#ben wade x you

[mystery-star]

Whumpril 2023 - Day 3 | Knife to Throat

Pairing: Ben Wade x reader (gender neutral)

Words: 709

Warnings: allusion to abduction, mentions of death

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Trips to town were the best. It was when you’d get away from the gang life and met other people to find out what had been going on the past weeks. Of course for Ben they weren’t always as fun because being wanted he had to make sure no one spotted him or be ready to flee if that happened. But still you were glad that he came with you so you could enjoy the day together with your husband. Of course you weren’t going for long walks in all the areas but to do some shopping or having a meal or drink together.

Today you had just left the little restaurant of the hotel and were on your way back to your horses to leave when you suddenly felt someone grab you from behind. Just as you wanted to let out a scream a hand came over your mouth and you felt a knife against your throat. You winced in fear and tried to glance to Ben, knowing he’d be helping you any second now but you saw that he was in the same situation.

“Well, would you look at who we got here” the man behind Ben spoke “This is paying out really well”

“Let’s see if you think the same way in a few minutes” there was a smirk on his face and you only hoped he had a plan.

“Now you hand over all your valuables”

“How do you plan to get ‘em if you’re holding us, huh?” something bumped into you and a third man was now suddenly in front of you

“I’ll take care of that”

“Oh well, I could have realized there’s a third idiot around” you threw a glance at your husband, silently begging him to cut the comments or they might get you into further trouble. Hoping it would appease your attackers you started rummaging your pockets for money.

“Looks like at least one of you’s clever” the man in front of you sneered as he snatched your purse away and inspected it. Then he expectantly turned to Ben.

“If you’re gonna rob me, you better do it correctly and do rob me. I ain’t giving anything to you”

“Ben” you hissed and winced when the guy kneed him in the stomach. But at least he then searched your husband and took away his valuables and even the gun.

“Oh now you’ve done it”

“We’d be mad to leave you this” he took out the Hand of God and examined it. Ben only smirked

“You do know the gun’s cursed, right?” oh my he just never shut up… the man pointed the gun at Ben

“I suggest you better shut up and you might get out of this alive”

“You don’t have any good reason to kill me. If you had a quarrel with me you’d have long said something. And I doubt you could get a bounty for me without being arrested yourself”

“No but I might just kill you because I want you. You and your friend here” while he appeared calm and unbothered on the outside, you knew your husband was furious that they threatened you like this.

“Alright, let’s go” the one behind you said and gave you a nudge before starting to walk backwards

“What are you doing?”

“Just an insurance you’re not getting any ideas, Wade”

“If you hurt…”

“We get it. It’s all up to you. We do nothing if you do nothing” you heard him growl but he remained calm “Now you just keep on walking to your horse and ride away and no one gets hurt here” Ben was released and he threw a short glance at you and again you silently begged him to not do something stupid and finally he turned back around and walked away towards the horses. You let out a breath of relief

“Don’t you worry. We’ll let you go in a couple minutes once we know he’s gone for sure” you frowned because there was no guarantee Ben would continue riding once he was out of side but you didn’t need to tell them that. All that counted was that you got away. If they even planned to let you go in the first place…

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[sciderman]

Round boy + mask = square jaw

Pointy boy + mask = egg

Why?

wade's mask is masc. (hahaehehehahaeo...)

wade does a lot to mask his soft interior – he worries a lot about appearing soft.

[x]

he's GETTING SOFT (and peter loves it. he loves when wade gets soft.)

[x]

underneath it all, wade's soft and round. no matter how he tries to hide it.

[x]

wade is always hiding it – to way more extreme and destructive measures than peter, actually.

it's kind of funny, wade's insistence that peter needs to be honest to himself - because wade's the poster boy. wade finds it difficult to be true to himself, because he doesn't even know which "self" is true at this point. he's constantly pretending to be someone or something else.

something that'll please others. make him more palatable. more entertaining. make the audience side with him, even if he thinks he's undeserving. fake it till you make it.

sometimes i think about how wade lost his virginity the night before he enlisted (because he was worried the guys would make fun of him if he was a virgin.)

of course they made fun of him anyway.

he doubles down - he puts on the macho air that everyone expects from him. he can be the bad boy. he can be the rugged antihero that is a total jerk but everyone loves anyway because he's the tough guy. it's why you'll never get to see what adult wade looked like pre-weapon X - you'll see wade in his teenage years - but once he enlists - that's not wade wilson. he's constantly playing a role. cool action hero, whatever'll get him the girl.

it isn't until weapon X that he's forced into a position where he can't hide anymore. everything is on his skin. plain as day, for everyone to see.

[x]

deadpool becomes the mask wade can hide all his damage and his insecurities behind because lord knows he can't hide a thing when he's out of it. like a lobster out of his shell. he's soft, and pink and tender. he couldn't survive without that hard red shell exterior, to make him look tough.

peter's mask is also masc, but his mask is peter parker.

spider-man is kind of funny. in that – outwardly, it does look similar to deadpool's performative masculinity. he has "-man" in his name, for christ's sake - but - it's not, really. you wouldn't say spider-man is overly macho. even as much as peter insists it is - nobody buys it.

you'd definitely, by all accounts, call peter parker the more masc aligned of the two - peter wears baggy clothes, he's kind of uptight, a little bit boring - and spider-man - spider-man's downright flamboyant - from his mannerisms, his jokes, and his tights. oh, and his fluttery little web-wings. he is fruity.

spider-man, in his tiny fruity little tights: YEAH. take a look at ME, girls. this is what true manhood looks like.

you might say the confidence it grants him is what makes him macho - but i think the fun thing about peter's gender journey is his embracal that actually - confidence isn't necessarily a masculine trait, and that - actually, his gender icons (save for uncle ben) are largely confident women.

i think that's why olive is so dear to me - that peter's leaning into a confidence and self-assuredness that doesn't come from being conventionally masculine. and, in fact - peter parker might be so shy and insecure because he's trying to fit in a box that doesn't fit him.

i think spider-man is more of a playground for peter. a place where he can experiment with his gender and his sexuality and the concept of "manhood" and what it means to him.

he can explore, because the anonymity grants him less social pressure to fit in. society can despise spider-man, and yeah - it'll get him down, but the repercussions are relatively little. peter has to fit in, to survive. and, as peter parker, he's terrified of those repercussions.

peter has such a desire to explore his identity and understand himself better - but, under safe, controlled conditions - whether that's under the anonymity of his mask or... or with people, who make him feel safe.

so, spider-man is peter's outlet to be fruity without repercussions. peter's og dragsona, actually. so – lithe, and curvy. he is so shape.

#sci speaks #GENDER !! #i could write essays. #ask-spiderpool #meta

[zepskies]

In the Dark

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x F. Reader

Summary: You and Ben have tackled the insurmountable together, but no one said the recovery would be easy.

AN: Another story for the BMD-verse! This was requested by @sl33pylilbunny. It’s set in the six-month time gap after Part 17 and before the Epilogue of Break Me Down.

Word Count: 1,500 Tags/Warnings: Angst, traumatic memories, hurt/comfort and feels.

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The building was falling apart.

You couldn’t remember why, but you were deep in a labyrinth. The only way out was further down, into what felt like an immense basement, wading through debris and pieces of the ceiling threatening to crush you at every turn.

You hadn’t stopped running and your lungs were on fire. Your heartbeat was loud in your ears. You had an iron grip on your friend’s wrist, so you wouldn’t lose her or her son in the chaos.

“Keep going,” you told them. “We’re getting out.”

A hand on your shoulder stopped you from moving forward.

And three shots rang out. You ducked and took your friend down with you, but you choked on a gasp when you looked back…

You woke with a sharp inhale.

Your eyes blinked wide and bleary in a pitch black room. You couldn’t see, but you could still hear your wild heartbeat echoing between your ears.

The more you blinked, the more your eyes adjusted. You could make out the familiarity of your bedroom. While you tried to calm your breathing, you turned onto your side, slowly.

You found Ben, asleep.

His mouth was parted as he breathed. His hair had fallen over his brows in sleep. You almost smiled…but you weren’t quite able to.

You carefully brushed the stray locks away from his forehead. Then you slid out of bed so you wouldn’t disturb him.

This had become your habit over the past couple of weeks since moving into this new apartment. You loved it, but it was hard for you to stay comfortable at night.

Though I don’t think that’s the apartment’s fault, you thought wryly. No, it was just your fucked mental health.

Shaking your head at yourself, you went down to the kitchen and made yourself some chamomile tea. That was Step 1.

Step 2 was sitting on the couch with your laptop and your headphones. You kept yourself up with YouTube videos and answering work emails. By now, they knew not to ask why you were sending them at three in the morning.

This time, however, you made a mistake.

Instead of going back to bed and lying awake for another hour until your alarm went off…you fell asleep on the couch.

You must’ve been more exhausted than you thought.

The next time you woke, it was to the odd sensation of floating. Or rather, being carried. You blinked up at Ben, whose brows were already furrowed.

“Hey,” you said, a bit sheepishly.

He didn’t answer you, nor did he set you down until he’d walked you back into the bedroom and laid you down on your side of the bed. It was still dark in the room, which meant you couldn’t have been asleep for more than an hour or so.

Ben slipped back into bed, and you turned toward him under the covers.

You felt bad about waking him up. He had his own bouts of insomnia, but it had been starting to get better, ever since you two moved in together permanently a couple of months ago.

You scooted closer to him, resting your head against his shoulder when he shifted onto his back. His arm came down around your waist, a comfortable weight that made you feel more secure.

“When was the last time you slept through the night?” he asked.

You breathed in deeply…and you let it out.

“I don’t know,” you replied.

He paused for a moment. Then he hummed in understanding. His hand moved slowly up and down your back.

You closed your eyes, but he still fell back asleep before you did.

Both of you had to work in the morning. Ben watched you out of the corner of his eye as you got ready for the day.

He’d been waiting for you to come to him with whatever was on your mind, but you were keeping it to yourself. He didn’t push you. You were smart, and whatever you needed to work out, he would let you deal with it your way, as you so often did.

It didn’t seem to affect how you did your job. At Supe Affairs, no one was the wiser. They didn’t know about the concealer covering the bags under your eyes, or that you were adding a couple shots of espresso to your usual latte every morning.

No, the fun came long after your day was done. After you had showered and dressed for bed, with a silent undercurrent of anxiety hovering in the back of your mind.

Another night, another pain in your ass.

You kept your eyes open for as long as you could, but at 2:00 a.m., you couldn’t take it anymore.

The darkness claimed you.

Three shots rang out. You ducked and took Yvette with you, but you choked on a gasp when you looked back…

Jon, your father, had a gloved fist punched through his chest cavity. 

You watched with wide eyes as Black Noir revoked his arm from your father’s body with a wet, horrific sound. You gasped when Jon fell to his knees.

But to your shock, the supe glanced right past you, Yvette, and Devon. His pale gray eyes focused on only the men in the room. He then strode forward and began picking them off one by one.

You shakily pointed out a large aisle of A-Train merchandise for your friend to hide behind. Yvette pulled her son in that direction, while you went to your father where he laid on the ground. 

With difficulty, you rolled him onto his back. You then laid a hand on his shoulder, while the other hovered over his chest. Blood pooled through the gaping chasm in his Vought-issued black jacket. 

Your lower lip trembled, and you realized then that you were crying as he struggled for breath. Even after everything he’d done to you—to your family—it still hurt you to see him like this…to know that he was dying. 

And there was no time. Not to save him, or for resolution…

“Dad,” you tried, but he stopped you. His brows were furrowed with pain, but he gripped your wrist tight. 

“Run,” he said. He held on for a moment or two longer, but when the light faded from his eyes, you closed yours. 

Your eyes wrenched open when a hand gripped your throat.

It was Black Noir, brandishing a katana between your eyes.

“…ake up.”

Words that just barely registered as you sucked in shallow breaths.

A solid pair of arms were caging you, and you instinctively fought the hold, uttering a whimper.

“Hey,” he said firmly. “It’s me.”

You gasped and finally found Ben’s face in the dark of the room. You heaved for breath as you stared up at him.

Despite your relief, tears brimmed in your eyes. Your grip tightened on his arms as your lips trembled. You opened your mouth to speak, but all that came out was a sob.

Ben slid onto his side instead of looming above you. He guided you more securely into his arms, and you let yourself rest against his chest. You buried your face there and wept.

His fingers sorted through your hair as he tried to calm you.

“I’ve got you,” he rumbled. 

Your body was exhausted. Your chest was filled with anxiety, the remnants of fear, and frustration at yourself, that you couldn’t just get over this.

But you felt his lips at the crown of your head. The sound of his steady heartbeat beneath your cheek drowned out the sound of your rapid one, and it served to steady you too. Your hand splayed against his chest, connecting you with his warm skin.

You began to calm in his arms.

“I see my father die every night,” you whispered.

Finally, you admitted the things you hadn’t been able to for weeks.

“Black Noir, Vought crumbling, trying to find you,” you said, even though your voice was shaking. “Everything, all over again…except I never make it out.”

Ben let out a deep sigh. He nodded, his lips still brushing against your forehead.

“It’s just a dream,” he said.

You shook your head. “No, it’s not.”

He could concede to that. He didn’t know what else to say to you though. All he could think to do was hold you a bit tighter.

“It’ll fade,” he said eventually. “Give it time.”

You squeezed your eyes shut. A few tears fell through, but he brushed those away from your cheek.

When you were able to look up at him again, you asked him, “Has it all faded for you?”

Part of you already knew what he might say. As a result, you expected the way he hesitated.

“You know the answer to that,” he said. His fingers continued to sift through your hair, and you breathed easier at the pleasant sensation.

“They’re like battle wounds,” he continued. “They’ll just become scars.”

That wasn’t anything new for you, he knew. You’d had scars long before he met you.

You seemed to let his words sink in though. You nodded and pressed a kiss to his chest; a wordless thank you.

“Close your eyes,” he said, low and steady.

You hesitated, but you did as he said. You closed your eyes.

And when your breathing gentled into the deep calm of sleep, Ben allowed himself to try and do the same.

