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tiifalockhart · 3 years

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The Aftermath

Request: Hi there! Can I request a scenario for Tseng where his s.o (who is also a turk, if that's okay) comes back from a mission hurt and he take care of and comforts them?

Tseng x Reader oneshot

Warnings: Mentions of blood, fighting, death

Word Count: 1k

A/N: hiii this is my first official post on this blog!! I hope you enjoy this. Feedback is appreciated <3

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Ah, another day in the life of a Turk. Working for Shinra’s Investigation Sector of the General Affairs Department, or cleanup crew for short, had its perks. They might be few, but they existed. One perk would be the family-like bond that’s formed with the other Turks, spending every day with them, going through training, seeing the same things as them that would typically traumatize any regular person. It was difficult, to say the least. The hardest part was getting used to it, knowing that you either had to grow used to it, or risk dying because you knew too much. There was no such thing as just... Leaving the Turks.

So, that’s exactly what led to your bond with Tseng. It didn’t feel quite like the others you shared with the other Turks. After the “disappearance” of Veld, you and Tseng had grown rather close. It was a curious dynamic, his quiet and serious personality with your timid and closed-off nature, there didn’t seem to be much in common at first. However, the way Tseng took Veld’s death was of another kind. You had never seen his calm persona break until then. It hit him like a brick, the weight of his assassination and the trauma that came with it. In the end, you two began to live together, spend much more time together. Tseng quickly realized that he would rather be with you, than by himself or with anyone else, and with your caring nature, you opened your arms for him with a sad smile on your face, and whispered those soft words: “It’s going to be okay.”

The two of you worked together often, every mission was a success when you two worked together. It was a miracle to Shinra’s eyes when their enemies and persons of interest fell with zero traces. Information came out of victims much easier when you two were put in charge. Nothing ever went wrong. Until, you were assigned to a different partner.

Reno wasn’t much for work, he enjoyed messing around and taking the easy way out. It didn’t bother you much, you weren’t stubborn enough to even bother fighting his attitude. Cleanup crew was easy tonight, it was simply just some Corneo lackeys in Sector 6 that needed to be taught a lesson. Unfortunately, Reno’s mouth got you both in trouble, instead of thinking before speaking, he spit on one of them and cursed him, which caused the lackeys to overreact (much like their leader would).

It was a tough fight, considering that they outnumbered you and Reno significantly. By the end of the fighting, you wanted nothing more than to drag Reno through the dirt. But... Something hurt. You stared down at your blood soaked sleeve, surprise and confusion written all over your face. How the hell had that happened? Reno nearly went pale when he saw blood dripping from your fingertips, immediately causing him to panic. “Shit, Tseng is definitely gonna kill me now.”

So, much like any other night, you returned home. This time, you were leaning against Reno who was profusely apologizing before he even saw Tseng. The black haired male had been relaxing on the couch at home, waiting for your arrival to start dinner. His expression went through so many emotions at once, first surprise and confusion, before slowly contorting to disappointment and annoyance. He wrapped your good arm around his shoulder and guided you to the guest bedroom, dismissing Reno as the redhead cried for forgiveness.

It wasn’t awful. Just a knife wound, it was easily fixable since it wasn’t extremely deep. After cleaning and stitching it up, Tseng stared down at you, the smallest evidence of worry in his eyes. “How are you feeling?” He asked, his voice smooth and calm. You cracked a weak smile and sighed.

“I’ve been through worse. Sitting through the President’s meetings are more painful.” You joked, lightening the mood. Although, that wasn’t how you really felt. Tseng noticed the way your smile left your lips in an instance, taking note of it as he wrapped your arm with bandages.

“You know...You still give away your feelings too easily.” Tseng stated. To anyone else, it would have sounded insensitive. To you, it was him telling you to speak your mind. You sighed and smiled sadly, furrowing your brows.

“I wish that we didn’t have to kill. Or, at least I wish we questioned before we killed. I don’t particularly enjoy searching out people who could possibly be innocent.” You muttered, sitting up once Tseng finished wrapping up your arm.

“Are you trying to tell me that Corneo’s men are innocent?” He asked, you noticed the traces of a smirk on his lips. You rolled your eyes, knowing that he was definitely joking.

“Of course not... But I mean, like, other people. What if it was just all a misunderstanding? I don’t know if what I’m saying makes sense.” You sighed in defeat, looking up at Tseng as his fingers brushed through your hair gently.

He sighed and shook his head. “I wish I knew how to comfort you, but even I’m not sure if some of the people we assassinate are innocent.” Tseng murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “It’s something that we just grow to live with, even if it’s painful. I have faith that you know how to judge someone by now.” He explained quietly. You simply nodded in response, unsure of what to say next.

Tseng took this as a sign to make you feel better. He stood and tied up his hair. “How about this: you stay here and pick something out to watch, I’ll make dinner, and then we can eat and cuddle.” He said, planning out the rest of their night as if it were an assigned mission. Had anyone else witnessed this, it would have been hilarious, but you found it the sweetest thing.

“That sounds like an excellent plan.” You whispered in response, smiling warmly at him. With that, Tseng took off to the kitchen, throwing together a quick, yet wonderful meal while you managed to find something to watch. After convincing Tseng to watch your favorite rom-com, the two of you ate together, then cuddled the rest of the night, before quickly falling asleep together before the movie could even end.

I suppose Tseng could consider this a mission accomplished.

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cynicallystiles · 3 years

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Seasons of Love: The One with the Cabin

Disclaimer: Moodboard made by me. Pictures found on Google!

Author: @cynicallystiles

Request: @itrocksmysocks basically requested this by making me obsessed with the triplets a year ago.

Warning: Swearing. Slight sexual content.

Notes: Chapter four is here! The whole thing still isn’t finished ahead of time like I wanted. Annnnndd I’m already falling behind schedule lol! Thanks for your patience! Please COMMENT/REBLOG if you enjoy it!

Pairing: Kallie Hayes (OC) x Mendes Triplets

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Chapter Three Chapter Five

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"Kalliope!" The sound of her name accompanied by excessive knocking stirs her awake abruptly.

She startles and rolls off the bed onto the floor. "Ah! Jesus, fuck!" She groans and sits up, rubbing her shoulder.

"Is everything okay?" Her sister asks through the door, and Kallie can hear the amusement in her tone.

Pulling herself upright, she glances at the bed and sees Shawn's smooth, muscular back. "Fuck," she mumbles, barely holding in a laugh. "Uh...yeah! I just tripped getting out of bed!" She calls back with a little chuckle.

"It's nine right now, goober. Figured you'd want to be up in time to shower and help with breakfast," Cassie chuckles before her footsteps recede down the hallway.

Releasing a breath of air, Kallie turns back to the bed to find two brown eyes looking at her. "Jeez!" She gasps and closes her eyes to normalize her fast-beating heart. "When did you wake up?" She asks when she opens her eyes again.

"Hard to sleep with all the noise around here," Shawn teases. He rolls over and stands, allowing the sheets to slide off of his almost naked body. Kallie's eyes watch his muscles tighten as he stretches his arms above his head. "I can feel that ya know," he laughs.

She scoffs and stands to make her bed as he finds his clothes. "No, you can't," she argues with warm cheeks as she finds a loose shirt to pull over her shoulders. "I told you you weren't supposed to sleep here!" She groans and starts pushing him toward the window.

"Hey!" He protests as she gets the rope ladder. "You're the one who told me to hold you more," he reminds her and opens the window quietly.

As she secures the ladder to the window and rolls it down the side of the house, her eyebrows furrow. "No, I didn't," she denies, focused on making sure he won't injure himself.

"Yeah, Kal, ya did," he insists while hanging halfway out of the window.

Kallie shakes her head. "Well, I don't remember. Now, go! Before, anyone sees you," she giggles and places her palm flat against his forehead to push him down the ladder.

Shawn quietly enters through his front door and tries to sneak upstairs. His foot doesn't even hit the first step when a voice behind him makes him jump. "Where the hell have you been?" Turning, he sees Peter and Raul entering from the living room.

"Just went for a morning jog," he chuckles nervously.

Peter squints at his attire and crosses his arms. "You don't look like you went for a jog," he accuses suspiciously after seeing no sweat despite him wearing pants and a hoodie in hot weather.

"It was a light jog," he shrugs innocently, "didn't want to stink too much for breakfast since you two always take the hot water."

Raul rolls his eyes and shoves his hands in the pockets of his shorts. "Well, I showered last night. So, there's water left to clean up before we head over," he explains casually.

"Wait," Shawn stops leaning against the railing and takes a step forward. "You never shower at night," he states in confusion.

He just shrugs. "Yeah. Kal and I got a little messy last night," he chuckles and heads back into the living room, ignoring the twitch of Shawn's eye.

The boys arrive at Kallie's just as she's setting down the final plate of food on the table. Her hair is still damp around her shoulders from the shower, barely curling as it dries. Conversation flows chaotically while the boys catch up with Cassie and her moms.

Shawn catches Kallie's eyes as she takes the last sip of her almond milk. She asks him what's up by pinching her brows together. He nods subtly toward the kitchen. Concerned, she stands up.

"I'm gonna start clearing the dirty dishes," she informs everyone as she gathers some plates.

Shawn follows suit. "I'll help," he offers.

"But, cleanup is my thing," Peter points out in confusion.

Patting his shoulder, Shawn takes the dishes he's holding around the table. "Relax, for once. I've got it covered." He disappears into the kitchen after her.

"What's going on?" She asks in a hushed tone as she leans on the counter next to the sink.

Setting the dishes in the sink, he crosses his arms and turns to her. "What exactly did you and Raul get up to last night?" He sighs.

A chuckle slips past her lips before she sees the distraught in his eyes. "We just got ice cream and went to the park," she explains with a shrug.

"And that's it?"

Kallie lets her mouth part in surprise. "Should there be something else I don't remember?" She didn't like the accusation in his tone and Shawn's increasing jealousy was starting to irritate her.

"No," he deadpans, looking out the window above the sink. "It's just that Raul said you guys got messy but you didn't have dirt or anything on you when I came over."

Kallie clicks her tongue and scrunches up her face. "Are you kidding me?" She rolls her eyes and crosses her arms as well. "We got a little childish and were fighting with the ice cream, Shawn."

"But, you-" he begins but she inhales deeply and he cuts himself off.

"I got it in his hair, but he only got it on my arms. It was easy to wash off in the sink before you came," she scoffs.

He drops his arms and steps toward her. "Sorry, I just-"

"I know what 'you just'," she sighs in disappointment. "You can't keep getting jealous every time I hang out with him. Or Peter."

Looking at his feet, he mumbles, "I know."

"I think we should pause this," she declares quietly.

He quickly looks up to meet her eyes. "What? No! I'll stop being jealous. I'll-"

"It's not about that," she lies. She could feel things getting complicated between them and she didn't want that. "We're gonna be at the cabin all summer and there won't be time for it anyway. I don't want to ruin our last summer there with the drama if we get found out."

Nodding slowly, Shawn starts to calm down a little. "That makes sense. But, what about when we go back to university? I mean, we all still live together," he points out.

"I haven't thought that far ahead yet," she admits. "I guess we'll cross that bridge when we come to it." As Kallie finishes her sentence, Peter wanders into the kitchen. "What's up?" She asks with a gentle smile, causing Shawn to look toward the door.

He shuffles shyly toward them, causing her to giggle. "It felt weird sitting out there not doing the dishes with you," he admits with a small grin.

"Then, come help me, Penguin. Shawn is terrible at rinsing," she teases. Shawn meets her eyes with a silent look of fading sadness as Peter sidles up close to her with an enormous grin at one of her many cute nicknames for him. He watches them bump shoulders and giggle before leaving with a sigh.

Later in the day, the boys help load Kallie's bags in the back of Shawn's Jeep before they start their trip to the lake. After hugging her moms and Cassie, they all head out of the house.

"Lemme guess...Kallie gets front seat as always," Raul teases, heading for the backseat.

Shawn nods with a cheeky grin, but Kallie also heads for the backseat. "Actually, I wanted to share the back with Peter..." She sneaks a glance at Shawn who has shock written on his face. He's worried that this 'pause' might be about more than she's letting on.

"Why though?" He clears his throat as Peter catches up to them after saying extended goodbyes to her family.

She shrugs while Raul is already riding shotgun. "This time we're learning sign language." Kallie then looks at Peter as she teases, "We've only got around two weeks left to become fluent."

His eyes flit between Shawn and her, picking up on the unsaid tension between them. He's quiet. But, he's not stupid. Peter lets his features melt into a smile that puts Kallie at ease.

"Sweet!" Peter jostles her by the shoulders excitedly before opening the door for her. With a small glance at Shawn, she gets in the backseat. "Wait...is the sign for 'cabin' this...or...this?" He asks to distract her from whatever is upsetting her. She chuckles as he slides in next to her practicing two gestures that look similar, but neither are anywhere close to meaning 'cabin'.

Clenching his jaw, Shawn slides into the driver's seat and pulls out of the driveway. The usually short two-hour drive to Muskoka was going to feel a lot longer without Kallie up front with him.

The first time that the Mendes' took Kallie to their beautiful cabin at Lake Muskoka was the December after she had first met the boys. Before she was allowed to go, their parents had to meet her parents. They ended up getting along so well that they invited her parents and her sister along as well.

After finally pulling up next to the cabin, Shawn flings off his seatbelt and races toward the door. "I gotta use the bathroom!"

Both of their parents chuckle. "We told you not to drink a whole hot chocolate before we even left Pickering, son," Manny reminds him playfully.

The adults work on unloading the bags, while the rest of the kids pile out of the vehicles. Kallie's eyes are immediately drawn to the lake nearby, covered in white. "Woah," she breathes out, a little intimidated by how big it is.

"You remembered your skates right?" Peter asks from a few steps behind her. She nods silently, not wanting to say that they all had to go out and buy new ones for this trip.

Before Peter can make more conversation, Karen calls out to them, "Lunchtime first! Then, you can skate all you want!"

"I'm starving!" Kallie declares with a giggle as she loops her arm through his. He's a bit surprised but he doesn't say anything as they walk quickly back into the house.

Peter is helping Kallie shed her coat just when Shawn comes back from the restroom. "Kallie, come sit next to me! I'll share my Oreos with you," he entices her.

"Oh, okay!" She says with a small glance at Peter. Shawn is so excited that he runs to the dining room without looking back to save their seats. Leaning toward Peter, she whispers conspiratorially, "You can sit on my other side if you want."

He nods happily and they join everyone else for a quick but filling lunch. Raul is the first to finish. He practically flings his dishes in the sink before issuing a challenge. "Last one on the ice is a loser!"

There's a brief second of silence before the sounds of chairs scraping on wood and dishes clanging overlap. Each one hurries to put their dishes in the sink and get their winter gear back on. Shawn is second out the door not long after Raul, both carrying their hockey skates by the laces.

Cassie and Kallie are neck in neck as they fly through the door in their many layers with brand new ice skates in their mittened hands. They get to the edge of the lake and make quick work of changing their footwear. Cassie throws herself onto the ice in third place, not even caring that she has no idea how to work the skates.

When Kallie knots her last lace, she stands up and puts her mittens back on to dust off the snow on her jeans. She hesitates at the edge, uncertain of how to get started. Her right blade almost touches the ice when she hears the door close in the distance. She looks back to realize that Peter wasn't racing with everyone else.

He takes his time to make his way to the lake while the grownups file out of the cabin behind him. They go about getting the fire pit going so they would all have somewhere to warm up in between activities.

Peter has a bag slung over his shoulder that looks a lot like the one he keeps his drawing stuff in. Kallie was going to wait for him to catch up, but Shawn skids to a stop mere inches from her.

"Let's go, Kal!" He urges and takes her hand to pull her onto the ice. "Once you get going, it'll feel easy!" She tries to protest as he pulls her further onto the ice, too far away from the bank to leap to safety.

Her skates glide along easily as Shawn skates backward, pulling her by the hands. She looks up to see Raul skating in a figure eight, while her older sister seems to be catching on fast. Raul breaks his formation to speed past and bump Shawn's shoulder.

"Hey! I'm gonna get you for that!" Without thinking, he lets go of Kallie's hands to chase after Raul.

She automatically bends over slightly to gain some kind of balance, arms outstretched in front of her in case she falls. Slowly, she pushes off one foot to slide a little faster. An excited giggle escapes her as she continues to practice this in a safe little circle.

Deciding that she's got the basics down, she stands up straight. Her arms stay poised to catch her if something bad happens but she manages to skate in a wider circle. She picks up speed and feels the cold wind whip at her face.

A little further ahead, she sees that her path is going to cross with Shawn and Raul's. The two of them were done with tag and were now racing in a circle. This makes Kallie realize very urgently that no one taught her how to stop.

Panicking, she tries to veer to the left. The tip of her skate catches a chip in the ice and sends her sprawling toward the bank of the lake. She sits up with a hiss, clutching the knee that took most of the impact.

"Kalliope!" She turns toward the sound of her name and finds Peter gliding toward her from the bank. She watches the way he tips his foot upward to use the back of his blade as a brake. He squats down beside her and looks at her knee. "Are you okay?"

She purses her lips and looks away, embarrassed about the crash and burn. "Yeah, it's just scraped," she mumbles, noticing his drawing materials scattered around his bag as if he dropped them in a hurry.

"Then, let's go again," he replies simply and stands up while holding out his hands for her. Kallie turns her head sharply toward him. "I promise I won't let go of you until you want me to."

His reassuring but crooked smile made all of her embarrassment go away. He doesn't care that she's bad at skating. It also made her happy that he would stop doing his favorite thing to teach her how to skate. So, she grabs his hands and lets him help her up.

Peter begins explaining all the "do's and dont's" of skating on lake ice. Apparently, it's different from skating rink ice. He tells her a fun fact about penguins and she laughs, bringing Shawn's attention back to her once again.

He skates over quickly and takes her hand that's not clutching Peter's forearm. "I can teach her from here! You probably want to go back to drawing anyway," he dismisses Peter.

"I don't wanna slow you down," she offers. "You play with Raul while I learn the ropes and tomorrow you can teach me hockey!" He looks at her skeptically, glancing to Peter on the other side of her who is pretending to be very interested in his skates. "Promise."

He nods. "Okay, if you're sure..." Kallie smiles in return and Shawn can't help but smile back. "Be careful, okay?"

"Always, duh," she teases before turning back to Peter. Shawn hears the conversation fade as Peter leads her around the lake. "So, penguins really build nests out of rocks?" She laughs.

He nods with a chuckle before spending the better part of two hours patiently teaching her how to skate. Once he's sure she's got it, he lets go and watches her glide ahead of him. She's so enraptured in skating that it takes a minute to realize he's not holding her hand.

Kallie immediately digs her heel into the ice and turns back. "Hey!" She crosses her arms with a pout as he skates up to her.

"What?" He laughs, "you were doing amazing!"

Her lip quivers the slightest bit and she avoids looking directly at him. "You promised you wouldn't let go," she murmurs.

"Kalliope," Peter breathes out her full name guiltily, "I'm really sorry. You were just doing so good and that's how mom and dad taught us how to ride bikes...so I figured..." he trails off with a shrug.

She sniffles and he's unsure if it's because she's sad or because of the cold. "Don't do it again," she pleads before carefully unfolding her arms to her sides.

"Promise," he instinctually replies. She raises her eyebrows at him. "For real this time." Peter grins and takes her hand tightly in his. Kallie can't help but smile as he pulls her along the edge of the lake.

"Moms! Look! I'm doing it!" She yells in excitement at her mothers. They both get up and quickly make their way to the edge of the lake with their cameras.

Proud looks cross their faces as they capture the two of them skating close together, hands tightly clutching each other. Manny and Karen come up behind them and share a knowing adult look. Cassie skates over to get in the pictures before Raul and Shawn join. Soon there's a picture of the five of them all wrapped around each other that they have framed and hanging on the living room wall of the cabin.

Kallie runs her fingers along the wooden frame of that picture in the living room, in the exact space on the wall that it's been hanging for about twelve years. She grins momentarily, the nostalgia quickly fading to sadness as the reality of it all hits her. This is probably the last summer they're gonna spend together here.

As the door creaks open and the boys clatter inside with arms full of bags and laughing, she shakes herself out of the sad mood. "I could've helped carry my stuff in, ya know!" She chuckles and moves to close the door behind them.

"That is absolutely not happening on our watch!" Shawn spouts nonsense while he struggles to keep a grip on her duffles.

She nods empathetically before taking them out of his hands with zero effort. "Seems like you need to hit the gym, Mendes," she digs at him as he automatically stands up straighter without the extra weight of her bags.

Kallie makes her way upstairs toward the bedrooms while the boys stare after her. "How is she doing that?" Shawn muses out loud and with a little envy.

"When did she get more ripped than you, bro?" Raul teases to Shawn's chagrin.

Peter interrupts as he walks backward toward the stairs. "She's always been able to carry her weight. You two have just always been too busy staring at her ass to notice." With a smirk, he spins around and jogs up the stairs, bags slung over his shoulders.

"Okay..." Shawn stretches out the word. "But, when did the runt start lifting like that?" Raul laughs out loud while he jostles Shawn's shoulders and shoves him toward the stairs.

When they were younger, the boys would share one room, the girls another, and both sets of parents had one to themselves. Since they're here by themselves, each could have their own for the whole summer. Kallie stands in the hallway debating which one to take as the boys catch up to her.

"What are you doing?" Raul questions with a chuckle. "Unpack so we can hit the lake before dark!"

She looks between the four doors and then the three boys. "Who's staying in what room, though?"

"Well, which one do you want?" Peter asks her and she quirks her brows together.

"Whichever one is left after you guys pick." She says it so simply. Like it's the most obvious thing in the world. The boys loved that about her. She always made sure they were taken care of.

"Dibs on mom and dad's old room, then!" Raul shouts before taking off toward the end of the hall.

"No fair!" Shawn shouts after him.

"I'm the oldest! Of course, it's fair!" He calls back.

Peter chimes in with a laugh. "Technically, Kallie is the oldest! But, whatever!" He shrugs.

"Guess I'll take our old room," Shawn sighs, unhappy with being cheated out of the master bedroom.

As he wanders back in the direction of the stairs, Peter touches Kallie's elbow gently. "You okay?" She'd gone quiet since looking at the door to the girls' old room.

"Mhm," she takes a deep breath and zones back in on Peter's concerned look, "promise." She forces a small smile.

"You can have the room your moms used," he offers kindly. "I don't mind staying in the smallest one."

When she glances back at the door, she can't bring herself to disagree. "Thank you..." she says quietly. He nods in understanding. "I haven't been able to go in there since..."

"I know." He takes her hand and squeezes it before going to settle into his room. She stands there for a second more before heading to her moms' old room and unpacking briefly.

That room holds a lot of memories for her. For all of them really. Not all of them good ones, though. She finds her favorite swimsuit and throws it on before putting her hair in a single braid. Meeting the boys out front, she doesn't fail to notice how all of their gazes linger on the dips and curves of her body. She shakes it off and heads to the water with them in tow.

Later that night after everyone's showered and dinner was long over, she sits on the bed in her room scrolling through Pinterest for new recipes to try. A knock draws her attention to the doorway where Raul leans against it.

"Hey," she sets her phone in her lap, "need something?"

He shrugs, almost stepping into the room but hesitating. "Just wanted to make sure you're doing okay," he confesses. Kallie takes a deep breath. "We haven't been back here since senior year..."

"Yeah, I know," she deadpans and looks toward the window. She closes her eyes and sighs. "Sorry. Thank you, I'm fine."

This time, he doesn't hesitate to enter and sit at the edge of her bed. "You don't have to apologize. It's okay to not be fine." He sets his ringed hand atop her knee over the blanket.

"I know," Kallie pauses, "I know that." She sounds like she's trying to convince herself more than him. "It just feels wrong to not be fine, ya know?" She shrugs and plays with the yarn of the blanket.

He chuckles lightly. "It's also okay to be fine." She glances at him before he continues. "I know you miss her. But, you can miss her and move on. Lin wouldn't want you to be sad forever. That's not who she was," he comforts her.

"I don't wanna move on, Raul," she whimpers finally and reaches her arms out to him. He instantly brings his arms around her waist and squeezes her tight.

"That was a poor choice of words on my part," he admits into her hair. "I meant..." he pauses, struggling for the right thing to say as he rubs her back soothingly.

Kallie rubs her nose along his neck and he stills. "I know what you meant." She sniffles and pulls back from him, wiping at her wet eyes. "Thank you."

"I'm just down the hall if you need anything," he promises as he gets up. She smiles softly at him as he leans in and kisses her forehead. Sighing at the soft gesture, her eyes close in response. "Night, Kit Kat."

She fights a grin. "Night, Playboy."

Kallie lays back on her pillows as Raul leaves. She's about to turn out the lights when Shawn walks by toward his room. "Hey," she calls softly. He freezes and backtracks a few steps to be in the open doorway.

"Hey, Kal," he replies while sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. Her eyes flick to his chest and his lack of a shirt before reeling in her thoughts. "Everything okay?"

He heads into her room and closes the door behind him by habit. Her eyes widen and he realizes what he did. Shawn turns back to open it but she stops him. "It's okay, you can leave it closed," she chuckles.

"Right..." He makes his way over to her and sits gingerly on the bed. For a minute, they just sit in silence. It stretches on awkwardly since they haven't really talked since she asked for a 'pause' on their pact. "I'm really sor-"

"I just wanted to-" They both pause after talking over each other and giggle. "You go." She nudges his hand with hers, leaving it close by but not touching.

He nods. "I just wanted to say I'm sorry for how I acted this morning," he begins timidly. "It was wrong of me to accuse you of anything and to not trust you."

"It's okay," Kallie responds automatically even though Shawn shakes his head. "No, it really is. I get the whole sibling jealousy thing. It's not as intense with my sister but I get it," she chuckles and he cracks a grin. "You're all my best friends and I don't want to cause trouble between you three..."

