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sommerbueckers · 24 days

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My Brother's Best Friend Pt3??

(smut😏)

A small breeze crept through my open window and a chill settled in my bedroom. I typed away on my computer, trying to finish up the last of my homework before Thanksgiving break came to an end. The week had been exactly what I thought it'd be and some change; Paige and Micha came home from college and spent the entirety of the break playing Fortnite and arguing over silly superheroes. The rest of the Bueckers family joined us for Thanksgiving dinner too where Drew graced us with a few of his dance moves. And to top it all off, I had gotten a 25% discount on a pair of Ugg boots for being the first person to purchase from the website on Black Friday.

I finished off the last of the water in my bottle, twisting the cap back on and tossing it toward the trash. I missed, badly. The sound of the plastic defeatedly hitting floor echoed through the room, though it wasn't louder than the laugh that came after it. I snapped my head to my door to find Paige standing there with her arms crossed, leaning against the frame. She had that adorable stupid smile plastered on her face as she looked at me.

"That couldn't have been worse if you tried" she laughed.

I rolled my eyes, twisting the chair around as I said, "Micha isn't here."

"I know that," she nodded, "I just got off the phone with him."

"So...why're you here?" I frowned.

"What? I can't visit my favorite cheerleader now?" the blonde asked with a pout, "That hurts my heart Sunny."

My unimpressed look didn't falter.

After a moment of silence she sighed, seemingly struggling to say what she was thinking.

"You and Micha are driving back today, shouldn't you be packing or something?" I asked, "Unless I've got the date wrong."

I stood up and walked over to the calendar I had hooked on the wall. My eyes traveled over to the large red circle, inside the writing read 'Paige and Micha go bye-bye:(.'

Paige cleared her throat from behind me, "No, you've got it right."

I turned around, staring at her from across the room.

"I just-"

"You just what?" I interrupted without thinking.

"I came to say goodbye" she admitted.

"Goodbye to me?"

"Yes you."

"Why me?"

"Jesus Sunny!" she exclaimed with a smile, "I can't say 'goodbye' to you?"

"No you, you can," I stammered.

Paige nodded contently, "Good."

She pushed off the doorway and began walking toward me, her arms opening the closer she got. I wasted no time wrapping my arms around her neck and pulling her close to me. We hugged for a little lot longer than we should've, both too embarrassed to say it but not enough to show it. I breathed in her scent, hoping to remember it long enough for it to last until I saw her again.

I loved the way I had to stand on my toes to reach her, how she never complained about having to bend over to hug me. Though truth be told I don't think she really minded.

I had gotten used to the sound of her laughter again as it rang throughout the house, how she always did the same celebration dance when she beat Micha in a game, how she never failed to make me feel seen whenever we were in the same room. I was crushing so hard on this girl it wasn't even funny.

When we pulled away, she took a step back.

"Were you serious when you said you were gonna unplug your tv if one of my games came on?" she asked, already knowing the answer.

"And miss the chance to see you all sweaty? No way..." I smirked.

She laughed loudly, I wanted to record it and add it to my Spotify playlist. Instead, I checked my watch and sighed.

"What time are you guys leaving?" I asked.

Paige shrugged, "Not sure, whenever he gets back I guess."

"Hmm," I hummed, "that could take hours."

I stepped closer.

"Yeah," she laughed, "or he could be back any minute."

She stepped closer.

At that point, you could cut the tension with a knife. I stared at her; ski slope nose, blue eyes, perfect teeth hiding behind those perfect lips. I just needed to last until winter break, that was only two weeks. I had gone far longer than that before, so surely I could do that...couldn't I? God I needed wanted her so bad.

In an instant her lips were on mine, her hands cupping my face as she held me in place. For a moment I was frozen, my eyes wide with shock while my brain processed what was happening. And when it did...boy did things take a turn. I pulled her closer by her shirt, our bodies pressing against each other as much as they could.

I felt her hands move from my face down to my ass, squeezing roughly. I laughed when her tongue slipped into my mouth, sending a fuzzy feeling from my chest down to my thighs. I couldn't help but let out the quietest moan at the feeling, my need for her growing with every second that passed.

I couldn't believe this was happening; Paige and I, me and Paige. It felt like sophomore year all over again, except I was sure by now, both of us had gained enough experience to actually have some fun. The thought of Paige fucking other girls was almost enough to make me cringe...almost. I didn't though, because right now those other girls didn't matter, I did.

She turned us around and pressed me against my vanity, my hands immediately grasping the edge of it to keep me from losing my balance.

We broke away from our kiss, giggling like schoolgirls at the way my perfume bottles and lotions had fallen from the sudden force.

"Too much?" she asked breathlessly.

I shook my head, "Not enough."

As she reconnected our lips, she trailed her hand up and down my inner thigh. I opened my legs, giving her access to where she wanted.

"Wider" she said.

I obliged, parting my legs further to allow her hand to trail closer to my spot.

This girl could tell me to jump and I'd ask 'How high?'

I felt her hand slide into the waistband of my leggings, and by her smile, I knew she had discovered how intense my need for her had gotten. I knew I was soaked, she knew I was soaked...now what was gonna be done about it?

She rubbed my clit through my panties so painfully slow that I could feel myself crumbling bit by bit.

I whined as I threw my head back, "Faster Paige, please faster."

She placed soft kisses on my neck, teasing me as she moved my panties from side to side. I was fucking throbbing. When she had finally had enough, she slowly began moving her fingers up and down my folds. I moved my hips to match the pace, my shaky breaths filing the room.

Up and down.

Circles.

Up and down.

Circles.

The patterns were driving me insane, and my shaky breaths soon turned into tiny whimpers. I wanted to come at the sight of her: staring down at me hungrily with those gorgeous eyes. Her lip taken in between her teeth as she focused her attention on pleasing me.

I was a needy mess. My face rested in a permanent pout as we held eye contact, my cheeks growing hot. She laughed lowly, almost as if she was teasing me. I felt her fingers speed up as she rubbed circular motions on my clit, it was so sensitive it almost hurt.

"F-fuck...just like that" I moaned out, nodding my head.

"Mmm you like that?" she smirked, once again changing her speed.

"Yes..." I whispered breathlessly.

Her middle finger razzed my entrance, pushing in only a little before pulling back out. She was enjoying the effect she had on me, the way she gauged my face for a reaction every time she did something new gave her away. Steadily, she inserted a finger. I gasped, sucking in all the air around me. I smiled at the sound that cut through the silence as she began to fuck me. Having to hear how wet I was for her was embarrassing, but I didn't even care.

"Faster" I pleaded shamelessly.

She laughed.

"Tell me how much you want it" she demanded.

She wanted me to talk? Of all things that she could've been hearing: moans, whimpers, strings of curse words as she fucked me senseless, she wanted to hear sentences? When I didn't respond she pulled her finger out, her left hand gripping the back of my neck while her right rested just outside of my entrance.

"I want it," I said, my voice pathetically desperate, "I want it so fucking bad."

She smiled smugly, giving me the most delicate kiss on my lips that I had ever gotten. She didn't back away as she slammed two fingers into me, listening for my reaction. She didn't have to listen very hard because the scream that I had let out was loud enough to alert the neighbors. She couldn't hold back her laughter as she watched my face contort from the pain and pleasure. She began pumping her fingers in and out, giving me time to adjust to it before quickening her pace.

"You're doing so good for me" she whispered, not taking her eyes off mine. "You take me so well."

I tried to play it cool but I just couldn't. I had gripped her shoulder tightly with one hand while keeping the other firmly behind me. The most pitiful moans fell from my lips as she started to speed up. I was practically dripping as I came close to my climax. I tried to hold it, not wanting this euphoric feeling to end, but I couldn't help it as I tightened around her.

"You gonna be a good girl and come for me, hm?" she asked teasingly.

"Y-yes" I panted.

"Yeah I know you are, go 'head mama" she cooed.

I buried my head into her shoulder as I came, my sweet cries muffled by the fabric of her t-shirt. She held her fingers in me for a moment, helping me through my orgasm before carefully sliding them out. I shuddered at the absence of them.

She smiled proudly at her hand, slowly bringing it to her mouth and sucking her fingers clean. She's definitely done that before. She pulled me in for a hug and kissed my head, "You're so adorable."

I smiled against her chest, and that's when we heard the front door open. Micha was home.

"I think that's my cue" she murmured into my hair.

I nodded sadly. "Two weeks?"

"Two weeks."

OKAY GIVE ME ANOTHER CHANCE ???🙏🏼🙏🏼 This smut was not very good but it's literally my first time ever ACTUALLY writing it so...how'd I do???

Just let me get some more practice and I promise y'all won't be disappointed, trust. Also this wasn't proofread so if there are any typos or whatever that's my bad...

#paige bueckers x reader #paige bueckers #uconn wbb #brother's best friend #smut #wlw post

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cheriladycl01 · 1 month

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I'm not scared! Colby Brock x MotoGPDriver! Reader Part 1

Plot: You made a tweet about Sam and Colby and were in a podcast and they brought up Sam and Colby where you talked about the paranormal and how it doesn't really scare you because you drive motorcycles at over 200mph.

A/N: This has been sat in my drafts for a while coz i was kinda scared to post it, coz its a new reach of people I'm looking for.

It started off with a silly little tweet you'd made in the summer break when you werent racing. You didn't feel like watching old F1 or MotoGP races and there was no movie that immedielty came to mind.

So you scrolled through youtube. At first it was a documentary about the ocean, and you had to switch it out. Which is how you came across a channel called Sam and Colby, two American boys who... well you didn't actually think they had a 'thing:

Your YouTube consisted solely of vlogs and car/bike videos that you did. That was your niche. However these two didn't seem to have a specific niche, you perused them seeing that they vlogged and did challenges and prank video and even back in the day were part of vine.

The most recent things they'd been sticking too by the looks of things were these paranormal investigations. They went to these haunted places with cool gear and filmed the experience. You were very intruiged as the paranormal was something you'd believed in just never interacted with.

After watching them bring people on, and be scared shitless you knew you'd boss something like this.

You were alone in your house, drinking which is where the tweet actually came from.

There was a lot of action from both fans of motorsport and YouTube fans. You of course got some hate from the tweet from the YouTube side and hence started the fued between your fans and Colby and Sam fans.

It wasn't until the podcast you went on that the duo took notice of you.

"So today I'm here in the studio with Y/N, now this I think is an intertsing podcast for both of us, because you've only been on Motorsport related ones so far correct?"

"Yes" you smile nodding. You'd actually been on a few podcasts as you really enjoyed talking to people and hearing their stories and being able to talk about your own experiences and hardships.

You started of with the generic motorsport questions, that were all angled at you being a woman in motorsport. Which you enjoyed as you knew getting to the position you had now was a hard hard feat you managed to overcome.

He then got onto more general questions about you life, which again you were happy to answer.

"I do have something that people asked me to ask when we first annouced you here and that was about the tweet with Sam and Colby?" he says looking to his notepad making sure he was keeping in his order.

"Mmmm, what about it?" you smile knowing this was going to be a thing.

"So you basically said along the lines of, if you were in a Sam and Colby video that you wouldn't be scared, why is that?" he asks tilting his head to the side.

"Well, not much scares me when i drive motorbikes at roughly 250 kmph. You know, I've come off those bikes and had my life flash before my eyes as I go into the barrier. One of my worst crashes nearly killed me, but I got back on the bike, one I healed and I won my first race back in Lusial. As part of the Red Bull family I've helped them with some crazy challanges, beat Max Verstappen in an F1 car and lots more. So i think it would genuinely take a lot to scare me!" you smile explaining your thought process behind your tweet and how you think you'd genuinely react.

"So I'm guessing you'd be like down to collab with them at some point!" he asks.

"Yeah of course, I know these things take time to plan so obviously you know with both our busy schedules it probably wouldn't be anytime soon, but you never know!" you grin and after a few more questions before the podcast ends.

It was around a week later, you were in your home gym getting some weight training in when a message dings up. You stop the current exercise your doing to check it.

It was an instagram DM from the Sam and Colby official account. You click on the notification to go onto the chat to look at what they'd messaged you.

Of course you immedielty replied. You exchanged numbers with both the boy's before Colby made a group chat asking when you were free.

It was harder to find times than you expected, the next time you all would be free was during your winter break from racing. Which was risky to confirm anything, especially to their fans as anything could happen to you in that time.

You agreed on a date and time to tell your fans.

The next step was you inviting them to a race weekend, you wanted to meet them but obviously didn't have much time between races. So you invited them to your home race at Silverstone in the United Kingdom.

They decided to make it a whole thing, where they explored some haunted places across England after coming to see you at your race.

You decided to meet them at the airport first and you couldn't hold in your nerves to meet them, you never had the best people skills which is probably why you went into the career path that you did.

You waited for them in the arrivals area, it wasn't too busy due to the time of the day, just a few business men in suits. You looked around for a board to see when their plane had landed, but could find one.

"Y/N?" you hear from behind you.

A/N: I don't know what the fandom's like on here, but I just like writing about cool situations that help with writers block for writing my book! If you follow me for F1 and General Motorsports this is me branching out my writing into another hyper fixation of mine that’s been around for a while!

#sam and colby #sam golbach #colby brock #colby x reader #colby brock x reader #colby brock imagine #colby brock fanfic #colby brock x y/n #colby brock one shot #sam goldbach imagine #sam goldbach x reader #xplr #25x25 #trap house

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vodika-vibes · 2 months

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The Seer

Summary: With the Fall of the Republic, and the destruction of the Jedi, your specific talents have made you a target. Luckily for you, with the right ambience, you can make even the most determined Inquisitor think that you’re a fraud. Unluckily for you, your fraud has caught the attention of some very dangerous spirits, and they will stop at nothing to see you punished.

Pairing: Future TBB Hunter x F!Reader

Word Count: 1743

Warnings: Mentions of Order 66, Reader is literally haunted

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly @clonethirstingisreal (since you like hunter ^-^)

A/N: I had an idea, so I decided to run with it. (My husband and friends are making onigiri for dinner with pork and I'm already sick so I'm not having dinner, I guess)

One year ago today, you were a Jedi.

Well, okay, you were a Jedi Padawan who had been sentenced to a year in the EduCorps due to something that you may, or may not, have done.

It had been a slog. So many books, so many papers, so many people lording their intelligence over you simply because they were assigned to the “smart” corps.

You hated it at the time, and even now, a year later, the memory is still enough to make you grumbly. Just, not as much as you used to be.

It’s hard to hate people who were wiped out to the last, after all.

Sometimes, late at night, you wonder how different things would have been if your nightmares and visions had been taken seriously. Would the Order have survived the Purge? Would the Clones have not turned on them? Would the Council have foreseen the betrayal?

And, like, sure. You know that visions don’t always come true. And you know that sometimes, in the process of trying to make something not come true you can make it happen faster. But! You’d been having the same nightmare since the start of the war.

Surely that had to have meant something?!

Your Master…disagreed.

He disagreed with you about a lot of things.

Not that he’s around to disagree with you on things anymore. He died in the purge…just like everyone else.

You only survived because the night before the purge, the Force practically screamed a warning for you to move, to go, and to never look back. And so you did.

You heard about the Purge 16 hours after it happened. And ever since that moment, you’ve been running.

Bouncing from planet to planet, jumping from job to job, trying to stay one step ahead of the Inquisitors and the Imperial soldiers who would absolutely execute you if they caught you.

