#and so i ran through the streets and i somehow had a backpack with some survival stuff

[scentofpines]

yesterday night i dreamed about living in some dystopian world where i killed someone with my bare hands before i had to flee the gestapo-style police through the entire country and today i dreamed about finding a cute cat and her fluffy kittens and taking them home and cuddling them.

my mind is so multifacetted.

[greenwitchfromthewoods]

stitches. l Joel Miller

before Jackson

Summary: the moment Joel thought he might lose you

Warnings:  angst, blood, weapons, Ellie is in on it, tears, rough night for Joel, some swearing

A/N: this is before they appear in Jackson. the idea for this chapter was given by the wonderful @underneath-the-sky-again . thank you so much! i hope you like it, sweetie. ❤️

your feedback is very important to me and I thank you for all the reblogs, comments and likes. 🖤 sorry for all the mistakes

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"Take Ellie and try to get out of here."

You looked at him with fear but also determination in your eyes. He had expected the words that left your lips "I won't leave you, Joel."

"But you have to, if you want Ellie to be safe." You nodded "I'll find you. We'll meet outside the city. Remember that red brick building? We'll meet there."

You didn't ask any more questions, just grabbed Ellie by the arm and led her out the back door. Once again, for a moment, you turned to look at Joel.

"Go. Now."

He should have been less harsh. He should have done a lot of things, and he definitely shouldn't have led you there. The road through the city was definitely shorter, and you could find the supplies you needed for the rest of the journey. 

You were all tired, and Ellie was grumpy. She was tired of sleeping under the stars, and when you got soaked one night, she was even grumpier than Joel.

"Something warm, a piece of dry floor. That's the basics!" she said and finally Joel gave in.

These people were probably thinking the same thing. They knew someone was in the building, but they didn't know how many people were there or whether they were armed, that was to your advantage.

Joel reloaded his gun. Maybe you could get out without being noticed? But he had to distract these people, let them think you left the city a different way. His thoughts ran to you and Ellie once more, he knew you'd be fine.

The moment he entered the red brick building on the outskirts of town he knew something was wrong. It was already dark when he entered and secured the door.

"Ellie?" he called out in a muffled voice "Ellie!"

He almost had a heart attack when the girl appeared at the end of the corridor with a flashlight in her hands. Her eyes were wide, she was shaking.

"Are you okay?" he asked, quickly approaching her "W-What is it? Blood?"

Ellie's hands were covered in blood, some of it smeared on her cheek. She was pale as a sheet. Your name barely escaped her lips, and Joel felt as if his legs were giving out under him.

"That guy appeared out of nowhere!" the girl gasped, "She's bleeding terribly."

Joel rushed into the room after her. He knew one thing, he would never forget this sight. You were lying on the floor. Ellie had somehow managed to take off your jacket, but your shirt was soaked in blood on one side. The old towel that Ellie used as a dressing was already covered in blood.

"Fuck!" Joel hissed, falling to the floor next to you. "What happened?"

"There was a guy..." you replied quietly, you were breathing as if you were fighting for every breath, your eyelids seemed so weak. "A few streets away..."

"And you made it all the way here? In this condition?!"

"What was I supposed to do?!" Ellie groaned, sitting on her heels on the other side of you. "She didn't say anything. It wasn't until we left the city..."

Joel's hands easily removed yours, he lifted the towel and uncovered your side. The red mark from the knife ran almost from your hip to your bra. The wound was bleeding badly, although not as intensely since you moved less and pressed the towel that Ellie gave you.

"She'll be fine, right?" the girl's quiet voice focused Joel's scattered thoughts. "Hey! I'm asking you something!"

He nodded. That was all he could do, because he was afraid his lips would betray him. They would betray his fear, worries and uncertainty about you. It looked like you had lost a lot of blood. How much? He wasn't sure.

Focus! Focus!

"There's water in my backpack. Give it to me!" he ordered.

Ellie quickly rushed towards the backpack and after a moment pressed a bottle into his hand. He poured it over your side to clean it a bit.

"Joel? Joel..." you sighed.

"I know, give me a moment." he mumbled, but your hand lightly grabbed his.

„My backpack... Ellie knows."

He looked at you, confused, and then at the girl. She didn't wait. She ran to your backpack lying against the wall and started looking through it, finally pulling out something that looked like a makeshift first aid kit. She threw it towards Joel.

A small bottle of alcohol, some bandages, antibiotics that had long since passed their expiration date. It looked bad, but it was all he had.

"I'd have to stitch the wound up." He said more to you than as if he was planning on actually doing it.

You nodded. Your eyes were closed, your breathing shallow. Despite everything, when he poured the alcohol on your side, you hissed loudly in pain.

"Fuck! I'm sorry, darling. I'm sorry..."

"It hurts her." Ellie groaned, her voice shaking as she sat down next to Joel.

"I know, but it'll hurt more."

Ellie's small hands pressed a spool of thread and a needle into his palm. Without a word, she walked to where your head was, took your hands, and squeezed them tightly. She knew what had to be done, and so did you. She laced her small fingers with yours and nodded at Joel.

He couldn't remember the last time he was so scared.

Joel opened his eyes and lifted his head. He shouldn't have fallen asleep. He couldn't.

It was starting to dawn. Ellie was curled up next to you, her bloody fingers still tangled with yours. She had spent the whole night watching over you and it was only a few hours ago that he had finally managed to convince her to go to sleep. The night watch belonged to him.

After you had passed out while he was stitching your body, you hadn't opened your eyes yet. Joel knew that this night would haunt him for a very long time. 

Ellie's pale face, her tears running down her cheeks, your blood on his and her hands. He only hoped that he had done everything right. He couldn't lose you, not now, not ever.

Ellie stirred and rubbed her eyelids.

"She's not awake yet?"

Joel shook his head. "You should still be asleep, kiddo." he muttered.

She sat up and rubbed her face with her hand. Her eyes were puffy with tears.

"Do you think she'll wake up?" she asked.

God, she has to!

"If she doesn't wake up on her own, your talking will do the trick" he said, relieved to see the shadow of a smile on Ellie's lips. "You were brave, you know. If it wasn't for you..."

"You sewed her up like a rag doll." she said. "I wouldn't know what to do."

"You would know. You knew she had a first aid kit with her. Good job."

"Yeah, she showed it to me a while ago. She said it was just in case." Ellie stood up and stretched. "I need to find the bathroom. Will you watch her?"

"Yes, ma'am."

She smiled and quietly left the room. Joel leaned his head against the wall and closed his eyes. His whole body ached. Warm coffee would be something he would give a lot for.

A thought flashed through his mind - how long will you have to stay here? Is this place even safe enough for another night? What if he did something wrong?

"J-Joel..."

It was quieter than a whisper, but he still heard it. He opened his eyes and saw you looking at him, your eyelids still heavy, but you fought them.

"Hi, darling." he greeted and stood up to crouch next to you. "How are you feeling?"

"Ughh...horrible..." you sighed.

His hand touched your cheek and forehead. You saw the worry written on his face combined with the sleepless night.

"You had a small fever last night. I gave you antibiotics."

"Shit..." you groaned. "You wasted it on me?"

"Best decision ever."

You wanted to smile, but the muscles in your face were strangely numb. Meanwhile, Joel lifted the jacket you were wearing and glanced at your side. The wound was still red, but it wasn't anything to worry about. The most important thing was that you weren't bleeding. And you were conscious.

"Where's Ellie?" you asked.

"She's looking for the bathroom. She sat with you all night." He looked at you with sympathy and worry. "How did you manage to get here? When I showed up, you looked terrible."

"Yeah... That guy, I wasn't expecting him. I didn't want to shoot... That would draw attention."

He nodded. Damn, he knew you were strong and resilient, but he was still full of worries about you. 

Your presence was soothing to him, and the relationship you had with Ellie... The girl would break down if something happened to you. So did he, although he didn't want to admit it. 

You, on the other hand, twitched strangely, making a movement as if you wanted to get up.

"What the hell are you doing?" Joel covered you with his jacket again "You're staying like this."

"We can't stay here. These people..."

"We'll stay another night, or as long as we have to." he declared. "You won't be able to move around yet."

Footsteps in the hallway distracted you, because you clearly wanted to argue with him. Ellie's face lit up when she saw you and a moment later she was sitting next to you.

"Fuck! You scared us so much." she said. "Joel almost had a heart attack!"

The man threw her a look and shook his head. He listened to her babble as she told you in detail about the night, about everything that had happened. He smiled the moment he felt your fingers clumsily find his and squeeze them lightly.

A quiet "Thank you," that he appreciated more than anything. You were alive. Still. Soon you would move on. Slowly, but still, the three of you.

☆☆☆☆

Thank you for your time.

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[leonstoenailunderhisbed]

My Friend, the Zombie

Summary: Leon is a zombie and reader finds him slumped in a dark alleyway. But unbeknownst to reader… he’s a needy zombie?

Warning: smut. mentions of blood and periods. cunnilingis.

A/N: sorry I haven’t posted any ff but I’ve been fighting my university nonstop😒 anyways, I didn’t know whether to turn this into a smut or a fluff but I ended up going with smut because I’m horny.

Leon S. Kennedy. A well known agent in the DSO, former rookie cop turned into a government weapon. He’s built this reputation around him that made him become respectable around his colleagues. No one would’ve guess that the Leon Kennedy would soon come to an end.

-

Months passed after the outbreak happening in the city. You were out with your friends hanging out at some Target parking lot when all of a sudden, a group of undead rose from the nearby forest just on the other side of the road.

Sometimes you wondered how you ended up in this mess. Now you were roaming the streets with your backpack full of looted items and your combat knife that you stole from the body of a military soldier you stumbled upon. Why was this happening to you? You wondered and wondered but you never came to an answer.

The town was dead. A literal ghost town—well—zombie town to be exact. Somehow, you’ve managed to survive this long. Of course life wasn’t simple. You ate less to conserve as much food as possible for the next day. You haven’t taken a shower since the power had gone out. But that was the least of your concerns. It wasn’t like you were going to bump into someone at this point in life.

You almost believed you were the only human left on earth.

Dumpster diving became a hobby for you. The amount of things people used to throw away were too precious to leave in the dumpsters.

“Jackpot,” you muttered under your breath when you stumbled upon a dark alleyway with three dumpsters. It wasn’t New York but you almost convinced yourself it was.

Your footsteps were quiet against the wet concrete under your boots. It had been raining nonstop the past following days, storms were rampant and almost everything was destroyed.

As you rummaged through the dumpster, there was groaning from the corner of the alley. Your movements still as you looked up from the trash and towards the direction where the sound came from.

You weren’t a rookie when it came to killing zombies. Surviving meant killing so it was natural that you unsheathed your combat knife and held it at the ready firmly in your hand as you took cautious steps.

It was dark, maybe a little too dark for your liking but it wasn’t like anything you haven’t experienced before.

“Hungry…” you heard someone say. It was the voice of a man, deep and guttural. At first, you thought it might’ve been a human so you quickly put your knife away and ran towards the person.

But as you got closer, you saw you were completely wrong. There against the wall sat a man who had been bitten and infected. Your heart hammered inside your chest as you looked down at him slumped figure.

His skin was pale and his veins were dark blue and black. His eyes were bloodshot red but you can still see the blue in them. His blonde hair was disbelieved, it seemed as if he had been fighting. His clothes were bloodied and there was blood around the walls and floor.

Questions and concerns circled around your mind as you looked around him. He looked weak but he also looked like he was ready to pounce on you at any minute.

“Hungry…” he said again, this time his voice becoming raspier and hoarser than before. It amazed you how this infected man still had the ability to communicate with words. Most zombies you’ve encountered were mindless monsters ready to eat humans as if it was their last dinner.

“You can talk?” You asked the man, looking down at him with an analytical eye. The man looked up at you and a groaned scoff escaped from his bloodied lips.

He cocked his head to the side, his direction being pointed towards the body of a zombie whose legs had been cut off. It didn’t worry you though. That zombie couldn’t even move, it just snarled at you both.

“Here,” you fished into your pockets and retrieved a granola bar. Great, dinner for you was gone now. The man eyed you for a minute longer before he slowly brought his hand out and took the bar from you.

He unwrapped it and almost immediately munched on the snack. He hummed and closed his eyes as he felt some food finally enter his system, he finished the bar rather quickly. But it wasn’t enough to satisfy his hunger.

You, as unimpressed as you were, couldn’t help but notice his attire. He looked like some kind of character that was like an agent or something. His black shirt had rips and it was stained with blood. His cargo pants contained holsters for what you assumed were guns and knives but he didn’t have them.

“What happened to you?” You asked as you sat in front of him. He raised an eyebrow at you, almost perplexed at why you even sat in front of him while he was still very clearly infected.

He didn’t answer to your question, he was still wary of you but there was a certain gaze in his eyes.

Hunger.

His eyes remained on your neck but then he stood up and took slow and staggering steps towards you.

“You smell…” he started. So he can talk. He just chooses not to. He narrowed his eyes at you as he tried to put your scent into words.

And then, without warning, he quickly pulled your wrists and pressed your body against his. He stuffed his face on your neck and took a heavy sniff on your skin, he groaned as the scent infiltrated his nose.

“Smells good,” he whispered. He dragged his tongue around the pulse point of your neck. You tried to fight him but something told you that he wasn’t all that dangerous. He seemed human. A little too human.

He pulled back and gave your body a once over, something else caught his nose. His nose flared as his eyes narrowed at you.

“Blood,” he whispered as he eyes you suspiciously, “you’re bleeding…” I croaked out in a raspy voice. You looked at him confused.

Bleeding? You clearly weren’t injured so what—oh.

He could smell that you were bleeding from your period. You mentally cursed yourself, is that why that hoard of zombies were following you earlier today? No wonder.

He took a step towards you, almost as if wanted to smell you again. But this time, you didn’t fight it. You were almost amused as to see what he was going to do.

At first, you thought he was going to lunge at you and bite you. But it took you by surprise when all of a sudden, he leaned down and grabbed your ankles. He then pulled on them, causing you to fall on your back. You looked at him perplexed, was this a new of attacking someone?

“I want to taste,” he voiced in a hoarse tone. His voice was deeper and almost needy. He wanted—no, he needed to taste you.

He was a starved man and you were the perfect oasis he could feast on. He got on his knees and settled between your legs but he didn’t do anything yet.

He may be infected but he was still a gentleman.

“Please,” he begged as he looked at you with pleading eyes. His mouth was watering, he could practically taste the metallic blood on his tongue and it was driving his primal instincts crazy.

“Please let me taste you,” he whispered again as his hands traveled along your thighs. You were almost tempted to say no and kill him on the spot. But he was handsome and he seemed smart. Maybe you’d keep him for your journeys.

With a slight nod of your head, he didn’t waste time on taking off your pants and panties in one swift motion.

His tongue darted out and he licked his lips upon seeing the sight of your bloody cunt in front of him. It was like a buffet for him. He slowly eased himself further on the floor as his face neared your entrance. The strong coppery smell of your blood made him act like a whole different man.

He went from needy and pleading to one that wasted no time in ravaging you. He traced his tongue along the slit of your entrance, tasting your blood that had caused his body to shiver. He groaned a guttural groan and waiting no time in darting his tongue inside your cunt to lap at the blood, making sure to suck and clean you off.

You were shocked but when you felt his tongue, the sensation made you throw your head back and grip his hair tightly in your hand. You pulled his head closer as he continued his ministrations with his tongue. He flicked and licked everywhere he could.

His hands gripped at your hips as your moans filled the air and it was enough for him to just keep going. For a moment, all he could think about was quenching his devilish hunger. To finally be able to feast on such sweet and addictive blood was like a miracle.

He knew you were getting aroused and although this was something new for you, you couldn’t help but feel attracted to it. To this.

You’ve only ever heard of men eating women out on their period but to actually experience it made you feel blessed. Maybe not all men were bad. But was he even considered a human? You didn’t know and you didn’t care. His mouth on your cunt felt good.

Slick and blood dripped down his face and for a moment you wondered if he could breathe. He hasn’t pulled back at all to catch his breath, he was a possessed man. Starved and munching on you.

The coil in your stomach started to stretch as he kept eating you as if you were a five star restaurant. He didn’t stop, he only went faster. His lips were firmly pressed against your cunt as his tongue swirled inside you, licking and tasting each ounce of blood that came from within you.

“I’m gonna—“ you said as you gripped his hair tightly. He only grunted in response and dragged his tongue along your slit until he found your clit, he flicked it with his tongue before he sucked on it. But the smell of blood was intoxicating and he couldn’t help but dive back into your bloody pussy.

He felt your walls pulsate and around him as you grinded your hips along his face. He didn’t fight against you, in fact, he encouraged you.

Your body arched as you came around his face and he licked off any remnant of blood and cum that came out of you.

He looked up at you as he watched your chest heave up and down from coming down from your high. His lips pressed one final kiss on your cunt before he pulled back and wiped the juices off his face with the back of his hand—before he licked the back of his hand.

“You taste even better than I imagined,” he whispered and stood up. He took your clothes from the floor and held them to you.

He watched as you got dressed but he didn’t attack. For a zombie, he seemed rather nice and friendly. For now at least.

“Let’s make a deal,” you said after you caught your breath, “You help me and in return I’ll let you do this again.”

His eyes narrowed in suspicious. It seemed like a good deal. Almost too good, “How do I know you won’t lie?”

“You’ll just have to trust me,” you said as you smirked at him and patted his cheek, “Come now. We’ve got places to explore and loot.”