Shawn sighs. "Is that why you paused us?" He questions. Slowly, she nods and he closes his eyes to compose himself. "Thank god," he breathes out. When he opens his eyes, she has a confused look on her face. "I'm relieved that it's not because of me or something," he laughs.

"No!" She laughs too. "I guess I just wanted to cut it off before any complications started messing with our Musketeer dynamic." His eyebrows scrunch together, wondering what she meant by that. "Never mind," she scoffs, changing the subject, "I'm glad we cleared this up though, eh?"

He blinks a couple of times, his mind trying to find what exactly has been 'cleared up.' "So, this means..." Shawn stalls, hopefully sending the message for her to finish the sentence.

She giggles and finishes it, "That once we go back to Toronto...we can unpause." His lips pull into an elated grin, causing her cheeks to blush for no reason. "We're all gonna be really busy, but if our schedules allow...then, yes. We can unpause," she informs him.

"Yes!" He cheers before catching himself and regaining composure. Clearing his throat, he responds, "I mean, thank you. I would very much like that. And I promise to keep my jealousy in check from now on."

Kallie nods like it's an appropriate response. "As you should," she giggles.

"I'm gonna leave before you change your mind," he declares. Before he does, Shawn leans in and places his lips on hers briefly but passionately. He pulls back with a knowing look. "Just to leave you wanting more until the next time, eh," he teases as he practically sprints to the door.

She throws a pillow at him and misses. "Goodnight, you heathen!" He rolls his eyes and disappears down the hall.

After a moment, Kallie turns out her light and closes her eyes to go to sleep. She tosses and turns for a while before throwing the blankets off of her in frustration. She grabs her phone and unplugs her charger from the wall before creeping down the hallway.

Quietly, she raps her knuckles on the bedroom door a few times. A few seconds pass and she hears him call out in a whisper-yell, "It's open!" She carefully opens the door, trying not to make it creak, and peeks her head in.

"Hi." She hesitates in the doorway, looking around and then at her feet. Taking a deep breath, she tip-toes in, closing the door behind her with a light 'click.'

Peter turns his book over and lays it open in his lap when he realizes she just walked into the room she hasn't step foot in in almost four years. "Hey, Kalliope." She smiles softly as her full name leaves his lips. Kallie doesn't know why, but he's always called her by her full name. And he's the only one who does.

"I forgot to bring Copper," she admits, dragging her feet as she walks toward the bed. Silently, he flips the blankets over so she can crawl in next to him. He knows she can never sleep without her stuffed fox. The only way she can is if she can cuddle someone in his place.

Kallie quickly tosses him her charger to plug in. Then with a childlike grin, she crawls over him to settle in under the blankets. Peter looks away as the T-shirt that she's wearing lifts up, exposing her underwear slightly. He didn't want to, but he notices that they were men's boxer briefs and he has to stifle a laugh. Kallie always prefers comfort over anything else, gender norms be damned.

She's about to cuddle into his side when she realizes that he's shirtless. Swallowing slightly, she tries not to rake her eyes over his smooth chest and the way his butterfly tattoo accentuates his bicep. You wouldn't know it when he's wearing his sweaters, but Peter stays fit.

"I can put on a shirt if it'd make you more comfortable." He snaps her out of her daze when he notices her staring.

Kallie quickly makes her eyes meet his warm caramel ones. "No, you don't have to do that," she breathes out, "I was honestly just thinking about the last time I saw you shirtless."

"Oh..." A blush crawls along his neck and up to his cheeks. "It's been a minute, eh?" He chuckles. She tips her head to the side and pulls up one shoulder in a shrug with a giggle.

With a comfortable atmosphere, she scoots closer and he lifts his arm to make more room. Kallie leans up and kisses him on his cheek, lingering a second longer than usual. He breathes in deeply, notes of cherry blossom drifting from her hair. When she pulls back she looks at him for a second before laying her head down on his chest.

He makes sure she's comfortable before pulling the blankets back up and positioning his book so that he can hold it with one hand. His other gently caresses her side and rubs circles into her back. Peter begins to read out loud even though Kallie doesn't know what the book is about. Truthfully, she never cares. She likes him reading out loud to her because of the sound of his voice mixing with his heartbeat under her ear.

Occasionally, he lifts his hand up to play with her hair or run his fingers along her scalp. She hums contently and cuddles closer when he does. He finishes his chapter and sets the book on the nightstand before turning out the light. He wraps both arms around her and settles into the pillows.

His hand finds hers in the darkness laces their fingers together. Carefully, he brings her knuckles to his lips and lets them linger there. When he's finished, he rubs her knuckles with his thumb. "Goodnight, Kalliope," he whispers, assuming she's asleep.

Kallie's head nuzzles his chest and he feels her lips brush the skin of his collarbone before pressing in for a long moment. She angles her head up to his ear and whispers back, "Goodnight, Peppermint."

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bangchanshehe · 4 years

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Play With Me pt. 5

Summary:You had a one sided love with your best friend Taehyung, but Jungkook was pursuing his one sided love for you. One night of sexual frustration causes for your relationships with one another turn upside down.

Jungkook X Taehyung X OC

All of the members and staff immediately got back to work, taking shot after shot of Taehyung and checking the images on the display LED to make sure that they captured the perfect image before moving on. As you walked closer to the set you noticed the image board, and editors going through each member’s images to find the perfect one. The board was dark, but bright at the same time and the boy’s each brought their own flare and mood to the set.

For instance, Yoongi was already pretty dark and serious so his images came out extra well since that was already the mood of the set. Namjoon seemed handsome and noble standing and sitting in straight and upright poses. Hoseok seemed sad almost, as if he was tired and exhausted. Jin seemed mysterious and strong as he posed in more dark and abandoned places. Jimin seemed lustful as he posed in different poses that elongated his body and glared at the camera as if it were his prey. Jungkook seemed like the bad boy next door who hung out in dangerous places for fun. And as you looked at Tae’s incoming images you took a deep breath.

Tae had a bored look on his face, but with his dark hair and the dark backgrounds he looked like he belonged there. The other members somehow took the mood of the set and made it into something of their own, but Tae seemed to really cling onto and own the darkness theme of the shoot.

You looked up at him and gave him a small reassuring smile but being the professional that he was he gave you a glance and continued his photoshoot flawlessly. You crossed your arms over your chest and watched but were shortly interrupted by Jungkook who stood next to you anxiously.

“everything okay?” he asked about tae

You turned to him and gave him a small smile and then glanced away, feeling shy about the debauchery that just occurred in the van. “everything is great. We talked things through and he’s hanging on” you answered

Kook nodded his head and eyed Tae up and down before he turned to do the same to you. You met his gaze as his eyes swept up your body and you gave him an awkward smile, trying to avoid suspicion. But instead of saying anything kook just smiled at you before turning back towards tae.

You let out a quiet breath, happy that you did not have to make up a lie or try to hide what had happened. And hopefully you never would have to, if the two of you were careful enough.

“so how was work?” Kook asked you without turning to look at you

“it was good, we were pretty busy which made the day go by pretty fast.” You answered “how were your schedules? Are you tired yet?” you asked him with a smile and he finally turned to look at you

“they were fine…. Just the same old thing.” He said with a smile that almost looked sad

“are you starting to get burnt out on things?” you asked him quiet enough that only he would be able to really hear the two of you speaking

He let out a deep breath and shook his head “not necessarily burnt out per-say” he started “I guess I’m just ready for the next chapter to start.”

“the next chapter?” you asked him confused on what he meant.

He looked at you with slightly panicked eyes for a moment but then hid it well with a small smile. You couldn’t tell if he was in some sort of trouble or if he was having issues with dealing with everything, but the way that his smile never reached his eyes bothered you. You looked his face over for a moment, hoping to find some sort of sign but his makeup and hair, hid all of his pores and wrinkles let alone any signs of stress.

You looked down at the ground for a moment debating if you should ask him any more questions. Sure…things between you were starting to take a turn, but at the end of the day you were still a friend to Jungkook and whatever was bothering him made you concerned. However, you still understood that whatever was going on with him might not be something that he wanted to share with you right now. So in an effort to respect that you dropped the topic.

“so what are we going to do tonight?” you asked him with an amused smile

He finally gave you what looked like an honest smile and shrugged “I don’t know we can do whatever we want. After this is done I’m completely free” he answered

You looked around, but not staring at anything in particular as you considered what you wanted to do. “are you hungry?” you asked him

He nodded “should we go eat some bbq?” he asked “or maybe sushi?”

You were about to speak up when he continued listing off more food, not even giving you the chance to speak for yourself. You gave him a look of shock and amusement as he continued, and you were almost sure that by now he was just listing different types of food.

“or Chinese, or Thai food sounds good. Or we could even just have dessert for dinner if you wanted.” He said finally bringing his long list to a close.

“I’m pretty much okay with anything. We can go eat whatever sounds good to you.”

He was about to answer you when a hair and makeup coordinator came over to Jungkook and asked him to follow her to her workstation. He turned to give you a small apologetic look and then immediately went back into good idol mode.

You watched as she signaled something to him as they were walking and when they reached the station he easily picked up the makeup chair and hauled it over to a van where they were packing up things and preparing to leave. You smiled at the sight of him helping and some of the other members selflessly joining in to help with the cleanup. It was something that you even admired about the boys. They didn’t act like they were the celebrities that they were. They never behaved like they were better than any one person or deserved more.

After a few more shots of Tae the photographer stopped to look at his images and discussed with tae about a few of the images, pointing up and down and sometimes at another members’ images. They nodded and headed back to the set and tae immediately got into each pose and moved from stance to stance at lightning speed, trying their hardest to finish a little bit faster.

A few more flashes from the camera, and you could see the tense muscles in tae’s face and body completely relax as if he had been holding in a deep breath. The photographer checked his LED and then let out a loud comment “set’s a wrap” signaling to everyone that they were done.

Tae immediately bowed to the cameraman and the rest of the crew and apologized and thanked them for their hard work. Shortly after the other members had said their thank you’s and the entire crew was packed up and ready to go home after a long day’s worth of work.

The boys were walking towards you to get to their team van and all of them stopped around you.

“thanks for helping tae today!” jin said with a small, appreciative smile.

“its no problem, I’m happy I could help” you replied hoping that your cheeks weren’t turning bright red.

“what are your plans for the rest of the night?” Jimin asked you and you smiled and looked over to Jungkook

“We’re going to dinner” Jungkook said only loud enough for the group to hear, so that the managers wouldn’t try to stop you two from going out.

The boy’s ‘ooh’ and ‘ahh’ and you nodded your head in confirmation, but hearing silence from tae you glanced at him to be met with a cold and empty glare.

“oh, are you coming back with us then?” jimin asked

“yeah, I had to use all my money on a taxi to get here” you admitted with a sad face

The boys continued on with the conversation as they waited for their managers to finish up their final conversations, but their voices were drowned out by the feeling of the boys looking at you and each other.

“ready?” one of the managers said

“READY!” the rest of the boys replied in unison

They each turned to their vans and piled in leaving you tae and kook standing outside of the two vans. The boys looked at you eagerly waiting for you to choose who you would leave with. You eyed the both of them and then turned to Tae.

“Since kook and I have plans I’ll go with him tonight” you explained

Tae politely gave you a smile and nodded his head, but for a split second you saw the pain in his eyes when you rejected him. And although it was over something as stupid as a seat, you knew that it hurt his feelings deep down. Especially after the two of you had finally expressed your feelings for one another earlier in the van.

Kook took your hand and pulled it slightly trying his best to politely pull you away from the conversation.

“c’mon, we still need to decide where we want to go” he said excitedly

You gave him a small smile but when you turned back around to tell tae goodnight he had already left the two of you behind to get on the bus.

After the two of you had arrived at the dorms kook grabbed his car keys and the two of you were off to roam the streets and decide where you wanted to eat along the way.

“tell me when you see something that looks good” kook said as he carefully tried to drive and eye the business across the street

“oh! Oh! Kook just down the road there a ramen bar that I’ve been interested in going to!” you practically yelled making Jungkook laugh

“alright, we’ll go there then.” He said under his breath as if he didn’t have a care in the world where you were as long as you were happy.

He looked up and down the street for a place to park, and found a space just two blocks away from the restaurant. When he finally parked the two of you hopped out and took a deep breath of the slightly chilly night air. You could smell kimchi, liquor, grilling beef and vegetables, even the fish cakes and dishes from street vendors.

You silently started walking towards the restaurant and just appreciated the view and environment silently as you made it to your destination. But just as soon as you felt that you finally had some sort of plan, you came face to face with a ‘closed’ sign on the front door of the ramen bar.

You sighed and put your hands on your hips, silently cursing the store.

“well… what should we do?” kook asked

You turned to look up and down the street and see what your options are, but the choices were tight. Sure, there were lots of options, but it was hard to eat out when you had a superstar for a friend and could easily be exposed. Especially since you were of the opposite sex and rumors could be spread like wildfire and potentially damage his reputation and career.

“our choices look a little slim kook” you confessed to him

He looked around with you and assessed each place as if he was determining the risk that might come with each place. You could see that he was desperately trying to make things work out but he just couldn’t bring himself to risk anything.

“we can always just roam around for now and decide a little later” you offered “it’s only 7 so things are still going to be open for a while”

He nodded his head as he thought about what you said and then gestured with his head to the side telling you to walk with him on the street. You gave him a smile and followed him down the sidewalk, eyeing businesses as you passed them and cheering on buskers and talent who were playing in the roads.

You stopped by one particular group who was dancing to a BTS song and Jungkook couldn’t help but smile the entire time with genuine happiness and pride in his eyes. You had to admit that the group was doing very well but you couldn’t help but watch kook’s expression as he watched the group.

However, one group of teens had turned around and gave kook a series of glances and were whispering to each other in a way that made your heart drop down to the floor.

There was no way in hell that the two of you were going to be busted if you could help it.

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rirah1writes · 4 years

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Chapter Four: A Man Named Eddie Brock.

A/N: Hey ya’ll! I worked hard on this chapter, and I hope it shows. LOTS of angst and in this chapter, but towards the end I threw in that plot! Anyways, I hope ya’ll enjoy it and always feel free to contact me with suggestions, or anything you guys would like to see in future chapters. Also, hoping that I can stay true to the comics, and I'm building towards that, future chapter will have lots of plot and lots of nsfw content (just FYI) Love ya’ll, please stay safe!

Warnings: Smut, heavy ANGST (I.e. mentions of death, arguments) some swearing..that’s pretty much it.

Summary: Peter and y/n have some sloppy morning sex, Aunt May gives the best advice, and shit goes down at Stark Tower.

Read chapter three here

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Heavy sleep hazed over you. You could feel cold air nipping at your toes so you drew your legs closer to your chest, unintentionally kneeing another living being in your bed. You shot backwards covering yourself, heart pounding. The covers flew back revealing peters tired (and now hurt) face. His curls were matted to his forehead, eyes sleepy and heavy. His skin sported red lines from sleep, and now he was studying you.

You looked frightened, chest rising and falling, not seeming to completely understand yet your surroundings. Your hair was wild, half tied into a falling bun, and you legs were curled underneath you, ready to push off the bed and run. Peters eyes shuffled over you, wondering what made you so jumpy.

Shouldn’t she feel safe next to me?

“It’s okay hon, c’mere.” His voice was soft and inviting. You fell back against the mattress, breathing out deeply. Peter could hear you’re heart hammering, like knocking on wood to his trained ears. He placed a hand over your chest which you took into your own, bringing it up to kiss his fingers individually, meeting his eyes and offering a small smile. Peter wanted to ask if you were okay, but he needed to know what had changed in you that caused such nervous behavior.

But you’ve been gone for a long time.

Is that even my business anymore?

Peters eyes scrunched at the thought and his brow furrowed harshly. You could see his troubled expression and turned to your side, sliding your hand up his cheek and meeting those warm eyes.

“Peter, what’s the matter?” You inquired. He shook his head softly finding your eyes, knowing your inability to hide from him, to hold anything back when he looked in them deeply. Something had changed in you since he had left, and he expected things to be different. But not like this. Seeing you frightened, and jumping away from him merited worry within him, and he had to know. “What happened while I was away?” Your became small curling down, and Peter knew immediately by your expression that something had happened. He hoped that you wouldn’t get angry with him for needing to know, but his heart couldn’t help but feel as if he had failed to protect you.

And yet, here you were cowered into your pillow, hands drawn closely to your face, refusing to let anything slip. “Y/n, please...You jump away from me like I’m going to kill you, you flinch in your sleep when I touch you. If something happened I just need to know so that I can help you.” His voice was earnest and caring. His fingers gently lifted your chin to face his eyes, and you studied his face. Honest intentions and love was all that could be found. “When you left, something happened, and I had to start seeing a doctor. He diagnosed me with Anxiety...” Peter’s eyebrows raised as you trailed off. “Oh and also Major Depression.” You finished, gnawing at your nails. Peter carefully grabbed your hand away from your face, kissing your fingers. “Can you tell me what happened...Is that my fault?”

Yes. Yes it is.

“No, of course its not your fault.” you stated, your fingers tracing his lips. “And I don’t think I’m ready to discuss it just yet.” You hoped that your words weren’t too sharp, that Peter wouldn’t be able to feel the resentment you still held. Many talks with your counselor had proven that it was easy to forgive Peter when he was long gone, and never coming back. But here he was, directly in front of you, and there was a face to the name that had marred your lips for the past year.

Can I really move past this?

You knew that Destiney’s answer would be ‘Fuck no.’ So your mind wandered to your parents, what might they have said? You couldn’t gauge, they had been deceased for such a long time, you’d have no way of knowing. You were pretty sure your counselors answer would be something along the lines of... “In order to be able to forgive him, you need to let him first know what he did wrong.”

You snorted internally to yourself. It wasn’t time. And even when it was, it had to be done in a gentle way, a way that Peter could mourn as well, because it was his child, after all. It would need to be done with no animosity, no hurt feelings. Just support and love. Peter’s hands traced over your shoulders and down your arms, sending shivers over your body. “You’re so beautiful...but you look so different.” He didn’t meet your eyes, focus only trained on your body, as if he was just having a conversation with himself.

“Yeah I’ve lost weight...” your voice cracked. You were embarrassed. You used to have beautiful curves, but after becoming severely depressed you had gotten down to one meal a day. Destiney called you every day to threaten getting on the first plane to New York if you didn’t start eating again. You had improved a lot over the last few months, but your struggles weren’t lost by you. “Destiney got me back on...somewhat of an eating schedule. I’m doing much better. I kind of just lost myself after...you left...” You trailed off, noticing Peter’s sad expression, he lifted his head to meet you. “Well, I’m here now. And I’m going to stuff you full as a tick.” He winked as you laughed at the expression he had stolen from you. Something your grandmother used to say.

“Okay then, I won’t complain about that.” your eyes sparkled up at peter as his smile warmed your chest, he rolled over on top of you, warm skin blanketing you, making you feel protected. “You won’t complain about this either...” He breathed into your ear, lightly nibbling at your earlobe. You didn’t realize how ready you were for him until Peter slipped inside of you, drawing out a soft moan. The morning sun was just peeking through the curtains, and you felt safe in his arms as he caressed, and lazily kissed you, movements slow and relaxed as he savored you. And that’s how the rest of your first morning with Peter was spent, your breathless moans mingling in the air along with Peter’s soft grunts, sloppy kisses, and a lazy cleanup afterwards, followed with the pair of you tangling up, and once again falling into a peaceful sleep.

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You stirred again for the second time that day with peter breathing gently next to you. The sun seemed to be well into the sky now. You studied Peter as he slept and felt a giddy smile cross your face. His eyes were soft, his lips slightly parted as he snored lightly. You smirked as you untangled yourself from his arms and checked your phone, finding you had slept until eleven.

That’s what good sex will do to you.

You laughed to yourself, unable to shake your airy feeling as you slipped out of bed and threw on peters tee that was strewn over the floor with the rest of your clothes. You crept downstairs, making coffee as your phone buzzed. It was MJ.

Well that good mood didn’t last long.

A realization came to you as you stared at the picture of her smiling and hugging you around the neck from behind: Your friends knew about Peter, and lied to you. A small pit gathered in your throat as you clicked the ignore button and slammed your phone back down, running your hands through your hair.

You heard Peter clambering down the stairs, you shook your nerves pulling the cream out of the fridge and continuing to make a cup for yourself and Peter. “Still take your coffee black? No sugar, right?” Peter nodded but his look was more concerned. “What’s wrong hon?” You rolled your neck out, forcing a half smile. “Fine. MJ just called me.” He looked confused. “Did you talk to her?” You shook your head. “Nope. And I don’t really want to either.” Peter nodded slowly, deciding not to push you on the topic, but you needed to rant anyways. “I just think it’s funny she knew where you were at and didn’t say a thing to me. Especially after what I went through, she could have told you...or me... it’s whatever.” You trailed off sipping your coffee and meeting his eyes over the brim of your mug. You could feel the yearning to let your hurt and anger out to Peter building up but you kept reminding yourself, it’s not the right time.

“Tell me what..?” Peter’s curious look was making it difficult to hide your own pain. “Ugh..we have a lot to discuss...but let’s start with you. What’s going on Peter? I still don’t know exactly why you had to leave.” His expression was hard but he sat next to you at the bar, and held your hand. “I just want to start by saying that I’m sorry I left you...I never wanted to...I always made sure you were safe. Tony’s been having people watch out for you, so you were never in any danger. But, Nick Fury got word about a major corporation in San Francisco that's been harboring illegal alien life forms.” You blinked at Peter and he sighed. “This sounds fucking nuts, I know.” He ran his hands through his hair and sat back in his chair. “Yeah it does but I’m listening so go ahead.” You still struggled to process all of this information but continued to power through as Peter explained a symbiotic life form attempting to merge with him, and soon after running loose in accompany with three more and murdering several people across the United States, including New York.

You sat back and slowly nodded. “Right here in New York...” you bit at your nails softly and glared at Peter. “Yes. And the rest of the avengers have been running around here like crazy trying to contain it. It uses the victims body, like a host, for a short amount of time, and when it feeds off of them to the point they can’t go on, it abandons them to find a new host. Leaving them dead, or in critical condition. The one here in New York, that’s still on the loose, seems to be more...violent in its actions. But my focus was to go to San Fran to find the source and attempt to capture one, well only one of two that still survived anyways. But Tony ended up doing that in one week...so...” Peter sat back as he grumbled his last sentence. “Why couldn’t you tell me this?” You shook your head at him. “Because I knew you’d want to go with me to San Francisco and I couldn’t put you in danger or impede on your life. You’re so busy with school I knew you’d graduate this year, and it’s so important to me that you reach your goals, I couldn’t uproot you like that, and put you in harms way.” Trying to be understanding was hard, but you knew peters intentions were good. You had been working hard to graduate, and work for homeland security, your dream. You couldn’t imagine peter would do anything to jeopardize your career or your safety. But there was still a couple of things you needed him to address.

“And as for MJ, May, Ned, the rest of our friends? They know, don’t they?” Peter nodded with shame. “All of them.” He stated, your suspicions confirmed. “And they ALL lied to me.” Your lips puffed in anger as you crossed your arms. “They never wanted to, especially May...” you sat up straight, meeting peters eyes. “Well at least May invited me over, and cared for me. No one else ever came to see me, matter of fact, they avoided me.” Peter breathed deeply. “Because I asked them to.” Your stare was ice, penetrating peters heart.

Now you’ve done it.

“And I need you to know why...if they saw you like that they would have told you everything. I couldn’t have that happen, y/n it’s dangerous!” You slid off of your barstool, storming up the stairs into your bedroom, ripping off peters tee shirt and pulling on a towel. His eyes followed you. “Y/n please say something to me...” his voice was sad and needy, but your anger trumped everything he could feel. Your head was getting hot, anger bubbling over, clouding your judgment, you no longer cared about your actions. You stormed over to your night side table, ripping open the drawer you took out the small piece of paper he had left you, his eyes were shocked. “You left me with this. Just this. You had me watched, compliments of the philanthropist playboy-billionaire Tony stark. And I couldn’t know a thing about you. But what you don’t know? Is that I was pregnant with your child when you left me. And sad to say, I lost it right on that bathroom floor. So don’t talk to me about ‘dangerous’ because for a while, I was a danger to myself. And you weren’t there.”

You cut your words short due to the tears in your throat, slamming down the letter on the nightstand, and turning to go shower. “Sonograms in the fucking drawer next to our picture, if you wanted to see it, babe. Congrats.” You jarred shut the bathroom door with a loud thud, leaving Peter standing with tears welled in his eyes. He couldn’t say a word. His breath was caught in his throat as tears involuntary slid down his cheeks. He walked over to the nightstand and pulled the drawer open fully, revealing the picture of you and him at his internship graduation, right before he became an actual Avenger. He softly picked up the folded envelope next to it that had written in your curly handwriting “Baby Parker.” Opening it up, he withdrew a tiny print out of a black and white depiction, a tinsy little squiggle with an arrow pointing at it stated “baby.” He put the photo back in the envelope and folded it into his pocked, sniffing hard.

You shuddered as you heard the front door slam downstairs. Peter was gone. Maybe he’d walk out of your life for good this time. A part of your heart hurt for him, imagining the shock and pain he was enduring, you desperately wanted to hold him or comfort him. “I didn’t have him to comfort me, and I survived.” You spoke aloud to yourself, as if it would convince you that he would be okay too.

So much for gentle and loving.

You washed your thoughts away, letting the steam consume you.

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Peter padded harshly along the sidewalk towards May’s apartment. Tears stained his face and he hoped that no one noticed as he passed them. Bounding up the stairs and fumbling with the door, Peter burst through and slammed it shut behind him. Head resting on the frame, as his hands traveled through his hair.

I shouldn’t have left her like this...