That was until you, while working an odd job for a pirate, stumbled across a woman being harassed by Imperial Soldiers. She was an odd looking woman, draped in long skirts and long shawls, with large earrings and intricate paint decorating her pale blue skin.

The woman claimed to be a seer blessed by the spirits, and could foresee the future and allow the Imperials to speak with their deceased family. She waxed poetic about lucky charms and tarot readings, and, to your genuine shock, they left, calling her a lunatic.

You stare at the woman, your jaw dropped, and she winked at you, before she went back to hawking her lucky charms.

It’s the stupidest thing you’ve ever seen in your life.

Foolishness.

Ridiculous.

And yet…

And yet, if it’s stupid and it works, then is it really stupid?

Two months later, you open a little shop on Pabu, selling lucky charms, tarot readings, and love readings to anyone who wants to pay you. And a lot of people want to pay you.

You clad yourself in long skirts and loose shawls, and you let your hair hang freely around your head, tied out of your eyes by a ribbon that matches your outfit.

And not a single person pegs you as an actual Jedi.

Con-artist and miracle worker, but not Jedi.

It’s not really how you foresaw your life going, but really, being called a con-artist is better than being a Jedi any day of the week. Especially since Jedi means dead.

And that is how your days go…right up until Phee brought clones to your shop.

You love Phee, absolutely adore her, but the moment you see clones standing in your shop you are wondering how quickly you can kill her and dispose of her body without anyone missing her.

Still, you’re no fool. So you plaster your most vapid smile on your face and swish around them offering free tarot readings since they are friends of Phee.

You are almost offended when the one in glasses tells you that your tarot readings are a load of hogwash.

Almost.

After all, it’s not like you actually believe this nonsense either.

But, since Phee is a friend and she considers the clones her friends, you decide to tolerate them. After all, they seem very reasonable, not at all like the men you had nightmares of for three years.

And slowly, over time, you end up becoming friends with them.

Wrecker is always good for laughs, and he is more than happy to come around and help you move heavy objects. Tech takes one look at your electrical panel and nearly has a heart attack on the spot. In fact, aside from Omega, who thinks you’re a little weird and likes to keep her distance, the only one you don’t spend a large amount of time with is Hunter.

Echo quietly tells you that the incense that you use around your shop, incense you use to keep force spirits from harassing you, gives him a migraine, and you feel guilty enough that you put them away and air out the shop.

Which brings you to today.

Today you’re wearing shorts and a tank top, and you’ve abandoned your mystical look in favor of more practical ‘running for your life’ attire.

The Empire didn’t find you. No. That would have been easy.

You can kill Imperial Soldiers.

You can’t kill Force Ghosts.

In your defense, you don’t mean to get Hunter involved.

And you definitely don’t mean to crash into him at full speed.

Hunter catches you before you hit the ground, which is probably a good thing because running into plastoid armor at full speed is not something that you recommend.

He looks…surprised as he sets you back on your feet.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you not wearing miles of fabric.” He says slowly, and then his eyes narrow, “What are you running from?”

“Nothing! Don’t worry about it!” You blurt, your eyes darting one way and then the other.

He opens his mouth to say something and then he stills, his nostrils flaring, “What is that?”

“What?” you ask, alarmed.

And then the sensation washes over you. Cold, like ice nipping at your fingers and the tip of your nose. Followed by the whispers, barely words, yet radiating malice.

“I…have to go. Now. I have to go now.” You blurt as you try to twist out of his grip, only for Hunter to grab your shoulders and jerk you to the side.

A sensation, like that of a hand grabbing for you, brushes passed your arm, causing an immediate bruise to form on your arm.

Hunter stares at the red bruise on your arm, “Time to go.”

“Yep.” You agree immediately, “Away from people, preferably.”

Hunter takes your hand and starts pulling you away from the spirits…things…that are hunting you.

Luckily he seems to be able to sense them better than you can.

Half an hour later, you’re on the outskirts of the city and you, who haven't worked out properly since well before the Purge, are panting for air as you run after him.

“What did you do to make invisible enemies? And what are they?” Hunter demands as he jerks you to one side and then twists you so that two different spirits aren’t able to touch you.

“Um…no comment, and I think they’re spirits.”

“Please tell me that’s a joke?”

“Uh…no.”

“You’re telling me that ghosts are real?” Hunter demands as he jumps down into a stream and then lifts you up onto the other ledge.

“Well-”

Hunter just sighs, and drops the subject. He stops for a moment, his hand on your shoulder, and he listens. “Okay, I think we’re safe for now. I can’t hear them.”

You collapse onto a rock with a sigh of relief, “I haven’t run so much in ages,” You mumble. And then you straighten and glance at him, “You know, the spirits are very displeased with you.” You say, “They’re mad that you’re helping me.”

“Yeah?” Hunter scowls, “Feeling’s mutual. Little shits.”

You release a slightly hysterical little laugh, and you clamp your hand over your mouth when Hunter looks at you in concern. “Sorry.” You whisper, and you’re surprised to feel tears on your cheeks.

He looks deeply, deeply uncomfortable but he still kneels in front of you and places his hand on your shoulder, “You’re doing a great job.” He says, “There’s no need for tears.”

“I don’t even know why I’m crying-”

“It’s a lot, being hunted by things. Especially invisible things.” Hunter says, trying so hard to be gentle with you, and it’s obvious it doesn’t come naturally to him, “Do you have any idea why they’re coming after you?”

“I don’t know if you noticed this,” You say dryly, “But, like, all of the Jedi were killed.”

“...o…kay?”

You sigh and pick up a stick and draw some stick figures on the ground, “Jedi.” You say, and then you draw some more, “Sith.” You draw little angry lines around the sith. “When the Jedi died, the Force made a sharp turn towards the Dark.”

“Meaning-”

“Meaning the galaxy’s gone to shit.”

“Well, you’re not wrong.” Hunter agrees, and then he looks at you, “Follow up question.”

“Hm?”

“How do you know anything about the force?” Hunter asks.

“Uh…”

“Are you a Jedi?”

“...ummm…”

“You are. Why the kriff is a Jedi pretending to be a fake psychic?”

“Oh, come on. Because everyone knows that I’m a fake psychic.” You roll your eyes, “You know,” You adopt the wispy voice you use when you’re working, “If you make a healthy change then your soulmate will appear-”

“...you’re conning the Empire.” He says slowly.

“Better a con-artist than dead.” You point out logically.

“You’re not wrong, but I can’t believe that that works.”

“They’re not very smart, and they have a specific mental image as to what Jedi look like, so-”

“Huh…You know, I thought Jedi were supposed to be in better shape.”

“Hey! I’ll have you know that I have been pretending to be a fake psychic for the last year and the year before that I was…not at the temple.”

“Where were you?”

“I was at the EdiCorps Campus. As punishment. For punching a racist senator.”

Hunter smirks, “That right?”

You open your mouth to reply but then both of your heads snap to the side, “They found us.” You say as you scramble to your feet.

“So it seems.” He grabs your hand and tugs you, “Time to run.”

#star wars #tbb #tbb hunter x reader #hunter x reader #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #f!reader fic

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saintmagx · 9 months

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✨ Cruel Summer ✨

pairing: Solo Sikoa x reader, Jey Uso x reader (briefly)

AN: Literally making this for myself, so if I do ever end up publishing - enjoy I guess? 🤪

w/c: 1198

⚠️ Warnings: 18+ , swearing, violence (this is the WWE after all) slight smut, infidelity(if you squint), jealous Jey, toxic behaviour, bad/embarrassing writing ⚠️

doesn’t follow a specific timeline however it is more recent, total divas making a return.

✨ I love you ain’t that the worst thing you’ve ever heard - he looks up grinning like the devil ✨

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“I dunno Trin, the thought of being recorded for 12 hours of the day, like, I enjoy my privacy”.

“Think about it as an opportunity, having the fans see a different side of you. Showing them how hard you work your ass off.”

Trinity is my best friend, she helped me out so much when I joined the WWE 6 years ago. She and her husband Jon took me into their family and helped me adapt into the crazy world of being a WWE superstar.

“Just think about it is all I’m saying. It’ll be fun” trin says nudging me.

Ever since I moved here, we have had a weekly tradition of Wednesday Girls Night, its just snacks, Chinese takeout, and movies, it’s just time for us to catch up and wind down from the gruelling travel schedule.

Right on queue at exactly 11:30pm Jon walks in the door.

“Times up ladies” he says, which is swiftly followed by two pillows being thrown at his head.

“Come on uce, you know better than to interrupt gIrLs NiGhT”

The couch beside me dipped and once again I felt the heat from the body of Josh Fatu, my one weakness. His hand falls to his side and creeps closer to me caressing the side of my bare thigh. You see what people don’t know is Josh and I have an ‘agreement’ - no feelings, just sex and friendship, and it was going great until it wasn’t, feeling were caught, specifically by me and I’m stuck between a rock and hard place as I’m falling hard for him, but I cant let this agreement end because I would rather have him this way than not have him at all.

“Spoke with Joe today, Hunter is bringing him up to the main roster, can’t wait to have my other younger brother fighting by my side”. A third pillow is thrown at Jon from the direction of Josh.

“We are twins, and you are only older by 8 minutes”.

Never a dull moment where the Fatu boys are concerned.

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First day of filming (TD Interview Segment)

Okay, so lets start with a basic intro okay? Ready, go!

The room falls silent the light shines bright on me, I have at least 6 pair of eyes on me, goading me into starting. Gosh why did I sign up to do this!!!

Hi there, my names yn, I am currently on the Smackdown roster and I am the current WWE Women’s Champion.

I’ve been with the WWE for 6 years now and I wouldn’t have survived if it wasn’t for my adoptive sister Trinity, she took me under her wing and I’ve been there ever since. As you guys know – and if you didn't know, the accent should be a huge giveaway, I’m originally from the United Kingdom, I came to the states with a dream in hand and no one there to help me through this bumpy ride. I can never repay her or Jon for the way they have accepted and welcomed me into their little dynamic. Although, travelling the world with Jon and Josh is hard work, they boys are chaotic, I don't know how Trin managed to do it herself for so long!

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Friday Night Smackdown, Atlanta Georgia, 8 weeks before Survivor Series

Walking into the arena for Smackdown I get a message from Hunter asking to meet him in his office. A mixture of anxiety and curiosity fill in the pit of my stomach. In his office I’m met with the familiar faces of Jon, Josh, and Joseph, smiling I look over to Hunter who invites me to sit.

“I got your message, what’s up?

“We have been toying with the idea of a cross brand rivalry - for Survivor Series. Now that Joe has come up to the main roster, we think the Usos and Solo v The Judgement Day would pique interest from the WWE universe.”

“So why am I here?”

“Demi is the Women’s World Champion and part of Judgment Day; it would only seem right that she faces the Women’s Champion”.

Without hesitation I accept. Hunter debriefs us on how it’s going to play out over the next few weeks. We will have to be on both RAW and Smackdown over the next few weeks, so looks like it will be me and the brothers travelling together since Trin is exclusive to Smackdown!

Gorilla, few hours later (TD segment)

Tonight, I have a singles match, however Demi has to interfere and cost me the match – thus starting our road to Survivor Series.

I see Hunter in his usual place over at the screens with his headset on talking to Randy Orton, Randy spots me and immediately comes over to me.

“There’s my favourite girl.”

“I wouldn’t let your wife hear you say that Randy”.

Randy Orton, he is exactly how you would imagine him to be, a cocky little shit, flirtatious as hell, a menace but he has a heart of gold. Many nights we would hit the gym together and training with him before his injury really improved my in-ring ability. He is another one I would call my family away from family.

A familiar scent fills my nostrils, Josh. He stands next to me wrapping his arm around me pulling me closer, as if to stake his claim in me.

“I’ve been looking for you, come on let’s go”.

I smile apologetically at Randy, he just waves me off laughing, as much as I say people don’t know anything about me and Josh, it’s not to say there isn’t rumours flying around, people have their own take on it, and that’s okay, we just laugh it off.

Trin and Jon (TD Interview segment)

“You see yn and josh think they are so slick hiding their little late-night rendezvous” says Jon

Trin sighing, “I just wish they would bang their heads together and realise they are meant to be. Think of the double dates we could finally have Jon.”

Jon’s laugh fills the small interview room, “yeah it would be sweet, and yn is already like family, it would be an easy transition.”

Away from the cameras

“What were you talking to Randy about?” Josh quizzes

“Nothing, you came in and ushered me away before I could say anything.”

“Good, I don’t like it when you get attention from other guys, just me, okay?”

“I think you’ll find Josh that I can speak to who I like”. I say frustrated with his behaviour.

You see as much as I love Josh, this, this right here the way he wants to have his cake and eat it too drives me insane. I so much as look at another guy and he is right there to remind me I’m his, yet he can look at and speak to as many girls and I can’t say shit.

“I’ve got a match to get to, I’ll see you later J.”

“Goodluck out there baby girl, not that you need it.” Before he can come any closer to me, I slip out the room and let my frustrated sigh out. How much longer am I going to keep torturing myself.

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pedrisbanana · 1 year

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Maybe a fic about y/n being a footballer for fcb? And her and Pedri share the same number and have a lot in common? ( I’m pretty sure his teammates would tease him and ship them to get him mad (even tho Pedri likes it) btw I love your fics!! 💓

Sometimes destiny likes to watch football...

Enjoy 🍌

The Only Number 8

It all started during the international break. Due to the lack of players staying in Barcelona for the two week break, it was decided that the women's and men's first teams train together.

You were one of the last to arrive at the training grounds and you immediately joined the small group for their warm up run. Being on friendly terms with most of the players from the first team, you set a pace were you could chat with Ferran Torres and Pablo Torre.

"Did you steal Pedri's clothes? You look exactly like him, just with better looks." Ferran commented, eyeing your outfit.

You laughed. "You forgot that I'm a better midfielder as well. It's not my fault were both under contract at Adidas-"

Ferran gave you a look. "Adidas, Plátano de Canarias, Springfield, let alone the fact that you both wear the number 8"

"You two should make some cute Barcelona babies for the next generation of great midfielders" Pablo teased.

"Pfft, not all of us want to support nepotism, please and thank you." You scoffed.

The brunette waved your comment about his family off and increased his pace.

"I don't even know Pedri. The only time I talked to him was that mandatory congratulation ceremony they held for Alexia and Gavi the other day."

Ferran pushed you playfully. "We're just teasing you, okay. Relax."

After the warm up, Xavi, who lead the training today, announced that you would partner up for exercises, so that both teams could improve by learning from each other.

He started to read the list and of course he teamed you up with FC Barcelona's starboy. Earning laughter from both Ferran and Pablo, you shook your head.

Pedri was making his way over to you. His hair was tousled from the slight breeze on this rather windy day.

The royal blue of his shirt and matching shorts complimented his tan in a way that made it hard not to look at him. You weren't so sure anymore who of you has got the better looks, because Pedri set the bar quite high.

A small smile crept upon his lips as he was approaching you. He scratched his chin where a shadow of stubble defined his jawline. He must've decided not to shave this morning.

"Hi, you must be Y/N. I'm Pedri."

He was slightly taller than you, so he had to tilt his head down a little bit. From the quick movements of his eyes you took that he scanned your face, maybe waiting for your reaction.

"Es bueno conocerte a la fin" his canary spanish dialect was melodic, soothing almost. He extended his hand.

His touch burned like fire, making your whole body shiver. Trapping your small hand with a firm grip, his thumb slightly brushed over the skin between your thumb and your index finger, causing you to let go of the breath you didn't realize you held until now.

