#all talk when it came to being a tough cookie but cried angry tears the entire time he was confronting anything

[cosmicwhoreo]

Can I interest you in some guppy Black Pearl art in these trying timez? (with a hint of Grand Reef Cookie, of course!)

believe it or not, I had these doodled before the update! Granted, bp was colored slightly different than now, but it's easy to fix that with pixels~! Frankly my ideas on how my shining grandpapa Grand Reef haven't changed much! In fact, I think the conformation that bp has (or had) sisters helps me! All that really changed is that merbabies leave the reef at a certain age to go with their pod of siblings to their kingdom and be a good citizen or whatnot-

AND BECAUSE I'M ME~

Yes, I know logistically there is no way in HELL these two would have ever met as kids; But that's what AUs are fooooooooor~~~~ SO SHUSHH

#cookie run #cookie run kingdom #black pearl cookie #captain caviar cookie #I headcannon baby Cavi to have been a blustering crybaby #all talk when it came to being a tough cookie but cried angry tears the entire time he was confronting anything #also a homeless feral brat that took what he could to get himself and others he tried helping by- #Grand Reef Cookie #Pearl was also a feral little spawn when she wanted to be as a pup #a bit skittish but ready to bite you should you test her #like a kitty~ #CRK #Guppy AU

[noordledoordle]

“There are fundamental things about ourselves that we know to be true. It's important to remember those things when you find yourself in a tough situation, or you need to make a decision from the heart, but it's equally important to know that you can surprise yourself, too...”

Novel-sized post under the cut:

I don’t say much on my art posts or on Tumblr in general, but as we’re in the home stretch before SU leaves forever, I thought I’d leave a bit of commentary for the five people who may happen across this.

I started watching the original series a couple weeks after Friend Ship aired in 2015, mostly because I love MST3K’s Joel Hodgson and heard he was playing Mayor Dewey. I know it’s a common refrain that you have to sort of “endure” SU up to Mirror Gem, but that was not the case for me. The kookiness, the gentle nature of the characters, the overarching mystery of the setting - SU had me hooked right off the bat.

I loved all the characters (and I still love all the characters! Even if Ronaldo is best left as a background role and Resident Plot Oracle), but I was especially fascinated by Steven. Outwardly, he was as laid-back as his dad, and seemingly took a lot of stuff in stride, even his odd living situation. And every time a Big Reveal happened that re-contextualized the episodes prior, he would react a little bit in the moment, but never too much. Like clockwork, this pattern kept repeating itself. He would continually focus outward on the immediate problem or person in front of him, and get deeply emotional for their issues instead of his own. He’d also get emotional for surface-issue things, like Cookie Cats and snakes.

I found that odd. And intriguing. At first I figured it was just a narrative device since he was the MC and my window into the world of SU, but it happened so often that I finally got suspicious. What was it going to take for this kid to really express himself? He was so good at getting others to open up, why couldn’t he do it, too? Yes, he had times and even a couple episodes where he’d tip his hand for a bit and show something deeper, but they were oh-so-fleeting.

As I started watching the remaining S2 and S3 episodes as they came out, this pattern kept up. The layers of the world and its characters slowly unwrapped, but Steven stubbornly kept to himself and was mostly content to point the audience away from him. (Not a bad thing, narratively, as the stuff with Peridot and the latter half of S3 were wild rides!) Back then, I felt pretty alone in giving a shit about him as a character when it seemed a lot of others didn’t, but, dammit, he was my favorite little mystery regardless and I just hoped his reticence was going somewhere, especially as the show’s stakes got higher and higher.

Sweet, sweet vindication came when Mindful Education aired. The second he started giving terrible advice to Connie, I knew we were finally due to for a good look into his brain. And then came the butterfly on the sword, and well, everything else. Yeah, he’d dropped enough breadcrumbs prior to Mindful Education implying he was proper fucked up about his identity, but this was a whole loaf of fresh French bread. It was now clear beyond any shadow of a doubt that Steven was bottling up the majority of his issues and probably had been from the start.

I mean, damn, the Pink Diamond reveal? Amethyst couldn’t drag more than a couple grumpy lines out of him over pizza, and like most things Rose related, was more about his feelings towards her than what that meant for him. When he flipped out at a hologram of his mom or cried for his dad, his family wasn’t present to hear his inner thoughts. Regardless, after CYM happened and he’d resolved his identity crisis, I was content enough that they’d acknowledged his constant deflection and almost tyrannical need to help others as character flaws and would have been fine with what we got as an ending. Still, there was a lot about Steven that had been left unsaid, and I was excited to see was S6 was gonna be about...

And then the movie and SUF came along, and I swear to God I don’t even know what to do with all this vindication. Rebecca Sugar may as well have beamed into my living room and screamed “LOOK HERE ARE 20 EPISODES OF CONTENT TAILOR-MADE JUST FOR YOU.” Finally, they’re really unwrapping the mystery of our main character. They’re tearing him apart right down to the core of tragic nougat at the center of his being.

So, anyway, here we are at the lowest point of Steven’s long story. He’s burned King’s Landing. He’s crossed the Rubicon. My son, my boy, has shut out everyone he loves and has an honest-to-goodness kill count, and it can’t be justified by saying he was backed into a corner or that he was fighting to protect someone. He didn’t mean to shatter Jasper, but it’s clear he meant to hurt her.

I was always adamant that he’d never shatter anyone, but now that he has, I get why.

Steven is all about that duality. He’s human and Gem, burdened with Special Magical Destiny yet supposedly free to choose his own human path. The closer he gets to discovering his future, the deeper he has to dig into the past. He’s a cute little critter who can quietly drool on himself while napping on a road trip and also an angry teenager frustrated over a life he never had. He’s trapped between reality and facade - all those healing Rose-style powers he worked so hard to get in the original series were a cover for something older, more ancient, more destructive. And, most pertinent to Fragments - he adores soft things like romance and weddings, yet also values tough things like strength and power.

And he’s having trouble walking the tightrope between all these contradictions. When it comes to power, for example, he loves gaining new powers in order to feel useful to his family, but, in fights where he isn’t pink, he’ll always stop just short of using them to their fullest and stay on the defensive as long as he can possibly get away with it. He’ll even apologize or warn his opponent if he tries to do something big. He’ll nearly always fall on the side of softness over power, but the power is still very much there, if unused. And even up to this last episode, he’d always stop just short of going full feral even when he was pink. Part of this is because Steven is a good kiddo at heart, but also afraid of what he can do to someone unchecked.

And now, here at a bad point in Steven’s life when he’s loaded up with PTSD and cut off from his usual support, Jasper (who is also...going through some things) gives him permission to indulge in the sort of thing he’s avoided since that day he summoned a shield with an ice cream bar. She tells him to not hide a part of himself, so for just this fucking once, he lets go. The ecstasy of battle overtakes him. He doesn’t tap into the soft, rounded Rose-style powerset for even a second. No bubbles, no shield, just that raw diamond geometry. And when he gets to the moment of the KO, there’s no stopping, no break to talk things out, no “yo watch out!” He even pins her down to make damn sure she can’t get away. It’s a surprising facet of Steven we have never seen, but it’s still absolutely him, just another one of those parts he squirrels away out of view. He didn’t need that “training” at all... it was always there.

When he told Jasper he’d been holding back, he meant it. He’s been holding back for years, in so many ways.

#steven universe #steven universe future #my art #steven universe spoilers #steven quartz universe

[logical-little-lies]

Making Up and Making Out-Agere!Sides AU (pt.32)

warnings!!: Implied making out/smut near the end, and panic attack/mental breakdown in first scenes of this chapter!

Little Roman was panicking. He wanted to cuddle and be held by Virgil, but he felt like he didn't deserve it. He wanted comfort, more then anything. But he wasn't ready to ask for it. He was scared, and lonely. His breathing speed up, and his eyes glossed over. The rule was that he had to find his carer when he was little, and if he wasn't available, find Patton or Logan to babysit.

Virgil wasn't exactly unavailable, but he was close enough in Roman's mind. Roman had never felt so anxious while little, he sniffled and tried to slow his breathing. He'd helped Virgil through enough panic attacks to know what was happening. He tried to be big, he swears, but he couldn't seem to erase the childlike fogginess. He was in pajamas still, he hadn't gotten up to eat, and it was at least noon.

Roman was trying to gather the courage to go out and find one of the glasses-clad sides when a knock sounded at his door. He whimpered. What if it was daddy? Would he be angry, and yell again?

"Roman, it's later than usual for you, and I just wanted to ask if you were okay," He heard Virgil's voice first, followed by Patton's.

"If not, maybe we can talk this over while making cookies?" Patton was the one who decided to turn the doorknob and let himself in. Virgil's eyes landed on Roman, who had obviously been crying. Roman found his bunny stuffed animal from Easter, quickly cuddling it to his chest in order to try and calm himself down again. You could tell he was visually panicking.

"Roman, are you alright?" Patton was quick to run to the side of the bed, crouching down to Roman's height. He gave a pout while motioning to be hugged by Patton. "Oh no," he muttered, looking to Virgil, "The emotional stress must've caused him to regress."

Roman was in Patton's arms quickly. Virgil tried to come stand by Patton, but Roman shied away.

"Woah, what was that for?" Virgil tried to lighten the mood with a chuckle.

Roman lifted his head out of Patton's chest. "What is it, little prince?" Patton had the strength to hold him up with one arm, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear.

"Daddy's mad at me....yelling was scawy," he sniffled again, and Patton held him close.

"You don't need to be scared of me! I didn't mean to- ugh," Virgil stopped his quick rambling. "I wanted to talk to big Roman, work this out." He didn't mind having little Roman, but he hated that he was scared, and reassuring a five year old was gonna be more tough.

"You can't be upset with him for regressing though, this is probably the most emotionally draining situation he's been in...well, since he's begun regressing. Try talking to him?" Patton spoke over Roman's head, moving to set him back down on the bed. The affection seem to stop his tears, and slow his breathing again, but he was still scared.

"Princey, I'm sorry I scared you. We both said things-" Virgil was cut off by Little Roman.

"no, no, no, I was bad! Now you're angry at me, because I got angry with D-dec..Janus!" Roman seemed to look guilty, casting his eyes down.

"How about you have this discussion when he's big? He's obviously not in he right headspace to talk about this, and he's not gonna listen to it coming from you. I can talk to him, and we can try again later?" Patton interrupted, and both Virgil and Roman seemed relieved.  

"You can go for now, Vee. I got him," Patton promised. Virgil left on that note, leaving Patton to help Roman get ready for the day.

"So? Is he quite alright?" Logan stood, leaning against the counter, sipping a cup of coffee. Janus sat on the table, shifting his attention to Virgil. There was literally a chair, multiple chairs, actually. Right there. Why sit on the table?

"He's little," he paused, looking at Logan, who looked to Janus.

"Oh, I know already, spare me the dramatic reaction. I'm a little too," Deceit rolled his eyes, Virgil chuckling slightly. Logan seemed confused, pausing before nodding. He gave a silent shrug and took a sip of his coffee.

"So, he regressed. Emotional stress and anxiety combined will do that. But how come you came back, and Patton didn't? Is Roman okay?" Logan questioned again.

"He's scared of me. He thinks that I'm mad at him, and he's scared I'm gonna yell at him. When I tried to apologize for yelling, he stopped me because "he was bad". Way to break my nonexistent heart!" Virgil seemed pained, groaning. Logan moved to pour him a cup of coffee. Logan himself had had some earlier, and so had Virgil. But he definitely needed more.

"So I'm guessing Patton took over then?" Janus asked.

"Yeah, he's not accepting my comfort while little, and that's a serious conversation for when he's big. So unless Little Roman comes around when Patton talks to him, then I have to wait until he comes out of his involuntary regression," Virgil accepted the black mug Logan handed him, taking a seat next to Janus on the table.

Not at the table. On the table. Chairs are useless, obviously.

"I'm sure Patton will take care of him just fine, let's hope he comes around with Patton's comfort, yeah?" Logan spoke, trying to comfort Virgil, who felt all types of terrible.

"Let's hope so," Virgil lifted his mug to his mouth, taking a long drink of the energizing liquid. Today was gonna be a long day.

--

"All ready, little prince?" Patton watched Roman mess with his hair in the mirror. Patton brushed his hair, helped him wash his face, and do a small self care routine, to hopefully make the boy feel better. You could barely tell he had cried.

"veevee gonna be out there, Pat!" Roman whined. He wore a light blue sweater, that was big on him and was definitely stolen from Patton, but wearing the clothing that smelled like cookies was comforting to him. He wore black leggings with it.

"I can promise you, Virgil is not gonna yell at you. He isn't even angry anymore, he just wants to talk things out," Patton picked up his stuffed bunny from the bathroom counter and handed it to him.

"Still nervous, tho. Janus gonna be out there! He don't know that m' a little, what if he makes fun of me?" Roman questioned.

Patton hoped Deceit wouldn't mind this, "Honey, he knows about us. He found out when he was here a little while ago, and he regresses himself."

"Oh," Roman looked down. "Is it bad that m' scared to talk to vee?"

"you're anxious, that's all it is. You were thrown into a involuntary regression and you can't help it, and you can wait to talk to Virgil until you're big. But know, he is not mad at you, and he is really sorry that he yelled at you like that," Patton leaned forward to kiss his forehead softly.

"B-but! I yelled too, n' I insulted Dee, n' I was really mean to both of dem. If I did dat while little, Vee would make me say sorry to him too," Roman bit at his lip.

"Like I said yesterday, we all kinda did stuff. And whether or not you apologize to Janus, is your decision to make, but I support you no matter what," Patton promised.

--

The whole day. Literally hours passed before Roman acknowledged his own caregiver and boyfriend. He played with Patton, and cuddled up to his side. At first, Virgil hung out in the commons, talking to Janus quietly. Then, him and Janus eventually left to go to his room, because they weren't getting anywhere with Roman.

Roman wasn't regressed quite as deeply anymore, still little, but not in an anxious babyspace. Logan could hear the loud giggle coming from the kitchen from his room, at the end of the hall.

Roman covered his mouth, "Sorry! Didn't mean to be so loud, oopsie!" Patton chuckled at him action, removing his hands from his sides, where he had been tickling him. Roman sat on the kitchen counter, currently, because Patton stood right there while making dinner.

"Time to get down, we're gonna eat now," he instructed, trying to take his hand to help him down. Roman pulled his hand away.

"I like this spot," he swung his feet a little.

"Roman," Patton gave him the same caregivery look Virgil gave as a warning, the next step usually being a stern scolding or timeout. "It's time for dinner," he spoke again.

Roman shook his head, "I wanna stay here."

Patton internally groaned, he hated being strict, especially with littles who were sensitive.

"Now, baby, I know what Virgil would do and I don't wanna have to do that. Be a good little prince and listen to me?" Patton looked at him again, hoping he'd give in. He stood in front of him, so when Roman swung out his foot more harshly in annoyance, he managed to kick Patton in the stomach. His eyes widened.

"D-didn't mean to! Don't wanna hurt you!" he looked at Patton apologetically.

"You didn't hurt me. Just be more careful, I know you were annoyed, but there's other ways to take out your anger rather than aggression," Patton knew he didn't mean it, and it didn't actually hurt him. "Come on, kiddo."

Roman pulled his hand away again, shaking his head. Patton gave him a much more stern look. Roman whimpered, "I'm sorry! I get down now?" he held out his hand for Patton to help him. Which he did, he hugged Patton, resting his head on his chest.

Roman was noticeably shorter than usual. Logan had a theory that they subconsciously regressed physically in certain aspects. "You're okay, honey. How about you make it up to me by getting the others for dinner while I set the table?"

Roman eagerly nodded, making his way through the hall to get the other three.

--

"I'm telling you, whenever he's big again, he's gonna apologize and you're gonna be able to talk it out," Janus sat on Virgil's bed, Virgil next to him. They were covered in blankets and surrounded by pillows.

"I know, I know. But when we walked in this morning, he was having a break down, and panicking. I induced some form of a panic attack for him, and I feel so bad for it," Virgil groaned, leaning his head on Janus's shoulder.

"It's gonna be alright. And plus, Roman's actually pretty cute while little," Deceit tried to shift the subject.

"Yeah, a cute brat," Virgil scoffed. "He thinks rules and listening to his caregiver are optional."

"I'm sure it isn't that bad."

"The first time he regressed he threw a sippy cup at Logan."

"I will never question you ever again."

Their eyes snapped up when Roman knocked on the door lightly, and opened it. "Hi, sweetie. What's up?" Virgil spoke softly. Roman didn't seem as scared of him, but still visibly nervous.

"I helped Patton made dinner, he told me to come get you guys..." he looked down, shuffling his feet a little.

"Oh, well, we will be out there in a bit," Janus spoke this time.

Roman didn't move, looking up at Virgil with guilty eyes. "What is it, do you need something else? You wanna talk to me?"

Roman nodded, quick to approach and climb onto the bed. Virgil scooted away from Janus, and let him sit in between them. Roman silently cuddled into Virgil's side, and the anxious side hesitantly wrapped his arm around his shoulder. "I'm sorry," he mumbled.

"So am I. But, besides that, are you okay?" Virgil asked, ruffling his hair a little.

Roman nodded. Janus watched the sight in front of him.

"I was scared but I know you don't like yelling at me, and that you didn't mean to upset me that much. So m' sorry, daddy," Roman was shocked by the tight hug Virgil pulled him into.

"It's okay. And you're right,  I don't like yelling at you, and I didn't mean to upset you. We both got caught up, and were emotional. It's okay now, right?"

Roman shifted to look at Janus, nervously looking up at him. "I-i'm sorry, to you too. I was mean, you're name isn't weird and-" Roman huffed, trying to come up with words.

"I accept your apology, Roman. I understand what you're trying to say and I forgive you. And I also apologize for comparing you to Remus, that wasn't fair to either of you," Janus gave a soft smile, and Roman nodded.

"Thank you!" he cheered, feeling so much better than before already.

"Ro? Are you wearing Patton's sweater?" Virgil noticed, and Roman blushed.

"It smells like cookies! And it's soft!" he let out a giggle, it ringing out louder when Virgil starts to place kisses all over his face.

"You're my little prince, and I love you so much," Virgil stopped his act of dorky affection, leaving Roman red-faced and smiley. "Go out there with Patton, I'll be out there in a second."

Roman, now much more cheerful than when he entered the room, nodded and left. Janus climbed off the bed and helped Virgil up. "See? It's all fixed," he said, and Virgil rolled his eyes.

"And it was much easier than I thought it was gonna be," Virgil sighed in relief.

"told ya so," Janus stuck out his tongue,causing Virgil to roll his eyes.

--

IMPLIED SEXUAL THINGS/SMUT IN NEXT PARAGRAPH. NOTHING BAD, JUST IMPLIED

The next morning, Virgil woke up in Roman's bed. Images of the night before popped in his head. Roman coming out of regression after dinner, talking to him for a while. At some point the talking faded into kissing, then making out. You can fill in the blanks on what happened next.

Roman also planned to give Janus an apology later in the day. Everything was gonna be okay. Things were starting to get back to ‘okay’ again.

For now.  

a/n: i’m now the ceo of barely getting on tumblr for weeks and then droppig in w/a new chapter at 3 am. Whoops, that’s just how writers block works. Also writing a chapter for little vlogs,,,might be out tonight,,,,may be out in three weeks idk yet.

#cgvirgil #cgpatton #littleroman #roman agere #ts agere #prinxiety agere #ts janus #ts virgil #ts patton #ts roman #ts logan

[sanders-sides-fic]

Cousin’s support

2,868 words

triggers: implied death, cheating, cursing, being kicked out, mentioned toxic relationship, mentioned hate against polyamory (please let me know if I should add anything else)

It started with a tragedy.

Roman and Remus moved back into the cold, abandoned house about a year after it had happened. Not much had changed, but that surely didn’t help. The only reason they even still had the house was because their parents had bought the property and had the house built there, and it’d been payed off right away. Their parents hadn’t been rich, per se, but they had always had the habit of saving wherever they could so they didn’t have any debts to pay. They’d only been in debt once, and that hadn’t even been for more than three years. Roman and Remus had had… interesting parents, if you wanted to say it like that.

Anyways, the house was all theirs, and they didn’t have to pay rent. So, while both water and juice had been caught off without anyone to pay for it, the house was theirs still. The only problem was that there was a lot of renovating to be done. And both Remus and Roman were university students. In other words: Both twins were broke. Absolutely broke. That had been the reason Roman initially had the idea to rent some rooms out to friends, kind of a shared living kinda situation. Their friends had basically lived with them anyways. Patton, not liking the quiet of his often empty apartment, was thrilled at the idea. Logan has said that it was only logical, and since everyone of them would benefit he agreed. 

