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16bruises · 10 months

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A conversation between Miles and Peter B after the events of Across the Spider-Verse

”Truth without love is brutality, and love without truth is hypocrisy”

-Warren Wiersbe

“Hey-hey Miles, buddy listen-“ Peter B took a moment to catch his breath and check on Mayday before continuing, “when Miguel gets pushback he tends to.. uhm overreact.”

Miles stared deadpan at Peter before mumbling, “I feel like I, of all spider-people, would know that.”

“Well- Yeah- Well, you know- Miguel just- He” Peter fumbled with his words for a good minute before combing his fingers gently through Mayday’s bright red hair and started over slowly.

“I know you have some idea of what happened with Miguel’s daughter, he just… has a really really really hard time listening to alternatives when it comes to this kinda stuff Miles. And hey, don’t get me wrong, you were makin’ more sense to me than he usually does.” Peter chuckled lightly.

“I thought he was going to kill me” Miles fully turned to face Peter, “I thought he was going to kill me for not being bit by a spider that got into MY universe or for not being my universe’s Peter Parker and then I thought he’d go after my Dad.” Miles’ voice grew hoarse towards the end of his words, his eyes starting to water as he remembered the pure fear and adrenaline that had pumped through his veins while being chased down by Miguel O’Hara.

Peter, careful to not upset the young boy further, tugged Miles close and wrapped a strong arm around his shoulders. “I’m sorry Miles, if.. If I’d known I swear to god I would’ve done something- gotten you home so fast, kid. I would’ve done something I swear.” He spoke softly, mindful of his sleeping baby.

Miles glanced down at Mayday before leaning into Peter’s shoulder, accepting his safe hold. “I believe you, I trust you, ok? I know it might not be your place but could you just explain Miguel’s situation? At least a little bit more to me, if you’re alright with that.”

Miles’ eyes darted down to the ground awkwardly as he waited for Peter to respond.

Peter patted Miles’ shoulder and sighed, “Yeah, I don’t see why not. Most of the spider society knows about it anyways”

Miles faced back towards Peter, “I just wanna understand his situation a little better so maybe I could see where he’s coming from… you get me?”

Peter smiled sadly and patted Miles’ shoulder again, “Yeah Miles, I get you.”

“As you know- Miguel took the place of another man. He stole that man’s life and he paid the price for doing so.” Peter’s eyes stare out into the cityscape as he speaks,

“Miguel had a daughter, Gabriella. She was pretty young when… everything fell apart.

He had a wife there too, a really lovely lady.”

“Anyways, when that universe fell apart Miguel wasn’t able to save Gabriella, she disappeared straight out of his arms.” Peter leans down to press a quick kiss onto Mayday’s little forehead, “I think that’s always been a hard thing for him to grasp, that he genuinely couldn’t DO anything to save her at that moment.”

“But his wife, (y/n), he got her out. He got her to his actual universe. I don’t think you met her, I only met her once or twice. She lives in 2099 now.”

“How did he get (y/n) out?”

“I think he panicked at the first sign of the end and told her some stuff but who really knows? The only facts we do know is that she’s the only survivor from her universe and she had a dimensional travel watch thingy on when her universe kicked the bucket.”

“Do you think Miguel told her to wear the watch?” Miles stared down at his hands as he whispered.

“…yeah, he probably did. He probably did the same with Gabriella too. But, what little girl is gonna happily wear a hunk of metal while she plays soccer? Y’know?”

Miles hummed in response and glanced at Peter, catching him with his shoulders slumped and his face sad.

“Anyways.. back to what I was saying— Miguel’s wife, (y/n), survives the destruction of her universe. He’s heartbroken over Gabriella but he’s trying to focus on his wife. He goes to console her about the literal death of everything and everyone she’s ever known…

and she doesn’t know what the hell he’s talking about. In fact, she doesn’t know where they are, why he seemed so upset, where Gabriella was.”

Miles squinted, “I’m confused”

“She didn’t remember anything. She didn’t remember Miguel, the one we both know. Her memory.. her memory only went up to a certain point. Come to find out she can’t remember anything past Miguel -her Miguel’s death.” Peter huffed,

“Miguel was already losing it because his baby girl was gone and now the love of his life didn’t remember him.”

“But that wasn’t HIS daughter or wife”

Peter turned to face Miles, “He still loves them, a lot. A ton.” Peter responded sternly.

Miles looked back down at his hands, “You said (y/n) lives in 2099 still but she still doesn’t remember what happened to her kid?”

“Yeah, it’s… rough.” Peter tilted his head upwards, looking at the sky

“And you said you’ve met her”

“I have.” Peter could see the curious tilt of Miles’ head in the corner of his eye.

“The first time I met her was a little before MJ told me she was pregnant so it didn’t hit as close. Thinking back on it though, I-I couldn’t imagine.” Peter sounded distraught,

“I was gonna ask Miguel something, I honestly can’t remember what, it’s not important. And she, (y/n), was just… there. Miguel was showing her these videos of their daughter and (y/n) kept asking when Gabriella’s soccer practice would be over because she couldn’t remember what time they ended.” Peter looked downwards at Mayday before carding his fingers through his hair and deeply sighing.

“If (y/n)’s been away from her kid for so long wouldn’t she catch on? At least notice that something was up?”

“You’d think so but I think having your universe of origin wiped from existence probably messes with your brain. She glitches out even though she’s basically shackled, nobody’s ever seen her without the dimensional watch on.”

“Do you think she’s gonna.. not.. be around as long?”

“I’ve heard she’s been glitching more frequently so, she probably won’t be around for as long as she should’ve been.”

“What was the second time you met her like?” Miles fidgeted with his fingers nervously. He could tell Peter was sad about and for Miguel and (y/n).

“Hm… Miguel wasn’t there that time, it was just her. And it was after Mayday had been born. I wanna say it was like the 3rd or 4th time I’d brought her with me. Mayday gets loved on LOTS by spider-people but (y/n) just melted. She adored Mayday. Mayday liked her too, it was really cute. I got a ton of pictures by the way… if you wanna see later.” Peter grinned

“I’ve seen more pictures of your baby than I’ve seen spider-people!” Miles groaned playfully.

“HA! Well, anyways not to kick a dead horse- but that whole.. all of that is kinda why Miguel is so hellbent on keeping this canon stuff. We’re all pretty sure (y/n) doesn’t have very long left and that’s not your fault Miles but he’s been getting worse as she gets more and more… uh glitchy? I guess.” Peter patted Miles in the shoulder before pulling his arm away to wrap both around Mayday.

“Do you think she knows about the canon stuff at all?” Miles cracked his knuckles, glanced between his hands and Peter.

Peter kissed Mayday’s hair, “Doubt it” Peter frowned. “Miguel… he’s a hypocrite Miles.”

Miles turned to fully face Peter once again, this time he didn’t know what to say.

“He loves her, I know it. It’s sad. Heartbreaking what he’s gone through.” Peter tucked a loose strand of hair carefully behind Mayday’s ear, “But he’s spiraling, his wife is.. his wife’s dying and he’s not handling it well. Who would? That doesn’t mean he should ever have done what he didn’t to you Miles.” Peter reached a firm hand out to Miles shoulder.

Peter looked up, cleared his throat, “Not to ramble, but my point is: he would and has broken canon for his wife. She, and again I think she’s lovely, should not exist anymore. But he went against everything he claims he stands for to keep her. So.. we’ll get you home Miles, and we’ll make sure you and your dad are safe. If Miguel tries anything.. I don’t think I’d enjoy it but if it comes down to it I will get (y/n) involved if I had to.”

part 2 - Remembrance

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a-aexotic · 1 year

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hi ren, biggg congratulation and the eras tour celebration is such a cool concept 🥳

🌙 please for Rafe and Paris!

pairing. rafe cameron x fem!reader

warnings. literally nothing except fluff, and illusions to smut?

summary. rafe is in love with utterly and fully in love with y/n

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Everything about You and Rafe had been unpredicted, no one in a million years that Rafe "Druggie" Cameron could pull someone like you. You guys getting together was definitely not on anyone's list of things that were going to happen that year, but it did.

And honestly neither of you couldn't care less. You and Rafe were completely and utterly in love with each other and nothing could get in the way.

Rumors, people, family, circumstances. None of that mattered in the case of you two. Especially Rafe. After everything with his sister, always being a second choice, when he finally was someone's first choice, someone's favorite person, none of that mattered. He was his absolute happiest when he was with you.

I'M SO IN LOVE THAT I MIGHT STOP BREATHING.

You and Rafe had been together for a year now and Rafe had done a complete 360 from where he was at before he met you. Last year, he was at the lowest of his life; completely high all the time, partying every night, new girl every week. Now, he was sober and with the love of his life.

It had been a year now and neither of you have had the urge to say the scariest three words in a relationship, especially a relatively new one.

Rafe had realized he loved you two weeks into dating you but of course he hadn't said it, he didn't want to scare you off. He was already crazy enough, imagine if he just told you he loved you two weeks into dating?

Rafe had just something so out of pocket that you let out a loud laughing, making Rafe stop and think for second before joining in your laughter. It was so bad that you genuinely had stopped breathing, hanging on to the counter to stop from falling over. Your eyes were tearing up and Rafe's stomach had begun to hurt.

"Oh my gosh, I love you." You accidentally blurted once you stopped laughing. You and Rafe both instantly jumped up, both staring at each other. Your heart jumped and you didn't know how Rafe was going to react, his face unreadable.

"Wait, what?"

You couldn't back out now. "I-I love you"

Rafe felt like he was going to pass out with excitement. "I love you too, Y/N."

ROMANCE IS NOT DEAD, IF YOU KEEP IT JUST YOURS.

If Rafe had a dime for every time someone had made a rumor about the two of you, he would be richer than his dad and that's saying something. You guys were OBX's favorite topic to gossip about.

Instead of getting offended, you and Rafe had made it into a fun game anytime Sarah had told you something you heard. You guys call it "Would this happen in an alternate universe?"

The game kind of says it all. You and Rafe would see how realistic the rumor was. It became such a fun game for you two that you guys started making up your own rumors as well.

You sat in the passenger seat of the car, listening to Rafe tell you the next rumor. "Y/N left Rafe... for Ward."

You gasped and then let out a giggle, "Ward?"

"Yup."

"That is the most outlandish shit I've ever heard, oh my gosh." You replied making Rafe hum in response, "Never. I would never leave you for Ward, my gosh. How do people come up with these?"

"Never?"

You felt Rafe's gaze on you as you furrowed your eyebrows, "Yes, Rafe. I would never leave you for Ward."

"What about JJ?"

"Maybe..."

Rafe scoffed as you let out another one of your exceptionally loud laughs.

NO, I DIDN'T SEE THE NEWS, CAUSE WE WERE SOMEWHERE ELSE.

For your third year anniversary, Rafe had taken you to a Hawaii Cruise. This was the first time both of you had gone on a trip by yourselves so it was way more fun for the both of you. You guys didn't have to sneak around anywhere, having a lot more alone time then before.

Rafe had gotten a buzzcut a few months ago and you've grown to absolutely adore it. At first, when you got the spontaneous text from Rafe telling you he was buzzing all his hair off, you were going to cry. But once you saw it, you fell in love all over again. It gave him a mature sugar daddy look and you loved it.

One of the reasons why you dreaded him buzzing his hair is that you wouldn't be able to run your finger through his hair but now that it's semi grown, you could kind of do that again.

You and Rafe laid on the pool chair, Rafe laying next to you with his head on your chest as you twisted his semi grown out buzzcut. You guys both watched the dark sky in comforting silence, enjoying each other's company.

You heard Rafe sigh. "I'm so grateful I met you, Y/N."

"Me too, Rafe. Me too."

"No, I mean like... like I seriously can't imagine my life without you in it." Rafe looked up to meet your eyes and you felt like you were going to cry of happiness. "You feel like home, baby. You always have."

"You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, Rafe. I'd be lost without you."

And suddenly everything to Rafe made sense. There was no more confusion on where he was going, what he was doing with his life because it was all clear to him in that moment. It was all you. As long as he was spending his life with you, he was happy.

"Let's get married."

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ros3ybabe · 8 months

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Current Japanese Study Routine + Resources 🎀

As you all may know, I am currently self studying Japanese and Spanish, though I am putting Spanish on the back burner for now so I can focus more on Japanese as that is where my passion lies at the moment. Lucky for me, there is a Japanese language and culture club on my university campus that I am (hopefully) going to join next week or the week after, given how busy my schedule ends up being. I thought I’d make a little post about my current routine that I use to study and what resources I am currently using and am planning on purchasing to use in order to build my proficiency in this beautiful language!

Current Resources 🩷

Apps - I am currently playing around with several apps to see which ones work for me, so here is all the apps I currently have downloaded to my iPad/phone

Duolingo - this has been a go to for all language I’ve ever tried to learn, it’s useful for me as a basic introduction to vocabulary, sentence structure, some grammar, and I just like how it involves typing, speaking, listening, and reading.

Drops - this one is just a fun little 5 minutes gamified way to learn vocabulary for me, it’s definitely a go to on my lazier language learning days

Bunpo - I like this for learning the kana but I didn’t realize it costs money to use fully so I am debating purchasing a subscription to the paid version

Write Japanese - this one I’m using to learn the correct stroke order for the kana and I like it for the most part

Renshuu - I just signed in to use this one last night and it looks interesting. I’ve seen it recommended by several blogs and even when google searching language learning and watching YouTube videos so I’m excited to try it out!

NHK for School - I saw someone recommend this on their blog and I remember using the website version in the past so I know this will be helpful when it comes to reading

Jisho - this is a dictionary app that I’ve seen recommended on so many platforms and I’m always open to a good dictionary!

Japanese - this one was recommended on a blog post and it allows you to add vocabulary and interesting phrases so I thought it’d be useful once I start on learning sentence structure and grammar

Italki - this one is the one I’m most excited to use. It connects you to people who speak and teach your target language for a set timed lesson, and it does cost money but you pay by lesson, not on a subscription basis. So if you do one lesson the first week and then another lesson in three weeks or something, you only pay for those two lessons. I’m really looking forward to trying this one out in the future once I get more comfortable with speaking.

Anki - a flash card app I am using to currently learn hiragana and will soon use for katakana and eventually kanji and phrases. I was gonna use Quizlet but I ended up liking this one better for my current needs.

