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ithinkabouttzu · 1 year

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Hi! Omg I love your BoB ship requests so much could I ask for one? She/her pronouns. I’m 5’2, half polish jew/half irish with dark wavy shoulder length hair. I’m studying to be a school librarian. I love reading obviously and I like writing stories, but I also love the outdoors and going for walks and hikes when I can! I like baking and doing crafts like crochet too. I listen to a lot of country music and mid-2000s pop-rock, and of course Taylor Swift (my favorite TS song is the lakes). I’m definitely an INFP – I prefer quiet nights in and small gatherings with close friends to parties or nightclubs lol, I can get a little anxious and overwhelmed around too many people esp if I don’t know them. I can take awhile to open up to new people, but I really have a big heart and I care a lot about the people around me. I don’t talk about myself much so it can be hard to tell people when I’m going through a tough time, especially since I’m outwardly normally very optimistic and positive. I am a taurus which means I can be very stubborn sometimes too lol my whole family will say so. I’m very close with my siblings and mom and grandma, family is v important to me! I’m not so much the mom-friend as I am the mom-sister. I’m very supportive to others but find it hard to ask for support myself lol. In group settings I never set out wanting to be a leader but when it’s clear someone needs to take charge and come up with a plan I will be the one to do it when no one else will. I can get awkward and nervous about people I have a crush on but if I know they like me back I get so relaxed and comfortable around them.

Thank you for your request hon! I hope you enjoy! Also I love “The Lakes” too omg 🥹💗

I ship you with..

Don Malarkey!

Song recommendation: All Of The Girls You Loved Before - Taylor Swift

- Omg you guys would actually be so cute together 🤭

- When he first met you, he would find you so angelic, like a literal angel oh my goodness, like he would get so nervous and cute when you’re around, he can’t help but blush every time you smile at him

- And don’t even get me started on how much he is in love with your personality, like when he talks to you he gets so happy because you are honestly just one of the best people to have convos with for sure

- I think you guys would start out more like good friends instead of a relationship at first, he’d always make little passes towards you or maybe flirted with you every once and a while but you never took it seriously, thinking he was just joking with you, until one time he got a little tipsy and confessed his strong feelings to you

- You would be so shocked that he said that to you that you would tell him that you guys can just resurface the topic in the morning, when you guys did he was EMBARRASSED, and he would admit tho that he did feel that way about you and if you didn’t reciprocate those feelings that would be completely fine.

- And both of you even each other out so well, like you’re more calm, and he’s more energetic but you guys still blend out with each others personalities so well. Like you guys really are bestfriends in couple form fr

- He’s honestly such a sweetheart when it comes to you, if you need anything ever, he’s got it for you 100%, not to mention how caring he is for you and will never let you take on any mental or physical stress, he will always be there to help you

- Not to mention how kind and reassuring he is with you, he never makes you feel like you aren’t good enough and he will remind you again and again how much he loves and cares for you (his communication with you is so amazing omg)

- Both of you are very family oriented and loves spending time with both of your guys’ families. He falls in love with you all over again when he sees how nice you are with his family and how natural it feels with all of you guys hanging out, plus if he ever sees you spending time with his nieces and nephews, he gets baby fever so bad oml 😭

- When you tell him that you’re going to be a librarian his reaction is so funny, he’s just like, “Well hon you’re the prettiest librarian i’ve ever seen” LOL, and he’s so attentive when it comes to things you like and enjoy, like reading for example, he knows how much you like it and will end up buying you like 10 books that he thinks you’ll like just bc (he’s so cute omg)

- Both of you also love going out and spending time outside together too, Maybe a picnic, or just a hike outside but either way you guys know how to have fun outdoors!

- I also think you guys would be the type of couple who honestly has the most spontaneous and just a whole variety of dates that you guys go one, like one weekend it might be a date to a flower farm with a picnic afterwards, or maybe a date to the arcade and a movie afterwards, dates you guys plan would be sooo fun

- He loves how caring and loving you are to others, he thinks you are such wifey material omg, with that being said, he always makes sure you are taken care of too and you aren’t pushing yourself too hard, overtime he can usually tell when you get anxious or overwhelmed, or even if you are just having a bad day, when he does notice you’re having one of those days he’s so sweet and caring though, like he will spoil you that whole day, doing whatever you want to do, giving you massages, a warm bath, and a mandatory rest day for your mental health.

- Both if you have this positive energy that could light up any room, like you guys are the sunshine couple for sure, I think when other people are in need of a good pick me up, they go hangout with you guys bc you make them feel so much better!

- Oh let me tell you how much he is absolutely in love with your baking so much, like make him some brownies and he will be an angel to you for the whole entire week

- Let me tell you how I think you guys would be amazing at hosting little get togethers, whether it’s with family or friends, you guys are just so friendly and y’all would definitely have one of those warm and welcoming homes that are just perfect for hanging out in

- He thinks your height is so cute 😭, like the urge to just pick you up and swing you over his shoulder is so strong. You are absolutely adorable to him

- One thing you’ll learn about him, is that he is the BEST cuddler in the whole world, like when you guys are having a date night in, he will just snuggle with you on the couch and you IMMEDIATELY get sleepy when he does, like don’t even get me started on how he is the best person to cuddle with

- Just in general the is the best boy for you ever! like you guys just make sense together and y’all are so so cute together like oh my goodness! 😭

#ithinkabouttzu #band of brothers #band of brothers ship #don malarkey

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storytimewithanonwriter · 2 years

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A Night to Remember

Hello all! This is my first time posting something I have written!! The idea popped in my head and I figured why not write. Now here we are!! ❤️-K

Warning: blood, violence, and fluff ,alcohol mentioned, pet names for the reader: Honey, Hon, lovie, love,and Bug probably miss something lol

TASM!Peter x femalereader

“There had to be a good reason Peter missed tonight, honey. Don’t sweat it.” Nellie said as she sat down on the couch in your shared dressing room. You huffed and continued packing up your things. “What if he is cheating? I mean it would make sense. He has been acting funny for some time. I just don’t know why he would choose to fuck with me tonight?”

“Have you seen the way that man looks at you? Huh? Like you hung the damn moon! You love him. He loves you. Just take a breath and come out to celebrate with us! The cast is going to the bar up the street.”

Nellie was right. Peter did look at you like you hung the moon and probably the stars as well. You two had been dating for about 3 years now. You met just after he returned from Peter 1’s universe.

“I’m auditioning for the part of Ann … no that was this morning... Hello! I’m auditioning for the role of … of! Shit! This is the last time I book 6 auditions in one day. “ You were running down a busy New Your side walking talking to yourself. “Think. Breathe. You got this. “ You were heading your 5th audition that day. Not paying attention you ran straight into a man with brown fluffy hair holding a camera. “ Oh my, I’m so sorry! I'm in a rush and I’m not paying attention. I’m heading to an audition. My feet are killing me… You don’t care about any of this. I'm sorry.” You start to walk off totally embarrassed. “Hey! Wait you dropped your book!” You heard and turn back around to find the man standing there holding your audition book. “ You might need this at your audition.” He said handing it to you. “ You literally just safe me! Thank you so much! “ you grab the book and smiled “ I'm Peter …” he smiled holding out his hand. You shook his hand and told him your name. “ So, would you like some company? I feel like you need to let off some steam. You literally ran into me and just started word vomiting. “ “ Listen, it’s been a long day. I’m just trying to make it in this crazy world we live in” “ you can say that again.” Peter walked you to your audition and waited for you to get done.

And the rest was history….

You never made it to your 6th audition that day, but you didn’t mind. You dated 6 months before Peter told you he was Spider-Man. He finally ran out of excuses, and he showed up bloodied and bruised at your place. After that, you begged Peter to move in. You worried about him getting hurt and needing someone to take care of him. But Peter waited and moved into your place on your first anniversary. “ Hon, are you in there? I think I lost you for a second.” Nellie asked as you came back to reality. “ Yeah, I was just thinking about everything you said…. Maybe I do need a drink. “ You said as you packed away your phone and headed out the door.

…

Peter knew he fucked up as soon as he enter the wear-house. He had been set up. He wasn’t going to go he knew how important tonight was. He had plans of his own to make it even more special. He was on his way to May’s to pick up the ring when he hear the cries. He slipped into an ally and quickly reappear donning his suit. He began to swing in the direction of the cries. He tracked it to the wear-house and now here we are.

“ Spider-Man. We meet again. “

Peter knew that voice all too well.

“Harry.”

“ Awww. My good pal Peter Parker remembers me. How sweet.” He taunted as he cut Peter off.

“ How did you escape and what do you want from me?”

“Oh, Peter, Peter, Peter. No how have you been or nice to see you?”

“Look ….Harry …. I’m sorry. I tried. I tried to make a cure. But it just didn’t work. I want to help you .”

“ Peter Parker. Spider-Man. Always trying to help. But, I don’t need poor Peter Parker’s help. But I do need something .”

“ Then what the hell do you want? “

“ revenge. I have been locked away for a long time all because of you. I thought it was time for me to have some fresh air.” Harry spat

That’s when Peter realized that they were not alone.

Springing into action, Peter shot webs at Harry trying to subdue him so he could figure out the severity of the situation. He wasn’t paying attention. A man came up behind Peter, the man picked Peter up and threw him across the room. And with that, a fight ensued. Peter would defeat one opponent and another one would appear. He felt like he was fighting for hours. Some men had weapons and some just their fists. All while Harry watched on. Just as Peter finishes fighting the last opponent that appeared, he hears a slow clap followed by laughing.

“ oh, poor little Peter Parker. You look so tired, yet the fighting has just begun. “

Harry‘s glider appeared and he mounted it. Peter and Harry began to battle. All the while, Peter was thinking about how pissed you were going to be at him. Harry and Peter kept throwing punch after punch. Peter realized that this was not going to end if they kept fighting like this. Peter begins looking around trying to find something to help him. Then, he spotted a loose beam. He quickly shot a web retreating the beam from above. The beam came crashing down on Harry. The fight was done. It was over.

Peter took a step back to catch his breath.

Then Peter felt it. A sharp stab to the right calf and then a pull. Peter looked down to find a crushed Harry with a grin on his face. And one word “ revenge” rolled off of Harry’s lip as he took a labored breath and passed out.

Peter knew he was fucked the moment he walked into the wear house

….

“ All I’m saying is if my man didn’t show up!?! Whoof! The man would be toast.” Mike was passing out drinks as you told your sorrows. “ And the worst part is I haven’t heard from him at all. I’m worried. It is not like him to not call. I usually get a reason or explanation.” Nellie smiled and squeezed your hand as tears rolled down your face. “ Hon, let’s not talk let’s drink! Ok?” Mike said with a grin. “ I… I needed to go home. I’m worried sick and I can’t even think. I’m sorry y’all. I don’t mean to be a buzz kill!” You start to leave the table. “ just text us when you hear something, Honey.” “ of course, Nel.” And you exited quickly heading towards home. You checked your phone to see if anyone posted anything about anything Spider-Man-related. Nothing. You called May and she knew nothing. She said that Peter called to say he was coming to get a package, but he never showed. All of the anger you had vanished. Something was wrong.

This wasn’t right.

…

Peter was in excruciating pain. He couldn’t see straight. He could barely get himself out of the building. He began his long trek home. Yes, May’s was closer but needed to see you. He couldn’t imagine how you were feeling. He made his way to the side of a build to prop himself up. He pulled out his burner phone. Shattered. “ Fuck” His heart sank. He couldn’t even call to tell you what happened. He knew he had missed your show completely at this point. All he could think about is the day you got the call.

“ Yes? Ok! That's wonderful. “

You were jumping up and down.

Peter was very confused and intrigued. “ Lovie? Are you ok? “

“ thank you see you soon.” You say as you hung up the phone.

You ran over to Peter and hugged him.

“PETE!! You are looking at a Broadway leading lady!!!!AHHHH!! I got a call! I’m going in as a replacement for Babe in Crimes of the Heart!!! “

“ That’s amazing my love! We have to celebrate “

“ Of course!! Let’s call May! She needs to know! And my mom! And Grace! I am just so excited I could yell it from every rooftop in New York!!

Peter laughed “ I mean can if you want I can put on my suit and…”

“ My sweet Pete, you know how I feel about swinging! Thank you for the offer though. Oh! Please clear your schedule for the first Friday of next month!”

“Alright my love. I wouldn’t miss it for the world”

Those words rang through his head. He had to keep going. He had to explain to you what happened. He began to swing home, but he was losing so much blood. He was in mid-swing when he lost consciousness and landed in a tree. Peter came too and a few minutes later. The tree help cushion his landing, but it also caused more scrapes and bruises. He had to keep pushing on. He had to see you. He had to fix this. He began to swing again. In the distance, He saw your apartment. Just a little farther. He could make it. You would be there and everything would be ok. But, no lights were on. You must be out still. He swung up to the balcony. He just needed to rest his eyes for a minute he thought. Just one minute…

…

You made it home and enter your shared apartment. “ Peter. I swear to god. If you are just sleeping I’m going to. we’ll I don’t know but it not gonna be good. I’m so fucking worried about you and I ...” You were running the apartment rambling as you looked in each room for him to no avail. You open your window to see if he happens to be there. You gasped. There he was. Battered, bloodied, and bruised. He was unconscious. You have seen Peter in pretty bad shape but… this was bad. You quickly got him inside. You had a system at this point. 3 years of being Spider-man’s girl and you knew what to do. Most of the time…. This however was bad. You looked him over finding cut after, cut and finally a stab wound in the calf. The wound was so deep; you knew he needed more help than you could give him. You had options A. Call May, but Peter would be pissed B. Do it yourself and pray your boyfriend doesn’t die in front of you. C. Go to the hospital, but then you would have to explain what happened and you don’t know what happened. Or D. Call Grace. Grace was your best friend and also happened to be a nurse studying to become a doctor. You knew you could trust her. You were like sisters. So, you called her,

“ Hello, my Broadway star! You were great I still can’t get …”

“ Grace”

“What’s wrong?”

“ Grace, I need you to come to mine and Pete’s. He umm well I will explain when you get here to bring your Med kit ok? “

“I’m on my way”

…

10 minutes is all it took for Grace to get there You did all you could do. Cleaned up some of his cuts and scrapes, stitched a few minor injuries and now you were waiting. He hadn’t woken up. It never took him this long to wake up. He should be awake. This was killing you. You heard a knock, so you went and opened the door. Grace walked and looked at the figure on the couch. Then look over the room to find Peter’s discarded suit next to him on the floor “ Holy shit, Peter fucking Parker is Spider-Man. It makes sense, now!? All the excuses and bruises over the past 3 years. You are dating Spider-Man. Spider-Man is bleeding out on your couch. Fuck! Peter !! Your Peter is bleeding out on your couch! Here come to help me.“ she got to work. Stitching, cleaning, repairing and you became the assistant. It took what felt like hours to mend Peter’s broken body.

“ Honey, I did all I can without taking him in. What the fuck happened?”

“ I … I don’t know. He didn’t show up tonight. You know that. You were there. I went out with the cast, but I left. I was worried. something just felt off… I came home to find him out on the balcony. Gracie, I have never seen him this bad. I have been patching him up for almost 3 years… I …I thank you for everything. I can’t lose him. I can’t …. you broke down sobbing.

“I know, love. It’s ok. I’m here. I’m so sorry. “

You two sat embraced for a while “ Honey, I am gonna go get some meds and more bandages from my just in case stuff at home. He is gonna need some heavy pain pills. But, I can stay with you and maybe see if Jake can drop something by on his way to work. I can meet him downstairs, tell him something stupid. You know for a doctor he is not that smart, but I love him. ”

“ No, it’s fine . I’m just going to sit and wait. I will see you when you get back. “

….

3 am. You looked over at the clock on the wall. It had been 3 hours since you found Peter. Called Nellie explaining that Peter was in an accident and that was why he didn’t show. You called the stage manager and told them your partner had an accident and you would be out for a few days. They completely understood and wish him a fast recovery. And now you were waiting. Grace returned with meds and bandages for Peter. She brought you some coffee. Grace started getting settled in. She was staying in the guest room. No argument allowed. She needed to monitor Peter, and you needed her for moral support. You waited and waited. Watching the rise and fall of Peter’s chest. You were almost asleep when he began to stir. He groaned in pain and his eyes started to flutter open.

“Ummmmm…Ouch.”

“Peter, hey baby. Hey, try not to move. Yeah, Ouch is right?!? You need to stay still. You got banged up pretty bad. I need you to stay still ok, love?”

When Peter spoke, his voice was so weak you almost didn’t recognize it. “ Bug, I … I’m. I’m so …sorry. I missed … I missed …. I …made …it home. I tried….I had …to see ….you. I…I …”

“Hey, we will talk when you are feeling better. Please, rest your body where you can heal. I love you.”

With a mumbled, “ I. I love you too” Peter was out again.

You honestly don’t even think he was fully conscious in the first place. You let out a breath that you didn’t know you were holding on to. Now that you heard his voice you can rest. You stretched out on the floor next to Peter.

….

When Peter started to wake up, the first thing he noticed is that he was no longer on the balcony. He woke up on the couch of your apartment. He tried to sit up but groaned in pain. “ I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Grace walked by into the kitchen to grab some ice along with water and meds to hand to Peter. “ Here, you need this .”

“ uhh, thank you. Where is my bug? And why are you here Grace? I mean you always are here but …”

“ Your bug is on the floor asleep next to you. She hasn’t left your side in hours, Pete. I’m pretty sure she only fell asleep because she cried so much. You woke up for a few minutes around 3 am, but you were delirious. But after she heard your voice, she calmed down enough to rest. Peter, what the fuck were you doing?”

“I was …I “ Peter started but Grace cut him off.

“You got messed up bad. You needed to go to the hospital. Shit, you probably still need to go. But, She called me because Spider-Man can go to hospitals. And now I’m here. And you! I’m so pissed!! FUCKING Spider-Man!?!? Y’all kept this from me!? “

“ I mean to be fair I didn’t her on purpose. I was injured and…”

“ Oh, so this happens a lot.”

“ no, not like this. I uh need to sit up can you help me. I need to see the damage.”

“ I will help you up and do you one better. You, my friend, have a total of 5 deep cuts with stitches, 1 stab wound, for a total of 175 stitches, 4 broken ribs, and your calf Is fucked. Your hand looks like shit, so it broke as well. I would need to see an X-ray to confirm. Oh and probably a concussion”

“ I feel like I was hit by a truck.”

“ you should, you lost enough blood to kill you. I have no idea how you are alive but, you need to stay alive because you see the girl right there.” pointing to you. “She needs you. She loves you. You stay alive for her.”

“ I know. Um …Grace, Can you do something for me?

….

“Peter?” You said groggily as you woke up on the floor covered with your favorite blanket and your pillow was placed under your head. Sitting up you see Peter awake and sitting up. The color has returned to him and he looks a lot more like the Pete you fell in love with. “Peter!” You were crying again, but this time happy tears. Hugging him tightly, but not too tight.

“ Bug, I’m so so sorry I miss your show. I was on my …”

“ Pete, it’s ok. I’m just … you’re ok. I was so fucking worried. I can’t lose you. “ you are sobbing.

“Baby, come here. “ Peter said opening up his arms. You crawled up into his arms and sobbed. “ You are never going to lose me, my love. I will always make it home to you.” He held you close, even though it was painful. He needed to hold you as much as you needed him to hold you.