Remus, however, said that it would only be fair on the condition that it meant he would be allowed to invite some of his friends as well. And Roman agreed, though not without hesitating. Not because he had anything against it as such, but because Remus had a habit of picking rather strange fellows as his friends. But the two that he choose were more than alright with Roman, and he suspected the older twin had taken Roman’s concerns into consideration.

Yes, Remy and Janus were alright. Remy was nice enough, tough a bit chaotic, and he wasn’t home most of the time anyways. How that man worked, slept and payed for all that coffee was beyond any of his room mates, but he was caring when it came down to it and fun to be around in general. And while Janus was a teasing, flirting, dramatic liar with enough flair to pass as a character on a broadway production and a never ending pool of sarcasm… Well, he had strict morals, though it was anyone’s guess what those were, and he made a point to almost force the others to take care of themselves. Even with - hopefully - empty threats, if needed.

And the six of them were surprisingly functioning rather well. They complimented each other, were there for each other, filled in wherever another one fell short, and made sure to pull each other out of harmful habits. Within five months after the house was renovated and they’d moved in for good none of them could imagine living without the others.

Until the 19th of December.

It was cold. Well, cold for Florida. 37 degrees weren’t exactly cold for winter anywhere else, but… Well, it was chilly with the wind blowing mercilessly and it was raining cats and dogs out there. So when someone knocked, at almost nine in the afternoon no less, they were all surprised.

They’d been sitting in the shared space and talked, throwing popcorn at each other as they debated Disney. But the knocking had sounded urgent, even though it had been just three knocks. It was Remy who stood up and went over, opening the door - and he gasped when he saw who it was. The others could see them as Remy still blocked the view, but if Remy had gasped like that it couldn’t be good. A lot of concerned glances were exchanged. 

“Uh, hi… Hi, Remy.”, a voice hesitantly spoke up, almost a mumble. It was a rough voice and it sounded like they had been crying. Even less good.

“V?! What are you doing here? What… You didn’t walk here, did you?”, Remy cried out. Silence, but apparently they had answered one way or the other, because Remy gasped again. “Gurl, it’s raining. Scratch that, it’s pouring out there! You’re gonna die.”

“Gee, thanks. I hadn’t noticed.”, they said and one could basically hear the eye roll. Then there was a sigh. “I just… I didn’t know what else to do and… God, I feel so stupid, but… Can I, like, crash on the couch? If, if your room mates don’t mind? I just… You know, I just don’t know where to go.”

Remy didn’t even miss a beat before he answered: “Gurl, of cause. Come in!” And when he stepped to the side, he revealed a figure in dark clothing. His purple hair dripped from underneath the black and purple patchwork hoody he wore, his purple converse had to be drenched too and the black jeans clung to his legs. He was shivering ever so slightly and even with his head lowed slightly, you could see the way his eyeliner was running. The guy, V, gave Remy a doubtful glance but stepped in anyways.

“Wait here, I’ll go get a towel.”, Remy said to him as he closed the door. The guy nodded, not looking up. Then he turned to the other people in the room. “Would you guys mind making a coffee- no, not that. Tea? Uh, a hot chocolate? Something to warm him up.” Patton, of cause, nodded right away and jumped up.

The guy himself flinched at that, looking at Remy almost panicked. “Oh, no, that’s not… I don’t need-” But Remy was gone already and he cut himself off with a sigh. For a few moments he just stood there, shifting uncomfortably in the silence as Patton rummaged through the kitchen. Then he took a deep breath and looked over, a shaky smile playing with black lips. “Uh, hi? Sorry to just drop in on you. Uh… Janus. Remus. ‘s been a while.”

And Roman hadn’t noticed, but next to him Janus had been frozen and this seemed to snap him out of it. He’d never seen Janus jump up that fast, or reach out to someone with such a concerned look on his face, fingers hovering just above someone else as though he was afraid of them disappearing if he did. “Virgil?”, he whispered breathless. And the guy nodded, avoiding eye contact. “Virgil, what happened? Why are you here? You live on the other side of town and you… Is that blood?”

For a moment Virgil looked confused, but then a light seemed to dawn on him and he touched his left cheek, bringing his finger tips back red. “Oh. Oh! That fucker scratched me.”

“Who did? It wasn’t Jurij, was it?” That was Remy, coming back with a black towel in his hand and a few clothes of his own. Virgil hesitated, but nodded after a few seconds. For some reason, that seemed to make Janus angry. “Your boyfriend hurt you?” Virgil nodded again.

“Well… I mean, I don’t think he was thinking clearly or he wouldn’t have… God, why am I even defending him? He’s just… God! I hate him. I fucking hate him!”

Silence. It was Remus speaking up this time: “What happened?” Virgil glared at the wall for a little bit. Then he took a shuddering breath, fists clenched and tears welling up in his eyes.

“He cheated on me. Didn’t even leave the room to pick up her call. Got angry when I confronted him, said I had no right to be mad about it. So I broke up. And he… lost it. Slapped me, yelled, called me a pretentious slut, pushed me out the door and locked it. The neighbors eventually threatened to call the cops because of the noise, so I…”

“Walked here? In the dark? While it was raining?” Virgil nodded again.

“I would’ve called or taken the bus or something, but I don’t have my phone or money, so…”

“Shit. Shit, Virge, I’m so sorry. Do you want me… I can go over there and make them choke on their own blood, if you want.” Virgil cringed at Remus’ words. “Ah. I see you haven’t changed much.” Remus only flashed a grin that just looked way too proud.

“Well, you go change and dry up. Don’t worry, I got you covered. We’ll figure this out in the morning.”, Remy interrupted, patting Virgil’s shoulder. And Roman’s heart clenched when he saw the hesitant hope building in Virgil’s dark eyes. “You sure? I mean, I just panicked. I can figure out something else if you want me to, probably. I don’t… I don’t wanna be a bother.”

And Remy put both his hands on Virgil’s shoulders, looking deep inside his eyes and went: “No - Do you hear me? - fucking way.” And when Virgil didn’t look convinced yet, Remy placed his hands on his hips in what he called his “bitch, please”-pose. “How many times did you let me crash on your couch when I was drunk and lost? And even if ya didn’t, gurl, you’re family. Now, get your ass into the shower before you get a cold or, so god help me, I will smother the living hell out of you with blankets and cookies. Got it?”

Roman had never seen Remy showing his care fore someone so openly on his face. Not once. And Virgil quirked a smile and mumbled a thanks, before taking the towel and the clothes and vanishing into the bathroom. How he found it on the first try, Roman did not know. It usually took him ages to find the right door in his friends’ places, and Virgil hadn’t even asked for directions.

Janus stayed where he was, trembling in unadulterated rage, perfectly manicured hands clenched into fists tightly enough to color them white. “I’ll kill that asshole. I can’t believe him! Seriously. Pretentious slut? No right to be mad?”

“I share the sentiment, hun, but Virge wouldn’t approve, so no. Still… I knew that bitch was no good.”, Remy forced out, teeth gritted.

“Of cause not!”, Remus exclaimed in a high pitched screech, “You know what he said at the beginning. Every fucking word out of his mouth was either a lie or a red flag. I seriously don’t know why Virgy even liked him. He’s an asshole, and not the good kind either!”

Janus relaxed in what looked like defeat. “Yes, well, sometimes we accept the love we think we deserve.”

“That’s bull. Virge deserves so much more!”

“And you think I don’t know that?!” That was the first time he had ever seen Janus scream. Not raising his voice, literally screaming. “But he doesn’t. Besides, you study psychology, don’t you? So you should know very well what manipulation does to you.”

Silence.

“I think three of us are pretty confused right now. Mind telling us who this is?”, Patton asked from next to Roman, a mug of steaming hot chocolate with cream and sprinkles on top. He’d used his own, the glittery and colorful ones, and the food coloring had started to sip into the cream. It was a sign of how much Patton cared, even though he obviously didn’t know Virgil any better than Roman himself, and he wondered briefly if he’d heard what Virgil had said about his now-ex earlier. But mainly Roman wondered when the hell his friend had come back into the room.

“Yes, naturally.”, Janus said, because of cause it was Janus who managed to calm down enough to at least put on a calm facade first. “This just now was Remy’s cousin, Virgil Black. He used to go to school with Remus and I, and that’s how we became friends with Remy in the first place, frankly. Virgil is also the one Remy talks about when he says he won’t come home for the night because he’s staying at his cousin’s.”

“Virgy used to be closer to us back in high school.”, Remus took over, and such a soft voice was all wrong coming from Remus. “But his ex was a dick, and when we found out that he was a dick he decided to push Virgil away from us. Made us look like the bad guys and guilt tripped him and all that. It usually wasn’t that bad until we found out that…” At this point he shared a look with Remy, who nodded once. So Remus continued: “Well, Virgy is ace and polyamorous. And he hadn’t been out to anyone but his friend for a while, but suddenly the entire school knew. That was on him.”

“And as if that wasn’t bad enough, he called him a whore. Said being polyamorous meant he was easy, which is just… just, no. So we had a little intervention, and… Well, the bitch couldn’t cut me off because I’m his family and he wouldn’t ever leave his family behind, but-”

“-but he got Virgil to stop talking to us. Or any of his friends, as far as I heard.”, Janus sighed. Remy shot him a glare for the interruption, but nodded in confirmation.

“So, let me sum this up.”, Logan asked, eyes squinted and mouth pressed to a hard line. “Virgil is Remy’s cousin, who just get kicked out by his ex-boyfriend, who has double standards and considers it fair to cheat on him, after ending a toxic relationship. Said ex-boyfriend manipulated and isolated him, thus leaving you two unable to help. He has no where to stay and decided to turn to Remy, which lead him to walk to the other side of the city, at…” Logan glanced at the clock “nine p.m., in the rain. He is most probably emotionally scarred from this toxic relationship, and might feel insecure about his romantic orientation. Did I miss anything?”

Three people shook their heads. Roman took the chance to glance at his room mates. Remus looked angry, Remy looked defeated, Janus looked absolutely heart-broken (which was just such a wrong expression on his face), Patton had pressed one hand on his mouth in horror as silent tears feel down his face, and Logan, well, Logan looked absolutely furious.

He himself felt all of those feelings as well.

“I usually showed up unannounced. Otherwise Jurij would schedule something there so I couldn’t come. And whenever I brought up that Virgil might want to leave him… Virgil would never talk about it, but whatever he said made him ignore all my calls and stuff for a week at least.”, Remy sighed, plopping back onto the couch and running his hand through his hair. “I’m just glad it’s over.”

“I agree. Although the end seems to have come in a suboptimal form, from the sounds of it that may prevent him from coming to future harm.”, Logan agreed, his voice still angry but also achingly soft.

It was quiet for a little bit, the shower running the only noise in the entire house. Then Remus looked at Roman, and - dear Shakespeare - he couldn’t stand his twin’s usually bright and mischievous eyes being filled with such a pleading look. “I know we said both of us were allowed to invite two friends each, but…”

Roman knew what he was asking. And even if the way Remus looked at him hadn’t been enough to convey the urgency of this request, Roman wouldn’t have dreamed of saying no. He’d want to help Virgil no matter what. So he gave his brother a soft smile. “We never figured out what to do with the room on the end of the hallway, anyways.”

Remus’ face lit up instantly and Janus and Remy looked just as excited. Patton nodded with so much urgency that it made all of them chuckle lightly. Logan rightened his already perfectly positioned glasses and hummed in agreement. “It does seem to be a good decision. If he’s related to Remy and friends with both Janus and Remus I don’t see a reason to mistrust him. And splitting the power and water bill with one more won’t do any harm either. So, as long as Virgil himself agrees…”

Remy laughed at that. “Oh, don’t worry. He won’t, but I’ll get him to understand it’s not a bother sooner or later.”

And Remy was right.

So, while it had started with a tragedy that had left both Roman and Remus with an empty place in their hearts, Roman was happy with what had come from it. Six room mates he adored and, as he watched Janus straightening out nonexistent wrinkles in his shirt for the tenth time at least, next to Logan nervously scanning through a novel, and as he saw Virgil coming down the stairs, giving the two of them a smile… Well, Roman was happy for them. Even though the rest of the house had had to suffer through some serious obliviousness and flirting disguised as arguments. It had been worth it in the end, though.

Seeing three of his best friends going on their first date was worth all of it.

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#sanders sides #sanders sides fic #mentioned anxeitmus #only in the end tho #human sanders sides #sander sides au #human au #tw implied death #tw manipulation #tw cheating #tw being kicked out #tw toxic relationship

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sixteen

Billy Hargrove x fem reader

“A fic where you and billy are exes, you've not seen him for a while bc you go to different schools. Billy sees you with a guy all over each other in town and goes to a party that night to blow off steam but you're there with your new bf. You and the boyfriend break up at the party because he was being a dick. You go off with billy and spend the night with him” requested by anonymous.

word count: 4,147

warning(s): swearing

a/n: was gonna split this into two chapters bc of how long it is, but I figured why not. this turned out lighter and funnier than I originally thought. oh and I made the reader and Billy nineteen going on twenty. love the idea anon, thank you! tell me in my asks if you guys like longer fics cause I can stretch all mine out. I personally love long ones. let me know! also left the reader’s asshole bf nameless on purpose, you can put in any douchey name you want.

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If anybody were to tell Billy what he would’ve seen when he went on an innocent trip to the supermarket to pick up his favorite frozen burritos, he would’ve ditched the frozen food and just order in a pizza for himself instead. Nothing could’ve prepared him for the shock, then the disappointment, and not to mention the utter fucking disgust of seeing you play Happy Housewife picking up groceries with a boy holding onto you by your hip. You were laughing with the tall handsome stranger, pointing at the sprinkled donuts as if there was something hilarious or entertaining about them.

Billy had originally been strolling through the aisles at ease, happy to get out of the house and go do something besides work, class, or going to the gym. Becoming a young adult for Billy meant chores like grocery shopping, and attending community college as a fresh start, also working at the car place down the street from town. He’d been doing good for a change, and it was a different feeling for him. Usually something (or in this case someone) would have him kicking and screaming his way back to his old self. Back when he was never anything but angry, sat around and blamed the world and refused to properly deal with his feelings, or think over his actions. However, college started and he met new people, strived to better himself not just physically but mentally. He even ditched his regular tough guy workout diet, replacing the protein shakes once in awhile and grabbing a case of colorful mouth-watering mini cupcakes for himself instead. He was hoping to treat himself because he deserved it, but this is what the world would rather graciously gift him: his ex girlfriend pawing at some douchey delinquent right in front of his face.

Billy reacted quick, almost embarrassingly quick, hiding himself behind the nearest corner with his back to the wall, his treats still sitting in the grocery basket as he cautiously peeked around to see if you were coming closer in his direction. Seeing as though you weren’t there anymore, he thanked his lucky stars and at last minute grabbed a bucket of vanilla ice cream from the nearest freezer section, because he fucking can, thank you very much. That’s what seeing “the one that got away” sucking face with somebody else at the store had done to the poor boy. The blonde anxiously tiptoed around the perimeter of the store, looking for your hair or that guy’s ugly face. After his target seemed to have vanished in thin air, thankfully, Billy sighed in deep relief and ran a hand over his suddenly warm face, coming down from the mini panic attack that you just unknowingly put him through. He thought you’d ditch Hawkins like you always said you would, find a better home to break more boys’ hearts and get a degree somewhere fancy. But then again, Billy remembers that there’s a lot of things you said you would do and ended up not doing.

“Hi, thank you for shopping with us. Would this be all for you today?” The kind middle aged woman behind the cash register asked. Billy scratched his head before forgetting if Max asked for anything or not, then decided whatever munchies she wanted could wait for next time. But first Billy needed to find another fucking store to shop at now, feeling like this place made Hell look like a playground with you and lover boy waltzing around, having a jolly time.

“Um, d’you think we could get this over with? ‘M kinda in a hurry here,” Billy laughs out of his anxiety, seeing the cashier woman take her time ringing him up. He squeamishly reached into his back pocket for his wallet and pulled out a few bucks then handed them over. She took the bills and slided them into the register one by one after scanning all of his items.

“Of course, sir. Would you like your receipt in the bag, or —?” Billy nodded his head and rushed to grab his bagged goodies before his name got called by a voice he never wanted to hear again.

“Billy?”

Holy mother of God.

Billy slowly turned around as if he were a kid getting caught with his hand in the cookie jar, and there you were. He didn’t want to make it obvious that he was checking you out, seeing if you’ve changed a lot or just a little since three and a half years ago. And you did. You matured quite a bit, got a new hairstyle that suits you, and you have a cute outfit on with your usual style that hasn’t changed drastically since you were sixteen. Billy remembers all your adorable band tees you’d wear, and he also remembers yanking them off of you when he took you to his room. But he probably shouldn’t think about that right now, not with you and your new boyfriend right in front of him.

“Uh... hey,” he breathes out, clearing his throat and straightening out his jacket, even smoothing out his hair like an idiot as if it wasn’t too late to already. As if he still cared what you think of him and his appearance. You raised your brows at him and grinned like it was fucking amusing to see him get so worked up and uncomfortable, still a bitch, then grabbed a hold of the man’s coat and gave it a tug to signal him for his attention. The tall, dark handsome man looks over at Billy as you greet him.

“Hey there, stranger. It’s been a few,” you greet him as if he were an old colleague or some bullshit, not at all like an ex who’s heart you smashed to pieces. It’s unsettling to Billy, and he knows something is up, like you’re not completely being real, not acting like yourself. Even if it’s been a few years, there’s no way in hell you could have tossed your whole personality out the window. “Babe, this is Billy. He’s an old family friend of mine,” you introduce the two boys and they shake hands, your boyfriend’s grip much tighter and Billy’s more hesitant. What the fuck is happening?

“What’re you up to these days?” You inquire, probably faking interest in how he turned out after high school. Billy knows he doesn’t have it in him to stand another second of this conversation, and when shit hits the fan, he bolts.

“You know, sorry but I really gotta go. This was great, uh. Nice seeing you Y/N, and nice meeting you Amigo, ” he snatches his groceries before all but running out of the store, nearly knocking his head into the automatic opening door on the way out, recovering quickly. Leaving your boyfriend confused and you feeling somewhat lonely, suddenly wishing to be sixteen and by his side again.

—

“Family friend? What the fuck was that!” Billy punched the steering wheel before he strapped on his seatbelt and threw his comfort food in the backseat. He can’t believe you, that you’d call him a family friend after all you two had been through. You were the first girl he ever actually found himself liking, and after you transferred to another school and dropped him like trash, you had since been the last girl he ever trusted, too. It was early 1983 when Billy was finally getting the attention from girls he wanted and having the time of his life in his second year of high school. You came around and made the first move asking him out, even calling the shots on what to do when you first started messing around, like the drunk on sex and hormones teenagers you were. You stood out amongst the other girls, he noticed it immediately and thought it would be fun to have a partner he could try out all the stuff he’d wanted to do. Practice was what he had called it, for when the time comes that his performance in bed actually mattered, since he was just a kid that went no further than second base before in his short life.

Things took a turn, and looking back now Billy should’ve seen it coming. Catching feelings and spending an awful lot of time together made him weak, made him more vulnerable than he’d ever been before. You fell for him too, or maybe you just said that to appease him, Billy doesn’t know anymore and gets a headache when he tries putting the puzzle together. Always missing what the point of it all was. Meeting him, smiling at him and making the boy feel special, feel like a real man even at the tender age of sixteen. Teaching him how to fuck, how to make love, how to give head that could make a girl scream and beg for more, more, more. More importantly teaching him that it’s healthy to talk to people about how he feels, listening to others in return. Then out of nowhere, dropping Billy like a fly when you moved and never calling him back after you promised him you would. Like it meant nothing to you.

He had so much he wanted to say to you but you were untouchable. He didn’t know your new address to write you, couldn’t for the life of him look your family up in the phone book either. He’d never felt so hopeless, so alone. And it was a stab in the back that you never lived up to your word, promising you’d keep in contact with him and never forget about him. The then sixteen-year-old cried hard in his pillow every night for weeks wondering what went wrong to have you not even try to keep in contact. And to do that, to shove him away in a drawer labeled nothing by calling him a family friend... fuck.

