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sonicslushie · 1 year

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Stars By The Pocketful~P.P.

A/N: Alrighttttt youins, anotha one. I caught up on my school work (summer classes so I don’t gotta cram 18 hours into my last semester of college lol) so here’s this. Starting part 2 od when the devil’s calling after I post this, so it’ll probs be uploaded sunday. Sorry for keeping yall waiting lol. Thinking about creating a playlist of the songs i use to write to, if youins want i’ll make it public and post it on here

Also pretend I mentioned the reader being homeschool bc I definitely didn’t. And it’s a fem reader btw.

playlist i write to, for u to read to

P.S. look up the meanings of the flowers mentioned in this i dare u

Summary: Man you really don’t like that Peter Parker kid. Or do you?

Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

TW: underage drinking, crudeness, langauge.

Word Count: 4.8k

Peter Parker.

Oh how you hated that guy.

It was always Peter Parker this, Peter Parker that. Oh he’s such a sweet boy, really smart too. Did you know he was bit by a radioactive spider? Now he’s SPIDERMAN!!! Newest Avenger and don’t forget it- he’s also Tony Stark’s media proclaim prodigue! God it sucked.

The media didn’t even know about you, Tony Stark’s only kid. Nobody talked about how you were so smart, with an IQ of 137. Nobody talked about how you have been the mastermind of most of Tony’s greatest ideas, like FRIDAY. FRIDAY was your creation, but did anyone remember that? Nope. And hell, you were sweet… Sometimes. When you wanted to be. But recently, that wasn’t often. Because most of your time was spent mentoring Tony’s “prodigue” and making sure he wasn’t doing anything stupid because Happy couldn’t take the constant texts and calls from him- not that you could handle it much better.

Just yesterday Peter had called you to tell you he saved a cat from a tree. All you could say was “good for you” then you hung up on him and continued your Twilight marathon.

Life was so much better when that kid wasn’t around. You had peace and quiet- well as much peace and quiet you could get in the Stark Tower. Sure there was the constant bustling around of various Avengers and SHIELD members, but they mostly let you do your own thing. You had to attend nightly dinners with your father and the rest of the Avengers that stayed in the tower and the weekly movie nights, other than that, you were free as a bird. But now you were picking Peter up from school, overseeing his patrols in case anything got out of hand, and of course you handled all correspondence between him and your father.

The texts were the worst part.

Sometimes it felt like Peter was just texting you to text you. Maybe he was bored and didn’t have any friends, you didn’t really know. Or care, for that matter. He would text you every morning with some variation of “good morning” with a BUNCH of emojis. Not even normal ones like the regular smiley or even the sun one, he typically used the jackolantern, the robot one, and the anatomical heart (yes the actual HEART not the little colored hearts). If he was feeling real weird that day he would use ALL of the star-like emojis, including the planet ones. All of which, you never responded to. Nor did you respond to the various questions he would send you, mind you they weren’t ever Avenger or Spiderman related. One time he asked you if you believed in people having auras, and if you did what color did you think his would be. (You didn’t answer him, but you did think about it. You decided his would be green.)

But the thing you hated most about Peter was that he wasn’t hate-able. He was genuinely kind, sweet, and really really smart. He made you laugh with those stupid questions he would send you and he challenged your thinking, and that’s what you hated most. Most people barely stimulated your brain, but Peter? He made you think. He made you think hard. He made you question everything you knew and felt, and it was weird. He was weird. You wanted so badly to hate him with all of your soul but you just couldn’t find it in you. Those good morning texts, the nightly calls to update you on patrol, the silence when you two are working in the lab together- it was all something you enjoyed. He didn’t annoy you- no you enjoyed his company the most. If you were being honest, all the “peace and quiet” you got before he was around was really just loneliness. He filled that loneliness simply by being Peter.

The only thing you truly hated was all the attention he got from everyone, especially your dad. Tony Stark loves his daughter, there’s no lie in that, but sometimes it felt like he loved Peter more. For one he publicly shows his affection for Peter, but you understand why he can’t let the public know you’re his daughter. Stupid safety hazards and all with the copious amounts of super villains and bad guys that would want to use you to get to him. For two, he spends a lot of time with Peter, even if it’s not Avenger or superhero related. Just going out for burgers or hanging out in the lab building random stuff that you’ve always wanted to build with your dad. (There was this rocket that you had designed, and you dad promised to make it with you. He did it with Peter.) It just seemed like your dad preferred Peter. And that’s what hurt the most. So you deflected that anger onto Peter, unfortunately for him.

Most days you would just be short with him, ignoring his texts, telling him to suck an egg or something. Sometimes you didn’t even speak to him at all, just some grunts in his general direction. If you had to make appearances, you would pretend to be an intern alongside Peter and spend your time sulking in a corner, maybe sneak a drink or two from the open bars and scarf down any dessert in sight.

But today you and the rest of the Avengers were informed that there was to be a gala. For what? You didn’t know, you tuned out after your dad said that everyone was to attend and look pretty. A gala? A night of dancing and eating and possibly drinking if the venue was big enough to hide from your dad. Seemed fun enough, until your dad said something directly to you.

“Y/n, I would like you to be Peter’s date for the gala.” He said, very out of the blue to you. He had mentioned nothing about dates before, or at least you had thought so. (To be fair, you weren’t really listening, just imagining what food they would have.)

“What- why?” You asked, perking up at the turn of conversation.

“Because you two will be the youngest people there and I’m not trying to have a bunch of old men try to dance with my daughter. No arguments, I’ll even buy you drinks so you don’t have to sneak them.” He says, smirking at how the last part catches you off guard. You thought you had been being sneaky, but clearly drunk you got a little sloppy.

“Why couldn’t I be Bucky’s date, I mean he’s got a vibranium arm for god's sake.” You say, sighing as you lean back on the couch. Fortunately for you, Peter wasn’t there to get all excited about the gala, he was at home with his aunt May, probably sleeping for school tomorrow. He would be almost jumping out of his seat at the thought of being invited to a gala.

“I second that.” Bucky says, sipping from his drink, you wink at him but your dad snaps his fingers at the both of you.

“No. I don’t have to worry about Spiderboy being a perv, old man. We go tomorrow at 6, be ready you hoodlums.” Tony says, going back to picking a movie. You zone back out, freaking out about being Peter’s date. Obviously you were gonna have to be the one to tell him, you handle giving Avenger information to him. And this just so happened to be Avenger info, even if it was just a glorified dance.

You decided to go ahead and get it out of the way, you shot him a text, hoping he would be asleep.

Yo we’re going to a gala tomorrow. You’re my date. Avenger thing.

Not even a minute later he responded.

UR ASKING ME TO BE YOUR DATE?????

Fuck.

No, dad demanded it. Literally demanded it.

A minute goes by, you see the typing bubbles. You also feel bubbles in your stomach, as much as it pains you to admit.

Oh, well I’m honored to be ur date either way<3

Okaaaay that was enough Peter for one night. Now if you could handle a few hours of him tomorrow night.

Tomorrow came a little too quickly for your liking. You had to go shopping for a nice dress with Natasha during the day while Peter was at school. You found a beautiful lavender dress, it clung to your figure and showed off your back in a way that made you feel pretty delicious. Natasha was the one to pick it actually, she was pretty keen to fashion and what looked nice on you. Way to go, Nat.

