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holylulusworld · 4 years ago

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The Roommate (5) - Happy together

Summary: You and John belong together.

Pairing: AU John Winchester x fem!Reader

Characters: Dean Winchester, Bobby Singer, OFC Sharon

Warnings: language, angst, plus sized reader, mentions of sex, flirty John, fluff, cuddling & snuggling, implied smut

A/N: The idea for plot and some details came from @shooterere per request.

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“So, are you healthy again,” Dean sits on your desk, to watch you hastily thumb through a few contracts. “Y/N, I asked you a question.”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you squeak, eyes drifting toward John walk into your office, smirking like someone who stole your virginity not days ago. “Perfectly fine.”

“You’ve got to be shitting me,” muttering John’s eldest son gets up from your desk to warily watch his father round your desk to hand you another contract. “You fucked!”

“What?” you choke on air, looking at John with wide, fearful eyes.

“I can smell the tension and you look like dad marked your whole body with his teeth,” pointing at the bite mark on your neck, the one you tried to poorly hide with a scarf Dean smirks.

“I got no clue what you are talking about,” John grumbles, sitting on your desk, fingers dancing over your thigh. “And if I tasted her sweetness, it’s mine from now on.”

“Naughty girl got her hands on my dad. Good job, sweetheart,” Dean offers you a high-five. “Don’t let him get away with stealing your sweetness, keep him at your house and never stop riding his dick.”

“Dean!” you tut. “Not so loud. I-I didn’t ride his dick!”

“Dad,” Dean gives his father a stern look, but his lips curve into a dirty grin. “Let that girl ride dick. Give her what she needs.”

“Son, I swear I’ll kill you and make it look like an accident if you don’t stop right now,” threatening his son John watches you intensely.

You burst into laughter when Dean looks at you like a kicked puppy. “Aw, don’t hurt Dean. He’s lonely and begs for attention.”

“’m not,” Dean protests. “Maybe I’m simply happy my father finally got laid. He won’t be grumpy anymore, lucky bastard.” ushering out of the room before his father can fulfill his promise to kill him, Dean smirks. “I’m gonna tell Sammy I won the bet. Thank you for fifty bucks.”

“Bet?” you cock your head to look at Dean.

“Yeah, I said dad won’t make it another week. Sammy said he’ll wait two more weeks. Bobby grumbled something about that this is none of our fucking business but lost anyway.”

“That fucker,” John groans when you giggle again. “That’s not funny. My son’s made bets on my sex life.”

“What’s all this?” looking at the bouquet of red roses you wonder why John smiles at you. “John?”

“It’s our three months anniversary,” he explains. “I know it’s not an anniversary people usually celebrate but I felt like bringing you flowers today, doll.”

“John, the flowers are beautiful, but you didn’t have to buy them for me,” your heart flutters when John exclaims he couldn’t stop thinking about you when he saw the roses. “Thank you.”

“Anytime, doll,” John pecks your cheek, groaning when he hears Dean clear his throat behind his back.

“Sorry to disturb your quickie at Y/N’s office but I need help with the new customer. That guy drives me nuts. He refuses to let me open the hood. I tried to explain to him that I can’t find out what’s wrong with his car without having a look at the engine.”

“Fine, give me a few minutes and I’ll talk to that douche. What’s wrong with people lately. Who comes to a mechanic only to refuse to let them open the hood of his car?”

“Sir, if you don’t want us to repair your car, you are free to go and look for someone else,” John grunts. For half an hour he tried to convince his latest customer to open the hood of his car for Dean or Bobby.

“I came out here,” the man retorts, “only for you to not knowing how to find out what's wrong with my car.”

“I told you an hour ago that your car sounds like there is nothing wrong with the engine. The noises it makes tells me all I need to know, but I can’t repair it without opening the hood,” Dean lost his patience minutes ago and only wants to get rid of the annoying customer.

“Boss, there’s someone called Jim on the phone, he says his car is broken,” you poke your head out of the window to call for your boss. “Do you have a minute, John?”

“What did you say?” John looks in your direction, furrowing his brows as he didn’t get what you said. “Can you come out, doll?”

“Just a minute, boss,” you give John a thumb up before closing the window.

“Pastor Jim said it looks like the engine overheated,” you explain. “Shall I call him back and tell him you’ve got no time.” glancing at the customer you furrow your brows. “That guy, I know him.”

“You do?” John wonders, looking over his shoulder before he leads you a few steps away. “How come that you know him?”

“That guy, he’s an asshole,” you huff. “Marcy, one of my colleagues, kicked him out once. He came to our library every Thursday only to walk around, sneering at anyone who wanted to help him, and then, he just left, slamming the door shut.”

“Sonofabitch!” Dean yells, throwing his hands up in surrender and you snicker at his outburst.

“Kathy from the shop around the corner told us he came to her shop, looked around, grunted at her employees, and told her she should fire them as they tried to help him.”

“Fine, that is enough. I will kick that bastard out and we can have a lunch break,” John walks toward the customer.

“Dad, that was freaking awesome when you threatened to demolish his car,” Dean laughs, stealing another slice of pizza. “I never saw a guy run faster toward his car.”

“Seems like he gets off by treating people like shit,” Bobby explains. “Must be one lonely bastard.”

“Loneliness is awful, Mr. Singer,” you say, smiling when John grasps for your hand to squeeze it tightly. “Maybe he tried to get attention or something.”

“I want to talk to Johnny,” Sharon complains, pushing against the door. “Let me inside.”

“Listen, this is my house, and I don’t want you to enter it. If you want to talk to John, call him. I want you to leave my property or I’ll call the cops and you’ll get arrested,” you stand your ground. “But you shouldn’t waste your time, John doesn’t want to talk to you.”

“How do you wanna know, bitch?” she just doesn’t get the message. Sharon throws insults at you, not caring you flinch when she called you fat and ugly.

“What the fuck, Sharon!” John growls. He slams the door in her face to check on you. “Doll, I want you to go to bed as planned. I’ll take care of Sharon. Don’t worry,” he pecks your hair softly,” she won’t come back.

“O-okay,” you nod, giving John a pained smile. “I’ll be waiting for you, John. Do you still want to watch that movie?”

“Sure thing, doll,” he smirks, eyes shamelessly roaming your body. “And later I’m gonna devour that sweet pussy of yours again…”

You giggle at his words, eyes no longer filled with tears. “Catch me if you can, Winchester.”

“Aw, my girl tries to play hard to get,” John growls. “Give me five to get rid of Sharon and I’ll rock your world…”

“No, you will let me speak first,” John says, raising one hand to stop Sharon. “Before you broke up with me for a boy half my age, I already knew we are over. We never matched but I stayed with you, too afraid to end up alone.”

“You need me, John,” Sharon purrs, batting her eyelashes. She pouts, hoping John will change his mind.

“I don’t know why you keep on coming back to me, Sharon. It was you ending our relationship. I’m going to tell you this one last time. WE. ARE. OVER. I don’t want you to ever come back here.”

“Is it because of that chick? She can’t give you what I can give you, Johnny,” she coos.

“True,” Sharon smirks, believing she got one step closer to her goal. “Y/N gives me so much more. A home. Warmth. Love. I love that girl,” John slams the door in Sharon’s face before she can say another word. “Now move your ass off her property before she calls the cops.”

“Damn me, you are killing this poor old man,” John pants. He runs one hand over your sweaty back, laughing when you lazily lift your head. “Dean was right, I should’ve let you ride me first thing when we got home.”

“Don’t tell him,” you laugh, patting John’s chest. “I liked it, though.”

“Sharon will never bug you again, doll. I made sure she got the message,” you smile to yourself. “I love you too, John.”

“You heard me, didn’t you?” he groans. “I’m not good at admitting feelings but it’s true, I love you, Y/N.”

“You’re cute when you admit your feelings, John Winchester. I’m glad it was you who moved into my house. You’re the best roommate ever…”

The End...

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youalexturnermeon · 4 years ago

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Hi! Hope you're well 😊

Can I request a Cobra Kai Johnny imagine? Its Johnny patching up the reader, maybe after a fight with Kreese or something like that? Thank you 😁

Request: see above

A/N: I decided to leave Kreese out of it because even the littlest thought of this man gives me high blood pressure. Also this has gotten very long but I tried to warn that the topic of being patched up by Johnny has been living in my head rentfree for a while. That’s why I got carried away. Enjoy your daily dose of one shot.

Warnings: swearing, mentions of violence, alcohol angst and fluff

Wordcount: 2078 (oopsies)

Johnny was your neighbour, you moved in, right next door, a couple of months ago. So far, nothing more nothing less. Except the fact that you had the biggest crush on him, and he wasn’t that opposed to you either. Especially when he took his time got ready to go after his Karate classes when the Yoga group arrived to which he sublet his dojo and he stayed behind, sitting in his office, door open watching you, bent over, doing the most complicated figures ha had ever seen. Johnny thought Yoga was the biggest bullshit on earth, fuck Namaste and such, but when you were doing it right in front his thirsty eyes, he didn’t even need TV. He thought you were super-hot. The problem was that he was much older than you. And besides your Yoga passion and your joint love for beer that you sometimes had together, sitting on the ground in front of the apartment complex, he knew almost nothing about you. He wished he did, even more when you once caught him eyeing you doing the Downward Dog on the mat and instead of giving him the finger for being a creep you winked at him and grinned. That made him crazy. But he was too afraid to make a move, because, let’s be honest, you were young, you were beautiful, you were extremely hot – what the fuck should you do with an old man like him, to begin with. Johnny thought, you could have anyone you wanted, someone younger, taller, fitter, more buff than him.

Right now, Johnny was sitting on the ground in front of his apartment, a beer in his hand, a couple of spear ones just in case, thinking about the last time you sat here next to him, hoping you would come out your door or back from work joining him, just to talk and to drink. A few weeks ago, around that time, you just finished work, you were tired and angry in desperate need of a drink, you sat down to him and you shared that you were a barista at Starbucks, how much you hated some customers, how years ago you moved here to go to college and how you dropped out of it three years later, simple small talk getting superficially deeper with an increased number of beers. These were little things, but Johnny was longing for more of those, sitting waiting for this occasion to repeat itself. He wanted to know everything about you and unlike with other people he wanted to share his life with you, too.

After some time, Johnny, realizing how desperate and stupid he was, now acting like a teenager again, suddenly saw your silhouette in the dark, coming closer. His excitement grew, his heart started beating faster and as much as he hated it, his palms became all sweaty. He wated to jump up, run towards you, but he pulled himself together and just sat still, focusing on a little bug crawling on the ground, not daring to look up again

“Hi, Johnny” you said, sounding exhausted, when you finally approached him and heavily sat down, opening a beer without asking. Johnny was about to greet you back when he looked up from his stupid little insect friend, as he saw your roughed-up condition. His excitement vanished and glanced at you in utter horror. Your long (Y/H/C) hair was all messy, the collar of what has once been a shirt was ripped and hung loosely down your shoulder and when he inspected your face, he gulped. Right on your perfect cheekbone was a fresh bleeding wound surrounded by a huge flowering purple bruise. Your pretty face now twisted to a grimace from pain.

“Jesus Christ, (Y/N), what happened to you?” he asked perplexed, examining your whole body for other injuries he might’ve still not noticed yet.

You shook your head and grinned, “Nothing special, ran into my ex who was the reason I moved to the other side of town, he found out where I was working and decided to pick me up, apparently. He insists I still owe him money, which I don’t. And when I told him this we got into a little fight.”

“Did he do this to you?” Johnny pointed at your face and your now rugged shirt, him voice was filled with fury, he was right about to jump up and hunt that motherfucker down.

“Yeah, but you should’ve seen him when I was finished with him.”

Johnny was surprised how easily you took a big fat black eye, not voicing your pain, laughing away the fight with your ex.

“I kicked his ass!”

Johnny looked at your hands, eyes narrowed. And indeed, all signs showed him that you were able to fight back. Carefully he took your hand in his, making sure he would not hurt you anymore and pulled it closer to his face. Your knuckles were just as the right side of your face, bloody and bruised. You shivered under his touch but for the first time in what seemed to you like forever since you bumped into your ex, you felt your body relaxing. The tension in your shoulders vanishing just because Johnny held your hand in yours so softly. His own were rough from all the training but it felt so good.

“I’m no little bitch, I took a few boxing lessons when I was a teenager” you explained, “When he pulled my shirt, I slapped him, when he started hitting me, I started hitting him back hard, I still got it, then I kicked him in the nuts and managed to run away”

“I’m so, so, so happy to hear to nothing worse happened to you. Next time you see that jerk, you call me, okay? Or when you are afraid to go home by yourself, call me and I pick you up, I bring you home. When I ever see your ex somewhere near here or you, I’m gonna make sure, he’s never gonna touch you or come near you ever again. I’ll even kill that motherfucker for you!”

You laughed and looked into his piercing blue eyes who still showed so much worry and you knew, he was being dead serious.

“Thank you, Johnny!” you whispered, your hand still in his and yet you couldn’t help yourself to make a joke because you could not bear being too serious about your situation right now. You were not used to someone care about you too much.

“But do you think you could manage? Would you be able to kick his ass?” “Is me being a sensei at the dojo you do your stupid yoga in a joke to you, (Y/N)” Johnny said protectively but he too, was glad you could joke right now.

“That stupid yoga you always check my ass out thinking you’re so hidden in your office?”

“Well…” Johnny scratched his head and looked into the air thinking of an even pettier response than yours, but he couldn’t think of any “You got me there”

“I’m actually flattered” you admitted. Until now you weren’t so sure it was you, he was watching so closely.

“Great, now you only have to admit that you are checking me out as well when you’re done with Yoga and I’m leading a class.” You shrugged, “I sometimes do, I love myself a good-looking man who is great with shitty children” Johnny taking another sip of his beer almost choked on it. He was not expecting THAT.

“Alright, good to have this one settled” he said trying to play it cool “Now let’s go patch you up a little”

Without any hesitation or even backtalk which Johnny actually was expecting to get, you followed him and into his apartment. He sat you down on the couch with a new beer in your hand and disappeared into his bedroom.

“Are there any other injuries I should know about?” he yelled whilst rummaging in every cupboard.

“Well, besides my depression, I guess the bastard also managed to kick me in the ribs. Some ice would be great”

Johnny wasn’t even sure he had a first-aid kit somewhere, he wasn’t even sure he ever owned one. Ice would also be a problem, but he thought, a bag of frozen peas or a steak would do, too. After a little search he finally stood with a clean towel, a bottle of vodka and some band aids in front of you again. Firstly, he gave you the peas.

“Show me your ribs” he commanded, and you lifted your ripped shirt. Your complete left side was crowned by an even bigger and darker bruise than the one on your face. He was concerned and hoped nothing was broken and yet he almost shivered seeing your bare skin. To him, you were the most beautiful thing in the whole world right now, even with your beaten face.

“Looks bad” he said and sighed as he sat down next to you and watched you putting the bag of frozen vegetables on your ribs, you hissed.

“It’s nothing. They’re not broken. Broken ribs hurt like hell and this is really nothing compared to that.” Johnny lifted his eyebrows in question.

“I broke my ribs a couple of times” “So you’re a tough cookie?” “You’re not the only tough guy on the block, sensei. I’m not a pussy.” you laughed and friendly nudged him with your elbow. He loved when you called him sensei. And he was excited about the fact that your language was so similar to his. He started to like you even more than he already did.

“Aright, alright. If this is nothing, let’s take care of your face then.”

He turned to you, in his hand the towel now soaked in vodka. He cleaned the crusted blood from your knuckles first. Then, he took a deep breath, he carefully started dabbing the cut on your face. You clenched your teeth but didn’t make a sound.

“Good girl” he said, “No bitching or moaning, that’s good!”

You just watched his face, being just inches away from your own. You saw his concern; you saw that he cared, and your heart started pounding. Your glance followed his toned arms, eyeing his muscles, tensing under his motions. And when you looked at his eyes you saw that they were the bluest blue you have ever seen; you were about to pass out. He was so concentrated; he didn’t even notice you staring at him like a crazy person falling in love. It was only, when he finished sticking the band aid to your face, he realized you looked him straight in the eyes.

He said nothing, you two were just stuck in this moment, sitting on the couch, so close your legs touched, looking at each other, your face so close to him, he felt your hot breath. And then, something in him snapped. He wanted to kiss you!

“I’m gonna kiss you now, (Y/N)!”, he immediately voiced his thought and stroked your unharmed cheek, not asking for permission, just announcing what he was about to do.

“Yeah?” you managed to breath out almost completely silent. And the answer crushed promptly down on you. You closed your eyes and instantly felt soft lips on yours. Johnny, your neighbour Johnny, the Johnny who was so much older than you, the Johnny who you were crushing on since the moment he helped carry your boxes, was finally kissing you. The bag of peas slipped out of your hands and you let them rest on his thighs. Johnny was pulling you closer to his chest until there wasn’t any space left between you two. He was urging and yet so gentle, doing everything to not hurt you. He caressed your back, his left hand dug into your messy hair giving it a slight tug, but not once did his lips leave yours. After what seemed an eternity and yet just a second, he let go of you and pressed his forehead onto yours, out of breath, smiling because he just couldn’t keep himself from not doing it. You joined him.

“You’re gonna go out with me some time now, right?”, he asked laughing in disbelief of his own courage and what it have brought him. Now this question seemed so easy.

“Yeah, pick me up after my yoga lesson tomorrow” you giggled, “Maybe you’ll get another look at my ass”

“You bet!”

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imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl · 5 years ago

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The Perfect Bad Boy (Pt. 16 of 18)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove X Reader

Word count: 3 K

Summary: Working as a lifeguard in the Hawkins Community Pool, you try to fit in after moving from New York. Things were going pretty well when you notice you've been under someone's stare. Billy Hargrove, Hawkins' bad boy, has been staring at you since day one. You never intended to have anything to do with him, judging by the reputation he has. But Billy won't leave you alone, determined to show you his feelings are different this time...

As if your heart flooding you with confusing feelings wasn't enough, there are weird, strange animals lurking in the woods... But those have to be just part of the wild live of the woods surrounding Hawkins... Right?

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The Loss Of A Friend

You've never been to a funeral. Well, you did, but you were a kid and you didn't know the family friend who was being buried that day. In your child's mind, you didn't get why everyone was wearing black, in uncomfortable silence, crying all day long. You remember clearly that a blue bug got your attention, making your eyes follow its every move, making you smile despite the sad atmosphere.

It couldn't be more different today.

As the coffin is lowered into the ground, where Jason will forever rest now, you hold Billy's hand, the soft fabric of your black dress tickling your tights. You barely feel it though, all your sensations resumed to the weight in your chest, crushing, squeezing your ribs, smashing your heart.

You suddenly remember the day Monica introduced you to Jason. It was the Saturday before you started working at the pool, in the parking lot of Starcourt Mall. He had his little brother on one arm, and the girl walking beside him, tugging on the hem his shirt.

“So that's the new girl.” He said, a smile spreading across his lips as he reached out his hand for you to shyly shake. “I'm Jason, born to bear the weight of being Monica's cousin, but also the coolest guy you'll find in Hawkins.”

That, of course, started a small war of cheesy pick-up lines, insults, and sarcastic comments. You laughed, feeling easily welcomed by Monica's cousin.

Now, what gets your attention is how his young siblings cry, yell, calling out Jason as is he was just sleeping inside the wooden box and would wake up, smile, and start chasing them around again. He won't. Jason is only a memory now.

“I think we should go,” Billy says in a low voice, letting go of your hand to rub your arms softly.

Nodding, you let him guide you to his Camaro, driving you away from the sea of people dressed in black. You've known Jason for such a little time compared to everyone else here, who saw him grow up, studied with him, lived near him for many years. Your pain is just a speck of dust compared to theirs.

When you get home, the sun is setting. You decide to call Diane, just to make sure she's alright, but you don't tell what happened. It would make her come here immediately, and the last thing you need is someone else you care about being in danger. You have to lie, despite hating yourself for it, telling her that your voice is funny because you had to yell a lot with the kids at the pool. But it's better this way. There are more than enough people here you need to worry about.

“Come here,” Billy calls when you finally head to the bedroom. He sits in the bed, back against the headrest and you're quick to crawl into the bed and into his arms. “How are you feeling?”

“I don't know. Sad doesn't really explain it.” Putting your legs over his, you hide your face on his neck, breathing in your favorite cologne, the only one he uses since the day you told him that. “I can't believe I buried Jason. Jason. My crazy-ass friend.” Your voice cracks and you hold back a sob. “I'll never hear those stupid jokes again.”

“I'm so sorry, princess.” There's a pain in his voice too. Billy has been around Jason a bit, mostly with you. But you know he's actually sad because of how broken you are. You can see it in his eyes, that he wish he could take your pain away, and that he's desperate because he doesn't know what to do.

But there's nothing Billy or anyone else could do. You can't fight death. You can't hit it with a baseball bat full of nails until it gives your friend back. The only thing you can do is avenge him. Get whatever took him and destroy it.

“I wanna kill those Demothings.” The anger in your voice is tangible, and you clench your hands into fists. “I swear to God, Billy, I'll kill one of them myself.”

“Anger won't help. We need to be smart about it. We need a strategy.” Billy is often angry with things. Mostly with things that hurt you, but this time, you get why he's taking another path, trying to calm you down instead of putting more wood in the fire. “The meeting is set for tomorrow. We'll find a battle plan to kill those damn things.” His hand comes to lay on your thigh, fingers softly caressing your skin. “But for now you need to rest, ok? I'll cook something you like and then we'll cuddle watching some nice movie. How does that sound?”

“What if I cry through the movie?” You ask because more tears start rolling down, it doesn't matter how many times you try to get rid of them.

“Then I'll hold you tight.”

“Sounds good to me.”

Billy is kind enough to try and get you into some small talk. Nothing too complicated, nothing related to the Demothings or Jason. You're thankful for that. He even manages to get a few laughs from you, although they're always followed by a reality check when the events of the last two days hit you again, and the smile is gone.

A couple of hours later you're watching Jaws, your head on Billy's chest as you try to follow the events of the movie. But it seems way too fast for you, or it's just your mind that's refusing to process anything that's happening.

You just keep thinking about death. About how Jason's whole life was cut short. How all of his plans for the future were erased.

“Billy, can I ask you something?” Keeping your voice low, you speak up for the first time since you came to the living room after having dinner.

“Of course, princess. What is it?”

Biting your lip, you consider if you should really bring that up. It's selfish to talk about your future when someone else won't have one. But this whole situation made you want to make plans because it's a privilege to still be here. It's a blessing to still have time. “What you said to Joyce about... Marriage. Did you really mean that or–” Pushing yourself up from where you were laying on top of him, you take a deep breath. “–or were you just trying to get out of the conversation. Because it's ok if–”

“Haven't I made it clear that I want to be with you for the rest of my life?” He moves to sit up as well, pulling you close until you're placed in between his legs, a hand caressing your cheek. “Because if I hadn't, I'll make it clear now. I want to be with you for the rest of my life. I don't know how it happened, and it did get me by surprise, but the day you walked in the Hawkins Community Pool, I knew something changed in me. I knew I had to get to know you, and I did thought it would pass, that I'd get tired of you as I got of the other girls, but I didn't.” Billy holds you closer to him, your foreheads touching. “You hit me like–”

“Bang.” You finish for him, the memory of the day he was unbelievably honest with you coming back. The day he admitted to you, and somehow to himself too, that he liked you. It was also the day he punched David, and the day he kissed your cheek, making your stomach burn like it has been set on fire.

“Like bang.” He breathes out, warm lips coming in touch with yours. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pull him as close as you can, the need to feel that he's here, with you, clouding the sound of the TV. Billy moves to lay back down again, and when you move to follow his change of posture, your knee slips and connects to his ribs. “Ouch!” He breathes out, cutting off the kiss.

“Oh, shit. I'm so sorry.” Covering your mouth, you bring the free hand to rub his side. “Sorry, baby.”

Taking a deep breath, he grabs your arm and pulls you down, making you collide on his chest, giggling. “Sorry. I shouldn't be joking around with you now.”

Squinting your eyes at him, you try to get up, but his strong arms come around your body, keeping you from moving. “I hate you, Hargrove.” The fake sentence is soon overcome by a giggle. “I'll kick you right this time, I'm warning you.”

“Oh, I'm shaking like a leaf.”