Billy snaps out of the painful flashback and refuses to let any tears out. If he didn’t deserve an explanation or some type of closure, then you didn’t deserve any of his tears. He rubbed his eyes as he sped home, then almost forgets the bags of frozen food in the back with how distracted he had gotten. When he made it into the house, he heated up two of his favorite frozen burritos in the microwave and ate all his sorrow away.

As Billy finished up his greasy deliciousness, he wiped his hands off on his already dirty jeans and answered the telephone attached to the wall that obnoxiously rang. It was Tommy on the line, saying something about some banger being thrown tonight. Just like that, a lightbulb lit up in Billy’s head.

Hell yeah.

Getting drunk, dancing drunk, burying all his feelings in some college girl’s pussy and chugging vodka sounded heavenly. Anything to forget the feelings and thoughts he had that slowly but surely started coming back up to the surface about Y/N.

—

Pretending to have a good time when you’d rather be home asleep is exhausting. The day dragged on with your boyfriend taking you place after place, spending penny after penny on you in hopes to buy your love, your affection, and your time. You sighed and ran your fingers through your hair in distress as lover boy decided to take you to another party you weren’t too keen on attending. Drinking sucked and made you sick, your boyfriend hated when you got stoned, so that ruled out all the fun of these get togethers. You tried to protest but he was insistent on going, it was no use; he had to have everything he wanted, and damn anything or anyone that got in his way.

“I’m serious. Give me the keys. You’ve had your fun, now I can drive you back to yours and you get your car from mine in the morning, alright?” you tried to ask nicely twice already, but he either ignored or refused you. He was passed tipsy already, slurring as he called you names and kept whining about how you never want to have any fun. When you try to take the keys from his back pocket he shoved you away then poured the remainder of his beer in your face. Absolutely humiliated with all eyes on you, you grabbed the nearest full drink not giving a shit who it belonged to and did the same, drenching his face in whatever sticky contents were in the solo cup and gave him the finger, running upstairs. Knowing lover boy he probably won’t even remember what happened tonight, beg for forgiveness, try to buy you back to him. Not happening this time.

Finding the nearest empty room upstairs to cry by yourself then clean off the stench of beer from your face and your clothes, you weren’t quite expecting your ex from three and a half years ago to come stumbling out of the restroom, the toilet flushing behind him as he still struggled to zip himself. He had a cigarette dangling from his mouth too, looking about as “put together” as he did at the store. You laughed at the sight, classic Billy, and he snapped his head over to the sound and his cigarette nearly fell out of his mouth.

“You following me or something?” He asks, giving up on his belt and leaving it undone.

“Oh, actually I am. You caught me,” you replied, sarcasm blatant in your tone. You pulled the knobs to turn the sink on and cupped you’re hands to gather up a pool of water to wash your face that was still drenched in beer. Billy saw how disheveled you looked and wondered if it was because you were having a great time or a horrible time. Based on your attitude, he had to guess it wasn’t the ladder. “Is there anywhere you don’t smoke?” you ask, seeing as though he still smoked like a chimney even while taking a piss.

Billy chooses to ignore that, knowing you already had the answer to that question. Instead, he chooses to comment on your wet hair and beer stinking up your clothes. “Trouble in paradise?” He asks conversationally. You looked up at him and scoffed, giving him a glimpse of your ruined mascara now running down your cheeks.

“I’m not in paradise,” you answer vaguely, not wanting to bother him with the details. You just knew he wanted an I Told You So, but you were stubborn enough not give it to him.

“Sure seems like it,” he responds. You want to roll your eyes at the signature attitude he’s giving, but can’t help feeling odd by the fact that you two were alone in a room together and he still hadn’t put his belt on properly.

“You look like an idiot. Come here,” you beckon him with your finger and he doesn’t move a muscle, just staring at you with his sultry blue eyes. “Alright, have it your way. I’ll come to you, prick,” after taking four steps to meet him you yank his belt then strap it on the tightest hole possible, finishing up by lacing the strap through the belt loops. While pulling away, Billy meets your eyes and holds your stare, not even blinking before he snaps out of it and goes back to brat mode.

“Thanks, but I’m not a goddamn child anymore. And you stink like PBR.”

“Oooh, sick burn, dude. It was a Budlight, by the way. That all you have left in you?”

“No, I have more. You got time to hear ‘em?”

“Got all night.”

—

You and Billy stayed upstairs and got to catching up, also throwing immature insults like “you peaked at sixteen” and “at least I don’t smoke on the toilet.” When you both finally let up and started laughing at your past mistakes and not holding grudges because of them, that’s when the energy in the room took a turn and you now remember that this is the Billy you knew. The doofus in the supermarket that ran into the door. Now you both lay on the bed, the blonde boy propped up by the headboard still chainsmoking, and you on the other end of the bed with your feet in his lap. Billy’s heart sings with how much he missed this, missed talking and just fucking around with eachother. Not taking anything serious. It was one of the many favorite qualities he had about you.

“Shit, I can’t even believe you’re really here. Never thought I’d see you again,” he murmurs while looking down at you, playfully tickling your feet that were in front of him. You reacted by almost kicking him in the face with laughter, then demanded he knock it off to which he surrendered.

“Well, same goes for me I guess. I can’t believe you don’t even try buttoning your shirts,” you say as he laughs and hides his face in his hands, adorably self conscious. “It’s hot though, don’t get me wrong. I can forgive you for that,” you sit up and reach to tug on the collar of his red button up, before you suddenly remember how you got here in the first place. “Can you ever forgive me?”

Billy snaps his head up at the change in conversation, seeing as though you’re both getting to that point of the night. When you really start to talk about everything.

“Wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.”

You keep your eyes trained on him and scoot further up the bed right next to him before taking his cigarette from his mouth and giving it a drag yourself.

“Can you take me home?”

Billy turns his body towards yours and wraps one arm over your shoulder, as if protecting you. “I don’t know where you live anymore,” he rubs your back and let’s you lean your head in his exposed chest.

“That’s not what I’m talking about.” you whisper as he nods in understanding, taking his keys from his pocket and opening the bedroom door and opening it for you.

—

Billy drove you to his apartment and led you up to his room, which he kept much neater than he did back in the day. He even had a bookcase that was filled with the classics as well as a variety of horror novels. Posters of naked playboy women were removed and instead he now had his class schedule hung up along with metal bands and movie posters decorating the walls. His bed was unmade, but what made you laugh out loud was seeing three rolls of tissue that were crumbled up on his bedside table.

“What? I’m getting over a cold, you asshole.” He defended himself as he took off his shirt, not caring to tell you to leave as he changed. You had to double take when you saw the ink on his upper arm, where a cheesy old fashioned skull tattoo lay.

“You can’t be serious — this isn’t real. That cannot be real,” your eyes wide with disbelief and not asking for permission before trying to rub it off, expecting it to smudge.

“Nope. It’s totally real,” he goes on to tell you his experience going in and getting it on his eighteenth birthday after feeling extra rebellious. After his story was finished he realizes he forgot to ask if you’d even eaten dinner yet. “You hungry at all? Got these kickass frozen burritos, plenty to share,” he wiggles his eyebrows at you, and you agree that they sound fantastic right about now. Billy leads you back downstairs to the kitchen and plopping a couple of them on a plate and heating them up in the microwave.

“Billy, can I tell you something?”

“Uh, sure. If you wanna ruin our meal then go for it,” Billy answers, burning his fingers on the hot plate when he tries taking it out. The boy hissed and cursed, holding his sensitive hand as if it were a wounded animal. Still sitting at the kitchen table, you roll your eyes at his stupidity and impatience then grab the oven mittens from a drawer and grab the plate for you two.

“It’s hot,” you say obviously, stopping him from taking a bite of the sizzling meal.

“Yeah, thanks for the heads up.”

“I’m serious. We’ve been avoiding it all night, but I know I hurt you when I didn’t keep in touch like I said—“

“Y/N, stop.”

“No. You need to understand-“

“I said stop.” he snaps, quickly transitioning to defense mode, vastly uncomfortable with the change in subject. It was silent for too long, and Billy didn’t want to wait any longer for the food to cool, taking a bite and spilling beans down his shirt. “Goddammit,” he grumbled before you took the lead and grabbed a napkin to clean his tank top.

“You need a bib,” you advise.

“You’re not my fucking mom, alright! You ask me to to take you back here, make me feel like a child. You’re the child. You are! Go back to your snobby little boy toy, why don’t you? Christ.” he rubs his eyes after finishing his tangent, talking more under his breath about how “unbelievable” you are, and taking another sloppy bite from the burrito but nevertheless passing the plate to you and offering you some.

“I’m not hungry anymore, and I dumped my ‘boy toy’ right when he dumped his Budlight on me.” you quote Billy’s nickname for your new ex, then your stomach interrupts you by rumbling. He looks at you and then the plate knowingly. With a sigh, you grab the burrito and take a few nibbles before wiping your hands. Billy starts to stomp back up to his room before calling your name, pausing at the top of the stairs.

“I’m going to the gym tomorrow, Max is sleeping over at her friend El’s. You don’t have to stay.”

—

Billy doesn’t know what made him clam up so fast. Maybe it was how you still treated him like he was stupid, or that you wouldn’t drop it and bring up the breakup when he thought he was actually having a nice night. As soon as he enters his room he throws a pillow across the room and pouts before laying on his bed staring up at the ceiling. He surges for his back up pack of smokes and lights one up, the nicotine relieving him of his anxiety. Eventually he had to get up again to take a piss and when he exited the bathroom, there you were, waiting for him.

“Can’t get rid of me, William.”

“Who got rid of who last time, huh?” He blows smoke in your face with a smirk, happy about the cleverness of his comeback. “I already forgave you. Don’t bother.” He told you, strolling back to his room with his smoke trailing behind him.

“I’m sorry for referring to you as a family friend. Honestly, if he were to hear anything different he would’ve hurt me and then he would’ve killed you.” Billy stopped and turned around to where you stand, seeing your eyes brimmed with tears as you held your chest, trying your hardest not to fall apart.

Tugging on his heart strings since he was sixteen, Billy can’t help but give in.

“Come here.”

You fall into his warm embrace, with “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry” I’m repeat and he shushes you while petting your hair, holding you tight.

“Y/N, baby, don’t cry. Please don’t cry,” he pleads, not standing it when you’re sad and especially when he was the cause of it.

“I left you and I didn’t talk to you ever again because I’m replaceable. You could’ve found any other girl or... or anybody to keep you company the rest of high school. But you spent it moping about losing me like the fucking idiot you are!” you laugh out loud, and it wasn’t humorous. Billy leads you in his room and ashes his cigarette without taking his hands off you.

“Listen. No, listen to me. Shut the fuck up. I didn’t mope about just any girl, and I don’t ever cry and bitch about her leaving me unless she meant the fucking world to me,” he takes your head in his hands, wanting to make you understand.

“I still love you. Even if you smoke on the toilet and do all the other weird shit you do,” you smile as you sniffle, embaressed about getting his shirt wet. Billy assured you that it didn’t matter then pulls you close to his lips.

“And I love you, even if you still reek like PBR.”

“It was a Budlight that was thrown at me, actually.”

“Shut up.”

And now Billy can say he’s never been more grateful he went to the supermarket for his favorite frozen burritos that morning.

—

sorry this sooo long but the idea was just too cute for it to be a small basic one shot!!

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove x reader #stranger things #stranger things imagine #billy hargrove imagine

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Don’t Let It Break Your Heart

summary; you break up w/ him & one day you get to.. catch up?

word count; 3 483

disclaimers; the group is only famous in their hometown.

warnings; :)

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You glared at John in silence.

He was reading the newspaper while breathing in the thick grassy aroma of the tea.

Having swallowed the last sip, he put the cup down.

Rain hitting the window pane, you felt a chill settle along your spine. Unrelated to the coldness resulting from the winter temperatures, the reason of your fragility had nothing to do with the atmosphere of the room. Truth is you had to turn on the radiators to somehow keep the flat warm in that aspect.

“Do you have a cig with you?” you asked, slouched in your chair.

John looked up to you as if he had momentarily forgotten you were there, shook his head and concentrated the attention back to the headlines.

He was ploughing through the Vietnam War updates.

As he learned about the ongoing consequences and impact the conflict had on society and politics, his expressions changed dramatically. Truly questioning himself if faith on humanity was worth keeping, John didn’t acknowledge until then how moments ago you dropped your head down on your chest.

The sandwich you so lazily prepared was still on your plate, untouched.

His eyebrows snapped together.

“Aren’t you hungry?”

You picked your head up after noticing he was talking to you.

“No, I’m fine”

“You’ve lost weight” he added.

“I have”

“You’re too thin”

Whether it was your bottom lip’s subtle tremor or the moistness in your eyes, John figured he had touched a nerve.

His mind travelled years behind to the start of your relationship. To how your figure was a strong impediment for you to get intimate with him, at least in the beginning. Then he helped you understand you are perfect the way you are, no matter what absurd prototypes you think you have to fit in. He refused to stop insisting until you had it seared in your soul that you are the most resplendent angel in his eyes.

“These measurements are ridiculous. Who the fuck is saying you have to respond to such ignorant standards? A magazine for brats who want to become the next Miss Stick across the globe? For fuck’s sake, look at that one. One gust of wind and she’s gone to fucking Jupiter”

John wasn’t angry, but he looked like he was. It bugged him that you wouldn’t realise how freaking hot you were.

“I’m not trying to look like them, I just want to start watching what I eat,” you said with your face covered in red, embarrassed that you were caught prying into that section.

John stared at you. “I’ll support you if that’s what you want, whatever. But modifying your shape ‘cause these nits” he picked the magazine up to allude to the assholes that wrote the article, “are convinced it’s the only way you’re allowed to feel beautiful oughtn't to be an incentive”

Reminiscing on the memory you managed a smile. It was a weak smile, but you glanced down with it lingering on your lips as you rewound the scene in your head one more time.

When you finally looked up into his face, yours was like a bullet through his heart.

The grin had disappeared and you seemed distant and sick. John felt a severe prickle of agony.

“Do you want me to drive you to the doctor’s?”

A film of culpability adhered to your skin was giving you a headache.

Husky with emotion, your voice cracked when you attempted to speak. Fear spewed into your throat as you thought of ways to approach the topic for it to be as painless as possible.

“We need to talk”

“About?”

In front of you was the man that instilled in you so many good values. Among them unconditional true love. And that’s what you wanted him to remember, despite your final decision. He’d have you forever and always until the day you died.

“About us”

John swallowed.

He didn’t read many novels nor obsessed over romantic plots in films, but he wasn’t an idiot. If someone wants to talk about their relationship, especially in the state you were in, it’s no good.

Impatience was rising in him.

“You see, lately I haven’t… I… Hold on, I don’t know how to…” you stuttered when you saw him stroking his chin using the back of his fingers, expectant.

You swept your hair behind your ears, a habit you had which helped you collect yourself.

In a beat, not after a long exhale, words began tumbling out your mouth. Along with every syllable you sensed the beat of your heart accelerating.

“John, you… you’re my best friend. I wouldn’t change for anything in the world what we created, what we have. I’m so grateful I found you. You’re special and unique, and everything we lived together has proven how much we care and love each other. I… What I’m trying to say…”

Pressing the back of your hand against your nose, you lowered your head and shut your eyes. He could perfectly see you shaking.

Commotion sharpened his voice.

“Are you dumping me?”

Too choked to utter a sound, lost as to what else to add next, you kept quiet.

John scrambled to his feet, silent tears stinging his eyes. He turned his back on you as plenty of feelings were rattling in the most obscure depths of his mind intoxicatingly fast. He could feel your gaze on him as he crossed the length of the chamber to put distance between you two.

For a brief second you thought he was going to walk through into the entrance area and leave.

Stunned, John rounded on you with lips tightened into a straight line.

“I’m impressed, honestly. I never would have guessed someone could throw away that easily so many years—”

“Don’t go down that path” you cut him off, raising a hand as a warning.

John looked you over judgmentally.

“What do you expect from me?”

“Stop, please. You’re making it more difficult”

He sighed sharply.

“You met someone”

“What? N-no!”

“What the fuck is it then?! I thought we were happy!” he yelled, strolling closer towards you, trying not to let rage consume him even more.

“Shut up for a moment and I’ll explain myself!”

He chewed the inside of his cheek and grabbed roughly with one hand the stool where he’d been seating earlier. Placing it before you he then slumped in it, hands folded in his lap. He was the type to lose it rather quickly, his temper taking the best of him. But although it was nothing new to you, his manners were getting under your skin.

This was his way to cope with things. He got angry first and cried after.

“Pay attention to what I’m going to say. I love you very much, I do. And I don’t regret one single decision I’ve ever made because they led me to you. But this can happen, and it’s not something I have control over. I tried to stop it because you’re the love of my life and I’d never want to intentionally hurt you” you remarked.

John listened as the tears built up.

It took every ounce of the strength he had to not let them roll. The unbearable feeling of his heart crashing deep was freaking him out.

You tried to keep your spirit light to facilitate the situation even though you were hurting too.

“You’re a wonderful human being. You inspire me and you mean a lot me”

John clenched his jaw.

“Say you’re leaving me already” he interrupted, a hard expression printed on his features.

“John…” you sighed and buried your face in your hands, annoyed by the inappropriate silliness emerging from him.

“No, like,” he continued, scratching his eyebrow, mockery full mode in his tone, “it’s funny that you’re breaking up with me but have to mention how fantastic I am. Identical to when someone dies, suddenly they’re the shit. It’s so fucking unnecessary”

“You’re a dick” you condemned.

“Am I a wonderful human being or a dick? Sorry, it’s confusing” he pressed, following you around when you jumped out of the chair and moved to the hallway.

You weren’t in for adding fuel to the conversation that turned into a fight because of him.

“Don’t stop talking, (Y/N). I want to hear everything”

Exhaustion and sadness spiking on you you met his intense gaze.

“I don’t have a magic wand to shake and make things go back to how they were” you murmured, holding back the desire to cry your heart out. “John, I fell out of love”

As if he turned deaf abruptly, your sobs didn’t reach his ears.

John walked to the closest wall, bent forward and rested his forehead against it, right arm above his head to, in a sense, create a roof to be under. Like that would make him disappear from your sight.

You heard him curse.

You brought your hands up and put them together close to your mouth. Swallowing the need to release and burst into tears, you eventually saw what you’d been so frightened to witness, which was John falling apart before your very presence.

“I’m so sorry”, you whimpered. “It must’ve been the monotony. Or that I know you too well. Like I said I still love you, but I don’t feel the same anymore”

John wasn’t fully there yet. But one specific word brought him back.

“What ‘monotony’ are you talking about?” he turned his head at you.

A daunting shudder shot through your body when his eyes bored into yours.

“Well… You’re always out with the boys composing and rehearsing. I’m not entirely complaining because I know you’re a hard worker, but I do feel lonely”

You moved to Liverpool to support him in his dream of becoming a successful and famous musician.

John straightened and narrowed his eyes at you.

“Are you serious?” he asked, stupefaction flooding his veins.

“What?” you frowned.

“Just so we’re clear, you’re putting the blame on me for being locked up in this flat and not stepping one foot outside. Is that it? Is this what this is all about?”

Did you hear right?

“It’s not my fault you haven’t gotten a job or met new people to kill the time”

“Hang on, are you listening to yourself? My home is in Bristol, I came here after you begged me to move because you needed me by your side. You dare to say that when the main reason I’m in Liverpool is ‘cause of you? Mimi warned me you were a tough cookie, but a cretin? I didn’t see that coming, mate”

John opened his mouth to apologize but you resumed your speech.

“Instead of taking your fury on me you should dwell on what caused me to stop staying awake until you came through the door at dawn or kissing you when you laid your head down next to mine on the pillow” you argued, salty tears streaming down your cheeks.

Sentence after the other, heartbroken by his ineptness to keep the composure like an adult without having to attack you, you stepped away and clutched the doorknob of the bedroom door.

“Doesn’t it ring a bell that up to now you haven’t been able to get a glimpse that something was wrong? Have you been in the relationship with me, John? Or you left me alone in it?”

This was his way to cope with things.

He got angry first and cried after.

//

On tiptoes in order to reach the cereal box you wanted you went over the other things you needed to buy, mentally checking the list. The shopping cart wasn’t at its capacity limit but it weighed badly. Your fingers were sore so you put it down for an instant.

An unexpected harmless push from behind almost made you knock the shelf down.

Luckily one foreign hand reached out to grab your arm and pull you back before you fell.

“Damn it”

You glanced down at the shopping cart to see if the eggs cracked, given that you tripped and hit it. They didn’t.

The hand that saved you from falling deepened the grip after hearing your voice.

