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celtic-crossbow · 1 month

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Blood Ties Chapter 28

Series Masterlist

Warnings: Typical TWD violence and gore; Pregnancy stuff - bodily fluids, etc.

A/N: Still worried about Daryl's character in this, but I guess I will probably continue to do that since this is a situation we haven't seen him in during these seasons. Anyway, game on.

Two days. Three centimeters. Nothing really new other than a few small, quick contractions that were nothing more than a tightening of your belly. Daryl stayed close, mainly venturing outside only to smoke or relieve himself, and, of course, he accompanied you when you needed to go. At that very moment, you were lying propped up on a mountain of pillows that everyone had given you. Daryl was sitting cross-legged by your feet, sharpening his knife.

“Do you think something’s wrong?” You asked, pulling your bottom lip in between your teeth. The archer looked up and studied you, looking back down at the whetstone before shaking his head. The sound of the blade sliding against it made your skin crawl. “Can you—stop that please?” He sighed but sheathed the knife and tossed the whetstone onto the top of the things in his bag. He hadn’t been speaking much which concerned you. You watched him scrub a hand over his face before keeping it there and propping his elbow on his thigh. “Daryl, what’s wrong?”

“Nothin’.” His voice was gravelly, tired even, but not unkind. You knew he had slept, or had at least been lying down with you while you did. “Ya hurtin’ or anythin’?” He still had his face covered.

“Mm-mm. Thumper’s awake though. It’s Cirque du Soleil in there.” His hand finally moved to smooth back over his hair, leaving the shorter pieces askew. “Hey.” His eyes met yours again, worry evident and overflowing. “Come over here?” His left hand clenched into a fist but then flexed open again. Daryl got to his feet, taking a single step toward you before bending down to press a kiss into your hair.

“Gonna have a smoke. Right outside if ya need anythin’.”

You watched him go and sighed, turning your attention to your stomach. “I think you’re scaring your daddy, Thumps. Me too, a little bit, if I’m being honest.” The baby hadn’t been as active over the last 24 hours, but Hershel had reassured that it was normal for movement to decrease in the last part of pregnancy. “I don’t know how good of a mom I’m gonna be. I didn’t exactly have a shining example. And your daddy—he’s gonna really need our patience, kiddo. Shit, we’re both gonna need patience.” There was the smallest ripple beneath your palm. “We’re flying blind here.”

Sounds of a scuffle on the porch had you sitting up straight in a flash, eyes wide and darting.

“Daryl?”

He staggered in the door—walker blood on his arm and his knife—before gaining his footing and bending to grab your boots. “Gotta go!” He was calling for the others while helping you get ready and grabbing up what blankets he could to stuff into the second bag. You could hear the moans and scratches and thumps just outside the wall. “C’mon, just leave the rest. We gotta move.”

You nodded, leaving the remaining blankets, pillows, and your sweatpants. It would be freezing in just your leggings but as long as you were alive, then you couldn’t really complain.

Daryl threw one of the bags on his back—along with his crossbow—while you shouldered the other bag. Knife in one hand, he took yours in the other and was pulling, the first of the herd of corpses tumbling into the house, slimy fingers grasping so closely that you felt the tug on your hood before they seemed to have lost their grip.

Everyone was sprinting out the back, Rick waiting until you and Daryl had passed to follow and pull the door closed behind him. The truck was blessedly close. Daryl was pulling the bag from your shoulder and opening the door simultaneously, letting you climb inside while he tossed both packs into the back and rounded to the drivers side. You had the key ready and in the ignition, your heart rate slowing the moment his foot hit the gas.

“Y’okay?”

Catching your breath—winded by fear and exertion and well, the extra weight of the human growing inside your belly—you looked over just in time to see him take his right hand off the wheel, flex his fingers as they moved just the slightest distance toward you, and then place it right back where it started.

“Yeah.” You answered breathlessly, swallowing and nodding. “Yeah, we’re okay.” He relaxed a little. His next question would have been about Thumper, so why not ease his mind quickly? “Are you okay? The one outside, before you—”

“M’alright. Ain’t bit or nothin’.” He mumbled, dragging his left thumb over his bottom lip before he began chewing on the skin there, thickened from all the scarred wounds he had given himself, small as they were. He was anxious. He had every right to be. You could go into labor at any moment and another temporary home had been overrun. It had been months of this shit. Run, run, run, and—for a change of pace—run again.

Hand steadying your belly, you twisted in the seat to look behind the truck for the headlights of the van. When you didn’t see them, you swiveled back to check the side mirror, finding it easier to watch in that position. There was nothing but the soft red glow of the truck’s tail lights. “I don’t see them.”

“They’ll show an’ we’ll pull off. Come up with somethin’.” His eyes slid over to you and back. “Can’t keep ya out on the road.”

You couldn’t disagree. You could feel your ankles swelling inside your boots. Your pelvis and hips ached, your lower back felt strained. Your stomach was tightening in a small contraction. You were just highly uncomfortable and more than a little tired. Your head fell back against the headrest, eyes closed. You must have dozed because when you opened your eyes, the truck was still and Daryl was gone.

“Daryl?” You quavered, grabbing the dashboard as you slid to the edge of the seat to be able to survey the surroundings. It was too dark. You could barely see inside the cab itself. “Daryl!” Just as you grabbed for the door handle, the driver’s side door opened at full tilt and the archer peered inside.

“M’right here. Y’okay?”

You exhaled sharply, not even realizing you’d been holding your breath. “What’s going on? Why’re you out there? Are the others here?”

Daryl looked over his shoulder, tapping his fingers against the top of the door before turning back toward you, looking at the seat instead of meeting your eyes. “Nah, they ain’t here. Ain’t seen no sign’a ‘em.” You could see the same worry you were feeling reflected in his posture.

“What will we do if they—” You couldn’t say it. You just couldn’t. Why did the world just insist on taking everything?

“Do whatever we gotta do.” Daryl sniffed, looking over his shoulder again. He was thinking the same thing you were. Neither of you knew the first thing about childbirth. You turned to get out of the truck, an ache in your lower back while your stomach tightened in a contraction making you wince, your fingers wrapped around the door handle. “Stay in the truck.” Your hand fell away but the pain remained. It wasn’t unbearable and after a moment, your muscles loosened. The pain in your back remained but lessened. “Y’alright?”

“Mhm.” You answered quickly. Laying back against the seat, you blew upward to move an unruly hair from your face. You were so tired but you couldn’t sleep, not while your partner was standing outside the truck alone and keeping watch. It wouldn’t even do much good to try when there was no comfortable position you could find with your back twinging. Still, you found your eyelids drooping. When the truck rocked the slightest bit, you didn’t startle. A warm hand wrapped around your shoulders and pulled, and you let yourself be guided to lie on Daryl’s thigh.

“Get some sleep.”

With a hum, you turned to face his stomach so your own could rest upon the seat. His hand settled on your ribs.

“I love you.” You mumbled, already halfway gone into slumber. The last thing you felt was his fingertips graze along your jaw.

It was daylight when you next opened your eyes, the taut skin of your stomach pulling uncomfortably tight while your back spasmed. The contractions themselves were merely annoying while the pain in your back was constant, made worse when your muscles tensed. Grimacing, you glowered at your belly. “Good morning to you, too.” You were no longer pillowed on Daryl’s thigh, actually alone in the cab. You made it up to an elbow when you heard voices. Familiar voice.

“You sure you’re alright? Y/N alright?"

“She’s sleepin’.”

You had to grab the steering wheel to haul yourself upright, opting for the passenger door. Carol was the first to see you and sprinted in your direction. You stood still and let her come to you, your ankles just too swollen and sore to move more than necessary. Once reaching you, she wrapped her arms around your shoulders with a little less enthusiasm so as not to jar you.

“I’m so glad you’re okay. When we didn’t see the truck—”

“I know. I was freaking out when I couldn’t see the van.”

She brushed your hair away from your face once she let you go. “We had to go around the herd and then figure out which direction you two went.” You smiled, but it was a weak attempt. Your back was still aching. “Are you okay?” Behind her, Daryl was watching you. You wondered if he was hearing anything Rick was saying.

You waved her off. “Yeah, I’m fine. So, what’s the plan?”

“Heading South, I guess? I’m not sure. I mean, the main thing is to find somewhere safe enough for you to have that baby. Lori won’t be far behind. A few weeks, at most.” Her eyes dropped to where your hand rested on your stomach and then back again. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah.” You nodded. “Go see what’s going on. I don’t really feel like walking over there. I”m just gonna wait in the truck.” After a moment, Carol acquiesced, calling over her shoulder for you to yell if you needed anything. You waved your hand over your head and let it fall to your back, pressing in on where the ache continued. Maybe it was time to tell Daryl something else was happening. Opening the door, you lifted your foot from the ground when you felt something gush from your opening, wetting your underwear and leggings. “Oh, great. And now I pissed myself. Way to go, Y/N!”

You left the door open and stepped back so you could reach into the truck bed for your bag. You’d have to change but you really really did not want to tell Daryl that had just happened. He was your partner and you were pregnant, so he’d understand but you were sure to get a ya did what now and that would just make you feel more embarrassed. Maybe you could call Carol over and she could help you out of the soiled clothes and hide them until they could be washed.

Standing on your tiptoes, you grabbed the soft handle of your bag when it happened again. Less of a gush, but a noticeable flow. That’s when reality roundhouse kicked you in the teeth.

Oh shit.

“Hey, Daryl.” You kept your tone even, unalarmed even if you were being absolutely ravaged by panic inside. You left the bag and lowered back down to be flat on your feet. Daryl’s boots were loud on the pavement but at a slow stride. Good. You hadn’t terrified him.

Yet.

“Yeah?” He noticed where you were standing and glanced into the truck bed. “Need your bag?”

“Well, yes and no.” Your abdomen tightened again, still painless, but aggravating the cramping in your back to a new level. With a hiss through your teeth, you knew you had his full attention without even looking at him.

“S’wrong?”

You were staring at your feet, expression pinched with pain and concentration while you persevered through the episode. Why the fuck did your back hurt? All too soon, Daryl’s boots were right in front of yours. “I—I think my water broke.” When you could finally think past the throb that was slowly ebbing away into the continuous ache, you raised your head to find him staring at the ground. And then your pants. “What?”

“Ain’t there supposed to be—I dunno—a lot?”

“How the hell should I know? You think I give birth on a regular basis?” You snapped, immediately murmuring an apology.

“Ya sure ya didn’t just—”

“No, I didn’t piss myself.” More fluid trickled from within you, a miniscule amount but enough to be noticed. “At least I think I didn’t? I mean, I was expecting more of a whoosh. Like Noah’s Ark level of liquid, you know?” And then you were silent. And so was he. You stared at one another, each waiting for the other to say something.

Daryl cleared his throat. “M’gonna—gonna get Hershel.” He turned but barely managed a step before he stopped, looking back over his shoulder. “Or I can stay here? Do ya need me here?”

“Just get Hershel. I’ll be fine for now. Can you get Carol too, please?” You watched him nod, noticed the tick in his clenched jaw, the way he was tapping each fingertip of his right hand against his thumb rhythmically. He was freaking out. And as you felt more liquid soaking into the fabric of your underwear and leggings, so were you. You were wet all the way down past your knees.

“Daryl said you needed me.” Carol’s voice brought your head up, your expression triggering the worry that took over her own. “What’s wrong?”

“I think—I either really had to pee or my water broke.” You shifted from foot to foot, carefully keeping your thighs apart. You had never felt so humiliated in your entire life. If your father could see you now—well, honestly he’d probably be laughing and saying take it easy, peanut, it’s just some wet pants.

“It’s okay.” Carol soothed, encircling her arms around your shoulders. “Anything else going on? Contractions?” You nodded. “How often?”

“I don’t know. Like maybe every half hour but my back is killing me. It just—it hasn’t stopped hurting since it started last night.” She was listening so intently that it made you nervous. “The contractions don’t hurt, but man, they make the back pain fucking horrible.”

Carol smoothed your hair and took your face in her hands, giving you that sweet Carol smile. “Sweetheart, I think that your water did break and that you’re in labor.” You felt your eyes widen and your breaths coming quicker. “It’s okay, just breathe. Daryl’s on his way over with Hershel.”

Daryl came straight to you, the nervousness surrounding him so strongly that it made your chest tighten further. He didn’t say anything as he usually did when you floundered over your responses. When Hershel asked permission to examine you then and there, you began to fidget.

“I guess there’s not much of a choice, is there?” You lamented, looking to your partner. His head was down and he was trembling. You’d have to talk to him later when there was no one else around.

“I’m afraid not.” Hershel could see you were anxious. His soft spoken words were proof enough of that.

Daryl climbed into the cab first and helped you in, letting you rest your head on his thigh while Carol pulled off your sodden leggings and underwear. The examination was quick, much to your relief.

“As far as I can tell, it was indeed your water breaking. We have no litmus paper for confirmation, but the source of the fluid appears to be from the vaginal opening and not the urethra.” You knew this would happen eventually but that made it no less terrifying. “You can likely expect the contractions to become more intense, closer together as you dilate. They may or may not be painful as we talked about. Daryl, you’ll need to time them.”

“Okay.” Was all he said, quiet and contemplative. Hands at your shoulder blades, he helped you to sit up.

“Rick,” the vet called out, “we need to find somewhere safe and fast.” The deputy jogged over, looking quizzically between all the faces. Carol quickly occupied the old man’s place with fresh clothing from your bag, covering your lower half from view. “Y/N will be giving birth soon and needs a quiet, safe enough place to deliver.”

“These are likely to get wet too, but you can’t ride around in soaked clothing. Beth and Maggie had some pads, so I thought maybe they could help, too.” You nodded robotically. This should be the happiest experience of your life and all you could feel was an overwhelming sense of foreboding. What if you screamed during the birth and brought down a herd? What if the baby cried too loud? What if something went wrong? What if? What if? What if?

Carol helped you get dressed and situated in the truck while Daryl looked over a map with the others. You watched him from the side mirror, smiling when you saw that he could barely focus, continuously glancing toward the truck. You could feel the beginnings of another contraction, the twitching inside before your stomach would tighten and you’d need to breathe through the pain in your back. It still wasn’t unbearable but it was enough to coax a whimper from your lips. Right in the middle of the episode, there was a gentle tap on the window. Lori was looking through the glass sympathetically, waiting patiently until you could use the window crank.

“How’re you holding up?” She asked, reaching in to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

You saw no reason to lie. “I’m terrified.” Wringing your hands over your belly, you sniffled in an attempt to hold back the tears. Crying wouldn’t solve anything. “I don’t know what to expect. The pain, you know. What if I cause someone to get hurt because I can’t take it? What if something’s wrong with Thumper? What if—”

“Hey, hey, hey.” Her hand landed gently on your shoulder and you lost the battle with the tears that were demanding to fall. “Everything you’re feeling is normal. Well, as normal as it can be in a world full of the walking dead. It’s all going to be fine. All things considered, you’ve handled this pregnancy like a warrior. I have no doubt that you’ll get through bringing that baby into the world just fine.”

You wiped at your face almost angrily. “Really?”

“Really.” She smiled, looking as if she were going to say something else but her eyes moved to somewhere behind you. She squeezed your shoulder. “It’ll all be okay. We’re going to be leaving soon. We’ll find a safe place.” Another glance behind you and, holding her smile, she walked away.

You were rolling up the window when the driver’s door opened and Daryl climbed in, shutting the door behind him. “Ya doin’ okay?” His voice was just as shaky as he was.

