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milkiane · 3 years

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lost time

pairings: colin zabel x reader

warnings: mentions of food, awkward mare lol

word count: 1834

note: because colin is alive and well, watching marvel movies with you and reggie <3

a soft graze upon your forehead caused you to stir a bit from the slumber you were in. eyes blurred and mind still disoriented, you let out a puzzled hum.

colin sighed, his hopes of not waking you up went down low as you rubbed the somnolence away with your hand.

“go back to sleep, sweetheart,” he whispered, caressing your hair.

“work?” you mumbled, forcing back a yawn.

colin hummed, making you frown. as much as you loved seeing your husband at the peak of his career, all of his hard work finally paying off- making him one of the infamous detectives in pennsylvania, it didn’t mean you never longed to have his presence around more.

“can’t you have a day off? just f’today?” you asked, words slurring with sleep, “reggie and i missed you, colin.”

colin’s heart sank. he knew he was spending too much time at work again, only seeing you and his son whenever he comes home late from work, reggie asleep in his bed and you passed out on the living room from waiting up for him, or in the early morning before he goes to work.

“i’ll see what i can do, alright? mare and i have had plenty of information now and we’re so close to solving this case,” colin said, he paused for a bit to think, “but hey, i promise i’ll be home early today for some dinner date with you and reggie, maybe watch some movies if we have some time, is that fine?”

you mustered up a small smile, “sounds perfect, detective,” you leaned up to kiss him on the lips, “now go to work, we’ll see you later.”

with one last kiss on the forehead, colin brought the blankets up to your shoulders and left the room, going into the next one to take a peek at his son.

“mumma, where’s dad?” reggie, your three-year-old son, asked for the umpteenth time. dinner was ready; table mats and plates arranged, the cooked food you spent hours upon making served in your delicate chinawares, and chosen movies fiddled in the hands of your son.

before you could even answer him, the front door jingled, alongside the voice of your husband. you grinned at reggie and exclaimed, “oh- hey, see, daddy’s home!”

you turned back around to make sure everything was in order as your son waddled across the room and into the arms of his father, “hi there, li’l buddy!”

although when you pivoted around, the sudden arrival of another guest surprised you to the limit. mare sheehan, colin’s partner, was standing beside him, taking in the sight of your humble abode.

“oh,”

colin turned his gaze away from his son and to you. usually, the sight of you in his clothes, dinner ready, and soft music playing would have made him more laid back than he was at work, but seeing your hurt expression, dinner ready, and his son still awake, he knew he messed up.

he carefully placed his son back down, letting him shuffle back towards you, “y/n, i- work just caught up, and chief- chief said we have to- and we needed to talk- talk about the case, and i forg-”

pushing aside his stuttering excuse, you forced out a smile and looked at mare, who was just standing there awkwardly, “mare, hey,”

“hey, y/n,” she sent you a tight-lipped smile.

you grabbed reggie and placed him up in his high chair, “c’mon, dinner.”

colin stepped forward and tried to make you look at him, “y/n, i-”

you looked at him with a blank face and replied sternly, “sit down and eat, zabel,”

dinner was awkward and tense, to say the least. colin and mare were exchanging information and questions about the case whilst you were glaring at your husband every once in a while, feeding your son amidst the clattering of utensils and chatter.

there was a moment where silence filled up the room, the discussion of the case long over.

“delicious dinner you made, y/n,” mare cleared her throat, trying to diminish the awkward silence.

“yeah, dinner’s amazing, sweetheart.” colin agreed, trying to get to your best side by complimenting your cooking skills. he wasn’t lying though, it did taste immaculate.

“thanks, mare,” you replied, looking up for a second to acknowledge her, and only giving colin a side-eye.

you were still upset.

“auntie mare, you have cool nerf guns at work?” reggie asked, shaping his mashed potato into a small mountain.

mare blinked, looking between your son and you, “uh, yeah.”

“that’s cool!” reggie’s eyes widened in stupefaction, “you catch bad people like dad, too, auntie?”

mare hummed, sipping on the half-empty beer in her hand.

he whispered a small wow, before talking once more, doing an excellent job of clearing the aura of the room, “like spiderman? spiderman catch bad people, too, auntie! like a superhero,”

“mommy doesn’t catch bad people but she’s my fav’rite superhero.” reggie bragged, beaming at you as you wiped the potato off the corner of his mouth.

as your look softened, you kissed the nose of your son, “thanks, baby. that’s very sweet of you,”

colin smiled, slightly feeling bad for spending less time with his family. he knew that the case they’re working on is important, but he vowed that family always goes first and disregarded that- resulting in you and reggie missing him and colin forgetting that he has a family that he goes back home to.

smiling once more, you stood up, “c’mon, now, say goodnight to auntie mare, alright? we’ll get ready for bed and i’ll read you your favorite bedtime story, ‘kay?”

“but you said we’ll watch spiderman with daddy tonight,” he pouted, arms crossing as he slouched back on his chair.

you sighed, “i know i did, reggie, but daddy has some work to do. he needs to talk about catching the bad guys with auntie mare.”

“okay…” he frowned, raising his arms so that you could get him out of his chair, “good night, auntie mare and daddy.” you nodded politely to mare as you prepared your son for bed.

once he and mare finished off their deliberation on the case, colin got ready for bed and walked into your shared bedroom. seeing you curled up on your side, and asleep, colin sighed.

he never liked sleeping when he knows that you’re both going to bed with a heavy heart. the both of you always fixed things through before heading to bed. ending the night with soft kisses and cuddles.

but that wasn’t the case this time, so he got in under the comforters and turned off the lamp, debating whether or not he should wrap his arm around you.

deciding against it, he kissed your forehead instead and turned to face the other side.

reggie’s eyes slowly fluttered open, it was still dark outside. you promised that the three of you will be spending time together to watch spiderman once his dad got home, but reggie was too avid.

rubbing his eyes, he grabbed his plushie and opened the door of his bedroom, slowly waddling his way to your bedroom, whispering to himself to be careful not to hit anything.

a careful shake on colin’s arm woke him up, he let out a confused groan before begrudgingly opening his eyes.

“reggie? what’cha doin’ up, buddy?” he croaked out, rubbing his face in disarray. his gaze fell onto the clock, 02:34 am.

reggie slowly climbed onto the bed and colin opened his arms to bring him in, “just missed you so much, dad,”

colin’s heart ached. he carefully brought his son in the middle of the bed and let him cuddle further into his hug.

“mommy and i watch superhero movies, but i miss when you copy them in silly voices,” reggie mumbled, slowly feeling the sleepiness take over once more.

“‘m sorry, reggie, i’ll make it up to you and mommy tomorrow, okay?” said colin, he kissed his forehead and rubbed soothing caresses on his head to lull him back to sleep.

the chirping of the birds and the blinding light of the sun seeping through the window served as your wake-up call.

slightly turning around in bed, you sighed as you didn’t see colin in bed anymore. you didn’t know what to expect, of course he’d go back to work.

when you fully turned, you were confused to see reggie sleeping peacefully beside you, arms securely wrapped around his spiderman plushie.

you were about to stand up and make some breakfast when the door suddenly opened. the sight you’re suddenly seeing made you double-take, making sure that you weren’t dreaming.

colin carefully kicked the door a little wider, trying to balance the tray in his hands. when he looked up, he saw that you’ve already woken up, a dazed look on your face.

he smiled, “hey, you’re up. just in time for some breakfast in bed,”

“i thought you were at work,” you sat up, leaning against the headboard.

“made some calls with the chief a while ago, gave me the rest of the week off,” he said, he lowered the food tray on the bedside table and made his way towards reggie.

“reggie?” colin whispered, shaking the little boy a bit to wake him up, “reggie, wake up, buddy,”

he stirred a bit, whining at the sudden disturbance of his sleep.

“reggie, wakey-wakey,” he cooed, running a hand through his son’s hair, “hey, look. i made breakfast, we can watch a movie while eating like i promised, remember?”

“daddy?” he whispered, rubbing his eyes in an attempt to wake up.

“yeah, c’mon, sit up,” colin raised him slowly, resting him beside your arms, “there we go, now…”

“for breakfast,” he grinned, grabbing the tray and placing it on your lap. he grabbed reggie’s sippy cup, containing his favorite hot chocolate.

“choc’late?” reggie beamed, placing a hold on the bottle to warm his hands up.

“yeah! now, scootch over, we’ll eat together.”

glancing over your husband, a ghost of a smile appeared on your lips. you watched as your two favorite boys interacted, making up for lost time.

as reggie munched on his pancakes, a marvel movie playing on the television, colin sipped on his coffee and turned to look at you.

feeling the weight of his stare, you shifted your gaze away from the movie and stared right back, “what is it?”

he sighed, running a hand through his messy hair, “it’s just- i’m sorry, y/n. i know i haven’t been around much, spending too much time at work and little time with you guys. i just wanted to make it up to both of you.”

you smiled softly, placing your cup down, and leaned a bit to kiss his cheek, “s’alright, colin. you’re here now, and that’s what matters.”

grinning widely, the both of you turned your attention back to your son who’s babbling about how pepper potts and tony stark are like his parents.

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autumnleaves1991-blog · 3 years

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13 for Poe? Something smut or fluff... need this guy so much!

I am finally catching up on requests! Sorry this took so long, I hope you enjoy!

#13 “You can’t keep pretending it didn’t happen, cause guess what? It did....”

Pairing: Poe Dameron x F! Reader

Warning: 18 + for language

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“Tomorrow’s mission to Besek Prime is going to be important for us to get the supplies we need. Red leader and red twelve will man a small cargo vessel down to the planet to get the necessary items we need and then Black Squadron will escort them back once they get back into open space.”

“General I do not think that is necessary, the red squadron is perfectly capable of escorting their people from a simple supply run,” Poe crosses his arms and avoids your eyes.

Two weeks. Two weeks since the mission to Nevarro. The mission that changed everything between you and the cocky commander of Black squadron. You can still feel his hands digging into the flesh of your hips, his breath hot against your ear as he commanded you to cum. Your bodies writhing together in the cramped space of the x-wing.

“Red leader?” General Organa snaps you from your thoughts and your head shoots up and makes eye contact with her.

“Yes, General?” you hear the slight chuckle from your second and you elbow him in the side.

“I was asking for your opinion on what Commander Dameron said. Do you think your squadron could handle the protection detail?” She grins at you, catching you in your daydreams. You look up at the Commander and he still refuses to meet your eyes, “I don’t think so General. From what you have said this supply is extremely important for the resistance. Red Squadron is down several members since that excursion a few months ago resulted in heavy casualties. I don’t think we have the manpower to handle an attack if it comes.”

She nods and looks over at Poe who scoffs and finally meets your eyes, “I think Red Squadron can handle it just fine.”

That fucking does it.

You slam your hands on the control panel and point at him. “What the kriffing hell is your problem?!” he looks taken aback but you're too riled up to care, “Oh wait I know! You know you can’t keep pretending it didn’t happen, cause guess what? It did!”

He’s silent and you stare him down across the panel, chest heaving. “Everyone out,” The General orders, some groan about missing the action while others all but run from the room. When the last person leaves the General turns to you both.

“I don’t know what Red Leader is referring too and I frankly don’t want to know but you two need to fix this. You have been ignoring each other for two weeks.” Poe goes to argue and she puts a boney finger in his face and shushes him, “No, fix this Dameron.” He closes his mouth and watches her leave the two of you alone.

The hum of the computers, and footsteps passing the door the only sounds filling the space. “Are you going to talk to me?” you huff, walking around the panel to stand before him.

He watches you with hesitation before sighing, “What do you want me to say?”

“How about you start with why you have been ignoring me since Nevarro?”

He scoffs, “Do you really think I want to put myself through any more heartache?”

“What are you talking about?!”

“I finally make love to the woman I have been dreaming about for months and then when we get back...I have to hear kriffing Anderson ask if you’re still on for the next night. You slept with me and are seeing another guy!” Poe throws his hands in the air, eyes wide.

You step forward and slap him across the face, snapping his face to the side with the force. “You are a nerf-herder Poe Dameron! If you would have just talked to me you would have known he wasn’t talking about going on a date with me but patrols!”

“Anderson and you...have patrols together?” You nod and cross your arms watching his brain catch up with your words, eyes widening. “You’re not seeing anyone else?”

“Dank Farrick! You really know nothing do you? Why would I want to be with anyone else when I’ve been in love with you for months?” His lips turn up and he steps closer to you, but you retreat.

He raises his hands in a surrender, “I’m sorry alright? I...I should have talked to you. But I have to know, did you mean it?”

“What?”

“Do you love me?” His voice is quiet and vulnerable, wringing his hands nervously.

“Yes, yes I do,” you whisper and he crashes his lips onto yours. Running his hands over your back, your own digging through the black curls. Inhaling the familiar scent of leather and engine grease, his lips warm and soft against your own. He runs his tongue over your bottom lip and you moan opening to him. He pulls away and places his forehead against your own both of you breathing deeply. “I love you too,” he peppers your face in kisses and you giggle as the scruff from the last few days tickles your cheeks. “Let’s start over shall we? Are you free for dinner tomorrow night?”

You put a finger to your lip and tap gently. “I think I might be able to pencil you in after this mission I have to go on. Some guy and his team are escorting me on a supply run,” you tease.

He lets out a deep belly laugh and kisses you again, carding his fingers through your hair. “I think my plans are similar to that, and if you can pencil me in I would love to take you out.”

You look at the clock on the wall and grab him by the lapels of his jacket, “I have a few hours now. Dinner sounds amazing but there is something I can think of that sounds much more fun, are you interested?” He matches your grin and let’s you lead him from the room and to your quarters.

He spins you in his arms and slams your back against the door. Devouring the delicate skin of your neck, nipping and sucking. He grunts when you say his name, as you work out the code to your room. The door slides open with a hiss and you pull him inside the door closing behind him. Both of you making up for all the lost time, with the one you love.

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innuendostudios · 4 years

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Thoughts on Even More Games

[vague, unspecific spoilers for Heaven’s Vault, Later Alligator, and Life is Strange 2]

Thoughts on Heaven’s Vault

Heaven’s Vault is a game about archeology, which means it’s also a game about incompleteness. This is very clever. Inkle - also the developers of 80 Days, which I will play someday! - specialize in deep narratives that can be explored many, many ways, allowing for a lot of player choice. You make a lot of small decisions - do you share a discovery with the trader in exchange for a valuable item, or hide it so he doesn’t plunder it? do you go looking for your missing friend, or let her stay missing in case there are people trying to follow you to her? These all have their own little arcs and resolutions, and there are so many of them, and so many ways they can play out, that the game can never be played the same way twice. The overall story begins and ends in the same place and theoretically hits the same major beats, but the journey is tailored broadly and finely to each player; it’s a style of design Aaron A. Reed refers to as “not... a branching tree but a braided rope.”

Making a narrative about archeology is how you dodge the exponentially complicated nature of that design: if there are dozens of locations, characters, plot threads, bits of color, which can be engaged with at many points in time, or ignored, or dropped by the player halfway through, how do you avoid telling a story full of gaps and dead ends? Well... you don’t. Having only partial information and having to infer the rest is what archeology is.

The protagonist of Heaven’s Vault, Aliya, is digging up the secrets of an ancient civilization, having been sent by her academy to find a researcher who’s gone missing, and stumbling into his incredible discovery. Everywhere she goes, there are holes: she has partial understanding of the researcher’s journey and motives; he, in turn, had partial understanding of the mystery he was uncovering, and Aliya has only fragments of his knowledge; the ancient texts she translates are usually fragments of larger works, and she is guessing at the meanings of many of the words; the game’s constantly updating historical timeline has entire centuries with nothing but question marks. Aliya arrives in a new location and wonders aloud to her robot companion about what this place was, when it was founded, when it was abandoned, how her predecessor found his way her and where he went next and what he took with him.

The constant feeling of discovery - of unearthing - is magnificent. Site after site, I asked, “What is this place?” Always thinking, if the eventual answer is any good, this is going to be one of the best games I’ve ever played. And, in the end, it doesn’t give you an answer, it just give you enough to make the story feel complete. It answers by not answering.

Also, translating alien texts is just extremely my jam. I’m the weirdo who enjoyed the ending of Arrival but secretly wished the whole movie had been about xenolinguistics like the first half. I guess Inkle felt similar.

The game’s by no means perfect. I think I enjoyed the sailing between worlds more than most - it’s slow, but very pretty - but it’s going to discourage a replay. I don’t think the relationship between Aliya and her robot, Six, ever gets terribly interesting. Some of the archeology is a little too obviously game-y - sail around, wait to find a random ruin, beam Six down to grab an ancient doodad, translate a bit of text, lo and behold it’s from one of the sites you’re looking for and it’s narrowed your search radius somehow. (It gives Star Trek explanations the first few times - e.g. “it has radiation that only exists in one part of the nebula” - and then stops bothering.) And the game sags a little in the middle; it could’ve hacked out 3 or 4 dig sites and still given me the same experience.

But, all told, there’s magic in it, and it just feels good to be there. Do not sleep on this one.

Thoughts on Later Alligator

There’s not a ton to say about this game except that is charming as hell. Lindsay and Alex Small-Butera have build a beautifully animated world of cute alligators, one of whom is having a birthday party where he’s convinced he’s going to be murdered. He wants you to run around getting information out of everyone who’s going to be there, which you get by completing minigames. It’s a cast of weird and funny characters with weird and funny dialogue and there’s not much more to it than that.

The design can be a little frustrating. Some minigames, if you lose, you don’t get to try again. Some are annoyingly finicky. You need to complete them all to get the true ending, which means, in my case, playing the game three times to complete all the bits you missed or got locked out of. The ending was a little different each time, so it wasn’t a total wash, but the game’s on a timer that only advances when you play a game or take the bus, and once you’ve completed most of the games there’s a lot of traveling back and forth from one nowhere to another just to advance time to the next unskippable plot beat.

(It’s also a little unclear what you’re missing as you try to get the final ending, as some of the ongoing puzzle are optional.)

But I can’t get mad. The game is too damn cute! Each character is lively and unique, with tons of personality, and the dialogue is just clever enough not to fall into empty adorkability.

It good.

Thoughts on Life is Strange 2

Somewhere, early in the development of Life is Strange 2, some Dontnod employee wrote in a design document “Episode 4 - cult?” (but in French) and nobody told them “no.”