LingoDeer, Memrise, Babbel, HiNative, HelloTalk, Hey Japan, Busuu, Kanji, Kana, Sensei - apps that I have and have not tried yet. I really like the ones I’ve already tried so I’m not sure if I’m going to use these ones soon but if I get bored of current apps than I at least have alternatives to turn to to continue learning

Textbooks/Workbooks/Materials - I currently own two workbooks but will include the resource I am planning on buying, as well as any stationery material I am also using!

Japanese for Busy People I - This was the workbook we had for the Japanese class I took at my university while in high school. My dad ended up buying it for me if I promised not to take Japanese classes once I went to college. (My parents don’t believe it is useful to know and they are helping pay for my education so I didn’t have a choice.) I haven’t started reusing it yet but once I am comfortable with the kana then I will resume using it.

Let’s Learn Katakana - this is a katakana writing book my older brother bought for me (he is supportive of everything I have an interest in even if he doesn’t understand it himself) and it is really useful for learning and practicing writing katakana. However I am still focusing on relearning hiragana so I will return to this workbook after I solidify my hiragana knowledge.

Genki I and Genki II textbook/workbook + answer key bundle - I am planning to buy this off of Amazon as I have heard from most people who are learning Japanese on their own that this set is really useful for self studying so of course I am going to invest in it once I get paid next week.

I am also looking for a hiragana, katakana, and kanji writing workbook to practice those skills.

Free Online Resources -

YouTube!

Anime!

Music

Manga

Anything free I can find online when google searching resources

Stationary Supplies -

Kokuyo Campus Smart Ring Binder in pink

Tombow Fudenosuke Brush Pens in black

Index cards

Pilot g-2 fashion pens

Zebra mild liner highlighter/markers

Papermate Mechanical Pencils

Mini notebook to carry around for vocabulary

My iPad + Apple Pencil + Goodnotes 5

My Chromebook

A lot of resources but I am trying to stick with this for the long term. A few years ago, I self studied Japanese everyday for about 2 years and gained a good understanding but fell off from studying Japanese when I went to university.

My Current Study Routine* 🎀

*when I have more than 30 minutes to study, if I only have 30 minutes or less I just mess around on my language apps

I currently do not use any workbooks or textbooks as I am trying to re familiarize myself with the language. Here’s my current study routine!

Practice Anki flashcards 3 times or until I get 85-90% correct

Practice hiragana writing in Write Japanese app (~10min)

Duolingo lessons for 10 minutes

1 Japanese language Drops lesson

Use Renshuu until I get bored (~10-15min)

Watch an episode of anime as a reward (Japanese audio with English subtitles)

I will switch this up to a more structured way of studying once I start using my textbooks and workbooks, but for now this relaxed style of learning is working for me time wise and attention wise (ADHD brain right here).

I also listen to Japanese music throughout the day and try to recall hiragana characters correctly in my head when I have the time. I also sneak in some practice when at work on my apps and whatnot. I mentioned in my last daily check in some of my favorite Japanese artists, and I also love Japanese versions of K-pop songs too! I’m currently watching Bungou Stray Dogs on crunchyroll right now, and I’m open to any recommendations for what to watch next!

If anyone has any language learning tips or resources they’d want to share, feel free to comment! It would be greatly appreciated!

Til next time my lovelies 🩷🤍

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elsfleur · 10 months

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⋆·˚ ༘ * TRUE BLUE PROLOGUE

ellie williams x reader

summary: being a miller is the closest thing ellie has felt to being safe, love no longer an unknown currency she felt unworthy of– though when she and her sister sarah fall in love with the same girl it is sure to ruffle some feathers in the peaceful life.

content warning: unrequited sarah miller x reader, pining and anticipation, mentions of marijuana usage, alternative universe plot, light nsfw content, based on this joel fic, this is only a prologue i’ll write it only if you guys want me to

word count: 557

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sarah miller was the textbook definition of charm in its very own exclusive personification, from the bright eyes to the citrus perfume, she was a radio song that got you tapping your fingers to the rythym on the wheel in the midst of a particularly stressful day, a silver lining. ellie miller on the other hand, was more similar to beer or sushi, an acquired taste. a good fantasy for cold nights but not quite the company you’d aspire to keep in warm mornings. and it would’ve been fine, truly, neither of them cared for their differences or evoked sibling rivalry, together in all that mattered and oh so far apart in the aspects that didn’t– there was a homely peace in the miller household that exceeded expectations for such strong personalities and it would’ve remained so if it wasn’t for an unexpected similarity between the sisters: their taste in women.

“ellie are you listening?” joel cut her off from her thoughts, his voice managing to echo past the loud music blasting through her headphones quick to be pushed down to her neck as he beckoned the girl over from her place at the couch towards the kitchen table where her sister stood chuckling disapprovingly, pouring treats into small colorful containers “is she ever?” sarah joked, getting slapped in the arm playfully.

“what, are we prepping for a candyland party or just bulking up for winter?”

“sarah is having a friend over”

“a friend” ellie repeated in raised eyebrows looking only at the blush that crept up her older sister’s cheeks ever so subtly as she shook her head, sending ellie a small glare for the implication joel had thankfully not caught on “what’s his name?”

“her name” sarah cleared her throat “anyways it doesn’t matter the point was you need to help me get these up to my bedroom” she shoved two of the containers into ellie’s hands before trailing off to their inconveniently shared room she was apparently being kicked out from for the day. as they finally reached the door, sarah motioned her elbow to stop the doorknob opening bringing ellie’s attention to her confused, a shy whisper being mumbled and misunderstood.

“i said…” sarah sighed “could i borrow your, you know, your green today?”

“no girl is gonna buy that you’re a stoner if you keep refering to weed as my green you might aswell be calling it the devil’s salad you know that right?”

“jesus christ ellie i’ll pay you back”

“see you could’ve started with that” ellie smirked “do you even know how to roll a blunt though?”

“well if you can do it it can’t possibly be that hard”

“ha ha ha you’re so funny” she pushed past her to open the door placing down the candy on sarah’s nightstand “but seriously, who’s the girl? to get little miss goodie two shoes to start fake smoking she deserves a praise from me who have been trying to be a bad influence for years”

“hmm how do i put it in ellie words” sarah joked, but genuinely wandered in her brain “you know how you felt that time dad bought you a telescope and you managed to see a blood moon for the first time up close? that’s what being close to her feels like to me. all of the time”

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#ellie williams x reader #the last of us fanfiction #elsfleur #lesbian #ellie williams fanfic #ellie x reader #ellie williams #ellie x fem reader

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sugarandspiceandeverythingelse · 5 months

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Ryu Si-Oh/Kang Nam-Soon one-shot

Background: I'm working on a sort-of alternate universe series for Strong Girl Nam-Soon; where the main couple is Ryu Si-Oh and Kang Nam-Soon. For some reason, it's harder for me to start at the beginning and write chronologically so until I figure out how I want things to begin in this AU, I'll just post the cute/fluffy one-shots that pop into my head.

Prompt: Ryu Si-Oh takes Kang Nam-Soon on a date… but she doesn’t realize it’s a date of course.

Nam-Soon uneasily glanced around the dimly lit restaurant, fingering the lining of her well-worn skirt. The restaurant was spacious enough to seat several tables with room to spare, but the shadows, spacing, and building architecture still made it feel cozy somehow. Several windows were slightly opened to allow a gentle breeze that was cool but not chilly, and soft jazz music enveloped their table from all sides. She wasn’t dressed poorly, but certainly not fancy enough for a place like this. She’d tried to protest when the company car had pulled up to the entrance, already clocking how high class it was but Si-Oh insisted that what she wore was perfectly acceptable.

All this for a work dinner, she thought with exasperation. Si-Oh must really want that steak he mentioned on the way here. When she looked at the menu, she was simply overwhelmed by the options listed in gleaming gold font - and the prices.

She must have made a face because Si-Oh asked “Is something wrong?” The man had a way of pinning down exactly what she was feeling, and he seemed just a bit tense at her silence since they sat down.

She shook her head immediately in response, but also rolled her lips in a pensive expression. She decided to go with a half-truth. “There are so many options… I’m just not sure what I would like.”

So-Oh’s semi-concern melted away at that. “Ah, would you like me to make some recommendations?”

“Yes, if you wouldn’t mind.” She sighed in relief, handing the menu to him gratefully.

He scanned it briefly before asking a few exploratory questions - Did she like pasta? What was her favorite meat? Did she prefer soup or salad? Umami or spicy flavor profiles? Once she had answered all food-related inquiries, he made a few suggestions for an appetizer, entree, sides, and desserts, to which she readily agreed.

Once the waiter - who had seemingly materialized out of nowhere - had taken their order and left them to have some privacy, Si-Oh leaned in and fixed his unwavering gaze on her.

She found it slightly more difficult to swallow.

“Tell me about yourself. How are you…” he paused heavily. “… the way that you are?”

Nam-Soon heaved a sigh and leaned her elbow on the table, resting her chin on the open palm of her hand.

“I wish I had an interesting story to tell you, truly. Maybe something with radioactive spiders or laboratory experiments-“ Si-Oh’s shoulders twitched at that; Nam-Soon didn’t notice. ”-but I’m just me. I’ve always been like this, at least as far back as I can remember. Which is around 6 years old. That’s when my parents found me.”

“Found you?” Si-Oh asking curiously.

“Mm.” She nodded. Nam-soon stared at him for a bit longer and Si-Oh waited, obviously expecting her to continue. She still didn’t really know how to talk about this with people she didn’t know well just yet. But she found it easier to just rip the band-aid off and put it out there. “I was found wandering in the Mongolian plains when I was 6 years old, by my mom and dad. They didn’t know who I was or where I came from, and they didn’t speak Korean so it was … a while before we were able to really communicate.”

Si-Oh was listening intently, thoughtfully absorbing everything she said. It struck him viscerally how frightening that must have been and how truly awful it could have ended for her. After all, he knew better than most what kind of people could benefit from coming across an unchaperoned child.

“Your … mom and dad”, he said haltingly, wanting to mirror the language Nam-Soon used to talk about the parents she so obviously adored. “Did they go to the police? Or any state officials?”

“Oh yes,” Nam-Soon rushed to explain on her parents' behalf. “It was more than a day's ride between where they found me and anyone who may have access to information on missing children but my dad made the trip as soon as I was settled. He stayed in town for three days talking to the police and anyone else he could get a hold of, but there was nothing. There was no report, nobody looking for their missing daughter, no one new in the area, nothing. On the fourth day, he gave the police pictures of me and his contact information and came home. They didn’t hear from anyone for weeks, and after making several calls and sending messages that went unanswered for months, they eventually stopped trying. And I can’t blame them for that, really.” She smiled warmly, cheeks flushing a pretty pink, and Si-Oh felt a frisson of electricity streak up his spine at the tender look that crossed her face. “Perhaps I would feel differently if they treated me poorly or if I felt like I was missing out, but I didn’t - I was happy. They treated me as their own and after a while, well, honestly I was theirs. And they were mine.”

Nam-Soon pictured her mom and dad's faces, warmed by the sun, wrinkled with age and laughter. “When I got old enough to get curious about it, they asked me if I wanted them to go looking again. But I said no.” Si-Oh was surprised at that and said as much.

Nam-Soon shrugged her shoulders in response. “I won’t lie and say I didn’t think about it at all, but I was content with the way my life was. I had loving parents, a close community, and good friends. I was afraid that if I did find something, then it would change everything; I would be completely uprooted from my home. And if I found nothing, I might be terribly disappointed that no one had been looking for me, that I hadn’t been missed for nearly an entire decade. So I chose not to. And I haven’t regretted it since.” Nam-Soon declared brightly, nodding in satisfaction with her own logic. "After all, you can't change what's happened in the past. You can only move forward, with purpose."

Si-Oh should have been frustrated at this information; should have been annoyed that the secret to her strength couldn’t be sniffed out easily, but instead, he found himself wanting to know more about her, about her life and her thoughts.

“How was it, then, growing up in Mongolia?” Nam-Soon glowed with pride as she began to talk of her hometown and the people there. And Si-Oh, who had intended to use this dinner as an opportunity to gain more insight into her abilities … was utterly captivated by stories of her childhood.

He barely noticed when the server arrived at their table with their food.

Once their server had once again departed, Nam-Soon took the opportunity to give as good as she got.

“I feel like I’ve been talking about myself the whole time, why don’t you tell me about yourself?”

Si-Oh picked up his silverware and began to cut into his steak as he tried to think of an answer that would both satisfy her curiosity and not be an outright lie.

“There’s not much to know about me-“, he began. Nam-Soon’s eyebrows jumped up in incredulity. “I had a normal childhood. I knew from the time I was young that I would go into business, and so every decision I made was to serve that purpose.” He took a bite of bloody steak before glancing at Nam-Soon and paused as he saw her facial expression.

She was staring at him with a tiny wrinkle forming between her brows. Her hands were still at either side of her plate, utensils at the ready.

“That’s … all?” Her voice was soft and low. He enjoyed the sound of it.

He gave a small chuckle before asking, “What else is there?” An emotion he couldn’t label streaked across her face, and she looked down quickly to work at cutting her fish fillet. She took a bite and seemed to be mulling something over as she chewed. When she had finished she looked into his eyes and asked, “Do you do anything outside of work? Have any hobbies?”

He didn't have to think to answer this one. "I work out a lot; I attend many classes that cover several fighting styles, from boxing to Taekwondo. If I'm not working on company business, I'm probably fighting. And if I'm not fighting," his voice deepened as a subtle twist of his mouth, barely noticeable, betrayed a sneer of contempt. "I'm probably asleep ... or dead." In that moment, his expression was as cold and cutting as a bitter winter wind. Nam-Soon was completely taken aback by the barely concealed resentment that seemed to ooze off him like a miasma.

As she had done many times in her life, Nam-Soon spoke before she could think not to.

"That sounds ... really unfulfilling." She wished she could snatch the words back as soon as they tripped from her tongue, but it was too late to backtrack, so she held his gaze and waited for his response.

His reaction was ... surprising, to say the least. The laughter that catapulted from the back of his throat was loud enough to startle the people at two tables near them, as Si-Oh shook his head in confoundment. Nam-Soon bit her lip in consternation.

As his laughter quieted, he reached for his wine, taking a sip of the maroon liquid before locking his dark gaze with hers once again.

"You're honest to a fault, Kang Nam-Soon. I like that about you. I've been around too many liars for far too long." His words were light and unbothered, but she swore she could lighting crackling through the iris of his eyes.