AN: And there we have it. Short and angsty lol. But I can't write angst without a little hurt/comfort. 💚💚

I hope you liked this!

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[nymphie66]

"God Bless America"

Part Two

Part Three

Author's notes: This is my first fic on this blog, so wish me luck.

Soldier boy x f!reader; Warnings: Dark fic, we're ignoring the roe v wade turnover, mentions of abortion, mentions of sex, mentions of cheating.

Description: You fall pregnant with your team member (boyfriend) Soldier Boy's baby. He's obsessed with you and would love nothing more than to lock you down in a suburban home. Unfortunately, you're a modern woman and fed up of his whoring ways - and a supe at that. So instead of panicking when that test comes back positive you decide to remind Ben of what freedom America has granted you

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Five times he had called you, and five times you had hung up on him. The wind was blowing in your hair as you drove down the highway, pop tunes blasting as you sang your wretched little heart out to them. You drove a classic open-top chevy, something that only Vought money could buy, the only upside to them exploiting your powers. The positive pregnancy test was stuffed in your bag, and you smiled as you remembered taking a picture of it and sending it off. It had been 36 hours since you went MIA, though Vought didn't really care, they knew a certain someone would sort you out.

That certain someone was desperately trying to get ahold of you, after receiving the picture of your positive pregnancy test and the words "guess you'll have to break it to your whores that you are more fertile than you think"

The other women meant nothing, Ben had assured you, simple blips in his dedication to you. You understood, to begin with, that he was a man with a large appetite, and you didn't mind. Your relationship had blossomed on this mutual understanding, that each had insatiable desires that sometimes required external satisfiers. That was until a few months in when Ben had restricted that understanding. Asked you to be his and only his. Which you complied with, as long as he did the same. And he did- or at least he swore he did. And you believed him, because who wouldn't believe America's golden boy?

You were happy, genuinely happy. Lost in the belief of love and adoration until you called Ben's hotel room and another woman picked up. Though after her voice all you could hear was your beloved's harsh scolding of her for picking up and the sound of a body flying across the room. That's when you knew, when the belief broke, and to think you had the test right there in your hands, that you were daresay excited over your next chapter with him.

He had always told you, how good you would look with his baby, how nobody else was worthy of carrying his child. You used protection, even if he didn't and were never worried that his lustful promises would come true. But then they did, nothing is perfect after all.

You threw the phone across the room, your abilities causing it to smash through the bedroom wall and then the next one. A heart once filled with joy and love suddenly soured into hate and revenge.

That's when you sent the picture and the message, and quickly hopped into your car, speeding down the highway, screaming to whatever heartbreak anthem was playing, your phone incessantly ringing.

Eventually, after perhaps the tenth ring, you decided to pick up, and in a sickly sweet - yet slightly psychotic, voice you answered him.

"Hello, Ben, Honey, whatever is the matter?'

"Are you fucking out of your mind woman!? Why the hell weren't you picking up!?" He was pissed off and that only widened your smile.

"So sorry honey, I was just preoccupied, you know its not safe to use a phone whilst driving."

"Well you better be driving your ass over here, we have much to fucking talk about."

"I would hate to third wheel though, I mean it wouldn't be fair to- ha! do you even know her name?" There was a silence which confirmed your suspicions, at least he had maintained that they meant nothing to him. "Anyway, I have to go I'm almost at the clinic."

"Clinic? You're going to get a scan? I want to be there I want to-"

"A scan?" You laughed cruelly, eyes on the road as you overtook various civilians. "No, no Ben, I'm getting an abortion, honey."

"The fuck you are that is my child-"

"And my body! Isn't it amazing what women can do in the modern age? As much as you can whore out your body to any woman with a pulse, I can get mine sorted out by a lovely doctor with a warm smile." You wish you could be there to see his face, as his world crashed down around him just as yours had moments ago. You knew how badly he wanted a child, how badly he wanted a child with you, and you could take that all away from him. "Just a simple procedure and our chemical mishap can be erased. God bless America."

"If you even fucking step foot in that goddamn clinic I will make you regret the moment you ever even fucking spoke those fucking words to me." Ben threatened down the phone and you felt a chill go down your spine, he was more serious than you were. But the enjoyment you got from tormenting him, from hurting him like he had hurt you outweighed any form of sense and you decided to take it a step further.

"Ben you're so right. I won't step foot into a clinic I swear." You put an extra essence of dumb innocence into your words that continued into your next sentence, ignorant of Ben's sigh of relief over the phone. "I'll just go to another man's bed - a real man's, and have him fuck that baby out of me.``

You heard a crushing noise before the line went dead, and you laughed happily. In reality, you had no idea what you were going to do with the foetus, but you knew that first, you had to get a check on your health. Who knew what you and Ben had created, hopefully, nothing like homelander but you wanted to check. Which was what brought you to a nondescript hospital, in an average town, and checked in under the boring cover name Vought had given you for such a scenario - that of needing medical attention whilst laying low.

The lovely doctor with the predicted warm smile told you everything was fine and that you were 12 weeks along, close out of the danger zone but not too far gone that certain options were ruled out. You could do whatever you wanted.

You thanked her and as you gathered your belongings, you couldn't help but put a hand to your abdomen. The thought of life inside you wasn't as repulsive as previously thought, in fact, the more you thought about it the more you assured yourself that you could handle a baby, Ben's involvement or not. You were going to keep the child - but he didn't know that.

Which is why when you left the hospital, you felt a sudden arm around your waist and cuffs placed on your wrists - power subduing ones, and you were quickly shoved into the back of the van. The encounter lasting no more than 20 seconds.

When you managed to look up at your assailant you weren't surprised to see him, Ben. His hair was ragged, his suit had evidently been hastily put on and his eyes were wild. It was one of the few times you actually found yourself scared of him.

You scampered to the back of the van, until your back hit its cool metal walls and there was nowhere else to go. Ben chuckled, darkly as he approached you, a lopsided grin on his face.

"I knew you wouldn't baby, I knew it." He said though it was more reassurance to himself than anything. You looked up at him with a fury, unwilling to submit to his arrogance.

"I still can Ben-" Your words were quickly cut off by his gloved grip around your neck as he hoisted you upwards towards him. You choked and pried at his hand, but it was no use. He was much, much stronger than you.

"It's cute that you think you have the privilege of free will in this situation." He laughed and he relaxed his grip on your neck, not enough for you to be comfortable but enough that his grip would still leave a mark. He jerked you closer towards him, your foreheads resting against each other. "I know I've been bad, baby, I do. And I'm sorry - you hear that? I'm fucking sorry. But I'm here now. Here for you, and for them."

With that, he placed his free hand on your stomach and looked down as he did it. A genuine smile on his face. You continued to struggle but you really were no match for him, not when you were like this. He looked at you and you tried not to recoil at his evident pride and satisfaction that he had you, right where he wanted you.

"We're going to have a happy family, baby. Just you wait."

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[mqonlighting]

spideypool thoughts because i am back in my sm/dp phase and loving every goddamn second of it !!

- something about the way their dynamic is actually healthy??? yeah no FUCK the i-can-change-him idea, but rather the I-CAN-CHANGE-FOR-HIM idea??? obsessed and I love it in terms of spideypool

- i am ABSOLUTELY SMITTEN for the legendary fics where spidey gets jealous of himself and is left in a state of pure shock about it whenever wade’s swooning over his latest crush peter parker like SOMETHING ABOUT IT IS SO PETER OF PETER TO DO AND ITS FUNNY AND MAKES FOR A DELICIOUS IDENTITY REVEAL

- coming up to the topic of identity reveals I have a LOT to say about them, first of all I find them so important to the progression of wade and peter’s relationship. it’s important because maybe, on a more practical level, peter feels like wade has so much at his disposal to exploit his identity — but it’s that exact mindset that makes the big moment so special. who peter is behind the mask is him in a state of vulnerability; at the end of the day, spider-man is everyone’s shield and their great savior and protector — including peter’s. he feels like he has to be so strong and brave all the time and have his guard up, but the moment he takes off the mask, it means that he trusts you with his fragmented pieces and trusts that you won’t break them any further. NOW TAKE THAT IN THE CONTEXT OF SPIDEYPOOL, WHERE PETER FEELS LIKE HE HAS TO HATE WADE BECAUSE WADE IS WHO HE IS BUT HE TRUSTS HIM ANYWAYS AND DOESNT KNOW WHY. gold

- this is something that’s like said a lot but there’s something so interesting about the fact that wade and peter as characters actually have very similar principles and characteristic points — they’re both funny, both use humor and quippage to cope with the turmoil and struggle constantly thrown at them, and they were both thrown into the deep end at young age. where their characters begin to diverge are the morals and ideas formed by their unique and individual traumatic experiences and coping experiences. for example, if ben hadn’t died and peter’s rageful side and irresponsibility only consumed him, who’s to say he wouldn’t have become a murderous killer the same way wade was? or even a mercenary the same way Wade did to try and support himself financially and care for his family? and if wade had grown up in a supportive household and learned the price of his actions, who’s to say he wouldn’t have become a hero like peter? EXPERIENCES BUILD CHARACTERS AND THESE TWO HAVE SUCH INTRICATE CHARACTERS

- something about their perceptions of one another physically. I TALKED ABOUT THIS IN ONE OF MY REPOSTS but the way peter is just an average, pretty good-looking guy and every time I write wade describing his features, it’s not “he’s hot” or “he’s sexy” or “he’s a model” but rather the small things no one would find beautiful or even unique about anyone. big, chocolate brown eyes, crooked, bashful smiles, the way he forgets to push up his glasses — literally who the fuck would care other than a person madly in love? EXACTLY.

- in correlation to the previous point, FICS WHERE PETER REASSURES WADE HE’S GORGEOUS IN EVERY WAY AND MEANS EVERY SINGLE WORD. if you love someone TRULY, nothing can be ugly about them. and peter sees the scars and wade thinks he’ll hate it but in reality peter adores it and thinks wade is unique and beautiful and interesting and all of that. AGH warms my lonely lonely heart

- wade would be very happy to do the upside down kiss. this is in fact a fic idea so by any means please treat this as a prompt

- BOTH DISASTERS BUT BOTH EACH OTHER’S DISASTERS!! look I love tired x hyper but something about these two being absolute hurricanes of awkwardness and then bonding over their weird ass references with occasional hints of tired x hyper banter makes my heart sing I honestly just love them (BONUS POINTS IF THE HINTS OF TIRED X HYPER IS DEADPOOL MAKING A FLIRTY STEAMY COMMENT, PETER GETTING FLUSTERED, AND THEN PETER TRIES TO HIDE IT WITH A TIRED EXHAUSTED ANGRY LINE OF DIALOGUE) or perhaps peter realizing Deadpool is a fun guy and unknowingly doing everything in his power to hang out with him mayhaps?????

anyways yep!! some of my incoherent head-empty-only-spideypool thoughts that I would like to share with the class ! < andd not to be a shameless self promoter but if you would like to see these thoughts written out then I’m on ao3 wink wink cough cough >

#spideypool #deadpool #peter parker #spiderman #thoughts #spideypool thoughts #ya know for the soul #spiderpool #spiderman x deadpool #wade wilson #comic spideypool btw pls don’t hate me #I LOVE THESE TWO #ON BREAK AND SUDDENLY THEYRE MY WORLD AGAIN #— mq ☽nshit

[writingonleaves]

bundles of flowers (we'll wade through the hours of cold) - brock boeser

pairing: brock boeser x original female character

warnings: literally nothing, lots of fluff, flower research i did two years ago, not proofread

title: “promise" by ben howard

word count: 2.7k

author’s note: dug up a creative writing piece i wrote two years ago for a class and tweaked it a bit to create this. happy holidays to all. hope you all enjoy <3

*****

It’s a routine.

When Amber Chen was a young girl, she spent most days after school at Petals Lab & Design, zooming through the front door into her father’s waiting arms, chattering about the meal she had whipped up in the play kitchen at Kindergarten that day. Customers would fawn at her pigtails as she hid shyly behind her father or skipped behind the counter and hoisted herself up on a stool, munching on apple slices her mother had cut.

During her high school days, she would be sure to lock her car twice, twirling her keys around her pointer finger as she walked in. She’d drop her backpack, placing her iced green tea in the center of the counter. If the shop was filled with customers, she’d go into the back room and check the whiteboard filled with her father’s scrawl. If the shop was empty, she’d lean her head on her chin while listening as her parents rattled on about shipments or what was going to for dinner that night. On Mondays and Fridays, it was just her and Xavier or Willow in the shop. On those afternoons, she blasted the music a little louder, swayed her hips a little bolder and dragged whichever poor soul was working that day into a dramatic dance that always left both of them laughing. 

Once Amber went to college, she still found herself coming in every other Sunday to help out, with a sample of whatever baked good she had made that week, an iced green tea, a hot black coffee and a cappuccino. Her mother would always roll her eyes, before reaching for a cookie or cupcake or brownie, chewing it thoughtfully for a couple of seconds and scrunching up her nose. 

“This is too sweet,” she’d say, or, “Too much chocolate.” 

Her father would then wander out, taking a small sip of his coffee first before placing a gentle kiss in her hair. 

“Missed you. How are classes?” Before she could answer, he would always get distracted by something else, whether it be a customer, a phone call or the sudden epiphany of remembering something he had to do hours ago. 

Amber knows that a bouquet of lilies was always acceptable for a funeral or that corsages cost $30 on average, and that yes, they can find a flower color to match the dress. She could rattle off cost estimation for bouquets by the time she was 13. She even finds herself from time to time sitting across from couples at a table tucked in the back corner of their shop, pulling out wrinkled papers to consult them about the floral arrangements for their wedding. 

One hot morning in July, she’s left completely alone to open the shop. Her parents are helping with preparations at a large wedding. She had decided to play one of her favorite playlists over the speakers, soft guitar plucking and the honey-like voice of John Mayer accompanying the routine of putting out the flowers that had arrived that morning. The music’s louder than usual, as people usually flock in about an hour after opening.

