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fangirlstorycreator · 11 months

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Max Parish X Reader

Context: Your heavily pregnant and very hungry, so Max gets you a burger and fries 🍔🍟🥤 💚

"Max? Maaax?" "Sorry babes I was in the other room, what up?" "Have we got anything decent to eat in the kitchen fridge before we go for the pregnancy checkup? I'm feeling a little hungry" "Aww my poor babes, I'll go and check" Ever since you had got pregnant, you were always very happy to do things for yourself, and all Max wanted to do was wait on you hand and foot. You were carrying his baby girl after all, but because you were quite strong headed and independent, you loved the attention, but didn't really need it. However, that wasn't until you started getting bigger, and by the time you had hit the 8 month mark, you belly was so big and heavy, and you struggled to do anything, that you had to ask Max for help. He was over the moon about it, doing anything he could to help you. From helping you put your shoes on to massaging your swollen ankles. He was so loving and caring, and you were so happy to be starting a family with him, you knew he'd be the best daddy.

"I'm sorry babes, all we have is the left over roast dinner scraps from last night and some snacks. But I did get this for you" He sat beside you and handed you a tube of sour cream and onion pringles, it was your go to pregnancy craving.

"Aww thanks babe, your a star" "After the appointment, I'll go and do a food shop from our local place. Sound good?" "Yes, thank you Max" "Your welcome babes. Are you ready to go?" He helped you stand up and grabs all the things you needed for the appointment, then he helps you into the car and your on your way to the hospital. When you arrived, you had to stay in the waiting room where there was another 3 couples, all looking like they were in the late stages of pregnancy. Max helped you sit down and sat beside you too, waiting for the appointment. A nice nurse pops out of the main door and announces "My apologies everyone, but the doctor is stuck in traffic and is going to be another hour before he is able to get hear. We will fully compensate you if you wish to reschedule, but if not, we can offer you free drinks during your wait. Thank you" She walked back in and all the women, including you, grumble at the news. "Oh no, another hour? But today was the only day we could get"

"I know babes. I have a thought, what if instead of not being able to go shopping and not having enough time later, I pop out during the wait and grab what we need? That way you can keep the space, you wont have to get in and out of the car as much and we can get everything done that we need to with time to spare?" "That sounds like a really good idea babe, I'm quite happy to wait hear, I can see some nice magazines on this little coffee table too so I wont be bored" "Alright then, just give me a call if anything happens and I'll be right hear ok babes?" "No proboem" He gives you and kiss before telling you he loves you, then he heads out of the hospital.

You liked his idea and it made a lot of sence, so you made yourself comfortable and started to read some magazines. It had been half an hour into the wait, when all of a sudden your stomach started to growl with hunger. You would get like this during your pregnancy, just sudden bouts of hunger and you desperately needed to eat something decent. You had ran out of pringles and were now stuck. You were hoping in your mind that Max would grab some snacks on his trip out. But strangely to your suprise, Max returns to the waiting room, with something for you.

"Hey babes, I'm all finished with the shopping. Aaannnddd....I got you a little something..." He said in a cheeky voice as he sat next to me. "Is that what I think it is Max?" "Oh yes babes, your favourite from Burger King! Chicken Louisiana steakhouse burger with fries and a diet coke. I knew you would start to get hungry about now, and you know I always want to make sure both my girls get exactly what they need"

"I love you so much Max, you are the perfect boyfriend" "Yehhh I know...now enough about me! Let's dig in!" It appears he had bought himself a burger too, and he joins you as you tuck into yours. You didn't care where you were or how you looked, you were just enjoying it so much, with an enormous pregnant belly and devouring a delicious burger. When the 3 other pregnant ladies saw you, they started licking their lips and looking at your food. One of the ladies asked Max "Excuse me? But how far away is this Burger King?" "Oh it's just across the street, if you look out this window you can see it"

The lady looked at her husband and gave him the butterfly eyes. He chuckled and stood up pulling his wallet our of his back pocket. And it seemed the other two ladies had the same idea, one nudged her husband when she saw the food, and the other was already opening the door to head outside.

By the time they'd all come back, they were holding the little brown bags containing food for their pregnant wifes. You and Max were giggling to yourselves at the fact that him bringing you food was now catching on. "Well, that's a fun way to pass the time isn't it babes?" "You could say that again Max" About 10 minutes after all the ladies had finished their food, the doctor came stumbling in looking flustered. "I'm so sorry everyone, the traffic was awful! I hope the wait wasn't to bad" All the ladies just looked at their husbands and smiled, they all said similar things, but pretty much they didn't mind, especially after having the little treat. "Alright then, let's see...Miss L/N and Mr Parish?" "Oh yeh that's us" Max shouts out, he helps you up and you head into the room with the doctor. He gets you to lie down on the bed and puts the gel on your stomach, checking everything is alright with the baby, with Max sat but your side holding your hand. "I must say, I'm very suprised that everyone is in a good mood in the waiting room today" "Why do you say that doctor?" "Well because all those ladies always seem quite grumpy when they have their appointments. And with the delay on my part, I'm just suprised they all look like their in a good mood?"

Max chuckles because he knows exactly why that is. "Well doctor, I think that's because of my wonderful boyfriend hear. You see when we were waiting for you, he very kindly did some errands while I sat comfortably. And when he came back, he brought a meal for me from Burger King. The other ladies saw this, and..." "They got their husbands to get them some too? Ah now I see, that's clever thinking Mr Parish" "I was just trying to look out for my girls" "And in doing so, you've also managed to cheer up the other ladies too, so they wont bite me when I give them their check up" "Bite you? I hope you don't mean literally?" "Oh I do, pregnancy hormones can really change a woman" You all share a little laugh as he finishes the check up, then you sit yourself up ready for what the doctor has to say. "Well Miss L/N, your baby is looking very healthy and my estimate for delivery is between 7 and 8 pounds, a lovely healthy weight" "Yeh...until it comes to the time where i have to push...." Max gives your hand a squeeze. "Don't worry babes, it will be over before you know it. Thank you doctor" "Your welcome, have a nice day" You both leave the room and the hospital and sit back into the car together. He helps you put your seatbelt on for you, and as he does that, you plant a cheeky kiss on his cheek. "What was that for babes?" "Just for being you" "Awww, your adorable. You know...I may have bought a little...whipped cream while i was out. How about i make you feel a little more...comfortable when we get back home" "I like the sound of that, just as long as you don't mind me with a big belly" "Babes I love you no matter how big you get, there's just more of you to love, to feel, to kiss..." "Oh Max...why aren't you starting the car already?!" And with that, he gives you a quick cheeky kiss, then drives you back home.

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sgmamacita · 2 years

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Kasey's POV

𝗪𝗔𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗨𝗣 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 a yawn, I stretched as the scent of bacon instantly made my stomach growl. The smell made my mouth water, and I got excited about eating. I climbed out of bed at the speed my stomach would allow me and freshened up in the bathroom. I walked downstairs to see Alissa sitting in the living room on the sofa, watching some reality show, so I assumed her mother was in the kitchen. As I stood in the entryway, I watched Mrs. Lopez cook breakfast at the stove. She looked up at me and smiled as I walked to the fridge and grabbed some water.

“Look who’s awake. How did you sleep?” Zavia asked, pouring scrambled eggs onto a plate.

“Good.” I nodded, unscrewing the cap from the bottle.

“Well, breakfast is just about ready. I bet you’re hungry.” Mrs. Lopez smiled at me, and I nodded.

“Of course,” I answered, sitting on the island chair.

“Alissa, ven a comer, cariño.” Mrs. Lopez called out to her daughter. ( “Alissa, come eat, darling.” )

My best friend entered the kitchen and sat next to me. Her mother handed us plates, and the food looked delicious that my mouth watered. Mrs. Lopez turned the stove off before turning to me and speaking.

“Would you girls like some orange juice?” Zavia asked her daughter and me.

“Yes, please.” I smiled, nodding my head. She poured two glasses of juice before handing them to us.

After closing the fridge, Alissa’s mother sat to my right, and we started talking.

“I think I want to try a home or water birth,” I announced, making the other women look up at me.

“Why?” Alissa asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I don’t want to leave the comfort of home,” I answered, shrugging my shoulders. “Or maybe a water birth at a facility specializing in that.”

“Would there be doctors and nurses there?” Alissa asked, drinking her orange juice.

“I don’t want many people in the room. Just you, me, your mom, and a midwife.” I swallowed my food before drinking my juice and said, “I was thinking of your mom or midwife delivering the baby.”

“I can call a friend and talk to her about making some arrangements,” Zavia replied, smiling at me. I returned the smile and nodded.

“So, what’s the plan for today?” Alissa asked, finishing up her breakfast.

“I say we have a relaxing spa day or something.” Mrs. Lopez suggested, placing her plate in the sink so she could wash them. “Maybe get some manicures.”

“I love the sound of a massage because my feet have been killing me.” I groaned at the thought of a rubdown.

Once I finished eating the rest of my breakfast, I went upstairs to my room and took a shower while Alissa’s mom cleaned up the kitchen. When the temperature pleased me, I stripped off my night clothes and stepped inside. I washed up, massaging my back a little bit since it ached. After I washed up, wrapped my towel around myself, and dried off, I dressed in a pair of black biker shorts, Aaliyah t-shirts, and lavender crocs. I slicked my hair back into a bun, grabbed my phone off the charger, and headed back downstairs, waiting for Alissa and Zavia.

When they made it down the steps, we walked out of my house, and I locked the door behind me. Mrs. Lopez decided to drive, so I handed her my keys and got in the passenger seat while Alissa got in the back.

“So, would you girls rather go get massages first or pedicures?”

“I’d rather go get massages first,” I answered, rubbing my stomach.

“Yea, me too,” Alissa said, nodding her head in agreement.

“Alright, off to the spa it is.” Zavia smiled, putting her sunglasses on before driving off.

As we passed trees and shops, I stared out the window at the sun shining bright in the sky, thinking of my baby. I thought of who he’d look like, the color of his eyes, and whether he would have a head full of hair. Honestly, I never knew who or what my first baby would look like. I wouldn’t care if my baby had down syndrome; I would still love them with every fiber in my body as any mother should, regardless of their situation with the father.

Arriving at the Serenity Day Spa, Zavia parked the car, and the three of us got out. As we walked inside, the scent of jasmine and rose hit my nose. They say those two scents are to relax and calm a person, and I believe it. Two women behind the reception desk smiled at us.

“Hello, welcome to Serenity Day Spa. How can we assist you?” One woman greeted us as we walked up to her.

“I have reservations for three and a prenatal massage under Lopez,” Zavia answered, nodding her head.

“Ah yes, Mrs. Lopez, I see your reservations here. Also, I see someone’s expecting. Congratulations.” The woman praised, smiling at me. “How far along are you?”

“Six months,” I replied, bringing my hand up to my belly with a smile.

“Do you know the gender?” The woman asked, grabbing our keys from under the desk.

“Boy,” I replied, feeling my baby move.

“Lucky I wanted a boy, but I got a girl instead. And I love her.” The woman explained, laughing at herself. “Well, here are your locker keys. Enjoy your relaxation.”

“Thank you.” I nodded, taking my key from Zavia.

We waved at the reception workers and went to the locker room to change. I stripped out of my clothes, switched to my bikini, and put on the comfortable white robe that rested inside the locker, along with soft white slippers. The three of us closed our lockers and walked to the massage room.

“Welcome, ladies. I see you’re the woman getting the prenatal massage.” The female masseuse spoke politely, smiling at me.

“Yes, that's me,” I replied, nodding my head.

“Well come on and relax.” The masseuse waved me over, smiling.

I untied my comfortable robe, lay on the pregnancy massage table, and relaxed. As the masseuse used firm strokes pressing deep into my muscles, I felt my eyes close at the euphoric feeling. Who knew prenatal massages feel this good? So good you’ll end up falling asleep.

“Psst Kasey? Are you sleeping?” I hear my annoying best friend ask from her table.

“Mhmm,” I mumbled as the masseuse worked on my shoulders. She massaged a knot that had my toes curled.

“This massage feels so…good.” Alissa moaned, grasping my hand in hers.

“I know it does. My back never felt better.” I replied, agreeing with her.

I didn’t know about Alissa, but I didn’t want this fantastic feeling ever to end. This woman sure did know how to use her hands.

The masseuses led Alissa and me into a room where pedicure chairs were as water filled them up. I smiled, sitting in the chair as the masseuse from before turned on the massager for my back. A moan escaped my mouth as I leaned my head back and enjoyed the back rub. Soon after, four women came over to us and began working on our pedicures. One woman massaged my aching feet while the other rubbed my hands and wrists.

Suddenly when I looked up, I saw an employee walking with a large tray in her hands. It appeared to be a fruit platter.

“Would you ladies like some fruit?” She asked, setting the tray down, and I got a better view.

“Yes, you can leave it there,” I replied, nodding to the table.

The woman nodded, setting the tray down, and I reached over, grabbed a ripe green grape, and popped it in my mouth.

“Are they good?” I hear Alissa ask me, nodding to the fruit platter.

“Hell yeah,” I answered, nodding and popping another grape.

Alissa grabbed a grape off the tray, popped it in her mouth, and moaned as she chewed it. “Oh, yea, this fruit is fresh.”

“Try the fucking strawberries,” I said, chewing on a sweet berry.

“I don’t know where they got this fruit from, but damn.” Alissa nodded, eating more of the fresh and delicious fruit.

“After we leave, I need to stop by Target.” I reminded Alissa as I looked at her.

“Why?” She questioned, cocking her head to the side in confusion.

“I need some new sheets. The ones I have been irritating my skin.” I replied as the masseuse rubbed between my toes.

“Noted.” Alissa sighed, leaning back in her chair.

After the nail tech massaged our feet, they painted them with nail polish. I chose to get my toes a cherry red, and Alissa chose a classic white. I had to say my toes looked damn pretty. Once our massage was over, Alissa and I slid our feet inside a pair of slippers and headed back to the locker room. We changed into our clothes and went to the lobby.

Walking out of the building, I got in the car, and Zavia got in the driver’s seat. “Can we go by Target, please?”

“Sure thing.” She nodded, starting the car up.

I leaned my head against the rest, rubbing my stomach and feeling my baby boy move around. Arriving at Target, Zavia parked the car, and we all stepped out. Grabbing a basket at the entrance, I first went to the baby section and looked for a boy’s outfit. As I searched through the rack, my eyes caught a cute Star Wars Mandalorian Baby Yoda 3-piece outfit set.

“Look, isn't this adorable?” I asked Alissa, showing her the outfit.

“That is super cute,” Alissa said, nodding her head in approval.

Smiling, I stared at the outfit before tossing it in the basket. Alissa and I continued looking around in the store’s baby section while Zavia walked to the home department to grab some things. Although I will receive diapers and other items from my baby shower, I wanted to buy an infant car seat & stroller set. Since it took up most of the space in the cart, Alissa grabbed another one, and we walked around until we ran into Mrs. Lopez.

Closing the car door, I walked to the front door and unlocked it before stepping inside. The sound of the living room tv made me follow it to see my dad sitting on the sofa.

“Hey, dad.” I smiled, sitting next to him.

“Hey, where’ve you been?” He asked, turning the volume down.

“Well, first, I went to the spa with Alissa and her mother and got a deep tissue massage out of the world,” I explained, groaning dramatically.

“Oh, did you?” He quipped, arching an eyebrow.

“Yes, after the massage, we got our toes painted and ate delicious fruit, and finally, we went to Target,” I replied, leaning my head against his shoulder.

“What did you buy?” My dad asked, glancing down at me.

“Some clothes for the baby and a car seat,” I answered, shrugging my shoulders.

“Kasey, you know you’re supposed to get that at the baby shower.” He sighed, rolling his eyes.

“I know, but that’s all I bought,” I said, nodding as I pouted like a child. “Can you get it out of the trunk, please?”

“I’m on it.” My father nodded his head standing to his feet.

While he retrieved the large box from the trunk of my car, I kicked my feet up on the coffee table and waited for him. My best friend walked through the front door, huffed and puffed, carrying bags.

“You could’ve helped me, you know.” Alissa huffed, waving her hands in the air.

“I’m pregnant, sorry.” I laughed, shrugging my shoulders.

“Oh, you’re so lucky.” Alissa groaned, rolling her eyes at me.

“Love you,” I said as she walked to my bedroom.

Laughing, I got off the couch and walked into the kitchen. I opened the cabinet and grabbed a Special K strawberry pastry and a water bottle before going to my bedroom. My dad’s footsteps behind me made me step to the side as he set the big box on the floor by my tv.

“Don’t buy anything else, Kasey. You must wait until the baby shower for all the clothes and things like that.” My dad explained, smiling at me.

“Okay fine,” I replied, rolling my eyes. “I won’t buy anything else.”

“We’ll see.” My dad laughed, walking out of my room.

Smiling, I grabbed a pair of scissors and cut the box open. I pulled the contents out and began putting them together. I heard footsteps at my doorway and turned to see Alissa with her arms crossed.

“You couldn’t wait, could you?” She amusingly questioned, shaking her head.

“No, I couldn’t.” I laughed, shrugging my shoulders. “Either help me or leave me alone.”

“Fine grouchy,” Alissa replied, walking over to help me.

We finished putting the stroller together and the car seat in no time, but we would’ve finished faster if Alissa had followed the instructions. Standing on my feet, I groaned, stretching my back before walking to the kitchen.

“So when the baby’s born, are you having him sleep with you or in his bassinet?” Mrs. Lopez questioned, sitting on the island.

“I think both because, as a first-time mom, my nerves would be all over the place wondering if my baby is breathing or not,” I explained, grabbing a Twinkie from the cabinet.

“That’s understandable. I was that way when I had Alissa.” Zavia replied, nodding her head. “She slept with me up until she was five months old.”

“Yea, I think that’ll be me.” I laughed, sitting in the living room.

“It’s natural for first-time mothers.” Zavia laughed, nodding her head.

Alissa, Zavia, and I continued talking about babies when my dad walked into the kitchen, grabbing his coffee cup off the counter.

“I’ll see you, girls, later. Duty calls.” He said, pouring some coffee into his cup.

“See you later, dad. Love you.” I smiled, wrapping my arms around him.

“Love you too, kid.” My dad replied, placing a kiss on my head.

I waved at my father as he walked out of the door. Heading to the living room, I sat on the couch and began watching a few movies on Netflix.

It felt late, so I checked the time seeing it was almost ten o’clock at night. I got off the couch, headed to the bathroom, and took a shower. After washing, I stepped out, wrapped a towel around myself, and slipped on an oversized graphic tee and nonskid socks.

“Goodnight, best friend. I love you.” I smiled, hugging Alissa as she sat on the end of the bed in the guest room.

“Love you too.” She replied, returning the gesture.

Walking to my bedroom, I turned off the light and climbed into bed, getting comfortable before I fell asleep.

Jason’s POV

Watching the final light shut off, my goons and I waited at least thirty minutes before exiting the van. We walked across the street to the house and picked the lock to gain entrance inside.

“Listen, give the woman and her daughter the sedative. If they fight, use the chloroform.” I explained to my members, who nodded.

“What room is Kasey in?” Deacon asked me, pulling out a bag, unzipping it, and pulling out a syringe.

“Leave her to me,” I replied, giving him a stern expression.

“You got it, boss.” He said, holding his hands up in surrender, nodding his head.

While Cortez and Blake went downstairs to the basement, Deacon, Corbin, and I headed upstairs. The main bedroom was clear, so I went to Kasey’s bedroom. I’ve been following Kasey since we met at that house party I threw, and we fucked that night. Although we had a few cups of that jungle juice in our system, something about her drew me to her. Maybe it was her smile or the way she moved those hips.