"I don't mean to be insulting," she said sheepishly. "Sometimes I just speak before I can filter. Gets me into trouble sometimes."

Si-Oh shook his head, waving off her unspoken apology. "I'd rather someone be honest and insulting, than dishonest and flattering. Fake compliments, fake smiles, empty promises ... they can be found everywhere in this industry. It's how you do business and learn the trade, climbing off the backs of others that put you there. Eventually, you get so far removed from the people you struggled with at the bottom that you forget the mask you created is for your own protection, as much as theirs. Anyone can tell an easy lie with a smile. It takes real integrity," he lifted his wine glass towards Nam-Soon, tipping it in her direction as some would a toast, "to tell an uncomfortable truth with a straight face."

Nam-Soon felt oddly warmed by his praise and ducked her head in shyness, tucking her hair behind her ear. Another thought occurred to her and she glanced up at Si-Oh, not surprised to find his eyes still trained on her with laser-pointed focus. She was beginning to recognize how the weight of his gaze felt when he was watching her, without seeing him do so. He made her feel examined, and pinned into place, like a butterfly on display in a glass case.

She leaned in closer, emulating the same posture he presented when he wished to convey sincerity.

"When you speak ... it sounds as if you have a feeling of disdain towards the work that you do. So, why do it?"

His head cocked to the side. "Do you only do things that you enjoy? That bring you happiness?"

She smiled and huffed a breath in humor, "No, of course not. I'd lead a pretty privileged life if I only did the things I thought sounded fun. But generally, I do try to avoid things that I think will make me miserable in the long run. I try to make decisions that will put me in a comfortable position. And with the way you talk ..." She trailed off, not wanting to be more blunt than she already had been.

But Si-Oh took it all in stride. He leaned his body backward into his chair, nodding his head in a contemplative manner before leveling her with a frank expression of discernment. "And you don't think that's a privileged position? To be comfortable?"

Her first instinct was to push back against that assertion, to argue that being comfortable was a natural state of being. But the words wouldn't come out, and the longer she thought on it, the more she realized he was right. Some people had no choice but to be uncomfortable, usually by circumstances beyond their own control.

Si-Oh watched the emotions play across her face like an open book. And felt stimulated in a way he hadn't experienced in years.

Eventually, she nodded in his direction, saying only "I concede your point", in response to his question.

Her surrender thrilled him, satisfaction blanketing his body like a warm shawl. So clever. So honest. She was even more mesmerizing to him now than when he had first seen her at the warehouse, leaping into action like an angel of heaven.

The ravenous beast inside him growled in hunger. Miserable bastard that he was, he wanted her. And he would find a way to have her.

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dawniedrella · 5 months

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For some reason, this image makes me feel kinda sad idk why :(((

[SPOILERS]

(aka just me rambling abt stuff aksnjhbcjaka pardon me)

I always see Lan and Exe have this strong bond, being able to prevail through many battles together, even if it meant having to risk their own lives and all that... the more i think about it, the more it makes sense

I'm not fully well versed into battle network lore as i am with mmx lore but I always wondered if Lan knew that exe was actually based on his dead twin brother. Yes, he treats exe like his own brother but knowing where exe's data was from is something only Lan's father (and possibly his mother) know

Sometimes, putting yourself into Lan's shoes: imagine having to lose your netnavi a few times from battle and thinking theyre gone for good. I do see why, cuz I always see Exe as somewhat a polar opposite of Lan; the dutiful brother who's willing to take risks if it meant for the better good of the world or to just protect his family

But i feel worse for Dr. Hikari, for he's the one who created exe himself. He may have not fully moved on from the early infant death of his other son (Hub), therefore he used his deceased son's data to create Megaman.exe and gifted it to Lan on his birthday. Exe is a very important member in the family, especially to Mrs. Hikari (Dr. Hikari's wife), whom had to bear with the loss of her twin son. And having Exe around, either spending time with Lan, scolding him to do his work and listen to his parents, going to school with him, or even calling Lan's parents "Mom" and "Dad" gives Mrs. Hikari a sweet familial feeling.... a feeling as if her other son was still alive. At this point, Exe was not a netnavi, but their child: a child that they have lost too soon but was revived under the condition that they do not bear flesh, but digital strands of data.

I really WANNA RAMBLE MORE ABOUT THIS BUT I NEED TO SINK INTO MORE MEGAMAN BATTLE NETWORK CONTENT (I only played 2 games and watched the entirety of dubbed NT warrior so yeah HASBDBAKJ) rest of the stuff I knew was out of discovery

Still though, I just really love the concept behind Lan and Megaman.exe's bond and seeing so much possibilities behind it! Like what if we get an alternative universe where Exe was human instead of a netnavi (Hub Hikari ftw !!!) Or Exe meeting children suffering from the same disease he had (there was in the one of the games but i feel like that aspect should be explored more) I just feel like there would be more for them in store but for now we gotta wait THANKS FOR COMING TO MY TEDTALK

#megaman #megaman battle network #megaman.exe #i just had a dream about exe and then suddenly im here

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My Beef with Miguel O'Hara - A Spiderverse Rant

If you've read the title of this, you already know who I'm gonna be crapping on.

I know some of y'all are gonna flame me in the comments, but I do not care. Now, if you’re willing to bring up counterpoints about a FICTIONAL topic in a respectful manner, I’ll listen no problem because I don't mind being wrong (and I actually HOPE I'm wrong about this since I WAS excited about watching Miguel in action because there was so much hype around him). But if you take me having beef with a fictional character as me having beef with YOU, then I politely ask you to spare your mental health and drink some hot chocolate under a blanket after you click away from this post, thank you.

Now back to the topic.

Most of us Spider-Man fans have seen the movie, "Across the Spider-Verse" at some point (and if you haven't, what are you doing? Go watch it, it's on Netflix). Excluding everything that makes it a masterpiece aside, there's one character in the movie who really grinds my gears. Not in terms of how they’re written, but more so just how they are as a person in general.

Miguel O'Freaking'Hara.

I do not like Miguel. I feel pity for him, but I do not like him. I do like him as a character, though. I feel like he definitely adds to the story and makes it interesting. I genuinely feel like ATSV would’ve been really boring if he wasn’t part of it. But I do not like him as a person.

Miguel doesn't JUST have a stick up his butt, he has the whole TREE.

I couldn't care less about the fact this dude looks like a handsome statue because of the stuff he was doing to Miles. I think y’all forgot that this dude THREW A TABLE AT A MINOR UPON FIRST MEETING HIM and then has the nerve to throw away the food Miles got for him like it's trash. If that’s already not a red flag, I don’t know what is.

I don’t care if it was just ‘frustration.’ Miguel's 27 years old, he should know better. Unless Miles was attacking him in the beginning (which he wasn’t), there’s no reason he should’ve done that. But oh…I have much more beef with this dude than just a table.

I understand that his supposed role and whatnot in the Spiderverse is that he has to keep canon events going. He has to get rid of 'anomalies.’ Unfortunately, Miles Morales (from Earth-1610) is an anomaly because he was never supposed to be the Spider-Man of his universe. So, what does Miguel do? He tries to obliterate the guy.

…Ex–freaking-scuse me?

"Oh, but Miguel tried to talk to Miles about everything!"

Yeah. And he did it in the worst way possible. Miguel had absolutely no empathy towards the whole situation, then has the gall to wonder why Miles is running off and not listening to him. No dip, Sherlock. I'm pretty sure if you harshly told any normal person that someone they loved deeply was going to die and that they couldn't save them without any hint of compassion, they'd go against what you said and try to find a way to save them, bro.

Miguel's whole schmo is that Miles becoming Spider-Man was bad because it created Spot and Spot's creating a bunch of problems. As a result, Miguel also tells Miles that saving his dad is not allowed. Here's where I have a problem with that logic. If Miles being Spider-Man is an anomaly in the first place, why NOT save Jeff as a way to prevent more anomalies from HAPPENING? If anything, Miles losing his dad would've just been another canon event for him to continue BEING Spider-Man, even though he wasn't supposed to be. Legit, this dude’s logic irritates the pee out of me.

Miguel's approach to the problem is also hypocritical considering that he lost his own wife and daughter in the universe he belonged to, then invaded ANOTHER UNIVERSE he didn't belong to, which honestly in my opinion makes Miguel look even worse to me. I'm willing to bet that Miguel’s alternate daughter could’ve been that universe’s spider hero, but because THIS vampire edge lord stepped into a universe that was NOT his, it prevented the canon event of the classic “Dead Guardian trope,” leading to that universe’s evaporation.

Another thing that irks me about the whole thing is that MILES IS LIKE 15-16 YEARS OLD. So as far as I'm concerned, O'Hara is trying to eliminate a KID. Even though he knows what it's like to lose a KID. No wonder the multiverse prevented him from being a father—he’s violent, unstable, and completely short-sighted. He’s out here chokeslamming a teenager and calling THEM the mistake. Just because you went through grief and trauma with your own children, it isn't an excuse to take the breath of another child.

(Y'know, considering the events of Multiverse of Madness, I'm kinda seeing a pattern here--)

Miguel, for some reason, refuses to have a smidge of sensitivity for what Miles is going through. Heck, even Gwen and Peter Parker had more empathy for Miles despite them not telling him he wasn't supposed to be Spider-Man because they actually cared about his feelings TO SOME DEGREE.

I hate Miguel’s whole “You’re a mistake!” speech because Miles didn't create the spider. Miles didn't summon the spider. Miles didn’t choose to get bit. He didn’t find it on his own terms. Miles didn't choose to create Spot—the one who’s actually causing them problems. Someone ELSE brought the spider there. Someone ELSE took away a universe’s Spider-Man. Miles is just trying to deal with what he’s been given. So if Miguel wants to go after ANYONE for ‘anomalies’ in terms of Miles’ universe, he needs to track down the person who put something where it didn’t belong.

For crying out loud, he told the boy that HE was a mistake. It’d be one thing if he said “You being Spider-Man was a mistake” or something. But no. He says that Miles IS the mistake.

During that whole speech, it sounds like Miguel is trying to tell Miles that everything is HIS fault as if Miles had a choice in being bit. As if Miles even had a choice in the fact that a radioactive spider from an alternate universe chose to bite him.

There were so many other ways Miguel could've handled the issue and he didn’t do that. I don’t care what his so-called intentions could/would be because it really put a disgusting taste in my mouth.

I still have no respect for the fact that he hypocritically and previously invaded another reality where he was dead so he could be with his family--and here's what I mean by that.

Yes, I understand--Miguel's life on his original earth was freaking sad. He lost his wife and daughter. That's obviously a very tragic thing to go through. But it’s the fact that he's cracking down on Miles so badly despite Miguel LITERALLY being the one to pull a Kingpin vexes me. Miles had ALWAYS belonged to his universe. Miguel’s only in the dump he’s in because he was trespassing.

Don't get me wrong, I feel pity but I absolutely cannot stand the audacity of this man to go after a kid who got bit IN HIS OWN UNIVERSE even though Miguel was the one who contributed to some multiversal disaster in the Spider-verse. You could try to say, "Oh, it's because he doesn't want to make the same mistake again and shatter the Spider-verse or something!" While I could understand that, it’s still not a good reason for Miguel to do and say the stuff he did. I thought at the bare minimum, he'd be at least able to RELATE to Miles considering that he also lost people he cared about.

End conclusion:

Miguel is vexing to me–but I don’t hate the way he’s written. If anything, I think if he wasn’t written this way, the ASTV movie would be very different. Whether that’d be for the better or the worse, I’m willing to bet most of this storyline wouldn’t even exist were Miguel not like this. So even though Miguel absolutely grinds my gears with his mindset and who he is as a character—I’m not mad at his writers. And I honestly feel like that’s just a showmanship of how great the writing for the Spider-Verse movies is. Good writing is when you’re mad at characters for the decisions THEY make, and not at the WRITERS for having them make those decisions.

I’m out.

#anti miguel o’hara #character rant #character ramblings #character rambles #rant post #rant #ranting #across the spiderverse #spider man #spiderman #miguel is not your uwu daddy #miguel is not misunderstood #miguel is a violent man that needs to be in therapy

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dwobbitfromtheshire · 2 months

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From Hell to Home To Back Again

Summary: At the talent show, Chrissy Cunningham is so hungry that she nearly collapses. When she's found by Hopper, her parents ended up losing custody of her. She ends up being placed in the care of the Hendersons, and she finally finds the family she so desperately needed. She also ends up falling in love. What other changes are made in this alternate universe?

@emen-98 @1lostsoul0fishbowl

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chrissy was putting her books in her locker, humming a Bob Dylan song under her breath as she did so. She slammed her locker close, jumping when she saw Eddie leaning against the other side of her locker. She glared at him.

"Hey, Witch," Eddie grinned.

"Hey, Freak," she said and slapped his shoulder. "You scared me."

"Sorry. . .so, you're a fan of Bob Dylan?" Eddie asked.

"Who isn't?" Chrissy asked with a grin.

"Hmm, my mom was a fan. . . not as much as she was of Muddy Waters, though," Eddie said and paused. "I still have some of her records. Hey! I got a good idea!"

"What?" Chrissy asked.

"You want to come over this evening and listen to them?" Eddie asked.

"Um. . .yeah, I would love that!" Chrissy exclaimed with excitement, her eyes lighting up, and she tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.

Eddie grinned bashfully at her, pulling a lock of hair in front of his face to hide behind it. They stared at each other for a moment before Eddie cleared his throat and dropped his hair.

"So, how was your Christmas break?" Eddie asked.

"It was good. Quiet meal with my mom, my brother, and the Byers'," Chrissy said.

"The Byers'?" Eddie asked.

"Oh, yeah, Will wanted to have Christmas dinner with us, but I honestly think he wanted to escape his mother's cooking. There's a lot of things that Joyce Byers can do, but cooking is not one of them. Luckily, for them, Dusty and I love to cook together," Chrissy grinned. "Plus, I think Will wanted to spend some more drawing time together."

"You draw?" Eddie asked.

"Yeah, I'll bring by my sketchbook and show you," Chrissy said. "You're going to have to tell me where you live."

"Or I could drive you after school," Eddie said. "If you don't mind."

"You're lucky I have my sketchbook in my bag," Chrissy said. "See you after school."

Chrissy couldn't stop grinning for the rest of the day. She grinned all the way to lunch, plopping down at the table with a wistful smile on her face.

"You look like you have a hanger in your mouth, Henderson," Steve said.

"You do. What's got you so happy? Did you do something slutty?" Robin asked.

