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Diabolik Lovers VANDEAD CARNIVAL ;; Sleeping Vampire ー Sakamaki Ayato

Source: Diabolik Lovers Vandead Carnival

Seiyuu: Midorikawa Hikaru

Audio: Here

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Ayato takes a seat on your bed.

*Thud*

"Che...Oi, wake up, Chichinashi. I don’t mind assaultin’ you in your sleep like usual. But I’m not really hungry, you know. I actually came all the way to your room to have you keep me company, so whatcha sleepin’ for, huh? Geez. Wake up already! (1) It’d be hella dull if you’re just snoozin’ away, right? Come on, look this way!

*Rustle*

“What? You really think you can pretend to be asleep and trick me with that crappy act of yours? Hehe...Well, I don’t mind playin’ along though? You’re basically givin’ me a free pass to do anythin’ I want, right? Hmー... Touchin’ you somewhere you wouldn’t want me to sounds fun...but to your current self, anythin’ I do is basically a reward. You’ve gotten totally used to it...You’re the scary one of us two. You feign ignorance, but you can’t fight back ‘gainst my fangs. If anything...They make you totally happy. ...For real, that’s what makes you fascinatin’, hehe.

Speaking of which, I feel like I haven’t seen you twist your face in fear very much as of late. Even the face you make when in pain...always changes right away? You end up looking at me with a longing expression...Well, that’s not bad either though? Hehe. I won’t let you deny it, you know? ‘Bout the expressions you make to entice men. ...It’s a conscious decision you make, isn’t you?”

You remain quiet.

“Che...You’re really persistin’ ‘bout pretendin’ to be asleep, huh? Fine by me? In that case, I’ll do as I please too. Your expression yearnin’ for pleasure isn’t the only face I wanna see you make after all. Seeing you shake all over like a fool from fear, or even hearing you cry out like an idiot from the pain and sufferin’ would work too. Also...Those eyes full of despair, not even capable of sheddin’ tears are quite the treat as well. ...Aah, makes me wanna see them again for the first time in a while. Say...You don’t mind, do you?

You still give no reaction.

“...Che. Oi, Chichinashi! This is the part where you jump up and make a fool out of yourself by gettin’ mad, no!? The fuck’s up with that reaction? It’s annoyin’! At this rate, I’m actually gonna do it, you know? My fangs only ever make you happy...so I’ll do somethin’ different. ...Hehe. Seems like you think that you’ve been through hell and back already. But that was only the very beginning. I’m more than capable of givin’ you a taste of pain you’ve never experienced before, don’t forget that? I’ll test whether you can...endure it or not.”

You flinch.

“Haha...You’ve got your brows furrowed, you know? (2) Even if you tense up your body, it’ll still hurt...and you’d still suffer...right? Better not regret it? Nn...”

*Smooch*

*Rustle rustle*

You open your eyes.

“Pfft...That face! What are you looking so surprised ‘bout? Haha...Nn...”

*Smooch*

*Rustle rustle*

“You’ve finally woken up, huh?”

*Thud*

“Oi! Don’t be pushin’ me away from the moment you open your eyes! Hehe...Aren’t your cheeks a lil’ flushed?”

You ask him what this is about

“You wanna know what I’m doin’? ...Kissin’ you, duh. I don’t know what you were thinkin’ I’d do...but you like this sorta stuff, don’t you? You had this really dreamy look in your eyes after I kissed you, you know? Well, I’m the one kissin’ you. I guess that’s a given.

You try and explain your reaction.

Even so...Don’t be resistin’ when I’m kissin’ me. Ahー Did you think I’d do somethin’ a little more intense? Say...What were you imaginin’ while layin’ there with your eyes closed?”

You refuse to say.

“I’m askin’ you a question so answer me. You thought I’d do something a little more extreme, didn’t you?”

You avert your gaze.

“Hehe...Oi, what’s your answer? You can shake your head and pretend to be innocent all you want, but I already know what kinda girl you are deep down. You were imaginin’ what horrible things I’d do to you, weren’t you?”

You bite your bottom lip.

“Say...Just a few smooches doesn’t satisfy you, does it?”

You puff out your cheeks.

“Haha...Ahー Geez, shut up. Don’t get your panties in a knot. You’re the one who kept quiet this whole time, and now you’re this wide awake. You’re a hundred years too early to try and defy me.”

You ask him to stop.

“...’Stop’? Hmph. You think you have the right to say that? I’m hurt. I mean, you tried to deceive me just now, didn’t you? Why were you pretendin’ to be asleep?”

You explain.

“Hah? You were actually sleepin’? Are you stupid? No way I’d listen to your excuses!”

*Rustle rustle*

“...Where do you think you’re goin’? Don’t move without my permission.”

You try and blame Ayato for sneaking into your room.

“Haah? I attack you during your sleep all the time though? Why complain about it now?”

You tell him you want to sleep now.

“Fool. You really think I care if you’re tired or not? Why are you so tired anyway? ...Che, were you doin’ somethin’ behind my back? Don’t tell me...You haven’t been bitten by one of the other dudes, right? You know what will happen if you let someone else suck your bloo...Wait, that’s not the case?”

You try and explain yourself.

“You were studyin’ the whole time...Up until this late at night? Well, that’s not my problem tho...”

You point out that Ayato has gotten the same assignment.

“It does? ...Homework? Math problems? ...No idea. I don’t even know which problems you’re talkin’ ‘bout.”

You tell him there will be a test as well.

“A test for English class? No clue either. ...Why, you ask? ...I was asleep durin’ class so how do you expect me to remember?”

You sigh.

“Wouldn’t anyone grow sleepy whem havin’ to listen to some teacher recitin’ formulas or English phrases like it’s some sort of spell?”

You tell him it’s important to write that stuff down.

“Haah? Why would I take notes? I don’t need that crap, and even if I do, I can just steal yours.”

You complain.

“Fuck off! Don’t talk all high and mighty for a Chichinashi! You keep on tellin’ me not to snooze during class but who gives a damn? Listenin’ to those borin’ lectures like you do isn’t my cup of tea.”

You tell him he’ll be in trouble for the exams next week.

“...Aah? We’ve got tests next week as well? First thing I hear ‘bout that.”

You scold him.

“...Aah!? Shut up! Who cares ‘bout that trivial crap!?”

You warn Ayato about having to repeat his year.

“...Heeh? You’re worried ‘bout me havin’ to repeat my year, huh? Aah, right. I guess you don’t want us to get separated.”

You shake your head.

“Aah? You wouldn’t like that, no?”

You shrug.

“For example...You’ll no longer be able to beg for my fangs whenever you’re craving them, you know?”

You get flustered again.

“Haha...What? Sometimes you’re the one who asks for it, remember? Being all like ‘I want to be pierced by Ayato-kun’s fangs so badly, I don’t know what to do with myself!’ Even if you don’t voice it out loud, it’s written all over your face, you know?”

You try and deny it.

“Haha...That’s what it looks like to me so can you blame me? For example...Right. You were spacin’ out during last period yesterday, weren’t you?”

You tell him that’s not true.

“Nah, I remember? Your jaw was all slacked (3), I was actually wonderin’ whether you’d start droolin’ or not. ...You were thinkin’ of me, weren’t you?”

You shake your head.

“Don’t lie! Then why did you have that dreamy look in your eyes!? You’ve been tellin’ me off for sleepin’ during class, so there’s no way you’d admit you were sleepy yourself and yawned, right? So, what was the deal, huh?”

You don’t reply.

“...Hehe. Since you’re stayin’ quiet, you’re basically admittin’ it, huh? What were you daydreamin’ ‘bout during class? Come on, tell me. ...Specifyin’ which part of me you were thinkin’ ‘bout is fine as well, you know?”

You tell him to stop since he already saw right through you.

“Shut up! I don’t care if I’m right or not! Answer me...Is it my fangs you like? Or perhaps...”

*Rustle rustle*

*Sluuuurp*

“Nn...This tongue? Haha...You like gettin’ licked, don’t you?”

You flinch.

“Say, does bein’ licked really feel that good? ...Hehe. Ahー I guess it depends on where I lick you? Well, I know all of your sensitive spots tho. You prefer bein’ licked over bein’ carrassed, no? How is it?”

You look away.

“If you don’t give me an answer soon, I’ll only keep on addin’ questions? It’d be in your best interest to stop blushin’ and just honestly tell me, you know?”

You respond.

“...Haha. You should have just genuinely admitted you like it right away. Well, it’s something I already knew though. That you just love me oh-so much.”

You tell Ayato it’s embarrassing to hear him confess his love like that.

“Hehe...You’re the one who confessed, no? You like bein’ licked by my tongue, don’t you?”

You whimper softly.

“...Haha. You’ve totally gotten a taste of it.”

You blink in confusion.

“Of what, you ask? The taste of joy from bein’ toyed ‘round with like this?”

You deny it.

“Hah...? Oi, what didya say just now?”

You repeat it.

“Heeh, you really think you can tell me you hate me and get away with it?”

You retaliate.

“That’s exactly the part of me you dislike? ...What a cruel woman you are. I’m doin’ this to please you tho?”

You frown.

“What? Got a problem with that?”

You reply.

“Heeh...You’ve sure got guts. But you won’t get away talkin’ back to me like that. If you wanna know what I’ll do...For starters, I’ll kick you out from underneath these soft, comfortable covers...How ‘bout payin’ a visit to the torture chamber for the first time in a while? Hehe...I won’t let you say you’ve forgotten ‘bout that place.”

Your eyes widen.

“Hehe...Seems like imaginin’ it gave you a good wake-up call.”

You tell him it’s bed time.

“Shut up. Do you really need to sleep? I’m invitin’ you along to keep me company. You should feel honored?”

You remind Ayato that you have school tomorrow.

“Aah? You really think I’d give a damn ‘bout classes tomorrow? If you get sleepy, you can just snooze there, or you could always skip school as well. ...Hah? Whatcha mean, you’d leave me behind and go to classes? You really think I’d let you? Fool! For one, why are you so damn fussy ‘bout goin’ to class? I take my eyes off you for one second and you’ve run off to some other classroom...Just the other day, you didn’t come back until 3rd period!”

You explain.

“...Off-campus activities? You were participatin’ in that shit? ...What I did in the meantime...? Nothin’, really. When I woke up, the classroom was empty, so I decided to kill time by sleepin’ some more but you just wouldn’t come back...So when I wandered ‘round the hallway for a bit, I messed up and let Reiji find me. I panciked and made a run for it, endin’ up in the broadcastin’ room. Mr. Sleepyhead was snoozin’ soundly there, so I decided to drop one of the vases in the room on the floor. Yet he wouldn’t wake up at all! That dude definitely has some screws loose!”

You tell him off.

“Aah? Who cares ‘bout a stupid vase or two. I was honestly goin’ to throw it at him, but it was heavy so I scratched that idea.”

You tell him that would have hurt Shuu.

“The fuck...? Don’t be worryin’ ‘bout some other guy!”

You ask if he’s upset because you were worried about Shuu.

“Of course. What else could I mean? Geez...I was runnin’ ‘round lookin’ for you ‘cause you had disappeared, remember?”

You explain.

“Fuck off! Whether it’s goin’ to another classroom (4) or havin’ to go change for P.E., you just wander off on your own too often! You really expect me to remember our time table? ...Hmph! You can just drag me along to the next classroom, can’t you? ...It’s dull ‘cause you keep on disappearin’ on me without a word of warning.”

You sigh.

“Hmph. I’m definitely not lettin’ you sleep until it gets dark outside...We’re skippin’ school today.”

You protest.

“Heeh...Then let’s see if you can lull me to sleep instead. Hehe. Give it a try if you dare. However, I slept through most classes except for gym today, so it’s not gonna be easy?”

You ask for a hint.

“A hint? How am I supposed to think of somethin’ when I’m the one who can’t sleep? On top of that, you have to do the work, right? ...Hehe. Altho I feel like I’d only feel even more awake if you were to sing me a lullaby or somethin’. What else...I guess you could read me a book too. Hmー Actually, there’s this book I’ve been curious ‘bout, so read it to me.”

You ask for the title.

“The title? What was it again? ...I don’t remember, but the contents seemed really excitin’. It was somethin’ ‘bout what happens beyond the stuff they teach you in health class (5)...Which means it has a bunch of good stuff written in there, right? I’m sure it teaches you ‘bout the things left out by the textbooks, don’t you think? Hehe, aren’t you curious too? I’m pretty sure I saw it layin’ ‘round in Laito’s room...”

You seem skeptical.

“Hehe...Exactly. I saw it lined up in that freak’s room. Seeing as he kept it on the very back of the shelf, I’m pretty sure the contents are pretty extreme...? Say, doesn’t that pique your interest?”

You tell him it is an anatomy book.

“Ahー A book on the human body? Then, it’d talk ‘bout the different mechanisms of the body too, righ?”

You explain.

“Hah? It has anatomy drawings in it? The different parts of the ‘capillary vessels’...And now in English? (5) Don’t think you can deceive me like that! ...Whatever. I’ll find out once I go fetch it.”

You frown.

“I’m looking forward to it, you know? Especially...the erotic scenes and such? I don’t mind if you teach me directly with your body either? Aah, by the way, you can’t just read it with a monotone voice, okay? Make sure to put some emotion in there. ...While imaginin’ it, okay? If there’s a part you don’t get, I’ll teach you. For example...Like this, perhaps?”

*Rustle rustle*

“Haha...What’s with that...Pfft...lame reaction?”

You get mad.

“Ahー I know! Stop complainin’ and get to business.”

You frown.

“Whatever, just listen to what I say. You want me to fall asleep, don’t you? Then you’ll have to do somethin’ ‘bout that. And who knows, your book-reading might actually do the trick.”

You nod.

“Haha, if you understand...then hurry up and go get the book.”

You open your mouth to protest.

“I’m not listenin’ to what you have to say. Come on, get movin’. Ahー... But, I guess I can’t let you go to that pervert’s room at this hour.”

Ayato moves away

*Rustle*

“I’ll go get it instead so wait here, ‘kay? I’ll choose a really intense one. Once I’ve got my hands on the book, I’ll have you read it out loud no matter what, okay? Hehe.

You tug him back into the bed by his sleeve.

*Rustle*

"That hurt! Che...Grabbin’ me so aggressively, when the fuck did you get that strong?”

You apologize.

“Hehe...Well, this isn’t a big deal. More importantly...What do you want from me to grab me that desperately? You don’t want me to go get the book? But aren’t you the one who said you wanted to put me to bed? Or maybe...Ahー I see. ...Since you’re this frantic, I guess you really don’t want me to leave your bed, huh? If you admit you don’t want us to be apart for even one second, I don’t mind listenin’ to your request? So...Beg me not to leave.”

You whisper.

“...Can’t hear you. Well then, guess I’ll go fetch that pervert’s book...”

You grab hold of his hand.

*Rustle*

“Haha...Didn’t think I’d see you cling onto me like that.”

You try and explain yourself.

“What part am I wrong about? You don’t want me to leave, right? I won’t let you say it’s just ‘cause you don’t wanna read the book. Hehe...Be honest with yourself already. You don’t want to be separated from me, do you?”

You nod.

“Heehー Fine, fine. If you want me to stay close that badly, I’ll embrace you...like this.”

*Rustle rustle*

“...Your heart’s beatin’ way too fast. Are you that happy? Also...Nn...You smell sweet. I wonder why you smell this sweet...?”

You ask if he’ll suck your blood.

“Not really...I’m not gonna suck your blood today.”

You seem puzzled.

“...Since you seem to want it so badly, I won’t.”

You giggle.

“Don’t laugh. Instead...”

*Rustle rustle*

“Mmh...”

*Smooch*

“Hah...Haha, that expression...I can’t get enough of it. What do you mean? ...Exactly like I said. I mean you’re incredibly cute.”

You protest.

“What’s the problem? I feel that way so just honestly accept it.”

You note that Ayato is acting off.

“It’s out-of-character for me...? I don’t go ‘round sayin’ this to just ‘bout anyone, you know? ...Hehe. It’s written all over your face that you’re actually barely containin’ your joy. Well, I guess that’s to be expected since I made an exception to praise you like that. Come on...Cling onto me tighter. Nn...”

*Smooch*

“You should take some initiative as well. While kissin’...I’ll let you do as you please.”

You kiss him.

*Smooch*

“...Pfft. You suck. Press them properly against each other. That wasn’t nearly enough. More...Nn...”