You two stayed like this for a long time. Whispering sweet I love yous to each other. Not wanting to let go. You only broke away from Peter when you heard a knock at the door.

“ I don’t want to go get it. I want to stay here in your arms. “

“ I will be here when you get back …. Go get the door.”

You got up begrudgingly and made your way to the door. Opening the door to find a dozen of your favorite flowers and a box from your favorite cupcake bakery.

“ huh, that’s funny.” You said entering the living room with the flowers and cupcakes.

“ what is it, love?”

“ Someone left Flowers and cupcakes on our doorstep. “

“No card?”

“ Nope. I guess I will open the box? Maybe there is something on the inside.”

“Maybe?”

This was it. This may not be the way Peter had originally planned on proposing, but I will be just as special. … hopefully.

As you open the box you look to find a ring placed on a top center cupcake.

“Oh my god. Peter. This is a joke. Pete, you are joking.”

“ No, love I’m not joking. I would get down on one knee but uhm …anyway. I had this big plan. I was going to propose right after your show yesterday. At the park where we met, there were candles, musicians, and flowers. It was magical. I was on the way to get the ring from May and I heard crying. I had investigated. I couldn’t just leave it, but it was a trap. Harry had escaped and had this whole elaborate plan. The only way out was to… was to…umm ….The last thing he did was stab my leg. It was bad and the only thing I could think about was getting home to you.”

“ Pete ..”

“ Love, I can’t imagine my life without you. You are my light. My stars and moon. I had to make it more to you. I will always make home to you. Bug, will you do the honor of marrying me?”

You were sobbing. You hoped that this day would come, but a few hours before this you were very doubtful.

“ Do … I … have …to put …the ring on… myself?” You managed to get out in between sobbing.

“ Is that a yes?”

“Yes, I will marry you!”

“Yeah?” Peter says in between kisses.

“I love you, Pete.”

#andrew garfield x reader #tasm!spiderman x reader #peter parker x reader #spider man x reader #spider man fanfiction

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mar-iiposa · 3 years

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prompt: the boys somehow get into a tickle fight with their crush (not s/o yet), and when they ask "what's the magic word?" when asked to stop, the reader confesses their feeling for them and soon realizes afterwards

a/n: didn't know if you wanted this as a story or headcanon, so I'm turning this into a headcanon if that's alright ! also, I love this headcanon, it's so cute :')

warnings: none, just some fluff and a small innuendo !

Leonardo

you're on your phone, lying on leo's bed, peacefully scrolling through your app, pinterest.

you back and feet were really killing you.

leo needed to meditate a bit after some patrol. he and raph had gotten into a heated 'discussion' while roaming across rooftops above ground, he didn't care for the arguments that sometimes ensued between the brothers.

your eyes flicker up at him and offer a closed-mouth smile, "you alright?"

leonardo gives you a silent nod, elbows on his knees after sitting on the navy blue comforter, once he hung up his katanas to the wall.

"what are you looking through?" he peeks over at your phone's screen. you're staring back at your phone, eyes glued to the device.

"oh, I dunno. just some pins I think are nice. you know, pictures for fashion ideas, decor, skateboarding, whatever I like on here."

"any ideas for hanging out with your favorite person?"

you grin at him, "I haven't thought about that yet."

"well I've got ideas on 'how to entertain your best friend.'"

"really, huh?"

"yeah, this for example." he snatches the phone from the grip of your hand, tossing it to the other end of the bed and out of your nearest reach, confusing you.

until you get the memo when he starts to attack your sides, throwing you into a frenzy of giggles.

"le- leo! stop, I'm not kiddi—OH MY GOD!"

he's got a pleased smile all over his face right now, grinning as his fingers moved against your ribs.

although he would have enjoyed much different scenarios of holding you by your waist, this was his favorite by far, even so that you're just platonic friends as of right now.

"ple- PLEASE let go! let me go!"

decided on teasing you further, he leaned down to the side of your face, just beside your ear, having you pinned down under him,

"what's the magic word, princess?"

you're distracted by his hands trailing up and jumping towards your neck, you're squirming at the fun yet painful sensation.

"I love you! let me go!"

the leader's hands stop at your request, so you think. but really, it was the confession that made him quit the playful act.

"alright. I'll be over there, in the Hashi, so."

you smiled at him, the corners your e/c eyes crinkled, "okay."

"okay."

wait a fucking minute--

Raphael

okay so,,

he really loves to tickle you.

like, he REALLY fucking loves to tickle you.

currently, you're trying your best to fall asleep and take a nap. It's been a rough, stressful day enough, and you needed to wind down for a good forty minutes.

"can't sleep?"

you shook your head from side-to-side, opening one eye to look over at raph.

"yeah, can't."

there's a small minute of pure silence, and to your frustration, raphael notices the sour expression crossing you.

and out of completely nowhere, you feel his touch on you.

you spend no time in jolting up from the couch, yelping immediately.

"raph! sto- sto- hAH! sto-OP I-IT!"

"you said you couldn't sleep. so I'm doin ya a favor."

this fucker is trying to make you tired.

"I didn't a-ask for a- ! RAPH!"

he's totally grinning down at you, with a playful glint in his eyes.

HE JUST WILL NOT STOP.

"what's the magic word, doll?"

"I luh- H AH! I LOVE yo-HU!"

he smiled in complete awe now, though, he kept on going. even if you just confessed your love to him, he had no mercy at all.

"oka- oka-HEY! I'M GONNA PISS MYSELF!"

after a good while after hearing that, he quickly pulls his hands away from you.

you catch your breath, panting to yourself.

"did I make ya tired now?"

"yeah, will that be the only time though?" you playfully wink.

Donatello

both of you are in his lab. you're totally bored.

although at times you were a science type of person, you could get bored very easily.

or distracted.

like now.

you get up from your seat behind donnie, touching some of the past projects he had previously worked on before.

"don't touch that please, hon."

you were bored. incredulously bored. But even though you listened to him and obeyed him as your dear, best friend,

you didn't give a fuck right now.

you're his friend. it was sort of your job to bug and joke around with him.

you continue touching some of his belongings, still trying to be careful with objects you knew could be potentially harmful to you and the others.

"I wonder what this thing doe--"

"I told you to stop touching things, y/n."

without warning, you felt the tips of his fingers rake across your sides at a fast pace. you wriggle in his grasp, leaning forward.

you roar into multiple fits of laughter, your face growing a hot, bright red.

"oh m- Donnie! Don- Donni-! I'll stop, I'll sto--! HAHA! PLEASE!"

he's amused now, seeing you this way. why hadn't he tickled you this much before?

"will you stop touching my things then? hm?"

"y-yES!"

"what's the magic word, y/n?"

"I don--! I dunno- HAH!"

"oh, yes you do."

"I lo-! I love you!? I'm so- soh- soRRY!"

he picks you up, setting you back down onto your seat.

the realization hit you. fast.

"you do, really?"

he has the biggest shit-eating, nerdy grin on his face right now.

Michelangelo

literal master of tickling.

seriously, he loves to do such tickle attacks on you when least expected.

but he never expected you to return them.

currently playing with a video game with his custom (cred to donnie) controllers, his tongue lazily stuck out, while his baby blue eyes glued to the screen, deep in focus.

"mikey? mikeyyyy!"

he doesn't respond, only acknowledging the game right now.

instead of his best friend.

you're about to leave when, suddenly, you get the greatest idea of all ideas.

no, you're not going to unplug the console.

quietly as you can be, you tip-toed behind him, his rough shell facing you.

you barely jump on him from behind, hands going to the crook of his neck, and your fingers start doing their thing.

he nearly throws the controller towards the wall, erupting into fits of giggles and laughter.

and without a second thought, mikey grabs you, switching to hover above you.

now it's his turn to tickle you.

so you're the new one dying of laughter.

"really, dudette? you thought you could outsmart me?!"

he loves seeing your smile while wiggling under his hold on you.

"mikEY! MICHAEL!"

hearing the use of the name "michael", he starts to tickle you even more.

"say the words!"

"n-! no-HOH!"

"sayy it!"

"I lov-! love you!"

"you love me? as a friend?"

he stopped tickling you instantly. and you sit up straight away.

you are as red as raph's own mask.

"uhm-"

"I love you too."

he's wiggling his "brows" at you, and you groan in annoyance.

you really did love this idiot.

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snelbz · 4 years

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Lost Time, Chapter 8

A/N: Is it weird that I want Miryam to be my mom?

Written alongside the always fabulous @tacmc.

Azriel didn’t bother saying goodbye to his mother as he dropped Elain off at her house. Through the kitchen window, Miryam watched Elain, standing just in front of the porch, as she watched Azriel quickly drive away.

Novan was asleep on the couch.

Elain took a few minutes, and Miryam knew she was wiping the tears off her cheeks, collecting herself, before she came back in. She didn’t immediately turn for the stairs though. Instead, she started her car, setting something in the front seat next to her and getting Novan’s car seat ready for him.

When she pushed the door open, still unused to the lack of creak, Miryam looked up from where she sat on the couch. Novan’s head was resting on her lap, fast asleep with his Meme. She gave her a soft smile.

“Hey,” she said, trying to pretend she hadn’t spent the last fifteen minutes silently crying in the front seat of Azriel’s truck. She was trying to figure out how to undo the damage her words had done. “How long has he been out?”

Miryam rubbed soothing hand along his back. “About thirty minutes. He got to ride on the new lawnmower with Meme and the sun just tired him right out.”

Elain came and sat down on the other side of her sleeping son. “Good, maybe it will be an early bedtime tonight.” She brushed his dark hair off of his face. She was struck by just how much he looked like Azriel in that moment. She cleared her throat and looked away, pretending to be interested in whatever Miryam had on the tv as she tried to force the tears back down.

She asked, “Did you have a good time?”

Elain nodded once, not looking away from the television in front of her. She could feel her eyes stinging and she closed them, but not in time to stop the tears that fell.

Miryam said, “You want to tell me what really happened, hon?” A small sob left Elain and Miryam asked, “Why don’t you go lay him down upstairs and we can talk?”

She nodded, picking Novan up and holding him to her chest.

Miryam stood and put a kettle of water on the stove, while Elain carried her son upstairs. She hurried out and turned off the car, her eyes catching on the box in Elain’s passenger seat.

When she came back in the back door, she found Elain sitting at the kitchen table. She waited until the kettle whistled and filled both mugs, dropping the tea bags into the water.

“I fucked up,” Elain breathed. Miryam turned around and looked at her, at the stricken look on her face. She carefully carried the cups over to the table and sat down.

“That doesn’t sound like you,” Miryam said, quietly.

“I was cruel,” Elain breathed. “I said a lot of horrible things, and I didn’t mean any of them, but I’m still so mad at him. Every time I look at him, it hurts so bad. I go right back to that moment, when I was sitting alone in an empty church. How will I ever move past that?”

Miryam nodded, listening to every word attentively. “Did Azriel say something that upset you?”

Nibbling on her lip, Elain shook her head. “He was sweet, as always. He’s a kind man, and I know that, he’s always had such a good heart. And he doesn’t lie, he’s never lied to me. I can tell when he tells me that leaving me was his biggest regret, that he means that. I mean, he told me he..” her words trailed off, and she had to clear her throat before she finished. “He told me that he still loves me, that he never stopped.”

“And how does that make you feel?” Miryam asked, sipping from her cup. “When he says such things?”

She held her mug, staring into it, as if the earl gray tea inside might give her the answers she was looking for. “Confused,” she finally admitted.

“Why’s that, honey?” Miryam asked, and Elain struggled to nail down the reason why.

Because he hurt me. He left me and he left his son, and he never looked back.

Because of Lucien, and the future we could have together.

Because he’s the father of my son.

Because I loved him and I wanted to marry him.

“I don’t know,” she breathed.

Miryam watched her for a moment, then she said, “I think you do know.”

A tear slid down Elain’s cheek as she quickly looked out of the open window. She remained quiet, and Miryam didn’t press her any further. Time ticked by slowly as Miryam sipped on her tea.

Elain had forgotten it even sat in front of her.

“Do you still love him, Elain?” Miryam whispered, chin propped on her fist.

There wasn’t a second of hesitation as she whispered, “I never stopped loving him.” A single tear fell down her cheek.

Miryam lowered her hand, placing it on Elain’s arm. “I know I’m not the most unbiased person for you to be talking about this with, but I have to ask.” Elain looked up, into the dark eyes of the woman she’d come to love as a mother of her own. “What’s stopping you?”

Elain shook her head and began to cry.

The past. The past was stopping her because she didn’t know if she could trust him. She wanted to so badly. Until she’d spoken and his face had gone white and she’d thought about what she’d said, she didn’t realize just how badly she wanted him, needed him, in her life. But not just hers. In Donovan’s, too.

Speaking of, a creak sounded from the staircase, and Elain was quickly drying her tears.

When he came around the corner, his little hands rubbing his eyes and his dark hair a mess, he said, “Hi, mama.”

Elain chuckled, pressing a kiss to the top of her son's head. “Hi, baby. Ready to go home?”

He nodded, reaching his arms up. She picked him up and he laid his head on her shoulder.

Miryam gripped Elain’s free hand in her own. They shared no words, but they didn’t need to.

Elain nodded, and mouthed, “Thank you,” hearing that Novan’s breathing had evened back out, knowing he’d fallen back asleep.

Miryam walked with Elain to the car. She pulled Elain into a hug before watching her back out of the driveway and head down the road.

After parking in front of her house, she got out and opened the back door. Smoothing a hand over Donovan’s messy hair, she whispered his name, trying gently wake him.

He stirred, mumbling grumpy nothings, which only made Elain laugh, quietly. He had always been such a good sleeper, and cherished his rest.

“We’re home, buddy.”

With a big yawn, Novan cracked opened his eyes and reached up his arms. She picked him up, along with their other belongings, and walked inside. Lucien had yet to come back, which she was grateful for. She definitely needed some time alone. After laying Novan down on the couch, even though he was beginning to wake up, she went into the kitchen, slipped off her shoes, and sat down her bag, along with the box from Azriel.

She tried not to look at the gifts, tried to ignore them as she opened up the fridge to see what there was to make for dinner. She settled on chicken nuggets - Novan’s favorite - and broccoli with cheese - her favorite, which she kept telling herself was healthy, even though she loaded the veggies up with cheese, butter, and mounds of salt.

After a minute, she heard quiet footsteps shuffling towards her. She turned and found Novan in the doorway. “You up now, buddy?” He nodded. “How does chicken nuggets and broccoli sound for dinner?”

He shook his head. “No broccoli.”

She laughed quietly. “Broccoli is non-negotiable.”

He rubbed his eyes and said, “I don’ know what that means, but can I have some apple juice, please?”

She laughed and said, “Of course you can.”

She did as he asked and he said “Thank you, mama.”

She turned back to the stove where the broccoli was cooking.

“Mama, where is Lucien?”

She stilled, but only for a second. “Lucien won’t be coming over for a few days, bud.”

“Why?” He asked, but before she could come up with an excuse, he asked, “Cause you fought?”

Instant shame poured over Elain. The last thing Elain wanted was for Novan to hear her fighting.

She slowly turned to meet the curious gaze of her four year old. “You’re too smart for your own good, kid.”

He simply smiled and held his chin up high.

Then she was hit with an even harder question. “Why didn’t Azriel say bye to me before he left Meme’s?”

A moment of hesitation is all she allowed herself. “Azriel had… He didn’t know if you were taking a nap. He didn’t want to wake you up, buddy.”

“I barely got to see him,” he pouted, the irony of the situation completely lost to his sweet, young self.

Elain moved the pot to a different burner, taking it off the heat, and she crossed to where he was leaning against the kitchen island and squatted down in front of him. She was choosing to trust Az, putting her absolute faith in his word, as she said, “Azriel is going to be around from now on, buddy. You’ll get more time with him.”

“Really?” He asked, one of his little hands reaching and playing with the hem of his mother’s shirt.

“Really.” She peppered his cherub like cheeks with kisses, which made him dissolve into a fit of giggles.

She picked him up and sat him on the counter, so he could see what she was doing while she finished cooking. This had been their routine all of Novan’s young life. It was just the two of them, and for so long, he was too little to be left alone. But as he grew older, he liked to watch and learn what she was making. One of his favorite games to play was guessing what was for dinner.

They ate and after Novan’s bath, she laid him down for bed. As she was heading for the door, he asked, “Will Azriel be at Meme’s again tomorrow, mama?”

She froze, but turned and crouched back down by his bed. “I don’t know, baby.”

His hazel eyes were hopeful as he said, “If he is, can we go see him? I need to show him Meme’s new tractor.”

The innocence of her sweet boy, his kindhearted and loving nature, it often brought Elain to tears. She blinked them back tonight and breathed, “I don’t know if we’ll see Azriel tomorrow. Or even the day after that.”

His little lip began to wobble. “But you said he was going to be here from now on.”

She ran a soothing hand over his messy hair, brushing it back from his forehead. “He will be, but he and mommy have to talk about a few things before we can see him again.”

His eyes widened. “Did he do something bad?”

“No, honey, no. Mommy and Azriel have known each other longer than you’ve been alive-.”

He interrupted and said, “That’s a long time.”

She laughed quietly and said, “I know. But we need to talk about some grown up stuff that happened a while back, okay? And then we’ll see him.”

Novan didn’t understand, she could see it in his weary eyes, but he nodded, nonetheless. After a kiss on the forehead, Elain was turning the light off and leaving the room.

Once she was in the hallway, she let out a long, slow breath before making her way back down the stairs. When she made it back to the kitchen to finish cleaning up, she halted, her eyes landing on the box she’d placed in the corner.

After staring at it from across the room for far too long, she slowly made her way to it, completely dismissing the dirty dishes in the sink. She took the box into her hands and sighed, slowly opening it up, feeling ridiculous that her eyes were lined with tears.

She was so ashamed of what she’d said to him today. She wasn’t even sure where it came from, but if she had to guess, she’d probably heard Nesta say it after one too many glasses of wine.

She needed to apologize, needed to tell him she didn’t mean that, she’d never believed that and it just slipped out.

She needed to tell him she loved him, that she hadn’t stopped loving him. But she was so scared of trusting him again.

She needed to tell Lucien the truth, to be honest with him about her feelings. She didn’t love him. She hadn’t ever loved him over the countless years she’d known him. Never as more than a friend.

Elain pulled her phone from her back pocket, scrolling through her contacts. She didn’t need to string him along any farther than she had. She gave him her best effort, for the past three months, she’d tried to love him, to see a future with him like she’d once seen with Azriel. But she never could. She had to talk to Lucien.

Her thumb hesitated over the call button, but she pressed it and was surprised when it went straight to voicemail.

She blinked and then hung up. Lucien always had his phone on him and he always answered if she called.

With a soft sigh, Elain placed her phone down on the counter and scrolled up through her contacts, to the one she could never bring herself to delete. She selected it, having it still memorized, but not knowing if he even still had the same number.

Without giving herself time to change her mind, she pressed the call button. It rang. And rang and rang and rang. She wasn’t sure what she’d say if he answered. It would start with I’m sorry, followed by everything else.

Azriel’s voice floated over the speaker, though it was only his voicemail. It was apparent it was a recent recording though.