But this time, the bell rings after two songs, and she looks up to see a guy around her age, gray hoodie over his blonde hair, black vans covering his feet. The neutral color scheme of his outfit heavily contrasts the bright colors of the flowers around him. He has a calm aura about him, hunched shoulders as if he’s trying to make himself smaller to fit into the shop. She shoots him a tired smile before going back to stocking the bouquets of roses. She waits until the end of the song to speak up, finding him glancing at the orchids.

“Anything I can help you with today?”

He looks up, “Uh, not at the moment.” His hand reaches up to scratch the back of his neck. “My mom’s birthday is today, and I’m a jackass who is getting her something right before she wakes up.”

“Well, orchids are always a solid choice.” Amber backs away with a small nod. “Let me know if you need anything.” He hums in thanks, and she walks back to the register. 

She pulls out her laptop and looks over the materials her eventual boss sent her to read before her first day of work in a month,  singing along to “Daughters” under her breath, ears alert for the tinkling of the bell at the front door. 

She looks up to see the guy shuffling to the counter, and closes her laptop. He clears his throat, eyes bright and smile contagious. “Do you happen to do custom bouquets?”

“We do.” Amber walks from behind the counter and leads him to their lab, eyes going to the multitudes of flowers and brain already spinning with ideas. “Tell me about your mom. What’s your relationship with her like?”

He blinks. “Good. She’s literally always smiling. Has never yelled at me once. She’s the strongest woman I know.” He trails off as she gathers a couple of various stems. “That all you need?”

“Well, let’s see.” She points at each flower as she describes them. “Gerbera Daisies represent happiness, pink carnations represent gratitude and peonies represent prosperity and good health. Pair all that with some baby’s breath and you got a beautiful bouquet right there.” She raises an eyebrow. “Ultimately though, it’s your gift. I can do whatever you’d like.”

“No,” he shakes his head with a nervous chuckle. “It’s perfect. Go ahead.”

She flashes him a grin before methodically cutting the stems of the flowers, arranging them into a lively arrangement of colors and wrapping it all together with tissue paper and a ribbon to match.

He pays for the bouquet at the register, and when she comes around the counter to hand it to him, he thanks her before ducking his head down and walking back out into the muggy Saturday morning air. She blinks as she watches him get into his car, but shakes her head to herself as the phone starts ringing. 

A few weeks later, Amber finds herself waking up to a frantic call from her mother, asking if she can meet up at Camrose Hill for a wedding. Her father has to deal with a shipping miscommunication back at the store, and she needs one more helping hand. When Amber arrives, she steps out, travel mug filled with tea in her right hand and her left hand smoothing down her red floral dress. After asking around, she finds her mother next to carts filled with roses in various colors. With a quick hug, Amber gets to work on building the arch, the light breeze making her regret not putting her hair up. 

“Funny seeing you here.”

She looks up and blinks twice, standing up from her crouched position. 

“Good morning.” She eyes him up and down, admiring his white button up and black dress pants. 

“You here for the wedding?”

“I’m the Best Man, actually.” He chuckles, shoving his hand in his pockets. “My best friend’s getting married.”

“Congratulations,” she says softly, climbing onto a nearby chair to reach the top of the arch. “Beautiful place to do it too.”

He nods, eyebrows furrowing as she stumbles slightly in her heeled sandals. “Do you need help?”

“Absolutely not. You’re a guest. You shouldn’t even be out here right now.” He eyes her warily when she attempts to reach down to grab some roses off the cart, hands automatically going up as she almost falls over. She sighs, “Fine. Grab me five ivory ones and three pink ones, please. And the scissors.”

“So, what do they mean?”

“Hm?”

“The roses. What do they mean?”

She glances at him as she intertwines the stems together, wiggling her fingers at him for more flowers. “They’re roses. Roses are pretty typical for a wedding, generally symbolizing love. I’m sure you know that.”

“How about the colors?” 

“Your friend’s soon to be wife chose ivory instead of white, and ivory usually means gracefulness. Peach roses are usually given as a thank you gift, so gratitude and sincerity is tied to that one. I’ll admit that green roses are more rarer in weddings, but it means growth, so perhaps the start of growing together as a married couple?” She shrugs. “Or maybe she just likes the color combination.”

“Knowing Stacy? It was probably very methodical.”

Amber laughs airily, before sticking her hand out. “Help me down? I need to move the chair to the other side.”

Before he can respond, someone from inside the tent calls his name. He helps her down quickly, before running his hand through his hair. 

She hums. Brock. It fits. “So that’s your name.”

“Can I get yours?” He asks hopefully. 

His name is called again and Amber shrugs with a sly grin. “Another time. Think you’re needed, Best Man.”

With a slight huff, he backs away with a wave. Her attention goes back to her fingers as she threads the flowers into the white arch, listening to the chatter of the other employees preparing. She’s out of the venue before the guests have even started arriving.

The summer always brings in tourists from all over, many itching to take a peek at a shop that has a rainbow of flowers outside of its doors. Balancing her new job at a PR firm, she pops in to help her parents, fingers slowly getting scars and cheekbones beginning to hurt daily. 

On a day where the sun is shining bright and the shop is in a lull during lunch hour, Brock walks in. His smile is wide as he makes small talk with her mother across the shop. Amber freezes when she sees both sets of eyes on her, and swallows her tea as he walks over. 

“Hi again.”

“I came in yesterday looking for you,” he said. “Your parents told me to come back today.”

“Looking for me?”

“Yeah.”

“Did they tell you my name?” 

“Amber.” Fuck, her name rolls off his tongue so sweetly. 

“That’s what they call me.”

“Beautiful name for a stunning girl.”

She snorts, “What can I do for you?”

He grins slightly at her professional tone. “My mom was complaining about how her place isn’t homey enough, so I figured I’d come to my favorite flower shop and talk to the experts about how to fix that.”

“My parents could’ve helped you with that.”

“I know, but I wanted your opinion.”

She moves from behind the counter, lips lifting into a smile as he immediately follows her. “If you want just a bouquet, you can never go wrong with sunflowers. And judging from your sporadically timed visits, you’re probably not around town much, so it wouldn’t be wise to get a plant that you would actually have to take care of. Unless that’s what your mother wants.”

“How do you-”

She stops in front of the sunflowers, ignoring his question. “We got a fresh delivery this morning. If you don’t like these, there are plenty of orchids I’d suggest as well.”

“I’ll take the sunflowers. What’s the special meaning of these?”

“Exactly what they look like. They bring happiness into people’s day.”

“That they do.” She feels her cheeks flush from his stare.

She quickly rings him up and bids him farewell as he walks out the door, smiling to her parents along the way. They both turn their heads to look at her as soon as the door shuts, and she rolls her eyes before venturing into the back room, ignoring the shout of questions and comments.

Winter rolls around quickly. Every time someone has purchased sunflowers these past couple of months, she can’t help but think of Brock; the last image of him imprinted in her brain was him walking out the door with sunflowers in his hand. That was four months ago.

Since then, Amber’s figured out who he is. Brock Boeser. Vancouver Canucks. Minnesota’s very own. She’s spent many nights with a few glasses of wine deep thinking too much about it. 

She’s outside the shop one day after a long day of work, on top of a ladder, gloved fingers fumbling around with the string of lights. Her cheeks are rosy, snowflakes are sticking to her hair and she’s been yawning every five minutes for the last hour, but she’s determined to get these lights up before she locks up in 15 minutes. The poinsettias, mistletoe and holly are scheduled to arrive the next morning.

“Are you guys still open?”

She straightens up at the familiar voice and tightens the gray scarf around her neck. “Yep. I’ll be down in a minute.” She hangs the last of the lights and plugs them in. Wiping her eyes with the heels of her palms, she stores the ladder away and walks in. 

“Brock. Hey. What can I help you with today?” She asks, ducking into the back room to hang up her coat. The shop is quiet, crooning notes of Spotify’s “Christmas Coffeehouse” playing in the background. The dark blue button up peeking out of his black winter coat makes her smile. It’s the most color she has ever seen on him.

“Can you help me with a bouquet?”

“Of course.” She observes the half-empty buckets. “What things do you want to symbolize this time?”

“I actually know what I want.”

“Oh yeah? Great. What would you like?”

“Purple lilacs, irises, pink roses and baby’s breath, please.”

“Just give me a second. The roses are in the back.” She begins arranging the flowers and looks up as she’s grabbing the wrapping paper, noticing his confused stare. “Is everything alright?”

“Yeah, you just, didn’t tell me what they mean. Like, the flowers.”

Amber chuckles. “You’ve obviously done your research. You still want me to?” Brock nods. “Okay, purple lilacs symbolize first love, irises symbolize wisdom and eloquence. Roses are romantic, but pink ones specifically? That symbolizes admiration. So I would guess you’re giving this to someone you like, maybe a romantic partner? Someone you haven’t been with for long?”

He whistles, “Damn. You’re good.”

Her heart sinks the slightest bit as she shrugs, before a particular set of flower stems caught her eye. “I know it’s your bouquet, but how would you feel about adding daffodils? It would add a beautiful contrast to all the purple you have in here. I won’t even charge you for it.”

“Add them in, and charge me for it too.” She plucks the daffodils out of the bin, separating them throughout the bouquet. “What do those mean?” Brock asks. 

“The daffodils?”

“Yeah.”

She clears her throat. “New beginnings.”

After adding the finishing touch of a purple ribbon, she punches the sale in the register and walks from behind the counter to hand the bouquet to him. 

Brock shakes his head. “Nope.”

Her eyebrows furrow. “Sorry?”

“They’re for you, actually.” She raises an eyebrow, and he continues, flexing his fingers continuously. “It’s my stupid way of asking if you would like to go on a date with me.”

She looks down at the bouquet and back up at him, raising an eyebrow. “Right now?”

“If you’re free. Or in a couple weeks. I, uh, I don’t work around here, unfortunately. So I won’t be back in Minnesota until about a month or two.”

“I know who you are, Brock Boeser.” She hands the flowers to him again. “Hold these while I close up?”

“Is that a yes?”

Amber grins, scanning the shop. “Yeah. It’s not stupid, by the way.” She shuts off the lights, grabs her coat and locks the front door, her date for the night following her obediently. “It’s actually really sweet.”

“You think so?”

“Yeah.” She tentatively reaches for his fingers with her other hand as she admires the bouquet. “Do you wanna know something?”

“Anything,” He says, leaning down so he can hear her better.

“Daffodils are actually my favorite flower.”

“Like, ever? Out of all flowers?”

“Out of all flowers.”

He leads her to Osteria La Buca with a wink that has her stomach flipping. “What a coincidence.”

She looks down at the bouquet with a smile.

#k writes #in case anyone needs a break from holiday chaos #hockey fanfic #hockey fanfiction #hockey writing #nhl #nhl blurb #nhl writing #hockey rpf #nhl rpf #brock boeser #brock boeser writing #brock boeser fic #vancouver canucks #brock boeser x oc

[star-girl69]

Ultraviolence

Natalie Scatorccio x Fem!Reader

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a/n: sorry for the late chapter!! i wrote this once before and then my phone died before i could save it 😭 but i’m back! and i hope you all enjoy!!

warnings: injury, blood, swearing, crying, coach ben mental breakdown…. tell me if i missed anything!!

Chapter Eight - Ever Since the Lake

Chapter Eight - Ever Since the Lake

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1996-

Being happy is a foreign feeling.

After the plane crash, after a thousand deaths and a thousand cuts, the feeling of a smile winding its way onto your face is different. Like you’ve forgotten how to.

The sand under your feet is warm, like a fluffy blanket, and it kicks up and flies all around your feet as you run down.

The other girls start kicking off their pants mid-run, belt buckles clinging, shoes mismatched and tossed around.

Maybe you should be looking for food right now, for a place to sleep tonight, but the allure of the refreshing water is too much, and this place is so safe- what could ever hurt you here? Nothing bad dwells in these waters, nothing but small fish and plants and just the feeling of floating in the water and being free.

It takes you a moment longer to get undressed then everyone else, carefully trying to lift your shirt above the bandages still wrapped on your face.

Van reaches the water first, slowing down the deeper she gets, until she abandons the pursuit and dives right in, surfacing to shout encouragement to the other hesitant girls.

“It feels fucking great!” she shouts, her hands in the air, red hair falling all around her like a small fire.

In your heart, something burns as you wade into the water, even through the cold rush, something that first makes your stomach twist in nerves.

You’re just happy. And your heart is too.

The water is filled with laughing and splashing, and you try to think back to the last time you were this relieved, this happy- but nothing comes to mind. Not in a place like this, where there’s so much newness, and you mind can only focus on cooling off in the cold water.

Travis splashes one of the girls, Mari, and she laughs and tries to splash him back- but he’s already diving out into the water. You feel awkward with your one-size too small bra, courtesy of your mother, and the t-shirt bandages around your face, but you take in a deep breath.

The water gets into your lungs, making you feel young and restless.

“Is Travis actually… hot?” Jackie asks, crossing her arms. Natalie scoffs and crosses her arms.

“It’s been three days. You guys can’t be that desperate, can you?” her words are accompanied by a light smile, but the undertone of her words hits hard in your gut.

In a place like this- it really sucks to be alone.

But, this is the lake, and nothing back can happen here, so you lean down and cup some into your hands, splashing it onto your chest, letting the water wash away the dirt and sweat from the hike, from the crash.

“Is it not fucking cold?” Jackie asks, and you only smile at her, leaning down as if you’re gonna splash her, and she yelps and hides behind Mari. You laugh, and carefully, to avoid your wound, run some water off the back of your head, letting it drip down your shoulders.

And while you do it, you can feels someone’s eyes on you.

—-

By now, most of the girls have cooled off and gotten clean, and are using the lake like a private pool. Maybe if they close their eyes, they can imagine some grand resort.

But you don’t even need to close your eyes. Anything is better than being near that plane.

You’re sitting against a piece of driftwood, left by the tide, your head tilted back, listening to the sounds of girls playing chicken fight. A loud splash and someone’s fallen, so you smile.

“This seat taken?” Natalie asked, looking at the spot next to you from where she stood, white t-shirt, and small smile on her features.

