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Starker High School AU, Pt 3 (Pt 1, Pt 2, Pt 4, Pt 5)

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There were two things in life that Peter was unequivocally certain were true.

Number one was that Monday mornings were a universally despised, unpleasant experience that no weekend could ever ease the pain of having to endure.

And number two: Sit-ups were a specific and profound mechanism of torture that no person should ever be required to engage in, recreationally or mandated.

Of course, it would be just his luck that the two were combined on this very Monday morning.

It was cruel and unusual is what it was, Peter thought, hands curled at his temples as he pushes himself into a sitting position, falling back onto the dewy grass with a thud that steals the breath from his chest.

Bucky, holding his ankles, encourages him to complete his set.

“I can’t,” Peter gasps, his stomach trembling as he pulls himself up again. “I - oh fuck - I hate this. I hate exercise.”

Bucky squeezes his ankles tighter. “C’mon, Parker, only three more. You can do it.”

Peter shakes his head, even as he pulls himself up again with a pained groan.

“No, I can’t. Make it stop.”

“Two more. You got it. Sit-ups are not the boss of you.”

“Yes - ahh - they are!”

“One more!”

Sweat pours down his neck and his muscles protest as he pulls himself up for the last time. He gets probably only most of the way up before his gravity slams to the ground.

Bucky slaps his bare calf encouragingly as Peter stares up into the glaring morning sun, arms splayed out, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. Oh, god. Never again. That was the worst.

Covering his eyes with his quivering arms he wonders if maybe coach will indulge him just this once. Maybe he can stay here until training is over, perhaps curl up into a ball and try to blend in with the grass so that no one sees him or subjects him to any more exercise.

Except Coach Danvers is already yelling at him to get off the ground and get moving.

He smacks his hands over his ears but it’s no use.

“Get up Parker, last warning!”

“Respite!” He yells back pleadingly, curling in tighter upon himself. “Please!”

Her whistle pierces the air.

“Now!”

Coach has been on edge all morning. Her harsh has turned razor edged in the face of their upcoming match against Kingston this Thursday, reminding the team of her expectations, tolerating nothing other than complete dedication.

Which, whatever.

Peter’s dedicated, okay? It’s Monday. He dragged his ass out of bed to be here at an unholy hour, exhausted and bloated from his indulgent weekend, didn’t he?

Erring on the margin of spite towards Danvers and self motivation, which he suspects is her aim, he pushes himself back up. Taking each of Bucky’s ankles in his grip, he starts counting as Bucky begins his set.

Not that he needs the assistance, Bucky proves his strength by ripping through the set like a bull stampeding through a brick wall. He doesn’t even break a sweat. Dude’s crazy athletic.

It’s really not fair.

As he mentally counts the reps, Peter thinks Bucky’s the kind of fit that Peter both hoped and never hoped to be. He’s effortlessly capable at any physical task, but he works hard for it, harder than Peter would ever dream of working, dedicating hours to gym time and conditioning. Bucky’s not even out of breath when he strikes up conversation.

“How was your weekend, PP?”

“S’okay. Played Mario Kart with my Aunt all weekend.”

Bucky grins as his upper half rises to meet his knees. “Oh, party animal. She doing okay?”

“Yeah, she’s good,” Peter grins wryly, taking one of his hands from the other’s ankle to push the sweat-damp hair from his eyes. “Kicked my ass though. She always takes Toad.”

“Switch?”

“Nah, GameCube. How was your weekend?”

“Boring. Parents were home all weekend and wanted some ‘family time’.”

“So, you just watched The Voice all weekend?”

“Yup.”

“Nat sneak in after?”

“Yup. How’d it go with Stark on Friday?” Bucky accepts Peter’s hand as he finishes his set. Peter pulls him up and pats him on the back.

The set off in a jog to complete a lap of the field, Coach yells that only five minutes are left, urging them to pick up speed. Peter’s lungs burn when he speaks.

“It was fine.”

Bucky looks at him dubiously, flyaways whipping at his face.

“Well not like, fine-fine, but no bloodshed. See? All limbs intact.” He holds his arms out mid-sprint.

“Wow, so you’re basically best friends now.”

“No.”

“Did you hold hands and braid each other’s hair?”

Incensed, Peter shoves at Bucky to the sound of his snickering,

“Ew, stop, I just had breakfast. Look, the first experience was painful enough. Can we move on? I really don’t want to talk about it.”

---

“And then he hit on my Aunt,” Peter complains in the showers, soaping up his chest. “Literally right in front of me. Who does that?”

“Did she flirt back?” Bucky asks, dipping his head into the spray.

“What? No. He said he was just trying to get under my skin,” he puts his head beneath his own shower head, the water pleasantly lukewarm against his heated skin. “I mean, what kind of psychopath does that?”

“Yeah, but your aunt is super hot though,” Wilson says to his right. “Stark’s an asshole, but he’s not crazy.”

There is a general murmur of agreement around the showers.

“I’m going to need you all to shut up right now,” Peter warns, turning to point at them all. “Keep my aunts name out of your mouth while you’re washing your balls, alright?”

“You heard him, move on,” Rogers cuts in, offering Peter a sympathetic smile.

He nods gratefully as conversation quickly turns to girls, grades and the upcoming Thanksgiving holidays. There was a reason why Peter was on Roger’s side all these weeks ago, he thinks, observing how the entire team respects his command without query. The guy was just interested in doing the right thing, and that’s pretty cool.

By the time they’re all dried and dressed, the topic is forgotten, much to Peter’s relief. He’s nearly late to first period though, too busy watching Wilson and Barnes smack each other with wet towels and attempting to tame his unruly curls into something resembling neatness. He’s not proud of the amount of gel it takes, but it’s what he’s got to work with.

It’s not that he’s obsessed with his appearance or anything, but he has a routine that he sticks to. Gel and lots of it.

Once, in third grade, Flash pulled one of Peter’s tightly coiled ringlet between his fingers, pulled on it and said oink. Peter still had some lingering baby fat at the time and so, as cruel as children can be, Peter was donned Piggy Parker for a time afterwards. Sometimes Porky Parker. They’re friends now, but the oinking and snuffling that followed him around the playground still haunts him.

Anyway.

On the way to first period Rogers walks alongside him down the hall. They have English together, but usually make their way separately. It kind of weirded Peter out for a moment because while they’re team-mates, they’re not really friends.

“Heard you got paired with Stark for an assignment,” the other boy says, his wry smile caught between amused and sympathetic. “That’s shit luck, Parker.”

“You’re telling me,” Peter agrees, waving to Ned and Betty as they pass. “Dude’s a freakin’ prick.”

Rogers bumps their shoulders together.

“You said it. Want me to have a word with him, get him to back off?”

“Nah,” Peter shakes his head. “I can handle Stark, he’s just some bored rich kid looking for a fight. Besides,” he gives Rogers a once-over, “pretty sure you’re supposed to keep your distance after your last brawl with him.”

“True,” he concedes, clamping Peter’s shoulder and giving it a squeeze as they stop before their room. “But we’re a team, alright? Just say the word and I’ll encourage some sense into him. Promise to be gentle.”

Peter clamps his hands over his heart with a flair of drama, despite being truly touched. “You’re my hero, Captain Rogers.”

Rogers rolls his eyes and shoves him into the classroom.

“Alright, smartass. Let’s go.”

Inside, he smiles sheepishly at Mrs Perez who glowers at them for their lateness and takes his usual seat between Clint and Shuri. He signs a good morning to the former and smiles at the latter, who is staring down at her desk with disdain.

“What’s wrong?” He nudges her chair with his foot to grab her attention.

“The curriculum.” She raises her head and points to the board miserably. It reads Lord of the Flies.

Oh, great. He could use the nap.

Peter smiles sympathetically, opening his nearly full notebook up to a blank page. “How was your weekend?”

“Meh.”

“Meh?”

“Mmm,” She nods, gesturing airily. “You know, eh. Oh, oh! I heard you spent the weekend getting cosy with Stark,” Shuri follows, pretending to search through their textbook. “Wow, that’s a three-sixty, PP. Didn’t know you had it in you.”

“What?” Peter hisses, voice lowering when their teacher looks around as roll-call commences. “That’s not -- ”

“Parker!” Perez yells for roll call.

“Present!”

Shuri snickers as Peter’s hand shoots up.

Lucky for him it’s the last he hears of it.

Kinda.

---

His next class is Bio with MJ who, thankfully, says very little through class. She inspects him with bleary eyes when he enters, nursing a coffee in her hands, always earlier than Peter who has to come from the other side of the school.

Peter’s grateful for the reprieve. When she does speak to him, it’s to borrow a pen or to offer him a sip of her coffee. It’s not a lab class today, only note-taking and listening to their teacher drone on about plant anatomy in the same monotone, so he accepts the bitter black coffee without hesitation.

It’s only then that he ventures to initiate conversation.

“So,” he begins precariously, doodling in his notebook, “how was your weekend?”

She shrugs, appearing more awake than earlier. “It was okay. You?”

“It was okay.”

And that was that, he’s relieved to note, companionable silence falling between again as they turn their attention to their teacher again. It’s not until they’re packing up their books at the end of class that MJ speaks to him again.

“See you at lunch?”

“Yeah, dude. Save us a table?”

“You bet. Oh, and by the way, I heard Stark is gonna be your new step-daddy. Congrats.”

Peter groans.

“How do you -- you know what, no,” he says, pulling his backpack over his shoulders and making a x with his arms. “Nope. No more talking about Stark, he is persona non grata. I’m traumatised enough.”

MJ pushes his glasses up after they slipped precariously down his nose during his declaration. “You’re so dramatic, dude.”

He bumps their shoulders together on the way out of the room and shakes his head.

“Why do people keep saying that?”

---

Ned texts him during recess; Peter is taking an extended break in the bathroom despite not needing to be there, but he’s definitely not hiding, nope. He’s just chilling in the cubicle.

< heard stark spent the weekend < lol wtf < plz verify < actually i don’t want to know < no wait i do tell me < dude

< hello?

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Traitors, all of them.

He wonders if he should leave this school and start anew elsewhere.

---

Here’s the thing.

As much as Peter loves his friends, he has limits to how long he can spend with them before needing a time out.

They’re his motley crew of village idiots. Some he’s known since first grade, like Ned and Flash, others only since he came to the school and subsequently, the football team.

This school headhunted him because of his academic merit. With his pursuit of scholastic excellence - and the fact that some of his best friends would be attending the school, he applied for and was awarded a scholarship. It was a no-brainer - he had big dreams and even bigger expectations of himself to achieve them and he wanted May to be proud of him.

Which was why when it was suggested that he try out for JV, having exhibited some physicality during gym class, he decided to give it a try. It would look great to have on his applications, he was assured.

So he did. Somehow his wiry frame and years of gymnastics was considered an asset and he was promptly recruited by Coach Danvers. At first he deeply regretted the additional commitment -- the early hours, the soreness, adapting to the internal culture within the team. But he’s persevered and he’s glad that he did.

And for the most part, he copes okay. He can juggle football obligations and after-school activities and the odd tutoring jobs here and there and stay sane, right?

Sort of.

Because as grateful as he was for his broad circle of friends, Peter was still, at heart, an introvert. And right now, his social energy is running on fumes.

It’s because of this - and nothing to do with the relentless questions about Stark - that Peter retreats to the library at lunch that day.

Nestled away in the dusty, back corner, near the collection of old encyclopaedias that nobody reads, are an assortment of bean bags. It’s away from the main area, quiet and disregarded by most. It used to be a thriving recreational area way before Peter’s time, but there wasn’t any maintenance to it over the years. Now the bags are old, terribly lumpy and are speckled with suspicious stains, the fabric is thinning and aged. Most people purposefully avoid the old rec area, which is why Peter likes this spot best. It’s his secret hiding space.

He prepares to disassociate for the next forty minutes by getting comfortable on his favorite bean bag and popping his earphones in.

Next, he retrieves his slightly soggy ham-tomato sandwich from his bag and takes a large bite after unwrapping it. The first burst of tomato hits his tongue at the same time as the music begins.

Ah, to be alone.

Closing his eyes, he allows his body to sink into the bag and for his thoughts to wander freely.

Of course, because his luck is as poor as he is, his seclusion lasts all of three songs before someone else enters into his space. Well it’s not his space, technically, but it should be.

When Peter creaks an eye open to see who is intruding he’s surprised to see Thor perched on the bean-chair opposite him. They catch each others stare and smile.

Well, alone time is overrated.

Maybe his luck isn’t down the drain after all - because this is his opportunity to prove he isn’t a total fumbling loser. He doesn’t know which deity he pleased to be alone in a quiet corner of the library with Thor, but someone up there is clearly looking out for him.

He wants to say something, to strike up a conversation that might make Peter seem cool and only casually interested - something that would make him sound both smart and like, available.

But not too available.

With little success, Peter wracks his brain for the best opening line but frets because he’s ever been cool or collected a day in his life. And great, now he’s just been sitting there smiling for like two whole minutes like an absolute weirdo. Come on, Parker, say something!

Thor acts well before Peter has the chance to say anything, pointing at him, his mouth moving with words Peter can’t hear.

Realising a moment too late that his earphones are still playing music from his phone, Peter hurries to tug them out if his ears, smacking himself in the face in the .

“Sorry, I was --” Peter gestures to his ears, hands shaking, cheeks going hot. God, Thor is talking to him. Him! Peter Parker! “Sorry. What did you say?”

“I said I like your shirt!” Thor replies, way more loudly than what would normally be socially acceptable for a library, but Peter does not care. Thor likes his shirt.

“This?” He asks, gesturing downwards to his shirt where crumbs are dusted at the collar. “You like Nirvana?”

“I do not know Nirvana,” Thor smiles, “but it looks very cool. Peter, right?”

“Uh yeah,” he nods, face positively flaming because again, he knows Peter’s name. Quickly sweeping the crumbs from his shirt, he extends his hand out to the older boy who shakes his hand. Holy shit. Be cool. “I’m Parker -- I mean, Peter. Yes. Nice to be here. I mean, nice to be speaking. To you.”

Even as Peter’s arm is roughly jostled with Thor’s exuberant hand-shaking embarrassment crawls up his neck, and he wants to disintegrate into the bean bag where no one has to witness his persistent, glaring awkwardness. Palms sweating, Peter has to bite his lip to stop himself from commenting on how big Thor’s hands are.

Stop it, he scolds himself, be normal, play it cool.

“Thor, right?” Peter asks, as if he didn’t doodle their initials together in his notebooks. “You were at training last week.”

“Yes, you fell on your face,” Thor nods, gesturing to the yellowed bruising on his jaw, “I saw.”

“Oh, okay, so you saw that! Uhh -- ” Peter waves a hand at his face, laughing nervously. “This? It’s nothing. I’m totally fine.”

“You are clumsy,” Thor states, not unkindly.

“Well, no -- I mean, yes --” Peter tries to come up with an explanation, but falls short. “I’m not always a klutz, promise. Just sometimes.”

“Happens to the best of us. Well, not myself, but you know, generally speaking. In any case, I’m happy to see you’re okay.”

Thor unzips his backpack then and from within it retrieves a truly gargantuan protein shake, followed by a sub wrapped in foil so large it could be the same size as Peter’s forearm. Sneaking a look down at the remainder of his own lunch, his pickings look pretty slim in comparison.

“Sorry,” Thor says. “Just peckish for a snack.”

Peter watches, dazed, as the older boy consumes half his sub in a single bite, washing it down with several mouthfuls of his shake.

A snack.

“You’re fine. Anyway, football isn’t really my forte,” he admits after a moment, drawing his knees up. “I mean, I’m okay at it and I like it, but it’s not really what I’m best at, y’know?”

The blond boy nods, “I’m on the varsity team,” he proclaims, wiping his mouth. “Whatever that means.”

His accent is so thick it takes Peter half a moment to figure out what it was that he said.

He’s not sure if Thor is being serious or not but the one question Peter has is why is he so fucking cute?

A silence follows, albeit not an awkward one. It gives Peter the opportunity to inspect the older boy, nearly a man at his height and stature, of course helped along by the generous distribution of facial hair across his lower face.

“Uh, did you play football back at home?” Peter asks, keen to keep conversation going. “Soccer?”

“Oh yes,” the boy nods. “Soccer, tennis, volleyball. Water polo. Badminton.”

“Wow,” Peter blinks, “that’s a lot of sport. You’re like the whole Olympics here.”

He’s awarded with a lazy grin for that comment. Thor, to his credit, doesn’t appear to be boastful about his physicality, seemingly a result of his passions instead of a product of vanity.

“Close enough, I suppose. What else do you play, besides football?”

“Uhh --”

Oh god. How is he supposed to respond to that when the idea of doing additional sports outside of football is abhorrent? He can’t tell Thor that. Surely he can fake a common interest. Think of something, Parker, think, think.

The first bell rings, saving him from having to provide a potentially humiliating answer, seeing as all how all that could think of was chess, or PC. Both of which are true and accurate, but not exactly something he thinks that would make him appear more attractive or endearing.

Thank god for fifth period.

“To be continued?” Peter asks as he picks up his backpack, just a little hopeful.

There’s an awkward bit of shuffling as they rush to get off the sagging bean chairs, moment filled with odd squeaks of polystyrene as they attempt to stand.

Thor nods and to Peter’s surprise, doesn’t immediately rush to get away from him. There’s an awkward bit of shuffling as they rush to get off the sagging bean chairs with, odd squeaks of polystyrene as they stand. Instead, he accompanies Peter all the way out of the library, walking alongside him into the main hallway where a flurry of students are intersecting to get to their next class, walking alongside him.

Heads turn to watch them as they depart the library and enter the halls. For a moment, as kids part like the red sea to make way for them - for Thor - Peter wonders if this is what it’s like to be famous. Or to be on the arm of someone famous. It certainly feels like it, because even though the revere isn’t for Peter specifically, it seems like the weight of everyone’s awe is on them.

He doesn’t like the attention. But he likes Thor.

To his delight, the older boy follows him to his locker. Embarrassingly, it sticks when Peter tries to open it, as it usually does. He struggles with it for long, humiliating moments before Thor opens it with one hand.

“Thanks,” he says, blush creeping back up his neck. “You’re like, crazy strong, dude.”

Thor flexes and inspects his own bicep, as if seeing it for the first time.

“Perhaps,” he concedes, smiling roguishly. “Back at home I used to lift my brother for weight training.”

“You what?”

“A story for another time,” Thor shakes his head, shuffling closer to be heard over the traffic of students. “Anyway, I should be going. But there was something I have been meaning to ask you, if I may take a moment --”

Peter freezes. Oh my god, this is it, he thinks.

It’s happening.

“-- seeing as you and I have similar interests and we seem compatible, it would please me greatly if you would agree to --”

Heart racing, Peter turns, a fervent yes already on his lips.

It dies when there is a loud call of his name in the hall.

“-- Hey, Parker!”

Whatever Thor was going to say wilts at the interruption, seemingly forgotten as he waves at the intruder. Peter turns to see who called out for him and instantly wishes he didn’t.

Heart dropping to his stomach, he squeezes his eyes shut and sighs.

This is his luck.

