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daddyy333 · 2 years

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Secret | Eddie Munson x y/n

if you’d like you can reblog my original work, but please don’t post it without credit. if you take inspiration from my ideas please tag me, I’d like to see how someone else would write it

Word count: 1.9k

Part 2

summary: Eddie and you have been secretly dating sorta on accident, and the gang finally finds out and are in shock, especially since Dustin knew too and didn't say anything

(Lets just pretend Eddie's style and hair was the same at 15 and like when he was a bit younger)

"What's a pretty girl like you doing here?" Young, nervous, 15 year old Eddie said. Jeff dared him to see if he could get your number, considering that he couldn't stop staring at you since they got in the store. You chuckled and said "just trying to buy overpriced clothing"

His knees damn near gave out when held up your arm with a Metallica shirt and a few more band t-shirts that he recognized. "Yea, this place is expensive..." he said and you chuckled, looking over at the jewelry section.

He took a deep breath and said "I was wondering if I could uhm...could get your number? Maybe we could be friends...o-or more?" You shook your head, he was so cute and nervous.

"Give me your hand," you said and he held his hand out. You grabbed a pen out of your pocket and wrote your number, with your name and a heart underneath it. "Right, names. I-I'm Eddie," he said and you smiled.

You raised his hand and said "I'm y/n," "That's a pretty name...I'll uh...I'll call you later" he said and you nodded. You kissed his cheek and walked over to the register. He blushed beet red and ran over to his friends, freaking out that he got the number off the hottest girl he'd ever seen.

It took 3 weeks for him to ask you on a date, and you guys went to lovers lake and skipped rocks across the lake, talking and hanging out. By the end of it you were on his lap whilst you two made out, your hips rolling against his, a boner forming and straining against his jeans.

You stopped him though, you knew you were not ready to go there after only knowing each other for 3 weeks and this being your first time even kissing. And quite frankly, neither was he. I will say, the orgasms you two had when you went home and got yourselves off to the thought of each other were unreal.

2 more weeks, 6 more dates, 4 more make out sessions and finally you were his girlfriend. He eventually realized that the reason he'd never seen that pretty face before was because you had moved at the beginning of the summer, and was glued to Eddie's side the whole school year.

When you found out about the bullying, you didn't want to do something that would make Eddie upset or uncomfortable so you just comforted him to the best of your ability and fought the urge to punch his bullies in the face every time they breathed around you.

No one actually realized you were dating, they just knew you were close. Mostly because you guys weren't super intimate outside of his trailer and your house, and sometimes in the woods behind school.

When you guys were 10 months into your relationship, you said "I love you" first and were super anxious about it, but you had to tell him how you felt. He froze, his breath hitching and his grip on your waist tightening. "R-Really? Me?" He asked softly and you nodded, kissing him softly.

You took a deep breath and he said "I love...I love you too," you knew this was scary for Eddie, since he only had two friends, and a hard working Uncle who was more of a guardian and provider than a parent and no one had really said "I love you" to him before.

"You mean that? I don't want you to say it yet if you don't mean it. I don't need you to say it back I just need you to know that's how I feel about you" you said and he wrapped his arms around you, kissing you gently.

"I-I mean it. This...this is just a little scary for me, you know? Cause it's gonna really suck now if something happens to our relationship" he said and you shook your head. You ran your hands up his arms comfortingly and said "nonsense," and cupped his cheeks and kissed him again.

When he turned 16 he started getting into weed a lot more, he'd smoked it before a bunch of times but then at 16 he started selling and buying and became a bit of a stoner. You finally smoked with him for the first time the first day of spring break junior year and it was just overall funny for him to watch, and absolutely adorable when you fell asleep on his lap after.

When you were both 17, you made love for the first time and it was incredible. He almost forgot how to breathe when he saw your boobs for the first time. He fingered you first, so confused as to how you had gotten so wet so fast.

Seriously, it had spread all over your inner and his fingers thrusting inside you made delicious wet sounds. You were on birth control by then so he damn near busted right then and there when you said he didn't need a condom.

You were moaning and whimpering each other's names, your tight pussy straining to handle all of him, all 10 inches of him filling you to the brim. You both had never cum so fast in your lives, probably waking up the whole neighborhood with your moans.

You didn't care that he didn't pass senior year the first time, you barely passed yourself. However, after giving him the best blowjob ever and riding him so well he nearly cried because of how good the orgasm whilst on a date at lovers lake for his 18th birthday, he asked you to marry him

Still bouncing on his cock, chasing each other's second orgasm, you started to slow down, realizing he was serious. He chuckled softly and said "I'm serious...marry me," "yea- yes! Yes, yes!" You said and chuckled, started to ride him hard and fast. He gasped and moaned, squeezing your hips.

By the end of that week you were Mrs. Y/n Munson. October 19, 1984. The best day of your life. You had already been living at Eddie's before that, Wayne was glad Eddie had found someone like you to be with him and to love him. Your life was amazing, you two were so in love you couldn't handle it sometimes.

However he slowly realized that during his 3rd senior year, while hanging out with Mike, Dustin, Steve, and Lucas, hearing Mike talk about his girlfriend made him think about you back at home, realizing no one had any idea he was married.

He completely accidentally hid your relationship from them. There was only one ring on his left hand and it was the wedding ring you both saved up to buy, and could easily be passed off as any other regular ring. It made him nervous, would they feel offended that they didn't know?

When Dustin randomly showed up at the trailer he shit his pants, realizing your bra, panties, shirt and shorts, as his clothes were still scattered all over the living room from last night and you were in his bed naked. Dustin's eyes widened when he saw the clothes. He fake gagged and Eddie ran to grab everything, throwing it in his room.

"Ugh, that's gross. Ew, oh my god I can't sit on this couch now knowing what you did on it" he said and Eddie chuckled nervously. He took a deep breath and said "we moved to the bedroom before anything actually happened. We weren't even naked on the couch"

Dustin groaned as he sat down, feeling like he was gonna get an STD from sitting on the couch. Dustin just chilled with him, coming up with a new campaign and watching a movie. Eddie didn't hear the bedroom door open, and he deeply regretted it not 30 seconds later.

You came out in one of Eddie's white undershirts and lacy black panties, you looked like a walking porn magazine cover so Dustin was in complete shock and looked at Eddie with his eyes as big as a dinner plate. Your hands were shielding your eyes from the light since you were slightly hung over and ended up not noticing Dustin as you wrapped your arms around Eddie, kissing his neck.

"Jeez, I'm so hungover and sore from last night. Every time I ride you I feel like death the next day" you said and chuckled. Eddie cleared his throat and said "sweetheart we have a guest" Your eyes widened and you looked at Dustin, clearing your throat.

"H-How old are you?" You asked and he cleared his throat.

"14" he said nervously and you scoffed. He turned around and turned Eddie around, shoving him harshly. "Jeez, you know you have a weird amount of underaged friends" You said and Eddie shrugged and Dustin gulped.

"You do realize you're not wearing a bra and those panties don't leave a whole lot to the imagination?" He said and you chuckled, going to put more clothes on. He slapped your ass as you went back into the bedroom. "how the hell did you manage to get a girl that hot to sleep with you?" He asked and Eddie blushed.

"I asked myself the very same question," Eddie said and you came back out, clothed this time. You hadn't done laundry and couldn't find where Eddie had thrown your bra so you were only in his hoodie and a pair of shorts.

"Hi...child. I didn't know you were here, or coming today or I would've made sure I had clothes that actually cover me" you said and looked at Eddie, who failed to mention anyone was coming over today. "No, yea whatever...I'm sorry it's just...you slept with Eddie? On purpose?" He said and you smiled. You shook your head and said "yea, yes I did,"

"Huh...well I'm Dustin, Eddie's friend from sc- uh, uh work. His job" he said and Eddie chuckled, at least he knew his small friend would have his back and not embarrass him in front of a girl. "I'm y/n" you said, not mentioning your relationship in case Eddie didn't want that.

He went to shake your hand but then pulled back. "That hand has probably touched Eddie's penis and I just don't think I want to touch your hand knowing that informa- Eddie- holy fuck, she has a ring- you slept with a married woman?!" Dustin said and you laughed, whilst Eddie's heart was pounding.

"Ok, I wasn't gonna say anything but I'm not just a one night stand, I'm Eddie's wife" you said and Dustin damn near passed out. This was a lot of information and a lot of stuff being thrown at him all at once. "Wife? Why?" He said and Eddie took a deep breath.

You chuckled and said "I ask myself the same thing" "Why the hell didn't you tell me you were married?" Dustin asked and you raised an eyebrow. Eddie handed him a sandwich and said "I just uhm...well I mean we've been together so long I just forget that I have to actually tell people I'm in a relationship and they don't just know automatically. I didn't mean to, but now I'm scared to tell everyone because of how they'll react"

"But you have a wife, Eddie! Like rings and everything!" He said and you and Eddie both laughed. You moved to the couch to watch the breakfast club for the 8,000th time. You chuckled occasionally when you heard little moments of their bickering.

When Dustin eventually left you said "imagine doing that times 7 with the rest of your friends" "I should've just told them" he said and you shook your head. You ran your hands through his hair, wondering why it never bothered you that his friends didn't know about you. You never really had friends, just Eddie and your grandma, so you didn't see a reason to care that Eddie hadn't told his friends.

this ones a bit weird, but I liked the idea

pt.2 coming soon, let me know if you want to be tagged for pt.2

I’m not really sure how taglists work cause I don’t interact a lot on this app I mostly read stuff, but just dm me with the taglist you want to be added to (because soon enough I’ll be posting other characters/people)

Eventually I’ll be writing for

Eddie Munson

Joseph Quinn

Jamie Bower

Steve Harrington

Robin Buckley

So just dm me the taglist you want to be added to and I’ll add you :)

#eddie munson #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson x reader #stranger things #eddie munson fanfic

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chosonore · 3 years

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part one | oblivion

oblivion [noun. the state of being unaware or unconscious of what is happening around one]

pairing: kamo noritoshi/f!reader

summary: your relationship with noritoshi was like a game of cat and mouse; no matter how hard you tried to escape from him, he would always find his way back to you.

wordcount: 3.9k

content/warnings: friends to enemies to lovers, language, noritoshi is kind of a dick but i promise it gets better so please don’t lose faith in him, we’re not strictly following the manga timeline bc while i am reading it, i do have a goldfish brain, lowercase intended

a/n: hello, here’s the first installment of my sanguine series! it’s the prequel of this drabble (nsfw) i wrote the other week while i was working on the outline of the fic. it’s a little slow burn because i wanted to spend some more time exploring their relationship and the groundwork for it, so yeah. i’ll try to update it regularly, but since i’ve only planned five parts for sanguine, it might take a while bc i want to take my time with it. if you want to stay updated with the series, i’ll post the masterlist to it shortly! i do hope you enjoy it though :) and stay safe, everybody! [tagging @sukirichi the sukuna to my yuuji, who just gets spammed when i start rambling about my aus but always screams with me (´• ω •`)]

masterlist - next

"y/n!" you look up to see miwa storming towards you, thrusting a book in your direction. "could you- could you please give this to noritoshi? i borrowed this book from him like a week ago and if i don't return this anytime soon, i think he's gonna kill me."

scowling at her, you look at the book in disdain. you wanted to avoid crossing paths with noritoshi as much as possible and miwa was well aware that you didn't like hi-

"please," miwa pleaded again, taking your hands and placing the book in it. "i'm really scared of him. he always looks like he's going to shoot me soon. even todo is pretty nice if you don't interrupt his takada-chan time!"

you sighed in annoyance, you just couldn't say no. ever since coming to the kyoto metropolitan curse tech, miwa and you had been pretty close because you strongly disliked the other students. most of them were arrogant and stuck-up, thinking they were better than the other; the two that belonged to the three clans were even worse. on your first day here you'd promptly gotten into a fight with mai, disliking how haughty she was and trying to prove everyone that she was better than them. much to your chagrin, the fight ended in a tie.

"fine, but you owe me some mango," miwa's face lit up in relief and she gave you a thumbs up before dashing to her room, most likely to escape noritoshi's wrath. you inspected the book. was it even worth returning it? maybe you could just throw it in the trash. if noritoshi ever found out, he'd kill miwa first and then you. you let out another sigh before making your way towards the training grounds. he most likely was outside to practice, either with one of the guys or alone. as you were nearing the training grounds, you could already hear the sound of arrows whistling and the dull thuds of them hitting the target. it was hard to spot him through all the trees; you weren't entirely sure where he was. your ears perked up when you heard him release another arrow until you realized that it was heading your way. this bastard. fortunately, you were able to slash the arrow clean in the middle, angrily pointing your sword in his direction. you still couldn't see him anywhere.

"you fucking idiot! you could've killed me," you snarled, stomping deeper into the forest. an amused laugh echoed through the trees.

"you're acting like i can't control my arrows. it's not my fault you let your guard down," noritoshi retorted smugly, lowering his bow as he saw you approaching. you were fuming, hurling the book at him. how dare he? you watched with satisfaction as it hit him square in the chest - who was caught off guard now, huh? he deserved it anyways.

"miwa asked me to return your book," you curtly explained and turned back around to leave but apparently, noritoshi had other plans. instead of saying anything else, he just followed you which unsettled you even more.

"stop following me."

"who said i was following you? i'm just going back to the dorms. i'm sorry you can't handle me being near you."

you whirled around, sword pointing dangerously close to his neck. he smirked at you triumphantly, it was just too easy to get a rouse out of you. "another word and i'll cut you, seriously. you're pissing me off," you gritted your teeth, hating that you always fell for his stupid games. he knew you all to well, what made you angry, what made you happy, what motivated you. once upon a time, you'd thought the same about him; until he changed so rapidly, so unlike your expectations. you were worlds apart and yet you'd reserved an ounce of hope that he wouldn't turn out to be as arrogant as the clan heads. swift as the wind, noritoshi grabbed your wrist, dragging it upwards and towards him until he could lean down to you. your heartbeat sped up - holy shit why was he so close to you - and you froze in shock.

"i'd like to see you try, princess," he whispered in your ear, the grip on your wrist tightening. "you wouldn't dare to."

the first time you met noritoshi, he was sitting outside in the garden with his mum. both seemed to have a good time. noritoshi's hair was tousled from the soft summer breeze and he had a soft smile on his face, happily munching away on the snacks that were displayed on the table. while he looked friendly enough, you were wary of meeting and talking to him because you felt kind of queasy around the kamo family. you couldn’t quite place a finger on the feeling, the older members of the family intimidating you to no end. much to your dismay, you felt like you had to be watchful - your parents worked for the kamo family, so naturally the apartment you lived in was close to the estate. you avoided any run ins with the adults, they weren’t exactly friendly to you. noritoshi’s mum had befriended your mum and they spent a lot of time together when possible. and yet you’d never met noritoshi before, seeing how busy he was with his various classes.

the fit that you threw, not wanting to tag along with your mum, was long forgotten when you’d spotted the jar of cookies on the table. before your mum could react, you pulled your hand away from hers and quickly ran towards it. “hello miss!” you greeted enthusiastically, your eyes shining at the sight of the sweets. “my name is y/n! i’m here with my mum and i uhm… could i have some of the cookies? please?” when your mum finally caught up to you, she scolded you quietly and greeted the other two, taking a seat beside noritoshi’s mum. you pouted, immediately climbing on her lap as you refused to sit next to the boy. his mum handed you a cookie which you happily took and thanked her politely. noritoshi was curiously eyeing you; it wasn’t often that he saw other children around his age and he didn’t have any friends to play with. his everyday life revolved around reading books, studying, taking archery classes and sometimes spending time with his mum. noritoshi barely even knew what fun was - he’d only ever felt at peace when he was around his mum.

“y/n, sweetie, why don’t you go and play with noritoshi?” your mum prompted but you immediately shook your head, hiding your face in her chest. she simply laughed and shook her head, brushing your hair back softly. “come on, noritoshi is really nice. you can be his friend one day, right? didn’t i tell you that friends are important?”

you frowned. then huffed. when she worded it like this, there was no way you could refuse. the cartoon that you religiously watched featured a group of friends that went on adventures and helped each other out. you’d told your mum that you wanted to be like that too! begrudgingly, you slid off her lap and trudged towards noritoshi who looked at you with big eyes. you held your hand out, waiting for him to shake it. “my name is y/n. uhm… nice to meet you,” you shyly whispered, eyes darting away from him.

it took a while until noritoshi reacted, shaking your hand gently and answering: “hello y/n, i’m noritoshi.”

much to your surprise, noritoshi was actually fun to be around with. he showed you his collection of books, the bow that he was practicing with and you often played the card game you’d received for your birthday together. he was smart and witty, often explaining you things that he’d read in a book but he was also attentive when he listened to you ramble about the other kids in school or when you told him about the cartoon that you were watching. for you, noritoshi was becoming your best friend - for noritoshi, you were his first friend. he cherished you and how unabashedly true to yourself you were. spending time with you was something he looked forward to; you always made him laugh and you didn’t care whether he lived up to the kamo family name or not. to you, he was simply noritoshi. you were like a fresh breeze of air in his life.

noritoshi didn't quite understand why the elders were always so hard on him, so strict and unrelenting. they expected only the best results from him and didn't show any understanding when he exhausted. he didn't enjoy practice anymore, the lessons becoming a chore and burden on his mind. but whenever he saw your face light up at his newly acquired skills, he thought it was worth the trouble. you came to visit him everyday after school, never skipping a day. sometimes he questioned why you weren't visiting your friends from school but you shook your head, poking his chest indignantly. "you're my best friend, 'toshi. of course i'd want to spend more time with you." noritoshi was glad you always chose him, without fail.

even though your parents had always warned you to be careful around noritoshi because his family was strict and didn't like outside influences distracting the heir, you never really strayed from his side. noritoshi didn't have any other friends, who would keep him company or listen to his troubles then? you didn't understand why your parents were suddenly going back on their word. they'd always told you that family and friends were important. you couldn't pinpoint your feelings for him - but your parents saw it. it was obvious; the stars in your eyes when you looked at him, the slight blush on your cheeks when he complimented you and how happy you were when you got to spend time with him. the more time you spent with him, the more they were worried for you.

"'toshi!" you yelled in excitement as you ran towards him, waving wildly. he dropped his bow and turned to you, a soft smile gracing his lips as he opened his arms to hug you. you squeezed him tightly. two weeks you hadn't seen him due to a school trip after which you got sick and weren't able to leave the house. you'd missed him a lot and you were excited to show him the souvenirs you brought him.

"look, i bought you an omamori!" you handed him the small object, then pointing on your bag to show him the one you'd bought for yourself. "i got myself a matching one too! my teacher said it wards off evil spirits and brings you luck." noritoshi's smile was bright, so bright. he was happy you thought of him and were always kind to him. your eyes widened as he leaned in to kiss your cheek before thanking you. the two of you were blushing, neither saying a word but not minding what had just happened.

the day noritoshi's mother left the estate was the day you were slowly starting to lose him. noritoshi grew more forlorn and didn't seem to easily find joy in anything anymore. the departure left a deep, deep gap in his heart. it had shocked him deep to the core when she left him. him. why couldn't she stay? why did she leave him when she was the only person who protected him, loved him? she did say that she was hindering his growth but who was she to decide that? he didn't want to become stronger, didn't want to protect other people like she'd told him to. he wanted to stay with her. "'toshi? 'toshi!" a concerned voice broke through his trance, pulling him back into reality. "i asked you a question! you weren't even listening to me."

you were pouting at him, tugging at his sleeve impatiently. noritoshi apologized, patting your head to soothe your temper. "what do you want to do in the future? mum said it's important to work towards your dreams!" you asked him curiously, grasping his hand to hold it. the gesture filled him with indescribable warmth, drawing him in like a moth to the flames. "my mum said i have a special power, i can heal people! i want to become a doctor in the future, so i can help everyone that got hurt," you explained to him so earnestly that he felt bad for the lie he was about to tell. noritoshi didn't have big dreams or ambitions just yet. he didn't even know what would be suitable to him - he was strictly following orders, never allowed to think for himself.

but when he looked at you, he only had one wish. "i think… i think i want to help people, protect them. especially those that i love."

with each year passing, you noticed that noritoshi was putting more and more distance between the two of you. at first you'd brushed it off as the stress of his training and number of classes he was attending. but as you spent less and less time together, the weight of the situation didn’t escape you. he was easily irritable, cold and arrogant, often rude towards employees of the kamo estate. every now and then when you’d scold him for being an asshole, he’d simply scoff at you and haughtily ask you how it was any of your business. you sighed, tossing and turning in your bed as you thought about how much noritoshi had changed. it kept you up at night, just thinking about how he wasn’t your ‘toshi anymore. you didn’t know this person. ‘toshi was always gentle and kind, he tended to overthink many things and sometimes he was a little bit of a crybaby but you still loved him regardless. you sneaked out of your room, finally mustering up enough courage to ask your mother for advice. the thought of her discovering your blooming crush on noritoshi was scaring you. your parents were wary around the kamos despite working from them - even more so ever since noritoshi’s mother left and the elders had free reign over her son.

