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writing-wrxngs · 3 years

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Overnight Babysitting

(Heyo! Been a minute! I’m juggling like a shit ton of one shots along with the long form fic I’m desperately trying not to abandon so that’s why I disappear sometimes. Also being back with my parents is Not Fun so my vibes have been completely off for weeks. I do have something for you though! It’s fuckin massive too, it took forever lmao)

Phil turned to Techno and Wilbur one last time as he put on his coat to go. “And you’re sure you’ve got this?”

Techno nodded. “We’re sure.”

“Positive? I’m going to be gone all night.”

“We’ve got this!” Wilbur said, full of self assurance. “It’s not going to be much different than any of the other times we’ve watched Tommy.”

“Well yeah,” Phil agreed, “but it’s still a long time. I didn’t expect you boys to be alone this long ‘til you were older. This was unexpected.”

Wilbur scoffed. “We’re plenty old! Me and Techno are teenagers now!”

“Right, right. No matter what, I have to go so I suppose I have to trust you two,” said Phil. “You know everything you need to do?”

“Yeah,” said Techno. “We’ve got leftovers for dinner, keep Tommy entertained for a bit, make sure he gets ready for bed, put him to bed and get ourselves to bed.”

“And what does getting Tommy ready for bed entail?”

“Run him a bath, for one,” cut in Wilbur before Techno could answer. “Get him some clean pajamas and make sure he brushes his hair and teeth, then it’s bedtime.”

They actually remembered. Phil had been drilling that into both of the boys all day as soon as he found out he would have to leave, but he was worried they weren’t actually listening. It was quite reassuring really. By all means, leaving two thirteen year olds in charge of a child overnight was unwise, but it was necessary. Techno and Wilbur were capable boys. And clearly, knew what they had to do. Phil smiled proudly. “Alright, I actually think you two can do it now. I have to be going now,” he said. He called Tommy over and picked the boy up to give him a hug goodbye. “You be good for your brothers while I’m gone,” he said.

“I will!” said Tommy.

Both Techno and Wilbur knew that was a lie. They had been alone with Tommy before. As soon as Phil was out the door, Tommy would find some way to cause a problem for them. It was just in his nature. Neither of them could say anything about it, though. Instead, they shared the same doubtful silence and a glance of disbelief.

Phil set Tommy down, and opened the front door. “I should be back by morning, try your best not to destroy anything! Take care, boys!” He said as he left.

“We will!” Techno and Wilbur said in unison. Techno closed the door, giving one last wave to his father as he walked away into the evening light.

Wilbur leaned down to Tommy. “I know in a minute you’re going to become a thorn in our sides but can you do one good thing first? Run ahead and get the table ready for dinner. It won’t take me and Techno long to make dinner ‘cause we just have to heat it up on the stove.”

Tommy scrunched up his nose. “I guess,” he said, running off to the kitchen.

Watching Tommy run and disappear, Wilbur crossed his arms and looked at Techno with concern. “What do you suppose Dad meant by should?”

“Well, should typically means that it might not happen but he’s clearly fairly certain it will.”

Wilbur glanced to the direction of the kitchen. “And if it doesn’t?”

Exhaling, Techno paused in thought. “We deal. Act like everything is fine. Take Tommy to school, go to school ourselves, and go from there. If he’s not back by the time school lets out, then we worry.”

Shifting uncomfortably, Wilbur nodded in agreement.

“That’s not going to happen, though. He’s never not come back when he said he would. There’s nothing to worry about. What happened to the bravado you were showing off earlier?”

“Just a front, you know how I am. I don’t want Dad to worry about us. He’s clearly on some serious business. You’re right anyways. Like I told him, we can handle this, and I’m gonna prove that right now,” said Wilbur, shaking off the worry he had before. “Let’s get dinner now before the kid realizes something’s up”

The two joined Tommy in the kitchen, getting the soup that Phil and Techno had made from their garden vegetables last night and putting it on the stove.

“Look!” Tommy said, tugging on Wilbur’s sleeve.

Wilbur turned to the rest of the kitchen while Techno stirred the soup.

“I set the table just like you said! I even got matching bowls this time!” Tommy said proudly.

Smiling, Wilbur gently shooed Tommy away. “Good job, kid. Why don’t you sit down now, foods almost done.”

Tommy nodded and ran to his seat.

After that, the soup was done, and Wilbur sat down while Techno ladled out servings for the three of them. “Thanks,” he muttered to his brother.

Techno just nodded in response and sat down himself. “Careful Tommy, it might still be hot,” he cautioned.

“I know,” said Tommy. He blew on a spoonful of soup before eating it. After he swallowed he looked at both of his older brothers. “How come Dad had to leave all of a sudden?” He asked.

Both of them shook their heads. “He didn’t say,” said Techno.

Tommy shrugged in response. “Weird,” he said, turning his attention to dinner instead. He was only five, but he already understood his fathers idiosyncrasies. If Phil didn’t want anyone to know, nobody would be told, and that was the end of the story. It would work itself out, so why worry?

The brothers spent the rest of dinner just chatting and teasing each other, just spending time in each other's company without Phil there to reign them in. As much of a pain babysitting could be, it honestly was fun, just to have that freedom. Sure, Tommy’s usual little brother bothersome-ness increased without any real authority to stop him, but Techno and Wilbur could dish back out their older brother teasing more, too. Eventually, they all got done and piled up the dishes in the sink.

Wilbur stood at the sink. “Who’s on dishes tonight?”

“You, I think,” said Techno.

“Bullshit!” retorted Wilbur. “I did them last time!”

“No you didn’t!”

Wilbur stopped before he yelled back. “Wait, did you?”

“No, Dad said I helped out enough with dinner.”

“Then who did them last time? We’re the only ones who know how to wash dishes.”

“We’d know if Dad did because he complains when he does them,” said Techno.

“Did we-?” asked Wilbur, afraid to finish the sentence.

“Oh god,” Techno said, not needing the sentence to be finished. He checked the sink. “Well, the answer is nobody did the dishes and Dad’s been too busy with whatever’s got him occupied to notice.”

“Shit,” muttered Wilbur. “Split the work?” he suggested.

“Someone’s gotta watch Tommy.”

Wilbur shook his head. “No we don’t. He’s at that age where he thinks chores are cool because he can pretend to be grown up. We can rope him into this, easy. Watch,” he said, walking out to the living room, where Tommy was sitting. “Hey Tommy,” he said, putting on a grin. “Wanna help me and Techno with some big kid stuff?”

Grinning at the opportunity, Tommy nodded. “Yes!” he exclaimed, running out to the kitchen.

“Pull a chair up to the counter,” Wilbur said to Techno as he came in behind Tommy. “We’ve got a third set of hands.”

Techno did as he was told, and Tommy hopped up on the chair. “You know how to work this kid too well, Wilbur,” he joked.

“So what am I doing?” Tommy asked eagerly.

Tossing a dry dishcloth to Tommy, Wilbur said, “drying duty. I give you a dish, you dry it. Break one and we kill you.”

Tommy chuckled. “You can’t kill me ‘cause then Dad will kill you.”

“And it’ll be your fault we’re dead,” Techno said in response. “Let’s get to work now.”

The dishes eventually got done, with only one soap fight ensuing between them all somehow, and all the dishes clean. They were all dried too, and all unbroken, so no little brothers were murdered that night.

Checking the clock as he dried himself off, Techno turned to Wilbur in shock. “Wil. Tommy was supposed to be taking his bath like, five minutes ago.”

“What?” Wilbur said, also checking the clock. “Oh god,” he said.

Techno was already rushing to the bathroom. “I’ve got the bath handled. Get Tommy and get him clothes. If we hurry, we won’t be behind.”

Wilbur didn’t really have any choice but to agree. Techno had already set the plan in motion. The two of them had shooed Tommy off to the playroom while they finished cleaning up. He walked down, and found him there still, playing with some playset he had gotten for his birthday. Not even greeting him or saying anything really, Wilbur picked Tommy up, tucked him under his arm like a lumpy suitcase and went back out.

Obviously, Tommy struggled against his grip. “Wha- Wil!” he cried. “What’re you doing? Put me down!” he said, punching Wilbur’s ribs in defiance. “Wilbyyy!” he complained.

“You can’t baby-talk your way out of this, Tommy,” Wilbur said as he climbed the stairs. “We screwed up and now you missed you stupid bathtime.”

Tommy was finally released at the door to his bedroom. He scowled at his brother.

“Pick yourself out some pjs. Something you can dress yourself in, cause I’m not helping you and neither is Techno.”

“Fine,” Tommy said, running into his room. He returned with the clothes he needed.

Wilbur snatched them to make sure that they were a matching set, which they were, and that there wasn’t any reason Tommy would have trouble putting them on. No buttons, no long sleeves, all good. He gave them back to Tommy, and rushed him down the stairs to the bathroom.

By the time it took for Wilbur to get Tommy’s clothes and come back, Techno had filled the tub and already had the bubbles in. Him and Wilbur got Tommy in the bath and gave the boy his privacy after that, checking every so often just to make sure he hadn’t drowned.

Tommy came out of the bathroom, cleaner and in his pajamas. He still wore the same indignant expression he had from before. “Now it’s bedtime, right?” He asked, mustering up as much bite as a five year old could.

“Sure is,” said Techno.

“Wil, you didn’t have to pick me up like that,” Tommy said as he passed by the two and up the stairs.

Wilbur followed Tommy, as did Techno. “Well Tommy, the thing is, you have a penchant for being a brat and not doing as you're told,” explained Wilbur. “Sometimes it’s faster to just use force rather than try and talk you into something or fight with you.”

Turning back to Wilbur, Tommy said, “wait, what's a penchant?”

“It means you like something. Like how you like to change the subject when you’re being told off.”

Tommy just ignored that. He went down the hall to his room and waited for his brothers to come.

Techno and Wilbur just stood at the top of the stairs looking at him.

“Who’s gonna put me to bed?”

Both twins crossed their arms and looked at each other. Of course Tommy would pull something like this. “I handled the bath,” said Techno.

Wilbur sighed in annoyance. “You did. Fine. I’ll put him to bed,” he said, rolling his eyes as he followed his little brother into his room.

Tommy climbed into his little wooden bed and got underneath the sheets. He grabbed his favorite stuffed animal, a raccoon Wilbur had won at a fair and held it close. “Thanks Wilby,” he said.

Doing the obligatory tucking in, Wilbur couldn't help but let out a smirk. That kid knew how to press his buttons as much as Wilbur could press his. “No problem,” he said. “Aren’t you getting a little old for this though?”

Making a face in thought, Tommy nodded. “Yeah… but I wanted to tonight cause I’m kinda scared about going to bed without Dad. It’s lonely when it’s just us.”

“You don’t have to worry about a thing,” Wilbur said, ruffling Tommy’s hair. “He’s gonna be back before we even wake up, and me and Techno will be right in the next room ‘til then.”

Snuggling into his bed, Tommy smiled. “Okay!” He said. “Goodnight, Wil.”

“Night, Tommy,” Wilbur said as he turned out the light and left the room. He went to his and Techno’s room to get to bed himself. Or more likely, get in bed and stay up far too late for his own good.

Techno, who had already changed into pajamas and was in bed, looked up upon Wilburs arrival. Looking back down at the book he was reading, he greeted Wilbur but said no more.

Rifling through his dresser for a shirt to sleep in, Wilbur chuckled to himself. “Tommy’s something else, y’know? Poor kid just didn’t want to be alone at bedtime. It’s so weird,” he said, finding a shirt and changing into it. “You kinda just have to tell kids that it’ll be okay, but you don’t know that. It doesn’t feel like lying, though. It’s just… the right thing to do. You suppose Dad’s had to do something like that?”

Having closed the book due to Wilbur’s rambling, Techno nodded. “Well yeah, just think about it. I’m sure there’s dozens of things Dad’s covered up for us when we were little. We just don’t remember ‘cause we thought it was nothing.”

Wilbur got into his bed and hummed in agreement. “Oh, absolutely. I just think it’s odd how we don’t really think about it.”

“Well can you think about it quieter? I was reading before you came in.”

“There’s not much else to think about on that subject. I’m just gonna sleep anyways,” Wilbur said, taking his glasses off and putting them on his bedside table then rolling over to face the wall.

After some time, Techno too got tired, and set down his book before doing the exact same ritual. Glasses on the table, rolled over to face the wall. A mirror image.

The two fell asleep, despite Wilbur’s belief that he’d be up all night. Being around Tommy can be tiresome. They both slept peacefully in their room until a sound woke Wilbur up. Crying. Before he could get up himself, his sheets were ripped from him. Rolling back over, he fumbled for his glasses and put them on for a minute.

Tommy. He’d woken in the middle of the night, and was clearly upset. “Wilbyyy,” he cried, “I had- I had,” he hiccuped. “I had a bad dream and I can’t sleep.”

Annoyed, Wilbur pulled his blanket back up. “Tommy, you can if you try. Just get back in bed.”

The boy sniffled and pulled at Wilbur’s sheets in protest. “Nuh uh, I don’t wanna. I’ll be all by myself in there!” He said through tears.

Oh. Of course. The kid wasn’t scared of some dream he had or monsters under the bed. He was just lonely. Little brat melted Wilbur’s heart. “Lemme guess. You don’t wanna go to sleep alone?”

Tommy shook his head emphatically.

“Fine,” Wilbur said, already taking his glasses back off. He made some space on his bed. “Get in you little crybaby.”

His demeanor already changed, Tommy climbed in next to his big brother and snuggled in. “Thanks again,” he mumbled, already sleepy again.

“Yeah, yeah,” Wilbur said, also setting into bed. “Don't mention it.”

Finally, all three boys were to bed and asleep peacefully. Tommy wasn’t even a pain to share a bed with. Apparently, sleep was the only time that kid was completely still. Wilbur didn’t lose any sleep at all.

Like he had promised, Phil was back in the morning. It was still quite early, long before any of the boys would need to be up. He had stopped in the bathroom first, to get the first aid kit. His little trip had gotten him some bad injuries, but he could fix them up before any of his boys ever knew. And likely never would know. After that he went upstairs. It had been a sleepless night for him, and he was dying to see a bed.

Of course, he had to see if his kids were asleep first. Techno and Wil’s room was the first in the hall, and he popped his head in there first. Techno was asleep, his long hair splayed all around him and flowing onto his face. He looked over to Wilbur’s bed and couldn’t help but grin. Wilbur was asleep, a surprise of course, based on how sleepless the boy usually was, but there was another thing that took Phil by surprise. Tucked under Wilbur’s arm, fast asleep and smiling vacantly, was Tommy. For once in their lives, his sons weren’t fighting or getting up to something. Phil didn’t know what led to this moment, but wasn’t particularly worried with that. Whatever it was, it was just proof that his boys could handle themselves, and Phil was proud. Still smiling, he left the room and went to his own, collapsing onto his bed and finally sleeping himself.

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adventuresasmrsfindley · 3 years

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So dinner was an absolute shit show last night. Knox would not eat, would not sit at the table, and threw a fit the entire time we were trying to eat. Like, screaming and crying fit. It sucked.

The weather has been so shitty and our boy NEEDS his outside time. That is his happy place. It had finally stopped raining so Cole and I hung out on the front porch and Knox ran around the front yard and did his own thing. His entire mood shifted (for the better). He still would have nothing to do with the dinner I made but he did eat a PBJ and some blueberries while we were outside so at least he didn't go to bed hungry. Toddlers, man. 😩

Cole went up to bed a little before 10 and I was still browsing on my phone and what not and he comes back downstairs on FaceTime with my SIL (the one who watches Knox). Apparently a ton of cops had rushed into her neighborhood and parked right outside her house and they were hiding in her driveway behind the cars and they had guns drawn. One came up to my SILs door and told her there was a man with a rifle and they all needed to get in the basement and stay there. She was freaking out, rightfully so. I ended up staying on FT with her til aftwe 11 and I am soo tired today. My body is used to my 10 PM bedtime. I looked at the news this morning and apparently it was a domestic violence call. The abuser refused to come out of the house and was threatening to shoot police and I guess actually did fire at them but didn't hit anyone. He was finally taken into custody around 3 this morning after close to 6 hours of the standoff. So freaking crazy! I cannot imagine that unfolding at my next door neighbor's house. I'm sure she got next to no sleep last night and I wish I could take today off to keep Knox home so she doesn't have to watch him but we already have too many people out as it is so I know that would be a hard pass from my boss. Def going to pick up Starbs for her on my way to drop him off and I hope like hell he's not a little terror today lol.

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utterlyinevitable · 3 years

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hey i know you fell asleep but thank you for the bed time story 🥺🥺🥺

always here to send you fever dream fics on wa 💕 i know it’s not the m fluff you wanted but i did say TBC 👀

transcript under the cut ❤

Post-Bakery Bedtime Story

Mason gets back to the warehouse still dazed and confused as to why the bit at the bakery affected him so much. He doesn’t know why but his feet take him to the library instead of to his room. Nate is sat on his favorite chair by the large window with a tome, Felix is lying on the floor tossing a ball up and down.

“Ah you’re back. The detective make it to work okay?” Felix said with a wink that fell flat when he looked at his friends sullen face.

Mason shrugged “assume so”

Nate perked up at the uncertainty in his voice. “Assume so? What do you mean? Did something happen?”

“I don’t fucking know” m said with such terrifying venom.

Felix pulled a face and stealthily bolted out of the room. He was not going to stick around for hurricane Mason. Nah ah ah

Nate closed his book and studied the now pacing vampire. Masons hands shoved deep in his pockets and not a cigarette in sight. Not even the faint smell of tobacco that’s synonymous with him tainted his scent and the air. Nate knows it’s because of the detective he stopped smoking. Whether Mason realizes it or not.

“What did you say?” Nate asked knowingly. He wasn’t fully sure Mason said something to upset the detective but 100 years together and his ironclad intuition give him the lead.

“The truth”

“Which is?”

“It’s not my fault that vile cupcake was sticking her nose where it doesn’t belong”

“Mason.” Nate all but scolded, speaking volumes with his tone and causing Mason to stop pacing for a moment.

“I think I fucked up” he muttered. All his thoughts culminating to this conclusion.

Nate said nothing. Just waiting for Mason to elaborated on his revelation.

“Lia stomped away. I think she was upset...” But nothing came. Nate watched as Mason’s brows knitted further together and his frown cemented among his freckled features. Whatever happened took it’s toll.

So Nate asked, “Did you apologize?”

“Why would I? I didn’t say anything that wasn’t true”

“If shes upset, you apologize. That’s the right thing to do”

“Well I damn well didn’t get the chance! She ran right to the station”

“What did you say” Nate basically growled.

“That all we’re doing is sleeping together. The only ‘seeing’” - he did air quotes with his fingers - “happening is of one another naked”

“Mason...”

He gave Nate a scowl at the sad and patronizing use of his given name.

Time passed silently as the two collected their thoughts. Mason still unsure why he cares so much and Nate afraid for both of them.

Nate breaks the tension. “Is that all that’s going on?”

