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incorrect-mha-bnha · 4 years

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Headcannon/Au Drabble

Kirishima is standing too close to a villain when Bakugou detonates a viscous blast, not taking into consideration that he couldn’t harden everything immediately without fair warning. Kirishima ends up going deaf because of the close proximity.

Nitroglycerin is addtictive, therefore? Midoriya has been around Bakugou the longest (excluding his parents which would have been warned by a doctor awhile ago) and is probably addicted to it despite Bakugou’s many attempts to keep their distance. Midoriya is just a crackhead.

Shigaraki was never able to play patty cake as a kid and that’s depressing in itself.

Ship hc: Person A plays video games with friends and wears a headset. Person B doesn’t play but likes wearing a pair and sitting in their S/O’s lap while talking with everyone.

The Joker/Harley Q trope for a couple dynamic is really valid in many BNHA ships. Person A and B are very capable heroes/people that know how to defend themselves but like to call their S/O in times of trouble. Person A is stopped by a bad guy and calls out for Person B with pure enjoyment for what is about to go down. All the villain hears is loud banging as B gets closer.

Bakugou is actually really amazing at doing makeup and hairstyles, along with doing nails. I’m going to say he learned most of that from self taught occasions, his mom, maybe some aunts and Best Jeanist. ANYWAY, all the class girls love to ask Bakugou for some pampering whenever they can. They always win him over after the fifth or sixth time they beg or give some sort of puppy eyes but Bakugou would never admit to actually liking doing those things.

Kirishima is the type of guy friend to carry pads/tampons in his bag at all times just incase any of the girls may need emergency supplies. He may go as far as bringing Tylenol or even an extra hoodie.

Bakugou owns a lot of house plants, and for many reasons. He’s the best and pretty smart which means he’s eco friendly. What does eco friendly entail? Going green! I hc that he probably refused to show his room because it’s completely jungled out (or full of cute plants and fancy pots). Based on his personality and my own projection, he’d like a plant that isn’t too demanding on care but I doubt he’d mind a challenge. Maybe a handful of succulents and a good amount of cacti- throwing in some Devil’s Ivy and a cute palm tree. Bakugou could spend hours tending to them, watering and building a nice ledge to rest them on just before his window. Indulging in new pots and fancy equipment for the sake of being extra. It’s all about the principle really. Plants produce oxygen, not to mention that some are really good for health as well.

BAKUGOU IS TRANS (but I would never press that on anyone)

Deaf Bakugou?? At a young age when Bakugou was first starting to learn about his quirk, he unleashed a very large, uncontrolled explosion way too close to his ears. That resulted in him becoming completely deaf in one ear and partially in the other.

Shouto is partially blind/visually impaired/completely blind in his right (left??) eye thanks to the BOILING HOT WATER being poured on his EYE. You can’t tell me homeboy didn’t get some sort of damage done from that besides some gnarly burns.

Kaminari has ADHD

Kirishima is extremely roudy and wild, also gay. Very gay.

Kirishima is trans (there are many things that point to this conclusion). Such as: If a transmasc got top surgery, he wouldn’t wear a fucking shirt again either. Talking manly and wanting to be manly is like the basis of what trans guy are working on. And the whole thing about him being gay? Is he really attracted to them or does he want to be them????

They aren’t allowed to have animals in the dorms despite a lot of begging done by all. However, Bakugou decided to say fuck you to the rule and has a bunch of animals in his room. Now. He gets away with it for a few reasons. 1) He isn’t loud about it, doesn’t go around showing them off or boasting like usual. Won’t bring them out of the dorm or let anyone see when he brings supplies back. 2) No one would suspect Bakugou to be such an animal lover or one to break that rule. Sad to say, he does. Many times over the course of high school, in fact. What animals could he possibly have? HMmMm let’s think, shall we? No doubt a hamster, a real grumpy one though. It has to have personality. A Bearded Dragon, Ball Python, a few Corn snakes. Maybe a gecko. But you have to believe he has a cat too. There is no way he wouldn’t. A furry brat that keeps him company while he studies and works out? Jumping on his back as he does yoga and sleeps on his face at night. There is no way. The best part is that the cat is deaf, which is why he adopted it. He went in looking for another lizard and came out with a sassy feline with no hearing. So what? He went soft.

Midoriya would be the first to go to jail between him and Bakugou. Hands down. Think about it... He broke numerous laws just to get a friend back and had no guilt for it. He was just all ‘Ehh, what you gonna do about it?’ when the fuzz pulled up to press charges. Bakugou is just crass and volatile, he threatens to kill people... but has he ever been seen killing someone? In conclusion, Midoriya is a delinquent covered up by his positive cinnamon bun nature.

Alright, personal projection time!! Kirishima bites and chews ice cream. Denki eats soup with a straw. Shouto eats cereal with a fork, “What? I don’t like too much milk. It strains out this way.”. Bakugou is just as bad, he’s a teenager and will do shit just because. Aka, he will go down to the kitchen in the middle of the night for some milk n cookies. When he realizes there is no more milk, he will throw a silent fit because he wanted those damn cookies. Begrudgingly though, he will pour a glass of water and dunk his Oreos in then eat em like that. I don’t make the rules, it’s just what happens.

Bakugou needs constant love and constant positive reinforcement along with help on his anxiety. Give that boy a service dog. A big fluffy golden service dog. A really large, extremely fluffy service down he can hug and hide his face in whenever something is bothering him. A real big puppy that makes him feel secure and makes him laugh. Damn it! Give him a dog now!

Kirishima is rowdy and wild. Baby boy is a teenager. Not to mention is invisible and hyped up on manly shit. THERE IS NO BOUNDS FOR WHAT HE WOULD DO. Think about it. He’d literally card Todoroki into setting him on fire just to see how long he can hold his hardening for. He would have Inasa drop him from the FUCKING SKY just for the hell of it. Hello? Is this thing even on? Kirishima is wild.

Dabi is afraid of spiders. Don’t ask me to elaborate. He just seems like a man with that primal fear.

BAKUGOU IS A FUCKING FASHION ICON OUTSIDE OF SCHOOL. SO FUCKING HELP ME I WILL SCREAM THIS LOUD N PROUD—

Bakugou and Midoriya don’t know how to tie a tie. Midoriya learned that weird funky napkin trick shit from just giving the fuck up and saying “Oh, hey! That looks sorts similar!” And went with it. Bakugou just can’t. He can’t. The only reason his ID shows him with a tie is because Mitsuki tied it for him before hand, and he never let it happen since. They are hopeless. That is all.

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surveys-at-your-service · 3 years

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Survey #302

“heaven ain’t close in a place like this”

