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shorkbrian · 3 years

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i’m sorry but i luv your writing/thot process so i have to share this: imagine superstar trainer kiri marrying ur mom. he’s only a few years older (and you had a crush on him first) so you avoid him bc you’re shy/uncomfortable with it. your plans are foiled when mom’s away and y’all are stuck at home during a snow storm, power out, no heat/gas, and no matter how many layers u use nothing beats body heat. kiri is so sweet and just wants to get close and keep you warm/see whats under ur sweats

I’m literally melting rn

Like imagine Kiri shuffling closer to you on the couch, scooting underneath the blankets you have piled around your body.

He keeps getting closer and closer and closer until he’s pressed up against you, and he feels like a heater, warm and cozy and comfortable. You don’t mind burrowing down into his side a bit, only blushing a little when the big man chuckles at your behavior.

There’s a movie playing on the TV, but you’re kind of sleepy, and your stepdad feels so sturdy and safe against your side, and you’re finally warming to a comfortable temperature, and before you know it, you’re fast asleep.

When you wake up, you’re laying down on a solid surface, heat wrapped around your body and trapped beneath the blankets. The surface rumbles and shifts, and only then do you realize that Kirishima must have moved you.

The room is dark, TV off, lights out. The wind is still howling and moaning outside like a mourner at a grave, beating against the windows and crying to the sky.

Lifting your head means you get a view of Kiri’s face, of his handsome, relaxed self as he gazes down at you, a pleased, soft smile on his features.

You go to apologize for falling asleep on him and for inconveniencing him, but Kirishima doesn’t let you. “It’s warmer this way, plus, I like holding something while I sleep.”

He has his arms wrapped around you, thick biceps pressing heavy against your shoulders, keeping you flush to his muscular chest. You blush a little at the position, shifting your legs and trying not to do anything weird.

But in moving your legs around, you find yourself straddling his thigh, the stocky limb flexing underneath your weight, Kirishima twitching.

“Sorry-” You blush again, intending on moving, but your stepdad drops a hand to your hip, steadying you.

“No, don’t apologize, I get it.” He winks at you, before jiggling his thigh a bit, settling you down further onto it. “I remember doing stuff like this back in high school, I know it feels good.”

A long moment of silence stretched between you two as you processed his words, feeling increasingly awkward.

“Um, okay...” Was all you could come up with.

Kirishima laughed a bit. “You’ve never cuddled with anyone before? It’s nice, isn’t it? ‘Specially with the heat out like this. Power went out while you were sleeping.”

You felt a little silly now, ducking your head and dropping your gaze. That would explain why the lights were off. You had just assumed the movie had finished playing and your stepdad had turned it off, but apparently that wasn’t the case.

“Temp’s gonna drop fast, we’re probably going to have to use good ‘ole body heat while we sleep. You wanna move to the bed? Or just sleep here?”

A shrug, and Kirishima smiled. “Okie-doke, bed it is. Thank goodness, my back would kill me if I tried to sleep on the couch. Gettin’ old s’no fun.”

The man sat up, and you quickly disentangled yourself from him, ignoring the way his thigh rubbed in between your legs as he moved about. As soon as you felt the chill of the room, you shivered, clacking your teeth together and snatching the blanket tight around yourself.

“Oh, that’s so cold, fuck.”

“Hey, watch your language-” Kirishima chided, rising to his feet as he gathered the rest of the blankets up into his arms. “No potty mouths in this house, yeah? Keep it clean.”

He’d been married to your mom for almost a year now, and Kirishima had easily fallen into the “father figure” role, despite the fact that it wasn’t necessarily needed.

But you indulged him by laughing at his corny dad jokes, complimenting the various meats he grilled for meals, keeping your judgements about his questionable fashion choices to yourself instead of blurting them out to his face.

Kirishima led the way to the master bedroom, the room he shared with your mom, stating that the bed was bigger, it’d be more comfortable. Did you really expect him to fit into your bed?

He was a big man, strong and solid. He was able to throw you over one shoulder, your mom over the other, and run around the house whooping while the two of you laughed and pounded on his back.