“I’m okay.” You kept your expression soft and reached for his hand. He let you take it. “Are you okay?”

“Mhm.” He squeezed your fingers and pulled his hand back to start the engine and take hold of the shifter but he didn’t move it.

“Daryl?”

“M’scared shitless.” You blinked for a moment before quickly dismissing the shock from your expression. “Dunno what m’doin’. Dunno how—what m’s’posed to do to help you.” He was staring straight ahead, carefully avoiding your gaze. It was obvious that wasn’t easy for him to admit.

“Hey.” He ducked his head but he didn’t look at you. “We’re both lost here, but we’ve made it this far.” With a noise of effort and discomfort, you scooted across the seat. The movement had him looking your way with a quick turn of his head.

“What—quit it ‘fore ya—”

“Shut up.” You wrapped a hand around the back of his neck and pulled him forward for a kiss. It was difficult to hold the position you found yourself in, your back singing with pain, but you both needed the comfort, the closeness. When you separated, you kept the hold on his neck and pressed your forehead to his. “We’re in this together. ‘We’ll handle it’, remember?” Clearing his throat, he waited a moment before he nodded, his forehead bumping yours.

The van pulled up alongside the truck. With a last kiss to his forehead, you slid back across the seat and slouched to take some of the pressure off your back. Daryl nodded to Rick and then pulled off the roadside and followed behind the others.

“That one actually hurt.” You breathed, rubbing a hand over your belly as the pain faded. You’d been on the road for about three hours, stopping at two homes, both with too many dead wandering too close by. Daryl glanced up at you and then back to the watch he had balanced on top of the steering wheel.

“Last one was ‘bout 21 minutes ago, this’un was ‘bout 52 seconds.” He sat the watch on the seat by his leg and switched hands on the wheel, resting his left elbow on the window panel so he could rub his thumb back and forth across his lip while he obviously chewed the inside of his cheek.

“So they’re lasting about the same amount of time but they’re definitely getting closer together.” Shifting in the seat a little, you hissed at the twinge of pain in your back. “God, my back is the worst part right now, but if it doesn’t get any worse than this, I’ll be golden.” You were very doubtful you’d be that lucky but one could dream, right?

“M’sorry.” Daryl mumbled from behind his thumb.

Your brow furrowed, your head shaking back and forth in confusion. “Why are you sorry?”

“M’the reason you’re goin’ through this.” He cleared his throat sharply, biting into the side of his thumb with more vigor than you’d ever seen before.

“Last time I checked, I was a willing participant in the creation of this tiny human.” You chuckled, attempting to lighten the mood. There was a dense fog of tension building inside the cab, one you intended to disperse as quickly as possible before it could soak into either one of you. “This is our baby, Daryl. We decided to do this together.” You started to reach for him but thought better of it for the moment. “We’re going to do this together.”

He looked over at you, glancing back at the road every few seconds. “Yeah. Yeah, okay.”

You shook your head and smiled fondly. “If the baby is as quiet as you are when they’re upset, then we won’t need to worry about them attracting walkers.” You had meant it as a joke but the archer immediately blanched. “No, Daryl, I just—shit, that was the worst. I’m sorry.”

“Babies cry. How—what—”

“We’ll deal with it when we have to deal with it. Right now, let’s just focus on actually having a baby, okay?” That was enough to at least have him lapse into silence with a nod. You watched the sky darken, knowing two things: there would be no shelter before dark and the vehicles would soon need fuel. Daryl must have been thinking the same, his eyes darting down toward the dashboard. His thumb was hovering in front of his mouth, a smear of blood on each.

“Gonna have to camp tonight.” He swallowed so hard that you saw his throat working. “They’re gonna hafta go lookin’ for fuel.”

“You’re not—”

“I ain’t goin’ nowhere.” The conviction in his tone filled your chest with warmth, even if he didn’t look at you. You couldn’t express your appreciation before another contraction began to build.

“Fuck.” You breathed, holding the side of your belly with one hand while the other reached for the dash. Daryl didn’t need clarification, just reached to pick up the watch. Your back screamed while your stomach tightened and cramped, pulling a whimper from within you that you couldn’t seem to stifle. Breathe, idiot, you told yourself. In through the nose, out through the mouth. It wasn’t the worst pain you’d ever felt, but it still fucking hurt. Seconds felt like hours but soon enough, you could feel the pain ebbing away, your body relaxing. “Christ.” You fell back against the seat, completely wrung out.

Daryl was still holding the watch, glancing between it, you, and the road. “Minute an' four seconds, last'un was 19 minutes ago.” Before you could comment, the truck sputtered and jerked. The archer was barely able to get it onto the side of the road before it died. He flashed the lights to signal the van, the brake lights illuminating the road ahead as Rick turned around. Daryl’s hands dropped to his lap, his head bowed to stare at them. “Gettin’ closer together.” He almost whispered.

“Yeah.” It was all you could think of to say. “I am not having this baby on the side of the road.” Even as the words left your mouth, you didn’t believe a single syllable.

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thechaoticdruid · 5 months

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[This Bites] (1)

Pairing: Astarion x F! Chubby! MC

Plot: Through some mysterious and very miraculous events, a young woman finds herself literally stuck with a character from her current video game obsession. You can guess it already. It's an isekai type fanfic. Except in this case Astarion is stuck in our modern world. I was gonna call the MC Tav, but since the actual game character Tav is mentioned I just named her Winnie.

Content Warnings: Death….sorta, An asshole of a stepdad, MC uses She/Her pronouns, eventual smut and sexual content in future parts. Characters may be Ooc, grammar/spelling mistakes are possible. MC has very low self esteem. Depressed MC.

Chapter One: You are here!

Chapter Two: Here!

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“Argh I knew something would go wrong with this game!” The female huffed, staring down at her computer. Her eyes scanned over the error message titled ‘Character not found.’ She gritted her teeth in frustration. “God forbid I try mods….”

The young woman groaned, shutting her laptop and falling back onto the bed. Apparently after finally installing a cheat mod onto Baldur's Gate 3 the game decided to retaliate and locked her out of her save files. She couldn't even create a new character either! The same ‘Character not found’ message seemed to pop up no matter what she did. The girl’s name was Winnie, a college student in her early twenties who was still living at home. Not too long ago Winnie had gotten the game upon release. She'd played it several times since then and even yet was still able to find some hidden secrets she didn't notice the first time. Honestly this game had really helped with her current state. Life had just been dull and miserable. All her friends had moved on and had their own lives now and she really wasn't the best at making new ones.

She had a dull boring job, did online writing classes and also had to put up with the asshole her mother married. This game had been a godsend for her these past few months. It gave her an escape. A way to be someone else, at least for a little while anyway.

Not to mention live out her somewhat cringey teenage girl fantasy of dating a walking red flag of a vampire. In this game she felt important. Like she was some badass heroine who was ready to take on any foe. Not the shy, scared, awkward woman who she saw in the mirror.

Her cat Maddie broke Winnie from her thoughts as she hopped up onto the bed and crawled onto the young woman's chest. Winnie ran her hand over the cat's thick fluffy black fur. Maddie gave a small mew before purring noisily and gently kneading her claws into Winnie’s chest.

Winnie sighed, scratching the sides of Maddie's face as she was soothed by the feline’s pur.

“WINNIE! GET YOUR ASS IN HERE!!” A gruff male voice shouted from the other room, causing Maddie to jump and scramble off of Winnie and hide under the bed.

The brunette haired girl sighed and got up, walking out of the room and cautiously stepping down the hall.

“Yes, Brian?” Winnie spoke up as she entered the kitchen. She looked over to see her stepfather stumbling about. Brian was a rather large man with short dark hair and beard. He was well….very unpleasant.

“Where are the goddamn car keys?” He growled out.

“Dunno, I don't drive.” Winnie said calmly as she leaned up against the wall, “mom probably put them somewhere. Check the coffee table by the recliner.”

Brian stomped off, a tiny tan fluff of a dog following after him. He grabbed the keys before walking back into the kitchen.

“I'm going to the store. Keep that stupid cat of yours in your room! It keeps shitting all over the carpet!”

“I've told you over and over. Maddie only goes in the litter box. It's your dog that keeps making a mess in the house because you don't take him outside when he needs to go.” Winnie rolled her eyes.

“Don't fucking talk back to me! You're lucky your mother lets you stay here, if it was up to me you'd have been kicked out of here a long time ago.” Brain snapped, making Winnie flinch a little at his tone. “Now make sure the trash is taken out before I get back.” He said before stomping out the front door and slamming it behind him. Winnie flinched once again at the loud sound before letting out a sigh and pulling the trash out of the can despite the fact that she distinctly remembered her mother telling Brian to take it out this morning.

Winnie took out the trash before coming back inside heading back to her room. Her eyes scanned over her laptop as Maddie crawled out from under the bed. She walked back over and opened the device, logging herself on before attempting to open her game back up.

[Character not found.]

Winnie groaned before filling out a bug report and then putting her computer up. She needed to get ready and go to work anyway.

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A few days had passed and nothing seemed to work. Winnie had disabled and deleted all the mods, sent in about a dozen but reports and still nothing. The only thing left she could try now was uninstalling the game and then reinstalling it.

Winnie sat on the bed waiting patiently for the game to download though she knew it would at least take an hour. She pulled out her cellphone, noticing a text from her mother. The message was informing Winnie that Brian and her mom wouldn't be home until late tonight. At least this meant she'd have plenty of peace and quiet in the meantime. The young woman spread out on her bed, stretching her limbs before slowly closing her eyes, resting lazily.

Time passed as she slowly dozed off…Eventually she was awoken by the sound of beeping? It was some strange noise that she couldn't quite put her finger on. She quickly looked over to her laptop and her eyes widened as she noticed it seemed to be going crazy. Blinking and beeping.

“What the fuck!?” She exclaimed, grasping her computer and frantically clicking the mousepad.

Then the screen went black before seemingly returning to the home screen. However, everything on the computer was gone save for one shortcut. Baldur's Gate 3.

The game’s shortcut sat in the very center of the computer, practically screaming at Winnie to click on it. She clicked it and the game opened up.

Everything seemed to go as normal up until the title screen. Winnie’s eyes widened in shock as she noticed all of the menu options were gone aside from (New Game). She raised an eyebrow before clicking on the only option available and waiting as the opening cinematic played. Everything continued as it usually did. Winnie created her Tav, a human druid with an urchin background, then proceeded to hop into the game.

Winnie did a bit of a speed run, moving through the Nautiloid as quickly as she could. She recruited Us, Lae'zel and freed Shadowheart before reaching the helm and crashing the ship.

Upon reaching the ravaged beach was when things began to get strange.

The game buffered and blinked a bit, skipping the scene where Tav would check themselves out followed by some voiced narration. Tav was kinda just there on the beach.

“Oh God. The game is glitching….” Winnie whined. She sighed in annoyance before clicking on the ground where she wanted Tav to walk. Winnie REALLY did not feel like uninstalling the game and waiting another hour to try again so she decided she'd play for as long as the game would allow. Winnie had Tav wander over towards where Shadowheart would normally be laying after crash, only to find an empty space where the half elf should be. Winnie groaned assuming it was another glitch before continuing on along the beach. While most things were there like the dead bodies and the intellect devourer enemies, Winnie did not see any sign of Shadowheart at all. Not even near the ruins where she'd be if she wasn't rescued by the player. Winnie decided to quickly go and look for the other characters, sneaking her way past the little brain creatures and moving down the path where Astarion, the elven rogue companion, would be waiting to ambush the player. He was Winnie’s favorite. She had a soft spot for sassy morally grey characters with tragic backstories. And he was also secretly a vampire to boot which just added to the appeal. Winnie had her Tav approach the area before she let out a sigh of relief seeing as the vampiric elf was in his starting area shouting for help like normal. At least the game wasn't completely broken.

“Hurry I've got one of those brain things cornered.” Astarion’s dialogue began as soon as Tav got close enough to interact with him. “There in the grass, you can kill it can't you? Like you killed the others?”

“Uh….I kinda actually didn't kill any of them…Heheh.” Winnie chuckled before dragging her mouse over the dialogue choices.

1. [Easily, stand back.]

2. Kill it yourself. You seem capable.

3. Leave

Winnie clicked on choice 1 before her Tav walked over to check the tall grass for the intellect devourer that was actually non-existent.

Instead a wild boar leapt from the grass and made Tav jump in surprise, giving Astarion the perfect opportunity to strike. He pinned the druid to the ground, pressing a dagger to her neck.

“Shhh…Shhh….Not a sound…Not if you want to keep that darling neck of yours.” The vampire practically purred out. Winnie blushed, a shiver going down her spine. There was a reason she always found herself choosing the elven vampire as her character’s love interest. Initially when she first got the game she felt he came off as a pompous prick (which he is) but damn he was so fucking seductive. It drove Winnie absolutely mad. Not to mention it helped given he had sweet delicious character development later on in his story and actually could be kind of a sweetheart… To the player at least.

The romance in this game had to be Winnie’s favorite aspect of it. She was very romantically inexperienced to say the least and this just added to what made the game her perfect escape from reality. It made her feel like someone actually liked her. Winnie prepared to select the next dialogue choice when suddenly she noticed they had changed.

1. [……….]

2. ………..

3. ……….

4. ……….

She looked up and saw a smirk form on Astarion's lips, his eyes appeared as if he was staring back at Winnie from through the screen. Before she could speak Astarion slit Tav's throat and let them drop onto the ground.

“What. The. Fuck.” The brunette haired female went pale as she stared at her computer screen. Astarion sighed in what sounded like relief?

“Finally, we've done that old song and dance so many times! The novelty has completely worn off.” He stretched out his arms, before wiping his dagger on the ground. “It feels so invigorating to try something new, wouldn't you agree?”

“Uhh…..What's going on?” Winnie asked aloud. She was shaking a bit in both confusion and a little fear. Her character was kinda just laying on the ground dead…and Astarion was talking….to her!?

“Oh dear, it seems I've gone and frightened you. Ahaha!” Astarion chuckled before appearing to move closer to the screen, even going so far to place his hand on it…

“Hello darling…”

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hi shawty bae. may i request a little something where reader was in a horrible, abusive relationship before dating eddie. edward doesn’t know this and one day he reaches up to cup her cheek and be all cute but then she flinches and he’s all like wtf is she scared of me or something?? maybe some miscommunication and fighting. but then in the end he finds out and is groveling and shit. (i’m so sorry if this is too detailed omg 😭😭). i am a bit of a whore for angst to fluff fics. thank you! ps. i love your writing so much 🫶 you’re my primary angst to fluff provider fr.

Definitely. Hopefully this is what you were looking for

Thank you sm!

⚠️ talks of abuse

Eddie Munson had a temper, that was always easy to see. But he'd never harm a fly. Just small outbursts of words.

Y/N was a little nervous when she first began dating Eddie. His temper scared her just a little bit. She got out of an abusive relationship over a year ago and moved as far away from that asshole as she could.

She spent months running and somehow ran right into Eddie's arms. He caught her easily and their relationship began. He doesn't know about her past and she didn't want him to know. She didn't want his pity. She just wanted to be loved without him being cautious around her.

They sat on his couch, watching a movie as they shared popcorn. Hands bump into each other and laugh every time.

Her eyes were locked on the movie but his eyes were locked on her. Moving the bowl out of her lap, grabbing her hips and bringing her on his lap.

