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ronearoundblindly · 2 years

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Whattt I just read the Mr and Mrs Smith thing and I loved it it was so frkn good!! love the movie too . It made me think of Tony and Peppers dynamic so if you'll like an au could we get the girl Friday thing where Stevie is more of an idiot than usual, they are pretty smart as individuals but they both share one brain cell when they're together still she puts out all his fires I think it'll be nice to have someone do that for Steve as opposed to Steve always doing that for ppl.

CEO!Steve x assistant!reader (see series)

This got way longer than I intended, but it took everything in me to minimize this to a one-shot (well that f***ing escalated! It's a three-parter now). 😂 Warnings for zero editing and drinking. Non-powered, modern AU btw. This part is ~2.5k

Eighty-Third Time's the Charm (1 of 3 yeah, yeah, it's 4 + a 5pt follow up now, haha, joke's on me): WORK

Steve’s been the logistic coordinator for Stark Industries since Tony took over for Howard. Howard hired Steve to acquire and transport materials for his early projects, and Steve’s own business grew from there. He now handles most of the further distributors for Stark Tech across the globe, and you’re his secretary.

Assistant.

Right hand.

Ok, well, maybe both of Steve’s hands and his mouth because his brain is already doing ninety things at any given moment. He needs a lot of help, and that takes time. Unreasonably lengthy amounts of time that can (and do frequently) span more than the average working and waking day.

You’re happy to do it. You love the work. It’s a challenge in quantity, not quality, and most of the men (because it is almost entirely men) who you deal with are happy to do as they are told when you smile and make them feel heard.

Really, the only challenge is to smile that much in person and on video calls. You never thought you’d be so excited to handle something by email every now and again.

Trip #83 with Steve Rogers takes you both three days overnight to a big city not far from where you grew up. You even have a few school friends who live in town, and you’ve made very tentative plans to see an old high school flame if the schedule permits, which it just barely seems to as the clock inches past 6:37.

Those 7 o’clock drinks can’t pour themselves fast enough.

In your hotel room, you’ve just shed the professional pant suit for light, breezy dress (something both easy to wear and easy to pack) and are in the process of typing out a confirmation of the restaurant when the call waiting comes up.

Steve.

“Hey, where is the contract for Sauters’?”

“We confirmed it all with them before the flight here, boss. Why—“

“I want the language changed to reflect payment before they take possession. They’re delinquent again. I’m not gonna allow them to keep profiting off of our efficiency while they sit with a thumb up their butts.”

“Sir, it really would be more impactful if you just said asses. I don’t think your mum is going to hunt you down for that.”

“Absolutely not. Ok, room 1512, bring the copy and patch in legal.”

“Wait, boss, I—“

The boop boop boop lets you know you’ve been hung up on, and you’re about to pass the feeling on to cute Jimmy from fourth period senior english. Damn. You rewrite the text and send your apologies.

Steve’s all in a flourish, head run amuck with little things to change here and there in the 26-page agreement. It all takes another three and a half hours. He had room service delivered, has poured you both a splash of something from the mini bar, and finally, finally sits down and looks at you.

“What is that,” he blurts.

It takes a moment to figure out what he means.

“A dress, sir. I…I was…I’d made plans for drinks with a friend.”

“Here?”

“I grew up about an hour away, yeah.”

He swirls his drink around, not admitting—though it’s painfully clear—that he had no idea you weren’t from New York. He looks at his watch for the first time all day.

“Ah, I suppose apologies are in order for…” He waits for his bait to catch.

“Jim,” you slowly add. “Don’t worry. I let him know the instant you called. I’ve met you. I knew how this would go.”

How much of this scotch did you sip all at once? You don’t normally talk to Steve—Mr. Rogers— like that, but he seems good and chastised for a moment, draining his tumblr in one go and returning to the bar.

“Well, I can’t replace Jim—“ he spikes the name with sharp tone you’ve never heard before “—but I can offer you a drink here.” His gaze, once it finds yours after dragging up your legs, is expectant and intent. It’s the first time he’s ever waited for an answer from you that he didn’t already know before asking.

It’s also the first time you aren’t quite sure you understand what Steve is asking. Eighty-three trips in and countless hours with the man, and this is the least prepared you’ve ever felt.

“Already had mine, sir.” You set your empty glass down on the small table between you. “We have a long day tomorrow, or rather, I do, but I’ll be sure to inform you when the Sauters are settled.”

It’s just instinct to smooth the front of your dress when you stand, but the rake of Steve’s eyes forced down you by the move completely throws you.

“I’m sorry you wasted an outfit,” he adds, quietly, too low and deep to not sharply flame a heat that sparks out of nowhere in your gut.

“Right.” You gather up your things. “No great loss. It’ll keep. If that’ll be all, boss?”

When your eyes return across the room, Steve’s standing there with an empty little bottle still tilted over his glass. He’s just staring, lost in thought about god-knows-what.

“Get some sleep,” he mutters absently.

“Of course.”

You pour your own drink from your room’s mini bar and take a long bath. You’ve been up since 5am in order to get you and Mr. Rogers to the airport in time. That’s what you blame your runaway thoughts on. You do everything for that man. You know practically everything about that man. You know that he hasn’t gone on any sort of social date in at least seven months (a fact even his mother calls to remind you of), and you know that Tony takes him out to gentleman’s clubs and has women serve them at all their joint business dealings.

You have literally sat beside Pepper Potts and joked about this while watching Tony get a lap dance and Steve chat up a waitress. Why your mind still entertains those thoughts after all you know is beyond human understanding, and after a day like today, you can hardly categorize yourself as human.

You need the rest for sure.

You’re already back on the phone by breakfast time, consuming strong tea and a croissant bite-by-bite while the American Capsules’ legal discusses the changes with SauterCorp’s legal.

Line-by-fucking-line.

You knew this would happen. It’s why you told them to start early. Of course, the team members you are on the phone with are different ones from last night because those folks worked late and are off work to make up for the overtime. You’re breathing in the smell of your drink with closed eyes like it’ll mainline the caffeine up your sinuses to your brain.

When you open your eyes, Steve’s pulling out the chair in front of you, ordering his own breakfast and motioning for a fresh pot of tea. He says nothing while you work.

Plates of food arrive and Steve reads the paper, glancing up every so often when you write a note to yourself about a follow-up after the call. After a while, he pushes a plate of scrambled eggs towards you and flips over a fork for you to take. He doesn’t take no for an answer, but since the call is finally wrapping up, you oblige and wolf down a few bites before typing out an email of your notes.

Steve asks a few questions of his own while refreshing both cups of tea and not bothering to offer sugar for yours. You…weren’t aware he knew that about you.

Until the car comes in an hour to get you to your next meeting, there’s nothing on the agenda, but you fully expect Steve to cram in a breakdown of the afternoon. Instead, he sips tea and folds the paper round and round until he’s done with all his interesting bits. You get to people watch, pedestrians outside the floor to ceiling windows of the hotel’s café bustling past in both directions.

Your attention is brought back when the table is cleared off, but Steve is no longer focused on the paper or the people. He sits and watches you again.

You smile as politely as you can even though you feel pinned down in the stare. “We better get going,” you advise, packing your things away.

Steve does put down his cup but doesn’t move otherwise.

“It’s your color.” He squints just slightly at his own revelation, relaxing back into his chair. “The dress.”

You have to swallow and clear your throat at that. “Yes, I suppose it’s one of my favorite colors.”

“It suits you.”

There’s no irony. Steve simply looks at you, blinks, looks some more, and it’s like you accidentally sat down naked in the lobby. His blue eyes are just that piercing.

“Thank you,” you say out of habit more than understanding and hurry on with the day.

It pours down rain for most of the afternoon, drenching your shoes as you traipse back and forth to the car with Steve. You have an umbrella, but nothing stops the puddles invading.

“I can’t do this,” you finally snap on the way back to the hotel. You’re on the verge of tears. The sides of your leather heels have rubbed the back of one ankle and the top outside of the other foot raw, almost/possibly bloody. It takes effort to peel them off your skin, and you hiss in pain.

Steve sits across the backseat completely horrified.

“I know, I’m so sorry. I’ll put them back on—“

Steve puts a hand out to stop you.

“Driver,” he calls, “is there a first aid kit back here? No, no, we just need a few bandaids.” The reassurance cuts off panic from the front, and after the click of the glove compartment sounds, a small box is offered through the window. Steve thanks him.

“I can do it, sir. Please don—“

That stare pins you again, and there’s dead silence in the back while your boss rips open a few wipes, cleans the blistered skin, dabs antibiotic ointment on the broken parts, and smooths the coverings overtop. You can’t help but notice how tender his touch is, but he’s just being thoughtful. It doesn’t mean anything.

As Steve returns to his seat (after it feels like a struggle to break eye contact), he gets a call.

His friend Bucky Barnes is in town, too, on a quick layover before a transatlantic flight and long business trip. The two don’t get to talk as much as they’d like, and you know they don’t see each other very often either.

“Of course, we’ll do dinner, Buck. Name the place.”

We will do what now?

You start waving your hands and miming towards your feet.

Steve eyes you a second. “No, right, I will meet you there in—driver, how long is it to Chinatown from the hotel? Yeah, so about an hour from now? Excellent.”

You might have interpreted that wrong. He meant ‘we’ as in him and Bucky, no doubt. In case he didn’t though…

“Shall I call and make reservations for you two?”

“He’s handling it. Traveling with a few associates who know the area and the restaurant.”

“It’s a good one. You can dress down there.”

Steve offers a ghost of a smile as he looks down at his layers of clothing, pondering. He glances at your bandaged feet and looks like he’ll say something before shucking off his coat, and then his suit jacket, and then his vest.

Without a word, you hold out your arm to take the unnecessaries back upstairs.

“You don’t have to,” Steve all but whispers.

He’s never questioned using your service. Ever. He tosses the clothes onto the back-facing seats across the car and undoes the first two buttons beneath his tie. The car stops at the entrance just as he pulls the tie loose.

Shoes in one hand, briefcase slung over your shoulder, you sigh loudly and hold out your hand again very close to his face.

Steve drapes the tie across your palm.

“Have a good dinner, sir.”

You collect the rest and walk in barefoot. You don’t look back.

Next Part Main Masterlist; Light Masterlist; Ko-Fi

Again, full disclosure: I have never seen the movie His Girl Friday. Just going off a synopsis and running away with it, but now that I've PLOTIFIED the whole damn thing, you're getting three cute-ass chapters *and you'll like it* bwahahahahaha

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welovethecloudboytoomuch · 2 years

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HI hello can you tell me where you got that rooftop gang drawing or is it just from the last chapter!? (Which I haven't seen yet) 🥺

Sure thing! It’s from the final volume of Vigilantes (Vol 15) extras. Currently the extras are only available on the electronic version of the volume on ShonnenJumpPlus that requires a membership (though I could be wrong about this), but hopefully the extras will be posed to the MHA Vigilantes Fandom Wiki in a few days.

The sketch that I posted is the only one of the rooftop trio from the final volume but I wanted to make it worth your time so here are all the extra drawings I can find of the Rooftop gang:

Vol 5

In private, Ms. Kayama keeps her sexy hero side subdued and comes off as more of an ordinary woman. Almost motherly even. The three little girls are cute and inoffensive, making them easy additions to any scene. By the way-they're in middle school, making them teenagers, just like Pop and the twins. [HIDEYUKI FURUHASHI, Author of Vigilantes]

For Midnight's casual look, I referenced her "house clothes" profile page from the main series. I’m a big fan of knit one-piece and boots, but sadly there weren't any really good angels of the boots in the story (LOL) In Furuhashi's rough draft, all three of the girls had the same face, but I decided to make one of the three a little off, just like with the Sturm and Drum perv brothers. It's becoming a trend. [BETTEN COURT, Artist of Vigilantes]

(In case you can’t tell the taller woman is midnight undercover)

Kaori (Midnight) and Kazuha (Pop)

The original plan was for these two not to realize the huge age gap between them and just think they were in the same year at college, but that would make Midnight seem more oblivious than she is and stall the flow of the scene, so I changed it to "they're working an undercover mission together." I'm always happy with the results whenever I ask Betten-san to design a group of girls in street clothes. Show me all that fashion! [FURUHASHI]

I don't mind coming up with street fashion now and then, but when I have to do it for a whole group of characters at once? Kill me, please! I was pleased to discover that when you give Pop a different hairstyle, she actually comes out looking cute in an ordinary way. (LOL) [BETTEN]

Vol 7

For the so-called cosplay chapter, I submitted a list of costumes ideas and Betten Sensei dew the best ones. Aizawa's such a serious guy so pretty much any costume looks funny on him. [FURUHASHI]

Often when reading the rough draft of a chapter, I think, "Wah ha ha, this is hilarious!" But when it comes times to draw, I'm stumped. This time was no different. I didn't want to piss anyone off! That was the main thing on mind while drawing. (LOL) A Japanse tennis player had just won some big tournament, so when I saw that on the news, I thought, why not have Aizawa Sensei play tennis too? [BETTEN]

Vol 8

Vigilantes has always incorporated cameos of characters from the main series, and though the whole Young Aizawa arc is an example of that, we got a much more intense reaction from readers than usual demographic. [FURUHASHI]

The only snippet of Aizawa's and Mic's school days provided by Horikoshi himself came in "The Digression" page of volume 6 of the main series. When I realized that, I was at something of a loss. "Oh crap..." I thought. [BETTEN]

There's a canon line of dialogue in the main series about Midnight's old costume having been even more scandalous in the past, so that was a point we had to touch on in the flashback arc. So many people asked if Sushi the cat was a parody of Sushi the dog in Tite Kubo's Burn the Witch one-shot, but actually it was more of a play on the series, Shota no Sushi...[FURUHASHI]

I received specifications and references images for Midnight's costume from Furuhashi-san, and upon reflection, I think I stuck a little too closely to the reference material. [BETTEN]

Name: Oboro Shirakumo

Birthday: 5/5

Height: 187 CM

Favorite Things: Blue Skies, The Sun

Quirk: Cloud

Shirakumo's whole concept started with Horikoshi Sensei describing him as "a Mirio-like friend of Aizawa's during his school days." Then, through a lot of back-and-forth conversations between Horikoshi Sensei and the Vigilantes team, we came up with a more detailed profile, visual design and so on, until the character really took form. Shirakumo's presence meant that Aizawa's and Mic's personalities and roles had to be a little different in the past. That necessitated including that altered portrayal , as well as showing the way they changed moving towards the present day, so the Young Aizawa arc turned into a pretty extended affair. It'll keep going for several more chapters. [FURUHASHI]

Shirakumo's U.A. uniform design came from Horikoshi-san. The googles I designed as part of his costume just happened to look like Aizawa's, and I'm grateful that Furuhashi-san picked up on that and made a whole point of it. [BETTEN]

Vol 9

For both these guys, my request were "lighter equipment than present day," "traditional period" and "shonen-ish." Once you add those googles, young Eraser Head is complete, so to speak. [FURUHASHI]

Since those two are in their powered-up forms in the main MHA story, I wanted to imagine these versions as an earlier stage of that. As if they would improve on these designs over time to achieve their eventual styles... Kind of like that. [BETTEN]

“We got a gift illustration from Horikoshi sensei! Isn't that great, Shota?!”

