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heyheyloki · 3 years

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U&I

Summary: The reader begins to realize his feelings for Saiki.

Saiki x M!Reader

Word Count: 8711

1. The Best Friends

Being friends with a psychic definitely had its ups and downs. At first, you didn’t notice a thing out of the ordinary with Saiki, well, granted you were kids when the both of you met so naturally you just wanted to be friends and thought nothing more. However, he noticed something odd with you the moment you two met.

He couldn’t read your mind.

Actually forget being about to read your mind, none of his psychic abilities worked on you. He couldn’t see through you and when he touched you without his super thin transparent gloves on nothing happened. You were basically immune to him.

At first, he thought something was wrong with you, or that maybe you had some psychic powers as well. That wasn’t the case at all. In reality, you were a normal human without any powers or tricks. That stumped Saiki even more, but it also became the soul reason he wanted to be your friend as well.

For one, he didn’t have to deal with your thoughts. Two, his image of you wasn’t ruined because he can’t see under your skin. Three, your calmer personality made him relax. And of course all those other things like your kindness and stuff, but those were irrelevant the moment he knew he couldn’t read your mind.

It’s been years since he met you in the park during recess, and now here you guys were, 16 years later and still friends. Oh, there was one thing that bothered him about you.

“What to hang out today?” You asked as you slung your bag over your shoulder.

“Sure.” Saiki said. Yep. That’s right, since he can’t get in your mind, he actually has to move his mouth when he talks to you.

It was a bit weird to others that he never did it with anyone else other than you, but he didn’t care.

On the way home he couldn’t help but notice you eyeing his antennas, the things that keep his powers stable. He turned his head towards you and gave you a curiosity look.

“Do those things poke at your head at all?” You asked, moving you hand up to poke at the top of the pink ball. “Like, does it make your head ichy?”

Saiki shook his head. He knew he had to talk to you at some points, but times like these he didn’t. He enjoyed that about you too, that you don’t force him to talk all the time. You knew it was a bit weird for him to talk, he explained it to you when he told you all about his powers.

“Hm,” you hummed out. Your hands going back at your side and into your pant pockets. “It would for me, if I was you. They just look painful, but I guess you gotta do what you gotta do if you don’t wanna blow up the world.”

Saiki nodded his head, his eyes continuing to linger on you. It was one days like these when he saw you thinking so hard about something that he wished he could just take a peak. At some points, he loved the silence, especially when the both of you were watching movies, but right now, especially in this moment, he’d give anything to know. It was mostly prominent when he’d stare at you during class and you’d have this far out look in your orbs, you drew him in, and perhaps that’s why he fell for you.

Though, there were other factors that won his favor. Mostly the fact that, unlike everyone else, he can’t stare right through you and just see your raw muscles and pumping organs. Instead, he was able to focus on your handsome face and not get side tracked about your racing thoughts. You were the only person in the world that make him feel somewhat normal. That was a love-hate relationship at times.

“Think I could sleep over tonight?” You suddenly asked, “we don’t have school tomorrow.”

Saiki stared at you for a moment just to relish in that fact that nothing worked on you. No telekinesis, mind control, no nothing. He was going to have to win your favor just like everyone else. To him, it wasn’t normal, but looking at you, he didn’t seem to mind the extra work.

“Sure,” Saiki said. He still had trouble talking aloud, hell, sometimes he will actually use telekinesis and wait for your response only to have pure silence. “My parents are leaving for a wedding, so the house should be free for a while.”

When the two of you got to Saiki’s house, it was a bit peaceful until his parents had to head out. You liked his mom and dad a lot, they were like your second family, so you wanted to wish them a good time. It was for one Saiki’s dad’s coworkers.

“Are you sure you don’t wanna come with us?” Saiki’s dad asked his son. “You’ve met Kirishima before, and you can bring [Name] as your plus one date.”

You knew Saiki wasn’t going to be interested in a wedding. He always told you normal happy events for others is misery for him since he can hear the jealousy and pity that the crowd is thinking. You felt sorry that he couldn’t turn it off, but you were glad that you were the only person he could catch a break with. However, when you looking over at Saiki, he seemed to entertain the thought.

It was a new side to Saiki, one that made you confused. It was always either you or no one. You could tell the way he wanted to get away from many of the people in his class that seemed to have declared themselves his friends from a small interaction. Sure, you felt their interest, but it was just a bit sad to you that Saiki could never actually enjoy friends unless they were pure. Otherwise, he could hear all the backstabbing thoughts or otherwise stupid comments that go around in their brain that was thought to be private to them.

“I’m going to have to pass,” you commented. “I don’t have a suit, besides, you two should enjoy the night. It’s been a while since I’ve seen you both go out alone.”

Saiki’s mom smiled widely at you. Her eyes clouding over with a wet film before wrapping her arms around you for a tight hug. “Ah, thank you, [Name]! What would we do without you?”

You chuckled softy at the comment before saying, “Who knows, I rather not think about that.”

When she finally let you go, you and Saiki waved the both of them off as they left. Honestly, you weren’t sure if they’d even make it back at a reasonable time. It was a wedding, after all. Oh well, as long as they make it back drunk and safe rather than drunk and not safe, you didn’t mind. You were sleeping over anyway, so right now, you just wanted to hang out with your childhood best friend.

“What do you wanna do?” You asked with a calming tone.

Saiki turned his head to you. “TV?”

“Sure,” you smiled. However, as soon as you turned to the living room, you noticed the absolute mess his parents left behind. So, out of the goodness of your heart, you said, “How about you find something and all clean up this in the meantime. Sound good?”

Saiki nodded once more. He truly thought your actions were kind, but he rather have you watching TV with him than picking up his dad’s dirty clothes. He knew his father tended to be sloppy, but this was just a mess.

As you were about to pick up a pair of jeans, all the clothes that were strewn about the floor suddenly started to float in the air and shoot into the open washing machine. The trash floated itself into the garage while everything else was moved around to make it look clean until otherwise.

You pressed your lips together as your brows furrowed in annoyance. Once you turned to Saiki and saw his innocence face, you knew you couldn’t be angry but you had to ask, “Do you really want me to watch TV with you that bad?”

“Yes,” Saiki stated.

You sighed, your lips parting as you left the oxygen leave your lungs. “Fine, but let’s both clean up a bit before than. It’ll be a nice surprise and a way to thank your parents for letting me stay the night.”

Saiki nodded. “Okay.”

It took a bit of convincing on your end to let him let you help out. You may not have powers, but you didn’t want to take advantage of his. You knew it was effortless and he made it seem like it didn’t affect him whatsoever, but you knew every time he does something it takes a toll. His powers aren’t perfect.

You both ended up cleaning the living room, Saiki’s room, and now you were in the kitchen sorting the trash. Saiki was using his powers to sort while you whipped down the countertops.

“Good grief,” Saiki said aloud, his voice drawing your eyes to him. He was crouched down with two bags in front of him and the garage floating upside down, it’s contents was either going in the first or second bag.

“What?” You asked curiosity. It wasn’t all the time that he speaks from his mouth without you talking first.

“How could anyone have let it get this dirty in here?” He asked aloud. “I mean, really it’s a wonder we don’t have bugs.”

You were going to respond. That was until he suddenly shut his mouth, a chest deep grunt leaving him as you notice him stare at something on the furniture next to him.

It was a cockroach.

Mind you, the moment you realized what it was you weren’t the least bit surprised when he suddenly teleported. Saiki hates bugs. He could read the minds of humans, as well as animals, but he couldn’t with bugs. He thought they were small minded icky things. Hell, he couldn’t even let his powers touch the thing.

You counted down the seconds before he came back. It was around ten, maybe fifteen. He also teleported right behind you.

“Welcome back,” you greeted and watched as his eyes dart towards the floor.

“Sorry, I may have overreacted.” He muttered. “I just hate them.”

“I know,” you hummed out before looking around and grabbing a cup and piece of paper. Saiki watched you as you let the roach crawl on the piece of paper before placing the cup over it so it didn’t run away. You were quick to put it outside and close the window after so Saiki didn’t worry about it coming back in.

“All gone,” you cheered with a smile. “Now, let’s watch TV, ya?”

2. Saiki’s Pushy Friends

PK Academy was a school were many different personalities and people collided. It was always fun to meet new people in this school, yet on the other side of the coin, sometimes they were more than a little odd. Not like you can speak, your best friend was a psychic. Though, he wasn’t delusional like this one guy in your class that declared himself Saiki’s friend. His name was Kaido. He thinks he has powers and has an evil organization following him around.

Then, you have Nendou. Basically, he’s stupid. Not that you minded, but sometimes being stupid isn’t the best thing in the world, especially now.

It was the sports festival at PK and Saiki and you had to participate in it. You both were on the same team since all the teams were decided by class. This also gave you a good idea of the friends Saiki has made. It was safe to say that Kaido was growing on you. You felt a little bad for the guy, what can you say.

Let’s not forget about Hairo as well. You knew him a bit more from hearsay than the others, plus he was class rep. Though, you had to say, he was a little too overly enthusiastic.

It was kind of a surprise to see Teruhashi, the most popular girl in school, try and interact with Saiki. Though, it was a bit amusing since to him, she’s nothing more than walking muscle. However, you did think he would swoon over her like all the other guys in your school if she was like you. However, you knew Saiki had no interest in romance so you don’t care either way.

Finally, Nendou. You were originally going to say that you didn’t mind the guy that much and thought maybe he would be a good thing for Saiki. However, after just watching him take out one of the antennas from Saiki’s head, you started to wonder how much of a danger his stupidity is to Saiki.

You watched that pink haired friend of yours collapse to the ground with a hard thud as soon as Nendou pull the thing out of his head. You were quick to rush over to him and sit by his side. When you flipped him over, since he fell face forward, worry grew about your body and infected your bloodstream.

You heard protests about turning him over, but at this point all the worried voices drowned before they were even audible to you. His lips were parted as drool leaked from his mouth and went down his chin, his eyes dead and without life as darkness surrounded them. It didn’t take you long to recover and swipe the antenna Nendou was holding and pop it back in its rightful place in his pink locks.

You didn’t know how long it would take for him to wake up, or if he’d wake up at all. All you knew was to sit and wait for him to wake up. To your surprise, he woke up rather quickly. Maybe a mere minute or so after you fixed him up. When his eyes opened, you felt yourself suddenly get surrounded as Saiki’s friends crowed over him to ask how he was.

You noticed him using telepathy to talk to everyone when Hairo said, “You passed out after Nendou took that think out of your head, lucky for you, [Name] put it back right away!”

“Yeah, he saved your life!” Kaido spit out next, their hands placing on my shoulder out of respect and gratitude.

Saiki’s eye then direct to you, his voice never leaving his lips for a moment before you noticed him flinch.

‘Ah,’ you thought. ‘He tried to use telepathy with me again.’

When he noticed, Saiki just nodded in your direction. You knew he was thanking you, he didn’t need to word it out to you. The look in his eyes was enough.

Lunch came immediately after Saiki ended up waking up, and it was understatement to say he didn’t want to be bother with anyone else besides you. He was quick to drag you to the roof of the school to eat.

The both of you sat against the railing, lunch in your laps. You wanted I just forget about the scare that Saiki gave you, but the after effects he was having wasn’t making that easy. He was having trouble, and it was easy to see when his hands were shaking so much that he couldn’t even pick up his food without it falling back in the box.

You side eyed him, his expression one of concentration as he tried to pick up his food again. Though, he dropped it again.

He sighed quickly after that, only looking down at his food as you saw his mind wonder off.

Once you finished chewing whatever food you had in your mouth, you placed your food to the side and moved so that you weren’t side to side, but rather across from Saiki’s body now. He didn’t register your movements until he saw a hand come into his view and pick up an item of food with his chopsticks.

When he turned to you, you had the chopsticks in your dominant hand and your other under the food so it didn’t drop to the filthy ground.

“C’mon, lemme help,” you said. It was easy for Saiki to pick up the worry in your tone, however he knew not to address it or else you’ll just either deny it or baby him. “Open up.”

He obeyed your command after a moment, opening his mouth wide enough for you to place his food in his mouth. The hand that was meant to catch the food if it fell made sure Saiki closed his mouth, his fingers placed a bit of pressure under his chin to shut his jaws before slowly trailing away. The food wasn’t nearly as satisfying as the chill that ran down his spine at your lingering touch that crawled on his skin.

“I could hurt you.” He suddenly spit out. It was pained. “Having my antenna taken out messed up my powers.”

You leaned your head to the side, your eyes never falling from his. “Yeah, I kinda figured.”

“You should go.” He stated.

“Why?”

“I just told you.”

You smiled. “Saiki, you could never hurt me.”

He looked at you like you had something stuck in your teeth. “You don’t know that, I may not be able to read your mind, but I don’t know how my other powers react to you.”

You remained quiet for a moment before shuffling your body side by side again, your head falling to rest of Saiki’s shoulder. You felt him flinch at the contact, his muscles even began to tighten just out of fear.

“Yanno,” you started out saying, your hand coming up to play the antenna that you could reach. “It’s odd to me how these things are the only thing keeping you stable.”

“Is it?”

You chuckled and nodded. “Small things like these verses your powers. The thing that gets me is that these things actually win in that fight. Though, I suppose it does complete the look you have.”

“And what look is that?” Saiki asked as he gazed down at you to see your eyes already on him. He could feel his fingers twitch as he watched you say shamelessly, “The cute, mysterious loner type.”

Saiki’s lips parted as he gazed at you. He quickly recomposed himself when he noticed you waiting patiently for him to respond. He sighed before asking, “Mysterious loner? Where’d you get that?”

You laughed before sarcastically questioning, “yep, I wonder where.”

3. Your friends are my friends

You don’t know how you got wrapped into this, but perhaps it’ll allow you to know Saiki’s friends better.

Currently, you were walking with Kaido, Nendou, and Saiki to a good ramen shop Nendou suggested. You were dragged along when Nendou remembered you from the Sports Festival and as Saiki’s friend. They never really got the chance to speak to you since you’re usually out the door as soon as the bell rings, but today they finally caught you.

At some point Teruhashi joined the group, though you feel like she kinda took over since now the boys, except for Saiki and you, were fawning over her. Saiki and you took it upon yourselves to give them all room to talk to her, so you both sorts trailed behind.

It was silent for a while, the only noise was Nendou or Kaido talking to Teruhashi. However, you caught the, “what does that even mean,” that Saiki mumbled under his breath.

“Hm?” You hummed. “What does what mean?”

It was obvious to you he didn’t realize he said that aloud. But he just seemed to be glad that only you heard that.

“Teruhashi wants me to go ‘oh wow’ or something to her.” Saiki revealed. “I don’t even know what that means.”

You kept your gaze on Saiki for a moment. “So, she likes you?”

“I guess,” he muttered. “I think it’s more that I’m the only guy that isn’t kissing her feet.”

You watched Teruhashi interact with Nendou and Kaido. You know that, normally, she wouldn’t take time to hang out with these guys. However, because of her crush on Saiki, she bares with them. In all honesty, she seems a bit perfect. Being able to deal with them just for the person she adores. It’s easy for anyone to do, and not a lot of people would even bother.

“She seems like a good fit for you.” You suddenly uttered out.

When Saiki heard that, he felt his hands twitch. He didn’t like that, not one bit. What irked him the most was that it seemed natural, like you actually meant it. And, of course, he had no way of knowing if those words were genuine or actually forced.

“No way,” Saiki stated coldly. “Never in a million years.”

“Damn, that’s cold, Saiki.” He heard you say, a teasing tone wedged in your voice.

“Why do you keep calling me Saiki, anyway? We aren’t acquaintances.”

“Hm?” You questioned. “I thought you don’t like me calling you by your first name in public?”

Saiki sighed. “Well now I’m telling you I don’t care.”

Saiki knew this way of showing that you were closer to him than anyone would ever be may have been childish on his part, but when he heard his first name come from your lips in front of his other ‘friends’, he felt more than satisfied.

4. Friendship Can Bring Romance

Being able to rest during class was one of your guilty pleasures. Even if you got called out by your teacher, you didn’t mind. It was better when it was raining outside, the patter of rain when it hit the window made you want to nap.

“Hey,” a voice called out to you. You didn’t listen though, it wasn’t important.

“Hey, [Name],” it called out again. Okay, maybe you should wake up. Then again, sleep. You could always sleep later though.

You fluttered your eyes open as you felt your body being pushed around. When your sight became focused, the blurry figure in front of you showed a blue hair kid. You knew him, but from where?

“Saiki asked me to wake you up, sorry,” he confessed.

Oh, right. That’s Kaido, Saiki’s friend.

“Hm? Where is Kusuo?” You asked in a groggy voice, your hand coming up to wipe your eyes.

“Oh, he went home.” Kaido informed you. “Something just came up, I guess.”

“Alright,” you hummed before the end of your lips pulled upward. “Thank you, Kaido.”

It wasn’t easy for Kaido to wake up the quiet kid. Kaido only met the guy once or twice, and when he was hanging with him, you only stayed close to Saiki. It was kinda odd, but Kaido understood your attachment to the pink haired man. Saiki was Kaido’s first friend, after all, so he knew how awesome the guy was.

Though, he’s never got the chance to speak to you. He knows Saiki never really goes anywhere with you, and somehow you always end up by his side. He just always seemed to miss you when it came to getting the chance to introduce himself so Kaido was pretty glad when you came along the trip to that ramen place, even if it was a dumb and he got distracted by Teruhashi.

Kaido knew you were the closest person to Saiki. He’s pretty sure that not even Nendou is as close to Saiki as you are. And those two are best friends. Kaido didn’t know the extend of how long you two have been friends, but he does know from watching that Saiki has respect for you. So, it was critical that he makes a great impression with you so that he can become closer to Saiki and maybe you as well.

“S-Sure, no problem!” He stuttered, his bandaged hand retracting from your shoulder and holding them up in the air in a surrendered notion.

“Do you live around here at all? I’ll walk you home as a thank you.” You said as you stood from your seat and began to search for your bag.

“What? You don’t have to do that, really, it isn’t necessary!” Kaido spit out quickly, his words jumping all over the place.

“It’s really no trouble at all,” you stated as you put your bag over your shoulder. “C’mon, let’s get going before the rain gets worse.”

The rain eventually stopped when both teens got closer to your house. Kaido’s was further ahead, so he thought it would be better if he just walked you home instead so you didn’t have to walk more than you have to already.

“So, you’ve been friends with Saiki since he was little, huh?” Kaido asked as you explained why Saiki trusts you so much. “That’s pretty awesome! What was he like back then?”

“Pretty much the same.” You answered. “Though he did get more handsome throughout the years, and he used to be kinda sweet. Now, not so much.”

“I see, so you guys have been through it all together.” Kaido replied.

“Basically, though, he did start to worry me a bit since I was his only friend for a really long time,” you confessed. You paused as you looked up at Kaido and gave him a smile, “But I’m glad he finally made a friend like you.”

Kaido could feel his heart beat a million miles an hour just at the words you strung together. He never heard kinder words than those, and he was even more thrilled that he succeeded in making a good impression on Saiki’s childhood friend!

“It’s, uh, n-no problem, really!” Kaido muttered out as his whole face began to fluster, his hands going everywhere.

“Oh,” you hummed out.

“Hm?” Kaido questioned. His nerves going down. “What is it?”

“Did you know you were dragging your scarf the whole time?” You asked curiosity as your hands started to real in the extra fabric.

“What?” He asked out of pure shock. Though, realizing that he doesn’t make a fool out of himself he said, “O-Of course I did! It’s a fashion choice.”

“Not the best one,” you stated as you stepped closer to the blue haired male.

Kaido’s eyes widened as he stated directly into your colored orbs, watching them dance solely for him. It was like getting attention from a loved one, but this attention make him nervous to the point where he thought his face was going to explode with red. Kaido’s lips slowly started to disappear as the scarf started to build up around his shoulders and neck.

“There you go,” you said, “much better. Now your scarf doesn’t get more dirty and you look even better.”

‘Even better? What’s that supposed to mean? Does it.. does it mean he thought I looked good before?!’ Kaido thought.

Kaido let out an awkward laugh as he played with the end of the scarf. “O-Oh, haha, thank you.”

“Sure,” you hummed. “Now let’s get going.”

5. Blessing Turned On Jealousy

What’s that saying, the enemy of my enemy is my friend? Yeah, that’s it. See, that could apply to this yet at the same time it would go a little different.

More like, the enemy of my best friend is my friend. At least for your situation. You see, walking home with Saiki has now turned into walking home with Saiki, Nendou, and Kaido. Not that you mind, but sometimes you really do wish it was back to when Saiki and you got to spend time alone together. However, being friends with Saiki and then having his friends automatically become your friends may have some perks.

Like now. Bumping into Kaido’s mom was totally accidental. But, in the end it payed off. Why?

Because coffee jelly.

“I know it’s not easy being friends with my son because he’s so shy, but please be patient.” Kaido’s mom announced as she placed the coffee jelly down in front of Saiki and you.

“Please don’t say that mama—I mean—mother.” Kaido pleased, his voice cracking as it got higher with embarrassment.

Overall, the beginning was a very nice. Hell, it was damn near perfect. Although, you just had to snoop around. Well, it was more like exploring Kaido’s room.

Your fingertips brushed along the spines of the many books Kaido had stacked up in his bookcase. It was seriously amazing how many books he had, he even had some original copies of some famous old books.

“This is pretty awesome,” you muttered to yourself before your eyes spotted something that didn’t quite match with the others. In all honesty, you were simply curious. However, curiosity did kill the cat. In your case, more like awakened the Saiki K.

“Hey, Kaido, what is the Jet Black Wings?” You asked aloud as the group sat down eating whatever snacks were about. You would always hear either chewing or at least some conversation, but after that question left your mouth it was dead silent. You felt like you killed something, but when you looked over you noticed Kaido’s face beat red. Seriously, his entire face was as red as a blood moon.

“P-Put that back!” He stuttered out, the blue haired boy suddenly running up to you to snatch the book from your hand.

As he reached for it, you held it higher. Even if he was about the same height or maybe a inch or so taller, you just needed to make him miss his hand from grabbing it.

“Don’t be embarrassed, I’m just curious.” You calmly said. “Is it bad or something?”

“N-No! It’s nothing, uh, bad! Just give me it back!” Kaido begged this time around, his hands trying desperately to grab it from you. Okay, maybe you were being a little mean at this point, but it was kinda fun to tease him.

You began to back up as Kaido trying to nab the book in your hand. “Just explain it!”

“No! Never!” He shouted.

You couldn’t help but laugh a little, though, that was your fatal mistake. Having yourself distracted by your own humor, your mind didn’t take into account the pile of prep books scattered about until it was too late. You quickly lost your voice, as well as your balance before slamming your head hard against the wood floors.

“Woah! You guys okay?” Nendou asked out of genuine concern.

As much as you would have liked to answer him, you were too concerned with the pain pounding into your skull like a jackhammer. Seriously, this is gonna give you one massive headache.

You scrunched your nose as your finally gave effort to open your eyes, though, they permanently remained open when you noticed a face staring down at you, a body on top of yours. You guessed that during the fall Kaido tried to save you, but only got dragged along instead.

“H-Hey, um, are you okay?” He asked under his shaky breath.

You only nodded before trying to avoid his gaze in any possible way. The position you were in didn’t help whatsoever in that department. Instead, you hoped that Kaido would take the hint and get off. That plan wasn’t looking too good cause all that was running through his mind was how you looked under him. Let’s say, the thoughts he had left a distaste in Saiki’s mouth.