“Don't test me, Hargrove. Keep in mind we sleep on the same bed and I know all of your habits, baby.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Mhmm.” Mumbling, you manage to stand up, moving back into a sitting position. You know he actually let you go, but there's no reason to acknowledge that. Taking a deep breath, the sudden happiness is stained again, as the memories crawl back. It seems like Billy notices because his smile softens. “I love living with you, you know that, right?”

“I love waking up next to you every morning.”

You can't help the smile that comes to your lips as you bend over again, kissing his lips.

On the next day, Billy calls Anthony to ask him to give you a few days off work. Obviously, you have to urge your hothead boyfriend not to curse the manager and risk losing his job. You feel fine to go to the pool, or you think you do, but the truth is you wouldn't be paying much attention anyway. And much to your dismay, Billy gets a total of zero days off. No discussion, what makes him hang up the phone so hard you thought he broke the poor thing.

Since you don't want to be alone, and Billy would absolutely never allow you to be alone in the house when you're friend just died, he drives you to Joyce's place, where the party will gather to make plans.

Saying it's hard to be away from Billy on the day after you buried Jason is a misunderstanding. Seeing him drive away from Joyce's porch makes you feel like he's taking your heart with him. He didn't seem pleased either, but there was no other choice. You wouldn't make him miss the day, since you know Anthony is a terrible human being, just looking for the right excuse to get rid of the lifeguards.

“Honey, come inside,” Joyce calls a hand on your shoulder. “Can I get you something to eat? We had pizza last night and I have a slice in the fridge.”

“No, thank you, Joyce.” Politely, you decline her offer. “Is there any bed I can crash in?”

“Sure. Come.” Walking through Jonathan and Will, you wave at them, muttering a good morning and trying not to cry at their sad faces. They know Jason was a close friend, and, like everyone else, they don't know what to do or say. “This is Will's and Jonathan's room. Just pick a bed.” Nodding, you choose the one on the left and lie down. “Do you need to talk?”

“There's nothing to say.” Putting your head on a pillow, you stare at the ceiling. You feel comfortable around Joyce, she has this mother thing about her. “I just want this to end. Before anyone else gets... Eaten.” The word makes you shiver as it brings the image of his body back. “I wish I wasn't the one to find him. To... See him that way. I don't think I'll ever forget that.”

“Honey, I'm so sorry.” She comes to sit on the edge of the bed. “When... When they found Will's body, it hurt. I knew in my heart it wasn't him, but the very idea of losing my baby was horrible. So I have an idea of how you feel. Losing someone is a pain that doesn't go away. You'll get used to it, but it remains. All we can do is learn to deal with it and honor them by carrying their memories.”

You're crying through her speech, and you can't help but sit up and hug her, crying on her shoulder. “We have to be careful because I can't lose anyone else.” You're not sure if she can even understand what you're saying, but since she nods, you think she did.

“Don't worry, honey. We'll all be alright.” She pulls away, rubbing both your arms. “The kids will be here soon, but feel free to stay here or join us, ok? Do whatever makes you comfortable.”

“Thanks.” Offering her a small, sad smile, you watch as she leaves.

You hear when they get here, the chattering starts, and you can understand a few words here and there. They talk about you, and about Billy and about the funeral. But soon enough it falls into the major problem. And that's when you tune out, staring at the ceiling, trying not to make yourself too comfortable in someone else's bed.

The only thing you want now is Billy. You want to go back to the time where there was no Demogorgon, Demowhatever lurking around. At least to you. It's weird to know what really happened in Billy's car accident, how he was almost the host for the Mind Flayer. You're happy it didn't happen, that he's here now. You need to thank Max for that, actually. If it wasn't for her and the others, your Billy wouldn't be here. He could be dead, and you'd never meet him. He'd never shoot glances at you, or drive you home, buy you tacos or punch David's face. Or kiss you, hold you, love you. The thought of a life without Billy in it is absurd. Now, more than ever, after you lost someone so dear, you have this need to be with him. Just to make sure he's here.

Breathing out and closing your eyes, your hand comes to hold the necklace. It makes you feel closer to Billy, and there is a silent promise here, one you hold close to your heart, together with the earring.

Eyes open, you get up of the bed. You don't care if you got days off, you have to see him. Even if it's just for a hug. Leaving the bedroom, you make your way to the living room, which is crowded.

“We wait until it's late at night to make sure the Demodogs are out, sneak inside the tunnels, and spill insane amounts of gasoline all over it. Get the hell out, wait until it's morning, and set the whole thing on fire.” Dustin says, hands in the air and a smile on his face.

He's kidding, right? He can't be suggesting that as if it's the greatest idea of the world. “Are you completely insane?” You ask, making your presence known. Arms crossed, your eyes scan through the party. “You can't possibly think this is a good idea.”

“I agree with (Y/N), this is insane,” Joyce adds, her face making it clear she thinks this idea sucks. “I won't let you do that.”

“But–”

“The point is to kill them without getting ourselves killed. And every single idea you come up with has a hundred different ways to get us killed.” Steve says, both his hand on his hips as he paces around the room. “Who thinks this idea sucks raise your hand.” He's the first to do it, and Joyce, you, and Jonathan do the same.

“Count Billy in.” You say, raising the other hand as well.

“And Hopper,” Joyce states, giving you an approving stare.

“It's six against seven. We're doing it.” Dustin exclaims.

“No.” You basically shout, not caring one bit if you sound bossy. All eyes lay on you as you struggle to keep it together. “We're not doing it and that's final.”

“I–”

“I just lost a friend and I will not let you do something that might just end up in another funeral.” There are tears threatening to fall again, but you hold them back. “So come up with something else.”

The silence is deafening. You know you're breaking down again, even though the tears aren't rolling down. Yet.

“Please. There's gotta be something else.” Lowering your voice and looking down at your feet, you beg. You can't even think about someone else dying. You couldn't bear it.

“I saw this thing at school. Like a robot with remote control.” Lucas starts. “If we could build a bunch of them and attach a hose, we could guide it inside the tunnels and spread the gasoline.”

“Yeah, but there are seven holes. Which means a lot of ground we'd have to cover.” Eleven adds as you make your way to the group, sitting on the couch beside Joyce.

“Let's blow up six of them.” You burst out, crossing your legs. “A hell of a explosion that would take those things days to dig it back. Then there will be only one way in and out. Find a hell of a long hose or just connect a bunch of them and a million gallons of gas. The robots will spread it then we'll just need a match.”

“That's good. It could work.” Nancy says. “But we'll need to chip in to buy all these things.

“Hopper can get some for free I'm sure.”

“We start right now.” Mike stands up and the others follow. “Let's get started.”

The rest of the day is hectic. Lists are made, one of the kids teachers come over to help with what they called a summer project. For fun. And the materials started arriving. You don't really know what to do, so you help Joyce make lunch, keeping up with her small talk. Joyce is easy to be around, and you like to hear her stories about Will and Jonathan. You even manage to show a few smiles every now and then. After everyone is fed, you finally sit on the porch, trying to help as much as you can. The kids are genius, literally building remote control robots from random pieces and the instructions from books. It's amazing. Since you can't really be of much help in this aspect, you join Nancy, separating stuff or doing anything they tell you too.

When the sun is setting, some of them had to go home to gather their stuff. They'll crash here and take the robot construction through the night. By the moment you hear the faint noise of Billy's car, it's just Joyce's kids, Steve and Dustin. Leaving the small pieces of metal you were shaping into tiny little circles, you stand up abruptly.

“Where are you going? These circles aren't going to make themselves.” Dustin complains, raising his hands in the air.

“Billy is back.” There's no need for further explanation, so you tiptoe among the stuff, careful not to step on anything.

“It could be anyone.”

“Dustin, is there any other car in Hawkins that sounds like that?” As you speak, the noise gets louder and Billy's car comes to your sight.

“She knows her boyfriend's car.” Steve jokes as you walk to the yard, smiling when Billy stops the car and comes out.

“Miss me, princess?”

“Obviously.” It's a feeling of pure relief to see him. It feels like it's been so much longer than just some hours, but you feel that you'll have this insane need to be around him for a while. Just to enjoy the fact that you're still alive. You can't help but wonder for long the idea of death will hover over you... Probably forever.

“You ok?” He asks, his hand on your hair as you have your head on his chest.

“I will be.” Remembering the audience, you pull away, standing on your toes to kiss him. “Dustin had a terrible idea but I made him change his mind about it.”

“How did you do that?”

“I yelled.” With no intention of further explanation, you turn at the guys. “I'll be back tomorrow morning, alright? Have fun doing crazy science.” Waving at them, you get into the car.

You would like to stay at Joyce's, keep helping as much as you can, but you feel like you need silence and peace. The kid's laughter and jokes make you feel better, but you know that you also need to let the sadness creep over for a while. Keeping it hidden, disguised, makes no good. So as you dry and brush your hair, waiting for Billy to finish his shower, you cry.

For Monica, for Jason's younger siblings, his mother, his father, uncle, and aunt. For every friend he made since he was born. And for yourself too. Jason was one of the people that you imagined you'd be around for the rest of your life.

You're dragged away from your thoughts by the phone's ring. Rushing to answer it, you find it's Joyce, kindly asking if you can pick Mike up and drive him to her place, and of course, you comply.

“Billy.” You call when you hear him coming out of the bathroom. “Joyce needs us to pick up Mike. Nancy can't stop what she's doing there.”

“Sure. Let's go.”

Being out at night makes you anxious, but you try not to let it show. Eyes on the road, you bounce your leg nervously, tugging on the seat belt. Billy notices, and a hand comes to rest on your thigh.

“We'll be fine. Relax.”

“I'm trying.” Stretching your arm, you touch his neck. “I'm sorry if I can't stop thinking about Jason and what happened.”

“(Y/N), you just lost a friend. My responsibility as your boyfriend is to hold and love you through this process. Don't apologize.”

“I don't want this to be your responsibility, Billy.” When he turns his head to look at you, you run your fingers through his jaw.

He takes a deep breath, pulling over by Mike's house. You were about to get out, but since he doesn't move, neither do you. Billy looks like he's thinking, furrowed eyebrows and distant eyes. “Billy? Come back to Earth.” You decide to ask, taking off the belt and turning your body towards his.

“To have and to hold. For better or worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health.” He squints his eyes through the words, trying to remember them. It takes a while for you to understand what he means, and when you do, your heart starts drumming in your ears. “To love and cherish till death do us part.”

“Billy...”

“It means I'll stand by your side. Not because I feel like it's my responsibility, but because I love you. And I'm more than happy to take the responsibility of being your–”

“Couldn't you save that up for, I don't know, someday when I'm dressed in white?” The words come out fast, and you're blushing hard, your cheeks burning. “No. You had to do this now. Drive me insane now in your Camaro.” You roll your eyes dramatically when his lips break into a smile, that smug, cocky smile he has when he knows he got to you somehow.

“Be my wife, (Y/N).”

“No.” It's an utter absurd how hard you have to fight not to say the exact opposite. You want to just burst out the word, here and now, because you're so damn sure you want Billy for the rest of your life. “No, baby. We'll graduate, save up money and you'll make a decent proposal.” You hope he can't notice your hands shaking as you step out of the car, almost stumbling on the sidewalk. His words burn through your mind, sending shivers down your spine. “I won't say I'll marry you in the middle of the sidewalk, in the middle of the night, in front of Mike's house.”

“Did I just make you nervous?” Billy's arms come to encircle your waist, his deep voice, and breath on your hair making you sigh.

“Shut up, Hargrove.” With the sweet sound of his laughter on your ear, you knock on the front door, trying to push him away before someone comes to answer. “Let go.”

“Are you using my cologne again?” As soon as he asks, you feel his nose softly rubbing your neck, what makes you giggle and try to push him away again, uselessly. “You are.”

It wasn't your intention to let him find out, but he always does. “Well, it was–”

The door is suddenly open, a yellowish light hitting your eyes as you try to stand up straighter. The woman standing there gives a step back as if she just saw a ghost. Her eyes fly from Billy and back at you, then all the way back to Billy. It hits you suddenly as you realize she's Mrs. Wheeler, the woman Billy was going to meet on the day the Mind Flayer almost got him. They haven't met or spoken since that day, and you weren't expecting her to look so... Perplexed. You try to read her expression, to understand what the look in her eyes means.

“Hello, Mrs. Wheeler.” You manage to say because Billy clearly won't even try to be polite. You feel his muscles tensing up, as he gets immediately uncomfortable under the woman's stare since she doesn't seem to even try to hide. “Sorry to disturb you. We're here for Mike.”

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lilixloveswriting · 4 years ago

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Welcome to another installment of I suck at titles Kouki gets his ass kicked! Ft. @summer-of-whump No. 8 allergies/force-feeding and No. 9 bugs/animals

Summary: Kouki misses lunch due to a prior appointment with some bullies, but not to worry. They would never let him go hungry.

Word Count: 2k

TW: minor whump (Kouki is a high schooler), physical violence, bullying, swearing, force-feeding, vomit (mention), non-con touching/restraints, sex joke made by a minor (they're teenage boys you know how it is)

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Kouki’s back hit the chain-link fence, irritating the bruise from earlier that day. It had almost disappeared, but if the sudden spike in pain told him anything it was that the force had only made it bigger. He grunted, planting his hands at either side of him on the ground, pushing himself up from the slouching position as Ichioka sauntered up to him.

“Damn, light as a feather!” He smiled, wickedness glinting in his eyes as they stared Kouki down. “I mean, really. Do you eat anything?”

Kouki blinked up at him, nervously glancing back at Ichioka’s lackeys. Yamane, upon meeting eyes with him, curled his lip up, taking a few stalking steps forward. “Eh? What’re ya lookin’ at me for? He asked you a question, pretty boy.”

Kouki’s eyes widened as Yamane continued towards him, and his legs scrambled to back himself up further against the fence. His efforts were wasted, however. If his back were pressed into it any more he would become one with the metal.

“Uh, uh-” He stuttered, tearing his gaze away from Yamane to address Ichioka. “I-I-I do! I-I just have f-fast metabolism! That’s it! It’s just cuz of my quirk!” Kouki squeaked, pulling an arm up to shield his head and squeezed his eyes shut. He peeked them open again when no blow came, the silence loud, lifting his head to see the three hyenas simply looking at him. Not in the eyes, though, Kouki realized Ichioka’s gaze was aimed at his forehead.

“So why hasn’t that cut healed yet?” Ichioka asked the question yet again making Kouki aware of the dull pain in his head that he’d managed to ignore since he had gotten it earlier that day.

Kouki swallowed, bottom lip trembling, and to his foes, it looked like fear, but that wasn’t quite it. “...I need food to get energy. And I didn’t have any time at lunch.” It was almost a sneer. Almost. But almost was better than nothing, Kouki reasoned, proud of himself for having the guts to fire anything back at them.

Ichioka chuckled, shoulders bouncing with the laugh. “Chatty today, are we?” His smile dropped shortly after he spoke and he leaned forward with a glower. “Maybe a broken jaw’ll shut you up?”

He didn’t even give Kouki a chance to register his words before throwing his head to the side with his fist. Kouki yelped, initially too disoriented to process anything, but eventually coming to to realize the pain on his face was too high to have broken his jaw. He whimpered as his fingertips made contact with his cheekbone, but at least they came away clean. It would be hard to hide a split cheek. He was going to run out of band-aids soon.

“Don’t worry, Kirishima. We weren’t gonna let you starve. What kinda friends would we be then?” Ichioka said, and Kouki placed his shaky hands on the concrete to better grasp his bearings before lifting his head. Ichioka had his back turned to him, but not for long as he turned back around, one of those coffee tumbler mugs in hand. “Hope you’re hungry.” Ichioka shook the cup, a rattling noise coming from within as he shot Kouki a poisonous smile. “Taketa brought the biggest one he could find!”

“Wha…” Kouki sat back on his knees, squaring his shoulders to face Ichioka. The latter took another step towards him, and Kouki fell back, raising a hand above his face to give him the illusion of having some sort of defense. “Wh-what...what is it?”

“Aww don’t want him to waste his food on you?” He tossed his head over his shoulders at his friends, “That’s our Kouki, huh? Always so considerate.” They snickered, as did he as he turned his attention back on the cowering boy. “Don’t worry. Taketa has plenty crawling around his walls at home. He won’t miss one or two.”

Kouki’s eyes widened. “Crawling?”

Taketa’s laughing stopped, his face screwing up into an offended scowl. “H-hey! I don’t have roaches!” He shouted, hands clenched into fists at his sides, blushy embarrassment creeping up his head.

Ichioka paused his pursuit, shoulders slouching before he slowly turned back to glare at Taketa. Kouki couldn’t see his face, a silent mercy he decided, seeing how Taketa’s expression immediately shifted. “What was that? Seems you can’t keep your mouth shut? Maybe I should stuff yours with something instead.”

The air was thick with silence as Taketa’s lower lip trembled, then his body relaxed, arms dropping with his head. His eyes met with Kouki for a split moment, and though neither of them said anything, the surprise Taketa caught in Kouki’s eyes was enough to irritate him, causing Taketa to grit his teeth, scoffing as he snapped his gaze away.

“Agh, shit…where was I?” Ichioka groaned, dropping the scary calm tone he’d used to threaten Taketa as he rubbed his free hand on the back of his neck. “Oh, yeah. Open up, Kouki.” His smile returned and Ichioka continued toward Kouki, tipping the mug side to side in his hand.

“N...n-no, wait!” Kouki waved his hand out in front of him, scooching back on his bottom until he hit the fence again. Still, Ichioka pursued him, crouching down to the boy's level. “P-please! Hold on! I- AH!” He screamed as Ichioka grabbed hold of his chin, the sound of his own skin sizzling in his ears from where Ichioka had licked his fingers.

“That’s it! Say ‘ahh!’” Ichioka mocked him, and Kouki felt the sting of tears begin to well up in his eyes.

“No! Please...mmph!” Kouki clamped his mouth shut when Ichioka ignored his begging, proceeding to raised the mug and flip the cap to the drinking part off. He screamed as hard as he could with his jaw locked closed, the tears now spilling onto his cheeks as he struggled in Ichioka’s grip. He tossed his head this way and that, defiantly dodging the opening of the cup every time Ichioka pressed it to his face.

“Urrg, fuck!” Ichioka growled, his irritation reaching its peak as he ushered Yamane towards him. “Fucking grab him when I say.”

Kouki almost broke, wanting to shout out in protest when Yamane extended a hand out towards him, but he didn’t even have time to pride himself on keeping his mouth shut before it fell open again, the breath being expelled from his body as Ichioka’s fist made contact with his chest. Kouki couldn’t even hear Ichioka give his order over his coughing, which came to an immediate halt when he felt Yamane’s hand on his neck.

Kouki froze, unable to move or speak or do anything but scream as Ichioka readjusted his grip on his chin, tilting his head back in time with the cup, pressed forcefully to his lips, trapping his distressed cries inside the 20-ounce mug. He wanted to thrash, to fight back, to do anything, but with Yamane’s quirk stiffening all of his muscles, Kouki was completely at their mercy, or more accurately their disposal.

The wait was torturous. It felt like it went on forever, as though the bug knew what was waiting for it and was trying to delay its death for as long as possible. Ichioka wasn’t quite as patient and shook the cup in agitation, thunking it against Kouki’s mouth, bruising the exposed parts of his lips, and splitting the skin on the softer side open with his teeth. Finally, after much shaking and tapping, the insect made an appearance.

And again, Kouki screamed. Its antennae danced on his immobile tongue, feeling around for any threats of danger as it continued to slowly emerge. Somehow Ichioka could tell when it was all the way out of the mug, likely from Kouki’s cries, and tossed the empty cup to the side, the metal clanking down loudly on the pavement.

For a split second, Yamane let Kouki go but only long enough for Ichioka to cup his hand over Kouki’s nose, manually bringing his jaws together, holding his mouth closed in the same way someone would a dog’s. Kouki felt all of his muscles flex again and grunted at the way Yamane squeezed the nape of his neck.

“Mmhmph! Mm! Mph!” Kouki huffed, finding his breathing somewhat constricted by the pressure on his nose.

“Shh! Shh, Kouki, listen.” Ichioka hushed him and Kouki felt his face grow hot under his tears. Ichioka kept using his first name. Kouki never gave him permission to use his first name. He hated the way it sounded coming from him.

“MMHMPH!” He shut his eyes, really it was all he could do. His chest heaved as his body tried to break free from Yamane’s quirk.

“Calm down.”

Calm down?! How could he?! He could feel the bug in his mouth, its little feet pitter-pattering all over his taste buds, violating his tongue as it sniffed around with long antennae, tickling his uvula.

Kouki gagged feeling it near the back of his throat, eyes widening with absolute and utter repulsion.

“Shh! No, don’t throw up! Kouki, listen, look at me.”

His eyes peeked open, though he really couldn’t see anything through his tears.

“You can do this. Come on. You’ve gotten through way worse than this, I know you can do it.”

Kouki whimpered. He was right. He’d been through a lot of awful shit, arguably more torturous than this. And this was something he could actually end. He couldn’t tell where the bug was anymore, the sensation had spread all throughout his mouth.

“Just finish it, yeah?”

He didn’t have to chew it, he just had to get it down. He just had to swallow. Kouki worked his tongue, eyes fluttering shut in disturbance as he tried to decipher where the insect was sitting. It stopped its movement temporarily as Kouki moved, desperately working the bug towards the back of his mouth. He was started to get short on oxygen, he realized. As his anxiety levels rose his breathing wanted to quicken as well, and it only got worse as the realization sparked panic.

“HHN!” Kouki gagged again at the feeling of the bug’s wings beating at the roof of his mouth, but didn’t let himself dwell on it, throwing all of his focus into just getting it down. His fingers braced themselves on Ichioka’s arms, desperate to ground his consciousness. He had to stay conscious, he’d never be able to swallow it if he didn’t. And with the steady diminishment of oxygen, it was getting easier and easier to dissociate.

The bug was fighting back now, but Kouki was bigger. He could do it. It was at the back of his tongue now, all he had to do was push it down into his throat. A simple motion, really, a bodily reflex. To the back of the throat and down the esophagus, just like anything else. He could still feel the antennae, the legs, the wings, feeling around, pushing back, but his tongue was stronger. And finally, finally, he got it past his uvula.

But that was about as far as it got. He felt it squirming around, scratching its way back up his esophagus and hanging on his epiglottis, using it as leverage to grab onto his tonsils. Kouki retched, body convulsing as he choked and Ichioka backed off, jumping back to avoid getting puked on. Kouki didn’t puke, but allowed his jaw to drop open, his hands clawing at his throat before diving into his mouth, fingers scraping at his tongue to help the damn thing crawl out. He heaved dryly and beat on his sternum with the ball of his palm, hunching himself over on his knees to use gravity to his advantage. He let his tongue loll out of his mouth, coughing, and with one final, painful, forced gag the intruder flew out. Through blurry eyes Kouki could make out the shape of a cockroach almost the size of his thumb on the ground, drowned in spit and mucus. Barely alive, but then, so was he. Kouki continued to cough, ears ringing as his body worked to replenish his brain with oxygen. It was sitting there, trying to regain his bearings once more with nothing to hold onto that he realized he had been using Ichioka. He wasn’t holding him when he was first restrained because...well because he couldn’t move. He couldn’t move anything, not his hands, his eyes, his tongue— which means Yamane had let him go. Yamane had to let Kouki go for him to swallow. Yamane had let him go and yet…

His hands were on Ichioka’s arms, his head clung to Ichioka’s voice...he wasn’t even struggling in his grip. He stayed. Kouki stayed. The only thing holding him in place was Ichioka and even then, all he had done was hold Kouki’s jaw closed. It was Ichioka’s voice that calmed him down enough to think straight, it was Ichioka—

FUCK! Damn it! What the fuck?! Why…

Kouki sobbed, still coughing up his lungs with every attempt at a breath. He was so compliant. So...small and...damn it...he wasn’t manly at all…

“Oh, that won’t do at all, you ungrateful piece of shit.”

Kouki wailed as Ichioka’s foot met with his side, sending him flying back into the fence again, only this time he didn’t have the strength to keep himself propped upright, only continuing to cry as this body slammed into the pavement. There were hands on his shoulders and arms, yanking him up into a sitting position as Ichioka walked forward, bending over to dangle the roach in Kouki’s face.

“Let’s try again, shall we? And this time I expect you to do more than just deep throat it.”

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austin-winchester67 · 5 years ago

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REVERIE

I couldn’t believe it when I saw her walk through the doors and into the brewery. She was beautiful. Her y/h/c was pulled back in a simple braid that hung loosely across her right shoulder. Her y/e/c damn near stopped me in my tracks but I had things around that I had to do and couldn’t be distracted. However I did take note of where she had been seated.