As you began to walk ahead, he couldn’t help but scoff at your assertive nature. He thought you were crazy for wanting him to join you but he also couldn’t pass the chance of eating out your blood again. So, he followed behind you.

“By the way,” you started as he walked next to you, “You didn’t answer my question. What happened to you and how can you talk?”

He looked at you with a raised brow and a smirk, “I got the vaccine years ago but I still got ambushed.”

“Okay… but how do I also know you won’t do that to me?” You asked with skepticism.

He maintained that smug smirk on his and he stopped walking as he stared down at you, “You’ll just have to trust me.”

He began to walk ahead as you remained shocked, he just gave you your own words. A dry scoff escaped your lips and you quickly ran behind him.

Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all.

[selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs]

The Purple Sign. Part VIII

Self-Aware! Fyodor Dostoevsky x GN! Reader

Description: There's The Purple Sign on your door. Part VIII

Fluff. Fyodor Pampering

Warning: OOC. English is my second language.

Someone knock on your bedroom door. It was one of the special knocks. Some of your friends You knew who it was.

You stand up and open the door. Fyodor Dostoevsky was standing on your doorstep. He was holding the Purple Sign in his hands.

You looked him directly in the eyes. For a single moment, you were looking each other in the eyes. Then Fyodor put The Purple Sign on your door, walked past you and sat down on your bed.

You closed the door and turned around. Fyodor was looking at you, expecting your next move.

You walk towards him and sat on the floor before him. Your back was turned towards him.

He sighed and start running his fingers through your hair.

Fyodor loved playing with your hair. Every time he was bored, lost in thoughts (and you were near him at that moment) or just spent time with you, he was playing with your hair.

Fyodor said, that it helps him, somehow.

It was the first time, for the last week, that Fyodor spent time with you. Or play with your hair.

Fyodor can't simply leave your hair alone. Few times you made a mistake by napping on a couch in living room or falling asleep in the library, while finishing your tasks for the university.

And each time you woke up, your hair was messed up. Purposely messed up. By Fyodor Dostoevsky. By Demon Fyodor, leader of Rats in the house of the dead, member of Decay of Angels.

And man, who liked to spend time with you, having you snuggled against his side, while you watch a movie. Man, who played cello, and play your favorite music, when you feel down. Hearing cello cover of your favorite anime openings were interesting. And it does lift your spirit.

To be fair, Fyodor wasn't some kind of 'cuddly-woozy-softy-ratty', no. He was serious, treat others with respect, wasn't fooling around, and, while he has an endearing nickname for you, he remained both stoic and soft towards you.

You understand, that Fyodor wasn't the social butterfly. You completely understand, that he doesn't want to spend time in a company very often.

But, for the last week, he avoided everyone.

Didn't eat with others.

Hardly leave his room.

Didn't say a word.

When two days ago you finally ran into him in a kitchen, he murmured something as a reply to your 'good morning' and left, without finishing his coffee.

So, you were glad, that Fyodor finally was here and was interacting with you.

Fyodor spoke.

"Can you go with me to the bakery? I crave something sweet. And tea."

You close your eyes, when he started scratching your scalp.

"Something particular?"

Fyodor answered, still scratching your scalp.

"Pie."

You nodded.

"Okay, just let me..." Fyodor interrupted you.

"You will start getting ready only when I finish with your hair."

You feel, how Fyodor put one hairpin in your hair. Then he started to scratch different part of your scalp.

_______

After Fyodor finished playing with you, your hair could be called stylish in a slightly unkempt manner.

Good enough for a small walk. Or a tea break in a café. Not suitable for official social gathering.

Well, it's not like you were visiting the theater.

You two were going down the street. You had your trusty backpack on your back. The backpack contained a thermos with tea and two plastic mugs.

Fyodor was holding your hand. His voice was quiet, so only you can hear him.

"Myshonok, I am simply tired, so don't worry. I just wanted to spend time with you."

Your voice was as quiet as his.

"Fedya, are you sure? You know, that I won't judge."

Fyodor smiles at you warmly.

"I am sure, [Y/N]. Don't worry your pretty little head of yours, Myshonok."

You squeeze his hand. Fyodor and Osamu were similar, when it came to hiding their emotions. But, while Dazai never uses The Purple Sign (almost, after your last visit to the arcades, he admitted, that he will use it next time he feels blue), Fyodor used The Purple Sign as an excuse to hang out with you.

You had a small theory, that Fyodor just want to spend time with you without Kolya's intervention, but, it wasn't the case. It was never the case, because, while not every time, he does respect boundaries.

Still, you feel, that there was more to Fyodor's mood, than simply tiredness. You don't think, that last week can be explained with simple 'tried'.

But, right now, you won't pry. And, if he won't talk, or you won't see the opportunity, you won't raise the question again.

"If you say so." hummed you. Fyodor nodded, like he was agreeing with you.

______

You two reach the park. Today there were not many people, so, you and Fyodor stayed in a gazebo, where you decide to have a tea time.

Fyodor was holding a big box, full of baked goods. You bought half of cranberry pie.

You opened your backpack, put both cups on the gazebo's table, and fill them to the brim with tea from the thermos.

You and Fyodor sat near each other, enjoying tea and pie. There was a comfortable silence between you.

And Fyodor broke it.

"Do you think it is strange? That I like sweets?" Fyodor was staring at the distance. You shake your head.

"No. Should I?"

Fyodor made another sip.

"Well, I am 'Demon Fyodor'. And, here we are, I am eating pie."

You laughed.

"Well, Mister Serious, Fukuzawa loves cats, Mori likes sweet red bean chazuke. There's nothing wrong in liking something simple."

Fyodor sighed.

"I am not talking about that. I am talking about if it's my interest."

You looked puzzled. Fyodor elaborate.

"I read about my namesake. He liked sweet things... And I am lost. I don't remember my past. I wasn't even sure, what my ability were... Had to elaborate on it in game files. I didn't know my likes or dislikes..."

Fyodor looked at you. His purple eyes looked tired.

"I don't know, if, no matter what, my interests will be mine, or I simply copy them from my namesake."

You spoke.

"That's why you have been avoiding everyone?"

Fyodor nodded.

"Yes. I tried to clear my mind. You can say, that, at some extent, I have succeeded. [Y/N], tell me, am I still my own person? Am I human?"

You breathe in and out. Then spoke, carefully choosing the words.

"Fyodor, you remind me of an amnesiac person. You remember only a few things about you. You moved on, found new hobbies, new interests. You still live a full life. Tell me, Fedya, will it make you less human, to be an amnesiac person? Will it make you not your own person, if some of your new hobbies were similar to hobbies from your old life?"

Fyodor shook his head. You put the cup away and took his hand in yours.

"No matter what, you are my friend. No matter what, you are a person. No matter what, I will always be near you."

Fyodor looked at your hands holding his.

"Will you stay with me? Will you help me to make new memories?"

"Yes, Fedya, I will." you answered softly.

And Fyodor laughed. He broke your hold on his hand and, instead, hugged you. He whispered.

"Ты всегда знаешь, что нужно сказать. Благословение моё, что бы я без тебя делал, м? Наверняка ко мне тебя послали небеса. Забавно... Благословленый Демон...¹"

Fyodor kissed you on a temple.

"You are the greatest thing that happened in my life, Благословение моё²."

You hugged him tighter, enjoying the warmth of another person.

______

Night was calm. Through your slumber, you felt, how Fyodor pulled you closer to his chest.

You snuggled close to each other under a warm blanket for the whole night.

Two people. Two persons. As real, as they can be.

______

¹Russian. "You always know what to say. My Blessing, what would I do without you, hm? Surely, you were sent to me by heavens. Funny... Blessed Demon...¹"

² Russian. "My Blessing"

[enderpearlgirl1005]

Secret Walker Mission

Chapter 2 Next Action

After a few hours the group decided to see if they could find any other survivors who hopefully have a way out of the city. So they packed up some supplies, such as food, water, medicine, bandages, and some weapons. After packing they all got some backpacks that had a good amount of the supplies in them. While they all carried whatever weapons they could carry, cautiously they left the house, with Leha making sure Jenifer didn't do anything stupid as she was still slightly tipsy from the wine she drank earlier.

The group looked around the area and thankfully didn't see any walkers so they made their way to the main street. Upon arriving at the main street the group saw the destruction that had been left upon the town as a result of the outbreak. Windows and doors were broken in from the walkers chasing down their victims. Cars were crashed into other houses and traces of blood were both in and on the car and streets. Some body parts of people and walkers were scattered over the streets now rotting away. Some fire's were even burning in some buildings and streets, this was a result from some of the gas that had leaked from the cars.

"Oh god! You never get used to the smell," Kevin commented.

"I'd be surprised if anyone ever gets used to it," Aaron said.

"... I wonder how this town was before this whole incident?" Rachile asked.

"A pretty nice neighborhood, I had to live here for a bit due to my job," Ray explained.

"Lucky! I've got a shit ass apartment in a not so nice neighborhood! That's all I got from working as a fucking stripper and having to dance in front of random strangers! Ugh! Sometimes I wished I could've killed my boss for hardly paying me for all that!" Jenifer ranted angrily, her voice still slurred a bit.

"Yesh, sorry you went through that." Rachile said.

Jenifer just rolled her eyes and the group kept on moving through the neighborhood. As they were walking they heard some walkers roar in the distance getting closer. In fear the group hid behind an upturned car as they didnt want to get into combat just yet. The roars soon reached the area and the walkers reached the area and started looking around for a meal. As the walkers looked, the group remained in hiding trying to find a way to continue on without being spotted.

Rachile sat there paralyzed, however she had a memory come back to her instantly. She remembered being in a conference room talking about something, but she couldn't remember what. However she suddenly had an idea come to her, she quickly came out of the hiding spot and watched as the walkers wandered around. She didn't stay out for long when her eyes landed on a dismembered torso from a human. Acting fast before the walkers noticed her she grabbed the torso and threw it across the streets. As soon as the walkers heard the thump of the body part, they whipped around and saw the torso. In a furious hangry fit they all roared and ran up to the torso and began to devour it.

While they were distracted Rachile waved her arms telling the others to follow her. So everyone quickly and quietly ran away from the area they soon found a trashed grocery store with some of the windows broken and covered in blood. Not wanting to be out in the open for to long the group all ran inside and closed the doors behind them. Now in a safe area for now the group all take a moment to recover and regain their composer.

"Okay so we need to collect supplies and somehow find a way out of here," Rachile explained.

"Yeah but how?" Jenifer asked.

"Yeah knowing how the government operates they won't be risking any forces to save a group like us. For all we know they could only save those who had something they could use to fight back against the infection," Aaron explained, showing his view of the government.

Once Aaron had said that Rachile had some memory come back to her. She remembered being in a meeting with a man whose face she couldn't make out. "You know your mission right?" The man asked.

"Yes, retrieve the brief case and test out what's inside," Rachile replied.

"Good, now get ready and I hope you succeed on your mission. The fate of all of humanity depends on it," The man explained, his voice very serious.

"I don't know the meaning of failure, after all I've never failed once on any of my missions," Rachile replied very calmly. She soon returned back to the present and rubbed her head as the memory hit her like a brick.

Rachile's staggering didn't go unnoticed by the rest of the group and they all became worried about her. "Hey Rach, you alright?" Sean asked a little worried if she was okay or not.

"Y-yeah, I'm fine I think? I just remembered being in a meeting and talking about something. However I can't remember what it was about, all I do remember is that I apparently went on a mission, I think?" Rachile explained very confusedly about the memory.

"Huh, well you were talking to someone on the plane about having something, before it was shot down," Leha explained.

"Okay, strange, but I hope that when my memories return everything will make a lot more sense," Rachile said.

A clank was then heard as some items on the shelves were knocked off. The group all turned to where the nose was coming from, scared that they were not alone here. Thinking fast Rachile and Jenifer both grabbed some baseball bats from a sports display and cautiously made their way over to where the source of the sound came from. The two slowly walked over to where they heard the sound. Before they turned the corner they brace themselves up against the shelf. Rachel held her hand up and after counting to three the two girls turned the corner with their bats in the air ready to attack.

However once they had seen what had caused the products to fall over they froze in their tracks. Standing over the corner was a little girl, her long brown hair all matted and tangled up, her blue princess dress ripped and some blood splatters on it. Her feet were bare and dirty with small cuts on them, she clutched tightly on an old torn stuffed bear as if letting go would kill her. She stared up at the two women, curled back and shaking like a leaf, terrified at what they would do next. Rachile and Jenifer instantly lowered their weapons and showed more calming and comforting faces.

"Hey, guys! Don't worry, it's not a zombie! It's just a kid!" Rachile called out.

The others all relaxed, calmness replacing the tension in their bodies, they all began walking up to the girls to get a better look at the kid and to hopefully calm her down. When they turned the corner they saw the poor conditions the little girl was in and their hearts were instantly penetrated with sadness and sympathy.

"Oh god! Kid what happened to you?!" Sean asked as he saw the little girl's condition.

"I-I, I was hiding in here," the little girl answered as she backed up from them.

"Hey kid, it's alright we won't hurt you," Leha reassured as she crouched down to the girl's eye level. However she just backed up a little more still very shaken and scared; the group frowned as they believed the poor child had gone through something horrifying.

"Hey, hey, it's okay," Ray started saying as he crouched down to the little girl's level.

"You're gonna be alright, we're trying to find a way out of the city so we'll take you with you. So you don't need to be hiding in here, what do you say kid?" Ray asked as he reached his hand out to the girl.

The girl looked up at Ray for a moment, she then looked at his hand that he was offering to her. She started raising her hand up to him, although hesitant she soon took it and Ray smiled while gently pulling her up to him and taking her into his arms.

"Wow, how'd you know that would work?" Aaron asked.

"Well, I have a little sister who I had to raise as our parents were busy with work all the time, so I know a lot about kids," Ray explained.

"Huh, lucky, I was an only child growing up," Kevin said.

"Hey! I hate to ruin the moment, but we should find that kid a pair of shoes, and find a way to "oh I don't know, GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!" Jenifer screamed angrily, both worried about the girl and determined to stay on task about getting out.

"Alright! Let's go! You don't need to shout!" Ray exclaimed, taken aback by Jenifers angry and loud tone.

"P-Please don't s-scream," The little girl stuttered out while shaking violently in Ray's arms.

"... Sorry kid, I-I've just had to jump through a lot of hoops to get out here and I'm not letting that go to waste but dying," Jenifer explained.

"I-It's okay," The little girl replied as she nuzzled her head into Ray's shirt.

"Hey kid, could you tell us your name please?" Rachile asked.

"I-It's Orchid," Orchid responded.

"Alright, don't worry Orchid, we'll take care of you and help you find your family and get out of here," Rachile reassured as she gently pat Orchid's head.

"I-I don't have a family anymore," Orchid explained as she began to cry a little.

After hearing that the group all felt their hearts break as they heard that the poor girl was now an orphan. "Oh my god! Your poor thing, if it makes you feel better I lost my parents a long time ago," Jenifer explained trying to make Orchid feel better.

She didn't respond but the group decided to cut the conversation short as they gotta get moving. Loud roars could be heard outside so the group all started running into the back to get out through the fire escape. Once in the back the group started searching for the fire escape, however as they were searching, Kevin stopped when he spotted some inventory that looked useful. He opened the box and saw it was full of kid shoes, they looked big enough for Orchid so he began digging through them.

"HEY! K GET YOUR ASS IN GEAR!" Jenifer screamed out reminding Kevin they didn't have the time to goof around.

"Alright! Alright! I'm coming!" Kevin called out as he just grabbed a random pair of shoes and started running again.

Soon Rachile found the fire escape and called out to the others via whistling. Catching everyone's attention they all saw her standing next to the escape. So they all started running out into the open, hoping they'll find another temporary hiding place.

"Phew, okay, guys, let's try to find a working vehicle so we can atleast drive to a less populated area of the city. I have a feeling we'll run into less zombies there, hopefully there'll also be some supplies and something we can use to get out of here," Rachile explained.

"Why can't we just try to drive out of here?" Kevin asked.

"Dua! The government had sealed off all of LA! So yeah we won't be getting out there, not unless we want to get shot," Jenifer explained angrily.

"Hey! Let's not fight! And aside from finding a working car, we should also find or make some weapons," Aaron explained.

"Yeah, destroying the brain is the most effective way to kill them, but we should at least slow them down. We can throw chunks of flesh to distract them, and when we fight if you can't get the head then slow them down by taking off their limbs, such as the legs," Rachile explained.

"Okay? How did you think of that so quick?" Kevin asked.

"It just came to my mind, I have been observing them a lot since we left the house. After thinking about it I suspected that's a good way to go about fighting them," Rachile explained.

"Well let's hope you're right, for all our sakes," Leha stated.

"Trust me I know I'm right, I don't know why but I just know it," Rachile said.

Everyone just went along with it, so Rachile started leading them through the back alleyways as she assumed that less zombies would be there than on the streets. As they were walking Sean thought about some way he could make the mood a bit better. He then remembered some stories from his high school and young adult years with his old friend group.

"Hey guys I got a good story to tell you all about something my old buddy Chuck did once when we were teens," Sean said.

"Oh really? Will enlighten us with your tails racer man," Jenifer snapped back, still pretty pissed with everything.

