wasn’t sure if that was true, but at the very least it was polite. She applauded herself on the normal social interaction as she ducked down just in time to hear someone call Ian.

“Here to share a few campfire stories with my uncle?” it said in a cold, pretentious, and accented voice.

Ian’s heart rate picked up again. “You can convince the Washington Post and Skeptical Inquirer of what you want, but I was there. I know what happened and so do you,” he said.

“Do you actually believe that everyone who chose discretion did so for a nefarious motive? Even Lex and Tim?” the man countered.

Oh. This felt different than the guy on the subway. This man sounded smart. He sounded like he was well aware of the situation and knew how to handle it. He sounded exactly like the guys Ian complained about.

Adelaide felt herself get riled up all over again. She listened as they argued about stuff she already knew. Signing an agreement, misinforming the public, compensation for Ian's injuries (which he didn’t take, much to Adelaide’s protests), and the loss of his tenure.

Her blood boiled as they continued to talk. Ian kept trying to defend himself, but it was a losing battle. She wished he would just punch the man square in the jaw instead. Ian wouldn’t win by talking – he was good at it, but it sounded like these guys were better. He could definitely win by brute force. Apparently Human Beans frowned upon that, though.

Adelaide didn’t notice how much she was moving, frustrated that she couldn’t defend her friend, through words or fighting or otherwise, until Ian once again laid a hand over top of her. Entirely not in the mood, she kicked at it until it left. Maybe she should show herself. Maybe if the man saw her, she could use his momentary shock to attack.

In fact, Adelaide almost did that when she heard him say, “Careful. This suit cost more than your education.”

Not long after, Ian pinched the pocket open as he approached Hammond’s room, annoyed. “Stop moving so much!” he said. His face took up the whole opening, making Adelaide feel like she was under a microscope. She had to remind herself that he wasn’t annoyed with her , it was just a shitty situation to be in and she probably wasn’t helping by wriggling around.

“I can’t help it! It’s cramped and I’m pissed off! He shouldn’t talk to you that way!”

Ian laughed sadly. “That’s uh, just the way the world works.”

“I need to move around,” Adelaide said. “I have too much energy and I might just channel it into stabbing that guy's eyeball.”

“Okay,” Ian blinked. “That’s... maybe we need to take it down – take it down a skosh.” He knocked on a gorgeously carved wooden door, and a faint ‘come in’ was heard.

Adelaide let out a frustrated noise as Ian opened the door. The appeal of adventure was wearing off by the second, and she regarded the pocket with distaste as she plopped down again . Maybe going outside was not her thing. There was enough adventure in the walls, anyway.

“You’re alright, it’s uh, just Hammond,” Ian said aloud.

Adelaide didn’t like that he announced her presence, but Hammond probably already knew. Plus, she didn’t come all this way not to at least say hello. Tentatively, she peeked out.

Ian stood near the doorway, and across the room, in a decorated wooden bed, lay John Hammond, looking worse than the last time they met. He was surrounded by medical equipment that Adelaide recognized from their week in the hospital after Jurassic Park.

Adelaide didn’t even have time to wonder who was going to speak first, or what anyone was going to say.

“You were right, and I was wrong. There! Did you ever expect to hear me say such a thing? Thank God for Site B.” Hammond spewed those words out as if he’d been rehearsing them. He was absolutely the same man, but his energy was a lot more subdued.

Adelaide glanced up at Ian who was glancing down at her with the same confused expression.

“Site B?” Ian asked hesitantly, fearing an explanation would confirm what he thought might be true.

“Isla Nublar was just a showroom, something for the tourists. Site B was the factory floor. That was on Isla Sorna, miles from Nublar. We bred the animals there and nurtured them for a few months, then moved them into the park,” Hammond elaborated.

Ian slowly approached Hammond as he spoke. “Oh, really?” His tone was cautious, not wanting to give away exactly what he thought just yet.

Adelaide didn’t know what she expected. At least a ‘hello’, right? Some form of introduction or ‘how are you doing’? But they just sort of jumped into business. At the end of the day, that’s what John Hammond was – a businessman – but the immediate gravity of the discussion was jarring.

Hammond continued to explain that a storm wiped out the human facilities on that second island and the animals were somehow thriving, despite all the efforts to keep them from living without human involvement.

“How?” Adelaide blurted.

Although his smile was warm, Hammond’s cold, blue eyes focused in on her for the first time since they arrived, and it made her uneasy.

“That’s one of the thousand questions I want the team to answer,” he said.

“Oh,” Adelaide muttered, dissatisfied.

“Team?” Ian prompted calmly, also dissatisfied but knowing how to keep the conversation going. He still maintained his cool until he knew for sure what was happening and why exactly they were here.

Hammond continued his explanation as he struggled to get up out of bed. Ian offered a hand, which Hammond took, but then he was off on his own to the other side of the room. Adelaide stayed frozen and tense the whole time. Ian followed.

Apparently, Hammond gathered a team of people to study and document the dinosaurs. There were no fences on the island, but they’d stay away from the interior so as to avoid the ‘dangerous ones.’

As Hammond spoke, he addressed both Ian and Adelaide, so Adelaide had to pretend like she understood what he was talking about and nod along. When she couldn’t take it any longer, she climbed up to Ian’s shoulder, which was not easy when he wore his leather jacket. Even then, she dragged out the process to avoid engaging in the conversation.