Originally, he was just gonna let you handle it, but after hearing Kaido’s perverted thoughts about you, that plan blew up.

Saiki stood up, leaving his coffee jelly half eaten before grabbing Kaido by the back of his shirt and yanking him off of you. Saiki gave some strength into that but not enough to launch him into the bookshelf like he wanted too. He knelt down to come to your level and help you up, your massive headache being noticeable when you held onto the back of your head.

“Damnit, that really hurt,” you muttered to yourself but Saiki heard it clear as day.

It wasn’t long after that he took you home as well as the left over coffee jelly. Saiki advised you to stay home a day just to let the pain die down a bit before going back to school, so, the pink haired boy was all alone today. And all alone to everyone else meant to bother him more than usual.

Teruhashi, Nendou, Hairo. All of them. Though, it was a bit weird that Kaido wasn’t bothering with him today. Not that he was complaining, but he couldn’t pinpoint the answer until he heard Kaido’s thoughts, ‘I need to ask Saiki for permission. They’re best friends, it would be rude if I didn’t ask permission to ask out [Name].’

Never mind. He didn’t need to know that.

It was around lunch time that Kaido walked up to Saiki for the first one, the blush that littered his cheeks made Saiki want to gag for a moment.

“So, uh, Saiki, I have to ask you something.” Kaido uttered out lowly. Clearly, this was nerve wracking for him.

“What is it?” Saiki asked telepathically.

“Well, it’s about [Name], yanno, our [Name]?”

‘What other person has that name?’ Saiki thought. ‘And don’t say our, it’s creepy.’

“You see, I, well, I think I like him and I’d like your blessing to ask him out!” Kaido shouted, his body bowing at an almost 90 degree angle.

Normally, Saiki would just say to do whatever since he could read [Name]’s thoughts and see that he doesn’t like Kaido in that way. However, the one person in the world that Saiki actually wants is immune to his powers. He knew he needed to shut this down fast.

‘No way.’ Saiki responded.

“Thank you so much, Saiki, you won’t—wait—why not?” Kaido asked aloud, his voice getting higher the more he freaked out. He thought this would be easy, he means, it was Saiki. The most chill guy ever actually gave him a hard ‘no’ to asking out his best friend. Kaido shouldn’t be surprised, even though he is.

‘Because I said so,’ Saiki strictly put. He knew it was wrong to say this, who was he to say no to something that isn’t his business. Though, the feeling of relief that he still had a chance was more satisfying in the end.

By the time Saiki got to your house it was basically as soon as school ended. He used teleportation to get here as fast as he could, as well as just appear in your room. He wasn’t expecting you to still be asleep, though, he supposed this wasn’t too bad.

The pink haired male carefully walking up to the bedside of his best friend. It was odd to see your hair going in one direction instead of all over the place like normal, and don’t even get him started on the soft snores that came from your nose. Snoring isn’t usually the most attractive thing in the world, but this light snores from you made him think of the habit as cute.

Now, he would normally wake you up. But, just allowing himself to look at you for a moment longer without any consequences never hurt anybody. Saiki sat himself down on your floor, his eyes keeping to your closed ones as they slowly began to travel down to your lips. He doesn’t know what came over him, but it seriously began to freak him out when he started think about Kaido touching his lips with yours. After the freak out, jealousy was spiraling around in the psychic. He never knew that Kaido, of all people, would actually develop romantic feelings for you. If he did, he would have never allowed the both of you to interact the way you did at his house the other day.

Saiki let out a sigh before standing up once more, his hand came up to your shoulder slowly and began to shake it. It wasn’t long after that your eyes fluttered open and gave him that soft smile that caused his heart to skip a beat.

6. School Trip

The school trip was always the most looked forward to activity in high school. This year it was a three day trip to Okinawa. While you were excited to spend some time at a gorgeous place like Okinawa, Saiki was definitely less excited.

As kids talked with their friends in a group or just at their desks, you were currently sitting on top of Saiki’s desk with the pink haired boy sitting in the chair. This wasn’t something you always do, especially since at times Saiki has pushed you off out of retaliation, but after a moment or two of still being there, you knew he didn’t mind today.

“You excited?” You asked him.

“No. I don’t get the appeal.” He spit out, his eyes closing as he moved his head down. “I could get to Okinawa in three minutes.”

“Kusuo, not everyone is like you.” You explained. “So don’t go getting moody on this trip, I’m not letting you ruin it for me.”

“I won’t, I’m just saying a fact.” He replied.

You were about to continue with things you’re excited to do during the trip before Hairo came around to the both of you with a clip board in hand. He was responsible for dividing rooms.

“Saiki, [Name], did you guys decide on your group for the class trip?” He asked politely. “You should have three boys and three girls in your group.”

Saiki didn’t say anything, instead he just rested his head against your forearm. Perhaps he wanted Hairo to think he fell asleep and leave it to you, or maybe he was actually saying that he didn’t care as long as he was with you. Either way, you smiled at the contact and said to Hairo, “Kusuo and I will be rooming, it doesn’t matter who else is in our group.”

“Okay, great!” Hairo exclaimed as he wrote it down. “Kaido and Nendou are still available so I’ll just place Kaido with your group, and then randomly place you guys with a girls group.”

“Thanks, Hairo,” you hummed out as he walked away to probably inform Kaido about the rooming.

You never minded contact with Saiki, in fact, you sort of enjoyed it. However, seeing him still like this, even with Hario now gone, you worried.

“Hey, Kusuo,” you called out.

No answer.

“Kusuo?” You asked this time. And when he didn’t answer again you unconsciously moved your hand up to his head and moved it back to where you could look him in the eyes. Saiki’s face was still without expression, though, those eyes worried you. He seemed, almost, upset.

“Kusuo?” You asked. “What’s wrong?”

He shook his head, signaling that nothing was wrong. You knew he was lying.

You tilted your head, some of your hair moving with gravity to expose part of your forehead. “Why are you lying to me?”

“I’m not.” He said, his voice was steady and yet, that look in his eyes still bothered you.

You knew he wasn’t going to budge but still, just because you’re going to let it go now doesn’t mean that you weren’t about to keep an eye on him.

Throughout the beginning and the first day of the trip, you kept an eye on Saiki. He seemed way more tired than usual, but that didn’t startle you. Instead, it was how he was by your side more often now when Kaido was around. You weren’t an idiot, it was pretty obvious. You didn’t mind Saiki’s attention, but you didn’t want him to think just because you were friends with Kaido that he’d be put second.

“Kusuo, can we talk?” You asked him as the two of you had the room to yourselves. The others were out and about, but the two of you decided on an early night.

“About what?” He asked as he set up his sleeping area.

“Today.” You started out. “You’ve been acting weird around Kaido. Did something happen?”

You watched Saiki carefully, so carefully that you noticed his fingers lightly curl around the blanket. You didn’t want to push him, so instead of pushing him to speak, you allowed yourself to be silent and let him take his time. You don’t remember how many minutes pasted, but you swear it felt like decades.

“Nothing happened.” He informed you. “His thoughts just aren’t for my taste at the moment.”

“His thoughts?” You questioned as you slowly approached Saiki on his blanket until you were right in front of him. “Okay, then, what’s got you all bothered? Let me guess, he’s thinking dirty things, right?”

“Sort of.” He replied.

“I bet it’s about Teruhashi,” you theorized. “Is that why you don’t like it?”

“No, it’s not about Teruhashi.”

“Really? Then who?”

Saiki went quiet once more.

You sighed. Your head moving down to get a glimpse at his face. It wasn’t until you moved your hand over by his, your finger tips brushing with his accidentally to get more stability as you leaned in did you hear him finally confess.

“It was about you.”

To say that you needed a minute to take that in was an understatement. Kaido was a good guy and all, but it was kinda startling to realize he liked guys, as well as girls, since you didn’t suspect that even for a minute with him.

“Seriously?” You asked once more.

Saiki nodded. “He asked me if he could ask you out.”

“And what did you say?”

“No.”

You couldn’t help a smile crawl upon your face with that one. You knew it was a bit hard to read Saiki, especially when it came to you, but you were just beyond happy to hear that.

“Good,” you suddenly shot out. Saiki’s head moving back up in an instant to see your happy features. “I don’t like Kaido like that anyway, saves me from breaking his heart.”

“You don’t?”

“Nope.” You hummed out. You knew this may backfire on you in more ways than one, but right now, you didn’t care. The happiness you felt told you to take a chance and throw out the bait. “I know you can’t read my mind, but I actually do have someone I like.”

Saiki aimlessly stared at you for a moment and took in the words you confessed to him. It was an odd feeling, the rapid beating of his heart, but perhaps this was finally the start of things going his way for once.

On the second day of the trip, everyone went to Emerald Beach. It was one of the many places were people could stare at others and no one would think anything of it. A perverts dream. Though, for Saiki, he just wanted to hang out with you.

“Where’s [Name]?” Kaido asked Nendou as Saiki stood behind the two.

“He said he had to go buy a swimsuit. The one he brought apparently went missing.” Nendou told the blue haired boy.

Now, that want a mistake. Sure, it may have been a dirty trick but Saiki rather die than see you in the swimsuit you brought. After all, you bought a shirt with it. He knew you didn’t take off your shirt often, even at the beach, but he was determined to see you with just a pair of shorts.

Much like how all the guys that crowded around the girls changing house waited patiently to see Teruhashi in a two piece swim suit.

It was a while after Teruhashi came out, and when everyone was in the water that you made your appearance. You had your hands wedged into your swim shirt pockets as you allowed your feet to take in the hot sand that felt magical between your toes. You gazed around for a moment before noticing pink hair sitting under an umbrella.

A devilish smirk crawled on your features as you began to slowly approach the male. This may give Saiki a heart attack, but it was worth it. As you stood over him from behind, you attacked. Your body shot down as your arms wrapped aruund his neck and pushed your chest into his bare back.

“Hey, what’s a cute guy like you doing all alone at a place like this?” You teased, allowing your voice to go on for some time so that he realized it was just you.

Saiki immediately flinched at the contact before noticing it was just you. However, when he noticed the touch of your skin against his, he could feel his entire body heat up. The sensation was new, he’s felt his face go hot before, but his entire body was a new one.

“What took you so long?” Saiki tried to play off.

You just sighed and got a tighter grip on the male, your chest pushing more into his back. “Someone stole my swimsuit. Sadly, I didn’t have enough money to replace the whole thing, so I had to go by some swim shorts.”

“Hm, as least you’re here.” Saiki stated, making sure not to comment on the ‘stolen swimsuit’.

“Yeah,” you uttered as you released Saiki from your grasp and sat down next to him. You gazed out at the beautiful ocean that was filled with laughing people with this loving look in your eyes, all the while not realizing Saiki’s held that same gaze as he stared at you.

When you did turn to him, he completely lost himself in his mind as his eyes wondered about your figure. You weren’t the most fit guy in the world, but you did have these subtle yet enchanting muscle lines along your upper body that made Saiki lose himself.

“I saw that.” You suddenly said. Saiki’s eyes now darting back to yours. “You just checked me out.”

Saiki saw no way out of this one. So, he just confessed it. “So what if I was?”

In all honesty, he just expected you to laugh and tell him that it’s only fair if he does the same. However, the twist was unexpected and, well, definitely appreciated. He watched as you gazed down, this bashful look in your eyes as you did everything to avoid his gaze. Your body language wasn’t helping either. Your fingers were tapping against the towel and the heel of your foot was moving back and forth.

Maybe this trip wasn’t totally for nothing.

7. All That Was A Secret

Spring break. It was one of those weeks that Saiki went to go visit his grandparents all the way in the middle fo nowhere. So, for the most of this break, you were home alone.

It was kind of boring. This break was definitely not one that you looked forward to, more now then before, especially after the beach during the class trip. Those words always ended up repeating in your mind, way too much then you thought they would. Then again, you shouldn’t be surprised. All those days that you’d try to subtly touch him, tease him, it was just a way to relieve yourself of the pent up emotions you’ve had for him for a few years now.

Currently, you were in your room upon your bed, hugging one of your pillows close to your chest. You never tried to dwell on if Saiki felt the same or not, but recently, it’s been clawing at you more and more. It wasn’t like you didn’t think you had a chance, but more if Saiki was more comfortable just staying friends. You would understand, even if it would hurt, you’d do it for him. You’d do anything for that guy.

You sighed before slowly lifting your body off the bed. Today wasn’t a good day for being sad, it was summer break, after all. You knew you had to get your mind off Saiki, and him being away made it a bit easier. So, you grabbed some clothes from your closet and laid them on the bed. You weren’t sure what you were going to do, but you were determined to fine something to take your mind off him.

You let your pants drop to the ground before taking the ones on your bed and letting your legs slip through each of the pant legs. Next, you stripped your shirt off and took in a deep breath. You paused for a moment before dropping the dirty shirt on the ground and grabbing the new one. In all honestly, you never really pay attention to your surroundings when changing. But, does anyone? It wasn’t until your head went through the hole on the top of the shirt did you realize that the bed in front of you was now missing and the wall you were staring at was not the wall of your bed room. When you turned your head, you locked eyes with Saiki in an unfamiliar room.

“Huh?” You uttered under your breath before your eyes widened, your face felling hotter than usual before frantically pulling your shirt all the way down. Once down, you opened your mouth and said, “You can’t do that without me knowing! What if I was in the middle of a shower or something and not just changing?”

“I would have given you some of my clothes.” He replied nonchalantly.

You bit the inside of your cheek before crossing your arms over your chest. “Why did you teleport me anyway?”

“I can’t stand it here.” Saiki confessed. Of course, you knew he didn’t exactly enjoying visiting his grandparents but he has never done this before. “Just hang out with me. I’ll send you back after.”

You sighed. You can’t exactly say no after that, so, with that Saiki and you began to watch a movie. It wasn’t one you two watched before so it was easy to get lost in it. Though, it was also easy to focus on Saiki when he suddenly placed his hand on top of yours as you guys watched. You weren’t too sure if he thought you wouldn’t notice, but there was no way you were going to pull away. After all, it’s not like he placed his fingers between yours, if he did that, you don’t know if you could handle it.

After a half an hour into the movie you finally got the plot of it, and you weren’t amused at all. It was a best friends to lovers troupe. More specifically, childhood friends that drifted apart only to be brought back together by work and now slowly are developing feelings for one another. Let’s just say now, you were a little more than nervous.

Thank god Saiki couldn’t read your mind, because now, you feel like you’d give him a headache. You couldn’t help but ask yourself if he knows and is only doing this to taunt you, or maybe this was all just a big coincident. Yeah, one massive coincident. In reality though, Saiki was just teasing you. He had no idea of your feelings but he wanted to watch the movie with you to implant the idea in his mind of the possibility.

Well, his plan was working. Maybe a little too much. Though, as you were about to spit something out, your eyes suddenly shot down to the floor in embarrassment. Yep, a make out scene. Of course, Saiki had no idea about that, but it was better than just the sappy stuff cause now it was really ingrained in your head.

Once it was over and you had somewhat of your cool back you couldn’t help it. You needed to ask. If it blew up in flames, then so be it.

“Hey, Saiki,” you uttered out lowly. Saiki caught it immediately and turned his gaze on you. “I have a.. question.”

“What?” He asked.

“Well,” your voice trailed off as you moved your eyes down to where both of your hands connected. “We’ve been best friends for a long time now but, have you ever, um, thought about doing...that?

Saiki remained quiet for a moment, his thoughts going everywhere before thinking to himself, ‘All the time, actually.’

As much as he wish he could have said that telepathically, he could never try to say that vocally. So, he just opted for a nod and watched your body flinch. The hand he touched growing warm.

“You’re hot.” Saiki suddenly spit out. This time, you brought your hand back to your body so he couldn’t tell anymore.

“S-So what?” You stuttered out.

To say that Saiki didn’t like this side of you was an understatement. He’s never never seen you so flustered before, and it was really adorable to look at.

“It’s cute.” Saiki commented, his body leaning in just to see your face closer.

You turned your head to the side, eyes darting to the tv just to look away for a moment to compose yourself. You knew that there wasn’t gonna be another perfect moment like this so, you slowly reached over to place your hand on the back of Saiki’s neck. It was warm. When he noticed what you wanted as you started to lean back and gently pull him with you, he complied quickly until he gazed at you from above. Suddenly, he was jealous at the fact that Kaido got to see this view before him.

He stared at you for a moment before watching you bite down on your bottom lip, his mind doing backflips at the want to read your mind, but also at how good you looked under him.

“Kiss me.” You whispered under your breath, just loud enough for him to hear.

“If I do,” Saiki uttered lowly. “I might not be able to stop.”

“That’s okay.”

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echo-of-sounds · 3 years

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homecare

Small drabbles of Aizawa, Toshinori, and Hizashi taking care of you when you’re not feeling well. In Aizawa’s, you have a migraine. In Toshi’s, you have a stomach bug. In Hizashi’s, you have shingles (I got an ask about it, so I decided to change Hizashi’s to give the requester a little something to feel better)

Warnings: vomiting (there’s no real detail)

Aizawa Shouta

Blurs blotched the hallway. It turned to a flash of light, needles into your right temple. The sharp, sudden pain shot behind your eyes, tilting your vision off-kilter. You grabbed the wall for support as more brightness blinded. You quietly called out, “Sho? You there?”

“Right here.” A hand found your side, holding you tight. Shouta’s voice was soft yet still a little chiding, “I told you to lay down.”

“I needed to use-” A stab punctured your right temple. You lurched forward, feeling your stomach reel with it. His arm remained around you while you panted, “I just needed to go to the bathroom.”

“Well, you’re done with that. Come on, you shouldn’t be standing. I don’t want you to fall.” You didn’t put up a fight, giving him silent permission to bring you back to bed.

But the floor seemed to sink, spinning, smeared in black spots, spiraling in from your peripheral. Shouta asked something through wool, yet sharp enough to slit your temple. Then the floor rushed at you. His arm caught your front. Tingling overtook your legs. Cold shuddered your body, making you cling to his arm. It was warm and solid and felt like the only thing that wasn’t hurting you.

He helped you up and quickly half-guided, half-carried you to bed. “Did you grab my…” you trailed off once your head met the pillow. Taking the strain of bearing the weight of your head off your neck muscles immediately eased some of the shooting. Your eyes closed, refusing to take in any more light.

“Yeah.” A tiny pill was placed on your palm, hopefully the cure to this stupid migraine. A water bottle came next. “Careful. It’s open.” His fingers didn’t leave yours, guiding the bottle to your lips, letting you take multiple gulps.

You sighed your thanks and tucked the blankets under your chin.

A cold cloth rested over your eyes. “Is that good?”

You hummed.

“Do you need anything else?”

“Can you shut the blinds?”

He blocked out the rest of the day’s light. “Anything else?”

“Can you stay with me? I’m cold.”

Shouta didn’t respond. He just crawled under the covers, laying behind you, close but not cuddling. It was enough for his warmth to touch you. His hand nestled on your hip, keeping contact as you fell asleep.

Yagi Toshinori

Your eyes shot open, you jumped off the couch, and barely reached the toilet in time for your stomach to release. The strain constricted your ribs, tensing your neck and temples. Water dripped from your eyes as you flushed the toilet and slumped against the wall. Weak muscles wouldn’t let you stand, so you sat there, sweating and shivering, until you drifted asleep.

Toshinori’s voice said your name. You shrugged the hand off. He whispered, “Sweetheart, you’re on the bathroom floor. Let’s get you to bed.”

“My stomach…”

“That’s okay. I’ll get you set up.” Hands took yours and helped you stand.

You gripped his shirt through the short walk. When your bed was in sight, you hurried over to it and collapsed, bundling under the blankets.

You didn’t even notice Toshi left until he came back with a trashcan and towel. After setting them up for you, he asked, “What do you want to drink?”

“Water… and ginger ale.”

“Alright. I’ll be right back. Try to keep your body relaxed.”

You smiled and closed your eyes. Everything inside you suddenly felt completely and utterly drained. Sweating while freezing wasn’t a fun combo to get stuck with. At least your stomach was calm. But even then, it was only a matter of time until you were sick.

Two glasses clinked onto the bedside table. You opened your eyes, took a small sip of water, then put it back, lounging again. Toshi gingerly soothed, “Drink some more.”

You shook your head. It’ll just come back up.

“Honey, you might not want to, but you need to stay hydrated, or at least have something in your stomach so you don’t dry heave and hurt yourself.”

You grumbled and complied, taking a few gulps of water. It salved your sore esophagus that’ll only get rawer as the night continued.

“There you go,” he praised. His rough palm covered your forehead. “You’re hot, but not to the point I should be worried.”

“You’re not worried about my hotness?” you giggled.

“Hmm, I guess delirium can be another symptom,” he smiled, gently dabbing a wet washcloth along your forehead. You leaned into the cloth, letting it cool your skin, falling asleep under its movements and Toshi’s supervision. You’d worry about the upcoming stomach pain when it arrived.

Yamada Hizashi

Very softly and very carefully, Hizashi pressed the towel to your side, patting you dry. The plush towel felt worse than a knife on the raw, red, darkened skin. You tried sitting still while he prodded more of the affected area.

One slightly harder-than-normal pat made you flinch. “Ow!”

“Sorry, baby. I’m just making sure it’s clean and dry.”

“I know.” You grabbed his thigh. “It’s just sensitive. Everywhere is sensitive.”

“Did the bath help at all?”

“A little… It helped with the itching, but the pain…”

Hizashi exhaled heavily as he stood. “I’m sorry you gotta deal with this. Maybe this’ll do a better job.” He turned from the bureau, holding the cream your doctor prescribed.

You really didn’t want to go through more touching, and you weren’t banking on a big difference. But the doctor promised it would numb the area, giving you some relief from the pain. You sighed, “Alright. Be careful?”

“Of course.” After pulling on a pair of gloves, he squeezed the tube to get a good amount on his palm. Your body held tense, flinching when the cream connected with the welt-like bumps. You hissed but kept yourself still. He huffed, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright, Hizashi. You don’t have to keep apologizing.”

“I know. I know. I just hate seeing you in pain,” he talked low. Two fingers lightly smoothed over skin, dispersing the medication without applying too much pressure or friction. He made sure to cover the irritated area before taking the gloves off. “Okay. All done. It should start working in thirty minutes.”

You sighed again. Thirty minutes was a long way away. Pins and needles aggravated your entire body despite the blisters only being on your right side. And this was going to last over two weeks.

A knuckle brushed your cheek. Blinking away the water, you looked up to his glassy eyes. He kissed your forehead and cradled your chin. “I’m your own personal nurse. Whatever you need, I’ll provide.”

“Thank you,” you whispered.

“You don’t need to thank me, baby.” He returned to the bureau, shuffling through one of his draws. His hands withdrew a large, old T-shirt and helped you slip it on, heedful of your side and tender skin. It was big enough that you could forego shorts and underwear.

Once set, Hizashi smiled wide and pulled you to your feet. “Now, let’s get some food in your tummy before bed.”

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bitchiha · 4 years

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Hey, so after reading my matchup again, I got an idea for a head-canon. I'm not sure if this has already been asked, but headcanons with Shino that has a S/O who has a fear of bugs, but doesn't want that to ruin their relationship with Shino and tries to work on it ( side note: gotta love that auto correct changes Shino to Rhino).