What color are your eyes? Grayish blue. What's your favorite type of milk? If we're talking the basics, ig 1% is fine. What would you change about your appearance if you could? Oh, hunny, you got time for an essay? What would you change about your bedroom if you could? I need to fucking finish decorating it... It's not finished by no fault but my own laziness. Are you rich or poor? We're definitely pretty poor. Are you double jointed? I don't think so. What's the most physically painful thing you've ever experienced? I once had a large infected cyst that had to be drained by applying pressure to it, and I swear to Christ I don't know how I didn't faint. They gave me morphine and multiple numbing shots, but none of that did SHIT. I'm not even embarrassed by the fact I was shrieking and sobbing and swearing because I'm pretty fucking sure any sane person would've cried out many times. I'm convinced they either didn't numb me enough for someone of my size back then, or I should've just gone under for it. I have no words for how painful it really was. Do you like shots? Uh, given that nobody LIKES getting a shot with a needle, I'm going to assume you mean like, taking shots of alcohol, in which case I've never tried, but I can almost absolutely guarantee you I'd hate them. I hate the taste of alcohol (hence why I only drink sweet and weak stuff), sooooo, I've got my doubts I'd enjoy something so potent. Are you afraid of spiders? Yes and no? Small ones don't tend to get to me, and I LOVE tarantulas. Big spiders are absolutely fascinating and I love *watching* them, but if I was surprised by a sudden spider, I'm going to probably cry out and jump/scramble away. But on a real note, respect your spiders, whether they scare you or not. They are so important to the ecosystem. See one in the house, take it outside if you can. Have you ever had an allergic reaction to something? To some earrings, yes. I have to wear ones that don't have silver in them. Do you like to read? Yeah, but not nearly as much as I did as a kid. I'm even slacking on WoF lately... Do you know what your purpose in life is? *SLAMS FISTS ON TABLE* BITCH I WISH I KNEW What's something you would like to improve at? Not being a socially anxious catastrophe. Do you believe you have great potential? Everybody does. You just have to use it. What is the most beautiful scenery you have ever beheld? Probably the mountains when driving to Tennessee. Or New York? I really can't recall either so clearly as to have a favorite. Are you flexible? Noooot anymore. Back in my WiiFit days, I was a gotdamn snake. List a song lyric that you like. Oh Jesus, don't make me think. Uhhhhh there's so many. Flipping through artists in my head with lyrics I tend to love, there's Otep with: "hey, hey, NRA, how many kids did you kill today?". Simple, but spine-chilling to me. Huh, time to listen to it actually, lol. That song murders me with the goosebumps. Do you meditate? No; I can't. You can't tell me to "free my mind," man. It's way too hectic at all times up there. What's one place you've been to that you want to visit again? I'd love to go back to Chicago one night when I actually learn how to do nighttime urban photography. What's one place you want to go that you've never visited before? I always answer "South Africa" to questions like this, so for variety's sake, I'll say the Bahamas. But a conspiratory bitch is afraid of the Bermuda Triangle, so... lmao. What's your favorite type of tree? I like big, impressive weeping willows. How many times have you seriously injured yourself? Only two occasions I can think of immediately. Maybe there's more, but idk. Did you attend Sunday School as a child? Yeah, even though I hated it. What is the longest your hair has ever been? Maybe a little passed the small of my back? What about the shortest? (not including being a toddler or baby): How it is now and has been for a couple years: shaved short on the left side, and it transitions to a length near my chin as you go to the right. Have you ever smoked a cigarette? No. Are/were you in the school band, and if so, what instrument did you play? I did, and I played the flute. I'd choose the saxophone if I could go back. Who does the grocery shopping in your household? Well, it's just Mom and me, so her. If you were to donate to charity today, what would you donate to? One that focuses on ovarian cancer for Mom. What is your favorite card game and when was the last time you played it? Even though I was never great at it or knew every single rule, "Magic: The Gathering" is honestly really fun, and I loved looking at the card art. I haven't played it since I was with Jason, so at least five-six years. Would you consider yourself to be good at spelling and grammar? Yeah, but I've somehow gotten worse with time???? I question the spelling and tenses of words I write a lot. What is your favourite seasonal candy? (only available at certain times): Probably like, chocolate rabbits. NOT hollow. Way to break my heart. Or gingerbread cookies. What was the last chocolate bar you ate? I think a Hershey's? It was a while ago. Who was the last person you talked to on Skype/video chat? I was in a Zoom session with multiple people for my partial hospitalization program. Have you ever dreamt about sleeping with someone other than your partner? If so, did that make you feel embarrassed? I've never had a dream like this while in a relationship. The last time you had butterflies in your stomach, what was the reason? I have no idea. Has anyone told you that they miss you recently? No. Has anyone ever asked you out or told you that they liked you, and you rejected them? Can you explain why you didn’t like, or didn’t feel attracted to that person? There was this one guy in the 4th grade who asked me if I would go out with him so much it almost became like a joke. I just... didn't like him like that. Then there's Juan; I'd just been warned that he had a bad rep by a very reliable adult, and the idea of dating him was kinda... intimidating anyway. Plus he was a smoker, which was and still is a no-no for me. What part in a movie would you love to play? The clinically insane villain or something because I feel with my history, I could channel that very well IF I actually wanted to act in the first place. What piece of furniture have you replaced the most? The couch. What’s the best part of your favorite movie? When Simba walks up Pride Rock in the rain and roars and all the lionesses join in. Chilling. What do you think is the most over-rated candy ever? Candy corn is repulsive. What was the highlight of your day? My mom was raving to one of my therapists in the PHP about my art and how badly she wants me to just get everything out there. I was smiling really big but looking down with how shy but also flattered it made me. Do you know anyone who is anorexic? I don't think so. Who has hurt you the most this year? Ha, myself. What's the last insult someone said to you? Hm. How much did your car cost? N/A What is the last picture you received on your phone of? Uhhh Mom mighta sent me a meme or Sara showed me a drawing someone made of Suriza, I think. Have you ever let someone go because you thought they deserved better? No, though I've felt that way before. Is there anybody you're really disappointed in right now? I'm still not over the fact Dad was a druggie before me and my sisters, apparently. It's almost like... hurtful in some weird way? Idk exactly why, it's just something I know I feel. What do you hear right now? I have Motionless In White's cover of "Somebody Told Me" playing in another tab. Do you do anything to help the environment? I do what I can as someone who isn't financially independent and reliant on another person for transportation. I won't litter for anything (and this includes shit like letting balloons go in the air, fucking stop), I'm trying to use my metal straw always in place of plastic, and to use less plastic bags, I try to spread out the times I clean Roman's litterbox to a few days; not to the point it's disgusting or uncomfortable for him, of course, though. Three days without is pretty much max. When's the last time you did something you knew was wrong? Ha, a little while ago... I was trying to avoid eating the two last biscuits Mom made for dinner 'cuz I really gotta lay off the carbs, but Mom "joked" that "it's your birthday, you get to do whatever you want," so I kinda just said fuck it lmao. Do you think that you have a pretty smile? No, because my eyes squint badly, and I also hate my teeth. When's the last time you cried over a guy? A few days ago a little bit, actually. I was reminiscing too much and recalling some of the warmest memories. Are you scared to lose the person you fell the hardest for? I already did. Oh well. Is there someone you wouldn't mind kissing right now? Yep. Do you have any friends that actually model? No. Do you care about the last person you kissed? A fucking lot. Do they care about you? Yes. Is there someone you wish you were with right now? Yes, just because of past birthday memories. I keep hoping a "happy birthday Britt" pops up in my FB messenger, and I hate myself for it. Have you ever imagined how it would feel kissing a certain someone? I legitimately just huffed in humor, guess, lmao. What are the bad things you've heard people say about you? That I'm a martyr, going nowhere, lazy, not trying hard enough, y'know, all that good stuff. Do you flirt a lot? Definitely not. What phrase or saying do you use the most? Probably "oof" lol. What mood are you in right now? I'm doing pretty all right. Kinda dreading Miss Tobey coming over, mean as it is, but I just... don't wanna deal with her and her judgments on my birthday. But I'm looking forward to seeing my sisters, and therapy went very well. Have you ever kissed someone that was high? No. Do you have a good relationship with your mother? Yep. How many exes do you have? I only consider two exes "serious," as I've only been in two deep and long-term relationships, but if we're counting everyone who's had the label of "boyfriend" or "girlfriend," there's six. Do you want to be single or with someone? Ugh, I don't know. It's probably better I don't 'til I figure my shit out, but I really do miss the companionship a lot. Why did you kiss the last person you kissed? Because I love her and I was leaving her at the airport. Does your mom think you’re a virgin? She doesn't know for the same reason I don't, really. I think she leans towards I am, but idk. Is there someone that wants you to give them a second chance? I don't know. What size bra do you wear? Uhhh I genuinely don't buy bras enough to know this exactly. C-something. Does the person you last kissed still like you? I don't know if she still like-likes me. Are your parents still together? Noooo. Was your first time good or bad? I dated an Italian, if u kno what I mean. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Which friend-turned-enemy do you miss the most? Colleen, sometimes. Have you ever used an epi pen, and it worked? I have not. What is on your top priority list for today? Make this fuckin' day for me. I'm trying to not let the depression sink in and make me feel worthless on today of all days. So I'm trying to stay in a positive headspace. Do you own any sand art in a jar? Omg, those are so cool! But no. Does the sun come in your window in the morning or at night? Not really; there's houses in the way. What was the last piece of art you created? A drawing of a meerkat with its mouth open angrily, done with colored pencils, against a black background. It's on my second dA. What time of day do you take medications? I have prescription meds for when I wake up and at bedtime. What's your newest hobby you've started? A new hobby? Huh... What are some things you wanted to do that your parents didn't let you do? They wouldn't let us stay home alone until a certain age, we had a timer on the TV at bedtime to shut off after a while, we weren't exposed to certain music or shows, no cursing... stuff like that. What YouTube channels do you recommend? This is a BAD question to ask me, 'cuz I could just about recommend channels for just about any niche. I watch soooooo many. What is your favorite day of the week? Tuesday, because it's reset day in WoW, haha. Meaning, I get to do my stupid mount farming raids again for the week. Blackhand, gimme your FUCKING clefthoof already. Ballet or cheerleading? Ballet is beautiful. What are your favorite sports to watch? Only dancing, really. Were you ever in the marching band? No. Which holiday has the best decorations, in your opinion? My contrasting aesthetics make this hard, haha. I love Christmas with all the beautiful light displays people can make, but let's not sleep on Halloween, y'all. I loooove Halloween decor, like c'mon, that's where I get shit for my room year-round, lmao. What do you want to be known for? It'd actually be kinda cool if I built up some sort of rep in the vulture culture community with my photography of roadkill. For how few shots I actually have on there and minimal interaction, my Instagram for it is doing quite well, if you consider those factors. They've gotten some pretty decent attention on dA, too. I would love for people to know why I do it though, of course: awareness and respect for the animal's life. How often do you wear make-up? Almost never nowadays. Think of the person you are jealous of...what are you jealous of them for? She's actually making a career out of her photography. Do you have art that you made in high school? Oh, plenty. Do you have trauma in your past? *clears throat* take a fuckin seat Favorite type of frosting? Chocolate. Have you ever tried cake decorating? No. One of my sisters is actually one, though! She's great at it. What clubs are you a part of? None. What was your favorite book that you had to read for school? The Outsiders. 6th grade, to be exact. Do you like to read classics, or do you usually read new arrivals? I don't prefer one over the other, honestly. Were you a big partier in college? No, I never partied. Is your college one you would recommend? My most recent one, fuck yes. They're amazing and care so deeply for their students. Would you go camping in the woods alone? Yikes, no. Would you name your kids after anyone? If I had a son and I had my way with the name, he would be named after the Most Selfless Man in the World, Damien from WKM. :'''''( Do you have any supernatural gifts? No. Are there any good churches in your town? You're asking someone who has a bad relationship with religion. Do you want an indoor or outdoor wedding? It really depends on the season and venue my spouse and I pick. Do you think you would be a good salesperson? HEEEEEEEEEEEELL NAW fam. I ain't pressuring people to buy shit.

#survey #surveys #questions #questionnaire #lyrics: ''somebody told me'' by motionless in white

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unseenthewriter · 4 years

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CHAPTER 3: TRANSGRESSIONS

Chapter 3: 2865 Words

Fic Total: 8214 Words

Series Total: 8214 Words

"Hey, Dunc." I said softly after sliding the door to his room open.

"Jay you are soaking wet." Dunc said and shut his laptop.

"Yeah, I was taking a walk." I replied.

"When it's pouring out?" He questioned.

"It wasn't raining when I started the walk." I replied while rubbing the back of my neck.

Duncan took a moment to process that. "But it's been raining for almost 3 hours now…" He trailed off.

"Long walk." I said with my voice cracking a little.

"Man you do NOT treat your body well." Duncan sighed.

He's not wrong. I sat down in the chair near him. "Look I uh… need your advice on something but I have to explain a lot of stuff first." I said.

"I mean you've already told me you're trans and all. What bigger secret could you have? You don't have a crush on me do you?" He asked.

"What! No!" I instantly shot down. I do totally have a crush on Duncan but I'm not admitting that to anyone anytime soon. Not even myself.

Duncan squinted at me after that quick denial. "What is it then?" He asked.

I explained the situation with my Mom and finding out about House being my Father. Duncan listened intently the whole time.

Once I explained it all to Dunc he spoke up. "Right so your Mom died a few months ago and you ran off to Princeton to find your Father and you found him." He summed up.

"Basically?" I replied.

"What advice do you need then because if you're thinking about running back to Minnesota I would very much protest to that." Dunc said.

"No, it's not anything like that. I just… House doesn't know I'm Transgender." I stumbled over my words.

"Right. So your options here are. One you tell him and risk being thrown out because he might be transphobic. Or two not tell him. Try to keep it a secret and when he eventually finds out risk being thrown out because you lied to him or he's transphobic." Duncan said.

"Yeah, those are the options." I grumbled.

"You said that Wilson and House are together right?" Duncan asked. "Not surprised by that at all." He added softly.

"Yeah? I don't see why that really applies." I said.

"Look you and I both know Wilson is a nice guy. And if he's you know…" Dunc trailed off letting me fill in that blank. "He might know the best way to approach this."

I blinked. A third option. I mean no matter what I do Wilson would also find out eventually anyway. You all live together-

Woah Jay don't jump to that. This could all still be very much a temporary reprieve.