“Why would-“ Mason begins to retort, a natural reaction to challenge him. He takes a breath and a pause and then sighs “I hope so.”

Nate nods slowly as he mulls the confession over. He knows exactly why the closed off vampire feels this way and battles whether to break the news to Mason or not.

Instead he chooses a gentler approach;

“You care about her. As do we all.”

And then Nate leaves Mason to his own devices

***

That evening Nate volunteered to check up on the detective instead of just simply patrolling, unseen.

“Oh. Hey” she gave a half hearted smile when he enters her office

“I’m here to escort you home, if you’ll have me”

“Thanks. Just need a few more minutes to finish this”

“Of course.” Nate takes his seat at the table in the corner like usual and gazes around the room trying to assess Mason’s emotional damage. The beat of her heart isn’t consistent with anger. But her demeanor implies somethings amiss

On the walk home he asks “How was your day?”

“Fine”

“Anything eventful happen?”

“No. Thankfully.” She takes a pause and kicks a rock. “Actually...”

Nate perks up, thinking how lucky it is that she’s the one to bring it up and be able to talk about masons mishap. Nate did spend most of the afternoon batting around the implications of the situation on the team, and then the implications of his intervention.

But then she says, “Verda knows.”

Nates brows furrowed. Lia notices.

“About you guys,” she clarifies. Before Nate can respond she quickly adds “his partner eric came by. He’s a supernatural too apparently.” She huffs in disbelief. “and he wants me to convince verda everything’s okay so he can tell him”

NaTe doesn’t really know what to say. The agency needs to know of course. But he also knew Eric is supernatural after their encounter at the carnival - he got the sense.

Nate wasn’t prepared to have this kind of conversation this evening.

“How do you feel about that?” he simply asked.

“I’m glad he knows. That I’ll have somebody to talk to about all this weirdness. But what if he doesn’t come around? What happens if Eric can’t ever tell him, you know? What kind of relationship is that to keep such a big part of your life from the one you love?”

They talk more about this and soon enough they’re at her apartment

And Nate decides to do something out of character. He decides to confront her with his preferred knowledge; “Were you crying earlier?”

She’s taken aback. It’d been hours and she put on a ton of concealer. Damn vampire senses.

“It doesn’t matter.” There was a fragile finality to her words.

“Your feelings matter. WhAtever it is”

“It’s stupid.” She shook her head to reaffirm. “My heart got away from me for a moment. It won’t happen again”

Nate WISHES he could play Cupid. All they needed was a push in the right direction. But they needed to figure this out on their own.

“For what it’s worth, in all my years, listening to your heart is the greatest strength”

Nate didn’t miss the near inaudible scoff that escaped her

* * *

So she doesn’t see ub for 4ish days. They’re around. They patrol frequently but no ones come around to say hi and she’s thankful. More time to focus of wtf her heart is trying to tell her and how to deal with verda

She ends up going to the warehouse to pick up Nate. They’ve been texting about the verda situation. Dressed up and ready for the dinner she saunters through the halls and finds him waiting for her in the living room.

“Damn Lia! You look stunning!” Felix chimes as he takes a look at her in her black dress and matching suede thigh high boots and make up. Very different from the smart dressed detective he sees daily.

“Thanks” she blushes. She turns to Nate “you ready?”

“Let me grab my coat” he exits to his room

“Is this a date?” Felix asks innocently enough

“More like an intervention. Nates good with people and will be able to help verda understand”

“Makes sense” he agrees. Then nudges her with his elbow “Mason would be the worst option huh”

“Probably”

Luckily Nate is back before Felix could read more into the situation and her noncommittal tone.

“Ready!” He calls and smiles after making sure everything is in order.

Just as lia is about to meet him in the hallway she nearly collides with Mason entering the room.

“Hey,” she mumbles politely as she sidesteps him

Mason doesn’t say anything too shocked by her close presence.

She thinks she hears him grunt and tries to hide her eye roll

As Nate and Lia make their way out of the warehouse mason watches her every movement. Every step. Every sway of her hips and brush of her air in the wind she creates.

“Feel like groveling yet?” Felix whispers besides him pulling Mason out of the trance.

“Fuck off”

Masons chest tightens. And he realizes he misses her. Not just her body and her touch but her presence. Her companionship.

Shit

He needs to apologize.

Later that evening, more like in the dead of night, Masons on the roof after patrolling a little earlier than normal but he needed the reprieve at the time. Needed the solitude and distraction patrolling provided.

Now he’s tuned into nature and so at ease

Until he hears an irregular sound coming from floors below

Not irregular, not really. Not foreign, no. But a familiar thumping

No it couldn’t be.

He’s imagining things

He lights up another cigarette to make it go away

But it persists. It’s still there when he’s done

So he goes downstairs to get a beer to numb the pain. But he takes the route past the room that’s been empty nearly every single night since they moved in.

and it’s there

The steady, calm drum of her heartbeat

And he doesn’t need that beer anymore

He goes into his room two doors down and rests his eyes and body to the sound of her

* * *

The next morning she’s in the smaller, functional kitchen at the table eating an omelet she made along with some coffee. She has a full day of combat training and needs the calories.

Mason waited until he was sure she was relaxed and not distracted to enter. Tbh he’s never been in this room before. No need when human food smells worse than garbage.

He plops himself on the edge of the table opposite her. She doesn’t look up from what she’s reading on her phone. He doesn’t say anything either.

Eventually she takes in a very long very deep breath shuts her eyes puts her phone and fork down exhales and looks at him. Masking her features as best she can in close Proximity

Her left eyebrow raises, silently questioning

He doesn’t know what to say

He didn’t think this far ahead

She has his mind in complete disarray. Everything on his mind in his thoughts is her her her

But she won’t crack first. He can see that. He can feel how cold she is

“Look -“ is all he manages to choke out before she interrupts

“Save it.”

His mouth slams shut at the indifferent hostility

She continues, “what you said was out of line and frankly embarrassing.”

He gives a tilt of his head in agreement.

“I don’t need the entire town knowing my business.”

Instinct told him to make a sex joke, but he knew better than to break out the comfortable banter right now. Had enough awareness to see they weren’t back on good terms -- were they ever?

Lia continued, “I also shouldnt have stormed out. So sorry for overreacting.”

Eventually she allowed for Mason to speak more than one word, “sorry For saying it”

She gave a tight smile. Forced and lacking all the things he’s come to look forward in that toothy grin of hers.

She pushed her chair out and stood. Mason followed, standing three steps from her. He waited for the hug that she was bound to give him. She must be just as touch starved as he is he hopes.

But instead she picks up her dishes and puts them in the washer and walks out.

-TBC-

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A/N: if you’re not ayla and you’re reading this, thank you for making it this far. and sorry it’s shit. this is just a thing i wrote over whatsapp at midnight because my friend asked for a fluffy m fic 😅

#twc fic #agent m #mason x mc #the wayhaven chronicles #twc #withbeautyandrage #asked

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possessionisamyth · 4 years

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i know the ending had to be rushed because instead of the usual 13 episode seasons AS decided to drop genndy to 10, BUT i started thinking about the daughters of aku and boy do i have some things to say writing wise, and no this isnt about “realism” but just how to make their presence as a unit more impactful or how to make ashi’s character development better as a temp antagonist to jack, spoilers below if you havent finished watching samurai jack

Option 1: Have the daughters of Aku be raised by Aku.

Some people have already suggested this as a cute AU, but to be honest that would strengthen the daughters bond with Aku more than just having hearsay through their mother. And since Aku does have emotions, isn’t afraid to spread propaganda onto children (the fairytale episode), and is building a kingdom that encompasses the universe, that would’ve been a great alternate to Jack’s stance, where instead of fighting just some assassin troupe he’s technically fighting an assassin troupe of princesses when he was once a prince whose own kingdom was destroyed by their father.

The bonds between the sisters would be tighter in that they respected their father both out of fear and the time they spent with him because he would’ve told them all the lies they needed to hear for them to trust him, he would’ve taken moderately good care of them(basic provisions), and he would definitely let them wreak havoc where ever they wanted without suffering consequences as long as they didn’t fuck up his own shit. “Mindless drone sisters except for one” doesn’t stick for long when it comes to guilt about murdering them, but “rebel girl gang who trusts their father and has many reasons to think you’re genuinely the bad guy” definitely would.

To not just have Ashi yelling at Jack, but all of the sisters shit talking him out of vitriol. Throwing his guilt back into his face. “If you’re so great, why couldn’t you save them? If you’re so good, why did you kill them?” Have Jack have to deal with his guilt inside and outside from a group of women who were indoctrinated to believe everything their father said just like Jack was and then really make him question what’s the difference between him and them? His father could’ve done all the same things telling him what’s evil and what isn’t. Yes, he still knows Aku is evil, but this train of thought would be humanizing them even further to the brink where Jack isn’t sure he can kill any of them. Cause it was “easier” when he could believe they didn’t have any emotions except for one (Ashi) but much more impossible when he has to accept that they all do. “They’re just robots.” No, they’re not. They’re just like you, Jack.

Option 2: Some sisters don’t die.

Make the killing blows accidents. Going with their canon way of being raised, have Jack still understand that they’re people, and make the killing blows reactionary instead of functionary. He doesn’t want to kill them, but he’s so used to fighting, he’s so used to defending himself that the weapons he grabs and the attacks he does manage to hit the vitals of a few of the sisters while the rest he leaves mortally wounded or physically incapable of fighting. If they’re really raised as machines to kill him, this would leave them useless to complete the task.

Then have Jack, as he’s leaving the scene of carnage have to witness the sisters who can move crawling towards their fallen sisters, trying to hold back bleeding wounds, scraping through the reddening snow in an attempt to show compassion for the one’s whose lives are fading away.

And then have Jack make a choice. He could leave them there. Some of them might make it, but probably not. Even if they all did, they wouldn’t be able to chase him any more. The wounds he inflicted on them would prevent them from fighting as they used to unless they got a fuck ton of physical therapy and/or robotic prosthesis. Or, he could do the same as he did with Ashi in canon and take the survivors. Teach them about the world. About Aku’s lies. About what he’s really fighting for, and let them make the choice on their own. Because they never had a choice before, but now they do, and let it be overwhelming and confusing. Let them make mistakes, but let them learn from it. They don’t all have to make the right choice at the end, but they shouldn’t have to die for it. Show the conflict and correction from sisters who did make the right choice and let them be.

Option 3: None of the sisters die by Jack’s hand.

Same as option two, but Jack doesn’t kill any of them. He saves the ones who need immediate medical attention, teaches them, and lets those sisters go back to the ones he only inhibited. The saved sisters try to pass the rhetoric they learned only to be deemed weak and now they all have to fight each other. It can be to the death. The evil sisters who refused to change or learn would die, Ashi wouldn’t be by herself. They’d all have to come to terms with what they’ve done as some either go to fight Aku with Jack and Ashi, while the others leave so they can stew in their guilt of killing their sisters.

Option 4: Get his ass!!!!!

Have Ashi actively resent Jack for killing all her sisters. No, I don’t care what half-assed explanation Ashi gave to her mother, you don’t get raised with 6 other people and some of them NOT form of bond between each other when you’re all working towards the same goal. Especially when they had to function as a unit! Her mother wasn’t Aku, she didn’t see everything they did as soon as it was bedtime for 20 something years.

I want this to be a chip on her shoulder, I don’t want her shifting the blame of everything onto her mother. Yes, Jack was going to kill everyone and only Ashi survived, but why didn’t he do the killing blow for her? Why didn’t he try harder to save any of the other sisters? Why did he go for the kill shot every time instead of just mortally wounding them to prevent them from fighting if he knew they were humans and not robots? Isn’t he supposed to protect people? Isn’t he supposed to save people? Like yes, still have her learn the world is a wonderful place and Aku is making it worse, and still have her go to fight Aku for the sisters she’d lost, but don’t have her fall in love with the man who killed the only family she’d ever known before being thrusted into an unknown world and then have a sexual awakening on top of that??????? WHAT???????

Would've been better having Ashi see things and think of memories of her sisters that connected her with them through said images or objects, and then going through the process of mourning for each one before the confrontation with her mother.

Option 5: Have Ashi fall in love with Jack first. (Best One for Romance)

Can we say scouting missions? The daughters of aku were displayed as being curious through scenes when they observe unusual behaviors to the new environments they’re scouring through. Have them hunt Jack without the efficiency of the imakandi, and learn about the world on their own. Ashi is the leader so she’s responsible for finding Jack first, but that leaves the other six to sharpen weapons, get supplies,etc. They do need to eat and sleep as they’re still human. Then they have to interact with people, and animals, and nature and learn on their own. Have them hear stories about how great Aku is, and how awful Aku is from a variety of the people they have to meet from these supply runs or leads towards Jack that turn out to be false.

Make them argue with each other about what’s true and what isn’t from what they’ve heard of Aku. Show a struggle of acceptance when the strangers they talk to present proof of how “Great” or “Awful” Aku has been. Let them make the decision on what being human actually means WHILE Ashi is scouting and watching Jack do all these good things for innocent people, and then have her come back to settle any confusion ready to say their mother is wrong only to be interrupted by their mother telling them Jack’s location before Ashi can get the words out.

Even sweeter if you have Jack notice when he’s alone versus when he’s “alone” (ashi is watching), and he talks to her. It starts with things like “if your intent is to kill me, I ask you to reconsider” then changes to “if you’re hungry, i’m leaving the excess here, help yourself” until its “your killing intent has long since vanished, do you wish to speak to me finally?” because Jack is already used to randos turning into traveling companions (blue totoro, da samurai, scotsman, ikra) he can accept the stalking to an extent as long as it doesn't escalate negatively.

After their mother’s message, the sisters find Jack, but they struggle to fight him not out of lack of skill, but because they know so much about the world now, and they’re not sure what to believe anymore. Let Jack see their hesitation and capitalize on it with his words, until Ashi puts her foot down by taking Jack’s side. Since she’s the leader, and with all they know now, they choose to follow Ashi’s word. They then proceed to travel together and tease tf out of Ashi about her feelings for the samurai.

Final thoughts:

Any of these options excluding 4 since it’s more canon streamlined, could be much more easily done by having the first half of the series being about the sisters development flanking Jack’s turmoil plot, and the second half being about the daughters making mistakes and learning from them as they build towards the final fight which becomes much more badass in that Jack’s friends are fighting anywhere from 2-7 daughters of aku in that cool evil form with all the evil robots.

The relationship of the daughters of aku was more of a pacing issue than a writing issue, but I think if they focused more on the fact of we’re going to watch a family die over a lie instead of “they’re all mindless and only ashi has emotions” their deaths would’ve hurt A Lot more. Ashi’s development would’ve been more meaningful, and Jack’s guilt would’ve been much heavier. However someone wanted their hashed in romance so I guess this would’ve stuck a sword in their well-made plans.

Not to mention the idea that the daughters were the only people Jack killed over the span of 50 years makes it ring more out as shock value killing. As if there wouldn’t be non-robotic aliens or non-robotic humans or non-robotic human-alien hybrids who wouldn’t 100% follow Aku of their own violation? Nah, we’ve seen them, and we can see what privilege does to people. Plus if they had privileges that would be taken away by Aku’s downfall...well...I don’t think Aku was the only one asking for Jack’s head on a platter.

#samurai jack #daughters of aku #ashi #jashi #meta #i do like jashi i just wish it was executed better #long post of alternatives

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darisu-chan · 4 years

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whatever our souls are made of (his and mine are the same), pt. 14

Hi and welcome back, everyone!

Today we have a funny one-shot for a change.

Hope you guys like it!

You can also read it here.

kiss kiss (fall in love)

Prompt: awkward

Summary: It was an accident, they swear! But maybe it wasn’t so bad after all.

They didn’t mean for this to happen.

It was an accident, they swear!

Just something that happened out of nowhere.

It was definitely not planned beforehand!

And now they have to deal with the consequences.

But before we can discuss that, let’s rewind a little.

(Stop tape.

Rewind).

It is a normal day in Karakura.

Well, as normal as it can get in a town filled with spirits, but you get the idea.

The only thing out of the ordinary is the fact that it is raining.

Not that strange for a fall rain, but still.

The weather forecast had said it’d be sunny all weekend.

Instead it’s been raining the whole day.

With their plans for Saturday ruined, Ichigo and Rukia have had to stay inside.

They are not the only ones unable to do their plans.

Karin was going to play soccer with her teammates and Yuzu was going to go shopping with a couple of friends.

The four are, naturally, dejected.

Seeing this, Isshin is quick to act and takes out an assortment of board games from his closet, so that they can all play together.

Yuzu gets excited right away.

Ichigo and Karin can’t help but roll their eyes.

But Rukia has no idea what is going on.

She has never played any of those games before.

Once she admits to this, Ichigo and Karin soften up and they agree to play.

Yuzu and Isshin cheer and the most fundamental question is then asked.

“Which game do you wanna play first?”

The living room, then, quickly becomes a war zone.

They are all on the floor, with several boxes scattered around them, and on the table there is the game they are currently playing.

Rukia, turns out, is a natural at these games, particularly the ones regarding strategy, and keeps winning round after round.

When Ichigo complains, she just tells him, “I’m winning cause you never think ahead.”

A true statement as it ever had been one, but not like the young man agrees.

“I’m pretty sure you’re cheating.”

“Nonsense.”

And the whole morning wastes away as they play.

They eat leftovers for lunch, so that no one has to cook.

But eventually they play all board games available at home, so Ichigo rushes up and brings down his videogames.

He and Karin get competitive as Rukia and Yuzu cheer them on.

That is to say, they cheer on Karin.

Isshin watches them with a twinkle on his eye, as he sips his coffee and tries to read the newspaper, chuckling here and there.

Yuzu is not very good at them but accepts playing with Rukia.

Once again, for a newbie, Rukia’s kind of good, but not enough to beat Ichigo.

And that’s how they all end up discovering she’s kind of a sore loser.

“It’s your fault, Ichigo.”

“How is it my fault?”

“You’re distracting me.”

“How so?”

“I don’t know! You just are.”

The afternoon passes by as the rain continues pouring outside.

But it’s fine.

They are having fun.

As dinnertime approaches, they decide to cook for Yuzu, so she can rest.

Which is actually stressing for her, as her siblings aren’t as great in the kitchen as she is.

At least they don’t end up setting anything on fire.

And the food’s not bad.

It’s edible at least.

“Would’ve tasted better if you had let me do it my way.” Rukia comments.

“If I had, it would’ve taken us all night.”

“It would’ve been worth it.”

“We were starving, Rukia. Starving.”

They eat together and converse about the series of games they played.

They can all agree it’s been fun.

But at night, after a whole day of hanging out together, the Kurosaki family disperses.

Yuzu continues sewing a new dress for her dolls.

Karin decides to watch a soccer game on the TV.

Isshin goes to his room to read the new book he had bought.

And Ichigo and Rukia decide to hang out in the former’s room for a bit.

It’s the usual deal for the,.