Music was billowing from the sound system, idle chit chat was being had around the tables that were scattered around the inside floor of the building, but one laugh broke through all of the excess noise and caught my attention while I was behind the bar. I snapped my head up to see where it was coming from and discovered that it was coming from her table. I had been so zoned in on watching her face light up as she laughed that I failed to immediately notice that there was now somebody else sitting at the table with her. A man. To say that my smile fell and that my hurt ached a little was an understatement.

Of all days for me to be distracted, this was not the day. It was a Saturday afternoon and the musical reformer for the evening had cancelled last minute due to a family emergency. That meant one thing. I was going to have to get on stage and sing a little bit. I had no problem doing it, honestly it was second nature to me and it was something that I loved doing now and had gotten use to thanks to all the conventions that I had sang at. But this was slightly different and I knew that it would be as soon as I had seen her.

“Hey Boss, are you ready?” George asked me as he was getting the stage set up finalized for me.

“Yeah. Give me just a minute.” I replied as I signaled him for paper and a pen so I could jot down the songs that I wanted to do.

After a few more minutes I was standing on the small stage with the microphone in hand and the light shining on me.

“Hey y’all! It’s good to see so many people here on this beautiful Saturday. First I want to apologize but our musical act of the night couldn’t make it due to unforeseen circumstances.” I started.

Everybody had their eyes on me and I could feel one set of eyes imparticular. She was boring a hole straight through me. Apparently she hadn’t seen me when she came in or any while she and her date were sitting there enjoying each other’s company, because her eyes had just about bugged out of her head when she heard my voice.

I watched her relax back into conversation with her date while I spoke into the microphone again.

“But…” I said as I lifted a finger to the audience telling them to hold on a second. “I have something up my sleeve for y’all. Me. I am going to be the musical entertainment for the night. Just please, don’t throw any tomatoes at me.” I laughed as the music started.

I breezed through a couple of songs with no problems but the song that I was going to end this set with would be different.

When the first chord of the song played I hung my head because I knew just how hard this was going to be. Not just for me.

I took the deepest breath possible before I started singing.

“She don’t love you, she’s just lonely

She wasn’t once upon a time

She used to dance when the band played

She used to be the trustin’ kind”

On instinct I scanned the room to see how people were reacting to the song that I had picked. Most people were just idly watching me with their generic wonder.

But her table told a different story. Her eyes had me pinned against the wall, while her date was none the wiser to anything that was going on.

“She’s no stranger to the leaving

She’s heard all the best goodbyes

Fallin’ has a different meaning

To her you’re just another guy”

I had to keep pulling my eyes away from her while I was singing, and while her date was trying his best to get her attention centered back onto himself.

“She don’t love you, she’s just lonely

She don’t know another way

To break free from what’s been broken

Too many cowboys rode away

So forgive her if she’s distant

She can’t tell her heart to lie, no

You’ll never been her one and only

She don’t love you, she’s just lonely”

“You can hold her in the moonlight

You can give her all the stars

You can promise her forever

But you’ll never have her heart”

“She don’t love you, she’s just lonely

She don’t know another way

To break free from what’s been broken

Too many cowboys rode away

So forgive her if she’s distant

She can’t tell her heart to lie, no

You’ll never be her one and only

She don’t love you, she’s just lonely”

As embarrassing as it was, I was so into the song that I had to wipe a stray tear from my cheek. I felt this song way too much, that’s why I picked this song.

“She don’t love you

She don’t love you, she’s just lonely

She wasn’t once upon a time

I remember her in sunlight

I remember her when she was mine

Mine.”

As the song ended I stood there briefly, with my head down, trying to catch my breath as the crowd showered me with their applause.

“Thank y’all. Enjoy the rest of your evening.” I thanked everybody as I waved and walked off the stage.

After a few minutes I finally mad my way back behind the bar and poured myself a healthy 2 fingers of whiskey. My plan was to just hang out behind the bar and makes drinks whenever the staff needed them but that plan was quickly shot to shit.

I heard her bracelet hit the bar just before I heard her voice.

“Jensen?” I asked softly, almost timidly.

‘Well here goes nothing.’ I thought as I swallowed the whiskey down all at once.

“Y/N.” I muttered before I turned around to face her.

“What are you doing here Jensen?” I could hear the confusion laced in her voice.

“Well I do own this place.” I stated matter-of-factly, trying to remain composed.

“I meant, I thought that you were still in Vancouver.”

“Sorry to burst your bubble darling but I still come home on weekends. This is home still.”

“I know. I just didn’t think that you would be here today. I…I shouldn’t have come.” Y/N said just before she turned away.

“No. Y/N…please. Stay for a minute.” I almost begged as I reached out and grabbed her hand before she could pull it off of the bar.

When Y/N turned around I could see the hurt in her eyes. I recognized it so quickly because it matched mine.

“Jen…I really shouldn’t have come, today of all days. I really didn’t think that you would be here. I figured that you would be in Vancouver filming or drowning in a bottle of whatever you could get your hands on.”

“Why are you here Y/N?” I asked softly, leaning onto the counter of the bar trying to close some of the distance that was between Y/N and I. Literally and metaphorically.

“Like I said, I didn’t think that you would be here today. I just needed to feel grounded. It’s been a year.” She explained, tears threatening to spill over her lower lashes.

“Yet you brought a date.” I could feel the disdain dripping from my voice.

“He has no idea what happened Jen. I’m just trying to move on.”

I grabbed her hand again and made her follow me to my office before I blew up in front of dozens of people that didn’t need to know my business.

“Trying to move on?!?” I growled as I closed the door to my office and locked it, not wanting anybody to barge in.

“Jensen. My date is out there! I can’t leave him alone.” Y/N groaned.

“I don’t give a fuck about him! How dare you bring another man HERE…TODAY!” I choked out. I didn’t want to yell her Y/N but everything was bubbling up and threatening to jump out.

“Jensen! I am just trying to finally move on.” Y/N spoke, tears pouring down her beautiful face now.

“Yeah. Now. The one thing that you couldn’t do with me…after everything.”

“I know. I’m sorry Jen. I tried. You tried. God, we tried so freaking hard! Don’t think I don’t know that. I NEVER asked for any of this shit to happen.”

“I know you didn’t.” I whispered as I pulled Y/N to me and wrapped her in a much needed hug. “Neither of us did.”

“Why did it have to happen to us Jens?” she cried into my chest.

“I wish I could answer the Y/N. I really do. To be totally honest with you, there is not a day that goes by that I don’t wonder the same thing.”

“I miss her so much.” Y/N looked into my eyes and I could see the devastation there, almost as fresh as the day our lives fell apart.

“I do too sweetheart.” I assured Y/N as I pulled her face back into my chest and stroked her hair soothingly. “I would do anything to have our baby girl Reverie back with us. But I guess things weren’t meant to be. Those 3 months with her were the best of my life. That night that I found her in her crib, I wish I could black it out of my memory on a daily basis. I wish I could bring her back and things could be the way that they were for us.” I spoke, tears steadily streaming down my face.

“I feel like my heart is being ripped out every time I wake up. I still have a picture of her up in my room at my apartment. I don’t think I will ever take it down.”

“I have her picture in my living room in Vancouver.” I tried smiling.

“I don’t remember if I ever apologized to you for pushing you away after Reverie died. It was so sudden and I didn’t know how to handle a loss of that magnitude. She was everything Jensen.” Y/N spoke as a sob wracked her body.

“Y/N losing a child, at any age, is something that a parent should never have to go through. Unfortunately for us, we were 2 unlucky souls that had to find a way to handle our 3 month old baby girl leaving us way too early. Sweetheart, there is no need to apologize for handling her death badly. Once you called off our engagement and kicked me out, I went back up to my place in Vancouver and got lost in my whiskey, beer, wine, anything that I could drink really. But I knew I couldn’t stay like that. Too many people depend on me. But most of all, I depend on myself and I had to grieve in a different way. I really can’t explain it Y/N, but I’m in a better place now. I’m not going to lie though, my heart fell out of my ass when I saw you walk in earlier. I wanted to run but I knew that I couldn’t.”

“You saw me walk in?” Y/N asked.

“Yeah. As soon as the doors opened I saw you. Then I saw your boyfriend sitting with you later on. I know that you are moving on and I’m happy for you but I know that you are lonely. You should know that if you ever want to talk about Reverie that you can call me. There is no reason that I shouldn’t have heard from you for the last 10 months. We needed each other and we weren’t there. There is no reason that we should be strangers Y/N. We were together for 3 years before you found out you were pregnant. We were going to get married. We shared our lives and had a beautiful daughter. You will always have a piece of me.” I said as I wiped the tears from my face.

“Boyfriend? Jensen, this is only mine and his second date. I have only known him about a month. He is sweet but he has no idea about anything. I don’t want to tell him just yet.”

“Well, I will let you get back to your date. Enjoy yourself Y/N and if you need anything just let me know. That goes for after you walk out of the brewery doors too.” I told her as I kissed the top of her head.

“Thank you Jensen. You will always have a piece of me too babe.” Y/N said as she reached up and kissed my cheek before she walked out of my office and back to her date.

I sat at my desk trying to catch my breath for a couple of minutes while mindlessly going over some paperwork that had been on my desk for a few days. That was until I heard my name.

“Jensen.” Somebody spoke through my closed door.

“It’s open.”

“My date left.” Y/N said with a crooked, lost looking smile.

“Oh really?” I smirked.

The End

#i fucked up and tried to edit the OP and erased the fic!#jensen ackles rpf #jensen x reader #mention of minor death #minor character death #my fic #potentially triggering #possible triggers #original work #on ao3

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Salvation Ch.8

Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!reader (eventually)

Warning: Angst, Fluff, few curse words

7.1k words

Tuesday 2:55 am

2012

“Pep, do you think I should have taken her in?”

“What?”

“Do you think it was a good idea I took her in? I mean I was kidnapped, shot at, almost died multiple times, I’m Iron man. She might get kidnapped, killed. I think it was a mistake taking her in.” a 10-year old Y/N sat on the other side of the wall, clutching her Stitch, tears silently falling down her cheeks, lips quivering.

“I think I should just call Mrs.Garcia and send her to a better family. It was a mistake taking her in thinking I could be a father.”

Pepper and Tony heard a sniffle, Tony froze, he felt his heartbeat pick up. He walked around the wall and saw Y/N sitting there, crying. It broke his heart.

“Bug? What are you doing up?” Tony said while crouching down, he slowly reached his hand out to move her hair out of her face, Y/N saw the hand coming towards her and she backed away. Tony stopped moving, placing his arm down

“Y-y-y-y-you don’t wa-a-a-ant m-e-e-e?” Y/N asked through her tears

“Of course I want your bug, it’s just-”

“I-I-I’m a mistake?” Tony’s eyes widened

“No. No. No. No. Bug no, you aren’t a mistake.” Tony picked the girl up and placed her on his lap.

“Hey, look at me.” Y/N shook her head

“Please.” Y/N sighed, wiping her cheeks and eyes, hiccupping she looked up into her father’s brown eyes

“You. Are. Not. A. Mistake. I-I” Tony sighed, he had no idea how to say what he was feeling to her, he didn’t want to. Pepper sat behind the two and placed a hand on Tony’s shoulder, Tony turned and Pepper smiled at him, mouthing “it’s ok, she will understand.” Tony turned his attention back to the young girl in his lap.

“I’m scared.” Tony saw confusion flash through her y/c eyes

“I’m scared of losing you bug.” Y/N could feel the tears beginning to form in her eyes once again.

“But you send me away… you will lose me.” Tony froze, he didn’t even think about that.

“You’re right. With all this superhero stuff, I worry about your safety, I’m scared of what bad people can do to you, I’m scared I won’t be a great father to you, I’m scared that you’ll lose me.” Tony whispered, Y/N reached out and caressed her father’s cheek, wiping the stray tear that fell down his cheek.

“We will always have each other daddy. I’ll admit after you became Iron man, you weren’t around much and didn’t hang out with me but after you realized, you played with me, taught me about nanotech, taught me how to mess with Jarvis, taught me how to kick Uncle Steve’s butt.” Tony chuckled

“You are a great dad.” Tony smiled, grabbing the little hand that was on his cheek, bringing it to his lips, he placed a kiss on her hand then he placed a kiss on her forehead. Y/N giggled.

“I love you forever and always,” Tony said

“I love you forever and always.” Y/N replied.

Y/N rested her head oh her father's chest and closed her eyes.

2015

Y/N opened her eyes, she was standing in the middle of the battle in Sokovia,

"Y/N!" She turned to the voice calling her name, Steve was running towards her, she furrowed her brows, she wasn't supposed to be here, how did she get here? Everything was in slow motion, she saw Ultron's minions flying over her, destroying everything in their path. Y/N felt an arm wrap around her waist, turning she was met with her Uncle's ocean blue eyes, filled with worry and anger. He was mad. Was he mad at her? Steve moved Y/N behind him, motioning for her to hop on his back, Y/N jumped and Steve took off.

"WHAT IS Y/N DOING HERE?" Steve yelled into his earpiece

"WHAT?!" Y/N could hear her father's voice come through

"She's supposed to be with Happy!" Y/N flinched when she heard Tony's tone.

"Well, she's currently clinging on my back like a koala." Steve slightly turned his head

"Doll, what are you doing here?"

"I-I don't know!" She squealed as an explosion went off next to them, she shut her eyes tight, she wanted to cover her ears but she couldn't, she could hear people screaming, her aunts and uncles yelling to get them to safety.

"What does she mean she doesn't know?!" Tony yelled Y/N flinched.

"I DON'T KNOW. I JUST WOKE UP HERE!" Y/N yelled back

"I see you found my gift for you." Steve stopped and looked up as one of Ultron's minions relayed his message.

"I thought she should see what her father has done."

"I see a suit of armor around the world". Y/N flinched as she heard the recording of her father's voice.

"You want to protect the world, but you don't want it to change. How is humanity saved if it's not allowed to...evolve? With these? These puppets? There's only one path to peace: The Avengers' extinction. I had strings, but now I'm free. There are no strings on me, no strings on me. Do you see? The beauty of it, the inevitability. You rise, only to fall. You, Avengers, you are my meteor, my swift and terrible sword and the earth will crack with the weight of your failure. Purge me from your computers, turn my own flesh against me. It means nothing. When the dust settles, the only thing living in this world will be metal." Ultron stated as the ground beneath them shook. Y/N gasped and tightened her grip around Steve

"Uncle Steve...Run." Steve didn't hesitate

"Someone get Y/N to safety."

"I got her." She heard a man's voice was filled with a thick accent reply. Y/N felt a gush of wind flew past her,

"Oh, past you." Steve rolled his eyes, Y/N felt arms wrap around her waist

"What the fu-"

"LANGUAGE!" Steve cut her off

"I got you, printesa." Pietro carried Y/N in his arms

"Would you prefer arms or back?" Y/N looked into his eyes, a beautiful sky blue, silver hair covered his head, stubble covered his chin and cheeks.

"Pretty…" Y/N mumbled, Pietro smirked

"Thank you, you're pretty as well. Arms it is." Y/N blinked, she said that out loud? Y/N felt the blood rush to her cheeks

"HEY, BACK OFF. SHE'S TOO YOUNG." Y/N heard Tony yell

"BACK OFF!" The chorus began as all her aunts and uncles chimed in. Y/N groaned and hid her face into Pietro's chest. Y/N felt his chest vibrate, he was laughing.

"Don't worry," Pietro told Y/N

"Don't worry? You better be worried, I'm about to shoot your ass." Rhodey replied

"Oh god, enough." Y/N groaned out, the coms went silent,

"Hang on." Y/N nodded and wrapped her arms tighter around his neck. Y/N could only see blurs. How fast was he going? Y/N giggled. Pietro looked down at her and smiled. Pietro got to the building full of civilians

"Where are the evacuation ships?"

"About a minute out, get the civilians on those ships."

Pietro set Y/N down, she turned coming face to face with her uncle Clint

"Hey Stitch, wanna give me a hand?" Y/N smiled and nodded, Clint pulled out extra bow and arrows and handed them to Y/N. Y/N covered her uncle and Pietro as they evacuated the civilians.

"I got no strings, so I have fun. I'm not tied up to anyone." Y/N hears Ultron sing, she saw him eye Clint, Y/N shot at Ultron and ran towards her uncle, as shots were fired, Y/N fell to the floor and her world went black.

2016

Y/N was under lockdown ever since Sokovia, she was not allowed to leave the compound unless her dad said so, even then Tony had her stay put. Y/N felt frustrated, pent up, she wanted to get out of the house; so she did. Midnight came around, Y/N looked around the semi-lit bedroom, thankful that her dad had built a new compound that wasn't nearly 100 floors; crawling out of bed she tiptoed her way towards the front and hoped to make it to the yard before F.R.I.D.A.Y could alert her father or any other of her family members. Y/N smiled when she reached the door, she made it outside, finally free to roam around. Y/N felt her phone vibrate.

Puppy: Hey, you up?

Y/N: No.

Puppy: Then why are you replying?

Y/N: I HAVE BEEN CAUGHT

Puppy: Lol, can I come over?

Y/N: Always.

Puppy: Be there in 20

Y/N: I'm outside waiting for you

Peter didn't respond, Y/N rolled her eyes, she looked around, placing her blanket on the floor and laying down. Y/N sat there staring at her phone wondering when her dad would make his way down to yell at her to get back in the compound. Y/N didn't want to be in there, her family was broken again, Steve, Nat, Clint, Wanda, and Vision were missing along with her newfound family member Bucky. Y/N turned her head towards the door, nothing yet. Y/N felt her blanket shift, smiling she turned back to come face to face with the masked boy.

"Spiderman? What are you doing here?"

"I saw you sitting out here alone and wanted to make sure you were ok." Y/N could see his mask shift, he was smiling

"Well, I'm fine. Just stargazing, waiting for my dumb friend to show up."

"Dumb friend huh?"

"Yup. You know sometimes he makes me mad, like about two days ago he messaged me saying he would pass by and visit me so, me being dumb waited up for him till about 4 am and he never showed." SHIT. That was all Peter could think. Peter's eyes widened, he forgot all about that

"But…" Peter stared into her e/c eyes

"I forgave him, from the looks of it he had something important to do, he helped a lot of people that night." Peter thought back to two days, he remembered he stopped a dinner from being robbed, a bus driver had gotten distracted and crashed causing the bus to hang off the side of the freeway, stopped a couple more robberies, by the time he finished he was exhausted and went home to sleep. Usually, Peter would message Y/N to tell her he was just going to go home and sleep.

"Shouldn't you be out saving the day Spidey?"

"Queens was quiet tonight." Y/N nodded

"Are you going to show me who's under the mask or am I going to keep talking to this strange man?" Peter chuckled and removed his mask. Y/N gasped sarcastically

"Peter?!" Peter smiled and laughed

"Y/N?!" He replied

"YOU'RE SPIDERMAN?!" Peter rolled his eyes

"Yup." Y/N giggled

"Come here." Peter scooted closer to her, Y/N placed her hand under Peter's chin and looked over his face.

"You got some scratches, but you'll survive."

"Will I, doc? Will I?" Peter clutched his suit right over his heart. Y/N laughed and smacked his shoulder

"AH, I'VE BEEN HIT. I'M GOING DOWN. I'M NOT GONNA MAKE IT. TELL...AUNT MAY… I LARB...HER." Peter fell, his head landing on Y/Ns lap

"Ha. Ha. Ha. Very funny Parker." Peter looked up at her and smiled

"You love it." Y/N rolled her eyes

"Yeah yeah yeah." Y/N raised her hand, running her fingers through Peter's brown soft curled hair. Peter felt his body relax

"It would be nice if my dad could figure out a way to keep you cool in your suit."

"Mmmmm…"

"He probably did, you just haven't figured it out."

"Mmhmm"

"Peter?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you think everything will be ok?"

"Yeah, I do."

"I hope you're right." Y/N smiled,

"Let me adjust." Peter lifted his head, Y/N scooted down and laid down, Peter looked at her for confirmation, Y/N nodded. Peter rested his head on her stomach and wrapped his arms around her waist. Y/N went back to running her fingers through Peters' hair. Y/N felt Peter's breathing become even, then she heard light snores. Y/N smiled as she felt her eyelids become heavy, then she saw darkness. F.R.I.D.A.Y alerted Tony about Y/N sneaking off to the front of the compound, he sighed debating whether or not to get up and yell at his daughter. Tony finally stood, walking to the front door. Tony furrowed his brows, that looked like the kid, what was he doing all the way over here? Tony stood there and watched the scene in front of his unfold. Peter took his mask off, how his daughter studied his face, making sure he wasn't hurt, she does that to Tony, Y/N always worries over her father, telling him not to get hurt, that no matter what she will always be there to patch him up because she loves him. Tony looked back and forth between Y/N and Peter, that's the same look she gets when she looks at him, her family except her smile is different, it's brighter, it was her mother's smile, the same smile she had when she told Tony she was in love with him. Tony turned his attention back to Peter, he looked like a lovesick puppy, the same look when Tony gave him his new suit, the same look he gives his aunt. Tony shook his head and looked down. Tony didn't know how to feel, his daughter and the kid were in love.. with each other. Tony looked back up to see Peter with his head on Y/Ns lap, he was about to head out when he felt arms wrap around his waist.

"You've been down here for a while now." Pepper said resting her face on Tony's shoulder.

"I've been debating."

"About?"

"To go out there and yell at them for being to close with each other, you know, being a protective dad or just leave them be." Tony saw Y/N lay down and Peter rest his head on her stomach, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"They're cute." Pepper chuckled and smiled

"I don't know how to feel about this… I mean they're too young right?"

"Tony, they're fine. Let them be young and in love." Tony sighed, it's going to be hard for him to pretend he doesn't know anything.

"Come on, let's go back to bed." Pepper pulled away and intertwined their hands, Tony smiled and followed her back to the room.

2017

Y/N stood side by side with her Uncle Steve and Aunt Nat, her dad and Peter were in space and she had no idea what was going on and if they were even alive.

"Uncle Steve?"

"Yes, doll?"

"Do you think they're ok?"

"Knowing your dad, he's too stubborn to die." Y/N laughed

"True."

"Don't worry doll, they'll be fine." Y/N nodded and looked up at her uncle, Steve was staring at Bucky, Y/N walked towards the ex-assassin.

"Hi." Bucky flinched

"Hi." He mumbled out

"I'm Y/N."

"James, but you can call me Bucky."

"Uncle Steve used to tell me stories about you, about his best friend who saved his ass multiple times and used to set him up on dates." Bucky chuckled

"Sounds about right, but he saved me multiple times too."

Sirens went off, Y/N and Bucky looked around

"GET THIS MAN A SHIELD."

----

"Steve?" Steve and Y/N turned around, Bucky started to disappear, he turned to dust

"Uncle Steve, what's happening?!" Y/N asked with tears rolling down her face

"He... He snapped." Steve looked into his nieces e/c eyes, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into a hug.

"Uncle Steve…" Steve pulled away

"No. No. No. No. No. No." Steve repeated over and over, Y/N smiled

"It's ok." Then she turned into ash.

The scene started to fade to black. Y/N gasped and opened her eyes, she was consumed by darkness, looking around, nothing, emptiness. Y/N stood and walked forward, then the room lit to white, Y/N covered her eyes. It was too bright. She kept walking, her arm still covering her eyes, she bumped into something rock solid and fell. Y/N uncovered her eyes, looking up, she saw Tony.

“Dad?” She asked while standing, Tony didn’t reply, just stared off into the distance.

“Dad?” Y/N waved her hand in front of Tony’s face. He blinked and looked into y/c eyes.

“I regret it,” Tony said

“What?” Y/N ‘s eyebrows furrowed confused

“I regret taking you in. You were a mistake. I never wanted you. You made my life miserable. I was happy when you got dusted. You came back and turned my life to crap. You just stood there and watched me die. You let me die. It’s your fault I died.”

“That's no-tt true.” Y/N shook her head, tears staining her cheeks.

“Of course it’s true. I died because of you. You didn’t bother to save me. MISTAKE. MISTAKE. You let me die. Your fault. Your fault. Your FAULT.”

“No. No. No. No.” Y/N covered her ears.

“Your fault. Your FAULT. MISTAKE. MISTAKE.”

“Please…. Stop…” Y/N could hear the chants getting louder, she fell to her knees and screamed.