Shino with a s/o that is afraid of bugs

A/N: YES!! I love you and I’m sorry this took forever but I finally got around to it!

You were one of the first people to actually pay attention to Shino when he tried to say something; always letting him finish his sentence before turning your attention away. Thats what attracted him to you at first and with the knowledge that you were willing to give him your attention, he clung helplessly to you. So when you and Shino were on a missions together when you first started dating, he brushed off the fact that you were skittish at the sight of his bugs. You liked him, right? You wanted to give him attention didn’t you?

But one day, when the two of were laying down on the outskirts of town, sitting around and chatting about your lives, a spider crawled up your thigh. He watched you stand up and shriek, desperately swatting at the bug that was now long gone. He stared at you and despite the glasses and the long collar, you could tell he looked like a kicked puppy. “You don’t like bugs do you, y/n?”

It was strange how he hadn’t found out sooner, being blissfully ignorant would have been the best possible solution. How could he have not noticed your uncomfortable stare at the sight of his bugs, or when he mentioned a new species of beetle? Hell how had he not noticed your fear when he took you out on adventures to find rare insect species. It hurt him, it really did, but he wasn’t gonna give up on you, it was a minor hiccup... Nothing he couldn’t work through, right? Not everyone liked bugs, but he could make you get used to him. One thing you were both sure of was that you were not going to let you go of your relationship so easily. So Shino decided to take the initiative and start things slow...

“You should get used to my bugs first, at least.” They’re apart of him and it really makes him sad that there’s a part of you that may be disgusted slightly by him, so he’s eager to start things there. You two are sitting on a field (Shino brought a blanket so that you wouldn’t have to encounter any other bugs in the process) and he’s letting his bugs slowly crawl up your arm.

Despite his typical reserved attitude, he lets you sit between his legs with your back resting against his chest as he lets the bugs crawled up your skin, his other arm wrapped comfortingly around your waist. His neck was against your shoulder, peering over to watch your face as his bugs gently crawled up your skin. You were scared, like really scared and you’re eyes were kind of squeezed shut, “open your eyes, y/n. You can do it, they’re mine, they’re not going to hurt you.”

At his words, you slowly you peel them open and see them crawling gently up your arm, there was only four or five and one of them was crawling on the palm of your hand. You lifted your arm and carefully held your hand to your face to examine the bug up close. “Hey, they’re actually kind of cute.” Looking at them up close they seems harmless and at the mercy of Shino, you knew they wouldn’t hurt you. The little bug began to crawl between your fingers and even though the touches were all feather light, the sensation made you giggle. Soon your little giggles became huffs of laughter and at first Shino thought you may have been crying, “Y/n-“ then he realized you were laughing and you could tell by the vibration of his chest against your back that he was laughing too.

The next step in tackling your fear of bugs was the house critters. One night, you told Shino sleepily that you were going to draw yourself a bath before going to bed. As you yawned and lazily walked into the bathroom you were met with a rude awakening as a giant spider skittered across the floor. Immediately you shrieked, dropping your fresh change of clothes and practically jumping onto Shino as he came running at the sound of your panicked voice.

“What is it-“ He grunted in surprise as you threw yourself on top of him, making sure your feet weren’t in reach of the creature skittering across the floor. Unluckily for you, the spider skittered right onto your abandoned laundry on the floor. That caused you to practically shriek in Shino’s ear. The arms of your fluffy robe strangled his neck as you clung on for dear life. “Shino! Oh my - Shino, Shino!!! It’s in my clothes now!!” (As If he couldn’t see it himself) “It’s probably running all over my pajamas!!” Your babbling continued into his ear as he tried to calm you down.

He sat you on the edge of the bathtub, letting you hide your legs in the sanctuary of the tub as he bent down to shake out your pile of abandoned clothes out. “Be careful, Shino!” You squeal, curling your body into itself as you watched him through blurry eyes. After shaking out every article of clothing except your towel, he picked it up and shook, the spider came out tumbling onto the cold floor. You screamed again and Shino hushed you before bending down to cup the spider gently into his hands.

To your dismay he brings the spider towards you as it paces around his cupped palms. He persists despite your objection, knowing he’s not putting you in any danger as the bug is a simple house spider and no where near harmful. “Y/n, it’s harmless, just look at it.” And just like with his own bugs, you let it crawl onto your hands, sucking in your rapid breaths and you realized that it really was harmless. “Now let’s set it outside.”

After readjusting your robe and slowly stepping out of the bathtub, Shino opened the window and he watched as you set the spider gently onto the sill. The two of you watched as it slowly crawled out. “See? Nothing to be afraid of.”

Of course there were some insects you couldn’t quite love; like moths and centipedes, but Shino didn’t need you to love all bugs. Not yet at least. He would take you with him on adventures to find certain beetles or rare butterflies and the more you joined him, the less skittish you became. Soon enough you stopped screaming for help when a bug flew into the apartment, opting instead to take Shinos wide range of passed down insect knowledge and use it to guide the insect out of the apartment. Even though it was a minuscule act, Shinos heart couldn’t have swelled any bigger.

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haileybeehappy · 4 years

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Bubble Bath - Harry Styles

Word count - 1K

Warnings - smut if you squint, but FLUFF

Harry was laying on your bed scrolling through twitter, stark naked. The two of you had been together for six months, but it feels like it had been years. The two of you were completely comfortable with each other. This is good because Harry likes to spend a lot of his free time naked. You had just come home from work, a long, long, day at work. You worked at a daycare. You loved it most days but days like today with fevered babies and upset tummies you just wanted to crawl in bed and sleep for two days.

“How was work Lovie?” You just sigh heavily and flop next to him on the bed.

“I just washed the sheets, why are you naked on them,”

“You act like I don’t sleep naked in these sheets every night,”

“That’s true,” You slug over to him and throw your leg over his waist.

“So, long day?”

“Too long. Theo went home throwing up, Able had a low-grade fever and I got peed on,” He just stayed silent. “Don’t worry I changed my clothes,” He just nodded.

“Well, would you like me to draw you a bath?”

“Only if you join me,”

“Of course Lovie,” you don’t move off him.

“I need to get up to get the bath started Honey,” You just groan and yeet your leg off of him. He slowly got up and headed to the bathroom connected to your shared bedroom. You laid in bed eyes closed and letting the stress from the day leak out of you. The sound of the running water relaxes you. Harry touches your leg that is semi hanging off the bed. You flinch away from his touch in surprise.

“Bath is almost ready hun, let’s get you undressed,” you hum in response. He runs his hand from your thigh to your foot and begins to take off your shoe. You then lift your other foot so he can take the shoe off that foot. He complies and once he has both your shoes off he pulls you up off the mattress carefully.

“Come on Lovie, you gotta help me,” You lazily take your clothes off with his help.

“I love you, Harry,”

“I’d hope so,” He pressed a kiss to the side of your head. “Let’s get in that bathtub. You followed him into the bathroom. He had lit some candles around the room and had the vanity lights on a soft golden glow. The bathroom smelled of white gardenia flowers and a slight hint of lavender. The bath had a mountain of bubbles.

“Ladies first,” you slip into the water. Harry slips in right behind you, his arms wrap around you and he pulls you to his chest. You pull yourself forward and grab a hair tie from around your wrist and knot your hair into a bun.

“I needed this,” You sigh leaning back into him.

“I know,” He kisses your shoulder. Right over your tattoo. The one that matches Harry’s. Sun and moon. Your moon on the back of your right shoulder and his sun on the back of his left shoulder. When the two of you held hands and your shoulders touched, the sun and the moon aligned. He loved to kiss and touch your tattoo. Especially after sex.

“I love you,” you whispered. He just hummed and continued to kiss across your shoulder blades. You move forward. “No, like, I really love you,” You turn to look at him. “You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me. Here you are a fucking millionaire drawing baths for me and make me breakfast and lunch and dinner. You buy me all these elegant clothes and sexy lingerie. I’m the luckiest woman on this earth. You could have picked anyone else and you picked me. I won the fucking lottery in boyfriends,”

“Keep it coming,” He smirks. You splash water at him.

“Shut up,” you whine. “I’m serious,” He pulls you to him. You had adjusted yourself so you were now straddling him.

“I know Lovie. But you’re wrong. I am lucky to have you. I thought I would never find someone so genuine. Someone who loved me utterly and completely for me. Not my fame, or my money, or my looks. But I did. I found you. I am the luckiest man in the world. You are absolutely amazing Lovie. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me,” You had begun to tear up.

“Keep it coming,” you joked. He just laughed and pulled you into a kiss. His hands ran up from your thighs to your waist. You ran your hands up and down his arms slowly. He pulls away from you.

“Wanna dry off and move to the bedroom?” “We’ve been in here for like five minutes,”

“And?”

“I wanna enjoy my bath,” You peck him on the lips and turn around so you’re back is on his chest once again.

“Fine,” You then feel his erection on your back.

“Really Styles?” He just laughs and kisses your shoulder.

“I can’t help it Lovie,” You just settle yourself and relax. He starts to rub your body but not in a sexual way. His hands working into the flesh of your thighs. The movement of his hands relaxing you into an almost trance state. It only feels like minutes passing but then Harry interrupts your relaxation.

“Time to get out Lovie,” That brings you back to reality and you notice the temperature of the water has gotten significantly colder. And that your fingers and toes are shriveled up.

“Okay,” you stand up in the tub and go to lift your leg out and onto the floor. You almost slip and Harry catches you.

“Let’s get you to bed Sleepy bug,”

“Noo,” You whine. “I want ice cream,” He just chuckles as you dry yourselves off. You then dress into your pajamas and move to the kitchen. You race to the freezer and grab your preferred ice cream pints. You sat at the kitchen bar and ate spoonfuls of ice cream while talking about anything under the sun. You were telling him a story about when you were a kid. About how your brother super bounced you off the trampoline.

“How did you not break your face?”

“I have no idea. Kids are resilient I guess?” The two of you laugh and continue to make your way through the ice cream pints. A half an hour later the two of you settled your unfinished ice cream into the freezer. Made your way to the bedroom. Both of you settled into bed with full cold tummies and cuddled together to warm back up.

“I really love you Lovie,”

“I’d hope so with a nickname like that,” You chuckle and lean back into him. “But I love you too baby. I love you to the moon and back,”

“To the moon and back,” He kisses the side of your head and settle into sleep.

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gingerwritess · 5 years

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"Person A is pregnant but finds out just before Person B has to gone on a six month long trip. When Person B returns Person A surprises them with their growing baby bump hilarity and confusion ensues" Maybe this one for Elliot and dad!Loki? have a great day sweetcheeks

combined with this request from @mylovelycrazyworld

summary: well…Elliot wanted a sibling. it’s about time he got one.

warnings: pregnancy stuff, a tiny hint of angst, missing Loki, fluff, and lots of Elliot silliness

a/n: FIRST OF ALL I AM SO PROUD OF THIS so i hope you e n j o y

sorry, second, i got waaay too carried away with this and suddenly its like a part of a wholeass story and yeah we’re gonna move this little storyline right along.

third i accidentally posted this before it was done a couple weeks ago so if you read it that time, i’m so sorry, this one is done and much better.

i’m also so sorry i’ve been gone lately. it’s been a crazy hectic last couple weeks so i haven’t had much time to sit down and finish writing anything! thanks for sticking around :)

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Of course Loki had to leave this week, of all weeks.

Elliot’s taking the separation fairly well; Loki had left for Asgard with a kiss on the forehead, a tight hug, and a pretty serious request.

“You’ll take care of your mother for me while I’m away, won’t you?”

The little boy had promised, naturally, trying to look as serious and grown-up as he could, and even offered his hand to Loki for a handshake when he went in for a hug goodbye. Loki’s jaw had dropped in shock; then he pushed Elliot’s hand out of the way and swooped him up laughing into his arms for a tight, chaotic, firm hug.

So now you have a protective five year old fussing over you all day long, which is honestly worse than having a protective 1000+ year old fussing over you. He tries to do everything he sees Loki doing, everything he’s supposed to do to “take care of his mother:” like holding your hand in every possible situation, running up behind you and hugging the back of your legs, he’s even kissed your forehead at one point.

Loki’s trained him well.

But morning four of Loki being gone brings an unexpected turn. Elliot has been sleeping in your bed with you, wanting to keep you company—but mostly just missing the clone that Loki normally lets Elliot cuddle up with every night. This Tuesday morning, he’s laying across your stomach, happily sucking a thumb and drooling onto your shirt—well, technically it’s Loki’s.

It would’ve been nice to wake up and see his chubby little face all squished up with sleep, but you’re brutally shaken from your rest by a lurching stomach—you’re going to throw up, right now. You try to push Elliot off you as gently as you can, already retching as you shove him one last time, a little harder than you meant to, and he groggily sits up.

“Whasgoin’on?” He rubs the sleep from his eyes, but you’re already sprawled on the tiles in the adjacent bathroom floor, emptying the contents of your stomach into the toilet. “Mom! No, mom, what’s wrong?!”

“S-stay—stay back,” you cough and wave him away just as before another retch doubles you over, chest heaving when it finally simmers down. “Just give me a second, okay? You don’t want to see this, bud.”

“But are you okay? You got really sick!” He rushes up behind you and starts rubbing your back with a cool little hand. “Ew, you smell kinda funny.”

“Gee, thanks, kiddo.”

“I’m just sayin’!” He holds his nose with one hand, using the other to wrap around your waist and lean into your side. “What does dad do to help you when you’re sick?”

You pull yourself up and over to lean back against the wall, trying to catch your breath and running a hand through Elliot’s curls. “Uses his magic stuff to make me feel better…cuddles with me, just like you’re doing.” You smile weakly down at the little boy, and he quickly lays his little hands on your stomach. “No no no, don’t try it, it’s okay! I feel better!”

“Aw, man.” He sadly retracts his sparking hands—thank god—and nestles back into your side. “I’m getting gooder at my magic, ya know. Dad’s teachin’ me real good.”

“I don’t doubt it, Elliot,” you assure him with a light squeeze of a hug. “But you probably shouldn’t test out any of your magic on people, okay?”

He nods seriously, patting your stomach gently. “Good idea. I gotta be careful with your tummy now, too.”

“Don’t worry, buddy, this is just a bug. I’m already feeling better.”

Elliot shakes his head and crawls onto your lap, leaning down to put his ear to your stomach—what in the world? He listens for a moment and suddenly the wheels in your brain start turning: oh my god. This couldn’t mean…?

The little boy sits up again and feels your stomach one more time, focusing hard on something. “Nope, s’not a bug,” he smiles and gives your belly another gentle pat. “It’s just my baby tryna say hi.”

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Six pregnancy tests later, there’s no doubt about it. How Elliot figured it out before you even had a hunch, you have no idea, but the little piece of plastic drops from your hand when you flop face-first onto the bed, mind swirling.

This isn’t a surprise.

Elliot had asked. Loki and you had talked, agreed; this is what you want. But really, baby?

Now?

Loki doesn’t get back for another four months. Pregnancies are hard; you’re not going to pretend they aren’t, and to not have your husband here to help you through it…this is going to be much different than when you were pregnant with Elliot.

You glance once more at the last test: positive as ever.

Pregnant. Again.

Sighing audibly, you roll over on the bed and grab Loki’s pillow, hugging it to your chest and breathing deeply, eyes drifting shut.

“We’re gonna be fine,” you whisper, your voice serving more to soothe your own racing mind than anything, “we’re gonna have another baby, and we’re gonna be fine.”

You bury your face in the pillow, hugging it tighter. It smells like Loki—heavenly.

That’ll have to do for the next four months.

* * * *

“What does dad wanna name the baby?”

The plastic fork scrapes against Elliot’s plate in grating anticipation of your answer. He’s picking at his lunch; his appetite hasn’t been quite so bottomless with Loki having been gone for so long.

For yours, on the other hand, the exact opposite is true.

“Dad…doesn’t know yet.” You rip another chunk of bread from the entire baguette in your hand and dip it in butter. This baby seems to have an appetite for seven and a particular fondness for carbs.

Wonderful.

“That’s ok,” Elliot nods thoughtfully. “Names are hard to come up with. I think it should be…blueberry! Cause I love blueberries so much and I love my baby—”

“No, no, I meant…” you struggle to swallow your mouthful of bread and hold up a finger. “Dad doesn’t know that we’re having a baby yet.”

“Why not?”

…yeah, that’s a good question. You probably should’ve called Loki a good while ago, when you’d found out you’re expecting—I mean, it’s his kid too.

But telling Loki he’s going to have a second child just seems like something you don’t do over the phone.

“I don’t want to miss his reaction,” you answer honestly, shoving another chunk of baguette in your mouth. “I wanna sh-uprise ‘im when ‘e gets home.”

Translation: I’m terrified.

Elliot eagerly claps his hands together, the fork falling to the table with a clatter. “That’s a good idea!” He squeals, jumping up to run over and climb into your lap, laying his little hands on your belly. “Dad’s gonna be so excited to meet Blueberry, he’s gonna cry—”

“We are not naming this baby after a fruit. Sorry, kiddo.”

* * * *

An agonising two more months pass, lonely and chock-full of horrid cravings, mood swings, aches and pains and puking nearly every single morning…this baby already seems to hate you.

Elliot’s been a little trooper the past four months.

Hugs whenever you need them, plenty of crayon drawings of your family so you “don’t miss dad too much,” peace and quiet when you fall asleep at the table again, even a few attempted breakfasts in bed. He’s been so sweet and helpful when you know he misses his dad more than anything, so today you drag yourself out of bed, throw up once for good measure, and tell him to get ready for an ice cream trip.

Loki was supposed to be home a week ago, but you can’t let yourself think about that.

Driving with your little bump of a belly is starting to get really uncomfortable, but you make it alright to the little ice cream parlour that Elliot claims makes the best cotton candy ice cream of all time.

“I miss my dad,” Elliot pipes up while you’re sitting in silence, a faint bluish tint to his skin due to the coldness of the ice cream. “He shouldn’t hafta leave ever again.”

“Same here, kiddo, I’m sorry.” You lay a hand on your belly and try to give Elliot a reassuring smile. “This little monster misses him too, but they’re just glad that they have an awesome big brother to take care of them!”

That brings a halfhearted smile to the little boy’s face, and he goes back to licking his ice cream cone, watching you with reddish eyes deep in thought.

“Y’know, dad loves you, mom.” Elliot reaches over to take your hand in his tiny, sticky one, much to your surprise. “He loves you a whole lot, I know it, and he’s not gonna be angry that we’re havin’ another baby.”

Your jaw drops.

What the hell??

Your son, who is apparently getting some kind of crazy read on your thoughts right now, leans over the table and plants a sticky blue kiss to the back of your hand—just like he’s seen Loki do countless times. “Don’t be ‘fraid of him, he’s gonna be so super excited.”

Part of you kind of wants to run away screaming, but maybe mothers shouldn’t do that to their children, so you just gape like a dying fish at the strange little mini-Loki in front of you.

“I’m…I uh…” your mouth opens and closes a few times while your brain tries to catch up. “I’m not…I’m not scared of dad, Elliot, what makes you say that?”

You’re not…right?

Elliot licks his ice cream cone again, catching a drip down his arm. “Nah, you’re ‘voiding your ‘sponsibilities.”

“Excuse me?”

“You’re scared to tell dad about Blueberry, right? I heard you in my dream, you told me dad was gonna be upset and get scared to have two kids.”

You swallow hard, trying to find the lie in his innocent statement. “But he—no, he won’t be upset, he wants another kid, he told me.”

This kid is ripping you to shreds, covered in blue and pink melted ice cream.

“S’what you told me,” Elliot shrugs. “Said dad’s gonna like one of us better.”

…you’ve got to pee again.

A blessed escape, cause if Elliot says one more word about Loki or this baby, you’re pretty sure your hormonal self is going to break down in tears.

“I’ll—I’ll be right back,” you choke, scooting your chair back with a loud scrape and pulling yourself to your feet. “Are you okay to stay here? I’ll only be a couple minutes right over there, no talking to strangers, you know the rules.”

Elliot nods, looking worried as you swipe at your eyes and set down your cup of ice cream with shaking hands. “You okay, mom?”

“Fine, fine, I’ll be right back,” You mutter and rush off to the bathroom.

You certainly didn’t look fine, but Elliot shrugs to himself and goes back to his ice cream, keeping a wary eye on the other people in the shop.

“Did your mother just leave you out here all alone?”

Elliot spins around in his chair at the voice, dropping his ice cream cone to the floor and bringing his hands up ready to fight whoever is approaching him—Loki’s taught him enough to fend for himself.

But when he whirls around, he immediately lowers his hands and jumps out of his chair—it’s Loki.

“DAD!” Elliot scrambles out of the chair and bolts into Loki’s waiting arms, knocking him over with the force of his hug. “Dad, dad, you’re home! You’re home!!”

“That I am,” Loki laughs, hugging the little boy tightly to his chest. “I missed you so much, Elliot, so much.”

“Hey!” Elliot points a little finger into Loki’s chest, suddenly serious. “Don’t you ever leave us again, ‘kay??”

“Of course, I’m so sorry I had to—”

“Pinky promise??” Elliot shoves his little finger in Loki’s face, and the god chuckles, extending his own to seal the promise.

“Pinky promise. Hopefully.”

Satisfied with the agreement, Elliot jumps off his dad and rushes back to the table, frowning at the sticky mess that’s left of his ice cream on the floor. “You owe me an ice cream, dad, look whatcha made me do.”

“My sincerest apologies, young man,” Loki chuckles, swooping the kid up in his arms for another squirming hug, trying to sneak a few tickling kisses somewhere on his face. “Where is your mother?”

You come out of the bathroom just in time to hear Elliot answer “hidin’ from you, I think,” and you stop dead in the middle of the shop when you see your husband smiling wide and holding Elliot in his arms.

“Elliot! No I’m not!” You shake yourself out of your shocked daze, running over to the two of them and nearly knocking them over when you throw your arms around Loki’s neck.

Immediately setting Elliot back on the ground, Loki breathes your name and draws you into the tightest embrace he can manage, his arms clutching you so close you have to plant your hands on his chest and gently push him away to keep him from hurting your belly.

He doesn’t seem to notice, but Elliot sure does.

Loki’s hands cradle your face as he pulls away and just stares at you for a moment, trying to decide if words could even begin to describe how happy he is to be with you again.

“I missed…oh, come here.”

He laughs with watering eyes and pulls you close, pressing his lips to yours over and over until neither of you can breathe, half laughing, half teary-eyed because he’s here, you’re all here, together finally.

“That was—mmph—too long,” you laugh around Loki’s relentless lips, keeping a hand to his chest to keep him from your baby bump.

Elliot bounces on the balls of his feet, glad to see his parents so happy again, but sticks a hand between you both to cover your belly. “Careful, dad, don’t hurt my b—”

“ELLIOT!” You cut him off with a nervous chuckle, shooting him a pointed look—shh!

The little boy claps a hand over his mouth, eyes wide. “Sorry.”

“What for?” Loki asks with a breathless laugh, his hand cradling the back of your head to keep you pressed against him.

“Nothing, nothing,” you assure him, kissing him again. “Oh my god, I’m so glad you’re home, Loki. Tell us everything!”

He holds you away from him for a moment with his hands on your shoulders, looking you up and down with a dopey grin on his face—you’re really glad you wore a too-big shirt today, it covers your beginning baby bump pretty well.