Rukia lays down on Ichigo’s bed to read the newest issue of her horror manga, meanwhile Ichigo reads a novel for college on his desk.

But eventually, they get tired.

One thing leads to another and they start reminiscing.

About the first two months they had known each other.

They recall a particularly funny ghost or a fight that was challenging.

They rejoice in looking back on those early days, where life had seemed so simple.

They even talk about school, with them remembering a few incidents in class.

“Remember when you dreamed you’d failed your algebra quiz and it turned out you had?”

“Oh shut up. As if you’d had gotten better grades.”

“I did. I got an 8.”

“Sure, Ichigo.”

Soon, they are sitting side by side on the carpet, the bed to their back, as they laugh together.

They don’t even know what is so funny anymore, but they keep on laughing, their bellies aching as their laughter echoes in the room.

And here’s when they don’t know how it happens or why.

Just that it happens.

One minute they are just there laughing, and the next they are gazing into each other’s eyes.

Ichigo has to think hard if Rukia’s eyes are violet or deep blue.

Not that it matters.

They are mesmerizing.

And Rukia wonders when he had looked so grown up.

She can even see light stubble on his face.

He’s not a boy anymore.

Soon they notice they are too close.

Huh?

When had that happened?

In the blink of an eye, their eyes close.

It’s a feather-light touch.

Barely there.

But they are aware that their lips are touching.

Until they are not.

Suddenly, their faces are beet red and there are fumes coming out of their ears.

At the same time, they jump meters away and they point at each other.

“Wh-wha─?”

“I─I”

They are very eloquent, as you can see.

“It was an accident!” They exclaim at the same time, still as far away from each other as possible.

They can’t even look at each other in the eye.

“I didn’t mean to…” Ichigo says.

“I know! It just sorta happened.” Rukia replies.

“Right!” He confirms.

“We were just there!”

“You’re right!”

“Didn’t mean anything.”

“Of course not.”

And they keep lying to each other but, most importantly, to themselves.

Because if we had any cameras (not saying they were in the room), we would see they had leaned down their faces at the exact same time.

But they don’t need to know that.

Not yet at least.

As they try to ignore the gigantic elephant in the room, they decide it’s bedtime.

And that’s how the day ends.

With blushing and profusely apologizing to each other and a shit ton of denial, before calling it a night.

But once they go to sleep, each one laying on their bed, they can’t help but imagine the scene once more.

It was an accident, they swear!

Definitely an accident!

Yet, as they close their eyes, they can’t help but smile.

And, as they touch their lips with their fingers, they have but one thought.

Maybe it wasn’t so bad after all.

#ichiruki #ichirukimonth #ichirukimonth2020 #pro ichiruki #ichiruki fanfiction #my fanfiction

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Three Days ~ 58

~*~Sebastian~*~

The video call with Emma's family had been good until the last sentence. I wasn't sure if Andrea was legitimately saying she hoped we'd be together or questioning if we would. From the look on Emma's face, she was going with option two. Now I was slightly suspicious Eli's dislike for them wasn't unfounded.

It wasn't late when Emma called. I put my script on the table and stretched out on the couch before connecting the call. I stopped before a word left my mouth.

Emma said, "Hey."

"This is not the same happy face I saw less than two hours ago." She looked exhausted. While her puffy red eyes could be from the pool, I doubted it was chlorine. She'd been crying. A knot formed in my stomach. I spoke quietly, "What's going on, baby?"

What followed was a strange story of her parents ignoring her to talk to Amy then telling Emma she should pretend her life sucks so her sister won't do drugs. Oversimplified, but accurate.

Dammit, Eli was right.

Emma went back and forth between angry and sad. I honestly don’t know which was worse, but I didn't like either of them. A wave of protectiveness washed over me and I wanted to jump on a plane to go get her. She didn't need saving now any more than she did in the bar after the volleyball tournament. The difference was either I was there just in case she needed me at the bar or possibly my feelings for her were stronger now. Or both.

At the end of the story, she said, "It's not always this bad. Most of the time it's fine, besides the walking on eggshells. I didn't say anything because I try to be optimistic. If I come down here thinking the worst, I’m reading into everything and paranoid about everything I say. It only makes things worse. I’m sorry. Please don’t be mad."

I double blinked, "Mad? I’m not mad at you. I’m pissed as hell at them. Your best friend kind of hates them. Your sister's a heroin addict and your parents signed over custody of you to a rock star who lived on the other side of the country. I never thought this was a vacation. You said I didn't need to worry, but I did anyway. I am going to need Eli's phone number so I can apologize for thinking he was an ass about your parents."

I felt better when she smiled, "He'll enjoy that and never let you forget."

"Never letting you forget stupid shit is the basis of most male friendships." I switched back to serious for a second, "Do you wanna leave? Say the word and I'll book the flight and talk to you until the Uber gets there. Meet you at the airport here and we'll lock ourselves in my apartment until we have to leave Sunday. Hell, you can just stay here and hideout. Maybe rearrange some more of my drawers."

"As wonderful as it sounds, no. Not tonight anyway. Amy and I will have a good time tomorrow. I'd feel bad running off. Sunday there will be family buffers. Monday, I don't know. Mom will be doing exams Tuesday while I'm with the girls." She shook her head, "I already severely limit my time here."

"Em, it's ok to not want to be around people who make you feel bad. Even if they're family. It's shitty, but it's your choice."

"Visit when my guilt about not visiting outweighs the potential bad time when I visit."

"I don't recommend guilt." I looked at her thinking what a shit situation this was.

"I don't want to fight to just be myself. Shouldn't be this difficult. I can understand them wanting to protect Amy, but I feel like they don't want to hear about me."

I couldn't fix this as much as I wanted to. "Last night when you knew I'd been upset did you feel incredibly helpless? Even though talking to me while I could see you was enough."

"Yep." She yawned. "I was out by the lake. I came back where it was light and we could see each other. We have good phone calls."

I agreed. Phone calls, even video calls, can feel distant or impersonal. Not for us. I'm used to keeping friendships going over the phone. If I couldn't have real conversations on the phone, I wouldn't be sane. "You’re tired."

"I don't want to hang up."

"Not going to. What was your favorite bedtime story when you were little?"

She looked at me like I was a little crazy. Not inaccurate. "Winnie the Pooh and the Honey Tree."

"I want you to go upstairs and get into bed. While you’re doing that, I’m going to find Winnie the Pooh and the Honey Tree. Then I'm going to read to you until you fall asleep."

“You’re going to read me a bedtime story?”

I most definitely was. I nodded with a smile.

“Best boyfriend ever.”

“Trying.” I could tell she was getting up. “I’m going to be quiet so you can sneak in.”

“My parents are awake in the family room. I have to walk through.”

“Just pretend you're sneaking me to your bedroom after a date. Put me in your pocket.”

She laughed and then the screen went dark. I could hear muffled voices. “I’m going to bed.”

“Amy said to be ready to leave at ten.”

“Sounds good. Night.”

“Sleep well. We love you.”

“Love you, too.”

Hmmm. Her voice didn’t hold the warmth those words should have. Not the way I’d want to hear them.

Less than a minute later I was out of her pocket. “I need the bathroom. I’m going to let you hang out in bed.” She was quiet, but I could see she was concentrating on something. “Enjoy.”

Emma dropped the phone on the bed and I was staring at the ceiling when my text notification went off. Oh . . . the naked on a pool float picture. Peachless. Also, bikini bottomless. I was still smiling when the real girl came back on camera. “Nice ass.”

She crawled under the covers and propped her phone against the pillow next to her. “Remarkably self-conscious.”

“Then why’d you send it?” From the drinking game, I knew she’d sent nudes to someone before.

“Wasn’t self-conscious until after I sent. At the time it was fun and flirty. I knew you’d like it. After I hit send I thought I should make sure.”

“No, you were right I like it. A lot. Want a picture of my ass?”

“Your naked is ass is online and on film.”

“Bonus for you! Everything will be soon enough.” I still wasn’t sure how I felt about that.

“Really? Full frontal?”

“Not sure how full, but frontal. The movie I shot in Greece. Talk about self-conscious.”

“I tell you what. When your full-frontal comes out, I’ll send you full-frontal. We’ll be even.”

“Now I’m looking forward to the release.” A dirty smile formed on my face, “Do I get to take it?”

“I don’t know who else would.”

I scrunched up my face because that hurt in all the good ways. I’m supposed to be reading a bedtime story not getting a hard-on. Guess where gonna see if I can do both at the same time. “Time for sleep.”

She smiled and tucked her hands under her pillow. I like seeing her relaxed like this even better than the naked pool picture. “You look so pretty curled up.”

“Did you remember to turn on the screenshot function?”

“I did.” I took one right now. “I’ll go sleep to that.”

Winnie-the-Pooh sat down at the foot of the tree, put his head between his paws and began to think. First of all he said to himself: “That buzzing-noise means something. You don’t get a buzzing-noise like that, just buzzing and buzzing, without its meaning something. If there’s a buzzing-noise, somebody’s making a buzzing-noise, and the only reason for making a buzzing-noise that I know of is because you’re a bee.”

Then he thought another long time, and said: “And the only reason for being a bee that I know of is making honey.”

And then he got up, and said: “And the only reason for making honey is so as I can eat it.” So he began to climb the tree.

I kept reading until I was sure she was asleep. Instead of hanging up, I hit mute and put my phone on the arm of the chair where I could see her while I worked. I kept watch until she changed positions and knocked the phone onto the screen.

First thing in the morning, before heading to the gym, I sent her one of the pictures I took of her sleeping.

Sebastian ~ Hope your day is as peaceful as you look here.

Emma ~ Thank you. For everything. Listening, talking, bedtime story.

Sebastian ~ Confession. Didn't know Pooh before last night.

Emma ~ We can watch next time we're together.

Sebastian ~ Cuddled up watching Winnie the Pooh sounds good. Have fun today.

Emma ~ Have fun with the guys tonight.

The next time I checked my phone, after working out, I had half a dozen text messages. All from Evans.

Chris ~ Yo!

Chris ~ Wake up

Chris ~ Lazy fucker

Chris ~ Are you home?

Chris ~ I’m in NYC

Chris ~ Let me know

Sebastian ~ Ass. I was at the gym. Chace is in town too. Meeting for drinks about five. Dinner. More drinks. You should come. I'd love to see you.

Chris ~ Sounds great. Tell me where.

I sent him the address and was more excited about my night. Will, Chace, and now Chris were doing before dinner drinks then we'd meet up with the others. I'd made a ton of progress with the new role. After my shower I made some more notes, alternating with checking Instagram when I got a notification Emma had posted. A group walking down a dock pulling a couple of coolers was labeled, "Load in." A shot all of them on the boat. Emma was wearing the same bikini from yesterday with a pair of cutoffs. A couple of hours later she posted multiple pictures of them tubing, people sitting around laughing, others in the water, and a couple of them laying out on the deck. None of those had my girl. The next batch did. Same sort of pictures, but with her in.

This was much better than last night. She looked like she was having fun. The last one before I headed to meet the guys was her, Amy, and who I assume was Amy's boyfriend. He was in the middle. Emma's caption read, "Someone is missing."

I commented, "Miss you too."

I ran into Chace right outside the bar. We hugged and gave each other shit about our matching beards. We kept up the teasing and laughing all the way to the table. Will and Chris were already seated and had ordered beers. Chris downed half his beer in one drink, "Seb, man, you stood me up. I mean, I get helping your parents move."

Will laughed. Chace cocked his head to the side and smiled. Chris looked at them before turning his attention back to me, "What have you done?"

I put my beer down slowly. "Yeah, about that. I may have left out a bit. I was helping my parents move, but that's not why I stayed."

Chris put his hand on my shoulder, "You met a girl."

"I met a girl. We'd had a great first date and I wasn't ready to leave. I wanted to get to know her better."

Chris looked up like he was thinking, "I'm good with that." His eyes came back, "Still seeing her?"

I couldn't have stopped my smile if I'd tried. "Yeah. Emma."

Chris smiled, "Nice."

Chace looked at Will, "You knew this and didn't bust him in our group chat?"

Will shrugged, "Trust me, it's more fun this way." He shifted his eyes to me for a second before looking back to Chace with a smirked, "You've met her."

Chace pointed to himself, "I’ve met her?"

Will continued, "At Kirk's wedding she was with the singer from Boone's band and his wife."

I watched him search his memory, "Didn't I hit on her?"

"Why did you say that out loud?

Chace snickered, "To see him make that face."

Not sure what face I was making, but I changed it.

"I thought they were in a throuple."

I rolled my eyes, "Not a throuple."

"How is that even a word?" Chris screwed up his face.

Will handed Chace his phone, "This is her Instagram Emma_plays_90"

Unless Emma had updated the first was another throuple.

"Sister?"

"Twin."

Both smirked, "Nice."

Chace asked, "Which is yours?"

"Polka dot bikini."

They scrolled back in her timeline, turning the phone toward me when they got to the peach one.

Chris raised one eyebrow, "Please, tell me you have the uncensored version."

I nodded. Smiling again.

Chace handed Will his phone back, "You have better on your phone. Hand it over."

I knew this would happen and had left the naked one in my texts. I had to stand up to dig my phone out of my pocket. I had it unlocked and the folder full of her open when I got a text.

Emma ~ Tell Chris hi and nice to meet him.

I looked up. Chris was on his phone. "What did you do?"

Chris did a shit job of pretending to look innocent. "Does Instagram notify someone if you follow them?"

"If their account is set to private and they have to approve you, yes, it does." Another text.

Emma ~ And Chace...

I glared at him. He shrugged, "0oops."

"Now she knows we're talking about her." No idea why I said that. Of course, she knows we're talking about her.

Will looked exasperated, "She already knew."

Chace chuckled, "She DM’d me. Hope your pick-up lines have improved." He sat there saying each word as he replied, "I'd like to say they have, but probably not."

Will smacked the back of Chace's head, "Stop it. You know how he gets."

One of the side effects of insecurity is jealousy. I get jealous. And in an all-time dick move I don't like it when girlfriends get jealous. I think that falls under the topic of commitment issues. I shook my head at Will, "Not jealous. It's this combination of annoyed that I could have met her a year ago and relief I didn't because things would have gone very differently. I was not ready for Emma a year ago."

"How'd you get ready?"

One of the things Chris and I have in common is relationship and commitment issues. I had no trouble answering, "Years of therapy finally came together. I managed to step outside my walls and she ... she has this way of working around my anxiety. Makes it ok."

I handed over my phone, scrolled back to the beginning with the fish.

Chace winked at Chris, "Told ya the good ones were on his phone."

They scrolled through, stopping to look at each other before turning the phone around to me. It was on the deck at her place. She was sitting at the table, her leg pulled up with her foot on the seat, smiling at me. She'd looked beautiful in the fading light. The smile, the look on her face, still made my heart skip a beat. Any man would love to have a woman look at him the way she was looking at me. That was day four. It’s even better now.

Chris turned the phone back toward them, "You should have led with you'd blown me off because you met a beautiful woman who looks at you like you hung the fucking moon."

I shook my head, "I met a very kind and amazing woman who just happens to be beautiful."

Chace asked, "How'd you meet?"

"She thought I was a drug addict getting snacks before checking into the rehab place up the road. She

helped me find chocolate chips for mom to make fudge."

Chris looked surprised then smiled, "That's a good story."

"Nice, but makes questionable choices." Chris grabbed Chace’s hand to turn the phone back around.

Chace kept scrolling, "This hers? She have a kid?"

Not sure why the pictures are out of order. "No, one of her students. She teaches first grade."

Chris started laughing, his hand went to his chest, "This is perfect. I couldn't do this better."

I was lost, "What are you talking about?"

Chris waved his hand around, "Issues aside and knowing you're not always the good guy in the relationship. The Seb I know," He pointed to Chace and Will, “we know, is kind, sensitive, and has a big ole soft heart. Every time you date someone, I get scared. Legit terrified. I’m afraid every girl is going to break you, change you, and you won’t be sweet Seb anymore. When I think of a teacher, especially a first-grade teacher, I think patient, kind, empathetic, flexible but firm. If I was setting you up on a blind date, I'd look for those qualities. This could be perfect."

"Emma is all those things. And accepting. I had a panic attack the other night. She didn't bitch about me not waking her, or ask a million questions, she just asked what I needed to be ok. I needed a run. I came back and she was upside down on my couch and had switched my sock and underwear drawers. She took none of it on, just took care of me."

"Refreshing," Chris said and the others agreed.

"I took care of her after she got to her parents."

Will winced, "Eli right to hate them?"

My eyes went wide, "They ignored her to talk about Amy's boyfriend, and told her to pretend her life sucks so Amy won't do drugs and relapse."

Will grimaced, "Yeah, Eli is right."

I filled in the holes for Chace and Chris.

Chace frowned, "You’re supposed to go to rehab for cocaine?"

Chris put his hand over his mouth and pretended to look surprised, "Oops."

Chace again, "I picture a first-grade teacher as sweet and innocent. No cursing, drinking, and kinda shy with sex."

I lifted an eyebrow. The same side of my mouth curving up. "I get that, but no." I pulled my eyebrows down, pursed my lips, and shook my head. "I do like Monday mornings when she comes down looking like a first-grade teacher."

Chace leaned forward, "Are you in love with her?" He started to smile.

I hesitated and Will spoke up, "If you say anything besides yes you're a worse liar than you are an actor."

"That's harsh." I rubbed my hand over my beard. "Falling in love, yes. Haven't quite been pushed

over the edge."

"How long have you known her?" From Chace.

"Three weeks."

Chris was shaking his head," You don't need months to know what's right for you. Don't overthink it. If she's ticking all your boxes, your heart flutters when you see here, and her smile takes your breath away, it's long enough. Don't waste a second. Falling in love is the best feeling in the world, just fucking enjoy.”

Chace held his hand out, palm up, waving from Chris to me. "For the record, I wasn't going to give you shit. I was just curious."

The conversation changed to what had been going on with them. Chace was doing some anti-superhero Amazon series. Chris was signed on for an Amazon series too. Apparently, the future is Amazon. The beers kept coming and we were lit when Chris asked our servers to take a picture. He texted it to the three of us and we posted it to Instagram at the same time. Complete with a countdown. Because drunk boys.

We wove our way the block to the restaurant. Our group more than doubled in size. Dinner sobered us up. It was a good time. We were loud for no other reason than talking across a long table. Ok, we were a little loud anyway. Next was another bar. We got even louder there. The value of a night out with the guys should never be underrated. Being idiots and taking the piss out of each other was good for the soul, and bad for the liver. We closed the bar down, loading into cabs in groups heading in the same direction.

I barely remember getting home. The next morning, I woke up with a raging headache. First order of the day was Advil and a bottle of water. Second was checking in on Emma. After the bar, the first one, I hadn't checked my phone again. She knew how to reach me if she needed me. I'd figured she was having fun like I was. From the pictures and videos on Instagram plus the ones she'd texted me, I was right. They’d gone back to her parents after the boat and had a pool party.