"what are you doing?" She giggled

He smiled softly, moving his hand fast to cup her cheek

She flinched instantly and backed her body away

Eddie watched with confused eyes as she crawled off his lap in seconds, hurling herself in the corner of the couch

"what was that?" Eddie questioned, looking over at her

"nothing. Sorry!" She squeaked. Shaking her head at herself. He wasn't going to do anything to her. He was just going to touch her cheek. Why did she have to overreact like that?

"nothing? I went to touch you and you flew across the fucking room" he scoffed.

He had a feeling he knew what it was about. He's known as the town freak, temper tantrums, and trailer trash. Everyone knew his dad was in jail for landing his hands on Eddie's mom. Did she believe he was like that?

"it's just...it's nothing. Look it's fine" she said weakly, moving herself back on his lap

He pushed her off, standing up. Ears hot as his temper rose.

"it's not fine. You agree with them don't you?" He snapped, staring down at her with a heated glare

"what? No Eddie look it's just..."

"JUST WHAT? I'M TRAILER TRASH?"

She flinched as he screamed

"what! No that's not what I was going to say!" She argued

"it's what you are thinking. You are just like the rest of the assholes in school. Think you are so much better than me"

"Eddie if I thought I was better than you why would I date you? I don't care if you live in a trailer" she scoffed.

"then why are you scared for me to touch you? You've done it before. You never let me get close to you or touch you. You think I'm like my dad or something? Don't want to be touched by a freak like me?"

"absolutely not! Eddie just stop and listen to me"

"no just forget it. I don't need this" he scoffed, slamming his bedroom door and locking it behind him

She wasn't sure what she should do. Eddie has been avoiding her for days. She felt horrible. She didn't mean for him to think she thought so low of him. She was trying to get used to being touched in a gentle way.

Every time she tried to walk up to him he'd roll his eyes and walk away.

Were they broken up?

"why are you avoiding your girlfriend?" Steve asked, his hands tapping on the counter as Eddie sat next to him

"she's not my girlfriend anymore" Eddie snapped. Throwing a ball in the air, catching it repeatedly

"what why?" Steve didn't expect that. Those two were smitten with each other.

"she thinks I'm a freak, trailer trash. Doesn't want to be touched by a loser like me whose dad beat women" Eddie said harshly. Squeezing the ball in his hands

"hold on, she said that?" Steve was shocked. That didn't sound like her at all. Steve knew her for years. He remembered when she moved to New York, when she came running back home because her ex abused her.

"well no, but she didn't need to. I'm not fucking stupid. She flinches whenever I touch her. Refused to even be close to me. I was stupid and thought she was different "

"Eddie shit man. You got it all wrong" Steve sighed, rubbing his hands over his face

"do I?" Eddie laughed with no humour

"look I shouldn't be the one telling you this, but she was in an abusive relationship before she came back here. She's still learning to allow herself to be touched. She flinches with everyone. She's learning Eddie" Steve broke down to him gently

Eddie felt every part of anger leave him. Replaced with sadness, guilt and regret

"she what?' he choked out. Already feeling his throat close up

"give her time to talk to you. Stop avoiding her Munson"

Eddie felt like an asshole. He felt horrible, absolutely horrible. He lost his temper on his girlfriend, didn't let her explain herself and shut her out.

The flowers in his hands were getting crushed by how harsh he was holding them

Knocking on her door softly

He felt his eyes get wet when she opened the door. Looking at her beautiful and soft face. How could anyone ever lay a hand on her?

"oh Eddie? Come on in" she said quietly, opening the door

"these are for you" Eddie said quietly, handing her the flowers

"um why? Aren't you...like mad at me?" She squeaked out. Nervously chewing on her lip as she grabbed the flowers

"no. I never should have gotten mad in the first place. I didn't let you explain. And I think I should" Eddie didn't want her to know that he knew. Let her tell him on her own time

"I'm sorry" she choked out. Tears in her eyes, "I didn't want you to think I thought of you that way. I never thought of you like that"

Eddie choked back his own tears. Watching as she cried, hands clenching the flowers.

"you have no reason to be sorry. You did nothing wrong" Eddie reassured her. Feeling more like a dick that she felt like it was her fault

"can I....can I just hug you?" He asked, puppy eyes looking at her softly

She took a deep breath and a small nod. Eddie slowly walked towards her, he wrapped his arms around her. Feeling her body go stiff but allowing her time to accept it.

She slowly wrapped her arms around him. Nuzzling her face in his neck

"that's good" he said softly, holding her close. Heart warming as she melted into him

"I'm not good at being touched. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings" she whispered in his neck. He could feel her tears running down her cheeks.

"shh. I hurt my own feelings by making shit up. Want to talk about it?" He asked, pulling away and looking down at her

She set down the flowers walking over to her couch. Eddie followed silently behind her. Sitting close but not touching her

"before I came back here, I lived in New York. I fell in love with a boy. He was sweet and amazing. He made me feel things I didn't know existed. Then I found him cheating on me" Eddie's stomach dropped as she cried harder. How could anyone cheat on her?

"so I confronted him. And he...he hit me. He apologized for it so we moved on from it. But then he kept cheating, and the hitting became a daily occurrence. I was scared to leave. I was scared to move a muscle. But I finally made it out. And I met you. And those feelings I had for him in the beginning were coming back, but for you. I never once believed and I still don't believe you'd ever hurt me. But my body sometimes acts on its own"

Eddie listened closely, nodding along as his heart broke more and more.

He reached out his hand, softly grabbing hers. She flinched but he didn't care. Holding her hand tightly as she allowed herself to get used to it.

"look at that. You did it" he praised, kissing her hand softly. Proud of her for not pulling away

"I'm sorry for being an idiot. I'm sorry for everything. I should have given you time and been more understanding. I would love to still be together but I completely understand if you want to break up"

She shook her head instantly, "no. I want to be with you" she said desperately. Moving her hands to touch his face softly

"we'll go slow. We'll work on this together. Just me and you" he said, moving in closer

She smiled, locking their lips together as they shared a small but tender kiss

"thank you" he whispered, kissing her cheek as he held her hand closer to his body.

Both came from pasts they wanted to erase

But a future they couldn't wait to create

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makisoda · 4 months

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𝐆 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐆��𝐎𝐅𝐘

jjk characters and where they stand on the megan-nicki beef

jjk cast

cw : all the bullshit the meg-nicki beef entails ( look it up if you don’t know the backstory !!! )

a / n : crawled back just to yap… gulp also happy black history month i love black people 🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾

yuji itadori - team meg

NUMBER ONE MEG DICK RIDERRRRRR !!! loves her down… not much to say. i feel like he was never a barb either, prolly only liked a few songs. doesn’t really arguing online cause he’s scared of getting doxxed but argues in person.

nobara kugisaki - team meg

now, not even gonna start lying and say i feel like nobara never liked nicki. norb was def a barb, but she was also a meg fan too ! immediately dropped nicki when she found out her husband was a pedo though. IMMEDIATELY clowned big foot when it came out ( pirated it ). also argues with people online SHE DON’T GAF !!! twitter warrior !!! teams up with yuji to argue in person too.

megumi fushiguro - could not give two shits

i cannot see megumi listening to rap i’m sorry. yuji will play hiss and gumi will go “it’s good 😐” NIGGA !!! anyways, i feel like he wouldn’t like nicki cause duh pedo shit, but he just wouldn’t care about meg ? he’d feel bad when people bring up her mom though.

maki zenin - team meg

did you think she’d fuck with nicki ? FAWK no. never was a barb, always loved meg though. og meg fan too !!! doesn’t argue about it cause she’ll deadass just say “well one has a pedo husband so…”

yuta okkotsu - confused but siding towards meg

also doesn’t listen to rap, he learned everything from maki ( she sent him voice messages explaining it ). similar to megumi where he doesn’t really care but i feel like he’d like hiss as a song. immediately got the megan’s law reference and was GAGGED. anyways, he’s start to feel bad when people talk shit about meg but again he’s just kinda confused and he also isn’t a twitter user.

toge inumaki - team meg but was reluctant at first

chronically online ass mf. prolly listened to hiss as soon as it came out with itakugi. also was a barb pre all of this, however he dropped her. unlike nobara though, it took him a lil bit off time to drop her; it wasn’t instant for him. it was mainly cause he had been a barb for YEARSSSSS and has attachment issues. definitely argues with people online though he has 85 burner accs. streams hiss in his sleep like with the sound off.

satoru gojo - team meg

he’s the hot girl she talks about in girls in the hood actually. again, was a barb but wasn’t as hardcore as inumaki and nobara. also chronically online unfortunately and used to argue with people but once megumi made fun of him for it ( and told him about doxxing ), he stopped. too grown to be doing all this anyway.

suguru geto - i think he has bigger problems ( team meg )

like… deadass. this nigga has bigger fish to fry he don’t care 😭😭😭 mimiko and nanako made him listen to hiss and he liked it so that’s when he started to care but man… he got more stuff to worry about ! like, the girls update him on stuff so he doesn’t like nicki but he don’t be having time to keep up with it, you know ? gets 50% of updates from the girls and 50% from shoko and gojo.

shoko ieiri - team meg

didn’t gaf at first ( also has bigger things to worry about ) started getting most of her info from yuji and nobara and was HOOKED ! was fully tuned in, listened to it while doing surgery, like she was tuned in ! doesn’t argue on twitter, she isn’t insane, but does debate people about it in real life. keyword is debate, not arguing ( yuji and nobara shade ).

bonus :

ryomen sukuna - team nicki

let me explain, it’s only to spite yuji / megumi. we know how this nigga acts, he wants to torment them. doesn’t actually care and actually sorta sides with meg cause hiss is fire but because he’s annoying he’s team nicki.

listen to hiss or you stink !!!

#makisoda :: jujutsu kaisen !!#jujustu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk headcanons #jjk x reader #jjk #yuji itadori #nobara kugisaki #megumi fushiguro #maki zenin #yuta okkotsu #inumaki toge #gojo satoru #satoru gojo #geto suguru #suguru geto #shoko ieiri #jujutsu kaisen headcanons

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avengersfantasies · 9 months

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Anymore - Chapter 3

Summary: Steve confronts Bucky about his offer.

taglist: @kandis-mom @missvelvetsstuff @mavrellover91 @natashasilverfox @vicmc624 @blackhawkfanatic @haruvalentine4321 @felicitylemon

What to expect: angst

✩ Read the series here ✩

“That wasn’t what I said,” Steve argued with you as you sat in your office.

You refused to look at the soldier – gently spinning back and forth in your chair with your arms crossed. “You’re right,” you agreed. “You didn’t say anything…It should’ve been an obvious answer.”

“How was I supposed to automatically know if I wanted to be in their life or not?”

“Because it’s your baby!” you yelled – getting out of your chair and walking up to him. “How the fuck could you not want to be there?” Steve put his hands out to stop you from coming any closer, but that didn’t stop you. You pushed his hands away and got closer. “A real man would’ve immediately stepped up,” you hissed through your clenched teeth. “Like Bucky offered.”

“H-He what?”

You chuckled incredulously. “Yeah,” you confirmed. “He offered to do what you’re scared of.” Steve was growing angrier by the second. “And of course, I, stupidly, insisted on giving you an opportunity to come around.” Without responding, Steve stormed out of the office – slamming the door behind him and causing the oak door to crack. You jumped at the action. You knew he could be a dick, but you never expected him to act out in any way towards you. “Shit,” you whispered to yourself – grabbing your phone and calling up Bucky. You paced as the line trilled, and after what felt like an eternity, Bucky picked up.

“Yes, doll?”

“Buck, he’s pissed,” you blurted out. “He’s coming to find you.”

“Let him.”

You paced in your office as you waited for some word from at least one of the two men. You knew they were both pissed at each other, that they could both beat the life out of the other, but they could also both defend themselves. You didn’t want them hurt. You didn’t want to see Bucky hurt because of you and the baby, and you didn’t want to see Steve hurt because Bucky felt like he needed to stand up for you. Things were definitely over between you and Steve, but you couldn’t deny that there was still a part of you, no matter how small, that cared about him. You loved your baby, obviously, and he was the one who made it with you – even if it wasn’t planned.

Steve burst into Bucky’s training session – immediately connecting a right hook to his jaw.

“Think you’re just gonna swoop in and take my job?” Steve yelled at his fellow soldier. “Seriously? What the hell’s wrong with you?”

Bucky stood still and remained stoic as he spoke. “What’s wrong with me?” he scoffed. “Have you looked at yourself lately?” Steve stayed silent and paced back and forth. “Do you have any idea how much you hurt her? I don’t even know who you are anymore.”

“I fucked up, alright?” Steve admitted. “I’ll own up to that. I know I fucked up, but can’t you see that I’m trying to fix it?”

Bucky chuckled incredulously. “Would you be trying to fix it if a child wasn’t involved? You seemed pretty snuggly with whatever her name is.”

“I don’t know, Buck,” Steve groaned. “This is the situation though, and I’m trying to do what I can to make it better.”

“Maybe you leaving them alone is what will make it better,” Bucky shot back.

“How could you even think I’d do that?”

Bucky scoffed. “You didn’t seem to eager to be a dad in the first place,” he reminded the Captain. “If you’re going to be miserable, then stay away…don’t bring your misery to them.”

Steve looked down and shook his head. “You know how much I want to be a dad, Buck.”

“Which is why I was surprised you didn’t start begging for forgiveness and crawling on your hands and knees back to her.”

Without another word, Bucky walked away from the other soldier – slamming his shoulder into his chest as he passed by – causing Steve to stumble to the side. When Bucky left the training room, Steve walked over to the wall and slid to the floor – leaning his head against the wall. He closed his eyes, and tears finally fell from his eyes.

“What did I do?” he quietly asked himself. “What in the hell have I do—”

“Baby?” Steve’s girlfriend called out – walking in to find him sitting on the floor. “Baby, what’s wrong?”

Steve didn’t look at her – instead, he kept his focus on the ceiling. “You should go,” he suggested flatly.

“What?” she scoffed. “Not happening.”

“That wasn’t a request,” Steve said in the same tone.

“So, what?” she questioned. “We’re over?”

Steve finally looked over at her with the tears in his eyes. “You know…I’m really sick of people putting words into my mouth,” he tsked. “Go home. I’ll come over later and we’ll talk.”

She finally agreed and walked out of the room – making sure he knew her attitude was something he’d have to deal with later.

“I think he’s starting to use his brain,” Bucky announced as he came back into your office and grabbed some ice from the freezer. Bucky sat down in the chair across from your desk and iced his jaw.

“What’d he say?”

“He’s acting like he wants to be involved,” Bucky scoffed. “Says he knows he fucked up.”

You nodded. “Well, I won’t keep him from our baby,” you said – helping to make an ice pack for him. “If he wants to be there, then he can be.”

“I think he thinks he wants to be there,” Bucky argued.

You handed him the ice pack. “Maybe a part of me wants to give him that chance.”

“And if he bails?”

“Then I know how he feels,” you shrugged.

“You should know if he’s gonna stick around or not,” Bucky’s words made sense, but you couldn’t fathom how a man wouldn’t want to be in his baby’s life. “I know it’s not something you want to consider, but there’s always a chance he could decide to leave.”

You nodded – knowing that the super soldier was right. Based on Steve’s initial reaction, you knew you had every reason to be afraid of him leaving. “I’ll just make it real simple for him,” you suggested. “He’s either in the baby’s life or not…there’s no going in and out, but as far as he and I go…that relationship is dead.”

“You sure about that?” Bucky asked sympathetically.

You nodded. “Yeah,” you exhaled, “I just want to move on from him. If he wants to be in our baby’s life, then that’s fine, but I want to move on.”