“Peter..?” Mays soft voice beckoned his attention, he turned around to meet her eyes. Her face settled with understanding. “So you know.” She stated, shifting her feet. “May it’s all my fault.” Peters voice cracked as his tears fell, he carried himself over to the kitchen table and fell hard into a chair as May’s arms wrapped around him, gently comforting him as she had done for you many nights. “You can’t blame yourself, Pete. Sometimes it happens to women.” Peter pulled slowly away from her embrace and his bleary eyes gazed up at her, he was slowly shaking his head. “But maybe if I didn’t go...” May shook her head and put a finger to his lips. “Uhh-uh, hush. You did what you needed to do, and y/n was taken care of, she had Destiney and she had me. What’s done is done, you can’t sit and hone on it. Mourne if you need to, but most of all, you need to talk to her about it.” Peter laughed despite everything else. “Talk to her? She doesn’t even want to look at me May?” May chuckled.

“That’s not true Peter, you were over there all night. Everything is new to her, and for you too. You both need time to communicate and discuss what happened.” May nodded her head at Peter encouragingly. He wiped his face clean with his hands. “Okay.” He stated simply. Peter grabbed his phone to shoot you a quick text apologizing for leaving, and to see if you’d be okay to talk later.

Pulling out the envelope his fingers traced over the little squiggle in the photo. “I was a dad, May. I didn’t even know it. Why didn’t you call me? I would have came back?” Peter looked up at may with a hurt expression, and her own features hardened. “For the same reason you didn’t tell her you’d left, Pete. It would stop you from doing what you needed to do.” Although Peter was hurt he understood why May had hidden it from him. It became clear to him everyone had something to hide from one another, not just him from you.

His phone buzzed and he hastily picked it up, sad to see Tony’s name instead of yours. He slid to answer the call and Tony’s frantic voice bleared through the speakers before he could even give a proper greeting. “Kid you gotta make it over here, ASAP!” Tony continued bellowing on so Peter hung up the phone. “May I gotta go.” Peter let out a frustrated grumble as he hugged his aunt quickly, activating his suit. Slipping out of the window, he raced towards Stark Tower.

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Needless to say, what Peter stumbled upon his arrival was a mess. Furniture was knocked over everywhere, Tony was in full suit, arm raised towards a large glass mixing bowel that Natasha was perched on top of, Steve was shouting at her, hands flailing through the air. “Get off of the fucking bowel and just let him blast the damn thing Nat?!” Natasha held fast her position, the goopy substance tumbled around in its confinement, struggling to escape. “No can do Steve! We’ve worked too hard to find these things and contain them, we need to keep them alive, for research. What if it’s potentially a more dangerous threat then we first imagined? And what if there’s more?” She struggled heavily against the rumbling bowel as she spoke. “We need to know more about them!” Steve rolled his eyes his hands met his face in frustration. “Not at the cost of killing you? That thing would have to if we wouldn’t have stopped it!”

Natasha gasped in frustration. “We don’t know that! If it wanted to infect me it would have, it’s like it’s searching for something else.” Tony stood strong, charging up his reactor, aim ready to fire. “Pete, go get her off the damn bowel and I’ll do the rest.” Peter didn’t think anyone had sensed his presence yet in all the chaos, but his mind was filled with questions. “How did it get out?” He blurted. Steve turned his head slightly, still not taking his eyes off of Nat and the vibrating mixing bowel. “We don’t know, this thing is smart, one second we were all up here having a drink, and the next it had set itself loose and was fighting to get out of the flat. Nat trapped it in this bowel.

“WHICH IS MY FAVORITE MIXING BOWEL, BY THE WAY!” Peter turned to see Pepper flying downstairs to join the madness. “Tony stark I told you to get rid of that fucking thing or take it somewhere else! I know Nick Fury has a perfectly good lab somewhere but you keep it held up here like a house pet while you and Peter prod at it day in and day out!” Her eyes flickered towards Peter, who froze in his place. “No offense, Peter...” she added, unable to bitch him out without feeling hurt.

“None taken..so how do we...handle this?” Peter stammered. “Just told you kiddo. Go tear black widow here off of the bowel and I’ll handle the rest.” Both Natasha and Pepper rather loudly protested at the same time, causing Peter to cringe. Nat carried on about how it didn’t need to be killed, and pepper seemed to be screeching about her rug and coffee table, causing everyone to jump when a voice approached behind the group.

“You could just let me have Venom back?” Peter whipped around, instinctively webbing the mans hand to the wall. Nat clung to the bowel even tighter, and Tony turned his attention, as Steve ran down to the lab. (peter presumed to go find his shield.) “Sorry, have WHO back?” Tony asked sarcastically. “And also why the fuck are you in my house?” The man was tall, with bulky shoulders, his voice was gruff and stubble lined his cheeks. He was wearing a casual hoodie, sleeves rolled up, tattoos covered his left arm that was webbed to the wall. “Yeah, security is shit here by the way, no offense mister Stark, and I’m referring to my symbiote, I’d like him back now, before you idiots fucking kill him.” Steve arrived back downstairs, clutching his shield tightly.

Peter blinked, unable to speak. Tony’s mask opened, and he stared the man down, cautiously lowering his hand. “What is your name? And why are you giving that thing a name?” He questioned. “Names Eddie Brock, I’m from Cali. Might’ve heard of me from my show, but that’s not important right now. I’m calling him venom, because that his is name, and he’s my symbiote.” Eddie turned his attention to peter. “Say kid, you wanna get this off my arm? Your girlfriend might be into this type of shit but I’m not.” Peter thought of you briefly webbed to his bed, but pushed the thought far back reminding himself now wasn’t the time. He slowly shook his head, not sure how to gauge the situation. “Oh for fucks sake, Venom, I know you’re weak buddy but ya gotta help me out here a little?” Everyone’s attention turned towards Natasha as the bowel rattled violently and busted. Glass showered the ground as the symbiote twisted and shot across the floor towards Eddie, pressing against his skin. Eddie let out a sharp cry, then a second later appeared to be normal again, ripping his arm away from the webbing.

“Alright...” he started with a relieved sigh. “That’s much better. You guys wanna come sit down, I think we have a lot to discuss?” Everyone collectively steed at each other, then back at Eddie and nodded slowly, making their way to the table. “Alright good, we got lots to catch up on, so let’s get started.”

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Brooklyn’s Sweetheart Chapter 7: A Force to be Reckoned With

Pairing: Stucky x Reader

Chapter Summary: The warning on the side of a box of cigarettes reads “WARNING: Smoking Causes Lung Cancer, Heart Disease, Emphysema, May Complicate Pregnancy, And May Lead To Your Girlfriend Breaking Up With You Unexpectedly”. Steve didn’t listen to the warning.

Word Count: 5,730

Warnings: Language, drinking, smut (fingering, “just the tip”, very light somnophilia, dubcon, dirty talk, etc.)

Masterlist / AO3

“Please, I don’t know anything about it,” the man pleaded. There was a slur to his words from where his teeth were bashed in, a nasally tone due to his crushed nose. Blood poured down his face and was spit into the air as he spoke. Hands tied behind his back, the man kneeled before Steve, his cries echoing on the brick walls of a run-down abandoned brewery in Bushwick.

The low-tier Hydra lackey had already given Steve all the information he knew about Hydra’s involvement in Loki’s business, as well as Loki’s current location, and now he had no more use for the poor guy.

Steve pulled his pistol from the back of his waistband, checked to see how many bullets he still had as the man started begging for his life.

“No! Please don’t kill me, I—”

The shot reverberated in the small space and Steve’s ears rang with it. Blood splattered on his shoes, his pants, his hands. He pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his back pocket, the carton almost empty. There were only two left, and he had gone through the rest earlier that night.

He had been doing so good, too, having quit a few months earlier. Sure, he replaced the habit with another. Sometimes his jaw ached from the amount of peppermint gum he chewed, but it dulled the craving for nicotine. However, this entire situation with Hydra—it was too stressful. He had bought two packs from the bodega the second he got back into Brooklyn a few days earlier, and he had gone through at least five since.

Steve found the situation with Hydra to be annoying, if he were being honest. They’d found out the Hydra men sniffing around Loki’s club were small-time guys, and after getting information out of several of them that first night, they had been through several more until they learned that Hydra was trying to usurp the deal with Loki. Several Hydra members had gone to lunch with the man to try and convince him. Apparently, Loki hadn’t made up his mind yet.

Loki would be for Tony to handle, however. Stane wanted Steve back at the Vineyard now that most of the problem had been dealt with.

Patting around in his jean pockets, he turned to Sam. “Got a light?” He left his lighter in his jacket, in the car outside.

Sam tossed him a plastic lighter and soon he was blowing smoke towards the body still leaking blood all over the concrete.

“Finish your smoke break and let’s get to work,” Sam snarked, stepping forward.

“We sending him upstate?” Steve asked.

“Nah.” Sam kneeled before the man and pulled on a pair of latex gloves, handing a pair to Steve as well. “Dumping in the East River.”

Steve smoked while they finished the job, barely taking the cigarette out of his mouth as they pulled the man’s teeth, cut off his hands and feet, and got rid of any personal identifiers the man might have. Ash fell on the floor into the pool of blood, and when Steve finished, he cautiously took the cigarette and put it out, careful not to get blood on the filter so as to avoid DNA evidence linking him to the crime.

Once they tied up the body and stuffed him into a big enough trash bag, they hauled him into the alley where they car was parked and stuffed him in the trunk. After a quick cleanup inside the old brewery, Sam drove them east towards the river while Steve smoked his last cigarette.

Once they threw the body off the dock into the black waters, the chemical smell of the treatment plant stinging their noses, Steve bummed a cigarette off of Sam on their walk back to the car.

“Wanna grab some something to eat before you have to head back to the Vineyard?” Sam asked, pulling out onto the street.

“I need to meet Peggy,” Steve answered. “Drop me off at my place.”

“You got it. She still on your case?”

Steve scoffed, remembering the last time he complained to Sam about Peggy a few weeks before. “Yeah, but for a different reason.” Last time, she had been mad about him cancelling a dinner date when Tony needed him one Friday night.

“What is it this time?”

He took a long inhale of the cigarette, voice tight as he said, “She’s mad I have to be at the Vineyard.” He blew out a puff of smoke out the window. “Not that I can control that.”

“Man,” Sam huffed a laugh, “Peggy’s a nice girl. She is one classy lady, but I gotta tell you, you doesn’t get it.” Steve knew this—he was painfully aware that she didn’t understand the demands of his lifestyle, that they lived drastically different lives. The mob came first, that was a rule ingrained into him since he was a child, rooted in his soul like the gang tattoos scattered across his skin.

“I know that,” Steve muttered. “I don’t know how else to explain to her about the mob without incriminating myself.”

Sam clicked his tongue, shook his head. “She’s way too strait-laced for you. You need to get rid of her before she becomes a problem.”

Steve flicked his cigarette butt out the window. “I’m not gonna just let her go.”

“Then she better wise up and dump your ass. She’s way too good for the likes of you.” Although Steve wanted to snap at him for the jibe, he chuckled good-naturedly and bummed another cigarette.

By the time he finished the cigarette, Sam was pulling up in front of the apartment he and Bucky shared. “Thanks for the ride, man,” he said when he got out.

“Yep, see you later.”

With that, Sam drove off and Steve hurried upstairs to change. He called Peggy on the way up.

“Steve?” Peggy asked, a little drowsy. It wasn’t too late, only a little past nine, but she was probably already sleeping because she worked the next day.

“Hey, Pegs,” he greeted her as he finally reached the fourth floor of the building. “I’m back in the city for a bit, just for tonight. I know it’s late but I wanted to see you.”

“What?” He could hear her shifting in bed. “You’re in New York?”

“Yeah, at my apartment. I can be at your place in twenty.” He fished his keys out of his pocket and managed to get the door open, flipping on the lights in the living room and going straight for his bedroom.

“Steve, it’s late,” she sighed, and he could tell she was annoyed with him.

“I just wanna see you,” he said in a softer tone, hoping she would be convinced. “C’mon, I won’t keep you up late. Promise.”

“Fine,” she muttered, although she still didn’t sound pleased.

Before she could say anything else or change her mind, he said, “Great! See you in twenty.” And then he hung up. He got ready as quick as he could, changing into clean clothes and dabbing some spicy cologne on his neck, grabbing a half-empty pack of cigarettes from Bucky’s room, and then he was out the door. To calm his nerves, he smoked through half a cigarette on his way downstairs.

He rode his motorcycle to Peggy’s Manhattan apartment, and it was a pain in the ass to find parking. Once she buzzed him in, he took the elevator up and she greeted him at the door with a tight smile. She wore a long robe and slippers, and her expression was not too pleased.

“Peggy,” he greeted her, taking her into his arms. She placed her hands on his chest, and when he leaned down to kiss her, she pushed him away.

“Steve, you smell like cigarettes.” She wrinkled her nose and walked into her kitchen. He followed her in. “I thought you quit smoking.”

“It’s been a stressful few days, Tony’s had me all over the five boroughs and I’ve been having—”

“All over, hmm?” she interrupted, turning an accusatory eye on him. “You’ve been all over New York City for the past few days and the only time I hear from you is tonight?”

He took a deep breath to relax himself before he said something he would regret. “Peggy,” he tried calmly, “It’s been nonstop. I just haven’t had the time to come see you.”

She rolled her eyes. “You never have the time to come see me, Steve. It’s getting ridiculous.”

“Pegs, don’t be like that—”

“You’ve had time to go to Martha’s Vineyard for the past few weeks. Don’t tell me you don’t have time!”

“That’s different, I’m there for work—”

“Steve, just stop.” She held up a manicured hand, eyes narrowed. “I don’t want your excuses anymore. If you wanted to make this relationship work, you’d make the time.”

“You just don’t understand!” he exclaimed, voice raising in frustration.

“Then enlighten me,” she said coolly. He hesitated—he really couldn’t tell her about the Mob, about how involved he really was. She scoffed at his silence. “I thought not.”

“Peggy, c’mon.”

“I was offered a job in London,” she said, “With MI5.”

His jaw dropped, and he quickly closed it and concealed his surprise. “And?”

“And, what?”

“And are you taking the job?”

She sighed, drumming her fingers on the counter. “I will most likely take it. I was hoping you would come with me.”

“That’s ridiculous, Peggy. You know I can’t do that.”

Her lips pressed together. “I told you I wanted to move back eventually. I told you I wanted you to come with me, to make a family there. I was hoping we’d be on the same page by now.”

He couldn’t help but roll his eyes. “And you know my entire life is here. You can’t just expect me to up and move across the Atlantic.”

“No, you’re right. I suppose that was naïve of me.” She sounded disappointed in both herself and him.

They were silent for a moment, and finally he asked, “So what, then? You’re just moving? What about us?”

“I’ll stay if you give me a reason, Steve…” When he didn’t respond, she asked, “Do you love me?”

“I want to be with you,” he said immediately, more to avoid answering the question.

“That wasn’t what I asked,” she said with a sad smile. “Steve, I think that’s it for us.”

He couldn’t believe this. “That’s it, then? We’re over?”

“I’m afraid so,” she said with an almost patronizing tone.

Frozen in shock, he simply looked at her, waiting for her to laugh, to say it was all a joke. He should be angry, he should yell at her, should hit her—although he wouldn’t, because Peggy’s the type to fight back and knock him flat on his ass with a few practiced moves. But he wasn’t angry, he only felt empty inside. He hadn’t been expecting this, and in his stupor he didn’t know how to process his emotions.

After almost two minutes of wordless staring, he couldn’t take it anymore. Turning on his heel, he walked right out the door, slamming it behind him.

He got back on his motorcycle and to his apartment, where he sat at the kitchen table and drank an entire bottle of rum before passing out on the sofa several hours later.

Bucky had been having the best time with Y/N over the past three days. Being with her was better than he could have imagined. They were still friends, still joked around the same as before, but now he got to indulge in her body whenever he wanted. She was always so soft, so sweet, so responsive to every little touch. It thrilled him to teach her, touch her in ways she had never been touched, to make her come again and again until she was crying from it.

While he had plenty of plans on how to train her, he hadn’t acted on many of them yet. First, he wanted to take his fill of her, get her comfortable with his touch. It wasn’t really a burden for him; he got off on touching her and taking her whenever, wherever he pleased, particularly when it made her squirm, push him away, and deny him until he convinced her to give into him.

On that first day, they went out on her father’s sailboat, and when it got warmer in the afternoon, she took off her white sundress to reveal a red bikini underneath. While she was laying on the deck sunbathing, he got down beside her and started kissing along her neck.

“Not here, Bucky,” she had whined, trying to push him off. “A boat could come by, anyone could see!”

Well, he just wasn’t having any of that. He pinned her down while she struggled, pushed the crotch of her bikini bottoms aside and rubbed her pussy until she was coming, growling filthy things in her ear the entire time. “You don’t say no to me, doll—it’s best you learn that now. If I wanna fuck you in public where anyone could see, then you’ll lay back and take it. If I wanna show you off to other sailors, show ‘em what they’re missing, you’ll let me with a smile on your face.”

After she came the first time, he yanked down her bikini top and sucked on her nipples until she was coming again, sensitive and soaking wet. In her post-orgasm haze, her body was limp and pliant, and he managed to peel off her bikini and tossed it over the side of the boat. She had complained, pouting and ignoring him until he forced himself on her another time. He was a force to be reckoned with, and she was learning that quickly.

Plus, he wasn’t about to miss out on an opportunity to rub sunscreen all over her naked body. “Don’t want you to burn up, baby,” he cooed sweetly when he rubbed lotion into her breasts. When she scoffed in disbelief, he pinched her pretty little nipples until she cried out.

They got back to the house at nightfall and she was sleepy from the sun. She didn’t fight him when he ushered her into the shower to wash the sunscreen and salt off, allowed him to soap her up everywhere. At that point, she was too exhausted to fight back, resigned that he was going to play with her body as he pleased.

After the shower, she was tired enough to go right to bed, but Bucky had to take calls from Steve and Tony about the situation in Brooklyn. They spent a stressful three hours planning and strategizing. It was almost worse not being there in person to take care of business, instead having to handle everything from six hours away. Once the call ended, he went up to her room and climbed into bed right next to her, falling straight to asleep.

It felt unbelievably right falling asleep with her in his arms, waking up curled against her.

He awoke midmorning, his hard cock pressed against her ass. Wondering if he would be able to wake her up by barely touching her, he ground against her until he was almost ready to come. Although she was slightly responsive, letting out occasional sleepy moans and weakly pressing her hips back against him, she hadn’t woken up. Of course, she had always been a heavy sleeper.

The thought of her sleeping as he used her body to satisfy his arousal pushed him over the edge quicker than he would admit, and then he was coming in his boxers and she was settling onto her stomach, pushing her face into her pillow and sinking back into sleep.

He spent most of that day holed up in the office on the phone with Steve, and then Sam, and then every other guy in the Brooklyn Mob who was involved in the Laufeyson deal. Then he was on the phone with connections he had all over Manhattan trying to determine how many businesses Hydra was infiltrating uptown. And then a whole other problem came in that Sam wanted him to deal with and it never ended.

During that time, Y/N took the dog for a walk and worked on some painting while sitting on the patio set. She was glad for the break from him after the long day on the boat and the night filled with dreams of him. She made Bucky lunch and brought it to him in the office, and he pulled her down onto his lap and demanded a kiss from her. She was saved by the phone ringing again, and she quickly squirmed away while he answered it.

She spent the rest of the day at the pool doing swimming drills. Since they had been at the Vineyard, she had been slacking in her swim training, and if she were truly going to be on the team at NYU, she would need to be in top shape. So far, her father hadn’t said anything against her going, and classes started in a few weeks, so she had to assume he was allowing her.

That night, Bucky made them pasta for dinner and then they watched a movie, but an hour in, Steve called him. By the time he was off the phone, she had fallen asleep and it was past midnight.

The next three days went exactly the same way, with fleeting touches from Bucky when he found the time, cornering her against the walls when they happened to be in the same room with her, kissing the daylights out of her when he got the chance, but it always ended too soon with another phone call and more responsibilities.

She really didn’t mind—it gave her time to focus on training and painting and relaxing, even if his occasional touches lit her up from the inside out. But he still intimidated her, and she didn’t know what would come next. Every time he got his hands on her before, he was pushing her past another boundary, forcing her into things she didn’t want. It caused anxiety to well up inside her every time she saw him, so she was glad he was somehow so busy with business—too busy to pay her any mind, granting her a lengthy reprieve.

But Bucky hated it. He needed to get his hands on her—he craved her touch, her smell, her sweet little sounds. On top of that, all this mob business was frustrating to no end. He had no idea how he was so busy with this stuff when he was an entire state away.

By the end of the week, he couldn’t take it anymore. He was too antsy, and even though it was past midnight and she was fast asleep, he had to do something to take the stress off.

Stepping lightly up the stairs, he slipped silently into her bedroom. She slept on her back, one arm thrown across her face, silver moonlight spilling from her window onto her skin.

Bucky considered letting her sleep, but he was feeling so deprived of touch, so he decided to rouse her with his mouth on her pussy. By the time she woke up, gasping and fisting her hands in his hair, she was soaked and on the verge of orgasm.

“Bucky!” she cried, tugging on his scalp in an attempt to pry him away. “What are you—” she was cut off with a gasp when Bucky nibbled gently at her clit and slipping a finger into her cunt. She came on the spot and, despite her protests, he pushed her through two more orgasms before he pulled away.

When he was satisfied and she was incoherent from pleasure, he wiped his chin off with the back of his hand. “Good morning, darlin’—or more like good night.” He greeted her with a cheeky smile. She blushed furiously and hid her face by throwing her arm across her head again.

“What the hell, Bucky! What time is it?” she whined softly, voice muffled by the flesh of her arm. That was the first time he had put his mouth on her, although he had suggested it before, but it came as a shock to her all the same. She still wasn’t used to him touching her like that, but he tended to do whatever he wanted regardless of how she felt.

“It’s almost one in the morning, sweetheart.” He leaned over her and pried her arm away from her face with one hand, then gathered her hair in the other and pulled her into a deep kiss. He groaned, “I missed you earlier, so I’m making up for it.”

She whimpered into the kiss and tried to push at his chest. “I wanna go back to sleep,” she said into the kiss. His bare cock dragged along her stomach and her body stiffened, not knowing what he had planned. Every muscle in her body was sore from her orgasms, and she couldn’t even feel her legs.

“C’mon, sweetheart,” he whispered, laying them on their sides facing each other.

“No, it’s too late for this,” she sighed, high-pitched and sleepy.

“Just for a little while and then you can go back to sleep,” he promised. “I’ll make it up to you.”

He knew he had tired her out, so he would be content to just make out with her until he came—and he probably could come just from that. So he kissed her gently, deeply, his tongue licking into her mouth and tangling with hers. The kiss was so sweet it made her toes curl, made her squirm against him.

His mouth tasted like her—and although he had made her taste herself off of his fingers before, it was somehow more potent coming from his mouth after three consecutive orgasms. Heat flooded her core, and even though she was exhausted, she felt her body still had more to give.

Bucky knew it, too. He could always tell when she was worked up again, and soon he was helping her grind her pussy wantonly on his thigh, her hands fisted in his hair. His hands roamed her body, squeezing her hips and ass, dipping past the swell of it to play with her perfect little pussy. She was dripping again, soaking his entire leg, and he loved it. He could never get enough of her.

“Here, baby,” he repositioned them so her leg was slung over his waist, their hips aligned. His cock dragged along the inside of her thighs, and she gasped and tried to move back.

“Wait!” she said, panicked at the thought of him taking her virginity right there. “We can’t!”

“Don’t worry,” he told her, voice gravelly. “I’m not gonna fuck you—yet.” He pulled her back into him and now his dick was settled right against her pussy, not at the right angle to enter her, but she could still feel every inch of him, so hot and hard and smooth. “I just want to feel you, baby.”

“Please don’t,” she whispered, “I’m not ready yet.”

“I know, sweetheart,” he reassured her, rubbing gentle circles on her back before tugging her into him and moving his hips against hers.

He kept her close with his iron grip and forced his mouth onto hers in her shock. It was tempting, the way her pussy felt against him, impossibly wet, slicking up his entire length as he glided his cock through her folds. The tip bumped against her clit and she mewled, and then he took her hips and grinded her down against his shaft as he thrusted forward again.

The shaft of his cock rubbed against her clit with every drag and it was driving her crazy, her pussy so oversensitive already from Bucky’s mouth. This caused her to shove him away a little, whimpering. “It’s too much, Bucky,” she cried, face scrunched up in pain and pleasure, “Bucky, please—”

“Okay, it’s okay, baby,” he cooed, kissing her forehead. While one hand continued to stroke her back, his other travelled down and shifted his cock. He was going to move away or reposition them, but then the head of his cock caught at her entrance and he moaned at the sensation. “Oh, baby, you’re so wet.” He could slide in right now with barely any resistance, just take her and make her his, come deep inside her and—

“What are you doing!” she cried as he nudged his cock again against her. “Stop, Bucky!” She struggled to get away, but his arm around her kept her close, pinning her arms against her sides with barely any effort.

He hushed her with soft words. “It’s okay, baby, shhh, you’re such a good girl.”

But as he moved his hips forward, her entire body tensed and she sniffled. “Please don’t, Bucky, I don’t want this.”

“But you do,” he assured her, still rubbing the head around her entrance. It was slick with both their fluids, his cock blurting out precum against her folds every time he thought of taking her virgin pussy. “Your pussy is so wet for me.”

“Not yet,” she whimpered, burying her face in the pillow, still trying to struggle uselessly. “I don’t want it yet…”

He paused, considering this. Sure, he hadn’t planned on taking her virginity yet—he was going to wait a few more days, see how it went. But she just felt so good, and he was so wound up from yesterday. Was it better to get it over with now?

In the end, he decided to compromise. “Just the tip,” he suggested, “I’ll just put in the tip, no more.”

“No, Bucky—” But he had already decided.

He eased the head of his cock into her pussy, only just, and she was already so tight and hot around him that he could barely control himself. Taking a minute to breathe, he closed his eyes, focused on keeping his hips still.