Quietly I twisted the knob of her bedroom door and was thankful the tv was on, or she would’ve heard me. As I stepped inside, I walked to the bed and stood over the sleeping form.

Kasey's body was covered from her knees to her ankles, exposing the rest. It gave me the best view of her growing belly. I smirked, still not believing that something I had created was developing inside her. I felt my baby kick. Taking the chloroform from my back pocket, I poured it onto a towel and placed it on her face. She struggled a bit but succumbed to the knock-out liquid and went limp.

"Cortez, go get the van," I ordered, wrapping a blanket around Kasey.

I picked her up in my arms bridal style and carried her down the steps to the front door. Cortez backed into the van and got out to open the rear doors. Climbing in the vehicle, my goons followed me, and we headed back to the safe house.

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lostaurorax · 3 years

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from three to five?

pairing | stucky x pregnant!reader

summary | reader finds out she’s pregnant and tells the boys but they all get suprised in the end

warnings | pregnancy and indication of smut

a/n | hi my darlings!!!!! i love stucky with all my heart and wrote this bc i thought it would be super cute! i apologize if their are any mistakes about the pregnancy thing and the ultrasound stuff because quite frankly i know absolutely NOTHING about pregnancy except the basic stuff that everyone knows. anyway i hope you enjoyed this as much as i did writing it!! reblogs and feedback is greatly appreciated <3 feel free to send in requests!!

the minute you found out you were pregnant you couldn’t wait to tell your husbands knowing how happy they would be from countless amounts of times they told you they had wanted to have kids especially with you.

after a romantic dinner that wanda and nat had thoroughly helped you plan you had come back home to the compound eager for your boys to find out the surprise.

as you walked into the living room wanda and nat were sitting their talking

“ah your back! so how was the date!” wanda said when she noticed your presence

“it was great! we’re gonna call it a night. we’ll see you ladies in the morning.” steve said as he grabbed three water bottles from the fridge and waved to the girls

“good to hear! good night..” nat said winking at you when the boys had turned their backs to them confirming it was all set

“god my feet are killing me!” you said as you took your shoes off and continued walking down the hall to your bedroom

“yeah? change out of that dress and me and stevie will run you a bath alright doll?” bucky said placing his hand on your back as steve was twisting the handle on the door

“okay buck” you said smiling knowing that probably wasn’t going to happen

as steve flicked the light switch on his foot steps came to a halt causing bucky to bump into him

“hey wh-” bucky said before realizing why steve had stopped

their was a bunch of blue and pink balloons scattered around the room, two pregnancies tests lying on the bed with a poster board that said ‘barnes-rogers baby coming soon…’ on it

as the boys turned back to look at you to confirm if what they were seeing was a dream or not it was immediately confirmed when they saw the wide smile on your face

“suprise!!”

after neither of them said anything for a minute or two you turned to walk in front of them

“hey is something wrong?” you said as your mind was racing with scenarios in which they weren’t happy that you were pregnant

as you were about to say something else both boys wrapped their arms around you and you swore you’d never felt more safe

“nothings wrong sweetheart nothing at all. it’s just we’ve dreamed of this day for so long and we can’t believe it’s actually happening.” bucky said as you felt a warm tear hit your face from his

“we love you doll so so much, and we can’t wait to raise a baby with you.”

“yeah?” you said pulling away from the hug to look at them with red noses and tear stained eyes

“yeah” they said in sync just admiring you

it didn’t last long until you were all attacking eachother like hungry animals

the next morning you woke up with two super soldiers on top of you one with his hand on your stomach and one with his hand on your boob

you couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight

as you tried slipping from beneath them to start to get ready you were stopped when weight was pressed on too you and multiple pleas were heard

“doll where are you going? it’s too early stay in bed” steve said as he nuzzled his head into your neck

“stevie we have to get ready.” you said stroking his hair through your fingers still a knotted mess from last night

“ready for what?”he said as you felt his eyebrows knit against your neck

“i have a ultrasound appointment scheduled for today.” you said knowing that would wake the both of them up

and it did like two children on christmas morning

“i’ve got breakfast!” bucky said as he kissed you on the cheek and slipped on some joggers to exit the room

“i’ll start getting ready.” steve said as he ran to the bathroom leaving you their giddy at the idea of your boys being this excited for your tiny human that wasn’t even born yet. imagining what they’d be like when it was born.

it took about two hours for you all to be ready and out of the house with a few arguments on why you shouldn’t drive and they should you ended up winning because they had no idea where the doctors office you went to was.

after about a 20 minute drive you had arrived at the doctors office checking in you all sat in the waiting room until your name was called. as you watched bucky and steve’s face all you could see was nervousness in their eyes as they looked around at all the pregnant moms and how different they all looked. some were earlier on in their trimester some were at the very end.

“you okay?” you asked them placing a hand on each of their knees

“hm yeah yeah we’re good! doing fine doll.” bucky said steve nodding in agreement

“alright we’ll their about to call my name so i wanna make sure your alright to head in their…” you said with a grin on your face

“we’re fine just a little nervous!”steve said kissing your cheek

after 5 minutes had past of you and the boys talking about baby names and you repeatedly telling them the baby would not be named ‘buckeve’ which was a name they had made up between a combination of their names your name had finally been called

“y/n?”

in usion your heads all turned to the voice and stood up

“it’s nice to see you all! please follow me!” the nurse said

you followed her to the room and listens to the instructions she gave you

“okay so your doctor is with any other patient right now but he should be too much longer so what i’m gonna have you do is sit tight for a few minutes and he’ll come in and set you up okay?”

with a nod of your head and a smile the nurse left telling all you have to enjoy the rest of your day and that she hopes everything goes well.

a knock on the door had halted your conversation with the boys

“come in!” you said

“we’ll hello y/n! how are you doing?” the doctor with the gray hair and winkled face said as he smiled at you

“hi! i’m doing well thank you! these are my husbands james and steve!” you said motioning to the men on the right of you as they waved

“ah well it’s nice to meet you! are you excited to see your baby for the first time?” he said as he started setting up his equipment

“yes very excited! a little nervous though.” steve said placing his hand on the back of your beck a gesture he would do that made you feel protected

“oh well i promise there’s nothing to be nervous about! everything will be just fine. now y/n can you pull your shirt up so i can place this cream on your stomach?” he said

“yeah of course!” you said lifting your shirt

“alright this is gonna be a litte cold just wanna warn you!” he said as he went to place the cream on your stomach

“oh yeah that’s cold!” you said as he placed the cream all over your stomach

“sorry about that! alright let me get this all set up so we can see your baby!” he said grabbing the wand part of the ultrasound machine

as the doctor got the machine working he explained to you what he was gonna be doing so you could somewhat understand what was going on.

“alright let’s see here! welp that’s your baby their on the screen! your very early on so it’s only the size of maybe a pea now but it’ll definitely grow quickly!” he said as tears filled your eyes and the boys both stared at the screen in awe

“hang on a minute..” the doctor said immediately wiping the look of joy on your face and replacing it with worry

“is something wrong sir?” bucky asked concerned

“no no nothings wrong! i just think i might’ve made a miscalculation that’s all.” he said giving any context

“and that miscalculation would be….” you said impatient

“looks like your having twins! congrats!!” he said with a massive smile on his face showing off his perfectly straight and white teeth

“twins??” bucky said in disbelief while you still couldn’t speak in utter shock and feeling like the happiest woman in the world

“oh my god…we’re gonna have twins!!” you said looking back at bucky and steve as the realization hit you.

“i’ll get these printed out and give you guys a bit of privacy. congratulations you three! these kids are so lucky to have you all.” he said as he walked out

you all sat their in shock and pure joy for what seemed to be forever before a noise was finally heard

you turned back to see bucky trying to wipe the tears falling from his eyes

“oh buck c’mere!” you said with open arms

“i’m sorry doll i’m just so happy. i never in my life would’ve thought anything like this would happen to me. this is the happiest day of my life! you both make me so happy! i just love you so much doll so so much.” he said sobbing into your neck

“i love you more bucky. i’m so proud of you.” you said rubbing his back as you mouthed ‘i’m proud of you too stevie’ to steve and he smiled knowing without you even having to tell him

as the day went on all the boys could talk about was your babies. what their names would be,their genders,how you would dress them,what their nursery would look like, just basically anything and everything.

you just admired the pure admiration on the boys faces as they talked about your children and you couldn’t believe how lucky you were.

#stucky ♡#pregnant!reader x stucky #stucky x pregnant reader #stucky x reader #stucky x you #stucky x y/n #stucky fluff #stucky smut #stucky angst #marvel #marvel fanfiction #marvel masterlist

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Tempting the Fates {Chapter 5}

Summary: It’s the final semester of Aelin Galathynius’ collegiate career and she is so beyond ready to be done. Her schedule is packed full of nursing classes and labs designed to test her knowledge and hone her skills for the real world and her “big girl” job. However, she needs one last elective to graduate, so she decides to study a subject she’s always been fascinated by: Mythology. Who would have thought that a class about gods and goddesses living complicated lives would end up complicating her own in such an unexpected way?

A @snelbz x @tacmc collaboration.

Word Count: 2978

Chapters will be posted every Wednesday.

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Hades

– God of the Underworld, death and the riches under the Earth

Rowan got home and shut his door, and went straight for the kitchen.

Aelin had been with another guy, and she had obviously been enjoying herself. They were good together, whoever the hell he was, and Rowan hated it. He shouldn’t. It was none of his business, and he knew it was completely inappropriate, but he couldn’t help it.

He was jealous.

He was hungry, too, but it wasn’t the fridge that he went for first. Instead, he opened the cabinet next to the stove for his whiskey, but it wasn’t there.

“Looking for this?”

“Shit!” Rowan spun around to find Lorcan sitting on his couch, his bottle of Jack in his hands. “What the hell are you doing?!”

Lorcan shrugged a shoulder. “Elide had friends over. I was bored. I came to annoy you, but you weren’t here. I let myself in.”

Rowan blinked. “Wh- How?”

Another shrug. “I have my ways.”

Rowan stared at him, dumbfounded, but he just didn’t have the energy for Lorcan right now. One problem at a time. Besides, no matter how much of a pain in the ass Lorcan was, he had been Rowan’s best friend for far too long to get too pissed.

As Rowan walked into the living room, Lorcan asked, “Issues with your student?”

“Why would you think that?” Rowan muttered, grabbing the bottle from Lorcan’s hand before plopping down on the couch next to him.

“Because it’s the middle of the week at four in the afternoon and you’re drinking,” Lorcan observed.

“So are you,” Rowan argued.

Lorcan snorted. “Yeah, but I’m me.”

Rowan said nothing, just flicked the top off the bottle and put it directly to his lips. No need for glasses this time, he didn’t really give a shit.

“Did you hook up with her again?” Lorcan asked.

“No, of course not,” Rowan snapped. “I have better self-restraint than that.”

“Then what’s your deal?”

Shaking his head, Rowan took another swig before setting it down on the coffee table. “Nothing.”

“You’re a shit liar, Whitethorn. You always have been,” Lorcan replied, leaning forward and nabbing the bottle. “Something’s got your feathers ruffled. So what’s the deal?”

“Nothing, I just…” Rowan sighed and realized what a girl he was about to sound like. “I saw her with another guy.”

Lorcan stared at him.

Rowan stared back.

“She was…with another guy?” Lorcan asked, at last.

“Yes,” Rowan said, word clipped, as he snatched the bottle from Lorcan.

“And that…bothers you?” Lorcan asked. “I wanted to be alone,” Rowan said. “If you’re going to be an ass, the door isn’t far away.”

Lorcan chuckled and shook his head. “Do I need to tell you that you’re being ridiculous?”

“No,” Rowan said, chugging from the bottle.

“Slow down,” Lorcan warned. “Last thing you need is to show up in the morning with a hangover. You’re already fucking a student, no telling what Maeve would do-.”

“I’m not fuck-.” Rowan’s words dropped off as he closed his eyes, and rubbed his temples. “Me and Aelin are nothing. I just… I don’t know.”

Lorcan watched Rowan for a moment before staring down at his hands. Then, he said, “It’s okay if you care about someone, Rowan. It’s been a long time since you have.”

“I can’t care about Aelin,” Rowan said, quietly, fidgeting with the label of his whiskey bottle. “It’s not-.”

“Because of Maeve?” Lorcan interrupted.

“Yes, because of Maeve,” Rowan breathed. “This is my first job, Lorcan. And it’s doing something that I love. And, I’m good at it. The pay is great, the benefits are decent, and it provides a promising future.”

“And Aelin graduates this year and will become a nurse,” Lorcan added. “This isn’t a crime, Ro. I think you’re just overthinking it.”

“Easy for you to say,” Rowan snapped. “Elide was a waitress and you were a bartender. Not quite as scandalous.”

Lorcan raised a brow. “Is that judgement I hear?”

Of course not, though it was another bout of jealousy, an altogether different kind though. Rowan didn’t covet Elide, not like he wanted Aelin, but he wanted the ease of what they had. Sure, the two of them had their ups and downs, usually due to Lorcan’s stubborn ass, but their relationship had always been…easy.

They wanted to be together, so they were together.

Lorcan had had to get a new job when they became official, due to the strict no fraternization policy at the bar they worked at, but that was an easy thing to do. It ended up benefiting the two of them when he got a better paying job, with better shifts and larger tips.

Rowan just shook his head again. He sighed and fell back against the couch. “I can’t get her out of my head. I won’t see her again until class and Tuesday morning and that just…” He rubbed a hand over his face. “She’s my student. It’s inappropriate for me to think of her like this.”

Lorcan groaned. “Rowan, she’s a twenty-one-year-old, grown ass woman-.”

“And if I start seeing her like I want to, I will get fired,” Rowan said, stretching out every word.

Every brutally honest word.

Yeah. He wanted to see Aelin again. They had only spent one night together, but something had happened during that one night.

Something that Rowan just couldn’t shake, couldn’t forget.

But, if he started seeing her, and Maeve found out, he would lose his job, and there was a good chance he would never teach again.

Was it really worth it for a girl he had just met?

“I’m done trying to convince you either way,” Lorcan drawled, propping his feet up on Rowan’s coffee table. “At the end of the day, your stubborn ass isn’t going to change its mind.”

Further putting an end to the conversation, Lorcan reached across the couch and grabbed the Xbox controlled off the side table, turning it on. “You gonna let me kick your ass on some NHL or you gonna pout all night?”

Rolling his eyes, Rowan took another swig out of the bottle before getting up and grabbing his second controller. “You talk a lot of shit for someone who loses every time we play.”

He knew what Lorcan was trying to do, and he appreciated it. He wa trying to keep his mind off of the stupid situation he’d gotten himself into, but Lorcan was right. Whether he liked it or not, his mind was made up. Aelin was off limits, for multiple reasons. He didn’t want to jeopardize his career, but there was also hers to take into account.

It hadn’t even begun yet, and he wouldn’t let a scandal of hooking up with her professor ruin any prospective jobs she might be interested in if they were caught.

Lorcan was right about one thing though. Aelin would be graduating at the end of the semester and then maybe he could revisit something with her.

Maybe.

Rowan’s Friday had come and gone and before he knew it, he was sitting alone in his apartment with his beer and a laptop.

It may not have been his most exciting of Friday nights, but he decided to play it safe. Last time he’d gone out, it hadn’t gone so well for him…

Deciding to stay ahead of the game when it came to grading, he pulled open his laptop to see who had turned in their short essays so far.

There was only one: Aelin Galathynius.

Of course, the rest of the class would be procrastinators, but not her.

Not the one who haunted Rowan’s every other thought.

“Alright,” he muttered, drinking from his bottle. “Let’s see what you wrote.”

He was pleasantly surprised to see that she’d chosen Apollo. While Apollo wasn’t his favorite god, he was fairly impressed. He definitely wasn’t expecting her to choose him. He was expecting Dyonysius or Demeter or even Aphrodite, even though she’d clearly found the girls who stopped him after class to ask about her as ridiculous as he did.

She admitted she didn’t know much of Apollo, but after leafing through the textbook — he reigned in his shock that she did unassigned reading, as well — she found that he was the god of music, among other things. She clearly knew the difference between an opinion piece and formal essay, because it sounded like she was just having a conversation with herself as she wrote. It was refreshing.

She explained that the music was what really attracted her to him. She’d had a deep love of music ever since she was a child and while she did love a good glass of wine every now and again — there was the reference to Dionysius he was looking for — music, and even poetry, was like another language that only she spoke.

As for why she decided to take the class, she was very blunt. She had a hole in her schedule and needed one more class that could fall into her world history parameters to graduate. She figured she might as well enjoy what she was learning.

He hoped she still would.

He read through her essay three times, before closing out of it, not ready to grade it yet. Two more had been submitted while he looked it over, one about Ares, god of war, and the other Eros, god of sex.

Rolling his eyes, Rowan closed his laptop. He knew neither of them would compare to what he’d just read.

And after reading it, with each time, he had grown more and more attracted to the woman who had written it.

He downed his beer and pulled out his phone, scrolling through his contacts to where hers was.

Aelin.

She still had his sweatpants and tee from when he was at the university. Which hadn’t been that long ago. He liked that shirt, and liked seeing her in it even more.

She was beautiful.

She was smart.

She was funny.

She was kind.

She made love like a goddess herself.

And he had an inkling that he had broken her heart.

But you had to, he reminded himself, even though the words were weak. Every time he thought about Aelin, he was having a harder time convincing himself that keeping her away was worth it.

He hardly knew her.

But, damn, she captivated him.

And that was dangerous.

Taking an eight am class may not have been one of the brightest things Aelin had ever done, but setting up her schedule to have Fridays off absolutely was. She rolled over as she woke up, on her own, without an alarm, but found it was still only eight-forty-five. So much for sleeping in.

She threw her covers back and climbed out of bed, rubbing her eyes as she made her way across the hall to the bathroom. She and Lysandra had polished off two bottles of wine last night, and she was pretty tipsy by the time she’d tumbled into bed. To be safe, and make sure she didn’t make any bad decisions, she’d plugged her phone in and left it in her room, while they were in the living room.

Otherwise, she was liable to text Rowan.

After submitting her essay early the night before, Aelin had made a run to the liquor store. There was still a third bottle of wine chilling in the fridge and she debated on spending the day polishing that off as well. She had nothing else to do, no plans for the evening. So why not.

Flipping on the light to the bathroom, she froze as she saw what she was wearing. She didn’t remember putting on Rowan’s shirt, but there she was.

She fiddled the fabric between her fingers before taking it off and tossing it aside. She supposed she should bring his clothes back to him.

She was certain he was missing them.

Or, maybe not. Maybe he didn’t care that they were gone. Maybe he didn’t want them back. Maybe he thought they were tainted since they had been on her body.

No, she knew that wasn’t true.

He had worshipped her body.

Yes, she should most definitely bring them back, if only to gain the selfish satisfaction that he would have to look at them and know that they had brushed along her bare skin after the night they had shared together.

And beyond, apparently, as it was days later and Aelin was drunkenly dressing herself in his clothes.

Better than texting him.

Returning them to him after class certainly wasn’t a good idea. She could keep them in her bag and hope that she ran into him in the coffee shop again, but that would still be in public. Finding out where his office was wouldn’t be too hard, she was sure, but that would still put her on campus. That was too risky.