“Alright-” Kirishima tossed his armful of blankets onto the bed he shared with your mom, immediately fluffing them up and pulling at the edges until he was satisfied.

The man pulled back the edge, holding it ups as he turned to you. “Head on inside!”

It was cold at first, the sheets and blankets chilly. You snuggled up to Kirishima as soon as the big man laid down, making him laugh a bit as your teeth chattered together.

“S-sorry it’s just so-so c-cold.” You explained.

“Your nose is all red, you look so cute.” His smile is warm, his hands even warmer as they begin to rub up and down your sides.

You don’t know how to respond, let yourself relax into the comforting touch, his fingertips dancing over your sweater.

“So.....” Kiri starts “You’ve never had a boyfriend then? You got so quiet when I asked if you’ve cuddled with someone before.”

A blush rose to your cheeks, and you shook your head. “No, I have. I broke up with him a little bit before you and mom started dating.”

The redhead’s quiet for a moment, then tucks his chin over your head, drawing you closer into his chest. “I’m sorry. Relationships can be hard, I know.”

“It was for the best, I think.” You continue, letting your stepdad rub your back as you talked. “We just didn’t really jive well together I guess. Wish we’d figured that out sooner though.”

The man pressed against you is so sturdy, solid and radiating heat like a furnace. It’s easy to relax in his easy-going presence.

“Well, if you ever miss cuddling, don’t hesitate to come find me, yeah? It’s one of my favorites.”

Kirishima was a touchy man, and it was obvious that his love language was touch, so it made sense. He always had his thick arms wrapped around your mom, was holding her hand, holding yours, placing kisses on your cheeks, kissing your mom every chance he got.

Sometimes he asked you to brush out his hair for him, when you weren’t busy or anything. He’d relax into jelly as you ran the hairbrush through his red locks, contented little sighs falling from his lips.

“Okay, I’ll do that.” You chuckle, thinking to yourself how the world had a funny sense of humor.

Truthfully, when you’d first been introduced to the man your mom had recently started dating, you’d developed a hopeless crush. He was attractive, kind, funny; if your mom wasn't dating him, you would’ve asked for his number.

A small part of you was irritated that the man was young enough for you to date him, your mother unbothered by the sugar stereotype she’d developed.

But ah well, what’s done is done.

“You know, I didn’t know what I'd be like having a daughter.” Kirishima soft voice breaks you out of your thoughts. “You’re almost more like.... I dunno, a friend? If that makes sense. I feel like we’re buddies.”

“Yeah, I feel like that too.” You confess, breathing into his neck, able to smell the cologne he uses, something heady and strong and manly.

A comfortable silence settles around you both, nothing but soft breaths and Kirishima’s warm hands rubbing gently over your body, against your sides, up and down your back, massaging your shoulders.

They traveled too close to your tummy, and you choked out a laugh, flinching away from Kirishima.

“Don’t, ‘m ticklish.” Came your breathless, giggly warning.

“Yeah? Yeah?” The redhead grinned, a glint in his eye, barely noticeable before he pounced, rolling over until you were smothered beneath his hefty weight, unable to move.

Horrible, terrible fingers descended, dug into your ribs and you shrieked, wide smile breaking across your features as your stepdad tickled you.

This is what happiness was made of.

Warm and fuzzy, the smell of rain, the sound of it pattering against the roof. Strong arms around you, a laugh on your lips.

Kirishima’s thigh slipped in between yours, pressed upwards, and you choked on a breath, hands immediately clutching at the man’s biceps.

“You’re so sensitive, it’s so cute.”

No time to say his name, ask any questions. He was situating you on your side, legs tangled with his, a big, beefy thigh still flush against your clothed sex.

“Mm, you ever do this with your boyfriend?” The redhead was moving, hands gripping your waist now, dragging you along his thigh, and you kept bumping up against his chest, his toned stomach.

“Yes-yeah.” Was your breathless reply, head whirling, eyes wide. This isn’t really what you were expecting, not from your stepdad.

But it wasn’t entirely unwelcome.

