#now i gotta go finish math and history see ya-

[shooks-stupid-stuff]

one thought, head full

#oc shiz #shook arts #Jacian (OC) #hey guys this is all ive drawn this week *dabs* #im almost caught up with school tho #just gotta make it through tuesday #and then all i got is lectures to listen to- #i might get to do halloween art yeet #anyways i love jacian alot ok #thats it thats the post #now i gotta go finish math and history see ya- #also as always plz plz plz send in oc questions if u have them im incredibly lonely

[whosemorales]

Peter Meets Rhodey

"Mr Stark, can you pass me the wrench?"

Not looking up from his desk Tony grabbed the wrench and leaned to the right where Peter's voice came from holding it out.

"Thanks," Peter mumbled grabbing the wrench and returning to his work, the room falling into a comfortable silence.

This is how it always worked. Peter would come over to spend the weekend at the tower and they would spend most of their time in the lab, it was awkward at first Peter mostly just sat there fiddling with screws, but now they had fallen into a kind of routine.

Spending time in the lab always helped Peter let off steam, it was just like going out as Spiderman. Although he wasn't fighting criminals, the only criminal thing in the lab was Mr Starks horrible taste in music.

("Kid this is a classic!"

Peter raised his eyebrows and gave him a sceptical look. "I didn't know classics sounded like two vultures fighting over a carcass."

Mr Starks mouth gaped. "You have no taste."

"Says the one who likes to listen to vultures."

"They're not-"

"Mr Stark it's OK. Whatever helps you sleep at night, whatever keeps you... calm." Peter smirked patting him on the back and turning back to his work.)

A beeping sound dragged Peter's mind back to the present and he heard the lab door open. There were only two other people that knew the code to get in. But Pepper was away on a business meeting so that means...

Whipping his head around, Peter's eyes met the one and only Colonel Rhodes. He'd heard countless stories about his and Mr Starks days in MIT and every story after, including what happened in Berlin. But Peter had never met him. (Because Peter hadn't known the extent to Rhodey's injuries)

Mr Rhodes held sort of the same look as Peter, although his was more confusion and shock, whilst Peter's was more surprise and awe.

Mr Stark had yet to notice Mr Rhodes presence his attention to engrossed in the upgrades he was working on.

Mr Rhodes cleared his throat. "Uh, Tones?"

Mr Starks head whipped around at the sound of his best friends voice.

"Rhodey?" Mr stark walked over and clapped him on the back giving him a quick hug. "How ya been  buddy, what are you doing here?"

Rhodey moved his head to the side slightly and looked over Tony's shoulder to Peter, who was still sitting there and watching them both.

Rhodey turned his head back to Tony. "Uh I was free and thought I'd stop by for the weekend, can I speak to you outside?" He said quickly.

Mr Stark frowned slightly. "OK," He turned around to face Peter. "Kid don't blow up the lab while I'm gone."

"I'll try not to Mr Stark, no promises though," Peter smirked and turned back to his work.

Tony shook his head and left the room with Rhodey. When Rhodey was sure to door was closed he rounded on Tony who didn't look the least bit phased.

"OK, who the hell is that?"

"It's the kid." Tony shrugged.

"What kid Tony? Is he just some random 14 year you found on the streets?!"

"I'm 15," Peter called not looking up from his desk.

A look of disbelief crossed Rodney's features. "Can he hear us?"

"No that would be creepy," Tony smirked.

"So that's the spider-kid?" Rhodey sighed.

"Spider-Man," Peter calls out again.

Tony smiled and turned to look at Peter who hadn't even moved his head from his desk.

"Pete, but out for a sec I gotta talk to Honeybear privately."

"Sure thing, Mr Stark."

Tony turned back to Rhodey and gave him a nod, telling him that Peter wasn't listening anymore.

"What the hell is he doing here Tony?!"

"He's helping me out in the lab."

"OK, 1. Your both on different desks and it looks like he's in his own little world working on whatever he's working on," Rhodey waved his hand. "And 2. I thought you said you wanted to keep your distance, this," he pointed to Peter. "This is not keeping your distance, this is the opposite!"

"Calm down, Rhodey," he sighed. "Look, the kids grown on me and honestly he makes me feel like a million bucks, which is saying something, I like having him around, he's a good kid. Trust me you'll love him, and he's staying for the weekend so you'll be able to get to know him better."

"OK." Rhodey nodded, Tony smiled and they both turned to go back to the lab. But just as Rhodey took a step his legs buckled from underneath him.

Tony was able to catch him before he hit the floor and helped him sit on one of the chairs outside the lab.

"You OK?" Tony frowned.

Rhodey grunted. "Yeah, yeah, it's just hard trying to get used to this shit, keep forgetting that my legs don't work, the braces help but sometimes this happens."

A guilty look passed over Tony's face, one that Rhodey understood straight away.

"Cut it out," He said sternly. "Tones, I've told you that it's not your fault, stop blaming yourself. It was my choice to fight and it was my fault for what happened. OK?"

Tony sighed but nodded. "OK. Need help?" he questioned standing up and holding out his hand.

"Nah, I'll walk it off." Rhodey joked.

"Yep sure," Tony smirked reaching down he heaved Rhodey up. "You good?"

Taking a few steps forward Rhodey nodded.

"Are your bags all set?" Tony asked as he reopened the door to the lab, Rhodey following closely behind.

"Yeah Happy helped me bring them up."

Peter turned to look at them curiously. "Bags?"

"That's right, Underoos. Honeybears staying the weekend, so you'll have two whole days to annoy him to death." Tony smirked.

"I'm not annoying," Peter pouted.

"Whatever helps you sleep at night kid." Tony winked, throwing Peter's words right back at him, whilst patting his back.

Peter shrugged him off with a laugh.

"Are we going upstairs?" Peter asked noticing how Tony hadn't sat back down yet.

"Sure are bambino." Tony ruffled Peter's hair. "Grab your stuff, have you finished your homework?" he asked as he watched Peter sling his backpack over his shoulder.

"Um, I have a little bit in math, but I finished the rest on the way here."

"OK," Tony nodded. "Well, when we get back up to the penthouse you need to finish the rest before dinner."

Peter nodded as they all walked to the elevator. "What are we having?"

"How does Chinese sound?" Tony asked slinging his arm around Peter's shoulders.

"Sounds good." Peter smiled at Tony.

When the elevator doors opened they all filed in and Tony asked FRIDAY to take them to the penthouse and to order their normal Chinese meal along with whatever Rhodey wanted.

As the elevator went up Rhodey couldn't help but be completely speechless. This was a whole new side to Tony, a side he had never seen before, he was acting like... like a dad?

It was weird, not a bad weird a good weird. He was good at it, it suited him. Whatever this kid had done, he had managed to break down all of Tony's walls. Which literally sounded impossible, so impossible that the kid didn't even know he'd done it.

The elevator doors opened and the first thing Rhodey noticed was the difference. It wasn't huge but it was noticeable.

There were history books spread out on the kitchen bench, mugs with both Iron Man and Spider-Man situated on the coffee table, Iron Man and Spider-Man plushies sprawled on the couch and what looked like certificates and photos hanging on the fridge and walls. Even the atmosphere was different, it felt more like home.

Wow, the kid had definitely left his mark.

"Is my room still in the same spot?" Rhodey asked picking up some of his bags.

"Yep, down the hall, to the left and first door on your right," Tony instructed.

Rhodey nodded and reached to pick up the rest of his bags but Peter beat him to it.

"Oh, I can help you with those," he smiled at Rhodey but seeing the shocked look on his face Peter's smile faltered. "Or not."

"No no," Rhodey held out his hand. "It's fine I was just uh, surprised that's all." The bright smile returned to Peter's face and he headed for the hallway.

"After you do that, straight back in here to finish off your homework!" Tony called after him.

"I know, I know," Peter grumbled back.

When they reached Rhodey's room Peter opened the door and walked in, placing Rhodeys bags at the foot of his bed.

"Thank you, Peter." Rhodey smiled putting his bags beside the ones Peter grabbed.

"No problem, Mr Rhodeys. Oh, and my room is the next one down so if you need help with anything you know where I am."

"Well, I'll be sure to call out. And please just call me Rhodey, everyone else does."

"OK."

Peter smiled and they both made their way back out into the living room. When they got there they both saw Tony sitting on the couch and flicking through the channels.

Peter flopped down onto the couch beside Tony whilst Rhodey sat on his other side."So what are we watching?" Peter asked.

Tony raised his eyebrows at the kid.

"What?" Peter questioned innocently.

"Homework," was all Tony said.

"Urgh! Can I do it after dinner, please!" Peter begged.

"Nope, you know the rules kid, homework gets done before dinner, May would kill us both if it wasn't done, and you know what that means."

"No more visits," they both answered.

Peter sighed and got up from the couch, grumbling as he headed to his room to get his homework, which he dropped off after helping Rhodey.

"Nice pillows," Rhodey smirked.

"Yeah, I know. The kid picked them up a couple of weeks ago, claiming that, 'it would make the boring couch you have look nice'."

"That's not what I said!" came Peter's voice from the hallway.

Rhodey chuckled as Peter came out with his homework, sitting down on the couch closest to the coffee table.

"What I said was, 'it would make that boring old couch you have look better." he smiled innocently opening up his books.

"Kid there is literally no difference."

"Yes, there is. If you're going to make me look bad, at least try and do it properly."

"I would never try and make you look bad, I respect you too much for that," Tony smirked reaching his foot over to nudge Peter's knee.

"Yuh-huh," Peter nodded already engrossed in his homework. -- 10 minutes later, Peter let out a long sigh, dropping his pencil on his book he leaned back and closed his eyes.

"I'm done," he grumbled.

Rhodey looked over at the kid and frowned. "Too hard?" he asked thinking Peter was having trouble.

Tony scoffed at his question.

"No I mean like, I'm done, I'm finished," Peter answered not moving from his position.

"To easy?" Tony asked already knowing the answer.

"Yep, it's always the same and it's always too easy. You'd think that by now they would have realized that this stuff is too easy."

"Kid could be an MIT graduate by now."

"So you're that smart huh?" Rhodey looked over at Peter whose cheeks were reddening.

"No I'm not, Mr Stark likes to exaggerate."

"While you're not wrong," Tony smirked. "But I'm being serious, he's even smarter than me most times."

Peter lifted his head to look at the man. "No Mr Stark, that's because most of the time you haven't slept for at least three days so you overlook the simple things," Peter waved him off.

"Boss?" FRIDAY's voice rang through the room. "The Chinese has just arrived."

"Thanks, hun," Tony called back, sitting up he got off the couch and headed to the elevator. "I'll be back."

When the elevator doors closed it was quiet for a minute before Peter turned to Rhodey. "So how's therapy been going?"

Rhodey thought for a moment. "It's hard, but I'm getting there, sometimes I fall but... I suppose I should just be grateful that I can walk. Most people get stuck in a wheelchair for the rest of their life, so I should count myself lucky."

Peter nodded a thoughtful look on his face.

"How did you get your powers? And what are they?" Rhodey asked.

"Well-"

"Dinners ready!" Tony's voice made Peter jump slightly.

Turning to the elevator they saw Tony, arms full of food. Jumping up Peter grabbed some of the food out of the man's arms and set it down on the dining table. "Thanks, Bambi," Tony smiled placing the rest of the food on the table.

Grabbing his food Tony sat at the head of the table whilst Rhodey sat on his left and Peter on his right.

"So as I was saying," Peter continued mouth full of food.

"Wait what are we talking about?"

"I want to know how Peter got his powers and what they are exactly," Rhodey answered for him.

Tony's was quiet for a moment. "How... how did you get your powers?"

"You don't know!" Rhodey gaped.

"Well we kind of skipped that part," Peter shrugged. "Anyway my class went on a field trip to Oscorp and it was my job to take pictures for the school paper. While I was taking the pictures we noticed that one of the spiders were missing. The tour guide didn't seem too phased so we all just kind of brushed it off. I was trying to get a shot of the whole class together- when I felt a sharp pain in my hand like someone was stabbing me. I quickly flicked whatever it was off and when I looked on the ground I saw what I thought must have been the missing spider, it didn't even look normal it was like blue with a red zigzag going down its back. I didn't tell anyone in the group and-"

"Wait, wait. So you've just been bitten by a potentially deadly spider, but you didn't tell anyone because?" Mr Stark raised an eyebrow.

"Well, I-" Peter paused. "I don't know why I didn't tell anyone, but I know I regretted that decision later that night."

"Well, then please tell me that you at least told May."

Peter shook his head sheepishly.

"Jesus kid," Tony buried his face in his hands and let out a long breath before sitting back up. "Continue."

"When I got home I was planning on telling someone but I had forgotten it was their 30th anniversary, May left a note on the fridge telling me that her and Ben would be back later that night, and I didn't want to call them because I knew how hard they had both worked and they deserved it.

"I remember going into my room because my head was killing me, I laid down on my bed but I must have fallen asleep because I remember waking up to this burning sensation all over my body, it felt like I was being burned alive and my headache was even worse now. I remember trying to get up to go to the shower but every step I took felt like I was stepping on knives, when I finally got to the shower I quickly turned the taps on cold, but it didn't help, I'm pretty sure it made it worse because it felt like my skin was being ripped apart, I turned the shower off and tried to make my way into the kitchen where the phone was, but I must have slipped because the last thing I remember from that night was calling for help, I knew no one was coming but I still tried and a little while later I blacked out from the pain."

Tony and Rhodey were both looking at Peter with wide eyes.

Rhodey coughed. "That is not what I expected."

"What did you expect?" Peter asked shoving another mouthful of rice into his mouth.

"Not that."

"Continue kid," Tony nodded.

"Well-," Peter swallowed. "I woke up to May's voice she came into the bathroom looking for me and found me passed out on the ground. Her and Ben helped me off the ground and over to my bed, she kept asking me if I was alright, and the thing was I was fine like, all the pain was gone and I felt normal-ish again. But when I was getting ready for school that morning, I realized that I was very far from normal, things kept getting stuck to my hand, I was suddenly strong enough to rip off the door handle by just pulling it, I didn't need my glasses anymore and I suddenly had a six-pack-"

"Hold up, so you woke up and you just had a six-pack?" Rhodey frowned.

"Yep." Peter nodded. "And muscley arms."

"Wait Bambi, you needed glasses? Why was I never told this?"

"Well it's not really that important Mr Stark, plus I don't even need them anymore."

"I need pictures."

"Nope," Peter shook his head, taking a sip of his water. "Not happening."

"And your powers?" Rhodey cut in.

"Oh yeah. Um, super strength and speed, heightened senses, I can stick to any surface and I have this thing I call my Spidey sense, basically it can warn me of a threat before it happens."

"Wow," Rhodey marvelled. "Wait how long ago was this?"

"Um, 3 years ago so when I was 12," Peter answered unphased.

Tony choked on his drink and Rhodey's eyes bulged.

"WHAT! Kid what the hell," Tony yelled shocked.

"What?" Peter asked innocently, eyes growing wide.

"That's so young!"

"Well yeah, but I only ever did small things like muggings or robberies."

"Oh yeah, small things," Rhodey nodded sarcastically.

"Well there's nothing you can do about it now, so there's no point stressing about it," Peter shrugged.

"Jesus Bambi, you see all these grey hairs," Tony pointed to his head. "They're all from you!"

Peter laughed at Tony's dramatics. And that's how the rest of dinner went, sharing stories back and forth. Most stories Peter had already heard, but it was good to hear them from a different perspective, it made them all the more hilarious.

"Alright kiddo," Tony ruffled Peter's hair as the kid yawned. "I think it's time for bed."

Peter pouted. "But Mr Staaaaaaark I'm not even tired!" he whined following his statement with a yawn.

"Yeah, all the yawning is kind of giving off a different message Bambi."

"Please Tony."

"Oh no, don't even try it, Pete, I know what you're doing and it's not gonna work. Nice try tho."

Peter let out a defeated smile following it up with another yawn.

"Come on Peter," Rhodey smiled. "Or you're gonna fall asleep right here."

"OK," Peter grumbled turning towards his room. "Goodnight Mr Stark, goodnight Rhodey."

"Goodnight Pete."

"Goodnight Peter," they both called out as he disappeared down the hallway.

Rhodey looked at Tony with raised eyebrows.

"What?" Tony frowned looking at the man.

"Aren't you going to tuck him in and kiss him goodnight?"

"I'm not his dad."

"Could've fooled me," Rhodey smirked earning a shove in the side.

They both talked for a while longer before bidding each other goodnight and heading to their respective rooms.

-----

"Peter!" Peter spun around to face the voice, his eyes immediately meeting Tony's.

But he looked different. But different how? Peter wasn't sure.

"Why would you do it?" The older man questioned.

"D-do what?"

Tony shook his head, a disappointed look in his eyes. "I always knew you were worthless." he spat harshly.

"What? No Mr Stark." Peter reached out only for the man to disappear and the scene to change.

Now Peter was on his knees his hands dripping with blood and a person's body lying in front of him. Uncle Ben!

Quickly Peter put his hands over the wound trying to stop the blood flow as best he could.

"Uncle Ben! Uncle Ben! Please! It's going to be OK! You're going to be OK, you just have to hold on OK? Please don't close your eyes stay awake please!" Peter begged his hands now soaked in his uncle's blood.

A sudden hand grasped Peter's wrist. Whipping his head up Peter's eyes meets his uncles.

"This is your fault," he spat, blood trickling down his cheek. "I'm dead because of you because you were weak! Did you really believe that you would be able to save people when you couldn't even save your own uncle?"

"I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry. I didn't mean for this to happen!" Peter cried tears polling over his eyes staining his face.

"Yes, you did!" Uncle Ben suddenly reached up for Peter's throat his hands dripping with his own blood.)

"No!" Peter sat up quickly in his bed, his sheets were wrapped around him and he was covered in beads of sweat.

"Peter, your heart race and breathing has increased significantly, would you like me to alert Mr Stark?" FRIDAY asked.

Peter coughed wiping the tears from his cheeks. "No, I'm fine FRIDAY, thank you though."

The sound of glass breaking quickly drew Peter's attention. Untangling his legs from the sheets Peter's feet made contact with the nice cold floor as he made his way to the kitchen.

His eyes widened at what he saw. "Rhodey!" he quickly raced over to help the older man off the floor. "Are you OK? What happened?"

"Yeah, I'm OK kid. I just tripped, it happens sometimes, still not used to the braces," he grunted leaning on Peter slightly. "It's hard trying to get used to having no feeling in your legs."

"Did you cut yourself?" Peter asked looking at the broken cup on the ground.

"No, I'm fine."

"Do you need any help getting back to your room?" Rhodey shook his head. "I have to clean up this mess first." He gestured to the glass.

"No, it's fine, I was coming to get a drink anyway so I'll clean it up."

"I can't ask you to do that Peter."

"You didn't, I offered. Now go back to bed, you look like a dead man walking," Peter smirked.

"You are definitely Tony's kid." was the last thing Peter heard Rhodey say before he disappeared down the hallway.

Grabbing the dustpan and broom Peter swept up the pieces and soaked up the water with a cloth. When he was don't he got himself a drink of water and sat down. He knew he wouldn't be getting back to bed anytime soon. His mind wandered over to Rhodey, he couldn't imagine never being able to walk again, having to spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair. A crazy idea suddenly popped into his head. It was absolutely insane, but it might just work. Jumping up from his stool Peter raced over to the elevator.

"FRIDAY can you take me to the lab?"

"Shouldn't you be going back to bed?" FRIDAY responded.

"Trust me this is way more important than sleep."

When Peter reached the lab he was thankful that Tony wasn't in there. Walking over to his desk he cleared all his previous work out of the way.

"FRIDAY bring up all the medical records regarding Rhodey's injury, including all Dr Curt Conners research on cross-species genetics."

----

2 hours, 5 cups of coffee and a lot of research later Peter was still working.

"FRIDAY, take away 12% of components A and C and then up component B to a sum of 0.2 and run it again," Peter instructed.

"Trial 59 unsuccessful."

"What am I missing?" Peter groaned.

"Peter, if I may?" FRIDAY asked.

"Yeah go ahead FRI."

"I would try adding a different component. Something that counteracts the negativity between A and B but something that can also reprogram all the components to work collectively," she suggested.

"Actually that could work, it's kind of like venom! OK FRIDAY bring up the effects of Fire Ant venom."

----

"Trail 95 unsuccessful."

Peter sighed. "Well, at least we know that sea snake venom doesn't work... Maybe - maybe if we try some of my blood. I mean it's radioactive but the venom is still in my blood and so is my healing factor. OK FRIDAY get a sample of my blood and run it through the other components."

Walking over to his desk Peter picked up his coffee and took a big gulp of it.

"Trail 96 successful!"

"WHAT!" Peter choked on his drink.

"All components in the formula have reacted positively to the addition of your blood. Now that all components are working collectively there is a 100% chance of success." Even FRIDAY sounded happy.

"Shit!" Peter laughed sitting down in his chair.

"Congratulations Peter! You have successfully created a cure for Mr Rhodes."

"No," Peter shook his head seriously. "I've created a formula, now I just have to pray to the Gods it works."

----

"Urgh, what time is it?" Tony groaned squinting his eyes angrily at the ceiling.

"It is currently 9:30 am," FRIDAY replied.

"Why the hell are you waking me up so early?"

"Mrs Potts has asked me to wake you up early whenever Peter is around so that he doesn't feel lonely."

Tony sighed. "Yep, that sounds like her." he nodded flipping the blankets off and getting dressed before making his way into the kitchen.

As he got closer to the kitchen an amazing smell hit his nose, quickening his pace slightly he rounded the corner to see Rhodey at the stove cooking, with a plate of pancakes beside him.

"Oooh, whatcha making?" Tony asked walking straight over to the coffee machine.

"Pancakes, bacon and eggs." the man answered.

"Is Peter awake?" Tony leaned his back on the bench.

"He wasn't up when I got up, so I just assumed he was still asleep."

Tony nodded. "FRI can you please wake up Peter and tell him that breakfast is ready."

"Peter is currently awake and has been since 12:00 last night."

"He's what? Where is he now?"

"Peter is just now stepping into the elevator," FRIDAY answered.

Pushing off the bench Tony walked over to the entrance of the elevator, arms crossed.

"Why didn't you tell him to go back to sleep?" Tony asked the AI angrily.

"Peter said what he was working on was more important than sleep."

"More important than sleep my ass," Tony muttered.

"What was he working on?" Rhodey questioned.

But just as the last word left his mouth the elevator doors opened, revealing a very sleep deprived Peter. He went to enter the kitchen until he saw the look on Tony's face that made him stumble to a stop.

"And why exactly has FRIDAY told me that you've been awake since 12 last night?"

"Damn, FRIDAY snitched on me? I thought we were friends FRIDAY." Peter grumbled.

"Why didn't you go back to sleep."

Peter's gaze just fell to his shoes. "Didn't feel like it."

"You had a nightmare," Tony concluded.

Looking up Peter nodded, Tonys anger disappeared and he let out a soft breath pulling Peter into a warm hug.

"Why didn't you come wake me up, Bambi?"

"It wasn't that important," Peter mumbled into Tony's shirt.

"Pete," Tony pulled out of the hug and rested his hands on Peter's shoulders kneeling slightly. "If it was enough to make you not want to go back to sleep then it was important. OK?" Peter nodded.

Tony frowned. "What's that on your cheek?" bringing his thumb to his mouth he licked it before rubbing it over the dirt on Peter's face.

Peter immediately lept back. "Ew! Tonyyyy! Urgh!" Peter whined pawing at his cheek with his sleeve trying to wipe it off.

Tony laughed at Peter's dramatics and walked back into the kitchen to pour himself some coffee.

"OK breakfast is ready," Rhodey announced placing the last bit of bacon on the plate.

"What are we having?" Peter asked walking over to the fridge to grab the orange juice.

"Pancakes, bacon and eggs."

"Pancakes?" Peter chirped bouncing on the balls of his feet.

"Yep," Tony answered taking a seat at the table with his coffee in hand.

"Yes!" Peter pumped his fist into the air. "I'll grab the plates."

Quickly Peter grabbed the plates out of the draw and some cutlery, placing them in the middle of the table for Tony and Rhodey to grab. Rhodey came over with the food placing it in reach of everyone while Peter sat on Tony's right and Rhodey on his left.

"So Pete," Tony reached forward and grabbed some pancakes and bacon. "What kept you occupied in the lab all night."

"That is classified." Peter smiled shovelling a bit of everything onto his plate.

"Oh, so we're keeping secrets now?" Tony raised his eyebrows.

"Well kind of," Peter shrugged. "I guess I'll tell you if it actually works."

"Well, then good luck, Pete," Rhodey smiled.

"Thank's Rhodey."

"This is ridiculous! How come he's Rhodey after one day, but I'm still Mr Stark unless it benefits you to call me Tony."

"It's because Rhodey's cooler," Peter teased reaching his hand across the table to high five Rhodey.

-----

After breakfast, Peter went straight back into the lab. The day dragged on and after the 10th fail and a lot of wasted material, Peter was about ready to give up.

"Everything is right except my blood!" Peter groaned lying his head on the cool glass of his desk.

"Maybe if you try a bigger sample?" FRIDAY suggested.

"No," Peter shook his head. "If the sample of blood is too big then it overpowers the other elements but if the sample is too small then the negativity from the other components makes the formula extremely deadly and it explodes. Like we found out during trial 5," Peter looked over at said beaker which had a crack down the side due to the explosion. It wasn't too big but it scared the hell out of Peter.

"Ok this is my last try before I go and get some food," Peter sighed, sitting up he pulled his finger in front of himself and pricked it slightly with a small pin.

Pricking his finger Peter waited for a small drop of blood to form before dropping it into the beaker.

Expectantly Peter waited for the formula to turn clear, which was a sign that it was the right amount and that it had worked.

But staring into the beaker Peter's hopes shattered, it was still grey.

Groaning Peter got up, his chair scrapping in the tiles. "I need a break."

Getting into the elevator Peter asked FRIDAY to take him to the Penthouse. When the doors opened Peter sluggishly walked into the kitchen, making himself a quick sandwich and grabbing a juice box from the fridge, he walked into the living room where Tony and Rhodey were watching TV.

"Hey Bambi," Tony smiled. "Why the sour face?"

"It's not working," Peter whined, plopping down on the couch and putting his food and drink on the coffee table. "I have everything right except for one component, and without that one component the formula doesn't work."

"What's the formula?" Rhodey questioned.

"Well it doesn't matter now, it doesn't work anyway," Peter grumbled taking a bite out of his sandwich.

"If-"

"Peter!" FRIDAY'S voice cut Tony off. "The beaker seems to be changing."

"What?" Peter quickly stood up.

"The formula seems to be undergoing some kind of change.

Peter quickly leapt over the arm of the chair and races toward the elevator. Tony and Rhodey shared a look before quickly following the boy.

When they reached the lab Peter didn't wait for them to catch up, as quick as he could he raced over to his desk and picked up the beaker.

It was clear. It worked!

"It worked!" Peter whispered to himself.

Tony and Rhodey reached the desk. "What worked?" Tony frowned.

"The formula! I did it! Oh my God! I did it!" Peter yelled excitedly.

"Kid! What? Did what?" Tony was lost.

Peter turned to face them both. "I-... Well, I-, I guess-," Peter stuttered.

"Peter has succeeded in successfully creating a formula that will allow Mr Rhodes to walk."

The room fell into complete silence.

"W-what?" Tony's eyes were frantic.

"Well last night, after I helped Rhodey off the ground and cleaned up the glass that broke on his fall, I had an idea and well, I wanted to see if it would work before I gave anyone hope. FRIDAY said that it's 100% safe as long as I got the formula right and I have. So that means-"

"That I can walk again," Rhodey whispered. He wasn't looking at either of them but Peter could see the tears welling in his eyes.

Peter didn't even have time to blink before he was being enveloped in a bone-crushing hug, Rhodey's shoulders shook as he cried. Rhodey wasn't usually the emotional kind, but he just found out he'll be able to walk again. Something he never thought would be possible without braces. And now this kid, this complete angle had created a way for it to be possible.

Rhodey let go of Peter and looked at Tony dead in the eye. "If you ever get rid of this kid I swear, you and I will no longer be friends."

"Trust me, he's not going anywhere," Tony walked forward and wrapped Peter in a hug.

"FRIDAY call Helen and see how fast she can get here."

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Rhodey had been asleep for 3 hours. Dr Cho had run every test possible to make sure it was safe, and when she was finally ready she started the operation.