"Yes... I mean thank you.. umm you too I guess ?" You couldn't remember the last time you embarrassed yourself like this. You could only hope he didn't notice the effect he had on you, but he would have to be blind not to.

Luckily Xavi interrupted your rather uncomfortable conversation to instruct the first exercise.

It's been a week since you've officially met the real number 8 of Barcelona and a week since you couldn't get him out of your head. The others didn't really help. They'd been teasing you and Pedri whenever they had the chance to, your only satisfaction being the slight blush that also crept upon Pedri's cheeks.

Every training, Xavi paired you up with Pedri. It turned into some sort of silent competition on who was the better number 8.

You two didn't talk about it. You weren't friends, just colleagues and you only had 3 days left of the break, then you would never see him again anyway.

Much to your luck, it was announced that there would be a special charity match. The women's team against the men's team and as if it couldn't be much worse, Pedri and you were chosen for the press conference.

So now you stood here, dressed in lilac nike shorts and the matching shirt (both having a stitched on 8) and waited to be called in. You tightened your high ponytail and tried to look relaxed.

Why were you even so nervous ?

A pull on your hair startled you. "Ow, what the he-"

It was Pedri. He moved to stand in front of you, smirking.

"Can't wait to kick your ass on the field on sunday."

You scoffed. "Oh, like I kicked yours in training all week ?"

Pedri leaned back against the door to some attic next to the entrance of the media room. He crossed his arms, which made his biceps bulk up. Nike really needs to stop offering these armless tops.

"I was holding back. You wouldn't be able to keep your balance if I really tackled you." he eyed you up and down, making you straighten your posture.

"Pff. We'll see who's the better 8 then." you replied, stepping closer. "I won't be the one on my knees begging for a freekick."

His smirk widened, looking at your lips, then into your eyes. Your lips parted, mouth dry from the sudden closeness. You could feel his breath on your face, sending shivers down your spine.

"Oh I'll personally make sure that you'll be on your knees." His eyes flickered behind you, obviously annoyed that he was interrupted by the media representative.

"Pedri. Y/N. We're starting."

Giving a quick nod to him, you wanted to go ahead, but Pedri stopped you. His hand cupped your cheek. The pads of his fingertips were rough against the soft skin of your face. The touch burned and pleasure shot straight in between your thighs.

"Begging you'll be too. Not only for a freekick, te lo prometo"

He followed the media representative into the room. After collecting yourself, you followed as well. Journalists were already seated in rows in front of the large podium.

Stepping up onto the small stage, Pedri smiled and held out the chair for you. Obviously to trick the journalists into thinking he's a gentleman. You smiled back and thanked him.

When the media representative gave his small instruction, you tried to calm and crossed your legs. Big mistake.

The earlier conversation with Pedri had left you more aroused that you expected. Your panties were completely soaked.

Smiling at the crowd you, leaned forward, trying to concentrate on the first question. A middle aged woman with blonde hair introduced herself and asked Pedri about him missing nations league qualifiers.

You rolled your eyes. It had been all over the news for the past weeks. The brunette midfielder hadn't been nominated for the national team. What a scandal !

As Pedri gave his answer, you felt a burning touch on your knee.

Pedri. Or better his hand.

That bastard sneaked his hand up your exposed thigh. He pushed at your leg, making you uncross them. Neither his facial expression or tone changed.

He nodded to the woman and waited for the next question, all while pushing your legs further apart to make room for his hand.

He wasn't going to-

His fingers sneaked into your shorts, pushing your panties to the side, interrupting your thought.

Oh fuck. He was going to.

He shot you a surprised, but smug look when he felt that you were dripping wet. You caught his wrist, holding it in place to keep him from moving any further.

The next question was addressed to you. How you felt about playing against the first team.

"Oh-" you swallowed. It came out as a moan, because Pedri managed to loosen your grip on his wrist and started to explore your slick folds with his long fingers.

He cleared his throat. A message to you.

Concentrate or I'll embarrass you in front of everyone.

So he wasn't joking.

"I think it's a great opportunity to show our abilities-" you paused.

Pedri's finger found your entrance, slowly pushing in. You clenched around him.

"-abilities and that women's football can be just as exciting as men's. We hope we can pick up some new fans."

You forced a smile. Pedri added another finger. He pushed them in and out teasingly slow. Your clit was pulsing for friction.

"Are you okay, Y/N ?" he asked and faked a concerned look on his face, as if he wasn't fingering you under the table.

He really enjoyed this.

"I'm just a little-" your breath hitched.

A third finger. Knuckle deep and curling inside of you.

"-nervous."

"No need to be. We're all here to support you and no one wants to make you uncomfortable."

Every word that came from his mouth pushed your urge to come for his throat.

You pushed your thighs together to create some friction on your bundle of nerves, but it only made Pedri slide his fingers in deeper.

Luckily the journalists didn't want to startle you any further and only asked Pedri some questions. He answered them with quick sentences, like the well-behaved professional he was.

Meanwhile you tried not to moan out loud. He was very skilled with his fingers, twisting and curling them inside of you, spurring you on. If only he wasn't avoiding the spot that needed the most attention.

You bit your lip before you could whimper out his name. The teasing idiot retracted his fingers and hand from your lap. The digits were glistening from your arousal. You expected him to wipe them on his shirt, but he didn't.

Instead, his other hand reached for one of the Gatorade bottles on display and opened it just as skilled as you knew he was with his other hand. You were hypnotized by his movements.

What was he up to now ?

Squeezing the bottle just the right amount, a little bit of liquid spilled, coating the table and the hand that had been inside of you mere seconds ago. He laughed, looking at the crowd. They joined in.

"I'm sorry." It was a genuine laugh, but you knew this show was for specifically for you.

Your lips parted as Pedri took each of the three fingers coated in your wetness and lemon - lime Gatorade, one after another, between his lips and sucked them clean.

You swallowed, not daring to breathe. He stopped at his index finger.

"Did they change the recipe ? It tastes better than before." he turned to look at you.

Extending his hand to you, he raised his eyebrow. "Don't you think ?"

Was he really offering you to suck on his finger right now ? In front of the press ?

Sure. Everyone knew that the lemon - lime flavor was another similarity between you two. It was the best one.

You contemplated the choices in your head. If you declined, you'd turn tables and embarrass him. If you didn't, you and Pedri would be all over the news tomorrow.

Smiling to yourself, you grabbed his wrist and brought his hand up to your lips. Locking eyes with him, you guided his index finger into your mouth. Just the tip. You didn't want to give a whole show, being in public after all.

Your tongue darted out to lick your lips, letting go of him. The sour taste mixed with the sweetness of your own arousal spread on your tastebuds.

"You're right. It's better now."

Pedri flushed, making you smile in victory.

The media representative closed the press conference and stood up to lead the two of you out the room. As the midfielder stood up, your smile dropped.

He was so hard in his sweatpants, it looked painful.

His dark blue Nike tech fleece pants were showing a very prominent bulge, but with a confidence like he had, he of course didn't seem to care and stood up.

Pedri waited for you to go ahead and you urgently prayed that there wasn't a dark spot on your lilac shorts.

No one seemed to notice the little action that happened between you and him.

Feeling relieved that you survived it, Pedri suddenly pushed you into the little attic next to the media room with him.

His lips captured yours into a feverish kiss, leaving you breathless. Once again, his hands found the spot between your thighs, this time pushing your shorts and underwear down first, baring you to him.

You moaned his name into the kiss and he broke it. Lips wandering from your cheek to your neck, he pulled you closer. His erection pressed against your thigh and you cupped it, making him hiss.

Pulling away, he helped you undress him, sweatpants and briefs falling to his ankles. His dick was swollen and the tip red. Precum leaked and you caught a drop, spreading it with your thumb, massaging him.

He dropped his forehead to yours. His pupils were blown wide and he looked helpless from pleasure. Neither of you talked. You didn't need words. Maybe you were linked by faith or something after all.

Holding onto your hips, he thrust forward. Slowly, guided him inside of you. His length was stretching you even more than his fingers. He felt heavenly. You dropped your head back inviting his lips to explore your throat.

His thrusts were needy and sloppy, but they massaged just the right spot inside of you over and over again. With your hands tangling in his hair, you tried to meet him.

Your heart was thumping in your ears as he pushed your shirt up, exposing your cleavage. His hands were definitely going to leave bruises on your hips when they wandered down again. His thumb found your clit and you screamed out.

The whole teasing had you sensitive and aching for touch. You felt him whisper some Spanish against your breasts in between kisses, but you couldn't hear him.

You held onto him even tighter when you felt your orgasm building up. Only a few more thrusts and he had you over the edge. He looked up at you and stopped his actions, earning a disappointed whimper from you.

"If you want to come, beg me." The same smug expression from earlier crept upon his flushed, sweaty, beautiful face. You wanted to slap him.

"Pedri-" you tried to move your hips.

His lips were kissing your chin and jawline. "I'll pull out."

He started to withdraw, which made you pull at his shirt.

"No, please. Pedri. Make me come. Please." you whispered into the thick air.

You looked at him. He stopped, waiting.

"Please Pedri. I need you. I need you so badly. I need you to make me come. Please." The pleas came out of your mouth almost automatically and didn't stop when he picked up his thrusts again.

Your whole body was shaking and the blood rushed in your ears. All you could think was Pedri.

Pedri. Pedri. Pedri.

He pressed his face into your chest when he followed. His moans muffled by the soft flesh.

Being out of breath you held each other for a few seconds, enjoying the bliss.

Pedri pulled up your panties and shorts again, kissing your inner thigh softly.

"I'm still going to make you beg for that freekick, princesa"

A/N: I know y'all love when Pedri's acting like an asshole😌

This was really hard to write as a one part, so I hope it doesn't feel rushed.

I'm excited for your feedback 🥰

#pedri gonzalez #pedri fanfic #pedri smut #pedri x reader #pedri one shot

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maturemenoftvandfilms · 4 months

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The Prince Consort of Denmark

CHAPTER TWO: The Vineyard in the South of France

Featuring Henrik, Prince Consort of Denmark

I worked at a private vineyard in the South of France, Château de Caïx, owned by Prince Henrik, the French-born husband of Danish monarch Queen Margrethe. Back in early 2002, Prince Henrik had some kind of drama and fled to his chateau to spend some time away from the royal family ‘to reflect on life’, where he would stay for a few weeks. What little I knew of the 68-year-old prince was that he had a reputation as a bon vivant who enjoyed cooking, poetry, art and wine. A typical royal doing typical royal things. And while working around the vineyard, I soon began to realize that prince was always around, either in the vineyard or sitting at the patio over looking it.

He was nice looking older man with a jovial face framed by understated glasses, charming smile, big belly and I guessed him to be not much over six feet tall. And like a typical royal, I knew he hadn’t done a lick of work in his life, least not hard work like I do. Too bad he’s straight, I thought to myself. Although he did make great j/o material.

After a day or so, I started noticing that the old prince would glance over at me from time to time. Being attracted to the man, I tend to bulge out at the crotch from time to time. And I started getting the idea that maybe he was looking at my crotch. Caused he would look away quickly whenever I would glance up and catch him looking at me.

Today, it was me who couldn't keep me eyes off him. His big belly looked so inviting as his shirt was only held together by half it's buttons. The heat of the day showed in the cleavage of his chest and his armpits. Oh my, was I in heaven! Lost in the thought of fucking the old prince did I noticed I was rock hard when Prince Henrik suddenly said, 'Who is the girl?'

'Sor … sorry?' I stammered.

'You've got one hell of a hard on there.' The prince said, 'I thought you must be thinking about some special girl.'

“Well, Sir, I guess you’re the blame.” I said thinking that I might as well be up front and honest with the old man. He looked sort of puzzled so I added. “Even time I see you I get a hard on.”

“Thanks. I don’t think any one has ever told me that I affected them in that manner before.”

And damn if he didn’t reach over, pat me on the shoulder and ask me to come inside. Obliging him, he led me by the hand inside Château de Caïx and into the bedroom.

We were standing in the middle of the room, slowly removing our clothes. Minutes later, we were naked and ready to engage in some hot steamy sex. Henrik sat on the edge of the bed with me standing in front of him. Then he started sucking the head of my cock adding lots of saliva so that he could slide it in his mouth easier. He fondled my balls as he went up and down quickly. I placed hismy hands on Henrik's shoulder and started to thrust my hips forward, burying my cock as deep as possible in the prince's greedy, sucking mouth.

"That's it. Suck my cock Your Highness." I said as I pumped my meat down the prince's throat.

I was amazed at the ease of which Henrik took my 7" inch cock from head to balls. He massaged my balls as he gave me a surprisingly good blow job. So good that I knew mine wasn’t the first dick that old prince had sucked.

After a few minutes of sucking, my cock was well lubricated and ready for insertion into his waiting asshole. Henrik lay back on the bed, raised and spread his legs while bending them at the knees.

"Fuck me. Fuck me hard." He said as he watched me crawl upon the bed between his legs.

Resting on the bed, I parted his legs at the knees and proceeded to slowly introduce my meat to the prince. Henrik sighed as I wasted no time in driving his meat completely in his ass. My thrusts were so deep that my tight balls slapped against Henrik's ass. As I continued my assault, I lifted the prince's ass off the bed so that I could plunge down at a more comfortable angle. Finally finding a position that I liked, I again pushed in my dick with great force. Henrik would grunt with each thrust in, throwing his head back as he thoroughly enjoyed the fucking that he was receiving from me.

And damn if Henrik's asshole didn’t feel wonderful as he was now moving around and up and down on my cock. As Henrik lay on his back, I noticed his dick stood completely at attention. I noticed how hard and thick Henrik's dick was. I noticed how it throbbed as I pushed my meat in and out of his wonderful ass. I grabbed it and started to jerk the prince's dick while I fucked him as he looked up and smiled.

I could tell by the expression on the prince's face that he was getting ready to cum. His cock throbbed back and forth and suddenly stiffened as I continued to pound. Henrik closed his eyes tightly and threw his head back.

"I'm cumming!" moaned the prince as a large load of cum shot from his dick.

Watching the prince shoot his load was too much for me as I to let go a mighty gust of cum. I immediately withdrew as it squirted a long stream of cum onto Henrik's stomach. Meanwhile Henrik coated both of us with load after load of cum.

As the last few drops oozed from my dick, I collapsed on top of Henrik. The cum stuck firmly to his belly and chest as it did to the equally thick black hair on my chest. The two of us lay chest to chest, wet with cum.

Despite the amount of cum both of us had shot, our cocks were still not completely soft and we still had interest in a little more sex.

I spend the night with him having sex off and on the entire night.

Henrik stayed in France for three weeks, prompting chatter of a potential royal divorce. Eventually, his wife Queen Margrethe joined him and the couple mended fences, heading back to Denmark. The queen gave him a loose rein, and was less concerned by his friendships with gentlemen.

#henrik prince consort of denmark #fan fiction #prince henrik #the prince consort of denmark #danish royal family #royalty #The Vineyard in the South of France

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pulisicz · 1 year

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have we been here before? - mason mount

i guess things have come full circle

summary - you and mason used to “date” back in middle school, which then led to a more serious relationship in high school, but due to mason pursuing his football career, you two spilt.

now, years later, you two are reunited.