“Uh-huh,” you say, shaking your head. She sits down, cross-legged next to you, looking out onto the lake. You swing your legs over and join her sitting up from on your back.

Sometimes you feel too young to hold onto moments like these. Like soon, your life will keep moving, and there will be so much to remember- the simple, happy moments like this will fade away. Only to be conjured by a specific feeling, a certain smell, a feel to the air that only this place and this moment could match perfectly.

“You don’t like the water?” you ask, eyeing her almost dry clothes.

“It’s too cold for me.” She looks out on the water, towards another round of chicken fight. Van topples over with another girl on her shoulders, and you both chuckle, before she looks back to you. “How’s your cut?”

“Oh, better,” you mumble, feeling like a bit too much in the world. Taking up a bit too much of everything. Feeling like a bit too much of everything. “I feel so stupid with these weird bandages, you know?”

She smiles and meets your eyes.

“Nah. You look great. Makes you look badass, huh?”

“Sure,” you say, thinking about if the wilderness will even care. You doubt it will.

You imagine the dawn breaking overhead, reflected onto this lake. You imagine sitting there like this, just like this, with this same girl next to you.

Maybe you’d be closer, or at this distance, but your hands would be touching, or there would just be something around the two of you that sings that you are matching scars in each other’s souls.

You want her to be the scar in your soul, and maybe that’s your fear talking, the wilderness, or maybe you’ve always spent a second too long looking at her, maybe you’ve always felt like this and this place is just freedom. Freedom to explore it.

“Guys!” Lottie suddenly shouts from the water. She pointed off into the distance, a small patch of light on the hillside. “Look!”

The girls all erupt in shouts and whispers, asking what it is, claiming in looks like a reflection.

“There’s something on the hill!” someone finally shouts, a culmination of all these little pieces, and the girls all spring into action, jumping up from sitting and out of the water, grabbing their clothes and backpacks and getting ready to hike.

“Another hike,” you remark to Nat, slipping on your shirt.

“Mhm.”

—-

With the promise of something up here, whether it just be a piece of glass, or a speck of civilization, whatever it is- it makes the journey much easier. The uphill climb doesn’t make your legs ache.

Finally, you reach a plateau, a cliff, and suddenly- standing before you is a cabin.

It’s wooden, covered in green plants and the windows are thick with dust, but still- it is manmade. It is evidence that once, someone was here. And maybe they still are.

You all run up to the cabin, the girls banging on the windows and doors, shouting, asking to see if someone’s home.

You put your palm to one of the wooden support beams on the porch, hissing as you narrowly miss a crooked, protruding nail.

Finally, Jackie and Shauna manage to open the rusted door, revealing a sharp smell, dust, creaky floorboards, and cobwebs.

“Maybe they went out for a hike?” one of the girls asks, but you all can see the dust, see the way that this place is so eerily still. It empty, in a way that something that has been untouched for years is. It is still. There isn’t even wind to rustle the unmade cot in the corner.

“Yeah, like a decade ago,” Jackie scoffs.

You are all tired and sick, and thinking of your beds at home, of warmth and of familiarity.

You have changed so much in these past few days, physically and mentally, there must be something in the woods, in the water of the lake- the very essence of the wilderness.

You bring your sleeve up to your palm, wiping the dust across the window, a stray spiderweb with it. You can see the forest more clearly now, sprawling green, a stack of wood left by whoever once lived here.

“It reeks in here,” Jackie says.

You turn back around, eyeing the deer skull mounted above the fire place- antlers like a huge crown around its small head.

“Jesus,” you hear Nat say, and when you turn- there’s a metal plate left on the table, bones left in it, and a sharp knife leaning against the rim.

There’s more things, an old open can of something, a half-melted candle, but what intrigues you most is the knife. You already have the axe from the plane- there might be another one here, judging by the chopped wood, and now this knife.

“You guys, check the pantry, see if there’s any food,” Taissa instructs.

You walk forward and let your fingertips graze the knife handle, wonder who the last person to touch this knife, this entire place, was.

“Everyone else, look around for stuff we can use. First aid, flashlight, tools.” Taissa shouts.

You think about grabbing the knife, but before you can, Taissa and Jackie are fighting again. You look up, and Jackie has a rusted can in her hands.

She opens it, and Tai looks up from her search at the sound.

“What the hell? Jackie, that’s not your personal buffet.”

Jackie gasps, and suddenly the can is falling to the floor, landing on its side, and a bright green sludge seeps out of it. You’re reminded of something from a cartoon.

“Gross,” one of the girls mutters, while the rest groan and try to get away.

“See, this is why we should have stayed in the plane!” Jackie yells.

Taissa scoffs.

“Yeah, well, we didn’t.” Jackie turns to Van. “So this is helping how, exactly?”

Jackie shakes her hand and storms out of the cabin.

With the commotion died down, and your legs aching, now that the adrenaline of this new place and safety is gone, you let your backpack slide to the floor, pulling out the chair in front of the abandoned dinner plate.

Everyone goes back to searching.

Natalie pulls out the chair at the other side of the table, reaching across to tenderly hold the knife in her hands.

“You’re gonna cut yourself and die of like, tetanus, or something, you know?”

She smiles up at you.

“My guess is rabies, actually.”

“Well, hello!” Van shouts, slapping a pile of magazines onto the table. “Don’t worry, guys. We might be stuck in the middle of nowhere, but, hey, at least there’s porn.”

She holds up a magazine with a tan blonde woman on the cover, her outfit leather, a cigarette hanging out of her lips.

“Holy shit,” Mari laughs, and you can’t help but grab one from the pile, titled “Big Bodacious”, and flip through a few pages.

You let out a small laugh at the ridiculousness of it all. Porn in an abandoned cabin.

“Hey, this guy kinda looks like you, Flex,” Mari smiles, holding an open magazine out to Travis.

“If only any of you actually looked like her,” he says.

“Oh, yeah. Very funny,” Van says.

“Do guys, like, actually jerk off to this stuff?” Mari asks.

“Nah, we-we hate that shit. Y-you can’t even tell what her favorite book is.”

“Hm. Ha-ha,” Van says, before flipping him off as he walks away, his head down.

—-

Since this cabin is the only form of civilization you’ve found, and you’re all hungry for normalcy, it seems the most natural place to settle down. Not only is it a place to point to, a place to go back to, but it’s four walls and a roof.

A house. A cabin.

The girls slowly start returning from the lake, bringing the bags they didn’t carry, ready for night to fall and a small dinner of the last plane rations.

You lean against that same wooden post, this time careful of the nail, trying to see the lake out past the trees. If you squint, it’s just barely there.

The old wooden floor creaks behind you.

You don’t know why you and Natalie keep gravitating towards each other. But it’s nice to not be alone in a place like this, surrounded by people.

“What’d you think? Of the cabin, I mean,” she says, coming around you to lean on the other side of the beam.

“Smells,” you say, crinkling your nose.

“Hey, at least we’re not stranded in a landfill, or something- some fucking radioactive island, you know?” you laugh.

You think back to the lake, how this is the first time you’ve felt like this- just so free.

“At least this place is nice to look at, you know?” you look around the beam, but she’s staring out at the forest.

“Yeah,” you agree, but can’t find it in yourself to look away from her.

Something falls to the ground.

Natalie shoots you a surprised look, and you slowly make your way to the front of the porch, before a sharp shout rings out.

“Fuck!” the voice shouts, so sharply you stop for a moment. Natalie stops right behind you, her front pressing against your back, while Coach keeps screaming, hitting the ground.

It takes you a moment to realize that he’s not hitting the ground. He’s hitting his amputated leg.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” he shouts. “Why? Goddamn it, fuck you, fuck you!” he looks around the crowd of girls that have surrounded him, watching with blank faces.

Coach had been on the end of a rope for days. Hanging off a cliff by his fingernails, and he had finally slipped. You all had seen it coming- this breakdown was no suprise.

“What the fuck do you want?!”

Silence.

Misty crouches down. “It’s alright,” she says, reaching out towards him, and even thought Misty is the reason he’s alive to be miserable, to scream and cry like this, he rounds on her and slaps her across the face.

“Get the fuck away from me, Misty!”

You gasp, taking a frightened step back. Natalie places her hand on the back of your arm to steady you.

Ever since the lake, it’s all changed.

Blood pools at Misty’s lips. and you can’t help but reach up to your own face, touching the bandaged gash.

Determination wrenches it’s way onto her face.

She crawls forward again, sitting at the edge of the porch, dragging him up so he can lean against her.

“Shh,” she whispers while he heaves and pants. “C’mere, it’s alright, c’mere,”

“I can’t just be like this now,” he cries, the blood on Misty’s face forgotten, as he collapses into her, let’s her place her hand against his head, holding him. “Why couldn’t I have just died?”

“Because we needed you.” Her bottom lips curls up, like she’s imagining some fate worse than this.

She closes her eyes while her voice takes on this wistful quality, like she’s living a life behind her eyes, one she can never live.

“And I’m here for you, Ben. I’m here for you.”

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[lolahauri]

✎ Introduction ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Mainly writing for characters and/or themes i really want to read about, but have little to no content.

I do take requests. (Fic only. No RPF)

I don't have an anon list but I can start one if anyone wants to be labeled or become a regular anon.

DNI: Map, Zoo, Pro-Para, Pro-Ana, TERF, Zionist, Bigots, Minors, Antis, Discourse Blogs. Block me if you don't agree. ❤️🖤🤍💚

Things I Won't Write:

Sex crimes of any kind, super extreme kinks, violence/abuse used as a kink, anything most would consider "gross/weird" (ex: puke, shit, ddlg, pet play, age play). no exceptions, and no hate to dead dove writers, i'm just personally not willing to write these.

Things I Will Write:

Pretty much everything else i guess? Daddy/Mommy kink, Cheating, CNC/Dubcon, Sex Pollen, Legal Age Gap, Yandere, Power Dynamic (Prof/Student, Boss/Employee), Foot Fetish, Piss Kink, Breeding, Any regular/non-extreme kink (ex: Cock Warming, Dry Humping, Voyeur, Orgy, 3somes, Sex Toys, etc...) *if you aren't sure, just ask!*

Fluff, angst, smut, lewd, platonic, hurt/comfort.

HC'S, mood boards, one shots, short multi-chapter fics, imagines/drabbles.

Canon-friendly, Au's, Canon Divergence, Out of Character.

Ch x Ch / Ch x Reader / Poly Ships of any kind.

F/F, M/M, F/M, GN/F, GN/M, Poly Ships of any kind.

Fictional Other (F/O) Imagines: +18, no names, they/them only.

Now that that's out of the way, here's the list of fandoms and characters i'm familiar with and will happily take requests on! (you can request others from these fandoms, but it will prob take me longer)

FNAF Movie: Vanessa, Mike, William/Steve. Turning Red: Ming Lee, Jin Lee. YOU: Joe, Love, Beck, Peach. Encanto: Isabela, Bruno, Dolores, Julieta. Regular Show: Mordecai, CJ, Benson. (Human Ver.) Attack on Titan: Armin, Eren, Mikasa, Sasha, Levi, Hanji, Annie, Historia, Reiner, Erwin. BNA: Michiru, Shirou. Stardew Valley: All adult humans. Total Drama: All season 1 contestants, Chris, Chef, Blainley. SheRa: All adults (except Rogelio). King Of The Hill: Hank, Peggy, Luanne, Nancy, Dale, John Redcorn, Kahn, Min. American Dad: Francine. Shameless: Lip, Fiona, Kev, V, Tony. Riverdale: FP Jones, Jughead, Veronica, Hiram, Betty. Creepypasta: Ben, Jeff, Jane, Eyeless Jack, Laughing Jack, Slenderman, Masky, Hoodie, Toby, X Virus, Nina, Clockwork, Splendorman, Kate. Gravity Falls: Stan, Ford, Soos, Giffany Steven Universe: Jasper, Amethyst, Blue Diamond, Peridot, Lapis, Garnet, Rose, Bismuth, Greg. Adventure Time/Fiona and Cake: Princess Bubblegum, Marceline, Marshall Lee, Winter King, Candy Queen, Simon, Ice King, Fiona. COD: Konig, Ghost. Desperate Housewives: Bree, Gabby, Edie, Mike, Lynette. DC: Batman, Harley, Joker, Ivy, Lex Luthor (Jesse Eisenburg). Slashers & DBD: Brahms, Ghostface (general), Michael Myers, Jason Vorhees, Pyramid Head, The Spirit, Wraith, Huntress, Trapper, The Trickster, Pearl, Carrie White, Jennifer Check, Stu Matcher, Billy Loomis, Tiffany Valentine, Leatherface, Bo Sinclair, Vincent Sinclair, Eric Draven. Nintendo: Link, Zelda, Peach, Daisy, Rosalina, Luigi, Waluigi, Bowser. Squid Games: Gi-Hun, Sae-Byeok, Ali, Sang Woo. Rick and Morty: Rick, Beth, Jerry. Stranger Things: Robin, Billy, Eddie, Chrissy, Hopper. Bee & Puppycat: Bee, Deckard, Cass, Toast. Princess & The Frog: Shadow Man, Tiana, Lottie, Naveen. Ratatouille: Collette, Linguini. The Nanny: CC, Fran, Maxwell. Full House: Danny, Jesse, Joey. Big Bang Theory: Raj, Leonard, Amy, Penny. Spiderverse: Miguel, Hobie, Jessica Drew. Teen Titans (OG): Beast Boy, Starfire, Raven. Black Dynamite: Honeybee, Black Dynamite. Breaking Bad: Skylar, Jesse, Walter. National Treasure: Benjamin Gates, Riley Poole. Superstore: Jonah, Amy, Dina, Cheyenne. Spongebob: Man Ray, Dennis. Tangled: Flynn, Rapunzel, Mother Gothell. Elemental: Wade, Ember. Mean Girls: Cady, Regina, Gretchen, Karen, Janis. Lisa Frankenstein: Lisa, Creature, Taffy. Jane the Virgin: Jane, Michael, Rogelio, Petra, Xiomara, Rose, Luisa. Young Sheldon: Mary, Connie. Twilight: Edward, Carlisle, Alice, Charlie.