“noritoshi! noritoshi, stop walking away from me! hey, i’m talking to you!” you yelled frustrated as you were trying to keep up with him. noritoshi was crossing the garden in long strides, it was nearly impossible to stop him as you couldn’t catch up to him. you lunged forward, getting hold of his sleeve and tugged him back harshly. noritoshi yanked his arm out of your grip, glaring at you annoyed.

“what do you want from me? i have better things to do than to quibble with you,” he hissed irritated. you couldn’t believe him, he had the nerve to dismiss you like this when he was in the wrong?

“you know exactly what i want from you! you can’t just go around and talk to people like you did before just because they’re not from a reputable family! noritoshi, you’re not any better than them just because your last name is kamo.”

as much as noritoshi scared you, you stood your ground. you knew he didn’t take you serious, not with the amused look he gave you. in the past month or two, noritoshi was suddenly hit by a growth spurt - you barely reached his shoulder now and he took advantage of that to mock you, often treating you like an armrest. he pat your head condescendingly, pouting at you in fake regret. “aw, did i hurt your feelings? did i make itty bitty little y/n sad?” he mocked you, before abruptly grabbing your cheeks to make you look at him. “i don’t care what you think of me, cry all you want. i strongly suggest you hold that sharp tongue of yours if you know what’s good. know your place.”

tears filled your eyes; noritoshi had never talked to you this way. what has gotten into him? your heart broke in pieces, unable to take the pain any longer. you were no longer his equal but below him, much like everyone else.

“mum?” you cautiously knocked at the door of her study, waiting for her response. your mother was most likely still awake and dealing with paperwork like she usually did. upon hearing the affirmative noise she made, you flitted inside, closing the door behind you so your father didn’t catch any wind of this. it was already embarrassing enough and you were sure your mother could offer you better advice. you gingerly took a seat on the armchair, grabbing a pillow and hugging it close to your body. how were you going to approach this? hey mum, i have a crush on noritoshi and he’s weird to me now and i don’t know why? uh yeah mum, i caught feelings for the guy you warned me about and now i look like a fool crawling up to you like this?

“it’s about noritoshi, isn’t it?” your mother interrupted your stream of thought, spinning her swivel chair towards you.

“huh? oh no it isn’t, why would it be? i have-”

“y/n.”

“ugh okay fine, maybe it is about him,” you sighed defeated, of course she would look right through you. she always seemed to know what you were thinking, even when you hadn’t confided in her before. “but promise me you won’t judge me!” the look in your mother’s eyes told you that she was going to judge you regardless but you knew she meant well - she simply wanted the best for you.

“i- i just don’t understand why he’s been such a pain in the ass lately. and he’s been treating everyone like dirt too, including me! mum, he’s becoming someone else and i… i don’t know what to do,” you sniffled inconsolably, wiping at your eyes with the sleeves of your sweater. she wasn’t supposed to see you getting emotional. “he’s always busy and when we do get to see each other, he doesn’t want to spend time with me. what if he doesn’t like me anymore? and i don’t like how he’s treating you! it’s the same issue with the elders, they don’t know any human decency at all!”

your mother motioned you to scoot over a little and sat next to you, wrapping her arms around you and patting your back to console you. while she meant well, it accomplished the opposite - you broke down in tears, unable to stop your sobs. “i just want my ‘toshi back,” you whimpered upset, burying your face in the pillow to muffle the sound of you crying. “i know you didn’t like that i became good friends with him but i couldn’t help it and i just really like him and- you weren’t supposed to find that out.”

“sweetheart, i know you love noritoshi,” she handed you a tissue. “you let a lot more on than you were aware of; dad and me always knew you were in love with him.” as if on cue, your sobbing stopped and you just looked at her in disbelief. she knew. she knew. you wanted the earth to swallow you whole. “i think it was always pretty obvious, to be honest. you always looked at him as if he was your entire world and no matter what happened, you were always by his side. i know it’s hard to accept when a dear friend is changing but sometimes you just have to, right? both of you are still growing, there’s no way of telling how your personalities change.”

“but i don’t want him to change like this,” you protested stubbornly, glaring at her. she was talking about it as if it was a matter of simply discarding a bad apple in the trash. it wasn’t easy and it made you anxious. you grew up together, shared secrets and memories. he was the person you’d always looked up to.

“y/n.” your mother sounded stern but you didn’t back down, not yet. “is it really worth it? if a person is changing so rapidly and you’re not getting through to them, you’ll have to let it go. there’s only so much you can do. people grow apart sometimes, it’s only natural. you have to let go of them, temporarily, so you both can heal and grow. y/n, i know you’re being stubborn about this but you’ll have to let him figure things out on his own. fate has curious ways to bring people back together.”

when the time came, noritoshi left to attend the kyoto metropolitan curse tech school without telling you a word. you were disappointed, apparently you weren’t worth saying goodbye to. whatever his reason was, it must’ve been pretty important. important enough to forget the promise that you’d always stay in contact. you wondered whether he'd change again, for the better maybe? maybe you would reconcile when you could finally attend the school as well and train together. you were excited to show him your sword skills, having received your family's heirloom, an elegant steel blue sword. though your skills probably weren’t up to par with the other students, you still wanted to show them off, show him what you’d learned in the year that you spent apart.

noritoshi had changed but not for the better. holy shit, did he get on your nerves. the first time he'd practiced with you, you realized that he had mutated into an insufferable know-it-all. he would give you backhanded compliments or make snide remarks about your posture, how you were supposed to hold your sword, how inefficient your fighting style was. sometimes you wished you could just beat him for once and have him shut up. there was no denying though, noritoshi was way too strong and you had a long way to go. judging from the reactions of the others, barely anyone had beat him either.

and just like that, your feelings for him were buried. you’d taken your mother’s advice to heart, keeping conversations and interactions with him to a minimum but somehow noritoshi always found his way to you. he was everywhere and a quarrel was inevitable. noritoshi got under your skin and he knew how to push your buttons. why he chose to pick on you was beyond your comprehension; he didn’t pay much attention to the other students nor was he particularly liked by them. just how much was he going to get on everyone else’s nerves? out of all the second years, todo aoi was the most amicable; you had the (dis)pleasure to run into him on your first day and for some reason, he took a liking to you. while he was loud and boisterous, mostly doing whatever he wanted, you couldn’t deny that he was a good friend. even though he didn’t care about anyone as much as he cared about takada-chan. at one point, he’d looked at you in sympathy when he caught you staring at noritoshi, patting your shoulder (too forceful): “i’m sorry, y/n, i’m so sorry.”

you still didn’t know what he meant by that.

ps.: todo knows and he’s kinda judging you for your taste in men

#jujutsu kaisen #kamo noritoshi #noritoshi #noritoshi x reader #kamo noritoshi x reader #noritoshi kamo #noritoshi kamo x reader #noritoshi x you #kamo noritoshi x you #noritoshi kamo x you #noritoshi kamo imagines #kamo noritoshi imagines #jujutsu kaisen imagines #noritoshi imagines #fic: sanguine #writing #my writing has gotten SO incredibly rusty i literally only know how to write academic papers anymore bc that's all i do in my everyday life #it makes me speechless to see all the love on my previous sukuna fic and i'm so glad people are enjoying it #hey if you're lurking in the tags thank you for reading i really appreciate it! pls stay hydrated

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knightofameris · 4 years

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nothing you can do — kuroo tetsurou

✎ gender. neutral ✎ contains. I mean, angst lol. unrequited love, childhood friends to,,,, unedited (so expect lots of grammar mistakes) ✎ wc. 1.3k

✎ summary. it was supposed to be childhood friends to lovers, right? so why is it that you now have to move on?

✎ ameris’ notes. based off a lil scenario from 🍒 baby! <3 (sorry lmao i’m reorganizing this to make it pretty!)

Kuroo Tetsurou wasn’t what everyone actually knew him to be. To everyone else, he was charismatic, a scheming bastard, a somewhat respectable volleyball captain, and a science nerd with crazy charms that could get people to just instantly like him.

He’s good at making connections that way.

But to you, you knew him as that shy little kid that you grew up with. A shy little kid who would follow you and Kenma around. His father wasn’t around much, if at all, his mother nonexistent, and his grandparents would give him the type of doting all grandparents do. He didn’t have any siblings either.

Which was probably why Kuroo would always hang out with you when he’d get the slightest bit bored with playing video games all the time with Kenma (this was before Kuroo got Kenma to play volleyball with him).

Now he’s someone who’s easy to talk to. Kuroo could literally pick up a conversation with someone on the train and actually hold a conversation with them.

There were always some days where you’d see the same little kid though. Sometimes he’s hesitant when it came to leading the volleyball club. A side Kuroo didn’t want to ever show his teammates; he was the captain after all, he had to keep the image that he was an unmoving pillar. Especially if he wanted to make the Battle at the Trash Heap happen.

You got to see all sides of Kuroo and grow up beside him unlike anyone else (well, maybe except Kenma)

Maybe that’s one of the reasons why you fell in love with him.

Love. Maybe that’s too strong of a word. But that’s what you felt it was.

You don’t know how it happened. You just knew that the strong platonic feelings you had for him growing up eventually evolved into something new. You remembered when you were in middle school when a classmate asked if you liked Kuroo or Kenma and all you could do in response was gag.

But now in your third year of high school as you sat with Kuroo and the rest of the volleyball club at lunch you realized it was something different.

“You like him, don’t you?” Yaku asked one day, munching on the little cute octopus sausages he stole out of your bento. Kuroo, was luckily out of earshot talking to the others.

You felt heat rise up your neck and before you could reply to the libero, he laughed.

“Don’t worry, I won’t say anything but I think you should tell him,” Yaku turned to look at Kuroo where your gaze already was. Except, you could only give him a deadpan look.

“Really? And ruin our friendship?” You scoffed, taking away your bento from him so he couldn’t steal anymore. “No thanks.”

“I’m just saying, he looks at you the same way you look at him!” Yaku said smugly. “Besides, the other day Lev was mentioning how pretty you are and Kuroo told him to stay away from you.”

A glimmer of hope entered your chest at the thought of Kuroo reciprocating your feelings. But, that couldn’t be possible, right? Kuroo was just protective over you, you are close friends.

“What’s the worse that can happen, he says ‘no’ and you guys continue being friends. And, if he really ends a friendship over something like that he’s a dumbass and it means you deserve better.”

Luckily for you, the worst that did happen was Kuroo Tetsurou did not feel the same way and you continued being friends.

But at this point, fuck. At this point, you wish he broke everything off.

You wish he’d be an asshole and break whatever friendship you had with him. Because now seeing him with his girlfriend, months later, it hurt so so much more.

Because every goddamn day since you confessed to him, you wished Kuroo would show up outside your window with flowers and your favorite snacks and tell you that he lied, that he did like you back but he was just too stupid to see it. Or that he was too scared.

Instead, he got himself a girlfriend. Someone you couldn’t even bring yourself to hate because she was just too nice.

“You and Tetsu have been friends since elementary, right?” She asked you, pulling her knees up to her chest as she sat beside you. She lay her head against her legs and stared up at you.

“Yeah,” you replied, trying to swallow down that little bit of pain that was lodged in your throat. Kuroo had asked you to stick around with her during practice so that she didn’t feel lonely. And of course, you couldn’t say no to him. Part of you believed it could be so that he could break up with her after practice, then ask you out.

But you knew that wouldn’t happen.

“That’s really cool,” she smiled, staring back at the court to stare at her boyfriend, at your best friend that you have a crush on. “You don’t see much platonic friendships like yours. I thought you guys were dating so I didn’t think I had any chance with Tetsu.”

You gritted your teeth then coughed into your fist and stood up abruptly, “Sorry, I need to use the restroom real quick.”

Staring at yourself in the mirror in the restroom, your eyes being bloodshot red, you came to the conclusion of one thing. If you wanted to be happy again, you’d have to be the one to cut things off with Kuroo. You had to get over him.

It wasn’t too hard to avoid Kuroo. Besides, the school year was ending in a few months. Then you’d be off to university and luckily, you weren’t heading to the same one as him.

Kuroo stared at your back as you walked straight past him, a tick mark appearing on his forehead. His grip on his girlfriend’s hand tightened and she could only glance between the two of you with a confused glance. Kenma, stood off to the side, a small sigh leaving his mouth.

“Do you know why they’ve been avoiding me?” Kuroo asked Kenma. Kenma side-eyed him.

“I think you should know, Kuroo,” Kenma replied, walking off to his own classroom instead. He didn’t like third-wheeling Kuroo and his girlfriend without you.

Kuroo sighed, then looked down at his girlfriend, “I’ll be back, I’m gonna see if they’re alright.” Kuroo kissed the top of her head before letting go of her hand to walk after you.

He knew there was one place you’d be. The one place where you always go to catch a breath of fresh air.

Ironically, it was near a little alleyway of sorts, where a lot of cats always gathered.

And Kuroo was right.

You sat on the ground, petting a few stray cats as you ate your lunch all by your lonesome.

“Why are you avoiding me?” Kuroo asked, straight to the point. He didn’t want to beat around the bush, not with how you’ve been avoiding him for weeks on end. With graduation around the corner, he wanted to spend as much time with the people he loved the most. Even if he didn’t love you in the way you wanted.

You turned your head quickly towards his voice, your eyes wide.

“Tetsurou, hey,” you reply calmly, as calm as you could. It was inevitable that he’d come to find you.

“Why are you avoiding me?” He repeated.

“I-uhm. I’m not,” you replied. “I just need some space from everything. Just a little stressed is all.”

Which wasn’t wrong. And sometimes you would need space from everyone. Maybe not this long but... Hopefully he’d buy it.

“That’s bullshit, what did I do wrong? And what can I do to fix it?” Kuroo asked, nearly begged as he approached you. Instead, you stood up quickly, the cats already scuttering away, and backed away from him. Kuroo stopped, instead opting to wait for a reply.

All you could do was smile and glance off to the side. A light spring breeze flowing through this odd alleyway.

“Nothing, Tetsu, there’s nothing you can do.”

✎ ameris’ notes: okay so LOL. i originally had a link here to my private post to an audio recording. but hnngg i think that’s the reason why it wasn’t showing up in tags. so, i’ll be having an entirely separate post with the link so just check out my profile, it hsould be the most recent post (but not the pinned post)

that’s only if you want to hear my voice...

HAH sike i took it out

anyway i hope u guys enjoyed it cus i wrote it when i was on like idk. i was sleep deprived. so idk if this is actually any good LOL

#kuroo tetsurou x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsurou angst #haikyuu angst #kuroo tetsuro angst #kuroo tetsurou x y/n #kuroo tetsurou x you #kuroo tetsuro x y/n #kuroo tetsuro x you #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x y/n #a.writes #a.anonfamily!!#from.🍒#💜.kuroo

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espisayer · 3 years

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Writing Tag Game

@alectoperdita tagged me thank you (*°▽°*)

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

a sad 6 but I’m hoping October will inspire me to write out some spooky bullshit

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

38,866

3. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

I only have 6 fics up and most of them have almost the same amount... except for Bury the Hatchet which has three times as much for some reason. (First yugioh fic I posted, and it’s only a year old but for me it’s not aging well 😅)

4. Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

Uhm comments will make my entire day. I usually don’t have the mental capacity to say anything intelligent back but I always try to. (barring something rude, but that’s pretty rare)

5. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Okay wait I can cheat on this one. If you count my ongoing 30-prompt challenge it’s definitely the raging jealousy in #10. Don’t ask me how that happened when the prompt was “animal ears.”

Without cheating it’s probably Never Idle, plus I never wrote a resolution for that...

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

uh. uhhhhhh. I’m realizing I write a lot of angst, not necessarily with bad endings, but more like open-ended positive? I don’t know if that counts. I guess my Yugi/Ryou fic, if I had to choose one but that’s mostly because they give me more positive vibes

7. Do you write crossovers? If so what is the craziest one you’ve written?

Not yet. If I do it’ll 100% be super self-indulgent like yugioh x fire emblem, and probably not three houses so no one would read it. so like it’s on the list, just not very high on the priority pole.

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Fortunately, no

9. Do you write smut? If so what kind?

Yes 😅 but I hesitate to post it. "What kind” depends entirely on whatever else is going on. I respect people who do PWP but I have a hard time not tying it in with something. Otherwise, it’s really not that out there. Unless you count vampires as particularly out there.

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Nope

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Definitely not

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Oh god that sets off my social anxiety. no. Well, yes and no. i took part in a big bang once but i didn’t do any of the writing.

13. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

Outside of hyperfixations I don’t actually ship that much, so I guess the default win goes to kaijou? I only started reading yugioh fics last year. (They did jump out at me right away with almost no biases though)

14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

The resolution to Never Idle 😢 never say never though

15. What are your writing strengths?

😶😶 I wanted to say dialogue but lately I’m feeling kind of uncreative with my dialogue so...

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

Plotting for me (or just trying to finish a chapter sometimes) is just a nightmare. It's indecisiveness but also, you know how people say they have racing thoughts? Mine are constantly tripping over each other, disorganized and inarticulate and I don’t know what that’s about but it’s real frustrating.

I feel like I answered a question like this a while ago and I think I said something similar but. yeah.

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

At best you’ll piss readers off because now they have to fucking google translate it? I’ll click out. If you don’t know a language, don’t throw it in there. It’s easy enough to suggest someone is speaking in a different language.

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

If you count my 10- or 12-year-old self who did not know what fanfic was, yugioh. If you count posted, I think it was Mario.

19. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

Probably Good luck bad luck schmuck. It’s nice when you can go back and make yourself laugh

I’ll tag @faelynny and @chaosmax if you guys wanna do this

#tag game #long post #.txt #[ygo]#do brackets still work on tagging something and keeping it out of the main tag or no?#i usually use [yugioh]#but idk if that works so [ygo] is the safer one in case it doesn't #thanks for the tag 😊

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sennextheassasinkingoflight · 3 years

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Red Pens and Keyboards

For those of you who prefer this format to having to click a link and go to Ao3. Cursed Coffee Shop AU. Lancewain Rated T for minor swearing and suggestive themes. Summary: Lancelot is a new writer. Gawain is his editor. They meet outside the office for once at a nook in the wall coffee shop. A little bit of chaos ensues. Percival is the the one with the relationship knowledge in this one. His dad needs to ask Lancelot out already.

Lancelot ran. He was fucked. This was the third time in as many weeks he had been late for meeting his editor. It hadn’t been a common occurrence until lately. For months he had been on time, but the last few weeks he’d been feeling increasingly more inspired and had been staying up later and later to write. That was in his opinion a valid reason for being late of course. He had overslept. Again. He was currently working fulltime and then some during the day and when he returned home at night he wrote. Last night he had been especially inspired, the same way he had been the last three times he’d been meant to meet with Gawain. He didn’t think too deeply as to why the inspiration was linked to these nights, but he certainly would not push it away.