Said operation only took half an hour but Dr Cho had given him a rather large dosage. Now they were just waiting for the moment of truth.

"Do you think it's going to work?" Peter asked. Both he and Tony were sitting beside Rhodey's sleeping figure.

"I hope so Pete."

"Me too, or this was a waste of bloody time," Rhodey joked.

"Jesus Christ!" Tony huffed out a breath. "A little warning would be nice."

Rhodey smiled but Peter could see the fear pooling in his eyes.

"Did it work?" Rhodey wasn't looking at either of them.

"We don't know, we were waiting for you to wake up to find out," Tony answered.

Getting up he pulled back Rhodey's blanket enough to show his feet. "Try and move them."

Peter watched with a hopeful gaze. Rhodey screwed up his face in concentration, everyone's eyes were on his feet, waiting for even the slightest movement. When nothing happened Peter's gaze dropped to his lap.

It didn't work. He had given Rhodey's a very high chance that he could walk again. And it didn't work.

"Rhodey I am so so sorry," Peter could even look at the man, meaning that he didn't see the wide smile on his face.

"It's OK Pete, but I am going to have to kick you out of the tower now."

Tony burst out laughing. "Wow, that was bad."

Peter looked up and frowned. Why were they laughing, it didn't work. A sudden movement caught Peter's attention

Did Rhodey's toes just wiggle?

Peter's eyes widened. "It worked?"

"It worked," Rhodey nodded.

"Oh thank God! Phew!" Peter pretended to wipe sweat off his forehead. "That was stressful."

"Obviously it will take a few more months of therapy to get used to having feeling in your legs again, but other than that your vitals look fine." Dr Cho's voice echoed in the lab.

"So I can go?" Rhodey asked.

"Well, I have no reason to keep you here."

Sitting up as best he could Rhodey tried to get off the bed.

"Woah Woah Woah. Not so fast HoneyBear."

Walking over to the bed Peter and Tony both helped Rhodey off the bed and into an awaiting wheelchair.

"FRIDAY take us to the penthouse please," Tony asked once they were all inside the elevator.

Peter frowned at Tony. "Did you just say please?"

"As a matter of fact, I did." He smirked.

Peter turned to Rhodey. "You heard that to right? I didn't imagine that."

Rhodey laughed. "Nope, I heard it too."

"He may be coming down with a fever," FRIDAY'S voice sounded. "Check his temperature."

Peter's hand flew to his mouth as he tried to muffle his laughed, Rhodey didn't even bother.

Tony just shook his head a look of disbelief on his face. "In my own house." but he couldn't deny the smile that was creeping onto his lips.

When the elevator opened Tony just walked out leaving Peter and Rhodey behind.

"Mr Stark!" Peter quickly grabbed the handles of the wheelchair and rolled Rhodey out, stopping beside Tony.

Tony spared them a small glance before crossing his arms and turning away with a huff.

"Jesus you're dramatic," Rhodey rolled his eyes.

Peter knew exactly how to get him to forgive them. 'Watch this' he mouthed at Rhodey.

"Mr Stark?" Peter asked in an innocent voice. Tony ignored him.

"Mr Stark?" he tried again, Tony still ignored him.

Peter shook his head with a smirk and shrugged. Moving forward he quickly wrapped Tony in a tight hug. This was Tony's third weakness, the first was Peter's puppy dog eyes.

Tony opened his eyes and looked at the kid hugging him. "Nope," he turned his head away.

Peter hugged him tighter. Tony bit his lip and tapped his foot on the ground trying not to hug his kid.

"We're sorry," Peter mumbled looking at Tony with his puppy dog eyes.

Tony let out a breath before wrapped his arms around his kid. "I suppose I can forgive you." bringing his hand up Tony ruffled Peter's hair making him immediately jump back.

"No Mr Stark! I finally had it perfect." Peter groaned trying to pat it back down.

"Who wants to watch a movie?" Rhodey asked.

"Me!" Peter and Tony yelled at the same time.

"Actual 5-year-Olds." Rhodey rolled his eyes.

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Later that night they were all sitting on the couch watching Empire Strikes Back. Peter had begged Tony till the point of no return, and he eventually gave in asking FRIDAY to turn it on.

They had gotten popcorn and drinks, a small celebration commencing. The big celebration would be when Rhodey could walk again and boy was it going to be a show stopper.

There were currently 30 minutes left of the film when Tony felt a small nudge in his side. Looking to where Peter sat, he saw the kid had fallen asleep on his shoulder and was snuggling into his side slightly. Tony let a smile spread across his face, and not a fake smile he would put on for the press, a real smile, one that was only for the people he loved, his family.

Putting his arm around his kid he pulled him closer and leaned back into the couch to make sure Pete was comfy. He had well earned his sleep. Tony didn't know what he'd done to deserve such an amazing kid but whatever it was he was grateful, so bloody grateful. He meant the world to Tony and God have mercy on the poor souls who try to take him away, cause God knows Tony won't.

Leaning down he planted a small kiss on top of Peter's head, before turning back to the movie.

Rhodey watched Tony, but it wasn't in confusion anymore it was understanding, he knew exactly why Tony loved the kid, even after only a few hours Peter had grown on him.

"It suits you," Rhodey smiled at Tony.

"What?"

"This whole dad thing."

Tony looked down at Peter sleeping form and he felt an overwhelming rush of love and pride, this was his kid in every way but blood.

Rhodey chuckled. "He's one hell of a kid."

"Yeah, he is." he pulled Peter closer one last time before turning back to the TV.

Rhodey was right. He was one hell of a kid. He was Tony Starks kid.

#irondad #spiderson #spiderman #mcu #marvel #avengers tower #fluff

[idontknowwhattodoherelmfao]

Deja Vu

Bakugo x fem!Black!reader

Word count; 9.06k

Character count; 40.93k

Genre: Smut

Warnings; AGED UP AU! Everyone is in their 3rd . NSFW, oral (Bakugo receiving), choking, hair-pulling, fingering, vaginal sex, unprotected sex (Don't worry, you're on the pill), aftercare, swearing, light degradation.

A/n; Hello, welcome to my first FINISHED fanfiction. I have a LOT of WIPs saved but I actually finished this one a while ago. I have been really insecure about my writing but after sharing me of it with my sister and my friend, they convinced me to at least try and share it with the people of tumblr. Also, I deeply apologize for any mistakes because most of my fanfiction is written really late at night when i simply cant sleep or a good idea pops in my head so I can barely see my keyboard and my brain is fuzzy. Well, I hope you enjoy and I encourage you to request suggest anything such as headcanons, scenarios or just anything really. Again I hope you enjoy babes.

You. step inside your classroom, ready to start your journey of being a hero. Yet, you're imediantly struck by chaos. "That is extremely disrespectful Bakugo!" "Shut up, you damn extra! Not this again!" "Woah! I'm getting serious deja vu! It's like 1st year all over again!" You just stare in silence. No one pays attention to you until one person looks at you, then another. Soon, everyone is staring at you. "It's chaotic in here, huh?" You chuckle nervously. "Yeah, but it's mostly this guy's fault." A yellow-haired boy points to someone sitting weirdly. "Yeah right! Shut up!" The ash-blonde-haired boy yells. After, his crimson eyes stare at you, piercing your soul. "Well, lookin' forward to this year." You laugh. A cotton-candy girl comes up to you and wraps an arm around your shoulder. "Yep! A lot of stuff happens, but it's really fun nonetheless!" She exlaims enthusiastically. "So, you're the new kid?" She points for your answer. "I'm (Y/n)! I look forward to this year with you." You wave to everyone. Suddenly, your smile falls and your face goes dead-serious. Everyone's expression melts into concern and nervousness. "Now, everyone tell me your names from seating order, from the back left corner to the front right corner!" You command. Surprisingly, everyone obey's, telling you their name. Well, except for 1 person. "I don't have to tell you shit." The same ash-blonde boy states. "I'm surprised everyone else did tell me. Haha! I was totally playing!" You laugh. You walk over to the boy. "Hey, you got spunk. What is your name?" You ask. Crimson eyes soften a little at the surprise, but they quickly turn cold again. "What are you, deaf? I said, I'm not speaking, extra." He huffs. A spiky red-haired boy puts a hand on your back. "He's Bakugo Katsuki. Don't mind him, he's a little hot-headed." He chuckles nervously. "Don't speak for me!" Bakugo yells. "I gotta say, your mom must be psycic or something. Your name totally matches your personality." You scoff. "You just got here. Enlighten me, what do you think my personality is?" He grins smugly. You scoff again, matching his grin. "Well, when you act like that, it's easy to tell, so don't get cocky. You're obviously really strong, which is why you have the right to brag and show off and all of that." You explain. "Are you insulting him or praising him?" Denki says. "Why can't it be both? Praise and respect for being like this, but at the same time, damn bro." you sit down in the nearest chair, which conveniently is your assigned seat. He scoffs and looks away. "What do you know." He mumbles. You cup your face in your hand to look at him. "Aw, don't get grumpy. I'll feel bad." You fake-whine. "I'm not grumpy! And even if I was, if that were to be enough to make you feel bad, maybe you shouldn't be a hero!" He yells. "Hm. You do know that I was joking right? Well, for the most part anyways. I would feel bad, but if this was a real life situation, trust me. I wouldn't feel nearly bad enough to disobey something for you. So don't worry, ya got nothin' to worry about." You pull your bottom eyelid down teasingly. "Shut the hell up." He grumbles. You comply, as the homeroom teacher comes into the class. You cross your legs into the chair, and you see Iida eyeing you from across the room. His eyes shift to beside you, where you see Bakugo doing the exact same thing. His eyes dart to you, as you quickly undo your feet and rest your head on your chair and let out a heavy sigh. "You do that too?" You look at him. "Copycat." He mutters. "Am not. I always sit like this." You whisper-yell. "Yeah right. You tryna be some kinda wannabe rebel or something?" He chuckles. "Rebel? Now, you just pulled that out your ass, didn't ya?" You ask. "No. You're clearly tryna be disrespectful. It's not a good look for you." He smirks. "Doin' this is disrespectful? Since when? It's always been cute to me." You huff. "Are you forein or something, or are you just a dumbass?" He turns his head to you. "Not exactly foreign, but I spent a generous amount of my life in America. I did this all the time there,

it's not counted as disrespectful, in fact people find it rather cute, so what's your excuse?" You put your hand down. He looks away from you. "Thought so, wannabe rebel." You chuckle. The rest of class is normal, and soon enough, the school lunch bell rings. "Hey, mr teach?" You raise your hand while everyone leaves. Well, except for Bakugo, Mina, Kirishima, and Denki because they were being disrespectful and talking during the lesson. You were wondering why Bakugo was caught and not you. For punishment, the disrespectful students had to pack up chairs and sweep the classroom. "Yes, (L/n)?" The teacher responds. "In a normal highschool, we're allowed to leave campus during lunch. Does that apply here?" You ask, looking around. "Yes, you're allowed to leave at any time as long as you fill out a leave campus paper. They're in the teacher's lounge." He points to the door "Go left, at the first turn, turn left, and 3rd door on your right." he explains. "I don't know if i'm leaving, I was just askin'." You say. "Hm, I dunno. Hm." You put a finger to your chin in thoght. "Hey! I'm heling you guys now!" You point to Bakugo, Mina, Denki, and Kirishima. They all give you s confused look. "What? Why would you wanna do this?" Kirishima asks. "Maybe she's a bit weird in the head. Hehe, our first crazy person. Just the icing on the cake, huh?" Denki jokes. "I'm not crazy, just bored." You pick up a broom. "Yeah, I think she's a bit crazy." Mina whispers. "Heard that."  You roll your eyes. "Why're you bein' so quiet, wannabe rebel?" You cock an eyebrow. "Don't call me that!" He yells while raising his fist. "You called me that first." you scoff. "Exactly my point. Who calls someone something they called them first?" He says. "Hm, maybe I can be a trendsetter." You give him a smug smile before sweeping some of the dirt on the floor. Suddenly, Bakugo starts yelling. "You idiots! You're doing this all wrong!" He screams.  He points to Denki. "Where the hell are you sweeping, the wall!?" He points to Kirishima "Stop staring into space!" He points to Mina. "And you're not doing anything! When was this a time for music!?" Mina was drumming her hands on a desk while humming. He pointed to you. "And you're-" He stops midsentence. You lean on your broom. "Go on, what am I doing?" Your face looks serious, but he can tell you're fighting your smile. The corners of your mouth twitch as his cheeks turn a very subtle pink, but you picked it up. "Mhm. too bad for you, I don't get caught lacking." You say sing-songy. "Y'know, if you're so serious about cleaning this place, why don't you do it?" Denki suggests. "Well, you're all punished, so I don't think ya'll can just leave." You laugh. "Maybe we can if someone takes over our spots. Ah? Ah?" Denki nudges your shoulder. "Maybe you're right.." Denki's eyes light up, and everyone looks to you. "It would be faster if you were gone, pea-brain." You sneer. "I mean, I'm happy you'd let me leave, but c'mon! Pea-brain?" You laugh, along with Mina and Kirishima. "How mean!" Kirishima says through fighting snickers. "Haha! It's totally true though!" Mina, on the other hand is guffawing and holding her sides. "Your grades are jsut as bad!" Bakugo yells. "Dang, am I just surrounded by idiots? Studying isn't really that hard." You shrug. "Oh please! How good are your grade!?" She points and huffs. "Me? Eh, not half bad if I do say so myself. Usually above average, but math and history is always a struggle. But at least I can manage to have an A average." You shrug. "A...average!?" Mina dramatically throws herself back. "Yeah. If you guys put some sort of effort into your grades, you'd be the same way." You explain. "Shut up, we need to get this done and over with, you trying to keep us here all day and night!?" Bakugo yells. "My thoughts exactly. Great minds think alike I guess." you roll your eyes and begin sweeping again, glaring at Denki and taking his broom. "Hey!" He says, at your snatch. "Honestly, at this point you're just stalling." "Do something useful for once." Bakugo adds. "Jeez, when did you

become so mean?" He walks away. "I became mean when someone pissed me off." You reply. "What did I do?" He raises his voice a little. "Not much, I don't even really know why I'm kinda pissed at you. Maybe it's your piss hair." Mina points and laughs again. "Everyone here is mean to me." He whines. "Let's hurry up and get this oevr with, I'm getting bored again." you start sweeping a bit faster. "If you're bored, why dont you just leave? No one's stopping you." Bakugo says. "Eh, I dunno, just don't wanna leave I guess." You shrug. "You'd really just rather just stay here and clean? You're pretty weird.." Mina groans. "Hey, you're witnessing a rare sight. I don't really get bored often." You chuckle, and sweep the dust and dirt into Bakugo's pile. "You've been silent, wannabe rebel." You tilt your head in front of his face. "I said stop calling me that, dumbass. You must be deaf." He says. "You got all this talk but you're not doing anything. Try insuliting me when you prove you can do something better than me." You spin around and continue sweeping. Mina and Kirishima are silent for a few minutes. "Hey, me and Kirishima are done, we're gonna dip." Mina finally speaks. Kirishima nods. "Ugh, can I go? (Y/n)'s not letting me do anything!" Denki groans. "Because you do it wrong." You explain. "Yeah, we're gonna head to the cafeteria before they're out of Onigiri!" Mina exclaims. "Hope we're not too late." Kirishima rubs his stomache. "Haha! Good luck with being stukck with Bakugo (Y/n)!" Denki waves his hand and they all run out the room. "God, what did thet even do? Wiped an already clean table?" You scoff, sweeping some more while spinning a little. "Why are you here?" Bakugo questions. "And you're gonna call me deaf? I said because I was bored." You laugh, the noise echoing throughout the classroom. "Now, hurry up, I wanna get out of here." You continue sweeping again, but he stands still. "What now? You forget how to sweep? Here, like this." You slowly sweep, while laughing to yourself again. "Shut the hell up. If you wanna get out of here, why don't you? You like me or something?" He gives you the slyest grin as you growl. "No one else here likes you, why should I?" You copy his grin. "We've all been together since first year, you just got here. What do you know?" His grin fades as he sweeps. "Hey, what's your quirk?" You ask. "Huh? What the hell for?" He yells. "I wanna spar with you!" You beam. "Yeah, OkAy." He says sarcastically as he scoffs. "Tell me your quirk first." He says while sweeping. "Hm." You ponder. "Do you not know what your quirk's name is or something?" Bakugo looks at you, and stops sweeping. "No. My quirk is enhancement. I was just thinking if I should tell you or not." You respond, sweeping yourself. "Enhancement" Bakugo wonders." "Yeah, you know, I can make something or someone really strong, blah blah blah. What's yours?" You ask. "Explosion." He grumbles. "Explosion? Now we gotta spar! I know you're strong, so c'mon!" You say, putting the broom down. "..Fine, but pick your broom up! We're not sparring here, and in case you didn't know, I'm still punished." Bakugo grumbles. "Fine, let's hurry this up then. I don't know how much time of lunch is there." You look at the clock. "Usually, there's about a 50 minute lunch break, we've been out for about 20 or maybe 25. 30 at most." You do the math in your head. "You could have just took the time lunch ends and subtracted it by the amount of time you've been wasting here, extra." Bakugo grumbles. "Well, even if it was 30, we'd still have 20 minutes to spar! That's more than enough time for me to beat you!" You say. "I'll kill you." He grumbles, sweeping a bit faster. You join him, and the room is spotless in no time. "Hurry up!" Bakugo yells at you. "Don't yell at me!" You yell back, jogging after him. You end up at some clearing. Bakugo is stretching his arms and cracking his neck. "1, don't set any tree's on fire. 2.." He gives you a glare. "Hope you have another uniform packed." He smiles to wide his gums are showing. You are in shock a little, but

you smile too. "And same to you." You crack your knuckles. "Actually?" you stop. "What." bakugo stops himself as well. "This time, let's not use our quirks." you say. "Why? You scared that mine is better?" He laughs. "No no, nothing like that. It would be better to spar to better our physical skills first, then we can add quirks later." You say. "Alright, let's just get this over with." He rolls his neck. You both come at eachother at the same time, throwing punches, kicks, and blocking for what seems like forever. You see his hand start glowing, signaling he's about to make an explosion. Most likely to propel himelsef towards you, but still. You grab his wrist and hold it up. "Ah! I said no quirks and you agreed." you point to his hand, as the glow fades. Deku comes up to us, a bit shocked at the scene. "Uhm, lunch is over." He nervously says. Bakugo snatches his wrist back from you, and walks away, sucking his teeth. "This isn't over." He brushes past Deku, who immediantly turns back to you. "Hey, were you fighting?" The green-haired boy rushes over. "Yeah, we were." you shrug. "Are you hurt?" He asks. "Why aren't you asking Bakugo this stuff?" You ask. "He was bullying you, right? I can't believe you stepped up to him though-" Your erupting laughter interrupts him. "A-are you okay!?" He waves his hands. "Oh my god! You thought he was bullying me? I came up with the idea of sparring!" You gasp for air. "You were just sparring?" Deku asks for clarification. "Yeah, didn't you notice he wasn't using his quirk? Well, until the very end, but I stopped him." You catch your breath. "O-oh. i'm sorry I misunderstood." You slap him on the back. "It's all good, it's not your fault Bakugo just gives off that vibe! Welp! Time for class, right?" You begin marching towards the forest, Deku nodding and following suit. While you're walking to class, you replay the sparring match in your head. Your brain stops at one scene, when you grabbed his wrist. You didn't see it before, but now that it's replaying, you see his eyes in your small vision. They were softened, but hostile. You giggle at the thought, to which Deku notices. "What are you laughing about?" He asks. "Just how you thought Bakugo was bullying me." You run in front of him, hoping to catch up to Bakugo. "Hey, Bakugo!" You yell for him, he stops and turns around. "What?" He grumps. "When are we gonna spar next? You said it wasn't over." you explain. "After school, what'd you think I meant, dumbass." Bakugo says. "I thought you meant the same time tomarrow or something, don't get your panties in a bunch." You playfully push him. "Should we reschedule that sparring match to right now?" Bakugo growls. "I dunno, I feel up to another round. This time I'm gonna kick your ass." You smirk. "I'll win in a second. Because next time we spar, we're doing quirks and all." He scoffs. "Now now, didn't you hear the phrase the cockiness killed the cat?" You tease. "I'm not cocky, I just know I'm gonna win." He shrugs. "Mhm, I admire the confidence, but it's just gonna be hilarious when I beat you at this point." You snicker at the thought of his face. "Well, get that thought out of your head because it's not happening." Bakugo lightly smacks the back of your head. "Yes it is! But just because you think you're gonna win, don't try to go light on me!" You point at him. He swats your hand away. "Calm down, I wouldn't dream of it. What made you think I would?" He asks. "You seem like those type of people that would 'pkay with their food' when their prey is especially weak." You say. "Well, that's just inefficient. I'm pretty sure we're late, so hurry your ass up!" He yells as he walks faster. "I could use my quirk and we'd be there in a second." You suggest. "What's your stupid quirk gonna do?" He asks. "Enhancement. I could enhance our legs to make us walk or run faster. But, you'd probably crash into a wall at the sudden change of speed. But I could totally carry you!" You beam. "I'm not getting carried." He walks up the stairs. "Would you rather me drag you by the shirt?" You suggest

jokingly. "No, I'm walking myself. I don't need your help to walk to my damn classroom." He says. "Fine, then I will too. It'll look like i'm showing off if i use my quirk without you." You huff. "DO you see anyone here? No one gives a shit if your showing off." Bakugo says. "Well, I'm not budging, but let's hurry up." You say. "Don't tell me what to do!" He yells after you. When you enter class, surprisingly enough, the teacher's not there. "Lucky ducks! Where were you?" Mina says. "WEre you really sweeping all lunch?" Denki asks afterwards. "We w-" "Well anyways!" Mina interrupts. "I'm totally having a party at Yamomo's! I just need a theme or kind of party. Should it be a rave, or maybe a dance battle!" Mina beams. "How're you gonna throw a party if you don't know what it's gonna be?" You ask. "Well, I don't even know if I'm gonna have it at Yamomo's, but most likely, I will. Maybe I can find an abandoned warehouse instead!" She beams. "Maybe we could have some kind of boxing match like how (y/n) and Bakugo were sparring!" Ochako suggests. "No way, Bakugo would beat everyone in a heartbeat, so there'd be no surprise." Denki objects. "Why don't we have some sort of nightclub vibe?" You suggest. "That's perfect! A nightclub! Purple lights, a dj, it'll be PERFECT! You're a GENIUS (y/n)!" Mina swings her arms around you and squeals. "It just came to mind when I thought of a party." You explain. "Okay! I have everything under control! I'll text you the place and time! I'll set up everything!" Mina shreiks. "You sure you can set up a party by yourself?" Kirishima asks. "I got connections. Leave it to me!" She shows a thumbs up. "Hey (Y/n)! I never got your number. Wouldn't want you not coming." She gives you her phone and you type your number in. She texts you a thumbs up for comfirmation. "Okay class, settle down." The math teacher walks in. "Took him long enough" you mutter. The school day goes by easily, and before you know it, the end of the day bell is sounding. "Hey, Bakugo. Are we really gonna spar now? What if we get the text for Mina's party in the middle of it?" You ask. "Knowing her, it probably won't be till late, to 'set the mood'." He turns off his phone and shoves it in his pocket. "We got time." He walks in front of you down the stairs. "Well, okay. The dorms are this way, right?" You point to a nearvy building. "Yeah, but why're you going there?" Bakugo asks.  "This is my chance to change into more comfortable clothes for better mobility. Also, my only spare uniform might not be able to fit me after the party." You joke.  "You should take this oppertunity too." You suggest as you walk in. After you change, you walk back out, Bakugo's leaning on the side of the building. "Geez, what took you so long?" Bakugo groans. "You just change fast." You stick your tongue out. "And you did your hair?" He scoffs. "Yeah? You didn't?" You say sarcastically. "No winder you took so long, it's like you planned this outfit." He sucks his teeth. "Are you gonna stop staring at my clothes and fight me or what?" You crack your knuckles once more. "Quirks this time, remember?" Bakugo clarifies. "Hell yeah. Wanna time your loss?" You laugh. "Shut up." He grumbles. Suddenly, he's infront of you, his hand glowing. You block, and stumble back a little. "Geez, that was dirty!" You say. "All's fair in fighting and fighting." He chuckles. "Ugh." You groan, as you speed towards him, throwing an enhanced punch at his blocked face. The fight continues on forever, taking small water breaks and continuing. Bakugo is appalled at your raw strength, only helped with your enhancement quirk.  You chug your water, noticing his mixed expression of shock, and exhaust. "What time is it?" You check your phone, the time being 10 o'clock. "Damn, we've been sparring for 5 hours? No wonder my muscles are so sore." You stretch your arms a little. Suddenly, yours and Bakugo's phones go off at the same time. "Seems like Mina's got the time and place. I didn't think she was gonna go through with it." You say. "Well, that's that extra for you." Bakugo shoves

his phone in his pocket. "The party is in 2 hours, and you take forever to change apparently so I suggest you get started now." He growls. "What about..? Fine." You give up. Mina and Momo arrive at your dorm. "OH. My. GOD!" Mina squeals. "What is it? And aren't you supposed to be at the party?" You ask. "I went shopping with Yamomo for...your dress~!" Mina says sing-songy. "She picked it out." Momo hands you the dress, covered in a bag. "Uh, you didn't have to do this." You scratch the back of your head. "You're the new kid, so we wanted to help you get ready!" Mina beams. "Go on, try it on! I think it'll look great on you now that I'm getting a good look of you." Momo says, a finger to her chin. "Fine. Come in, sorry it's a bit messy." You say, walking towards your bathroom. "Don't forget to take a shower, you smell sweaty!" Mina teases. "And how do you call this dirty? One outfit is on the floor?" Mina picks it up and puts it in the hamper. You feel like a completely new person in the shower, washing away your sweat, filth, and problems. You also wash your hair, remembering you forgot to do it last week. You get out and reveal the dress, your eyes widening at the red beauty. You try it on and look in the mirror. "Uhm," You call out to Mina and Momo. "Is this really what you're supposed to wear to a nightclub?" You ask, steppinf out of the bathroom. Mina and Momo gasp at your appearance in the dress. "Oh my god! Yes!" Mina rushes over, examinging you from every angle. "Is that the answer to my question? Aren't you supposed to dance at a nightclub?" You ask. "Yeah. You aren't just wearing the dress. Don't worry, you'll be able to dance the night away." Mina reassures you. "You sure? It's a bit tight." You tug at it around your thighs. "It's not tight, it's just...y'know, like a pencil skirt. it's just fitting." Mina explains. "I don't think pencil skirts are made for dancing." You laugh. "Well, I'm probably not gonna dance anyways. And if i did, I'm probably not gonna be breakdancing or anything, huh?" You chuckle. "That's the spirit." Mina gives you a thumbs up. "So, you said this wasn't the full outfit?" You sheepishly grin. "Yep! Don't worry, babe, just leave it to us." Mina smiles greatly and Momo gives a warm small smile. "Alright, but if you're gonna do my hair, be gentle." You tangle your fingers in your black sea of curls. "Don't worry, my head is sensitive too." She scratches her hair. Soon enough, you look like you had a full glow-up. Mina and Momo snapping pictures to put on their story, also taking photo's of eachother and themselves. "The party's at midnight, right?" You check your phone again. "Yeah, it's friday night so we don't have to worry about waking up early for school!" Mina says enthusiastically. "And since it's at one of my guest houses, we can even have a sleepover." Momo suggests. "C'mon, we wouldn't wanna be late." Mina says. "What are we even celebrating?" You ask. "Nothing. Sometimes, a party celebrating nothing is just what you need!" Mina says. "I...guess that makes sense..?" You laugh. You get in Momo's convertible, vibing as you pass the aux around. It feels like you've been in the car for such a short time, as you pull up to her guest house's driveway. You swear you can hear the music booming from where you were standing. You walk in, and are greeted with booming music, bright and dim lights, and decorations everywhere. "Tada!" Mina squeals. "How'd you do all this?" You gasp in awe. "I knew a guy." She says proudly. We hear another car pull up, and we greet the people coming one by one. "Wow, this party is amazing!" Kirishima looks around, getting lost in the crowd. At this point, people you didn't even know were arriving. You assumed Mina and  Momo's friends, and people the other classmates invited. Bakugo comes in and eyes you up and down. "Hm, I thought you wouldn't be here for another hour, slowpoke." He smirks. "Maybe you should higher your expectations then." You flash him a fake-mean look as you both walk to a wall. "Ha, just 2 hours ago we were fighting behind the dorms, and