*Smooch*

“Hehe...It’s already night out, huh?”

You seem worried about school.

“...Well, I don’t mind lettin’ you sleep soon. ...If you were to fall asleep now, you’d still be in the land of dreams by the time the limousine leaves after all.”

You shake your head.

“What? You’re gonna go to school without gettin’ any sleep? Che...Don’t be actin’ like such a miss goody-two shoes. Hold up...Oi. Your eyes are already startin’ to look drowsy...Well, fallin’ asleep while kissin’ doesn’t sound half bad either, does it?”

He kisses you again.

“Nn...”

*Smooch*

“Hehe...Dozin’ off while entangled like this might be nice too. The possessive side inside of me will feel satisfied seeing your melted expression, and at some point, I’ll just nod off without realizin’...I thought that was normal but this might be another way to go ‘bout it as well. I’ll kiss you, so just go sleep already...Nn.”

*Smooch*

You try your best to stay awake.

“Just forget ‘bout school. You’d just fall asleep during the test if you were to go, don’t you think? Stop strugglin’ in vain already. Instead of...goin’ to that stupid school, you should just stay with me the whole time...I’m tellin’ you you can sleep in my arms.”

You blush.

“That way, you won’t suddenly disappear on me the second I take my eyes off you. You’re always talkin’ ‘bout havin’ to collect hand-outs or cleanin’ the classroom (7), right? There’s no need for you to do that shit though. You should only ever work for my sake. For one, I don’t like it when you get up from your seat...Actually, why do we have individual seats at school anyway? They should just use sofas instead.”

*Rustle*

“That’d be perfect to keep you locked in my embrace like this...don’t you think? I definitely won’t let you go. ...Hehe, just give up. You can no longer run. Fall asleep already. ...Goodnight.”

You close your eyes.

“...What? You actually fell asleep? ...Pfft. What a silly face. You’ve got your mouth wide open, you know? This kind of expression of yours...It’s not that interesting, but not bad either. Nn...”

*Smooch*

“I didn’t think I’d feel this way...just from connectin’ our lips. Say...How ‘bout you? Che, she’s sound asleep...Guess she won’t wake up anymore now that it’s this late. Hehe...I won’t allow you to dream ‘bout some other guy, okay? Only ever...look at me...”

Ayato closes his eyes as well.

Once you wake up tomorrow morning...You better tell me...what you dreamt about...”

He dozes off.

“Nn...Yui...I love you...Nn...”

ーー THE END ーー

Translation notes

(1) 目をさます or ‘me o samasu’ literally means ‘to open one’s eyes’, but in English the verb ‘to wake up’ is actually a little more accurate.

(2) Literally he points out that there are ‘wrinkles’ in between her eyebrows.

(3) しまりのない or ‘shimari no nai’ is always tricky for me to translate because it means ‘loose’, ‘lax’ or ‘slack’. I can’t help but feel like it sounds awkward in English though.

(4) At Japanese high schools, the students generally stay in the same classroom while the teachers swap. However, for certain classes such as art, music and science, they may have to move to another classroom which has the right equipment. These are called ‘移動教室’ or ‘idou-kyoushitsu’ which means ‘moving classroom’, literally.

(5) Sex education is also a part of 保健体育 or ‘hoken-taiku’ which is ‘health class’, so I’m sure Ayato is talking about some sort of erotic novel.

(6) Literally he asks her what language she is speaking, implying he has no idea what she is talking about.

(7) Students at Japanese middle & high schools usually help out with several tasks such as cleaning the classroom after classes are over, or collecting print-outs and carrying them to the staff room. Even in the games, there’s a bunch of scenarios where Yui is asked to do that sort of stuff.

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #ayato sakamaki #vandead carnival #diabolik lovers translation #sleeping vampire

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imma-sue-you-becky · 3 years

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Yoyoyo where all my mutuals at? :0

You know what time it is?

✨Appreciation post time✨

I waited a while to make this because I wanted to get to know all of you a bit better and I did :D

And without further ado or however the hell you say it

Here I go.

Let's start with the person I talk to the most, @bloo-skies.

Bloo, I really do treasure our friendship and I think that by now, you know that too.

You're an amazing person, and I just can't get enough of our conversations and I wish they were a bit longer but school doesn't make that possible. I know that if you put your mind to it, you can truly do anything you want, and there's no denying that :)

Overall, you're an amazing artist and a wonderful friend :D

@startheimpactfangirl, you were literally the first person that started showing support to me on here, and I think that if it weren't like that I probably wouldn't be where I am now, and it's thanks to you that I was able to meet all of the mutuals that I now have, that aside you're really kind and I wish we could talk some more :)

Your art is really cute and simple, which makes it even cuter, like,,,,, how do you even do that? :D

@shaniadakitty, where do I even begin with you? You're just so sweet and awesome I just can't bro, you were so friendly with me I can't even believe it, like what?????? And your art is really really beautiful :0

@stillreadingfanficsat10pm, Spade, bro, the ultimate mutual.

I don't know how you do but you're plain out awesome.

We started talking because of the collab we did, if I remember correctly, but anyway, that's when we started talking and omg, we were never able to keep being on-topic (which was mainly my fault lmao) and now we're talking more which just makes me happy :D

Your art is just really f-ing cute. How do you do that? :0

@thekinderwizard, bro, you be kind for real. You're really easy to talk to, and did I say you were kind? Cuz you really are.

Your art is one of the prettiest things my eyes have ever seen, how does it manage to do that? Tell me your secret :D/ hj

@swirl-lol , bro, pal, amigo, how you doin lately? :0

You're just a really good friend and your art? Your art is pretty unique in its own way ^^

@cat-crumbs :)

Broooooooooooooo, we haven't been mutuals for a long time but your way of thinking? I like it.

Your art is just *chef kiss*

@groovyartdesigngoth, you're a lovely mutual and I really do appreciate you :)

Your art just keeps getting better and better and rn it's looking wonderful :0

Chocolate (@chocolatepancakes)

You are speed. And also a really good artist :)

I really enjoyed our small convos and I hope you did too :)

Keep on what you do bro because people LOVE what you do.

Your art is honestly wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy too good. How do you do that? :D

@brililmao we haven't talked at all, but damn your art fucking slaps, I have no words for it it just is amazing, how the hell do you do that? :0

Ok so.... This was longer than I expected it to be lmao

Also, you're all amazing people. Nuff said.

#There's no need to say that this was all /p right?

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geek-gem · 3 years

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Cartoon Network Universe Vs Nicktoons Roster

As a heads up. This is a what if idea I had as a kid. And I’m going by the idea if it existed in the late 2000′s to early 2010′s. So there isn’t gonna be any Adventure Time, Regular Show, Steven Universe, and whatever bigger shows. And...I’m on the 15th character in the CN Universe...soooo...some...possible bias.

Cartoon Network Universe.

1. Ben Tennyson - Ben 10 Alien Force.

2. Jack - Samurai Jack.

3. Dexter - Dexter’s Laboratory.

4. The Powerpuff Girls. Blossom, Bubbles, and Buttercup can be selected from the same character. But have different moves like how NetherRealm did with the TMNT.

5. Ed Edd N Eddy. Similar situation with the Powerpuff Girls.

6. Billy & Mandy - The Grim Adventures Of Billy & Mandy.

7. Courage The Cowardly Dog.

8. Grim - The Grim Adventures Of Billy & Mandy.

9. Mac & Bloo - Fosters Home For Imaginary Friends.

10. Mojo Jojo - The Powerpuff Girls.

11. Johnny Bravo - Johnny Bravo.

12. Vilgax - Ben 10 Alien Force.

13. Aku - Samurai Jack.

14. Sedusa - The Powerpuff Girls.

15. Eris - The Grim Adventures Of Billy & Mandy.

16. Frankie Foster - Fosters Home For Imaginary Friends.

17. Numbuh One with Sector V - Codename: Kids Next Door.

18. Him - The Powerpuff Girls.

19. Jack O Lantern - The Grim Adventures Of Billy & Mandy.

20. Chowder.

21. Nergal - The Grim Adventures Of Billy & Mandy.

22. Flapjack & Captain K’nuckles - The Marvelous Misadvnetures Of Flapjack.

Nicktoons.

1. Danny Phantom.

2. SpongeBob Squarepants.

3. Jimmy Neutron.

4. Jenny XJ9 Wakeman - My Life As A Teenage Robot.

5. El Tigre.

6. Zim - Invader Zim.

7. Timmy Turner - The Fairly Odd Parents.

8. Tak - Take & The Power Of Juju.

9. Rocko - Rocko’s Modern Life.

10. Vexus - My Life As A Teenage Robot.

11. Plankton - SpongeBob Squarepants.

12. Vlad Plasmius - Danny Phantom.

13. Stimpy - The Ren & Stimpy Show.

14. Gir - Invader Zim.

15. Patrick Star - SpongeBob Squarepants.

16. Sam Manson - Danny Phantom.

17. Misty - My Life As A Teenage Robot.

18. Sandy Cheeks - SpongeBob Sqaurepants.

19. Ember Mclain - Danny Phantom.

20. Tommy Pickles - All Grown Up.

21. Eliza Thornberry - The Wild Thornberry’s.

22. Arnold Shortman - Hey Arnold.

Honestly when making this...some of these choices seem crazy. And it was just gonna be 20 characters each...but I wanted to add certain characters and didn’t wanna remove some. Also the concept of certain interactions just amuses me...yeah...no Aang here.

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STARKER, by Peter B. Parker

Chapter 3: Domesticity

A/N: petey’s having a grand old time and so are we! lol -bri and bloo 💕

Warnings: domestic fluff, nff

Masterlist ao3

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In the first few moments after Peter woke up, things were perfect. Memories of the previous night came flooding back and a slight smile tugged at his lips as he snuggled into Tony’s warm embrace.

Everything was alright.

But as soon as he had the thought, something shifted.

Because everything wasn’t alright.

His eyes snapped open, instantly pulling him out of the illusion. His hands roamed over his body, trying to mimic the sensations he had felt before. But it wasn’t the same and he knew it.

It had all felt so real.

He slid the glasses off, just for a moment, while he reached for his phone. When he checked it there were dozens of missed calls and unread texts. Mostly from May, but there were quite a few from other people as well. MJ, Ned, even a couple from Pepper.

Shit, that made him feel ridiculously guilty. She was trying to get into contact with him and he was busy playing house with his fantasy of her husband.

Yet the guilt wasn’t enough to make him respond. Instead, he turned his phone back off and tossed it to the side, putting the EDITH glasses back on. Out of sight, out of mind.

Indulging himself and just pretending for a little longer wouldn’t hurt anybody. It wasn’t like they’d know. This was just for him.

Him and Tony.

He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as he focused back in. And he was taken right back to where he wanted to be.

When he opened them again, he was laying down with Tony. A smile appeared on his face.

The older man was still fast asleep, limbs tangled with Peter’s. He seemed to be completely unaware of Peter’s brief absence, not that he would have felt it in the first place. As far as he knew, both of them had stayed in bed the entire night.

Peter gently began pulling himself away, pressing a quick kiss to Tony’s forehead before he dug his way out of the covers and slid out of bed.

The room was cold and made him shiver slightly before he found the shirt that Tony had been wearing the night before and pulled it on. There. That was much better. It fell just to the tops of his thighs, hardly hiding anything, but he didn’t mind. And he was sure Tony wouldn’t either.

He wandered a little, making his way out of the bedroom and looking around. The penthouse was huge, but it didn’t feel empty in the way it had before. Love filled up the space, bringing everything to life. It made the place feel like a home.

The thought brought a smile to his face as he continued his wandering. He knew exactly where he was going, of course, but it was nice to just explore in the morning quiet.

Everything was just as he remembered it, down to the smallest details. The neatly stacked magazines on the coffee table (it wasn’t like Tony ever read them), the way morning sunlight beamed gently through the window wall, the various mechanical parts strewn about from late-night projects that got brought out of the lab. It was all the same.

Peter eventually made his way to his initial destination, the kitchen.

He started pulling ingredients out, mentally running through what he needed to make breakfast. Eggs, flour, milk...everything was there, all the things that were necessary. Not that he’d doubted they would be.

The teen got to work soon after, humming quietly to himself as he started prepping. He combined, sifted, whisked, and followed each step to make sure everything came together. Ruined pancakes just wouldn’t do.

As he was standing over the stove, finishing up the cooking, a pair of strong arms wrapped around his waist from behind.

He instantly melted into the touch, leaning back and grinning when he felt the warm press of lips against his cheek. When he spoke, his voice was soft so as to not disturb the intimate moment. “Morning, Tony. I figured I’d let you sleep in.” The facial hair covering his chin and jaw rubbed against Peter’s skin, making something tingle deep in his belly.

The man made an appreciative noise, nodding a little. “Thank you, honey,” he murmured, voice still rough from sleep.

Peter thought it was one of the most wonderful sounds he’d ever heard and he wanted to keep hearing it. The tone was raspy and low, insanely sexy. He loved it. “You’re welcome. Working on breakfast now, it’s about done,” he informed Tony happily.

“It smells incredible, I can’t wait.” Tony slowly pulled away, as if it was the last thing he wanted to do, before walking over to the cupboard and pulling out two plates. “I’ll make things a little easier on you, I can help plate everything once it’s finished. Teamwork makes the dream work, and all that.”

The young man nodded a little, the hint of a grin pulling the corners of his lips upwards, though his main focus was the food on the stove. He didn’t want to let any of it burn, he wanted it all to be absolutely perfect.

Not that any of it could turn out anything but that. The fact tugged persistently at the back of his mind, no matter how hard he tried to ignore it. He’d coded the STARKER program for perfection, with instructions to replicate exactly what he desired. So no matter what he did, breakfast would be perfect regardless.

He just wanted it to feel real on his end, too.

“Okay, I’m ready- bring the plates over here,” he instructed, glancing over at where Tony was standing.

Tony nodded quickly, holding out the two plates. He stood there patiently, giving Peter a small smile as they met eyes. That warm glow was there again, the one that reminded Peter of sunlight shining through honey and made him feel like he was the most important person in the other man’s world. Which meant- a lot, considering the life Tony had lived, the experiences he’d had, the people he knew.

Peter blinked himself out of his thoughts in order to dish out the food, stacking each pancake just-so and making sure the yolks in every egg stayed unbroken. So he was being a bit neurotic- sue him.

Once he was finished plating breakfast, the pair made their way over to the square table and sat right across from each other. It wasn’t overly large, so they were close enough to hold hands, which was exactly what they did. Their hands stayed clasped together as they got situated , both digging in almost instantly.

A contented hum came from the other side of the table. “This is great, Peter, I had no idea you were such a whiz in the kitchen,” Tony complimented, tone light and playful. He sounded truly happy, and it transferred over to the younger man as if they were in some sort of feedback loop.

“I have to be,” Peter laughed, swallowing the bite he’d taken. “May burns everything she makes, I can’t survive off of that. I had to learn some basic things myself. And it’s fun.”

He’d imagined cooking for Tony a lot. Not anything big, it wasn’t like he was really that good. But he always thought that it would be such a nice thing. Something sort of domestic the two of them could do together. Something special for them to share with each other. And the reality was just as good as he’d imagined.

Tony nodded, watching him. “Well, you did amazing. It’s really great, I couldn’t have asked for better.” He grinned, sincerely impressed.

Peter smiled softly at him, squeezing his hand gently. “Thank you.”

They continued eating in silence, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. Quite the opposite, in fact. It was a gentle, companionable quiet. Nothing needed to be said, they were just enjoying being with each other.

That was all they needed.

By the time they were finished with breakfast, Peter was already lost in other thoughts.

The simulation was going so much better than he ever could have imagined. It was all so real. Which was everything that he had hoped for.

He really could have everything that he wanted, everything he’d envisioned life with Tony to be. They could really have their happily ever after, the one they both deserved. The universe owed them this.

“I can see you thinking,” Tony teased lightly, snapping Peter out of his thoughts. “What’s up?”

Peter looked up again, blinking rapidly as he tried to reorient himself. “Hmm?” He couldn’t really explain it all. Nor did he want to. “Oh, nothing. Just...thinking about how happy I am.” That was fairly true, at least. Lying by omission wasn’t really lying in his book. “I’ve wanted this for so long. With you.”