Y/N gasped and shot up, panting, she turned and looked at the clock. 3:20 am. Y/N stood with shaking legs and made her way into the restroom.

“Miss Stark, would you like me to wake Mrs. Stark?”

“No, thank you F.R.I.D.A.Y” The AI didn’t respond.

Y/N pressed her back against the door, sank to the floor and cried.

Tuesday 5:30 am

Pepper awoke, wrapped a robe around and made her way to Y/N’s room. Pepper opened the door expecting to see Y/N wrapped like a burrito clutching Stitch, but the bed was empty. Y/N stared at the wall, she hears footsteps.

“Pepper?”

“Sweetie?” Pepper stood in front of the bathroom door

“I just got up, had to pee. I’m gonna shower right now.”

“Alright. I’ll be downstairs making breakfast. Do you want anything in particular ?”

“No, whatever’s good.”

“Alright.” Y/N heard Pepper’s footsteps fade, she sighed, turning the shower on. The hot water hit Y/N’s back, she wanted to cry again but she couldn’t she felt like she cried all her tears out. Y/N finished showering and just stood under the water. Y/N shivered when the water turned cold, sighing she turned the water off, grabbed her towel and made her way to change. Y/N stood in front of the mirror, she looked exhausted. Y/N went through her drawers and picked out jeans, a shirt, and a black sweater.

“Miss Stark, Mrs.Stark says breakfast is ready.”

“Okay, tell her I’ll be right down.”

Y/N changed, grabbed her backpack and made her way downstairs. Pepper and Happy were standing in front of the island, Y/N sat and began to eat, not paying attention to the adults.

6:25 am

“You ready to go little Stark?”

“Yeah.” Y/N stood, grabbing her bag, she kissed Pepper on the cheek

“I’ll see you later.”

“I’ll see you later sweetie.”

Y/N followed Happy to the car. Y/N stared out the window, she could see a sea of greens and browns, she loved living here it was quiet and peaceful.

“You excited or your first day?” Happy asked

“Kind of, more nervous.”

“You got this, you’re a Stark.”

That may be the problem. She is a Stark. Teachers and students might expect more from her, they might ask about her father, they might pity her.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine.”

“Of course you will be.”

The ride continued in silence, Y/N continued to stare out the window, the scenery changed from beautiful greens and browns, greys and blues, skyscrapers stood tall. Y/N heard cars honking, people yelling, she saw hundreds of people walking the streets trying to make it work, she looked at the clock 7:25 am.

“Am I going to be late?” Y/N asked turning towards Happy

“No, even if you are it’s fine, it’s your first day.” Y/N nodded and went back to staring out the window. Peter walked towards his locker, music blasting in his earphones. Peter sighed, opening his locker pulling out his AP chemistry book, he felt someone tap his shoulder, Peter slightly jumped, pulling his earphones out, turning around to come face to face with Ned.

“Hey Ned,” Peter smiled

“Hey Pete, how’d duty go last night?”

“Stopped a couple robberies, but other than that the night was quiet.”

“Sup losers?” MJ appeared behind Peter, Peter turned to face her.

“Hey MJ,”

“Hey MJ, Peter and I were talking about the trip. RIght, Peter?”

“Yeah, Yeah. What to pack, What sights to see, you know the usual.” MJ furrowed her brows and squinted not believing the two. Peter turned his body towards Ned, he heard students whispering about a new girl. A new girl?

“Apparently there’s a new girl,” MJ stated

“Have you met her yet?” Ned asked

“Nope, haven’t seen her at all. She’s really good at not being seen.” MJ replied

Y/N walked into the office, a middle-aged woman sat in the front desk, she looked up and smiled

“Hello, what can I do for you?”

“Umm, I’m here to get my schedule.”

“Oh, you must be Y/N Stark.” Y/N nodded, the receptionist tumbled through the messy piles of paper on her desk

“Give me one moment.” Y/N nodded

“I know I put it somewhere… where is it? Maybe?... OH here it is.” the receptionist mumbled, pulled out the paper and handed it to Y/N.

“Here you are. The paper includes your locker number, combination, and classes. Did you get your books already?”

“No, they told me to get them today.”

“Oh alright. Well, the library is midway down the hall to the left.”

“Okay, thank you.” Y/N folded the paper, exited the office and walked to the library, keeping her head down, she bumped into someone and fell

“Ow, fuck..”

“Oh my god, I’m sorry. Are you okay?” She heard a frantic voice

“Yeah, I’m alright, sorry I bumped into you.”

“Here let me help.” A hand appeared in front of her face, she grabbed a hold of it and lifted off the ground.

“Thanks.”

“No problem. You the new girl?” Y/N looked up and met brown eyes

“Yeah…”

“I’m MJ.” MJ? Peter’s friend? Y/N studied the girl in front of her. MJ was slightly taller than Y/N, thin, her tanned skin glowing, absolutely flawless, heart-faced shape, beautiful dark brown eyes, curly hair falling down to her mid-back, full lips were curved into a smile, wearing black skinny jeans, a plain black shirt, and a green jacket. She was stunning. Y/N wrapped her arms around her middle, and dropped her gaze, she felt insecure, it’s no wonder Peter doesn’t like her, who would choose her over HER. MJ’s smile dropped

“You alright?” Y/N avoided MJ’s gaze

“Yeah, I’m Y/N.”

“NIce to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too. I gotta go to the library.”

“I can show you if you want.”

“No, that’s ok. I know where it’s at.” Y/N lied, she didn’t know if she couldn’t find it she would ask F.R.I.D.A.Y who was programmed into her watch.

“Oh alright,” MJ replied, looking behind the girl

“HEY PETER!” Y/N’s e/c eyes widened, she couldn’t see Peter now, what if he compared her to MJ, she couldn’t face that. Y/N quickly moved around MJ and walked towards the library.

“Who was that?” Peter asked

“New Girl. She’s pretty.” MJ replied

“She left in a hurry.”

“Yeah said she had to go to the library.” Peter nodded, the bell rang

“Let’s go.” MJ and Peter started to walk to their class. Y/N made it into the library when she heard the bell ring. She was late at this point she didn’t care, she already wanted to go home, she felt defeated. Y/N checked out her books and made her way to her locker 203, placing the books she didn’t need in there she pulled out her schedule, AP English. Y/N sighed, she didn’t even want to go anymore, picking her backpack off the floor, asking F.R.I.D.A.Y for directions, she made her way into the classroom.

“You’re late.”

“Sorry, I was grabbing my books.” The teacher finally looked up

“OH, you must be Y/N Stark.” Y/N nodded, she heard the chair’s metal legs scrap the floor. Y/N winced, she turned to met wide light brown eyes, her breath getting caught in her throat. Peter.

“Yes, Peter?” The teacher asked, Peter, slowly tore his gaze away from Y/N

“What?”

“Is there something you would like to say?”

“N-No,” Peter blushed and sat down

“Well since he made himself known, you can just take a seat next to Peter.” Y/N’s stomach was in knots, she nodded. Y/N sat next to Peter, she never met his gaze, Peter furrowed his brows in confusion and worry. He stared at her, Y/N felt a hole burning on the side of her face.

“Is there something on my face Peter?” Y/N asked turning to face him. Peter blushed

“No, I-I just can’t believe you’re here, is it really you? I have to be dreaming.” Y/N smiled

“It’s really me. Do I appear often in your dreams Peter?”

“What?”

“Well, you asked if you were dreaming soooo.”

“Oh-um, well, I mean, the thing, the thing is, you see,” Peter fumbled his words, Y/N giggled

“It’s ok Peter, you come out in mine too.” Y/N replied with a blush, Peter blushed back.

“Y/N, Peter. Would you like to share with the class what the two of you are talking about?”

“No,” Y/N replied

“Well, then pay attention.”

Peter and Y/N nodded and chuckled. Occasionally Y/N could feel Peter’s stare on her, Y/N smiled small. Y/N and Peter didn’t pay much attention to the rest of the lesson. Peter’s thoughts were filled with her, why was she here? Why didn’t she tell him? Is it permanent? Y/N is homeschooled, this isn’t going to last long, Peter sighed. Y/N heard Peter let out a sigh, was he not happy she was there? The bell rang, Y/N and Peter stood collecting their things, they exited the classroom.

"How are you doing?" Y/N asked

"Fine," Peter replied, Y/N nodded. The two teens were good at hiding their feelings. Truthfully Peter hasn't been able to sleep a wink, he keeps having nightmares. Him turning to dust. Tony dying. The fear of history repeating itself. Peter knew that Thanos was gone, yet the thought still terrified him. His nightmares were slowly getting worse, he felt guilty for not being able to save him, to help Y/N when she needed him the most. Peter didn't know that Y/N felt the same way, she wasn't able to save her father, she wasn't able to help Peter, she feels useless and worthless, but the two teens kept smiles on their faces. Peter and Y/N walked down the hall

"Let me see your schedule." Y/N pulled the piece of paper out of her bag and hands it, Peter.

"Looks like we have 1st,3rd, lunch, and 6th together."

"So we have basically ever class together?"

"Yeah, if you want I can pick you up after 2nd and walk you to the other classes." Peter turned and met Y/Ns e/c eyes.

"I'd like that." Y/N smiled

"Let me walk you to Photo then." Peter and Y/N walked side by side

"I'll see you later Peter."

"If you want, I can pick you up?" Peter bit the inside of his cheek, Y/N nodded

"I'd like that, thank you, Peter." Peter smiled brightly and Y/N felt her heart skip a beat. Peter turned and ran to his class. Y/N entered the class and sighed.

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Lunch. Everyone's favorite period. Y/N walked towards the line, picking up a tray and stood behind the others, she nervously looked around. Everyone was paired off with their friends or their cliques, to Y/N it looked like typical teenage movies, popular kids with the popular kids, goths with goths, the only difference is that everyone was a nerd, well to a certain extent. Y/N reached for what seemed like a cheeseburger and fries, along with an apple and water. Y/N smiled at the lunch lady and thanked her for the food, the lady looked shocked but smiled back at her. Y/N walked towards the back and sat at the empty table, she started munching on her fries, picking up her phone, she skimmed through and noticed a text from Pepper.

Pepper: Hi sweetie, how is everything going?

Y/N: Everything is going good, I saw Peter

Pepper: That's good. How's Peter?

Y/N: He said he was fine, how's Morgan doing without me?

Pepper: She misses you, she said you owe her a movie night

Y/N: It's a date

"Y/N!" Y/N lifted her head up and turned to the voice. Peter smiled and waved at her, Y/N smiled and waved back. Peter turned towards Ned and MJ, cocking his head towards Y/N, Peter noticed Y/Ns smile fall, he furrowed his brows. Did she not want him to sit with her? Did she not want anyone to know that he knew her? She is a Stark. Y/Ns smile fell once she saw MJ. Right. MJs friends with Peter. Peter sat in front of Y/N, a blank look was on her face

"Hi!" Y/N heard a cheerful voice, she turned

"Hi!" Y/N replied

"I'm Ned, MJ. What's your name?"

"Y/N Stark." Ned's eyes widened

"OH, SO YOU'RE Y/N. PETER TALKS ABOUT YOU LIKE CRAZY." Peter's eyes widened, a pink tint covered his cheeks. Peter lightly tapped Ned's leg

"Dude, stop."

"What? You do talk about her a lot." Y/N felt herself getting hot

"He is right. You do talk about her a lot." MJ pipped in

"What about?"

"Oh, like what you guys did, the fact that he snea-"

"WOW THIS BURGER IS GREAT!" Peter interrupted Ned. MJ snickered.

"Peter, it's school food. It's not that great?" MJ replied

"I mean it's getting better… right?" Peter asked

"I guess," Ned replied

"PENIS PARKER!" Peter flinched, MJ rolled her eyes and Ned sighed. Y/N looked at them confused

"What was that?"

"Flash," MJ replied

"Who are you? You should hang out with me instead of Parker here" Flash asked smiling

"I'd appreciate it if you left Peter alone." Y/N looked at Flash

"Penis Parker, you got yourself another hero." Y/N rolled her eyes

"For someone who claims to be part of the popular kids, he really likes to hang out and bother you guys huh?" Y/N asked, Flash rolled his eyes and turned his back to them.

"So that's Flash?"

"Yup." Y/N rolled her eyes

"Are you going on the trip?" Ned asked

"Trip? Oh, the Venice one right?" Y/N asked, Peter felt his heart rate race, he silently hoped she was going

"I am going." Peter smiled, looking down picking at his fries.

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Y/N walked towards Happy and hopped into the car

"How was your first day little Stark?"

"Good. Talked to Peter, met his friends."

"How was that?"

"Good." Happy nodded and said nothing else. Y/N looked out the window, feeling her eyes become heavy, her eyes slowly closed.

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"Y/N. Y/N. Little Stark." Y/N slowly opened her eyes, greeted with trees and a lake.

"We're here."

"Thank you, Happy."

"No problem, I'll see you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow." Y/N waved as Happy drove off. Y/N sighed and made her way to the house

"Y/N!" Morgan came running towards her

"Hey Morgan" Y/N bend down and picked up her little sister

"How was school?"

"Good."

"Did you see Peter?!" Morgan's eyes lit up as she mentioned the young boy

"Yup, we ate lunch together," Y/N replied, opening the door, she set the backpack down on the couch

"Hi, sweetie. How'd it go?"

"Y/N SAID SHE SAW PETER AND ATE WITH HIM!" Morgan replied. Pepper laughed

"Did she?"

"YES!" Pepper nodded

"I'm making dinner, it should be ready in a bit."

"Ok." Y/N replied, gently setting Morgan down, she picked her backpack up and made her way to her room. Y/N sat at her desk, pulling out her homework. About 30 minutes later, F.R.I.D.A.Y spoke

"Miss Stark, dinner is ready."

"Ok, thank you F.R.I.D.A.Y" Y/N made her way down the stairs and sat at the table. Y/N could hear Pepper and Morgan talking. Y/N became lost in her thoughts. This is weird, it feels weird. She shouldn't be here. She felt out of place. She didn't belong. Her dad should be here, not her. He should be alive, watching Morgan grow up. He had a second chance, he deserves to be here. It should've been her. It should've been her. It should've been her. It should've-

"Y/N?" Y/N looked up

"Yeah?"

"Are you ok?" Pepper asked

"Yeah, why?"

"You seemed kind of out of it."

"Oh, I was thinking about the chem homework."

"You sure?"

"Yeah." Y/N smiled quickly, she prayed that Pepper wouldn't ask again if she did Y/N would break down.

"Ready for our movie night?" Y/N asked Morgan. Morgan smiled wide, her brown eyes twinkle in the light as she nodded while jumping up and down.

"When you're finished we can go watch whatever you want."

"Okay!" Morgan replied with excitement in her voice. Y/N smiled and went back to eating dinner. They finished, Y/N washed the dishes, while Pepper bathed and changed Morgan. Y/N felt something slice her finger

"Ow, fuck." Y/N murmured

"Fucking knife." Y/N shook her head and finished the dishes,

"F.R.I.D.A.Y, where's the first aid kit?"

"In the first-floor bathroom miss."

"Thank you." Y/N walked to the bathroom, finding the first aid kit. Y/N cleaned the cut and placed the band-aid on her finger.

"Y/N, I'M READY!" Morgan's voice rang through the house

"I'm coming!" Y/N put the first aid kit away, walked up to the stairs. Y/N walked into Morgan's room

"Give me a second to change and I'll be right back. Did you pick a movie?"

"No."

"Pick one out while I change."

"Okay!" Morgan ran to her collection as Y/N walked out and to her room, she changed and heard the tone of the Disney movie playing.

"Come on Y/N, It's starting!"

"Coming." Y/N pressed her lips tightly together and walked back to Morgan's room.

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Peter looked around the sea of students, he couldn't find her anywhere until he noticed Happy hop into the car. She left without saying goodbye. Peter frowned and sighed. He put his earphones in and made his way back home.

"Hey."

"Hi, Aunt May."

"How was school?"

"Good. Guess what?"

"What?"

"Y/N goes to my school now."

"Really? That's great!" May smiled at Peter, she would sit there and listen to Peter talk about her for hours.

"I'm going to go do homework and maybe patrol later."

"Alright. You going to be ok?"

"Yeah."

"I'm going to be at work, but call me if you need me."

"Alright." May nodded and Peter walked into his room. Peter threw his backpack into the corner and laid on his bed, rubbing his face, he turned and stared at his suit. Peter didn't feel like doing anything anymore, he wanted to give up, he just wanted to lay there and cry. Peter closed his eyes and slipped into darkness.

10:30 p.m

Peter groaned hearing his alarm go off, he rolled over grabbing his phone and turning his alarm off. Still groggy, Peter rose from the bed went to his closet and put on his suit, swinging out into the night.

“Hello, Peter.”

“Hey, Karen. Anything happening tonight?”

“Right now it’s quiet, I will update you if the status changes.”

“Thank you, Karen,” Peter replied landing on top of an apartment building, he slowly took his mask off and stared off into the distance. Peter turned to be greeted with a painting of Iron Man he could feel tears form in his eyes. It’s been almost a month since his passing, 2 weeks ago was his funeral. Peter fell to feeling his lower half give out and with that, the world turned into a blur, and so did all the sounds. The taste. The smell. Everything was just gone. A single tear raced down Peter’s cheek, and just like that, the floodgates opened. Peter felt his chin tremble as if he was a small child. Peter’s breathing becomes heavier. Peter was gasping for air that simply wasn’t there, his throat burned to form a silent scream. He felt like a part of him was dying inside. Peter ran his fingers through his hair, slightly tugging on his brown curls. Peter reached out with his other hand towards the painting, why did this happen? He coughed letting out a choked sob, Peter heard a ding come from his suit wiping his face and steadying his breathing he put his mask back on.

“What’s up, Karen?” Peter asked his voice hoarsely

“You have a message from sunshine. Are you okay Peter?”

“Yeah, I’m fine thanks for asking, what did Y/N say?”

“She said, “Hey, what are you doing?”

“Tell her I’m out patrolling.”

“She replied, “How’s that going?”

“Quiet Night.”

“What time is it now Karen?”

“Almost midnight. Sunshine has replied, “Do you want to come over?”

“I’ll be there in 30.” Peter made his way back to his apartment, grabbing a change of clothes shoving them into his backpack and heading back out.

“Peter, will you ever tell her how you feel?”

“Wha-t--we're just friends.”

“You talk about her all the time.” Peter blushed under his mask

“I do?”

“You didn’t notice?”

“No, I didn’t.”

“It’s cute, you should really tell her soon.”

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Y/N walked out of her room blanket wrapped around her, she couldn’t sleep, more like she didn’t want to sleep. She hoped that Pepper wouldn't hear her walking down the stairs. Y/N opened the front door walking to the edge of the deck, laying her blanket on the deck she sat down her feet hanging off the edge. Y/N looked up to the sky she could actually see the stars, the night was quite nothing but the sound of crickets could be heard. Y/N smiled when she felt the wind as it brushes her cheek and her blanket shift, she turned to her right to see Peter sitting down next to her in his suit.

“Spiderman? What are you doing here?”

“I saw a pretty girl sitting out here all alone wanted to make sure she was alright.” Peter smiled under his mask

“I’m fine, just waiting for a friend. Quiet night?”

“Ahhh, your friend shouldn’t make you wait long especially alone in the dark. Yeah, quiet night.”

“He should be here soon, will you take off your mask or will I continue to talk to a stranger.” Peter smiled and took off his mask, Y/N smiled meeting his chocolate brown eyes. Something was wrong, his eyes were bloodshot, face swollen, he had been crying.

“Are you ok Peter?”

“Yeah, why?”

“You look like you’ve been crying.”

“No, just tired.” Peter looked down, Y/N reached out caressing his cheek

“It’s ok to feel sad and cry, Peter.” Peter felt tears form in his eyes once again

“I… I saw a painting of him.” Y/N’s breathe hitched

“Everywhere I go I see his face, I just miss him Y/N,” Peter said looking up to meet Y/N e/c eyes which were also filled with tears. Peter caressed her cheek

“I miss him too.” She whispered

Y/N pulled her hand away from his cheek, grabbing his hand away from hers. She slowly crawled into his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck, Peter wrapped his arms around her waist he felt hot tears hit his neck, Y/N was shaking, crying silently. Peters tears streamed down his face, the two of them sat there holding each other while they cried. They sat there for what seemed like hours Peter was the first to speak

“What happened to your finger?”

“Hmm, oh I cut it while washing the dishes, didn’t realize the knife.”

“Are you ok?”

“Hurt like a bitch, but I’ll survive.” Y/N looked up at Peter

“I should probably get off now, your legs must be numb by now.”

“Nooo, I like this.” Peter tightened his grip, Y/N giggled

“Peter let go.”

“Nope.”

“Peter.”

“Y/N”

“Let go.” Peter groaned and let go of Y/N, she laid down next to Peter. Y/N patted the spot next to her, Peter smiled and laid down next to her, she opened her arms. Peter laid his head on her chest, wrapping his arms around her waist again, Y/N ran her fingers through his hair

“Hey, Peter?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you think everything will be ok?”

“I hope so.”

“Me too.”

The two laid in silence, Peter let out a shaky breath, he felt her fingers stop moving, slightly looking up at her, her eyes closed and her breathing even. Peter smiled slightly and closed his eyes, he let the darkness consume him.

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Things I’ve heard high schoolers say pt 3

Person: it’s to early for me to be alive right now

Teacher: who invented math? Student: Lincoln.

Teacher: You feel as if you get low marks on this 5 paragraph essay you’ll end up poor and homeless and addicted to drugs. Student 1: Yes. Student 2: That’s exactly how it works. Student 3: I mean… you’re not wrong.

Student: It’s called panic and I do it well. I do it very well.

Student 1: I need to get glasses. Student 2: I need to get a will to live.

Student: Physics eats brains for lunch and sucks ass for dinner.

Student: Fuck you Perry the platypus!!

Student: he’s an Asian white supremisist. How does that even happen.

Teacher: After treating him like dirt for 7 years what is he to me? Student 1: Friends? Student 2: Lovers?

Teachers: We can’t have poor people running the place, that’s stupid.

Teachers: It was illegal to be alone because when you are alone you commit a sin.

Student: They play with your intestines? Like jumprope???

Student 1: you make me want to kill myself Student 2: Bitch please! I’ve been making myself want to kill myself for years.

Teacher: If you’re in my class don’t be acting the fool

Student: that’s it! You’ve lost your titty privileges

Student: I have the bladder of an octopus please let me go to the bathroom

Teacher: America broke up with Britain through text and by telling all of their friends but not actually telling Britain.

Student: my peripheral vision up is about as good as a fucking snail’s.

Student: I am allergic to myself.

Student: she brought my coconut juice. I’m going to cry.

Student: my name is Bitch.

Student: my elevator is literally a vsco girl

Student 1: what do you think? Student 2: I think I’m a fucking slut.

Student 1: I look like a lightbulb Student 2: A cute lightbulb. 10/10 would screw you (in)

Teacher: No one likes Axe, but its your friend.

Student: I am a flaming homosexual and that is why I want to dye my hair pink in honor of the women that I love so much

Student: oh my god it’s Michael fucking Jackson! *screams*

Student: Im 16 but not even very much 16.

Teacher: Theres a reason my cousin Neil trades three shifts of paramedic work so he doesn’t have to work on the night of the full moon.

Student: I know it sounds scary running from the police but it’s actually just leisurely walking away from them.

Student: I was washing my hands after lunch and this guy just started bleeding out next to me.

Student: I’m just saying, I would wear a full out prom dress to school and no one could stop me.

Student: I have the strength of a roasted peanut.

Student 1: Avacodo’s are thicc though. If there was a sexiest food event then avocado would win hands down. Student 2: what about peaches Student1: I would 100% fuck an avocado.

Student: chicken nuggets re the dad bod of the food world.

Student: in conclusion: gay.

Student: Hey Mr (Teacher) can you please elaborate on your outfit choice today?

Teacher: Dueling? You know the 10 paces fire? The thing that Hamilton is known for but he was a lot better at?

Teacher: Dreams are kinda wack Student: But this is another level of wack.

Student 1: Im just saying you could totally suck a dick by mistake. Student 2: How? Student 1: Like if you’re watching a movie and he’s holding a soda bottle between his legs and you want a sip but it’s dark you could totally accidentally suck a dick.

Student 1: hurry the fuck up Student 2: that is not how you treat people, you need to have some respect. You say PLEASE hurry the fuck up.