“Don’t worry, I’m not making the same mistakes again,” Hammond assured. Adelaide couldn’t help but snort at the absurdity. They sure sounded like the same mistakes.

Maybe she should have been a bit more careful, but with the state Hammond was in, Adelaide doubted he posed any threat to her, especially up on Ian’s shoulder. So, she let herself laugh, but then almost immediately felt bad for thinking that. Jesus Christ, he’s dying. Be nice .

Ian voiced her thoughts aloud. At least, the ones about ‘making mistakes.’ “No, you’re making – you're making all new ones. Who are the four lunatics you’re trying to con into this?”

Oh no. Adelaide was fairly certain she knew why they were here now. Why else would Hammond invite them?

“Ian-” Adelaide started to warn him, but Hammond interrupted. Her voice was quiet, so probably not intentionally, but it peeved her off nonetheless.

“Nick Van Owen, a video documentarian.” Hammond handed Ian a stack of files as he spoke. “Eddie Carr, a field equipment expert. We have our paleontologist, and I was hoping you might be the fourth.”

Unfortunately, Adelaide assumptions were correct. She also didn’t miss the way Hammond didn’t count her as a person. “Absolutely not,” she said immediately.

Hammond took Ian’s arm and Adelaide pressed herself against Ian’s neck, just in case, but he only used it to help him walk.

Hammond tried for sympathy instead. Their company, InGen, was in legal trouble and there were some who wanted to exploit site B to bail them out. Apparently, a stupid rich family stopped on the island and their daughter obviously got hurt because it was full of dinosaurs, so that sped up the process. Essentially, Hammond no longer had control of the company.

“Don’t care,” Adelaide shrugged. Hammond ignored her, turning his attention fully to Ian.

“Public opinion is the one thing I can use to preserve the island, but to rally support, I need a complete photo record of those animals alive and in their natural habitats,” he said.

“So, you went from capitalist to naturalist in just four years. That’s - that's something,” Ian mused, but Hammond pushed on.

“It’s our last chance at redemption,” he pleaded.

“Don’t. Care.” Adelaide repeated, actively hoping to draw his attention back to her, which was... new. She was getting bolder, and she didn’t care that Hammond was a giant. She wasn’t going back to any island, Ian wasn’t going back to any island, and neither of them were ever going to see dinosaurs ever again. There was no argument. And Hammond needed to know that.

“Della,” Ian held up his hand, which meant ‘shut up’. Insulted, Adelaide was about to argue, but Ian continued, and it seemed like they were on the same page. Thank God. “John. No. Of course, uh, no. We’re not going. And I’m gonna contact the other three members of your team, and I’m gonna stop them, uh, from going. Who’s the paleontologist, by the way?”

Ian turned to go grab the other file and Hammond suddenly got defensive. “She - she came to me. I want you to know this.”

“Who did?” Ian asked.

Once again, Adelaide was fairly certain she knew who Hammond was talking about. It wasn’t good. And Ian was going to be pissed. She wondered if she should break it to him, or if she should let Hammond do it, or if Ian would figure it out all on his own. None of the options seemed appealing. So, Adelaide braced herself.

“Leave it to you, Ian, to have associations, affiliations, even liaisons, with the best people in so many fields.” Hammond intentionally avoided the question.

That was all it took, though. Ian stopped moving completely, and Adelaide was worried he stopped breathing. “You didn’t contact Sarah,” he exhaled. It wasn’t a question, or even a statement, really. Ian was speaking that sentence into existence. Hammond could not have contacted Sarah because Ian said it was so.

Hammond defended himself and Sarah while Ian frantically searched for a phone. His breathing became shallow and quick, like he was on the verge of a panic attack. Adelaide desperately wanted to do something, to be of literally any help, but she didn’t have the faintest idea what to say or where to start.

“Ian, breathe. I can feel you shaking. You need to calm down. You know Sarah. You know how smart and how capable and-” Adelaide could tell the words she whispered into his ear were not making it through to his brain, or if they were, he was ignoring them.

“It’s too late,” Hammond said. “She’s already there.”

“What the hell is wrong with you?!” Adelaide yelled. “You didn’t have raptors chase you through a kitchen. You didn’t have your leg obliterated by a T-Rex. Why the hell aren’t you there, then? If you think it’s so safe?” Though she already had a couple small outbursts, this one took Hammond by surprise. He blinked, not expecting something so forceful to come out of such a small creature. Adelaide even surprised herself. It was a little harsh, but she stood by it.

Ian continued her train of thought as if they were the same person. “If you want to leave your name on something, fine. But stop putting it on other people’s headstones.” With that, Ian got up to leave. Their visit was over.

Hammond ignored the point they were making by diverting the conversation back to Sarah. “Oh, she’ll be fine. And believe me, the research team will-”

“It’s not a research expedition anymore,” Ian interrupted, stopping in his tracks to look Hammond in the eye. “It’s a rescue operation, and it’s leaving right now.” And then they were on their way out.

Adelaide exhaled as she let her body slide into the pocket from Ian’s shoulder, but she felt nothing. She felt numb. This was it. They were going back to Jurassic Park.

#jurassic park #ian malcolm #g/t #giant/tiny #jurassic park g/t #gt #size difference

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fantasyqueen502 · 1 year

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Mrs. Miller: Chapter 4

Summary- (Before the infection/apocalypse) A look into the life of Mrs. Miller. The good days and the bad. Joel makes sure his love has a good day.