“You look incredible,” he murmurs, shaking his head in disbelief—he missed you. His eyes fall on your chest and linger for a half a second longer; your breasts seem…bigger than when he left.

Trust me, he would know.

But he shakes it away and pulls up a chair, and the three of you launch into a detailed retelling of everything you’ve missed over the past four months.

“Well, everything went wrong the moment I stepped foot in Asgard.” He leans forward, eager to tell his story. “There had been an attempt on the relics, and rumours of more to come, so we had to—what’s so funny?”

Elliot’s covering his mouth with a sticky hand, desperately trying to muffle the giggle-fit overcoming him as he looks at you: you’re clutching your stomach with an extremely pained grimace, trying to get comfortable in the little metal chair.

“Nothin’…” he snorts and quickly looks away from you when you glare at him. “What happened next, dad?”

“Okay…” Loki shoots you a confused glance and you quickly grin back, trying not to look like there’s a tiny human laying directly on your bladder right now.

How’s that working out for you?

“Are you alright, my love? You look like you’re in pain.”

“Just a stomachache!” Your gritted laughter is nervous but hopefully convincing enough.

“Are you sure? Just tell me, darling, I can disspell the sickness in less than a second—Elliot!” He whirls around in his chair to glare halfheartedly at the little boy giggling again. “Your mother is in pain, why are you smiling??”

“‘Cause I know something you don’t know,” Elliot sings, clapping his hands with glee and wiggling around in his seat. “Mhm, I’ve got a secret, ‘n I’m not tellin’—”

“Elliot. That’s enough.”

You reach over and pull the little guy into your lap, clamping both hands over his mouth and smiling sweetly at your husband—who just looks very confused. And a little worried.

He’s made it pretty clear that there would be no secrets in this little family of yours.

“Our son…has a secret?” Speaking to you, not Elliot, he raises an eyebrow and it’s not exactly amused. “Care to enlighten me, wife?”

“Don’t worry, Loki, it’s not a secret,” you sooth, tapping Elliot’s mouth twice before letting him go again. “It’s more of…a surprise, really.”

Elliot clasps his hand behind his back and rocks forward on his toes, excited eyes darting back and forth between you and Loki.

“I don’t like surprises.”

“But you’re really gonna like this one,” Elliot promises, sending an overly dramatic attempt of a wink your way.

Unbelievable.

Letting out a dismayed groan, you drop your forehead to your hand. “Elliot, please stop…”

Loki crosses his arms, already looking a little on the defensive side with lips tightly pressed together—this is exactly why you didn’t want to tell him. Way to go, kid.

“If you have something to tell me, tell me now.”

“I—can I tell you at home? Later?”

The god sighs, not able to help feeling as if the joy of your reunion had been let out faster than the air in a deflating balloon—now he’s worried, feeling excluded, almost offended.

Secrets. Never a good idea within a family.

“Don’t worry, snowflake,” you chirp with feigned nonchalance. “You’re gonna love this surprise.”

Your fingers cross under the table.

* * * *

Loki doesn’t bring it up the rest of the day.

You’d guessed he would mention it again at least during dinner, try to pry the information from you, but he smiled and listened to Elliot talk about his loose tooth, eating his food apparently unbothered.

Your knee hasn’t stopped nervously bouncing since you sat down.

Maybe he knows? If Elliot felt it, Loki certainly could. The kid’s voice is still echoing through your mind as you get Elliot ready for bed:

“You told me dad was gonna be upset and get scared to have two kids.”

Okay, maybe you’re a little worried that Loki’s past may hinder his enthusiasm for a second child, but you’ve never even admitted to yourself that he would be upset or scared. But the more you think about it, the more sense it makes: he would be terrified.

Favouring one child over another? That would be Loki’s worst nightmare, yet he hadn’t brought that up when Elliot first asked for a sibling. He’d happily agreed to have a second kid, kissing away your concerns…

Hugging your arms around yourself, you stare at his back from the doorway. His hair is lazy, pulled into a mindless knot on the top of his head; he looks relaxed, doing dishes. At peace with his life.

His life with his wife and his one son.

Did he lie to you?

Had he looked you in the eye, said “I want another baby,” and lied?

God of lies, you keep letting yourself forget.

Your mind goes berserk right there in the kitchen, convincing you that he lied to you, that this baby is unwanted, that he only said that he wanted another baby to keep you happy, that no, he didn’t ever want children, he just wanted to fuck you, that everything he’s ever said to you is a lie—

“Your thoughts are deafening, my love.”

You jump with a start as his voice interrupts your destructive train of thought. “Were you listening?” You immediately ask, voice venomous. “Loki, did you listen?”

He turns around and dries off his hands, leaning back against the counter with a sad smile. “Of course not, out of respect for your secret. I trust you to tell me.”

You stare at him, unmoving and unsure, and he pushes himself away from the counter to take a few tentative steps toward you. “Let’s go to bed,” he murmurs, sensing your troubled mind. “You need rest, then you can tell me this secret when you are ready.”

Nodding slowly, you let him take your hand and lead you to the bedroom, keeping your mouth firmly shut. He shuts the door behind you and you walk straight to the bed, laying down and turning your back on him to avoid this as long as possible.

“Don’t you want to change first?” Loki laughs, and the mattress dips as he climbs on next to you, laying right against your body and pulling you back into him. “Those pants can’t be comfortable, let me get them off of you.”

You shake your head—horny, lying bastard.

“…would you like me to draw you a bath?” He’s trying a gentler approach now, noticing your apprehension and holding you closer.

Another shake of the head.

“Why won’t you talk to me?”

Your hand subconsciously falls to your little baby bump, but Loki’s follows right after to cover your own hand with his.

You’re sick of this—just tell him.

You slip your hand out from under his, grab his wrist, and press it to your belly. His breath catches in his throat, you can hear it, and his cold hand gently runs across the swell of your stomach.

“What is this?”

Just say it.

“I’m pregnant.”

He sits straight up behind you and you screw your eyes shut—he’s going to leave now, right?

But he doesn’t leave; instead cold hands grip your waist and pull you onto your back, catching the hem of your shirt and promptly ripping it from your body.

“Loki!”

He looms over you, knees on either side of your body as he stares down at you. His eyes are wide and a distracted hand rubs over his mouth, trying to process this.

“How long have you known?” His voice is barely a breath.

“…four months.”

“You didn’t tell me?”

The hurt on his beautiful face is a sucker punch to the gut—you idiot, of course he wouldn’t be upset. This is Loki we’re talking about, your husband, the father of your child—children.

“I’m so sorry,” you apologise quietly, avoiding his gaze. “I didn’t…I thought you-you would be upset.”

He breathes a laugh and carefully runs his fingertips down your sides, trying to memorise the sight of you carrying his child…again.

“Why would I ever be upset, my love? I can’t believe you’re this pregnant and you didn’t tell me—”

“Elliot said something,” you anxiously cut him off. “It was stupid, really, I’m stupid for believing it…” you take a breath and ramble on. “He said he had a dream you got upset about having two kids cause you might like one more than the other.”

Loki pauses his kissing down your torso, freezing with his hand splayed across your baby bump. “How did he…”

“I dunno. He was freaking me out, Loki, he started telling me things I wasn’t even thinking yet.”

“That’s my boy,” the god laughs, resting his forehead on your stomach as your brow knits in concern.

Carding your fingers through his hair, you nudge Loki’s head up to look at you. “This doesn’t worry you?”

“Our son turns blue when he touches something cold.” He presses his lips to your stomach again, eyes tightly shut. “I’m afraid your family isn’t exactly the epitome of human normalcy.”

“Yeah, but Loki, was he right?”

“That I’m scared?” He trails his lips up your baby bump, over your chest and coming to rest firmly over your mouth. “My love…I am terrified.”

“Oh.”

Your arms wind around his neck and pull him back down to your lips—maybe if you keep kissing him, he won’t be able to see the disappointment in your eyes.

It works for a little bit, and you nearly lose yourself completely when he starts gently nipping at your lips and moving to tend to your neck; he’s making you drunk on him with the flip of a switch.

It’s too easy for him.

“Loki.” Your hands curl tighter in his hair.

“Hmm.”

“Then why did you tell me you wanted another kid?”

The god pauses, moving from your collarbone back to your face to frown down at you. His fingers are cold along your jaw. “Because I do want another kid.”

“But you’re terrified.”

“And you’re not?”

That makes your mouth snap shut, eyes darting around the room to avoid his piercing gaze. Of course you’re nervous, it’s not like you have any better ideas of how to raise a child—and you’re the one carrying it, for god’s sake.

“I don’t think I need to say more.” Loki smiles, soft and edging closer to the sad end of the spectrum. “I’m always scared. Of you, of my son…and now my second child.”

You still can’t look at him. Shame, maybe.

“I’m terrified of you, did you know that?” He’s kissing you again, lazy lips soft along the outline of your own, up and down your jaw. “Terrified of you, our future, our children. I could lose you in seconds.”

“That’s optimistic.” You try for a cracked smile.

Cool lips meet yours, firm as his hand traces over your baby bump. “It’s realistic, actually. Keeps me honest with myself.”

“We’re not leaving you, if that’s what you’re scared of.”

“But I don’t deserve for you to stay.”

Here we go again.

“Why do you always do this??” You force a playful smile onto your face and sit up, a hand on Loki’s chest pushing him off of you onto the bed. “There you go hating yourself again, sheesh.”

Grateful for the change in subject, you roll over halfway on top of him and mold your lips to his—his, parted slightly in surprise. Your hands cradle his face, stroking through his hair and over his cheekbones as you pour every ounce of adoration you possess for him into the kiss.

Then it really clicks, just how much you missed him.

Maybe that’s why you feel this…disconnect.

Within seconds his shirt is off too, your hands scouring every inch of his skin you can reach, Loki’s breathing becoming shallower as he fumbles with belts and tries to hold your face to his at the same time.

“Missed you,” he whispers hoarsely, giving up on the belt and falling into you, shaking hands holding your neck and waist in a death grip. “My family, I missed you both, and this new one—”

His voice cracks and he moves down, littering every inch of you with kisses that come to rest on the swell of your stomach as his hands hold tight to your hips.

“I’m beyond excited.” It’s nothing more than a whisper. “Terrified, scared out of my mind, but I am so, so happy our family is growing.”

“You sure?” You tangle your fingers in his hair and tip his head up to smile down at him.

“Do I need to prove it?”

God, you missed him.

You grab hold of his face and pull him up, smashing your lips to his. “I wouldn’t mind if you did.”

So he does.

At least, he tries, until a yell for dad echoes down the hall.

“Good to see nothing has changed,” Loki sighs, pressing one last kiss to the inside of your thigh. “Don’t you go anywhere, we’re not done here.”

You throw a pillow at him with a laugh as he winks and slips out the door.

Elliot is awake, as expected, sitting in his bed clutching the blankets to his chest, a strangely bright smile on his little face. “Hey dad!”

Loki raises an eyebrow. “Hey…”

“You awake?”

“I am now, clearly.” He sits on the edge of the bed and plants a kiss on the top of Elliot’s head. “Why did you call for me?”

The little boy shrugs. “Just wonderin’.”

“…if I was awake?”

“Yup.”

They stare at each other for a second—

—Loki confused and battling with the fact that he just had to leave you on the bed to come take care of this kid, and Elliot scrunching his nose up in the biggest grin at his dad, just happy to see him.

“I’m…going to go back to bed now.” Loki points at the door, giving his son a strange look. “Unless you have literally anything else to tell me? Redeem my coming in here?”

“Nope!” Elliot throws his arms out in a request for a hug.

…that Loki all too happily delivers.

“Oh! Did mom tell you the secret yet?” He whispers, squeezing Loki tighter with arms thrown around his neck.

“She did,” Loki chuckles. “Are you excited?”

“I can’t wait! We’re gonna be bestest friends and I’m naming it Blueberry cause I love blueberries and I love my baby so I’m gonna—”

“Blueberry??”

“Yeah!”

Loki shakes his head with a laugh. “Blueberry Lokason. A name for the ages, without a doubt.”

Elliot beams at his father’s approval and Loki ruffles a hand through his curly hair. “Come on, go to sleep. You shouldn’t be awake right now.”

“Well you guys woke me up…” he grumbles, flopping down on his pillow.

Not again. Loki freezes, face twisting in worry—you hadn’t even started. If that was too loud, then by the end of the night the whole neighbourhood is going to be awake. “Were we being too loud?”

“Nah.” A little smile spreads over the kid’s face. “Mom’s just happy, real happy, and it woke me up.”

“You…you can feel that?”

“Yup. Just like you.” He nuzzles deeper into his pillow. “Thought’ya might wanna know, dad, ‘case you forgot.”

With a face as precious as that, Loki doesn’t have the heart to tell him that’s not just like him…that’s not exactly how his access to the mind works, but the last thing Elliot needs is another reason to believe he’s unusual.

“In case I forgot what, Elliot?” He smiles and kisses the boy’s forehead, running a hand through his hair.

“How to tell when mom’s happy!” He opens his eyes and rolls onto his back, grinning up at Loki. “I almost forgotted too, she’s been sad so long. S’why I woke up!”

“Well.” Loki’s heart twists painfully in his chest. “Thank you. I think I remember now.”

“I gotcha covered, daddy.”

“Go to sleep, little giant.”

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The walk down the hall back to the room leaves Loki wondering.

He…felt it.

The kid could tell you were pregnant before you even knew, he could tell that you were nervous to tell Loki, he knew that Loki was scared before he’d admitted it to you…now he felt that you were happy? Strong enough to wake him up?

Apparently Elliot can do a lot more than just turn blue.

The thought of that is terrifying.

All Loki can think of as his hand rests hesitantly on the doorknob is what he’s done. What he’s passed on to this child, unwillingly taking another life down with his own curses.

Elliot’s life is going to be full of pain, if this is what he is capable of. It’s bad enough that he has no control over the shifting of his skin, no thanks to the fruitless attempts Loki has made to figure out how to help him, but now…

Loki starts when you open the door.

“What’d he need?”

You’re smiling—happy, Loki can tell this time. He silently thanks Elliot for the reminder.

“A hug.” He quickly smiles back. “Wanted to know if I was awake…the usual midnight Elliot inquiries.”

“Can I get one?”

You hold your arms out and grin, giddy and irresistibly bright, and Loki steps forward to sweep you into his arms.

“I’ll give you a bit extra, too,” he chuckles, peppering your neck with light kisses as he walks you backward towards the bed. Your knees hit the edge and you fall onto the mattress, grabbing him behind the neck to bring him down with you.

An arm by your head to keep him hovering over you, Loki pauses, just smiling down at you as a few lingering laughs leave your lips.

“Are you happy, my love?”

Cold fingers run down your cheek and he leans down, brushing his lips against yours.

“Of course I am,” you mumble, tangling your fingers in his hair to keep him close. “You’re home, I’ve got the best little kid sleeping down the hall, and we’ve got another one on the way.” Another peck on the lips. “I’m way past happy, snowflake.”

“Good,” he whispers, and decides that’s going to be enough for him.

That’ll be enough for all four of you.

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amethyst-dreams-and-candy-canes · 4 years

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Remember part 2

Yall know I can’t title for shit so please pardon the un-originality. This hit me all of a sudden and I just had to get it out before I forgot it. It’s not exactly the happy ending yall hoped for and not my first draft but I hope you still like it.

Part 1

Word Count: 1,273

Warnings: Some angst, hints of polygamy if you squint, children and food item bashing (@sapphirescrolls I tried to explain the apple issue)

The bed dipped rapidly several times in succession. You groaned as the movement made you dizzy and jolted you from your sleep. Opening one eye, you searched for the source of your discomfort. A high pitched giggle rose from below you and a slow smile formed on your lips.

“Auntie!” Another giggle, this time lower in pitch. Oh Gods, they were both in here. You closed your eyes and grunted, willing yourself to come to terms that you wouldn’t be able to sleep in today. Turning over on your side, you grabbed the comforter and pulled it over your head, the action causing one of the small bodies to topple onto your legs with a huff.

“Can we play please? Please?"

The plea sounded pathetic and pulled at your heartstrings. Punk you thought to yourself. With a sigh, you contemplate your options: go ahead and get up or lay down for just a few more minutes. Laying in was becoming more and more appealing but then the bed moves again and you feel weight on you; your legs were being straddled and suddenly you were being bounced on.

"Pretty please? Play with us?"

The second body joined the first and began moving in tandem, the bed-springs creaking loudly. Rolling your eyes under the covers, you sucked your teeth. A wicked idea formed in your head. As quickly as you could, you snatched the covers off you and sat straight up and snarled at the children. Startled high pitched screams filled the air followed by a loud thud as both the children fell to the floor. Laughter spilled from you while you watched the frightened children peer up at you from their spots on the floor.

"What’s going on?” A groggy voice asks and you laugh harder forgetting you weren’t alone in the bed. Carol sits upright rubbing the residual sleep from her eyes. “Why are there little bugs in here?"

"Hey!” Olivia stands placing her hands on her hips. “We not bugs!"

"Yeah.” Joshua affirms and mimics his sister’s stance. Your eyes bounce between the 3 year old twins and your heart warms. Carol yawns and attempts to lay back down but Joshua lunges on the bed and lands in her stomach. Carol groans and Olivia climbs into the bed next to you. She stares at you with bright blue eyes that seem to pierce your very soul as she pokes her lip out. She looks just like Bucky and you pull her to you for a hug. You’re about to speak but then the bedroom door bursts open to reveal a very annoyed Bucky.

“Guys, what did I tell you? You’ve gotta knock first!"

"We did!.” Olivia defends and Joshua nods as he’s now laying in the middle of you and Carol with his arms behind his head. “They didn’t open.”

“You didn’t knock.” Joshua points out with a shrug and Carol turns to her side to stifle her giggle. Bucky motions for Olivia to come to him and she pouts, looking to you for backup. You lean down and kiss the top of her head before gesturing towards Bucky.

“Later kiddo.” You whisper into her hairline. She grunts but gets off the bed to stand next to her father who’s now watching Joshua. With an exasperated sigh, he climbs across you to exit the bed but not before stopping on your lap and turning the side of his face towards you so you can kiss him too. Pecking him on the cheek, he grins before joining his sister. Bucky sheepishly looks across you and Carol before running a hand over the back of his neck.

“Sorry about that. They won’t bother you again."

"They will.” Carol yawns and sits crossed legged behind you, leaning forward to rest her head on you.

“Yes, they will.” Thor sighed behind Bucky as he pushed his way into the room. He bit into the apple peel he had loosely draped around the slices of banana and apple in his hand and you grimaced at the sight. His eyes landed on Carol and he folded his arms over his chest. “Why are there so many people in my room? In my bed?"

Joshua laughs and takes off running to dive onto the bed once more, this time sliding to the foot of the bed. Olivia ambles towards Joshua and turns to smile up at Bucky. "Get in, daddy!"

The air in the room instantly shifts to an uncomfortable silence. You bow your head as Carol places her hand on your hip, squeezing lightly. Thor pops the rest of the peel into his mouth and then claps his hands together towards the children. "No! Out!"

Thor lunges playfully at the kids as their screams ease the budding tension. You exhale deeply before a hand lands on your shoulder. Glancing up, Bucky is avoiding eye contact with you, opting to keep them trained on the children and Thor but he rubs your shoulder reassuringly. Unspoken affirmations pass through the two of you as he watches Thor dramatically tumbles off the side of the bed and hit the wall when Joshua tackles him. Bucky chuckles and backs away from you with a gentle pat and steps backwards to the door.

"Alright suit yourselves. Mommy’s making blueberry pancakes and I guess me and your uncles have to eat them all."

Olivia’s head snaps to her father before looking to Joshua who has already begun to climb back over the bed and crawls over Carol. She grabs his foot to tickle him quickly before playfully shoving him off of her and onto you. He pecks your cheek before barreling out the door. Olivia turns to run behind her brother but hesitates. Turning back towards the bed, she gives you a quick kiss before whispering loudly in your ear "After pancakes, we play?” You wink at her and she nods before heading out the door.

“Hey sorry about that. I know you guys just got back from a mission last night and-"

"Don’t worry about it. Love the little hellions.” Carol lays back down after a stretch.

Thor grumbles as he moves onto the bed and teasingly pushes Carol’s leg out of his way. She huffs before turning over with another yawn. Thor sits next to you places a kiss on your shoulder before wrapping an arm around your middle, his hand resting on your stomach. The action doesn’t go unnoticed by Bucky who diverts his eyes from your slightly expanded belly.

“Well, we do have to get used to it."

"Yeah.” Bucky comments and his voice wavers. “I guess so. Sorry again.” The door clicks behind him and you rest your hand over Thor’s. The sound of Carol’s snores fill the room and you snort a laugh. Thor kisses the side of your head before pulling you to lay down on top of him. You snuggle into his arms and rest your head on his chest. Moments pass before Thor speaks “My love. Are you ok?”

Memories of the past flood you and for a second, you allow yourself to question what could have been with Bucky. The life you always dreamed of belonged to someone else. The love of your life belonged to someone else. Your life wasn’t what you hoped but it worked out nonetheless. Closing your eyes, you curl further into his arms. “I’m fine.” you peek up at him through your lashes and find his worried eyes. His hand returned to your stomach, fingertips drawing invisible patterns on your skin. Pressing a kiss to his pec, you place your head back on him. “Besides, I hate blueberries.”

I’m only going to tag those who commented on part 1 because I’m not sure if everyone wanted to read. 🙈

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banana-boomboom · 4 years

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oh how sweet it is (to be loved by you)

For @adrinetteapril 2020 - Posted to AO3 & FFN - (Chapter 1 is here)

~ Angst time ~

Rated G

Day 15: Sacrifices

Summary: Adrien decides to sacrifice his own happiness for Marinette.

Adrien lay in bed replaying his morning over and over in his head.

He had woken up with Marinette in his arms, her legs tangled in his. For a long time, he pretended to stay asleep so he could savor this moment. He resumed tracing his fingers tenderly over her arm and started drawing out letters and phrases on her skin. Marinette. I like you. I think you like me too. I am Chat Noir.

When she finally stirred, she looked up sleepily at him and he was starstruck. He would have killed to wake up next to her every morning if it meant she looked like this. Her hair was messy, her cheeks flushed, her lips sparkling in the morning light sifting through the window. She stared at him for a moment with confusion, before her eyes blowing wide. She made no attempt to get up which made him happy.

“Morning, sleepy head,” he said finally.

“How-how long have you been up?” she stuttered, her voice rough with sleep.

“A while,” he decided on the truth. “I didn’t want to wake you.”

She rubbed her eyes and yawned. “What time is it?”

“I don’t know.”

He heard Nino snore from the other couch.

She hummed. “Probably still early since Alya isn’t up yet.”

He made a face. “She stays up late and gets up early?”

Marinette rolled her eyes and nodded. “I don’t understand it either.”

She started to get up, but Adrien tightened his grip. “Wait,” Her eyes went wide again. “We don’t have to get up yet.” He didn’t ever want to let her go.

“I know, but,” she blushed, but still pushed the covers off of them. “I gotta go.”

His cheeks got hot. “Oh, sorry. Go ahead.”

She wouldn’t meet his eyes. “I can come back, though. You know, if you want.” Her voice was small, and he wondered vaguely if she was as nervous as he was.

“Yes, please,” he exhaled in relief.

She smiled timidly and scampered off.