But this IS a pretty good option. A lot less… Scary than straight-up approaching House. And the not telling option is just a bad choice overall really. "God I'm so glad you're my friend Dunc." I sighed in relief.

"Hey. Just because you're the genius doesn't mean you're not an idiot at times." He joked.

"Hey! You better not be calling your science tutor an idiot!" I protested.

"I didn't say you were an idiot at science. We'd both be in trouble if that was the case." Dunc said.

I laughed at that. "Thanks again, Dunc. You're like my… Relationship Filter. You know how people work I don't."

"Hmmm, shame I suck at science. Maybe I'd be a good therapist." Duncan replied.

"I wouldn't rule it out, man. You got Jay Flynn as your science tutor." I said and flexed one of my arms.

"Dude you are even lankier than me and I'm the one with cancer." Duncan laughed.

"I work out the muscle that counts." I huffed.

"Even I know the brain isn't a muscle." Duncan said.

"See! I am a good tutor!" I replied.

"Hey! Don't you dare move away from me being right about something science wise and YOU being wrong." Dunc protested.

"What? Sorry, can't hear you over my newly inflated sense of self-worth!" I exclaimed while walking out the door.

"I'm texting you about this you ass!" Dunc yelled to me as I shut the door.

I walked off with a smile.

~~~

The weekend passed with me not being able to get up the nerve to come out of the closet to Wilson.

Duncan, of course, told me that he's keeping my copy of Elder Scrolls Oblivion hostage until I tell Wilson. I would've tried to take it back but he's out of the hospital for now.

Teachers have of course noticed that I've been VERY distracted all day. I'm just not even sure how to bring this up. My Mom just found my binder one day making the whole situation out of my hands but this? This is very much all on me.

"Jay! You don't normally volunteer on Mondays. I wasn't expecting you." Wilson said after I walked into his office.

I sat down in the chair in front of his desk. Just tell him, Jay. Just tell him.

"You okay? You look really pale." Wilson commented.

It's fine Jay. Wilson is a nice guy. Probably the nicest guy you've ever met. That's including your old gymnastics coach who would sneak you ice cream every meet.

"Look I uh-" I tried to say what I wanted but couldn't. The words were just getting caught in my throat. My brain just wanted me to run. Getaway from this confrontation.

"Did something happen?" Wilson asked.

I looked up at him. He concerned now. God, you are REALLY screwing this up. "N-No I just." I paused and took a breath. "I'm Transgender." I finished softly.

Wilson blinked. He clearly didn't expect this. "I forgot how awkward this all was." He finally said with a bit of a fond smile.

Ah, right it's because he's Gay or Bi or something. "I-I um. I don't know how to tell House I mean. LGB people can still be transphobic and even other trans people!" I rambled without really realizing what I was saying before it was said.

Wilson chuckled. "He'll be fine with it."

"How do you know?" I asked.

"I'm a Trans Man." Wilson said with a shrug and went back to paperwork.

My brain once again hit a wall at 100 miles per hour.

Wilson is trans? God he must be stealth and… who knows how long he's been on testosterone! I never even expected. Not even a tiny bit.

I let my brain reboot. "So how do I tell House?" I asked.

"Being direct with him." Wilson said.

Yeah, Wilson is probably right about that. House doesn't seem like the guy who would respond well to any sort of indirect approach. Unfortunately, I'm absolutely terrible at confrontation I mean… This conversation with Wilson could've been a lot better.

Wilson was eyeing me. "Does House scare you?" He asked suddenly.

"What! No! I just um…" I trailed off. Sure House is a little intimidating but that's fine. Lots of people who look intimidating aren't that intimidating when you get to know them. I'm not sure if that's the case with House but that's beside the point. I can deal with intimidating people. On a surface level at least. But when I have to go deeper… I don't open up very easily. Nothing quite like the betrayal of opening up to someone and they then proceed to take advantage of that. Sure that probably means I have trust issues or something but is it really an issue if it's to protect yourself? "I'm not good at this stuff." I finished.

Wilson looked at me with a "yeah no shit" face. "You're both bad at it." He responded.

This is going to be a train wreck.

~~~

“I swear to God Bill I’ve told you 100 times I don’t fucking know how to fix TV’s.” I cursed as I was fiddling with the TV in the Doctor’s Lounge.

A cute blond guy with an Australian accent walked up to me. “You stealing our TV?” He asked.

I quickly turned around on pointe. “No trying to fix it.” I said.

He looked me up and down clearly noticing my Princeton Prep uniform. “You seem a bit young to be working for IT.”

“I’m a volunteer.” I sighed and tapped my badge.

The Aussie Doctor took a quick glance at my badge. “Jay Flynn… You’re House’s kid right?” He asked.

I don’t think I’m going to get used to that question any time soon. “Yes.” I said.

“Ah well, I’m Dr. Chase I used to be one of his fellows before he fired me.” Chase said causally.

I blinked. He what? I mean if Chase is still working here it’s not like he did something really bad so either he did something to piss House off or there wasn’t a real good reason. “Uh sorry, I guess?” I said.

Chase blinked. “It’s not like it was your fault. You’re not that much like him are you?”

I sighed. “He didn’t exactly raise me you know.”

“Hmm, I guess.” Chase mumbled. “Need help?”

“Not really but you can hand me that screwdriver over there I’m going to open this sucker up.” I said.

“Sure thing.” Chase said and threw it at me.

I caught the screwdriver. “What’s an Aussie doing in the US anyway?” I asked as I opened up the TV.

“House.” He said simply and sat down on the couch.

Ah, I guess that makes sense. “Seems like a bit of an ass to work with.” I said.

“Can’t even imagine living with him.” Chase joked.

“You ask Wilson?” I said.

“He’s biased.” Chase said.

“And I’m not? He’s my Biological Father.” I said.

“Well, it’s not like you were raised by him.” Chase said quoting me.

“Ah touché.” I said pointing the screwdriver at him before setting it down. Hmm so someone straight-up just totally went into this TV and wrecked it nice. “I guess I am stealing the TV.” I joked.

~~~

The next couple of days were full of Dunc and Wilson trying to sike me up to tell House. With different methods of course. Wilson was more supportive and understanding. Trying to calm my anxiety. Duncan on the other hand…

"Dude please stop holding my Spider-Man cosplay hostage. You are going to disappoint so many kids this Halloween!" I protested over the phone.

"You only have yourself to blame. You've had this whole week. You tell him tonight and I'll make sure the cosplay will be at PPTH tomorrow yeah?" Dunc replied simply.

Yeah, different methods… The thing is that Duncan KNOWS his method works well on me. This is probably like the 6th time he's done something like this. Wilson's method doesn't hurt, of course.

So now I'm sitting in the chair across from House's desk waiting for him to come back to his office. The large tennis ball was not helping me out. I want to mess around with it SO bad but that's not polite Jay. Not polite. Instead, I'm rapidly bouncing my legs. My eyes closed trying to keep calm.

"Aren't you normally half deep in a bunch of wiring by now?" House said while limping into his office and sitting at the desk.

My eyes snapped open. "Bill didn't need any help today." That was because of Wilson. He made sure I wouldn't have anything to distract myself with today. "Seeing the kids tomorrow for Halloween." I added on.

House raised an eyebrow. "You dressing up?" He asked.

Planning on it. If Duncan keeps up his end of the deal.

"I have a nice Spider-Man cospl- costume. Being able to do flips and stuff really seals the deal." I rambled while subconsciously making the web shooter hands. House probably has already figured out how big of a nerd I am but I really don't want to confirm that by saying cosplay.

"Why are you here?" He asked.

I stared at the tennis ball. Just tell him, Jay. You already told Duncan and Wilson! You can do it again. "I'm Transgender." I said keeping my gaze on the tennis ball.

"I know." House said making my head snap to him.

"How? Did Wilson?" I asked.

"No. I looked you up." House said turning to his computer pulling something up.

It was an online article about 13-year-old me quitting gymnastics because of my gender identity. I was on track to be Olympics level so it caused a little bit of a fuss 3 years ago. I bit my lip while watching the video of one of my balance beam routines. "Right that." I mumbled.

"Why the name Jay?" He asked.

My face flushed at that. "M-Mom always called me Her Little Blue Jay growing up. My eyes and all." I replied.

"Little Blue Jay huh?" He said.

"DON'T call me that. Blue Jay is fine just not the uh… Little part." I snapped.

"You're only five feet tall." House pointed out.

That's not the point. I know I'm short as hell and I'm mostly fine with that. "It's not that." I muttered and walked out of House's office.

Definitely could've gone better.

~~~

"Shouldn't you be in New York?" A little boy asked.

"Well Ethan, even superheroes need vacations." I responded while the kid's Mom took a photo of the two of us.

It's pretty nice not having to smile for pictures. Wearing a mask and all.

"Shoot some webs!" A little girl exclaimed.

"All out of web fluid at the moment." I sighed while tapping the replica web-shooters. A white lie of course. I can't actually shoot webs. "It's a long trip from Queens to here."

"How are you getting back then?" The girl asked looking pretty concerned.

Ah, think fast Jay. I looked around and spotted Wilson leaning on the door frame. I moved over to the girl. "You see Dr. Wilson over there." I said while pointing at him.

Dr. Wilson smiled softly and waved at us. I'm still not over the fact that he found a cape this morning and thought that was good enough for a costume. I'll have to find something that works for Wilson later. House could easily just have a Pirate costume or something. I can’t have those two be lazy on my favorite holiday.

"Now Rosie he's a real superhero. Helping all you guys get better. He's also helping me out and getting me some more Web Fluid." I finished.

The little girl's eyes widened and then she nodded in understanding. I smiled even though no one could see. Kids are pretty great. Not sure if I'd ever want any of my own but they are great nonetheless.

A few flips, poses and, conversations later I bid my farewell by saying Green Goblin was nearby or something. I was now in the cafeteria (mask off) trying to regain at least some of the energy I just burned. Kids while great do wear you out. Wilson soon sat on the chair across from me as I nibbled on my fries.

"You were fantastic with the kids." He said.

I leaned back a little in the chair I was in. "Ah only for short stints." I downplayed. "Halloween is my favorite holiday making it quite a bit easier today." I said with a bit of a smirk.

"Really?" Wilson said.

I nodded. "Which means your 'costume' is very disappointing to me." I said pointing a fry at him.

"The cape really is quite enough for me." Wilson protested.

"Mmm, that's quitters talk." I muttered.

We sat in silence for a while before Wilson spoke up. "Noticed you and House don't seem to be talking."