The older man smiled a little, eyes once again filled with adoration as he gazed across the table. Peter swore he’d never grow tired of being on the receiving end of that look. “Me too. It’s always been you, Pete.”

He said it with such sincerity that Peter could almost believe it. Although, he figured that for this Tony, Peter was always the one for him. And honestly- That was enough.

“It’s always been you for me too, Tones.” The nickname slipped out, but he didn’t try to take it back. It didn’t hurt anyone and it felt so much more personal. Intimate. He liked it.

Tony smiled at him, nodding.

Peter watched him, meeting his gaze and not looking away. Suddenly he remembered the silly plan he’d made after he met Tony for the first time.

It didn’t make any sense, not really. It was unrealistic, just the silly dream of an obsessed, love-sick teenager.

But he used to imagine getting married to Tony. He had things planned out exactly in his elaborate daydreams, down to the flavor of cake they’d have and the color scheme. There were even a couple venues that he’d researched. Peter could admit that he’d spent an embarrassing amount of time focused on that specific fantasy.

And that’s all it had been, fantasy. But...he could bring it to life. Here, in his ideal world. Where things were exactly as he desired. He could easily have that dream become a reality. At least for a little while.

Before he could stop himself, he was standing up from his seat and letting go of Tony’s hand.

Tony raised an eyebrow, watching his movements curiously but not commenting. He stayed in his seat, eyes following as Peter rushed away to the other room.

“I just have to grab something!” He called over his shoulder, running back to the bedroom. The bed was still unmade, reminding him of what they’d done the previous night. It brought a small smile to his face before he resumed what he was doing.

He began shuffling through drawers, moving stacks of clothes and papers in his search. For a moment, he wasn’t even sure what he was actually looking for.

Then his fingers brushed against a small box and wrapped around it. He pulled the velvet cube out, hands shaking slightly as he brought it up to look at it and set it on top of the dresser.

He opened it, revealing a gold engagement band. It had a beautiful, intricate pattern and deep red stones set around it. It was perfect, exactly what he’d imagined in his daydreams. Of course it was.

He closed the box again and held it close to his chest. He’d give it to Tony. Maybe it was moving fast, but he thought he deserved it. This was supposed to be everything that he wanted, so he would make it match his fantasies exactly, down to a T.

But he could wait for just a little bit. He didn’t want to break the soft, domestic bliss they were feeling just yet. After all, he had all the time in the world to pop the question. Even the thought was exciting; in his dreams, Tony had always been the one to propose to him. This would be an interesting flip in the script.

So he tucked the box away again, remembering where he left it. Then he peeked back out of the room. “Tony?” He called softly.

“Yeah?” From the sounds of it, Tony was washing the dishes from breakfast. He was so thoughtful that way.

“I think I’m gonna get a shower,” Peter started, fingers sliding against the smooth door frame. A slight smile tugged at his lips as he got an idea. “Maybe you could...join me?” He offered.

He heard a dish crash from the kitchen and he covered his mouth in an attempt to hold back his mirth. Then he gave up and laughed when he heard the sound of Tony’s footsteps rushing back to the bedroom.

“I would love to do that, yep.” Tony grinned, looking at him as he all but fell through the doorway. He almost sounded like he was out of breath from running from the kitchen.

Peter laughed harder, leaning up to kiss the other man before pulling away to walk to the en-suite bathroom. He didn’t have much to do in terms of undressing, just slowly pulling off the shirt he’d put on. He tossed it down to the floor, taking note of where it landed so he could find it again later.

He glanced back over his shoulder, meeting Tony’s eyes and giving him a small smirk before walking in further.

Tony was close behind, stepping out of the thin sweatpants he’d slipped on.

Peter moved to turn the shower on, eyebrows furrowed for a moment before he figured it out. How could a shower be so damn complicated. Then he turned to look at Tony, feeling breathless. He wasn’t sure he’d ever get used to seeing the man like that. And he didn’t want to. He wanted to always be just as excited as the first time.

“You’re absolutely stunning,” Tony murmured, taking the young man by surprise.

The teen felt one of his eyebrows shoot up without his permission as he gazed over at Tony with wide eyes. “Me?” It’s not that Peter considered himself ugly, but he didn’t think he was anything special. Just average. Nothing like the man in front of him who was undeniably one of the most beautiful people on the planet.

“Of course you.” Tony grinned a little, grabbing his hand before stepping into the shower. “Who else would I mean?”

That was fair. It wasn’t like anyone else was there, no one else for Tony to be referring to. But the words were thrilling and made him happy all the same. The fact that the billionaire saw him like that, thought that they looked good together, did wonders for his ego and self-confidence even if he wasn’t completely convinced.

“Well...I don’t know.” Peter smiled a little. “You’re sweet. And you’re...absolutely gorgeous too.” He laughed a little, getting into the shower with the older man. His cheeks flushed as he talked, but he meant the words.

“I’m glad you think so.” Tony chuckled, moving to stand under the water and wet his hair. “Hey, get over here really quick,” he encouraged after a moment, stepping out from under the showerhead again. “I want to do something.”

Peter was pulled away from his thoughts, raising an eyebrow at the other man. “Get over where? We’re barely standing a foot apart.”

“Hush. Come get your hair wet and let me do this.”

The teen did as he was told, a small smile tugging at his lips as he gently brushed his fingers through the now-dripping curls. “There. Better?”

Tony nodded, grabbing a bottle of shampoo and getting some in his hand. “Much.” He lathered it up, humming softly to himself as he did. “Let me wash your hair?”

Peter watched him, nodding slowly. It was such a small thing, but the action was so soft. He would never deny Tony of something like that.

He stepped closer, turning around so that his back was to Tony.

Tony smiled, hands moving to Peter’s head. His fingers began gently working the shampoo into his hair, massaging his scalp as he went.

The teen made a content sound, eyes slipping shut. Tony’s fingers in his hair felt nice.

“How’s this?” Tony asked softly, grinning a little. He loved how Peter started melting into his touch as soon as he’d started.

“It’s so good,” Peter nearly-whimpered, biting his lip. It was so nice, gentle and intimate.

The older man smirked a little as he heard the tone of Peter’s voice. “I’m glad you think so.”

Once the shampoo had been effectively lathered and worked in, it was time to wash it out.

Peter didn’t want the feeling to ever stop, the action incredibly soothing. But he knew that he couldn’t just have his hair washed forever, that wouldn’t work out. And they still had more to do.

So he stepped under the water again, rinsing out the suds and watching them swirl down the drain.

When he was done, he stepped back and looked at Tony again. He hadn’t expected something so sweet, but he loved it.

Peter watched him closely, mouth nearly watering at the sight before him. This absolute god of a man, completely bare in front of him. No matter how soft and sweet he was, the teen couldn’t help but think about other things. The water slid over Tony’s body, making his skin glisten and shine.

And Tony didn’t seem to notice the reverent way Peter was gazing in his direction at all.

He recalled the night before, how agreeable Tony had been to their activities. So he had no worries that he’d be denied here.

But he did, however, want to shake things up a bit.

He took a few more moments to admire Tony’s form before he was stepping closer, his hands dragging over the older man’s chest and abs, tracing the scar where the reactor used to sit. The muscle definition was softer than his own, but he loved it just the same. This body was so strong, had been through so much and done so many amazing things.

Tony raised an eyebrow, moving so that his back was to the water. “Pete?” He couldn’t help but smirk a little. He’d expected some sort of contact, Peter was very handsy that way. But he was really going for it fast.

“Hmm?” Peter didn’t look up. His cheeks were burning as he touched Tony, but that didn’t make him stop. Then, slowly, he began to sink down onto his knees. His hands slid down Tony’s hips until they rested on his wet thighs.

He’d imagined a moment like this for a long time. Pleasing Tony, being able to watch the man as he fell apart from the way Peter was making him feel. And of course, he’d seen it partially when they’d slept together. But he wanted to cause that pleasure in a different way, now.

“What are you doing down there?” As though it wasn’t obvious. Tony’s fingers gently threaded through the young man’s hair, the strands sticking together from the water falling from his fingers. “Thought we were showering.”

“We will,” Peter whispered, placing a gentle kiss on Tony’s left hip. “I want to do this first.” He started kissing down the man’s stomach, lips brushing against the light happy trail once he reached it.

One of his hands moved from its place on Tony’s thigh to wrap around the man’s cock, gently taking hold of it. It was mostly soft, but it wouldn’t stay that way for long. He stroked slowly, glancing up as he kept his lips pressed to Tony’s lower belly, trying to hold back the urge to just let his tongue ghost over the sensitive skin there.

Tony was watching him with half-lidded eyes and his lips parted just slightly. His hips gently rocked forward, fucking into Peter’s slick grip as he was gradually brought to full hardness.

Peter leaned back and shook his wet hair out of his face, looking over Tony as he figured out how he wanted to approach things. Then he leaned in again, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of the man’s cock. It wasn’t much, but it was what felt right. It was sweet, intimate.

And it made Tony shiver above him, so he thought it was a good choice.

The young man smirked to himself slightly, batting his eyelashes as he looked up. “Did you like that?” He asked sweetly.

“Uh huh...Peter, do you know what you’re doing?”

Not at all. He had never done anything even remotely like it. “Yeah, of course I do.” His tongue darted out, giving a soft little kitten lick over the head to punctuate his sentence.

He’d never given oral, and the only time he’d even received had been the night before. But he’d seen enough porn and read enough that he was sure he wouldn’t be awful. He just needed to remember the things he’d read. And he knew what felt good to his own body, he just needed to translate it to another person. Shouldn’t be too difficult.

Tony nodded slowly, fingers tightening in his hair slightly at the feeling of the young man’s wet tongue on his erection. “Okay, honey.” He relaxed, ready to take whatever Peter wanted to give him.

Peter kissed the tip one more time before slowly wrapping his lips around it. It was weird, the slightly salty skin against his tongue. But he liked it. And he definitely liked the sounds that the action caused Tony to make.

So he sucked gently, his eyes slipping shut in order for him to focus solely on what he was doing. It wasn’t all that different from having a lollipop or a popsicle in his mouth, if the treat was warm and gave way under the pressure of his ministrations.

His tongue brushed over the slit in the head, gathering the small amount of precum that had welled up already. Then he rubbed it against the slight ridge on the underside of the tip. He knew that would feel pretty good.

A low moan came from Tony, causing Peter to echo the sound, instinctually responding to his partner’s pleasure. The vibrations made the older man grip his hair tighter.

“Maybe you do know what you’re doing,” he mumbled, eyes dark and heavy as he gazed down at Peter.

Peter smiled a little at that, as best he could around the flesh in his mouth, at least. He liked knowing that he was doing well, that he was pleasing Tony, even if he hadn’t done much yet. Hopefully it would only continue to get better.

At the slight praise, he started trying to take down more. Peter hadn’t known how much the validation would turn him on. He wanted more of it, wanted to be good for Tony. He started with just a couple of inches, sucking lightly and humming to give different types of stimulation. His head bobbed slightly, only taking as much as he had before. It wouldn’t be good if he tried to do too much too soon. He didn’t want to embarrass himself by choking or anything.

Tony stayed fairly quiet, but he just wasn’t the most vocal in his pleasure, Peter knew. He showed his appreciation in other ways, holding Peter’s hair tighter, nudging his hips forward slightly into the wet heat of the teen’s mouth. And Peter eagerly drank in the few sounds that did escape him.

The younger man held onto Tony’s thigh with his free hand, nails leaving small crescent-shaped indents as his fingers dug in slightly. His other hand stayed wrapped around Tony’s cock, holding it steady as he took more down and stroking what he hadn’t yet fit into his mouth.

He slowly moved further down, taking more and more of the length in as he let himself get used to the feeling. But before he was able to take it all the way, the tip hit the back of his throat and made him choke, the gagging sound obscenely loud in the tiled room.

He pulled off, eyes watering as he coughed. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do that.” Sniffling and taking a shaky breath, he licked at his lips in an attempt to clean off some of the thick saliva he could feel running down his chin and smearing along his lips.

Tony groaned, still holding Peter’s hair as he pulled away. “It’s alright. Don’t worry, not a big deal. You’re still a beginner, it’s alright,” he assured breathily. The gag made Peter’s throat tighten deliciously around him and he was still recovering from the sudden sensation.

“Still.” Peter pouted a little, looking up at him for a second. He blinked against the light spray of water ricocheting off of the shower walls and Tony’s body. He didn’t want to embarrass himself like that any more.

Tony frowned slightly at whatever expression he saw on the younger’s face. “Hey,” he said softly. “It’s okay, I mean it, baby.” He paused for a second, looking like he was considering something, before opening his mouth again, a glint in his eyes. “It, uh, I actually think it’s pretty hot, feels good, too. I promise.” A lopsided smile pulled at his lips as he let his fingers scratch lightly against the boy’s scalp.

Peter felt his cheeks flush. If it felt good for Tony, maybe they could explore it another time. But today he just wanted to get acquainted with this new part of Tony’s body without feeling like he was going to throw up. He slowly started taking the man’s cock again, making sure he was patient (well, as patient as he could be) and didn’t force himself too much. Closing his eyes momentarily, he focused on relaxing the muscles of his throat and breathing through his nose.

And it worked, he was able to ignore his gag reflex and start bobbing his head while taking the entire length down his throat.

Tony dropped his head back, chest heaving with labored breaths as he kept his hold on Peter’s hair. His hips twitched forward with the teen’s movements, trying to keep himself at least partially composed.

Although it wasn’t really working.

“Pete, this...okay, fuck,” he swore under his breath. “I won’t last much longer like this,” he warned. “You feel so good, baby, so good for me.”

Peter hummed in acknowledgment, but didn’t still or slow down his actions. Hearing Tony’s praise only made him more determined to make the older man come apart for him. His head kept bobbing, taking Tony’s cock down easier every time.

Maybe it would have been nice to go further, have Tony press him against the wall and fuck him until he couldn’t remember his own name. But there were still things he wanted to get done today and there would always be plenty of time for sex later. He was happy to just please Tony for the moment. That was more than enough for him.

Tony groaned softly, but it was strained. He was quickly nearing his release and they both knew it.

Peter felt the man’s cock throb against his tongue and he switched up his technique, quickly moving to just suckling at the sensitive tip again. Making his eyes intentionally wide, he looked up at his partner from underneath his wet eyelashes as he made a show of letting his tongue peak out as he licked around the head before resuming the light, teasing suction.

And that was Tony’s undoing.

His fingers tightened in Peter’s hair again, tugging slightly as his hips thrust forward through his high.

Peter moaned around him, tasting the first burst of cum as it hit his tongue. He kept his head bobbing slightly, just keeping his lips wrapped around the tip as he worked the older man through his orgasm.

“Jesus, Peter,” Tony breathed, legs trembling as he came down from his high. He pulled his softening cock from Peter’s lips, eyes not leaving the teenager’s face.

Peter stared up at Tony, something fluttering deep in his belly as he knelt there on the shower floor.

But it wasn’t arousal this time.

Maybe it was the wrong time. But as far as he was concerned, whenever he wanted it to happen was the right time.

“Marry me, Tony,” he said softly, eyes shining as he gazed upon the man that he loved. "I know that this is all going fast, so fast, but I love you more than anything in the world. I can't imagine life without you, and I don't ever want us to be apart again. So will you… Will you marry me?"

It wasn’t anything like how he’d dreamed it. Not anywhere close. But it still felt right. It was them.

Tony's deep brown eyes were wide and glistening with unshed tears that he tried to blink away. "Peter," he whispered, "Come up here. I would get down there with you but my knees don't work like they used to." A soft chuckle escaped his lips.

Peter stood slowly, wincing at the slight ache in his own knees before pulling Tony completely out from under the water to look at him. “I don’t want you to say I’m too young, or it’s too fast or anything like that.” But he knew that he wouldn’t. Because Tony would never.

But especially not when everything Peter wanted got to happen.

Instead of responding, Tony took Peter’s hands in his before pulling him in for a gentle kiss. It was soft and sweet, but there were still the hints of passion behind it that made Peter’s heartbeat quicken.

By the time they pulled away, Peter had almost forgotten what had inspired the kiss in the first place. Tony’s kisses had the ability to do that, they took his breath away and made him forget anything but Tony himself.

Then he was reminded when Tony kissed his forehead and whispered against his skin. “This is the beginning of our forever, Pete. Yes. Of course I’ll marry you.” Another chuckle, this one a bit louder and slightly baffled sounding. “Although it is a little surreal for this to be happening when I just came down your throat.”