Beverly Goldberg (The Goldbergs) Fujimoto (Ponyo) Thomas Magnum (Magnum, P.I 1980) Doug Remer (Baseketball) Ian Malcolm (Jurassic Park 1993) Rose Tyler (Doctor Who) Moe Doodle (Doodle Bops) Astarion (Baulders Gate 3) Trevor Phillips (GTA5) Shaun Murphy (The Good Doctor) Georgia Miller (Ginny & Georgia) John Doe (John Doe Game) Paul Blart (Paul Blart Mall Cop) Napoleon Dynamite (self titled) Fezzik (Princess Bride)

#x reader #self ship #shipping #ao3 writer #fandom #minors dni #intro post #pinned post #antis dni

[insanepoll]

WELCOME TO THE INSANE CHARACTER TOURNAMENT

Here's where your favourite insane characters will battle to the death for the first spot! More below the "keep reading" line.

Pre-match rounds start April 12th at 1PM (EDT)! Each round will have 24h to vote. For propaganda, you can go ahead and submit it in the askbox or through normal submissions. If you want to post your own propaganda, be sure to tag me so I can reblog it! I hope to see y'all there!!!

Round 1-A matches:

Alex Kralie (Marble Hornets) VS The Antagonist (Hatred (2015))

Drusilla (Buffy the Vampire Slayer) VS Hisoka (Hunter x Hunter)

Tokishige Usami (Golden Kamuy) VS Enerjak (Sonic the Hedgehog)

Harry Du Bois (Disco Elysium) VS Evan (EverymanHYBRID)

Azula (ATLA) VS Knock Knock (Phantom Spirits (2002))

Eric Cartman (South Park) VS Wade Wilson / Deadpool (Marvel)

Orochimaru (Naruto) VS WINNER PRE-MATCH I

Sasuke Uchiha (Naruto Shippuden) VS Delirium (Sandman)

Castiel (Supernatural) VS Simon Keyes (Ace Attorney Investigations 2)

Opal Koboi (Artemis Fowl) VS Bibble (Barbie Fairytopia)

Hamlet (The Tragical History of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark) VS The Observer (TribeTwelve)

Misty Quigley (Yellowjackets) VS Lestat de Lioncourt (Interview with the Vampire)

Will Graham (NBC Hannibal) VS Shou Tucker (FMA)

Ophelia (The Tragical History of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark) VS Starscream (Transformers)

Bill Cipher (Gravity Falls) VS WINNER PRE-MATCH II

The Narrator (Fight Club) VS Gamzee Makara (Homestuck)

Round 1-B matches:

Dabi (My Hero Academia) VS Shinobu Sensui (Yu Yu Hakusho)

The entire cast of Blaseball (Blaseball) VS Trexel Geistman (Stellar Firma)

Seo Moon-jo (Strangers from Hell) VS Sammy Lawrence (Bendy and the Ink Machine)

Sebastian Morgenstern (The Shadowhunter Chronicles) VS GIR (Invader Zim)

Aerion Targaryen (A Song of Ice and Fire) VS Lucille Bluth (Arrested Development)

Dottore (Genshin Impact) VS Helena (Orphan Black)

GLaDOS (Portal (Game Series)) VS WINNER PRE-MATCH III

Dr. Franken Stein (Soul Eater) VS Tyrian Callows (RWBY)

Samarie (Fear and Hunger 2: Termina) VS Mahito (Jujutsu Kaisen)

Cersei Lannister (A Song of Ice and Fire) VS Lee Dongsik (Beyond Evil)

Anakin Skywalker / Darth Vader (Star Wars) VS Rebecca Bunch (Crazy Ex-girlfriend)

John Kramer (Saw) VS The Mad Hatter (Alice in Wonderland)

Light Yagami (Death Note) VS Komaeda Nagito (Danganronpa 2)

The Master (Doctor Who) VS Simon Laurent (Infinity Train)

Gollum (Lord of the Rings) VS WINNER PRE-MATCH IV

Roman Roy (Succession) VS Jack (The Shining)

Round 1-C matches:

Jinx (Arcane) VS Niki Sanders / Jessica Sanders (Heroes)

Micolash, Host of the Nightmare (Bloodborne) VS Professor Henry Hidgens (Hatchetfield)

Victor Frankenstein (Frankenstein) VS Cicero (Skyrim)

Renfield (Dracula) VS Dr. Gregory House (House MD)

Tim Drake (DC) VS Ultra Violet (Lego Ninjago)

Donatello Hamato (ROTTMNT) VS Spamton G. Spamton (Deltarune)

The Ice King (Adventure Time) VS WINNER PRE-MATCH V

Villanelle (Killing Eve) VS Kira Yoshikage (Jojo's Bizarre Adventure)

Max (Sam and Max) VS Loki (The Mechanisms)

Darcy (Amphibia) VS Cheryl Tunt (Archer)

Harrowhark Nonagesimus (The Locked Tomb) VS Dr. Baxter Stockman (TMNT 2003)

Izzy (Total Drama) VS Alfred Drevis (Mad Father)

Michael Distortion (The Magnus Archives) VS Vegas Theerapanyakul (Kinnporsche)

Doomguy (Doom) VS Gabriel Agreste (Miraculous)

Ben Chang (Community) VS WINNER PRE-MATCH VI

Fëanor (The Silmarillion) VS Ryuki (AI: The Somnium Files)

Round 1-D matches:

Eliot Cardale / Eli Ever (Villains Duology) VS Knives Millions (Trigun)

Denji (Chainsaw Man) VS Bubby (Half Life: VR but the AI is Self Aware)

Tsukishima Hajime (Golden Kamuy) VS Alucard (Hellsing Ultimate)

Hannibal Lecter (NBC Hannibal) VS Heathcliff (Wuthering Heights)

Johnny C. (Johnny The Homicidal Maniac) VS Leopold Fitz (Marvel)

Midori (Your Turn To Die) VS Ken Kaneki (Tokyo Ghoul)

Pugsley Addams (The Addams Family) VS WINNER PRE-MATCH VII

Billy Lenz (Black Christmas (1974)) VS Grell Sutcliff (Black Butler)

Goro Akechi (Persona 5) VS Fintan Pyren (Keeper of the Lost Cities)

Galahad (The Mechanisms) VS Alexander Hilbert (Wolf 359)

Armand (Interview with the Vampire) VS Spinel (Steven Universe)

Jīn Guāngyáo (Mo Dao Zu Shi (The Untamed)) VS Himiko Toga (My Hero Academia)

Morgana Pendragon (BBC Merlin) VS Nikolai Gogol (Bungo Stray Dogs)

Harley Quinn (DC) VS Xue Yang (Mo Dao Zu Shi (The Untamed))

Eren Jaeger (Attack on Titan) VS WINNER PRE-MATCH VIII

Chat Blanc (Miraculous) VS Volo (Pokemon Legends Arceus)

But first, we'll have the pre-match rounds that will determine if any of the following characters that almost didn't survive the cut will manage to secure a spot in the competition! They are as follows:

PRE-MATCH I: Caleb (Blood (1997)) VS Tuco Salamanca (Better Call Saul)

PRE-MATCH II: Pinkie Pie (My Little Pony) VS Amy Kirio (Mairimashita! Iruma-kun)

PRE-MATCH III: Magic Man (Adventure Time) VS Mindbender (GI Joe Renegades)

PRE-MATCH IV: Jevil (Deltarune) VS Midari Ikishima (Kakegurui)

PRE-MATCH V: Dennis Reynolds (It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia) VS Eddie Gluskin (Outlast)

PRE-MATCH VI: Vanilla Ice (Jojo's Bizarre Adventure) VS Roberto (Futurama)

PRE-MATCH VII: Jonathan Crane / The Scarecrow (DC) VS Annie Wilkes (Misery)

PRE-MATCH VIII: Ben Linus (Lost) VS Kristoph Gavin (Apollo Justice: Ace Attorney)

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[ichorai]

dancing choose ; wade wilson.

track three of DEAR SCIENCE.

pairing ; wade wilson x gn!platonic!reader

synopsis ; when you said he’d come crawling back to you on all fours—you weren’t really being serious.

words ; 2.3k

themes ; comedy, action, angst

warnings / includes ; strong profanity, graphic depictions of blood/injury/violence/trauma, mentions of getting drunk and high, sexual innuedos, wade makes fun of vegans i'm sorry, one mention of edward cullen our sparkly vampire, hulk's ben and jerry's ice cream flavor, dumpster flowers, rumor has it wade is still waiting for the avengers to reply to him to this day, getting beat up by girl scouts, mentions of carnage bcs yes carnage and deadpool did fight in the comics, and mhm wade is quite literally on his hands and knees for you in this one

main masterlist. 

Wade Wilson wasn’t good at life. If there was an award that went to the person who was the worst at existing, it’d go to him annually. He sucked at maintaining healthy relationships, consistently neglected his own well-being, and rarely ever took anything seriously. On the grand pyramid of shitty things that could possibly happen to a person, Wade was most likely at the very tip top of the food chain. He was the great white shark of the ecosystem that were unfortunate events that a person could endure—not that it was something to be proud of. Besides, Wade never really liked sharks. He’d much rather be a seahorse or something in the next life. If he could ever even get out of this life. 

You had once mentioned that he was purposefully sucking at life as some sort of coping mechanism for his childhood trauma, but he merely responded the only way he was really good at—like a three year old throwing a tantrum. He had stuck his fingers into his ears and yelled out, “I CAN’T HEAR YOU! LA LA LA!” 

Besides, what were you, his therapist? 

No, seriously, though. What were you?

You had appeared into his life around three years back, when he crashed clean through several buildings in a row (thanks a lot, Carnage), eating mouthfuls of rubble and inhaling pure dust and shards of glass. After the fourth building he was thrown into, he crashed out of a window, stumbling into you, an innocent pedestrian just on their way to try out the new vegan restaurant down the street. He collided into you with enough force to send the both of you toppling over onto a busy road, asphalt scratching painfully against your cheek. Cars screeched to grueling halts only inches away from the two of you, angry honks erupting from a dozen vehicles at once. Wade almost had the gall to feel guilty for a second upon meeting your wide eyes. Then he spotted your trembling lips start to open into a horrified gape, which then gave way to the most awful, ear-splitting scream he’d ever heard.

He began screaming with you shortly after, because he promptly realized that his legs were gone and the pain was nearly enough to have him pass out.

“FUCK! FUCK, OH MY FUCK! SHIT! JESUS CHRIST, SO NOT COOL, CARNAGE! SO NOT COOL,” he yelled, using his arms to drag himself across the road, spitting out obscenities at the cars honking at him. There was a thick trail of blood and bits of mutilated flesh and skin following his severed knees, and you had to physically force your eyes away before you could feel your breakfast move its way back up your digestive tract. You pushed yourself up onto shaky feet, grabbing Wade’s suited hands and dragging him to the sidewalk with a groan. 

“What the fuck happened to you?” you panted raggedly, staggering away from him as soon as he wasn’t under the imminent threat of being run over by a white man’s dirty Toyota. “Do you need to go to the hospital?”

“Oh, I’m fine,” Wade winced, completely not fine. “They’ll grow back in a day or two. I’ve had my legs cut off way too many times to count.”

Your brows furrowed. “Jesus. You’re one of those Avengers folk, aren’t you? Fuck.” 

“Nuh-uh! That is so offensive. Just because I’ve got superpowers, doesn’t mean I’m an Avenger! I’ve been sending them my resume for months now, and they still haven’t gotten back to me.”

You had the audacity to roll your eyes. “Listen, hot-shot, I don’t know what I can do for you, then. I have a reservation I can’t miss. Are you gonna be okay on your own?”

“Ooh, reservation. Sounds fancy. Where are you going? You got a date or somethin’?” Here he was, bleeding out on the side of the road, and nonchalantly asking you about your love life. 

You blinked twice. “Yeah…” you started hesitantly. “Just down the street at that new vegan restaurant. It’s my first one with him and I don’t want him to think I’ve stood him up.”

“Must have a humongous penis to get you dressed up all fancy shmancy for the first date. At a vegan restaurant, no less! Listen, here’s a life lesson that I had to learn the hard way: vegans only gain happiness from two things and two things only—tofu and being mean to millennials on Twitter. Save your time,” he hummed glibly. You absentmindedly wondered if he was going loopy with the amount of pain he was enduring. Blood began dribbling from his nose and leaked past his cracked lips, and he sat up abruptly, spitting into his mask. “Oh, gross. Gross! Fuck, all I taste is blood now—Edward Cullen you nasty fucker. Look, I’m sorry to ask this, you seem like a really nice person and I really don’t want to drag you into my shit but I’m gonna drag you into my shit anyways. Do you have a place I could maybe lay low for a while? There’s this really awful alien after me and I don’t think I can take them without losing any more limbs.”

After a beat of silence, you pinched the bridge of your nose and sighed heavily. God damn it—you couldn’t just leave him here alone, could you? “Yeah. Yeah, it’s just down a block. Let’s go.”

So, that was how you met him for the first time. Blew off a tofu-loving, millennial-bullying vegan (his theory, you never actually got to meet him), in order to save his ass from a goo parasite from space.

You quickly realized that this was nearly an everyday experience for him. It eventually became a routine pattern. He’d go out, get himself beat up by some otherworldly beings (there was that one time a gaggle of girl scouts beat him to a pulp, but he made you vow never to speak of that again). Then, he’d come slinking back to his apartment where he’d call you and whine until you begrudgingly agreed to come over with a pint of Ben and Jerry’s—specifically requesting the Hunka-Hulka Burnin’ Fudge flavor or he’d threaten to set himself on fire. Dramatic fucker. 

And sometimes he’d come to your apartment, dripping vermilion blood everywhere, or high out of his goddamn mind, or so drunk that he could barely formulate a coherent sentence. Usually it was some infuriating combination of the three. Nonetheless, you’d tuck him into your couch with a fleece blanket and a throw pillow he often complained smelled like nacho cheese, but he slept like a baby despite it all. 