"I'm going over to Eddie's house to listen to records after school," Chrissy replied.

"Oh, so you're going to do something slutty," Robin said.

"Not necessarily, Robin," Nancy said, but she was grinning.

"You guys are taking something completely innocent and turning it into something dirty," Chrissy laughed.

"Doesn't sound so innocent to me," Jonathan said. "Are his parents going to be there?"

"His dad and no," Chrissy frowned. "I doubt we're going to do anything, and just because I like him doesn't mean that he likes me back."

"He'd be crazy not too," Steve scoffed.

Chrissy scooped some peas into her spoon and held it up threateningly.

"Enough, anyone who says anything else about it gets the peas," Chrissy said.

"Well, I'm terrified," Steve said sarcastically, and Nancy laughed.

Chrissy couldn't help but let her thoughts get the best of her as the rest of the day moved at a snail's pace. Finally, the end of the came around, she waved at Steve and Nancy as she walked towards Eddie's van. She found him walking towards it with a long-legged girl wearing a baseball cap. She looked like she could be his sister. That must be Ronnie, his best friend since he was eight or so Eddie had told her. She bounced over to them.

"Hi!" Chrissy exclaimed, startling Eddie.

"Jesus! Are you getting me back for this morning?" Eddie asked, putting his hand to his chest.

"Yeah," Chrissy replied.

"Don't be such a witch, Henderson," Eddie said teasingly.

"Don't be such a freak, Munson," Chrissy replied.

"You must be Chrissy," the other girl said.

"You must be Ronnie, Eddie's told me so much about you," she said, as she reached out to shake her head.

"And Eddie simply won't shut up about you," Ronnie said. "Even told us all about how you have a little brother who plays D&D whom you simply adore."

"Shut up, Ecker! Speaking of your little brother, is he getting a ride from someone?" Eddie asked.

"He usually rides his bike home with his party, but he's being driven home by Jonathan Byers today," Chrissy shrugged. "You haven't even met him yet, and you're very concerned about his well-being."

"Well, he's a future member of Hellfire," Eddie grinned. "Can't let potential like that get away."

"Hopefully, Hellfire will still be there by the time he gets to high school," Ronnie said. "Bet Higgins is going to get rid of it once you graduate."

"God, I hate that guy. He always calls me Miss Cunningham," Chrissy rolled her eyes.

"Why?" Ronnie asked.

"It was my name before I got adopted," Chrissy said. "It doesn't matter how many times I correct him, he still does it."

"What an asshole," Ronnie said.

"I hope you don't mind, but I promised Ronnie here a ride back home," Eddie said.

"No. I don't mind, I can ride in the back. . .unless you changed your mind about me coming over," Chrissy said.

"Never!" Eddie grinned.

"You're more than welcome to sit up front with Eddie," Ronnie said, smiling knowingly.

"No, I'm good," Chrissy grinned. "Seriously."

Ronnie punched Eddie in the arm, laughing at him, before climbing into the front seat. Eddie opened the back door for Chrissy, bowing.

"Milady, you're horribly drawn carriage awaits," Eddie said.

Chrissy giggled and climbed into the back, settling in on the floor. She leaned against the back of Eddie's chair to look at Ronnie.

"So, you got any embarrassing stories about Eddie to tell me about?" Chrissy asked.

"No!" Eddie exclaimed.

"Oh, I got tons!" Ronnie exclaimed Eddie drove off.

"Nope! No! No way!" He yelled.

"Shortly, after we met, there was this caterpillar that Eddie had befriended, but of course, in his haste to tell me his story, he stumbled and fell upon his dear old caterpillar. . .of course, killing the poor thing. Distraught, Eddie had to throw the caterpillar - ,"

"Well, if you're going to tell the story, Veronica, then you should at least tell her the name of my fallen friend. Ah, good, Ser Lawrence - a dear and sweet friend -"

"Anyway, Eddie had to throw Ser Lawrence a funeral. He made me attend, as well as his uncle," Ronnie said.

"Aww, that's not embarrassing. That's so sweet," Chrissy said.

Suddenly, they heard the sound of police sirens, and Eddie sighed before pulling off to the side. Ronnie scowled when a police officer tapped on the window. Eddie quickly rolled down it and put on a forced grin.

"Officer Moore, always a pleasure," Eddie said sarcastically.

"I thought that was you, Munson. Going awfully fast there," Officer said. "The roads are dangerous this time of year. . . Icey. Anything could happen. Wouldn't want anyone to get hurt."

"Well, yeah, I know that considering I have snow tires on, and I wasn't speeding at all," Eddie said dryly.

"Well, you can't be too careful," Officer Moore said. "You haven't been drinking today, have you?"

"Considering I came from school, no," Eddie sighed.

"If I search the car, am I going to find any illicit substances?" He asked.

"You never do," Eddie replied.

Chrissy popped her head in between the seats.

"What seems to be the problem, Officer?" Chrissy said cheerfully.

"Just making sure Junior over here isn't speeding," Officer Moore said.

"Well, allow me to introduce myself," Chrissy said as she wrapped her arms around Eddie from behind, her hands on his chest. "I'm Chrissy Henderson."

"There's a picture of you with other kids on Chief Hopper's desk," Officer Moore realized.

"Oh, well, that's because Hop's practically my uncle," she said with a grin. "And he would just love to hear about his cops doing their duty. Especially hearing about how they're not making any illegal stops and searches. He so loves hearing all about his cops doing exactly what they're supposed to be doing. He hates having to fire people for incompetence."

"No, I suppose he wouldn't enjoy it," Officer Moore muttered.

"And he'd want you to know that if anyone has a problem with my dear friend Eddie, that he would definitely want to know about it. I would hate to have to tell him about that," Chrissy said. "Gosh, I hope I don't have to do that. He hates when his precious niece gets upset."

"Have a nice day," Officer Moore said and walked away.

They waited until they drove off before they turned to Chrissy. Eddie hugged her tightly.

"Holy shit! That was awesome!" Eddie exclaimed.

"Yeah, I definitely like you," Ronnie said.

"It was no big deal. Seriously though, if any cop bothers you, I'll make sure Hop knows, and he can fire their asses," Chrissy said. "He hates when cops do shit like that."

"I highly doubt that idiot is going to come back after that speech," Eddie said. "I feel like I owe you something. Oh, I could cook for you!"

"Eddie, she deserves to be thanked not to be killed," Ronnie said.

"Oh, ha, ha, Ecker," Eddie rolled his eyes. "I just never bothered to learn to cook. Surely, it can't be that hard."

"It's basically like making a potion sometimes," Chrissy said.

"I never thought about it like that before," Eddie gasped.

"Well, once you drop Ronnie off, maybe we can go to the store, and I can pick some easy starter meals for you to make," Chrissy said. "I can teach you how to cook."

"Good luck with that," Ronnie chuckled.

After dropping off Ronnie, Eddie drove them to the grocery store. Of course, shopping with Eddie wasn't easy. She lost him on multiple occasions, and when they finally did get the things she needed to help him make vegetable soup, he ended up revealing that he had nothing to make it in. The next stop was Melvald's. Chrissy wasn't too surprised to find Hopper in there chatting to Joyce.

"Hiya, Hop, Joyce!" Chrissy greeted with a grin.

"Hey, Chrissy, didn't know you were friends with Junior," Hopper said.

Chrissy looked over at Eddie and she could tell that he didn't care for that nickname.

"I'm not friends with Junior. I am, however, friends with Eddie," Chrissy said.

"What are you up to?" Hopper asked.

"I'm teaching Eddie how to cook," She said brightly and looked at him with mirth in her eyes. "What are you up to, Chief?"

"I stopped by to pick up something," Hopper said.

"I'm sure," Chrissy said with a knowing grin.

"Oh, I think you lost your friend," Joyce said.

"Every time!" Chrissy exclaimed, and then she saw him perusing the aisles.

"How was your first day back from break?" Joyce asked.

"Really good," Chrissy grinned.

"I'm sure it was," Joyce said with a knowing grin of her own.

"I better make sure Eddie's okay," Chrissy said, blushing and pausing. "You should probably keep an eye on one of your officers. Officer Moore."

"What did he do?" Hopper scowled.

"I don't think Eddie wants to make an official complaint or make a big deal out of it. He did stop Eddie without provocation. He wasn't speeding at all, and he kind of threatened to search his vehicle for drugs. It doesn't seem like this was the first time either," Chrissy said. "He seems to have it out for Eddie. I wasn't sure but I thought you ought to know."

"Yeah, I'll look into it. I know Moore has bad blood with Al Munson, but I didn't think he'd go after his kid," Hopper said.

"You don't think he'd make it even more difficult for Eddie because I told you, will he?" Chrissy asked with a frown.

"I will make sure he won't, but in the meantime, maybe you should be riding with Eddie after school and tell me if he does it again," Hopper said, thinking out loud. "Meanwhile, I'll make sure Powell rides with Moore."

"Did you just give me permission to ride with a boy, Hopper?" Chrissy asked teasingly and Joyce laughed.

"No, that is not what I did. You know what, never mind, I shouldn't have asked you do that anyway," Hopper scowled.

"Really, I don't mind," Chrissy said and skipped away. "Me alone. . .in the back of his van. . .anything could happen, Uncle Hop!"

"Chrissy!"

"Didn't you need to pick up something?!" She asked, and she could hear growling followed by the sound of Joyce laughing.

Chrissy knew that as much as he wanted to, he wouldn't do the same thing that Moore was doing, but he was thinking about it. She found Eddie at the back of the store, looking at the kitchen supplies.

"You need to stop wondering off," she said in amusement.

"I figured I would let you catch up with your uncle," Eddie shrugged. "Is that his wife?"

"Practically. She would be if Hopper ever got his head out of his ass," Chrissy said. "Before he knows it, someone else is going to see how great Joyce is."

"Hmm, maybe he's just scared to lose her," Eddie mumbled.

"There's a chance of that happening no matter the situation," Chrissy said. "Why shouldn't he make the most of it while he can?"

"He definitely should," Eddie said with a grin.

Gathering the supplies he needed and a few extra things, Chrissy left with Eddie back to his house. It was a decent looking house, smaller than her own, but it was nice.

"It's a piece of shit," Eddie laughed when Chrissy told him that. "You don't really mean that, do you?"

"Of course, I mean it," she laughed as she set the stuff on his kitchen counter.

"I hope your mom doesn't mind that you spent some of your money on this," Eddie blushed.

"It was my idea, I was happy to help. Besides, not all of it was my allowance. Some of it was when I worked at Benny's Diner," Chrissy said.

"Shit, you did work there. You didn't see. . .?" Eddie trailed off.

"I was supposed to work that evening, and when I arrived, the cops were already there. . . And I saw his body," Chrissy said sadly.

"I'm sorry, I'm guessing you knew him well," Eddie said. "I mean, I knew him too. Sort of. He was a good guy, funny, and generous too."

"Yeah, he was, and yeah, I did. He was amazing, and when I told him I wanted to save up to buy my own car, he was the first one to give me a job," Chrissy said and went quiet for a moment. "It's total bullshit that everyone is still saying he killed himself. He was murdered. Karma got his killer in the end, though. They got killed by a wild animal. . . Benny was supposed to go on a date with my mother that next weekend. . . Sometimes, I can still hear my mother crying about Benny. . . He was so great with Dusty too. . .he would have been a great dad."

The woman had actually got killed by El when they came for her. Chrissy tried not to think about how she was killed, and a part of her felt like she deserved it for what she did to Benny, but it also wasn't her place to judge considering how biased she was. She had been staring at an empty spot on Eddie's counter when she felt his hand slip into hers. He squeezed.

"Sorry," he said softly.

"Yeah, me too," Chrissy said, sniffling. "Anyway, let's get started! Eddie, what - "

Carefully, Eddie pulled her into his arms and hugged her gently. She froze for a moment before relaxing and hugging him tightly, letting the tears escape. Her body shook as she buried her face into his shoulder and cried. Everything had happened so fast that day, and the days after that, Chrissy hadn't really let herself mourn for Benny. Now, she was letting it all in. After crying into his shoulder for a while, she kind of just stayed there. . .not moving and not saying a word as she enjoyed the feeling of his arms around her. Slowly, Chrissy pulled back and wiped her eyes.

"Thanks," she whispered.

After a while, Chrissy managed to get herself together and began instructing Eddie to make vegetable soup. It was pretty simple, and when she told him that she measured by heart, he nearly dumped the entire thing of pepper into the soup.

"You told me to measure by heart," Eddie said.

"Within reason!" Chrissy giggled.

Eddie cackled and hip checked her. When they got the soup boiling onto the stove, Eddie threw his head back as he stirred, laughing madly.

"Yeah, I like this," he said.

"You're crazy," she laughed.

"Says the person who's choosing to hang out with me," Eddie said.

"Well, maybe I'm crazy too," she said and he paused to gaze fondly at her. "Stir the pot, Eddie."

"You look crazy too," Eddie replied.

"I meant, stir the soup in the pot!" She laughed.

Once Eddie managed to successfully make the soup, they sat down at the kitchen to eat it.

"Hey, I didn't do half bad," Eddie grinned.

"You did really good," Chrissy said.

"Well, I couldn't have done it without you," Eddie said with a smile and nudged her foot with his. "Nor would I have wanted to. It's kind of the perfect weather to have soup, you know."

"Yeah," Chrissy said softly.

After they finished eating, they put the leftovers away and started to clean up. Eddie insisted on helping even though he had been the one to cook. Chrissy figured he only wanted to help so he could flick water at her. He's such a menace. After putting the dishes away, Eddie brought her back to his room. They listened to Muddy Waters for a while and other blues music with Eddie telling her all about how he used to dance with his mom. Chrissy could tell by the look in his eyes that he really loved his mother, and even though he lost her when he was really young, he clearly missed her every single day.

He changed the record, and she smiled when she heard Bob Dylan start to play. He danced with her and spun her around the room, her laughter bouncing off the walls with the music. In that moment, it was just them and no one else. And when "Simple Twist of Fate" came on, he pulled her close to him. She knew what the song was about, a man having a moment with a woman, and all it took was him to fall in love with her, but it wasn't destined to work out. Chrissy was determined to have several moments with Eddie, and she hoped they would mean something to him as they did for her. And even though this song was about lost love and heartbreak, she could feel it in her bones that this was their song.

"Eddie?!" A voice from the living room called.

Eddie and Chrissy jumped apart pretty quickly, their faces red. Eddie shut off the music and turned to Chrissy.