You were also in charge of getting Peter’s tux, luckily you had his measurements from his suit that your dad made him, so you were able to find something that would fit him nicely and kinda sorta match you to appease your father. If you were being completely honest, you were excited to see Peter in it. He typically wore jeans and a baggy t-shirt, those did nothing for his body- no like the Spiderman suit. For someone you pretended to dislike, you had to admit, he had a nice ass. The tux was definitely going to do wonders for him- not that you would tell him that.

After everything was done in preparation for the gala, you picked Peter up from school, who practically JUMPED into the car.

“Y/n you are never going to believe what happened today at school- oh my gosh and the gala ,what am I gonna wear- are you excited- you don’t look excited- oh is that a bagel-”

You shoved the bagel into his mouth to get him to shut up.

Luckily it didn’t choke him, though in that moment you would have been okay with that happening.

“Dude chill, I got your tux. What happened at school today?” You asked, slowly pulling the bagel out of his mouth. Peter delves into his day at school, talking about how this guy Flash (a guy you truly hated for how rude he was to Peter) slipped on a banana peel like something out of a cartoon. You actually laughed at that, like a genuine laugh.

It was the first time Peter had heard you actually laugh at something he said. He was mesmerized by the sound of it, a warm laugh from your chest. It was unlike anything he had ever heard before, especially since it came from you. Peter was aware of how you acted towards him, I mean how couldn’t he be? The other day you threw a fork at him for just entering the room while you were dancing (or just shaking ass) to Taylor Swift. He knew he was trying a little too hard to be your friend, but he wanted to be your friend. And he might have had a little crush on you. How could he not though? You were beautiful, brilliant, and you were kind. Not outright, but it was the little things you did, like bringing him a bagel everyday when you picked him up for school, playing a playlist he sent you when you thought nobody was around, hell even going and picking up a tux for him for this gala. He knew you were sweet, he just had to crack that wall you had up.

And that laugh felt like a crack in the foundation of that wall, and he was going to bring it tumbling down tonight.

After a 20 minute drive to the Stark Tower and hearing all about Peter’s day and how excited he was for the gala, you two parted ways to get ready for the gala. At least you were going to get ready for the gala, Peter was going to go bother Happy into helping him figure out what your favorite flowers were, unbeknownst to you.

Time flew by and before you knew it FRIDAY was requesting that all the Avengers met in the lobby of the tower to be shuttled off to the gala. You were dressed up to the nines, praying you wouldn’t fall over in the heels Natasha lent you. Dear god, why were they so TALL?? If Nat wasn’t a world renowned assassin, you would wallop her in the head for making you wear these monstrosities she called “shoes”. There was no way you were going to make it through the night in these and having to keep up with Peter.

Before you could make it to the door of your room due to constant tripping, there was a knock at your door. You grunted at whoever was behind it to come in, Peter came in with one of his hands behind his back.

He watched you as you looked up from trying to get your heel unsnagged from the carpet, your hair falling into your face slightly. It was like a moment out of a movie; he was seeing you dressed up for the first time and he was dumbstruck. There could have been a musical number dedicated to this moment right here, the moment he knew he wasn’t going to last the night without making a fool of himself trying to get you to see him the way he sees you.

The moment was somewhat ruined when you said, “You gonna stand there drooling or are you going to help me?”

He scrambled over to you, bringing his arm out from behind him, displaying the bouquet he got you. He had gotten you your favorite flowers, a bouquet of tulips with baby’s breath surrounding them. For a moment you faltered, caught off guard by the act of sweetness. How did he know those were your favorite? He must have asked your dad or Happy, but either way it didn’t matter, the act melted your heart. It made those butterflies come back, especially as you took him in in all of his glory. His tux fit him perfectly and dear god, the bow tie you picked out for him. The lavender color complimented his skin and the brown in his eyes, which you never truly noticed before. Boy, you were in trouble.

“Why don’t you wear some different shoes? I’d love for you to hang on my arm all night, but those look like torture devices,” Peter says, laying the flowers on your bed and literally pulling you out of the shoes. Maybe he was right, there was no way you could happily prance about a gala in those. But before you went to pick out a different pair, you picked up the flowers.

“How did you know?” You asked, he got what you meant.

“Happy helped.” He said nervously, he didn’t know why he was so nervous. He was used to you being somewhat cold to him, but the soft tone in your voice was what got to him. The warmness in it was something he had always longed to hear from you.

“I love them, thank you,” you say, putting them on your desk as you go to your closet picking a slightly less tortuous pair of heels. As you were searching through your shoes, you tried to calm the blush you had growing on your cheeks. Who knew such a small act could mean so much to someone so lonely? Once again Peter had you rethinking everything, maybe you had been a little too mean to him. You could have responded to some of his texts. You could have not thrown that fork at him the other day. Hell you could invite him to movie night like you dad had been asking you to do ever since he joined the Avengers. Why couldn’t you just get past that stupid resentment you had towards him. It wasn’t even really towards him as much as it was everyone, he just so happened to be the one to get the brunt of the anger. He didn’t even have the short end of the stick; he had the whole ass shit stick.

Maybe you should start being nicer to him?

Maybe.

You grab your new heels and slip them on, holding out your arm for Peter to take.

“Let’s get this show on the road, Pete,” you say in a surprisingly unannoyed voice. Peter took notice and was fisting pumping the air in his head. Perfect, he knew he was going to get through to you one day.

The two of you made your way to the lobby, everyone else already there. All the Avengers catcalled and woohoo-ed, your dad even looked impressed by how well you two cleaned up.

“Nice tux, Under roos,” he said, winking at Peter. Mood immediately ruined for you, Tony simply gave you a smirk and a nod, and added a, “That color looks very nice on you, kid.”

Right when you were this close to enjoying the night with Peter and trying to put your sadness and anger aside he went and blew it. Not even a ‘wow you’re stunning, hey look everyone, my beautiful daughter has arrived’ like he used to in the past before Peter showed up. I will say you did try and not let it get to you. You plastered a smile to your face and gripped Peter’s arm a little harder than you meant to, making him flinch a little. But the rest of the group just doted on Peter and how nice he looked. And you were almost 110% certain it took him less than 20 minutes to get ready. It took you 3 hours. Come on guys, appreciate the art here.

But soon enough the limo was ready to take you all to the gala, you and Peter were last in line to hop in. Out of earshot of everyone else, Peter leaned in and whispered into your ear, sending chills down your spine, “I think you outshine all the stars.”

A bit of that coldness in your heart melted just a little bit more as you muttered a ‘thank you’ and got into the limo.

The gala wasn’t as eventful as you thought it would be. When you guys got there, there was a red carpet, photos were taken, interviews were given, and by the end of that you were sweating from all the lights and cameras. You had never been one for pictures, but you did as you were told.

Inside there were a bunch of old people in various cliques across the ginormous ballroom, there wasn’t anyone dancing to the soft music playing. You had guessed because the itinerary said dinner was to be served first. This was until like any party you had ever attended, this was just a classy old person party. So you and Peter waited quietly, talking amongst yourselves about what the old people might possibly be talking about (some topics you two fools came up with were: the amount of young ladies one old man could fit into his infinity pool, anal, and various other crude topics that made the two of you giggle).

Then, dinner was finally served. You were starving, you had been saving up for this meal because you thought it would be the fanciest, most tasty food you had ever had in your life. Unfortunately, it was mediocre shrimp carbonara with rolls that were probably bought in bulk from the nearest New York. And ghastly red wine, though that might have just been you, you’re more of a pinot grigio girlie. You trudged through, with a lot of salt, it wasn’t that bad. You hated that you didn’t like it, but you had high hopes for dessert. You had heard over the old person grapevine that there was to be some kind of cheesecake, and that just might save the night.