I will not forgive them for this,

After twenty minutes of LiS2, I was ready to yell at everyone who had reported it was boring. It has one of the most powerful, gut-punching openings of any game I’ve played in recent memory. And all through the first, second, and third episodes, I was in love. Unlike Before the Storm, this was its own creature, willing to make dramatic departures from the original game’s template. Instead of controlling a character with supernatural powers, you play as the superpowered character’s older brother. The one with the magic is a 9-year-old, unable to fully understand or control his abilities, suffering a recent trauma, and needing to be guided through a dangerous and racist world. All the ambition missing from Before the Storm is back, and this time the animation isn’t creepy and the writing is wildly improved (thanks to some journeyman script work from Fullbright’s Steve Gaynor) and I even have a computer able to play it on higher graphical settings.

But nothing good lasts.

Everything good about the series screeches to a halt in Episode 4, the one where some asshole said “cult?” and didn’t get a Nerf football thrown at their head. And it’s not just that it’s a terrible idea; it’s actually sort of amazing how much the game relies on an alchemy of plot, tone, theme, and writing, and how a slight imbalance can throw the whole thing off. Episode 4 has scene after scene that are powerful in their conception - brothers reunited after a violent rift; a boy having his first conversation with his estranged mother in nearly a decade; getting interrogated by the feds for a crime that can’t even be explained by physics - fall flat because the writers can’t think of anything interesting for the characters to say. (Steve Gaynor’s name stops appearing in the credits as of this episode.)

And here the game’s rickety bits, kept delicately together for three episodes, start to shake apart. Dontnod’s overly-earnest voice direction, which I didn’t notice in the early episodes, started to wear me down. (”Could you sigh mid-syllable, like you’re slightly overwhelmed with emotion?” “Sure, on which line?” “All of them.”) The thinness of the secondary characters, most of whom pop up for one episode and disappear, became more noticeable. The lack of a mechanical hook like the time rewinding of the original game, and the attendant commentary on choice-based games and power fantasies, made the game feel less substantial. The surreal imagery of the original, obligatorily evoked in the prequel, is sensibly absent, but there’s nothing equally striking that replaces it. Even the branching path decisions become less clear: the end-of-episode stat screens for the final episodes mentioned at least a dozen choices I didn’t even know I’d made, some of which were critical in shaping my younger brother’s morality and were not necessarily the choices I’d have made if I’d known I was making a choice at all.

Come the final episode, I got An Ending that seemed right for the way I’d played, but much of the way I’d played felt accidental.

So what are we to make of this? Life is Strange is a beautiful disaster, an ambitious disaster, where Life is Strange 2 is almost less interesting for being more competent. It has a huge mess of charged topics - American racism, teens losing their virginity, raising a child outside the nuclear family, grief and trauma - and, while it handles them without the gracelessness and sledgehammer subtlety of the original, it doesn’t come to any conclusions about any of them. LiS1, for all its jank, had some opinions, where LiS2 falls into the category of “this sure is some shit, innit?” games.

It starts with a powerful premise, deeply relatable characters, fine writing, beautiful art, but can’t even manage, in the end, to be a disaster. It is the only game in the series so far to be forgettable.

#Adventure Games #capsule review #heaven's vault #life is strange 2 #later alligator

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anythingandeverything1d · 4 years

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You or Him.

Your heart was pounding so loud you could hear it in your ears. You quietly opened the front door, sliding inside and immediately against the wall. You held a small nerf gun with only one bullet in your hand and you listened carefully for Harry’s voice. He should be just about done with his conference call. From what you could tell, his voice was coming from the living room- kitchen area. You crawled the last bit of hallway, getting down on your knees and peaking around the corner. Harry stood in the kitchen, his back was to you and phone to his ear. He was leaning against the counter nodding his head and agreeing with whoever was on the other line. You crawled to the island and waited for him to hang up the phone. 1:30pm, just like clockwork. Harry sighed after hanging up, running his hands through his hair. He was shirtless, dressed in his thin grey athletic shorts. You held the gun to your chest and tried not to laugh at how perfectly your plan was working out. Harry walked past the island and you jumped up and shot. The foam bullet hit him in the middle of his back. “Gotcha!” you yelled with a huge smirk on your face.

Harry turned and shook his head laughing. He ran at you and wrapped you tightly in his arms, placing a warm and gentle kiss on the top of your head. He had always been very forward with his touchiness and it was something you looked forward to and loved. When the two of you were together he was almost always touching you, holding your hand, or finding some way to be extra close to you. You hugged him back, breathing in his familiar cologne, your nose pressed firmly against his chest and butterflies in your stomach. “I haven't seen you in ages and the first thing you think of doing is shooting me with a nerf gun.” he laughed and took a step back. “I fucking love you (y/n).”

You laughed along with him, the butterflies flying up at his words. “I love you to H.” He wrapped his arm around your shoulder and walked you into the living room. It felt good to be back, to be around Harry. The two of you had been friends for almost 6 years. You met through your mutual friend, his now ex bandmate, Louis, all those years ago. You had been there through everything with the two of them, Zayn leaving, their first concert without him, and their last concert all together as a band. In fact, you had been sitting front row of that one and afterwards you had hugged the two crying boys until everything had seemed okay. You had stayed more in touch with Harry over the years since Louis had been busy with his family, El, and Freddie, but of course you had checked in on Louis as well from time to time. You had celebrated and supported Harry’s first album, both the completion and release, along with his first solo interviews and his big acting break in Dunkirk. All of the late night phone calls about forgetting what to do and being nervous he wasn't good enough, you had been there for each and every one, waking up at 3:30 am to take the call even when you had classes at 8am the following morning. You had also supported him when he left for his big solo tour, even though it had killed a part of you to watch him leave. He had been away for the last year or so now and while you had been front row at a couple of his shows, you hadn't seen him in almost 6 months. Now that he was home, you wanted nothing more than to be around him every minute of every day, starting right now. “So do tell me, how was traveling the world?”

“Well it was amazing, but it lacked a little something.”

“Oh yeah what's that?”

“Something smallish...cute...sassy...”

“Louis Tomlinson,” you joked.

Harry laughed and shook his head, rolling his eyes at you. His fingers trailed along yours distractedly before slipping between yours and squeezing your hand gently. “You.”

You smiled and leaned your head against his shoulder. “I wish I could’ve been there for more. I really missed you Harry.” You snuggled against his chest and he tightened his grip around you. “I am really really proud of you though. Like seriously, so proud Haz” your heart swelled just thinking about it. You really were so proud of him and everything he had worked so hard to accomplish.

“I missed you too and I know.” He smiled and looked down at you. “Tell me about your life, what’s new with you?” His free hand pulled your legs across his so that you were basically sitting in his lap. You looked into his green eyes and bit your lip as he waited for your life update.

You sighed and looked away. This was the part you had been dreading. Last month you had started dating this new guy. He was okay, you weren't exactly sure how your emotions leveled out with him or even if you wanted to be with him at all, but you had still been dreading this day from the time he had asked you out. Harry never took well to you having a boyfriend. In fact he had stopped talking to you for almost a month last time you started dating someone simply because he thought you could do better. It wasn't just his fault though, you didnt take well to him dating someone either. You and Harry had a special relationship. The two of you had been best friends for so long, you never really wanted to cross the line and risk the incredible thing you already had. Plus before when you had both considered dating, you had Louis to worry about. Now it just seemed like the time had gone. The two of you had agreed to just be friends and you had shoved any feelings for Harry down so deep they rarely showed. Of course, sometimes they did. Sometimes you saw headlines of Harry with another girl and it made you physically ill from the fact that you weren't the one with him. Sometimes you got mad that he had chosen a stuck up model to date. And sometimes you just got upset that his attention wasn't on you. It was a weird situation to be in. Harry nudged you, breaking your train of thoughts. “Well, work is boring as ever.” you smiled and rolled your eyes. “My boss still sucks and treats me like I am just some clueless unimportant woman but thats nothing new really.” Harry frowned. The thought of a man not treating you well always upset him, especially the thought of your boss treating you unfairly. “I uh-I also starteddatingsomeone..” you mumbled quickly.

Harry’s body froze. His arms literally stiffened and you anxiously looked into his eyes, waiting for the outburst he typically had. “Oh.” he grumbled. “Thats nice.”

“Mhm.” you waited for more but Harry just sat there. “I think you might like this one..” you lied.

Harry just nodded. “Maybe.” You trailed your finger up and down his arm, waiting for him to continue on. He eventually lightened up and sighed. “So how’d you meet him?”

“I met him through a friend actually. A friend from school.”

“Oh. Mutual friends always make great relationships...”

“Harry please don't act weird.” you groaned, touching your nose to his cheek.

“I’m not.” he defensively said.

“You are. You always act like this.”

“How do you want me to act (y/n)?” he practically growled. Tears formed in your eyes and you moved as far back as you could without falling off his lap. Harry saw your expression and stopped, his head dropped and he sighed. “I’m sorry. If you’re happy, I’m happy.” he said faking a smile. “How long-uh how long have the two of you been dating?”

“Not too long, maybe a month now?” you answered. Harry just nodded. “I want you to meet him.”

“Oh.”

“Harry please. He's my boyfriend and you're- you're, well you're my best friend.” you said best friend with a certain tone and Harry didn’t seem to like it. “I just want the two of you to like each other. Your opinion matters to me.” It wasn't a lie. You valued Harry’s opinion more than anything. He told you how it was all of the time and that wasn't an exclusion with boys. Most of the time Harry was right about them even though you had always hoped deep down he said what he did because he had buried the same feelings you had.

“Fine.” he grumbled. “But only because I want to make sure the guy is right for you.”

You smiled and kissed his cheek as a thank you. It earned a small smile from Harry, but not his typical smile that made your knees shake. “Dinner tonight? We could make it the official start to Friday movie nights.”

“So now we are including him in Friday movie night?” Harry pushed you off his lap to stand up and pace in front of the couch.

“No. No Harry.” You grabbed his wrist and pulled him back down to you. “Friday movies are OUR thing. I just want you to meet him at dinner and then when he leaves it can be you and I. Just like normal.”

Harry relaxed a little bit after hearing that and you let the breath you didn't realize you had been holding out in relief. “Fine.”

You stood up, hugged him tightly and smiled. “Dinner at 6:00. Don’t even think about being late Harry.”

“When am I ever late to something that involves you?” he asked with a grin.

“I just wanted to make myself clear.” you laughed while shaking your head and walking to the door. You blew him a kiss and grinned. “See you tonight.”

He caught the kiss and placed it on his heart. “7:00 right?” he teased with a deep laugh. You gave him a look and he laughed harder. “I’m kidding. I’ll see you later.”

You got home and anxiously prepped dinner. You made one of Harry’s favorites, spaghetti and meat balls with garlic bread. It was something easy and Harry always said that he loved the dinner because of the face you had once paired it with lady and the tramp. That was what had started your tradition for Friday monthly movie nights. You set the table when the doorbell went off. You walked over and opened it. Your boyfriend had a rose in his hand and a smile on his face. “Hey you.” He handed you the rose and walked in. “It smells amazing in here. I’m really excited for dinner.”

“I am too. I’m excited for you to meet Harry.”

“Where is he?”

You looked at the clock and rolled your eyes. It was 6:05, and just like Harry had promised he wouldn't do, he was late. Normally Harry arrived promptly an hour early to movie night, just because he was so excited to spend time with you. You heart ached a little knowing he wasn't excited like normal but you also knew that your boyfriend intruding in dinner had set him off. Harry walked in a minute or so later. He had a bouquet of flowers, all of your favorite flowers to be exact. He walked over with a big grin on his face. “Hey beautiful.” he half hugged you holding the flowers. He hand them over and you smiled. He placed a kiss on your head and grinned. “Those are your favorites right?”

“Yeah, they are beautiful Haz. Thank you.” You carried the flowers to the kitchen to put them in a vase and Harry followed, trailing closely behind you.

“Dinner smells amazing. You know how much I appreciate your spaghetti.” He winked and you grinned shaking your head in response. Your boyfriend walked over and cleared his throat, reminding you he was also here. Harry glared at him, his hand firmly holding yours.

“Harry..” you removed your hand from his and stood between them. “This is my boyfriend.” Your boyfriend stuck his hand out and Harry just looked at it until you gave him the look. Harry reluctantly shook it and rolled his eyes. Harry was about to say something but luckily the timer went off and you pulled the bread out.

“Lets eat.” you said carrying it to the table. Harry sat next across from you and your boyfriend at the table. He kept kicking your feet, playing games like he normally would while eating mouthfuls of spaghetti. Your boyfriend kept looking between you two with an unreadable expression. Harry didn't say a word to him the entire meal and you were a little annoyed he wasn't trying to get to know him.

Towards the end of the meal your boyfriend had finished his plate. He leaned over and kissed you, his lips locking on yours. “That was delicious. Thanks for cooking baby.”

Harry actually choked on the bite of bread he had taken. He watched your boyfriend closely, his eyes full of anger. “I think I’m done.” he pushed his plate forward and leaned back in his chair.

“You never finish without eating at least another helping of spaghetti, let alone not finishing your plate.” You commented.

“I’m feeling a little ill.” he glared at your boyfriend.

“If you're sick you should probably go home..” your boyfriend countered.

You almost spit out your bite of food. You had never seen him jealous before but he looked like he wanted to hurt Harry. “You know-”

“Actually (y/n) and I have a movie night planned tonight. I wouldn't miss that for anything.” Harry crossed his arms and watched, waiting for a response.

Your boyfriend looked over, his mouth dropping. You shrugged your shoulders in response. You didn't mention the movie night to him because you hadn't wanted him insisting on staying. He had been trying to sleep with you for weeks now, but you just weren't feeling it. You had also wanted to be alone with Harry during movie night but theres no way you would ever admit that to either of them. “Can we talk?” he asked looking at you suddenly. You nodded your head and allowed him to pull you into your bedroom. “What the hell?”

“What?” you asked, placing innocent.

“Were you just not going to mention a movie night?”

“I didn’t see it as an important detail. Harry and I always have movie nights once a month on Friday. He’s been gone so of course we are going to have one now that he's back.”

“So I’m not included because?”

“Because...because...” you stumbled. You knew this question had been coming but you weren't ready to answer it. “Harry’s my best friend. I haven't seen him in literally forever. I just wanted it to be us tonight.”

“You need to choose.”

“Excuse me?”

“Its either me or him.”

“Why?”

“Because. The way you look at him, the way you interact with him. It’s like you're both in love with each other. He’s been back one day and he's already taken priority over our relationship. It’s me or it's him. You cant have both.”

“Are you serious?”

“Yes.”

You looked at him, mouth open. He was seriously asking you to choose between him and Harry. You laughed angrily and shook your head. “This is ridiculous.”

“It is. But it's still happening. Me or him (y/n). Who's it going to be?”

You didn't even think before answering. “Harry. It will always be Harry.”

Your boyfriend rolled his eyes and walked out without another glance. You followed him to the kitchen and watched him leave without another word. Harry looked back at you confused. You had tears in your eyes and you didn't quite know why. Harry rushed to your side, pulling your arms out and examining them. “Did he hurt you? What happened?” You pushed him off and wiped your eyes.

“He said I needed to choose.”

“Choose?”

“You or him.”

Harry laughed until he realized you were serious. He stopped and looked at you suddenly afraid you weren't going to choose him. He saw the tears in your eyes and he took a step back. You were crying more now because he was moving away, but you reached out for his hand. Harry reluctantly let you grab it, and he pulled you into his arms, rubbing small circles in your back while you cried. “Shh don't cry (y/n).... I get it. You need to pick him. It’s fine. Don't worry about-”

“Pick him?!” you stepped away, snot falling from your nose. “Harry are you kidding me?” You were still crying and Harry was confused. “I picked you. I’ll always pick you. I love you don't you get it.”

You were crying harder now, your once buried feelings for Harry surfacing. Harry stepped closer and without a word or second thought, pressed his lips into yours. You froze. He didn't give up. He bit down on your lower lip, gently tugging. He patiently waited for you his lips rolling against yours. Your mouth opened and his tongue went inside, sliding off of yours. He kissed you like it was the one and only kiss he would ever get. His arms tightened around your waist, picking you up and placing you on the edge of the counter. You tangled your hands in his hair, while his hands dug into your thighs. You groaned into the kiss and he smirked against your lips. His body rested between your legs as he kissed you. He kissed down your neck, sucking and biting the tender skin below your ear. He smiled and ran his finger along the swollen red mark he left before returning his lips to yours. When he finally pulled away you were both gasping for air, your forehead against his shoulder, his breath falling down the back of your neck while he rested his head against yours. “I love you. I’ve loved you for 5 years and I’m done wasting time.” You smiled and wiped your eyes while crying more. He let you use his shirt to wipe your face and then carried you to the couch where he snuggled you into a blanket and held you on his lap. The two of you were so content, you could have cared less that the tv wasn't on and your movie wasn't playing. You had Harry and as long as you had him, everything else would work itself out just fine.

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r3b3lgrrrrrrrl · 4 years

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A LunaTic and her Gunn (Part 88) "Bad Kids"

@creatureofthen1ght-v3

@lovemythsworld

@crystalbaby12

"FUCK!! What day is it?" Luna asks as she lifts her face after railing another line of 30's.

"Thursday..?" Colson answers her, confused.

"Time?" She asks to his 542P. "Motherfucker..." Luna mutters.

Colson asks What's Up as she lights a joint. Luna missed her therapy session scheduled at 5P, she explains with a sigh.

Taking a moment to call Kylie. Luna assures her, she simply forgot and isn't MIA. She watches Colson snort a long line of Adderall while she's on the phone, puffing on the joint.

Once she's ended the call, she passes it to him as they get dressed. Both in all black. Colson in a black T, black jeans and his Vans. Luna in an oversized, long sleeve black T. Large enough to wear as a dress. Under, she has on sheer black stockings and tight, black spandex shorts. Her Docs, jewelry and a purple lip finishing off her look.

"You're gonna skate in that?" Colson questions her attire.

"Watch me." She replies with a smirk.

"Oh, I fucking will." He grins.

Throwing her school bag of goodies on his back. Colson grabs Luna's ass and their jackets as they head out of their suite.

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The bar at The Ambassador is empty.

Until The Ten of Them pile inside. Loud and rowdy as usual. Taking up the entire wooden row of the bar.

They order drinks as they wait for their table at the Reserve Lounge inside the hotel. An Old Fashioned for Luna and a Heineken for Colson.

Grinning, he whispers into her ear. "You still taste better."

Luna shakes her head with a light laugh. Cheeks turning pink.

"I WANT a ribeye with fried onions and mushrooms. And a fucking baked potato. I don't give a FUCK about anything else." Sam states.