"It's my uncle Wayne," Eddie said. "Sometimes, he comes to check on me."

"Aww," Chrissy said.

"Yeah, it's real cute," Eddie said, rolling his eyes.

"I wanna meet him," Chrissy said.

"What? No," Eddie said, and she gave him a look. "Alright, fine, but no asking him stories about baby Eddie."

"You know, I didn't think of that, but that's a good idea," Chrissy said, and Eddie groaned.

"Eddie?" Wayne called and popped his head into the room. "Oh, sorry."

"Hi, I'm Chrissy Henderson," she greeted and held out her hand.

"Wayne Munson," he replied, shaking her hand. "I didn't know Eddie had a girlfriend."

"What?! She's not my girlfriend," Eddie yelped. "I mean, she's my friend, and she just happens to be a girl. Technically, that does make her my girlfriend, but you know, guys and girls can be friends without it being romantic. Look at me and Ronnie except that we're not the same in the way. . .well, it's just different."

Chrissy bit her lip, repressing a giggle, and placed her hand on his shoulder to stop him.

"Eddie," she said and turned to Wayne. "He's my friend. . .for now."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Eddie asked. "Wait, how long were you going to let me go on for?"

"Until it stopped being funny, but that would have gone on forever," Chrissy said and Wayne snorted.

"I like her," Wayne said.

"It's hard not to," Eddie said, rolling his eyes.

"I brought by some food for Eddie, but it seems like there's proper food in there," Wayne said.

"Oh, Eddie made vegetable soup," Chrissy said proudly.

"Eddie cooked?" Wayne asked.

"I had a good instructor," Eddie replied.

"It's really good. You're welcome to have some," Chrissy said. "Maybe you can tell me all about baby Eddie."

"That sounds like a good plan, darlin'," Wayne said.

"No, no, nope! No way!" Eddie said, shaking his head.

"Don't be such a bad host, Eddie," Chrissy mockingly scolded him and Wayne laughed.

"I should tell you about the time I caught him hiding comic books in the freezer," Wayne said as he escorted her to the kitchen.

Eddie begrudgingly followed them to the kitchen and plopped down next to Chrissy after she fixed Wayne a bowl. She could feel Eddie's eyes on hers as Wayne talked about him. She could feel him trying to figure her out, and Chrissy's grin widened, wishing him all the luck in the world. Oh, she forgot to show him her sketchbook. Oh, well, plenty of time for that later.

Chapter Six

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Ok so I scrolled back enough to see what the ao3 person said and urm oh boy…

The first part that miffed me was calling Percy childish 💀

Like she’s a teen what do you expect out of her, rational and poised composure ? Also Og Percy was an absolute boyflop himself ! Like bro would’ve gone along and acted like a cute uwu baby if it meant he would live to see another day ! Another thing I disliked was the Girlboss comment, like you can absolutely girlboss to the sun and back and still be flopping to hell and back along the way. Her perception of girl boss is probably some tough tomboy who acts like piper from the sounds of it ngl.

Also Percy is in an alternate universe with Volatile ass gods as they lovingly pointed out 😊

And so if you’re in an unknown place with very unstable and dangerous folks that can and will be more then happy to zap you, if it means swallowing your pride and acting like a kid then you will do it ! Like that place isn’t screaming gorgeous gorgeous stable folks.

Percy knew he could handle the Pjo gods to some extent but there are obviously more powerfull ! Like they’re not playing around anyone can see that.

ALSO FRACTIONS ARE A PAIN IN THE ASS !!

Like if you were off fighting monsters math is gonna be the last of your worries and not everyone is a math wizz like you 🤨 go one drop some fractions let me see em since you’re so smart.

And last but not least IM ( fully ) North African so I have very much the right and pleasure of telling you that us African folks can tan like hell ! I’m pasty but if you put me in the sun for long enough I’ll look like Percy and Adriana. Because believe it or not people come in different shades and the sun can and will darken our skin tone !

Also Percy isn’t Greek from her dads godly side while her mom has the African decent so yeah no wonder she’s tanned she’s got other lineage 🤨 most demigods usually get simple traits from their folks like eye color, hair or something that just smiller. And it was stated gods don’t got the dna so it’s mostly from the mortal parents

Also fan art is FANart ! See the FAN part ? People who like the fanfic are gonna draw it how they see it fit if you don’t like it then don’t look at it simple. We’re not all in some little gc conniving about the skin tone and all of us draw it how we see fit.

Getting pressed and over a skin tone sounds like a them Issue, they’re half Greek so they should know that there are Greek that are Afro-greek ! Like is the math not mathing ?? If you’re half of a nationality shouldn’t you be aware that other people can be too ?

Anways that comment felt very dumb ( and I hope I didn’t come off as too mean but I do stand my point that it was stupid as hell )

Im glad you keep doing what your doing Queenie and don’t listen to idiots like that 😕

percy's a goofball and a girlflop, but her cringy ✨uwu daddy✨ act is literally just that... an act she's putting on in order to survive 💀 she got inspired by the FLs of the isekai manhwas where they get evil daddies and gotta act cutesy to be spared from death, that's really just it 😭😭

and yes, it was a very dumb (and lowkey racist tbh) comment. so far, they haven't replied back and i don't think they will 😌

#👸🏻| asks #👸🏻| arsenic blues

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(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

idk if this has been done before, but imagine in an alternate universe where miguel visits gabriella in the sibling universe where he's happy but dead (for the story's sake, he was dead ever since gabi was a baby, ok, sorry if you don't like me breaking canon y'all) and... she doesn't remember him because it's been so long, like,

papá? — miguel o'hara angst drabble

"briella..." he called out the name he gave her, the name the variant of him gave her. he feels like he's known that name all his life, as if his life revolved around that little girl named that: gabriella. but she's nothing more than a mere stranger, she's not his daughter. she's a daughter of miguel o'hara, a genius geneticist at the mega corporation alchemax—but he's not that guy. but like she could tell the difference, right? same hair, same eyes, same way they crinkle when he smiles, and same way his voice rings out and lingers in the air when he laughs.

he's the guy who raised, loved, played with, comforted, supported, and... made her—but the man before her wasn't that guy.

he smiled, but not because he was home or because it's been a long day and all he wants to do is hold his daughter—no, it's because... she's here. right here, right now, she is here. she is real, and she's his daughter. she'd believe he's her dad, right? how could she... tell the difference? simple, she can't.

it'd been almost a decade since her father's death, and... seeing miguel now... she's so lost. "who are you?" she asked him as she tilted her head to the side while clutching the soccer ball the man returned to her prior him calling out her name. she was crinkling her eyebrows together, trying to figure out who he is, recognize him in some way. miguel chuckled, unsure of how to break the news to her—though it's partially true at face value. "i'm your... your papá, mija." "papá?" she asked him with a voice that carried genuine confusion. he soon realized, then, that... this universe isn't the one he sought at the beginning. this was a completely different timeline, with different events having played out at different times.

earth 928-c; a happier version of miguel had a family, but he never lived long enough to be a part of it.

his spouse never found out he was killed, his daughter lived for nearly 10 years without a father... and she was never told anything about him.

hurried footsteps running over to the little girl looking askance at the larger man looming over her, with the man's once delightful face looking crestfallen and dejected as a worried voice called gabriella's name. "gabriella, mija!" they exclaimed, running over to her and gently pulling her away from the big man. the voice was asking her if she was okay, if the man did anything to her—chiding her all the while as well, scolding her for talking to strangers, which she was told never to do. "but, he said he was my papá... is this true?" she asked you with an innocent, hushed voice—and your world came crashing down.

you looked up at the big man, who looked... like a ghost, a phantom; he was the man who left you to raise your daughter with him 10 years ago. he left without another word, another peep from him in those 10 years you struggled to get by and raise your daughter the best you could. you took gabriella's hand and looked away from the man, muttering that the man must've mistaken her for someone else. "let's go, mija—" "wait." the man pleaded as he reached out for gabriella, for you as well.

gabriella's soccer ball accidentally fell from her grasp, and the man picked it up, handing it back to her. "listen, please, i—" "no, i don't know you." you said with a hardened tone as you and gabriella had your backs turned to him, not witnessed the contortions of his hopeless face. "have a... good day, sir, we'll be leaving now. c'mon, gabi." you urged gabriella as she turned her big, bright, hazel eyes back up at miguel's very own—they were of the exact same color, it was just that his was beginning to water and fill with tears, tears that he could not explain to her why they were beginning to appear, to even explain that all he wanted to do was to see her.

but you don't always get what you want in life; especially not in a life that isn't really yours.

tags !! @miguelswifey04 @binibinileonara @luvstarrstruck @melovetitties @arachnoia @ophanimgold @popeheywardssecretgf @meeom @simsrandomstuff @hisachuu @wreakingmarveloushavok @fictarian @yuridopted0

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august | dr3

chapter 5

happy august 31 <3 to celebrate, here is a chapter of august, my daniel ricciardo friends to lovers back to friends back to lovers full of mutual pining fic. enjoy, read the other chapters and let me know how you're feeling <3

warnings: 18+, smut themes, not a mention of sex being protected (5k words)

Day 8 of 19

An uncomfortable silence hangs in the house since the news broke. Daniel shared the news with Michael, and while he was supportive of his friend and the situation, I could feel the tension in the air and the strain on their friendship as they both admitted defeat. It was painful to watch — sagging shoulders and tired eyes. Both men were sulking, but what could I do beyond my own sadness?

I throw myself into work, spending hours at the Greenhouse Cafe or down by the pool deck, finishing manuscripts and sending edits and brainstorming my own stories. It feels good to get back into the groove of my life before the trip — my life when Daniel isn’t around. It’s easier this way. To remember what reality is like, not whatever alternative universe exists at this house. Since our near kiss at the vineyard, I need every painful reminder of why it can’t happen. I let myself recall memories of too many run-ins over the years that have resulted in nothing but repressed longing and late night tears. Memories of France — the trip that finally broke whatever we were for years — surface in flashes that make my heart clench and stomach roll.

With memories of Daniel comes memories of Dad, and it feels like I’m back to where I was in the aftermath of his death. Thoughts spiraling into the what-ifs, images of what life could look like if he were still here. The thoughts consume me, sending me into a shaking mess as I tuck the manuscript away. My fingers click Elizabeth’s name, typing up the message with shaking hands.

Can I talk to you about something?

The text bubble is quick to appear, and I nearly feel guilty at her response.

Of course, Cal. Want to give me a call in a few? About to put the kids down for bed.

Tell them Aunt Cal says goodnight for me?

Felix says he misses you, and Amelia says goodnight, too. You alright?

Yeah, I just wanted to talk to you about something. Girl talk. Jack around?

At the pub with the boys to watch the game. No need to worry about him.

Thank god. Call me when you’re ready.

Minutes pass slowly as lights dim in the house. From the pool deck, the golden lights from Daniel’s bedroom cast shadows dancing across the rippling water. A sense of relief floods me when it goes dark while a second wave of guilt swells in me knowing there’s no way to make him feel better about any of this. The swell of the bugs from the brush culminates, ebbing away into silence as they perform their nightly routine. Waves crash beyond the edge of the property.

“Hey,” I answer the video call, smiling when Elizabeth’s face lights up the screen.

“Are you alright?” she says without hesitation, twisting the top of a bottle of red wine.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” I look up to Daniel’s window one more time, waiting for light’s to flick back on. It remains dark against the gray-blue facade. “I just- I don’t know what’s going on, Lib.”

She pours a glass of red wine, settling on the large couch in the center of their living room, “Is it about Daniel?”

All I give is a weak nod.

“Oh, babe. Talk to me about it.”

I start to tell her about everything. The return to the house, the coffee, the movie night, the bar, the waking up together, the vineyard, the feeling of being caught in between Daniel and Michael. It flows from me like an undammed river, and the ever-present listener, Elizabeth lets me tell everything without interruption or interjection. The breeze ruffles the pages of the manuscript next to me on the chair, and I pull the blanket around my shoulders tighter without interrupting my story.

“We almost kissed, Lib,” I whisper, the shame crawling up my throat as she makes a face.

“Cal,” her voice warns.

“I know,” I answer. “After all that time and work, and it was like I was willing to forget everything. I’m angry at him and myself.”

“Have you talked about it?” she asks, sipping from the wine glass.

“The kiss? No, we’ve been pretty much avoiding each other since the vineyard. It’s been weird.” I groan as tears flood my eyes — angry drops slipping past my lashes. “I’m just so frustrated, Lib. Did I make a mistake saying yes to all of this?”

“I don’t know, Cal. I think only you can figure out that answer,” she answers gently. “In my opinion, no, I don’t think you’ve made a mistake. I think you need this trip to see him and catch up — remember what his friendship is like.”

Friendship. Is that what this was supposed to be? The word cuts me up and casts even more confusion.

“Lib, can I tell you something and you promise you won’t kill me or tell Jack?” my voice shakes.

The memories of France rest on the tip of my tongue. I glance back up to Daniel’s room, curtains drawn and room dark, and a part of me begs for him to hear me. An overwhelming heaviness settles in my stomach, but Elizabeth brings me back to reality.

“Usually I’d make a pregnancy joke here, but I don’t think now's the time,” she grins, and I chuckle weakly at her attempt to calm me down. I’m grateful for it. She continues, “I promise I won’t kill you or tell your brother. I can’t promise I won’t want to punch you, though.”

I let out a groan, fighting the anxiety in my stomach at the thought of revealing anything, “There’s a lot you don’t know — that no one knows except us.”

“You and Daniel?” her brows are raised as she takes another sip of wine.

I nod my head, “Remember in 2018 when I stayed with him after Monaco? It was not as friends.”

So I begin, telling Elizabeth about the trip that changed everything. There are moments along the way, like Italy or our final summers at this house, that are shared. Whether Elizabeth is shocked or not, I can’t tell. She keeps a stoic face, once again being the perfect listener without any interruptions. Frustrated tears continue to well in my eyes as my throat burns. Confusion swallows up everything, and when I finally finish with whatever my mouth decided to tell, Elizabeth looks at me with a sense of pity in her eyes.

“Babe, you’ve kept that all to yourself for all these years?” I nod, and she continues, “Why? It’s clear keeping all of that in was affecting you.”

“We agreed a long time ago to never talk about it,” I say, realizing I’m breaking my most sacred promise — a promise I had honored for over a decade. “It was just easier this way. It never felt real if we didn’t talk about it, so it meant we could go on like this.”