Student: You know, Stockholm syndromes. Like when someone is kidnapped and then catches feelings for their master, daddy kinks, that kinda shit.

Student: IF I were to eat Donalt Trump’s ass it would be so white I’d get retinal cancer just from looking at it.

Student: You were texting her which made us loose the quizlet live game! She is a whore!

Teacher: you’re a dirty old man, you read the script

Student: you’re my hwb. Homies with benefits.

Student 1: I’m a shell 2: I’m a crab. 3: what do crabs do to shells 2: I’m going to go live and eat inside you then eventually leave you for another

Student: Ayyyy!! We’re getting mono!!

Student: Stop catching feelings you dumb emotionally suicidal bitch!!!!

Teacher: *Student’s name* you need to find friends who love you.

Student: Is that a kneecap? *fake cough* Slut. *fake cough*

Teacher: Yah Buccanan was our first gay president. Student: But he was a Democrat! Teacher:… you DO know that people can be gay and a democrat.

Student: This whole book was just a giant KFC commercial.

Student: he other day I tried to zoom in on a book.

Student: every time I head an Indian person talk it’s like they’re raping me but in a good way.

Student: You canned corn of a human.

Student: you look like a broken piano

Student: There’s no room for Jesus! I don’t want to see him!

Student 1: Tiger sharks are the goats of the ocean. Student 2: Wrong. I’m the goat of the ocean.

Student: Florida is the Bermuda Triangle of stupid shit.

Student: Jesus has a plan for me, and I don’t think it’s in his textbook of an agenda.

Student: did you talk to her? Because I’m pretty sure blowing up a school is frowned upon.

Student: and that’s on period no tampon.

Student 1: what would your stripper name be? Student 2: Ruby. Teacher who over heard: Excuse me. Teacher here, stripper conversation over there. Please move the inappropriate conversation somewhere where I can’t hear it. Vanilla Pudding. (the thing about this one, was she was telling us that in the past, her stripper name was Vanilla Pudding)

Student: (Different student’s name), if I told you that I was possessed last night would you believe me?

Student: (Teacher) I was possessed last night, is there, like, biology to support that?

Student: Could I theoretically live forever if I drank infinite 5 hour energies.

Teacher: I have more glue sticks I just don’t put them out because the freshman eat them.

Student: drinking chocolate milk isn’t good for you it just like tragic.

Student: who do people even get stds, I can’t even get dms

Student: Tell me you’re kidding. Tell me you did not find my house by looking at snap maps. YOU HAVE MY ADDRESS!!!

Student: Hey you lived in Africa right? Does that mean you can say the n word?

Student: Someone threatened to open up my chest, piss in it, and close it back up.

Student: For how good I am at catching feelings, you’d think I’d be better at sports.

Student 1: I’m a Taurus. Student 2: I thought you were gay.

Student: So if I ate a tide pod then ate a t-shirt what would happen?

Student: Buddhism is just a series of vibe checks until eventually one works.

Student: why does bugs bunny have so much cleavage??

Student: Don’t underestimate snoopy you fucking heathen.

Teacher: So what you’re saying is when the okay boomer generation dies we won’t be racist anymore?

Student: Venus is in retrograde and that’s why Im not dealing with your bullshit.

Student: What is wrong with you. No sincerely. What made you think that eating a green banana is okay.

Teacher: You know Up? In the movie there’s this dog and when he’s talking then he’ll turn and say squirrel. That’s like me. I think I have adhd.

Student: you absolute tea drinking taxes liberal.

Student 1: if you see my cat run. She’s psycho. Student 2: Can I run her over with my tires?

Student 1: I will drive us through the gates of Shaw and into the water. Student 2: I hope we blow up underwater.

Student 1: Juxpositioning my rain boots with my lingerie. Student 2: those rhyme. Wait no they don’t!

Student: when he says he has a tenor recorder, but really we all know he only has a soprano recorder.

Student 1: you’re shoelaces are untied Student 2: I know. I hope I trip on it and die. Student 3:I felt that

Student: Every time I see a 9/11 ad I always pretend to have a panic attack.

Students chanting: Eat the rich. Eat the rich. Student 2: Rich, more like Bitch.

Student 1: UWU I’m going to lock you in my gas chamber Student 2: Primes flame thrower UWU

Student: I’m not Like other girls. I die on command

Studrnt1: Turkey bitch Student 2: she just called you a turkey bitch Student 1: yes you specifically are a Turkey bitch

Student: I will eat a bitches dick. Gobble gobble motherfucker.

Student 1: he opens my snaps in 10 seconds Student 2: that’s love

Student 1: My for you page is almost exclusively gays, theatre, and Percy Jackson at this point. Student 2: Those are all the same thing basically.

Student: I would have kicked so much ass freshman year if I wasn’t depressed.

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Student: Motzarella cheese is the pastel pink of the cheese world.

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Mothers know best

Summary: Since they have been kids, they have been best friends. Since they have been friends, their mothers wanted them to be together. After coming back from the east coast, Felicity takes over a position at Queen Consolidated, the company her best friend will soon take over from his father. Their mothers still push for them to be together, and they seem closer to that goal than ever because wedding bells are ringing. The only problem is that they both plan to get married to someone else.

Rating: Explicit

Previous chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6

Chapter 7 of 22: Querencia

= A place where we feel safe and that we draw our strength and inspiration from (Spanish)

Felicity lowered her nose and smelled at the steaming cup. The usual euphory stayed absent though as she was reminded once more that her mother had denied her the coffee she had wanted and really needed given the conversation they were having. With a sigh, Felicity took a sip and placed the cup on the couch table.

When she turned to her mother, she found Donna’s eyes still on her. The expression in her face was calm, but the worry was shining through. She almost looked at Felicity like she feared that she was going to start crying any second.

Felicity hadn’t cried much after the break-up with Carter. She had shed some tears, but those had mostly been tears of disappointment. She had looked forward to starting a new chapter in her life and realizing that this wasn’t going to happen had hurt. She had known that breaking up had been the right decision though which had made it a lot easier.

“Are you really okay?”

It was probably the hundredth time that her mother was asking this now. Felicity’s reassurances that she was really feeling alright didn’t seem to resonate with Donna at all. She guessed it was a typical attitude of mothers. They never stopped worrying about their children.

“Mom,” Felicity said softly. “I told you that I am alright.”

“You did.” Donna pursed her lips slightly. “But I am not sure I can believe you yet.”

Felicity bit back a sigh of her own. She knew that her mother only meant well, and she was probably really worried about her. The way her mother continued bugging her about the break-up and her feelings towards it now was the very reason why Felicity had taken a couple of days before telling her mother though.

With Oliver, it had been easier. She hadn’t told him at first either because she had needed time to process this herself and she hadn’t really wanted to talk about it with anyone. Even now she didn’t want to talk about it with anyone. Oliver had made it easy because the moment he had come back to her hotel room with that care package, he hadn’t talked to her about the break-up anymore.

Thinking about it now, Felicity didn’t know why she had thought that telling Oliver was a bad idea. Well, maybe she knew but it had just been stupid. Oliver had always found a way to distract her or comfort her or just give her whatever she had needed in a time of crisis.

“Mom, it really isn’t that much of a big deal,” Felicity repeated once more. “I know it should be a big deal because we were planning on getting married, but Carter and I have only been together for a couple of months. If we had broken up without being engaged, it wouldn’t be a big deal either.”

“But you did choose to get married,” Donna said firmly, “so it is a big deal, Felicity.”

Felicity sighed. She should have probably taken Oliver’s offer to come with her when she told her mother about the broken off engagement. He usually had the better rapport with his mother. Just like Oliver claimed that she got a better handle on his mother.

Telling her mother had something Felicity had felt she should do on her own though.

“Carter and I broke up by mutual agreement. There was no big fight. There was no puddle of tears.” Felicity shrugged her shoulders. “There were just two adults that realized they aren’t right for each other.”

Donna frowned, shaking her head slightly. Felicity knew that her mother didn’t understand it. She could see it in her face.

Her mother had been in love exactly one time in her life. Her love for Noah Kuttler, Felicity’s father, had blinded Donna to a point that she had put her life and the life of their daughter into his hands. She had trusted him, thinking he would love her as much as she had loved him. The pain she had felt when he had taken his stuff and just left them without a single word of warning. She had felt like her entire life had fallen apart.

For Felicity it was different though. Carter had been supposed to become a part of her life. He had never been supposed to become her entire life though. Her sun hadn’t dawned just because Carter was no longer a part of her future.

“But what exactly happened?” Donna asked. “I don’t understand it, Felicity. Everything has been alright when you two left the engagement party that night and suddenly you are breaking up? Something must have happened.”

Once more Felicity wished that she had coffee. It helped her focus which would certainly be helpful here right now as she was sure that this conversation wouldn’t find an end soon. Her mother would continue to drill her with questions.

“On our way back to Carter’s apartment, everything was alright at first,” Felicity replied honestly. “Carter and I were talking. Everything was fine.”

Felicity remembered that they had even talked about their wedding some more. They had considered possible locations which they had known they had to pick soon if they wanted to make sure that they got the location they wanted.

“At his apartment, I went to the bathroom first and already got into my pajamas,” Felicity recalled. “When I got back into the bedroom, Carter was sitting on the edge of the mattress. He looked preoccupied, so I asked what was going on and somehow the conversation ended with both of us realizing that we shouldn’t get married. I organized myself a room at a hotel and moved out. End of the story.”

Donna narrowed her eyes at Felicity, and she didn’t have to say it for Felicity to know that Donna wanted to call bullshit on the story Felicity had told. She probably noticed that there was something missing in there, but Felicity wasn’t ready to talk about that yet. Even if she was, the last person she wanted to talk to about that was her mother.

“That doesn’t help me to decide whether or not I need to kick Carter’s ass now.”

Felicity smiled. She and her mother might have had their difficulties when it came to their relationship. All Donna had ever wanted to do was protect her daughter. Felicity knew that.

“There is absolutely no reason to kick Carter’s ass,” Felicity replied. “We aren’t a match for each other, but that nobody’s fault. Neither of us is angry with the other, so you shouldn’t be angry with him either.”

Donna looked at Felicity urgently for a moment longer. She still didn’t seem to be exactly sure whether or not she should believe Felicity.

“Besides,” Felicity added, figuring that she should lighten up the mood now, so she could change the subject as soon as possible, “I already promised Oliver that he could punch Carter in the face if I changed my mind.”

Donna perked up her eyebrows slightly. There was an almost hidden smile playing around her eyes as she watched Felicity closely. She lifted her cup of tea to her lips and took a sip. All the time, her eyes stayed on Felicity’s face.

“Oliver knows about the break-up?”

Felicity nodded. Any other mother would probably be angry that she had told someone else about this before she had told her mother. With Donna, it was different though. She was always happy if her daughter confided in Oliver.

The thought that Donna could happily go back to envisioning Felicity’s future to be with Oliver now crossed Felicity’s mind. She quickly pushed that thought away though. Her engagement hadn’t lasted long enough, but with Oliver getting married to McKenna soon, that crazy dream was hopefully going to be buried forever soon.

“He found out the day we met to plan his wedding,” Felicity said. “He came to visit me at Carter’s apartment, so Carter told him. He took care of me that night.”

“Oh?!”

“Not like that, Mom!” Felicity said, shaking her head vehemently and rolling her eyes. “Oliver just came by. I told him what happened. He got me ice cream and wine and some other stuff and we watched movies all night until I fell asleep.”

“Well, Oliver has always been a really good friend for you.”

Felicity nodded her head, smiling softly. There really was nobody that could have been as good a friend as Oliver was. It was why all those years that they had spent apart, nobody had managed to replace him as her best friend. She just hadn’t found a connection like that with anyone else yet, and maybe she never would.

“Oliver is just the best.”

“Yes, he is,” Donna agreed, nodding her head. “And he’s going to be the best son-in-law too.”

“For Mr. and Mrs. Hall, yes.”

“Who knows.” Donna cocked her head. “A lot can happen in a month.”

Felicity pinched her mother’s side, but both women were chuckling in amusement. As much as Donna insisted on this possibility, Felicity knew that her mother was very well aware that this wasn’t going to happen once more.

“Stop that,” Felicity said and took another sip of her tea. “Oh, and please don’t ever mention something like that in front of McKenna.”

Donna perked up her eyebrows. “Trouble in paradise there too?”

Felicity thought back to the conversation she had had with McKenna the day she had first met her after coming back to Starling. McKenna had seemed really insecure about the friendship that connected Felicity with Oliver. She didn’t want her to feel any more threatened, especially now that she was no long engaged to Carter.

“No,” Felicity replied, shaking her head. “I just think that a bride-to-be doesn’t want to hear something like that, even though it’s just a tease. I am trying to be friends with her, but it’s not easy to be friends with someone who thinks you could possible be a threat to your relationship.”

Donna nodded slowly before she put her cup of tea to the couch table. With a quiet sigh, she lifted her hands in a gesture of surrender.

“I will be nice,” she said then and her smile widened, “though I actually have proof that Oliver already is my son-in-law.”

When Donna got up, Felicity groaned. She already suspected what was going to come now.

“Mom, please,” she pleaded. “Not the photo albums.”

Donna chuckled without replying to Felicity’s request. She kneeled down in front of the drawers of the cabinet and one of the photo albums out. She already searched for the right photos that she wanted to show to Felicity.

“Ah, here it is!”

Smiling widely, Donna sat down next to Felicity. She pushed the photo album closer to Felicity, so she could take a look at it too.

“Oh god.” Felicity chuckled at the sight of the old photos. “That’s-“

“-romantic?”

“I would have said disturbing.” Felicity shot her mother a pointed glare before she looked at the photos once more. “Really disturbing to be honest.”

The entire double page was filled with photos of her and Oliver. Oliver was wearing a suit that was way to big for him, while Felicity was wearing a white dress. It was probably meant to be a short dress, but it was too long for Felicity, so it actually reached the floor. In her hand she was carrying a bouquet of tulips with the dirty bulbs still attached to it and a long scarf was wrapped around her head. Felicity guessed it was supposed to look like a veil.

Felicity shook her head in disbelief. She had so many good memories about her childhood with Oliver. She really couldn’t remember ever getting married to Oliver though. She had probably blocked out that memory.

“When did this happen?”

Again, Felicity shook her head. She was unable to look away from those photos though. She and Oliver were smiling at each other happily, their fingers laced together. Still, it felt incredibly weird to see them like that.

“It was during our first months here,” Donna said with a reverent smile. “Moira and I were sitting on the terrace, drinking tea and chatting. You and Oliver had gone inside to play there. At least that was what we assumed. Then you came back outside, all dressed up like that with the clothes you had stolen from Moira’s and Robert’s wardrobes. You told us that you had just gotten married and that you would be together forever.”

Felicity scrunched up her nose slightly and sucked in a deep breath. Although she was seeing this with her own eyes, she couldn’t really believe this had really happened.

When she remembered her childhood with Oliver, she remembered running through the garden, hiding in the forest and exploring the house. They had always sought adventure. Getting married really didn’t fit in her memory.

“To be fair,” Donna said after a moment, “I think you said you wanted to be together forever as friends.”

Donna sighed softly like it physically hurt her to admit this. Just like Felicity had blocked out this entire memory, Donna had probably blocked out the memory of this little addition as friends.

“It’s crazy how long ago all of this is already,” Felicity said with a sigh. “Since I am back in Starling, I just realized how old I’ve gotten.”

Donna chuckled, patting her daughter’s knee. “I hope you are not that old yet because that would mean that I am ancient.”

Donna turned the page of the album to reveal a page with photos of the two of them together here in this house. In the background, Felicity could see the process of their moving process being secured forever. Though Donna was still very young in the photos, Felicity didn’t miss that glint of worry and sadness in her eyes. It had been in her mother’s eyes for years after Noah had left.

Smiling, Felicity linked her arm with her mother’s and leaned closer to her. With a sigh, she even rested her head on her mother’s shoulder.

“I think you made the best decision you could have made by moving to Starling,” Felicity said. “I couldn’t have wished for a better place to grow up.”

Donna stroked her hand over her daughter’s forearm. “I am glad that we can agree to this. I had imagined a different childhood for you, but, measured by the result, I’d say it’s not too bad, right?”

“Not bad at all.” Felicity chuckled. “Otherwise, I wouldn’t have come back to Starling now. It’s the right place for me. It’s my home.”

There was a long moment of silence as they both let those words sink in. Felicity knew that Donna had always felt like she had stolen a part of Felicity’s childhood by uprooting their entire lives. Maybe, for a short time, it had felt like that for Felicity too, but she hadn’t needed long to see all the good things Starling had been able to offer her.

“Speaking of home,” Donna said eventually, “have you considered where you want to live from now on? You can’t stay in a hotel forever.”

With a sigh, Felicity lifted her head from her mother’s shoulder and nodded her head. Moving into the hotel had been the only solution after she and Carter had broken up. He had offered her to stay for as long as she needed until she had found something new, but it had felt wrong to her. A clean break had seemed the more appropriate way.

The hotel room Felicity was living in was certainly nice, but Felicity couldn’t say that she was feeling comfortable there. She had never been the kind of person to enjoy any stay at hotels. She had even preferred a vacation at home because she just didn’t like the anonymity and cleanness of a hotel room.

“I actually contacted a realtor to look into cozy townhouses around here,” Felicity said. “I think that’s what I want for now. Then, in a few years, I can still change my mind.”

“Yes. Of course.” Donna nodded her head. “And if you need a place to stay, you know that you are always welcome here.”

“Thank you, Mom, but I think it’s best to move somewhere new and somewhere that’s really my place. I need to look forward now.” Felicity sighed. “I just hope that it won’t take too long until I find something.”

Donna took another few sips of her tea before she cocked her head at Felicity and asked, “Why don’t you ask Moira and Robert to help you? They have contacts everywhere. I am sure they know someone who can help you find something.”

Felicity couldn’t deny that that was true. Sometimes, it felt like Robert and Moira knew everyone in Starling. They certainly knew everyone that mattered, so Felicity was sure that asking them for help would increase her chances of finding something soon.

Still, she shook her head. “No.”

“Why not?” Donna asked. “I know they wouldn’t mind. They-“

“They did so much for me already,” Felicity said. “I mean I wouldn’t where I was today if it wasn’t for them. They payed for the private schools I attended. They payed for MIT. They offered me a job now.”

“Because you worked your ass off to expand your skills,” Donna said firmly. “Robert hired you because he knows that you are the best that can happen to his company. He’d be sad if he thought that you weren’t feeling like he took you serious.”

Felicity puckered her lips slightly, lowering her eyes. She knew he mother was right. Robert had always seen her as his daughter, but he had always made clear that his admiration for her talents and skills had nothing to do with the fatherly feelings he had for her. He had employed her because, as a man of business, he had known that it was the right decision for the company.

“I know that,” Felicity said eventually, almost whispering the words, “and I know that they would help me without any hesitation if I asked them. I just think it’s time to stand on my own two feet. I have leaned on them for long enough.”

From the expression in her mother’s face, Felicity knew that she didn’t agree with it. Instead of voicing her opinion, Donna just released a long breath and nodded her head though.

“Alright,” she said. “If that’s what you want, then you try it on your own. You will tell me if you need any help though, right? I can come with you to view the houses if you want me to. I mean it’s probably nicer to do this together than doing it alone.”

Felicity smiled gratefully and squeezed her mother’s hand. She appreciated her mother’s willingness to help while accepting that Felicity had her own ways to do things at the same time.

That Felicity wanted to rather do this on her own was something she would just keep to herself for a while longer. If she was lucky, she had found a new place to live in before her mother would ask her about it the next time.

“I am just happy you decided to stay in Starling despite your engagement being broken off,” Donna said eventually. “I would understand if you left, but it would be a pity.”

“I came to Starling to take that position at QC. It was a lucky coincidence that Carter was still living here,” Felicity explained. “Besides, there is a lot keeping me here in Starling. I have my job. I have you. I have Tatsu and Akari.”

“And Oliver.”

Felicity nodded her head, whispering, “And Oliver.”

* * *

The moment the school bell rang, children were already running outside to where their parents were waiting for them. They almost looked like they couldn’t await to get away from the property as quickly as possible.

Most kids had been like that in Felicity’s childhood too. She remembered very well how she couldn’t have packed her school bag too slowly enough, so she could just spend more time at school. Unlike all of her classmates, she had always enjoyed school. From kindergarten to high school, she couldn’t have spent enough time there.

Obviously, her little goddaughter shared Felicity’s loved for school though. While all the others kids had come running out, it took some time before Akari let the building too. She was strolling down the plastered path to where Felicity was waiting for her, smiling like a Cheshire cat.

“Hi, Felicity.”

“Hey.”

With a smile, Felicity took Akari’s backpack from her. It was quite heavy considering that Akari was still a little girl. If Felicity was estimating her goddaughter correctly, she probably didn’t want to leave a single book in school over the weekend. Maybe had five minutes to take a look into one of the books. She didn’t want to miss that chance.

“How was school?” Felicity asked. “You look happy. Did you get the biology test back that you learned for so much?”

“Nope.” Akari’s smile widened even more and her eyes filled with the same expression of admiration and amazement that Felicity knew from herself when she was talking about computers. “But my math teacher presented a project to us today. I am really excited about it. She said it’s going to be a lot of work, but I think it will be a lot of fun.”

Felicity smiled, amazed by Akari’s joy about this. Most kids didn’t know what privilege it was to learn so much. They wanted to spend their time playing with their smartphones or whatever. Girls like Akari, who enjoyed school and had an inexhaustible thirst for knowledge were rare she guessed.

“Maybe it’s going to be both,” Felicity said. “It could be fun and a lot of work at the same time.”

“But mostly fun.”

“Yeah, that’s probably right. Work is only half as exhausting if you are having fun doing it.” Felicity chuckled and nodded towards her car. “Come on. You can tell me everything about this project on our drive home.”

Akari nodded, and both of them turned to the car already. They only managed to take two steps before someone behind them called for them.

“Excuse me!” the light voice called. “Sorry, just a second please!”

Felicity stopped and turned around to see a dark-haired woman rushing towards them. Frowning, she looked at Akari.

“Who’s that?”

“She’s my class teacher,” Akari replied. “Mrs. Sanchez.”

Felicity frowned slightly. “Hey, if you are in trouble, now would be the time to tell me.”

Akari rolled with her eyes. “I am a good student. I am never in trouble.”

Instead of telling Akari that even the best of students could get into trouble at school, Felicity just released a vacuous sound. She herself had been a good student too, but she had gotten into trouble a couple of times. Oliver had always insisted that it had been his fault though, and that had always gotten her out of any trouble. He was just believed easily as Oliver had indeed been in trouble a lot during his childhood and youth.

Before Felicity could tell Akari any of that, Mrs. Sanchez had already caught up on them though. She was breathing heavily as she had her hand reached out for Felicity.

“Hi,” she said, trying to catch her breath. “I am Mrs. Sanchez. I am-“

“Akari’s class teacher,” Felicity took over to give the teacher some time to breathe. “I am Felicity Smoak. I am a good friend of Tatsu.”

“And my godmother.”

Felicity winked at Akari before she turned back to Mrs. Sanchez with a nod of her head. “Exactly. I pick her up from school today.”

Mrs. Sanchez fanned herself with her hand before she nodded her head. With one last deep intake of breath, she seemed to have gained control back over herself.

“Mrs. Yamashiro told us so,” Mrs. Sanchez explained. “I was just wondering if you had a second for me.”

Felicity frowned slightly, but it didn’t last long. Turning to Akari, she smiled at her.

“Hey, Sweetie, do you want to go play for a bit?”

Akari shot a brief glance at her teacher. Then she chuckled, turned around and left though. Felicity kept an eye on where she way playing at the climbing wall even when she turned to Mrs. Sanchez again.

“Is Akari in trouble?” Felicity asked. “Did something happen or-?”

“Oh, no.” Mrs. Sanchez smiled softly. “Akari is a great student and an amazing, little girl. She’s not in any trouble. It’s quite the opposite actually.”

Felicity perked up her eyebrows. “Which means?”

Mrs. Sanchez looked back over her shoulder to watch Akari for a moment. When she looked back at Felicity, she sighed.

“I always think it’s a terrible thing to say for a teacher because it feels like a failure,” she explained, “but I really think that school alone isn’t enough to challenge Akari. She’s a really smart girl and she’s got an incredible talent for math. She loves solving math problems, and she is very good at it too. I think that maybe, if she gets some additional advancement outside of school, her skills could be much more promoted.”