“You’ve reached the voicemail of Azriel Draeven. If you’re calling to set up a booking, all shoots and formal appointments have been cancelled until further notice. If you have a pre-existing appointment, please respond to the email you received from me. I am no longer based in New York, but all galleries will remain open until the current pieces have sold. If you have any questions, please reach out to me by email-.”

Elain hung up the phone, not waiting to hear the rest. She was rooted to the spot where she stood.

All shoots and formal appointments have been cancelled until further notice.

I am no longer based in New York.

He meant it when he’d said he’d be staying. He was serious.

But he still hadn’t answered her call.

She looked back to the box, and shaky fingers, she began to remove the contents. There was a camera - a nice one, at that - with all the accessories. After finding the battery in a little bubble-wrapped pouch, she slid it into the charger and plugged it in. A red circle lit up, waiting to turn green.

It was sweet of him to get it for Novan, something for him to document his adventures in the same way Azriel always had. The thought alone had her heart aching.

Before she could think too long on it, she began to pick up the plastic and styrofoam remains, but when she went to shove them back into the box, she froze.

There was a small pouch and a note that couldn’t have been slipped in by anyone else, but Az. Before she even opened it, she knew it wasn’t for Novan. It was for her.

I have a boyfriend, Az. Stop acting like it’s you.

The fact that hadn’t even been the worst thing she’d said to him today had her dropping her head into her hands and sighing.

She sniffled and wiped at her damp cheeks, opening the note.

As she opened it up and found his messy handwriting the same as it had always been, she was transported back to their wedding day, to the last time she’d found a note from him.

So you’ll always have a piece of me with you.

Just like that, she was seventeen again and they were walking hand in hand on the boardwalk, enjoying their last summer before their senior year of high school. She thought back to those silly keychains she’d had made for them, how hers had ended up at the bottom of the Sidra after he’d left, wrapped around a rock.

She loosened the ties of the bag and tipped it over into her hand. A dainty, silver chain shone in the light above the kitchen island.

Elain wasn’t able to stop the quiet sob as she ran her finger over the tiny, silver puzzle piece hanging from the end.

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When Azriel had dropped off Elain that afternoon, he had every intention of going back to his hotel. Halfway there, he realized he didn’t know why. What exactly was he going to do, sit on his bed and watch television? Go to the gym and work out? After his morning, that was the last thing he wanted to do. He couldn’t call Cassian or Rhys, they were both working.

He drove past a bar that hadn’t been there when he left, it had been a pizza parlor, but pizza wasn’t what he wanted right now.

The bar was mostly empty, only a couple dancing off to the side by the jukebox and a lone man playing darts. He sat down at the bar and the blonde bartender stopped in front of him. “What are you drinking?”

“Gentleman Jack. Neat.” She nodded and when she turned to pour his whiskey, he added, “And as soon as you set down the first one, go ahead and start on another.”

The bartender laughed, and said, “So what’s her name?”

Azriel just shook his head, slowly. “Elain.” Her name alone was painful to say.

“Elain,” the bartender repeated, slowly. “And what did this Elain do?”

Azriel snorted, wrapping his fingers around the glass the second it was set in front of him. “It’s a long story.”

“I hear I’m a good listener,” she said. Azriel didn’t say a word more as he drank as much from his glass as he could, welcoming the burning sensation. “I’m Viv.”

Azriel swallowed, then took a deep breath as he said, “Azriel.”

“Azriel with the broken heart,” she crooned, doing what he asked and filling a second glass.

He looked up at her. “Am I that pathetic?”

“Not pathetic, but when you do what I do, you can pick it out pretty easy.” She smiled encouragingly.

He chuckled, but there was no humor. “What are the odds you can leave the bottle?”

She laughed, “No can do, but just flag me down when you want another.”

He drained it and set the glass down in front of her and pointed at her. She refilled the glass and set the bottle back behind the bar, going to greet a couple of girls who’d sat down at a high top table.

He sipped this refill, rather than all at once, and thought about Elain’s last words to him.

I already got what I needed.

If that didn’t tell him the door of their relationship was not only closed, but locked tight and sealed, he wasn’t sure what did.

Getting stabbed and left to die would’ve been less painful. After downing his third glass, Azriel looked down at the bar where he met the eyes of a brown-eyed brunette. She waved, flirtatiously.

For a moment, Azriel stared at her, then he shook his head and looked down at his newly filled glass. If he hurt her feelings, he didn’t look back at her to see. Instead, he continued to drink. He wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but after a couple glasses when he could hardly keep his head up, the door behind him flew open. He thought nothing of it, not until the stool next to him was pulled out and suddenly occupied. He noticed to his left, another stool had been taken over, a few seats down.

He didn’t need to be sober to know who it was.

“How’d you know I was here?” Azriel asked, his head starting to swim slightly.

“You’ve been driving the same rusty, piece of shit truck since high school,” Lucien replied, coolly. “Wasn’t hard to piece together.”

Azriel closed his eyes and sighed. “What do you want?”

Lucien huffed a laugh. “You’re kidding me, right?”

“You don’t have to worry, I’m not here to try to take Elain from you-.”

“You’ll have to forgive me if I have a hard time believing that,” Lucien interrupted. “Since I’m pretty sure I walked in on you trying to do just that the other day.”

Azriel looked up at him, anger in his hazel eyes. “It wasn’t what it looked like.”

He asked, “Then what was it?”

“Everything okay over here, Azriel?”

He looked up at Viv, who’d seemingly appeared out of thin air. She was setting a glass of water down in front of him, having sensed the growing tension from the second she saw them walk in.

He nodded his head in thanks, picking the glass up. “We’re good, Viv.”

“Actually,” Lucien said, “We’ll each have a shot of Fireball.”

Azriel rolled his eyes. “We’re not in college, Lucien.”

“Now how would you know about Fireball and college, Az? I didn’t see you at VU with us.” He clapped a hand on Azriel’s shoulder. “That’s right. You didn’t go to college, did you? No, you just went and started taking pictures with your precious, little camera. You know who else didn’t go to college? Elain didn’t. Because she had to stay home and raise your bastard.”

Every muscle in Azriel’s body tensed. His hand stilled where it lingered around his empty glass. Even Viv, having walked away but obviously eavesdropping, froze from where she stood, staring at the group of girls that sat at the end of the bar.

“You can say whatever the fuck you want about me,” Azriel began, his voice low, calm, too calm, “but watch how you talk about Novan. Leave him out of this.”

“How can I do that?” Lucien asked, chuckling, humorlessly. “I’m not only looking out for Lainy, I’m looking out for Novan, too.”

Lainy. He had never heard anyone but himself and their little group call Elain that. It was his name for her, a name he started, a name that melted her every time it fell from his lips. “Don’t call her that.”

“You really have some balls, you know,” Lucien said, ignoring his demand. “Coming back after leaving her at the fucking alter, trying to win her back, trying to be a part of your son’s life, as if you didn’t completely destroy Elain.”

“I made a fucking mistake,” he said. “A week ago, I didn’t even know I had a son. Of course I couldn’t have tried to be in his life. But that’s the thing. He’s my son.”

Lucien breathed, “Then why have I been more of a father to him than you have?”

Azriel was instantly on his feet, Lucien only a beat behind. “I bet you were the only one who never tried to talk her out of keeping him from me. I know my brothers did, and my mother. I’m sure Nesta and Feyre would have. Do you know why she wouldn’t tell me?” Lucien didn’t say a word, just stared at him, utter hatred in his hetero-chromatic eyes. “It’s because she knew I’d come back. No matter how she thought I felt about her, regardless of the fact that she had no idea that I’m still in fucking love with her, she knew I would come back to take care of her. To take care of our son. And you knew that you’d always be her back up plan.”

Lucien shoved him and he stumbled back a step, but regained his footing quickly.

Azriel’s eyes widened, in full disbelief that Lucien made a physical move against him. After a loud, brutal laugh, Azriel took a hard step forward to react, but hands were instantly on his shoulders, throwing him down onto the hard, dusty floor. Azriel groaned, the breath nearly being knocked out of him. When he looked up again, he shouldn’t have been surprised to see Tamlin reaching down, once again, to grab him by the collar as his fist connected with Azriel’s jaw.

He had forgotten Tamlin was there, forgotten that he had come in with Lucien, that he had sat on Azriel’s other side, a few seats away.

Something in Azriel’s face crunched and he spit out a pool of blood before grabbing Tamlin by the face and head butting him in the nose.

Lucien caught Tamlin before he could tumble to the floor, kicking Azriel in the ribs in the process.

Az swore violently, still not having caught his breath, but tried to get to his feet. Tamlin was immediately there, shoving him back to the floor and trying to get a few more hits in. Azriel swept his legs out from under him with his own and pulled himself off the floor with the bar. Lucien grabbed him by the shoulder and-.

A glass shattered from behind the bar.

The three men turned to see Viv holding a glass in her hand, poised to throw it to the floor like the other before it if she had to.

“Let go of him now.” The door opened again and two cops entered the bar. “Officers, thank you for coming so quickly.”

Azriel closed his eyes, partly because he really didn’t want to be dealing with the cops, and partly because the world around him was spinning. They were all pulled away from another, on their feet, before being led into the parking lot. He didn’t even get a word in before he was being shoved into the back of a patrol car, Tamlin in the car alongside him, and driving the half a mile to the police station.

Apparently Lucien didn’t cause enough chaos to be taken in, which only made Azriel hate him more.

The ride was silent, and if Azriel’s wrists weren’t being held by cuffs, he would beat Tamlin’s ass in the back seat.

When they got to the police station, Azriel used his only call on Rhys, who didn’t answer his phone. He supposed he should have called Cassian, since it was his damn jail cell he was being put into.

Alongside Tamlin.

Azriel sat on one side, Tamlin on the other. Neither of them said a single word, even as it grew late into the night and then early into the morning. As he sobered up, he grew nauseous, his head pounding from both the alcohol and the hits he had taken.

He was able to sleep, for a little under an hour, on the hard bench against the stone wall.

He wished he could say it was the first night he’d ever spent in jail.

It wasn’t.

Morning arrived, a little after five from the look on the old clock on the far wall. Azriel was watching Tamlin with a burning hatred as heavy footsteps sounded down the hall, and stopped on the other side of the bars.

Cassian stood there, his badge hanging in the middle of his chest, arms crossed.

Azriel met his gaze and blinked.

With a dramatic sigh, Cassian unlocked the gate and pulled it open. “Tamlin, go home. Azriel, your lawyer’s waiting for you.”

Tamlin tensed at the word lawyer, but did what he was told and followed another officer to be released, which left Cassian staring Azriel down as he approached his older brother.

Without a word, Cass turned and began walking down the hall, his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket. They walked in silence, Azriel’s head officially pounding.

Eventually Cassian opened a door and gestured for Azriel to enter first. He wasn’t surprised to find Rhysand sitting at the table, dressed in what he could only assume was his nicest suit. Az could already see the anger in his violet eyes.

The door clicked shut and Azriel sat down, facing his older brothers. He waited a second, before he said, “Go ahead.”

Cassian and Rhys glanced at each other. Rhys said, “We've seen the footage from the bar. You’re pressing charges. Against both of them.”

He rested his elbows on the table and dropped his head in his hands, rubbing his temples. “No, I’m not. I’m not doing that to Elain.”

“Like hell you're not,” Cass said, stepping forward from where he’d been leaning against the wall. “They went into there with intent to harm you. Two against one. And you were drunk.”

“I’m not pressing charges,” Azriel repeated, words slow, as every word coming out of their mouths made his head hurt even worse.

“Azri-.”

“I’m not pressing fucking charges, so drop it!” The room grew silent, and Azriel let out a loose breath. He didn’t bother looking up from his hands to see their expressions as he said, “Sorry, I just- things have been hard enough between us since I got home. Okay? I’m not pressing charges. We don’t need something else between us.”

The room remained silent, and when that silence became too unbearable, Azriel looked up. Both of his brothers were watching him, eyes full of concern.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he said, shaking his head. “Don’t fucking pity me. Just take me back to my truck so I can go back to my shitty hotel room and go to bed, please. I’m too old to be sleeping on a hard-ass bench after drinking….way too many glasses of hard liquor.”

“Az, what the hell happened?” Rhys asked.

He shook his head. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Too fucking bad.” Cass sat down next to Rhysand and said, “You don’t get to leave until we say so.”

“She said she got a kid out of me, and that’s all she needed. She’s with Lucien now. I’m done with it.” He leaned back in the chair and crossed his arms. “I’m here for Donovan now.”

Rhys asked, “When you say here-?”

“I mean, I’m staying right fucking here.” He stood. “No one told me I had a kid, a son at that. I get why you both didn’t, I’m not trying to put blame on anyone. But the fact that everyone thinks that I could just go back to my life now that I know about him, that I could walk out on him, and Elain, again? That fucking hurts more than the rest the of it.” He turned and headed for the door.

Cassian said, “I’ll take you to your truck.”

“No, thank you,” he said, opening the door. “I could use the fresh air.”

He let it slam shut behind him.

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Galactica, Chapter 67 (Group Fic) - TheDane/Veronica

A/N: Click here if you’re looking for previous chapters (or here if you’d rather read on AO3). 💫

Previously: Bianca introduced the world to her scandalous new girlfriend (in spite of strong disapproval from her friends, especially Fame), and Violet worried about Sutan’s friends accepting her.

This Chapter: Team Adult gather at Fame and Patrick’s for their annual chosen-family Christmas party.

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“No, no, not that one!” Fame stepped in front of the catering girl, picking up the wine glass she had just put on the dining room table. Fame held it up, catching the rim of it on the light, a smudge of white haze clearly clinging to the glass.

“Look at this!” Fame handed it to the woman, “Rewash. Now.”

The girl ran off, and Fame sighed, annoyance at the inconvenience of it all crawling under her skin. It was incredible how she always had to go through everyone's work with a fine-tooth comb, the ability to do things right the first time worryingly rare.

The dining room was almost complete, a crisp white table cloth spread out, glittering baubles in silver and glass placed in between plates and cutlery.

They would start the evening in the parlor, the bartender she had hired ready to make drinks for everyone as waiters moved through the crowd with trays of hors d'oeuvres. After that, they’d come here to the dining room for dinner, while dessert would be served in the living room.

Fame had perfected the seating chart, making sure to put Raja and Sutan on separate ends of the table so they wouldn’t speak Indonesian all night, Karl and Raven kept separate as well so they wouldn’t snap at each other, while Bianca had been sat as far away from Detox as possible so he couldn’t question her about anything related to the very unfortunate situation of Courtney.

(Fame had every expectation that it would all crash and burn, and honestly, the sooner it happened the better, Bianca’s newest brain damage doomed to fail from the start.)

She moved a fork with the tip of her finger, making sure it was perfectly straight, another wave of annoyance rolling over her at the thought.

“Having a good time?”

Fame looked over her shoulder, just to see Patrick stand in the doorframe, a smile on his face, his hair still wet from the shower he had taken after Charles’ evening walk. He was wearing the outfit she had put out for him, the blue wool sweater making him look absolutely fantastic, the new chinos she had ordered perfect on his legs.

“Are you giving me attitude too?” Fame fought the impulse to roll her eyes, Patrick always poking fun at her attention to detail, even though he never complained when she made sure their life ran like clockwork.

“Oh never,” Patrick pushed away from the door, the smile still on his face as he walked over. “But you deserve it sometimes.”

“You’re so fortunate I promised for better or worse when we got married.”

“If this is for worse,” Patrick leaned in, placing a sweet kiss on her lips. “I’m sure I can manage.”

***

Karl braced himself from the cold as he pressed down the doorbell, a piece of opera he didn’t recognize playing out because Fame never did anything halfway, ever.

He had come directly from London, only stopping at his hotel for a quick shower and a change of clothes, the catnap he had taken in his first class seat barely enough to tide him over. He’d planned a week in New York to see his friends and get some work stuff done with the American head office of Elite before going home for Christmas with his family.

The door opened, and Karl looked up to see Patrick stand there, a big smile on his face.

“Karl!”

“So good to see you,” Karl smiled, responding to the tight hug Patrick gave him, the man quickly taking his coat and directing him upstairs to the parlor.

It was always exciting to see what theme Fame had gone with, the live string quartet that was seated in a corner promising him one of her more extravagant moods.

In spite of his desire to always play it cool, a smile immediately broke out on his face at the sight of his friends.

God, he had really missed them.

Raja and Detox were standing near an enormous white Christmas tree decorated with silver ribbons and glass baubles, the usual Persian rug exchanged for a pure white one he was fairly certain had been bought just to fit this year's Christmas aesthetic.

“Raja, De!” Karl grinned, his friends greeting him with hugs, Raja pressing a kiss against his cheek, the patchouli scent that always clung to her wonderfully familiar. She was wearing a blue suit with a deep neckline, several golden necklaces hanging from her neck, one of them so long it was tucked between her tits. She was stunning as always, but he loved Raja’s bitchiness most of all. The years had made her more diplomatic,however, the judgemental asshole was still in there--now, it just took a cocktail or three to get her out.

“Love the hair,” Karl raised an eyebrow, trying to convey how sarcastic that compliment was, Detox’s hair a shade of bright, fire-engine red. “Dyed it for the holidays?”

“How’d you know?” Detox smirked. He was reliably the worst-dressed in every room, tonight donning a red velour blazer, white shirt, red bowtie and white pants, hair only slightly more horrible than the entire ensemble. “It’s gone over better than the Halloween green.”

“Much better,” Raja drawled with a grimace, and they all laughed, which drew Fame over.

“Karl!” Fame smiled, opening her arms. “Oh look at you!” She pulled him in for a hug, pressing a kiss against his cheek, her hands as always surprisingly cold.

“Look at you,” Karl took a step back, holding Fame’s hands in his so she wouldn’t run away, Fame constantly fretting and correcting in her evergoing quest to be the perfect hostess. “Fucking stunning.”

Fame giggled, the flattery clearly getting to her, and Karl couldn’t help but love her. She was wearing her signature white, a structured dress ending just above her knees, the neckline classy and sexy, her blonde hair in a curly updo.

“Where’s your drink?” Fame tilted her head, her teeth biting into her red lip.

“I’ll go get one.” Karl released her, making his way across the room, but first stopping when he saw Adore. She was in a black dress and her typical loosely-tied combat boots, hovering over a waiter to snag appetizers from his tray. It was comforting, Karl realized, how much these people never changed.

“It might be time,” Karl slung an arm around her neck, his cufflinks almost catching on her hair, “to start paying a little attention to your diet, hon.”

“It’s the holidays,” Adore grinned, her mouth full, and Karl couldn’t help but laugh.

“You don’t have to listen to me,” Karl released her with a shrug. “But when you’re fat, I will have no sympathy.”

“I just love you fashion people,” Adore rolled her eyes. “Obsessed with superficial nonsense.”

“Nothing tastes as good as skinny feels, my dear,” Karl smiled.

“Well that’s a fucking lie,” Adore grinned, pushing her hair over her shoulder as she took his arm and led him towards the couches. “Have you ever had the cheddar biscuits at Red Lobster? Or any form of fried cheese?”

“Oh god,” Juju groaned, already sitting amongst the plush white pillows, her belly basically a perfect ball on her tiny frame. “I would kill for those cheddar biscuits right now. But I guess I’ll settle for you...Hi, stranger!”

Juju reached her arms up towards Karl and he laughed, bending over to kiss her cheek.

“Nice to see you too, Juju. You’re looking...uh…”

“I’m a fucking whale, you can say it,” Juju sighed, shaking her head.