That’s why you weren’t screaming your head off, recoiling in disgust, scrambling for the phone to call your mom, the police.

No, you were still, pliant against Kirishima as he moved your body, his lazy red eyes fixed on your face. “Hm? Feels nice, doesn’t it? You like it?”

A shaky nod is all you can muster, feeling yourself beginning to drip against your stepdad’s thigh, slick all over your folds, the skin tingling, making your hips jump as your clit pulsed at the stimulation.

God, it felt good.

“You make me so happy, y’know? Such a pretty, smart girl.” He praised, and now you could feel it - feel the cock filling out against your tummy, hot and wet, leaking.

“I really hit the jackpot. A beautiful wife, a gorgeous daughter... I love you so, so much.” Kirishima was breathing heavier, his fingers digging into your hipbones as he dragged you back and forth against him. “You’re the best thing that ever happened to me. Just wanna take care of you, yeah? Make you cum lots, whatever you want.”

Almost feverish now, his hips twitching forward, pushing against your tummy again and again, rubbing his cock against your soft flesh, groaning in your ear, breath stuttering-

And then a long moan, a burst of warmth soaking through your pajama shirt, right where the tip of Kiri’s cock rested.

“Oh shit-” He gasped, sucking in air, muscles flexing as he drew back his legs, hands shakily pushing you onto your back.

“That - Jesus, you really got me goin’.” Kiri panted, beginning to kiss at your neck, one of his hands diving into your pajama pants, straight down to strum over your clit.

Already keyed up from the dry humping, veins pumping with excitement, arousal, the thrill of being touched and fondled by your-your stepdad.

A finger teased at your hole, then inched inside, and you bucked your hips, crying out a bit.

“Hey, hey-” He was still a little breathless, a little lightheaded from his orgasm, but the man was determined.

“It’s okay, it’s okay. I got you. I’m always gonna take care of my girl.”

#kirishima #dark kirishima #tw.dark content #kirishima x reader #kiri #kirishima imagine #bnha kirishima #Kirishima Eijirou #eijirou

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summerbummin · 3 years

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Headcanons about Apollo and his former lovers from TOA

Naomi Solace 🎤

-Her and Apollo met when she was singing at a dive bar, he bought her a drink and they had a whirlwind summer fling

-They loved hitting up karaoke bars together and wowing everyone with their singing talent

-She really liked Apollo’s car and they’d did a lot of things in there (including conceiving Will lmao)

-One time when they were making out Naomi climbed into Apollo’s seat and her butt accidentally hit the steering wheel and HOOONK

-They jolted in surprise, then delved into hysterics, anything they had going on dying down as they laid their heads against each other’s shoulders and laughed so hard their ribs hurt, until Apollo suggested they used the back seat and things got going again lol

-Once Naomi said Jesus Christ in like response to smth, Apollo replied actually I’m Phoebus Apollo and Naomi was like what? And Apollo was like whaaaaat and Naomi just moved on bc she had other things to deal with lol

-Apollo ended up saying goodbye and leaving at the end of summer and a few weeks after he left Naomi realized she was pregnant and was like well shit

-She’s from the south and people there can be p judgmental about pregnancies outside of marriage, but Naomi never let them get her down, she actually met this great support group of women who helped her out and are still good friends even now

-Apollo eased her labor pains when she was giving birth to Will (and that’s why the kid has such good medical powers), but Apollo disguised himself as a nurse, not wanting to stress her out because the ex who she thought had no idea abt the baby was here, with her, holding her hand while she was gave birth

-Naomi brings Will up with love and kindness and she just wants the best for her sweet boy, but she gets concerned when Will talks about some weird things he saw at school and he gets pegged as the “weird kid” and is picked on by his classmates as a result

-Naomi would’ve fought those kids but Will told her it was fine, mama! His stuffed animals were his friends

-Will loved those stuffed animals and got really attached to them, so Naomi taught him how to sow them up when they started fraying and that’s the first thing that made Will want to be a doctor (when Will told his siblings this story they started calling him Doc McStuffins lol)