She whimpered. “Bucky, it hurts.” His cock was thicker than the fingers he had used on her thus far, and he was stretching her uncomfortably. The stretch, combined with how sensitive she was, and the fact that she didn’t want this yet, brought tears to her eyes, which fell onto the pillow below her.

Yet still the heat in her pelvis remained, her traitorous body tingling all over, her pussy endlessly producing more wetness. The pain only added to the flame like lighter fluid, dangerous yet addicting as her nerves screamed for something more.

Finally, he pulled out, then pushed back in, then repeated the motion, barely fucking her. She whimpered through it, matching his groans of pleasure. His hand worked the rest of his cock to bring him to the edge. He kept the thrusts shallow, careful not to go too deep or past the head of his cock—this was already overwhelming enough for her, and he was content to save her virginity for another day.

“Your pussy’s all mine, darling,” he growled in her ear. “I’m gonna fuck you hard one of these days, ruin you for other men. You’re mine, you understand?” He would never let her go, not now. Every taste he had of her only added to his obsession. She belonged to him, his to use, his to do whatever he wanted with.

She sniffled again, and when she turned her head, he saw her crying, pretty eyes rimmed with red, cheeks glistening, and she just looked so beautiful. In the back of his mind, he wondered what Steve would think of this, what Steve would think of him using her like this, taking what he wanted, just like Steve did to him.

Then his thoughts wandered to how he and Steve could use her together, how they might corrupt her, what other ways they could make her cry so pretty for them—

And then, he was coming. He pulled out of her just at the last second, spilling his come all over her pussy.

Involuntarily, she let out a shaky moan at the sensation of his come on her, hot and sticky and only adding to the insufferable wetness all over. Bucky smirked at this, at her reactions—her body loved what he did to her, even if she couldn’t admit it.

“There you go, baby,” he whispered, running his fingers through his come and through her labia. He massaged all over the outside of her cunt, rubbing his semen into her swollen skin. Sticky fingers travelled to her clit, rubbing at it with quick and intense strokes until she was coming herself, letting out a cry thick with tears.

She sobbed more once she was done, ashamed of her body’s reactions. He only pulled her onto his chest, rubbing her back and stroking her hair, whispering reassurances that she was a good girl, that she had made him feel good. He comforted her until she fell asleep on him, and he soon followed her into slumber.

Steve woke up that morning, head pounding, and he knew that a shower would be one of the only things to help his hangover. He replayed the previous night in his mind while he stood under the hot water. Peggy had broken up with him.

He had spent the entire night before thinking she would call him up and tell him it was all a joke, that she didn’t mean it, that she wasn’t going to move to London and leave him. Now, it was morning, and she hadn’t even texted him.

Their relationship wasn’t perfect, and he certainly hadn’t been very attached to her, but she was an easy part of his life, simple and consistent. Sure, he had never intended to seriously commit to Peggy, but he hadn’t planned on ending it any time soon, either. He figured that maybe they would just fall into place, that somehow their relationship would work itself out like it was meant to.

Maybe this is what was meant to happen, he mused as he dried himself off.

It still stung, though.

And now he had to go back to the Vineyard and babysit Y/N. That was almost worse. If he were able to go out to a club tonight and find a rebound, maybe this would all heal quicker, but he was stuck at Martha’s Vineyard with her and Bucky for the next few weeks.

Well, at least there was Bucky, he realized, his mood lifting a little. He and Bucky could start up again—Steve always loved it when they were on. But he knew Bucky never wanted anything serious with him, so he always ended things eventually.

For now, though, he could let himself enjoy it.

With that brightening his mind, he got dressed and shaved, dabbed on some aftershave, and slicked back his hair. He collected his bag he had brought and was out the door in no time. After stopping by the bodega for a coffee and a pack of cigarettes and a few packages of mint gum, he got on the road.

He had almost six hours to mull over the predicament with Peggy while driving. The more he thought about it, the angrier he got—for no discernable reason except that his ego was hurt.

Peggy was good for him. He knew that. Sure, he didn’t make enough time for her, but he had explained before that he had work responsibilities that he couldn’t speak much about. She seemed to understand in the beginning, but now it wasn’t enough, apparently. Now she needed more from him.

That got his blood pumping, his fingers gripping the steering wheel hard, a bitter taste in his mouth. He only got more and more worked up throughout the drive, and by the time he was pulling into the house at the Vineyard, he was twitchy, furious, needed to get his hands on something and do something physical and let out all his energy.

Bucky would be a nice outlet, he thought as he unlocked the front door and entered the house.

He was about to call out for Bucky when he heard something strange from upstairs.

A whimpering moan, high pitched and breathy.

Closing the door quietly, he creeped upstairs, not intending to alert anyone. He had a few guesses as to who it could be, and none of the options pleased him. Perhaps Bucky brought a girl home. Perhaps Y/N had a boyfriend here. Regardless, someone was getting their ass kicked.

As he reached the landing and crept towards the hallway where the noise was, another gasp came. “Bucky!” He recognized the voice. It was Y/N, and she was calling out for—

He opened the door to her bedroom slowly and froze at what he saw.

Y/N was on her back in the middle of the bed, the sheets up to her waist, her pert breasts exposed. Her head was thrown back, lips swollen, cheeks flushed, hair messed up. Under the thin white sheets, she was grabbing something—someone.

It was the shape of a body, dark hair positioned right at the juncture of her legs, moving enthusiastically. Wet sucking noises sounded from under the blanket, and then Bucky groaned into her pussy, and she shook violently, her entire body tensing up and then releasing almost rhythmically.

Steve couldn’t believe his eyes, couldn’t help the gasp that escaped his throat, alerting the occupants of the bed.

Both Y/N and Bucky startled at the exact same time, and as she tried to grab the sheet to cover herself, he popped up from under the covers, the sheet thrown behind him. He was naked, hard cock pointing almost accusatorily towards the girl in front of him. Steve’s jaw clenched when he saw Bucky still had two fingers buried in her cunt, and he actually had to close his eyes and breathe deeply to avoid knocking Bucky out right there.

Bucky’s jaw dropped when he saw Steve, eyes wide in shock. For several long, tense moments, it was silent, only the sound of her rapid breathing filling the room.

Finally, Steve spoke, voice laced with barely contained rage. “Either of you care to explain to me what the fuck is going on?”

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Sweet Like Pudding Ch. 19

Italics - thoughts

After a tiring week of training and the high from eating all that protein, everyone had begun to settle down. Majority of the teams have also started cleaning up. Kanna went to help the managers with the cleanup, while Kenma stayed seated in his place and resumed playing on his phone.

Once Kanna was far enough from hearing range, Kuroo, Akaashi and Bokuto approached Kenma. Kuroo being genuinely curious about his friend, Akaashi was just there to keep an eye on his Captain, but he was just as curious to know if he was right in his assumptions. Bokuto on the other hand was determined for answers and he was willing to do what he can to get them.

"So Kenma." Kuroo started once they were close enough. Having known Kenma the longest, he knew that he needed to approach the topic slowly or else Kenma'll just keep evading their question. Especially so when it's a question about him, he'll keep giving insignificant answers or asking irrelevant questions that by the time you're annoyed you would've forgotten all about what you wanted to ask him in the first place.

"Since when did the two of you become so close?" The other two stayed quiet, observing Kenma, intensely awaiting his answer.

Kenma looked up from his phone for a second to glance at the three of them. Still having his neutral face on, he questioned "What are you talking about?"

The trio looked at each other before Bokuto spoke."You and Kanna."

"What about her?" He asked curtly as he returned to tapping on his phone.

"Ken—" Kuroo started, clearly seeing that Kenma was avoiding answering their question, when he was cut off.

"You can't get out of this Kozume. I saw you carrying her the other night." Akaashi blurted making Kenma glare at him.

"WHAT?!" yelled Bokuto, he was totally losing it.

"YOU WHAT?! YOU?! WHAT?!" Inquired Kuroo wide-eyed and pointing at him.

"They really won't let me play my games in peace, will they." With a sigh, Kenma pocketed his phone and started to explain as they all listened.

Kuroo's never been more surprised and confused in all his life. He'd noticed Kenma acting differently these past few days (which he hoped to be a good different), but now so was Bokuto. He'd never seen the Ace so quiet and deep in thought. After the silence that passed once Kenma finished explaining, Bokuto spoke.

"Has she told you?" Bokuto asked seriously, staring straight into his eyes. Meanwhile, Kuroo and Akaashi stood there looking at the exchange with equal parts confusion and intrigue.

Slightly uncomfortable with how intense his gaze was, Kenma averted his own.

"She did, didn't she." Bokuto stated firmly, as he continued to study Kenma's expressions.

Kenma glanced back at him and from the expression on his face he knew. He knew, that there was no doubt in Bokuto's mind that she did. This trait was probably what the Bokuto cousins had the most in common, as Kanna was the same. So he nodded in confirmation.

Bokuto sighed tiredly as he took a seat next to Kenma on the grass, scanning his eyes around the group and then stopping at his cousin.

"I'm assuming she told you the whole thing then." He closed his eyes and knitted his eyebrows before continuing.

"We will never know the whole truth of what happened, because she wouldn't speak about it. No matter what we tried, she just kept on refusing to tell anyone."

"Anyone but you." He finished, opening his eyes as he turned to face Kenma.

Kenma, Kuroo and Akaashi were not prepared for the depth of sadness that could be seen in the Ace's expression, shifting the air around them to a solemn mood.

Bokuto's expression then suddenly changed, allowing the atmosphere to take on a more serious tone, as he started.

"I don't know what you did, but I want to thank you." Bokuto gratefully said with a bow of his head, which stunned the three.

As he lifted his head, he asked. "Now I want to know what you plan to do from now on."

Kenma looked at him confused, along with the duo.

"I don't understa—" He started but was cut off by Bokuto.

"She obviously trusts you a great deal, and I'm not planning on taking that away from her. Especially after everything she's been through. So I want to know how you really feel. I want you to be completely honest with me Kenma, and I mean it." Bokuto declared as he leveled Kenma with an unwavering stare.

"Dude, I thought you'd be the one against this the most. I didn't think you'd be the one to directly and openly say that you're okay with agreeing to all this." Kuroo said confused.

"I don't. Not a 100%, no." He answered simply, but the confused expressions on their faces made him clarify himself.

"Look, all I'm saying is, if you're the person who can bring the light back in her eyes, then maybe I could consider it. But don't get me wrong. I won't hesitate to bring hell with me if you hurt her."

"So?" He questioned once again.

The three of them watched as it was Kenma's turn to look Kanna's way, with an unreadable expression.

"I don't really know.… I've never met someone quite like her before. There's a lot about her that I don't understand, which makes me all the more curious." Kenma quietly said.

"Curious? About what?" asked Akaashi.

Without averting his gaze from Kanna, Kenma answered.

"I'm curious about what goes through her mind when she makes that face. I want to know what she thinks about when she stares at the moon, as if it holds all the answers to, well everything. I wonder how she could care for someone so deeply, even if they've just met. I think about how something as simple as a passing breeze could easily bring a smile to her face. And how someone as strong as her, could be so restrained by something that was out of her control. There is nothing I desire more, than to witness the day she's finally freed from the shackles that bind her to her past."

His facial expression didn't change, but the trio could clearly see the multitude of swirling emotions in his eyes as he continued to watch Kanna from afar.

Suddenly, Kanna turned her head and made eye contact with Kenma. She smiled brightly at him before turning back to the conversation she was having. Unbeknownst to Kenma, it caused his body to visibly relax and a small smile accompanied with a fond expression to bloom on his face.

This interaction though, didn't escape the watchful eyes of the three. They stood there astonished. They never even imagined that he would give them that kind of answer when Bokuto asked such a question, much less that little moment they both had.

"Man…" mumbled Kuroo.

"Kozume…" Akaashi whispered.

The three couldn't seem to wrap their heads around what just happened as they glanced between the two, studying them. There was silence for a few minutes before Bokuto broke it.

"I see." He vaguely said, seeming to come to an answer. As to what, the others would never know. His brain works in inexplicable ways after all.

"Well, we better go. The Karasuno lot will be leaving soon." He said as he stood up to see if anyone needed anymore help. The others followed after him, effectively ending the conversation.

Kenma didn't know what this conversation meant to them, and how it would impact his current relationship with Kanna. He understood where they were coming from, and he was perceptive enough to know what they were implying. But he stands by his answer of uncertainty. As only time will tell, if Kanna and him would ever be comfortable enough to pursue more than what they currently have.

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Power Trip | Part Three

Mob!AU Tom Holland x Reader

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Warnings: blood, gore, violence, and other gang-related themes, NSFW themes, swearing

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Normality. It’s an easy thing to forget. At one moment something seems normal, until it changes and suddenly that change becomes the norm.

You had been living in Tom’s house for the past week and had made no attempt to leave the room that Trish had brought you to the other night. The room was huge and had an ensuite bathroom connected that had a spa bath and dual head shower. It was as a big as your old apartment that you wished you could go back to, even for one more night.

There was a huge king size bed that sat in the middle of area and the bed-frame extended all the way up the wall until it reached the roof. There was a flatscreen TV that you were only allowed to use Youtube on and two huge chandeliers that were positioned on both sides of the roof.

The whole room was far too extravagant, but made you feel like royalty nonetheless. Trish visited you, sometimes with bruised knuckles or a new gash on her face, to check how you were doing or bring you food. She stood next to the large vanity until you finished your food.

You remember always seeing the bruises and cuts on her when you both worked together at the club. One time you even confronted her as you thought she was possibly being abused by someone she lived with, but after you found out what her real job is that idea completely flew out of the window.

Sitting on the window ledge that gave you a gorgeous view of nothing but greenery, you sighed as you rested your head against the window. The cup of coffee in your hands had long gone cold since Trish had brought it up to you with your breakfast.

Seven days ago you were barely able to pay rent and now here you were being fed three courses a day and in a room that was more expensive than anything you had owned in your life. A soft knock at the door pulled from your thoughts and you let out an audible “come in” to the person on the other side of the door.

A set of familiar blue eyes met yours as Harrison entered the room. He was slightly surprised to see you curled up on the window sill. Noticing that one side of the bed had definitely been used, he internally sighed in relief when he realised he could report that you had been sleeping back to Tom as his mates words rang through his head.

“Go check on Y/N. Make sure she’s eating, sleeping, all that shit; then bring her to me.”

Smiling softly at you, he offered you a small wave and shoved his hand back into his pocket as he awkwardly rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet. He didn’t know how he was going to convince you to leave the room considering that you hadn’t all week.

“I just wanted to check on you,” he choked out, causing the corner of your lips to lift up in a small smile.

“I’m fine.”

“Settling in alright?”

Nodding, you gave him a shrug and returned your gaze back out the double windows. Harrison rubbed the back of his neck before finally spurting out what he needed to say. He hated giving orders – that’s what Tom was for – he was the right hand man and did whatever his boss told him, so instead he tried a gentler approach.

“Tom wants to see you.”

“Tell him I don’t want to speak to him. I’m fine here.” Your voice held no emotion, which put Harrison on edge. The nagging at the back of his mind continued.

Last night as he and Tom researched anything they could find out about you he couldn’t shake the feeling that he knew you from somewhere. It was ridiculous because he knows he hasn’t ever met you, but there was just something telling him different.

“He’s not going to take no for an answer, c’mon.”

Rolling your eyes, you set the cup of coffee on the edge as you stood up and walked over to him.

“I’m not going to say anything if I don’t need to,” you muttered, walking past Harrison and opening the door. Waiting for Harrison to lead the way, you followed slightly behind the man. You could hear him let out a sigh, before he craned his neck to look at you and stopped in his steps.

“Do I know you from somewhere?” He questioned, making you furrow your eyebrows.

“I don’t think so. You might’ve seen me around the club since I worked there every night.”

Fiddling with the thread that was on the bottom of the sweater that Trish had given you, you watched as he ran a hand down his face before nodding and continued to walk.

The hallway was completely empty and the white marble flooring made the bottoms of your feet numb. Hugging your arms around yourself, your eyes widened slightly when you approached a set of large red doors that definitely stood out against the dull hall.

Knocking twice, Harrison waited until he heard a “come in,” letting you enter first. You hated the feeling of nervousness that settled throughout your body as you looked around the area.

Everything was pristine and white beside the glass desk that was in the center of the room and the light grey shelves that covered the entire back wall. There were a couple of photos of a family that covered the walls and two single chairs in front of the desk.

Your eyes met the figure that was sorting through a file on the desk and immediately recognised Tom. He was wearing a black and white suit and you wondered if his closet had any other clothing items.

Harrison cleared his throat, catching the attention of the mobster who lifted his head and grinned once he saw you.

“Y/N, come have a seat,” he pointed to the chairs in front of his desk and you sent Harrison a glance that made him follow you and sit in the chair to the right.

“How’ve you been settling in?”

Ignoring, the unsettling feeling that you got from Tom being nice to you, you gave him a forced smile and mumbled a quick “perfectly.”

“Good,” he clapped his hands together before, taking a seat in his chair and resting his elbows on the glass desk. “Now I have a little proposition for you.”

“What is it?”

Raising your eyebrows, you watched as he tapped his fingers on the surface, bruised and bloody knuckles on full display.

“I need your address so I can send a couple of my men to go grab your belongings.”

Your eyes slightly lit up with his words, but you quickly coughed to cover up your excitement. “Can I go with them? There’s a few things I have hidden that I want to grab.” You tried to trick him, but miserably failed.

“Sorry, but that’s a no, princess,” he chuckled, rising from his seat to walk around the desk and lean against it in front of you so you were looking up at him. “You can write down your hiding spots with your address and my men can go on a lil’ fucking treasure hunt.”

Holding out a sticky note and pen, Tom waited until you grabbed them and then made his way back around his desk, reaching into the drawer next to it pulling out a small burner phone. He tossed the device into your lap as you looked at him in confusion.

“You left your phone at the club and my men threw it out when they did cleanup duty,” he explained, with a shrug. “Use it to call any family you have and let them know they won’t be seeing you for a while.”

“I don’t have anyone to call.”

Tom’s movements stopped and he hated feeling the sudden urge to hug you when he saw sadness cast upon your face. He had to admit that you were absolutely gorgeous, and if he was still a teenager he probably would’ve already asked you out on a date. But you’re both too old to be young and there was no way in hell he was going to develop a school-boy crush on you.

“Well then keep it on you at all times, it has my number as well as Harrison’s and Trish’s incase you get in any trouble. Have you written down your address yet?”

Shaking your head, you quickly scribbled down your address on the small, yellow square and placed it on the desk in front of him.

“There’s a spare key on top of the door frame. Tell your men to use it and not kick the door down; I can’t have my place getting robbed while I’m gone.”

Tom kissed his teeth as he gave you a firm nod and noted the key place on the note in bold, black lettering.

“Is that all you needed?” You questioned, not taking your eyes off the man.

“Yeah, you can leave now. Harrison will see you out.”

Rising from your seat, you began to make your way to the huge doors, looking back at Harrison who lifted his head to signal for you to leave. Waiting for you to shut the door, Harrison then looked at Tom who was staring at him questionably.

“Tom... I think I knew Y/N’s family.”

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ft-dads-au · 4 years

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Chance Encounter - Chapter 5 (Final)

Home for the Holidays 2019 Prompt: Limits A collaboration by @mdelpin and @oryu404 AO3 | FF.Net | Prev: Ch 4

6:40 pm - 7:15 pm Members are encouraged to talk about any issues or share successes

"Alright, that was incredibly uhm, informational?" Gildarts muttered, "Anyway, on to my favorite part. For those of you joining us for the first time, this is the part of the meeting where we talk about what's going on with us. Any issues that we're facing or anything we managed that we're proud of. Keep it to kids/family stuff, I'm looking at you Wakaba, no one needs to hear more about your fights with Millgana.”

"Let's start with the positive things first, does anyone have something good to share?" Macao asked even as he snickered at a man with a pompadour hairdo that Rogue could only assume was Wakaba.

One of the other dads got up from his seat, smiling widely. He had short dark hair and was wearing a blue t-shirt with the Magnolia Police Department logo. "It's my daughter Asuka's birthday today. She turned six and wanted to celebrate with you guys as well."

Upon hearing her name, Asuka left the play area and rushed to her father's side, "Is it cupcake time, daddy?" she asked, jumping up and down in excitement.

"Yes it is," he assured her, still smiling as he patted the top of her head through the cowboy hat she was wearing. He then addressed the rest of the group again, "We made cupcakes together to share with the club. It was a lot of fun, and they turned out great, Asuka even did all the decorating herself!"

They all took a moment to sing Happy Birthday to the excited little girl who beamed at being the center of attention. Father and daughter then retrieved a plastic tray that had been covered with foil from the snack area.

"Are there any more napkins?" the man asked, and Gildarts walked over to where there were still some market bags, quickly grabbing one and handing it to the father.

"That's great, Alzack!" Macao complimented as father and daughter wandered around the room offering cupcakes, "I think one of the challenges we often face as fathers is allowing ourselves to enjoy activities that are usually associated with women. Baking, tea parties, or playing with dolls, just to name a few. We need to remember these are just another part of our children's development. Giving them affection and support is much more important than any perceived affront to our masculinity."

Hearing Macao mention tea parties, Rogue couldn't help but remember the ones Gildarts and his father had forced on him and Gray when Cana had first shown up. She'd been so quiet and sad when they had first met her, and both men had tried their best to make her smile. To the point of wearing ridiculous outfits while sitting around holding conversations with dolls and holding the little cups from the tea set that had been a present from Rogue's mother in their large hands.

Rogue chuckled at the memory and searched out his brother, wanting to see if he'd had a similar reaction only to find Gray watching him as well, and for one instant, they shared a smile before Gray looked away.

"I'd love to do stuff like that," a man spoke up, drawing Rogue’s attention to him. Unlike most of the other men there, he was dressed impeccably in a fitted suit, and for some reason, he chose to wear tinted sunglasses inside. His expression was sad as he accepted a cupcake from the little girl, but he still managed to offer her a smile, "Thank you, sweetheart."

"What's going on, Loke?" Gildarts asked, sitting in one of the empty chairs next to him.

"I barely get to see my girls anymore. They're usually asleep by the time I get home during the week, and now my wife has started taking them to her parents' summer house on the weekends."

“I get that, with my crazy schedule I don’t get as much time as I’d like with the twins, so I try to plan something each week and just kind of grab any moment I can along the way, you know?”

Rogue knew Sting was just trying to be helpful, but something about Loke's body language made him think his situation was very different from theirs.

Gildarts leaned his head towards Loke, and they began speaking in quiet voices, Loke seeming more upset the more they talked.

Rogue looked away, feeling uncomfortable with watching when Loke seemed so unhappy. As his eyes wandered, he couldn't help but notice that his brother's companion was staring at Loke with a rather interesting expression on his face, seeming to Rogue to almost border on dislike.

Before he had a chance to wonder about it, Alzack and his daughter were standing in front of him and Sting, holding a tray still half-full of cupcakes. The little girl's eyes were hopeful, and Rogue could only gawk at her attempts at decoration. Each cupcake was slathered with pink frosting, a drawing of some kind done in white frosting on the top, although to him it looked like no more than a blob.

"Oh, wow! Those look great!" Sting grinned, always enthusiastic about anything having to do with food, "Can I have more than one?"

“Sting!” Rogue scolded, but the little girl only giggled as she handed his husband two cupcakes.

“You can have one too!” she handed Rogue a cupcake before moving on to the men sitting next

to them.

Rogue ate his cupcake before Sting could beg it off him, he had to admit it was pretty good.

Another man had spoken up about a problem he was having with his teenage son when Rogue heard someone say, “Wouldn’t these have been more useful before you got here?” followed by a chorus of laughs.

Gray’s companion was holding a box of condoms in his hand, and a quick glance at the impish grin on Gildarts’ face and the way he was watching Macao for his reaction made Rogue realize this must have been the object he’d hidden earlier.

Macao, for his part, was frowning at Gildarts with what looked to be long-suffering exasperation, which seemed to be enough to set Gildarts off into a fit of mirth. It almost reminded Rogue of the way his dad would sometimes get when Gildarts was too much for him to handle. And he stopped that thought before it could gain any traction. Of all the hornet's nests that had been stirred that day, his father was the one he couldn't afford to dwell on.

7:15 pm - 7:30 pm Upcoming events or activities (signups)

"For now, we are still paper only, so there will be a clipboard available where you can sign up to bring an item or help plan an event. The old club used to do activities like picnics, potluck dinners around the holidays, stuff like that. We'd like to continue the tradition, so if you have any ideas of things you'd like us to try, don't be shy. As soon as Warren finishes, you should be able to just do it from your phone." Macao declared.

“Feel free to send Warren an email to encourage him to hurry up, his email is-” Macao teased as Warren yelled at him to shut up.

“As far as the snacks, we’ve decided to just charge a 500 jewel monthly fee rather than asking people to remember to bring stuff. Please make sure to list any allergies you or your children might have on your membership form. Gildarts and I will just buy snacks before every meeting. Everyone okay with that?”

No one complained, and they soon began discussing different possible activities both with the kids and dads only.

Rogue lost interest in the conversation, his eyes darting more and more to the play area. He observed Aki, hoping he could somehow glean the answers to all of his questions just from the way he acted.

Aki ran back to his father, sporting a bright smile on his face as he climbed back on his lap. Gray

hugged him, kissing his forehead and listening to whatever the little boy was telling him. The silver-haired man smiled at both of them, ruffling Aki's hair, which caused the little boy to frown at him, and it was such a perfect replica of Gray's frown that Rogue had to laugh.

There was a longing in him now to have Aki be a part of their lives and to rekindle the bond he'd once shared with Gray, back when things were simpler. He waited impatiently for the meeting to come to a close so that he could try to approach his brother. If nothing else to let him know he wanted to talk.