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elisaphoenix13 · 4 years

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Companion For A God

They were all spending a full week at the lake house with the Stark-Strange family. Of course Stephen had to use magic on the cabin so they could comfortably accommodate everyone, but it was a nice way to spend spring break. It was warm enough that the kids could go swimming and the adults spread around the property with their choice activity. Whether it be physical or just sitting around with a drink and talking to each other. Quill chose the latter, but his beer bottle quickly went empty and got up to get everyone they were sitting with another one. Scott, Sam, Clint, and Nat specifically. Stephen had felt too lazy to make lunch for everyone so he ordered a ton of platters. Veggie, fruit, lunch meat and cheese for sandwiches, even some dessert. Quill was going to make himself a sandwich after throwing the empty beer bottles into the recycling bin at the side of the house, but then the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end.

He closed the lid of the bin and looked toward the start of the grove a few feet away which seemed to be what was calling to his sixth sense. Something wasn't right and he wanted to make sure things were still safe, so he walked over to the grove and looked around for any potential danger. There were kids on the property and if anything wasn't supposed to be--

A whine caught Quill's attention and he followed the sound until he came across what looked to be a baby fox. If it hadn't been whining, Quill very likely would have looked him over since it was so small. The cause of its cries was what had the celestial fuming though. It was caught in a fox sized bear trap. Quill had no idea if it was leftover from the time he and Scott were turned into animals, or if it was new, but it made him livid. It was like seeing Scott trapped all over again, even more so when the small creature whined and struggled even more when Quill approached.

"Easy buddy." The celestial said gently as he crouched down.

The fox cowered and whined more and Quill readied some healing energy for when he released the trap. The animal would bolt the second it was released, but Quill didn't want to send it off back into the wild with an injured leg. So with one hand, he somehow managed to open the trap, and with the other he sent the healing energy into the fox's leg as it ran a good distance away. It stopped a few yards away and turned to look back at the god after stopping to lick its now healed paw, and then scampered away out of sight. Only then did Quill turn back to rejoin everyone after finally grabbing more beers for those (hopefully) still waiting for them.

"What took you so long?" Sam asked as Quill distributed the beers and took his place next to Scott.

"Oh...just had to check something. Sorry about that." He responded as he popped the cap off his bottle with his thumb and then opened Scott's.

They sat around and talked some more for about another hour until Quill was roped into throwing the girls and Nathaniel into the lake, and then into helping Clint barbeque dinner for everyone. Seemingly endless amounts of hamburgers and hotdogs were cooked and consumed until everyone was full, and then when it got dark enough, everyone gathered near the fire pit where Steve had built a fire. Marshmallows were broken out and handed around to everyone to roast them to eat as is or to make smores...and Gerald got a little too interested. Since alpacas couldn't consume marshmallows, Stephen asked Thomas to put the creature in his pen for the night so he didn't accidentally get into a bag or three. Gerald was given an apple so he wasn't left out.

Valerie was old enough to enjoy the sugary treats, and she loved them. She helped Stephen eat a couple of his roasted marshmallows that he gave to her in small pieces, and Quill of course licked the small bit that stuck to Scott's bottom lip. He got something thrown at him for the display of affection in front of the kids in addition to being pushed away by his spouse. By his face.

Quill looked back at the fire with a chuckle and then up at the youngest member of the family when he saw her yawn. "Looks like it's bedtime for the baby."

"Sure is." Stephen nodded as he stood up with Valerie. "I'll be right back."

As the sorcerer walked toward the house, Tony came out and gave the baby a kiss on the top of her head as the couple passed each other. During the brief exchange, Quill watched Athena follow Stephen inside the moment he stood up and it still amazed the celestial. She was so incredibly loyal and it was of her own free will. Stephen used magic on her a total of two times, once to communicate telepathically before the wolf first came home with the sorcerer, and second to bind her lifeline with his. It would give Athena the immortality Stephen had, and when the sorcerer died, she would too. Of course, Stephen made sure the wolf was amiable to staying with him like that and she supposedly agreed.

It made Quill wonder what it was like to have an animal so loyal to oneself. He, of course, would have Scott for much longer than the normal human because of his ability to share his immortality, but even Scott could still be taken from him. Death would be permanent for the younger man unlike Quill. The celestial had already hidden his light so that if he was killed he would be able to revive, and only his light being destroyed would kill him permanently. Like with Ego.

Sometimes thinking about it was depressing. He hoped that he would have Scott by his side forever, but even he knew that was improbable. Quill would try his damndest to protect Scott (and Cassie), but he was slowly coming to terms with the idea that he would eventually be alone. Eternity begot loneliness.

Quill and Scott went to bed a couple hours after Stephen returned from putting Valerie to bed, and after a quiet romp in the sheets, they went to sleep for the night. They did get cleaned up and dressed after their carnal activities before they fell asleep, and Quill woke very briefly when he felt Scott leave the bed. He woke again just long enough to wrap an arm around the younger man when he returned to bed...but then a little while later he was woken up again. By some licking. On his face.

What the fuck kind of kinky shit was Scott trying to get him into now and at ass o'clock at night?

"Babe...I love you, but can we please revisit whatever this is at an hour that normal people--pbhft!"

Quill sputtered and hacked when a tongue entered his mouth that definitely wasn't Scott's, and he opened his eyes to look at whoever was licking him. It wasn't a who, it was more like a what. It was the fox from earlier.

"What the fuck?"

"It was just a dream big guy. Go back to sleep." Scott mumbled.

"No. No no. This is not a dream." Quill rubbed his eyes when the fox curled up in the crook of his neck. "Scotty...there's a fox sleeping with us."

"That's great Spaceman. Now sl--" Golden eyes snapped open before Scott sat up and turned on his lamp to look at their new bedmate. "There's a fox."

"You think?" Quill asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "How did it get in here?"

"It must have used Athena's pet door...and I left our bedroom door cracked open when I came back in." Scott surmised and the celestial sighed when the fox licked his face again from its position next to Quill's neck. "It's just a baby. What is it doing here?"

"It's the reason I took a while getting the beer. I released him from a trap." Quill admitted.

"Well it looks comfy and unlikely to go anywhere." Scott turned off the lamp and laid back down. "Just like me. Go to sleep."

That had been the end of it. Scott went right back to sleep with his arm slung over Quill's chest, and the fox followed his example, leaving the celestial to wonder what had happened. He fell asleep to the sound of the tiny snores coming from the small creature, and when he woke up the next morning, he got out of bed while somehow remembering there was a tiny fox sharing the bed with him and Scott now. The moment he finished getting dressed for the day, the fox jumped onto his chest and climbed up to his shoulder where it draped itself loosely around Quill's shoulders until it was comfortably laying it's head on one of them.

Scott coincidentally woke up when it happened and burst into laughter the second the creature was settled happily. "You've got an animal version of Val." He said as he rolled out of bed and got dressed.

"I think he's worse."

"He?"

"Yes, he. Which reminds me...I better talk to Tony about the trap. I don't know if it's been there since our incident or what, but he should probably sweep the property for them before one of the kids gets hurt." Quill walked out of the room with Scott as the younger nodded and looked at the fox thoughtfully.

"What are you going to name him? He's clearly not going anywhere." Scott asked.

"I'm not. I'm taking him back."

"Quill, he may be a baby but he's old enough that he was probably recently left on his own. He'll just come back."

Quill sighed as they walked down to the kitchen and Stephen looked up from cutting fruit and raised an eyebrow when he saw the fox.

"Tony doesn't run a zoo."

"He doesn't run an orphanage either." Quill snarked and the sorcerer threw a strawberry at him. The fox just watched it fall to the floor. "He came to me."

Stephen looked back down at the fruit. "Well don't let that strawberry go to waste. Pick it up and give it to him."

"Is Athena going to try to eat him?"

"I'll make sure she knows he's like Tibbs and Gerald. Does he have a name?" Stephen wondered as Quill picked up the piece of fruit from the floor.

"Not yet. I'm still wrapping my head around the fact that I was woken up by him in the middle of the night and he's not leaving."

Stephen nodded and Scott joined him to help with breakfast while Quill walked outside to look for Tony after asking Stephen where he was. When he did find the engineer, he hardly blinked when he saw the fox, but he did scowl when Quill mentioned the traps. Tony didn't waste any time setting out to fly around the property with a magnet to hopefully pick up any remaining traps, and Quill made sure the kids didn't get too far from the house while Tony was cleaning up. Their biggest concern was Thomas who used the property as a place to run around and he was the one most likely to step in one while doing so.

Quill grimaced when the fox started licking his ear and he reached up to gently grab his muzzle to stop him. "Stop that. You'll get breakfast when the rest of us do."

After a brief thought, Quill released the fox's mouth (who playfully snapped at the celestial's hand) and grabbed the animal by his scruff to hold up in front of him. He squirmed in Quill's hold in an attempt to get back to his perch, but the god wanted to get a good look at him if he was going to name him. The fox had barely been with him for eight hours and Quill already knew he was going to be a big baby. He couldn't call him anything similar to that though.

"...you look like a Flynn." Quill finally said after a few more minutes of deliberation and the fox yipped happily.

"Like Rapunzel's boyfriend!" Diana said from behind him.

The god sighed. "Damn it."

The fox had his name the second he responded enthusiastically and Quill was too lazy to think of a different one anyway. He tried setting Flynn down on the ground, but the second his paws touched the dirt, he scrambled back up Quill's clothes and to his earlier perch which only confirmed Scott's theory. Quill was stuck with this fox.

At least he was cute.

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curlytemple · 4 years

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niche interests list

okay sure yes this is fun! i havent posted a thing like this in such a long time. thank you new gal pal @scottspack for tagging me!

pigs????

alright first lets throw it back to preschool! my fav childhood toys were my baby doll (snookums) and a plush pig that my grandma got me that i just called ‘pig’ ...i watched the babe movies countless times, and piglet? that anxious little guy GETS ME bro. when my preschool did a nativity play and my class got to choose an animal to be in baby jesus’ manger, my mother recalls me saying that i would be a pig because jewish people (jesus christ) wouldnt eat me. she has no idea how or when i learned about kosher foods. ironically despite my namesake i was too afraid of the movie charlotte’s web to watch it more than once because the scary farmer tries to kill wilbur for being small and the pretty spider dies.

sugar creek gang

OKAY this is a book series from the 40s-70s about a group of christian little boys in indiana who went on adventures in the woods and helped people. my dad read a LOT of chapter books to me as bedtime stories when i was little (see also the mandie series, nancy drew and the hardy boys, little house on the prairie) but sugar creek gang is one that really hit. i read all 36 books with dad and at least once again on my own. there was a series of 4 or 5 movies in the early 2000s when i was the Perfect age to have a crush on most if not all of them. this might be too much detail but i have to tell you about these boys. we WILL not be revisiting the heavy religious themes.

the narrator is bill who is Good and Kind and wants to be a doctor when he grows up. his best friend is a chubby boy nicknamed poetry because he memorizes and quotes poems, he is the Detective of the group. BIG JIM is the leader of the group who is supposed to be like, 14, which was very cool and hot, to me. and yes there is a little jim, who is the baby of the group. then there is CIRCUS who is known for his climbing and acrobatics, and his FIVE SISTERS AND BEAUTIFUL SINGING VOICE. dreamboy. i’m almost done listing boys, i promise. a boy called dragonfly who is allergic to everything and hella superstitious. later in the series a new boy named tom moves to town and tom has an older brother bob who is NOT A CHRISTIAN (bully)

tangentially, the buttercream gang, a movie from 1992 that was almost definitely made by some christians who grew up reading the sugar creek gang series which i’m guessing on vibes alone. will spare you Good Boy details but scott is in love with his best friend pete who moves to chicago and falls in with a bad crowd and scott just refuses to stop LOVING HIM. very gay christian film in retrospect.

peter pan

so i know liking disney’s peter pan isnt niche, but it was the way i liked it. tinker bell stan from day one, i watched all of those disney fairies movies, even the ones that came out after i was definitely not intended audience. there was an online pixie hollow game where you could design your own fairies and play mini games where you gathered dew drops or something. had a HUGE CRUSH on jeremy sumpter in peter pan (2003) then i got really darkly obsessed with the idea of growing up when i was 12 or 13, and everything peter pan was deeply My Shit for my entire adolescence. i read the original book and every other twisted version of the story i could find and seriously freaked myself out about wasting my youth.

shug

you’ve probably heard of jenny han now, or at least the netflix adaptations for to all the boys i’ve loved before and the sequel ps i still love you (always and forever, lara jean, coming soon?) but before she wrote THOSE, she wrote my first ever Favorite Book, about annemarie “shug” wilcox, a girl in the summer before starting middle school. it is SO engraved on my heart i cannot explain. i felt so incredibly understood and cant even tell you how many times i read it. thinking about all of the ways it made me feel SEEN is actually making me very tender so i’m gonna go on.

the summer series

on the subject of jenny han, since she was now my Favorite author, when she came out with the summer i turned pretty in 2009, i was ALL IN. it’s not summer without you, and we’ll always have summer were published the next two years. a coming of age series about a girl isabel “belly” conklin who stays at her mother’s best friend's house at the beach in the summers. i really could talk about it forever yall. i actually dont know how to be succinct about it. i will try. her mom’s friend has TWO BOYS. one brother, jeremiah, is the golden boy and her best friend who is in love with her! the older one CONRAD is her childhood crush who's just sort of around while belly is firmly getting over her childish feelings and going out and experiencing teen beach life with jeremiah for the first time and figuring out who she is and wants to be! by the end of the summer he admits he feels differently about her (hence belly internalizing this as The Summer I Turned Pretty) and they get together. this is already too much so i will just say that the next two books deal with a PROFOUND LOSS and the selfishness of grief and the SELFLESSNESS OF CONRAD and i will absolutely lose my shit if netflix picks it up for a second jenny han series adaptation.

pappyland

this was a kids show in the 90′s that features a character named Pappy Drew-It, an artist dressed like a 49er who lives in a magic cabin in pappyland. there’s tons of characters and music and life lessons but the meat of every episode is a detailed drawing how-to (pappy is actually a cartoonist, michael cariglio) and i have a hard back cover sketch book from my grandpa that i FILLED with drawings that pappy and DOODLEBUG taught me to do. there is a running gag that pappy always breaks his crayons.

boy meets world

i KNOW this is beloved by many but i’m counting it because i’m simply too young to have such an obsession with it! the show ran from 1992-2000. i was born in 1996, but reruns on the disney channel and abc family cemented it as one of my favorite shows. cory and shawn, closer than brothers, shameless homoromantics, shawn is cory’s first wife!!!!! truly showed me what a best friend can and should be!!!!!! the great love of your life!!!!! TOPANGA, the og weird feminist girl who said stop shaving your legs and start speaking your mind, ladies! the characters are so richly developed that they are real people to my heart. YES every character on this show is in their late 30s-early 40s and YES i feel like we grew up together. in season one they’re in the 6th grade and we follow them all the way to COLLEGE. countless poignant life lessons, often literally dictated by the wise and hilarious MR. FEENY, cory’s next door neighbor and somehow one of his teachers for YEARS. my love was only solidified by the 2014 girl meets world reboot, centered on cory and topanga’s daughter and her best friend. (which was literally cancelled because disney didn’t want to transition from a kids show to a teen show, something essential to the original. also because that teen show would have had CANON LESBIANS. extremely shameful move in 2017!) boy meets world lives rent free in my heart and i will never evict it!!!!!!!

i consulted my mother when i got stumped for more and she reminded me that i had obsessions with the impressionist art period and babies and ANYTHING fairies or pixies, and i was way too young when my love of the canadian teen after school special degrassi began. she also said bob ross, which i was hesitant to include because he’s been super ~trendy in recent years, but to be fair (To Be Faaairrr) she’s right! i don’t think people really watched the joy of painting as much as i have throughout my life. best sick day show of all time.

lastly i could honestly list anna herself as a niche interest, my mom actually metioned that ive always hyperfixated on my girl friends (gay) but i’ll just note that YES friday night lights, YES barry lyga novels. love to share so many things with you, niche or not, they’re niche in Our Mind.

#with the baby obsession came an obsession with adoption #my aunt and uncle adopted and when i learned that there were ORPHANS whew #i was in preschool judging people for getting pregnant when there were SO many babies without mommies #she had a good point!#also does being a niall girl in 2012 count

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harrywavycurly · 4 years

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Interview with the Horans!

This is a compilation of questions I’ve received for Niall and Delilah to answer and I did it as if they were sitting down doing an interview, I hope you enjoy and that it helps give you an insight into the lives of the Horans! If you have no clue what I’m talking about Niall and Delilah are from my Insta Story you can find here!

Q: How did you two meet?

Niall: At an after party of a sports event I believe? She’s gonna kill me if I got it wrong.

Delilah: Really? An after party? You’re so annoying. We met at a sports event that I didn’t want to go too but my friend Phoebe dragged me to it and I ran into Niall at the bar it was all super casual.

Niall: Ya sure, if ya call her almost knockin me over ta order a bloody drink casual.

Q: How did you ask Delilah to be your girlfriend?

Niall: Oh god uh I jus sat her down and asked her if she wanted to be exclusive an she laughed at me cos she was like “who the hell uses the term exclusive? you’re such an old man” dat was probably after we had been on like four or so dates. I jus enjoyed bein round her.

Delilah: It was super cute, he gets all blushy and adorable. He was nervous and I have no clue as to why, he had already asked to share my calendar with him to see what dates work for us and everything. Like that’s a pretty big deal.

Q: What’s a normal day in the life like for the Horans?

Niall: nine times outta ten shes up before me, she was like dat even before the girls. She can stay awake till six in da bloody mornin and be up at eight ready to rock n roll. S’a bit disturbin, but our days when M’not on tour are very like every other married couples... jus wit a set of twins.

Delilah: We go on a walk in the mornings, we’ve been doing that ever since I was pregnant, and while on the walk is when we lay out the game plan for the day. So if he has any meetings or anything he’ll tell me so I can plan my day around it. So like yesterday he had a photo shoot for something-

Niall: Cos m’a model now. Just so ya know.

Delilah: Right...so anyway he had his model thing so the girls and I brought him lunch and he was home at a decent time to help with their bedtime routine.

Niall: I feel like we are pretty normal ta be honest like we don’t do a lot of extravagant shit.

Delilah: Not anymore no.

Niall: We were never like jet settin on tons of trips and stuff we’ve always kinda just went from New York to California. We like ta lay low.

Delilah: As low as a former member of one of the largest boy bands in the world can lay....he forgets who he is sometimes. But yes we do kinda just stick to the two places and don’t go out much unless it’s to dinner because I like to eat out a lot. It’s a problem that I’m working on. Oh and Niall likes to go to parties without me but that’s not typically part of a normal day in the life of us.

Niall: M’not even gonna go der wit you.

Q: Speaking of parties, Delilah it’s pretty obvious you don’t like being left at home while Niall goes and has fun.