She's sitting to Luna's left, while Colson's on her right. Baze, who's next to Sam, leans up on the bar to look down at Luna.

"Bro. I think your girl's my twin." He laughs. Looking at Sam, then at Luna, finally back at Sam. "We gonna fuck up some beef TONIGHT!! He laughs again as he lifts his drink to Sam's agreement.

"Who we fucking up?" Slim hollers from the other end of the bar.

"BEEF!!!" Sam and Baze shout in unison.

Erupting them both into laughter along with Colson and Luna.

Luna gives her friend a Lil Look. Sam can get along with everyone. Same as she can hold her own against anyone. Being taken advantage by no one. Sam's never been about that Relationship Life. Knowing her friend too well, Luna can read her better then her favorite book. There's a LoveBuzz happening at the bar. Luna reading the signs before Sam can even write them herself.

Luna glances over at Colson. He catches the glimmer in her eye. They both cheese at the idea of their friends together. With no words said. Just One Look.

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Once sat, they continue to converse loudly. The Ten of Them having no volume control. With more drinks and appetizers ordered, they're even louder. And so out of place.

Their server asking his Front of the House manager to watch them. Unaware of who they are and sure of the likelihood that they're gonna Dine N Dash. Feeling dumb upon his boss's explanation.

"I don't know how to skate..." Ashleigh complains after they order.

She's one of three. Benny, nor Bullet grind either. AJ being an undercover SkaterBoy to Luna's unknown intrigue.

"There's one of those Rent-A-Bike stations in front." Rook chimes in.

"You want MY ass on a BIKE!??" Benny asks in disbelief.

"Weeble Wobbles Weeble but they don't fall down!" Luna grins at her friend from across their dinner table.

Benny laughs. He adores Luna, he has since that night at the strip club. He fears her too. Being from NYC also, he knows what she's connected to.... And fully aware of what she's capable of on her own.

"Ya gonna catch me Brooklyn, if I weeble too far?" Benny teases.

"Fucken' right, Benz." Luna grins at him, arms open wide.

Somehow, he knows that although he's the bodyguard and Luna's tiny as fuck. THAT Brooklyn Bitch would have him should ANYTHING erupt. It's who she is.

"We riden!!!" Benny shouts to Bullet's complete bemusement.

Bullet doesn't know Luna. He thinks he likes her but he's not sure, not having any experience to trust her. Irritated with Benny, he eats his steak and sips his wine.

The Other Nine of Them are as happy as fat clams. Engaged, boisterous and fully enjoying each other. Filling their bellies with food before The Magic.

Bullet doesn't know yet.... But he will.

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After a paid for dinner and proper tip, they head to The Bus.

Climbing on, all of them bursting with delicious goodness. Passing eight joints between The Ten of Them, they settle their bellies easily. All full. All sighing.

Sam pops up first. That Bitch wants them slushies.

Scooping the WHOLE jar, all Ten of Them wind up with full solo cups of Magic. Like fucking water ice. Sam handing out a plastic spoon with each of their solo cup treats.

"I shouldn't eat this...." Bullet confides in Benny.

"You won't survive this night if you don't." Benny reassures him as he takes a bite of sweet, delicious Magic Slushies.

Poor Bullet. He thinks he knows... But he has no idea.

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Splitting from The Bus, they head over to the Light District on boards and bikes. Obliging Ashleigh's one request.

"It's FUCKING closed!!???!!!" She shouts in frustration.

Kansas City's Light District closes at 5P. What THE fuck kinda shit is that?? Seriously... Why?

Ashleigh's really upset. All agreeing with her that It's Bullshit.

Luna asking her if she'd like Her to Burn it Down.

Ashleigh answers with a laughing and adoring NO. The Magic of Wild Mushrooms creeping around her brain. She appreciates Luna's brass love for her, but Ashleigh isn't violent. Never has been.

"Let's find somewhere else." She coaxes her defender as she climbs back on her rented bike.

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Rolling through Kansas City, they're tripping their BALLS and PUSSIES off. Colors are streaking. Bodies are loose. The school bag packed with water instead of alcohol. Luna handing off bottles to everyone's gratitude.l

Lighting a joint as they roll through Kansas City. Luna passes it to Sam. Colson has his own lit. Passing it to Slim.

Firing another, Luna slows her pace. Riding beside Bullet, she grins. Hitting it multiple times before she speaks...

"I'm not THAT bad. I promise." A wink and grin following her words as she passes him the joint before pushing off to fly past him.

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"Fuck you ain't...." Bullet thinks as she passes him. Amused by the tiny blonde girl and her wild punch.

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They skate and bike around Kansas City. Watching the lights as they laugh. Passing joints and water amongst themselves as they eat their Magic Slushies.

Sliding up on a corner, Colson stops.

"Where the fuck are we?" He asks confused.

"In the Dark Pits of Hell, where we belong!!" Luna laughs, snapping his picture in the moment.

"He's so fucking beautiful." She thinks, not being able to stop her grandfather from lingering in her soul.

"C'mon Lovey!!" She shouts as they boot, scoot and boogie.

Ashleigh can't hold her shit together. Tripping balls, she doesn't know how to make the bike work anymore.

"Can we sit?" She pleads.

Always one to spot a park, Luna's on it.

"Come on, Buddy." She says, grabbing the back of Ashleigh's seat along with a handle bars.

Pushing Ashleigh along with ALL of Luna's force. There's a park ahead. The Holy Grail of her ENTIRE existence.

"We're almost there, Boo!" Luna's wide smile encourages Ashleigh's tired legs.

Hitting the park, Ashleigh drops her bike like a rock.

"Uggghhhh....." She exhales.

Luna grabs her board and Ashleigh's hand as the others arrive. She's undoubtedly Their Leader.

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After swinging and climbing and running around the playground, they tire like little kids. Finding the perfect spot, Luna slips her bag off Colson's shoulders. Pulling out sheets as she displays them in front of their view.

All Ten of Them admire the glowing sight of Kansas City. Some standing in amazement, others sitting on the sheets in awe.

They're tripping their souls out as they stare into the sky line. Colors crossing and dancing. Bodies tingling as their third eyes see everything.

Laying and talking. The Ten of Them are curled upon the sheets, melting their faces off.

Pulling out her bag of tricks, Luna hands Colson four tennis balls to his delight. Face shining, he hops up to juggle them.

Next, she produces crayons and coloring books. Laying them out, they're grabbed by Ashleigh and Rook.

Slim finds the Nerf football. Sam jumping up for a solid toss.

Baze is stuck on the ground. Luna lighting a joint. Hitting it hard, she hands it to him.

"Fucken' Loons, Maaan..." Is all he can say in accepting pleasure.

AJ is lost in the stars on the sheets also. Magic Slushies winning. Luna handing him his own joint to his delight.

Benny is running around with Sam and Slim. Bullet still as a statue.

"Did you not drink the Kool-Aid...." Luna asks.

She had noticed his solid demeanour. Tall, strong. Relentless.

Arms crossed, he admits he had a scoop or two.

"Only a SCOOP!! BRO!!" Luna looks at him with disappointment. "We're not so crazy that you can't enjoy yourself, Sugar." Luna tries to reassure him. "I can't believe you didn't eat your slush." Luna looks at him, irritated. "What a fucking waste."

"I knooooww." Bullet sheepishly admits.

"Well, lucky YOU, Motherfucker!!" Luna grins.

She always has a secret stash. Pulling out a small container of pure mushrooms, she insists he eats them with her. NOW.

Luna's a rock when it comes to negotiating. Bullet sharing and eating the full half ounce she has stashed.

She grins as they chew. Her bright smile welcoming him into Her World.

There's a LOT going on in their group. Rook and Ashleigh are happily coloring. Slim, Sam, Benny and AJ toss the Nerf ball. Baze is still SO lost in the sky on his back.

Luna grabs Colson, dragging Baze and Bullet with them. It's football time, she calls to Benny.

"Hut!! Hut!!" Luna shouts to their colorful minds.

Their game is a ShitShow. It's hilarious to watch them toss, tumble and roll amongst themselves. None can see correctly and all of them have noodle legs.

Somehow, Luna can throw and avoid getting caught. Easily scoring a 14 to 0.

"Mothafucka, WHAT?... Mothafucka WHO??? Luna laughs.

She's never been a gracious winner. Laughing too hard.

She's caught by a "Fuuuck yooou?!!"

Along with a loving, grinning, full on body hit from Sam. They roll in the grass, wrestling and laughing. Each calling Uncle when they find themselves locked on their sides.

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Laying in the night's sky, life comes into view. Playing Cold War Kids on one of their phones. Music drifts softly.

All Ten sprawled on sheets, they catch the beauty of Kansas City. Laying together in harmony.

Until Colson wants to take Luna away.

"Come're..." He begs

"Hmmmm..." She rolls her head up towards him.

Eyes dancing as she absorbs is face. Their colorful ensemble watching the stars like 4th graders at the Planetarium for the first time.

Colson grabs Luna's hand, pulling her out of the hype.

Yards away with only his phone, Colson holds Luna tight. She's the only one he's ever danced with outside of Casie and weird Middle School stuff. Tripping his face off, he's overwhelmed with feelings for Luna. His beloved.

In the darkness with just them two, Colson holds Luna close and firm. The lyrics to the original Swing Life Away swirl behind them. Causing Colson to hold Luna tighter then ever.

🎶Let's unwrite these pages and replace them with our own words🎶

He sings softly, ducking his head into her ear.

She loves him. So fucking much. More then she could've ever imagined. Those blue eyes that see right into her soul. Those fingers that know every inch of her body. That heart that just fucking gets it.

Their love is fresh in her brain. Breaking her heart as her soul ignites. Believing him as sings to her that they Could Get By Just Fine on Minimum Wage.

Luna can't handle it and starts to cry. The drugs have her overwhelmed. Feelings flying everywhere. Heart dangling on her long sleeve.

"Please don't fucking die." She whimpers into Colson's chest.

He holds her as she gently sobs.

His mind is twisting too. Making him not sure of what to say. Then it pops.

"Cockroach." He states like he's answering the most important question of his life.

This stops Luna. Colson's words sliding inside her body, wrapping themself around her heart.

Feeling her sigh, he scoops her off the ground as if he's going to carry her over a threshold. With her arms draped around him, they stare into each other's trusting eyes. No words need to be said. They're the only two in the world right now. Luna strokes his cheek, as Colson leans in to kiss her.

There's a whole body explosion happening between the two of them once their lips touch. It's part drugs but mostly insatiable love.

Not even caring, in their own world, Colson slowly brings himself and Luna to the ground. Never breaking their kiss. He runs his hands though her hair, making her brain tingle.

Climbing on top of her, he holds himself up as her hands slowly trail his body. Their touch is almost orgasmic as he sucks on her neck and she slides her hands down his pants. Gripping his ass.

His free hand up her shirt dress. Sliding under her bra, playing with her nipple peircing. Pulling at her shorts.

"I need to be inside of you." Colson says in between kissing her neck and face.

"Mhhhmmm." Luna agrees.

He pulls down his pants as Luna slides out of the shorts. She doesn't understand her stockings though. Both too far gone to figure out how to get them off. Taking off her Docs not even an actual thought for either.

Colson reaches back into his pants. Pulling Luna towards him by the crotch of her tights, he stretches them out as he flicks his blade open.

Luna's heart immediately begins to race as he brings the knife towards her pussy. Slitting a hole through her tights, he rips them open. She bites her lip as she watches him.

Both of their bodies throbbing for the other. Mouths salivating as they look upon each other.

The world EXPLODES as Colson slowly slides into Luna. Both moaning out a pleased FUCK.

Colson takes his time. Gliding along Luna's clenched walls. Every inch and touch is overwhelming. If he goes to fast, he's convinced he may die.

Luna can't handle anything. Dying a thousand tiny deaths as she clings to him. Shifting into his rhythm. Kissing his mouth and face. She has to keep her eyes closed. Looking at him is too much. Fearing her heart will explode from his blue eyes.

They could've fucked for 5mins or 5hrs. They have no idea. Luna having multiple mental and physical orgasms before Colson allows himself to let loose.

Laying inside and on top of her, Colson feels at ease. There's no place in the world he'd rather be. This moment being one of his most content in life.

"I love you, Kitten." He breathes out.

"Mmmm... I love you." Luna mummers into his neck with her legs still holding him close.

"ARE YOU TWO FUCKING AGAIN!!??!" Sam shouts across the field.

Colson pulls his face out of Luna's hair to look at her. His face is still too beautiful for her.

"Jesus fucking Christ. She's like the kid sister I never had." Colson's wide eyes say in amazement.

Making Luna laugh, he pops out of her.

"An annoying kid sister." He says with a pout.

Shifting down, Colson lays on Luna's chest. Stroking his hair, they enjoy their bliss for a bit more before they rejoin the others.

"Yeah, we were Fucking. Kid Sister." Colson states as him and Luna climb back into the pile.

Who you talking too?" Ashleigh asks, confused.

"Ol sex police Sam over here." He tells her to the group's laughter.

"You're like fucking rabbits." Sam shoots back.

"That's why she calls me Bunny." Colson states matter of fact, making Luna roll on her side in a fit of giggles. It's funny because it's true.

All of their bodies riding private rollercoasters as their brains link back up. The Ten of Them talk about life, aliens, what they think God may be, if they'd like to live under the sea like Sponge Bob and all kinds of other weird shit. Figuring out the key to life. Love and friendship. Even Bullet enjoying himself.

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Back at the Ambassador no one wants to separate. The Boys drag mattresses from the other rooms to Colson and Luna's suite. It's sleepover time again.

Collecting water for everyone, Luna dutifully passes out Xanax along with vitamins D and B6 to aid in their recovery.

Surrounded by pillows, blankets and love, they watch reruns Rugrats. Burning and laughing as they slowly come down.

Laying with Colson wrapped behind her, Luna feels so at peace. Her eyes are closed as he strokes her hair.

"I'm so fucking in love with you.... I can see it radiating off of us." Colson says with his eyes closed too.

Opening her eyes, Luna jumps off the mattress. Body flying across the room.

"IT'S NOT OUR LOVE!!! THE FUCKING TRASH CAN'S ON FIRE!!!" She shouts.

Grabbing it, she hauls ass into the bathroom. Tossing it into the tub before turning on the water.

Everyone is kinda numb, shocked or can't comprehend what just happened. Bullet taking notice that Luna's quick.

Climbing back into Colson, Luna asks What The Fuck Is Up With Them and Fire. He shakes his head, not knowing. Kissing the back of hers, he holds her firmly as they fall asleep together.

Benny turning to Bullet. Giving him a knowing eye, he warns that Tonight Was Easy.

He'll get it eventually.

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To be continued....

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umikawa · 5 years

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Parallels 3 // I Love You

Pairing: Quentin Beck x Reader

Warnings: le f-bomb

Wc: 994

Read part two here

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The relationship was going surprisingly well only small patches when you couldn’t see each other for about a month because he went away for a while. But other than that there were only small arguments about little things. You were starting to get really giddy about the relationship, already being one year in you think it’s going amazing. Quentin is a hopeless romantic, plans everything to an extent but makes it worth your while. He’s sweet, charming, fun, and an all-around a great guy.

“Hey, Y/n, can you pass me that cocktail glass?” He asked, holding out his hand.

You furrowed your brows confused by his question but got it nonetheless. “Q, you’re gonna drink chocolate milk from a cocktail glass?”

He held his hands up in defense, “Hey if I’m gonna drink this then it’s better to do it in style.” He poured the milk in, raising his glass to you before drinking. “Mm, what if I put liquor in this?” You shook your head at him, walking back into the kitchen of your shared house.

Quentin asked if he could move in a couple of months ago since the relationship was going so well and you figured it would be nice to live with him. It was a blast living with him, you had Nerf gun battles when you two weren’t busy, he brought home some of his cool projects to show you and you brought him some leftover desserts.

He made a noise when he finished his milk, setting down the glass. “That was good but now I’m gonna try it with liquor.” You laughed at him, shaking your head when he reached for the alcohol. “Wanna go on a walk later?”

You nodded your head, taking a sip of coffee. “Yeah just don’t put so much vodka in there Jesus.” You laughed, swatting his hand to stop him from pouring more. He giggled before taking a sip, gagging when the liquid touched his tongue.

He scrunched his nose, “That was not as good as i expected.” You chuckled, ruffling his hair.

“I gotta head to work, I’ll see you at seven?” You kissed his cheek, stepping to the door.

He took another sip of his drink, licking his lips. “Okay, I love you.”

And nothing has to change today You didn’t mean to say “I love you”

His eyes widened at the ending, turning around to see you already out the door. He sighed heavily, pressing the heels of his palms against his eyes. “I’m so stupid.”

One of the things you confessed on your first date was that you were scared to get attached, that your past relationship gave you trust problems. He knew it would be a little awkward now, fiddling with the hair that fell in front of his forehead, rubbing his eyes.

Quentin’s confession rang through your mind throughout the day, so much that you couldn’t concentrate on the customer in front of you. You blinked as they snapped their fingers in front of your face, apologizing before grabbing their pastries.

“Something on your mind?” They asked, sliding the money over to you.

You waved your hand, “Just something with my boyfriend.”

They nodded their head, taking the change from you. “Well if you don’t mind me asking, what happened?”

You pursed your lips, “He said i love you for the first time and in all honesty, I’m scared of it.”

“Well do you love him?” You nodded your head immediately, surprising yourself a bit. “Well, I’m no expert in love but I’m pretty sure the next thing to do is tell him.” You chuckled slightly, nodding your head.

“Babe? Where are you?” You call out, setting your things down on the counter.

His head popped up from the bathroom door and he fumbles out of it, wiping his face with the towel on his shoulder. “Hey.”

“You shaved your beard?” you asked, tilting your head.

“Well yeah but there’s still some stubble, right? or did i mess that up too?”

You brought your hand up to his face, dragging your fingertips over his skin. “Yeah, stubble.” He laughed, putting his hand over yours. “Why’d you really shave?”

He side-glanced you, shoulders slumping as he sighed. “Um well I accidentally burned some off so I was like fuck it, I’m cutting it all off.”

You grimaced, running your hand that was previously resting on his cheek. “You know sometimes I worry about leaving you at home by yourself.”

He gives you a half-grin, throwing the towel on the couch, “So that walk, you still up for it?” You nodded your head, watching him go into your bedroom. He only asked it because of what he said earlier, but he knew you didn’t want to talk about it. You walked next to him, shoulders bumping against his, holding one of his hands.

“So spring break is coming up, do you wanna go somewhere? I can ask if i can take a little vacation from the internship.