“Do you feel better now?” she asks.

“I don’t know,” I answer after a moment of hesitation, brutal honesty in my words. “I guess speaking it out loud makes it real.”

“You aren’t going to want to hear this, but you need to talk to him about it, Cal,” she says. “I know that’s not what you’ve ever done, the two of you, but it has to be affecting him, too, right?”

“He doesn’t act like it,” I whisper, throat burning as tears continue to make their way down my cheeks. “It’s like he can just turn it on and off. I can’t do that, Lib. I care too much.”

The admission nearly stops me in my tracks. I care too much. Is this as close as I’d ever get to admitting it?

“Does he know how much this hurts you, Cal?” she asks.

I shake my head, “There’s no way he could. We don’t talk about it.”

“You need to,” she says, voice gentle. “Even if its just to yell at him for everything, then you can decide not to speak about it again. Either way, you need to talk to him. He’s the only other person who will get it, Cal.”

“Aunt Callie?” a small voice calls over the phone.

Elizabeth’s head spins around, and she smiles as one of her kids approaches. She asks if they want to talk, and Felix’s quiet voice says yes. There’s a shuffling as he climbs into his mother’s lap, and I can’t help the wide smile as his face fills the screen.

“Hey, buddy,” I say.

“Why are you sad?” he says, eyes heavy with sleep. “You’re crying, Aunt Callie.”

“It’s been a long day, buddy,” I say, fighting back more tears at his quiet voice being so caring. “It’s better now that I’m talking to you.”

“I see you soon?” he asks, looking at Elizabeth and then back to the screen.

I nod, “Very soon, Felix. I’m excited to see you. I miss you.”

He yawns, “Miss you, too. Uncle Daniel there?”

I nod my head, “He’s asleep right now, Felix. Like you should be.”

He rubs his eyes with tiny fists, “Woke up and heard Mummy say your name. Wanted to see Aunt Callie.”

The blond curls nearly reach his eyebrows, a reminder of how quickly he’s growing, and my heart swells, “Did you check on Amelia before you came down?”

“She was sleeping,” he nods gently, yawning again. “Why aren’t you asleep?”

“Mummy and Aunt Callie were talking,” Elizabeth says quietly to him, brushing his curls back from his forehead in a motherly fashion. “We were talking about when we’re going to see each other.”

“And Uncle Daniel, too?” he says, eyes fluttering shut. “We see everyone?”

Elizabeth nods, and I smile as his eyes remain shut, “Felix?”

He hums quietly, and I take the time to answer before he falls back asleep, “I love you. Thank you for checking on me.”

“Love you, Aunt Callie,” he murmurs. “Mummy, go back to bed?”

“Alright, come on,” she smiles gently, grunting as she lifts his tired frame against her hip.

“I’ll let you go,” I say over the phone. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Cal,” she says, smiling as Felix echoes her statement.

After the call hangs up, I lean back into the chair, sighing as the conversation weighs heavy on my mind. I wipe the remaining tears off my cheeks, letting my eyes stay shut as the chilled ocean breeze washes over me. It’d be a week before they’d arrive. I let myself relax into the poolside chair, falling into a sense of calm with the distant crashing waves. Half an hour passes as the shore falls into an ebbing sense of quiet, culminating with the symphony of the tide.

“You coming in soon?”

His voice is gentle so as not to startle me, but my eyes fly open to see Daniel towering over me. He looks like he had been trying to sleep, sweatpants and ruffled hair with a hastily thrown on sweatshirt. There are dark circles beneath his eyes despite the soft, ever-present smile on his face.

“Sorry, I didn’t want to make you jump, but I thought I would check. I saw the lights still on out here.”

“Yeah, I was just trying to get some work done,” I motion to the long forgotten manuscript on the chair next to me.

“And work was making you cry?” he says quietly. I look to him with shock, but he motions to my eyes, “I’ve known you forever, Cal. I know what you look like after you’ve cried. What’s up?”

I shake my head, “Sorry if I kept you up. Go to bed, Daniel.”

My tone is sharper than I anticipate, but it doesn’t faze him as he moves the manuscript to the side so he can sit in the chair next to me. Long legs spread before him, and he sighs as he gets comfortable, adjusting his sweatshirt around his shoulders. He lets a silence linger before speaking.

“I couldn’t sleep. I have a lot on my mind, so I was going to come out here to read for a bit — get some fresh air — but then I saw you.”

He turns over the book in his hand, cracked spine indicating it was a loved book from the shelf in the living room. I watch as his fingers slide along the spine before he sets it next to the manuscript.

“Well, I’ll go in so you don’t have to be bothered,” I start, lifting myself from the chair.

His fingers wrap around my wrist, stopping me in my tracks, “That’s not what I meant, Apples.”

Damn that nickname. Our eyes meet, and something in his gaze makes tears tug at my lashes. Warm, brown depths suck me in, and they leave me defenseless. I shake his arm off mine, sucking in a deep breath to regain some sense of control. I stand from the chair, shaking my hands limply at my sides as I pace across the pool deck. I glance up to the house where Michael’s window is dark, taking a steadying breath before turning to Daniel.

“Was it a bad idea for me to come here?” I ask.

The look in his eyes makes me almost regret the words falling from my mouth. He sits up, his elbows on his knees, and his brows draw together.

“What do you mean, Cal?” he looks genuinely confused — no sense of facade to his expression.

“Daniel,” my voice shakes, teetering on the edge of silence. “After everything, was it a bad idea to jump into this?”

“Callie, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

His calm and gentle tone sends my blood boiling, and the tears start to fall down my cheeks out of frustration. Without another thought, my voice raises as I screech at him, “Bullshit you don’t know!”

My tone startles him, but when he sees my tears, he reaches for me, “Cal, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t touch me,” I fight him off weakly, shrugging off his looming embrace. “I’m angry right now, and I don’t need you to comfort me. I need you to stop pretending.”

I feel guilty. He looks tired, and with everything else going on, he doesn’t need my demands to pile on top of him, but I can’t keep doing this. I can’t keep pretending. He sighs as he settles on the pool chair, head hanging with his elbows on his knees. I watch his every move, body wound so tightly that I could flinch with the simplest of his movements, and my eyes burn with years of frustration bubbling up.

“I don’t know what you want me to say,” he sighs, avoiding my gaze.

He looks tired, shoulders sagging, but I feel just as exhausted.

“Tell me it was all real,” I say. “Tell me I’m not crazy and all these things I remember actually happened.”

“What things?” he asks, and it sends something snapping in me.

“You know what!” I screech, voice foreign to my own ears as my frustration oozes. “I’m so fucking sick of this game, Daniel.”

He just looks at me, something swirling in his eyes as his lips part ever so slightly. Please, I want to beg. Just say it. Instead, we square off in silence. He stammers out my name, and I snatch the manuscript off the chair beside him, sure to avoid brushing his leg.

“I shouldn’t have come,” I say, spinning away from him. “I’ll be out of your hair tomorrow.”

Suddenly, his fingers wrap around my wrist, pulling me back toward him. I spin to face him in the process, and something familiar about the close stance floods my senses. I don’t know what compels Daniel to grab my face, but before I know it, his lips are crashing into mine as his hands cradle my jaw. My hands subconsciously find their way into his dark curls, weaving into the strands in a familiar dance. Before I’m processing what I’m doing, one of my hands slides from the back of his neck to rest on his jaw, and my lips part to welcome his familiar caress. He takes a step, and my leg follows backward until it hits the pool chair. The contact sends me spiraling back toward reality, and I break away from him as my chest heaves. We’re staring at each other, chests mimicking the other’s rapid rise and fall, and I barely trust my voice.

“Daniel, we have to talk about everything.”

“There will be time for that,” he is breathless as his chest rises and falls with what he’s saying. “I owe it to you — I do — but right now, please just-”

“What, Daniel?” I start. “Please what? Pretend I want to do this again and forget what happened every time before? When you can’t even admit any of it? Please what?”

He hesitates, warm eyes following the curves of my face, “Just let me kiss you.”

The longing in his voice makes my heart splinter yet every part of my being screams no. One of his hands slides down my arm, tracing across the bones in the back of my hand before weaving our fingers together. My eyes look down to our clasped hands before casting back up to meet his eyes. As much as it pains me, I shake my head slowly.

“You don’t really want this, Dan,” my throat burns. “You’re hurt. This is what we do when we’re hurting. It’s always what we’ve done.”

“I do want this, Cal,” he whispers, eyes pleading with me. His fingers slide against mine, “I should’ve kissed you at the vineyard. I should’ve kissed you at that bar when I came to get you. I should’ve kissed you before you ever left to meet that dickhe-”

Despite every part of my brain screaming at me, I act in defiance as one of my hands hooks beneath his jaw, his beard rough beneath my fingers, and I press our lips together again. He reacts immediately, hand dropping away from mine and rising to slide along my jaw. The familiarity of his lips against my mine — tongues recalling a familiar dance — sends heat firing down my limbs. He inhales sharply through his nose, hands drifting toward my waist where cold fingers slide beneath my sweatshirt.

“Daniel, I’m sorry,” I breathe, fingers weaving through the curls at the back of his head. “This can’t go too far.”

“Fuck, I know,” he groans quietly, fingers brushing across my skin concealed by the fleece sweatshirt. “I’m sorry. I’ve just missed you.”

The words hit me square in the chest, and warmth bubbles up and brings my voice to a squeak as his lips press gently to my jaw and neck. My head spins, full of the smell of his cologne and feeling of his lips against my skin, and it tips to the side to allow him access. One of my hands slides across his shoulder, gripping his bicep as his nose brushes against my neck.

“I need to know we’ll talk,” I choke out, legs buckling as his knee slides between mine. “We need to talk about everything.”

“I owe it to you,” he whispers against my skin. All of my defenses crumble beneath his touch.

“I missed you, too,” I whisper, gasping sharply as his cold hands press against my skin beneath the sweatshirt. “It hurt to think about it.”

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, lips still tracing old, familiar lines down my neck. “I’ve always been sorry.”

The chill of the breeze ushers in clouds beneath the cover of darkness, and the stretching black cracks open as gentle rain begins to fall. We’ve barely processed the cold drops falling on our faces, digging through the haze of whatever was happening between us, before the sky opens up and unleashes heavy rain. Our sweatshirts become soaked with rain, hair sticking to foreheads as we look at the other in a daze as our brains scramble to catch up. Chests are heaving and eyelids heavy, and we simply stare at one another as the rain ripples across the pool surface. I see the manuscript flutter behind Daniel, and I curse as I lunge for it, grabbing the soaked papers and pulling my rumpled sweatshirt over them in a futile attempt to save them. I spin around to a laughing Daniel — a true laugh that makes him look like he's 25 again. He doesn’t look so heavy, and his shoulders lift higher than they had since arriving at the house. He continues to laugh as he grabs my hand, pulling me through the pouring rain and across the soaked pool deck toward the house. We stumble into the house, leaving water droplets in our wake, and he continues his laughter, quieter now as Michael sleeps upstairs. He drops the wet book to the countertop, pages already swelling, and he reaches to peel his sweatshirt off.

“Daniel, what is so fun-”

I stumble to a halt, words failing, and my eyes watch as his bare torso is revealed. Biceps flex as he tugs the sweatshirt over his head, and he reaches a hand out to indicate he’s waiting for mine. I’m aware that I’m staring, eyes tracing new tattoos spreading across his skin, but I can’t tear my eyes away. I’m frozen — trying to recognize something that used to be so familiar.

“I’m gonna put our stuff in the dryer,” he smiles softly. “Cal, you’re freezing. You need to get that stuff off.”

I nod, dazed as my eyes are stuck on the tattoos on his collarbones and spreading down his arm. My fingers tug at my sweatshirt, peeling the heavy fabric away from me, and something about his eyes on me spurs my confidence as I peel the cotton t-shirt away from my skin, too. I don’t hesitate to lose the t-shirt, a sense of comfort in Daniel’s presence, and I can feel the burn of his eyes on me as I tug the shirt over my head to hand to him. Goosebumps prickle across my skin as I stand before him, bra and sweatpants damp from the rain, and his eyes shamelessly stare at me.

“You got more tattoos,” I whisper, unable to take the silence as his eyes watch me. “I didn’t know about them.”

He nods, still holding our sweatshirts and my shirt in his hands, “Picked up a couple since you’ve seen me like this.”

I don’t know what to say, so I remain quiet as I follow him into the laundry room. My eyes drink him in, tan skin stretched across taut muscle and adorned with black ink. His dark curls are wild from the rain. He tosses the soaking items into the washer, adding a full step to the promised routine, and his fingers clutch the elastic waistband of his pants before he tugs them down his legs. I can’t help the sharp inhale that passes through my lips as his sprawling thigh tattoo is revealed beneath sleek boxers, and he faces me seemingly unfazed despite hearing my gasp.

“Do you want me to step out while you throw yours in?” he asks.

My brain screams at me, but in an attempt to play it cool as my mind scrambles to catch up with everything, I shake my head. I peel the sweatpants off my legs, hyper aware I’m standing before Daniel in next to nothing, and pass them to him to toss into the washer. The water starts filling the basin with a gentle hiss.

“I thought we were just drying them?” my voice is unsteady as I take ragged breaths.

He turns to me and I’m suddenly aware of how small the laundry room is with the minimal distance between us. My back is pressed against the edge of the wooden table, and our chests nearly brush with the deep breaths I’m heaving.

“Figured I’d wash them while we’re at it,” he whispers, voice raspy as our eyes meet. “I have to kill some time before I throw them into the wash.”

I nod my head, humming since I don’t trust my voice. His fingers reach toward my face gently, warm digits brushing hair sticking to my forehead behind my ear. I take a steadying breath, stuck in whatever trance is surrounding us, and my fingers brush along the tattooed words on his collarbone.

“Tell me about them,” I whisper, feeling goosebumps rise in the wake of my touch.

He tells me about some of his new tattoos, voice quiet and raspy as whatever space was left between us slowly closes. My fingers brush across his chest, tracing the ink from his shoulder to his bicep to his forearm as he talks about each new tattoo since I had seen him like this. He takes his time, sharing each story with detail and letting me trace the delicate lines. He tosses the small load of laundry into the dryer when it chimes, briefly breaking our trance before returning to stand in the closing space between us.

“The new one on your thigh,” I whisper, hand slowly reaching for the ink above his knee. The anchor is settled within his sprawling thigh tattoos, hidden unless you were already familiar with them. I notice the sharp inhale he takes as my finger brushes across his skin, “The anchor.”