You looked back and nearly fainted.

“Oh my God,” you breathed.

“Long time no see, eh?” John smirked.

Your heart lifted.

Face alive with one large enigmatic grin, John hugged you and then drew back.

Nerves tingling and blood pounding in your ears, you brought your hand to your chest. You didn’t remember the last time you did lines. This wasn’t a side effect of being high or hopped up on drugs for fun like in the early days. He definitely wasn’t an illusion.

In a quavering tone, you said the first thing that occurred.

“What are you doing in London?”

“Paul’s getting married” he explained.

His look of authentic joy just wouldn’t dissipate.

“You look good” he claimed.

Cheeks flushing in joviality, you lowered your head. Loud silence filled the air. A tender half-smile hovered on John’s lips nevertheless.

“You live here now?”

“Yes. I…” a blush crawled up to your face after realising how slow you were acting. “Forgive me, I’m a little bit—”

“Shocked? I get it, dear. When I first saw you I froze. You know how I am. I couldn’t come up to you, pat you on the shoulder and say ‘hi’. I had to fake crashing into you”

You smiled shyly. Tilting your head up, you gave yourself a moment to just take him in.

Eight years passed. There wasn’t any drastic physical change to the eye when it came to you, meanwhile he’d grown his hair a few more inches and overall naturally looked more mature. At the time you were sure you were going to spend your entire life with him, therefore that you would get to see his growth as you aged together. Considering it’s not the case, you were more than grateful that the universe decided to send him your way, even if it was briefly.

Your pulse amusingly escalated.

“I do live here now, yes. I like it. You know I’ve always been an uptown girl” you said, returning to the point where you left it.

“Since when? I thought you went back to Bristol”

John watched you bite your lower lip.

“Mummy! Mum? Mum, you promised we’d get ice cream”

He dropped his gaze to a kid who’d turned the corner and began clinging to your coat. Bewilderment saturated in John’s face, you felt your heart racing relentlessly in agitation. Rubbing your hands on your thighs to remove the sweat, you placed one on your son’s head and smiled warmly down at him. You took the tub from him and stuffed it into the cart. Getting in one knee, you held his hands and locked eyes.

“I’m going to introduce you to a very important person. I need you to be polite, okay?”

“Alright,” he nodded in agreement, clearly unaware of how much of a deal this was to you.

You rose and turned to John. He’d been contemplating quietly.

“Stu, this is John. John… this is Stuart” due to the meaning of it all taking a toll on you, you started to weep. Although you hurried to wipe the tears away so your son wouldn’t get upset.

“Hello,” Stu said, cocking his head to the side. Not caring too much, really.

John wanted to ask, but he didn’t. He had the answer already by staring into your wet eyes.

Images of the five of you, because Astrid and George joined the gang soon after, in Stuart’s attic hanging out whilst he snapped photographs and asked for everyone to pose for a quick drawing filled his mind, projecting every laugh and every smile that took place within those walls.

Stuart Sutcliffe had been your best friend, who happened to be John’s best friend as well.

As much as John wanted to curl up into a ball and cry for the rest of the day he held it together: the fact that you named your son after him squeezed his heart tightly. He couldn’t help but smirk through a sniff eyeing Stu, noticing how he had inherited your eyes and their soft but ardent effect on people.

“Honored to meet you, little man” he held out his hand to shake Stu’s.

When Stu grabbed John’s hand, John pulled a face and exclaimed ‘ouch!’.

“My goodness, you’re so strong!”

Your boy’s mouth curved into a timid petite smile. He looked down at his hand as if checking whether it grew bigger muscles and he didn’t know. Then, he hid his face from John and stood behind you, wrapping your leg with his short arms.

You were still getting rid of any proof on your face that you’d been crying. John pretended to not take notice that he saw and focused on Stu only.

Carrying most of the talking, John learned that Stu had great interest in nature which he shared with friends from preschool. He was fascinated by how much he reminded him of you. He was your son, of course, but something about the way he expressed himself and moved was mesmerising. John instantly grew an overprotective feeling towards him.

“Uh, John?” you intruded, voice caught in your throat, small and emotional. John met your eyes. “We have to go. I still have to cook dinner and—”

“But mum!” Stu complained. He didn’t want the conversation with John to end just yet.

“Sorry, babes. It’s late and daddy’s waiting. Remember you promised him you’d tidy up your room?”

Stu sighed.

You found John’s eyes again but you closed your mouth after having opened it. The twinkle in his eyes had changed.

He didn’t know why it affected him that much hearing about the existence of another man in your life, he should have had seen it coming. Like, Stuart wasn’t there only because of you exclusively. It just didn’t happen to click until you mentioned him. He blinked a few times and touched the nape of his neck. This just confirmed that he would never have one more opportunity to make you happy. The opportunity he so much fantasized about.

By the way John was avoiding eye contact, you connected the dots and realised what he was thinking.

“I’m sorry” he uttered.

Your heart broke.

“I didn’t take care of you how you deserved”

“John, don’t. I forgave you a long time ago”

“Still,” he said, dropping his hand and inching forward to ruffle Stu’s hair. “You needed to hear that I know where I failed”

You didn’t want to cry again. You patted your son’s back.

“C’mon, can you get the shopping cart for me?”

“Of course he can,” John said and rolled his eyes, making Stu giggle against the one finger he was holding up to his mouth. “He broke my fingers, he could carry all the carts in the store with just an eyelash if he wanted to. Am I right, Stuart?”

“You are!”

“Oh, alright. Wait for me at the queue, love”

Stu waved goodbye to John and did as told.

“He’s so you it’s ridiculous” John commented, following him with his eyes, making sure nothing happened to him.

You embraced John in your arms without saying a word. He didn’t expect it to be as desperate and urgent and that’s why he didn’t move for a moment, registering the love your touch transmitted. He saw Stu staring at you two from afar and it made him recall when he kissed you for the first time, Stuart also peeking in and grinning at both.

He attracted you to him and whispered close to your skin that he’d missed you. You did the same.

You withdrew then and smiled wholeheartedly.

“Extend my congratulations to Paul”

“This is the last time I’m seeing you?”

You shook your head and laughed because you spoke at the same time.

“It isn’t. I really want Cornai to meet you”

“Mum! I’m next!” Stu shouted, stressed that you weren’t there to pay.

“I’m coming!” you pulled out your purse a pen and a piece of paper and wrote your address as smooth as you could so he could read it easily. “There, drop by whenever you want. You’re always welcomed. Take care, John. Please, aye?”

He nodded and bowed his head to kiss your cheek.

“See ya” you exclaimed, and jogged to be next to Stuart.

John smiled to himself, storing into his pocket the note.

Waiting for Stu to buckle up, you pressed your hand to your cheek where John’d kissed you.

You appreciated John a lot and it was true that he’d been your first love but you’d been wrong about one thing. The real love of your life was seating in the back seat, slowly dozing off.

Before starting the car, you thanked the universe again for running out of eggs.

#john lennon #john lennon angst #john lennon x reader #paul mccartney #george harrison #ringo starr #the beatles #john lennon imagine #john lennon fanfic #john lennon fanfiction #stuart sutcliffe #tayloredstarr

[stellar-imagines]

HEADCANONS REQUEST: ❝thank you, dad.❞

[ Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia ] [ Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki, Todoroki Shouto ]

「Headcanons of Midoriya, Bakugou and Todoroki with a daughter who's really brave, cute, adventurous and really kind but someday they come crying because she couldn't climb a toy in playground. 」

MIDORIYA IZUKU

♤ "Izuku, I'm going to go just for a short while so when [Daughter's Name] comes back home, you can feed her some of the cookies I made but not too much!" you had told him before leaving for the supermarket to buy some ingredients for dinner.

♤ It was one of the rare days where he gets to enjoy staying at home. Hero work was always tough but lucky for him, he was rewarded with day-offs from time to time. He was still a bit exhausted from the mission yesterday, staying home and resting the whole day sure helped him. Midoriya barely had any time to have fun with his family and he was rarely there for his own daughter. But he always made sure to come home for dinner and after dinner, he would play with his daughter, help her with whatever she needed and tell stories. On other days, it was her who told the stories.

♤ Despite being so busy with work, it wasn't like he was disconnected from his family. He always made sure to be updated with everything. His own daughter had gotten the habit of rambling from him so there was no way he knew nothing going on with his own child's life. Midoriya was grateful that she was never hesitant on sharing things that happened in her school. In fact, she always seemed to be having fun when it came to talking about her day. She actively talked about how she crossed a stream on her own, went for a small hike with her friends or something along those lines.

♤ But on this very day, she came home with a small bandage on her knee and a pout on her face. It was a familiar look that he recognized. She must've been upset over something or at someone at school. Right after announcing she was home and taking off her shoes, she instantly rushed into her father's arms who greeted her in the hallway. His heart broke when [Daughter's Name] began crying.

♤ Midoriya picked her up with ease and patted her back soothingly, carrying her over to the couch and telling her that everything was okay. Once she calmed down—even though she was still sniffling—he finally asked what was wrong with her.

♤ "Th-There was a new obstacle thing in the playground, a-and everyone could get over it b-but me......Everyone made fun of me." she was wiping her tears away as she spoke. He smiled softly at her, patting her head. Midoriya began to talk a bit about his own childhood, saying that he had things that he could and couldn't do and how one should not give up. It made [Daughter's Name] a bit happier to hear that and motivated her to try again.

♤ She brings him to the park right after that small speech he did. Although he wanted to tell her was it necessary to go right now?

♤ She stumbled a lot of times and he was always there to save her. This guy here is so worried and just wants Midoriya gives lots of advice and held her hand as she went through the scariest parts. He's so proud that he almost cries as he picks up the bundle of sunshine. 

♤ "I knew you could do it!" he was smiling so wide that it almost hurt.

"It was because of daddy! One day, I want to grow strong like you and help other people!"

♤ Oh my god, his daughter is so cute that he can't.

BAKUGOU KATSUKI

☆ Oh, this guy here. Is very, very weak. His weakness is his own family. He complains whenever you ask for help or tell him to do something but he gets it done anyway. For his own daughter, he will do it in a heartbeat without complaining. If either of you is in a bad mood, he's gonna comfort the shit out of you two, no questions asked. He would even beat someone up if anyone messed with either of you. Bakugou is just weak for the two of you, okay?

☆ Although he mentions how he prioritizes his work, it's actually half true. The main reason he keeps on saying that is because he has a mindset. If he focuses on his work, he's keeping the city safe which means keeping the two of you safe from danger. He actually likes working, despite coming home at random times. Sometimes he comes home just in time for dinner, at other times he would arrive just before his own daughter goes to sleep. Maybe it was because his work was something that you and your daughter could be proud off that he always worked his ass off—aside wanting to become the number one hero. 

☆ One of the rare occasion he gets to rest at home for an entire day. That happened to be today. He was feeling a bit too lazy to go to the gym and decided to do his workout at home.

☆ "Just gonna meet up with Tooru-chan for a while and I promise to be back by dinner! [Daughter's Name] will be back soon so―" you were trying to tell him everything but he kissed you in the lips and stopped you from talking.

"Just shut up and go do what you need to do. I'll be here for the brat."

☆ As much as he wanted to tease you for being so damn easy to tease, you were already out of the doors, cheeks bright red. Bakugou huffed proudly before heading back to the couch. It wasn't long till his fighter came back home, just a few minutes after you had left.

☆ Usually [Daughter's Name] came home lively but today she was quiet. Bakugou, being the observant person he is, immediately sat her on the couch and brought her the drink she loved so much. He rose a brow when she only took one sip and put the cup back down on her lap. Just as he was about to ask her what was wrong, hot, angry tears began streaming down her face.

☆ "There's this stupid thing in the park and everyone could do it but me! They're making fun of me for it! They call me stupid and a scaredy-cat!" she sobbed, rubbing her tears away.

"No one calls my baby that. We're going to that stupid park and you're gonna beat this stupid obstacle to boast!" 

☆ He has his way of encouraging people, he tends to be the one at the sidelines making sure they don't give up instead of helping and meddling with whatever. That's because he wants his girl to be the one to feel the accomplishment of overcoming the obstacle on her own. But he's super proud when his kid finally made it with his support and presence.

☆ "I did it! Dad, I got over the thing!"

"That's my fucking girl."

☆ "Ah! You said a bad word!"

"Tch, keep it a secret from mom okay?" he ruffled the girl's hair who giggled in response and asked for ice cream to buy her silence. Bakugou sighed, looking as if it was a bother. But in reality, he knew that she deserved it.

TODOROKI SHOUTO

♡ Todoroki may not look like it but he really dotes on your daughter. It was as if he had swallowed a whole manual on how to deal with kids. You assumed that he wanted his own child to experience what he couldn't by being there for her whenever he can. His work was busy but he always made time for his family on his free days. His day-offs would be spent together with you and [Daughter's Name]. Sometimes at home or out for a trip to the beach, etc.

♡ "Shouto, [Daughter's Name] will be back soon and I have to go to the grocery store to make some soba for dinner. Can you please stay in and wait for her?" you asked your husband who was sitting on the couch reading the Hero magazine. You smiled and pecked his forehead gently. It was nice to see your husband relaxing for once.

"Mhm, will you be long?" he mumbled.

♡ "Perhaps so, I need to use the office to fix your Hero outfit remember?" you smiled as he cupped your cheek and pressed his lips against yours. Todoroki took a moment to admire your features before letting you go. With a small smile, you ran your hand through his hair and said goodbye while he told you to be careful and pay attention to the road.

♡ Todoroki had fallen asleep shortly after you left. Hero work always made him exhausted and his muscles. He was grateful to the Gods who blessed you with such magical hands that eased the tension in his muscles. The couch had never felt so comfortable until he fell asleep on it. When he heard the front door open along with the voice of his daughter, he picked himself up from the ever-so-comfortable couch. His daughter sat on the porch, angrily putting her shoes aside and immediately ran towards him.

♡ He would've fallen from the force if it weren't for his fast reflexes. The young girl continued sobbing, wetting his pants in the process. Todoroki frowned and picked her up, patting her back as he brought her bags into her bedroom. Once settled on [Daughter Name]'s bed, the hero asked his daughter why she was crying.

♡ She's normally all smiles and laughter, coming home like a big ball of energy like she didn't even go to school at all. She's the adventurous, brave one which he assumed was inherited from you. In addition, she was also kind, thoughtful and cute. So what made her come home in tears?

♡ "T-The new toy in the playground," she sniffled as Todoroki wiped her nose gently with a tissue before letting her continue. "I couldn't climb it." she mumbled. He felt relieved, knowing that nothing serious had happened to her. But even so, he couldn't help but want to help her overcome this situation. He was never the expressive type, his face always stayed stoic most times. However, he abruptly stood up which surprised his daughter who gazed up at him, eyes finally clear from all those tears.

♡ Todoroki brought her back to the park and urged her to try again, telling her that she will never overcome it if she decides to stop. He holds her hand the entire time to make sure she knows that he's there to catch her when she falls. When she manages to overcome it with his help, he was overjoyed at how happy his daughter was.

♡ Eventually, she practiced it over and over until she no longer needed his assistance. Todoroki watched with pride as [Daughter's Name] got through all the obstacles and come out unscathed. She comes running to her dad with a bright smile. Todoroki found himself smiling when the young girl wrapped her arms around his torso and looked up at him with a familiar look. It was the same look that kids gave him during patrols. Admiration.

♡ "Papa is amazing! I wanna be like papa someday!"

♡ Oof, a punch straight to the heart. He couldn't contain his excitement as he carried her home where you were waiting with welcoming arms and a well-prepared dinner.

Total: 1902 words Published: 24.08.2019

Headcanons are pretty rare nowadays...... And we may have gotten a bit carried away with this request? As usual, hehe~but we hope that you enjoyed this, anon!― author Hibiki/Lou

Since Lou’s keyboard isn’t working that well, she’s been using her phone instead of her laptop to write these requests. Talk about dedicated. Thanks for giving us such an interesting request, anon. Do come by and drop another request if you have new ideas! ― author Natsuki

Please do not mind the grammar mistakes and typos.

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[metamorphicrocky]

Warm Cookies for a Tough Day

SPOILERS FOR EP 10 Y’ALL

I am literally....so happy. oh my god. we were so blessed. I’d like to thank Olan for blessing us with this sweet, sweet content

now please enjoy this fluffy mess about Gary trying to cheer his son up after adopting him

Gary walks back onto the Crimson Light, Little Cato attached to his hip. Emotions inside him are swirling around rapidly, and he isn't really sure what he's feeling right now except relieved. Relieved that Little Cato was willing to let him be his dad and come back with them.

Gary can tell that the kid is probably conflicted about everything, too. He keeps on wavering between absolutely elated to worried, and Gary knows that the kid is waiting to be reprimanded. Which is his job now, sorta. Well, it's not like he's getting paid to care for the kid, and it would be messed up if he was but—

Okay, that's not what he needs to be thinking about right now. Little Cato. His official son.

Who is slowly trying to sneak away from Gary to who knows where on the ship to probably stew in his feelings. Gary is not going to let that happen, he's prepared for parenthood now.

"Little Cato, where do you think you're going?" Gary asks, crossing his arms in a way that he hopes makes him look more serious.

The kid stops dead in his tracks and turns around. "My room?"

Gary nods. "Well, your room is the opposite direction of where you're heading right now."

Little Cato's ears flop over in defeat, and the kid walks back over to Gary with a sigh. There's clearly guilt still swirling around in the kid, but Gary doesn't think directly talking to him about it right now would be a good idea. The kid is still way too flighty, plus Gary does not want to have to run after him again.

"You wanna do something fun?"

Little Cato glances up at Gary. "Like what?" he says.

Shit, Gary didn't think that far ahead. Think think think, what do dads do?

"How about we bake some cookies?" he says out of nowhere. Little Cato perks up at that, so Gary runs with it and quickly grabs the boy's shoulders to steer him to the kitchen. "Okay, we're baking cookies now."

They arrive at the kitchen, and Gary immediately starts pulling things down from the shelves that he knows for sure goes in cookies. He doesn't know where anything is, but he finds it all surprisingly quickly. Little Cato has just been sitting on the counter, watching Gary move about with intense purpose.

"Is chocolate chip good?"

Little Cato nods. "You actually know how to bake?"

He laughs. "Sorta. I haven't done it in years, but I probably still remember? Wanna find a recipe for me?"

Gary tosses his phone into the kid's waiting hands, and he double checks to make sure he has everything as the boy finds a recipe.

"Does this one look good?" Little Cato asks, showing it to Gary.

Gary skims it over and nods. "Yep, that should be good. You wanna get started with measuring everything out?"

He nods and starts with the flour as Gary takes off his jacket, only for Gary to turn around to see Little Cato about to pour in a massive cup full of flour.

"Woah woah woah, nope, that is way too much," Gary says frantically as he grabs Little Cato's wrist, pulling it towards them and away from the bowl. He takes the cup from him and grabs a knife. "Here, what you've gotta do is take the flat end of the knife to level it off to make it exact. You try."

Gary hands it back to the boy with the knife, watching as Little Cato cleanly swipes all of the excess flour back into its container.

"Ooohhh," Little Cato says, smiling slightly. "That makes more sense. How are you so good at this?"

Gary cracks an egg. "My dad and I used to do this. The first time was a trainwreck. I can't even remember why I was upset, but cookies always calmed me down for some reason. We didn't have any, so my dad tried to make some."

"Were they good?" Little Cato asks.

Gary laughs heartily, remembering the bland yet bitter taste of the cookies and the soggy, sad shape they came out to be. "They were the worst cookies I've ever had, but it was so much fun. Then it just became a thing we did, whenever one of us was upset."

Gary can clearly remember his dad coming home from work one day, miserable beyond belief. He just fell into the couch and covered his face with his hands. Gary had to have been about six at the time, but he just ran into the kitchen, grabbed an apron, and launched it at his dad's face while screaming, "Stop being sad!" It's his favorite cookie memory. They had a flour fight in the middle of it, and it was when they finally perfected the recipe.

Little Cato laughs, finishing up with his portion of the measuring. "Your dad sounds cool."

"The coolest." Gary smiles sadly, but he quickly covers it up with excitement. "Well, time to mix it all up! Would you care to do the honors?"

"Why, I would be honored, my good sir," Little Cato says, trying not to laugh.

And so, Little Cato ceremoniously lifts up the mixing spoon, and then begins beating the hell out of the cookie dough.