And when you woke up? He was never there. No notes, no crude pencil drawings of dicks on your wall, no trace of him whatsoever. The process would continue to repeat itself a million times over, and you began to find yourself unsettled with your predicament. 

Who was Wade to you? A friend? A stranger? A man who occasionally slept on your couch and constantly made you worry for his well being despite knowing that he was practically immortal? 

The day you finally exploded at him, bombarding him with questions he had no answers to, he hadn’t meant to start yelling back. Insults were traded, scathing and cutting far too deep for either of your liking. He particularly remembered you hissing out, “Please, you can barely even function without me! You’re awful at taking responsibility for yourself, Wade! You don’t eat well, you barely ever sleep if not passed out on my couch, you’re always high or piss-drunk or beaten up halfway to hell! You know how fucking exhausting that is? Taking care of someone that doesn’t give two shits about you? I bet you wouldn’t last a fucking day without coming crawling right back up to my door on all fours! Like a little bitch!”

Wade knew you were just caught up in the heat of the moment—that this wasn’t really you. But damn if your words still hurt. 

The fact that so many of your angry tirades were falling upon deaf ears and a stonily blank expression only seemed to fuel your frustration more, pushing you to the brink of tears glossing over your reddened eyes. That night ended with you telling him to never come back, and you had to physically shove him out of your apartment, slamming the door with such ferocity that the floor rattled beneath his feet for a split second.

Wade had stood outside your door for a full minute before coming to and realizing just how much of an asshole he’d been. You didn’t owe him anything. Hell, the two of you barely knew anything about each other. He began knocking softly, asking you, begging you to open the door, apologizing over and over and over. Then, he proceeded in his attempts to bribe you—with chocolate bars, movie nights, free vegan dinners, the chance to shoot him in the ribs, he put it all on the table for you. He was in front of your apartment for hours. 

The door never opened. 

That was around six months ago.

Now, as he found himself back in front of your apartment after so long, things were different. He wasn’t wearing his superhero suit like he usually did, there were flashcards of what to say in his hands just in case he completely blanked upon seeing you, and clutched in his other palm were half-wilted flowers he scavenged in the back of an alley dumpster (listen, he didn’t have the time nor money to buy you proper ones, so it was the thought that counted). 

After rapping his knuckles against the wood three times, the door swung open. 

Fuck, Wade was nervous. Suddenly his sweaty fingers fumbled and flashcards were fluttering to the ground, making a mess of pink little cards, some filled with doodles of extremely realistic (a style commonly known as ‘stick-men’) depictions of what he thought he looked like while fighting bad guys, and other cards with his lines of what to say to you. He dropped to his knees, hurrying to grab at the scattered pieces of paper.

“I knew you’d be back,” you sneered, staring down your nose at him with thinly-narrowed eyes. “Jesus, Wade. It’s been… forever. I didn’t—I thought something might’ve happened—”

With a heavy sigh, you got down on your knees beside him, picking up some cards with a curious hum. “When I said you’d come crawling back to me on all fours… I wasn’t actually being serious, Wade.”

“Shucks,” Wade said, nervously taking the cards from you, uncharacteristically tentative. “And here I was thinking you were into that.”

Your expression immediately soured. “What do you want from me, Wade? Come to mooch off of me again? Make me care about you and leave just before things get heavy?”

“Y/N,” he breathed out, mentally going fuck it and setting the cards back down on the floor. “You’re wrong. All those months ago you said I couldn’t give two shits about you. I did—I do give two shits about you. In fact, I give so many shits that the toilet would be clogged with just how many shits I give about you! I don’t know how to deal with this. I don’t know how to care for someone properly. I don’t know how I’d do it right. But I wanna try. Please, Y/N, let me try.”

The way your jaw set made Wade swallow nervously. Then, the slight quirk of the corner of your lips made Wade tilt his head in surprise. “Are these… flowers? You got me flowers?”

“Yeah, but they’re from the dumpster.”

“No need to put yourself down, Wade. They’re lovely.” You took the wilting bouquet from his grasp with a mild grin.

He didn’t have the heart to tell you that he was telling the truth. Just as long as you didn’t stick your nose into them, he supposed he’d let you remain blissfully oblivious.

“So what are you asking?” you asked, thumbing the bruised stems of the flowers. “You wanna try being friends? Real ones?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’d like that,” he whispered with a near watery chuckle. “Whose balls did I have to fondle in my past life to get lucky and crash into you all those years ago, huh?”

The way you wrinkled your nose in distaste made Wade snort. “Don’t be crass, fuckwad. I missed you, too, for the record. And for what it’s worth, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean most of what I said that night. I was being really harsh for no reason. There’s nothing wrong with struggling with things like that, Wade, you just need a bit of help, is all.”

There was a beat of comfortable silence before Wade sighed, pushing himself up to his feet, dusting off his pants before offering you a hand up. You took it gingerly, opening the door wider for him to step in. 

Glancing once at one of his cue cards, he cleared his throat. “My name is Wade. Also known as Deadpool, founder of X-Force, and an Avenger-in-waiting,” he declared, gazing at you fondly. “I may suck at this whole living thing, but at least I look amazing while doing it.” When you shot him a halfhearted glare, he lifted his hands in surrender. “Kidding, kidding. I look like a chewed up piece of gum, let’s be honest. It’s nice to meet you… friend.”

The brilliant smile that painted itself violet over your features made just a slight fraction of the same expression mirror itself onto Wade’s face. “Nice to meet you, too. I think we’ll be getting along just fine.”

Wade Wilson wasn’t very good at living, but he liked to think he was just a little better at it now because of you.

#wade wilson x reader #deadpool x reader #deadpool fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #deadpool angst #deadpool fanfic #marvel fanfic #deadpool imagines #deadpool drabbles #wade wilson imagines #wade wilson drabbles #wade wilson scenarios #deadpool scenarios #wade wilson angst #wade wilson fanfiction #marvel drabbles

[mystery-star]

Whumpril 2023 – Day 1 | “Don’t push me away.”

Pairing: Ben Wade x reader (gender neutral)

Words: 561

Warnings: injuries, abandonment

A/N: You can find all further entries on the Whumpril Masterlist

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Getting shot hurt like hell. But the healing process was even worse and somehow you had the feeling the pain would never stop. However, this was nothing in contrast to the amount of pain Ben caused when you were almost completely healed again. He started to distance himself from you and you began thinking he was mad at you for not being able to take care of yourself. That he had to nurse you back to health and everything, making his gang think him weak that he helped you that much. You really wanted to approach him but you feared his answer; that he didn’t think you could take care of yourself and should be leaving them.

Sometimes you would stop by at a little farm or ranch to stay there for a night or two and have actual shelter and better food for a while. So you did now, when you arrived at a farm whose owners allowed you to stay a short while. When it was time to leave, most of the men seemed happy while you were a little sad. But your mood lightened, when Ben approached you. It had been days since he did this, except to bring you food or ask you something. Your big smile soon died down a little when you saw his expression.

“Is something wrong?” you asked, feeling your heart beat to your chest.

“I talked to the farmers…”

“Yeah?” you still didn’t like it. In fact, you liked it even less now.

“And they agreed that you can stay with them for a while before they get you to town”

“What? But-but we’re leaving today, right?”

“You’re not coming with us, (Y/N)”

“Why?” you cried out feeling desperate. This was what you had feared. “You can’t just leave me here! I know this is because I got hurt but that can happen. You’ve been shot too. Three times and yet that’s ‘different’ as you say”

“I can’t stand seeing you hurt” his voice sounded more aggressive than before “I couldn’t live with myself if something happened to you”

“That’s a risk I’m willing to take. I just want to stay with you, Ben. Don’t push me away!”

“It’s for your own good. Don’t you see it?”

“I see that there’s less danger here. But how can you know what’s good for me, what I want?” he took hold of your arms

“You deserve better. A better life”

“You already gave me that” you whispered “It’s what I want. If you leave me here you still have to let me go. And obviously that’s not what you want”

“I want you safe” you crossed your arms

“How can you know I’m safe if you’re not around? I know how often you check up on me and everything. You wouldn’t last a day without me by your side. You’d go crazy with worry”

“I’ll get used to it” he raised his chin “And you’re staying. I made up my mind, there’s no way I’m changing it” with that he turned around and walked away. Your heart was still beating like crazy and you took a deep breath. You knew he was serious and would leave you here, by force if he had to. But there might be a chance that he soon realized that he was wrong and would come back for you…

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@woman-with-no-name (I hope you don't mind being tagged in all of it but I thought it's Ben Wade x reader, so lol)

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#ben wade #3:10 to yuma #ben wade imagine #ben wade x reader #ben wade x you #whumpril2023 #whumprilday1

[sciderman]

SCI ILL GIVE YOU TWO NICKELS IF YOU TELL ME WHERE THE GOOD SPIDEYPOOL INTERACTIONS ARE IN THE COMICS. I want to read them but i have no idea where to begin!!

GOD! you know they're so rare. they're so rare.

my personal favourite always always is avenging spider-man #12 + #13. the only spideypool comic ever. it's probably the benchmark for how i write their dynamic.

other than that, the spideypool annual is a classic. but peter's like, unconscious through most of it. technically he's unconscious through most of avenging spider-man #12 too. i don't know why peter's usually unconscious in the spideypool books.

deadpool annual #2! the notorious spideypool annual.

wade you are so cute. sooooooooo cute.

this is one of the cutest wades ever. huge contributing factor to wade's general adorable fanboy persona you see so frequently in fanon.

they're so cute. so cute.

this is like the ultimate little fanservice book. if you didn't ship spideypool before, you'll read this book and it'll be all you think about. it's so simple, wholesome, adorable. and wade's just, so good.

god i miss stand-alone issues with simple plotlines that just have silly fun with their concept.

one underrated spideypool interaction i really like but a lot of people haven't read! identity wars (2011) - it's kind of an insane book. spider-man, deadpool and the hulk (weird trio) all wind up in an alternate universe where, get this. uncle ben never died and spider-man is evil.

but not like sexy evil. like evil evil. like collecting other spider-man and draining their powers evil.

and wade is also evil. he's like, dr doom evil.

spider-man and deadpool don't interact a whole lot, they kind of all have their own stories going on, but i just love the little interactions that they do have.

they're so cute. so cute.

other than that, uh. cable and deadpool #24? that's required reading - spider-man and deadpool's first canonical meeting.

other team-ups that exist but, you know, they're just okay. or they're very brief. deadpool (2008) #19-#21 amazing spider-man #611 (hate you, joe kelly) spider-man/deadpool (2016) (STILL hate you, joe kelly) avengers vs x-men: axis #7

deadpool (2013) #7

oh OH. there's also absolute carnage vs deadpool. god. what a weird book. i kind of hate wade's characterisation in it (he is really, really insufferable), but the jokes are funny sometimes.

i love when spider-man calls deadpool "buddy". inexplicably. i just think it's funny.

also we get peter in a cute little pink apron so. what more do you need really.

i love u pink apron peter. i love you.

#sci talks comics #yeah. #spideypool

[froggywritesstuff]

character list

the title is self explanatory. this is a list of the characters i'll write for. it'll probably change over time, and if you see a character you'd like but don't see them on the list, just ask cause i might've forgotten about them

Hamilton

Eliza Schuyler

Angelica Schuyler

Peggy Schuyler

Maria Reynolds

Alexander Hamilton

John Laurens

Philip Hamilton

Lafayette

Hercules Mulligan

James Madison

Thomas Jefferson

Aaron Burr

Umbrella Academy

Viktor Hargreeves

Diego Hargreeves

Klaus Hargreeves

Allison Hargreeves

Luther Hargreeves

Five Hargreeves

Ben Hargreeves (Umbrella or Sparrow)

Sloane Hargreeves

Jayme Hargreeves

Stranger Things

Will Byers (non female readers only)

Mike Wheeler

Lucas Sinclair

Dustin Henderson

Eleven Hopper

Max Mayfield

Robin Buckley (non male readers only)

Nancy Wheeler

Jonathan Byers

Steve Harrington

Eddie Munson

21 Chump Street

Justin Laboy

The Goldfinch

Boris Pavlikovsky

Theodore Decker

Marvel

Peter Parker (any actor)

Steve Rogers

Bucky Barnes

Sam Wilson

Makkari

Sersi

Sprite (platonic only)

Steven Grant

Marc Spector

Layla El-Faouly

America Chavez (non male readers only)

Kate Bishop

Yelena Belova (platonic only)

Shuri

Namor

Riri Williams

X-Men

Mystique

Kitty Pryde

Peter Maximoff

Rogue

In The Heights (movie version)

Usnavi de la Vega

Vanessa 

Nina Rosario

Benny

Sonny de la Vega 

Heathers

Veronica Sawyer

JD (Jason Dean)

Heather Chandler

Heather McNamara

Heather Duke

John Doe

John Doe

Ride The Cyclone

Noel Gruber (male or nb readers only)

Ocean O'Connel Rosenburg

Mischa Bachinski

Constance Blackwood

Ricky Potts

Hatchetfieldverse

Paul Matthews

Emma Perkins

Ted Spankoffski

Bill Woodard

Ruth Fleming

Pete Spankoffski

Richie Lipschitz

Max Jagerman

Grace Chasity

Lex Foster

Ethan Green

Hannah Foster (platonic only)

Heartstopper

Charlie Spring (non female readers only)

Nick Nelson

Tara Jones (non male readers only)

Darcy Olsson (non male readers readers only)

Elle Argent

Tao Xu (non male readers only(headcanoning him as bi or pan is disrespectful and transphobic))

Tori Spring

Imogen Heaney

Isaac Henderson (platonic only)

Do Revenge

Eleanor Levetan (non male readers only)

Drea Torres

Deadpool

Wade Wilson/Deadpool

Wednesday

Wednesday Addams

Enid Sinclair

Bianca Barclay

Xavier Thorpe

Ajax Petropolus

Eugene Otinger

(young) Morticia Addams

(young) Gomez Addams

Beetlejuice

Lydia Deetz

Tomorrow When The War Began

Ellie Linton

Lee Takkam

Fiona Maxwell

Homer Yannos

Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse/Across the Spider-Verse

Miles Morales

Gwen Stacy

Pavitr Prabhakar

Hobie Brown

Margo Kess

Miles G Morales (earth 42)