Bucky put the ice pack down and came over to your side of the desk – sitting on the edge and smiling softly down at you. “Do you?”

“I’d like to try to.”

Bucky smiled. “Would you let me take you out to dinner tonight?”

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dr4kenlvr · 1 year

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𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐝'𝐲𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠?

chifuyu matsuno, baji keisuke, mikey sano, mitsuya takashi x gn!reader - fluff (0.9k+)

request: hey nana!! may i request how chifuyu, baji, mikey, and mitsuya would react to you getting a nose piercing? a ring or stud, doesn't matter :) thank u sm!!

warnings: mild descriptions of needles, pain (??) and poorly researched piercing healing processes (don’t listen to me guys i googled it all)

CHIFUYU; nostril stud

“how d’ya like my piercing baby?” you chime out, grinning happily at your phone where chifuyu’s face is absolutely BAFFLED at the stud in your skin

you face timed him out of the blue, but of course he picked up (chifuyu would pick up a call from you even if he was in the middle of getting his ass kicked LMAO)

“BABY—! STOP, IT LOOKS SO FUCKING GOOD.”

chifuyu bites down on his knuckles to stop the grin from exploding on his face — he can’t help it, you look too good !!!

he’s totally enamoured by the jewel, and by how something so small and simple could enhance your looks tenfold

“you think? it’s still a bit swollen—”

“—nuh uh, couldn’t even tell.”

is scared to touch it when you two meet in person; “is it still swollen?”

“no.”

“but what if i hurt you?”

“you won’t, it’s completely healed.”

his finger hovers over the stud, before booping it slightly—“GAH, oh. it’s healed.”

it’s his new way of greeting you now; wave, kiss, boop on the stud

flaunts you to his friends because he thinks you’re fucking cool for withstanding the pain of the procedure and recovery process

“my baby is stronger than all of you, combined.”

“chifuyu, please. that’s a stretch.”

lowkey thinks he’ll cry if he ever got a piercing LMAOOOO

BAJI; bridge

eyes wide, jaw dropped, palms sweaty, his long ass hair ALL FELL OUT

“BABE WHAT THE FUCK YOU LOOK SO HOT???!!!!”

pounces on you when he sees the unfamiliar pieces of metal on the bridge of your nose

“OH MY GOD LET ME TAKE PICTURES, WAIT.”

god he is so excited, you’re just sitting there grinning your ass off as he scurries to find his phone and literally crawls back onto his bed to snap photos of you from all angles possible

it’s quite endearing really, he’s just acting extremely ballistic but whatever it’s keisuke LMAO

“i’m never gonna get over this, my baby has a fucking nose piercing before me.”

he definitely has a pinterest folder named “tats and piercings 4 me” and it’s filled with photos of possible tattoos and piercing placements he wants

(his mom won’t let him)

when he calms down though, baji feels like he’s falling in love all over again with you

places a gentle kiss on each bead, and smiles oh so widely when he remembers you’re really his

he totally wants to accompany you on when you get your next piercing

is so fascinated with the whole process but when it comes to the needle going through your skin he actually looks away

“god, you’d think i’d be better at that.” LMAOOO oh baji <3

MIKEY; septum

despite being the leader of one of tokyo’s most strongest gangs—our mikey over here came not fathom the pain of a piercing

tears up at the thought of it actually

“YOUR NOSE!!!! OH MY GOD, Y/N.”

don’t get him wrong, he is so in love with you for this

he thinks the ring completely elevates your natural looks

the sparkle in his eyes was so cute—he looked at you like you were the brightest star in the universe

immediately took a photo of you and him and set it as his lock screen too

takes it in his liberty to tell the others before you do, or before they get to notice it themselves

“KEN-CHINNNNNNNNNN!!!! Y/N GOT A SEPTUM!!!!”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP MIKEY. hey y/n—oh shit, you look fucking badass!”

LMAOOO u and draken can’t stand mikey

mikey does this thing where he likes to flick the septum back and forth

it’s goddamn annoying but he’s so cute all

“heheh look it’s like a swing!” he says, as he plays around with the ring between your nostrils

“MIKEY THAT TICKLES PLEASE.”

i don’t think he’d be the person to want a piercing, maybe something really small like on his ears but other than that, piercings are a bit out of his league

doesn’t stop him from following you like a puppy on your next piercing appointment

he wipes your tear ducts for you <3

MITSUYA; side ring

AHHHHH mitsuya thinks you look SOOOO good

is quite obsessed with your side ring, and is instantly struck with the idea to get a matching one with you

eh? eh? he’s got matching tats with draken, so the prospect of matching piercings with the love of his life?

YES PLEASE

you head over to the studio with him, and he so giddy it’s so cute seeing mitsuya like this

goes through the process like a fucking CHAMP - barely even noticed the needle going in and out of his nose until the piercer said he’s good to go

(i love writing mitsuya as a goat HAHAHAHA)

“takashi! it’s all done!” you cheer, “we have matching piercings now!”

he grins that cute ass grin of his, happy that he went through with the idea (not that it took a lot of convincing himself)

you guys make sure that you both watch over the healing processes of your rings

he texts to remind you to clean it with saline solution, and you make sure that he doesn’t fiddle around with the ring as to not irritate the skin

y'all just looking out for one another it’s really cute

his sisters are so curious on how there’s a piece of metal stuck in your guys’ nose LMAO so so cute

“mana! brother taka has a ring in his nose!”

“what?! ah! y/n has one, too!”

they’re also really careful to not touch it as it continues to heal—too scared to hurt you and their big brother <3

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reallyromealone · 1 year

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Hello! Can I request omegaverse bonten where Y/N is scared to tell bonten he's pregnant cause bonten once told him "I don't want kids" or something like that. and bonten overhears Y/N calling his mom on what he should do since he doesn't want bonten to leave him, nor does he wanna abort the child?

Have a good day! (BTW love ur Fics :D)

-🐱💗

Ohooo

And thank you so much!

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"Congratulations! You're pregnant" the doctor said with a soft smile, unaware of the panic going through the omegas mind "y-yeah...thank you"

(Name) wanted to throw up at this point as he shakily walked to his car, the driver opening the door for him as (name) stared off in deep thought.

What was he going to tell them?

It was an off handed comment when they were grocery shopping, a woman's child began crying and Sanzu grimaced at the pup "god... If that isn't a new form of birth control I don't know what is" and the others agreed "god I don't want kids.." Ran said with a tone of disgust, again more agreement.

They didn't realize that (name) had that memory permanently burned into (name)s memory, not saying anything as he checked the ingredients of two different packs of ramen to distract himself.

(Name) wouldn't mind pups, sometimes he imagined his mates and what they would be like as pups but that comment crushed any chances.

Bonten was still at work, leaving (name) with his thoughts as he crawled into his nest that was situated in the closet,

"Mom..?" (Name) mumbled into the phone, voice watery "I have a problem..."

When Bonten came home they noted that (name) didn't greet them, going to their bedroom to check on him "I-I don't know what to do! T-they said it themselves that they don't want one-- I don't know what they will do if they tell me to leave... The twins said they would help me if I needed anything..."

Bonten froze at what they heard, letting (name) continue "I'm not aborting my pup, mom! How could you even say that?! Look they should be home soon... I'll call you later"

(Name) wiped his tears and got out of the nest, eyes unfocused as he opened the bedroom door only to come face to face with Sanzu who looked back at him wide eyed "you're pregnant?"

"I'm sorry!" (Name) broke down then and there, hugging his stomach "I'm sorry! I-ill go..."

"Baby what do you mean you're gonna go?" Koko asked gently reaching towards (name), the Omega letting out distressed pharamones "y-you don't want pups! A-and I want them so... So I'm gonna save you guys the trouble..."

"Baby, calm down" Mochi said ushering (name) back into the room so they could dote on him easier "why would you think we wouldn't want the pup?"

"Because you all said you didn't!"

"When was this?" Mikey asked nosing as his mates scent gland to try and soothe him "way back..we were grocery shopping and a pup was crying and you guys all said how you didn't want kids and how crying children are like a new form of birth control!"

They did say that, they just didn't think it would have affected (name) so much.

"Oh starlight... Of course we want the pup and we want you" Ran said softly as he splayed his hand over (name)s belly "our sexy mate plump with one of our kids... I think it awakened something in me" what he said successfully made (name) giggle, a soft wet laugh as Sanzu went on his knees to rest his head on his mates lap "so don't leave baby... Let us love you and the babe"

(Name) gently raked his fingers through Sanzus hair "I'm having twins..."

"Damn one of us knocked you up reaaal good" takeomi said with a shit eating grin "wait.. the last time we fucked was..."

"During that budget report when I brought your lunches"

"I knew that day was a good one!"

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x male reader #tokyo revengers fluff #bonten x reader #male reader #omegaverse #omega male reader

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madneedshelp · 2 years

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Keep You Safe- Billy Hargrove x Reader

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This fic was a request from @crestedowllibrary, thanks again for the idea!

Summary: Billy and Y/N have only been dating for a few months, which means Y/N still has some secrets. Billy doesn’t know about beatings and verbal abuse that happens behind closed doors. However, he shows up one night unexpected and witnesses it all.

Includes: mention of verbal and physical abuse, read at your own discretion

You had been acting weird lately, Billy noticed. The two of you had only been dating a few months, but he could tell your behavior wasn’t like it usually was. You seemed quieter, less focused.

“Hey, babe,” Billy slung an arm around your shoulders after catching up to you in the hallway.

Almost imperceptibly, you flinched and sucked in a tight breath. A small slip up, but you quickly put on a small and hoped nobody noticed. You’d made sure the bruises were covered, but you didn’t think about anyone accidentally touching them.

“Morning, babe. Ready for the chemistry test next period?”

Billy gave you a strange look, but he seemed to brush off whatever thought was in his head. “Hell no, you know I don’t give a shit about that class,” He chuckled.

“That seems like an excuse to put in no effort so I’ll come over to tutor you,” You smirked.

“Speaking of tutoring, I could use some tips for economics. Can I come over tonight?” Billy leaned over to whisper in your ear, shivers flowing down your spine.

Oh how you wanted to say yes. That wouldn’t be a good idea, though. Billy couldn’t be there right now. Not while your dad was like this.

He and your mom divorced when you were young, and he ended up taking you. You and your dad had a great relationship when you were younger, but things had changed recently. He lost his job, and he’d started to have breakdowns.

You knew he couldn’t really control them. The outbursts. He was just stressed, and sometimes he took that out on you. He was still your dad and you loved him, and you were holding out hope that things would get better once he found a new job.

“I can’t tonight. My dad wants me to help him paint the living room and clean up the house in general. Maybe we can hang out at yours on Wednesday?”

You hated how easily the lie rolled off your tongue. Hated that you had to lie to Billy. Hated that you couldn’t just have a nice evening at home with your dad and your boyfriend. Soon, you told yourself, it would get better soon.

“Okay, yeah, Wednesday’s fine.” Billy looked a bit disappointed, but he let the subject drop.

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The first thing that Billy noticed when he pulled in the driveway was the screaming. A man’s voice was yelling absolute bloody murder from inside the house.

“What the fuck?” Billy muttered and marched up to the front door.

Billy saw your car in front of the garage. That meant you were home, inside with whatever was happening. The thought made his blood run cold, and he hurried over to knock on the door. He had to get in there.

He knew you didn’t want him over tonight, but he came anyway after your behavior today. He’d only been to your house when your dad wasn’t home or when your dad didn’t know he was there. He figured that was on purpose, but for other reasons. Now he was sure it was something entirely different.

He had never told you about his home life. About his dad, and the shit he did to Billy. He really just didn’t want you to think he was weak. But he had to admit that now he was scared. Terrified. Imagining the shit his dad did to him happening to you left his heart pounding.

Just as Billy arrived at the door, he realized he didn’t have a plan. Well, no plan other than bust in and kick your dad’s ass. That might not have been the best way to address this, though.

Billy resorted to a back up plan. He’d crawl in through your window, a way he snuck in often for late-night rendezvous. You left the window unlocked most of the time for that specific reason. Sure enough, Billy was able to carefully slide the window open and crawl in silently.

“Y/N? What the fuck happened?” Billy gritted out upon seeing you sitting on your bed, tears running down your bruised cheeks.

Your lip was split and small cuts peppered your bare arms. While you were crying, no sound came out. When your eyes met his, yours widened immensely.

“What are you doing here? You have to go!” You whisper-shouted at him. “My dad can’t hear you or he’ll kill you, Billy.”

“Good, I’m about to go out there and kill the fucker myself.”

He moved toward your bedroom door, but you leapt up and grabbed onto his arm tightly.

“Please don’t do that. Just go home. I can handle him,” You begged him desperately.

“Why shouldn’t I do that? He’s hurting you, Y/N. You shouldn’t have to take that from him.” Billy spat, visibly fuming with rage.

“He’s not usually like this. It’s not his fault. He’s just going through stuff, and he has these spirals that he can’t control. I can’t leave him alone,” You tried to convince Billy, but his anger wasn’t fading.

Billy let go of the door knob and turned to face you fully. “It’s not your fault either. It’s not safe for you to be here. He’s your dad, he’s supposed to put your safety first and he’s the one endangering you. Let me take you away from this.”

You shook your head. “You don’t understand.”

“Really? I don’t understand?” He chuckled bitterly. “Sweetheart, I think I know enough.”

He began to undo the few buttons of his shirt that were actually fastened.

“Billy, please, I am really not in the mood right now,” you muttered.

“That’s not what I’m doing.” Billy finished unbuttoning the shirt and tossed it on your bed. He turned around and as you scanned his back you let out a gasp.

Dark blue and purple splotches littered the tanned skin of his back. You brought a hand to your mouth in horror when you noticed that there were even some scars on his skin.

“I do understand. I know it’s pretty bullshit of me to tell you to leave, when I haven’t left my own house yet, but I know what it’s like. I don’t want this life for you.”

Being careful to avoid the injuries, you stepped forward and wrapped your arms around the man you loved. He held you as you cried, being more gentle and patient than anyone else would ever see.

“It had been getting better,” you started, finally wanting to life the weight off of your chest. “He had still been yelling at me, but the hitting had stopped. Last night, he came home after a job interview, and it went really badly. I tried to calm him down and he didn’t like that. Then tonight, I was doing the dishes and I dropped a plate. Just a stupid, regular plate. But it shattered. I don’t know why, but it set him off. He started screaming about how we couldn’t afford mistakes and stuff like that, and then he hit me. A couple times. I ended up falling in the glass shards.”

Your voice broke, and you looked up to meet Billy’s eyes.

“I don’t know what to do, Billy. I’m scared of him, but for some reason I still love him. It would be so much easier if I hated him for everything, but he’s my dad, you know? I just miss him, the way he used to be. Why am I so stupid?”

Billy leaned down and kissed you before you could completely dissolve. “Hey, don’t say that. You’re not stupid. You just want to fix everything, right? That’s pretty damn brave, making it through all of this.”

“I really wouldn’t call me brave, just too scared to do anything about this.” You smiled up at him sadly.

“That’s bullshit. You’re a fighter, babe, and I love you for it. But you don’t have to do this alone. Let me keep you safe.” Billy kissed the side of your head, and pulled you into his chest once more.

“But who’s gonna protect you, Billy? I don’t want you to live like this either. If I’m not putting up with this, then neither are you.”

He was silent for a moment, but finally you received an, “Okay then.”