Vol 11

In Vigilantes, Midnight's character is basically an obliging woman who loves to look after others, which I extrapolated from her presentation in the main series (where she's a teacher who interacts with students a lot, and is someone whose, let's say, "proclivities," influence her words and actions). I can always count on her to discuss things with Koichi and the gang. [FURUHASHI]

For some reason, I get a lot of chances to show Midnight Sensei in street clothes or disguises. (LOL) I don't know if I'm nailing her whole image correctly or not, but I'm having fun at any rate. [BETTEN]

Midnight is always stylish in just the right way for the occasion, so her hero costume isn’t the way it is just to please the crowds. It’s a deliberate choice, stemming from her progressive sense of aesthetics. Probably. [FURUHASHI]

I’m quickly running out of wardrobe ideas for Midnight’s noncostumed appearances. With the draping, cape-like coat, I was trying to evoke a crisp, military-style look. [BETTEN]

And that’s all I can find! Hope this helps.

#welovecloud answers #mhav #mha #bnha #oboro shirakumo #kayama nemuri #this also just proves that midnight is a vigilantes character #i didnt realize that she had so many extras!#hizashi yamada #shouta aizawa #welovecloud #rooftop gang

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vendetta-if · 1 year

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Hello! I just found ur game today and i finished reading the demo <3 I LOVE IT AAAAAA here's the list of things i like:

1) Ash. ????? He's so sweet help?!?!?! I LOVE HIM. Dear ash u have successfully own my heart, u have them wrapped in ur pretty fingers the second page u appear

2) Dad, I love you w/ all my cold dead heart<3 DAD?! DAD!!! DON'T DIE PLS DAAAAAD NOOOOOOO tHE ANGST HELP ME I'm so sad now :( pls i need a snippet w/ happy moments to heal from this trauma :')

3) Uncle Luka strides across the lobby as if he owns the place. Oh wait, he does.

AHAHAHHAHAHA I'M DYING uncle i love you too :'D

4) Mom, respectfully, 🖕🏻

5) Also, mr. Takashi u r freaking me out a lil bit...... you're uh.... A little bit uhh... creepy...?

6) Well, actually, he has the bad habit of blinking in near someone without any warning and scaring the shit out of them.

😂Uncle u r my soulmate

7) oh no, there's rin!..... and they stole my heart too! What do i do?!??...... haaaaaaaaaa

8) oh god the fighting scenes are so cool!!?! perfercto<3 oh mc is so cool. I'm so glad we can be cool<3 hehe

9) awww yeah my first kill! Scratch that, it's five!!! I killed five people yall!

10) oh my god please stop flirting right in front of us! You guys r cute, really but gods,

Alright, that's already too much detail about your uncle's sex life for tonight.

Not for tonight yo, for ever.

11) #the reason why i killed 5 ppl bcz i rlly rlly don't want to disappoint uncle & grandpa help #cuz mc is morally dubious/grey character, yay? yay!

.... Hmmmmmmmm oh lastly!!!!!

Thank you so much for creating this

glorious✨

Magnificent, beautiful, absolutely trophy worthy game! I love it so much mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmh! I i love all the characters (oh they have so much life!) I love the fighting scenes (superpower badass?! Count me in!) I love how we can choose revenge as our main goal (f u distorted voice person. I will hunt u down to the ends of the earth. And I'll take everything u ever hold value, then let you live, cause life can be ur greatest blessing or ur cruelest nightmare, and I'll make sure you'll never have a peaceful dream for the rest of your counting days.), i love the family dynamics <3, i love how ur game can make me feel (oh the moral dilemma.... i almost almost let the cop live... but what abot uncle+grandpa disappointment?!?! I-i can't live with that! So off with ur head lil hypocrite police officer man!)

....sorry that's another paragraph......... I'll uh I'll stop now.... heheh... Sorry again if this bothers you, i won't send it again if it is.... :')

Okay! Have a good day/night/life dear author <3! Here have a 🍰🍩🎠 to light up ur time! Adios~

Aww thank you so much for the kind words 🥰 And don’t worry! I love reading these little snippets of comments on sections of the demo! 😁

Ash is only sweet for MC and Luka for now, of course ☺️ They’re mostly prickly and abrasive towards other people 😆

And yes 😭 Viktor… He’s such a good and loving dad 🥺 In case you haven’t read it yet, I recently released one of the Patreon side stories for public in celebration of hitting the 2K followers here! Here’s the link to the story! It’s a wholesome and fluffy side story, so hopefully it’ll help you recover from the angst 😆 I also have another 2-part side story from Viktor’s POV on my Patreon 😄

Please forgive Takashi, he’s just still a bit heartbroken about Viktor 😔 He’s usually a (pretty deadly and ruthless) himbo 😄 And glad you’re loving Luka as well 😂 He sometimes takes too much liberty with his teleporting/blinking ability 😆

It is indeed hard to not get charmed by Rin 😩 You might not have to choose between Ash and Rin 😉 (And yes guys, Ash and Rin poly is currently planned although might not get implemented right away yet since I’ll need some additional planning to accommodate it).

And yes, gotta make MC fight with style, you know? 😂 Gotta be cool and all, like Luka. Also, I’m a bit touched that your MC agreed to kill 5 people to make Grandpa and Luka proud 🥺 They would most certainly be happy to hear about it later on 😉

🤣 Luka agrees with your sentiment that it’s enough detail about his sex life for the entirety of MC’s life 😆

Ooh this is the second time I’ve seen someone wanting to let the killer live but not out of compassion and forgiveness, but to make them suffer even more 🤔 Interesting…

And wholesome family dynamics is just my weakness 😭 I have to include it in my first ever IF.

MC’s close bonds with Luka and Ash and Grandpa might be one of the little things left that MC really holds on to after the death of their dad, their mother figure (Cara), and their grandma. And loyalty to their remaining family is one of the core cornerstones that all MCs will share with one another no matter what.

I’ve always seen close family bonds between the Morozovs to be one of their most defining characteristics and strengths (and also weakness at the same time).

It’s the reason that Viktor couldn’t cleanly leave his past behind and sever Luka and Cara completely out of his (and MC’s) life after he ran away.

But at the same time, it’s also the reason MC survives the attack and is able to grow up to become the person they are today, loved, cared for, sheltered, and protected from the harsh underground world by combined efforts from Grandpa, Luka, and Ash.

This will also be the reason that Vigilante and Superhero MC won’t be able to turn against their own family. And the reason Luka and Grandpa and Ash wouldn’t leave MC behind and abandon them even when they chose those paths for themself.

#asks #anon ask #if: vendetta #chapter 3 #lore #char: mc #ro: ash #ro: rin #ash/rin poly #char: takashi #char: luka #char: jackal #char: grandpa #if game #if wip #dashingdon #choicescript

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valyalyon · 2 months

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August 8, 2018

CW: Vague mention of suicidal ideations.

August 8, 2018. Phoenix, AZ.

Happy birthday to me!

I can’t believe I made it to adulthood. I’ve been consistently depressed my whole life, and the last 7 years had been some of the worst mentally for me.

Anyway, it all seems so different now because…

I met somebody today.

It’s weird though, I felt like I already knew him.

I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream... I know what you'll do, You'll love me at once

I was out with my childhood friend that morning, we were exploring a new park. The park was decently far from where we lived in Phoenix but still within city limits. I don’t remember exactly how it happened, because I frequently disassociated on my birthday and that year was no different, but Julius and I bumped into each other.

The way we collided sent me flying backwards towards the ground, and I braced for impact when I saw him lean forward a little and catch me in his arms. There was a silence between us as he held me there for a second before helping me stand all the way.

During that silence I got lost in his eyes. My entire life I had always been a sucker for dark eyed people. His eyes weren’t the darkest I’d ever seen but when I looked into them I felt like I could see his soul. His soul was dark, brooding almost, but full of warmth. I felt safe.

He cut through the silence suddenly and surprised me, “I am so sorry. I don’t know what I was doing, I did not mean to bump into you.”

“No, no, I think it might have been me! I’m sorry,” I reassured him, as his arms began to pull away from me as we both came to realize he’d still been holding me.

“Don’t make excuses for my mistakes, I was not paying attention. I could have hurt you and I’m really sorry,” he glanced away from my eyes for a second and then looked back at me, “my name is Julius.”

“I’m Dolores,” I quickly told him, and reached my hand out to greet him.

He took my hand in his, “Dolores. That’s a beautiful name. Is there anyway I can make it up to you?”

“You did nothing wrong, there’s no reason to…” I commented sheepishly as I pulled my hand away from his.

“I want to make it up to you though. Maybe dinner or a coffee? Wherever you want, whatever you want,” he smiled at me kindly.

I found it so strange at the time. I was always a very guarded person, but with him nothing felt like it needed to be a secret. I didn’t feel awkward, scared, or uncomfortable. I just felt safe. I considered the idea that maybe he had planned to bump into me when he saw me, but something about the initial interaction made it feel very spontaneous.

“Dinner would be nice,” I smiled back, “not today though — today is my birthday and I already have dinner plans with my family. When are you available?”

“Happy birthday! How old are you turning?” He asked as he began to get his phone out, he opened his calendar and then added, “I’m free Friday afternoon and Saturday.”

“I’m 18. Friday afternoon would work better for me, I hike every Saturday… wait a second! How old are you?”

“Ah, I’m an old man,” he said, shaking his head, “Nah, I’m a ‘98 baby so I’ll be turning 20 in October. Here,” he handed me his phone open on a contact page.

I started filling in my information as he said, “Let’s go Friday then, you pick your favorite place and just text me the info. How do you manage to hike every Saturday? Do you usually just do a short hike?”

“Definitely not! I don’t just hike every Saturday, I hike 2-3 times every single week, total miles for the whole week is usually over 35. Saturday’s are usually my longer hike days, I do between 15 and 25 miles every Saturday.”

I handed him his phone back as he began to praise me, “that’s really awesome. If you let me, I’d love to go with you one day. I’ve always loved hiking but don’t get to do it very often since everyone I know kinda hates it.”

“We’ll see if you can charm me into taking you,” I replied back flirtatiously, but quickly turned sweet, “send me a text with your full name! I put mine in there for you.”

“It was nice to meet you, Dolores Ortiz,” he said, typing up the text and sending it my way.

“I’m sure, Julius Griffin,” I smiled at him after I received the text, but then my phone started ringing, “oh, crap. It’s my friend calling, I’m going to go.”

“See you Friday,” he smiled at me and reached his hand out.

I looked up at him and hugged him. My arms wrapped around his shoulders and I realized how tiny I was compared to him. I was 5’1”, Julius was at least 6’1”. I had no time to thirst over him, after a squeeze from me to him, I quickly pulled back and started answering my phone.

The way you did once upon a dream.

Months later, Julius would tell me he thought about that hug for weeks.

Note from Valya

Song reference: Once Upon a Dream sung by Lana Del Rey

Thank you for reading! See below for more of Dreams, Ink and Embers.

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kisameanslight · 2 years

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When you get this, reply with your favourite five fics that you’ve written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love.

I was tagged by @trickztr (my sweet syrup pie) and @alexturne. Thanks guys 💖

I don’t have that many fics unfortunately? I used to write a lot on my teens, I still have some stuff on my AO3 (and I barely remember what they were about), but I didn’t write for YEARS after that. A few one-shots here and there, but mostly I went on a 7-ish year drought until may 2021 when I picked it up again, and fortunately it doesn’t look like I’m stopping any time soon!

you cannot turn away (but nice try)

Alex/Miles, 145k, completed

Alex Turner thought he got over the love of his life, but then they run into each other again a decade later. Whether they’ll be able to let the past go or not, only time will tell.

Still posting this one, as many of you know it, but it’s by far the story I’m the happiest about. Even outlining this one was a challenge because of the two timelines, but I’m really happy with the result.

It’s also the biggest thing I’ve written (so far, we never know what the future might bring), and I love revisiting some things and realizing that every word that’s in this story needed to be there. It was also the most personal thing I’ve ever written, so if you read it to the end you have to know there’s a really big piece of me in this story.

c’est horrifique!

Alex/Miles, 116k, completed

Alex Turner and Matt Helders are vampire hunters in what was supposed to be an ordinary hunt, but they have been stuck in it for a month with no signs of actually finding the vampire they’re hunting.

Their fate starts to turn when Alex crosses paths with Miles, a mysterious man who seems to come out of thin air, and Matt finds out rumors about an old castle that may have what they’re looking for.

Ah, c’est horrifique! my beloved. This little monster started as a challenge (@thranduil-aran-edhil this is all your fault) that was basically like ‘hey, you know that crazy vampire AU idea you have? You should write a page of it’. One page became several pages and sooner than I realized I was knee deep into a story about love and friendship and betrayal and grief and it was SO fun.

This was The thing that drove me out of my writing drought, and it was also fun because it was the first multi-chaptered thing I’ve ever written in my life. It was also the first big thing I’ve ever written in English, and though I was pretty familiar with English by then (being here + reading almost exclusively in English + working for an american company where I’m required to speak English all day long... you kinda pick up some stuff), writing (especially something as big as this one) is just a completely different thing altogether.

I love it, even though I feel like I would change some stuff here and there (especially at the beginning), but overall I’m really proud of what I did on this one! I have very solid plans for the sequel and it’ll probably happen after my current WIP. I’m still not done with that funky lil vampire hunter and his vampire boyfriend.

i’m beginning to think i imagined you all along

Alex/Miles (with some side [REDACTED] (this is a surprise for when I post it I guess) ), ~25k for now but it’ll be much much longer, WIP

In the summer of 1814, a mysterious author wrote a love story between two men, so naturally Alex moved heaven and earth to find him, and they start corresponding even though they’re unaware of each other’s identity.

On another, completely unrelated note, a series of mistakes lead him back home, to Yorkshire, where he’s given a mission by his father in order to restore what’s still left of the family’s reputation.

This came to me when I was watching Bridgerton S2 and I did absolutely 0 effort to stop it and I will make everyone go through that with me.

Again, this one is still in progress, but it’s already my beloved child. I can’t say much about it because... reasons, but coming up with the letters and the regency vibes and all that kinda stuff is SO FUN.

Also the first smut scene of this fic is on the first chapter and I’m weirdly proud of it. I’m earning that Explicit rating EARLY in the game, y’all.

i’m gonna let myself love (and i’m not scared of the end)

IT, Richie/Eddie, 2k, unpublished one-shot

Richie has an encounter with his younger self while Eddie recovers in the hospital.

I wrote this lil one shot back when everyone was all over IT Chapter 2, but it’s been sitting on my google docs ever since. The reason I added this here was because this was the first thing I’d written in years, and I revisited it a few months ago and it was really interesting to see all of the elements present in all my recent fics are all there: the long paragraphs of internal monologue because I’ve always been a whore for character study stories, Richie’s scene with Stan and the huge focus on friendship that’s present on all of my fics, that constant bittersweetness that actually ends in something sweet--

I’m a consistent bitch that’s my point 👌

also I may or may not have thought about writing an IT milex au but you did not hear it from me

breathe in, breathe out

In The Flesh, 2k, one-shot

Jem has a nightmare and ends up finding a friend in Simon.