“Nah, it takes all the fun out of it when you say it first,” Karl told her with a cheeky grin.

“Leave her alone, bitch! She’s glowing and gorgeous!” Raven came up behind them, looking exactly like the supermodel she was, not a hair or an inch of fabric out of place. She handed a full plate of appetizers to Juju, adding, “Here you go, love.”

“Really? You didn’t have to!” Juju smiled brightly, taking the plate. “You’re the best.”

“Come on Juju,” Karl grinned, tapping her leg. “You know she’s only doing that in case she ever gets pregnant, so we all have to kiss her ass and wait on her hand and foot.”

“Hey!” Raven exclaimed, a hand on her hip. “I resent that.”

“Am I wrong?”

“Well, no.” Raven laughed, leaning over to give Karl a hug and a kiss.

They chatted for a bit, catching up on everything that had happened since he was last in New York. If anyone had told him twenty years ago that his closest friend group would be mostly lesbian women and straight couples, he’d have laughed in their face. But now, years later, here he was, hearing about Adore’s newest lesbian punk band, Juju’s pregnancy, and Raven’s search for the perfect wedding invitations.

“Karl!” He turned around to see Fame, arms crossed and brow furrowed, voice scolding as she asked, “You still don’t have a drink?”

“Sorry, sorry!” He laughed, making a sweeping gesture towards Adore, Raven and Juju. “I guess I just got distracted by all this feminine grace and beauty.”

“Eat a dick!” Adore retorted, mouth full once again.

“Happily,” he shot back. “Who’s serving?”

Fame wrinkled her nose, taking Karl by the shoulders and gently guiding him towards the bar, where he was met by a bizarre sight, Patrick and Bianca standing side by side and chatting, both smiling and drinking what looked to be schnapps.

Karl had honestly expected Bianca to be public enemy number one of the friend group right now. Raja had caught him up in an email after he saw the pictures of Bianca with her newest blonde, who was apparently Fame’s assistant, Raja always the one to go to if you needed a detailed update on the alliances and altercations in the friend group.

He wouldn’t lie--he was a bit excited to witness the drama of it all. Unfortunately, in this moment, everything seemed disappointingly copacetic.

He was just about to say hello to Bianca when a blood-curdling scream came from upstairs. Detox took off, running up the stairs two at a time to attend to whichever one of his twins was having a meltdown.

When Kelly was little, Karl understood why they had to drag her around to events. But now, both Detox and Juju had established careers and plenty of money to afford child care at home, so it made no sense to him that they were there with the nanny instead of home with the nanny--though at least they knew enough to keep them blessedly out of sight, probably parked in front of a TV upstairs.

“Jesus christ,” Bianca groaned, and Karl nodded, the screams of children surely their own category of horrible.

“I was thinking the same thing,” he chuckled, and Bianca grinned, pulling him in for a hug.

“We need to get him a drink,” Fame said to the bartender, apparently unable to relax until he was properly lubricated.

“You’re been spending a lot of energy trying to get me drunk,” Karl said. “You don’t have any ulterior motives, do you?”

Bianca guffawed. “You two would truly be a match made in hell, huh?”

“You’d know all about matches made in hell, wouldn’t you?” Karl asked, a mischievous glint in his eye.

Bianca narrowed her own eyes at him for a second, then laughed slightly, shaking her head. “Good one, bitch.”

“Karl,” Fame whined, gesturing towards the bartender.

“Alright, alright. Uh, can I just get a triple tequila on the rocks?” He turned to Fame, asking, “Happy? This’ll catch me up quick.”

Fame gave a satisfied nod, but then Karl was distracted by his name being called from across the room.

“Karl!”

Karl turned around to see Sutan at the top of the stairs and he instantly abandoned everyone at the bar to go greet him.

“It’s so good to see you!” Sutan smiled brightly, pulling him into the tightest hug and holding him close, the two men locked in an embrace.

Karl had really truly missed Sutan, emailing or calling not the same as actually being with his friend, even though they were in contact almost every single day. He was so overjoyed that he almost didn’t notice the dark-haired woman standing at Sutan’s side, a pair of crutches under her arms.

“Violet, this is Karl, one of my closest friends who unfortunately abandoned us to go live in London,” Sutan said, punching him affectionately on the arm. “Karl, meet Violet.”

“Hi, nice to meet you,” Violet said, balancing one of her crutches to shake his hand.

If anything positive could be said about Sutan’s dreadful taste in women, it was that they generally had a strong sense of personal style, and this one was no exception. She wore a deep green dress with a high neck and long sleeves, the cut flattering on her slender frame and hiding her cast.

For a moment, he was almost impressed- until he noticed that she was barely paying him any attention, her eyes all over the room behind him like she was looking for something.

“You too, Violet,” Karl said. “I love this dress. Is it Versace?”

“Yes.” Violet glanced at Sutan, who put an arm around her, looking very proud of the incredibly mediocre first impression his girlfriend had just made. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” After a moment of awkward silence, Karl gave a tense smile.

Good lord, this girl was dull as rocks.

It never failed to astound him how Sutan wound up with such basic bitches. He supposed that it had something to do with how laid-back he was: he almost never chose the girls; they chose him.

Although if his idiotic grin could be believed, he was strangely gaga over this one.

Karl knew he should have told him to just call Violet back in September, being ignored by her clearly terrible for Sutan’s critical thinking skills and decision making.

“Karl, you left without your drink,” Fame said, handing over the glass, and suddenly Karl was grateful for her relentless hounding, taking a huge swallow and letting the tequila burn down his throat.

“So…” Karl looked back at Violet. “I hear you two have been shacking up.”

He loved Sutan with his entire heart, but the man wasn’t easy to live with since he always put work first, wasn’t easy to be around - not even with a broken foot. But if Sutan’s emails were to be believed, there hadn’t been any issues at all, which meant Karl had to do his own digging.

“How’s that going?”

“It’s been great,” Sutan laughed, “Right, lovely eyes?”

Karl had to use all of his strength not to retch at that particular nickname, studying Violet’s reaction. Upon closer inspection, her face was not quite as pretty as she looked at first glance, especially the set of her lips--resting bitch face was an understatement, everything about her mean and distant.

“Yes. Great.”

Karl couldn’t pinpoint it, but her tone was terrible, dry and uninterested, like she’d rather be anywhere else.

“Can I-” Violet looked around the room. “I need to sit down-”

“Right. Sorry!” Sutan looked around, spotting empty seats near the bar. “Come on Karl!”

***

Bianca wandered towards the girls with her drink in hand, dropping a kiss to the top of Juju’s head before gesturing to the sofa.

“Mind if I sit?”

“Go ahead!” Juju smiled up at her, one of her hands resting on her belly, “Although at the rate I’m growing, there may not be room for you much longer.”

“Ha!” Bianca sat down, placing her drink on the side table. “So I guess I shouldn’t ask how you’re feeling?”

“I’m feeling like a cow,” Jujubee complained, though she was rubbing her thumb up and down, gently petting her belly. “Thank God this is the last one, and that there is only one this time. Another set of twins would have killed me.”

“I’m very glad to say I can’t relate,” Bianca laughed.

“Oh, come on, Bianca, you’ve been a mother,” Raven said, her voice silky smooth, lashing fluttering as she continued, “I mean you practically raised Adore and just adopted a new baby, right?”

Bianca knew, of course, that this was Raven’s sad attempt at a joke about Courtney’s age, and she rolled her eyes, asking, “Wanna get to the punchline, cunt?”

“There’s no punchline! I just think you’re a great person for being so generous with today’s youth,” Raven said proudly, and Bianca responded with another eye roll.

“Where is your little conquest tonight, anyway?” Juju asked, sitting up straight as Detox came back down the stairs, thankfully without a toddler on his arm.

“Working.”

“Oh...what a shame,” Raven clucked. “I was really looking forward to having her catch me up on Sesame Street.”

“Princess please, she’s obviously watching a big girl show like Dora the Explorer,” Raja cut in, settling down beside Raven on the loveseat.

“You know what, you’re both assholes.”

“Maybe we just think you can do better, Bibi,” Raja shrugged, putting an arm around Raven.

“Exactly,” Fame piled on, perching delicately in a chair. “I mean for god’s sake, Bianca, I’ve seen her wear neon. You can’t be with someone like that.”

“Yeah, well, neons are back,” Bianca grumbled.

“Neons are great,” Detox grinned, settling beside his wife. “Very in amongst high schoolers.”

Bianca attempted a smile, but it came out more like a sneer. She’d been expecting this, of course, but it was still annoying. She looked around, craning her neck to try and spot her sister.

Where was Adore? Surely she’d be just as annoyed at everyone talking shit about her best friend, but she was probably sneaking a cigarette on the back terrace or hiding upstairs with the kids.

“I think she’s great,” Juju said, and Bianca was grateful for at least one person on her side, ignoring the eye rolls from the peanut gallery as Juju continued, “She’s sweet, smart, spunky, I totally get why you like her.”

“Thank you! See, this is why you’re my favorit-”

“But she’s too young for you,” Juju finished, and Bianca scoffed. She should have known there’d be a ‘but’ coming.

“I’ve always hated you,” she said flatly, taking a swig of her wine as the others laughed. “But come on. She’s in her 20s, what’s the big deal?”

“She’s on the wrong end of her 20s,” Juju said with a light grimace, Detox nodding at her side.

“No, she isn’t. She went to school with Adore. So she’s what, mid 20s? That’s not even-”

“She’s 21,” Adore said, choosing that moment to return, flopping down onto the floor next to the sofa with a full plate of snacks, casually adding. “She graduated early.”

“When are you flying to New Orleans again?” Bianca asked, and Adore laughed.

“Listen, don’t be mad at me. I totally ship it; you know that,” Adore said, handing Bianca a napkin with a mini quiche as an apology.

Bianca took it, chucking her sister on the cheek before barreling on.

“By the way, you’re all a bunch of hypocrites, because nobody gave Tan shit like this when he started dating Violet!" Bianca gestured towards the bar where Sutan and Violet were chatting with Karl and Patrick.

“Wait, we didn't give him shit?” said Juju. “Oh man, I gotta think of some jokes.”

“Bianca, listen,” Fame said. “The real problem is that she’s barely competent-”

“Rude,” Adore muttered, and Bianca rewarded her loyalty with a shoulder squeeze.

“I’m just saying, she already has enough trouble focusing on her work. I don’t need you breaking her heart,” Fame said pointedly.

“Look, she really has improved since she first started,” Raja said, continuing with an arrogant wave of her hand. “I see her growth, as minimal as it is to me. I just don’t think this is the best idea you’ve had regarding relationships.”

“Duly noted,” Bianca snapped, gripping her glass tightly, more than ready to change the subject.

When they finally moved on, she did her best to follow the conversation about everyone’s vacation plans, but found herself still feeling tense and irritated. She excused herself from the group to go get another drink, then instead headed upstairs to have a moment of peace and quiet.

***

Courtney pulled her coat tighter around herself, grateful that at least she now had protection from the freezing cold wind and rain whipping around her. It had been a long couple of days--weather miserably gray, full of stressful end-of-year fire drills. She’d finally finished putting together the long list of Miss Fame’s business contacts so that she could approve gifts and holiday cards, and was anxious to get home.

Her stomach clenched when her phone began to buzz in her handbag, praying that it wouldn’t be some urgent task that required her to turn around and go back to the office. Surely Miss Fame had her hands full tonight with her party.

When she saw that it was Bianca calling, a big smile broke out on her face. She stepped under an awning to answer.

“B! Hi!” Courtney exclaimed, “I figured you’d be busy with your friends all night.”

“I decided to take a break from the festivities,” Bianca said flatly, and Courtney laughed.

“Having fun, huh?” She tilted her head, hand twirling a lock of hair.

“Oh yeah. What about you? Are you still at work?”

“No, I’m walking to the train,” Courtney said.

“How would you feel about hopping into a cab and coming to my place instead?” Bianca asked.

Courtney looked at the time on her phone, confused. There was no way they already ate dinner, it was barely 8.

“Aren’t you gonna be there for awhile?”

“I think I’m gonna skip out early,” Bianca said with a sigh. “I’m just not feeling it tonight. So, whaddaya say? Thai?”

“Are you sure?” Courtney asked, holding her breath. Of course, dinner and an evening with Bianca was about a thousand times better than the night of cup-o-noodles and Netflix on her phone that she had planned, but she also knew how important Bianca’s friends were to her. “I don’t want to take you away from them if-”

“I’m sure. Please come. I really want to see you.”

Warmth filled Courtney’s chest as she took a deep breath, her smile now so big that it threatened to crack her face in two.

“I’m on my way.”

“Great. See you soon, angel.”

***

“Where do you think you’re going?” Fame demanded, a hand on her hip. She’d noticed Bianca slip from the room earlier and had followed her, her friend now coming downstairs, coat on and cell phone in hand.

Bianca looked down at Fame, a slightly guilty expression on her face and Fame instantly felt her stomach clench.

“I’m...I’m sorry, blondie, I’m just not feeling up for the whole thing tonight.” She let out a sigh, adding, “I’m sorry.”

“You said that already,” Fame informed her, brow furrowed. She had no idea why Bianca was being like this. Of all people, Fame would think that she’d be the first one to be able to take a few jokes about her ill-fated relationship.

She’d certainly dished it enough to all of them over the years.

“Well, I am,” Bianca said, but made no move to remove her coat or put it back as she came down the last few steps, still clearly planning to leave.

“Wait Bianca, what about dinner?” Fame exclaimed, finding it easier to focus on food than her feeling of being abandoned by someone she considered her closest friend on such an important night, her stomach in knots. “We haven’t even had the first course!”

“Would you rather I left in the middle of the meal?” Bianca asked.

“No, I would rather you stayed and had a good time and stopped being so...so…” Fame was looking for the words, anger and fear and worry swirling in her guts.

“Please,” Bianca pressed a kiss to Fame’s cheek. “I’ll owe you one, okay?”

“No. No. This is not okay!” Fame burst out, refusing to accept how this conversation was going, how Bianca was being so incredibly selfish, the fact that she already owed her several ‘ones’ clearly forgotten by her friend. “It’s not okay. I really don’t understand this, we’re just looking out for you.”

“I know. But I’d rather skip ahead to the part where you guys are happy for me.” Bianca sighed, rolling her eyes, and it hit Fame like a punch to the stomach. “Which I assume you will be, eventually.”

Fame groaned. It seemed like Bianca was determined to take this little fling way too seriously, daring to prioritize someone completely new over all of them.

Fame only hoped that when it all crashed and burned, she’d have a functioning office. She shook her head, resigned to the fact that Bianca really was leaving early, skipping out on what was usually her favorite night of the year.

“Merry Christmas, blondie.”

“Merry Christmas,” Fame grumbled back, barely patting her on the back when Bianca hugged her goodbye.

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Work Invasion

Yeah uh, here you go, completely unprompted

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Summary: Peter has to leave early and Harry is not happy about waking up alone

Word Count: 1,962

Date Of Completion: Wednesday, April 1st, 2020

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Had Peter meant to leave to Stark Industries earlier than usual? Absolutely. Did he mean to leave at 5 am before his fiancé woke up? No... not really. But here he was, 5:30 in the morning, speed-walking to work to meet up with Tony Stark to fix his suit. He stepped onto the subway, finding it slowly filling up with businesspeople and junkies, and made himself comfortable on a seat, pulling out his phone and scrolling through social media absentmindedly. After about ten minutes, the subway screeched to a halt at his stop, and he quickly got off his seat and made his way for Stark Industries which was only a block or two away. He jogged his way there and stepped through the employee entrance, quickly making his way to the elevator and sliding in.

The elevator quickly went up and Peter bounced his leg anxiously as he reached Tony’s lab. Tony looked up in alarm as the elevator dinged. “Kid? What are you doing here so early?”

“I woke up too early, I was excited,” Peter explained through his blush and chuckle as he stepped in.

Tony snorted. “I can tell.”

Peter scratched the back of his neck in embarrassment. “Should I go downstairs into the labs while you finish what you’re doing?”

“No, it’s alright, kid. Come on,” He reassured, scooting over and making room for Peter to sit.

Peter quickly bounced forward and slid into a seat beside Tony. “So, what are we gonna do?”

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Harry woke slowly as sunlight streamed into the room, flashing uncomfortably in his eyes. He blinked and turned around, instinctively reaching for Peter to pull closer. He wasn’t there, however, prompting Harry to slowly peel his eyes open to the pale blue walls he and Peter had painted together. He inhaled a deep breath through his nose and looked around slowly, the remnants of sleep slowly drain from his limbs as he pushed himself up. “Peter?” He called softly.

He got no response as he looked to the bed, finding it still empty. He rubbed his eyes and sat there for a long moment, mentally debating about getting up or not. After a few minutes of sitting there, he finally swung his legs over the side of the bed and pulled his heavy limbs up, dragging himself to the bathroom. He bent over the sink and rolled up his long sleeves, splashing water in his face to wake himself up, before washing his face and patting it dry.

He stood up straight, feeling refreshed, and began his day. He used the bathroom, brushed his teeth, made his way downstairs where he made a bowl of cereal and checked his phone as he made himself comfortable as the news played in the background. He had a text from Peter. It read, ‘Hey hon, I got called into work early to repair my spider-suit. I’ll text you during break, love you!’ With several hearts after. Harry smiled fondly and sent a heart back as he continued to eat.

Once his bowl was empty and in the sink, Harry checked his schedule, finding it surprisingly empty. He laughed to himself. “Of course the one day I don’t have work is the day Peter gets called in early.” He muttered quietly.

He began walking around aimlessly, not entirely sure what to do, and cleaned whatever seemed out of place. He pulled some dishes from his and Peters’ bedroom, he made the bed, he picked up some trash that had littered the area, he vacuumed, did the laundry, did the dishes, and once that was done, he wasn’t entirely sure what else to do. Any other cleaning would require more effort he was willing to put in and he didn’t have much else to do. He turned on Law & Order and scrolled through social media, his mind wandering aimlessly.

He sat there watching TV for at least three hours before he stood up decisively. He didn’t get to see his fiancé that morning and goddamnit he was going to see him before 5 pm rolled around. He quickly returned to his room, changing, and made a beeline for the door, quickly formulating an excuse as to why he was retrieving Peter from work at 1 in the afternoon.

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Harry strutted through the main entrance of Stark Industries. The lobbyist looked up at him, making a surprised noise, before letting him go, likely assuming he was there for a meeting. He quietly thanked his status before entering the elevator. “JARVIS, do me a favor and bring me to the floor Peter’s on? He left before I could tell him I had something planned for us.”

“Of course Mr. Osborn,”

“Please, call me Harry. Mr. Osborn just makes me uncomfortable.”

“Alright, my apologies, Harry.”

A smile grew on Harry’s face as the elevator pulled to a stop. He looked up expectantly. “This is not your floor, Harry. There are others using the elevator,” JARVIS informed right before the doors opened.

Harry nodded before feeling his blood run cold. It was Pepper Potts and Tony Stark. Tony looked up in alarm at being face-to-face with Harry. “Osborn,”

“Stark,”

“What are you doing here?”

“I’m here to get my fiancé.”

“You have a fiancé? I was unaware of this.”

“We’ve been trying to keep our relationship on the down-low. I guess we’ve succeeded.”