She’d realized that it wasn’t only his career in jeopardy, it was hers, too. She’d be followed around with the stigma of the student that slept with her professor if they were caught. She wasn’t about to mess up the lucrative internship she’d already started working on securing for after she graduated, even for the most gorgeous man she’d ever laid eyes on.

The best sex she’d ever had.

Shaking her head, she hopped in the shower. She couldn’t think about that.

She knew of one other place she could drop them off. No one from class would be there, and no one would know she’d stopped by.

Except for Rowan.

And he was bound to be pissed.

It was just after five-thirty by the time Aelin figured out her bearings via Google Maps and was standing in front of a familiar apartment building off of campus. She may have been drunk the last time she was here, but she remembered a few key details that she was positive would get her where she needed to be.

Rowan’s clothes hung at her side in a plastic bag, and she entered the building, heading for the elevator.

“Can I help you, miss?”

Aelin froze, turning back around toward the voice. An older gentleman sat behind a desk.

Shit.

She hadn’t remembered his building having a doorman the night she’d come home with him. Since they got here so late, he may have already been off for the night, leaving the building’s tenants to their own devices if they were to get locked out.

Lying smoothly, she said, “I’m here to see my new boyfriend. I brought him a surprise.”

She held up the bag and suddenly wished she’d put it in anything but the bag from the little drugstore on the corner by her own apartment.

“Is he expecting you?” The man asked.

“No,” Aelin replied curtly. “That’s the point of a surprise.”

“What unit does he live in?”

This was the issue. She knew he was on the fifth floor, and she remembered what the welcome mat outside his door had looked like, but she had no clue what unit he lived in.

Clearing her throat, she said, “5C.”

She went with her bra cup size.

She figured it was good luck.

The doorman stared at her.

Aelin stared back, unwavering.

“Very well,” he said, at last. “Have a good afternoon.”

Aelin hurried into the elevator before any more questions could be asked, and rode up to the fifth floor. She strode down the wall and stopped at the black and white doormat that said, You read my doormat. That’s enough social interaction for one day. Then, she looked up at the door.

5D.

Aelin wondered which man in 5C the doorman thought she was sleeping with. He hoped he didn’t have a wife or girlfriend she had just made things very complicated for.

If only her boobs had been one cup size bigger.

Without another thought, Aelin raised her fist and knocked on the door.

She heard movement on the other side of the door and as the footsteps came closer, her anxiety ramped up.

This was a bad idea. An awful idea, actually, but there was no going back now.

She heard the lock flip and as the door opened, she tried to relax her posture, to not look like she was about to go out of her mind with nerves.

Rowan stood on the other side, his cell phone pressed to his ear, and as he found her standing in the breezeway, his eyes went wide.

“I need to call you back,” was all he said, his eyes going back to their normal size, though the intensity burning in them nearly had her combusting.

There was stilted conversation on the other side of the phone. Rowan responded. “I need to go. I’ll call you back.”

The person on the other side was still talking when Rowan pulled the phone from his ear and ended the call. She heard a distinctly male voice on the other end of the phone, which did not sound happy.

“Is everything okay?” Aelin asked, in a way of greeting.

“What are you doing here?” he responded. He didn’t sound mad. Just…confused.

Aelin lifted the plastic bag in her hand. “Thought you may want your clothes back.”

Rowan’s eyes slowly drifted from hers to the bag before he cleared his throat and said, “Oh.”

“Oh?” Aelin asked, quickly. Too quickly. Rowan’s jaw locked. “Do you...want to come in?”

Aelin hesitated.

“Or, I can just take my clothes back now-.”

“I wouldn’t mind coming in, just for a second,” Aelin said.

The two of them stared at one another.

Rowan stepped to the side, ignoring the phone vibrating in his hand, and let her in.

Aelin tried not to consider whether it might be a mistake as she stepped over the threshold.

He didn’t say a word as he shut the door behind her.

#snacmc ttf #snacmc collab #tempting the fates #rowaelin ttf #rowaelin #rowan whitethorn #aelin galythinius #throne of glass #tog #snelbz tacmc collab

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"Weird Secret Friends" *Chapter 14*

Chapter 13

Chapter 15

This chapter literally took me all day, and it's kinda super long, but since I'm only going to 15 it had to be done. Also, I wanted to get a certain part and all the bullshit detail action needs to be written before we get there so I just kept writing to get there. Lulz.

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Okay and can I just say about the Goodbye Love thing it was in my head since I had her say "I need to go away".

This was supposed to be the preview:

Mimi Please don't touch me Understand I'm scared I need to go away

Mark I know a place - a clinic

Benny A rehab?

Mimi Maybe - could you?

Benny I'll pay

And this is for chapter 15: Mimi Goodbye love Goodbye love Came to say goodbye, love, goodbye Just came to say Goodbye love Goodbye love Goodbye love Hello disease....

*DUN DUN DUNNNN*

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The next thing you knew you were waking up in another room. This one was more lavish and beautiful; the sunset was peeking through green silk curtains with a matching chaise lounge. You were now in pink silk pajamas as opposed to a hospital gown, and you weren’t hooked up to near as many wires. Just a pack attached to your arm linked to your sides.

“What the…?” You cautiously crept out of bed, examining the room.

So many questions flew through your mind at that moment. How did you get here? Where exactly were you? Who the hell changed you while you were passed out? It was too much to imagine. You walked over to the full length mirror and examined yourself. You were still semi pale, but you looked pretty damn good for just having surgery this morning.

You walked back towards your bed where your phone was laying on the nightstand. You went to check your messages when you saw the date-- it had been three days. THREE DAYS?

“What the actual fuck--?” You muttered.

Were you in a Black Mirror episode? How did you lose three whole days of your life?! You began to panic, making you pace the room. Wasn’t there a button you could do? You quickly looked around the room for anything, but all you found was a TV remote.

“Oh are you fucking--” You started to curse the world when you saw a little drawing of a nurse on one of the buttons. You frantically pushed it until a girl who looked like she was a nurse out of a porno as opposed to a hospital came running in.

“Oh my god, I thought you were like, dying or something,” She rolled her eyes and twirled her hair like she was a teenage stereotype.

“Where the hell am I? Why am I---”

“Okay you need to like, chill babe,” Nurse Betty put her hands up. “

“I’m not your babe, mmkay pumpkin? We are not friends,” You pushed her hands down. “Now why don’t you get your little chart and explain to me what’s going on in the Twilight Zone?”

“Alright, well--” She whipped out a mini tablet from her scrubs and flipped through it. “You got here three days ago with an order to keep you in a medically induced coma-- Ooooh, wow that sounds like some soap opera shit. Where your organs harvested on the black market?”

“WHAT?” You grabbed the tablet. That DID sound like some soap opera shit. “You read the tablet, all it said was the details about the coma and then FILES SEALED.

“Can you-- unlock this, please?” You shoved the tablet back in her hands.

“Um no, you need a supervisor for that babe,”

“Can you please get someone to unlock this then, BABE?” Your eye began to twitch from stress.

“Yeah, sure I’ll try,” She shrugged and walked back out of the room. You continued to pace faster now, googling “HARVESTED ORGANS ON THE BLACK MARKET”, when a doctor came in wearing navy blue scrubs, looking like Derek Shepherd.

“Well hey there, beautiful,” He grinned at you.

“...What is happening?” You muttered, staring at him. He was gorgeous, you’d probably be more flustered if you weren’t so freaked out and pissed off.

“What kind of soap opera hospital is this?!” You scowled.

“Hey, just because we take care of ourselves around here doesn’t mean it’s Grey’s Anatomy up here,” He made a face.

“...Could’ve fooled me, McDreamy,”

“....Just because my name is Derek doesn’t mean I’m that tool,” He frowned.

“Oh my god you’re kidding me right?” You had to laugh at the irony.

“You’re probably just grumpy because you haven’t eaten for three days,” He patted your head. “How about a nice filet mignon?”

“Wha…?” You looked around the room in disbelief. “How about you tell me where I am and how I got here?”

“You’re at Whistling Pines Hospital and Rehabilitation Center in Hartford Connecticut, Miss Y/N,”

“Connecticut?!” You gasped. “Sonny said it was just upstate New York. Jesus Christ he sent me out of state?!”

“Calm yourself,” Derek put a hand on your shoulder. “We’re basically on the state line, Mr. Carisi didn’t send you to Siberia,”

“...And why exactly was I brought here against my will?” You crossed your arms.

“Against your will?” He snorted. “Your paperwork says you requested to be out while you recovered so you wouldn’t be tempted to ask for pain meds or anything. Part of the detox, you understand,”

“Detox?” Your face scrunched. “Seriously? So...so now what, you escort me down to the padded room now that I’m healed?”

“No, no of course not,” He shook his head. “Our rehab rooms are much nicer than this. And yours is all ready for you,”

“....Yeah, alright,” You shrugged, looking around the room.

“Wonderful,” He gave you another 100 watt smile before opening the door and motioning you to follow him. You walked for a while through what seemed like a normal hospital wing, then you came to two large doors that said “REHABILITATION WING”.

Derek opened it and let you go through first, into a beautiful lobby. The walls were made of marble, there was a koi pond with a waterfall in the middle of it, sparkling water stations next to big leather chairs. It was like a spa.

“Wow...” You whispered as you admired it while you walked.

“Yes, I know,” He chuckled. “It’s quite impressive, isn’t it?”

“Yeah…” You began to feel guilty; how much was this costing Sonny? This place looked like it cost the down payment on a house to stay in. You followed Derek down a hallway that looked like a hotel room hallway more than a rehab center, until he stopped at a door labelled 312.

“Ah here we are,” He opened the door and let you go inside first once again. It was an even more lavish room than you woke up in. A nice king bed with fluffy pillows and silk comforters were covered with extra blankets if you needed them. There was a huge sofa in front of a large screen TV, and a little kitchenette with a small fridge, cabinets, a dishwasher, and a microwave.

“....Wow,” You continued to stare in awe at the luxurious amenities this place had.

“Indeed,” Derek smiled. “Now, the TV comes loaded with digital cable and all the streaming services. Our WIFI password is LIVELAUGHLOVE, the fridge is stocked with organic, healthy foods only, but if you’d like to request something you can give our front desk a ring,”

You just nodded as you checked out the room.

“Now,” He cleared his throat. “For the icky part,”

“...The icky part?” You sputtered with a sarcastic smile. “Where did you go to medical school, Sesame Street?”

“Ha ha,” He rolled his eyes. “You will need to stay in your room at all times unless it’s social time, or group time. We do have several common areas such as a pool and a gym, but you’ll need to schedule times to use them, you can’t just walk around on your own,”

“Ah,” You nodded. “So it is a prison, just a very nice prison,”

“It’s not a prison, Miss Y/N,” He shook his head. “Not for you, anyway,”

“Really? Because it sounds like--”

“Your cousin did pay for your residency here, but you’re not under a court order or anything so you’re not confined here. Most of our residents have to be here several months before they’re even allowed out of their rooms at all, you should consider yourself lucky,”

“...Right,” You rolled your eyes. “Where is my cousin, anyway?” You asked. “Is he back at the hospital in New York?”

“Excuse me?” He looked at you in confusion. “I’m not sure I understand,”

“Oh I guess it’s been a few days,” You thought out loud. “He must have gone home by now,”

“...Well I’d sure hope so,” He chuckled.

“So..” You took a seat on the couch. “What am I doing now, warden?”

“Well like I said, I can have food sent up to you if you’re hungry,” He explained as he handed you your own tablet. “We have these for you so you can browse our menu for food and amenities,”

“Mmmkay…”

“Tomorrow’s social time is at 10 am, and your group therapy is at noon,”

“..Uh huh,” You nodded as you absent mindedly flipped through the menu.

“It’s mandatory,” He added.

“...Right,”

“Wonderful,” He beamed. “Now your bathroom is there, obviously,” He nodded to a door on the other side of the room. “It has a shower with three different pressures, and a spa bathtub. I recommend you take a long hot bath and relax, the first night is usually the hardest to get used to.

“Right…”

“Alright well I’ll leave you to it,” He nodded at you with another dreamy smile.

He walked out and left you to your own devices. You walked over to the drawers and pulled them out. They were full of your clothes, how did they get these so fast? It was so bizarre all of this happened while you were out, it really did seem like some kind of episode out of Dynasty or something.

You decided to call Sonny and get some things sorted out. You picked up your phone and dialed his number and let it ring.

“Oh hey...you, how you feelin’?”

“I’m good,” You went and sat on the bed. “How are you feeling?”

“Me? I’m good,”

“Really? Not sore or anything?”

“What? OH-- Yeah, y’know, of course, obviously,”

“...Thanks so much for this, Sonny. It’s gorgeous here,”

“Anytime….sweetie,”

“Is um, is Rafael doing better? Do you know?”

“Uh he’s...he’s fine, I’m sure,”

“...Well that’s good,”

“I’ll be up there next week to see you, you hang in there okay?”

“...Yeah, alright,”

“Night darlin’, you sleep well. I love you,”

“Love you too,”

Sonny hung up the phone and glanced over at Rafael who was busy writing his closing arguments for their case tomorrow.

“....Who was that?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Niece,” He lied.

“Mmm,”

“...How are you feelin’, by the way Barba?”

“Carisi, we’re not discussing anything personal, ever again. I told you that,” He grumbled, not looking up from his desk. He winced in pain every so often when he pulled on his stitches while writing.

“...Right,” He nodded sadly. He did feel guilty about all of this, but he knew in a few weeks it wouldn’t matter. You’d both forget about each other and move on, it was for the best.

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The next day you woke up and felt this overwhelming sense of dread. It was like everything had finally caught up to you, all the memory of how you got here came back to you. You missed Rafael almost immediately, Sonny’s words about how you had traumatized him rang in your head.

You wanted so desperately to call him and apologize, tell him how you would have never hurt him on purpose, and that all you wanted to do was make it up to him-- but you knew you had no way of doing that, and there was nothing you could do about it.

Your tablet began to go off, alarms for SOCIAL TIME were set on it. You tried to turn it off, but apparently a counselor had to do it when you arrived. Sneaky bastards. You sighed and pulled on some PJ pants, trying to ignore the blaring sound. You stomped out of your room and down the hall, down some stairs to a huge room labelled “REC ROOM.”

“Welcome Y/N!” A bright and cheery nurse came over and greeted you. “We have lots of activities for you here,” She began to show you around. “We have arts and crafts, several board games, and the Cards Against Humanity rounds get quite rowdy!”

“...Right,” You nodded softly, feeling more and more hopeless as you saw all the other “residents” mingling-- and by mingling, meaning most of them were walking around like soulless zombies. Was this your life now?

----

One Week Later

“Hey…” You saw Rafael laying down in front of you, reaching out for your hand. You took it, not believing this was real.

“I love you, Y/N…” He smiled at you, his green eyes sparkling.

“I love you too Rafael..”

You shot up in bed, it happened again. You had been having the same dream ever since you had gotten to Whistling Pines. It felt so real, especially when you touched his hand. And you always woke up alone, stuck in your prison. Never to see Rafael ever again; It was torture. No matter how fancy the prison was, it was still a prison. You looked at the clock on your bedside table- 3:30 am. You wondered what Rafael was doing at that moment-- well, probably sleeping, duh. Or maybe he was up late, working on law stuff.

You wondered if he was thinking about you, if he ever thought about you. He didn’t seem angry the last time you saw him, in fact you were pretty sure you remembered him holding you and crying. Well, like Sonny said he was probably just upset having to see someone like that again. But-- something inside told you that you didn’t leave on bad terms. Maybe you had been too quick to just delete and block his number. But it was too late to do anything about that now. You laid back down and cried yourself back to sleep for the fifth time that night.

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Two weeks later

Sonny drove up to Hartford early Friday morning, hoping to get back to the city that night. He signed in at the front desk, muttering obscenities under his breath. He paced the lobby waiting for you, trying to keep his calm. Finally you emerged from the big double doors: You were dressed in a t-shirt that used to be tight, but now it draped on your shoulders. Your hip hugger jeans were more like men’s jeans, hanging off your pelvis. Your hair was pulled into a messy ponytail and you had no makeup on. You walked over to Sonny who crossed his arms at the sight of you.

“Hey, Sunshine…” He pulled you into a tight hug, your face barely moved into a small smile.

“Can we talk?” He asked as he led you to one of the leather couches.

“Sure,” You nodded like a robot as you sat next to him.

“So Sunshine,” He sighed. “They tell me you haven’t uh, been doin’ so hot,”

“Oh, have they?” You mumbled, playing with a hole in your jeans.

“Yeah they said you’re not eating, you skip the group, you won’t talk to anybody,” He put a hand on your knee. “Is everything okay? Is it your new liver? The diabetes kicking yer ass?”

“...No, I’m fine,” You shrugged feebly.

“....Seriously?” He removed his hand, his soft tone gone. “So, nothing’s wrong with you physically? You’re just being a brat?”

“Excuse me?” You suddenly blinked in surprise.

“Here I came up here because I was worried somethin’ was really wrong with you, like you were rejecting the donation or-- or the trauma was too much, but you’re tellin’ me you just won’t cooperate?” He snapped at you.

“...What do you want me to say, Sonny? Sorry?” You snarked back.

“I want you to tell me why!” He tried not to yell but this was ridiculous. “Do you know how expensive this place is?!”

“Oh wow,” You scoffed. “Well I’m sorry my recovery is so expensive for you, Son,”

“It’s not even recovery, Y/N! You’re-- You’re just laying around here like a fuckin’ angsty teen!” He barked. “Why aren’t you trying? Don’t you wanna get outta here and get back to your life?”

“Maybe I don’t!” You yelled and stood up. “Maybe I don’t care about getting out of here, or not. There’s no point anymore,”

“What?” Sonny furrowed his brows. “Why not?”

“...Because,” You looked down at the floor.

“Oh for fuck’s sake…” Sonny threw up his hands, finally standing up himself. “Is this about Barba, really Y/N? You knew him for a few fuckin’ days, gimme a fuckin BREAK,”

“He was wonderful to me, Sonny! He was wonderful and loving and caring and YOU made me go off on him, and then I--” You paused, tears caught in your throat. “I fucking traumatized him. I hurt him so badly he didn’t even want to see me when i was dying,”

“I mean-- how bad of a person am I?!” You tried not to break down in the lobby. “I shouldn’t be allowed to be around anyone anymore, I just destroy things. Hurt people. I shouldn’t be around anyone,”

“Oh Jesus Christ,” Sonny sighed. “You need to stop, alright? If you actually tried to get better, you wouldn’t--”

“I don’t want to get better!!!!” You flat out stomped your foot, not caring about making a scene now.

“Y/N, tough love time. You need to get your shit together and forget about Barba, alright? I can’t keep paying for you to stay here--” He put both hands on your shoulders.

“So let me out,” You glared at him.

“....And if I let you out, are you going to stay sober?” He gave you a suspicious look.

“Nope,” You said with a smirk.

“Y/N come the fuck on,” He threw up his hands.

“What?” You crossed your arms. “I’m being honest. So either you keep wasting your money here, or let me go,”

“And what, let you kill yourself?” He asked angrily.

“...Maybe,” You muttered.

“Sunshine, come here--” Sonny went to wrap you in a hug, his t-shirt caught up on yours causing it to pull up on his torso. Your eyes went wide when you caught sight of it, letting go of him.

“....Where’s your scar?” You blinked in disbelief, trying to wrap your head around what you were seeing.

“What?” He began to panic.

“Your scar,” You pulled your t-shirt to reveal your own scar from the transplant. “You should have one,”

“Oh, Um--” Sonny began to rack his brain for an explanation, but your brain was moving faster.