Relationship- Joel Miller X female Reader

Rated: PG (depictions of chronic illness, sickness, and mentions of death.)

Author's note: Wow!!!!! That's all I have to say. I never expected the first things I write on Tumblr to receive so much love. Thank you all so much. Apologies for the wait. I just wanted this installment to be great. Only one more chapter and this story is complete. Thank you all again. Feel free to leave comments and/or suggestions and enjoy.

Word count: 1584

"Morning brother." Tommy greets, shambling through the garage door with his arm full of groceries. Placing the bags on the table with a pant, Joel puts Sarah in her highchair.

"Thank you, Tommy. How much I owe ya’?" fishing his pockets.

"That's a'ight." Tommy waves off.

The eldest Miller shakes his head, retrieving a couple bills.

"Joel, it's ok." Tommy assures him, giving him a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "Hey, Sarah Bean." He coos, giving the toddler's cheek a kiss. She giggles.

Dumping out the bags, Joel begins to chop the watermelon and pineapple into sizable cubes. A handful of each fruit into a blender along with yogurt and coconut milk, making a pretty smoothie.

"I can watch her. Make her breakfast." He volunteers. Rolling his eyes at his brother's distrusting look. "I have my moments, but I'm not stupid." taking a small bowl from the dish rack and filling it with the fruit that he noticed Sarah making grabby hands at. Placing the small bowl in front of Sarah. "Watch her and make sure she doesn't choke," he says, dragging a chair to sit next to the highchair. Giving his niece his undivided attention.

Joel nods, "Holler if anything happens." walking up the steps, mindful of the creaking floorboards beneath his feet. Making his way to their bedroom dark with the curtain drawn a mound of blankets taking a seat .

"Mmmm." sounds from the mound.

"Breakfast." He keeps his voice low.

"----can't----anythin----r'now."

"Maybe you'll feel better if you ate somethin'. Put something on your stomach." He shrugs.

"I doubt it." She grumbles. Lifting the blankets off with her arm, remaining on her side, one eye cracked as she winced. "Feels like my---ead's gonna pop." She groans, struggling to set it up.

"Two sips, take your pill, a nap. Hopefully you feel better tomorrow."

~•~

-A few days later-

Feeling the breeze and fresh air of passing nature. The gentle rocking of Joel's steady driving along the dirt road. Lifting her cup and sipping the last bits of her morning smoothie.

"Good?"

"Very."

His free hand rested on her knee. "No headaches, no migraines." She answers the question written on his face. "Thanks to your smoothie." holding his hand.

A whine catches the parents’ attention. Y/N turns to see Sarah in her carseat, beginning to fuss. "It's okay, baby." She coos, rubbing her hand and belly, until she falls back to sleep. "There we go." She coos. Hand lingering on her tiny foot. The rise and fall of her chest and the tiny twitch of her arm as she dreamed.

"Y/N?"

"Mmm." She just noticed the car was now parked in a lot among others.

"We, ummmm---" he clears his throat. "We never talked about—and we don't have too."

She nods. "I want to. If you want to." She assures.

His eyes darted all around, blinking frantically as his eyes watered and his breath ragged. She reaches out her hand, holding it over his pounding heart. "I…" words choked him as the overwhelming cocktail of emotions clawed its way out. The tears fell closing his eyes tightly; rivers lined his cheeks. "I can't." He manages out. "I can't lose you." tumbling out of his trembling lips.

"You're not losing me." She soothes.

"How are you okay? How are you okay with this?"

"Who says I’m okay?" she corrects. "I'm fuckin’ terrified," she laughs feeling actual relief saying it out loud. "What comforts me and puts all of my fears to rest is knowing that our little girl will have you," drumming her hand on his chest in a calming rhythm that put him at ease. "The kindest, smartest, and most loving father in the entire galaxy," she lists.

"Just the galaxy." He mumbles.

"The universe and life as we know it." She restates her heart warms to see the smallest of smiles on his face.

"I am thankful for each and every second I am gifted to spend with the people who mean the world to me. I'll always be with you." She gives his chest a loving pat. "Someone has to make sure you and your brother don't kill each other." She grips his shoulder, finally meeting his eyes. "C'mere." Both leaning over the console for an embrace after a tender kiss.

"I love you."

"Love you too."

~•~

Y/N coos while smoothing some sunblock onto her daughter's cheeks. "Don't want you to burn, baby girl," she baby talks adjusting a cute white sunhat on her head. Strapped securely to Joel's back in her carrier.

"Never been here before. What was wrong with our usual trail?"

"Something new and a surprise at the end."

"Really." Wiping a trail of sunblock down the bridge of his nose. "Let's get to it."

~•~

They bounced the fussy girl between themselves as she screeched towards a boulder.

"I guess she wants the rock." He chuckles, placing her chubby legs on the ground. She has taken her first steps, but parental worry leads to them always assisting her. Holding Joel's hand, she led the way, toddling over to the rock and smacking her hand against it. She giggles, grinning at her new discovery.

~•~

"Come to Mama." Y/N coached sitting on top of a rock. The boulder's peak reached Joel's hip. She adjusted her footing, preparing to leap for the closest handhold.

"I got you." Joel comforts her by placing a hand on her back.

"Look at that face." Y/N cries with laughter. "My independent girl."

The toddler successfully grabs a hold of the top.

"There we go!"

"You did it!" The parents cheer Sarah, smiling, as she plops into her mom's lap.