7:30pm Cleanup

“Alright, our time is up. We’d like to thank everyone for coming, we’ll be here again next week. Please take a moment to help us clean up, and make sure to grab your kids on the way out!” Macao announced as Gildarts appeared with a large garbage bag.

The room once again became chaotic as everyone got up to help with the cleanup. Small groups formed blocking Rogue’s view of Gray and his mysterious companion while others cluttered up the play area in search of their kids.

He finally caught a glimpse of them and without even a word of warning to Sting Rogue took off after them. He tried to get through the crowd to get to his brother, but he was stopped by an older man.

"Are you the journalist Macao was telling me about?" he stared up at Rogue, and though he was furious at the interruption, the man's kind smile made it impossible for him to snap at him.

Instead, he took a deep breath and held his hand out for the older man to shake, “Yes, my name is Rogue Eucliffe.”

“Nice to meet you, I’m Makarov Dreyar.”

For a man his age- and this short, he had to be under 4 feet tall- Makarov had a firm handshake. Whatever he had to say did not quite reach Rogue’s ears. Instead, he was focusing on overhearing the conversation Gray was having with his companion.

"I told you this would be a waste of time," Gray grumbled as they walked towards the exit, a smiling Aki in his arms.

“I wouldn’t say that. This was just as much for Aki as it was for you, and he seems to have enjoyed it immensely. Now, are you going to tell me what your deal is with that guy with the long black hair or what?”

The doors closed behind them, and Rogue felt his frustration grow as Makarov continued to talk to him, asking him questions about his family, which he tried to answer as politely as he could.

"Can you excuse me for just one minute?" Without waiting for a response, Rogue ran out the daycare center exit, down the long hallway and out the community center doors, but he saw no sign of them.

Damn it! How was he supposed to find him now?

With a heavy heart, he hurried back to the daycare center, feeling bad for acting so rudely towards the older man. When he entered, he was surprised to see Sting had already put both boys in the stroller and was talking to Gildarts, million watt smile at the ready.

"Put that away, son, you're liable to blind someone with that thing," Gildarts asserted, looking amused. "I've already told you, I can't give you any private information on any of our members. Would you like it if I just gave out the half-pint's number to anyone that asked?"

“But Gray is his brother,” Sting protested, “You know that for a fact.”

"I do, still doesn't change anything," Gildarts shrugged, "Listen, kid, I wish I could help you out, but my hands are tied. Now, if you were to ask me for information on his companion, that would be a different story."

“What?”

"He gave me business cards and permission to hand them out to anyone who might need one, but you didn't so-" Gildarts turned away, and Rogue wanted nothing more than to throttle him.

Same old Gildarts, always playing games, never taking anything seriously.

“Give me the damn card, Gildarts,” Rogue growled, not in the mood to play along.

“Half-pint, you came back!”

Rogue rolled his eyes, grabbing the card Gildarts offered him and reading it hungrily. Lyon Vastia, Attorney at Reitei Family Law and a phone number. It wasn't what he'd hoped for, but it was something, a connection to Gray no matter how small.

“You talked to him, what did he say?” Rogue demanded, not even bothering to disguise how important the information was to him.

Gildarts crossed his arms “I’m not saying a word until you start talking. What the hell happened between you two? And don’t you dare say nothing, I’m not stupid. I’ve witnessed sworn enemies act happier to see each other.”

The last thing Rogue wanted to do was to rehash the events of the last six years with Gildarts, especially when he was already riled up. But Gildarts had always known how to push all his buttons and this time was no different. The man had been interrogated countless times by professionals and had never been broken, Rogue knew without a doubt Gildarts would not disclose anything until he came clean.

“Fine,” Rogue accepted the terms, but when he opened his mouth to begin Gildarts stopped him.

“Not here.” Gildarts turned to Sting, flashing him his own million watt smile that had wooed more women than any of them had ever been able to count. “Half-Pint’s coming with me to FairyTail, assuming he’s honest with me he shouldn’t be home too late.”

Sting looked like he wanted to protest but one look at Rogue’s face was enough to silence him. Instead, he gave him a quick hug and whispered, “Good luck, I’ll see you when you get home.”

Home. Rogue held on to that word, it had been an empty one for so long, until Sting had come along and given it meaning again. No matter what came of his talk with Gildarts, knowing that he had a home to return to that was full of love and family gave him the strength to suffer through whatever the rest of the night had in store for him.

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“That bastard!” Rogue ranted the second he made it through the door.

Sting shushed him, pointing at the door to the twins’ room. “How much did you have to drink?”

Rogue blinked, trying to remember how many drinks Gildarts had shoved at him as they talked. He shrugged in response, he had no idea.

Sting snatched the baby monitor and the glass of wine he’d been drinking, leaving the other he’d obviously poured for Rogue behind. Grabbing him by the arm he gently led him outside, sitting both of them on the bench swing in their backyard.

“What happened?” Sting pushed his feet against the ground, rocking the swing back and forth slowly.

“I must have talked for hours, I told him everything and-” Rogue was once again filled with rage, “He didn’t know anything, said he tried to get Gray to talk to him but failed.”

Rogue wanted to scream, he felt like such an idiot. How was it that even after all these years Gildarts could still turn him into an insecure child? Gray would never have fallen for that.

He could feel Sting’s eyes on him, even worse he could see the way he was trying hard not to laugh at him.

“That guy is something else,” Sting chuckled with something akin to admiration, “Let me ask you this, outside of the anger you’re obviously experiencing, do you feel any better?”

“What?”

“You heard me, you’ve been holding on to a lot of that stuff for years, I know it’s been eating away at you. He might have been a dick, but he got you to talk about all of it, which is something you desperately needed.”

Rogue had done more than that. Gildarts had always been a man of action. Given all the things he’d come to learn about there was no way he would be willing to stand on the sidelines while people he considered family were floundering about.

No, Rogue thought as he remembered how furious Gildarts had seemed upon hearing the events that had transpired while he’d been handling his own issues. He had unleashed Gildarts on all of them and with a sadistic grin, considering everything he’d gone through on his own, he realized he wasn’t one bit sorry.

He laughed until tears streamed down his cheeks, the alcohol feeding into his hysteria, causing Sting to gaze at him with concern once again.

“You’re right, it’s going be fine,” Rogue finally replied, wiping the tears from his eyes. He waited for Sting to put his glass down and snuggled into him, reveling in his warmth. They swung together for what felt like a long time, enjoying the silence after the chaos of the long evening.

Things were likely to get interesting in the coming weeks but for right now Rogue was at peace.

A/N: This concludes our first multi-chapter story in the main plotline.Gray and Rogue’s story will continue in the sequel which is tentatively titled Brothers.

#fairy tail #ftdadsau #stingue #ftlgbtholidays2019 #ftlgbtales #prompt: limits #gildarts & rogue #loke #Alzack Connell #asuka connell #warren rocko #gildarts & macao #fics

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winx2200 · 4 years

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SasuNaru fanfic

Finally finished this. It’s not perfect but I’ll be editing it later. If anyone’s interested in reading this on another site with a better organization I’ll post it on Wattpad with the same name. I’ve never written romance before so excuse the bad use of words and I’m too lazy to edit this rn so you’re stuck with this bad version. Hope y’all enjoy!

Never Truly Gone

Part 2.

Naruto woke up, frowning at the light barely passing through the slim opening of his curtains.

“What time is it?” He asked groggily, not to anyone in particular. Opening a single eye, he felt around for his phone, groaning in glee when he finally found it. Looking at his phone, all his previous drowsiness faded away.

“Ah! I´m going to be late!” He said, getting up and questioning briefly why he was on the floor when he remembered his answer. Though it he was curious as to how his blanket and pillow magically followed him down the stairs. Deciding not to dwell too much on it, he rushed to the bathroom to freshen up before going to a very important village meeting.

He jumped out the window, stumbling upon contact with the roof of his neighbor’s yet still managing to be completely silent, as not to get another noise complaint.

Naruto hopped from roof to roof, waving carelessly to anyone who happened to get a glimpse of him. This wasn’t unusual behavior, the villagers were all accustomed to the Hokage’s care-free nature, even helping to elevate the town’s spirits in times of crisis. It was their daily routine, and they wouldn’t have it any other way.

Only a few minutes late, Naruto bust into the meeting room breaking the window and landing directly in his chair. In his haste, it almost tipped over, saved by Sakura’s hand.

“Hi everyone!” He smiled, closing his eyes. The council stared at him with disinterest, promptly getting back to what they were discussing prior to his arrival. The only one to say hi to him was Hinata, waving shyly.

“I say we just bust in there, clear them out in one go.” Sakura proposed, crossing her arms.

Shikamaru opened one of his eyes. “How about we do something… less stupid?”

The council began to argue within themselves about what their approach to targeting a group of criminals supposedly living near their area should be. According to rumor’s they were supposed to be fairly strong, one of the main reasons their village would be handling this incident.

“Hey, hey! Calm down.” He said, standing up and waving his arm as if he were talking to a bunch of toddlers.

They immediately quieted down. “Kiba and Shino will scout the place out. If they seem too strong for both of you feel free to call for back up.” Naruto directed, utilizing a more formal tone.

Kiba shrugged. “Seems fun. We’ll get rid of them quickly right Shino?” He joked, jabbing him in the gut with his elbow. “Of course,” Shino stated simply, ignoring the hit he just took.

“Well,” the Hokage clapped, “looks like we finished things here. I’ll be on my way to get breakfast-”

“We’re already done?” Ino asked, disappointed. A few of the more enthusiastic members nodded, wanting to continue the meeting.

“Oh, yeah,” Naruto started, plopping down onto the table, Sakura and Shikamaru distancing themselves from him. “I had someone follow me last night.”

The room got serious, tension beginning to settle in.

“I could sense them but pinpointing them was hard. They seemed relatively passive though. Not really something we should worry about I think.” Naruto scratched his head, picking up the train of his coat and putting it on the table.

“Though… they could be part of the group that’s been causing a ruckus. So that’s why you’re going Kiba… I guess.”

“Thanks!” Kiba boasted.

Ino facepalmed. “Why didn’t you start by this?”

“They could be dangerous…” Shikamaru added.

“I don’t think so,” Naruto said, standing on the table.

“But-” Sakura started.

“No buts. I don’t think we need to pursue them so just focus on your current missions okay?” Naruto cut in, patting Sakura’s head with his foot.

“I- get off me! - guess…” She said, pushing him off the table. The blonde landed on the ground, hardly maintaining his balance. The previous tension was instantly cut due to the silly acts, Hinata giggling at their antics.

“Now that everything is solved. Ramen time!” He yelled, putting his hands in the air and jumping out of the window he broke into, his voice fading as he fell.

The day went by quickly, Kiba and Shino reporting back quickly having already taken care of the group. For safe measure, Naruto commanded a couple of shinobi to take care of the cleanup and monitor the area.

He took an afternoon nap to make up for the lost sleep in the evening, not minding that this could ruin his sleep schedule. When came to it was already sunset, making him wonder why no one had woken him up. It was probably Hinata’s fault anyway, she knew when he needed sleep and told them not to wake him up.

Naruto smiled slightly. He has such good friends.

It was already nine and he had finished all his work so, “Time to go home!” Naruto fist pumped into the air. Outside once again, he felt the air lash at his cheeks, red dust covering them. Naruto facepalmed. “Ugh… I’m so dumb.” He covered his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Indeed you are.” A voice called out of the darkness. Naruto stopped to look towards the source of the sound, but the figure had already moved. He could sense him, but like before, he had no clue where he was. The voice was male, low and husky, the phrase short and simple. It felt familiar, as if he had heard it before, albeit not knowing when or where.

“Hey! Only I can say that!” Naruto yelled, crossing his arms over his chest with a huff.

“As if.” The voice responded, this time coming from another location.

Naruto growled and pursed his lips. “Ah!!! Fight me!” He yelled, completely disregarding that it was nighttime. Another faint voice yelled back, telling him to shut up as there were people who were trying to sleep.

“Sorry!” He said back, his blush not now only just because of the cold.

The figure, wherever he was, began to clap slowly. Naruto’s eyebrows furrowed in anger, his cheeks reddening even more. “Yes, you’re not dumb, very smart indeed.” He hummed in agreement, the amusement visible in his voice.

“I’m not dumb, dumbass.” The voice said.

“Says the idiot.” Naruto shot back.

“Imbecile.”

“Stupid.”

“Dunce.”

“Uh… You… Y-you…”

“Cat got your tongue?” The voice teased.

“Die, you constipated vulture!” Naruto quickly responded.

The figure, unable to contain their anger, flew out of the shadows jumping towards the blonde. Naruto sprung out of the way with ease, smirking at the figure. They were a few feet away apart, both illuminated by separate lamposts for the sake of composition. The stranger wore the same clothes as before, his position seemingly normal, but the slight tension in his posture showing he was prepared for any attacks Naruto planned to make.

“Haha! I got you out of the shadows!” He mocked, putting a hand on his stomach. They just crossed their arms, facing away from Naruto. “Ignoring me now? Hmph, then I will too. Good day, sir.” He joked, walking away from the individual.

Naruto waved, not looking back. “See you later!”

“Are you going to leave just like that?”

“I’m not having an argument with a vulture!”

“I’m not a vulture!”

“You look like it with that hair!” Naruto said, not bothering to turn back as the voice faded.

“And you look like you got hit by a thunderbolt!”

Naruto turned around rage bubbling up his throat. But he was met with no one, he couldn’t sense the person anymore. Sort of disappointed, Naruto walked back to his house, his shoulders slightly hunched. The person no doubt got on his nerves, but it was sort of fun, exhilarating even to be able to banter with someone so easily.

It reminded him of a previous relationship he had with somebody he used to know. His heart was doused in guilt, and Sadness threatened to spill over in the form of tears. He shook his head, trying to push his feelings down and think of something else. Like the mysterious person following him around.

His instincts were that they harbored no ill intentions, and that made him even more curious. Why him? The most dangerous person in the village? They must be confident in their abilities then, maybe even on par with his. This, however, was a little more threatening to him. He needed to be strong, to protect his friends.

Rubbing his head, Naruto looked up at the stars. He wondered if Sasuke was looking down on him.

The stranger ran away from the Hokage, a small smirk playing on his lips. It was weird squabbling with his old friends, especially when they had spent so much time apart. For some reason, they still fit perfectly, insults bouncing off each other, neither taking them too seriously.

Not that he’d admit it aloud, but he missed it. He missed being able to simply talk with his - something else he wouldn’t admit aloud - best friend. At least that’s what Naruto probably thought of their relationship. As just… friends. Even if it was a long time ago his feeling never properly went away, the strange sense of hurt and pain in his heart whenever he’d jokingly call them best friend, a feeling of euphoria consuming him anytime he’d see the blonde laugh heartedly at his sarcasm, a slight blush spreading across his cheeks, or when he executed a difficult Jutsu with grace, only to be destroyed by his boasting in the end.

God, he loved it, he loved him. And this time he spent without seeing him made him really realize and accept his feelings after four long stubborn years.

Slapping his cheeks (silently, somehow) Sasuke inhaled sharply. And it hurt. Knowing that they could never be what he wanted, and it was all his fault, not that Naruto would ever like him like that anyway.

#naruto love sasunaru bl yaoi sasuke

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hobiorbit · 5 years

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table for one (m.)

pairing: kim taehyung x reader warnings: cheating/infidelity, public sex, slight exhibitionism(?), dirty talk, (semi) rough sex, waiter taehyung, jikook fuck around but its mentioned like.. twice, reader is biologically female summary: after being cheated on by your boyfriend, you figure the only thing to cheer you up is some food from your favorite local diner. only, they hired a new waiter and he's really hot- office sex ensues. A/N: cross posted from my ao3 account, also conveniently known as hobiorbit!

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” You said quietly, voice full of rage. In front of you was your boyfriend in his pale naked glory- flopping on some other girl who was most certainly not you. She sounded gross, too.

Immediately after hearing your voice, Yoongi jumped away from the girl, yanking the blanket around his own form as he left her naked and afraid in your shared bedroom. “Kitten, I can explain.” He said breathlessly, sweat slicking his hairline. The nickname used to be something you loved- however, not it filled your with disgust. You saw the man try and reach out for you, to which you violently turned your shoulder away.

The other girl was just watching from the bed, not even bothering to try and find her missing clothes. You sent her a nasty glare. “Get out, bitch! Or I’ll beat your ass too.” You threatened, even though you had zero intention of beating anyone’s ass. As much as you hated the truthfulness to it, violence truly was never the answer. Nonetheless, both parties seemed to be scared, as Yoongi stiffened while the unnamed girl finally scrambled to gather her things and get out.

When you heard the front door to your apartment shut, Yoongi continued to make his case. “I was drunk- Y/N, baby, believe me. I love you so much.” He said desperately, making you roll your eyes in response.

“It’s barely one in the afternoon, Yoongi. You’re not a fucking day drinker. Listen- let’s just cut to the chase. This is unforgivable, and you’re dumb if you think I’d take you back after this. I don’t care if this is the first time or the hundredth, all I want you to do is get your shit out of here and never talk to me again.” You told him, walking to the front door and grabbing your backpack, bending down to put your shoes on. Yoongi walked after you, comforter still wrapped around his form.

It was a pitiful sight.

“You don’t mean that, Y/N. We’re soulmates, every couple has some hiccups in their relationship.” Yoongi told you. You wondered to yourself- when did he start saying such dumb things?

“Yoongi, a hiccup in a relationship is forgetting an anniversary, or cancelling too many date nights. Not fucking some random chick in your own shared bedroom. Seriously. I’ll stay with Hoseok for a day or two, but after that I’m coming back. If your stuff isn’t out of here I’m gonna call the police or something. You’d better call Namjoon.” You told him, not bothering to listen to his curses as you left the apartment, slamming the door behind you for good measure. So what if the neighbors were mad at you for a day or two.

Hoseok was used to you coming into his house uninvited- you tended to do what you wanted after years of friendship, and he couldn’t get mad at you for it because he tended to do the same thing. Even when you were in a relationship.

However, Hoseok wasn’t used to seeing you crying- you tended to do that in peace, and you weren’t one to make a big deal over it. The sight pulled at the strings of his heart, because he immediately dropped what he was doing to run over and wrap his arms around you.

“Y/N, what happened? Are you okay?” He asked, holding you tight as he spoke softly against your ear. Your body wracked with silent sobs as you tried to compose yourself enough to speak. You were fine until you got to Hoseok’s house, reality finally setting in.

“Y-Yoongi,” You said breathlessly, heaving in heavy breaths of air. Hoseok shushed you, trying to infer what was making you sad due to your state. “Yoongi what? Is he hurt?” Hoseok asked you, making you cry harder as you shook your head.

“No,” You said, violently wiping at your eyes, causing Hoseok to tear your hand away from your face. “He cheated, on m-me.” You stuttered, fat tears coming from your eyes and streaming down your face. Hoseok cursed, bringing you close once again as he whispered promises to hurt your now ex boyfriend- along with telling you that everything would be okay, and you could do a lot better.

Taehyung hated his new job. Tutoring randoms and picking up small campus jobs wasn’t cutting it, and he needed to find something new and accessible. The diner job he picked up was both a blessing and a curse. It provided a nice stream of money, seeing as he got paid both minimum wage and tips. On the downside, he spent hours on his feet and he had to deal with the public.

Some days went smoothly and he met cool new people, and other days middle aged office workers felt the need to take their dissatisfaction with their own lives out on him. Whatever worked, he guessed.

“Taehyung, this is your first closing shift. You sure you’ll be okay? Jungkook and Jimin are still here, and Joy’s in the back.” The manager, Jin told him. Taehyung nodded affirmatively.

“I’m sure I’ll be okay. Thanks, hyung.” Taehyung told the older man, watching as he left, the doors jingling with the bell that signalled the arrival or departure. Taehyung looked to the clock, sighing as he knew he had quite a night ahead of him. The clock was just pushing five-thirty pm, and his shift didn’t end until about midnight, counting clean up.

There were a couple people seated in the diner, mostly old couples along with a couple of middle and high school students, enjoying their time off from school.

Most of them were seated in Jimin’s section, who was a pretty good waiter when he wasn’t flirting with the cook, Jungkook. Jimin always seemed to know when to visit his tables, though, seeing as they never got irritated with him and always left good tips. Damn his good personality and charming smile.

Things went pretty smoothly since Jin had left, Taehyung busying himself with bussing tables and cleaning up various surfaces when he wasn’t able to entertain himself with customers.

When the clock struck eleven pm, Taehyung knew he was in the homestretch. Jungkook was doing cleanup and would be heading out as soon as it was eleven-thirty, and Jimin and Joy had left hours earlier. Taehyung got an early start to his cleanup, and things began looking up as he imagined the pay check he’d receive at the end of the week.

However, everything came crashing down when he heard the bell above the diner doors ring, a telltale sign a customer in. Jungkook let out a muffled ‘Fuck!’ from the kitchen, grunting about how he’d have to clean up all over again. Sharing his coworker’s disdain, Taehyung shifted his gaze over to the new customer.

You hadn’t eaten the entire day. You’d been too sad to do anything, lazing around on Hoseok’s couch, going in and out of bouts of sadness, crying on your best friend’s shoulder. He told you that he’d come with you, that he’d order food to the house or go and pick something up. And as tempting as the offers sounded, you knew some alone time might be good- to clear your head, you hoped.

Although, you didn’t realize how late it was. It was clear, judging by the emptiness of your favorite diner. There was a new waiter, staring at you curiously. Your eyes were bloodshot and your face was puffy- telltale signs that you’d been crying.

“Sorry, I didn’t realize the time…” You mumbled, eyes looking toward the fridge where you knew they kept their cool desserts. “I’ll just take some pie and get out of your hair, then.” You said sadly. It totally wasn’t what you wanted. You were craving the warm feeling the diner’s breakfast gave to you, but the last thing you wanted to be was a burden.

If you were anyone else, Taehyung would’ve shoved the pie in your face and sent you on your merry way. But you looked so sad, so broken. Taehyung was infatuated, and he wanted to hear a little bit of your story, maybe even see you smile. “Hold on.” He said, holding a finger up before going back to the kitchen.

“You can just go home, Jungkook. I’ll cook her food and finish clean up, it’s not that serious.” Jungkook looked at the older wide eyed, wondering if what he was hearing was real. He quickly took his apron off, as if he was too slow Taehyung would take the opportunity away.

“Thanks, hyung. I’ll give you ten bucks off my next pay check.” Jungkook said in a rushed manner, quickly going to leave the kitchen. Taehyung told him it wasn’t necessary before returning out front to tend to you.

“Good news, I’m the only one left and I’m willing to cook. What can I get for you?” Taehyung asked, fiddling with a menu before you put your hand up. “Are you sure?” You asked before rambling off your order, giving him time to change his mind so he could return home earlier than half past midnight. Taehyung sent you a strong nod, looking at you expectantly.

“The original breakfast plate, please…” You trailed off, observing the waiter- Taehyung, according to his name tag, curiously. He sent you a large, boxy smile that left a warm feeling in your stomach, the first time you felt a positive emotion all day.

“Good choice, our breakfast rocks.” Taehyung said happily. “By the way, you can grab a seat wherever.” he told you over his shoulder. Once he was out of sight, you looked around the restaurant. Your gaze lingered over the booth you and Yoongi always used to occupy, a lonely and empty feeling occupying itself in the bleakness of your chest.

Deciding tonight would be the night of new beginnings, you chose a booth on the complete opposite side of the restaurant, patiently awaiting your food as you fiddled with your phone. You sent Hoseok a text saying that you were okay, knowing the man would be up all night if you didn’t do so. Well, he’d probably stay up anyway, just with less anxiety.

In what seemed like record time, the cute waiter came out with your plate of steaming food, filling you with anticipation. You could smell it even when he was a couple feet away, and your stomach grumbled for the first time that day. Your appetite had been restored.

“Someone’s excited,” Taehyung giggled when he saw your face, setting the food down in front of you. You smiled sheepishly. “It’s been a tough day… Haven’t eaten for a while.” You said sheepishly. Taehyung frowned at the revelation. Something about his presence made you want to spill all of your feelings to him.

“I mean, I get it if you don’t want to talk to your random waiter at 11 at night- but I’d be happy to listen.” Taehyung trailed off, idling by your booth as you weighed your options. Figuring you couldn’t sink much lower, you nodded your head slowly.

“I think I’d like that… You can sit down. I’m Y/N.” You figured introducing yourself would be the best course of action since you’d probably end up telling the waiter about all of your recent life problems. Taehyung gave you what seemed to be a signature soft smile, one that made you feel comfy, almost. “Nice to meet you Y/N. I’m Taehyung… If you didn’t see my name tag already. So, what’s got you down today? If you don’t mind me asking.” He asked after sidling into the other side of the booth, clasping his hands together and looking at you expectantly.

You sighed before shoving a forkful of hashbrowns into your mouth, chewing slowly to avoid answering the question. Taehyung tried not to squeal at how cute you looked with stuffed cheeks.

When you swallowed your food, you pouted before beginning to speak. “My boyfriend… Well, ex-boyfriend,” You said, feeling weird at how the words sounded coming from your mouth. “He cheated on me, to keep it short and simple.” You cut to the chase, averting your gaze from Taehyung’s in embarrassment.

You kept eating, trying not to think about the waiter’s impression of you- A pitiful girl who couldn’t keep her boyfriend around, eating breakfast at 11:18 at night.

“Sorry for being silent,” Taehyung said quietly. “I just can’t really believe that. I know I haven’t known you for too long, but no one deserves something like that. You seem nice and you’re very beautiful.” Taehyung said genuinely, making your body heat up. His voice was deep and honeyed, caramel skin complimenting all of his features beautifully. Being complimented by him could restore even the most insecure person’s view of themselves.

He must’ve noted the surprise in your expression, because he smiled and nodded. “Yeah, I mean it. I haven’t even seen you smile yet and you’re definitely one of the prettiest girls I’ve ever seen- not to be a creep or anything.” He laughed, almost making you choke on your eggs.