It didn’t. Again it tasted just like some whole foods thing and you were thoroughly disappointed. For your first gala, you have to say, it was certainly not what you were expecting. Maybe you just didn’t have the same taste buds as the elderly people around you, but damn it. You wanted a good cheesecake, and honestly a really greasy pizza. You could live without the wine for now. But one bite into the cheesecake, you looked over at Peter and you could almost read his thoughts. He was thinking the exact same thing as you: dear god why are we here right now?

Finally, it was time for the real socializing and dancing, the one thing that would truly save the night.

The music was classical, which honestly you didn’t mind. It was nice and melodic and calming. Perfect for the chit chat that surrounded you and Peter as you made your way to the dance floor. You had mentioned one time that you liked dancing, plus he saw what you were doing to Taylor Swift, and the minute the tables were cleared for the dance you, he offered you his hand.

Only you didn’t notice your father and all the other Avengers that truly knew you two were watching, all with knowing looks in their eyes. Lets just say some bets were placed after you had gone to bed the night before, and Steve was winning right now. What can I say, the man has an eye for seeing through facades. (For other people, not himself, poor Steve.)

You two got close, a lot closer than you had ever been before. Arm in arm and chest to chest, you could feel his breath on you and his heart almost beating out of his chest. You looked up into those eyes you knew all too well and saw something in them you hadn’t really noticed before.

Adoration.

Hope.

Longing.

It almost threw you off your game, but you had to break the silence that was now slowly building in tension.

“What’s got your heart going, Parker?” You used to always call him by his last name before today, you were hoping to bring him back to reality a little bit with it. What his eyes were saying couldn’t possibly be true after being such an asshole to him.

“Dancing and being really close to pretty girls tend to do that to a guy,” he chuckles out, his eyes still glittering with unspoken emotions. It gets to the point where you have to glance away. Was it getting hot in here? It was definitely getting hot in here.

“It’s actually probably because of that terrible wine,” you say, swaying with him the calming music. Man you wish it were calming you now.

“Yeah that was nasty as hell.” He says, he takes the moment of you looking away to lean his head against yours, making you lean yours against his chest. Better in a way, but also worse. You could smell his cologne and boy it made you see stars. Why did he have to have good hygiene? It would make it a lot easier not to feel any type of way if he smelt like a locker room.

A silence fell over you two as you stayed like that for the remainder of the song, more comfortable now that you weren’t looking into those deep eyes. You could ignore the emotions you saw there when you had your head on his chest, just embracing the feeling of him wrapped around you and the music taking you away to some far off time. It was actually nice, just being there with him, nobody else who knew the two of you anywhere within earshot. It made you think about the possibility of being friends with Peter, maybe even letting yourself feel whatever was bubbling in your gut.

The music slowly turned into a more melancholy song, a few people shifted off the dance floor around you, changing partners and whatnot. But you and Peter stayed right there, and danced and danced and danced until it was time to go home.

The limo ride back was full of tales from the night, though you and Peter sat quietly, barely even listening to the talking going on around you two. As you all arrived home, Tony offered to let Peter spend the night, and he took your dad up on that. Tony had you lead him to the guest bedroom right across the hall from yours, and that was that it seemed.

You two bid each other an awkward goodnight, and went to your respective rooms.

Really? Was that how you were going to end the night? You had the chance to clear the air between you and Peter and yet you were only left with a lot of questions.

No- no. You were going to get answers. You didn’t even change out of your dress before you walked to your door and opened it-

Only to find Peter Parker already standing there, hand in the air about the knock.

“Oh! Hey,” you say, genuinely surprised. Great minds, am I right?

“Hey, I just wanted to- I don’t know. The food was shit, and I’m hungry, do you wanna go grab a pizza or something?” Peter says, scratching the back of his neck. If you were honest, that sounded way better than what you had in mind.

“I’d love to. Come on, I know the best pizza place in town and we can eat on the roof.” You say, grabbing your car keys off the desk, noticing the flowers once again. Remembering how nice it was to be in Peter’s arms. A realization hits you in that moment and you know exactly what you’re going to do about it.

About an hour later, bellies full and happily gazing up at the stars, you and Peter laughing to yourself about how ridiculously awful that gala was.

“They clearly had the money to get the good cheesecake, dude, what was stopping them?” Peter said, you didn’t know if it was the late night giggles or if you were finally letting yourself laugh at how blunt and goofy Peter was, but you were actually really enjoying yourself with him. You make some comment back to him, something vague as you decide it’s time to get down to business.

You sit up all of the sudden, catching Peter off guard. You look over at him and pull him up into a sitting position next to you, keeping your hands in his.

“I don’t want to bring the mood down or anything, but I wanted to say I’m sorry for how I’ve acted since I’ve met you. You’re actually a really amazing person, and you didn’t deserve any of it.” You say in a tone that felt a little too serious after the giggle fest you two just had.

“Listen, it’s okay I know I kinda just swung in and stayed. And I might have tried a little too hard to get you to be my friend. I just didn’t want you to feel left out,” he says, matching your energy. He looked you in the eyes and you know that he meant it, but you had a feeling he wasn’t saying all of it just like you. If you wanted total honesty, you had to give it. So you did.

You explained how you felt like he was your dad’s favorite, everyone’s favorite, and that’s why you were so volatile towards him. You explained that you didn’t hate him. You hated the attention he was given, and all you ever wanted was to not feel lonely. He lets you speak through all of it, listening and taking in every word. He felt bad, but he knew there was no way your dad liked him more. Tony doted on you every chance he got, so did all of the Avengers for that matter. They all adored you, just like he does.

“You know, you truly mean everything to them. All of them, not just your dad. Sure it doesn’t feel like it at times, and I’m sorry for taking up so much time with Tony, but he spends all of it talking about you. About how he wished you were there with us, and telling me so much about you. Everything he’s told me is true: you’re loving, loyal to a fault, fierce in your beliefs and what matters to you. You’re beyond brilliant, and the most gorgeous person to grace this planet. He loves you, Y/n. And I think I’m falling for you.” He rambles out, the last bit just flowing from his heart, his mouth moving faster than his brain.

The last bit stunned you into silence. It was exactly what his eyes were saying before, you just wanted to hear it out loud. For a moment, Peter thought he fucked up and was going to get drop kicked off of the roof.

You look up at the stars once more, then you look at Peter. Slowly, but not unsurely, you lean in and press a soft, warm kiss to his lips. He melts into it, all feelings of unsureness or uneasiness floating off into the night sky. He could have lived in that moment forever, finally, finally feeling at peace.

You pull away, squeezing his hands, “Peter, when I look at the stars, I see you.”

And he knew at that moment, he was yours.

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flwrshee · 11 months

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your moots as love troops?

enemies 2 lovers, etc.

yay moot game but this took me way too long lmao, if you want to be added just ask !

@chiyuv - definitely classmates to lovers for sure, i can imagine caelin admiring her crush *cough cough* from afar and hoping to get paired up with them in a lesson. also with a mix of academic rivals, trying to beat them in a test or exam.

@tnyhees - best friends to lovers, the feeling would be mutual but you both are to shy to confess, all the friendly hugs and silly jokes would make you thing about the love you had for one another.