Unfortunately, before she was able to crawl back next to him on the couch, their friends had woken up and they all began to cook breakfast.

He wasn’t able to take his eyes off of her all through breakfast, sharing butterfly inducing smiles and watching her blush before shying away from his gaze. She was absolutely breathtaking in the most effortless way. He was absolutely taken by this girl who had made her way into his heart without him even realizing it.

With the way she was flirting back with him and returning his smiles, he was almost sure she felt the same way about him. He had never thought in a million years the girl he liked would have feelings for him, too.

He was having the best morning of his life. Sitting next to the girl of his dreams and his two best friends was the happiest he’d been in a long time. That was, until he had to make his way back to Nino’s house.

They had made it back in time, and now it was all he could do but reminisce about his magical morning.

“If I have to hear you sigh one more time, I’m going to barf,” Plagg interrupted his thoughts. “And I just ate a slice of aged camembert.”

“Plagg, have you ever been in love?”

“No. Unless you count cheese.”

Adrien ignored the small god. “I think she likes me back.”

“Oh, so we’re officially over the bug?”

“I think I’m going to ask her on a date.”

“I’ll take that as a yes, then.”

“So you think she’ll say yes?”

“Would your father even allow you to date someone? I mean, he barely lets you go to school as it is.”

Plagg had a point. If his father found out he had a crush, he might take Adrien out of school. Then again, “If he knew it was Marinette, the promising designer, he might approve.”

“And what if he doesn’t?” Plagg gave his chosen a sympathetic look. “Look, kid. I’d love to sit around all day doing nothing but eating cheese all cooped up in your room, but I know you’d be miserable. Is she worth that?”

Adrien stared at the floor trying to process his feelings. Going back to homeschooling, he would be miserable. But the thought of seeing Marinette at school every day with nothing but a simple question separating him from holding her and never letting go was just as horrible. Although, being able to look at her daily did have a lot more perks than the alternative.

He held his head in his hands. “I don’t know what to do.”

“Well,” the kwami offered with a mischievous grin. “There is one way to have both. But you’re not going to like it.”

“Tell me,” Adrien begged hopelessly.

“You could just date her in secret.”

His first instinct was to shout ‘no way, I can’t lie,’ and shun the kwami for even suggesting such an utterly ridiculous idea. But he couldn’t bring himself to. He had to admit he was intrigued by the idea. But what would Marinette think about it? If she even said yes.

This whole debacle was completely hypothetical of course, because he still wasn’t 100% sure she even had feelings for him back. He assumed so based on last night and this morning alone, but there was still a margin for error. In fact, up until yesterday he thought she was in love with Luka.

“I mean, you should at least talk to her first, right kid?”

Adrien nodded. He should. What had he to lose?

Going to school like a normal kid, his friends, his father’s fragile trust, just to name a few.

But he knew he had the whole world to gain.

He convinced his bodyguard to drive him to the bakery on the guise of getting macarons as a surprise present for his father and Natalie. Did he also bribe him with the promise of chouquette’s? Who’s to say.

His heart was thrumming in his ears. His nervous anticipation almost matching the night he confessed to Ladybug with that rooftop picnic.

“Drop me off here, please,” he said. It was a couple blocks away, but he couldn’t bring himself to be dropped off at the front door. He wanted at least the semblance of privacy even though he knew he had none.

As he walked towards his heart, he struggled to find the right words to say to her. In the end, he settled on asking her for a date and making the confession Future Adrien’s problem.

He stopped at the cross walk directly across from the patisserie and glanced up only to have his heart shatter. He watched in morbid fascination as a blush formed on her cheeks and she leaned forward to press her lips against Luka’s cheek. His stomach dropped as she pulled the guitar player in through the doors her giggle reverberating painfully in his ears.

He stood statuesque on the sidewalk for several minutes before turning sharply on his heel. His mouth was dry and there was a weight oh his chest making it difficult to breathe as he shuffled his way back through the crowded streets.

So, he thought bitterly. It wasn’t me after all.

He plopped himself into the backseat of the car, ignoring his driver’s inquisitive looks.

“They were closed,” he offered his weak explanation.

He stared at his hands, eyes stinging with defeat. He had to find something positive about this. He had to. Otherwise, he would lose himself.

He recalled the confident smile that formed on her face as she looked at someone who was not him. At least she seemed happy.

He could be content with being her friend as long as she was happy. Right?

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eviesmyspiritanimal · 5 years

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Arachnophobia

Summary: Evie returns to her and Mal's shared room to find that a small and brown visitor has come to their bathroom...

Evie stumbled into her and Mal’s shared room, her entire body reflecting precisely just how exhausted she was.

“Hi, Walking Dead. Don’t eat my brains, ‘kay?” Mal teased from her spot upon her bed where she sat playing on her phone. Evie grumbled something in response before she fell face-first on her bed in pure fatigue.

“How was your day?”

Grunt.

“That bad, huh?”

Evie nodded her head against the quilts, not knowing if Mal could see her agreement or not.

“Why don’t you come over here and talk about it if it was that horrid?” Mal patted the spot nearby her on her own bed.

Evie slid off of her bed with such dramatic effort that Mal couldn’t help but chuckle.

The bluenette then proceeded to trudge over to Mal’s bed, and she flopped down on it just as she had on hers. The green-eyed girl grinned, reaching up and stroking Evie’s hair soothingly.

“So go ahead and tell ol’ Doc Mal what’s ailing you,” Mal instructed, laughing a bit at her own attempts at being humorous.

Evie turned her head over to the side so that she could look at her sister.

“My day has royally sucked.” Mal raised an eyebrow.

“Sounds serious. You normally don’t lower yourself to ‘Mal Words.’” Evie finally rewarded Mal’s attempts at drawing out happiness with a small smile.

“Mal Words” had been Evie’s dubbing of anything that was even slightly inappropriate or uncouth to say in polite conversation. Which included lots of Mal’s vocabulary.

“But really. Tell me about it.” Evie sighed before beginning her ultimate tale of woe.

“Well, I ran into Chad Charming and jerk face self and he’s hitting on me again.”

“I thought he was with Audrey.”

“You know their relationship doesn’t matter a bit to him. At least, until she finally gets fed up with all of his cheating.” Mal nodded in solemn agreement. Even though she didn’t like Audrey, she didn’t think the occasionally snobby girl deserved that.

“I’ve got finals coming up that I’m kind of lowkey freaking out about, I’ve got a big project coming up for Chemistry, the regular school grind is just grating on my already fried nerves. Oh, and I’ve got three more orders for dresses, which is-”

“Gosh, E! Three more on top of the thirteen you’ve already got to get done by next week?” Mal questioned in complete shock, the arm holding her phone going limp and falling to her side as she stared at Evie.

“It’s actually three more on top of sixteen,” Evie guiltily corrected.

“Evie, you are overworking yourself again,” Mal informed her, accentuating the “again” with a light smack to the back of Evie’s head. Evie huffed in response.

“I know… But I can’t really do anything about it.”

“A good start would be setting a maximum amount of dresses that you will work on at a time.”

“But I’ve got to please my customers…”

“The first thing you need to think about is pleasing yourself,” Mal told her, attempting a wise smile as she looked down at Evie. It was so out of place on Mal’s normally mischievous face that Evie’s first impulse was to laugh.

“I guess…”

“And to do that, you probably need something to help you relax,” Mal leaned down to her level and raised an eyebrow. Evie reached her hand out and grabbed Mal’s shoulder, squeezing feebly in the midst of her tired state.

“You think you could stumble in there and get yourself a shower? Would you enjoy that?” Mal questioned in a tone that almost seemed as if she were talking to a child.

“A shower would be nice,” Evie nodded her head.

“Well, go do it. Hopefully you won’t be a zombie anymore by the time you’re out,” Mal grinned, winking as she picked her phone back up from its place on the bed.

Evie was glad that Mal was at least trying to make jokes and stay positively upbeat. It certainly made her feel better even if she was exhausted.

She stuffed her face back in the quilts, trying to work up the energy required to drag herself off the bed. Finally, after much stockpiling of determination, Evie got up and headed for the door on the other side of the room.

Evie walked into the bathroom tiredly, her mind set upon that nice, hot shower Mal suggested so that she could alleviate all of the stress of the day. After she sat her phone down on the counter nearby the sink, she kicked her shoes off, and, as she always did, she found her favorite shampoo and conditioner so that her hair would be especially bouncy and soft. After all, just because she was exhausted, she didn’t get special privileges to look like a slob.

She was just about to undress when out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of something small and brown sitting in the floor. Evie stopped in her attempts to unzip the back of her dress and she focused on the shape on the tile of the bathroom.

There, not two feet away from her, was a spider of unbelievably large proportions.

Evie gasped and she stumbled backward, her exhaustion completely forgotten. She could barely suppress the scream that was almost certainly going to escape when it skittled toward her. Evie backed away slowly and grabbed the water tank part of the toilet to help herself up onto the seat so she could maybe be away from the disgusting little creature.

She pulled herself up and sighed in relief as she perched uncomfortably on top of the porcelain throne. Hopefully, it would crawl away somewhere she wouldn’t have to see it anymore and she could take her shower in peace.

However, after about five minutes, it was evident that it obviously wasn’t going anywhere.

So she enacted Plan B- call in reinforcements.

“Mal?! Come in here with your shoe!”

“An odd request, but okay. I didn’t know you were having a party and my plus-one had to be some sort of footwear,” Mal replied jokingly, her voice muffled behind the door. Evie watched as Mal opened the door and walked in.

For a moment, Mal just stared at her, her stare blank and an eyebrow raised.

“Um… Any particular reason you’re standing on the toilet? I’m pretty sure you have to sit on it, E,” Mal commented, chuckling at her own remark as she casually looked at the shoe in her hand.

“Mal! I seriously need you to squish this spider!” Evie told her desperately, the panic seeping into her voice.

Mal looked at her quizzically.

“And where is this spider?”

“Right beside you!” Evie pointed, freaking out a little bit as she saw the spider move a few centimeters near Mal’s bare feet.

Mal immediately sobered and she looked down beside her with some foreign emotion on her face. As soon as Mal spotted it there in the floor nearby her, Evie was nearly knocked off of her place on the toilet.

Mal was currently clinging onto her and trying to find some way to get on the toilet with her. Evie was wiggling around, trying to stay balanced as Mal continued to attempt to climb.

“Mal, why aren’t you squishing it?!”

“It’s the biggest friggin’ spider I’ve ever seen, and you expect me to just squish it like it’s some kind of ordinary bug?!” Mal raised her voice anxiously.

“Well, yeah!” Mal soon decided she wasn’t going to be able to get on the toilet with Evie, so she settled for hanging onto the taller girl’s legs for dear life. Evie sighed a bit as she grabbed Mal’s shoulder with a hand in an attempt to comfort both of them.

“We gotta get out of here,” Mal told her, looking around as she spoke and trying to spot a way around the spider that was right in the middle of the floor.

“How are we going to do that with small, fat, and fuzzy sitting right there?” Evie questioned, in nigh hysteria.

The spider could get on her. All of its nasty, crawly, creepy legs climbing up her leg, and it surely had huge fangs that at any point could take a giant bite out of her.

“What if we eased along the edge of the room and snuck out through the door?” Mal suddenly interrupted her temporary lapse of sanity. Evie nodded her head slowly, eyeing the escape route eagerly.

Mal carefully stepped aside from Evie, reaching up and grasping her hand tightly. She moved along the wall, and Evie gently stepped down from her position on the toilet. They then both continued shimmying their way over to the doorway, with their eyes trained upon the spider.

“Do you think we’re going to make it past it?” Evie asked, her voice low so she perhaps wouldn’t provoke the eight-legged menace to come after her. Mal never took her eyes off of the hairy thing as they slid along the wall at the pace of a snail.

“Hopefully. If not, then it’s been nice knowing you, E,” Mal murmured under her breath.

They promptly reached the door and as soon as Mal began to back out, the spider leapt into action crawling toward them at a fast pace. Evie screeched, and Mal nearly fell on her behind in her haste to get out the door.

Evie pushed past her impending doom and hurried out the bathroom door. Mal quickly shut it and both girls sighed in relief.

They shared a glance and chuckled breathlessly.

“I think we did it,” Mal grinned, her eyes sparkling with the entire excitement of their previous encounter. Evie returned her smile easily, but it quickly dissipated upon the realization of their current predicament.

“But now we’ve got a spider in our bathroom.” Mal’s happiness disappeared almost as soon as it came when Evie spoke those dreadful words.

However, after a moment of thought, Mal looked back at her with a positively wicked smile.

“Don’t worry, I think I’ve got just the thing,” the purple-haired girl told her, increasingly resembling the Cheshire Cat.

That was really concerning.

………………………………………………………………………………………………………

“Mal, are you really sure this is going to work?”

“Evie, honestly. Have I ever steered you wrong?”

“Well-”

“That was rhetorical.”

Evie truly couldn’t see how a pillow fortress, tongs, two big oven mitts, and a can of pepper spray were going to help their situation, but she put her faith in her sister in hopes that perhaps Mal knew what she was doing. It was almost like they were waging war on the spider.

Evie hated the spider, too, but it really just made her want to crawl into her bed and hide under the blankets. It most assuredly didn’t inspire feelings anywhere close to Mal’s overwhelming hostile fight mode.

“Okay, so I think everything’s set up,” Mal placed her hands on her hips and looked down at her handiwork. Evie huffed from her position in the middle of the pillows.

“Are you sure you really want to invoke its wrath?”

“This is a spider. Not a wolverine,” Mal rolled her eyes, throwing her hands out in a gesture that conveyed just how ridiculous she thought Evie was being.

Evie sighed and looked at the bathroom door somewhat fearfully. She really, really, really didn’t want that door to be opened.

All she had wanted was a shower. Was that truly too much to ask?

“Okay, so I’m going to open the door, and when I do, have the pepper spray ready,” Mal instructed, cracking her knuckles in preparation. Evie stared up at her, wide-eyed. “It’s going to probably-”

“You want me to spray it?” Evie interrupted, her disbelief evident in her tone. Mal eyed her strangely but nodded her head.

“Yes… It’s probably going to try to attack when I open it, so be-”

“You want me to spray it?” Evie interrupted once again, completely against the idea. Spraying it could just make it madder, and Evie certainly didn’t want its disgusting little eyes considering her a primary target.

“Evie, don’t chicken out on me now,” Mal pleaded, walking over nearby the pillow fort. Mal extended her hands, her fingers reaching out. Evie raised her own hands quickly and took Mal’s firmly.

“Think of the nice, steaming hot shower you’ll be having in just a few minutes. Those burning streams of water pounding on those sore muscles. Won’t that be great?” Evie sighed and looked down, thinking about how wonderful it would definitely feel. She glanced back at Mal and noticed that she now had a grin on her face.

“So are you on board now?” Mal questioned, just a hint of a pouty lip edging out. It was almost laughable, and Evie couldn’t help but smile at her.

“You are going to be the death of both of us,” Evie scolded lightly but eventually nodded her head in agreeance with Mal’s idea.

“Alrighty!” Mal let go of Evie’s hands and stood in front of the door, pulling the oven mitts on each hand. Evie watched carefully as Mal got into a fight stance.

“Opening the door in three,” Evie gripped the can a little tighter, poising her finger on the button to spray, “two,” she wasn’t so sure about going through with this anymore, “one!”

And Mal opened the door.

And she screamed when the spider was right there in the doorway.

Everything fell into pandemonium at that point. Evie accidentally sprayed the contents of the can all over the floor just behind Mal. When Mal stumbled backwards to get away from the arachnid, she started slipping and sliding on the slickness caused by the spray, quickly followed by her crashing onto the ground in front of Evie.

“Mal! Get over here!” Evie grabbed at her arms desperately, trying to pull her over the pillow barrier. It didn’t take Mal long to recover from the shock of falling, and so she quickly got on her hands and knees and clambered over the cushiony wall.

As soon as she was over the pillows, Evie grabbed her arm tightly, pulling her near her as they watched the nasty little brown thing on the floor. Mal groaned quietly as they both hid the best they could.

“Good grief, you’d think this thing was invincible or has supernatural powers,” Mal proclaimed, completely frustrated with the entire situation.

“Yeah… Do you think we should just give up now and move out of our room and into another one?” Evie asked her, half-serious in her inquiry.

“Evie, this is our room, not that pest’s. I’m going to go get the boys to come squish it.” Mal started to get up, but the spider moved a bit when she arose. She quickly returned to her previous spot.

“Or I could not go get them.”

If it had been any other situation, Evie probably would have laughed at Mal’s sudden cowardice that was so opposite of her usual self. But in this particular instance, Evie could completely sympathize. Evie took her hand gently, squeezing lightly as they both sat for a moment.

Mal looked over at her and smiled softly, one of her few and far between genuine smiles that were reserved especially for very few people in her life.

For a moment they just sat there, staring at the creature some more, but before long, Mal practically scared Evie out of her skin with her emphatic exclamation.

“I’ve got an idea! Let’s text the boys!” Mal grinned widely, letting go of Evie and searching her pockets the best that she could considering she was lying on the floor.

“Mal?”

“What?” Mal responded, still looking for her phone.

“Your phone’s over there on my vanity,” Mal’s eyes widened a bit as she glanced at the purple and green phone resting on the table that was frighteningly nearby the spider. However, she wasn’t going to be deterred that easily.

“Well, what about yours?” Mal asked.

“I left it in the bathroom when I was getting ready to shower,” Evie apologetically explained, grinning guiltily as Mal facepalmed in total exasperation.

“This is ridiculous.”

“R-I-D-I-C-U-L-O-U-S,” Evie chanted teasingly, glancing over at Mal mirthfully. As much as the purple-haired girl wanted to stay mad about the situation at hand, Mal couldn’t help but chuckle over that.

“Yeah… Definitely R-I-D-I-C-U-L-O-U-S, alright.”

The spider suddenly moved toward their pillow fort, successfully frightening both of them. Evie stuffed her face into a cushion and Mal scooted back a bit.

“We seriously need help,” Evie told Mal, her voice muffled by the pillow.

After a moment of shared silence, however, Evie jumped to attention.

“Hey, do you hear something?” Evie suddenly spoke up. Sure enough, there were footsteps approaching in the hall.

“I’m going to yell and see if whoever it is will come in here and save us,” Mal informed her. Evie held her face in her hands ashamedly as Mal took in a breath to raise her voice.

“This is going to be embarrassing.”

“Yeah, well, I’m long past the point of getting embarrassed about this. Right now, I just want to be able to come out from hiding.

“Hey! Whoever’s out there?! Can you come in here and help us?!” Mal shouted, testing and seeing if the person outside would respond.

They were both quiet until the door suddenly opened and in came the best person to handle the job besides Jay or Carlos.

“What is all of this?” Lonnie asked, gesturing at the entire room with her eyes wide. Evie awkwardly smiled up at her.

“We’re trying to handle a spider,” Evie told her quietly, her entire face lit up brighter than a Christmas tree.

Lonnie, just like any other person that could’ve possibly stumbled upon the two of them, couldn’t help but laugh at the entire setup. And so she did. She laughed so heartily that even Evie in her terribly ashamed state couldn’t help but laugh along with her.

However, Mal didn’t share quite the same amused sentiment, and rather simply raised an eyebrow, looking at the Chinese girl.

“Well, are you going to squish it, or are you just going to sit there and laugh like it’s the funniest thing you ever saw?” Mal asked, completely unimpressed with Lonnie’s mirth at their expense.

Suddenly, Lonnie sobered and looked almost offended.

“Squish it?! No! We can’t do that! I’m going to set it free,” Lonnie announced, walking over to the spider. Mal and Evie gawked at the scene before them as Lonnie proceeded to pick up the spider by its legs. She opened the window with her free hand and she gently sat it on a nearby bush.

“There you go, little one. Go live in the wild where you belong,” Lonnie happily waved at it, shutting the window gently as she watched it from behind the glass.

“Why did you let it go?” Mal finally inquired. Evie looked at Mal and then back at Lonnie, her gaze communicating a similar question.

“Just because they’re little and creepy and crawly doesn’t mean that they don’t have feelings and a mind of their own,” Lonnie shrugged. After a moment of awkward silence in which Mal and Evie were mentally questioning in what world was Lonnie a spider-sympathizer, Lonnie threw them both a grin.

“Welp, I guess I’ll leave you girls to it.” Lonnie then went about her merry way out the door.

Once she was gone, Evie shared a glance with Mal.

“Definitely not what I expected and not quite what I hoped for,” Mal finally spoke.

“Me neither.”

………………………………………………………………………………………………………

That night, Mal and Evie were reclined on Evie’s bed, Mal peacefully working on a sketch and almost asleep as Evie quietly read a book and played with Mal’s hair gently. Mal was enjoying the attention she was getting from her sister greatly, even if she’d never admit it.

The mess of pillows and spray all over the floor was cleaned up and Evie finally had gotten that shower she had longed for so badly. The entire room was heavy with the combined scent of Evie’s perfume and pepper spray stink.

The two girls really couldn’t detect the stench anymore, though. They were both mostly used to it at this point.

Ultimately, everything was completely calm and silent except for their occasional mundane chatter.

However, all that changed within just a few seconds.

“Girls!” Jay and Carlos suddenly burst into the room. Evie paused in her calming ministrations and they both looked up, simultaneously curious and shocked at the unexpected arrival.

“Yes?” Mal questioned, her voice groggy from her state of slipping consciousness.

The two boys shared a wide grin and Jay held up a DVD. Mal couldn’t make out what the title was or even what the cover had on it from her position.

“We found this really cool movie in the media center and thought you two might be interested. Or at least Mal would be,” Jay told them.

“And what is this ‘really cool movie’?” Evie curiously eyed the two of them, an easy smile playing on her lips.

“It’s called Tarantula,” Mal and Evie both froze in place immediately at the mention of the name, all muscles tensed as they shared a concerned glance. “It’s really old, but it looks like a horror-thriller kind of movie.”

“Y’know, giant spider takes over the world, eats people, destroys cities. The really crazy stuff,” Carlos explained further.

“You wanna watch it with us?”

“NO!!!” the two girls screeched with perfect timing, both of their voices blending into one giant expression of negation as Evie grabbed her pillow and hid her head under it and Mal eyed them like a caged animal as she clung onto Evie the best that she could.

“Okay, okay!” Jay held out his hands in a placating gesture as both boys went out the door as quickly as they could manage.

Once they had left and had trekked down the hall for a considerable distance, Carlos looked over at Jay, an eyebrow raised.

“Dang, what’s got into those two?”

“I dunno, you’d think they were scared of spiders.”

“Mal and Evie? Scared of a spider? Man, no way. They used to be VKs, not pansies.”

“Oh, well. It’s a good thing that we’re not scared of spiders. Right, Frosted Flake?” Jay questioned, ruffling Carlos’ hair with a hand as he grinned widely.

“Yep,” Carlos eventually agreed, but not before he had huffed and waved Jay’s hand away, fixing his hair back the way it was.

However, they both stopped quickly upon the sight of a small, brown figure in the floor in front of them.

Both the boys and the spider were still for a moment, just watching each other soundlessly.

That is, until the spider moved a bit in their direction.

“AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!”