"I did." She grins, clapping her hands.

"You did it."

"I did it." She cheeses. "Daddy!" She waves him over.

"Yeah."

"I did it." She informs him of the great news.

"You what?"

"I climb--- mountain." She explains.

"Wow!" He gasps.

"My big girl. Not my wittle baby anymore." She mumbles, blowing raspberries into her neck and cheeks.

Feet back on the ground, the toddler scampered ahead. Bending her knees to pick a handful of wildflowers.

"I'm surprised she likes hiking."

"She's a Texan."

She nods, pushing his shoulder.

"Mommy!" Sarah whines and toddles over, reaching up to be picked up. "Stinky." She makes a face.

"It is stinky." She agrees

"Must be the surprise." Joel smirks.

"A petting zoo." She guesses. "A farm!"

"Sheeee!!!" Sarah says, trying to say sheep.

"Old McDonald had a farm, e-i-e-i-oh. And on that farm he had some sheep." She sang bouncing the child on her hip to the beat of the nursery rhyme. "With a…"

"Baa!"

"That's right!" She praises. "With a baa-baa here and a baa-baa there. Here a baa. There a…"

"Baa." Joel joins with a realistic sheep bleating.

"Everywhere a…"

"Sheeee!" Sarah exclaims, making her parents laugh.

Finding a sign, Y/N walks over to it.

Skimming the welcome greeting.

"A horse riding ranch." She smiles. "Will keep that in mind to check out soon."

"Surprise." He says punctuating with jazz hands.

"What?"

"C'mon. Don't wanna be late." He advises walking through the main entrance.

"Late?" She gasps. "For what?"

She followed her husband, who greeted a person with a horse in tow.

"Oh, my God." She gasps and speeds over to the magnificent pinto. "Look Sarah." She squeals, showing her daughter how to pet a horse. "Hey, horsie," she coos. Stroking its head "You're so pretty." She compliments.

"This is Betsy" The handler informs.

"That's funny." She laughs, looking at Joel. "Get it?"

"I get it."

"I don't think you did."

"Why's that?"

"You would've laughed."

"I don't want to offend Betsy, by saying she looks like a cow." He counters.

"Cows are beautiful and smart. I would take being called a cow a compliment."

"Really?"

"Brave enough to test that theory Mr. Miller." She taunts.

"Nope." He pops the 'p'.

~•~

On the outside of the fence, clapping and whistling as Y/N directed the horse over bars and skillfully around barrels with the aid of the handler.

"Mommy!" Sarah patted her father's face, making sure he was paying attention. "Dada." She pats his face, making him close one eye.

"Yeah," he answers.

"Mama." She points. "Look. Mama."

"I'm looking." He assures a smile never leaves his face. Her laughter rides the wind. The light in her eyes now, a rare sight over the long periods of the pain she had been forced to endure, "Ya!" Y/N barks, the horse going from a trot to a gallop around the pin. The golden glow of the sun, and the wind in her hair, which had grown to a striking pixie cut, framed her face nicely. Pulling the reins and the horse to a stop, looking towards her cheerleaders with a proud smile.

~•~

Back at the car, the sun had gone down, leaving the starry night and moon as their companions on their journey home.

Sarah was soundly asleep in her car seat. Watching silently through the rearview mirror. His gentle touch as he strapped her in, gracing his thumb over her cheek, closed the door, and he slipped into the driver's seat.

After a few moments of silence, his eyes caught hers. "What?" Joel asks, clicking his seatbelt and meeting her eyes.

"Nothin'." She shakes her head, looking ahead.

"Something on my face?" He asks dusting and wiping his face looking into the rearview mirror.

Y/N leans over, placing a tender kiss on his cheek. "Now there is." She snickers, tapping her cheek where she left her lipstick mark.

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Mrs. Miller

Mrs. Miller: Chapter 2

Mrs. Miller: Chapter 3

Mrs. Miller: Chapter 4

Mrs. Miller: Chapter 5

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knoxvillesjackass · 1 year

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Hiii I just read retaliation and it’s amazing and I was wondering if you could write something for steveo on how at first he’s really mean to you and bullies you but then he realised he likes you and he doesn’t wanna be mean anymore but you think it’s weird so then he confesses his love

𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑠 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑏𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑦, 𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑣𝑒-𝑜, 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑓𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑠 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑟

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"Oh, Y/N," Steve's voice trailed off in the near distance.

I could hear him approaching in his car, and my pace quickened at the sound of his wheels getting closer. Steve was my neighbour, and only one word came to my mind when I thought of him; dick.

Growing up next door, I’d seen him through everything — playing in the yard as a kid, pulling off the craziest, most dangerous stunts one could imagine; those awkward pre-teen years, when he was skinny as a bean.

I’d never really understood the man, more specifically; I don’t think he’d ever understood me.

Steve loved to pick on you, and had made it a daily habit to do so ever since he moved in next to me at the age of eight.

"Y/N?" Steve called again. I hadn't seen him for half a year. I'd moved on to college, but Steve still lived with his parents, and he was still, unfortunately, my neighbour.

"I'm talking to you."

I finally stopped, knowing that ignoring him would probably make things worse, and after all, he didn't have his usual squad with him. No one to hold me down and frighten me with snakes or bugs.

"Long time, no see," Steve said and stepped out of his car, which he had parked on the side of the road.

I nodded nervously. How I hated his smug grin, and even more the fact, that I used to think, that he was dreamy.