-Apollo didn’t tell Naomi he was a god and she didn’t find out until Apollo sent a satyr to bring Will to camp once he was old enough

-Realizing she had a fling with a greek god was a bit of a shock but Naomi dealt with it gracefully and gave Will the biggest hug before he left, making him promise to be safe and write to her as soon as he got to camp

-Naomi’s career as a country alt singer got a lot more successful after her whole thing with Apollo because he put a blessing on her, her voice was beautiful she just needed help getting noticed so Apollo nudged some influential people in the music industry towards her on his way out (he kinda felt bad about leaving so abruptly, even if it was just a fling, he tries to make it up to his ex-lovers with things like this)

-Naomi actually ends up writing a sad country love song about Apollo after he left, she titled it Suburn, not knowing how fitting the title is until years later, it becomes one of her most popular songs

-Naomi travels a lot for her career, touring around Texas and some nearby states, and that’s why Will stays at camp year round, but they write to each other frequently and love each other sm

-Naomi doesn’t date much since she’s always busy with her career and traveling, she’s just not ready to settle down yet, she’s happy living as a free spirit and a single mom with a wonderful son

-Naomi is 100% supportive of Will’s sexuality and loves Nico to bits (Nico is a little awkward around her at first bc he’s not used to affection lol)

-She tells Nico stories abt Will when he was a kid, whipping out photo albums and everything and Will is like mom s t a h p ur embarrassing me in front of my bf and Nico is reveling in how red his face gets

Latricia Lake 🎶

-she met Apollo when he was posing as a street performer for fun on the streets of the college town she worked in

-she put a tip in his guitar case and complimented his playing and his voice, Apollo was pleased by this and complimented her in turn, saying she must know her music which made Latricia laugh because she is a professor

-the two of them hit it off and start dating, spending hours talking about music

-being the god of music, Apollo could tell when people really loved music, feeling loved in return, and Latricia was one of those people

-being a college professor, Latricia was a bit older than Apollo’s usual lovers (she’s like in her mid to late 20s) and Apollo looks like 21, so he jokingly starts calling her a cougar just to tease her (when he’s so full of shit bc he’s over 3 thousand years older than her)

-Apollo attended some of her lectures, watching from the back of the room and her students were like ooh who’s that hot guy and she was like my bf and their jaws dropped bc daaamn ms lake way to go (Apollo found those reactions very amusing lol)

-There are many times when Latricia considers smacking that smug smirk off Apollo’s face, but she refrains and smacks his ass instead

-Apollo claims Latricia only loves him for his pancakes bc he made them for her the morning after their first time as a way to get her to keep him around lol (and it worked a little too well)

-When Latricia got pregnant Apollo told her who/what he really was and that was a bit too much for Latricia so they stopped dating but Apollo gave her the briefing about demigod children, powers, monsters, camp half blood, etc before he left

-One day when her sitter had to cancel on her she brought Austin to her class and all the college kids thought he was so cute that Latricia started bringing him around more often, Austin was just a baby but she could tell he loved the attention by the way he was gurgling lol (like father like son)

-Latricia is p busy since she’s a professor but she always makes time for her son and she has been teaching Austin about music since he was a kid, he grew up surrounded by it and that’s why he loves it sm (that and being a son of Apollo)

-On his 10th birthday there was a really nice new saxophone with a ribbon at the foot of his bed (a gift from Apollo) Austin always thought his mom bought it for him and Latricia just didn’t correct him

-Latricia sent Austin to camp half blood when he told her he saw a monster at school, he was only 11 but Latricia would rather be safe then sorry

-Latricia actually met someone while Austin was at his first year of camp, Austin was a little unsure around the guy at first but more out of awkwardness than anything the guy was lacking

-Austin and him bonded over “being boys” as Latricia put it (they blew up hot dogs in the microwave together) and the man soon had her son’s stamp of approval

-They ended up getting married the next year and Austin played the saxophone at their wedding

-Latricia was the first subscriber to his YouTube channel and showed all her coworkers and students her son’s videos, she’s a proud mama

Darren Knowles 🏹

-gay (obviously)