Felicity looked at Akari and smiled proudly. Akari wasn’t her child and Felicity hadn’t done much to help her becoming the girl she was today. Still, she felt incredibly proud at the mention of Akari’s intelligence.

“I know that it’s not going to be easy. Akari is living in the Glades, right?”

Felicity nodded. “It’s a street at the fringe of the Glades. It could as well be Pennytown. I fear it’s in the Glades though, yes. It’s why her mother asked me to pick her up from school. She shouldn’t go home alone.”

Mrs. Sanchez nodded. “A lot of kids that grow up there don’t get the chances they need. We try to help making a difference, but it just doesn’t work as well as we were hoping for so far. The school misses the money that is necessary, and we don’t have enough teachers either. Nobody wants to work around here, knowing the background these kids are coming from.”

Felicity bit down on her bottom lip, unsure what to say or whether she should say something in the first place. She knew that the Glades weren’t safe, and she also knew that kids living here grew up under the worst conditions. Often, they weren’t given a chance just because of where they had grown up.

“Don’t worry about that,” Felicity said firmly. “Mrs. Yamashiro I will take care of this.”

Mrs. Sanchez smiled happily. “Thank you. It’s good Akari has people in her life who help her enhancing her abilities.”

Felicity just smiled in response, so the teacher nodded her head one last time before she turned around and left to go back inside. On her way, she waved to Akari, who waved back at her with a happy smile.

While Akari continued to play on the swing, Felicity watched her. It was amazing what a happy girl she was. Happy and smart wasn’t a combination that there was often in kids Felicity figured. At least she herself had had troubles with combining both for a short time in her childhood.

She and Akari were quite similar. They were both very smart even though they were kids. They were both growing up with a single mother who tried to do everything to give them a happy childhood.

If it hadn’t been for Moira and Robert, Felicity would have probably grown up at a place like the Glades too. She remembered faintly that, when her father had left, her mother had been sitting at the kitchen table one morning, crying at the phone that the only place they could go was the trailer park in the outskirts of Vegas. Back when she had been a child herself, Felicity hadn’t understood it, but thinking back about it now, she actually feared that it had been the home of a lot of prostitutes Donna might have meant.

Thinking about the lengths her mother would have gone to just for Felicity not to starve still made a shiver run down the length of her spine now. The love of a mother to a child was something Felicity doubted anyone could understand that didn’t have a child of their own.

Felicity knew that Tatsu wasn’t in the same situation as her own mother had been. Tatsu’s situation had always been quite different from Donna’s. Even now, Felicity knew that Tatsu would be able to handle this herself. Felicity wanted to help in this though.

Robert and Moira had made sure that her father’s action wouldn’t take away Felicity’s chances of being great. Without them, she wouldn’t be where she was today. If she could give back some of that for another little girl who needed some assist-starting, Felicity would do so.

Pulling her phone from the pocket of her coat, she quickly typed a note into it. As soon as she was back in her hotel room tonight after the first viewings, she would check for recent programs to support girls that were interested in STEM. She knew there were a lot of those. Especially these last years that people had started realizing that STEM could as well be a thing that girls were good at, a lot of new organizations like that had formed.

After a short hesitation, Felicity added a second note. Queen Consolidated was one of the best-known companies in Starling. Since science was their business, they could as well do something for the encouragement of young girls. Maybe one day they would find a talent and the fact that they had encouraged that woman when she had still been a girl would make her work for them and take the company to another level of success. Everything was possible.

Even if they just encouraged a single girl to try STEM, it would be worth it. Felicity knew it.

“Felicity, can we go now?” Akari called from the swing. “I am getting hungry.”

Felicity smiled and pushed her phone back into the coat, replying, “Yes, we can go. Come on.”

As they walked towards the car, Akari started telling Felicity everything about the math problem. Her babbling took some unexpected turns here and there, but Felicity could deal with it. Compared to her own thoughts that she sometimes lost track of herself, Akari’s thoughts were as straight as the lines on a sheet of paper.

For a long time, Felicity continued to listen to Akari. Only half the drive to the bistro where they were supposed to meet Tatsu was over before Akari seemed to be finished with presenting the project to Felicity. If her math teacher had been half as enthusiastic as Akari had been, Felicity was sure that a lot of students would join in on the project.

“Math is really cool,” Felicity said. “In high school, I was Washington’s three-time state Mathematics Champion.”

“Cool!” Akari said.

Felicity smiled, winking at her in the rearview mirror. “Yes, it was very cool.”

It wasn’t that cool that she hadn’t been allowed to apply for the challenge once more in freshman year, but Felicity kept that to herself for now. It was still a sore spot for her, and she hadn’t been able to talk about anything else for at least a month after the principal had informed her about that.

“Did you always like math?”

Felicity nodded her head. “I did. Even before I was in school, I always did my best friend’s math homework. He was a year older than I was, so he had to start school a year before I did. I was always bored when he was at school, so I always waited for him to come home, so we could play together again. When it took him too long to do his homework, I did it for him.”

Akari chuckled. “Sounds like fun.”

“Oh, it was a lot of fun,” Felicity agreed. “I did his math homework most of the time. Unfortunately, it showed in his grades whenever he had a math test.”

“What did you do?”

“I started teaching him math.”

“And did it help?”

Felicity laughed, shaking her head. “No, absolutely not. Oliver just had no talent for math at all. I mean I got him from an E to a D, but that was it. He never got better.”

To be fair, Felicity had never gotten better at PE either, and Oliver had really tried hard to help her through that class. If he hadn’t been two heads taller than her, maybe he could have taken her PE tests for her.

* * *

“I’d say if this isn’t the right one either, we are ending the search for tonight,” Felicity said as she stepped next to her realtor. “I am a little bit tired to be honest.”

“I never view more than five properties a day with a client anyway,” the realtor whose name Felicity had forgotten. “There are a lot of impressions to process as it is.”

Felicity nodded her head as she couldn’t agree more. The first three properties she had seen today hadn’t been what she had been looking for. They had fitted the criteria she had told the realtor on the phone. From the moment of stepping into the townhouses, she had known that she wouldn’t feel at home there. It wasn’t rational. It was just a feeling.

Looking at the forth property now, she felt a little bit more confident that maybe this one would work for her. The house was almost a little bit hidden behind a big tree. The brick front was painted in a light beige. The door as well as the frames of the windows were painted in a dark grey that matched the stones of the path that led to the front door.

Felicity couldn’t say what it was, but something about the house just resonated with her. This could really work for her.

“The house was built in the early 1940s,” the realtor explained, “but there had been a gutting and redevelopment in 2017. There are three bedrooms and two and a half bathrooms. The garden at the back of the house needs some maintenance since the house hadn’t been lived in these past eight months, but a good gardener can do this in no time.”

“Sounds promising,” Felicity said optimistically. “I’d say we take a look inside.”

“Gladly.”

The realtor handed the keys over to Felicity. With large steps, she walked to the door and unlocked it. As she opened the door, Felicity felt her optimistic feeling increasing. Dark wood panels welcomed her.

“Is this the original hardwood floor?”

Felicity didn’t know why she asked that. Even if it wasn’t the original floor, she didn’t care about it. It looked nice and that was all that really mattered to her.

“Yes.” The realtor stepped inside behind Felicity and nodded her head. “It was refurbished, but it’s still the original floor.”

Under the sharp eyes of the realtor, Felicity viewed the house. She went from room to room, taking everything in thoroughly. She only listened to what the realtor was telling her slightly. It was the first property today that spoke to her itself. It didn’t need a realtor to speak on its behalf.

The dark wood panels were in every room. Others might hate it, but Felicity loved it. The rooms were spacious and the big windows offered a lot of natural light. The walls were all painted in light shades of grey.

The kitchen was enormous and there was a lot of expensive equipment there. Since Felicity didn’t cook, it didn’t really matter to her. At least she knew that she could leave the boxes of her daily takeout on the kitchen counters for at least a month before there wasn’t any more room on the kitchen counters to put them.

The modern bathrooms with the rain showers and large bathtubs made a really good impression though. A small walk-in closet at the master bedroom offered some additional room to put clothes away. The window sills in the bedrooms were particularly broad, so Felicity could cushion them and use them as a little reader’s corner. There was even a fireplace in the living room which would allow her to feel particularly warm and comfortable on cold winter evenings.

The look outside into the garden confirmed what the realtor had said before. The garden did need some maintenance, but it could really be done easily. There was a nice place to spend warm summer nights then. The terrace invited to spend time with friends there.

Felicity couldn’t say what this house had what the others hadn’t had. All she knew was that she was feeling at home here or like this could be her home. She hadn’t been able to feel the same way about any of the other properties.

Though it was so very different from Donna’s house, this house still reminded her of her childhood. She had had a happy childhood despite everything, so living at a place that remembered her of her childhood felt like a good choice. It did hold the quiet promise that maybe this would work for Felicity. This really could be her home.

“You barely said anything,” the realtor stated when they arrived back in the kitchen where their viewing had started. “I don’t know if that is a good sign or a bad sign.”

Felicity took another look around the kitchen. It was the room she could envision the least when it came to living here. Still, even in the kitchen she knew where she wanted to place her coffee machine and where she wanted to keep all the menu cards from the takeaway restaurants around.

“It’s a good sign,” she said, looking at the realtor again. “If I buy this house, when could I move in?”

“Tomorrow. Basically.”

Felicity reached out her hand without hesitation. There hadn’t been a lot of decisions she had been sure of lately. This one was made easily though. She just knew it was right. The realtor needed a second to process the situation, but she accepted Felicity’s hand quickly.

“I’ll take it,” Felicity said.

“The price is-“

“I will pay whatever the owner asks for,” Felicity said firmly. “It’s a beautiful house, and it’s worth every penny that could be demanded for it.”

While the realtor left the house to call the owner from the front porch, Felicity strolled through the rooms once more. Without the realtor following her, Felicity could see her future here even more clearly. She could see where she would place her furniture and where she needed a flower or some photos.

If she really focused, she could even see herself lying on the couch in front of the fireplace, watching a movie and cuddling with the dog.

Maybe now was the right time to buy a dog. She had always wanted a dog, but she had never dared to buy one. She didn’t have much time aside from her work. Since she was becoming kind of her own boss soon though, this might be the right time to finally get a dog.

Whether or not a pet would be a possibility in the next months, Felicity knew that this was where she wanted to live. She could be happy here. She knew that much and for now that was all that really mattered.

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what-stop-the-presses-rly-means · 6 years ago

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Bye, Bye, Sugar Blue Eyes part 4

Race x female reader modern au

Part 1, 2, 3, x, 5, 6

Warnings: some mild swearing

A/N: I’m sorry this took forever to update, but I have parts of the next 2 chapters already done so it shouldn’t take so long in the future

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So now that brings us to the present. One month in and I’m slowly and steadily becoming my role in this home. I was starting to feel somewhat like a member of this odd family. And that meant becoming more comfortable around here. Which, in turn, meant that we could laugh and goof around, but I also called them out on their bullshit when needed. Becoming a figure in this household meant that I saw everyone in it at their best and at their worst. Thankfully, there wasn’t much of the latter lately. In fact, it was almost a time of celebration.

It was currently 1:07 am and I was busy in the kitchen in full-on planning mode. And because of this, I didn’t hear the door open.

“Hey, what are you doing on my turf so late at night? On your day off, in fact.”

I dropped the wooden spoon I had been holding and whipped around. There stood Albert in his PJ’s, running a hand through his messy hair and smirking at me.

“Jeez, don’t scare me like that. I almost dropped everything.” I turned back to the bowl. “If you must know, I’m making a cake for Ben’s birthday tomorrow.”

“Ben?” He looked confused. “Oh! Bugs.”

I rolled my eyes. “Yes, ‘Bugs.’ I refuse to call him by that awful nickname. So he has a bit of an overbite, so what? He looks nothing like Bugs Bunny.”

Albert chuckled. “It’s all in good fun. If he truly didn’t like it, we’d all stop calling him that.” He rested his elbows on the counter opposite of me, staring into the bowl. “So what do you mean you’re making him a cake? That wasn’t on the grocery list.” He glanced over at a piece of paper tacked to the wall. “And it definitely wasn’t in the budget.”

I wiped my hands on my apron before looking up at him pointedly. “Yeah, I heard that those boys don’t ever really get an authentic birthday party each year. It damn near broke my heart. So I took it upon myself to change that. I bought all of this with my own money. Ben’s going to have a legitimate celebration tomorrow. Ten years old is an important milestone.”

Albert looked surprised to say the least. “That’s very generous of you. But you don’t have to do that. We do little things for the boys on their birthdays. I let them pick what we have for dinner and they choose which movie everyone watches that night. It’s not much, but it’s all we can do.”

My eyes softened a little. “I understand. It’s heartbreaking when you can’t give the people you love everything they deserve. But I’m sure they all know you guys try your best. And I didn’t mean to sound accusatory or anything. I just wanna do my part in making their lives as ‘normal’ as possible.”

Albert grabbed a tea kettle and started filling it with water. “Well, thank you. I’m sure they’ll love it. But I have to warn you, after tomorrow each of them is gonna be expecting the same treatment on their birthdays.”

I smiled. “I know. And that’s why I’ve decided to put back a little money from every paycheck I get so I can make it happen.”

Albert paused, causing the kettle to overflow a bit.

“Shit!” He set about drying off the counter with a nearby rag and set the kettle on the stove, turning to me. “You’d really do that?” I nodded. “That’s… wow. I’ll be honest with ya, I didn’t really know what to expect from you when you first moved in. Don’t get me wrong, you seemed nice enough, and the boys really took a liking to ya. But I wasn’t sure you’d fit in so quickly and so easily.”

He looked down at his hands, which were fiddling with an old looking friendship bracelet on his wrist. “It’s been hard, you know? The last three months. Race has been my best friend since I was eleven years old, when I moved in here. I was so scared and lost; I thought I’d never be happy again. But then this curly haired boy with a dopey grin took me under his wing. He taught me that life is so much more than 1’s and 0’s, black and white, happy and sad. And for the first time I felt like I could talk about what happened to my parents and the events that led up to me coming here.” He smiled slightly. “Race never took life too seriously. He always said that we’d already lived out all the scary parts, so all that was left was adventure and happy memories to come. And dammit if I didn’t believe him wholeheartedly.” The kettle whistled and he turned around.

I could hear him sigh. “But then his dad got sick and he had to leave. And don’t take this as me saying you did something wrong or that you aren’t good enough. Quite the opposite, actually. I just didn’t know it would be this hard to be away from my friend again.” He turned back, holding two mugs, and handed one to me with a smile. “But if we were to have anyone else here, taking care of the boys… I’m glad it’s you.” He clinked his glass to mine.

“Thanks, Al.” We stood in comfortable silence for a moment, drinking our tea. Then he glanced at all of the items on the counter before laughing.

“Okay, I know we’re all on a budget around here so I won’t scold you for getting a box cake mix, but I will share a couple secrets to make it seem like it’s homemade.” I furrowed my brow as he collected a few things from the cabinets.

“My Nonna would kill me if she knew I was allowing this to happen, but I, too, have made cake from a box once or twice.”

“Your Nonna sounds like a gem.”

He snickered at that. “Oh, yeah, she’s a saint. Though if she were to ever meet you she’d tell you that you were wearing the neckline of a hooker and devil’s makeup. But then she’d pinch your cheeks and feed you tiramisu, so you take the good with the bad.” I let out a loud laugh.

“My lips are sealed about the cake, but I’ll take any and all verbal abuse if I can eat anything made by the wonderful woman that taught you how to cook.”

He smiled sheepishly. “So, when making a chocolate cake you’re gonna want to throw in an extra egg and always use butter, even if it says to use oil.” I did as I was told. “Good. Now if you really wanna bring out the flavor, I like to add some instant coffee into the mix.”

An hour later I was frosting the cake as Al leaned on the counter, face in his hand and eyes drooping.

“Hey, I got it from here. Go back to bed. You have the weekend shift and can’t afford to fall asleep while on duty. One of the boys might set something on fire out of sheer dumb luck.”

“Oh, and I’m sure all the added sugar from, I don’t know, a cake won’t have anything to do with that,” he said with a yawn. I lightly smacked his shoulder as he walked past.

“Hey, Al?” He turned back to me with sleepy eyes. “Race was right, in a way. Sure, you can’t guarantee that the rest of your life will be all happy moments. But the boys care about you, and you have amazing friends, and a family that loves you so much. And a grandma that can cook circles around Gordon Ramsey, and is probably tougher than him, too,” I laughed. “Life may not be perfect; it may not be all you had hoped. But keep surrounding yourself with those people and you won’t even be able to tell the difference.”

He smiled warmly and nodded, then turned and left.

The next morning I allowed myself to sleep in, having finally gone to bed some time around 3 am. When I went downstairs it was fairly quiet. I checked to make sure no one had snuck a bite out of the cake in the fridge and made myself a cup of coffee. It was almost scarily quiet. That is, until Peter came running into the kitchen, skidding to a halt in front of me.

“Oh! Mornin’, Miss (Y/N)! I was just looking for the paper towels. I accidentally knocked over the vase by the front door. But don’t worry! Nothing’s broken.”

I cracked a smile. “Not a problem, Sweet Pea. It’s good that you’re taking initiative and helping out by cleaning up your mess.” I handed him the roll. “It’s super quiet this morning.”

“Yeah, the older boys are doing their Sunday paper route. They’re usually not back until lunchtime.”

“Oh yeah, I forgot they did that.”

“I wish I was old enough to have a job,” he sighed. I smiled down at him.

“You will be soon enough. For now, enjoy being a kid. Where your only responsibilities are going to first grade and having fun. And you’ve already exceeded those expectations by helping with some of the chores, and we’re all very thankful for that.” After contemplating that for a second, he looked pretty proud of himself. I ruffled his hair and sent him on his way.

I usually didn’t know what to do on my days off. Sometimes I would spend some time with nature and go to Central Park so I could get out of the house for a bit. Other times I would catch up with family and friends. But more often than not I’d find myself roaming around, not sure what to do. I was so used to having a list of things that needed done and watching after all the boys that even when I was off duty I found it hard to stop.

So today I took my coffee and the book I was currently reading and went out onto the front porch to enjoy the nice weather. I stopped short when I saw Rider sitting on the porch swing I had planned to sit on.

I haven’t talked to him much since that first day. I haven’t really had to since he’d stopped going out of his way to be a pain in the ass. But I had thought that since we had a mutual understanding, he would feel more open to talk about whatever has been bothering him. But he never really took me up on my offer. Not until today, that is.

I walked over to where he seemed deep in thought, startling him a bit. He looked down at the items in my hands.

“Oh, sorry. You can sit here, I’ll go.”

“No need. Can I join you? If not, that’s fine, I’ll sit somewhere else.” He paused for a moment, and then nodded once. So I sat on the opposite end of the swing, sipping my coffee. It was uncomfortably silent for a bit before I couldn’t stand it anymore.

“So how come you don’t do a paper route like the other boys?”

He scoffed. “That’s for kids. I’m not a kid. But Jack insists I’m not ‘mature enough’ for a real job yet. I think he’s afraid I’ll make enough money for a train ticket and run away or something.”

“I bet that’s frustrating. But can’t you see where he’s coming from? You haven’t exactly proven him otherwise.”

He let out an exasperated sigh. “I know. I know that I’m difficult. I know that I’m acting like some teen movie stereotype. But you gotta see things from my point of view.”

“Okay, then help me understand. I’m all ears.”

He looked unsure; glancing around to make sure no one was listening. “How often do you hear about teenagers getting adopted?”

“Well, Race and Albert weren’t adopted until they were sixteen. And now they have amazing families who love them dearly.”

“It’s just… I’m already that weird, loner, orphan boy at my school. If I keep it up for much longer, no one’s gonna want to date me.” I hadn’t been expecting that. And seeing how wide his eyes got, neither had he. He looked ready to run away, so I quickly continued the conversation.

“Don’t say that. I’m sure plenty of people want to date you.” His face flushed as he avoided eye contact. Realization dawned on me. “Unless you have a particular person in mind?” He didn’t respond, but as he hid his face in his arms it kind of gave it away. “That’s great! But you shouldn’t be so concerned about them not liking you because you live in an orphanage. If something so little drives them away, then they’re not worth your time. Because ‘orphan’ is not part of your identity. Sure, you may live here and you may have a grievous, less than perfect backstory… But that does not define you. When I look at you, I don’t see ‘weird, loner, orphan boy.’ I see a young man who is strong, who doesn’t back down from a fight, who isn’t afraid to speak his mind even if it may come out a little harsh at times. Not that I’m bitter about it,” I said sarcastically, earning a small laugh from him.

“I see someone who isn’t his past, but sure as hell has a bright future ahead of him. What was it that Race always said? ‘You’ve already lived out all the scary parts, so all that’s left is adventure and happy memories.’”

He looked shocked to hear me quoting Race. Or maybe he wasn’t used to having someone have faith in him. Either way, it was upsetting seeing how easily a few words had an effect on him. His eyes searched mine for a moment and then he looked down into his lap.

“Charlie.”

“What?”

“…That’s the name of the person I…like.”

He looked so nervous, almost as if he could break down right there. So I placed my hand on his.

“Then he is lucky such an amazing boy likes him.” His head snapped to the right, looking at me with tears in his eyes. I barely had enough time to smile before he lunged forward and wrapped his arms around me. This morning has been full of unexpected things, but this topped all of them. I hugged him back just as tight. I could hear him crying in my ear as he whispered, “Thank you.”

We stayed like that for a long time. But he must’ve been afraid one of the boys would see him in this emotional state so he eventually leaned back and scrubbed at his face.

“I, uh, have never said that out loud before. Not to Race, not even to myself.”

I nodded and rubbed his back. “Thank you for trusting me.”

“I-I’m just so afraid of having all these strikes against me: Orphan, Creep, Weirdo… Gay. I don’t know if I can handle it.”

“You don’t have to wear it all on your sleeve if you’re not ready. And don’t worry, I won’t tell a soul. But if you ask me, I think you’ll find yourself a lot happier and more relieved when you can be who you truly are. But work at your own pace. And, like I’ve said, you can always talk to me.”

“Thanks.”

“Hey, so I’m throwing Ben a birthday party tonight. Wanna help? But don’t tell the other boys, it’s a surprise. I’m keeping your secret, now you can keep one for me. It’s only fair,” I smirked at him.

He laughed. “Deal.”

Ben was surprised, to say the least. It warmed my heart to see the excitement on the young boy’s face when he saw all the decorations. I was afraid the other boys would be jealous, but they were just as excited for him. Everyone sang Happy Birthday with such enthusiasm. And when the cake was passed around, the dining room was filled with happy chatter. It was so nice seeing everyone finally happy. It seemed like such a daunting task. Turns out all it takes is a little communication and a lot of sugar.

By the time we all squeezed together in the living room to watch How to Train Your Dragon, Ben’s birthday movie choice, everyone seemed content. The movie had just started when Jack’s phone rang.

“Sorry, I’ll put it on si-“ He paused as he looked at the caller ID.

“What’s wrong?”

“Uh, nothing. I have to take this. I’ll be right back.” He got up and quickly went into his office. We all shrugged and turned back to the movie. I looked over at Rider who was sitting in one of the armchairs with Peter in his lap. He was wearing the newsboy cap Rider had given him that afternoon. “Now you can pretend you have a job like the older kids,” he had said. I couldn’t stop the wide grin that spread across my face if I tried.

A little while later, Jack slipped back into his seat, looking giddy. I gave him a questioning look.

“It’s nothing,” he whispered. “But if you think everyone’s happy now, just wait.”

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How To Tame A Superhero.

I felt a cool cold draft as I turn to see Superman staring down at me from the sky. He looks down with this serious look on his face and he was not happy with me it was very clear. He floats down from the sky as he lands on my veranda in cool temp. I walk over to him as he grabs my collar tightly.

“Who do I have to thank for the honor of seeing you here? “ I ask slyly. “I hear that you have some great power that you unleashed on the city. This is my home turf do not defy me again and don’t ever expect me to think twice about stopping you.” He says to me frankly.

I roll my eyes as he floats me back down as he lets go of my collar. He turns around as I launch a bullet at him. He turns to me angrily as he catches the bullet an it dissolve into gas. The gas surrounds him as he suffocates to the ground an I kick him. I pull him up as I kick him in the stomach an laugh at his pain.