"Hehe, you all are gonna love this, so I remember back in our first year of high school, Chuck, myself, and our friends were on a camping trip one weekend and Chuck was showing off his "Impressive" fire making skills. And so he was messing around with some of the fire starter stuff, however he didn't realize he'd accidentally split some on the back of his pants. Next thing you know he gets so close to the fire that his butt bursts into flames. He starts screaming like a little girl and it was just so damn funny to see him running around in a panic like that. However what made it even more hilarious was when he suddenly farted and it just made the flame bigger HA! Soon we get the fire out and I'm just their laughing my ass off at this. But that's not even the best part, cause once the fire was out we saw some brown stains on his pants, so he didn't fart, he had just shit his pants HAHAHA!" Sean laughed as he recalled the hilarious events.

"HA! Oh dear lord, your friend Chuck is an idiot for playing around with fire started! I should know that a lot of the guys I worked with on set did before I pulled my stunt in place of the actor," Leha explained as she laughed.

"HA Yeah, but the other thing is, we were literally about six feet away from a lake, so he could've just ran into the water the whole time!" Sean exclaimed, still laughing a bit.

"Huh, I bet he felt like an idiot after humiliating himself in front of all of you like that," Aaron commented.

"Ha! Yeah he was," Sean replied.

"Hmm, hey wait that reminds me of something, I had a race tournament in a local camping area last week," Kevin spoke up.

"Okay and why is that important?" Rachiel asked as she turned around.

"Well I remember that there was a radio station on the top of the mountain there, I ran past it during the race, I also just so happen to know a fast way there," Kevin explained.

"Oh hey I think I know what you're talking about, it's Idyllwild right? My girl scout troops used to go there so we could work on getting our camping badges," Orchid explained.

"Really? Well then if there's a radio tower there we could try and use it to contact for help and hopefully get someone to come and get us out of this hell hole," Jenifer explained.

"It's worth a shot, after all we need to get out of the city and go somewhere that isn't infested with zombies," Ray added.

"Yeah a tower should hopefully provide us with a good enough signal to reach someone," Aaron stated.

"Let's hope it will as I'm not going to die as a zombie or be eaten alive by one," Leha included.

"Alright let's get going, we'll make a stop somewhere to spend the night when it gets dark. It'll be more dangerous during the night as we won't be able to see anything so it's smart to spend the night somewhere," Rachile explained.

The group nodded and Kevin took the lead in this as he knew the way to the campsite and the radio tower. However as they were moving and chatting a security camera moved along with them. It then zoomed in, getting a closer look at everyone who was in the group. On the other side of a monitor that showed the camera footage, a shady figure was typing away at a keyboard that was connected to multiple monitors showing camera footage of many other cameras in different parts of the city. The figure looked closely at the footage that showed the group, after observing everyone they pressed a button that activated a com.

In another room a group of people were having a meeting, a man in a black suit then heard his comlink beep. He turned it on and to the speaker so the other members of the meeting could hear what was being said on the other side.

"This better be good! We're in the middle of a meeting!" The man angrily scolded the person calling him.

"Trust me, you all are going to like this, we found the target," The person at the cameras explained.

"Really? Well then, tell me the state the target is in," The man requested, now curious to see what they had to say.

"Slightly injured but still moving. And unfortunately with other survivors," The person explained.

"Ah I see, does anyone here have any suggestions on how to bring the target in?" The boss asked.

"Sir, I suggest we let experiment Alpha out to collect the target," A woman at the table suggested.

"That is a good idea, but Alpha is a last resort and is still very unstable, there's a risk they could lose control," A man explained.

"Yes, Mr. Morge is right, we need something to stabilize to get the job done," The boss man explained.

"Why not send in the grown prototypes. Each version of them has proven to be tough and stable, we can use them to bring the target in," Another man explained.

"Hmm, I like it, Miss. Carla informs our scientist to activate the grown prototypes in the virus; all of them," The boss man stated.

"Understood sir, I'll have them out in a matter of time, though not all the infected will transform as not all of them have been infected with it. Most have been infected with the beat, so we're not sure how many will change or how many of each type there will be," Miss Carla explained.

"I'm aware, but still any amount of any type will be enough to get the job done," The boss explained as he sat down and folded his fingers together.

"Alright, I'll inform you when it's done," Miss Carla said as she got up, walked up to a door, used a key car to open it, and left the room.

The boss man grinned as he believed that their target will be captured and brought right to them. Once that's done he'll finish what he started and his company will be on the top.

[scribble-dribble-writes]

helluuuu,

these pictures of Ewan made me feel some type of way and since i absolutley adore ur Obi-Wan writings, I was wondering if u would want to write a Ewan x fem!Reader (if u feel more comfortable with obi-wan x fem!reader, do that) one-shot about them going on a road-trip after some difficult time in their realtionship and they‘re just really in love again and all that.

If u dont wanna do that, thats really fine. I just adore ur works and hope u have/had a great day.

Hey thank you for the request!! Sorry it took awhile but I hope you like it 💖💖💖

Also thank you for your love for my Obi wan fics haha 🥹💖

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Highway

Pairing: obiwan x you

Warnings: none

Word count: 2600

You cross the street with your backpack hung on one shoulder. The excitement building through your system, the sun was shining and after your days of blue, it was beginning to feel nice again. You spot the petrol bunk, the place you had agreed to meet Anakin for the start of your road trip. But just as you approach it, your phone vibrates in your hand, it was most likely him asking you where you where. But that was not what it read.

Hey, I’m so sorry but something came up at work and Padme needed help.

I know you were looking forward to this and my brother overhead it and ...

You look away from your phone. His brother. The breeze died and the depths began to engulf you. Your heart was a target and the arrow had his name written on it, so much so that you left it in place rather than taking it out. Cause then he was still a part of your life. Unlike how he didn’t show up when you stood at the altar.

This was not what you signed up for. It was going to be a weekend, filled with salt air and lemonade. Not this. Not him.

“Hello.”, his voice sounded the same, so did the pain.

The door to the convenience store was half open and he was halfway through it, his hand holding onto a tray with two cups of coffee and a box of macaroons in a transparent bag.

You shoved the phone in your pocket and turned away, because your eyes were begging you to look at him.

“Wait.”, he said urgently and you cursed yourself for doing so, for stopping in your tracks till he came into your field of view again. His ocean eyes were wide and concerned.

“He told you didn’t he? I told him not to.”, he sighed and it only made you angry.

“And somehow that’s the better option?”, you asked, not willing to hide your emotion.

His throat ran dry. He stood there without words to say because this was the first time he heard your voice again ever since..

He brought himself back to the moment. It did him no good dwelling on that day. But here you were and he was a deer caught in headlights.

“I know. I wanted to –

“It was clear what you wanted a year ago. Not me.”, it came out of nowhere and you froze.

There was that shift in his eyes again, every time he hid he was hurt but it only frustrated you that you could read him so well and yet hurt him in all the right places.

You didn’t apologize. For all the agony you had felt, it only felt fair for him to feel a little of it too.

“I’m not going anywhere with you.”, this was much softer.

Pathetic, a thought passed.

All this time and yet you’re unravelling.

He didn’t need an explanation. He didn’t need an answer when he never gave you one. So you left him standing there, trying to pace your steps so you didn’t take of running.

“Anakin is getting married.”, he told you.

“What?”, you turned to him again. But now, shocked and surprised.

He shrugged his shoulders and it fell into place. He was doing it for him, he was here against his wishes.

“He was going to tell you after this trip. Hoping that we could make amends and show up for his day.”, he spoke calmly as he took a step towards you.

“So all of this was a lie too.”, you pursed your lips, but his eyes weren't lying, he looked away as though another second...

Another second and he will break all over again. His chest tightened, this was torture. To watch you believe everything he felt for you was a lie. If only you knew.

“I can say nothing to convince you, I am not worthy of it. But for his sake, I wanted to try.”, he told the truth. He always had.

“He’s on his way to the resort and will meet us when we get there to tell you his ‘big news’ and by doing so everything in his life will be complete.”, he elaborated.

“His family will be whole.”, he said and the best of your heart was loud in your ear.

He had single handedly ruined Anakin’s surprise but that was to convey the intent of his actions. His brother considered you family even though you werent. And it would take someone truly  stone cold to be able to break Anakin’s heart. That wasn’t you.

You exhaled, shifting your weight. This was going to be a reckless decision. But the more you thought about it, it only solidified that both of you were going to endure it for Anakin.

“Only for Anakin’s sake.”, you said calmly and he dipped his head like he agreed to it wholeheartedly.

“I’m not going to speak to you. Or interact with you. Or anything else you might think of. This is just another Uber ride.”, you tell him point blank. But replacing his wounded eyes were his bright smile as he took in your words.

“Wouldn’t ask that of you.”, he said with a certainty and that tug in your heart was back again. He knew you and you couldn’t replace that with someone else.

With that, a silence settled between you and him. He kept his promise, no words were exchanged but the actions were loud enough. He helped you with your bags when he didn’t have to. Shared a cup of coffee and when you held it, your name was spelt perfectly on it. He fueled the car and that’s when you truly let yourself see him, through the reflection in the side mirror.

The sides of his hair was cut short, his chin was exposed with a day's stubble on it. He wore tshirts now that fit his body well as opposed to how he had been a year ago. When his hair was longer, his beard thicker and his frame silhouetted and hidden behind long coats. Now, he looked different.

There were two parts to the journey, the first half where he would drive and second half where you would switch with him. It was just that, the energy that passed between you before the tragedy was divine. Like life was a playlist with all your favourite songs and he would sing them along with you. Now, it was static noise, that briefly stopped when you caught his eyes. Which was often, because everytime he looked back through the rear view mirror, his eyes will dwell on you for a second.

Mentions of the weather and traffic. Some news that he had read a while ago. You mention his neighbor’s crazy cat. He laughs. Small talk seemed alright. The air con was on and the vaccum was comfortable, even with him in it. You look ahead but your eyes catch his side profile illuminated but the afternoon sun, his eyelashes fuzzy and golden, his cheeks smooth and sleek that your mind compelled you to lean forward and trace your finger down it. Your phone vibrated and it reminded you of where you were and the reality of the rift between you and him. The notification was that your battery was running down and the charger wire you had wasn’t long enough to connect it from the back seat.

He had noticed your confounded expression and realised something was wrong.

“Everything alright?”, he asked glancing at you through the mirror.

“I need to charge my phone and my wire isn’t long enough.”, he heard you say, he hummed before suggesting to you a solution that would most likely distract him from driving.

“You could sit in the passenger seat.”, a suggestion. His eyes flicking to find yours. His fingers clenching tight around the steering wheel.

“We’re in the middle of a highway. I don’t want to be the cause of an accident.”, you look away and he deflates.

“It didn’t stop you during that trip we took to the countryside.”, he raised his eyebrows, as though he was suggesting..

Suggesting you had changed, when he was the one with a different coffee order and a whole new persona. But the trigger was enough, to prove to him that you were the same, that you were unaffected. So you took the bait.

“Fine.”, you caught his eyes.

“At the next junction.”, you said calmly.

The junction was fast approaching and the car slowed down, giving you enough time to slip you feet into the passenger seat. You held onto the head rest of the seat, trying your best not to touch him at any cost. Because, that would lead down the remembrance of all the nights all you did was feel his touch. So you focused on only getting into the seat. But the car ahead moved and the motion pulled you back.

Your footing became unsteady, you hand wavered to hold onto the other seat but instead you caught his shoulder sending a rush of warmth through your body. His eyes meet yours for a brief second, you quickly slipped into your seat, tugging on the seatbelt to slide across you when the car ahead stopped suddenly causing him to hit the breaks.

You jerk forward, to brace yourself but you didn’t collide into anything. With your eyes closed, all you feel is soft skin on the side of your torso. You look below to see his hand across your body bracing you from the sudden impact, the edges of his finger tips sinking into your exposed abdomen. His other hand holding the wheel steady, his wide eyes catching onto to what he had done. Your lips part slightly, both of you breathing quickly. The car in the back honked and you both split apart, he whipped back his hand to rest it on his jeans and you put your seat belt on.

Neither of you wanted to acknowledge what was done.

He was nervous now, that he ran his hands over the gritty texture of his pants then maybe it would erase the tingle in his fingers. He was going to cause his own downfall because you were right next to him, making him cautious of his movements. So when he heard a familiar tune on the radio he turned up the volume.

“This was your favorite.”, he mumbled.

You turned to him, a soft smile as you huffed. Your chest still a flutter with the adrenaline soaring through your body.

“You remember?”, you asked him.

“It’s our song.”, he shrugged his shoulders.

“It was.”, he corrected himself and the smile on both your faces disappeared.

“You used to hum it in your sleep.”, he heard you and it took him back, to when he had everything. Waking up next to you, to hold you close, to turn around and have everything in his world be right because you laid by his side. He inhaled deeply. He had lost it all.

The first part of the journey was done. You survived, half of it. He pulled up into a rest zone and rolled his shoulders. He rested his head back against the cushion and you both stayed as you were.

“So, was it another woman?”, you asked. The question seamlessly rolling of your tongue because it plagued you. He turned to you, confusion written across his face.

“Atleast that’s what the crowd whispered.”, you told him.

“No.”, he said softly.

“Then?”, you leaned in. Curious and well aware that it was going to break your heart.

He looked away.

“Obiwan.”, you whispered and his eyes snapped back to yours. It felt like ages since he had last heard his name on your lips.

“Give me a reason.”, you pleaded.

“So I can hate you fully.”, your eyebrows furrowed in pain.

“without having to hold out hope that it somehow wasn’t your fault.”, these words were bubbling out.

“because you loved me in a way no one else could and I don’t know how to move on.”, tears filled the brim of your eyes.

He mirrored your emotion as he swallowed.

“I got a call.”, He steadied himself, looking ahead.

“Anakin fell in with the wrong crowd and got involved with this one notorious businessman, Palpatine, who was known to trade in shady dealings.”, his pinky finger touched yours and you held onto every word that spilled out of his mouth.

“They were at his house before he could leave to our wedding and he called for me. And I had to go.”, a tear streamed down his cheek as though it had tormented him every day.

“And I had hoped to be back in time, to run down the aisle even if I had been bruised or my coat torn. I.. I tried.”, he stumbled with his words softly.

“You were hurt?”, you whispered to suppress your agony.

He nodded to your question.

“But it all happened the way it did, I ran out of time and we didn’t want this to get out, because it would tarnish Anakin’s name and so I had to keep the secret.”, he finally turned to you.

“And by doing so, I hurt you.”, the pain was evident. And you reached out to hold his hand, the simple action causing him to be stunned.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”, you asked, your heart now in pieces to have spent the year convinced to be away from him.

“It was easier to have them tear me down than to show my face and beg for forgiveness, you didn’t deserve any of that.”, he spoke and it struck you. It was his nature, to be selfless and that was what he had been doing, even though it tore him down.

“Obiwan.”, you edge closer and he shook his head.

“I will never move on. You’re the only woman I will ever love and everything in the world reminded me of you.”, he spoke fast out of nervousness when he noticed you edging closer towards him.

“The smell of coffee, old Spotify playlists, lilacs, blue skies, macaroons, -

You turned him towards you, somehow all the pain you had felt long before vanishing as he mumbled all your favourite things, his blue eyes bore into yours, your name a rough whisper in the back of his throat.

“I’ve missed you.”, he said and that’s all was needed

You placed your lips on his and it felt like nothing had ever happened. Like he showed up to your wedding, you drove off into the sunset and you were here, taking a road trip together. That kissing him was just a regular gesture and that he hadn’t vanished from your life.

He hummed against your lips, but his sweetness turned to thirst and hunger as he slipped his hand behind your neck to bring you closer, his tongue parting your lips to deepen the kiss and you drifted closer, your finger holding back his longer strands of hair from his forehead as you crossed over to him.

His breath hitched in his throat when you splayed your hands on his chest and as your legs straddled his hips.

“I’m sorry.”, he whispered as he kissed your neck.

“Shhh.”, you tilt his chin so his eyes could meet yours.

“I could never hate you, Obiwan. It only hurt to think you didn’t choose me.”, you said quietly and the worry in his eyes turned into resolve.

“I’ll choose you in every lifetime.”, he held the sides of your face as though he wanted you to only know of that fact.

“Then make up for lost time.”, you whisper as his hands slid down your torso touching all the right places, his fingers tracing your exposed waistline and you realized that you could only love him.

“Then we’re going to be late, darling.”, he whispered in your ear as you chuckled.

“Making amends takes time.”, you click your tongue and he laughed, his voice nice and low. He encased you within his arms as he kissed you again and time was kind enough to give you a second chance.

The second part of the journey was unlike the first. You drove down an empty road. The windows were down, the sun was soft, he held your hand and nothing had to be said. He played the songs he would listen to when he was reminded of you and somehow that gesture was all that was needed to see no one else could ever love you like he did.

He would tell you stories and you laughed together, about how Anakin might be as he waited for Padme to walk down the aisle. You could see him turn to you in your peripheral vision and he looked content.

"Will be my plus one?", he asked sweetly.

"To the wedding?", you teased him.

"No, forever.", He replied and in the innocence of it all was his proposal that was hidden within it, just like he had asked you the first time.

"Yes.", you tell him as you drove off into the sunset.

[shenanigans-and-imagines]

maybe a drabble about peter setting the reader and stephen up? spidey matchmaker?

"Parker, are you listening?" you said, sharply.

Peter pulled his eyes away from his phone, flushing with mild embarrassment. "Yes," he assured. "Yes, absolutely."