A/N: I hope you all enjoyed! This is one of my older fanfics and it’s based somewhere between the first and second Descendants movies. I have to say, though, Evie was me in this fic. XD

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Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This)

Happy birthday, @flslp87 ! I really hope you like this fic I wrote for you because it’s a little different. We've had conversations about our mutual love for Scarecrow and Mrs. King, so I put on an 80s playlist to get inspiration. I was struck by the line about traveling the seven seas in the Eurythmics song “Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This)” and the muse just took me here. I feel like there could be more to it, but I really liked the up in the air way I ended it. I actually think you could right part two with lots of steamy scenes with our ship, lol, because you are so good at that!

Summary: Nothing has been normal since Emma snatched that dreamcatcher from the motel. She keeps dreaming of a pirate with a hook with blue eyes the color of the forget-me-not and of a profound melancholy . . . or are they Emma’s dreams at all?

Rated G because our OTP doesn’t technically “meet.” And this could totally be canon in my opinion . . .

Trigger warning: I just thought I should warn everyone that I did something completely new for me: I wrote from Neal’s point of view and tried to get in his head and, you know, NOT make him a complete asshole. I know, I’m shocked myself.

Words: almost 4,000

Also on Ao3 and part of my Fandom Birthday Playlist

Tagging the usuals: @snowbellewells @let-it-raines @kmomof4 @whimsicallyenchantedrose @winterbaby89 @teamhook @bethacaciakay @thislassishooked @delirious-latenight-laughs @branlovestowrite @kday426 @jennjenn615 @tiganasummertree @shireness-says @optomisticgirl @welllpthisishappening @wellhellotragic @distant-rose @snidgetsafan

Sweet dreams are made of this

Who am I to disagree?

I travel the world

And the seven seas,

Everybody's looking for something.

“Aw look, the granola family left a dreamcatcher!”

Emma turned to Neal with the dreamcatcher dangling from her fingertips, smile

gracing her face. Neal, however, frowned in confusion.

“You know,” Emma continued, drawing closer to her boyfriend’s side, “it catches the bad dreams so you only have good dreams.”

“Right,” he chuckled, and Emma shook her head as she hung the dreamcatcher back on the lampshade. Neal was always funny about things like that: fables, legends, fairy tales. It never failed; he always changed the subject when they came up. She got it, of course. Who wants to believe in that sort of thing when all life has handed you is a shit show?

“You know what we should do?” Changing the subject, as usual, yet Emma didn’t protest when he pulled her into his arms.

“What?” Emma wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Maybe we should stop this whole Bonnie and Clyde routine. Settle down.”

Emma laughed, shaking her head as she stepped out of his embrace. “Where? Neverland?” He might as well believe in fairy tales, after all, to suggest something like that.

“I’m serious. We can get jobs, maybe even a house.”

He looked around and yanked the cheesy framed advertisement off the wall, the one that marked where other motels for this cheap chain could be found. He tossed it onto the bed and gestured to it with a flourish.

“Go ahead. Pick. Anywhere you want.”

Emma eyed him with hesitant enthusiasm, trying and failing to keep the smile off her face. She was so in love, so giddy with happiness living life with someone by her side for the first time, that his words actually sounded possible. She closed her eyes and put a finger on the map. When she opened them . . .

“Tallahassee,” she breathed, “does that mean there’s a beach?”

Neal grinned broadly, pulling her into his arms again. “It’s Florida. There’s gotta be a beach somewhere nearby.”

Emma kissed him. “Tallahassee.”

When they left, she grabbed the dreamcatcher and hid it inside her jacket. They needed it a lot more than the granola family did. No nightmares were going to snatch this dream away from her.

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Emma blinked, then rubbed her eyes. Why couldn’t she see clearly? She shook her head, but the hazy air, like cobwebs floating before her vision, remained.

“Milah! Milah!” a voice cried.

Emma turned towards the sound. There, in the middle of the hazy gray of the place was a man – a pirate? He certainly looked like one, dressed all in black leather from head to toe. He looked panicked, turning around in circles and yelling that same name – Milah - over and over.

Emma drew closer, a question on her lips, but her voice wouldn’t work. The man began to run towards a shadowy figure in the distance, and Emma found herself drawn after him. The man’s legs moved as if he were treading water in molasses, and likewise Emma couldn’t get her legs to work properly either.

“I can’t get to you!” he screamed, moving even closer, and the figure laughed, running farther away.

The man was crying now, begging the figure not to go, falling to his knees. The surroundings turned into jungle instead, though still just as hazy and dark. Emma felt an oppressive heat, and her chest tightened. The man stumbled to his feet, and he looked unseeing straight at Emma. She was struck by his eyes: not only how blue they were, but by the deep sadness glistening in them. He lifted both hands to his face as sobs wracked his body. Suddenly, his left hand was gone and blood streamed from the stump that remained. Emma stumbled back, the scene grotesque as the man screamed in agony.

Figures flooded in from all sides, crowding in around the man. One looked familiar, like a figure Emma had seen somewhere before.

“What’s the matter, Captain?” the figure said. It came into focus, and Emma realized it was just a boy. “I so wanted us to play. Does your hand hurt?”

The man stood, and at the end of his left hand was a hook -

Emma jerked awake, breathing hard. She lifted a shaking hand to her damp brow. Neal sat up next to her, groaning, and as she replayed the dream in her head, she started to laugh, almost hysterically.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Neal grumbled.

“Know how I joked about us settling down in Neverland?” she laughed. “Well, I just dreamed about Captain Hook and Peter Pan.”

“What?”

Emma shook her head incredulously at the angry tone of Neal’s voice and the slack-jawed expression on his face.

“Yeah, I dreamed about a pirate with a hook and a kid who looked just like Peter Pan in the movies.” Emma drew her knees up, uncomfortable in the cramped backseat of the Bug. They hadn’t been able to find anywhere else to crash for the night.

“That’s weird,” Neal commented in a strained voice.

“You’re the one being weird,” Emma laughed. “It was just a dream.”

Neal shook his head and gave her a forced smile. “Yeah, I know.”

Emma reached up and absentmindedly fiddled with the dreamcatcher she had hung in the back window. “Captain Hook was different though,” she murmured, “he was . . . handsome. With really blue eyes that had a . . . profound melancholy.”

“What did you say?” Neal bit out.

Emma jerked away from the dreamcatcher, brow furrowed at her boyfriend’s angry tone. “His eyes were the blue of the forget-me-not with a profound melancholy. Like in the book Peter Pan?”

“Like you read much,” Neal snorted.

“I read it a lot has a kid,” she shot back, “it was one of my favorites.”

Neal shrugged. “Whatever, Ems.”

“What the hell is your problem!”

“You wake up and go on and on about some hot guy in your dream. How am I supposed to feel?

Emma rolled her eyes “Are you serious?”

“Yeah, I am,” he snapped, yanking open the door and getting out.

“Neal,” she called after him, “don’t be an idiot! It was a dream! God, I’m sorry, okay?”

“Whatever. I need air.” He reached in to grab his coat, and pointed angrily at the dreamcatcher. “And get rid of that stupid thing!”

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When Emma opened her eyes, the ground swayed beneath her. Above her was a dark sky twinkling with stars and a white sail flapping in the wind. She scrambled to her feet and saw that she was on a ship, an old sailing ship, like in a pirate movie. She turned when the floorboards squeaked, and she saw the same man as before, the pirate with the hook, coming up from below deck.

“Hello?” he called, looking around with a worried expression. “Where is everyone?”

Emma held her breath, wondering if this time he would see her, but again he looked right through her. He called out several names as he strode across the deck – the names of his crew perhaps?

“You’re alone, little brother,” a voice called out, “you’d better get to the wheel.”

“Yes, Liam, you’re right,” the dark-haired pirate murmured in response, “you always are.”

He moved in an almost dreamlike state to the upperdeck and took his place behind the wheel. Emma followed him, the ship swaying more beneath her feet. She stumbled just as she reached the wheel, almost falling against it. The pirate struggled with the wheel as thunder rumbled and lightning flashed overhead. An eerie song floated through the air as the ship crashed into the rocks.

“Bloody mermaids,” the pirate grumbled.

Emma was sent sprawling across the deck. Every time she struggled to her feet, she was knocked over once again. This dream felt so much more real than the last one. The ship pitched and rolled as rain poured from the heavens. Emma screamed when she looked up to see a giant wave poised over the ship. The pirate turned his gaze upon her, and their eyes met. Did he see her?

“Lass!” he shouted, reaching a hand out for her, but before Emma could crawl towards him and take it, the wave crashed into the ship -

Emma gasped upon waking this time, almost as if she had just been clutched from a watery grave. Her sheets and her hair were drenched with sweat, and her heart hammered in her chest.

“Emma?” Neal asked her, worry in his voice. “You’re trembling and sweating. Are you sick?”

Emma shook her head, “No, I’m fine. It was just a dream.”

And it felt so real . . .

It was pitch black, but when Emma took a step, she realized there was water all over the floor. It sloshed over her bare feet, yet it was too shallow to reach her ankles. As her eyes adjusted to her surroundings, she gasped. The water was viscous and black, clinging to her skin.

“Hello?” she called, her voice echoing in the emptiness.

She heard someone crying and tried to move towards the sound, though it was hard to get a sense of direction in this place. The crying grew louder, and she knew it was a child. Finally, there, just ahead, a figure curled in on itself. Light from an unknown source surrounded whoever it was. The closer she got, the more sure Emma was. It was a child. A little boy.

“Are you okay?” she asked, crouching down to better see the little boy’s face. His eyes were bright blue and freckles dotted his cheeks.

“He’s gone away,” he sniffled. “They’ve all gone away.”

“Who?”

“Everyone.”

The way the child said that word – everyone – caused terror to fill Emma’s heart. Suddenly, in the boy’s face, she could imagine her own.

“What are you doing here?”

Emma spun around at the sound of the adult voice behind her. She stumbled backwards to see the pirate from her other two dreams standing before her.

“I . . . I . . . “

“You shouldn’t be here,” he spat.

“Who are you?” Emma asked.

The man narrowed his eyes. “Why do I keep dreaming about you?”

“Why do I keep dreaming about you?”

“You have to get her out of her!” the little boy interrupted their senseless argument. “You know what happens next.”

The boy stood, revealing his scrawny frame clad in a long nightshirt from a long-ago era. What was it about little kids in creepy situations that made things ten times more terrifying?

“What’s he talking about?” Emma asked the pirate.

The dark-haired man rolled his eyes and grabbed her hand. Emma snatched it away.

“I’m not going anywhere with you!”

“Fine,” he snapped, “let it take you then.”

“Let what take me?”

“The darkness,” the little boy said in a flat voice, “it always gets us.”

“Quit talking like we’re two people,” the pirate snapped.

Emma looked long at the little boy’s face, then the pirates: the same dark hair, the same blue eyes, the same tiny scar on one cheek.

“He’s you and you’re him!”

“Bloody brilliant of you, lass,” the pirate snapped.

“I think she’s smart,” the little boy said, “and pretty.”

“How would you know?” The pirate ran his hand through his dark hair, causing it to stick up in all directions. “Great, now I’m talking to myself. This isn’t usually how this nightmare goes.”

Emma narrowed her eyes. “You’ve had this dream before?” She shook her own head, grasping her temple in both hands. “What am I saying, I’m dreaming this!” She was getting a headache. Could you even get a headache in your sleep?

The little boy took her hand. “I’ll get her out if you won’t.”

The room shook, and the pirate swore under his breath. “Bloody hell.”

Emma cried out as the strange, thick black water began to bubble and lap at her ankles. “What the -”

“Give me your hand, love.” He rolled his eyes when she once again hesitated, then added, “The name’s Killian Jones, okay? Captain Jones.”

“Captain Hook?” Emma asked incredulously, glancing down at his hook. Oh shit, she probably shouldn’t have pissed him off.

“Ah, so you’ve heard of me!” he exclaimed with a cocky grin.

“You could say that . . . “

This was by far the weirdest dream she’d ever had.

The room shook again, and Emma yelped as she felt herself sink. Without hesitation, she took Killian’s hand. Or his adult hand anyway, her other still clasped in the little boy’s. Who was also Kilian, apparently. God this was bizarre.

The three of them began running as best they could through the sticky substance at their feet. Since this . . . darkness always got them, according to the little boy, how where they supposed to get away?

“You have light in you,” the little boy said as if he’d read her mind, “so you can get out.”

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, Emma saw the outline of a door ahead. Light spilled out of the cracks around it, getting stronger and brighter the closer they got. Yet the closer they got to the door, the more the black tar at their feet battled to pull them down. It seemed to have tentacles now, reaching up to grasp at their legs, their arms. The little boy screamed and almost got pulled under, so Emma stopped and scooped him up in her arms. The door was only about three feet away and was swinging open, they could make it . . .

Emma glanced back and screamed to see a large, gaping mouth form out of the darkness. It was like a large, sticky crocodile jaw, and it was bearing down on them. The adult Killian shoved her and the boy towards the door, and the tar like jaws closed over his waist.

Emma’s hip hit firm ground, one arm still wrapped around the little boy. Her hand still held fast to Killian’s, but he was being pulled under by the darkness.

“No!” Emma screamed as she tried to hold on. Something in Killian’s bright blue eyes compelled her to fight to save him.

“I’ll never forget you, lass,” he said before his hand slipped out of hers and he was pulled into the inky black.

“Killian!”

“Killian!” Emma screamed, her arms flailing, searching. “Killian!”

“Emma!” a hand was on her shoulder.

“Killian?” she asked, her eyes flying open, but hovering over her was Neal. And he looked angry.

“Where did you hear that name?” he demanded.

Emma was gasping for air, trying to process the dream she had just had. It was the strangest of all she’d had since she got the dreamcatcher, but it has also seemed the most real. The dreamcatcher! Emma sat up quickly, her head almost hitting the top of the broken-down conversion van they had found in the scrap yard to make into a temporary home. She grabbed the dreamcatcher from the window where she’d hung it before going to bed.

‘The pirate’s name is Killian,” she whispered, staring in amazement at the dreamcatcher.

Before she even knew what was happening, Neal had snatched the dreamcatcher out of her hands. With a shout of rage, he snapped the frame in half. Emma shouted for him to stop, but he wouldn’t listen. He kept attacking the dreamcatcher with his bare hands, wood snapping and thread breaking. Then he tore the feathers to shreds and crushed the beads beneath his heels. For reasons she couldn’t quite put into words, Emma sobbed as he completely destroyed.

“I’m sorry, Emma,” he gasped, his emotions spent, “nothing’s been right since you got that damn thing, and I . . . “

He trailed off, then opened the van door and stomped out. Emma lay back down, curling in on herself. She couldn’t get that last look in Killian’s eyes out of her mind. She didn’t understand any of it: why the dreamcatcher had coincided with the bizarre dreams, why the man seemed so real, or why Neal had gotten so angry. All she knew was that without the dreamcatcher, she felt bereft, like a part of her had been ripped away.

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Emma didn’t dream of him again. Neal kept asking her. He knew she was telling him the truth. For one, Emma was a surprisingly horrible liar. Second, she hadn’t once awoken crying out or sweating since he broke the dreamcatcher.

Yet his Emma simply hadn’t been the same since. Worry seemed to always wrinkle her brow, and she was often distant, like she was gazing off into a dreamworld that he couldn’t see. He cursed that damn dreamcatcher! His old warning bells had gone off when he’d seen it: the same ones that had plagued him when Wendy Darling had mentioned the shadow at her window. He should have gotten rid of it earlier; he knew what magic really was. But fear of having to tell Emma the truth about his past had made him hesitate. How could he have expressed the danger of a magical object without sounding like a lunatic? And now magic had cost him yet another girl that he loved, just like Wendy.

Just like his mother before her.

Killian? A handsome pirate with a hook named Killian? Neal’s hand clasping Emma’s tightened. Could it really be the same guy? He was still working for Pan when Neal left Neverland, so it was entirely possible he supposed. But through Emma’s dreams? And why Emma? It wasn’t even like Hook had magic himself. What game was he playing? Was this still about killing Neal’s father?

“Ow!” Emma exclaimed, yanking her hand away and rubbing it. “Afraid I’ll run away?”

Her words startled him, hitting way too close to home, but the grin on her face made him relax. Emma adored him, she would never take off like his mother did. And yes, he knew all along Hook was right. His mother had left him. Left his father, yes, but it was the same thing. She chose adventure and romance over her own son, and it left a gaping hole in his heart that nothing could ever fill.

“Sorry,” he sighed, pulling Emma close. He didn’t know what to say, so he just held her.

“Hey,” she said, pulling back to look into his face, “this isn’t still about those weird dreams, is it? Because they weren’t, like, sex dreams or anything.” She bit her lip and blushed in that cute way she had.

“Cause you only have those about me, right?”

She giggled, pressing her face against the crook of his neck. She was so innocent; it was one of the things he adored about her. He held her tighter.

“And now you’re choking me,” she joked, exaggerating a breathless voice.

He laughed at the sparkle that was back in her eyes, but then he saw something over her shoulder, and his chuckle drifted off. Emma shook him gently.

“What’s up?”

Neal shook his head to clear it. “Um, nothing, just . . . “ he reached into his pocket and pulled out the little cash they had left. They’d need to lift some more cash soon, maybe hit the park where mothers wouldn’t be watching their purses. He pressed the money into Emma’s hand. “Go over to that diner and get us some burgers.”

“Really?” Emma squealed, throwing her arms around his neck. “And onion rings?’

“Mhm, get us a booth. I’ll be right there. I just have to take care of one quick thing.”

He flashed her a smile so she wouldn’t worry, and she kissed him briefly before heading across the street. Once she was safely inside the diner, Neal turned and went inside the store that had distracted him a moment ago. Stepping inside made his chest tighten with anxiety: it was filled floor to ceiling with magic. The painted window proclaimed: Moana’s Curio Shop. A woman with tanned skin and long black hair stepped out of the back store room. She wore a flowery, one-shouldered, sundress, and another large flower was clipped in her hair. She didn’t look like the sort of person who possessed magic or ran a shop like this, but Neal knew from experience that looks can be deceiving. Pan and his Lost Boys were the greatest example of that.

“May I help you?” she young woman asked, tilting her head as she appraised him. Whatever she saw, it made a slow smile spread across her face. She marched closer, propping her hands on her hips in a scrutinizing fashion. “Never mind pretense, you are just like me, aren’t you?”

Neal shuffled nervously. “I have no idea what you mean.”

“Mhm,” she replied with a knowing grin, “stick to that story if you want.”

“I am looking for a particular item.”

“Oh really?” she asked casually as she re-organized a shelf of incense.

“My girlfriend had a dreamcatcher . . . “ he trailed off, grasping a handful of hair in frustration. How did he even begin to explain?

“And you don’t like where it’s taking her?”

“Well, I solved that problem. I broke the dreamcatcher.”

The woman shook her head and clucked her tongue. “It may have closed the opening to the dream world, but she’s still connected to the person who’s dreams she infiltrated.”

Neal’s eyes widened. “Um, what?”

She arched a brow at him. ”Don’t play dumb. You already expected as much.”

She didn’t even wait for an answer. She went to the front of the store where a display of dreamcatchers hung from the ceiling. As she placed it into his eager hands, Neal felt relief wash over him. He’d have Emma back.

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Emma arched a brow and laughed at Neal’s eager expression, the dreamcatcher he had bought her dangling from his fingers.

“Sorry?” he asked hesitantly.

Emma threw her arms around him and kissed his cheek. He’d been so weird about the dreamcatcher and even weirder about her dreams, but this showed just how badly he felt about all of it. It was kind of cute, actually, how jealous he got of a dream guy who wasn’t even real. He watched her intently as she grasped the new dreamcatcher in her hands. The room spun and the colors of the dreamcatcher seemed to meld together.

Emma stumbled, then shook her head. She smiled at Neal and kissed his cheek.

“Aw, you remembered how I liked the granola family’s dreamcatcher! Thank you!”

“You um,” he licked his lips nervously, “never had one before, right?”

“No,” Emma said, shaking her head and smiling as she watched it spin, “I never have.”

#cs ff #cs canon compliant #tallahassee #dreams #dream-sharing #dreamcatchers #fandom birthday playlist #for flslp87 #on her birthday #sweet dreams (are made of this)

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waterditinfears · 5 years

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Ariose

Prompt number: X

Original fiction: Ariose

Rating: Mature (undetailed bloody violence, general vampire bullshit, profanity)

Warnings/Tags: violence against animals (undetailed), blood, vampires

Melody woke. The last night’s hunt had gone well: she came to awareness faster than usual, fast enough that when something heavy thudded against her coffin lid she blinked, ill-gotten blood flooding her veins. Even with that, moving her arm up to splay her palm against the lid felt like moving through wool, and Melody sighed, fine blond brows wrinkling. Pressing the lid up required no effort, usually: that afternoon (and she knew it was afternoon, the heavy pulse of the sun raking her bones; its buzzing song in her ears), the lid only rocked upward, then returned to its spot.

Melody blinked.

As one option, she could shove the lid away. It would splinter and crack, ruined, probably. She didn’t need to sleep in a coffin but she liked to. Enclosed and safe and dark, the theatricality a pleasant side effect. Not irreplaceable but she did not want to replace it. No, she wouldn’t harm it. Instead, she expended some of the blood, maybe from the college boy she’d found at the jazz club, bored and looking for trouble, the face of a man who would disrupt other peoples’ pleasure for his own. Melody recognized it and batted her lashes, uncaring, fangs in his neck and small hand pressed to his chest, feeling his heart slow, thrilling. She’d drained him all but dry, and his life gave her senses greater throw.

Gasoline the smell of sweat the noise of three heartbeats just outside her door a rat somewhere in the wood above her bed a spider eating a small fly buzzing smoke the smell of smoke the crack of wood fire fire fire fire eating through her trunk of clothes fire smoke--

“She won’t be able to get out of that.”

“You sure? I don’t want a fucking flaming vampire to fly outta that door and kill us all.”

“We put enough shit on top of her coffin that she won’t be able to open it, remember? It’ll be fine.”

Melody growled. The beginnings of panic sang through her, vicious claws of mindless horror digging into her limbs. She flailed, pressing both hands against the wood. Even without preternatural aid, she could almost move it, the concrete blocks skidding, scratching, making her wince with their loudness. Then the fire crackled closer, and she forced herself to freeze.

She knew better ways to escape.

More blood answered her call, and Melody closed her eyes, fingers scrabbling around a small hand mirror, tucked against her side. She threw herself into the magicks it created, drawing on oaths she’d made so many years ago that the exact words had faded before the memories of a hundred hunts in the meantime. A thousand thousand brilliant points of light, some silvery and some gold and some bright only for Him blazed before her. Two nearby, and she picked the further one, opening her eyes wide.

A flash of gilded wood hung in her peripheral vision, bright and merry, reflecting the cheap fluorescent lights that hung from the ceiling of the Indianapolis Opera House’s underbasement. Not often used, dank, filled with dusty set dressings and discarded things. Filled with Melody, and she watched down the hallway. Three young men, the same age as her dinner last night. One of them had the same gold-and-black lettering on the back of his shirt, the emblem of some local university or another. Maybe friends, maybe just curious, and Melody found it didn’t matter. One of them poured more gasoline into a metal pipe, the liquid glugging and loud in her oversensitive ears as it flowed under the crack in the door and into her room. The fire roared, and Melody could hear it spread.

“You’d better hope that was enough. And you’d better hope she wasn’t, like, a nice vampire. That’d suck, to accidentally kill a nice vampire,” one said. Shorter than the others, green hair spiked high off his scalp.