Gary bursts out laughing at the intensity of it all, the seriousness on Little Cato's face as he stirs the dough way too hard, and it almost pains Gary to have to stop the boy from ruining the cookies. He slowly pulls Little Cato's arms out of the bowl, laughing the whole time.

"What?" Little Cato says, a lopsided grin on his face as his confusion over Gary's laughter grows.

"You–you gotta be way more gentle when stirring that dough or you'll ruin it, buddy." Gary tries to calm down from his laughing fit as he wraps his hands around Little Cato's, stirring the contents of the bowl much slower than the kid had been doing previously. "Just like this, okay?"

"Ohhh, got it."

Little Cato takes over the stirring now that he knows how to do it properly, and Gary moves his hands to rest on his shoulders. Something about this moment, simply watching the young Ventrexian stir cookie dough with his tongue sticking out, feels right. It's so domestic, and Gary never thought that this would be something he would have in his life.

Little Cato finishes up, and together they lay out cookies on the pans.

"Can we make a super big one?" Little Cato asks, already forming the giant ball needed for it.

Gary couldn't possibly say no to that request, so he nods and watches fondly as the kid slaps a giant ball of dough onto the pan. "Want that one to go in the first baking batch?"

The kid nods excitedly, quickly shoving the giant cookie into the oven with a couple pans with normal-sized cookies, and then the task is done. Now all they can do is wait.

Little Cato and Gary both hop up to sit on the table that isn't covered in the remnants of a baking warzone, and Gary just watches Little's Cato's feet swing back and forth as he stares intensely at the cookies baking. Gary knows how much fun the kid is having, and he's having an amazing time, too, but he knows that they need to talk about a few things.

"Hey, Spidercat?" The kid turns immediately, a genuine smile on his face for one of the first times in a long while. "We gotta talk about some things, buddy."

The Ventrexian immediately deflates, his smile falling as he drops his head down to stare at his lap. Geez, Gary does not want to do this, but he has to for the kid's sake.

"I'm not happy that you ran away. At all. You never should've done that," Gary says sternly.

Little Cato's head only sinks further down into his chest, curling up into himself. "I know."

"Do you really know that? Because if you did, you wouldn't have run away. And you joined a group of bounty hunters? That was the first thing you decided to do? You could have gotten killed!"

Gary knows he's yelling slightly, but the more he thinks about it, the more angry he feels.

"How do you think I would have felt if I had woken up just to go looking for you only to find you hurt or worse?" Gary's voice cracks, but he keeps on going. "Don't you ever think of scaring me like that again, okay?"

Gary watches as a few tears slide off of the boy's cheeks. "I'm sorry," he whispers. "I didn't wanna make you mad."

"Well, I am mad. I mean, not really mad. Okay I am mad, but I'm more just–upset," Gary says, stumbling on his words. "I need you to start coming to me when you have a problem, not run away from everything. I'm here for you, kiddo. Always will be."

"But what if—?"

"Nope, nuh-uh. Come to me. For everything. Especially when you're feeling down. I've messed up, but I'm not gonna let you down anymore," Gary promises. "I'm all in, and I should have been before. You're my kid, so I'd like to know if my boy needs help with something."

Little Cato finally looks up at Gary, tears welling up in his eyes, and he launches himself at Gary. The kid clings onto his shirt, and Gary immediately wraps his arms around his son, holding him close and comforting him.

"I've got you, buddy. I've got you," he soothes, "I always will."

"I promise not to run away again," Little Cato cries, muffled by Gary's chest.

Gary presses a quick kiss to the top of the boy's head. "I know you won't."

The kid takes a few more moments to calm himself, then he pulls away from Gary to wipe away his tears. They continue to hold each other in a loose hug, and Little Cato tilts his head upwards and smiles at Gary. And damn does his heart melt.

"You know, in hindsight, I probably shouldn't have made you cookies after you ran away. Not exactly a punishment, is it," Gary says.

"It's too late, you're not taking that cookie away from me," Little Cato threatens, a wide smile on his face. "Can we do this again?"

"Oh, definitely! This could be a little family tradition of ours, if you want. My dad would have loved you," the blond says, ruffling his kid's hair.

"You think so?"

"How could he not when he has the coolest grandson in the universe?" Gary brags, a fond look in his eyes.

"Thanks, Dad," Little Cato laughs, bright and warm. "Oh my god, are you crying?"

Gary immediately tries to wipe away the tears and cover it up, saying, "No, no, I've just got flour in my eyes!"

Little Cato hugs him again, smiling knowingly as Gary tries and fails to not cry over how he literally has the best kid ever.

"Are the cookies almost done? Because I'm hungryyyy," the kid whines, wiggling around impatiently.

"Hi hungry, I'm dad."

Little Cato snorts, laughing so hard that he falls over onto the table, clutching onto his stomach. Gary can't help but lose it over how hard the kid is laughing, and he quickly dissolves into a pile of laughter with his son.

"Oh my god, that was so lame!" Little Cato wheezes, still giggling hysterically.

"I'm legally allowed to say dad jokes now, and they are not lame! They are very cool! You kids just don't know good comedy," Gary jokes, smiling even more as Little Cato laughs and laughs.

Gary leaves the kid to reclaim his sanity as he takes the cookies out of the oven to put the next few batches in, putting on a couple of songs while he's at it. He hasn't baked since before his dad died because it just reminded him of how much he missed him, but doing this with Little Cato? Best idea he's ever had, well, behind adopting the kid.

As Gary stands back for a moment to watch Little Cato move along to Dancing Queen, chocolate covering his face and hands because that kid did not hold back on putting those chips in that monster cookie, he can't help it when his heart just feels complete with his boy in his life.

#I warned y'all that this would be fluff #MY HEART IS JUST SO FULL FROM HAPPINESS UGH #final space #final space season 2 #final space spoilers #fs spoilers #the lost spy #gary goodspeed #little cato #john goodspeed #dadspeed #fs fics

[ragewerthers]

See Me

Summary: It was perhaps the worst day in Ignis's little life. It seemed like everything was going wrong. Why couldn't anyone just see him and notice how upset he was? See him and try to help?

Why couldn't someone just see him?

A/n: This is the second prompt I just couldn't turn down for my friend @bgn846​ for our f3s!!!

The prompt was little Ignis meeting Cor or Clarus for the first time and what the meeting would be like! My brain ran away with a bit more whump then I thought, but I still hope it's an enjoyable read!

You can also read on AO3 at: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21679642

Enjoy! :D

Word Count: 3025

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Today had to be one of the worst days of six year old Ignis’s life.

So many things had gone wrong in such a short span of time.

Why couldn’t anybody see him?  See just how hard he was working or ask him about his missteps?  All day it had felt like he either made a blunder… or was merely overlooked.

First he had mixed up his school work and the tutor had snapped at him for making such an easy mistake.  ‘Wasn’t he supposed to be more aware than that?  An Adviser can’t afford to make these sorts of little mistakes.’  Ignis had nodded and pretended like the words didn’t hurt.  He would just try harder and strive to do better... even if he had stayed up late to finish all the extra work he was given.  It was okay.

Ignis could handle it.

Then came lunchtime, Ignis had waited patiently outside his Uncles office.  Only the man didn’t show. His Uncle had sent someone to let Ignis into the room and let him know that he couldn’t join his nephew today.  A meeting had run over late and he sent his apologies and a note saying he would definitely see him for dinner. Ignis tucked the note inside his little vest and pretended like he hadn’t been looking forward to spending some time with his Uncle who he hadn’t seen properly in a few days.  The man was busy and it gave Ignis an idea of what was to come. Tucking the extra cookie he had brought for his Uncle into the corner of his lunchbox he finished his sandwich alone in the man’s office. It was okay.

Ignis could handle it.

Then came his time with Noctis.  The Prince had refused to listen to him about the game they had been playing.  He was obviously making up his own rules and rules were meant to be followed, weren’t they?  Wasn’t it his job to teach Noctis these things and show him the right way? So Ignis had tried to explain that no… certain pieces couldn’t just jump ahead five spaces and no… he couldn’t just take however many cards he wanted on his turn.  However, with every rule he tried to correct it only seemed to make Noctis more and more angry until finally…

“No!  I wanna play this way!  You… you’re being stupid and m-mean and dumb!  I wish… I wish you’d g-go away!” Noctis had cried out before the four year olds strong emotions had taken over.  He’d pushed over their board game and burst into tears creating the loudest racket Ignis had ever heard.

The next thing Ignis knew, the door to the playroom was being quickly opened and nanny and King Regis were rushing inside.  Both grown ups were wearing a look of panic and trying to figure out what was going on as Noctis wailed in the middle of the room surrounded by his board game pieces.

“Ignis?  Ignis what is the meaning of this?!” Nanny had instantly scolded, taking a step forward.

It wasn’t okay.

Ignis couldn’t handle it.

Before either of the grown up’s could say anything, before Ignis could hear another scolding word or could see the disappointment in the King’s face he did the only thing he could think of.

He ran.

Ignoring the calls of his name, Ignis ran and ran and ran until he didn’t think his legs could carry him a step further.

Why did it feel like he couldn’t do anything right?

Why did it feel like no matter how much he was trying it wasn’t enough?

Why did it feel like he was only seen for his mistakes?

Tears began to blur his vision as he ran around another corner and found himself in a small courtyard filled with trees, flowers and grass.  Still, the beauty of the place was easily lost in his frantic bid to get away.

Before long his legs couldn’t keep up their momentum and he slowed down, ducking behind a few chrysanthemum bushes and plopping down on the ground.  He drew his knees up to his chest, trying to catch his breath as tears continued to prick at his eyes.

He wished he was home.

He wished he had his stuffed moogle, Teacake.

He wished his Uncle was there with him and most of all…

He wished someone would just see him and understand how tough it was!

Burying his face into his knees he finally let his tears fall, no longer having to act like the little adult everyone expected of him.

“Hey?  Hey, kid?  You alright?”

A gruff voice instantly startled Ignis.  His head snapping up from where he was hidden against his knees to find piercing blue eyes staring back at him.  A tough and rugged looking soldier was peering at him from over the bushes he had hidden behind and had claimed as his haven.  The man wasn’t quite as old as King Regis, but he looked ten times scarier.

Being caught in this moment of weakness and feeling so miserable did nothing to stop his tears and Ignis found himself apologizing over and over again.

“I-I’m sorry!  I’m sorry I… I’m s-s-sorry!” he stammered, trying to wipe his eyes quickly to hide his childish tears.

“Woah!  Easy there, kid.  What are you apologizing for?” the man asked, looking equal parts worried and uneasy.  He carefully made his way around the flower bushes, moving slowly as if that might keep the kid from taking off like a terrified chipmunk.

Ignis sniffled miserably and pushed his glasses up as he wiped at his eyes now red-rimmed and puffy.

“F-For crying and… and m-making Noct angry and… and his M-Majesty angry and… tut-tutor angry,” he listed off between quiet sobs.

Ignis missed the look of shock over his  words and after a moment the soldier knelt in front of him.

“That’s… quite a list of people you got angry at you,” he began, getting a miserable little hiccuped sob for his troubles and wincing at the noise.  “What on Eos did you do, kid?”

The soldier carefully took a seat across from Ignis, folding his legs as he tried to look as un-intimidating as possible.  Something he had been told countless times that he was incapable of doing.

Ignis watched the man warily, hiccuping a little as he tried to keep his tears at bay.

“My… my Uncle told me n-not to talk to strangers…. Sir,” Ignis said quietly, still minding his manners even as this man sat in front of him.

“Oh… right… well… your Uncle is definitely right there.  He’s Cartus Scientia, isn’t he?” he asked and Ignis’s eyes widened.

“H-How did you…?”

“Your accent, your eyes and the way you can’t help to mind your manners around everyone… even people you don’t know.  Definitely family traits,” the soldier listed off, though he offered the kid a little smile. “That must mean that you’re Ignis, his nephew.  My names Cor… Cor Leonis. I’m the Marshal here in the Crownsguard.”

Ignis’s eyes instantly widened.  He’d heard about Cor long before he’d even come to the Citadel.  The man was a legend and to see him there sitting in the grass with him… Ignis wondered if he would get in trouble for that too!

“Oh!  Oh, Mr. Cor Marshal!  Please you… you don’t have to sit there!  I’m sorry!” Ignis gasped, scrambling to get up to try and find them more suitable seating.  He couldn’t let thee Cor Leonis sit in the dirt!

Cors eyes widened at the sudden mood change and shook his head, reaching out to rest a hand on the young boys shoulder.  “Steady there, Ignis. It’s alright. You have nothing to apologize for. I sat down here on my own, didn’t I?” he asked and the young boy seemed to sag under the gaze, frowning and biting his lower lip.

“O-Only because I was… you were… trying to make me f-feel better,” he muttered and Cor’s eyebrows rose.

“Oh… you… yeah,” he agreed, surprised at how adeptly this… child had read him.  If memory served, the kid was only around Gladio’s age and even Gladio wasn’t that perceptive.  “I um… thought I might be a bit too intimidating if I didn’t.”

“It’s okay.  You w-were still kinda… kind of scary even when sitting,” Ignis said honestly, correcting his own grammar as Cor bit back a chuckle.

The kid didn’t talk or act how most kids his age did.  He had been around Gladio and Noctis enough to know. He was more aware of his surroundings, held himself with a different sort of aire.  Literally as if he had been trained to act as a mini-adult.

That didn’t sit quite right with the Marshal somehow.

“Well… since I’m scary either way… we can always go and find a nice bench to sit on,” he offered, watching as Ignis’s cheeks flushed up.  He held up a hand as he saw the kid opening his mouth again and shook his head. “No apologies. You’re right. I’m an intimidating person and I have to be.  Don’t apologize for being right… or for being honest, okay?”

Ignis instantly closed his mouth at that and nodded, looking down at the ground.  Cor frowned as he watched the kid and stood up, brushing a few pieces of grass from his trousers as he looked around.

“There’s a bench right over there.  Why don’t we go and get comfortable and then you can tell me how one small kid managed to get so many people angry at him?” he offered, a little smile still on his lips as he led the way, Ignis following behind him like a sad baby duckling.

It wasn’t long before they were settled on the bench, a little closer to the entrance.  It was close enough to watch a few people meandering along the hallways though still allowed them the chance to enjoy the peace of the Citadel gardens.  Though the peace was still lost on the little boy who looked like he had a rain cloud over his head.

It had taken everything in Cors power not to help Ignis take a seat as he scrambled up onto the bench.  Judging by the way the kid carried himself it wouldn’t have been appreciated in the slightest. As they both finally settled into their seats he turned to take in the downcast expression, the tear stained cheeks and the way the poor kid was curling in on himself like he wished he could disappear.

Cor suddenly found that he wasn’t quite sure how to start this conversation.  The kid acted like a little adult and yet… in this moment he seemed just like any other miserable six year old.  How does a person talk to someone like that?

He didn’t have to ponder long as a shaky breath instantly had his attention focused back on Ignis.

“I… I’m sorry… again for troubling you, Sir,” Ignis began, his voice quiet.  Cor frowned deeply at that, but before he could tell the little retainer that he hadn’t done anything wrong Ignis continued on.  “I… I shouldn’t have ran away like… like I did. It was… childish of me.”

Cor had to bite back a comment at that.  ‘You are a child’ he thought, but he knew there was more to come.

Ignis took his silence as a chance to continue and closed his eyes as he took a little shuddered breath.

“But… but early today I got tutor angry at me because I didn’t turn in the right work, but… but I really, really did try, Sir!  I even stayed up past when Uncle told me to go to bed, but I… I did the wrong lesson.  And… and then I thought I’d get to have lunch with Uncle, but he was busy so I… I went to go look after the Prince like I’m supposed to, but… he… he was playing a game wrong and… and when I tried to teach him the rules he got angry at me and told me he wished I… I’d go away and then… and… and then…,” Ignis’s little face scrunched up as tears appeared in his eyes once more and he sniffled.  “Th-Then nanny and the K-King came in and they… they were gonna get upset at me for doing my job wrong and… and up-upsetting the Prince and… and I just wanted to do a good job, but I didn’t and now everyone is m-mad at me and… and I just… I want my U-Uncle and I want Teacakes and I… I want to be better, but I keep messing up and making people angry!”

With that last little outburst, Ignis brought his hands up to cover his face as a choked little sob broke free from his chest.

Cor couldn’t take seeing this kid looking so miserable and upset and just like he would’ve done for Gladio he wrapped an arm around the tiny tot and pulled him into his side.  Ignis easily turned into the offered comfort, hiding his face against Cors side and crying quietly into his coat.

“That… definitely sounds like a tough day, Ignis,” he said quietly, carefully pulling his phone from his pocket and sending a quick text to Regis while the poor kid continued to get out all the hurt and sadness he had harbored all day.

After receiving a message back he slipped his phone back into his pocket, giving Ignis an encouraging little squeeze as he felt him slowly calming down.  He could feel the slight hitch in his shoulders still, but he figured it was finally alright to try and remedy some of this hurt.

“First of all… I want you to know that running away like that isn’t childish, though you’ve definitely scared a few people if my texts are anything to go by.  Regis, Clarus and your Uncle are tearing apart the Citadel trying to find you right now,” he said, getting a terrified and tear streaked face looking up at him for his troubles.  “They aren’t angry, I can tell you that. They are worried, but not angry. And don’t worry about Prince Noctis. Do you know how many stuffed carbuncles and behemoths I’ve had thrown at me because he doesn’t play games fairly?” he asked, getting a little, watery smile from the tiny Adviser, though the kid tried to hide it.

Cor offered him a smile at that and continued.  “I’m sorry for what he said to you though. I know the Prince doesn’t mean it.  He is still little and he doesn’t exactly get told no or that he’s wrong a lot. What you did in trying to teach him the right way was… well… right.  You’re being tasked with a lot, Ignis. You’re still little yourself and people are asking you to act like a little guardian and well beyond your years.  I’m definitely going to be having a talk with that tutor of yours though. If it’s Mr. Harghen’s then it will be a pleasure.   Do you know how many bad marks he gave me in my classes?  If he’s gonna pick on you then he’s picking a fight with me.  Okay?”

Ignis’s eyes widened as he heard that.

Cor the Immortal was going to tell off his tutor?  And he also had trouble sometimes with the Prince?

Ignis sniffled and wiped at his eyes, a little smile appearing on his face as someone seemed to finally be noticing the troubles he’d been dealing with.  Not only that… they were listening to him and not treating him like he was being too childish to pay attention to… or too grown up to need the attention.

Cor was simply listening to him and helping him through his troubles.

“Thank you, Mr. Cor Marshal,” Ignis said with a little nod, feeling like for the first time in weeks someone was actually seeing him.  Was taking time to listen and understand.

“Anytime, Ignis.” Cor said, giving the kids hair a little ruffle and even getting a little giggle for his troubles.  “Now. I know there are three people keen to see you again back at your Uncles… and a little Prince who wants to apologize to his friend. ”

Ignis’s hands paused where they were fixing his hair and he looked up at Cor wide-eyed.  “Really? He… he’s not mad at me anymore?” he asked.

Cor shook his head.  “I think he regrets saying what he did to you.  He’s never wanted to apologize for throwing stuffed moogles at me so… I think you’ve already taught him a few good lessons don’t you?” he asked and Ignis nodded, smiling a bit more as he heard that.

“Come on, kid.  I’ll escort you back.  Perhaps we can stop along the way to talk to that tutor of yours,” Cor offered as he stood up.

Ignis smiled more at that and giggled, scooting off the bench.

Cor was just typing out a message on his phone saying that they were on their way when he felt a small hand take his free one.

Looking down he caught an equally surprised Ignis glancing up at him in return.  Apparently the tiny tot hadn’t meant to do it, almost looking ashamed for doing something so childish.  But Cor merely gave him a smile and offered a little squeeze to his hand. “You don’t mind holding hands, right?  It gets busy in the halls around this time and I don’t want to get lost,” he said, watching as Ignis’s expression went from shock and shame to a more relaxed if slightly skeptical one.

“You’re a soldier.  You wouldn’t get lost,” he said, though he didn’t let go of Cors hand as they began to make their way out of the gardens.

“You don’t know that.  Maybe I get lost all the time?  King Regis does. He has terrible navigational skills,” he offered, smiling more when he heard Ignis giggling beside him.

Ignis smiled up at the Immortal and shook his head.  Perhaps… this wasn’t the worst day of his life.

Someone had finally seen him.