Delilah: Yeah he’s an asshole. He met Post Malone while I was at home trying to get comfy with my damn pregnancy pillow! And him and Shawn just are super annoying when they get drunk together. But I don’t mind him having his bro time and going out without me, I just like being dramatic.

Niall: Yeah m’da worst at like tryin ta plan parties and invitin her cos half the time they are so last minute and I know she does not do last minute.

Delilah: No I need at least four hours to prepare myself to be around people and to like get dressed and all that not so fun stuff.

Q: Who said I love you first?

Niall: She did. During an argument matter of fact, it was pretty memorable.

Delilah: I said it during a moment of passion Niall James not a full blown argument. it was like a “God why do I have to love you so much?” Don’t make it sound so dramatic.

Niall: M’pretty sure yelling it in the middle of a “passionate argument” is the same as jus sayin it in an argument babe but okay.

Delilah: It’s totally different, you’re just a dumb boy you wouldn't understand.

Q: Rumor has it you two broke up briefly while Niall was on tour just after releasing Flicker. Is that true?

Delilah: Yes it’s true. Couples take breaks. Look at Ross and Rachel, it worked out fine for them.

Niall: Really ya gonna bring Ross and Rachel into dis? They suffered fo a few years before actually bein happy...

Delilah: I mean are you upset that I forgave you too soon?

Q: Why did you two break up?

Delilah: Yeah Niall why did we break up?

Niall: Yer such an arse. Uhhh can we skip dis one? We’re allowed like one skip right?

Delilah: Nope. The people want to know and you always say you’re a man of the people.

Niall: I cheated. Next question please.

Q: What songs on Flicker are about Delilah?

Niall: None of em.

Delilah: Did you hear that world? I was not the muse for that sad ass album so stop blaming me for breaking this man’s heart.

Niall: Slow hands is bout her I guess, it was written after a date wit her to a bar so yeah, slow hands s’bout her.

Delilah: I'll allow that one.

Niall: Oh and So Long. But that’s not on the album so...but most of the songs I didn’t necessarily write wit anyone in mind more of an emotion I wanted ta get across.

Q: When the two of you were dating who was the best at keeping in touch with the other?

Niall: She was at first then I’d say it was pretty even once we got a bit mo serious. We always had a good long chat at the end of each day tho no matter if we only exchanged two texts throughout the day.

Delilah: In the beginning I was just nosey and wanted to know what he was doing all the time. Then I realized he legit is either in the studio or he’s playing golf or at some sort of event. We still do the phone call each night when he’s away.

Q: What’s something you love about each other?

Niall: Easy! Her love of life, she is someone that ya jus wanna be around cos she will make ya smile and makes ya ten times happier jus being in the same room as her.

Delilah: Awe you’re so sweet! I honestly love the fact Niall will never tell you anything just because he knows you want to hear it, he doesn’t sugar coat things and I know that sounds odd to like love that about someone but it’s just refreshing. I love knowing that if I ask him for his opinion it's going to be 100% honest and how he truly feels and sometimes it makes me want to smack him but mostly I just appreciate what he has to say.

Niall: Oh an I love her laugh.

Delilah: Niall also has a very nice ass so you can put that down as something I love as well.

Niall: Delilah Grace...m’not arguing though.

Q: So Niall this is mainly for you, how has it been dealing with how often Delilah posts about your private life since normally you like to keep that to yourself.

Delilah: Ohhhh good question!

Niall: I don’t mind it really, s’not like she posts pics of me doin anythin scandalous. I think she shows another side ta me dat the fans enjoy, it shows them dat I’m like I always say, a normal guy wit jus an abnormal job. Also her captions are jus...somethin else she has such a way wit words.

Delilah: He laughs so hard at the photos I post of him looking annoyed. He loves those the best.

Niall: I’d also say she’s da reason my posts have gotten a bit more personal. She’s helped me realize dat my Instagram an twitter doesn’t have ta jus be all Niall Horan the musician. The fans and everyone wanna jus get ta know me.

Delilah: You’re welcome world.

Q: So you two have been married for almost a year now right? What’s been the best part of being married?

Delilah: I get lots of free stuff, it’s pretty freakin great if I’m being honest.

Niall: Ignore her, yes we’ve been married almost a year now, hard ta believe s’only been a year.

Delilah: I mean having the girls seemed to take up a big part of the year so I’d honestly say the best part of being married so far is just knowing he’s fully mine now and I get to be in his life forever. Sounds lame when I say it out loud.

Niall: I think the best part is jus knowin that she’s there. Like she always has my back on anythin an bein able to point to her an be like “oh dats my wife.” I enjoy that quite a lot if m’bein totally honest wit ya.

Q: So the twins they are adorable by the way, what was your initial reaction when you found out you were having twins?

Niall: I absolutely almost shit myself it took me completely off guard.

Delilah: Same! But really I was kinda hoping I was having twins because lord was I getting huge kinda faster than I had anticipated.

Niall: It’s also in the long run good cos we only wanted two so like boom! One an done is what they say right?

Delilah: No one says that about kids you weirdo.

Niall: S’for sure a thing people say even bout kids.

Q: Who takes care of the kids more?

Delilah: Me, just because Niall has a job while I stay home all day in my sweatpants eating.

Niall: Obviously it’s Delilah, she is an actual angel fo everythin she does for the girls and myself even. An jus fo the record she doesn’t wear sweatpants all day, she eventually puts like dem leggin type pants on.

Delilah: Thanks honey.

Q: So Delilah what would you do if you came home to Niall asleep on the couch when he’s supposed to be watching the girls?

Delilah: It depends. If the girls are also asleep I’d probably cry at how cute they all look passed out.

Niall: Dey are way cuter dan me when they’re alseep.

Delilah: But if he’s asleep and they aren’t...oh hell will be raised in the Horan house. I’d probably smack him with a throw pillow and never let him live that moment down. Like even Shawn hasn’t fallen asleep while watching the girls yet and he’s only watched them after they are asleep so Niall and I can go have dinner alone.

Q: So is Shawn The Godfather?

Niall: Did he tell you to ask dat?

Delilah: He’s one of them yes.

Niall: We have two godfathers and two godmothers.

Delilah: We are just extra like that, don’t even ask why.

Q: Last question, how have you handled the fans response towards your relationship? The overall response seems to be everyone pretty much adore the two of you.

Niall: Oh it’s been great really, only a few people here an there have some shitty remark ta say but it’s always something stupid.

Delilah: I think after the first two years it just switched and it’s been for the most part pretty nice. I think at first the fans just didn’t know how serious this was going to be and everyone legit loves Niall so they wanted to make sure I was worthy of him. But I mean we’ve been together for so long now that they’ve fully accepted me.

Niall: Dey have realized she’s not goin anywhere. I mean she met me when I was still in One Direction like jus before the hiatus so she’s been through a lot wit me and the fans love er.

Delilah: Diall till death.

Niall: Oh yeah dats our Uh..what they call it? Ship name? Diall!

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A Place To Call Home (Part 3)

Summary: The reader is feeling down after what happened but quickly starts to feel like part of the family again...

Masterlist

Pairing: Jensen x foster daughter!reader

Word Count: 7,300ish

Warnings: language, angst

You heard your bedroom door open after an hour, JJ suddenly right in front of you where you still sat on the floor, Jensen holding her hand and JJ staring up concerned.

“Apologize to Y/N right now young lady,” said Jensen.

“Daddy I didn’t-”

“Look at your sister. Look how upset you made her and even though she put you to bed, you were lounging around downstairs way past your bedtime. You know better. Apologize,” said Jensen.

“She’s not my sister. She said so in the car,” said JJ.

“I was in the car and she said she was technically not your sister which is true and then she nicely explained why she was technically not but she is still your big sister and you will treat her like it and you will respect her. You are not a baby, JJ. You are not one of the twins that throws a tantrum because they don’t know better. You do. Unless you are a baby and you want to have a crib and diapers and a paci again? Hm?”

“No,” she said.

“I will not ask you to apologize again,” said Jensen.

“I’m sorry I was bad,” said JJ, staring at Jensen then at you. “And said you should go and that I lied and said you make mommy and daddy sad...and we all wish you weren’t here.”

“That was a horribly mean thing to say to Y/N, JJ. It’s a horrible thing to say to anyone but especially your sister. Do you know how many homes your sister has lived in?” he asked.

“Lots,” said JJ, Jensen kneeling down to her level.

“Not counting her first one with her parents, this is her 14th home. 14, JJ. Y/N had some very mean mommy and daddy’s at those homes. They were bad people. You don’t realize how lucky you are. What if Y/N thought we were mean people and she wanted to leave us? Do you know how sad we would be? What if she thought we were just another mean family?” said Jensen. “We would never see her again.”

“I’m sorry,” she said, scrunching up her face. “I didn’t mean it.”

“Why did you lie and say those things?” asked Jensen.

“’Cause Y/N said she wasn’t my sister so I thought she didn’t like me anymore,” said JJ, burying her head against her father’s shoulder. “I’m sorry.”

“Are we mean and rude like that when someone doesn’t like us?” asked Jensen.

“No,” mumbled JJ.

“We talked about this many times before Y/N got here. You have to be a big girl and tell us what you’re feeling so things like this don’t happen,” he said.

“I…” she said, staring at you.

“Go ahead,” said Jensen softly.

“I don’t get why Y/N doesn’t love us. I tell her and she never tells me,” said JJ.

“JJ,” said Jensen, sitting down on the floor, pulling her into his lap, finally getting to the bottom of it. “We can never expect another person to love us when we tell them we love them. We can hope that they do and I know this is a little funny because Y/N is family and we always taught you that your family loves you. But Y/N hasn’t had a family that she was happy with in a very long time and it’s not fair to her to expect her to be like that. That’s why we talked about all this before she came. I mean, how happy do you think you’d be if no one gave you hugs and kisses for like, a year?”

“A whole year!” she said, as of that were the worst possible thing that could ever happen to someone.

“I know, right? Wouldn’t that make you a little sad?” asked Jensen. JJ nodded but you were smiling now. Not getting hugs and kisses had been the least of your problems but he wasn’t going to tell her all of that.

JJ climbed off him and gave you a big hug, Jensen smiling at you both.

“I’m sorry I was so bad. Can I be your sister again?” she asked.

“Of course,” you said, returning the hug.

“Okay, JJ. Now that you’ve apologized, you are getting that little tush in bed and going to sleep. You’ll have time out for a whole fifteen minutes tomorrow for this. Understand?” asked Jensen.

“Yes daddy,” she said, staring up, her eyes still a bit timid. She’d probably never got in trouble like that before after all.

“JJ,” you said, her attention back on you. “You have a great dad. He’s not acting like this to be mean. He wants you to grow up to be a good person is all, like him. My parents used to do this stuff too. He always loves you, no matter what.”

“That’s right,” said Jensen, JJ frowning for a moment before she reached up her hand for his. “You want me to bring you up to bed?”

“Please?” she asked.

“There’s my sweet girl again,” he said, picking her up and kissing her cheek. “Y/N, I’ll be back in a few.”

You headed across the hall to the bathroom and cleaned up your face, tossing on some pajamas too. Jensen was in your room, laid back on the bed with his eyes shut when you returned.

“We have really unlucky Friday nights,” he said with a chuckle, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. He patted the other side of the bed, waiting for you to sit and lean back against the headboard.

“Sorry I ruined your guy’s date,” you said.

“It’s no problem and we already ate. We were both very happy you texted us when you needed us to come home,” he said.

“I shouldn’t have had to have text you at all. She’s five. I’m not. I shouldn’t have overreacted like that,” you said.

“She is five and I don’t expect her to be perfect, or ever expect her to be perfect honestly. You either. I do expect her to behave when you’re in charge and not say things like that though,” he said.

“I shouldn’t have said she’s technically not my sister,” you said.

“Why’d you say it?” he asked.

“It’s true,” you said. “I wasn’t really thinking.”

“She overreacted. I was in the car with you both and you were very nice about explaining what it meant. We explained all of those things to her before you came too so you wouldn’t have to,” he said. You hummed and played with the bottom of your shorts.

“You know I care about her, right?” you asked.

“Yeah,” he softly. “Don’t go beating yourself up because you didn’t tell her you loved her. I’m starting to get a good idea of how that head of yours works.”

“Lucky guess,” you said, Jensen laughing quietly. “Why’s it so hard for me to just say it to her?”

“Words are just words sometimes, kiddo. Love isn’t always about saying the right thing or saying you love someone. I’ve found actions to be better. Trust me, you act like you love her. The word part will come,” he said.

“You always seem to know the right thing to say,” you said.

“I’m shit at knowing the right thing to say when it comes to you,” he said.

“Not really,” you said.

“I’ll disagree with you. Case and point, when stuff has gotten bad between us, it’s never been what I’ve said that got us through it,” he said. “You need words but you need that action to back it up too.”

“Like what?”

“Our walk in the rain. I gave you my favorite blanket to keep. The fact you let me give you a hug without frowning now...this is starting to get better, isn’t it?” he asked, glancing up with a smile but you saw the worry under it.

“For a second tonight I thought about it, about going, like maybe what she said was true. But I don’t want to go away,” you said.

“Good cause we totally bought a ton of Christmas presents for you tonight and it’d be such a pain to go bring them back and…” he said with a big smirk as you cocked your head. “I’m very happy you’re starting to feel better here.”

“Me too,” you said, both of you looking at the door when Danneel knocked.

“So someone could totally use some cheering up,” she said, wearing a smirk. “Christmas Vacation?”

“Never heard of it,” you said, Jensen immediately popping up from the bed.

“Never...oh we are fixing that tonight, asap.”

The movie had turned out to be hilarious but you understood why the kids weren’t allowed to see. Jensen popped on Die Hard afterwards and you figured you fell asleep at some point because you woke up on one end of the couch, Danneel passed out on the other and Jensen snickering as he picked up a few things in the room.

“Well good morning sleepyhead,” he teased. “You two fell asleep on me. Literally.”

“Well you kept me up super late,” you said, curling back into your blanket.

“No, no,” he said quietly, tapping your leg. You whined and he shushed you. “I need your help. Come on.”

You grumbled and wrapped your blanket around yourself, following him into the kitchen where he started to pull out a pan.

“I didn’t realize you were making me breakfast,” you yawned, draping your blanket over one of the counter stools.

“Oh, I’m not. We’re making De breakfast,” he said.

“Why?” you asked, sitting down on a seat.

“Because it’s nice and she likes little surprises like this,” he said.

“You made breakfast on yesterday though,” you said.

“We’re going all out this time. Eggs, pancakes, waffles, bacon, French toast…” he said with a smile, grabbing more pans and a few bowls.

“De can’t eat all that,” you said, sliding off your seat when he held out a bowl to you.

“We’re gonna get some too and the other munchkins will be up by the time we’re done,” he said. “Put some butter in that and stick it in the microwave. Then crack the eggs in there and use the whisk to mix em up. Don’t get any shell in though and wash up when you’re finished. Got it?”

“Sounds easy,” you said, melting some butter in the microwave. You grabbed the eggs from the fridge and set them down on the counter, Jensen working on waffles, pancakes and bacon at the same time.

“Get going, honey. I’m gonna need some of those eggs in just a minute,” he said. You picked up an egg and held it against the edge of the bowl and thwacked it. Nothing happened and you did it again, the egg shell still holding. You pouted at the stupid thing, remembering this being easier when your mom used to it for you, Jensen chuckling as he turned off the heat on the stove and slid some pans onto other burners. “Can I show you?”

“Okay,” you said. He took your hand holding the egg and moved your fingers around.

“Just flick your wrist and keep your arm still. There’s enough force to break it,” he said. “Don’t slam it but don’t be a pansy either.”

You tried once and it didn’t go, Jensen moving your hand up and moving it down on the lip of the bowl at a different angle. It popped open and you moved it over the bowl, Jensen nodding.

“Got the hang of it?” he asked, washing up his hands quickly, going back to the other food while you did the rest of the eggs. You hurried through them and whipped them up, Jensen whistling while he dipped a few pieces of bread in the bowl and then tossed them in a pan with some cinnamon.

“Now what?” you asked.

“Scramble up some eggs,” he said, nodding to an empty pan.

“I don’t know how,” you said.

“I know, silly. The pan is already hot so just pour all that egg right on in,” he said. You shrugged and did as told, grabbing the spatula nearby, Jensen tutting. “Give it a second to get it warm, then go to town on it.”

“Cooking is like a real pain,” you said, waiting before you started to move them around.

“Yeah but now you know how to make scrambled eggs all on your own,” he said, humming as he moved some things around, the kitchen starting to smell good. You moved the eggs to the side when you finished, starting to plate a few things when Jensen was pointing to them.

“How’d you cook all this at once?” you said.

“I had a helper,” he said with a smile. “Plus De made had take this cooking class when we were dating. It helped with the basics.”

“Oh,” you said, Jensen chuckling.

“She could teach you a lot if you want. I’m not that great at much beyond breakfast foods or the grill,” he said.

“Why’d you want me to help?” you asked, getting some glasses out from the cupboard.

“Cause family helps each other. Plus you’re old enough to be cooking. If you ever want to make yourself something or to try making something new, go ahead. Just don’t burn yourself,” he said.

“I don’t want to mess up your kitchen,” you said.

“Y/N,” he said.

“Our kitchen,” you said quickly.

“Better but no, you won’t mess up the kitchen. Cole mentioned you liked to bake when you were a kid. You used to do it with your mom,” he said. “You know De was planning on making some cookies with the girls today while I have a guy day with Zepp.”

“How exactly do you have a guy day with a two year old?” you asked with a laugh.

“We do manly things. Like watch Lassie for the 500th time,” he said with a sigh. The dog popped his head up from his bed, wagging his tail. “Yeah, I know you love your on screen girlfriend.”

He barked and hopped up, rushing over to you, staring up with a nose twisting every which way.

“You got doggie food,” said Jensen, pointing at his bowl. The dog just sat there, Jensen glancing around before he grabbed a piece of bacon and gave it over, the dog going nuts with it. “Don’t tell mom.”

“Don’t tell mom what?” asked Danneel, walking in, the little guy trotting over happily to her, showing off the bacon left in his mouth. “Oh, someone got a treat. Who did it?”

“She did,” said Jensen, pointing at you.

“Did not!” you said.

“Wow. That was horrible acting there, Jay,” she said with a laugh. “No more though so it doesn’t hurt his tummy.”

“Yes mam,” he said. Danneel stretching and taking a seat on one of the stools. “Surprise?”

“Mmm, yummy breakfast from two of my favorite people,” she said with a smile. “Thank you so much.”

“S’no problem, honey. I’m gonna get the kids. You guys dig in,” said Jensen, giving her a kiss until she started to giggle. He was laughing the whole way up stairs.

“Thanks for helping the goofball with breakfast, Y/N,” she said. “He’s never actually gotten it all done before.”

“Really?” you asked, starting to dish up some food.

“Yeah. Always burnt half of it or something was cold while other stuff was too hot. I always told him he needed an extra set of hands,” she said. “Thank you sweetie.”