Never has he wanted to melt into the floor and die like he does right now as Stark approaches the pair in quick strides.

Hands shoved into his jean pockets, Stark’s wide eyes dart between them inquisitively, a shadow of a smirk crossing his face, disappearing just as quick.

“Well, pardon me. I hope I’m not interrupting anything,” Tony places a hand on his heart and leans on the locker next to Peters. “Thor, barely a pleasure as always.”

“Stark,” Thor nods.

Tony simpers, smile saccharine sweet and gestures to an uneasy Peter.

“I am just so sorry to intrude, but would you mind if I spoke to my husband here? He’s such a slippery one, aren’t you, sweetums?”

Thor looks between them, head going to and fro like a pendulum.

“He’s not my husband,” Peter rushes to assure, acutely pincered between Thor’s confusion and Tony’s mischief. “I mean he is, but it’s for an assignment. We’re not really -- it’s not real. I don’t like him.”

Tony exhales heavily, looking at Thor with dismay. “That’s not what he said in our wedding vows.”

Peter wants to punch him in the throat.

“I understand,” Thor smiles, patting each of them on the shoulder. He dips his chin and catches Peter’s eye. “To be continued?”

“Y-Yeah,” Peter nods enthusiastically, probably too enthusiastically, he thinks, as his aim is to pretend to be cool and disinterested, but he doesn’t even care because maybe not all is lost after all. “To be continued. See you.”

All of the pomp bleeds away from Tony as Thor walks away, his posture turning into a slump against the locker.

The smile drops from Peter’s face. He sends Tony a heated glare as he retrieves from his books, shoving them into his bag.

“What do you want?” he grumbles, slamming his locker shut. “You have the worst timing, you know that?”

“It’s part of my charm,” the other boy shrugs. “What can I say, I’m delightful.”

“You’re deplorable.”

Tony gasps in mock offence. “Deplorable? Good lord, Parker, is that any way to speak to your husband?”

“If the shoe fits,” he says, crossing his arms over his chest. “Look, I have to go to class. Say what you want or move out of the way.”

Tony rolls his eyes. “Oh, don’t be like that. C’mon, what were you and He-Man grunting about, hmm? Grr, me big, you tiny?”

“Unless you have a point,” Peter asks, pointing to the main hall, “I’m leaving.”

Tony puts his hands up in surrender, however the glib expression doesn’t quite leave his face. But at that moment Peter doesn’t have it within him to care, he’s not here to entertain him and sooner they get this over with, the better.

“Alright, alright, buzzkill. Come outside, I have to talk to you about the assignment.”

Peter looks at him, perturbed.

“I need a smoke,” he explains, tutting at Peter dispiritedly. “Also, don’t lie, I know it’s your free period.”

He doesn’t wait for Peter to respond, heading straight for the double doors that lead to the courtyard at a sedate enough pace for Peter to follow. Nonetheless he jogs a few paces to catch up after debating whether or not it was a good idea to follow or if he should hide in the boys bathroom.

Again.

It’s fairly chilly out, the wind whipping through his clothes. He wishes he had a scarf or gloves or something, opting to shove his hands into the pocket of his hoodie and hooking the hood over his head.

“How do you know it’s my free period?” he queries loud enough to be heard over the wind.

“Because,” Tony turns to walk backwards, the breeze whistling around them, “it’s also my free period and you always stink up the library so I can’t go there,” he rounds the corner to lead Peter to the shaded area behind the auditorium where a few students are lingering, most of them smoking.

“And you take the best seat. Personally, I think it’s selfish. I can’t possibly sit there after your ass has warmed it.”

Willing himself to not rise to Tony’s level of pettiness, he crosses his arms over his chest as they come to a stop. The wind is at full force now that the surrounding buildings aren’t taking the brunt of it and it is cold as all hell, although Tony’s in a black t-shirt and doesn’t look affected at all, probably because he’s cold-blooded or warmed by hellfire.

Tony cups his hands over his lighter to protect the flame from the breeze, struggling briefly to light his cigarette. Once the end is properly alight, Tony takes a drag while staring at him.

His hand comes to rest at his thigh, smoke rising idly from the cigarette. After a moment, he exhales the smoke in Peters direction.

“Wow. You’re disgusting,” he waves his hand in front of his face to dispel the smell. “Don’t you know second-hand smoke can kill?”

"Yes. Do you want a drag to speed up the process?”

“Don’t be a dick,” he says as Tony seems to find himself funny, offering up the cigarette in jest. Peter has half a mind to snatch it out of his hands and stomp on it. “I know that’s hard for you.”

“I’m joking, okay. I thought the wind would redirect the smoke. My bad.”

Peter rolls his eyes. “Yeah, I’m sure. Anyway, the assignment? Still waiting for whatever was so urgent."

Tony takes another drag, flicking ash to the ground before answering.

“I booked an appointment with a realtor for tomorrow after school.”

That has Peter’s curiosity piqued. “Really? Where?”

“LIC. One of the agents has agreed to be a reference so our domestic nightmare can be officially documented. Yay, go team.”

“Yay,” Peter deadpans. “What time?”

“Appointment’s at four-thirty,” Tony retrieves his phone from his pocket and hands it to Peter. “Give me your number and I’ll send you the details.”

Peter accepts it with a grimace. It’s warm from Tony’s body heat. Ugh.

“And now you can say: ��thank you for being proactive, Tony, you’re so much better than me, Tony’.”

“Thank you for being proactive, Anthony, even if you’re a self-aggrandizing jerk,” Peter mutters, voice getting progressively more sarcastic.

A wide smile blooms on Tony’s face, clearly pleased with himself.

“You’re welcome, Parker.”

He is going to let that one go, Peter decides, feeling magnanimous on spite of the circumstances. He’d never admit it, but he’s kinda surprised by Tony’s apparent initiative, and even genuinely a little grateful that the other boy has arranged this so quickly. Or even that he thought to arrange it at all - field research was one of the highest scoring components on the rubric for this assignment.

Eyes flicking up for a moment, he assesses the other boy. Maybe he’s not as much of a slacker as Peter thought he was.

Tony, slumped against the brick wall, rubs his stomach and burps quietly.

Or maybe he is.

Nevertheless, Peter types in his details and saves his contact in Tony’s phone as Your Better Half.

Peter isn’t too much to look at, he knows, but he’s not the weak link here.

Tony accepts the phone back and wipes the touch screen on his shirt before pocketing it.

“Alright then, meet me after school tomorrow in the parking lot. Don’t be late,” he flicks his cigarette to the ground and steps on it to put it out. Tony bends at the waist then to pick up the stub, clutching it in his fist for later disposal instead of leaving it as litter.

That surprises Peter a little, it’s more thoughtful, conscious a gesture than he would have expected to come from Stark. Not that he’s ever personally seen such behaviour from him, but it wouldn’t be a stretch with his devil-may-care attitude. Would it?

He’s about to make mention of heading back inside when Stark takes two purposeful steps towards Peter, bridging the gap between them.

Peter freezes on the spot, breath caught in his chest as Tony brings them nose-to-nose.

He flicks his eyes down at Tony’s lips when his solemn expression morphs into an impish smile.

“Dude, what -- ?”

While Peter is distracted, Tony’s hands dart out to grip the strings of Peter’s hoodie, tugging them until the hood shrinks around his face.

“Do me a solid and try to wear something that doesn’t make you look like you’re a step away from lining up at a soup kitchen, okay? Y’know, something nice.”

Peter smacks his hands away furiously, letting out a breath he didn’t know he was holding as Tony backs away, snickering.

“You really get off on being a prized piece of shit, don’t you?” he mutters, somewhat self conscious as he tries to correct the hood. “Poor jokes, that’s real nice. Sorry not all of us were born wearing Balenciaga.”

He continues to struggle with it as they move away and head back towards the main building, pushing it off his head altogether.

“Calm down, Charlie Brown, it’s not that deep,” Tony says drily, although his flippant demeanour softens significantly. “I have no doubt that you’d still manage to look like a hobo even if you were loaded, okay. You just have that grubby vibe.” Tony claps his hands together. “So, tomorrow. Meet me in the parking lot. Yes?”

Inside, away from the wind, Peter is still helpless to quell the hurricane that is Tony Stark. He gives him a tired thumbs up.

With that Tony sets off in the opposite direction, leaving Peter to wonder what the hell just happened, and what his life has become these last few days.

“What a jackass,” he says to himself.

Now alone, he rubs his hands up and down his face, fruitlessly attempting to scrub away the memory of Tony close to him, eyes warm with mirth, the heat of his body up close and the smell of nicotine on his breath as he quite literally tugged Peter’s strings. It takes longer than he likes to will the image away and to calm the furious beat of his heart.

Furious; a feeling Peter is becoming progressively more familiar - and uncomfortable with.

Ben used to say that being angry at someone was allowing them to take up space in your head, rent free. He was right, because it never served Peter well to house animosity when acceptance was kinder to his soul and psyche, and to others -- but he can’t help it with this guy. Tony Stark is like an ear worm of the brain. He has this completely obnoxious way of making himself front and centre despite Peter’s best efforts to cast him to the sidelines.

While he’s willing himself to move on his phone vibrates inside his pocket with a new message.

> ur not my better half, loser > why r u like this > nvm i already know lol. > remember, don’t be late 2morrow

Peter, just a little satisfied with himself for getting under Tony’s skin, saves his contact as Tiny Stank and types back quickly, eager to get back to his seat in the library - assuming Stark hasn’t already occupied it - and make the best of his remaining free period.

< whatever helps u sleep at night < also, plz lose my number after this is over

> way ahead of u, princess > say hi to aunt may for me

Ugh, Peter cringes, pocketing his phone without replying.

That guy is the worst.

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tagging: @bylerboyfriends, @ravens-starker-stuff, @starker-rays, @ironspiderstarker, @muse-of-gods, @notfor-temporaryuse, @tabbycat1220, @sugarfreecult, @rebel13lion39, @plueschpop, @spideravocados, @jellybbunny, @booktrashme, @elfkido, @mycatislickingmybedsheets, @queerghostboyo, @disneyprincessdominatrix

#starker #ironspider #high school au #tony stark x peter parker

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seijorhi · 4 years

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Nishinoya who is a well known bandit who is known to rob and kill royals and other rich people. When he was younger his s/o was taken away from him to work for the royals against her will and he grew angry because of it. He swore to find her and get her back but when he found out she actually enjoyed working for royals and became a guard like the very people who took her away, he felt betrayed and instead of saving her started to harass her kingdom until she gave in to him.

Love me some Noya!!

Nishinoya Yuu x Female Reader

TW Violence, murder, blood, implied kidnapping

Stranger

The weight of cold steel in your palm is a comfort. Your grip is strong, steady - it doesn’t betray the way that your heart is racing, the dizzying feeling of air being squeezed from your lungs.

He looks almost exactly the same. Handsome, older of course, and there’s a scar cut across his left eyebrow that wasn’t there when you last saw him, but still the same Nishinoya that you remember - even if those fox like eyes are currently glaring daggers at you.

You swallow uneasily, darting your gaze from his face to your Lady’s - white as a sheet, biting her lip hard enough to draw blood - and the pale, glinting blade pressed against her throat. The other guard is already dead, too slow on his feet to dodge Nishi’s knife. His blood, crimson and cooling, pools on the ground between you two, but neither of you pay it any mind. You have more important things to worry about than the fate of your unfortunate companion.

“Let her go, Noya. If it’s money you want, the jewels and the horses, take them. I won’t stop you, but you harm her…” you let the threat hang in the air between you, shifting your stance ever so slightly to mirror his.

His knife, like your sword, doesn’t waver.

“No hello, then?” he asks with a grin - a cold, harsh mockery of the smiles he used to favour you with. “After everything I’ve done to get your attention, too. I’m hurt.”

Your heart skips a beat. For six months, the rumours had swelled through the underbelly of the court; a rogue bandit cutting a bloody swath through the kingdom, burning and pillaging as he went. Bandits were always a problem in the kingdom, but for one to gain a reputation like this, to strike out so violently and indiscriminately… and then came the stories from sole survivors.

It wasn’t like Noya had ever been a saint, you both had blood on your hands, but this was something else entirely. This wasn’t a quick kill for a bit of coin.

And for months, you’d had a sick feeling in your stomach, because it couldn’t have been him. It just couldn’t. Even if the descriptions matched him to a tee, even if you’d seen his handiwork first hand - your Noya wasn’t a monster.

Standing there, staring into those familiar brown eyes, you wonder how much of your Noya is even left… how much has changed since the two of you were ripped apart.

You swallow, licking your lips. Your mouth is dry, your heart pounding so loudly against your chest it’s a wonder they both can’t hear it. It’s not fear that races through your veins, but a cacophony of conflicting emotions you can’t even begin to untangle.

How is it possible to look at the face of a man you’ve loved since you were a child and see a stranger staring back at you? How can you want to run to him and stab him at the same time?

“You have my attention. Now let my Lady go,” you say slowly.

Nishinoya scoffs, turning his head just a fraction to appraise his captive. “Your Lady?” his voice is deadly quiet, sharp and edged with fury.

The Princess trembles in his arms as his smile widens, and you silently will her to keep a calm head and stay still. With his knife pressed so tightly against her throat, one wrong move and there won’t be anything you’ll be able to do to save her.

“When the fuck did these rich, royal cunts gain your loyalty, huh? How long did it take for you to turn your back on everything, on us, and play toy soldier to the people who stole you away from me?” he snarls, and with the slightest flick of his wrist he cuts a thin red line across her throat.

She wails in his arms, big, fat tears rolling down her face and your heart constricts once more. You wish that his words didn’t strike a chord, and you wish, more than anything, that there wasn’t some nugget of truth to them.

But it wasn’t like you’d chosen that path yourself.

There’s more than a touch of bitterness in the way you glare at him. “I waited, Nishi, and you didn’t come. What was I supposed to do?”

Hold out hope forever? Did he realise that they gave you a choice the day they took you; hang for your crimes or work for your penance.

You chose to live, because you were waiting for him.

And he never came.

Nishinoya’s jaw tightens as fire blazes in his eyes, and for the first time, you see the tremor in his hand. He opened his mouth to spit something back, but he’s cut off by another wail from the struggling Princess in his arms.

“P-please,” she sobs, and for a moment you’re not sure whether she’s begging for you to save her or for the bandit to let her go, but then those wide, pretty eyes settle on you and you feel the weight of it like a gut punch. In that single, terrified glance, you realise that she understands this isn’t about the pretty jewels hanging off her throat. “Please, Y/N-”

The very moment your name slips past her lips, Noya snarls like a wounded animal and jerks his elbow back.

In a split second, slowed down to a horrifying crawl, a fountain of blood sprays over you, splattering against your amour.

He tosses her body to the ground like she’s nothing, barely an afterthought, but all you can do is stare. There’s a pounding in your head and you can hear a shattered scream echoing out - it takes you a second to realise that it’s coming from you.

She’s dead.

She… she’s dead.

Your eyes flicker from her body to Noya. His breathing is ragged, his shoulders heaving with the force of each exhale, but it’s the look in his eyes - the savage, bloodthirsty glee that gleams in the aftermath of his kill - that snaps something inside of you.

Too late, your instincts kick in. With an almighty howl, you lift your sword and swing, but he’s quicker than you remember.

Stronger, too.

Your sword is tossed aside onto the grass too far out of reach, your arm twisted sharply behind your back, pinning you against him. Vaguely you register his knife teasingly brushing against your waist, but it’s the feel of his warm breath on your neck that makes you shiver.

“Noya-”

He cuts you off with a soft chuckle, “Y’know, I’ve never really had a problem taking what I wanted from others, I don’t mind taking it by force if I have to. I kinda like the killing, gets my heart racing, makes the prize just that much sweeter.” You shut your eyes tightly, fighting back the tears that threaten to spill down your cheeks. His lips brush along the column of your throat, lingering as he breathes in your scent, and you can feel the way that he smiles against your skin. “They took you from me, it’s about damned fuckin’ time I stole you back.”

#yandere haikyuu #yandere nishinoya #yandere nishinoya x reader #yandere nishinoya yuu x reader #yandere nishinoya yuu #female reader #yandere hq #haikyuu fic #haikyuu imagines #yandere haikyuu imagines #medieval au #tw murder #tw blood #tw death #nishinoya x reader #nishinoya yuu #request #implied kidnapping

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keelywolfe · 3 years

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FIC: Just Swimmingly ch.3 (BAON)

Summary: Despite the title, things are not exactly so, not by a long shot.

Tags: Spicyhoney, Established Relationships, Hurt/Comfort, Additional Tags To Come

Part of the ‘by any other name’ series.

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Certain Monsters possessed the skill of basic precognition, but Edge was not one of them. He was certain of it. It would have been a useful skill in Underfell so many years ago instead of relying on hard-earned experience or even as recently as a few months outside of the Chinese restaurant. There were many things in his life that might have veered down a different path with only a brief moment of insight into the future.

Of his many talents, the best he could offer in that direction was his intuition and perhaps that explained his vague restlessness that night as he sat on the sofa working on his laptop. As absorbed as he was in his work, Edge found himself shifting in his seat in a way that had nothing to do with his barely healed leg. A few times he nearly texted Stretch and resisted, not wishing to give off the impression that he was checking in on him. There was no good reason for him to feel uneasy about Stretch going out on the town with his best friend as he had many times before. There was even less for the prickling feeling crawling up his spine when his phone pinged with a text message in the chime he’d set for unknown numbers.

That prickling turned icy cold, skittering along his vertebrae as he read the simple message like the spiders he was still occasionally dreamed about on rare, awful nights. Three words. Not the ones he’d slowly grown accustomed to saying so often to Stretch, nearly torn from him the first time they were spoken and now said with ease, morning, noon, and night, as often as his love wanted to hear them and repeat them back.

These words made dread and fury lurch within his battered soul, tainted with fear.

We have him.

His phone chimed again but Edge didn’t have the chance to see the second message. At that moment, his front door burst open with enough force to slam against the opposite wall and Edge never hesitated. He hurled the attack on pure instinct and by the time he actually saw Antwan’s face, his dark eyes going wide, it was too late to pull it back.

Before the wave of bones could land, Antwan was yanked backwards out of the doorway by a sudden blue glow in his chest. The door swung back closed seconds before the sharpened bones slammed up against the steel, quivering briefly before vanishing without leaving behind a scratch or dent. His attacks were targeted at the soul and the physicality of the door was enough to stop them.

Edge was at the door before the last bone vanished, stumbling outside to find Antwan lying spreadeagle in the grass and his brother standing over him, his left eye still glowing with searing crimson and the spangle of blue at the fingertips of his left hand fading.

“fucking hell, dumbass, i told ya to stop!” Red snarled down at him. “lucky he didn’t turn you into a kabob, what the fuck were you thinkin’!”

Edge pushed past Red and fell to his knees next to Antwan, barely noticing the sharp twinge from his leg as he gasped out, “I’m sorry, I—" He fell silent as Antwan waved a shaky hand at him.