#ffxv #f3s #cor leonis #ignis scientia #young ignis scientia #young cor leonis #whump #fluff #iggy just needs a hug darn it! #my fics #nontickling fic

[neo-culture-mafia]

Glory of Neo Culture

What was this all for? Saying goodbye to your family...for this? Drowning away college days for motorcycles and guns? Throwing away any chance of having a future; not to mention a future with a significant other. You had 21 brothers who were your ride or die, leaving you hopeless with the possibility of running away for they had a team on every continent ready to look out for you, but never leave you alone. 

Life was uneasy and it was a daily hassle to get up and go to training -- but you were still there laying people on their asses. You needed a release from something and it never came as a clear answer. It was always hidden within one of the boys. 

When you had a hard time looking over a small group of students, Taeyong was there to show you how to make yourself known. He was your all-time role model and it made you happy that he gave a damn about people, compared to some of the other mafia leaders of this world. “Make yourself bigger than you really are and get mad. They’re not gonna listen to a little pip-squeak with a small voice who is always nice.” He said lightly flicking your forehead. You nodded and waited for his next direction. He went over and sat leisurely at the edge of his desk. “Alright, now get angry.” 

With Taeil, you never had a frowning moment -- even when you thought you were alone. When you had a secret relationship with a boy on the outside he knew about it. He also knew when it fell through and you were crushed but never let anyone inside your bubble. He was there with a cup of tea and a shoulder to cry on, without letting your secret get to any of the other boys. You didn’t even know he was sitting inside your closet. You just heard a thud and a curse before Taeil popped out with 2 cups of tea in hand and a package of your favorite cookies. He sighed as he set them down; grabbing a bunch of tissues from your dresser. He shook his head as he came over and wiped your tears. “Men are pigs.” 

Johnny looked at you as a younger sibling. He always played around with you on the daily. He made you fight for yourself, even when you thought you couldn’t do it on your own. When the tin roof of the bomb shed was blown off, Taeyong sent you two to go fix it. Johnny put you in charge of lifting the roof off the ground; the jagged metal posing a threat to your soft palms of flesh. He watched you struggle and groan at the tough task; denying you any help even when you were pleading. Finally, his denial pissed you off and you managed to lift the whole roof onto the side of the shed. He was standing right there, ready to give you a hug. He was a man with ways of teaching lessons. “You don’t know how strong you are till you need to be. Then you just have to find the things that make you ten times stronger.” 

Yuta never came around much from Japan to be lovey-dovey towards you, yet you knew he still cared. When you choked during a mission and everyone was mad at you on return, he was the first one to call you just to make sure you were alright. “Stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid.” You said ripping your jacket off and throwing it on the ground in frustration. You were throwing a temper tantrum behind the privacy of closed doors, even though you were in the mood where you didn’t care if anyone else saw. “I’m so fucking stupid. I just had to fucking pull a damn stupid trigger.” You said punching your bed over and over again. The intercom buzzed on your wall next to the door. You groaned loudly and marched over, accepting the call. “Hello?!” You asked after a couple seconds of silence. “Hey. It’s Yuta.” He said and you just froze, crumpling into a ball underneath the intercom. “Listen...I know everyone is probably pissed at you...but I just wanted to say that I am super proud of you.” He said and you could feel the tears pool in your eyes. “Thank you.” You mumbled, bringing your knees to your chest. “Just know that everyone makes mistakes. It will be okay...You did good, kid.” 

Kun was like a dad. Whether it was in person while he was in Korea, or when it was over Skype when he was in China; he always talked to you and made sure you had enough to eat at dinner and you drank enough water when you woke up every morning. He also made sure you had someone to go to for anything: cuts, bruises, or maybe just ranting about the most random topics till 2 in the morning. “So I told Jess, you use the sniper for long range instead of an automatic.” You shook your head. He shook his head too, throwing his hands into the air. “Unbelievable.” He scoffed. “I know right! It’s common sense!” You exclaimed and he laughed at your cute expression to your story. “I swear, I’m in training with a bunch of morons.” You shook your head, grabbing your drink Kun had made for you. “You couldn’t have said it more perfect.” He said grabbing his drink and clinking it with yours.

Every single Thursday, you met Doyoung for your usual gossip session. You would both walk to the same coffee shop about 2 blocks away, and make the afternoon free for each other. “Did you hear about the 2 new students in tier 6?” You asked as your drinks were delivered. He sat back in the chair, sipping his cold coffee. “Spill the tea.” He said as you began. “They were caught making out in the locker rooms after training. Mark was pissed, even though Jaemin found them smooching on each other.” You said and he grew a disgusted face while you nodded, confirming the story. “They both got toilet duty for 2 weeks and permanently moved dorms.” You said and he rolled his eyes. “That’s super disgusting. But you know what’s more disgusting? The outfit that Taeyong wore to the Asiatic Leaders meeting last week, like, all he has to do is ask for my help.” 

Ten and you were like besties who never separated from each other. He always confided in you about some of the students he taught. You always went him to learn new ways to take the boys down when they were annoying you. So, when he was told he was being relocated to China; you were the first person he told. You both were a mess as you both held each other the night before his plane left with Kun and Lucas where they would join Winwin’s team. “This isn’t fair.” You cried as you hugged him tighter. “I know, nothing is fair anymore.” He sighed, rubbing your back. “Who am I going to go shopping with? Who am I supposed to go see the new romance movie with? We...we...that was our thing...we would sit there and laugh the who-whole time at the stu-stupid couples.” You cried and he just held you more. “I know. I’m not dying. I’m just, moving.” He said and you just groaned. “You still aren’t here.” You countered back. He just sighed but held you tighter if that was any way possible. “I am, you just have to look real hard. I’m always here.”

Jaehyun was like your dumb older brother even though he was highly intelligent. He would be the type to use you as an armrest, and ‘lose’ his balance, making you both tumble to the ground. He was still very protective like a usual older brother. You were on the way to the usual gossip session where Doyoung was already waiting. You walked through the lobby to the main gate and Jaehyun was walking through, eating some cereal. “Woah woah woah. Where do you think you are going, dressed like that?” He asked, motioning to your outfit with his spoon. “Going to meet Doyoung?” You questioned looking at your own outfit. It was what you usually wore. “Well, you should dress like it.” He said as he set his food down, taking his flannel off and throwing it on you. “Now...just button it...all the way to the top. And...wear a hat-” “Jae, it’s July.”

You and Winwin had a good relationship even though you were both stationed in 2 different countries. He would help with anything he could, whether it was with homework or it was figuring out how to fix your laptop over the phone. “Okay, just one more question.” You said and he hummed in agreement. “A bullet is shot from 15 feet away and reaches the target in 2.6 seconds. What type of gun is it?” You asked and you thought to yourself. All you heard was a loud bang from the other side of the phone. “Winwin?!” You called, your worry coming over. “Well, I can tell you for certain that it isn’t a Glock.” He said and you groaned. “You’re not supposed to shoot your men!” You said from your side of the phone. “Hey! I was helping you with your homework!” 

Jungwoo makes your sides hurt whenever you see him. Always making you laugh and forget about the situations that made you want to curl up and sleep the day away. You were sitting on your bed, playing with your fingers because you just couldn’t fathom being by yourself. Your thoughts always got the best of you when you were alone. Your door busted open and you jumped. There stood what you presumed to be Jungwoo. His whole arms were filled with blankets and snacks. “We just got Easy A on DVD, and I need a movie buddy.” He mumbled behind the fluffy blankets in front of his face. You chuckled as you ran over and helped him drop the stuff neatly onto the floor. You both spent the whole night chilling and watching romantic comedies while complaining about your single lives. 

You never had a dull moment with Lucas. He was just there in the background to make you laugh. You were all sitting in a serious meeting where you were negotiating with a Japanese triad that was looking for land in Korea. You sat next to Lucas with more members lining both sides of you. The curtain was dropped and you were all met with more men on the other side of the room. You all did greetings and then sat back down. Yet, Lucas kept rubbing his teeth with his finger. You kept bumping him with your elbow, telling him to knock it off and he was being rude. “That thing.” He mumbled, picking at his front tooth, staring at the other mafia boss. You concentrated on the boss and realized he had a piece of seaweed on his front tooth. You had to cough a little to suppress your small giggle. Lucas kept rubbing his teeth, making it harder for you to keep your composure. You both lost it when the leader laughed and the food flew onto the table in front of him. Lucas maintained a horrified expression as he began to point at the piece of food. You grabbed his hand and put it back down as he couldn’t help but stare at it more. You both got in trouble for being ‘rude’.

Mark was actually the one who needed you. He deemed himself as an outcast to some of the new students. He would come to you in embarrassment just to have you tell him there was nothing to be afraid of. You were making yourself a quick snack in the Junior Forces dorm. You grabbed the knife to cut the sandwich when you felt a hand on your shoulder. The hand was pulled so your grip with the knife was next to the person's neck. Yet, your weapon hand was grabbed and pinned behind your back, while the other person’s arm held your back to their chest so you couldn’t move. You looked up, seeing the familiar deep brown eyes. “Oh...uh...hi.” You said as he let you go. He put distance between the two of you. “Hey...I need help.” He said as he scratched the back of his neck. “With...?” You asked and he sighed. “How do I talk to the new students? They’re all so young and cool and I’m -” “Old?” You cut him off and he furrowed his eyebrows. “I was gonna say boring...but gee...thanks.” 

You were in China because Taeyong thought you were at high-risk as you were the only girl in the main unit. A huge rival gang that was known for doing things to young girls were going around and following you. So, to throw them off, Taeyong sent you to stay with Winwin and Kun for a while. You were welcomed with open arms from everyone...except the boy from the end of the hall that always had his nose crammed in a book or in his computer. Everyone tried to tell you Xiaojun was an awesome person to be around, you just had to be in the right place at the right time. So when it was during your midnight snack run, it was a shock that was a good one. You walked into the dimly lit kitchen as you were greeted with the fridge and cupboards. You poured yourself a glass of milk and sat with the Oreo package at the island as you texted everyone back home in Seoul. “You’re quite oblivious of your surroundings, you know that right?” A new voice made you jump. “Hello?” You questioned looking around in the darkness. The lights flicked on above your head and you were greeted with Xiaojun who had been standing across from you the whole time. You both stared at each other, trying to figure out what the other was going to say first. “You have good taste in late night snacks though. I’m impressed.” He chuckled motioning to your snack. You looked over to his and saw the exact same thing was in front of him. You smiled a little. “Well, I guess great minds think alike.” 

Hendery kept you on your feet. Whether it was having random dance breaks in between training sessions, or even in the middle of mission run-throughs. You both got each other when everyone else thought you were weird. He was also the only one who could deal with your sass on a daily basis. “Hendery, donkey looking, pink-loving headass.” You said coming behind him and hitting him upside the head. “Yo. Not cool.” He flicked your forehead. You both started pushing each other, alarming the other members. “Hey! Break it up!” Ten said pushing you two away from each other. “You gonna make me go crazy.” You said, puffing your chest out. “Come at me, short stack.” He said and you both ducked under Ten’s arms. People yelled and tried to grab both of you, but it was too late. What was about to come next was never expected by anyone. You both laid down on your stomachs and got into an intense session of rock, paper, scissors. You were victorious and got up to parade around the room while he laid their defeated. 

You found quality and peace in Renjun’s silence. You both would sit there and do something so domestic, yet you both understood it was needed. You both sat there and sketched your respective drawings, sometimes showing the other to gain feedback. The other boys would try and crash the peace; especially Chenle and Jisung. “Y/N, do you hear something?” he would ask after so many minutes of the 2 children trying to get both of your attention. You listened to the whines and pleas for the 2 boys to answer them. You shook your head, looking at the smirking Renjun. “No, I don’t hear anything. Must be the wind?” You questioned and he nodded, both of you returning to previous activities. The said pests eventually gave up and left. Renjun scooted closer and gave you a fist bump. He chuckled and shook his head. “No one has played along in the past 2 weeks.” 

Jeno was the main man you would go to when you had problems with another student or member. Ever since he became a full member of the 127 Unit, he took up some classes so he could teach his practice to aspiring students of the Neo Culture compound. “Jeno.” You said, walking into his empty classroom. He stood, writing something on the chalkboard as various glasses and beakers boiled behind him. “Hello, Miss. Thang.” He winked as he set his book down. You rolled your eyes as you walked behind his desk. “I’ve been having trouble with one of your students.” You sighed, crossing your arms. “And...what would you like me to do about it?” He asked as he flipped through the pages of his textbook. “Talk to him or something. Just, do something.” You grew frustrated. “Woah, calm down. What’s up?” He asked, putting his hand on your waist. It didn’t mean anything, he did it to most people. You saw a flash and looked over to the doorway where the student stood there with their cell phone out and pointed towards you. “That!” You yelled pointing to the kid who began to run down the hall. Jeno wasted no time in running after him out of the door in his classroom. He cut the kid off and grabbed the collar of the boy’s shirt. You followed out as Jeno grabbed the phone of the boy. “Unlock it. Now.” Jeno said. “It’s my phon-” “Wrong, we provided you with this phone. Unlock it. Now. I don’t repeat myself.” Jeno said and the boy quickly unlocked it. The camera roll was filled with pictures of you with various members. Yet, the photos were edited to make it look like it something it wasn’t. “Did you have her permission to capture these?” Was all Jeno asked. The boy slowly shook his head ‘no’. “Maybe you’ll learn some respect after this.” He said with a wicked smile and the phone was thrown onto the concrete where it shattered into what seemed like a million little pieces. “Let’s go.” Jeno guided you back to his classroom while the boy cried on the ground where his phone now laid, broken beyond repair.

He was an older brother figure that was always overprotective much like the others. He just knew how to take it to the next level though. You walked into the class you would be teaching. You would be teaching new students about the subject of disguise makeup. You worked alongside Donghyuck, where he would teach the students how to act on decoy missions and creating a real backstory on the spot and what to do when missions go wrong, while you teach them about meltable prosthetics and hideable wigs and makeup, along with concealing weapons. It was the first day and you barely got past your introduction before the door opened to Donghyuck in a pair of sunglasses and a floppy hat; his neck adorned in a feathery scarf. “Hello. Sorry I am late for the first day.” He spoke in a high voice, trying to sit in an empty seat. “Yah, get out. I’m trying to teach.” You chuckled along with the class as he put his purse on the desk, pulling out a compact. “Excuse you, but you do not know me. Don’t use informalities.” He said in a posh voice, throwing his scarf over his shoulder more. The class laughed, but you were getting more impatient. “Yes, I do know you. You’re Mr. Lee who teaches next door. Next door, where you’re supposed to be. Not in my classroom where I currently have a class.” You said and he sighed. “How are you so sure it’s me?” He asked, forgetting to use his girly voice. “Well, 1) You must’ve hit puberty rather quickly because you voice dropped in a record time and 2) Your member tattoo is showing.” You motioned to his forearm where a tattoo sleeve was not hidden. He cursed under his breath and took off his ‘disguise’. “Alright, you got me.” He said standing up and putting his regular glasses on. “I just wanted to make sure to come and help introduce you properly.” He said coming over and putting an arm around your shoulder. “I also wanted to mention that if any of your students misbehave, I have some gym socks that need some hand washing.” He said and everyone pulled their chair in closer, sitting up more straight. “Thank you...now get out.” 

Your late night rendezvous with Jaemin always surprised you. Whether it was burning down an old barn to sitting in his bed and listening to some music, some nights were reserved especially for him. You both laid in the bed of his truck, random music playing over the radio. You both had been driving around the whole night where you talked about the things you couldn’t say to other members. “Listen...I want to say something and I don’t want you to get weird about it.” He sighed and you just looked at him. You knew he didn’t want to look at you in fear of something. You turned your head back to the night sky. “Shoot.” You said and he sighed. “I really...appreciate you? I’m not good with feelings and especially the concept of family...but you just make everything easier. I don’t need to be completely self-destructive when I’m with you. You just...get me and it-it makes me feel like I’m not alone anymore.” You looked over and saw his eyes closed, yet they shook as the fluid built up behind them. You didn’t say anything and just hugged him as that’s all you could do. It seemed like the only logical thing at the moment. You weren’t good with feelings either, and he understood that. You both just needed to be here at the moment. 

Yangyang was one of those special cases where you both hated each other until you realized you were both stronger together. You both competed in China while you were staying. You both spoke many languages so you tried to confuse each other by speaking some that the other couldn’t understand. You both were super active and hyper, making you and him race each other at training. It wouldn’t start as a race, but it would turn into who could finish warm-up first. But one night, he heard you get emotional behind your bedroom door. He wanted so badly to open the door and tease you for crying until he learned the context. “What-what do you mean I can’t come back?” You whined and he felt your pain. He moved around as a kid and all he wanted to do was go ‘home’...but he didn’t know where ‘home’ was exactly. Now it was him and the guys. “But I’ve been here for so long.” You sighed, and he could hear the desperation in your voice. “Ok. Fine. It’s whatever. I’ll talk to you later, Tae.” He heard a couple sniffles and the door opened to your puffy eyes and face. You both just stood there and looked at each other for a couple seconds. “What?” You asked and he just shrugged. You walked past him, and usually, he would push you into the wall playfully, but now he knew that you needed someone. He followed you to the bathroom like a lost puppy while you threw cold water on your face. You patted your face and looked at him. “What do you want, Yang?” You asked looking at him, not really in the mood to play around. Yang yang looked down at his 2 ice cream sandwiches that he was going to eat in front of Xiaojun to make him angry. “Here.” He said pushing one of the desserts into your hands. “I know what it’s like to want to go home. And I know the feeling of not being able to. Just...find me if you need to talk...” He said and you just nodded, smiling to yourself. “Also, I’m sorry for being a jerk. I just wanted to tease you a bit...but I let it get out of hand.” he said. You forgave him. He smiled at you before running back to his room like the nervous dork he usually was. 

The darkest days could be turned upside down by your favorite dolphin companion, Chenle. You both were the pranksters in the compound. You filled Jaemin’s hair dryer with flour and replaced Jeno’s favorite cat socks with baby socks to freak him out. You both sat outside of Jaehyun’s bathroom. The water turned off and it wasn’t long before you both were met with the screams of your older. You both snuck back down the hall where you both erupted in laughter. He stormed down the hallways, purple hair dye running down the back of his neck. He totally missed you and Chenle as he marched into Taeyong’s office, where he was already waiting for his grape headed co-worker. In fact, it was Taeyong’s idea...but you and Chenle carried it out. Some students gathered to see Jaehyun look red as a tomato in the face and purple as a grape in his hair. You and Chenle high-five each other as you both ran to the post office to mail a box of fruit to Ten in China. 

Jisung just wanted someone to take him seriously. He wanted someone to have a decent conversation with without being brushed off as an annoying kid. He was wise beyond his years and you were the only to seem and get that. “So I was thinking, with the misso-” “Nah. Won’t work. Just go back to coloring or something.” One of the new members said, flicking Jisung’s notebook towards him. “Oh...okay.” Jisung nodded. The older boys got up, leaving Jisung alone and feeling embarrassed for even trying. You quickly got up, walking over and sitting down next to him. “I want to hear.” You said and his eyes lit up, but they were masked with the fear of rejection. “No. It’s okay. You probably have to get ready soo-” “Jisung. I want to see. Really.” You said and the look on his face was priceless and incomparable to anything you had ever seen before. He nodded, opening his notebook again to the diagram he drew up. “Okay, so the huge mission coming up...instead of doing an on-ground attack...how about an air-attack? We’d hit them in their weakest point. They’re already expecting something on the ground--so we should surprise them.” Jisung said you and you sat there, silently. The smile on his face slowly but visibly fell. His hands rubbed against his jeans as the fear of rejection began setting in. “But also, it’s a really dumb idea. I was just thi-” “That’s an amazing idea, Jisung. I’m just pissed that no one thought of it before.” And the smile was the widest you had ever seen on that boy’s face. 

But if this is what you treasure and hold so close...why are you running? Why did you pack your bags in secret a month before you left? Why did you tell Jisung that you and he could go get ice cream next Sunday if you knew you wouldn’t be here? Why tell Jungwoo that you would go see the new romantic movie this Friday if you didn’t plan on staying here for the next 24 hours?

Why?

Out of all the love...all of it...why leave? You were safe. The boys would go through hell and back to get you what you needed because they understood you better than anyone could. 