You looked at him, “Sure sounds like fun.” You stopped walking underneath a streetlight, Quentin pulling on your hand when he didn’t feel you stop.

We fall apart as it gets dark I’m in your arms in Central Park

You wrap your arms around Quentin’s neck, smiling up at him. He looked back at you with a confused smile, hands resting on your hips as you swayed around.

You played with the end of his hair, keeping eye contact. “I love you.” His eyes widened at your words, pulling back slightly.

“You do?” he mumbled, squeezing your hips, a hopeful smile on his face.

“Yeah, i do, i really do.” His smile widened as he pressed a soft kiss against your lips, grinning into it.

Here you were, standing under a streetlight, kissing the man who finally stole your heart, someone you felt wouldn’t break it. Time would only tell what would happen next.

I can’t escape the way, I love you

XxxxxX

A/n: hnngjrnd thanks for the lovely feedback on the other chapters you brighten my day!!!!! i was stumped for a while but hee hee i got it!

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jeffxwittek · 5 years

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Face Down (Part 2) | Jeff x Reader x Boyfriend

A/N: i’m mad at myself for not double checking that google docs saved what i added in part one, so i guess i just have to attempt from here to fix the mess part 1 was... hope you enjoy? - oh and the first part doesnt have jeff but JEFF ALL THE WAY IN THE SECOND HALF I PROMISE. not as much fluff as i would like in this. and also heres a link to the song face down since i didn’t put it with part 1 as well -- part 3 is def gonna happen btw

Plot: It’s the day after your friends found out how your boyfriend treats you and they are trying hard to be supportive, especially Jeff. (Under KEEP READING cuz it’s kinda long?) Warnings: Mentions of abuse (physical & verbal), cheating (i’m against it, but it worked with the story)

You’re sleeping on the couch in David’s living room as you hear the quick footsteps of Natalie and David moving around in the kitchen in attempts to not wake you. You open your eyes and don’t move as to not surprise your two friends. You just lay silent and listen to them have their conversation

“I never liked him,” you hear Natalie say in a blunt whisper.

“None of us did. We just didn’t think he was hurting her,” you notice him sigh and hear him put something down on the counter.

“It must have broken Jeff last night to see what went down,” Natalie says.

Jeff? Why would Jeff be broken? Yes, he’s my friend so he cares about me, but broken? You run through the thought process as you continue to silently lay on the couch.

“For a guy who puts up a front of being this bad-ass ex-convict, he’s totally soft when it comes to Y/N. He won’t actually admit it though,” David states.

You know it’s time to let them know you’re awake and raise your arm above the back cushion of the couch. “’Morning,” you greet them with a raspiness in your voice. You slide off the couch and make your way into the kitchen to meet with them.

David and Natalie both look surprised like they were caught doing or saying something they weren’t supposed to.

You nod your head over to the coffee maker. “May I?”

They both respond in unison, “Yeah.”

You pull a mug from the cabinet above and pour yourself coffee and head over to the fridge for some milk. “So,” you turn around to them and place the coffee and milk on the counter. “I want to say that I’m sorry for last night. Thomas and I had been fighting all day. We really shouldn’t have come last night. I didn’t mean to cause a scene. I feel horrible about putting you all in the middle of that. I just thought that if we were around other people it would stop the bickering for a couple hours, but I guess not. He’s just stressed out at work and I upset him and--.” You quickly get cut off by David.

“Y/N. No. Don’t apologize. You did nothing wrong. You came over here to hang out and have a fun time with your friends and that douchebag ruined it.” David says trying to comfort you.

“He’s really not that bad. I know the past couple times he’s been around it seems that way, but he’s just rough around the edges. He’s not horrible. I promise”

David rolls his eyes and lets out a sigh. “Not horrible? Y/N. Listen to me. I’ve seen plenty of people in my life be in fucked up relationships and I can see that he doesn’t treat you right. We call can. We just never suspected he was hurting you.”

You act taken about. “Hurting me?” You almost yell the question. “He’s not hurting me!”

“Then how’d you get the bruise, Y/N?” Natalie jumps in.

“On my chest? Like I told Corinna last night, I dropped my curling iron! Not a big deal! It slipped!” You walk past David and Natalie towards the front door.

“Where are you going?!” David yells after you. “We’re trying to help you!”

You spin back around to look at the two of them. “If you were trying to help, you would listen. Everything’s fine! We’re just in a rough patch right now.” You slide on your shoes from the night before and grab your purse before looking at them again. “Now if you don’t mind, I’m going to go back home to my boyfriend.” You sigh and look at David. “Thank you for the coffee. I’ll see you later.” You walk out of the house and slam the door without another word or looking back.

The moment you step outside though, you realize Thomas drove you here and you have no way back home. You could call him, but he would try to fight with you the whole time. An Uber? Too expensive. You look down at your phone and try to think of who to call. Jeff. You remember the conversation with him last night and he said if you need anything, to tell him. You open your contacts and scroll to his name. You hover your thumb over his name for a second before hitting the screen and putting the phone up to your ear. You feel like it rings forever before it picks up on the other end.

“Hello?” You hear a muffled, tired voice on the other end.

“Oh. Geez. I’m sorry. Did I wake you? I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to. I’ll call someone else. Go back to bed.” You start to pull the phone away from your ear as you hear him say something.

“No, no. It’s okay. I need to get up anyway and feed Nerf. What’s up?” Jeff sounds concerned as the words escape from his mouth.

You’re quiet for a second unsure what to actually say and just breath into the phone.

“Y/N. Are you okay?” Jeff says as you hear him moving things around on his end.

“Um, yeah. I just-- Could you pick me up at David’s? I didn’t know who else to call.”

“I’ll be right there. Meet you at the curb?”

“Meet you at the curb. Thank you, Jeff.” You hang up the phone and make your way down David’s driveway and past his gate to wait at the curb for Jeff.

It feels like forever before Jeff pulls up and you climb into the passenger seat. “Thank you so much for picking me up. Thomas left with the car last night and so I had no way home.”

“It’s no problem. I would have been here sooner but I had to stop for this.” He picks a coffee cup out of the middle cupholder and hands it to you. “White mocha, extra whip cream.”

“You didn’t have have to get me coffee,” You say as you take the cup from him. “But, thank you.” You take a long sip as the warm liquid fills your body and you instantly feel better after the argument you had with Natalie and David. “How’d you know I like white mocha’s?”

Jeff let’s out a small laugh. “Because that’s the only thing ya order anytime we go anywhere and ya refuse to go to the coffee shop around the corner because they don’t have it on their menu.” He starts to pull away from the curb and drive down the road.

“What kind of coffee place doesn’t have a white mocha?” You almost scream. “It’s essential to have on any coffee menu.” You take another sip of the drink before placing it back in the cupholder. “Thank you again, though.”

Silence fills the car for a minute before Jeff finally speaks up. “So you and Thomas. What’s the deal?”

“What do you mean?” You respond acting oblivious to the situation that played out the night before.

“I don’t mean to be blunt, Y/N.” He sighs and you see him fiddle with his fingers on the steering wheel. “But, does he hurt ya? Physically?”

There it is. The one question everyone wanted to ask last night. Your mind thinks and attempts to come up with a lie, yet you come up with nothing.

“I provoke him. It’s really not his fault. I just need to be careful on what I do and say.” You’re silent for a moment. “Plus I need to be careful on what I wear and who I talk to. Those are just some things that upset him.” You hear no response from Jeff, but you see him drive right past your street. “Jeff! Where are you going?”

“I’m taking you to my place,” Jeff says as he continues to drive to his apartment.

“You can’t make me go to your apartment. Pull over and I’ll just get out here,” You say with demand in your tone.

Jeff pulls into a parking lot and stops his car. As you reach for the door handle he locks the car. “What the fuck, Jeff?” You almost yell at him and pound your foot on the floorboard of his car.

He turns to look at you after pulling his keys out of the ignition. “First, stop acting like a child. Second, tell me why ya wanna go back to see him. And third, can’t ya tell I’m tryin’ help ya?” He looks at you with pleading eyes and reaches for your hand and you quickly pull away.

“He’s my boyfriend. Even if we don’t always get along, we’re together and I need to go home and see him.” You let out a heavy sigh you didn’t know you were holding in and whisper to yourself, “I just hope he’s still not mad about last night.

“Damnit, Y/N. Can’t ya see that you deserve so much better? You’re smart and funny and energetic. You light up a room when you walk into it. Find someone who matches that and will help bring those qualities out more.”

“And who’s gonna do that, Jeff? People aren’t really lined up to date me. If you can’t tell, I’m kind of a mess and--.”

Next thing you know Jeff’s lips are crashing into your’s and you find your arms quickly wrapping around his neck. You can suddenly smell the mixture of toothpaste and coffee from his breath and feel how his lips are slightly chapped.

Fuck. What am I doing? I’m with Thomas! But, this feels amazing. You run through your head everything that makes this so wrong and so right at the same time. After what feels like forever, you pull away and see Jeff quickly wipe his bottom lip with his thumb.

“I-- Um-- I’m sorry.” Jeff stutters out the words and fumbles with his keys picking them up from the dashboard. “I shouldn’t have done that.” He nervously puts the keys back in the ignition and starts the car. After backing up and starting his way out of the parking lot, he tells you he’ll take you back to your apartment. “If ya really wanna go back home, I’ll take ya. But I need ya to promise that the moment something happens, ya give me a call.”

“Can we actually just go to your place right now?” You reach for his arm that’s now sitting on the middle console. You suddenly wanted to be with Jeff a little longer. “I think some hanging out away from Thomas a little longer is something I need.”

“Of course. My apartment it is.”

The rest of the drive is silent, yet you feel at peace knowing you don’t have to go back home to your boyfriend just yet.

—

Soon enough Jeff is parking his car in the parking garage and jumps out to run to your side of the car before you can unbuckle. He opens the door for you and helps you out.

“Well, thank you, sir,” you joke as you shift your purse strap onto your shoulder. You follow Jeff up the stairs to his place and walk in to notice bits and pieces that you’ve only ever seen in videos.

You place your purse against the wall by the front door and follow Jeff into his kitchen. “Um, I don’t mean to bother you about this. But do you have anything I could change into?” You look down at your jeans and shirt from the night before. “I’m just a bit uncomfortable.”

“Yea. Be right back.” Jeff disappears for a moment and comes back with a large t-shirt and sweats. “I tried to find the smallest sweats I had, so I hope these work.”

You take the clothes from Jeff and thank him before making your way to the bathroom to change. You look in the bathroom mirror and notice that your makeup is smeared and your hair is a mess. You use some tissues to wipe off your makeup and comb your hair with your fingers before putting it up into a bun. You change into the t-shirt and sweats only to find that the sweats drop straight back down to your ankles. At least the shirt covers my butt, you think to yourself. You walk out of the bathroom and notice Jeff sitting on the couch with the TV on. You put your folded clothes by your bag and walk over to him.

He notices you walk over and quickly realizes you’re not wearing pants. “Sweats too big?”

“Just a tad. I can throw my jeans back on if you want me to,” you say as you point over towards your stuff.

Jeff shakes his head. “No, no. It’s okay. C’mon and sit.” He pats the couch cushion right next to him.

You sit down next to him and plop your feet up on the coffee table. “So, about that kiss--”

“I’m so sorry about that. I shoulda taken the cue you were upset.” He turns to look at you and you can tell he really is sorry.

“It’s okay. It pulled me out of my little panic mode.”

“But, I did notice something.”

“And what’s that?” You look at him and cock your head to the side intrigued with what he’s about to say.

He licks his top lip and adjusts himself to face you, placing his arm on the back of the couch. “You kissed me back,” he says with a smirk.

You close your eyes for a moment and let a long breath out. “That I did.”

Jeff rubs the back of his neck with his and you can tell he’s nervous. “I know this may be inappropriate, but can I kiss ya again? Saying no is okay.”

You squeeze your lips together suddenly very thankful for the lip treatments you’ve been doing at home. You lean in and gently kiss Jeff and can’t help but smile at how warm his lips feel. Next thing you know his hands are on your waist and pulling you onto his lap. You let out a small laugh and pull away from his lips. “Should we be doing this?” You look at him with questioning eyes and hope he gives you the answer you want.

“Only if ya want to,” he says.

You’re silent for a moment. “I want to.” You grab his cheeks in your hands. “I really want to.”

—

Next thing you know an alarm is going off and as you open your eyes Jeff is rolling over to grab his phone. You suddenly remember that you haven’t checked your phone since Jeff picked you up the day before. Fuck. You run to check your phone and have what seems like 100 messages from Thomas.

“Nice job being a bitch last night.”

“Having fun with your idiot friends?”

“Not replying? Fine. Make me angry.”

“Do you like pissing me off?”

“Where the hell are you Y/N? Stop being a baby and come home.”

“You are in for so much shit when I see you.”

Your mind is racing as you read through all the messages of anger and threats sent to you. As your vision is beginning to be impaired by tears filling your eyes, you feel a set of strong hands on your shoulders and you jump while letting out a scream.

“Hey, hey. It’s just me.” Jeff spins you around and lifts your chin so you make eye contact with him. “It’s just me. You’re okay.” He goes to rub your upper arm before he notices your phone and all the messages that Thomas has sent. He grabs the phone from your hand and starts to read them.

“Jeff!” You yell with a crack in your voice and attempt to reach for your phone. “Give that to me! It’s private!”

“Y/N. He’s threatening ya. This isn’t normal. This isn’t healthy!” He places the phone in his pocket. “You’re not getting this back right now. Ya need to separate yourself from him.”

You start hitting his chest with your fists and screaming. “Jeff! Give me my phone! I need my phone! I need to go home! He’s mad!” You can feel your cheeks turning red and notice your limbs going week as you fall into Jeff. You let out a small crying whimper.

Jeff finds his way to the ground and holds you close to him and rubs your arms and back calming you down. “Look what he’s doing do you, Y/N.”

“I don’t know what to do.” You cry into his chest while trying to catch your breath.

Jeff let’s out a heavy sigh. “We’ll figure something out, Y/N. I promise.” He continues to rub your back while your tears fade away and you fall asleep right there in his lap while he sits on the floor.

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blackberrywidow · 5 years

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You’re It

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Word Count: 4.1k

Warnings: Fluff and mild language

Summary: College AU. During a game of Humans vs. Zombies, you find yourself falling for the enemy.

A/N: This is my submission for @spideypeach and @astral-parker‘s writing challenge. I hope everyone likes this! I know everything I've been writing has been super fluffy recently, but I can’t stop myself so here’s some more.

It was day three.

For three long days, you had been living in this apocalyptic hell, dodging zombies left and right just to make it to the goddamn food court. It was frustrating, always having to have your gun out and ready to fire at any handsy obstacles, but it was also fun. A nice change of pace to break up the dull monotony of university. And you were determined to win—well, at least be the last to lose anyway.

According to the webpage that was tracking the game, there were still about 29 of the original 134 still in the game, including yourself. Zombies were starting to drop out of the game like flies with so few people left to feed on, but you were determined to keep your wits about you and stay in this game until the very end.

Your bandana was tied securely around your arm, the vibrant orange signaling that you were one of the few remaining humans in play to feed on before the 48 hour deadline to “eat” another passed. Yesterday was hard enough—you had barely avoided being tagged 4 times. You knew today was going to be even more challenging.

But you were determined—if you could run away from the star quarterback for a whole block, you could survive anything. You were smart. You were fast. You had a fully loaded nerf gun and an air of ruthlessness that would make anyone hesitate to approach you. You—

A flash of orange appeared in the corner of your eye and you instinctively dodged to the side, narrowly avoiding an outstretched hand.

“Hey,” the owner of the grabby hand shouted in surprise. He rounded on you, smile exuberant and brown curls wild as he laughed. “I really thought I had you for a second there. Great reflexes!”

“Uh… thanks,” you responded dumbly, watching him with cautious eyes. Your cheap plastic gun was clutched tightly in your right hand, but you had yet to raise it. You wanted to attribute your hesitation to his strange reaction to missing you. But if you were being honest, he was quite possibly the cutest boy you had ever seen. He was dressed casually in a band t-shirt and jeans, and the orange bandana that he had tied around his head to signify that he was a zombie didn’t look as ridiculous on him as it did on everyone else. It was his eyes that really drew you in though—they seemed to reflect his smile and happiness. If nothing else, he was certainly the most lively looking zombie you’d ever seen.

“I’m Peter, by the way. Peter Parker,” he introduced himself, holding out a hand as though they had just met under normal circumstances. But these weren’tnormal circumstances, so you stared pointedly at his hand until he dropped it back to his side with a chuckle. “Oh right. No touching. Well, I mean, I am about to touch you though.”

You raised an eyebrow in response, still resolutely silent as you waited for him to reconsider his words before you really had to hurt him. It only took the space of a heartbeat.

“Oh, no! Sorry, no, not like that. I mean, not that I’m like disgusted by you or anything, just that I, uh… meant for the game. Like I’m gonna tag you.”

Your lips twitched up involuntarily, despite your best efforts to keep a straight face. His rambling was endearing, if a little strange. “Right. Just one small problem with that.”

“Problem?” Peter repeated, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

“Yes, just a small problem though. If you wanna touch me,” you teased, grinning wickedly when he flushed, “you’ll have to catch me first.”

And with that, you were taking off down the sidewalk.

You weren’t sure why you didn’t just raise your gun and shoot him. If you had managed to hit him with the harmless foam dart, he would have been immobilized for 15 minutes per the rules of the game, which would have given you ample time to get away without all of this physical exertion. Yet there you were, laughing exuberantly while being chased down the street by a practical stranger.

But you could hear his yelled threats of “eating your brains” and “turning you into one of us” from behind you, the amusement clear in his voice, and you knew that you had made the right choice.

You stumbled around a corner, accidentally knocking into a stranger and dropping your only weapon as a result. You didn’t slow down long enough to retrieve it, though you did turn to offer a hurried apology. Once you had made another sharp turn, you finally allowed yourself to slow down minutely. You sucked in greedy gulps of air and hoped (and feared) that you had lost Peter with your evasive turns, before looking up and realizing that you had just cornered yourself in an alley.

“Shit,” you cursed, just as Peter rounded the corner after you with a triumphant “Gotcha!” You closed your eyes, desperately formulating ideas to get you out of this as you slowly turned to face your zombie attacker, completely defenseless and with nowhere to run.

“Okay,” you panted, trying desperately to regain your breath even as your smile widened. “How about we make a deal Peter.”