“Can I ask a guy question?” you asked, Danneel smiling as you set a full plate down in front of her. “How long does it take for them to like...mature?”

“Mature mentally or physically?” she asked.

“Uh, De. I was so not talking about physically,” you said, quickly fixing up your own plate.

“Okay. If you ever want to talk about that stuff with me though, you can. I won’t tell Jensen either. I don’t encourage you be doing certain things at this age but if you do, I want you to be safe about it.”

“I used to make out with my old boyfriend but I’m not really doing that stuff. I understand it all but I know where to get protection and stuff,” you said.

“Good. I’m always here to talk if change your mind or decide you want some help with getting those things,” she said. “But you were asking about when do guys stop being so...idiotic?”

“Exactly.”

“Never,” she said. You stared a moment and she laughed, a smile breaking out on your face.

“Okay, I probably should have guessed that,” you said.

“Guys can be stupid idiots but so can everyone. Maturity is something that does come with age but it’s the person too. A good guy, whether he’s 17 or 70 is a good guy. Maturity is just a part of that. People that are super mature aren’t always what you want either,” she said.

“Kind of like Jensen?” you asked.

“He’s what I call playfully good. Can I ask what’s with the boy questions? Making a friend at school?” she asked with a smirk.

“No. Just curious,” you said.

“Is this about that boy that kissed you without permission last week?” she asked.

“No. Sort of. I don’t know. I just...I want to like a guy before I go making out with him or do other stuff,” you said.

“There is nothing wrong with that. I highly recommend going with that approach,” she said.

“Yeah but...I know I’m not like a lot of other teenagers. I have too high of a standard that an immature 17 year old isn’t going to meet,” you said.

“You’re 17. I didn’t even start dating De until I was almost 30. You got time. Enjoy freedom,” said Jensen, carrying both twins down the stairs, JJ on his heels.

“Freedom?” asked Danneel.

“Enjoy the growing pains?” he said with a wince. “Oh, that sounds much better. Remind me to use that in ten years on this one.”

JJ climbed up on a seat next to her mom, Jensen settling the twins into high chairs and giving them some pieces of pancake and eggs to munch on.

The breakfast was very good and you helped clean up, JJ drying a few dishes before Jensen sent her up to get dressed and to do her timeout.

“Hey, De,” you said, catching her before she went to get dressed. “Can I go to the mall today?”

“By yourself?” she asked. You nodded and she smiled. “Alright. Just be careful.”

“Thanks,” you said.

“Hold up,” she said. You waited in the living room, Danneel coming back with a brown cross body bag. “You can borrow it. I never saw a purse in your room.”

“I be you got me a purse for one of my presents, didn’t you.”

“...No,” she said, watching you raise an eyebrow. “Act surprised still.”

“Alright,” you said, opening the bag quickly, wide eyed for a moment. “De, you left some money in here.”

“No I didn’t,” she said.

“This is like a hundred bucks,” you said, holding up a bill.

“Well if you decide you want to go Christmas shopping, there’s a little money for you,” she said.

“I never said that,” you said.

“No, you didn’t,” she said with a smile. “I’ll drop you off in a little while then. The girls and I are going to make cookies after lunch if you want to join.”

“Sure. I haven’t done that in a long time.”

You picked up a few things at the mall, glad De gave you a little extra spending cash so you could get more. You put the things in your closet to try and wrap later on. Jensen and Zeppelin were out of the house by the time you got back and the girls were ready to go with the cookies.

They didn’t turn out the prettiest but they were yummy and Jensen ate most of his personal tub he was given by the end of the night. After dinner you got the presents settled and played some with JJ, another small apology coming from her that you hoped was the last of it.

Jensen left around 8 to go over a friend’s and Danneel had a few over, the few of them slowly trickling out over the hours by the time you were in bed.

You woke up at 2 to an alarming blaring. You shot up in bed and went to the hall, glancing up but it wasn’t the smoke alarm. You turned left and saw someone in a hat and dark clothes besides the door to the garage, fumbling with the panel.

You backed up quickly before they saw, wondering where the hell Jensen was when the alarm stopped. The figure turned around and you stepped out of the hall, the person pulling off their hat and ripping down their hood.

“Honey, it’s me, Jensen,” he said, holding up his hands. You shut your eyes and took a deep breath, a hard hand on your shoulder yanking you back.

“What the-“

“De! It’s me!” said Jensen, a bit louder now, Danneel dropping her head back. “Sorry. I hit the wrong button and then dropped my keys and took too long and...sorry.”

“It’s fine,” she said, turning around and walking past you. “I guess we forgot to go over that. You ever hear the security alarm at night, you stay in your room and lock the door. Use your discretion though.”

“I didn’t realize. I thought it was the fire one,” you said.

“It’s alright. Now you know the difference,” she said, Jensen sheepishly taking off his shoes and coming closer. “Don’t do that again, Jens. Scared the shit out of us.”

“I can tell,” he said, looking between you two. “Sorry.”

“Let’s go to bed,” she said, holding out a hand.

“Night,” you said, going beach to your room.

“Night, sweetie.”

A strong hand on your shoulder woke you up, some trickles of soft light coming in from your window while your heart felt like it was trying to beat out of your chest. You glanced around and saw Jensen with a smile.

“You’re alright, kiddo. You were having a nightmare,” he said. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, his hand running over your head. “You okay?”

“No,” you said. The bed dipped and you felt him sitting on the edge, moving some hair out of your face.

“Nothing’s gonna getcha,” he said softly. “I promise.”

You felt yourself get calm again, curling into your blankets after a moment.

“Better, honey?” he asked quietly. You hummed and peeled open an eye, a strangely sad look on his face.

“What’s wrong?” you asked.

“You got a nightmare cause of me,” he said.

“It wasn’t you. I get them a lot,” you said. “Not so much lately though.”

“That’s good,” he said, smiling when you leaned into his hand. “Everyone likes a good head massage after bad dreams.”

“Did I wake you up?” you asked.

“No. You weren’t shouting, just...I was up doing some wrapping before the kids get up. I was hiding them in the garage,” he said.

“How’d you know I was having a nightmare then?” you said, stretching a little bit but staying under your warm covers.

“You were saying Jensen,” he said. “I thought something might have been wrong until I came in and realized what it was.”

“It wasn’t you. In my nightmare,” you said. “You looked kind of worried about that.”

“I wasn’t,” he said.

“You’re a bad liar,” you said.

“Want to tell me what happened?” he said.

“I was at one of my old homes. The third one,” you said, Jensen nodding.

“I remember that one in the file and talking to Cole about it,” he said.

“I was back there and I couldn’t leave the house and I wanted you to come get me,” you said, glancing up at him.

“You will never in your life go to a place like that ever again. I’d never let it happen,” he said.

“I was only a kid. Why would someone want to hurt a kid?” you mumbled.

“I have no idea. Maybe it made him feel strong and powerful. Maybe he’s just a monster. Those are things you didn’t deserve, Y/N. You know that right?” asked Jensen, rubbing his hand up and down your back.

“Yeah,” you said, untucking your arm from your blanket, wrapping them around his waist to give him a hug. He stilled his hand for a moment, glancing at his lap with a big smile. “What?”

“I got a hug from you,” he said. “I must be special.”

“You’re such a dork,” you groaned, pulling your arms away but Jensen moved you upright giving one back. “Like I said, dork.”

“Fine, I’m a dork. It’s still a little early if you want to go back to bed,” he said. You nodded and shut your eyes, plopping back down in bed, Jensen fixing your blankets around you. “Sleep in. We’ll bring your breakfast burrito back for you.”

“Thanks,” you mumbled, nuzzling into your pillow. It was quiet for a moment, a ghost of air over your forehead for a split second before you felt a light brush of something on your skin. You blinked over your eyes as Jensen straightened up and started to walk around the bed, pausing when he saw you. “Did you kiss my forehead?”

“Yes. It’ll probably sound very stupid to you since you aren’t a small child,” he said with a smile. You shrugged and he sighed. “Whenever someone has a nightmare...they get a kiss so it doesn’t come back. De made it up after JJ got her first one a few years ago.”

“It’s cute,” you said, laying back down. “Hopefully it works. I’d like to not have that one ever again.”

“Y/N,” he said.

“I thought I told you if I had a problem with something, I’d tell you, right? Well there’s no problem. Everybody else around here gets all the hugs and kisses in the world, even the dog. You guys have more of my trust now so relax, alright?” you said.

“Okay, kiddo,” he said, offering a smile. You nodded and lay back down, the door pulling shut.

You woke up to something sniffing your face, eyes peeling open to catch the dog licking you.

“Icarus,” you groaned, the dog twirling around and settling himself on the other side of the bed in a ball. “Make yourself at home why don’t you.”

“Icky,” you heard Zeppelin say, wandering into your room. “Where he go?”

“He’s up here, sport,” you said, rolling out of bed and bending over to pick him up, setting him up on the bed. “How was breakfast?”

“‘Ummy,” he said with a laugh, pointing at your hair. You walked over to your closet mirror, some pretty intense bedhead going on from the looks of it.

“At least my hair isn’t falling all over my face, rascal,” you said, ruffling his head, plopping back on the bed. “Here.”

You rolled and grabbed a hair tie from your dresser, rolling back and scooping up some of his hair, making a little poof of hair that was sticking straight up.

“Now you’re good to go,” you said. He and Icarus hopped off the bed and decided to head out, a big laugh coming from down the hall when you started to change.

“Looking like Uncle Jared there bud,” teased Jensen, laughing again when you walked down the hall. “Okay, there is no way you guys aren’t messing with me.”

“Hm?” you asked, raising an eyebrow, stepping into the kitchen and straight to the fridge.

“Everybody’s got messy buns but me,” he said. You looked around and pulled out a styrofoam container, De wrapping a few things with the girls in the family room, all with their hair up.

“Jealousy is unbecoming, Jensen,” you said, sliding past him to heat up your burrito, Danneel snorting from the family room.

“Yeah, yeah. We’ll eat up because after, I’m taking you out driving,” he said.

“You said I could probably pass the test right now,” you said.

“Probably. Today you’re gonna practice the fun stuff.”

“Jensen. This is the opposite of fun,” you growled in the empty parking lot, Jensen whistling happily in the passenger seat. “I thought we were gonna do donuts or something.”

“We have no snow,” he teased. “Come on. You got the three point turn down immediately. What’s so scary about parallel parking?”

“It’s the hardest thing to do and I can damage this expensive truck but also other people’s cars,” you said. “Why can’t I practice with cones or lawn chairs?”

“Because you’re gonna park behind a real car, that’s why. The truck will start alerting you if you’re too close so don’t worry. Just pull up right next to the black one,” he said.

“De’s gonna be pissed if I hurt her car,” you said.

“Stop stalling,” he sang song, glancing at you. You grumbled and pulled up besides De’s car. “Backup and do it again. Get closer, like the same distance when you park next to another car in a parking lot.”

You sighed and did it again, Jensen humming this time.

“Put it in reverse, turn the wheel to the right and slowly let off the brake,” he said. You did as told until he said to stop and you looked at how far you’d moved. “Now turn left as you slowly keep backing in.”

You moved the wheel some, Jensen almost immediately having you stop.

“Now turn it left a bit faster as you back up, ” he said. You did that too, Jensen stopping you when you were behind the car. “Straighten out your wheels and pull forward just a hair.”

You did that and then put it in park.

“Look at that. You just parallel parked all by yourself,” he said.

“At least I didn’t make the sensor go off,” you said.

“Yeah, about that...sort of lied. I disabled the back up camera and sensor for our practice,” he said.

“What? Why?”

“You shouldn’t rely on technology to drive for you. If I let you do it the easy way, you wouldn’t have learned as well. Now when you take your test, you’ll be a natural,” he said. “Let’s practice a few more times.”

After a few hours, you had the hang of it pretty good and had driven out into farm country, Jensen letting you pick where to go.

“So,” he said, turning down the rock station that’d been playing. “Tell me a secret.”

“A secret? I don’t got those,” you said. “Everything about me is in a file.”

“Stuff that happened is in a file. It’s not you. Tell me a secret. What’d you want to be growing up? What do you want to be? Do you want to go to college? Or start a business? Something else? Do you have an affinity for gummy bears? Do you like pineapple on pizza? Have you ever snuck out and not got caught? Ever gone to the beach? Anything at all,” he said.

“I don’t have secrets,” you said. He hummed and stared out the window.

“I have one,” he said.

“Go for it,” you said, driving past a big field of grain.

“I specifically requested we get a 16 or 17 year old foster. We were told that was highly unusual. It almost got us denied to be fosters actually,” he said.

“What?” you said.

“Eyes on the road,” he said. “You know what? There’s a little hole in the wall burger place just a few miles down the road. We can stop and grab a bite there.”

You practically sped to the joint, Jensen halfway done with his burger before he started talking.

“They did a background check on me, on De, talked to the kids...someone thought it was weird we wanted an older kid, thought we might be up to something. Then the whole acting thing got dragged into it and what would be best for a child and me not being home a lot and we were about to be denied. There was this one women that just hated us for no reason and it all got escalated up to like a state level and I basically begged for them to let us try. Just one. Just let us try once and if we fucked it up, we wouldn’t get another. Then they gave us a stack of files a few weeks after we were approved and we sat down with Cole and he said someone gave us the high turnover pile on purpose. Someone really wanted us to fail at this.

“Me being me, I asked which kid had moved the most. It wasn’t you by the way. I asked which kid had been in the system the longest. Again, not you. I asked which one had given up on a family. About twenty files went to the floor and then there was this one that was thick and worn and guess who it was,” he said.

“Me?” you asked.

“Nope,” he said with a smirk. “Cole tapped it for a moment but scooped it up along with the others and told us to wait. He came back about five minutes later and gave us a file. He said we could go back to looking at the other pile or we could take a look at that one. So we asked what was in this one. He said if we were asking those kinds of questions, maybe we were good enough for the person in the file. I looked at the file, then at him and then at De and we said we weren’t playing games. It was for an infant, not what we were looking for but we got the gist he was trying to help us out. It was a baby so they would be adopted like that. It would have been a safe bet so we didn’t lose the kid. But we were looking for an older child to add to our family that met those conditions we laid out at the start and we were taking it seriously so he should too. He got up, left for an hour and came back. All he said was he had a girl, she was almost seventeen and said she needed to leave her current home as soon as possible,” he said. “We said yes.”

“You said yes? What if I was some horrible person? You would let the kids around that? You never even saw my file before you agreed,” you asked, Jensen chuckling. “I could have been like a degenerate that-”

“Someone’s protective of her not siblings,” he teased.

“Only technically not my siblings,” you said. He smirked and took a bite of a few fries.

“So that’s how we wound up with you. A week went by and we signed everything and then we sat down to look over your file. We weren’t expecting anything great but...it sort of made us…” he trailed off.

“What? Made you regret it?” you said with a smile.

“No. No, Y/N. I hate that that’s the first thing that pops in your head,” he said.

“Jensen. It was a joke,” you said, giggling a little. “I don’t think you do. Unless you’re this like amazing actor.”

It’s never really clicked with you before until the words left your mouth but he actually was a great actor of the few little clips of his show you’d seen.

“You’re not pretending, right?” you blurted out.

“No, sweetie. We’ve never once regretted any of this. It’s not been the easiest but we don’t care about that. What I was going to say was looking at your file made us fall in love with the idea of you. Your file told us you were a strong person but we got excited, like when we found out we were having kids,” he said.

“No you didn’t,” you said, stealing one of his fries and dipping it in your milkshake.

“Yeah, we did. It’s like you know you’re getting something awesome but you don’t know what it is yet,” he said. “Then we got you and it was better than we imagined.”

“I was better than you imagined,” you said, raising an eyebrow. “Oh yes, clearly because things went so smooth. I mean, I remember what you said, Jensen. After my birthday party.”

“You do, do you,” he said, lifting his chin, dipping one of his fries in your milkshake.

“It wasn’t the happy family you imagined. Sort of why I ran away,” you said with a shrug.

“Hm. You should have stayed for the rest of that conversation then. Probably could have avoided us both freezing our asses off,” he said. You cocked your head, Jensen chuckling to himself. “It’s true I said that. Then I said that’s okay it wasn’t turning out how I imagined because we had this amazing girl that we saw trying her best that day and that meant so much to us that you did that for us and the kids. We thought you really cared about us, in some little place you weren’t ready to admit. De and I talked about how it was probably all a bit too much too fast and we could try doing a half-birthday for you in June when you felt more comfortable. We were trying to figure out something fun to do with you on that Saturday. We thought maybe we’d go out to eat and show you around Austin some, just us three. But when I went to go ask about it that night, you were gone. The only times I’ve ever been that terrified in my life were when it had to do with one of the kids or De. I drove around for hours before I found you. I was this close to calling the cops when I saw you,” he said.

“If you’d called the cops, I’d be in a different home, wouldn’t I,” you said.

“Yeah,” he said. “I still should have. I had my friend who is one and his partner out looking but still.”

“So if I hadn’t stopped eavesdropping, none of that would have happened. Instead I left and scared you half to death and was mean to you guys even when you cared about me and thought I’d cared about you and…” you said, cutting yourself off, biting your bottom lip hard. “I’m worse than a child. I’m a grown up brat, aren’t I?”

“You are a teenager. It is a screwed up time for us all,” he said, popping a fry in his mouth. “Also, most of what you just said, comes with the territory of the whole parent-kid thing. The first time I was called the poopy stupid head that JJ hated, I thought I was a complete failure as a father. Until I realized she was just a pissed off two year old because I wouldn’t let her do something she’s not supposed to. It’s sort of a parent’s job, to teach kids how to work through those things.”

“I’m less scared but more scared now,” you said.

“I like the less scared part and I see that happening but what’s bothering you?” he asked gently.

“I care about you. You could use that to your advantage and hurt me and I just have to trust that you won’t,” you said.

“Your parents, were you ever afraid of them?” he asked.

“No,” you said.

“They had the same thing, that same ‘advantage’ over you. The only difference is you loved them and they loved you and you never questioned it, like it’s supposed to be. We’re a little different and that’s okay but if anyone ever has the advantage, it’s you. De and I would do anything for you, even if it hurt us,” he said.

“Why would you do that?” you asked.

“Kids come first,” he said.

“Why do you treat me like I’m one of your real kids?” you asked.

“Because you are-” he said, cutting himself off when a pair of young women stopped at your table. “Hi.”

“Hi! We don’t mean to bother you but we love the show,” said one, the other one nodding.

“Thank you,” said Jensen softly. “Do you ladies want a picture?”

“Could we? If we’re not interrupting,” said the second one, Jensen chuckling.

“No, no. I can spare a quick second,” said Jensen. “Y/N, mind taking a picture for these girls?”

“Sure,” you said, one thanking you as she handed you her phone. You got a pretty good one of the three of them, handing it back.

“Thank you so much!” said the girl as she looked back at the photo. The girls quickly left with a little bundle of squeals, Jensen smiling as he sat back down.