Rewind to 2014. I had three big obsessions at the time: Arctic Monkeys (again, I’m a consistent bitch), Shameless US and In The Flesh. For those who didn’t touch this corner of tumblr back in the day, In The Flesh was an excellent BBC3 show about zombies that end up being “reformed” to live in society. It touched on a lot of heavy shit like homophobia, depression, religion, suicide... and in my honest opinion it still holds up in 2022. I think it’s a little difficult to find it to watch nowadays, but if you happen to come across it, give it a chance. The whole thing has 9 episodes and you can watch it in a weekend.

Anyway, I was obsessed with the main couple of the show, Simon and Kieren, and I ended up writing some stuff back in the day. I didn’t even remember writing this particular fic before being tagged on this, so I was just going through my AO3 and this was the one that surprisingly caught my attention even though it’s not a romantic fic, and instead focuses on the bond between Simon and Jem, Kieren’s sister.

It’s not really good compared to the stuff I write nowadays (I was 18 when I wrote that, for starters), but again it’s really interesting to go back and see that all of the elements I would later explore much much better on my recent fics were all there from the beginning.

I probably would’ve done a much better job if I wrote that today, but 18 yo me didn’t do such a bad job. Good for her!

This was a lot of fun! I don’t really know who to tag anymore because tbh all the writers I know have already been tagged in this jdlsjdlsj so if you’re a writer and are seeing this and want to do it, have fun? I’m giving you my blessing

#my writing #thanks for tagging <3

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alyjojo · 1 year

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November 🥀 2022 Monthly - Aries

Whole of your energy: Page of Pentacles

Along with 8 Pentacles, this is the energy of the long-term planner, the perfect student, applying your energy to things that will benefit you in the long run. In the preshuffle, I saw the same young man on the mountain as last month, but this time he’s just chillin’, he’s built himself a campfire on that mountain and he’s surrounded by a telescope, a tent, and all sorts of technical gadgets, as if he were taking a break from some heavy scientific study. Drinking a mug of hot cocoa or something, he just gave the thumbs up like “I’m good.” You’re not wasting any time going from one goal to the next, or you’re exactly on the track you planned out from the beginning. All of this seems to involve either work, study for work or schooling & mastering something that will be work.

What’s going on in November:

King of Pentacles:

Your goal 💯 You want to make more money, be more stable in your finances, you want the big titles and all of the respect for your hard work. This plan is being put into overdrive because it looks like someone else is leaving, or moving, a King of Cups, and because of this it’s like something you’ve possibly only dreamed of is now available to “win”. Nothing tempts an Aries more than a chance to win at something, and they usually do. In this case, it’s probably a higher position at work, or a good position in the first place, something you’ve studied hard for and earned.

Ace of Wands:

The flames of desire have been lit under your bum, you are inspired, excited, charged and ready to take action on this new opportunity that is really everything you ever dreamed of, at least up to this point. 9 Cups to follow with the Ace show this being your dream, brand new, and combined would create 10 Cups or ultimate happiness in your life ❤️

The Magician:

You’re working on creating a resume perhaps, working your magic in this situation however it may apply to you. Hermit rev clarifies, so you may have been more of a quiet and against the wall kind of person before this situation, but once Aries hears the call to jump into a competition, 5 Wands follows, it’s go time 💯 I don’t see this 5 as contentious as it sometimes can be, you just know you’re competing with others for the same thing, and you fully intend to win.

Wheel of Fortune:

Wheel of Fortune shows change, what is normally forced change, but in you and this reading it looks like something you’re consciously choosing to do for your own benefit. Both this and the next row. I have gotten very intelligent energy from the vision, the reading, your color cards, everything here is saying you’re brilliant. With that, you can see some of the shadows to your own personality or maybe some bad habits you know you need to change. This card is connected to both 7 Wands rev and Strength, restraining the beast within yourself and being less defensive with others. In favor of Page of Cups, being kind. I can’t say I like the energy of “plotting” that’s here, you definitely know what it takes to get what you want. It could just be you know how you can get so you’re trying to stay ahead of your temper or smart mouth, which is very mature of you.

Strength:

Regarding 4 Wands & 7 Swords, you could be aiming for a work at home position, which this Sacred Space card also nods towards. If this is something you’ve already been doing, whether full-time or scattered times, you may have been avoiding taking action in the first place due to being comfortable. That’s changing now, so you could be literally heading back into the office or wherever on a regular basis, or the opposite if a home job is what you’re working towards. Either way you’re being very strategic and calculating on how you handle getting this, knowing your own drawbacks and what this company wants from you. It almost looks like a mask, but it seems like one you’re trying to make into a full-time identity. It would make sense that all new positions kinda feel like a mask at first, for everyone. Whether you actually get it, isn’t here, but this is your focus in November. For some it’s possible you’re already in this position and have simply come to terms with things you need to change to advance or move forward in the way that you want to.

Signs you may be dealing with:

Virgo, Leo, Aquarius & Pisces

Oracles: ✨

21 Sacred Space 🏡

Find a spot in your home or office that you can access easily. Create a sacred spot just for you. This will be a place for you alone. If space is at a premium, then a shelf or corner will do. Put here only those items that hold significant meaning to you and touch you on a deep, personal level. Examples are photos of loved ones, rocks, feathers, shells, etc. Place a candle, even if it cannot be lit. This signifies the element of fire and represents the flame of creation, or purification. God’s love. Perhaps fire means something entirely different for you. Use this space to go to daily - even if for a few moments - to ground and calm yourself. Working this into your daily routine will bring you to a place of greater understanding.

We enter into November as:

Ivory Tower 👨‍🎨 :

“They won’t use me.”

Ivory Tower reflects the way we function in a world with values that are different from our own. While we might not fit into the world as it is, we are aware of it and accept the differences, for those differences also benefit us on some level. If you are considering moving away from “the norm” you will not be unhappy. Like the artist that chooses to express himself with paint, you too must express yourself, even if it means “they” won’t use you. Rejection is Spirit’s way of protecting us. Whether or not you are accepted, you must do it anyway. This card can also represent a teacher or mentor being sent to you by Spirit, they may not be who you would’ve thought, or even picked, but they will teach you a lot. Hold your judgement.

What is to be learned in November:

Rose Without Thorns 🌹:

“It is time to face my true feelings.”

You are most fortunate. As we mature, we learn that to enjoy the beauty of a rose, we must occasionally risk getting pricked by a thorn. You are not facing “the same situation”, this is the dawn of feelings being awakened and a new truth being born. You’re being presented with a different way to live. Trust you will know what to do. Stay open. Time changes us all if we’re lucky, it’s time to surrender and make the change. The best incentive to change is often love.

Red may be a lucky color ❤️

#aries tarot reading #november 2022 #monthly #aries #tarot

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thequietmanno1 · 2 years

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Thelreads, Vigilantes 66, Replies Part 1

1) “And alas, the great return, as foretold in the prophecies! Koichi, our lovely, lovely dumbass is finally back, it`s time for them mighty morphing vigilantes! GO GO VIGILANTES!”- They’re going to be going, going gone in a few weeks. Weird to reach the ending of something that’s been part of your life for a long while, though that might be just because I’m still melancholic from Amphibia’s finale last night.

2) “Yep, just as I imagined, right out of the bat and we already have villains sexually assaulting girl on the street, my it`s just like I remember, almost like we never left”- Just a straightforward mugging in this case at least, though that does come with the cravat that whilst their actions are less sleazy, they’re also more combat-capable than your average sexual harasser.

3) “Wow the chapter isn`t shying away from it is it? It`s like I was away for so long that Furuhashi decided to make up for the lost time right at the first page. This is going to be a fun chapter to get back to the story, right? ( : “- Well, it’s fun getting to see how Koichi’s improved over the years, but at the same time, you also find out that there’s a lot of moments in his journey that you’ve suddenly skipped over and you can’t help but feel melancholic for all these snapshots of time you’re seeing from an outside perspective all of a sudden.

3) “Oh? Someone actually called for Koichi? Are you telling me people are finally recognizing his heroic acts? Fucking finally, I want to see my boy on the spotlight like he deserves!

HERE COMES THE CRAWLER!”- Shame it took about 2-ish year’s worth of time for him to finally get a reputation though. How many times must Koichi has been illegally patrolling the streets for a local legend to spring up about his presence? And how many beatings must he have endured before he got better able at handling his quirk in self-defence? 4) “THERE HE IS! THERE`S MY BOY!

AND HE MADE A DRAMATIC ENTRANCE! HELL YEAH NOW WE`RE BACK IN BUSINESS BABY!”- His quirk handling’s improved so much he doesn’t even need Knuckle’s patented trash-landing technique to make a dramatic entrance anymore. 5) “OH YEAH, SOMEONE CALLED HIM BY THE RIGHT NAME, JESUS CHRIST WE`RE FINALLY MAKING PROGRESS HERE! EVEN THE VILLAINS RECOGNIZED HIM, HOLY SHIT”-And another hint that more time has passed than you think, if Koichi’s gone from a no-name punk who’s in over his head to a respectable crime-fighting figure to the locals, that even passing villains know him by reputation. Can’t get that kind of street cred without piling up a lot of good deeds or a big dramatic demonstration of your heroic capacity, and Koichi can’t get one of those without some serious legal troubles. 6) “HE`S SO HAPPY WITH THAT HE`S NOT EVEN LISTENING TO THOSE TWO ASSHOLES SHIT-TALKING HIM, OH MY GOD YES! NOW I`M HAPPY WITH READING THIS CHAPTER”- Well, that didn’t last long, did it? 7) “But enough of that, let`s focus on what really matters right now: Koichi`s moves. Holy shit, look at the way he`s moving, he`s toying with those guys- wait, how long was since the previous chapter? Did we got some sort of time skip where he trained a bit? It seems like he`s handling this too well, there was definitely at least a month or two between those chapters.”- Months…years, but then again, without Knuckle to actually ‘train’ him in combat he’d understandably take a lot of on-the-job experience to get anywhere near good enough to handle himself solo. 8) “Excellent move there koichi, there was absolutely a time skip of a month there. This boy is now breezing through fights with random thugs, this boy is getting good!”- Unlike Izuku, Koichi is not a savant at combat or inventing crazy plans in the heat of the moment, so for him to get anywhere near this good, it’s been longer than a month or two. 9) “So, our boy now is using his built-in GUN for offensive styles, that`s great! Sure, it doesn`t seem to be doing much, but that`s a distraction before he actually him them with the big punch.”- Also provides him a neat semi-defensive advantage in that he can ‘slap’ the target’s retaliatory punches away from him as a sort of deflection-based close-range combat style, even lacking much muscle mass underneath the hoodie. 10) “YEAH SEE! I KNEW IT! HELL YEAH KOICHI TOOK DOWN TWO VILLAINS ON HIS OWN

HOLY SHIT, WHAT IS THIS CHAPTER? HOW THERE WAS MORE PROGRESS IN KOICHI`S ABILITIES IN 7 PAGES THAN THE PREVIOUS 65 CHAPTERS COMBINED WHAT IS GOING ON?”- Well, the 65 chapters amounted to 8-9 months’ worth of vigilante activity. 2 whole years of on-the-job training would understandably see a marked improvement in his performance, especially when you consider he still doesn’t really have a mentor around anymore to give him some coaching pointers on how to use his quirk more effectively, and isn’t particularly imaginative when it comes to using his quirk unless he’s in a stressful situation. 11) “Am I tripping right now? Koichi really zapped in, toyed with two big-ass villains, then took them down on his own like it was no big deal? Is this real life? How did Koichi managed to get to this level in a month?”- Well, he flubbed it at the final step, but it helps that it’s been a little more than a month by now… 12) “God fucking dammit Koichi, did you bought the cheap tape again? You know everybody is able to get out of it without problem, fuck`s sake my boy, how many times will you have to get punched before you stop being a cheapskate?!”- Honestly, the tape restraints there look like they’re a homage/aping of Aizawa’s style of restraints, so I kinda look on it as Koichi mixing Aizawa’s dodge-based fighting style in with Knuckleduster’s harder-in-your-face style a little to knock them down, and then using the closest thing he can buy to Aizawa’s capture tape to tie them down. Shame he can’t afford better quality tape from your local storefront. 13) “Alright, seems like it was but a dream anyway, now koichi just got saved by other people… Speaking of which-

HELL FUCKING YEAH IT`S MANTIS MAN AND OCTODUDE! THEY ARE BACK AND APPARENTLY WELL DRESSED FOR THE OCCASION!”- Can’t recruit new workers looking all shabby and monsteorus, can they? Hoppers is a classy joint.

14) “They really are well dressed- what the hell, why the suit man?”-

Hoppers must be earning a fair amount, if they can afford to get their workers semi-identifal classy waiter suits. We’ve seen before that custom clothing does not come cheap or easily-avaiable iin this universe, so for a back-ally local business they must be doing very well.

15) “HEY IT`S TERU! IT`S BEEN SO LONG SINCE- wait, what`s that? The cafe is already open? What? Okay, two months seem like a bit of stretch, even though there are some fast construction workers around there… how long was since the last chapter again?”-A bit longer than you’re thinking of sadly, though it seems at the same time that time hasn’t exactly moved forward much? Like Koichi, the Hoopers café and all that- they’re made progress, but they’ve not exactly moved out of the standard routine Koichi’s been in for the past 2 years or so, treading water along the same paths and habits that they’ve gotten used to and getting batter at them without yet taking the big meaningful change that’ll forever alter their routine for good, though Koichi seems to be on the verge of that at the moment. It seems like there weren’t even anymore big incidents since the Skyegg attack, which makes sense if the VF were waiting for the heat to die down from that public showing before resuming operations.

(Chapter 65)

16) “So, now the two alpha-version Nomus are working here, now we only need to get Teru here and we can advertise this place as being victims of AfO.”-Yep, The gang’s all here. Pity the fool that thinks this café is an easy mark- In fact, I think that seltzer Pop dude would be the perfect one-off random villain to demonstrate what happens to those who try to rob the ‘recovering trigger victims’ unofficial hangout spot.

17) “… Are you… Are you really trying to recruit those guys or something? Is that what you`re trying to do? Look, they are just mutant types, they aren`t proto-nomus like you, I don`t think they`ll fit in that place.”- Well, it’s not like they have to employ exclusively from victims of the VF’s experiments for their worker base, and technically speaking, they’re now more or less mutant-types themselves on a permanent basis, so they may as well make use of their advantages and recruit those who also don’t fit into society’s mould like them, even without the while ‘trigger mutant’ aspect. That said, it’s kinda hilarious that they use Koichi’s regular scraps with ‘ruffian’ types like this as their main source of recruitment, busting up the fight before it gets out of hand and also giving the villains a chance to earn an honest living without shaking down passer-by’s. @thelreads

#my hero academia #bnha vigilantes #thelreads #chapter replies #vigilantes 66

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2, 7, 17

TEHEHEHE It's funny, I read this list and I said to Robin "well question 2 is GREAT." Everything under the cut because I ramble!