“.....You didn’t give me part of your liver, did you?” You pulled away from him.

“Uh well--” He sighed “Not exactly, no,”

“Then who did?” You eyed him accusingly.

“They got you an anonymous--”

“Oh don’t even give me that shit, Sonny,” You stopped him. “This-- this whole thing, when I got here. It felt so much like, like a set up. A soap opera plot,”

“A soap opera?” Sonny laughed. “Come on Sunshine, don’t--”

“Why did you ship me here so fast, Sonny?” You asked, your brain now on a roll.

“What?” He half laughed. “So that you could get started early--”

“No,” You stopped him. “You could have just let me come here on my own, CONSCIOUS,”

“Well I just wanted you to skip the DT’s--” He tried to think of a defense.

“DT’s don’t happen to you if you get drunk ONCE, Sonny!” You raised your voice.

“Well how was I supposed to--” He looked around nervously.

“Who really gave me their liver, Sonny?” You narrowed your eyes.

“I told you, I don’t--” He began to lie again.

“I’ll look it up,” You threatened, making his eyes go wide.

“Y-You can’t do that,” He protested.

“Why wouldn’t you want me to?” You challenged him.

“...Because--”

“Rafael did, didn’t he?” You weren’t letting him think of any more lies.

“Look Y/N, he just wanted to help you out so that you wouldn’t die, like his dad. He couldn’t save him so he saved you. Doesn’t that sound like him?”

You had to admit, it really did. But why lie about it?

“So why didn’t you tell me that, Sonny? Why tell me you did it? Why didn’t you just tell me he did it to be nice, and not that he hated me?”

“I never said he hated you--”

“If you lied to me about that, what else have you been lying to me about?” You put your hands on your hips.

“What?”

“Oh my god…” You started to remember your recurring dream. “It was real, it was real. I know it was real!”

“...What was real?” His eyebrows furrowed.

“I keep having this dream where Rafael is across from me lying on a table, and he tells me that he loves me. And I know that happened I know it did,” You explained.

You were absolutely sure of it now. So many thoughts were running through your mind, you hated that you didn’t remember any of this before.

“What?” Sonny laughed again. “Sunshine it’s just a dream, don’t you think you would remember something like that?”

“They...they gave me something before I went into the OR,” You looked off into nowhere as you tried desperately to recall that morning. “The nurse called it…’giggle juice’,”

“Giggle juice?” Sonny rolled his eyes.

“Did you make them give me that too?!” You went for his collar, but a nurse came out of nowhere to hold you back.

“Wha who whoa, Sunshine calm down,” Sonny waved the nurse off of you. “I got her, thanks ma’am,”

“I didn’t tell them to give you anything,” He said softly.

“Yeah, just to keep me out for three days so I wouldn’t ever see Rafael before you sent me here,” You accused him.

“...Not true…” He shook his head.

“Why wouldn’t you want me to talk to him, Sonny?” Tears choked your throat.

“He didn’t want to talk to you--”

“Bullshit!” You stomped your foot, eyeing the nurse who had her eye on you in case you lost it on Sonny again.

“Bullshit, were you scared he was going to tell me what you were really doing? That you were trying to keep us apart?” Tears began dripping from your cheeks. You couldn’t believe this was happening, you couldn’t believe you could have been with Rafael this entire time.

“No!” He protested, his eyes darting back and forth. “No, I--”

“I don’t believe you!” You pushed him, the nurse stepped forward but you put your hands up in defeat. “You’re keeping him from me right now, aren’t you?”

“What?”

“That’s why you sent me so far, he has no idea where I am, and he wants to know doesn’t he? He wasn’t traumatized by my ‘incident’, he’s traumatized he lost me!” You hated that you cried when you got angry, it made you so much less intimidating.

“Traumatized is a strong word, Y/N…” Sonny rolled his eyes.

“Y’know what Sonny,” You shook your head while you wiped your eyes. “I’ll make you a deal. You bring Rafael here, and I’ll try to get better,”

“...I can’t,” He looked at the floor.

“Wha--Are you serious?” You half laughed sarcastically. “You’d rather me rot in here than--”

“I don’t know where he is, Y/N,” He looked up at you seriously.

“...What?” You asked, not wanting to know the answer.

“He…” He rubbed the back of his neck. “He left,”

“What do you mean ‘he left’?” You air quoted left.

“He went on some campaign trail, Hilary I think. He took off across the country, I literally have no idea where he is right now,” He explained.

“Why would he do that?” You asked.

“I don’t know, he said he had to get out of the city--” He shrugged.

“And you couldn’t imagine why?” You gave him a knowing look.

“Oh puh-lease Y/N, he’s not a drama queen like you--” He stopped, thinking about it. “Okay well he might be a drama queen but--”

“You can call him,” You pointed to his pocket.

“I can’t,” He looked down at the ground once again.

“WHY NOT?!” You were getting fed up with him.

“He was….he was super pissed at me for keeping you apart, alright? You’re right. He...he changed his number when he took off, he wants nothing to do with me,”

“So he’s just...gone?” Your voice cracked.

“Sunshine, I promise you. In a few weeks you won’t care about him, and you’re gonna wanna get out of here,”

“Why, you're gonna start adding memory pills to my regiment too?” You scoffed with angry tears in your voice.

“Jesus,” He rolled his eyes. “No, because you’re 22 and you can fall in and out of love like that,” He snapped his fingers.

“No I won’t,” You shook your head. “You’re gonna have to let me out of here or I’ll die in here,”

“God you’re such a--” Sonny sighed in frustration. “I can get them to get you to eat, y’know that right?”

“Do it!” You dared him. “Start treating me like some kind of mental patient, control my life like you think you need to,”

“...I can’t deal with this,” He waved his hands and started to walk away. “I’ll be back in a few weeks, I’m sure you’ll be over this by then,”

“Don’t count on it,” You stomped back into the ward.

-----------------

A week later

You let the night nurse into your room, she brought your meds and a nightly snack.

“Well, are you excited for tomorrow?” She asked, making conversation.

“...What’s tomorrow?” You asked as your downed your pills.

“Your last day!” She smiled.

“...What?” You quirked an eyebrow.

“Well, honey you’re not here on a court order or probation, and your cousin only paid for 30 days. So, you’re leaving tomorrow!”

“You’re just...you’re just letting me go??” You asked in disbelief.

“You’re not happy about that? I’m sure we could talk to your--” She started.

“No!” You stopped her. “No, No I’m totally excited, ready to get back to real life,”

“Good!” She smiled and patted your head. “Make sure you’re all packed, we’ve already filled this room once you leave,”

“...Of course you have,” You rolled your eyes.

She left and you began to frantically pack, ready to get out of here as fast as possible. You would find Rafael on your own, you knew you could.

----------

Sonny’s phone went off while he was out on a call, he saw it was Whistling Pines so he excused himself from the scene and answered it.

“Hello?”

“Yes, Mir. Carisi? This is Sylvia at Whistling Pines, we were just checking on Miss Y/N,”

“....Why would you be checking on her? Don’t you have her?”

“...No sir, she checked out a few days ago,”

“WHAT?!”

“Well it had been 30 days and you had only paid for a month--”

“So you just let her leave?! Why would you do that?!”

“Well sir, for one she’s a grown woman who’s a law abiding citizen, she wasn’t committed here by any kind of law enforcement. And like I said you only paid--”

“For a month,” He growled. “That’s all that matters to you people, isn’t it?”

“Well sir, this is a very expensive--”

“Where did she go?”

“What do you mean where did she go? She left with you,”

“Uh she sure as hell did NOT,”

“...Well she got in a car with a man…”

“Oh my god,” Sonny almost dropped the phone. “I swear to God if something happens to her because of you people I will sue you SO fast--”

“Okay no need to get hysterical,” She began to panic. “Why don’t you just come here and we’ll figure it out…”

“No I think you’ve done enough,” He growled before hanging up on her.

Where the hell had you gone? And with who?!

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The Smell of Plum Blossom Tea Ch 13

Summary: Just like a butterfly wing, a single act of kindness can change the course of the future, it certainly did for MK as a black furred monkey put out a hand towards him.

Rating: Teen and up

Chapter 13: The Apocalypse (But with More Bulls)

A group of children huddled together as they tried to escape the robotic drones that surrounded them in the ice cream shop. The streets were no longer safe as they had been filled with roaming Bull drones and they ripped and tore no matter what or who stood in their way. They hoped that they would be able to wait it out until help arrived, but they didn’t count on the drones coming into the building and finding them.

“AHHHHH!” They all screamed as the bulls began to leap at them.

SMASH! BASH! CRASH!

Their eyes widened as they saw the machines falling to the ground in bits and pieces until there was nothing left except for an ominous violet figure before them.

“S-s-stay away!” One of the older children nervously warned as she stood in front of them with her arms stretched out.

“Dude, he-she-they just saved our butts,” another child put a hand on her shoulder, “I think they are one of the good guys.”

“We don’t know that!” She argued.

“I mean, they are standing right there and haven’t attacked us yet sooo,” a younger girl pointed out. “Point in the good guy direction.”

“That doesn’t mean-”

“Wait, I know him!” They all snapped their heads to the youngest in their group as he ran up to the figure.

“Bao!”

“Wait!”

“Are you crazy?!”

“MAC MAC!” He grinned as he threw his body to him, “I am so happy you are here!”

The monkey said nothing as he caught the child and gently patted the child's head.

“Sooo, Imma go out on a limb here and say he's good,” said the girl with the prosthetic arm. She happily smirked at their groans.

“Oh yeah, he is my sister's former teacher, though I don’t think I've ever seen you like this,” he pondered.

“Clone,” the demon uttered.

“Clone?”

“Follow me,” he instead said as he walked to the door, “I’ll take you where it’s safe.”

“Really?”

“Awesome!”

“That��s a relief.”

“Can I bring some ice cream?”

The children all chatter with a bit more pep in their step as they trudge through the war torn streets and fallen buildings until they laid eyes on a set of buildings that looked relatively untouched by the madness surrounding them with a pristine white hospital building in the middle of it all. Some people were littered around the street, but when they stepped into the hospital it was a lot more hectic as not only doctors and nurses were bustling around trying to tend to as many wounded as they could. But there were also regular people trying to give a helping hand as they either did basic first aid to those who needed it or helped the staff collect the supplies they needed.

“Whoa,” they all collectively gape at the semi organized chaos inside.

“Bao!” The child looks to see Bohai's relieved expression, “thank the gods you and your friends are okay.”

“Mac Mac saved us,” he wiggled out of the monkey arms to get a hug from the jellyfish demon then he looked around the room. “Where’s Yanyu? Is she okay?”

“She’s fine, she was working when this all went down, so she is currently in the back taking care of a bunch of patients. Are you all alright?”

“Just scrapes and bruises,” one of the girls says as she covers the mouth of the one armed girl. “You are not making another missing arm joke, you hear me.”

“Fine,” she huffed then she grinned mischievously as she looked at Bohai, “so do you guys need a hand, I can only spare you one though.”

“For the love of-!”

“Stoppp!”

“Nooo!”

“Don’t tell me what to do,” she laughed at the agony.

“If you want to bring the staff some snacks and drinks, and yes I’m including everyone in this list, that would be awesome. They really need to pick me up right now,” he showed them to a small area where copious amounts of food and drinks were laid out. “People have been bribing them since this all started, but no one really had a break yet.”

“You can count on us!” The oldest girl saluted as she and the rest gathered snacks in their arms and began to spread out all through the hospital, except for Bao who was still holding onto the jellyfish. Even the clone Macaque had left had begun to venture through the hospital and began to help out a few patients.

“…is everyone else alright,” he whispered out in hesitation.

Bohai kneeled down and smiled, “I think they will be just fine, your brothers and sisters are smart after all. I know they will pull through.”

“Right,” he nodded and shared a grin.

“And we have people and demons looking for anyone who needs help,” that included his friends on the list as Daiyu took to the skies and over the seas, Minsheng and Ahmed took to the streets looking for stragglers, and Macaque leaping from building to building checking to see if there are any lingering people trapped inside. “So don’t worry about them, instead how about we focus on feeding some hungry people. I know how cranky they can get when their bellies are empty.”

“Like Yan Yan when she forgot to eat because she had a 30 hour shift and she tied us all up when we mentioned her leftover food in the fridge.”

“Exactly.”

“How does this keep happening to us!” Mei yelled out as she and MK were hanging onto the sword for dear life as they dangled above the pit of despair.

“I don’t know!” MK yelled too as he clung onto Mei’s legs. “How do we get down?!”

“I don’t know!” She adjusted her grip on the sword, “we are currently on our way to fight the Demon Bull King, one of Monkey King greatest enemies, with less than 2 weapons on us if you don’t count my daggers and your brass knuckles, the rest of our team still keeping the ones up top busy and-wait!” Mei’s eyes brighten, “not everyone!”

“Huh? Who?!”

“Macaque!” Mei could feel a breath of relief come through her, “he’s still in the city dealing with the other clones, but I think this warrants a higher attention.” If anyone, other than the Monkey King and MK, can stop the Bull King, it’s him.

“I don’t know,” MK flinched as Mei's head creaked to him and her eyes began to twitch.

“Oh no, we are so not doing this, I am calling fuzzbutt whether you like it or not,” she stated and she sucked in a deep breath.

“Wait,” he quickly climbed her and put his hands over her mouth, “we don’t need to call him, I can handle this.”

“Do you not see where we are?” She would emphasize their precarious situation, but she is currently holding onto the only thing that is stopping the both of them from becoming mush on the floor. “What is your problem with calling him for help?”

“Nothing,” he too quickly defended himself.

“Then you should have no problem if I call him.”

“You're not calling for him.”

I’m calling him.”

“No, you're not,” he argued.

“I am!”

“You're not!”

“Am!”

“Not!”

“Am!”

“Not!”

“Am!”

“Not!”

“Am! Wait-dammit!” He cursed as he got tricked.

“Ha! I win, and I'm calling him!” Mei grinned.

MK was about to refute her when he saw a terrifying sight above them. “Noooo.”

She raised her eyebrow as she turned to see what he was looking at and she almost let go of her sword as she saw hundreds of deactivated Bull drones stationary all over the walls and mere meters from where they were at.

“Shit.”

BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ

Mei’s phone buzzed quite loudly.

“Shit.”

Blue eyes lit up one by one as the drones quickly woke up at the sound as their heads all snapped towards the two lone humans.

“SHIT!”

“GHA!” Red son grunted out as he was flung back. He gritted his teeth as the sharp rocks pierced him, but he shakily stood up as he stood behind his mother, who was also silently huffing for air as the two of them faced down the enraged Bull King. He knew something was wrong, there had to be something, otherwise, his father wouldn't so carelessly nor even attempt to accuse the two of them of traitorous intent based on the barest of threads.

‘There has to be,’ he desperately thought as he silently looked at his hands and gripped it as it began to heat up. ‘But there is no defining evidence…I should have never taken that key.’ He regretted silently as they were once more prepared to go toe to toe with the Bull King when out of nowhere.

“AHHHHHHHH!” BOOM

MK lands face first into the ground.

“Noodle boy?!” What is he doing here?!

“Little thief,” Bull King hissed out as he then gripped his head and uttered. “Sun Wukong.”

Both he and his mother were startled by that admission as they couldn’t help but share a glance, as they passively watched Bull King begin his assault on the Monkey King successor.

Red son gritted his teeth as he watched his friend get pulverized by his father. ‘I have to do something, but what can I do? Something nefarious is afoot with father and yet I am standing here like a dame instead of helping MK. MK? No! No, I mean I have to help father snap out of whatever has come over him instead of beating upon my fri-noodle boy! Hurting noodle boy…he is hurting noodle boy…MK.” He snapped out of his thoughts when he saw the horrifying sight of the rage filled demon looming over MK with his fists raised high in the air.

“NO!” He burst into flames and charged forward, but was stopped by his mother as she swiftly sent out two airstrikes to the Bull King and used her fan to sweep the boy away from his demise and plopped him down next to the both of them.

“Wha-” he groggily got up as he looked up in surprise at Princess Iron Fan.

“It’s the canister, they have driven him mad with power,” she said as she hatefully eyed the glowing blue canisters upon the Bull King back.

“Well that’s a problem,” he blinked as he saw the skeletal remains floating about in the sludge of energy.

Then in a feral-like fury where only instinct took full control of body rather than the mind, the Bull King had snarled at them and began to charge on all fours.

“All right,” he used his staff to pick himself up, “time for round 2.”

“No, we fight together,” the prince said in determination as he readied his stance and was about to charge once more when another voice echoed.

“Seems like you guys can use a hand,” their eyes widen as they see the Bull King sink into the ground as a massive transparent violent hand of energy crushed him.

“Dad/Macaque!” MK and Red son cried out in relief as Iron Fan said it a bit more calmly as MK continued. “How are you here?!”

“Jade rang for me,” the voice echoed out as it continued its struggle against pinning the demon down. “Said some interesting things too.”

Mei's hands twitched anxiously as she waited for any sign of MK. She had just finished cleaning up the rest of the drones in the caves, but she thought it best if she kept here in case there would be any bot or people trying to sneak in to aid the nefarious family. Yet, that didn’t stop her from wanting to go down there and help her friend, no matter how stupid or dangerous that may be.

“You know what, screw this. Sorry MK, but we need all the help,” she gave a quick apology as she sucked in a deep breath and yelled, “MACAQUUEEE!”

Her voice vibrated through the walls.

She knew that she could have easily called him on her phone and he would have come just as quick, but that didn’t really matter in the long run as he saw a dark figure leap his way over to her. “Took you long enough,” she said with a small grin as he phased into the mech.

“Sorry, the city is in chaos as you know,” Macaque sarcastically said as he eyed her state to see any injuries.

“I’m fine,” she quickly said, “but MK is down there fighting DBK!”

“What!” His golden eyes that were tinted with violet eyes snapped onto her light green ones as all six ears twitched.

“Yeah, he didn’t want me to tell you, but I think we have bigger things to worry about.”

“Don’t want me-no,” he stopped himself short before he could go deeper. “Putting that to the side, for now, bigger problems first. Will you be fine if I go to your idiot brother.”

“I am currently inside of a monkey mech,” she deadpanned, “I am more than fine.”

He shot her a smirk and ruffled her already messed up hair and sunk back into the shadows and began to move deeper into the pit.

“Ahaha, about that,” MK nervously scratched the back of his neck.

“We are talking about this later.”

“Yeah that’s fair,” he slumped down.

Then a figure leaped out from the shadows of the Bull King as the Bull King rapidly gained back its bearing and destroyed the hand pinning it down.

Macaque whistled, “Well, I thought that it would at least keep you down a little longer than that, but apparently I’m wrong.”

“It’s the canister!” MK yelled, “they’re amplifying his powers.”

“You don’t say,” he muttered as he eyed the glowing blue power of energy then stared at it a bit harder as something felt off about it. “Somethings not right.”

Princess Iron Fan raised an eyebrow at his comment but quickly pushed it aside as she readied herself. “We can save questions for later, right now we have to get those off of my husband.”

“Right,” he nodded and his eyes went back to the Bull King who was getting up, “alright anyone got a plan.”

“Both Red son and I shall distract him, while the two of you get that monstrosity off him,” she said.

“Gotcha, you ready comet,” he summoned a few of his clones.

MK hesitated before nodding as he put his staff forward, “born ready.”

Then, without warning, the rest of the royal family burst into action as the two attacked the Bull King in a rapid fire as he was suddenly surrounded by a huge fire tornado.