“My fault,” Antwan rasped. He sat up, and Edge could only crouch by him, his hands hovering but not touching as his friend coughed, dragging in a harsh breath to wheeze out, “Wind just…got knocked out me.” One harsh inhale, another, his breathing easing. “Don’t even try to apologize, he’s right, it was my fault.” Antwan staggered to his feet, barely catching his balance before holding out a hand to Edge. “Did you get a text?”

Red interrupted him with a short, sharp hiss before he could reply. “not out here,” Red said tersely. “both of ya inside, right now.”

Arguing would be pointless, Red would have things his way or none at all. The hard tangle of emotions in his chest, worry, fear, guilt, were ignored as Edge took Antwan’s hand and allowed him to help pull him to his feet. Now was not a time for anything as useless as pride and he forced it down with all the other emotions trying to boil their way up. He led the way inside, closing the door behind his brother.

But Red didn’t move further into the house. He stood on the doormat and held out a hand as he said curtly, “gimmie your phone.”

The instinct to protest was immediate, but Edge only hesitated a moment before handing it over. He wasn’t surprised when his brother entered the passcode and thumbed through his messages. He couldn’t even manage vague irritation. There wasn’t room in his soul for any other emotion, all of it viciously crammed together in a ball inside him, he couldn’t let everything demanding to be felt come through. His anger and fear needed to wait, the only thing he could allow was cool detachment.

Antwan had collapsed on the sofa when he came inside, an arm slung over his eyes. Edge left his brother to his snooping and went to sit by his feet, offering a quiet, “I am sorry. You startled me but that’s no excuse.”

Antwan only waved him off again. “Don’t, man. It’s okay, I was already unsteady on my feet, anyway. Your brother showed up in my house yammering about text messages and dragged me over.” His unpleasant chuckle turned into a groan and a stifled burb. “Your brother’s shortcuts are rough, no wonder you’re always about to upchuck after one.”

“bitch later,” Red said suddenly. He shoved Edge’s laptop aside to sit on the coffee table and his expression was not a soothing one, cold and grim. “gonna give it to you straight, both of ya, so brace yourselves. embassy took a call about ten minutes ago for a ransom demand.” He held up Edge’s phone between two scarred fingers. “included this same picture they sent you, boss, and if the time stamp is right, they were both alive when it was sent.”

Next to him, Antwan stiffened. It was strange to see him sputtering inarticulately, Edge noticed distantly. Always he was so eloquent in the courtrooms, arguing fearlessly for Monsters rights. To hear him now, struggling with words, was grotesque in a way, each one stumbling off his tongue, “They…alive? But how…what…they as in Stretch and Jeff? How the fuck, what the fuck do you mean a ransom demand, who the fuck...!?”

“Let me see it,” Edge demanded over Antwan’s questions. Even as he snatched for it, his phone disappeared from Red’s grip in a neat sleight of hand and he cursed aloud, “Let me see, damn it!”

“not a fucking chance, little brother.” The words were not unkind, only his brother’s dubious version of gentleness that Edge rarely wanted and certainly not right now. “it ain’t gonna do a damn thing to calm your tits.”

He closed his sockets briefly, then asked, low, “How much?”

Red licked his teeth, grimacing, “that don’t matter, neither. asgore’s all for payin’ it, no matter if it wipes out our accounts, but that’s ain’t gonna help. you know that.”

He did. Kidnapping and ransom were not uncommon in Underfell and he knew from bitter experience that ransom demands did not have happy endings. He forced those memories away, could not place his husband or Jeff anywhere within them, refused to even contemplate it.

His tenuous grip on his anger was slipping, his soul throbbing hot and heavy, ready to unleash his rage at whoever dared attack what as his. Useless; there was nowhere to direct it, not yet, and all he could do was get what information there was. “Then tell me where we are. What are we doing to get them back?”

“welp.” Red stood, tucking his hands in his pockets in a telling delay tactic that did nothing to soothe Edge’s burgeoning anger. “already sent a team out to where their cell and trackers are pinging, but they ain’t gonna be there ‘cause someone tipped ‘em off to ditch their clothes.”

“Their clothes--?” Antwan said, pitiful confusion swelling into his own anger. “you said they weren’t hurt!”

“said they were alive.” Whatever expressions were on their faces made Red grimace, “but yeah, they don’t look hurt, neither, which means the reports we’re getting’ that the honey bun was drugged at the bar are prolly accurate.”

Through his carefully cultivated calm, a sliver of his hope latched on to those words, not hurt, please, not hurt. “You said someone tipped them off. Why do you think that? Explain.”

Red pointed a sharp-tipped finger at him. “your liability ain’t a fighter, but he ain’t no slouch, either. he wouldn’t get in a car with a stranger no matter what candy they got, and he’d get the hell out of dodge before anyone snatched him up if things looked hairy. coupla rough shortcuts is hell on the equilibrium, anyone he was draggin’ along for the ride wouldn’t be in any shape to play these kinda games. but that ain’t common knowledge, so why’d they drug him and not handy andy, unless they had a cheat book.”

That made sense. Edge nodded, gesturing impatiently for him to go on and Red did, choosing his words with obvious care.

“already taking calls from the bar they were at, they’re the ones sayin’ the honey bun looked drugged. that takes some know-how right there, ain’t no wikipedia on how to dope a monster. descriptions are vague right now. humans, your basic white guy with dark hair generic bullshit. we’re gettin’ a copy of their security footage now.”

“So.” Edge stood and wandered to the window, tugging aside the curtain to look out at the night. The porch light cast a glowing circle of sodium yellow and within it he could see one of the flowerbeds he’d been working on before gardening took a brief backseat to building a small duckling a pond. In a few weeks there would be a riot of flowers blooming in colors he never dreamed existed before he came to the surface and it didn’t matter, none of it matter, he’d sacrifice any of it, all of it it, pay any ransom to have Stretch back here with him. He kept his gaze on outside as he said with slow deliberation, “What you’re telling me is we have no idea where they are, no idea who has them, and we know absolutely fucking nothing of any fucking use, particularly where they might have gotten this inside information!”

The last word ended on a near shout as Edge struggled again with his temper. This wasn’t his brother’s fault or if it was, he wasn’t the only one to blame. The failure to protect what was his was as heavy as lead, dragging him downward into the eager embrace of his LV, waiting to be unleashed.

Behind him, his brother drawled, “nope, that ain’t what i’m saying. that’s what i’m tellin’ you.”

Edge whirled around, snarling out, “you little bastard, you—”

“ah, ah, ah,” Red interrupted, eye lights flickering, and Edge shut his mouth so hard his teeth clipped the tip of his tongue, warm magic filling his mouth. “don’t try to sweettalk me, bro. i ain’t tellin’ you any extras ‘cause you need to be here, not out there gettin’ into shit and gettin’ into people’s way. we’re on it, i’m on it. you two are staying the fuck here ‘cause i’m already looking for two dipshits, don’t need to double it.”

Antwan let out an unsteady laugh. “I appreciate you thinking of me, but I’m a lawyer, not James Bond. I’ll stay. I’m trusting you to bring him home.” His voice broke then, that calm dignity wavering. In his lap, his hands were twisted so tightly together that his knuckles were bloodlessly grey. “Please, bring him home to me.”

Perhaps they were both too far from Underfell these days. That faltering gentleness rose again in his brother as he said, “already working on it, pal.” His gaze flicked back to Edge and hardened. “bro, look at me.”

“I am looking at you,” Edge ground out. Red nodded once.

“brother.” That single, stark word was like a jolt right to the chest, striking home. “i’ll get him back to you, you hear me? i promise.”

There was a beat of silence before Edge managed to nod. His head felt strangely heavy, wobbling on his vertebrae.

Suddenly, Red grinned, sharp-toothed and there was the cruel humor Edge knew so very well that his brother possessed. “one other thing you two gotta consider. of all of us, they snatched up stretch.” That grin widened, the wild, silent laughter glittering in his crimson eye lights nearly demonic. “gotta admit, the honey bun’s got a way about ‘im. wouldn’t want to be in their shoes right about now.”

Edge barked out a laugh, tight and pained, “That is a very good point. Of any of us, Stretch is certainly…creative.”

The last word caught in his throat, nearly choking him. He turned back around to escape from his brother’s penetrating look, staring again outside and this time he allowed his gaze to rise to the darkened sky, at the twinkling lights filling that velvety blackness as he thought, Come home to me.

He did not say it aloud, only looked out at the stars that Stretch loved so much and sent his silent wish to them with the desperate hope of one who needed to believe. Come home.

tbc

#spicyhoney #papcest #keelywolfe #underfell #underswap #underfell papyrus #underswap papyrus #by any other name

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bl--ankhaeji · 4 years

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Fluff with some kinda angst w/ xuxi please. Where the reader is sad bc she feels insecure of her weight and some flaws uwu

I wrote a little something else to go with this here

Someone else sent in a request similar to this one so I just combined them

Other Request Anon: Hi 🙂 Can you do a xuxi x chubby reader? I'm really feeling ugly these days bc I keep getting fat. ☹️ I really love to eat tho.. but I need something comforting to read right now bc I feel insecure to other girls with a beautiful body. 🙂 It's okay tho if you don't want to. I will understand. Thanks a lot. 😚

I know this request took a while but I hope you like it sweets

P.S the ending is a little rushed because I ran out of time sorry

As you stood at the end of your driveway you watched the sculpted back of your used to be boyfriend walk away from you getting smaller the farther he walked. Tears raced quickly down your face, the more you wiped the more came in their place. Your knees gave out under you as you fell to the unwavering ground below, the grass only providing minimal comfort.

“XUXI!” you screamed at the retreating back pretty soon you couldn’t see him any more and as realization sunk in a chorus of the word ‘no’ flowed out of your mouth getting louder each time.

“NO!” you shot up out of bed, the blanket that was once wrapped around you falling to the floor as your chest rose and fell quickly. An impending panic attack was coming to the surface as you tried calming yourself. You had dreamt that your boyfriend Xuxi had left you after telling you that your weight was too much for him to handle.

As the memory of the harsh words he spoke rang in your head you notice the current damp state of not your face. Once you had calmed yourself you took a look at your phone to see that you had two unread messages and a missed call from your boyfriend.

Xuxi:

Good morning baby, I had to go to the company for practice and we have an interview later so I might be home a little late.

Also I bought you your favorite breakfast and left it in the microwave so when you wake up just heat it up and give me a ft ok I want to hear your voice and see your beautiful face.

Stepping out of your shared bedroom you make your way to the kitchen. The ding from the microwave rings throughout the room taking the food out of the device you make your way to the living room and turn on the tv.

You do as asked and call Xuxi to which he picks up on the second ring. “Hey baby.” His deep voice sounds through the phone automatically bringing a smile to your face, “Hey” you responded. When he asks why you didn’t facetime your mind immediately went to the dream and then you thought about how you look right now. You give him some half assed lie about your battery in hopes that he wouldn’t ask anymore about it. At the same time you look at the food set in front of you and instantly lose your appetite.

You stay on the phone with Xuxi until he has to go. Getting up off of the couch your body feels especially heavy and the dream pops up again. It’s as if your mind is trying to warn you that this is your future if you don’t do something, and looking at the food again you start to feel sick to your stomach.

You throw the food away and go to take a shower hoping that it’ll somehow wash away your insecurities. Walking into the bathroom you turn on the water and begin to strip and as your luck has it you accidentally catch yourself in the mirror and it’s as if you get caught in a trance. YOu have no choice but to look at yourself, your naked body. The lighting in the room is bright and does not care about accentuating all aspects of your flawed body. The raw disgust you feel increases as your eyes dart all over yourself spotting any and everything wrong.

Your hand unconsciously lifts to the rolls at your sides accompanied by the plethora of stretch marks on your arms and your thighs and your stomach and your ass. It’s as if they never end. Every slight form of movement causes at least one part of your body to jiggle unattractively. You look at your face and the slight double chin under it.

The steam from the shower layers the bathroom, the condensation covering the mirror keeping you from seeing yourself clearly. Snapping out of it you realize that you’ve had the water running for a very long time, while in the shower you think of Xuxi and how he wouldn’t want you to think of yourself this way. You think about the feeling of his hands caressing your body with so much love and care.

Stepping out of the shower you feel a little better about yourself. You make your way into the room so that you can pick out some clothes to wear. “Maybe if I dress up i’ll feel even better about myself.” Preparing the clothes in your mind you have an image for a bomb ass outfit.

You put on the clothes and go look in the mirror to see something completely different then what you had imagined. The person you saw was not who you imagined. Your eyes zoned in on your torso and how it pushed against the shirt and the word frumpy popped up in your head. You felt as if you were the before picture on a makeover show. It was all wrong how could-

‘You know how. Why would anything look good on you.’ a voice in the back of your head told you. Instant depression washed over you. Suddenly the dream came to again and it almost brought tears to your eyes. The ringing of your phone cleared your thoughts but only temporarily.

It was Xuxi, he was facetiming you. You couldn’t let him see you like this, so you didn’t answer it. You messaged him telling him you were busy and couldn’t answer. But the reminder that Xuxi is there calmed you once again and you just took the clothes off making the decision to not think about it anymore and you threw on some sweats and one of Xuxi’s oversized shirts.

Laying in bed you go through your phone looking for something to occupy you and your mind, but nothing can keep your attention and the self demeaning thoughts start to creep back in. And not to mention your head is starting to hurt. “Maybe after a nap things will be better.” You say to yourself as you close your eyes and go to sleep.

You wake up in a cold sweat with a throat as dry as the sahara. Getting up out of bed the room starts to spin forcing you to have to steady yourself. Making your way to the kitchen you hear the door open revealing your tall boyfriend. “Hey baby how was your day?” Xuxi asks as he walks up to you after he drops his backpack on the floor, giving you a kiss on your cheek.

“Hey bubs.” you say avoiding the rest of the question as you put the glass up to your lips and take a drink of water. When Xuxi wraps his hands around your waist lifting you and spinning you lightly. The headache that never left intensifies to the point where you feel as if you are going to faint. “XUXI put me down!” once your feet touch the floor your legs give out you hear a loud “Woah!” and you feel his arms around you once again steadying you.

He cradles your face in his large hands, forcing you to look at him, “Baby are you ok? You’ve been acting a little off all day. I wasn’t going to say anything because it didn’t seem too serious but now I’m worried.”

“I’m fin-” your body folds in on itself once again and Xuxi drags you to your room sitting you on the bed where he looks at you with a face that says ‘Lie again’. You avoid his eyes, not wanting him to know that you have been feeling bad about yourself all day. He walks back to the kitchen to get you more water when he walks by the garbage can and sees the food he left you earlier this morning in the trash.

“Why was this in the trash? Have you starved yourself all day??!!” he asks once he makes it back to the room, holding the back of old food up next to his face. Your silence is enough answer for him and he walks out of the room to quickly order food. Sitting on the bed in front of you he looks at you with possibly the most serious expression you’ve ever seen on him.

“Why?” is all he says as he waits for you to explain why you would possibly want to harm yourself like this. After explaining through unshed tears to him what you went through today he takes you into his arms, his sturdy chest unyielding as cries wrack your body. “Babygirl I don’t want you to ever do this to yourself again ok? Promise me.” He holds out his pinky finger.

“I want to know that I will never in my life do that to you. I love you for everything you are. I love how soft and cuddly you are, I love how you fill out your clothes, I love how you look. But not only that I love you, for exactly who you are no matter what you look like.” he tells you looking into your eyes, “ I don’t want you to lose weight, that’s not what this is about. It’s about being healthy and starving yourself is not how you do it. I will support you wholeheartedly if you say you want to get healthy but being healthy is NOT about being a certain weight. Do you understand me?”

As if it was pre-planned the food he ordered had just made it and as Xuxi went to go get it so you could finally eat something it left you with your thoughts. Dream be damned, insecurities be damned, you do want to get healthy not lose weight. You shouldn’t be forced to feel a certain way about yourself just because of some numbers on a scale or just because you don’t look like mainstream females.

And as Xuxi sat in front of you feeding you the food he bought the only thing on your mind was, “Damn I love this man.”

#Lucas #nct #nct fluff #Lucas fluff #wayv #Lucas x reader #Lucas angst #wayv fluff #nct angst #wayv angst #lucas x chubby reader #chubby reader #superm #superm lucas #Treanswers

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sestra-inestro · 5 years

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The Carry On - (2/5)

Pairings: mob!bucky x reader

Warnings: smut straight-up (18+), unprotected sex (wrap n strap it people), swearing, angst, violence, blood, guns, suicide, the killing of an animal so read at your own risk.

A/N: just kinda crammed the smut in there for this. I think we needed it. This will be the most violent part tho.

Part 1

2 Years Later

Bucky stirring beside you woke you from your light sleep. Groaning, you rolled over and faced him.

“Sorry baby.” Bucky’s raspy voice chuckled as his fingers traced your hairline. He leaned in to kiss your lips but you covered your mouth.

“Nope.” He pouted at you. “Not until I brush my teeth.”

“Oh, baby.” Bucky rolled his body on top of yours and pulled your hands away from your face. “You know I don’t care about that.”

He placed a warm kiss on your neck. His tongue swiped your skin.

“You should care.” You say, tilting your head back to expose more of your neck.

“Well I don’t.” His kisses trailed down across your collarbone. His actions were causing heat to bloom at your core. His hips started to gently roll against yours, gaining a moan from you.

“You are so beautiful.” He continued to worship your skin and rub up against you. “No matter what your breath smells like.” He smirked against your skin.

You giggled and pushed against his shoulder.

His arms curled under you and pulled you closer, burying his head in your neck and pushing himself into you. He pushed his thighs up under your legs and hooked your knees around the thick muscle of his legs.

You push yourself further up on the bed with his legs and grasp onto his forearms, enjoy feeling him so close to you and the pleasure he brings you just by moving over your clothes.

You rolled your hips back into his, making him groan in your neck. You closed your eyes, listening to the sounds of him. Knowing only you can make him make those noises.

As Bucky’s firm hand gently started to make its way down your waist, squeezing your skin as it made its way to the waistband of your pyjamas shorts. His fingers slipped into your shorts and you braces yourself for his loving hands to touch you where you were craving him the most...when Brunner’s whines sounded through the door and a soft knock tapped on the wood.

“Mr Barnes?” Rita’s timid voice came to your ears. “Are you awake?”

Bucky groaned and dropped his head to your shoulder, making you giggle.

“Yes, Rita?” Bucky’s voice came out muffled.

“Um, there has been a phone call for you this morning. More information about an enemy?” Rita said as she struggled to hold back Brunner from making so much noise.

“I’ll be up in a minute.” He said, his voice still muffled.

“I’m sorry?” Rita asked, straining to hear her boss.

“I’ll be up in a minute.” He said a little louder.

“Pardon?”

“For Gods sake.” Bucky curse and pulling himself away from you. But before he could yell and scream at the poor maid you flipped him over and straddled him. Bucky was startled by the sudden movement and looked up to you in shock, completely silent.

The bed making a loud thump.

“He’ll be right out, Rita.” You called out to her.

“Okay, Mrs Barnes.” Rita said before pulling Brunner away from the door so he doesn’t get into trouble.

You peered down at Bucky with your hands on his chest. “You need to be nicer to her.”

Bucky huffed in response and caressed the skin on your thighs.