now we're at a party." You laugh at the randomness. "I am actually surprised you were here before me though." He says with a phony shocked expression. You shove him playfully. "Well, guess I have Mina and Momo to thank for beating you. Maybe I should dedicate my trophy to them." You teasingly ponder aloud. His expression changed to a mix of irritation and laughter. Mina suddenly drags you away, to dance with her in the middle of the floor. At first you were embarrassed, but once you were feeling the beat, you forgot all about the people eyeing you and cheering you on. You were having a total blast, singing and dancing to the busting music. She said she mixed hers and Jirous playlist together, and you compliment their taste in music, and you and Mina begin dancing together. You and Mina stop, panting and laughing as she compliments your dancing skills. "I'm gonna get a drink." You point to the food and bevarages table and she nods. You walk through the crowd, hearing some cheers and compliments towards you, even some whistles. You drink some water, and lean on the wall watching as Mina continues dancing with Ochaco. Suddenly, you feel a yank and you're dragged away, and into a room. You hear the door slam as you're met with your back on a wall. You grunt on impact. Everything happened in a blur, so when you can focus your eyes again, You look around for a split second, realizing you're in some kind of office. But, you're met with fires of red. "Why the hell are you wearing that?" A booming familiar voice rings through your eardrums. "Bakugo? What do you mean?" You say, stunned that the words actually came out of your mouth. "I'll repeat myself just this once; Why the hell are you wearing that?" He says. You're absolutely shocked. "Well, you didn't seem to have a problem with it when you first saw me with it!" You say. "Well, that was before you decided to give everyone here a fucking 'show'!" His grip gets a little tighter on your shoulders. What? What did he mean by show? You weren't even paying attention to yourself or anyone else while you were dancing, did you really..? "W-well, even if I did, what's that got to do with you?" You recollect yourself. His grip on your shoulders tighten even more, making you groan a little. "If you were gonna do that, why the hell would you wear this?" He looks you up and down again. "I don't even know what I did, and it's not like I plan my dance moves!" Your voice raises a little. "You don't even know what you just did in front of everyone?" He looks shocked, not even the sightest bit irritated anymore. His grip seems to loosen and tighten at the same time. You get a little anxious, as he comes a little closer. "What do you see in your head when I say the word 'show' in the same context I just did?" He says. You gulp as you imagine it. "Yep, you just did that, in front of the whole class, plus others. It's pretty rich that you didn't even realize it though." Bakugo chuckles a little, but it quickly fades. "T-that's impossible, my body..can't do that." You try to huff, but you're too nervous to do a solid one. "How humble." He loosens his grip and backs away, making you breath deeper. But suddenly, one of his hands grabs your right thigh as he brings it up to his waist, and snakes his other hand onto your back, right above your butt. You're now pinned on the wall. "But you and I both at least have some idea of what this body of yours is capable of." He growls, his face just whispers away from yours. You take another deep breath, but it's more of a gasp. You lean your head up onto the wall, taking a deep gulp. Bakugo watches as the little bubble trails down your throat. "Well, if you really don't know.." He licks his lips as he watches another bubble travel downwards. "Want to find out?" He catches the third bubble, licking it. You snap your head in surprise as he gives you a teasing smirk. His left arm snakes down further, grabbing your ass as his right moves your thigh higher. Your head is spiraling, and you open your mouth to speak, but you're interrupted by an intruder of the

mouth. You couldn't help the moan from escaping as he tastes you, licking his lips afterward. Your lidded eyes meet his, but they quickly move down to his mouth, and then to his eyes again. "I'm just glad you aren't wearing lip gloss or lipstick." He mumbles, before giving you another tongue kiss. You wrap your left leg around his waist, as his right knee bends to touch you. He can feel your folds clench at his touch, which forces the smallest gasp from you. "If you only did that show for me, I wouldn't be pissed at you." He furrows his brows at you. "Why?" You manage to say. "You're that dense, huh? Maybe words won't go through your brain." His right hand leaves your thigh, and grabs some of your hair behind your head. His eyes flicker from your eyes to your mouth, open from your decreshending breaths. "So maybe this will." He licks the opening of your mouth, his tongue sliding in before turning it into a kiss. His mouth leaves yours just barely, before both of your tongues stick out, crashing onto eachother like waves, as your lips connect once again. These kisses were different, more passionate, including the unique sound they made compared to the others. When your lips disconnect as a finale, he unwraps your leg from his waist and lets go of your butt. His lidded eyes give you a (Not a command, but not a wish either, I couldn't find a word for it lmao.) as he sits down in the nearest chair, his right hand now cupping his face as he waits for you. You get a little shaky, but you oblige, moving towards him. You lower to your knees as he watches your thighs get thicker from the press of your lower legs. You move towards him more, as your hands go onto his knees. You erotically slide your hands up his thighs, as if you really were giving him a show on his own. Two index fingers dance towards the center of his pants, where a mountain stands. Bakugo lightly groans as he feels his pants getting more confined. Your hands lightly struggle at the tight button, but you manage to quickly undo it. Bakugo's large dick springs up at attention, precum almost dripping. You lean over it, and a few hairs cloud your vision. You tuck them behind you ear as you notice Bakugo's facial expression, seemingly annoyed. You put him to your mouth as you rub his tip with your index finger. He nods with a small groan, and you give his dick a small lick. You lick all of the sides at least once before sliding his dick into your mouth. You flatten your tongue as you fit more of his cock into your mouth, spilling a louder groan from Bakugo. Alas, your curls kept moving. They didn't exactly pose a problem to you, but the thick fingers that carded through your hair said otherwise. You stop to look at him. "Just wanted a view." His smirk grows. You continued, but using your tongue as it swirls around his tip. Bakugo's large hand clenched a handful of your hair, forcing you to take his dick. You moan at the slight pain and force. You rise your head to his tip, before stopping. His facial expression changes to confusion, which you take as your cue. You swiftly take as much of his dick as you can, and hold your head there. The shock forces a loud erotic moan from Bakugo, followed by curses, and his thick cum flowing into your mouth and onto your face, satisfying you.  Bakugo's covering his red face with his huge hand, panting along with you. "I...didn't expect that." Bakugo pants. "I...hah...said to...higher your expectations of me..didn't I?" You wipe your chin and lick your lips. "God, I should just face-fuck you right now." He exhales deeply, catching his breath. "Then why don't you?"  You ask. "Because as much as I'd love to shove this cock down your little throat, I also want to make you feel good." He uses a finger to lift up your chin, and close your mouth. You both stand up, and Bakugo lightly pushes you onto a table and stands over you, both of his arms by your sides, pinning you there. "I bet while you were giving your show out there, all the guys- hell, maybe even some of the girls- wanted to rip this dress off of you." Bakugo chuckles to

himself. "You said that your body couldn't do a show like that. Remember what I said? If you didn't know, wanna find out?" He recaps, and you nod. "Well? What's your answer to that?" He asks genuinly. You chuckle. "You're really gonna wait until you got your dick wet to ask me that? Psh, and you called me dense." Your chuckle erupts to a laugh. Bakugo clenches your hair again. "Just answer the damn question." He growls. "Yeah, I wanna find out." You reply confidently. He gives you a slightly surprised and confused look, to which you answer by swiping 2 fingers along his member. He lightly grabs your neck, forcing your head down onto the desk. A noise you didn't know you had in you echoes throughout the room. Even Bakugo's shocked by it, and he's the one who forced it out. But he quickly catches on. "Ah, somebody's got a little kink, huh?" His hand grabs your hair again roughly, a similar moan coming out as he lifts your head up and moves his mouth towards your ear. "You like to be fucked niiice and rough, don't you?" The low rumble in his voice makes you shiver. "You like to be teased, even though you act like you don't, huh?" He sneaks a touch at your folds through your panties. You lightly moan at the sudden act as your head moves upwards and your thighs clench together, as Bakugo's hand barely escapes your thighs crashing together. "You like...the pain with the pleasure, don't you?" He bites your ear before licking and peppering kisses onto it. Your breaths grow heavier as your body heats up. He continues with the teasing, forcing your legs open, putting his knee between your legs and carressing your inner thigh, and pressing onto your clit as he nibbles on your ear some more. He slips off shoes, then your pantyhose, and then your panties as his teases get harsher. Suddenly, two thick fingers of his slip between your velvety folds. You moan as your walls try to fend off the intruder, as he steadily pumps his fingers into you with rhythm. "God, you're so tight." He groans, as his dick twitches. Your breaths are still heavy, but more apparent. "Oh, god, fuck." Your head is thrown back onto the desk. Bakugo's firey eyes burn into yours. "This feels nice, doesn't it?" He says. You let out a whiny "Mhm." To which Bakugo chuckles. "It feels nice, sure, but I want to make you feel good, no, amazing, the best you've ever felt." His slides turn into thrusts as his fingers quicken their pace. "F-fuck." You moan grows long. You couldn't help but roll your hips and grab one of your breasts, trying to rush your release. "Ke-hah-ep going." You're barely able to keep those words together. "Now, don't rush yourself. I was gonna be the one to make you feel good." He hits just below the spot you've been longing for, and you can feel yourself coming close, just a little bit more. If that wasn't enough, he curls the tips of his fingers to hit your sweet spot, right on the money, and he can tell too, noticing how your body quivers and your eyes closed tightly. Suddenly, his fingers exit your folds. You give him a confused look, panted breaths taking over your words. "Sorry princess, but when you cum, I'm gonna be inside you." You watch as Bakugo seperates his fingers, watching as your slick webs between them. "Didn't think you could be this wet." Bakugo chuckles. Suddenly, he puts the two fingers in his mouth, licking your slick off. When his fingers leave his mouth, a string of slick falls from his mouth as well. You swallow at the sight. He gets up and grasps your neck, forcing your head down again, making the same noise, but slightly more lewd from the teasing. "Haha, you slut." He chuckles while exhaling deeply. He runs his hands down your frame, admiring your curves. He pumps himself a few times, reminding himself of how you just treated his dick. He grabs your thigh, observing how your flesh molded into his hand. He's moves his hand, but you catch his wrist. "Wait." You say, sitting up. He backs away with a confused look, and you stand up from the table. You stretch your arms a bit, but you suddenly push him, your enhancing quirk

making it powerful enough to crash him onto a couch. "Wha-" He has no time to react as he watches you push him again to lay him parrallel to the couch. He wasn't expecting this, and he couldn't deny the facts, it made his dick that much harder. It twitched at your boldness. You straddle him, lining his cock to your throbbing and oversensitive pussy. "Being bold, huh (Y/n)?" His confused open mouth grew into a smirk. "Mhm. Watch just how bold I can be.." you moan as his tip enters you, taking a bit before you bottom yourself out, your pussy swallowing him whole. Long moans exit both of your mouths, as you put your arms behind your back to support yourself as you slowly roll your hips, giving Bakugo a good view of you gushing onto his dick. "Fuck, you're even wetter and tighter than before." Bakugo says through groans and gritted teeth. You laugh breathily as you roll your hips rhythymically, beign engulfed in ecstacy. Suddenly, Bakugo's hand grasps your neck as he forces you down onto the couch, him now towering over you, his cock twitching inside of you. "B-bakugo." You moan. "You really are bold. But you're doing the opposite of what I said you'd do. Remember?" His grip tightens onto your neck, as you nod profusely. "Also, drop the last name. It's Katsuki. Got that?" He chuckles. "Katsuki." You repeat, thinking it sounds familiar. He sucks his teeth. "You're begging with your eyes, you slut." He begins thrusting into you, lifting one of your thighs with his free hand to drill deeper. His thrusts grew quick and harder quickly as he pounds into you, a gasp or moan coming out of you with each individual thrust. His hand around your neck just added to the pain and pleasure you felt. "K-katsuki!" You have a shaky smile with tears in your eyes. "What's wrong-fuck- too rough?" He tries to hide his pleasure as well, but it's getting harder for him as his dick slides perfectly, your walls adjusted to him instantly, as if it was waiting for his cock only. "Damn, it's like you were -shit- made for me." Expletives interrupt his sentences as he stops trying to hide his pleasure as his hips meet yours. His smile is the widest you've ever seen, showing his gums. He moves your other thigh up, allowing him to go even deeper. "K-katsuki..fuck!" Your moans seem to get breathier and a bit more highpitched. "Don't worry, I know where to go." He assures you, as he flawlessly hits your sweet spot, just like with his magical fingers. "Yes! Right there, fuuuck~!" You put your hands on his arm as his grip gets even tighter onto your neck, and as he ruthelessly abuses that spot, rubbing on it fast. Your eyes begin to roll to the back of your head as his pace gets even quicker. "Keep going, Katsuki, so close, so fucking close just keep going!" Your fingers don't know what to do as you try to grip the couch, your hair, but they stay at his shoulders, your fingernails digging into his skin only makes him pound harder. "Go ahead, cum on this dick, (Y/n)." He grunts loudly, feeling himself become undone as well. "It's...too good." All you can see is white as you reach your high, your back arching, your eyes completely into the back of your head, and your insides being painted white. His long erotic moan matched yours, as you panted and came down from your peaks simultaniously. While you were seeing white, however, you were getting visions, memories of stuff you didn't remember. It was you and Katsuki, as children, playing together, him coming to your house with his mom when you were little, and you playing competitive sports outside as your moms talked. You remembered everything from when you were little, and started questioning how you could forget. You also saw something else, you going away, when you moved to America. When you said goodbye to Katsuki, and shared a hug, that no one else was gonna get. "K-katsuki.." you pant, giving him a nostalgic look. "So, you've remembered." He chuckles through panted breaths. "Took ya long enough." He says. "Huh?" You give a confused look. "I wouldn't have sex with someone I just met hours ago. And knowing

you, you wouldn't either." He moves from on top of you, sitting down next to you. It sparked a question in your mind. Why did you have sex with him, if you didn't remember him? Maybe it was your subconcious that knew him. You yawn, now completely down from your high. "I gotta say, it was fun getting to know you all over again and play along." Katsuki laughs. "And your quirk improved dramatically. Remember when we were little, when my explosions were really small,  and you used to enhance my quirk to make explosions like I do now?" He recalls. "Yeah, I was probably the only one who you've ever complimented before." You lay your head on his lap. "Damn, you really spent me." You yawn as he takes his phone out, "Hell yeah I did." He sucks his teeth as he begins texting someone. "Who're you texting?" You say. "Just go to sleep, I'm texting Mina, the pink-haired chick you were twerking with in front of everyone." He says, his face going back to annoyed. "Geez man, I didn't know." You suck your teeth yourself. "Well, I got to fuck you, so I guess I can't stay mad." He shuts off his phone and pets your head. "We gotta get cleaned up, I'm not sleeping like this." He grumbles. "Sleep? Who said anything about that?" You tilt your head. "The way I did you tonight? Yeah, you're not gonna be able to go home." Bakugo laughs "What did you think I texted Mina about? I told her to send everyone home and that we're spending the night." He says. "Wouldn't you text Momo about-" You're interrupted by his phone chiming. He checks it and begins laughing. "Phaha! Guess what? We weren't the only ones fucking." He shows you his phone, and you see what he texted Mina first. "Why'd you just flat out tell her we had sex!?" You say, scrolling down to read he reply. "Psh, Todoroki and Momo? Even Deku and Ochaco?!" You laugh. "Yeah, I thought Deku would remain a virgin his whole life. Crazy, huh?" He chuckles. "Also, Mina been knew we woulda fucked. Look." He shows you another message. "Soooo tonights the night, huh😏? Use protection⛑️! Or don't, but no kids😤!" The message reads. You roll your eyes. "So everyone knew that we had history together but me, right?" You groan. "Pretty much." He laughs again. Suddenly, his phone chimes again. "OK, the guests r gone, all of the wasted temporary residents r all 🛀 ☝️ and 😴, ur turn. the 🛀 is nice and 🏃! i also brought a stretcher for (y/n) because i know she'll need it lmfaoo🚶" it reads. "Translation; the party people are gone, everyone else who fucked is washed up and asleep, so we can take our time." Bakugo sighs. "That extra does the damn most." He facepalms. "Wow, how reliable. But shouldn't we be asking Momo for permission to sleep here?" You ask, and your answer comes with another chime of his phone, the new message reading "i already asked and yamomo understood completely so the house is all urs 4 2nite. yw i know im the best😌" "Geez, she couldn't stand to use grammar every once in a while?" You laugh and roll your eyes. "C'mon." He stands up. You move to get up, but he ends up picking you up. "Wha-? Hey! Put me down!" You lightly hit his back. "Don't bother, you can't walk." He says. "Who says?" you grunt. "Fine, try." He puts you down on your feet gently, but you immediantly crash dwon onto your butt, which is also feeing sore from his tight ass-grabbing. He chuckles. "How come it took me to try standing up for my legs to start feeling sore?" You groan. "Told ya. It's not my fault you like it rough." He teases as he picks you up and slings you over his  shoulder. This time you don't fight, just making a pouty face and groaning from embarrassment and your sore legs. You lock eye contact as Mina patrols the main area. She uses body language to tell you she heard almost everything, and you shoot her a dirty look as she laughs and continues patrolling. You're surprised with a bath that's ready for you, courtesy of Mina. Maybe you can't stay too mad. He takes off your clothes and sets you in the bath, as you relax and rest your head on the could outer ring. Bakugo's eyes dart to your neck, dark

markings telling exactly where his hends went. It was like your own litte version of a hickey, which put a smile on his face. "Who knew you had a choking kink? that was a real surprise to me." He smiles meanly as you hide your face in embarrassment. "I didn't know." You groan in sheer embarrassment. "Relax, I won't be choking you gain anytime soon." He gumbles in slight annoyance. "But what if a villain does?" You ask. "Shit, I forgot about that. Haha! Just imagine that villains stupid face when you let out a moan because of him choking you." He chuckles. "Wouldn't you get jealous? Another man, maybe a woman, choking me?" You turn to face him. "Well, it's my job to beat their ass regardless so they're gonna end up dead anyways. 1, for being a villain, and 2, for putting their hands on my girl." He explains. You didn't need his hand, you almost choked on the word girl. "Yeah, I said it." He pours some shampoo in his hand, lathering them together and scrubbing your hair. "You gonna deny it?" He grumbles. "No, just didn't think you'd say it first." You admit. "Well, surprise surprise, I'm not the same kid I was back then." He sucks his teeth. "You kinda are. You always sucked your teeth like that and you have the samer personality if we're speaking vaguely." You explain. "Well, I changed a lot, idiot. What do you know?" He massages your head with his yet again, magical fingers. "I know that the only reason you're not yelling is because you're thinking of everyone sleeping. Funny, you weren't when you got a taste of me." You say matter-of-factly. "You always were a smartass. I don't even know why I ever liked you." He grumbles. "Yeah, that's probably gonna stay a mystery. I don't know why I like you either, you were always an annoyingly smart guy for yourself." You grumble as he rinses your hair and you wash yourself. Bakugo briefly leaves and comes back with an oversized t-shirt and underwear. You change into them while sitting on the toilet seat, and Bakugo's eyes widen a little as he comes to a realization. "Hey, that's my shirt! The bitch stole my shirt! How the hell'd she even get into my dorm!?" Bakugo yells. "I have my ways!" You can hear Mina call out to him. "God, she's lucky I'm tired." He groans as he scratches the back of his head. "And she's lucky that you look good in it." He smirks as he looks you up and down seductively. "What, round 2?" You ask. "No, I put all my energy into round 1." He sighs. "Good, so did I." You let out a big exhale. "Now your turn." You signal him to get in. "I'll wash myself, you're obviously in no condition to." Bakugo says. "I can." You huff. "Please, you'd have to crawl to get over here." He rolls his eyes. Your eyes drift to the sink as you see your favorite scent of lotion. You look to your knees, they were beginning to get ashy, so you grabbed the bottle and began applying it to your skin. Bakugo's watches as you massage your legs, like they weren't on fire now. He observed as your hands moved up and down your legs almost as a signal, and he actually started considering a round 2. He shook the thoughts out of his head as he washed himself quickly, and got out himself and changed. After brushing your teeth with the spare toothbrushes-Geez, Mina and Momo really thought of EVERYTHING, huh?- Bakugo carried you to your-of course she would- shared room. It wasn't until he was laying next to you, settling into bed, when the smell of your lotion hit him. Like a million bricks. He recognized it quickly, his favorite smell in the whole world. "Mmm." He hums as he brings you closer to him. "Is this..?" He asks. "It was just there. I know you like it," you said, teasing his nose with the smell. "Apple Spice." You say in unison. He hugs you, putting his nose in your shoulder as he inhales the smell deeply. "God, I haven't smelt this in so long. you used to wear it all the time when we were little." He sighs. "When I moved, I never stopped." You hug him back, snuggling into his chest. His breathing slowed, and you could tell he was about to fall asleep."(Y/n)...?" He sleepily says. His words

are slurred, and his eyes are closed. "Mm?" You hum, getting sleepy yourself. "I love you." He says, pulling you closer to him. The softest 'I love you' you've ever heard in your damn life. "I love you too." you replied softly. You thought that'd be the end, but Bakugo kept repeating it. "I love you so much, so fucking much, I love you." His repeats grew softer, as you repeated him the same amount of time he repeats himself. "So fucking much." are his last words before his breathing slows and silence follows you sigh of relief. "Finally, thought he'd never shut up." you laugh in your head, as you follow suit, saying a final 'I love you' be before drifting off to sleep in his arms.

Fin

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[lunetheaveragefan]

one day...

Hi, y’all! Sorry there’s been such a delay for Chapter 2. I’ve been super busy with school and dance and other activities and all that. Also, I decided about halfway through my original Chapter 2 that I was going to alternate between Virgil and Roman’s perspectives so I had to start a new chapter from scratch. But that means that now-Chapter 3 has already been started, so hopefully I’ll have it done by Friday this week!

A Sander Sides high school AU

Pairing: Prinxiety and some background Logicality

Summary: Virgil is used to being alone. He only has one friend, Logan. But when Logan makes a new friend, things begin to change as two more join their group. Roman, a boisterous theater kid, seems determined to destroy Virgil’s lonely, average life. How much will Virgil’s life change?

Warnings: Some cursing and quick mentions of a possible fight/hospital. If you notice anything else, let me know!

Word Count: 1,919

anyway, here it is!

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CHAPTER TWO

Roman Princeford is absolutely, completely, terribly humiliated. 

He can’t stop blushing in embarrassment, and it only makes it worse when the classes are boring and he can't stop his mind from drifting to that morning. Like now, for example. 

Stupid, stupid Roman, he chastises himself. Why didn’t you notice him there, you oblivious dumbass? 

He groans and buries his head in his hands. 

“Is something wrong, Roman?” the math teacher asks. “Do you need help?” Yes, but not the help you can give me, Roman thinks. He takes a breath and fixes a dazzling smile on. 

“No, Mrs. Perry, I’m doing fine! Thank you for your offer of assistance, however!” he exclaims in his usual lyrical way. Roman always makes an effort to seem like he’s reading off a script, especially one where there’s a heroic prince he can play. It always makes him feel better when he plays a part. Then, Roman can imagine that he is the character. The same qualities, traits, life, everything. 

He can ignore how stupid he is and pretend he’s a brave, dashing prince. The princes in stories would never have the problems Roman’s been having. 

Mrs. Perry walks off, rolling her eyes, not without fondness, and Roman turns back to his math. Shoving his mind out of fantasy, he tries to solve the problems. It seems like he’s gotten nowhere by the time the bell rings. Throwing his paper into his bag, he hurries out of the room. 

“Heya, Roman!” Patton Hart, his best friend, calls through the throng of people. Roman slows down so Patton can catch up. “How ya doing?”

“Uhh, Patton, I am a disaster!” Roman proclaims. “You’ll never guess what happened this morning!”

“Oh no! What did you do this time?” Patton asks jokingly as they enter the classroom. History is one of the few classes they have together, so they always walk from fifth period there. 

“I was telling a story, a great one, mind you, and knocked over a poor, innocent student!” Roman throws down his bag next to his seat and plops into the hard plastic chair. “I didn’t mean to, I swear. But that wasn’t the worst part. The worst part was who I hit!” Pausing for dramatic effect, Roman finishes, “It was Virgil! I knocked over Virgil Tempest!”

Patton’s mouth forms a small ‘o’. He starts to laugh, but after seeing how embarrassed Roman is, he stops and places a hand on his shoulder. “What did he say?”

“Nothing much. Just some mumble-jumble. But now I can’t stop thinking about him! I didn’t get a single thing done in math! It’s terrible, Patton. My entire life is all going to go downhill from here! I’ll become ineligible for the play because I’m failing all my classes! I won’t be able to graduate, and then I’ll have to work.” He shudders. “That’s it! I’m done for. I’ll never accomplish anything!” He collapses back against the chair for dramatic effect. He knows he’s being very extra, but honestly, what else does anyone expect at this point? He’s Roman Princeford, after all. 

If only I were the brave, loud, daring person the whole school thinks I am.

“Woah, woah, woah there buddy!” Patton comforts. “I’m sure you’ll do fine. You aren’t going to fail high school. You just gotta tell him how you feel! Then you won’t have to worry about it anymore!”

Roman looks at Patton in shock.

“Tell him how I feel?” Patton nods, encouraging. Roman sits back up. “And make a fool of myself yet again? No thank you! He hates me, you know that! I’d be better off flunking high school! How could I look into those beautiful brown eyes in that beautiful face and tell him I had a crush on him! Impossible, I say! Impossible!” He throws out his hands, but then remembers that the exact same movement started this whole thing. Quickly, his hands fall back to his sides.

Patton chuckles. “It’s not as hard as you think, Ro-ro! You’ll do great. And I’m sure he doesn’t hate you.” Roman sighs. “Hey, why don’t you—”

“Boys in the back,” the history teacher says, shooting a look at Roman and Patton, “it’s time for class. Pay attention please.” They both nod at turn away from each other and towards the board. 

Roman doesn’t pay attention to a single word of the lecture. All he can think about is Virgil’s freckles and his eyes and his lips and his laugh, which Roman had only heard briefly while walking past him but loved nonetheless. How come I’ve never noticed that Virgil had freckles before? he wonders. Goddammit, is that boy just going to keep getting more and more amazing? 

Roman chuckles to himself, thinking, Oh my god, I’m so gay. Deciding he should probably start listening to what the teacher is saying, he shoves any and all thoughts of Virgil from his mind and fills the gaps with information about the buildup to World War 1.  

After class, Patton rushes up to him. He pulls Roman to the side of the hallway in a little nook where the row of lockers end. 

“After school, you should come with me to this coffee shop,” Patton says, a little smile on his face. Roman knows that smile. He’s up to no good. 

“Why?” His voice rises with suspicion at the end of the word. 

“My lab partner, Logan Wise, you know him, said that we should meet up to work on our project after school.” A blush rises to Patton’s cheeks causing Roman to smirk as he figures it out. 

“Someone’s got a cru-ush,” Roman teases, voice sing-songy and laughing. 

“That’s not the point,” Patton says, blushing even harder. 

“Fine.” Roman lowers his voice to a whisper. “But you can’t hide it from me. I’m the love whisperer, remember?” Throughout their years of high school, Roman had been responsible for setting up many couples. It’s gotten to a point where almost every day, he has someone walk up to him, asking him to help set them up with whoever their crush happens to be. 

“Well, maybe I have a crush, but so do you. And you do know who Logan’s best friend is, right?” Patton responds, that same mischievous smile. Roman chuckles, looking around in a fond mix of exasperation and amusement. 

“Virgil,” he finally says. Patton’s smile grows wider. “Look, I told you. I can’t talk to him. I’ll just make a fool of myself!”

“Fine,” Patton says. “Suit yourself.” He pats Roman on the shoulder and starts to walk away. Before he’s completely out of sight, he turns and yells, “Just think about it, okay?” Roman rolls his eyes at his friend’s shameless attempts to set him up and heads to choir. 

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Slinging his bag over his shoulder, Roman shuts his locker with a bang. He joins the flood of people heading towards the front doors. He spills out of the school and heads towards his car. Once he’s only a few yards away, he unlocks the doors and dumps his things inside the passenger door. After waving to a few other kids on their way out that he knows, he gets into the driver’s side.