Of course, he'd noticed that. "Nothing really just a minor uh… disagreement. I'm sure it will blow over soon." I mumbled staring at my now empty plate.

"Oh? Things don't exactly blow over with House." Wilson pressed.

"House asked me why I chose the name Jay." I stated.

Wilson just looked at me. Expecting more explanation clearly. I poked at my mask. "Told him that my Mom called me Her Little Blue Jay growing up. I'm fine with people calling me Blue Jay but only she could call me Little Blue Jay. House didn't seem to understand I guess." I explained.

"Your Mother called you that so you don't want anyone else to." Wilson pieced together.

I nodded. There was ONE other person who I used to let me call that but… No. They don't deserve even a second of my thoughts anymore.

"You miss her a lot hmm?" Wilson said after a while of me sitting there lost in thought.

"What? Yeah, of course, I-" I said but stopped myself. "It's fine though I'm fine." I finished.

I'm putting up walls of course. It's only for my own protection! If I open up to Wilson or House and this doesn't work out I don't know what I'd do.

Wilson sighed clearly a little annoyed that I won't open up to him. "I'm here if you need to talk." He said.

"I know." I said while putting the Spider-Man mask back on. "See ya." I said and walked off while giving Wilson double piece signs.

AN: Jeez this chapter is all over the place. Is Jay cosplaying as Spider-Man a not very subtle way of saying I love the Trans Spider-Man headcanons? Yes for sure. Next chapter has more plot I swear to God.

#Blue Jay Series #writing

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wexhavexaxhulk · 4 years

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Day 2/7

You felt day 1 of your last few day’s to live was wasted. You mostly spent it crying and saying goodbye to the team. Peter told you that you shouldn’t be saying goodbye to them, but you did anyways.

Today you wanted to the things you’ve always wanted to do. Thanks to Tony you could do many of those things in one day.

First was skydiving. Every since you heard about skydiving you’ve wanted to do it but thanks to your moms low income you never got a chance.

“You ready to go?” Tony asked, making sure you’re okay to do this.

“Of course.” You were ecstatic to do this. “What about you, Pete?”

“Uh, y-yeah.” Peter said sounding nervous. Truth be told he was terrified to do this.

“Are you sure?” You didn’t want Peter doing anything he didn’t want to do.

“Y-yeah of course I want to do this” His voice went up at least 2 octaves.

“Are you afraid to go skydiving?” Tony would have made total fun of him but decided not to go too hard in him. “Your Spider-Man, you could just catch yourself if you had to.”

“I-I know but everyone since The Vulure kinda threw from a very high point and I almost drowned because of a parachute I’m kinda afraid of doing things like skydiving.” He said in one breath

“You don’t have to go if you want to, we do something else.”

“No no let’s do this I can get over my fears.” Peter sounded like he could do it so you trusted him.

“Let’s go.” You said as you grabbed his hand and hopped onto the elevator that just arrived.

You could feel the nervousness radiating off of Peter but you were pretty distracted as you were riding to the skydiving place in Tony’s helicopter.

Riding in a helicopter was also on your list and it was way more fun than you thought.

Peter actually really enjoyed the helicopter ride. Not that he’d ever tell you, but that might have been the moment he realized he was in love with you. He’s loved you since the day he met you but right now he can’t look away from you. You’re going to die in 6 days and yet you’re so care free, you look so happy. You’re not going to graduate high school but you don’t care, you live in the moment like your world isn’t ending. He might even be a little jealous.

He loves you.

He loves you but he can’t tell you.

He can’t tell you because he needs you to enjoy your last few days without thinking about feelings. He doesn’t want to mess up this amazing spot you’re in. Telling you how he feels is going to ruin this care free, happy person. It’s going to add in feelings that are unnecessary when trying to live in the moment.

You finally arrive at the ground, landing next to a car. Because you were on a helicopter and skydiving takes place partly on a plane, you had to land farther away for safety reasons. You had so much fun on the helicopter ride you didn’t notice Peter staring at you the whole time.

You hop out of the helicopter and you try to smooth your hair. “Yay! I’m so excited!” You exclaim after getting closer to the building.

“Me too!” Peter yells but it’s much more unsteady.

Tony walked next to Peter. “You’ll be fine Pete, did you bring your webshooters.”

“I’ve only been checking that they’re there every five minutes.” You’ve noticed Peter does that a lot when he gets nervous.

“Don’t be nervous, I got you.” You grab his hand to help calm him down. And of course it works.

You get in the car and drive the short distance to the building. Once you get there, y’all check in and get suited up. Because none of you have done this before, you had to watch a safety video. Before you knew it, you’re getting into a plane that would soon, in Peters words, drop you to your death.

“Peter, I’m not going to die.” You assured him.

He thought “Not today you’re not.” but he didn’t want to bring the mood down.

You eventually made it. You were nearing the drop off zone and getting very excited. Your excitement was rubbing off on Peter because he stopped messing with his webshooters.

“Are you ready Peter?!” You yelled. You had to because it was so loud.

“Yeah!”

“How about you Tony?!”

He replied with two thumbs up knowing you wouldn’t hear him.

The intructor was saying more words but you weren’t listening until he said “Alright, 3...2...1...go!” And everyone jumped.

It was exhilarating. You were free falling with the people you loved most. You managed to get closer to Peter and grabbed his hand. “Isn’t this amazing!” You screamed.

“It really is!” Peter yelled back. He got over his fear. He was having the time of his life.

As you neared the ground you had to let go so you could let out your parachute.

The intructor let out his parachute, giving the rest of y’all the go ahead to do the same.

Once you landed you were unclipped from your parachute and you could not stop jumping and yelling “Whoohoo!!” And “That was so much fun!” You can feel the adrenaline running through you. You imagine this is what Peter feels like when he’s swinging through Queens.

Once you got back to the compound you couldn’t stop telling everyone how much fun you had. You even made some of them jealous as they’ve never gotten the chance to do something like that. Yeah they’ve jumped out planes but never for fun, mostly to land and kill someone.

You were sitting upside down, feet on the head of the chair and your head hanging off, when Tony asked, “What’s next?”

You looked up. “Next? Theres more?” You replied confused. You thought all you were doing was skydiving.

“Yeah, we have to knock out at least 5 things on your list if you want to finish it.”

You turn around completely in the chair and sit up. “We’re finishing the list?”

“Yeah of course we are.”

You grabbed the short list from your back pocket and read carefully. There weren’t many on it. Just some fun things you heard about. Skydiving, riding in a helicopter, and owning a parrot were a few on there. “It’s kind of short, if we do 5 today there might not be many left on here.”

“Perfect, pick one more.”

“Wanna go to a pet store?”

“You want to vist a pet store?”

“No I want to get a pet.”

“No pets. That’s my one rule. No pets.”

“Please?” It didn’t take much more convincing.

“Fine, do you want a dog, cat, maybe a fish?”

You smiled. “A parrot.”

He was speechless. “A-a parrot?”

“Yes. A parrot.”

He closed his eyes and sighed. “...lets go.”

“Yay! Let me go get Peter.”

“He’s not coming with.”

“Yes he is.”

“No he’s not, he’s gonna want to get every pet and he won’t leave until he does.”

You stared him right into the eyes and said, “FRIDAY tell Peter to come here.”

Peter walked in a few minutes later. “What’s happening, is this a staring contest?”

“It wasn’t at first but I’m going to win.” You said without breaking eye contact.

“No your not.”

Peter walked up and clapped right in front of your faces and you both blinked. “Peter!”

You chased him around the couch.

“Can we just go already.”

“Go where?” Peter stopped running.

You tackled and said “Pet store.” You got up and said “I’m gonna get a Parrot.”

“You letting her get a parrot?”

“Sadly.” Tony said “Let’s just go.”

The second y’all walked in Peter ran straight to the puppy’s “Oh my god they’re so cute!” He then sprinted to the bunny’s then the cats then the fish then the geckos and struggled to keep up with him.

“Peter! Remember why we’re here!”

“Uh yeah, right, a parrot.”

When you found the birds Tony was already there. “Which one do you want?”

You stared intently at them 10 minutes. Peter joining in about 3 minutes in.

“What are you guys doing?”

“Shh! They’re speaking to me.” Peter nodded slowly.

“This one.” You pointed to a bright blue and red one in the middle of the birds. He was singing some song with a few other birds.

“Let’s just hurry up and get it.”

“It? It?! This bird has a name, a gender, you don’t call them an it?!”

Tony laughed at your dramatics. “I’ll get a worker.”

“What would you like to call him?” The worker asked while getting the paperwork finished.

“Spider-Chirp.”

Peter busted out laughing and Tony looked like a disappointed father.

“Don’t forget the hyphen.” That just made Peter laugh even harder, he was always so picky about the hyphen.

Tony had no idea how you kept such a straight and serious face the whole time.

The worker seemed confused and tired, probably used to bullshit like this.

Tony payed for everything the bird needs and everyone got back in the car.

“So who’s gonna take care of Spider-Chirp when I’m gone?” You heard yourself say. It just came out abruptly, not really meaning to bring down the mood, just wanting to make sure your new friend had a home in 6 days.

“Were gonna figure this about Y/N, don’t worry about Spider-Chirp,” It was very difficult for him not to laugh, “You’re gonna your live”

You admired Peters confidence, his ability to hope for the best even when you knew it wouldn’t happen. You just smiled back at him, not saying anything, you let him hope, even though that bird would definitely out live you for many years. Or maybe not you have no idea how long birds live. Maybe you should have gotten a goldfish or something.

“Alright it’s getting late, what you like to eat?”

“Anything.”

“Anything? There’s nowhere you’d like to go?”

“I know where I want to eat but Pepper and Sam usually does the cooking so I don’t know what they’d make.”

“You seriously want to have dinner at with the team when you could eat anywhere?”

“Yup”

“Okay. Let’s go.” Tony was confused but respected your wishes.

———

Dinner was great, you enjoying just talking with your family, you were quieter than usual, just lost in your own thought.

You were reminded of your mom and was thinking about how someone is supposed to tell their mom that they’re going to die in a few day’s.

You’re planning on telling her the day before your inevitable death. That gives y’all enough time to find out if there is a way to save you while also being able to say goodbye to your mom.

“-/N, are you okay?”

You snapped your head towards Peter and said “huh?”

“Your just staring off into space, are you okay?”

Everyone had finished eating and left but you stayed seated staring at absolutely nothing.

“Oh, yeah I’m fine. Lost in my thoughts I guess.” You said with little emotion, Peter didn’t ask why, though, because he knew why. “I’m tired so I’m just gonna go to sleep.”