He jumped over a large puddle in the middle of the sidewalk and nearly slipped. Righting himself he carried on, satchel thrown over his shoulder and nose tucked into his greying scarf. Grimacing he hoped that the rain wouldn't ruin the manuscript and his laptop. He’d forgotten his umbrella because of course he did. He ducked around the corner and, avoiding the drip edge of the shop roofs, bolted towards the coffee shop at the end of the block. The problem, he mused, with being a brand new and unknown author is that it didn’t provide an income that was live able. He had self published and had a meager following. Then one day a man had called and offered to take him on Pro Bono. It was a risky move for Gawain to have taken and Lancelot was certain this would be the last straw. Stopping outside Nemos he gathered himself, rain splashing on his face. He looked through the water speckled window for the brown haired man. He couldn't help but smile to himself when he saw him tucked in the back corner table. Gawain was well put together and wearing that green sweater that absolutely did not highlight his eyes or make him look a hundred times more attractive. Lancelot blushed to himself and shook his head. He was half an hour late and looked like shit in comparison. He had thrown his hair hastily into a bun, and knew he had circles that rivaled a raccoon's mask ringing his eyes. Taking a breath and setting his features to polite indifference he entered the store with his shoulders squared. If he was going to lose this gig, better do it with dignity. He approached the table where Gawain was tapping away on his laptop. Swallowing he opened his mouth to speak. Gawain, of course, chose that moment to make eye contact with him and smile. The words died in his suddenly very dry throat. His composure breaks just a touch with it. “Over sleep again?” “Uhm.” He sounded very dumb but Gawain just laughed. “The writing bug got you last night, then?” “Definitely.” He said sitting in the adjacent chair. Why wasn’t he getting his ass chewed? “I apologize. I’ve wasted your time.” “Nonsense. It happens when one works in our business. I can edit just as well here as my office so I’ve been working. Besides, you're my only meeting today.” The editor said putting his laptop aside. “Did you bring the printed version for me?” “Just like you asked.” “Very good, go grab some coffee so you look like you could use it.” Lancelot nodded and left the table as Gawain set to work with his pen. He wondered if the man knew how adorable he was with his face screwed up in concentration, pen resting idly against his very kissable lips. Lancelot rubbed his face. He really needed some caffeine. That was his editor. Nothing more. Despite his serious caffeine addiction, Lancelot did not drink coffee. Tea and energy drinks were his go to, and this being a coffee shop changed nothing. He ordered a hot extra strong, meaning very bitter, black tea. He couldn’t be bothered to care what kind, or brand, only that it was strong. He rubbed his numb fingers together in a poor attempt to regain blood flow. It stung when he was handed the almost too hot cup of tea. He lifted it to his lips and thought better of it. He did not need to scald his tongue and make a fool of himself. The embarrassment of being late was enough. Turning back towards the table he stopped. There was a young boy engaged in conversation with Gawain. He recognized him from the photos in his office. The office that they currently were not meeting in. He brushed the thought aside to be evaluated at a later time and worked his way back to the couple. “How much longer?” The boy asks as though it’s an innocent question. “You’ve got somewhere to be?” Gawain is far from moved by the question, eyes barely leaving the papers in front of him. “No, but I'm bored.” He stretches the “r” and lands hard on the “d”as if to emphasize his point. “You asked to come with me Percival.” And that must be Gawain's dad voice, because the man sounds about as done as done can be with this line of conversation. At least he assumes he's the boy's father. “I know. But really this place is bloody awful, it smells like burnt coffee.” If one's voice could sound like an eye roll that was definitely it. “Percival!” Even Lancelot straightens his spine at the stern tone. “Sorry.” He wants to laugh, the boy isn’t wrong so he bites his lip and smiles, tucking his nose back into his scarf. Quietly so as not to interrupt the conversation, but definitely noticed he sets his drink down and pulls his laptop out. They have a system, Gawain edits, he writes, then he makes those edits on the digital copy. But Gawain likes him to be present for the editing, which is why they go chapter by chapter. He promises that he will read it all at once when it's finished as a final edit and continuity check and that's good enough for Lance. He isn’t the editor after all. Gawain sighs and it brings him from his thoughts. He looks up from the login screen he's been staring at. He should do that eventually. “Lancelot, this is Percival, Percival meet Lancelot.” “Nice to meet you.” He holds out his hand and the boy takes it politely. “You're sure this isn’t a date? Because you never meet people outside your office.” Lancelot feels his face burn and pointedly doesn’t look at Gawain. That is definitely interesting knowledge to possess. The silence that follows lasts a beat or three to long. “I am technically working. And for the record Percival, dates don’t always occur by going out . Now, we have work to do, so here is my laptop, you know the rules, fix your boredom.” The boy rolls his eyes and takes the offered electronic. “Sorry about that.” Gawain murmurs halfheartedly, eyes cast at the manuscript before him, pen twirling in his fingers, and face unmistakably flushed. “That's alright. He’s your son, right?” “Adopted, yes. His parents were good friends of mine.” “I’m sorry.” “Thank you. He seems to be adjusting well.” He tracks Gawain's gaze to the dirty blond boy and smiles. “He seems like a spit fire.” “He is. With a foul tongue at that.” They share a laugh over it. Lancelot changes the subject after. He’s a little unsure where the boundaries are and decides to play it safe by speaking about work. “There's two chapters there… I managed a full chapter last night, and then some.” “That's impressive. How much sleep did you end up getting then?” “Uhm… I think four hours or so.” He squirms under the scrutiny of Gawain's gaze, and withers at the deadpan admonishment that he receives. “It's a wonder your heart doesn’t give out, between your caffeine addiction and lack of sleep.” He nods. There isn’t an argument in his favor. Swallowing he starts again, “If we don’t get through it all that's fine. I just figured I would bring it since I have it.” “I’m grateful you did. One chapter never seems quiet enough. Reminds me of some of the stories I read online. I may be an editor, but I am highly impatient when it comes to stories I enjoy.” “Online, as in self published stuff? Or… fanfiction?” Gawain tilts his head and smirks, “Both.” “Oh my god. Is that how you found me?” He panics, heart racing in his chest as he thinks about everything he's ever posted. Maybe his pseudonyms hadn’t been different enough if Gawain had found him. Or maybe he hadn’t put it together that the Weeping Monk and The Gray Monk were the same writer. Even when he had self published he hadn’t had the courage to do so under his real name, more accustomed to running around with usernames and gamer tags. “You did self publish via Amazon. And I am always looking for good writers, Monk.” He wants to die. He can feel the burn of embarrassment spread up his neck and slither across his cheeks. He doesn’t know if Gawain knows but that doesn’t stop his brain from running down every possibility in 10 seconds flat. And if he didn’t put it together he sure as hell could now. He’d as good as admitted that he writes for fandoms. Gawain takes mercy on him and chuckles lightly before turning back to his work. Horrified, Lancelot takes a long drink from his still too hot, very bitter tea. Today has been insane and it's only 9:56. He needs to go back to bed. He licks his lips and turns to his laptop. He needs to write. He’s certain that if he can just bury himself in the world he has created for long enough the embarrassment and stray thoughts about asking Gawain out will leave him alone. With some effort he manages to zone out of the coffee shop around them, the sounds and smells fading into the background. His tea goes cold while he works. Patrons have begun flooding the shop for the lunch rush and he doesn't notice it, nor does he notice the muffin that's sitting beside him now. What he does notice is that his character's love interest is starting to resemble his own quiet vividly. Angrily he highlights the section and deletes it with a growl. Can’t have that. What would Gawain think? He has no idea what Gawain's preference is, and the other man hasn’t given much in the way of indication in the matter… not that Lancelot is great at picking up on it anyways. He starts the section over. He focuses on the click clack of his keyboard and writes Gavin slightly differently. It’s not working and he sighs defeated. He should really change the name too. This is his introduction chapter. Gawain hasn’t seen it. There's still time. He’s about to stand and stretch, take a drink of his tea and ask about Gawain's progress when all movement in Nemos stops. “ Why do they have a magic portal in the bathtub? ” Gawain's shocked tone is loud enough that he recoils away from it. He makes eye contact and sucks in a breath. Have Gawain's eyes always been this green? They are shiny with water. Was he going to cry? Laugh? Wait there was a question he was probably supposed to answer. “Uh, comedy? Magic?” Gawain actually glares at him, and he takes a slow measured drink from very cold tea. That was apparently very much not the right answer. He swallows with difficulty, because how can those eyes be this distracting right now. He ignores the spike of arousal it sends down his spine. Nope. This is very much not the correct environment for this. He looks around the room casually. “Lancelot?” “I wrote myself into a corner and needed a convenient way for my protagonist to escape. It seemed clever when I wrote it. Apparently not.” He shrugs and turns back to his laptop. “I can fix it later, when I have more sleep in my system.” “I, no. I,” Gawain reaches across the table and grabs his wrist. He looks up at the man, hurt must be written on his face, because Gawain frowns at him. “I think it’s brilliant and very funny. I just was so unprepared for it. The rest of the book has been so serious and the magic has been all designed for the purposes of combat. I’m concerned you’ll need to go back and fix that or offer an explanation in the following chapters.— “ Gawain's hand is surprisingly calloused and very warm against his own inherently cool skin. He tries not to focus on the point of contact but can't help it. He desperately wants to turn his hand over and hold the others more correctly. He knows Gawain is telling him something important but he can't seem to get his mind to follow what's being said. The contact is a bit much, more than he has had in some time and he is loath to do anything that might break it; so, he nods hoping that it's sufficient for whatever Gawain has just asked. He knows his throat won't push out the air required for speech, even if he willed it with all his being. He tilts his head and licks his lips and gets lost in Gawain's gaze. He has no idea at all what is being said now and can’t seem to get his mind to focus. Percivals' voice is what finally gets his attention. The boy is all attitude when he speaks. “Not a date? You two look like you should be kissing each other senseless. Holding hands and all. You're so embarrassing Gawain. Can I have the power cord, it's been hours and the damn thing is going to die.” Slowly he comes back to himself and glances down at his arm. Gawain rubs his thumb over the skin on the back of his wrist, exposed from removing his jacket at some point, and then pulls away. “If you ask politely.” Gawain says, unfazed save for the slight pink tinging his neck. “Fine, Can I please have the power cord for the laptop, Gawain?” The boy says rolling his eyes and giving a full body shrug. It’s not polite but Gawain's eyes are full of amusement as he digs in his bag for the cord. “Alright, here.” Gawain hands it over, from the depths of his bag. Gawain watches the boy go, and turns back ready to say something but Lancelot is quicker. “Whose muffin?” “Oh, huh, uh yours if you want it. I got one for Percival and I a bit ago and figured you hadn’t eaten.” Gawain laughs out sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Oh, uh, you guessed correctly. Thank you.” He pulls the muffin closer with an awkward smile. “Don’t mention it. I was happy too. Though I wasn’t sure what kind you liked, so I went with lemon. I thought it might compliment the tea.” He follows the casual gesture with his eyes, and flicks them back to the others face. “It’s one of my preferences. You guessed correctly. You seem to be on a streak for that today.” “That’s good.” Gawain says with a wry smile, all his confidence seeming to leave in an instant. Lancelot frowns. He doesn’t think anything he said should have that kind of effect. He tears a piece off of the muffin and chews it slowly, noting the way Gawain tracks the movement. Feeling a little like prey under the others gaze he manages a weak, “You didn’t poison it did you. I mean if my writing is that bad…” He trails off as the other snorts. Good, this is better. He doesn’t like it when Gawain frowns; it doesn’t suit him at all, and he definitely has too many lines from doing it too often. Gawain shakes his head and smiles at him. “Nothing of the sort. I enjoy the eccentricities of it. I was just thinking…” “About?” He takes another bite to fill the silence, and again Gawain tracks the movement and suddenly Lancelot thinks that he wasn’t wrong about the times he glanced up and thought he’d been being watched. It had happened a lot in the office, but more today. “If I’m three for three.” “That depends on what you're guessing.” He shrugs and takes a drink of tea, grimaces from the bitterness. Cold tea always seems more bitter to him than it does when it's hot. He waits patiently for Gawain to supply his guess. The man's face changes emotions several times in the process. He opens his mouth and closes it several times, frowning and then focusing, like a fish out of water. He’s finished both his muffin and his tea by the time Gawain finally say’s what it is he wants to say. “I’m guessing that if I asked you out you’d say yes.” Gawain stares him down, and Lancelot for his part does not let his emotions get the better of him. He keeps his face stoic and posture rigid. “That depends.” Gawain swallows and he follows the bob of his Adam's apple with hungry eyes. Lets them linger at Gawain's collar for a moment and then brings them slowly back to his eyes, lingering on his lips momentarily; predatory where before he had been prey. “On?” Gawain asks a waver in his voice. “If you’ll make me breakfast.” No one said he was good at flirting. “I think I can arrange that. Someone has to make sure you eat more than caffeine and sugar.” Amusement sparkles in his eyes. “Hmmm…. I think that depends on if you like me as a member of the undead or not.” “Being dead could have some, how shall we say, negative effects.” The suggestively raised eyebrow does it for Lancelot. He feels his composure fracture as he hangs his head and laughs. Any chance of continuing their work is gone with it, lost in the early afternoon chaos of their favorite coffee shop.

#Cursed #Lancewain #coffee shop au #rated t #first date #getting together #awkwardnes #emberassment #Author Regrets nothing but her inability to write humor

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Memorial - Avengers AU

Alright. First not Thomas Sanders story that I’m posting.

This is set after Endgame with a couple of changes. Uhm. Pepper moves back to the city, Peter lives with her and Morgan. When I wrote this, Far From Home hadn’t come out and I had looked up if May dusted and what I found said she hadn’t so my first thought was she lost Peter and Tony and was driven to kill herself and Peter blames himself. Up to you if you want Steve to be old or young in this.

Characters: Peter Parker, Pepper Stark, Morgan Stark, Steve Rogers, Thor, Bruce Banner, Clint Barton, Scott Lang, James Rhodes, Sam Wilson, Wanda Maximoff and Bucky Barnes. Word Count: 6010 Trigger Warnings: Implications of suicide, talk of death, a lot of crying (If I have forgotten any or if there is something you would like me to tag, let me know.)

It started with soft crying in the middle of the night. Someone in the small house would wake up and someone else was crying.

Most of the time, everyone would wake up in the same bed each morning. A few times, there have been locked doors and no sightings.

Peter keeps track of who’s crying each night and how they react.

Morgan cries and will accept hugs. She will get up, have a warm drink, and climb back into bed with whoever came into her room,

Pepper accepts hugs most nights, only a few nights she closes and locks the door, hoping Peter and Morgan leave her alone.

Peter opens his door occasionally, mainly just letting Morgan in. Peter remembers the last time he saw him. That sense, that feeling he got. That knowing that he wasn’t coming back this time. Hearing his heartbeat slowing down.

Every night that Peter Parker cried, he hoped that Tony Stark would come into his room and hold him. He hoped that he would wake up and Tony Stark would be there, offering to watch a Star Wars movie with him. Every night that Peter Parker cried, Morgan Stark would climb out of bed and hug her big brother till he was asleep again.

***

“Morgan. You have to get up.” Peter whispered, gently shaking the little girl.

“I don’t want to.”

“I don’t care. I have some clothes picked out for you and Mummy has breakfast waiting for you. Can you get dressed then come eat some breakfast?”

“Okay.” Morgan dramatically got out of bed.

Peter left Morgan to get changed. He also got dressed, preparing himself for the day.

“Hey, Peter. How’s today?” Pepper was stood in the doorway.

“Okay.”

“You’re seeing them today, aren’t you?” She asked softly.

“Yeah. But I’ll be okay. I can do this.”

“Yeah. Just remember that if you need anything, anything at all, my phone will be on.”

“I know. Thanks, Mum.”

Pepper smiled at Peter before going back to the kitchen to make sure Morgan was eating.

Peter made sure to pack his suit, his headphones and his charger into his bag before joining his family for breakfast.

Once breakfast was over, Peter help Morgan finish getting ready for school. He brushed her hair and help her make lunch.

Morgan then sat quietly reading a book as Peter finished getting himself ready.

They left the house after saying goodbye to Pepper and headed off to school.

“Peter. Mummy was crying last night.”

“I know, Morgan.”

“Was she crying because daddy isn’t coming back?”

Peter took a deep breath. “Yeah. That’s why she’s crying. Because daddy isn’t coming home. But you know why, don’t you?”

“Daddy isn’t coming home because the Angels need his help. When the angels don’t need his help, they will send him back to us.”

Peter smiled. “Yeah.”

“Don’t cry, Peter. Daddy is smart. He will help the Angels and be home soon.”

“Yeah. He will.”

They arrived at the school.

“Have a good day, Morgan. If you need me, press the button on your watch.”

“Yep. Love you, Bye.” Morgan said before running off to join her friends.

Peter walked back out the gate and walked around the school into a nearby alleyway. He leant against the wall and tried to steady his breathing.

“You’re okay. Everything’s okay. They’re your family.” Peter whispered to himself.

Peter changed into the suit and started swinging around the city. He helped out whoever needed him, just giving directions and helping kids in crowds find their parents.

***

“Peter. Everyone is waiting for you.” Karen alerted Peter.

“Okay. Thanks, Karen. Let them know I’m on my way.”

Peter made his way over to Stark Tower, hesitating as he approached.

A wave of emotions hit him as he walked through the door. Peter made sure to keep his mask on so that no one could see the tears slowly making trails down his cheeks.

He walked towards the elevator, thankful the workers still left it empty for special visitors.

“You know where,” Peter whispered. The elevator slowly rose, carrying Peter to the 19th floor where the Avengers, at least whoever was left, were waiting for him.

“Hey, Guys,” Peter said as he walked into the room.

“Hey, Peter. How are you holding up?”

“I’m okay.”

Wanda moved forward and wrapped her arms around Peter.

“Why are we here?”

“We’ve been asked to hold a public memorial for Tony.”

“Why only Tony?”

“What do you mean?” Sam asked.

“Why not anyone who was lost? Auntie Nat? Aunt May? People who died because no one was caring for them in the dust? People who couldn’t adjust to life after the dust? What about all of them?”

“That’s actually a really good idea. We can hold a memorial for anyone who’s gone,” Bucky said, just loud enough for everyone to hear.

“How’s everyone going to take that?” Wanda asked

“They can just deal with it. Everyone has lost someone in the last five years due to Thanos, we included. We’ve been given the task of holding this memorial so we can make it what we want.” Rhodey said.

“Like what they had around the place during the five years?” Scott asked.

“Exactly,” Steve confirmed. “We can ask the public to send us the names of those they lost during that time and we can replace the old sites with our new ones. And have a big one here in New York for Tony and Nat.”

“Everyone who was lost has to be recorded in the New York one, though,” Peter said. “It wouldn’t be fair to have only some names in the main one.”

“Good point.”

“How are we going to do this, though?” Wanda asked.

“We could have the big stone slab things spread in a huge circle. Maybe in rows, so there are, like, rings of stone slabs with names on each side of them. And we could have pathways dividing it up into sections or something to make it easier to get around and remember where names are,” Scott suggested.

“This is going to take a lot of work. I mean, years of work.” Steve pointed out.

“That’s okay. As long as this gets done for them,” Peter said, hoping the others didn’t notice the quiver in his voice. Wanda placed an arm around Peter’s shoulders and squeezed him slightly.

“It’s okay. We’ll be okay.” She whispered in his ear. Peter took a deep breath.

“Shouldn’t mum- I mean Pepper be here?”

“We asked her if she would help and she said she couldn’t go through that,” Steve answered. Peter nodded in understanding.

“Where’s Morgan?” Rhodey asked from across the room.

“I dropped her off at school before I came here,” Peter explained. Rhodey nodded in understanding.