He nods, throat bobbing as his eyes flutter shut, “It was for you. You’re always reminding me to stay grounded — it’s a reminder of home.”

Tears suddenly flood my eyes as I gasp, and my gaze tears from the ink on his thigh to his face where warm brown eyes meet mine.

“You got this for me?” I whisper, voice low and breath fanning across his skin.

He nods, eyes hood and a honeyed lilt to his voice, “Callie.”

My fingers stop tracing his skin, and my eyes search his for whatever he’s about to say. His hands twitch at his sides, “Did he touch you like I did?”

The first mention of my ex since I had told Daniel we had broken up. It catches me entirely off guard.

“What?”

“Don’t play dumb on me, Cal,” he starts, voice strong and eyes dark. “Like in France. Did he touch you like that?”

“Daniel,” my voice trails off, brain forgetting how to do anything besides think of him — besides giving me flashbacks of his hands on my skin and his kiss from earlier.

“Did he touch you like how I touched you? I have a feeling he didn’t even come close.”

Our chests are heaving between us, and no matter how much my brain screams at me for what I’m about to do, I’m powerless to fight it.

“I need you to remind me how you touched me.”

That’s enough. Clashing lips and tongues as he lifts me onto the table behind me. The dryer drones away behind us, masking whatever noise is drifting from the laundry room toward the living room and kitchen. Daniel’s hands on my body, palms warm and rough as they slide across my skin, are familiar and warm me from the inside out. His hands press the softest parts of me into the hardest parts of him, and my thighs knock open and wrap loosely around his hips. The dance is familiar, our bodies remembering everything before our brains have time to find excuses as to which this should stop. His hand curls against my spine, pressing me into him and sending lightning through my body, and I gasp as his lips trace over the skin sensitive from his earlier ministrations.

“We need to talk about this, Daniel,” I gasp, bra dropping to baskets full of laundry. “Fuck, we need to talk about this.”

His lips part against my skin, mumbling into my shoulder, “Fuck, I know.”

“Promise me I won’t regret this,” I whisper, fingers curling into his hair and tugging gently along his scalp. “If you can promise me that, we can talk later.”

“You won’t regret this,” he answers without missing a beat. “Callie, its you and me. You know how this is going to go. Do we ever regret it?”

In my heart, I know the answer, but the lust clouds my brain, and before I know it, I’ve got thighs wrapped around him. Any clothing has been abandoned into the baskets around us, and Daniel presses forward as our foreheads rest against each other. The steady hum of the dryer matches Daniel’s steady pulse beneath my fingers, and for the first time, I remove any expectations out of the situation. I simply let myself feel, finding freedom in getting lost in Daniel’s touch. The feel and scent of him, arms caging around my body as he lifts me ever so slightly from the table. It hits me all at once — voice hoarse as my eyes shut — and Daniel isn’t far behind, stilling within me as our chests heave. Any chill from the rain has vanished, and once we catch our breath, the dryer chimes quietly. Daniel pulls from me gently, whispering a gentle I know as I whine helplessly. Before I know it, he’s pulling his sweatshirt over my head, smelling of laundry detergent and faintly of him still, and I watch through hooded lids as he tugs the sweatpants up his legs.

“How are you feeling?” he whispers quietly, hands brushing hair from my face.

“Tired, spent, incredible,” I answer.

He chuckles quietly, “Let me take you to bed. We’ll talk tomorrow, Cal.”

He lifts me from the table, setting me down on uneasy legs, and nudges me forward gently. I barely trust my legs as I make my way up the stairs, but Daniel follows behind with large palms resting on my hips. He follows me toward my room, watching as I crawl into bed, and he pulls the blanket over my bare legs. As he goes to leave, I reach for his hand, catching his fingers with mine.

“Will you stay?” I ask quietly, embarrassed at the ask falling from my lips.

He thinks it over for a moment, unreadable look in his eyes, and the guilt burns deep in my stomach. He nods gently, hand squeezing mine before he crawls in next to me, sighing as he gets comfortable on the mattress. I hesitate to curl into his side, afraid of feeling clingy after everything that had just happened, but he rolls onto his side to face me. Our eyes meet, and for the first time this trip, the heaviness weighing around the corners is gone. He smiles as we lay there, grinning as we lay in silence.

“How do we make sure Michael doesn’t find out about this?” I whisper.

“I’ll leave in the morning before he’s up,” Daniel whispers. “Don’t worry about it, Cal.”

I nod my head, but he doesn’t buy it. He pulls me closer to him, arms wrapping around me as I press into his chest. His steady breaths lull me into a near-sleep, eyes lidded and limbs heavy.

“Cal?” he asks quietly, chest vibrating against my cheek. I hum quietly, an acknowledgement I’ve heard him. He continues quietly, words making my heart swell and warmth spread to my limbs, sending me drifting off, “I’ve missed this. I’ve missed you.”

#daniel riccardo imagine #daniel ricciardo fic #formula one imagine #formula one fic #formula 1 fic #formula 1 imagine #daniel ricciardo #august

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tosteur-gluteal · 3 months

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OMORI MLB AU MASTERPOST (might change)

Hi! I'm @tosteur-gluteal and this is a masterpost for my au, the OMORI MLB AU! You can check out the content for that au in the #omori mlb au tag!!

What is the OMORI MLB AU?

It is an alternative universe I've created as a joke, but it slowly turned into a legitimate AU of mine where Sunny and Basil from the video game OMORI are superheroes, specifically Ladybug and Chat Noir from the TV show Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Chat Noir.

What is the setting?

It takes place in Paris, at the same time as the Miraculous Origin episode. But instead of Marinette and Adrien, the heroes are Sunny and Basil. Master Fu was in a hurry, you see... He had to choose a new guardian for the Miracle Box, and happened to stumble across a male nurse. Sunny and Basil go to a private school, as well as the Faraway kids, except here they're french and Parisian. It would be a school that's similar to the one in the Miraculous movie; very fancy.

Sunny's name isn't "Sunny"?

No, his full name is Kiyomu Fua Suzuki! He is French and Chinese (mom's side) and Japanese (dad's side). Very unusual combo. Sunny is a nickname.

What are the names of the heroes?

Ladybug for Sunny (He just chose the name of the animal his miraculous is tied to) and Catmint for Basil (He wanted to be called Stranger but the public just unanimously chose to call him Catmint so it stuck)

There are no character sheets yet, but I can show you some concepts that are still relevant today: Ladybug's final design

Sunny/Ladybug

Basil/Catmint's personality

Ladybug looking at the camera menacingly

Is Gabriel Agreste the villain?

No! In this cannon, he grieved like a normal person would. Also he won't appear in that au sorry lol

Who is the main villain?

The main villain... Is Sunny's dad! Ukon Suzuki, an overworked game designer. Shocking, amarite?

Here are some drawings of him:

He wants to order

Dilfguy

Suzuki Family

Papillon's old design

Is Mari alive?

Yes! She is!

What about Aubrey? And Kel? And Hero? AND OMORI????

Aubrey and Kel go to the same school as Sunny and Basil. Kel becomes friends with Sunny very quickly (he's kind of the Alya of this au) and Aubrey bullies Basil... Thankfully, it becomes more bearable for Basil as soon as he becomes friends with Sunny. ..And yes they'll get miraculouses Omori is a sentibeing! It was decided in this post that Omori's amok should be a rubber bracelet.

What is Catmint|Basil and Ladybug|Sunny's dynamic?

Sunny and Basil are best friends, but Basil has a crush on Sunny. Ladybug and Catmint are colleagues, but Ladybug has a crush on Catmint. By extension, Catmint has a crush on Sunny and vice-versa (see that funny date drawing)

At least, that's the status quo at the beginning of the story!

Drawings of them interacting:

Them cuddling

Aftermath of the heroes' first appearance

Unfinished comic

(Old drawing) Charm

Just them ;3

What is your gendah

Sunny the unforgiving

PPGZ reference (i'll add more once i get some time ifhfeioehm)

Will there be a fanfiction?

Yes!! It's in the making! It's gonna take some time though, since I have another AU called OMOFALLS that takes a lot of work too.

About the Playlist?

There is a playlist for the MLB, but don't expect it to make much sense yet TwT. These are the songs that I listen to when working on my au. BUT! I think the songs that represent it the most are this cover and this remix of Tokio Funka by Takamatt; as well as HERO by Ayase/YOASOBI.

#omori #omori au #toaster talks #omori mlb au #mlb au #omori sunnflower #sunnflower #omori fic #fic #masterpost #tosteur-gluteal

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tenaciousduckpoetry · 10 months

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ii. Caught in a Web

Previous Chapter here

Warnings: angst, reader isn't a good person, gender neutral, alluding to reader being morally grey, potential love triangle

A/n: 42 Miles is in bold.

"I just need to get home-"

You rolled your eyes.

"My dad is going to die!"

"And?" Your voice was filled with venom. Miles was so desperate. You were beginning to enjoy the pleading, panicked look in his eyes when he finally realised that you could care less in the moment. You offered a small smile, yet it wasn't comforting. "It's not my problem if your fucking dad dies." Your words came out harsh. The mention of Miles' dad had you glancing towards the other Miles, your Miles. He was hard to read, but with his brows furrowed and lips turned down, head tilted up, you knew your comment affected him in one way or another. You attempted to change the subject away from his dad. "You still haven't told us why you're here, Miles."

There was another flash of panic. What would happen if he mentioned the multiverse? The fact that there were people after him, lots of people whom would probably mistake the other Miles for himself. "I already told you! Please, I'm just trying to get home!" He groaned out, growing frustrated and annoyed, "I was trying to get home, and I ended up in the wrong universe." He finally admitted.

You weren't surprised. You figured that much out already. From the moment you saw him, to the moment you punched him in the face. Why else would Miles have a doppleganger? You seemed to be lost in your thoughts for a moment when your Miles spoke up.

"You work for someone?" He rose a brow, glancing towards the spandex suit his carbon copy was wearing before looking back into his eyes.

"No- no. Yes? No. Maybe." He stumbled over his words. "Listen, a bunch of other people like me are going to come find me. So, if you don't let me go you both are going to get in the middle of it." He tried to reason.

It looked as if you weren't listening, a cloudy look in your eyes. You were studying Miles so intensely. It felt like you had known him your whole life, and while you had known him in his universe, you didn't here. The feeling was uncomfortable and unexpected, something that left you with a subtle sense of curiousity to learn more about this undiscovered version of your best friend.

"Is our- sorry, your dad.. y'know?"

You quickly looked up to Miles, seeing the hesitant look in his eyes before he nodded. "Yeah. Place has gone to shit ever since." Miles frowned. "Mamá has been picking up more shifts at the hospital too." He figured as much. Maybe Miles wasn't as bad as he originally thought?

All while chatting up a storm with the alternate version of himself and you, he was working on the ties that held him to the punching back. He had gotten them loose enough to tug now. All Miles wanted was to get out of the restricting ropes that were now burning his wrists.

Your eyes ran from his face down to his arms. You then turned to your friend. "We could untie him.." you whispered, "What's he going to do anyway? He doesn't have a phone or a watch.. he can't contact anyone. Maybe he can help?"

You watched as his eyes widened. You were right. He couldn't contact anyone, and even if he wanted to fight his right shoulder was pretty banged up from his chase with Miguel. He heard the sigh that slipped past his doppelgangers frown and the quiet curse that followed.

They're going to let me go! The thought left as quickly as it came.

"Fuck. Okay."

You smiled.

"We're not letting you go. You're going to help us first, then we'll talk about freedom."

You knew he would agree with you, one way or another at the least. You moved around to where Miles was bound to the ever swaying punching bag. "You try anything and I'll hunt you down for sport, yeah?" Your words sounded so sincere, so Miles just agreed. He didn't want that to happen. Your hands brushed against his, inspecting the rope burn before you began to tug the loosened chords free.

Miles hissed as he fell to the floor, body glitching in a horrid fashion. Flashes of green, blue and red protruded from his body as he clutched his stomach. His mind flashed back to the moment of his first mission in Alchemex with Peter.

'Your cells are deteriorating as we speak. That must be so painful.'

Your brows raised and you almost felt pitiful. "You really aren't from here are you?" It was rhetorical. Your arm looped under his. You were quite strong, stronger than he expected as you helped pull himself up from the floor. There was a sudden urge to help him but you weren't entirely sure why. You chalked it up to the fact that he looked like your friend.

"What was that?" Miles spoke up. He looked at you and you almost went to open your mouth and answer until Miles beat you to it. "My atoms are deteriorating.." He sounded out of breath. Out of instincts you brought him over to the couch, helping him sit. For someone who had threatened to kill him just minutes earlier, you were being quite caring now.

Now being on the couch, Miles was able to finally take in his surroundings. Those speakers.. the purple couch, the red punching bag. This was his tio's place. "He's alive.." he muttered under his breath, eyes shutting for a moment to hold back any unshed tears that threatened to spill.

You and Miles squinted at him. Miles went to speak before there was a sudden knock at the door.

"I got it." You spoke quietly, nodding towards Miles who gave a small nod back. You walks towards the door as quietly as possible. You looked through the peep hole and your eyes widened. You turned back to Miles, shaking your head quickly.

"I know someone's in there!" The voice bellowed. That wasn't uncle Aaron's voice, Miles wasn't sure what to think anymore.

You moved back to Miles, watching as the other Miles stood up. You pulled your mask back over your face, watching as the two boys followed in suit.

"You take Miles. I'll take care of this." The prowler spoke, voice changed slightly deeper now that the mask was on.

"No- no. I'm not leaving you here. Something could happen-" Your sadistic tone from before turned into one of concern. So you really did care for him.. Miles smiled slightly, lost in his own thoughts until a bang came from the door. He jumped slightly. Why were his spider senses not helping?

"I'm not taking no for an answer. You need to watch Miles, make sure he doesn't try leaving just yet." He huffed out.

You went to object again, only to stop yourself halfway. You nodded. "Okay.. Be safe. Meet at the spot when you're done." You hummed.

You then turned towards Miles, your look sour again. You had practically began to drag him to the window. Shoving him onto the fire escape. He was shocked by your strength once again, however wasn't surprised at how pushy you were.

"You ready to fly?"

#hobie brown #dewdropwrites #x reader #astv headcannons #astv hobie #astv x reader #astv peter #astv miles #astv pavitr #astv spoilers #miles morales x reader #miles morales

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cheynovak · 3 days

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Sweet child o' mine

Part 1: Don't cry

Dean Winchester & Y/N Winchester (Daughter)

Warnings: Dead, fighting, trauma, abuse, ...