Alone, finally, Roman allows himself to drop the fake smile. Ugh, you goddamn idiot. How did you not notice him there? Now he hates you even more. Good going, Roman! Love whisperer, yeah right.

If only I could just talk to him…

Shoving his embarrassment and frustration aside, he starts the car and pulls out of the school, heading home. His route home winds its way through the downtown streets. Roman is so used to driving the same streets, he’s startled to notice something unordinary. 

A few cars ahead of him is Patton’s silver car. What is he doing over here? Patton lives on the opposite side of downtown as Roman, and while the town is relatively small, it’s still strange. Roman is sure he’s never seen Patton drive this way home before. 

Turning onto 4th Street, Roman watches Patton, now directly ahead of him, park in an open spot in front of one of the little shops lining the street. The sign above says “The Sanders Cafe” in swirly cursive lettering. A decal of a little cupcake sitting next to a cup of coffee accompanies it. 

Oh, right, Roman remembers. Patton and Logan were meeting up to work on their chemistry thingy. 

And Virgil is probably going to be there. No matter how much he tries to block the thought, it still shows up. Roman has tried to get Virgil out of his mind, but it never works. He always pops up when Roman least expects it. Frankly, Roman finds it quite frustrating. 

Lost in thought, Roman turns one intersection too early. “I guess I’ll just go around the block,” he sighs. It had been a long day, and he was looking forward to crashing when he got home. The detour would only cost about 5 minutes but still. Annoying.

Roman’s phone buzzes in the center console while he’s waiting to turn back onto 4th Street, the one with the cafe on it. One quick glance down at it tells Roman it’s from Patton. Checking the road to make sure he has the time, he looks back to read what it says. 

“Patton…” he groans. 

“I think you should come to the cafe with me. I’m waiting outside. Just give it a chance, kiddo!” reads the text message. However much Roman would like to deny it, he does want to go with Patton. On impulse, he finds a parking spot and pulls in. Patton is parked a few spots down, still sitting in his car. He hasn’t noticed Roman yet, and Roman’s glad for that. 

“Come on, Roman,” he says, trying to give himself a pep talk. “Think about what a prince would do. He’d charge in there without a second thought. It wouldn’t matter what would happen because it would be in the name of love. You got this. What’s the worst that could happen, besides Virgil hating the sight of you so much he instantly fights you the second he sees you and you lose and have to go to the hospital and become the laughing stock of the school because while under anesthesia you admit your feelings for Virgil and now everyone knows and—”

A knock on the driver’s side window cuts Roman’s worrying off. When Roman looks up, he sees Patton’s grinning face. The other boy waves enthusiastically and gives him a thumbs up. 

You got this. Be a prince, Roman. It’s in your name, after all. Taking a deep breath and clenching his fists in determination, Roman grabs his phone off the console and double checks to make sure he has his wallet. 

Patton practically assaults him the moment he steps outside the car, talking in a rapid stream of words, but Roman can’t hear anything over the ever-increasing beating of his heart. They walk up to the front door, Patton ahead of Roman, still rambling about something from foods class. 

The moment they walk in, the little silver bell dinging above them, Roman forgets all his worries because there Virgil is, sitting in a booth with another boy, — Logan, probably — his hair falling in front of his face, teeth gnawing on his lip in concentration and Oh god, that boy is beautiful. 

And then Virgil looks up at them, and Roman swears he can feel his heart drop all the way to the ground.

#virgil sanders #roman sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #thomas sanders #prinxiety #logicality #sanders sides #high school au #fanfiction #fanfic #one day...

[sometimesiwritebadly]

Rehearsal (Peter Parker x Reader)

Summary: Peter and you have to rehearse a scene for your theatre class, which just so happens to have a kiss in it. (Gender neutral reader!)

Prompts: 1. “Why would you do this?” 22. “This is the part where you kiss me.”

Warnings: good old fashioned fluff

Note: Lol this one kinda got away from me. I used a random number generator to choose the prompts and only expected this to be like 800 words max but I ended up with over 2k so. but I really like what I ended up with so I hope y’all do too <3 mostly from Peter’s POV btw. oh and I tried to keep it gender neutral but it’s natural for me to write with a female reader so let me know if I accidentally left a few she’s/her’s in there.

Word Count: 2.1k

Masterlist

Peter Parker is a nerd. He’s good at science and math, which is why he’s attending Midtown School of Science and Technology. Despite the STEM focus the school has, there’s still a requirement for at least one art-related class in order to graduate. When Peter chose an entry level Theatre class, he hoped it would focus more on the study of famous plays than actually having to stand on a stage and act. Peter was very, very wrong. For the first assignment of the semester, students had to pair up and perform a short, dramatic piece. He had been paired with Y/N Y/L/N, who he had a minor crush on. Ok, major crush. After he and MJ broke up last year, he honestly didn’t think he’d find anyone else for a while. But then Y/N transferred to Midtown, and he was whipped right from the start. 

“Look man, you gotta use this opportunity to make a move!” Peter and Ned were walking down the hallway between classes, Ned trying to convince Peter again that this was a great chance to finally tell Y/N how he feels. “Just look up some cute scene for the two of you to perform! It’ll be like when Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie fell in love on set!”

“I’m pretty sure they broke up, Ned.”

“Whatever. The point stands.”

The pair approached their lockers, where you were waiting. You had a few papers in your hand, which held your attention until you noticed Peter in front of you.

“H-hey. What’s up?” Peter tried his best to contain his stutter, but couldn’t help it. Y/N just had that effect on him.

“Hey Pete, I, um, I found some potential scripts for us to use for our assignment. I thought you could look over them before we rehearse at mine on Friday? I like them all, so whichever you wanna go with is fine...although I did put a star next to my favorite piece.” You handed half of the papers you were holding to Peter, keeping copies of each script for yourself. Peter noticed that the copies you kept had already been highlighted and annotated, while his were straight from the printer. Except for the small star at the top of the first script in his stack. Before Peter could respond, the warning bell began to ring, signaling only a minute to get to your next class. “Just text me whichever one you want, and we can walk to my place after school tomorrow to rehearse.” You said this as you began to walk away, giving Peter and Ned a small wave before you turned around to race to your final class of the day. 

~~~

Instead of paying attention to his teacher’s lecture during Chemistry, Peter spent the 50 minute period reading through the scripts you had chosen. Peter already knew he wanted to perform the script you liked, but he was nervous. Your favorite scene happened to be the only one which called for a kiss, but he didn’t know if he had the guts to go for it. He could easily choose either of the other scenes and call it a day, but...well, was this your way of making a move? Had you intentionally chosen the script with a kiss to find out if Peter liked you? Did you like him? Or did you just choose that one because you genuinely thought it was the best option?

The bell rang, interrupting Peter’s thoughts and signaling the end of the school day. Hopefully a few hours of swinging through the streets of New York would be enough to distract Peter from thinking about you all night. For once, Peter was actually hoping New York criminals would keep him busy.

~~~

When Peter slipped through the window of his bedroom, his thoughts were unsurprisingly still revolving around you. Despite a somewhat busy night - two muggings, an almost-car crash, and one lost little girl now safely back with her mother - He still hadn’t been able to come to a decision. Half an hour ago you had texted Peter asking if he had chosen a script yet, and he still hadn’t responded. 

“Just go with the script they want, Pete. Even if Y/N doesn’t like you, at least you’ll get to kiss them.” He thought as he removed his skin-tight supersuit and changed into some sweats and a t-shirt. He grabbed his phone from the pocket of his backpack, and, after another minute or so of arguing with himself, finally began to type.

8:31 pm

Y/N:

hey pete, have you decided which script you wanna do yet?

9:06 pm

Peter:

Uh, yeah. I think the one you liked is the best.

9:08 pm

Y/N:

yesss, i was hoping you’d choose that one. i have great taste ;)

9:08 pm

Peter:

Haha, yeah, you do. We’ll rehearse tomorrow after school right?

9:10 pm

Y/N:

yup! i’ll meet you by your locker again :) see ya tomorrow pete

Peter decided to let the conversation end there. Honestly, he had no idea what to think. What does “I have great taste ;)” mean? Is that a reference to the kiss? Does this mean they like him? Or is it just a joke? Peter sent a screenshot of the conversation to Ned for help, but Ned being Ned wasn’t helpful at all. 

9:15 pm

Ned:

Just. Make. A. Move. 

9:16 pm

Ned:

Betty thinks you should make a move too.