“Yeah, yeah, of course. Hand me your plate and I will put it in the dishwasher.” You did as he asked and left to go to your room.

You didn’t sleep much that night, mostly your birds fault, Spider-Chirp lived up to his name and chirped all night. You did manage to get a few hours in after reading that putting a sheet or blanket over the cage will make them believe it’s night and that would make them quiet. The moon was too bright and the window was too big so you guess that’s why the bird was awake.

Tomorrow is a big day.

A massisve day.

They’re going to try and save you.

A/N: this took so long to get posted but I wasn’t really in a creative mood and didn’t want to post a chapter that was way worse than it usually is.

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kurojiri · 5 years

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it's all in the cards

Fandom: Iron Man (Movies); Marvel Cinematic Universe; Spider-Man: Homecoming Gen: Tony Stark & James Rhodes; Tony Stark & JARVIS; Tony Stark & Peter Parker Pairing: Tony Stark/ Pepper Potts Summary: If he didn’t know any better his life could of had been seen as one giant cosmic joke. Square Fill: Cards Against Humanity A/N: @iron-man-bingo Word Count: 2,564 Additional Tags: past alcoholism, Howard’s A+ Parenting; angst with a happy ending Or read on ao3

I drink to forget [Alcoholism].

Something about drinking had become a clutch for him, Tony could admit that, had to eventually when his twenties were chucked filled with them to be abnormally constant. College, and post had been raining on Tony forgetting where he partied of who he slept with, and always trying to forget how normal people stayed alive without a clutch like his. Did he fear death? No. But Tony had felt like he was around it too often to make it okay. Or sane. There had been trips to the hospital when it got close. His mom and father weren’t pleased about that; but it hadn’t been like he talked to them a lot. He missed his mom though, the bottle helped him to momentarily forget everything else that he hated from his life, to miss people less. If he drank enough nothing could hurt in those hours. That had been why chose that method of slinking off hours when his thoughts felt like thorns. Why sipping all his regrets had become a lifestyle he couldn’t put down. It had been something constant from the hell he had lived in since his conception. Sobriety had not been what he wanted back then, when his bones were still new. When he could afford concessions and casts when he fell over stairs or got knocked down by toilets. That had been why the years felt like seconds. He'd turned twenty, twenty-three until boom he hit thirty. A life was almost too cold, with few people he could trust. It had been his comfort zone. He drank to forget. Simple as that.

This is the prime of my life. I’m young, hot, and full of [Moderate-to-severe joint pain.]

Becoming Iron Man had never occurred to Tony that it would ultimately change him and his life forever. Hell, he’d never thought people would want to be saved him either. Or that he would even be called that in the first place. His life really changed since he had built and redesigned them after many upgrades. Somehow it had jumped to Rhodey, Happy and Pepper to take precautions when he had blurted it out back then. The news over the world had their own opinions, and the government did too when they had tried taking them. He fought villains that he or his dad created. He broke some bones and bled over many clothes. It sort of been surreal that he made it his goal to rotate being Tony Stark and Iron Man. The world was changing alongside him. As a futurist, he had accepted that, but had so been becoming paranoid from the prospects of knowing his trials would never shorten. Someone would always be mad at him or his industry, someone would always want revenge, and Tony, he would always need his suit to accomplish the heavy lifting. He was born to be a rational guy. He had seen the signs too since Iron Man had become a fad. The world’s problems would always strike at him. Luckily, he was rich, smart and always adapting to the best of his abilities when a crisis would erupt in his midst. But that still didn’t hide the fact that his grip was slowly eroding. His nightmares, his fears, and all his rationality couldn’t be wrapped in the same dam. His body was not as new. Nor has his past conditioned for Tony to have a perfectly healthy body; even if he did work out. Drinking and partying had not been a smart thing for him back then, since he had a past of getting injured for those nights and when he was reckless in his lab hours of hardly sleeping. He was aging from all those habits. Someday he would not be able to live like he was now. It wouldn’t be smart or healthy to attempt it either by himself. That had been why he kept Pepper, the one person that he knew he loved dearly. For Happy being a good driver and bodyguard that had put with his antics. And Rhodey—Tony knew he wouldn’t alive without his best friend. He considered themselves to be brothers at this point in his life since it had become a lot more dangerous. Tony may have been at the prime of his life; but he knew it wouldn’t last forever.

Why can’t I sleep at night? [Science]

His lab was just cozy. He knew where most of his stuff was and it had made sense. Tony wasn’t an awkward person, he out grew that since he had been shipped off to boarding school. (But he had still liked to being inside his lab where he didn’t have to interact a lot.) It was just a coincidence that he wouldn’t fall asleep either at night. “Sir, you have reached the limit of your lab hours. It is highly recommended that you put down your tools and get some sleep before your meeting at 6am.” Tony didn’t put down his screwdriver. “It's barely 1am. That’s too early to crash when I’m close to finishing this bad boy. Besides, I already told Pepper I wouldn’t be going.” “That may be, however, it is strongly advised and for your health and benefit to sleep more.” “JARVIS.” “Sir.” His A. I shouldn’t have that control over Tony. (But he couldn’t say no when he had sounded so much like—) “Alright, buddy. You win this round.” “Thank-you, Sir.” That didn’t mean that Tony’s streak of not sleeping was cured. He still woke up early and evaded Pepper’s glares. He loved her, very much, but Tony wanted to finish the upgrades for his new suit. The world kept orbiting, kept changing and that meant Tony had to do so too. They would understand. Hopefully without the world burning as a result.

A romantic, candlelit dinner would be incomplete without [self-loathing].

Being in love with Pepper had not complicated everything else in his life.

There had been days when it had felt like that, but Tony could say that it had been the world and its rules that been the cause. A lot has happened over the years: Tony had stopped drinking like he did in college, he still had a very small circle of people he liked, and he was Iron Man. But he had been thinking of quitting for a while. He wanted a happy ending.

(He had almost died a lot of times too, so, Tony really believed that he deserved a bit of slack.)

It hadn’t like he was saying that he hated his life, Tony just wanted the world to calm down. He wanted a vacation. A slow year. Also, for Pepper to not worry about him and his suits. But then, what was a life in Tony Stark’s without conflict.

“Tony, I don’t know how long I can keep doing this.”

And he couldn’t either without her too.

The accords then happened sometime later. So, that had been something. Then he learned about his parents, Barns and Steve—and Tony thought he knew everything about how to be a proper friend. Apparently, being lied to was still something in his life. But Pepper, she had always been telling the truth. They needed space, and Tony needed to learn how to have a candlelit dinner without self-loathing himself as the dinner got cold.

He didn’t hate her choice, he had respected it since dating a hero in a dangerous world was asking for much. He knew it had been a tough choice for her to stay away from him; but they both knew he would have been devastated if she got hurt because of his choices.

Tony still loved her.

Even when it was quieter now. Bruce was still missing, Rhodey got hurt. And Steve and the others... Tony just wanted a nice night.

Was that too much to ask?

My life is ruled by a vicious cycle of [daddy issues] and [A constant need for validation.]

Peter Parker had become the reason the world didn’t look as bleak. Why he had thrown every bottle he had occasional drank from his penthouse and place he knew he visited or slept in. And why he kept checking the vitals for his too young too naive spider-kid. In a matter of small interactions that then been lumped too daily visits, they had it gotten to the point that made Tony scared of how parental he was getting. Rhodey had not been impressed either when he had visited his penthouse. “You’re being too hard on yourself Tones. So, what if Peter called you dad the other day.” He had laughed earlier and teased him, but when it had slipped that Tony was freaking out more than being happy Rhodey had gone straight to what he did best. Comforting his idiot genius. “It just means that the two of you are closer.” Tony had twitched from his best friend’s speech. His hands wanted to do something as there had been an edge of unused energy coursed through him. Pepper had heard the conversation too when he had offered in driving Peter back home. Happy ended up being the one to drive the blushing and stammering teen away but it still hadn’t made it less awkward back to where Tony was with Pepper. It had been a nice moment. She had smiled when she had watched it unfold. But when he had gone stiff and stuck inside his head, she had done her best to usher Tony to sleep after dinner. Now, with Rhodey there, Tony still had been trying to keep his children under the radar. Easier said than done when his best friend had been giving the same looks Pepper knew. It had been tough to keep his emotions at bay since he had people from his circle growing. Although, it had been Peter that made it all harder. He just had that outlook in life that was different, yet the same for Tony to understand. “Howard never gave me any real happy memories as a father.” Tony knew how a life felt like when he had someone like Howard. And since after his death, Tony still felt bitter in the memories that they shared. Unconsciously he had chosen the words dad and father and linked them with Howard’s parenting. That had been why he had wary of kids, why it had stung when Peter called him dad, but it had been with a positive connotation. It had been bittersweet that he had been wincing inside as well melting. It shouldn’t have been confusing or awful that Peter struck that kind of reaction towards Tony. He had wanted a close relationship with him. His parental instincts woke up when he had first met him; and that had only increased after every incident Pete got himself into. He needed to protect him. Needed to get over the word dad from his own father’s bad light. “And?” Tony peered over. “So, if I screw up—” he took a deep breath. “I don't think I can come back if I lose anyone else.” (Especially an innocent kid.) He had lost too many, had risen above all conflicts, but he couldn't risk losing Peter too. “Tony you aren’t Howard and you will never be.” It should have comforted him to hear that out loud. “I know.” He really did. But sometimes it felt like if he slipped and said the wrong thing, he would only inch closer to Howard’s level. “But it doesn’t stop my mind from going there.” When he had met up with Peter it had been on a Monday afternoon after school. Pepper had waved hello to Peter before going to a meeting while Rhodey had been fixing up a late after school snack for them all. Tony had FRIDAY setting up for a movie. “Hey there kid. How was school?” He still felt Rhodey’s subtle glance when he opened up to Peter with an easy smile. (It hadn’t been fake, it couldn’t ever be when it concerned him.) “Oh. Um, okay.” Peter’s backpack was still perched on his shoulders and his curls were growing longer that it started hiding his face from Tony the way he dipped down his head. “In P. E we had to run a mile, so I had to make sure I didn’t run faster than last year.” “Ah.” The silence that stretched where it shouldn’t have been in the first place made him panic. With the snacks ready and the movie playing Tony had been waiting for Peter to talk about that night. Usually he was quick to apologize and overthink everything he said that Tony had been worried when Peter was slower with his puns and smiles. Mid movie, Peter cracked. “Mr. Stark.” His head was still lowered. “Yeah buddy?” “I’m sorry that I called you dad the other day ago.” He crossed his arms over his chest. “It just sort of slipped up and I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“You haven’t finished that project yet? I gave you ample time.” “I’m sorry da—father.”