He held you until you felt good again. He helped you deal with the cuts on your arms. Then, he waited for you to pack a bag and snuck you out of the house.

The two of you drove to his house, and you waited in the car for him to run in and grab some essentials. He booked a room for you to share at the little motel in Hawkins until you figured things out.

That night as he held you in his arms and snuggled into you, you finally felt completely sheltered. Neither of you had any idea what to do next, but you knew you’d be okay if you had each other.

#billy hargrove x you #fanfic #imagines #stranger things #x y/n #billy hargove x reader #writing #billy hargrove #billy stranger things

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dwobbitfromtheshire · 1 year

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Inside Connection

18+ Minors DNI

Warning: smut, inappropriate older woman with younger Steve (past mention), asshole fathers, mention of an abusive relationship, not sure what this is

In which, Eddie and Steve are trying to see if they're connected via the bat bites by staring into each other's eyes all the time, and concentrating would be hilarious. They would drop what they were doing and try to do it even when they had a hangout. Like, maybe the Spicy Six are hanging out at Steve's when they start to do it.

"What the hell are they doing?" Nancy asked Robin.

Steve and Eddie were sitting on the couch, quietly staring into each other's eyes.

"They're trying to see if the bat bites have connected them telepathically," Robin replied.

"What gave them that idea?" Nancy asked.

"I may have suggested an idea or two," Robin said. "Now they're trying to do it so that they can complain about Dustin while he's still in the room."

"All you guys gotta do is concentrate, focus. Breathe in. Breathe out. Let everything else fade away, brochocos. Focus only on each other," Argyle said, calmly cheering them on.

It was the longest that Eddie had ever been quiet for, besides that time he was in a coma. It was almost unnerving how quiet he was, how quiet Steve was. He did what Argyle suggested and focused only on Steve, letting everything else fade away. It was a little hard to do with two women giggling obnoxiously in the corner.

"Excuse me?!" Steve exclaimed. "We are trying to invade each other's minds over here!"

God, he was hot when he was bitchy. Yeah, he definitely had to lock that thought away if they ever succeeded.

"Maybe you guys need to be high for this?" Argyle asked. "How about we partake in some Purple Palm Dream Delight?"

"I'm up for it if Stevie is," Eddie said as he clapped his hands. "I could definitely relax."

A little while later, Eddie and Steve found themselves locked in the basement. They were both properly high now and very giggly.

"I think maybe we start by letting each other in, you know?" Eddie asked.

"You want to be. . .inside of me?" Steve asked.

"You make it sound like a sex thing!" He giggled.

"It's not?" He pouted.

"Do you want it to be?" Eddie asked.

"Kind of. . .you're pretty," Steve said softly and crawled his way into his lap.

"No, what I meant is that. . .shit, what did I mean? Oh! Yeah, I meant like emotionally," Eddie said, hands now on Steve’s hips.

"Oh, you mean like our dirty secrets and our deepest fears. . .like that?" Steve asked.

"Yeah, big boy, I do," he said softly.

"I'm scared," he said.

"I trust you, Stevie. Do you trust me?" Eddie asked.

"Yeah."

Eddie went first and began to talk about his father. It turns out that they both had daddy issues, but Steve had the misfortune to have both mommy and daddy issues. Eddie explained how he ended up in a relationship with an older man who ended up being abusive. Steve told him about how his first time had been with a divorced mom of one of his friends on his baseball team. He hadn't been much older than the kids were now, and sometimes he regretted it. They had both cried into each other's arms as they told each other of their deepest, darkest secrets.

"Sometimes I look at guys the same way I look at girls, and that scares me because I know what my dad thinks of people like that," Steve said. "I don't know why I even care."

"Because he's your dad, and you want him to care as much about you as you do about him because that's what the relationship is supposed to be like," Eddie said. "It just means you're better than him."

They were starting to get sober now, more aware of how intimate they were. Steve and Eddie stared into each other's eyes, a buzz of electricity forged between them as their fingertips dragged across their skin, caressing each other's forearms and palms. Steve entertwined their fingers and met Eddie in the middle in a soft, sweet kiss. It soon turned passionate as they tore at each other's clothes. They were completely bare before each other, all clothes gone, and they moved quickly. They rocked against the other, and Steve broke the kiss, moving his lips to his neck as he began to gently suck.

Steve stopped suddenly and moved towards the basement's bathroom, returning with lube. Eddie couldn't question it as Steve spread Eddie's legs. Steve’s raised his eyebrow, and Eddie nodded, barely able to speak. He tucked a pillow underneath him and began to open him up. He replaced his fingers, and soon Steve was moving inside of him. He attached his lips to Eddie's neck, biting down hard as he drew blood. . .marking him. Eddie had to think about a lot of messed up shit to make sure he didn't come yet, and when they time came, when Steve had spilled inside him, Eddie had flipped him onto his back. As Eddie came inside Steve, Eddie bit him and drew blood the same way that Steve did with him. Once they had licked each other's wounds, they collapsed and fell asleep in each other's arms.

"Fuck."

Robin woke up on the couch, rubbing sleep from her eyes as she looked over at Nancy, who was curled up between Jonathan and Argyle. Robin snorted at the sight of Nancy big spooning Argyle. Robin felt like she was forgetting something. She got up off the couch and stretched. She should find Steve and see if he wanted to make them breakfast. Steve!

"Oh shit! Nance, wake up! We totally forgot that we locked Eddie and Steve in the basement!" Robin exclaimed.

"Shit!" Nancy exclaimed, sitting up, her nest of curls all over the place.

"Oh man, they're going to be pissed," Argyle said and rubbed his eyes.

The four of them headed towards the basement and unlocked it. They crept down the carpeted stairs and gasped at the sight before them. Steve and Eddie were sprawled out on the floor in each other's arms. They were both completely naked.

"Oh, fuck, they got so hungry they tried eating each other!" Argyle exclaimed pointing to their necks.

"Judging by the stains on the floor, Argyle, I'm pretty sure that they had sex," Jonathan said. "Those are hickeys."

"Is that your deduction, Detective Byers, or are you going to need some more evidence?" Nancy asked sarcastically.

"Quick question, why the hell are we still staring at them?" Robin asked.

It was at that moment that they both startled by what Robin thought was a whisper.

"Oh fuck!" Eddie exclaimed and grabbed the blanket off of the couch to cover them both. "Were you just leering at us? I mean, I know we're hot and all. . ."

"Eddie," Steve chided.

They looked at each other and began having a conversation with their eyes. Robin stared at them, waiting for their mouths to move.

"You guys do know that you aren't saying anything, right?" Robin asked.

"We weren't?" Eddie asked, and she shook her head.

They shared a look with each other, their eyes wide.

"Oh, shit!"

#stranger things #eddie munson #joseph quinn #stranger things s4 #eddie stranger things #eddie munson lives #steve harrington #steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steddie fanfiction #fanfiction #steddie oneshot #oneshot #another oneshot bites the dust

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scarisd3ad · 7 months

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Promptober day 30 - Halloween sleepover

Pairing - vance hopper x reader

Warnings - none

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Vance and I have had this planned for at least a week…well, I've had it planned for a week. He wasn't the type to be over the top about holidays. No matter what one it was, he was too 'cool' for it. But I loved them, especially Halloween. So, instead of going out to a party or following my little brother around while he trick or treated, I decided that Vance would sneak in through my window after my mom left with my brother, and we'd watch horror movies and eat tons of junk.

So, I'm sat on my bed dressed in my pj's with a bowl of popcorn, candy, and five movies my mom let me rent. Two little knocks on my window send me hurling towards the window to unlock it. I unlock the window and push it open just enough for him to squeeze through.

He grunts as he steps into my room. "So, what movies you got?" he mutters as he kicks his shoes off and sits on my bed. "Um, the exorcist, Halloween, Texas chainsaw massacre, Carrie, and Charlotte's web to watch afterward," his brows curl into a furrow as if he was asking 'why would we need that' I roll my eyes. "So, I won't be scared before I fall asleep," I whisper, a little embarrassed to admit that I still needed to watch a kid's movie after a horror movie so I'm able to fall asleep. he laughs as he shakes his head "you're such a fuckin' baby" I huff as I cross my arms over my chest "I'm not a baby."

He rolls his eyes as he mutters, "Yeah, sure."

The first movie we decided to watch was The Texas Chainsaw Massacre. Vance's arm was wrapped around my shoulder as my head leaned on his head. I jump and jerk my head towards his shoulder, hiding my face in his chest as a chainsaw revving fills the room. "Its alr-"

"y/n! you still awake?" I hear my mom shout from the living room accompanied by the opening of the front door and tiny footsteps as they ran down the hall.

"Shit, I thought they were going to take longer," I whisper yell as I sit up straight. "Hide, hide," I say as I push Vance off my bed. He falls to the ground with a thud and a small groan. My mom's rule was no boys in my room, let alone Vance Hopper. She hated him and that I was dating him.

My bedroom door opens, revealing my mom, "Y/n don't stay up all night watching that junk. Don't make me regret renting those."

"Yes, ma'am," I nod before she closes the door.

Vance gets back up and crawls onto the bed. "shhh," I say with a giggle as I bring my finger to my mouth.

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#fanfics #x reader #vance hopper x reader #the black phone #the black phone x reader #vance hopper x fem!reader #vance hopper #promptober

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miley1442111 · 2 months

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hii love ur content!!! single-handedly carrying sydney adamu x reader fans rn LOL. was wondering if u could write something w femreader x syd where reader is filling in for marcus as he takes personal leave for his mom? like something with buildup and clear romantic tension in the kitchen btwn them and possible hesitation to act on it from syd’s end when they work together but immediately get tg afterwards ?? if you get the vision!! thank uuu <3333

thank you for requesting this, i love this idea so i'm going to give it two parts if that's ok!

i will always push the sydney adamu x reader agenda

in a minute- s.adamu

a/n: this is PART 1 of most likely two but i'm not sure yet. this is intended for a femreader but you can ignore that and imagine what you want :)

summary: you get a call from carmen berzatto to fill in as a pastry chef, you have nothing better to do, right?

pairing: sydney adamu x reader

warnings: mentions of a difficult workplace environment, mentions of verbal abuse, mentions of not communicating, cursing

Getting the call from Carmen Berzatto made you sick. He was your replacement in New York, he hated you, at least you thought he did. You were leaving New York for Paris, becoming a pastry chef after being sick of the stupid pressure and disgusting abuse you had gotten from restaurants over the years. Don’t get me wrong, being a pastry chef was difficult too, the insufferable people and bosses made you want to rip your hair out, but anything was better than New York. You had trained Carmen for a week, giving him your number in case he needed to ask any other questions. You assumed he’d deleted it. But no, four months into living in Chicago, teaching masterclasses and subbing in for people in various Michelin-star restaurants and bakeries, Carmen Berzatto called and asked if you could cover his pastry chef for a few weeks. You agreed and showed up the next day to see a restaurant that was not yet finished. Residue from walls lay on the floor, mould on the ceilings and an empty kitchen, bare of appliances met your eyes as you walked in. A pretty girl with headphones in stood in the locker room as you turned the corner and she startled when she noticed you.

“Jesus! Y-you scared me,” she smiled, embarrassed.

“Sorry,” you smiled, stretching out your hand for a hand shake. “I’m y/n y/l/n, is Carmen Berzatto here? Or his partner, Sydney Adamu?”

“Oh my god, you’re Y/n y/ln. Like the only woman ever the International Union of Bakers and Pastry Chefs named ‘best pastry chef’,” she said, shocked that you were standing in front of her.

You felt heat crawl up your back. You still couldn’t get used to people knowing who you were, it was strange. “The very same,” you practically grimaced. “So, are chefs Carmen or Sydney around?”

“I-I’m Sydney,” she smiled, shaking your hand. “Sorry if that was weird, I just… yeah.”

“It’s fine, I’m just awkward about it, don’t worry.”

“Ok,” she smiled, then snapped out of it. “What are you- I don’t know how to say this politely-”

“What am I doing here?” you finished for her and she nodded. “Carmen called me a few days ago, I trained him in New York and he apparently still has my number. He asked me to fill in for Marcus?”

“Yeah, ok. So… umm, yeah ok. That’s cool,” She said, still coming to grips with it.

“He didn’t tell you?”

“No,” she admitted, sighing.

“He always was kind of a dick. Don’t worry, I bet he’s just cooling-off or something, he used to get so angry we’d shove him in the freezer for a few minutes to let him calm down.”

Sydney looked at you in bewilderment.

“I take it that he’s still like that?” you chuckled.

“Yeah,” she sighed. “Only sometimes though.”

“‘Sometimes’ is too much for me, if he starts pulling that shit I’ll send him out. He’s such a baby sometimes,” you reminisced. “Sorry, if that’s rude since he’s your partner.”

“Well, he doesn’t really feel like a partner,” she sighed, leading you to the office.

“Not communicating?”

“Never. I didn’t even know we were pulling down walls until they were down.”

“Shit, that’s awful,” you sighed.

“I’ll call him and see where he is, just wait in here,” she smiled and opened the door for you, then left you alone.

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WEEK 1

Working at the Bear was different to anywhere else you’d worked. The people there were interesting in a way that only people outside of the Michelin-restaurant world could be. None of the bullshit you’d dealt with in New York, none of the crap you had to put up with in Paris. They were professional, but they cared about each other. Tina had become a good friend in only the one week you’d been there. Richie was pissing you off enough to warrant stabbing- something that had apparently happened before, and Carmen was either there all the time, or nowhere to be seen.

And then, there was Sydney. Sydney had essentially fucked you up. From the moment you’d met her, you knew you were fucked. Her soft smile and endearing awkwardness made her basically irresistible. It was embarrassing how in just one week, you felt like you couldn’t be in the same room as her, yet you craved to be near her all the time.

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“Yo, you good?’ Sydney asked as you mapped out dessert ideas Marcus had sent you.

“Huh? Oh-yeah, all good,” you smiled.

“How do you like it?” she asked, cleaning the new silverware.

“Like what?”

“The Bear?”

“It’s nice. Calmer than the restaurants I’ve worked in,” you answered and she laughed.

“This is calm for you?”

“You should’ve seen Carmen and I’s boss in New York. Every night he’d make me stay until after closing, fixing any mistakes I’d made if I’d made any. After a while, it was just verbal abuse,” you chuckled and she smiled half-heartedly at you, her eyes missing the certain glow she usually had.

“Sounds fun,” she joked, but it fell flat on both ends, then she walked away. You couldn’t help but feel like you’d made a fool of yourself, or made her uncomfortable.

You internally kicked yourself.

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WEEK 2

You liked to pride yourself on two things, your standards in the kitchen, and your ability to stay calm under any circumstance. One of those didn’t apply to the current situation, and the other had been thrown out the window 3 minutes ago when this conversation started, more specifically, when Sydney started touching your arm.

Carmen had finally come in and you’d gotten in a fight over the menu. You wanted something Marcus had suggested and Carmen wanted fucking fig rolls or something, you didn’t exactly know but you do know that it ended in you storming off to the back of the Bear and Carmen storming off to his office. You felt a swell in your heart when Sydney had come to you first, before she went to talk to Carmen.

“You good?” she asked, accompanying you in the freezing air. You didn’t respond, still annoyed from the conversation. “Earth to Y/n?” Sydney had grabbed your arm and your eyes trained themselves on hers.

“Yeah, just pissed,” you sighed, answering her first question. “He really doesn’t listen, does he?” You yawned. Sydney’s hand felt like it was burning itself into your skin.