As a kid, I had a crush on Steve. Even though he was mean and unkind to me and others, he paid me attention, which was more than any boy had ever done.

"What do you want, Steve?" I gathered my thoughts and asked him. The last time I talked back to Steve, he poured tomato soup all over me. That was in high school. I had hoped he would be more mature but by the looks of it, I was probably wrong.

"I've been missing someone to joke around with while you've been gone," he said and I furrowed my eyebrows. "We didn't joke around, Steve. You bullied me," I corrected him and a tint of sadness fell over Steve.

He nodded and hummed quietly.

Was I going crazy or was Steve actually showing human emotions?

"That was kind of what I wanted to talk to you about," Steve said but I shook my head. "Save it," I snapped, giving him a piece of my mind.

If he thought that apologizing after ruining my life for years would cure everything, he was dead wrong.

I turned around and began walking, but Steve grabbed my wrist and turned me around. I snatched my hand from his grip and looked at him with disgust. "Don't touch me," I scuffed and furrowed my eyebrows.

"Look, I know I was an asshole-"

"Steve, you weren't an asshole! That word is not bad- or big enough to describe who you were, or who you still are," I hissed and backed away from him.

"I know! God, if you knew how bad I've felt since you left! I've wanted nothing more than to apologise over and over to you," Steve confessed, and I jerked my head back in surprise. "Look, I've apologised to your parents, even though they still hate me."

Steve had vandalized our lot too many times to count. My parents hated his general reputation and how he treated me.

"Good job, is that what you want me to say?" I asked and chuckled slightly.

"No, I just-argh."

Steve threw his head back and sighed. "I liked you. I mean, I like you now, still. A lot," Steve admitted and I took a step back to collect my wandering thoughts.

"Wha-"

"I'm embarrassed because only little boys tease girls when they like them, but I-I just never grew out of it. I know I ruined a lot of things for you, and I don't want anything from you. I just want you to know, that I'm sorry," Steve said and stared at me, both of us entirely quiet.

He never told me. He never even showed an ounce of humanity when we were growing up.

"Y/N?" Steve asked and I blinked a couple of times, snapping back to reality.

"I-I don't really know what to say," I said and rubbed my forehead.

Steve nodded understandably.

"But maybe, we could talk about this over lunch tomorrow?" I pitched and watched as Steve's face lit up.

"I would really like that," Steve said with that old familiar hoarse voice.

I nodded and smiled, still a little awkward. We stood there in silence before Steve eventually got back in his car and drove away, leaving me with a collection of confusing thoughts.

#steve o #steve o x reader #jackass #jackass x reader #jackass imagine #johnny knoxville #wildboyz #chris pontius #preston lacy #dave england #ehren danger #ryan dunn #bambam #wee man

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mybelovedwoo · 2 years

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in which you both are just two bad kids

wooyoung x f!reader

fluff, established relationship / wc: 1.1k

warnings: a lot of teasing ( are we surprised?), mention of food

You loved afternoon walks in the city, especially at this time of the year, when it's finally not that hot, that you can't be outside for more than five minutes because you boil, and also not too cold either, so you don't freeze yet. But today was an especially cold day for this early on in the season. Fall was your favorite season ever, it's just so beautiful, all the colors of the falling leaves, it has a special, kind of romantic feel to it.

You usually had a really cold hand all the time, but now that the weather cooled down your hands were freezing. Wooyoung took the opportunity to offer you him to warm them up for you. Honestly, the real reason was that he loved to hold your hands any time, especially in public. He thought this way he can protect you better, so he can keep you closer to him. Also, he loved any form of physical touch, so it was just a plus.

So you were walking hand in hand, like two love birds, that can't go further than a foot away from each other, and it was kinda true. You both loved to be as close as possible to one another, it seeks comfort in a way.

It didn't last too long though, because the minute you saw a stand a bit far away where they were selling some bungeoppang, you immediately drop your boyfriend's hand and literally sprinted there. There was only one thing in your mind, you needed something delicious the warm you up in this freezing cold.

"Why does she always do this?" Yeah, it was pretty frequent for this situation to happen. But you were very independent, and sometimes forget to tell him what you were thinking out loud, so your boyfriend could actually know what was happening. Now the only thing he can do is to run after you.

"Look they sell bungeoppang!!" You told him a little too excited when he finally caught up to you. It would have been fun to Wooyoung if it wasn't this freaking cold outside. You could say that your relationship was kinda fun and playful, you both were the kind of people who didn't take things too seriously, and that's why life is so fun.

"Do you want some too?" You asked your boyfriend as you were already about to pay for your own. He was hesitant but you bought him one anyway, you don't want him to steal yours. And that happens all the time, you ask him if he wants something, and he says no to you, but the next second he is eating your precious food. You love each other and would share anything, but you both are really serious about food.

So you continued your walk at the park while eating your delicious snack. You were about to tell Wooyoung how good it feels to warm your stomach up, but when you looked at him he already finished his. Yeah, sure he doesn't need one...

Suddenly you busted out laughing, you actually couldn't stop it. Wooyoung got confused about why you were laughing so hard, but he wanted to do it so bad, he wanted to laugh with you, so he asked you non stop "what?" "why are we laughing?", as if you could answer him right now.

The moment you tried to tell him and pointed at him because you still couldn't talk, now from the exhaustion, was when he realized that you were laughing at him. Now he wasn't that happy about it anymore.