“YOU SHALL FALL TOGETHER!” He roared out as he dispersed it with a loud crackle of energy.

Both of them, who was very much still injured and winded from their already long fight, were pushed back as they fell into the rubble. They slowly tried to get up as the glowing King stomped his way towards them.

His form seemed to almost ripple in anticipation as he locked his glowing blue eyes on their downed forms. No hesitation in his steps as the voices in his head urged him to finally end the traitors.

End the traitors

Destroy them for their treachery

Build a kingdom worth your name

Let their bones turn into ashes

Let their blood soak into the ground

Let their flesh set a reminder

You are the true king

“Yesss,” he hissed out his agreement as he raised his arms to finish them (ignoring the heavy invisible restraint against his arm and a small voice yelling at him to stop.) He would end this now.

Then his head was hit by a rock.

He snarled as he turned to look at MK, who was still in a throwing position.

“Hey, guess I’m a better pitcher than a hitter!” He joked, but then yelped as he felt himself get caught in the Bull’s hand.

“I’ve had about enough of you, one would think that you would learn more of the little sage tricks,” he snarled.

“I don’t know what to tell you,” he shrugged.

Bull King snarled as he proceeded to squeeze him until he was nothing but bones and blood.

“Wait! Wait!” He cried out until he poofed out in a golden light.

“What!” He shouted as he looked at the falling hair, “a clone!?”

“Yup!” He looked to see the real MK in mid-air, “and I didn’t learn little tricks from only the Monkey King,” he grinned as he summoned a hoard full of clones.

He snarled and was about to jump up to meet them when he felt his hooves and hands being grabbed, he looked down to see many Macaque clones holding him down, while some were grabbing his hands.

“Get ready for a nice wake up call,” the real Macaque smirked as he kept into the shadow to keep a steady supply of energy to his clones.

“HERE COMES MONKIE KID!” MK cried out as he and his clones proceeded to all out attack the Bull King until the canister was finally knocked off his back and with one final burst of energy, it had dispersed.

Freedom

Gather back

Become one again

Vessel

Freedom

The black furred monkey felt a shiver running up his spine as he heard the voices ringing in his ears. He looked around and sure enough, it seemed that he was the only one who heard the ominous whispers.

‘That wasn’t a normal power madness,’ he concluded as he realized what really happened. Before he could tell the rest he felt a gust of wind come about as the three demons proceeded to leave.

“Are you serious?!” MK panicked as the rocks began to fall down all around them. “You really just left us here!”

“Honestly not surprised,” he shrugged his shoulder and grabbed his kid by the back of his shirt, “now come on and let’s get out of here before the rocks do us in.”

“How?!”

BOOM!

They looked to see a giant Monkey Mech burst in as Mei smiled at them.

“Everything went well! Need a lift?”

“Mei!”

“Nice timing Mushu.”

“That was some fight huh,” Sandy said as he ate his noodles on top of the giant mech with everyone else. “But we managed to stop DBK.”

“Nice job defeating him MK,” Tang grinned as he slurped up the remains of his bowl.

“I don’t know, I don’t think I really defeated him,” he muttered as he fiddled with his chopsticks. “There was something weird, that power he had just made him…different.”

“But we won right,” she looked on the bright side.

“I’m sure it’s fine,” the historian appeared over Pigsy's shoulder and was casually grabbing some noodles from his bowl. “You don’t need this right sugar.”

“Get your hands off my food!” He pulled away from his lover as everyone around them laughed.

Amid their exuberant energy, they haven’t quite realized that the area was almost desolate with anyone else, including animals and bugs that usually roam around here. The only animal anywhere near them was a bird that perched right on top of one of the outer rocks in the clearing. It seemed to be in a tranquil state as it took in the scene, so it spread its wings to fly off when a voice stopped him.

“You know you could have jumped down and talked to them instead of standing there like an actual creeper,” said Macaque as he emerged from the shadow.

The bird gave him wide eyes as he instinctively transformed back into his original form, “Didn’t really think I should just go in there when all is said and done,” Wukong said as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“Wow, it must have taken a long time to think about that with the way you were sitting there,” he rolled his eyes and leaned against the rock.

“I’m not that bad,” he muttered and settled back down on top of the rock.

“Could have fooled me with the number of times you have a stupid idea.”

“Oh like you haven’t had one.”

“I have my own fair share, but it doesn’t even pale in comparison to yours, should I bring up the Kinnara incident,” he smirked.

“How was I supposed to know that she would kick our ass for interrupting her song,” he grumbled.

“Your ass,” he emphasized, “I had the common sense to stay behind, one would think not to mess with a being whose own gaze can pierce through you.”

“Didn’t seem that way to me.”

“Well, you didn’t have something called survival instinct.”

“To be fair I had plenty of instincts, but I just chose to ignore it back then and thought she was a harmless target,” he then shuddered, “so many regrets that day.”

“Pfft,” he chuckled lowly and Wukong couldn’t help but join in. He knew he was very stupid back then and so much more impulsive and looking back on it now, it is rather funny. But the laughter couldn’t last forever as it then died down as the atmosphere turned into an awkward silence.

Both monkeys knew they were avoiding the bigger problem at hand, but neither wanted to bring that up. At the same time though, they couldn’t ignore it forever, and eventually one of them will have to make the first step soon.

So Macaque opened his mouth and said, “Well if you ever feel like leaving your mountain other than stalking my kid, the forest is always open.”

“Really,” his eyes widened.

‘You really want to see me again.’ The silent question was asked.

“It is a public area, though you might want to bring starlight along with you if you want to see the not so public sights,” he said with a shrug.

‘Yes, I do.’ Was the silent answer.

“I’ll definitely do that! Maybe sometime next week?” He couldn’t stop his smile from growing widely.

“That work, well I got to get back. Too much damn medicine to make and that’s with my clone's help,” he grumbled as he pushed back off the rock.

“See you then,” he said with a short wave.

Macaque flippantly waved his hand as he sank back into the shadows.

Wukong grinned as he watched his friend's aura travel through his shadows until he had reached the city limits. It was only then he turned back into his bird form and took off towards his mountain once more.

“So the hospital is really that backed up again,” MK asked as he sat on top of the rooftop with his dad the next day.

“Like a car side swiping a train,” he groaned as he laid down. “I just got done helping not even an hour ago.”

“I bet Yanyu had to drag you out,” the monkey successor snorted.

“Nah, she was snoring in the back room, she passed the fuck out a few hours back after a successful surgery,” he grinned in pride. His student has really come far since he first started teaching her and to think that she had doubts about her ability, now look at her working alongside the attending physicians. He can still remember her running towards him and lunged at him with utter joy on her face when she told him that she passed her qualifying exam. He is really proud of her.

“She deserves it,” he nodded.

“She does,” the monkey hummed as he got up, “but I think it’s time we talk about that little thing back in the cave.”

MK nervously straightened up as he scratched the back of his neck, “hahaha what do you mean?”

“You are still a terrible liar comet, why didn’t you call me,” he looked him in the eyes.

“I was going to,” he mumbled, not sounding at all convincing.

“Really,” his voice dripped with sarcasm.

MK tried to keep a straight face, but it didn’t last long as he groaned and put his face in his hands, “Alright fine I wasn’t! But I could have handled it! You're always there and I know I can count on you, but something I need to do by myself. I’m not a child anymore.”

“And I know your not, and I have tried my best to not hound on you,” he said then he let out a sigh, “believe me when I say that I know I worry a little too much-”

“A little?!” Mei shouted as she lifted the hatch up.

“Mei! How long have you been there?!” The twenty years old shouted.

“Hehehe, long enough,” she nervously giggled as she slowly climbed out and sat next to her brother. She had forgotten she was eavesdropping on them and just had to blurt out. “Kinda forgot, but I still stand by my point.”

“I know, I mean ever since you left I've been trying to hold back from outright following you around,” he reluctantly said, not even blinking an eye at Mei’s sudden appearance.

“And I'm glad you haven’t, Mei already has a tracker on all of us,” he shot a glare at his sister.

“Wait really?”

“Yes siree!”

“…I feel like I should talk to you more about that kind of stalking,” he eyed her as he was forcibly reminded of another monkey and his stalking.

“Have you seen the number of times we unintentionally get into weird situations, let alone the times we actively seek it out?” She deadpanned.

“And I take that back,” he retracted his words. “But regardless, I trust you Starbright. I trust you even when I want to scoop both you and your sister up and hide you away from the world. But when shit like this happens, I get fucking worried cause that could have ended in a complete disaster, you understand?”

“But it didn’t!” He protested.

“But it could have,” he shot back and leaned in close, “and I’m so fucking grateful that it didn’t. Cause what if something did happen and the both of you wound up biting more than you could chew, fuck the two of you could have died and I wouldn’t have known shit until I saw your corpse.”

“I-I,” MK didn’t know what to say as he lowered his head alongside Mei. Both teenagers were at a loss of words at the reality of the situation, especially MK.

Macaque took a deep breath and let out a huge sigh as he brought both children close to him, “Look, I trust you to take care of yourself, but if you think you land in a situation you can’t handle, please call me. I know I sound repetitive at this point, but I stand by my fucking word that I will come, okay.”

Both of them looked up to meet their dad’s concerned eyes and nodded.

“You got it,” Mei smiled and leaned further into his fur.

“Okay,” MK sniffed as cuddled closer to him.

The black furred monkey smiled down at both of them and gave them each a kiss to the forehead and silently watched the bustling city below just a little longer.

“I’m fine my queen,” Bull King grumbled as he walked through the cave. “I sustained only minor injuries.”

“I know you have, but you were overtaken by a sinister energy source that managed to drive you mad with power that put your meridians past the point of exhaustion,” she deadpanned. “You need to rest.”

“It still doesn’t make sense how such a source can overtake father's mind,” Red son muttered as he looked through an ancient book. “I have heard tales of items having power from their previous owners and using it to their own design, but never of just raw aura. It just doesn’t make sense.”

“You're not wrong spitfire,” they turned to see Macaque phasing out from the shadow of a rock.

“Six Eared Macaque,” Bull King grumbled before he suddenly caught a bag that was thrown at him. “What is-”

“Spiritual roots from the Kunlun Peak, brew those in tea and they should help your median lines get back into condition before the month is up,” the monkey said as he walked closer.

“This is most useful, I will transfer the money-” Macaque cut her off.

“Consider this repaying the favor of saving my son Raki.”

“If I had not attempted to harm your child in my plight of madness there would be no need for this,” DBK gritted out and slightly lowered his head. He knew that the slight of offense of their agreement was on him and his mad conquest of power, if the Six Eared Macaque declared retribution for his actions then he would have to honor his word. What the outcome will be for both sides remains a mystery.

“Yeahhh what you did was stupid, but that’s actually what I came down to talk to you guys about,” he patted Red Son on the shoulder, “your kid is right about the power madness, what happen to you was not that.”

“What?” Both father and son blurted out.

“Explain,” the mother's eyes narrowed as her hand twitched.

“You were being possessed by one bitch of a spirit, what kind, I don’t know, but I do know the signs of possession when I see one.”

“How?”

“Was the different colored glowing eyes not obvious enough? His spouts of madness? Him going completely feral? Whatever you guys found is powerful, powerful enough to influence you BK.”

There was a silence as the surreal announcement enveloped them then someone growled as two craters appeared on the walls.

“Who dares think they have the audacity,” Queen Iron Fan hissed out as the wind began to swirl around her.

“I swear when I find the leech who manipulates me, I will tear their body limb from limb, bone to bone, blood into ashes and let their soul never find rest,” the King growled out in utter hatred.

Prince Red Son said nothing as sparks of fire flickered on and off around different corners of the cave and his hand trembled with fury.

The Royal Bull family does not take lightly to insults upon their names. They are known for sparking dread within people, making those fall to their feet, being a symbol of fear and power spread all through the nation and someone had the insolence to try to not only take control of their King but even fucking dare try to rip the family apart and kill them under his own hands?

They shall feel their wrath, this they declare.

“Well I have my message out of the way,” he wasn’t even fazed by their spirited anger, “Red a word.”

This snapped the prince out of his fury as he walked over to his pseudo uncle, “How may I help you?”

“Not me per say, but certainly my two kids who are worried the hell for you.”

“Their okay right,” he quickly questioned as he knew MK was alright but hadn't seen signs of Mei.

“A little bruised up, but they had worse, but my advice to you kiddo is talk to them. They have been worried out of their minds and I’m sure whatever you might have done they’ll forgive you.” He knew that Red Son wasn’t talking to them out of some sort of self doubt and guilt, but he wasn’t about to pry into what he did.

“You really think so?”

“You’ll have to ask them yourself.”

“…I will,” he nodded, “Thank you.”

“No problem, but let me tell you that since I have known you for a long time and I know you wouldn’t do abuse trust so lightly, especially from people you give a shit about, I’ll let you off with a light warning,” his eyes began to faintly glow a light violet color, “I may not know what you did, but don’t try to maliciously deceive them again, okay.”

“Yes sir,” he immediately said.

“Good boy,” he smirked and ruffled his hair, “now stop fucking around and send them a text before I duct tape their mouths myself.”

“They’ve been that bad?”

“I almost sicced Daiyu on the both just so they could do something else other than complain,” he deadpanned.

“…full permission to do the same if they get past that point,” he smirked.

“You don’t need to even ask me.”

“Yes!” He excitedly pumped his fist.

#monkie kid #lego monkie kid #macaque #six eared macaque #mk #PlumTeaAU

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Title: Poetic Justice

Pairing: Rafael Casal x Reader

Note: Hey! Thanks for the ask! ER nurse x Rafa just for you!

Words: 2.7K

Warnings: mentions of drug use, blood, bar fight.

The fact that you were tired was an understatement. Night shifts were never fun but they especially weren't fun on July fourth. Working at a hospital on a stressful night like tonight was enough to turn every nurse's hair grey. The drunk idiots, the bar brawls, the 15-year-olds who for some reason thought they could hold their liquor, the firework injuries, you could go on.

Eager for a coffee break and a slice of the delicious apple pie that your mom had dropped by earlier, you hurried towards the break room in the other end of the hallway. Getting there in one piece was always tricky, and you knew from experience that if you didn't keep your gaze down low, one of the doctors would hijack you to come see a patient. So with your eyes fixated on your white tennis shoes against the linoleum flooring, you hurried past multiple doctors before your cover was blown.

"Hey!" You heard a doctor give out a loud whistle behind you, "hey; you in the blue scrubs!" He called. You froze in place and took a desperate look around in the hallway, praying that he hadn't referred to you, but you were the only nurse in sight.

With a sigh, you turned around and faced your least favourite doctor in the entire unit, "yes, dr. Helms?" you said politely although his face was even more smackable than usual.

"I forget your name," he said and pushed his horn-rimmed glasses further up his nose without allowing you to answer before he continued, "I have a patient in 302. Bar fight. Possible concussion. Could you see to him before he dismantles the entire emergency room?"

"I was actually just about to go on a break," you tried, your mind fixated on your mom's pie in the fridge.

"The hospital doesn't pay you to go on breaks," the doctor said sternly before he pushed the information clipboard in your hands and walked past you with an arrogant strut.

"Arrogant ass," you mumbled to yourself and looked over the patient information sheet. Helms hadn't even bothered to fill it out.

With a great sigh, you tried to shrug off how annoyed Dr. Helms always made you. And because you were a good nurse, you put on a smile before you entered room 302, ready to face the room-splitting-drunkass that Dr. Helms had been too arrogant to take care of himself.

When you opened the door to the room, you were surprised to see a man eating a can of yoghurt while quietly watching the price is right on the tv screen. The only thing out of the ordinary was the fact that his nose looked particularly swollen and that his face and t-shirt was soaked in blood.

"Hi," you sent him a warm smile, "I'll be your nurse for tonight."

The quiet man shuffled around on the bed and sat down his can of yoghurt, "hey. I hope it's okay I ate in here. I've been waiting for quite some time and I grew hungry," he chuckled slightly and finally looked up at you, "Oh! Hey!!" He said once more, this time with a bit more familiarity. A smirk crept up on his face.

You on the other hand had been frozen for a couple of seconds as you immediately had recognised his husky voice, "...Rafa?"

"Hey," he said once more, this time a bit more softly and with a small laugh as his broad signature grin spread on his lips. He was hard to recognise beneath all the blood but it was definitely him. "You changed hospital. How are you?" He asked you in a nasal voice as he let his eyes run all over your body as if he was scanning you.

"Better than you it seems," you nodded, finally free of your trance, and started filling out the patient information sheet with all of his personal information. You knew everything by heart after all. "What happened to you?" you asked without looking up from the clipboard.

"Eh, I got in a fight at this club downtown," he said cockily.

"Of course you did," you mumbled under your breath.

"-But you'd be happy to learn that it all started because I defended a young woman who was being groped by a creep," he looked oddly proud of himself.

"Don't care. I'm just here as your nurse," you said as you scribbled down his parents' phone number under emergency contacts.

"Yeah, you never did put up with my shit. Glad to see that nothing's changed," he tried joking with a small chuckle but winced in pain by his own movements, carefully touching his nose with his fingers.

"Looks like you could use some pain killers," you said, trying to keep it professional, "I just need to know if you're in any way intoxicated. Alcohol? Drugs?"

He looked at you with a hurt expression on his face but he didn't answer.

"I personally don't care if you're high as a kite right now, Rafa," you said softly, "I'm asking you as a professional. I need to know if you're on drugs or I might give you a dose of something that could end up killing you."

"Just alcohol. Whiskey and tequila - if that matters," he said quietly.

"No drugs?" You shot him an unimpressed look and for the first time since your encounter revealed that you definitely weren't feeling very professional on the inside, "that doesn't sound like you."

"No drugs," he repeated with a small nod.

"Alright then," you muttered under your breath and handed him a pill from a pink jar and a glass of water. You let him swallow it before you continued, "lean back so I can clean your face." You demanded.

Rafa leaned back on the bed, wheezing slightly, "I quitted you know."

"You quitted what?" you said as you wetted a cloth and draped it across his face, cleaning off the blood. You couldn't help yourself and applied just a bit more pressure to his wounded face than what you'd normally do with patients in his situation. He groaned in pain. Served him right.

"The drugs," he said, "I quit the drugs..."

"Good for you," you said, your voice emotionless.

"What, you don't believe me?"

You kept cleaning him off without answering him. His familiar scent was filling your nostrils and it annoyed you how soft it made you. How it reminded you of what had been between you and Rafa.

"Wow, you really don't believe me!" he tried again.

"I haven't seen you in three years. Why do you care if I believe you or not?"

"I quit because of you. The things you said resonated with me after you'd left. I tried telling you. Multiple times."

"If you're referring to the thousand messages you left me, I never listened to them."

Your statement made him clench his jaw tightly and he finally shut up. At least it made him easier to clean when he wasn't talking. It didn't take him long to emit a small whine, however, as you draped the wet cloth over a cut he had on his cheekbone.

"Would you stop smiling like that?" He chuckled slightly, "or is causing me pain turning you on?"

"I have to admit that I'm enjoying it just a little bit," you smiled and threw away the now completely red cloth.

"So you admit that you are happy to see me - even if it's just because I'm whining like a wounded animal in front of you," he smirked.

You looked at his perfect set of straight teeth and the familiar grin that was framing them. You weren't much for admitting it but there was definitely something intoxicating about being this close to him again. Looking at him grinning up at you, you were reminded of the fact that you hadn't left him because you'd fallen out of love with him. You'd left him because he had been ruinous and immature. You cleared your throat to bring your thoughts back on track. "Okay," you said in a professional tone, "you're gonna need an x-ray but with this type of bruising on your face I think it's safe to say that your nose is definitely broken."