“No, he kind of refuses to,” she joked. “But if it makes you feel any better, I like your ideas more.”

“They’re Marcus’s ideas, just my drawings,” you were quick to deflect the compliment.

“Well they're beautiful,” she declared, with some uncertain meaning behind her words. ‘Well, you’re beautiful’ is what you picked up from her insinuation and your heart beat much faster than before. “Coming back in?” She dropped her hand and you finally let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

“In a minute.”

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WEEK 3

Ok, so maybe you could pride yourself on just one more thing, the effect you had on Sydney.

For the past two weeks, it’d been fleeting glances, the creating and taking of opportunities to touch each other, and small flirty conversation. Sydney had asked you to taste test some restaurants with her, and you had a great time. Conversation flowed, you felt relaxed for the first time in what felt like years, and you were spending time with the girl you liked.

“Y/N?” You heard Sydney’s voice from behind you. “Behind!” she said.

You had asked an old friend if you could borrow his restaurant's kitchen and he obliged, knowing he owed you a favour from when you saved him from being fired 7 years ago.

“Yeah?” You called back, focused on your plating.

“You almost done?”

“Almost,” you added the finishing touches to the plate and stepped back, a silent victory. It looked delicious. “Done!”

She handed you a fork and you took a bite at the same time. It tasted… terrible. You both spit it out into the sink behind you, then looked at each other and laughed.

“That is god-awful,” you coughed, a laugh making its way out of your mouth.

“Oh fuck that’s bad,” she laughed with you, a hand on your shoulder to brace herself.

Both your laughters died down and her hand remained. She looked so beautiful, her hair pulled back in a blue bandana, her regular chef-white swapped for a green t-shirt and white overalls, and a smile on her face. You seized the moment and kissed her, it started out soft, cautious. Though it quickly divulged into something less sweet. Her tongue was in your mouth and your hands were roaming her waist. She gasped when you bit her lip and you smirked into the kiss. A buzzing noise pulled you two apart, heavy breathing and an uncomfortable stare of ‘what did we just do?’. You grabbed your buzzing phone, bag, and jacket, and left her in the restaurant.

Was it the coward’s way out? Yes. Did that matter much to you? No.

Not one bit.

#sydney adamu #the bear hulu #the bear #carmy berzatto #the bear fx #syd adamu #sydney adamu x reader #the bear fic #fluff #sydney adamu fluff

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ladybellissima · 7 months

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Finding Love Katakuri x Reader Part 10

"Damn it you little beast!"

Forceful he grabbed (Y/N)'s hair and pushed her to the ground.

"You will pay for biting my hand.", he hissed and smacked her across the face. The pain burnt on her cheeks, while she started to feel lightheaded.

Days? Or just some hours? She lost the track of time, while she fighted over and over again to avoid of being touched by this disgusting man. How long would she be able to endure it. She couldn't sleep, couldn't drink or eat, while her body was on high alert all the time. She knew that they wanted to break her. To loose the will to go on and becoming a puppet. (Y/N) bite her lips hardly to surpress a crying shout of pain.

"I won't give up… Never…", she hissed frustrated.

Pulling her up by her hair and close to his face he licked across her cheek and enjoyed her pitful whimper.

"How sweet… You will obey me and do as I say.", he whispered seductively.

"and we have a little fun.", he added, while hovering over her.

"See it as a training for your future job.", he laughed amused about her struggling. (Y/N)'s hatred against the bandit raise and with all she got she pushed the man away from her and kicked him hard into his manhood. Gasping he fall backwards and she was able to crawl away from him.

"Never will I obey you…."

The bandit was cursing and ready to punch some senses into her, but the clicking sound of the cell door let him stop in his tracks.

"Damn it. I told you to not punch her. How will we get a good price, if she looks like that! Let me see.", the captain shouted angered.

Walking closer to her pitful form on the floor, he gave her an intense look. Disgusted (Y/N) turned away from them and hugged herself shaken.

" even in this condition this maid is quite beautiful… How should we call you? Hmm… What's your name? Maybe I like it and you are allowed to keep it", he asked amused, while his crew member came to his side looking angered.

"She tried to get away with the lie that she is Katakuri's wife. How pathetic.", the bandit laughed.

Her name was the only thing she had left in this cruel world and never would she loose that too. Turning towards the men, she slowly got up.

"Believe it or not. My name is (Y/N) Charlotte. Wife of Katakuri Charlotte." she spoke with as much power in her voice, which she was able to.

Sweat rolled down the captain's forehead. Taking his subordinate by the collar, he dragged him out of the cell and smashed him against the wall outside.

" Have you any prove that her story is a lie?", he asked pissed.

"Come on captain. It's obvious. Katakuri Charlotte? Married?", he tried to joke, but the captain got more and more serious.

"I told you to get rare flour or fruits and maybe money. Things, which could be sold easy and with a high price. Things, which they wouldn't come after the moment we leave their territory. If she is really his wife, we are screwed!! Big mom is known for political marriages. It could be true you idiot. They will inform their outposts and we won't be able to leave. Now that I think of it, she didn't wear a servant uniform either. We have to get rid of her to show we are not the target. Selling her would be too dangerous and difficult.", he shouted furiously.

"Captain you don't know if it's true.", the bandit tried to calm him down, but a sudden shadow, which hovered over them let him shut his mouth quickly. Seeing the frightened face of his crew member, the captain turned around and gasp. Crimson eyes looked down to them dangerously, stabbing them like knifes.

"Where is she?", his voice deep and scaring the shit out of them.

"Ka.. Katakuri… Charlotte…", the captain stuttered and fell down on his knees. Shaken he looked for a way to escape, but knew all too well that no one was able to get away, once he was targeted by him. Nevertheless out of instinct he crawled away from him and stopped in his tracks after seeing his whole crew dead on the floor. A huge trail of blood leaded to Katakuri, who looked like he had bathed in it.

"You monster….how could you find us so quickly… ", he spoke shocked and was grabbed by his neck roughly. Pulling him up to his level Katakuri looked angered into his face.

"One last time. Where. Is. My. Wife."

"He took her. It was one of my crew members. I didn't order it. He took her for his pleasure. I just found out. Please spare my life.", the captain pleaded, while pointing to the other bandit, who quickly rushed inside. Alone saying "for his pleasure" let Katakuri's blood boil.

" Give me 1 minute and you will plead for your death. "

(Y/N) laid on the floor breathing heavily. Her condition was getting worse. Closing her eyes she just wanted to sleep. She couldn't stay awake any longer, but loosing the control or maybe getting unconscious was too risky. A sudden scream let her shiver of fear and she crawled into a corner to hide. God was she tired and exhausted. Her door cell was pushed open and the bandit from before entered terrifyed. Shocked (Y/N) pressed her body against the wall, wishing she could just disappear. Frustrated he searched for her in the darkness and it didn't take him long to stop at her weak form.

"Come here…", he growled, while lifting her up and pressing a knife against her neck. The screams of agony stopped and a unbearable silence surrounded them. (Y/N) didn't understand what was going on. His frightened state let her get terrifyed too. She only knew that he used her to survive, but from what?

The sound of breaking wood echoed through the corridor. Step after step someone was coming closer and let her kidnapper shake of fear. (Y/N) focused on the open cell door and suddenly two crimson eyes appeared in the darkness. Her heart raced and tears rolled down her face. This couldn't be real. Gasping she watched Katakuri enter her prison. For a moment she could see his eyes widen, after locking eyes with her. His aura got dangerous and let the room tremble. The air got thick and unbearable to breath. His power and hate was immense that the bandit fall to his knees and (Y/N) fell to the floor. Weakly she tried to move, but couldn't. Katakuri saw (Y/N)'s bruised body and quickly grabbed the man, who dared to touch her. Screaming and pleading for his life like the others he smashed him against the wall roughly. Coughing up blood, the bandit looked terrifyed into Katakuri's face.

"I am struggling with the way to kill you. For every touch, every pain you will pay…", he spoke coldly and smashed him out of the cell. Turning to his wife, he kneeled down to her shaken body. Eyes closed she hid her face in her hands, while sobbing miserably of relief and pain. She was so happy to see him. At the same time it was also frustrating, confusing and painful. Cursing under his breath he hold back badly not to loose his nerves. He hated himself for not being there. For not protecting her. Reaching out his hand, he slowly and as soft as he could, brushed through her dirty hair with his fingers.

"Give me a moment (Y/N)…", he whispered strained and got up to finish his goal. (Y/N) cried bitterly, while the last bandit of the black bandits screamed in agony and lost his life. Coming back he found his wife still laying on the floor, too weak to get up. Her look was exhausted. She couldn't move and just locked eyes with his pained expression. He really came all the way to get her. She was so relieved and shocked at the same time, that she didn't know what to say. Would he be angry again? Shout at her for being so stupid to get caught? Would her life get back to the desperate one she had before? Living under his cold expression?

Kneeling down beside her, he took off his gloves and slowly brushed her tears away. His touch was soft and warm on her cold skin, which let her body tremble more.

"you came…", her voice sounded rough. His look fell onto her legs, torn clothes, bruised arms and let his body shake of sadness and anger.

"did you think I wouldn't?", he asked hurt, while taking off his leather jacket to put it on her body like a blanket. Surprised of his calm attitude she grabbed the leather fabric for support.

"Yeah sure you would…because of our arrangement…but still I wasn't sure.. ", she sobbed bitterly again, while avoiding his saddened look. God he hated himself to make her feel this way.

"I think you don't want me by your side… I am just a burden. Everything I do makes you angry… " she whispered strained. It was hard to speak about it at that moment, but she didn't know what to do anymore. Everything was so confusing. His calm side, his cold side, this life. Sighing deeply Katakuri took her chin softly to turn her face to his strong look. He thought deeply about what to say. So many things were on his mind, but seeing her exhausted state, he knew that she needed recovery quickly, but one thing he had to say, which he never said with so much emotion.

"(Y/N)… I am so sorry. Please forgive me… "

It was the first time (Y/N) saw this strong and brave man shaken slightly. Taking her hand in his, he closed his eyes, while bowing down before her. It was so hard for him to show emotions, which he was afraid of, but for her he would learn to open up again. He would do anything to not loose her again. His words were full of regret and frustrated feelings, that (Y/N) felt sorry for him. Smiling weakly she lifted her hand to glide it into his scarf.

Never was someone so close.

Frozen in the spot, he let it happen,because it was her. He didn't want to hide anymore. He didn't want to be such an idiot again. Nevertheless he feared to show his face. She sure would be shocked or seeing him different, but he treated her so badly that he would accept to offer her his secret.

Eye for an eye.

Closing his eyes, he focused on the sweet warmth she gave him, than his fear of rejection. Feeling his nervous shiver, she avoided going close to his mouth to not make him uneasy. (Y/N) wouldn't push things. It wasn't her intention to see it anyway. With the time she realized that things have to be worked out slow and she would wait as long as it takes. Pressing her soft hand against his cheek, Katakuri looked up surprised into her smiling face. In her worst nightmare, hurt and broken, she still was able to smile and took his breath away. It felt amazing to feel her soft skin on his cheek. A feeling he never experienced before. He was grateful that she didn't expose his face. Leaning into it, he smiled widely under his scarf. (Y/N) felt her heart flutter to see this expression through his eyes. It eased the pain and gave her hope. Hope that she still could reach out to him and stay by his side.

"Katakuri… Please bring me home…"

#romance #fanfiction #karakuricharlotte #katakuri x reader #one piece

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realfunfan · 1 year

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A small piece of a bigger project I'm working on. Basically how my OC would save her brother. Heavy spoilers

Neteyam Lives

My brain almost couldn't comprehend what was happening right now. Neteyam, my big brother, was bleeding out in my lap. His hand clutched mine, feeling clammy. I couldn't tell if it was from the water or his wound. His breath was fast and shallow. I could hear his lungs shuttering. His heart was slowing. Under all the voices of my family, the racing of my own heart, and the crashing of the waves, that’s all I could hear—his heart. Neteyam’s heart is a sound that always brought peace to my life. The Sky People are taking that away from me right now. His grip keeps slipping. He’s gasping. Look at me, Nateyam. It’s ok. You’re going to be ok. A hand rested on my shoulder. Whipping around, Tsireya had a sad look in her eyes. They wear filled with tears. I could feel my eyes start to burn. No. No, he can’t. He’s not going to die!

“Dad… I wanna go home!” Neteyam’s face pinched in pain. My breath shuddered, trying to keep my sobs down. This feeling of rocks in my chest was too much. Dad soothed Neteyam as best he could. His hands shook, too. I tapped his arm. Please, Dad. Do something! We locked eyes and he shook his head.

“I can’t, baby.” I heaved a sob, my throat going raw. An Ikran's cry sounded from above, but I couldn’t look up.

“No!” Mom was here. I watched her collapse near me, hands finding mine and Neteyam’s. "No, no, ,no, no…" Mom kept repeating. Her hands pressed tightly to his wound and he cried. Neteyam. His heart was slowing even more. Why do these people keep hurting us? All this pain because the Sky People killed their land and want ours? They can have it! Take it all! Just leave my family alone. My brother doesn’t deserve this.

"Mo, Mo'teya. Y- You can help him!" Lo'ak reached over and grabbed my four arms. His eyes had a wild look, scared, sad, and hopefully all at once. Everyone looked at us. "You did it in the forest once, we watched you! You saved the syaksyuk without even trying!" The syaksyuk? That was years ago. I haven't been forced to do such a thing in so long. "My daughter, what is he saying?" Mom gasped at me. Could I? It didn't always work. In the lab, many Na'vi died because I failed to revive them. What would my parents say when they realize I can pull someone from Eway's arms? There is no plant to connect to from this rock, no connection to Eywa. I can't- "N-N-No, Mo. Don't," Neteyam croaked. His breathing was beginning to grow shallow and rapid. Only Neteyam knew how harshly reviving a whole person affected me. Only my brother would tell me not to save him. Fuck everyone else. I'm doing this. I don't care if my family ends up abandoning me. I'm doing this. I reached over and pulled Lo'ak's knife from him. Lo'ak reached out and pulled Mom away.

"What are you doing, Mo'teya? What are you doing?" Mom refused to let go of Neteyam's hand. I ignored her, crawling on top of my brother. His chest was drenched in blood, the smell mixing with the water. The water. "Mo, get off! Mo?" Dad tried to pull on my shoulders. "M-Mo, no," Neteyam begged. His hand covered mine, still pressed into his wound. I pulled away from Neteyam and Dad. They needed to shut up and let me concentrate. Taking a big breath, I sliced deep into my palm with Lo'ak's blade. Everyone yelled out while I hissed. This hurt. Fuck, I don't remember this hurting so bad. Blood ran down my hand and onto Neteyam's chest. At the same time, I could feel my chest tightening and my head growing full. So my body remembers. Good. "Shit, Mo," Lo'ak kept my mother from pulling me to her. She choked on her breath, eyes wide. "Lo'ak! Release me!"

I dropped Lo'ak's knife and brought my other hand to my mouth. This was going to hurt more. The shock is wearing off from my left hand. I breathed deep, letting air expand my body, before biting down on my palm. Shit, shit, shit. Yep. This hurt more. So much more. I let go and sniffed. Tears welled up in my eyes again. Please, Eway, let this work. Let me pull another from you. Let me keep my brother. I watched as Neteyam's breath slowed. His chest shook, struggling to fill with air. We held eye contact. His soft eyes pleaded with me. I couldn't figure out whether it was to save him or let him go. I smiled, trying to calm him. All I could do was wait till his heart stopped and he entered Eway's land. Then, his heart thumped for the last time. His eyes held mine as Neteyam himself faded away, leaving empty pits of yellow. Someone, probably Mom, screamed behind me. Now, it's time.