A shocked cackle erupted from Peter’s mouth before he could stop it and he wrapped his arms around Tony’s neck, hiding his smile and laughter in the crook of his neck. “Shut up,” he muttered halfheartedly, content in the older man’s hold. He pressed a soft kiss over Tony’s pulse and let his lips linger there as the water cascaded over his back.

What a beautiful forever it would be.

***

Peter was okay with how the proposal had gone. It had felt right and the outcome was exactly what he’d wanted. He was thrilled, even if the proposal itself was a bit...unorthodox. So were he and Tony.

But he wanted a wedding, wanted the experience and the memory of having that moment with the man that he loved. He wanted to look into Tony’s eyes and say ‘I do’, and to hear those words repeated back to him. And he wanted it to be the wedding he’d always planned in his dreams.

The issue was that he wanted it to happen as soon as possible, since he knew on some level that things couldn’t last forever. And planning an entire wedding was difficult.

“It has to be perfect,” he mumbled to himself, frustrated.

Perfection shouldn’t have been hard to achieve in his simulation. The program was designed for ‘perfect’. But things still felt off no matter what he did.

Or maybe he just felt off about the whole thing, somewhere deep in the back of his mind. That didn’t mean he had to acknowledge the feeling, though.

Peter shook his head like that would shake the thoughts away. Then he got started planning out more of what he wanted to do, writing notes and ideas in a little notebook he’d found after they’d gotten dressed to go about their day. He would have included Tony in the planning, but…well, he wasn’t really sure how that would work.

Could this Tony have actually shared his own ideas on the matter? Or would it have just been all of Peter’s ideas repeated back to him anyways?

The teen honestly wasn’t sure. So he determined that it would be easier for him to keep his sense of the reality if he just went about doing all of the necessary preparation himself. That would be okay, he could do it.

They already had the ring. He’d given it to Tony after their shower, his heart pounding as he slipped it onto the man’s finger. It looked perfect on him. Just as Peter knew it would. Now he just needed one for himself, something complementary.

Figuring out the venue wouldn’t be difficult. He could have the wedding anywhere he wanted, nothing was off limits. But he knew where he wanted it to be. At least...he had a pretty good idea. He had always envisioned something grand and luxurious, something worthy of Tony. The man was a billionaire, for fuck’s sake.

After that, there wasn’t too much left to take care of. He didn’t want anything big. Although the half-formed guest list in his mind was fairly impossible, he could come back to that. What was impossibility when EDITH was involved?

***

The man gave a heavy sigh as he sat in front of the holo-display, one hand moving up to rub across the skin of his head. He spun around in his chair to make eye contact with the other individuals scattered throughout the room. “Any news? Anyone? Please tell me we’ve got something.” The frustration and exasperation were clear in his voice.

Only silence followed as the agents looked at each other uneasily, no one daring to speak up.

Fury slapped his hand down on the desk. “Why the fuck,” he ground out, “can the world’s leading intelligence agency not locate a goddamn teenager?”

Rolling her eyes, Agent Hill walked into the briefing room, shooting a long-suffering look at the director. “He obviously doesn’t want to be found, Nick.”

He made an affronted face, mouth opening. “Do I look like I give a rat’s ass what Peter Parker wants? What I want is to find his ass and bring it back here so we can do some damage control on this shit storm!” He turned to face the agents again, staring them all down. “And since you incompetent motherfuckers can't find him, the least you can do is bring me someone who can!”

One of the agents, clearly the greenest of the bunch, hesitantly raised her hand as she turned away from her computer screen. “Where should we start, Director Fury, sir?”

Nick scoffed, throwing his hands up in the air. “Can you all do nothing on your own? I’m not your mother, figure it out!”

She narrowed her eyes at him, almost like a challenge. “I actually have an idea, sir. One of Peter’s closest contacts is an Edward Leeds-”

Fury shook his head before she could finish. “No, absolutely not.”

The young agent pressed on, rising up out of her chair. “With all due respect, Director, I think he might be our best bet. We know from Stark’s files that Mr. Leeds is an extremely capable programmer, he’s helped Mr. Parker alter Stark tech in the past.”

“With all due respect, Agent Oliver, absolutely fucking not.” Fury looked at her, eyebrows knit together. “No. No, no, I’m not recruiting another damn teenager.” Obviously there were enough issues and liabilities just from Parker being involved. And while it was for a different purpose, he would rather just stick with adults.

“But Peter’s more likely to listen to him. And he knows his way around tech,” Hill pointed out, casting a look in the younger woman’s direction. “I think Oliver’s right, Nick. He really is our best bet.”

Fury shot her a weak glare before pinching the bridge of his nose. He didn’t want to agree. The last thing he wanted was to deal with another teenager. “Well, I’m not babysitting him.”

***

Ned hadn’t heard from Peter since the big announcement from the Bugle and that asshole J. Jonah Jameson. And what kind of a name was that? He wasn’t sure that anyone had been in contact with his best friend, which was worrisome considering he’d just been outed to the entire world. He’d sent him a dozen messages and called even more, but there had been silence. The texts weren’t even read.

So he wasn’t as surprised as he probably should have been when he received a secure message with an obvious SHIELD logo on the bottom. He may have freaked out for a minute out of sheer excitement, though.

“This is so cool,” he mumbled to himself once he’d calmed down, eyes quickly raking over the message to see what it was about.

He smiled weakly when he got to the point. ‘Locating Peter Parker.’ Of course that’s what it was about. Why else would SHIELD ever contact him? “Guy in the chair,” he whispered, automatically responding to the message.

He really wanted his best friend to come home. It couldn’t be good for Peter to be out there all alone. “I hope you’re alright, man,” he thought aloud after sending his reply.

If he couldn’t find Peter, who could?

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preciouspeterbparker · 3 years

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the warmest bed i’ve ever known

finally got this bitch finished!

based on “tis the damn season” by taylor swift. i was also listening to the phoebe bridgers cover of “christmas song”, “last christmas” cover by pale waves (recorded @ spotify), and “home alone, too” by the staves

also this is only my 2nd time writing starker so lmk what you think plz?

happy holidays! - bloo

word count: 6.07k. this was intended to basically be a porny blurb...instead there’s so much fucking plot it’s probably overwhelming and minimal porn. i’m sorry

warnings: angst, depression & anxiety, drug use (that good kush ft some hotboxing & shotgunning), smut, character death (not tony or peter), tony’s kind of country lmao. despite all the aforementioned things, there is in fact a happy ending!

summary: peter makes the trip back home for christmas and once again finds himself caught up in deep brown eyes and a charming smile. tis the damn season.

Peter had forgotten how cold New York winters were. He’d grown used to the year-long warmth of Los Angeles. He supposed the cold was appropriate- it was as if the weather was in cahoots with the solid, frigid thing that was sitting in the pit of his stomach. The last time he’d spent Christmas in Aurora, the last time he’d seen him… Tony.

Just thinking the other man’s name made Peter flex his hands anxiously as he slid out of the driver’s seat of his black Mercedes AMG GT into the amber glow of the streetlight, gently shutting the door closed behind him, still in the overly cautious period of owning the new car. He wondered what Tony would think of it. Last time Peter had come home, he was still driving May’s old Subaru. It’d been almost 2 years to the day, now, which felt like both a century and no time at all. He wished it wasn’t so hard. He wished they hadn’t been caught in this song & dance for so long. It seemed like no matter how good Peter’s intentions, it always came down to one thing: he was so damn scared. He always ran away, no matter how badly he wanted to stay.

Scuffing a boot through the slush in the street, the brunette straightened his shoulders and made his way toward the brick building, a quick smile quirking half his mouth up as he read the neon red sign above the closed garage door. Stark’s. Memories came flooding back, the countless nights he spent cooped up in the little shop during high school, sketching elaborate ensembles and daydreaming about having his very first collection while surrounded by the smell of motor oil and the sounds of tinkering. The bell above the door jingled merrily as Peter stepped through and wiped his feet on the mat. The pleasant sound of Frank Sinatra crooning the words of “The Christmas Waltz” met his ears. Another small smile flitted over Peter’s face. That was something that tended to happen when he was around Tony.

“Just a second,” came the slightly muffled voice, a little strained. The man in question was bent over, headfirst in the engine of his old 1979 Chevy C10, the one he’d gotten senior year of highschool. The collar of a heather grey henley peeked out from under a deep red and green plaid flannel stretched over his shoulders as he leaned a little further under the hood, using a wrench to tighten what looked to be a lugnut to Peter from his spot by the door, too nervous to go further inside.

“I can wait,” Peter replied softly, trying not to stare at Tony’s jean-clad ass and anxious of the older boy man’s reaction. (It looked like Tony had done a lot of growing up over the past two years, no longer the boy he remembered. Peter supposed the same could be said about himself in a way, though he wasn’t sure if it was for better or worse.)

And apparently he was right to be cautious.

Tony promptly smacked his head on the underside of the hood as he jerked upright at the sound of Peter’s voice. “Fuck.” Moving more carefully, Tony stood upright and turned around, his dark eyes wide. “Peter,” he said, visibly and audibly surprised. To be honest, it hurt Peter a little bit, how surprised he sounded. Maybe coming here was a mistake. Did they not do this nearly every year over the past seven? Had- Oh god, had something changed? Fuck, did Tony finally get tired of- Had he found-

Peter resolutely cut that train of thought off before he could panic. “Hi, Tony.” He swallowed drily, making eye contact for a moment, before casting his eyes away only for them to make their way back to the open face in front of him. “Think you have time for a quick bite to eat?” He slipped his left hand into the pocket of the new, warm wool coat he bought expressly for this trip. “It’s almost dinner time. And I have a treat,” he intoned, tapping his right pointer and middle fingers against his lips.

Tony beamed and immediately reached for a shop rag to wipe his hands, the black grease and oil smearing on the probably-used-to-be-white-at-some-point fabric. One of those hands came up to scratch at his facial hair, a new addition that made something simmer deep in Peter’s gut. The older man's brown eyes twinkled as he paused to glance at Peter. “You had me at ‘hi, Tony.’” He then proceeded to move about the shop, swiping his phone from atop a chest of metal drawers, Sinatra’s voice coming to an abrupt stop. He pulled on his old lined jean jacket (the one Peter was constantly mending in high school; now it just had small tears in some places, and what appeared to be Tony’s d-i-y patchwork in others). The sign on the front door was flipped to ‘closed’ and Tony pulled a keyring from his belt loop, locking it and flicking off the lights. The streetlights outside the building and the colorful holiday lights strung along the edge of the roof provided just enough light for them to be able to clearly see each other, the sun having set early, around four o’clock. Peter had forgotten about that as well.

He moved to grab his car keys from a pocket but Tony spoke up, patting the dark green paint of his truck’s hood and walking over to the garage door. His hand hovered over the button that would open it. “Actually, I just finished giving Delilah a tuneup, mind if we take ‘er for a spin?”

“Sure,” Peter agreed without hesitation, still feeling relieved (and grateful) that his invitation was accepted.

Tony pushed his palm against the button and paused to do a double-take after the metal door lifted completely. His eyebrows rose at the sight of Peter’s car parked in the small lot beside the shop. “Damn, L.A.. Not worried about your fancy new car?” His tone was slightly teasing, but there was a bit of shock mixed with something else as well, and it caused Peter to go hot, feeling insecure. (What if Tony didn’t like who Peter was, now? Peter didn’t exactly like who he was now.) Tony must’ve noticed his discomfort, because he cracked a grin and bumped his shoulder against Peter’s as he made his way to the driver’s side, yanking the door open. “C’mon, Parker, ‘m just fuckin’ with you. Hop in - how’da some burgers from Delmar’s an’ a trip out to the field sound?”

***

They grabbed food from the hole-in-the-wall diner down the road (the one where sixteen year-old Peter burned the shit out of his hand on his first day and promptly quit) and once they were bundled back in the truck with their burgers, fries and one banana milkshake (“yeah, but these are your favorite,” Tony had said in response to Peter’s exclamation that it was too cold out), Tony drove them out to the field behind the old high school. He parked the car under the lamppost, leaving it running in order to keep the heat on. His thick mechanic’s fingers began to fiddle with the temperature controls. Nat King Cole was playing quietly on the radio.

Peter shifted the paper bag of food in his lap, searching for words but not knowing what to say, and plucked the joint and lighter from his coat. The paper-covered filter found its way between his lips and he inhaled softly as he lit the tip. Satisfied with the light, he french inhaled, closing his eyes for a moment. The first hit was always the best. Peter loved the way he could feel it all the way in his bones. He didn’t know how to describe it other than deep. When he opened them, he made eye contact with Tony in the dim light, and immediately cut his gaze away as he felt the heat rush to his face. He could feel when Tony looked away a moment later.

The lull continued and Peter gingerly held the joint between his fingertips as he exhaled, hand outstretched.

Worn fingers plucked it away, and Peter’s eyes were immediately drawn to the slightly chapped lips that wrapped themselves around the filter. “You stayin’ at um, at May's...old place?” Tony faltered as he inhaled, as if he wasn't sure what the most sensitive way to talk about it was.

“Yeah," Peter said softly as he looked down at his lap. Spending his first night in the house alone last night had made him feel the loneliest he'd ever been in his life, and that was saying something because he’d been feeling pretty miserable lately. Peter saw May everywhere he looked, waiting to hear her call for him to come taste some new-fangled recipe from the kitchen, or to please, for the hundredth time, rinse the dishes before he put them in the sink. He missed her more than he thought possible, her death earth-shattering after having already lost Ben when he was 17, back when this mess all started. When he left for the first time. When he started running away. “It’s- It’s weird but I’m...adjusting. It’s honestly not that different to when she was alive, though. Y’know- recently.” He cut himself off, not sure if he wanted Tony to know the full reality of his existence, now.

Because it was true. It killed Peter to admit it, but his relationship with Aunt May started going downhill around the time of Ben’s death, too. By the time she had her heart attack a little more than two years ago, he hadn’t seen her in over a year, or talked to her in nearly as long. It was the biggest regret of his life, pushing May away; the second was the way he essentially did the same thing to Tony, however drawn-out it had been.

Peter reached out for the joint and his fingers brushed against Tony’s, sending a jolt up his spine. “How,” Peter started, swallowing as he twiddled the lighter between his fingers not holding the joint. “How’ve you been, Tony?” He was scared to ask what he really wanted to know. Have you finally had enough? Did you stop waiting on me? Am I too late? To distract himself a bit, he cracked the window so he could ash the joint before taking another drag.

"Same ol’, same ol’,” came Tony’s reply, his voice weary. “I mean, you already know this, but nothin’ really changes here." The quiet way he said it was slightly self-deprecating and the younger man hated it, hated that he had something to do with it. (Peter remembered the way he spat the words at Tony in the wee hours of the morning oh so long ago. "I've gotta get out of this fucking town- I can’t stay here, Tony! You might be okay dying here, a nobody with nothing, but I'm not!")

That’s why I had to leave, he thought, chest tightening. I was trapped in this town. It was never you, Tony. You were perfect. You’re perfect.

"..Yeah," is what came out instead. Peter took another hit before he handed the joint back to Tony and began rifling through the grease-splotched bag, passing the older man his burger before unwrapping his own. He took the top bun off in order to lay down a handful of fries from the bag, smooshing the top back on afterwards. A moan left Peter’s mouth at the first bite, and he heard a chuckle bubble up from Tony’s chest. (He would never admit it, especially not to anyone back in L.A., anyone who didn’t know him before, but this was his favorite meal in the world.)

“Funny that you still do that. So, um,” Tony began again, stuffing a few fries in his mouth and chewing as he spoke out the side of his mouth. “I saw your new collection. It looked nice.” He licked a bit of salt off his thumb.

Peter’s ears burned as he swallowed his bite and raised an eyebrow at the man across from him. “You pay attention to fashion, now?” He fought off a smile at the thought of Tony delicately flipping through the pages of a high-fashion magazine.

“Not like- I’ve tried to keep up with your work,” Tony mumbled, swallowing, his own face taking on a bit of a rosy-hue. “Like to know what you're up to all the way out there.” The joint touched his lips for a few seconds before it made its way back to Peter’s fingers. “I do know how Google works.”

Peter shivered as he felt something flutter in the pit of his stomach at the salt grains that touched his tongue when he took his next pull. “Tastes like salt,” he breathed on the exhale, locking eyes with Tony through the smoke that had accumulated in the car.