"I got head-butted in the face. Of course I broke my nose," he grinned, "how does the rest of my face look? Am I still pretty?"

"You look like a boxer," you joked.

You earned yourself a small laugh from him followed by a series of painful moans as he had accidentally scrunched up his nose while laughing. He had always looked awfully cute when laughing - still did, even with his nose all crooked and swollen.

"You say you got head-butted?" You continued in your professional tone.

"Very much so," he groaned.

"Okay, let me just check your neck then," you said and put your fingertips on the tense muscles in his neck, desperately looking anywhere but eyes.

"Not that I'm not enjoying this, but what are you doing?" He asked quietly, looking up at you with a soft expression.

"Checking for whiplash," you said and touched the muscles where his spine met his skull. You could feel a shiver all the way down his body, as your fingers found the muscles running across the edge of his hairline. You should've remembered. He loved being touched there.

"Mmh," he said as he closed his eyes, "your fingers still feel good against my skin."

"Stop enjoying it so much," you chuckled and gently pressed in on his cervical spine, "you're having a medical procedure done. Not a massage."

"Wouldn't mind a massage," he groaned with his eyes closed, "I may be a little drunk, but this is quite amazing," he whispered as your fingers found his spine beneath his hairline. He emitted another groan and you hated the effect it had on you. It was almost sexual.

"No signs of whiplash," you said loudly and retracted your fingers from his hairline, pulling out a small flashlight from your pocket, "Sit up straight and follow the light please."

Rafa groaned as he repositioned himself on the bed. You moved the flashlight from side to side in front of him. "Oh man, you must really be enjoying bossing me around like this," he chuckled slightly, but followed the light obediently.

"Very much," you said and examined his eyeballs, "your pupils are dilated. How's your head feeling?" you were looking him straight in the eye. The green irises cutting through you.

"Dizzy," he smiled, "and I feel like throwing up."

"Then why are you smiling like that?" you arched an amused eyebrow at him.

It took him a few seconds to answer, "no reason..." he smirked, "I forgot."

"Okay. Definitely a concussion," you nodded with a small laugh and noted it on his information sheet, "you need to be under observation tonight."

"Okay? I need to stay here?"

"No, you can go home. You just need someone to wake you up every hour and ask you a simple question like your name or your date of birth or something of the sort. Is there anyone you could call? A girlfriend or something?" It was a loaded question and you mentally gave yourself a small smack for it.

"I guess I could ask Diggs," Rafa shrugged.

"Ah, yes. The love of your life," you sighed slightly, thinking about Rafa's vibrant best friend while pulling out needle and thread from a small tin.

"He misses you too, you know," Rafa said quietly, "the house was never really the same with you gone."

You thought about the house that the three of you had shared. You'd loved living there with your two best friends. You thought about Daveed too. Rafa had won him in the break-up. "You still live in the old house? Daveed too?"

"Yeah," Rafa nodded and sent you a somewhat hopeful smile, "we had a new kitchen installed. You should come see it."

You thought about it for a minute. Seeing the house and Daveed again would be great but it would be too painful, "no, Rafa..."

"Why not?" He looked at you with puppy eyes.

"I don't want to."

"Because of what I did?"

"Because of what you did. Now shut up. I need to stitch up the cut on your cheekbone," you said and put the needle in the skin right below his eye. He emitted a whimpering noise when the needle penetrated his skin and you felt the corners of your mouth turn upwards.

"Oh, you are so enjoying this," Rafa gave out a soft chuckle, "don't you normally give a local anesthetic for this?

"Not with such a swollen face," you gave him another stitch, "sorry, I'll stop enjoying your pain," you chuckled.

"No, don't. I've always liked this slightly sadistic side to you," he laughed.

"Shut up," you smiled at him as you put in the last stitch with just a small whimper escaping his lips. "Although I gotta say," you chuckled, "hearing you in pain like this is slightly therapeutic."

"Glad to be your personal punching bag," he mumbled with a small smile, his fingers brushing against your scrubs as you leaned over his body to cut the black thread.

You took a step back and examined his face where the bruising had spread considerably in the short amount of time you'd nursed him. An unwelcome voice in the back of your head stated that he looked good even with his swollen nose and the rainbow of colours in the area below his green eyes. You had to clear your throat to stop yourself from going down that road, "alright, mr Casal. You're ready to go to radiology. Just show them this slip," you handed him a piece of paper with his medical details on it.

"Alright," he sighed and stood up from the hospital bed, towering above you.

He gathered his denim jacket from a nearby chair, threw away the yoghurt can and looked at you, "Hey. I know you've probably spent the past three years hating me but do you want to have dinner with me soon?"

"I never hated you, Rafa," you sighed, "we just didn't work out."

"I'm better now. I'm clean."

"I'm very happy for you. You seem to be doing much better."

"I am," he nodded, "I've missed you."

"I've missed you too..."

"But no dinner?"

"No dinner," you shook your head.

"Alright..." he nodded sadly, "I've been waiting for the day I bumped into you again. Although I imagined it to be under different circumstances, I'm still glad that it finally happened. I know that I owe you an apology. When you're ready to hear it I'm ready to offer it."

"Goodnight, Rafa," you said and sent him a small smile.

"Goodnight, nugget," he said before he walked out of the emergency room and closed the door behind him.

Something about hearing him word your old nickname made time stand completely still.

Everything came rushing back to you; the long afternoons doing homework in his backyard, you and Diggs in matching graduation caps while Rafa was cheering for you even though he'd been kicked out months prior to graduation, the three of you moving into a rental house in L.A., pool parties in your backyard, your drunken kiss with Rafa at one of said parties, your drunken night with him too. Suddenly holding hands in secret on a daily basis, sneaking past Daveed's room at night. A while later kissing openly in front of friends and family. Rafa's first signing, the parties that followed, the drugs that followed too. The many times you'd found him passed out around the house from various substances, the night he was so far gone that you thought he would die. The long talk you'd had with him, and how he'd promised to stop. How you had truly believed him only to find him passed out after a party a week later.

If he was ready to apologise, you were ready to listen.

You made a quick decision and poked your head out in the hallway; "hey Rafa!" you called after him

He whipped around in an instant, "yes?"

"Are you hungry? I have a slice of apple pie in the fridge. My mom's."

His signature smile grew wide on his face, "I never could resist your mom's cooking."

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glamrockmonarch · 3 years

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Honeypie: Rufus Taylor Fluff

From the Miscellaneous Masterlist, following Keep Me.

Requested: YES.

Pairing: Rufus Taylor x Fem!Reader.

Type: SFW, Fluff.

Summary: Following “Keep Me” Y/N and Rufus have a newborn baby to bring home and care for.

Warnings: None.

A/N: I could not resist writing this one since Anon asked about it. Also, I've had the toughest week in a while... so many life changes in so little time (I will not talk about it tho) and this piece might not be what people were expecting. I hope it is still enjoyable as I pushed myself to stay true to my word and have something to post today.

Y/N and Rufus are learning the hard way, but the most difficult and perhaps important lesson of them all for any parent out there is the first one they learned. On a Sunday night, merely five days away from their due date, Y/N started feeling “odd”. With a large belly, heavy with their baby, she tried to sleep while Rufus reassured her that it was fine.

“It’s fine. It will be fine!” He had said in an increasingly pitchier and pitchier tone before leaving her alone in their room so she could lay down on her side and try to catch some shuteye, which had been so elusive those past few weeks when their baby grew larger and more active. A kind reminder that her chaotic boyfriend was the father and now there was going to be a Mini-Rufus raising hell in their home.

Babies do not know of time, nor do they care. They are babies! And theirs was no special genius thoughtful baby. Rufus figured this out the moment Y/N began rubbing her belly that evening while they were watching tv. And he was nervous about it.

Like most things, it turned out to be okay. He called his mother first, trying his best to stay both calm and quiet. The rest of the night was a stressful journey. Getting Y/N to the hospital after her water broke and then waiting. The waiting was so much worse than either of them thought it would be. Among the machines and the weight of that uncomfortable state right before delivering a baby, Y/N almost swore to her boyfriend she was not having any more children. Almost.

The birth was not easy on Rufus; he glimpsed between Y/N’s legs and went pale in the face at the sight of a head coming out of her body. Certainly not a clean one, covered in blood his baby would be coming into the world. “Here’s the head!” One of the midwives announced, at which Rufus looked back at his girlfriend, desperate to know she was alright as the miracle of life wrecked her body. He would have an interesting conversation with his mother someday if he did not repress the memory of his beloved pushing a full baby out of her very own vagina.

Everything that they went through made sense at exactly 11:52 pm when Y/N held their baby girl for the first time, small and delicate she held on to Rufus’ finger with a pale hand soft and fragile. Ivy Jayne Taylor (as they named her) was perfect, which had the couple crying with happiness. Their baby, still swollen and somewhat funny coloured, laid between their arms at last. She had not been what people may call “planned”, but she would not be lacking any love because she had been “wanted” since the moment Y/N knew the news. Ivy Jayne Taylor’s parents had made her from their own love for each other, a love that had been born from a small seed of friendship and grew with time. A love that rooted itself healthy, strong and steady in both hearts like a tree. And she was now a new seed of love in those two hearts.

A day later, with the thumbs up from the doctor they were able to go home and arrived back to a quiet crowd waiting to meet Ivy Jayne. A mixture of Taylor’s and Y/L/N’s revolved around Y/N to watch baby Ivy as she slept in her mother’s arms.

“Ow, she is so pretty!” Lola whispered over the new mum’s shoulder.

“Oh yes…” Debbie spoke softly, touching the baby’s head with cautious fingers. “She’s got those Taylor genes, doesn’t she?” She smiled.

Indeed, the baby had a full hair of pale yellow hair already covering her head.

“Rufus, you did good!” Lilly squeezed his arm as he came back.

With the bags already upstairs he gave his sisters a tired side smile and walked up to his girlfriend and daughter. “You want me to take her?”

Shaking her head, Y/N was unable to look away from the petit features of her baby girl.

“You should rest too,” her mother said, placing a hand on her shoulder. “Do it while she’s asleep, trust me you’ll need it.”

Everyone in the kitchen who had a child stirred a laugh or nodded.

“I don’t know, it feels weird…” Y/N admitted, her Y/E/C eyes turned to Rufus, “I don’t want to leave her anywhere.”

“We’re home,” Rufus reasoned. “it’s okay.”

Hesitantly, Y/N put Ivy on Rufus’ arms and watched him coo at her when she moved. Their baby looked even smaller in his embrace but the sight comforted her as he was joined by Felix, the two with a similar smile adorning their faces.

The blond drummer took their baby upstairs and she sat by the kitchen bar to chat with her relatives. Her mother had brought groceries and filled their fridge “enough for a week or so” she said.

The visit was not very long, everybody was aware that Y/N would probably want to rest even if she was smiling and listening to the conversations.

Rufus was only somewhat less exhausted, although the dark circles under his eyes stood testimony to the quality of sleep at the hospital the previous night when he could not leave his daughter’s side.

Not five minutes after the couple was left alone for the first time at home with their little baby did she start crying.

Ivy was a tall baby, still delicate and still small. She had proved how tough she was when she had her ears pierced at the hospital, the nurse thought she was going to go mad with anger and pain but the little blonde baby pushed her gloved hand away and gave a lazy moan. Now… babies are usually a lot less easygoing when they are taken home.

“What could she want?” Y/N turned to Rufus with their baby in her arms.

“Is she hungry?”

They tried to feed her, but Ivy was uninterested in mama’s breast.

“...maybe a clean diaper?” Rufus offered again, his astonishing unprofessional opinion, but that got them nowhere still.

Even worse, their baby’s loud wailing was getting louder with desperation.

“Rufus,” Y/N was frustrated but she managed to stay calm. “Hold her for a sec, okay?”

She decided to call her mother and ask for advice. Of course, when she left the room and found her phone in the kitchen with a bit of good advice from mum to go back upstairs to the nursery she found Rufus pacing with a silent and quite pleased looking Ivy pressed against his chest.

“Wha-” She stood in the doorway and smiled at Rufus. “How?”

He turned to her, grinning. “Figured maybe she is just like you,” he explained, “so all she wanted was to be held.”

Y/N sighed and looked away feigning annoyance, “that’s not all I want…”

“I know, you also like f-u-c…”

“I get it,” she interrupted with a straight face.

Rufus put his hand out and signalled for the new mum to come to him. She complied, going to him and wrapping her arm gently over their baby girl as the other went around Rufus’ waist. Rufus held her to his side and kissed the top of her head.

“You’ve just taken all the bragging rights available in this relationship, I will never make anything as perfect.”

Y/N followed his gaze and squeezed him in her embrace once she realised he was watching their daughter with adoring eyes. So he was going to be that kind of dad.

“Couldn’t’ve done it without you Ru.”

...

#rufus taylor #rufus taylor x reader #fem!reader #reader insert #x reader #rufus taylor fluff #honeypie

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bisexuallsokka · 4 years

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i said sad ending intially but if it means we get to read both im changing my answer to happy ending

alright, good choice! i went with a happier ending, here’s the link to the fic

as for the alternative sad ending, i’m going to put it under the cut. it’s a 5+1 fic and the +1 was the sad one, so i’ll paste that here. i would recommend reading the whole fic first and then if you want to see what i had initially planned for the ending, it is unedited but here it is

(cw for major character death)

“Are you sure you don’t want me to write it down for you?” Zuko asks his husband for the second time, an eyebrow raised.

“I got it! Don’t worry. Soba noodles, rice vinegar, toothpaste, cat treats. Easy peasy,” Sokka beams, grabbing his keys and shrugging on a jacket. “I’ll grab some Twizzlers for movie night, too.”

Zuko rolls his eyes. He will never admit it, but he has grown to love Twizzlers thanks to Sokka. It may have something to do with the large amount of Twizzler flavored kisses over the years. “Alright. I’ll be expecting your phone call soon.”

“Do you have that little faith in me?” Sokka gasps dramatically.

“Not in you, just in your track record,” Zuko tells him. "Four years of marriage will do that."

Sokka laughs and takes a step toward him, watching Zuko pull out ingredients from the fridge until Zuko notices and gives him a questioning look.

“Hey,” Sokka says, kissing Zuko on the cheek. “I love you, you know.”

“I love you too, you giant dork," Zuko responds, heart fluttering in his chest even as he pushes Sokka toward the door. "Now scram, I'm hungry!"

Sokka laughs. “I’ll be right back! I promise!”

Twenty minutes later, Zuko smiles when he feels his phone vibrating in his pocket. He can just imagine Sokka staring at the store shelves, waiting for Zuko to pick up so he can ask, “Was it white vinegar that you wanted? Also, do you have a preference for the brand of noodles I get? What else did we need? I know I said I didn’t need to write it down but I should have written it down-”

Zuko puts down the salt he just added to the sautéing vegetables and grabs the phone, not even bothering to look at the caller ID as he answers. “Yes?” he asks, smiling widely.

“Zuko, where are you?”

He blinks. It’s Katara. The tone of her voice sends a chill through his body, and with shaking hands he is already reaching for his keys.

“Katara? Are you o-”

“Zuko, it’s Sokka. You need to come to the emergency room, now.”

Zuko barely has the mindset to turn the stove off before he’s stumbling out the door, keys in hand, knuckles white where he is still clutching his phone as Katara talks to him.

And for the first time in his life, Sokka breaks his promise.

…

The emergency room is deadly silent. Or maybe it is loud. Zuko can’t seem to process anything other than his racing thoughts, the roaring in his ears. As soon as he runs in, a nurse rushes up to meet him, making eye contact with him and then leading the way down the hallway to where Katara and a few other doctors are standing with their heads bowed. One of them has her arm around Katara, which doesn’t make sense because shouldn’t they all be helping Sokka, instead of standing around, and which room was Sokka’s, and-

Katara turned her head at the sound of his footsteps and met Zuko’s eyes with her own wide ones. He has a moment to notice the fresh tears cascading down her cheeks before she rushes to him and wraps her arms around his torso.

“I’m so sorry,” she whispers, and Zuko shakes his head, barely registering that the other doctors are walking away, giving them privacy.

“What are you talking about? Where’s Sokka?” he asks, and he feels numb but his voice comes out shaky and frightened.

“Zuko,” she pulls back to look him in the eyes. “He didn’t make it. We did everything we could, and he crashed just a few minutes after the ambulance brought him in.”

“But,” Zuko starts, because that can’t be true, Sokka can’t be...gone, he’s going to walk out of one of the rooms any moment now, smiling that crooked smile of his, and he is going to be okay, and he needs Katara to know that, that Sokka wouldn’t just leave him like this. “No, he…” His thoughts are racing, but he can’t seem to convey any of them into words. “No, Katara, he...he promised me that he would be right back. He never breaks his promises. He promised me.”

“This is one promise he can’t keep,” she says quietly.

Zuko feels her shuddering breaths as she sobs into his chest, and his arms are tight around her like it’s the only thing keeping him standing upright, which is probably true, and he has the feeling that he is keeping her from collapsing too. He rubs circles onto her back as she mourns. As long as he has known Sokka, he has known Katara, the two of them a package deal. But now, it is just Katara, grieving over the loss of the brother she has always had by her side.

They stand there for a long time, Zuko comforting the sister of the love of his life, Katara comforting the husband of her big brother, both numb and overwhelmed with emotion at the same time.

…

Katara is at his side and holding his hand, her head on Zuko’s shoulder. Neither of them like coming here alone, so when Toph tells Zuko she has work or Aang offers to stay with the kids, they make the drive together.

Sometimes they stand there for a long time, not saying a word until they are back in the car. Other times they’ll sit on the grass in front of Sokka’s grave and talk about their favorite memories of him, laughing even as they wipe away the tears of sorrow. Today she offers him a bag of Twizzlers and he takes one out and chews it slowly as he stares at the words loving husband carved out of stone.

It makes him think of Sokka’s voicemail, the one he keeps calling just to hear his voice again. “You’ve reached Sokka, that’s with an -okka, if this is important please leave a message, and if this is my loving husband, just know that I in fact do love you more, Zuko.”

The sky is getting darker, and Katara starts to walk toward the car, her fingers letting go of Zuko’s hand as he stays unmoving. She glances over her shoulder, and he gives her a nod before she turns back around and walks to the car alone.

He kneels in front of the tombstone, his head full of so many things he needs to say, but nothing comes out. He takes a shuddering breath in and places a palm on the grass, looking up at the sky where he can see the moon rising on the horizon. He smiles at it.

“I’ll never stop loving you, Sokka. Ever. I promise.”

(Zuko keeps his promise.)