♡︎

pairing - mason mount x fem!reader

song inspo - n/a

warnings! - none, this is straight fluff

word count - 1.5k

note - i will 100% be making a part 2

mason had had a long day. getting back into the season had been hard, especially after the heartbreak of what happened at the world cup.

another loss…

it was hard on all of the guys, but that doesn’t mean that they could just be all sad and not give it 110% for their club teams.

it was, however, nice to get back with the team.

mason had missed all of them a lot, but mainly his two best mates, christian and ben.

“i hate to be the one to say this, but there’s always next time. we had a rough fight, but we did well, lads”. harry maguire says as they all get situated in their plane seats.

after the long plane ride, the boys were finally back in england. yes, loosing the world cup sucked, but being back home was nice.

mason’s sister, stacey, and his mom, picked him up from the airport.

“oh my god, stacey, what are you doing here?” mason said, being more shocked than ever.

his sister lives in australia, and after she and her family came to see mason play, she was supposed to go back to australia, at least that was the plan. but stacey had wanted to surprise mason by visiting england for a little.

the car ride home was nice. he got to catch up with his sister, which was much needed. he also got a moment of peace from all of the craziness in his life, which was very refreshing.

mason didn’t have to go back to chelsea training for another week, so he got to rest and do whatever he wanted for a good while. although mason was excited to spend time with his family and friends, the only thing he could think of at the moment was getting into his bed to take a much needed nap.

you were almost done with your errands, the only place left to go to was the grocery store. you went over your list to see what you needed and headed into the store, list and pen in hand.

apples

grapes

saltine crackers

lemonade

lettuce

tomato’s

shredded cheese

caesar salad dressing

croutons

granola bars

you didn’t need much so it shouldn’t be a long trip.

you were almost finished with your list, only a couple items left when you realized you needed to grab more bread.

you are carefully going over your list and assessing what you had already gotten as you turn to the bread aisle, not paying attention to your surroundings. you collide with someone else’s cart, which shake you from your focus.

“oh shit, i’m sorry! i wasn’t looking where i was go-ing…. mason?”

you stand there, unable to think, but trying to think at the same time.

what is he doing here?

“what are you doing here?” you ask, as if it’s not the most obvious answer. he’s obviously getting groceries.

“i’m getting groceries, and you?”

your mind is racing. it had been 5 years since you last saw him. 5 years since the two of you were dating. 5 years since you were your happiest self.

“doing the same. um. how have you been?”

you really had no idea what to say. for someone you used to know so well, you’re acting as if this is your first time meeting.

“i’ve been good. i just back into town today and wanted to run out to get some things. nothing much though. what about you? are you still into photography?”

photography… he remembered

“yes i am! i’m actually studying photography at oxford, along with english. it’s been a really cool experience. — and what do you mean by not much, didn’t you just get back from the world cup? that’s insane mason! you did amazing!”

“thank you. i tried”

mason couldn’t believe he ran into y/n. all the memories flooded him.

she still studies photography…

mason remembered everything about her. he remembered how she always wanted to be an author, but had the biggest passion for photography. he remembered how oxford was the only school she wanted to go to. he remembered that she had started writing a book their senior year.

her book.

“did you end up finishing your book?” mason asked remembering about her book.

the book was something y/n had put all her time into. she was not passionate about writing it, and mason was ecstatic for her, but she was still in the very early stages of it when they had broken up, so he never got to see it really come together.

“my book?” y/n seemed puzzled. did she forget about it? did she finish it? does she have no idea what i’m talking about? masons mind started wandering. was it weird that i asked?

y/n stood there think for a few more seconds before her eyes lit up.

“YOU REMEMBER?!”

“how could i forget? you poured your entire heart into that book. i never got to see it come together. did you end up finishing it?”

y/n’s smile faded just a little.

“sadly not. i had to put it on the back burner to focus on my studies, and even now i only work on it from time to time. i still want to finish it though.”

this made mason smile a little. hearing that she was still working on her book made him happy. it was like nothing had changed. y/n was still y/n. the only thing is, is that mason is now a world famous footballer, and y/n is a student at oxford.

“i hate to break this reunion up, but i have to finish my grocery shopping and get back to my dorm. my roommate is going to kill me if i’m not home soon. it was so nice to see you mason”.

no.

mason couldn’t just let her leave like he did to her 5 years ago.

“y/n?”

y/n turned back around before leaving the asile.

“can i get your number? i have gotten a new number since senior year and i really want to get together with you some time”.

y/n walked over to mason and he gave her his phone so she could put in her number.

“i’ll see you later, mason”. y/n said, putting a little emphasis on his name.

the second y/n walked out of the aisle, mason did a little celebration dance before composing himself to finish shopping.

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“would you want to go to the 49 cafe for brunch tomorrow?”

mason had typed and retyped his text about 5 times. why was he so nervous? is just a date. it’s not even a proper date, it’s just brunch, nothing fancy.

delivered.

you were at your desk studying for your upcoming exam in your psych class when your phone lit up.

mason was the name on your screen and your heart skipped a beat. you had hoped he would text sooner than later, but certainly not this early, although you weren’t complaining.

as you read the text you couldn’t help but blush. you pull your knees up on the chair to lean your chin on as you text mason back.

“i would love to! what time?”

you saw the three dots show up almost immediately, which only made you blush more.

“does someone finally have a little boyfriend?” your roommate, emily, asks in a giddy, yet, sarcastic tone. emily has always pushed you to go out more, but being the introvert you were, chose to stay home writing, studying, or editing photos from your photo shoots.

“hmm? oh, no. i just saw a funny video”.

lies.

you had never ever lied to emily, but you couldn’t tell her that you were going on a date with mason mount.

“you’re lying, i know you too well”.

emily hops off her bed and makes her way towards you. you knew you were a bad lier, but no matter how good the lie was, emily would always see right through you.

“so, what’s his name?”

“mason”

emily starts smiling and jumping up and down.

“y/n finally has a boyfriend” emily says in a sing-song type voice while skipping around in a circle like a 5 year old.

“i don’t have a boyfriend, em. it’s just brunch”.

well, i did have a boyfriend.

you hadn’t told emily about mason yet, and you weren’t ever planning on telling her, but being reunited with mason might have to bring you to tell her, but that was a problem for another day.

you look back at your phone to see if mason had texted back the time for tomorrow, and as expected, the blue bubble has appeared.

“11 AM?”

you look at your schedule to make sure you definitely don’t have any classes at that time, and after seeing you have nothing, you text him back.

“works for me”

“perfect. i’ll see you tomorrow, y/n”

#mason mount #mason mount fanfic #chelsea fc #chelsea #fanfic #pulisicz

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runnning-outof-time · 2 years

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I Did It Myself | Tommy Shelby x Reader

Request: no - written for @evita-shelby ‘s follower celebration

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x reader

Summary: (Y/N) has to take matters into her own hands after she gets taken by Luca Changretta.

Warnings: language, violence (typical to series), weapons, character death

Word Count: 3272

A/N: this was so very fun to write ... I tried my hand at writing a character in the tune of your lovely OC, Eva, although I still think that Eva is still more badass. Congrats on your amazing milestone @evita-shelby !! Enjoy! :)

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(Y/N) had had enough. It had been weeks now and the Shelby family was still stuck in Small Heath. The war with the Changretta family was still raging on, and it seemed as if it had no clear end in sight. Even though Tommy had managed to kill three of his men, Luca himself was still alive, which meant danger was still imminent. This also meant that (Y/N) still had to be sequestered in her old Watery Lane home. And she hated it.

Tommy insisted that she only leave the premises to either go to see Linda, Polly, or Ada, who were occupying other houses on Watery Lane. It wasn't safe for her to leave the confines of that street...he reminded her of that daily.

But going from doing so much at Arrow House to doing practically nothing in Small Heath was incredibly hard for her to adapt to. She often looked forward to when it was time to cook meals, which was surprising because she hated cooking. There was nothing else to do, though.

Today, however, (Y/N) had something planned. Instead of sitting inside and watching the world go by through a window, she was going to go out and enjoy herself. What would she do? She didn't quite know yet. But what she did know was she wanted to get as far away from Watery Lane as possible while still being within the Small Heath protection limits. Tommy left early in the morning. He was spending most of his time over at Charlie's yard; planning with his brothers and the other men, or working on perfecting his gin recipe...which was still a little too sweet for (Y/N)'s liking.

She waited until mid-day to go out on her own, after making sure that she looked presentable, of course. This was the first time in weeks that she had a reason to wear something other than a house dress, and she surely was going to make the most of it.

The Lane was quiet; people were either off at work or content inside their house. This benefitted (Y/N), because it meant that she didn't have anyone who would be going to her husband with the intent of telling on her. Everything seemed to be going to plan.

The first place she went was to a café that sat just two streets over. She got herself some tea and some pastries, happy to be eating something other than her own bland cooking. After sitting and enjoying herself there, she continued on down a few more streets until she made it to her favorite consignment store in the city. Dolly's as it was called, was run by an elderly woman who, you guessed it, went by the name Dolly. She was always very friendly and happy to see her repeat customers. She and (Y/N) had developed a sturdy relationship over all of the times that the younger woman had visited the shop.

"(Y/N)!" Dolly cheered as (Y/N) walked through the door.

"How are you, Ms. Dolly?" (Y/N) asked with a wide smile, happy to see some familiar faces after being alone for so long, "it's been a while, hasn't it?"

"It most certainly has," the other woman agreed with her, "I've been getting by. How have you been?" she then flipped the question back onto (Y/N), who had finally reached the counter.

"Oh, I've been fine," (Y/N) answered, letting out a slight sigh. "Things have been a bit hectic since Tommy's been dealing with a...a problem with the company, but we've been alright," she then disclosed, unsure of how much detail to go into.

Dolly's facial expression told her that she already knew more than what was just said to her. "Oh, yes...I've heard," she responded in a voice that clearly showed her shock of the situation, "those Shelby boys'll figure it out though...they always do," she finished her statement with some assuring words, which made (Y/N) smile. It was evident that the whole of Small Heath was still rallying behind the Shelby family, and that alone made (Y/N) feel proud.

"Here's hoping," (Y/N) said, nodding her head slightly before Dolly allowed her to go and peruse the wares that had been on display.

After finding two small jewelry pieces that she liked, (Y/N) made her way back over to the register. "Find anything special?" Dolly asked as the younger woman sat the items down on the counter.

"Just these two little things," (Y/N) responded as she pulled the correct amount of billnotes out of her purse, "I think they'll fit well with several of the dresses I have back at home."

"They're lovely pieces. You have such magnificent taste, (Y/N)," Dolly praised her, her kind words making (Y/N) smile slightly.

"Thank you, Dolly," the younger woman smiled before she pulled two more notes out of her purse and slipped them over to her. "For being a familiar face," she said, sending the older lady a wink.

"Thank you, darling," Dolly smiled widely, "take care now," she said her goodbye as (Y/N) turned and made her way back to the door of the shop.

She made her way back onto the street, deciding that she would walk even further from home and maybe sit on a bench at the park for a while. It was a beautiful day out...she was going to make the most of it.

She'd only gotten about a block down the road when someone called out to her: "it's rather brave of you to be out walking alone considering everything that's going on, Mrs. Shelby." It was a man, and his voice was coming from the passenger's side of the car that had slowed down next to her.

"I'm doing fine, thank you," she responded, barely glancing in their direction as she continued walking. She hoped that her disinterest in having a conversation would make them keep driving...although she couldn't quite shake her suspicions behind their reaching out. He spoke in an unfamiliar accent.

"Let us drive you home. Get you some place safe again," the guy called again as he continued to coast down the road alongside her.

"I said I'm fine," (Y/N) repeated her previous answer, stressing her words a bit more now.

"I don't think you picked up on it...this isn't up for your choice," he continued on, his voice dropping slightly.

"I said I'm ok," (Y/N) continued on with her insisting, stopping so that she could finally look at the man.

"Get in the fucking car," another man's voice came out of nowhere beside her, and the slightest glance in his direction made (Y/N) realize that he was holding a gun.

“Do you know who you’re messing with?” she asked, still standing her ground.

The men were persistent though. “We know exactly who you are, and that’s why you’re coming with us. So get in the fucking car,” the one standing beside her said as he then grabbed her arm and began walking her to the car’s rear door. She should have screamed...she knew she should have, but nothing would come out. So she gave in to their demands and got into the car. She’d have to fool them if she wanted to get herself out of this situation.

Some time later, the car pulled into the back lot of a hotel building. (Y/N) wondered how they were able to make it this far without being detected, but still managed to keep up her act. If things were going to go the way she was hoping, she’d have to make these men think that she was helpless and like putty in their hands.

Soon enough, she was sitting in a chair in an otherwise empty room. There was nothing physically holding her to the chair; the two men who brought her there were standing on either side of her. Her plan was definitely going as she’d hoped it to.

Not after long, the man, who up until this point she’d only heard about, entered the room. Luca Changretta. He was donning a rather nicely tailored three piece suit, and he had a cocky smirk on his face. Surely he felt like he had the upper hand in this whole feud now.

“Well, well, what do we have here?” he asked as he came closer to where (Y/N) was sitting. “(Y/N) Shelby...what a pleasure it is to meet you. I see you haven’t been following your husband’s orders of staying off the streets,” he continued, tutting at her wrong doings.

“My husband isn’t in charge of what I do in my own time,” she snapped back at him, feeling annoyed at the fact that she was expected to do as Tommy said and not bat an eyelash.

“Oh, he’s not...but what you’ve decided to do with your own time is now going to kill him,” Luca stated, his words making (Y/N)’s eyes widen slightly. He only laughed at the reaction he’d caused. “You thought that we took you to kill you? No, sweetheart...we want to end this thing once and for all, and you’re going to be the one that brings him to us.”

(Y/N) felt her stomach drop at his words, and at once, the severity of the situation kicked in. She hadn’t thought of this possibility...that Luca would use her as bait to bring Tommy in, and she kicked herself for that. “You can’t possibly fool him like that,” she tried to defy him, hoping that her true emotions wouldn’t show.

“We’re surely going to try,” Luca was still grinning.

The door to the room opened before anything else could be said. “Mr. Changretta, Mr. Solomons is on the phone for you,” the man announced, making Luca finally look away from (Y/N).

“I’ll be right in for it,” Luca answered the man, who then left the room, before he turned back to (Y/N) and the help he had standing on either side of her. “Watch her, huh? This call shouldn’t take long,” he addressed the men before looking at the woman, “and you, think of what you’ll say to your husband...it’ll be the last time you speak to him.”

With that, Luca left the room. (Y/N) glanced up at the guards before she stared straight ahead at the door of the room. She couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling bubbling up in her stomach. There was a way out of this...she knew that much. But what it was wasn’t so clear to her yet. Yet.

Like Luca had said, it wasn’t long before he returned to the room. The cocky smirk was still apparent on his face as he came to a stop in front of (Y/N). “Our second option still needs some convincing, but we may not need it thanks to this darling right here,” he told his men before looking down at (Y/N), “have you decided what you’ll be saying?” he asked her then, his one eyebrow quirked.

“I have,” she kept her response short, nodding her head as she swallowed thickly.

“Good,” Luca nodded before snapping his fingers at the man on the left, “bring in the phone,” he ordered. The man nodded, leaving the room before hurrying back in with the phone in his hands, its chord trailing behind him. It only took a few seconds before Luca was talking with the receiver up to his ear. “Mr. Shelby...thank you for answering my call. I have someone here that wants to talk to you,” he said, his grin growing as he handed the receiver over to (Y/N). ‘Speak’ he mouthed to her.

“Hi...hi, Tommy,” she said, hating how shaky her voice was. At least it helped play into her charade.