Something flashed in the older man’s eyes as he stole the weed back and took a large hit, crooking his salt-sprinkled fingers to beckon Peter closer.

Peter’s own reddened eyes widened when he caught on to what Tony wanted, his heart picking up speed. They hadn’t done that in years. Still clutching his burger in his left hand, he used the right to support himself as he leaned over the console to press his mouth against Tony’s. He closed his eyes as he inhaled, fighting the urge to slip his tongue somewhere it didn’t belong. One of Tony’s hands came up to pull his head closer for a moment, his tongue having the same idea as Peter’s, causing him to whine into Tony’s mouth. His pants were getting tight as he licked right back in response, feeling a slight burn from exhaling through his nose. He missed this. Nobody kissed him like Tony did-

“Shit!” Tony pulled away sharply, and Peter’s heart stopped for a second. But when he realized what was happening, he couldn’t contain the surprised cackle that erupted as he saw the joint land in the other man’s lap. “Quit it,” was Tony’s reply, though he was grinning as he said it. He grabbed what was left of the joint off his jeans and stubbed it out the rest of the way on the dashboard. “It burned my fuckin’ finger.”

“Oh poor baby,” Peter shot back, shifting in his seat and taking another bite of his burger. He willed the slight chub to go away, but knew it was a lost cause. He pretty much signed up for it; he was always turned on when he was high around Tony (and most of the time when he was sober, too). Some kind of conditioning or something, he thought deliriously.

“Ya better hush up, Parker,” Tony snarked and dipped some fries into Peter’s banana shake. He rolled his neck a bit, reaching for his burger. “So, kid. Tell me ‘bout L.A..”

***

Peter was basking peacefully in his high, humming along to whatever was playing through the speakers. He and Tony had both finished their food, chatting about this and that, but nothing of real substance, their earlier stilted conversation far from their minds. Shooting the shit, as Tony called it, over some weed and a meal was their normal routine when they were younger, and it came as naturally as breathing. Peter had never met anyone else he could simply coexist with on this level, simply enjoying the other’s presence for what it was. I love you, he thought as he looked at Tony, who was leaning back in his seat with his eyes closed and nodding his head along with the beat. I’m so in love with you and it scares the shit out of me.

The younger man’s eyes roved over Tony’s face as his mind raced. What was he doing? Would something be different this time? He wasn’t that angry seventeen year old anymore- now he was twenty-four, clinically depressed, and living someone else’s life. Would it be so bad to finally leave that all behind, to finally let himself have what he’s denied himself for so long? Didn’t he deserve to be happy, after all this pain? And even if it wasn’t in the cards for them, if Peter was destined to be alone, wouldn’t even the most miniscule amount of time with Tony be worth it?

Tony’s gravelly voice startled him back to the present. “I should probably be gettin’ you home, huh, Peter?” The bearded man opened his eyes and began sitting up, turning to look at him. The expression on his face was unreadable, and Peter didn’t know if he should agree or protest, so he merely lifted a shoulder in faux indifference, shooting Tony a half-smile.

Please, call me Pete… Just Pete, Peter begged in his head. Tony calling him by his full name made the ugly thing in his chest wriggle uncomfortably. Last time he was home, before he said those awful things, Tony hadn’t called him Peter in years. Yet another beautiful thing that he’d taken for granted and ruined for himself.

“Could also drive around for a bit if you wanted, see some lights.” Damn Tony and his ability to read Peter so well. The suggestion was soft, and he looked down as he said it, almost as if he was feeling shy.

Peter shook his head minutely and shifted a little in his seat, gently biting his lip. “I’m getting a little tired, haven’t smoked in a while,” he lied through his teeth, but the smile on his face was real this time.

Tony grinned right back at him.

(“What would we even do on a date? There’s nothing to do here, Tony,” Peter said with a laugh. “I dunno,” Tony replied, snuggling the lighter-haired teenager closer into his chest as they snuggled on the couch. “We could go look at the Christmas lights, get some hot chocolate… I could tie some mistletoe to the mirror in the truck. There’d be sum kissin’ involved….” He trailed off as Peter’s lips found his own. “Or we could do the kissin’ right here,” he murmured, sinking into the kiss.)

***

The drive back to May’s house was spent with Tony catching Peter up on everyone in town as they passed various houses. (“Remember Happy Hogan, the butcher?? Him an’ that pretty florist, Ms. Potts, got married last year. Think they’re havin’ a baby,last I heard.” “Rhodey’s mama died this spring, she got cancer, but he an’ Mr. Rhodes still live out here now that Rhodey’s moved home. Honorable discharge last fall. Done got himself a new girlfriend now too, Carol; he met ‘er in the Air Force. She’s a sweet one, I think you’d like ‘er.”)

When they pulled into the driveway, Tony cut the engine and hopped out. Peter did the same, grabbing the bag with their trash and patting his pocket, double-checking for his keys and lighter. He stepped around Tony, who had stopped at the bottom of the front steps, and walked up to the door, fumbling for a minute with his keys under the porch light to find the right one (it had robin’s egg blue polka-dots of May’s favorite nail polish). Tony’s footsteps followed him up the stairs.

Peter stuck the key in the lock and opened the door a crack before turning to face the taller man. “So.”

Tony’s eyes searched his own as they gazed at one another. “So,” he parroted back. His index finger went up to rub at his nose as he took a hard sniff in. There was a beat of silence. “Thanks for the joint, and uh, the company. It was good seein’ you,” he said at last, a hint of his signature lopsided grin curving his lips.

Peter felt the goodbye that was coming before it even left Tony’s mouth, and something in him broke. “Don’t leave me here alone.” The words came out of Peter’s mouth in a mumble, and suddenly he couldn’t make eye contact with Tony, losing focus and staring at his own feet instead. He felt the harsh burning of tears as it hit him again just how alone he was about to be when he walked inside, how alone he already was. He was always so fucking alone.

Even in L.A., so much bigger than fucking Aurora, New York, surrounded by thousands of people, Peter still felt invisible, insignificant. He had no friends. Sure, he had a publicist, and connections, and celebrity acquaintances & clientele. But without his money and his clothes, what would he have? What did he have when he was just Peter Parker, rather than Peter Benjamin, semi-famous designer? Nothing. (When he got the call about May, and he’d broken down in the bathroom during a business meeting with representatives for Tom Ford, he realized he had no one to call. No one to comfort him or tell him it would be okay. He’d sobbed into his pillow that night, screaming his throat raw with Tony’s number punched into his phone, ready to be dialed. He never called.) He had nothing and no one, and it was all his fault because he was so stupid, and maybe this is just what he deserved. If he hadn’t pushed everyone-

“Hey- Hey, Peter, no. Never,” Tony was saying gently, cautiously pulling Peter into his strong arms and out of his anxiety attack. “‘m not goin’ anywhere if y’don’t want me to, baby.” He tucked Peter’s head under his chin, a chill running down his spine due to the chilly evening air. “S’okay, everythin’s okay.”

Peter sucked in a deep breath through his mouth, trying to calm himself. His forehead dug into Tony’s shoulder painfully but it helped to ground him. The soothing sensation of Tony’s fingers tracing circles on his back helped, too. Peter’s breath was still hitching every so often, so he shut his eyes and tried to synch his breathing with Tony’s. It felt so nice to just be this close to someone- Peter couldn’t remember the last time he’d been held. Tony had probably been the last one to do it, though. (He’d had sex in L.A. of course, but it was all superficial. Nothing real. Nothing like what he had with Tony- not even close.) Shifting slightly, he buried his nose in the crook of Tony’s neck, searching unconsciously for the smell he loved so much; a mix of gasoline, teakwood, and something smoky. The scent sent a shiver down Peter’s spine, and that hot feeling simmered in his stomach again. He’d always joked that he would bottle Tony’s smell if he could. Tony would just laugh and jokingly tease Peter for always having his nose in his neck or armpit.

Now Tony just hummed lightly in response, tightening his hold for a moment before relaxing. “‘Yer’okay,” he whispered, once he could feel that Peter’s breathing had evened out for the most part.

Peter pulled back a bit and stared at a spot in the middle of Tony’s chest, thinking. He decided to go for it. Worst that could happen was Tony saying no, and leaving Peter here alone, but he knew he’d end up alone eventually. But he’d delay the inevitable as long as he could. “Kiss me, T,” he said quietly, leaning in before he could change his mind. His lips brushed Tony’s and he pulled back, trying not to go cross eyed looking into the other’s eyes. “I don’t wanna be alone anymore.”

Tony stared at him for a moment before their mouths met again, and Peter nipped gently at his lip before clumsily walking backwards through the cracked front door, pulling Tony with him with their mouths still connected. Tony’s foot kicked it closed behind them, bathing them in darkness, and he tripped a bit when Peter clutched at the lapels of his jacket a little too hard. Cursing under his breath, he leaned back against the door and tugged Peter along, using the support behind him to balance as he toed his boots off. They disconnected momentarily as the shorter man did the same, hands still gripping the denim.

Peter licked his lip as they stood in the dark entryway. Looking up at Tony, he shrugged his coat off, letting it fall to the hardwood floor beneath them. He reached out and gently pushed the denim jacket off the taller man’s shoulders too before leaning in, stopping just before their lips made contact. “Come upstairs with me,” he whispered.

Tony’s mocha eyes flitted around for a minute, searching his face for something. Peter couldn’t tell if he liked what he saw, but Tony kissed him again before taking his hand. “Your room,” he questioned, taking hold of the banister and leading Peter up the stairs.

***

“Fuck, Tony. Right there, right there, ohhhhh.” Peter was on his back with one leg thrown over Tony’s shoulder and the other bent off to the side, the ball of his foot pushing into the mattress. The mechanic’s uncut cock was stretching his lubed hole. Tony was leaning over him and one of his hands was clutching at Peter’s hip, the other at the leg up by his face. His facial hair scratched deliciously against the pale skin on the inside of Peter’s knee as he pressed a kiss there.

(Tony had kissed and licked and sucked praises into the skin of his neck, chest, stomach and thighs as he’d fingered him open at a torturously slow pace. “So good fer me, Pete. Look at you. You’re so goddamn beautiful.” Peter had whimpered and whined the whole time as he tried to fuck himself on the thick digits whose pads were caressing his prostate.)

A moan left the older man’s lips as he looked into Peter’s eyes. “You feel so good, baby. Always feel so- fuckin’- good,” he grunted, thrusting further in the tight, wet heat. “Love fuckin’ your ass.” He dug his fingers tighter into Peter’s skin, sure to leave bruises.

Gasping, Peter arched his hips up, toes curling, cock bobbing against his stomach with every thrust. He could feel Tony deep inside him, in that place that only he had ever been able to reach. Fuck, why had he ever let this go? Never letting you go again, Tony. You can’t leave me alone. I need you. I love you. He whined, baring his neck in a silent plea and bringing his leg down so that both were wrapped around the man’s thick waist. Tony reacted accordingly; his hands moved up to clutch at Peter’s near the headboard and his mouth latched onto the column of Peter’s neck, sucking. A wounded noise escaped Peter, his hole clenching, and Tony bit down harshly at the sensation. Peter keened again, going limp on the mattress as his legs fell open to the side. “Shit, Tony, god!”

Hot, wet breath tickled Peter’s neck with every ragged exhale that left Tony’s mouth, causing the smaller to whine lewdly, squirming. “Yeah? Are you- mine? Y’gon be mine- huh, Pete?” Peter heard the unspoken question, the twinge of desperation in Tony’s voice. Will you finally be mine? He sounded tired, that deep-in-your-bones type weariness, Peter noticed as he felt his own chest start to get tight. He’d really done a number on the person who deserved it the least. And for what? To come crawling back years later, expecting to be forgiven?

Yes, he thought in response to Tony’s question, hating himself for it. One of his hands tangled itself in the crown of Tony’s head, fingers pulling the strands at the root possessively as teeth sunk into his neck again. Yours. Always yours. He let out another moan, rolling his hips in an attempt to get some friction on his neglected cock that was weeping precum as Tony continued to thrust in and out of him. “Please, please- Tony, please.” If Peter had any shame left, he’d probably be blushing at how needy and wrecked he sounded. Instead it just turned him on, knowing just how gone he was for the other man.

With a grunt, Tony redistributed his weight and brought two fingers to Peter’s lips. “Open up fer a minute, baby,” he requested softly, slipping the digits inside. Peter laved them with his tongue, coating them with thick saliva and Tony groaned at the feeling, dick twitching in Peter’s ass. Once they were sufficiently wet, he pulled his fingers away, a thin string of drool stretching to connect them to Peter’s slick lips. “Fuckin’ gorgeous, Pete, Christ.” His calloused hand wrapped loosely around the hot, rosy cock between them. “Fuck my hand, baby.”

Peter complied without hesitation, rocking his hips and pressing his shaft in and out of the slick tunnel that was Tony’s hand. He cried out when Tony’s thumb caressed the underside of the head as the cock inside of him nailed directly into his prostate. The pressure had already been a lot, but the pleasure was suddenly overwhelming in a new way. He was so close and Tony hadn’t even been touching him for thirty seconds. “F-fuck, Tony, I’m gonna- Ahhhhh-”

“Yeah, cum for me, Pete,” Tony’s warm breath heaved into his ear, tongue sneaking out to lick the outer shell and dip inside briefly at the same time he tightened his grip on Peter’s sensitive member. “Fuck, cum for me, baby, cum on my- Cum on my cock- God-.”

And with a cry, Peter did just that, biting into Tony’s shoulder as the tension in his gut snapped, hole twitch relentlessly around the hard cock inside him as his own shot spurt after spurt of hot cum on his chest; some reached the hollow of his throat and his chin. “God, Tony, shit, shit, shit.”

“Yesssss, Pete, holy fuck.” Tony buried himself inside one last time, his mouth latching onto the column of Peter’s neck as he reached his orgasm, shoving himself inside as deep as possible. His dick twitched, painting Peter’s insides with his spend and making him groan.

They stayed that way for a moment before Tony pulled back to look into Peter’s eyes. “Lemme clean’ya up,” he offered gently as he carefully pulled his softening cock out of the heat of the younger man’s ass. There was a slight burbling sound, and he brushed his lips against Peter’s when he saw the embarrassment flash across his face. “Hol’ on.” Climbing out of the bed, he made his way to the bathroom that was adjoined to Peter’s room.

Peter’s heart was beating uncomfortably in his chest as he lay among the sheets, bringing his hands up to his chest to fiddle with each other anxiously. It couldn’t be over. He wasn’t ready for it to be over. He wasn’t ready to be alone again.

When Tony walked back in, he got back on the bed, gently wiping the cum off Peter’s chest with a warm rag, smirking at the full-body shivers that ran through the young man in response to the cloth being swiped lightly over his nipples. Once his chest was clean, Tony moved down to run the fabric between Peter’s ass cheeks, collecting the milky-white substance that was leaking out of the hole.

“Stay,” Peter whispered, once Tony had thrown the washcloth in the hamper and climbed back into bed at Peter’s invitation of patting the spot beside himself in bed. He wiggled so that his back was pressed up against Tony’s front. His fingers tangled themselves with those on a slightly larger hand and as he let his eyes slip shut, he felt Tony’s lips press a kiss into the sweaty curls at the back of his head.

***

When Peter woke up, it was well past noon. The bed was so warm that the heat from his and Tony’s bodies trapped up under the fluffy comforter would be sweltering if he didn’t crave it so much.

Peter swallowed drily as he looked at Tony’s face in the afternoon light, peaceful in sleep. At some point during their sleep, they had shifted to where they were facing each other. He wanted to trace his fingers along the strong facial features in front of him, but he refrained, not wanting to wake the older man. He knew he needed to talk to Tony. He knew that Tony deserved better. But maybe Peter could be selfish just this once... It was Christmas after all. Tis the damn season and all that.

Leaning forward, with a hand pressed gently against Tony’s chest, Peter pecked his lips against the sleeping man’s in a kiss. He got no response, so he did it again, adding a little more pressure. Tony began to stir; his arm wrapped lazily around Peter’s naked waist, pulling their bottom halves together.

“G’mornin’,” Tony mumbled sleepily as he blinked a few times before his gaze focused on Peter. His voice was scratchy and rough, and Peter’s hips jerked slightly in response as he whispered back his own greeting, partially because Tony had begun to get hard. The mechanic brought up a hand and took hold of Peter’s chin, pulling their mouths together as he ground their burgeoning erections together.