I dug my palm into Neteyam's wound, my blood mixing with his. I reached over and put my hand in the water. Water is a giver and taker of life. Water itself could be used as a direct connection to Eway, like a tree or an animal. This would be my entry point. Get into the connection and cut off the transfer of energy. My family tried to call my attention to them, but Lo'ak and Tsireya kept them away. I ignored all of them, closing my eyes. I needed to clear my head. Calm. Be calm. Breath. In. Out.

In.

Out.

In.

Out. Now count.

One. A bright light flashed behind my eyelids. I could hear voices, so many it was overwhelming. Some called out my name. Some laughed and cheered, and some gasped and sobbed. My hands tingled and burned, half from the power surging in my body, half from the nerves screaming in pain. I couldn't see anything, yet. This was the easy part, just getting in there. I need to find Neteyam before he moves too far out of my reach.

Two. The bright light faded into the forest, and the familiar smell made me want to cry. Bugs buzzed in my ears, animals made their calls. Water was running not far to my left. I walked towards it, hearing Neteyam cheer. Brushing a leaf out of my way, I found my brother, laughing at the fish in the pond. He was smiling so brightly, full of nothing but joy. It was startling to see, compared to the pained and scared look I had just witnessed. “Mo’teya? What are you doing here?” Neteyam had finally noticed me. His eyes blew wide and he seemed concerned. Did he not know what was going on? I reached out a hand, waiting for him to take it. He stared, puzzled. “What is it?” I just shook my head and bobbed my hand. He needed to take my hand so we can get out of here. “Mo, I don’t know what you want. You should go bac-” “Neteyam! Shut up and take my hand!” I couldn't with him right now. I watched Neteyam’s face pale and his mouth pop open. He had never heard my voice before. Funny the first words he hears from me is for him to shut up. “O-Okayyyy. Since when could you speak?” I ignored him and pulled him away from the water. His hand felt warm in mine like this was just a normal day at home. My palms still screamed and burned, so I was still connected to Neteyam. Lo’ak and Tsireya are doing a good job. “Whatever happens, don’t let go.”

Breath in. Breath out. Two.

My eyes slid shut again, after taking the forest in once more. "Mo, I don't like this. Let me find Dad, we gotta tell them you can talk!" I squeezed Neteyam's hand tight as the lights started to flash again. My heart raced and Neteyam's grip turned into hot lightning. I flinched but didn't let go. The forest sounds and smells disappeared slowly and were replaced with voices again. Slowly, I could hear waves crashing. Warm hands cover my shoulders, arms, and hands. Someone said my name over and over again, a whisper. The light slowly faded. Voices one by one disappeared.

One.

I slowly opened my eyes. Neteyam's bright yellow eyes stared back.

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#neteyam #Avatar #avatar: the way of water #Jake Sully #Netyiri #Lo'ak #original character #jake sully x daughter #sully family

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blueicequeen19 · 2 years

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72 Hours

Summary: Your mom marries Rudy’s dad - making the actor your new step brother. You two don’t meet until the wedding and you immediately hate each other despite the obvious attraction. But when Rudy threatens to ruin everything, you have no choice but to step in.

Trigger Warning: cnc, dub-con, blackmail, Somno, forced creampie

I sneak into his bedroom and to my surprise, find him already naked and hard. He must be having a good dream. He’s laying on his back, the blanket tangled in his legs and one muscular arm thrown over his eyes. My throat is suddenly dry just by seeing him like this. I can’t deny the strong desire that I feel in his presence. Even if he is an unbearable kiss ass with his charm. But when it came down to it, he was a man and he wouldn’t be able to resist me. Being a woman was the only card I could play. I wouldn’t let us end up on the street again. It was time I put Rudy in his place.

I strip out of my sleep clothes and crawl up the bed, throwing my leg over his waist so I can straddle him. My heart was racing. My pussy was throbbing. I was excited. I spat in my palm and careful worked his member, getting him nice and wet for me. I couldn’t complain about his size. It was longer than I expected so I had no doubt he’d feel amazing. Rudy moans in his sleep and it sends a jolt straight to my pussy. His cock is pulsing in my hand and I can’t wait any longer.

I lift up and line him up with my entrance. The head slips in and I can’t help but gasp. I brace myself on his chest and try to sink down as quickly as I can. Rudy stirs, his chin lifting up to the ceiling and his mouth hangs open. A long moan leaves his lips and I have to bite my lip to keep myself in check. I just needed him to cum. This wasn’t about me or pleasure.

I start to rock back and forth, my eyes fluttering when my clit meets his skin. His hands fists the sheets and I move faster, bracing myself on his chest as I start to bounce. I watch as his brows furrow together then his eyes slowly open on a groan.

“Wha—.” I smash my lips to his, not halting my movements. He hesitates for a moment before fisting my hair and kissing me hard, his tongue sliding over mine.

“Fuckkkkk. What are you doing to me?” Rudy grunts, his hands sliding down to grip my hips.

“You feel so good.” I purr, getting lost in the pleasure. Rudy tries to sit up but I push him back down.

“Oh, god.” He rasps, dazed and half asleep.

“Shit!” I cry as a powerful orgasm hits me and I dig my nails into Rudy’s chest. He groans loudly, gripping my hips and attempting to lift me off but I bounce harder, coming down onto his chest again as I kiss him.

“Wait, wait, I’m gonna—.” I feel him pulse inside me, his hands tight on my hips as I ride him through his high before dropping down on his chest. I just fucked my step brother.

I blink and sit up as Rudy watches me with hooded eyes, his lips parted as he sucks in breath after breath.

“Y/N, that was—.”

“Let’s get something straight, Rudy, I’m not on birth control. So unless you want the world to know about you knocking up your step sister then you better bury whatever dirt you’ve dug up on my mother.” I watch as his eyes widen and his breathing slows as it sits in. Then his face hardens, blue eyes narrowing at me.

“You fucking bitch. Get off of me.” Rudy sits upright and I scramble away from him, an emptiness like I’ve never felt before settles in between my legs. I snatch up my clothes and move to the door as Rudy seethes.

“You have to take plan B within 72 hours so what’s it gonna be, step bro?” My hand was on the door handle in case he charges me. I could feel his hot cum sliding down my legs. The rage in his eyes should’ve scared me but it didn’t. If anything, I liked it.

“I’ll fucking ruin you both.” Rudy snarls, hands balled into fists but I don’t miss the way his eyes scan my still naked form. I see him hardening again and he quickly cups himself.

“Not if I ruin you first. Drop whatever shit you have on my mother and leave. Go back to your glamorous life. I only want to see you on holidays. If not, I’ll make you a daddy.” I’m afraid to move, afraid he’ll lunge for me like a caged lion.

“I’ll shove that plan B down your fucking throat.” Rudy snatches up a pair of black boxers and slips them on.

“Your scare tactics won’t work on me. You’re the one who should be afraid of me. I’ve proved I’ll get my way one way or another. 72 hours Rudeth.” I throw the door open and slip out before Rudy can come for me. At this point, it was him or me.

And I chose me.

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milimeters-morales · 10 days

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chapter 5 of the transfem miles fic :3

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chap 6

Wordcount: 4k+

Warnings: Someone's transphobic towards a side character, if you don't wanna read that then skip from "two in the afternoon" all the way to "Miles has been helping around the city all day"

“What did you say?”

Miles swallows down his hesitation, can feel the sweat running down his back, and breathes heavily out his nose.

“I… I told Peter and one of his friends… about us. Being together.” Each word feels like he’s digging further and further into his own grave.

Ganke takes off his glasses and rubs at his eyes, “That’s great, man. I honestly didn’t think you’d be ready.” He then places his glasses back on and turns back to play on his computer.

Miles stares at him, dumbfounded.

What?

“What?”

Ganke hums. “What? I mean, you’re always hiding me from everybody, I just didn’t expect you to--”

“No,” Miles says, “is… is that it? You aren’t mad? You’re not gonna leave?” He asks, voice shaking. He can feel the rocks in his stomach and the adrenaline making him his limbs feel light.

Ganke quickly turns to face him again, and Miles can see his eyes shining ever so slightly. Shit.

“Leave? What? Why would I do that?” He asks in disbelief. “Miles, you know I never really liked keeping us a secret. This is… actually amazing, I can tell my mom, you can tell your parents--”

Miles feels cold dread stab him in the stomach, and he holds in the “no” that wants to escape his mouth. Ganke’s eyes lighting up makes him bite the inside of his cheek.

“--well, maybe we can wait a bit before we tell my mom,” Ganke amends with a slightly bitter tone, “but no man, I’m not mad. Should we tell Gwen or do you think Pav told her already?”

Still trying to wrap his mind around Ganke not storming out of the dorm right now, Miles doesn’t respond. His heart feels like it’s beating way too fast, and he feels the sweat coming back full force, running down his face and back. His face feels hot, and he just wants to curl into himself until he gets so small that he merely pops out of existence.

“Ganke, I’m really sorry,” Miles finally says after a few unsure moments of silence. “I just… it was an accident, like with Pavitr. I didn’t actually want to… tell anyone? Not yet.”

Ganke actually pauses the game he’s playing, and fully turns in his chair to give Miles a quizzical look. “What?”

God, here comes the most difficult part.

Miles sits down on Ganke’s bunk, taking off his gloves and fidgeting with his fingers. “I’m still not ready. I know that… I know that you want to let people know, but I… just can’t. I’m--”

Ganke shakes his head, “You’re sorry, I know. I just… why? I mean, your parents are so supportive of literally everything else you do, the rest of your friends are going to accept us,” he trails off, looking away with a frown. “I know you’re scared, but we should at least tell… I want your parents to know about me, I don’t want to just keep lying to their faces and sneaking around all the time ...”

Miles looks down at his hands. He always knew that Ganke never really wanted their relationship to be secret, but already made it clear he wasn’t going to pressure Miles to come out to anybody before he was ready.

“I know, I know. I want to tell them too--”

“Do you?” Ganke interrupts, his tone causing Miles to look up and meet his eyes.

No , he thinks. “I… I already-- I’m Spider-Man, and you know they still aren’t… Look, I can’t keep pushing all this…” Miles struggles to get the rest of the sentence out as he realizes how bad it sounds.

The other boy seems to realize what he was going to say, because his gaze turns sharp, hurt flashing almost too quick for Miles to catch, before he sighs. “Miles, let’s… not. We’ll talk about this in the morning, or something.”

“Yeah,” Miles agrees numbly, crawling up into his own bunk and changing into his sleep clothes. “I love you, you know that.”

Ganke doesn’t respond, which makes the rocks that settled in Miles’s stomach feel like they were going to drag him through all the floors in this very building and into the Earth’s core, but when he looks over, he sees Ganke already has his headphones on, facing the wall.

He’s going to be sick. He’s overreacting to this, it’s normal for Ganke to be upset right now and not want to see him or talk to him any longer. They can work this out. They love each other, and that won’t change.

Miles leans back into his own bunk, and stares at the ceiling for the rest of the night.

____

The cool breeze stings his cheeks as he walks down the street with Ganke. His boyfriend. He squeezes his hand briefly.

“Miles, don’t. I know you don’t even wanna hold my hand right now,” Ganke mumbles.

“I do,” Miles insists, because he really does--

“But you’re scared,” Ganke says--

because he really is.

“I… I don’t want to be, I want to hold your hand,” Miles tries to insist, hating how weak his voice sounded. He did want this, why couldn’t he at least sound like it? “I don’t want to be scared of what anyone thinks--”

“How about this, we start slow. And on purpose, this time, we can…” Ganke trails off.

“You don’t think it’s a good idea,” Miles guesses.

“Well I don’t have any other plans, man. I don’t wanna just keep us secret for the rest of our lives,” Ganke says, tucking his hands in his pockets. His glasses fog up when he sighs, “But I don’t want to scare you off or anything. I don’t know.”

Miles turns his gaze to the ground.

“Maybe… yeah. We start slow. I can tell people… on purpose,” he agrees, swallowing the rocks in his throat. They settle back in his stomach, waiting.

“But you’re not sold on the idea?”

“No, no. But I can… try?” That’s what relationships are about, right? Trying? Meeting halfway and all that.

Ganke is quiet for a few minutes while they walk. His breath fogs up his glasses, and splashes from the puddles they step in are freezing, even through their pants.

“Yeah. Okay,” he mumbles. “Who do you have in mind?”

Nobody, but Miles doesn’t say that. He looks around, squinting at the slowly rising sun.

Alright, he could do this. He could try telling people. Pavitr and Peter already know, and they’ve done nothing but be supportive, or in Peter’s case, be annoying. The man probably told his wife, and his baby, who would’ve babbled nonsense back at him, and that friend-- Richard, he thinks-- probably…

Take a deep breath.

Probably didn’t tell anybody. He probably forgot all about it. Miles doesn’t even exist in that world, he would have no reason to go around telling people about some random guy’s relationship worries.

“Do you have anyone in mind?” Ganke asks him, unimpressed with the answering silence.

“Um… yes.”

“Really? Who?”

Miles gulps.

____

Even on Earth-42, a city that’s overrun with villains controlling more than they should, there’s still annoyingly loud morning traffic. Horn honking, tires screeching, car engines sputtering, and the jumbled muffled noise of people yelling at each other reaches Miles even when he’s hundreds of feet in the air. But it’s all just background noise. He’s not focusing on that. He’s focusing on how to not die inside trying to confess what he’s about to confess.

“So why did you make me come up here? You’re not here to pull an O’hara, right?” G. asks him, slowly coming closer to join him on the edge of the roof.

The two chuckle at their inside joke, but Miles notices the other’s tense shoulders. Does he really look like that right now too? He relaxes his shoulders just the tiniest amount.

“I just… wanted to tell you something. Away from Ma and Uncle Aaron-- it’s personal, so…”

“What? Did something happen? Is it about both of us?” G. suddenly straightened up from his slouch, eyes narrowing slightly.

Oh man, wouldn’t that be a relief.

“No, it’s just… I don’t want anyone else to know. It’s a secret.”

“Is it a girl?” G. asks hesitantly. “Uncle Aaron’s got better advice than me, though, so…”

Miles swallows the rocks in his throat back down to his stomach, where they finally settle and wait. He feels a shiver go down his spine, and sweat forms on his forehead. God, why didn’t he think to put his suit on before he came here? He could at least hide the more obvious tells that he was scared out of his mind.

“Nah, it’s not that,” certainly not a girl, “I just… uhh…”

Say it. Tell him. Tell him you’re-

“Did you kill somebody?”

“No! Dude, what the hell!” Miles shouts.

“Hey, don’t get loud with me! I was just asking! You look like you’re about to pass out!” G. grumbles, running a hand down one of his braids. “Probably shouldn’t be on the edge, come on.”

With a huff, Miles joins his alternate self in retreating from the roof’s edge and sitting down near the door leading to the stairwell. He picks up a pebble and tosses it up in the air repeatedly, trying to count his breaths.

He can do this. His anxiety and fears are irrational. Everything about G. shows that he’s bound to be accepting. And even if he isn’t, he wouldn’t gain anything by outing Miles to anyone else here, and he doesn’t even really care about Miles’s friends enough to want to tell them anything.

He can do this. If not for himself, then for Ganke. Ganke deserves it. His boyfriend deserves it.