“(Y/N)?” Tommy sounded extremely confused, “(Y/N), why are you with Luca Changretta?”

“His men found me. They brought me to where he’s staying. I’ll tell you where it is in a moment, but you need to come get me,” she said, speaking slowly as a way to try and keep her nerves down.

“I’ll come get you. Yeah, I’ll get you and then I’ll put a bullet in that fucker’s brains for thinking he could lay a hand on me wife,” Tommy responded with anger in his voice. She didn’t need to see him to tell how worked up he was getting. She took a deep breath to keep herself calm.

“Just come get me, ok?”

“I will. What’s the address, (Y/N)?” Tommy almost immediately insisted.

“It’s the one on Drinker Street,” she answered, not being too specific. Before Tommy was able to comment on that, she continued: “don’t forget to put the tea on before you leave...I might want some when I come home.”

Tommy froze after hearing her words. That was their sentence. The code they made up for ‘stay in place and I’ll get myself out of this’ so many years ago. Her tone was serious, so he knew he had to believe her. He had to stay back and hope that she’d be able to get herself out of this. “Ok,” he said as he exhaled a breath, “I’ll put the tea on and then I’ll come get you,” he played along just in case the lines were bugged. He knew that (Y/N) would understand what he was saying though. He wouldn’t be leaving his spot until he heard from her again.

“Ok. I love you, Tommy,” she added to make the situation more believable before the phone line went dead and the conversation ended. “He’s on his way,” she told Luca in a monotone voice, her words making his grin grow.

“Perfect,” he said, snapping his fingers at one of the guards before waving for the man to follow him out of the room. The man obliged, leaving (Y/N) in the room with the other guard.

“You realize you’ve just sent your husband to the slaughter,” the guard spoke up once the door shut, a similar cocky grin on his face.

“I do, and I’d like you to not mention it again,” she snapped, taking a deep breath then to try and control her emotions. She was going to need to be calm and collected if she wanted this plan she’d thought up to go as planned. A long period of silence went by before (Y/N) cleared her throat and spoke up again: “could you please give me my purse at least. My throat’s dry and I need a lozenge,” she made her ask believable by clearing her throat again.

The man let out a huff but pushed himself off of the wall and made his way to the table that stood on the other side of the room. (Y/N) watched him carefully, grinning internally at the fact that her plan was going off without a hitch. Dumb man, she thought to herself as the guard grabbed the purse and brought it to her. “Here you go,” he said, extending it to her.

She accepted it and made it seem as though she was rummaging through it for a few moments. Then, in one swift motion, she grabbed the knife that she always kept in the bag’s bottom. She then stood up and took a few steps towards the man who was still retreating back to his original spot. She wrapped her one arm around him to stop his movements before swinging the other arm around so that she’d be able to plunge the knife into his chest. The man yelped, but (Y/N) quickly silenced him, pushing him against the wall and bringing her hand up to cover his mouth before she began repeatedly plunging the knife into his chest. She closed her eyes and gritted her teeth, repeating the motion a few more times for good measure before leaving the weapon stuck in his chest for good. The man’s eyes widened and dulled as she then stepped back from him, allowing him to slump lifelessly to the ground.

After taking a deep breath to contain herself, she wiped the splattered blood off of her face and then quietly walked towards the door. Opening it ever so slowly, she then peeked her head out to see that the larger room of the suite was indeed empty. She shook her head and grinned, realizing that her plan had worked out perfectly. There surely wasn’t an inkling in their minds that she could manage to escape. So she quickly managed to make her way down the side fire escape, moving as quietly as possible to get down to the ground from the third floor.

The sun was starting to set at this point, which made it easier for (Y/N) to slip into the alleyways that she knew like the back of her hand. Soon enough, she was making her way back onto Watery Lane.

She knocked on the door of her and Tommy’s home gently and waited for someone to come to it. A good bit of time had passed since she made the call to her husband, so she hoped that he’d returned to the house for the night.

Her hopes were answered moments later when the door swung open to reveal a very worried looking Tommy. “(Y/N),” he breathed, exhaling a sigh of relief as his eyes swept over his wife; who was covered in splattered blood. “You’re back...you’re ok,” he said, then taking her arms into his hands so that he could bring her in closer to him. “Are you ok?” he flipped the second part of his original statement into a question.

“I’m fine,” (Y/N) answered, a dejected look in her eyes. She had had a long day and was more than ready for a warm bath and sleep.

“What about Luca? What about the men? Did you inflict any casualties?” he asked, his eyes still slightly frantic.

“I killed the man that was guarding me. There was no one else left in the hotel room when I left,” she explained to him, internally hating to he was now putting her through a questioning session.

“I’ll have men watching over you now...now that Luca’s realized that his plan didn’t go the way he wanted,” he assured her, but (Y/N) shook her head.

“No, Tommy. I don’t need men. I’m fine by myself, because I did all of that myself. There’s nothing your men can do that I can’t,” she told him, putting her foot down on the situation before she was finally able to begin walking to the stairs in the house. Before she was on the second floor, she stopped, “oh...Alfie Solomons called Luca while I was there. They’re concocting some sort of plan,” she informed him as she twisted back to look at him.

“No,” was all he said in response, a look of disbelief on his face. There was no way that Alfie would go behind his back again...not after what happened to him and his son.

“Yes,” (Y/N) insisted, nodding for an additional effect. “Believe me, or not...I don’t care at the moment. I’m going to go take a bath, see that Charlie is sleeping, and go to bed. I’ve had enough of everything for today,” she said, letting out a long sigh before she turned around again and continued up the steps to go and do just that.

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A Different Life

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Fandom: Thunderbirds

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Thundertober Day 5: Pilot

Scott’s memories of his last day in the Air Force.

Continuity: TAG

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Scott breathed a sigh of relief when he was finally able to collapse onto the hard mattress of his bunk, careful not to injure his broken arm as he fell any further. His bunkmate, Alex Birch, sat on a nearby chair, raised an eyebrow. “How’d it go with the boss?”

“I don’t know, Alex…” He sighed, running his uninjured hand down his tired face. “I don’t know what to make of all of this. I just feel so…” He paused, trying to find the right phrase. “...jumbled still.”

It had been just a week since Scott’s miraculous return from the brink of death in Bereznik. Not long enough, if you asked Alex’s opinion. Between Scott losing Greg Hodge, his navigator, in the crash, being held prisoner and tortured, and somehow crossing the wilderness back to base after escaping on his own without help…

It was too much. “No wonder you feel that way.” Alex commented, not ashamed of the sadness in his tone. “You’ve been through hell and back.” He chuckled humourlessly. “I’d be a bit jumbled too.”

Scott sighed, looking up at the ceiling. “The Commander outright ordered me to leave today. Take a break. Said he wouldn’t be surprised if I quit completely. Even offered to give me an honourable discharge if I did.”

“And?” Alex probed, turning his chair so he was facing his friend on the bunk. He immediately took notice of how exhausted Scott looked. “What will you do? After your leave I mean?”

His friend sat up slowly, staring ahead at the wall. “I… I don’t know.” He admitted. “A part of me wants to call it quits and stay safe for my family,” Scott explained. “But the other part of me loves flying more than anything.” He finally looked over at his friend. “Even after all of that, I can’t let it go just like that.”

“I know, Ace…” Alex smiled sympathetically, reverting to the squad nicknames for some sense of normality. He hummed. “Doesn’t your Dad’s company specialise in aerospace? Maybe you could get a job as a test pilot there?”

For the first time in what felt like years, Scott smiled. “The whole reason I signed up to the USAF in the first place was to avoid leaning on the family name, Spins.” He chuckled.

“I know,” Alex smirked, laughing. “Just throwing the idea out there.” He sobered up, looking seriously to his friend now. “But whatever choice you make, whatever path you’re on, I’m sure it’ll be your true calling in life.”

“Yeah…” Scott replied. “I guess it will be.”

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He broke out of the memory, now staring focussed at what had reminded him of that fateful day. The base he had once been stationed at, now closed down due to ground subsidence in the area. International Rescue had been called to get to some officers who had been swallowed up by the very earth beneath their feet. On his right, Virgil stood faithfully, looking worriedly between Scott and the dilapidated base. “Are you okay, Scott?”

“Yeah.” He breathed out, a little too quiet for his brother to hear. “Yeah, I’m okay.” He repeated, louder this time. “The rescue’s over now, anyway…”

“Then,” Virgil began, puzzled. “Why are we still here?”

“The Commander of the base is Alex Birch, right?”

“According to John, yeah…” The pilot of Thunderbird 2 answered, before his eyes widened in realisation, watching the crowd of officers part to reveal the Commander himself, walking towards them. “Wait, wasn’t he in your-”

“My squadron? Yep.” Scott replied. “He was also the one who helped me the most after…” He paused, drawing himself back from those painful memories. “You know…” Virgil knew. He always did.

Alex stopped in front of the two brothers, giving Scott a respectful salute. One that Scott was all too happy to return. “Commander Tracy.”

“Commander Birch.” Scott replied. “I’d like you to meet Virgil, my brother.”

Alex’s eyes lit up in recognition as he shook Virgil’s hand. “Ah, so you’re the one I’d heard so much about from Ace here back in the day.”

Virgil chuckled. “In that case, I hope I lived up to expectations.”

“More than that.” Birch smiled at him. “You knocked them out of the park with that rescue. I can see Scott’s heroism truly is a family trait.” The grin turned melancholy. “You keep taking good care of him, you hear?”

“As much as I can at least” The younger of the two Tracy’s laughed. “He’s always going off somewhere…”

“Hey!” Scott frowned, but the little twinkle in his eyes still remained. “I don’t go AWOL that often.”

“Sure you don’t.” Alex commented.

“I don’t believe it either.” Virgil agreed. Scott groaned. “I’ll leave you two to chat for a bit while I finish packing up.” And just like that, Virgil was off back to Thunderbird 2, leaving the two men to catch up. Scott watched his brother go, smiling in fondness.

Alex’s voice broke into his thoughts. “I told you so.”

Scott looked at his old friend questioningly, although he already knew exactly what he was talking about. “What do you mean?”

“That you’d find your calling…”

Thunderbird 1 caught his gaze, gleaming a bright silver in the setting sun, a symbol of everything Scott Tracy was and what he worked for.“I did, didn’t I?” Scott answered, looking between his brother, his ship, and Alex. “It sure is a different life, but it’s one I wouldn’t change for the world.”

#thunderfam #thunderbirds #thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds fanfiction #scott tracy #alex birch (oc)#virgil tracy #thundertober #thundertober 2023 #tw: mentions of torture #tw: implied death

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glittter-vamp · 9 months

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CHAPTER 9

Joe Burrow x Bisexual OC.

Warnings: 18+MDNI. Mention Of Death & Grief. Emotional Intimacy pretty much at 100 and smut-ish themes. Homophobia. Angsty yet Fluffy. Pretty heavy chapter overall.

Word Count: 3.4k

"Thank you for shopping with us, have a great day!" Val smiles at a customer that was in the store while handing them their shopping bag. It was Sunday which she usually didn't come in for but Elsa had went a little too hard at the Pride parade the day prior and Dani was off. So, it was just her and Kade in the store today making things happen.

"Almost time to close, what a weekend!" Kade sighs moving a box of hangers.

"It was pretty crazy, I guess since we closed yesterday for the parade people came today instead." Val says organizing a rack of shirts.

"I'm so glad I'm off for the next two days, I'm drinking a whole bottle of wine by myself tonight to destress." Kade lets out a breath.

"You and me both." Val smiles. Them two make it through the last work hour with only one other customer coming in. Cleaning up quickly, they make it out of the store by 4:50 and in their cars to go home. Since it was Sunday evening the traffic wasn't so bad but living in a city meant it was still there regardless. As Val drove home she got a call from Joe. She had talked to him here and there, all through text after that argument they had.

"Hello?" Val answers on the car Bluetooth.

"Hey...are you out of work?" Joe asks.

"I am. Why?" Val asks wondering why.

"Would you mind stopping by the house today? Something came for you at the house." Joe says sounding just as confused as she was hearing that.

"Uh, what do you mean something came for me...to your house? I've never your given address for anything to anyone." Val questions.

"I'm just confused as you about it are but it's addressed to you, it's a letter." He says.

"Does it seems like junk mail or something? That's so weird..." She asks as she drives.

"No, it's hand written from within the state. Say's its from someone named Sabrina Farley." Joe responds back, Val's heart dropping hearing that.

"Are you sure!?" Val asks trying to remain her cool.

"That's what it says, I can drop it off during the week if you're busy--

"No, I'll come get it now. I'm in the car driving anyway." Val says.

"Alright, you can let your self in. I have to rest up my leg. My knee has been feeling weird." Joe says.

"Do you need anything?" Val asks.

"Nah I'm good, but thanks. I appreciate that." Joe yawns. They hang up soon after and Val makes her way to Joe's.

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Pulling up to his house she parks in the driveway and lets her self in like he told her too. She could hear the tv, Joe was of course was watching some alien documentary like usual. Walking to the living room she see's Joe laying on his couch icing his knee.

"So, what'd you do to your knee?" Val speaks up startling Joe and making her laugh.

"I didn't hear you come in... but I think I went to hard in the gym yesterday." He shrugs looking at his leg,

"Better chill before everyone gets on your ass or you injure yourself again." Val shakes her head.

"I know..." Joe sighs.

"So about the letter?" Val asks awkwardly.

"Oh yeah, here!" Joe reaches over and grabs the letter that was sitting beside the remote.

"Here you go, I didn't open it or anything." He says handing her the white envelope. Val reads the name and she starts to feel uneasy about it.

"I really have no idea how this person got your address. I'm real sorry this came here, that's super invasive." Val bites her lip looking at Joe.

"It's alright. Do you know who that person is though?" Joe asks and she nods yes.

"My older sister. Since I cut off contact from the family , they haven't had my number or address except for the twins who I actually haven't heard from in months." Val shakes her head.

"Do you think it's something serious?" Joe asks sitting up, intrigued by what that letter held.

"Must be if they sent it to your house and not mine, my store or any of my other friends houses." Val says ripping the letter open.

Val starts reading the letter which was starting off first by apologizing being sent to Joe's house but that they couldn't find her address anywhere online and was scared that if it got sent to the store it would end up in someone else's business mailbox instead. Which Val found very weird but she continued reading. As she read the next line her heart sunk and felt her eyes water.

"I hate to inform you that dad has been involved in a car accident two weeks prior from when I'm writing this. He doesn't seem to be progressing at all, therefore mom is going to make the hard decision to take him off life support tomorrow. Though, we felt the need to tell you, we ask that you do not come to the funereal nor contact any of us. We've seen you in the tabloids and still don't approve of your life choices and out of respect to god, the church, the family and most importantly dad it's best if you don't come. We don't need any shameful people around us during this hard time or someone to take the attention away from dad."

"Val...Hey, Hey...what's going on? Breathe." Joe says to her as he runs up to her and catches her as she falls to her knees at the news she just read. Val lets out a sob as Joe tries to console her and get her seated on the couch. Not being able to barely breathe let alone talk, she hands the letter to Joe and he reads it keeping one hand on Val and rubbing her back as she cries.

"I'm so sorry Val. This is isn't the way they should've told you." Joe says hugging her tight and kiss her head as she cries.

"I probably already missed his funeral since this was sent a week ago. Why would they do that?" She sniffles shaking her head.