2. If you had to give up your keyboard and write your stories exclusively by hand, could you do it? If you already write everything by hand, a) are you a wizard and b) pen or pencil? Well. I do both. Writing by hand is where I started. In the picture below there’s like, 88 notebooks. There’s another two on my desk next to me right now. That folder is also full of paper and all of that fun stuff. There’s ONE notebook with an original fiction idea based on a song by The Murderdolls combined with some personal life experience. That’s notebook #1 and that idea is only about... 10 pages? Everything else, the binder included, is fan fic. I believe notebook #1 dates back to 2011. Everything I’ve ever published here was written on the computer first. Anything NaNoWriMo related is typed - because it’s faster; I can keep up with my brain easier. I almost handwrote BBD two years ago. Almost handwrote the prayer scene in YHCTT three years ago - but wasn’t brave enough at the time. Basically, yes I could give up my keyboard, yes I am a wizard and I prefer pen.

7. What is your deepest joy about writing? When I work out of order - those AHA moments when everything falls into place. Planning CMBFTW had a few of those and I was like -slaps desk- YES. I also particular enjoy the sharing and seeing people enjoy what I write. I also like seeing the progress. Seeing word counts makes me happy. 17. Talk to me about the minutiae of your current WIP. Tell me about the lore, the history, the detail, the things that won’t make it in the text. Oh! I’m working on several things at the moment but the biggest one is probably actually Shelly’s MCR-based origin story. That’s gonna cover some of her lore and history, kinda, and I’m kinda excited for it! It’s even got a title! Not that I’m gonna share that at the moment. I’m also on and off working on the Succubus fic, and that’s kinda great. I’m kinda making up my own lore for that too, much like with my Vampire AU; my own lore there too. (Well, I might’ve nicked things from other people but I don’t remember). I don’t think there’s going to be much that I cut, because that’s just not how I work. So I can’t really share anything that I don’t share in my daily wrap up posts because... Spoilers? These questions are fun! Thank you!

#She Speaks #She Answers

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prettytoxicrevolver · 3 years

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Acrylics | Headcanon

Requested? Nope

Warnings? None

CC's Included? Corpse Husband, Dream, Awesamdude, Wilbur Soot, Sapnap, BoomerNA, Punz, Quackity, Karl Jacobs

Word Count: 1,730

My first ever set of headcanons! Pls feel free to tell me if they suck or if you want more!! My requests are always open :)

Corpse

-you’ve had earrings for years now and didn’t think acrylics would mess you up

-you were definitely wrong

-you suddenly became notorious for dropping earring backs, losing them in the carpet, and fumbling around for minutes at a time

-corpse had noticed you had started to take longer and longer getting ready

-he knew you loved changing your earrings, matching them to your outfit, and making a whole outfit out of it

-and yet one morning you two were actually headed out to get breakfast together

-when you were taking a while he decides to check on you and see if you’re okay

-he walks into the room, watching you pout in frustration as you tried again to put in your earrings

-he can’t help the small smile on his lips that occurs, watching as you tried over and over to put the jewelry in your ear

-he walks over, placing his hands on your shoulders until they fall down over your hands

-“let me help”

-he takes the earrings out of your hands, nudging you to turn in his grip

-he brushes your hair back before focusing intently on putting the earring in

-he’s scared about hurting you but you’re too busy focusing on the butterflies in your stomach to even notice

-he fastens the earrings with ease and without a second thought he presses a kiss to your forehead before telling you to turn and look in the mirror and see if it’s okay

-you’re practically glowing and that alone make corpse smile

-from now on he puts your earrings in for you

Dream

-the minute you got your nails done you realized what a struggle opening cans was going to be

-you loved Redbull and soda and pretty much anything that came into a can so you were definitely struggling

-dream watches as you leverage the can tab with a knife and pop it open that way, an adoring smile on his lips

-he watches you do this for a while, finding the action absolutely adorable for whatever reason

-one day you head to the fridge and grab a can of Redbull and Dream takes it out of your hands instantly

-he pops it open without a word and hands it back, pressing a kiss to the side of your head as he walks away

-you stand in the cold air of the fridge for minutes afterward, struck at how such a perfect boy could notice something so minute about you

-he always opens cans for you now

Sam

-having a difficult time typing never even occurred to you when you got your nails done

-you figured you’d either find a way around it or use text to speech if it got really difficult

-and it did get really difficult

-you had a 10-page essay due and the idea of ripping your extremely expensive nails off had crossed your mind more than once

-when you’re on your third page and can’t type one word without a mistake you let out a muted scream before dropping your head onto the desk

-Sam who had been sitting in the room the whole time offers a concerned look

-he makes his way over to you, rubbing your back slowly

-“what’s wrong baby?”

-“these stupid nails keep messing me up,” you whine leaning your head into his chest

-he picks your hand up, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand before nudging you out of the seat

-“what are you writing about?” he asks as you plop down onto the floor

-“what?”

-“what are you writing about? I can type it,”

-you swore you were about to get down on one knee and propose to him

-“uhm it’s about the similarities and differences of an older text and a newer text and why it’s fundamental to use both”

-“alright. tell me what I need to write next”

-you spent the next few hours telling Sam your plans and thoughts about the paper while he typed, your heart slamming appreciatively in your chest

Wilbur

-you had done pretty well with your hair after getting your nails done

-brushing it out, pulling it up, even twirling it around your fingers caused no issue and all ease

-however, when you see a TikTok tutorial of a girl pulling her hair up with butterfly clips this is when the trouble starts

-you sat in front of your bedroom mirror, twisting your hair and attempting to clip it in place, and proceeding to drop the clip over and over and over

-the frustration is unreal, and at one point you almost start crying in annoyance

-Wilbur walks into the room clueless and stops in his tracks immediately

-he kneels on the ground behind you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders

-you lean back into his touch and let it calm you as you drop the clips from your hands

-”what’s wrong my love?” he whispers calmly while pressing kisses to your head

-”I can’t get my hair right,” an unintentional whine coming out of your lips

-Wilbur reaches down to where the clips lay on the ground and gather them up

-”what do you want me to do?”

-you’re practically crying for a whole other reason now

-”i’m just trying to twist my hair up and pin it back” you explain

-wilbur watches you pull the hair back before opening the clip and securing it into place

-he smoothes down the hair as if he’s done it a million times and presses kisses to your head

-he’s the first person you call now when you need help with your hair

Sapnap

-okay you’ve never been great at opening sauce packets before

-but now that you got your nails done it’s downright impossible

-the first time you tried you swore it took you 30 minutes to even get it a little bit open

-so when you and Sap go to Chick fil A and sit down to eat you’re already groaning in annoyance as you pull out the chick fil a sauce packet

-Sap watches with amused eyes and a slight smirk as you struggle even getting the plastic between your fingers

-he grabs it from your hands without a word, tearing it open before placing it back in front of you

-every single time you go to a fast food place now he does it subconsciously whether you have acrylics on or not

-your heart aches a little every time he does it, nothing but love for the sweet boy before you

Boomer

-alright so you’ve never been a huge gamer in life

-sure you played the occasional game when you were younger or when your older brother needed help beating a level but that was about it

-when you met Boomer you realized how little you knew about video games, specifically minecraft

-while you never played the game you listened to Boomer tell you all about it and explain

-however when he started playing Halo in his free time that’s when you became interested

-your dad used to play the game 24/7 when you were younger, beating it a multitude of times on the old PC in the computer room

-and when he saw your interest piqued, he knew he had to teach you how to play valorant

-similar shooting games, right?

-you sat on his lap, his hands on top of yours as you try to work around having the longest fingernails ever and learn a new game

-you swear instead of you actually playing Boomer was doing all of the work

-it made your heart happy anyway

-you joked with him that when the fingernails come off you’ll beat his ass in valorant

-”Whatever you say my love” he assures pressing a kiss to your shoulder

Punz

-okay but opening jars normally is hard

-how the fuck were you supposed to open them with long ass fingernails on??

-you did probably the most ridiculous tips and tricks from TikTok to try and loosen the top of the jar

-nothing worked

-punz watched you amused day in and day out whenever you tried to open any jars

-some days he even let the jar loosen before hiding it back again and watching as you cheer excitedly, opening it on the first try

-one day you’re having a particularly hard time opening a jar, going as far as cursing in frustration over the opening

-punz walks over to you, pulling the jar from your hand and popping it open with ease you watch admirably

-you lean up and press a kiss to his cheek and he flushes underneath your touch

-now every time you have a jar you can’t open you’re right by Punz’s side pouting and holding out the food

Quackity

-obviously, Alex has always opened doors for you

-he’s even gone as far as smacking your hand away when you try to open a door for yourself

-and when you get your nails done? Forget about it

-he barely lets you lift a finger, not wanting for you to ruin your brand new manicure

-he’s seen you pull off quite a few nails by missing the door handle and hitting it a bit too hard

-there’s no way he’s gonna make you lose more

-”i’m going to work!” you yell out to Alex as you walk out the door

-he rushes in behind you unexpectedly and out towards your car

-he already has the door opened and is offering a big grin

-you lean up and press a kiss to his lips, your heart surging at the idea that you had gotten the best boyfriend in the world

Karl Jacobs

-kinda like typing, you never thought you’d have an issue writing stuff down with your nails on

-however, this time around you got your nails a little longer than usual and it was a struggle

-as you’re scribbling down a grocery list you mess up practically every other word in sloppy writing

-Karl tilts his head when he tries reading the list and smiles

-”baby let me write the list,” he whines the next time you go shopping

-you tell him everything you need and Karl writes it down in perfect hand writing, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as he gets up

-you’ll never not be shocked when he does something so simple but precious

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Even the Losers

Chapter 8

Chapter 1 Chapter 7

“Your father is Bruce Wayne and now he wants to reconnect,” Nino recapped as though anyone involved in the call was unaware. From the look Chloe gave him, he was particularly happy she was in New York not Paris and couldn’t actually smack him upside the head.

“Thank you for that waste of time and breath,” Chloe grumbled.

“I just… don’t see the problem.” Nino did actually move away from Alya before she could swat him. “What? Your dad is Bruce freaking Wayne! Even if you don’t connect with him, you can totally draw on that Wayne money.”

He wasn’t fast enough to move away from her smack that time. “Ow!” he pouted at Alya.

“It’s not about the money!” Alya groaned, already exasperated by him. “It’s about him not wanting to have a relationship until the press found out. It’s about him cutting her out but taking in a gaggle of other kids.” Nino lightly shoved Alya’s shoulder and motioned toward Marinette’s expression on the screen. Alya grimaced and gave him a nod of understanding.

Marinette looked down and pursed her lips to keep from frowning. It was bad enough thinking it in her own head constantly, but hearing it out loud, repeated back to her? That made it so much worse. That made her feelings real. That legitimized her feelings. She couldn’t pretend like she was just overreacting. They were justified. Which meant she couldn’t just freeze them out. Or rather she shouldn’t. She had to face them.

She focused her energy on not changing her body language so she didn’t worry Adrien any more than he was already. Keeping her body relaxed instead of tensing up. Adrien had gone into a frenzied panic when he and Max had returned from their apartment search to find her collapsed on the floor, blocking the door. She’d missed the worst of it according to what Tikki said, but she still remembered the terrified look in his eyes when she woke up. He hadn’t left her side since, keeping constant physical contact.

Max seemed to inherently understand the situation and was jumping up to get anything either of them might need so they didn’t have to abandon each other for even a few moments. She was eternally grateful to him for it because she wasn’t sure who the physical proximity was having more of a calming effect on, her or Adrien, but regardless, they both needed it.

Her attempt to not react didn’t seem to have been as effective as she thought it had been judging by the way Adrien hugged her closer to him. Marinette lightly bonked her head into his chest and returned her attention to the laptop screen. “It’s okay, Nino,” Marinette assured him weakly.

“No it isn’t,” Chloe said over her. “Both of you need to stop talking.” She flipped a page in her magazine and looked up at the screen. “I mean, that’s true in general, but especially during this call.” Her eyes were sharp when she looked up but Marinette could see the concern she was trying to hide by focusing on her magazine. She wasn’t sure what Adrien had told them about how he found her but she could tell it was enough to scare them too.

Marinette rolled her eyes at Chloe. “Yes, it is.”

Chloe groaned. “This is the way we work Dupain Cheng. You and Adrien let people walk all over you, Nino keeps the peace, Alya starts trouble, and I tell people the truth and to back the fuck off when it’s warranted.”

“Which never starts trouble,” Alya snarked.

“I do not let people walk all over me!” Adrien objected, looking around for support. Marinette gave a curt nod of agreement, but Max was avoiding his eyes and Chloe was staring at him flatly.

“No, you don’t let people walk all over us,” she motioned toward the screen, trying to indicate the rest of them. “But you let everyone walk all over you.” Her eyes moved slightly and her eyes narrowed slightly. “You both do.”

Marinette wrinkled her nose at the screen with a pout. “I stood up to you,” she groused.

Chloe scoffed. “And it only took you like ten years to do it. So proud of you.” She rolled her eyes so strongly, her entire head moved as she did it.

Marinette’s mouth dropped in offense. “I’m better now.”

“Are you, though? Really?” Chloe deadpanned.

Marinette pouted. “Yes!”

“Statistically, she is accurate,” Max added. “She does stand up for herself more now than when we were younger.” Marinette pursed her lips at Max, unsure how to respond to his comment. On one hand, it defended her. On the other hand, she did not at all appreciate how he stressed the word ‘statistically’ and she was certain everyone else caught that as well.

Chloe opened her mouth to say something but was cut off by Nino. Marinette sighed in relief until she started processing his words. “I get that it’s hard and it hurts, I guess I just thought you wouldn’t take it this hard. After Jagged with Luka and Juleka and your grandfather… you forgave all of them. You helped Jagged with Luka and Juleka, making sure their relationship didn’t go bad.” He motioned vaguely at nothing. “You seemed to brush it off and take it as a challenge. So why isn’t this?”

Alya dropped her head in her hands. “Tact, Nino. God.”

“No, he’s not wrong.” Marinette frowned as she thought about his words. “I went after Grand-père and convinced him to reconnect. Papa never held it against him so I guess I didn’t either. Luka never held it against Jagged, just moved forward. Maybe it’s just me. Maybe…”

“No!” Adrien interrupted before she could follow that train of thought any further. He gently turned her toward him to focus her attention on him. “There’s nothing wrong with you or how you’re reacting. There’s no wrong way to react to news like this. If you feel sad, that’s fine. If you feel annoyed, that’s fine. If you feel frustrated, that’s okay. If you want to just move past it, there’s nothing wrong with that. If you feel angry, that’s okay. And if you feel like you need space, that’s okay too. There’s no wrong way to react to this,” he repeated.

“Except however Chloe would respond,” Alya added with a smirk.

“Hey!” Chloe objected loudly, glaring at the screen, but with no real heat behind it. “For the record, how I would respond to news like this is to spend all my new found father’s money, pressing my boundaries until he finally said something. And if he didn’t say anything, I’d use those billions to do whatever the fuck I wanted and never see him in person.”

Marinette blinked at Chloe, as did the rest of the group. That was certainly… an option. Not one Marinette would ever choose, but it was… Marinette started giggling at the idea. Adrien joined her quickly while Max, Alya, and Nino watched them worriedly. Chloe rolled her eyes and flipped the page in her magazine, but the corners of her lips quirked up.