An awkward silence filled the elevator as the doors closed, trapping the three together. “I didn’t know you were engaged, Harry. Congratulations” Pepper asked, attempting to break the awkward silence with a smile.

Harry plastered one on as well. “Thank you, it’s been two or three weeks now since we made it official, we want the wedding to be around Halloween.”

Pepper laughed. “Going for the fall theme, huh?”

“No, we’re going for the Halloween candy.” He said, a smile crossing his face as he remembered the conversation.

“Harry, please!”

“No, we are not having our wedding on Halloween, Peter.”

“But-”

“No.”

Harry stared at Peter indignantly. “Just listen to my idea, I swear you’ll love it! Just please, let me at least try to convince you.”

“No, because I know you’ll be able to do it.”

“Harry! Please! It’ll be so much fun! Instead of fancy suits and dresses and all that crap, we can wear costumes!”

Harry burst into laughter at that. “What?!”

“We can dress up in fun outfits! God knows you have to wear a tuxedo enough to those lame galas, and I have to go with you to those! I hate them! They’re so itchy! Please, Harry!” Peter begged. He was really sold on this idea.

“We are not having our wedding on Halloween, Peter!” Harry shouted, trying not to laugh again.

“Can we at least have it Halloween themed? It’s my favorite holiday!”

Harry considered the option. “Maybe.”

“Think about it, all that Halloween candy.”

“I’m sold, our wedding’s around Halloween. But we are not wearing costumes.”

“I’ll convince you.” Peter sneered, an impish smile donning his features.

Pepper’s laughter broke the spell of his thoughts and he flashed her an amused smile. “So who is your fiancé?” Tony interrupted their casual laughter.

Harry felt his smile fade slightly. “You’ll see him when we get there.” Harry finally said as the elevator pulled to a stop.

Tony’s eyes lit up with surprise. “Him? I was unaware you were gay.”

Harry flashed him an indignant look. “Is there a problem?”

Tony snorted. “Of course not, I’ve been married to Steve for almost three years now. It just came as a surprise is all.”

Harry kept his gaze steady before nodding. “Alright then.” He said, turning back to the doors and exiting as they opened.

“I’m surprised he doesn’t work with you in Oscorp.” Tony continued, following him out with Pepper in tow.

Harry laughed. “He refused to because he knows I would play favorites and he wants to earn his position.” He explained. “I get it, but I think he chose to work here to take a prod at me. He might be doing so, he might not, but I know he’s fallen in love with this job so as long as he’s happy, I’m happy.”

Tony nodded. “Good mindset to have with any partner.”

Harry scanned the room of scientists, looking for Peter. He pouted slightly when he couldn’t find him, but felt his muscles tighten as he realized the room had fallen still and most of them were staring at him and Stark. Pepper clapped loudly. “Back to work, everyone, this isn’t show and tell.” She shouted.

The scientists quickly resumed their work, still sparing occasional glances in their direction. After a few moments, Harry smiled as he saw a familiar face begin to weave his way around the scientists, towards him. “Hey, hon.” He greeted happily as Peter ran up to him.

“Harry-” He was cut off by Harry wrapping his arms around Peter tightly and hugging him happily.

“You didn’t say goodbye,” Harry mumbled into Peter’s neck.

Peter hugged back and nuzzled him. “I did, you were just asleep. Gave you a goodbye kiss too.” He hummed, closing his eyes and breathing his scent in.

“Parker?” Tony asked in alarm.

Peter quickly stepped away from Harry. “Uh, Mr. Stark, this is my fiancé, Harry Osborn.”

“Yeah, we took the elevator up with him. I had no idea you were engaged.”

“Yeah uh… I try to keep my personal life out of-” He hesitated before looking at Harry. “Out of my job life, I know they intersect at some points but I try to keep it out as much as possible.”

Harry knew that Peter was referring to vigilante life, he could tell that Tony knew that too. Tony nodded. “Yeah, I guess that makes sense.”

Peter crossed his arms and took a step back. “Alright now, what did you come to invade my job for? And if you dare say it was because I didn’t say goodbye, I will, in fact, slap you.”

Harry laughed. “Is not wanting to see my fiancé reason enough?”

Peter rubbed his hands together. “Better get to explaining, Osborn.”

Harry put his hands up in surrender. “I had an idea for a date, but it’s something that can’t be done after work. It’s pretty time-sensitive.”

Peter seemed to consider it. “What is it?”

“Can’t tell you, it’ll ruin the surprise.”

Peter bit his lip and glanced back to the lab behind him. “Why aren’t you at work?”

“I had a day off.”

Peter thought for a moment, before sighing. “How much fun do you think I’ll have?”

“You’ll absolutely love it, Peter,” Harry promised.

Peter seemed to look around, before sighing. “Alright, fine. Let me clean up for a bit, you’re okay with me leaving early, Mr. Stark?”

“Kid, you came in four hours early and you’re leaving four hours early. The math seems to line up to me.”

Peter smiled. “Alright, thank you, Mr. Stark.”

Tony patted his head. “No problem, kid. Go have fun.”

Peter nodded and quickly leaned forward, pressing a kiss to Harry’s face. “Give me ten minutes to clean up.”

Harry nodded. “Make it quick babe, times wasting.”

Peter nodded before quickly turning back and running to his lab. In about five minutes, he returned. “Less to do than I thought, let’s go.”

Harry nodded. “Let’s,”

Tony waved them off as the two went into the elevator. “So, where are we going on this date?”

Harry laughed. “So you know how you wanted to adopt a kitten?”

Peter’s eyes widened. “Harold you did not.”

“We’re going to the humane society.”

Peter laughed loudly and threw his arms around Harry. “HARRY! YES!!” He cried out happily.

Harry laughed and hugged Peter back. “You’re welcome.”

#parksborn #parksborn fanfic #aged up characters #peter parker #harry osborn #msm 2017 #marvels spiderman 2017 #peterharry #fanfic #fanfiction #fic

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ilikelookingatthings · 4 years

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Akatsuki no yona chapter 195: youtube comment I’m proud of: Part 1

Well, even before yu-hon met the mom the mom had heard the rumors about the conquering prince. Its just after she met him and he was kind to her it was very easy to forget those rumors since evidence of them weren't in front of her eyes. people act differently in different contexts and yon-hi is seeing a limited view. but its also a view no one else would be able to see ,she sees the intimate side on yu-hon. has the time to understand his deep care for his country and brother and know that soft side that waited by that tree worried even after a month of her avoiding him. but people are multifaceted.

He simplifies defeated his enemies and killing all those people as protection for the kingdom, or in the case of the priests protecting yon-hi. if you convince yourself something has to be done to preserve the people in your group than you can treat others you see as a threat terrible but still be really kind and a good guy in your own group. I think people trust yu-hon to much that if he sees something as a threat and it has to go or die in his eyes then they can accept it easily because they trust yu-hon has the countries best interest at heart. even yon-hi bought that the priests deserved it and that it was justified until her own family pointed out the priest had been kind to them and soothed their search for a reaso for their suffering of the disease. that the punishment didn't fit the 'crime'.

I don;t believe it was a golbie situation at this point honestly when it comes to the priests. the priests already had a high role in the kingdom and a history so they wouldn't have the motivation to usurp the king. after all they worked together with the emperor father to help create one of the most successful times in the country. If anything I'd probably compare them to kija's town who mean well even if they can be overly excited.

you seem to assume the priest must have done something wrong or sketchy enough off screen that yu-hon must have had a better reason or must have known there was a secret threat...but yu-hon was alread biased against them and hated visiting them for church even though it was a kings duty to do that for the nation because he hated the idea of bowing to them on a higher seat. Yu-hon is also shown he is a terrible listener and not always think things through. he doesn't search for others opinions. he did ask yon-hi or her family what they wanted done with the priests even though he claims the promise to keep them safe is the reason why(or at leat yon-hi thinks thats the main reason why).

I personally think kashi when kashi said if she did or didn't this doesn’t change this fate...pretty sure she meant whether she told the king about yona being king hirriyu or not this doesn't change that the emperor chose Il and won''t make yu-hon emperor again. it really doesn't matter if kasshi told the king or not. what's bothering yon-hi isn't yona. its that yu-hon wasnt chosen. If kasshi told yon-hi that she did tell the father about the reincarnation all it would do is let yon-hi think that was the only reason yu-hon wasn't chosen.

it lets yu-hon and yon-hi have a excuse. that yu-hon was clearly the better pick but Il was chosen because the dad was hyper religious or couldn't be objective or held a personal grudge about the priests. which while a understandable assumption when you think yu-hon is the superior choice from the get go but also a narrow minded one because it implied that is one of the only reasons the emperor would choose il over yu-hon as emperor. Even yu-hon even if he loves and wants to support his brother, used to always scold prince Il and tell Il to change and be more like yu-hon. yu-hon even admitting he cant be too mad at others because even yu-hon gets frustrated with his brother looking down alot or not being manly in previous chapters and also askings himself why and said his dad wasnt thinking strait and that prince Il doesn't have what it takes.

as much as yu-hon loves his brother and admired yon-hi because she never looked down on Il and saw there was a value to Il....yu-hon is also the guy who let all those ladies talk bad about his brother without correcting them or scolding them before in the past.

I like your view about yon-hi's view about fate but what I think is fascinating is that yon-hi only really began to think about fate and purpose after finding out about yona. you brought up that yon-hi's family lived hoping for some meaning protecting the blood but I think there was a big difference between them and the dragons. the dragon had proof they were dragons. the white dragons had resentment waiting but they also took pride in it and the others didn’t really think of it as a meaning.

the reason's yon-hi's family where living like that was because they had caused great tragedy when they tried taking back the kingdom a long time ago so they decided to live quietly after that. it wasn’t just to protect the blood.... the family were war criminals in their history when they tried to coup. its another reason why the tragedy of the priests hit hard.. they hid so they would be safe and it wouldn't risk future blood shed trying to take back the kingdom like last time. but by getting yu-hon to find them out and letting a outsider in.. the irony or protecting the secret was blood shed happened again. its one of the reasons yon-hi and her family didn't have the 'we are owed the thrown' vibe most in their position would have knowing they are related to th one who created te kingdom. and all they knew was that there was a chance of inheriting the disease and they tried to think of comforts. like saying that if they died early it was because the gods loved them so much they died early so he dragons could meet the grandkids of the hirruyu they loved. its true the mom thiugh they should protect the blood but its not like protecting the bood was the only reason they stayed isolated.

#akatsuki no yona #yon-hi #yu-hon #king il #kaashi #yona #chapter 195

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pokemon-ventures · 4 years

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Blank Slate

Part 2! Part 1 here!

Checking out and getting home with Lance seems like a dream come true... mostly.

(Get ready for cliches)

Lance watches you try and process the whole thing, you staring at your ring and then his to confirm they do indeed match. A little part of him found it amusing to see you so reserved and self conscious around him after working to get you to be the opposite. He supposes the two of you will have to start from the beginning.

Not a huge problem, as long as you’re comfortable with it.

“(Y/N),” he starts, pulling away to sit at the chair closer to the bed. “Don’t worry about it, just eat some food and we can go from there.”

The way he says your name, with warmth and love, makes you flush and your heart race. You force yourself not to smile like a fool and turn to the tray of hospital food.

Well, that was easy, you grimace at the hard bun, overly sweet berries and soggy vegetables.

Your eyes meet Lance’s, his gaze apologetic for not bringing you something more delectable, so you opt to eat the Jello and have a few bites of soup. Your hand trembles as you pick up the spoon and stab at the hunk of blue Jello, Oran flavored and good for replenishing energy. It’s tougher than it looks and you struggle with getting it until Lance’s hand covers your own and helps you.

You jump under his touch, still not used to the idea of having a husband and feel bad when he apologizes.

“Would you like me to leave? Your family should be here soon,” he offers, sitting back down after helping you get the Jello to your mouth.

You swallow it with a slight cough. “There won’t be much recovering going on if I stay with my family. When I worked in Olivine, I wasn’t dating anyone and suddenly I’m married? To you?”

Lance smiles. “I get that. Hon- (Y/N), it’s a lot to take in and I don’t expect things to go back to normal. If you want, I can take you to our house, home, and we can set up some rules and stuff like that.”

The shaking in your hands lessen as you continue eating and listening to him. It makes sense to go with him, he’s proved you’re together, though you’re still shocked. Going with your family would stress you out more, you love them, but they can be a bit much. It would drive you insane.

Once you’re done, you’re feeling marginally better and want a change of clothes. You’re slow to get up, your body sore and your head spinning as you push the tray aside and move to the edge of the bed. Lance moves quick, catching your hand and pulling you to your feet slowly.

“Oh, uhm,” you stutter, your free hand splays across his uniform. “Th-thanks.”

He chuckles, giving you space but keeps your hand in his to guide you to the bathroom. Once there, he sits you on the chair and moves to grab your clothes from the couch. You watch him step in and swing the door shut, he turns and sees your face beet red and offers to call the nurse instead.

“I-if you don’t mind,” you avoid his gaze. “I’m sorry.”

“There’s no need to be,” he puts the clothes on your lap and touches your shoulder. “I’ll go grab her, sit tight.”

A few moments later the nurse comes in and gets you dressed, the shirt feels familiar but you know it’s Lance’s. It’s loose, dark gray with a blue lined design on it. It’s cute and smells deliciously like him.

Still have that crush on him, you roll your eyes at yourself as the nurse takes her leave.

Back in the main room, you stumble upon Lance conversing with your family before getting swamped by your siblings. It’s a tearful reunion and you already feel tired in their presence. Thankfully, Lance does all of the talking and explaining of the situation, allowing them to feel at ease. They make him promise daily updates and urge you to message if you need anything.

By the time they leave, you request a wheelchair to get you out of the hospital and look forward to laying in a real bed.

With Lance? a voice questions in your head, making your hands come up to cover your face.

“You okay?” Lance questions from above as he pushes your chair towards the door.

“D-don’t mind me,” you mutter back, his laugh brings a smile to your face.

At the entrance, a nurse takes over the chair as Lance pulls out a League pokemon to teleport the two of you home. He struggles with wanting to give you your space and not wanting the teleport to surprise you. In the end, his puts a hand to your back as Alakazam’s eyes glow and the world spins around you.

When it stops spinning, you stumble into him feeling sick and dizzy all of a sudden. His hands grab your elbows and set you down on the ground slowly, and gently. He puts your knees up so your head can rest there as the spell dissipates.

“You okay, honey?” he smooths your back. “I figured that would be safer than flying. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you gasp, blushing at his pet name and touch. “I probably would have died in the air.”

He laughs. “As usual. But come on,” he gets up and takes your hand to help you stand, “I can make you some real food for dinner.”

“You cook?” you ask, keeping your hand neutral in his as he pulls you up the front steps of a beautiful home with a wrap around porch. “This is our house?”

“Yes and yes,” he smiles back at you.

He unlocks the door and shoulders his way in with the duffel bag hanging over one arm and you in hand. Once in, he shuts the door behind you and sets the bag on the floor and squeezes your hand before letting go.

“Eat first?” he raises a brow.

At your nod, he marches down the hall with purpose, leaving you looking confused and lost in your own home. He pauses, you raise your eyebrow, and turns back to you. He coughs into his sleeve and gestures for you to follow him.

“Sorry, I’m so happy you’re home, I forgot about your memories,” he rubs the back of his head. “Let’s get some good food in you and then a tour, if you’re feeling up to it?”

He looks adorable being sheepish and it soothes your nerves to see this more human side of him. You shuffle after him, trying to contain the butterfree fluttering in your stomach at the thought of Lance cooking for you. He seemed confident about his skills when you asked, and you’re married to him, so it’s safe to assume you like his cooking at least.

Despite his welcoming attitude, you can’t help but feel alone at the island as he unclips his cape, unzips his jacket and tosses it aside on a chair. Donning a black t-shirt underneath, you trace the curves of his muscles as he slips an apron over his head and ties it up. You look away before he can catch you and trace your finger along the dark counter top.

“Take a seat, what would you like?” he gestures to a stool right across from him.

While you contemplate your food options, he grabs a glass of water for you and a glass of red wine for himself. Normally, he’d wait until after dinner, but the stress of not being able to hold you or comfort you makes him crave a glass to chill himself out. He noticed how lost you looked in your own home and it bugged him he didn’t think of that. You are so reserved from him, it’s hard to tell what’s okay and what’s not.

A couple sips in and he realizes you may not even know what he can cook. He sets the glass down and settles in front of you with a determined look. “How about some dumplings?”

#Part 2 #Blank Slate #Lance x reader #Wataru x reader #pokemon #pokemon lance

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sarohara · 3 years

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You both like dance.

Stranger: M

Stranger: not here for nudes

You: Hey

You: Neither me ahahha

You: that zzzzzz

Stranger: hahah

Stranger: nice meeting you

Stranger: what's your name?

You: nice meeting youu dude

You: Sarah it's my name.

Stranger: Nice meeting you Sarah

You: Actually Alie Sarah

Stranger: how old are you?

You: um. i'm 17.

You: how old r u?

Stranger: 18

Stranger: wanna play 20 questions?

You: yea why not

Stranger: Dogs or cats

You: wait. i didn't ask ur name. whats ur name?

You: Cats>>>

Stranger: Im jon

Stranger: not snow

You: Not snow AHAHHAHA

Stranger: I have a cat named Hope

You: Oooh hope

You: It's an amazing name

Stranger: She's so petite that she falls asleep on my tummy everyday

You: ahahahahhahahahahh aw!!!

Stranger: hahah she's AWWDORABLE

You: okay lemme rephrase

You: AWWWDORABLE*

Stranger: hahahhaa

Stranger: your turn to ask

Stranger: I like your vibe tbh

Stranger: you are fun

You: Actually, ur fun.

You: hahahaha

You: um okay

Stranger: haha thanks

You: indie or rock?

You: or none of

Stranger: Hip Hop

You: ohhh i dance hip hop!!!

Stranger: damn, that's hot

You: hot? AHAHAHHA if u say so

Stranger: I love Hip hop dancer

Stranger: dancers

You: oh thanks then :))

You: we appreciate that

You: ahahha

Stranger: hahhaa

Stranger: walk on the beach while holding hands? yes or no

You: nah, just if ur my boyfriend or best friend. ahahah

You: or mom. who knows.

Stranger: hahaha okaay

Stranger: do you have a bf?

You: good question.

Stranger: answer will be even better

You: um, i would say,.. i have someone. but i dunno if it's my bf.

Stranger: aw okaay

You: what about u?

Stranger: He's definitely missing out on something fr

Stranger: Nope

You: do u think so? i don't think so ahaha

Stranger: yes, you have a great personality

You: But how can u know that? ahah

Stranger: My gut feeling

You: Ooooh whoah

You: That's funny

You: and thanks :)

Stranger: hahah your welcome hon

You: what u doing here?

You: btw

Stranger: I wanted to talk to someone

Stranger: I get lonely sometimes

You: oh i feel you. sometimes.

You: do u wanna talk about it?

You: idk. just open up.

Stranger: Yeah i mean it gets depressing

Stranger: this life and shit

You: what's going on with life?

Stranger: I want to be a musician and nothing is going as planned

Stranger: so it gets tough sometimes and I dont have many friends to share this with

You: oh musician. that's awesome. but u know right...nothing's easy..but u can do it. i believe in you.