When you swallowed, you gave him a real smile. “Thanks, Taehyung. I guess I needed that. I mean, I get that him cheating wasn’t my fault, but it doesn’t stop those thoughts from coming in. Like, not to get graphic, but maybe I just didn’t satisfy him enough, you know? But the worst part is that he dared to call it a ‘hiccup.’ As in, something every relationship has. I almost had to throw a shoe at him.” You said, making Taehyung snort in disbelief.

“Sheesh, he sounds like a keeper. Honestly, at least he’s out of your hair for now. And I bet you were just fine. Men can get greedy and you’re right, him cheating on you has nothing to do with you and everything to do with him. What an asshole.” Taehyung scoffed, narrowing his eyebrows a bit. His eyebrows were full. They looked nice.

You giggled at how blunt he was, finding his company very nice. “You’re pretty cool, Taehyung.” You told him. He smiled and averted his gaze, feeling fully flustered. “So, what brings you here? I come to this place pretty often and this is the first time I’ve seen you.” You said honestly, wanting to get to know the hot waiter more. “Ah,” Taehyung started, nodding. “I needed to pick up a job to pay for my classes. This was the only one that agreed with my schedule and my student loans.” Taehyung said bluntly, making you snort.

“God, I know the feeling. My ex tried to get me to work at hooters, I never turned something down so quick. I used to work as a barista, and now I work at a flower shop. But hey, now that you’re here I might start having to come in more.” You said in a very obvious attempt at flirting. Taehyung smiled and bit the corner of his lip.

“Hooters… classy. And yeah, come in any time you want. It’d make my shift worth while.” Taehyung told you. He clearly received your signals and was sending them back full force, making excitement grow in the pit of your stomach.

“You flatter me, Mr. Waiter. I’m sure all the old lady regulars are just keen on you.” You told him. He smiled and shook his head.

“Actually, everyone seems to be obsessed with another waiter- Jimin’s his name.” He said, making you nod and hum.

“That makes sense. Everyone loves him. I think my ex even started to have a crush on him, maybe that’s why I haven’t been in in a while,” You giggled, covering your mouth. “But in your defense, I think I like you more than Jimin.”

Taehyung’s eyebrows raised in surprise at the revelation. “You know just what to say, don’t you?” He said in that deep voice of his. You smiled flirtatiously and tilted your head to the side, taking a sip of the water he’d brought along with your meal.

“Not usually- I’m always pretty awkward. Maybe you just bring out the best in me…” You trailed off, feeling the embarrassment of your flirting start to catch up with you, a burning sensation crawling up your neck all the way to the tip of your ears. Taehyung hardly seemed phased.

“Y/N…” Taehyung said. “Feel free to kick me in the nuts and leave, but I think we both might be on the same page. So I’ll just get straight to it- Do you want me?” Taehyung asked you, leaning over the table to get closer, eyes piercing into your own.

Air seemed to stop circulating through your lungs, eyes opening wide. Sure, you’d both been thinking of it, but you didn’t expect him to say it out loud. It filled your entire being with lust.

“Yes…” You answered, sure of yourself. Hoseok smiled and tilted his head. “Yes what, sweetheart?” He asked you. Oh, so this was his game. “Yes… I want you, Taehyung.” Seeming pleased with your answer, he smiled and got up.

“Come with me, then. Sorry if you’re an exhibitionist, but this is a bit too many windows for me.” Taehyung said, holding his large hand out for you to hold. You took it, stomach flipping in anticipation as he led you farther into the diner.

“Where are we going?” You inquired curiously. He looked at you over his shoulder and winked. “The office, of course. It’s got enough privacy… And it’s the only room without cameras in it, not that anyone checks them. Jimin and Jungkook come in here on their breaks all the time.” Taehyung said matter of factly, making you flush with embarrassment. How could he be so chill about having sex on shift?

“Nice.” You said, not knowing what else to say. He took out his keys and unlocked the room, allowing you to walk in first- not without a light smack to your ass that excited you more than it should have.

“Fuck, you’re so hot… Right when you came in you took my breath away.” Taehyung said, pulling out the office chair and sitting in it, spreading his legs and patting his lap as a signal for you to straddle him. You followed immediately, his constant genuine compliments doing nothing to hinder your confidence.

His work pants did absolutely nothing to hide his hard on, thick and hard right against your thigh as you settled over him. Taehyung immediately slid his hands up your legs, stopping at your hips and gripping them firmly. “If I’m hot, you’re godly.” You breathed against his lips.

He broke the distance between the two of you, capturing your lips in his and immediately ensuing in a passionate, hard kiss. Taehyung rubbed his hands up and down your sides, grinding his hips into yours as his tongue weaved into your mouth. He suffocated every one of your senses in the best way possible.

You whimpered when he made a particularly hard thrust, grinding your ass into his lap in fervor.

“You want it, huh? Want me to fuck you, baby?” He asked against your lips, hot breath fanning over you. You nodded enthusiastically in response, but it wasn’t enough for Taehyung. One of his large hands slid down to your behind, grabbing your ass firmly. “Answer me, Y/N. Use your words like a big girl.” He told you.

You whined but entertained his ideal. “Yeah, Taehyung, want it so bad. Want you to fuck me so hard.” You moaned, rolling your hips over his and throwing your head back. “Fuck,” He said, hands going to undo his belt. You hovered above him, letting him push his pants down- they only made it to his knees before he got annoyed, pulling his underwear halfway down as well.

You outwardly gawked at his cock, wondering how beautiful the entirety of a human could be- his dick was just as pretty as him, veins running down the thick length accompanied by a rosie head with a bead of precum forming at the top. It made your mouth water.

“Like what you see?” He breathed, wrapping a hand around himself and pumping slowly, hissing at the sudden pleasure. You nodded, eyes completely clouded with lust.

“I’m feeling a little exposed, baby… Why don’t you lift that skirt of yours and show me that pretty pussy?” Taehyung asked you, toying with the hem of your pleated skirt. Originally, you’d worn it for Yoongi, knowing you in skirts was one of his favorite things. You were glad you did, because now it meant easy access for Taehyung.

Immediately, your hands went to the waist of your skirt, pulling it as far up your midriff as you could before holding the fabric up, wiggling your hips to show Taehyung your panties. Taehyung groaned, biting the corner of his lip before bringing a thumb to your covered pussy, pressing it directly into your clit. You jerked your hips, moaning out loud from the sudden stimulation he gave you. He hummed, clearly enjoying how responsive you were.

“Look at these pretty panties for your pretty pussy… Fuck, you’re so wet.” Taehyung groaned in awe, glazing his finger over the dampness of your panties, drawing tight circles on your clit before becoming fed up, pulling the fabric to your side. He threw his head back when you were exposed to his gaze.

“You really are beautiful… Best pussy I’ve ever seen, you know that?” Taehyung told you. You flustered at the crude comment, but appreciated it nonetheless. “I didn’t think a dick could be pretty until I met you.” You told him honestly, wrapping a hand around his length and gently jerking it. He canted his hips along with your hands, finally pushing it away when he couldn’t do it anymore.

“I need to be inside of you,” He groaned. “Here, I’ll get a condom.” He told you, placing a hand on the small of your back to stabilize you as he spun the chair around, hand pulling out a drawer and grabbing a condom. Your eyebrows shot up in surprise, wondering why on earth there were condoms in the office.

“I told you Jimin and Kookie come in here all the time…” Taehyung told you, ripping the foil open carefully and rolling it onto his length. Taehyung drifted his fingers over your pussy, stopping at your hole to tease it. “Do you think you’re ready for me, baby?” He asked you considerately. Honestly, you wanted to yell- you were ready for him the minute you stepped into the diner.

“Yes, fuck me, oh my God- please.” You begged. Taehyung laughed at your attitude but grabbed his cock anyway, rubbing it up and down your pussy before inserting himself. Both of you groaned when he finally slipped inside. You were deliciously tight, the friction you caused mindblowing to him. The thickness made you feel so perfectly full, it was wonderful.

“You’re amazing,” He breathed from under you, grabbing both of your hips and beginning a brutal pace. Taehyung wasted no time, slamming into you from under your body, hitting every spot inside of you deliciously. “Oh m-my fuck,” You whined, throwing your head back and jerking your body to meet his thrusts, finding your end already near.

“You’re s-so good.” You whined, putting a hand on his shoulder for leverage. Taehyung leaned forward, dragging the collar of your shirt down and began to suck and kiss at your neck. “Baby, you’re better. So fucking tight and sweet.” He told you right against your ear, leaving your completely breathless from how much stimulation he was giving you. There was no doubt in your mind he could make you come without even touching your clit- something that you weren’t even sure was possible.

“Oh my god, Taehyung, I’m already gonna cum.” You whimpered, leaning your head down onto his neck. He grunted, moving his hips even faster, gripping your own body to slam you down onto his cock. “Me too, Y/N, me too baby. Wait for me- fuck, wanna come with you. Wanna cum in your tight pussy.” He told you, leaving you to let out a long moan.

With a couple more intense thrusts coupled with his thumb rubbing circles onto your clit, both of you were reaching your highs. You pussy clamped down on him as you threw your head back, mouth open wide in a silent scream. “Fuck!” Taehyung grunted, stilling inside of you and giving small jerks, riding his high out. He kept rubbing your clit until you weakly swiped it away, discomforted by overstimulation.

The two of you sat in silence for a bit, you still tucked into his neck as the both of you tried to regain composure. Taehyung was breathing heavily against your ear, eyes fully closed and a lazy smile on his face. He looked really cute, you hated to admit. After a couple of minutes he opened one eye, raising his eyebrow at you, fully aware that he’d caught you staring.

“What’s up, good looking?” He asked, earning himself a light slap to his shoulder. “Oh, you know, just got done with some personal affairs.” You answered nonetheless, making him snort. “You’re cute.” He told you nonchalantly. You averted your gaze in embarrassment. “Thank you…” You trailed off, not knowing exactly what to say. This certainly wasn’t like any other one night stand- you found yourself thoroughly enjoying Taehyung for his personality, as well.

When you moved backward to right your clothes, he did the same. Once the two of you were as decent as you could get, you exited the office in silence. It wasn’t awkward- but the tension was apparent. Like there was something that the both of you were itching to say. When you finally got to the door, Taehyung reached his hand out to close around the sleeve of your sweater. He looked flustered and troubled- how did he make everything look cute?

“I know I’m totally doing this backwards and it’s probably way too fast considering your situation, but I really like you, Y/N. Would you… Want to go out on a date with me?” He asked you, locking his gaze with yours. His eyes were hopeful.

A soft smile stretched across your lips at the question, nodding your head happily. “I’d really love that, Taehyung. I like you too… Here, I’ll give you my number.” You said, holding your hand out idly and waiting for your phone. Immediately, Taehyung digged in the back pocket of his pants for his phone, almost dropping during the journey from his hand to yours. You tried not to coo at his wallpapers, which were pictures of him and his friends.

Within a couple of seconds, your contact was in his phone. Thanks to the clock, you were fully aware that you were gone way too long to just have gotten a simple dinner. “I hate to cut it short, but my friend might have a heart attack if I don’t return home, like, now. But seriously… I’d love to go out with you.” You told him honestly. He smiled happily in return.

“Expect a call from me in three to five business days! Actually, probably a lot sooner. I’m not good at waiting.” He said, shrugging his shoulders and making your laugh. You shook your head.

“Me neither.” You agreed. Leaning to plant a kiss on his cheek before exiting the diner and travelling to your car with a new pip to your step. Maybe you should’ve thanked Yoongi… Nah.

Thanks to that wonderful thing called bluetooth, you called Hoseok on your drive home to his house. He answered almost immediately, and you could tell he was displeased with your absence. You saw that he’d left you texts, but hadn’t bothered to read them.

“Where have you been?” The man asked, getting straight to the chase. You giggled, wondering how you were going to explain the recent events to your friend. Deciding it was something that should be spoken about in person, you continued on.

“I really want to get to the details when I get there- but basically, I just had the best sex ever and I might have a date, too.” You told him, shrugging your shoulders even though he couldn’t see it. The line was silent for a while, as if he was processing the information. You snorted when you imagined what his face must’ve looked like.

“Bitch, what? You were supposed to be getting food- where’d you go?” He asked incredulously. You laughed in response.

“Oh, I got food. A two for one, if you will.”

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lets-watch-mha · 4 years

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Episode 3: Roaring Muscles (part 2)

“Of course he said yes, it was his dream his entire life.” Said Kirishima.

“Isn’t that a big responsibility to give someone? Especially a middle schooler...” said Sato.

“Midoriya has always acted as if it was his responsibility to carry the world’s weight on his shoulders and save everyone, it’s no wonder All Might chose him for this mission.” said Todoroki.

“He’s kind of like All Might himself.” said Shoji.

“You know, I don’t think Deku would have ever given up on being a hero. Even without All Might. He would have found a way.” Said Uraraka.

“I think you are right, Uraraka.” agreed Iida.

Scene: Dagoba Municipal Beach Park. Two days later - Early morning.

“Ooh, I was there once!” Ashido exclaimed, “apparently it used to be a dump but then someone cleaned it up.”

All Might sat on a big fridge in his muscle form, hugging his knees. The fridge was tied up with roped that were connected to Midoriya, who groaned as he tried to drag it with all of his power, but with no use.

“Hey, hey, hey! This is such a comfy fridge to sit on!” All Might teased. Midoriya then fell from the ropes and landed on his face.

“Jeez, All Might. Isn’t that a little too much?” asked Hagakure.

“And it doesn’t even look like he had his quirk at this point.” Kaminari addrd.

“If you could move it even a little, it would be a little easier.” All Might tried to give an advice as Midoriya raised his head from the floor, groaning. He turned around to face All Might.

“Well yeah, I mean, you weigh 274 kilograms, right?”

“No, I lost weight, so I'm only 255 kilograms now, in this form.” he replied without a trace of irony, and Midoriya sighed.

“Anyway, why am I dragging trash at the beach park?” the boy asked, looking at the endless piles of trash around them.

All Might laughed. “It's 'cause, you know, you're not a proper vessel.” he took out his phones and took multiple pictures of the sand-covered kid laying on the floor. “ok, that’s just cruel!” Jiro booed.

“Never took All Might to be the mocking type.” said Todoroki.

“What you're saying now is the opposite of what you said before!” Midoriya jumped as he noticed All Might taking pictures of him, and then screamed.

"I'm talking about your body.” All Might clarified, still taking pictures.

Midoriya stopped screaming and looked at All Might, questioning.

“My Quirk, One For All, is the fullest physical ability of many people gathered into one.” The hero explained. “An unprepared body cannot inherit it fully.”

“The limbs will come off and the body will explode.” a picture of Midoriya’s limbs ripping away from his body with the sound effect “KABOOM” appeared in order to emphasize.

"The limbs will what?!” Midoriya shook his head to get rid of the image "Then... I'm picking up trash in order to train my body...?” Midoriya made sure.

“Yes!” All Might confirmed, then added:” But that's not all. After some research on the internet yesterday, I discovered that part of this beach park's coast has been like this for many years.” All Might lightly tapped the fridge, but that had enough power to make a hole in it.

“Yeah... For some reason, because of the currents, objects drift here a lot, and people take advantage of that to hide their illegal dumping... The local residents don't come near here, either.” Midoriya reassured, anywhere he looked, there was just more garbage, you couldn’t see even a bit of sand.

“Heroes these days are all after the showy stuff. Originally, being a hero meant doing volunteer service.” All Might used one hand to press down on the fridge, crushing it casually while explaining: “Even if people called that boring or whatever. You can't waver from those roots. You will restore the horizon for this whole section! That is your first step toward becoming a hero!” the Fridge blew into shards, revealing the view of the beach in the place where it used to be.

“My first step...?” Midoriya echoed, looking around dumbfounded “Clean... this... All of it...?!”

Ashido made a frustrated noise and put her head in her hands:”There’s no way Midoriya cleaned this entire thing!”

Kaminari lied down:”I think if I’ll find ONE more secret about Midoriya my head will explode.”

“Same, bro.” Said Kirishima, ”Even though, this is manly as hell.”

"Young Midoriya, you want to go to U.A right?” All Might asked.

“Yes...” He replied quietly and again louder: “Yes!”

“Because it's where you went! So if I'm going to go... I thought... it would definitely have to be U.A...” Midoriya put his hand on his chest, staring dreamily.

“You’re a go-getter fanboy!“ All Might declared, making Midoriya blush, his shirt was a simple T-Shirt with the words “ALL M” written largely on front.

“But I've told you this before.It's not something you can do without a Quirk. It's sad, but that is what the reality is. And U.A.'s is the hardest hero course to get into. In other words...”

Midoriya finished his sentence: “In the ten months until U.A.'s entrance exam, I have to complete my vessel!”

“He started training only 10 months before the test? man, no wonder he had to do something so big.” said Jiro.

All Might turned to face him again “That's where this comes in!“ he tapped a group of papers he was holding in his hand. “I came up with this "Aim to Pass American Dream Plan"!”

“I am pretty sure none of this is related to America in any way.” said Ojiro.

Sero shrugged: “Every hero has their thing. All Might’s thing is America.”

“It's a training plan to help you finish cleaning up the beach.” The screen showed papers with things such as “meal menu” and “weekend schedule”. “I'll have you follow this in every aspect of your life!” the man declared proudly.

Midoriya flipped through the pages, looking astounded:”Even sleep is included...”

All Might leaned closer to Midoriya and whispered to his ear:” Frankly, this is a super hard schedule. Can you follow it?”

“Of course... “ Midoriya held the papers in his hands like he was holding a treasure map. He grin was a little scary, showing that there was no stopping him now. “I have to work many times harder than anyone else, or else I can't do it!”

All Might nodded approvingly.

upbeat music started playing as the narrator resumed: ‘And so began my ten months of hell.’

“Training montage!” Uraraka gushed.

Midoriya groaned as he tried to pull a far-too-heavy locker cabinet. All Might yelled Orders, now in his skinny form: “Carry that to the park entrance! Put it in the truck!”

‘Depending on size and shape, the muscles I have to use are completely different! I see... This is...!’ Midoriya talked to himself as he run, carrying a tire in one arms. He looked tried and sweaty, but determined. “Run! Run! Ten months will be over before you know it!” All Might goaded. Midoriya fell down again.

“Let’s become athletic!” All Might shouted and Midoriya got up again and continued to run.

“Wow...he was really out of shape back then.” said Sato.

“He indeed changed a lot.” Iida agree.

Scene: "Aldera Junior High"

A teacher read from his notes as Midoriya sat in the class, looking excused. “Let's see... With the appearance of superpowers, the Building Standards Act was revised, and the Minister of Land-”

Midoriya zoned out,’ This is tough... Ten months of this, huh?’

The camera shifted to show a new page in his notebook titled:"Proposed Independent Training Menu"

“And that’s how Midoriya’s addiction to working out has began, such a lovely story.” said Kaminari.

“Midoriya, you can’t keep overworking yourself! You’ll get hurt!” Yaoyorozu scolded.

‘it'll be hard if I don't finish by a week before the exam...’ he started filling the blank page.

‘Which means, there are 294 days left... Taking into consideration a sufficient recovery period if I rest for two days in between, that gives me...’ Midoriya tapped a finger on his mouth as got lost in his thoughts, the background changed as the word ‘mutter’ appeared over and over. ‘..about 5 days of real training even if I'm efficient... I can get in about five hours of training morning and night, so that's 490 hours...’ Midoriya didn’t notice that he was talking out loud, making his classmates look back at him, looking both surprised and amused.

“Oh no, he’s doing that again...” said Mineta.

"Also, that beach cleanup doesn't work out any specific parts of the body, if I don't work out my whole body equally, then there's no way I'll make it. Bodybuilding to create a body able to adapt to any situation... Literally intensive training to become a hero... All Might can't stay and watch me the whole time...’

Even the teacher stopped his lecture and just stared with an open jaw at the boy who was completely in his own world.

‘ All Might can't stay and watch me the whole time... If I don't do as much efficient independent training as I can, there's no way I can catch up the way I am now... Anyway, I'll have to cut-’

The teacher lengthened his arm and hit his head, waking him up from the trance. “Midoriya, hey!” The teacher said.

The green-haired boy gasped and covered his mouth. He looked up to see his classmates and teacher smiling mockingly.

“Did your encounter with the villain make you go crazy?” the teacher teased. The classmates around Midoriya snickered. “it's presumptuous to think of getting into U.A. like that.“ The man rebuked .

“That was just low...” said Jiro.

“It’s shameful of a teacher to bully his own student.” agreed Iida, then earned a few gasped, since he never condemned an authority figure before.

‘Plus, I have to study for the entrance exam.’ Midoriya remembered.

The students were gossiping and chuckling, all but Bakugo who sat there annoyed.

Scene: Dagoba Municipal Beach Park

The upbeat music resumed, as well as the montage. Small moments flashed at the screen:

Midoriya pushing two wheels on top of each other, each as big as he is, All Might gesturing him to hurry up.

Midoriya panting as he run while the sun was setting.

Midoriya showing his mom the new dishes All Might gave him, asking her to make them for dinner.

“That’s Midoriya’s mom? she put on some weig-” Mineta couldn’t finish the sentence because an elbow was pushed to his ribs.

Midoriya eating the food.

“That dish is actually great for gaining muscle mass.” Ojiro noted.

Midoriya staying up late, sitting in front of the computer and writing in his notebook.

“Go to sleep, Deku!” cried Uraraka.

Midoriya pushing a large safe. It’s hard but he’s making progress.

All Might pointing on a paragraph in one of the papers, a serious expression on his face.

Midoriya being almost crushed by large weights, All Might rushing in to help.

Midoriya dripping sweat, doing push-ups.

Midoriya sleeping with his eyes open in class, his hand writing by itself.

Midoriya eating his dish voraciously, then asking for more, his mother blinking in surprise.

Midoriya going for a run during the evening.

Midoriya panting and dripping sweat then puking on the sand. All Might shaking his head and spreading his arms.

Midoriya’s feet dragging into the sand, as he fruitlessly tries to push away a rusting truck in the heavy rain. All Might signing.

“All Might this is a freaking truck.” said Sero.

Midoriya swimming in the sea back and forth, being observed by All Might in a swimming suit in his muscle form. The beach is clean enough at this point so you can see a few girls with hearts in their eyes approaching the hero.

Midoriya lifting weights, Midoriya loading another wreck onto the same truck, that is now clean and working again.

Midoriya writing in class as his other hand squeezes a training device underneath the table.

“That’s what I call ‘plus ultra’! have you ever seen in your life something this manly?” Kirishima beamed.

“Kirishima, that’s called ‘overworking’. It’s not healthy!” Ojiro said.

“He does seem to push himself very hard...” said Iida with concern.

Midoriya being crushed under All Might’s weight as he carries him along the coast.

“I have a feeling that if Recovery Girl had seen it, All Might would be dead right now.” said Kaminari.

“Don’t worry, she doesn’t have do.” Aizawa deadpanned.

The music ended and the screen went black.

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ilovemydarkandstormyknight · 5 years

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Sunflower

A special thanks to @lifein-confusion for beta reading for me!

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At first, Logan hadn’t even noticed. In fact, if Roman hadn’t pointed it out to him, it would have taken him much longer to figure it out. That’s not to say he never would have- well, who was he kidding, he was so emotionally inept that he probably would never have figured it out.

Logan walked into the kitchen, where Patton had just started pulling out for dinner that night. Logan was fantastic at baking, it really was just chemistry, it’s elements put together in just the right way to make something different. And although baking was his specialty, cooking was just never his thing. Whenever Logan tried to make anything, it exploded in his face. (figuratively… sometimes) So, he left the cooking to Patton, occasionally stepping in to help.

“Hello sunshine. Would you like some help?”

Patton looked up, tilting his head slightly, like a puppy. Adorable , Logan thought. Wait, what? Where did that come from?

“Oh! Hey Lo! Sure! Could ya help me make the potatoes?”

“Sure pat, what delicious concoction are we consuming this evening?”

“Steak and mashed potatoes. Nice alliteration there, teach!” Patton giggled.

“Nice word there, sunshine. Where-“

“I know big words!”

Logan and Patton continued chatting while cooking, Patton still trying to teach Logan how to cook, even though he knew Logan was hopeless. Soon, Virgil slumped in.

“Hi kiddo!” Patton called, “Are you ready for movie night?”

Virgil groaned, though Logan knew he was secretly pleased, Virgil had somewhat broke down when they had first invited him to join them. He had thought Logan, Roman, and Patton, were trying to… well, even Virgil didn’t exactly know what, but he was anxious about it for some reason, it’sdefinitely not that it’s quite literally his job to overthink things.

“...whatever” Virgil responded.

When Roman finally joined them, setting aside whatever he was working on in his room, the group sat down for dinner. Roman, as always, gulped down his food like a excited child, he was always over eager to get straight to the movie marathon. Especially if it was Disney.

That night, it happened to be Roman’s turn to chose the movies, so as soon as he was done gobbling down his food, Roman rushed to the TV, putting on Disney’s Hercules. With Roman’s urging, the other three finished up their dinners and slid onto the couch. Roman excitedly sat down in the middle, and started trying to convince Virgil to come cuddle with him, even though they both knew Roman would eventually end up with his boyfriend laying in his lap one way or the other.

As always, Logan sat in the corner, Patton right up against him. Logan put his arm around Patton, pulling him closer, because, well… for some inexplicable reason

Patton being closer was all he wanted.

When the the third movie was over, Patton got up, “Alright guys, I think it’s about time we get to bed.” Patton turned to Virgil, “Ya ready, kiddo?”

“Ughh, but it’s warm…” Virgil said from Romans arms.

Roman smiled softly at him, “It’s alright my dark prince, I shall join you soon.”

Virgil shot him a halfhearted glare, “Fine. But you better hurry up, princey.”

“Are you guys sure you’re okay with cleanup? Because I can-“

“Patton.” Logan cut him off, “You have been more than satisfactory, as you cooked dinner. And Roman and I are perfectly capable of a simple cleanup job. Go. Sleep.”