“I was trying to make love to my wife.” Bucky pouted.

You smirked down at him. “You can make love to your wife.” You leant down and placed a kiss on his chest. “When you’ve caught your enemy.”

You said playfully before pushing off of him and leaping out of bed before he could reach you.

Bucky whined in protest as he watched you slip on your silk robe.

“I’ll see you downstairs, lover.” You winked at him. Bucky watches with pride as you leave, hips sashaying away and leaving him straining against him boxer briefs.

It was sometime before Bucky joined you once again. He descended down the stairs freshly showered and in his good work suit. His eyes were on you as you talked to Brunner, who was sitting at you feet, happily wagging his tail.

Bucky didn’t quite appreciate having the Staffy in the house. He made messes and scratched up the floor with his claws. But you adored the dog beyond every mess he made, and always picked up after him. You compromised with Bucky to let him stay in the house for some parts of the day while he finished his training. He is protective, just can’t tell the difference between carpet or grass sometimes.

Brunner lowers his head and makes his way to the back door at the sight of Bucky, who is walking straight to you.

You smiled, knowingly as Bucky approached you. Swiftly, Bucky grasped your hip and pulled you to him.

“I need you.” He whispered in you ear, pushing himself into you so you feel how hard he still is. He crushed his lips against yours.

You moan at the feeling of him against you. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he lifted your thighs around him and backed you into the couch. You locked your ankles around him and pulled him closer to you, feeling his hard member against your heated core. Feeling him through your clothes and his pants made your core swell with wetness.

You rushed to pulled the robe off your shoulders and pushed Bucky’s blazer off his.

Bucky’s hand cupped your cheek, his tongue dancing around your lips before diving into your mouth. His other hand trailed across you thigh and pressed flat against your heat, pressing on your nub of nerves.

Your body grew more hungry from him as he rubbed you through your pyjamas. You pull your lips away from his and look him in the eyes as you grind your hips against his hand.

Bucky stares into your eyes as he rubbed harsh circles on your center. Your hips swirls at the movement of his hand as your shorts began to dampen.

“Bucky...” You whimpered out. “Please.”

“Please what, Princess?” Bucky’s voice was raspy.

“Fuck me.” You begged.

Your plea was followed by a tear of your cotton shorts. You gasped at the action and yelped when he pushed you back. You watched Bucky quickly undo his pants and dive back down to you. Your hands went straight to his hair, fingers twisting around his his locks as his lips attacked yours again.

You used your feet to push down his pants and underwear and reached down to touch him.

He throbbed in your hand and groaned in your mouth. His cock grew rock hard in your hand and his hands gripped your thighs.

“Please, fuck me.” You whimpered against his mouth.

“Patience, baby.” He said as he grinder himself against your wet cunt. “I’ll make you feel so good.”

He lifted his hips and the tip of his cock nudged your clit, causing your body to jerk and gasp.

“I love you.” He kissed your jaw. “You’re beautiful.” He kissed your neck.

You closed your eyes, feeling him slide against your wet folds and moaning in his ear.

“You’re mine.” He growled into your neck before slipping into your hot entrance, causing you to gasp deeply.

You could feel every ridge and vein in his cock, deep within you. Your core pulsed around him, begging him to move.

“We have to be quick.” He sighed in pleasure.

“Make me come.” You whispered.

Bucky snapped his hips forwards, jerking your body upwards. You wrapped your arm around his shoulders and held onto him as he set his pace, driving himself in and out of you, grunting in your neck.

“Fuck yes, baby.” You moaned as you shook underneath him.

“So fucking tight.” He grunted.

The sound of slapping skin filled the entire living room and both of your soft moans and grunts.

Both of your bodies moved together in sync, fast as you tried to reach your orgasm fast.

You let out a loud moan and threw you head back as he hit a sweet spot inside you.

“Oh fuck, Bucky.” You panted out. “I’m so close.”

“Come for me baby.” He groan as he felt your walls clench around his cock like a warm vice. He slipped his hand down and furiously rubbed at your clit. “Come on my cock.”

Your hips stilled and your mouth fell open in a silent scream as pleasure exploded through your core and you stomach tightened.

You thighs shook in his hand and your heels dug into his lower back, pushing him further to you, gushing over his cock.

Bucky thrusted a few more times before giving in to the pleasure, his hips stuttered against yours, emptying himself inside you.

You let out a shuddering breath as your legs slacked around his waist, finally coming down from your orgasm.

His forehead rested against yours as his body calmed down. You whined as he slowly pulled out of you, body jerking slightly as his hand pressed slightly onto your still sensitive clit.

You laid on the couch, spent and your body still humming in your post-orgasm state.

Bucky fell back and lazily put himself back together, sweat spots forming on his forehead slightly as he tucked his glistening wet cock back into his pants.

“You okay?” He asked, rubbing your ankle.

You hummed. “Better than okay.” You smiled sweetly at him.

He chuckled and massaged your skin.

A horn sounded from outside, signalling that his men were ready to head to their destination. Groaning, Bucky lifted himself off the couch and leaned back over you to give you a passionate kiss. You sighed at the kiss and pushed yourself off the couch.

Bucky ran a hand over your hair, smoothing it down and pulled away from the kiss.

“I love you.” He whispered.

“I love you.” You whispered back.

A knock on the door alerted Bucky, as well as Steve’s voice. “C’mon, Buck. We gotta go.”

Bucky sighed and pulled you with him as he walked to the door. You wrapped your robe around you again to cover your exposed bottom half.

Bucky opened the door to reveal Steve, whose face fell at the sight of you. You rolled your eyes at Bucky’s distrusting friend. After being with Bucky and getting married two years ago, he still doesn’t trust you.

“I’ll be back later tonight. If I’m late, don’t wait up.” Bucky said before pressing a kiss to your temple.

“See you later, my love.” You said smiling at him.

You watched him pull away and follow Steve to the car. The black sleek vehicle rumbled, Sam hanging out of the back window and waving at you. You chuckled and waved back. Before Bucky got into the car he turned and blew you a kiss, which you caught and held to you heart. You then watched as he drove off to handle whatever enemy him and his alliance was facing today.

You turned and walked back into the mansion, closing the door behind you. Brunner trotted up to you and sat at your feet. The thick headed Staffy smiled up at you and panted.

“Let me go get some clothes on and then we can go for walkies.” You said to him in you doggie voice, which made Brunner jump in excitement.

“Barnes.” Tony waltzed into Bucky’s office, announcing himself. Bucky rubbed a hand over his face before turning to look at Tony.

“Yes, Stark?” Bucky gave a tired response.

“You’re late, and this is important.” Tony sat on one of the couches in Bucky’s office.

Bucky smirked to himself. “I had something I needed to do first.” The memory of you trembling underneath him sent a reaction straight to his cock. “Now what’s so important that I had to leave my warm wife and so early?” Bucky sat down in his chair.

“Well actually...” Tony leaned forward and rested his elbows on his thighs. “The subject of your wife is part of this important discussion we need to have.”

Bucky groaned internally. “If Steve has put you on her case as well, I’m going to hit you.” He pointed at Tony. “She’s not using me for the money. And what we do is our business.”

“No, gosh I don’t care about that.” Tony raised his hands and shook his head. “But you might care after this.”

“What are you talking about?” Bucky frowned at his alliance team member.

“We’ve discovered that the mission information has been transmitted from inside your house.” Tony informed him.

Bucky’s spine straightened and the hairs stood at the back of his neck. Tony’s words made Bucky’s skin crawl, but he stayed silent.

“We have reasons to believe that your wife is-“

“Do not fucking finish that sentence!” Bucky cut Tony off. His voice was loud but trembled.

“Barnes-“ Tony tried again.

“No,” Bucky stood from his chair. “My wife might’ve been an outsider at the beginning but she would never betray me like that.”

“James, you need to calm down.” Tony also stood from his chair, warning Bucky.

“She’s not the mole.” Bucky’s eyes pleaded Tony not to continue with his accusation.

“James-“

“Buck.” Steve was now the one to interrupt Tony as he burst through the door with a laptop in his arms. “You need to see this.”

Tony groaned at the interruption.

“No, it’s a confirmation.” Steve assured Tony.

“What?” Bucky asks in shock.

“Listen, Buck. I know you don’t want to believe that she’s the mole. But this evidence is hard to argue with.” Steve told him.

Bucky clenched his fists by his sides. “No, I don’t want to hear it. She can’t be the mole.

“You don’t think her motives were to find out that we have Natasha in there as our own mole? To expose her to them?” Steve tries to convince him. “One of our own could very much be in danger because of your wife.”

“And it would explain how they get the route details of our cartel units.” Tony added.

Bucky stood standing silently. There was no way his beautiful wife could’ve been the mole. She was too busy loving the dog when he wasn’t there. The one woman who had captivated him so much that he fell in love with her the first time she smiled at him could’ve been the mole. That just would’ve been a cruel joke.

“Just...look at the evidence, Buck.” Steve offered him the laptop.

Hesitantly, Bucky grasped the laptop while still glaring at Steve, hoping it would be someone who just looked like you. As he lifted the screen, his eyes betrayed his stoic expression as he saw a picture, clear as day, of you exchanging words with someone who you know is against him and his team of alliances. Rumlow. And seated at your feet, Brunner.

Tear threaten to tip over his lids as he takes a deep breath to try and hold the rage and hurt that’s growing in his chest.

Hurt.

Pain.

Betrayal.

That fucking dog.

You bitch.

Bucky snapped the laptop shut before hurling it at the wall. As if he couldn’t afford another one.

Tony and Steve stayed silent as they watched Bucky slowly move and surly panting at the growing sense of betrayal that swelled his stomach.

Sam then arrived at the door of the office, seeing what the commotion was. They all eyes Bucky as he took a deep breath.

“June’s the mole.” Bucky’s voice croaked out. “She’s the fucking mole.”

Steve looked down at his feet, no longer able to look at his best friends painful expression.

Bucky suddenly turned back towards his desk and swiped his gun off the table.

“Let’s go.” He said before storming passed them and out of his office.

“Damn.” Sam shook his head. “I really liked her.” He mumbled as him and Steve followed Bucky out of the building and back to his house.

You stood at the sink washing the small plate you had just used for your food. Sure you had house staff for that sort of thing, but it was just one plate. After going for a walk and a play with Brunner you had come back to make yourself lunch. You hummed to yourself happily, drying off the dish before placing it in the cupboard. That’s when you heard heavy footsteps headed in your direction. Turning, you saw Bucky storming in with Steve and Sam hot on his tail.

“Oh hey, Buck. I didn’t expect you to-“ You cut yourself off as you watched Steve and Sam stop at the doorway, drawing their guns at you.

“Woah, hey.” You said in confusion as Bucky marched over to where you stood. “What’s happeni-“ You we’re cut off once again, but this time by the back of Bucky’s hand burning across your cheek.

“You think I wouldn’t find out?” Bucky snarled in your ear as you clutched the right side of your face. “You think because you can get naked and marry me I would just over looking this?”

Still in shock from the slap, you stared at him.

“Answer me!” He shouted causing you to jump back.

“B-Buck. I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You stuttered, afraid you’d get hit again.

“Enough playing dumb.” He gripped your wrist, his fingers digging into your flesh, causing you to whimper.

The noise coming from the kitchen had summoned Brunner. He now stood at the second doorway to the kitchen from the living room, tail still and a growl rumbling from his throat.

“Bucky, please. Just talk to me.” You begged, trying to brace your arm from any movement he might make.

“I know you’re the mole, June. Or even if that’s your real name.” The look in his eyes was pure rage built up behind the smallest ring of tears. “You tricked me you, little bitch. Say it!” He threw you back against the counter, it hitting your lower back. This caused Brunner to step forward in a warning and Bucky whipped around to him.

“Stay there dog!” He bellowed at him. The dog back up but the snarl still wrinkled his snout as he watched Bucky throw his mother around.

“You’ve been going behind my back and selling out everything. Meeting with Rumlow. You’ve stayed in my house and tainted every inch of trust I had with you. Staying was the dumbest thing you could’ve done, bitch.” Bucky stepped back towards you and lifted his hand. You flinched and turned your head, in hopes to protect your face but the blow came your stomach. His fist took the wind out of you and you doubled over onto your knees, groaning and coughing. Tears now fell down your face as your husband abused you. You sobbed as his feet stopped right in front of your face. Brunner barked at Bucky.

“Bucky...” Your voice came out weak. “Please...stop.”

Brunner continued to bark, taking Bucky’s attention away from you. You looked up to see Steve and Sam wincing at the way Bucky was handling you mercilessly. Your eyes moved back to Bucky as you watched him move closer to the barking dog, bringing yourself up from the ground again.

“Don’t hurt him.” You said on instinct as Bucky showed aggression towards the dog.

Bucky turned back to you and raised his brows as you pulled yourself back up, supporting yourself on the sink. “Oh. So you’ll protect the mutt but you’ll betray me?”

“Bucky, I never-“ He didn’t let you finish as he pulled out his own gun and pointed it right at Brunner.

Your wet eyes widened and you rushed forward with your arms out towards him. You went to grab at his gun but Bucky was quickly and thumped you right in the cheek with the handle of the gun, causing your head to whip back and you land on your ass on the floor again.

Brunner bared his teeth at Bucky and moved again.

“Stay!” Bucky shouted once again, the dog halting on stiff legs.

You groaned as your body now throbbed in pain. You just knew your face was bleeding from that hit. Your brain hurt from raking over the reasons he would be so angry to hurt you like this. And your hope was thinning as he looked down at you with a glare that could kill you.

“Tell me where you sent the information.” Bucky said in a terrifyingly calm tone now having his gun drawn on you. “Tell me who you work for.”

“I’m not working for anyone, Bucky. Please.” You sobbed out a beg.

Bucky rolled his eyes and sighed in frustration. He moved his gun to point at Brunner again. The dog started barking at him again.

“No...” You whimpered, tears falling down your cheeks as you sat up and stinging the cut on your face.

“Tell me, June! Or I put a bullet right between Brunner’s pretty eyes!” Bucky yelled.

“No please.” You cried.

“Buck...” Sam said gently.

“Shut it, Sam!” Bucky silenced him. “Tell me, now!”

“I swear to you I’m not working with anyone!” You cried to him.

“I saw the evidence, June! I know! Tell me where!” Bucky was now red in the face.

Brunner continued to bark and you begged for Bucky to not hurt him.

“I’m not! Bucky! I love yo-“ The gun went off and you gasped, closing your eyes.

You heard Brunner yelp before a thud hit the ground and silence screamed through your ears.

You felt the bile start to rise in your throat and now Steve and Sam has lowered their guns. Bucky’s heavy breathing was the only thing that could now be heard.

When you woke up today, never would you have thought your day would go like this, when you took Brunner for a walk or kissed your husband goodbye. Nothing like this harsh event crossed your mind.

Bucky slowly stepped forward, looking down at your kneeling form on the floor with your face covered with your hands. The sight broke him, but the idea of your betrayal broke him even more.

“I’m going to ask you once more time, June.” Bucky said lowly. “Where did that information go?”

You didn’t answer. You knew you were innocent, but you also knew Bucky. He would either kill you or find more ways to hurt you even more. So you stayed silent.

Bucky’s frustration was building up again in response to your silence. He snarled and grabbed your arm again, force you to look up at his as he raise you slightly. You yelped at the bruising that had formed from earlier and his tight grip now. Tears watered your face as you looked up at the man you shared a bed with last night and many nights since before your wedding night. This wasn’t the same man.

“Mr Barnes.” A voice said from the doorway to the living room. Everyone turned their eyes to see Rita, your friend and Bucky’s longtime general housekeeper, standing there with a small gun by her side.

“It was me. Don’t hurt Mrs Barnes anymore.” She said with sad eyes.

Bucky’s grip on you immediately softened as he turned his body in shock.

“I’m sorry.” She muttered before holding the gun behind her ear. You gasped again and looked away before you could hear the gun go off.

Now two bodies lay in the doorway to the living room and Bucky’s body immediately filled with shock and regret. He had just bashed his wife around and killed the dog she had been loving and training while his most trusted housekeeper revealed she betrayed him and killed herself in front of them.

Bucky took his time to let everything sink in while he listened to your sobs coming from your body on the floor at his feet.

He looked down at you, heat and hurt filling his chest as he saw your blood on your hands.

Oh, baby. I’m so sorry.

The tears of betrayal he was holding back had turned into tears of regret and slipped down his cheeks. Slowly and gently, he reached down to touch you softly. His fingers brushing against the back of your arm made you flinch. Your body flipping backward and away from his touch, your eyes full of fear and hatred staring back at him.

His face had morphing into one of sadness and hopeless regret. He still cradled his gun in his other hand and held it away from you. He held out his hand and you shook your head.

Sweat made the baby hairs stick to your forehead and your wet cheeks were now streaked. The deep gash from the gun swollen and raging red and blood dripping down. Every detail of your face was another slice on Bucky’s heart. He promised to never hurt you in any way. This afternoon, he broke you in more than one way.

You pushed yourself to your wobbly feet and stumbled. Bucky reacted by reaching forward to help you balance yourself. You whacked his hand away and your eyes pierced through him.

“Stay the fuck away from me.” The words dripping venom made his heart drop to his stomach. He watched as you made your way passed Steve and Sam and out of the kitchen.

“June.” He quiet voice trembled in a plea and he trailed after you.

You kept walking through the house towards the front door as you ignored Bucky saying your name behind you. Not bothering to grab your coat, you opened the front door and you were met with 5 cars of men all aiming their guns towards you.

“Stay where you are!” One of them demanded. You froze. More guns aimed at your head in the last 10 minutes than some people in a life time.

“No! Stop! Don’t shoot her!” Bucky’s voice came rushing to the door and he stood behind you, ordering his men over your shoulder. “Don’t hurt her!”

You scoff at his orders and continue down the front steps, Bucky’s men putting down their guns.

Bucky watched with a heavy heart you as you made your way to your car and slammed the door shut. Without looking back, you turned in the ignition and drove out of the driveway, his men moving away from your car as you drove straight through them.

“Someone please follow her and make sure she is safe.” Bucky’s voice trembled as he wiped away the tears on his face. “Make sure no one else hurts her but keep your distance.” One of the men nodded and got into one of he cars, driving off to follow you.

“Buck.” Steve said from behind him. Bucky turned his head to see Steve holding a piece of paper in his hand with one word written in Rita’s handwriting. ‘Hydra’.

Bucky took a shaky sigh as he looked at the spot your car was once in. One he bought you as only one of the many random gifts he had given you.

He had really messed this up. He considered himself lucky if he ever even saw you again. Images of your scared face while he hurt you played over in his mind, already haunting him and breaking his heart even more.

I’m so sorry baby girl.

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Can You Keep A Secret (13) - Sehun

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 /Part 4/ Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 / Part 11 / Part 12

genre: angst & fluff

warnings: crime stuff, a whole lot of fluff on this part, mentions of smut and making out

word-count: 1.8K

A/N: I understand if you want to murder me. But since I got a new wave of followers lately (thank you btw and welcome) and it’s also a gift for doctor @damned-fangirl for her graduation, hope you like it!