“He is correct,” Max added, bringing them back to the original point. “There are a variety of ways people will react to finding out they have a parent they didn’t know about. Markov found hundreds of studies on psychological responses to similar news and responses are extremely varied.”

“Juleka had a harder time with accepting it and connecting to Jagged than Luka did, remember?” Adrien pointed out. “And there’s nothing wrong with her. She wasn’t wrong to react that way, right?” Marinette shook her head reluctantly. It wasn’t that she thought there was anything wrong with the way Juleka reacted, but in agreeing with Adrien’s observation, she would have to agree with his point that she was allowed to freak out about this instead of ignoring it like she wanted to.

“Marinette,” Alya raised her voice to bring attention back to her. “You can do anything you want here and we’ll support you. You know that. No matter how this ends we all love you. No matter how you react, we’ll love you. Nobody is going to judge you for any decision.”

Chloe scoffed. She waited until everyone was looking, or in Alya and Adrien’s cases, glaring at her. “What? You want me to lie to her?” She looked incredulously at the other faces on the video call. “We won’t judge. Hell, I’m willing to scratch his eyes out in public for you. But, your name was already getting out there and his name, now yours, is on the largest corporation in the world. Every news and gossip organization is going to be talking about it forever if you guys don’t make a good show of it.”

“So?” Alya demanded incredulously. “She should just do whatever is best for publicity?”

“Did I say that?” Chloe scoffed. She finally put her magazine down to show how serious she was taking the conversation. “When have I ever let the threat of bad publicity stop me from doing something? I just said it would be out there, not that she should care. It’s a factor, a big one when she’s figuring out what she wants.”

“What do you want?” Adrien asked gently, turning his attention back to Marinette.

Marinette looked at Adrien for a few seconds while her brain whirred at high speed thinking through all the options. What did she want? None of this. That’s what she wanted. After a few seconds she took a breath and let it out. “What I want is to not have to deal with any of this. What I want is to not be his daughter. What I want is to figure out where we want to live and work and start a company there like we planned. What I want is to live a normal life now.” She ignored Chloe’s scoff. “What I want…” she sighed and looked away. “What I want doesn’t matter.”

Chloe huffed almost loudly enough for it to echo. “Of course it matters, it just doesn’t change the past or the current situation. But, you control your next steps. So Ladybug this bitch. Some egomaniacal, rich, pampered megalomaniac has created an utterly ridiculous problem that you now have to fix. This is your specialty. Show this bastard who he walked out on. Make him regret not dying with his parents.”

“Woah! What the Hell?” Nino exclaimed. “Too far.”

Chloe scoffed and looked back at her nails. “If you think that was too far, you should have heard what I wanted to say. I toned it way down for your sensitive ears,” she added condescendingly. She just barely looked up when Marinette started giggling. Chloe’s lips quirked up the more Marinette tried to stifle the slightly unhinged sounding giggles.

“Dude, that’s her grandparents…” Nino whisper shouted. Marinette suddenly sobered and paled in realization.

“Or!” Adrien interjected with false excitement positioning himself between Marinette and the screen. “Or, you could, you know, try to build a relationship with him.” He looked decidedly away from the incredulous looks from Alya and Chloe and the doubtful look from Nino on screen, trying to pretend like they weren’t judging him. He moved closer to Marinette and took her hands in his giving her a sincere, serious look. “You have someone, your father, who wants to connect to you.”

He ignored the loud scoff from the computer and continued as though Alya or Chloe, or both, hadn’t verbalized their opinion. They clearly weren’t that opposed or they would have said it instead of making a noise. He “accidentally” closed the video chat and gave Max a pointed look.

Max nodded slowly. “I’m just going to go to my room for a few minutes. Let me know if you want to talk.”

Marinette and Adrien both shot him thankful smiles. Adrien waited until his door was closed before looking back at Marinette with a concerned look. “You got screwed in this deal. Nobody can deny that, and however you feel, that’s real and valid. It’s okay to be hurt. It’s okay to be scared. It’s okay to say this is too much for you right now, or ever. But, do you really want to walk away? Not connect to him? Not try?”

“He didn’t want…” Marinette started weakly.

“Maybe he wasn’t ready,” he cut her off before she could spiral again. “Maybe this is the universe’s way to saying it’s time. You got the embodiment of luck in your pocket. Is it really so farfetched to think luck played a role?”

“Bad luck,” Marinette scoffed to the floor. Adrien gently rapped her on the top of her head with his knuckle. She looked back up and caught his unimpressed look. Marinette sighed and looked away before looking back up at him uncertainly. “I don’t know…”

“Do you think you want to try?” Tikki asked floating out of her resting spot. “It’s your choice. But I don’t think this is going away, so whichever decision you go with you’ll have to face the consequences.”

“Or I could just cataclysm him,” Plagg offered rubbing his paws together. He darted away from Tikki before she could shut him up.

“No!” Marinette and Adrien chorused at the same time.

Adrien glared at Plagg but made sure to soften his eyes before looking back at Marinette. “Okay, maybe things don’t work out with him. But it sounds like you have siblings. You already like Jason. Maybe you’ll like them too.” He gave her a small smile and rubbed her arms soothingly. “You always wanted siblings.”

Marinette gave him a weak smile back. “I don’t need siblings anymore. I have you. That’s more than enough. I don’t think I could handle more of yous.”

Adrien scoffed good naturedly at her. “If anything I’ve made having siblings more appealing.”

Marinette scoffed playfully. “Keep telling yourself that,” she muttered.

He pulled her into a hug. “You always wanted more. And it sounds like you might have sisters.”

“More people he adopted after walking away,” Marinette groused into his shirt.

Adrien hugged her tighter. “Maybe he had a reason? Or maybe he just royally messed up. Maybe he hates himself for the decision. It’s something you won’t find out unless you stay. And you can just talk once and see how you feel about it. If it doesn’t go well, you can walk away and we can find that bar Roy mentioned. If it goes well, you can decide to stay or we can decide to move to New York or Metropolis, like we were thinking and you can still see him every so often.”

“Even if it doesn’t go perfectly,” Tikki added softly, “it’ll give you closure. You deserve to have that.”

“And you’ll wonder what could have happened if you don’t,” Adrien nudged her gently. “You know you’re going to regret not trying.”

“So is that an absolute no on the cataclysm idea,” Plagg popped up between them. “Because I’m still willing.”

Marinette rolled her eyes at him but shot him a grateful smile. It was as close as Plagg got to admitting he cared. She scratched him on the forehead and looked back to Adrien with a frown. “I don’t think I can handle this.”

“I’ll stay with you. And Max will be here. Tikki will be here for you. Plagg will be here, but don’t let that deter you…”

“Hey!” Plagg pouted.

Adrien continued without acknowledging him. “Chloe could be here in a few hours if we needed and she’d drop everything to get here, no matter what she says. Alya and Nino will only be a phone call away. We will support you no matter what you want to do. But we can’t make this decision for you, so, the question is what do you want to do?”

Marinette groaned and pouted at him. “You sure you can’t do this for me?”

Adrien gave her a sympathetic look and shook his head. “Not this time, Bug.” He waited a few minutes for her to think through her options. When she looked just as lost after another few minutes after that, he spoke up gently. “Do you want to talk to Sabine and Tom first? They might have some answers you need to make your decision.”

Marinette looked back up at him with a pathetic looking pout. “Can’t I just sleep through this instead?”

Adrien chuckled and shook his head, relieved she was now in a light enough mood to make jokes. “You could,” he nodded and put on a mock serious face, “but your problems will still be there when you woke up.”

“What bullshit,” she scoffed in a weak voice.

Adrien nodded. “Yep, utter bullshit.”

Marinette kept eye contact with him for a few moments waiting for him to impart some kind of insightful wisdom upon her. When he held silent and let her make her own decision, she whimpered and looked away. “What if it isn’t him I cataclysm,” Plagg asked, flying between them. “I could do it to his house instead… a few of his cars? Rich people always have too many cars.”

Adrien grabbed him out of the air and shoved him in his pocket with an exasperated groan. But Marinette giggled again. When her laughter had settled, she took a deep breath and motioned toward her phone. Adrien smiled at her as he placed it in her hand. She took a deep breath and pulled out the paper M. Wayne had given her. She dialed one of the numbers before she could talk herself out of it, which knowing herself could happen if she was given more than a few seconds to think, and looked up to Adrien, letting his soft smile ground her. “M. Wayne? It’s Marinette. Would you be free for dinner tonight?”

Chapter 9

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Peter Parker x Pregnant!Female!Stark!Reader: Where Gods Do Fear to Tread [Ch. 7]

Summary: The best laid plans of mice and men often go awry, the best laid plans of teenagers even more so.

Challenge: “9 Months” challenge by crackleviolet on Lunaescence Archive -- Bonus Two -- Teenage Pregnancy

Rating/Warnings/Tags: T (sexual references; two underage people having consensual sex off the page; teenage pregnancy; family drama; mixed families; teenage cruelty; discussion of abortion; discussion of adoption; foul language; crude humor; postpartum depression; Stark!Reader; Lila & Reader friendship)

Pairings: Peter Parker x Female!Reader; Tony/Pepper; Happy/May; Steve/Bucky; Clint/Laura; past!Tony/Reader’s Mom

Tag List: @imaginesfire, @plutoneu

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Chapter 7: Kicks

One of things no one ever said during the hundreds of “don’t have sex or you’ll die” lessons you had to endure from fifth grade onward was that death would be among the least horrible consequences of doing the deed. They told you about single parenthood, warned you about abortion clinics, and did their best to terrify you with horrible pictures of sexually transmitted diseases—but clearly none of that had worked. Maybe, just maybe, if they’d talked a little bit about the truth of pregnancy, you would have listened. Probably not, but maybe, because sixth months in held enough misery that you almost wished you had died instead.

Heartburn. Hot flashes. Leg cramps. Dizziness. All of these you endured in relative silence. Whining about them did you very little good anyway. Doing so usually earned you another lecture from your dad…or thorough reaming out from Pepper, who couldn’t really help being so ticked off when she was about three months ahead of you.

The back pain you found a lot harder to shut up about. You couldn’t spend all your time in a warm bath, not with school and homework and long meetings about what adoption meant and even longer lectures from Nick Fury of all people about the dangers of casually sleeping with Enhanced.

The uncomfortable hospital waiting room chairs didn’t really help matters. They had wooden arms on each side and a beige-ish back and cushion. You used the word “cushion” for want of a better term. No matter which one you tried to sit in, you couldn’t stay comfortable in it for more than a few minutes at time. By the time Pepper had been in labor for six hours, you’d tried nearly every chair in the room, much to the consternation of every other person crammed in there with you that warm May afternoon. Probably they wondered what an unsupervised, massively pregnant teenager was doing loitering in there instead of at a gynecologist’s office somewhere.

For the fifteenth time that day, you pulled your phone out of your backpack to check for messages to distract yourself with. None were there. Obviously. Your dad was in the room with Pepper; the rest of the Avengers were answering some important distress call over in Siberia; and it wasn’t like you had any friends that were going to check on you after you’d left school at around ten that morning.

“Sorry I’m late. Did I miss anything?”

You looked up in shock both at the voice and the feeling of the chair next to yours moving. Peter himself had plunked himself down there. Wide eyed, you looked around the room for May or Happy at least, but no one was there.

“Happy’s going to pick up Aunt May,” Peter explained. “They’ll be here soon.”

“Guess they figured there’s not much trouble we could get into at a hospital,” you said with a weak smile.

Sure enough, Peter’s sudden arrival had every eye on you again, nurse and visitor alike. You tried not to blush at the feeling of all those eyes on you. Their disapproval couldn’t make you unpregnant, no matter how convenient that might have been.

“Right. So? I wanted to get here sooner, but Aunt May said I had to finish school for the day.”

“It’s fine, Peter. Pepper’s still in labor. I think. Guess Dad might just have decided not to tell me. Probably wouldn’t my aura rubbing off on Morgan’s right out of the womb,” you said, a little bitterly. Your baby sister’s arrival would take a lot of pressure off of you, but you also desperately missed your dad’s affection. What if having a new daughter made him willing to send you away now?

Peter seemed to read your mind as he wrapped one arm around your shoulders. “Mr. Stark wouldn’t do that. He loves you.”

“Maybe he did for a little bit.” You gave yourself a firm shake before changing the subject. “So, you were at school. They finally let you back after you gave Flash that black eye?”

“It was just a quick suspension,” he said, like it didn’t matter at all.

But it did. Though no one had told you outright, you were pretty sure that your dad had pulled a lot of strings to keep Peter at that school after his fight. A large donation had likely been made to Midtown High.

Peter hadn’t even used his full strength on Flash. If he had, Flash would have been turned into little more than goo splattered across that Audi. Fighting at school was still fighting at school, though, and if he hadn’t been throwing punches to protect your honor, you shuddered to think where Peter would have ended up.

You gazed at him, trying to will those horrible, uncharacteristic tears away. He seemed to notice, as he kissed your temple before he took his arm off your back so he could hold your hand.

“How are you doing?” he asked.

“I’m okay. I’m not the one going into my seventh hour of labor.”

“Is that normal?”

“I think so.” Again, you shifted in your seat and found no relief in your newest position. “No one’s been all that keen on giving me details, though. Mostly a lot of talk about my poor decision making skills.”

He let out a small laugh. “Yeah. I got a little bit of that from Director Fury, too.”

“It’s not funny,” you said, swatting him lightly on the shoulder.

“No. I guess it’s not.”

His eyes fell where they’d been falling a lot lately: the place where your hands connected. You felt his fingers contract momentarily around yours. What he was thinking when he did this, you didn’t know. Finding out wasn’t high on your priority list either.

“Lila sent me a card, though,” you said. “That was nice of her. And when it’s Natasha’s turn to babysit, she mostly leaves me alone.”

“Oh yeah?” Peter said absently.

“Yeah. Happy’s been great, too. I know he acts like I’m an enormous burden, but I’m starting to think it’s only an act. He bought me a milkshake a few days ago…”

Without Peter’s eyes on you, you found it difficult to gauge whether or not he had heard a word you said. The rest of the waiting room had; no one else there was speaking—at least, not as fast or as loud as you were. He didn’t look up, however, not even when you trailed off into an uneasy silence yourself. It seemed to magnify all the other tiny sounds in the room: a nurse at a desk turned a paper; a phone somewhere in the back rang; one of your fellow waiters unwrapped a granola bar.

“Peter?”

“Yeah.”

“Peter.” That time, you kicked his shoe with your closest foot.

He looked wildly up and around, only to relax when he saw that there wasn’t anyone in a giant mechanical rhinoceros suit headed straight for him. “Huh?”

You sighed. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. Mostly. I just…”

You wondered then if he kept staring at your hands to avoid staring at your belly. His eyes drifted slowly over to the swell of it obvious even through your sweater (it might have been May, but your school wanted you to wear something a little less indecent than your usual button down). Then, just as slowly, he brought them back up to your face.

“You just what?” you asked around your suddenly thick tongue.

“Nothing. It’s…dumb. But you had your appointment earlier this week, right? You know what it—you know what we’re…you know what the baby is?”