@weoris - online friends to lovers, this is so random but i can imagine xin talking to her online friend but they get so close that she denies her feelings at first but then realises, she would want to meet them so bad and talk to them irl. it would such a cute love story.

@yenqa - enemies to lovers no doubt, she literally bullies me everyday so what do you expect /j but yen and that one person always hating each other but then their friends start teasing them and they realise that all the jokes and playful fights were actually love.

@maiverie - mutuals to lovers, mai and them would know each other from a friend. their small hangouts would become personal talks and they would start falling deeper inlove. also this would defo be a college campus love story with those cute science experiments together and lunch on the grass.

@hysgf - fake dating, mika seems like she would take up the offer but doesn't know that she'd soon fall inlove. hanging around as the fake couple would be easy until the small pecks and hugs made her feel that this had to be real and not pretend.

@enluv - co workers to lovers, coco is such a sweet person so her admirer would fall in love with her kindest and purity, they would look at you from afar and shyly ask you for a cup of coffee or a small chit chat which ends up with them asking you out.

@hoonvrs - friends to lovers, saint and that friend hanging out, making jokes, taking funny selfies. none of them thought that this would turn out to be affection and admiration for each other. their hearts were always right.

@seongclb - class partner to lovers, kat would be paired up with her long time crush for a project and she would be so giddy and happy. purposely inviting them over for study sessions and ditching her friends for them and saying it was for 'work'. two cuties in love.

@delcakoo - forbidden love, so sorry to make this angsty ema </3 them loving each other in secret because no one can know. their love can't be accepted but they want each other so bad that they cant let go just yet. secret kisses in the toilets, sneaking in their houses and comforting them while they're sad was normal for the two of you.

@hyhees - soulmates, you both were bound to find each other one way or the other. it could be someone you knew your whole life or a stranger that walked past you on the street but you find them you'll never let them go.

@latriii - childhood romance, silly promises like 'marry me when your older' or 'i love you, be my girl/boyfriend' were bound to break. not with my bae latri, childhood bffs stick together and you both end up actually falling in love, confessing by telling each other that you both 'kept' the promise.

@sngvhs - secret admirer, yen walking up to her locker greeted by her fav flowers, notes and chocolate became normal. her friends teasing her would make her want to know would the mystery person was. it would be a pleasant surprise of her crush or a person she had always admired.

@haknom / @hanniluvi - doing you together because you both would have the same trope of mistaken identity, yall are clumsy asses /j you guys would be the type to send a confession to the wrong person and form a friendship with them which turns into a relationship

#⠀⠀☆ anons ?⠀⠀#⠀⠀ask games ⋆⠀⠀

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speckle-meow-meow · 1 year

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HII!! I just saw your recent John Doe post and it was rlly good^^ your writing is really nice :D so u wanted to send a request if you don’t mind! Also you may have to do some research if you don’t know this character but anyways could I request John Doe with a S/O who has a Mafuyu Asahina Personality?? Thank u ^^ also the link is there so it’ll be more easier then typing

Thank you! And thank you so much for the link❤

I'm gonna be honest with you, he literally had zero idea of your real personality

One of my favorite YouTubers gamersault broke down the game and John is really only there so to date the MC bc he thinks they belong together here's the video if you wanna watch it

youtube

Back to what I was saying

He stalks you obviously but you don't really give a shit you still keep up your facade but it's taking a straine on your health

So when he does talk to you face to face you give him the best smile you can muster

He talks to you like you already know each other

When he asks you the questions you answer honestly which inevitably makes him a little upset

So when you get off of work he follows you

Day after day you start to realize that it's literally only you and him

Soon your facade slips and eventually you show your true colors

No emotions, the Aura around you is as cold as ice

So when you arrive at work the next day your face has a permanent frown

As your restocking the shelves you start talking to yourself

"How in the hell is everything coming off the shelves, there's literally no one in this world but me and that dude."

After you do your tasks you take your place at the counter waiting for nothing

Soon that guy comes back looking a little different

He seems more

Attractive?

He continues to talk to you about the same thing asking the same questions

Yet you still give him the same answers

The next day the same thing except he looks even more attractive

'He's really trying' you say in your head

He asks the questions again

And you change your answers

You let him come home with you

He starts to freak out and eventually shows his true self

Or at least some of his true self

You don't know how to feel

You can't feel anything

He starts to catch on and eventually you end up together

He's your little ball of.... Um... Sunshine?

👁👄👁?

He helps you a little bit

Ig he gives you a little bit of happiness

Your always honest with him you don't sugar coat anything and he knows that

It sometimes hurts him but you do apologize

Just

In your own way

I honestly think he's try to find you / make you a room where you can "Rehabilitate" I supose

Idk if he'd really be really helpful though

But if you'd explain he'd probably try and help.

{Thank you @siouxxiie for this request I hope you like it! I tried to get as close as I can to the character you given me hope I did a good job! Yall already know the drill, re-blogs are always welcomed along with hearts and other stuff}

#john doe x reader #john doe #Mafuyu asahina!reader #x reader #some what fluff #Gamersault

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peronica · 2 years

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The First Thing I'll Do....

Spoilers for season 5, remember in season 1 on the monorail the kids were talking about what they missed at home and what they'd do when they got back? Well, I wrote a quick story about it.

This is the first time I've tried to write a story involving texting as a main plot point, so just bear with me. And you can probably figure out who's who. Enjoy!

. . .

The first one came a week after the gang got home, not to Costa Rica, but once the doctors deemed them healthy enough to leave for their real homes. Jurassic World had provided each teen with a new phone as an “I’m sorry for leaving you for dead on the island” gift.

It was so random, no one knew what to think of it:

Track Star: Um, Sammy? Why are you hugging a cow?

In the group chat Sammy had sent out a picture of her hugging a brown cow with a black face.

Farm Girl: Remember when we were on the monorail? Yall said what yall’d do first when yall got home… Well, this is what I did! 🐮

Super Star: OMG! I FORGOT ABOUT THAT!

Dino Nerd: me too.

Jungle Boy: How do you even remember that?

Mr. VIP: Hey, is that Bessie?

Farm Girl: Yes it is! I’ve missed her so much, I went straight for the pasture before dad pulled me back to the house to see mom and the others. 😁

Mr. VIP: Only you, Sammy…

Farm Girl: Ok, now yall have one week to send your pictures, or I’ll come take them myself!

Another picture popped up, this time, Brooklyn was hugging her coffee machine, smiling like a lunatic.

Super Star: Done! Who’s next?

Over the next week, the gang kept sending their pictures, the next one being Darius, his V.R. Headset pulled above his eyes as he held the controllers and smiled at the camera.

Dino Nerd: turns out the jurassic world video game isn’t as scary as it used to be.

Jungle Boy: Yeah, running from real ones will do that to you.

The next day, Ben held his fanny pack, now clean, up. On the table in front of him sat a small water bottle, an open first aid kit, a small flashlight, a carob bar and juice, a small pad of paper with some crayons, and some folded paper towels.

Track Star: Ben… do those band-aids have dinosaurs on them?

Jungle Boy: They glow in the dark, providing another source of light!

Mr. VIP: Of course they do.

A few days later, Yaz sent a picture of her in her new running gear, lined up with a few other kids on a track. On her face was a smile, her eyes full of determination.

Track Star: Mom and the doctors won’t let me run very far, but a few of my track buddies let me sneak into their 100 yard race earlier.

Mr. VIP: Did you win?

Dino Nerd: just be careful of that leg.

Track Star: Yeah, I know. And yes, I won.