Peter wrapped a leg around Tony’s waist as they lay there on their sides and began to gently rock his hips. “Tony,” he mewled, eyes screwed shut. The words were bubbling up inside him, just like the arousal was blooming in his gut. One of his arms wrapped around Tony’s neck, pulling their bodies together as close as they could get.

“Yeah,” came Tony’s breathy reply. His eyes were roving over Peter’s flushed face as he undulated his own hips, thumb coming up to press against the younger’s spit-slick bottom lip. “Whadisit?”

Peter took the digit into his mouth for a moment and they made eye contact as he swirled his tongue around the tip, fellating it. He released it from his mouth with a pop, biting his own lip. “Am I too late,” he asked quietly, burying his face in the muscled chest before him, pecking tender kisses on the heated flesh. “Do you still love me?” His voice shook as he continued, breath faltering as well as the sensations built up. He squeezed his eyes shut even though Tony couldn’t see the tears building in his eyes as he chased his pleasure, preparing for the inevitable pain that was sure to follow.

“Pete.” The way Tony said his name was reverent, like he didn’t see Peter for the walking mistake that he was. He was breathing heavier now, too, with the exertion of frotting their hard cocks together. “How could I ever stop, baby?” He craned his neck in order to meet Peter’s eyes. “Was just waitin’ on ya t’come home.” He pressed their lips together as Peter’s leg tightened around his waist. “Was always just waitin’ on ya t’come home,” he repeated. A particularly hard thrust had them both groaning, clutching desperately at each other as they chased that euphoric feeling. “’Course I love you, Peter. Now cum for me.”

Peter couldn’t help but obey as a sob burst from his lips, Tony following him over the edge. “I love you,” he cried, as their bodies shook together. “I’m s-sorry Tony, I love you- Don’t go, don’t ever leave me. I won’t- I promise I won’t go again. I can’t go again, I can’t leave you again. I won’t.” Tony’s thumbs came up to wipe the tears from under his eyes, and a kiss was pressed to his temple as he felt himself be pulled into those strong arms.

“I’d never leave you, Pete.”

***

The bed was cold when Peter woke again. He lay there, watching the sunset through his bedroom window. Gentle creaks could be heard as the house groaned under pressure from the falling snow. He rolled over, grimacing at the pain in his lower half and pulling a pillow to his chest. It still smelled of teakwood, smoke, and gasoline. He smiled, burying his face further into the intoxicating scent. “I love you,” he whispered to the empty house, feeling lighter than he had in years.

(Yes, the bed was cold, now. But Tony would be back to warm it up. And he’d have burgers, fries, and a banana milkshake when he returned. Maybe even a joint. Peter was glad he didn’t have to wait long. They’d had just about enough of that over the past seven years.)

#starker #hey it might be a week later than i intended to finish but at least it's out by christmas #bloo writes bad things (tm)#enjoy!

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twobit-anime-trash · 3 years

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Aftermath | D.N.Angel Post-Canon Fix-It Fic

Gen. Satoshi and Daisuke centric

Summery: Satoshi and Daisuke have had a hell of a day. Or: two traumatized teenagers are given a little bit of time to process before the plot catches back up with them. Written as platonic, but can be read as shippy too~

Warnings: SPOILERS for the last chapter of the manga, minor character death mention, emotional hurt/comfort, blood mention, minor injuries

Here on AO3

White hot pain lancing through his nearly useless right arm, a hand crushed against his own, desperately pressing it against the canvas as an overwhelming magical energy pulses and lashes back against him and the room explodes into a roaring noise and a bright white light and-

Awareness returns to him slowly through the fog. Pain is the first to eagerly rush back. His arm throbs fiercely, fire tracing up along the lines of the scars that crisscross his wrist and forearm. Cold, hard concrete pushes against his aching knees and seeps the warmth out of his legs.

It’s quiet here, still. The only sound in the world is the sound of soft breathing somewhere close by. The back of his head echoes empty.

Something heavy and warm is draped across his shoulders and pressed tightly to his side. There’s an itchy spot on his cheek where something sticky is starting to dry and flake. It was probably Kei’s bloo-

A mental door slams shut, years of carefully honed training kicking in to block the emotions rising ugly and tangled in his chest.

He opens his eyes. Blinks for a moment to clear the stars away and process what fills his vision. Canvas. Tightly woven canvas, pure white and untouched. Kokuyoku? That train of thought sputters to a halt, his exhausted brain refusing to keep up.

A small eternity later he works up the energy to turn his head and sees an unmistakable mass of red hair near his shoulder. The Niwa is collapsed against him, head hanging low against his chest.

The Niwa must have felt him move because the arm around his shoulders twitches, and slides further down to stroke a calming hand down his back. Get away, you can’t let people touch you, old instincts scream at him, but it’s surprisingly easy to ignore. Not that he could move if he wanted to. His body is slumped, useless and exhausted, his head is heavy and numb. The Niwa doesn’t speak, just keeps rubbing gentle circles into his back with his thumb.

He doesn’t know how long they sit there, collapsed on the cold floor in silence before he finally registers that something is wrong. The rhythm of the soft, steady breathing beside him has changed, coming quicker and shorter. Here and there a breath hitches and catches for a moment before being released. The Niwa- Daisuke… Daisuke is crying.

Satoshi’s head shoots up before he even finishes processing that information, a stab of fear finally piercing the all-encompassing numbness. Something is wrong and Daisuke is crying and Satoshi-Satoshi has no idea what to do. But the fear is quickly morphing into panic as he desperately searches his mind for an answer, an instinct, something, anything, because Daisuke is crying and something is terribly wrong.

His right arm refuses to move so his left arm twitches, almost involuntarily, before he feels himself lift it. A long buried instinct has finally shaken off the dust and stirred awake, and before he knows it he is reaching out. The panic doubles, spinning faster and faster inside him because he doesn’t reach out, he almost never reaches out because when he does- He waits for the pain to spike behind his eyes, for the burning sensation to crawl its way up his back and tear but-

Nothing comes. His heart is racing in his chest but the back of his head is silent.

Satoshi tries to take a deep breath, fails, and exhales shakily. Before he can think better of it, he continues the aborted movement, raising his arm painfully slowly and reaching out to grab something, anything. His back twists and his knees scream at him for shifting closer and trying to correct the awkward angle but then his fingers are brushing against a warm neck as his hand settles uncertainly in the crook of Daisuke’s shoulder.

Daisuke who suddenly goes still against him. And then very slowly raises his head to look up. Satoshi’s breath catches. Daisuke’s soft red eyes are glossy with the tears that track down his cheeks, his face is flushed, and his mouth hangs open slackly. His jaw works for a moment, like he’s trying to form words or pull his lips into a smile. A hand squeezes around Satoshi’s heart. He opens his mouth to force something out but before he can, Daisuke’s face crumples and he lets out a keening sob as he launches himself at him.

Satoshi freezes on instinct, but Daisuke is not deterred. He almost knocks both of them to the ground in his desperate scramble to get his arms around Satoshi, to grab fistfuls of his shirt and pull him as close as physically possible. He buries his face in Satoshi’s chest, panting warm, wet breaths into the crook of his neck.

The hand Satoshi had on Daisuke’s neck has been awkwardly forced forward so that his entire shoulder is now hooked over the other boy’s. His injured arm is crushed between them and it hurts but he doesn’t dare move. Daisuke is squeezing him like he’s scared that Satoshi will somehow vanish if he doesn’t hold on tightly enough.

No one has ever held him like this before.

Daisuke is saying something now, but between the sobs and a dull roar in his ears, he can’t make it out. The mental door is buckling under the weight of it all; the feeling of his aching body, finally his own again after god knows how much time he’d spent trapped in his own mind, the unspeakable truths that had been revealed to him so suddenly, the warm feeling in his chest that rises almost painfully as Daisuke pulls him impossibly closer.

Without any input from him, his good arm springs into action, latching onto Daisuke with strength he didn’t know he still had left. His eyes are burning and he feels his face twist up as a strangled sob pulls itself from his throat. Nothing he can do can stop this momentum now, and he doesn’t have it in him to even try anymore.

With another choked out cry, his body surrenders to the pull of gravity. All the tension left in him that had kept him frozen upright suddenly releases. He collapses against Daisuke like his strings have been cut, his chin thumping hard against the boy’s shoulder.

Just as Satoshi’s chest feels like it might explode, the mental door finally bursts open and the flood of emotions that surges in overtakes him. He grabs blindly, frantically searching for more support before his hand finds the back of Daisuke’s head and crushes it against him. Fingers catch and tangle into thick hair and pull too hard, but Daisuke doesn’t complain, his arms just squeeze tighter.

Satoshi sobs until his whole body shakes with them, until he can barely breathe around them, until the band of steel around his lungs finally starts to loosen. All he can do is cling to Daisuke like he’s the only thing in the world keeping him from drowning. Pressed tightly against him, Daisuke’s own sobs echo into his chest.

Finally after what seems like an eternity, his body starts to wind down. The flood of tears trickles to a stop. He sniffs around the mucus; he’d almost forgotten how messy crying could actually be. The hand in Daisuke’s hair loosens, and slides down his back as the limb loses its strength.

A strange calm settles over him. It isn’t the same as the numbness of before. Now he’s becoming painfully conscious of everything around him. They’d ended up in a tangle of limbs, there’s nowhere that Satoshi can put his hands where he won’t end up touching Daisuke as well. The salty remains of the tears on his face are irritating the sensitive skin. His dry eyes itch and his throat aches.

He feels wrung out and drained, but strangely lighter somehow. The storm in his head has settled down into a dull background noise. But shame is creeping back in as well, and he feels a blush rise in his cheeks. He was supposed to be comforting Daisuke, not collapsing on him. So weak. All he’s done is shown Daisuke that ugly, embarrassing side of him yet again.

Daisuke is sniffing too. His arms had loosened their death grip a while ago. He carefully retracts one of them and unhooks his chin from Satoshi’s shoulder, pulling back just enough to wedge the arm between them and rub the lingering tears from the corners of his eyes.

Satoshi pulls back as well, scrubs his eyes quickly and efficiently. Waits patiently until Daisuke meets his gaze, willing his face into composure he doesn’t feel. Daisuke looks worn-out. His eyes are puffy and redder than usual, an exhausted ring already starting to line them. He manages a weak smile that doesn’t touch them.

Half of Satoshi wants to apologize, to bury his moment of weakness back behind the walls around his heart. It would be so easy to brush this off as a temporary fluke, an aftereffect of going toe to toe with such a powerful magical artwork. So easy to crush down the fledgling hope sprouting in his chest.

But then Daisuke opens his mouth and with a crooked smile, apologizes to him. For his weakness, for being late, for not being strong enough to help much, and for getting Satoshi’s shirt wet of all things. And yeah, that plan goes out the window.

Satoshi’s sore throat and exhausted mind can’t spit out a counter argument fast enough. Instead, he grabs Daisuke again, pulling him back into the hug and shushing him fiercely. His tongue trips over itself to tell Daisuke exactly how strong, how kind, how brave he is, how dare he call himself weak, honestly the nerve. Daisuke huffs out something resembling a laugh and winds his arms gently around Satoshi’s waist.

And everything falls still again. Not into a deafening silence, but a calm quiet.

They’ll have to move eventually. They’ll have to get up and face the world again. Deal with the fallout of Kei’s death, Dark’s sacrifice, and the magical consequences of such a powerful artwork being sealed. But for now Satoshi sinks back into a warmth he’s been denied for so long.

The rest of the world could wait for them for a few more minutes.

Notes: Look I have a LOT of gripes with the ending of the manga, but one of my biggest ones was that there was no recovery time for our heroes, its just smashcuts to scenes after they left the final battle area. And especially Satoshi, Daisuke at the very veeeery least gets to cry post final battle (and not get comfort from anyone, o u c h), but we barely get a glimpse as to whats going on in Satoshi's head after all the big reveals and traumatic stuff that's happened to him in the past few days. These boys have been through A LOT today, let them have like, five minutes of comfort before they have to continue the plot! So anyway, just a minor fix-it bandaid for the majorly messed up ending, but hey, this is self indulgent fanfic and I'm letting the me have everything I want.

Thanks again to Luanna for the pep talks!

Comments and critiques appreciated~

#d.n.angel #daisuke niwa #satoshi hiwatari #satoshi hikari #D. N. Angel #d.n.angel spoilers #twobit scribbles #fanfiction #my fic #fix-it fic #IF SENSEI WON'T GIVE ME MORE HUGS IN CANON THEN I WILL DO IT MYSELF #This has been up for a week and I'm just now cross posting it here whoop whoop

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yacoka · 3 years

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the journey back

i. a life half-lived

character(s) — tsukishima kei, matsukawa issei

pairing — tsukishima kei x reader

genre — royalty!au, reincarnation!au, soulmate!au

warning(s) — death, PTSD, loss, car accident

beta(s) — @/doughnuts-5ever

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The funeral is something you barely remember, white noise buzzing loudly in your ears as you move around almost mechanically. In front of all these people, you aren’t quite sure how to act, and the subdued pride in you refuses to break down so publicly.

You’re ushered around by warm hands, seated in chairs, drinks pushed into your still hands. Hushed whispers are exchanged above your head, but you can’t be bothered to figure out what it's about. All that runs through your mind is the scene of the accident playing on repeat. You watch it with a morbid fascination, eyes distant as you recall the burning heat on your skin, the stinging in your eyes, the aches on your body. The blood that trickles into your eyes as you scream yourself hoarse at the mangled bodies of your parents, how broken they were, how dull their eyes were.

You blink once. Twice. Thrice.

Cool beige walls greet you as you begin to take in your surroundings. A grey couch, an askew photo frame on the wall, a familiar shirt and worn sweatpants.

“Issei?” Your voice is small, and your breathing begins to quicken. “Issei!”

He comes darting through a door, a towel hanging around his neck. You jump to your feet and dash into his arms, gripping the soft material of his shirt tightly. His arms flail around in surprise for a second before coming to wrap around you tightly. He smooths your hair down, and the familiar action has you calming down.

“You’re at my apartment, it’s okay.” His deep voice grounds you, and you look around to see that, yes, this is Issei’s apartment. One that you’ve been to too many times to count. It is a place you’ve spent many days lounging in, and many nights sleeping over at.

Issei guides you back to the couch gently and you cling to him, refusing to let go of the one thing that was holding you back from tipping over the edge. There are so many words you’d like to say right now, but the only thing that comes out are strangled cries.

Everything that you’ve been holding back since the accident, everything that has been pushing against the flimsy door you’ve hidden it behind comes pouring out in the sobs that wrack through your body. Issei doesn’t bother with words; he knows they aren’t what you need right now.

What you need is family, and he’s all you got left.

“Issei!”

Sweat drips down your neck, soaking the flimsy shirt you wore to bed. All you could focus on was the screeching of car tires and the horrid, wrenching twist of metal twisting as your parents flew out of the car, their broken bodies strewn across the street. And all the blood, god, there was so much bloo-

Your door slams open, and Issei flies in, his hair sticking up in all directions as his sleep-clouded eyes are filled with worry. He slips into bed, kneeling in front of you. The heat of his knees brushing against your legs through the sheets has you shifting uncomfortably, though his presence soothes your panicked mind.

He doesn’t say a word, too accustomed to waking up in the middle of the night to your nightmares. He just sits and waits for your breathing to even out, eyes trained upon your twisting fingers. A familiar silence sits between you as you match your breaths to Issei’s steady breathing.

“I-I had the dream again.” Your voice is soft, trembling ever so slightly. You hate the weakness showing through, and you would give anything to put the usual mask of indifference. But this was Issei. Issei who had been there for you since you were kids, who had watched you skin your knees the first time you tried rollerblading, who had helped you sneak out of the house when your parents were fighting. He was the one who took you in after you lost your parents, and the only one you trusted enough to be vulnerable around.

“Do you wanna go walk?” Issei, ever the reliable best friend. He knows what you need before you even say anything. You nodded, letting him pull you off the bed. It is only with years of familiarity that you allow him to dress you in warm clothes without any shame. He’s seen all of you before, so what was the point in hiding?

You’re out of the house and walking down the dimly lit streets before you even realize, and the creeping shadows in the corner of your eyes has you shifting closer to Issei. He wraps a warm arm around you, pressing you into his side. He’s the only safety you’ve ever known, and that stays true tonight as your raised heartbeat steadies out.