Miguel O’Hara

Maze Runner

Thomas

Newt (non female readers only)

The Broken Hearts Gallery

Lucy Gulliver

Nadine (non male readers only)

Nick Danielson

Treasure Planet

Jim Hawkins

Enola Holmes

Enola Holmes

Lord Tewkesbury

Turning Red

Mei Mei

Miriam

Abby

Priya

Raising Dion

Nicole Warren

Tevin Wakefield

Dion Warren (platonic only)

Julie and the Phantoms

Julie Molina

Luke Patterson

Reggie Peters

Alex Mercer (non female readers only)

Flynn

Carrie

Abbott Elementary

Janine Teagues

Jacob Hill (non female readers only)

Gregory Eddie

Brooklyn Nine-Nine

Jake Peralta

Amy Santiago

Rosa Diaz

Love Victor

Victor Salazar (non female readers only)

Benji (non female readers only)

Felix Weston

Pilar Salazar

Lake Meriwether

Lucy

Mia Brooks

Andrew

In Treatment

Eladio

Laila

Spree

Kurt Kunkle

Once Upon a Time

Emma Swan

Regina Mills

Killian Jones

Mary Margaret Blanchard

David Nolan

Henry Mills

Mulan (non male readers only)

Graham

Neal Cassidy

Peter Pan

Jefferson

Dash and Lily

Dash

Lily

Boomer

Juno

Juno MacGuff

Paulie Bleeker

Summer Days Summer Nights

Debbie Espinoza

Frankie Espinoza

Scream (1 through 6)

Sidney Prescott

Billy Loomis

Mickey Altieri

Roman Bridger

Jill Roberts

Charlie Walker

Sam Carpenter

Tara Carpenter

Amber Freeman

Chad Meeks-Martin

Mindy Meeks-Martin

Quinn Bailey

Venom

Eddie Brock

Honest Thief

Ramon Hall

Beth Hall

Wild Child

Poppy Moore

Kate

Drippy

Freddie Kingsley

Monsters and Men

Manny Ortega

Marisol Ortega

Ghostbusters: Afterlife

Trevor Spengler

Phoebe Spengler (platonic only)

Error 143

Micah Yujin

Community

Abed Nadir

Troy Barnes

Annie Edison

Jeff Winger

Britta Perry

The Obession

Logan

Delilah

The New Girl

Lia Setiawan

Stacey Hoffman

Mythic Quest

Poppy Li

Brad Bakshi

Adventure Time

Finn

Princess Bubblegum

Marceline

Marshall Lee

Prince Bubblegum

Flame Princess

School Spirits

Madison

Simon

Charley (non female readers only)

Wally

Rhonda

Dungeons and Dragons: Honour Among Thieves

Simon Aumar

Disventure Camp

Aiden (non fem readers only)

James (non fem readers only)

Grease: Rise of the Pink Ladies

Jane Facciano

Olivia Valdovinos

Nancy Nakagawa

Cynthia Zdunowski

Richie Valdovinos

Ted Lasso

Ted Lasso

Roy Kent

Jamie Tartt

Keeley Jones

Sam Obisanya

Transformers: Rise of the Beasts

Noah Diaz

Elena Wallace

Mirage

Helluva Boss

Blitzø

Stolas (non female readers only)

Loona

Millie

Moxxie

Octavia

Verosika Mayday

Fizzarolli

Asmodeus

Hazbin Hotel

Charlie Morningstar

Vaggie (non male readers only)

Angel Dust (non female readers only)

Husk

Alastor (platonic only)

Vox

Lucifer

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (rise + mutant mayhem + tmnt 2007 + tmnt 2012)

Donnie

Mikey

Raph

Leo

April

The After Party

Yasper Lennov

Space Force

Tony Scarapiducci

Renfield

Teddy Lobo

Robert Montague Renfield

Undercovers

Bill Hoyt

Amazing Digital Circus

Jax

Parks and Recreation

Leslie Knope

Ben Wyatt

April Ludgate

Andy Dwyer

Jean-Ralphio Saperstein

Randy Cunningham: 9th Grade Ninja

Randy Cunningham (18+ people DNI unless requesting platonic stories)

The Earliest Show

Josh Bath

House of Lies

Clyde Oberholt

Mean Girls (movie + musical + movie musical)

Cady Heron

Regina George

Gretchen Wieners

Karen Smith/Shetty

Janis Ian/Sarkisian/Imi'ike (non male readers only)

Damian Hubbard (non female readers only)

Warm Bodies

R

Peep World

Nathan Meyerwitz

Your Boyfriend

Peter Dunbar

#froggywritesstuff #tgwdlm x reader #John doe x reader #Heartstopper x reader #do revenge x reader #Deadpool x reader #Wednesday x reader #tomorrow when the war began x reader #treasure Planet X reader #Enola Holmes x reader #love Victor x reader #in treatment x reader #kurt kunkle x reader #once upon a time x reader #dash and Lily x reader #summer days summer nights x reader #venom x reader #honest theif x reader #Ghostbusters Afterlife x reader #Micah Yujin x reader #the obsession x reader #Simon Aumar x reader #rottmnt x reader #ben schwartz x reader #teddy lobo x reader #mean girls #Warm bodies #adventure time #mythic quest #your boyfriend

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Masterlist - 2023

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𝓡𝓮𝓬𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓵𝔂 𝓤𝓹𝓵𝓸𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓭 𝓕𝓲𝓬𝓼:

Fanfic Friday 4/28/23

A Rose By Any Other Name - George Weasley X Female (Slytherin/Sirius Black Daughter) Reader; fluff, slight angst

Vet Bills - John Wick X Female (Vet) Reader; fluff, mini angst

Party Games - Steve Rogers X Loki Odinson; fluff, slight angst, Pocky Challenge

Chocolate Surprise - Loki Odinson X Thranduil; fluff

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Alphabetical List -- Updated on 4/28/23 (newly added George Weasley, John Wick, Steve X Loki, and Loki X Thranduil Fics above and below)

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Harry Potter - Cedric Diggory, Draco Malfoy, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Harry Potter, Neville Longbottom, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, Severus Snape

Kingsman - Eggsy Unwin, Hamish Mycroft (Merlin), Harry Hart, Jack Daniels

Marvel | X-Men - Bruce Banner, Bucky Barnes, Charles Xavier, Eddie/Venom, Erik Killmonger, Everett Ross, Harry Osborn (TASM), Heimdall, Helmut Zemo, John Allerdyce, Johnny Storm, Kurt Wagner, Logan Howlett, Loki Odinson (Not the Series), M'Baku, Natasha Romanoff, Otto Octavius, Peter Maximoff, Peter Parker (Andrew), Peter Parker (Tobey), Peter Parker (Tom), Pietro Maximoff, Quentin Beck, Sam Wilson, Scott Lang, Shang-Chi, Steve Rogers, Thor Odinson, Tony Stark, Vision, Wade Wilson, Wanda Maximoff, Wenwu

Star Wars | The Mandalorian - Anakin Skywalker, Armitage Hux, Ben Solo/Kylo Ren, Din Djarin, Han Solo, Luke Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Rey

Stranger Things - Alexei Smirnoff, Billy Hargrove, Eddie Munson, Robin Buckey, Jim Hopper, Steve Harrington

The Hobbit / The Lord Of The Rings - Aragorn, Bilbo Baggins, Boromir, Dwalin, Elrond, Faramir, Fili, Kili, Haldir, Legolas Greenleaf, Pippin Took, Samwise Gamgee, Thorin Oakenshield, Thranduil

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Assassin's Creed - Ezio Auditore da Firenze

Brothers Grimm - Jakob Grimm

BBC & Enola - Sherlock Holmes

Hell Boy - Red (Hellboy), Abe Sapien, and Agent John Myers

Encino Man - Linkavitch "Link" Chomofsky

George Of The Jungle - George

Ghostbusters (2016) - Jillian Holtzmann, Kevin Beckman

Indiana Jones - Indiana Jones

John Wick - John Wick

Jurassic Park - Ian Malcolm

Scooby Doo (2002) - Shaggy Rogers

The Last Of Us - Joel Miller

The Pirates Of The Caribbean - James Norrington, Hector Barbossa

The Phantom Of The Opera - Erik Destler

Uncharted 4 - Sam Drake, Rafe Adler

X-Files - Fox Mulder

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[romanarose]

For The Longest Time: Chapter 4

William Miller x Fem!OC (Lorelei Giang)

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Summary: To celebrate the youngest member of their family's birthday, the gang goes out for a beach day, and Lorelei has a new understand for Santiago

Warnings: Swimming?!?!? mentions of laci's past and the physcial abuse she endoured, mentions of weight, weight lose, starvation, dad mode santi <3 mentions of a near drowning in the past (the last chapter of LaL), Miller men trauma, parent death, talk of drug overdoses and addiction. I think that's it. Oh, I suppose accusations of cheating too.

A/N: This is def a filler chapter. It serves to further relationships and dynamics and lead up the end. I think after everything the last few chapters, a nice chapter is nice.

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Another month in and things have eased around them. Lorelei and Santi kept their distance from each other but it had calmed down. Benny got over his irritation of Will keeping secrets and was increasingly excited to be a biological uncle. Lorelei had also met Frankie and Jana’s daughter, Rosie; a cute 3-year-old. In fact, her birthday was the celebration they were all out for right now. It was a beach trip, driving an hour out to get to the coast. Turning 3 and only in day care part time, she didn't have friends that she saw outside of daycare just yet, so Jana and Frankie decided she was old enough to go to the beach under the supervision of several adults.

Frankie, Jana, Rosie, Santi and Laci rode in one car, Laci being the unofficial babysitter for Rosie as the two bonded quickly. Miller’s and their girls (god forbid Lorelei ever hear someone call her Will’s girl) road in in another one. It had been a hot summer, so the water felt good on everyone. At 4 months along, Lorelei could still swim unhindered and enjoyed going far out into the water. She knew it stressed Will out, but he never told her what to do. She liked that about him, he simple waded in the water, watching her and she knew if there was an issue, he’d be out there in a moment. It was kinda nice, if she was being honest, the idea that she had the freedom to be herself but that she was safe while doing it. Will was going to make a good dad, even if this wasn’t the ideal situation.

He still never removed his shirt, the tight gray fabric stretching across his shoulders as he swam and wrestled Ben in the sand.

Lorelei was taking a break, sitting on a towel with Alice drinking a sprite that Will brought her as she watched Santi and Laci sitting in the water playing with Rose. It was cute, she had to admit. Lorelei still wasn’t fond of Santiago but she’d warmed up to Laci. Lorelei just didn’t get her. Girls like that, pretty, petite blonde white girls that wore pink dresses and had attractive rich boyfriends were generally the kind of girls that caused problems for her. Maybe it was bullying, maybe it was racism, maybe it was regular mean girl behavior but it never spelled anything good for her. Laci seemed genuine though, and after Will explained what she had been through, it made a little more sense why he was the way he was. They made a cute couple, and it was funny seeing the intense man so soft and happy with his fiance and his goddaughter.

“I can’t fuck’n stand her.” Alice spoke next to her, sipping her drink and Lorelei turned to him.

“Huh?”

“Oh come on, I know you see it. She drives me crazy with her giggling, her stupid clothes, her squeaky voice. Irritating.”

Lorelei rolled her eyes. “Eh, she’s just living. It’s not my thing but I think she deserves to be happy.”

“Oh for sure, for sure.” Alice assured, pausing before getting to her real point. “I think something’s going on between her and Ben.”

At that, Lorelei couldn’t help but laugh out loud. “Oh, come on! Look at them!” She motioned to where the couple were laughing in the water. Santi was gently splashing Laci and Laci hiding behind Rosie. “She’s enamored with him, no way he’d cheat.”

Alice wasn’t convinced. “I don’t know. Did you know they used to sleep together?”

“What?!” That’s weird. Santi and Laci got together a few months after she got back in the states. Did Laci cheat on Santi? She didn’t think she had it in her, and Benny worships the ground Santi walked on, or maybe that's why, he wanted to have what Santi-

“Yeah, Ben and her used to have sleep overs at Laci’s and fall asleep on the pull out couch.”

Oh, that. “Alice,” She smacked her. “That’s not what I thought you meant.”

“It’s still weird.”

“It’s a little odd in their 30’s I guess, but if it was happening in the fucking living room of Santi’s house, it’s gotta be pretty innocent.”

“Mm” was her non committal answer.

Jana called from on top of Frankie’s shoulders. That was a strong man for being in his 40’s. “WHO WANTS TO PLAY CHICKEN!”

Laci immediately got excited. “ME- Oh.” She stopped when she looked at Santi, and sat back down. “Actually, never mind!”

Lorelei noted the guilty look on Santi’s face and he looked down, playing with Rosie, but Will came running up to the couple and grabbing a squealing Laci. With ease, he pulled her up to sit on his shoulders to join their friends in chicken.

“What was that about?” Lorelei asked Alice. Alice was an outsider like her, but she knew more about the strange group than she did. 

“Watch Santi as he turns.”

She did, Santi turning to catch Rose who was trying to run away. 

“See that scar on his neck? Had spinal surgery a few years ago. That, and his knees are shit. He can’t hold up Laci like that, even if she weighs 50 pounds.”

Lorelei looked back to where they were, Laci’s hands clasped with Jana's, the four the them laughing and smiling and throwing harmless insults. He looked good like this… strong, capable, fun

Alice spoke again. “Aren’t you jealous?”

“Of what? It’s not like I can play chicken 4 months pregnant.”

“Your man’s head is literally between her legs.”

She had to scoff at that. “He’s not my man. We aren’t together.”

“You’re having a baby.”

“Not the same thing.”

A wild Benny came out of no where, grabbing Alice’s arm and pulling her to the water just as Laci over took the over couple, Jana and Frankie falling back. “We’re next!”

Santi walked up to the now-empty towel, him dripping wet and Rosie bundled up in her Paw Patrol towel. Skye, of course. The pilot pup, just like her dad. “Mind if we sit here?”