“Hey, what's got you so happy?”

Darius looked up to see his brother, Brand, walk into his room. “The gang and I are sending pictures of the first thing we said we’d do when we got home, it’s nice to see everyone so happy even though we’re so far apart.”

“That’s great Darius, but then why does Kenji look so sad?”

“What?” Kenji asked.

“Well, all week you’ve had this look that, I can’t really explain it other than you look sad.” Brand explained.

“Yeah Kenj, I’ve noticed it too; You ok?”

Kenji looked between the two brothers, and faked a smile: “Oh yeah, I’m fine! It’s just that, I said the first thing I’d do was go bowling in the basement. But I can’t do that now, so I have nothing to show the others.”

Darius and Brand shared a look, “Kenji-”

“Really dude, I’m fine.” He stood up to leave the room, “I’m just getting a snack, you want anything?”

“No thank you,” Darius sighed as his new brother left the room.

Once he was out of hearing range, the remaining brothers began to make a plan.

. . . .

“Ok, where are you taking me?” It was the next day, and Darius and Brand had practically pushed Kenji into the family’s car.

“You’ll see when we get there,” Darius said mysteriously.

“Or, you could tell me now?” Kenji suggested, “Seriously guys, this feels suspiciously like kidnapping.”

“How do you know what that feels like?” Brand asked from the driver’s seat.

“What? Didn’t you guys go through anti-kidnapping classes when you were little?” He asked sarcastically.

“Uh, no.”

Kenji seemed shocked, “really? Then how did you avoid being kidnapped?”

“Stranger Danger?”

“Common Sense?” Brand looked up, “we’re here.”

Kenji still couldn’t see where he was, until he opened the door and read the sign. “You brought me to a Mexican restaurant?”

“What? No,” Darius turned Kenji around.

Kenji’s entire face lit up, “no way…”

“I know it’s not as fancy as your private one, and no way are we going to let you win, but-”

Kenji interrupted Darius by pulling him and Brand into a hug. “It’s perfect!”

A few minutes later the group chat updated, this time Kenji was holding a blue bowling ball in front of their bowling lane, he was smiling like a ninny and looked so proud.

Farm Girl: Good for you Kenji!

Track Star: I was wondering when you’d post.

Super Star: That's so sweet!

Jungle Boy: Why’d you pick an 8 pound ball?

Mr. VIP: Shut up Ben!

About half an hour later another picture showed up, this one was a scoreboard reading: Capt: 98, Dino: 104, B-man: 90. And then Darius’s phone said:

Dino Nerd: Brandon here, I totally let them win, just so you know.

Mr. VIP: Is that why you keep changing balls and yelling at the pins?

Dino Nerd: Shut up Kenji!

. . . .

I hope you liked the story, I wrote it in like 15 minutes, so it might seem a little sloppy. Also, I am still working on my other story, if anyone here knows that one, writer's block stinks.

I hope you have a great day!

#camp cretaceous #ben pincus #jwcc darius #Brandon bowman #kenji kon #jwcc brooklynn #sammy gutierrez #jwcc yaz

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basilhopewhumps · 10 months

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hi i exist and have just made this lovely whump blog!!!!

what's up friends???? i have just decided to make a whump blog because i have been so into whump in the past few years while i've been on tumblr on another account and today i decided, fuck it, i wanna be part of the whump community on tumblr! it looks lovely! so here i thought i'd make an intro/master post with everything y'all need to know about me so i can find some friends!!! and i will add to this as needed so yall have information about me that is real and true lol

and i'm new here so please if you're an established member of the whump community and could point me to blogs you like to follow, thatd be swell!

basics:

my name is Basil! it is not my real name lol!

I use he/they pronouns though sometimes i think xe/xem/xyr would be cool so i wouldnt mind that either :]

i'm 18 years old!

i have a main blog so i'm familiar with tumblr but i'm not going to share that because i don't want this to have anything to do with that life! i will say though that i write fanfiction for a small fandom and that's how i got into whump because i write a lot of hurt/comfort :D know that the characters from that fandom are always a little bit in my head when i'm reading or writing whump <3333

whump likes/dislikes:

i like:

soft caretaking! soft! caretaking! so many like, hardcore whump things are fun for me as long as there's soft caretaking at the end. that's my endgame really. it's all about that hurt/comfort!! woo!!!!!!

sickfic!

touch starved whumpees. i live and die for that shit

panic attacks/anxiety attacks/general anxiety! as someone who suffers from anxiety myself i really enjoy reading about characters having anxiety and getting taken care of and soothed

sleep deprivation/insomnia/sleepy whumpees getting taken care of. i am known in my fandom life for writing sleepy fics all the time haha

nightmares

crying at all, really. i just. i like it when characters cry man

did i mention soft caretakers? thats important

i tend to pretty much write whumpee x caretaker romantically (in my fandom hurt/comfort fics it is usually one character in a ship hurt and the other comforting them) but i am also cool with platonic whumpee + caretaker relationships!

i could have a good time with pet whump i think???? i just, again, i want them to escape at the end and be taken care of by a caretaker who helps them ease into being their own person again

i don't like:

whump with no comfort/no caretaker/no happy ending/etc. all respect to it but it just makes me feel bad so- yeah i prob won't interact much with blogs who only post stuff like that!

any kinky whump. it just makes me feel super icky, please dont send me anything related to that. i don't mean i won't read/write/talk about anything nsfw in whump- i think the general rule is if whump is supposed to turn you, the reader, on then please count me out!! this is generally a sfw blog!

marvel whump or superheroes in general or hero/villain. anything of that sort

what i'm gonna do here:

if people send me requests for prompts/scenarios that i like i will happily oblige them!!!!!

may also just generally write some whumpy things

and mostly just reblogging whump posts that i like and seeing what's going on in this community! it's gonna be great guys i'm excited to be here :D

please send me any asks about anything at all times, or message me, whatever, always down to chat and befriend people <3333

#whump #whump writing #soft whump #whump community

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luffythinker · 1 year

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OH I WANNA RAREPAIR! heres one I think about Iida × Bakugo LISTEN

Imagine bakugo sits on the desk and any other annoying thing because hes trying to get iidas attention Bakugo is not verbal when he flirts normally he says whatever he wants but he is very shy when it comes to these kinds of things at first. So he just keeps doing these little things to tic him off everyday at school until iida finally confronts somehow it turns into something where this line can be used by Bakugo "You wanna kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid" and then they actually do kiss.

My second and most preferred way is that when Bakugo and Iida kiss it's in the classroom after everyone has left already and they start talking about something doesnt matter just something that leads the conversation to Bakugo going "just do it then." And they are so close Iida leans down a little and kisses Bakugo who kisses back and when they pull apart they just stare at eachother like, did that just really happen? Did we kiss? And the first thing Bakugo says is "you better not ever tell Deku about this" and Bakugo goes home that day so stricken with confusion that he actually may really like Iida

Down the road of their friendship developing he preferable calls him glasses over four eyes cause it's a little nicer and one day they actually talk it out and start dating and only the bakusquad know and maybe Tsu and Uraraka but not Deku and Uraraka keeps trying to make mention to Iida to tell Deku and he doesnt know how to tell him so hes been putting it off.

The reason he doesnt wanna tell Deku is because everyone and their grandma knows Deku has a little crush on Bakugo and Bakugo just fell out of it couldn't mutually feel those feelings for him MEANWHILE deku fully just knows about Iida and Bakugo cause he knows everything about Bakugo there ain't nothing he can hide Deku doesnt see HE SEES HOW THEY STARE AT EACHOTHER BEFORE CLASS.