***

“Guys. Can we take a break from planning for a while?” Bruce asked from the corner. “I think we all need a break.”

“Yeah. A break sounds good.” Clint agreed. The papers and pens were left on the coffee table as everyone moved through to the dining room. Wanda and Bucky moved to the kitchen to make food for everyone.

“What was Mr Stark like? At the beginning of the Avengers and when he was in school?” Peter asked hesitantly.

“At school? Tony was so stuck up.” Rhodey smiled at the memory. “He was top of all his classes. Hated joining outside clubs unless he knew he would be good at them. Seemed like one of the laziest kids in the class until test time came. Never studied but got top marks.”

“Sounds like a dick,” Sam remarked.

“Guess he was what he ate, then,” Rhodey muttered to himself.

“How about when the Avengers formed?”

“I read the report done on him by Nat. Apparently he was originally too narcissistic to be on the team. Iron Man was allowed but Tony Stark wasn’t.” Bruce smiled slightly.

“He seemed to think to put everyone’s life in danger was funny and picking a fight with me without his suit on was smart. Still not sure why everyone thinks of him as a genius.” Steve joked.

“Really? How did he put everyone in danger?”

“He was playing around, scaring me, poking me with tools and lab equipment,” Bruce spoke up.

Peter smiled. He missed his mentor, his dad, so much. He knew it would take a lot to move on but hearing about who he was helped.

“You okay, Kid?” Thor asked quietly.

“Yeah. It’s just hard.” Peter smiled at the god.

“I know. If you need anything, you have me. And the whole team.”

“Yeah. Thanks, Mr Thor.”

Everyone moved back into the lounge when they were finished eating.

“I think this is really good. I’ll send it off later. Who’s up for a movie?”

“Movie sounds good,” Rhodey said.

“I can’t. Sorry. I have to get going to pick up Morgan. And I need to make sure Pepper is okay. It’s been a while since she was left home alone this long.” Peter started to repack his bag.

“It was nice seeing you again, Peter. We should meet up again soon.” Wanda hugged Peter tightly.

“Yeah. I’ll try to meet up with you guys soon. I have all your numbers.” Peter smiled at the team before heading to the elevator.

Peter, having taken his mask off to eat, put his mask on before swinging back to Queens. He stopped outside the school, waiting for Morgan to come out of class. He knew that his eyes were still puffy and Morgan would know he’s been crying. He put a hoodie and some track pants on before too many parents showed up. He removed the mask then headed into the school, heading towards Morgans class.

“Peter!” Morgan called as she ran out of the classroom.

“Hey, Princess. How was school?” Peter asked

“Boring.” Morgan pouted. “How was your day?”

“My day was okay.”

“You’ve been crying.” Morgan pointed out.

“Yeah. I was.”

“Are you okay?” “Yeah. I’m okay. I just spent the day with Dad’s old friends. We were talking about him.”

“Really? Are you okay?”

“Yeah. I’m okay. Let’s get home and you can tell me all about your day at school.”

“Can we have ice cream?”

“Of course we can.” Peter smiled at Morgan. Peter reached out and help Morgans hand as they walked home.

“Hey, Mum. We’re home.” Morgan yelled as she opened the door.

“Hey, baby. How was your day?” Pepper asked as Morgan rushed into the lounge where Pepper was relaxing.

“Boring. It’s school. How fun could it have been?” “Learning things is fun.”

“Yeah. That’s why school was boring.”

“Don’t worry, Princess. I can teach you some stuff after dinner.” Peter smiled at Morgan as he sat on the couch.

“And how was your day, Peter?”

“My day was good,” Peter replied. “Tell you later, though. For now, I have to eat some ice cream with Morgan.”

“Can I have some?” Pepper asked.

“Sure.”

Peter went out to the kitchen and served three bowls of ice cream.

Peter and Pepper were sitting in the lounge, listening to Morgan complain about an annoying boy in her class.

“You know, Morgan. If he’s annoying you, it means he likes you.” Pepper smiled at Morgan.

“No. Don’t listen to mummy. That’s not true. If a boy is annoying you, you tell the teacher and try and get the teacher to listen. He shouldn’t be annoying you. If he keeps doing it and the teacher doesn’t do anything, tell me and I’ll talk to your teacher,” Peter said.

“Okay. Thanks, Peter.” Morgan smiled at her big brother.

“Peter. Can you tell us about your day?” Morgan asked once she had finished telling her story.

“Uhm. Well. I spent some time talking to Dad’s old friends. We’re thinking of building a statue of dad somewhere in New York.” Peter said, keeping an eye on Pepper.

“Wow. Would daddy be okay with that?”

“Yeah. Daddy would love it.” Peter smiled at Morgan.

***

Once Morgan was in bed, Pepper asked Peter about what they had discussed at the meeting.

“We didn’t really discuss much. We spent a lot of time just chilling out. They were talking about Tony.”

“What are the plans for the memorial?”

“Statue of Tony and Auntie Nat with memorial stone slabs like what they had during the years. Everyone who died because of the decimation will have their names on the slabs. There will also be a building with computers that have all the names on them and people can look up names and read about them and see pictures and we might even allow people to write about their lost ones.”

“Were you okay with being there?”

“Yeah. I kept my mask on for a while because I was crying when I got there. But they all understood and being around them helped.” Peter smiled at Pepper. “I promise I’m okay.”

“Alright. Go to bed. Get some sleep.”

“Are you okay?” Peter asked.

“Yeah. I’m okay.”

“What’d you do today?”

“Not much. Did a little bit of cleaning around the place. Watched a movie. Just relaxed a little.”

“We aren’t that stressful, are we?” Peter joked.

“No, Peter. Not you two.” Pepper smiled at Peter.

There were a few minutes of silence.

“I really miss him,” Pepper whispered.

“Same,” Peter whispered as he curled into Pepper’s side.

“I thought I told you to go to bed?”

“Don’t want to sleep alone tonight. And I don’t think you should, either.”

“Alright. What do you want to watch, then?”

“Anything’s fine.”

***

Peter slowly made his way down to his room after leaving Pepper asleep on the couch. A soft crying reached his ears as he passed Morgan’s room. He gently pushed open the door and approached the crying girl.

“Hey, Princess. Are you okay?”

“I want him back.” Morgan looked up at Peter from under her blankets. Peter sat on the edge of the bed.

“I know, princess. But he can’t come back.”

“Why not?”

“Because he has to help the angels.”

“Why can’t he come back when he’s finished helping them?”

“Daddy can’t come back because he died, baby. He died protecting our lives.” Pepper was standing in the doorway, tears threatening to spill. “Your 1daddy was fighting a bad guy and he didn’t win.” She approached the bed and sat down.

“Why was daddy fighting?”

“Because no one else was going to fight for him. He was fighting so that we could live. He was fighting for you, baby.” Morgan crawled onto Pepper’s lap. She wrapped her arms around Peppers' waist and buried her head in Pepper’s shoulder. Pepper wrapped her arms around the small child and rubbed her back.

“It’s okay, baby,” Pepper whispered, tears falling down her cheeks.

Peter left to set up a movie on the TV and made three cups of hot chocolate. Pepper, Peter and Morgan spent the night together.

***

“Peter. Hey. It’s Wanda. Please call us back when you can. We need to talk to you.” Peter turned his phone off and threw it on his bed.

It had been two years and he had intentionally not called any of the Avengers. He would text them, asking for updates, but he never rang. After being ignored by them for weeks and trying to move on from his dreams of working with the Avengers. It was time that Peter grew up. He had a little sister to look after as well as a mum. He couldn’t keep living in his dream.

Peter. Meeting at the tower. You NEED to be there. If you don’t come, we will hunt you down. -Sam

What is the meeting about? -Peter

Can’t tell you that. Please come. Starts in an hour. -Sam

How do you know I’m not busy? -Peter

Not as important as this -Sam

Peter quickly packed his charger, a change of clothes and some snacks. He slipped into his suit and made his way out of the house. Just before he started swinging away, he sent Pepper a text.

An urgent meeting with the Avengers. Not home. Don't know when I will be -Peter

Peter swung towards Stark Tower. He flew in a few levels below the shared floor and took the elevator up to where the team was.

“I’m here. What’s so important?” Peter asked, not bothering to even greet anyone.

“Well hello to you. How have you been?” Wanda greeted.

“I’m fine. Why am I here?”

“Not sure how often you’re in the area, but the memorial is finished.” Sam walked in from the kitchen.

“And? You couldn’t have texted me that?”

“Peter. This is Tony’s memorial we’re talking about.”

“I know. I’m sorry. Just.” Peter sighed. “It’s been a while since this was something I spoke about. How does it look?”

“It’s alright, Peter. The memorial looks great. We can go see it in a few days. It opens the day after our viewing,” Steve explained.

“Cool. What day, exactly? And what are the restrictions?”

“What do you mean, restrictions?” Wanda was confused.

“Can I bring Pepper and Morgan if they want to come?”

“Yeah. They can come. It’s next Wednesday. Meeting here at 9 then heading over to the park as a group,” Steve said.

“Okay. I’ll try and make it. Can’t promise Pepper and Morgan will come, though.”

“That’s okay.” Sam smiled at Peter.

“Anything else or was that all you need?”

“We are actually planning a movie night for this weekend. It’s the anniversary of the Blip and we all wanted to be together for it. Would you and the ladies like to join us?” Rhodes asked.

“I’ll have to ask Pepper if she’s okay with it.”

“I understand. You don’t have to bring them along, though.”

“I’m not leaving them overnight so it’s either they come or I don't,” Peter said.

“Alright, Kid.” Steve seemed to understand.

“Anyway. I have to go. I gotta pick Morgan up and I should be home when Pepper gets home. I’ll text to update you on if we’re coming to movie night and the Memorial. Bye.” Peter rushed to the elevator, heading back down to the floor he landed on. He rushed off towards Morgans school.

***

“Hey, Mum? Would you be keen to spend a night at the tower?”

“What do you mean?”

“The team invited me to a movie night at the tower this weekend for the anniversary. I don’t want to leave you and Morgan here alone. Do you want to go?”

“You don’t have to worry about us. You can go, Peter.”

“I don’t want to go without you guys.”

“Why not?”

“I can’t sleep without you guys around. I won’t be able to sleep at the tower.”

“Okay. I’ll try to make it. When is it?”

“I’ll ask. Another thing I wanted to ask. The team also invited me to a private showing of the memorial site on Wednesday next week. It’s finished. They said it would nice if you and Morgan could come. Is that okay with you?”

“Peter. I would love to go.”

“Great. I’ll confirm for Wednesday and ask about this weekend.” Peter relaxed a little and pulled out his phone, texting Wanda. Wanda replied almost instantly.

Great. Can’t wait for Wednesday. Heads up. It’s formal dress. No dark colours, though. Movie is Saturday night. Aim to be here about 4 so we can order dinner though. -Wanda

“Hey, Mum. Movie is on Saturday. Wanda said to be there about 4. And Wednesday will be formal dress but no dark colours.”

“Okay. I’ll go out tomorrow and get me and Morgan something to wear. Do you have something formal to wear?”

“I think I still have a lavender suit in my closet.”

“Okay. And we may as well go to the movie night. No point being alone.” Pepper smiled at Peter. “You okay?” She asked.

“Yeah. I haven’t spoken about him much over the past two years. That’s all. Was a bit of a shock today when they suddenly needed me.”

“It’s okay, Peter. If you change your mind and you don't want to go to the movie night or the memorial, tell me.”

“Okay. Thanks, mum.” Peter hugged Pepper before disappearing to his room.

***

Saturday rolled around quickly. Peter helped Morgan pack a bag with her pyjamas and a change of clothes for the next day before he packed his own bag. Once Morgan was all set, he let her play games on his phone as he went to check to see if Pepper was ready. He heard her crying as he walked down the hallway. He knocked gently on her door, waited a few seconds, then opened the door. Pepper was sitting on her bed, a bag packed next to her, crying into her hands.

“Hey.” Peter sat next to her, moving the bag out of the way. “Hey. It’ll be okay. I know you miss him. I do too. But being with the team, remembering him, will help. I promise. Do you want me to take Morgan and let you have some time to yourself?”

Pepper took a deep breath, calming herself.

“No. I’m okay. I’m sorry. I’m almost ready. Could you keep Morgan occupied for a bit longer?”

“Yeah. No problem. Love you.” Peter stood from the bed, leant over and placed a kiss on Pepper’s check before leaving the room. He went back into the lounge where Morgan was sitting.

“Who’s Wanda?”

“What do you mean?”

“You got a text from Wanda.”

“Oh. She’s one of dad’s old friends. She’s one of my friends, too. You can meet her this afternoon.”

“Is she pretty?”

“Yeah.”

“Yay.” Morgan smiled widely. “When are we going?” She asked excitedly.

“Soon. Mum’s almost ready. Just wait here for her.”

“Okay.” Morgan sat patiently on the couch.

Pepper appeared in the lounge a few minutes later. She smiled at Peter and Morgan.

“You two ready to go?”

“Yeah!” Morgan yelled as she jumped off the couch. Peter followed an over-excited Morgan outside to the car. Peter jumped into the driver's seat after making sure Morgan was in properly. Pepper sat in the passenger seat and smiled at Peter.

“You okay?” She asked. Peter kept his eyes ahead of him as he started the car.

“Yeah,” He whispered.

The car ride was mostly quiet, everyone lost in thought. Peter pulled around to the back of the tower and parked the car. He climbed out and helped Morgan collect the bags. Pepper stayed in the car, keeping herself calm before going into the tower.

Peter took Morgan inside, leaving Pepper to come in when she was ready. Peter made sure to get Morgan upstairs as quickly as he could before she started asking too many questions.

"Peter, are dad's friends The Avengers?"

"Where did you hear that?"

"The news was on the other day and it said something about a memorial made by the Avengers for those that were lost, including their teammates Tony Stark and Natasha... I can't say her last name."

"Romanoff."

"Yeah."

"Yeah. Those are dad's friends. That's who lives here."

"But this is dad's tower. Mum and dad worked hard on this tower."

“Mum still owns it but she is letting the Avengers live here because she doesn't want to live here and it's better for the team to stay together."

"Okay. Are we meeting them all now?"

"Yeah."

Just then, the elevator door opened. The room was full of energy. The coffee table was covered in snacks and drinks.

"Peter. You guys made it." Sam called loudly.

"Yeah. Hey guys. This is Morgan. Morgan, This is the Avengers. Dad's old friends."

"Wow. this is so cool. This tower is so big."

"Hey, little one. You want to come and help us pick what movie to watch tonight?" Wanda asked from across the room.

"Yeah!" Morgan yelled excitedly before running over to where Wanda was.

"Peter. Is Pepper here?" Steve asked quietly.

"Yeah. She stayed in the car while I brought Morgan up here. I think it's a bit much, being back here."

"Understandable. Is she alright?"

"She's strong. And she would do anything for Morgan. So I think she'll be okay." Peter nodded. Just then, the sound of the elevator opening reached their ears. Pepper walked into the room.

"Hey, mum. Are you okay?" Peter rushed to her side.

"Yeah, Peter. I'm alright." Pepper smiled at Peter but he could see that she had been crying.

"Hey, Pepper. How have you been?" Steve stepped forward to take the bag out of Pepper's hands.

"I've been better." She answered.

"Am I allowed to- uh. Can I hug you?" He asked awkwardly. Pepper nodded her head. Steve instantly wrapped his arms around her comfortingly.

"Hey, Sam. You want to move these round to the back of the couch?" Steve asked, pointing at the bags that Peter and Pepper had left by the door.

"Oh. It's okay. I've got it." Peter grabbed the three bags and moved them to where Steve pointed.

"How's this gonna run? Like. When's dinner?" Peter asked.

"Dinner should be here at about 5. Once dinner's over, we are gonna move into the lounge and start the movies. We have all planned to fall asleep on the couch in here instead of going to bed tonight." Bucky explained.

"Is there a mattress we could put on the floor? There isn't enough room for all of us to sleep on the couch."

"Sure. I'll get the guys to find one for you."

Dinner arrived right on time. Everyone squeezed around the table in the dining room to eat.

"Damn, guys. It's been 2 years, now. That's kind of scary." Bruce said while everyone was eating.

"Yeah. It used to be hard to imagine not having them around." Clint said.

No one had to ask who they were talking about.

Dinner finished quickly and without much more conversation. Everyone moved through to the lounge.

The team took the couches and seats while Pepper, Peter and Morgan claimed the mattress on the floor.

The movies started and no one talked.

***

The guests left the next morning, Pepper saying she had stuff to do. Morgan gave everyone a hug and tried her hardest not to cry. Peter carried Morgan to the elevator and once the doors were closed, she started crying.

“It’s okay, princess,” Peter whispered in her ear.

“I want my daddy.” She said through her sobs.

“I now. But dad can’t be here. It’s okay.” Morgan continued to cry.

Once they got back home, everyone went to their rooms. It didn’t take long for Peter to hear Pepper crying.

Morgan quietly left her room and went into Peters.

“Peter? Can I have a nap in your room?”

“Yeah. Of course.” Peter moved away from his desk where he was sitting and laid on the bed. “Come here, Princess.” Peter opened his arms and Morgan crawled into them.

***

Wednesday took forever to arrive. Pepper spent part of Monday and most of Tuesday locked in her room. The few times Pepper was out of her room, she would apologise to Peter for making him look after Morgan. Peter would reply “It’s okay. I understand”, smile, and go back to whatever he was doing.

Wednesday morning, Pepper got up early, made sure they all had everything they needed, then woke Peter and Morgan, who were both sleeping in Peter’s bed.

Peter was quick to get in the shower and then get ready for the day. As soon as he was close to ready, Peter started getting Morgan ready.

Morgan was dressed in a red dress the fluffed out from the waist down. There was a row of flowers across the top of the dress and lace lining the bottom. In all honesty, she looked like a real princess.

“Hey, Mum? Did you let Morgan pick out her own dress?”

“Of course. She saw it in the shop window and decided she needed it. I wasn’t going to say no.”

“It looks very nice on her.” Peter had gone to check on Pepper, making sure she was okay. “Do you need help with anything?”

“No. I’m okay. Thank you, though, Peter. How about you go put your suit on instead of walking around in a top and track pants. We’ll leave soon.”

“Okay. Call out if you need anything.” Pepper smiled at Peter before he rushed off to get changed.

Peter’s lavender suit was hanging up on the back of his door. He quickly got changed and tidied his hair before going back to the lounge where Morgan was watching TV.

“You ready, Princess?” Peter asked.

“Yep.” Morgan turned away from the TV to look at Peter. “Is that a purple suit?” She asked excitedly.

“Yeah. My favourite colour.” Peter smiled at Morgan.

“Peter? Can you come here, please?” Pepper called from her bedroom. Peter rushed to the room.

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah. I can’t do the zip up, though. Can you help?” Peter zipped up the dress. Pepper stood in front of the mirror, looking at herself. The diamond belt and chest of the dress reflected light around the room, the long, champagne skirt twisting slightly as she moved. Pale coloured high heels prevented the dress from dragging along the ground.

“He would love this, you know. Us taking a whole day off for him.”

“It’s not just for him. It’s for everyone.”

“I know. But he would make it about him. You know that.”

“Yeah.” Peter smiled sadly.

“Hey. Don’t cry. Not yet. There will be plenty of time for that later.” Pepper hugged Peter tightly.

“Are we leaving soon?” Morgan's voice echoed down the hallway.

“I guess that’s our cue to leave,” Peter said, smiling slightly at Pepper. He held his hand out to her. Pepper allowed him to lead her down the hallway to the lounge. Morgan gasped when they entered.

“Wow, mummy. You look really pretty.” Morgan smiled.

“Thank you, baby. You look really pretty, too.”

“Ladies. I think it’s time to go. We don’t want to be late.” Peter interrupted.

The three of them made their way out to the car, Peter getting behind the wheel again.