You couldn’t believe at yourself. It’s been a whole week and you still held that stupid smile on your face since that night with Sehun. Having to put with even your mom teasing you was not for you.

Yes, part of you still had worries about what you were gonna do to stop the whole scheme that tied your history to sehun’s but he was just being so sweet you kinda held the anxiety back and focused on the now. And that meant focusing on opening up the door to meet Sehun.

“Aren’t you a little early? I’m so sick of you obsessing over me” your fake annoyance is quickly torn by him mumbling for you to shut up and pulling you to a short kiss.

“Fine- you mess up his hair - I’ll spend more hours with you just because it is your birthday”

He frowned and tried to fix his hair “I’m surprised you remember”

“Excuse me, how would I forget your birthday?” this time you were the one to pull him into a kiss “happy birthday”. He shared a cute smile and said “Okay, did you pack some stuff as I told you? I have a surprise”

“Ah yes - you showed him your bag - I just don’t get it why all this suprise talk if the birthday is yours anyways”

“I donate even when I’m supposed to be receiving, you know how good of a person I am” he says dramatically.

You hum and nod “yea..sure”

“Let’s go? It’s good if we can get that early still”

“Oh wait, I need to show you this” You open up your back and show him a dress “what do you think for the party? it’s not as pretty as the one you gave me last year but it’s cute enough I guess”

“Party? What are you talking about?” He asked in confusion, confusing you in the process.

“Huh? Sehun, your annual birthday party? Did you forget? You used to look forward so much to it”

“Oh” He started laughing as you stared at him “y/n, I won’t be hosting the party this year”

“You won’t? what? why? first time I put some effort into it and you’re telling me there won’t be any party?” you sulked as you threw the dress back in your bag.

He still laughed at your reaction as he answered “I’m sorry babe but I was sick of having those people that I barely know anymore in my house, but you can still wear the dress tonight, I certainly won’t oppose to it”

“Ok then, if there’s no party then what are we doing mr?”

“You’d know faster if we got going as I said” he offered his hand for you to take it and you two headed to his car as you screamed a little goodbye to your mother on the way.

“You can’t be this mysterious with me Sehun - you said while he started driving -what if you kidnap me or something? How am I supposed to know i’m not in grave danger?”

He looked at you for a second and let out a giggle “I don’t think you’d be that mad if I did to be honest”

You were about to answer on the same note when you noticed you were receiving a call, since your phone was in your hand, Sehun took a glance as well and let out a sigh “Ah what does this guy wants now?”

It was Jungkook who was calling “well, unlike someone who has completely ignored school exits, he is probably just wanting to know something about our assignment”

“Yeah and who calls at a sunday to talk about school y/n?”

“I’m not answering ok? just forget about it”

“You shouldn’t even have his phone, he’s probably gonna track you at some time”

“Oh my God Sehun, stop assuming everyone is plotting against us, I know we’ve came across people like that but he’s just a normal guy, at least have normal suspicious a jealous person would have instead of assuming he is a criminal”

“So you’re saying I should be jealous?”

“That’s your choice, but you shouldn’t be stressing over this today, even if your intuition says he is ready to hunt me down, just focus on your day and let’s enjoy it together”

“You’re right” he said and seemed to relax a little bit.”Let me connect my playlist now instead of hearing your shitty song choices please, it’s my birthday”

“Oh god, will I really have to endure 50 cent Sehun again?”

“Yes, you will” he laughed along and pressed play.

While he seemed to have fun you found yourself looking at him for more than you should until eventually he realized too “what’s up?”

“Nothing, you looked cute that’s all”

“So you finally admit 50 cent Sehun is the cutest Sehun?” he asks with a smile on his face

“Hmmm no, original Sehun is still the cutest” you followed with a kiss on his cheek.

“I should have birthdays more often”

“Shush don’t ruin the moment... how far are we anyways?”

“Not too far, I’ve heard time goes faster if you kiss the one who’s getting older today”

You slapped his arm “I told you not to ruin the moment but you can’t help it right?”

He followed by turning up the volume of the song and trying to get you to sing with him, which turned into a mess of giggles and him shouting for you to ‘be the beyonce to his jayz’

How the hell did you end up liking this guy of all people?

The karaoke session did help in making the time pass faster and Sehun announced you have arrived.

You were in the middle of nowhere and all you could see was green “you’re not ledit kidnapping me right?” you asked as he got out of the car and went to get something in the backseat.

“Nah, that’d take too much work, instead I am going to poison you with this” he took out a picnic basket.

“What? We’re having a picnic?” You helped him getting the bottle he was carrying and followed him.

“Yeah,...is that weird?”

“No, it’s so cute, we haven’t had one in years”

You found a nice spot to sit down and start your picnic. “How did you find this? Did you just drive until you found somewhere peaceful?”

“What? no, I rented that cabin we just passed through for us”

“Oh?”

“You thought I’d come all the way just to have a picnic and then drive all the way back?”

“I don’t know, I’m just surprised you’d be so romantic, are you trying to seduce me Oh Sehun?”

“I’d only need me for that, but no, I just wanted to spend some quality time with my-” he stopped himself and continued “with you”

You smiled “what was that?”

“You got it”

“Were you gonna call me your girlfriend or am I hearing things?”

“Yeah I guess” he shrugged his shoulders “I thought you’d find it weird though”

“No, I just wasn’t aware i was...”

“I mean” he gulped “Do you want to?”

“Want to what?” you teased him and hid your smile behind the glass you were having.

“I swear you just love to torture me since we met” he whined and took a breath “Do you, y/n , want to be my girlfriend?”

“Hmmmm” you pretended to think about it and picked up a flower that was close to you “should I say yes?” you took out a petal “or should I say no?” you repeated the action and saw Sehun rolling his eyes beside you and moving towards you, he picked up the flower from your hands and placed it above your right ear as he said “Stop making me go through this and just answer”

“Of course” you gave him a quick peck “what else would I answer?” he pulled you in for another kiss, but this time more than just a peck as you felt his other arm hug your waist for support, you welcomed his advances and allowed yourself to fall into his embrace, and he laid you down gently as the touches grew more heavy.

You suddenly felt him smile in the kiss and opened your eyes slightly when he stopped for a brief moment “I didn’t rent a cabin for us to do this in the grass”

Laughing at his antics you agreed “that’s my boyfriend”

You two ended up finishing your meal and then heading to the cabin afterwards where he attacked you with kisses which he claimed was his dessert, not that you minded anyways and you spent a pretty fun afternoon entangled in each other’s arms.

“This is so much better than a party, you were right” you said while you two were cuddling near the fire place. He hummed and you remembered “do you remember the first time you kissed me was exactly a year ago?”

“Yeah, that’s true”

“I still wonder what made you confess to me all of a sudden, was it just the alcohol or?”

“Well the alcohol helped but no, I just I don’t know, I realized I liked you for real and thought I should try”

“I’m glad you did”

He hugged you a little bit stronger and said “you seem to be the only thing in my life I’m sure of, the rest is just fuzzy”

“Well I can relate, we did find out together that our lives weren’t what they seemed to be and we’re going through it, it’s gonna get better”

You both jumped as you heard a harsh knock at the door.

A/N: Short and sweet I guess but this time I won’t take this long to update since next part will be the second to last part of this baby, thank you for reading

#exo #exo fluff #exo angst #oh sehun #exo scenarios #exo imagine #exo fanfiction #exo fanfics #exo imagines #sehun fanfic #sehun fanfiction #sehun fic #sehun #kpop fanfiction #kpop fluff #exo smut

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phoenix-before-the-flame · 5 years

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A fic for @cstormsinukagblog as a part of the @kuroshironekoserver exchange! Im sorry its so late! I hope you can forgive me!

And I hope you enjoy!

He was easy enough to find, a harsh red and white spot resting easily in the sea of soft billowing greens, not budging an inch no matter how hard the winds pushed at him.

Or maybe he was just easy to spot for her, always searching but never having to look too hard or long to find him.

But he was odd today, distant and faroff in how he spoke with quiet words, carrying himself in a way that seemed too small for how she knew the half demon to be. Something had been eating at him since he woke this morning. Truth be told Kagome wasn't even sure if he slept last night, the lines under his eyes running deep when she'd looked at him.

He didn't respond when she settled beside him, his gaze remained out to the village, unfocused and unblinkingly despite the wind whipping his hair into his eyes.

"We couldn't find you for a moment there." Kagome joked, crossing her legs before her. "Shippo was getting kinda worried too, but he didn't want to admit it." She sported a soft grin at the memory of the little demon getting antsy after the first two hours when Inuyasha wasn't there for him to tease.

Still he remained silent, his familiar arrogant scoff failed to meet her ears and no amused growl rose from his throat at her words. And that made the unease climb in Kagome's throat.

But he did try for a snort, though it was forced and stuck partway in his throat. It came out strangled, pulling her brows together with concern as she inched nearer to him.

Carefully Kagome rested a hand on his shoulder, and its small weight seemed to pull him down, it dragging even further under her touch.

"Inu…" she began, chewing on her bottom lip slightly, trying to figure out what quite to say. But no words felt right on her tongue. Are you ok was too light a thing to say, yet anything else seemed too heavy to ask without risk of him closing off from her.

It was strange to be so conflicted without even knowing the problem. So her not even yet a question floated in the air, not even given the chance to hang before being swept away by the breeze.

"When you wanna talk i'm here to listen." Kagome offered, giving his shoulder a light squeeze, hoping her assurance would help in any way.

Seconds slithered away to minutes while the pair sat there, the silence between them tethered on the boundaries of comfortable and awkward. More villagers milled about the roads below now, children especially, ducking and weaving skilfully in and out of the crowds with what she could only guess were shrieks of laughter at their play.

Kagome vaguely wondered if Shippou was down there with them.

She flinched reactively when Inuyasha shuffled in his place next to her, him not having moved much in the time she sat with him. He glanced at her from out the corner of his eyes, redness already seeping into them before they ducked away to the grass.

"Kagome..." He began softly. The lightness of his voice took her back a little, not used to hearing such a tone from her partner. "When, when's your mother's birthday?" She blinked, not at all expecting that question. Her brow raised slightly.

"It was just a few weeks ago. Why?"

He said nothing, or at least she thought he didn't. His mouth opened but no words came to her. The wind died down slightly. Inuyasha's ears pressed flat to his hair, almost hidden in the sea of silvery strands and suddenly, he looked lost and scared. Like a puppy with nowhere to go.

"I can't...remember my mother's birthday. I think it's today but I'm not sure. I don't know anymore. I, i think i'm forgetting her." Inuyasha's eyes squeezed shut, his brows furrowed tightly as though trying to dig up the memories he so desperately was trying to remember.

Inuyasha whined softly, the weak sound barely made it past his lips. "I miss her Kagome. I don't want to lose what I have left of her." And he slouched in defeat, his weight dropping tiredly into her side making her almost drop back in the grass. Kagome drew hand her from his shoulder and held it in the air, unsure of what quite to do next. A heaviness for him crept into her chest and she gently laid her hand atop his head, smoothing over his flattened ears.

"It's….. natural to forget." Kagome began softly, rubbing circles at the base of one of his ears. " You don't know this but my grandma passed away when I was little, about Souta's age right now. And I was devastated to no end. Then maybe a year or two passed and then i realized, I couldn't remember the colour of her eyes. I wasn't too sure what to do that day except cry. But i did remember."

Inuyasha made a sound but otherwise remained quiet.

"Grandpa reminded me. And he reminded me of other things that I'd forgotten too, like how bad her jokes were, or how much she hated the heat. He forgets the little things about her too sometimes, and mom reminds him then or I might remind him, so we all don't forget about her."

"But I don't have anyone to remind me. I'm the only one who has memories of her." He whispered, and his ears pressed tighter to his scalp.

"Then tell me what you remember about her. It won't be the same, but I can remind you so you don't forget about her anytime soon and i can help you keep her memory still alive. If you're ok with sharing those memories with me."

The noise of the village had grown louder, taking over from the winds soft howls to fill the air in its stead as she waited for her partner's response. An ear twitched beneath her still palm, Inuyasha easing himself up from her side. He glanced at her, holding her gaze for the first since she sat next to him.

"She….. loved to watch the sunsets every evening. Even when she was sick she'd ask me to help her outside to watch it." He mumbled. Kagome smiled, brushing aside the hair blocking his gaze. She gave him a nod to keep going.

And he did, pulling up knowledge to share even if it took a few moments of thought. And when he finished not long after the sun started to sink, a silent thanks passed between them. Kagome had new memories to hold onto, ones that she refused to let go of any time soon.

#inuyasha #inuyasha fanfiction #kagome higurashi #inuyashaxkagome #inukag fanfic #inukag #ive never written inukag before so i was really nervous

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agentstalkititi · 4 years

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Just a little fic I sketched here

So, there was the South Park fanfiction of Mysterion x Professor Chaos that inspired me a lot so today, I decided to give it a try and write the chapter 1 here, well, lez go!

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The True Chaos Finally Rises Written by DudaPlaysUndertaleBoiis <3

Chapter One:

The Chaos was Inevitable

Butters stared blankly at the ceiling, it was late in the dawn with a fine breeze coming through the window of his room. He glanced at the clock that was right above the nightstand: 02:34 AM. He sat in his bed and spaced out in his own thoughts.

How this all happened? It was too late to go back now, and he knew it very well. He wasn't doing this for evil, but he wasn't doing a good thing either. He trained himself to not care about it, but today was different, it was the start of something he had been planing for so long... It was scary to think about it, everyone in the town will be in great shock and disbelief, everyone will hate him, but it's not like he isn't used to this at all. To be honest? It wasn't exactly his fault was it? It all started when he was just a little child, the most naive and kind of any means. Butters life never was the greatest, his parents became even more restrict about his behaviour as he grown up, grounding him all the time and giving him punishments he didn't deserve at all.

But it all REALLY started when Butters started to hang around Stan's Gang, he was very happy with his knew friends cycle and everything was going pretty. But the kids never exactly LIKED Butters, of course, he was cool and everything but they wanted someone BETTER than Butters (without saying that they thought they were owners of the school and they could do whatever they wanted because they were just fourth graders at the time). The gang said they didn't want to be friends with Butters anymore, and Butters felt devastaded. Kind of, because with that great disappointment in his life, he got an idea, another ''version'' of him, much more cruel and evil than anybody in this town, his alter-ego, super villain...!

Professor Chaos.

He would be his alter-ego, a person rejected by the society, with the only one, and unique objective:

To bring the Chaos, this world.

It was kinda fun at the start, he would do just little and or significant little ''crimes'', change the orders someone asked at an restaurant, rob some bread here and there... There was even this kid that was his partner in crime for a while, but he needed to move away from South Park for some reason. But this was when everything got wrong, Butters used his alter-ego as a coping mechanism, but with time, he grown up, Butters wasn't naive anymore, his parents were just having more and more fights, and he was pretty much always neglected, getting grounded at shouted at for no reason at all, receiving punishments and ending without his phone all the time. School never helped too, there was always someone trying to take him down, use his kind nature against himself... Bullying happened, even if it was gossips about untrue things or just some silly ''jokes'' that internally could hit him like a bullet. And this always pissed him off.

He was always kind and gentle with mostly EVERYBODY, but to compensate it, his mind was almost all the time full with negative thoughts, rage, saddness, regrets and anything like that. When he grew into Maturity, he was obligated to tolerate and understand all the shit that happened in his life, he woud try to stay positive, but he always bottled up his emotions. He had no one he trusted to talk about his real thoughts... and there is when Professor Chaos enters in scene.

Professor Chaos, the alter-ego he and ONLY he knew about, someone who's pure purpose is to cause chaos and destruction everywhere, a cold, dark and analitical personality that doesn't care about his own image and how people will judge him for his actions, someone that cheats off the system to win, someone who doesn't give a shit at all. This was Professor Chaos.

It was perfect.

He could let all his anger and rage out, and without his usual kind and naive personality, it was easier to do bad things and don't regret a bit of it. So this was when the True chaos arise, a person that wants revenge, revenge for all the people like him, rejected, neglected, forever forget by society, who wants that everyone who achieved something that it truly didn't deserve, who will finally let the entire world know that...

‘’The Better Future, is an illusion and ''The-So-Called-Justice'' is a lie. In the end, only The Pure Chaos, will prevail.‘‘

Butters, glanced back at the clock, 2:41 AM huh? He had been spacing out for a while, but this wasn't what truly mattered. It was finally time.

He got up and took his backpack, checked if the door was well locked and he jumped through the window, doing a little bit of parkour you would say, he jumped to the tree and finally reached the ground. His shoes touched the grass and the wind howled, filling him with Determination, he ran through the empty streets, being silent and as fast as he always were, he finally reached a dark and isolated alley, that was perfect for him to dress up. He put his green backpack at the ground and dressed up as his villainous alter-ego, the darkest and most melancholic part of his hidden personality:

Professor Chaos.

Chaos rapidly has a big wide smile at his face, it was always so freeing to be in that silly costume, no limitations, he could do whatever he wanted. He escalated the alley till he got to the roof, he started jumping through the ceiling of each homes of South Park as he always did, he generally would be a little bit more descreet while jumping in everybody's roof, but as he predicted, there was nobody there, well- except one person... But he was ready for this encounter.

It was actually funny to know how Professor Chaos evoluted and grown up by Butters side, before they were exactly the same person, but with time getting by, Butter made sure anyone would EVER find out but his second personality, he became the best at hiding his frustration and anger for those he most hated, he turned him and Professor Chaos into completely different people, not the same thought, dreams, view of life. To be honest- it is actually insanely scary how someone like Butters could be ever able to hide all the hate inside his hearth, only with gentle words, positive attitude and a kind smile. Of Course Butters sometimes felt guilty for lying to everyone, but he grew out of it. Because even considering himself a forgiving person, hiding his true thoughts and feeling damaged his personality entirely. He would act nice with you, but deep inside, Professor Chaos was always there to judge you for every.single.mistake he could remember of.

Butters fell hard on the roof of that concrete bar at the edge of the small town, he looked far away, far across the grand grass field, was the alcohol factory of the town, where all the fucking alcohol in the town was fabricated, where all that drunk assholes got their precious drinks, Chaos felt a little empty feeling in his stomach, for the little memory of his drunk dad shouting at him, but he quickly got back in track with his own objective right there, he started growing more and more excited as the seconds passed, he patiently waited for his arrival.

A few minutes passed and he felt the sudden harsh stomp at this concrete roof only a few meters away from him right from behind. His smile grew wider as he let go a little giggle of his own mouth.

The little vigilant has arrived~~

Mysterion, his arch-nemesis that was there to protect the town, was always trying to get in his way and ruin his plans, apparently the little guy thinks he is actually doing something good, and that he is REALLY turning the town into a better place. How silly of him... They had been enemies for so long now, before Chaos thought he was just another silly goy that believed that he was actually doing justice, and that the world wasn't THAT unfair, but with time Professor Chaos grew to understand that he is not only this, but too, an actual pussy that would always try to ruin his plans. It's probably impossible to count how many times Mysterion has stopped Chaos plans, but to compensate, the number of times that Professor Chaos brought true chaos to the town and Mysterion hadn't even a single IDEA that Chaos was the one causing all the commotion, is countless, too.