“What?!” The idea of making a deal seemed completely preposterous too him as he laughed and shook his head, not even the slightest bit out of breath. The jerk. “No way! I’ve got you cornered, completely weaponless. There’s no way you can make it out of this un-zombified. I can’t just let you go, no matter what you offer me. I have some pride you know.”

“Mmmhmm,” you hummed, stalling as you tried desperately to think of something that you could offer him that wouldn’t injure your pride. “Well… if you let me go, I’ll go on a date with you.”

That seemed to catch him off guard. His chocolate eyes widened comically, his mouth dropping open as he tried to sputter out a response. You’d be embarrassed if it weren’t so cute. “I—I can’t just agree to let you go in exchange for a date! That’s—that’s like… well I don’t know! But it seems wrong!”

“Why?” you challenged, an excited gleam in your eye. This game was turning out to be much more fun than you had expected. “Nowhere in the rules does it say that you have to tag me—just let me go and I’ll go on a date with you. It’s as easy as that.”

He raised a skeptical brow in response. “That seems kind of manipulative, doesn’t it? That you’ll only go out with me if I do something for you.”

“Well…” you hesitated, realizing that he was actually kind of right. Dammit. “Okay, fine. I would probably go on a date with you even if you tagged me, because you’re cute.” You were kind enough to ignore the way his face flushed at the praise. “But if you want to go on a date with me, shouldn’t you be willing to sacrifice this one kill to let me live? You’ve got me cornered here. Hardly seems fair.”

He crossed his arms, eyes narrowed in contemplation as he mulled it over, blessedly not pointing out that it was actually more than fair. It was how the game was supposed to be played—you were the one trying to play by different rules.

“Okay,” he finally agreed. “If you go on a date with me tonight, I won’t zombify you… now. This agreement will enact a treaty that lasts from now until the moment I walk you home—not a second later. Then, I can tag you whenever I want.”

“If you can catch me again,” you shot back, a smug smile on your face as you stepped forward to shake his hand in agreement. “I accept your terms, Mr. Parker.”

Peter grinned at you in response before slowly lowering his gaze to your still-outstretched hand.

“Oh.” You blinked down at your hand before slowly lowering it to your side. Now you were the one being obtuse. “Right. No touching then.”

“It’ll make for an interesting first date at least,” Peter offered, though he immediately backtracked when he caught the widening of your eyes. “Not that I was gonna touch you! I mean, it’s not like I’m opposed to it or something, just that I, uh—”

“Relax, Peter,” you laughed, rolling your eyes and taking a step back. “I’ll see you at six, yeah? I live in Teter Hall. You can pick me up there.”

With that, to turned around and strode off down the street, looking to retrieve your gun before heading to your next class. Hopefully you could find some ammo along the way.

“Wait!” Peter called after you, though he made no move to follow now that you had a treaty. “I didn’t catch your name!”

“Oh,” you chuckled, the giddiness of your near-“death” experience and your upcoming date getting to you. “It’s (Y/N) (Y/L/N),” you yelled back, turning just long enough to flash him a smile and give him an answer before disappearing around the corner.

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Four hours later and you were descending the stairs leading up to your building to meet a nervous-looking Peter at the bottom.

“You’re early,” you teased, trying for casual despite the tight ball of nerves that had taken over your stomach. It had been so natural this morning—flirting had never come so easy to you. But now you had time to rethink your actions and you had lost all of your confidence. You would at least do your best to pretend though. “Hope you’re not trying to do some recon for after our treaty.”

“I would never,” Peter swore solemnly, holding a hand over his heart. His expression quickly softened into a smile as he drank in your appearance though. “You look amazing, by the way.”

“Thank you,” you said, doing a little twirl as you took the last step down to meet him at the bottom of the stairs. It was your favorite dress, one that you rarely had the opportunity to wear, so you were glad to break it out for the occasion. “So do you,” you noted, taking in his slightly more formal outfit—he had swapped out his t-shirt for a blue sweater over a checkered red button-up, though he was still wearing jeans and looked as disheveled as he had earlier. He seemed like he was always in a state of disarray.

His cheeks flushed at the praise, and he ran a hand through his previously well-styled hair. “Thanks.”

“So, where are we going?” you asked after a beat of silence, wondering what someone like Peter would consider an ideal first date.

“Well, the animal shelter that’s just a few minutes from campus is open for another hour. I uh… thought that maybe we could go there first, then go get dinner at that Italian place across the street from it?”

He seemed nervous, waiting for you to criticize his plan even as your eyes lit up with excitement. “That sounds amazing!” you decided, taking off in the direction of the shelter without further prompting. “I absolutely love animals. I actually volunteered at the local animal shelter back home when I was in high school. And I’ve always wanted to go to Buchetto’s!”

“Yeah,” Peter said with a relieved laugh, easily keeping pace with you. “I know.”

“Oh do you?” you challenged, glancing at him with narrowed eyes and feigning suspicion. “How do you know that? Did you run a background check on me?”

“Yes,” Peter confessed solemnly, expression suddenly serious. “I wanted to be prepared, and luckily the first thing that popped up was ‘loves dogs and pasta.’ My second date idea was to take you to court to pay for all of your speeding tickets.”

Despite your best efforts, you couldn’t contain your laugh at his dry humor. “Speeding tickets, huh? I think you might have found the wrong girl.”

“Ah,” Peter sighed, ducking his head down to try to hide his answering smile. “Good thing I looked you up on Instagram as a backup then.”

“So… you did stalk me on Instagram then?”

Your grin widened as you watched Peter flounder for a response. You considered taking mercy on him, but instead choose to wait a full minute for him to settle on a simple. “Well… basically, yeah.”

“Good,” you answered, moving your gaze to look straight ahead as the shelter came into view. “I’m glad I wasn’t the only one. Having an internship with Stark Industries is amazing, by the way. Kudos to you.”

Peter’s smile was relieved and more than a little grateful. “Thanks. So, shall we pet some puppies?”

He opened the door to the shelter with a flourish that made you giggle. You played along, dropping into a clumsy curtsy before entering. “Yes sir, I believe we shall.”

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As far as first dates go this one was… well, definitely the best you had ever had. After spending nearly an hour playing with the adorable dogs and cats—all of which you wished you could sneak into your dorm room—you made the short walk across the street to the Italian bistro that Peter had suggested. It exceeded your expectations as well.

The puppies were cute, the food was delicious, but Peter blew them both out of the water.

He was amazing, simply put. You could tell that he was nervous at first—and though you wouldn’t admit it, you were too—but that quickly faded throughout the night. He was funny and charming (but not in a charming way, more like a this dork is hopeless but it’s so endearing I think I may swoon way). He was also smart, which shined through in the things he said and did without him having to brag or draw attention to it. And he wasn’t putting any pressure on you the entire time—the date was casual and relaxed, without any hint of aggression or creepiness on his part. And considering your past dates… that was a major feat.

Most importantly though, he had yet to touch you.

This fact was also one that was becoming increasingly disappointing.

It was great that he appeared to be taking your treaty very seriously. There had been plenty of opportunities for him to hold your hand or place an arm around your shoulders, effectively tagging you and making you a zombie, but he hadn’t. You hoped that it was solely because of the game, but you also had a small fear that he just wasn’t interested after all.

Thanks to your circumstances, you really had no way of knowing short of asking him outright. Which you were not going to do.

“So…” Peter said once you were out of the restaurant and heading back to campus. He tugged subconsciously at the orange headband he wore around his head as he smiled down at you, only reminding you again that this game was effectively the biggest cockblock at the moment.

(Not that you were thinking about that of course! Just that…yeah. No touching.)

“So…” you mimicked, returning his smile and wondering if it would be worth losing the game just to reach out and grab his hand.

“I had a great time,” he finally decided on, meeting your eyes briefly before his gaze darted away. “I’m really glad that you blackmailed me into doing this.”

“Hey!” you protested, barely catching yourself before you playfully hit him in the shoulder. Something he noticed, if his smirk and glint of mischief in his eyes indicated anything. “It wasn’t blackmail. It was… a negotiation.”

“Okay, fine. We negotiated,” Peter acquiesced with a chuckle. “I uh… hope we can negotiate again in the near future?” His voice sounded so unsure and hopeful that any previous doubts you had faded away.

You grinned as you came to a stop in front of your dorm, wishing that this wasn’t the end of the night but glad that you now had the promise of more. “I would love that.”

“Hey!”

The voice made you both jump, and Peter’s gaze snapped somewhere over your left shoulder, his eyes narrowing. You whirled around, more than a little irritated that some jerk was interrupting your nice night, and was surprised to find that it really was just some random dude about twenty feet away from you.

“Do you know him?” you asked, raising a brow. You certainly didn’t recognize him from anywhere and couldn’t come up with a reason that he would be yelling at you—and it had to be at the two of you as there was no one else around at this time of night on a Friday. Everyone was either inside catching up on school work or out socializing elsewhere. Everyone except you and this jerk wearing a—oh.

“No, but he’s a player,” Peter pointed out in a whisper just as you came to the same conclusion. The guy was of average height and build, with shaggy blonde hair held back with an orange bandana that signified his zombie-status. And he was moving steadily toward you, a slow grin forming on his face.

Peter stepped up behind you, closer now but still not touching. Your eyes snapped to the side, gauging the distance between you and your dorm building and your chances of making it there before the guy tagged you.

“Hey,” Peter called back, making an effort to sound friendly but assertive. Unfortunately, assertiveness wasn’t really his strong suit and it came of as weary more than anything. “What’s up man?”

“You do realize that you’re standing next to one of the last fifteen humans in play, right?” the blonde zombie asked, bewilderment coloring his tone as he came to rest only a few feet from you. “Why haven’t you tagged her yet?!”

“We’re… friends,” Peter answered, stepping up beside you and glancing you out of the corner of his eye as though to confirm. You shrugged—you hardly knew what you were, but you knew you hoped it was more than friends. Now just wasn’t a good time to hash that out.

“Well, she isn’t my friend,” the guy responded with a snicker. He took another step forward the same moment you took one back. “And I’ve only got thirty minutes left to tag someone before I’m out of the game. So, sorry sweetheart, but you’re about to be it.”

A tense moment followed his statement, one that seemed to last forever but in reality, only took long enough for Peter to glance back at you to mouth one word: run.

You didn’t hesitate to listen. You spun on your heel, taking off toward your dorm as fast as you could, but the zombie was faster. He lunged after you, hand outstretched, and barely missed your shoulder when Peter tackled him.

You gasped in shock, eye blowing wide at the unexpected save, and froze.

“Go!” Peter called out, rolling off of the guy. You understood that he couldn’t exactly restrain the guy forever—you were just playing a game and at some point, it would become assault—but you wished that he could have bought you just a few more seconds. “I’m right behind you!”

Your feet responded before your mind did, which was great except that they decided to carry you in the opposite direction from your dorm. You suppose it made sense as Peter and the other zombie were blocking your path, but now you were just running aimlessly away. Impulse decisions really just weren’t a strength of yours.

You heard footsteps pounding behind you, and you picked up the pace. Man this guy was fast—even the quarterback from yesterday hadn’t put you through this kind of workout.

“Hey!” a voice you immediately recognized called out, and you stumbled in surprise. Peter’s hand shot out to help you, but he quickly caught himself and let it drop as he came to a stop beside you. “This way!”

He inclined his head in the direction of a gazebo to your right, and it was only then that you realized you had made it all the way to Campus Square. You nodded, taking his advice and dashing over to the gazebo with Peter hot on your heels. You both dove down to find cover in the bushes behind the gazebo and got as close together as you could without touching.

You sat there in silence, listening intently for the arrival of your zombie attacker before you started giggling.

“Uh… What’s so funny? Shouldn’t we be trying to be quiet right now?” Peter whispered, looking down to meet your eyes. You could barely make out his features in the dim lighting of the nearby lampposts, but you saw affection warring with the confusion and it made you smile.

“Yeah, it’s just… isn’t this so ridiculous?”

“Ridiculous?” Peter repeated, clearly still confused though he smiled when you laughed again. “What do you mean?”

“I mean this game,” you explained quietly. “We just spent this entire evening together, not touching once, so that I could stay in as a human. And then as soon as we get back to my dorm and our treaty is technically over, some other guy shows up to tag me. The timing is impeccable, yeah?”

“Yeah,” Peter agreed with a soft laugh, shaking his head. “I guess it is pretty ridiculous. But it feels wrong to tag you now, even with the treaty, you know? I just hope that we can make it back to your dorm without that guy finding us. He doesn’t really seem like the type to give up.”

You considered that, taking in the truth of his words. The solution seemed obvious.

“Peter.” You whispered his name like a prayer, tone suddenly sober and serious when previously it had been full of mirth.

He noticed the change immediately, eyebrows furrowing as he tried to interpret your meaning. “(Y/N)? What—”

You didn’t give him the chance to finish, deciding that it was now or never. Your hand shot out and grasped peter by the collar of his dress shirt to pull him down into a heated kiss.

His surprise was obvious—he jerked back in surprise and his lips remained frozen under yours. You were just about to accept that you had misread the situation and made a fool of yourself when he finally responded.

Losing the game was definitelyworth it.

His lips were soft and gentle as he brushed them against yours, and his touch was tentative but firm when he raised a hand to hold the back of your head. But it was sweet and loving in the way first kisses should be, and a warmth spread in your chest and stole your breath.

“Oh, come on!”

You both jumped apart, faces flaming red as you turned to find the zombie from earlier staring down at you in horror. “I was so close to getting you!”

“Sorry man,” Peter replied with a chuckle and a shrug after he got over the initial shock of being caught making out in the bushes. “I got her first.”

“Yeah, I see that.” The guy rolled his eyes but held a fist out for Peter to bump his against. “Good for you dude.”

He left after that, clearly sulking now that he was out of time to stay in the game, and you sighed in relief. “Boys are stupid.”

“Yeah,” Peter agreed with a laugh before standing and holding a hand out to help you up. “That we are.”

“Well, at least some are more tolerable than others,” you teased, unable to contain your smile. The only consolation was that Peter seemed to be having the same problem.

“Here,” he said, reaching out with steady hands to untie the orange bandana from around your arm. “We have to make it official.”

Your cheeks heated as he worked on retying the bandana securely around your head, marking you as a zombie. You hoped he didn’t notice. “I was really set on lasting longer you know.”

“Sorry,” Peter said with a sheepish grin, though you got the feeling he really wasn’t. “I guess that’s what you get for going on a date with a zombie.”

“Yeah, I guess,” you sighed heavily, casting your gaze to the ground. He tensed as he finished tying the bandana, and you knew he was seconds away from making a real apology when you said, “Worth it though. There’s no other zombie I’d rather have bite me.”

Peter pulled back, cheeks tinted pink and smile daring as he laughed. “Well, I didn’t bite you. But—”

“Slow down there Zombie Boy,” you laughed, grabbing his hand and leading him in the direction of your dorm. “Walk me home first and we’ll see where it goes.”

“Sounds like plan,” Peter agreed, easily falling into step with you. “Well negotiated as always.”

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aliypop · 4 years

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Be With The Stars

Wordcount: 2,179

A/n: So here’s a rewritten version Of how Alana became a smuggler and met han!

"Cantina... I've never been to one of those.." she whispered to herself, walking in she saw so many people of so many different planets that she couldn't help but stare in aw from taking it all in,

"Your kind isn't welcomed here,"

Alana looked at the waitress a bit angry at what she just said to AL-1 "She's with me, " she never did understand the hatred towards droids they were the kindest things ever, at least that's what she knew her AL-1 to be,

"You cheated!"

"You lost the game, and you lost your -"

" I wanna play.." Alana said sitting at the table of what looked like a group of roughings, thugs, and well mostly smugglers, but the person that stood out to her the most was a man wearing the most obnoxious colored cape she had ever laid eyes on in her life with a bright neon shirt to match it, her eyes were already studying the deck of cards although it wasn't like she had never played the game before,

"Why would a beautiful girl like yourself want to pla-"

"Deal me in.," she smirked, tossing her tiara in the pot, "A Nabooian tiara.. nice steal there," Alana looked at the young man confused by what he meant as a nice steal when it was, in fact, her own,

"Y-yeah stole it from the queen!" Alana smirked looking around the table,

"The queen is dead, anyways what's your name," he said trying to change the subject, there was something about this girl that had a mystery to her,

"Um... Lana Corge Clargo .." she stuck her hand out smiling,

"Call me Lando," he smirked kissing her hand, a waitress walked by winking at Lando, "Get her a Jawa Juice," he whispered, Alana was excited already making friends, and she had just landed on the planet, playing the game Alana began to learn more about Lando, he believed in luck, smooth-talking, and lots of flirting,

"So Clargo.," he smirked the two were the only ones left playing,

"Yes Lando.." she smiled shifting through her cards, she had already won 2 matches, but this one was for the big win, "Ever won a big bounty before," he asked as her head shot up from her cards," No.." she ignored his question,

"Why not go on an adventure.. go see the Galaxy.."

"-23!" she slammed the cards down on the table, taking everything in the pot since, after all, she did win, but the thing that struck out to her the most was a pair of golden Corellian spike dice, "I could take the Naboo Impulse out for a spin.," she replied to him, Lando looked at her, his eyes wide from what she had just said, every smuggler just about knew the existence of the coaxuim carrying machine that used to be named the Corellian Fury,

"So you're Clargo's daughter," Lando smirked, "Well why didn't you say so.," he laughed as Alana rolled her eye's, "Because .. wait you know my dad," she blinked at him Lando nodded as the two walked out of the Cantina,

"By the way, I like Corge better.."

"Y-You do?" she stuttered, Alana was new to this and very naive to the ideas of adventure, but she knew that this would work out for her in the long run, or so she had hoped, "It'll catch on quick," he winked, walking back to his ship, it was spacious bigger than a few ships she had ever seen,

"So why Tatooine of all places to run away to," he asked flipping the switches on, as she found her ways into his assortments of capes and cloaks, " Moisture farming sounded pretty nice," she shrugged her shoulders,

"And not the limelight of Royalty," he said as she poked her head out from the closet, "Pretty soon they'll be guards waiting for ya.."

"I left that life when I got here okay!" she sat in the co-pilot seat as Lando stared at her, "What's wrong.." she asked looking up at him naive eyes looking at ones with more experience, " L3.. is not gonna be happy about this.." he mumbled to himself, Alana looked out the from the ships window seeing the stars, but this time it was different, they shined brighter than what she was used to, her eyes wide filled with the galaxy in them, Lando couldn't help a bit but to smile,

"I take it you've never seen the stars before?"