“She killed Chad,” another said. Tallest, wide with muscle. “No one kills Chad. Makes her automatically not nice. Anyway that bartender disappeared; that was probably her too.”

“Chad kinda deserved it.” The short one spoke again, heart beating faster. Reluctant. “You heard—”

“Doesn’t matter.” Middle height, hair in a neat bun at the nape of his neck, button up. “He was our brother, and we gotta defend our brothers. It’s in the pledge. Besides, not sure anyone deserves to be eaten by a vampire.”

“Kinda think it’s fuckin’ not.” Short turned away, muttering. A flicker, a flash, and Melody flitted back to her own body, in the coffin, away from prying eyes.

Gasps, yelps, shuffling.

“I saw someone!”

“Shut up, Alex!”

“In the mirror, I saw someone!”

Smoke smoke smoke gasoline crackling fire bright through the lid smoke smoke smoke

Panic choked her in a way the smoke couldn’t. Melody closed her eyes once more and expended more blood. Chad’s or someone else’s, the bartender’s, a young woman with short hair and an easy smile; her favorite bouncer, broad shoulders and laughing eyes. Melody called upon them all, greedy reach as indiscriminate as her feeding had been. Another bright star, below and to the left of her in the nothing-place of magic, and Melody threw herself to it. Body heaving through the connection between each point of exit, she gave the coffin up for good, crawling through whatever shimmering highways her agreements with Him provided.

Another room, dark, extra-sharp senses overwhelmed with the scent of mold and the scuttering of insects. Birthed from the mirror, Melody collapsed to a pre-arranged nest of pillows, velvet covered in spiderwebs. A cockroach crawled off the ear of a stuffed cat sitting in the middle, and Melody bared her teeth at it, hissing it away. Thus spent, she curled on her side, a pillow to her chest, and let the darkness cocoon her.

Melody woke. Night, the sun silent, movement less like a struggle. One limb then the other stretched out, and she rolled her neck from shoulder to shoulder, chest to back. No aches, no permanent damage, and Melody grinned at the empty darkness, fangs extended. Consideration of her next move eroded her victory. She could stay here; lay low in this backup place. Not an ounce of luxury, and no real way out: the room lay in a forgotten cellar, empty except for the mirror she’d dragged down and a few of her second-best pillows. No blood. The cat had been an afterthought. All of it, just in case the Prince of the city ever tired of Melody’s antics. Only a trapdoor, the other side of it covered by a moldering rug and a trunk filled with old costumes, situated in the very end of a row of abandoned rooms, lead to escape. That, or the mirror, and Melody felt sluggish, dinner from the night before no longer revitalizing her as it had.

She stood—or she thought she did, but the darkness was so absolute that even as she stretched her legs she couldn’t tell any difference. It would be dangerous to keep expending blood, and so she stretched both arms out long, following the path she half-remembered toward the toothpick-thin ladder that lead to freedom. Careful, careful, she climbed, pressing a palm against the door trapdoor as she reached it. Her muscles strained, a waterfall of dust and decay crumbling away from the lid as she pushed it open. Then noises flooded the small, secret room: footsteps, running down the hallway just outside, water flowing and the scent of ash. Voices that Melody couldn’t quite make out, not without risking more blood, and she bared her teeth at the inconvenience. Too hard to sneak out of a basement crawling with humans, and her self-control would be too thin to allow it, anyway.

When the trapdoor thudded closed once again, it took the ladder with it, the thing crumbling into splinters as she touched it. Melody leapt and landed on her feet, palms braced on the floor as she snorted dust out of her nose. “I hate this,” she said to no one in particular, knowing her voice wouldn’t carry but wanting to hear it anyway. “I didn’t even do anything really bad, and they burned all my things.” Neither the pillows nor the cat nor the cockroach answered, and as Melody shuffled back to the nest, she kicked one of the former out of the way, knocking over the cat and scaring any bugs that remained.

She tossed herself to the floor, frowning, and considered again. Thoughts came slowly in the dark, with her hunger just around the corner. This situation, it was the fault of those college kids, the ones who’d come after their friend, and they would suffer for it, she pouted, shuffling herself toward the mirror and her last option to get out. Spotting them would be difficult, but worthwhile, and so she pressed her palm to the cold silver of the mirror’s surface, imagining her own reflection. Frowning, hair dirty—face dirty too, still dressed in layers of lacy pajamas. When she opened her eyes, she saw the mirror highways of the city, laid out before her, and Melody frowned. Trios of openings formed elongated triangles in the parking lot of her opera house: cars, or vehicles of some kind, there on an off night. Because of the fire, she supposed, and hated it. She picked one and peered out, luck with her: a fire truck’s side mirror, no one around, situated at the end of a row, perfect for her to get the lay of the land. Too busy, too filled with hoses and strangeness, to pop out, and Melody huffed, switching to another mirror, one near the edges of her territory, far enough that it strained her blood supply to the dregs. Away from the city proper, just in case. A darkened bathroom, counter cluttered with makeup. No lights there, either, except for the dim that filtered in from the open curtains, and no noises.

Another expenditure of blood, and Melody came through that mirror snarling, feeling not at all victorious. Hunger no longer lurked, it loomed, a vicious pressure as Melody stood in the darkened bathroom. A tube of lotion fell off the counter and rolled to the floor, and footsteps, padded and soft, headed to investigate. A dog peered into the bathroom, beady black eyes staring. Melody lunged. Her fangs sank into its neck before it had time to bark, droplets of blood draining its white curls. Just enough to sate her, to stave off the senseless conviction that she’d starve without immediate blood. It hadn’t always gone that way for Melody; she remembered lean times, going for a week or more without feeding. Perhaps vampires aged after all, just differently, degraded in ways that she couldn’t have imagined as a person.

The dog thudded to the floor and Melody walked down the hall, not troubling to hide. A hoodie left on the arm of the couch caught her eye: black and gold letters. Purdue. An hour away from the opera house, but nearby this apartment, if her remembrance of the city’s layout could be trusted. She turned away, taking the hoodie with her. It caught in her hair as she shoved it over her head, covering the lace, the hem hitting her knees. No one in the apartment to stop her; they’d come home later to a dog drained dry and blood on the white counters. Melody slipped out, leaving the front door open.

Finding the trio was a matter of finding their frat house; she’d heard enough to know that much. Finding the university, at least, only meant following the brightest lights, and the little trains of students flowing from dorms to bars and back again. She slunk from shadow to shadow, listening to the chatter of slurring students heading home from late night parties, and drifted toward a little row of houses between the river and a park. Trees bordered two side and one other faced a sleepy street; the side stared into an empty field, a bonfire burning down to ash. Chad’s house, the wind-born gossip said; a party for him fading as the night slunk on and the attendees drank themselves past sorrow. Few enough of them, all men, all wearing the same shirt and ugly shorts. They all smelled of beer and sweat, the roar of the fire too hot so early in the year, and she frowned at it, not understanding.

Melody killed often; had been discovered only this once, and frustration set her face into a vicious mask as she hovered just outside the house’s bloom of lights. Students fell into rivers and ponds and drowned all the time; how had Chad been any different? Someone, she supposed, must have seen her. If she’d known so many would mourn him, she might have chosen another victim. She didn’t care for anyone’s grief but coveted her privacy, and could never go back to the opera house, that she knew. It would be safest to leave the city, and that angered her more than the destruction of all her clothes and every stuffed cat she’d decorated her walls with.

Then a familiar scent—the three men from the opera house, walking out of the front door.

“We’ve gotta dump the stuff,” Alex said, gesturing with one hand and carrying a black trash bag in the other.

“Sure, but does it have to be like, right fucking now?” Tallest spoke with a slur; drunk. “There’s the party—”

“Not like many people came,” Bun said.

“Yeah, because Chad was a douche. No one wants to party for a douche when there’s taco night just down the street.” Alex walked toward a car parked on the street, red and shiny and new. “So come the fuck on, and let’s get rid of this before someone finds out we burned down a fucking historical building.”

“He wasn’t a douche.”

Alex whirled around as he tossed the trash bag into the trunk. “Yes. He was. I already regret helping you. There wasn’t even a body so your supposed vampire wasn’t even there.” He made for the driver’s seat, and Melody laughed to herself. “This whole thing was dumb as—” he slammed the door, louder than he needed to.

“Well, a vampire wouldn’t leave a body, would they? Just ash.” Bun hopped into the car behind him, and Melody’s smile faded. She needed to remove him, at least. For the good of the city.

Tallest got in last, still grumbling, and the car began to pull out. Not here, Melody thought—to open. Her snack had given her enough energy that she ran alongside the car, sheltered in the treeline, as it meandered down the streets. Keeping pace as it drove away required little enough effort, and as the road became more rural, they slowed. Concerned, maybe, about the local fauna; maybe looking for a field for dumping. Buildings gave way to trees and empty fields, perfect for their aim. Occasional farm houses dotted the sides of the road, offset from the road and separated by half a mile or more. Melody grinned, and slowed with them, and as they stopped at an empty stop sign she moved. Her heart would have been pounding, if it still beat.

With the last of her blood, Melody found the mirror on their windshield, and held herself in the silver of it, waiting. When she heard a familiar scream, she expended just a pinch more, a drop, maybe two, and appeared in the back seat, grinning wide. Time seemed to freeze, the leather seats sticky under her palms and the wind whipping through the windows fresh, smelling of grass and growing things. She grinned wider. All her anarchy loosed, Melody lunged for Bun first, sitting next to her, fangs in his neck before he could scream. Hands tried to tug her off, but Melody laughed into the man’s throat, tearing away. Next went the tall one; he died with a gurgle, blood tasting of cheap beer and ash as she drained him. Alex yanked the wheel left and then right, and Melody started as the car began to flip toward the ditch, the screeching tires burning rubber. It rolled entirely, little explosions of glass tinkling to the sidewalk as the windows broke against the dirt. Melody hung on to the seat, riding out the wreck and smearing the blood on her chin as she tried to wipe it away.

The world came to a halt. One side of the car faced the open sky, brilliant stars scarring the dark. Melody paused to appreciate it for only a moment before kicking out the remaining glass, leaping from the window onto the asphalt and turning back to the car.

Alex had remained conscious, dragging himself from the shattered windshield with a whimper. Blood and gasoline scented the air, and Melody sauntered toward him, hands behind her back. “You were right,” she said conversationally, one foot in front of the other, rolling each step. “I wasn’t there.”

“Oh god, I’m so sorry, oh god, please—”

“And your friend, Chad. He was a douche.” Melody didn’t know that, not for sure, and she didn’t care, either. It made Alex’s green eyes widen, and she grinned, fangs all bloody. He whimpered louder.

“But unfortunately, your friend was right, and about a lot. So.”

“No, no no n—”

Disgust rose, sudden, in Melody’s throat, and she lunged, grabbing the man by the hinge of his jaw. She hefted him with one arm and snapped his neck, cutting off any further begging. Dead blood tasted worse, but she drained him anyway, unwilling to let the resource go to waste. It trickled down the corners of her lips and her neck, making rivulets down her bare legs and staining her toes. When she tossed him down at her feet, a spatter of it coated her ankle bones, and Melody huffed. “Sticky,” she muttered, stepping over the bodies and off the road, into the grass. It reached her shoulders almost, brushing across her face, and Melody smiled at it, running both hands through the blades as she walked toward the nearest farmhouse, staring up at the stars.

That night, she slept in a locked and bolted cellar, away from the light. Nothing to clutch to her chest, not even her second-best pillows, and she slept fitfully, dreaming.

“You did well.” He stood in front of her, eyes like pools of mercury and long fingers drumming on his thigh. “I was afraid you’d just let them go, and I’d have to send you after them. But you found them all by yourself.”

Melody looked at the ground. Blood flooded the bottom of this empty, echoing dream-space, the walls a fuzzy grey-black and the floor all wet. It came up to her ankles, like socks of blood on her feet. She didn’t answer.

“Patience isn’t something I’m usually known for. I’d have been disappointed if I needed to urge you, of all my servants, to revenge.”

“I need to leave the city,” Melody muttered, not looking up. “They burned my opera house.”

“I agree.” He tipped her chin up, forcing her to meet his eyes, and Melody almost shied away, afraid of the Thing in front of her, afraid of Him. He laughed at her expression, pale skin crinkling into black lines around his eyes.

“Where am I to go?” she whispered, brows tipping up.

“Do you think I care?” One black brow slowly raised, and Red Jack stared at her, expression enough that Melody sucked in a breath, fear so infrequent that the habit had remained.

“I thought—I thought maybe there was something you might want me to do, or to go,” she stuttered, and he caressed her cheek with one thumb, skin utterly smooth as it slid across hers.

“New York,” he said. “You’ll go to New York.”

Melody nodded, and dropped her head, not thinking to question it.

#inktober: mindless #whumptober kinda?#fictober #fictober2019 #oc: melody #vampire character

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danielslilangel · 6 years

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I’m Feline You- ML Fic

This is chapter one of a new fic I had a dream about yesterday where Chat Noir/Adrien is dating you. Not sure where it’s gonna go, but here it is!

Chapter One

“Where are you, stupid cat?” I whisper to myself as I take on last look outside before closing the door, locking it. If he decides he wants in later, that’s his problem, I think.

I hadn’t planned on going to sleep for quite a while since we had made plans so I sighed and plopped down on my gray love seat. Curling my feet underneath of me to keep them warm, I picked up the remote and watched as the TV flickered to life on the wall across from me.

“Shit, the candles!” I jumped up and ran to the bedroom to douse out the dancing flames before I forgot again and burned the house down. Already almost did that twice this month.

When I walked back into the living room, I stumbled towards the couch to grab the remote again and unmute it as I read the newest news headline.

LADYBUG AND CHAT NOIR TRAPPED IN FRONT OF EFFILE TOWER!

“This is Nadja Chamack reporting live from the scene where Ladybug and Chat Noir have just been captured by the latest akuma, Shepherd. He corralled our superheroes in a pen in front of the Effile Tower.”

I couldn’t help but stare at the screen, eyes wide, frozen to the spot. Until they helicopter camera zoomed in on Chat Noir’s face. As soon as I saw the panic in those emerald green eyes, I was running towards the door, barely stopping to grab my keys off the hook where they hung to the right of the doorframe.

I have never been more thankful for the mandatory clearance zones during akuma attacks than I am right now! While my apartment wasn’t far from the largest landmark in Paris, on any other day at any other time it would have taken me almost an hour to get there because of the traffic. Luckily this akuma struck at midnight on a Tuesday so I should be able to get there in a few minutes.

I’ve never gone above the speed limit before, but I didn’t once look down at my speedometer as I floored it, speeding past stop signs and stoplights, with only one thought on my mind. I have to save my kitty!

It was barely two minutes later when I turned and saw the akuma ahead. I didn’t even take the keys out of the ignition as I threw it and park and jumped from my little Mini Cooper. I could hear the akuma victim making a long-winded speech about being the only one able to defeat the famous pair as I crept behind him. The helicopter overhead moved and the spotlight briefly illuminated me, drawing both superheroes eyes to me. Luckily, this akuma was pretty egotistical so he continued talking like nothing was wrong.

I watched as Ladybug’s mouth opened and prepared myself in case she gave away my position trying to “save me”. Chat Noir was faster though and his voice rang out, cutting off both Ladybug and the akuma.

“You know Shepherd, that WHISTLE is really cool!”

“Really Chat, you think now is the best time to be giving out compliments?”

Now is the perfect time for it, I thought as I smiled, happy that he had known exactly what I was here for.

“I’m going to start with removing Ladybug’s earrings and then I’ll grab your ring too Chat Noir!”

Now directly behind the akuma, I lurched forward and ripped the silver whistle from his palm and threw it to the ground, watching as it shattered into a dozen tiny pieces.

“What?” The akuma screamed as the little purple butterfly crawled out from the largest piece of the silver charm and he fell to the ground unconscious, returning to normal. The metal gates that had been keeping Ladybug and Chat Noir held hostage released them and I didn’t spare a second glance towards Ladybug as she opened her yo-yo and captured the nasty bug. I ran straight for Chat and threw my arms around his neck, squeezing him tight as he caught me.

“Chat. Chat. Chat” I cried out. Nestling my face into the exposed skin of his neck, I pressed a kiss to him and whispered, “Adrien.”

His warm breath tickled my scalp as he rested his chin on my head and murmured my name. I knew he wouldn’t scold me for coming as I had just saved him. He knew he would have done the same thing if our roles were reversed.

“You’re so lucky I wasn’t ready to go to sleep just yet. You had me really worried when you didn’t show up tonight.”

“I know. I’m sorry. I was on my way when the Ladyblog alerted us.” He finally let go of you, but didn’t step back far as he reached an arm behind his head and smile sadly. “I should have texted or something. I didn’t mean to make you worry.”

Red erupted all around us as millions of ladybugs flew around, healing all the damage that Shepherd had caused. Ladybug walked towards us, her face unreadable as she took in our proximity to each other.

“It’s okay,” I leaned towards him to whisper in his ear, “you can make it up to me when we get back to my place.”

“That sounds absolutely paw-fect, darling.” His smile was wicked and I couldn’t wait to see that expression again and again in my bed.

Ladybug cleared her throat, cutting me off right before I could tell him just that.

“Thank you for the help, but please, next time, leave it to us. We don’t want civilians getting injured.”

“No promises Ladybug.” I shrugged my shoulders as she set her mouth into a hard line. I knew she had more that she wanted to say, but I didn’t feel up to getting lectured by her. I just wanted to race back home and start my very long evening of no sleep. I turned back to Chat. “I’ll see you later, Chaton.”

He smirked as I winked at him and headed back to my unattended car, hips shaking just a little more than usual as I felt his heated gaze on my backside.

“Who is that?” I heard Ladybug ask.

“My girlfriend.” I looked back and watched the dorky smile spread across his lips. “I gotta go, Bug!”

As I drove home, I watched him catapult himself over rooftops and lampposts, headed in the same direction. As I looked back in my rearview mirror, I saw Ladybug standing where we had both left her, arms crossed and a peculiar look on her face.

I closed the door behind me and smiled at the soft click the latch made as it locked. My smile only grew wider as I heard the soft thud my boyfriend made as he landed on the balcony outside my bedroom window.

“You could’ve just come up the stairs and in the front door like a normal person, you know?”

“Of course I could have, but where’s the fun in that?” His voice was lower than usual as he stalked closer to me, running his nails gently across the wall as I backed myself towards the corner where my bed was. The soft scratching sound set my nerves on fire and I felt myself begin to warm with desire.

“Where is the fun indeed.” Without taking my gaze off of him, I lifted myself up onto my bed and scooted backwards as he drew closer, sliding himself over top of me as my head rested against the tufted headboard.

“I guess I need to thank you for coming and rescuing my sorry ass,” he said as he trailed a clawed hand up my side. It tingled more than tickled and I had to hold back a moan already.

“You do.”

“But first, I think I need to punish you for doing something so reckless.” He nipped at my neck and I couldn’t bite back the soft whimper that feel from my parted lips.

“Yes, you do.”

He kissed up my jaw to the corner of my mouth before skipping over my lips and repeating his trail again on the other side. As I growled, hungry for the taste of him on my lips, he rumbled darkly, purring his contentment.

“If you’re going to do that, you better put that purring to good use.”

I caught another sight of his wicked smile as he poked his tongue out at me, shimming down my body, lower and lower.

“Hmmm,” he purred harder and louder. “You mean I should do this?” As his tongue ran over my panties and his fingers gripped my thighs, I threw my head back.

“I mean exactly that.”

He laughed, the sound bright and warm and I watched as a green glow filled the room.

“Okay, I’ve had enough of this for one night. I’m gonna go watch Netflix!” Plagg was quick to flee the bedroom as he phased through the closed door.

“I know my kitty can purr, but can my Adrien?” I ran my right hand through his blond locks and tugged on the ends slightly.

Large emerald eyes peered up at me from the end of the bed and I nearly combusted from the view of him between my legs. “I guess you’ll just have to stay right there and find out.”

#miraculous ladybug #ml fic #POV play #You and Adrien/Chat #Chat Noir #Adrien Agreste #Ladybug #nsfw?#Kinda want to see where the smuttiness goes #crazy idea #not sure if anyone will like it #we shall see where it goes

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gripefroot · 3 years

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Safe House

Bucky’s eyes are squeezed shut as your practiced fingers rove over him - a stream of curses starts to fall from his lips with an answering whimper from you. He won’t be able to hold back much longer - he can’t - he -

A shove, and a snap. He bites his tongue, drawing the irony taste of blood as his eyes water, and your hands leave his shoulder.

“Ow,” he whispers, eyes burning with unshed tears. His left ear is ringing something awful - it’s fortunate you’re on his right, because otherwise he’d be full-on deaf to whatever you’re saying.

“One injury fixed, a dozen left to go,” you tell him wearily. Bucky lifts his head from the back of the chair he’s been sitting backwards in - he tilts his face back to observe you leaning on one foot against the doorway to the tiny living space, lips pressed close together and your usual smile absent. You look about as fantastic as he feels - meaning, not at all.

“Your turn,” he grunts.

“Don’t remind me.”

Bucky pushes himself tenderly to his feet - his movements are slow and laborious, but yours are, too - it had been quite the mission, and while the sustained wounds are worse than usual, he supposes he should be grateful you’re both alive, and that Stark had had a safe house nearby. Not that Stark will appreciate the blood, dirt and other nasties your boots and his have dragged in.

Limping to the counter, his eyes focus and unfocus on the half-spilled bucket of first aid supplies. Wiggling his right fingers, much better now that his shoulder is back in place but still sore - Bucky glances back at your face, and picks up some gauze and hydrogen peroxide. The bloody nose and fat lip are definitely the worse looking, but from the way you’re cradling your left calf, he can guess what he needs to go for first.

He limps back to the rickety chair as you gently lower yourself to sit - collapsing with a groan and a wince.

“Should’ve taken your pants off first, babe,” Bucky sighs. “I can’t work around them.”

“Take them off yourself.” With your eyes closed, head leaning back slightly - you’re clearly half-out of it with pain. Dropping the supplies to the ground, Bucky pulls out his only remaining knife, (and he hopes Hydra appreciates the quality of the knives he’d left behind in the rush to escape), and slides the blade beneath the torn and bloody gash on your leg to slice off the fabric at your knee. It sticks to all the blood, and gently he pries it off.

“I hate this,” you mumble after a minute, when he’s finally gotten the garment off the stab wound, pooling around the top of your dirty boots.

“I know, babe,” Bucky says sympathetically. “But just think - you can take revenge on me next. I think I broke a few ribs.”

“I don’t wanna take revenge.” Your words slur slightly slightly. “I wan’us to be happy together.”

“We will be,” he assures you. “If we get better quick, this safe house is pretty private…” Bucky trails off, grinning to himself although he knows you can’t see. You do give a snort, however, and then wince.

“I’ve already taken one pounding,” you muse, as he dumps some peroxide on the gash - it froths, and you nearly yelp, eyes shooting open.

“Sorry, sorry,” Bucky apologizes quickly, already mopping up the liquid. “It’s a shallow cut, babe. You got lucky.”

“I sure don’t feel lucky.”

“And you’re extra lucky because you’re here with me, and my excellent nursing skills.” With all the blood cleaned away, the cut really does look better - Bucky tears off some gauze with his teeth, and starts winding it around your calf.

“What nursing skills?” you ask with amusement. “Outdated tips you flirted out of the nurses during World War II?”