The ride to the tower was mostly quiet. Peter had put on some quiet music and no one felt the urge to talk. They reached the tower and the team were standing outside, all in different coloured suits apart from Wanda, who was wearing a red mermaid dress with lace sleeves. The dress clung to her body, fanning out slightly at her knees and brushing the ground.

Peter parked the car and all three of them got out.

“Hey, guys. How is everyone?” Peter asked as they joined the group. There were a few mumbled replies.

Everyone climbed into the two vans that were waiting for them nearby. Wanda, Clint, Pepper, Peter, Morgan, Sam and Rhodey were in one van while everyone else was in the other.

They arrived at the memorial site five minutes late.

“Everyone okay?” Steve asked while they were standing by the entrance.

Everyone nodded silently.

“Let’s go.” Everyone followed Steve through the gates. The scenery of the town disappeared and was replaced by the sight of Tony and Natasha towering over everyone.

“She would hate this.” Peter heard Clint whisper.

“He would love this.” Pepper smiled.

“Take a look around. Uhm. I believe that the computers inside will tell you the location within the park of anyone you want. If there is anyone you’ve lost, go ahead and search.” Steve said awkwardly. Peter didn’t wait for anyone to move. He rushed towards the building that Steve had pointed at and to the nearest computer.

After a couple of minutes, he left the building and, following the directions that had come up on the computer, Peter found the stone slab that had May Parker written on it. After scanning the stone for a few minutes, he found her name.

“I’m sorry,” Peter whispered as tears started falling down his cheeks. “I’m so sorry, Aunt May. I should have been there. I should have been there. I’m sorry.” Peter was on his knees now. He was whispering to himself, tears streaming down his face. “I shouldn’t have left you alone. I should have tried harder.” A soft hand on his shoulder caused Peter to flinch.

“It’s okay. It’s only me.” Pepper kneeled beside Peter. “I didn’t think you should be alone.” Peter threw himself into her open arms.

“It’s my fault. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s not your fault, Peter. None of this was.”

“If I had tried a little harder. Or if I had listened to him. It’s my fault. I’m to blame.”

“No. It’s not your fault. You all tried and fought as hard as you could and we won.”

“No one wins in war,” Peter whispered. “There is only ever loss.”

“Peter. Please don’t blame yourself. None of this is your fault.” Peter stayed there, crying silently now.

“You okay, kid?” Steve asked once everyone had gotten back to the tower. Not trusting himself to talk, Peter nodded.

“I wanted to ask you to do something for me, Peter. It’s okay to say no. I don’t want you to feel forced into doing anything. But would you be willing to officially open the memorial tomorrow?”

“Really?” Peter whispered.

“Yeah. Really. Do you want to?”

“Do I have to say anything?”

“Only if you want to.”

“Okay. I’ll be there. What time?”

“Here at 8:30 if you can. Light colours again. It’ll be okay to wear that again.” Steve smiled softly at Peter.

“Peter. We should get going.” Pepper was carrying Morgan, who was asleep. Peter smiled slightly at the team before following Pepper to the car.

“Are you okay?” Pepper looked worriedly at Peter.

“Yeah. I’m okay.”

“It’s okay to not be.”

“I know. But I am. Can I hang out with Ned this weekend?”

“Yeah. Of course.”

Peter made sure to get up extra early the next morning. He showered and put on the suit that he hung up the night before. He took a moment to breathe, preparing himself to be in the public's eye.

He drove himself to the tower.

The team arrived at the memorial in vans.

All Peter remembers is getting out of the van, being escorted through the silent crowd and then suddenly he was sitting in a seat on a stage next to the statue. He heard his name being said and then Steve was standing there, offering a hand.

“It’s okay, Kid. you don’t have to say anything. Just cut the ribbon.” Peter stood from the seat and followed Steve to the front of the stage where there was a piece of ribbon strung between two small poles. The crowd clapped and cheered.

“The Stark memorial is now, officially, open. Please be mindful of others and follow the rules.” Steve announced. The crowd quickly vanished, spreading out through the park.

You okay, Peter?” Wanda asked once they were back in the vans.

“Yeah. I’m okay.” Peter smiled sadly at her before staring out of the window.

“We are having snacks and stuff this afternoon and the tower. You want to invite Pepper and Morgan?”

“Nah. I think I’ll skip. Sorry.”

“It’s okay. We understand.”

From then on, Peter had constant contact with the team. He and Wanda, being close in age, became close. Peter spent more time at the tower. It still hurts every time he went there, but being with his family made it all that little bit easier.

***

Peter cried.

Peter cried as he walked across the stage at his graduation, knowing that all the Avengers were sitting in the audience, cheering him on.

Peter cried as Steve officially made him an Avenger, knowing that Tony would have killed for the chance to do it instead.

Peter cried as he got a job at Stark industries. He knew Tony had left him a job that would pay well for him to take as soon as he left high school.

Peter cried as he hugged Morgan who was now 15, standing by Peppers grave, silently promising Pepper he would look after Morgan.

Peter smiled as he walked past the memorial site to pick up dinner for him and Morgan 15 years later, remembering all the times he cried over the man who made him smile so many times.

#AvengersAU #Avengers #Avengers Endgame #Peter Parker-Stark #Morgan Stark #KPD Stories

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acidmatze · 6 years

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In this together [1]

So.. I said I would maybe write some self-indulgent Dabi x Reader stuff and I did and because I love attention I will post it here now. There won’t be any specific update times or anything I just update when theres something to update. This is mainly stuff I wrote for myself to feel better but I figured that I want to share it. So suggestions are welcome.

Since it’s intended as a pick me up there will be barely any plot nor will there be much angst. A bit might pop up here and there given the setting of the thing but it will be quickly resolved. Also due to the setting triggering themes might come up but I will tag them as such and also mark the passage in which they occur so you can read around them.

The setting basically is: You are currenly living in a rehabilitation facility since you got diagnosed with [Redacted]. You have settled in quite nicely and found some friends. However, due to some fights things haven’t been the same and you hope that the New Guy can change it.

And now the room next to yours was empty again. To the left of you, when standing inside your room facing the door. To the right was Izuku's room. Next to his Todoroki's. Opposite of yours Tsuyu's. You moved here three months ago and since then to the left of you was some guy you barely ever saw. Or heard. He moved out and you never learned a single thing about him. And tomorrow a new guy will move in, your group was told.

Your friend Twice, living on the above floor, knew him apparently. Said he was a great guy and all and just recently got out of jail. Drug dealing or something, nothing too horrible. Maybe also broke someone's jaw but that was some time ago already.

But now it was time for breakfast.

Tomura, a guy in your group who lived at the other end of the hallway was already in the kitchen and angrily stared at his plate Seems like he didn't sleep again. You on the other hand slept quite well. The weekend was spend by watching movies with Twice mostly.

Todoroki seemed awfully tense. During the morning assembly when the head of the clinic was talking about how your group gets a new “patient” tomorrow he winced on his chair. He also didn't say anything during breakfast. It was normal that he was somewhat withdrawn and silent but normally he would say what is bothering him. But nothing today.

He didn't appear to occupational therapy, only to tell the supervisor that he has a migraine and will be absent.

You absent-mindedly filed around on the piece of the tree trunk you wanted to paint a picture on. You got the idea from Kirishima who burned a picture into another tree trunk piece for the herb garden in the backyard of the rehabilitation facility.

But before you could start the actual drawing process you needed to get it smooth first. Which was boring. The last two times you were lucky enough to have Todoroki to chat with, who was glueing rhinestone pieces as a mosaic onto a small glass. He said he would later put a candle in it. Tokoyami walked in with lots of Acrylic paint tubes in his arms.

“I was told you might need those soon. Gonna paint something?” You pointed at the tree stump. “Yeah as soon as its smooth. I wanna hang it on the wall of my room.”

Tokoyami nodded. “I like that aesthetic. It has a Victorian touch to it.” You had no idea if he just made this up or was right. And you had no reception here in the basement to look it up. So you just agreed. “Exactly. Victorian era inspired.”

Todoroki was absent during lunch too. One of the guys who only came here for the therapies and lived in his own apartment and Tomura got in a fight about Final Fantasy.

After ten minutes Tomura got up and walked in his room. He wanted to dramatically slam the door but its a fireproof one that closes on its own. Even if he would have wanted to slam it, shortly before closing it would have slowed down and then slowly fall shut. A few moments later you could hear him passive aggressively play Need for Speed Most Wanted. His cheap speakers made Disturbed sound horribly tinny.

If Twice was here he would have yelled at Tomura for being such a disgrace.

After lunch you helped in the kitchen instead of Todoroki. Tsuyu thanked you whole-heartedly since today more pots and pans were used to cook than usual. Which means more dishes. Which means less time to clean everything before the therapies started again.

Tsuyu had to be downstairs for occupational therapy and you had to go to the living room for social skills training.

Which was boring. And now as the day was ending you really started wondering how the new guy would be. The atmosphere got chilly over the last few weeks and many fights had broken out between the patients. Or occupants. Whatever someone would want to call them. You preferred to say Occupants.

Maybe someone new could bring some stability into this mess. You missed spending the evenings together in group 3's living-room. They had the biggest one so mostly you would sit there until midnight with some others watching movies or playing Playstation but after all those fights lately you never got a group together.

Kirishima's football group also got disbanded because of this. Normally, he and some others would meet every Wednesday and Friday after dinner and go to the football field down the block for a few hours. That was no more. Kirishima and Bakugou went alone now mostly.

It all had started after Izuku took over the storage room where the mineral water was kept. The girl who was in charge of it for literal years moved out and now that was Izuku's job.

He quickly noticed that bottles where disappearing. He gave out full crates to everyone but somehow almost never got full crates back. He talked about this one morning during assembly and that was how the fights started. Everyone accused the other one of stealing the bottles to exchange them for money at the local store. Bakugou even threatened to beat up Shinsou because he thought he was the one stealing them. So far it was still unclear what happened to the bottles. They were still disappearing but now slower than before.

And then he arrived.

You were sitting in one of the armchairs on your group's hallway and played around on your phone.

The main entrance door slammed shut. You expected someone to come back from a smoking break.

You heard Twice yelling something and someone answered.

“I'm not even in your group I just wanted to say hello and welcome to my bestest friend. Also I hate you! Please rot in hell forever.”

Yeah that was Twice, alright.

The glass door opened and in stepped Twice accompanied by a really tall lanky guy about your age, maybe a bit older in all black and a Korn T Shirt. He looked a bit intimidating with all the burn scars and stuff.

This was the new guy?

“Yo, Y/N! Say hi to my good pal Dabi!”

“Uhm.. hi”

You were still intimidated but nevertheless got up to shake his hand. He was in your group after all. And would live right next to you.

“How's it going? I'm Dabi.”

“Y/N”

“Cool.” “Yeah.”

You stared at each other for a few seconds.

Twice clapped his hands sarcastically.

“Wow what a great conversation you're having. You both suck!”

Dabi cleared his throat.

“Yeah... well.. Where can I put my shit? I get my own room, right?”

Twice pointed at you.

“Why don't you ask Y/N? Ah by the way, who is his buddy?” “My... what?”

It was time for you to explain the basics.

“A buddy. Like.. someone who shows you around and explains to you how stuff works here. Everyone has one for the first few days here.”

“Cool. Who's mine?”

You chewed on your lip. He will probably not like the answer.

“We couldn't find anyone, to be honest. But if you want I can show you around. First you should go and get your key though.”

Dabi sighed.

You led him down the hallway to the secretary's office.

She gave Dabi his keys and the schedule for this week.

“What's this for?” He pointed at the schedule.

“Well.. so you know when you have to be somewhere. Breakfast is at 8.15. If you're late someone will wake you and it's not pleasant. Then we go upstairs to the morning assembly. And it seems like you have nothing to do in the morning yet. But occupational therapy in the afternoon today. And tomorrow too.”

Izuku walked past you two. Upon seeing Dabi he paled a bit and walked faster.

“Oh great, everyone's afraid of me. Have they never seen someone with scars before?”

After showing him the entire house you were happy to be back in your room. During the tour you ran into Kirishima who just stared at Dabi, Bakugou who wanted to kick him for some reason, Tomura who was in the living room and immediately slammed the door shut and Tokoyami who complimented his shirt.

You heard Dabi slamming his closet door and cursing under his breath.

You had no idea what to think about him. His voice was pleasant. Calming. Absolutely in stark contrast to his looks.

But he also was a head taller than you and looked like he could break a tree in half.

You noticed that it was weirdly silent outside. Normally the kitchen crew would be shuffling around, cooking and stuff. And Tsuyu was known for putting on some music while cooking. But you heard nothing. Maybe it was time to invenstigate.

#my writing #dabi #dabi x reader #this isnt betaed #also my brain doesnt want to work so it could be complete and utter nonsense

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nataliecaves · 6 years

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Bittersweet Symphony: Chapter 3 - Surprise

chapter 1 chapter 2 chapter 4 chapter 5 chapter 6 chapter 7

Fandom: Riverdale Pairing: Sweet Pea x Natalie Caves (OC) Summary: Natalie Caves lives a seemingly perfect life, but after spending a summer at her uncle’s, everything changes. Word Count: 2844 A/N: Finally I finished this chapter! Thanks to @kytty27 for editing and helping me out xxxx I hope you enjoy it :)

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Natalie stood frozen in front of Riverdale High. It was her first day, and she had never been as anxious about anything before. She looked around, noticing a few students arriving, watching her cautiously. You’re being stupid, it’s going to be fine. She took a deep breath, straightened her shirt and made her way up the stairs. She entered into a long hallway, filled with lockers and tired students. Unsure of what to do, walked slowly down the hallway, trying her best to avoid bumping into someone.

“You must be Natalie Caves!” an excited voice appeared behind her. Natalie turned around and saw a beautiful raven haired girl smiling with her hand reached out to her.

“That’s me.” Natalie smiled and shook the girl’s hand.

“I am Veronica Lodge, and this is Kevin Keller,” the girl pointed to a boy standing next to her who waved, “and we offered to show you around today!”

Lodge. As in Lodge Industries? “Oh! That’s nice of you, but I’m sure I’ll be fine. I don’t want to-”

“Nonsense!” Veronica interrupted and locked her arm with Natalie’s. “This is gonna be great!” she gushed, grabbing Natalie’s arms and started dragging her down the hallway, Kevin following close behind.

Veronica led her to the principal's office to get Natalie’s schedule as well as her locker information. Veronica and Kevin were thrilled to see that they shared a few classes, and to Natalie’s relief, Veronica was in her Chemistry class first period. Kevin gave her a short hug before turning the other way, leaving Natalie alone with Veronica.

“So, how do you like our little town so far?” Veronica smirked, nudging her arm as the two girls walked towards their classroom.

“It’s… okay, I guess,” Natalie smiled. “I’ve only been here for a few days so my opinion is still neutral.”

“It’s pretty shitty compared to Boston or New York, but I promise you, you’re gonna like it.” Veronica laughed and halted to a stop. They were standing outside a classroom Natalie figured to be for their Chemistry class.

“Cute necklace by the way.” she winked, tilting her head slightly before turning around to open the door.

Natalie took the dog tag in her hand and smiled at her new friend. Veronica looked a lot like the girls from her old school, but she was friendlier and nicer. Natalie was glad to at least have one person she could talk to, even though it might not have been the one person she wanted to talk to. Her thoughts trailed back to the last summer, a familiar sting appearing in her stomach as she thought of SP. She hated the fact that she couldn’t even call him, just to hear his voice, missing him more with each day that passed.

The girls entered the classroom and Natalie felt everyone’s eyes fixated on her. Being the new kid was going to be something getting used to.

“Everyone, listen up. This is Natalie Caves. She just moved here from Boston.” the teacher announced. Natalie stopped dead in her tracks, raising her hand up in an awkward wave. “Now, take a seat and open your books to page 263.”

Natalie nervously searched the room and spotted Veronica sitting down by a table in the back, an empty chair next to her. She walked awkwardly to the back of the room, sat down next to Veronica and searched her bag for her book.

“Natalie,” Veronica leaned closer to her and whispered, “this is Betty and Jughead.” she continued, nodding her head to the table next to them. A blonde girl with a ponytail was smiling at her, and next to her was a dark haired boy wearing a grey beanie that looked like a crown.

“Hey, it’s nice to meet you guys.” she whispered to the couple and smiled.

When first period was over, Natalie had English class. After Veronica told her where the classroom was, her and Betty disappeared down the hallway. Natalie sighed and started walking in the direction Veronica told her to go.

“English?” she heard someone say, and turned her head up to reveal the boy with the crown beanie.

“Yeah, you too?” she smiled. Jughead nodded and started walking beside her. “Great! I probably would’ve gotten lost.” Natalie laughed, earning a soft chuckle from the boy.

They walked in silence to the classroom and once they entered, Jughead walked straight up to a table at the front to sit down. “You can sit here if you want.” he offered, and Natalie gladly accepted.

Jughead didn’t seem very talkative which Natalie was glad for. There was nothing she hated more than forced conversations about something irrelevant. The class went by quickly and finally it was time for lunch. She followed Jughead outside towards a table by the fence and spotted Veronica, her arms wrapped around a boy with red hair she hadn’t seen before. Betty and Kevin were sitting across from them, in deep conversation.

“Natalie! Come meet Archie!” Veronica called out when she spotted her, a proud grin on her face. “Natalie, this is Archie. Archie, this is Natalie.”

Natalie greeted the group and sat down next to Veronica. Jughead sat down next to Betty who gave him a soft peck on the cheek.

The friend group started interrogating Natalie about her past, why she moved to Riverdale and how she felt about the school so far. Kevin was very interested in knowing about her love life, and Natalie’s thoughts wandered again to SP, a soft smile appearing on her face.

“That smile tells me there was someone special back home.” Veronica smirked, “Spill!”

Natalie’s smile quickly disappeared and her cheeks turned bright red. “There was no one, I swear!” she giggled, her hand reaching for the dog tag around her neck.

“Oh my god,” Kevin rolled his eyes and grinned, “I’ll leave you alone for now, but at some point, you’re gonna have to tell me the details.”

“So, tell me something interesting about Riverdale.” Natalie said, changing the subject from her whatever-it-was.

“Wow, where to begin?” Betty laughed.

“How long do we have? Half an hour?” Kevin joked, narrowing his eyes a bit before turning to Natalie. “Okay so last summer, this boy, Jason Blossom, was murdered.”

“What?! Oh my god.” Natalie gasped, “Did they find out who did it?”

“Oh, that’s the best part,” Jughead stated, “his own father pulled the trigger.”

“Jughead,” Betty hissed, before turning to Natalie. “It was tragic. He threatened Jug’s dad so he would cover it up…”

“And now he’s in jail.” Jughead said blankly.

The group told her the whole story, how Betty and Jughead found Jason’s car, and eventually a video of the event. Natalie was horrified. She couldn’t believe someone would do that, and to their own child for that matter. The bell rang and they assured her those horrifying days were over, before waving goodbye and heading to class.

Natalie didn’t share the rest of her classes with any of the group. She didn’t know if she should call them friends or not. Maybe they were just being nice since she was the new girl. When the school day was finally over, Natalie headed over to her locker to return her books, and found a note lying inside.

Meet at Pop’s after class - V

Natalie had been at Riverdale High for three weeks. So much had happened since her first day at school. She had gotten very close with Veronica as well as the rest of the group. The first week had been a bit weird. Natalie felt too awkward to try and make friends, but thankfully Veronica had been very consistent on integrating her into her friend group. It hadn’t been until the Pop’s incident, Natalie had felt like she was a part of a friendship. When Archie’s dad had been shot, Veronica had called her immediately and Natalie rushed to the hospital, staying there with the rest of her classmates, waiting patiently for any news of her friend’s father. Thankfully, he ended up fine.

Everything seemed to be going back to normal until Jughead transferred to Southside High. Midge and Moose were shot, describing a black hood and green eyes of the man holding the gun, the same description as the man who shot Archie’s father. Everything became so much more real after that. People were scared to go outside after dark, Alice Cooper was blaming the Southside for the attempted murders, publishing a letter someone left on her front porch.