"You got some red bean paste on your face babe. Come here." You wanted to help him, but you were still catching your breath and wiping your tears away. He did not accept your help, he was acting like he was offended. But in reality, he knew it was funny, but he was the kind who couldn't handle it when got teased by someone else.

"Come on, you know it was funny" You tried to get to his heart, by back hugging him. Of course, he couldn't handle that, and told you with a pouty voice "do you like me with food on my face too?".

"I like you by all means." He turned around to face you and gave a little kiss on the top of your nose. "Your nose is really cold." He seemed very surprised, he didn't think you are this cold, although you told him before, but he thought it was just your usual exaggeration.

You touched your nose to check what he was talking about. "I told you I'm freezing Woo." You couldn't believe that he is realizing just now, you told him several times before.

"You want to see something cool?" He asked you all of a sudden. Wooyoung smiled a little bit at your expression, your face was actually clueless.

You didn't answer him, but he already dragged you behind him. You hoped that it wasn't something lame, because you hated surprises, even small ones like this. But it actually was super cool, you got very much excited when your boyfriend stopped in front of a Ferris wheel at the center of the park.

"Want to take a ride?" He asked you with the biggest smile because seeing you this happy made him the happiest human ever.

"YEES!!!" You were literally jumping due to the sudden joy, you couldn't help yourself. Now it was your time to drag Wooyoung to the cashier. "Two tickets pleasee!" You looked like a little kid whose dad or older brother brought you here as a reward.

When you got into the cabin, you sat down facing each other. Your excitement fade away when the Ferris wheel started moving. Your boyfriend took the opportunity to get you back and when it stopped at the very top, he stood up and started moving and of course, the whole cabin started moving with him.

"Wooyoung stop!" You yelled at your boyfriend while trying to hold on to something, anything. All you heard is his witch laugh, and you immediately knew what was this about. "I'm serious if you're not sitting down right now.." You couldn't even finish your sentence, when he sat down next to you and said "Then what?" Ohh boy, he caught you off guard.

"Don't worry Y/n, I'm just messing around. I got you, until I'm here nothing's gonna happen, so you can let go of your seat."

It was enough for you to calm down. You knew your boyfriend, and how much he loved teasing you, just as much as you loved teasing him. But you trusted him, he would never do something that actually could hurt you.

He took your hands in his for the rest of the ride. " Your hands aren't cold anymore. Did you warm up?"

"Yes, thanks for this whole experience." It was a bit sarcastic, but you were actually thankful for him.

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wonderlandleighleigh · 2 years

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What about Lenny accidentally interrupting a date of Midges? Or vice versa?

He comes to her show and he's got a girl with him, and she's gorgeous. Blonde and curvy and just...really. Who was Midge kidding that she could ever be what Lenny wanted?

But that's okay. She has a set to do, and even though it's unspeakably cruel of him to show up and sit there with a date after their very blue room, and then yelling at her on stage at Carnegie Hall, and then cutting off all contact with her afterwards...

She has a job to do.

"God, exes are tough, right?" she asks the audience. "You're over them, you're not over them, they're assholes, they're...the love of your life, and they can do no wrong. I've had that kind of relationship with my ex-husband. At the same time you wanna jump in the sack with him, you also want to strangle him with said sack and then hang the body in the closet."

It's dark, but it gets a laugh.

"And I've had boyfriends since my divorce, you know? Perfectly nice guys, but there's always that one," she says, looking out, ignoring Lenny's gaze. "That one guy that you know you should not touch. You know that as much fun as he is, as much good chemistry that you have? He will fuck your shit up. And he can't help it, that's just who he is. A...A fuck boy. Right? Just a fuck boy, is that a thing? It should be. It should be a thing, and women deal with them all the time! They're so romantic and soulful, and then you find out they are so full of shit, they've clogged up your toilet."

That gets a laugh too.

"They're everywhere," Midge says, holding microphone close to sound spooky. "Fuck boys, they are everywhere, around every corner. Watch out, ladies, they are just lying in wait. Ready to take you on deeply romantic dates and then run away the second things get even remotely real. They can't handle real. They don't want real. They want the fantasy. They want to believe that they can take some sad, ordinary girl for the ride of her life, and then let them off like at Coney Island. 'Thanks for stopping by! Trashcan is over there if you have to puke that'll be 35 cents!"

She chances a look at Lenny, and he...

Is not laughing.

Other people are though.

"Are there fuck girls? Are there these...unspeakably pretty girls who just go around and take unsuspecting men by the hand and lead them on these wild adventures, only to leave them in Central Park at six am with no shoes and no cab fare?"

She sighs and shrugs.

"And you don't regret it," she says. "Right? Fuck boy. Fuck girl. You don't regret going on the ride, the ride is fun! It's sexy! It's dreamy! But you're so rarely prepared for it to end, that you find yourself sitting on your couch devouring a pint of vanilla bean ice cream, waiting to see if maybe they'll call. And then when they don't, you try to call them, and you wind up feeling stupid, especially when they don't call you back, And they never call back, do they? They've moved on. They will always move one."

No one is laughing anymore, and Midge stops, realizing just how off the rails this set has gone.

She rights the ship eventually, talking about eating more and more ice cream until you die of a heart attack and are reincarnated as a cow, only to find that there is an intensely attractive fuck boy cow in your field and the cycle starts allll over again.

She wraps up and heads backstage, trying to breathe.