I take his collar from the back of his cape pulling inside as I turn the lock close behind me. I sit on the bed staring at him as he manages with little help to look up. “Where did you get kryptonite from you bastard?” He ask me with a weak look. “Now Superman you like my power I can use anything to mold whoever I desire.” I say to him.

I look at him with such excitement as he fell to the ground face down.I turn him over as I close his eyes an watch as I touch his face with my hand. I kiss his lips more then once before I kick him again and I whisper my undying desire for him. I inject my blood into his ass

I pull out the needle for him as I watch him shake.“My love wake up now from that so called life you live and meet your new maker. He starts to stir lifting up off the floor an I push him into the nearest chair. He is rubbing his eyes as he begin to yawn before he sighs. “What is it with these people demanding me to always save the day?” He ask me.

He sits up staring at me waiting for an answer as I start actually feeling sorry for him. “You are not Clark are you?” I ask as he looks shocked that I knew he was not him. “Yes I know let me guess you are the amalgamation of Clark’s Id and subconscious”I say to him. I kiss him tenderly as he returns it back.

He looks in awe at me with a smirk as he felt something inside like he never has before. “Yes that is me my king and I am glad you know that.” He say to me seriously with no fear. “Let me guess you are the part of Clark’s he has suppress for so long till now. Well this who you are I knew it along no hero is really a hero.” I say to him.

Clark crawls a bit as he struggles but fights back out and he runs out of the window. He jumps over the veranda as he flies off in fear.

I laugh hysterically at him as he is faced by the worst fear ever. I sit on my chair in shear delight as I call all of Clark’s nemesis. I walk out of the apartment heading to Lex Corp.

I pull out a grabble hook as I throw it to main office and I climb up to the top of the building. I jump into the window as Lex was waiting for me. He claps his hands as if you

to say congrats but I beat you at your own game. I burst into crazy bout of laughter when his servant Marcy waltzes in.

I am so amaze as my new Slave Marcy pulls a gun on him. “Are you crazy Marcy?” He asks her.“Marcy belongs to me now Lex but don’t worry all of you will soon be going to same place.” I angrily say. I point as Marcy twist Lex on the elevator down. At the Lex Corp basement they joins all the other foes.

“Well thank you for coming you are making this so much easier for me. After tonight your greatest for will be no more then a bug under your feet.” I say as they all steal glances at each other. I stand by a long lever as I pull it the stand is shaking. It lifts up as the room has a time bomb about to go off.

They watch in horror as they it is reaching one before the explosion erupts. I satisfactorily enjoy the humongous display of fire an hide to see Supes reaction. Clark has finally arrived minutes too late as he sees the fire. He uses his super breath to extinguish it but they are all dead. He began to cry as tears formed in his eyes he was broken.

In minutes a loud scream breaks out shockingly out of his mouth shattering windows like a howl an he falls to his knees. I quickly jump into the helicopter parked on the roof as we jet off. I was in heaven because I was the one to break Superman. I relaxed in my grand hotel apartment as I felt a draft on me.

“Well look who it is fancy seeing you here again. Not too soon at all I might add but enlighten me why you are here.” I say knowing he will take my bait. “You win I try to fight you but I can’t win I am weak the mind truly is the most amazing organ. You are powerful beyond my words and I want to be yours.” He says.

I walk to him the former Superman strong in body but nothing but a husk is left. I walk towards his as he kneels at my feet grabbing my waist. “Look up at me man of steel stop the frowning an look at me you fool. This is what happens to people who play hero’s they are easily manipulated.” I drop the bomb of words to his shock.

He felt it as he looks up at me that was it sometime broke in his mind.He felt lighter as his thoughts are no more and he felt so fulfilled as he waited for commands. I put my hand on his head as he moans in pleasure. He felt the last pieces of freedom disappear and I hear a scream come outs as he cummed Clark Kent and Superman out.

“My name is Kal-el son of Master Lawrence and Superman is at all of your beck an calls forever. I am nothing but tool for serving you thank you for my freedom my king. My Id, subconscious and what was left of my conscience have been erased. I am all that matters an all that you want please don’t ever leave me.” He says.

I command him to rise to his feet as he pulls me into a kiss while he saw himself on the screen. He was utterly deplorable as the man of steel self proclaimed protector of the world. He rolls his eyes before destroying the television with one blast of his heat vision. He returns to my lips as he thinks about all the wasted years of his life.

He turns back into Clark Kent for a night out but looks so confused in the mirror. I take off his glasses an drop them to floor. “Break those glasses now.” I order him. He obey me with such ease as he looks at me and than back up. An he was so happy with what he sees in the mirror. We head out freeing a deep connection that he will always be very grateful for.

The end.

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holylulusworld · 6 years ago

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Paid Love – Part 8 - Let’s face reality

Request: Can request a multiple chapters or a series where Dean is a businessman he doesn't have a lot of time for dating and can't really have one nightstands because of his reputation so he gets on an escort service where he meets the reader a college student trying to pay for intuition. Later Dean and her falls in love.

Pairing: AUDean x Reader, Benny Lafitte, Jo Harvelle, Ellen Harvelle

Warnings: angst, break-up, heartbreak, arguments, sad reader, pregnant reader

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Sitting in the chair in Dean’s private office at his apartment you wonder why he wants to talk to you in here. You never talk or spend time in his office.

Over the last week, Dean was different something is bugging him, and you got no clue how to ask him what’s wrong.

“I need to tell you something important. Do you remember Lisa? From dinner last week?”

“How could I not? She’s the one breaking your heart and she called me a whore. No, a gold-digging whore, Dean. I never was more hurt before. I’m not a whore. I never had sex for money…never.”

“Listen. What she said was not okay, but she wasn’t totally wrong.”

“What do you mean not totally wrong?”

“That we don’t match. We do not come from the same world.” Dean says and you swallow hard.

“As I have to work for my study? I wasn’t born rich like you, but I always worked as hard as you for making my own money. I never accepted any of yours. I even…”

“I will go to the Benefit dinner with Lisa.”

“What do you mean with you will go to the event with her?”

“Lisa is more…she will fit in better…she’s used to this business stuff.”

“Oh, I’m too stupid or what? I’m studying economics and law. I have only A’s. So, you are telling me I got no clue about what to talk with businessmen?”

“That’s not what I meant. I know you are smart. Smart enough to understand that Lisa and I…”

“Lisa Braeden? The woman who left you for Gadreel. One of your business partners? Really? The woman who called me a whore. I was only with you…I’m not a whore!”

“Let’s face reality. We …us…that was never something too serious.” Dean says and your heart breaks.

“So, when you told to me you love me you lied.” You whisper sadly.

“Listen…it’s just … let me explain…”

“No need for that Mr. Winchester. I got the message loud and clear. I was never good enough for you. Not as Lisa. You and her match perfectly. You are great liars, both. Our business relationship is over. Lose my number and forget my name.”

“Wait…we can still…”

“Still what? That was just business as usual for you. I was just a gap filler until she showed up again. I wish you a successful business relationship with her.” You sob while tears are streaming down your face.

Leaving his penthouse you burst into tears. Facing reality is the hardest thing to do when you thought you are on cloud number nine…

The walk back to the apartment is almost unbearable. Two hours ago, you wanted to tell him the good news and now your heart is broken, and your soul is crushed.

Ignoring the worried looks of the people passing by you walk faster to reach your home. You will have to leave the expensive apartment too.

You can’t effort the money with your new not so well-paid job. For the first time since you quit at Ellen’s agency you wished you would’ve stayed.

But now you can’t go back not with the condition you are in. There’s no turning back. You need to find a new apartment and a way to move on.

----

“Hey, everything will be alright.” Jo tries but you shake your head. “Mom will for sure take you back.”

“I can’t work there anymore. I…Jo. I’m pregnant. After the dinner Dean and I... He forgot to use anything, and it just happened. We were a bit tipsy and now I’m alone. Without a well-paid job and he’s with that bitch again.”

“I’m so sorry. He seemed to be so nice. The way he looked at you.”

“Well, he’s a good liar, Jo. I was stupid enough to fall for his lies. Should’ve known better. He looked at me like I’m a cockroach. We are not from the same worlds.”

“Don’t tell me he said that?”

Sniffing you nod. “She is more his taste, I guess. I was such a fool.”

“We all make mistakes. I was in love with Brady. Remember that asshole? He tried to grab Charlie’s ass at the party after we got engaged. I’m a fool, Charlie was a fool and now you are a member of our club. Don’t worry. We support our members.”

“Thanks for coming around. I know you had a date with Charlie. I’m sorry.”

“Nah. I will make it up to her later.”

“Tell her I didn’t want to mess up your date night.”

“She will understand. Charlie loves you.”

“What shall I do now?”

“We will help you get through the day. Charlie’s neighbor is moving out. I will tell her to make sure that you get the apartment. It’s payable and we are close by to help you.”

“You’re the best, Jo.”

“I called mom. She told me that there’s still one big cheque waiting for you. I know you don’t want to work for her anymore, but she owes you the money.”

“Okay. I will call her tomorrow.”

“Shall I stay overnight?”

“No. Go home. Have fun with your girl.”

“Call me if you need us. Anytime, Y/N. Seriously. Just call and we are there.”

“Thank you, Jo. I think I will just lie down a bit and cry my eyes out.”

“Don’t do that! He’s not worth it.”

“I know…”

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Standing in your empty apartment Dean swallows hard. The landlord told him you moved out two weeks ago.

You couldn’t effort the rent any longer. You didn’t tell him so. You never wanted to take his money…

Seeing a torn picture lying on the floor he pics it up. His face is ripped away, but he can still see his arms around your waist and the smile in your eyes…

Putting it into his pocket he looks at the bed. He made love to you in this bed. Now it’s only a piece of random furniture abandoned and unwanted…

“Can we go, boss?” Benny asks looking around your empty apartment.

“She’s not here anymore,” Dean whispers.

“Well, what did you expect? You pushed her away. Why did you let Lisa blackmail you? I mean the girl never had sex with one of her clients. She was innocent and everyone would have believed you and her, not your ex. She believes you are with your ex again. If I were the girl I would’ve kicked your balls. What a pity. She was the first woman who didn’t was after you because of your money.”

“How do you know?”

“Well you wanted to pay for the dress she should wear for the dinner, but she gave me the money and I paid it.”

“She did? I…”

“Dean, she was the one and you let her slip through your fingers. What a loss. I really liked her. Smart, funny, nice and pretty. And what’s more important…she really loved you.”

“Benny…can you drive me to the escort service? I need to talk to her boss. Maybe she knows where Y/N moved to.”

“Sure. Why not bugging the girl even more? I mean breaking her heart wasn’t enough … right?”

“I can’t let her go, Benny.”

“You should’ve told her so before you broke up with her.”

“I didn’t break up with her. I just didn’t find the right words to explain the situation. Lisa didn’t leave me another choice, Benny.”

“Well. I hope she gives you a chance to explain. I in her position would kick your balls.”

Following Benny outside Dean brushes his fingertips over the picture in his pocket.

Remembering the day, he needs all his strength to not let the tears come out.

----

“What do you mean with you got no clue where she’s living now? She’s your employee!” Dean grunts.

“She quit her job after the second ‘date’ with you. I don’t know what happened after that date, but she looked confused. If you hurt her…” Ellen says.

“I didn’t hurt her! She quit? That’s the reason she couldn’t pay the rent for the apartment any longer. I didn’t know that.”

“Do you want someone else? Maybe someone offering a ‘special’ service?”

“No. I only want her…”

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aggresivelyfriendly · 7 years ago

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Mistletoe-

Little Holiday one-shot! Merry Merry!

He's just Harry in Holmes chapel: it's why he goes home as often as possible. Much as he loves his life- is thankful for his life, it's always a performance. He considers his trainers and socks before the gym far to much for instance. When he's home for Christmas, his mom has declared it a fitness free zone. Which he complains about, but secretly thrills at. His mom's baking, the excuse to overindulge, and rest. Real rest. Holmes Chapel is the softest place to land.

But after a few days, maybe five, he gets a little restless and the emails he sends himself, usually a list of people to send gifts to, what food to eat, what book to read, get a little boring. Even to him.

When he was younger the list usually included what friends to see. That had a lot to do with how early he had left the nest. Most of his peers had stayed through college, and they'd be home at the holidays from uni. There was often some kind of meet up at a pub, for instance for most of the time he was in the band on the rare occasion he made it home. But the last few years, when he has actually had time to come home, real time, not snatches stolen inspite of his schedule, his friends were not there. They are in new stages of life where they are too busy and too broke to come home.

It's why he nearly drops the bun he'd decided he needed for an excuse to go to Mandeville's. Truly, he just wanted to have his cheek pinched and his bum smacked by Mary, but he had to at least make a noise about a bun. That woman had worked at the bakery as long as he could remember, possible since he was born. Her energy was contagious, he'd float all day on her approval.

It's not Mary that nearly makes him drop his bun.

He hadn't seen Keira, since he was, 20? He thinks? No, not 20, he'd been turning 20 in two months and everybody had gone out to celebrate since most would be out of town on his actual birthday, him included. Keira had been, predictably, with Tom.

Keira has always been with Tom. And Tom and Harry had always been something like mates. At least friends enough that Harry always felt guilty for just how much he loved Keira's eyes.

Her eyes. And her lips. Really Harry had loved her face. The tone of her hair was something too. She wasn't ginger, but she wasn't blonde or brunette. It was some kind of auburn he'd only seen on her. She was tall, just a bit shorter than him, maybe two inches, and she'd been so sporty in school, she'd kick around with all the boys. But she was never one of the boys to him. And she loathed watching sports or playing video games, the few times he and the boys would go to Tom's for a match she would go home, or read a book.

Harry loved when she read books, in the window seat, and the sun would hit her hair and it would look really red then, even her eyebrows would have the Burgundy tint, and he'd feel a little drunk on her wine.

He was pretty sure he hid it well. Tom had never seemed to notice, hadn't even given Harry a queer look for how long he tended to look. Harry assumed that was because Tom never payed her enough attention. He took her for granted, they'd been together so long, he felt entitled to her company.

It rubbed Harry the wrong way, never enough to do anything, say anything, because he never cheated or talked bad about her. He was just.....complacent.

Harry thought Keira was too special to be that way. But he had no say, or a smidgeon of a right. He lived on tour buses and hotel rooms, other continents and nowhere near her.

It just bugged him so much the way Tom talked about uni as a chance to be free of her. It had only been once. Harry had never forgot it.

"She's great, I mean, I love her, and she's great fun," he's leered and the laugh in response around him pissed Harry off, though Tom hadn't said anything really offensive. "But, the same girl for forever? I need at least a 3 year break. Then I'll marry her, if she's not slagged about too much while she's away."

What the fuck was that? He was planning to fuck around, but her doing it meant she'd not be worthy of his inadequate carcass anymore.

Harry thought Keira was worth ten of Tom, at least three of him. He hoped she "slagged" about enough to realize what an idiot she was signing up for. Part of him hoped he was around if she did decide to sow any oats, he'd love to be her mill.

Harry had been a little excited when she'd come to his kinda birthday party. He assumed that by then Tom had got his wish and was banging around Bournemouth. It had genuinely shocked him when Tom had tumbled in after her and wrapped a proprietary arm around her shoulder. She'd looked flushed though, happy. All night, whenever Tom was nearby she'd looked pleased.

Harry liked when she looked like that, despite the reasons.

He'd heard a rumor that they had broken up, but were newly reunited just that day.

It had been four years since then. And based on Tom's stated plans, Harry's first course of action, when he got over her presence, had been to check her left hand. He was expecting at least an engagement ring.

She was wearing a ring, but just the band he remembered on her pinky.

Her ring finger was bare.

"Harry?" Oh! He knew that face, when she was genuinely pleased, and her eyes and lips topped up at the corner and her brown eyes sparkled. "I hadn't heard you were home! I haven't seen you in ages! What's it been, like." Her eyes slanted right to think.

"It's been four years, think it was just before my twentieth." He didn't need to think about it. He thought about it a lot.

"Fuck's sake, that's right!" And she took the steps between them before he could stop thinking about how her hair looked like Bordeaux in this light, her eyes lit by the old incandescent bulbs like bourbon. the sun was behind the clouds, and the small space was homely.

She shone by comparison.

He was such a romantic fool.

He would have rolled his eyes at himself, if she wasn't wrapping her arms around his neck. She didn't have to tip toe which he liked, but her face slotted into his neck. Harry closed his arms around her and he clung. Took an unsubtle whiff. He loved the way she smelled. Not that he got to be that close often. But one day she'd been on the couch next to him reading as he'd gotten his ass kicked at fifa because he was so distracted by what she was wearing. He'd asked her. "What's your perfume?" It had slipped out before he could stop himself.

She quirked her brow at him. And he'd felt compelled to say something. "Um...I need to buy Gems something. I'm at a loss. It smells nice."

She smiled at him fondly, but like lots of people who spent time with him did. He could be a little odd, surprisingly awkward he'd been told.

"It's called Alien. Which suits you, I'd say." And she'd knocked him with her shoulder. He'd been newly 16.

Newly smitten.

He'd smelled it on her another time. They'd been playing soccer and he'd scored a goal, which was rare, it was her assist, so they'd hugged, and under her sweat, he'd smelled a layer of sweet.

Whenever he smelled it he thought of her. He wished it was more.

She still wore it now. "You still wear the same perfume." It wasn't a question.

Keira smiled and bit her lip once she got her eyes on him. "I always have, and I always remembered you complimented it. I think I kept wearing it because you said that! Even then I admired your style, though it's certainly evolved, and I worshipped Gemma! Did you know that?" She asked but didn't give him time to answer. "I figured if you thought it good enough for Her, I'd stick with it. Plus, my dad puts it in my stocking. I should be getting another bottle in a few days."

"You staying through Christmas then?" Harry wanted to see if he'd see her again.

"Yeah, got in late last night, surprised mum and dad. I told them I couldn't afford to come home, but I figured me being around was a bit of a present. So I took off days and they will be getting trinkets." She shrugged and her smile was bright. He'd always loved her wide smile. It was so big, her whole body smiled. The presence was big enough to be contagious. "How about you, how long are you round for? Should we sit?"

Harry gestured to the small table and two chairs that was older than both of them, sat his bones down when she nodded. "Um, think I'm here at least until after Christmas. Will probably go back to London for New Year." He pinched his lip. He might stay if she was. "You?"

"I think I'm here through Boxing Day. Then I need to go back to London as well. I need to work, living there's why I can't afford to come home and buy presents."

It was on his mind. He was just gonna ask. "Did you get something for Tom?"

The right side of her face quirked up and her mouth fell open in surprise. "Tom? I always forget how much you've been away..." she leaned back in her chair and sighed. "No, definitely not. I've not bought him a present since.....well the Christmas after I saw you. So years. He had this habit or getting back with me when we were home on breaks, and breaking up with me when he got back to uni." She laughed. "I suppose it's better than cheating on me. But it was a dick move. One I allowed him too many times," She shook her head to clear the subject. "Anyway, What about you? Who'd you have to buy for?"

His brow furrowed a moment. Was she asking him if he was single? That was kinda of what he was asking her, without asking her. Though she wasn't with Tom, that didn't mean she was single. He'd have to be more direct. He sucked at this shit. Prolly why Jeff set him up multiple times. If your manager and another person's were involved, you were usually safe to assume attraction. "Well, like, just the usual people, my mum and gem, her boyfriend, grans, the little cousins. My god children."

"Did you say god children? You have more than one?" Delight danced in the pink apples of her cheeks. Bite them.

"I have a few."

"They know you are a 25 year old single male, yes?" She was laughing at him.

"You wouldn't trust your child with me?" I'm not 25 yet danced through his mind.

"No, I wouldn't trust my nonexistent child to you. You are never in one place long at all!" She pointed at him.

"That's true, but I'd slow down if something happened. I think it's more honorary anyway. And I'm good with kids."

"I remember that, actually, do you remember when we did that service project and we coached the little footie team?" Her smile was wide like the sky.

Course he did, he was pretty sure that was when he went from thinking she was pretty to infatuation. Feeling jealous of Tom and not a little covetous. "Course, Yeah, you were great with the kids."

"Yeah, I baby sat a lot. But I wasn't as good as you, though thankfully I was better than you at football. We'd never have won except for me." She slapped at his forearm and it occurred to him that was the third time she'd initiated contact. The hug, and she'd squeezed his hand at some point, and now she'd slapped his forearm and then left her hand there.

"That's true." He dimpled at her. "I dunno, people just seem to pick me. Maybe cuz they know I have more than enough financially?" He shrugged it off this time, "Are you going to the Sullivan's on Christmas Eve?" She'd been to that party a time or two when they were younger. His mum and Nancy Sullivan were good friends, they always went. Well, his mum and Robin did, he'd go with her this year. He knew his mum missed his step dad most right now. Lonely holidays. He'd been trying to be home longer on big days, or make sure Gemma was.

"Um, my parents are going. I think. I hadn't decided." She cocked her head to the side and he was gone. Her cheeks were still pink. "Are you going?" She squeezed his forearm.

"I'll go if you do." He blinked, in the way Nick loved to point out. Slow, and sleepily, but it always seemed to come across, even if he got the piss taken for it.

"Yeah, Yeah. Should I hang around the punch bowl or the wine, do you think?" She bit her lip. Wow, he'd seen her look at Tom like that, once, and he'd had to leave a party. She was looking at him now. He found himself calf blinking again, and wanted to slide his arm back to get ahold of her hand with his. That may be a little blunt, like an anvil to the head.

"The mistletoe." Ahh, now her cheeks went pink too. That was fairly blunt as well, but flirty. He did flirty well, sometimes. Sometimes, he was into it and whoever wasn't, he hoped it was his baggage and not him.

Keira's cheeks and the way she bit her lip made him think she was into it. "Should I take tips for kisses then? Make up for my lost wages coming home instead of working, Yeah?"

"Well, that's one course of action," he paused and finally flipped his arm and caught her hand when he slid his palm under hers. "Or you could just try to time it for when I'm nearby, if you wanted to?"

"Why would I want to do that?" Her pupils were almost swallowing her brown iris. She's leaned in too, he could smell the tea she had in her mug, Yorkshire.

"Well, if I'm honest, I've been wanting to catch you under the mistletoe since we were 15."

"Yeah?" Her voice was so breathy it put wind in his sails.

"Definitely."

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"Harry, stop fluffing your bloody hair and get in the car, mum is gonna leave you, you daft boy." Gemma called from the doorway. He had been fapping about with his hair for ages. But he was fairly certain Keira was gonna come, and he was gonna hang out by the mistletoe with a drink to cool his heels all night if he had to.

"Just a minute!" He called.

"You said that 20 minutes ago. Mum's fed up. We are leaving. You can walk!" Oh, siblings.

"I have a car!" He shouted down the stairs. Lots of them, even one he kept at his mum's.

"I know, but if you want to ride with us, get your arse down here."

He gave his growing curls one last look. It would do. Harry knew his hair was in a kind of awkward phase, he'd seen some shrek memes about it. Hurtful. But he'd been here before. It would be good in a few months. And it was long enough to wind around fingers while he was being kissed. He loved that, he wondered if Keira would put her hands in his hair.

He wanted to put his hands in her long auburn hair. He thought they may have kissed at the bakery or on the walk home, had Mary not bustled in and dragged him in the back to fuss over him. It was what he had gone there for, and he loved it. But his focus had shifted.

His focus was on little bits of green used to excuse inhibitions.

The drive was about his nerves though. Gemma teased him. He'd accidentally mentioned Keira being home. His mum had a knowing look, but hadn't said anything.

Gemma was not the silent type.

"Do you still have a crush on her then?" She had laughed at him and he'd narrowed his eyes and not responded. That had been the afternoon after the bakery.

His mum had causally said she saw Keira's mum at the market, "Sheila said they'd be at the party." She'd touched his shoulder and handed him a grocery bag.

He knew that.

But the confirmation was nice.

He was still a bit nervous on the way over to the party.

He was nervous for the first hour or so.

She wasn't there.

Until she was. He might have smelled her first.

He'd been refilling his wine glass, well he'd been hanging around the drink table, since they arrived. It was closest to the door.

He heard Kate Sullivan greeting somebody and as he turned like the mailman was down the way with a hopes for package, he caught her smell. Harry was smiling before he laid eyes on her.

She was too.

They'd hugged hello, and she's smelled better close up. Felt lovely pressed long up his front. He had hoped she would stay by him for a long while.

"Hiya Harry!" She'd glowed at him, brighter than the cinnamon candle he'd liked almost as much as his usual brand Mrs. Sullivan had going.