“I am the wolf. You are the flock. This is the bloodletting.”

The words were still fast printed in Natalie’s brain. There was an actual psychopath in Riverdale, attempting to ‘clear the town of sinners’. It only became worse after Archie and the football team posted a video online, calling themselves the Red Circle, threatening the Black Hood. How stupid. Her mother had almost banned her from going to school, but thankfully her father talked her out of it.

Natalie was walking down the hallway looking for Betty. Betty had gone to the Blue & Gold office to get the mail, and hadn’t showed up to class. Natalie arrived outside the office and knocked lightly on the door before opening it carefully.

“Betty?”

Kevin and Betty were sitting by the desk, Kevin was obviously shocked because of something and Betty just looked at her blankly. Natalie stopped, debating if she should leave or not.

“Sorry, uhm, what’s going on?” she asked sheepishly. Kevin gestured her to close the door so she did, before sitting down next to him. “Did something happen?”

Betty didn’t say anything but handed her a letter and a paper with a cipher on it. Natalie scanned over the letter, her eyes widening with every word. “Jesus christ. This is seriously fucked up.” she huffed, handing Betty back the letter.

“My speech...” Betty took a deep breath, shaking her head, “...inspired him. That stupid speech I wrote.”

“So, the Black Hood was at the Jubilee.” Kevin said.

“The entire town was there!”

“We should give this to Kevin’s dad.” Natalie offered, swallowing the fear that started to flow through her. Shit.

“The cipher, yeah, sure. But not the letter.” Betty’s voice was shaky and nervous. “This- This is just… for me. We can’t tell anyone about it.”

“This is evidence!” Kevin argued, and turned his head to Natalie for support.

“I- I don’t know...” Natalie muttered. She understood why Betty didn’t want to give the letter to the sheriff, but at the same time, it seemed like a bad idea not to.

Kevin and Betty argued some more about what to do with the letter and Betty explained how this was obviously a test, meant only for her. Kevin finally gave in and the trio left the office in silence, tension forming with each step they took.

The rest of the day, Natalie felt numb. Was this really happening? Betty did give her mother the cipher and the day after, it was on the front page of the newspaper. Natalie decided not to go to school that day. She’d rather stay at home with her own thoughts than the chaos that would be Riverdale High at the moment. In the afternoon, she got a call from Betty, asking her to come with her to Jughead’s trailer and work on the cipher. Natalie wasn’t ecstatic about getting involved, but was getting bored out of her mind, locked up in her room, so she accepted.

Kevin offered to walk with her to the Southside, since Natalie had never been there before. Natalie didn’t know much about the Southside. She had heard talks of a gang called the Southside Serpents, and apparently Jughead’s father was their leader, but she knew little else. The fact that the gang was called the Serpents made her think of SP’s snake tattoo. What a coincidence.

When Natalie and Kevin arrived at Jughead’s trailer, Betty was already there as well as a pink-haired girl called Toni, Jughead’s friend from his new school. She had on a leather jacket, a huge serpent printed on the back of it. The design was awfully similar to SP’s tattoo. That’s weird. They ordered some food and started working on the cipher, without much luck.

“These symbols look so familiar to me.” Betty suddenly broke the silence. “It’s like I’ve seen them before, and it’s driving me crazy I can’t figure out where.”

“Maybe if you loosened your ponytail.” Toni said, causing the other four people in the room to look at her with furrowed brows. “What? That was… a joke, guys.”

“Betty’s ponytail is iconic, and beyond reproach.” Kevin said, offended, making Jughead and Natalie chuckle.

“Kev, it’s fine. At this point, I’m willing to try anything.” Betty sighed and removed the hair tie, letting her hair loose.

There was something extremely uncomfortable about the atmosphere in the room, so Natalie started going through the papers again, hoping to avoid the tension.

“Where did you get that dog tag?” Toni suddenly asked her.

Natalie looked at her in confusion, and without thinking, her finger started clutching the necklace. “Oh, uhm, my friend gave it to me. Why?”

Toni narrowed her eyes for a second, before turning her attention back to the book she was holding. “It’s just that my friend has one exactly like that.” she stated dully.

Okay, that’s definitely weird.

“Let’s go back to the basics.” Jughead sat up from the couch, “What do we know about this guy? Who is he?”

“He’s a white male, in his 40s. Like, almost every serial killer ever.” Toni answered.

“No, I mean, like, why… Why is he killing people?” Jughead wondered, “Or at least, why now?”

Betty, Natalie and Kevin shared a look before Betty spoke up. “We know the Hood’s obsessed with cleansing the town of sinners and hypocrites, right? And he seems to be attacking anyone with ties to the Northside.”

“Here we go with the fake news again.” Toni interrupted, clearly annoyed. “You Northsiders and your privilege! All you do is demonize the Southside, so of course you think the Black Hood’s from there.”

If Natalie thought the atmosphere was uncomfortable before, she was dead wrong. Kevin looked at her with a look that clearly said ‘Oh shit’. Betty and Toni kept arguing and suddenly Toni announced that Jughead was lying to Betty about sitting with the Serpents at lunch. Natalie wanted to disappear in that moment, the tension was unbearable.

“I’m gonna go...” Kevin broke the awkward silence and Natalie had never been as thankful.

“Yeah, I should go too.” she said and stood up, and to her surprise Toni started packing her things and headed to the door as well.

She closed the door to the trailer behind her and saw Toni storming away. “Toni, wait!” she called and ran after her. She needed to ask her about the dog tag and her friend. She had to know. She finally caught up with her and managed to grab Toni’s arm.

“What do you want?” Toni rolled her eyes and crossed her arms.

“Sorry. Uhm, why did you ask me about the dog tag?” Natalie asked and swallowed.

Toni looked at her for a moment, furrowing her eyebrows and sighed. “Were you in Pittsburgh this summer?”

Natalie’s stomach turned. How did she know that? Was SP from here? How could this be happening? She opened her mouth to say something when she felt her phone vibrate in her pocket. She mouthed a sorry and picked up the phone, opening the text message from Veronica.

Come to the tracks, the Serpents showed up and the Bulldogs are getting ready to fight them, need help - Veronica

“Toni?” Natalie stuttered, still looking at her phone.

“What?” she spat back, hands still crossed.

“Apparently Archie and the football team are about to fight some Serpents by the tracks...”

Toni dropped her hands to her sides and clenched her jaw, letting out a frustrated sigh before turning on her heels and walking away. Natalie stood there, frozen, until Toni turned around and called, “Well? Come on then!”

By the time Natalie and Toni were halfway to the tracks, it started pouring rain. A few hundred feet away, Natalie saw a group of boys, standing opposite each other in a line. Motorcycles were parked on the Serpents side, and a few cars were behind the Bulldogs. Toni grabbed Natalie’s arm and led her behind one of the cars to get a better look. She saw Archie in the front, taking a step towards the line of Serpents. A tall boy was sitting on a motorcycle, his raven black hair dripping wet from the rain. He stood up and walked up to Archie, towering over him.

Oh my god. It can’t be.

She watched, terrified, as Archie took a step back, clenching his fist, and using his whole body weight to slam it into the Serpents jaw. Natalie let out a loud gasp as she watched SP fall to the ground and chaos broke out between the rest.

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#sweet pea #bittersweet symphony sp #sweet pea x oc #sweet pea fanfic #sweet pea fanfiction #riverdale fanfic #riverdale fanfiction #sweet pea x natalie caves #sweetalie #sweetpeaspodsquad

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bottsbotts · 7 years

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10 questions tag Thanks for taggin me for these!! I’ve been v lazy but you guys asked such interesting questions!! rules: always post the rules, answer the questions given to you, then write 10 questions of your own, and tag some friends! my questions: tagging: @dreambot @simmingswimmingly @budgie2budgie @ichosim @plushfish @tofusaucee @mlyssimblr @lovearound5am @tinwhistletoo @floppant @spellburstss4

1. What movie have you watched at least 5 times? 2. What was the last dream you had and remember? 3. What’s something about the world/life/living that you find yourself thinking about often and can never find a satisfying answer to? 4. stolen from chuck klosterman: You have won a prize. The prize has two options, and you can choose either (but not both). The first option is a year in Europe (or if you live in Europe, replace with some dream destination) with a monthly stipend of $2,000. The second option is ten minutes on the moon. Which option do you select? 5. What is your favorite story/anecdote to tell to people? 6. How would you react if tomorrow, you woke up and were 10 years into the future ? in the past? 7. Have you ever cried in public? When/why/where? 8. What fictional character (tv/book/movie/etc) do you wish you could be (or at least be bffs with)? 9. If you could go back in time and redo one thing, knowing that it would FOR SURE change your future, would you do it? if so, what would you change? 10. What is your definition of a perfect day?

@oakglow‘s questions

If you had to work as part of the camera crew for a reality TV show, which program would you want to work on? rupaul’s drag race for sure

Who inspires you? ahhh sooooo many people!!! I’ll just say David Bowie because I wanna be him every day of my life.

What’s something you always wanted to try, but were too scared? anything that involves heights. Like skydiving sounds amazing in theory but I would seriously have a heart attack and die in the sky. Not a bad way to go though.

What are your hobbies/interests outside of The Sims? I’m going through a thing where I just wanna escape reality all the time, so just being consumed by video games, movies, tv, books, comics, drawing, driving around aimlessly listening to music with the windows down, photography, obsessing over things

What is your special/bizarre talent? I feel like I can sing in a good old timey 50s lady voice but I can only access that when I’m alone so no one else will ever be able to judge.

What’s your favorite cocktail (or any drink if you’re underage)? moscow mule!! the ginger-ier the better

When you feel down, what cheers you up? my dog!! or just lookin at other people’s dogs

What’s your least favorite commercial, and why? hmmm I know there was one that made me wanna smash the tv but I think I’ve blocked it from my memory

Has anyone tricked you/made you believe something ridiculous or untrue? I can be pretty gullible so I’m sure it’s happened but I can’t recall anything in particular!

Where is the worst smelling place you’ve been? our shed has some kind of dead animal under it and it’s pretty bad every time I have to go in there. @nervous---subject‘s questions 1. If an apocalypse hit, formulate a plan, go! You got a minute, ‘cause they’re coming for you. yeah I’d be one of the first to die in an apocalypse 2. Pick up the nearest book, turn to page 27, line 13, and you know, copy the line down. “the noises must become music.” 3. Would you rather be blind or deaf? [At this point in your life.] I honestly will never be able to answer this question. I can’t live without music but as a photographer and very visual person I can’t live without my sight. I think I’d just wanna die if either happened. 4. What is your greatest fear? losing people i love 5. Do you think you could give up the Sims if you absolutely had to? yea, no prob, I get bored of it and don’t play for years. I think this is the longest stretch I’ve ever played and I think it’s because of tumblr 6. Do you believe in soulmates? I believe in having multiple soulmates, sure, and not all in a romantic sense 7. Favorite simblr story/legacy currently? Ahhh uhm like FAVORITE favorite?? I don’t know!! too many!! I can’t pick one. 8. If there’s anything you can instantly be an expert on or in, what would it be? all instruments. or at least guitar. or bass. or piano. 9. If there anyone you trust with your life? Like literally, your life. my sister 10. What’s the longest you’ve played Sims in one sitting. [Any of the sims games]? oh man like 10 hours maybe?? but I always take breaks because I’m deathly afraid of getting a blood clot ;_; @wanderlustonline‘s questions 1. What was the last photo you took? too lazy to post it here but I was at a dog park and someone pasted a “know your nazi” flyer on the park rules sign and it made me really sad and scared for the world right now 2. Where are some unusual places you’ve been? I just drove up to oregon and we passed through this incredible burned down forest that was sad but also other wordly. And we stayed at a shaman’s house in weed, ca for a night. one of the people also staying there was named Wolf and he was traveling up north to bless someone’s weed crop. I also can’t stop talking about it but even though watching the total eclipse was not a ‘place,’ it was one of the most unusual and fascinating things i’ve ever experienced 3. What’s the spiciest thing you’ve ever eaten? I went to an indian restaurant once that made the dish WAY TOO SPICY i was cryin. but there was this one period of my life where I could eat like an entire jalapeno and be fine. i miss those days 4. What is your Zodiac sign? Leo ! nardo dicaprio 5. What’s your “Back in my day, we…”? had to wait for people to get off the phone to use the internet 6. If you built a themed hotel, what would the theme be and what would the rooms look like? omggg that sounds so fun. I’d definitely just copy Wes Anderson and make a 60s/70s inspired hotel and there’d be no new technology whatsoever, like you’d get a newspaper and smokes delivered to you in the morning and there’d be rotary phones and a well dressed elevator operator and really nice art on the walls and like pastel colors omg i wanna watch grand budapest hotel now 7. What’s the grossest food that you just can’t get enough of? some people think mayonnaise is really gross, and if you think about it, it kinda IS, but it’s also the BEST 8. What’s the best lesson you’ve learned from a work of fiction? wowoowww these questions makin me think. Ummm .. so does a movie count? because i learned everything about life from harold and maude. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BhfYUh8QLO4 9. What’s your secret talent? ^^ oakglow also asked this and i wrote: I feel like I can sing in a good old timey 50s lady voice but I can only access that when I’m alone so no one else will ever be able to judge. I got nothin else. 10. What word do you always mispronounce? Rural... who made this word @ohkai-sims questions what’s your favorite ts4 game pack? HMM I think City Living, I only wish we could edit the apartments or make our own who is your favorite sim of all time? of all time?? wowz. Um... well, Ezra is my favorite sim that I’ve made. But other people’s??? Can’t choose!!! I will say I miss Arthur Woods a ton, rip if you could add anything to the sims, what would it be? create a world! and seasons. what’s your favorite thing about the sims? it lets me be creative in tons of ways if you got stuck on a deserted island, what would be the one thing that you could have? oooof I suppose if I couldn’t bring the obvious things like a yacht to leave on I’d just bring a nice double king sized bed with tons of furry blankets so at least I’d be comfy and be able to do my favorite thing which is sleep if you could have any super power, what would it be? bring people and animals back from the dead with no negative consequences whatsoever and we’d all be immortal what t.v. show are you watching/streaming right now? i’ve been rewatching my so called life lol what song are you listening to right now/recently listened to? cat stevens- if you want to sing out what’s your dream job? world traveler/photographer/director/writer/musician what’s your dream pet? I already have my dream pet, my precious dog

#10 questions tag #sorry so much text #i dont blame u for not reading any of it #but i really wanna read your replies to my questions ^_^

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winchester-writes · 7 years

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Fearful Love Part 9

Jared Padalecki x Reader

Word Count: 1,325

Warnings: nothing really....

Summary: I’m horrible at these so I’m not even going to give one for this part.

A/N: So what you’re about to read is actual shit. I almost deleted the whole thing idk how many fucking times....anyways...I kept my promise on getting something out tonight even though it’s absolute trash....beta’d by the @mamapeterson (honestly I wouldn’t have posted if she didn’t fix all of the horrible mistakes) and feedback(negative or positive) is greatly appreciated!!

Fearful Love Masterlist

Later that night, Jared kept his promise and took you out to dinner at the steak restaurant the two of you would go to with everyone else. Picking that place again strictly because he knew how much you loved the macaroni and cheese.

“Uhm, is there a possibility to get bacon added into the mac ‘n cheese?” You questioned the waiter who gave a funny look, but wrote it down on his notepad regardless. “Thanks!”

Jared couldn’t wipe the smile off his face as he tried not to laugh, sitting in a high class restaurant and bursting into a fit of laughter wouldn’t be ideal.

“What? What’s so funny?” you asked, trying not to laugh yourself.

“Just his face when you asked for bacon, no one has probably asked that before. I’ll be surprised if they actually do that.” Jared chuckled as he reached across the table to hold your hand, “You’re definitely one of a kind Y/N, that’s why I love you so much.”

You blushed under his gaze, turning your own towards the table before looking up at him through your lashes. “Thank you.”

After the perfect dinner, Jared didn’t want it to end just yet, deciding to take you out on a walk around the lake that’s about two blocks from the apartment. Finding a bench close to the water, he pulled you close and leaned his cheek against the top of your head. “Ya know, I’ve never been happier than when I’m with you. Out of everything that’s happened in my life….I never pictured getting such a beautiful girl to love me.”

Jared looked down at you the moment you looked up at him, a look of pure adoration was sparkling in his eyes, almost taking your breath away, “R-really?”

“Really Y/N.” Jared’s hand came up to cup your cheek as his face got significantly closer to yours. “And after everything we’ve been through, I’m surprised she doesn’t see how much I really do love her.” You had tried to interrupt him, but it’s almost like he read your mind. “Even if she is slightly ‘broken’.”

The moment Jared’s lips touched yours again it was like a fire igniting throughout your entire body. Your world was made right and you never wanted it turned upside down again. A moan...yes, a moan actually escaped your lips. You’re not sure how long it’s been since something like that had come out but it felt nice and if that was the only way to let him know then so be it. You felt him smirk against the kiss before pulling away so his lips could make their way down your neck. Luckily not a lot of people were out walking the lake this late at night.

As Jared’s lips came into contact with your pulse point your breath hitched in the back of your throat, “Jared…”

“Mmmm?”

“Take me home and….” You breathing had become labored as you thought about the words that were about to leave your mouth, “T-take me home and love me.”

The way Jared pulled back and looked at you told you that he knew what you meant. “A-are you sure? I mean….we don’t have to go so fast, we can take things slow and if you’re not ready then we-”

You nod furiously, “Yes, yes, take me home and love me all night.”

Jared smiled wide before grabbing her hand walking back over to the car. His heart rate accelerating just thinking about how he was going to be spending the rest of his night.

Jared sat up in bed in the middle of the night, looking over at the other side of the bed and seeing your bare back facing him as you slept on your stomach, your beautiful face turned towards him, and your hands cuddling the pillow under your head. If his smile could’ve gotten any wider it would have been at that sight. You looked absolutely gorgeous and he hated that he had to get up.

Texting Jensen, he made sure he was waiting outside. Once he got that confirmation he was getting out of the bed as quietly as he could. Jared quickly threw on some clothes and a pair of shoes before making his way downstairs. Making sure to grab his wallet and that note before completely leaving the building.

Both men start to make their trek down to the police station to hopefully get this whole stalking situation taken care of. Once the note was taken in by the police chief, he said he would try his best to figure out what was going on. Jared accepted that, told the chief thank you, and was soon on his way back to his apartment with Jensen. Lucky to have a friend that would stay up half the night just to do this.

Jensen gets a confused expression when he heard a sniffle but realizes what’s going on the moment he looks over at Jared, “Dude are you crying?”

“I just...I’m sorry man. Y/N...she’s just my everything and seeing what that dick has done to her, emotionally and physically. I want nothing more than to carry that burden for her but she’s so stubborn she barely let’s me in. She’s just now accepting the fact that I love her. She keeps repeatedly telling me how broken she is and that I shouldn’t but after tonight….I think she finally might have a firm grip on what’s true.”

Jensen reached out and gave Jared a giant hug, letting him get all of his emotions out without any judgement, like a good friend should. After pulling away and patting a hand on his back they started walking again, “So what happened tonight?”

Jared cleared his throat, “Uhm...we kinda...we uh...slept together.”

“Whoa dude, nice one!” Jensen laughed as Jared blushed, thinking about the event that had occurred just hours ago.

The two boys split ways after a while of talking on the corner of the street. Jensen heading down the opposite street towards his apartment.

Right as Jared got to the corner diagonal from his apartment, he saw a black van screech to a halt in front of the doors. A tall red headed woman dressed in black stepped out of the drivers side as three men completely dressed in black and ski masks get out from the side door. Jared rushed over a pile of bushes as his heart rate picked up, hiding behind them, watching the three men run inside while the woman watched over the van. He was curious as to what they were doing, afraid to step in just in case they were armed. However, he did get their license plate number to give off to the police later on.