“Alright… if you’re sure…”

“Goodnight, sunshine.”

“Alright… night, Lo.”

“Sleep tight, Virgil, Patton.”

Right after Virgil and Patton left, Roman finally brought it up.

“So…” Roman said picking up the popcorn bowl from their shared couch, “When were you and padre gonna tell us?”

“Tell you about what?”

“You know… that you’re dating?”

After a beat of silence, Roman spoke again, “You two are dating, right?”

“Er- no Roman, I do not believe I know what you are talking about. What, er- may I ask, led you to this conclusion?”

“I thought it was rather obvious, you two are always giving each other pet names, and you’re both very… touchy. Besides, being the romance trait, I can just feel the love in the air.”

Logan blinked, this was new information for him, he knew he was a bit more… ‘touchy’ as Roman had put it, with Patton, but he had always thought that it was just how Patton was. He was like that with everyone… right?

“Firstly Roman, as you well know, you can not feel romance, just as Virgil can not smell fear. It is impossible, even in a place such as the mindscape.”

Roman rolled his eyes. “I know lo, it’s an expression.”

“That is not- never mind. What- what did you mean by… pet names and ‘touchiness’? I do neither of those things.”

“Sure you do!” Roman scoffed, “Just now, you were cuddling with dad on the couch! it’s like every time you’re in a room together you’re calling each other things like ‘dear’, ‘sweetheart’, ‘love’, and of course, my personal favorite, ‘sunshine’. You’re always calling Patton ‘sunshine’. It’s disgustingly adorable.”

“Surely you’re dating… unless!?” Roman gasped dramatically, “do you- did you even notice that you’ve been sickly sweet with padre for years?”

“I- suppose not… goodnight Roman, it seems I have a lot to think about.”

“Alright, goodnight Lo. Try to figure this out.” Roman paused, “Wait! Lo, ya gotta help me clean up!” But at that point, Logan was already gone.

—-

As soon as Logan got back to his room, he flopped down head first on the bed. It was a tad extravagant, especially for him, but he was feeling- he was feeling a bit dramatic.

He honestly couldn’t believe he had never noticed that he called Patton sunshine, but now that Logan thought about it, he did it a lot. He supposed… he had just gotten so used to it that he didn’t think too much about what he called his opposite.

When he thought about it even more, he realized Patton always made him feel more… he was… happy when he was around his counterpart. Logan thought about how every time Patton smiled, his heart flipped, how whenever Patton laughed he felt like he was about to burst with joy, how whenever his sunshine was sad, Logan wanted to just wrap his arms around him and protect him with everything he had.

And that’s when Logan realized, the nickname he seemed to have come up with for Patton, ‘sunshine’, was just… completely perfect. It honestly encompassed everything he felt for Patton in just one word.

Shit.

Clearly he had to figure out a plan.

It was three hours later, and the best idea Logan had was to either tell Patton, which was clearly off the table for obvious reasons, or just… keep him at arms length for the rest of their existence, which honestly sounded infinitely worse.

Well... it seemed Logan needed to sort through all of this, but in the meantime he would avoid Patton as much as possible, as all evidence was pointing towards Patton causing these feelings.

—-

The next morning, Logan got up later than his normal time of 7:00, due to being up all night thinking. That day, it seemed he was awake by 9:37, a odd time for him indeed.

As Logan got dressed, he thought about his plan Last night it had been very hard to concentrate on anything due to sleep deprivation, no matter how hard he tried. So, he wrote it and simplified it into easy steps:

Step 1: Wake up later, this will bring less time to potentially socialize with Patton.

Step 2: Neglect board game nights and movie nights. When asked, tell them I have an excess of work.

Step 3: Avoid brushing up against Patton as much as possible. No touching, and no cuddling.

Step 4: Speak to Patton as little as possible. No slip ups or calling him ‘sunshine’.

There. An easy, comprehensive list of rules for Logan to follow. This should be easy, right?

Logan had eventually come to the realization that though his function is Thomas’s logic, he is more than that. Logic is just a title, like a job, and just as a person who does their job isn’t only the that, Logan is more than his title. With this realization came his admittance that he did, in fact, have feelings. Of course, he was just so used to repressing his emotions, that it was very bad in the beginning. With the help of Patton, Logan was able to emote and experience his feelings much more. It truly was a radical improvement.

That didn’t mean he understood any of them. Usually when he was feeling something abnormal, he would go to Patton for help, but it seemed he couldn’t do that in this specific situation.

When Logan was dressed and prepared, he finally left his room and headed to the kitchen. When he got there, he was met with just what he was trying to avoid: Patton. He was standing at the sink and washing the dishes. He seemed to be humming some tune under his breath.

Just as Logan was about to turn around and go back to his room, Patton glanced up, catching him before he could do anything. “Hey lo! Good morning!” Logan blushed, “good morning Patton, I-“

“Ya missed breakfast! Even Virgil was up before you, that’s weird…”

“A-Ah yes, I had some work to do last night, and ended up s-staying up later than intended. I apologize.” Logan adjusted his glasses nervously, silently hoping Deceit wouldn’t show up.

“It’s fine Lo! I saved some extra food for you anyways, and maybe we could watch a movie after I’m done cleaning up!”

Logan thought for a moment, though he really did love spending time with Patton, he just couldn’t risk slipping up. “Well… I’m sorry Patton, I really do have a lot of work to do. I appreciate the food, thank you for thinking of me.”

Patton’s smile dropped, and it almost broke Logan’s resolve. Almost. “Oh… not even for big hero six?”

“I apologize.”

Patton plastered a smile on, “... it’s ok Logan. Another time?”

“I suppose. Thank you once again for the food, su- pat.” Logan corrected himself.

The nickname seemed to make Patton’s smile just a little bit brighter… but that can’t be true. All he did was provide explanatory exposition and bring the mood down. Patton’s just being nice, as always. Right?

“No prob, bob!”

Logan hesitated before saying, “it’s… logan.”

Patton squealed, “you made a Steven universe reference! I knew you liked that show!”

“It is… an admirable series. Goodbye, Patton.”

Logan’s plan was a failure already. He really needed to do more to avoid Patton.

—-

And that’s what Logan did for the next three and a half weeks. Anytime it wasn’t dinner, Logan avoided everyone, especially Patton. Before walking into a room, he would peek in and check for any movement or voices. If Logan heard anything, he would turn around and go back to his room. This method worked well when avoiding people and trying to work, but not so much for his health. There were days when Logan would go without any social interaction except at dinner, which he kept at a minimum.

Logan knew he wasn’t doing too well, he didn’t sleep too much once he broke his sleep schedule, and most days he only had one meal because Patton was in the commons a surprising amount. But most of all, Logan missed the others, he missed Roman and his extravagant stories about princes and dragon witches that he used to secretly love, he missed sitting in silence with Virgil, quietly enjoying each other’s company.

Although he missed his friends, he missed Patton more. He missed Patton’s exuberant smiles, how he listened intently when Logan was explaining something, simply because he loved learning. He missed Patton’s love of all things, no matter how small, (excluding spiders) he missed his pure outlook on things, his heart that was just a bit too big sometimes, and his loving, caring nature. Patton had always been special to him, but in a different way than the others. It was day fifteen when he figured out how and why Patton was different.

The realization only drove him further away.

—-

It was day twenty five when the others confronted him about his absence around them. Logan felt the pull of Patton summoning him for dinner. It was 6:30, so this was not unusual.

When Logan rose up, he noticed was immediately being watched by all of his fellow sides, including deceit. Now that was abnormal.

“W- what is… what is happening? Why is deceit here? Did- did I do something to upset any of y-you?”

Patton softened, putting a hand on Logan’s shoulder. Logan shivered at the touch. “Oh, no Logan, honey. Deceit is hear as a… lie detector, of sorts. We’re worried about you, Lo.”

“Worried? W- why? I’m fine.”

“Lie,” deceit called.

Oh, so that was why he was here.

Virgil spoke up, “You’re clearly not fine, specs. Spill.”

“What Virgil means is that… well, pocket protector, frankly…” Roman said.

Patton interjected, “You’ve been avoiding us! Why? I thought we were working on emotions?” He cocked his head to the side.

“W- well…” logan glanced at deceit, “I… um. I was trying to just avoid you, pat. Th-the others just sort of... were an unintentional consequence…”

Logan, Patton, and Roman looked at deceit, he shrugged, “No lie there.”

Tears started streaming down Patton’s cheeks, “Logan…”

“I-I’m sorry.” Logan said, before sinking down to his room.

He rose back up in his room, and the first thing he did was flop down on his bed. Logan knew he needed to talk to Patton, and he wanted to! He really did… he was just… nervous. Incredibly, insanely nervous. And finally, Logan let himself cry. It was soft, few tears were actually shed, and Logan still felt awful. The first thing that Patton had taught him about emotions, his emotions, was that if he wanted to get through anything, he would have to acknowledge and recognize them.

So Logan followed Patton’s advise, he acknowledged that he was nervous, sad, and very scared. He was scared of what the others would say, would they hate him? (though Patton could never hate anyone. Not really.)

Logan had never really ‘fit in’ with his fellow sides, he was too blunt, harsh, emotionless. Would they kick him out? No. Cognitive distortions. That’s what this was. He just wanted… he needed… he really needed a hug. A few more tears dripped down his face.

A few minutes later, Logan heard shuffling outside his door. The shuffling stopped, before a few quiet knocks sounded, along with a soft voice calling “knock, knock?” Logan rolled his eyes affectionately, he’s such a dork, Logan thought. Patton’s voice was soft, almost uncertain. “He Lo, can we uh- talk? Can I come in?”

Logan thought for a moment, he really did want a hug, and Patton would be sure to give him one, no matter how much he didn’t deserve it. Logan sighed, no use putting off the inevitable.

“Sure.”

Patton opened the door, and as soon as he made eye contact Logan looked away. Patton came and sat on the opposite side of the bed as him. Logan shuddered.

“So… I guess I should start, huh?” Patton’s eyes were red, reminding Logan that he had caused him to cry earlier, which somehow made Logan feel worse. Logan nodded, not looking up.

“Did- did I do something? I’m sorry. I-I want to apologize for what I did, but- but I really can’t think of what I did to make you m- mad…”

Logan looked up, shocked. He didn’t realize Patton thought he was mad at him, especially when all he’s ever done is be his amazingly kind, generous self. It was just such a Patton thing to do.

“Oh, sunshine… I’m certainly not… a- angry at you.” Ever, Logan thought.

“Th- then why have you been avoiding me?”

“I- feelings.”

“Oh, Lo… why didn’t you tell me?”

“This erm- concerned you.”

“Me?” Patton cocked his head in that frustratingly adorable way.

“I- can we… talk about this later? I… need a hug?” Logan asked timidly.

“Oh, Lo.” Patton grinned, “You know all you need to do was ask for a cuddle party! Should I get the others?”

Logan thought for a moment, “Yes please… I promise I’ll talk later, but… I just really need to be with you guys right now.”

Patton jumped up, “Okay! In here?” When Logan nodded, Patton smiled enthusiastically, “I’ll get em!”

Before Patton could get out of the room, Logan called out, “Patton!”

Patton turned and looked at Logan, “I’m- I apologize for avoiding you. I really do l-lo- lo- appreciate your presence.” Patton’s smile widened, “it’s okay Lo. I love you too.”

—-

A few days later, Logan found himself thinking of Patton. He was so kind, letting Logan have space, even though he deserved an explanation. It was on this day that he finally decided to tell Patton about his feelings. He had integrated right back into the mind palace as if he had never left. It was nice… all the affection, even if he didn’t deserve all their love.

Nonetheless, a plan had formed in his head, but it meant telling Roman he was right, which was always just so fun .

Logan walked to romans door, tapping two sharp knocks on the door.

“Come in, Lo!”

Logan opened the door to see Virgil and Roman cuddling on the couch. “Oh. Erm- am I disturbing something here?”

“Nah, you’re good,” Virgil said, “We were just hangin’ out.”

“Do you need something, friend? Roman asked.

“Well… I uh- need to talk to you, Roman.”

“Do I need to leave?” Virgil said.

“No er-you’re good. I need to get this off my chest to both of you anyway.” Virgil nodded, tilting his head in indication for Logan to continue. “Well, I might have a crush on… a person. It’s why I shut myself off from you guys. I wanted to work through some things, but I did it in an unhealthy way. I cut you off, and I am truly sorry.”

“That’s very sweet Lo, but I have two questions,” only two? Logan thought. “One: Who the heckity heck do you have a crush on? Oh my goodness. Is it Patton?”

Logan blushed, “I’m gonna take that as a yes?” Logan nodded.

“You have a crush on Patton?” Virgil shrugged, “eh, makes sense. I always did call you the mom.”

“You did?”

Roman interjected, “were getting off topic! Question two: why did you come to me? Do you need advice from the one and only romance side? I say go for it. Patton won’t-“

“I’m not here for advise.”

“Good,” Virgil said, “‘Cuz Roman sucks at giving it.”

“Hey! I’ll have you know-“

“I need your help. I’d like to make a sunflower field at midday in the imagination.”

“Oh.” Roman said, “I can do that. But… why?”

“I- Well I’m gonna confess to Patton. He's my sunshine.”

Roman smiled, “Okay. When do you want it?”

“As soon as possible.”

“Alright. I can have it done in fifteen minutes. Go get him, Lo”

“Thank you so much Roman, Virgil. I’m sorry once again.”

Roman gestured wildly, “anything for true love!”

“Ignore him,” Virgil turned his body to Logan, “good luck Lo. But if you hurt him…” he trailed off.

“Do you really think I could so much as harm a hair on his body? He’s literally and metaphorically rather light of my life. I think I lo- love him.”

Virgil seemed satisfied with that. “This is gonna go great Lo. Good luck, have fun, and take dad’s emotions into consideration.”

Logan nodded and sunk down to the commons to stress eat crofters.

Thirty minutes later, when Logan had finally gathered up the courage to go knock on Patton’s door, he put away his jam and headed upstairs. He knocked on Patton’s door, waiting to hear a small “come in,” before stepping in.

“Good evening Patton. I was wondering if you might…” Logan stopped, Patton looked to be deep in thought and was currently staring at an old photo book.

“Oh… hey Lo. Do you… need anything?” Patton said, not looking up from his book.

“Er- well… that’s sort of the thing. I was wondering if you would like to accompany me to the imagination?”

Patton looked up, “Er- sure. Wh- why me?”

“Uh. I appreciate your company, of course.” Logan held out an arm, “shall we?”

Patton giggled, putting his book down and linking his arm with Logan’s, “Sure!”

As they were walking out of the room, Patton asked, “so… what do you have planned in the imagination?”

Logan looked down at Patton and winked, “I guess you will just have to see, will you not?” He smiled as Patton started giggling once again.

When they arrived at romans room, Logan pushed the door open, heading straight to the nice looking cabinet that held the entrance to the imagination. Just like the in ‘the Lion, the Which, and the Wardrobe’.

“Shall we?” Logan asked as he beckoned Patton to come open the door. Patton opened the wardrobe to reveal a small wooden gazebo with a small bench in the center, surrounded by a field of sunflowers, all facing the midday sun.

Patton gasped, Logan could see the stars in his eyes. “Logan… It’s gorgeous…”

Logan’s cheeks were a rosey shade of pink by now, “Yes… it really is, isn’t it? Roman did outdo himself.” Logan reached out and touched a sunflower, “utterly realistic as well, isn’t it?”

Logan walked over to Patton and placed his hand on his opposite’s. “Come sit on this bench with me, will you?” Patton obliged, looking into Logan’s eyes, “is something wrong, Lo? It seems like somethin’s on your mind.”

“Well, actually… there is something…” Logan paused, waiting for Patton to signal he was listening. Patton nodded, so Logan continued, turning away to look at the flowers, “As you know, I have been struggling with feelings. Expressing and feeling my emotions has always been something I have repressed. I told myself it was for the greater good, that Thomas would be happier and more efficient without me butting in.”

“Sometimes, I still believe that, to an extent.” Logan faced Patton, “But… you have truly shown me true kindness understanding, and for that I am so very grateful. You have helped me learn, something I love, I’ve learned about sadness, anger, hope, joy, and… love.”

Patton’s eyes were brimming with unshed tears, his mouth open in an ‘o’ shape. “Logan… I-

Logan cut him off, “There’s more.” He took Patton’s hands gently, slowly and gently enough that Patton could pull away if he wanted to. “Roman asked me a few weeks ago at movie night if we were dating. I told him no, of course,” Patton’s pace seemed to fall a bit, “So I asked him why he thought so. He said- well, he listed many examples, but the most prominent on that stood out to me was my calling you sunshine. Now-“

Logan took a deep breath, “I started avoiding you, and in turn, the others. I don’t know why, I suppose it was so that I could avoid emotions. I even made a list. How silly is that! Midway through though… I realized how perfectly the nickname fit. You are completely and totally my sunshine. You give out so much love and light… your smile is blindingly beautiful, you laugh is music to my ears. But the thing that made so much sense to me… is that… well, if you’re the sunshine, I am the sunflower. I will always, always look to you. You give me life. Because… well,” Logan looked down, “I love you.”

After his confession, they both fell silent. Logan couldn’t bring himself to look up. What if- “Hey, Lo can you look at me?” Patton took his had and placed it gently under his chin, tilting Logan’s head up. Their eyes met. Patton had tears streaming down his face, “I- I have been wanting you to say that for years ! I love you too, Lo!”

“Really? You’re not just saying that, because if you are… if you are I don’t think I will be able to move on.”

Patton’s face fell, “Oh, baby… I would never do that to you. I promise.”

Logan smiled shyly. Before he could even form a coherent sentence, Patton was surging forward, stopping right before his lips. “May I?” Logan simply nodded, and Patton was kissing him, and he was kissing back, and it was a swirl of emotions. Logan was ecstatic, it was truly the best moment of his existence, and he never wanted it to end.

What Patton pulled away, Logan was left stunned. Patton grinned and touched their foreheads together, “we should get going, as romantic as this is. How did you come up with this anyway? It’s so unlike you.”

Logan blinked, pulled from his trance, “Well, I guess you just bring that part of me out, sunshine.” He grinned.

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(More Hospital!AU)

Santana gets the call into Shelby’s office. She’d been bracing herself for it to come, but when it does, she’s devastated. Shelby promises her that it’s just something with legal, that they have to put her on administrative leave for two weeks while they work on the settlement, but Santana feels awful. She doesn’t want to go up to Brittany’s office and put her in a compromising position so she just takes a cab home. When she gets there, she tells her mom that she absolutely doesn’t want to talk about it and she takes over with Liam and the twins, telling her mother that she’ll be home for the next two weeks.

“Mommy Noodle, are you sick?” Liam asks.

“No, Sir, the hospital is just giving me a little break so I can spend time with my favorite boys.”

“Is Mama getting a break too?”

“I wish she was, bud, but Mama’s really busy, they can’t spare her.”

“Is she coming home to have dinner with us?”

“We’ll see.” Santana’s smile falters. “But we’ll make something good just in case.”

Santana spends the day savoring the time she has with her boys but she can’t help but be anxious waiting for Brittany to come home. Around 4:00 she gets a text from Brittany that just tells her she loves her and she knows the paperwork for her suspension has come across her desk. Sighing heavily, Santana tells Brittany that she loves her too, then starts dinner, trying to let Liam eat earlier than he normally does because she knows they feed him too late. After she eats with him, she makes a plate for Brittany and then she saves cleanup until after everyone is settled in bed.

She’s just sitting with the twins, rocking them to sleep when Brittany comes in. She takes both Max and Oliver into her arms and Santana gives her a look of silent gratitude as she steps out and goes to Liam’s room where he’s playing with the trains in the floor. He pretends not to see her there and keeps playing but Santana crouches beside him and gently lifts him up into her arms.

“Time for books, Li.”

“How about I read?” Brittany appears at the door.

“Mama! Mama! Will Mommy Noodle listen?”

“Of course I’ll listen.” Santana smiles, though smiling feels hard.

Brittany reads two books and then Liam falls asleep before she can finish the third. Santana kisses him goodnight and slips out of the room, giving Brittany a moment with him as she changes into her pajamas. When Brittany comes into the room, she doesn’t say a word, she just wraps Santana in a tight embrace and for the first time today, she breaks down sobbing.

“Oh, honey.” Brittany soothes, holding her close. “It’s going to be okay.”

“I’ve never been in trouble before.” She cries. “My whole life...”

“Sue is coming back on Friday, she wants to deal with this herself because I’m ineffectual as acting chief when I can’t get involved.”

“What is she going to do?”

“She’s going to deal with legal. You have a spotless record, they’re just going to settle out of court. I promise you, you’ll be back at work soon.”

“I just...my job.” Santana feels like she can do nothing but cry and she clings to Brittany like a lifeline.

“Let me take care of you tonight.”

“You’ve had a long day...”

“My day hasn’t been too long to take care of my wife who has had a much worse day than I have. Let me run you a bath and get you a glass of wine, then I’ll give you a massage.”

“Will you come in the tub with me?”

“If that’s what you want, then yes.”

Santana sits down, still sniffling, on the edge of the bed while Brittany goes into the bathroom and then goes downstairs, coming up with two glasses of red wine. They look at the twins sleeping beside the bed, and then they go into the bathroom, taking their alone time together. Once they’re in the tub, Santana’s whole body sighs into Brittany’s and she just focuses on the feeling of her arms around her waist, drawing circles on her abdomen.

“Unique came to my office today.” Brittany tells Santana quietly. “She heard what happened and she just wanted me to know that you’ve been her mentor and you always taught her to take the most pressing case first. Your department has your back and so does the hospital.”

“I just...don’t get why they had to suspend me.”

“Because it makes the hospital look like they’re taking the investigation seriously. As soon as there’s an offer on the table then you’re cleared to come back.”

“It’s just such bullshit. If there would have been enough staff in my goddamn department, this wouldn’t have happened.”

“I know and you’re taking the fall for the hospital’s mistake. They know that and that’s why they won’t keep you out long. Baby, I swear, if I could have done something...”

“Brittany.” Santana sighs. “I know there was nothing you could have done. They don’t even want you involved with it. Sue is coming back because it’s such a disaster. And none of that even matters to me, I just feel so awful that I can’t breathe.”

“I know how much your job means to you, it means as much as mine does. I’ve been where you are and there’s nothing I can say to make it better.”

“Having your arms around me makes me feel like I’m not going to die. Not being able to go to you today...”

“I know.” Brittany kisses her hard on the top of the head. “All I wanted was to be able to take you in my arms. But once Sue is back in charge, I can just be your wife and I can be by your side through all of it.”

“I need that so much.”

After they get out of the tub, Brittany wraps Santana up in a towel and leads her to the bed. Santana pulls on her softest, most comfortable pajamas and she lays down on top of the covers, letting Brittany sit on her back and massage every kink and knot out of her. Between the wine and the touching she manages to relax enough that she doesn’t feel like her head is going to explode and she only cries a little while she’s being massaged. When Brittany’s done, she helps Santana under the blankets and Santana curls into her arms, falling asleep with her head on Brittany’s chest, listening to her heartbeat.

She wakes up throughout the night to feed the boys and she never really settles into a deep sleep. There’s so much stress bearing down on her and though she knows that Liam, Max and Oliver will be glad to have her home, she’ll miss the hospital every second, the same way she misses the boys every second while she’s there. In the morning, she wakes up to Brittany standing at the dresser getting dressed for work and she just watches her in the low light, knowing that this whole thing has caused an excess amount of stress for her as well. She hopes that maybe Sue will give her a day or two off when she gets back, let her recover from the long hours she’s put in, let her just be with her family when times are trying.

“Mommy Noodle.” Liam looks at her while she’s feeding him breakfast. “Why are you sad?”

“Why do you think I’m sad, Li?”

“Because you was crying when you saw Mama in my bedroom and you have a frowny face on now.”

“I’m sorry, buddy. I’ll try to be happier, okay?”

“Mama says if we feel sad it’s okay, but then she gives me lots of hugs.” Liam stands from the table and goes to Santana’s side, wrapping his little arms around her. “Since Mama’s at work, I can give you all the hugs.”

“Thank you, Liam.” Santana lifts him into her arms and squeezes him tight. “I needed a hug from you today.”

Santana goes through the routine of the day, cleaning up the house as best as she can since they haven’t done it in awhile, nursing the twins, letting the three boys play in the living room, getting them down for naps, taking care of Liam’s lunch, all the things that she thinks her mom probably does with much greater ease. While they’re all napping, she sits on the couch and looks through one of her pediatric surgical journals, figuring if she can’t be at work, she can at least be reading up on what’s new. She’s engrossed in an article when the doorbell rings and she jumps up, getting it before it rings again and wakes the boys.

“Mercedes.” She opens the door. “You’re on nights, why are you not sleeping?”

“I got enough. I’m here because I know you’re feeling like shit and you didn’t even want to call me and tell me.” Mercedes comes into the house and sits down on the couch. “But we’re here for each other for everything. So I’m here.”

“Is it all over the hospital?”

“Girl, you know the interns gossip about everything. I heard it as soon as I got to the hospital last night but I didn’t want to text you when I knew you were probably hashing it out with Brittany.”

“Yeah, we were. Sylvester’s coming back tomorrow, so...”

“A month ago, you would have been ecstatic about that.”

“Well, it’s hard to be thrilled when the reason she’s coming back is because I fucked up. ‘Ce, listen, can I tell you something I didn’t tell Brittany?”

“Obviously. I’m here to be your sounding board.”

“I’m afraid that her being married to me is going to compromise her eventual inevitable trajectory toward chief. This just sort of proved to everyone that she has a conflict of interest in the hospital.”

“Oh, please.” Mercedes rolls her eyes. “Everyone’s got some kind of conflict of interest. If she was the real chief instead of the acting chief she would have been experienced enough to know how to deal with it. This was just bad timing, it’s not going to ruin her career.”