-he loves the outdoors and the crisp cold weather of Canada

-met Apollo when he saw him checking out the flier he had pinned up advertising his archery classes, Darren asked if he was gonna join and Apollo not so subtly checked Darren out over his sunglasses and was like well now I’m def joining

-Darren lowkey thought Apollo was a dumb American tourist at first and Apollo keeps telling him he’s not American and Darren is like uh huh

-Apollo is such a flirt during class and actually misses a few shots bc he too busy staring at Darren lol, but that does give the opportunity for Darren to come and “correct” his stance

-Darren is determined to be a professional with his students but he ends up caving because Apollo is just,, so cute

-Then when they start going on actual dates he finds out Apollo isn’t some dumb blond and is actually really intelligent and educated and Darren is like oh no my weakness, guys who are goofs but not dumb and also hot (Apollo be checking all of his boxes lol)

-Apollo told Darren he was a god while drunk off his ass one night and Darren didn’t believe a fucking word, Apollo just rolled with the drunken nonsense thing the next morning and didn’t tell Darren again (until Kayla)

-Darren lives alone but he’s always wanted a family, he was kicked out by his parents for being gay and he knows if he was a parent he would never treat his child like that, he’d love them unconditionally like his parents should’ve loved him

-Apollo magically created a child for Darren after the man confessed to him how much he wanted a kid of his own

-Darren was happy but like really confused because h... how? And Apollo is just like magic~ which explains fuck all

-Apollo tells him he has to leave now, he was having to leave soon anyway because of some trouble brewing back in America, but that he wanted to do this one last thing for Darren before he left

-he tells him to have take care raising the baby and to send her to cbh’s address when she starts attracting monsters, then poofs away, leaving Darren with a baby in his arms and wondering what the hell just happened

-Darren does raise Kayla with love and care just as he said he would, she grows up hiking through the woods with her dad and learning archery along with other wilderness skills (Artemis would really like her)

-Kayla has her aspirations for the Olympics pretty early on and Darren admires his daughter’s ambition, at first he thinks it’s just her being a kid but then later on as she keeps getting better and better he’s like damn she might actually be able to do it

-But then ofc monsters come and Darren drives her down to New York, lying through his teeth to the border guy who surprisingly lets him through without a problem (Apollo may have insured that but shhh)

-Darren sees her off at the barrier of Thalia’s pine tree and they say goodbye with a hug that lifts Kayla off her feet, there’s promises to write and reminders to practice her archery and take care of her bow and such before Kayla is escorted into camp by some other campers

-Darren managed to keep a hold of himself while saying goodbye but as soon as he’s back in the car he’s fucking bawling, all the way back to Canada because he’s gonna miss his little girl sm

-Darren has had some boyfriends but a lot of them end up jetting as soon as he tells them he has a kid ripp

-He does eventually land a good man and they’re going strong, even when Kayla, who was like 10 at the time, threatened to shoot him in the nads if he hurt her dad

-Darren and shows up to every archery match Kayla has in the future and promises to be there cheering for her with a big ass sign that says THATS MY DAUGHTER when she eventually reaches the Olympics

Bonus!

Georgina’s Mom 🎨

-She was an art student in community college

-She was on her own because her parents refused to support her “unrealistic” career choice

-She met Apollo at a party at some college dorm and they both got super smashed bc college parties be like that

-They had a one night stand that both of them mostly forgot about in favor of their hangovers the next morning

-until Hello!! You have a kid!

-She is most likely dead given that Georgina was led to the waystation by a ghost

-But Georgina has two new mommies now who love her very much (and an awkward dad)

#naomi solace #latricia lake #darren knowles #trials of apollo #toa #pjo #apollo #apollo pjo #will solace #austin lake #kayla knowles #georgina #georgina pjo #headcanons

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waitimcomingtoo · 4 years

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Imaginary Friends

Pairing: Dad!Tom Holland x Reader

Request submitted by @karaannejones

Synopsis: Tom thinks you’re his sons imaginary friend until he meets you or as I like to call it FBI OPEN UP...ur heart lol

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“FBI! OPEN UP!” Spencer softly kicked the door to Tom’s room with his little fingers in the shape of a gun.