One day he accidentally catches them kissing outside the classroom and Iida's talking real fast like. "MIDORIYA I CAN EXPLAIN we were going to tell you it just-" he stops him with his hand and just goes. "I know already I have known for a while now its okay"

I can go on but this ask is long enough.

okay, first of all, I am on my knees to apologize for not responding to the asks sooner, just life is crazy and I'm in another country so I hardly have time to sit and read! but I'm here now please don't hate me <3

now second of all, I have never thought about this pairing before, I'm usually a hardcore bkdk with occasionally tdbk or krbk but the way u worded it makes me fall for them a bit!!!

no matter how wrong people say this is (and they might be right) but bakugo flirts with insults and being a little shit it's just who he is sawrri, so I can definitely see him not knowing how to properly convey his interest and just resulting to annoying iida and insults here and there, nothing too much cause he's not fucking stupid !!

the kiss scene.. I'm all behind u on that, def like a "just do it then" kiss, as a izuku stan I'm so happy you included him somehow in the narrative cause yeah no matter what they gonna be in each other's lives, and I think he would be the first one to admit defeat because he would be the first to realize bakugo had a new crush (even before the man himself!)

he wouldn't actively push them to each other but I think he would back off a little and just let life run its course and when it happens he would assure bkg a lot (and cry himself to sleep after).

but anyways, I can see the appeal of this pair, it's interesting to see how many different combinations exist in the fandom, send me more yall!!

#bakugo x iida #is there a ship name #iidabaku #bakuiida #let's try that #bnha rare pairs #bnha #bakugo #iida #rei replies

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throwaway-yandere · 1 year

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Happy new year everyone!!! Admittedly I suck at expressing myself so you'll have to forgive me if this comes across as a raw and chaotic mess lol. I'm not tagging the names either cause I'm a coward

It was incredibly fun running this blog!!! I never thought it last this long– and if probably wouldn't have it weren't for leftdestiny-post/shiro commenting on a fic haha (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠). Then I met some wonderful people, starting with like crying anon and their beloved elf darling, poptartthings, thatanonthatabsolutelyroastedtighnari, 😋 anon, veni, 🐠 anon, my mom exiled and hoo my brain is seriously a mess rn i can't type properly but i swear yall mean everything to me it's just that my aunts and uncles are all using the karaoke rn I can't hear my own thoughts but I need to write these all down before i pass out hAHAHHA (⁠ꏿ⁠﹏⁠ꏿ⁠;⁠) they're singing victims of love rn, idk if it's my heartbeat or the speaker anymore send help–

each of yall make me always look forward to waking up the next morning! Ranging from Assistant ✾ & esther anon trying to survive, brosch and their wonderful designs (i often imagine brosch and capitano just drawing designs in silent honestly, couple goals), bakery wondering how to calm dottore, 🐠 and mochi's drawings– you're all wonderful people!! Seriously still can't believe I got noticed my romanticaa and zhongrin what. I still get so nervous when interacting with both help hAHAHAH.

2022 did not feel real for many reasons, pretty sure I'm already dead and Faceless!Ayato buried me somewhere. Y'all are fun af. 🌠 anon idk how you're doing, but shoutout to you too for somehow reading my first diluc fic and going "yeah might as well see where this writer's career will lead". I wonder how many of yall are in the same position as them cause wtf man how are tall tolerating my idiotic writings hAHAHAHHA

((Just wanna shoutout poptart again cause mom idk what I'm gonna do with that 4 dollar tip 😭))

🐠, exiled and veni were my real highlight for OCMC. The alhaitham slanders– the betrayal– lmao i was just cackling like the gremlin that i am when I read exiled's ask after the last chapter I uploaded lmao. And signora-fanboy's reblog tags were funny too lol

It was fun cooping with exiled!!! It was fun reblogging jokes with zhongrin (and making me brainrot mafia!dain dhshdjwj)!!! I was so happy T^T!!!

And this december i get to talk to riabef and watatsumii too and they're both wholesome and lowkey/highkey chaotic i love you both! Where the heck am I even going with this message my braincells are not working BUT yeah my point is that it's so awesome that even as the year's about to end I still end up meeting new blessings in life 😭😭😭

I'll just shorten this part: I used to be a major loner. It's just that since my elementary days I've just come to expect a pattern that I'm friends with someone for a year until they move out of the country. It's like I was cursed with that happening every time until I just always expect people to have an expiration date lmao. Hence, I just wanna thank my irl friends Purple and Orange Friend/a-dose-of-phitre for being my longest best friends. They gave me confidence and no I'm not crying rn shut up. Idk why yall stuck with me. Wait no I do know the answer it's cause you both want someone to bully 😭 but to bully me for 6 and now going 7 years??? Aren't you both tired???

With that in mind– i SERIOUSLY DON'T KNOW WHY YOU GUYS ARE SO NICE TO ME 😭😭😭I PROBABLY MENTIONED THAT A LOT BUT WHY ARE YOU GUYS NICE??? I DON'T DESERVE THAT WHEN I'M WRITING YOU ANONS TO SUFFER– IDK HOW TO PAY THOSE KINDNESS BACK YALL DON'T MAKE ANOTHER "gatorade milo rice discourse" SCENARIO 😭

Man i need to stop typing my body's last hurrah is fast approaching. Can't wait to read this tomorrow and go "there are so many grammar mistakes here not even grammarly would make an attempt to understand this mess" hAHAHAHAH

Okay, okay, yeahhh

Happy new year everyone!!! I'm gonna wait like 21 more minutes and wait till the world does a factory reset for 2023. Hope yall have a wonderful year!!! Enjoy the fireworks!!! Yoimiya worked hard for those 😤

#ansy-addendums #happy new year everyone!!!#ansy doesn't know where theyre going with this lol

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diagonal-queen · 9 months

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thungo thursday: prison break

jesus christ fyozai look *demented*. sigma is the only normie left

HELP DAZAI'S LITTLE HEAD TILT AND 'hm hm' DURING MYKOLA'S EXPLANATION WAS SO CUTE

MYKOLA'S 'OH' OH MY GOD I CANT HELP HE'S FANTASTIC AND ADORABLE. i could seriously listen to him talk for hours he just has a silly ahh voice

jesus fucking christ you two (i'm so turned on right now)

sigma: I'M NOT YOUR ASSISTANT sigma: *brings the trolley in anyway*

they even finish each others' sentences. we get it you guys you explored each others' bodies while in prison you don't need to rub it in

yall i think fyolai are bones' new favourites. there is NO reason to make them look this adorable and peggable especially when one of them is in the process of killing the other

when aya said she's the fastest sprinter in her class it reminded me of that scene from narnia where lucy is like 'and ACTUALLY im the TALLEST in my CLASS'

OMG THE DANCING SCENE BETWEEN DAZAI AND SIGMA YESSSSSSSSS YES YES MY LIFE. IT'S COMPLETE. I CAN DIE PEACEFULLY NOW

THIS IS NOT APPROPRIATE LANGUAGE FOR A TODDLER (also not sigma like trying to fucking smack dazai in the face??? T-T)

one of my absolute favourite things about kolya is that his idle animation is just him spinning his cane around and i love it so much you guys don't even know it's just so GOOD yes mmm

it was absolutely unnecessary for that vampire to kick aya so hard she's literally a child with half a man strapped to her back

you guys literally will never comprehend how happy i am that kenji's here like ITS MY BOYYYYYYY MY LITTLE SUNSHINE BOY HE'S BACK IM SO FUCKING ELATED RN HE'S **HERE** AND HE'S KICKING ASS I LOVE HIM SMMM

sigma: hey stop dancing!! we don't have time for this sigma: *does literally nothing to stop dazai from dancing with him*

they're being so silley

SIGMA RECREATED THE ARTHUR FIST MEME

(i demand you all to make memes with this image and send them to me at once)

SIGMA'S IDEA OF HOME IS LITERALLY AN 1800S COTTAGECORE DREAM omg he's literally me i am him we're the exact same person real not clickbait

THE GUARDS ENTERING THE ROOM AND MYKOLA GOING 'WHOA HOLY SHIT' I'M FUCKING CRYING IT'S NOT EVEN THAT FUNNY BUT IM CACKLING SO HARD

okay so vampire chuuya, woohoo he's back and all that.