You shook your head. Peter Parker truly was one of your best students, and you'd be lying if he said he also wasn't one of your favorites. He was nothing short of brilliant with the added bonus of not having an ego about it, unlike so many at Midtown. You had been happy to be his mentor when he entered high school. The problem came from him being so distracted. Once you had discovered he was Spider-Man, it made his absence from your classroom understandable, but there was a frustration in him not paying attention even when you had granted extra time with him after class to catch up.

"Excellent, so what is the answer?" you said, your gaze unwavering.

He squirmed in his seat. "Ah...twelve?"

You raised an eyebrow. "The chemical formula for nitric acid is twelve?"

"HNO₃," he corrected. "It's HNO₃."

He looked back down at his phone.

"Parker, if you can't be bothered to pay attention, perhaps we should reschedule for another time."

"No!" he said, quickly. "I am one-hundred percent paying attention. I wouldn't waste your time like that Ms. Y/N. I promise."

You let a sigh. He really was a sweet kid. You just wished he hadn't formed the habit of lying.

"Peter..."

Before you could finish, sparks formed in mid-air, just behind his head.

Your eyes widened as a circle formed growing bigger and bigger until finally a man walked through.

"Alright kid, what's the emergency."

You blinked, recognizing him.

Doctor Stephen Strange, the wizard who helped defeat Thanos.

Peter had told you about him and you had seen glimpses from various phone cameras taken of the events both before and after the blip. None of them did him any justice.

"Doctor Strange," Peter said, jumping to his feet. "Oh sorry, Ms. Y/N, this is Doctor Strange. Doctor Strange, this is Ms. Y/N, she's my chemistry teacher. The one I was telling you about."

You could feel heat rise in your cheeks, both from embarrassment at the idea of one of your students talking about you to outside of class and the very clear game he was playing.

Strange for his part, just seemed confused as he looked you up and down.

"Nice to meet you," he said. His gaze lingered, making your embarrassment only deepen. He really did have nice eyes.

A beep came from Peter's phone. "Oh crisis averted. Looks like it all worked itself out. Sorry for calling you, sir." He grabbed his backpack with lightning speed, heading towards the exit. "And sorry Ms. Y/N, my Aunt May need me home. Doctor Strange, there's a coffee place down the street, you should check out since you're here. You both should."

"Parker!"

"Kid!"

But it was no use, he was down the hall and out of sight before either of you could utter another word.

A long silence settled as both of you stared uselessly at the door and finally to each other.

"I'm sorry about--"

"I don't know why he--"

You stopped again, the pair of you laughing just a little. It was enough to settle your nerves a least.

"You first," he offered.

You ran a hand down your face, shaking your head. "I'm sorry he called you over here. Peter is a sweet boy, but he has a tendency not to always think things through."

"Partially my fault," Strange admitted. "I should have realized something was going to happen when he kept finding an excuse to mention his brilliant and apparently very single chemistry teacher."

You let out a long groan, burying your face in your hands. "Please tell me you're lying."

He shook his head. "No such luck. I will say he did down play just how pretty you actually are."

You looked up, somehow convincing your mouth not to fall open in shock.

Was he...flirting with you?

"Did he," you said, gaining back some of your dignity.

A side ways smile touched his lips and you felt your insides twist ever so pleasantly.

"Funny he didn't mention your relationship status," you said.

Strange shook his head. "Nothing really going on. Haven't really been looking, honestly."

You nodded, suppressing tiny sting of disappointment. "Well, I'm sorry for Peter to have wasted both of our times today."

"I didn't say that."

Your eyes narrowed in confusion. The arrogant air around Strange dampened as something like sheepishness crossed his face, softening his naturally sharp features. It was endearing.

"Do you want to grab that coffee?" he asked.

You had to laugh. "What, just like that?"

"Yeah," he said, as if surprised by his own question. "Just like that."

You opened you mouth, but finding you had nothing to say, closed it again. This was by far the strangest thing to have happened to you, but perhaps that was fitting.

"Okay," you said. "Let me just get my coat."

And just like that, you and Doctor Stephen Strange were walking down the street as if it were the most natural thing to do in the world. You'd talk to Peter about playing matchmaker tomorrow.

[the-oaken-muse]

Danny Fenton was a fourteen year old boy with the ability to turn invisible and walk through walls; it was only natural that he would misuse his powers, expected even.

 A silly little fic inspired by that bit in Memory Blank where Danny is shown phasing through the door of the girls' locker room. Read on AO3.

He stood in front of the door looking up at the sign to the girls’ bathroom, it had been taunting him for weeks.

Right after the accident, when he could barely stay above the floor and dropped anything that was in his hands for more than ten seconds, Tucker had joked that it would be a cinch for him to sneak into the girls’ locker room now.

Sam had smacked him for that and told him he wasn’t helping.

And, to be fair, at the time it really hadn’t helped, but Tuck’s words had stuck with him. So there he was, an invisible boy, standing in the middle of the school hallway, wondering what lay on the other side of the forbidden door.

Television and movies made girls’ bathrooms look like the most amazing places. There were couches where girls could sit around and gossip and vanities with big mirrors surrounded by lights to do their makeup, fancy soaps that perfumed the air, and, of course, the girls themselves. It was paradise. Any teenage boy would kill to be in his shoes, in fact, Tucker would already be through the door.

So why was he still standing there, outside the door?

He pulled his eyes away to scan the halls. People were starting to drift into classrooms, nobody had gone in or out of the bathroom in several long minutes… there probably wasn’t even anyone in there anyway. Homeroom would be starting soon, it was now or never.

Danny took a deep breath, squared his shoulders, and shut his eyes before phasing through the door.

He did it! He was in!

He paused for a moment, listening, and when he didn’t hear anything, he cracked one eye open.

It was… underwhelming, to say the least.

As he had suspected, it was empty. Very empty. No extravagantly embroidered settees, no floor length mirrors, no coat racks, not even any fancy soaps. It looked the same as the boy’s room, but without the urinals.

It didn’t even smell that much better, just a different kind of stink. Instead of citrus and pine, artificially recreated and dialed up to eleven that somehow still did nothing to mask the stench of teenage B.O. blending with old urinal cake; in here it smelled vaguely like the dumpster in the alley behind the 6th Street Bakery and Sal’s Florist Shop. Not that Danny knew what the inside of that specific dumpster smelled like, of course, and he certainly hadn’t been thrown into it more than once.

He floated over to the sinks, no fancy makeup lighting, but somebody had graffitied a heart and pair of initials on the mirror with a neon pink lipstick. His brow furrowed as he tried to figure out whose initials they could be, gaze unfocusing as he mentally ran through the names of his classmates.

A movement in the mirror caught his eye and the room slammed back into sharp detail, his heart lurching in his chest.

There was a pair of shoes in the very last stall, just barely visible under the door. Someone was in there. A girl was in there.

He couldn’t do this. Nope, nope, nope. He was getting out of here right now.

He tried to leave, but in a stroke of his notorious bad luck, his powers fizzled at the door. Intangibility gone, invisibility gone. He tried to open it quietly, but the hinges squeaked as if just to spite him. He knew he shouldn’t have done this, now the universe was going to punish him for his bad decision. He was never going to live this down. He—

“Thank goodness!” a voice called out, “I thought I was going to be stuck in here until after homeroom! Hey, do me a favor and get me a tampon from the machine? There should be some change in the front pocket of my backpack.”

Sure enough, there’s an unassuming black backpack leaned up against the wall underneath a small vending machine. How had he missed that? Maybe the girls’ bathroom wasn’t as magical as he’d been expecting, but this was certainly something that they didn’t have in the boys’ bathroom.

There were only two options on this strange little vending machine “tampon” and “napkin.” Not even the regular snack machines had napkins, why would you buy that when you could just grab a paper towel from the bathroom for free? He looked at the prices, only a few cents, but he still thought it wasn’t worth it.

It felt weird digging in a strange girl’s backpack, so he was glad to find the change right where she said it would be. He placed the coins in the machine and turned the knob. He was rewarded for his efforts when a small package fell into his waiting hand. It was oddly lightweight, and there were no words on the wrapper to give him any clues as to what kind of strange snack this might be.

He didn’t understand why the girl didn’t wait until she was done on the toilet to get it herself, but he passed it under the stall door anyway, keeping his eyes firmly fixed on the ceiling.

“Thanks hun, you’re a lifesaver!”

Surely it wasn’t that big of a deal, but a pleased hum settled in his chest at the girl’s praise nonetheless.

The warning bell chose that moment to ring and Danny sprinted for the door, grinning when he successfully phased through it this time.

He found a place to transform and made it to his homeroom, slumping into his seat just as the last bell rang.

He glanced at the empty desk in front of him.

Sam was at the dentist this morning. He wouldn’t have been able to attempt his little stunt had she been here; she would have seen the gears turning before he’d realized it himself and put a stop to it immediately.

Tucker leaned over from his own desk and whispered, “So? Did you do it?”

Danny rolled his eyes. “Yeah. I did it.”

“Well… How was it?”

His best friend was way too excited about the whole thing. It was just a bathroom, just a regular old place for people to do their business. The only thing remotely interesting was the weird little vending machine and his strange interaction with the girl in the stall. What could be so important that it couldn’t have waited a few minutes?

“Hey Tuck, what’s a tampon?” Danny asked distractedly.

Tucker just shrugged as the teacher called for quiet and began taking roll.

***

Between his algebra test and the Box Ghost, Danny had managed to not think too much about the bathroom incident at school. However, now that he was walking home, alone with his thoughts, it was a different story.

What was a tampon? Why did it have a dedicated vending machine, and in the girls’ bathroom of all places? Why was it sold with napkins? From the brief time he held it, it didn’t seem like it would be a messy snack. Why hadn’t the girl bought it herself? Nothing about it made sense.

Did it affect him? Not really. He could probably pretend he’d never found out anything and things would be the exact same for him as they had been yesterday. Except… he couldn’t seem to let it go. His brain had latched onto the mystery like a dog with a bone and the not-knowing was eating him half-alive. Maybe he could ask someone.

As he neared his house, a pair of orange-clad legs sticking out from under the GAV caught his attention.

His dad was someone.

“Hey, Dad? Can I ask you a question?”

There was a shout and a metallic clang and the rest of his dad rolled into view, rubbing at his temple.

“What’s up, Danno! How was school?”

On the other hand, his dad was a guy, and this was some sort of weird, girl secret. He probably didn’t know any more than Danny did.

“School was fine. Uh, have you seen Mom?”

“Last I checked she was working on something down in the lab.”

“Great! Thanks!”

He made a hasty exit, taking the front steps two at a time before his dad could ask him what his question had been, or remind him to do his chores, or something.

He dropped his backpack inside the front door and headed for the lab. The telltale ratcheting of a socket wrench letting him know that his mom was indeed there. As he descended into the basement, the noises tapered off; hopefully a sign that she was taking a break from her project and would be able to talk to him.

At the foot of the stairs he called out, “Hey, Mom, can I ask y—“

He instinctively ducked when a glowing green blast singed the wall beside him.

He peeked his head back into the lab from where he had retreated into the stairwell. A device in the middle of the room was firing lasers in all directions, it looked like his mom had altered one of those disco globe lights into an ecto-powered weapon. Great.

“Careful, sweetie!” she shouted from behind a blast shield opposite the machine. “I’ve already initiated the testing sequence, go back upstairs and I’ll find you when it’s finished!”

“Uh, that’s okay!” Danny replied. “Just wanted to let you know I’m home from school!”

His mom waved, smiling from behind her tinted goggles, he waved back before heading upstairs. There was still one person left that he could ask.

“Hey, Jazz? What’s a tampon?”

She blinked at him from her desk chair for several seconds. “You don’t know?”

“No,” he groused, folding his arms. “Why else would I be asking you?”

“Sorry, sorry. It’s just- Mom and Dad never told you? Like, when they gave you The Talk?”

“No?” he repeated, unsure what The Talk had to do with something you bought from a vending machine in the girls’ bathroom.

“And you didn’t learn about it in health class?”

He shook his head. If they’d learned about this in health class, he must’ve missed that day.

“Okay,” she sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Okay. Hold on, let me pull up my PowerPoint.”

It ended up being way worse than the time Dad had given him The Talk.

***

The next day he brought Sam a bar of her favorite sustainable, cruelty-free, vegan chocolate.

He lingered by her locker surveying the students milling in the halls. Half of them went through—would continue to go through—something he could only imagine, something Jazz had thoroughly impressed on him was an absolutely miserable experience. Blood and pain and a whole host of other symptoms, not to mention the looming threat of toxic shock syndrome, and they were just expected to go about their days like nothing was different.

He hid injuries all the time, scrapes and bruises and sometimes worse, but none of that was normal. If Skulker showed up every month like clockwork to punch his kidney in, leaving him bruised and bleeding for a week… he didn’t think he could do it, and certainly not for the next forty-ish years of his life.

Sam and Tucker arrived, breaking him out of his musings.

“Morning, Danny. You’re here early.”

“Hey, uh, hi! Sam! I, um, brought you something.” He shoved the chocolate bar into her hands.

She inspected it, eyes narrowed suspiciously. “What did you do?”

“Nothing! Nothing! What? A guy can’t get his best friend a gift just because?”

He was beginning to sweat under her calculating glare when two upperclassmen walked by and the trio overheard a snippet of their conversation.

“I’m telling you, the first floor bathroom is haunted!”

“Uh-huh. A ghost just… bought you a tampon. Because that doesn’t sound crazy at all.”

“Then who bought me the tampon?”

“Uh, maybe a normal, alive girl.”

“Then how did they leave without opening the door, hmm? You know that door squeaks if you even look at it wrong.”

“I’m going to ask you again, and I want you to think very carefully before you answer…” Sam smiled, but her eyes glinted dangerously. “What did you do?”

Danny turned to Tucker, “Run?”

“Run.”

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Absolution

That Which Binds You XII

Pairing: Stark!Peter x Blackcat!Reader

A/N: As always I’d really appreciate any feedback or reblogs a lot, they really help me out. My askbox is always open if you wanna chat, love you so much xx

Warnings: General angst

Summary: MJ is missing and you’re rescue mission was a failure, now there’s only one person you can go to for help

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You began stripping your suit as soon as you landed on the roof where you’d left your bag. Fisk was going to have people looking for you and you knew you’d be a lot harder to spot out of your suit. Your backpack was completely soaked and so were the clothes inside. One t-shirt at the bottom of the bag was relatively dry, but by the time you wrestled yourself into your wet leggings it had become totally soaked.

You slid down the fire escape after changing and ran to the sidewalk. You kept your head down while you weaved through the crowd, trying to find somewhere where you’d be able to sit down and formulate a plan. Somehow you had to get the message to Peter and get out of the city without being spotted. Calling him wasn’t an option, you’d left your phone on the roof so you couldn’t be tracked. Telling him face to face wasn’t an option either because you were far too scared to look him in the eyes. All you wanted to do was lay down and cry, but you knew that was a luxury you wouldn’t be afforded for a long time.

The Avengers tower suddenly erupted from the ground in front of you, taunting you with its promise of protection. You stopped to examine it, wondering if they had some sort of anonymous tip line where you could drop the message off. If you could do it over again you would have gone there as soon as you figured out Fisk had MJ. Peter would have been able to swoop in and save her without any trouble, and you’d already be in another state.

Your heart clenched at the sudden realization that you’d already seen Peter for the last time. The last thing you’d said to him face to face was a simple goodbye, and the last thing he’d ever hear from you was that you got his best friend kidnapped. There wouldn’t be any heartfelt goodbye or big romantic kiss, you’d just disappear. Your throat started to burn and your eyes grew glossy, you wished you would have said something when he told you he loved you the night before.

The previous night had been so perfect, you should have spent more time savoring it. You would have given anything to do it one more time, to have one more night curled up against Peter’s chest, tucked away in his nice, warm bed. If you’d talked to him in the beginning you might have been able to. Maybe he really could have saved you, and maybe then you could have been happy with him. Instead you’d let your own stubbornness and fear get the best of you, and you couldn’t stand the thought of doing that again.

Whether you liked it or not you were going to look Peter in the eyes and tell him what you’d done. He deserved to hear it from you, and he deserved the chance to tell you exactly how much your actions disgusted him. It was going to hurt, and it was going to break your heart, but it was the right thing to do. If you were going to disappear then he at least deserved to know why, and you deserved to remember the way he looked at you when he told you he hated you for the rest of your life.

You paced through the streets towards his house, doing your best to ignore the storm pouring down around you. By the time you reached his doorstep you were totally drenched, and you imagined you must have looked pretty pathetic shuffling through the storm on the verge of tears. The buzzer beside his door taunted you, daring you to press down on it and finally face him.

“Hi, it’s (y/n), I-I’m sorry it’s so late,” you stuttered as you finally pressed down on the button, “I-I don’t know if Peter’s home, but I really need to see him.”

“I’m here,” Peter responded right away, “I’ll be right down.”

You wrapped your arms around yourself in a petty attempt to stay warm. Peter opened the door, his eyes went wide at the sight of you. Any resolution you had about doing the right thing melted away the second you locked eyes with him. You would have ran if he didn’t pull you into the house.

“What’s going on?” he grabbed your bare, shivering arms, “It’s pouring outside. Why don’t you have a jacket?”

“I don’t know,” you barely had it in you to mutter out a reply.

“Why don’t you come sit down?” he tried to usher you deeper into the house, “I can get you some dry clothes, and a warm drink or something.”

“I can’t,” you shook your head, “I have to leave.”