"If you did, that's entirely their fault. They know what they were doing sending this letter, they could of called, sent this to your actual house or business or even gone to your store in person...instead they sent it to my house not even knowing if it would get to you two weeks after your fathers accident in which they didn't contact you. This was malicious on their part, you did nothing wrong." Joe says feeling nothing but anger over this situation for Val. He couldn't believe they would treat her this way but it became clear why Val separated herself from them.

"I-I should go home. I'm sorry for breaking down like this here. I should of opened that letter at home or something." Val says quickly getting up and wiping her tears, desperately trying to get herself together.

"What?! No--Val, you're not driving while you're emotions are hitting you like this. You're still processing this." Joe says shaking his head and Val sighs.

"I just know things aren't okay between us and going through this here--

"That's not important right now, what's important is that you stay here and not get behind the wheel while you're crying. I'm going to get you water, please just stay here and take a breath." Joe says sitting her down again and she just nods beginning to cry again. Val didn't couldn't believe that letter. Still processing everything from her fathers accident to him being taken off life support to her family asking her not to come to the funeral because of who she was was just something she couldn't believe but hurt like hell. It proved that she was yet not healed from her past with her family.

"Here." Joe says coming back with a water bottle. Val takes it and takes a few sips.

"Is there anything I can do?" Joe asks sitting next to her.

"Get me a time machine so I could tell my parents not to have me and spare everyone the disappointment that I am." Val sighs wiping her tears.

"Don't say that. Just because they have a problem with who you are doesn't mean you don't have people around you that love and support you. Plus, you've basically built your own family, you have the girls, Mateo, Kade and Elsa...Me and my family." Joe says hesitating on that last part.

"I don't even know how your family views me right now so I wouldn't count them in there." Val shakes her head.

" They haven't said anything to me about it so...well my mom obviously asked about what was going on cause she knows we're together but she didn't comment on anything else. My dad is never one to get into my personal relationships so..." Joe shakes his head.

"Still doesn't mean anything." Val mutters.

"Why don't I draw you a nice bath? I'll go pick up some food in the meantime while you soak." Joe says patting her knee.

"You don't have to do that." Val shakes her head.

"You need it, c'mon." Joe slowly pulls Val off the couch and they make their way upstairs letting the letter on the couch.

"You still have clothes in your drawer, I haven't touched them." Joe says softly as they enter his room.

"Thanks." Val sniffles heading over to where she always kept her clothes.

Joe headed to the bathroom and filled up the tub for her while she chose some clothes. Her mind was having a million different thoughts about what's happened. Though she was heartbroken over the news of her dad she was also incredibly angry at how it was handled. She couldn't stand the way her family has treated her since she came out in college. Val makes her way to the bathroom where Joe was making sure the water was a perfect temperature and the tub was getting filled up.

"You can get in while it fills it takes a bit, did you need anything else? I haven't restocked on your wine but I can get you something else..." Joe asks as Val set her clothes down on the counter.

"I think this moment calls for one of your vodka tonics." Val smiles.

"Woah...I haven't heard those words since you opened up Pixies." Joe says making her chuckle.

"I know it's a dangerous thing to say but I really need it." Val sighs.

"You're wish is my command." Joe smiles leaving the bathroom. Val undresses and realizes she still has the markings from Summer on her body. Shaking her head and setting that aside she steps into the warm bath that smelled like lavender. Val feels herself relax into the semi filled tub and soon enough Joe comes back with her drink.

"Here." Joe smiles handing her the drink.

"Thanks." She smiles back taking a sip of the ridiculously strong drink.

"Jeez, did you put any club soda in that?" Val shudders as the liquor runs through her body and sort of gives her a shock.

"You knew what you were asking for. I put a lot of ice so just let it water down a bit." Joe says squatting down to her level and turning the water off for her. There wasn't many bubbles in the tub so Val saw Joe's eyes lingering on her body thought the soapy water.

"What did you want to eat?" Joe asks clearing his throat.

"It's Sunday evening so everything closes pretty early...whatever is open is fine. No healthy stuff though, I need good savory comfort food."

"I'll be back, call me if anything. Make yourself at home." Joe says giving Val a gentle kiss on the head before leaving. It felt nice for Val to have Joe there for her. This was one of the things she couldn't complain about when it came to him. He was always there for Val when she needed him the most with no questions asked. Relaxing in the hot bath and downing the drink she eventually gets out and takes a quick shower being one of those people that can't just take a bath first.

After her shower, drying off and draining the tub, she gets dressed and heads downstairs taking the glass that was now empty. As she washed her cup, Joe comes in with the bags of food.

"So I got us sushi, and I stopped to get us ice cream. Hope that's okay!" Joe says smiling at Val.

"That sounds really great. Thank you." Val smiles back.

"We can put on a movie or whatever you want." Joe says setting the bags down to put the ice cream in the freezer.

"Sure." Val nods. She grabs water for them both from the fridge and make their way to the living room.

"So, what do you want to watch?" Joe asks after they settle on the couch with the food.

"Um, something funny I guess." she shrugs taking a bite of the spicy shrimp tempura roll. Joe turns on Superbad.

"I saw that you went the pride parade, how was that?" Joe asks failing miserably to use his chopsticks like usual making val laugh.

"It was fun. Everyone had a goodtime." Val nods.

"I saw that Summer went...you guys were posting on instagram" Joe says. Val knew she was going hear something about about her come from Joe eventually.

"She was." Val says nods eyeing Joe. The last thing she wanted right now was to get in an argument with Joe about Summer again after what she just learned. Her emotions were way to high right now for that and she knew it.

"Is she...at least making you happy?" He asks softly and Val sighs.

"Joe, I really don't need this right now." Val rolls her eyes.

"I'm not mad or trying to start anything. I just want to know she's at least treating you right given your history with her and having your own complaints with me" Joe says, he seemed genuine.

"We only messed around once after that fight we had, we're not dating though and she's been fine to me. No drama. There, happy?" Val answers truthfully.

"Very." Joe smirks which annoyed Val.

"How about you? Any girls you've brought back here and shown them what a night with America's QB heartthrob is like?" Val asks trying to annoy him.

"Nope. Those nights are reserved for you." Joe smirks.

"and Sofia the baddie ig model." Val nods popping another piece of sushi into her mouth pretending she didn't see Joe's annoyed face when she said that.

"Okay...maybe I see how asking about Summer and throwing her in your face could be annoying." Joe says making Val snort.

"But, since we're on the topic of girls and I still have my list of questions of you..." Joe trails off, Val sighing preparing for what's about to come out of his mouth next.

"Is it true that you guys can last for hours during sex? How is that even possible? How come you don't last with me that long?" Joe asks making Val almost choke on her food.

"We technically can...but it's courtesy of the strap and we take breaks and then go back and forth through the night until we can't anymore and...I have no problem lasting that long but you on the other hand..." Val sips her drink and Joe looks in complete shock.

"If that's the case...why the hell are you dating men? Let alone me." Joe mutters that last part.

"Because that's how bisexuality works, I like all genders...and what do you mean let alone you? You're the only guy I've been with that actually gives a fuck about getting me off every time we have sex." Val snorts.

"Do you have one?" Joe asks as he eats.

"A what?" She asks confused.

"A...strap or whatever it is you guys call it." Joe clears his throat which made Val laugh at his awkwardness.

"I think... I have my harness somewhere at my condo, as for the toy itself...I have to get a new one." Val nods.

"I saw that they had strapless ones." Joe nods and Val does a double take towards him hearing that.

"Have you...been researching lesbian stuff!?" Val says rather loudly and clearly embarrassing Joe seeing his face turn a light shade of pink.

"And by researching I know it's just porn." Val teases him.

"No. I've actually been on educational websites for your information. I was wondering about the stereotypes. " Joe defends himself. Val thought it was actually very cute that Joe was educating himself about stuff. Most men would just ask when the threesome was happening and call it day.

"Can I ask if you have a preference? Like do you prefer having sex with women or more with men?" Joe asks.

"Overall, I say that I wouldn't. But there's certain things that I appreciate about both that's different." Val admits.

"Like what?"

"Well with girls I like the softness of it, the foreplay is usually on another level and the after care is really nice too. Plus there's a different sense of comfortability with women knowing they have the same parts as I do and know how are bodies are naturally. Also it's a plus that they're more on top of stuff like their status and there's no risk of pregnancy. " Val says and Joe nods.

"And with men?" Joe asks seeming to be nervous to ask about it.

"Well, my prior experiences with men were all college guys so I'm not gonna go there but with you specifically... I like how strong you are with me and assertive you are. Also getting to actually...feel you inside me is something I can only experience with women to a certain extent. Plus moans from any gender are hot but the list goes on for both, I just like what I like. There's really no competition here, we at least between you and any other woman because I've heard of plenty hook up stories from Gen with guys" Val shrugs making Joe chuckle.

"Thank you for talking to me about this stuff...I know it's weird of me to ask this stuff." Joe says sheepishly.

"Like I said before, if it's in good faith and you're being genuine...I don't have anything to hide. I appreciate you being respectful about it and not with stereotypical things like other guys would probably do." Val smiles.

They both finish their meal and start paying attention to the movie that was already a good chunk through it. They eat their ice creams after finishing the dinner, Val still thinking of her dad and family, still figuring out how to navigate this situation from here.

"You can take my room... I'll sleep in the guest room. Give you some space." Joe says as they clean up the mess of food in the living room and take it to the trash in the kitchen.

"Oh you don't have to." Val shakes her head.

"It's not up for discussion, I'll finish up here. You should go get some rest." Joe smiles and Val just nods. Even though it wasn't even 9PM yet, she did feel exhausted after the news she had received today.

"Thanks, I'll uh see you in the morning...goodnight." Val says giving Joe a small smile which eh returns.

"Goodnight."

Val head upstairs grabbing her phone and goes into Joe's room. She uses the bathroom quickly and gets into the comfortable bed when there was a small knock on the door as it opened.

"Thought you'd like some water." Joe says bringing her a water bottle and setting it on the nightstand. Val thanks him and he goes to leave when she grabs his hand and stops him in his tracks.

"Stay...please." She says softly and Joe gives her a look of sadness and pity before he gently nods.

"Let me just turn off the hall light." He says squeezing her hand. Val nods letting go of him. Coming back into the room, Joe this time around doesn't say anything about Val being on his side of the bed and just turns off the light and gets in bed next to her. Val cuddles up to him inhaling his familiar comforting scent that she loved so much and Joe places a few kisses on her head as he slowly and gently rubs her back as she lets sleep take over, feeling fully comforted and cared for by the person who has her heart.

A/N: That was heavy chapter! But BF Joe showed up 👀

#joe burrow imagine #joe burrow fanfiction #joe burrow fic #joe burrow fan fic #joe burrow x oc #joe burrow series #joe burrow angst #joe burrow oneshot

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hinahaikyuu · 2 years

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drabble. Pay the Toll!

your boyfie has to leave a little earlier in the morning than you would like, so before he can leave you make him pay the toll.

reader x Akaashi , Bokuto , Kuroo , Tsukishima

all works owned by @hinahaikyuu— please do not plagiarize, copy or modify my works.

Akaashi stood there in front of you in the door way. You were standing between him and the door, holding your arms out like you were ready to catch some sort of huge boulder. He smiled down at you with a smirk, one hand on his work bag and the other on his hip. “What are you doing my love?”

“You can not leave. Until the toll is paid.” You gave him your widest, morning, bedhead smile. He rolled his eyes, putting his bag down and wrapping his arms around your waist, lifting you slightly off your feet. He held you like that for a moment, before pulling his headback and leaving a kiss on your forehead, then your nose, and then your lips. He loved your giggle.

“May I leave now? I have to get to Tenma’s soon.” He brushed your hair out of your face before standing up straight.

“I don’t really want you to...” you faked a thought, “but I guess I can let you go if you pay more fees later.” He smiled, kissing you one last time.

“I’ll be home around 6. I’ll pay all the fees that pile up.”

Bokuto always left at 5am to go on his morning run, returning around 5:45 to shower and get ready. Often you were up and ready by 6:30am making some breakfast and getting his lunch ready. Today however was his day off, one of the two days a week you two were supposed to sleep in and just spend the morning cuddling. When you finally woke up to see your boyfriend was not in fact in bed, you stood and went to the family room, seeing him put on his shoes.

“What are you do Kou?” you yawned, “I thought we were sleeping in and having a snuggle movie day?”

“We will baby, I promise!” He smiled, beaming at you as he stood. “I just wanted to go on a run this morning with Hinata. He had a new route he wanted to show me.” He walked over to you, watching you duck under his size and stand in front of the door, staring him down. “Don’t look at me like that baby.”

“You promised, you must pay the fees before you leave!” He looked at you confused. After all, you were just standing there with your hands crossed over your chest. Walking over, he stood in front of you, towering you before he wrapped his arms under your thighs and lifted you to wrap your legs around his waist, peppering you with kisses. Your giggles filled his heart as he also spun you around.

“All the kisses for my baby!” He cheered, spinning you one last time before plopping you on the couch and laying above you, using his arm to hold himself up. He gave you one more kiss, “I will be super quick. No more than thirty minutes and when I get back and get all showered, we’ll order our favorites and just stay in the whole rest of the day.”

Kuroo had just gotten home from work, before he realized he had forgotten to pick up the grocery order on his way home today. You told him you could call and get it delivered, you told him he didn’t have to leave again, you told him you didn’t want him too. Why wouldn’t he listen.

“Let me fix my mistakes, baby girl.” You sat on the couch pouting, it wasn’t that big of a deal to you. An easy fix, and he didn’t have to leave again. “I promise I’ll get the groceries and come right back.”

“This isn’t what paying it forward means.” you teased, he said he would pay you back for all your hard house work, especially since you were exhausted from your own job. the only thing you asked him to do was pick up the groceries. He walked over to you, kneeling in front of you.

“You asked me to do one thing, and I messed up and forgot. It may not be a big deal to you baby girl, but it is to me. I’ll drive down, and be back in minutes. Now let me pay it forward.” He stood, towering over you and placing a long, solid, comforting kiss to your lips before heading out the door. You stopped him again, your arms wrapped around his waist.

“Thank you. I love you Tetsu. I’ll have everything else ready for dinner tonight.” He smiled, giving you another kiss.

“Take it easy, I’ll help you cook tonight too.”

Tsuki wasn’t so big on affection, he showed you he loved you in other ways. Having a bath ready or you, ordering your favorite take out when you were needing a break from cooking, helping you study for your exams in a class he took the previous year. Occasionally, he would show you a little more attention.

“Okay Kei!” You sang from the kitchen, putting his lunch in a bag. “You should have plenty of food and snacks today, so don’t worry about coming home if you can’t make it.” He had practice after class today, and he wasn’t expecting to be home at all.

“Thank you.” He spoke from the door way, putting on his jacket before taking his bag from you and putting it over his shoulder. “I should be back around nine.”

“Sounds good. I’ll make a little extra food incase your still hungry. I have work at six am tomorrow so I’ll be going to bed early myself.” You slipped your arms around him, sneaking in a hug. He wasn’t super affectionate, no. But he at least gave you hugs.

“Alright, I’ll try not to wake you.” He held on to you for a moment, giving you a kiss before letting you go, then another one, and another one. Your smile cleared the rainy skies that day.

“What was that about. I liked it. You should do it more.”

“I’m always late, or running behind. If I don’t pay those late fees, I’ll be in a lot more trouble that’s just not worth it.”