"Keira!" He'd not let her out of his arms, but had given enough space to look down at her creamy cheeks. She settled and he thought they may not need mistletoe.

Then he lost track of her for ages. Her mother had dragged her away to make the rounds.

At one point he'd seen her talking to a boy from college, he was a couple years older. She was laughing. All music notes and berry lips and sour stomach for him.

He was sulking, Gemma said, "just go talk to her!" And rolled her eyes at him.

Right, he was gonna do that. He was working himself up to it.

And then, he saw her, and she was walking towards him. Where he was awkwardly off to the side, alone.

"I haven't seen any mistletoe," Keira shrugged. He loved that she was so tall. "Luckily, I brought my own." She smirked and brought her hand aloft above his head, a small spirit of green with a festive bow. She could easily reach above his head.

She tasted better than she smelled.

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arclundarchivist · 6 years ago

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The Heart of the Matter

(Spoilers for Episode 49. IF YOU HAVE NOT WATCHED THE EPISODE AND SPOILERS BE YOUR BANE, DO NOT READ THIS!)

“Hello, I am Nott the little Goblin girl, and once I was Veth Brenotto.”

She stared up at the others, Caleb was devastated yet silent, Beau and Fjord were staring at her with intent interest, Jester was staring at her with her big blue loving eyes, Yasha was silent off to the side, and Clay was smiling contently, though his eyes showed true concern.

“I was a little Halfling girl once, and I was always told...what I wasn’t. Not pretty, not smart...just not.”

“Hey, freak!” Veth turned around quickly, hiding her latest find behind her back as a pair of human boys, and a small halfling boy walked up to her, the biggest of the group sneering down at her, “You steal anything today?”

“I-I don’t steal...” Veth muttered, staring at her feet as he nervously backed away from them.

“Oh yeah? What do you have behind your back then?” He demanded, taking an aggressive step towards her.

“None of your business.” Veth fired back, looking around slightly scared as the other human boy began to walk around her.

“Probably a frog or bug or something.” That boy said, smiling at her his two front teeth missing, giving him an audible lisp, “Something ugly like her?”

“Guys...come on...just leave her alone.” The halfling boy piped up, flinching slightly as they both turned on him.

“Shut up Yezza.” The bigger boy commanded, turning around to face her, “Geoff, get what she’s got.”

She tried to run but for once her bully was too quick, and he caught her. He forced open her hands, and pried from her hands the odd, beautiful gold shelled beetle she’d found by the river. He held it up to show the other boys, the larger one laughing cruly.

“Knew it’d be something weird, though it’s much nicer to look at than you.” He scoffed, smiling as the tears began to brew up in her eyes.

“Knock it off.” Yezza stated angrily, marching up to the larger boy, “She didn’t do anything to us, so why are you acting like such...such...an ass!”

The boy turned around, even at that young age looming over Yezza, “Oh look at that...Yezza finally got brave! What is it? Do you like her? Think she’s pretty?”

“You here that!” He had shouted, calling the other kids near the river over, as Yezza had blustered and blush, “Yezza has a crush on the oddball! You want to kiss her Yezz?”

“We became friends, and eventually you do what you do...and we were married, and we had a baby boy...Luke.”

Jester spoke up, “Was he right? Did...did you die?”

“I-I think so.”

The others stare at her wide-eyed, a mixture of confusion, sadness and worry.

“There was a really bad winter...and the goblins raided more and more, and eventually they took me, and Yezza and our boy.”

““Yezza is a very bright man but he is not a fighter. I’d been chased a lot my life...so I was pretty fast. I broke off and took a different way. The goblins followed me...and they surrounded me, and I fought.”

“I love you. Go!” She’d yelled, pushing her husband away...the last time she would see him...now maybe forever. She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, kissed Luke on the head, and then ran making as much noise as she could to draw the goblins towards her.

“Ge’ her!” Gutteral shouts in broken common and Goblin following her as she ran before out of the brush a black furred worg erupted out of the woods in front of her snarling viciously.

She ground to a halt, whirling around as the glowing yellow eys, snarling maws and pointed spears surrounded her, before sepearating as a bigger, one dressed in bone armor with an elaborate head-dress walked towards her.

“No where to go girly.” He’d snarled, taking a step towards her, “Whatchu gonna do now?”

Her only response had been to chuck the acid into his face, and watch as he fell backwards screaming gutterly as the others raced forward and beat her into the dirt.

“Make her suffer.”

“This river is important...because this is where I was drowned. I can still feel the water entering my lungs.” Not said, looking up at them all, watching as Fjord’s face contorted into something hard and angry but his eyes were filled with shame, while the others were mainly shocked and saddened.

“And then I woke up and saw this...and I had become everything I had always been told I was, not pretty, not good, just not.”

She looked up at the others, Jester offering comforting words with a sincere smile, Fjord’s happy go-lucky jack ass of a persona falling away as he became adamant abou the protection of her son, Clay offering her solid advice and taking away the drunken haze that had come to define her, and she felt so, so much worse, yet her eyes and the world around her had zeroed in on Caleb, who was looking down at the ground dejected.

““I should have told you...you could have understood.I just didn’t want to distract you from your path. I don’t want to force you to do anything...but I need you now!”

He looked up at her slowly, his eyes broken yet there as always was that hungry light, and bravery that he tried to hide deep down in side.

“You’re name is Veth?” He asked, to which she nodded, “My name was Bren Aldric Ermandrud. Was.”

#critical role #nott the brave #caleb widogast

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The Better to See You With, My Dear

prompt: richie gets contacts and eddie is feeling ????? about it

written by: Alexis | quixoticquest

word count: 3960

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Thirteen months, from kindergarten to first grade, marked the span of time Eddie Kaspbrak had known a Richie Tozier with perfect vision - and he didn’t remember a lick of it. Not the bare-faced expressions around the storytime mat, not the way dark brown eyes appeared without bugging behind enormous lenses. Not when Richie started squinting at the chalkboard in the October of first grade, not when he tripped and broke his nose on Halloween because he couldn’t see to begin with and certainly not out the tiny holes of his ghost sheet. Eddie remembered first grade when Richie got his glasses though, and even though he remembered in kindergarten too. Sometimes he found himself arguing with Bill or Stanley about the actuality of events, and even Richie’s own input wasn’t always enough to settle the stubborn hypochondriac.

Richie’s Glasses was just one of those things that had Always Been or felt like it had anyway. The chances of catching a glimpse of him with them off, out of the pool or at a sleepover, were so fleeting that Glasses just became the default. Growing up, the only thing Eddie could count on to never change was his friends, their quirks, familiar and comforting.

So you could imagine his concern when Richie announced his parents had finally caved and were taking him to get fitted for contact lenses.

Trashmouth Tozier had been begging to trade in his specs for years. The Losers Club had been on the receiving end of his whining for just as long, constantly groaning about how much of a drag it was to push them up his nose and clean them and keep them from getting broken (which he wasn’t very good at). But with his own hygiene regimen spotty at best, especially during the pubescent years, Mr. and Mrs. Tozier weren’t super keen to get Richie something that would require constant upkeep like that.

It wasn’t until Richie turned sixteen that all his whining paid off - and by then, Eddie thought he’d be stuck in glasses forever.

A Friday afternoon marked the end of what had Always Been. Richie left class early for his appointment at the eye doctor, rubbing his hand through Eddie’s hair on his way past his desk, pointing dramatically with both hands at the trademark frames across his face, before disappearing out the door with two thumbs up. It probably wasn’t the last Eddie would ever see of Richie with his glasses on, but it might as well have been.

That idiot refused to hang out with any of them the following weekend, drawing out the days and hours until Monday like some kind of sadist. The worst part was that he had homeroom with Beverly and Bill. Eddie wouldn’t even see Richie until fourth period.

“Mike said Ben said Bev said it was really weird,” Stan reported to Eddie during second period gym, and left it at that since there were balls to hit and bases to run.

The worst part was fourth period was Spanish, and Eddie had gone above his academic expectations for once and taken the Honors class, where they weren’t allowed to speak English, even to ask to use the bathroom. If he had known Richie was going to throw this curveball at him last year when he registered for classes, he would have stayed in Advanced and fucked Honors courses altogether.

There was no time to prepare - only to school himself when Richie came through the door, a couple of seconds before the bell, and descended into the seat beside Eddie as if nothing had happened. Really, technically, nothing had happened - but try telling that to the wound up dork gnawing the end of his pencil like a Twizzler.

Beverly was right, it was super weird. Richie’s glasses made his eyes huge, all big and shiny, and now they almost looked too small for his face. Eddie could see his eyebrows better, which made him even more expressive if that was even possible. It was easier to see his cheekbones too, though nothing could be done about all the miles of face hiding under his mophead until he bit the bullet and got a proper haircut.

“¿No me veo hermosa?” Richie asked, cheesing with all his teeth, bare eyes wide.

“Cállate,” Eddie griped, fixing his gaze on the chalkboard at the front of the room before he could be caught staring.

A couple days went by, and besides the occasional remark from their friends (and Richie’s constant boasting), nothing really changed. Or rather, a lot had changed, but Eddie seemed to be the only one who noticed. Was one day really all they were going to devote to this? Richie’s entire appearance had been reshaped with the exclusion of one single accessory! The entire fabric of who he was as a person had been altered forever.

Of course, Eddie couldn’t say that out loud because he knew it was ridiculous. Which might have been the worst part.

A week or so after the initial reveal, they had all gathered at Bill’s house to brainstorm for the college applications that would be due to submit as soon as the end of this summer. Eddie had been staring at the same blank page in his composition book for the last hour, scratching aimless doodles into the margin that probably wouldn’t have any bearing on the schools he was looking at (rather, the ones his guidance counselor was telling him to look at).

“Do you think I need to put varsity football and JV?” Mike asked, brows furrowed at his extensive list of extracurriculars. “Or is varsity big enough that JV is a given?”

“Here’s what I think: ditch them both,” Richie announced, pointing the end of his pen at Mike. “Better yet, dump the resume and essay altogether. Just submit a headshot and you’ll have all those schools begging for you to commit.”

Mike beamed. Beside him, Stanley leaned forward to tuck his chin onto his fist - fretting over a list even longer than Mike’s. Eddie was still trying to decide if the one day of mock trial he attended sophomore year counted as anything.

“Don’t tell me that’s what you’re doing,” Stan drawled at Richie - who sighed, his too-small eyes fluttering shut so he could tilt his head back.

“I could, but it wouldn’t be fair. It’s a shame, but this mug outshines all the volunteer work in the world. ‘Specially with all my handsome out on display for everyone to see now. Isn’t that right, Eds?”

Eddie clamped his tongue between his teeth and grunted, a paltry shadow of his usually feisty retorts. They were becoming harder and harder to dish out since they usually thrived on eye contact, which was becoming harder and harder to maintain with Richie looking like that.

They went on scribbling away, some more than others. At some point, while Bill was on the phone ordering pizza, Richie stood, hiking his legs overhead and limb alike to make it to the bathroom, backpack clutched in one hand - not that Eddie really took notice, since the seven of them had been getting up for various reasons all night.

He did notice, however, when Richie came back wearing his glasses.

“Well look who it is,” Beverly chuckled (because no one could ever let anything go unnoticed among the seven of them). “Haven’t seen you in a while.”

“Yeah yeah yeah, laugh all you want,” Richie retorted, arms rising over his head in some gesture of surrender, even as he smiled from under those familiar frames. “I can’t afflict you with my drop dead unfiltered gorgeousness all the time. It would be irresponsible.”

“But your obnoxious personality is totally fine, right?” Eddie snorted - unaware of just how easily it came out when that tortoise shell barrier was there.

Richie grinned his Richie grin. “Truth is, if you must know, my eyes were starting to hurt. Figured I’d switch so I didn’t have to turn in early. Now, let’s see if I remember how to work these things.”

If this was the return to form Eddie had been craving, maybe that meant he should savor it. There was no doubt he would see Richie in his glasses several times before the year was even out, though few and far between they may be.

This, he decided, glancing sidelong at the mophead trashmouth jackass beside him, was his opportunity to kiss goodbye that thing that had Always Been, and rev up for something new. Suck it up, take it like a champ. Like an adult, and not a baby who cried over object permanence.

But the next day at school, Eddie didn’t get a chance to put his rev-up to the test, because Richie came in with his specs on.

“I was running late,” he explained, launching into a long account of a hectic morning at lunchtime, that Eddie couldn’t even be bothered to pretend to care about.

Maybe he was late the next day too because once more he showed up bespectacled. No one really cared to ask, and he didn’t care to explain. But as the days crept on into weeks, into a month, the contacts seemed to have disappeared altogether.

Chief of all who didn’t care about this particular regression was Eddie - so much so that he didn’t even realize he didn’t care. He probably didn’t notice there was a difference at all. After all, what was so weird about Richie wearing glasses?

With finals coming up and Spanish kicking his ass, circumstances called for a study session. Eddie almost managed to intercept Richie at the front door and bustle him up to his room, but his mom’s Sonia Sense must have started tingling because she found them just in time to make it very clear that there would be no Toziers in her house after nine o’clock.

“I brought the new X-Men,” Richie proclaimed in a stage whisper when they reached Eddie’s room, wiggling a glossy issue in a plastic sleeve at Eddie.

“You’re here to study Spanish,” Eddie said at a completely normal volume. “Not Rogue’s boobs.”

Richie blew a raspberry. “She’s not even in this one, doofus. And last I checked, you’re pushing a B minus, and I’m on the star students poster.”

“Then stop speaking English and help me!”

Usually, study sessions devolved into aimless chaos pretty quickly, but they did a pretty good job of keeping on track this time, and Eddie did a pretty good job of keeping Richie and his constant asinine distractions at bay. It didn’t matter that the four-eyed idiot kept snickering at his color-coded flashcards either.

“I can’t remember the word for broom,” Eddie murmured at some point, pushing his top lip around with the eraser on his pencil.

“My mom said I better start wearing my contacts again or she’s not gonna pay for them,” Richie sighed.

Eddie looked up from his seat on the floor, arms folded around his flashcards on the edge of his bed. Richie, flopped across the mattress, flipped absently through his notebook full of chicken scratch. The bend of his head and the frames of his glasses concealed his expression ever so slightly.

“Huh?” Eddie asked dumbly.

Richie glanced over and pushed his specs up by the pad of his thumb. “La escoba,” he pronounced.

“You haven’t been wearing your contacts?” Eddie specified.

“Oh, I have,” Richie replied, nodding confidently. “I wear them with my glasses. That’s double the corrected vision. I can see into the fifth dimension.”

Eddie mimicked him in an unintelligible tone.

“Richie, why aren’t you wearing your contacts?” The question made him feel entirely too much like a parent. Hell, maybe that’s exactly what Mrs. Tozier had asked, hands on her hips and all.

Twisting his mouth every which way, Richie adjusted himself, pushing his notebook to the side, since he obviously wasn’t using it for anything practical. The yellow lamplight illuminating Eddie’s room sent the oblongs of white on the lenses of Richie’s Glasses around the frames as he moved.

Suddenly Eddie remembered the tangible possibility of Richie’s Glasses disappearing again. It wasn’t a very fun thought to remember.

“I dunno,” Richie finally confessed, setting his face in his hands, and his elbows on his knees. “It’s just - I mean I guess it’s just not how I thought they were gonna be.”

“Are they uncomfortable?” Eddie asked.

“Only for the first couple days.”

“Is it a lot to keep them clean?”

“No, you just hit ‘em with the contact solution. If I can’t aim and squirt then what kind of man would I be, Eds?”

Eddie huffed and rolled his eyes. He should have known better than to indulge I dunno and all the potentials for humor that might follow.

Situating himself squarely in front of his notes, though, it only took a couple seconds for Richie to roll himself back into Eddie’s line of sight - effectively demanding his attention again.

“I guess I just,” Richie mumbled, poking around one of the flashcards - armario-closet, to be precise. “I dunno. Thought I’d look better without glasses.”

Kneeling on the floor, with Richie laid out in front of him, put them basically at eye level. From here, though, Richie had to lift his gaze ever so slightly. Eddie watched his brows arch from behind his specs, dark eyes blinking. An unfiltered view - sort of.

“Look better?” Eddie repeated.

“Well, when you get called four-eyes your whole life…” Richie huffed, and rolled back again, always restless. “I just thought it’d be different y’know? I’ve got such a lousy prescription and I thought I’d finally look like less of a dumbass nerd with contacts but...maybe I’m overthinking it but it just doesn’t seem like you guys like me when I don’t wear my glasses.”

Eddie’s face screwed up. “What?”

Richie shrugged. “Maybe I talked it up too much but I was kind of hoping you’d make a bigger deal. No one really said anything or talked about it so I was like, oh shit, maybe I am hideous. Or maybe the glasses are just the perfect accessory to my comedy and I’ve ruined the whole schtick by dropping them. Or, you know, I’m hideous. Either or.”

“It’s not a big deal because you’re just you, Richie,” Eddie stated (completely unaware of what a hypocrite he was being). “So what if we didn’t say anything? We can’t go on and on about your face for the rest of our stupid lives.”

“Yeah, but…” Now, Richie sighed again, perhaps becoming too self-aware of how serious he had made the moment. “Eddie, it kind of felt like you couldn’t even talk or look at me when I wasn’t wearing my glasses.”

This was the part where Eddie felt like the biggest ass in the whole world. He might as well have turned into a donkey, like in Looney Tunes.

“Which could totally be just me,” Richie went on, smacking himself upside the head. “But that’s just what it felt like. So maybe it’s just me. I’m perfectly happy to be the idiot on this one. I’m usually very good at it.”

There was no way he could focus on Spanish now. Eddie collected all his flashcards and placed them in a neat little stack on the floor, so he could push himself up to sit on his own bed.

It was a crisis about fucking glasses. It didn’t need to get that deep. And yet, somehow, he felt like he owed Trashmouth Tozier somewhat of an apology - if you could fucking believe it.

“It’s not just the contacts,” Eddie confessed, tipping his head down.

“Aha, I was right,” Richie declared in a lackluster tone.

“It’s everything,” Eddie blurted right on his heels, sagging with a deep breath. “Everything is changing, Rich. And everything that changes just reminds me that all the stuff that’s Always Been is gonna be over next year when we graduate. Braces are coming off and bikes are getting sold and we’re all starting college applications that we’re not even going to submit for six months!”

He dropped his hands in his lap, slapping against his thighs, a crisp punctuation to his rant. Out of breath, Eddie puffed through his nose. Of course, now the room had to be dead silent, clawing and prodding at him with the reminder that this was way too honest for a study session.

Richie stared at him though, peculiarly thoughtful. At the very least, he wasn’t looking so much like a kicked, bespectacled puppy anymore.

“Well,” he finally said, steepling his hands between them, “this may come as a surprise to you, Eds, but I’ve always had eyes.”

“Oh shut up,” Eddie snapped (almost relieved for the lighthearted response). “You’ve always had glasses. And now you won’t, because you’re finally old enough to have contacts, and soon you’ll be old enough to move out and get out of dodge like we’re all gonna do.”

“Yeah, but isn’t that what we want?” Richie asked.

“I guess. It just feels like I liked thinking about it better as something far away then something we’re all flying toward at top speed.”

Childhood sucked. Any of the seven of them could tell you that. So why did the thought of it truly ending ache so much? Were the losers worth more than leaving Derry? Apparently fucking not, since they were all perfectly content to make their attempts to escape.

Just as Eddie was feeling sorry for himself, staring at the patterns in his quilt, Richie did something quite uncharacteristic. Just out of his line of sight, the trashmouth put his hand over the top of Eddie’s, curling them together in some gesture of support.

It was pretty awkward, but comforting in a weird, forced kind of way.

“I’m still me,” Richie said, offering his solid gaze when Eddie looked up. “Fuck you know I’m an idiot with the glasses on and off. That’s never gonna change. Hell, you can even call me four eyes of you want. The other two could be - hm - my nipples maybe? I’ve got that one eyed snake in my pants but that only makes three.”

“Richie-”

“The point is, Edward,” he continued, somehow lofty and sincere at the same time, “not everything is changing. Maybe we don’t get to sitcom it up at some university all seven of us. But we still have each other, as mushy gushy as that sounds. I’ll always be a phone call away. You called me to make me cart my ass over here. And I know the others feel the same way.”

What do you know? For all the stupid crap that came out of his mouth, Richie said something intelligent (and comforting) for once.

Before the telltale sting in his eyes could gain any traction, Eddie sighed his cares away or at least tried to. A motivational speech couldn’t fix everything. But just Richie saying it, Richie of all people, was enough to set him at ease. At least for now. And to think it hadn’t even been about Eddie in the first place.

“I know,” he answered, finally, soundly. If that wasn’t the only thing he was sure of, then he wasn’t sure of anything.

“I’m sorry I made you think I think you’re ugly,” Eddie added, deciding he wasn’t a huge fan of how he phrased that. “You’re not, I promise.”

Richie blinked at him expectantly. His hand still sat clammy and warm on top of Eddie’s.

“Well, if I’m not ugly, then what am I, Eds?”

“Oh, don’t you start,” Eddie ground out, pulling himself away.

“No no, this is important to me.” Richie sniffled dramatically, wiping away nonexistent tears from under his glasses, advancing incrementally. “You really hurt me, y’know? I’m broken-hearted. I might never heal.”

“Sure you won’t.”

“Come on, Eds!” At this point, Richie was practically bent over Eddie, and if he didn’t want to slide off the bed, he had to prop himself up on his hands, with nowhere else to go. “If I’m not an uggo then I must be something else won’t you please tell me what it is? Boost a poor boy’s self-esteem.”

“As if you need a self-esteem boost!”

“Pretty please, Eds? I’m dying here. The anticipation is killing me.”

“You’re okay looking I guess!” Maybe it was important that Eddie say it or maybe it wasn’t but he figured it was the least he could do (even if it warmed his face in the process). “You got a strong jaw and nice lips and sometimes I hear girls talking about your cheekbones and I guess I sort of agree with them!”

Maybe, Eddie realized retrospectively, he had revealed too much. Mostly because, Richie was staring at him from behind those big lenses - just a little too tenderly to be joking.

“Whoa,” he muttered. “That’s like, the nicest thing anyone has ever said about me. Besides my mom.”

Eddie blinked, feeling the heat spread further into his face. “Well I didn’t mean-”

Somehow managing not to send Eddie careening off the bed, Richie pressed forward enough to catch his lips in an entirely unexpected kiss. What Eddie lacked in mobility at the moment, he made up for in reaction time and found it in him to tip his chin up into Richie’s mouth without suffering all the shock and surprise that might have him freezing unhelpfully.

Richie got his arms around him and figured out how to pull him back onto the bed, which enabled Eddie to get a grip of his own, clinging to Richie’s shirt for all he was worth while their lips shifted and bumped together. Such a natural progression, it was a wonder it hadn’t occurred until just this moment.

Before they could get too carried away (which Eddie wasn’t super opposed to), Richie broke, huffing for air, as if he had been submerged in water. Rather than dwell on what kind of idiot couldn’t pace his own breathing (because he wasn’t one to talk about respiratory issues), Eddie stared up at Richie’s face, from the cradle of his arms, Klimt style.

To think Mrs. Kaspbrak was just downstairs tuning in to Dateline.

Without thinking very much about it, Eddie got one hand free to reach up to Richie’s face and pulled his glasses off carefully. That bare gaze followed his hand all the way to the side, as he folded up the arms and put them somewhere where they wouldn’t get in the way.

Richie’s eyes weren’t too small. They were probably perfectly normal sized, almost droopy in a way that was too endearing for his own good. And of course, there were those pink lips, and those cheekbones (which Eddie may or may not have come up with all on his own, no girls required).

“Well that’s just counterproductive,” Richie stated, quirking a smile in Eddie’s direction.

“How come?”

“What’s the point of no glasses if I can’t see you? Need those corrective lenses to ogle that booty, baby.”

Before Eddie could snap at him, he was kissed again, sweet and sound, and he couldn’t argue with that.

Maybe it was okay if some things that had Always Been changed. Eddie, for one, was certainly glad that he didn’t have a laundry list of medication to take any more. Things like Bill getting over his stutter and Stanley getting less anxious were good. Kissing Richie regularly was certainly a welcome change. And Eddie could learn to love a Richie with contacts, even if it was different from what had Always Been.

Just so long as Richie blinked his lenses in on the first try because watching the little disk flop out between his eyelashes was the fastest way to make Eddie gag.

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