She gestured for him to go ahead, a fussy Rose in his arms, slowing losing the battle with sleep as she clung her her uncle. Santi sang to her, soft and low in a beautiful tenor. 

“Luna de Xelajú que supiste alumbrar

en mis noches de pena,

por una morena

de dulce mirar,

luna de Xelajú, me diste inspiración,

la canción que hoy te canto,

regada con llanto

de mi corazón.”

Soon enough the little one was asleep, despite the noises from in the water.

“That was beautiful.” Lorelei spoke softly, extending an olive branch to the man. He was going to be in her circle for likely the rest of her life, she might as well ease the tension.

“Thank you, it’s one of Laci’s favorites when she-” He stopped, hesitating.

“When she what?”

Santi looked down at the sleep child in his arms, carefully picking little leaves or other things from the ocean out of her hair. Frankie had braided her hair back tightly. Rose had thick, tight curls from her Ethiopian ancestry, and Frankie learned all the Jana taught him on proper hair care. She always liked Frankie the most, and this was just a solidifier. Frankie was a natural mediating between all of them and an expert in cooling down Miller brother disagreements. He was always level head, treated Jana like a queen, and adored his daughter.

“Just when Laci… when she needs to calm down.” 

Ah, her ptsd. “I see. Well, you have a beautiful singing voice, she’s very lucky.”

He smiled at that, looking back up at the beachline when Alice won, sending Laci flying back. He looked ready to go at any point.

“She can’t swim. She says she can but it’s more like treading water.”

“Will won’t let her drown.”

Santi sighed, watching at the three couples set up for a threeway fight in the setting sun. “I know. He saved her once before. Last year for her birthday we went to a lake for a weekend and the boat tipped over. I could barely stand tall enough to breathe, so you can imagine she just went under.” He shifted uncomfortably, and Lorelei could see he didn’t like talking about it. “I couldn’t help her at all, I couldn’t see a thing, and Will scooped her up.” 

He chuckled softly. “She calls me her short king.” His eyes were still intently on Laci, who was happy as can be. “I know I’m a lot, but you haven’t seen her the way I have, seen how much work she’s put into getting better. When I found her that day last year, I thought she was dead. Her lips were blue, her skin was practically gray and she had a huge gash in her forehead, blood dripping down her face. 20 pounds lighter, if you can believe it. I’m so fucking proud of her. She’s got her own job, helping others no less. She’s doing so much better. I could never have been that strong.”

Jesus, that girl went through hell, but she saw it now. She saw Santi, understood him.

“You love her a lot.”

“She’s the light of my life.”

It wasn’t long before they all emerged, ready to get on the road after a long day of gift giving and quality time. This was nice, she thought. A good day for everyone.

*

“Saw you and Santi were talking there for quite a while, everything okay?” Will asked as he put their dirty clothes and towels in the wash, insisting that he wasn’t going to have beach water ‘molding up’ his house, and was about ready to go take a shower.

“Yeah.” Lorelei assured him, smiling as she rested on the couch (where Will laid down a throw blanket beforehand, the germaphobe). “He’s kinda alright.”

She saw Will smile out of the corner of his mouth; she knew how important these men were to her. “Yeah, he’s fine, I guess.”

“Hey William?”

“Yeah?”

“Got any baby names?”

Will looked up from where he was adding his own mix of fabric softener and detergent. “Oh. Uh, I guess we should start talking about that. It’s up to you, in the end though-”

“William, come on.” She knew what he was doing. He always differed to her, wanting to be the gentleman, but she wanted him to take charge sometimes.

He started his washer and walked over, setting another blanket down before sitting with her. “I guess I don’t really know, Emily and I -my ex-fiance- we had a few names but… nothing concrete.”

“Like what?”

Will smiled that smile she was begin to love so much, a tinge of blush at his cheeks; or maybe it was from the sun. Laci forced sunscreen on him extensively though. “It’s kinda an old man name but, it’s my pops name.”

“Your dad?”

At the suggestion, Will burst out in laughter. “Oh god no, fuck that bastard. No, I mean my grandpa. He taught me all I know, real southern gentleman. God knows without him, I would have turned out like my dad.”

Lorelei didn’t believe that for a second. “What the name?”

“Gideon. It’s a bible name, you know, my family, we’re baptists”

“I like it. Naming him after a good man, the name is nice too.”

His nervous smile brighten, those blues eyes sparkling at her and she wondered what she had to do to make them shine like that again. 

“I thought maybe. We could do something Vietnamese?”

And just like that, her heart swooped. Lorelei Ngoc Giang knew she was falling for William Miller. There was no way to deny it.

“Y-yeah… yeah that would be nice…” It was such a simple gesture, but something that showed he cared about her, her culture, and the past of her that would be passed on to their child. “I like Háo… or Đai…”

“Gideon Háo… I like that a lot.”

She leaned in, resting her hair on his shoulder. “And for a girl?”

She felt him shrug. “I dunno. I thought maybe… it would be nice to have a flower name for the middle name, like Rosie.”

That caught Lorelei’s attention. “Her middle name is a flower? So what, she’s got two flower names.” And she thought Jana and Frankie were the sensible ones.

“No,” Will laughed, shoulders shaking. “Her full name is Fatima Rosa-Maria.”

More lore. “Fatima is interesting. Is Jana muslim?” Fatima was the name of one of Muhammeds daughters.

“No. Fatima was Santi’s older sister. She pretty much raised Santi and Frankie growing up, Franks mom was dead and his dad was an addict, so Santi’s mom took him in, spent more time at Santi’s than his own home. Mrs. Garcia worked a lot however, so Fatima raised them, kept them fed and alive. She died of an overdose a little before Rosie was born, so they named their daughter after her.”

“And the name Fatima?”

“There’s a town in Spain called Fatima, from back pre-spanish inquisition. Couple decades back there was a supposed apparition of the Virgin Mary in that town, so it became a girls name for Spanish girls and Muslim girls.”

The girls name proved more difficult. Lorelei didn’t like the flower names. Only one she liked was Rose and she couldn’t very well use that one. Other names were shot down by them both left and right. They decided to table it until they could actually get a name book.

“Alright.” Will slapped his thighs as he stood. “Time to show, then go to bed.” Old as man. 

Then Will’s phone rang, Will smiling when he saw his moms name pop up. “Hey ma- hey, you cry’n?” His southern accent alway got more pronounced when he was around h’s parents. Lorelei liked his mom. She was sweet, welcoming, and despite her shock, she took the news of the pregnancy well. Lorelei thought she was just happy to see grandchildren coming. Will’s dad was a man of few words, and even less once he learned they were expecting, but not together. Beating his wife and child apparently wasn’t as shameful as having a child outside of marriage. “Whatever he did, just call the police and I’ll be there in 20 minuets ma.” Will was already pulling on his shoes when suddenly he stopped, everything freezing and his handsome face going blank as he dropped his phone.

“William?” Lorelei rushed to him, going to check his vitals to see if he had fallen sick. Her hands touched at his neck, feeling for a temp and getting his pulse. It was erratic. “William, babe, I need you to look at me, do you need medical attention?” Every worst case scenario she knew was possible flooded through her head, trying to get his attention until he finally spoke.

“My dad just died. He… he had a heart attack.”

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A little tension eased, a little tension gained?

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I'll Keep You Warm~ William x Reader

Yet another entry for @aquagirl1978 and @violettduchess's challenge. Thank you again for hosting, I'm having a lot of fun with these prompts.

Prompt: 7. Camping Pairing: William Rex X Reader Genre: Fluff + a smidge of spice Word Count: 1458 (The fics keep seeming to get longer as I continue this challenge :p)

“I’m terribly sorry, I don’t see a reservation for you Earl Rex. On top of that, I’m afraid we’re full up and haven’t got a room to spare.”

The innkeeper was visibly upset. He had spent the past few minutes searching his records to see if somehow there had been a mistake. Will just smiled, completely unbothered by your sudden lack of lodging for the night.

“It’s no trouble at all, your assistance has been greatly appreciated. Have a wonderful evening.” Will responded graciously, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, and guiding you out of the inn.

When you were out of earshot you couldn’t help but sigh, “Where are we going to stay then?”

You and William had ben sent out to discover the cause for a recent rash of disappearances from a remote village.

This remote village, however, only had one small inn and Victor had assured the two of you that accommodations had been taken care of. Just before you had left, Victor had stopped you and handed you a small envelope, insisting that you wait until sunset to open it.

Glancing at the sky, the sun had begun its descent, but was still plainly visible. Shrugging, you decided that opening the envelope early wouldn’t be that bad, and hopefully it would have the address of the residence that Victor must have intended for you to stay at.

Unfolding the small piece of paper, all that you found was a crudely drawn map with an x marking the end of a dotted line.

“Um… I think he may have planned for us to stay somewhere else,” You muttered, handing the scrap of paper over to William.

“Ah, I see… He intends for us to stay at wherever this X is supposed to be.”

Will chuckled, glancing once more at the map before tucking it into his breast pocket.

“Off we go then.” He smiled, taking your hand in his and leading the way toward the first landmark.

After a short walk out of the village, you arrived at a gnarled tree. Will assured you that this was what the swirling blob on the map was supposed to represent and you had no choice but to acquiesce to his judgement. Soon you had made your way past a pile of rocks resembling a layered cake, a tiny farmhouse, and finally had reached the final landmark…a fairly wide stream.

Across the water, you were able to see a small tent sitting within a clearing.

“A tent?” You asked incredulously.

Will let out a bark of laughter and took off his cloak, holding it in a balled-up bundle on his shoulder. He began wading through the stream, the water quickly coming up to the middle of his back.

Too stunned to move, you merely watched as he emerged on the other side, clothes soaked through.

“Well come on then,” He shouted, waving you across. The grin on his face brightened as you hesitantly entered the water.

“Oh! It’s freezing!” You squeaked, leaping back onto the shore. Will’s laughter once again rang out and you felt your cheeks flush with embarrassment.

“Come along, little robin. I’ll have a fire started here in a moment to help us dry off.”

Taking a deep breath, you trudged through the icy water, shivering as you finally reached the opposite shore. Almost immediately, Will was behind you, hands pressed against your waist.

“My, my, you truly are soaked through, aren’t you?” He purred in your ear. A shiver ran down your spine for a completely new reason as he began slowly unlacing your dress. “We simply can’t have you stay in these sopping clothes any longer can we?”

Clawing your way to the rational side of your brain, you held Wills hands still, letting out a long breath.

“I am not about to expose myself out here where anyone could come across us!”  You insisted through chattering teeth. “I’ll just sit by the fire and I’m sure I’ll be warmed up in no time.”

Moving to take a step towards the flickering flames, Will tightens his hold on your waist.

“No one will come across us, dear robin.” He whispered, his breath ghosting across the back of your neck.

“How can you be so sure of that?”

“Victor clearly intended for us to go camping tonight. And naturally, understanding that we are lovers, he would have done his best to ensure that we would be completely secluded.” Will’s soft voice murmured, his tongue darting out to trace the shell of your ear.

“But why would he have us cross the stream like this? Surely it would have been just as easy to set up the campsite on the near side!”

Pressing his forehead to your shoulder, Will gently unfolded the map, and pointed to a small dark line that crossed over a longer, pale line, and from there the path continued parallel to the pale line until reaching the X.

“There was a bridge!?” You huffed, spinning around to scold your lover.

Your words were cut off as you came face to face with him, his crimson eyes burning into you with a fierce passion.

“Forgive me, my dear. I couldn’t resist the opportunity to see you like this.” He sighed. “You have no idea how deliciously your dress is clinging to your body.” As if to make a point, he ran his hands over the curve of your hips, eyes trailing along behind.

“You are incorrigible, William Rex.” You tease, letting your eyes flutter closed as he continues his exploration of your body.

A sudden blast of wind buffets the two of you and you both realize that, despite the heat in the air between you, the world outside has begun to cool. Long shadows are now stretching from the trees and the crisp evening air is doing nothing but causing you to feel even colder.

“I do still think it would be beneficial for you to remove that dress. I will take full responsibility for keeping you warm in its stead.” Will hushed, bringing his fingers back to the laces on your dress.

Still a bit nervous, you relent to his hand and allow him to remove the soaking garments from your form, before he strides over to a nearby branch, draping your clothes, followed by his own across it.

You try to steady your breathing as you take in your lover’s physique. Supple, toned muscle traces its way around his lean frame, and you can feel heat pooling in your belly as he turns back to you in nothing but his undergarments.

His soft chuckle pulls you from your reverie and you cough in shame, quickly moving closer to the fire, arms crossed over your chest. As you gaze into the orange tongues of fire that dance before you, you feel a heavy weight settle over your shoulders.

Will’s cloak is draped over you, providing a comforting warmth that you gladly huddle into. A contented sigh escapes your lips, as you settle onto the ground beside the warm glowing embers. Your lover is quick to pull you into his arms, clinging to you as though you were the most precious jewel.

“I’ll keep you warm. I promise.” He vowed, running his hands up and down your arms. The friction was wonderful and soon you were feeling quite comfortable. Leaning back against Will’s chest you gazed up at his face, famed by the silver moonlight, he looked like some ethereal being.

Will leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead before asking, “Shall we get some rest?”

“I think that would be nice, hopefully our clothes are dried by tomorrow.” You tossed out your reply as you shuffled out of his lap and stood. Pulling the cloak tighter around your shoulders, you watch as Will made his way over to the tent where a thin mattress was waiting.

“Oh! It looks like Victor had thought this through more than I assumed.” He spoke, disappearing into the tent, only to emerge moments later with a stack of fabric.

“It seems he has provided a set of pajamas.” Will laughed, as he held a warm looking nightgown out to you.

Instead of taking the outfit, you pushed Will onto the mattress and wrapped your arms around his neck, the cloak falling away as the tent enclosed you.

“You promised that you would keep me warm.” You teased, pressing your lips to his.

“Well, I can’t go back on such an important promise.” Your lover grinned as you pulled back.

He returned your kiss, and the two of you gladly indulging in each other’s warmth as the cool night marched on around you, eagerly fulfilling that very same promise.

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