BUT THAT NOISE HE MADE SURPRISED ME SO MUCH

WHY DOES HE SOUND LIKE THAT AND NOT LIKE A REGULAR VAMPIRE IM ACTUALLY FUCKING DEAD

kenji be like 'my passion is FARMING. and my little side gig is saving the fucking world from terrorists'

OMG DO WE GET TO SEE THE KENJI VS TECCHOU SHOWDOWN THIS EP????? YES

LMAO not bram going 'hey don't die ok?? i needa commission you to plough my land later' to kenji asdajfkshkdssdkjghsgh

tachihara i would literally die for you i would do anything for you i will lick the undersides of your boots i will cook and clean for you i will do absolutely any single thing you asked me to

nahh not bones tryna trick the anime onlys into thinking kenji's dead T-T yall he's fully alive don't worry

i can't wait for the next ep also atsushi pls don't die i love u also jouno and tachihara i hope neither of you are dead because i love you guys too

#dia's daydreams #thungo thursday #they were so silley this time #also KENJI SUPREMACY

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golbrocklovely · 2 years

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i wanted to try to make this post yesterday, but i just kinda lost track of time and got too tired to write all of my thoughts down.

so, i'm gonna just do it now. this will probably be a bit all over the place, so bear with me. and in case this is super long or you don't feel like reading the whole thing i'm gonna put a TLDR at the end.

just gonna start this off by saying that if you sent in an ask about stas within the last two-ish days, whether in favor or not of her, i'm not gonna answer it. and the reason for that is bc i'm tired of talking about her. nothing to do with yall personally.

when i found out about TCF going to tomorrowland/europe, i just KNEW i wasn't gonna have a good time. bc as of recent, any time stas is with snc and kat, it becomes really loud on here, if that makes any sense. i get a lot of asks, and while i love talking to yall and discussing everything, it just gets really tiring to talk about the same person and have the same conversations over and over again. and with stas, that's basically what would happen.

then… tomorrowland happened. if you need a catch up, here's where i explain what happened with stas and colby. but even before that, i was getting asks about her and him. within in a couple hours, i got 10+ asks about stas and colby and what he posted on his snapchat. collectively, i didn't answer any of them. part of me just wanted to ignore it, see what would happen afterwards, and then maybe move on. which is why that day i just posted random shit and talked about anyone but snc or stas.

then, ppl on twitter decided to just start congratulating colby for finally dating stas, and that caused more ppl to send in asks. and i'm not upset about yall wanting to talk. i get it. it's drama and we all have an opinion on it, so we wanna discuss it.

but after everything that went down, plus finding out that stas' roommate and mom kinda part-take in fandom discourse (or just will casually tell fans info, or that fans in general will go to their pages just to find out things about stas, and thus snc/kat), my feelings for stas have soured a bit. it's one thing to use the attention you get to your advantage. it's another thing to actively do things to get attention, whether that might hurt others in the process.

and to be completely honest, i'm just tired of talking about her. i'm starting to see a pattern that i've seen before on here, in particular with mlp. and i just don't want to talk in circles anymore. but, just bc i don't like her as much as i once did, doesn't mean that this will now become an all out shit-on-stas fest. there's only two ppl on here that we can all rag on whenever: brennen and elton lmao

this all being said, i would really appreciate it if you guys could stop sending in asks about stas. just for a little while. if you want to come into my ask box and vent about her, that's fine. i'm just not gonna answer it. if we could all collectively take a 2 week break from mentioning her, that would be fantastic.

and in case anyone wants to hear my opinion on this situation or what's "really" happening between her and colby: they are friends, and nothing else. while i don't think she actively tries to get a rise out of the fandom every time she posts with colby, i do think that regardless of her intentions, she still gets attention. do i think she tries to imply something more between them? sometimes, sure. but whether or not that's bc there is something going on or isn't or bc she's just trying to get a rise out of the fandom OR get attention, that's beyond me. none of us know the real answer. but my guess is that her and colby are just friends and nothing else is happening between them. and colby, while he also tries to get a rise out of the fandom sometimes, i don't think that was an active thought behind him posting what he did. i think he was just drunk and enjoying himself. it's not that deep.

but if it comes out later that they are together, cool. i hope they make each other happy. but… let's not jump to conclusions on that lol

so i think that's everything. i'm really tired since i just came home from work so i'm gonna go take a nap. feel free to send in asks if you so choose to. have a good day or night, wherever you are.

TLDR: i don't want to talk about stas anymore bc i don't like her as much as i once did. the whole experience with her and colby this past couple days have kinda soured my feelings for her, so i would appreciate it if you guys could stop sending in asks about her, at least for a little while. i'm all stas-ed out haha

#personal #text #cb ll #stas

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tngrace · 2 years

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Letting Go Ch. 5 The Talk

Thanks for all the love and hope yall enjoy this one :)

Read on A03; Letting Go Masterlist

He sends everyone into the room while he goes to get them clothes. He takes his time changing, relishing in the fact that he was ok, that he got his kid back safely. “We did it Ice,” he whispers, running his finger over the picture in his duffle. He always carried that picture of him and Ice and a picture of him and Goose anywhere he went. “You were right,” he whispers. “You were right.” he tucks the pictures back into his bag before going to find Bradley’s stuff. Thank god the kid packed some sweats along with his standard uniform. When he gets back, all his pilots squeeze his shoulder before quietly slipping out.

He helps Bradley change once everyone is gone. They wrapped his ankle and hooked him to an IV to help with the low blood sugar, and Bradley had asked them for the extra bed for Mav. It’s pulled close and Mav is grateful. Once Bradley is comfy, he collapses into the extra bed. His body is definitely feeling this mission, and it reaffirms his decision to be done. He knows Penny will be happy about that as well. They’re quiet for a while, Mav almost positive Bradley is asleep. He wishes he could sleep, but his mind is still replaying the mission. He knows they’ll have to go through hours of debriefing once back in San Diego, but his mind seems to want him to pick it apart now.

“I can hear you thinking,” Bradley grunts, rolling towards Mav’s bed.

“Sorry kiddo,” Maverick says, giving him a sheepish sad smile.

“Is ‘k. Wanna talk?”

Maverick rolls on his side facing his kid. “We can talk about anything you need, bud.”

Bradley huffs a little laugh but nods. “I meant you. You talk. Whatever is keeping you up right now. Because I know with how exhausted I am, you must be worse.”

“That a dig on my age again?” Maverick laughs. He won’t admit to Bradley right now, but the kid is right. His body aches and is sore. His ribs definitely feel cracked at minimum, but his sole focus is on Bradley.