Despite his confusion and nerves over tomorrow’s rehearsal, Peter managed to fall asleep at a reasonable time. Hopefully tomorrow he’d get the answers he was looking for.

~~~

Peter waited by his locker after the final bell rang. As the hallways began to clear, he noticed you making your way over to him.

“Sorry, I hope you weren’t waiting too long. My English class is basically all the way across the school.” You looked nervous. Is that good? Or bad? Have you been thinking about the kiss too?

“Y-you’re fine. I’ve only been here for like a minute.” That was a lie. Peter’s Chemistry class was just across the hall from his locker, but you didn’t need to know that. After he finished talking, you seemed to lose all sense of nerves.

“I guess it wasn’t me causing the nerves then…” Peter thought, his mood dropping a little.

“Oh good. Let’s get going then, my apartment is only a couple blocks from here.” And so you began the short walk to your place. You made some small talk on the way there, talking about your other classes instead of the one class you did share. 

“You have Mrs. Jenson third period right? I have her during fifth. Maybe we can study together for her tests...I know the school year just started, but I can already tell she’ll make her tests unnecessarily evil.” You said as the both of you entered your building. 

“That’s a good idea, I know someone who took her class last year and they said she always had essay questions. Not to mention 5 choices for multiple choice questions instead of the usual four.” Peter responded. As he spoke, they headed towards the elevator, and Y/N pressed the button, causing the doors to immediately open. After hitting the number 4 on the wall, the doors slowly began to close. Despite the unfortunate news he was sharing with Y/N, his voice had a hopeful tone to it; They want to hang out with him again. Sure, it’s just loose plans to study for a test sometime in the future, but hey, he’ll take it.

“Damn. History has never been my subject, so I’ll definitely need the extra study time. I can never remember all the important dates.” Your phone buzzed after that, causing you to glance down at it. As you responded to whoever had texted you, Peter was left to his thoughts when the elevator began to move. It wasn’t until the elevator doors opened and you stepped out that the conversation resumed. “That was my mom, guess she’s gonna be at work for a few more hours. We can order a pizza if you want, I’m not sure how long we’ll be rehearsing today.”

“Pizza, uhm,” Peter’s voice cracked, “Pizza sounds good.” Peter cursed to himself, but if you had noticed his voice cracking, you had the decency to ignore it. You pulled your keys from your backpack, and unlocked the second apartment on the floor. 

“Cool, I’ll order something online. Pepperoni ok for you?” You asked as you walked into the apartment, holding the door open for Peter. Peter only nodded, not really trusting his voice for the moment. He took a second to look around the place as you closed the door behind him. When you came into his eyesight again, you were looking at your phone, presumably ordering the pizza. “Since my mom isn’t here we can rehearse in the living room, it’s just this way.” Peter followed you as you led him across the apartment, then sat on the couch. He tried to give you space as you continued punching in the pizza order. While you were busy, Peter opened his own backpack and pulled out the script you had agreed upon. Last night he had highlighted his lines, although luckily for this assignment the teacher had mentioned that memorization was optional. After all, the school year had just begun and it was a beginner’s class.

“Ok, pizza will be here in like half an hour. Now we can get to work!” You quickly pulled out your own script from your backpack, and turned to face Peter. “Do you wanna just read through it a few times, then once we’re used to it we could start working out the blocking?” You suggested.

“Y-yeah, sure, that works for me.” Peter was relieved at this option; read throughs meant he didn’t have to worry about the kiss yet. “Your character starts, right?”

And so the two of you began reading through the script. It was short, only a few pages, and featured someone on the day of their wedding, and the man who was trying to convince them to leave their fiance. At first, the reading was a little awkward, as neither of you had any experience in acting, but by the third or fourth time you had gone through the script together, both of you were feeling much more comfortable. Instead of sitting away from each other on opposite ends of the couch, you were close, the way your characters would be. The blocking had even begun to take shape naturally, so you and Peter stood for the fifth reading, walking around the room, trying your best to embody the characters as they argued. This time, as you approached the end of the script however, Peter’s nerves returned.

“Why would you do this? Just barging in here on my wedding day?” You said, trying to act as frustrated and confused as you felt your character would be. 

“You and I both kn-know you don’t love him! You’ll never be happy with him!” Peter tried to keep his nerves in check, but he knew what was coming.

“And how do you know I’d be happier with you?” Following the stage directions indicated on your script, you stepped closer to Peter. Instead of continuing with the scene, Peter just stared at you, no longer looking at his script. “Uh, Pete?” He still didn’t respond. You were confused, until you looked back at the script. You weren’t sure how you had forgotten, after all, this is why you chose the scene in the first place. “Peter, this is the part where you kiss me” You said quietly. You had taken his choosing of this scene to mean he liked you too, but you weren’t sure. His eyes widened a little at your words though, which made your confidence drop. “O-or not, um, we could do a stage kiss, or you could just kiss my cheek, or we could just cut it complet-” Peter cut off your rambling by putting his hands on your cheek and bringing his lips to meet yours. You were shocked, but easily melted into the kiss. He was gentle as he kissed you, his nerves disappearing the second you kissed him back. After a while, you both separated from the kiss. Neither of you spoke for a minute, just staring at each other.

“U-um.. that was ok, right?” Peter whispered, as you were still pretty close to him. You only smiled, and gave him another short kiss as a response. Before you guys could do anything else, there was a knock at the door.

“Pizza!” Someone said loudly through the wood. Before you could make a move, Peter had grabbed his wallet and was already walking towards the front door.

“I’ll pay...after all, what kind of gentleman would I be if I let you pay on our first date?”

#peter parker x reader #spiderman x reader #peter parker #fluff

[kennibean]

Sodapop and Steve; A Love Triangle Pt. 1

Not my GIF! There will be POV switches throughout the story so I will label them as best as I can

I spit blood into the sink as I finished brushing my teeth. Looking in the mirror I decided to let my hair down from the ponytail it was already in and wear it down for the upcoming school day. I slipped into my leather jacket and headed downstairs. There I saw my mom, arms tucked underneath her, on the couch with the beer bottles on the side table. I let out a short sigh and slid out the door to go to school. The first day of hell. Again. 

I walked into school to find two familiar faces arm wrestling on a table in the Hallway. They just happened to be my two best friends Sodapop Curtis and Steve Randle. “Hey Dumb and Dumber! I bet I could beat the both of y’all.” I yelled at them.

“Y/N!” Sodapop said with a smile. Steve picked me up and twirled me around like a rag doll. “How’s it goin’? I haven’t seen you all summer.”

“What’re you talkin’ about Sodapop?” I asked trying to wriggle free from Steve’s grip. “I saw you two days ago.” Finally I was free.

“Well it feels like two months ago.” He dragged on.

“Time was always funny with you, Soda.” I said back.

“Anyways, I gotta get to work. See y’all later.” Soda said as Steve and I walked to class. Math was first and being in honors math I get grouped with all the socs. Sadly, Steve and I only have History, Auto Mechanics, and Gym together. And unfortunately Soda has to work full time since his parents died in the car wreck. 

I hugged Steve goodbye and put on my tough face for what was about to come. As if on cue three socs began to make fun of me for being a greaser. I don’t understand why we get the bad rap. Surely most of us rob gas stations and such but at least we don’t go out of our territory to jump other people. Well unless your Dallas Winston or a part of the Shepard gang. But not all of us are like that. 

Soda’s POV 

I sat behind the counter at the DX. It sure was a slow day. If only I wasn’t so dumb, maybe I could be at school with Y/N. If only I hadn’t dropped out I could be at school with her. She could always cheer me or Steve up when she wasn’t in a bad mood. But when she was mad all hell broke loose. But I love her for that. She never took shit from people and never needed someone to back her up in a fight. I was snapped out of my thoughts when the bell rang on the door. Two people walked in. Two people that I knew all too well. Y/N and Steve walked in. probably for lunch, unless they both got suspended. 

“What’s happenin’ in here Soda? Slow day?” Steve asked

“Uh, yeah.” I responded trying to get my gaze away from Y/N. She almost never wore her hair down. But today she looked even more pretty because of it. The way her curls bounced with each step she took. My eyes wouldn’t leave her.

“What’re you lookin’ at Sodapop.” She said suddenly, snapping me from my trance. 

“I-uh-” I struggled for an answer.

“Nah, its ok man. I’m just messin’ with you” I let out a quiet sigh of relief and struck up another conversation. 

“So, what are you guys doing here? Y’all get suspended or somethin’?” 

“Y/N, here, did. Got into a fight with some soc. But I’m just here for lunch.” Steve said as Y/N smiled at her accomplishment. 

“Fought a soc Y/N?” I asked. She smiled and nodded.

“Yup. But he was being a total jackass.” She took a sip from her coke. “He held the book up over my head so I couldn’t grab it.”

“Oh God.” I said to her. “He must’ve really been in for a treat.”

“Yeah, no shit.” Steve said. 

“Anyways,” Y/N carried on. “No school for three days. Suspended on the first day of school. Now that’s a record.”

“At least you won’t be missin’ much, now will ya.” Steve replied to her comment.

“Nope.” 

“Well Y/N what’re you gonna do in the meantime?” I asked.

“I dunno.” She replied. “Probably work and hang here with you. If ya don’t mind?”

“Not one bit, Doll.” I said. At least I’ll be able to have some time alone with her. Eventually they left and I was back with nothing to do but think.

A/N: Sorry to those of you who made it through. This sucks, I know. But here it is anyway. Hopefully it will get better as the parts go on.

#the outsiders imagine #the outsiders #steve randle x reader #steve randle #sodapop curtis x reader #sodapop curtis

[autumnpleaves]

can you tell me about your friends? -C (you dont have to)

Ooh! Sure, C! No problem! Hmm, since it doesn’t really specify which ‘friends’ you’re talking about, I’m going to talk about IRL and online ones! XD 

This is gonna be a long one, but only because I love, appreciate, and care for my friends :) 

So let’s start with my... 

IRL friends ^-^

I won’t be using their ‘real names’ so... meh. 

First up we have Eggen! :) 

She’s such a joy to be around (no this is not sarcastic). She has this weird fluctuating emotions sometimes and it’s scary to deal with (but not as scary as Jessie-). Funny story about how we actually met was that we had this conjoining class in Ext. Maths and she was from another class. I was still a new student then, so I wasn’t really familiar with anyone and my friends from *my* class were in Ext. Maths too, and were friends with Eggen, hence we all had this weird group thingy at one portion of the classroom and we hung out together. 

Now see, here, we weren’t really *friends* then. More like acquaintances XD 

BUT- 

I texted her because I saw in her profile, that she was a *HUFFLEPUFF* (which is different now, because it didn’t fit anymore- She’s a slytherin now :)) and I texted her saying “OH MY GOSH! YOU’RE A HUFFLEPUFF TOO?!!” I was a dork. It was stupid. And she replied “Haha, yeah...” and lemme tell you, I’m surprised why she’s still my friend to this day XD 

She’s improved a lot since then, and I am honestly quite frankly really *really* proud of her. She’s grown a lot (literally, coz she’s short and metaphorically, coz she’s so talented and skilled and smart now! [Not that she wasn’t smart before, just saying, definitely you can see progress]) She’s talented in drawing, ballet, has great ideas, really hard working, productive, one of the most inspirational person I know :) I’m glad to call her my friend :D 

(Only I get to call her Eggen though 0-0 ANyONe else who dares, will get a smack from me-) ALSO did I mention she likes to torture people by throwing her erasers at them? It’s funnnn memories :’) 

Next up we haveeeee Lizze!!

Lizze now this one, I didn’t meet until like... at least a year after Eggen. Honestly. Don’t judge me, our school is biiggggggg. She had long hair then. At first I see her here and there, and it was pretty chill. Nothing too... ya know- friendsy just like oh yeah I recognize you. We were in the same scholarship program! So that was fun! :) 

We didn’t officially properly meet until like a year after though, and well let’s just say it was fun. She’s one of the only friends I was able to rope into watching Sanders Sides with me and is also a huge geek nerd XD  She’s ALSO REALLY REALLY HECKING TALENTED IN WRITING?! LIke WHAT?! WHo even?! 

Yeah, such a great friend. She’s one of the people I go to when in need of any writing advice, or just advice in general! She really gives that second opinion and really takes things into account and I’m really just plain glad to call her my friend. I love her so much and like we would discuss and hang out sometimes on VC late into the night and it’d be funny watching her trying to navigate around her messy room :’) Ahh! Fun times XD 

Then we have... NICO!! :) 

Nico... was my first ever friend. Literally. In the new school. I’m gonna lay down the scenario XD

I walked into class on orientation day, not aa lot of students were there yet, I was early (for once). Nico was sitting on the left side of a table (we had two student tables) two rows from the back, near the windows. I walked in and was like Hm. Where should I sit? So I Decided that I wasn’t gonna be a wimp and decided to walk and sit next to Nico. He was also surprisingly a new student, so we kinda like related for a bit XD 

Flashforward and Nico is one of my close friends? I mean he’s there and he’s fun to hang out with XD (I don’t do labels, sorry XD) We would joke around, play around, and he’s just a great fella all around! It’s just sometimes people might make fun of him and he’d get insecure sometimes, which makes me sad and yeah! Favorite memories with him would always be in Ext. Math. We’ve landed in the same class (coz we switch around every year) like twice and everytime it’d be the same! And well every time in Math I would ‘show off’ my amazing math skills and he’d try to compete with me. It was fun every time. *dreamy sigh* 

I miss the competitions really. We’d compete to see who would finish first, who would do what part, and when either of us are confused we would annoy the other to get the answer XD I miss him :’) 

Then we get... JILL! :D 

Jill was another friend I met in my first year at the school. At first, she used to hang out with this other friend because they were stuck to each other since like primary, but slowly they drifted (which in my opinion might be for the best 😬) 

She’s an otaku. A pure bred otaku. I had to deal with her anime fanatic years for like... 3 years and counting now. Why. But she’s wonderful and drawing and would always have this bad habit of drawing on anything and literally whatever surface she finds. The desk, her notebooks, her test papers, her *SKIN*, *MY* skin, her WATER BOTTLE (like what THE HECK- JILL?!) but like, it’s endearing XD 

She’s great at complaining and hates hugs. She also hates mangoes- (If you remember what my catchphrase was? Yeah the, “GUESS WHAT? JILL HATES MANGOES” yeah it’s this Jill XD) I’m not joking. She’s great at complaining XD 

Funny story is that once we had to do this video project thing and we just had Jill complain about the amount of homework we had to like compare stuff and what not, and she did it. IN ONE BREATH. NO HESITATIONS. NO SCRIPT. ONE TAKE. WE were all DYING after that XDDD Coz she’s literally known as a complainer and she has great logic skills. She also really LOVES money... so... i mean... yeah. She’s really like... conservative with her money but isn’t afraid to use it to spoil others, but not herself XD 

Finally but not the last (I got more friends, but I don’t really... connect with them enough?) is BEEP! (no this is not her actual name, I just don’t really call her by her real name much) 

The OG friend from first day of school! Nico? YEah Step ASIDE BRO! XDD This gal is my go-to cuddle buddy. LIterally. Our moms are kinda like... besties? (*shrugs* it’s complicated) so we kinda do a lot of things together XD We go to gym together, go to places together, road trip together. She’s a joy to be around. She is like the cuddliest and well usually she does get teased about for being fluffy but like that’s the best part about her 🥺. Her mom is also really picky about her appearance which as her friends, we were pretty annoyed by it, but I love her the way she is :) 

First day of school and she walked by and asked to sit next to me. I said yes, without looking at her, coz I was *shy* (shush). Then we had an ice-breaker thing and LMAO guess what we bonded on- 

FRICKING HARRY STYLES AND WATTPAD- (look, if you’ve been on wattpad, you’d know that Harry Styles stories on there is never really... safe. in a sense.) SO, we’d immediately bonded over that and literally the rest of the day was history. We’d go through class everyday together and it would be a blast, OF COURSE she had other friends and I had mine, we weren’t really in the same ‘stereotypical’ group (like she has the more... *mean girls* kinda group [I’M NOT SAYING SHE’S MEAN! But, I’m saying that they have the popular group- yeah there that XD]) 

I had my own group but we hang anyways because it’s fun. She has the most beautiful laugh, like... literally the loudest and beautiful-est laugh ever XD We have so many inside jokes. She’d hold on to them and start laughing randomly XD She cries a lot when she laughs so that always spurs us to continue laughing, gosh damn it, I miss her. I’m smiling so hard writing this. 

XDD

Aight! That’s from my IRL friends! 

Next we have my online friends! :DDD

First up, we have YAWN! :D

Yawn is quite frankly, the first person I ever actually connected to on Tumblr here XD 

I’ve been through tens and hundreds of discord servers, jumped in tumblr group chats, and no where have I ever met anyone as wonderful as Yawn. Literally. 

I would say we pretty much clicked and when *she* (look I asked okay. they said yes to all pronouns so- >:3 I’m going to have fun with it XD) expressed xeir love for PUNS of all things, literally, I was shooketh. SO I LITERALLY SPAMMED HIM WITH ALL THE PUNS I COULD THINK OF- ANd then HE LITErally PropOSEd- XDDD I don’t know man. It’s amazing :’) I don’t know how I got this lucky. 

Yawn is like that refreshing giddiness you have as a child when you see a new toy or something. Yeah that’s Yawn. Literally every time we text it’s just so damn wholesome and so fun and it’s great! We’d talk about the most random things ever and it’d be amazing :))

Hhhhhhhhhhh, I’m just so damn proud of zem. LIke. Literally. Xir has come so far, and like... we haven’t really met for long yet but I just care about xir sooooooooooooooo much. It has always been there for me and I’m just so appreciative of it. We have so many- *WHEEZE* inside jokes- XDDD 

One I can think of is literally “I run you, Shakespeare” and it’s HILARIou- XDDDDDDDDDDDD

I can’t- It’s beautiful XD 

I just can’t believe that our friendship literally started with me just sucking up my anxiety and just texting people stuff and I honestly don’t know how it continued from there- XD 

They are the most accepting person I know. Genuinely. I don’t know where I’d be without them :’) 

Next we have... VOMMY! :DDD Or C-Gal... We gotta bring that nickname back XD 

First of all, we met in a Fander Pride Meet Up server. VOmmy CAN SPEAK DUTCH and is SOO CREATIve and SO FRIckING Hard WOrking and such an inspiration. Always greets us and is always down for hugs and cuddles XD 

Such a great tea friend, and has like the best aesthetic ever- literally. So old and vintage like a vintage mom and always down to talk about stuff! Ze is soooooo smart as well! And would infodump sometimes when ze’s not busy about stuff that I absolutely adore and love to hear about! Honestly the best vommy ever and ze has PLANTS like- *Woooooooooo!* 

We met vommy and literally we can always geek out with zem. Sometimes life gets hard and we need to scream it out every now and then, and vommy would be there :))) 

I am so proud of zem and just so damn happy to call zem my friend uwu 

ALSO HAVE I MENTIONED THAT ZE CAN SING AND PLAY THE UKE AND WRITE SONGS LIKE WHAT THE HECK THAT’S EPIC AH

Then we haveeeeee... STARBURST! OR BOB THE BUILDER!

ANOTHER friendo we met in the Fander Pride Meet Up Server (seriously a lot of cool friendos there). One of the best advice givers and the most caring older sibling ever. Literally. Like I can’t stress this enough. He’s such a great cousin duck and just a great listener friendo ever. 

Such a fricking talented writer and MUSICIAN AND FRICKING ARTIST LITERALLY THE WHOLE SHEBANG IT’s RIDICulOUS 

I’m literally so proud of him. It’s crazy. He’s always been there for us, all of us. And is there to provide hugs and arms to cry on. ALSO HAVE I EVER MENTIONED HOW BEAUTIFUL HE IS??! LIKE WHAT THE HECK- AHhhhhHHHHHH

SO BEAUTIFUl- and PRETTY and GORGEOUS 

Next we haveeeeeee- POPPY the POPTART! :D 

First time we met in the Fander Pride Meetup, I may of may not have offended them. 0-0 

woops. 

I still feel really bad about that honestly. Uhhh, anyways, I won’t go too in depth on that. BUT ANYWAYS- 

THEy Have been such a WONDERFUL presence in my life. LIterally. LIke They have such an cheerful vibe ever and would never fail to make me laugh or like coo or like anything coz they are soooo ADORABLE! They are also like really great cuddler and hugger and sooooo sooooo sooooo handsome :DD

Sure there are rough patches in their lives, but I adore them and am sooo sooo soo proud of them for being able to go through it and still come out with their heads high and just so damn happy that they will not give up that easily. I really admire their strength, and we are always there to support if they need help :) 

Also, go check out @/poptartsaysurloved pinned post. See if anyone is willing or can help! :) 

Next we have... ATLAS! Or LAssie as I like to call him XD

He’s one of the screaming cereal that I most definitely did not meet in the Fander Pride Meet Up and instead in another server and I’m glad to have met him XD 

I don’t know the *exact* thing I texted him, but I definitely remember asking him about something in his status and I most definitely was satisfied with my answer and we just started talking in DMs for a bit, before I invited him in to the screaming cereal bowl server! :D 

IT IS A BLAST 

LITERALLY 

ARSon kid can’t go a day without wanting to blow something up and frankly I’m concerned but such a great friendo

Provider of memes, jokes, laughs, hugs, cuddles, and fun time XD 

I can’t even, it’s crack head moments every time with that lassie XD 

AHHHHHHHHHHHH FINALLY but obviously not the LAST W E HAVE HEDGIE the ShellY HOGGLES

HONESTLY I LOVE THIS GURLY SOHECKING MUCH 

She deals with my bull crap every day kind of and deals with a bunch of my mushy feelingsy moments! I can’t stress enough. Literally Shelly McScotty over here is like the most relatable person ever. Mood all the way and we have like SOO MANY SIMILAR INTERESTS 

IT’s CRAZY! When I first found out that she watches like Unus Annus, Winx Club (SHOOSH IT’S A GOOD SHOW SHUSH) Literally, I’m like this is the best person ever. She’s also knowledgeable in a lot of stuff and is literally like the best person to go to when you need to get like informational stuff

Literally. I would info dump on her and she’d be such a great listener. Fricking Disney and Potterhead GEEK of the decade. HOly heck this lady is the literal embodiment of a disney princess. FIRST OF ALL, PERSONALITY IS THERE. SECOND OF ALL, HER LOOKS! HAVE YOU SEEN? LITERALLY SO DROP DEAD GORGEOUS ON FLEEK MAKEUP! AHHHHHh

I can’t get enough of this dude. Gives great advice and insight on soooo many things and I’m just so glad to have met this gurl. I don’t know how exactly we met, but I’m glad we did. 

MIND YOU most of my friends are either from Tumblr or Discord so XD 

AHHHHHHHHh

Welp! This was a fun! I definitely spent wayyyyyyyyy too long on this thing, but it’s worth it! XD 

Hope you have fun learning about my friends from like a freaking geeking out stand point Canon! :D 

I have a feeling you wouldn’t read through this entire thing, so well... AH! Hope you have a nice day and don’t sleep too late! Tell me about your friends as well! :))  

#caps tw #caps #tw caps #anon stuff #anon #c-anon #canon #friends stuff #long post #I definitely did tag them in my Recs and Friends. And you'll see the occasional reblog or ask #answered stuff

[littlejeanniebean]

peter parker goes to marvel high (normal mcu au)

A/N: Peter’s first day of high school ft. Shuri, Mr. Stark, Mr. Loki, and co. ~1700 words teenaged angst then fluff. More Peter x Shuri in my masterlist :)

Heavily inspired by this post by @spellbounding-slytherin

I’m also a big fan of @tinymintywolf​‘s art :))

- J xx

Fact: Peter Parker was a nervous wreck. May, ever the optimist, had patted his cheeks, kicked him out of the car, and told him to have a good day. Peter had never had a good first day of school. He was smart but had a severe attention deficit, so even his teachers never liked him. His one best friend throughout junior high, Ned Leeds, had moved to New Jersey, so he would probably end up eating alone in some empty classroom just to be safe. And he’d met the principal at orientation last Friday. He had an eye patch and a perpetual frown, used to head up the corrections department for youth offenders. So yeah, high school was going to suck big time.

“Move it, dickwad,” one of the larger boys shoved past him at the door to his homeroom.

Peter strategically chose a seat in the ambiguous, unnoticeable middle. 

A short, bright-eyed girl marched up to him, “You’re in my seat.”

“Sorry! Sorry!” he tried to pick up his backpack but the strap was caught on the leg of his chair, so he just kind of ended up spilling himself over the floor. 

“Crap, I was just messing with you, kid,” she helped him up, “You good?”

“Yeah, yeah, sorry,” he just sort of stood there awkwardly, not meeting her eyes. 

“Dude, you gotta stop apologizing. I’m sorry, okay?” she tried to get him to look at her, “I’m Shuri. I have a messed up sense of humour that scares away any friends I might’ve ended up having. Is it cool if I sit next to you?”

“Yeah, sure,” he nodded, “I’m Perker Pat - Parker Pete - Peter Parker.”

“Cool.”

“Dude, you are sad,” the boy who shoved him coming into the room twirled an expensive-looking pen, sparing him the most derisive of sideways glances.

Peter was saved from actually having to come up with a response when their teacher walked in two-minutes after the bell and put his feet up on his desk, “Okay, kiddies. My name is Mr. Stark, you may call me Mr. Stark. I am your homeroom teacher unless you’re in the wrong room. I also teach AP Math and Computer Science. If you have questions at this point, I honestly wonder how you got this far in life, but I’m obligated to ask.”

The room was silent. 

“Great, do whatever until the bell rings, I guess.”

The class emptied out. 

Peter hung back, “M-Mr. Stark?”

“Yes, Proton.”

“I-it’s Peter, actually.”

“I was talking about your t-shirt.”

“I - Oh, yeah,” he looked down at the “I’m positive” joke print, “um… I just wanted to let you know that I have ADHD, mostly the AD part a-and I don’t expect any special treatment or anything and I’ll work really hard, but I also wanted to join Mathletes and I wasn’t allowed in junior high because I’d always get sidetracked at the meets but I think I can do better now if you’ll give me the chance… butifnotthat’sokay.”

Mr. Stark appraised him, “First meeting is in this room at three.”

“Thank you, sir!” he smiled, but when his teacher didn’t smile back, he fixed his face and walked to his next period.

“I’m Mr. Banner, and there are three things you need to remember if you want to succeed in biochemistry. One: If you’re unsure but proceed without asking for clarification first, I will be angry. Two: If you show up to the lab without completing the prior work assigned, I will be angry. Three: If you do not share work between your lab partners equally, I will be angry. Don’t make me angry.”

“Wanna be lab partners?” Shuri asked.

“Sure,” Peter squeaked and cleared his throat. 

“You’re not going to break a test tube on me, are you?”

He shook his head quickly. 

“You’re a lot of work, Peter Parker, but it’s kind of adorable.”

“Um… thanks?”

“You’re welcome. Now hand me that pipette and fire up the spectrophotometer.”

The last period before lunch was P.E.

“I’m Coach Barton, that’s all you need to know. Let’s do a few warm up laps around the circuit.”

Peter ran hard and was close to fainting as he crossed the line in the middle of the pack.

“Woah, kid, you need to go to the nurse’s?” Coach singled him out.

He tried to say ‘no’ but no sound would come out, so he just shook his head, gasping. He could hear the other boys snickering beyond the pounding of his blood in his brain.

“I think you need to go to the nurse’s,” Coach beckoned to the boy who’d crossed the line first, “Flash, take him to the clinic, would ya?”

“Yes, sir,” the bully from his homeroom smirked at him.

As soon as they were out of the gym, he jostled and picked at the smaller boy only to exhibit the epitome of sympathy in front of Nurse Man-Ti. 

“Here, drink some electrolytes,” she told him and he finished the small bottle in under a minute. 

As soon as Flash was gone, Peter let himself just cry. He wished his aunt would just homeschool him, but it’s been hard since his uncle died and in the face of that, Peter felt bad for feeling bad about his little problems and that made him cry some more.

“Hey,” the nurse sat beside him quietly, “Peter, right?”

He nodded, “I’m sorry.”

“What for? Better out than in, that’s what I always say.”

Peter sniffed.

“Do you want to talk about it? Or make an appointment with Counsellor Barnes?” 

“No, no, I’m fine. I just needed, uh… electrolytes,” he leaves quickly after that.

Peter goes to his locker for his bag and clothes, red eyes trained on the floor so that hopefully nobody notices. He doesn’t notice Shuri arguing with Flash, gesturing forcefully back at his locker. Flash sees him put in his combination and open the door, a cheshire grin spreading across his face. 

“Peter!” Shuri tries to warn him, “Don’t -”

But it’s too late and he’s covered in silly string, a few old socks found decomposing in the gym lockers, and the contents of a bathroom trash can. 

“I’m gonna go change,” he whispers to no one in particular.

“I’ll save you a place at lunch?” Shuri called after him.

Peter stops in his tracks to shoot her a grateful smile, “Thank you.”

Mr. Thor Odinson was a very loud history teacher, but it worked well for keeping Peter’s attention throughout the class, so he was able to answer all the review questions. 

“Teacher’s pet,” Flash scoffed at the sound of the bell.

“Dumbass,” Shuri fake-coughed and pulled Peter to the auditorium.

“I’m Mr. Loki Odinson, you may call me Mr. Loki to distinguish between myself and my hard-of-hearing brother, Thor,” said their quieter drama teacher, “Thompson, if you kick Parker’s chair one more time, I will send you to Fury’s office with no note, no explanation. And he has a very specific way of dealing with those cases.”

Flash stopped and sat straighter. 

“Good, Parker, you seem suitably nervous. Come up here and help me demonstrate a quick improvisation exercise.”

Peter tripped on his way down the aisle to the stage, but kept going. 

“Now, you’re a superhero and I’m a supervillain. You’re trying to turn me over to the good side, but we can only converse alphabetically. So you must start with the letter ‘A’, I must start with the letter ‘B’ and so forth. Are you ready?”

“No.”

“Ah, ah, first rule of improv: the answer is always, ‘Yes, and…’ Let’s go, Parker. You’re brave. You’re bold. You’re a hero.”

“Alright, Mr. Villain, you have two choices,” Peter surprised himself at how his voice carried. It must be the way the auditorium was built, “perish, or join our fight.”

“Blech, I choose to perish,” Mr. Loki dropped to his knees, “C’mon Hero, end me if you have the guts at all.”

“Come on, you know you never wanted to watch the city burn to begin with. The hive possessed you, used you. Now, you have the chance to redeem yourself.”

“Don’t presume to know me because you can’t possibly. You don’t know what I’ve been through. What I’ve lost!”

“Everything,” Peter said quietly, “Everyone you ever cared for. I do know… because so have I. We’re not so different.”

“Fighting the hive is a losing proposition. You have nothing that could work against them!”

“Gas. Even a million eyes are no good in a fog.”

“Huh… I never thought of that. I’ll join your fight, Hero if you’ll let me,” Mr. Loki proffered his “bound” wrists.

“I knew there was some good left in you, Mr. Villain,” Peter “unlocked” the “restraints.”

Mr. Loki mimed holding a knife to Peter’s neck, “Just not that much, I’m afraid. Hive Mother! I’ve got him! I’ve got the hero! Now release my family from the void as you promised!”

Peter wracked his brain from the next letter. The plot twist didn’t help him think either. “... Krap with a ‘k’?” 

Mr. Loki broke character and laughed before clapping and shaking his student’s hand, “That was the most interesting improv demonstration I’ve had in awhile, Parker. You’re a natural. Now everyone pair off and try to top that performance if you can!”

English with Mr. Rogers was the last period of the day. He didn’t look up from his book until everyone was seated, silent, and had their eyes up front. It took a crazy long time and a good deal of organization and yelling on Shuri’s part. 

“Sorry, guys, I was reading a book about anti-gravity. It's impossible to put down!” he joked.

Peter was the only one who laughed.

After giving a bit of a lecture on respect for their instructors, valuing their education, and how much they were going to love English this year, he let them go early. 

“Okay, I’m calling you three Alvin, Simon, and Theodore from now on,” Mr. Stark addressed his small Mathlete gathering, “Our new mascot is a chipmunk, I don’t care that all our other teams are Rocket Raccoons.” 

“Which one of us is Alvin?” Shuri asked.

“Since you asked, you are. Fancy-Pen is Simon and Proton is Theodore. Now, we have a competition to prepare for in… ages from now, so… drill, I guess? I don’t know. Who wants to do Euclidean algorithms?” 

Three hands went up. 

“Nice,” he brought out his expensive Japanese chalk, a gift from his wife, the well-known Fortune 500 CEO, Pepper Potts.

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Loner // IT 2017 Chapter Twenty - Four

Billy Joel - Vienna

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 Slow down, you crazy child And take the phone off the hook and disappear for awhile It's all right, you can afford to lose a day or two When will you realize, Vienna waits for you? And you know that when the truth is told That you can get what you want or you can just get old You're gonna kick off before you even get half through

Why don't you realize, Vienna waits for you?

//

Kali's POV

Saturday mornings mean breakfast with James.

I got out last weekend saying I had to study with Beverly. I can't fuck him on it this weekend, so I guess I have to tough it out.

I threw on a sweater along with some jeans. It was a brisk morning, but still a little cold. I made my way to my car, sighing as I opened the door. I would rather die than sit across from James and pretend again.

The drive there was filled with nothing but music. I didn't sing along, I didn't think, I didn't even sing the lyrics in my head. I just looked out at the road and followed the signs.

"Hey babe." I heard behind me. I slapped on a smile,"Hey." I mirrored his actions. "What can I getcha kids?" The waitress asked.

I ended up getting a waffle and some juice. James got the same, but with some toast. "So," He swallowed a sip of his juice,"How's school?"

I shrugged,"It's okay," The waitress set out food in front of us as I spoke,"I guess." He cut into waffle while I stared at mine. "Howa-how's school for you?" Had I forgotten how to converse like a normal person?

"It's pretty good. Passed my exam." He grinned. "That's great!" I genuinely cared for James and wanted to see him prosper, but this pretending was putting a damper on everything.