"I have just not like this," she then turned to look away from her wondering child-like eyes fading away, "It's different when you choose to adventure rather than someone choose them for you," she laughed, looking around,

Months had passed, and Lando and Alana had begun to understand each other or at least he had liked to think so, "Is everything okay.. you haven't been yourself since Bespin," she asked not wanting to get on his bad side, she cared about the gambler, but she didn't know why maybe it was their long talks at night or the way he would try to sweet-talk her, whatever it was she couldn't explain it and she didn't know-how,

"I don't want to talk about it, Lana,"

"I thought you could trust me," she mumbled,

"Lana in this business you can't trust anyone," he laughed,

" You're too vulnerable to be a smuggler, You'll never be.." he stopped talking as Alana looked at him brows furrowed "Never be good at it.." she growled leaning closer towards him, her heart shattered at what he was implying,

"That's not what I was going to say.." he rolled his eyes at her, "But you're so quick to think with your heart and not with your head!" he leaned closer towards her, his hand around her waist pulling her more towards him, soft lips landing onto hers as she kissed him back, hands in his hair, pushing herself away from him,

"I can't do this.."

"Do what.."

"I can't like you, I know you don't believe in me, and that's fine I don't need you!" she laughed at him, "I can do this myself, "

"Fine, but don't come crawling back to me!" he laughed, "I never wanna see on my ship again!"

"I never wanna see it again!"

Lana was back on Tatooine with her droid, and so far things were going good for her when she wasn't on the run from bounty hunters and stormtroopers or smuggling spice for the Hutt mob and making runs for Voss, instead, she spent her time in the Cantina playing Sabacc and drinking Jawa Juice,

"Why the long face Corge.." the bartender asked, pouring her another drink, "You're in your prime, you're doing great, Hutt trusts you.." he smiled as she smirked a bit,

"Yeah, I just want something more than just that though, an adventure ain't worth anything if you can't share it with someone.." she laughed,

"No one interest you," walking in was a Wookiee and a disgustingly handsome young man with a blaster on his hip, something about him, gave her an odd feeling, she just didn't know where to pinpoint it,

“You know, sometimes I amaze even myself,” he smirked, he was charming and handsome, probably twenty-two at most,

"That's what you think," Lana mumbled under her breath, not caring if he heard her, his brown curls glowing like an angel, he must have been Corellian she could tell by how cocky he was,

"Well, well, well, if it isn't the legendary Lana Corge.." his eye's met in her direction, "Or the missing daughter of Na-"

PEW!

"Do you believe all rumors to be true Mr,"

"Solo, Han Solo," You've got good aim there.." he smirked lost in her eyes already, Chewie by his side, while her droid was right by hers, he looked like troubled, and she secretly loved it, she could tell he was new to the business, and she felt no remorse for him,

"Trust lightly.." she smirked, "AL-1 let's go-",

"Did you learn that from Lando.," he smirked, watching her stop in her tracks, her eyes were wide when he spoke the name, " What's it to you kid," she asked turning around to face him, "I should be calling you kid.," he mumbled, knowing that she heard him, walking away as he grabbed her by the wrist, " Let me go you nerf herder," she grumbled twisting her wrist out of his grasp, " let’s get one thing straight, I take orders from just one person.. me,” He whispered in her ear as she glared at him,

"Oh, that really scares me.." pushing past him as she began to walk back to her ship, she had always loved it, the beautiful seats, the soft Nabooian touches, and her father's lucky dice a rusting gold color from all the times he used them, holding a small bottle of spice in her hand as she looked at her droid she couldn't help but smile,

"We still got it.." her droid speaking back at her, a smile on her face, starting up the ship, "Something's missing.." Han said, looking around for his prized smuggled possession, he was looking for the small bottle of spice that was in his vest pocket fuming with anger as Chewie laughed at the slight idea of who might have stolen the bottle, racing outside the Cantina, he had seen a ship, it looked much like the Corellian Fury, and he was sure that it was,

"This damn ship! AL-1 hand me a tool!" Alana shouted under the control pannels as she hit her head "This ship is farkled," she mumbled under her breath, tired of the fact she had to fix up again, Han sat there listening to the younger woman cuss a slight smile on his face,

"Strong words there princess.." Han smirked watching her brows furrow, "The spice where is it, I know you have it somewhere," he began to walk towards her,

"I don't know what you're talking about." she shrugged, "You've got the wrong girl," laughing as she stood up, "And if I did do you know how much it's worth for Jabba to have it," she asked looking at Han,

"Of course I do, that's why I need it!" he shouted as Alana gave him a sly smile,

"Then why did you lose it," she asked getting closer to him,

"I didn't lose it, you took it," he growled, "And I want it back." cornering her against a wall, "You don't understand how important this is to me." Alana rolled her eyes, leaning under Han's arms to get back to fixing her ship, "If it's so important you should have hidden it better Mr. Solo, " biting her bottom lip as she winked at him, "Even if I did have it, it doesn't mean that I'd give it back to you!" she squeaked feeling the hard wall of the ship against her back, "Is that so.." he whispered, his hand now on her hip. Alana grabbed him by the wrist before he could get it. She began to like how clever he was, very much a street smarts kind of guy and she knew she liked it,

I should kill you," he gave her his most charming smirk,

" But you won't.. " she chuckled,

"Whys that sweetheart," he asked her leaning in closer towards her,

"You like me because I'm a scoundrel, there aren't enough scoundrels in your life.." Alana said pulling him by the collar, watching his eyes get wider by the second Han stood there almost frozen thinking as if he might have just met his match, and from what he witnessed he did,

"I think it's time for you to head back to your ship Mr.Solo," she smiled looking up at him her back still pressed to the wall, "Now if you excuse me-"

The taste of wine and strong remains of blood was stuck on the rough lips of Han Solo, Alana knew that deep inside she was enjoying the kiss, but she couldn't let him win just yet, she knew what he was doing and she was one step ahead of him, Han could taste the lingering remains of Jawa Juice on her breath, with the feel of lips smoother than any Nabooian fabric he'd ever heard of, hands resting on her waist finding the bottle,

"Not so fast Mr. Solo we've only just met.." she laughed, pulling away, "Maybe I could come with you," she whispered, "This is gonna be a big bounty, and I want in,"

"Listen, kid, I fly solo," Han smirked looking down at her, as she looked up at him, "Besides You'll get hurt.." he added on, seeing she wouldn't listen,

"Bruises add character besides you need a good luck charm.."

"You think you're a good luck charm,"

"I'm experienced, and besides you'll need me, I'm quick on my feet and I never get caught-" the two stopped talking as they heard laughter,

"Shut it Furball!"

"Shut it you sack of wires!"

#star wars #landocalrissian #han solo #alana mabecorge #fanfiction #hanxoc

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blue-mint-winter · 6 years

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Review: Thrawn Alliances (no plot spoilers)

Timothy Zahn’s second canonical book about Thrawn this time pairs him up with Anakin/Vader in two connected storylines, one set during the Clone Wars and another in the Empire Era (after season 3 of SW Rebels). It also features Padme, so fans of all three characters had a reason to get excited.

Unfortunately, the book suffers from too much zahnisms, as I like to call it. Although characters for the most part are recognizable as themselves (Padme the action girl and expert marksman gets her dues, smart and competent Anakin, menacing but controlled Vader, master strategist and detective Thrawn, helpful Artoo!), their purpose is to carry the plot from point A to B in a very clinical way. They’re all annoyingly logical, always thinking before doing, big planners type. While these traits fit Thrawn perfectly, others are written that way too. In Zahn’s world all characters think through their actions and discuss everything. They don’t just DO things and then see if it works, they don’t FEEL or act on a hunch, instead it’s always working through some problem HOW TO do something in a clever and efficient way. Then it’s all described in a devastating detail without a drop of suspense or excitement. Zahn must love Lifehacks. In effect, it makes for a dry and tedious read and everyone seems a little too robotical and their challenges feel purposely overcomplicated.

Character interactions are no better. Thrawn Alliances attempts to be another buddy cop adventure about a major villain and Anakin/Vader, with Anakin playing Watson to Thrawn’s Sherlock, but it all falls flat. The book proves that Vader-Thrawn pair has NO interesting chemistry to speak of. Their dynamic is simply boring to read about. Compared to it, Lords of the Sith is an amazing book with nuanced and exciting relationship between Vader and Palpatine (and I have so many problems with this book). Tarkin-Vader is a pinnacle of iconic villain partnership. But in Thrawn Alliances it’s constantly annoyed Vader questioning Thrawn’s loyalty to Empire as Thrawn toes the line and gets him to go along with his schemes. Anakin and Thrawn in the past storyline were marginally more interesting, because they were two strangers helping each other accomplish their parallel goals and appreciating each other’s competence. This is why I wish this book had Jar Jar just to completely screw with Thrawn’s plans and baffle him as despite the screw-ups everything works out in the end because of the Jar Jar Effect. The opportunity for a truly interesting duo with real differences to create friction to interact was completely missed here :(

From other character interactions, Anidala barely existed in this book, but it was portrayed adequately. I enjoyed the interactions between Kimmund and Rukh, Vader and Thrawn’s subordinates respectively, way more than their superiors. Also I really loved the small Padme-Artoo moment, because it’s so rare. It seems like the only moments together they had were in the films, so kudos to Zahn for that one.

Thankfully, my fears about Zahn once again nerfing Vader to make Thrawn look better weren’t realized. The author took care to show them as equals and on par with each other, though with different strengths. Vader’s portrayal itself was satisfactory and gave some insights, especially related to his Force abilities. Some would say that Thrawn was running circles around him but that is patently not true. Thrawn was using his smarts and constantly toeing the line so as not to incur Vader’s true wrath. We should all congratulate Thrawn for pulling his schemes and not getting choked in the process. Good job Thrawn for staying alive and not breathing through a tube in the end!

Let’s get to the plot (no spoilers) - it was okay. My main complaint is that in a typical Zahn fashion it was overcomplicated. Honestly, I felt that the past storyline would have made for a brilliant TCW arc. I’d rather watch the characters pull off all these clever tricks and solutions rather than read through the painstakingly described process of their every action. The best thing about the Empire storyline were the minor characters and the lore. The last two-fifths of the book uncover some mysteries and add new things to the canon lore that I think are going to be significant to the future SW stories. This definitely fills me with joy, because this book in the end is not just a pointless, self-contained filler. It establishes some facts that should be important to the Star Wars universe as a part of the bigger picture. It makes Star Wars exciting again and I can see new theories springing from this book. I myself have a few :)

Thrawn Alliances scores 6/10 from me. It was supposed to be 5 because I was mildly bored for the majority of the book, but the final act and the lore expansion increased my enjoyment of the story. However, I think the first Thrawn novel was a better read.

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fcklifeex · 6 years

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Finn Balor - Request 1

Request: Heeyyy girllll so I just wanted to say a few things and I'm sorry if I just came out of the blue. First of all your writing is amazing so you deserve the writing spot in wwe bc that dean ambrose fic is now my fave bc it was so cute ☺️ and if I can I would like to request a story with Finn balor where you guys have a young child and they have a nerf gun war ending badly??? Cute and funny with a tad bit of angst . Sorry if it's weird

Paring: Finn Balor/Reader

Y/N - Your Name // Y/S/N - Your Son’s name

I woke up to the feel of something hitting me, opening my eye only to be hit in the face again.

“What in the…” I sat up to see my son shooting both Finn and I with a two nerf guns in hand.

With a laugh, i nudged Finn who slept like a dead man.

Finn rubbed his eyes, leaning up on his elbows slowly realizing what was happening before he started laughing.

“There's the birthday boy!” Finn smiled sitting up in bed.

Today was Y/S/N’s 4th birthday and each year after he went to bed the night before, we’d leave one present in the room for him to wake up to then he’d get the rest later in the day.

This year, my amazingly thoughtful husband decided our son was old enough for a nerf gun without any consideration of how extremely annoying it would be for the rest of us.

“Daddy, daddy - play with me!” Y/S/N yelled in excitement as he tossed the second gun onto Finn.

Unfortunately, our baby also had no sense in aim and it landed right on his groin. Finn toppled over in pain but the kid was already running out of the room and I couldn’t help but laugh.

“You find this funny do yah?” He grunted as he cupped himself.

“I’m just adoring the fact that I was right.” With a laugh, I leaned in to give him a kiss before getting out of bed to throw on a robe.

“You’re not right!” He protested as his lips curled into a smile unable to keep from laughing.

“I’ll make breakfast.” I laughed, brushing him off as he ran out of the room in his boxers to chase after our little brown eyed boy.

After brushing my teeth and washing my face, I headed downstairs into the kitchen, pulling out everything I needed to make pancakes and played some music off my phone. Seeing as it was only 7 in the morning, the birthday party wouldn’t be for hours giving me plenty of time to set up later.

The sound of two sets of footsteps could be heard all throughout the house and I smiled to myself watching them come down the stairs, shooting mercilessly at each other while they laughed.

It really was so heartwarming to see. Finn was on the road a lot and he was always tired but he never let it show when it came to anything our son and I wanted to do.

I danced around to the music, mixing the batter when suddenly I was covered in batter when an array of nerf bullets shot into my mixing bowl.

“Finn! Y/S/N!” I yelled but I couldn't help but laugh when they both attacked me with kisses, as apology.

“Sorry mama!” They said simultaneously as Finn kissed my cheek and head while Y/S/N kissed my hip and stomach.

“I married a child.” I laughed to myself as I grabbed a towel to wipe myself off while they ran off shooting at each other again.

Suddenly a high pitched squeal can't from the back stairs.

“Shit.” I heard Finn’s voice followed by our son crying. “Y/N!”

I immediately stopped everything and ran towards the sound of the crying to be met by blood on the stairs and Finn holding our son.

“What the hell happened?!” I asked, cupping the baby’s face to find the source of the blood. He had a rather large cut on the bottom of his chin and I looked at Finn demanding an answer.

“He tripped on the stairs and hit his chin, i think he needs stitches.” Finn said taking a closer look.

“I told you he wasn’t ready for a nerf gun!” I hit Finn in the arm before walking into the bathroom to grab a towel and covering the baby’s gash. “Now we have to take him to the hospital, on his birthday nonetheless!”

“He’ll be okay, it’s just a small cut.” He returned trying to sooth the crying child. “Right buddy?”

I shot him and evil look and we rushed to change into clothes before strapping him in the car with me in the backseat still holding the towel on his chin while Finn rushed us to the hospital.

In the emergency room we checked him in and were quickly ushered into the back. The boy hadn’t stopped crying and I hadn’t stopped fuming at Finn.

“Hey, these things happen babe. He’s a kid.” He tried before pressing a kiss on my head.

“I know he’s a kid, that doesn’t mean he should be almost dying at every turn!”

Finn laughed and ruffled the baby’s hair. “He didn’t almost die, he just learned a lesson about running up stairs, right bugger?”

Teary eyed, the baby nodded and Finn shot us both a smile. Soon the doctor came in and I held Y/S/N while they gave him a total of 4 stitches underneath his chin. To my surprise he didn’t cry or scream out, he just braved it all. After the doctor was finished, he gave our son a sticker and a high-five before stepping out to review aftercare with Finn.

“Look at you.” I smiled down at the baby. “You were so brave.”

“Good job, bud!” Finn smiled as he walked back in and gave him a high five. Now you’re just like mommy and daddy! Look.” He said lifting his chin to show his and I lifted my head to do the same.

Finn had gotten his while wrestling of course while I had gotten my scar from being a clumsy child just like Y/S/N. I guess I was a little harsh on Finn. These things happen all the time.

“Yup, now you’re officially part of the club.” I joked, kissing his head.

After checking him out, we strapped him in the backseat again while Finn and I sat up front on the drive home.

“I’m sorry about freaking out.” I said quietly.

Finn looked over at me, taking my hand in his to lace our fingers together as he drove. “Don’t worry about it, I like when you get into mama-bear mode.”

With a small laugh, i brought his hand up to my lips to press a kiss against it. “I love you.”

“Love you too baby.” He smiled before looking in the rear-view at the baby. “Now - who’s ready for their birthday party?” “Meeee!” Y/S/N yelled excitedly from the back.

*Gifs not mine!

I hope you enjoyed, and as always - let me know if you have a request!

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a-mess-of-a-princess · 6 years

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Does the Past Make the Future

Chapter 2

It's been about a month since you first met Luciel, he told you his baptismal name around the 2nd date, and you thought it was adorable so you stuck with it.

You and Luciel see each other as often as possible. He has a very, creative, way of looking at dates. Not that you were complaining in the least, everything single one has been so much fun. Seriously, this boy is amaze-balls.

There has been cliché dates, movie and dinner, bowling, and put-put. But there was also been elaborate and different ones as well, you went to the science center and played in all the children focused exhibits, the take-out “camp-out” at your apartment, and your favorite the nerf war picnic at the park.

This date was the sweetest, cutest, most fun date you have ever had. Luciel texted you saying to wear something similar to work-out clothes and then to meet you at the park, he would never tell you what he had planned and unfortunately you were not as creative as him. Once you get there you see a little picnic basket and a line of nerf guns and ammo.

“Okay,” he starts, “The rules: no crotch shots, no boobs shots, avoid the face, and…. WIN!!!”

He immediately grabs a nerf gun and starts shooting. You squeal and run to grab one trying to avoid getting hit. Once you have one, you start shooting in his direction blindly. You grab a thing of ammo and run to hide. The two of you just continue to run around, shoot, duck, hide, and pick up stay nerf bullets until you trip backwards on a stick and fly towards the ground. Luciel was fairly close and tries to catch you, but ultimately fails, tripping himself. He barely catches himself before landing right on top of you.

You had covered your face to avoid a bloody nose, but when there is no impact. You uncover your face to see Luciel inches from yours. He is wide-eyed and panting. His eyes flicker to your lips then back up. Your eyes move to his when his tongue slips out to wet his own. Slowly he leans forward towards you. The moment before his lips touch yours you think, ‘this is so cheesy.’

The kiss was barely a touch before he pulls back to gauge your reaction. You smile and slide your hand to cup his face and pull him back down to kiss you again. His lips are slightly chapped but you don't mind, you are sure yours are as well. Even though your lips aren't in sync the kiss is still lovely. He licks your lips to ask for permission you quickly comply. You can feel him sigh once he enters your mouth. You swirl your tongue around his and he groans. He licks the roof of your mouth and--

“Excuse me…. This is a public park. Have some dignity!” you both look up to see cranky looking woman in her late 40s. She is staring down at the both of you with such disdain. You can't help but giggle. Luciel looks at you and collapses bursting into laughter as well. You don't know how long you laugh but when you are able to breathe again you see Luciel staring at you, you can’t quite depict what is there but he quickly blushes and looks away. After a few seconds, he jumps up and helps you up as well.