#my writing #ask me stuff #death cw #major character death cw #friendshipisweird

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the-river-person · 3 years

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Fangs, Tupperware, and Canines

Snip... snip... snip. Not one single stray bud or dying leaf would escape his shears. Papyrus, the Great and Terrible Papyrus, Lieutenant Captain of the Royal Guard, scowled in concentration as he trimmed the rose bush before him. It was a captain’s duty to maintain the flowerbeds around the station, for though they did not produce any actual sustenance, the roses were a symbol of loyalty to the Royal Family, and thus must be maintained with as much care as any plant in the fields or orchards. The sharp blade cut away at any offending sign of decay or hasty growth, mercilessly silencing them as brutally as the Lieutenant Captain would any lawbreaker. His hands were steady, showing no sign of the inner rage he was struggling to contain. Sans was late, again. If that no good, lazy, shit piece of-... no. Sans would have some reason, he was sure of it. There was always some reason, after all. Not always a good one, but good enough to scrape him by. Hmph. He glared at the rosebush as if it were at fault for his brother’s idiocy. Predictably, the rose bush showed no reaction, nor had Papyrus expected it to. He caught the sound of familiar footsteps approaching, that was Sans at last. But... not alone? Sans had no friends... who? Hand at his side, ready to summon a weapon of bone at the slightest instant, he stood and turned to await the arrival of his brother and whoever was with him. Upon seeing who it was, he relaxed. Doggo, a member of the Canine Unite. Loyal as any dog, though stupid and vicious as one. Papyrus smirked slightly. Stupid was good when it came to the dogs. They didn’t get any funny ideas. Unfortunately, Doggo himself smelled very strongly of smoke and dog biscuits as well as the very faint scent of whisky. One more person was with them. Funnily enough this Monster was being dragged by Sans, presumably against their will, and did not look even remotely happy about their circumstances. Papyrus noted that Doggo was looking equally annoyed and was also being forced along against his will. How very odd, Sans didn’t usually exert his will unless he really felt he needed to, and considering how damned lazy he was, that hardly ever happened. The other Monster was a cat monster, much like that radio host from Nebelheim, though this one was smaller and very clearly a child. Their fur was lighter grey marked by darker grey streaks. “I expect you have a very good reason for all of...this?” said Papyrus shortly, unable to find a suitable word to describe the ludicrous scene in front of him as he gestured to the three monsters before him. Somehow, Sans’ grin was almost gleeful, something that Papyrus wanted to smack him for, but as tempting as it was he managed to resist the impulse. “Sorry Boss, I was on my way to find ya. And I ran into these idiots near the orchards.” And saying this he gave both cat monster and Doggo a little shake, causing both to bare their teeth at him, which only made him snicker. It was absolute bullshit, to use the common phrase. Sans didn’t walk anywhere if he could help it. Papyrus’ interest in this was growing with each moment. “Doggo here found a little free experience and thought he’d have some fun. Normally I wouldn’t care, but Doggo is in the Guard, ain’t he? I seem’ ta remember some kinda rule against that. Can’t have anyone under your command breakin’ the rules, can we?” Sans was definitely up to something. He didn’t care a bit about rules or regulations. But technically, he was correct. There was a rule about members of the guard taking advantage of their position to prey on the weak for XP. After all, someone needed to keep some kind of order. For a long moment, Papyrus was silent, trying to decide what to do with the lot of them. Because Sans had actively saved this child, he couldn’t simply be thrown out or imprisoned, there was procedure to think of. And of course, Doggo couldn’t be let off easy, though his punishment would be light since he was a valuable asset to the guard. Just enough to make an example. “You, child. Who are you? Where is your family? Parental authorities? Striped shirt? Well?” The cat-monster stared up at him, clearly bewildered, and after a moment where Papyrus’s impatience was beginning to boil, he finally shrugged and shook his head. With a snort, and reaching the very end of his patience, Papyrus simply used his magic to Check the child’s stats. “?????” * HP: 14/20 * AT: 0 DEF: 0 * Weapon: Teeth & Claws * Doesn’t know where or who he is, but is determined to survive. A resilient soul, despite the lack of parents or a home. * Has been hungry for a while. Oh. Papyrus paused, his scowl deepening as he thought hard. That changed things. He tapped the side of his skull thoughtfully as he pondered out loud. “Well then, we’ll of course have to inform Captain Undyne as per regulation. And figure out what to do with you until some more permanent solution can be found.” “I could eat him?” offered Doggo. It was only a joke, even Papyrus could tell that, though perhaps a poorly timed one considering how much trouble the stupid monster was already in. But in the few seconds that it took for the comment to register, the cat monster had already broken free from Sans’ grip and leapt upon Doggo, biting him hard with his sharp fangs. “OWOWOHOW!!!” screeched the guard dog as he tried to shake off his would-be assailant. Sans was laughing, doubling over as his belly and shoulders shook from the force of his amusement. “Well shit, Doggo. Looks like you’re the one who’s gonna get eaten! Little kitten here has fangs after all!” With a growl of feigned annoyance, though he too was resisting the urge to laugh, Papyrus reached forward and grabbed the nameless monster by the scruff of his neck and pulled him away from Doggo, forcing him to release his toothy hold in order to turn around and bite Papyrus instead. “Stop that,” ordered the Lieutenant Captain sharply and his captive stilled in fear. “It won’t help anyway, I’m as resilient as bone.” He smirked in San’s direction as his brother’s face went blank with surprise before breaking into an even wider grin. “We’ll have to call you something, and since you seem to be well equipped with them, we’ll call you Fang. Don’t bite any more guards unless you have no other choice, its against the law.” Thrusting Fang down into a chair he made his way over to a little refrigerator sitting in the corner, from this he removed a tupperware of his famous lasagna. It was still hot, as the fridge was one of the custom made ones from Nebelheim labs and kept anything inside well heated. This he placed down firmly in front of Fang, adding a fork and a napkin for good measure. Injuries and lost identities were no excuse for bad manners. Doggo was scowling at the kid, “You’re feeding him?” He said with a sort of plaintive and complaining whine in his voice. “But he bit me.” “Yes he did, and well deserved too. Besides, he’s hungry and the best remedy is my famous-” he paused as there was a tug on his sleeve. Turning to look he found the boy offering him the now empty tupperware with a hopeful expression. Wordlessly Papyrus retrieved another from the fridge and that too was quickly devoured. Honestly he wasn’t at all certain what to make of the expression the child was giving him now, something kind of like adoration. He wasn’t sure he liked it, but he found it difficult to fault anyone who had such refined taste enough for his lasagna. “Ahem,” he cleared his throat, it was time to get back on track. “He can stay in the spare bedroom for a week or so, until things are sorted out and some other arrangement can be made. Papyrus took great pleasure in the fact that both Doggo and Sans had sour expressions now. Doggo still nursing the bite marks from the kid’s teeth, and Sans looking like he wished he’d dumped the kid in a ditch before sharing the house with someone else. “Now,” he said, addressing the pair. “I seem to recall that both of you are still on duty, and the day isn’t nearly over. Get back to your patrols or I’ll be sending reports to Undyne containing your death certificates.” With a click of his teeth in a wide grin and a mocking salute, Sans disappeared with a final “Aye Boss, whatever you say.” Doggo sullenly gave a more proper salute and slunk off out the door. Papyrus noted that the canine’s uniform was wrinkled and the shirt wasn’t tucked in, not to mention that it also had several small tears where the material had worn thin. Humph. It was a travesty. He’d have to order an official inspection one of these days.

#the great and terrible papyrus #everfell papyrus #everfell sans #fang everfell #everfell #underfell fanfic #underfell au #alternate universe #undertale au #utmv #undertale multiverse #minor swearing

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unholyhelbig · 3 years

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hizzie prompt: hope, lizzie & Pedro in the kitchen (Lizzie making him a sandwich obvi) and he brings up that thinks they’re dating cause he heard an older kid talking about it (because of the fake funeral “lover” comment that leads to dating rumors)

A/N: You’ve got it! I have a bunch of Hizzie Prompts in my inbox, and now that the show starts soon, I’m going to give them a go. (Read on AO3)

Title: Lovers

Ship: Lizzie Saltzman/ Hope Mikaelson

Lizzie pulled the freezer open like she had done a million times before, a blast of cold air hardens the sweat against her collarbone. It made her skin feel tight. She reached blindly for a water bottle and instantly moved the hunk of ice to the back of her neck, flinching under the change in temperature and then relaxing into it.

She groaned, rolling her head to loosen the tension. Training with her father was not going well; it wasn’t going horribly either, but she had been flipped against the docks way too many times for her liking. There would be a day when she could catch his hands before they made contact. But today, she nursed her wounds and craved a shower.

When she closed the door, she jumped, drawing in a thick heaping of breath as the fridge shook under the movement. Pedro stood on the side of the appliance, an innocent smile on his face, curls falling into deeply innocent eyes.

“Hi Lizzie,” He chirped

She didn’t want to fall for his nice act. Pedro had never been sneaky, per se, but he had a certain look to him as he rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet, his hands tucked behind him. “What do you want?”

“Nothing just wanted to say hi.” He let his shoulders drop when Lizzie narrowed her eyes “Okay, fine. I want a sandwich.”

“You know how to make those yourself.”

“Yours are better,”

She set the icy water bottle down on the counter and let out a sharp sigh. He knew her weakness, and the compliments were flattering. Pedro happened to be one of the only people she could stand being around in this God Forsaken place- he was a smart kid. A hungry kid.

“Alright fine, sit.” She lifted her chin towards the table and that light came back to his face. He dashed over to the breakfast bar and scrambled onto a chair. She didn’t care how much she wanted to shower and nap. It could wait.

She opened the fridge once more and pulled out the ingredients: Turkey, Cheddar cheese, tomatoes, lettuce, and mayo because Pedro was never a fan of yellow mustard. Lizzie prided herself on her cooking skill, however minimal. She could whip up a mean mac and cheese, and an even meaner cold cut sandwich.

Lizzie washed her hands free of dirt and grasped a dishtowel to dry them. When she turned, they weren’t alone. Hope Mikaelson stood timidly at the kitchen door, wringing her hands as if she were thinking about walking right back out. But she looked hungry too, her mouth was watering at the sight of the scene in front of her.

“Did you hear the crinkle of the bread?” Lizzie snorted.

“What? No! I was on my way to get some… salt… for a spell.” Hope squinted and then nearly combusted trying to think of a better excuse. There wasn’t one; it was too close to dinner for her to hide her hunger.

Lizzie groaned and gestured vaguely to the chair that was open next to Pedro. He wiggled a bit as he scooted over and Hope lowered herself into the seat. She rested her chin against her hands as Lizzie worked. Her stomach growled loudly and she licked her lips as Lizzie tore open the turkey.

She worked methodically, slicing up the tomato first, the sharp edge of the blade. It took everything in her to focus her attention on the task at hand, and not on Hope and Pedro. They talked in hushed voices. Hope had a way with kids that always warmed Lizzie’s heart- even if it was slightly.

Hope talked to him like he was a kid while Lizzie treated Pedro like an adult. Sometimes they needed that, she sure as hell did when she scaled down the side of the Salvatore school with tied sheets and a couple of sweatshirts for extra measure.

“He said what?” Hopes voice had raised.

Lizzie glowered over the sliced tomato and started layering meat and cheese on toasted wheat. She topped it off with lettuce and the freshly sliced vegetables before setting the plates in front of her audience. She quirked a brow and threw the towel over her shoulder, leaning heavily against the counter.

Pedro grasped the food thankfully and took a big bite “he said mmhmmhm”

Hope clenched her jaw and looked to Lizzie for some type of translation. The taller girl shrugged and shook her head. She couldn’t decipher anything. “Uh,”

“Jed told me that you guys were dating.” Pedro swallowed his food “And I told him there was no way because Lizzie tells me everything, and Lizzie didn’t tell me this.”

“Oh?” She smiled, leaning further into the counter.

Hope’s cheeks flushed and she picked up her own sandwich before taking a large bite out of the corner. She had averted her stare to the crumbs on the plate and even went in for a second bite before completely finishing the first.

“Yeah,” He shrugged his shoulders before frowning, “I think it would work. Hope was really nice at your funeral.”

“I was?” She asked, wiping the corner of her thumb against her mouth “I was. Totally had the greatest things to say about Lizzie. She makes a killer sandwich.”

He nodded in agreeance and slid from the seat “Jed said something about you complimenting her skills with loving people. I think that’s sweet. Thank you, Lizzie!”

“Sure thing, Kid.”

He dashed out of the storm doors and across the yard before she lost sight of him entirely. Hope was chewing thoughtfully and Lizzie grasped Pedro’s plate before putting it in the sink and flicking on the water.

“Lovers?”

“I’m a good one-“

They spoke at the same time and Lizzie succeeded her sentence with a drawn-out sigh. She ran the plate under the stream of water before deciding that now wasn’t a great time to clean up. She would do it later, after a scolding, she was assured. But Hopes wipe and unripe eyes deserved her full attention.

“Look… Hope, I couldn’t help myself.” Lizzie chewed on her bottom lip, careful not to draw blood because Hope was sure to smell it. “Everyone hates me. And before- before Europe that was fine. I wanted people to hate me because that met they feared me, and fear keeps people out of my business.”

“What changed, then?”

“I tried. That whole time I wasn’t flitting around the UK like it was nothing. I was in offices and evaluations, and when I wasn’t there I was with Mom’s witch friends trying to control the way my emotions affect my magic.” She sighed again, this time sadder “So when I died, and no one saw the new me, it struck a nerve. So yes. Lovers.”

The room was silent and Lizzie suddenly regretted a lot, mainly waving Hope in to have a sandwich in the first place. But she took the quiet as a grain of that imaginary salt that the girl was searching for in the first place.

“Is it true?”

“What?”

“Are you good at it?” Hope’s eyebrows shot up “Because if you can make a killer sandwich like that, and you’re good in bed? I know that’s sexist- but I’m curious now that the rumors are going through the wolf pack.”

Lizzie cracked a smile and pulled her shoulders back. She watched Hope as she leaned over the counter and placed the plate on top of the other one. The wolf’s eyes lingered playfully and for a bit too long. But Lizzie took that as a grain of salt too.

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theladyofdeath · 4 years

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Alone in the Ashes {12}

A Court of Thorns and Roses fanfction, characters belong to Sarah J Maas. Modern au. Revolves around Nesta x Cassian, Feyre x Rhysand, and Elain x Azriel. Other characters appear throughout. Based on multiple prompts sent in by anons tbr below.

Warning: Mature content. Alcohol abuse, verbal abuse, drugs, sex, language, eating disorders.

For summary & chapter index, click > Alone in the Ashes {Acotar}

Word Count: 3.2k

A/N: Isn’t it uncomfortable being in that weird awkward angsty fluff phase of the story

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“Angry people are not always wise.” ― Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice

Rhysand walked through the front door of their apartment, Feyre right behind.

“Get in bed,” she said, shutting the door behind him. “I’ll get you something to eat.”

Rhysand didn’t have the energy to protest. Instead, he slumped through the hall until he reached his bedroom and slowly lowered himself onto his mattress.

Every movement brought a stabbing pain, dominantly in his ribs. In his shoes and all, wearing everything he had been taken to the hospital in the night before, Rhysand laid back against his pillows.

He could hear Feyre poking about in the kitchen. She hadn’t been the same after what she had confessed the night before. Now he’s using you to prove that even though I left him...he can still control me. It’s all my fault. No matter how much he tried to convince her otherwise, she wouldn’t budge.

She came into his room a minute later with a sandwich and a glass of water. She saw him lying pathetically on his bed, dressed in his filthy clothes, and smiled softly.

He loved that smile.

“Maybe you should get yourself cleaned up,” she said, setting the plate on his nightstand. “After you eat, so you can take your pain meds.”

“I don’t need them,” Rhysand said, grabbing his sandwich off the plate and taking a bite, still laying down.

Feyre rolled her eyes. “Stubborn ass. They’ll help.”

Shaking his head, Rhysand said, “I’m fine, really.”

“I could hear you cringing while you laid down from all the way in the kitchen,” Feyre shot back.

Rhysand said nothing.

He took another bite of his sandwich.

“Listen to your woman,” Feyre said, stalking out of his bedroom and into the bathroom. He could hear the water running, filling up the tub, as he finished off his pb&j. When Feyre came back, Rhysand was drifting into sleep. “No, no. Bathe first. You stink and you’ve got blood everywhere.”

With a groan, Rhysand sat up and lifted his shirt over his head. Feyre must’ve seen the pain in his expression, no matter how much he tried to ignore it, because she was sitting on his bed, helping him take off his shoes, then his socks. Rhysand stood and unbuttoned his jeans as he walked toward the bathroom.

“You going to give me a sponge bath, Nurse Feyre?” he asked.

Feyre laughed from behind him. “Maybe. I even put bubbles in it for you.”

Rhysand grinned. “Now you’re just spoiling me.”

Kicking off his jeans, Rhysand slid into the bath, down into the steaming, bubbly water. He sighed, leaning back.

Feyre sat next to the bath as his eyes fluttered shut.

“Come in with me,” he muttered.

“You’re in no condition for that,” Feyre mumbled, but he could tell she was smiling.

Rhysand opened one eye and looked at her. “I’ll be good. I promise.”

With a look that said he was full of shit, Feyre slid off her dirty clothes and stepped into the tub. She sat on his lap, cautiously straddling his waist. Her fingers, softly and slowly, slid down his chest. With his eyes closed, and his hands resting on her ass, Feyre took a cloth and soaked it in soap and warm water before bringing it to his face. She dabbed above his split lip, erasing the dried blood, then moved to his neck, around his scratch, where Eris had pressed the blade into his skin. Once free of blood, she ran the cloth over his chest, his arms, his abdomen, being extra cautious around his broken ribs.

“Lower,” Rhysand begged, and Feyre’s body shook above him.

“You said you’d be good,” she laughed, quietly, dropping the rag in the water.

Rhysand sighed. “I lied.”

She was shaking her head when he opened his eyes. Beautiful, with her hair hanging around her shoulders, her lips parted, eyes watching her own slender fingers draw circles against Rhysand’s chest.

“I love you,” he breathed.

Feyre’s head shook, slowly, gray-blue eyes growing weary. “You love me too much.”

“Not possible,” he said, taking her hands from his chest and interlacing his fingers in hers. “I am so in love with you, Feyre.”

She smiled, but her eyes welled up with tears. “Rhys-”

“I love you,” he repeated, holding onto her hands. “I love you.”

A tear slid down her cheek. “I love you, too.”

With a heavy heart, he wiped that tear away, unable to say anything more. He knew she felt guilty, and he also knew that no matter what he said or did, she would continue to feel guilty. It was who she was. She couldn’t help it.

He pulled her into him, even though she protested, at first. Eventually, she reluctantly obeyed, but the moment her head was lying on his shoulder, her hand lying on his chest, she melted into him.

They laid like that for a long while, and they had remained silent for so long that Rhysand didn’t realize that Feyre had fallen asleep until the water started to get cold. He shook her body, gently, and when her eyes opened, he suggested, “Bed?”