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borhapparker · 9 months

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💋 - love letter for Joel with the prompt of meet cute gone wrong. Hopefully takes place in Jackson. Thank you and congratulations!

this is so cute! let's do it! i've never done a meet cute gone wrong so we'll see if y'all like this! thank u! (this is also my first joel fic ever so pls go easy on me!)

borhapparker's 1k follower celebration!

Jackson had been your refuge since the first time you encountered Maria and Tommy while searching for a safe place to spend the night. While they hadn't meant to pop in and disturb you, they were glad to find someone else they could invite into their newfound land.

While reluctant at first, there had been a lot of trust to gain, and Maria was a little harder to crack than Tommy. After weeks of working hard and observing their leadership in Jackson, you managed to prove to her your loyalty and trust, breaking that outer exterior she built around her, as you considered her family.

They knew you inside and out, sometimes making you feel like they knew you better than you knew yourself. But this wasn't always the case, and it somehow made you concerned when they forgot you never wanted to share a home with other people. Especially people that popped into your home with no warning.

While making repairs one day to your home, the one Tommy and Maria had let you choose for yourself, the front door had creaked open. Freezing, a chill crept up your spine, as you placed your tools down, before slowly heading to the door.

"Woah, Joel, this house is huge!" a girl's voice exclaimed as her voice bounced off the walls.

"It is a nice house, I guess."

There's two of them?

Placing your back to the wall, you hid from plain sight, wanting to hear them before they see you.

"Do I finally get a room to myself?" she asked as you heard the other person sigh.

"Yeah you can, Ellie." you heard them place their things down before the person sighed again. "S nice, gonna take some getting used to."

You slowly rounded the corner, a hammer in your hand from the box of tools you had at your feet. Just a precaution.

Quickly heading to the living room, where the voices were now located, you reached the unknown person, grabbing them in a slight chokehold with the hammer held next to their temple.

"Don't move." you threatened, as the person stiffened, before the girl, who you could now place a face to, pulled out her knife.

"Let him go," she threatened, as you smirked, "Or.."

"Or what? I have the upper hand here."

"Ellie, listen to her, drop the knife."

The girl relunctantly listened, dropping the knife on the ground and putting her hands up.

"Now, who are you guys and how did you get in my house?"

Ellie, the girl in front of you, tilted her head, both confused and angry.

"This is our house, what are you doing with a hammer?"

You sighed, "Fixing my house. If you guys didn't tell, it's inhabited already. So move on."

Pushing the man out of the chokehold, he stood next to Ellie, both of them now as confused as you were, none of the information they gave making sense.

"Who led you to this place?" you asked, lowering the hammer as they put their arms down.

"Tommy did, he said we could live here."

You shouted angrily, swinging the hammer as it stuck into the wall, before you stormed out, noticing Tommy across the way in his yard. "Tommy! Get the fuck over here, now!"

He turned, eyes wide, a slight smirk on his face before trudging over. "Y/n, everything okay?"

"No! Everything is not okay! Why the fuck would you give two random people my house to live in when we decided that was my place! I told you guys I don't like sharing!"

Tommy crossed his arms, "Maria and I decided you needed some company. Joel and Ellie came today and they need a place to stay. So they will be staying under the same roof. Besides, you have four rooms in that house, you can share."

Fucking Tommy and Maria messing with my shit.

"Fine." you sighed, crossing your arms.

Turning around, you paused, noticing Joel and Ellie watching the exchange from the patio, both arms crossed over their chest.

"Who are they anyway?"

Tommy smiled, exchanging a glance with the two strangers on your patio before turning to you, "That's my brother Joel, and her adoptive daughter Ellie."

Dropping your arms from in front of your chest, your eyes widened. "You're fucking with me."

He shook his head, smiling. "Nope. So play nice."

Walking to the patio, you pointed a finger at Joel, "We are not sharing a bed. Or a room."

"Fine by me." he shrugged, a slight smirk on his face.

At least he gave me a good-looking guest. Maybe he'll prove to be useful in fixing the house.

#ambs 1k follower celebration #pedro pascal #joel miller #the last of us #tlous #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal x you

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comfort-questing · 2 months

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15. "who did this to you?"

"is there a reason why you're in my room at two in the morning?"

it was always nice to get a visit from your little cousin in the dorm at mage college, of course. but Nurr had been up studying late and subsisting off toasted rye and cheese in the library furnace room for the last few days. familial obligations wore a little thin under those circumstances.

Viola unfolded herself from her oversized raincloak, eyes wide and dark in her pallid face, a nervous owlet in the shadow of Nurr's laundry-heaped bed. "um. maybe?"

"well, I guess spill it, then." Nurr let her bookbag slip down to the floor with a depressing thunk, and followed it, letting her weary bones complain as they might.

"well," said Viola, chewing on her lip, "I think I may have gotten cursed."

Nurr blinked. "I think it's called finals week."

"no. no - really." Viola twitched back her cloak, then, and opened one hand beneath the lamplight. the fine web of gray-green marks started ghostly in the creases of her right palm, but then darkened as they progressed, snaking up the veins of her wrist and arm. she could only raise that arm for a few moments, shaky already, and let it fall back to her side before looking up to meet Nurr's shocked eyes. "it - it hurts a little."

"a little," Nurr said, finally finding her voice, "that's a very - a grade A of a debility curse, what - "

never mind finals. this was more important. she cupped a hand under her cousin's elbow and another beneath her wrist, feeling the feeble twitch of the tendons as Viola tried to pull back. the signature of necromantic-school magic was unmistakable, an ashy sort of taste in the back of her mouth.

"who did this to you? do you know any really good students in first-year class who don't like you, or something?"

Viola shivered, her eyes almost as shadowy as Nurr's probably were.

"I don't know," she said, wistfully. "I wish I did. I mean - none of them really like me, but I didn't think - they'd do something like this. but it really does hurt, and - it's so hard to think, or sleep, or - or anything, yesterday and today it was worse, and so - "

Nurr let go of her arm and cupped a hand under her chin instead. "you could go to the infirmary, you know. they're able to do counterspell stuff."

"but - will I be in trouble?" said Viola.

"why in the world would you be in trouble?"

"I don't know. I - I've been having to bother so many people for help, I think - I thought they'd think I did it to myself, or something, to get out of finals." another little tremor ran through her, and she folded over into Nurr's lap, pillowing her messy dark head on the creased uniform skirt. "I'm so tired, and it hurts. everything hurts."

the horrors of first-year finals were something Nurr had tried to dull in her memory on purpose, quite frankly; but she remembered enough to have some idea of what to say, now, and what to do. she patted Viola's hair, gently.

"sleeping draught now. then infirmary tomorrow - after we both get some sleep. all right?"

Viola hiccuped softly between sobs, but nodded, more or less. she didn't complain about the heavy floral-smelling potion bottle Nurr held to her lips, though she accepted the water glass gratefully after. the borrowed nightgown was too long and wide for her, and her eyelids already wobbling as she burrowed into the wall side of Nurr's bed, fingers twitching randomly against the sheets.

"and after that," Nurr said, spitting out her tooth-cleaning water into the basin, "we're going after the highest-scoring necromantic student in your class, all right? but after finals."

it was probably all for the best that Viola was snoring softly by then.

#whump #hurt comfort #febuwhumpday15 #febuwhump2024 #legitimately feel like I should tag for something about higher education and guilt and stuff

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barrenclan · 1 year

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WWAAAH THIS ISSUE OH MY GOD!!!! I think i start half of my reaction-to-a-new-issue asks with "omg this issue" BUT I CANT HELP IT LITERALLY THIS ISSUE ALMOST MADE ME CRY (in a good way). im so happy for this little blue man and his family starting to patch up some!!! Slugpelt opening up about her trauma to her kids, i really love your portrayal on love-bombing and manipulation with Cashew. I think it's really important for things like that to be portrayed properly in media without it being romanticized. And obviously yeah SLUGPELT admits she romanticized it when she was younger because he was the only one to treat her that way and he was HERS but you dont romanticize it with your writing and !!!! literally i admire the way youre able to portray these things so well in writing so much. And honestly those lines of "he was the only one to tell me those things" and the fact that thats what got her so hooked to him,,, stung a little bit bc its like very vaguely relatable to me and auuuh my heart!! I'm glad she realized that he didn't love her but the fact that she loved him while knowing it was just a game to him hurt a bit. i was not expecting to vaguely relate to the equivalent of a middle-aged mother but slay i guess. And Daff's reaction,,, and Slugpelt's response to that? Mannnn my HEART i love seeing Slugpelt come around and actually try to be motherly to her kids. i love her this is a slugpelt fan club. NOW PINEPAW COMING OUT TOO!!! Dude. When i first read the line of him saying "now if were all spilling secrets.." I honestly thought of the skull thing at first. But then after like two seconds and getting a little further i was like OH MY GOD HE'S GOING TO COME OUT ISNT HE. I have so many thoughts about that scene but I cannot materialize them into cohesive words. just. the whole thing was so well done. and im glad it went well for him. His whole spiral of "oh god i messed up why cant i just be normal and-" really hit me so hard and then proceeded to run me over twice, as someone who is gay that is often a thought process i would fall into, so seeing it portrayed in something is so validating man. but everyones reaction. slugpelt comforting him and being supportive, reassuring him its not weird, and that he's ok. asphodel having a look of guilt initially, assumably because of all of the times she would poke and prod at him for "needing to have kits some day" (call back to one of the first issues) , and then instantly teasing him over how she's seen him look at cormorant. Daffodil,,, man i was honestly worried about her at first because I didnt know how the implication of pine liking the same cat as her would come off to her, but her reaction??? priceless. literally so wholesome. i love how she just sees it as something exciting and something they can relate and bond over, i honestly wasnt expecting her to react like that but at the same time she generally does seem like a good sport so im not surprised in the end. seems in character for her. literally i love her. sweet baby child. literally the whole pinepaw coming out section almost made me cry it filled me with so much joy and love i love these silly little cats so much. going to be thinking about this so much for the next week istg

MADDDYYYYY

TYSM I'm super glad you liked the issue!! I really wanted to get across Slugpelt's perspective, to help understand why she could be taken in so thoroughly by someone like Cashew. She's got virtually no support structure in her life, and has been shown pretty much nothing but rejection her entire life, so when someone actually (seems to) choose her it means a lot. And since she's been shown to be such a distant and sometimes hurtful mother, I made sure to try and show why she is that way.

Pinepaw chose to share delights instead of horrors today! He already got everything he wants to talk about with those bones outside him, and Cootstorm did ask him not to tell anyone else.

YEAH the coming out scene was really fun and cathartic to write tbh, and actually I wasn't gonna include it in my initial planning but decided I needed to. I had considered the possibility of his family reacting badly (since they do live in a traditionalist group) but in the end like... I don't want to. "Confused but supportive" feels much better narratively and character-wise. You're right about why Asphodelpaw looked guilty too, especially since she's figuring some things out about herself as well. Daffodilpaw is my sweet kitty and she may be a little confused but she got the spirit <3

I'm so glad you like it,, they are all my silly little children and I love them dearly

#ask #pinepaw #slugpelt #daffodilpaw #asphodelpaw

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Silent Night (Nothing Feels Right) - An Irondad Fanfiction

A/N: I wrote this fanfiction in December of 2020 and I guess…never posted it here? Maybe I did but I can’t find it. But since I can’t find it, here it is! I wanted to play with the idea of Christmas being really hard for Peter while Tony loves it. Title from The Worst Christmas Ever by Sufjan Stevens. Rated T for the use of one curse word. What's Infinity War and Endgame? We don't know her here. Also note that I remembered Peter was Jewish after writing this. I apologize - maybe I’ll write a more accurate version someday.

Summary: "It’s just I, I hate Christmas, okay? Like the fact that people buy you presents is nice and everyone talks about getting together with family but I don’t have that. I did and all Christmas does is remind me that I don’t. My mom and dad, they loved Christmas, lived for it. It was a two month holiday and it was so magical and perfect and then they died right before Christmas and now Christmas just hurts, it really, really hurts."

A look at grief during the holiday seasons throughout the years as Peter and Tony grow closer.

Also on Ao3

Peter’s first five Christmases are the best, though time has made them fuzzy and grief romanticized their imprint on his mind. He sees it in flashes: at the Christmas market around Rockefeller, where Richard and Mary would take him every year to buy new decor that littered the tiny apartment the week following Thanksgiving. In a classic clear lit Christmas tree whose top bends at the ceiling, it’s height too high for the space it’s confined, in science toys and loving looks, and “Merry Christmas, our little genius. You’re gonna change the world someday,” his mom would say. The tables were an explosion of glittered tinsel and forest garland, accenting the edges and corners. while Harry Connick Jr crooned “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas.” In the smell of gingerbread wafting from the oven after a hard day at school, after some kid named Rodrigo called him a four-eyed-freak and pushed him down, scraping his knee. In how he would curl up on the couch with his parents every evening the month of December, an old Christmas movie playing on the TV. Ben and May would join them every Christmas morning, and the five of them would spend the day drinking eggnog and dancing, May snatching the crimson ribbon from the tree and waving it around as her hips swayed. She’d reach out her hand to Peter until they were all dancing and singing, quite horribly, from the top of their lungs. He knows there were things he didn’t see, or his mind chose not to remember that might crush his idyllic five-year-old heart. But it was perfect, in his mind’s recollection. It was perfect.

Until it wasn’t.

Until a plane crashed in the Pacific and his world imploded and crashed with it. He went home with his Uncle Ben, and never returned to the apartment twelve blocks over in Queens. Dancing on Christmas felt wrong; everything, including Christmas itself felt wrong - a stabbing, overwhelming void he drowned in. (At least Rodrigo was nice to him now.) His sixth Christmas Eve, he cried until sleep claimed the remainder of his energy and Ben and May cried with him. The day was met with little fanfare, and he didn’t care about the presents under the too small tree, with colored lights instead of clear. Maybe if today didn’t happen, if he just laid in the Captain America comforter until it was dark outside again, it wouldn’t be real. He could forget the wet grass by the graveside where his parents' names were engraved into stone less than a month ago. The void hurt, his chest constricting with every breath.

“Peter, honey, it’s Christmas,” May said, her eyes just as swollen and red as his own.

“No, it’s not!” he protested, turning his face away from her and burying it further into the pillow. “It’s not Christmas without mom and dad. They...they loved Christmas. It can’t be Christmas without them.”

“You know..” May starts, choking on the words and letting it trail off.

“You’re right, Pete.” Ben said “It’s not Christmas without them. Come on, bud. Grab your coat. We’re going on a field trip.”

And that’s how it started, how they ended up stomping through the dark, gross, mush of snow, presents in hand, to spend Christmas morning with Richard and Mary once more. He didn’t know if he believed in heaven, but he hoped it was real, because it was very cold and sad there, Peter thought. But it’s the only way he knew to be with them.

It became tradition after that, and even on years that Peter didn’t want to visit, they’d brave the weather and sit around the graveside, exchanging presents and stories and highs and lows of the year. A morbid, oddly comforting reminder of everything he lost and everything he still had.

The year that Ben died, gunned down in a bodega over some petty cash, May didn’t sleep Christmas Eve. Peter stayed with her, curled up on the couch with a blanket and Ben’s favorite Christmas movies playing in the background. The grief eclipsed any remaining joy the “happiest season of all” supposedly carried. When morning came, it was Peter who coaxed May from her despair with hot chocolate and a sad smile.

“Come on May,” he whispered. “It’s not Christmas without the family.”

Ben was buried next to his parents. Neither Peter nor May did much more than cry and say “Merry Christmas” that year.