“I didn’t do it! I’m innocent!” Tom held up his hands as he son pointed his finger gun at him. He got out of his chair and tumbled on the ground to get away from Spencer.

“Pew pew! Pew pew!” Spencer followed him and chased him out of the room. Spencer grabbed an FBI hat that was way too big for him and put it on his head before tackling Tom. Tom pretended to fall to the ground and threw Spencer in the air a few times until he noticed his hat.

“Where did you get that?” Tom asked as he held his son above his face.

“The pretty lady next door.” Spencer answer as his hat fell into his eyes. Tom set him down on the ground and fixed the hat to sit better on his sons head.

“The pretty lady next door?” Tom furrowed his brows. “I’ve never seen anyone in or out of that house.”

“Because she’s a secret agent, duh.” Spencer giggled as his hat fell down again. “No one can see her unless she wants to be seen.”

“What does this lady look like?” Tom played along, thinking Spencer just had an imaginary friend.

“She’s beautiful.” Spencer gushed. “She wears all black like a ninja and has a shiny badge. She lets me hold it sometimes.”

“Wow.” Tom pretended to be impressed. “What’s her name?”

“I can’t tell you. It’ll blow her cover.” Spencer said like it was obvious. He began to roll around and pretend to shoot things with his finger guns

“Right.” Tom chuckled. “She sounds really cool, buddy.”

“She is. She fights bad guys.” Spencer did a karate pose. “And sometimes, it’s bad girls.”

“Like Doc Oc and Venom? Daddy fights those guys too.” Tom humored him.

“Like kidnappers.” Spencer replied to Tom’s surprise.

“Kidnappers?” Tom questioned. “Where did you see that?”

“The pretty lady next door told me.” Spencer said. “She also told me to keep the doors and windows locked at night.”

“How long have you been talking to this lady?” Tom wondered. Spencer’s imaginary friend was pretty detailed for never having been mentioned before.

“A few months. She’s away a lot for cases.” Spencer explained as he began to play with some toys scattered on the carpet.

“Okay, buddy.” Tom laughed in content. “Maybe you can introduce her to me sometime.”

“Okay daddy.” Spencer smiled happily as Tom came over to play with him.

A few weeks later, Tom walked past Spencer’s room and heard him talking to his toys.

“You can never talk to strangers. Don’t let them buy you any candy or ice cream, even if it’s a fudge pop. You can only talk to adults that you know.” Spencer explained you his toys. Tom smiled to himself as he listened to his son babbling. He walked into his room and took a seat across from Spencer.

“Who told you all of that, buddy?” He laughed curiously.

“The special agent next door.” Spencer repeated. “She said we need a code word in case a stranger tries to pick me up from school.”

“A code word?”

“If they don’t know the code word, I won’t go with them.” Spencer explained and Tom realized he was right.

“That’s a good idea, buddy. What do you want the word to be?” He asked his son.

“Y/n.” Spencer said immediately.

“Y/n? Why that?” Tom wondered. They didn’t know anyone with that name, to Tom’s knowledge. He had no idea where his son would learn that name.

“That’s the name of the lady next door. She said I could tell you since you also fight bad guys. Can that be our word, daddy?” Spencer asked as he ran a toy car over Toms leg.

“Sure.” Tom agreed. “That can be our word.”

“Look daddy! I got a gold star on my report.” Spencer ran into the house, waving a piece of paper around in the air.

Tom greeted his son with a smile and scooped him off the ground, giving him a big kiss on the cheek before taking the paper.

“Who I Want to be when I grow up by Spencer Holland. Aw, buddy. Good job.” Tom praised as he read the title of the paper.

“I’m gonna go play.” Spencer told him and ran to his room.

Tom sat down at the kitchen table to read his sons paper.