"Any progress with Richie?" He asked, snapping me from my thoughts. I realized that I had been staring off into space for a few minutes. "Uh-no..." I answered, looking away, scratching the back of my neck.

The rest of the breakfast was bleak. We had resorted to small talk again, like when he was just Dani's older brother. I hated that it had panned out like this, but it was a result of drifting apart, I guess.

He looked at his watch, sighing. "Well, I gotta go. I have a seminar in twenty minutes." I stood, meeting him in a hug. "I'll see you later." He kissed my forehead. "See ya."

I bolted to my car door, slamming it behind me. I took a lot of time to think on the way home. The end result of my cathartic epiphany was that I was a terrible person, and I should probably get my shit together.

All that time wasted on thinking. For that? That conclusion? God, I'm falling apart.

Danielle's POV

Monday came looming around after a boring, dreary Sunday. I got ready, throwing on shorts and a striped shirt. I was ungrounded this afternoon, so I was given my cassette rights back.

Boyz-N-The-Hood played through the speakers of my headphones. I nodded along to the music as I walked down the street. My car rights were still revoked, so I had to walk to and from school.

School was boring, as usual. Eddie and I worked together in History, and that was the highlight of my day. And now, I get to sit in detention with Richie! Yay!

I sighed as I opened the door. I saw the infamous head of thick, black curls. The sight made my heart melt every time I saw them. I sat in my usual seat, pulling out my homework. I started filling out English sheets.

I slipped on my headphones, hearing the piano fill through my head. Slow down, you crazy child. You're so ambitious for a juvenile

But then if you're so smart, then tell me, why are you still so afraid?

Where's the fire, what's the hurry about? You'd better cool it off before you burn it out

You've got so much to do and only so many hours in a day

But you know that when the truth is told; That you can get what you want or you get old

You're gonna kick off before you even get halfway through

When will you realize, Vienna waits for you?

Humming along to the tune I did my best to compete my math problems. I was a little distracted, as the words to the song were infectious. Slow down, you crazy child. Take the phone off the hook and disappear for awhile?

I sang that part aloud.

"Why don't you realize, Vienna waits for you?" I heard from behind me. I turned as the song changed. The gentle strum of an acoustic guitar began.

"Ground Control to Major Tom...Ground Control to Major Tom..." I sang. "Take your protein pills and put your helmet on." Richie sang back. I sat the headphones on a desk, music pouring through the speakers and into the air.

"Ground Control to Major Tom

Commencing countdown, engines on...

Check ignition and may God's love be with you ..." Richie finished the line. "This is Ground Control to Major Tom! You've really made the grade and the papers want to know whose shirts you wear!" I sang back to him.

"Now, it's time to leave the capsule if you dare

This is Major Tom to Ground Control, I'm stepping through the door

And I'm floating in a most peculiar way, and the stars look very different today..." He looked at my knowingly as he sang in his deep voice.

"For here, am I sitting in a tin can

Far above the world

Planet Earth is blue, and there's nothing I can do..." As we sang I had gotten closer. When I sang the final words of my line I was centimeters from his face.

The solo crooned from the headphones behind us. My eyes darted from his eyes to lips, then back again. He pressed his lips together, shaking his head lightly. We stared into each others eyes until the song ended. Next up was America.

"Kathy, I'm lost," I said, though I knew she was sleeping

I'm empty and aching and I don't know why

Counting the cars on the New Jersey Turnpike

They've all come to look for America

All come to look for America." I sang softly my favorite section of the song.

His stupid watch beeped as She's Always a Woman started.

But he didn't move, he just sat and looked to me.

Kali's POV

I spent the whole thinking of our sleepover. And, most importantly, avoiding Beverly.

"Prefect." She smiled, sitting Indian style in the middle of my rug. I joined her, sitting across from the redhead. "So... you wanna play a game?" She asked. "Of course." I smirked. "Truth or dare?" "Sure."

"Truth or dare?" She asked. "Hmm...Truth. Imma start easy." She laughed. "Alright...uh...Do you have a crush?" I thought for a minute. "Yes." "Really? While dating James? Scandalous!"

I shrugged,"Who's to say it isn't James?" Her face fell serious. "Who is it?" "Ah, ah, ah!" I wagged my finger in her face,"One question only!"

"Truth or dare?" I asked. "Dare!" She smirked. "Hmm...I dare you to...crank call Jake." We both giggled, rushing down to the phone. "Hello?" I heard his groggy voice through the receiver.

"Hello? Yes-is this Jake Marsh?" "Yeah..." "This is Dr. Teagues, from the STD clinic," She faked a deep voice,"I'm afraid to inform you that the test results came back positive."

"I don't know what you're talking about..." He responded, baffled. "Your girlfriend has chlyamidia, sir." She then hung up the phone, sending both of us into a fit of giggles.

"Okay, truth or dare?" She asked. "Uh...Dare...." She smirked, rubbing her hands together. "Finally! Muhahaha!" She faked a manical laugh. "I dare...you...to... bum a cigarette." Her smirk stood strong. I sighed,"Fine..."

I coughed as I inhaled. I hated the feeling of the thick smoke filling my lungs. "Not like that," She plucked the cig from me,"Like this." She stuck it in between her lips and inhaled.

She stuck it back in between my wide lips. "See..." She looked into my eyes, trailing off as I inhaled again. I pulled the cigarette from my lips and exhaled.

Grabbing the back of my head, she pressed her lips into mine. Her lips were soft and inviting, like I could grow flowers between the two rosey pods.

Thought the entire day I dreaded seeing her. I didn't even want to say her name. But god, did I miss her laugh.

Danielle's POV

"She is frequently kind,

And she's suddenly cruel

She can do as she pleases,

She's nobody's fool

But she can't be convicted,

She's earned her degree

And the most she will do

Is throw shadows at you,

But she's always a woman to me..." We sang whilst looking deeply into each other's eyes.

His singing made me fall in love with him... I just knew it...

Kali's POV

I saw her walk past me. I ignored her, pretending to retrieve something from my bag.

When I sat across from her during lab groups I felt nothing. Upon looking at her lovely cheek bones I felt everything.

What was happening to me? I looked up at her again, counting the freckles dotting across her face.

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The One That Fits Right In Chapter 2

Chapter 2: Rocky Beginnings Reagan stared at the large white school building in front of her. It was her first day at the public high school and since she moved with her family, she already felt nervous. Reagan’s face went pale, she felt like she was going to be sick, there were butterflies in her stomach. It was big, bigger than the palace she used to live in back in Southern France. Was she really going to go in there? Well, she had no other choice. She took a big deep breath and walked up the stairs to the main hall. Reagan look at all the students bustling, talking, and laughing in the hallways. It was completely crowded! She couldn’t even walk without being squished in between one or two of the students. She checked her schedule. The first thing she needed to do was find her locker. It was locker 239. Reagan adjusted her glasses once she managed to get out of the tsunami of students to find her locker. There were endless rows of tall dark green lockers. But which one was her’s? As she passed by the students, she always remembered to say her “excuse me’s” or “pardon me’s” when she was trying to get through, and remembered to say her “sorry’s” when she accidentally bumped into people. Reagan was about to check the next row of lockers to find hers until- BUMP! The next thing Reagan knew, she was on the ground. Her backpack, books, and lunchbox were scattered on the ground. In front of her was another girl. She had short brown hair and sap colored eyes. Her skin was the color of a what someone would look like if they had gotten a sun tan. She also wore very expensive clothing, tall high heal like boots, and had layers and layers of foundation and make up on her face. Reagan gasped and said, “Oh geez. I’m sorry. I didn’t see you there.” She pulled the other girl into her feet and picked up all her books and makeup. “Here. These belong to you don’t they?” “Don’t you dare touch those!” said the girl, snatching the belongings out of Reagan’s hands. “Don’t you know how much money all this makeup costs?!” “...No.” Regan replied. “I-I don’t think we’ve officially met before during the orientation. I’m Reagan!” Reagan smiled and held out her hand for the other girl to shake. The girl looked at Reagan and looked at her hand and sneered in disgust. Using a pencil, the girl moved Reagan’s hand away, “Oh yes. The new girl from, what was i? Larodon? Southern France?” “That’s right! Future Heir to the throne to!” replied Reagan. “So, what’s your name?” The girl scoffed and replied, “You don’t know who I am?” Reagan said, “No not really. That’s what I was trying to ask you.” “My name is Harper. Harper Jane Cadigan Scott.” said the girl. “And these four girls make up my group. The one with the black hair is Marissa, the one with the gross looking flying pig thing on her shirt is Elle, the one who’s the brace face is Lorraine,” Reagan mouthed to Lorraine, “You’re braces look nice.” and Loraine mouthed back “Thanks.” Harper continued, “and the one in the yellow which is a really disgusting color BTW, is known as Krystal.” Reagan stared at them before saying, “Nice to meet ya.” “So, now that you know this little group here, get outta my way.” said Harper, turning up her nose. “What are you even doing anyway?” “Oh, um. I’m looking for my locker.” said Reagan, showing Harper her schedule. “It’s locker 239.” “What?! You can’t have that locker!” said Harper. “Why not? The school staff gave it to me so that means it’s mine for this year.” said Reagan. “But that’s my locker!” said Harper. “Everyone knows that locker 239 is the biggest locker in the school! Well, everyone except you Four Eyes.” “I know. That’s why they gave it to me.” said Reagan. Harper growled and was ready to strangle Reagan but Marissa stopped her and said, “Harper. We gotta go. Besides, I heard Kaiden was in our economics class.” Harper gasped in delight, “Why didn’t you say so?! Let’s go!” The other girls followed Harper down the hall, except for Loraine, who stayed behind to help Reagan find her locker and just like Harper had said, locker 239 was the biggest locker in the entire school. Reagan waisted no time to get started organizing her brand new locker. “Shame.” Reagan said to herself. “This locker looks so dull. It would be nice to spice it up a bit.” Then, Reagan had a wonderful, spectacular idea! Tomorrow before school started, she would bring in the beautiful acrylic paints that she had gotten for her birthday back in the summer and paint her locker till her her hearts desire. Reagan checked her schedule as she finished placing the new lock on the front. Reagan’s Schedule - A Day: Mon, Wed, Fri 1st Period-Art 3rd Period-US History 5th Period-Biology 7th Period-Office Aid B Day: Tues, Thurs 2nd Period-Spanish 1 4th Period-Culinary Arts 6th Period-English 2 8th Period-Algebra 2 Lunch: First Lunch Reagan was happy when she saw her first class. Art was one of her favorite things to do! She would spend hours a day just drawing and doodling in her sketchbook. It even helped her when she was stressed or upset. So this class would really help improve her art a bit more, especially when it came to drawing hands. History. Oh brother. History was super long and super boring and History wasn’t one of her strengths. Biology. Mmm, not so bad. But then Reagan remembered she didn’t really like it as much when she was homeschooled because she never got to do any labs at all. Office Aid? What was that? Spanish. Perfect! She more or less knew some words in Spanish thanks to homeschool. And one of her aunts spoke Spanish to so this would help expand her vocabulary. Culinary Arts? Wow! She loved to help the family’s personal chef in the kitchen back home and bake things on her own from time to time to! She could learn to cook and expand from making a simple PB and J sandwich. English. Interesting. Would she be learning the language English? Algebra. It was neither her weakness or her strength. But she was well advanced in math seeing how good at it she was. Reagan checked the time on her watch. 7:55AM “Uh oh.” thought Reagan, “I should already be at art class!” She didn’t wanna miss her first real class. She stuffed her schedule in her pocket, picked up her art supplies and sketchbook, and dashed down the hall to the art room. The minute Reagan stepped foot into the room, she was already greeted with large tables, pictures and paintings from years past, easels, light tables, tables with five chairs for five students to sit at, and a closet filled with tons of art supplies. But the professor was missing. Where was she...or he? Reagan dropped her things at the nearest table and walked around the room while the students chatted amongst themselves. She looked around the large room but then stopped at the closet. She saw a short figure who looked shorter than her, fumbling about where the paints were. Reagan asked in a shy tone, “U-Uh. E-Excuse me? I-I don’t mean to be a bother b-but uh. Where did the professor run off to?” The women bumped her head before turning to Reagan. She looked and dressed like a gypsy women. Beads and all. Reagan’s eyes widened as she saw her. The women hopped down from the ladder and walked up to Reagan. “You’re lookin’ right at her.” she replied. She had a thick Russian accent. “Oh. It’s uh, nice to meet you.” said Reagan. “I-I’m-“ “New student. I know.” she replied. “Davay! Davay! out out out!” She pushed Reagan out of the closet and said, “Take your seat. I don’t have all day.” Reagan said nothing and took her seat. This art professor seemed pretty rude. The women clapped her hands to get the students attention. “Dobroye UUUUtro class.” said the lady, holding the U. “Dobroye Utro Ms. Preobrazhensky.” said the rest of the class. “Welcome welcome! I would love to welcome you all to my Art class.” said Ms. Preobrazhensky. “Now, vhile I take the roll. I would like you to complete your first sketchbook assignment. Vou must draw your name and draw all de things you kiddies like. Uh, for instance uh de Fortnite game or de annoying song vith the colorful sharks or vhat ever you kiddies like now a-days. Da! Begin.” Regan opened her big, black sketchbook and got to work. She wrote her name in big bubbly letters and colored it red. Then she got to work on surrounding her name with many things she liked like. Her drawing consisted of a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, a lamb, a paint pallet with a paintbrush, a drawing of Iron Man, the symbol for Taurus, a stack of comic books, a steam engine train, Patch from 101 Dalmatians, and some puzzle pieces representing the fact that she has Autism. She didn’t notice that any time passed by until Ms. Preobrazhensky shouted, “Gold Girl!” Reagan jumped in her seat in surprise. Most kids snickered at her. “Come on, let me see your vork.” she barked. Reagan showed Ms. Preobrazhensky her sketchbook. Ms. Preobrazhensky stared at it for a while before she took it to her desk. Reagan sat in her seat for the longest time while the gypsy looking art teacher was staring at her sketchbook. She felt nervous and started twirling a loose strand of her hair (which she often does when she’s nervous). “REAGAN!” Ms. Preobrazhensky screeched. Regan’s eyes widened as the teacher called her. She stood up and walked to the desk. “Niet! Niet! In my office.” said Ms. Preobrazhensky, pointing a long bony finger to a small office. Reagan gulped and stepped into her office. Was she going to get in trouble on her very first day? Ms. Preobrazhensky closed the door and started.....hugging Reagan. Reagan was confused. “Vou brilliant child! Look at this!” said Ms. Preobrazhensky, showing her the assignment. “I had no idea you’s could draw so well! How long have you’s been drawing?” “..Since I was 3.” said Reagan, still twirling her hair. “I’ve never seen dis type of talent in my class before.” said Ms. Preobrazhensky. “My dear! There is not much I can teach you! You have very good talent!” “Really?” asked Reagan excitedly. “...but I wish I could draw hands better. My hands look like potatoes.” “Tell you what.” said Ms. Preobrazhensky. “How about I gives you some pointers on how to draw hands. During the lunch break. You’s can have your lunch here and then we can start.” “You mean it?” asked Reagan with a gleam in her eyes. “Of course of course!” said Ms. Preobrazhensky. “After all, talent like this does not show up everyday. Although. I am curious about de puzzle pieces you drew here. Wvat do they mean?” Reagan fumbled with her words. If she told the teacher, let alone the whole school that she had Aspergers, she’d be the laughing stock of the entire 10th grade! “U-Uh....I-I love to do puzzles.” Reagan lied. “Ahh.” said Ms. Preobrazhensky, “interesting hobby for a girl your age.” “Uh yep.” said Reagan with a nervous laugh. Ms. Preobrazhensky handed back her sketchbook. “So, I wvill see you during lunch on Wednesday?” asked Ms. Preobrazhensky. “Sure!” said Reagan, “Thank you. Thank you Ms. Preoba...uh, can I call you Ms. P?” “Of course you may.” said Ms. Preobrazhensky. “Cool. Thank you Ms. P!” said Reagan as she walked back to her seat. She sighed with relief. .... The rest of the morning went by in a blur and before Reagan knew it, it was lunchtime. She took her orange metal lunchbox and headed for the cafeteria. Reagan walked slowly as she tried to find a seat but most of the students already called dibs on each table. Then, Reagan saw Harper and her group of friends (minus Loraine) sitting at half-empty table eating and gossiping. “Harper!” said Reagan. “Harper! It’s Reagan from this morning!” Harper stopped her, “Hold it Four Eyes!” Reagan stopped dead in her tracks. “This table is for popular girls only.” said Harper. “Yeah, we don’t take in newbies!” added Marissa. “B-But I don’t have anywhere else to sit.” said Reagan. “Tough!” said Krystal. “Let me show you where the newbies sit.” said Harper. She lead Reagan to the garbage cans in the corner of the cafeteria. “B-But that’s the garbage can.” Reagan said. “Exactly. That’s where all the newbies go. Because every single newbie that comes to this school is nothing but a lowlife piece of trash!” explained Harper. “Ask the freshmen! Trust me, this seating arrangement is WAY up you’re alley.” With that, Harper walked away, leaving Reagan alone. Well, Reagan had no other choice. She sat on the floor and ate her lunch. It was a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, some apple slices, a little white milk carton, some celery sticks, and a chocolate chip cookie. Loraine noticed that Reagan was sitting on the floor by herself. “You got sent to the trash to?” she asked. “Yep.” said Reagan, not paying attention. “I know how that feels.” Loraine replied. “I got sent here to. But you wouldn’t be sitting here if I didn’t sit with you.” Loraine sat next to Reagan. “S-So. You’re Reagan?” asked Loraine. “Uh-huh.” Reagan replied. “And you’re........Marissa?” “Close. It’s Loraine.” said Loraine. “Ohhh! Brace Face!” said Reagan. Loraine stared at her and started to eat her food. Reagan realized that she wasn’t supposed to say that. “Oh geez. U-Uh, Loraine I didn’t mean to uh-“ “No, it’s Ok. I get that a lot. Even Harper calls me Brace Face.” said Loraine reassuring her. “Then, if Harpers your friend, why does she cal you brace face?” asked Reagan. Loraine looked at Harper and then back at Reagan. “Harper’s cool and all but she’s...she’s a real jerk sometimes.” replied Loraine, “and besides, she’s never complimented on my braces before. I just got them a week ago and they hurt like crazy.” “Oh, here.” said Reagan handing her an Advil cup. “Take an Advil pill, it will help with the pain.” Loraine took a tablet and swallowed it with some milk to wash it down before handing back the Advil cup back to Reagan. “Thank you.” said Loraine. “Hey, since we’re here, wanna tell secrets? If that’s what you royalty folks like doing.” “Sure!” said Reagan. “Uh, you go first.” “OK.” said Loraine. She whispered, “I have had this weird habit of biting my nails. I still have it and nobody else knows this.” “M-My turn.” said Reagan. “The thing is that I...I............IhaveAspergersSyndrome.” “What?” asked Loraine, “You we’re speaking to fast Reagan.” “Sorry.” she replied, “I…I have Asperger’s Syndrome…its a case of mild Autism. I’ve had it since I was two and it-it effects me socially and mentally. I have some weird obsessions. I still watch Blues Clues for pete’s sake and-“ “Reagan.” said Loraine, “I’ve heard enough. But why don’t you wanna tell anyone this information?” “I-I don’t wanna tell anyone because I-I didn’t wanna get bullied again.” said Reagan. Loraine held out her pinky and said, “I won’t tell a soul that you have Autism. It’s a promise. A pinky promise.” Reagan looked at her pinky and joined hers in with Loraine’s. “Thank you.” said Reagan as she hugged Loraine. Loraine was shocked but hugged her back.

[trashboatprince]

Got another one-shot for you guys! Super slow day at work (got sent home early), spent the time during those few hours working on an idea I’ve had in mind for a while...

Toon Bendy going to school with his mom!

Inspired by another wonderful one-shot by zanzaflux, School Days, probably my favorite of the Slice of Life series. Go check out these one-shots and the others by this author, they’re such great stories!

On with the fic!

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“Okay, thank you for telling me. Yes, I’ll pick up the lesson plan from the front office when I get there. Alright, thank you, have a safe trip.” Linda replied before she hung up the phone.

“Who was that?” Henry asked as he worked at the stove, cooking dinner.

“It was Mrs. Margo, she needs someone to fill in for her on Monday, she’ll be out of town for something her husband is going to and she had to go with him.” Linda spoke as she moved back to the counter where she had been working on the salad for their spaghetti dinner.

Henry nodded as he worked on stirring the pasta. “Is it just the one day?”

“Monday, yes. She’ll met me know if I have to fill in for Tuesday.”

“What’s goin’ on on Monday?”

Linda and Henry looked over at the kitchen table, seeing Bendy getting himself up on his chair, looking interested in the conversation. He had only been a toon for a short time now, it was a little surprising to hear him speak so clearly now than just the grumbles and such from before.

“Well,” Linda began as she placed the salad bowl on the table, “I just got a call to substitute for the third grade class on Monday.”

If she didn’t know any better, Linda swore she saw stars in Bendy’s eyes. “Can I come with!?” He loudly asked, nearly bouncing out of his seat.

“Uh, I don’t know if that’s such a good idea, bud.” Henry frowned as he moved to drain the pasta. “I know you’re now back to your original design, but some people are still...”

Bendy pouted and slumped in his seat. “B-But Henry, I’m great wit’ kids! An’ I promise I’ll be on mah best behavior! I won’t cause any problems! I just wanna see what dis school nonsense is all about! All mah friends tell me about it. An’ besides, I know what you do for a livin’ since you work from home, but not Linda!”

Henry looked over at his wife, well... it really is up to her.

Linda sighed softly, smiling at Bendy. “Okay, but just this once. And if anyone asks about this, tell them to speak with me. Also, you better promise to be on your best behavior, young man.”

Bendy’s face lit up like the Fourth of July as he made an X over his chest. “Cross mah heart!”

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Bendy was practically gonna fly out of his car seat as he sat next to Linda, the grin on his face could rival the one he has in his beast form.

She smiled a little at him as she parked in the faculty parking lot of the school and Bendy shot right out the door the moment she shut off the car. He had gotten himself ready for today, even packing his own school lunch, a notebook and pen, and his Bendy plush into the little book bag he had for trips. He even put on a sweater for this so he looked nice.

“Hey, where’s all da kids?” He asked, looking around.

“Cause it’s early, Bendy.” Linda replied as she took his hands, walking towards the front doors with him. “See, I have to come in early to get the lesson plan and to get things ready. The kids come to school in about thirty minutes or so, but you can help me get things set up.”

“Okay!” He nodded, walking into the building with her. His eyes were wide as he took in the art mural on the wall, welcoming guests to the school. There were portraits of people Bendy never heard of that seemed to be of some importance to the school’s history along a wall of a hall that let to a room.

There was a woman at a desk with big glasses and a bright pink dress that matched her nails. She looked at Bendy, her eyes looked really big in those glasses, and she blinked at him like an owl. “Mrs. Stein?” She asked, looking up at Linda.

“I’m here for Mrs. Margo’s lesson plans.” Linda smiled, still holding Bendy’s hand. “And this is my son, Mrs. Fillmore. He came with me today, don’t worry, I’ll keep an eye on him.

Mrs. Fillmore looked at Bendy before giving Linda folder. She continued to watch the two as they left the office. Bendy made a face, great, not even three minutes in and already people were gawking. Should have seen that coming.

It didn’t take them long to get to a classroom and Linda entered it, letting Bendy go in first as she turned on the lights. Bendy’s smile was back on his face as he looked at all the interesting things on the walls, the desk all had names on them on bright pieces of paper that were taped to the top, and that he could see a playground from the big windows along another wall.

Linda had him sit at a desk with no name on it while she wrote things on the board. He happily spoke with his mother figure about what he saw in a cartoon the other day when he noticed kids in the playground. Linda saw a blur go from the desk to the window and she blinked, seeing that Bendy was pressed against the glass. “Can I go out an’ play?”

“At recess you can, but class starts in a few minutes.” She replied, watching him pout, before he grinned, waving at a few kids who spotted him and were waving back.

Just as she said, within five minutes, Bendy heard a bell ring loudly and the students all came rushing into the school. He quickly went to the open desk and waited patiently. The door opened and students entered, many of them quickly flocking to Bendy.

“Bendy!” A boy happily announced, giving him a tight hug.

“Hiya, Norman!” Bendy replied. “Guess what! Linda let me come to school wit’ her today!”

“That’s so cool!” Another kid spoke up. “Do ya get to stay with us all day then?”

“Yep! But only if I’m on mah best behavior cause then Henry’s gotta come get me.”

The kids happily chatted with him until Linda got their attention, telling them to take their seats. Bendy grinned as he saw that he sat next to his friend Norman from their neighborhood, giving him a thumbs up. This class had a lot of kids he recognized from the neighborhood and the parks he got to go to! A few faces were new, but the kids didn’t seem scared. In fact, they looked happy and in awe of him.

“Alright, student. I’m Mrs. Stein,” Linda started, “and your teacher wants you to continue what you were doing on Friday. So, let’s start off today with where you left off in your history lesson, take out your books and we’ll get back to that.”

Bendy watched the kids open the desks and pull out books. He looked into his own, not seeing anything but a chewed up pencil. He pouted, until Norman started pushing his desk over, letting the two share his book.

School was a lot more fun than Bendy ever could have imagined. TV made it seem bothering, and some of his friends complained, but Bendy was loving this! First they learned some history about America in the early 1800s, then they did math. Bendy did find that one a little boring, but he did learn a few things!

After math was science! Bendy LOVED this one because the kids showed him the bean plants they were growing and going to see if they could keep growing until the end of the school year. They even let him use an extra bean and planter they had, writing his name on it. Bendy also drew his face on it, which prompted a few other kids to do the same.

After those classes was lunch. Bendy was quite the popular toon at lunch, lots of children came up to him and asked him questions as he ate his sandwich. He was happy to answer questions, like where he came from and how he was alive. He kept the details vague, but he summed it up as ‘ink, a film reel, and a dream!’.

Then came recess, clearly Bendy’s favorite moment of the school day. He was all over the playground, playing with a whole bunch of his friends and new ones he made at lunch! He had seen Linda speak with a few teachers during lunch and recess about him, but no one had called anyone about him, or seemed alarmed. Phew!

Once those were done, it was back to class. English was kind of fun, Bendy got to work on his reading with his ‘classmates’, even though he made it probably more entertaining than what was required for reading out loud.

How was he suppose to know he wasn’t suppose to act like that when reading the Prince and Pauper? He’s a poor entertainer, he has to shine! Luckily, Linda let him do it, and the rest of the class tried to do dramatic readings like his as well, but it was hard when everyone was laughing.

The last class of the day seemed to be a free class. Norman explained that the last class was always different for each day. For Mondays, it was art. Since there was nothing in the lesson plan that was planned for this course, Linda let them draw whatever they wanted.

“Whatcha gonna draw, Bendy?” Lily, the girl who had been sitting in front of him, asked. 

“Hmm... I dunno! Sweet potato pie, there’s so many things I could draw!” Bendy shrugged.

“Draw a dragon!” Hugo grinned from his seat. “I’m drawin’ one, you can do one too!”

Harrison, the boy next to him, shook his head. “Don’t force him, I’m sure he’ll figure something out.”

“You’d think it would be easy for a cartoon to know what to draw.” Molly laughed.

“I know!” Bendy blinked, before chuckling. “I’ve got an idea! I’m gonna draw somethin’ for Linda an’ Henry.” He whispered this to the small group around him.

“That sounds cute.” Lily smiled. “What for?”

“I dunno, I guess for lettin’ me do this. I’ve had a heck of a swell day! It’s da least I can do!” Bendy grinned as he picked up his pen and got to work on the sheet of paper that had been passed out.

He had finished his drawing by the time that class was over and stuck around for a few minutes, chatting with his friends about how he’d see them when he got him. The kids departed and Bendy was left with Linda, who finished with cleaning up things around the teacher’s desk.

After they dropped off the lesson plan at the front off, Bendy happily walked with Linda to the car. He told her about what he did at lunch and recess and how he couldn’t wait to tell Henry about his day. When they got him, Bendy bolted inside of the house, loudly yelling Henry’s name in excitement.

Linda chuckled softly to herself before she noticed that Bendy had left his school bag, seeing that it was open. She saw the draw he had done for class and took it out, smiled at the art.

It was of her and Henry, in Bendy’s art style, with the little toon in the middle. In his handwriting, he had written ‘thank you, mom & dad’ at the top of the drawing.

She smiled more as she got out, going to put this on the fridge for Henry to see and for her to tease the little devil about when he saw what she had did with his thank you art.

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Cheesy, cute, but I really like the idea of Bendy in school. (and if it was up to him, he’d be a student)

Also, I made a reference to an oc friend of Bendy’s from one of my own fanfics, and a few au name references in this too. :D

#bendy and the ink machine #batim #batim bendy #linda stein #henry x linda #henry stein #john's drabbles

[ofthewilderwest]

Anyways here’s my add brain’s idea of a history essay about the Cold War:

In Central Oklahoma born and raised, on the playground is where I spent most of my days; playing fantasy adventure games with my friends, we spent as much time as possible going over to the creek at school to explore. Lizards lizards lizards lizards lizards lizards lizards lizards lizards lizards lizards llllllliiiiiiiiiizzzzzzzzzzaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrddddddddddddssssssssss l i z a r d s l i z a r d s yeaaaaaah babey lizards are cool as heck can i write an essay about those funky little dudes instead of myself because i may not know much about myself but i sure as heck know about those scaly critters oh golly gosh this sucks

i hope filling the page with words makes it look like i’m doing something because i have absolutely no idea what to write. I remember nothing before the events of this week. And nothing has happened this week. Scooby dooby doo where are you.

Ha you know what a good word is? Plethora. Another good word? Puffin. But another good word is parakeet. Hey, they all start with the letter P! Nifty. Golly gosh i want to do something with this but what to do?

Think of their cry of their undying support. Prima donna your song shall never die think how you’ll shine in that final encore see these demands are rejected but if it’s loudly sung and in a foreign tongue it's just the sort of story audiences adore light up the stage sing prima donna once moooore. Okay thats a thing. A ghoooooost or rather a ghooOOOOoOoooOOOOooost aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa… nope im still uninspired.

Woah, google docs saves automatically?? That's totally tubular man! Perfect for a lazy cabbage like me. Piano noises. Ugh i really need to work on work. Work? Idk her. Did you know the basilisk lizard can run on water with their toe flaps? They slap the water with their big feet and create a little air pocket between their toe flaps, allowing them to remain buoyant enough to run on water. Crusty is a gross word. Worse than moist. Moist>crusty.

Textures. Triskaidekaphobia. Woah i spelled that perfectly. It would be cool to be a bicycle. Rollin’ around and having’ fun to see the world.

My wife and I sat at the bed of our only daughter Roxie. The bleak walls the decaying trees the utter depression of the soul the bitter ghost of everyday life the icy sinking of the heart for seventeen years our roxie had danced danced on the edge of a star but now following the loss of her only child a sickness has taken over. He child was stolen and she blames herself she is wasting away her liquid eyes her thin lips her pale skin her spiderweb hair floating in front of her face. Astonishment and dread in the house of usher……. Ugly.

Cannibalism is rather uncool. I could see where it could be necessary but i couldn’t just EAT A PERSON. It’s quite spicy in here. My hoodie isn’t doing any good. Alms, Alms for a miserable woman. I feel like an elderly ravioli rolling down a hill into a lake.

Wowie i kind of want a ravioli right now. Is this acceptable to turn in to [teacher]? Probably not. I really want a ravioli. I would walk 500 miles and I would walk 500 more for a ravioli now. Yum. This dude behind me is frickign on cool math games bro you really have no fear. Not to sound like a goth but, as a goth, I love Edgar Allan Poe’s stories. Wtf am I listening to I- oh yeah I like this song I forgot. Lizards Lizards Lizards.

This is peak creativity for me today. Still thinking about the ravioli. Penny Whistle solo from My Heart Will Go On. The sticker on my computer says [school]LAB529-38. It means i’m at [school name], lab 529, computer number 38. Litty.

I have absolutely no idea what to write. This isn’t even in mla format. Big chungus. Haha. whoops i almost used a comma instead of a period haha ya silly sausage. I sound like a chipmunk vacuum cleaner when i laugh. Go go gadget.

She thinks my tractor’s sexy. I hope not. I’m not part of the cars universe. Wait can i make a carsona? Is that allowed. That would be a rip-roarin funny time. My carsona is aaaaauuuuuuhhhhhh one of those baby cars that you run with your feet sticking out to drive

advertisement is a good word yeah it’s got a lot of syllables. Ssssyllablessssssssssss. Morphine.

My phone is blue, i have a blue phone, the poison the poison for kuzco the poison chosen specifically to kill kuzco kuzco’s poison that poison. Orange has the capability to be an awful color or a cool color. I just dont really like orange.

Sitting in a library bunch of books around meeeee wow the people i’m supposed to be with are sitting far away from me i’m all alone ):|> what if googgle haha googgle i spelled that wrong haha what if google didn’t exist and we were stuck with bing or yahoo or something that's super gross right?

Imm sleeby and i can’t go home until 8:00 unfortunately so i guess i’ll just suffer. There's a shiny nickel on the floor! Wow i might be 5 cents richer wait hold tf up there’s no cent symbol on the keyboard?? Really?????????????????????????? That irks me a lot.