“Keep ditching classes and roaming around those people will not help you reach into MIT Anthony.” “Yeah, well maybe I don’t want to go there! Maybe I want to have a choice in where my life goes.”

“Tony, please you shouldn’t fight with your father every time we had a meal together as a family.” “I’ll stop when he does.”

Carefully Rhodey had left them to have a private conversation. The movie had been pushed to a mute on command on Tony. “I... didn’t exactly have the best example of what a father should have been while growing up.” “Mr. Stark.” He patted his shoulder. “I know you didn’t mean any harm kid. Seriously, I just don’t want to overstep that position since you had your uncle longer than your bio dad.” “You aren’t.” “What?” Peter looked at him directly with a soft smile. “You aren’t overstepping. I was the one that called you, dad. But if it's too inappropriate then—” Tony cut him off. “No, it's okay. I... you are like the son I never thought I would ever get. I like mentoring you and if you see me like a dad, then I'm proud to call you my son.” “Really?” “Definitely.”

“Mr. Stark?” His head whipped up. “Yeah kid?” The cards had still been mocking him even if he wasn’t looking at them. “It's okay if you don’t want to play the game. I can just clean it up and ask someone else.” “No!” He toned down his voice. “No, we still haven’t started yet.” And they hadn’t. Peter had been explaining the whole game and rules when he saw them. Whether it had been a cosmic joke or not, he didn’t appreciate the timing. Peter didn’t look like he believed that Tony wanted to play the game. And he himself wasn’t sure if it had been a good idea either. Cards Against Humanity would be the death of him, Tony just knew. After all, how could it have been possible for them spelled out his whole life right now? And before it even started. “If you really want to play, I have Sorry and Candy Land too.” “How about Uno?” Peter didn’t bat his eyes. “Of course, I do!” The final score was: Tony 4 — Peter 6.

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Outsider Pt. 7

Pairing: Step Dad Tony Stark x Teen Reader

Word Count: 3.5k (long cuz it’s been so long since I updated [sorry])

Summary: Tony’s not happy with your growing bond with Bucky. While the team’s away, you meet a young web-slinger and a certain thunder god.

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“‘Avenger Pajama Party?!’” Tony shouted a headline, slamming the morning paper on the table in front of you. “What were you thinking?! Who said you could leave the tower?” His eyes drifted from you to your companions. “Who said you could take her?!”

“Who the hell are you to tell me what to do?!” you snapped.

“Who am-” he looked around, laughing humorlessly. “Only your step-dad. And this is my house and I say you can’t leave the tower in the middle of the night without notifying anyone or without proper security!”

Bucky stood abruptly, insulted by Tony’s words. “You think we’d let her get hurt?”

“You would do well to keep quiet, Barnes,” Tony warned.

“Where’s my mom? FRIDAY, can you call her down here, please?”

“Of course, Miss.”

Steve finally spoke up. “Sit down, Buck.” Bucky huffed, but took his seat again. “She was perfectly safe, Tony.”

Tony sighed, bringing steepled hands to his lips. “Y/N, it’s not safe for you to just run around like you did back home. If you want to go out, fine, but see Happy to assign you a detail first.”

“Right,” you deadpanned, “because a guy in a suit is more intimidating than Captain America and the Winter Soldier.” You looked over at the two men, sitting stoned faced and arms crossed, and you were hit with an idea. “Who would dare come near me when people are so scared of him?” you tilted your head toward Bucky. The three men stiffened, but said nothing, wanting to know what you were getting at. “Isn’t that why we had to wake Steve last night? Because the public’s still terrified of him? So how was I in danger?”

“You could be targeted because of hi- our enemies,” Tony tried to correct himself, but you all caught it.

“Which will happen regardless of whether or not I’m with any of you.”

“I’m not the bad guy, here, Kiddo.” Tony noticed the way you winced at the nickname. “It kills me that the public’s having a hard time accepting him.” He tried his best to sound sincere, but fell just a tad short. “But I’m trying my best to make everyone happy.”

“So…” you picked at your nails, trying to suppress the smile that threatened to form. “you wouldn’t mind if I took on a summer project, then? To help the public accept him?”

Bucky turned to you, wondering if you were serious while Steve turned away to hide his smirk.

“Well, no,” Tony straightened, doing his best to avoid eye contact. “but I don’t think you’ll have much time with the honeymoon and school.”

“I have two months until school starts, and I’m not going on your honeymoon.”

“One month,” he corrected. “Your school starts their fall term in August. What do you mean you’re no-”

“WHAT?!” you shrieked. “When were you planning on telling me?”

Tony paled, realizing he’d just dropped yet another bomb on you. “When we got back from vacation. We figured some time away would soften the blow…” he trailed off.

“Except I’m not going. I told Mom that from the beginning.”

Tony’s jaw jutted in annoyance. “She never mentioned it. Pepper arranged everything for three.”

“Sucks when people keep things from you, doesn’t it, Dad,” you jeered.

The elevator dinged and you heard footsteps approach. Your mom’s smile quickly dropped at the obviously tense situation in the kitchen.

“Morning,” she greeted cautiously. “What’d I miss?”

Before Tony could say a word, you leapt off your stool and ran toward her.

“Is it true I start school a month early?”

She exchanged a look with Tony before meeting your eyes again and nodding. “I’m sorry. Is that what this is about?”

“No,” Tony jumped in, handing her the paper. “She went out last night without telling anyone.”

“We were hungry and you were asleep,” you chimed in. “I told FRIDAY to let you know if you woke up.”

“Tony was awake,” she replied, looking at the picture of the three of you at the diner in your PJs. “Why didn’t you tell him?”

You knit your brows and scoffed, “Why would I? He’s a stranger.”

She pinched the bridge of her nose and walked to counter to pour some coffee. Steve softened at the hurt look on Tony’s face, while Bucky’s eyes flickered between the three of you.

“I’m sorry,” you muttered. “I’m just upset over school and being yelled at as soon as I woke up.” Chancing a look at your mom, you saw she frowned at Tony, who was looking sheepish. “Well, since I only have half a summer, I’d like to make the most of it. What else can you show me?” you asked Bucky.

“We just went over this.” Tony looked like he wanted to rip his hair out. “You need a security team before you can leave.”

“She’s fine,” you mom said absentmindedly. “She’ll be with Steve and James.”

“Thanks, Mom.” You gestured the soldiers to follow you before Tony could protest. “See you later!”

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

You insisted they join you and your mom dress shopping, and due to recent headlines, they didn’t resist much. Over the past several days, pictures of the three of you were on every paper. All of them showed Bucky doing something normal: playing at an arcade, eating cotton candy, petting a dog, etc., looking nowhere near as scary as he did previously.

It was easy to see Tony growing increasingly bothered by it as well, so it was a plus. You suspected it was why he insisted on throwing a party before his and your mother’s departure in your honor, and invited the families of everyone from your new school.

“If the party’s for me, why can’t I wear whatever I want and invite who I want?” you asked your mom as she lifted another dress to your neck.

“Because it’s for you to meet your classmates,” she soothed. “To maybe make some friends before your first day. It sounds like a great idea to me.”

You had to admit, it was a good idea, but you still couldn’t help but wonder if he was just trying to weaken your growing bond with Bucky.

“That one’s nice,” Steve offered. “Maybe you should try it on.”

In the fitting room, you grumbled as you stripped and contemplated how much time you’ll serve should you dare to wear one of those stupid dresses more than once. Looking in the mirror after zipping yourself up, you huffed in annoyance. The dress brought out your eyes and you looked fantastic. You stepped out to show them, and they all gushed, begging you to buy it.

Natasha and your mom helped you get ready while simultaneously trying to calm your nerves. You were pretty much going to be on your own as you and your mom were still on shaky ground, and Tony was just being Tony.

You made your way around the room for what seemed like the hundredth time in the last hour, cringing at the snippets of conversations you caught from both kids and their parents. ‘Wait, so none of the other Avengers are coming out?’ ‘There aren’t even any reporters.’ ‘I was hoping to promote my clothing line.’ ‘You think now’s a good time to ask Stark about handling some of his accounts?’

Everywhere you looked, there were fake smiles. One girl actually sneered at you and wiped her hand on her dress after shaking yours. It was all too much, and you headed to the balcony for some air. It wasn’t long until someone followed.

“Hiding?”

You rolled your eyes and tried to mask your distaste before turning. If arrogance were a person, this guy would be it. “Yeah,” you playfully grimaced. “Sorry, what was your name again?” you asked for the fifth time that night.

For the fifth time, his irritation flashed in his eyes, much to your amusement. “Chuck Bass.”

“Right. Chuck. Sorry, just so many new faces, you know?”

Chuck smirked, slowly closing the gap between you. “You can drop the act now, Miss Stark. No one’s out here but us.” He snickered at your annoyance. “We can help each other out; you clearly don’t want to be here, and I would love to assist a beautiful girl like you.”

“Excellent delivery,” you spoke normally. “Had a lot of practice?” You sidestepped him and went back inside, giving the party another half hour before sneaking back up to your room.

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

A few days after Tony and your mom left, the remaining team were called on missions. Bucky was worried about leaving you alone, despite your promises that you wouldn’t leave the tower, and dragged you to see Happy to assign you a security detail. It took two days to find people who could work with you, but you were thankful for it as you did nothing but worry about your friends when you had nothing to do.

Happy was going on and on about some rules as he followed you to the kitchen, pulling a gun out and shoving you behind him when he saw the fridge was open. He groaned and put his weapon away when a boy emerged from behind the door.

“What are you doing here?”

“Hi,” he waved awkwardly. “I just wanted to check in and see if maybe there was a mission or… something.”

“Yeah,” Happy perked up. “There is a mission for you.”

“Really?” he grinned. “What is it?”

Happy gave you a gentle shove forward. “Y/N, Peter. Peter, this is Y/N. Stark’s kid.” He ignored the dirty look you sent him. “Keep her company.”

You both stared slack jawed as he left. You turned back to find Peter blushing. “So, you’re the Spider?”

“What?! I- No!” he stammered. “I um, I’m Mr. Stark’s intern.”

“Right… so why’d you ask Happy about a mission?”

“I… didn’t.”

“Are you from Queens?” you asked, head tilted.

“Yeah.”

“My mom said a kid from Queens named Peter ‘interns’ for Tony, but is actually Spider Man.” You watched amusedly as he shifted uncomfortably. “So that’s not you?”