"The fuck was that?" Susie asks.

"Lenny," Midge responds. "Is out there. And he has a date and I...apparently have feelings about it."

"Should I go kick his ass?" Susie asks. "I can go kick his ass, the nerve of that asshole! He fucks you, he yells at you and then he doesn't speak to you for months, only to show up with somebody else? What the fuck!"

Midge takes another breath and composes herself. "It's fine. It's all fine. I'm gonna go get a drink."

She heads for the bar, and orders a martini, and there he is, walking towards her, and she can't deal with it.

She just can't do this right now, and she just-

Runs.

Out of the club, and onto the sidewalk and fuck it's still cold in March and fuck she left her coat and purse inside and fuck, is he following her?

"Midge! Come on!"

She keeps trotting along in her heels, trying to outpace him and it does not work at all.

"Midge it's freezing," Lenny employs, yanking his suit jacket off and trying to put it over her shoulders.

"No," Midge snaps, turning to him and letting it fall to the ground. "No suit jacket. No 'it's freezing.' Only answers. Answers or nothing."

He stares at her for a long moment in shock and sadness, the wind blowing at the sleeves of his shirt. He leans down and picks up his jacket, brushing it off. He doesn't look at her as he mutters out "I thought you'd be better off. I thought you'd move on. I thought-"

"You thought you'd ignore my calls and never speak to me again and then show up at one of my gigs with an intensely gorgeous date?"

"It was a terrible plan," he admits.

"Oh, my god," Midge shakes her head, turning to walk away.

He follows again. "It was a terrible plan! I thought you'd be over it! I thought- I don't know!"

"You're with her? Like really with her?" Midge asks, turning to him. "She's the girlfriend?"

"No! I picked her up the other night, she seemed fun, I-"

Midge starts walking again.

"I'm a total shithead!" he yells, causing a few people to stop before walking again. "And I've been trying to get clean, and mostly failing, and trying to work, and mostly getting arrested and I'm a mess and you're better than that and you don't need it!"

Midge whirls around. "You don't get to decide what I need!"

Lenny looks at a loss as Midge storms back up to him.

"Me. My life. I decide, Lenny," she says, feeling tears sting her eyes. "Not you. Not my father. Not Joel. Me. And I missed you, and I called you, and I waited for you to maybe call me, and you..."

"Acted...acted like a...a fuck boy?" Lenny supplies sheepishly.

Midge nods. "Yes you did."

"I'm sorry, Midge," he says gently. "You were right about me. Things get a little real and I...I just disappear because I don't know how...how to..."

She nods and swallows down more tears, wiping her eyes. "It was a terrible set."

"It was a good set. It was honest, and real."

"You didn't laugh."

"Of course I didn't laugh! I felt too fucking guilty to laugh, because those things you said were about me, and they're true, and I'm ashamed of them!"

Midge takes a breath and tries to compose herself. "Apology accepted. Now you don't have to worry about me anymore." She starts walking back towards the club.

He rushes after her. "What the fuck does that mean?"

"You got me back on track, and you were obviously done, so we're done," Midge tells him.

"Midge-"

"I thought maybe..." she turns to him as she gets back to the club, more tears starting to fill her eyes. "I thought maybe you loved me. And I don't think you do, so that one is on me for getting the wrong idea. You should go back to your date."

"I don't want to go back to my date, talking to her is like watching paint dry," Lenny says, annoyed.

"Well then you sure know how to pick 'em," Midge tells him.

"I actually do, normally," he tells her. "But normally she isn't trying to push me away because she doesn't know what the fuck to do with someone who actually means it when they apologize and tries to make things right."

"This is not about me!"

"Sure as shit is."

"What do you want me to say?!" Midge cries. "What do you want me to do?! You've already admitted you don't know how to be real, and that it scares the bejesus out of you!"

"Well, maybe it's good to be scared sometimes!" Lenny yells back without thinking.

Midge doesn't respond to that.

"And what I want you to do is let me go in and get your coat and bag, so that we can maybe go find somewhere that serves coffee, and we can actually talk about all of this, instead of yelling at each other in the middle of the fucking Village," he tells her. "And then maybe, when we've talked all we can talk about all of this, kiss me goodnight if you so desire. I would like that."

She stares at him, with her heart in her eyes. She knows she shouldn't say yes.

"I've really missed you," Lenny says quietly. "And I've been an idiot. And I wanna stop being an idiot."

Midge takes a breath. It's hard to say no to that. "My coat and bag are backstage."

He nods, and hands her his suit jacket again, and this time, she slips it over her shoulders as she watches him bound back inside.

A few moments later, he stumbles out of the club with her things, looking a little winded.

"What happened?" she asks, confused.

"My date slapped me, and then Susie punched me in the dick," he complains, trading jackets with her, sliding his on and then his trench coat as she slips into her own coat, laughing.

"She punches hard for someone so small," he marvels.

"I've heard," Midge nods. "Coffee?"

Lenny nods back. "Coffee."

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contreparry · 1 year

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happy friday / dadwc! for a prompt, may i suggest for any modern AU ship, "[ PHOTOGRAPH ] : as someone volunteers to take a picture of them on a day out, sender instinctively wraps an arm around the receiver to steady them, holding them close for a photo that turns out to be more romantic than they were expecting."

Absolutely! Here’s some Zevran/Surana for @dadrunkwriting!

The lunch date got out of hand.