“Does that happen a lot?” you asked.

“Not really. I’m boring. No one cares what I’m up to thankfully,” he said. “And to answer your question, I treat you like one of my real kids because you are one of my real kids. Okay?”

“I don’t understand why-”

“I love you,” he said, a small smile on his face. “I have four kids. Three I made and the other one is a little new but I don’t love her any more or less than the other ones. It’s as simple as that.”

“I don’t know what I’m supposed to say,” you said.

“I don’t want you to say it, to any of us, unless you really mean it and I know three weeks isn’t enough time for you. I don’t think it’s something I could explain to you or anyone really. I’ve known since the first day,” he said with a smile. “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable by saying so.”

“Yeah, because the foster kid just hates it when she gets told she’s loved for the first time in seven years,” you said with a smirk, glancing at your lap, taking a deep breath. “Asshole.”

“Don’t call me…” he trailed off, watching as you dug your fingers into your thighs and let out a small breath of air. “Sweetie, I didn’t mean to make you cry.”

“I’m not crying,” you said, pulling your sunglasses down over your eyes. “I have allergies.”

“No you don’t,” he said with a chuckle.

“It must be...something I ate,” you said, lifting your chin, wiping off one of your cheeks, knowing it was a mistake to look up and see him smiling at you. “God, you just had to say that here in a public place. You couldn’t have waited until I was like, in bed and could hide there?”

“I didn’t anticipate this reaction,” he said. “Has no one really said that to you in years?”

“No,” you squeaked out, throat getting tight. “Can we go home?”

“Yeah, we can go home, kiddo. I’ll drive.”

A/N: Read the Final Part here!

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Daddy’s Not Gonna Like That

Part of 100 Days of Marvel

Prompt 21: Daddy’s Not Gonna Like That

Warnings: None, just fluff.

(the original post was on the 100 countdown to Avengers Endgame)

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You had your heels in your hands before you even got to your floor, your feet aching with each step. Pepper told you multiple times that you didn’t have to wear heels to work, you could even show up in jeans if you felt like it, but you wouldn’t feel right doing it. A lot of employees already thought you got special treatment because you’ve known Tony since college, but after dating and marrying Bucky you went above and beyond to prove that you earned your position at Stark Industries. And if aching feet and snappy co-workers were all you had to deal with then you gladly accept.

“I’m home.” You announced yourself as you stepped off the elevator into your apartment.

Toys were scattered everywhere, and unfinished plate of grapes and half a sandwich sat on the coffee table next to a pile of coloring books. The remains of a failed blanket fort laid across the couch, and the repeating DVD menu showing Moana, mocked you mercilessly.

“What in toddler hell? Bucky?”

A high pitched giggle comes from your daughter’s room. You sat your purse and heels down on the couch before marching over to the bedroom pushing the door open to the pink room. The mess extended there, with old Halloween costumes thrown across the floor, stuffed animals sat at the small tea party set up in the corner. The heavy snoring distracted you from the destruction in the room.

Bucky cuddled a stuffed monkey, a small princess tiara tangled in his long dark locks, your four year old daughter kneeling next to her bed as her dad slept.

“Rebecca Barnes, what are you doing?”

“Makin’ Daddy pretty.” She moved to the side showing you the shit ton of glitter makeup on Bucky’s face. Purple and blue eyeshadow, pink gloss smeared across his lips, and Rosy red glittery blush on his cheeks.

Your hand flew up to your mouth to keep from laughing too loud and waking Bucky.

“Daddy’s not gonna like that.” You pat your pockets down for your phone

“Do you like it Mommy?” She looks up at you with those crystal blue eyes that make your heart melt

“I love it.” You move in to snap a picture “But Uncle Sam is gonna love it more. Come on, let Daddy sleep.”

“Okay Mommy.” She takes a hold of your hand “Daddy and me had fun today.”

“I see that, you know you can’t leave your toys laying around like that. Someone could get hurt.”

“Like Hydra scum.” Becca ran forward, kicking the air and punching imaginary bad guys

“Hey, we don’t use words like that.”

“Daddy does.” she jumped into the pile of blankets “Can we watch Moana?”

“Only if you clean up your mess.”

“Daddy helped.” She grumbled but started to pick her toys up

It doesn’t surprise you how much she acts like Bucky, she’s such a Daddy’s girl and since Bucky wasn’t needed as much on the last few missions, he was home more often, and Becca loved it. Waking him up everyday to make breakfast, going to the gym with him and Uncle Steve, stocking up on junk food when they went to the store, and staying up past both their bedtimes watching movies. Everyday was a daddy-daughter-day. You just hoped she wouldn’t be too upset when he would start going again.

Bucky appeared out of Rebecca’s room just as the movie ended, you fought a laugh seeing his distressed face under all that makeup, and the plastic tiara sliding down the side of his head. He quickly scanned the room, relaxing when he spotted you and Becca curled up on the couch eating pizza.

“Hi Daddy!” Rebecca sat up

“Yeah, hi Daddy.” You smiled “Have a nice nap?”

“What time is it?” He cleared his throat

“A little before seven, you must’ve been worn out.”

“I guess I was, I gotta go. Steve and I are going to a movie.” He leaned down to kiss you when you backed away. “What’s wrong?”

“Garlic breath.” You took another large bite of pizza

“One time you licked an onion before kissing me. Garlic isn’t gonna kill me.”

“No, but Steve will if you’re late.”

“Can I go?” Rebecca pouts

“Not this time, prinţesă.” His kisses the top of her head then yours.

“I’ll be back soon.” He grabbed his wallet off the kitchen counter and made his way over to the elevator

“Sooner than you think.”

The elevator doors just closed when you heard Bucky shout out. The doors opened again, and his eyes were on you and Becca when he walked back over to the couch.

“Becca, did you do Daddy’s makeup when I was asleep?”

“Yes, I made you pretty. Do you like it?” She smiles wide with hope in her doe-like eyes

“I love it.” He gave her a soft smile

A small giggle left your lips, Bucky’s eyes went to you for a moment before smiling at Becca again.

“Mommy said you wouldn’t, but she did and Uncle Sam.” Becca grinned “Mommy showed him.”

“Sweetie, why don’t you go get ready for your bath.”

“Okay Mommy.” Becca hopped off the couch, running off to her room. Bucky stalked closer to you, a hint of mischief in his eyes.

“You do look very pretty, Prinţesă Bucky.” You jumped up and started to run when Bucky caught you by the waist and started rubbing his face on yours “Bucky!”

“Now we’re both pretty.” His kissed you all over, leaving your lips for last

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4lix · 6 years

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homecoming; lee felix.

oneshot; spiderman!felix word count: 4534 based off of the movie spider-man: homecoming although you don’t have to have any knowledge of the movie to read this! xx

the main thing that made this week terrible was the huge chemistry exam you had coming up, and lord knows you get nothing done with lee minho sitting next to you in that class. the boy could say anything and you two would be doubled over in laughter.

so you decide to spend the rest of your day at the public library, if you go home you know for sure you’re going to end up taking a nap and waking up an eternity later, and considering your grade at the moment, failing this exam was not an option.

by the time you’re done studying though, it’s nearing midnight, and exhausted is an understatement for how you feel. your eyes are ridiculously heavy and you broke curfew. you could already feel the headache your mother was going to give you.

you drag yourself out from the library, feet heavy as you walk towards the station.

the subway home is uneventful, the usual crowd of midnight travelers in queens, new york. it isn’t anything out of the ordinary for students to be lugging backpacks that weigh two tons on their shoulders during the dead of night.

your feet carried you home as they always did, the same routine. however the walk through the alleyway that absolutely scared you shitless even during the day was a million times worse at night.

you blink once and suddenly you’re pushed up against brick walls, a strong, calloused hand gripping your throat and closing around your neck, cutting off your oxygen.

“hello beautiful, i made a good catch today huh?” the man’s words are slurred, he reeks of alcohol, and you attempt to scream but he’s quick to muffle it with his other hand.

terrified, you begin kicking your limbs about in a futile attempt to free yourself, but the man kicks you with all his strength in the abdomen, causing you to fall limp in his hold.

you wince, squeezing your eyes shut as your ears are filled with his cacophonous laughter.

he grips at your hip, hand beginning to slide up your abdomen, you can feel your eyes burning with tears.

that is until you hear something whip past your face, a yelp in pain, and then the grip on your neck is suddenly gone.

opening your eyes, there’s absolutely nothing that could prepare you for the sight in front of you.

spider-man works hastily, already webbing a restraint around the perpetrator. once the man is restrained he quickly turns to you, hand immediately jumping towards your neck that is swelling slightly from the harsh actions of the drunk man.

“are you okay?” he asks with concern interlaced with each syllable, your heart is thundering in your chest, somehow the voice is familiar, but you can’t quite put your finger on it.

“y-yeah.. th-thank you.” you’re grateful for the darkness of the night, otherwise spider-man would very visibly see your face as red as a tomato.

“it’s nearly midnight, why are you out so late, it isn’t safe.” he scolds, helping you gather your belongings that fell to the floor.

“i-i was studying. i have a chemistry exam in a few days and i’m n-not ready for it.. i’m s-sorry for bothering you-”

“n-no i didn’t mean it like that, you aren’t a bother at all, this is my job anyway.” he says sweetly, and if you could see his face, you’d see the gentle smile he wears however his identity was a mystery, so the lilt in his voice was all you had to go by that he was being genuine.

“i love chemistry, one of my favorite classes actually my teacher always– let’s get you out of here, yeah?” he says, stopping himself before he gets carried away and exposes his identity.

you tilt your head at him in confusion, but don’t push for an answer.

he wraps his arm securely around your waist, whispers gently “hold on tight” before his webs extend out from his arm and hook onto the building above you.

you yelp in fear, shoving your face in his chest and he laughs.

“it’s okay, i won’t drop you. you’re safe with me.” he reassures, his grip was incredibly strong, probably because he’s a superhero and all, but you shake your head against his chest, refusing to look up.

“g-god a little warning would’ve been nice you know.” you whine and he laughs out a pathetic excuse for an apology.

“i’m going to need you to tell me where to go though, i don’t know where you live. trust me it’s not that scary, it’s actually really pretty.” he attempts to convince you, but it doesn’t work, you can’t feel the ground beneath your feet, your brain basically shut down from fear.

but he was right, he had no clue how to get you home.

leaving the safety of spider-man’s chest, you try to find the courage to look at the city below you.

it was terrifyingly gorgeous, swinging from new york’s concrete buildings, the lights reflecting against glass windows, everything was utterly breathtaking from this height, especially at night.

“it’s nice right?” he looks down at your face briefly, watching as the lights of the city shine against your eyes like stars.

“yeah, it’s, s-so pretty...”

spider-man can’t help but think you’re prettier.

when you finally reach your apartment, spider-man sets you gently down on your firescape. you decided to go through your bedroom window, so that you can at least pretend to be asleep so your mother won’t strangle you for coming home at this hour.

“don’t you have a bedtime spider-man?” you ask jokingly, and to your surprise he nods.

“i do actually, my mom would literally burst a vein if she knew where i was right now.” he laughs and you open your bedroom window, crawling inside and releasing a breath you didn’t realize you were holding in when your feet touched the floor.

“ground, at last.” you say and spider-man only laughs again.

“mr. spider-man–”

“please, call me spidey.”

“spidey.” you correct with a smile, “ i’m y/n. but, thank you, really.”

“well don’t mention it y/n, i’m your friendly neighborhood spider-man, it’s what i do.” he says his trademark, you can hear the smirk in his voice.

again, the voice, incredibly familiar yet all the while you had absolutely no clue who it belonged to.

before you can ask him why the hell his voice is so goddamn familiar he’s already latching onto the building across from your window and just like that his figure swings away into the night darkness.

you fall face first into your bed, screaming into your pillow and kicking your feet wildly.

spider-man just fucking rescued you.

spider-man just swept you off your feet and swung you from building to building.

grabbing your phone, you immediately open your messaging app, frantically retelling the story to minho who of course was still awake although it was nearly one in the morning.

he calls bullshit before telling you to go to bed.

the next day at school you just don’t shut up about it. telling everyone and anyone about what happened.

when chemistry comes by you grip minho’s arm, shaking it frustratedly whilst practically screaming in his face “it happened minho! i’m not lying!”

jisung looks at felix knowingly. he’s the only one who knows about his second life.

october was the worst month of the year. why you might ask? it was homecoming season.

all your friends ever talked about was homecoming, their dates, what they’re gonna wear, how many countless boys and girls asked them out, and you just sat there, eating your potato chips with a bemused expression on your face.

“y’know if you stopped waiting for spider-man to swing down on a web again and sweep you off your feet maybe you’d actually have a date. you can go with us as a group if you want, consider it charity.” your friend nudges you, the girl wears a stupid grin on her face because the most popular guy in school asked her to be his date, so here she was with her ego all inflated trying to rub salt in your wounds.

“yeah no, i’d rather go to homecoming with mr. jyp than third wheel with you and that cocky bastard.”

“yikes, i’m right here y’know.” he reminds and you ignore him, stabbing your food angrily.

“shut up, asshole.”

“and you wonder why no one asks you out with a personality like that-”

“i can get a date easily if i wanted to!”

“then get one and quit complaining all the time.” he counters back.

“maybe i will!”

“good luck! you can’t pay them either, although i can’t think of any amount of money that would be worth spending a minute with you-”

“look here you little fucking shit-”

“y/n..” your friend puts her hand over yours, which was turning bright red from the death grip you had on your fork, loosening your fingers. “he’s just messing with you, calm down.”

“i’m leaving.” is all you say before picking up your backpack and walking away from the table, making sure to swat him with your backpack on the way out, he flips you the bird in response.

because of your fit of anger, you don’t notice the pair of eyes that has been watching you this whole time, not even as his eyes follow your silhouette as you exit the cafeteria.

lee felix stares at you admiringly from afar practically everywhere you go. he’s practically failing chemistry because he can’t keep his eyes off of you, but luckily he’s practically einstein so he doesn’t really need to pay much attention anyways. you sit next to minho in chemistry, the school’s heart throb and also your best friend. he’s funny, charming, and everything lee felix wishes he could be.

it’s bittersweet to see you laughing so happily at the boy he envied the most. he hopes one day he could make you laugh and smile like that.

the good thing about minho was he was gay as fuck.

currently in a relationship with some boy from a private school in upstate new york, bang christopher? something like that.

not many knew of his secret, but you did. felix certainly didn’t, he thought you and minho had a thing actually. which was another reason he never bothered to shoot his shot when it came to claiming your heart.

jisung just calls felix a chicken, even throwing in some obnoxious bocking sounds. if minho wanted you, he would’ve had you a long time ago.

and yeah that made sense, but felix needed to hold on to some excuse as to why he wouldn’t ask you out.

in reality he was just really insecure, scared that you would think he’s too lame or something to date you.

in chemistry you immediately confide in minho for support about what occurred during lunch, how your friend’s date riled you up and you look at minho sadly before asking,

“am i really that unlikable?”

minho bursts into laughter at the question, after a while he covers his mouth to suppress his giggles, feeling a bit guilty.

felix’s heart collapses in on itself, if only you knew how fucking incredible you were. he wanted in that moment to march up to minho, punch him in the face, grab you by the face, and kiss the living shit out of you, maybe then you’d know how likeable you were.

“wow thanks, remind me to never ask you for advice ever again.”

“n-no i’m sorry! it’s just, i’m the worst person to ask y/n.” minho says between fits of laughs and you just roll your eyes at him.

only you knew he was gay, which was kind of hilarious and maybe if you weren’t so sensitive you would’ve laughed too, but your ego was hurt regardless.

“who knows maybe spider-man will ask you out to hoco.” minho jokes light-heartedly, and at that felix’s head snaps upwards, jisung only snorts at how obvious he’s being.

“if only, right? he’s the only guy for me, y’know why i haven’t had a boyfriend yet?”

“because you’re waiting for spider-man.” minho finishes knowingly.

“yup, my one and only.” you say dreamily, minho nudges you before shaking his head, a small laugh leaving his lips, “you’re embarrassing.” this time you laugh with him.

felix on the other hand, has a face burning red and a heart hammering in his chest.

this is his chance.

“y’know if you just tell her you’re spider-man she’d even say yes if you proposed let alone asked her to homecoming.” jisung says to a still flustered felix, school already ended and it’s been hours since chemistry but his heart was still going haywire.

you unknowingly liked him... indirectly, you were in love with lee felix.

“i-i mean yeah, but she likes spidey, not me.” felix reminds bitterly, shoving his textbooks into his backpack before slamming his locker shut.

“in case you forgot, you’re the same person.”

“not really, spider-man is… spider-man. i’m.. felix.”

“that made zero sense?”

“yeah yeah shut up and let me be insecure okay.”

jisung doesn’t bug him further on the matter.

spider-man pays you a visit frequently, much to your liking. his stops were nice, whether it be him offering you help with chemistry or when he got a bit too injured during combat and decided to stop by for some help.

the first time he ever stopped by for medical assistance he was roughed up pretty bad. it was late, nearing midnight, and you could tell his face was bloody, if the crimson seeping through the fabric of his mask was anything to go by.

“c-can i take off your mask?” you asked gently and he vigorously shakes his head.

“u-uh not a g-good idea. mr. stark will kill me.” he says adding an awkward chuckle at the end.

“but you’re bleeding, how am i supposed to help you?”

“just being here is helping, i just needed a rest stop y.n.” he reassured.

he did it often. just stopping by, talking with you on your fire escape. you enjoyed his company, your mother didn’t like it all too much when you had friends over, especially guy friends so you can’t imagine how she’d feel about a superhero paying a visit.

somehow you had so much in common, so much you could talk about.

“who’s your favorite avenger?”

“definitely not spider-man. oh wait, you aren’t even an avenger.” you tease and he puts his hand to his chest in mock offense.

“well then, it appears that’s my cue to get going-”

“i’m joking idiot.” you grab his arm, pulling him back down.

“my favorite superhero has always been spider-man, i’ve been like, obsessed with you since you saved the decathlon team on the broken elevator.. that.. was insane.” your eyes unknowingly glimmer with admiration and felix feels his heart stutter.

“o-oh th-that was nothing.” he stutters and there’s something about that stutter that just eats away at your memory.

“spidey, this might sound crazy, but do we know each other? like, not as spider-man, as your normal form?”

fuck, he’s been caught.

after a few moments of hesitation, he finally comes up with his genius idea to avoid the question.

“y-yes mr. stark?” he suddenly holds his finger to his ear, pretending to be receiving intel from headquarters.

“ah yes you need me over right away? okay, i’ll be right there.” he heaves a sigh, putting his hand on your shoulder.

“sorry love, duty calls.” he blows you a kiss before swinging away and the conversation ends then and there.

your face burns a bit at the pet name.

school was the same, nobody believed you and spider-man were friends, and the topic eventually became old news as excitement for homecoming was in full swing.

in chemistry you’re assigned a group to work with for your lab, minho, jisung, and felix being your teammates. you didn’t mind felix and jisung, they didn’t talk much and kept to themselves most of the time, so you assumed it would be an easy assignment to get done efficiently thanks to your intelligent group members (minus minho).

however the moment you carry your textbook and notes over towards felix’s table, the boy avoids eye contact with you like the plague, his face a vibrant crimson.