“Yeah, it’s me,” he sighed. “No one’s supposed to know, though.”

“Well, I kind of live here now, so I don’t know how you planned on hiding it from me.”

“Where is everyone, anyway?” he tried to hide his embarrassment by changing the subject.

“Either on vacation or a mission. Sorry, you just missed them by a couple days.”

“Oh.” He looked a little hurt, and you started to feel bad for him. “They didn’t call me.”

“Happy was just kidding, you know. You don’t have to stay, but I wouldn’t mind the company if you wanted to.” You weren’t sure why you invited him to stay. You were just glad he was so different from the other people your age you met.

“Really?” You smiled at his excitement. It reminded you of a puppy. “You wanna go somewhere and hang out or something?”

“Yeah, but should we? I mean, I’ve kind of only been going out with Steve and Bucky, so will people figure out who you are if we’re seen together?”

After realizing it would be a bad idea to leave, you decided to order some pizza and spent the day watching movies. Peter returned the next couple of days, and eventually told you about his aunt, his uncle, all the things that stress him out about being a hero, and you told him how worried you were about the team.

You and Peter were in the middle of a heated discussion on whether or not The Force Awakens was a good movie, when the sky suddenly went dark and there was a loud crash of thunder on the balcony. Before you could react, Peter pulled you to the kitchen and tried to stuff you into a cabinet.

“My friends!” a voice boomed. “I have returned!”

Both of you peeked over the counter, sighing in relief when you found Thor looking around as your security burst in. You shot Peter a look and he blushed.

“I didn’t know!” he hissed defensively. “I haven’t met him yet!”

“Miss?” one of the guards called. “It’s all clear; it’s only Thor.”

“Hear that? It’s ‘only’ Thor,” Peter scoffed, making you snort. You both stood slowly, drawing everyone’s eyes to you.

“Permission to return to our posts, Miss?” the same guard asked.

“Yeah,” you replied meekly, casting an unsure glance at Peter.

Neither of you moved as they left, only staring at a smiling Thor.

“Hello!” he greeted cheerfully. “Who are you?”

“Uh,” Peter’s voice cracked, much to his embarrassment, and quickly cleared his throat. “I’m Peter. I’m… an Avenger,” he finished confidently, growing pink at incredulous look the god gave him. “And this is Y/N. She’s Mr. Starks, uh, her mom married Mr. Stark.”

They were met with his booming bark. “Is this a trick?” He looked around, waiting for the others to jump out and share in the laughter, his own tapering off as he saw your serious expressions. “Where are the others?”

“Mr. Barton’s gone home, Tony’s away with my mom, and the others are on missions.”

The smile quickly faded from face as his amusement was replaced with concern.

“And you were left here? Alone?” He didn’t give either of you time to respond. “Do not worry, my young friends. I shall look after you until their return.”

You nearly choked on air. “What?”

“Oh, that’s not necessary, Sir.”

“It is no trouble!” he assured. “What do you wish to do first?”

You ordered food and settled on another movie, immediately realizing you were going to need a lot more food. After the movie, Thor regaled you and Peter with stories of his misadventures in Asgard, leaving you both in awe. When it got ‘late’, he apologized for keeping you up and sent you and Peter to bed, refusing to let him leave despite Peter’s protests that he was perfectly safe.

In the morning, you were met with a horrified Peter in the kitchen. Thor greeted you and guided you to a stool, promptly setting a plate in front of you. You exchanged a nervous look with Peter before taking a bit of the obviously burnt scrambled eggs into your mouth. There was a noticeable crunch as you chewed, but seeing Thor’s proud, smiling face, you couldn’t do anything but smile and swallow. Satisfied with your reaction, he returned his attention to the stove.

You tried the pancakes next, which were no better. They were thick and gooey in the middle, and had clumps of flour in them. The bacon was the real tragedy; it was burnt at one end, and almost completely raw on the other. Movement caught your attention as Peter wrapped the food in napkins to hide it as trash. When he collected them and stood to throw them away, you reached for napkins to do the same, but Thor was piling food onto his own plate and getting ready to join you. In a panic, you switched your plate with Peter’s empty one, and jumped off your stool just as Thor turned around.

Peter shot you a look of betrayal, which you answered with an apologetic one. Sitting with a large glass of juice to wash the taste out, you watched as Peter slowly ate your food, never softening his glare. When he finished, he called for his aunt to pick him up, smirking at the look you gave him when you realized he was leaving you.

He returned the following day with a bag full of clothes, and made you apologize before giving you a sandwich he’d gotten from his favorite deli. Able to convince Thor to let you help him cook, you ended up with meals that were actually edible, making the day bearable.

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

Thor took his self-appointed role as caregiver seriously, going so far as to ask FRIDAY to tell him if you or Peter were out of bed. It wasn’t all bad, though. It was funny when he grew embarrassed during nude scenes in movies, especially when he’d yell for you to avert your eyes.

You and Peter were in the middle of a laughing fit, Thor growing redder and redder at the scene playing out on screen, when one of your guards entered the room.

“Miss? There’s a delivery for you.”

“Did you order more food?” Peter asked, still trying to catch his breath.

“No.” You looked over to the door, eyes widening at the man who stepped through carrying a vase full of flowers. “Uh, are you sure that’s mine?”

Your security took a card from the bouquet and handed to you. It had your name, but no other information. Not even who they were from.

He took the vase, quickly tipping and dismissing the delivery man. “Where would you like them?”

“I guess the coffee table in my room?” you offered, not really sure what to do with them.

He gave you a short nod and left, leaving only the noises of the movie’s lovemaking in the background.

“Can I see?” Peter asked, taking the offered card. “Who do you think sent them?”

“I don’t know,” you shrugged. “Maybe it’s like a welcome thing or something.”

It was a suspicion that was confirmed a couple of days later when you received a greeting card welcoming you to the neighborhood. Again, only your name was on it, written in sloppy handwriting.

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

Bucky’s mission ended first, and you were too relieved he was ok to be embarrassed about hugging him. Steve looked on with a soft smile that quickly died when he saw Thor marching over. After a shouting match between the two, in which Steve assured him you and Peter were old enough to be left alone, he introduced him to Bucky.

Peter returned home, promising he’d visit again soon, while Thor went with Steve to hear all about the mission. Bucky cleaned up and went to your room, immediately catching sight of the wilting flowers.

“Nice flowers,” he commented, joining you on the couch.

“Thanks. No idea who sent them.”

He raised a brow at you and smirked. “Got an admirer, Doll?”

“Yeah, right,” you snorted. “Got this like a day or two after.” You handed him the card and he looked it over.

“Nothing’s written in it.” You shrugged, and he began to snicker. “Good thing it’s just someone bein’ nice, or that Thor guy mighta gotten riled up.”

“It’s not funny. He gave me a bedtime and everything,” you complained, making him laugh harder.

In the following days, you picked up where you left off, getting seen around the city with Bucky, Steve, and now Thor. Peter came along sometimes, bringing his friend Ned to avoid too much speculation.

Not long after, the rest of the team you had yet to meet returned. They gaped at the news of Tony’s marriage. They were polite, but the whole situation was awkward enough that all they did was stare, and as much as you wanted to hide in your room, you forced yourself not to knowing that’s exactly what you’d be doing when your mom and Tony returned.

By the time they did, Bucky’s reputation had improved, much to Tony’s annoyance. Less than a week later, a team meeting was called where they were informed that the restriction on one Sgt. James Buchanan Barnes had been lifted. The room erupted in cheers, and they decided they would go out to celebrate and promptly left to get ready.

Tony stayed behind in the conference room, looking at all the photos taken by the paparazzi. His eyes kept lingering on one in particular; Ned and Peter were sitting on the ground with Steve, trying to hand feed a squirrel, while Bucky sat on the bench holding the peanut bag. You had your eyes closed, head leaning peacefully against his very visible metal arm.

“Tony?” you mom called softly as she entered. “Everyone’s going out tonight. Are you?”

“No. I have things to do.” He wouldn’t meet her eyes as he gathered the magazines, sighing when she approached and took them from him.

“These are nice,” she smiled. “I’m glad she found a friend in him.”

Tony scoffed. “Do you honestly trust him? You think she’s safe with him?”

“I do.”

“He killed my parents,” he croaked.

“I know. I’m so sorry,” she said. “But, he’s not the same man, and you know it. We messed up, Tony. Right now, he’s the only one she trusts, and that’s our fault. Being hostile to her only friend isn’t going to do us any favors.”

Taking the magazines from her hands, he looked them over once again. He wanted to have what James had with you. He wanted to see your smile in person, know what made you laugh, take you out and show you off. If he had to force himself to separate the man from the killer, then so be it.

“Alright,” he spoke as steadily as he could. “Tonight we celebrate, and tomorrow I’ll ask Pepper to find me a therapist.”

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agreementtale · 4 years

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Chapter 8: There are two rules in life:

Step one eat the whole pie

Step two take care of Mother (A laugh a day) In progress

-> Bath (Too yellow) Bleaching (Maybe?)

-> Sewing clothes (Can you even?)

-> Pie => Get cinnamon (Where?) ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

-> Tidy the house (Doesn’t count)

-> Fix her relations with other monsters (especially Flowey)

Step two 3 gather materials => Boot, Toy, Ribbon(on inventory)

Step three 4 go to ‘icy place’

Step four 5 befriend the hell out of monsters

Step five 6 break the barrier

They eyed the list, unimpressed, ten days after they wrote it and the only thing they managed to do was eating pie… She was the one doing all chores, more interested in them learning school things than helping her around the house… it was frustrating, but they wouldn’t give up.

Seemed that the only incentive she needed to tidy the house was a guest, since they got there the house was spotless. They tried helping her on the kitchen without success, after their lucky strike the first day, she always beat them to washing the dishes… Always with a concerned expression, if they were present she would wear a uncertain smile, but they could see right through it.

She didn’t trust them.

They didn’t blame her.

“Is there something on your mind, innocent one?” She asked making a move to grab something.

They promptly handed her the dish towel “Just kid stuff” they watched her drying the dishes with the old towel, everything in Toriel’s house has either rather old, but incredibly well conserved furniture, books and utensils, or plain fresh, ingredients mostly.

“If you have a problem, you can always come to me, child” She said patting their head “I am your mother after all” They could barely suppress the pride on hearing that remark, but now wasn’t time for this, she wasn’t happy, they shouldn't feel proud yet, not when it was their responsibility change that in the first place.