Oh, lunch went splendidly. Perfectly perfect. Zevran planned it all perfectly, from the casual restaurant to his outfit. He even paid! He was the perfect gentleman taking a date out for a casual lunch. And as to his... work... well.

Well.

He was supposed to lay the groundwork for his latest heist during lunch. Butter up the target. Prod for weaknesses. Flatter him. Flirt outrageously. Fluster the target. Slip his ID out of his wallet and copy it for future use. See if he would slip up and talk about his studies, his work, his secret business.

But the lunch date got out of hand, and now Zevran was walking along the boardwalk with Bran Surana at his side as Surana nibbled on a churro. A churro!

“Never had one before,” Bran mumbled as he ate. “‘s good.”

Zevran’s heart nearly skipped a beat. Or three. Bran wasn’t one to talk about his past (it made the work a challenge, but Zevran was hungry for a challenge by now). Yet that little crumb of information combined with the little he knew of the man made him... ache a little. They were two souls who knew depravation, knew what it was to want and gain nothing in return, and yet... and yet. Zevran lived a life of means and plenty now. It was one of the few perks he had in his miserable life: he would never be cold or go hungry again. But Bran Surana was almost austere. He mended all his clothing until it was more hole than cloth. He lived on cheap noodles, rice, beans, and instant coffee (if it weren’t for that caustic barista with the deep purple lipstick Zevran wondered if Bran would even feed himself). Part of Zevran wondered if he was being conned into paying for a meal, but Bran seemed genuinely interested in him. Asked him his thoughts on different books, listened with a grave expression in his dark eyes, smiled briefly whenever he seemed to find Zevran particularly amusing...

Zevran was so hungry for normalcy. Bran was anything but ordinary, but this situation (a casual lunch between new friends who wanted to know each other better) made Zevran yearn for a casual relationship that didn’t involve his job. Wouldn’t it be nice for Bran to simply be an interesting university student and for Zevran to be a socialite? Wouldn’t it be wonderful to pretend, for just a day, that this was a simple date? Wouldn’t that be nice?

So that’s how they ended up on the boardwalk, with Bran devouring the last of his churro and Zevran wanting wanting wanting so much that he didn’t dare to name.

“I-I’m glad you enjoy it,” Zevran choked out. Bran’s tongue darted out to swipe the cinnamon and sugar off his bottom lip, and then his fingers, and Zevran wanted to chase after him and have a taste. Just one... short... quick... taste.

Exquisite torture via Bran Surana and his insatiable appetite for sweets.

“Excuse me! Excuse me!” someone shouted from across the boardwalk. A elvhen teenager waved her phone in the air and pointed back to a large group of teens lounging on and around a park bench. She smiled broadly at Bran and held her phone out to him.

“I, uh, sorry! But could you take a pic of us?” she gestured towards her friends with her free hand. Bran silently took the phone and nodded before holding it up.

“Crowd closer,” he called out. He took a picture. Two. Three. Crouched down to shift the angle and snapped a fourth and fifth before smoothly rising up and crossing the distance to hand the phone back.

“There has to be one decent one in the batch,” he remarked as she scrolled through her gallery. She smiled and shoved her phone into her bag.

“Yeah, yeah, they’re great! Thanks! Here, let me get one for you guys!” And before Zevran could protest, could even breathe a word, Bran shrugged and handed the girl his beat up phone with a cracked screen and scuffed case.

“Sure,” he said, as if it was nothing special. As if it was a normal day. He stood next to Zevran, close enough that Zevran caught a whiff of the cinnamon sugar smell and the cool scent of soap when he moved. The girl frowned.

“Closer! Don’t be shy, you guys look cute!” she exclaimed as she gestured for them to move closer together. Bran shuffled a little closer and Zevran instinctively wrapped his arm around Bran’s waist. His presence burned and warmed him in turn, too much and not enough all at once. He wanted to push him away, he wanted to greedily cling to the man in his arms for as long as he let him-

He was quickly losing control of what was important. The job came first. But Bran Surana was... interesting. Captivating.

“Super cute!” one of her friends, a dwarven girl, added with a broad smile on her face as her friend took a series of pictures. Zevran glanced over to Bran, who shrugged and briefly smiled. A faint pink blush tinged his cheeks- or maybe that was a trick of the light.

“It might be nice,” Bran murmured, his dark eyes meeting Zevran’s in an almost shy manner. “Leliana says I should... I should take more pictures with my friends. Make memories.”

“I’m honored, then,” Zevran replied, keeping his voice soft. “Mi amigo.”

“Sweet! Gottem!” the girl raced over to return Bran’s phone. “These are so cute! You’re really a sweet couple, sorry to interrupt your date!” And she was gone, off to join her friends at the bench and leaving that statement between them like a dropped anvil.

“They... are cute,” Bran murmured as he scrolled through the pictures. And he wasn’t wrong. Zevran peered at the progression, from the awkward stiff pose Bran struck in the first picture, the startled expression on his face when Zevran wrapped his arm around him and pulled him close, the sheepish shy smile that crossed his face when he met Zevran’s gaze-

And he was smiling. Zevran, that is. He looked at his own face, the own subtle shifts in his expression from his usual smile (that careful smile that he practiced) to something that was... soft. He thought he had gotten rid of that softness when he was a boy, but apparently not.

“They are cute,” Zevran agreed. Cute and romantic, and he wanted. He wanted far too much.

This lunch date had gotten out of hand.

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