You: hey, what about me

You: i'm your friend now ahahah

Stranger: Thaanks, see I told you, That guy is missing out on something amazing

Stranger: yess you ARE <3

Stranger: THANKSS

You: Awwwww my goodness

Stranger: cuddling on top of a mountain under a million stars? yes or no

You: Yeaa 100%

Stranger: sooo romantic <3

Stranger: under warm sheets, near a bon fire

You: yea quite romantic ahahah <3

You: i'm not that kind of person btw but yea

Stranger: what kind?

You: romantic

Stranger: ah okaay

Stranger: i undestand

You: yea yea yea

You: what time is it?

You: random question

You: ur from texas right.

Stranger: 10pm

You: lemme say something

You: u skipped me. when i was about to show u a song. i got sad aahhaha but no hard feeling

Stranger: am*

Stranger: really?

You: yeaaaaa

Stranger: OH NO WE GOT DISCONNECTED

Stranger: YOU SAID YOU WILL SEND THE LINK

You: YEAAAA EXACTLYYY

You: disconnected? i swear

You: i thought u skipped me

Stranger: yess

Stranger: No, wtf

Stranger: i was waiting for the link

Stranger: and the server went off

You: omegle sucks

Stranger: yeahhh

You: can i show the song now?

Stranger: can you send it now?

Stranger: yes

You: AHAHAHAHA

You: yea for sure

Stranger: oblique

You: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LoY6nmmjnHM

You: idk you yet by alexander 23.

Stranger: wait

Stranger: let me listen

You: take your time

Stranger: HIS VOICE IS SO GOOOD

Stranger: OMG THIS SONG MAKES ME MIS YOU HAHAHA

You: MISS MEEEE?

Stranger: how can you miss someone you've never seen

You: oh my goodness. i felt that.

You: i miss you too

Stranger: you cutieeee

You: ahahhahahaha

You: u know

You: I really like this song. it's a pity I can't show it to the whole world. but i could show u.

Stranger: yes im glad you shared it with me

You: yea i'm glad u like it.

Stranger: i loved it

You: aw, even better.

You: your turn. u should show me one.

Stranger: kisses on cheeks or forehead?

You: can i say both?

Stranger: yess you cannnn

You: both!!!

You: but forehead>>>

Stranger: I love kisses on forehead

Stranger: giving mosty

Stranger: mostly

You: that's so sweet

Stranger: feels so secure

You: yeaaa exactly!!!

Stranger: soft whispers during a back hug? yes or no

You: Aw yeaaa !!

You: what do u think?

You: yes or no

Stranger: I love it

Stranger: it's so romanticccc

Stranger: and sexy tooo

You: Well, lemme say.

You: She will be lucky.

Stranger: I Hope so

You: I'm sure

Stranger: can i keep asking?

Stranger: Im loving this convo

You: Yea go ahead. i have no plausible question but go ahead.

Stranger: kisses on lips or neck?

You: um. lips bc I have tickles ahahha

Stranger: hahahh so cute

Stranger: i love kissing on lips too

You: Yea, well, everyone does. i guess ahahah

Stranger: hahah

Stranger: I hope my questions are not making you feel uncomfortable

You: nah ur fine ahahah

You: if I feel uncomfortable, i'll let u know.

Stranger: Lip biting while kissing? yes or no

Stranger: yes please do

You: Yea. I mean, yea.

You: abhahaha

Stranger: hahaha dont be shy

Stranger: you can be open to me

You: well, i mean...it's natural u know, u just don't think before u do it, you just do it.

Stranger: ikrrrr

You: yeaaa

You: and i'm not being shy oke ahahah

Stranger: hahah

Stranger: yess okaay

You: yessss so whaaat

Stranger: French kissing? yes or no

You: well, what that means?

Stranger: kissing with tongue

You: is it french kissing? ahahah i didn't know that lol

Stranger: Yes hahaha

You: I mean, in Brazil we always do it. ahahah good to know that it's from French ahgah

Stranger: hahaha

You: france*

Stranger: do you like kisses with a lot of spit?

You: ahahahhaha i have no clue!!!

Stranger: hahahah okaay

You: what about u?

Stranger: Yeah i love me

Stranger: in *

Stranger: I like it messy

You: oh okay then. so yea as well ahhaha

You: messy? lmao

Stranger: yes with a lot of saliva and tongue

Stranger: really dirty

You: Oh i get that ahah

Stranger: hahaha sorry, too much info ig

You: ahahah a lil bit

You: ur fine ahah

Stranger: haha thanks

Stranger: cuddling on bed or couch

You: and does it make any difference?

Stranger: hahah ig not

You: i mean, bed seems more comfy.

Stranger: ik, more space more love

Stranger: fav cuddling position?

You: the position that's most comfortable lol ahahha

You: nah i'm kidding.

Stranger: hahaha

You: i dunno. i mean, whatever, cuddling is cuddling.

Stranger: yeah makes sense

Stranger: kissing while cuddling?

Stranger: yes or fuck yes

You: aw ahahha hell yea

Stranger: it's the best

You: ikrrr

Stranger: a place you love being kissed?

You: Forehead? Lips? both.

Stranger: hahah i love it

You: aahhaha yea i know that

Stranger: hahahha

Stranger: feeling eachother while cuddling? yes or no

You: how is it possible, i mean, cuddling without feeling each other?

Stranger: it is lol

Stranger: he can wrap his legs around her pull her closer and feel her with my hands

You: Oooh

You: Yea sure

Stranger: his* ooops

You: Yea yea i get that ahaha and hell yea

Stranger: massaging your booobs from the back? yes or no

You: uuum. i dunno. i mean, yea?

Stranger: hahah okaay

Stranger: too much?

You: maybe

Stranger: sorry shit

You: ur fine

Stranger: you are super fine like fine wine

You: like fine wine? HAHAHA whatever that means. im fine

You: i mean, just don't make it too awkward

Stranger: yeah I wont

Stranger: you ask me a few

You: i have no ideia. i mean, u already asked everything ahahah u know,

Stranger: guys in underwear or boxers

You: boxers?

You: yea

You: sounds good

You: ahhahah lmao

Stranger: hahhaha you dirty girl

You: I ammm nooot

You: lmao

Stranger: you sure?

You: i'm preeetty sure

Stranger: okaay hahahaa

Stranger: i can make you one

You: make what?

Stranger: girl <3

You: nah im fine like that ahaha

You: oh ahjahahha

You: my girl**

Stranger: hahah yesss

You: sounds a quite better like that

Stranger: okaay

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cecilspeaks · 5 years

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147 - The Protester

Hot singles in your area are staring into the forest and grinning absently.

Welcome to Night Vale.

Astronomers are frantically trying to determine why a chunk of the moon is missing. Ragged and greedy like a slice removed from a pie by hungry hands rather than a civilized serving utensil, the gap in the moon has been baffling professional sky gazers for weeks. Fun fact: did you know a group of astronomers is called a commotion?

Astronomers believe the moon could be eroding, because people have stopped believing in it, like ancient Roman polytheism. Others have theorized that the moon was damaged by enemy ships in the ongoing Blood Space War. But people on the internet have countered that this is part of the mandala effect, and that that piece of the moon has always been missing and we’re collectively misremembering. Like how those beloved picture book bears that we all remember as the Berenstein Bears, have by all physical evidence always actually been spelled “The Dog Pound Boyzzzz”. Boyz with a Z. Because of the 2016 city ordinance that proclaimed that anything can be true if you say it loud enough, astronomers are forced to consider all sides.

I don’t know any astronomers, but I do know a scientist! My husband Carlos has been the leading scientific mind in Night Vale since we started dating, almost six years ago. Carlos says that he has been studying and interesting meteorite he found out in the sand wastes and scrublands beyond Night Vale. He believes this particular rock is a piece of the moon. Standing before a giant wall of blinking lights, flickering screens and intermittent beeps, Carlos determined that this piece of the moon broke off only one month ago. But this is impossible, because no one can remember seeing the moon breaking apart in the sky. Well, maybe we were all asleep when it happened, I told Carlos as I dabbed away a small crumb from a cheese Danish that had gotten stuck in his beard. Oh, fun fact: Carlos grew a beard! And I have never liked beards on men, but now – I do. It’s got two thin silver racing stripes down the chin, and the hair is so soft. We’ve been married over two years and every day, I fall more in love.

Oh right, the moon, OK good God, always with the moon. [mutters] Yeah, yeah… Carlos has been studying an unusual number of empty homes and businesses about town. He noticed that the houses on either side of us are completely empty, but he didn’t remember them being empty before. He remembers us having neighbors, but he couldn’t name a single thing about them. He believes this might be related to the damaged moon. Whatever happened a month ago to the moon immediately caused us all to forget it, because something in our timeline changed. Carlos said: “Perhaps we are not forgetting people and events, perhaps they never existed at all.” His eyes were cloudy with pensive thought, and I touched his furry cheek and said: “You’ll save us, hon. I know you will.” He smiled and asked if I’d be willing to reach out to archeology professor Harrison Kip again. Carlos, uh, had been communicating with Kip about this very issue, but now emails to Harrison keep bouncing back, and his phone number is no longer in the phone company’s database of working numbers. I laughed and said: “Carlos, I don’t know who Harrison Kip is!” Carlos looked worried, and said he wasn’t sure he did either. But he felt like he should.

Protestors have organized a sit in in front of city hall, demanding an end to the Blood Space War. The city council, seeing the crowd of about 150 people gathered around the front entrance of their building, took immediate action. They announced they would be taking a long planned family vacation to the Badlands National Park in South Dakota, until this whole protest thing runs its course. “We don’t believe South Dakota actually exists,” the single-bodied, multi-voiced council said. “When you look at a map, it seems like it exists, like it’s just right there when you look at it and it’s between two other identical states, so it would make more sense for it to be there than not. Anyway, this feels like a great time to take the kids to see Mount Rushmore.” As the city council said this, several small childlike heads emerged from the city council’s singular body and screamed in happy unison. Or terrified unison. Mm, it’s hard to get an emotional reading on screams.

The organizer of the protest is 20-year-old Night Vale community college student, Basimah Bishara, whose father Lieutenant Fakir Bishara returned home from the Blood Space War three years ago. Basimah greeted her father’s return with joy, but that joy has since been replaced by confusion and pain. Let’s hear Basimah’s story in her own words.

Basimah: Time no longer works correctly for my father. I understand time does not work correctly for many people in Night Vale, but it had always worked correctly for him before the war. In December 2015, he returned home after 11 years of serving our city, our country, our planet in a war that still makes no sense to me. I was six when he volunteered for service, he was 30. 11 years later when he returned home, I was 17. My father was 19. He did not remember joining in the war nor having a daughter nor meeting his wife. He is a teenager, like I was. I no longer am a teenager, but my father still is. He has stayed 19 years old. Time no longer works correctly for him.

My mother Tahira raised me. She expressed reticence about the band I started, the music we played. She grounded me when my grades slipped and shouted at me when I told her I had a girlfriend. But she came to love Marina and more, my mother came to understand as both as people, as women. Not as rivers to be damned or levied.

My father’s return has been especially hard on her, because she is 45 and her husband is a 19-year-old stranger. You probably know what it’s like to have a father, to have a man much older than you who changed your diapers or watched your diapers being changed. Who taught you to speak or ride a bike, who helped you develop as a human from an animal from a larva from the simplest, squirming wad of meat into an adult. That father will always be a father, not a friend, not an equal, a father. You probably do not know what it’s like to see a father at your age, to talk with your father when he is also barely an adult. To have your father lonely and inquisitive think of you as his only friend in the world, while you look to him for guidance and love. But he is incapable of both, at least not in the way you need to be guided and loved.

It took two years for Fakir to open up about the war and it still makes no sense to him nor me. The Blood Space War requires constant shifts through time, through worm holes to change lost battles into won battles, to undo what has already been undone thousands, millions of times over. The future does not look like a blank page, it looks like a tattered sheet of paper, grayed and frayed from countless transcriptions and erasures of history. Battles are won and then undone through time travel. We lose our lives and then regain them by traveling backwards and fighting again. We are winning the war by perpetuating the war. Last month, the Polonians attacked our earth, I am sure of it. The only evidence is our broken moon. I believe the general undid this attack with time travel and this has changed our reality, changed who was born, who ever lived in the first place. People are disappearing because they will have never existed.

People think we’re crazy for protesting. I’m 20 and my father is still 19. I’m not crazy. My mother Tahira is not crazy. We are angry.

Our next protest is scheduled this afternoon at the corner of Earl and Somerset by the Dog Park near the Ralphs.

Cecil: Not sure what Basimah was referring to. That’s an empty lot by the Ralphs. There was word for a dog park to be built there many years ago, but it never materialized.

[clears throat] Let’s have a look now at local news. Earth sciences professor Simone Rigideau announced today that she is scrapping all text books and lesson plans at the community college in favor of organized prayer to a god named Huntokar. Several students and parents argued against such an extreme divergence from core curriculum in favor of French religious practices, but college president Sarah Sultan supported her staff member by saying: “Cut Simone some slack. She doesn’t even teach classes. She’s a transient who lived in a storage closet inside the earth sciences building for 20 years. The only reason she has the title of professor is because of antiquated squatter’s rights laws.” Rigideau donned rabbit furs and an old bicycle frame wraught into the shape of antlers, and began spray paintin the Fibonacci sequence on the cars in the college parking lot, all the while singing a ballad about clocks.

The intergalactic military headquarters released their first quarter earnings statmenet this week. Investors were displeased to see that each of the board members of the privately own space defense contractor had purchased a 125-foot yachts and NFL franchises. But those fears were quickly allayed by the announcement of layoffs of more than 5,000 employees. Stock prices for the intergalactic military soared to an all time high this afternoon, at 490 dollars a share. Senior strategic advisor Jameson Archibald said the intergalactic military has no actual earned income. 100 per cent of their gross is from venture capital. Archibald said: “Some investors keep asking how we plan to monetize our military, which is a stupid question, man! I mean, look at this Patek Philippe watch I bought. It’s encrusted with 10 pounds of diamonds, and the watch face was made using an actual piece of the Sistine Chapel. We are doing fine.” Archibald added that the intergalactic military is developing an app and a subscription service that allows people to engage in celestial war fare any time they want for only 12,99 a month.

Alright, listeners, I heard back from Basimah, and she said I was right. There is no dog park. Of course I was right. If I knew there was a dog park being built in this town, I would have reported it immediately. Carlos and I have a dog. His name is Aubergine because he’s purple and European, and Auby is adorable and we love him dearly. I mean, I wasn’t into the idea of having to care for a dog, but Carlos strongly urged this case one morning over breakfast when he said, “I think we should get a dog”, and 20 minutes later, we were leaving the SPCA with our adopted pet. [clears throat]

Basimah said she was positive there was a dog park next to the Ralphs, but when she arrived at the corner of Earl and Somerset, it was all empty lots. To be honest, I don’t remember her mentioning a Ralphs before, because I would have corrected her. There’s never been a Ralphs affiliate in Night Vale. This is what Basimah had to say. Um, hang on, let me just insert the tape I used to record her. And there we go.

Basimah: If a person never exists, did they disappear? If you never knew them, can you miss them? My father spends most of his days playing basketball with friends he made at the rec center. He is 19 years old and trying to escape a decade of inescapable drama from warfare. Asked him who my mother was. I grew up with only my uncle Omar and did not know my parents until my father returned from war. Fakir did not remember my mother. He did not remember his marriage or my birth, because it has not happened yet in his timeline. Asked what if mother didn’t exist at all. What if the general’s time traveling has altered our lives so much that my mother was never born and you can never meet her. My father, the teenager said: “If I never met a woman, I do not know I will not miss her. But I’ll meet another woman.” I asked: “What if I was never born?” My dad said: “Basi?” He hid his tears and then he hugged me, but it was not the hug of a father and daughter. It was the hug of a son and mother. He buried his head into my shoulder and sobbed, repeating: “Basi! Basi!” And I comforted his heaving head with my palm. I said: “Father, Fakir. I think I shall no longer exist soon. [voice fades] I think I-

Oh OK, sorry for the dead air, listeners, I was playing a recording of an interview I did. Wait, nope. I just checked, there’s no tape in the player at all. I thought I had been talking with… Ugh. Aah! Who have I been talking to? Maybe it was my husband Carlos reporting on his findings about the damage done to our moon or, mh, or maybe it was nothing at all. [clears throat] Well, let us forget that we forgot, and go now To the weather.

[Shake” by Wednesday’s Wolves https://www.wednesdayswolves.com]

We have an update on the Blood Space War, Night Vale. John Peters says his brother has returned home again. When he left a month ago, James Peters was 22 years old. But he is now in his seventies, which is the age he should be. John held his brother tightly, crying in gratitude and relief that his own family could return to some kind of normalcy. James at first was heartened to see John again, to see his home again, and to learn that he and the general had thwarted the Polonian attack on our planet. But his tearful smile drifted slowly downward, an evening shadow overtaken by night. Upon James’ face now was the sudden knowledge that he had made a grave error. James looked around Night Vale seeing empty lots and homes, abandoned buildings and sparse streets. According to James, thousands of people have gone missing from Night Vale, because they never existed or never moved here in the first place. The general had leapt in time to successfully stop the Polonians from ever reaching Earth, but the change in the timeline caused Night Vale to change too.

Listeners, this may seem strange, but perhaps there are people you once knew, family you once lived with, places you were in, all of which are gone, and without your knowing. I have tried hard to think of any memory of any experience or person I have lost in the last month, but I can think of none. I told James Peters that perhaps the change in timeline did not matter if no one knew what they had lost, if no one noticed any change. James said: “Cecil, I just don’t know. I don’t know. Maybe if we had a scientific perspective on this, we could better understand how this is affecting us as a community.” And I said I didn’t know any scientists, not personally anyway. There’s the strange woman who lives in the storage closet at the community college, I suppose we could ask her.

The important thing is that we are safe, and that another veteran has returned home, and it is another beautiful day in Night Vale.

Stay tuned next for “Conspiring to Love”, our new relationship advice show, which as a lifelong bachelor sounds like something I should check out.

Good night, Night Vale, Good night.

Today’s proverb: “Nothing lasts forever” is a phrase with two meanings, and they’re both true.

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blancheludis · 5 years

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@whumptober2019 Day 5: Gun Point

Fandom: MCU, Spider-Man, Avengers Characters: Peter Parker, Morgan Stark, Tony Stark Tags: Iron Family, Iron Dad, Angst, Protective Peter Parker, Outing Gone Wrong Words: 2.590

Summary: Peter takes Morgan out for ice cream. This was not supposed to end with someone holding her at gun point.

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Nothing was supposed to ruin their outing. Mr. Stark’s call had come unexpected, telling Peter that he had work to do in the city and whether he would want to watch Morgan while he took care of boring meetings in the tower. It had been a no-brainer.

Peter loves spending time with Morgan, loves being part of Mr. Stark’s family, just like that. They went out for ice cream, listened to the musicians in Central Park. It was perfect. Which makes it rather surreal that everything shattered so quickly.

Peter stares at the man. He wears ragged clothes, appears unkempt, has a wild look in his eyes. All of Peter’s senses scream danger, and that is without taking the gun into account. The gun that the man is currently pointing at Morgan’s head.

A strange calm comes over Peter. They had been walking when a shadow came up out of an alley, snitching Morgan away from his side. He was not fast enough to hold her back, too surprised by the sudden attack. And now a man who does not seem quite steady on his feet has a deadly weapon pointed at his sister.