Professor Chaos turned around and the usual costume with the interrogation point at the top was not even surprising, but expected. He greeted Mysterion with a evil smile that only him knew how to do. The moonlight shined against Chaos's costume as Mysterions expression filled with hate. There was a tremendous and uncomfortable silence for a moment, only the wind could be heard at that moment, so Chaos decided to finally break the silence, and greet his good ol' pal:

- Mysterion! How nice to see you again, I'm glad you found note and considered coming ya know, you took quite a while... It was hard to find this place?

Mysterion stared at the image of Chaos impersonated, he was actually checking before if it wasn't a trap or anything, and if it was safe to come. He let out a huff, this situation was very strange, no wonder why he hated this guy. He forces his Mysterion alter-ego voice (That totally doesn't look like Batman's):

- I'm here. What the fuck do you want??! Did you put this bar on fire or something?

Batm- I mean, Mysterion said in a very serious tone, as Professor Chaos just smirked, as if it was all just a silly funny joke:

- Geeez, relax! No. I didn't put this building on fire... I just wanted to talk with my good old pal Mysterion!

Professor Chaos laughed as Mysterion grew more angry watching his worst enemy laugh at him, something was wrong, Professor Chaos was plotting something. And it was for Mysterion to stop him. Mysterion closed his fist and stood up in combat pose, Professor Chaos widened his eyes and stared at the tiny green digital clock on his costume: 02:57 AM. His face kinda got off in disappointment and Mysterion had no idea why at all, but Chaos rapidly straightened his face and said with some notable sarcasm in his tone:

- Awn c'mon Mysterion! Let's just have some nice chatting for the next... 3 minutes?

Mysterion lauched towards Professor Chaos, Chaos just smiled even more. As he said under his breath:

- Pre - dic - ta - ble .

The fight started, Mysterion was the first one to leave a punch Professor Chaos shoulder, next thing he knows is Professor Chaos leaving a big kick at his legs that made both almost lose balance, but Mysterion got his chance and left a big punch right into Professor Chaos cheeks. Chaos put his hands at the wounded place and let out a groan of pain, he opened his eyes, waves of rage going through his veins. A nasty bruise like that would be impossible to hide from everyone at school! He closed his fists and with all his forces, he punched right into Mysterions stomach, that was not only surprised with the sudden blow, but needed to backup for a second, because the punch was way too strong and painful, that it actually was able to get out all of his air. Wounded, but not defeated Mysterion was ready to fight back. All of the sudden, the little clock at Chaos pulse started beeping, Mysterion got surprised but Professor Chaos immediately turned around, this caught Mysterion of surprise:

BOOM-

Was it a earthquake? Mysterion had no idea. He immediately lost all the balance he had and fell into the hard concrete of that ordinary bar as he felt the entire world was shaking, he could hear explosions, little booms here and there from particularly not THAT far away, Batm- I mean, Mysterion widened his eyes, catch his breath and lifted his head. What he saw was incredibly unbelievable. Mysterions eyes filled with horror as he saw Professor Chaos staring at the big explosions that were happening far away at the alcohol factory, it was all exploding, in flames. He looked around to see people were leaving their houses and switching on their lights to see what was going on. He suddenly felt a hard, harsh and cold feeling in his chest, even more painful than the injury Chaos had inflicted to him. So many question.. He could have prevented it? Someone was in the area of the explosion? Some house nearby could get damaged by the explosion? Someone was injured?! He didn't know. The only thing he knew was that the guy who caused it was right in front of him, smiling. Mysterion started hyperventilating, a panic attack.

Professor Chaos looked at the read and blue lights coming, at the citizens screaming and pointing at his masterpiece at the middle of the dawn and how most of South Park was now awake:

- Phase one complete.

Mysterion was in shock, what that meant? Chaos said it in almost a whisper so Mysterion wasn't supposed to have heard it. What he meant with ''Phase one complete''???! Chaos turned around back to find an super scared, horrified and disgusted Mysterion that still hadn't got the balls to get up again. But surprisingly, his face was... melancholic. His expression was completely empty and so... Blank? An expression that Mysterion never thought that he was actually going to see in Chaos face. Professor Chaos, seeing that weird stare he received from his enemy, rapidly changed his posture to some sort of fake smile, and immediately changed his tone to his usual malefic tone of voice:

- What is it Mysterion? Didn't like the little surprise of mine?

Mysterion felt the pain of this defeat like a dagger at his chest, this guy was a heartless monster... How many people loosing their jobs... People around may be injured... The entire town compromised! His jaw dropped, and the only thing he could say, was:

- Y- you're so... so FUCKING insane...

Mysterion said, trying his best to not let his voice crack even a bit. Professor Chaos widened his eyes, he wondered that Mysterions face at this moment would be priceless, like, total shock and disbelief or he would be just pissed off but Mysterion actually WAS scared!!! Hyperventilating and all, this was so... unexpected? But right now he didn't care, so after this response, seeing what a great victory today was and how he managed to make even Mysterion in state of fear, he said in a very sadistic way:

- You bet I am! But now.. reeeeally... I think we're parting ways. The police is coming and I don't think it would be a great idea neither of us to just stay here. But hey! Don't worry! We can always hangout another time ya know! It was such a great meeting today that I'm sure I would happily agree to have another one! Now I'm going, I think you should probably go to, even if everyone in the town thinks your a little... Hero... The police still considers vigilantism an actual crime, right? Well anyways, Cya~~!

Professor Chaos jumped off the roof and got lost at the lots of people at the streets, filming what was happening. Batma- I mean, Mysterion tried to look for him, but at the same way Chaos has jumped... Now he was completely gone.

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Yup, that was the chapter of this fic I just imagined at my mind, tell me what you think of it and if I should continue it, mkay?!!

#Professor Chaos #Mysterion #Wtf im doing with my life #Bunny is my OTP #All hail the Chaos boi #TOTALLY not South Park related #Shut up Kahl #Mysterion is better than Batman LMFAO

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clericbyers · 5 years

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The funny thing about RR!St3 (and yes I'm still talking about this) is that its technically your au so if u don't like stuff about season 3-and maybe that's like everything lmao- than you can change it for this au!!! so what're some things you could change to flex on the duffers with ur beautiful Galaxy brain?

oh ur so right….oh man OH MAN the power in my hands right now…this is super long but i got so into it okay thank u…

First off, my real vision for RR!ST3 would not be too close to how ST3 went down; the RR!ST3 I originally hashed out was me trying to stick close to ST3 but as I said then, it was hard bc many of the issues in ST3 wouldn’t happen if Mike wasn’t obsessed with El and if we actually address the fact that these kids are dealing with serious trauma from the events of ST2. In RR!ST2, Mike would be the one dealing with being possessed, Will would have been at his side the entire time, Nancy and Mike would be a lot tighter thanks to RR!ST1 (like she’d be very overprotective because she almost lost her brother and he’s annoying yeah but she can’t imagine not having him in her life anymore). So when RR!ST2 ends with the Snowball, I can see Mike still dancing with El when she returns because he needs to thank her, she saved his life after all, but I really. just cannot see his level of attachment being enough to try to date her. Because in ST1 and at the beginning of ST2, Mike is wracked with guilt about losing her, about bonding with her and ultimately her being a sacrifice to save them. He doesn’t have that in RR!ST1 and RR!ST2, at least not to the same degree as ST1 and ST2. He didn’t have the time to bond to El and while I think he might have fleeting feelings for his savior (like I said, nightingale effect) and have some guilt about how she seemingly gave up her life to save everyone, especially him, I also think RR!ST2 Mike would be very attached to Will though given how Will trusted him and stuck by him despite all the horrors. Mike takes loyalty very seriously and Will being with Nancy and Karen (as she would be the “crazy” mom who lost her son in RR!ST1, but she’d enlist Joyce’s help since Ted wouldn’t really care so it would be power duo Joyren trying to figure out where Mike is) in the RR!ST2 shed scene would mean a lot to him.

Now, we have those 8 months between ST2 and ST3 where basically Mike and El entered a relationship in ‘85. In that time frame in the RR au, I would focus more on how the Party is getting over the trauma they faced during RR!ST2. Firstly, Mike is definitely not okay after being possessed by a demonic godly shadow force. He’s in therapy again maybe, back on medications, IDK what exactly but he is broken inside but trying his best to act like everything is normal and he wasn’t just possessed. I think he would try to cling onto his childhood as Will did in ST3, because Mike didn’t get to grow up normal since he got kidnapped and possessed by monsters. Will and El would bond a lot in those 8 months though, definitely becoming closer siblings and El having a crush on Mike can still a thing. Mike might not feel that same way for her but he’d be down for dating if just to feel normal again. Part of that may be to continue dampening how he feels for Will because he just wants to be a regular kid again and what he feels for his best friend is not at all natural in his mind. I like the idea of Mike and El getting together in ST3 at the mall scene so I’d stick with that. But I also feel like Mike would definitely also be spending half the time subconsciously trying to stay away from El because she’s also a reminder of the horrors he faced in the UD and with the Mind Flayer.

There would be a lot of Will, El, Mike moments too! Will is her brother of sorts in the RR au and Hopper is only ever really comfortable with Mike coming to visit when Will is over, too, even before Mike agrees to date El.

So okay, Episode 1 of RR!ST3 deals with the fact that all the kids are still dealing with some sort of trauma. Mike wakes up from a nightmare, uses his walkie talkie to contact Will, and Will comes over and sits in his room with him and they chat for a bit until Mike can fall back asleep. Will sits at the foot of Mike’s bed watching him sleep before he sneaks back out the house. Nancy catches him and thanks him for stopping by and then he catches Lucas outside too while making his way back home. Lucas casually mentions that he couldn’t sleep and they chat about how weird things have been when no one in Hawkins knows what happened last fall. In the early afternoon the next day, Will bikes over to Hopper’s cabin to hang out with El, they listen to music and doodle together for hours, just being great friends. El casually mentions that she might have a bit of a crush on Mike (who comes with Dustin, Lucas, and El to visit sometimes because fuck ST3 and isolating El from the Party). This could be a moment for Will to be like, “Oh, me, too.” and they can bond over liking Mike together (that’d be cute af!! and it would help Will feel more comfortable about how he feels toward Mike when he’s able to talk about it without persecution). She asks him if Mike likes him back and Will kinda just stops doodling.

“I don’t know,” he murmurs hoarsely. “He’s never said anything.”

El hums and takes out a purple crayon to color in the grass. “Do you know if he likes me?”

Will says he doesn’t know but that he’ll figure it out for her. Hopper won’t let her come with Will to the movie that night so he promises one night he’ll help sneak her out and then bikes over to the theater. We have the ST3 theater scene but it’s reversed of course, so it’s Mike who feels the Mind Flayer and Will who asks him if he’s okay. Mike isn’t as shy and flustered as Will was in ST3 though, he tries to brush Will off petulantly (as RR!ST3 Mike tries his best to act like the events of RR!ST2 aren’t affecting him as much as it is) but Will takes his hand and says, “It’s okay to not be okay.” and Mike kinda fidgets but squeezes his hand in turn before they both go back to watching the movie.

The next day when Dustin comes back, we have the Party going up to Cerebro but there would not be any El and Mike leaving like in ST3. Instead, Will and El are whispering between themselves but it’s not really much about anything. El is too shy to ask Mike if he wants to sit with her as they listen to Dustin call his girlfriend and Will just wants her to feel comfortable near Mike and keeps pestering for her to just sit next to him. Mike is irritated because he wanted to hang with Will more today and he’s bonding with El. His powers activate from his irritation and he’s blocking the radio signal for Dustin and Suzie’s call. When it starts getting late, the Party splits up, Will and El leaving first because of curfew (a real one not the lie El told in ST3). Lucas and Max leave next and Mike is left solo with Dustin.

“I know that Will and El aren’t together, but god, I feel so childish being the single one out.” Mike complains as a chill breeze washes over the two of them.

Dustin hums distractedly, still trying to work out why Cerebro isn’t picking up Suzie’s channel. It takes a moment for Mike’s words to sink in and then he perks. “You know, El likes you.”

“She what?” Mike blurts, giving Dustin a look. “No, she doesn’t. She can’t.”

“Uh, but she can and she does.” Dustin turns a random knob to a different frequency. “It’s pretty obvious; she was sending you heart eyes this entire time if your oblivious ass would have realized.”

Mike isn’t sure how to feel about it. He’s always seen El as Will’s sister, especially with Hopper attempting (and kinda failing) at dating Joyce. Even when they danced at Snowball, it was a thing of gratitude, of joy, of acknowledging that she hadn’t died and he was happy about that. But, El actually liking him? “What am I supposed to do about that?”

“Do you like her?”

Mike scrunches his nose. He feels…something toward her but he’s not really sure what it is. It’s not the same way he feels toward Nancy but it’s not what he felt toward Max either. And it’s definitely not what he feels toward Will, but he doesn’t want to think about that right now. He wants to feel normal. “I’m not sure.”

“Well, if it’s not a solid no, then I’d say go for it.” Dustin adjusts his hat and leans back with a sigh. “She’s cute and I think this is the first time a cute girl has ever liked your nerdy ass.”

“Shut up,” laughs Mike and he nudges his friend who grins in turn. He looks up at the sky and sighs. “I should probably get back home before my mom goes nuts. Talk to you later, yeah?”

“I’m leaving, too,” he sighs as he stands up. “I don’t know why this isn’t working. Maybe the clouds are too overcast.”

Mike shrugs and flicks at the radio’s antenna. It buzzes erratically, static blasting through Dustin’s headphones and then suddenly there’s a voice coming through the noise. It’s a blend of things, like the receiver is caught between two frequencies. One is Suzie, the other is some spoken code (in English because the random inclusion of the Russians works for Red Scare era / anti-Russia 80′s America but like…it had no set up so I wouldn’t use it for RR!ST3) that neither Mike nor Dustin can understand. Dustin tries to fix the frequency channels to focus on Suzie, but he looses her and the input only focuses on the frequency the code is on. Mike touches the antenna again, holding on this time around, and he can literally feel the electric currents coursing through him, something sharper than a tickle but not as harsh as actual electrocution. The dials on the receiver interface start wavering about randomly and crazily until Mike lets go and then there’s only static again.

“What the,” Dustin mutters, bending down to check how Cerebro is working. “What did you do?”

Mike stares down at his hands, a panic attack on the edge of his senses because, seriously, what the hell was that? First having flashbacks in the theater and feeling that shocking tingling sensation on their way up the hill, now this? “I…I don’t know.”

Dustin taps at a dial and frowns. “Touch it again. Like hold onto it as you did earlier.” Mike does as told and the dials go nuts again. “Mike…do you…have you had any issues near electrical appliances recently?”

Mike scowls and tries to remember if anything odd has happened recently. “No? Not really. Sometimes the radio in my mom’s car doesn’t work and the TV gets a little staticy but that’s normal. Oh, and we had flickering lights out at the cabin when Will, Lucas, and I visited but it’s a cabin in the woods so what do you expect.”

Dustin bites at his bottom lip. “And this only happens when you’re around?”

“I, uh,” Mike grabs at his hair, “No, no, it doesn’t. It doesn’t. It can’t…I’m not, what…I thought that was the Upside Down only.”

“What do you mean?”

“I could touch the lights and the TV when I was in the Upside Down version of the basement. And when I touched them, everything glowed. Kind of like casting Daylight in D&D.” Mike struggles to find his breath; he never really talks about what it was like in the Upside Down. “And…and I knew, I knew where the demogorgon was before I should have. Like innate. And the dead people…”

“Detect Evil?” Dustin suggests, cocking his head to the side. “Mike, do you think any of that stuck with you here?”

[ So basically, the equivalent of “magic” in D&D is electricity in the real world / the Upside Down since electricity and tech is kinda like modern magic, and all of Mike’s powers in the Upside Down are, in theory, paladin spells. He couldn’t control which lights flickered on like Will did in ST1 but he can turn them on and he can create a beacon, along with talking to the dead and having an innate circle of protection around him (a magic circle as paladins can have!) ]

Mike goes back home totally freaked out and refusing to believe he has “powers” because his time in the UD felt like such a nightmare anyway. He just wanted to survive, he didn’t ask for this, he didn’t ask for the Mind Flayer to possess him and use his body to kill people, to almost destroy Hawkins in the process. And that night, Mike decides he absolutely cannot let these possible powers do anything or mean anything because he’s normal, he’s a normal 14-year-old boy who is absolutely not crushing on his very male best friend, no, he’s gonna get a girlfriend, and hang out at the mall like kids do over the summer, and everything is going to be fine.

The next day, Will doesn’t go over to El’s place to hang out, Mike picks up the phone and says a dumb lie about Will being busy to try to get out of it. (“Friends don’t lie,” says El afterwards. “But brothers do.” snorts Max, “All. The. Time.”) He’s frustrated by El wanting to spend time with Will one-on-one when he’s trying to get the og4 Party members together for some normal hangout time playing D&D because, again, Mike here is the one trying to cling onto his childhood, even more now that he might have “powers”. They play D&D with Mike as DM and it all goes well until Karen comes downstairs asking about magnets and Mike internally freaks out. He’s been feeling like someone is watching him for a while now (hint: El when spying on the boys in the Void) and now his mom is talking about something that could very well be his powers working. Dustin knows and can actually see it, so he suggests everyone should get some fresh air and hang out at the mall. The Party goes out shopping, they hang out at Scoops Ahoy and Mike and Dustin share their story about the radio last night but purposefully leave out details about what Mike did with the antenna. Will feels guilty for lying so he’s trying to find some new clothes so El isn’t always wearing Hopper’s hand-me-downs, and they run into Max and El outside.

“Well, well, well,” Max huffs as she crosses her arms. “Didn’t expect to see you here.”

Will is worried because El leaving the house and being at the mall of all places would definitely make Hopper upset. “Are you okay?” he asks her, careful not to sound too overbearing. “Does Hopper know you’re here?”

El shrugs. “I told him I was seeing Max. And I am.” She turns to Mike. “You said Will couldn’t come over yet you are shopping. Why did you lie?”

Mike, who has spent practically the whole time at the mall on pins and needles, is really not in the mood for being questioned like this. “It just came out. I wanted to hang with the boys, okay? Just us. Like old days.”

El frowns. “Do you not like me?”

“No! No, I really like you!” Mike softens up and gives her a smile. “Honest; friends don’t lie, right? I’m sorry I lied to you. Today’s been…weird.” Dustin huffs at that. “Don’t worry about it though, I genuinely like you.”

And Mike doesn’t mean it that way–he had just said ‘friends don’t lie’ because he really does see her as a friend–but El takes it that way, and she grins widely, blushing as she ducks her head. “I like you, too, Mike.”

Will didn’t even think Mike liked El that way but now that it’s spoken in front of him, he can feel his heart breaking just a bit because any chance he thought he had is gone in his mind. El steps into Mike’s space and he blinks a couple times. “I want to go out with you.”