“Leave? You just got here,” he knit his brows in confusion, “Look why don’t you just come sit and relax for a second and then I can drive you home.”

“No, I-I have to leave New York,” you clarified, “I just came because… because… I-I don’t know, I guess I just needed to see you again.”

He moved between you and the door when you turned to leave, “You’re not going anywhere like this, it’s not safe,” his frown deepened, “Whatever’s going on I’m sure I can help. Let’s go sit down, I can get you some dry clothes and you can tell me what happened.”

Everything crumbled and you started to bawl. Peter was just so kind, always trying to look out for you, always trying to help. It made you sick, you thought you might throw up as he pulled you into his chest. He held you tight and smoothed a hand over your hair, doing his best to try and soothe you.

“It’s alright,” he assured, “It’ll be okay, I promise.”

You shook your head, “I did something bad Peter,” you confessed, “Really bad.”

“It’s alright,” he repeated, refusing to let you move away from him, “Whatever it is, I promise we can take care of it. Just tell me what happened.”

“MJ,” your voice cracked when you said her name, “It’s all my fault, I’m so sorry.”

“Did you guys have a fight or something?” he kissed your head, “I can definitely help with that.”

You couldn’t spit it out, the words refused to leave your mouth. You pushed him away from you and tore open your bag. He stood back and watched, waiting for you to dig out whatever you were looking for. You gripped your suit with trembling hands and threw it onto the ground. Looking at it made you sick. Peter just stared at it, his lips drawn to a fine line.

When he finally spoke all he said was, “I know.”

You were in disbelief, “You know?”

“I mean I wasn’t totally sure until now, but I was starting to piece it together.”

“Well…” you stared at him expectantly, waiting for him to make a move.

“Well what?” he knit his brows.

“Well your Spiderman!” you sobbed, “Arrest me! Do something! Don’t just stare at me!”

“(y/n) I would never…” he took a few steps to try and close the distance between you, “I love you, and you being Blackcat doesn’t change that. Nothing is ever going to change that.”

You shook your head and stepped backwards, “No, you don’t know that. I-” you swallowed the sobs that tried to escape your throat, “Fisk has MJ,” you finally blurted  out, “It’s my fault. I tried to save her but I couldn’t, s-so you have to okay? I just came to tell you that.”

His eyes went wide and his whole face filled with worry, “Fisk has MJ? Right now?”

“Yeah, they were at Daze but he’s moving her. I-I don’t know where, but I can give you some addresses.”

“(y/n) I’m gonna need more details than just Fisk has MJ okay?” he grabbed your shoulders, “Will you please come sit down and just explain what happened?”

You shook your head, “No, I have to leave. Fisk has people looking for me, I need to get out of New York.”

“You’re not leaving,” he said sternly, “Look, I’m gonna do whatever it takes to get MJ home safely, but if you leave I… Well I don’t care if I have to spend the rest of my life looking for you, I love you too much to just let you go.”

You whimpered, your voice sounded more broken and weak than it ever had before, “Peter I- You can’t love me, I got your best friend kidnapped.”

“Unless you handed her to Fisk yourself then no you didn’t,” he set a hand over your uninjured cheek and wiped away some of your tears, “(y/n) I love you, and I need you to trust me when I say that. I promise I would never let Fisk, or anyone else, hurt you.”

“I…” you sniffled and pressed your forehead into his chest, “I don’t want you to get hurt because of me.”

“Well that’s my decision to make, not yours,” his arms slipped around you again, they made you feel warm and safe. You finally felt like you could breathe again, “Besides, you leaving would hurt way worse than anything Fisk could do.”

He held you silently for a while, letting you sob against his chest while you tried to calm down. Finally you started to realize how exhausted you were. If he hadn’t spoken up you would have passed out in his arms.

“Why don’t we go upstairs? We can get you some warm clothes and take care of your cheek. You’re gonna catch a cold if you wear this all night,” he tugged at the edge of your soaked shirt.

You nodded weakly and followed him up to his room. He gave you a pullover hoodie and a pair of sweats to change into. They were infinitely warmer than your wet clothes, and they smelled just like Peter. He sat you on the edge of his bathroom counter and pulled out a first aid kit.

“This is gonna hurt,” he warned as he dabbed some peroxide onto a cotton pad.

“I can take it,” you assured.

He squeezed your leg and dabbed over the cut, you tried not to wince while he cleaned you up, “It’s not too bad, you should be okay with just a bandaid. What’d you get cut on?”

“Fisk threw me into a bar,” you explained, “It was just a piece of glass.”

He frowned, “Did he hurt you anywhere else?”

“No, I mean I’m sure I’m a little bruised up, but I’ll be alright.”

“And what about MJ?”

“He’s not gonna hurt her, he needs her to get to me.”

“Good,” he placed a Star Wars themed bandaid over your cheek and then pressed a kiss to the same spot, “There, all better.”

“Thank you,” you blushed.

“No problem,” he took your hands in his and traced over the back of them with his thumbs, “Okay, I need you tell me what happened tonight.”

“Well it really started last week,” you blushed, “After I got the map back Fisk told me he wanted me to kill Spiderman. I wanted to tell him no, but he was threatening you and MJ and Heather. I had to do it, but I wanted to forget it, so I just tried to put it off. And I convinced myself I could just keep putting it off forever, but then this morning I saw you had a file about me on your desk,” you let out a heavy sigh before you continued, “Long story short I figured out that you were Spiderman, and I freaked out. I decided to run away, I figured everyone would be safer if I wasn’t here. But when I went home to pack my stuff MJ wasn’t there, and I couldn’t get a hold of her, so I decided to go looking for her. I figured out that Fisk had her, and he told me I could come by Daze to make sure she was okay. When I got there I told him I wasn’t gonna kill Spiderman and then I tried to save her, but I couldn’t do it,” you started to choke up again, “She told me to leave and go get you, but I wanted to save her myself. I thought I could handle it but I just couldn’t, I couldn’t do anything. They had me surrounded and I decided to leave so he wouldn’t have us both.”

Peter frowned and helped you off the counter, “You made the right call, it’s better that you’re here and you’re safe. We’ll be able to get her back, we just need to go talk to my dad an-”

“You’re dad?” your whole face flushed nervously, “Peter I can’t go to your dad.”

“We can’t take on Fisk on our own,” he set his hands on your waist “He’s too big of a target and he has way too many resources. We’re going to need my dad and Shield to do this. I understand why that would scare you, but you have to trust me here. It’s the only way we’re going to be able to get MJ back, I promise you won’t let anything happen to you.”

“But can’t you just break in there and take her back?” you pleaded.

“Maybe I could, but then Fisk would still be out there, and you’ll never be safe if he is,” he squeezed your waist gently, “We have the chance here to take him down for good. We can make sure that he spends the rest of his life locked up and he never has the chance to hurt you, or anyone else, ever again. But we’re going to need my dad’s help to do that.”

You knew he was right, as long as Fisk was out there you’d always be in danger. Fisk liked to make examples out of the people that double crossed him, he would never just let you go.

“Okay,” you agreed, “I trust you Peter.”

He cracked a smile and pulled out his phone, “Okay, we'll have to stay at the tower while we figure this all out. I’m gonna tell Happy to come pick us up. In the meantime, can you tell me how you got involved with Fisk?”

You took a deep breath and nodded, “At the beginning of the summer, back in Buffalo, I got caught breaking into this lawyer’s house. It’s kind of ironic, it was supposed to be my last job, I was just trying to get enough money together for school. It’s the only time I’ve ever gotten caught actually,” you laughed bitterly, “I guess that’s not really important, but um, it turned out that he was one of Fisk’s lawyers, and he told Fisk what happened. Fisk thought I could be useful so he told me if I worked for him he’d bail me out and wipe my record. Of course I took it, I had to take it. If I didn’t I’d spend the year in jail and have my college acceptance revoked. After that he moved me here and I decided I needed to start concealing my identity better, so I built my suit. And you know, the rest is history.”

“I’m sorry,” he pressed a long kiss to your forehead, “So sorry, I won’t let anyone take advantage of you like that again.”

“It wasn’t all bad, I mean I got you out of the deal didn’t I?”

“Yeah, you did,” his lips curled to a smile, “You know that’s a pretty impressive suit for someone who doesn’t know what an erlenmeyer flask is.”

“Hey,” you laughed, “It shouldn’t be impressive to you anyway, I stole all the best parts of it from Spiderman.”

“I know,” he winked, “I’m gonna step out and call my dad real quick. Do you need anything else?”

You shook your head, “That’s alright, I’m just gonna sit down for a few.”

He nodded and walked you over to his bed, wrapping a blanket around you while you sat down, “Try to warm up and relax a little okay? Everything’s gonna be alright.”

“I will,” you promised, “Um Peter?”

“Something wrong?” he frowned.

“No, it’s just, well…” your cheeks flushed and you cleared your throat, “I should have told you last night that, um, I love you.”

He said nothing, instead opting to lean in and kiss you. His soft lips worked carefully against yours, kissing you until your lungs begged for air. He wore a wide smile when he pulled away from you.

“I love you too (y/n).”

next chapter

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[bluiex]

so going back to the hermit military au, i have the first half of a chapter done and surprisingly did research for this au (because im an idiot when i try to sound smart)

Mumbo would never get used to this.

The shots rang through the air, his breath hot and wet inside his mask. The rifle in his hands, hot at the tip and slick with sweat at the handle and trigger. His body crouches behind a wall as he reloads his rifle with his backpack at his side. The rain outside pattering against the window and the street shiny as the lights reflected against it. He steadied his breath and held his finger to his listening device.

“All clear on the North side.”

“Good job, Captain. Head to the South, we’ve got a helicopter ready.”  Scar’s voice crackled in his ear. He sounded strained but Mumbo didn’t question it.

“Got it, Lt.”

He took a couple seconds to himself before standing back up and heading to the South. Most buildings were caved in, old and some torn down from not being used in years. The banners hanging from ropes dripping with water and the ground shiny. The ground was always shiny. Maybe Mumbo looked at the ground too much. The old, fraying edges of his scarf wet and darkened when he crouched close to the ground. His earpiece lets out a staticy sound every now and again. Mumbo jerked his head up when a warm hand clapped him on the shoulder. Scar, Mumbo thought. Even with half of his face covered, Mumbo could still recognize the bright green eyes of his Lieutenant. The light-colored scar that ran through his eyebrow and down the side of his face. The man who was known as one of the best snipers on the team, well, besides Mumbo. The man was known for being one of the best pilots, vastly preferring helicopters over planes. He had always said they were, “Easier to steer.” But Mumbo never understood what he meant by that.

“You did good, c’mon let’s get inside!” 

Even with his mouth covered with fabric, his voice struck out against the loud whirring of the helicopter. 

Mumbo nodded and winced as he stepped a bit too hard on his heel. Scar must have noticed from the way his brows furrowed and his eyes squinted slightly. He looked over at a tall and broad-shouldered man next to the door of the helicopter. He jerked his chin towards the entrance of the helicopter before grabbing Mumbo's bicep and dragging them both inside. Scar shoved Mumbo into the passenger seat while he took his place in the pilot's seat. The tall man kneeled between the two seats. 

As the door’s closed, the noise slowly quieted and Mumbo could finally hear again. Scar sighed and put on his stereo headphones and gestured to Mumbo and the tall man to do the same.

“You’ve met Doc right, Captain? He’s gonna check you over in case anything happened out there. No one was shot or too badly injured, but we want to make sure nothing is wrong, got it?”  Scar’s voice was muffled over the noise in the helicopter but Mumbo had listened to every word.

Mumbo did remember Doc. Not many can forget the large metal arm on his right and the bright red of his eye on his left. His deep voice, thick with an accent, was always recognizable over his ear piece. Somehow, the man hasn’t been caught in over 20 years, over half of them on the field and the rest as the doctor of their team. Doc is, was, known as one of the best sharpshooters before Scar and Mumbo came into play. But the thing that really made Mumbo wonder was, who exactly was he? Doc had always been known as Doc even before he became a certified doctor in the field. 

Mumbo nodded and Doc went to work checking his arms and waist, squeezing himself as best as he could in the space between the two seats.

Scar flicked a few levers and pressed a few buttons. His left hand grabbing hold of the collective lever and his right hand on the cyclic stick. His face leveled as he shifted his grip, and the helicopter slowly lifted off the ground. He tilted his mic towards his mouth with the back of his hand before returning to the lever. He spoke into the mic, Mumbo hearing his words in his ear but not listening. Mumbo really would never get used to this.

BRO YOUR WRITING- AAAH I LOVE THIS SO MUCH OMG

[y0itsbri]

5 times Ian and Mickey eat ice-cream/popsicles together - shameless summer series 🍨🍦🥄

inspo from @ianandmickeygallavich's summer prompt list

moments from s2 - post-finale

words: 1.4k

the first time ian and mickey ate ice cream together was at the kash & grab. they had just finished helping lip stock up his ice cream truck with goods from the store. mickey focused on tuning out linda's obsessive ranting.

"you ever get anything from the ice cream truck when you were little?" ian asked out of nowhere, after a lull of silence had passed over them.

"the truck never ran in our neighborhood, numbnuts."

ian paused, considering, "oh, i guess maybe fiona took us to the parks sometimes. maybe that's where it was."

"probably." a pause.

"what would you get?"

"a joint."

"no, no, like from a legit truck!" ian rolled his eyes "i always got the bomb pops. carl always got the spongebob. he liked ripping the face apart."

"'course you would get the bomb pop, army."

"doesn't answer my question, mickey."

mickey flipped him off. "how about those little chocolate cones? those bitches always looked good."

ian smirked his dumbass smirk that mickey couldn't look at for too long without his cheeks heating up.

"what?" he asked, adverting his gaze.

ian headed towards the freezer. yeah, mickey could go for another round. he followed him until he saw that ian had stopped in front of the open door for a moment before turning around with two chocolate covered ice cream cones in hand. he handed one to mickey, cold fingers meeting hot for a brief second.

"i'll have to take it out of your pay check, of course," ian teased.

mickey simply glared his way, but softened when he realized the tone. "yeah? well i'd ring ya neck for even considering it, but it's hot as balls so i'm saving my breath."

"sureeee you are." ian smiled again.

it was quiet in the store except for their obnoxious slurping as the ice cream melted faster than they could lick it.

---

ian's been having a difficult time adjusting to his new med change. he was tired all the time, his usual go-getter motivation put on hold.

fiona usually only bought popsicles at the beginning of the summer. it wasn't the beginning of summer. it was almost fall. so no one knew how bomb pops were stocked in the freezer.

mickey knew.

carl wretched open the freezer, shaking the popsicle box upside down, the remaining three falling out. he took one for himself, passed one to a zombie-like version of ian sitting at the kitchen counter, and tossed another to mickey, who was reading a magazine at the kitchen table.

mickey furrowed his eyebrows. "i didn't ask."

"yeah, but you wanted one." carl shrugged and leaned against the fridge for a moment.

"thanks, kid." mickey mumbled after maybe somewhat of an awkward length of time. carl took that as a dismissal as he bounded up the stairs.

ian had been quiet, not even muttering a thanks. he managed to unwrap it, but not much else.

"'s your favorite, man," mickey nodded towards the bomb pop sitting idle in his hands.

ian half nodded and gave a sorry excuse for a fake smile. his popsicle dripped.

mickey frowned. patient, he got up from the table and sat next to ian, wiping the melted popsicle with his jacket sleeve.

they sat there quietly, eating their popsicles together, tongues cold and red.

mickey was trying.

---

ian and mickey had been in the car for hours now, heading further south with every passing minute. conversations fell anywhere from their past, their present, and their future. ian tried to keep his focus on their present.

"didn't you say there was some ice cream around here we gotta try?" ian wondered, memory flickering with something mickey had said a few hours ago.

"paletas de crema," mickey enunciated in a put-on spanish accent. he smirked. "yeah, man, we'll make a pit stop for it pretty soon. damon said it was to die for."

"wonder if damon's got himself arrested yet?" ian mused.

"nah, fuck him."

they stopped at some ma & pa shop down in texas near the border. somehow, mickey had a family discount.

mickey ordered pineapple, claiming to be a slut for piña coladas. he ordered a strawberry for ian, claiming to know what ian would like. he wasn't wrong. they switched ice creams for a couple licks and ian definitely preferred his strawberry.

mickey got a little on his chin and ian wiped it off without thinking, they both paused and stiffened for a moment, before acting like that didn't just happen. the uncharted territory scaring them both a bit.

---

"what's your favorite ice cream flavor?" franny asked, kicking her feet absentmindedly in the backseat of the new gallagher-milkovich van.

"really, kid? ya had a whole day of school you could be tellin' me about, but you wanna know about ice cream?" mickey argued with the six year old.

"mhmm," she nodded before staring out the window again.

"chocolate ice cream's my fav. what's yours?"

"strawberry!"

"'course it would be, strawberry shortcake. should we go get some, just the two of us?" mickey asked, pulling out of the school lot.

franny chanted for ice cream until the physical cups (not cones) were handed to them through the drive through. she frowned when she saw a third cup. there were only two people in the car, right? and this ice cream was green.

"what's that?" she asked incredulously.

"ice cream?"

"but it's green, uncle mickey!"

"'s pistachio. it's your uncle ian's favorite."

"we gotta wait for him before we eat ours then!"

mickey snuck a spoonful of his chocolate ice cream when fran wasn't looking.

mickey may have also broken several traffic laws to get them home before their ice cream could melt.

as soon as they were parked in the street, franny bolted towards the house, pink and green ice cream in hand.