“And what’s wrong with that?” Bucky asks indignantly. Tying off the gauze into a tidy knot, he yanks it tight - and you laugh and give a strangled cry at the same time, your hand flying down to swat his away. Your eyes are bright now - but a little too bright, he judges. Reaching up to hold your chin in his hand, he frowns as he watches the pupils of your eyes widen and shrink - and he sighs.

“Let me find some pain meds,” he says, and stands back up. Immediate mistake - his middle insides scream at the treatment, and his ankle throbs.

“Bucky - ” you start, but he shakes his head as he gnaws on the inside of his mouth. Gotta take care of you first. He fumbles at the counter for...yes, that looks right, and there are bottles of water in the refrigerator. Bucky slumps back to you, passing them over and pointedly ignoring your narrowed look.

You take the pills, and drink half the bottle. Then pass the rest to him, which he downs in three seconds flat.

“You again,” you tell him, and grip onto the edge of the kitchen counter to hoist yourself to one foot.

It goes back and forth for nearly an hour. You wrap his bruised and protruding ribs, he gets ice for your nose and lip, you bind up his ankle, he finds applesauce and tins of miniature wieners in a cupboard, and you wipe all the dried blood on his face from his burst eardrum. Your gentle touch is almost distracting from all the pain, and Bucky tries to focus on that, instead. It sort of works. Mostly doesn’t.

A buzz on the counter - the burner phone. You’re closest to answer it, and listen for a minute with a pinched expression as Bucky curls himself over the back of the chair with a wince.

The safe house stinks like mothballs. The carpet is outdated, and the air conditioner squeaks. But it’s safe, or so Bucky assumes.

“Ok, thanks Stark.”

Bucky rolls his head back to you - half your combat gear still hanging on, and the other half discarded onto the floor (and not in the fun, exciting way, either) - as you set down the phone.

“They’ll be extracting us in four hours,” you sigh, rubbing your eyes. “He didn’t think this safe house would ever be used, so there’s no vehicle available.”

Bucky groans, holding out a hand for the tin of wieners - you pass it to him, and he tries very hard to be grateful for something to fill the gnawing hunger in his gut. He gets hungrier when he’s wounded. It’s just a fact.

“Gross,” you say.

“I’m hungry,” he says plaintively.

“So am I, but not that hungry.” A flicker of a smile - that’s good - and Bucky grins back as best he can as he slurps up the last wiener. “I never thought I’d say this,” you tell him after a moment. “But you should really put a shirt on. You look terrible.”

“Wow, babe.”

“Just being hon - ”

“Shh!” Bucky stops chewing, tilting his head to the side as his eyes widen - glancing around the teeny kitchen, into the sliver of living area he can see - little padding steps, and he stands heavily from the chair, setting down the tin as quietly as he can.

“Oh, come on,” you mumble softly behind him. “Not now.”

He has that knife, which tightens in his grip as he limps over towards the front door - a single shaft of sunlight is coming through the crooked frame, and before he can do more than yelp in surprise -

A flap at the bottom of the door flips open, and an orange tabby cat streaks inside with a yowl of surprise to see, well, people.

“A kitty!” you coo.

“Get out,” Bucky growls at it.

“Oh, be nice,” you say in a scolding tone, and before he can scold you back into sitting down, you’ve hopped on your good foot into the living space, and immediately the cat pads over to you, meowing as if in complaint of Bucky’s inhospitality. “I didn’t know there was a caretaker here,” you croon at the cat, reaching down to stroke its ears. Bucky listens a moment longer, and then slides the knife back into his belt.

“Some caretaker,” he snaps. “This place stinks.”

“It’s nondescript,” you point out, lowering yourself gingerly onto the ratty couch. Immediately the cat leaps up beside you, and crawls into your lap.

“It’s gross.”

“It’s better than walking back to New York.”

“Fine. But I’m leaving a bad review on - what is it?”

“Yelp,” you offer.

“Yeah. That thing.” Another glare for the cat, and Bucky turns sit down as well. On your left, because his ear is still ringing painfully.

It stinks. The entire situation stinks. Can’t even pounce on you like he wants - no one else is around, and he can’t even take a full breath or walk straight. His head lolls against the back of the couch, and Bucky sighs at the ceiling.

“What else did Stark say?” he asks peevishly.

“Not much.” You’re quiet for a moment, fingers buried in the cat’s fur as you shift your weight to stretch your wounded leg out. “Didn’t even say thanks for planting that virus on that Hydra server,” you sigh.

“Typical Stark.”

“You did great back there, by the way,” you tell him, and he glances over to see your smile - he stomach does a funny turn unrelated to his broken ribs, and he grins back without thinking.

“Thank you,” Bucky says with unnecessary grace. “So did you, babe.”

“Ugh, I got stabbed.”

“All the best agents get stabbed.”

“You didn’t.”

“Not today,” he says fairly. “But I did get an entire desk thrown at my head. That’s gotta count for something, right?”

A tired laugh. “Right.”

Absently Bucky reaches over, and starts scritching the kitty’s ears. It pricks up its head, and regards Bucky curiously. “Don’t get any wrong impressions,” he tells the cat severely. “I’m just checking for electric bugs or cameras.”

“Sure, Bucky,” you say.

The cat stands, and crawls over the couch to Bucky, planting its paws on his thigh to reach up and sniff at his chin with interest.

“Ugh,” Bucky wrinkles his nose as he pets down the kitty’s neck. “Gross.”

“I like cats.” Your tone is conversational as you continue to scratch its back. “Maybe I’ll get one, someday.”

The cat licks at one of the bruises on his cheek, and Bucky groans. “Ew.”

“You’d better watch it,” you tease. “If you keep complaining too much, I’ll know for sure that you’re secretly hiding your deep and abiding love of all felines.”

“Not even funny, babe.”

“It’s pretty funny.” Your head is resting against the back cushions beside his, and Bucky leans over with a smile. “You’re always pretending to be gruff and tough,” you say softly. “But you’re as fluffy as this cute lil kitty.”

“Don’t tell anyone.” Bucky sticks out his lower lip, and you giggle. The cat starts at the sound, and leaps back into your lap, nuzzling into your elbow.

“That you’re one of the best men I’ve ever known?” you ask, quirking brow. “Okay, Bucky. Whatever you say.”

A warm, glowy feeling is spreading through his chest - again, not from the rib situation, and he doesn’t have the words to reply to you. After another minute, you scoot lay on your back lengthwise, your injured leg propped up on Bucky’s lap as the cat snuggles into your side and closes its eyes. Carefully he unties the laces of your combat boots, and tosses them away.

“I’m gonna rest until the team comes,” you mumble with a yawn.

“Okay. I’ll keep a lookout in case this little menace here turns out to be on Hydra’s payroll.”

A snort. “Okay, Bucky. Whatever you say.”

And a few minutes later - it’s just snoring in the little shack of a safe house. The kitty’s tail twitches, your lips fall open with deep breaths, and Bucky passes out cold and completely forgets his promise to be on guard.

Oh well.

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artificialqueens · 7 years

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I Was Happier With You Ch.2 (Trixya)- Doll Parts

A/N: I’m baaack. I would have updated sooner but long story short, someone gave me a stomach bug halfway through my Cinco De Mayo shift at work this past week. As always thanks a bunch to my Beta, Andi<3

If you like the story, go ahead and like or comment cause I need positive affirmation lol

This chapter is all about Katya, look forward to having Trixie back in the next!

Katya knew this was a bad idea as soon as she turned around and saw Alaska had 4 shots of Fireball in her hands. She doesn’t drink. When she drank things usually went south.

“Jesus Christ are you trying to kill me?”

In response to her, Alaska took two shots back to back. A tiny bit of the spicy alcohol trickling out of the side of her mouth. She shook her head and let out one of her shrill squeals before passing the two remaining shots to the other blonde. “You said you wanted to forget her name tonight, right? I’m just helping you along the journey.”

Katya rolled her eyes before taking one of the shots, shooting it back and grimacing before eyeing the second one distastefully. “Why did you pick this shit out of all the alcohol in this building?”

“Because if I have the honor of getting you white girl wasted for the first time in god knows how long, we’re going to do it the white girl way.” She brought her hands up to frame her face with fake innocence and nudged Katya to take the next shot.

She closed her eyes and downed the shot. “You’re gonna have to find another white girl drink cause that’s the last one of those I have tonight. Who’s idea was it to fucking liquidfy Red Hots into alcohol?” Alaska burst into laughter and tugged Katya towards the dance floor.

It wasn’t their usual hangout, which was the club Pearl and Violet owned. But Katya needed distance from anyone in their immediate friend group. So here they were. At one of the biggest gay bars in town. The one thing Katya didn’t want to deal with tonight was straight guys trying to get in her pants. She was on a mission tonight: Get Trixie Mattel out of her fucking head. Not being able to hit up their usual spot she figured this place would be the better bet.

Alaska pulled her in close as another heavily mixed pop song come on after the one before it. This was nice. Dancing along to the bass of the song she started to fee the shots in her stomach spread to the rest of her body. She leaned into her ear and shouted over the harsh bass coming from the speakers. “’Laska I want another drink!”

Katya pulled the other girl off the dance floor and back over to the bar, leaning up against it and ordering “Something to get me and my friend super drunk!”. The bartender nodded knowingly and started mixing together the concoction that was going to inevitably be the demise of Katya’s night. They both took a sip and Katya couldn’t taste anything but sugar.

“There’s nothing in here!” Alaska shook her head and grabbed her hand, leading them back to the dance floor.

“There is! That’s how it fucks you up! You can’t taste it.” She proceeded to down half of hers and wrapped her hands around Katya’s waist, pulling her back in so they could continue dancing. Katya started sipping on her drink as she turned in the other girls arms so that her she could dance and not spill her drink on her.

Moments later both their drinks were finished and all inhibitions out the window. Katya was openly grinding on Alaska as the other was nuzzling her neck and running her hands over her thighs. Katya was past tipsy at this point and enjoying herself for the first time in what seemed like forever. She turned around and wrapped her arms around Alaska’s neck and leaned in to yell over the music.

“Thank you for bringing me out tonight! I’m having a great time!”

“Here’s to a successful night out!”

They continued dancing for a few more hours, having a couple of drinks during their breaks from the dance floor. Once 2am rolled around they were both pretty smashed. They clumsily stumbled downstairs and sat down at a table as Alaska ordered a Lyft.

“How can you even type right now? I swear every time I look at my phone the numbers move around.” Alaska gently took Katya’s phone from her and stashed it in her purse so the other didn’t break the screen by drunkenly dropping it or loose it.

“That’s because I do this a hell of a lot more often than you. Gotta get home somehow dear.” She slid over to where Katya was sitting and wrapped her arm around her waist, rubbing small circles in her hip. “So you really had a good time?”

“Anytime I spend with my ‘Lasky is a good time.” She flopped her head onto her shoulder, clearly drunk.

Alaska’s phone buzzed, letting her know their ride was there. She hoisted Katya up and they both walked out, holding the other up and trying their best to walk in a straight line. Making sure they had the right car, they climbed into the back. Katya crawled haphazardly onto Alaska’s lap and snuggled herself into her.

Alaska wasn’t as drunk as she was, but she was still drunk. And the intimacy of the position they were in was kinda turning her on. She started playing with her hair, petting it out of her face and twirling it around her fingers. Playing with her hair turned into her drawing small patterns into the other girl’s face. When Katya’s gaze finally met hers she leaned in and placed a light kiss on her lips.

Katya wasn’t expecting this, but she wasn’t against it. She pressed back against Alaska’s lips, letting her hands roam to the back of her head. Her hands were tangled deep in Alaska’s hair when the other girl bit down on her lip. Instead of deepening the kiss she went slack, mind racing. Thoughts of Trixie and her in bed, the way Trixie would bite her lip like that when they were together. She shook herself and climbed off Alaska’s lap, burying her head in her hands before her shoulders started shaking in silent tears.

Alaska broke herself from her drunken stupor of when she felt Katya slide out of her lap. She thought to herself if she had taken things too far with her friend before she felt the other girl shaking next to her. She turned to see Katya hunched over, trying to hide her tears. “Oh honey no.” She pulled her up in her arms and cradled her head on her chest, brushing her hair out of her face again.

Katya took a stuttering breath. “I love her. I fucking love her Alaska! And she just dumped me like I was nothing.” She took another ragged inhale before releasing more tears. She clung to the front of Alaska’s top as the other held her as she broke down in the back of a strangers car.

“I know. I know babe, I’m so sorry.” Alaska vowed to herself once she was sobered up she was going to pay Trixie a visit and get to the bottom of this.

Their ride pulled up to Katya’s house and as she got out of the car she tugged on Alaska’s hand. “Please stay with me, I can’t handle another night alone. I just need someone in the bed next to me. Please.” Alaska nodded and payed for their ride since she didn’t need to be taken to her place. She helped Katya into her place and into bed, sliding under the sheets and placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder as Katya cuddled up beside her.

#doll parts #trixya #katya zamolodchikova #trixie mattel #cisgirl au #angst #katlaska #alaska thunderfuck #rpdr fanfiction #lesbian au #i was happier with you

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simwoman2002 · 5 years

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Arachnophobia

Evie stumbled into her and Mal’s shared room, her entire body reflecting precisely just how exhausted she was.

“How was your day?”

Grunt.

“That bad, huh?”

Evie nodded her head against the quilts, not knowing if Mal could see her agreement or not.

“Why don’t you come over here and talk about it if it was that horrid?” Mal patted the spot nearby her on her own bed.

Evie slid off of her bed with such dramatic effort that Mal couldn’t help but chuckle.

The bluenette then proceeded to trudge over to Mal’s bed, and she flopped down on it just as she had on hers. The green-eyed girl grinned, reaching up and stroking Evie’s hair soothingly.

“So go ahead and tell ol’ Doc Mal what’s ailing you,” Mal instructed, laughing a bit at her own attempts at being humorous.

Evie turned her head over to the side so that she could look at her sister.

“My day has royally sucked.” Mal raised an eyebrow.

“Sounds serious. You normally don’t lower yourself to ‘Mal Words.’” Evie finally rewarded Mal’s attempts at drawing out happiness with a small smile.

“Mal Words” had been Evie’s dubbing of anything that was even slightly inappropriate or uncouth to say in polite conversation. Which included lots of Mal’s vocabulary.

“But really. Tell me about it.” Evie sighed before beginning her ultimate tale of woe.

“Well, I ran into Chad Charming and jerk face self and he’s hitting on me again.”

“I thought he was with Audrey.”

“It’s actually three more on top of sixteen,” Evie guiltily corrected.

“Evie, you are overworking yourself again,” Mal informed her, accentuating the “again” with a light smack to the back of Evie’s head. Evie huffed in response.

“I know… But I can’t really do anything about it.”

“A good start would be setting a maximum amount of dresses that you will work on at a time.”

“But I’ve got to please my customers…”

“I guess…”

“You think you could stumble in there and get yourself a shower? Would you enjoy that?” Mal questioned in a tone that almost seemed as if she were talking to a child.

“A shower would be nice,” Evie nodded her head.

“Well, go do it. Hopefully you won’t be a zombie anymore by the time you’re out,” Mal grinned, winking as she picked her phone back up from its place on the bed.

Evie was glad that Mal was at least trying to make jokes and stay positively upbeat. It certainly made her feel better even if she was exhausted.

There, not two feet away from her, was a spider of unbelievably large proportions.

However, after about five minutes, it was evident that it obviously wasn’t going anywhere.

So she enacted Plan B- call in reinforcements.

“Mal?! Come in here with your shoe!”

For a moment, Mal just stared at her, her stare blank and an eyebrow raised.

“Mal! I seriously need you to squish this spider!” Evie told her desperately, the panic seeping into her voice.

Mal looked at her quizzically.

“And where is this spider?”

“Right beside you!” Evie pointed, freaking out a little bit as she saw the spider move a few centimeters near Mal’s bare feet.

Mal was currently clinging onto her and trying to find some way to get on the toilet with her. Evie was wiggling around, trying to stay balanced as Mal continued to attempt to climb.

“Mal, why aren’t you squishing it?!”

“It’s the biggest friggin’ spider I’ve ever seen, and you expect me to just squish it like it’s some kind of ordinary bug?!” Mal raised her voice anxiously.

“We gotta get out of here,” Mal told her, looking around as she spoke and trying to spot a way around the spider that was right in the middle of the floor.

“How are we going to do that with small, fat, and fuzzy sitting right there?” Evie questioned, in nigh hysteria.

The spider could get on her. All of its nasty, crawly, creepy legs climbing up her leg, and it surely had huge fangs that at any point could take a giant bite out of her.

“What if we eased along the edge of the room and snuck out through the door?” Mal suddenly interrupted her temporary lapse of sanity. Evie nodded her head slowly, eyeing the escape route eagerly.

“Hopefully. If not, then it’s been nice knowing you, E,” Mal murmured under her breath.

Evie pushed past her impending doom and hurried out the bathroom door. Mal quickly shut it and both girls sighed in relief.

They shared a glance and chuckled breathlessly.

“But now we’ve got a spider in our bathroom.” Mal’s happiness disappeared almost as soon as it came when Evie spoke those dreadful words.

However, after a moment of thought, Mal looked back at her with a positively wicked smile.

“Don’t worry, I think I’ve got just the thing,” the purple-haired girl told her, increasingly resembling the Cheshire Cat.

That was really concerning.

………………………………………………………………………………………………………

“Mal, are you really sure this is going to work?”

“Evie, honestly. Have I ever steered you wrong?”

“Well-”

“That was rhetorical.”

“Okay, so I think everything’s set up,” Mal placed her hands on her hips and looked down at her handiwork. Evie huffed from her position in the middle of the pillows.

“Are you sure you really want to invoke its wrath?”

“This is a spider. Not a wolverine,” Mal rolled her eyes, throwing her hands out in a gesture that conveyed just how ridiculous she thought Evie was being.

Evie sighed and looked at the bathroom door somewhat fearfully. She really, really, really didn’t want that door to be opened.

All she had wanted was a shower. Was that truly too much to ask?

“You want me to spray it?” Evie interrupted, her disbelief evident in her tone. Mal eyed her strangely but nodded her head.

“Yes… It’s probably going to try to attack when I open it, so be-”

“So are you on board now?” Mal questioned, just a hint of a pouty lip edging out. It was almost laughable, and Evie couldn’t help but smile at her.

“You are going to be the death of both of us,” Evie scolded lightly but eventually nodded her head in agreeance with Mal’s idea.

“Alrighty!�� Mal let go of Evie’s hands and stood in front of the door, pulling the oven mitts on each hand. Evie watched carefully as Mal got into a fight stance.

“Opening the door in three,” Evie gripped the can a little tighter, poising her finger on the button to spray, “two,” she wasn’t so sure about going through with this anymore, “one!”

And Mal opened the door.

And she screamed when the spider was right there in the doorway.

“Good grief, you’d think this thing was invincible or has supernatural powers,” Mal proclaimed, completely frustrated with the entire situation.

“Yeah… Do you think we should just give up now and move out of our room and into another one?” Evie asked her, half-serious in her inquiry.

“Or I could not go get them.”

Mal looked over at her and smiled softly, one of her few and far between genuine smiles that were reserved especially for very few people in her life.

For a moment they just sat there, staring at the creature some more, but before long, Mal practically scared Evie out of her skin with her emphatic exclamation.

“I’ve got an idea! Let’s text the boys!” Mal grinned widely, letting go of Evie and searching her pockets the best that she could considering she was lying on the floor.

“Mal?”

“What?” Mal responded, still looking for her phone.

“Well, what about yours?” Mal asked.

“I left it in the bathroom when I was getting ready to shower,” Evie apologetically explained, grinning guiltily as Mal facepalmed in total exasperation.

“This is ridiculous.”

“Yeah… Definitely R-I-D-I-C-U-L-O-U-S, alright.”

The spider suddenly moved toward their pillow fort, successfully frightening both of them. Evie stuffed her face into a cushion and Mal scooted back a bit.

“We seriously need help,” Evie told Mal, her voice muffled by the pillow.

After a moment of shared silence, however, Evie jumped to attention.

“Hey, do you hear something?” Evie suddenly spoke up. Sure enough, there were footsteps approaching in the hall.

“I’m going to yell and see if whoever it is will come in here and save us,” Mal informed her. Evie held her face in her hands ashamedly as Mal took in a breath to raise her voice.

“This is going to be embarrassing.”

“Yeah, well, I’m long past the point of getting embarrassed about this. Right now, I just want to be able to come out from hiding.

“Hey! Whoever’s out there?! Can you come in here and help us?!” Mal shouted, testing and seeing if the person outside would respond.

They were both quiet until the door suddenly opened and in came the best person to handle the job besides Jay or Carlos.

“What is all of this?” Lonnie asked, gesturing at the entire room with her eyes wide. Evie awkwardly smiled up at her.

“We’re trying to handle a spider,” Evie told her quietly, her entire face lit up brighter than a Christmas tree.

However, Mal didn’t share quite the same amused sentiment, and rather simply raised an eyebrow, looking at the Chinese girl.

Suddenly, Lonnie sobered and looked almost offended.

“There you go, little one. Go live in the wild where you belong,” Lonnie happily waved at it, shutting the window gently as she watched it from behind the glass.

“Why did you let it go?” Mal finally inquired. Evie looked at Mal and then back at Lonnie, her gaze communicating a similar question.

“Welp, I guess I’ll leave you girls to it.” Lonnie then went about her merry way out the door.

Once she was gone, Evie shared a glance with Mal.

“Definitely not what I expected and not quite what I hoped for,” Mal finally spoke.

“Me neither.”

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The two girls really couldn’t detect the stench anymore, though. They were both mostly used to it at this point.

Ultimately, everything was completely calm and silent except for their occasional mundane chatter.

However, all that changed within just a few seconds.

“Girls!” Jay and Carlos suddenly burst into the room. Evie paused in her calming ministrations and they both looked up, simultaneously curious and shocked at the unexpected arrival.

“Yes?” Mal questioned, her voice groggy from her state of slipping consciousness.

The two boys shared a wide grin and Jay held up a DVD. Mal couldn’t make out what the title was or even what the cover had on it from her position.

“We found this really cool movie in the media center and thought you two might be interested. Or at least Mal would be,” Jay told them.

“And what is this ‘really cool movie’?” Evie curiously eyed the two of them, an easy smile playing on her lips.

“Y’know, giant spider takes over the world, eats people, destroys cities. The really crazy stuff,” Carlos explained further.

“You wanna watch it with us?”

“Okay, okay!” Jay held out his hands in a placating gesture as both boys went out the door as quickly as they could manage.

Once they had left and had trekked down the hall for a considerable distance, Carlos looked over at Jay, an eyebrow raised.

“Dang, what’s got into those two?”

“I dunno, you’d think they were scared of spiders.”

“Mal and Evie? Scared of a spider? Man, no way. They used to be VKs, not pansies.”

“Oh, well. It’s a good thing that we’re not scared of spiders. Right, Frosted Flake?” Jay questioned, ruffling Carlos’ hair with a hand as he grinned widely.

“Yep,” Carlos eventually agreed, but not before he had huffed and waved Jay’s hand away, fixing his hair back the way it was.

However, they both stopped quickly upon the sight of a small, brown figure in the floor in front of them.

Both the boys and the spider were still for a moment, just watching each other soundlessly.

That is, until the spider moved a bit in their direction.

“AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!”

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