“you okay?” you ask worriedly, felix clears his throat awkwardly before nodding furiously.

“don’t mind him.” jisung says, patting his back comfortingly.

“he’s just not good with girls– fuck!” jisung winces, glaring over at felix who sends him a death glare.

“o-okay then. uh, minho is grabbing us goggles, did you guys write out your hypothesis yet?” you attempt to change the conversation and felix nods, not trusting his voice to speak without stuttering.

“could i read it?” you ask, eyes not leaving felix’s, the boy makes the mistake to look up, and his eyes immediately meet yours.

“u-uh y-yeah h-here.” he hands it over to you, hand shaking like crazy.

you take the paper for him.

“um.” you mumble awkwardly.

his sheet was covered in your name in various fonts, all surrounded by hearts. you bite your lip to suppress the laugh you can feel climbing up your throat.

felix seems to realize what exactly you’re referring to and he snatches his paper away from you hastily, crumbling it up before shoving it in his mouth.

“what the fuck.” minho says blankly, dropping the goggles on the table, wondering just what in the world he just walked into.

you meet eyes with jisung, and the both of you just erupt into laughter, gripping your stomach helplessly and felix just shoves his head down on the table, hiding his cheeks although his ears still poke out, visibly showing his flusterment.

nobody mentions what happened for the rest of the class period, and felix practically keeps his eyes glued to his paper the entire time, not looking up for a moment, and you feel kind of bad.

felix was nice, and he was actually pretty cute. you just didn’t know much about him, since he was too scared to ever talk to you.

it isn’t until the bell rings signaling the end of class does he weakly call your name, eyes still glued to the floor.

he adjusts his backpack strap awkwardly, clearing his throat.

“i-i’m s-sorry a-about that… i- s-sorry if that made you f-feel.. um.. uncomfortable or s-something.” he groans internally at how pathetic he sounds and you smile kindly at him.

“it’s okay, you didn’t make me feel uncomfortable, i’m flattered actually.” you tell him reassuringly and that seemed to give him enough courage to look up at you, the corners of his lips turning upwards slightly.

“i-” he starts, but doesn’t get to finish, minho grabbing you by your backpack and lugging you out the room.

“i gotta piss come with me.” he says, ignoring your complaints as he drags you away, leaving a very sullen felix behind, his shoulders falling in disappointment.

he was going to ask you to homecoming.

“what the hell minho i was in the middle of talking to him. and i can’t even get into the guy’s bathroom you dumbass.” you complain, rubbing at your shoulders in pain.

“i just did you a favor.” he says, crossing his arms.

“the hell do you mean?” you ask in confusion.

“the little loser was going to ask you to hoco, i just stopped a disaster from happening.”

“you’re an asshole.”

the air conditioning in your bedroom wasn’t the best, and although it was october it was still quite warm in new york. so you frequently left your window open, just slightly, albeit, enough for an upside down spidey to shout boo! and scare the ever living shit out of you from your window when you’re exhausted from school, you nearly have a heart attack.

he laughs obnoxiously, and you give him the angriest glare you can muster.

grabbing the scissors on your desk, you walk over towards your window.

with one flick of your wrist you snip the webbing keeping him up, now it was your turn to laugh as you watched him fall down the countless stories of your apartment building.

i mean it would be really fucked up if it was anyone else, but it was spider-man, so it only took him seconds to get ahold of reality and latch onto the building again.

he holds that against you for what feels like an eternity.

like when he knocks at your window at two in the morning, and when you scream at him to fuck off and let you sleep he guilts you by reminding you of your heinous crimes.

“remember that day you tried to kill me, y/n? yeah, now open the door before i file a police report, it’s freezing outside.”

you look at him through the window, sticking your tongue out at him mockingly.

“aw little spider-man is scared of a high schooler now? you can take down big bad guys like the vulture but when it comes to me you have to run to the police to protect you?”

“the vulture isn’t even half as scary as you.”

“i know.” you say with a devilish smile, opening the window to your bedroom regardless.

he jumps right in, immediately plopping down on your bed.

it’s weird that this was your normality now. having spider-man laying on your bed.

“i’m so tired, and i have a test tomorrow morning.” he whines. and you tilt your head at the information.

“for what class?”

“chemistry.”

“oh. i do too.”

it’s silent for a while, until spidey clears his throat to cease the awkwardness of unsaid words.

“it’s homecoming season right? you’re going right?” he asks, although he kind of has an idea about your predicament thanks to his eavesdropping in chemistry.

“actually, no. nobody has asked me.” you sigh hands falling in your lap as you take a seat beside the superhero on your bed.

“nobody asked you? how come?” he asks, pretending to be surprised as if he doesn’t hear your whines and complaints every single day to minho.

“i dunno.. i guess i’m just really unlikeable.” you mumble, he immediately sits up, turning to face you.

“not true at all, and i’m sure there’s plenty of people that would love to go with you.” he nudges your shoulder, “don’t say mean things about yourself, y/n. you’re amazing.”

“thanks spidey, i mean, i think this boy in my chemistry class today was going to ask me, i found out he’s had a crush on me this whole time, but minho, the little shit pulled me away before he could ask.”

spider-man swallows, his heart stuttering for a moment.

“y-yeah? how did you find out he likes you?” he’s truthfully amazed his voice hasn’t failed him considering the rate in which his heart is racing.

“he doodled my name all over his notes.. it was really.. cute actually.” you admit, your cheeks blushing a bit at the memory.

“he’s nice, but, i dunno. i don’t think he’s going to ask me, homecoming is in two days, if he was, he would’ve by now. so i either go alone and third wheel with minho or just don’t go at all.” you sigh in defeat, before suddenly getting struck with a genius idea.

“unless you want to take me, spidey.” you tease jokingly, but spider-man is quick to reject the idea.

“no no no, you wouldn’t want to go with me.” he shuts down the idea immediately.

“what makes you say that huh?”

“well, i mean, if you knew who i really was, i don’t think you’d like me.”

“you don’t know that.”

“yeah i do, y/n.”

“regardless of whoever is under that mask i still like you, i’m not shallow, spidey.” you say earnestly, your hand reaching up towards his mask. he pulls away from your touch.

“y-you like me?”

oh shit.

“uh.. w-what-”

“you just said you’ll still like me, y/n.” he can’t tell if he’s happy or upset about it.

i mean, you have a crush on him, but technically it’s someone else at the same time. he can’t tell if this is a win or a loss.

“okay, fine. i like you. but so do thousands of other people so it doesn’t really matter.” you say bitterly.

“well, geez, didn’t realize i was that popular with the ladies.” he says cheekily and you flick his forehead, causing him to wince.

“is this how you treat the boy you love?” he fake cries, holding his forehead in pain.

“oh shut up, i didn’t even hit you that hard.”

“my forehead is throbbing, it’s probably red.”

“okay well let me see it then.” you attempt to reach up towards his mask again, but he dodges your touch again, grabbing your wrists.

“n-no y/n. i can’t.” his tone turns serious, looking at you earnestly through his mask.

“why not? do you not trust me?”

“i do trust you, you’re just, going to be disappointed.”

“i promise you i won’t. please?” you try again, and he heaves a sigh before loosening the grip on your wrists.

carefully sliding your fingers beneath the edge of his mask, you lift the fabric gently and slowly, your heart pounding in your ears.

you’re greeted to warm brown eyes, disheveled honey colored hair, and freckles you know belong to only one boy.

“f-felix?” maybe it’s the shock of it all, or maybe you’re just relieved, but you instantly cup his jaw, rubbing his cheek gently.

“y-yeah. you’re disappointed aren’t you?” he says dejectedly and you immediately shake your head.

“not at all.. i-i’m.. i’m happy it’s you.” you admit finally making eye contact with him, eye to eye, and neither of you are sure who leans in first but before you can process anything your lips are pressed against one another desperately.

immediately your hand falls into his hair, tangling within the tresses, gripping at them when he presses harder against your lips, his tongue slipping past them and entangling around yours.

he pulls you down against your bed, you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him as close as possible.

it’s felix. lee felix. this whole time.

things get heated, but then immediately goes back to being silly when felix accidentally bumps your teeth against one another causing him to wince against your lips in pain. he pulls away, laughing into your neck and you just shake your head at him in disbelief.

“you’re so stupid. i-i can’t believe it’s you.”

resting his forehead against yours, he just gives you a lopsided smile, his eyes forming into pretty crescents.

“are you disappointed or happy that it’s me?”

“are you joking. i just kissed the life out of you and you’re asking me if i’m disappointed?” you give him a dumb look and he just laughs again, his cheeks turning that familiar pretty shade of red.

“well then, go to homecoming with me?” he asks hopefully, a stupid smile on his face.

you lean forward and peck his lips quickly before pulling away.

“well how can i say no to spider-man?”

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Please feel free to use these!!

10 KuroFai Fanfictions I hope someone writes or I will have to get to them one day

All of these are for anyone to use and are ideas that have been bouncing around in my head for a while. If you do like one/use one send it to me and I will read, review, and share!!!!! I have pages and pages of these so lemme know if you want more friends!

1 ~ Fai gets separated from the group and wakes up in a new dimension all alone. He is discovered by a group of warriors. One of those warriors looks suspiciously like Kurogane but Fai can tell instantly it’s not. He of course just so happens to be able to speak the language and surrenders peacefully. He is brought back to there village where he gets to meet the real Kurogane of this world. Youou is only 5 but is obsessed with the blond hair, blue eyes wizard who “is very pretty’ or so he tells his mom and dad. Fai spends a few weeks with the little family and gets dragged around by the overly hyperactive kid we see in the lecourt flashback. I want Youou to give him frogs and bugs cuse ‘arnt they cool!’ and show him all his extra secret hiding spots. I want Youou to get stuck in a tree and Fai to have to save him and he is just so freaking impressed that Fai can use magic to do that. I want him to be glued to Fai and hold his hand and just like climb up Fai’s side like a monkey and hang over his shoulders. I need a cute scene where Fai is telling him bedtime stories that are totally over the top and silly and for Youou to just freaking eat it up. I want him to just be so freaking cute and innocent and adorable that Fai is just swooning in cuteness overload and when Kuro-chan finally finds him Youou bawls his eyes out when they have to go and when they land in the next world Fai is crying too and Kurogane ends up snuggling him and telling him all about what he was like as a kid.

2 ~ This same shit but With Kurogane. He lands in a world separated from the group and is grumbling and stalking around when he runs into two adorable kids who wont speak to him but are constantly whispering in the other twins ears and shooting each other looks. Eventually Fai and Yuui bring Kurogane back to there house where they live with there Aunt Chii. Eventually the twins come out of there shells and they are both just terrors. Fai (the real Fai) is half 50% huge cry baby and 50% If-you-make-Yuui-sad-I-will-cut-you. Yuui(the one who takes his twins name in TRC) is mischievous but appears to be overly innocent and they cause no end of trouble. They are just cuddle bugs and Kurogane will walk into the house to find that they have stolen every blanket in the house and piled them in the living room like a nest/fort and are napping all twisted around each other at odd angles. They will also crawl into his bed in the middle of the night and twist around the same way and it hurts Kurogane’s pride as a ninja that they NEVER wake him. Bonus points if you write them in Ashura-ou’s care because he is the best underappreciated and well meaning father in CLAMP. Extra bonus points if they are little vampires!!!!!! And they get cranky and cry why they are hungry and there little eyes turn gold.

3 ~ A well written KuroFai A/B/O Fic. (I know I know shoot me) because I haven't read a single one in this fandom that didnt get abandoned after a few chapters or were terribly written. (all KuroFai is Good KuroFai but I want really good Kurofai) specifically I want I Dont-need-no-man omega Fai and a potty mouth Kuro-alpha who just doesn't know what to do with him. All the angst. Just modern day au a/b/o and I’ll probs be happy tbh. I have one in the works but I feel like I would get judged for posting it? I wanted something where Fai and Kurogane are both princes in neighboring lands. Fai is a first prince and Kurogane is like way down there on the succession so when they have an arranged marriage Kuro-chan gets shipped to Fai’s country even though he is the alpha. Fai is meh about the whole thing but ends up loving that Kurogane’s alpha pride is hurt because he was shipped off ‘like a blushing bride’ to his husbands home and teases him over it. I want Fai to have to teach Kurogane alllll about his new home that is culturally very different from each other in regards to gender rolls. (Kurogane’s comes from a patriarchal society and Fai comes from a matriarchal society.) So he totally freaks out that his delicate omega is a war mage who leads armies and fights alpha’s face to face. Of course I want them to grow a mutual respect for each others strengths and fall in love love and live happily every after.

4 ~ I want a fanfiction where something happens in a battle and Fai ends up saving Kurogane’s ass by stepping in and just using magic to absolutely obliterate the threat and we get to actually see him do more then just act as back up. Kurogane is totally turned on when Fai is a bad ass in a fight and even though he is injured he just really wants to take his mage home and erm... show his affection? Hehe.

5 ~ One time I wrote a fic where Fai and Kurogane went back to Celese when Ashura woke up and there were still people there. I was told of course by the readers that there were no more living people in Celese because Ashura had killed them or Fai had taken them all to another dimension? I never read that in the manga... (I knew there were no living people in Celese I though Ashura-ou had killed them not that Fai had rescued them) I dont think at least? But that would be a Fai thing to do. I want a fic where the gang lands in the world that Fai took all the people fleeing ‘The beast’ to and since they are all strong magic users they sense his presence right away and the court mages just swarm them. Of course everyone but Fai is super confused. I like to think that Ashura-ou didnt have have his actual son So Fai is the crowned prince aka king now that Ashura-ou is dead so they dont want him to go. It could go a few ways from here.

Fai was married for political reasons but he and his wife had been childhood friends and she is just so delighted that Fai and Kurogane fell in love and she is just all up in there business about how it happened. Kurogane of course is like what-the-hell-do-you-mean-you-are-married!? and Fai has to explain the situation and apologize for not being honest.

(sorry I ship TaiAsh-ou and it sneaks into everything I do) Taishakuten from RG Veda was super close to Ashura-ou and so also watched Fai grow up and was so freaking worried about him going back to Celese all alone. He has been in charge while Fai was gone and of course demands Fai stay so becomes there villain with good intentions if you catch my drift? Just like in RG Veda he promised Ashura-ou but this time it was to look out for Fai and keep him safe. So we get to hear all sorts of things about Fai that are never revealed int he Manga and Kurogane gets all twisted out of joint that Fai might actually stay when really Fai cant wait to go because while he loves him home the reminders of Celese brake his heart. Of corse Kurogane doesnt get why Fai would want to abandon his people so they have to have a talk and Kuro offers for Fai to live in Nihon when this is over.

6 ~ I really really reaaaaaaaaaaaally want a fic where Ashura-ou never rescued Fai so he kinda just hung out in Valerie in that timeless prison where he cant use magic. FWR still threw his brother out of the tower and he promised to bring him back if Fai kills the people who will one day. (just swap there names so Fai is Fai and the real Fai is now Yuui for this explanation) So Fai never grows older because timeless prison, never learns how to smile or joke or be a normal human because no Ashura-ou so he is just this tiny little starving frost bitten gremlin sitting in the snow holding his twin and waiting with the feather FWR gave him. So when the gang show up there like... WTFFFFFF. Kurogane brakes the timeless prison with an attack from his sword and Fai is just looking up at them terrified. he doesnt speak or move just looks up at them terrified. They take Fai and Yuui because Fai wont let go and find shelter for the night. Fai of course cant bring himself to kill the only people that have ever showed him kindness so he is beating himself up for not being able to do it to save Yuui. I love KuroFai but I also think that people can have close non romantic relationships as well so I would love to see Kurogane Fall in love with Fai and care for him in a parental way? No creepiness just Kurogane seeing a kid that needs him and showing him how to be a kid and live his life. I think this would be so cool if someone has the time to actually write out the healing from a traumatized 5-7 year old into a quirky teen. lord knows when and If I get to this one (I’ve had this idea for 7 years) its gonna be 500k + words.

7 ~ I want an epic AU where Fai and Kurogane live in different countries. I want it to be a tradition in Nihon that when boys turn 16 they spend some time training alone away from there families and its no different for Kurogane. I want his dad lord suwa to have gone to Celese when he had been Kuro’s age and become best buds with Ashura-ou. like war buddies. So when he ships Kurogane off for training he is trusting his old friend Ashura-ou(king of Celes) to look after him. (Ashura would be more like from RG-Veda and a master swords men if that makes sense) Kurogane is excited as hell to go and when he gets there he meets Ashura’s son Fai/Yuui. I want fun teasing between them, epic adventures, Fai taking Kuro-chans innocence!!! and tons of steamy love. I have so many diff Ideas for how this could go but I would love one where Kurogane helps Fai deal with Ashura going crazy like he does in Tsuba. Bonus points for awesome world building.

8 ~ I want an AU where Fai travels to Kurogane’s world when he is learning the spell to travel between dimensions and just sorta thunks down in the middle of his village and hurts himself on the landing. I want Kuro’s mama to patch Fai up and for Fai and Kurogane to become quick friends before Fai’s Dad showes up to bring him home. I want Fai to visit every few Years and for them to fall in love love!!! Bonus points if Fai has to sneak off to visit Kurogane and Ashura has to keep coming to get him and drag his ass home.

9 ~ I want and AU where Kurogane’s parents go on vacation without him so he is spending the summer with his cousins (Syaoran and his dad) and gets dragged with them while they explore historical sights throughout eastern Europe. they end up in this totally dilapidated castle that was abandoned years ago and is supposedly haunted. Kurogane doesn't believe in ghosts so when he hears a banging sound from the catacombs below his room he goes to investigate. He finds the source of the banging and it appears to be coming from a bricked up passage way. Kuro starts to get totally freaked out because he swears he can here crying and someone asking for help on the other side so he locates some tools and tries to get though the wall. while he is working the banging and the crying stop and when he pulls the first brick free he uses his phone to flash some light inside of the room and almost has a heart attack when a single gold eye stares back at him. after the first brick the rest of the wall comes down easy and Kurogane Finds Fai just standing there staring at him. Fai is a vampire that the villagers had entombed 500 years ago and as soon as Kurogane gets close enough to him--Fai bites him. Can you blame him though he is starving to death? the whole immortal thing is not as cool as it sounds when your’re bricked up in a dungeon. Luckily his stomach cant hold much and Fai apoligizes while he waits for Kurogane to come to his senses. Like the rest of these they fall in love love and Kurogane gets to teach Fai all about the convinces of modern day life.

10 ~ I want a fic where Fai gets sick for the first time in a long time. Usually his magic keeps him healthy so when he gets sick he gets siiiiick. Of course he hates asking for help so que Kurogane taking care of him.

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