What he saw next though he wasn’t prepared for. The three men were carrying out a giant blanket but it was thrashing about. Was that a person kicking about in there? Then he heard a scream before they threw the blanket wrapped person inside of the van. Right as they were about to shut the door he heard another scream and then complete silence. The scream was his name. That was Y/N screaming for him to save her.

When the van took off, Jared ran out from behind the bushes, screaming, “NO!” Jared ran and ran down the street until his body gave out on him, collapsing onto his knees in the middle of the street, tears streaming down his face. He had no idea who these people were, if they even knew you, or just picked a random room in the apartment building to kidnap someone from. All he did know was that you were now missing and gone without so much as an inkling as to where you might be.

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mayalaen · 7 years

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new fic: blind date

Written for @spnpolybingo Title: Blind Date Pairing(s): Castiel/Gabriel, Anna/Lucifer Word Count: 1.2k Rating: G/General Audience/Not Explicit Tags: poly relationships, blind dates, fluff @spnpolybingo Square: Anna Castiel Gabriel Lucifer Link: AO3

Summary: Castiel and Anna go on a blind date together, but when their dates show up, neither of them is well-suited to either Cas or Anna.

A/N: I wrote this back at the end of March and forgot to post it for SPNPolyBingo. Oops!

Castiel hated blind dates. He always felt like he was on trial and under a microscope. It was like a game show where the he had to figure out how quickly the date would realize they weren't compatible and try to get out of the restaurant leaving him with the check.

"Stop pouting," Anna said, elbowing him in the side.

Cas pulled another packet of sweetener out of the basket and emptied it onto his coaster. There were already five packets and it was turning into a nice little mound.

"And stop wasting sweetener," Anna said, grabbing the basket and setting it on her side of the table.

"You said he was two years older than me?" Cas asked, poking at the pile of sweetener with his fork.

"Four," Anna said for the fifth time since they'd left the house.

"And he runs his own business?" Cas asked.

Anna sighed. "Why don't you look at the menu. Get your mind off of Lucifer for a moment."

Cas looked up at her and his chest ached. She really was trying, and he appreciated it. He really didn't think he'd ever find someone, but the older they got, the longer they lived in the three-bedroom apartment and dated their way through the singles in Oregon, the more Cas believed they'd end up just the two of them, growing old together and fighting over the toy in the cereal box.

"What about yours?" Cas asked.

"My date?" she asked, then shrugged. "I don't know much about him either. Kevin set us both up. Said we'd be a perfect fit."

"He doesn't even know me," Cas said, frowning.

Anna chuckled. "He kinda does. I talk about you a lot."

Cas scowled. "Good or bad?"

Anna rolled her eyes. "You're a great guy, Cas. Even if I told them everything bad you've ever done, you'd still come off sounding like a great guy, and you are."

"And he knows I've got a fuckbuddy situation going on with the guy next door?" Cas asked.

Anna nodded. "Yeah, I told Kevin all about Dean."

Cas balled up an empty sweetener packet and flicked it at her. She grinned and flicked it back. And that's how their dates found them, giggling like children and flicking balled up sweetener packets at each other in a restaurant fancy enough to have a valet service and real cloth napkins along with wine that didn't come cheaper than one hundred dollars a bottle.

"Hi," someone said.

Cas and Anna stopped, blinking up at the two men standing by the table. One was taller than the other, and Cas knew the taller one with blond hair was supposed to be his date for the evening. Cas tried not to jump on it too quickly, but the way the man was smirking down at them turned him off before they were even introduced. The other one was smirking too, but for some reason it didn't bother Castiel as much.

"I'm Gabriel," the shorter one said, holding out his hand. "You can call me Gabe. And this is my roommate, Lucy."

"Lucifer," the taller man said, and it was obvious he'd said it a million times.

Cas and Anna stood up to shake hands, then all four of them sat down, Gabe next to Anna and Lucifer next to Cas.

"Nice place you guys picked," Gabe said, grabbing a cracker and breaking it in half, letting the crumbs fall on the table. "You been here before?'

Cas shook his head. "No. Someone at Anna's office told her it was good."

"Are the waiters snobby?" Gabe asked, straightening up in his seat and looking around for a waiter. "Do they have a napkin draped over their arm and look down their nose at you like they're better than you?"

Anna sent a quick look to Cas. He had no trouble reading it. It was her 'I already don't like this little fucker' look. Cas ignored it.

"So you guys are twins, huh?" Gabe asked, looking first at Anna, then at Cas. "You don't look all that similar."

"Fraternal," Lucifer said.

"Oh, really?" Gabe asked, and there was so much sarcasm in the words that Cas ducked his head to hide the smirk on his face. "See, I didn't know about babies and life and all that shit."

Lucifer sighed. "Where is that waiter?" he asked as he shifted in his seat.

Cas sent a look to Anna, and it pretty much was the same look she'd sent him, because yeah, he wasn't thrilled with Lucifer. She ignored him.

"So what do you do?" Anna asked Lucifer.

Cas scowled, not only because she'd ignored him, but because she was flirting with Lucifer. She was tiling her head and playing with her hair and doing thing with her lips she did when she wanted guys to notice her. Cas flicked a balled up sweetener packet at her.

It was the best thing he could've done because all at once they realized there had been a big mistake. Anna and Lucifer both sat back in their chairs, surprised that Cas would flick garbage in a nice restaurant even though he'd been doing it before Lucifer and Gabe got there, and at the same time Gabe giggled and grabbed one of the other packets, balled it up, and tossed it at Lucifer's forehead.

Cas let out a bark of laughter that had several other people in the restaurant turning to see what was going on, and that's when the same idea hit Gabe and Lucifer.

"So, uhm, should we switch?" Anna asked, shrugging.

Lucifer nodded just as Gabe scooted back and stood up. "I have a better idea,"Gabe said, then held out his hand for Cas. "Let's you and I get outta here and leave these two stuffy old farts to have a nice dinner while we get pizza and burgers and ice cream and go to your apartment."

Cas looked to Anna, raising one eyebrow to make sure she was okay with it. He was ditching her with a stranger, so he needed to at least ask.

Anna rolled her eyes. "Like you even need to give me that pathetic little look!" she said, shaking her head. "Go. Have fun. We won't stay out too late."

"Thank you, Anna," Cas said, smiling as Gabe got impatient and grabbed his wrist, dragging him out of the way-too-fancy restaurant.

"So I hear you've got a thing going on with the guy next door," Gabriel said once outside the restaurant.

Cas' chest tightened with worry. "Is that going to be a problem?"

Gabe stopped and turned to him. "Only if he's not open to a threesome."

Cas smiled. "I don't think that's going to be a problem."

Gabe's smile made every bit of worry drop away, and Cas chuckled as Gabe pulled him along, mouth going a mile a minute as he described all the fun things they could try.

#supernatural #fanfic #spnpolybingo #anna x lucifer #castiel x gabriel #myfic

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starsburnouttoo · 7 years

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boring tag

because of @kitkatdana

1. DO YOU SLEEP WITH YOUR CLOSET DOORS OPEN OR CLOSED? I close them, i’m OCD about all the doors in my room.

2. DO YOU TAKE THE SHAMPOOS AND CONDITIONER BOTTLES FROM HOTELS? I probably have, honestly don’t remember.

3. DO YOU SLEEP WITH YOUR SHEETS TUCKED IN OR OUT? I have a sheet too big for my bed so its wrapped around kinda weirdly and never comes undone. (life hack?)

4. HAVE YOU STOLEN A STREET SIGN BEFORE? No because what would I do with it? I mean, I’d hang up a stop sign on my bedroom door maybe but that might be too cliche?

5. DO YOU LIKE TO USE POST-IT NOTES? I like to make small notes and I like to write things out in my notebook but post-it notes specifically? nah, not really.

6. DO YOU CUT OUT COUPONS BUT THEN NEVER USE THEM? I take the whole page and just rip out the coupon I end up using.

7. WOULD YOU RATHER BE ATTACKED BY A BIG BEAR OR A SWARM OF BEES? Big bear because it’s only one and I feel like they’d be easier to out run than a whole swarm of bees. Also at least with a bear it’s a quicker death, with a swarm of bees I’m not even sure i’d day.

8. DO YOU HAVE FRECKLES? Nope, I have a lot of moles/beauty marks though.

9. DO YOU ALWAYS SMILE FOR PICTURES? I do because I don’t want to look back at a photo and regret the facial expression I made -- it happens a lot surprisingly.

10. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST PET PEEVE? I... don’t know? I don’t like when I get blamed for stuff that isn’t my fault?

11. DO YOU EVER COUNT YOUR STEPS WHEN YOU WALK? I don’t actually count but I think about how, like, “this room is only about 20 steps from mine.” and that sort of stuff.

12. HAVE YOU PEED IN THE WOODS? No... I don’t go into the woods?

13. HAVE YOU EVER POOPED IN THE WOODS? I literally do not go in the woods and the few times I have gone camping their were restrooms for this stuff.

14. DO YOU EVER DANCE EVEN IF THERES NO MUSIC PLAYING? All the timeeeee I can’t seem to be still, I’ll move from side to side a lot or bob my head or do that shoulder beat thing, ya feel?

15. DO YOU CHEW YOUR PENS AND PENCILS? So, I chew on those pen caps from those pens that are clear and only have a blue cap? they’re like hard plastic? I feel like they’re in the top 3 most used pens... but I like to chew on those caps specifically, other than that no.

16. HOW MANY PEOPLE HAVE YOU SLEPT WITH THIS WEEK? Okay so literally slept with only one but like sex? hehe ;) I’m a virgin.

17. WHAT SIZE IS YOUR BED? twin but that was because I have a bunk bed. i’m buying a queen soon :D

18. WHAT IS YOUR SONG OF THE WEEK? Song of the week... uhm... okay so “Trapdoor” by Twenty One Pilots is really good but also “I Hate U I Love U” by Gnash because mood.

19. IS IT OK FOR GUYS TO WEAR PINK? Yes, honey do what makes you happy. You like the color? wear it. You want to make a point that men can wear pink? do it. You want to support breast cancer? love it. you just couldn’t find another shirt to go with your new jeans? you look so good! I love it, wear the hell out of pink.

20. DO YOU STILL WATCH CARTOONS? Actively? No... I watch a lot of anime from time to time, though... which, ya know, animated cartoons are still animated cartoons. Toe-may-toe toe-mah-toe.

21. WHAT IS YOUR LEAST FAVORITE MOVIE? Least favorite? err I hate every scary movie to have ever existed but I also can’t find it in me to like anything from harry potter, star trek, star wars, lord of the rings.... those series.

22. WHERE WOULD YOU BURY HIDDEN TREASURE IF YOU HAD SOME? my grandpa owns two mountains... I won’t say where... you never know if I’ll get treasure worth hiding, my guy.

23. WHAT DO YOU DRINK WITH DINNER? tea, literally any kind of tea.

24. WHAT DO YOU DIP A CHICKEN NUGGET IN? Ketchup, ranch, chick-fil-a sauce... yes.

25. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE FOOD? Alright so I’m weird and I really love potato salad, like, no joke, but there was potato salad in my dream last night? I like cereal a lot, its so good, but I would die for oatmeal creme pies... devilled eggs...

26. WHAT MOVIES COULD YOU WATCH OVER AND OVER AGAIN AND STILL LOVE? Okay any disney movie ever, but to specify I love Beauty and the beast, Mulan, Aladdin, Tangled, Frozen (I only saw it twice so it wasn’t killed for me, I genuinely like the characters), Anastasia.... yeah I like them all.

27. LAST PERSON YOU KISSED/KISSED YOU? Ugh okay so my last kiss was in 8th grade and yall know how those middle school relationships are all mistakes right? So yeah, it was this guy who was the pastors son at my church... his name is josh... he’s in college now... yeah. ew.

28. WERE YOU EVER A BOY/GIRL SCOUT? I went to the first meeting because my brother was going to the boy scouts meeting (he wanted to learn to use a pocket knife and tie cool knots) but the girls just sold cookies and i thought that was lame so... no.

29. WOULD YOU EVER STRIP OR POSE NUDE IN A MAGAZINE? I would strip but completely naked? Nah... do I get like a sheet to cover with or something?

30. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU WROTE A LETTER TO SOMEONE ON PAPER? Last week... I write thank you cards a lot (not that I give them out a lot because I feel like people would think I’m weird for thanking them for... like... i dunno... loving a similar band to me and having a nice conversation or something.)

31. CAN YOU CHANGE THE OIL ON A CAR? No but all my brothers can so I don’t need to know... hopefully...

32. EVER GOTTEN A SPEEDING TICKET? nope... because I’m learning to drive still.

33. EVER RAN OUT OF GAS? uh... no. I haven’t learned how to drive in the time span between this question and the last one.

34. WHAT’S YOUR FAVORITE KIND OF SANDWICH? I really like subway because of their samiches. i couldn’t say any specifics because I like.... like, all sandwiches.

35. BEST THING TO EAT FOR BREAKFAST? okay so breakfast tacos from Dans... oooooor cereal.... ooooooor breakfast tacos in general. oooooor Waffles from Jim’s because they put whipped cream, chocolate chips, chocolate drizzle, etc.

36. WHAT IS YOUR USUAL BEDTIME? my bedtime is 9 but anytime after 6 pm works too... if its later than 10 I’m suicidal.

37. ARE YOU LAZY? If I’m determined to get something done I will do it, just leave me alone and I’ll do it. but if I really just don’t want to do something or don’t care... yes. i’m so so so so lazy.

38. WHEN YOU WERE A KID, WHAT DID YOU DRESS UP AS FOR HALLOWEEN? Okay so one year, and keep in mind this is the most embarrassing costume i remember, I dressed up as a party rocker based on the song party rock anthem... because I was extremely crazy about that song when I was like.... 11.

39. WHAT IS YOUR CHINESE ASTROLOGICAL SIGN? I’m a dragon my guy. but like... hopefully a water dragon or ice dragon or earth dragon.. i don’t wanna be hot headed.

40. HOW MANY LANGUAGES CAN YOU SPEAK? English.... and I passed Spanish....

41. DO YOU HAVE ANY MAGAZINE SUBSCRIPTIONS? I mean... I have none but my household has a ton and I like to take the Mens Health ones because none of my brothers want them and the cover guys are sooooo hot.

42. WHICH ARE BETTER: LEGOS OR LINCOLN LOGS? Legos by a long shot.

43. ARE YOU STUBBORN? Nah.. I mean if its a morals thing fuck yeah but if its like... “should we go to chick-fil-a” I’d be like “I kinda want chinese” and the someone would say “but I want chicken” so I’d be like “okay”

44. WHO IS BETTER: LENO OR LETTERMAN? Uh... you see.... I like the name Leno better than letterman but i dunno these people?

45. EVER WATCH SOAP OPERAS? No dude... like... if I did it would be more ironically...

46. ARE YOU AFRAID OF HEIGHTS? funny story but one time I thought I would die if I jumped off of the air vent that was outside my house... it’s like 3 feet tall... so yeah... anything above 3 feet scares me I guess. xD

47. DO YOU SING IN THE CAR? does satan’s name resemble santa’s?

48. DO YOU SING IN THE SHOWER? almost alwayyyyyys... if I don;t i’m thinking hard or just in general talking to myself.

49. DO YOU DANCE IN THE CAR? Yes. Especially to the good songs. so... a lot.

50. EVER USED A GUN? Yes and i like pistols but the.... whats it called.... the force after you shoot a big gun that makes you jump back... yeah I don’t like that.

51. LAST TIME YOU GOT A PORTRAIT TAKEN BY A PHOTOGRAPHER? Okay so... no?

52. DO YOU THINK MUSICALS ARE CHEESY? I think that certain musicals are borderline obsessive with songs that just don’t go well for a serious mood... like, they’re too cheesy and annoying to be a good romantic song... but a lot of musicals are really well put together too.

53. IS CHRISTMAS STRESSFUL? Ugh, yes. I have 3 separate families to visit okay? Literally there is over 50 people to shop for and that’s not including friends and I’m unemployed so yes. yes it is.

54. EVER EAT A PIEROGI? no.. I dunno what that is.

55. FAVORITE TYPE OF FRUIT PIE? pie is so gross but I like the topping of pecan pie.

56. OCCUPATIONS YOU WANTED TO BE WHEN YOU WERE A KID? uhhhh I gotta list. here we go: chef, baker, singer, actress, model, pilot, therapist, vet, successful, talk show host, americas got talent judge (like... i reallllllllllly wanted to be a judge--- still do a looooooot but I have no fame so...)

57. DO YOU BELIEVE IN GHOSTS? nah but I make jokes about them being around a lot.

58. EVER HAVE A DEJA-VU FEELING? ALL THE TIME except its not exactly like a full on minute of deja vu its like a hand motion or a sign I saw on the wall or someone saying something that I swear I’ve heard before.

59. DO YOU TAKE A VITAMIN DAILY? no but I did as a kid, especially when my mom bought the sour gummy ones.

60. DO YOU WEAR SLIPPERS? no but I wear sandals and socks around the house a lot.

61. DO YOU WEAR A BATH ROBE? no but I own, like, 2.

62. WHAT DO YOU WEAR TO BED? a t-shirts with literally anything ranging from jeans to leggings to yoga pants... etc.

63. WHAT WAS YOUR FIRST CONCERT? One Direction on September 21st, 2014 in Houston.... the arena was huge... a million girls and I got sick during the last song... whoops.

64. WALMART, TARGET, OR KMART? target....?

65. NIKE OR ADIDAS? I wear so much nike stuff because its so comfortable but adidas shirts and jackets look hella comfortable.

66. CHEETOS OR FRITOS? cheetos my main dude. I had an on going joke with my little brother once when we were at a concession stand and I couldn’t see what was there and he was tall so he read to me, “cheetos... fritos... doritos... and sunchips” and we died laughing because of all the rhyming.

67. PEANUTS OR SUNFLOWER SEEDS? I like the taste of sunflower seeds better but they’re so time consuming to open with so little food as a result that peanuts are just easier.

68. EVER HEAR OF THE GROUP TRES BIEN? Nah my guy. How about Three Days Grace? xD

69. EVER TAKE DANCE LESSONS? No but my spanish teacher had us learn a hispanic culture dance for one of our final projects. I had the cumbia.

70. IS THERE A PROFESSION YOU PICTURE YOUR FUTURE SPOUSE DOING? I don’t care as long as they’re enjoying what they do.

71. CAN YOU CURL YOUR TONGUE? like... taco? cause yeah?

72. EVER WON A SPELLING BEE? Okay so uhhh no but I went to this education festival thing and they had a spelling bee booth and I spelled the word they gave me wrong but I still won a reallllly nice notebook (as a writer I really do mean that) and it was the first notebook I ever filled up. (it lasted from march 8th, 2016 to November 11th, 2016.)

73. HAVE YOU EVER CRIED BECAUSE YOU WERE SO HAPPY? Uh.... maybe? I dunno?

74. OWN ANY RECORD ALBUMS? No but they sound cool.

75. OWN A RECORD PLAYER? I have literally no idea whats in my garage. I doubt it.

76. DO YOU REGULARLY BURN INCENSE? Yes... I have like 20 in my room and I burn one every few days... or a candle...

77. EVER BEEN IN LOVE? Yeah.... yea...... uhhhh.... yeah.

78. WHO WOULD YOU LIKE TO SEE IN CONCERT? Twenty One Pilots, again, tbh, gnash, NF, and i’m sure there will be more in the future.

79. WHAT WAS THE LAST CONCERT YOU SAW? Troye Sivan on October 24th, 2016.

80. HOT TEA OR COLD TEA? uhhhhh all tea, don’t discriminate.

81. TEA OR COFFEE? both... but like tea.... is more appealing.

82. SUGAR COOKIES OR SNICKERDOODLES? sugar cookies all the way.

83. CAN YOU SWIM WELL? i know how to swim.

84. CAN YOU HOLD YOUR BREATH WITHOUT HOLDING YOUR NOSE? yeah

85. ARE YOU PATIENT? sometimes. if its something I wanna do then nah... but if its like... waiting for a friend to do something yeah.