“I think it time for food!” Never letting go of your hand he walks over the basket and sits down pulling you next to him. You laugh when he opens it up to see premade sandwiches and chips. There is a small thing of fruit in the corner that makes you smile even wider. The two of you sit there for hours just talking and laughing. You adore the way Luciel waves his hands around animatedly when he talks.

The two of you began to pick up all the stray ammo, finishing just before the sunset. Luciel is leaning on a tree when you walk over with the last of the nerf bullets. He looks up at you and blushes. You are confused as to why when he looks away and opens his arms towards you. You smile brightly and move his legs so you can sit between them, he sputters a bit but quickly recovers. He wraps arms around you and leans his chin on your shoulder. You shiver slightly when he noses your neck. He smirks and looks up to watch the sunset.

****

That was about two weeks ago, today you are heading over to his bunker. He said he doesn't usually have people over because his brother is “sensitive” as he put it and again, you didn't press. You pull up and park your car. You just step out to see Luciel already running towards you. He tackle hugs you and smashes your lips together.

“___!!! Come in!” he tries to drag you in but you stop.

“Luciel, I need to grab the groceries!” You reach inside to grab the bags and you see through the window that Luciel is staring at your ass. So, being a tease you shake it a little bit then stand up. You walk up to him and kiss him the cheek and begin to walk towards the house. You hear Luciel groan before letting you in. You give him a funny look when he opens the door with a voice password, but dismiss it when you remember he said he was a hacker for a living.

Once inside he directs you to the kitchen. You told him you would cook for him and Saeran. You have yet to meet him but Luciel speaks of him often and quite fondly.

You were just going to make a simple meal, nothing too fancy, there was less chance of messing up that way. Luciel tried to help, but the poor boy knew nothing about cooking. You ended up forcing him to sit and watch.

Half way through you hear the front door open and soon Saeran is standing in the kitchen just looking at you in confusion.

“ Saeran! ___ is making us dinner! Come and socialize!” Saeran doesn't move an inch.

“Hi!” You beam at him, “it's nice to finally meet you!” You reach out your hand and take a step towards him. Saeran flinches and steps back, he then glares daggers at you.

“Saeran--” Luciel starts but you interrupt him.

“Luciel, it's fine.” You look at Saeran. “I'll make you a plate. And if you don't feel comfortable eating with us I'll leave it in the fridge, okay?” You smile gently at him.

Saeran acts as if he doesn't hear you, other than to say, “That's not his name.” You look at him in confusion.

His is much louder when he speaks next. “Luciel is NOT HIS NAME!”

Luciel goes to stand in front of you but you push him back. Luciel looks about to protest but you shoot him a glance then focus on Saeran.

“Okay, that's my bad. I'm sorry.” Saeran isn't even looking at you anymore he is just staring at the floor shaking. You take a step closer to him and his eyes dart to you. He is on the verge of hyperventilating and soon his knees give out. It looks as if he is struggling within himself. You come two more steps closer before getting on your knees as well, never once breaking eye contact.

“Saeran,” You say gently, “can you listen to me?” You wait until you see a nod, you smile at him. “Good, do you think you can talk?”

“Yes...” his voice is barely above a whisper.

“Perfect. Is it okay if I take your hand?” After some hesitation he grabs ahold of your hand. “Now can you name 5 things you can see in this room?” It takes him a few seconds but he finally replies.

“The stove, fridge, table, dishwasher, Saeyoung,” you assume Luciel is Saeyoung and don't say anything.

“Great, now can you tell me 4 things that you feel? Physically.”

“The floor, my clothes, heat, you,” You smile at him again.

“You are doing great sweetheart, 3 things you can hear?”

“My heart, the clock, the food cooking.” at this Luciel panics and goes to turn off the stove and you can see the smallest upward lift of Searan’s lips.

“Okay. 2 things you can smell?

He gives a small smile, “the food again, and your perfume.”

“Awesome, and one thing you like?”

“Ice cream.” Saeran closes his and breathes deeply. When he finally opens his eyes again he looks calm and kind of embarrassed.

You beam at him again, “Is it okay if I give you a hug?” Saeran looks at Luciel and then back at you before nodding. You lean and give him a small hug before getting up. You offer to help him but he gets up on his own. Without another word, you go back and start cooking again. You smile over at him.

“Again, if you aren't comfortable I can leave you a plate in the fridge.”

Saeran blinks at you but quickly makes his face emotionless. “I think… I'll eat with you guys.” He then sits down at the table and starts to play on his phone. Luciel looks between the two of you before smiling and going over to join his brother.

****

The dinner was pretty fun, after everything cooled down. Saeran and Luciel were bittering back and forth, they sounded like an old married couple. And when you voiced your opinion Saeran faked gagged and smirked at you, while Luciel hugged you and faked whined about how you were his wife not Saeran who then hit the back of Lucel’s head.

The boys insisted on doing the dishes, not that you put up much of a fight. You left the kitchen to go sit on the couch, you could hear them talking but didn’t want to listen in. You put your focus on some game on your phone until you heard footsteps coming your way. You turned to see Luciel coming and he plopped down to lay on the couch, using your lap has a pillow. You began to play with his hair and he hummed in contentment. It was silent for a moment before Luciel spoke.

“He was right you know, that isn’t my real name.” He looked up at you to see your reaction. You simply smiled.

“That tends to be the case when someone says their “baptismal” name. I even figured that and I’m not catholic.”

“Hmm good point,” he looked at his hands then back at you. “It’s Saeyoung.”

“Is there a reason why you prefer not go by that name?” You continue to pet his head; how can someone’s hair be so soft?

He looks like he is having an internal debate with himself, like he isn’t sure he should say. Or maybe he is nervous? Does he think you will think badly of him? There is no way. You are about to tell him that he doesn’t have to tell you if he doesn’t feel comfortable.

“Because our mother is a bitch,” you startle when you hear Saeran speak from behind the couch. “I won’t give you the gruesome details but our mother was a terrible person. She would beat us for shits and giggles.”

“That’s not--” Luciel starts but Saeran stops him.

“It doesn’t matter why, all that needs to be said is that she did.” Saeran looks at you and his face softens a bit. “Thank you for earlier.” You shake your head at him.

“There is no reason to thank me, I was just trying to help.”

“Still, thank you,” You want to ask but you know you shouldn’t Saeran must see it in your face. He walks over and sits on the table in front of you. “I know I probably shouldn’t tell you but I’m going to anyway. We all need someone who wasn’t a part of this mess to know what happened. I don’t freak out like that just because of our mother. ” Saeran looks over and Luciel (Saeyoung?) who has sat up and is staring at the ground. “I am going to make it short and probably leave out some details but I’ll tell you the gist.” He stops to take a death breath. “There was this woman, Rika, who may or may not have had a few loose screws. Well, she basically started a cult, Mint Eye, the purpose of this cult was to bring paradise. It was pretty vague on that part. She brainwashed me and turned me against Saeyoung instead of helping me like she was supposed to. In doing so I hurt a lot of people, including Yoosung and almost MC.” He stopped to take another breath. “I was going to either blow up MC or kidnap her or something. I don’t know but Yoosung and Saeyoung saved her. She and Saeyoung then came and saved me. There is a bunch of details that I really don’t want to go over but basically that is the gist.”

Saeran was looking at you waiting to see what you would do. You stood up, and pulled him to his feet as well. He looked kind of scared but stood up anyway. You didn’t ask for permission, you didn’t even think you just hugged him. He stood stoic for a while before finally hugging you back. You felt him shake a bit but he stopped so quickly you weren’t sure if you imagined it. He released you and then awkwardly patted your head before leaving the room.

You look over at Luciel, whom has been quiet this whole time, he doesn’t move so you go to sit next to him and wrap an arm around his shoulder. He, in turn, wraps his arms around your waist. You sit in silence for a bit. Your mind runs wild, but selfishly, not on the information you were just given. You could tell him, both Saeran and Luciel, they would understand! You haven’t told anyone the full truth, not even MC. Your life is full of half turths, but these two? They could know it all and not look at you any different. Right?

“From now on,” you look down at Luciel who is gazing up at you. “Call me Saeyoung.”

#chapter 2 #fic #saeyoung choi #saeran choi #mysme #mystic messenger #mysme saeyoung #mysme saeran #mysme 707 #mysme luciel #mysme unknown

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camsthisky · 7 years

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dick with "let go"? ;)

For @laquilasse and @preciousthingsareprecious who were trying to cheer me up all of last night. Sorry it’s not exactly the fluff I promised. Also, thank you @jerseydevious. You’re the reason this prompt got finished, even though you’re also the one who prompted it?

P.S. This is almost 2k, and it keeps happening. Sorry for taking so long with these prompts and thanks for the patience!

Dick wakes up slowly. Everything’shazy at the very edges when he opens his eyes, still tinged with the softnessof sleep. There are fingers running through his hair, and his head is insomeone’s lap. There’s sunlight filtering through the curtains of the livingroom, and he’s asleep on the couch, he realizes. The TV plays soft in thebackground.

It’s—it’s something straight out ofhis first year at the manor, even though it’s been around fifteen years sincethen.

“Bruce?” he whispers. “Wha—”

But Bruce hushes him. “Go back tosleep, Dick,” he says, his voice unusually gentle. “I’ll be here when you wakeup.”

Dick doesn’t know why he’s on thecouch in the living room, or why his head’s in Bruce’s lap, but he thinks thatthe why doesn’t really matter right now. He’s content, and that’s enough. Hegoes back to sleep.

When he wakes up again, Bruce is still there, but Dick’s feeling a lotless content than when he was last awake. The room isn’t actually darker than before, but there’s a gray hue to the world, andDick can’t help but tense up in anticipation for what this day will bring.

“Are you awake?” Bruce asksquietly, his fingers never stopping as they run through his hair.

“Yes,” Dick whispers. His chesttightens, and there’s this lump in his throat that he can’t seem to swallowpast. Bruce seems to sense this, because he nudges Dick off of his lap to situp and curls an arm around Dick to bring him close. Dick falls into the embraceeasy.

Bruce doesn’t say anything when thetears prick at his eyes and he has to bury his face into his father figure’schest. The day his parents fell. The day that had changed everything. Even somany years later, he can’t figure out why it still hurts so much. And why it’s always really only today that’s the worst.

But Bruce understands. He alwaysunderstands. Always keeps track of everything. And Dick’s glad for once thatBruce knows how to deal with something like this. It makes him feel less alone.

“Sorry,” Dick says, his voice thickwith tears. “Sorry, Bruce.”

“I know it hurts,” Bruce tells him,squeezing him lightly as he tucks Dick’s head under his chin. “I know itdoesn’t feel good right now, but you know that tomorrow is going to look just alittle brighter.”

“I know,” Dick sniffs.

Bruce nods. “Good.”

And they stay like that for a longtime. Even in his twenties, even grown up, Dick’s almost never felt safer andmore at home than in Bruce’s arms.

“Will you stay with me today?” Dickasks after a while. Bruce pulls away slightly, looking confused by thequestion, and Dick wipes at the cheeks and elaborates, “It’s just, last year Ididn’t even go visit them. It was only me, Damian, and Alfred. And I didn’t get to just…sithere with you.”

He couldn’t have gone. He hadn’teven realized the anniversary had passed until a week later. He’d been waistdeep in trying to juggle the cowl and Wayne Enterprises and Damian, and there had been no time to grieve at his parents’ graves. All three of them.

Now that there is, now that he’s already gone today, he doesn’t wantto be alone.

“Of course I’ll stay,” Bruce says,an understanding look in his eyes. It’s rare nowadays to see this side of Bruce,but the anniversaries of loved ones were something that everyone in this messedup family understood.

“Wait what?” Tim asks, poking hishead into the living room and blinking at the two on the couch. “I thought youwere going to drop me and Steph off at the mall today. You know, since Alfredis currently babysitting?”

Dick closes his eyes, because hereally should have expected something like this. When he opens his eyes, healso pulls away from Bruce and sits up a little straighter. Bruce looksirritated, maybe by the fact that Dick’s getting up or the fact that Timinterrupted them. But either way, he doesn’t look happy.

“Don’t worry about it, B,” Dicksays, pushing himself to his feet. “I’m going to see if I can get a hold ofWally or Roy or someone.”

“Dick,” Bruce protests, grabbingDick’s wrist before he can get too far. “I can drop Tim and Stephanie off andthen come back. It won’t take too long.”

Tim winces, and Dick finds himselfgetting irrationally angry. Bruce spreads himself too thin, makes emptypromises sometimes, and Dick doesn’t really appreciate it right now. “I’ll befine, Bruce. Besides, Jason’s coming over today, isn’t he?”

He is. They both know it. Jason hadsaid that today had been the only day he wasn’t working, so Bruce had invitedhim over to work on a case. Dick had encouraged it when he’d found out, happyto see that his family was finally trying to get along after such a long time.Except, that had been before Dick had realized what day today is.

“Yes,” Bruce says, stubborn asever. “But I can reschedule.”

“No, you can’t,” Dick says. If hedoes, then Jason will never try to come over again, too afraid that Bruce istrying to forget about him. That can’t happen. Dick tugs at the wrist Bruce isstill holding. “Let go, Bruce. I’ll be fine.”

Bruce does, but there’s thispinched look on his face. Tim is watching both of them with wary eyes, maybewaiting for an argument. But Dick’s not in the mood to argue with anyone rightnow. Especially not Bruce. He’s angry, but he’s also sad and grieving. He won’t fight with Bruce forjust trying to be a good parent.

Even if sometimes he royally sucksat it.

“We’ll stay in tonight,” Brucedecides, without even consulting Dick, but all Dick can do is sigh.

“Fine,” He says as he walks pastTim, wishing that he didn’t feel so alone and empty as he says it. “We’ll stay in.”

One successful phone call to Wally and onefailed phone call to Roy later, Dick’s staring into his bowl of cereal, like ifhe waits long enough, it’ll give him the answers to the meaning of life. Dicksnorts. Meaning of life? Hell if he knows.

“Hey,you brat! We haven’t even started yet!” Dick hears from the hallway, and hestartles, looking up just as Jason does a tuck and roll into the kitchenholding—gun. That’s a gun. In the manor. Dick stands up, wallowing andcereal completely forgotten as he opens his mouth to—well. He doesn’t know whathe’s going to say, but just as he goes to say it, he’s hit in the forehead witha nerf gun dart.

Dick stares at the dart as it fallsinto his cereal bowl, and then he looks at Jason, and then past Jason to whereDamian’s standing frozen in the door, sporting a—they’re nerf guns. They’re having a nerf gun war.

It’s like the world’s frozen for asecond, just the three of them staring at each, and then Jason yells, “I getDickface on my team!”

Damian stomps his foot. “Thatleaves you Drake and I a team member short,” he huffs, crossing his arms. “It’snot fair when you and Grayson are both more proficient at shooting a gun thananyone else participating.”

“Too bad, Demon Brat,” Jasonsnickers, grabbing Dick’s wrist and marching him towards Damian. Dick’s toobewildered to protest. “Dick’s on mine and Steph’s team now, and there’snothing you can do about it.”

“Hey!” Tim says, jogging down thehallway with Cass and Stephanie in tow. “I finally managed to convince Cass toplay.”

Damian looks a little put off, buthe grumbles, “Fine. Then Grayson can be on your team, Todd.”

Steph pumps her fist into the air.“Sweet! Let’s get this showdown started!”

The entire conversation, Dick’ssitting there with Jason holding onto his wrist while he gapes like a fish outof water. His whole family—minus Bruce and Alfred—have decided to have a nerfgun war. Without Dick having tocoerce them into anything. It’s amazing.

But Dick also really just wants tofind Bruce and cry until he falls asleep. He doesn’t—

“Dick?” Tim asks, a hesitant lookon his face. “Bruce told me about today. If you don’t want to play—”

“I’m fine,” Dick tells him, sendingTim a small smile. He’s a performer after all. He may not feel good, but he’snot going to pass up the chance of having his whole family in one place. Andmaybe if he plays, that tight feeling in his chest will finally go away. He cancry and wallow in self-pity later. “I’ll play.”

Jason raises an eyebrow in hisdirection, but Dick sends him back a frown warning him off and Jason just raiseshis hands in surrender. “Whatever, Goldie. Let’s get this show on the road.”

“Two teams, then,” Damian says,scowling. He holds up two fingers and continues, “We are playing with whatBrown has designated as ‘Capture the Flag rules.’”

“What are the flags?” Tim asks.

Stephanie grins and holds up—wait.

“Are those my old Supermanpajamas?” Dick asks, bewildered. “And isn’t that Jason’s old Wonder Womanshirt?”

“No,” Stephanie says, her smilecompletely and totally vicious, “It’s his new one.”

“Hey!” Jason yells, pouncing forit, but Steph dodges. “You can’t be on my team anymore, Steph. Cass! You’re onmine and Dick’s team now! Tim and Damian can have Steph!”

“We called Cass,” Tim argues.“Besides, you and Steph teamed up first. You’re stuck with her.”

“Timmy,” Steph gapes, still dodgingJason’s attempt to grab his Wonder Woman shirt. “I’m offended. You don’t wantto be with me?”

“You literally hit me in the face with the nerf gun at the mall.”

“So?”

Tim rolls his eyes. “We get Cass.Jason, you’re stuck with Steph.”

Jason growls and manages to grabhis shirt from Stephanie. “Fine. But we’re using a different flag.”

Damian scoffs. “Ridiculous.”

And Dick, watching his familybicker and argue over a game, can’t help it when his eyes burning. Jason’sstill holding his wrist, so he brings his other hand up to cover his eyes andducks his head, hoping to hide the action. But he can’t hide the sound of hissobs he can feel when his familyfreezes, and their arguing cuts off.

“Dick,” Tim says, sounding pained,but Dick just shakes his head.

“I’m okay,” Dick croaks out, thetight feeling loosening. “I’m—”

He’s happy. Yes, he’s sad, but his whole family. His entire family, is here. All of hissiblings. And he’s sure that Bruce and Alfred are somewhere in the manor, too.They’re all here, and Dick—Dick’s so happy.

That warmth from earlier, when he’dbeen sleeping in Bruce’s lap, it’s back. The cold, empty feeling is gone, andall he can feel is the love from this family him and Bruce had managed to find,someway, somehow.

Yes, he misses his parents, and heknows that ache will never go away. But it doesn’t mean that he doesn’t haveany family. For some reason, he’d forgotten that. Last year had been hell, justhim and Damian and Alfred, his entire family in pieces, and it took this to make Dick realize that hisfamily is finally back together again.