Dustin gasps, Lucas covers his mouth, Will tries his best not to look dejected, and Max whoops at her side. Mike turns to Will, who is staring at his feet, and then looks back at El. (A parallel to Snowball when Will looked at Mike for approval before going to dance with Zombie Boy girl.) Mike told himself he was gonna get a girlfriend and be normal, right? Ignore whatever happens in his chest when Will smiles at him. Ignore all of that and his stupid powers and be normal. “Yeah. Yeah, okay. Let’s go out.”

So the Party stays at the mall a little longer and Mike and El hang out together and get ice cream at Scoops’ Ahoy, which is amusing to Steve and Robin both. At the end, they go back to the Wheelers and El has to go back to the cabin but Mike is kind of in a daze because wow, he just got a girlfriend for the first time and went on a date with her. Dustin keeps teasing him, Lucas is cackling and making kissing jokes, but Will…Will is oddly silent at first. They get back on the campaign but no one can really concentrate and Will starts getting concerned about El and how she was out and about without Hopper’s knowledge. Mike is even more frustrated now because he thought things were going to start getting normal now, but it just seems to be falling apart. Will won’t even concentrate on the campaign, Dustin is horrible at trying to be subtle about if Mike’s powers are activating, and Lucas is complaining with Will about how Max and El are hanging out.

Mike lashes out and storms outside, where Will goes after him. “Mike, I’m sorry, it’s a really good campaign,” Will starts with a hand to Mike’s shoulder, “but I’m worried about El and I just…I can’t concentrate right now. We can play it tomorrow, I promise.”

Mike yanks himself away from Will. “Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow, it’s always tomorrow! I said ‘see you tomorrow’ before and then I never did! Tomorrow may never fucking come! But oh, that doesn’t matter, huh? Tomorrow always comes for you. Tomorrow is always gonna be better.”

“Mike,”

“No!” he yells and lightening crackles in the distance. “No, you don’t get to say anything! You keep spending time with El, forgetting about all of us! I’m her boyfriend now and I’m not even this obsessed with her whereabouts.” He waves at Will, who scowls. “She’s not even really your sister and you’re letting her just ruining the party like this? And for what? So you can have a fake younger sister to hole up in her room all day?”

Will’s nostrils flare. “El is my sister whether you like it or not!” He snaps back with irritation. “It’s not my fault you don’t like El!”

Mike pauses, eyes widening just a fraction as his breath visibly hitches. No one was supposed to know that he wasn’t even sure how he felt…Dustin himself had come to the conclusion that Mike knew he liked El all along. Will though wants to take it back immediately. Taking out his anger onto Mike isn’t fair at all and just because Mike suddenly has a girlfriend doesn’t mean he should try to accuse Mike of not liking her. But he can’t help but question either way because Mike barely alluded to seeing her that way anyway.

“Look, I’m…I’m sorry, that came out wrong. So wrong.” He steps toward Mike, who tenses up more. “I know you like El, okay? I know you care about her. I care about her, too, just differently. She helped save you and the Party, how can I not care? That type of care has been with me for months. I can’t shut that off. I’m sorry.”

Mike’s breathing is getting denser and his vision is getting blurry because now he knows. Now he knows how he feels and he really fucked up saying yes to dating El. He doesn’t like her like Nancy and he doesn’t like her like Max either. He especially doesn’t like her like a boyfriend. “I like El like how you like her.”

“Mike?” Will’s voice is soft and shaking a little and Mike feels like throwing up.

“El saved me,” he whispers, “She saved me and I like her for that. I do. But she’s not…”

“She’s not what?”

Mike is crying now, angry tears dripping down his face like the rain as his voice crackles like the thunder. “She’s not you! I thought she would be enough and maybe I was wrong for it but it hasn’t even been a full day and I already know! I already know I don’t like her like that because I like you!”

There’s nothing but the patter of rain and Mike’s heavy breathing, and Mike can already feel his heart breaking because he spent so long trying to deny this and now he blurted it out in the midst of an argument like a dumbass and now Will is going to hate him. Hate him for not being normal, hate Mike for being what Lonnie always said he was. He’s crying still, hands shaking at his side as the tears continue to spill.

Will looks up at him with widened eyes and Mike can’t take it any longer. He can’t face the inevitable rejection right now. “I need to go.”

“Mike, wait, no! Mike!” Will rushes toward him but Mike’s already on his bike and riding through the rain. “Mike! Mike, come back!”

When Mike doesn’t turn back, Will rushes downstairs, tears streaming down his face as well and he can barely get his words out. “We need to find Mike, we need to find him now!”

“Will, what happened?” Lucas asks but Will grabs his jacket instead of replying.

“We need to go, now.” the brunette is shaking and Dustin puts a hand on his shoulder.

“Seriously, Will, what happened? Is he okay? Is he hurt?”

“Yes, yes, oh my god,” Will collapses on the stairs before he can finish climbing them. “Oh my god, he confessed to me.”

“Confessed what? His powers?”

Will blinks a few times and looks up at Dustin as he rubs at his runny nose. “His what? Powers?”

Dustin freezes. “Oh. I, uh, I thought…oh…oh. Mike likes you?”

Will waves a passing hand. “Pause, what is this about Mike’s powers?”

Lucas speaks up with irritation. “I thought you said we need to go!”

So all the boys get on their bikes and ride toward the Byers house since that’s where Mike would go when his nightmares got bad enough and it’s a safe place for him outside of the basement. Dustin explains what Mike had done with Cerbero and how they caught this code that he had been sort of hashing out with Steve and Robin when they went to the mall. No one is home at the Byers residence (Joyce and Karen are out with Hopper doing their whole side storyline there) and Will starts to freak out more.

“Where would he be, where would he be?”

Lucas crosses his arms. “Maybe the cabin? That’s where his girlfriend is after all.”

And that’s not where Mike is, he’s actually with Steve and Robin at the mall given he feels he’d be better off with someone who understands the UD/MF mess (Steve) and someone who doesn’t know the Party dynamics (Robin). He’s just about to tell Robin about his confession to Will when he feels the Mind Flayer and knows that he’s back.

The rest of the season is kinda…the same ish but also not?? But so I don’t write out the whole damn thing now lmao here are the pointers:

El and Mike are still trying to be girlfriend and boyfriend when they reunite at the cabin (Scoops Troop is a thing but it’s not tied to the Russian bs so they aren’t at the mall the entire time) but Mike is also really uncomfortable with El’s advances though he tries not to act like it.

Mike avoids Will as best he can even though Will keeps trying to get one-on-one time with Mike to confess that he likes him back

Jonathan and Nancy team up at the cabin too with news about the exploding rats (the MF’s attempt to possess non humans that went wrong) and Mike speaks up about how he might have powers himself

El tries to teach him how to go into the Void (which would be like a prayer for him) but when he does so, he ends up running into the Mind Flayer and find out that it’s after him and is willing to kill all his friends to get to him

Mike and El both pull out of the Void together gasping and crying and Will is immediately at Mike’s side as Max rushes to El. “He’s going to kill us,” Mike sobs shakily, “He’s going to kill us all.”

El gets attacked by the Mind Flayer (not Meat Flayer) because it was coming for Mike and she intercepted the transmission using her mind

At the hospital Mike breaks up with El (instead of how in ST3 they became friends again), and she’s a little hurt but understanding when he confesses that he likes someone more than her and doesn’t want to hurt her by lying to her constantly when dating her

Will finally gets Mike to himself here and is about to confess but then Mike feels the Mind Flayer (his innate sense evil power) and it’s possessed someone. He confronts it, helps save Nancy from the shapeshifting demogorgon attacking her, and banishes it from this dimension, only to pass out from the effort

El takes over with her powers and with Mike’s help, accesses the radio to find the channel that Dustin and Mike had found before. She discovers that someone is trying to open the gate again under the mall

At the supermarket, Will and Mike finally get to talk and Will confesses that he likes Mike, too. “Blank makes you crazy, right?” Mike chuckles as he takes Will’s hand in his own. He’s not willing to say love yet even if he knows it’s true. He knows that Will understands him though. Will always does.

“Yeah,” the boy replies sweetly, “blank makes you crazy.”

Cue an almost kiss before Lucas and Dustin come around with the fireworks and they all get over to the mall

Big battle against the Mind Flayer and the people it possessed. Instead of a giant gory meat machine, it possesses people in Hawkins like it did Mike in RR!ST2 and uses them to shapeshift them into individual monsters. So the Party is attacked by a horde of demogorgons and demodogs!!

The fireworks help a lot as Lucas suggested, and Mike and El work together as superpowered besties to banish the Mind Flayer from all the neighbors. Some die in the process (because it’s just, brutal and violent and horrible) and Mike gets temporarily repossessed in the battle but he’s more leveled up now and understands how this works, so he can banish the MF from him (a level 4 paladin spell might I add!) as much as El used her powers to take out the piece of the meat machine in her leg in ST3

Hopper closes the gate but not in enough time (we need him in the Upside Down for RR!ST4) and then the Mind Flayer retreats, but it kills all the people it had possessed in the process, which only wrecks the kids with guilt for being unable to save everyone like they almost did

This also frightens Mike who has been possessed by the Mind Flayer because it means his connection is still strong enough that the Mind Flayer could kill him instantly too (but it won’t bc Mike and El’s powers are too strong and it could possibly kill itself trying to kill them through that connection)

At the end there’s no one really moving away. El has lost her powers, Mike’s are nearly depleted / he doesn’t know how to use them without El’s help. Everyone is mourning Hopper and with El and Mike unable to use their powers, they can’t go into the Void to see that Hopper’s actually alive.

uhhh the epilogue is the first day of high school and the Party are hopping off their bikes and chatting about something nonsensical. Lucas and Max are holding hands, Dustin is waving his arms about wildly as he explains his latest science project, and Mike and Will are standing close together, just enough to brush their fingers together. (El is homeschooled since she needs to catch up on her education)

“You okay?” Will asks quietly as they stand off to the side away from the bustling crowds. “It’s okay to not be okay.”

“I know,” Mike grins down at his boyfriend, which is still so blush inducing to think about, so he blushes. “But, I’m fine. I’ve got you right beside me so I’m definitely okay.”

#role reversal au #RR!ST3 #byler #otp: palaric #omggggg #i love this so much oh my god #thank you for giving me the leeway to rebuild the au!!#anon #yams answers #yams writes

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decembercamiecherries · 7 years

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Title: Words That Water Flowers

Total word count: 5753

Chapters: 5

Chapter 5 summary:

Koi No Yokan (Japanese)- the sudden knowledge upon meeting someone that the two of you are destined to fall in love

Chapter 5 is up on ao3! You can read it below the cut, too

Thank you again to everyone for the love and attention this story has received so far!!! It's made me so happy ^^

ALSO! There won't be a chapter next weekend because I'm going home so I won't have time to write and/or update this story. So the next update will be weekend of March 11th!

Killua Zoldyck met Gon Freecss at the tender age of twelve on his first day of public school.

Killua had been running late. Very late, actually. His mother didn’t want him to go; she had begged him for weeks upon weeks to reconsider being home-schooled, to staying with her and the rest of their so-called family every single day for the rest of his life with no hope of escape-

Killua remembered thinking that he would rather choke himself then stay cooped up in that horrible mansion with his horrible relatives for another year.

(Years later, with flower petals clogging his throat and the sharp taste of iron on his tongue, he couldn’t help but laugh brokenly. Oh, the irony.)

Because he was so late, Killua had grabbed his skateboard on the way to the front door. He figured it would be quicker to get to school using that than to walk the whole way. He dodged his mother’s snatching hands, skipped around Canary and Gotoh who had been carrying freshly-polished silverware, and bolted down the driveway as fast as his legs could carry him.

Free, Killua had thought, breathing in the late summer air. I’m free.

It didn’t take him long to get to there. Killua was going as fast as possible on his skateboard, loving the feel of wind ripping through his hair and the whistle of air in his ears. On the inside, though, his stomach twisted and his heart pounded- was he excited, or nervous? Killua didn’t know. He didn’t take the time to think about it though, and as Killua turned onto his new school’s street he spotted another boy sprinting down the sidewalk just a few feet ahead of him.

The knots in his stomach loosened slightly. So he wasn’t the only one not getting to school on time. Not that he really cared too much, but. He didn’t want to get in trouble on the first day.

“Are you-” the boy panted as Killua glided up to his side, “-running late, too?”

Killua raised his eyebrows. He would’ve thought that was obvious. “Yeah?”

“Heh.” The boy grinned, sunlight glittering in gold-brown eyes. “I’m- ahhh- glad! I’m not alone.”

Killua felt a pang deep in his chest; that was why he was here, why he was going to public school. He didn’t want to be alone in that mansion anymore. He wanted to know other kids his age. He wanted friends.

“How old are you?” he asked the boy.

“Twelve!”

Killua considered the boy one last time: he had weird spikes for hair, an obnoxious green jacket that was obviously homemade, bright eyes and a face that glowed with a mix of curiosity and simple joy.

Okay. Why not? Killua could always dump this kid if he ever got too annoying.

Killua nimbly flipped off his skateboard, catching it with one hand. He landed on the sidewalk hard enough to send a jolt of pain up his legs, but that didn’t bother him. He was used to worse pain, anyway.

“I’m Killua,” he said as the other kid gaped at him with wonder.

“Ah, that was so cool!” the boy gushed and Killua couldn’t help the blotchy blush that rose to his cheeks.

Killua grumbled, “That was nothing…ah, I don’t know your-”

“Gon!” the boy chirped as a wide smile spread across his face. “Gon Freecss! Will you show me how to do that flip thing with your skateboard? At lunch, maybe?”

Killua had flushed even harder and nodded.

During lunch later that same day, Killua held Gon’s sweaty hand to keep him steady as the shorter boy tried out Killua’s skateboard. Gon’s grip was tight enough on for his nails leave imprints on Killua’s skin.

Killua kind of deserved that though; he had pushed Gon down the pavement fast enough to make Gon wobble on the thin board and shriek at the top of his lungs. Gon’s scream had been so loud that Killua’s ears rang for the rest of the day. But at the time, he was laughing too hard to notice.

Afterwards they laid in the grass together and ate their lunch, talking about dreams and video games and everything in between. Gon spent the rest of their free time carefully weaving them both matching flower crowns.

Killua remembered thinking that those crowns were the most beautiful things he’d ever seen, even if the flowers Gon had chosen smelled too strong and their colors were a harsh mix of red-scarlet-gold.

“You look beautiful!” Gon blurted out as Killua tenderly touched the flowers on his head.

“Stu-stupid!” Killua snapped, cheeks burning like they’d been set on fire. “You can’t just go around saying stuff like that! Its embarrassing!”

“But it’s the truth!” Gon protested and Killua’s mouth shut with a click. “And we’re friends, so it’s okay to say stuff like that to your friends!”

Killua had seriously doubted that- the part about it being alright to call friends ‘pretty’, not the fact that they were friends. Because Gon proved their friendship by coming back to Killua every single day with that million-watt smile of his, and the matching mischievous gleam in his eyes.

Sometimes it seemed to Killua like he and Gon had been destined to meet and become best friends; being with Gon- laughing at his faces during school, sharing the cookies Gon’s aunt had packed for lunch, having sleepovers and falling asleep facing each other- was as simple and easy as breathing. Or at least it used to be, until one day Killua was absent-mindedly thinking about Gon and suddenly couldn’t breathe at all.

The sun-dipped petal that he coughed into his bare hand that day was the start of the end.

He and Gon had been friends for years by then, hardly ever leaving each other’s sides. They did everything together. Gon was everything. So it didn’t take Killua that long to figure out who exactly was the cause of the Hanahaki Disease.

He didn’t even know he loved Gon like that until that exact moment. But it made perfect sense. The petals were the answer to the way Killua’s heart had started to racing at the sound of Gon’s voice, and how seeing his best friend made butterflies come to life in his gut.

He had to make sure, though.

“Gon,” Killua rasped out, just days after he first started coughing up petals the color of setting suns and too bright flames and deep red wine. “Gon.”

“Hmm?” Gon was concentrating too hard on a math problem to notice how Killua’s voice shook and something in Killua’s chest tightened.

That was probably for the best. He didn’t want Gon to get suspicious and start worrying about him, after all.

“Gon,” Killua tried again. “You know the day we met? When you made those flower crowns in the schoolyard during lunch? What flowers did you use?”

Gon paused. His brows furrowed as he frowned.

Killua sighed, disappointed. “You don’t remember, do you.”

“Mmm, no, I definitely do! I just- oh!” Gon brightened. “I remember now!”

“Yeah?” Killua’s stomach was heavy like it was filled to the brim with led. Or, in Killua’s case, petals.

“Yep!” Gon chirped as he gave Killua that all too familiar dazzling smile.

“They were marigolds. You know? Those bright flowers that always smell kinda funny?”

Killua swallowed, ignoring the soft-velvety tickle against his throat.

“Yeah. I know.”

#dc writes #Words That Water Flowers #WTWF chp5 #hanahaki au #au #modern au #killugon #killua zoldyck #gon freecss #hunterxhunter

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fangirlingnextgen · 7 years

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-Mat-

Raena had been so kind to agree on playing a soccer game with me. By this time she must be getting so tired of me talking and playing soccer all the time. My brothers always say I’m annoying and she must be thinking that too right now. Why would she even keep me here? She knows my intention of being here, but we are friends. Or so she said. I’ll have to trust her on that I guess.

‘’If you hit the ball with this part of your foot, you’re able to aim the ball better in the direction you want it to go. If you touch the ball with the point of your foot, it will go in a whole other direction.’’ I walk back to create a little more distance between us so I could show her what I mean. It are the basics but it could make the game just a little more fun if she understands it better. I show both ways to pass the ball to her and she rolls it back with ease. The golden underside of her cleats shining in the afternoon sun.

‘’Did you practice a lot with your brothers?’’ she asks and I try not to clench my jaw. Neels and Felix had another way of ‘’practice’’ destroying and losing my soccer balls, that’s what they are good at.

‘’Nah they didn’t like it as much. I usually trained alone.’’ I stop the ball with my foot, giving her a small smile. ‘’Are you up for a game? If you’re ready to lose of course.’’ She is competitive, I see it in her eyes as she rushes to me and steals the ball from underneath my foot, hurrying to the makeshift goal I made out of some branches I found.

I have no problem catching up with her, snatching the ball from her. She protests loudly and tries to push me away making me laugh as I move around her before sprinting to her goal. Distracted I think too easy of her, not realizing until she took the soccer ball back and is heading back to my side of the field. No way that she is going to score before I do.

I sprint back and before I can think make a sliding aiming for the ball. I’m too late with my action and before I know, Rae falls on the grass and immediately reachesfor her ankle. At first I think she is joking but she winces slightly.

‘’for pokker.’’ I curse and hurry to her. ‘’I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to.. I.. oh my god.’’ ‘’Mat calm down, it’s not broken. It hurts a lot though.’’ she laughs with a hiss and tries to get on her feet, but leaning on her bad foot would be impossible. The iron of my cleats must have hit her ankle pretty harsh.

‘’C-can you walk?’’ I ask her nervously, but I know the answer of course. She nods but when she leans down to roll her legging up to take a closer look at her ankle it seems to hurt too much. ‘’Doctor.’’ we both agree on and only one name shoots through my mind. Fitz, we’ll need Fitz. He is technically not a doctor but he could help. They would ask too many questions in the hospital and what if they kick me out of here because I injured her. I can’t do that, we need Fitz, she needs Fitz.