Things between you and Peter had settled down since you’d gone to see him at school a few months before. You both texted most nights (knowing full well FRIDAY was keeping logs of every message sent); Happy and May had come over for a much less uneventful dinner (not a fun experience this time either); and sometimes you even got to talk to him after one of his training sessions (so long as Steve or Clint hung around; you didn’t exactly jump at the chance when it was your dad who volunteered). All the same, your relationship felt tenuous, like you were walking on a wire just to keep things casual. That was why you sounded so guarded when you answered:

“Yes.”

“Yeah?” Now that he’d broached the subject, he couldn’t seem to keep his eyes off your baby bump. “And what is it?”

“Peter…”

“I just want to know. That’s all.”

He’d picked a good place to ask. If you blew up in the middle of the hospital, you’d probably get carted off to the psychiatric ward—or, worse, someone would go wrench your father away from the birth of his good daughter so he could yell at you some more for your bad behavior.

Truth be told, you didn’t really want to blowup at Peter anyway. You loved him, and you still felt plenty guilty over deciding to give the baby up for adoption (and reject his sort-of proposal) without asking him about it first. The only thing was that you worried about what giving him that information might do.

“It’s…the baby’s a girl,” you said quietly.

His eyes went as round and as huge as one of your dad’s largest serving platters.

“Is that bad?” you asked.

Seemingly unable to speak, Peter shook his head. Your free fingers crept almost unconsciously to your belly as you watched him. What was he so freaked out about? Either the baby was going to be a boy or a girl. What other options were there? He wasn’t the kind of guy to hope the baby was a stillborn, so that couldn’t be it.

Finally, Peter let out a long sigh. “Is she pretty?”

Your knee-jerk reaction was to remind him all babies looked the same before they were born—and usually for a while after that, too. You surprised yourself by saying instead, “Yeah. She’s beautiful.”

“Does she look like you or me?”

“Me. She’s got a real big head.”

Alarm bells went off in your head. What were you doing? This baby was growing inside you, sure, but you weren’t supposed to get attached. She was going to some nice family as soon as she could. You couldn’t talk like she was coming home with you. All the same, when Peter grinned, you grinned right along with him.

“You’re head’s not that big,” he said.

“I’ll take that as a compliment. You know, my mom tore when she had me.”

“T-tore?” All the blood drained from Peter’s face.

“Yeah. Around my head.”

“Is that…is that going to happen to you?”

“I don’t know. It’s a possibility.” One you had a lot of nightmares about, too. The way Peter looked away from you and licked his lips made you think he might start having nightmares about it himself.

“Being pregnant’s really hard, isn’t it?” he asked.

“It’s no walk in the park. But,” you said, when he continued to stare at his jean-clad knees, “if I had to have anyone’s baby, I’m glad it’s yours.”

“Really? Why?”

“Because you’re kind.”

“Tell that to Flash.”

“Punching Flash doesn’t count. I owe you for that one.”

“No, you don’t.” Your eyes met once more. Peter’s tongue flashed at the corner of his thin mouth. Butterflies erupted in your stomach before he could speak. “Listen, I was wondering—”

“Peter, don’t.”

“I was just wondering what you’d want to call her. If we were going to raise her. What would you want to name her?”

“But we’re not keeping her,” you said.

“I know. But just…if we were.”

A lot of things about this situation hurt. Mostly your body, obviously, but also a lot of relationships and your grades and your self-esteem. None of that really made you twinge as deeply inside as considering the name of the baby you’d hardly get to hold in your arms. Logically, you knew you’d made the right choice in not keeping her, in finding her a family that would keep her safe, in getting her into a home that would have room for nothing but love for her. Emotionally, you couldn’t pretend you hadn’t spent the past few days obsessively thinking over the very thing Peter was asking you.

“Bethany,” you whispered. Your fingers pressed against your bump as you closed your eyes. “I want to call her Bethany, after my mother.”

You breathed deeply in through your nose then out through your mouth, then repeated the process several times. Bucky had suggested that to you last time he’d been present for one of your fun little panic attacks. Oddly enough, it helped…though you assumed Bucky didn’t need it nearly as often to prevent himself from bursting into tears in public.

A warm weight pressed against your hand closest to Peter. Opening your eyes, you found he had placed his hand on top of yours and interlaced your fingers again. Tears sparkled in his warm brown eyes.

“I think that’s a beautiful name,” he said hoarsely.

“Y-You do?”

He nodded. “I think I’d want to call her May, too. After all Aunt May’s done for me, it just seems right.”

“Bethany May?” you suggested.

“Bethany May.”

“Parker or Stark?”

“Parker-Stark. What else?”

Even though everything about the scene throbbed like a healing bruise, you and Peter worked your ways into tearful smiles.

“Bethany May Parker-Stark,” you murmured.

Peter echoed the sentiment, his eyes misty. Then: “So we really can’t keep her?“ he asked.

Reality doused your modicum of happiness like a bucket of cold water tipped over an ember. "No. We can’t.”

“But—”

“But what, Peter? We’ve been over this a thousand times already.”

He lifted his shoulders, tensing for an argument…then let out a long sigh and leaned his head backward against his chair until he was staring up at the paneled ceiling. “I know. I guess it’s just that…I don’t even remember my parents. I don’t want our daughter to grow up like that, wondering about what we’re like.”

“I know the feeling.”

“You do?”

“Sure. My mom told me when I was really little who my dad was. I kept asking her to bring him in for career day at school. Obviously, she couldn’t do that. She probably only told me because she figured if I told anyone, they’d think I was playing pretend. I kinda thought she was playing pretend, too, when I got older.”

“But Mr. Stark is your dad. You knew that.”

“It sounded too good to be true. That’s part of why I ran off to see him. I knew Mom never told him about me before she died, and I just thought if he knew me, everything would be okay.” Which, contrary to everything the world taught, it had been. For a little while, at least. Until you got it into your head to have sex with your boyfriend.

“Do you think Bethany’ll ever do that? Run away to meet us?”

“She won’t have to. These people who are adopting her are really nice, Peter. They work for SHIELD. They promised me that if she wants to when she’s older—when we’re older—they won’t stop her from looking for us or making contact. Besides,” you went on, “Fury’s pretty sure she’s going to wind up with your abilities, and if she does, there’s no way she won’t figure out who her dad is.”

“You really think so?” said Peter, lips curling up into a smile he couldn’t quite allow.

“I do. Oh!”

Your sudden exclamation had Peter’s attention off the ceiling and right back on you. “What is it? What’s happening?”

“Nothing.” His serious expression caused you to giggle. It really was a good thing he wore a mask as Spider-Man; he was too cute to scare any crooks bare-faced like that. “I just think that she already knows you’re her father.”

Peter’s brow furrowed further still. Without explanation, you gently lifted the hand he had resting on top of yours, brought it inches from the fabric of your sweater, and let him go.

“Touch it,” you said.

“Huh?”

“Just do it. Quick! She doesn’t keep it up for very long.”

His confusion did not evaporate. Frowning, he did as he was told, with many glances back at your face. Did he think you were trying to trick him somehow? You held your breath. If she didn’t do it again right away…

He gasped as he felt that same popping popcorn-like sensation inside you. “Oh my God!” he said. “Is that her? Is-is she doing that?”

“She’s kicking!”

“I can’t bel—”

“Miss Stark.”

You and Peter froze at the sound of an unfamiliar voice. Your eyes remained locked on each other’s for several seconds, but the bubble of happiness had utterly burst. Embarrassed and reluctant, you looked over to see a frazzled-looking woman in scrubs standing with a clipboard only a few feet away.

“Yes?” You tried to use your most dignified tone. She didn’t look impressed.

“The baby’s been born and checked out. Your parents would like you to come in and see them now,” she said.

Both you and Peter rose in unison, his hand slipping away from your stomach and back down to your hand. Neither of you got more than a step away from your seats before the nurse shook her head.

“I’m sorry, sir, but only family is allowed in the room for now.”

Peter didn’t let you dawdle or argue. “That’s okay,” he said quickly. “Aunt May will be here soon. You go on ahead. We’ll catch up later.”

He was probably right. As much as you wanted him with you for this moment, rules were rules. You allowed Peter to pull you in for a quick kiss, then went off to follow the nurse to Pepper’s delivery room. When you got to the door leading to the hall, you turned to look at him one last time. He waved. You waved back.

The tears threatened to rush right to your eyes once again as you turned away. This time, you refused to let them free. You couldn’t cry when this was such a happy moment for your dad and Pepper. With a sniff, you rubbed the moisture accumulating on your lower lids away, after which you hurried after the still-moving nurse. What was there to cry about anyway, you wondered. At least someone was getting a happily ever after after all of this, even if that someone couldn’t be you.

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Operation: Christmas Couple -Part 8

Pairing- Jensen, x Female!Reader eventually

Word count- 3,924

Warnings- Language, a little fluff, plotting friends, slight angst

A/N- This is going to be a slow burn. It’s the first time I’ve done RPF. It’s season 7, but for the purpose of this fic some of the characters made earlier season appearances than they actually did on the show. Thank you @deanwanddamons for your help this story. I just finished writing this story this morning, not enough time to be beta’d. All mistakes are mine. Square filled for @spnchristmasbingo Building a Gingerbread House The songs talked about in this chapter are linked to the YouTube page, if you want to take a listen.

Summary- Some of the cast members of Supernatural have been watching the interaction of two close friends around each other. Neither one will admit to there being anything more between them. With the most magical season of the year upon them, what better time to open their eyes? Brianna and the girls, along with some help from Jared have come up with just the way to accomplish that. But are Jensen and the reader going to cooperate, or are they going to foil their plans?

Chapter Summary- The secret’s out, now what? Does the gang give up on their plan, or keep going? How is the reader doing with the news?

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“Hey lady, dinner was great. Loved that cake.” Gen tries to get your attention as you come closer to the stairs.

Briefly looking up, you smile at her, “thank you. I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

“Everything alright, Y/N?”

“Yeah, just fine. I’m going to head to the basement, see what’s going on down there.”

Standing at the bottom of the steps she watches you slowly make your way through the living room and kitchen area.

“Hey, what are you doing just standing here?” Jared asks his wife, as he comes down from upstairs.

“I was watching Y/N, she seems a little off. She was walking away from their room with her head down.”

“She must have heard us talking.”

“Who’s us? You and Jensen?”

“Yeah. He told me he’s seeing someone”

“He’s what?” Gen asks in surprise.

“I know, he said that Y/N is aware of that. I guess she knows but isn’t exactly happy about it.”

“Oh wow, and here we’ve been pushing for them. No wonder he hasn’t been thrilled with us. But I really thought there was something between those two.”

“I believe there is, but he doesn’t want to ruin their friendship.”

“Are you going to tell the others?”

“I think we should. Let’s see if we can get those two out of the house tomorrow.”

They hear a door close upstairs and know Jensen is on his way down. The two of them move away from the stairs and near Tom to avoid looking suspicious. Jensen doesn’t pay them much attention, walking through the room and to the kitchen. He looks around a moment before heading downstairs.

You are sitting on the couch with Felicia and Ruth, when Jensen comes down. Seeing you’re busy he makes his way over to the pool table watching Travis beat Misha, also keeping an eye on Rob and Rich at the foosball table.

When Jared heads to the basement a few minutes later, he gets Briana off to the side. He quietly tells her that they all need to talk tomorrow and it would be best to do so with you and Jensen gone.

When the games wrap up, Kim suggests a movie, which has become almost a nightly routine. Everyone heads in the theater room, except for you. A few minutes after going in, Jensen comes back out, looking around the game room.

“Are you coming?” he asks, seeing you still sitting on the couch.

“No, not tonight. I think I might try and do some reading.”

“Do you want some company?”

You look at him in confusion, “Um, reading isn’t usually a social event. I’m fine, right here by myself. Go watch the movie.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yep, go on. I think I heard Bri say it was Iron Man, tonight.

“Alright, well, you know where we are if you need us.”

“I’ll be fine on my own.”

When he leaves, you open up your computer. The book you brought was upstairs in the bedroom, but you didn’t feel like going to get it. Instead, you pull up a fanfiction site the guys have mentioned before. Occasionally, a friend of theirs would send them a fanfiction story about Sam or Dean, they had come across. Jensen had shown one story to you. You’d gone back and looked up others after that. There are even some about your character from the show. You tried to read some Dean and reader inserts, but you just couldn't concentrate tonight.

Turning the television on instead, you flip through the channels, finally landing on a movie you had been wanting to see, Now You See Me. According to the guide, it was just starting. Actually, you had been planning on watching this with Jensen, but he watched it with someone else while you were gone one weekend.

Near the end of the movie, the door in the corner opens and your friends start to come out. The television catches Jensen’s eye as he walks over.

“I thought you were going to read?”

“I tried, but I guess I wasn’t feeling it. Found this when I turned on tv.”

“Weren’t we going to watch it together?”

“Hey, this is a good one,” Jared states as he walks over. “Jay and I watched it one weekend when we were hanging out.”

Turning from Jared to Jensen, you reply “you’ve already seen it remember?”

He doesn’t say anything, just sits down to watch the end with you along with Jared. When the movie is over both men stand up to head upstairs. Jensen turns back to you, “are you coming? Need help?”

“I’m good, not ready to go up yet. I’m going to stay down here a little longer.”

He doesn’t say anything, just looks at you for a moment, nods and leaves the room.

Alone again, you scroll through the channels, and settle on an older movie. It doesn’t hold your attention too long and you’re back to scrolling, but nothing seems to catch your eye. Moving over to the puzzle, that doesn’t do much for you either. Only one piece finds its spot. An idea hits, and you turn the computer back on, then walk over and turn the small basement Christmas tree lights on. The rest of the lights in the game room get shut off before you go back over and curl up in the corner of the couch.

Pulling up Youtube and searching a name, you wait for the matches to load. Finding the song, you are looking for and hitting play, you set the computer down in front of you. When it finishes, you might have hit replay once or twice, before allowing it to move on to the next song.

You are a few songs through the playlist, when you suddenly feel eyes on you. Looking up, Jensen is standing in the doorway watching you.

“I just came down to check on you, it’s almost 1am, you’ve been down here by yourself awhile.”

“Oh, wow. I hadn’t realized how late it was.”

“Are you mad at me about dinner? Is this your way to avoid me?” he questions, walking over to sit next to you on the couch.

“No, I’m not mad about dinner. At least it wasn’t Christmas dinner with your parents, when you did that. I’ve got somethings on my mind, and it’s racing too much to try and sleep. Something Rob said the other day reminded me of some older Christmas songs I hadn’t heard this year. They aren’t your typical Christmas songs, so I looked them up on youtube and was listening to them.”

“What are these, not typical songs?”

Leaning down to change the song on the computer, you go back to the very first one you played. Jensen can’t see your screen, he hears the bells and doorbell playing, not having a clue as to what the song is, until he hears “5 Flannel shirts.”

He starts laughing, “wait a minute, is this Jeff Foxworthy?”

“Yep, Redneck 12 days of Christmas.”

The song plays with neither of you saying anything more to each other until it ends. “I forgot about this song, I haven’t heard it in ages,” Jensen says with a shake of his head.

“I’ve listened to it a few times now. That one led me to the next one.”