“I’m…”

G. tilts his head, one brow raised.

Miles lets the rock drop and hides his face in his hands, groaning loudly. “I can’t do thiiissss…”

“Look man, you ain’t gotta tell me if you don’t want to,” G. tells him awkwardly, stiffly patting his shoulder in understanding. “I don’t tell you a lot of stuff.”

Miles peeks between his fingers. “Yeah? Like what?” He asks forlornly.

The other boy gives him a flat look. Yeah, okay.

“That’s the thing though,” Miles sighs, picking at his lip, something G. gently slaps his hand away for, “I want to tell you! It’s super important, and I kinda made a promise to tell you already.”

“And you hate breaking promises,” G. says. “But you hate telling me whatever this super important secret is… more than that.”

“You’re making it sound really bad.”

G. rolls his eyes, “Who did you even promise that to? Ma? Your dad?”

“Ganke. It’s super important to him that I tell somebody, and I promised to tell you like… earlier this morning. I hate breaking promises to him, man.” Miles wonders if that was too much information to give, and that G. would guess what he was supposed to confess anyway. Shit, that would be way worse than him just outright saying it… what if G. guesses it and stays quiet about it but secretly hates him because of that?

Stop it, stop it brain, Miles thinks to himself, furrowing his brows.

“Ganke? Is this about… y’know--”

Miles swears his heart stops for a second.

“--his crush?”

His WHAT?

“Yeah, Barbara? She’s… shit, you didn’t know?!” G.’s eyes widen, and he waves his hands as if trying to dispel the words. “Then forget about it!”

Miles stands up, feeling like ice cold water was just dunked on him. “His what?! No no no, don’t you walk away--”

G. groans and hides his face in his hands, “ Ay, bendito, that’s-- that’s super personal!”

“Then why did you think that’s what I was talking about!”

“Because what else would he tell you to tell another version of yourself that would probably already know?! Dude, seriously , you need to calm down--”

“Calm down?! Calm down?! He’s my--”

G. tugs on a braid as he takes a step back for some reason, “I know he’s your best friend, and we liked Barbara first, but he doesn’t even like her anymore! It’s probably the same with your Ganke!”

Huh?

“I… don’t… I don’t like Barbara,” Miles says after a few moments of tense silence.

“What--”

“I don’t even know who that is, man,” he elaborates.

“Then why’re you so heated?”

This is your chance! Tell him the truth, Miles!

“I just…”

He can’t do this.

“I was upset that he wouldn’t tell me something like that. I’m his best friend!” He settles on. The words make his entire body feel cold, and the rocks in his stomach grow heavier with guilt. He isn’t the best liar, but a shamefully large part of him hopes G. buys this one.

“Well, if it’s the same in your world, maybe he just wasn’t sure. And just because you’re friends doesn’t mean he has to tell you everything, you sound overbearing.”

“I didn’t say he had to tell me everything,” Miles bites out.

“Yeah, whatever. What were you gonna tell me?”

Miles shrugs him off, “Don’t worry about it. I’ll tell you some other time.”

G. gives him another flat look and crosses his arms. “Aight, I’m leaving. Waste of my time…”

“Tell Mom and Uncle Aaron I said hi.”

G. doesn’t answer, and leaves Miles alone on the roof.

Ugh. Way to go, genius.

____

How is it only two in the afternoon?

“Well, thousands of years ago, some ape invented keeping track of time, so now we’re here,” the caretaker responds humourlessly.

Miles went back home, deciding to spend the rest of the day helping out in his own world. He’s in a homeless shelter, keeping the lights on with his own electricity until the backup generators are fixed. “Don’t quit your dayjob, ma’am,” he responds dryly, startling a laugh out of the lady. “How’d those generators break, anyway? I never asked about that.”

A somewhat elderly man sitting nearby responds, “Rats.”

A woman texting on her phone nearby scoffs, “Dad, it wasn’t rats. You were hearing things, again.”

“I’m not the crazy one, I know what I heard.”

“I’m not crazy, I told you to stop calling me that!”

The caretaker brings the man a sandwich and bowl of banana slices, shooting Mlies a look as if he started the argument. “The official story is that it’s an old generator, it was just a matter of time before it went kaput,” she tells him.

“And the unofficial story?” He presses, crossing his arms and raising a brow.

“Some assholes took a whack at it,” she whispers to him.

“Why cover that up?” He whispers back, eyes widening.

“So that some people here don’t lose it. A lot of them have no where else to go after this, and we don’t want them to get scared and think we’re being targeted,” she explains, glancing at the two still arguing, “we don’t want to take this away from them because of this one-off thing.”

“What if it’s not a one-off attack?” Miles can’t help but ask, frowning. “Even if it is, you should still let them know the truth.”

“Wow, your mask is really expressive. You look devastated,” the caretaker comments, not answering his question.

“Thank you, I helped design it,” he replies instead, making a mental note to swing over this shelter more often. Something tells him now isn’t the time to debate or argue with her.

Another woman, probably around his mom’s age, shuffles into the room with a tall pile of clothes in a basket. “Hey, the washer and dryer working?”

“Yeah, thanks to Spidey here,” the caretaker says, waving her hand in his general area.

“Thanks Spidey,” she says, “I’m Jeremy.”

Miles blinks, “No problem, Jeremy,” he tells him. Hopefully his embarrassment doesn’t show through the mask either.

Jeremy walks past everyone to another room, presumably the laundry room.

The old man scoffs loudly, “You’re still letting her work here?”

The way he says it makes Miles tense his shoulders and jaw.

“He,” the caretaker corrects sharply, “is a great volunteer, and is washing your clothes for you without complaining.”

The old man grumbles, goes to look at his daughter, and gives up the argument when he sees her glaring angrily at him. “Whatever. Too old to be dealing with this,” he mutters as he walks out of the room.

“I’m sorry about him,” the daughter says quietly and stiltedly to Miles and the caretaker, face quickly turning pink as she follows him.

The caretaker doesn’t respond to that, only dragging her hand down her face and rolling her eyes. “Poor kid. He’s gotta deal with those types that don’t even like him. I don’t know how he keeps coming back.”

“Well, my mom has to treat some real jerks at work, and she still goes back,” Miles tells her, “I think it makes Jeremy a pretty great guy. Putting up with all that so people can have clean clothes.”

The caretaker looks at him and smiles warmly. “You’re a good kid, Spidey. Don’t let anything change that.”

“I’m--” Miles coughs, and deepens his voice slightly, “I’m a grown man.”

The caretaker laughs at him, shaking her head.

____

Miles has been helping around the city all day after that, not stopping once for a break for himself.

It started storming at one point, rain seeping into his suit and chilling him to the point of numbness, resulting in a peaceful trance as he swung around, offering a hand wherever he could.

Sent down to the subway, Miles helps a group of teens find their art wall. Two boys and three girls were just wandering down here, clearly lost, and with their descriptions, he was able to figure out exactly what mural they were looking for. He hopes they don’t realize another mural-- his own, with the other spider-people and his uncle-- is nearby; he doesn’t want it to end up getting attention if the kids decide to take a picture or something, and he couldn’t really explain why he’d stop them either. “The guy who painted this is my friend,” doesn’t sound convincing, and even if it did, what if he ran into these kids as Miles down here? That would be a whole new thing to deal with and lie about!

“Hey, are you actually allergic to cinnamon?” One of the teens ask him, breaking him out of his thoughts as he leads them down the tracks. “Or am I reaching?”

“Why would I be allergic to cinnamon? Where did you hear that?” He questions her, dropping down now that they were getting close. He looks at the group of teens, noticing most of them were slightly taller than him. Which was only slightly annoying.

“Well,” one of the boys begins, “we binging your fail compilations--” Oh come on , Miles thinks-- “and you ran into a wall when running from that candy cane villain. Remember that?”

“Uh-huh,” Miles nods, crossing his arms. It was a few days after Christmas when he first became Spider-Man, and a major embarrassment even if he did end up winning.

“You said you were allergic to peppermint when a reporter asked why you ran, so we searched it up and spiders hate cinnamon too.”

Damn, he did say that, didn’t he? It was to save a bit of face, but the smell honestly did make him want to gag and made him so irritated that he had to do more running away than fighting. Sue him, he wasn’t about to throw up as Spider-Man. Guess he has to roll with the lie now.

“I like cinnamon most of the time,” Miles finally answers, “only really how my mom uses it.”

“Oh!” One of the girls pipes up, “Have you ever done the cinnamon challenge? You totally should!”

Miles lets out a sharp laugh, “And what, embarrass myself on the internet again? Willingly?”

“You already do that,” one of the boys says dryly.

“Ouch, you should be a little nicer! I am the one leading you through here,” he jokes.

“Sorry,” the boy drawls, not sounding sorry in the slightest.

They are quickly coming up to the mural, so Miles takes his leave. “Will you guys need help getting out of here?” He asks them, placing his hands on his hips. “I can hang around, and you can just call for me when you’re done.”

“Nope, her uncle can come pick us up when we’re done adding the finishing touches to this,” one of the boys responds, pointing to a girl that’s pulling out her phone.

The mention of the girl’s uncle sends a pang straight through his heart, but he just nods his head, taking in the mural once more.

He’s passed it maybe twice before, and It was a really beautiful work of art, messy in a way that screams authenticity and just pure fun, not following any sort of rules or guides. Just a collage made and continuously added on to by complete strangers. There was a group of smiling stick figures all circling the planet, and a realistic heart painting above in the colors of the gay pride flag. There were several more hearts painted haphazardly around, all in different styles, some of them were national and disability flags too, each surrounded by flowers and more smiling stick figures, a few in wheelchairs. There were even some printed out articles glued or taped around, mostly about accomplishments great and small for the communities painted. There was a cardboard sign nearby that said, “Make Your Mark!” with an arrow pointed to the mural, inviting anyone who wants to add to it.

It was probably one of his favorites, if he was being honest.

Miles would have to come back later anyway, just to see what these kids added to the mural.

____

He sighs and opens his bedroom door. “I got the oranges,” he calls out, peeling off his mask and tossing it behind him.

“Miles, go change, no Spider-Man at the table. You’re soaked, what did we tell you--” His dad tells him as he takes the bag from him, tossing a large towel at his face.

“But Spider-Man did really good today, can’t he get a few scraps?” He jokes.

“You know what I meant,” his dad mumbles, “go change. Your mother’s trying a new recipe, and I’m not getting my tastebuds burnt off alone.”

Miles’s eyes widen, “Are you sure Spider-Man shouldn’t get involved?”

“I can hear you two!” His mom laughs from her experimenting in the kitchen.

Once he’s in his room, he takes a few minutes to relax. He removes his suit, dries off, and puts on a plain tee shirt and some shorts, wincing when the shirt snags on his earrings. After giving himself a once-over to make sure there aren’t any bruises, cuts, trackers, or old gum he missed, he decides to text his friends.

|Miles Morales 1610-B: Hey hows it going

|Gwen Stacy 65-B: bsuy w fight

|Miles Morales 1610-B: lmk if you need help

Okay, well Gwen’s occupied. Pavitr’s… probably still asleep, since it’s the weekend… Hobie prefers calling, and Miles really doesn’t want to do that right now… hmm.

|Miles Morales 1610-B: Hey margo how have you been?

|Margo Kess 22191-B: hi it’s been going i guess! Wbu

|Miles Morales 1610-B: Nothing much just saving the day and hating school

|Margo Kess 22191-B: felt that lol

|Margo Kess 22191-B: im actually about to help gwen with this weird villain

|Margo Kess 22191-B: its a surprise tho so dont tell her

“Oh,” Miles quietly says aloud, sitting down on his chair.

|Miles Morales 1610-B: Thats super nice of you!!

|Margo Kess 22191-B: yeah i want to be close again like we used to be

Huh. That’s interesting. Gwen never mentioned that she used to be close with Margo, and vice versa. Miles fights down a rush of… something close to jealousy, but not quite that. He knows Gwen made a few friends while she was in the Society, but she didn’t really like to talk about her time there in general. And he never really asked anyway, with a wound that fresh. Shoot, should he have asked at any point regardless? He doesn’t want to come off like he doesn’t care.

You’re overthinking again.

|Miles Morales 1610-B: Good luck

Does that look sarcastic? Or bitter?

|Margo Kess 22191-B: thanks dude :)

“Thank god,” Miles lets out a sharp breath, not realizing he was even holding it. He puts his watch in his nightstand and lays back on the bed, pulling out his phone, about to text Ganke--

Nevermind! That would mean he’d have to tell him he didn’t tell G. about their relationship. If he simply… forgot to text Ganke, perhaps…

No.

He needs to tell somebody . Tonight .

“Miles, come help cook!” his mom shouted from the kitchen.

____

“You okay?”

Miles blinks, looking down at the ball of meat he’s been rolling for the past five minutes. “Yeah, I’m fine,” he answers. “Just a bit tired after saving the day, you know how it is.”

“Mm,” his dad hums, not wanting to talk about anything Spider-Man related, Miles guesses. “Just checking. You’re really tense.”

Miles unclenches his jaw and lets his shoulders drop to a more natural position. “I’m not.”

“Miles, you can talk to us. Me and your mother have seen a lot--”

They have? Miles feels lightheaded, and the rocks forming in his stomach are making him tense up again to not fall over.

“--whatever happened out there tonight, you can tell us. We know there’s a lot of stuff out there, stuff no kid should have to handle, and… we just want you to be honest...”

Miles could cry right now. Oh my god. They didn’t know, his dad was just talking about being traumatized on the job from getting horrible injuries or whatever. He swears he heard angels singing for a second there.

“I know, Dad,” Miles says, slightly impressed at how steady his voice sounded. He can’t see his dad, but Miles swears he can sense the unease and disappointment in the air around him.

Miles understands. The part of him that isn't cheering is screaming that he’s ruined his chance to be honest again, for his own selfish reasons. But the other part, the one that fiercely shields him as he hides away in that closet, simply leaves a cold relief as it washed over him.

“Miles, are those piercings infected? They look dark,” his mom points out as she comes back into the kitchen to finish cooking.

The lobes themselves are warm to the touch, now that he actually pays attention. “They do?”

“Yes, are you pulling on them? I told you not to go through any sewers, any dumps, and to clean them everyday!” she scolds, “They’re going to itch like crazy and drive you mad now.”

“It’ll be fine, ma,” Miles chuckles, realizing he actually has been slacking in cleaning them, “I can handle some itching.”

“Oh, Jeff, our son’s laughing about that infection,” his mom places a hand on her cheek, “We’ll have to call the priest.”

“It’s not an infection, mami.”

“Yep, I see the life leaving him right now,” his traitorous dad joins in.

“Guys, c’mon,” Miles laughs, “I’ll clean them after dinner.”

“Our last meal together,” his dad mumbles, shaking his head and wiping away imaginary tears.

____

Miles waited until his parents were asleep to sneak out onto the roof of their apartment building, creeping into the greenhouse.

He still needs to tell somebody, even more so now that he has an entirely new person to potentially worry about. Miles doesn’t know who this Barbara girl is, but if she exists here, that means Ganke could have a crush on her, and the very thought of that is making Miles’s brain go haywire. It doesn’t even make total sense in his brain; instead of neurons, there are just jumbled wires and a cacophony of incoherent panicked shouting.

He sits down on the floor of the greenhouse, hunching over and pulling at his hair.

Be smart about this , Miles thinks to himself. Don’t freak out, don’t freak out… He needs-- there’s gotta be a list. What was it Peter’s friend said? Start a journal, or something. He should list the problems, make a plan of action. That’s the smart thing to do.

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