He’s happy. He’s so happy.

And he looks up, tears in his eyes,and says, “Let’s play.”

#dick grayson #bruce wayne #tim drake #batclan #dc #prompt #angst prompts #jerseydevious #camryn writes

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miguels-talons · 7 years

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Jack's Daycare for Egos

(Keep in mind that my strong subject in writing is dark themes and scenarios so this was a first time writing something this cute for me fully. Just tell me if it’s any good):

Marvin happily skips down the hall as he heads for the daycare that day, his blanket cape flowing out behind him. He holds a small lunchbox at his side and he rounds the corner just as someone darts past him, nearly knocking into him. He catches a glimpse of red and hears a loud laugh before it’s gone. He balances himself and lets out a small grunt of annoyance because he already knows who it was. He’ll have to prank him later.

For now, he steps into the classroom and is hit by all of the noise and chaos that is his daycare. He watches the red blur(Jackieboy) rush past once more, hurrying to the snack area because currently Jack is being distracted by Schneeple trying to perform an actual operation on an actual lizard with a random assortment of toys. Chase is running after Robbie who doesn’t seem to notice he’s being chased by Chase and Anti is yelling something about how stupid Jack is.

A normal day.

Jack finally has somehow gotten the lizard from Schneeple and has now noticed Jackieboy in the snack area. He lets out a groan of frustration and notices Marvin. “Here hold this,” he said hurriedly and basically throws the lizard into Marvin’s hands.

The self proclaimed magician fumbles a moment before catching the actually fairly late lizard and holds it up, looking at its face. It slowly blinks at him and Marvin grins widely because he thinks it’s cute.

Jack has grabbed Jackieboy and is carrying him into the center of them. “Alright, get over here everyone!” He called none too kindly. He knows that each of the children here have the minds of adults- they’re just stuck in child bodies and child like actions.

Marvin skips over to where Jack is and frowns when he notices Signe isn’t there. “Where’s Wiishu?” He asked with a slight whine in his tone, setting his lunchbox and hugging the lizard close to his chest. He likes the lizard and he thinks the lizard likes him, too.

Robbie runs into Marvin’s back a moment later because the zombie can’t really see and so the magician grabs one of his hands. But because they hadn’t moved Chase runs face first into Robbie a second later and the three go tumbling to the floor. Marvin can just hear Anti laughing loudly nearby as he’s pushing back up. He turns back to help Robbie up, too.

“Signe couldn’t make it today,” Jack replied and he sets Jackieboy on the floor. The little hero pouts and crosses his arms over his chest and then throws a glare at Anti for laughing at the three who fell. “So, it’s just me.”

Every kid there groans unhappily.

“Hey! Do y'all not like me or something?” Jack demanded in a yell.

Anti hops over to the center now, hands clasped behind his back as he plops down into a criss-cross-applesauce sitting. “Course we don’t!” He informed with a mischievous grin. “You suck!”

There’s a collective “oooo” from everyone but Robbie now. Robbie doesn’t seem to know about anything happening around him. Probably cause he doesn’t. Marvin sits down and pats the spot beside him and Robbie sits next to him. The magician then pulls out another bracelet he’d made the day prior- this one is a deep purple like Robbie’s hair- and slips it onto the zombie’s wrist.

It takes a moment before Robbie notices it but when he does a large grin splits across his face very slowly. Marvin grins as well. A moment later and Schneeple sits down beside Robbie. These three are what Signe calls the “Dream Team” of the daycare. They’re normally together doing everything, hardly ever breaking from each other’s sides. Marvin calls their team name “The Cool Kids” but Anti always disagrees cause he’s “the coolest kid”.

Jack sighs in frustration and pinches the bridge of his nose. He does that a lot when watching the kids, especially when he’s alone.

“Anti, what did Signe tell you about saying those kind of words?” He asked, crossing his arms over his chest. He looks very much like a dad scolding his child.

Anti scowls and places his hands on his hips, sticking his tongue out at Jack. “Well she’s not here right now!” He pointed out.

“Yes, well, because she’s not here I’ll wash your mouth out with soap if you say something like that again,” Jack explained with little patience in his tone and Marvin gags at that thought. All of the kids tense up because oh yeah Jack can be meaner without Wiishu around keeping them safe from his Irish wrath.

Anti’s scowl deepens but he relents. Marvin’s glad because he thinks it’s for the best.

“Now, kids,” Jack began to address the rest of the “children”, spinning around as he does so. Jackieboy always seems to like to sit behind whichever way Jack and Signe are facing. Chase is sitting in the stool like the kids aren’t supposed to but Jack doesn’t seem to care to be getting onto him. “Because Signe isn’t here today, we’re staying in all day!”

This causes an immediate outrage.

No going outside?! Oh, the pain, the torture! How could Jack say that!

Anti is shouting his protests, Chase has gotten up and is now proceeding to “kick” Jack’s shins(it’s more of a tap of the toes, really), Schneeple has run off because he’s so upset, Jackieboy is trying to calm Anti and still yell at Jack and Marvin has stood up as well, continuing to hold the lizard in his arms. Robbie continues to sit and stare but he’s glaring at the floor now because even he isn’t happy about not going outside.

Marvin does fall silent, however, as soon as he sees Jack’s eye begin to twitch out of annoyance. He sits back down next to Robbie and lets the zombie poke his new lizard friend out of curiosity.

“I eat it?” Robbie asked.

“No, he’s a friend,” Marvin replied, hugging the lizard to his chest again. It licks his hand with a long and slimy tongue. The two, to encompassed in their own little lizard world now, don’t notice what happens with Jack and the rest of the kids after that. When Marvin does resurface, however, the stool is stuck in the wall, and Anti is in time out.

“Oh, Marvin, you’ve still got the lizard,” Jack said and he’s finally walking over towards Marvin and Robbie. These two are normally the most forgotten because they’re so quiet. Jack holds a hand out, possibly for the lizard. “Here, I’ll take it outside.”

Marvin holds the lizard even closer and shakes his head. “No!” He denied and turns his head away from Jack. “He’s my friend now!”

“Seriously, Marvin, you’re gonna be a pain, too?” Jack asked exasperatedly.

“I don’t see why it’s a problem for me to keep the lizard,” Marvin protested and placed the lizard on his shoulder. The lizard perches there and stays still, tongue hanging from between its lips. “He’s not a problem.” He peers around Jack. “Though I think Chase has another nerf gun.”

Jack’s eye twitches and he turns instantly after hearing this, storming off towards said kid who is currently shooting at the only undamaged wall. Which is now getting damaged. By Chase’s bullets.

“Chase!” Jack yelled but Marvin isn’t paying attention any because Schneeple is walking to them.

“Here, Robbie,” Schneeple said, handing the zombie a piece of paper with a crayon. The zombie grins widely and takes the offered items, laying the piece of paper out and begins to scribble all across it. He has always enjoyed the sound of the crayon scraping across the paper.

Schneeple then sits in front of Marvin and notices the lizard on his shoulder. “Oh! You found my patient!” He exclaimed and reaches for it but Marvin slaps his hand away. “Hey!”

“No, he’s my friend now!” Marvin pointed out like he had to everyone else. Everyone seriously needs to stop taking his lizard.

“Oh yeah? Then what’s his name?” Schneeple asked, crossing his arms over his chest as he glared over at the magician who is now pursing his lips.

“His name is Pickle,” Marvin declared, patting the lizard’s head. Schneeple’s mouth falls open.

“That doesn’t matter!” He shouted angrily. “I found him first! Give him!”

And then suddenly the hand Robbie is using to draw falls off. They all fall silent because of this and the zombie holds up his wrist to stare at it in confusion. “Why.. no draw?” He asked Marvin.

“Because your hand came off, of course!” Schneeple informed and scoots over, grabbing his hand. This seems to make him forget about the lizard. “I’ll put it back on!”

Marvin pushes to his feet because now he’s bored and wants to practice his magic tricks. He pulls out one of his packets of cards and pours the cards into his hand, looking around for someone to amaze. His eyes land on Chase and he grins, running over to him.

Jack must have finished scolding him because now Chase is pouting and doesn’t have his nerf gun anymore. He doesn’t even look up as Marvin skids to a halt in front of him, Pickle somehow hanging onto his shoulder.

“Chase!” Marvin shouted and holds out the deck of cards before the other boy. “Pick a card, any card!”

Chase looks up at him with a glum look and shakes his head. “I don’t wanna right now, Marv,” he said and Marvin frowns. “Jack took away my gun.”

Marvin really wants to show this new trick to Chase. Chase is always the most enthusiastic about his magic. He hums as he thinks of what he could do. “What if I got you your gun back?” He suggested and Chase’s face lights up.

“Really? You’d do that?” Chase asked with a grin.

“Yup!” Marvin replied with a sharp nod.

“You’ll have to get it from Jack, though,” Chase points out but that doesn’t deter Marvin.

“I’ll get it!” Marvin declared even though he has no idea how he’s going to get the nerf gun. Chase grins to him and he runs off, already trying to formulate a plan of action.

Jack probably had put the nerf gun with the rest of the “forbidden toys” he picks up during the days and placed it in the “Bad Box”. The Bad Box is in the bottom left cabinet on the left side of the classroom and if you so much as get near it Jack yells at you to move away from it. He’ll need a distraction to get into it.

He has too much time to sit there and watch Jack, honestly.

And he already knows the perfect distraction.

He hops over to Anti who is still pouring and mumbling angrily in timeout. The demon child glares at him as he approaches. “What do you want?”

“The better question is: what do you want?” Marvin counters and pulls a butter knife from his pocket. A dull knife that wouldn’t actually cut but he knows Anti would want it anyway.

Anti’s eyes widen when he sees the knife and he’s already reaching out for it. Marvin steps back out of his reach. The demon child frowns. “Okay I’m listening,” he said, eyes still locked on the knife.

“I need a long enough distraction to get into the Bad Box,” Marvin explained and waves the knife about in the air, keeping Anti’s attention on it. “Could you do it?”

Making deals with Anti when you want to do something bad is always a good idea: the demon child always makes sure to go through with his side of the bargain if he gets something in return. You just shouldn’t deal with him if you want something good done. If you want that go to Jackieboy. But that’s a story for another time. Marvin is doing something bad now.

Anti hums and his eyes dart around the room from the Bad Box’s location to the other side of the room from it. This is the snack area. Always a good place to cause a distraction. “Yeah, I think I can,” he answered and then looks back at the knife. “But you gotta give that to me first.”

Marvin shrugs and hands over the knife. Anti grins as he takes it and runs a finger along it’s edge, looking it up and down. Marvin already knows he’s going to try and use it to break all of the crayons. That’s his favorite thing to do.

“Okay! I’ll make a distraction! Hope you’re fast enough!” Anti exclaimed before he slides the knife into his pocket and shoots from the chair, running to the snack side. Jack instantly notices this and yells at the demon child and gives chase.

Marvin runs for the Bad Box and yanks open the door, knowing Jack would not be seeing him climbing inside. He pulls the box out and grins because there’s the nerf gun but also his own wand which Jack had confiscated because he could actually cast spells with it. He grabs the gun and the wand(and Robbie’s favorite book to color on- the Bible) and pushes it back in, quickly shutting the door and rushing over to Chase, ignoring the chaos Anti has started behind him.

“I got it!” Marvin announces and hands Chase the nerf gun. Chase grins and takes it, rubbing it against his cheek lovingly.

“Show me all of your magic tricks now, dude!” Chase exclaimed, placing the gun into a pocket and siting forward to watch Marvin.

The magician grins and pulls the cards back out, holding them to Chase.

“Pick a card, any card!” He shouts.

Just another day at Jack’s Daycare for Egos.

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Uhhh can I get a fucking uhhhhh one of the bois gets a stab wound and everyone immediately blames it on Anti, who is actually innocent. Someone was just super clumsy and is too embarrassed to admit it. Maybe Shneep figures it out with Doctor Science. (Up to you. I have full faith in you. :D Thanks!)

Just another day at Ego HQ! Well, more or less. (Part 1 of 2)

"Shit shit shit!" A shriek was heard from the kitchen as Jackaboy Man collapsed on the floor, groaning in pain. Anti backed up, hands raised as he ran a calculating gaze over the superhero's fallen body. "Oh god..." Jackie wept as he clutched his hand, blood beginning to trickle through the cracks of his clenched fingers.

In a flash, Jack sprinted into the kitchen, surveying the scene before him and just as quickly kneeling before Jackaboy. "Shit, dude! What happened?" Noticing Anti standing behind the table on the opposite side, Jack narrowed his eyes at the Ego before turning back to inspect Jackie's hand.

A deep laceration stretched across the Ego's hand, the drops of dark red blood gradually turning into a steady stream. Inspecting the damage, Jack jumped up and got a rag from the kitchen drawer, wrapping it around as a makeshift bandage. "Come on, buddy. Let's get you to Schneep's office, okay?"

Jackie nodded and huddled close to Jack, turning a fear eye toward Anti as he got up. The two made their way unsteadily to the good doctor's office, leaving the glitching demon to his lonesome in the kitchen.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me," Anti grumbled dubiously, reluctantly following them after a moment.

When he arrived, Schneeplestein was already tending to Jackaboy's hand, cleaning off the blood and instructing the superhero to keep his hand under the cold water of the faucet. Jackie nodded and winced at the biting temperature of the water, turning away from the three Egos standing in the office.

"Now," Schneeplestein snapped. "Vhat zhe fuck happened?"

"Anti, you wanna explain yourself?" Jack demanded, a threatening tone to his unusually quiet voice.

Anti raised his hands once more in disbelief, shaking his head. "Me? I did fuck-all. You should ask your clumsy superhero."

Jack wasn't convinced. More than once he was the one who had to break up fights between Anti and others, and by fights he meant Anti trying to slit people's throats. This was the first time he hadn't seen the action take place, however. But it was too much of a coincidence for Jack to believe Anti; he'd need proof that his alter ego was innocent.

"Come on, Lettuce Boy," Anti appealed with a sickening smirk. "Innocent before proven guilty! What are we running here, a dictatorship?"

"I'm not running anything here," Jack responded, irritated. "We all run this juncture collectively. That means we can't go around stabbing people willy-nilly!" Crossing his arms, he glared at the Ego, who at this point had sat himself in a chair, disinterested and bored. "So why'd you do it?"

"I don't even have my knife with me, smart one," Anti snapped, the chair beginning to glitch with him as he became more agitated. "How'd I commit the crime?"

"Crime?" Schneeplestein lit up, his finger in the air as an idea seemed to spark in his brain. "Perhaps ve can solve zhis mystery if Anti von't tell us! Und ve all know who to call to become zhe detective on zhis case!"

All three Egos stared at Schneeplestein confusedly.

"Marvin!" The good doctor exclaimed exasperatedly. "Haven't you seen him vis his little spy gadgets? Zhe boy is all about zhe mystery games!"

"Well, okay. It can't hurt to try," Jack replied, shrugging as a smile spread across his face. "Where is he?"

"Downstairs in the basement, dumbass," Anti snarled as he leapt from his chair to exit the room. "Am I the only one who actually keeps tabs on the people in this building?"

"Thanks man, but why are you helping us?" Jack inquired as he followed the glitch to the stairwell.

"I'm just as eager to prove my innocence as you are to prove my guiltiness," Anti retorted. "I just want to be done with this as soon as possible, okay?"

The three made the trip downstairs as Jackaboy stayed in the office, nursing his wounded hand.

"Dude, you're so dope at this!" A voice sounded in the basement, the recognizable hint of stereo-typical Californian accent glazing it. "Is this what you're doing when you're not, like, magicking and stuff?"

"Ah, I guess? I don't know," A hesitant reply followed.

Jack opened the basement door and greeted the two men that were there. "Hey Chase! Hi Marv!" Anti and Schneeplestein followed as all five Egos congregated on the lowest level of the building.

"Saaahhhh dudes?" Chase dabbed in his usual greeting with a friendly face for each new person, even Anti. "What's up?"

"Not much, Brody dear. Ve vere needing Marvin, however," Schneeplestein explained, turning to Marvin for his consent.

"You... need me?" Marvin asked incredulously, wringing his hands in nervous anticipation. "Shit, what for?"

"Schneeps here says you're kick-ass as solving mysteries, and we've got our own little problem here that we'd love you to take a look at," Jack told him, his warm smile growing even bigger as he saw the magician's clear delight.

"No fucking way!" The Ego declared, pumping one hand in celebration. "Gimme a sec to get my stuff! I'll meet you in the living room!" With that, he fled up the stairs and disappeared from view.

"What were you guys doing in here, by the way?" Jack asked Chase, nodding to the nerf bullets littering the ground.

"Marvin's a dead shot with this stuff, dude." Chase shook his head, clearly impressed. "If that kid spent actually worked on stuff that he likes to do, he'd be amazing at so much! But he spends that time instead just hating himself."

Smile faltering, Jack tucked his hands under his arms and looked down. "Yeah. Hopefully this'll get his mind off of those types of things. I wish there was something we could do."

Schneeplestein sighed and began to make his way upstairs, presumably to see how Marvin was coming along. After a moment, Jack cleared his throat and looked back up at the baseball-capped Ego, offering a small smile. "Hey man, sorry we took your trickshot partner away for a bit. You wanna come help us with the mystery?"

"Nah, I'm good fam. I wanna get this epic move right, and practice makes perfect!" Chase laughed.

The two Egos left the stairwell and headed for the living room to see what Marvin had done. However, Anti stayed a moment. He seemed to be dwelling over what Chase and Jack had just said.

Chase noticed him still standing there and lowered his gun hesitantly. "Yo, Anti, everything gucci?"

Anti's eyes darted to Chase's, his momentary contemplation leaving his face as he realized where he was and who he was alone with. "I'm fine, Brody. I'm gonna go see what our magic boy has to offer." He skulked towards the stairs, but before he touched the door handle, he turned back to leave his parting words. "Oh, and by the way, this is my basement. I'm just letting you have it."

Chase furrowed his eyebrows, confused. "Your basement? But it's just the Ego HQ basement. We can share it if you want, though."

"No, it's fine. My plans aren't ready to be put into action." Giggles echoed around the room, filling Chase's ears with faint maniacal laughter.

"Plans?" Chase took a nervous yet firm step towards the Ego, hand clenching his nerf gun. "Dude, what are you planning to do?"

Anti's eyes went black. "You'll have to find out, Chase." With that, the Ego let out a bone-chilling cackle and dematerialized, leaving Chase alone with his weapon.

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