“The last thing I want is to compromise her dreams. But I know if I tell her that, she’s going to insist that I don’t and that she has this amazing dream having a family with me. Look, I get it, that’s one of my dreams too, but career dreams are totally different.”

“Brittany’s a smart woman. If you were messing with her dreams, she’d figure out a way around it. I love you, but you’re being ridiculous.”

“How is it being ridiculous to worry about my wife’s career, which she’s been working her ass off for since she was in medical school?”

“Because if you think your wife loves her career more than she loves you, you’re insane.”

“I’ll never get in the way of her success.”

“She’s going to be successful no matter what. We all know she’s a shoe in when Sylvester retires. You never mess up. This whole thing is so stupid and it won’t mess up Brittany’s chance to be chief.”

“Maybe I should change hospitals, go downtown to NYU.”

“Would you listen to yourself?” Mercedes crosses her arms over her chest. “You’ve got a good ten years until Sylvester retires and you’re talking about leaving Pres? It’s your home. I think you really need to talk to Brittany about this.”

“She’s got so much on her plate right now...”

“You’re always going to be her first priority. You and those kids. Before you start coming up with weird plans, talk to her.”

“Why do you always have to be right?”

“It’s a gift, obviously.”

“Do you want some food or something?”

“I was actually hoping to see the kids while I was here. You’ve been hiding them away.”

“Oliver has his neurological appointment next week. I’ve been such a wreck about work that I forgot to be a wreck about my kid.”

“At least you’re home...”

“I had the day off. So does Brittany. I made sure my mom was still coming to watch Max and Li even though I told her to take time off indefinitely.”

“Are you nervous about the appointment?” Mercedes asks, fiddling with one of the couch cushions.

“It gnaws it my insides like you wouldn’t believe. I started thinking about it this morning and it’s just...one more thing out of my control.”

“He’s going to be fine.”

“Mercedes, I’m a pediatric surgeon. He has an identical twin brother, I can see his development in comparison to Max’s. He’s behind, I’m concerned. This is just one of the many things I haven’t talked to Brittany about.”

“You need to have some serious heart to heart with her. This isn’t like you when it comes to her, it’s like you with everyone else.”

“You’re right.” Santana sighs. “This job has just been hard on our relationship and I’m trying not to dump my problems on her.”

“Dump your problems on her. She’s your wife, you’re legally allowed to do that.”

Mercedes stays until after the boys wake up and Santana is grateful for the extra set of hands when she is nursing. Liam situates himself at Santana’s feet for most of the afternoon and she tries not to get frustrated while she’s attempting to do things around the house. Brittany texts her that she should be home for dinner and Santana makes pasta, thinking that it’s easy even with Liam being clingy and the twins alternating crying. When Brittany walks in the door, Santana feels relief that Liam runs to her. As much as she loves her sons, sometimes it’s a lot being with them alone all day and she loves that Brittany is home, loves that she can pee without someone in the bathroom with her.

“Mama, ‘Cedes came over.” Liam announces excitedly. “I made her pictures and Max frowed up on her.”

“He did, did he? Sounds like someone still has trouble keeping his milk down.” Brittany kisses Liam, then picks up Max. “Mama’s home and Mommy’s cooking dinner. Do you want me to take over, honey?”

“I’m good.” Santana shakes her head. “Just about to drain the pasta.”

“Can I steal a kiss?” Brittany comes over to Santana and Santana turns her head, letting Brittany catch her lips in a lingering kiss. “I missed you all today.”

“We missed you too. A lot.”

“So how does everyone feel about me having next Monday and Tuesday off?”

“Really?” Santana feels like her whole body sighs with relief. “That’s the best news I’ve heard all day.”

“Really, I talked to Sue today and she told me to move my surgical calendar around. I thought a long weekend would be nice.”

“Did you have something in mind to do?”

“No, I think we both deserve a break and it won’t be a break if we drive up to Boston. I think we should just do things around here, you let me cook and maybe make your breakfast in bed.”

“Britt.”

“You’ve been pulling double duty for weeks. Let me take care of you a little this weekend.”

“Mama! I can help.” Liam insists. “I’m a good breakfast maker. I can put the waffles in the toasty all by myself!”

“Well then I’ll definitely need your help.” Brittany laughs. “Look at you, growing up on me while I’ve been so busy at work.”

They eat dinner as a family and Liam chatters all through it. Brittany lets him pick one show to watch after dinner and he sits on the couch transfixed by Paw Patrol while Santana and Brittany bring Max and Oliver upstairs to bathe them. When they come back down, Santana holding Oliver and Brittany holding Max, the show is just ending and Brittany tells him that it’s time for bath. Rather than taking the twins upstairs right away, Santana leans back on the couch and positions them so they can both nurse, always feeling calmer at the last feeding of the day than she does at any other time.

When she’s finished, Santana brings the boys into Liam’s room so Brittany can kiss them goodnight and then she lays them down in her bedroom, watching as they fight the sleep. Once they’re down for the night, Santana joins Brittany in Liam’s bedroom again and she listens to Iggy Peck Architect until Liam falls asleep. With a kiss on his puckered cheek Santana smiles down at him and then Brittany follows her back downstairs where they’ll put the house back in order together.

“Britt?” Santana looks over at her, where she sits putting Liam’s Legos back in the bin. “I know you have off Monday and Tuesday...”

“I still have off Thursday.” She reassures her wife. “Monday and Tuesday are just a little gift from Sue.”

“I’m...feeling really concerned about the appointment.”

“You are? I didn’t know that.”

“After everything that happened between us, I was trying not to add any extra stress onto all the stress you already had. It’s bad enough I did that professionally...”

“You really didn’t.” Brittany shakes her head. “And you’re my wife, Oliver is my son, if you’re worried about something that concerns him, that takes priority over my work.”

“He’s developing slower than Max.”

“I know.” She puts the last of the Legos in the bin and comes over to Santana. “I see it too.”

“I accept that he might have special needs, I don’t want you to think I’m like...not. I just hope that I’m a good enough mom to take care of him the right way. I already know you are.”

“Santana, can I tell you something?”

“Uh huh.” Santana wipes the tears that form at the corners of her eyes and looks up at Brittany.

“Way back when you first met Liam, one of the first things I noticed about the way you interacted with him was the way you dealt with his arm. You were always really gentle with it, but you also didn’t treat him any differently because it didn’t work properly or because of his burn scars. That’s how you’re going to be with Oliver. And you’re going to be his advocate, you’re going to make sure he gets everything he could possibly need.”

“I want to be that.”

“You will, because you’ve been it for Liam in the short time you’ve been his mother. I have no doubts that you’re amazing.”

“I’m really scared of what they’re going to tell us.”

“Whatever it is, we’re going to get through it together. I know it’s harder because we’re surgeons and we’re fixers but it’s going to be okay.”

“Britt?”

“Yes?”

“Do you think that being married to me is going to hold you back in your career? I know that’s totally unrelated, I’ve just had a lot in my head.”

“Santana, what are you talking about?”

“I’m just afraid because of everything that happened in the last few weeks that having your wife work in the same hospital will keep you from getting promoted to chief. Honestly if that’s the case, I’ll transfer to NYU or Methodist or LIJ because—“

“Honey.” Brittany strokes Santana’s arms. “You being my wife is not holding me back. You need to stop getting so stuck in your head.”

“It’s impossible. I’m an anxious wreck.”

“I really mean it when I say I want you to relax this weekend. You’re all over the place and it’s not good for you.”

“I think...Britt, I know you have work in the morning—“

“Do you need to take an Ambien and get a good night’s sleep?”

“I think so. I just feel like I haven’t had one since I was pregnant. All I do is toss and turn.”

“I’ll get up with the boys. We have plenty of milk in the refrigerator, you should sleep.”

“Are you sure it’s not too much?”

“I’ve been neglecting what I need to do at home. I have one more day of work before my long weekend, I can handle it on limited sleep. Sue will be back, I have no surgeries. Me being there is just a formality.”

“Thank you. I just feel like I can’t do tomorrow without some sleep. I don’t know how my mother does it all day.”

“She sleeps. She’s not on duty all night long, you are. I don’t expect you to deal with the twins twenty-four seven just because you’re not at work.”

“I feel so guilty when they’re near me and I don’t nurse them.”

“Honey, you’re human and sometimes you need a break. You nurse them every night, they’ll be fine with bottles tonight.”

“Thank you.” Santana sighed heavily, putting the last of Liam’s toys away. “I just need a this.”

“Are you tired? Do you want to go up to bed now?”

“Kind of. As much as I want to spend time with you tonight, I think getting to bed early will be good for both of us.”

“I’d agree with that. And this weekend we’ll have lots of time.”

Once the downstairs is in decent shape, Santana and Brittany go up to the bedroom. While Brittany washes up, Santana changes and watches the twins as they sleep. They’re such beautiful babies and sometimes it makes Santana feel like she’s going to cry just looking at them. She never thought she’d make such perfect things, she never imagined that she’d love the babies she grew inside of her as much as she does, but here she is, completely enamored, no matter how overwhelmed she is.

“They’re the sweetest, aren’t they?” Brittany whispers.

“They really are just...something else. They’re growing so fast I’m scared I can’t even keep track of it.”

“I love that you had them. I know that after they were born everything got difficult, and I don’t know if I ever told you that you carrying our babies was one of the best things that I’ve ever seen.”

“I wanted to do it. I think I just needed to feel like I was doing something big. My whole life has been work and then you gave me Liam and I wanted to give you something in return.”

“I love you so much, Santana.”

“I love you so much too.”

#brittana #hospital!au

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faceted-tourmaline · 5 years

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Adrinette April Day 4: Hide Me

@adrinetteapril

Archive Of Our Own

Chapter 3: Sunshine

Almost immediately after setting the timer for the dough, Adrien's phone rang again.

He flinched, but upon picking up the phone, he realised, 'it's Nino.' He said aloud. He looked at her. 'Do you mind if I answer?'

She blinked at him. 'Of course you can answer.'

He did so, and Nino's grinning face filled the screen. 'Hey dude!'

'Hiya, Nino. How's your event?' He grinned back. He sat down heavily on the couch, and Marinette hovered in the kitchenette area awkwardly.

'Dude, we are not here to talk about me. Alya said you got to Marinette's ok?'

'Yes, safe and sound.' He turned the phone in Marinette's direction. 'Say hello!'

'Hey, Nino,' Marinette said, approaching. 'We're making bread.'

Nino looked between them. 'You sure that's a wise idea?'

'He's actually doing great.' Marinette stuck her tongue out. She sat down next to Adrien. 'Better than your first attempt.'

'Marinette, you're biased and we both know it.' Nino winked at her, and she pulled a face at him.

'Now now,' Adrien grinned. 'Just because I have talent doesn't mean I want to cause any fights,'

'I'm sure you'll be inheriting the bakery soon enough.' Nino grinned right back knowingly.

'Nino!' Marinette shot at him.

'I'm just telling it like it is.' Nino's smile held out a little longer, before turning his gaze to Adrien. 'How're you holding up, bro?'

Adrien's smile clouded over. 'Better, thanks for asking. And thanks for covering for me.'

'Of course! By the way, Nathalie called me, like, super late last night. I swore up and down you were with me, but didn't want to talk. Sound fair?'

'Sound's fair.' Adrien's face did not lighten. 'Thanks, Nino.'

Nino gave him a thumbs up with a grin. 'Listen, I'm going to get you some merch from this thing. What do you want? Hats? Mugs? Shirts? The most godawful lanyard I've ever seen in my life?'

'You don't have to do that,' he shook his head.

'Sign me up for that lanyard!' Marinette grinned.

'Fair warning, orange and pink are not colours that were ever supposed to mix.' Nino raised his eyebrows, then shrugged. 'That's easy then. They're practically paying people to take them. Adrien?'

Adrien let out a breath. 'Well if you're offering, then surprise me. Anything but the lanyard.'

'Deal.' There was a noise from off screen, and Nino glanced up at it, before looking back. 'I gotta go, duty calls.' He looked at Adrien. 'Love you, man.'

'You too,' Adrien replied, and Nino ended the call.

'"Surprise me"?' Marinette grinned at him. 'You're going to end up with a pink and orange shirt with those fighting words.'

Adrien grimanced over a smile. 'Well, here's hoping. Listen,' he got to his feet. 'I might just go for a walk. Clear my head. If you don't mind.'

She watched him head towards the door. 'Sure, don't worry about it. If you're a little late the bread won't spoil.' He put his hand on the doorknob. 'When you leave the building, if you turn left and head towards the river, there's a nice garden, if you were interested.' She added, wringing her hands together.

He smiled at her. 'That sounds nice. I'll be back soon.'

He stepped through the door, and closed it behind him with a click.

Marinette found herself letting out a breath.

Tikki flew over to greet her, looking anxious. 'Are you alright?'

'I could ask him the same thing.'

Tikki shook her head. 'There's something big that's up.' She looked at her. 'Hey, why don't we go for a run as well?'

Marinette frowned slightly. 'What, now? What if Adrien gets back and we're not here?'

'Then we can just say we slipped out for a second. Come on, you need to work out that pent up energy.' Tikki grinned.

'Well, alright,' Marinette stood, once again grateful for having her own place. 'Transforme-moi!'

A flash of pink, and Ladybug headed for the window, throwing it open.

In a few deft movements she was swinging across the street, and taking deep lungfuls of the fresh Parisian day.

Tikki was right, she had been spending too much time inside.

Yet, she was only a few streets over when she caught sight of a flash of black.

She changed course easily, eager for her cheerful feline friend, and found him hovering near to where she had suggested to Adrien not a few minutes ago. Perhaps she would catch sight of him?

'Salut, Chat!' She called out to him, and he started, spinning on his toes.

He relaxed upon spotting her, grinning with a hint of relief. 'Good afternoon, my lady! It's always a pleasure to see you. What brings you out on this fine sunny day?'

'Oh, I've been trapped inside all week.' Ladybug leant against the chimney a few paces from him. 'There's nothing like getting outside on a day like this. How about you?'

He shrugged. 'Hey!' He pointed along the riverbank. 'André is down there, shall we get some ice cream?'

She smiled ruefully. 'This suit doesn't exactly fit my purse, I don't want to take advantage of him.'

'No, no,' Chat was already starting towards the icecream vendor. 'After the whole Glaciator incident he insisted that we can stop by anytime. Come on!'

'Chat!' She exclaimed as he leapt off the building, and she hastened to follow.

They leant easily against the railing of a balcony above the Seine, looking out over the gleaming wather.

'I thought he was going to have a heart attack.' Ladybug smiled. 'He was so surprised to see us take him up on his offer.'

Chat admired his ice cream in the sun. 'Man, I love cherry ice cream. We could easily cure akumas just by militarizing this stuff.'

'It's too sweet for me,' she replied. 'Plus, it turns your tongue red. Nope, André has the best choice for me, me and my mint chocolate chip are going to get along great.'

'What's wrong with having a red tongue?' Chat demonstrated his. 'You worried I'm stealing your colour?'

'I'm not the one with the "charcoal activated vanilla". That tongue of yours will match my suit down to the ground.'

He shrugged easily. 'Well, suit yourself.' He winked.

'Har har,' she took a bite to distract herself.

He busied himself with his own ice cream for a moment, before pausing. He looked down at his feet for a moment, before refocusing his gaze on his cone.

'Hey, I know you said you're super busy at the moment,' he started, almost hesitantly. 'But I probably won't be able to keep up the patrols in your absence. Something's come up, I'm sorry.'

'What?' She asked, confused for a moment. 'Oh, right. Yeah, don't worry about it.' She had suddenly more piled on her plate what with Adrien, she knew how life could be.

His ears flattened. 'I mean! I know I said I'd help cover, and I'll get out when I can, but things got really busy suddenly, I'm sorry.'

'I need to get back out into it, I've put too much-' she started, but he was hunching in on himself in a way she'd never seen before.

'You were counting on me, and, I just wanted to give you a fair warning in case I couldn't live up to it.' He was gripping his cone too hard, it was making uncomfortable creaking noises. 'I-'

'Chat Noir.' Her hand landed on his shoulder, making him start. 'It's fine. I put too much pressure on you. I'll handle whatever patrols you need me to.'

He took in a shaky breath. 'Y-yeah, thank you. I, sorry,' he noticed the runny drip of ice cream over his knuckles, and carefully changed hands to try to shake off the droplets.

'Don't worry about it.' Ladybug looked at him carefully. 'Are you alright?'

He took a steady bite of his ice cream to consider his reply. 'I, yeah, sorry. The people I live with have been driving me crazy. I've just been trying to, clean up the mess.'

'The housemates again?' Ladybug bumped his shoulder. 'From the messes they've made over the years, you sound like the best one of the bunch.'

He smiled grimly. 'Yeah, it's a messy household.' He raised his cone to hers. 'But I get to share ice cream on a beautiful day with a beautiful lady.'

Her face was skeptical, but she raised her own to clink them.

'Do you have anyone to help you out?' She questioned through a moutful of mint choc chip.

He made to reply, before flapping his hand frantically in front of his face. 'Arg! Why doesn't superpowers protect me from brain freeze!'

Ladybug could only laugh, as her partner slowly found his composure again with flaming cheeks.

'Why, are you offering?' He managed. There was a sadness behind his grin, despite the bravado. 'Because there's a whole lot of eggshells that got left around. And then they blamed me for stepping on one!' He rolled his eyes dramatically.

'I don't know how you manage it.' Ladybug smiled ruefully.

He laughed slightly. 'I'm joking. No, I have a couple of friends helping me survive it. Don't worry. I'll be just fine.'

She looked at him for a long moment. 'Chat, have you considered breaking your lease and moving out?'

He paused, staring back. 'I, couldn't do that,'

'But,' her lips had made a grim line. 'If you're always the one on cleanup duty, then who's keeping an eye out for you?'

He was quiet, considering her, before letting out a breath. 'You know what? I'll think about it.'

'You can't talk to me about it properly; why don't you talk to those "couple of friends" about it?'

He smiled slightly, but shrugged. 'Maybe I will.' He languidly turned his shoulders towards her. 'Maybe I should introduce you someday.' He turned away again, facing an imaginary figure. 'Hello Friend A, I'd like you to meet my best friend. Maybe you've heard of her?'

'You're full of it.' She laughed regardless. 'You couldn't find a single person in Paris who couldn't recognise us.'

'It's the burden we bare.' He was nearly finished of his ice cream, and now took the last few bites. 'I should get back.'

'Still cleaning?'

'Oh, my lady, you have no idea. Though a late lunch may be in my future if I play my cards right.' He smiled, rubbing the napkin over his claws.

She finished the last of her own cone, and looked at him half-judgingly. 'Ice cream before lunch?'

'You know it.' He winked at her. 'I'll see you around, Buignette.' He stepped up onto the balcony edge.

'I'll take the next patrol.' She said, resting her hand on her arm. 'You look after yourself, ok?'

'That means a lot.' He shot her a lopsided grin, before allowing himself to tip over the edge, plummeted for a moment, before catching himself and was over the next building in a blink.

Ladybug watched him go, hoping things would work out for the best.

#adrinette april #hide me #marinette #adrien #my work

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starsrshiney · 5 years

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Starsnapped part 2- The rest of the Team

Link to part 1 -_-_-_- Chronological Order

“Blueprints” of the team’s HQ

Anniey could feel that something was wrong. Stars wasn’t the type to make himself scarce without notice, but it's already noon and she hadn’t seen hide nor orange hair of her brother. Normally he should have made his way to the kitchen, as it was his turn on the chore wheel to make lunch.

Not that it would matter that much. Jimi decided to take over the kitchen half an hour ago anyway, and the only person who could attempt to take Jimi out of it would be Crystal.

But still, she should have seen him come back from his morning run. Or come out of the gym. Or the locker room. Or even at breakfast, before going to deal with paperwork for the next few hours.

‘Or,’ she thought to herself, looking at the empty office, ‘Working on that actual paperwork.’

Everything looked the same as when the siblings left the office last night, sans a new pile of papers that Chax must have dropped off. Most of her mind was screaming that he ran away again, that being on Emplien was too much, that-

‘He probably got hit with a bug.’ The saner part of her informed. ‘His immune system has always been all or none with symptoms.’

Even as she thought it, she doubted it. Stars was loud and dramatic person when he was sick, so other guys on the floor should have figured it out. Von’s room was across from his, and Mahn, Jimi, Takky, and Briar had to pass his room to get to the stairs. Chax would have heard him while dropping off the new paperwork.

She decided it wouldn’t take long to check anyway, as his bedroom was next to their office. The door opened easily, revealing an empty, unmade bed.

Anniey frowned. ‘Stars is neater than that. . . isn’t he?’ As she thought she made her way in, noting if anything was out of place. Dresser, locker, mirror all seemed fine. The two nightstands surrounding the head of his bed seemed untouched, with the wallet and storage crystals still on top of the closer one-

‘Wait, what?!’

Anniey gave the nightstand a double take and confirmed that the two crystals were still there. Innocently glowing dark violet with shadow energy, unaware of the panic they’re causing the woman in the room.

“None of us would leave our crystals behind.” Anniey muttered to herself, taking the few steps closer to the bed. They still had the standard sheets, pillows, and pillowcases the Museum Corporation provided. Though the yellow powder on the pillows were a non-standard addition.

Anniey frowned once she recognized the powder. ‘Either he’s been having nightmares without telling the team, or- Well, I guess running away is off the table.’

She had a pretty good idea what happened, but she’d need to verify everything before bringing it to the rest of the team. Gathering as much of the loose powder as she could, she made her way to the basement, and from there the AlChemistry lab.

Von turned as soon as the door was open. “Hey Anniey.” He gave his older sister figure a small smile. “Do we need to re-restock on salves already?”

“No, not yet.” Anniey sighed as she dumped the yellow powder on the table. “Found this on Stars’ bed after not seeing him all day.”

Von frowned and nodded, understanding Anniey’s current train of thought. “Put it in these while I get the te-test solutions.” He moved two glass phials and a fireproof petri dish toward her.

Soon the tests were underway. The first phial had a blue solution poured over the dust, causing an instantaneous reaction. Anniey shook the second, corked phial with a green solution, seeming to get no results- the two substances just refused to mix. Von set the powder in the petri dish on fire with a glance, frown growing deeper as the fire turned a bright yellow before fading away, leaving only ash.

“There are a few more tests w-we could do to be sure.” Von started. “But if I were to put money on i-it-“

“Nemirest pollen.” Anniey concluded. “And more than enough of it. I’m calling a meeting.”

Von sighed but knew better than to argue. Anniey was already halfway into the Shinering mindset already.

Pulling her farcall array out of her pocket, she pushed the button for near range, indiscriminate communication. Von’s farcall beeped as he pulled it out, indicating the signal went through. Soon after putting the device on her ear she could hear all eleven of her present teammates.

“This better be good, lunch is nearly finished.” Jimi growled.

Von vaguely wondered what was scarier- a Shiner sibling in the middle of Shinering or an angry-at-being-interrupted-while-cooking Jimi.

“Has anyone seen Stars today?” Anniey returned in a similar growl.

“Wha-?!” Judging by Jimi’s tone, Von would have to say the former. “No, not today. Which is strange, now tha’ you mention it. He’d usually at least thank me for taking over cookin’ for everyone.”

“Today’s usually arm day for him in the gym, but I didn’t see him there.” Takky contributed.

“An’ he didn’t use the pool this morning.” Of course Jimi would know that. The pool was almost as much his territory as the kitchen is. “Did anyone see him take off for his mornin’ run?”

“A better question would be if anyone saw him come back from that same run.” Chax butted in. “Which I’m going to guess is a collective no.”

“Give me a second to check something, sorry for the interruption.”

“Crystal, don’t you-ugh.” Anniey sighed as the wind currents carrying their conversation cut off.

Von gave her a sad look but said nothing. The two of them knew the wind mage did good work, even it interrupted short range farcall meetings.

“Bad news.” Crystal said as soon as the connections reformed. “I checked every runner I could get in my magic in range of, and none of them were Stars. Most of them were from the other squads.”

“Do you think your mom wanted him for something?” Mahn’s voice cut in calmly.

Anniey blinked, and Von gave a sigh of relief that she didn’t look close to Shinering anymore. “I’ll call and ask, but I doubt it. There was nemirest pollen on his bed, lots of it. And his storage and wallet crystals were still on the nightstand.”

“He was abducted.” A dull thunk sounded through, and everyone was sure it was Sal stabbing something nearby with one of her knives. “And rather sloppily too.” Everyone hummed their agreement- nemirest pollen on a wood element, no cleanup, and not even taking the crystals to make them think he left of his free will? “There should be more evidence somewhere.”

“I think I may have found one piece earlier.” Briar chimed in. “There was some kind of identification card near the front door this morning. It said the person’s place of employment was the Medeiros’ mansion?”

“Oh no.” Von whimpered, watching Anniey go ramrod straight immediately. He could hear water pipes burst upstairs, which was never a good sign

“Did that ‘oh no’ mean anything in particular?” Aaron asked quietly, barely heard over Jimi’s rants of busted pipes and water leaks everywhere.

“It means it's time for me to kill a bitch.” Anniey said much too calmly.

The call went dead silent at that declaration.

“It means we better ho-hope Stars as been away from Emplien long enough.” Von continued, long since used to a Shinering Shiner. “Dealing with C has been known to make him mental-tally shut down.”

“Who’s C?” It didn’t take much imagination to see Jasmine sneering into the call.

“A bitch who’s going to di~ie” Anniey practically sang, making her way out of the lab.

“Stars’ old high sch-school stalker.” Von informed, quickly ensuring nothing in the lab would explode if left alone. “I’ll tell everyone in person, but for now someone get to the f-front door before Anniey does.”

The call shut down with various sounds of affirmation. Von made sure the lab was completely inactive before rushing out the door and up the stairs, mind racing and hoping the eldest Shiner sibling was alright.

#writing #Starsnapped

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