Clicking on the next video you put the computer on the table in front of you both. He chuckles once again seeing the video that was starting.

“Oh dang, the Christmas version of Here’s Your Sign. He’s a Texas boy, and his other versions used to play all the time back home.”

“I forgot you were a country fan growing up.”

“I was. Rooming with you got me back to it.” Jensen points to the videos listed on the side. “Will you play his other one when this is over?”

“I’ll go back to it after this one. I used to listen to this one all the time as a kid. I can’t believe I forgot about it.”

He waits for the next video to load, then shakes his head when he sees the man children are gathering around for a story. “This is an oldie, look at the mullet. Wow.”

You can’t help but sing along to the tune, and it doesn’t take long for Jensen to join in with Leroy the Redneck Reindeer. The two of you laugh and sing along with the video until the end.

“Oh hairstyles of the 80’s and 90’s man.”

“Oh, you’re one to talk Jay, Mr. frosted tips.”

“Oh I know, not sure what I was thinking back then.”

“As you said, hairstyles of the times.”

You go back and play the video he asked you to before. After that, you mainly let YouTube continue on with the current playlist, one of you occasionally changing it. Jensen stares at your computer screen before turning back to you.

“As much as I’m enjoying this, we should probably head upstairs. It’s after 3.”

“What? It can’t be?” Sure enough, when you look at the time on your laptop it says it’s almost twenty after. “I guess you’re right, we should get to bed.”

Turning off the computer, you pick it up to take back to the bedroom. You carefully make your way to the doorway, when Jensen lifts you up.

“Jens, you don’t have to do that.”

“It will get you up quicker this way. You can’t argue, because you don’t want to wake anyone else up.”

He is right about that, so you shut your mouth and hold on to your laptop. When he reaches the bedroom, he carefully sets you down on the bed. He heads into the bathroom, while you change your clothes. After switching places the two of you slide into bed. You don’t turn your back on him tonight, but you don’t curl up next to him either. There is too much on your mind tonight.

When you finally drag yourself out of bed the next morning, you notice that you are able to do so easier than yesterday. In the shower, you see a good bit of the swelling has gone down. While you're drying off after, there is a tap at the door.

“Do you care if I come in?”

“You’re actually knocking? Did I hit my head, Ackles?”

“You’re hilarious.”

Leaving the bathroom to Jensen, you move to the bedroom to get yourself dressed before coming back to dry your hair. The two of you walk downstairs together. You threaten Jensen if he tries to carry you again, Tom wouldn’t be the only one finding his “special place.”

There are a few of your friends in the kitchen when you enter. They give you both crap about not getting up until 11.

“Hey, it was a late night. Aren’t we supposed to be on vacation? Sleeping in is a must,” you tell them.

“What exactly were we up late doing?” Felicia questions.

“Watching old music videos on YouTube,” you inform them.

“That’s not the reply I was expecting,” Kim says.

“You look like you’re walking better, Y/N,” Briana states.

“Yeah, it’s feeling better today. Although, I don’t think it’s good enough to ski.”

“That’s great,” she replies. “You know what you and Jensen should do today? Go take a look at the shops in town. You mentioned earlier in the trip you wanted to do that.”

“Maybe I’ll head there later, but Jens, doesn’t have to waste his day there with me.”

“You shouldn’t go alone. What if something happens,” Kim interjects.

“You picked up New Year’s stuff right?” Bri questions you.

“What New Year’s stuff?”

“Hats, glasses or something else fun to wear, and toasting glasses. I know I actually told you about this stuff. What about the extra winter wear?”

“As oppressed to the ugly sweaters? What do you mean by extra winter wear?”

“Another pair of gloves, hat, scarf, etc.”

“I have the ones I wear outside.”

“No, you need some others. I really did go over all this with you.”

“Did you make sure I was actually listening to what you were saying though?” Turning to Jensen, you ask, “do you want to go to town with me?”

“Sure. Breakfast here or grab something there?”

“I’m pretty sure we’re being kicked out, so let’s go with there.”

Grabbing both of your winter coats, boots, gloves, and your purse, the two of you were out the door, and heading toward the small town.

Jensen sees the sign for a small cafe, finding a parking spot out front he pulls in. The two of you head inside to find a table, a nice waitress brings you over menus and takes your drink order.

“I think I’m going to get the pancakes,” you try placing your order.

“Sorry, we stop serving breakfast at 11:30,” the waitress tells you.

“Oh, okay. Um I guess I’ll go with the turkey sandwich.”

“That’s the second time you’ve missed out on pancakes, sorry,” Jensen apologizes.

“Not your fault. Just wasn’t meant to have them. I’ll make them myself one morning, maybe even try to make Grinch ones.”

“I thought we were talking about pancakes?”

“I was, remember the commercial last year, actually, you probably don’t. But when the movie came out that one restaurant was running Grinch themed pancakes.”

“How are you going to make them?”

“I’ll look up the recipe on Pinterest. You can find almost anything there.”

While you two are eating lunch there's a meeting going on back at the house.

“He has a girlfriend?!” Briana shouts the question in disbelief.

“So did we completely misread this?” Kim asks.

“I don’t think we all could have been so wrong, could we?” Felicia ponders.

“All I know is what Ackles told me last night. He said he was seeing someone and has been for a little while now.”

“Seriously Padalecki, I thought you said he was interested in her?” Rich questions.

“I really thought he was, I think a part of him is.”

“Maybe they are just really close friends,” Rob throws in his two cents.

“So, what is the plan now?” Ruth asks, “is this over?”

All eyes turn toward Bri, who is currently pacing in front of the fireplace.

“No, Operation Christmas Couple continues.”

“You do know Christmas is over right?” Misha asks.

“The holiday spirit lives on,” Bri fires back.

“Are you sure this isn’t going to make things worse for Y/N, if we keep pushing on?”

Gen wants to know. “I mean, I would love to see the two of them together, but I don’t want either of them hurt.”

“I think we use this time to show Jensen what he could be missing,” the pacing blonde responds.

“What activity is next on the agenda?” Gen asks.

“Tonight’s is putting together gingerbread houses.”

They continue to discuss and plan out the next few days while you and Jensen get ready to leave the cafe and hit a few shops. You go through the first few together, before separating when you go into a women’s clothing boutique. When you walk out of the store Jensen is on the phone.”

“Yeah, I’ll let Y/N know. See you next week,” he finishes the conversion.

“What are you letting me know?”

“Oh, hey. That was Mindy, she’s going to come over on Tuesday. She wants to bring something over. I told her you would be around.”

“Oh goody.”

Jensen hears the sarcasm in your tone but ignores it.

Walking toward the next shop Jensen slows down a little and looks over at you before speaking, “Jared knows I’m seeing someone.”

“I know, I was coming up to the room when I heard you two talking.”

He’s quiet a minute, “is that what was on your mind last night?”

“Yeah.”

“Do you have a problem with him knowing?” He stops walking and looks at you.

“No, it was going to come out sooner or later. I might actually have a confession; I may have mentioned it to my parents before.”

“I told mine when I was down in Texas right before Christmas. My siblings don’t know yet.”

“You know Jared can’t keep a secret, right? The rest of the gang is going to know soon, if he isn’t telling them now.”

“I think it’s about time it came out, don’t you?”

“I don’t know, It’s your call I guess. You know what’s going to happen when it goes public.”

“I know what could, and I still say, it’s something we can handle.”

Taking a deep breath, “okay then, whenever you think you’re ready,” is all you have to say.

In one of the last shops you finally found some New Year’s party items. Most of the other stores are already sold out. The hats were gone, but you found some headband ones. Jensen tries telling you isn’t wearing one, but you pick up one for him anyway. He already brought up putting your Christmas glasses to good use, instead of finding others.

You continue on to the last shop finding a few knick knacks to take back with you. Jensen is occupied on his phone in the store, and then needs to make a run back to the general store. He tells you he’ll meet you at the car, before hurrying off. You are almost to the vehicle when he comes running up behind you, carrying a bag.

“What did you find?”

“Nothing,” he tells you.

You stare at the bag and just reply, “okay.”

The drive back to the house isn’t a long one. The items that are going back home, stay in the car. That leaves just a few things to go in, the New Year’s items, extra winter clothes and Jensen’s mystery bag.

Inside the house, your friends have dispersed to different places. A few are skiing, Ruth and Rob are in the hot tub. Some are in the basement. After putting your things away, you slowly make your way to the basement. All the walking you did in town has your leg a little sore. Jensen catches up with you in the kitchen.

“Hey, where are you going?”

“Downstairs, might work on the puzzle, rest my leg for a bit.”

“Do you want some company?”

“Sure.”

“Okay, I’ll be down in a minute.”

You’ve just gotten yourself situated when Jensen appears, once again with his hands full. He has a bag of ice for your leg, some snacks and drinks for the two of you.

You would think as you are getting closer to finishing the puzzle it would be getting easier to figure out where things go. That doesn’t seem to be the case. The two of you made a little more progress, some of the pieces, you couldn’t tell which direction the building on them was going. Rich had offered to help once, but Bri called him away quickly. When you stop for the day, and look back at it, you realize there really isn’t that much more to go before it’s done.

Later that afternoon Bri and Kim called everyone up to the kitchen. “Okay gang, today’s challenge is building a gingerbread house.”

“We thought about having everyone make their own gingerbread pieces, and decided that might be a little too much trouble. So Gen and Felicia went out and grabbed a kit for each group.”

“Question, if you break the house pieces and can’t put it together, are you disqualified and able to leave?” Rich asks, before Jaci swats his arm.

“We picked up a few extra in case anyone has any issues.”

“Dang it, I mean oh goody,” Rich says.

“Bri and I also picked out more candy and made more frosting if anyone needs it,” Kim tells everyone.

“Alrighty, so Felicia and Misha will be at the table in here, with Rob and Ruth. The Padalecki family at the island, with Jaci and Rich. The rest of us will be working at the table in the dining room,” Bri explains.

“Everyone grab a box, and let’s go!” Kim exclaims.

In the dining room with your kit, Jensen opens the box and starts taking out the pieces. Once the house pieces are out, and the frosting is ready the two of you have to decide how to decorate the sides. The decision made to stick with red and green colors for decorating. Jensen hands you the front, while he takes a side, saying you’re better at the decorating part.

When he finishes with the sides you suggest he puts a layer of white frosting on the roof, so it has a chance to dry. Shouting from the kitchen distracts everyone for a moment. Apparently, Tom was eating some of the Pads’ house, they ended up having to get into another kit for the missing pieces.

Kim and Bri keep bringing up various things they know both you and Jensen enjoy. Some of the same types of music, certain activities, movies and even foods.

“You guys have so much in common, it’s great,” Bri says at one point.

“You both get along so well, that’s something that’s hard to find,” Kim adds.

Oh, these two are about as subtle as a jack hammer, you think to yourself.

The doorbell rings, and Bri leaves to answer it, coming back with an arm full of pizzas. “We found a place that delivers here, and since the kitchen would be too full for anyone to cook tonight, we ordered out. When your houses are decorated and you are waiting for them to dry, come grab some food.”

When the house sides are all set, and the roof has its first layer of frosting on, Jensen goes to get plates for the both of you. You eat in the living room to avoid spilling anything on your house. Others have made their way back to their houses, and you go see if the one you two are working on is ready also.

Back at the table you start putting the base together. Jensen holds the pieces, while you carefully add the frosting. Once they seem sturdy enough, the roof is next. It takes a few tries to get it to stay in place. The house is placed on the cardboard base next, and the two of you work on decorating that before going back to finish the roof.

When it’s completed, you have to say you are pretty proud of the work you and Jensen did.

“I think it looks great,” he says, coming back from washing his hands.

“I think you're right. Good job partner.”

He snaps a picture of it before you two start cleaning up your area.

When all the houses are done, they are set on a counter that isn’t used to form a little gingerbread village. Everyone votes on their favorite house, and Bri counts them up. You and Jensen won, no one else thought about using colored frosting on their house, so it makes yours stand out a little more.

With everything cleaned up, you follow some of your friends to the theater room for tonight’s movie, Smokey and the Bandit, won the vote today. Even though you enjoy the movie, you still drift off to sleep before the end, tucked into Jensen’s side.

The sound of everyone leaving the room, wakes you up and you slowly make your way upstairs, Jensen following close behind. Ready for bed you're out again when your head it’s the pillow, you don’t even wake when Jensen pulls you close to him.

Thank you for reading!!

Part 9

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50-percent-winchester-sister · 3 years

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Just Get Out

Prompt: After John dies, Dean and Sam take it upon themselves to look after you, but...

Dean: 18

Sam: 14

Y/N: 7

Word Count: 2,030

It's just been a month since your dad, John Winchester died, and all you have left family wise are your older brothers Sam and Dean. You didn't know what death really meant since you are so young, but your brothers knew, and they knew too well. Since you were seven your dad didn't really let you in on what he and your brothers did, all you know is that you and sometimes Sam get left at a motel for a while and they come back bloody and bruised. So when John died, Sam and Dean don't really talk as much as they used to, but for you, they really do try.

What you did know is how to practically annoy the hell out of them...well...sometimes. You are mostly a good kid according to Sam, who decided to take on the 'motherly' role, and Dean the 'fatherly' role. When Dean turned 18, he decided on his own to drop out of high school, but you and Sam are still in school, and Sam plans to keep it that way.

Okay now onto the story

Its 7:36pm, Sam went to the library for homework, so tonight is just you and Dean. You and Dean are in the kitchen and hes making dinner while you sit on the kitchen table. "Alright Y/N, we don't got much tonight, so I'm making mac and cheese...the good kind, not the kind Sam makes," Dean says with a tiny smirk.

"But De, I don't want macky cheese, I want chicken!" You say with a small but excited voice. Dean turns back to you, frowns and says "Y/N, we dont have chicken, this is all we got until Sam goes to the store."

"Wait what!?!?! But De I want chicken now!!" you say filled with whine and a little bit of sass. 'geez I really don't want to deal with this right now,' Dean thinks to himself "Y/N please, just reason with me tonight, I'll make Sam go to the store tomorrow," He says sounding defeated. Oh but hell no, in your tiny seven year old brain, you knew what you had to do

Step 1: Be quiet and wait like a good sister

Step 2: Once De is done and sets food in front of you

Step 3: PUSH IT OFF ON THE FLOOR

Step 4: Wait hold on-

Step 5: Why does De look like hes about to ye-

"Fucking hell, really Y/N!? You cant be fucking serious, what the hell was that for?" Dean yells at you. "De I said I wanted-" But he cut you off and said "I JUST TOLD YOU THIS IS ALL WE GOT" He says louder than his first statement. Now your'e shaken, but you know it takes more to make you cry.

"I don't care! I don't want macky cheese De!"

"Y/N, just get out"

...This is the calmest hes been all week

"Wha-"

"JUST GET THE HELL OUT" Dean practically screams.

Okay now that there is starting to make you cry

You quickly get off of the kitchen chair and you bolt to the stairs where all the bedrooms are. But of course you have to turn around and yell

"I WISH DAD WAS HERE, HE WOULD GET REAL MAD IF YOU YELLED AT ME!" and then you run up the stairs and slam your door shut, locking it in the process. _______________________________________

'Great that's just fuckin' perfect,' Dean thinks to himself. 'What the hell am I supposed to tell Sammy? Oh yeah, I screamed at Y/N because she wouldn't comply, and now foods all over the floor and I think I'm having a meltdown!'