I move to pick her up but she pushes me away with a laugh. ‘’Mat relax, I can walk to the hospital.’’ ‘’I’m not taking you there.’’ I wrap an arm around her shoulders and automatically she leans more on me, not putting any weight on her bad foot.

‘’What?’’ she asks confused as we limp back to the entrance of the palace. guards give us confused glances but Raena is probably looking so determined that they stay away. ‘’Fitz will help us.’’ I tell her. ‘’but the hospital.’’ ‘’they’ll kick me out if they know I hurt you. ‘’no they won’t but hurry, it hurts.’’

All the way to Fitz’s room I mumble sorrys to her, feeling extremely guilty she is in pain because of me. Though she is laughing she hides wincing from pain when she accidently leans on her bad ankle. When we reach Fitz’s room I knock firmly on the door, letting him know he has to be quick.

‘’Hurry up! We need help!’’ I call. Beside me Raena grumbles ‘’You’re acting as if I just got shot.’’ It doesn’t take long before Fitz opens his door, looking a little anxious. ‘’Mat?!’’ He notices Raena too and seems even more surprised. ‘’’Princess? What happened?’’ He asks when he notices as well that she isn’t leaning on her left leg.

I feel my cheeks heat up and mumble something unhearable as Raena sighs at me. ‘’He took the game a little too serious and decided to..’’ she pauses looking at me a bit unsure. ‘’You have a name for it right?’’ ‘’I did a sliding on her ankle.’’ I fill in to explanation for Fitz. ‘’And now it kinda hurts…’’ she adds.

Fitz rubs his forehead, as if he is trying to make sense of all of this. ‘’And what are you doing here instead of at the hospital wing?’’ he questions.

‘’Because I think you are better at doctor stuff than them.’’ I mumble.

‘’I agree you have a lot of knowledge Fitz and you could help me out but--’’ ‘’They’ll kick me out if they get to know I hurt her!’’ I blurt out before she can finish her sentence. Raena shakes her head before addressing Fitz again. ‘’I already told him they wouldn’t.’’ She winces when she shifts on her bad leg. ‘’But I probably won’t be able to walk around like this all the way to the hospital wing. So a little help would be appreciated.’’

Fitz was frowning from one to the other as we keep talking and eventually sighing, probably because of me. ‘’You won’t get kicked out Mat.’’ He says and opens the door further to let us in. ‘’I don’t have anything to cool it, but I have some ointment and bandages.’’ Of course he would, I knew taking Raena here would be smart to do. I take her into the room and help her sit down on the chair, looking at her in fear. Please don’t let her ankle be broken. I would never forgive myself if it were.

Instead of wincing or crying out in pain Raena simply chuckles at me. ‘’I should let you get beheaded for this.’’ the heat disappears out of my cheeks and I go pale. I knew it.

‘’N-no wait.. is that legal?’’ I ask to no one in particular.

Fitz had collected his stuff in the meantime and kneels down at Raena’s feet. ‘’It’s not legal Mat. Not anymore at least.’’ I can see a slight grin on his face ass he doesn’t look up. To Raena he adds. ‘’Excuse me while I take off your shoe Princess.’’

Raena seems amused by it and jokes. ‘’Isn’t the fairytale supposed to be the other way around?’’ I don’t laugh at her joke but actually worry instead. I hit her ankle, the Royal ankle of a Princess with my cleat. The underside has iron nobs. Some soccerplayers tear their anklets and aren’t able to play for months because of this.

‘’Can I help with something? Do you need towels or..’’ I run a hand through my sweaty hair trying to come up with other ways I could be useful before I remember. ‘’Water! I’ll get some water!’’ water is always required when things like this happen right? people are thirsty when hurt. in the movies they are at least. While Fitz shakes his head at me and starts inspecting Raena’s ankle I hurry off to the bathroom leaving the door open so I can still hear their voices.

‘’It's not terribly swollen... Not that warm either... Probably just bruised and slightly sprained.’’ I hear him say before he talks louder. ‘’A cold, wet towel Mat. Please.’’ i hadn’t realized I was mumbling to myself before I hear his voice and nod to myself. ‘’Towel, got it!’’ I call back and find one, holding it underneath the tab to run cold water over it.

‘’How long do you think this will last before its back to normal?’’ Raena asks.

‘’With the right care? A week or so, probably just annoying after a couple of days. If it lasts longer than that, have it checked by a professional. And I advice you not to play soccer for some time, obviously. Certainly not with Mat…’’ Fitz looks over his shoulder, amused at me when I come back with the towel and hand it to him.

‘’look, it was an accident. I promise I will never do it again. I'm so sorry.’’ the last part is for Raena who was nodding at Fitz’s words.

‘’you better not do it again, if you pull something off like this on the field you'll get suspended for a couple of games.’’ she tells me and my eyes widen realizing she is right. I curse nodding. ‘’Damn, you’re right.’’

‘’Language.’’ he scolds me, after taking the towel and wrapping it around Raena’s ankle.

‘’Sorry nerves.’’ I apologize quickly.

‘’We’ll cool it for 15 minutes, then bandage it and then everything will be fine.’’ I’m sure that assurance is more aimed at me than it is to assure Raena. She leans back against the backrest of the chair with crossed arms after thanking Fitz for helping her. ‘’I expect to be carried around now everywhere I go you know?’’ she says to me.

‘’Of course that is fine and--’’ I notice her smirk a little too late. ‘’And you’re joking. I knew that.’’ I feel so stupid with them but it makes me smile all the same. They try to ease the situation with jokes and it makes me relax a little bit. I catch Raena rolling her eyes and winking at Fitz because of their little inside jokes. Fitz laughs back before adding. ‘’he’s so easy to fool isn’t he?’’

That makes me protest. ‘’I am not! I just..’’ I scratch the back of my neck, feeling anxious about the situation. ‘’I injured a Princess.. what if your parents find out! Or Prince Collin, he'll get so mad at me! Does this count as assault?’’ ‘’Calm down, I thought I was good at being stressed.’’ Raena laughs.

‘’Cortisol is bad either way. You’ll be fine Mat, really. Plus, Prince Collin is a fine guy, he'll understand. Might even challenge you for a match.’’ Fitz nudges against my shoulder and I do the same back. ‘’ I'll beat him at it, don't worry.’’ I tell him. Raena watches amused before saying. ‘’we could always play fifa if you want Mat, you can tackle me there as much as you want.’’ that makes me smile. so she isn’t tired of still playing soccer with me in that way.

‘’so much agression.’’ Fitz mumbles and kneels down again to rub some ointment on Raena’s ankle, bandaging it afterward. After a moment he says. ‘’Next time please don't come to me though... You think to highly of me. I don't have an proper education and shouldn't be doing this…’’

Raena replies before I can. ‘’we'll see about it, I'm just glad you're willing to help me out. I know I'm in good hands with you. You have a lot of knowledge on this Fitz.’’ she tries another joke to cheer him up.’’ with bigger injuries I'll go to the hospital wing but till then I trust you with my ankle.’’

I frown at his words. Does he really think of himself like that? I understand him being not educated that well. becoming a doctor takes years, but he already knows a lot.

‘’you are great at being a doctor already, and we both have faith in you.’’ I tell him with an encouraging smile. Hopefully that will boost his confidence a little.

He shakes his head while finishing the bandage. ‘’It’s your injuries I suppose. There that should be redone daily though.’’ he nods to the bandage, satisfied with it and gets up to walk to the bathroom. I guess to wash his hands. Hygiene is important for doctors.

Raena groans when he leaves but it’s more at her ankle than at him. ‘’Report tomorrow, and I won’t be able to wear heels.’’ i feel bad because of that mumbling a sorry to her. ‘’It’s alright, there are worse things in life. Just glad Fitz could do something.’’

‘’Maybe Mat should wear heels for you...’’ Fitz says with a grin when he returns. ’’In the name of fashion, of course Though heels have terrible effects on the feet in the first place, and posture and...’’ he mumbles and clears his throat afterwards.

‘’I’m tiny without.’’ she protests while I shake my head. No way I’ll ever wear heels. ‘’Nah ah no heels, those things look like they could kill.’’ ‘’I think that is a fair punishment, you’ll have to wear heels.’’ Raena laughs amused. ‘’That will be amazing.’’

Fitz grins. ‘’Im sure they have something to match your outfit, don't worry Mat.’’ I once noticed Raena wore different heels every single day so I’m afraid Fitz is right and that she really has something to match my soccer shirt.

I give her a pleading look. ‘’You can’t mean that.’’ she smirks in return. ‘’We’ll see.’’

Fitz laughs and helps her stand up. ‘’Ah come one, maybe then you’ll finally be taller than me.’’ he had a fair point there and if it came from someone else it might’ve hurt my ego. Though this is Fitz, my friend.

I groan with a laugh. ‘’I’ll do it just to make you laugh.’’ I admit, Raena will deserve something hilarious as me waring heels after I almost broke her ankle.

Raena thanks Fitz again and carefully walks over to the door. ‘’'ll just take some rest hopefully it will heal soon. See you both tonight for dinner ‘’ she smiles kindly at us. ‘’ you need help to your room? ‘’ I ask her. she seems to debate it for a moment but shakes her head. ‘’no.. I don't think that will be necessary’’

before she leaves Fitz can’t help but to give some advice. ‘’Try not to lean on it too much... But also not overcompensate too much in your posture so-- Eh, be careful.’’ she nods at his words. ‘’I will, thank you again Fitz. You will be a great doctor, no doubt.’’ and with that she limps back to her own room, getting some rest that will hopefully heal her ankle sooner.

‘’Thanks too.. I slightly panicked.’’ I tell Fitz when she is gone.

He was smiling at Raena’s compliment but crosses his arms when he turns to me. ‘’You can’t do a sliding on the freaking Princess Mat..’’ I see that he is trying to look serious, but there is amusement in his eyes.

‘’It was an accident! I was into the game too much and I just.. at least she didn't get angry at me..’’ I sigh.

‘’Of course she didn't get angry at you, it's Raena.’’ Fitz smiles and pats my shoulder.

I pat his shoulder back, like I usually do and calm down a little. ‘’ alright.. thanks. I'll go back to my room too then. See you tonight’’ i don’t tell him that I go there because I feel ashamed that I hurt Raena, he would tell me not to worry once again.

‘’Eh wait, Mat…’’ Fitz stops me and starts smiling like a fool. ‘’I had that date with Gal’’

Hearing that I turn around and quickly sit down on his chair to hear the whole story. I’m not leaving before he tells. ‘’for real! That is great, how did it go?!’’

Fitz starts pacing a little. ‘’Good? I think it went good! I mean I arranged little tarts and we went picnicking and-... We kissed so...’’ no way he did that! The formal doctor. ‘’Way to go man! You kissed a Princess! sounds like you had a great time.’’ I grin. ‘’so when is the second date planned?’’

He blushes and smiles a little awkward. ‘’Eh, soon, eh I don't know, whenever she wants really.’’ ‘’I'm happy for you man. Hope everything will work out.’’ I smile being happy for him. I’m glad he can be happy with her. He deserves that.

‘‘Yeah I hope so too... But just- thanks Mat...‘‘ ‘‘Thank you too, you know. I haven't had a good friend like you in... forever I think.‘‘ sadly that might be true, but I’m glad Fitz is my friend now. He frowns for a moment but turns it into a joke. ‘‘Well an amazing friend like me is hard to find.’‘ I roll my eyes.

‘’don't become too arrogant now huh. thanks a lot Fitz. For a lot of things.’’ I tell him again. '’Likewise.’’ he ends with a smile

#Fitz #Mat #Raena #brotp #sorry if this is rushed

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Drabble: Said the Spider to the Fly (baon)

Summary: Edge has his reasons for disliking spiders.

Tags: Spicyhoney, Established Relationship, Domestic, PTSD, Childhood Trauma, Arachnophobia

Notes: This chapter has a description of PTSD and childhood trauma, along with arachnophobia. Growing up in Underfell sucked.

Part of the ‘by any other name’ series.

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The Underworld had a few climates but not really seasons, and over the few years they'd been on the surface, Edge had come to appreciate that every season had its benefits.

Summer meant he could spend time in his garden, enjoying the warmth of the sunshine on his shoulders, the delicate perfume of the flowers scenting the air around him. It meant that Stretch often dragged out a lawn chair to sit with him up front, sometimes bringing along a chicken, sometimes not, and either chattered excitedly about whatever had his attention that day or simply napped peacefully while Edge weeded.

Today, the chattering was over but Stretch wasn’t yet asleep, blinking drowsily as he watched Edge working. On another day Edge might try to encourage that attention, maybe indulging in a little teasing before dragging them upstairs to shower together

But Stretch looked more asleep than not and knowing about his recently lowered HP, Edge wanted him to nap as much as possible.

His blinking was getting slower, sockets more closed then not, when they widened suddenly, looking not at Edge but past him. Stretch sat up and waved, “heya, muff!”

Walking down the sidewalk was Muffet, dressed in her normal frills and completely heedless of the heat of the day. A wide-brimmed hat was perched atop her smartly done hair with a lacy parasol completing the ensemble. On a sparkly pink leash, Cupcake waddled in front of her, its multitude of legs churning as it trotted along.

"Good afternoon, dearies!" she trilled, waving with two of her left hands.

"hey, how's it going?” Stretch scrabbled to his feet and trotted over. In no time they were chatting animatedly, her many hands moving as quickly as Stretch’s two.

Edge kept his eye lights on his weeding, ignoring them as they talked. The sun felt suddenly too hot, glaring down on him and he could taste the sweat beading on his skull, trailing downward and dripping to spot the leaves with reddish droplets. That chortling laughter made him hunch down, focusing on his hands. Training his gaze on the slender weeds poking their way through his sweet pea patch, trying to ignore the way that sound made his bones crawl.

Intellectually, he knew that his reaction to Muffet wasn’t her fault, as ridiculous to blame her for what her counterpart did in Underfell as it would be to blame Papyrus for anything Edge had done. She’d always seemed a perfectly charming individual, and she and Stretch were on friendly terms. He knew in the past they’d had a relationship of sorts, likely a sexual one in nature.

That was not his issue; his trust in Stretch was absolute and despite his husband's worries on the matter, Edge was not concerned with Stretch's sexual proclivities before him. It hardly mattered to him who Stretch had been with before, only that now Edge was allowed to claim Stretch as his, with murmured words as much as the ring on his finger.

His difficulties with Muffet had nothing to do with Stretch, but instead took him all the way back to Underfell in a way few things could.

Back where she had been the boogeyman come to life. Her spiderlings were everywhere in Hotland, a private network of spies and informants. Children tended to disappear in her district, without even a trace of dust lingering. He and Red never stayed there long, no matter that better food was easier to find, except once and—

The sound of his name made him jerk, looking up a bit wildly to see Muffet waving at him, past Stretch who only watched indulgently.

“Hello, Edge," she called again. He managed a curt nod. Her cheery smile never wavered, her attention shifting back to Stretch, and their muted conversation continued.

His soul was agitated, stirring in his rib cage almost aggressively. It wasn’t her fault he didn't like spiders, it wasn’t, and the memory was an old one, of Sans leaving him on his own once again to scrounge for food or G, carefully hidden behind a row of trash bins. He could remember waking to the feel of hundreds of tiny legs moving over him, beneath his clothes and even inside his skull as they bound him, the sticky threads clinging, strands of silk wound between his teeth, muffling his screams and if Sans had stayed away only minutes longer, if he hadn’t returned when he had, dropping the few rotting pieces of fruit he’d found to the ground, his magic flaring and the shrill insectoid shrieks that came, if—

“edge?”

Edge jerked his skull up, blinking away memory, confused to see Stretch standing several wary steps back. Bewildered, he glanced down to see his hands were fiery with magic, glowing through his dirty gardening gloves, the leaves of the plants withering away from the heat.

With a clench of his fists, Edge forcibly snuffed it. He took a slow, shaky breath, glancing involuntarily down the road to see Muffet skipping away, Cupcake waddling at her side as she turned down a side street and out of sight. It helped settle the agitated roil of his soul, if not the tremor in his hands, the uncomfortable heat of the sun pouring down. He stripped off his shirt, let the breeze touch his sweaty bones. That helped, too, and he could feel his magic easing.

Stretch didn’t move, only stood waiting with patience that few would believe him capable of. Edge was one of them. He knew his love, knew him, and when the trembling in his hands finally eased, Edge spoke quietly even as he winced inwardly at the harsh grate of his voice, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to frighten you.”

That earned him a lopsided smile, mirrored in soft, pale eye lights. “i’m not scared of you, babe. just didn’t want to startle you.”

A wise choice. Edge could almost see the wheels turning Stretch’s head; he was no fool and connecting the dots would be simple. Edge busied himself with tugging his shirt back on, grimacing at the sweat dampening it, even as he braced himself for the inevitable questions, and he could almost taste that foul silk even now, hear that chittering from inside his skull--

"so, what are we doing tonight?"

The unexpected question made him blink. Stretch moved closer, flopping down next to Edge and his sleek, bony legs poked out from the bottom of his shorts, his bare toes wriggling against the grass. He was close enough that his sleeve brushed against Edge’s, a ridiculous shirt advertising some fantasy brand of potato chisps against his own plain one. When he offered a tentative hand, Edge stripped off his gloves and took it, twining their fingers together, bones softly scraping.

"We're supposed to go over the Sans and Papyrus's,” Edge answered him slowly, “Papyrus is convinced that he simply needs to find the right board game and eventually we will be able to add game nights to our gathering repertoire.”

Stretch snorted. “yeah, okay, that only sounds like a worse recipe for disaster than the first time he made lasagna. we’re going, right?”

“Of course. If nothing else, I should be there as a chaperone. I’d like to try to keep the amount of homes that we destroy to the barest minimum.”

“yeah, it is kinda a pricey way to promote bonding.” Stretch nudged him unsubtly. “you wanna take a shower before we head over?”

Grateful tears pricked Edge’s sockets, though they never fell, even if the one sitting next to him was the only one Edge would ever be able to weep unselfconsciously before. Instead, he blinked them away, drawing their joined hands up to his face where he could breath in the mingled scent of their magic, achingly familiar to him now. Kissed the curve of those knuckles and the ring that marked Stretch as his, the same as his own ring did the opposite.

The hand in his own twisted, Stretch’s fingertips brushing gently over his cheekbone, cupping his face.

Someday, he would tell Stretch, he knew. One late night in their shared bed with the darkness around them keeping their secrets, he would be able to whisper to him that memory, and Stretch would listen, his slim arms wrapped tightly around Edge. He’d be able to tell him from the safety of Stretch’s embrace.

For now, he only rolled to his feet, tugging Stretch to follow him into the house for that shower. They didn’t need to be to the Tale brothers’ home for a few hours yet and Edge planned to put every minute to very good use.

-finis-

#spicyhoney #papcest #keelywolfe #underfell #underswap #underfell papyrus #underswap papyrus #by any other name

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