“Your money,” the man barks, “or I will blow her pretty head off.”

The man reeks of desperation. Any other time, Peter might have felt some sympathy for him. Now, though, he is frozen, the first tendrils of anger nibbling at his shocked composure.

“Now, see,” Peter says, wondering how he manages to keep his voice so calm. “This isn’t going to end well.”

He imagines Mr. Stark turning up out of nowhere, directing a repulsor blast right at the man’s chest. He imagines himself lunging forward, disarming the man before he even knows what is happening. He even imagines Morgan stomping on the man’s foot and making her escape.

Instead, they are all frozen, facing off.

“Damn right it won’t,” the man snarls. His words are slightly slurred as if he is drunk or coming down from a high, looking for his next fix. “Now hand over your money and your phone.”

Peter does not have much money. Never had, and he would not carry it on him if he did. He knows his city better than that.

It does not even make much sense that the man would choose them. Two children, and only one of them clothed somewhat well. They do not look like they have anything worth stealing, and if the man knew who he was pointing a gun at, he would ask for more than Peter’s pocket money.

“I mean it,” Peter tries again. He is afraid of what will happen when the man finds out just how little money Peter has. “You should really take that gun down.”

“Or what?” the man asks, sneering. He has no idea who he is dealing with. “You’ll stutter at me some more?”

Morgan looks up at him. Her eyes are wide, and there is no more trace of laughter on her face. Their entire afternoon is wiped away by one jerk’s fatal decision.

“Peter,” she calls out and makes it sound like a question. Like she is not sure whether he might abandon her to her fate. Like she is scared out of her mind.

“I know, M,” Peter says in as calm a tone as he can manage. He has to sound like he knows what he is doing, like he is not terrified himself. “Everything’s fine.”

The man jerks, apparently angered by Peter’s composure. “Everything’s going to be not fine if you don’t get a move on, boy.” He grips Morgan’s shoulder even harder, shaking her when she winces.

This is going too far. Peter could take the man out. He is fast. He would just have to raise his hand and shoot a web. Or close the distance between them and take him out manually. Also, the man looks impaired by some kind of substance. The gun is already not very steady in his hand, though. Even the slightest of movements could cause him to pull the trigger. Peter cannot risk Morgan’s life like that. She is his sister and Mr. Stark has trusted him with her life.

If only someone would walk past and notice their dilemma. Then again, it would be better if no one startled the man into a hasty action.

“All right,” Peter says slowly, trying to make himself smaller to appear defeated. “Let me just get my money out. It’s not much, I should warn you.”

The man takes a small step forward before stopping himself. He looks too eager. “Stop talking,” he orders, watching each of Peter’s movements with undisguised suspicion.

Peter reaches inside his pocket deliberately slow and gets out his wallet. It is Uncle Ben’s old one and Peter hates to give it away. It will be a small price to pay if nothing else happens, though. He holds it up in the air so the man can see it.

“I’ll come over to you now,” Peter announces. If he gets a little bit closer, he will have better chances of disarming the man without endangering Morgan further.

“Like hell, you will,” the man yells, newly agitated, causing Peter to curse silently at his miscalculation. Drunks might be open to suggestion, but this one apparently has not lost all reason yet. “Drop it to the ground.”

Peter does not like that at all. Throwing the wallet over would have made sense. He could have even used that as a distraction to finally take the man out. If Peter drops it by his feet, the man is still not any closer to getting his hands on it.

He does not dare to test the man’s patience any further, however, so he crouches down carefully, never taking his eyes off the man and his gun. He puts the wallet down to the ground and adds his phone to the pile, briefly thinking about sending off an emergency signal. The man is watching him too closely for Peter to risk that.

“Now leave,” the man says, eyeing the wallet hungrily.

“What?” Peter asks, certain he has not heard that right. He gets back up, straightens his back in what could easily be seen as a threat. Peter feels his resolve hardening.

“Leave,” the man repeats, sounding impatient.

Peter swallows the urge to laugh. Hysteria will not make things easier on them. “I’m not leaving,” he says, wondering whether anyone would take that option. That is not how this is going to work.

“You will do as I say,” the man barks, swaying dangerously, “or I blow little missy’s brain out right here.”

He looks like he would do it, like he would see nothing wrong with it. He might even argue that it was Peter’s own fault for not following his orders.

Peter swallows down his fear and plants himself on the ground like he is never going to move. “I’m not going to leave my sister with you.”

Peter calling her his sister is apparently enough to pull Morgan back to the present, back from whatever nicer place she has taken refuge in inside her head. She looks up, wide-eyed, her lips trembling.

“Peter,” she says, barely more than a whisper. “I’m scared.”

Pushing the anger down to don a somewhat soothing face takes effort, but Peter does not want Morgan to be afraid of him too. “I know, hon,” he says and wants to add more, anything to reassure her at least a little bit.

“Stop talking,” the man says again, more of a shriek now as if he is rapidly losing the grip on his sanity. He is definitely running out of patience.

“I don’t care about my stuff. I will leave it here,” Peter says, trying to sound calm, confident. “I will not call the police. But you have to let go of my sister.”

There is no way Mr. Stark will let anyone get away with threatening his daughter. Worse, with putting a gun against her head. The man already looks like he is having a rough time, but this was surely the biggest mistake of his life.

“Now, listen here you little shit –”

Peter sees it happening almost in slow motion. Spittle flies from the man’s mouth as he steps an angry step forward, jabbing the barrel of the gun hard enough against Morgan’s temple that she cries out and stumbles, pushing things further out of control.

Peter is moving before she hits the ground, before the gunshot rings through the air. He fires with his web slinger and is not sure whether he hits. He does not even know what he was aiming for. Morgan to pull her out of the way. The gun itself, to perhaps catch the bullet. The man’s hand to redirect the shot.

What he knows, is that his heart drops to the bottom of his abdomen, stopping to beat altogether before it falls into a panicked gallop. He crashes into the man, his foot connecting with flesh and breaking a bone with a sickening crash.

Rage courses through Peter’s veins like molten fire, but he does not give into it. Because more than anything else, he is afraid. He does not watch the man fall, but simply kicks him down and secures him with more webs than are strictly necessary. The gun lies next to him, and Peter pushes it out of the way.

When he turns, Morgan is on the ground. She is moving, heaving little sobs. Her face is hidden by her hair, and Peter does not see any blood but that does not have to mean anything.

Trembling, he lowers himself down next to her. He reaches out to touch her shoulder but is not surprised when she flinches. She shifts a little to the side, revealing a crack in the pavement. The bullet is nowhere to be seen and there is no way to discern whether the crack is new, but there is still no blood, so Peter dares to hope.

“Morgan, it’s over,” he says, his voice as soft as he can make with how unravelled he feels inside. “It’s over. He won’t do anything to you anymore. Can you look at me?”

It takes some more coaxing, an endless repetition of empty phrases of how everything will be all right now. Peter is patient. He remembers being young in a very scary world. He remembers how gunshots ring in the ears and how fear sticks to the skin, seemingly impossible to get rid of again.

“Is he gone?” Morgan asks, sounding younger than she ever has before.

“He is still here,” Peter says because lying about this would only backfire as soon as she looks up. “But he cannot do anything. Remember how we stuck your dad’s tools to the table with my webs? He couldn’t get them off, not even with the gauntlet.” Distracting her will surely not work, but Peter has to try. “I’ve webbed the man up. I promise he can’t move.”

Peter almost wants him to try. He is itching for a fight. A real one, But Morgan is his first priority.

“I want to go home,” Morgan says, still not moving away from the ground.

Picking her up would be easy, but he does not want to startle her. He needs to coax her out of her shock, needs to look her over for wounds. It is impossible to imagine what he will do is she has been shot.

“I know, M. I’ll get you there right away,” he promises, yearning for the tower himself. For the lake house. For Mr. Stark. “Can you look at me first?”

Slowly, Morgan uncurls and raises her head to look at Peter. There are tears running down her face and she is still trembling. She does not look like she is in pain, but she is definitely in shock and that can mask a lot.

Before Peter can say anything more, Morgan launches herself at him, burying herself against his chest. The trembling becomes more obvious now, wandering over inside Peter’s own skin. He has to remain strong, though, needs to get them to safety first before he can break down too.

“Are you hurt?” Peter asks, barely knowing how to find that out while there is a panicked chorus inside his head, yelling she could be shot. Do something before she bleeds out and dies in your arms.

Morgan shakes her head, but she is pale and cold and pressed against Peter so that he cannot see her. He does not have the heart to push her away either.

“This is important, M,” Peter intones. “Did you feel anything hit you?”

He is running his hands down her sides, does not find any place that makes her cry out. Still no blood. No torn clothes. No obvious wounds. Peter allows himself to breathe in relief. She was not hit. They are not all right, and Mr. Stark is going to skin him alive, but he did not get his sister killed while they went out for ice cream.

“I was so scared,” Morgan whispers against his shirt. But she is still standing, still talking. Peter is honestly not sure whether he would have been able to react this way at her age.

“But you were brave, M,” Peter says and means it. “So very brave. I’m proud of you.”

Morgan tips her head back to look at him. Her eyes are red-rimmed and there is a small red spot at her temple where the barrel of the gun hit her. “Are you really?”

“Very much,” Peter says, somehow managing to put a smile on his face. “Now, let’s get you home. Do you want me to carry you?”

Morgan nods but does not say anything, clinging to him as if he is going to keep her safe from everything scary in the world.

As he steps away, Peter checks again whether the man is secured. For good measure, he webs the gun to the ground too. He should call the police to report the incident, but his focus lies with Morgan for now. He needs to get her home to her parents, needs a minute to calm down himself.

Mr. Stark will take care of the man, will take care of them. Home, Peter thinks, and realizes that Morgan is not the only one who needs that.

Despite being shaken to the core, Peter takes measured steps. This was not like facing off against bank robbers or other bad guys while he is in the suit. This was an unprompted attack on his family while he was out with Mr. Stark’s daughter. With his little sister. Things like that are not supposed to happen when he does not have the mask on. More importantly, they are not supposed to happen to Morgan.

Clinging to Morgan, he walks and walks until they get to the tower. It would have been faster to take a cab, but Peter will not trust either of their lives in a stranger’s hands right now. In no hands, really, but Mr. Stark’s.

“I want my Dad,” Morgan says when they step into the foyer of the tower.

“Me too,” Peter admits without shame. “We’ll be there in just a minute.”

The elevator opens for them unprompted, and as soon as they are inside, FRIDAY says, “Boss has been alerted. He is waiting for you.”

At that, Peter allows himself to relax. Mr. Stark will make things right. They are home.

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elizabethrobertajones · 5 years

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jingle bells, bobo smells, It is no fun, for us to wait All christmas in hiatus

Berens... please...... I beg you........... don't kill the sweet precious moonchild that is Garth. Please. The joke is "how are you still alive!?" and it would be a disrespect to Bobby's memory, and he represents a stable post-hunting endgame that was a beacon in season 9. In this essay I will

They used Dean's dead-voice "we're the guys that scare them" speech about hunting monsters in 13x05 to open. I wonder if Yockey wrote that thinking it might be the logical open to 13x23 and instead they used "this is boring, got any music?" also from one of his episodes.

[i guess! meme]

The recap left us hanging about if Jack was alive or not for the Kaia recap which turns out to be rude even though I know that he's fine ("fine") now because I am so emotionally affected by this dumb lump of nougat that not seeing an instant "he's okay haha tricked you!" legit raised my stress levels a notch.

Maybe because it's 4am and I was demolishing a slab of toast before the December chill in my room got it first, but I don't think there was any particular art or storytelling to the recap worth mentioning or musing on, and this came across almost more like the recap AFTER the break because getting back to plot stuff like seeing Mikey things again... The 13x05 lines make me wary on Dean's emotional behalf but obviously these are for very different reasons so the only real thing that might come up is that Cas is hiding his deal from Dean and Dean sounded so dead in the feels because Cas was dead. Obviously the real stress right now is what's up with Dean re: obvious nerve-wracking things like the djinn bouncing off his head or his swooshy vision, things we've been collecting up to ask more pointed questions about when Michael's in the room.

Americans: "that's downtown Vancouver!/an actual American city!/the ACTUAL American city in the caption!" me: "hurrrr skyline"

How much budget for Christmas music

I hate this episode already

Okay the blood and screaming is improving things.

Listen, werewolves always have so much fun these days. We had the knock knock one in 13x09, the Kardashian ones in 13x23, and now we have wereSanta here, who just spotted the mistletoe. D'aaaw.

These halo-shaped lights in this apartment Michael picked sure are gonna come in handy if the director knows what they're doing.

GARF. Please say you're here undercover.

OH SHIT. Michael KNOWS. Being in Dean's head does that to you. All his peeps get embedded in your brain. Please tell me some 2 way vessel/angel nonsense happens and you can't bring yourself to harm him.

GARTH HAS A LITTLE GIRL NOOOOOOOOOOOO

She adores Mr Fizzles. Garth spends hours with them hanging out together.

I don't believe him though. I mean. He's just telling Michael what he wants to hear, right?

Having a little girl is such a way to die, though. I mean. Can we just... not do that?

Let Garth Go Home For Christmas

Those halos sure aren't landing over Michael's head no matter how many of them there are

Jack: eating gross cereal made of cookies at midnight in the dark

Me: I love and support you and have done the same

Cas: *SQUINT*

Dadstiel is the best

Sam being the "it will rot your teeth" dad is also the best. I love the Dad Heirarchy being established here. Sam is still Dad no.1 and the one who lays down the rules and gets disobeyed about midnight cereal, full on domestic dad-ing. Cas is the dad who hears you munching from across the entire Bunker and sighs and gets out of Dean's bed where they've been watching movies together (I extrapolate from missing data) and comes to investigate but ends up in the Secret Midnight Cookie Cereal Pact instead.

If Garth dies he may bequeath Mr Fizzles to Sam to help parent Jack, who is now keeping secrets about midnight cereal consumption and needs an expert lie-detector to help him parent.

Okay, so, in season 9 after Dean took the Mark of Cain he was up all night eating cornflakes and not sleeping. The corn was symbolic to Cain. Jack goes through all he did and has cookie cereal which is just his sweet tooth. But he had foreign grace implanted in him, and also is tapping a lil bit of his soul to be alive, meaning he's in a weird power situation and we don't know what's up with him at all. TFW are very much like "upright and not coughing blood is good enough for us", especially when with magic involved it's not like they might have an actual science explanation ever come their way.

Jack sitting in the dark is obviously symbolic of hiding things, his cookie cereal is disapproved of and a guilty secret from Sam in the first place, he's consuming something - willingly - that's bad for him and will rot him right after the sweet sweet probably not Gabriel grace he ingested 2 episodes ago, and added all up makes a secret - and he and Cas of course share Cas's deal secret so it's not like Cas can go stomping around complaining to the other dads what he found Jack doing without Jack being like yeah well guess what CAS did.

It's sure a fun way to parallel the beginning of Dean's dark dark arc and Jack's sugary sweet dark arc.

Dean: kid if you are going to sit in the kitchen at weird hours and eat cereal, at least self-flagellate a little *slams the box of cornflakes down in front of him.*

Jack also is wearing a lot of red lately.

Though his new jacket is santa-coloured not like... Mark of Cain doom blood death coloured like demon!Dean's infamous red shirt.

He's currently wearing Cas-coloured shoes and sitting in Dean's spot from 9x13 aka the iconic cornflakes scene in question.

"If you can't sleep, that's understandable, given recent events." "You mean dying and coming back to life."

Cas has been around the humans too long. He talks in euphemisms and gets called out by his too-literal son.

The tables turn.

Oh Jack... so full of worries about Heaven and if his mom is safe, and making Cas confront that nothing is perfect, even Heaven, and have to say it out loud because he can't lie to Jack and sugarcoat this.

Reminds me of 13x06 where he had to tell Jack that yeah sorry not all angels are perfect either. Sweet lil foetus!Jack sure picked the correct angel to be his guardian.

Naomi is "complicated"

Cas. Hon. *hands him a blanket and a bowl of cereal*

OH MY GOD Jack calling him out on why can't Sam and Dean know about the deal.

Having Jack around is so much a breath of fresh air that Cas is starting to regret ever kidnapping him in 12x19.

"They CAN I just don't WANT them to know" CAS. You've been forced to Verbalise A Thing Using The Correct Language. I am giving you an entire gold star. TWO GOLD STARS. I'm drawing a smilie face on them.

Jack is upset that Cas made the deal for him: "they don't need that burden. you don't need that burden" "of course I do. You did that, for ME" - the ole season 2 Dean thing, where it took until 2x08 to know for sure what John did and it basically killed Dean 3 times over and he was a Mess. Not knowing but not having all the answers and being worried/suspicious about what's up with the neat circumstances of being alive again is hooorrible. And this is calling out the whole Winchester cycle of sacrifice (conveniently now with us knowing that John will be dropping by for an episode to really hammer the point home) by addressing how Jack now has to carry the burden of knowing that Cas did that for him.

Cas is like, "Yeah don't worry I haven't been happy in all of Creation." Jack looks earnestly at him. "I'm sorry."

Cas diverts to eating the gross cereal, which he apparently also secretly indulges in, or else, as Mittens pointed out to me, Dean does too and either way Cas is being gross and adorable and hanging out with his kid and this is horrible I hate it oh god it's more sickly sweet than the cereal they're eating.

Garth hiding in the kitchen to panic and phone mom to get him from the party.

"THIS ISN'T YOUR MOM, GARTH, THIS IS AN ARCHANGEL"

And he's just learned to say "balls" appropriately too.

Sam immediately gets The Guilts because he's being leaderly and losing Garth would be his first major blow as a leader oh god oh god no oh Sammy oh GARTH I can't handle this.

Berens sure is invested in the leader!Sam stuff and telling this story long before anyone else was and had his minion Glynn tease us with Maggie earlier in the season D:

I'm calling mom to get me from the party

"It's Ketch" Sam raises his eyebrows like "I forgot he was in this season"

Does that mean Ketch skyped Cas first

that's hilarious all by itself

He has tea because of course he does

Oh my god he's skyping with Jack. Are they buds? HAS HE ADOPTED JACK?

Honestly of all the characters in the entire show he's probably resisted longest so far when it comes to adopting Jack if they ever met even briefly in Apocalypse World.

This is how you can tell he's the worst :P Rowena "I will never love again" MacLeod took all of 20 seconds to adopt Jack.

He's been in England for like a week and his accent is 100x more hammy. "ExPRopriATE"

He's rolling his Rs. I mean. Is that even in our accent? Not in mine.

Jack watching attentively while he tells his story with no judgement forthcoming, just pure interest in what Ketch says... good thing Ketch is too self-centred on his tale of derring-do or he might find Jack's sweet interest flattering and begin wondering if he has it in himself to be fatherly.

I'm suddenly legitimately interested in the unstoppable force of Jack's adoptability vs the immovable object of Ketch's ego.

He posted it. Around Christmas. Look I'm friends with a postie and she's hucking around a bag as big as herself.

Maybe he put a ribbon on it.

From BUDAPEST. Paying extra really is gonna speed THAT up

"Where is our weapon?" "It's been sitting in Guam for a week. I don't understand. Why is it in Guam?"