Bradley shrugs with a grin. His eyes slip closed once more, and Maverick takes him all in glad he’s too exhausted to really examine how Maverick is. Just like he’d been doing at Top Gun, he catalogs everything that makes up Bradley as if it’ll be the last time he sees him. He hopes it’s not, hopes they’re able to get back to that place before Bradley turned eighteen. But it almost feels too good to be true; almost feels like the ‘dad’ title was thrown out in a moment of exhaustion and fear.

“Dad,” he whines, throwing a pillow at Maverick. Maverick catches it with a soft chuckle.

“I’m sorry,” he says with a soft laugh at the whine in Bradley’s voice, before passing the pillow back.

“Talk. Please,” Bradley huffs, having decided that having Maverick’s eyes on him is going to keep him up, thus Mav needs to talk to settle his brain. His kid must still know him in some ways.

Maverick takes a deep breath before meeting Bradley’s eyes that are open once more. “Still just trying to wrap my head around this being real.”

“We’re safe. You got us back here.”

“Not just that. This,” he says pointing between them. “Wasn’t sure this would ever happen. Not sure I deserve it.”

Bradley sits up with a grunt, and Mav has to bite his lip to keep from telling the kid to lay back down. Bradley just stares at him, with those intense eyes he inherited from his dad. He looks so much like Goose it breaks his heart a little. Bradley wrings his hands together, searching for the right words. There’s so much he’s wanted to say to Maverick over the years that now that he has a chance, he’s not sure where to start.

“You know I knew you’d be here before anyone else was recalled?” At Mav’s blank stare, Bradley gives him a smile and continues. “Uncle Ice called me back first. Wanted to make sure this would work. That I could forgive you and trust you for this mission. I promised him I would try, and I know I really didn’t.” He looks down at his hands to hide his tears. “I cut him off just like you because he wouldn’t help me; he backed you.” He sniffs and wipes at his eyes before looking back at Mav. “I lost so much time with the family I had left by hanging onto anger. Today…. I almost lost what I do have left and it scared me. I don’t want to do that anymore. You’re all I’ve got left, Mav, and I don’t want to waste anymore time.”

Maverick sits up and lays his hands over Bradley's, giving them a squeeze. “Your Uncle Ice was smarter than I ever was. He tried so many times to get me to call you, to talk to you. He told me there’d come a time I’d regret not doing, and I’m so thankful he was wrong.” He cuts off to hide his own tears. “I just wish he was here so I could tell him he was wrong..”

Bradley has to wipe his own eyes, but he chuckles softly. “He would hate you telling him that,” he laughs, which draws a laugh from Maverick too.

“He would’ve. But he would’ve also been happy we finally talked.” He pauses once more to gather his thoughts. “I’m glad he didn’t blindside you with this.”

“I’m sorry you were.”

Maverick lets out another chuckle. “Honestly, he was right about not telling me. I wouldn’t have come. He told me several times during training that it was time to let go, but I didn’t want to hear it. The thought of giving up flying was too much then. Now… I get it. But he also wanted me to let you go, to quit holding you back. The thought of sending you out here, knowing you might not come back…. It killed me. But I knew deep down that he was right. You’re your own person. You’re an amazing pilot. You were born for this, and I’m sorry I ever doubted you.”

“But did you really?” Bradley is skeptical that Mav ever really doubted him because of how much Mav, (and Ice) taught him growing up. He knows he’s never gotten the truth as to why Mav pulled his papers, but he’s starting to think he’s never going to get it.

Maverick is quiet for so long, contemplating his words. “No kiddo. I never doubted you. I doubted myself.” Bradley wants to question that too, but Maverick continues before he can. “I doubted that I could watch you do this life and be ok with it. I didn’t want to lose you. I didn’t want you to end up like your dad, and so many other people I knew. I wanted to protect you. I wanted to honor my promise, and pulling your papers was the only way I knew to do it.”

Bradley just studies Maverick. That’s the closest to the truth he’s ever gotten, and that last line makes something click in his head. “Mav….” he cuts off with a swallow. “Promise who… Promise what?”

In the silence it all starts falling into place in his head. He knows the answer, but he needs to hear it. He needs Maverick to say it, to confirm that Bradley has held a grudge for so long that he shouldn’t have had in the first place.

“B…” Mav won’t meet his eyes and he knows in his heart it’s true. But he pushes anyways.

“Tell me…. Please.”

Maverick shakes his head without looking at Bradley. “I promised your mom,” he whispers brokenly. He sniffs back some more tears before he says so quietly. “She asked me when you were sixteen before she died. She wanted me to take care of you for the next two years so you wouldn’t go into foster care, and she wanted me to make sure you were safe. Wanted me to make sure you had a full and happy life. She had the legal paperwork drawn up without me even knowing it, but it didn’t matter. I would’ve done anything she asked regarding you because you were my whole world, and I owed her so much. I did what I thought I had to do to make it happen. I’d already taken one man from her, I couldn’t let it happen again, even if she wasn’t here.”

Bradley absorbs the words wanting to jump across the bed into his uncle's arms, but he resists knowing they’re both way too sore for that. He knows Mav’s given him nothing but the truth this time. Mav did what he thought his mom wanted. “Why didn’t you tell me this?” he whispers, trying to hide his own tears.

Mav finally looks up at him and gives him a sad smile. “Kiddo… you were eighteen and dead set on being a pilot. You’d already lost so much, had a chip on your shoulder as big as I did when I started out in the Navy, and I couldn’t let you hate her by telling you she didn’t want that.”

“So you let me hate you?”

“It was easier. Your mom loved you more than anything, and there was nothing I wouldn’t do to make sure you always remembered that.”

“But I loved you too… You were my dad. The only one I really remembered.”

The pain in his voice cracks Maverick’s heart in two even more. “I know.” He swallows deep, unable to look at Bradley once more. He’s wrestled with this decision so much, to the point Ice had even given up trying to talk to him about it, but deep down he knew what blood meant when it came to family. “But I wasn’t your blood, and I knew it would be easier for you to hate me then hate your mom.”

Bradley is quiet as he turns this over; he thinks of all the sacrifices Maverick has made for him over the years. Thinks about the most recent sacrifice he was willing to make, and how everything always circles back to protecting him no matter what it does to Mav. He thinks about how Mav is always a lone wolf, how Uncle Ice was the only one to ever get close besides him and his mom. Mav was always protecting himself from losing other people because he lost so much so young. He hung on tight to everyone that ever managed to get close, and he had problems letting go. But he threw it all away to make sure Bradley remembered his mom in a positive light.

“You matter too.” He says it quietly, but it resonates around the room. “You matter too.” The distance between them is too much, so Bradley slides to the edge of the bed and hugs Maverick with all he’s got. “You matter too… Dad.”

Maverick holds on tight to the hug Bradley gives him. Bradley’s face ends up buried in Maverick’s neck just like when he was a kid, and Mav just holds on. He does finally pull back and cradles Bradley’s face between his head. “I’m so proud of you,” he whispers. “You’re an amazing man and an amazing pilot. Your parents, your Uncle Ice, me… so fucking proud.”

Bradley gives him a soft smile before hugging him tight again. “Let’s get some sleep before we have to deal with debriefs,” Mav says, knowing they both need some shut eye after their long day. Bradley nods and slowly climbs back into his bed, Mav helping him readjust the IV before they both finally crash for the night.

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