Side note: English isn’t my first language. Please be kind.

Fun fact: The titles of the series and chapters are Guns and Roses songs. In my vision/ this fanfic: is Dean even more traumatised by his father and the loss he suffered. And since this is a alternative universe, I also wanted to go with a (heavily) tattooed Dean so picture him like that.

This story takes place in an alternate universe. Where John didn’t die but found the bunker and helped/guided people during yet another end of the world situation. A world where Dean had a daughter Y/N who grew up in the bunker with him. And helped her dad and granddad run the military household/ camp.

The angels had fought their war leaving the world a cruel place, killing millions of people. Making it even easier for monsters to rule the world. And that was exactly what was happening.

Part 1: Don't cry

The nights at the bunker where always quiet, you could hear a pin fall on the floor, except for today. John, Y/N’s granddad and her father Dean had found new refugees and they seemed to have a difficult time settling in.

Y/N a young girl, just turned 10, heard her dad correcting the new people. “Listen, you either stay here and follow our rules or you can get the fuck out of this place!” She hated it when he had to act like this.

It made her nervous, crawling deeper under her blanked. But Y/N jumped out of bed after she heard a loud bang.

Even though she knew her dad could handle anything, he was her hero, she was still afraid something would happen to him. Afraid to lose the only person she felt that still loved her.

She opened her door, peeking outside. She saw the man of the new group on the ground. Her dad stood over him with his shirt in his fist. The second Dean saw the man’s eyes widen, looking to the hall behind, him he turned around.

“Go to bed sweetheart, I’ll be right with you.” He said in a sweeter than honey voice completely different from the one he just spoke in.

Dean had never raised his voice to her. Not once, he wanted her to feel loved like his mother had made him feel. His dad on the other hand had raised him a soldier. His wingman, his right hand in this operation.

Especially after his brother had died, Sam was his favourite, the smart one, but Dean was all he could count on now.

Young Y/N nodded and walked back inside, not wanting to upset her father.

A few minutes later her door opened. She saw her dad walking in. “Hi baby, sorry I woke you.” He saw her tucked in bed with the brown teddy bear he once gave her. “Dad? Why where you angry?” she asked while palming him in with her big doe eyes.

Dean crawled next to her in the bed, her little face snuggled against his flannel shirt. She loved the smell of her dad, it made her feel safe. “They just have issues with the regime and rules your grandad has sweety, nothing to worry about. They get it now.”

She crawled even closer to him, her little hand holding on to his shirt. Feeling how his large hands moved in circles over her back, until she falls asleep again. He had done this countless times since her had mom died.

Dean wasn’t a present father from the start, he met her a few years back when Lisa had contacted him. She told him she had a kid, his. Dean didn’t believe her at first, but the second he met her, he knew she was his baby girl.

He took her and Lisa to a fair, this was right before the whole end of the word shit happened. Dean had asked her why she didn’t tell him immediately. “I know your life Dean, a kid shouldn’t live like that.”

“Then why now?” he had asked. To which she responded that she was ill and that she needed to know someone would take care of her.

Dean was upset knowing he had missed the last 5 years of her life. Determined to be there as much as needed, so she could get to know him. That day he won the brown teddy she still sleeps with. A year later Lisa died, and Y/N moved in with Dean, 6months later the world fell apart.

He looked over to his little girl sleeping, seeing how she held on tight to him. He felt horrible that she needs to grow up like this, knowing how much pain her mother’s dead still caused her. She tried to pretend to be ok, for him.

But he knew her struggles.

-- Skip forward in time --

A soft knock on the door woke her up. “Good morning sweety. Are you ready?” her hand rubbed her eye. “I’ll be there in a sec, dad.”

Every morning, he woke her up to follow the daily meeting John insisted on having.

As usual she threw on some jeans she wore the day before, a new shirt and some old flannel her dad complained about losing, knowing very well she borrowed it when he was on yet another mission or hunt.

Every morning, she would see people walking out of their rooms to the control room. But this morning was different.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY Y/N!” the control room was filled with people, Dean walked through the crowed with her present. “Since you keep begging to ride baby, I thought this might be a good present.”

He handed her a small box wrapped in old paper. As she opened it, she found a keychain with one old car key on it. Her eyes widened. “I found an old Camaro. It still needs some work, but I think we can get it running by your 16th birthday next year. If... you help me out.”

She hugged her dad as tight as she could. “You’re the best!” Tears filling her eyes. She could feel his strong hand on her back, hugging her back.

“Right, can we start?” John’s voice filled the room. Dean gave his girl a kiss on her head and moved back to his usual space, slightly behind his father to his right. “As you know Eve and her monsters are still out there...” John continued, but Y/N was too distracted to listen.

After the meeting two of the other kids followed her to check out her present. “Oh my god I can’t believe he gave you a car!” one said. “I know right.” Y/N agreed moving her hands over the car. “She needs work, but she will be a beauty.”

“Don’t you kids have chores to do?” The teens jumped at the deep voice behind them. Dean stood in the door of the garage. Arms crossed before him, sleeves rolled up, showing an imposing man looking down at the teenagers.

Scars a crossed his tattooed arms, piercing green eyes who could see through all the bull shit. A firm hand in the control of this safe place. John trusted him although he would never tell him. John’s tough upbringing made him to the man he was.

To her it was just her dad. To the others Dean was the next leader, a man all adults kind of feared. Specially since he was the muscles for John. He looked like he had fought and won hundreds of fights. Which he probably did, one of the only people in this place who wasn’t afraid of the angels and other monsters outside.

“I’m sorry sir,” the teens mumbled and walked quickly past him. He looked over his shoulder to make sure they were gone before he turned to his daughter. “I know, I know you just wanted to see her.” He nodded to the car.

“But you to have your duty, young lady.” He said walking towards her. “Kitchen duty, woopy.” she said sadly. “It’s important to have food on the table.” “And why do all women have to take care of that when the men get to get outside?”

“Not all women.” Dean corrected. ”Right,” she rolled her eyes. “Jody is outside too.” He sighed, “It’s no fun going outside, it’s dangerous, trust me.” - “Exactly, you could use all the help you need!” she begged him.

“Y/N...” he tried to cut her off

“You were my age when you started hunting... a-and your brother too!”

“GODDAMNIT, Y/N!” he hit the roof of the car with his hand. Y/N’s eyes grew big in shock, he had never raised his voice to her. “I said no! I already lost Sam out there I won’t lose you too, understand!”

Tears stinged her eyes when she nodded in agreement. “I can’t lose you too baby, I need you safe inside.” He saw the fear in her eyes melt away. “Promis me.” He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her head. “I promise.” she whispered back.

“Good, now go do your chores, the sooner we’ll have some time to celebrate your day.

Y/N walked in the kitchen, hearing the other young women gossiping. “Y/N is always late, when we are, we get in trouble.” - ”Yeah must be nice to be daddy’s little princess.” - “You know what I heard? She isn’t his daughter, I heard Dean killed her family and that he took her to the bunker.”

“No way!” - “Oh yes!” -”No, no I heard he had slept with a married woman, and when her husband found out it wasn’t his, he threw her out.”

Y/N couldn’t listen to their horrible stories anymore. So, to stop them she walked in the room. “Sorry I’m late.” She apologised and got right back to her task.

Later that night Dean knocked on her bedroom door. “Still away Sweetheart?” He noticed her curled up in her bed. Hearing soft sobs. “Hey, what’s wrong?” He sat on the bed beside her, caressing her shoulder. But she turned away from him.

“Y/N? Talk to me, please?”

“I miss mom.” she softly sobs. Dean thought a second before he responded, “Is this because I was angry earlier today?”

“No... Yes... Maybe.” she sniffs looking at her dad who now took place in her bed. His back against the headboard. “I overheard Clara and Tammy talk. They were gossiping about me.” She saw how Dean frowned his brows.

“Do you want me to talk to them?” She sat up next to him. “No that will only make things worse.” He hummed in agreement. “So...” he changed the topic. “What do you want to do tonight?” She shook her head. “Nothing, I just want to sleep.”

Dean lifted his arm so his not so little girl anymore could snuggle against him like she used to do when she was younger or afraid. In the silence between them he could hear the soft music humming. Realising she had stolen one of his cassettes again.

With a soft smile his eyes scanned the room. “Is that my shirt on your desk?” He tried to sound upset, but she knew he was smiling. “How else am I supposed to sleep when your away at night?” She sighs, “It smells like you.”

The days went by like they always did, left in the kitchen. She heard the two girls’ approach. “Hi, Y/N? We are having a party tonight and we thought it might be fun to join us.” She looked them up and down. “Me? Why, you don’t like me.”

They smiled, “well we don’t know you do me? You never join us.” - “Oh, come on, it will be fun.” The other one begged. “Where is this party of yours?” Y/N asked folding the towel. “By the old junkyard.” Y/N’s eyes widened. “We’re not allowed to be there!”

“See I told you she was no fun.” Clara said to Tammy. “Well, I tried, but ones a daddy’s girl always a daddy’s girl.” - “I-I’m not!” Y/N tried to defend herself. “Fine than prove it. Steal a car and drive us.” They saw the doubt in her eyes. “We know Dean learned you to drive. So, what will it be?”

“Fine. I’ll drive.”

The whole day Y/N was thinking on how she was supposed to steal a car without getting caught in the night. But when her dad and grandpa where out for the night she saw her chance. Clara and Tammy were watching her kickstarting a random car at the garage.

“Too bad it isn’t your dad’s car.” Tammy said once the girls were outside. “First of my dad would be pissed knowing someone drove his car, and second, Baby would have made to much noise leaving.”

”Look what I got out of the liquor cabin.” Clara held out a bottle of whiskey. “No, you didn’t!” Tammy squealed.” Y/N looked at them feeling good about joining them. Maybe she would finally make a few friends.

Which wasn’t easy being the boss his granddaughter.

The girls arrived at the junkyard. To their mistake they started playing the music to loud catching the attention of what lurked in the dark. “Shh!” Y/N turned the music down. “Did you hear that?” Clara turned the music back on.

“Don’t be such a pussy.” Y/N walked around the car “No seriously, I heard something.” Tammy seemed to be scared. “Y/N stop it, this isn’t funny.”

And then Y/N saw the glimpse move between the old cars. “Get in the car! NOW!” She ran back to the girls. Desperately trying to start the car but if failed. “Come on, come on, come on!” “ Y/N...” Clara’s voice was filled with fear.

Y/N look up, seeing the werewolf provoking them by walking slowly towards the girls with his teeth bare. Y/N finally got the car starting. With squealing tires, she drove off.

The girls looked out the back window a few miles further up the road. “Did we lose it?” Tammy asked scared.”

“I have no idea.” Y/N said but when her eyes were back on the road she noticed the same creature a head of them. Making her yank at the wheel. The car tumbled on to the roof to the side of the road. The three girls were in shock. “Is everyone ok?” Luckly, they responded quickly to Y/N.

Y/N looked out the window, seeing how a set of boots walked towards them. Desperately she started tugging her belt, trying to get it loose. Just when the creature reached their car the girls hear a loud roaring.

The car stopped with screeching tires, and before they could think they heard two loud gun shots. Which made Clara yelp before covering her mouth. Dean’s head popped up in the window before pulling the car door open.

He cut the girl lose, lining them up before the beat-up car.

“Now can someone explain to me why the hell you were out here?!” Neither dared to speak. Dean looked furious. “Dad please...” His finger flew to her face before he bald his hand into a fist. Clearly upset.

“Don’t get me even started on you, young lady! I explicitly told you NOT to go outside!” He turned back to all three of them. “Do you have any idea how lucky you are I noticed you were gone?” silence filled the air, a big contrast to when Dean spoke. “Get in the car!”

He grabbed Y/N’s arm, he looked down on her. “I’m very disappointed in you.” Tears started to blur her sight. Then he let her go running to the passenger's side.

The drive home was silenced. All Dean could think about was that the creature now had their smells. Him showing up just scared it away. He had fired shots but didn’t kill him. So, all he wanted was to get the girl home asap.

Dean got out of the car opening the garage door, he heard howling. He looked at his daughter, she heard them too. This wasn’t one werewolf anymore. “Go! Get inside... Get John!” Y/N ran inside, doing what she was told. John rushed outside Y/N tossed him a gun filled with silver bullets.

By the time they got back, Dean was already beaten up, fighting three werewolves at the same time. His gun next to the car. John was shooting which made one come other him, Y/N witnessed the fight seeing how they couldn’t fight of all three at the same time.

On instinct she ran towards Deans gun, pointed it at the werewolf holding her dad, she took her shot but missed and hit its shoulder. John had just killed the other one, he witnessed how the wounded one ran marched towards Y/N.

Dean yelled out in full panic. “DAD!” But John had no clear shot. Y/N tried to shoot again but was out of bullets.

As Dean saw the monster moving to his little girl he ran towards her, without a second of doubt he blocked her body with his. The wolf pierced his nails in Dean’s back. Y/N looked in Dean’s green eyes while his large body hovered over her.

John got a clear shot. Once he shot the last one it let go of Dean’s body.

Dean leaned forward, Y/N tried to hold the weight of her father’s body. “Dad?” she slowly sunk down, holding him in her arms “Dad...” She saw the tears in his eyes. His hand took hers. John dropped beside them.

Y/N saw how the light in his eyes dimmed. “Dad, please, please dad... stay with me.” Y/N started to cry her eyes out. “Please, wake up... I’m so sorry dad. Please.” She pulled his shoulder up to hold him closer in her arms.

Her head against his hair, tears steaming down her cheeks. “Please dad... I love you.” She saw John standing up, “I’m sorry... I’m so, so sorry.” Y/N said towards him but more to her father.

Y/N stayed the rest of the night outside holding his body while John and the other prepared the funeral. By sunrise John stood over Y/N. “It’s time.” was all he said

The way he looked at her was not to describe. All these emotions, anger, disgust, pain, ... she knew he would never forgive her.

Neither will she.

Sneak peek part 2

“Dean! Wake up, you can’t be late again!” Sam yelled at his son. “Where is he?” Eileen signed. “Upstairs.” Sam answered. Eileen kissed Sam goodbye, ready to leave for work. But before she could set foot out the door...

“Eh... Sam?!” she called him. Sam walked towards the front door, seeing his old man standing there. John smiled soft, “Sammy... I need your help.”

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