“When I grow up, I want to be like the lady next door. She’s a secret agent for the FBI and brings home lost children. Her job is very dangerous because she fights bad guys. I think she is very smart and brave and that is why I want to be like her.” Tom read. He wasn’t disappointed that it wasn’t about him, just concerned. It was one thing for Spencer to have imaginary friends, it was another thing to write about them at school. Spencer could talk about the lady next door all he wanted at home, but that’s where it should stay. Tom was raising him all on his own, and he didn’t know if six year olds should be talking about their imaginary friends to other people. He decided to talk to Spencer about it as he made his way to his room.

“Hey, buddy, can we talk?” Tom asked as he knocked lightly on Spencer’s doorframe.

“Okay daddy.” Spencer smiled at him from his bed.

“I see you wrote your report on the lady next door.” Tom began.

“I did. I’m going to give it to her when she comes home next week.” Spencer bounced your and down in excitement as he brushed the hair on his police Barbie. Tom laid the report on his bed and sighed.

“Spencer, I had imaginary friends at your age too. It’s perfectly normal.” Tom began. “You just can’t write about her at school like she’s real.”

“She is real!” Spencer protested. “She lets me work on cases with her and let’s me hold her briefcase.”

“Do you think maybe you saw her on TV and got confused?” Tom asked gently. “Nobody lives next door, buddy.”

“Yes she does.” Spencer whined. “I’ll prove it to you.”

“You don’t have to prove anything to me.” Tom assured him. “She can be real at home, but it’s different at school.”

Spencer was about to say something when he heard a car door slam outside. He looked out his window and broke into a huge smile.

“She’s home!” Spencer cheered and ran out of the room. He ran all the way outside and tackled you in hug. Tom watched this from the window with a shocked expression. His son was hugging a woman he had never seen before, and he looked completely comfortable with her. Tom was about to go outside when he noticed a gun strapped to your hip.

Could Spencer had been telling the truth?

“Spence!” You hugged Spencer tightly before setting him down. “How are you doing, buddy?”

“I missed you.” He smiled wildly. “Do you have any cuts from the bad guys?”

“Nope.” You said proudly. “We took him down and ended the case a week earlier than we thought. Thanks for helping me work the case.” You cupped his chin fondly and dug in your pocket. “If you’re gonna keep helping me with this, you’re gonna need a badge of your own.”

You handed Spencer a tiny badge that said FBI on it and his eyes lit up with joy.

“Wow!” He beamed. Thank you! Now I can be just like you. I even wrote about you in my report.”

“You did? Can I see?” You asked him and he handed you the paper.

“Here. I was just showing my daddy.”

You took the report from Spencer’s hands and gave him a grateful smile. You read the paper a few times, almost teared up from how much it meant to you. He grinned proudly at you as you rubbed your thumb over the gold star.

“I love this. Can I keep it for when you’re a famous FBI agent?” You asked him as you pinned the badge to his chest.

“Okay.” Spencer nodded eagerly. You took your eyes off him for a moment when you heard his front door open. Tom came running out of the house and bent down next to his son.

“Spencer, what did I say about talking to strangers?” He scolded before looking up at you. You gave him a kind smile and his heart nearly stopped. Spencer really knew what he was talking about when he called you a pretty lady. Tom flushed in embarrassment and gave you a shy smile back.

“She’s not a stranger. She’s a secret agent.” Spencer insisted and you chuckled. You and Tom stood up and you held out your hand.

“Hi, I’m Special Agent L/N.” You introduced yourself and shook his hand. “You can call me Y/n.”

Tom opened his mouth to speak but found himself star struck. You were exactly as Spencer described in your all black outfit and pretty face. He couldn’t believe he had lived next to you for so long and had never seen you.

“See, daddy? She’s not a stranger.” Spencer said as he tugged on Toms hand. “She fights the bad guys like you do.”

“Oh, are you in law enforcement as well?” You asked Tom and he immediately forgot what he did for a living. Spencer tugged on his hand again and Tom snapped out of it.

“My character is.” He answered. “I’m an actor.”

“Have you been in anything I would’ve seen?”

“Depends.” Tom said. “Are you into natural disasters or superhero’s?”

“I can’t say I am.” You laughed the most beautiful laugh Tom had ever heard. “You mean like Marvel?”