So as you packed your bag and grabbed your keys, you told Taeil that you were going to pick up more milk. Yet, they all knew your plans. They already had posts set up to bring you home if you wanted to. The boys understood you needed space, and time. You just needed an escape from reality. Yuta flew in men just to put up more post and protection. Kun and Winwin were on the edge of their seats, waiting for the call to say you left Korea and were on your way to China. Ten is in Thailand, just for the crazy chance you chose to run off to his homeland. Lucas is back in Hong Kong for the same reason Ten is in Thailand. Johnny left 3 hours ago for his plane back to Chicago. Mark left right after you did for his plane back to Canada. Renjun and Chenle are split up in China, just to make sure that if you got over -- you would be safe and looked after. Yangyang is in Germany again, covering Europe for the unlikely chance you run to Europe for a safe haven. 

Taeil gulped down his water as he watched you roar your bike to life and looked back at the compound. Taeyong popped up next to him. “She’ll be back. It’ll be okay.” Taeil nodded to calm the buzzing anxiety of their leader. 

You were running to Europe for a new start. You were now stuck in traffic and ready to get to the airport. Your earpiece beeped. You answered it, already knowing who it was. “Hey, Taeyong.” You sighed. “Hey.” He spoke quickly. 

“Listen...” he started off and you knew he knew about your plan. “...I understand that you need to do what you need to do...but we have someone on every continent ready to bring you home if you’re ready or you need help.” He said and your throat got dry. “Yeah?” Your voice cracked. “Yeah...” He trailed off. “...we will always be looking over you. Just remember we’re all a plane ride away.” He said and you nodded, sniffling some emotion back. “...we all love you, y/n...” He trailed off and you couldn’t help but cry a little. “I love you all too.” You cracked into your mic. 

“Just please remember we’re here...and we won’t forget about you.” Taeyong said and you nodded, humming in response. “Of course.” You mused. “Well it’s time for me to go.” you confessed and you heard a sharp intake of breath. “Of course, of course. Just remember to call regularly.” He said and you agreed. “Alright. See you later.” He said and you lost it. No one ever said ‘goodbye’ to each other in the unit because it meant forever. 

“See you later.” You said and he hung up. You were still stuck in traffic as you approached a tunnel. A car horn beeped behind you. You turned around to see Haechan and Jeno in a car, waving you to go ahead of traffic. 

You nodded and revved your engine as you quickly looked back at them. They looked like they were in pain as you nodded to them a ‘farewell’. They both jokingly blew you a kiss. You caught them and threw it in your pocket. You revved your engine and began swerving in and out of free spaces around cars. 

This was it...your family wasn’t going to give up on you...it was the glory they held within eachother...the glory of neo culture

...this is it...

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[fatandnerdy30]

The Itsy Bitsy Spider 26

I know it’s a little early, but I figured I would surprise everyone with this considering all the waiting around you’ve done for me in the past!

The nightmare came that night to Peter's slumbering mind. They were riding in the car when Mr. Toomes attacked. The vivid, green, glowing eyes had pinned Peter to the spot he was standing, frozen by fear. He couldn't move, couldn't breathe. All he could do was watch as the giant man loomed over him, watching his large hand come closer and closer until it was wrapped around him, crushing Peter in his grasp. The boy could only stare up at the man, watching as he transformed into the doctor from the lab, grinning down at him, eyes glowing in the dark. He couldn't breathe, couldn't move! Trapped! Peter fought for breath, but the weight was just too much! "Mr. Stark!" he cried out, trying to get free. "Pepper!" Tears were flowing down his face as his nightmare suddenly became him falling through the air, watching the shocked couple watch him fall, their faces filled with dread and horror. "Mom, Dad! Help me! Please! Please!" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Peter! Peter, wake up!" May was sitting up in the bed, watching her nephew as he struggled to get out of the nightmare. "Wake up, honey! It's only a dream!" Suddenly, Pepper came running into the room, a worried expression on her face. "Is he alright?" May shook her head. "He's having a nightmare and I can't wake him." Tears were falling from her eyes now as she watched helplessly as Peter cried out from his spot on the pillow next to her. Pepper took that moment to reach down, and May was about to say something, but the woman simply ran her finger across Peter's hair. "Peter, come on. It's time to wake up now. You're safe, remember? We save you." Over and over again Pepper whispered to the boy he was safe, until slowly Peter opened his eyes. With a shot he was up, almost getting lost on the pillow as he rolled down the side, his panting being heard by the two women. "Peter? Are you okay?" The teen whipped his head around and stared at Pepper for a moment before suddenly flinging his body onto her hand, clutching the woman's fingers in a sticky death grip, using his entire body to make sure he wasn't going to let go. "Mom," he sobbed out. His eyes were closed, so he couldn't see the shock on May's face at the word. "You're really here?" The strawberry blonde smiled and held up a placating hand to May who looked like she had a lot of questions. "Yes, I'm here, Pete. It's okay, you're okay." She brought her hand up to her chest, cradling the shivering boy to her. "You're okay, you're safe." Over and over she whispered the words to Peter, until she felt him beginning to slide down her fingers as he fell asleep again, this time a peaceful look on his face. Gently she placed him on the pillow again and tucked the small scrap he'd been using as a blanket around him. She put a finger to her lips when May opened her mouth. "Not here," she whispered, giving Hope a smile before leaving the room. "Is he alright?" Hope asked, sitting up. May nodded. "Yes, thank you. Can you watch to make sure he doesn't have another one while Pepper and I talk?" The dark haired woman nodded and laid down, but kept her eyes on the small boy sleeping on the pillow. When May made it to the kitchen, Pepper already had a pot of tea warming on the stove. She looked so at home in the stranger's house it was strange. "Tea?" the woman asked, moving to grab the cups. "Please." May sat and watched for a few minutes while Mrs. Stark set up the cups. "So, when did he start calling you 'mom'?" There was a small bite to the woman's voice, and she was ashamed to hear her jealousy coming out, but she had raised Peter, not the stranger before her. "He called me mom by accident after he was literally thrown from hundreds of feet to the ground. Tony and I were lucky Hope came swooping in when she did." Pepper shivered then looked at May, who had lost all the color in her face. "He what!?" the brunette practically screeched, making the other woman wince. "Please, Mrs. Parker....as you can see, this is the reason we forgot to call you. It was just too chaotic, and we were making sure Peter was safe at the time." "Oh? Then please tell me why Ms. Van Dyne and Mr. Lang were in my apartment when I came home?" May was so angry at the woman, she wouldn't be surprised if her ears started whistling like the tea pot. "That was because Peter led Hope there to get away from Toomes." "So, you were at my apartment, and didn't even think to call me?" "Yes! Okay? Is that what you want to hear? That I'm only human and forget when the people I love are put in danger in front of me?" May narrowed her eyes. "And you don't think I love that boy, too? I took him in when he was only six years old and raised him after his parents died in that crash! I was there for him when he lost his Uncle, no one else! I struggled to keep a roof over our heads, but when times were tough, he had me. And now you think it's okay for him to be calling you 'mom' when you've done none of those things for him?" She was panting by the end of her whispered rant, her eyes on fire as she glared at the woman. Pepper sighed. "You're right," she said softly. "I'm sorry, I...I just got to love him so much. He has that affect on people, you know? You can't help but love him..." She looked at May, sincerity in her eyes. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Parker. I had no right to tell him that was all right without clearing it with you first. I just thought it would be alright with you, seeing how you like how Peter has so many people he can look up to." She poured the hot water into the cup and handed it to the woman. "I'll talk to him in the morning." May shook her head as she took the hot mug, taking a deep breath. She was right about Peter. He could make even the Grinch fall in love with him. "No, no....I'm sorry. I shouldn't have gone off like that...I guess it was just a bit of a shock to hear that tonight. I guess because I wasn't able to wake him, too afraid of hurting him now..." she whispered a curse. "I wish this had never happened." Tears welled up in her eyes. "He told me in the room earlier that he wasn't really used to this yet." She let out a snide laugh. "He said he was still scared about being around other people, being the size he is now." Pepper brought her hand up to her chest. She had to wonder why he didn't tell them, but then it dawned on her, and she had said it herself. He looked up to them, and to say he was afraid of his situation would make him seem weak in their eyes. "Peter..." she said lowly, despair in her voice. "I'm glad he told someone," she whispered, feeling a tear roll down her face. "I should have noticed the way he shied away even me when he was on the floor earlier." She shook her head, dipping her tea bag into the hot water angrily, being mad at herself. Now May felt like the bad guy. Slowly she put a hand on Mrs. Stark's, stopping her movements. "It would be hard to see. Peter's always been good at hiding things, especially his fear. I should have said something before." She chuckled. "Looks like we're both in the cookie jar, huh?" Pepper laughed and nodded. "It seems so." They finished their tea in silence, May bringing the cups to the sink to wash them. "Do you want me to move Peter into your room, just in case he has another nightmare?" May wanted her nephew with her, but she had to think about what was best for him at the moment. "No, it's okay. I think it's best to let him know you're here now." She smiled and placed a hand on the other woman's shoulder, squeezing a bit. "Good night," she said and walked down the hall to a guest room down the hall and shut the door, leaving May to go back to her own room in silence, thinking about the conversation the two just shared. "Everything okay?" Hope asked as soon as the woman opened the door. May nodded. "Yeah, everything's fine. Thank you, for watching over Peter for a while." She laid back in the bed and brought the comforter up to her shoulders, turning to her side in order to watch Peter. The cloth scrap rose and fell so discreetly it took a minute for the woman to see it. "Looks like you've made a nice group of friends while you were away, huh Peter?" She brought her hand up, using her pinky to brush the hair away from the boy's sleeping face. "It's nice to know you'll have these people to look after you if something happens." She smiled, leaving her hand over the boy, and closed her eyes. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Tony." Happy's voice drifted into the dream the billionaire was having. It wasn't the normal nightmare, but it was actually a pleasant dream. His family were at the beach, he and Pepper were watching Peter and Morgan playing in the water, their little girl giggling as Peter helped her jump over waves. It actually felt real, so he was grumpy when he was pulled out of it by his driver. "What," he grumped, sliding further down into his seat, wanting the dream to continue. "We're here." Happy informed him, smirking at the pleasant smile his friend had on his face before. It was nice to see that instead of the furrowed brow he usually wore when sleeping. Tony yawned and blinked a few times to clear his eyes of sleep, looking around the now empty car. "Where's Morgan?" he asked. "She already went inside, and just in time, too. She was about to wet the seat and I would have blamed you." Happy went to the back and pulled out the bags he'd packed and brought them up onto the porch, huffing by the time he'd reached the top with the last bag. "Too much McDonald's," Tony said as he jogged up the stairs, but took two of the bags on his way. "Yeah, yeah....jerk." The guard made his way into the house carrying the last of the bags, groaning with the exertion. "No, no one help, I can manage, thank you." "Happy?" May's voice came from the kitchen table and she rushed over to him, looking like an angel in the night shift. There were dark circles under her eyes, but that didn't change Happy's view of the woman. "Hey, May. Glad to see you're alright." He smiled, but was shocked when the woman grabbed him in a tight hug, pulling him close to her. "Thank you, for everything," she said into his neck. The man blushed and wrapped his arms around the woman. "Oh, um, no problem. It's um, kinda my job. Nothing too serious." "Nonsense! You helped save my life last night. And for that, I owe you this." She turned her head and planted a kiss on the man's cheek, pulling away when her own face started heating up. "Come on, have something to eat. I'm sure you must be hungry after that long drive." She grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the table, everyone greeting him with a smile or a wave. "Where's the kid?" Tony asked, looking around on the table, lifting the butter dish. "Still sleeping," May said. "He had a pretty rough night with nightmares, so he's exhausted." The billionaire frowned, but nodded and thanked Laura for his plate and began to eat. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Peter woke with a start to find himself alone in the room, still shaking after another small nightmare. It was the same, but different as before with who played a role in the dream this time. He wiped his sweaty face on his hands before noticing a small outfit on the pillow next to him. Picking it up, he smiled in wonder at the sweat suit made in blue and red colors, sewn with such care they looked like they were from an actual store. It made his heart warm to think about Miss Natasha working on this for him. He would have to thank her for everything. Getting dressed, the boy was then left alone with a predicament. He was hungry, but he was alone in the room. It was then he heard a noise. "Hello?" he called into the hallway, hoping whoever was there would hear him. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Morgan made her out of the upstairs bathroom when she heard someone calling out. Slowly she made her way towards the open door and peeked in. Sitting up on the pillow was Peter, his face looked pale in the light. "Peter?" she asked, shuffling over to the bed. "Are you okay?" The teen nodded. "Yeah, yeah, I'm okay. It's good to see you, though." He smiled at the young girl, bracing himself when she crawled on the bed. "Yeah, I've missed you. With mom and dad sending me to summer science classes, I've been too busy to spend much time with you. But, now that we're here, we should do something. I used to go out and play with Violet and Nathaniel. Cooper was always too cool to be playing hide and seek." She giggled. Peter chuckled. "Well, I don't know about going outside though. It's pretty dangerous right now." The girl shook her head. "No, nobody knows where this place is! Nate told me one day that this place is even a no fly zone! So it's completely hidden and safe for us to play outside!" Peter thought about it, staring at the sunlight streaming into the room. He waffled with the idea, but the idea of being outside won. "Okay. But not too far, okay?" "Yes! Come on!" She reached out and slowly wrapped her fingers around his middle gently, picking him up off the bed. "You can ride on my shoulder if you want." "That would be better, I think." He tried to fight down the vertigo from the quick movement of being brought up to Morgan's shoulder in an instant and stepped onto it when she let him go, allowing his hand to stick to her neck. "Alright, let's go." The girl nodded and checked the hallway. Finding it clear, she quickly made her way downstairs, her hand around Peter to keep him on her shoulder until it was safe. Checking again, all the adults were in the kitchen talking and laughing, not paying attention to the back door where the girl slipped out. Once they were outside, the teen inhaled deeply, a wide smile on his face. "This is amazing. It was never this clear in Queens, there was always a haze fog blocking the actual sky from being seen. This is beautiful." "Mm, it really is. The first time I came up here with daddy, Nate and I played in the hay in the barn for hours before we got in trouble and had to clean up the mess. So worth it, though." Morgan giggled at the memory. "Woah, so this is like, a real farm? Do they have cows?" "No, silly. There's no animals, but they do grow their own products to sell, like vegetable and grass to be made into hay for horses to eat. Violet said something about getting a horse of her own soon. That would be amazing, but daddy already has Gerald the Llama, and mommy hates him because he's always eating our berries." Peter laughed at that, moving to sit on the girl's shoulder, just taking in the view. Suddenly, an idea came to him. "Do you think, since this place is so off the grid, that we can maybe explore a little? See what's around here? Maybe you can show me things you used to do." He knew it was probably a bad idea, but the idea of being outside without moving around seemed incredibly dull and he needed to get some of his energy out. "Oh! Good idea! Should we tell someone though?" "No. They'll make us go inside, and I can't stand another second in doors right now, not when I've already seen out here." A breeze chose to kick up at that moment, bringing scents Peter had never had the pleasure of smelling before and he closed his eyes. He could stay out there forever. "All right. We'll be back soon, right?" The teen nodded to Morgan and the girl bounded down the steps and started walking and telling Peter all about her play dates with Nate and what they played. Soon they were near the edge of the property, far away from the house. Morgan was still talking when both of them heard a stick break behind them and Morgan stopped. Slowly she turned, only to stare up into the face of a smiling stranger. "Hello, little girl. I believe you have something of mine." The strange man reached for her shoulder with an orange stained hand, and Morgan let loose a scream.

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[selenecrawford]

The Odd Pair 10

Warning: Foul Language (lots of cursing)

Nobunaga had to intervene again with Selene when he heard how the conversation went down. He had to convinced both to sign a truce to work out their immediate situation in New York. Selene went shopping, bought at least 10 queen pillows and duck tape to use on the  bed at the apartment. Shingen remained emotionless at Selene's actions. He only attempted two more times to apologize to her before giving up for the moment. Feeling inside a nightmare, Selene only speak the necessary, outside that it was total silence.

Once the week was over, she took a commercial plane back home, without letting Shingen know. She left all the clothes, she bought. Shingen had to followed in order to keep the conditions of the  testament. Upon arriving home, he found the same barrier at the bed with Selene covered completely. This was worst than the beginning they had. Selene completely shut herself in. Spending as little time as possible on the house or near him. Frustrated, Shingen decided to visit his mother, to get a break. Kaede knew his son was in trouble the moment he entered the door. The bag on his eyes, and the lost look made her give him a heartwarming hug, taking him by the hand with her to the kitchen. Once she sit him on the table she started making, his favorite dessert, sweet buns.

“How is everything sweet heart?”

“Well, considering the situation I think good. Selene is a hard heard, obstinate,...” Shingen couldn't continue speaking, seeing Selene hurt and knowing that he was the cause was something he hated it deeply.

“What happened?” Kaede saw how Shingen's voice went off. Since he was a little boy he learned how to convince anyone he was a tough kid. But it was only with her that he could never put a facade.

“ I told something terrible to Selene and now she hates me.” he puts his chin on his hands sighing dejectedly.

“Did she said I hate you out loud?” Kaede caress his son's hair, feeling his pain.

“No, she didn't, yet.” Kaede smiled, giving his son a kiss on the cheek she said. “Then is not over. Come on, tell me what happened.”

Kaede put some sweet buns in front of him but Shingen, wasn't feeling hungry. He then gave his mother the story without the comment. Telling her the words will be like seeing how he stab Selene back. Kaede heard his son patiently, once he was done,she hugged him. “God, why is so complicated for you both telling that you love each other? Everyone can see it except you two.”

“Mom, I mean how can I...” his mother cut him off gently.

“Tell me something, does your heart skip a beat every time you see her smile? Do you miss her if you both are apart? If you see something the first thing that comes into your mind is her? If your answer is yes, my boy you are in deep.” Kaede chuckled affectionately.

Shingen hugged his mother feeling fortunate because he could reach her when things might look bad. Then he thought of Selene what might she be doing now alone at the house.

Selene took the opportunity to take some trash out from her former room, since she was alone at the house. Shingen let her know he was going to visit his mother. This time gave her opportunity to get  things that might get Shingen's attention. If they were on better terms she would had let it slide, but now... Giving a head shake, Selene tried not  to think about Shingen. The situation times was too stressful with Shingen trying to reach for her and she evading him at all costs. Unless it was strictly necessary, she didn't talk. Seeking to distract herself from the situation, Selene took several things she found not use for. Filling a box with them she went to the trashcan outside the house. The trashcan got full, but thankfully tomorrow the truck will be taking the trash so no problem there. Once she went back inside the house she found herself without anything else to do. Finding a bottle of whiskey she took a shot from the bottle. The liquor burn her throat and cough a bit, still the warm feeling was welcome. Compare to Masamune she was a bit tougher drinking, taking the bottle with her Selene went to the living room, she started to drink from the bottle while watching television. Soon the whiskey made her feel hot. Not caring if Shingen came back, She changes her clothes to a dark top and some shorts. From time to time she took some bites of a left over cookies she made. The combination of sugar and whiskey, made her feeling loose, less stress out. Soon she was drunk. Giggling, laughing or cursing at her thoughts of Shingen, Selene soon finished the bottle of whiskey.

Shingen went back home after feeling much better speaking with his mother. It was mid-afternoon and the house was in silence.

“Selene I'm home. Where are you?” Shingen went around the house looking.

“Well, well, well, yeah those were three, WHOA look who is here, hehehehe.” Selene's speech was a slurred with some giggling in the mix.

Shingen raised an eyebrow not understanding Selene's behavior.

“Selene are you ok?” when he got near her the stench of alcohol was evident. “Had you been drinking?”

“Bingo!! Ding DING DING DONG? Hahahaha, you won something, YESH, shhhhh,” Selene crunched down while lowering the voice. “You, I mean me? just a little bit. Buahhhh.!” by now she tried to get up only to loose balance and go forward.

Shingen took her by the arm to stabilize it. His sight went from her to the empty bottle of whiskey on the coffee table. His head filled with all types of alarms and questions? (“  Did she drank all the bottle?” Is she ok?” Oh boy she looks adorable being drunk” Wait that's not a question, focus Shingen, focus.”). Smiling softly, Shingen tried to get near her.

“Princess, why don't we go to the kitchen and drink some coffee with cookies?”

Selene eyed Shingen suspiciously, “Hmmmm, we run out of cookishh heeeehhhehehehe.” her voice went into a childlike tone, walking very wobbly, she took the cookie jar and said “Opps” then smirked until started laughing. She moved like she was walking on suspending cable at high altitude. “ I guess I have to make mooooarrr cookishhhh, shhhh. I'M ON IT!!!!” giggling like crazy she started walking in zig zag toward the kitchen. Shingen had to went behind her to prevent her from using anything around.