She nodded, pulled the plug, and got out. He followed, and she wrapped a towel around his waist before drying herself off and following him back to his room, where they laid together, naked, beneath the sheets, clinging to one another as they fell asleep.

~~~~~

Azriel woke up to the early morning sun peeking in through his blinds. He stayed perfectly still, though, because Elain was sound asleep, cheek resting against his chest.

But he really had to piss.

Slowly, he thought to himself, as he pulled himself out from under her. He let her down, almost as smoothly as he had hoped, but either way, she stayed asleep as Azriel scooted off the edge of his bed and tip-toed quietly to the door. He begged it not to creak as he opened it, slipped out, and shut it with a soft click behind him.

In the hallway, he finally let out a breath as he closed himself inside of the bathroom. In the mirror, his hair was a mess, his eyes still blurred, trying to wake up.

While relieving himself, a loud knock came on the door, making him jump.

“I HAVE TO PEEEEEEE!”

Azriel snorted. “Almost done, Mila.”

“Hurry up!” she cried. “Uuuuuuuuuugh.”

He opened the door and was met with a tiny human, eyes narrowed, hands on her hips, auburn hair in absolute chaos.

She pushed her uncle out of the way and hurried to the toilet. Azriel cracked the door, giving her privacy.

“Hungry?” he asked, through the crack.

“Yes,” she said, sighing. “I want pancakes.”

“Of course,” Azriel muttered, heading back down the hallway, toward the kitchen, where Mor was sitting at the table, sipping on a cup of coffee.

Her brows rose. “My back is killing me. There’s a reason I sleep on the couch. Which, I noticed this morning, my dear Azriel, is empty.”

Azriel gave her a look before opening the pantry and pulling out a box of pancake mix.

“Not to pry,” Mor went on, “but when I went to sleep last night, I had offered the couch to Elain, where I know, for a fact, she fell asleep.”

Azriel didn’t give into her interrogation. “Talk to Rhys this morning?”

“Yes,” Mor sighed, “he called on his way home from the hospital a little while ago. He claims he’s perfectly fine.”

“Of course he does,” Azriel murmured, making a note to call Feyre later to see how he’s really doing.

“Are you really going to make me ask if Elain is in your bed?” Mor asked, setting down her mug, forcibly, on the table.

Silently, Azriel opened the cabinet and pulled out a bowl. “I would never.”

“Azriel,” she begged.

Azriel laughed. “You can’t stand not knowing shit, can you?”

When he looked over his shoulder, it was written all over her face: no, she couldn’t.

Shaking his head, Azriel turned back around and found a measuring cup. “Yes, she’s in my bed. No, nothing...happened.”

Mor was instantly on her feet. “You hesitated. You definitely hesitated.”

She threw open the fridge, grabbed the milk, and met him at the counter.

“I hesitate a lot,” Azriel said, opening the box of pancake mix. “People typically don’t read into it.”

“I’m not people,” Mor said, opening the milk and measuring it out before pouring it into the bowl. “I’m your best friend.”

Azriel glanced at her through his side eye before shaking his head. “I don’t know. We kissed, and we…..cuddled, and it was nice.”

Mor’s smile widened. “Azriel just said cuddle. How sweet.”

Azriel jabbed her in the ribs with his elbow before pouring the mix into the bowl.

Looking his direction, Mor’s smile softened. “Jokes aside, I do think it’s sweet. I like Elain. She’s kind and gentle. The complete opposite of you, and opposites attract.”

Azriel lifted a brow as he pulled out a whisk and pointed it at Mor. “Are you saying that I’m not gentle?”

Mor cackled. “Have you met you? Gentler than Cassian, maybe, but that’s not saying much. No, Az, my love, you are not what I consider to be gentle. Unless it’s with Mila, but everyone’s gentle with that little princess.”

“Speaking of,” Azriel mumbled, hearing her run down the hall.

Mila came around the corner, bouncing up and down. “Pancakes! And chocolate milk, please.”

“Ah, getting sugared up first thing in the morning,” Azriel laughed, and caught his niece as she jumped into his arms. She climbed onto his back and held him around his neck. “I suppose since it’s Saturday, it’s okay.”

“Yay!” she yelled, right into his ear.

Azriel mixed what was in the bowl together as Mila jumped from Azriel’s back into Mor’s arms, who carried her to the couch to watch cartoons, just as Azriel’s bedroom door opened.

As Elain came around the corner, her cheeks were pink.

Even having just awoken, Azriel was blown away by her beauty.

“Hi,” she said, quietly.

“Hi,” Azriel replied, biting down on his lip to suppress his smile. “You like pancakes?”

Elain hesitated. “Everyone likes pancakes.”

“Well, you’re in luck, then, because I make phenomenal pancakes….that come from a box.”

Elain laughed, and Azriel noticed Mor peeking over her shoulder at the two of them.

Mila, just now realizing there was another person in the room, jumped up on the couch. “Lain!”

Elain smiled, brightly. “Good morning.”

“Why are you here?” she asked, still excited, but slightly confused.

A soft laugh tumbled out of Elain as she hesitated. “I...couldn’t wait until later to come see you, so I came a little early.”

“Yay!” Mila yelled, sitting back down beside Mor. “Come on, Lain, we’re watching Looney Tunes.”

“Looney Tunes still comes on?” Azriel muttered.

“Of course,” Mor called, as Elain joined the girls on the couch. “It’s a classic, Saturday mornings wouldn’t be the same without it.”

Shaking his head, every woman in the house abandoning him, Azriel made pancakes.

And then the four of them sat down at the table and ate, together, laughing over the sugary breakfast of pancakes with syrup and whipped cream, and chocolate milk.

Azriel kept catching Elain’s eyes, and all he could think about was the sweet taste of her lips the night before, and how he couldn’t wait to taste them, again.

~~~~~

The deep blue waters of the Sidra were sparkling as Cassian ran along it in the early morning heat, Bryaxis beside him on his leash, tongue hanging out as he jogged alongside his master.

He didn’t sleep at all, between what happened to Rhys and how he left things with Nesta.

Rhysand could take care of himself, Cassian knew that, but he couldn’t stop his anger. He knew it was a problem, that anger, knew it had often gotten him in trouble in the past, but it was stuck, simmering in the pit of his stomach, making his mind wander and, agonizingly enough, be alert at all times.

As for Nesta, he walked her up to her apartment after Azriel had dropped them off in the middle of the night. They walked in silence until they stood in the space between their doors. Hours before, they were fucking in his office, but before they parted, they just stared at each other awkwardly before saying goodnight.

Maybe it was because they were exhausted.

Or, maybe it was because she regretted it.

Or, even worse, maybe he was overthinking it, which was always a possibility.

He almost texted her before he left for his run, but he decided against it, assuming he would run into her at some point during the day.

Hoping to take his mind off everything, he leashed Bryaxis up and took to the riverwalk. It didn’t work, it only made him a little more tired and way more sweaty.

By the time they reached the little park along the river, in front of the heart of the city, Cassian was exhausted. He must have run at least four miles without even realizing it, although the moment he started to slow down, he was definitely feeling it.

He walked a little bit before sitting in the grass with Bryaxis and stretching out his long legs.

“Good boy, Ax,” he mumbled, as the golden retriever laid down next to him.

And then Cassian caught him, bright red hair, tall frame, jogging toward him.

Eris Vanserra.

Cassian’s blood turned cold.

He was instantly rising to his feet, whistling for Bryaxis to follow. He did, the good boy he was. Cassian stormed in Eris’ direction, and by the time Eris saw him coming, it was too late for him to turn around. Cassian dropped Bryaxis’ leash, demanding he sit as he came upon Eris and tackled him against the sidewalk. Their skin scraped, blood instantly drawn.

Eris’ eyes blazed as his back hit the pavement. “What the fuck, Nazari?”

But Cassian had his hand against Eris’ throat as he pinned him to the ground. “Stay away from my family.”

Eris pushed back, not the scrawny kid he’d been in high school, anymore. He rolled Cassian over into the grass, his fist hitting Cassian in the jaw. Cassian spat up at him, saliva and blood tainting Eris’ light tanktop.

To Eris’ surprise, Cassian grinned. Little did Eris know that Cassian thrived on confrontation, thrived on steady competition, thrived on the idea of giving Eris what he gave to Rhys.

They tumbled around in the grass, fists flying, ignoring the cries and glares they got from the few early morning riders that were around.

“Fuck you, Nazari,” Eris spat, elbowing Cassian in the jaw.

Cassian was quick though. He’d been in enough fights throughout his lifetime to make split decisions amidst the chaos. All the anger he had been feeling flooded him, ignited him. He pinned Eris to the ground, pinning him down with his knees as he landed a blow to his eye, another to his cheek, another, another, another, until someone was pulling him off- two someones.

Eris laid in the grass, hands covering his bloodied face.

“Stay away,” Cassian warned again, spitting in the grass. He shook the joggers, who had pulled him away, off of him and whistled for Bryaxis.

The pup came running.

Eris was on his feet, blood flowing from his nose. “You just made a huge mistake.”

“Fuck off, Vanserra,” he spat, taking Bryaxis’ leash.

The runners who had pulled Cassian off of Eris were standing between them now, but Cassian stayed, staring Eris down until his message was clear.

Stay away from my family.

Eris shook his head and turned away, walking back the way he had come.

Cassian waited until he was further down the walk until he turned around, too, heading back toward his apartment.

Bryaxis whined, looking up at Cassian.

“I’m okay,” Cassian reassured him, patting him on the head as they walked, along the Sidra.

By the time they reached the apartment complex, Cassian was about to fall over. Blood trickled down to the collar of his t-shirt.

He stomped up the concrete stairs, Bryaxis at his heels, worrying about his dad.

When Cassian reached the second floor landing, Nesta had just stepped out of her door.

She took one look at Cassian and cursed. “What the hell happened to you?”

Cassian shook his head, but Nesta stepped in front of him, blocking him from going into his apartment.

Reluctantly, Cassian stopped.

“I asked you a question,” Nesta hissed.

Cassian met her gaze. “Ran into Eris Vanserra.”

Nesta stilled, then took him by the elbow and pulled him into her apartment.

“Sit,” she demanded.

Cassian didn’t see a point in fighting it.

He sat on her couch, Bryaxis lying at his feet.

She stomped into the kitchen and soaked a rag with cool water before meeting him on the couch. She sat beside him and pulled his chin toward her. Gently, Nesta wiped the blood from his face.

“He got you good,” she muttered.

“He looks worse,” Cassian muttered back.

“Not that point,” she said, adding more pressure as she wiped the blood from his lip.

Cassian hissed.

Nesta didn’t care.

“Be still,” she ordered.

“Then be gentle,” he snapped.

Nesta rolled her eyes as she continued to clean him up. Once she wiped him off, she pulled out some ointment and rubbed it on the parts of him that were split open.

“Violence often makes things worse, you know,” Nesta said, screwing the top back on the tube of the ointment.

Cassian grunted, watching her walk back into the kitchen to wash her hands. “Going to scold me?”

“No,” Nesta said, drying off her hands, “but I’ll tell you it was stupid, because even you know it was.”

He did, he was grateful that no cops were around, but he couldn’t help it, not after what Eris and Tamlin had done.

“They can’t just get away with doing bad shit,” Cassian mumbled.

Nesta sat on the couch next to him, dressed in her running clothes. He assumed he caught her just before she left, herself, for the walk along the Sidra.

Nesta didn’t disagree, but she said, “Just don’t do anything stupid.” Then, she added, “Again.”

Cassian looked at her, leaning his head back against the couch. “Holy shit. Nesta Archeron cares about me.”

Nesta stilled. “No, I don’t.”

But Cassian was grinning. “Yes, you do.”

With narrowed eyes, she jabbed him beneath his eye, where a blue bruise was forming.

“Ow,” he laughed, pushing her back.

Even Nesta couldn’t help but smile as he crawled on top of her and pinned her down.

“Mean,” he muttered, and her eyes lit up. “Cruel.”

“I was going to go for a run,” she said, but her legs wrapped around his waist.

“It can wait,” he said, voice muffled against the warm skin of her neck.

Nesta didn’t protest as her eyes fell shut.

~~~~~

Rhysand was fast asleep as Feyre scribbled a note and put it on his nightstand.

Running to the store. Be back soon. Stay in bed. Love you.

She hurried out of the apartment, careful to keep quiet, careful not to wake him.

As she got in her car and headed for the grocery store, Feyre decided to take the long way around. She stopped short at an apartment complex she was all too familiar with.

Before she could convince herself otherwise, Feyre hopped out of her car and walked up the stairs, down the landing, until she was standing in front of her old front door.

She pounded her first against the thick wood.

He opened it, a minute later, looking like he just woke up. His golden eyebrows rose. “Feyre?”

She shook her head, fists shaking at her sides as she looked at Tamlin. A thousand thoughts ran through her mind, but only one word came out, full of anger and hostility and judgment.

“Why?”

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good-as-i-am94 · 4 years

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Secret

Peter was relieved when the bell rang and he could leave. He just wanted to get outside and breathe fresh air. The school had been redoing the parking lot and smell had lingered heavily in the building the whole day until all Peter could think about was the smell and his pounding headache. He hadn’t been the only one complaining about it but he had been the only one with super sense to have to put up with it for that many hours.

Peter saw Tony’s car right when he stepped outside. It was extremely hot on this sunny Monday. Peter slid into the car and asked his mentor, “Can I open the windows?”

“I have the AC on, Pete. Besides you always complain that the wind messes up your hair and you’d rather have the AC on.” Tony signaled before pulling out into traffic.

“TONY, LISTEN I NEED FRESH AIR! I NEED AIR!” Peter wasn’t kidding either.

Tony glanced at him at a red light before turning off the AC and opening the sunroof. Peter took that as permission to open his window too. He just leaned his head back and breathed the fresh air willing his headache and upset stomach to go away.

“Sensory stuff?” Tony asked.

“It’s complicated.” Peter mumbled not opening his sleepy eyes.

At that moment it dawned on Tony, “The parking lot. Oh, Peter. You should have called May or I. You probably feel awful.”

“Yeah but everyone did.” Peter knew it was rude to keep his eyes closed but he didn’t want to throw up in this car and he was focused on calming his body down.

“You want me to pull over?” Tony asked worried. He knew he should be worried that all of the kids had suffered for 7+ hours in that building with that smell but the only one he could be worried about was his own.

“No. I want to go home.” Peter answered before grabbing his noise proof headphones from his bag and slipping them over his ears. Tony passed him his sunglasses and Peter put those on too.

Tony had tried to convince Peter to come inside but he had insisted that the fresh air was helping and he was currently laying outside on the grass. He had thrown sunscreen at him and let him be. He knew what being around that smell for a long time did to a person. Peter had senses dialed up to ten compared to Tony so he winced at what Peter must be feeling.

“You know Peter’s laying on the grass?” Pepper asked coming inside.

“He wants fresh air.” Tony glanced over at his fiancé.

“Is he okay?”

“Parking lot is being redone at school.” Tony explained.

“Poor kid. It’s probably going to be bad the next few days.” Pepper grabbed a water bottle from the fridge.

“I need to call May. We can’t send him to school with that smell. I know she’ll agree. I’ll figure out getting a doctor’s note out of Dr. Cho if I have to.”

Tony’s phone rang the next day while he worked in the lab. He glanced at the caller ID and answered when it showed Peter’s school. He wasn’t sure why they were calling because Tony and May had agreed to keep Peter home, but maybe she had forgotten to call him in.

“Hello?”

“Umm. Hello. May I speak with Tony Stark?” The man on the other end requested.

“For the time being you can—At least until I get bored.” Tony rolled his eyes.

“Well I’m calling because you are listed as Peter Parker’s emergency contact and he is complaining that he doesn’t feel good.”

“Wait a second.” Tony put his tools back down on the table in front of him,

“Peter’s at school?”

“Umm. Yes, sir. School is five days a week you know?”

“Gee. Thanks for that clarification. I’m coming to pick up the kid, Okay?” Tony grabbed his keys. Why the heck was his kid at school?

Tony walked into the school and found Peter in the nurses office, “Sick?”

“Smell.” Peter responded. Tony didn’t miss how pale he was or the fact that he looked about ready to throw up.

“Let’s go. I signed you out.” Tony wrapped an arm around the teen and Peter didn’t even argue that people might see them.

Tony didn’t say anything until Peter was on the couch sipping some water with the balcony doors open letting in fresh air, “May should have called you into school. I talked to her last night.”

“She did.”

“Excuse me? What did you just say?” Tony sat down next to Peter.

“I waited until she left for work and I went to school.” Peter avoided his gaze.

“Because you like feeling awful?” Tony was having trouble understanding.

“My friends were going to be miserable too. They weren’t allowed to just skip school. I wasn’t even sick so the note from Dr. Cho was a lie. I just thought I’d be fine!” Peter moved his arms so that he could cross them over his chest.

“Pete, buddy. I love that you are looking out for your friends, but they don’t have super senses. You do. The note from Dr. Cho was a gray area. You weren’t sick at the time but May and I knew you would be sick if you went to school and look what happened! You have to learn to trust us! If we say something it’s because we care and we want what’s best for you!” Tony knew he shouldn’t raise his voice but Peter constantly put himself at risk for other people.

“I do trust you both!” Peter argued.

“Do you? BECAUSE I CAN’T TELL!” Tony got up and walked out of the room.

Peter sighed. He pulled a blanket over himself and laid on the couch. Tony would be back after he cooled down. He always got heated when Peter got hurt or sick. Peter had talked to May about it one night because he thought Tony was mad at him. She had set him straight.

Peter walked into the apartment and slammed the door, “He’s just unreasonable! DO AS I SAY NOT AS I DO!”

May was staring at a casserole that she had pulled out of the oven, “I can’t believe I burned this!”

“I mean it’s crazy talk! I don’t want you to be like me, I want you to be better!” Peter continued to mock his mentor.

“Maybe I can scrape the top part off and it’ll be fine.” May thought out loud.

“I don’t even know why he has me come over if he’s just going to yell at me any time I do something that he doesn’t agree with! I’m not stupid!” Peter huffed sitting down on the couch in the small apartment.

“Dang it. We’re going to have to order take out I think.” May sighed.

Peter laid down against a pillow and screamed into it.

“Are you thinking pizza?” May asked.

Peter glanced over, “Are you hearing me? I don’t think you were listening.”

“No. I heard you talking crazy talk so I thought I’d join in.” May winked.

“Crazy talk? You’re taking his side!” Peter stood up and yelled.

“Hang on. I’m not taking anyone’s side. Let me run something by you, okay?” May reasoned and Peter nodded.

“Tony got hurt last month. He went into a mission and he ended up in the MedBay all week. You remember he cancelled on you, right?” May asked.

“Wait, is he okay now? What happened? How did he get hurt? Why wouldn’t he have called me! I could have helped! HE LIED! He SAID HE HAD A MEETING!” Peter started to pace.

“Well he really thought he had it handled until he got in over his head and figured out that he didn’t. It was too late. He was worried you’d be upset with him if he called for help.” May explained.

“That’s crazy!” Peter argued.

“Yeah so he went into surgery and it was touch and go for a while. All because he threw himself in harm’s way for someone else.”

“But is he okay now?” Peter asked worried.

“Does it worry you that he got hurt?”

“YES! Now is he okay?” Peter groaned.

“Oh. He’s fine. That never happened!” May shrugged.

“MAY! That’s mean! I was scared!” Peter didn’t understand how his aunt could lie about something like that.

“That fear you just felt? Tony lives with that fear for you every time you put someone else’s well being before your own. Remember that before you jump to the ‘he’s unreasonable and angry conclusion.’” May ruffled his hair and grabbed her phone to call for a pizza.

Tony came back upstairs after a couple of hours and found Peter still laying on the couch half asleep. He played a game on his phone, “Sorry, I should have stayed calm.”

“I’m sorry I went to school. I’m sorry the call from the school worried you.” Peter locked his phone and set it next to him on the couch.

“How’d you know it worried me?” Tony wasn’t sure when the kid had started to read him so well.

“If I got a call about you being sick or hurt I’d be out of my mind with worry.”

“You would?” Tony asked with wide eyes.

“Of course! I—-Umm—Ya know…I think you’re great.” Peter fidgeted with his blanket.

Tony got this weird feeling and he wasn’t sure what it was, “No. I’m not. I’m kind of okay.”

Peter sat up at this, “Kind of okay? Nope. Best ever in my opinion. Don’t get weirded out at this, but I kind of, might, sort of…UGH. WHY WON’T THESE WORDS COME OUT? I just umm. Love you or whatever.”

There was that feeling again. But what was it? Oh. Yeah. Love. That weird feeling is love for another human. Tony reached over to ruffle his hair, “Yeah. Love you too, Bubs. Now are you hungry?”

“I’m always hungry.” Peter started.

Tony and Peter said at the same time, “THAT’S MY SECRET!”

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