"uncle ian, uncle ian! look!"

mickey slammed the car door behind him and picked up franny's backpack from the back seat. he glanced up to see franny nearly tackling his giant of a husband. he looked so enthusiastic about everything franny was telling him before he directed her inside.

mickey made his way over to ian's side, tossing franny's backpack at his feet with a thud before giving him a quick smooch.

"mmm," ian hummed. he smacked his lips together. a pause. "chocolate?" he asked, picking up the backpack.

"what about it?" mickey's eyebrows raised, somewhere between a threat and a tease.

"fran told me you were waiting for me."

"told ya i'm not good with rules," mickey smirked at him before following franny inside.

they all ate at the dining table while franny told both of them about her drama-filled day at first grade.

---

it was a hot ass summer and the AC in their apartment was on the fritz. they thought that moving to the west side would guarantee working utilities at all times, but apparently they were wrong because it was sweltering inside their bedroom.

ian couldn't help but lay on the bed and groan. he was shirtless, hair still a bit wet from his most recent shower, and he was utterly uncomfortable.

mickey had left to go to the corner store in a fucking jacket like a crazy person. so ian closed his eyes and waited it out.

he opened his eyes again to the sound of a wrapper being ripped open. mickey sauntered over to the bed, tossing his jacket in the corner. ian was distracted by just how good mickey's arms looked today that it took him a moment to realize what was in his hands.

a cold, cold popsicle in all its glory.

ian reached for it, but mickey moved it out of reach, instead dramatically teasing ian when he licked it.

ian didn't know if the heat or his taunting husband would be the death of him.

it looked like mickey finally had his share of fun fucking with ian. he brought the popsicle close to ian's mouth, hovering above his awaiting tongue. at the last second mickey dipped the popsicle below his mouth, messily dragging it down his chin, neck, chest. ian shivered at the chill, and then again as the sticky trail was covered with mickey's tongue, still cold from the popsicle.

ian would have to shower again, but he couldn't care less.

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

mango, m | jjk | 2

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: A love story between bad boy Jeon Jungkook and a strange girl with mango eating obsession.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; mentions of parental abuse and suicide; suggestive words/actions; alcohol consumption; mentions of nightmares plaguing the reader; non-idol!AU - university!AU; badboy!Jungkook x sociallyawkward!reader, ft bestfriend!Hoseok and friendly!Namjoon

--

1.

-

Your head leaned against the wall of the library. Too many books around you, research paper already outlined for you seminar class. That was good. You only needed a partial outline next week and you would finish tweaking the outline tomorrow. You phone was open beside your papers, screen blaring at you.

Jungkook’s text, asking where you were. Your reply.

Library.

No further information. A guy like that probably never stepped foot in a library his entire life.

You closed your eyes. Placed your arms over your papers, sighing softly. You were in one of the study rooms in the upper floors of the library, where all the scientific journals were.

Why had you given him your phone number like that?

Self-destruction.

You turned your head the other way, eyeballs shifting under your closed lids.

Guys like that only cause self-destruction.

Your thumb ran over your glossy nails. You wondered if he would be mad at you for associating yourself with someone who looked dangerous and wild. Maybe he would tell you it was a bad idea. Maybe he could make you see reason. All you had to do was call him and ask for his opinion.

I’m sorry, Hoseok.

You ran your other thumb over the nails on your other hand. The little stickers caused raised bumps, but none of them had peeled off yet. You pressed your thumb down on one of them.  At least he was still there, with you in this way.

A soft blackness swallowed you up, taking you into deep slumber.

Then, a coated sweetness pressed against your lips. A familiar taste. You opened your mouth and the thin, flat piece of dried fruit slid partway in. Your teeth stopped it. Spun it slowly with your tongue. Then it went into your mouth. Chewed.

Opened your eyes.

Jeon Jungkook, standing over you.

Holding a pack of dried mango. Eating a piece, his straight white teeth gnawing at it. Pink lips closing around the orange fruit. The mole under his lip danced with movement. His brown eyes were darker due to the harsh fluorescent overhead light. Tan skin glowing, black hair slicked back with too much gel, revealing his clean undercut. Leather blazer over a low-cut black t-shirt. Black jeans. Black backpack far too deflated to be holding much.

“Don’t know how you eat this stuff,” Jungkook said absentmindedly. He sat down on the chair next to you. Scooted closer. You could smell his cologne. Something sharp, but clean. “It’s not bad, but I couldn’t eat packs and packs of it like you.”

You lifted your head. “Habit.”

He nodded. “I noticed you do it whenever I talk to you.”

You chewed slowly.

“I don’t talk to people.”

“Hmm.”

He looked you over. Black turtleneck. Maroon oversized hoodie. Black flared miniskirt. Black opaque tights. Black boots with a ten-centimeter platform.

“What do you do for fun?”

You reached over and stuck your hand into the pack of dried mango. Picked a piece and placed it in your mouth. Sat back in your chair as you chewed on it.

“I don’t have fun.”

Jungkook sucked his teeth. It seemed like he was trying to unstick some candied fruit from them. “You seem like the creative type though. Moody and artistic.”

You shifted your eyes, staring into the bookshelves. “Creation is meaningless without an audience.”

Jungkook scratched his nose. “Maybe you just don’t want anyone to know what you’re thinking.”

You stopped chewing.

You turned your head to face Jungkook. He frowned at the packet of dried mango and placed it on the desk, sliding it to you. Then he noticed you staring at him. His lips curved into a slow, sly smile.

“You doing anything tonight?”

-

You didn’t go to parties.

Never. In your entire life. Not even a birthday party. You didn’t have birthday parties yourself either.

You only remembered beatings on your birthday.

You stood at the edge of the lawn, looking up at the large house. Too many people. Too much drinking. Too much danger. You reached into the center pocket of your maroon hoodie, pulling out a piece of dried mango. Slowly placing it in between your teeth. Spinning it. A couple was making out on the porch, pressed against the wall. Sucking the dried mango in your mouth. On the other side of the porch, a girl was slapping another guy and tossing the contents of a red plastic cup at him.

Chewed.

You shouldn’t have come. This wasn’t where you belonged.

A strong hand gripped your upper left arm. Familiar fingers. Long, strong ones, with small tattoos.

“How long you been standing out here?”

Alcohol on his breath.

“How much mango you consumed in that time?”

You held out an empty cellophane bag.

“Wow. Impressive.”

You chewed. The fingers let you go. They danced up your shoulder.

“You don’t seem to be bothered when I touch you.”

You swallowed.

“That’s because it’s obvious what you want.”

Jeon Jungkook chuckled. Deep and amused.

“But talking bothers you?”

You exhaled. Took out another piece.

“Words, intentional or not, leave everlasting scars far longer than a meaningless fuck.”

You placed it in between your teeth.

“Do you think it will be meaningless?” His voice was low, treacherous.

You paused. His fingertips balanced on the shoulder of your hoodie. A gust was wind made your black skirt flutter against your thighs. You felt nothing. Not cold, not hot. Nothing but those fingertips balanced on your shoulder. You sucked in the piece of mango and chewed. You could walk away. Not provoke him anymore and not try to walk through that fire.

You could back away and continue on your tightrope, high above.

But if you were already standing on this street, in front of this house, didn’t that mean your feet were already on the asphalt? Weren’t you already on the ground, wandering down that lost highway?

“There is no meaning in the arms of a stranger.”

You reached for your hoodie pocket again but his fingers wrapped around yours. Stopping you. Pulling you to him. Face shining in the moonlight, brows furrowed as he looked down at your face. Thick silver chain glinting at his throat. Dark hair slicked back but falling apart due to the events of the night. Eyes like the dark side of the moon.

He leaned down.

You could feel his breath against yours. Alcoholic, but somehow not unpleasant. It mixed with his sharp, clean cologne and the leather of his jacket. You saw his eyes flicker. He was really staring deeply into your eyes. He was as handsome as everyone said he was. You tilted your head at him.

Guys like him were always looking for a target. A puzzle to solve. The harder and more difficult it was, the better the thrill. That’s how it was and that’s how Jeon Jungkook was. So, you stood there. Waiting for him to do it.

Thing was, Jungkook wasn’t doing anything.

He finally backed off; expression unreadable. You pulled your hand out of his.

“Let’s go on a walk. I have to sober up.”

You looked from the house to him. He cocked his head. You two began to walk, stepping into the moonlight. Not touching each other, but walking side by side. The silence was deafening. He wasn’t speaking to you. Not even looking at you. You placed your earbuds into your ear and put on some violin music.

“What are you listening to?”

You jumped, surprised he noticed. Jungkook tilted his head at you. You handed him one of the Samsung buds. He placed it in his ear, tucking his hair back. Profile illuminated by the moon, nodded slowly at he listened.

And then you two walked, serenaded by violins.

-

Jungkook texted you and showed up in the library again. You were in the middle of writing your seminar research paper. To be honest, he was a welcome distraction. The scientific articles were giving you a headache.

He handed you a piece of dried mango before speaking.

“Let’s date.”

You blinked at him. Jungkook grabbed a seat and sat down, taking out a slice himself. You placed the piece of dried mango in your mouth and chewed slowly. He watched you the entire time, chewing with you, staring at your lips. You swallowed, sighing.

"Jungkook, you don't want to date me."

He nibbled at another piece of dried mango. "Pretty sure I do."

You took in a deep breath, feeling the annoyance rise in your chest. "Your body is the literal reincarnation of Adonis himself and you radiate bad boy vibes like nobody's business. You would ruin your image by dating the strange girl with a dried mango obsession."

Jungkook chewed slowly. "That's the first time your tone has changed with me."

You froze, realizing that too. Realizing that, for once, you were actually irate instead of being objective or apathetic about it. You were not making an ambiguous comment or philosophizing humanity. You were just stating what you were thinking straight up.

"And, anyway, you're the literal reincarnation of sex goddess Aphrodite herself, so there should be no problem if you're worried about looks."

"That's not..." You cut yourself off, not bothering to correct him. "You can barely see my body."

Jungkook's eyes traveled down to your legs. Your black pantyhose-covered legs, with your short red skirt and black hoodie. He reached out and grabbed your hand. You tried to pull away, but his grip was like iron. 

"True, your skin is always covered," he mumbled.

Then Jungkook pressed your hand into his crotch. 

Your eyes widened, feeling his semi-hard length in his jeans. He let go of your hand and you recoiled as if burned. Did he really just–?

He gnawed thoughtfully. "And yet every time I hear your voice, that happens to me."

You narrowed your eyes at him. "Sexual attraction is not a solid foundation to a relationship."

"It's not," Jungkook agreed, grabbing another piece of dried mango. Then his eyes flickered to you, dark and serious. "I just didn't like how you dismissed my physical attraction to you so easily." He went back to nibbling. 

You looked away; ears hot. "In the end, all you want is to boast that you fucked me."

"That was my original intent, yes." You snapped your head back, furrowing your brows. Jungkook inspected the dried fruit, licking some sugar off. Your stomach flipped a little as you watched his pink tongue. "But now I want to take you on dates, hold your hand, and make you eat real meals that aren't only composed of candied mango."

You looked down at your lap. "I'm not a hand-holding kind of girl."

"Then I'll hold your ass."

A muscle in your eyebrow twitched. You glared at him, but he was smiling, popping the mango in his mouth. 

"One date. And then we'll see how it goes."

You closed your eyes. Inhaled deeply. You could say no. You could refuse and tell him to leave you alone and never speak to him again. You could and maybe you should. Because once he knew... he would know. You chewed on your lip. Fear was an understatement. And you were afraid because you knew the truth. If there was a flame between you two, the truth would likely snuff it out. 

Was that better or worse than you smothering it yourself?

"Before we go on a date," you said quietly but firmly. "I need to show you something."

-

“Okay. What is it that you have to show me?”

You were standing in Jeon Jungkook’s apartment. Different day, different clothes. He was wearing a loose leather jacket, white shirt, and distressed acid-wash jeans. He stuck his hands in his pockets. Black hair slicked back as usual, sculpted dark brows framing intense brown eyes. Even though he was dressed like a delinquent, his apartment was well-kept and clean. It was one of the student apartment complexes, decently expensive, segregated for men and women. Not that it mattered, since you were obviously standing there right now.

You were wearing your black turtleneck and flared black miniskirt. But instead of your usual opaque pantyhose, you were wearing black thigh-high socks. They made you very uncomfortable and not because Jungkook was staring at the sliver of exposed flesh. To be honest, you couldn’t care less if he was staring or not.

You chewed on you lip, clutching your messenger bag.

You really wondered if you should show Jungkook. Your thumb ran over your nails. Painted royal blue with raindrop crystals. You asked Hoseok to do them for you this time. He was excited to pick a design and style for you. Asked you what it was for and you said you just felt like it.

Hoseok was very happy to hear that.

Jungkook seemed to sense your unease.

“Are you okay?” he asked gently. “Do you want a piece of man–”

You shook your head furiously. Just do it. Do it and maybe he’ll leave you alone. Do it and he’ll understand this is a bad, bad idea.

You took a deep breath and bent at the waist. Then you yanked down both your thigh-highs, all the way to your ankles.

Jungkook gasped sharply.

You stared down at your legs. At the knife scars, mostly on your calves. Some white and thin, but there were a few big dark ones, knotted and twisted from the skin trying to grow back evenly but failing. Your legs were quite pale too. They never saw the sun.

You hated looking at them. They reminded you of why you had nightmares.

“What… happened?”

You didn’t look at him. His normally smooth, suave voice was trembling. Confused.

You sucked in your lips and clicked your tongue.

“My father was not a nice man. I was an only daughter and he was not happy about it. Perhaps he was never happy about life to begin with. He reminded my mother and me about it constantly.” You straightened, still not looking at Jungkook, but no longer wanting to look at yourself either. “He beat us up a lot. At the time, I really thought that was how it was. Men lost their temper sometimes. Happens. What else am I supposed to think?” You shrugged. “But it was always slapping around, the occasional punch. Not that bad, perhaps.”

You had to remember to breathe. Breathe.

“But when I was twelve, thirteen, it got worse. I don’t know if it was because my mom was slowly fighting back or if work became more stressful and he acted out, but the reason doesn’t matter. He simply got worse. Things thrown at us. Years of insults made them cut deeper, harder. He pulled a knife on me, when I was home alone and my mom was at work.”

You had to swallow hard, trying not to go back there. Trying not to get too detailed, because the nightmares already did that for you. You pulled up your sleeves. There were a few unpleasant scars there too, but nowhere near as bad to your legs.

“Anyway,” you continued. “I think he thought I was bleeding out or dead. My mom, feeling that something was off, decided to come home early. I don’t think I would be alive if she hadn’t thought to do that.” You inhaled deeply, pausing for a moment before continuing. “My father took his car and drove to the other side of town. Drove to a deserted area and ended his own life with the knife he cut me up with. I don’t know if it was guilt or fear of being exposed. But it doesn’t matter. I went to the hospital and stayed there for a long, long time. Not because of the cuts or almost bleeding out, but because I had to talk to a lot of psychologists. A lot of counselors.”

You reached into your bag and pulled out the pack of dried mango. “My mom would buy me these. She couldn’t visit often. She had to sell the house and work overseas to pay all the medical bills. Maybe she has a hard time seeing me too.”

You chewed on your lip, shoving it back into your bag.

“I look more like my father, unfortunately. And, even though I understand what has happened to me, I can’t escape it. I see it every day in the mirror. I am reminded all the time. I can’t talk to people unless I’m eating dried mango. It’s a stupid tick, but my therapist told me once that it was better than cocaine, so, whatever, right?”

You chuckled darkly, feeling empty.

“And I have nightmares. They don’t go away. When I take medication, it gets worse, so I don’t try anymore.”

You kept your eyes on the wall, still not looking at him.

“You’re handsome, Jungkook. Handsome, decently smart, could clean up well,” you said, still gnawing on your lip. “I’m not pretty like the other girls you hang around with. I don’t get to wear what I want because I don’t want to be asked what is wrong with my skin. Sometimes, I wake up screaming, remembering everything that happened that night. I eat way too much dried mango and speak like a fucking robot.” You closed your eyes and sucked in a shuddering breath. “I spend a lot of time trying to not feel anything. I’m not okay. You shouldn’t date someone like me.”

Silence.

Ten seconds past.

Then, the creak of leather. You suddenly felt his presence right in front of you. Strong arms wrapped around you, holding you tight. The sharp, clean scent of his cologne, the thinness of the white shirt revealing his toned torso. Well, the reaction wasn’t disgust. Maybe it was pity and that was worse. You did not want a pity fuck.

“At the risk of something insensitive,” Jungkook murmured quietly into your hair. “Your battle scars are really fucking cool.”

… What?

You laughed.

You laughed, because, what? That wasn’t a reaction you expected. Your laugh was raspy and kind of gross, considering you hadn’t laughed like that in years. But you laughed into Jungkook’s chest, laughed because it was ridiculous, laughed because it was a little insensitive, laughed because you didn’t care. No one who knew about your scars ever said anything like that. Everyone else was very serious and solemn, pity in their eyes as you explained.

Jungkook buried his face into your hair. You could feel his smile.

“Your laugh is cute.”

You wheezed, shaking your head a little. “It isn’t. I didn’t even know I could laugh,” you choked out weakly, breathless.

You felt him kiss the top of your head. You froze, a shiver running through you.