Class will be over soon and the five hours or feet hurty dancy time. I gotta finish my candlestick hat but yaknow it will turn out ugly or smthn.

Do you ever just love your friends even if they are not talking to each other and suff you still love them wow my friends are queens i want to ea-

#add #actually add #long post

[uniquemekylieb]

You 👏 know 👏what👏 you 👏gotta 👏do 👏for Kylia (or Kaija, take your pick. Or both!)

Hmmm, I think I’ll do Kylia first and do Kaija (my poor girl, I still love you 😭) in another post~ Another few hours, annnnnd go!

SUPER DETAILED QUESTIONS ABOUT YOUR OC

1. What’s their full name? Why was that chosen? Does it mean anything?

- Her full name is Kylia Lucis Caelum. Her name was chosen from her father liking one name (Kylis) and her mother liking another (Ilia), and instead of choosing between the two, they decided to mash them together. Luckily, it turned out well.

2. Do they have any titles? How did they get them?

- She does; Her Royal Highness, Princess of Lucis. She acquired it by being born to royalty.

3. Did they have a good childhood? What are fond memories they have of it? What’s a bad memory of it?

- Her childhood was rather tumultuous. It was good overall, but her being a princess didn’t help it any. Fond memories include numerous times her mother would brush her hair, any times she and her brother played together, being able to be with her parents at all. A bad memory would be her mother’s passing.

4. What is their relationship with their parents? What’s a good and bad memory with them? Did they know both parents?

- Her relationship with her parents was a little strained, but otherwise really good. One of her good memories of them together are any of the times they would be able to put her to bed or otherwise spend time with her before bedtime when she was young. She has a particularly bad memory of when she was young; she was five and really wanted to spend time with her parents, playing, reading, dress up, tea parties, anything. However her parents, being the King and Queen of Lucis, were incredibly busy and burdened with their duties. They had told her they couldn’t at that moment, as they had many times before, and she just snapped at them, yelling how they were always too busy for her and she would never important enough. They ultimately postponed any other duties for the rest of the day and spent with her and her brother.

5. Do they have any siblings? What’s their names? What is their relationship with them? Has their relationship changed since they were kids to adults?

- She has one older brother; Noctis Lucis Caelum. Her relationship with him in the present is not where she would like it to be, and she tries her hardest to make it better. When they were kids they were extremely close (they are roughly 11 months apart in age), but as they grew up and their responsibilities grew and changed with them, they haven’t been as close as they once were, which Kylia wishes weren’t the case.

6. What were they like at school? Did they enjoy it? Did they finish? What level of higher education did they reach? What subjects did they enjoy? Which did they hate?

- She was an excellent student in her tutoring sessions and ultimately at the Royal Academy. She thoroughly enjoyed her studies, and she graduated with a Bachelor’s degree in only a year and half after her high school education at 19 due to the college classes she took during high school. She enjoyed most of her classes, some favorites being the fine arts classes, history, and english. She was okay with math and most sciences, but she absolutely despised chemistry.

7. Did they have lots of friends as a child? Did they keep any of their childhood friends into adulthood?

- Being the princess, she wasn’t given the opportunity to have too many friends a child. However, in her small circle of friends, she has kept all of them into adulthood; Lunafreya nox Fleuret, Ravus nix Fleuret, Trinity Lasitene, her brother, and Gladiolus Amicitia.

8. Did they have pets as a child? Do they have pets as an adult? Do they like animals?

- Unfortunately, she was able to have pets as a child as she wasn’t responsible enough to care for one on her own; as an adult she is now unable to own one due to her duties and responsibilities. However, she loves animals, and she love to own a dog someday.

9. Do animals like them? Do they get on well with animals?

- Animals like her rather well, however, for some reason cats do not tend to be fond of her.

10. Do they like children? Do children like them? Do they have or want any children? What would they be like as a parent? Or as a godparent/babysitter/etc?

- She likes children well enough. She isn’t fawning over them all the time, but she will be kind and gentle with them and try to be a good role model for them. She doesn’t have any children, but she would want them if she was married and deeply in love with her spouse. She worries sometimes that she wouldn’t be a good mother, but in reality she would be much like her own mother, gentle and patient and always loving. If she were anything other than a parent, however, she wouldn’t be as confident in her nurturing abilities.

11. Do they have any special diet requirements? Are they a vegetarian? Vegan? Have any allergies?

- She isn’t a vegan or vegetarian, but she tries her best to eat as healthy as she can. But sweets are a thing, so she has some trouble with being consistent. She doesn’t have any allergies.

12. What is their favourite food?

- She loves many kinds of food, so it’s hard for her to choose. However, some of her tops are noodles of any kind, spicy foods, many Galahdian dishes, and cakes.

13. What is their least favourite foods?

- She tends to dislike certain ingredients; cherries, sour cream, whipped cream, pudding, mushrooms.

14. Do they have any specific memories of food/ a restaurant/meal?

- Yes; during her secret relationship with Nyx, he introduced her to the packaged noodles that were from Galahd and she absolutely fell in love with them. After that he would bring her freshly made noodles when he could and they would picnic in her room together.

15. Are they good at cooking? Do they enjoy it? What do others think of their cooking?

- She isn’t the worst at cooking, considering she’s only cooked a handful of times, but she’s enjoyed it when she has. Only Trinity has tried her cooking, and she gave her a few tips to improve for the next time.

16. Do they collect anything? What do they do with it? Where do they keep it?

- She doesn’t actively collect anything; the things that would come closest to being collected would be clothes and video games. She loves playing and wearing them. Video games are in her media center and clothes are in her massive walk-in closet.

17. Do they like to take photos? What do they like to take photos of? Selfies? What do they do with their photos?

- Kylia hadn’t been interested in it too much until she met Prompto. As they became friends she became more interested in it. When she does take photos, she takes photos of what seems like everything, including selfies sometimes. However, she loves taking aesthetic photos the most. She doesn’t really do anything with them currently, but she’ll show Trinity and the guys.

18. What’s their favourite genre of: books, music, TV shows, films, video games and anything else?

- Books: YA, Romance, Poetry Music: All kinds except rap TV shows: Comedies, Dramas, Reality shows, Anime Films: Rom-coms, Dramas, Sci-fi Video Games: First person shooters, JRPG style, 3D platformers, Action, Thrillers

19. What’s their least favourite genre?

- Books: Most nonfiction Music: Rap TV shows: She isn’t sure yet. Films: Horror Video Games: Horror, bit games, side scrollers

20. Do they like musicals? Music in general? What do they do when they’re favourite song comes on?

- Kylia absolutely loves musicals (she wishes she could be in one), and she loves music. If her favorite song comes on, she either dances or sings like she’s performing it.

21. Do they have a temper? Are they patient? What are they like when they do lose their temper?

- She doesn’t really have to much of a temper, because she can be pretty patient. If she ever does lose her temper, her become sharp and can cut like a knife. A quiet rage kind of temper because she knows she can go on a tangent if she speaks.

22. What are their favourite insults to use? What do they insult people for? Or do they prefer to bitch behind someone’s back?

- She doesn’t have a particular favorite; sometimes they don’t even make sense. If she insults someone, it’ll be about their character. She will be harsh and sarcastic to their face, but prefers to actually insult them and bitxh behind their back.

23. Do they have a good memory? Short term or long term? Are they good with names? Or faces?

- She has a great long term memory, not so much with her short term memory. She is, however, really good with names and faces.

24. What is their sleeping pattern like? Do they snore? What do they like to sleep on? A soft or hard mattress?

- Her sleeping pattern is overall pretty good, but it can get pretty awful if any circumstances come into play. She doesn’t tend to snore, but if she does it’s really quiet. She likes to sleep on her stomach, one of her legs bent out to the side, the other straight out, and cuddling her pillow. She prefers a decently hard mattress with a little softness in it.

25. What do they find funny? Do they have a good sense of humour? Are they funny themselves?

- Kylia finds many things funny; videos, photos, people, situations. She has a good sense of humor most of the time. She tries to be funny, but it doesn’t always work. However, when she isn’t trying, she tends to be much funnier than when she is.

26. How do they act when they’re happy? Do they sing? Dance? Hum? Or do they hide their emotions?

- She can hide her emotions rather well, but around those she trusts, she will just tend to be in a really good mood and act accordingly. Occasionally, she’ll sing.

27. What makes them sad? Do they cry regularly? Do they cry openly or hide it? What are they like when they’re sad?

- Before the Fall, not much made her sad, just not being able to see her father and brother too often and the weight of her title and what came with it, with an occasional sad video or picture. After the Fall, the entire situation of what Lucis now is. She absolutely does not cry regularly. When she cries, she will try her best to hide it or hold it so she doesn’t bother others with it. When she’s sad, she will be much quieter and mope more.

28. What is their biggest fear? What in general scares them? How do they act when they’re scared?

- She has a lot of fears; death, falling from heights, rats to name a few. After the Fall, she seems to be afraid of more things than usual. When she’s scared, she’ll tend to freeze or tense up, her breath will quicken, and she’ll try to get away from what’s causing her fear. She’ll also talk a lot and very fast, and depending on its proximity to her, she may squeal or shout.

29. What do they do when they find out someone else’s fear? Do they tease them? Or get very over protective?

- If she finds out someone else’s fear, she will do her best to keep it away from them or not cause it. She will be over protective of them if someone tries to use it against them or tease them about it.

30. Do they exercise? Regularly? Or only when forced? What do they act like pre-workout and post-workout?

- Before the Fall, her exercise was regular with her weapons training. After the Fall, her exercise has turned into a lot of cardio from running and strength from fighting. Gladio will help her with her exercise sometimes. Pre-workout tends to be her regular self; post-workout, though, she will be tired and not nearly the same as usual.

31. Do they drink? What are they like drunk? What are they like hungover? How do they act when other people are drunk or hungover? Kind or teasing?

- She does drink, more than she did before the Fall, which was only on special occasions. When she’s drunk is much more outgoing and fun, talking easily and without trouble but definitely concentrating when she tries to walk. She hasn’t ever had a hangover, amazingly. If people she doesn’t know are drunk around her, she’ll be extremely uncomfortable, but if it’s those she trusts, she’ll be a mix of kind and teasing.if they’re hung over, she’ll be much kinder.

32. What do they dress like? What sort of shops do they buy clothes from? Do they wear the fashion that they like? What do they wear to sleep? Do they wear makeup? What’s their hair like?

- Kylia dresses in all sorts of things, from ballgowns to sweats. If she buys any clothes, she’ll get them from all sorts of stores from low to high-end. She’s always worn whatever fashion she wanted, considering it’s appropriate for where she’s going and the occasion. When she sleeps she will wear shorts and a camisole in the summer, and in the winter she will wear fleecy pajama pants and some sort of thermal shirt with fuzzy socks. Before the Fall, she would wear more makeup than she does after the fall, which is now just mascara, tinted moisturizer, minimal eyebrows, the slightest bit of blush, and a tinted lip balm. Her hair before the Fall was always exquisitely done in some sort of hairstyle, but now it’ll either be just brushed and down, or in a low maintenance ponytail or braid.

33. What underwear do they wear? Boxers or briefs? Lacey? Comfy granny panties?

- Kylia has sorts of underwear (none of the male kind). On a regular basis, she’ll wear cotton cheeky or hipster panties with a bit of lace on the edges, and if she’s trying to impress someone (😏) they’ll be lacy all over and possibly a thong. However, if she’s on her menstrual cycle, it’s granny panties all they way.

34. What is their body type? How tall are they? Do they like their body?

- Kylia is 5'7" with thin build. She really doesn’t have any kind of opinion on her body, but at times when her mental health takes a dive she won’t be the most comfortable with it.

35. What’s their guilty pleasure? What is their totally unguilty pleasure?

- Guilty pleasures: Self pleasure 😏👀 (she tries not to indulge too much), certain songs, daydreaming of the past and what could have been Unguilty pleasures: Too many to list.

36. What are they good at? What hobbies do they like? Can they sing?

- Kylia has many hobbies she enjoys when she can do them, which includes, dancing, singing, drawing, playing video games (with or without Noctis), and sewing. She can sing very well, and anyone who has heard her hasn’t been disappointed. During their relationship, Nyx would have her sing quietly to him sometimes during their rendezvous’.

37. Do they like to read? Are they a fast or slow reader? Do they like poetry? Fictional or nonfiction?

- She does like to read, and she’s a rather fast reader. She does like poetry and fictional novels, with an occasional nonfiction here and there.

38. What do they admire in others? What talents do they wish they had?

- She wishes she could do a lot of different things, most notably garden and drive. She admires others ability to motivate themselves in a snap; she needs to work up to that motivation a little.

39. Do they like letters? Or prefer emails/messaging?

- She does like letters; she thinks it’s much more personal being able to see the senders handwriting. While she likes messaging, she hates emails.

40. Do they like energy drinks? Coffee? Sugary foods? Or can they naturally stay awake and alert?

- Kylia doesn’t really like energy drinks, but she does like sugary foods and has been gradually been warming up to coffee (thanks to a certain advisor). However she can stay awake and alert most of the time without those things.

41. What’s their sexuality? What do they find attractive? Physically and mentally? What do they like/need in a relationship?

- She considers herself to be straight (although the slightest bit curious) and polyamorous. Physically, there’s not too much, but she does like a tall stature, toned muscles, a 👌 voice, and an overall nice face. Mentally, she likes if they are stable, just as (if not a little more) intelligent than she is, well-read, and mature (though still with some childlike attributes). She wants to be able to laugh and have fun with her partner, to be able to lean on and rely on them if she’s struggling, to feel secure and loved by them always, and they have to see eye to eye with her on certain political and other topics.

42. What are their goals? What would they sacrifice anything for? What is their secret ambition?

- Her main goal is to live the happiest life she can, and whatever that entails. She would sacrifice anything for those she loved to be safe and happy. Her not-so-secret ambition is to save and restore Lucis.

43. Are they religious? What do they think of religion? What do they think of religious people? What do they think of non religious people?

- She has an odd relationship with religion. While she does pray to the Astrals, she doesn’t live her life by the “religion”. She doesn’t mind religion, as long as people don’t let it consume their lives and force it on others. She doesn’t have any certain opinions on people who are and aren’t religious.

44. What is their favourite season? Type of weather? Are they good in the cold or the heat? What weather do they complain in the most?

- Kylia loves the fall the most, hands down. She loves every single aspect of it. She loves either cool rainy days or when the sun is out but the air is crisp and cool. She’s much better in the cold than she is in the heat, which is why she is insufferable in the late spring and summer.

45. How do other people see them? Is it similar to how they see themselves?

- Considering she is a public figure, there are people who see her one way or another, but overall the people of Lucis adore her. There is just a select few who actively try to take her out (garbage jesus). In a way, it is both similar and not to the way she sees herself.

46. Do they make a good first impression? Does their first impression reflect them accurately? How do they introduce themselves?

- Kylia does her best to make a good first impression, especially as she is a royal. Her first impression always reflects herself accurately. She will tend to introduce herself with a smile; any other interactions depend on the person.

47. How do they act in a formal occasion? What do they think of black tie wear? Do they enjoy fancy parties and love to chit chat or loathe the whole event?

- Kylia acts with the utmost etiquette of a princess as she has been groomed to throughout her whole life. She doesn’t mind black tie wear at all; she absolutely loves getting dressed to the nines and wearing gorgeous gowns. As for how she enjoys the event, it depends. If her depression or anxiety flare up, she struggles to get through it, but if they don’t, she will be just fine and enjoy the occasion.

48. Do they enjoy any parties? If so, what kind? Do they organize the party or just turn up? How do they act? What if they didn’t want to go but were dragged Long by a friend?

- It’s hard to say, seeing as she’s never been to that kind of party. But hypothetically, she would probably just show up, maybe organize on occasion. She would most likely mingle with her closest friends and occasionally mingle with new faces. If she were dragged along, she would stay with that friend most of the time or leave.

49. What is their most valued object? Are they sentimental? Is there something they have to take everywhere with them?

- Kylia has one thing she treasures the most: a music box with a beautiful glass unicorn inside that has gold accents. It was given to her by her mother, and she loves it more than any other thing. She can be very sentimental with her things. One thing that’s always on her is a beautiful pendant necklace her father gave her for her 16th birthday. Other than that, it would be her phone.

50. If they could only take one bag of stuff somewhere with them, what would they pack? What do they consider their essentials?

- She would take the essentials to live: clothes, shoes, toiletries, hair brush, feminine products, medical supplies. She would take her phone charger, a blanket and small pillow, and a few sentimental things for her to feel a little more at home.

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Could you write a fic about Bing or Google learning that (about not being able to go in water)?

Yeeep, I was already planning to! Here you go!

MP Fanfiction - Testing The Waters

Everything had happened quickly, as all accidents did. When Bing sawGoogle slip quietly out of Egos Incorporated, his insatiable curiosity hadsparked. Bing had only been manifested a short time ago, but he had seen enoughto know that the older Ego wasn’t particularly stealthy on a normal day, soperhaps this was abnormal. None ofthe others had seen him leave, so, being the go-getter that he was, Bing hadflipped his skateboard onto its wheels with the toe of his shoe and followed.

By his standards, he was being an absolute ninja—walking like an animal, flowing with the terrain, controllinghis breathing and whirring, all the tips Wikihow could supply him with. Evenso, he had only been following Google for about fifteen minutes before theblue-clad android turned on his heel and snarledat him, bared teeth and all. Bing yelped out a sharp, censored curse,scrambling to backpedal.

“Are you finished making a fool of yourself yet?” Google spat, bristlingwith a threatening whirr and staring down his nose at Bing, who scuffed hisfree foot against the pavement and jammed his hands into his pockets.

“Well, are you?” he shot back. It wasn’t the best comeback he’d ever had,but he had to stick with it. “Sneakin’ out of Egos Inc. like you’re goin’ allstealth mode—it didn’t work, by the way—and I followed you for a good longwhile before you noticed!”

“I heard you the second you closed the door behind you. Even if you hadmanaged to close it without my notice, the wheels of your skateboard gave you away,” Google deadpanned, his voice drippingderision.

“…Oh.” After a moment of awkward silence, Bing perked up, pushing hissunglasses higher up his nose as he noticed where they were. “Would you look atthat? Come here, old bot, and I’ll show you what my radical board is good for!” With that, he had picked up hisskateboard and was dragging Google by the collar toward the gate leading into thepark. The only way he managed to wrangle Google inside was because he had takenhim by surprise, but judging by the swipe at his arm, which Bing narrowlydodged, he released him just in time to avoid a few broken fingers.

“What are you doing?” Google demanded as Bing strode proudly toward thepond.

“I’ll bet ya I can get up the speed to hop the pond on the first try!” heannounced, to which Google shifted his weight back, looking thoroughlyunimpressed.

“I’ll bet that you’ll hit a cleft in the ground, fall, and break yourneck before you get there,” he huffed. “I don’t have time to indulge you andyour stunts.” As he spun to leave, Bing’s smirk fled and he tossed hisskateboard onto the ground.

“I’ll prove you wrong! If I do it, you tell me what kind of mission you’redoing on the D.L.! If I can’t clear it, well, I’ll go home and I won’t keepriding you.” Google ignored him as he moved back toward the gate, so Bingscowled further, doubling his fists. “What’s wrong, Rusty? You scared of a bet?!”

That stopped him dead in his tracks. He stood motionless for severalseconds, trembled slightly—no doubt in rage—and then lifted his head. When hepivoted and reapproached, his face was an expressionless mask, but hisnaturally brown eyes were burning with blue. He said nothing as he shoulderedpast Bing, kicking the skateboard to the side in the process, before plantinghimself by the edge of the pond.

“Well?” he snapped, gesturing expectantly at the surface of the water,which sparkled and danced in the sunlight. “I’m waiting.”

“Don’t get your gears in a crunch.” That said, Bing readjusted hisskateboard, planting his foot squarely and leaning back on his other heel,squinting at the water, trying to gauge just how much power he had to put intohis jump. He wasn’t the best at math, but he figured the same amount of push heput into getting halfway down the stairs would be enough!

Google was tapping his foot now, Bing noted, eyes narrowing further, hiscore tightening in his chest.

This was going to be easy—just a simple jump. If he was feeling sassymid-jump, maybe he’d put a little flip into the board, just to rub it in Google’sface that much more. He was gonna show him. He was gonna humiliate him. Themental image of the shock on Google’s face when he cleared the pond was so, so sweet. Bing craved it, now morethan ever.  

He could feel the power at his disposal as soon as he pushed off; it wasgoing to be more than enough. He could already feel the elation, the pride, thevalidation, the reward—

As soon as the board’s front wheels left the ground, however, an irongrip snagged Bing’s arm, hauling him out of the air and sending him flying theopposite direction. He hit the grass with a startled grunt and rolled a fewfeet, lying stunned for a moment before pushing upright and staring indisbelief up at Google, who stood holding up his skateboard by two fingers. Hewaved it tauntingly.

“What the…? You—!” Bing’s next several words were censored by his SafeSearch as he scrambled furiously to his feet. “What’s your problem?! That was a perfect shot!”

“I guess not,” Google sighed, feigning sympathy, but the size of his grinbetrayed it. “And since the bet was that you clear the pond on the first try—and you didn’t—I guess youhave to slink on home. You never said I couldn’t interfere. Now let me get onwith my work. You should work on yourjumps.” That said, he set the skateboard down and idly nudged it with his foot.Bing watched, openmouthed, as it rolled slowly over to him, and then glanced upat Google, who was walking back toward the path without a care in the world.

No.

Hands found board, feet found purchase, arms found air, and he swung ashard as he could, screaming something unintelligible. The crack as the skateboardconnected with Google’s head was much louder to his ears but even that wasdrowned out as the older Ego was thrown back and splashed thunderously into thepond.

As soon as he struck, Google sparked, contorted and screamed—a horrifying,garbled, high-pitched wail of agony that Bing never wanted to hear again. Hestumbled back as Google flailed and floundered, electricity spewing out of hischest for several long seconds. As it died down, so did his struggle, hisscrambling slowing to defective twitches and his screams petering out into alow, crackling whine. Even that fell silent after another few moments and therehe lay, stiff and smoking.

No…

No, no, no, no—

The skateboard, the deadly weapon, fell with a clatter, completelyabandoned as Bing sprinted to the edge of the pond, gasping as he leaned toreach out and then flinched back. The water—if he reached in—Wait—The tip ofGoogle’s shoe was just poking up out of the perilous pool. Thinking fast, Bingsnatched at it as best he could, dragging Google’s dripping leg up with it assoon as he latched on properly. The rest of his waterlogged frame followed andit was only when he was lying unconscious on the shore that Bing felt free topanic.

“Google—Google, I didn’t mean to—oh, man, oh, man, what’ve I—? Oh, man—”Gripping Google’s shoulders, he shook him a little, pleading nervously, “C-C’mon,wake up, you gotta—” What was it they always did on the shows? Check for apulse… Gnawing frantically on his lower lip, Bing pulled on Google’s soppingwet shirt, sliding a few tentative fingers under it toward his core, probing.

What if I’vekilled him?! I didn’t mean to kill him—If Dark finds out I’ve killed him, he’lltear my head off without a second thought! The Host will erase me from history!A sudden spark sent a jolt up his arm, startling him out of his agonizingthoughts, and he didn’t waste any more time, shoving his hand into the rim ofGoogle’s core, hooking his fingers on the wiring. His skin tingled as soon ashe made contact and then he could sense it: electricity.

“There’s still time!” he burst out, glancing up at Google’s pale facewith a near-sob of relief. Instinctively he brushed at the wet strands of hair,hissing through his teeth as he saw the sizeable gash his skateboard had madein Google’s forehead. “You’re good, you’re gonna be fine—the doc can fix you! Ijust gotta get ya there! S-Sorry—” Scooping Google into his arms, gritting histeeth against the dead weight, he ran.

“The, uh, the old fart’s gonna be okay, right, doc?” Bing ventured as Dr.Iplier emerged from his lab. “You were in there for a century and a half…”

“You didn’t expect me to rush, did you?” Dr. Iplier huffed. “He wasdying. Frankly, I’m surprised he didn’t die as soon as he hit the water. If hewas anyone else, even any of the duplicate Googles, I’m pretty certain he would’veFaded right in front of you.”

Something distinctly uncomfortable tightened in Bing’s throat and hischest. He swallowed around it and took a deep breath. “But he’s gonna be up andat ’em soon?”

“Once his self-repair systems can work on their own again, yes. You cango see for yourself, if you’d like,” the doctor offered, nodding toward thedoor.

Facing Google was frankly the last thing he wanted to do, but Bing hadpride to account for. He had to act guiltless. After all, he’d told Dr. Iplierthat Google had tripped into the water, not that he’d been pushed, so…no onehad to know about his guilt. If he avoided Google because of it, though, he wassure to tattle to Dark as soon as he was back on his feet. If he visited him,however, Google may keep it between them and treat it like another privatereason to hate him.

“Are you going or staying?” Dr. Iplier prompted, recapturing hisattention.

“Uhh, staying,” he blurted out, rising. “Thanks, doc. You’re the man.”With that, he pushed the door open, shuffling slowly toward the medical bed. Onthe bedside table, he could see Google’s glasses, the frames warped and thelenses cracked, and something about it made his stomach turn. Even so, his eyescouldn’t resist drifting to the glasses’ owner. He expected Google to open hiseyes and look at him, his gaze filled with loathing and fury, but they stayedclosed.

He looked…vulnerable like this,Bing realized in disbelief, moving around the bed and sinking onto the edge ofthe nearby stool. His face was still unnaturally pale and the circuitry visiblethrough the gash in his forehead flickered faintly, working to repair thedamage from within. Now that he was paying attention, Bing could see the dentingalong his forehead and jawline, leading to his parted lips and the thin tube betweenthem, draining excess water out of his throat and into a bag.

Did the doc actuallyuse a catheter on his throat? Bingwondered, a weak laugh finding its way out of his own throat, but it diedhalfway. There were drains plugged into his core too, the places Bing himselfhad searched for any sign of life. His hands tightened between his knees.

“You owe me big time, y’know that?” he muttered. “I could’ve…I could’vejust let you die. Fade. Right in front of me. I bet you would’ve if it’d been me, right, man?” His thoughts turnedback to the moment when Google grabbed his arm, wrenching him away from thewater. But that had been to humiliate him, hadn’t it? He’d done that just to “interfere”…hadn’the? What if he hadn’t?

Google was pompous and sadistic and selfish. He hadn’t done it to save him! He did it because…he wanted tokill Bing himself, on his own terms and timeline. He wouldn’t let him die tohis own stunt.

But didn’t that mean he had savedhim, even if it was for the wrong reasons?

“Why do you have to be such a—? Ugh, I hate you…” Running a handfrustratedly through his hair, Bing glanced down at the floor and then back atGoogle. “I hate you,” he repeated, more slowly…testingly.

“I hate you.”

How did it feel, saying it to his face?

“I hate you. I hate you.”

The more he repeated it…the better it felt. He sat up straighter, lookingGoogle up and down.

“I hate you.”

He wasn’t so tough.

“I hate you.”

A little water had stopped the big, bad Google dead. He would’ve diedright there.

“I hate you.”

He remembered Google’s smile as he taunted him, waving his skateboard. Hehad left his skateboard behind for him! The anger returned then, stirringkeenly in his chest.

“I hate you. I hate you.”

The anger felt…good. Refreshing. Really, really good, he realized, a surprised smile tugging at his lips. Isthis how Google felt towards him all the time?

Why hadn’t he let himself feel this sooner?

“I—hate—you, Google,” he hissed,leaning in close, elated by the fact that Google couldn’t do anything to pushhim back. “So…so…much.”

#youtube #markiplier #googleplier #bingiplier #dr iplier #fanfiction #youtube fanfiction #fanart #youtube fanart #fanfiction counts as art #violence #major character injury #whump #well okay then #that ended more ominously than i thought it would #answered ask #Anonymous

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Long Goodbye: Chapter 4

AN: Two posts in one night!  I will never accomplish this again. Also, I have decided that Genji is a precious cinnamon roll that needs to be protected from Hanzo.

When Hanzo reached the lobby, he looked around before spotting who he was looking for leaning against a column.  As he approached this person, he could see why Genji hadn’t assumed that this was who they were supposed to be meeting.  McCree’s hat was completely gone, giving Hanzo a full view of his chocolate brown hair.  The cowboy was also wearing a dark grey Johnny Cash shirt, tan shorts, and black sneakers over white ankle socks.  In other words, he looked like every other teenage boy that Hanzo had seen here.  

After taking in a breath, Hanzo asked, “What do you want?”

McCree chuckled as he held out a box shaped object, “Helluva way to greet your new business associate, boss.”

Rolling his eyes, Hanzo all but snatched the gift from McCree as he retorted, “I thought the boss of Jesse McCree is Jesse McCree.”

“Shh,” McCree hissed as he pulled Hanzo closer to the column.  There was really no one out here except for the front desk person, and they weren’t paying attention, but still the damn cowboy insisted on discretion.  “Don’t say my name so loud.  I’ll hav’ta take pictures and sign shit.  Why d’ya think I’m dressed like this?”

“Because you have no taste,” Hanzo fired immediately.  While Jesse recovered from that, the young Japanese man finally looked down at his gift to find that it was actually a box made of jade and trimmed in gold.  It was beautiful, and now Hanzo couldn’t stop running his fingers along the smooth stone.  “Where did you get this?”

“Told ya I could get you anything,” Jesse was found to be smugly smiling.  

Surprisingly, or perhaps not, Hanzo found himself staring at Jesse while lost for words.  After a few moments, he looked down at the box again and then brought it to his nose.  “It smells funny.  Is there something inside?”  Opening it, he caught a glimpse of a small plastic bag with something green inside before McCree hastily shut the lid.

“So that’s where that went,” the cowboy laughed, rubbing the back of his neck.  “Well, not like I can’t get more.  Call it a two for one.”

Hanzo was a bit speechless again as he looked over this person.  Trouble was the word that immediately came to mind.  Jesse McCree was definitely trouble with his brown eyes and his damn smile and those lips.  Wait.  Why was Hanzo even looking at his damn lips?

“I have to go,” he turned quickly.  “My brother is sick.”

“Oh no, Genji!”

Hanzo was starting to rush away, but he could hear footfalls right behind him.  Turning again, he sighed, “Listen, I have to take care of my brother.  I don’t have time for…”

“Well, can’t I see him?  I just wanna see if he’s alright.  Please?”

What the hell was this - puppy dog eyes?  Hanzo wanted to punch him, but then he thought that would just lead to more of this pathetic look.  Grumbling for Jesse to come on, he led the way to the stairs.  “I thought you were supposed to be some hard criminal.”

“I get hard when I need to,” McCree replied.

“I should push you down the stairs,” Hanzo grumbled, but the damn cowboy only laughed.  What kind of odd person was he?

At least he knew how to be quiet.  Once he was done laughing, he didn’t say another word until Hanzo opened the room door and let him inside.  Genji was up again and was flipping through the channels, but when he saw the cowboy, his face lit up.

“McCree, what are you doing here?!”

“Yes, what IS he doing here?”  Hanzo gave his brother a suspicious look.  

“I gave him your number, but…” Genji was cut off by McCree flopping on the bed next to him and immediately getting comfortable.

“This is nice, ain’t it?  I always wanted to stay in this place, but you gotta be 18 to a book a room.”

“And you’re not 18?”  Hanzo’s eyes nearly rolled out of his head.  Once again, he was ready to go mining for salt.

“I’ve got a few months.  You wanna come to my birthday party?”

Hanzo rolled his eyes again as he went to his bed and sat the box down on the nightstand.  “Genji, should we start to think about dinner?”

“I can take you guys some place again,” Jesse immediately suggested.

“You two go,” Genji grimaced.  “My mouth has a disgusting taste.”

“Kay, well it’s just me and Hanzo then,” the damn cowboy didn’t seem too upset about this at all.  In fact, he looked happy with his ankles crossed and his arms behind his head.  “Or we can order room service.”

‘Or you can get out’, Hanzo was thinking.   But he knew enough not to say it that way.  Instead, he shook his head, “No, I will be alright.  I have leftovers from yesterday.”