-/-/-

2016

Tony Stark loved Christmas, in a sort of nauseating, over-the-top way that Tony Stark does everything. He hired four dozen decorators to deck his house, the compound, and the rebought tower in different themes. It reminded Peter of his parents, in the way that you couldn’t turn a corner without seeing a tree, or garland, or some sort of Christmas memorabilia. And though the season brought a sharp sting with it, Tony’s joy and love for it was contagious. Peter couldn’t help but smile when he saw a Christmas hat resting on top of an old Iron Man suit, or an entire wall covered in high-tech Christmas lights. It reminded him of Christmas as a child, especially since he had started getting closer to Tony. Which was some whole other childhood dream, weird thing he was still figuring out how to navigate, come to life. After May had found out about Spider-Man, she called Happy, who called Mr. Stark and spent an hour ripping him a new one. Peter thought he would die of embarrassment right then and there. But to his surprise, it ended with Tony taking a more active role not just in the superhero antics, but Peter as well. Tony had even gone as far to invite Peter and May to his annual Christmas party a few months later.

Even May’s lingering fury was not enough to turn down the opportunity. The party is extravagance at its finest, overwhelming in its lavish embellishment. May abandons him three glasses of champagne in, leaving Peter to wander around looking for any familiarity with a growing sense of feeling out of place. He fidgets with his hands, adjusting the purposefully ugly Christmas tie May had bought him for the occasion, declining offers of the fancy cocktails, when he spots Happy. He basically sprints over to him.

“No, nope I did not sign up to chaperone you tonight kid. I’m security.”

“I’m 15,” Peter whines. “ I don't need a chaperone. Besides, May is here.”

“May, your single aunt May?” Happy inquires with a raise of his brow.

“Ew. No, no no no no. Do not ruin this for me. Please stop.” He covers his ears, as if that could help him unhear where Happy’s thoughts are.

Happy just shrugs. “Wanna be my, what do you call it? My guy in the chair.”

“As long as it doesn’t involve my aunt, sure.” Just then, Peter hears a crash, cringing as an ice sculpture shatters to the ground about forty feet away, onto the fake snow covering the floor.

“Okay kid, you’re on watch. Use that peter tingle of yours and super senses to make sure no one steals shit. We better split up though, it’s better for security if I cover one end and you the other. I’ve got Frozone over there.”

“Yes Mr. Happy, sir. Tha- Thank you!”

With Happy gone, Peter feels the loneliness return. It’s interrupted with the touch of a hand on his shoulder. “Ah, Underoos! You made it.” Tony says. “I see your aunt is hitting it off with Pepper.” They turn to the right and Tony waves. May’s head is thrown back in laughter and Pepper is pointing to her fiance. “Actually, wait this might have been a terrible idea.”

Peter laughs at that, and for the first time that night, he feels at ease. Mr. Stark’s hand on his shoulder is an anchor tethering him in this unfamiliar environment. As if he could sense it, Mr. Stark lifts up his completely unnecessary sunglasses, leveling him with a smirk. “You okay? I know these can be pretty overwhelming. I ordered some eggnog and apple juice just for you, you know since you can’t enjoy the adult beverages. I mean, I was at your age but this is why you are better than me.”

“I’m okay, Mr. Stark. Thank you for inviting me. And everything.”

“I couldn’t not invite my favorite young adult. Aren’t you youngins supposed to be the epitome of Christmas spirit and all that jazz?”

“I mean, look at my tie. It’s got Christmas spirit.”

Tony opens his mouth to respond, but closes it. “You know what, here.” He reaches into his inner coat pocket, pulling out a small, red wrapped package. “You seem like you could use some Christmas cheer.” Tony hands it to him, turns on his heel and calls out “Merry Christmas, Pete” as he walks away.

The following weekend, Peter sits on a ratty quilt in a deserted graveyard on Christmas morning. May is standing back, giving him some semblance of privacy. “Hey mom, dad, Ben. I...This year has been surreal. I saved New York. And Mr. Stark got me a Christmas present. It’s a watch that turns into web shooters and it is possibly the coolest thing ever and I think we’re like, friends? It’s nice, really weird, but…” Peter sighs, pulling at the grass around the stones. “I miss you all. And Mr. Stark really loves Christmas and sometimes it’s hard, because I don’t. But he makes me want to love it too. And this little girl told me that Spider-Man is better than Santa Clause, which is insane, right? I wish you could see me. May said you’d be proud of me, but. I just really wish you all were here.”

-/-/-

2017

When Thanksgiving rolls around the next year and starts off the holiday season, it brings the ache of grief with it. He doesn’t have the time to dwell in it like he has in years past, too preoccupied with AP tests, the SATs, Spider-Manning, and bi-weekly training and lab days with Mr. Stark. So when the billionaire invites him to his personal, small family, Christmas, he’s really confused and surprised when the main emotion that surfaces is one of overwhelming sadness for the family he’s lost. Ned would probably have a conniption if the roles were reversed, passing out on site of elation. And it’s not that he isn’t excited, it’s just…

A guilt, he’ll realize later. But naming it doesn’t make it any easier. He knows he isn’t replacing them, he knows that, but it feels almost paternal, how Mr. Stark looks after him, knows his schedule, and worries over his safety to an overbearing extent. And now he’s somehow a part of his family Christmas.

“Are you sure you want me to come to Christmas dinner, Mr. Stark? I don’t want to intrude on your family-”

“I wouldn’t invite you if I didn’t want you there, Peter.” He says. The use of his actual first name stops him in his tracks, only reserved for moments of seriousness. It’s enough to quell the insecurities for now. He’s not going to ruin anything about his mentor’s favorite holiday.

“Okay.”

It’s only Tony, Pepper, Rhodey, Happy May and Peter Christmas Evening, though the amount of food could feed triple that amount. Peter’s excited, but drained from the earlier holiday festivities, so he takes the time to admire the decor around the house. It’s elegant, obviously Pepper’s doing, and he tries to force some of the magic of the season into his bones. There’s a tree in the corner whose tip caresses the ceiling, and it unlocks a memory that Peter had forgotten:

Peter sits atop his fathers shoulders at age four, reaching as high as he can to put the star at the top of the tree. When he leans forward, his glasses slide to the tip of his nose. “Daddy, my glasses!” he calls, but it’s too late and they fall to the floor. In the commotion, he drops the star too, and it breaks. Peter begins to cry.

Richard bends down to retrieve the fallen items, and swings Peter back around to his front. “It’s okay, your glasses are fine.” He holds them out to him. “See?”

“But,” his lip quivers. “But I broke the star. I’m so sorry daddy.”

He shushes him gently, pulling him in a hug. “The star doesn’t matter. What matters is you’re okay. You didn’t fall. It’s okay. I’m gonna put you on the couch while I clean up this glass,” Richard kisses his head. “I think it looks better without it, anyway. It’s too tall for a topper.”

“You’re not mad?” Peter asks, voice cracking.

“Mad? No, of course not. It was an accident.”

Rhodey’s laughter brings Peter back to the present and he forces a smile. Peter looks around and even Happy looks happy, animatedly gesturing as he retells an embarrassing story from Tony’s past. He tries to focus on the story, fingernails digging crescents into his palm, but it only draws blood and heightens the constriction on his heart. Peter excuses himself, racing off to the bathroom and locking the door.

He expects it to be May who finds him, but to his surprise it’s Tony who is knocking on the door a couple minutes later. “Pete? You okay in there?”

“I’m fine, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to worry you.” Peter replies, opening the door and refusing to meet his mentor’s eyes.

“Care to talk about it?”

“About what?”

“Come on, kid. I know you. You’ve been off. And not just today, this whole month. What’s going in that head of yours?”

He feels a single tear roll down his cheek and the words spew fast. “It’s just I, I hate Christmas, okay? Like the fact that people buy you presents is nice and everyone talks about getting together with family but I don’t have that. I did and all Christmas does is remind me that I don’t. My mom and dad, they loved Christmas, lived for it. It was a two month holiday and it was so magical and perfect and then they died right before Christmas and now Christmas just hurts, it really fucking hurts. And I know you love it and I don’t want to ruin it for you because no one should have something they love ruined, you know? I’m just, I’m just so tired. And it’s hard every year and I try to pretend that it’s not but. I just. I miss my family. I miss Ben and my parents and I really appreciate all that you’ve done for me and I don’t want to make this about me because you deserve to have a good Christmas. I’m sorry. I - ” He sighs deep, closing his eyes tight to keep the emotions at bay, and slides down the wall to sit on the floor. Tony joins him, sitting criss-cross-apple-sauce in front of him.

“I, I’m not great with this emotional stuff, and I think, well my therapist would say my way of coping is doing everything in excess. My parents died just before Christmas, and my dad was not the ideal father and my mom, I don’t know how she put up with him, loved him even. But I have three good memories of my parents together, and one of them was on Christmas.” Tony pauses a moment, lost in the recollection. “And I love Christmas because I’m just trying to get that feeling back. Sometimes I can. Most of the time I can’t. You don’t have to pretend to like Christmas for me, or for anyone. But you do have to pretend to like Pep’s cooking.”

“She’s a great cook!”

“Your comparison is your aunt who I’m pretty sure destroyed your taste buds with her date loaf.”

“At least I don’t eat gross rich people food that no one can pronounce.”

Tony gently elbows him. “Tell me about them, your parents.”

Peter smiles, and it feels genuine for the first time in two weeks. He doesn’t usually talk about them, and he wonders now if it’s because no one ever asks. As he begins to talk, he feels a weight lifted from his chest he hadn’t realized was there. The grief is still there, but it’s sting is subdued, and he feels himself actually appreciating the holiday for the moment. Tony’s a better listener than Peter would have expected and it isn’t long until he’s sharing his stories with everyone. May’s anecdotes add character and details he only remembered from the times she would tell him. It feels nice, sharing this part of himself with the people he now considers family.

-/-/-

2018

It’s stupid how it happens really. One second he’s singing to himself to the tune of Jingle Bells “Thwipping through the streets of New York every night. Wrapping bad guys up in my web so tight. Crawling up the walls, making villains fight. What fun to make the holidays free from crime tonight. Oh-” And the next his body slams full force into a crane and through a building. He will never live this down, as Karen reminds him now that he’s conscious and recovering in the Tower’s medbay. Mr. Stark, sympathetic at first, has now played the video for all of the Avengers. This is death by mortification, and if he doesn’t live until Christmas, his obituary will read “killed by quick wit in an attempt at holiday spirit gone wrong. His untimely demise is the fault of mentor and fellow Avenger, Iron Man, who thrives off Spider-Man’s constant embarrassment.”

The super drugs Dr. Cho has him on keeps him wired and restless. In the three days since he has broken his leg and fractured his ribs, he’s eaten copious amounts of food, mostly cookies because “it’s Christmas. Don’t deny me these joys”, played hours of video games, Facetimed Ned, binge watched the first season of Chuck, and begged Tony to let him work in the lab. He’s met with a no everytime, with Tony, May, and Dr. Cho saying he needs to rest instead of work.

“I’m tired of resting. I want to do things.”

“You should have thought about that before you didn’t pay attention to where you were swinging, Tarzan.” Tony replies.

Peter groans, overly dramatic. Christmas Eve is tomorrow and he can’t even walk. May’s staying with them, both her and Peter not wanting to be separated so close to Christmas. She’s been burying herself in books, and Peter knows it’s just a distraction from the grief that resurrects this time of year. He couldn’t be more grateful she’s here with him though, her presence a balm keeping him from tearing at the seams. And no matter how energetic he acts, the seasonal anxiety still thrums just beneath the surface, worsened by his injured state.

He needs to move. He needs to do things. He needs -

“Tony, can I fly your Iron Man suit? I don’t even need to walk and-”

“Absolutely not.”

Christmas Eve is quieter than normal. They play Christmas movies all day, different Avengers rotating in and out. It’s the first prolonged period of time he’s really got to spend with them since Tony and Steve made up a few months ago. Things are still tense, especially between the aforementioned heroes, but Tony seems more content and Peter was more than ecstatic to meet everyone. Natasha is the one that’s surprised him the most: she’s kinder than he would have thought, taking an immediate liking to her “fellow Spider”. It’s still surreal to see her lounging around in her pajamas, eating cereal, doing normal people things. She’s made it a game to throw random things at him to see if he’ll catch or dodge it. He usually ends up getting hit with two pillows a day when he stays at the Tower.

It’s late Christmas Eve night when he realizes he won’t be able to visit his family the following morning, and the anxiety he’s been fighting explodes to the surface. Friday alerts Tony to Peter’s change in vitals and he’s there in fifteen seconds.

"Breathe with me Pete. Come on, you’re okay. In and out, feel that?” Tony grabs Peter’s hand, pressing it into his chest. “Mimic me. You’re safe. Breathe. You’re doing great.”

Minutes pass before Peter’s breathing returns to normal and he leans into Tony’s shoulder. “Thank you,” he whispers.

“Anytime. . .Wanna talk about it?”

“I-” He sits up and opens his mouth to refuse, but something stops him. Maybe this is something he can fix. “I spend every Christmas morning since my parents passed at the cemetery with them and Ben and I - I can’t tomorrow.” he gestures to his casted leg. “I just, it’s the only way I know to...honor them. Be with them. Christmas was their favorite day, I just, I have to spend it with them.” There’s a pause, the weight of Peter’s words syncing in.

“Wow kid, that’s really fucking sad.” Tony responds, squeezing his shoulder gently in a sign of comfort. “But, what kind of billionaire, philanthropist, superhero and mentor would I be if I ruined your depressing Christmas tradition because of a broken leg?”

“Wait, you - I can go?”

“Yeah, get some sleep. We’ll go in the morning.”

They wheel Peter to the headstones the next morning. He thinks it’s a little dramatic, but he knows that his fractured ribs will be thankful. It’s surprisingly warm for a December 25th, and Peter’s just thankful to have May, Tony, and Pepper there - the new and old truly blending for the first time. Pepper had brought three sets of flowers, and the gesture warms Peter from the inside out.

He tells his parents and Ben about joining the Avengers, defeating the Green Goblin, and how he’s about graduate high school. Tony even speaks up, talking of the more embarrassing moments on missions and in training. May talks about wine nights with Pepper, and the new office job she started in September.

Peter doesn’t realize he’s crying at first, not until May is bent down in front of him, wiping a tear from his cheek.

“I’m sorry. I don’t - I don’t know why…”

“Shhh, it’s okay baby,” May says, misty eyed herself. She grabs the handle of the wheelchair and turns him around. “Let’s go get some tissues from the car.”

It gives Tony a moment to himself and he sighs, sitting on the ground between the stones.

“Hi, I...I haven’t even done this for my own parents, so it feels a little weird.” Tony sighs, putting his hands in his pockets. “I just wanted to meet you and say that… God, I don’t know what I’m doing. But Peter is such a good kid. His heart is so kind and big. He makes me want to be better. To be a better man, maybe a father someday. He’s a little reckless at times, I blink and he’s injuring himself or doing some teenage superhero bullshit, which also makes me second guess the whole father thing…” He trails off, clearing his throat. “But I wanted to thank you for raising him. For making him the man is. He told me a little bit about you all last year. I wish I could have met you. All of you. . . I’ve made too many mistakes to count, some even with Peter. But I will do everything in my power to protect him. And I just wanted you to know that.” He claps his hands, rubbing them together to break the tension he feels. “Okay, well. . . Rest easy Richard, Mary, and Ben.” He touches their gravestones in farewell, and walks back to the car.

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