“Princess, let's make cookies, later. How about you sit and I'll make you some coffee? Yes?”  Shingen took her by the waist to stabilize her.

Selene suddenly went silent. A deep aspiration sound was heard from her. She hugged Shingen's waist.

“Why you have to be so highly fuckable? Is hard to hate you and shleeep with you ata same time. Yooouuuu are being unfair Takeda. You know how much I want to fuck you?” Selene raise her face up to him looking with big puppy eyes. Her face was flustered.

Shingen felt his face getting got, the tip of the ears also getting warmer. Selene has no filter, when she was drunk, making her completely adorable. Suddenly, she frowned, tears forming on her eyes.

“But you don't love me, do you? , you are just like the rest.” releasing her grip on him, with a pout she wobbled back to the table. With a dejected gesture and a pout on her face she sentenced. “No more fucking for you.” then she flipped her middle fingers to him now angry.

“Ahhhh cat, got your tongue ehhh??” giggling again Selene tried to dance but her movements were rough. Combine with her dizziness from being drunk she gave two dangerous, turns before landing sit at the floor. Her drunken laugh was alternated with giggles, snorts, smirks, then some sniffs began until she started to cry.

Shingen couldn't react to the way Selene was behaving. They say children and drunken people always were sincere. And that was true with Selene, the question she made was a slap to his face. Her eyes, looked hurt. By now, her cries were loud, Shingen pass a hand on his face trying to get out of shock of seeing Selene on this poor state. With a sigh he went and tried to pick her up from the floor.

“NO, you are a meanie, I can DO it!” Selene slapped Shingen's hand when he tried to get her. With difficulty she stood up then gave a couple of steps toward the kitchen sink. Hovering, over it, she started vomiting. Shingen, put one of his arms around her waist, while the other arm hold her hair from getting vomit. He stood there with her, until she was done. The effort weaken her, by now Shingen took a clean cloth to her face gently cleaning her. Still holding her from the waist, Selene reached for the faucet to wash her mouth. She leaned against Shingen, her face was scarlet from embarrassment.

“I'm sorry please don't kick me out.” her voice was muffled against his chest.

Shingen sighed giving her a kiss at the top of the head. Putting the cloth on the sink, he took Selene on his arms walking toward the bathroom. He stayed silent after Selene's request, he was having a hard time controlling his emotions. Once in the bathroom he gave her some private time to use the bathroom. After thirty minutes he called Selene but there was no response, taking a look inside he found her asleep on the bathroom rug naked. He made sure she was ok then filled the tub and entered with her to give her a quick bath to freshen her up. Once he was done he dried her then carried her to bed. The pillow barrier was there making him angry. He ripped the barrier out of the bed scattering the pillows on the floor. Selene was dead asleep. She didn't noticed when Shingen dressed her with a shirt and boy short panties. Laying her down on bed he went down stairs to cleaned up the mess at the kitchen then the bathroom. He took the trash bag outside. Lifting the lid he found a white scrap book on top of a box.

Curiosity took the best of him, taking the book he started looking at it. There were pictures of Selene each page narrating the story of how her dream wedding will be. Her dress, the ceremony, all the details were there. It was a simple gathering, yet the emotion on those were words written touch him, the details were charming. At one page she indicated that she will be letting her hair grow. The last page has only one question. “Where is the groom?” closing his eyes Shingen felt now worse than he already was feeling. Looking at the box there were pictures, photo albums of Selene and her father. As well as pictures of him with them. All these things were part of her childhood, yet she decided to throw it away. Shingen decided to take the box with all the contents. Opening his car he put them on the trunk. He will take it to his mother's house tomorrow. His heart was beating a beating faster, an urge to be near her to take her in his arms was growing. She wasn't alone, he was there. He closed the door, securing the house before going to the room. Selene was still sleeping. Changing into his pajamas he went shirtless to the bed. With caution, he took Selene on his arms. Kissing her head, caressing her softly. His mother's words, echoed thru his head.

(“You know you love someone when you want to be there no matter the situation. Good times, bad times, she could be completely drunk or in tears, yet your only though is to be there for her. Then that's the sign that you love her my boy.”) Selene cuddle against him resting her head on his chest. Resting his cheek on her head, Shingen closed his eyes. He realized that the only place he wanted to be was on that bed with Selene on his arms.

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Notes: Thank you as always. I like to give thanks because I’m grateful for this opportunity. For the warnings of you see something that might trigger you or upsets you please my apologies. Besides that, please enjoy this mad story lol. Thank you *grins* *bows in respect*

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I’m supposed to be working but instead I made a shameless self-insert maid persona, oh well.

Idk if Littletale is taken yet so if not, she works for the main lil’ 6, if so she just works for LittleFell. Her name is Mocha, and she was hired by Gaster but she can never quite remember his name so she calls him Sir or Doctor. Her masters are:

Brick (Red): A biter. He knows not to swear and actually keeps a pretty clean mouth when no one else is around, but as soon as adults are present he curses just to get her in trouble. Also, she can’t spank him because he gets too eager about it and it makes her uncomfortable. He mostly bites when he’s angry or upset, but sometimes he just does it... just because?? Sometimes it’s a twisted form of affection? Sometimes he just wants to taste blood? He’s a freaky little shit and a shitty little freak. He likes watching horror movies because he likes to s u f f e r and also he knows Mocha will cuddle him.

Soot (Black): A tiny tyrant. If you laugh at him or his name, he WILL put thumbtacks in your food. Most kids just SAY they’re going to kill you. Soot doesn’t play around. He pushes adults around and acts terrible because he knows they don’t like him, and when someone is nice to him he doesn’t believe them. He torments Mocha because he has a hard time accepting that she genuinely cares. He’s trying to see how far he can push her before she turns to hating him, while secretly hoping that she never will. (Because he’s a tsundere like that.) He likes horror movies because they make him feel tough compared to the others, but he secretly wants to be cuddled and knows Mocha will instinctively reach out for her babies when the atmosphere starts getting tense. (She’s a protective Mama Hen, and needs to know they’re okay before she’ll calm down herself.) He can’t ask for cuddles, so he “allows” her to cuddle him since she’s “such a big baby and all.”

Navy (Sans): Sleepy and generally undemanding, but tricky to manage. You have to word things like you’re coding a computer, because he WILL find a loophole in everything you say. He’s also occasionally argumentative and sometimes lashes out and causes problems for similar reasons as Soot, and because he’s been taught to fear humans and feels like Mocha needs to be punished for the war. That’s not a conscious act, and he usually feels bad about it but his boyish pride forbids formal apologies. Doesn’t like most physical contact but he likes to fall asleep against her leg a lot. It’s not intimate enough to embarrass him but it’s a subtle sign that he cares and trusts her. He won’t do this if they’re upset with each other. He likes documentaries and cartoons.

Tan (Papyrus): He is just a bundle of energy and joy! An accidental biter. He means no harm but he’s clumsy, and he’ll go in for head-bumps, nuzzles and kisses but forget to stop chattering away and he’ll end up nipping her. Then he cries until she reassures him that she’s okay. (Honestly? She barely feels it at this point. She’s so used to Brick’s bites that Tan’s might as well be flea bites.) He likes cartoons, and is basically enraptured by almost anything you put in front of him. Like, he will literally get sucked in and forget everything else the moment you set him in front of the TV.

Apricot (Orange): Lying thief trash. No, ma’am. He has no idea why the cookie jar is empty and the honey is all gone. He also lacks a sense of privacy for others and will get into Mocha’s things without asking. Troublesome child. Likes to mess with Mocha’s head and try her patience a lot. He enjoys mysteries, and he tends to solve the plot of the movie and sometimes spoils it for everyone else by giving the ending away. He writes stories with plot twists that are inconsistent with themselves. He’ll watch horror movies, but he’s the one that makes running commentary with Navy and tries to solve who the killer is, etc. as a means of hiding how nervous he actually is.

Periwinkle (Blue): Actually secretly a koala. But seriously though... he is cuddly and talkative and becomes vindictive if he feels like he’s being ignored. (I.e, he gets jealous if Mocha pays more attention to the others than to him.) He HATES horror movies but loves to be cuddled and comforted and doesn’t like being teased by the others, so he tries to be strong. He really likes princess movies, because he wants to be a prince. The others tease him about this, too.

Mocha was fired once. It didn’t last long. With the main six, she got packed and then was rehired on the spot because the children had thrown a monster tantrum and the only way to stop the chaos was to bring her back. For LittleFell: She unwittingly avoided getting killed that day. She was told to pack to keep her occupied and unsuspicious, and to make disposing of her personal belongings easier. She was promptly rehired and came back to greet the Mother of All Messes. Brick and Soot were triumphant. She was... tired, mostly. She had to clean and arrange for repairs to the property, and Doctor didn’t help a bit. He rarely checks in anyway... Once, she asked him to wear a nametag, but it just said “Dr.    “ and it gave her a headache, so they gave that up. Honestly, she’s more like a hostage nanny/maid than anything... the only way she’s EVER leaving is if she puts them down for a nap, slips out the back, and RUNS.

Ironically, because she’s a dorky intellectual and incredibly friendly and patient with the kids, she would actually have a crush on adult Red if they met. She’d just fight those feelings down into the pit of her soul because she knows better. Sans she might be more open to, but she’s too shy to say anything. Mostly, her entire life revolves around her charges and she doesn’t have time for much else. Also, it would be really weird to like them?? They’re the adult versions of her basically adopted sons?? She’s normally pretty soft-spoken but she DOES have a Mama Bear Mode, so beware. If she met the other maids, her protective nature would extend to them, too, because she’s the Mom Friend Tm and will protect ALL of them WITH HER LIFE. She will actually stand up for her charges ferociously, and sometimes Brick and Soot will purposely antagonize others into snapping at them or just straight-up frame them to watch her do this. In their messed up little edgy minds, this is the most brazen display of her love for them... her willingness to verbally tear someone to ribbons for upsetting them.

If she finds out about Savory’s episode in the attic or some of Red’s shenanigans, Master Sans and Master Red had better be ready to feel the hurt. Or at least get nagged really hard. And teleportation won’t save you, boys! She’ll chain you to staircase if she has to!! (Maaaaybe slightly sadomasochistic.) Constantly wearing bandaids, mostly because Brick will bite into the scabs if she doesn’t. In LittleFell she is covered in these. She is mostly deredere, with slight tsundere tendencies, and would rather teach the kids random fun facts about bugs and fish and parasites than math and history. Chunky because she stress eats. (Makes her a better cuddler!) She shares Navy’s selective dislike of touching. (She’ll allow certain people. And kids. That’s it.)

Nonviolent pacifist and physically weak, but if someone hurt her babies or was threatening them... if the only way to protect them was to kill a man... she’d kill him dead, make sure the kids are alright, then throw up.

In her mind, she calls them the “Chimney” “Beach” and “Summer” brothers.

#Maidsona #6S1M #WeLP #THIS IS A THING NOW

[masterlistcrawford]

The Odd Pair 10

Warning: Foul Language (lots of cursing)

Nobunaga had to intervene again with Selene when he heard how the conversation went down. He had to convinced both to sign a truce to work out their immediate situation in New York. Selene went shopping, bought at least 10 queen pillows and duck tape to use on the  bed at the apartment. Shingen remained emotionless at Selene’s actions. He only attempted two more times to apologize to her before giving up for the moment. Feeling inside a nightmare, Selene only speak the necessary, outside that it was total silence.

Once the week was over, she took a commercial plane back home, without letting Shingen know. She left all the clothes, she bought. Shingen had to followed in order to keep the conditions of the  testament. Upon arriving home, he found the same barrier at the bed with Selene covered completely. This was worst than the beginning they had. Selene completely shut herself in. Spending as little time as possible on the house or near him. Frustrated, Shingen decided to visit his mother, to get a break. Kaede knew his son was in trouble the moment he entered the door. The bag on his eyes, and the lost look made her give him a heartwarming hug, taking him by the hand with her to the kitchen. Once she sit him on the table she started making, his favorite dessert, sweet buns.

“How is everything sweet heart?”

“Well, considering the situation I think good. Selene is a hard heard, obstinate,…” Shingen couldn’t continue speaking, seeing Selene hurt and knowing that he was the cause was something he hated it deeply.

“What happened?” Kaede saw how Shingen’s voice went off. Since he was a little boy he learned how to convince anyone he was a tough kid. But it was only with her that he could never put a facade.

“ I told something terrible to Selene and now she hates me.” he puts his chin on his hands sighing dejectedly.

“Did she said I hate you out loud?” Kaede caress his son’s hair, feeling his pain.

“No, she didn’t, yet.” Kaede smiled, giving his son a kiss on the cheek she said. “Then is not over. Come on, tell me what happened.”

Kaede put some sweet buns in front of him but Shingen, wasn’t feeling hungry. He then gave his mother the story without the comment. Telling her the words will be like seeing how he stab Selene back. Kaede heard his son patiently, once he was done,she hugged him. “God, why is so complicated for you both telling that you love each other? Everyone can see it except you two.”

“Mom, I mean how can I…” his mother cut him off gently.

“Tell me something, does your heart skip a beat every time you see her smile? Do you miss her if you both are apart? If you see something the first thing that comes into your mind is her? If your answer is yes, my boy you are in deep.” Kaede chuckled affectionately.

Shingen hugged his mother feeling fortunate because he could reach her when things might look bad. Then he thought of Selene what might she be doing now alone at the house.

Selene took the opportunity to take some trash out from her former room, since she was alone at the house. Shingen let her know he was going to visit his mother. This time gave her opportunity to get  things that might get Shingen’s attention. If they were on better terms she would had let it slide, but now… Giving a head shake, Selene tried not  to think about Shingen. The situation times was too stressful with Shingen trying to reach for her and she evading him at all costs. Unless it was strictly necessary, she didn’t talk. Seeking to distract herself from the situation, Selene took several things she found not use for. Filling a box with them she went to the trashcan outside the house. The trashcan got full, but thankfully tomorrow the truck will be taking the trash so no problem there. Once she went back inside the house she found herself without anything else to do. Finding a bottle of whiskey she took a shot from the bottle. The liquor burn her throat and cough a bit, still the warm feeling was welcome. Compare to Masamune she was a bit tougher drinking, taking the bottle with her Selene went to the living room, she started to drink from the bottle while watching television. Soon the whiskey made her feel hot. Not caring if Shingen came back, She changes her clothes to a dark top and some shorts. From time to time she took some bites of a left over cookies she made. The combination of sugar and whiskey, made her feeling loose, less stress out. Soon she was drunk. Giggling, laughing or cursing at her thoughts of Shingen, Selene soon finished the bottle of whiskey.

Shingen went back home after feeling much better speaking with his mother. It was mid-afternoon and the house was in silence.

“Selene I’m home. Where are you?” Shingen went around the house looking.

“Well, well, well, yeah those were three, WHOA look who is here, hehehehe.” Selene’s speech was a slurred with some giggling in the mix.

Shingen raised an eyebrow not understanding Selene’s behavior.

“Selene are you ok?” when he got near her the stench of alcohol was evident. “Had you been drinking?”

“Bingo!! Ding DING DING DONG? Hahahaha, you won something, YESH, shhhhh,” Selene crunched down while lowering the voice. “You, I mean me? just a little bit. Buahhhh.!” by now she tried to get up only to loose balance and go forward.

Shingen took her by the arm to stabilize it. His sight went from her to the empty bottle of whiskey on the coffee table. His head filled with all types of alarms and questions? (“  Did she drank all the bottle?” Is she ok?” Oh boy she looks adorable being drunk” Wait that’s not a question, focus Shingen, focus.”). Smiling softly, Shingen tried to get near her.

“Princess, why don’t we go to the kitchen and drink some coffee with cookies?”

Selene eyed Shingen suspiciously, “Hmmmm, we run out of cookishh heeeehhhehehehe.” her voice went into a childlike tone, walking very wobbly, she took the cookie jar and said “Opps” then smirked until started laughing. She moved like she was walking on suspending cable at high altitude. “ I guess I have to make mooooarrr cookishhhh, shhhh. I’M ON IT!!!!” giggling like crazy she started walking in zig zag toward the kitchen. Shingen had to went behind her to prevent her from using anything around.

“Princess, let’s make cookies, later. How about you sit and I’ll make you some coffee? Yes?”  Shingen took her by the waist to stabilize her.

Selene suddenly went silent. A deep aspiration sound was heard from her. She hugged Shingen’s waist.

“Why you have to be so highly fuckable? Is hard to hate you and shleeep with you ata same time. Yooouuuu are being unfair Takeda. You know how much I want to fuck you?” Selene raise her face up to him looking with big puppy eyes. Her face was flustered.

Shingen felt his face getting got, the tip of the ears also getting warmer. Selene has no filter, when she was drunk, making her completely adorable. Suddenly, she frowned, tears forming on her eyes.

“But you don’t love me, do you? , you are just like the rest.” releasing her grip on him, with a pout she wobbled back to the table. With a dejected gesture and a pout on her face she sentenced. “No more fucking for you.” then she flipped her middle fingers to him now angry.

“Ahhhh cat, got your tongue ehhh??” giggling again Selene tried to dance but her movements were rough. Combine with her dizziness from being drunk she gave two dangerous, turns before landing sit at the floor. Her drunken laugh was alternated with giggles, snorts, smirks, then some sniffs began until she started to cry.

Shingen couldn’t react to the way Selene was behaving. They say children and drunken people always were sincere. And that was true with Selene, the question she made was a slap to his face. Her eyes, looked hurt. By now, her cries were loud, Shingen pass a hand on his face trying to get out of shock of seeing Selene on this poor state. With a sigh he went and tried to pick her up from the floor.

“NO, you are a meanie, I can DO it!” Selene slapped Shingen’s hand when he tried to get her. With difficulty she stood up then gave a couple of steps toward the kitchen sink. Hovering, over it, she started vomiting. Shingen, put one of his arms around her waist, while the other arm hold her hair from getting vomit. He stood there with her, until she was done. The effort weaken her, by now Shingen took a clean cloth to her face gently cleaning her. Still holding her from the waist, Selene reached for the faucet to wash her mouth. She leaned against Shingen, her face was scarlet from embarrassment.

“I’m sorry please don’t kick me out.” her voice was muffled against his chest.

Shingen sighed giving her a kiss at the top of the head. Putting the cloth on the sink, he took Selene on his arms walking toward the bathroom. He stayed silent after Selene’s request, he was having a hard time controlling his emotions. Once in the bathroom he gave her some private time to use the bathroom. After thirty minutes he called Selene but there was no response, taking a look inside he found her asleep on the bathroom rug naked. He made sure she was ok then filled the tub and entered with her to give her a quick bath to freshen her up. Once he was done he dried her then carried her to bed. The pillow barrier was there making him angry. He ripped the barrier out of the bed scattering the pillows on the floor. Selene was dead asleep. She didn’t noticed when Shingen dressed her with a shirt and boy short panties. Laying her down on bed he went down stairs to cleaned up the mess at the kitchen then the bathroom. He took the trash bag outside. Lifting the lid he found a white scrap book on top of a box.

Curiosity took the best of him, taking the book he started looking at it. There were pictures of Selene each page narrating the story of how her dream wedding will be. Her dress, the ceremony, all the details were there. It was a simple gathering, yet the emotion on those were words written touch him, the details were charming. At one page she indicated that she will be letting her hair grow. The last page has only one question. “Where is the groom?” closing his eyes Shingen felt now worse than he already was feeling. Looking at the box there were pictures, photo albums of Selene and her father. As well as pictures of him with them. All these things were part of her childhood, yet she decided to throw it away. Shingen decided to take the box with all the contents. Opening his car he put them on the trunk. He will take it to his mother’s house tomorrow. His heart was beating a beating faster, an urge to be near her to take her in his arms was growing. She wasn’t alone, he was there. He closed the door, securing the house before going to the room. Selene was still sleeping. Changing into his pajamas he went shirtless to the bed. With caution, he took Selene on his arms. Kissing her head, caressing her softly. His mother’s words, echoed thru his head.

(“You know you love someone when you want to be there no matter the situation. Good times, bad times, she could be completely drunk or in tears, yet your only though is to be there for her. Then that’s the sign that you love her my boy.”) Selene cuddle against him resting her head on his chest. Resting his cheek on her head, Shingen closed his eyes. He realized that the only place he wanted to be was on that bed with Selene on his arms.

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Notes: Thank you as always. I like to give thanks because I’m grateful for this opportunity. For the warnings of you see something that might trigger you or upsets you please my apologies. Besides that, please enjoy this mad story lol. Thank you *grins* *bows in respect*

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