“You know,” Jungkook murmured. “I was really nervous in the library when I was asking you out.”

You didn’t reply. Couldn’t breathe, really.

“I found myself continuously eating that mango. I think you rubbed off on me.”

You remembered. And then you realized.

“You only ate one piece though,” he muttered. “It made me even more nervous, honestly. I just kept eating to keep my mind off it.”

Was this… was this the first time you had an entire conversation with Jeon Jungkook without eating mango at one point?

The only person you weren’t like that with was Hoseok, and that was because he was your oldest friend. The only friend who knew it all, who witnessed your bruises and tear-stained cheeks. The only friend who saw you in hospital gowns and did his best to cheer you up. Drawing pictures with you, making bracelets. Telling you that it was going to be okay, that he was going to be your daily dose of sunshine, your hope, never getting discouraged. There weren’t romantic feelings between you two, but there was love, and you were eternally grateful that Hoseok never gave up on you.

Jeon Jungkook?

He was just the annoying kid who kept trying to copy your Chemistry homework.

“You’re… not that bad at Chemistry, are you?”

Jungkook chuckled. “Nah. I always do the homework. I just wanted to annoy you.”

“You are, indeed, very annoying.”

You two stood there, Jungkook hugging you, your thigh-highs at your ankles, clutching your bag. To be honest, you thought it would have been a lot weirder. But somehow, it was kind of nice. You were okay with it.

“Where do you want to go on our date?” Jungkook suddenly piped up.

You spoke into his chest. “We’re still going on a date?”

He hugged you tighter. “Yeah, of course.”

You were pressed against his body, held so close that your ribs felt like they were being crushed.

“Jungkook.”

“Hm?”

“Something is poking me.”

“… Please ignore him. He doesn’t know time and place.”

A few silent seconds passed.

“I mean, maybe you needed some reassurance that I still think you’re fine as hell.”

“He’s getting bigger.”

“I told you to ignore him.”

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[maydaygirl-save-our-ships]

Home Again (Amphibia Fic)

Spoilers for True Colors.

Summary:

Anne stared at her shaking and confused frog family and couldn’t help but think back to the first day she landed in Amphibia. She had been terrified, especially after she learned of the blood thirsty, giant creatures that inhabited the world. Nothing about the urban city in which she grew up was familiar to the Plantar family. She recognized their overwhelmed and distraught faces and her resolve hardened. “Don’t worry, guys,” Anne said. “I won’t let anything happen to you. You took care of me when I was lost in your world, and now it’s my turn to take care of you.”

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Chapter 1: Welcome to Los Angeles

“What the...”

Loud honking blared all around her. The shapes of this world were too straight, too unnatural. Gone were the handcrafted marble buildings, beautiful in their imperfections. Instead, shooting up from the horizon were buildings of glass and metal reaching towards the clouds. The dirty black asphalt stretched out before her where the green plants and moss should’ve been.The sky was muted in color as a brown fog hung over them.

“Oh my frog…” Sprig said as he gawked at the world.

Anne’s breath caught in her throat. Even the air tasted stale and unclean.

“What is this place?” Hop Pop asked from beside her.

Her first instinct was that this strange, foreign place was wrong and they needed to get back home as soon as possible. Then, with a sudden rush of familiarity, the rest of her mind re-centered herself back into the world she used to know.

“Home,” she said simply. She was home.

She felt three pairs of eyes on her as the frogs looked at her in complete bewilderment.

“You mean…” Sprig began before a loud horn sounded, causing the frog family to jump and then cling to her arms fearfully.

Staring down at her frog family, some sense of calmness began to fill her. As overwhelming as this world was to her after living in Amphibia for months, it must have been absolutely terrifying to Polly, Sprig and Hop Pop.

“Come on guys,” Anne said, her voice sounded more assured than she felt. “Let’s get somewhere safe first.”

She climbed off the front of the car, motioning for them to follow. She tried to ignore the stares, honks and pictures she knew were being taken from the other humans inside the vehicles.

Other humans… she was really back on earth with other humans. It was strangely relieving to not be an “other” in the world. Instead, people were staring at the strange frog creatures in slack-jawed confusion instead of at her gangly form. Anne did her best to quickly usher her family between the cars and down the nearest off ramp of the 110.

Anne knew exactly where they were. They weren’t that far from her school, Saint James Middle School, where she, Sasha and… and Marcy…

“Anne?” Hop pop asked, but Anne barely heard him.

Marcy’s wide, terrified eyes… Her last few precious seconds she had as her eyes begged for forgiveness... The sword that had gone straight through her back and out the front of her chest...

Anne saw it all again in her mind’s eye. She closed her eyes, tears pooling as she did so, but the darkness only made the image stronger. In the confusion of being back home, she had pushed the truth away, wishing desperately that it had been a nightmare. There is no way Marcy could…

“Anne!” She heard the voices of her family shouting her name. She felt them hovering around her shoulders.

The image of Marcy in her mind changed as she watched her friend fall to the ground helplessly. It was only then that Anne realized she had also fallen to her knees as her frog family called her name in concern. They sounded so far away as they attempted to coax her back up again.

She belatedly realized that she was still in the middle of the off ramp.

She knew she had to get off. She was in danger. Her family needed safety.

The rest was a blur as she felt her family help her up and she found herself stumbling into vegetation at the end of the off-ramp, just off the side of the road.

She collapsed onto her knees again and felt Hop Pop’s comforting, cool arms around her and she leaned into him. She could feel the arms of Polly and Sprig hugging her, and the gesture only made her cry harder.

“We got you, Anne,” Sprig whispered.

“She’s… she’s gone…” Anne croaked out. “She’s really…” Her whole body shook with sobs.

Hop Pop rubbed comforting circles on her back, which she could barely feel through her armor. She could feel Sprig and Polly shaking with tiny sobs as they hugged her. Even though it was for a shorter time, they had been Marcy’s friends as well.

Marcy had lost everything just to help them escape. If she hadn't grabbed the box, if she hadn’t opened the portal, she might still be…

It hurt too much to even think about.

It felt like hours before Anne ran out of tears. The stale air stung her throat and she desperately wished for a glass of water. As her mind began to clear further, her thoughts started to race. Maybe… maybe it wasn’t too late for Marcy? Maybe Sasha had done something to save her? It seemed like a stretch, but Amphibia was full of magic. Maybe there was a spell that could have healed her? She didn’t dare voice these thoughts for fear that Hop Pop would tell her that such a spell didn’t exist. For now, she needed the hope, as slim as it might be.

She wouldn’t know for sure until she got back to Amphibia. Amphibia, the same place she left Sasha fighting for her life. The same place where King Andrias was still hellbent on using the music box to conquer worlds. And so, there was only one course of action left.

She broke her family’s embrace and wiped at her eyes.

“We have to go back,” Anne said, her voice raspy from crying.

“How?” Hop Pop asked. “We don’t even have the music box.”

Anne shook her head. “We’ll figure it out. For now, we have to get someplace safe before it gets dark.”

“Where do we go?” Polly asked. She peered out of the foliage hesitantly.

“My home is not far from here,” Anne reassured them.

A car rushed down the street, and the frogs flinched at the roar of the engine; their eyes grew wide as they watched the speed of the car in transfixed horror.

“How are we going to get there with all of those metal monsters out there?” Sprig asked and Anne was surprised to hear a quiver in his voice.

“If only Frobo was here to protect us…” Polly said forlornly as she rested a flipper on the broken robot’s head on the ground, which was peeking out from Anne’s backpack.

Anne felt fresh tears sprig to her eyes and she thought of the metal member of the family. She hasn’t known the robot long, but he had sacrificed everything for them, just like Marcy…

Anne shook her head to push away the thoughts.

“Those aren’t monsters, those are cars,” Anne explained rationally.

Her family stared at her blankly.

“They're like the carts or busses we used back in your world, but instead of being pulled by a snail or other animals, it runs by itself with a motor.”

Somehow explaining her world to the frog family was helping her to collect herself.

“It runs by itself?” Hop Pop asked.

Suddenly, there was a giant shadow cast overhead and the entire family ducked, including Anne. Months of knowing that at any second you could get plucked up by a giant bird or bat was enough to engrain that instinct into her. However, the loud roar of the plane engine brought her back to her reality. Of course, there was an airport nearby. They used to get low flying planes all the time.

The frog family huddled together as they looked up in the sky in fear.

“Is that those flying metal machines you told us about, Anne?” Sprig asked.

“Is it going to fall on us?” Polly asked in hysterics.

Anne stared at her shaking and confused frog family and couldn’t help but think back to the first day she landed in Amphibia. She had been terrified, especially after she learned of the blood thirsty, giant creatures that inhabited the world. Nothing about the urban city in which she grew up was familiar to the Plantar family. She recognized their overwhelmed and distraught faces and her resolve hardened.

“Don’t worry, guys,” Anne said. “I won’t let anything happen to you. You took care of me when I was lost in your world, and now it’s my turn to take care of you.”

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[nyx-aira]

We'll meet again

Summary: Peggy goes on a mission and everything goes wrong.

A/N: This is my first time writing for Peggy, I hope you like it (thanks for the inspiration @lilian-maximoff )

Tag list: @escapetodreamworld @midnight-lestrange @king-star @ynscrazylife @ycfwmalise14 @procrastinatingsapphictrash @ineffablebean @mochamoff @wlwlovesreading

Peggy was late, she was too late. She sprinted around the corner of the abandoned building and followed the bloody trail, hoping it didn't lead to who she thought it was.

Peggy had been sent on a mission to retrieve some HYDRA Intel, or rather had broke into the office, stole the files for the mission and had gone alone. Because these imbeciles of coworkers she had wouldn't get the job done, at all.

She had been successful in breaking and entering, just the leaving part wasn't as easy as she thought it would. When Peggy stepped out of the office she saw a shadow leaning against the wall, watching her.

She was ready to lie or fight her way out of this situation when you stepped out of the shadows, a knowing smirk on your face.

"Seriously Peg", you said as you stepped forward, " breaking and entering and you didn't invite your best girl?"

Peggy laughed at your antics, mustering you and the way you were dressed. Instead of your normal office attire you wore a leather jacket, army pants, boots and a backpack that looked like it could hold Captain America himself. She shook her head, she should have anticipated this, there was no way to keep a secret from you, not just because you were an SSR agent.

"Where are we heading?" You asked as you followed Peggy to her car, throwing the backpack in the backseat and getting in on the passenger side.

Peggy started the engine and drove through the streets of New York, driving out of the city and heading north. She grabbed a map and threw it in your direction, focusing on the road as she spoke.

"We got word that not to far from here, there's an old factory that's been used by HYDRA. We think that they might still use the facility."

You looked at the map and saw a building that was situated deep in the woods. You snorted, the typical villain hideout.

About a mile from where the building was situated you stopped the car, hiding it behind some bushes and deciding it was safer to walk the remaining distance. The two of you walked in complete silence, focusing on the task at hand, trusting the other to cover your back.

When you arrived at the facility it looked as abandoned as the files had said but you couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong here. Peggy broke into the building and you followed close behind, weapon drawn.

What greeted you inside was eerie silence. The whole interior was destroyed, machines broken only sparks of electricity lighting the room up. Somehow Peggy got the emergency power running and the whole place was lit in ominous red. It reminded you of a horror movie.

You crept through the hallways, Peggy close behind, following the path of destruction. It lead to a room at the end of the hallway. Peggy stopped you with her hand, signalling that she would go first. You nodded and prepared for the worst as you entered.

Whatever you thought was inside here didn't prepared you for the absolute horror you were faced with. The whole room was covered in blood and you could spy at least two bodies from where you were standing. Looking at Peggy you both agreed that this wasn't an abandoned facility but rather that this was the scene of a crime not too long ago.

You decided to go investigate the second story as you heard a noise. It sounded like the rattling of chains so you ran into the direction of the metallic sound. Banging open the door you rushed into the room, looking around to see nothing more then an empty office. Confused you wanted to leave when suddenly you saw some movement out of the corner of your eye. You turned around and got hit into the head, then everything went black.

Peggy ran faster when she saw a figure slumped against the wall. Coming to a skidding halt in front of you she immediately sank to her knees, taking in the damage. Your leg was bent at an unnatural angle and you had a head wound that was painting your face red. But the most concerning thing was your shirt, your shirt that was turning crimson faster than Peggy would've liked.

You jerked awake as you felt hands on your body, frantically trying to pry them off in a last attempt of self defense. Gentle hands grabbed your trashing limbs and a soothing voice tried to comfort you, a voice you knew. Peggy.

Slowly opening your eyes you groaned in pain as something touched your leg, the voice apologising immediately. Peggy looked absolutely wrecked, her hair was loose and all over her face, tear tracks marking her face. She was devastated but you didn't know why.

In fact you didn't know why you were here at all, how you got here and why there was so much pain. Everything was fuzzy and you were on the edge of unconsciousness, the throbbing pain in your leg and stomach the only thing keeping you from slipping into the darkness completely.

Peggy was crying. She hadn't cried in a long time, the last time when had she lost Steve. But here she was, crying again, over a person that could have been so much more than a friend if she didn't let them sacrifice themselves.

She took your hand and squeezed it, begging you to hold on to stay with her but she felt your grip weaken, your hand slipping from her fingers.

Peggy was sobbing, she was angry, angry at herself that she didn't come with you, angry that she couldn't protect you and angry that she'd never get the chance to tell you how she felt about you. She should have said something while she still could.

A gentle brush of fingers against her arm broke her out of her trance, looking down to see you smiling weakly at her. You lifted your arms and she instantly knew you wanted her closer. Shuffling forward on her knees until she was all in your personal space she looked at you questioningly.

You only gave her a weak smile and pressed your lips to hers, startling her for a second. Peggy soon recovered and kissed you back as gentle and with as much passion as possible. Her heart was torn between happiness and sadness, happy that she finally got to do what she wanted to do since you stepped into her office that faithful day and sadness. Sadness because as you kissed her as if your life depended on it she felt you slipping away, slipping through her fingers even though she just caught you.

You broke away with a teary smile, hand caresing her face one last time, memorising her face so you would never forget. You brushed away one last tear and whispered one last confession as your eyes shut and you were finally at peace.

Peggy felt a hand on her face, wiping her tears away. She looked at you and if she hadn't been that close she would have missed it.

"We'll meet again my love."

She wanted to answer but your eyes fluttered close, one last tear rolling down your face, a smile ghosting your lips as you faded away.

As she pressed a last kiss to your temple, she felt as if your skin was on fire, burning like a thousand suns. With tears in her eyes and burning lips she got up, looking around to see the sun rise over the horizon.

It was a new day, a new day in a new world, a world that maybe wouldn't be so cruel after all.

"We'll meet again my love, we'll meet again."

[soundofseventeen]

Midnight Visitor (Joshua Hong)

Hello so uhm. Whoever requested this one... Tumblr ate your ask so I do not know if it was an anon or I needed to tag someone... so... I’m so sorry (if it somehow pops back into the inbox I will tag you later) 💛

Requested by......... Someone

36 - “How did you get in here?”

50 - “Please don’t cry.”

52 - “Is that blood?” “...No”

Joshua Hong had been sneaking into your room since you were about 14 years old. You had been neighbors for a while, but you never really got to know the kid next door. It wasn’t until you were 10 that you became friends with the boy, yelling at some kid from down the street who pushed him down and took his ice cream. The kid eventually just ran away, dropping the ice cream in the process. You then invited Joshua to your house for some new ice cream, which he happily accepted. 

You two slowly became better friends, starting from waving to each other when you crossed paths to running over to his house to show him the cool frog you found to knocking on each others doors almost every day to see if the other could come out to play. 

The first time he snuck into your room was when he had a bad fight with his parents. He had left his house angrily, saying he was going to Jeonghan’s, only to remember that Jeonghan was out of town that weekend. He had tried a few of his other friends, but it was pretty late at night to begin with. So, you jumped as he knocked on your window, confused as you opened it and let him in. Once he explained what happened, you were more than welcoming to let him stay. You found him some pillows and blankets, creating a little bed on the floor. 

He was gone before you woke up the next morning, but he silently handed you a banana milk at school, not really mentioning it. 

This became a routine for you two. Every once in a while, Joshua would appear at your window. Sometimes he gave you notice, but sometimes he gave you a heart attack (you did eventually learn that if you really didn’t want him to come over, you had to lock your window.) It was an odd relationship as you two grew older, running with different crowds at school. 

In fact, no one at school really knew you even knew each other. He ran with a… rougher crowd than you were used to. You usually avoided his friends, even him at school. When he was around them, he seemed a lot more intimidating. There were even times that when he looked in your direction, you swore he couldn’t give two shits about you. 

But then he would come over, and he would still be that 10 year old kid who cried over stolen ice cream. You guys would sometimes watch anime together, you finding yourself smiling at that dorky smile he would get when you two you talk about being kids again. Those were the times he really felt like he was actually your best friend. 

Then you would get to school and suddenly you didn’t exist anymore. 

Although, you had even stopped telling people you knew him. You even started denying it. People seemed to not believe you when you said you were friends, or would become concerned. So if Joshua was going to pretend not to know you, you might as well pretend not to know him. 

You sighed one evening, scrolling through your catalogue of shows to watch. You had been in a bad mood all day, and nothing seemed to make it better. Your parents had even noticed, making you your favorite meal for dinner that night. That only slightly brought up your mood though, something was still bothering you a lot. Therefore, you really weren’t in a mood to see anyone, even Joshua. So you locked your window and closed your curtains, a sign to him that you weren’t able to see him tonight. You curled up with some tea, trying to find something to watch as you went to sleep. 