“You threw that away,” Genji spoke, immediately ruining the excuse.  “And maid service took it out while we were gone, I think, because the trash is empty except for puke.”

“You threw away a $200 steak?”  McCree stared at him in disbelief and then shook his head.  “Wow, that’s some privilege right there.  I mean, I got money, but I ain’t got it like that…”

Now aggravated, Hanzo started towards the door, “Whatever!  Take me to get food then!”

“Alright!  See you later, Genji,” Jesse sat up and pat the other’s leg before following Hanzo out.

The eldest Shimada brother was grumpy yet again, and much the same as last night, he was unable to put the why into exact words.  Instead, he let his angry feet carry him out onto the sidewalk in front of the hotel, where anger turned to embarrassment at the fact that he didn’t know where to go from there.

“This way,” McCree stepped in front of him and led to a parking lot across the way.  

Hanzo followed Jesse to the passenger side of an orange-red pickup truck.  The cowboy got the door and then pulled out a stack of books, which he threw into the bed.  Then he smiled and went around to the driver’s side.  Hanzo was a little curious, and so once he and Jesse were in and rolling, he asked, “What were those books?”

“Algebra, European History, and some other second hand textbooks,” McCree shrugged, looking straight ahead.  “Just grabbed them today before stoppin’ in to see you.”

“You’re going to read those?”  Hanzo found himself impressed to see the other’s nod.  Now endlessly curious, he asked, “But why?  Aren’t you an outlaw?”

“Just in case the outlaw business stops payin’ the bills, gotta have somethin’ to fall back on, don’t I?”  Jesse shot him a smirk.  Then he turned serious.  “No, I um… didn’t get much out of schoolin’ mostly cause I didn’t go a lot of the time.  Could pass the hell outta any math class, though.  Last teacher I had said I had real aptitude.”

“So why don’t you just go to school?”  Hanzo asked.

Jesse’s eyes were on the road as he made a turn, but he answered, “Cause school’s the first place they go lookin’ for you.”

“Who is they?” Hanzo furrowed his brow.  For once, the cowboy wasn’t smiling.  This situation seemed bad.

“Well, I’mma outlaw, right?”  the reply came with a shrug.

Hanzo had so many questions, but they were put on a backburner when he saw that Jesse was turning into the parking lot of that steakhouse.  Reaching out, he put his hand on the other’s to stop him from turning off the truck’s engine.  

“No,” he shook his head.  “Not here.”

“What’s wrong with here?”  McCree asked with a wrinkled brow.

“Here is where you go when you’re trying to impress someone with a $200 steak.  I don’t want to be impressed.  Take me somewhere you go when you just want to eat and not worry about impressing someone.”

“You’re… a really strange man, Hanzo.  But ok!”

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Hanzo was a little unsurprised that they ended up in the Railyard Arts district again, this time walking together through the farmer’s market.  They entered an area of dirt and gravel where several food trucks were parked in a large circle around a group of picnic tables. The trees in this area were strung with bauble shaped lights, and at the center of the ring of trucks was an icehouse serving beer.  Jesse led the way to one truck and ordered while Hanzo looked around. A few minutes later, the smiling young man presented a cardboard food container.

“Here ya go!  Frito pie!”

“What?” Hanzo asked as he was given the container to hold.  

Jesse grabbed one of the two forks stuck into it and immediately dug in, “It’s the best, I swear it.  Fritos on the bottom, then chilli and cheese and a little tabasco sauce for extra kick.”

Hanzo grabbed the other fork and had a cautious taste.  Making a face, he ate a little more before pushing the rest into Jesse’s hands.  “Too spicy, but it isn’t bad.”

Jesse had a little more before throwing the remainder in the trash.  Then he pulled Hanzo to another truck.  “Ok, this’ll be a change of pace then.  I always get the meat sampler.”

They were at a barbecue truck now.  Jesse ordered and they were given another of those containers, this time holding a chicken leg and wing, two slices of brisket, two ribs, and a few pieces of sausage.  

“Pick a table, will ya?  For this, we need beer!”

Hanzo chose a spot in the shade of one of the trees and the furthest away from other people that he could get.  A few minutes later, McCree joined him with two plastic cups of beer, sitting one down in front of Hanzo.  

“They let you buy beer?”

McCree grinned as he pulled out his wallet and put a driver’s license down in front of Hanzo.  Picking it up, Hanzo read the name aloud, “Joel Morricone.  Is that your real name?”

“Naw, that’s my super secret name,” Jesse chuckled as he took the license back.  “I mean, I really do have a valid driver’s license if that’s what you’re worried about.  Just ain’t 21.”

“And you don’t look it, either,” Hanzo remarked as he used one of the plastic forks to try some of the sausage.  While chewing, his face lit up with delight.  This wasn't bad at all!  In fact, he liked it so much that he ate all of the pieces without saving McCree any.

But the other was content with eating his half of everything else.  He seemed to be just happy that Hanzo liked the barbecue.  Once they were finished, he got up and threw out the container. Then he briefly returned to the table in order to tell Hanzo,  “Stay there.  Next course!”

Hanzo had to admit that he was looking forward to seeing what this would be.  Usually, he didn’t mix foods like this, but everything about today was unusual.  For one thing, he was starting to have fun.

Jesse came back and sat down a container with two tacos and two bottles of Coke.  Grinning from ear to ear, he announced, “Street tacos!  The best in all of Santa Fe, in my humblest of opinions.  Go first.”

Hanzo did just that, biting into one while Jesse drowned the other one with the contents of a hot sauce package.  Once again, Hanzo that he liked what he was served, and he finished it quickly.  Then he started to eye what was left of Jesse’s taco.

“Go on,” the other offered.  “It’s gonna be hot, though.”

“I can take it,” Hanzo spoke confidently.

Too confidently.  While at first it seemed he was going to be alright, he had finished the taco too quickly.  The burning happened all at once, and he started to sweat as he chugged the Coke and then what was left of his beer.  

“Oh no!”  Jesse laughed.  “Nooo, the Coke was the worst idea!  I’mma get you another beer.  Just drink what’s left of mine while I’m gone!”

He did just that, and when Jesse returned with another cup of beer, he downed that desperately.  Then he belched, making the other laugh even more.  “That was spicy, yet satisfying,” he said, making McCree nearly fall over.

Hanzo was amused with his amusement, and actually chuckled a little as he helped himself to the other’s leftover Coke as well.

“Ok, I think I can fit one more place,” the cowboy said when he recovered from laughing.  

“What about that one?” Hanzo pointed to a truck that read Goomba’s.

“I never ate at that one,” McCree replied as he turned to look at it.  “Think it’s new.”

“Then this will be a new experience for the both of us,” Hanzo replied, getting up and then going around to pull Jesse up.  “Come on.”

They walked over together and then stopped to look at what was on offer.  Hanzo had never really eaten anything other than pasta when it came to Italian food, and so he was unfamiliar with a lot of what was available.  Thankfully, he had McCree.

“Ok, I got this,” the cowboy said as he stepped up to order.  “We want the meatballs and the Italian beef sandwich.”

“That is a lot of food,” Hanzo cautioned when the other stepped away to wait next to him.

“I know, but we’ll make it somehow.  The good thing’s I’m drivin’, so there’s that.  You ever walk on a full stomach?”

Hanzo nodded, “I have.  And also stairs.  It was torture, but worth it.”

He couldn’t believe he was going to repeat that mistake, but sure enough, they went back to their table with two more containers of food.  It was a struggle.  They finished the four meatballs and marina, but only half of the sandwich.

“I can’t eat anything else,” Jesse complained as they started to walk back towards his truck.

“Same,” Hanzo agreed.

But then he saw a gelato stand, and that sealed their doom.  He did take pity on poor Jesse and got a single cup of green tea for them to share.  They found a children’s playground and sat next to each other on the swings to have dessert.

This was oddly quiet.  Every now and then, they would share a glance, but neither of them seemed to have anything to say until they finished and McCree threw out the cup.  A bit after returning, he pointed to one of the tall climbing structures connected to a slide.

“Let’s go up there.  I wanna lay down a bit.  I think I’m dyin’.”

“You want to go on the children’s playground equipment?”  Hanzo questioned even as he got up and started to follow Jesse.

“Ain’t that long ago we were kids, right?” Jesse shrugged before jumping up onto the monkey bars and climbing over to the platform.  

Not one to be shown up, Hanzo did the same and then laid down on the metal surface next to the other.  By now, night had fallen and they were staring up at a beautiful sky full of stars.

“This was… actually fun,” Hanzo remarked at length of staring up.

“Did’ya think it was gonna be horrible?”

“Maybe,” Hanzo smirked while still looking up.  “I didn’t know where to expect we would go.”

“Guess that’s fair,” McCree answered.  “I thought it would be horrible cause I thought you’d hate everything.”

“Hm, that seems like me doesn’t it?  It seems like I’m allergic to fun.”

He heard shuffling and turned on his side to see that Jesse had done the same.  It wasn’t the most comfortable, but he chose to endure it in order to continue looking at the other young man’s actually rather handsome face.

“You’re not even that much older than me, are you?” McCree questioned.  “How old are you?”

“18,” Hanzo replied with a shrug.  “And you are what?  17?”

“Mhm,” McCree nodded.  “You seemed surprised before, but I’m used to it.  I’m a criminal child prodigy.”

“I’m not sure you should be proud of that,” Hanzo frowned.

But Jesse only shrugged, “It is what it is, ya know.  I gotta get by, same as anyone else.  There ain’t a lot of prospects for a high school drop out. ‘Sides, ain’t you from a whole criminal family?  Oh yeah, I do my homework.  I know all about the Shimada family.”

“Do you really do your homework?” Hanzo retorted, hoping to change the subject as well.  “You’re a high school dropout, after all.”

“Hm,” Jesse turned onto his back again.  “Ain’t by choice.  It’s like I said.  The first place they look for you is at school.  Can’t just enroll myself in a new one.  Can’t go back to the old one.”

“Because you are a criminal?”  Hanzo asked, turning onto his back again as well.

“Somethin’ like that,” Jesse replied. “I’ll tell you someday.  Prolly aint as complicated as I make it sound, but…”  He paused with a sigh and then scooted his body closer to Hanzo.  “Tell me somethin’ bout you.  Make it somethin’ I wouldn’t know by researchin’ your family or anything like that.”

He actually did try to think of something, only to end up frowning and shaking his head.  “No, there’s nothing really to tell.  I am not interesting.”

“Wouldn’t keep botherin’ you if I thought that was true,” Jesse replied.  

“All you know is about my family, so how can you make that assessment?”

McCree turned on his side again, “I think the best judge of what interests me is me.  Come on.  Tell me something.  Anything.”

Hanzo sighed, “Fine.  I’ll tell you that my life is very strict and boring.  At home, I would never have eaten so much food in one night.  I certainly would not be up here with you.  I am only doing these things because… well… I don’t know why.”

“I think I knew that, actually,” hearing this, Hanzo turned to find the other smirking at him.  The young man nodded, “Yeah, I’m sure I knew that.  I can see it when I look at you.  You’re all reserved and well behaved and all, but there’s somethin’ in you that’s just wantin’ to burst out, and it does every now and then, but only just a little.  I’m right about that, ain’t I?”

Maybe too right.  Hanzo didn’t want to talk about it any further, and so instead, he deflected by asking, “And you?  Make it something other than ‘I’m a delinquent child prodigy’.”

“Damn, that’s my whole identity,” McCree chuckled and then shrugged.  “I can tell you somethin’ you guessed already, I bet.  I ran away from home.”

“I thought so,” Hanzo sighed and then laid on his back again.  “It bothers me because family is so important to my culture.  You ran away from yours.”

“I know,” Jesse laid down as well and sighed.  “I know.  Running away was stupid, but I did it, and I don’t know how to go back.”

Sadly, Hanzo couldn’t say that he hadn’t thought about it at least once.  There were times he had received the harshest of punishments, and while his body was sore and bruised, he had felt bitterness at seeing how carefree his younger brother seemed to live.  But it had always been just a thought.  He could never imagine just leaving his family.  Either McCree was very brave or his life had been very terrible.  Hanzo found himself wanting to know which it was, and so he turned to ask.

“Why?  Why did you run?”

“It’s a long and complicated story,” McCree answered.

“Tell me,” Hanzo demanded, moving so that the other had to look up at him.

He saw the other young man swallow several times before sighing.  “It’s because I was stupid.  I didn’t know how to see a good thing for exactly what it was.  So when things got too good, I panicked and ran.”

“Are you going to be just vague?”  Hanzo frowned.

“Yeah, tonight,” McCree smirked.  “It’s a heavy subject.  Don’t even know why I brought it up.  Or well, I mean, I thought if I told you somethin’ heavy like that, you’d open up just a little.”

“Why do you care if I do?”

He didn’t know why he asked something that he knew the answer to.  Later on, he wouldn’t be able to say who moved first, but before he knew it, his lips were meeting Jesse’s.  His eyes closed and he moved his elbow so that his upper body rested against the other’s.  Their tongues wrestled a bit before he finally shoved Jesse’s aside to be the one in the lead.  In response, he felt the other’s arms around his neck, pulling him closer.  

By the time they pulled away, he was breathless.  Looking into the other’s eyes, he asked, “You like men?”

Jesse closed his eyes as he moved his face towards the other, clearly wanting to kiss more.  On the way, he whispered, “Of course.  Don’t you?”

He would let his kiss be his answer.  His body seemed to move on its own so that it completely covered the other’s, and then his hips began to grind.  He could feel that Jesse’s body was responding well to this, but to his surprise, the spell was broken by the other pushing him off.  

Now realizing what he had been doing, he shook his head, “I can’t do this…”

“Do what?”  Jesse asked and then frowned.  “Oh, I get it.  Thanks for implyin’ that I’m easy.”

“No, I… I’m…” Hanzo didn’t know what to say, especially when his eyes caught sight of the front of Jesse’s shorts as the other stood.  Looking down at his own, he spoke words that he didn’t mean to say aloud, especially because they weren’t true.  “I’m not gay.”

The other huffed at this and then slid down the slide.  It took him a few seconds to realize this, but when he noticed that he was alone, Hanzo stood and called after Jesse, “Wait, where are you going?”

“Home,” the other shouted back.  “And I assume you know how to walk to yours.  Bye.”

“Jesse, wait,” he called after him as he jumped down.

But the other wouldn’t stop, and instead spoke over his shoulder.  “It’s McCree to you.  Find your own way home, boss.”

Stopping in his tracks, Hanzo looked down and muttered to no one, “Jesse… I’m sorry…”

#Overwatch AU #McHanzo #Young McHanzo #Hanzo Shimada #Jesse McCree #Genji Shimada #mitsu's fics

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Summer Vacation

Here it is! My submission for @sinswap! I had about a dozen different ideas, but I ultimately had to settle on some silliness with the Three Misfits. Please enjoy! I cannot wait to see who I am paired with, and what that person comes up with for this story. This was incredibly fun, so thank you to the organizers!

It was the first day of summer vacation, and Gilthunder was already bored.

At the end of July, the boys and girls in the academy were given six weeks of rest and relaxation. Six glorious weeks of swimming, games, exploring, fun. Six wonderful weeks of sleeping in late and staying up later, chasing fireflies and ladybugs, playing ball in the street, climbing trees, jumping in the river. Six amazing weeks without constant adult supervision, without history and geography, without essays and training and maths.

But things were a bit different now. He was eight, and eight-year-olds did not catch frogs or use play swords or chase one another in tag. Eight-year-olds would be enrolling in the early Holy Knight training in the fall, and Gilthunder felt as though he needed to be prepared for it. So when his cousin Griamore showed up to ask him to go fishing, Gilthunder refused. “We need to be serious, Griamore,” he scolded his cousin. “Childhood is now behind us.”

“It is?” asked Griamore with a frown. “Damn.”

“Don’t be vulgar,” Gil chided him. “We’re not allowed to say bad words.”

The two ended up lounging a bit on the terrace outside the castle kitchens, watching birds fly by and pick at the scraps tossed out by the cook. “This is boring,” Gilthunder sighed, deciding that adulthood was not for him after all.

“Can we go fishing now?” Griamore asked, but Gilthunder shook his head. “Let’s go patrol,” he said, standing. “Maybe we can find that kid again, the one who gave us trouble before.”

“Yeah!” the other boy shouted, so off they went, hurrying through the castle at breakneck speed. At last they cleared the open gates and entered the city proper, weaving their way expertly down the narrow cobblestone streets. It was a hot day, but luckily not humid, and the sellers lined every inch of Liones with their carts, the shops with windows and doors open, the taverns readying their signs with the day’s luncheon options. People milled about, going about their business, and now with the start of summer break, children moved in packs or carted younger siblings around, playing and running and sniffing around the candy shops.

Gilthunder raised his chin a bit, trying to exude an air of authority. He was the son of the Grand Master, which practically made him second-in-command. His eyes darted over the children who ran around them, smiling appreciatively at their games. He looked fondly over a group of boys, around six or seven, picking sticks for a game of Steal the Broom. Ah, to be so carefree.

“Where do we look?” Griamore asked, and Gilthunder paused for a moment. “His dad is a blacksmith on the east side, right? So let’s head there.”

Together they struck towards the eastern end of the city, keeping their eyes sharp for the boy they had encountered less than two weeks ago. He had been scrawny and dirty with a mouth much too big for his looks. Gil had caught him stealing a bicycle, but he wasn’t stealing it he was borrowing it, as the boy had shouted back at him. As the son of the Great Holy Knight, Gil knew it was his duty to apprehend the kid; but that had proven harder than it looked.

There were words exchanged on each side, most of it about how dumb the other was and how big the other’s mother’s ass was, before the boy flicked his nose at Gilthunder and turned to leave. But the aspiring knight would not let him escape, and he grinned when he stepped in front of him, blocking his exit, feeling the new energy that had just awakened over the winter holidays sparking under his hands. They got into a bit of a scuffle, only broken up when the baker stepped out to send them both off, so they agreed to meet and finish their fight ten minutes later behind the bookseller.

When Gilthunder had arrived, flanked by Griamore and their friend Gustaf (who was looking very puffed up to be a part of such an elite gang), he was taken aback a bit by the small crowd of children that had gathered to watch. Once the match began they circled each other, fists raised, and both boys took half-hearted swipes at each other, neither quite sure what to actually do.  

But then Gil got it into his head to surprise the boy, and called on his growing powers to send a little bolt of electricity at him. The spark landed on his neck and he had yelped in surprise, his eyes wide as he stared at him with a hand clasped on his neck. Gil smiled smugly, about to claim victory, when something very unexpected had happened: Gilthunder found himself blown by a sudden gust of wind halfway down the alley, landing in a heap of garbage.

Now Gilthunder grumbled a few choice curses under his breath as they searched around the streets close to the smithy. It was humiliating to be taken out by nothing more than a street kid, and he was saved by Griamore when a grown-up had come around to see after the commotion. Gil had been a bit dazed from the blow, but his cousin had gotten him up and out of there before they were caught, disappearing along with the other children into the neighborhood. But later, as he fumed and picked dirt out of his hair and clothes from the garbage, he vowed to find him again and settle the score as a knight.

He was mulling this over as he and Griamore rounded a corner into an alley and spotted the familiar head of long, dark blonde hair. “Hey you!” Gil shouted, charging ahead before drawing up short a few feet away. “I’ve been looking for you!”

“Huh?” The boy looked up from a crate he was rummaging through, a frown on his face. “Who’s looking for--oh. It’s you.”

He straightened up and put his hands on his hips. Their heights were just about even, and he smirked as he looked Gilthunder up and down. “Those are some fancy clothes on ya,” he said. “You come back to get knocked into the trash bin again?”

“No, I came to apprehend you for stealing, again,” Gilthunder retorted.

“Stealing? I’m not stealing.” The boy looked truly offended. “Old Man Barden puts junk he doesn’t want out here. He’s got some good stuff. Look at what I found in the crate last week.” He pulled something out of his pocket and lifted it to his lips, giving a blow. A piercing whistle echoed through the alley, making both Gilthunder and Griamore jump. “Great, huh?”

Griamore nodded and put his hand out, and the boy handed over the small pipe for him to try. But Gilthunder just huffed in annoyance and said, “Well, it doesn’t matter! You assaulted the son of the Grand Master, and it won’t stand!”

“What?” the boy asked, pocketing his treasure. “Who’d I salt?”

“As-sault,” Gilthunder corrected. “Me. I’m the son of the Grand Master.”

He folded his arms in punctuation, but the boy just doubled over laughing. “No you ain’t!”

“I am too!”

“Ain’t!”

“I am!”

“He really is,” Griamore interjected.

“Prove it,” the boy answered smugly.

The two cousins glanced at each other. “I could swear it?” Gilthunder asked. “I’ll swear on the princess.”

“Gil!” hissed Griamore. “You can’t do that!”

“Margaret will understand,” he answered. “It’s the truth anyway.”

He turned back to the boy, who was eyeing them suspiciously. “Why’d you call her Margaret and not Highness?”

Gilthunder puffed up a bit. “Because we’re friends. In fact, I’m going to be assigned her guard next year.”

“No way!”

“Yes way!”

“Hold on.” The boy moved closer, getting right into Gilthunder’s face. “Are you telling me… you know the princess of Liones? The actual, real live Princess Margaret?”

“Yup,” he answered with a smug grin. “And Princess Veronica.”

The boy gasped. “Can you please let me meet them? I have to meet them.” Gil frowned, but before he could ask, the kid was clutching his chest and moaning, “She is so beautiful. I saw her at the harvest festival last year. That’s when I decided I was gonna be a Holy Knight because I’m definitely gonna marry her.”

Gilthunder snorted. “You can’t marry her,” he said, but the boy protested, “Yuh huh! When I’m a Holy Knight! My old man wants me to be a blacksmith but I gotta marry a princess. I’m gonna be the best Holy Knight in Liones, maybe even Grand Master!”

He heard Griamore laugh next to him, but his eyes went wide as the boy hugged himself. “Then I’m gonna get the princess, and I’m gonna marry her, and I’m gonna kiss her like this--” And here he started making kissy noises, smooching his arms, before falling onto the ground and rolling around. “She’s gonna be my girlfriend.”

Now Griamore was laughing and whooping at the silly display, but Gilthunder clenched his fists, little sparks bursting out from between his fingers. “You can’t marry the princess, you twit!” he growled. “Now stop saying that!”

The boy stopped rolling around, laying on his back on the ground to look up at him. “If you take me to meet them, I’ll believe that you’re the son of the Grand Master.”

“I don’t care if you believe me,” Gilthunder answered, knowing that was not at all true.

“Fine.” The boy sat up and smiled sweetly. “Then I’m gonna tell everyone you’re a liar.”

A moment ticked by as Gilthunder growled under his breath before he shouted, “Fine!”

He stormed off towards the exit to the alley, leaving the others to follow. Behind him, he heard the boy say, “Is he always like this?” to which Griamore replied, “Not really. I think you just get on his nerves.”

Together they three headed through the streets towards the castle. The sun had climbed higher, rising the temperature, not even a cloud to give a bit of relief. Gil was anxious to get back and get some cold water, maybe even a lemonade, but a few minutes later the boy pulled up short. “Crap!” he yelled. “I forgot something! Hang on!”

He took off running, and Gilthunder shouted, “Hey! Wait up!” before he and Griamore gave chase.

The followed him down one street after another before he skidded to a stop before a very quaint looking house. “More stealing, probably,” Gil whispered to Griamore, but to both of their surprise, he stepped up and knocked on the door. “Mrs. Land?” he called. “It’s me, Howzer.”

“Howzer!” The oldest lady Gilthunder had ever seen opened the door, her frail and wrinkled frame bent over a cane. “You’re late today.”

“Sorry, Mrs. Land,” he answered. “I was hanging out with…” He looked over his shoulder and frowned. “What’s your names again?”

“I’m Griamore, and this is Gilthunder,” came the answer, and Gil scowled at his cousin’s friendly tone.

“Nice boys,” the old lady said, and Howzer gestured at them to follow her inside.

The house was cramped, cozy, and filled with stuff. The two boys looked around curiously at the knick-knacks that lined the walls, but their attention snapped back when Howzer called their names. “Griamore! Gil-whatever! Come grab these?”

Griamore started forward, Gil following reluctantly behind. Then he found his arms filled with a bag that was more awkward than heavy. “Thank you boys,” the old woman said. “Here’s your payment, Howzer.”

“Thanks Mrs. Land,” he recited. Gil tried to see how much money she gave him, but ended up following him out and down the street, sent off with another wave and thanks from the woman. The trio walked down the street a bit until they reached a dump site. Then Howzer heaved his bag inside, followed by the ones the others carried.

“Who was that?” Griamore asked as Howzer reached into his pocket.

“Just some lady,” he answered. “I take out her trash every few days. One of my summer jobs. Pop says I gotta.”

He pulled out his hand and Gilthunder was surprised to see that instead of money, he held the largest muffin he had ever seen. Howzer broke it into thirds and handed a piece to Griamore before offering one to Gil.

“This is how you get paid?” he asked as he took the piece suspiciously.

“Yeah,” said Howzer around a mouthful. “Why, what’s wrong with muffins?”

“This is good!” Griamore exclaimed through his own stuffed mouth.

Tentatively Gilthunder tried the muffin. It really was great, delicious in fact, and eagerly he gobbled up the rest. “Let’s get going,” he said as he wiped his hands on his pants, and they set off again.

They reached the castle quickly, the only other detour a brief stop at a fountain to wash their hands and splash around a little. The warm water was refreshing, and it was a relief to Gil to wipe off some of the perspiration that was clinging to his hands and neck, even if Griamore did manage to get his left sleeve all wet with an unexpected splash in his direction. As the gates got closer, however, Howzer looked nervous for the first time. “Are… are we really going in there?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Gilthunder shot over his shoulder. “I thought you wanted to meet the princesses.”

“You mean--you really do know them?!” he shrieked, but Gilthunder did not answer as they walked through the gate. He waved to the guard, who nodded back, and was pleased to hear Howzer give a “Woahhhh,” under his breath.

Gilthunder enjoyed the way Howzer oohed and ahhed over the castle. He took them purposefully the long way, so he could see the stables and the guard posts for the Holy Knights. By the time they reached the garden where he knew the princesses would be spending their time before lunch, Howzer’s eyes were so large they looked as if they might slip out of his head, his cheeks bright from a combination of excitement and the heat.

The three boys crowded together behind a line of shrubbery, peeking through the leaves. “Quiet!” hissed Gilthunder at the other two, who nodded.

He peered over the top and spotted dark violet hair nearby. “Veronica!” he hissed. “Over here!”

She looked over her shoulder, then her mouth dropped open in surprise. “Gil? What are you doing?” she whispered back, crawling over.

“Can you get rid of the nurse?” he asked.

“Why?” She eyed him suspiciously.

“We got something to show you, just do it!”

Veronica nodded and hurried away towards where her sisters were sitting with the nursemaid. Margaret sat on a blanket, stacking blocks with little Elizabeth, barely two years old. “Nanny!” she cried. “I want some tea. Can you go and get some?”

“Tea? In this heat?” The woman fanned herself. “I don’t--”

“Pleeeeeeeeeease?” Veronica whined.

The nurse pressed her lips together as the girl smiled and batted her eyelashes. “All right. Let me just call for someone to take Elizabeth--”

“We’ll watch her!” cried Veronica. “You’ll only be gone a few minutes. Margaret and I can handle her. Pretty please?”

With a weary sigh the nurse headed back inside the castle. Once out of sight, she grabbed Margaret’s hand, leaving the toddler to knock over the blocks as she hauled her to the bushes. “Veronica, what in the world--”

She stopped short as the three boys popped out of the bushes. “Gil!” she cried, a blush rising to her cheeks. “What--what are you-- why are you here?”

He cleared his throat, every bit as flustered as she, but before he could stammer out a reply Griamore said, “We made a new friend who wanted to meet you.” Gilthunder looked over as Griamore gave a nudge to the boy with his elbow. “Go on, Howzer.”

But Howzer stood frozen, his mouth dropped open in shock. “Howzer?” Gilthunder asked, stifling a laugh.

“It’s… princess…” he whispered.

Both boys and girls giggled at that. “Howzer, is it?” Margaret asked with a smile. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Princess…” breathed the boy.

She and Veronica exchanged a glance. “Yeah, this is some great thing to show us,” Veronica said sarcastically. “Hello? Are you alive?”

Veronica waved her hand in front of Howzer’s blank stare, and suddenly he blinked and swallowed. “Your-your-H-Highness,” he stammered. Suddenly he stepped out and gave a bow. “I am here to ask for a kiss.”

“A what?” she gasped, but Gilthunder moved next to her. “You didn’t say that!” he snapped.

Howzer clutched his hands together nervously and looked at Margaret. “Your Highness, I want to be the greatest Holy Knight in Liones, and win the hand of a princess. Please, can you give me a kiss, so I can fulfill my dream?”

“You are not kissing her,” Gil insisted.

“Yeah,” Griamore agreed. “You’re not even a knight yet.”

“And you can’t be the greatest Holy Knight,” continued Gil. “That’s my dad and Meliodas, the captain of the Seven Deadly Sins. No way you’ll be as good as them.”

Howzer scowled at him, his fists clenching and looking ready to spring, but Margaret’s giggle interrupted them. “I’m sorry, Sir Howzer,” she said gently. “But my father doesn’t allow me to give kisses yet.”

“Oh.” The situation now diffused, the boys just looked embarrassed. Then Howzer looked hopefully at Veronica, who squealed, “Ew! No way!”

“I know!” Gilthunder laughed. “You can kiss Elizabeth!”

“Elizabeth?” Howzer groaned. “I’m not kissing a baby!”

Veronica laughed and clapped her hands. “Sure you can! That’s a great idea!” She grabbed Howzer’s hand and pulled him forward, but when they reached the blanket, Elizabeth was gone.

“Where is she?” Margaret cried. “We left her right here!”

There was a panicked moment when everyone looked around for the toddler, but she was nowhere to be found. “Gil!” wailed Margaret, her hands covering her cheeks. “We need to find her!”

He nodded. As the future protector of the royal family, it was his job to make sure the princess was rescued. “Margaret, you stay here,” he said, assuming the role of leader. “Griamore and Veronica, check around the bushes and see if she crawled away. Howzer and I will look down the path a bit.”

Turning to Howzer, who looked a bit panic-stricken, he pointed a finger and said, “You’re coming with me.”

The blonde nodded and quickly followed behind. They looked under benches, around flower beds, and Howzer even climbed a little wall to check around. “Where could she be?” Gilthunder wondered aloud.

“There!” Howzer pointed to a wall of the garden, and Gil raced after him as he jumped and ran over.

Together they stood looking up. Sure enough, the two-year-old was yelling, “Gil! Gil!” and sitting on a windowsill about six feet off the ground.

“How in the world…?” Gil said, but Howzer nudged his arm with his elbow and pointed. There was a trellis covered in vines attached the wall, easy enough for a little one to climb up.

“She’s pretty brave,” Howzer commented as Gilthunder grabbed onto the trellis. But a moment later he stepped back. “I don’t think it will hold my weight.”

“Get underneath the window and hold your arms out.” Gil looked over with his brows drawn, but Howzer licked his lips, looking up at the princess. “Come on, I got an idea. Trust me.”

“Uh…” Gilthunder moved carefully under the windowsill as Howzer raised his hands. “What are you gonna do?” he yelped, but at that moment, a small tornado appeared from his hands. It swept through the air and up, and a moment later, Elizabeth was knocked from the blast off of the windowsill.

“Wait!” Gil shouted, but the girl landed in his arms, her eyes wide in shock. “Elizabeth? Are you okay?”

Elizabeth let loose a babble of words that surely made sense to the girl. But Gil turned and glared at Howzer, slinging the toddler onto his hip. “You idiot!” he snapped. “You can’t send a tornado at a princess!”

Howzer shrugged. “She’s down, isn’t she? Besides, I knew it would work. I did it on a cat once.”

“Ahem.”

Both boys froze at the deep male voice. Their eyes connected as Elizabeth squirmed down, and they turned to see her run to a very tall, stern-looking man, who bent down to scoop the girl up easily.

“Uncle Dreyfus!” Gil cried. “Sir!” He gave a quick bow, and Howzer followed suit.

“Who is this?” he snapped, and both boys cringed as they straightened. “Why is Elizabeth out here?”

Both boys immediately launched into an explanation, but after a moment Dreyfus raised a hand and silenced them. “Enough.” He peered down at the newcomer with narrow eyes. “What is your name, boy?”

“H-Howzer, sir,” he stammered.

“Howzer, hm?” Dreyfus echoed. “And where did you learn that little trick, Howzer?”

He and Gilthunder exchanged a glance. “I dunno, sir? It just comes out.”

“Who is your father?” When Howzer turned a bit pale, he repeated, “Who is your father?”

“Raizer, sir!” he squeaked. “The blacksmith!”

“We met last week, Uncle,” Gilthunder interjected. “I just invited him up here to--”

“Enough.” Gil’s mouth snapped shut as the knight’s eyes went back and forth between them. “I came looking for Griamore and am not surprised to see the lot of you up to something. Now Gil, take your friend and see him to the gate. You, young Howzer, head straight home, understood? I’ll be by to see your father later.”

“Yes sir,” they both mumbled, hurrying off.

They walked in silence back through the castle, and stopped just before they reached the gate. “Sorry I got you in trouble,” Howzer mumbled.

“Nah,” replied Gil, sounding more confident than he felt. “He’s not that bad.”

“Do you think he’s gonna tell my pop?” Howzer asked. “If a Holy Knight shows up at the door my pop’s gonna give birth to kittens!”

Gilthunder chuckled. “You’ll be all right.”

“Yeah.” Howzer turned to go, but then glanced back. “See ya tomorrow? We got another job, and I have a really good spot for us to dig.”

“Uh… yeah! Sure!” Gilthunder returned the boy’s wave as he ran through the gates and disappeared down the path to the city. After a moment he turned to go find Griamore and fill him in on the plan for tomorrow, assuming they wouldn’t be scrubbing a stall in punishment. Maybe the summer wouldn’t be so boring after all.

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