TFW all react with snark, side-eyes or despair at Ketch, and 2.0 doesn't even get a reaction because I don't think Jack understands how dumbass Ketch is because he's too smol to have fought the mail :P

"We appreciate the effort" "DO WE?"

Cas is staring into the void, meanwhile. Internally, "Well at least I can be sure I'm not going to worry about allowing myself to be happy any time THIS month"

Oh, sweet! The laptop is set up right next to Britain on the map table :')

Hey if they have to brave the post office to get the egg, they can find out Harper is still stalking Jack :D

Cas can't even work out which direction to start rolling his eyes, gives up and walks off. Dean gestures the screen, look what you made him do! You asshole!

"Only thing that can take him down now is the full Ichabod" "?" *gestures decapitation* "oh."

Poor Garth. Werewolves really are the worst. I can see why you were so upset about being turned.

Remember when Sam described him as an "ichabod crane alike" or something, I think in 9x12 when asking at the hospital about him? Maybe? I swear to god that might be a less subtle hint Garth is going to die than Charlie's "merry christmas"

Garth honey nooo

I'm pretty sure we saw Michael mind-controlling the werewolf in the cold open which means we're in for SOME sort of drama next

Oh good Cas is back, I guess he went to scream outside.

"Oh it would have made it if it wasn't closed for the holidays" Sam is being so withering I hope Ketch can feel it from Budapest.

Garth you are going to get in so much trouble and I'm so scared for you and your family at Christmas

At least in this scene Dean n Cas are playing footsie under the table if nothing else.

With Michael holed up in a towerblock for Christmas I am so worried that I should have watched Die Hard before getting here.

D'aw Dean teams himself up with Cas without even hesitating.

Holy shit they used a season 1 clip of the Impala driving past a field of cows.

"Hi we shot this for 1x06 it's practically an easter egg now"

God, it's the promo scene and we're 16 minutes in.

Not over Cas being like "you're happy" because he can't be happy but he's seeing Dean being, you know, cheerful. It's worrying because it's so close to endgame... if they kill Michael, Dean can be happy. And if Dean can be happy...

bye bye Cas

It's so easy with Dean looking away for Cas's silence to be "lol never" instead of "I ought to tell you the string that is attached"

*quietly climbs into the garbage pile as I think about how neither can be happy while the other is as a literal plot mechanism*

Them leaving the door open seems so significant I thought we were going to see Bad!Kaia comically hiding behind it

Awwwwww Jack wants to break into his first building with lock picks!!

I can't believe they're doing this in broad daylight.

I can't believe there was a Gish item to go to a post office after hours dressed as Santa's elves and that's what Jack is doing with that coat

"Who taught you to pick a lock?" "I did. And the internet"

Sam's "that's my boy" face.

"I wanted to stay useful"

that was your cue to tell Jack he's useful regardless

On the other hand he got the door opened and smiled up at Sam so I guess he gets the validation that way instead.

"HAPPY Holidays" Jack is SO PLEASED the box is saying something nice.

BOOM you have witnessed, once again, Sam being knocked out.

Wow, no. His skull is getting thicker, he manages to cling on long enough to watch his boy being abducted.

HAPPY HOLIDAYS, SAM.

Awww Michael came to oversee it. HAPPY HOLIDAYS, Michael!

Sam is way too concussed to deal with this. Or drive.

Michael has a really similar coat to what he had in the AU but for a fancy rich lady instead of a badass hot cowboy which really begs the question of why he dressed SO SO OTT for Dean, even given his fashionista tastes for the other 2 vessels we've seen.

I am sad we don't have the other Michael vessel just because he's off making out with Constantine on Legends of Tomorrow (meta textuality of THAT to be unpacked by fandom at length :P), but she's an absolutely uncanny female double for him with the coat and the ominous camera angles and her general scary vibe.

"You're going to kill me anyway" *MOOSE CHARGE*

I stan one concussed boy

Blorp

No fancy weapons for you guys, use your heads.

Not Sam's head, he's just taken his 3rd hit in a minute.

Garth gets caught snitching though I suspect Michael knew he was listening in and sent Dean to get attacked by Bad!Kaia anyways.

There's chess being played here.

Er, and you're the pawns.

I think Dean is the other player and everyone ELSE is a pawn in Michael's reckoning.

"WHY ARE YOU HERE? WHAT DO YOU WANT?" Kaia, they just shouted like 20 minutes of the plot so far at each other, you know as much as we do at this point.

I love Kaia's fighting stance but oh my GOD Dean walking up to the spear and having it put against his heart. He knows it's a power move but it's also a gentle one, and he's waved enough guns in her face and our Kaia's face... This is one of those moves you use both on frightened animals and also to show you are a good unarmed nice guy and it's an attempt to re-negotiate after all he's done to Kaias over time >.>

"if you're not going to give it to me, kill me" Dean says, at the end of his big emotional appeal to Family And Saving People as his divine guiding forces in the universe by which he sets his moral compass and acts as the best version of himself in the defence of.

Cas behind him like "I hope this works because I love this dumbass and if you ACTUALLY kill him I'm contractually obligated to murder you so like, pls don't escalate this"

"How do I know if you're telling the truth" well he's not so jot that down.

Cas like "can you please stop talking, Dean, I am not agreeing with any of your policies here" because not only did he drag Jack into it, he made a promise that Jack's completely unable to uphold since he, you know, doesn't have the power to get Kaia home any more.

Poor Bad!Kaia though. Spent her life running from monsters too. She and our Kaia have the same trama, but she's so hardened by it :(

"If you don't bring this back to me I will find you and kill you"

Yikes, magic weapons are having a bad run in these parts, I think Dean's pretty much a gonner :P

I love that the Wayward Sisters music plays around Kaia but it makes me so so so so sad

"So, what, is he playing us?" he's playing YOU Dean. Your move!

"Don't you go in there alone." "I know, drive fast"

Aka concussed bab is gonna go in there alone if you don't hurry.

I have literally no comprehension about the driving times involved in this episode because I don't know US geography like that, but it's Berens not Dabb but he's mentioned specific locations so he better have looked these all up on google maps because this is one heck of a fact checkable episode with 4 distinct known and named locations and you all driving to and fro.

I love Michael's new apartment. It has a dark Heaven aesthetic vibe which is perf.

Jack's here and he's immediately deposited under the halo lights.

I can not WAIT for a Jack vs Michael scene.

*chin hands*

"Why didn't you kill me?" *eyebrow raise*

Poor nougat is being made to feel useless again :( This is Michael grinding his heel into Jack while he has him on the floor, kneeling in supplication under those halo lights.

Michael is into villain monologuing. A terrible, terrible habit.

"Death from above," Michael says, the first time he's had halos over his head.

His concept of soul ownership intrigues me because he would get all the humans who died in an attack on this city in his original world. In this he's turning them into monsters but with his grace, so they belong to him. That means that somehow or other he's probably overriding not just their nature to be controllable by him, which overrides in turn Eve's control over all monsters. She totes isn't dead BTW she's just in Purgatory. I'm like 100% sure of it :P Anyway I do wonder if Michael's control over the monsters extends so far as accidentally granting them passage to Heaven by claiming them and overriding Eve's control. Who knows. The thought wandered by and really tickled me.

Because it's a long game with the real value in people for beings of this level just being in their value as collectibles after death, and season 5 was all about our Michael getting all the souls by killing all the humans and storing them away in Heaven and that was his Paradise he was fighting for. And if he's converting entire cities to monsterhood in order to gain control over the territory in a quiet no mess way, then his control and command of them is passed on through the bite thanks to whatever he did to them. At the very least he's managed to make himself into their new Alpha.

I mean unless this is a phase one and he's sacrificing getting the souls of these lot in exchange for a lot more souls down the line.

LOL Michael pulls "I'm your only kin" and Jack's like, uh, REAL Michael is in the cage, POSER.

I love how Jack's got the such simplistic child language of "I hate you" which comes out so honestly and fiercely. Jack's 1 layer personality is reaaally deep even if it is mostly 1 layer. A very very thick slab of nougat. Full of goodness. It's EXCELLENT character writing to balance a character like this. He has a good understanding of the world by now, evidenced by very clearly being able to distinguish AU!Michael from his living kin of our Michael in the cage, and yet at the same time his emotional range is still 100% whatever he feels about a thing and so for Michael it's hate. Because when kids get upset they can yell "I hate you I hate you!" in a tantrum, and Jack's personality is that but moderated and adult and reasonable, and that... What a good approach to writing a character. Om nom nom.

This vessel is definitely way more expressive than the previous two Michaels, which is something I've noticed in a looot of the vessel gender swaps, which really makes me go sociological on why gesturing and fiddling and so on is so much a part of presence for a female character on screen, while male characters are allowed to stand still and just kind of radiate presence. I mean, she HAS presence, but she's been moving her hands a lot and it's the main detail which makes her not match up as neatly. Jensen threw his whole personality into not moving Michael's arms, to follow on from Christian's portrayal.

I think Raphael's second vessel was menacingly still. That actress did a great job. That slow head turn after they hurl an angel blade at her in 6x22... Nice.

Lisa Berry strikes a nice balance at huge presence and only necessary gestures, and Julian Richings was always fiddling with junk food as Death despite his cosmic presence.

Meg was all in the voice and eyebrows, both actresses.

Why am I musing on this? Because it's 7am and I'm having a wave of immense sleepiness and I think I need tea to keep on watching but it's cold so I'd rather stay bundled in blankets >.>

... I have now turned on the heating and got tea and done some stretches to try and ward off the cold-blooded lizard stupor I was sliding into. Brrr. We get Christmas break on episodes because it's so hard to watch in the cold.

"Our relation is more a matter of scale, power." Ooohohohooo but you just said you weren't killing Jack because he was powerless.

I mean I'm crowing at Michael for maybe revealing a flaw in his monologue to me but at the same time that's terrifying for what he plans for Jack because that presumably involves powering back up but under HIS control. Nephew theft.

I say smugly having posted Jack being kidnapped by Michael in Andrea's Diner for his power/money last week so that I can just ride this one out with a "in before this plotline" raised eyebrow.

I mean I was using a hybrid season 8/14 set up with Naomi still being Michael's flunky but the important thing is that he was trapped in an office in a towerblock which may or may not now be exactly this one since I have eyes on it and Michael was gonna do whatever it took to get Jack's share of the company until Cas marched in and saved the boy.

Yeah my diner AU has corporate drama, deal with it.

NOW we're getting to the epic speeches. The time that makes mountains. Epic. And Michael is like hey you and me are the only ones left... And as your power returns and grows, we'll only become more alike. Cut to Jack being HORRIFIED by the concept of becoming anything like his AUncle and losing his human compassion and turning into this evil being that cheerfully talks about how not only to level cities but to improve on the concept.

Finally, we hit the epic tragedy level of Jack's story he's been hiding from in other genres from disney to rom coms to cute twee Christmas movies and even a detour into 1800s consumptive child drama to avoid it. But Hamlet's procrastination has to be challenged occasionally, and so they're face to face and Michael is taunting Jack with how he might be cute as a nougaty 2 year old but oh dear the terrible 2s are nothing to the terrible 2 billionties.

I think this room even has Heaven's furniture, as a riff on it. What's one world to another? One Heaven from another, as Michael says. Find a head office, treat it like a place of power and intimidation and it becomes one.

All Jack says is "Sam, Dean and Castiel. They'll come for me." Because he doesn't know much but in his 2 years he HAS learned who fights for him and considers him family, and who he will really set his morality by.

Of course if Cas ever allows himself to be happy, then ALL of Jack's family has an expiration date and no one can follow him through those eons to stop him straying.

Also: now eternity has a sense of horror to it. The reminder that immortality is awful and this is what it does to ancient eldritch beings. And as a result, that finite humanity may be better when it doesn't come at the cost of erosion of self.

To thine own self be true, to quote a terribly mis-used part of Hamlet and yeah yeah I studied it I know Polonius said that and it's meant to be a ridiculed line. But it's still emotionally relevant >.>

Jack's fierce sense of self and family is his only weapon here. Michael can't cast doubt on that. Maybe fear for the future, but in the immediate presence, Jack has a ROCK.

That red coat also makes him very distinctively the only real colour in the room.

Michael is wearing dark blue for the red vs blue coding, but it's dark enough to not stand out in the decor.

TFW are all wearing brown and tan.

I'm actually quite fond of this stupid jock werewolf.

Awkward silences with jingle bells in the background... why are they making werewolves inherently comical in Dabb era, I don't know. But I LOVE it.

RIP the sexy werewolf.

Dumb jock werewolf has already run off, which MAY be a reminder to panic about all the monsters in position, or he might get stopped on the way by TFW in a strategic position...

RIP other sexy werewolf.

Both, sadly, as hot as they were, die with amusing riffs of jingle bells to accompany their decapitations. No dignity in death for these fuckers.

Sam may or may not be doing a Red Meat by taking them on alone but he sure is in a better position with only a mild concussion leftover from the earlier attack rather than, you know, a barely-treated gut shot.

Man I hope Cas healed up the residual damage of that before the end of season 11.

Sam is indeed alone as he promised not to be while 100% intending to rush right in, which means that dumb jock werewolf did indeed run off into the city, which means that with 10 minutes left a whoops we let Kansas City turn into monsters cliffhanger might be a lark.

Merry Christmas everyone but Kansas City.

I mean Sam doesn't need to rush on the Jack rescue, Michael literally has eons of AUncle-nephew bonding planned.

The fact Alex has visible chicken pox scars on his forehead amuses me so much. While Jack fast-track grew in 12x23 he randomly inflicted the pox on himself as part of the childhood experience. Like, oh, I better get all my immunity from mom so when my 3 dads collectively fail to get me vaccinated at least I've got that. *boop* chicken pox scars appear.

S'gonna be Garth on the other side of that door

OH NO IT IS

Oh no Sam, it's a trap, he's gonna eat you. Oh no oh no you can't cut Garth's head off. He's a Beloved Sweetie Pie.

If this ends with watching Mr Fizzles get a hunter funeral I am sending Bobo a mountain of coal for Christmas.

Love that universal trope of the werewolf ducking away for an embarrassing uncontrolled transformation that looks somewhere between puking and period cramps. Moonsickness.

Michael is the moon controlling it in this case.

Cosmic bodies.

Don't touch him, Jack!!

Transformations with glowy eyes suck :<

This is just CRUEL to make Garth be like "I'm sorryyyyy" as he charges at Sam.

LOL THIS IS A CRYPT SCENE. He's in Garth's head!

"You don't have to do this!" "You can fight this, Garth!"

Me, staring at my mess of red string connecting crypt scenes: How did I get to Garth wolfing out while shouting apologies at Sam and Sam begging him to stop when this all started with Dean n Cas fighting over a lump of rock 6 seasons ago

Oh thank god they ended it with Sam vulcan neck pinching Garth to sleep after Jack took a rolling tackle at him and Garth ends up still controlled and shoved in the back of the car for later problems.

We'll file this under the failures section between bros and move on though I won't deny Berens had me in a cold sweat that I was going to have to throw years of work out because Sam would grab Mr Fizzles out of Garth's pocket and soothe him back to himself :P

Mr Fizzles x Garth as the Destiel parallel of the year

"Thanks for waiting for us," Dean says, angrily gesturing the alive and rescued Jack while uselessly holding the spear.

It's okay baby there's 7 minutes left and Cas still doesn't have fake blood all over him.

I think Mikey might come back around to gloat. He strikes me as the supervillain type to do that.

They figure out the last few chess moves that Michael made while sitting on the trunk that Garth is locked in. Rough.

In the background, Cas strides over to the brooding Jack.

Boop.

"I wouldn't bet against us."

In Which Dean Nearly Decapitates His Brother

Rousing family speech about no odds or element of surprise or fear from Michael, and they go dramatically walking off towards the elevator with blaring Christmas music.

I hate this

Everyone has a weapon except Jack, who just has a series of incomprehensible troubled looks every time anything happens.

The Boy Is Concerned. But is it about what's going on around him, or inner turmoil disrupting his nougaty centre?

He looks placid again during the dramatic walk, while everyone else has their hero faces, he's surrounded by his dads so he can just be like :3 and enjoy the adventure.

Michael is bored and pacing because they took too long having broments downstairs and walking slowly towards the elevator and he wants to do this great dramatic turn when they arrive but the elevator is craaaaaaawling up the building.

Fine, what if I'm not by the window but sitting down with my back to them.

Is Michael NERVOUS?

Big talk about being a zillion years old and then getting impatient.

What did Michael just see? Because he lit up his eyes and got a lot more confident...

"There... he... is" he smirks.

Me when Cas

Cas doesn't usually nearly get a killing blow on me, though. Nice move, bud.

HEY, RUDE. DOn'T HURT HIM

I know he just tried to stab you but I'm allowed to yell that. Also stabbing archangels doesn't tend to work on them but whatever :P

Come on Dean, GET HIM. He hurt the bae! And Sam and Jack now! But nowhere near as dramatically!

Ironically if Michael had just had any patience he wouldn't have fallen for being baited into coming to see Cas snooping around his front desk.

OH NOICE THIS IS THE SAME FIGHT WITH MICHAEL AND DARK KAIA BUT DEAN AND MICHAEL

Ow, Dean not doing so well after all.

Is that Sam or Jack inching a hand towards the spear. If Sam stabs Michael then it's a thanks in return for stabbing Lucifer. If Jack does... Badass, kid needs a big kill.

On the other hand, we're so near cliffhanger time territory that.. well.

Nope, Sam just did the slide a weapon back to Dean thing and Dean got in a hit on Michael in their duel.

Same arm he got stabbed on.

"trust me, that's gonna leave a scar"

Jack I hope you are paying attention to Dad no.3's use of one-liners because he is a master.

When he isn't, like, "you're the shortbus, shortbus."

UHOH Michael is standing with aaaaaall the haloes reflected behind him in the window and Dean is having Suspicious Killing Hesitation

aaaand there's the whooshy vision wow what a surprise

I KNEW IT WAS COMING AS SOON AS MICHAEL'S SHOULDERS WENT ALL CONFIDENT AND HE STARTED STARING AND I'M STILL UPSET.

I mean I knew it was coming as soon as Dean stumbled in like ??? I'm not Michael???

But in the short term, argh.

WHAT IS THIS BAR

It has a moose head, Jo's shooting game from the Roadhouse, and the old jukebox from 4x01's diner where Sam and Ruby hung out.

Aside from anything else this is a horrible ploy by Michael to get the spear.

WHEN DID MICHAEL BARTEND.

I am so intrigued.

But yeah, checkmate, Dean Winchester. Snapped your magic spear and melted to magic egg. What next?

Oh good and now he has the halos behind his head :< :< :< :<

Wanek I am so angry. You get coal too.

LOL Michael giving them a lesson on maaaaaaaybe asking important questions about things instead of just leaving them as soon as a character appears to be functioning on the surface, I type with this paused with Jack in the corner of my screen as a fortuitous example

Michael gloating about breaking Dean is the worst Christmas cliffhanger. I hate you Bobo.

You aren't seriously going to end the season on a snap and make us make Michael is Thanos jokes all hiatus? I mean he already fucked up one planet, decimating it in the name of a better world. Please. Don't do this, Bobo.

He did it.

Reminds me of the end of 3x10 as well, with demon!Dean lurking under Dean, waiting until before the credits to snap his fingers from within Dean's subconscious to remind us he was lurking and waiting.

Aw man this sucks.

Now Jack has to murder Dean after all.

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