The night is quiet, punctuated only by the distant sounds of cars, the soft rustle of leaves dancing along to a gentle melody playing in the back of your mind. You hum along to it, and Issei merely squeezes your shoulders in response. It’s a song you’ve sung a million times since childhood, and neither of you have bothered to acknowledge that it’s a song you’ve never heard.

You aren’t sure for how long you’ve looped the blocks, and when you’ve arrived back home. All you know is that your mind is no longer a panicked mess, and Issei is by your side, as he used to do, as he’s always done. You owe everything to him, and you would give everything up in the world for him.

“Do you have everything you need?” Issei fusses over you as you give him a tired smile. He had taken it upon himself to take care for you since the accident, and while you appreciated him for it, you didn’t adore the mothering he occasionally did.

“Yes, Issei. I have everything.” Your dry response has him raising his brows and backing away.

“Alright, alright. I get it. No more fussing.” He grins at you, hands raised. “Can you blame me though? You’re heading into college at last.”

A frown slips onto your face. “You’re only a year older than me dipshit. Stop making me sound like your child or whatever.”

“Ah, but you are now. My adoptive child,” he sniffs and pretends to wipe a tear away. “How they grow up so fa-”

The fist you send flying into his stomach is enough to knock the breath out of him, and he groans, dropping to the floor in his usual show of dramatics. You ignore him, stepping over his prone figure and head towards the door. But before your hand lands on the door handle, Issei yells at you to wait.

“What Issei? I’m going to be late at this rate.” He isn’t deterred by your sharp tone and gestures for you to wait as he disappears into his room. “Whatever, just hurry up.”

He comes running back out, brandishing a long, thin thing. Was that a stick?

A vision flashes through your mind's eye, only for a second, but the details are vivid - Issei looking as sleepy as always, but somehow different. His clothes were of olden style, his face littered with scars. And those hands, ones that you were so familiar with, large and calloused were holding a stick too.

You blink rapidly, washing away the lingering after images as Issei, your Issei, waves a lazy hand in front of you, the stick narrowly missing your eyes.

“Oi, earth to Princess.” You scowl at him.

“Don’t call me that.”

“Then don’t zone out when I’m giving you presents.” He pulls a face at you. You mirror his expression, go as far as to stick your tongue out. Issei makes to poke it with the stick, and you lunge back with a shriek.

“Why are you even giving me a stick anyways?” You grumble. Honestly, nineteen years with this guy and you still have no idea how his brain works.

“Because it reminds me of you!” He grins.

Your face falls into a deadpan. “It what?”

“You know, stick, sticky? Like how you dropped your ice cream the other day?”

“You know, I worry for you sometimes,” you drawl, dead eyes boring into his smiling ones. “Besides, didn’t you bring me that already?”

His smile drops. “No? This is the first time I’ve brought you a stick?” Issei narrows his eyes at you. “Who else has been giving you sticks? Was it Makki? I’ll fight his ass!”

“No, it wasn’t Makki. You’re the only weirdo who gives me stupid things like this,” you snicker. “Can I go to school now?”

“Wait! Bring the stick with you.”

You gape at him, brows raising so high it was a wonder they didn’t jump off your face. “No.”

Issei pouts, though you could see the amusement shining through. “Why not? I got it for you as your first day of uni gift.” He shoves the stick closer into your face, and you bat it away.

“Because it’s a stick? And it’s too long for me to fit in my bag?” This doesn’t deter him, instead prompting him to break off a piece of the twig, shoving it into your hand before darting off to your room.

“Okay, here, now you can have a tiny piece of it to put in your pocket. I’ll put the rest in your room!”

“Issei, no-” The fight leaves you, knowing that your stubborn best friend won’t listen to anything you say. Stuffing the piece of twig into your pocket, you yell over your shoulder as you leave the house. “Whatever, I’m leaving.”

His voice calls out from where he still lingers in your bedroom. “Bye Princess! Have a good day at school!”

The journey to the university doesn’t take long, and before you even realize, you’re seated in your first class next to a lanky blond who has his headphones on as he messages someone. You frown slightly at him, an odd sense of deja vu washing over you as you stare at him. He must have felt your gaze on him, as he finally lifts his gaze off his phone to return your frown.

“Can I help you?” Despite the politeness in his words, you pick up on the slight undertone of annoyance. You shrink back from him, and mutter out a soft no, turning your head to stare down at the wooden table instead. You shove your shaking hands into your pockets, your fingers curling around a thin, rough object.

Please look away, please look away, please look away.

He huffs, and turns back to his phone, fingers returning to their rapid dance across the screen. Despite his chilly greeting, you couldn’t shake the odd feeling that settles upon your skin, clinging like spiderwebs. But there isn’t time to contemplate it, not when your teacher’s starting the lesson and your laptop hasn’t been set up yet.

#tsukishima x reader #tsukishima kei #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu tsukishima

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babyharleezy · 2 years

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The imagine could be based on this video https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMNkUFJV7/?k=1 instead of Madison Beer was yn and her ex boyfriend (any guy u want) but at the end she was dating with Jack Harlow

you deserve better

(jack harlow x reader)

bloo's notes: oo okay this is gonna be an interesting one link

tag list: @creme-delacreme @wittyjasontodd @harlowcomehome @sealpuptrash @moody4world @thinkingaboutjharlow

jack harlow had made a big name for himself. he was easy to like. he was sweet but a perfectionist when it came to his work. sooner or later he found himself looking for an assistant. after many many interviews he didn't find anyone, up until the last interview. neelam was the one interviewing and jack would be on a zoom call with neelam so he can be present without actually being there. you just so happened to be the last interview. you were head strong, confident, serious about your work, and you also were a perfectionist like jack. which is why he was so drawn to you, and he gave you the job immediately. well, neelam gave you the job immediately.

you got the job about three years ago. you and jack quickly became very close to each other. you always had a small crush on him but you knew you couldn't act on it considering he was your boss and you also had a boyfriend. you two were always stuck to each other, mainly because of your job. he needed you at all hours and you honestly loved your job, it kept you busy. within the three years jack had a massive crush on you, he didn't care that you worked for him and he hated how you had a boyfriend. but he just wanted you to be happy, whether that was with or without him. he always made an effort to invite you and YOUR boyfriend to places. it wasn't odd to invite your boyfriend since he was also an artist as well. jack hated charlie (puth) but for you, he acted like he loved him.

tonight jack decided to go out the the club and have one last chill, party night before tour starts up again. of course all of his friends and team were there. you were excited to go out and enjoy the night. truthfully your relationship with charlie has been on edge. everyone saw how he treated you so horribly. but you loved him and he didn't always treat you horribly. but as of lately you had just become over all of the shit. so you hoped a night out would help. you were wrong. within minutes of getting into the club, charlie darted to the bar area and he took 4 shots. great you thought. the group and you made your way to the vip section, jack asking you if you were okay because you look irritated. "yeah jack i'm okay. don't worry about me. you have to enjoy one of your last nights before tour. you're gonna be hella tired" you said, trying to get his attention off of you and onto him. he didn't fall for it. he just chose to keep an eye on you tonight. as some time passed by jack spoke up again. "where's charlie?" jack asked. and you had wondered the same thing. the both of your eyes darting around to find your boyfriend. both your eyes and jacks eyes land on charlie making out with some blonde. you were furious. you excused your self and made your way to charlie. you dragged him out of the club within seconds.

"are you fucking serious right now" you yelled. you were frustrated and that led to you crying. "what did you expect me to do? my girlfriend hasn't been satisfying my needs" charlie yelled back. at this point paparazzi's were across the street taking pictures and videos, good thing they couldn't hear anything. the group you had came in with had also made their way outside, going to another club. jack had seen you out of the corner of his eyes and he got neelam's attention quick. the both of them bolting toward you.

"you know what charlie, fuck you. i want all of your shit out of my house in the next 24 hours before i burn all of it to the fucking ground" you yell and push him away from you. you made your way into jack's arms and he instantly took you in, kissing your forehead. "oh i knew you were fucking mr. kfc" charlie spat. "we're not fucking, unlike you i'm loyal. mr. kfc probably has better dick than you" you yelled back in anger before walking away with jack and neelam.

"hey i'll see you guys later. y/n and i are gonna go home" jack announced the group. "jack i'm fine. go enjoy. i'm just gonna go home with neelam" you said. "nah you going home with me. my home is your home now. i'm glad you're done with that clown. i been wanting you ever since i laid my eyes on you" jack said while making y'all's way into the car. "jack are you serious? i've liked you too but i obviously couldn't act on my feelings because i work for you, so i ended up getting a boyfriend" you say in shock.

that whole incident was a year ago. jack took you to his house that night and you never left. you were grateful for him. even the paparazzi pictures showed how much happier you were with jack. "hey baby, you ready to head out?" jack asked, breaking you out of your thoughts. "yeah, i'm reading. Louisville bound" you holler, making jack giggle.

#jack harlow #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow fluff #jack harlow x you #jack harlow fanfic

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calithal-a2 · 3 years

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starter for @fortmiinable / micah.

she doesn’t know HOW she ended up besides micah back in london, and honestly, she doesn’t want to. between the drinks last night with henry and the ‘ CUP OF LAWBREAKING ’ this morning with jane, she was utterly and severely fucked to hell. cj didn’t know WHERE she was going until she was there, and it was TOO LATE to turn around. he looked surprised to see her, like she was SUPPOSED TO ABANDON HIM in london and never check back to see if he was okay. and, well, she very well COULD'VE done that. it wouldn’t have exactly been out of character for her. instead, she’s leaned over him, FUSSING AND SWEARING more than someone who doesn’t care should. but, of course, the TRAITOR of a necklace comes out from hiding, her position allowing it to be taken with gravity until it was swinging where he could see it. the STUPID BLOOD VIAL necklace, with his blood, that was supposed to be A JOKE. it was supposed to be a joke, EXCEPT IT WASN'T. she rarely takes it off. in fact, she’s HAD IT ON this whole time. every fight, he was there. his fingers reach to grasp it, GENTLE. cj should be slapping his hand away, she would for anyone else who thought it would be clever to put their hands SO CLOSE to her neck. “ i- i forgot to take it off, that's all. ” she sounds TOO FLUSTERED for her liking, her breathing had gotten so shallow for such a little thing. cj wishes she could tuck the necklace, and HER HEART, right back under her shirt never to be seen again.

#why this soft tho #༊⊹°. “ in character ” … i can’t come down‚ you’ll stop asking for me.#༊⊹°. “ verse: post-invasion ” … we are all going forward‚ none of us are going back.#fortmiinable

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fanfictiongreenirises · 4 years

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thank you @highwarlockofinnsbruck for tagging me in this!!! pls ignore that it’s like 3 months late 🥺

1. Do you make your bed?

kinda? i don’t move around in my sleep like. at all. so all i have to do is just turn the doona back over after i get out ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

2. What’s your favourite number?

i don’t have a specific favourite, but i do favour prime numbers (maybe bc i’m currently a prime number?) and also numbers divisible by 5

3. What is your job?

uni lol, and i’ve started tutoring a kid to improve his writing skills. back before the pandemic i’d also do like emails and stuff for a weekend school here

4. If you could go back to school, would you?

yr 11 and 12, maybe, if i wasn’t worried about getting into uni. the rest of school? lol no. although, i miss the amount of free time i had and how much easier assessments were. but PE and the perpetual anxiety bc private school and also hs drama and the horror that was primary school? solid no

5. Can you parallel park?

sometimes?

6. A job you had that would surprise ppl?

a Lot of ppl were surprised when i told them about my dip into the fast food industry lmao

7. Do you think aliens are real?

heck yea

8. Can you drive a manual car?

Officially, no. But my dad gave me a couple lessons before we sold our manual car and I mostly have the basics down ^~^

9. What’s your guilty pleasure?

look, i got past guilt after being a taylor swift fan in high school and also writing hamilton fanfics. everything now is shameless ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

10. Tattoos?

nah. both from a religious perspective and also a ‘i don’t want anything permanent on my body bc i’m indecisive as Fuck and also why would i do that when henna exists’ perspective

11. Favourite colour?

porple and also bloo

12. Favourite type of music?

no clue. now that I actually use spotify I’ll just. listen to everything. soft rock is nice?

13. Do you like puzzles?

I’M A SLUT FOR PUZZLES

14. Phobias?

i Cannot w balloons when they go wrinkly. i think i discovered this when i was like,,, 6? and we went to this uni open day and we came home w So Many helium balloons like enough to fill our whole living room. and a few days later i could Not enter that room bc of the creepy dead balloons ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

15. Favourite childhood sport?

BOLD OF YOU TO ASSUME I DID SPORTS EVER i rly liked badminton w my cousins? i never went into anything bc i’m not about that life. bike riding too?

16. Do you talk to yourself?

not out loud lol

17. What movie do you adore?

alskdjfh based on movies i’ve watched the most, the les mis movie adaptation bc i mean what else would u have me do? watch the version w nICK JONAS? i honestly just need to find another good bootleg ;~;

18. Coffee or tea?

coffee, although lockdown has resulted in me steadily developing a tea addiction

19. First thing you wanted to be growing up?

i think a vet?

I tag @sassydefendorflower @penguinwithitsarseonfire @simpliciteastudies and @miaintheskywithbubbles ^~^ (no pressure to anyone =) )

#tag games #THANK YOU FOR TAGGING ME!!!!

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fresh-outta-jams · 5 years

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Tattoos and Tutus: Part 1

Tattoos and Tutus

Jungkook x Reader

Author: Admin MoRo

Summary/Prompt: You get a call in the dead of night, “Y/N-ah....I need you...please...It’s Ji Ran...” And you thought you were just his daycare provider who’s day ended when the last child left but you were sorely wrong. Single Dad! Jungkook x reader

Warnings: Fluff with some slight scare?

Word Count: 4kish

Parts: 1, 2

Burrrrrooom!

You hear the familiar sound of a motorcycle pulling up to your daycare. Then the sudden quiet of it shutting off and the click of the stand being put down so the vehicle doesn't fall over.

"Ji Ran! Your father is here!" You yell out to the little three year old. Grabbing her coat for her, you squat down and wait for her to make her way to you through the other children. Her little round sweet face comes into view, black pigtails bouncing.

You hold out her coat and help her into it. "Do you have your bag?" You ask while buttoning her up. She shakes her head and runs to get it, her sparkly pink tutu swishing around her. Just as she runs away, her father walks in.

Jeon Jungkook.

Today he has on a black leather jacket with a plain white tee under it. His black ripped jeans and tan timberland boots move gracefully towards you. Shaggy black hair gets swept from those piercing dark eyes in one smooth motion of his tatted hand which makes his equally tatted arm muscles shift and move with the motion underneath that leather jacket. You can hear the clinking of his multiple piercings as his hand brushes against his ear.

If you saw him on the street while you were by yourself, you honestly would be nervous. He has that hard yet charming look to him. Much like nightshade, gorgeous and pretty but deadly once you get too close.

He flashes you a quick smile of white teeth. "Hello Y/N. I hope Ji Ran was good today." He says while those dark eyes search for his daughter. You bow slightly.

"Hello Jungkook-ssi. Yes, she was an angel today as she always is." You tell him the same thing every day. Which isn't a lie. Ji Ran is an actual angel for you. She reminds you of the type of daughter you'd want if you ever have kids. But that isn't in the cards for you right now.

You see Ji Ran running back to you before Jungkook does. "Ah here she comes."

"Ji Ran-ah!" Jungkook yells out while dropping to his knees, his face breaking into an impossibly large smile. He spreads his arms out wide as Ji Ran flings herself into his embrace. "Daddy!" She yells back, burying her face into his chest.

"I missed you today." His voice rumbles softly but still loud enough for you to hear. He hugs her tight, enveloping her small body in his arms. He is a man completely opposite of his appearance when he's with his daughter. The badass tatted man who walked in off of a motorcycle instantly dissolves into a squishy cutie once he sees his daughter.

You look away from this intimate moment and try to busy yourself with helping the other kids.

Every day it is the same thing but every time it pulls at your heart strings with their love for each other. It is so pure and unconditional. Another thing you hoped to have one day.