'Sometimes I wish I never came here!' you think to yourself, pretty much sobbing while laying down on your bed. 'wouldn't be surprised if he didn't want me here too-."

You fall asleep shortly after the thought and Dean couldn't be any more relieved when he hears the door open and to see Sam with his backpack in one arm and a couple books in the other hand.

"Hey whats-...what happened?" Sam says slowly putting his backpack on the floor. Sam staring at Dean and all the food that's on the floor around him "oh, haha, this? oh, its nothing Sam, just a minor fuckin' mishap!" Dean says laughing through each word with eyes that look like hes about to sob any minute.

"....Dean?" Sam asks. Its been a while since there was major conflict... well since the whole situation with Dad anyways. "Was it Y/N?"

"What? No of course not, this is just a normal Friday fuckin night....yeah just, don't worry 'bout it" Dean says with his voice dying down a little bit.

"Should I go talk to her?" Sam asks. such a small voice but its filled with a lot of concern.

"No, she's asleep...maybe later?" Dean says back to him. 'He seems tired' Sam thinks to himself. 'Well I did leave her here with him...' _______________________________________

You wake up pretty early... well early for you anyways, its 9:30am and you got woken up to puffy red eyes and really messed up hair. You go ahead and leave your bedroom and when you enter the kitchen you get greeted by Sam, who is making breakfast.

"Morning sunshine," Sam says with a slight happy tone, but still pretty monotone. 'he's trying, that's a good thing' you think to yourself.

"Morning..." you say back, rubbing your eyes and climbing up onto the chair near the kitchen table. "So...wheres De?" you ask in a sleepy tone. "He's more or less still asleep" Sam replies. Sure enough right when Sam says that, Dean walks in all sleepy-like too. 'so similar' Sam thinks. "Morning to you too sunshine" Sam says with a pretty wide grin afterwards. "Bite me, princess" Dean shoots back, also with a small smirk.

You look at Dean, Dean looks at you, and a couple seconds later you two look away, but the stare you two gave felt like it was forever.

"Hi" you managed to squeak out. Without meaning to, you were quiet and a little bit nervous.

"Hey" Dean replies, but not looking at you, instead looking at the table, then to his hands, and then to Sam.

"Hey Sammy, do you think dad had any hunts that he wrote down in his journal for us to do?" Dean asks. Looking around Dean finds your dads journal on the couch in the living room. He picks it up and skims through the pages.

"I...don't know? Dad never talked to me personally about hunts, just you" Sam says as a matter-of-factly. Sam sets your breakfast down in front of you, and a plate for Dean on the other side of the table. "Why?" Sam asks.

"Because I want to hunt? We haven't in a while and you know dad will tear us a new one if he sees us on our asses doing nothing," Dean proclaims, in a slight aggressive manner, though it was almost accidental.

"But he's...not here," you say out loud without meaning to. You look up to see Sam and Dean both looking at you, and right then you look back down. While looking down you hear footsteps, and right when you look back up, you see Dean staring right at you. 'The eye contact is unbearable' you think to yourself

"Just because hes dead, doesn't mean we can just fuck around and do nothing," Dean says with so much venom you begin to shake a little.

"Dean. Back. Up." Sam says, looking at Dean with an angry look and his teeth practically glued together. Sam takes Deans shoulder and yanks him back, and he makes Dean bend down so he can whisper something into his ear.

"I know you and Y/N have this personal issue going on right now, but I'll be damned if I ever hear you talk to her like that again, hear me?" Sam whispers, he lets go of Dean shoulder and looks at Dean. Dean looks back at him, looks at you, looks at Sam again, and nods, running his hand through his hair.

"Good," Sam says quietly. Sam walks towards you and bends down, "When you're finished with your breakfast, head on up to your room, you're not in trouble, but I'll talk with you later, okay?" Sam tells you,

"Okay" You say, looking at Sam. You finished your breakfast rather quickly. During that time, Dean went into his own room, and Sam went out into the backyard to do whatever he does, you're not really sure. You put your dirty plates into the sink and you fast walk to your room, and you quietly shut your door. _______________________________________

Waiting.....sucks. You have no clue how long you waited for Sam but it felt like forever. In reality it was probably like thirty minutes, but thirty minutes to a seven year old is all day.

You begin to space out when you hear a small knock on your door. You jump a bit because you didn't really expect it since you didn't know when Sam would come by.

You get up off your bed and you begin to walk to your door when the door was already opening. you stop and look up

"...Dean?" You ask. 'uh-oh' you think to yourself. You walk back a little bit and he sits down on your bedroom floor and holds his arms out for you to come sit in his lap. He hasn't said a word yet you heard exactly what he is wanting to ask.

You look at him. He looks at you. Both have no clue what to say to each other.

You slowly walk towards him, and you climb into his lap, both getting comfortable in the process

It had to have been like five minutes before Dean starts talking. "I'm sorry" he says to you. Smiling, you start talking too. "Me too" you say and you look up to see Dean beginning to tear up.

Okay now its time to panic

Dean crying is something that you never see so...you begin to tear up too.

"De? Are you okay?"

"I wish Dad was here, He would get real mad at me if he saw the way I was acting" Dean says. "Wouldn't be surprised if he beat my ass, just because I'm eighteen, doesn't mean shit to him" he says with a small laugh after the comment.

"Well I think you're doing a good job" You say to him quietly, but loud enough for him to hear. "Just because you're eighteen, doesn't mean you aren't bad at being a brother, neither is Sam" You add.

Dean, trying not to just sob in front of you, breaths in and breaths out a couple of times.

"You're seven, when did you become so smart?" Dean asks hugging you rather tightly

You giggle at his comment and say, "I'm your sister, I had to have learned something from you."

"Good answer" Dean says.

Without knowing, Sam is leaning on the door frame, with his arms crossed looking at you and Dean with the biggest smile ever. "Hey," Sam says and makes both you and Dean jump slightly, Sam giggles and that and continues,

"The garage called, they want you to come in and help fix a 67' Mustang," Sam says.

"Oh whaaat," you whine. you begin to get off of Dean so he can go to his job when he quickly snatches you back up, gets up off of the ground and throws you over his shoulders.

"How do you feel about coming with me? Who knows maybe-"

"Will Seth be there?" You ask excitedly. (For some backstory, John's long time friend Seth works where Dean works, and ever since you met Seth, you've practically 'fallen in love' with him)

"More than likely, he likes old cars like we do," Dean replies. "Yes! okay come on, lets go, come on, come on, come on" You say, trying to hurry up Dean,

"Okay, okay, lets go" Dean laughs while replying. You two leave the room, and Sam closes your door. Again, with a big smile on his face, Sam starts thinking to himself, 'Yeah, everything will be okay'

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Lucifer, Leviathan, and Satan with a Plant-Loving S/O (SFW)

I accidentally deleted the ask, but here’s what was requested: @hey-its-spades : Hello! For Levi, Lucifer, and Satan if you dont mind uwu . Mc has a knack for plants and has taken it upon themselves to put plants everywhere. ( hanging from ceilings,crawling ivy on outside walls,in the kitchen, library, even luci's study.) All the rooms look a liytle greener and None of them say anything but the student body is saying that it makes the old place look alive and home-y. It makes mc really happy.

Oh I adore this ask! SFW, with a GN! reader. I’m assuming by student body you mean the HoL residents? Since almost nobody outside the household residents visit there. I got really carried away with Levi and the Lucifer angst as well-

My vampire poll for the OM characters

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Lucifer, Leviathan, and Satan with a Plant-Loving Reader (SFW)

Prologue/basics for all of them:

Ever since you came to the HoL, you decided that it was too....lifeless.

Sure, there were bright candles lighting the halls, but the house was devoid of any life, besides the brothers and Henry.

So you took it upon yourself to decorate, of course!

While many human world plants didn’t fare well in the Devildom due to the poor soil quality, Lord Diavolo had agreed to bring you enchanted soil, guaranteed to grow any plant.

Regardless of temperature or sunlight needs, whatever plant grew in that soil would flourish to its upmost potential.

Asmo had a great deal of amusement with you decorating, advising you on what colors would fit specific areas of the household, and what species of flowers would bring beautiful symbolism as well.

In the house’s entryway, you left a pair of Strelitzia nicolai (giant bird of paradise) plants, as they added a subtle flair.

With long, stemmed leaves, it contributed a touch of elegance and flair.

On the a few windowsills, you had placed Begonia rex-coltorum (Rex begonias), their dark, vivid, colors standing out.

You had planted crawling ivy on the outside walls, making the house seem more inviting.

Lucifer:

Lucifer hadn’t minded your redecoration, as it had matched well with the house’s aesthetic, adding to the beauty.

In fact, he had quite enjoyed seeing you pore over catalogues and books, deciding which one would fit the space best.

Over the next few weeks, he watched as the House of Lamentation became brighter, more colorful.

It was a nice change, he thought.

However, he was surprised when he had woken up in his study, rose bushes in the corners of his study.

Deep, red roses greeted him as he surveyed his study with a pleased smile.

It was no secret Lucifer adored roses, and he was appalled when he had first arrived in the Devildom, as the soil quality was so poor, it could hardly grow anything.

Which meant he couldn’t grow roses, one of his favorite flowers.

The fact that you had thought about him, and wanted to gift him such a beautiful display, greatly moved the stoic demon.

Making his way to one of the bushes, he took off his gloves and knelt down on one knee.

The soft, sweet fragrance immersed his senses, filling him with memories of laughter, smiles, serenity, and Lilith.

Roses were her favorite flower.

As the memories flooded his mind, Lucifer suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of longing, and his vision became blurred.

He remembered the way Lilith used to brighten up when helping him with his garden, an eager grin ever-present on her face.

The way she would make him a colorful bouquet of roses whenever Michael had given him more stressful tasks than usual.

He quickly wiped a stray tear that had fallen from one of his eyes, and calmed himself.

Taking one of the velvety flowers in his hand, Lucifer gently brought his lips to the flower head, leaving a soft kiss, almost as if it was Lilith’s forehead.

The next time you went over to his study for some tea, he brought you into his arms, bringing you close to him.

Kissing your cheek, he lets a small smile break through his usually-serious facade.

“Thank you for the roses, my love. They compliment my study’s aesthetic nicely.”

Placing a small kiss on your neck, he smirked.

“Perhaps I can thank you with a date tonight?”

Leviathan:

Levi actively enjoyed watching you redecorate the HoL.

It was like one of his favorite games, The Grims! (Yes that was a terrible pun for The Sims.)

He had listened with interest as you went off on the best plants that would fit his aesthetic, and would match well with water.

What caught his attention, was when you brought up the topic of bio luminescent plants.

Of course, they weren’t naturally grown in the human world, but scientists had recently found a way to genetically modify tobacco plants.

In doing so, they had spliced the genes with four fungus genes related to bio luminescence, then carefully cultivated them.

From a seedling to maturity, the plants presented a small glow, visible to the naked eye.

The gene modification had no harmful effects on the plants, and the only difference between the lab-modified plants and wild plants, were height.

The entire time you had explained the plant’s origins passionately, Levi sat in awe, watching as you had gestured your hands in an excited fashion.

So this is what you meant when you had said you enjoyed him being so passionate about an anime or game.

At first, Levi had thought you were merely exaggerating to cheer him up, but as he looks at you now, eyes shining with delight, he understood.

You decided that since you were decorating the HoL, you would decorate Levi’s room as well.

You didn’t have access to the bio-luminescent plants, but you decorated his rooms to the nines nonetheless.

So, you had pooled together your money and resources, to create a mini lily pond for him!

You had miraculously gotten him out of the house, for a cosplay con, in which you had ‘accidentally’ forgotten to buy yourself a ticket.

Which we all know is a lie, you had just not bought one for yourself in order to stay at home, assembling the pond with Solomon’s help.

It was small, enough to fit around 6-7 lily pads/lotuses.

You had carefully grown the lily pads in your room, watching as they eventually bloomed into light, almost ethereal flowers.

By the time Levi came home, you had just finished cleaning up, getting the mud washed from your hands and arms.

Upon seeing the lily pond, Levi’s eyes were wide with amazement and shock.

You created and did this, for him?

Absolutely sets down his handfuls of merch, (gently, mind you) and silently steps over to you.

He does his best to hug you like in anime, wanting you to know how much he appreciates this.

Yes, it may be awkward, but it warms your heart knowing that he stepped out of his comfort zone, just to thank you.

He’s too embarrassed to say it while looking at you, but you can hear his voice as he rests his head against yours.

As he pulls away, a blush is evident on his face, his head turned to the side as he awkwardly places his hand against the back of his neck.

“T-thank you, Y/n. It’s a b-beautiful lily pond.”

Satan:

He fully supported your botanical excursion

After all, he’s always had an affinity for plants.

Whether it be for potions, poisons, or mere decor, Satan had a green thumb, through and through.

If his room weren’t full of books, scriptures, and all sorts of literature, he’d fill it with various plants.

So when you had announced that you were going to re-decorate the HoL with various flora, he was buzzing with excitement.

He gathered every human botanical book he knew of, and started leaving them for you on your desk.

Within a week, you had stacks upon stacks of books, knowledge ready at your disposal.

And so you began to research.

Satan was considerate to leave footnotes in a few of them, like what type would pair well with what color schemes, etc.

You smiled while reading through them, seeing Satan’s elegant handwritten flow across the pages.

Within a few weeks, you had skimmed through the books, thoroughly reading a handful of them.

After ordering the plants you wanted on Azukon, (courtesy of Lord Diavolo’s credit card-) you were eagerly anticipating their arrival.

Especially because a few ‘special items’ were in the package.

After all, you wanted to thank Satan properly for his help.

When the various flora arrived, you had carefully cultivated each of them, encouraging their growth.

Satan had assisted you, monitoring their progress, and making sure none of his brothers ruined them.

The following weekend, Satan had a student council meeting planned, as did the rest of the brothers.

Which left you with the perfect opportunity to set up Satan’s gifts.

In his room, you had placed Senecio rowleyanus (string of pearls) plants, their bright green globes spilling over the bookshelves.

Along with that, were lavender candles, with dried lavender crushed inside.

After all, Satan had always (usually) been the most level-headed out of his brothers, despite his title.

He’s much more than the avatar of wrath, and has gone through painstaking time and trials to overcome that.

That’s why you had picked lavender, which without a doubt, would be noticed by Satan.

When he had come back from the meeting, he was already in a pissy mood, as things didn’t go as planned, ending in an argument between the brothers.

However, when he stepped into his room, seeing lavender candles lit, and garlands of plants over the bookshelves, he immediately broke out in a smile.

A real, genuine smile.

Seeing you sitting on his bed, lavender candles lit, plant garlands stringing down from the bookshelves, it was almost like one of the romance novels he had read...

Quickly, he scooped you up in his arms, spinning you until you were laughing for him to stop.

Finally setting you down to gently kabeddon you, he playfully kisses the corner of your lips.

“Thank you my love, these are absolutely beautiful. I shall preserve these for all eternity.”

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