“Can you teach me how to sew?” Clothes were on the old category, smelled like old, but wasn’t bad for the touch, neither caused them any skin reaction, they tested, and were fairly well conserved. But her clothes, on the other hand, were ripped around the edges and had a few holes on them.

“Of course” They actually had tried to fix them and surprise her, only to find out they definitely did not knew how to sew “I can insert this on our curriculum for this semester” They could feel warmth radiating from her voice just at the thought “On the condition you only use a needle in my presence” she added, half teasing.

“Ok” whatever they had done on the other resets, this run gained the cup of having their fingers stabbed by needles… those little pointy things were evil “Only with supervision” which was odd, sewing seemed like a useful capacity to have.

The thought of them ignoring a survival ability like this made them question their wisdom.

If it was survival, they had to learn it.

It’s not like they could rely on other people to do it for them all the time. Who on these days knew how to sew anyway?

“Then I’ll be delighted to teach you” That is outside of their wonderful mother, of course.

“By the way, yesterday I wanted to cut myself some pie, but I couldn’t find any knife” Not a single one since they appeared, they kept waiting to catch her using one, but she seemed not to like using the it, which strike them as odd.

“Well… you could have asked me child, I would give you a piece” If she was uneasy, she didn’t show, maybe they could be a little more clear without alarming her.

“And today there aren’t any knives on the sink either” She stopped putting the plates away.

“You… are a very observant child” Now she was unease, great…

“I am old enough to use a knife, you know” She didn’t answer “and I like pie!” she chuckled a little.

“I have no doubt about it” just a little, a smile that didn’t reach her eyes “but I still worry”

“I could have a dull knife if it makes you feel better” They would feel better with a sharpened one, but a dull knife was better than no knife.

“How about a pie knife?” uneasiness again creeping into her voice.

“Perfect!” Anything to not listen that borderline painful intonation.

She placed a kiss on their forehead, and moved back to the shelf, her hand way above her field of vision to grab something high, what must be at least 3 meters. She must have noticed their confusion.

“See, I was hoping to find children, even younger than yourself” she handed them a simple silver pie knife, it wouldn’t serve as a tool, but now they knew where she had the silverware hidden, carefully they put it with the other cutlery “I had to make sure the house was safe for the little ones” it wouldn’t needed to be this tall for children...

Maybe younger humans wouldn’t be her only concern.

Smart move.

“Are you playing with your brother today?”

“Yep” It had become a routine.

“Come back before dark this time” Every morning she would give them lessons, every afternoon they would explore the ruins with Flowey.

“Ok” They were sure that the ruins hadn’t any more equips, but random encounters with monsters and regular exercise had made them happy on the small place they called home.

“And I mean it this time” She followed them to the door “If you are late, you are getting no dinner, young one” it was an empty threat, she was always so relieved they came back she mysteriously forgot to keep her word... That is until the next day, when they got no dessert for making her worry, pity, they liked desert.

“Bye mom” They waved at her, asking themselves if she would follow today, Flowey had confirmed she had done it the first week they went out, at first he got jumpy with the idea, but then he got used to it.

Now it seemed she got used to the idea as well, since she hadn’t followed them for two days in a row.

“She’s not joining us this time?” As always, he waited for them on the distance, from a position she couldn’t see.

“Maybe” he looked a little grumpy, did he wanted her to follow them around? “How was your morning?”

“Awful, that Froggit keep following me, don’t matter how many tunnels I use, he always find me, every single day”

You mean that one?” They pointed to the innocent monster, listening to Flowey’s frustrated screech.

“Stop following me you idiot!” The Froggit just hopped closer looking them in the eyes.

“Hi” they waved.

“Don’t encourage him!” ignoring the Flower, the Froggit croaked back.

“Are you the guy from before? The one with a strong headbutt?” until today, that Froggit and the ghost were the only ones that got away before they could spare them.

Froggit croaked timidly, while Flowey grumbled.

“You want to show me the place around?” the frog croaked decisively, leading the way, they promptly followed.

“Are we really doing this today?” Despite his ‘tired of your bullshit’ air, he followed.

“Why? Have anything better to do?” since they fell he seemed to spend all of his time with them, except for when they were on the house, then he just waited outside, that had to change one of these days…

“Don’t let him outsmart you again” he warned morosely.

“Why so serious?” they joked.

“Can’t believe that I would end up as a babysitter for two dummies” he murmured, the Froggit did not paid any attention to it, going ahead on strong jumps.

“It’s not that bad” They were heading to a part of the path containing the pitfall traps, the Froggit dodged them expertly, they let him lead the way, despite having it memorized by now.

“It is when a frog is the smart one” They only smiled and let him rant about their stupidity on not becoming stronger and stubbornness on not escaping her house while she slept.

This Froggit was a particularly smart one, he managed to avoid all the traps, follow Flowey until he tracked his way back to them. It almost took away the sting of dying… almost.

He led them to other monsters, apparently his own family, they spent a nice afternoon complimenting and playing catch. Flowey complained about a wasted afternoon, but after he found a playmate, they caught him smiling every once in a while, a little Froggit, small enough to fit on his leaves, jumped and dodged his vines, while he pretended to be a giant monster.

With the diming of lights they waved goodbye to their new friends and headed home, he followed without any complaints, it gave them an idea. They asked him to wait for them on the entrance of the spider baking sale, his good mood allowing the detour without too much of a fuss.

Getting there they quickly approached the biggest web, whispering to the spiders about the two items they needed, leaving a few coins on the web. Spiders were resourceful, they remembered that.

Going back to Flowey they made conversation for the rest of the way home. The reflecting stones on the ceiling of the cave were already dim for a while, it was night out there, they kinda missed seeing the moon and stars.

“You will miss dessert again” the flower said, bringing them back to reality.

“That’s fine” although they liked the homemade sweets, their mission was more important.

“I though you liked cookies”

“And caramels, and chocolate, and sweet sweet pie” their mother knew how to cook, the memory tantalizing, they could almost taste it, all they had to do was get home in time and they would have a delicious reward.

“You’re drooling” They clasped their mouth shut and tried to clean themselves, only to find out they were not drooling, what a liar! They shoot him an irritated look, he meet the stare with his ‘whatever’ face.

“Greetings children” They both looked at the old monster hidden behind the tree, they with mildly surprise, he with growing anxiety.

“Hi mom” they promptly gave her a hug, he mumbled something, but her fur made it inaudible.

“And you should be Flowey” he nodded, making an effort not to tremble on his roots “The little one told me all kinds of good things about the valiant brother that protected them all this time”

“…m… ot… …t” he didn’t met her eyes, all the time looking at the ground, his damaged petals seemed to wither under her gaze, they never saw him that emotive before, not when they called him brother, not even when they called her mother, maybe he was more scared than they realized.

“Pardon me?” If he was that terrified, maybe they should give him a way out? She was never going to hurt him, they’ve been putting in a good word for him every night, but he didn’t know that.

“I’m not valiant” He repeated still quietly, his stem trembled, he looked small. They let go of her arms, determined to save their brother, but quicker than they could react, she beat them to him.

“Of course you are” She said gently, kneeled before him, they did not know if he got even smaller, or if it was just the subconscious comparison to her massive size that made him appear like that “You are very brave and very kind, young one, I can see that” they stood at her side, maybe it would turn out ok, if they didn’t interfere “Why don’t you join us over dinner?”

Like a sudden wave of fireworks in an empty night.

His face lifted to meet hers, an expression of wonderment and uncertainty, his petals gained color, on his eyes the shine of a precious memory, his mouth opening slightly to give her a reply.

Then it was gone… like the dying lights on the dark sky.

“Thank you, but… I’ll… I’ll just…”

“Please, I insist” She remained calm and gentle.

Avoiding her gaze “I would just destroy your floor” he laughed humorlessly “and dirt your house” He looked defeated, that wouldn’t do. They knew this expression, they had worn it too, he had tried it more times than what he could afford to fail.

“It is not a problem, we can–/”

“I can’t be uprooted, my roots have to have something firm to cling on” he interrupted her. Well, he didn’t have to be uprooted, they could put him in a pot.

“Then–/”

“Pots won’t do either” Or not… thinking about it, it was a too obvious of an answer for him not to have already tried “It’s too compact, I can’t breathe, the roots get squeezed” It had to be a solution somewhere.

“We could–/”

“Eating outside it’s a bad idea” they just had to think outside the box “without fire it would be all too dark to see”

“I could easily–/”

“A fire would be a bad idea” She was getting more frustrated at each interrupted attempt, he had already gave up “the Whimsuns would be attracted by it and catch fire”.

“We could–/”

“Thr–/”

“A boot!” they interrupted his interruption, with a raised finger “We could use a boot!” wasting no time, they took the Old Boot and the Toy Knife out of their inventory.

“To what? Stomp the fire down?” They used the piece of plastic as a shovel, filling the boot with dirt.

“It’s big, so you have enough space” they struggled to pierce the ground, ruining the knife, but getting earth enough to fill the recipient “There you go!”

Flowey eyed them incredulously “That’s like a pot, but worse”

“Please child, at least try it” She encouraged him, opening space for them to approach.

“Humor me a little, please?” he still stared at them, without any expression “pleeeeease?”

Rolling his eyes he lifted is vines, entering the boot. It was a fun sight, he looked bigger, but so much thinner than they had imagined.

“So?” they asked expectantly.

“It’s like a pot” he paused, looking them in the eyes “But worse” they gave him a displeased face, he had to at least try! “It have no space, I’ll suffocate in here!”

“You can untie those strings for more space” they pointed to shoelaces “or even pass your roots through these holes” he looked at them and tried a few experimental wiggles, poking two of his main vines out of the boot.

“What about now?” she asked him, he looked uncertain again.

“Maybe?” a few more movements and him using his roots to put more earth on the makeshift pot morphed his expression to something lighter “I guess…”

“Wonderful!” she said haply.

“Finally! Now we can share a room again!” They caught the boot on their arms, like a precious treasure.

“I just agree to a dinner” he seemed to adjust to the new environment, holding on their arms with a vine for extra support.

“And a sleepover!” they added with little jumps of happiness.

“She didn’t invite me to stay the night, stupid!” he said between hisses as he struggled to maintain balance, they stopped jumping.

She coughed “Flowey, please refrain to name calling, this child found a solution for a puzzle both of us could not, they are anything but stupid” he gulped “Besides, they are right, you two can share the room as long as they wish for”

“And I’ll tell you right away, brother, if it depends on me we are sharing it until the end of times!” He scoffed at them, but they could see how his petals looked vivid, his posture upright, his stem and leaves doing little happy wiggles.

After all this time, a dinner in family was all they wished for.

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