Partially to your surprise, you heard your window open. You blinked as you looked at the ledge, confused as Joshua appeared in your room, hood pulled over his head. 

“Hey.” He said, shutting your window after him. “I know the curtain was shut, but I-”

“How did you get in here?” You asked, still frozen staring at him. Joshua looked at you, eyebrows raised. 

“...The window?” He said, almost as confused as you were. 

“I locked it?” You said, Joshua looking from you to the window. As he looked back at you, you noticed something else. 

“You need to fix that lock then.” He joked, you standing up. 

“Are you bleeding?” You asked, looking at him closer. Joshua took a step back, pulling his hood lower.

“What?” He chuckled, you still seeing his face. 

“Is that blood?” 

“...No.” He said, you pulling his hood down. Joshua winced as you did, looking at you through a black eye and a few cuts. 

“What happened?” You asked, going to your backpack to get your first aid kit. 

“Nothing.” 

“Joshua-”

“Y/N, the less you know, the better, okay?” He said, giving you a soft look. “Trust me, it’s not as bad as it looks.”

“Then why did you wince?” You raised an eyebrow, turning to a smirking Joshua. 

“Because I knew you were gonna scold me.” You just blinked at him, Joshua’s smirk turning into a smile. “Come on, it really looks worse than it is. I don’t even feel it.” 

“Joshua, you’re bleeding.” You said, Joshua shrugging. 

“Hardly. Hey at least I’m alive.” He said, your eyes widening, causing him to quickly backtrack. “Not that there was a chance I wouldn’t be.” 

“How do you keep ending up like this…” You muttered, handing Joshua a bandage. 

“The less you know…” He smiled at you, you rolling your eyes and walking back to your bed to sit down. “You know if I put this on I will never live it down, right?” 

“You know if you don’t, that’s likely to get infected.” 

“Fair, but Hello Kitty?” He chuckled, holding up the bandage. “I kind of have a reputation, you know.” 

“Yeah sure.” You said, pulling your computer back to your lap, continuing to look. You glanced back up at Joshua, who was looking at you with his eyebrows raised. “What?” 

“You okay?” You shrugged, looking back at your screen. “Okay… Do you mind if I hang out here a bit? I’m not ready to hear my mom scream over this yet.” He joked, pointing at his face. 

“Do what you want. You usually do anyway.” You muttered, finally picking a show and settling back. You eventually felt Joshua sit next to you, but you didn’t really look at him. You could feel Joshua giving you weird looks, but you refused to look at him and tried to focus on the show. Finally, a part of your irritation bubbled up, you exhaling.

“Joshua, why did you come over tonight.” You eventually asked, Joshua looking at you. 

“Why?” He asked, you nodding your head. “Because clearly my best friend is going through something and I have to be there for them.” 

“How would you have known that? You didn’t talk to me all day.” You said, still trying to keep your focus on the screen. “Am I even your best friend?” 

“What kind of question is that? Of course you are.” You finally looked at him, eyes landing on the Hello Kitty bandage now on his face. 

“Dude, literally no one knows we’re friends. If I told people at school that you do this, they would either think I’m lying or… Nope, that’s it, they would think I’m lying. There’s no other excuse.” You said, Joshua tapping his finger on his knee. 

“Jeonghan knows we’re friends.” He muttered, causing you to laugh. 

“I’ve known Jeonghan since before you moved here, he’s been here for all of it. Of course he knows.” 

“Well, I don’t know, it’s our thing I guess.” Joshua said, looking at your computer screen. “You’re watching this again?” 

“Josh.” 

“Look just… I need you to trust me, okay? It’s much better that they don’t know about you.” 

“Who?” 

“My friends and… not my friends. I know it probably doesn’t make sense, but you’re much better off not being associated with me.” 

“Then why didn’t you just cut off the friendship? Why keep it secret? Why go through all this to maintain a friendship.” 

“One, my mom would probably kick me out if I stopped being your friend. She loves you too much.” He said, you pushing his head, eyes widening as he silently winced. “It’s fine. Anyway, I don’t know I wasn’t ready to give you up. We’ve been friends for years and it felt dumb to end it just because we ended up on different paths.” He let out a sigh. “I don’t know, I like you. I don’t want you to get hurt, so if that means that I have to sneak over here in the middle of the night to hang out with you, I’m okay with that.” 

“Oh.” You said, looking back at your screen. Joshua looked back at you, eyes widening himself. 

“Oh god you’re crying. Please don’t cry! Why are you crying?” He said, half laughing as he wiped a tear from your cheek. 

“Shut up, I’m not crying.” You said, pointing at the screen. “This is emotional shit, it doesn’t have to do with you.” 

“Yeah okay.” He said, grinning at the screen. “You like me though, don’t you?” 

“I will kick you out.” You said, not having to look at him to know he had that dumb grin on his face. 

“Okay, okay, just watch your show.”

[the-alice-of-hearts]

Kids again Ch 1

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Ch 1: She likes to drink her coffee black

Summary:

Soulmates come in twos; At least they usually did

98% of the world's population has a soulmate bond. Of those, 80% have platonic bonds. Only .2% of all soul bonds connected more than two people.

Having three soulmates is exactly the kind of cosmic joke the universe would play on a True Wielder of the Ladybug Miraculous. If it gives a boy who still had a lot of life to live a second chance, well that is still in Creation's domain, now isn't it?

Marinette loved the boy in her heart, and the other two links were twisted around each other in a way only romantic pairs could be. If only she could have loved him enough to save him /||\ Jason wanted, more than anything, to protect the girl who his heart belonged to; protect her from the harness of the world, and then from what he had become.

But we're getting ahead of ourselves here, let's start at the beginning.

Ch 1: She likes to drink her coffee black

The first time Jason looked into his Soulmate’s life she was happy. Whoever she was, she seemed happy. The first strong emotion that he got from her was pure bliss and a sense of major accomplishment. The first time he got to see through her eyes he was eight years old. She was rushing out the door waving goodbye to smiling parents, a thermos in one hand and a cute pink backpack in the other. He cherished this memory like no other. There were other strong emotions from the bond, most of them were similar. She was happy and seemed strong. After that, Jason tried not to let his emotions overwhelm him; he didn’t want the girl with the happy laugh and the pink backpack to see where he was.

He knew he didn’t do as good a job as he tried. The feeling of worry in his heart that he knew came from her told him so. He could feel when she worried about him not eating enough, so he tried not to go to bed hungry too often. He could feel when she would panic because she hadn’t felt anything from him for too long. He would go and listen to the musicians playing on the streets; trying desperately to feel as happy as he could for her.

When he had gotten stabbed defending another kid from a man with a knife, he wasn’t sure if his panic was his own or hers. He felt like he was watching someone die though, so he was pretty sure it was her panic feeding into his own pain. He made sure to take care of himself so that she didn’t think he had died.

This went on for a long time; him looking in and seeing small bits of her life and later try to send good things back as much as he could. He figured out she was from Paris when the Eiffel Tower was in so many of the small glimpses he saw. So, he stole an English to French dictionary. He then found a bookstore, he could steal from it pretty easily, that had a copy of a book filled with his favourite fairy tales in French. He learned French, then he took it as his language elective. Slowly, he started to understand what she was saying in his visions of her. She had a small number of friends, but they were pretty close. She still worried about him far too often, but he noticed that on days where she was worried she would go out of her way to be as happy as possible. It was like she was trying to make him warm from the inside. And on those days, when was cold and hungry and desperate for a safe place to sleep, he would hold on to her happiness and promise himself that he would be happy for her tomorrow.

When he became Robin he was worried about her finding out. What if Bruce made him stop being Robin? For this reason, he stayed quiet about his Soulmate. Most bonds were platonic anyways, so he just didn’t mention that his bond was romantic.

He hoped she would at least get to see happier emotions from him. He knew that she had to have seen some of where he grew up, but he wanted to believe that maybe she would now get to see these happier moments. Jason vowed to live every happy moment to its fullest.

He hoped she got to see Alfred teaching him to cook, and him learning how to bake all her favourite pastries. He hoped she saw Dick teaching him gymnastics, seeing all the times he fell but got back up. He wanted her to see him and Dick goofing off and the times they would go sneak off behind Bruce’s back when he told them not to skip patrol to do just that and get ice cream in the suits. He hoped she saw him and Bruce sitting in the library reading, the two of them watching movies together when he was too sick to patrol. He wanted her to see that he had a family that loved him now. He hoped that she wouldn’t worry about him so much anymore; that he wouldn’t be a burden on her anymore.

He thought he had hidden this from his new family, but somehow Alfred always knew everything. Jason almost panicked when Alfred broached the conversation while he was teaching Jason to make macarons

“Does your Soulmate have a favourite flavor, Master Jason?”

“I- uh,” he tried to come up with a way to deny it, but knew that he would never get something past Alfred. Still he tried, “What do you mean?”

Alfred smiled, not looking away from measuring the ingredients. “Growing up, my best friend had a Soulmate that grew up in a troubled home. He told me he knew when she was in a better place because she started pouring emotions into everything she did so that he could feel, as well as see, that she was safe.” Alfred turned back to the cabinet looking at their ingredients. “I just thought that you seemed to be doing something similar. I apologize if I misread the situation.”

Jason stood there thinking for a moment. He looked around and listened to make sure Bruce wasn’t about to walk into the kitchen. He moved closer to Alfred so he could whisper, ”Her name is Marinette. I heard one of her friends call her Netté, though.” When Alfred didn’t stop him from talking he kept going. “She likes matcha ones best, but she always tells her mom that she likes strawberry ones because they're less work.”

That was all that was said. They finished making the cookies and Alfred packaged them up for him to have in his room. Jason was pretty sure that Alfred knew he was hoarding food, but so long as no one stopped him and probably even if they did he would keep doing it. Living on the streets taught him that a next meal isn’t guaranteed, and even if it was unlikely he would ever go hungry under Alfred’s watchful eyes, he still wanted a back up plan if he needed to make a break for it.

The next time someone asked about her was about a year later on a stakeout in Blüdhaven with Dick. Bruce had gotten scared when Jason got hurt and wouldn’t let him patrol in Gotham until his injuries had completely healed. Jason got antsy and ran away to crash on Dick’s couch until Bruce let up on the restriction.

Dick had just sat down next to him on the building they were on. “Hey, Little Wing”

Jason turned to him. “Yeah?”

“Do you ever try to send your soulmate messages?”

Jason’s throat closed up in terror. Dick kept talking as though he hadn’t noticed Jason tensing up and planning an escape route. “It’s just, sometimes I see what he’s seeing and I don’t know how to tell him that I want to look out for him, ya know? And his dad is kinda distant, but his mom loves him a lot. I don’t know though, because sometimes I can feel dread coming from my soul link but without any glimpses into what he’s seeing. Alfred thought maybe I have a platonic soulmate that is experiencing dread. Lately I’ve only had happy and joyful feelings so I’m worried that if I do have a platonic soulmate that maybe something bad happened to them. I have no idea how I would be able to send a message to a platonic soulmate though, so I wondered if maybe you knew?”

Jason had slowly gotten more confused while listening to his brother. He hadn’t considered the possibility of having more than one soulmate. “Wait, you mean you can have more than one Soulmate? I thought Soulmates were pairs?”

Dick shrugged. “My parents explained it being more like pieces of the same picture. Most bonds are platonic and platonic bonds are more likely to be someone who you grew up near, so you would have similar experiences with similar emotional responses. That’s why people don’t always notice them, but when you have a romantic bond that you can actually see through each other's eyes, you notice, yeah?”

Jason nodded. “So you have a romantic Soulmate, but think you also have a platonic bond?”

Dick ran a hand through his hair staring out at the windows they were watching, “Yeah, I don’t know how to describe it though. Honestly, I’m pretty sure I have three soulmates. The third is a lot quieter though. My mom laughed once and told me maybe it wasn’t that I had three soulmates, but that my soulmates had another link to each other.”

“Does that happen?”

“I don’t think so, but the stories about that happening are more fairy tale than concrete evidence. I like to think I have three though. I hope that, whoever my platonic bond is, they have their own romantic bond they can lean on. I don’t know if there is anything I can do for them unless I figure out who they are.”

Jason scoffed and then went on the alert seeing movement in the room. “We’ve finally got company.”

Dick smiled and ran back a few steps. “Wanna see me do a flip into the window?”

“Ten bucks says you don’t break the glass and fall on the ground.”

He laughed at that. “Be ready to pay up, Little Wing. I’ll get the two gunmen, then you swing in and help me with the others.”

He took a running start and jumped off the roof they had been on, doing a flip to keep his momentum up. He crashed through the glass rolling into a handspring, kicking the guns out of the two goons' hands. Jason followed using his grappling hook to get across to the now-broken window.

A short fight later and they had the men all tied up. Dick called the police with the info and then they were grappling away from the scene.

“Hey, Dick?”

“Yeah?”

“Earlier you said that you wanted to figure out who your platonic soulmate was.”

Dick landed on top of the building his apartment was in, then looked at him. “Yeah. I just want to know if I can help them.”

Jason followed him down the fire escape, “I thought that soulmates knew when they found each other; you make it seem like that’s not how it works?”

Dick walked into his room to grab clothes. “When you only have one soulmate, there is a glow when you touch each other the first time. It’s your soul telling you it’s complete, but if you have more than one you only get that if you find all the pieces of your soul.”

“Oh.” He caught the pants Dick threw at him. “Thanks for talking to me about this. I guess there was a lot I didn’t know.”

They crashed on the couch to play video games and eat leftovers. The conversation hung heavy in the air, though. Jason felt like, if he talked first, he would tell Dick everything, but, if Dick had had a romantic Soulmate this whole time, then Bruce had to know about it.

He looked up at his brother from where he was laying with his legs over the side of the couch. “Does Bruce know you have a romantic Soulmate?”

Dick looked down at him from where he was perched on the back of the couch. “Yeah? Why?”

Jason shot Dick's character while he wasn’t paying attention, trying to make him stop looking at him like that. He mulled over the question while avoiding the looks Dick was still giving him during his respawn times. In a small voice he finally answered, “He didn’t make you stop being Robin?”

That made Dick pause the game. He dropped down to sit on the cushion of the couch, leaning his head over Jason to look him in the eyes. “Jason, Alfred would never let Bruce use one of us having a Soulmate as a reason to kick us out of the suit.”

Jason pushed him back so he could sit up. Turning to look at him, he took a deep breath. “He kicked me out of the suit for being hurt. He fired you and sent you here. Why would having a Soulmate be any different?”

Dick reached out and hugged Jason. He felt Dick’s shirt becoming wet from tears he hadn’t realized he was crying. “Oh, baby bird, no, that’s not gonna happen, and if Bruce tries it, then you have a place here. You did really good back there, I would love to have your help anytime.”

Jason sniffled and wrapped his arms around Dick. “What if he tries to make you send me back?”

Dick was still rubbing circles on his back, talking soothingly. “Bruce can’t make me do anything. My bank account has Alfred as my responsible party, and Clark is the name on the lease. If you want to stay here you can, and no one gets to take my brother away from me okay?” Jason nodded, still sniffling but getting his tears under control. “Now enough sad talk. How about I kick your ass in this game and tomorrow I’ll take you to the gym I use and help you with your flips.”

Jason laughed wholeheartedly at that. Sitting up and discreetly wiping his tears, he grabbed his controller again. “Don’t know why you keep trying. You’re not gonna win at this any more than I’m gonna be able to do a backhandspring tomorrow.”

And that was it.

Bruce either didn’t know about his romantic Soulmate, or he really didn’t care. Jason started keeping a journal of written notes about her. He wanted to be able to find her one day, so he needed to know everything he could.

An incomplete list of things I know about my soulmate

Her name is Marinette

Her friends also call her Netté or Mari

She drinks a lot of coffee, usually black. She grabs it on the way to class. Is that a french thing? I feel like I only ever see her with coffee? That can’t be right, maybe it’s from the all-nighters? Her friends have teased her about not sleeping before. Is that more often than I think?

She ignores her own needs to help her friends

She’s like a year younger than me I think.

Her nonna (grandmother?) calls her Marinetta or Little Fairy (could I call her Pixie?)

Lives in Paris

She has an Asian mother; Chinese?

She has an Asian name, but I don’t remember it. Her parents use it but not often enough for me to write it down

Her father is French-Italian

She is in gymnastics, but can be clumsy

Kim, Nino, and Alix are her friends.

Chloe used to be her friend. She doesn’t know what changed things

She likes to draw

She wants to be a clothing designer

She made me something? I couldn’t see what it was, but her mom was really proud of her accomplishment.

She is a really good baker

She likes matcha macarons best; but she never asks for them. She feels guilty about her parents making them just for her

She can lift a giant bag of sugar like it weighs nothing

She likes to help people

She likes pink

She is nice and good. At least I think so.

The list was in a small red notebook. It stayed with him all the time; that way whenever something happened, he could write down any details. He filled the other pages of the book with things he wanted to tell his Soulmate, small bits of his life that he wanted to share with her. He had a spot in his utility belt for it to be, and a pocket in his jacket that he kept it in. He had once shown Dick the list and the pages that he had written about him and Alfred. He smiled when Dick showed him his own similar notebook. Dick’s romantic Soulmate was also from Paris; they both wondered if their Soulmates knew each other.

Jason liked to think so