Jungkook stands up with Ji Ran, her little arms clasped around his neck. He looks to his daughter. "Did you tell Ms.Y/N goodbye and give her a hug?" She shakes her head. He sets her down and she runs to you, hugging you around your neck. "Bye-bye Ms.Y/N." Ji Ran says in her little voice. You give her a light squeeze. "Goodbye Ji Ran. I will see you tomorrow!" You tell her. She lets go of you and goes back to her father. He scoops her up and throws you another white smile. "See you tomorrow Y/N." You nod and bow slightly again. Jungkook and Ji Ran then give you a small wave as they walk out to his motorcycle.

You remember the first time Jungkook came to your daycare. Ji Ran was so young, around one year old actually. He came on that same motorcycle and you were so confused as to why this young handsome man was at your daycare. "Maybe he's picking up a sibling. But in a motorcycle? That cannot be safe." You thought to yourself. You just became even more confused when you saw him pull out a small child from the side car that was hidden from your view. He slung a diaper bag over his shoulder and put the child on his hip while he struggled to take off her little helmet. You stood there watching for a little bit until you decided to go help him.

"Here let me help you." You told the young man while you quickly unclipped the helmet from the child who was clearly getting irritated. The young man looked at you and blushed a little in embarrassment. "Thank you." He tried to bow some which was difficult with a child and diaper bag. You nodded and bow back. "You're welcome."

He sees you looking at the motorcycle. "Oh yeah... I don't have enough money to buy a car yet...and the bus can be too slow... so I have this from when I restored it..." He looks down at the ground. You're not sure how to respond to that so you just nod. "Ah I see.."

Attempting to break the awkwardness, the young man gestures to your daycare with his head. "Are you Y/N-ssi?" He asks you.

"Yes, I am. Are you dropping your sister off because I'll need you to sign some paper work if she's going to coming here regularly." You inform him.

The young man blushes again, this time a deeper red. "She's..um... she's my daughter actually." He looks very uncomfortable. You scold yourself for being insensitive and assuming.

"A-ah no no it's my fault! I'm sorry for just assuming. Please forgive me." You also give him another bow. He shakes his head. "It's alright. I get that all the time. I know I look a lot younger than my age which is already young." He tells you. Now you're even more curious.

"If you don't mind me, how old are you?" You ask him. You already found him intriguing but now even more so. He rubs the back of his neck with his free hand. "I'm 22."

"Oh that is young, he's around my age." You think to yourself.

"You're around my age." You're not sure why you told him that but it seemed to make him feel better. Maybe he was afraid of you judging him if you were a lot older. He gives you a small smile, looking a little more at ease. "You said I needed to fill out paperwork?"

"Y/N-ah...Y/N-ah... Can you hear me?" A familiar voice pulls you out of your flashback. Jungkook has his face close in front of yours. You back away in surprise. "Jungkook-ssi! I thought you left!"

He laughs a little, "I thought so too but I forgot to tell you something that I noticed."

You raise an eyebrow. "Yes?"

He leans back some on his heels, his hands clasped behind his back. "We've known each other for how long now? 2 or so years?" You nod, not sure where this is going. "Yeah around that."

He continues, "That's probably enough time to be more than acquaintances right?" You just continue to nod. "So... are we friends then? You can stop calling me 'Jungkook-ssi', it sounds weird to me, especially with us being close in age." He points out, rubbing the back of his neck. You notice the nervous habit.

Was he nervous to ask to be friends?

You laugh at his cute reaction. You and him were getting closer you realize. Sometimes when he'd have a question about child care, he'd ask you since he was pretty far away from his parents. "I'd consider us friends. I just was never sure since I'm the daycare provider and I was raised to when in doubt be polite." You tell Jungkook with a small smile. He returns your smile with one of his.

"Ah okay that's good." He rubs his neck a little more but seems less nervous. "That's all I needed to say. I-I'll see you tomorrow Y/N-ah." Jungkook gives you another bright smile and walks back out.

"Goodbye Jungkook...-ah." You wave goodbye and smile back.

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*RING* *RING* *RING*

"Ughhhhh." Your cellphone rings in the dead of night, pulling you from your sleep.

"Who in the world is calling at this time?" You grasp blindly for your phone, eyes still bleary from sleep. You click the green button without even looking at the name.

"Y/N-ah! Finally you answered! I-it's Ji Ran! I-i don't know what to do! Something is wrong and and...and I don't know what to do!"

Now you're wide awake. "Jungkook-ah what's wrong? What's going on?"

You sit straight up in your bed, fear pooling deep in your stomach.

Please let nothing have happened to Ji Ran.

"I-i don't know! We were up having a midnight snack since she gets hungry late at night and and then she couldn't breathe. S-so I rushed her to the hospital but they wouldn't let me go back with her. I-i feel like I'm going crazy. I don't know what to do..." Jungkook sounds like he's in full panic mode. You can hear the desperation in his voice.

"Y/N-ah... I-i need you...please..now..."

The sheer volume of those little quiet words weigh on you. Your heart cracks as his voice does.

"Where are you at right now? Which hospital?" You ask, quickly pulling on clothes, not daring to end the call with Jungkook.

"The General Hospital." He responds. You hear the clicking of his boots pacing back and forth and the shallow quick breaths he takes.

"I'm on my way right now." You grab your keys, start your car and fly like the wind.

"Okay thank you...thank you..." He breaths into the phone, clearly relieved. He seems to be calming down.

Jungkook ends the call once he sees you walk into the waiting room. He walks over to you then suddenly pulls you into a hug.

"Thank you so much..." he whispers, breath tickling your ear. A bit stunned, you just stand there and nod. "O-of course."

Jungkook pulls back from you and sits down in one of the plush chairs. He bounces his leg nervously and keeps looking around. You stay silent for a little bit, assessing the situation. You shift to look at Jungkook.

"Ah..Jungkook-ah...what happened? Did the doctors say anything?" You ask him. He looks up at you.

"They said something about a reaction and then a lot of other medical terms. I'm not sure. I don't remember. I was so scared and all I could hear was Ji Ran gasping for air and blood roaring in my ears..." He drops his head into his hands.

"I-i thought I was a good dad...I'm supposed to protect her...I just don't want anything to happen to her..." His small defeated voice cracks your heart again. "It's always been just me and her since we had to leave Busan and my parents..."

You just stay silent as Jungkook's walls break down and everything spills out.

"I had Ji Ran young. You know that. I was a young and stupid 21 year old college kid. Her mother was my age in the same college. We'd been dating for a little while before Ji Ran was born...I-i thought we were going to be together forever especially after she was born but that wasn't true..." Jungkook took a shaky breath and trudged on.

"Ji Ran was just a mistake for her."

You try to control the anger flaring up. From your years of caring for her, you came to love her little bright self. How could anyone just up and leave Ji Ran? Or Jungkook, who loves his daughter with every fiber in his being? How could she be so heartless?

His soft voice pulls you out of your head. "Ji Ran's mother took off after she was born and left me with Ji Ran but she was the best accident in my entire life. I-i didn't realize how much I could love someone until I saw her. My entire world changed when I first held her..." His voice cracks again and his eyes get watery.

Jungkook rubs at his eyes aggressively trying to stop the tears. He sniffs loudly. "I tried to do both, be a dad and still go to college. My parents took care of her as I finished that year out but I realized I missed her so much. I didn't want to go to school anymore. Ji Ran was growing up so fast and I was missing things because I was at school. So I dropped out..." He chuckles a little, rubbing his eyes some more.

"My parents were furious when I told them I was dropping out but grew to understand. I had learned enough in my business courses so I used some of my savings and bought my tattoo parlor, Euphoria Tattoos." You glance at the tapestry of tattoos winding up and down his arms and hands. The colors and designs peeking in and out of view as he shifts positions. You've never seen his tattoos this up close before... Each one seemed to tell a different story.

"I've always liked tattoos, drawing, and being creative so I figured why not? It won't hurt to try... but I would have to move to Seoul to do it. That meant I had to leave my family back in Busan and take Ji Ran with me to a new city all by myself... I-i was scared shitless to do it. I already took care of Ji Ran myself so the burden wasn't put all on my parents and to show I could be a good dad at a young age but it was scary. What if something happened? My family was so far away. What if I couldn't protect her? T-then tonight happens and shows me..." His voice cracks more and he sniffs again.

You reach over and grab one of his hands. "You are a good father Jungkook-ah. One of the best I've seen. You care so much for Ji Ran and you always put her first. I know she will be just fine. The doctors just have to run some tests or something. It’ll all be alright.”

Jungkook looks up at you. "You promise?" You nod and give him a small smile.

"I promise."

He gives you a soft smile back and squeezes your hand. "Okay."

You stay silent for a little bit, thinking about everything Jungkook told you. He just spilled his entire life to you...

"Jungkook-ah?" You softly get his attention. He looks up at you, those normally piercing dark eyes now soft and watery, looking millions of years older. "Thank you for...telling me." He looks away, his cheeks coloring red a little. "Y-you're welcome...i-it just felt right to."

For the next couple hours Jungkook keeps holding your hand like it's his lifeline. Your eyes grow heavy with the need to sleep as the adrenaline eventually wears off. Your head keeps nodding until Jungkook says something about it.

"Y/N-ah, if you're tired you can take a nap. I'm alright now, I promise." He tells you softly. You wave away his words.

"Ah no no I'm fine... I'm not tired at all." You reply sleepily. Jungkook sighs and wraps an arm around your waist to pull you closer. You try to push away from him but he tightens his arm around you.

"Y/N-ah." He says in soft yet stern voice. "You're tired, sleep. I don't need you trying to stay awake and then drive home tired. You could get in an accident. I'll wake you up if there's news about Ji Ran." To emphasize his point, he grabs your head and puts it on his shoulder.

You are surprised by his actions and words but give into your need to sleep. "He does have a good point..." You think as you drift off to sleep.

It feels like only moments later when Jungkook is nudging you awake. "Y/N-ah... the doctor is here." You pull yourself off him and rub your eyes. "Mnngh okay.." You reply sleepily.

Jungkook stands up and offers you a hand. You take it and stand up next to him. The doctor begins to fill you both in on what went on with Ji Ran.

"Jungkook-ssi" The doctor bows slightly to him and to you next, "And you must be Ji Ran's mother." Surprised you tried to explain the situation, "I-i'm-" But Jungkook butts in.

"Ah yes she is, she was caught up with things at her parents house." He nudges you to follow what he was saying. Not sure what was going on, you just smile and nod. The doctor smiles softly at you two and continues with their report.

"I'm Dr.Park. I’ve been taking care of your daughter. After the tests we ran we found out why she had such a hard time breathing when she came in." The young-looking doctor stated. "We learned she has allergies to mangos. The mangos caused an allergic reaction which made her throat swell up and caused the breathing issues. As long as you keep her away from mangos, she should be just fine. I'll give you a prescription for EpiPens and show you both how to use them once Ji Ran wakes up so you all can learn."

Jungkook almost falls to his knees in relief but you grip his arm to keep him up. He was visibly shaking. "Thank you Dr.Park. C-can I go see her now?" The doctor nods, "Yes you can. Follow me, I'll show you to her room." As the doctor turns their back to you two, you look at Jungkook.

"What was that?" You whisper harshly at him. He looks down at the passing floor tiles. "If you're not kin, you can't see her and I knew you'd want to see her..." He whispers back softly.

"Oh.. thank you..." Now you felt like an ass. Jungkook knew how much you cared for Ji Ran. Your heart melted a little more for the large man next to you.

Soon you reached Ji Ran's room and Dr.Park let you in. Ji Ran was sound asleep in the big hospital bed, looking so tiny. Jungkook went right up to the side of her bed and began to smooth her hair down. You turn towards Dr.Park and bow. "Thank you so much for your help. How long will she have to stay here?"

Dr.Park picks up Ji Ran's charts and flips a page up. "Only until tomorrow morning. We just wanted to keep her under watch to make sure the medicine doesn't cause an allergic reaction or any other complications. We'll come in later to show you all how to use the EpiPens." You nod and bow to thank Dr.Park.

Dr.Park nods in response and exits the room, leaving you and Jungkook alone with Ji Ran.

Ji Ran stirs and wakes up. "Daddy?..." she croaks softly. Jungkook grabs her hand and holds it to his cheek. "I'm here baby... I'm here." He leans over and kisses her face all over, trying to make her giggle. "Daddy... stop...I'm too tired." She giggles lightly. He stops and kisses just her forehead. "Alright my princess, you need to sleep."

You walk closer to the bed but stay behind Jungkook, not wanting to burst the moment. Ji Ran noticed you even as you tried to melt into the background.

"Ms.Y/N!" Ji Ran exclaims even as her little eyelids droop with exhaustion. You reach over to move a piece of Ji Ran's hair behind her ear.

"Hi Ji Ran-ah...How are you feeling?" You ask softly, stroking her face. She smiles softly at you, "I'm tired and scared. But happy now that you and Daddy are here." You smile softly back. "I'm glad."

Jungkook looks up at you and grabs your hand with his free hand. You look down into those dark eyes. So many feelings swirl in those eyes, making them soften and shine at you. Your heart melts even more. He smiles up at you and squeezes your hand. "Thank you." His eyes say to you. You nod back in response.

"Daddy?" Ji Ran's small voice pulls your attentions back to her. "Can you hold me?...I'm scared to stay here alone..." Her little body twists to face Jungkook.

"Of course baby but you're not alone. I’m going to spend the night with you." He whispers to her as he gently picks up Ji Ran and pulls her close to his chest, hugging her tightly. He walks over to the reclining chair and sits down with her. Ji Ran sprawls out on Jungkook's chest with her tiny thumb in her mouth, looking at peace. He starts to rub her back and hums softly to get her to fall back asleep.

You go sit down in another chair and curl up, resting your head on the arm. As you watch how Jungkook is with Ji Ran, your heart grows tenfold at the scene in front of you.

Jungkook glances up at you, catching your attention. "Thank you so much." He mouths to you. You smile and mouth back. "Of course." The smile he gives you could light up a whole room. Your heart aches at the sight of it.

"He's the type of dad I would want for my kids..." You think, still looking at the little family in front of you. "He cares so much for Ji Ran..." You continue to think, your heartbeat growing faster at the sight of Jungkook. "Oh no..." You feel butterflies forming in your stomach, bumping around.

Jungkook takes one last look at you, those dark eyes burned into yours and you fear he'd be able to see inside your thoughts. See what you were feeling and desperately trying to hide. You look away from him as he drops his chin onto Ji Ran's head, falling asleep. You close your eyes too, cheeks flushed in the dark room.

The sounds of Jungkook's and Ji Ran's rhythmic breathing lull your exhausted body to sleep.

Sunlight softly streams in between the openings in the blinds. "Mmmngg..." You groan while stretching your body, popping your shoulders and rolling your neck. You open your eyes to an unfamiliar place. But then you remember. "Ji Ran's hospital room."

Sitting up, you look around the room while rubbing leftover sleep from your eyes. Jungkook is awake with Ji Ran eating a light breakfast. He notices you're awake. "Oh you're up? Did you sleep well?" He asks sincerely while helping Ji Ran eat, the little girl looking up to smile at you then went back to eating.

You nod. "I did... Thank you for asking." Jungkook gives you a soft smile and turns his attention back to his daughter. Your heart flutters again at his words and that soft smile. You push your hand into your chest, trying to will your heart to stop fluttering.

That was the last thing you needed was to fall in love with one of your clients... But oddly enough Jungkook didn't seem like just a client anymore. You two had a... special bond now. Your eyes found Ji Ran sitting in her dad's lap, happily eating.

Your special bond was Ji Ran.

She brought light and happiness to your world. You had a special spot for her in your heart. Jungkook seemed to know that too.

You quietly got up to use the restroom. While you were gone Jungkook looked down at his daughter. "Ji Ran-ah." He whispered so you wouldn't hear him.

Ji Ran looked up at her father. "Yes daddy?" She whispered back.

"Do you like Ms.Y/N?" He asked Ji Ran.

She nodded aggressively and a big smile spread across her face. "More than that. She's the mommy I've always wanted. She plays with me and feeds me yummy snacks and always hugs me. I love Ms.Y/N." Jungkook can see the light shining in his daughter's eyes when she speaks about you. You really have made an impression on her these past two years.

Jungkook snuggles his daughter close. "Me too sweetie... me too."

Part 2???

#kpopwonderlandtag #armyofwriters #jungkook #bts #bts jungkook #bts imagines #jungkook x reader #single dad au #kpop imagines

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