86. DJ OR BAND AT A WEDDING? DJ... (I forgot to add this to the job list but I wanted to be a DJ once... and a break dancer once.)

87. EVER WON A CONTEST? I got 2nd place in an 80′s themed costume dance contest...??? I dunno.

88. HAVE YOU EVER HAD PLASTIC SURGERY? yeah but it was to smooth out a few scars.

89. WHICH ARE BETTER: BLACK OR GREEN OLIVES? olives can burn in hell.

90. CAN YOU KNIT OR CROCHET? ahhhhhh I wish no.

91. BEST ROOM FOR A FIREPLACE? any room that gets cold???

92. DO YOU WANT TO GET MARRIED? only if my partner does but me??? yes.... yeah I’d loooooove to be able to call someone my partner for life and just have that assurance that they actually want to be with me...

93. IF MARRIED, HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN MARRIED? never... yet...

94. WHO WAS YOUR HIGH SCHOOL CRUSH? she actually might see this somehow so i won’t say the current one but I liked this girl name Olivia all through middle school until 9th grade... so you know?

95. DO YOU CRY AND THROW A FIT UNTIL YOU GET YOUR OWN WAY? Playfully? dramatically? but never seriously.

96. DO YOU HAVE KIDS? so I have 2, one is named Pikachu and one is named Bruce Banner... or Willis... or Wayne.. whatever you want for Bruce.... they’re small.... and precious... and chihuahuas.

97. DO YOU WANT KIDS? I don’t want to give birth, I want a ton of kids though so... well see?

98. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE COLOR? I like maroon... and purple... and blue... and black.... silver... white.... yeah.

99. DO YOU MISS ANYONE RIGHT NOW? nah.... not really.

100. WHO ARE YOU GOING TO TAG TO DO THIS VIDEO NEXT? its not even a video but uhhh @sweatersnshades @depressedtopramen @guacnroll @ashlapash579 @sleeping--light @beverlynotcleary @pups-art @stark-nakedness because all of yall are my fave accounts and some of the coolest people I’ve got to see.... yeah :D

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how do you write like you're running out of time? chapter 1

Summary: Alexander keeps leaving his own original works on the shelfs of the library and John is a librarian who reads his stories and is starting to form a crush on Alexander. I suck at summaries. Based of off a prompt. Lams. Based of off this prompt that I unfortunately can't find anymore: "I'm a librarian and you keep leaving your original works on the shelf and these stories are great but you should really publish these before sticking them in the library." If anyone knows who posted this prompt, please tell me so I can credit them.

There he was again. Every week or so the dark haired beauty came to the library to borrow a couple of books. Every so often he would leave one of his own original works on the shelves. The first time John realized someone was putting their own books on the shelves was when a middle-aged woman came to him complaining about not being able to scan a book. After looking through the library's archives he found that the library didn't own that book nor anything from the writer, Alexander Hamilton. After trying to explain the situation to the woman and apologizing repeatedly, John was finally able to take a break and left the book on his desk, deciding to take care of it later. After his break Lafayette needed his help and Hercules stopped by, distracting John for the rest of the afternoon. John had shift until eleven p.m. that day, Lafayette was clocked out around six o'clock and John was stuck with Samuel Seabury for the rest of the night. To say John and Samuel didn't get along was an understatement and in order to keep everything civil they tried to avoid each other as much as possible. That being said, his shift was very boring, not many people went to the library at that time and John had no one to talk to. As John looked around for something to do he saw the book lying there, having nothing else to do, John picked up the book and started reading, soon fully captivated by this Alexander Hamilton’s writing. The second time, John saw Hamilton put a book on the fantasy shelf. Instead of confronting him, John decided to wait until Hamilton, who by the way looked like he just stepped out of some fashion magazine, with his hair done up in a bun and wearing a very fitting suit, left the library. When he did John grabbed the new book and again he found himself being drawn in by Alexander’s writing. From that day on, John kept an eye out for Alexander, and over time John started to notice little things about Him, like the way he somehow always looked tired, like he never got a full night of sleep, though, then again, with how many book he read and the fact that he must spent a lot of time writing as well, it really shouldn't be that surprising. John noticed how Alexander could apparently pull off just about anything. Some days he would wear a hoodie and sweatpants and look adorable, on others he would wear a suit and look breathtakingly hot, sometimes he would just wear a button up with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, John suspected that Alexander did that just to annoy John with his beauty. He noticed how some days Alexander looked like he was on a mission, looking at all kinds of nonfiction books and usually going home with a very large pile of books, books that he would usually return only a few days later. On other days Alexander would take his time, looking through some nonfiction books, though on those days he would mostly look at fiction. He'd look through everything, from thrillers to romance stories to fantasy books, on those days he would go home with about two or three books and when he'd return them it would be quite obvious that he didn't sleep much. He looked happier on those days. John sometimes saw how Alexander started to shine when he had found a good book and expected Alexander to be the kind of person who could go on and on about a good book. John also kept reading the books Alexander left behind, he wrote all kinds of books, all belonging in different categories and all were amazing. He even wrote one book about working as a journalist, it was very interesting what with Alexander obviously having poured all of his anger towards his work and his coworkers, mostly a Jefferson. He had wrote about how annoying it was that Burr would never let his own opinion show, making all of his articles, in Alexander’s opinion, very boring. About how much of an asshole Jefferson is, always thinking he's better than everyone, boasting about how great he is. Long story short, John figured that Alexander a journalist was and that he wasn't not too fond of his job. This lead to John looking him up online and finding out that Alexander had a way of making the most boring stories sound interesting. Over time, John had formed quite a big crush on this Alexander. It kind of scared him actually, having grown up in an extremely homophobic environment. John had come out to his father six years ago when he was eighteen years old and had saved enough money to get himself a small apartment when his father had disowned him and kicked him out of the house. John had expected this to happen and had planned everything, this didn't mean it didn't hurt though, somewhere he had hoped his father wouldn't react like he had just told him he had killed a man, oh well, you can't have everything. Now he lived in a small apartment in New York, he worked at the library, he liked working at the library, he could read as many books as he wanted and it paid decently. He had a couple of friends here, he was finally comfortable with who he was and everything was pretty great, still, crushes scared him, dating scared him. After his father showed such blatant disgust towards what was such a big part of him, John became very scared of even the possibility of someone he liked doing the same. Today though, John was going to talk to Alexander, he gathered all of his confidence and walked up to Alexander. “Uhm, hi.” John said, awkwardly waving is hand in a manner that reminded him of ‘hi, Zuko here’. “Uhm, so, I am a librarian here and I noticed you keep leaving your own original works on the shelves and, uhh, well, I mean these are really good, but you should really publish them before sticking them in the library…” he trailed of, well that went better than he had expected honestly. “Oh, uh, yeah thanks. Do you really think they’re good though?” Alexander asked, blushing a bright red. He couldn't help it, the boy, John Laurens, his name tag said, had caught him of guard. Plus, he wasn't really used to being complemented, and especially not by someone this cute. Sure, Washington sometimes complemented him, but that was it. Everyone else just thought he was annoying and surely this John would too once he got to know him. He really hoped not though, he didn't have any friends, well besides Burr, but Burr wasn't really a friend. Plus this guy was really cute, with his bushy hair and what seem like millions of freckles and his adorable smile and the slight blush on his cheeks. “Well yeah, of course! Your writing style is really unique!” John exclaimed, immediately noticing how enthusiastically he had said it and feeling himself reddening. “Well thank you, John Laurens.” Alexander said, pointedly looking at John’s name tag to indicate that he knew his name because of his name tag and that he wasn't some creepy stalker. “My name is Alexander Hamilton by the way, but you can call me Alex, everyone calls me Alex. Well, except for Jefferson that is, but he isn't allowed to. Oh, and Burr only calls me Alexander... Okay, well, only Washington calls me Alex. But still, you can call me Alex.” Alex said, rambling a bit, having found his voice again. Alexander held a hand out for John to shake, already excited at the prospect of possibly making a new friend, maybe even more. “John, pleasure to meet you.” John replied, shaking Alexander’s hand. “So, John, what is a pretty boy like you doing here?” Alexander asked, smirking. He had decided to try to get John to agree to go on at least one date with him, that is, if he is even attracted to guys, before he realizes that someone as gorgeous as John shouldn't settle down for someone like him. A loser without friends, with a stupid journalist job that pays just good enough for him to live of off. Someone who spends all of his time outside from work locked up in his room, reading every book the library has to offer and writing books that he still doesn't believe are as good as John seems to think they are. “Uhm, I uhh, I work here?” John stammered, accidentally kind of phrasing it as a question. Honestly though, what did he expect, what with Alexander flirting with him so casually. Like honestly, how did he even do that. I mean, John had flirted before, he had dated before, but somehow he couldn't even try to talk to Alexander without turning into a blushing and stuttering mess. Alexander chuckled. “I meant, why are you working at a library instead of doing a photo shoot for the cover of people's magazine as sexiest man alive?” Honestly, why was this guy wasting his time on Alexander, why had he not walked away yet? “Oh, right uhm, I don't- do you- I- sexiest man alive? I don't think-” John stammered, not being able to find the words to respond, his blush darkening by the second. “John? There you are, I need your help. Could you come over here for a second?” A tall man with a heavy French accent called. “Oh, uhm, yeah sure Laf, I'll be right there!” John replied before turning back to Alexander. “Okay, so I gotta go, but, uhm, do you- do you like wanna go on a date sometime? I mean if you don’t that's fine of course.” “Uhh, yeah sure” Alexander replied, a bit taken aback. “Great, uhm okay, wait here for a sec.” With that John ran of somewhere and came back a few seconds later with a piece of paper, pushing the paper in Alexander’s hand, he called a quick “call me!” Before running of to go help his friend. Alexander looked down to the piece of paper in his hand. On it was a phone number, ‘John’ written in neat but hurried handwriting and a little heart drawn next to it. Alexander left the library that day with a big smile on his face and something to look forward to, feeling happier than he had in weeks. I am going to post this on Ao3 as well, but I don't have an account yet...

#my writing #lams #hamilton #chapter 1

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swtorramblings · 7 years

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On Vaylin

I am re-posting this, my rough draft of a post that I wrote to my main blog when I found that my annoyance with certain game events aggravated me so badly I needed a place to publicly vent. I tried to move it here and broke the whole thing, so lost some of the edits and other information (I’m still learning the ropes). I still want to have it up, but I am also not putting in the tags it used to have. I am trying to be more positive, now, though I will have one more negative, but somewhat calmer, post on the subject in the near future, because even after a month and a half it still gets to me.

I am going on a rant about the SWTOR expansion, Knights of the Eternal Throne. I don’t think anyone is likely to see this that, 1. Cares about SWTOR, 2. Cares about my opinion of SWTOR, 3. Doesn’t already know the plot of KOTET. If I’m wrong, note that there are spoilers ahead.

Too long, didn’t read: Vaylin’s fate is for crap, a badly told mess even if the basic plot of “man and woman enter, only man can leave” wasn’t already a problem.

Note: I’m not really looking for debate. I’m just venting. But, if you must, keep it civil. My ire is meant for Bioware and for the people who have approached disagreements on this subject rudely.

Now, my therapy will begin.

I will be up front about my core bias: I have seen enough stories where a man and a woman fulfill similar roles in the story, have similar experiences, and, in this case, commit similar crimes (of type if not of scale), but the man survives and the woman doesn’t. I was never, ever going to like this plotline. Give us the choice to save both, give us the choice of which one can be saved (Bioware loves that), or don’t let us save either. All would be better, though I prefer the first two.

I fully understand that she was written without those little moments of remorse that he was. I do understand what Bioware was going for. It’s not difficult to see, it was unsubtle. It was also hamfisted and obnoxious. So don’t tell me how obvious it was that she was too far gone and like that: I’m well aware. I just don’t find it to be a good story, especially with so much of how it was handled. They chose to make her that way, they did not have to, and even in making that choice they could have done better.

Finally, I recognize this is a game. It is also, however, a story, and how we tell and share stories is important to me, and this one was awful. Bioware tried to tell a tale of tragedy and familial abuse and mental illness and brainwashing, in an action game with a trinary response, and the lack of nuance didn’t do them any favors. If they couldn’t tell the story with care and sensitivity, they shouldn’t have told it at all.

Vaylin irredeemable. Why? Because mummy and brother can’t find any good in her with their Detect Good spell? Please. Because daddy says she is like a wild animal? Please squared. They should get no say whatsoever.

I swear, whether or not Vaylin ultimately must die I wanted the option to tell them all off. When they say something like that, I want to say, <point to Senya> “You feared her and abandoned her.” <point to Arcann> “You neglected her and killed her brother. Out of everyone living outside of my head, you two are the most responsible for what she has become. Neither of you have any say in how we are going to handle this. And we’re going to do what we can to save her. Period. And if you want any more reason than she’s your family, or the horrible things you both allowed to happen to her, or your own empathy, Valkorian is telling me she has to die, and I refuse to do what that monster says. Are we clear?”

Oh, and that bit where you get the option to tell her that Valkorian wants you to kill her? To try to talk her down? That’s the Light option, Bioware. You’re irredeemable is the neutral option. How hard is that to figure out?

Because she’s a threat to your troops? No. The moment you tell them that Valkorian wants her dead, they should be changing their blasters to stun settings. Well, if those exist in TOR, if they haven’t been invented yet, someone should get on that (and if they do every single light side character should carry one, even if they are clumsy and random, for situations like this). But your troops know what he is, and should be willing to help you out here.

Because she killed a lot of people, including your buddy (speaking of hamfisted story telling)? Arcann killed HK-55 (but, you know, droid, and anti-droid bigotry is certainly a thing in Star Wars, even with otherwise light-side types) and almost certainly many times as many people. I do hope you don’t have him with you if your reason to kill her is because of her crimes (and if you executed him for his, congratulations, you are more consistent with your actions than the game company known for its awesome stories. I say, without irony, good job).

Because she’s killed your buddy and you want revenge? Point. I have no rebuttal, but then, I don’t really have a problem you being able to choose to kill her, here (aside from my “Bioware created an awful and poorly told story of familial abuse where you have to/get to kill the victims” thing), my problem is that you have to kill her but you can save Arcann.

Because she slaughtered her troops with her force powers when they annoyed her or just to show off? Again, hope you haven’t saved Arcann after halving his own forces. Just because she does it herself doesn’t mean he’s less heinous, and magical force powers healed him.

Because she’s too broken to live? That’s really the crux of what Bioware was going for: her mind was crippled by Valkorian and can never be gotten back to what it was. Her sanity can never be restored so we have to kill her because of the combination of her powers and her madness. Well, even if I fully accepted this, I want to be allowed to show sympathy within the game. Yeah, I can pretend that’s what the Outlander is really doing, but some things I’d like explicitly stated, and this is one of those. Just say you’re sorry you have to do this before stabbing or shooting her. I wouldn’t like it, as I said, but it’s a small step up, anyway. And they couldn’t give us that option.

Mock her like a villain? You can. Ask her to surrender? You can. Show sympathy and offer help? No, not really. Not use the command phrase, or even show a shred of sorrow or even embarrassment over its use? Nope, and you’re going to expose it to the galaxy, her shame, her lack of control, the awfulness of her parents! I can’t imagine why she hates you so much, especially with her awful family around you, but you did that to her

This is an abuse victim. Further, she had directed attempts to break her mind, body, and spirit to make her into something else. These things happened. The fact that you walk up to her, close enough to touch, with what sounds like whimpering and fear being the only sounds she’s making, and stab or shoot her is disgusting. If she’s supposed to be just Pure Evil, at least let her be ranting at the end. If she’s supposed to be Irredeemably Broken, pretty much the same. That bit of whimpering both makes her seem like someone not really all that dangerous and someone that I want to save. She made the same noises when you most recently defeat her, while she’s on her hands and knees before you, too. Shame you couldn’t have acted before she bubbled up, hero. Perhaps irrational, but there it is.

Because she doesn’t ask? Because she doesn’t want to be saved? Uhm, and? Bioware tried very hard to present her as completely gone, and why. She doesn’t get to choose whether the people around her are going to at least try to help her. Does that take away her agency as a character? Maybe, but I’d argue that her agency was already taken away by her father (and, by extension, the writers) a long time ago. In fact, note in Chapter 9: “Choice. I could get used to that.” At that point, after death, she has agency. Shame she couldn’t have gained some before that, like, by the Outlander trying to save her.

I actually think she was borderline suicidal. She fought beyond what was reasonable when already defeated, there at the end. When, after you continued her abuse by using her command phrase, she retreated and tortured herself, she shouts out not that she doesn’t want to die, but that she doesn’t want to die “in this place”. Scant evidence, since “not like this” is something people that don’t seem otherwise to want to die sometimes say. But, combined with what she has been through and her constant control by others (I’m looking at you, Outlander), it seems at least plausible. I don’t think it’s what the writers were going for, but I can’t unthink it, and it makes “she didn’t ask to be saved” take on a very different, and much worse, meaning.

Because she’s too dangerous? Maybe. There are some signs of it. She’s certainly been defeated often enough, but, yeah, her power is unlocked! Oh, wait, you beat her again. But, now she has that bubble thing, maybe it’s just going to keep going, burning her out and blowing up your base, if she’s not killed. Maybe her rage would drive her troops forward, even if she was unconscious or, say, in carbonite. It would be nice to have one of those explicitly stated before killing her, because at that point the decision to do that rather than try to take her alive makes more sense.

You had to kill the suicidal woman because she was going to kill everyone around you and it was the only way to stop her? Fine. Show some remorse that it came to that, lightsider. Show some empathy. Really all I want given the choice has already been made by the writers that she must die.

Honestly, there’s an episode of Justice League Unlimited where Batman sits down with Ace while she is dying and just stays with her. A moment like that would have been so much better for the nice characters. Instead, “You’re irredeemable!” stab/shot in the gut.

Maybe you just don’t have a non-lethal weapon. Maybe you should get one, we have them on Earth and can’t even break the speed of light or form light into a solid cutting tool.

Because it’s too risky to try to save her, long term? If you wanted the easy way, you’d have used the Emperor’s power every time he offered it, but you didn’t do that, even to save Lana, did you? But, then, accepting his advice and help is probably a bad idea. What did he tell you to do with his daughter and other family members, again?

Because she was always evil? Many of the things I’ve griped about are open to interpretation, this one included. There were moments when she could be interpreted to have a vicious streak as a little girl. She smiled when the guards died (I still believe that the guards should be hurt, not dead, because Senya should have talked about this instead of the crippled guard if Vaylin killed her sparring partners, but I digress). I interpret that as her happiness in showing off her power, and the moment after that as her guilt realizing what had happened. But, sure, the Dark Side could be interpreted as there, even then.

But that bubbly little girl, bouncing up and down with excitement while her big brothers spar? She’s evil? No. Just no. I fear I have no cogent argument to give on this subject, but I don’t accept it, anyway. They can’t all be gems. My entire diatribe is about how the Outlander should have been portrayed as more emotional, if the player so chooses, and I’m not immune myself.

Conclusion: I’m not happy that you are forced to kill an abuse victim, a mentally disturbed woman who, yes, has committed heinous crimes. This isn’t the right venue for such a story, if any venue is. I am doubly disgusted by the way it was approached, with the hero of the story mocking her and taking advantage of her weakness forced on her by the villain for tactical reasons. You don’t use the command phrase to capture her, or even really to save people nearby: it was always your plan to reveal the results of her abuse to the galaxy. I don’t like that you don’t appear to try to help her until after she’s dead, and are unable to choose to show any kind of remorse for what you must do. They took a story that would have annoyed me and made it into something really grotesque. Good job, Bioware.

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