“Yeah. I play Spider-man.” He answered, beginning to feel more confident when your eyes widened in amazement.

“No way.” You gasped. “I didn’t know I was living next door to a superhero.”

“Neither did I.” He laughed softly. You looked at each other for a moment and smiled.

“What do people call you when you’re not playing Spiderman?” You realized your never caught his name.

“Sorry, I’m Tom. I’m Spencer’s dad.” He looked down at his son and noticed the badge on his chest. “What’s that?”

“It’s a badge. Y/n said secret gents need a badge.” Spencer said proudly as he tapped on his badge.

“It’s true. Now you’re official.” You nodded at Spencer. Tom looked between the two of you with a pleasantly surprised smile. Seeing you be so kind to his son warmed his heart. Spencer didn’t have the easiest type making friends in school because he was shy, but he seemed extremely comfortable with you.

“Cool.” Spencer wiggled with excitement. “I’m gonna catch an unsub.”

“I bet you are.” You winked at him before he ran off.

“So how do you guys know each other?” Tom wondered once Spencer had run off.

“Oh, Spence is the smartest guy I’ve ever worked with.” You laughed and folded your arms. “He helps me with cases all the time. He’s loves reading the case files.” You shrugged and Tom smiled at you fondly.

“He talks about you all the time. You’ve taught him a lot.” Tom said in appreciation. It was nice to have someone else looking out for his since he was raising him all alone.

“I’m sorry if I overstepped.” You said suddenly. “The badge is something they sell for agents with kids. He always asks to see mine so I thought I’d get him his own.”

“No, it’s fine. I really appreciate it, actually.” Tom assured you. “This whole time, I thought you were his imaginary friend.”

“Really? That’s so funny.” You smiled in delight. “I usually see him in the yard and ask him for help with the case I’m working on. Don’t worry, I’ve never shown him anything graphic or violent. He actually helped me crack a case the other week when he suggested that the unsub could be a woman.”

“Unsub?” Tom questioned.

“Sorry. Work talk.” You laughed shyly. “Unidentified subject.”

“And he helped you find the person?” Tom asked in amazement. He couldn’t imagine how his 6 year old helped the FBI.

“Absolutely.” You insisted. “My team was only looking at male offenders until Spence said it could be a woman. He’s actually really good at this stuff. He told me he wants to be an agent when he grows up. I hope you don’t mind, I gave him one of my hats.”

“I don’t mind at all. He thinks you’re a secret agent, though. Like a spy.” He chuckled and you shook your head with a smile.

“I told him I was a special agent. He must’ve thought I meant secret.” You explained. “It’s okay. He still understands what I do.”

“I know. I hear him teaching his toys about safety all the time.” Tom said and you put a hand over your heart.

“Does he? That’s so cute.” You pouted. “I just taught him a few safety precautions he should always take.”

“Thank you. I appreciate that.” Tom said sincerely. He couldn’t help thinking about how motherly you already acted towards Spencer. Tom didn’t date because of the thought of having to introduce Spencer to random women scared him, but you had already formed a bond with him. Tom couldn’t help the butterflies he was feeling from being around you. Everything about you, from your independence to your bravery, was drawing Tom in.

“Of course. It’s my job to keep people safe.” You nodded. “I also just like talking to him. You have a really great kid.”

“Yeah, I know.” Tom smiled proudly as he looked over his shoulder at Spencer.

“You and your wife did a great job with him.” You said quietly as you looked down at your boots.

“Yeah, uh, no wife.” Tom scratched the back of his head and you tried to hide your smile. “It’s just him and I. And apparently, you.”

“I see a lot of horrible things on the job. Your sons smiling face makes me remember why I do what I do. It’s all for the kids.” You said sincerely.

“What do you do, exactly?” Tom wondered.

“I work for the FBI and I specialize in child abductions.” You told him and he looked impressed as it all made sense.

“Oh. So that’s where he’s getting all his information from.” He realized. “I think you taught my son more than I ever did.”

“He was always happy to learn.” You smiled brightly. “You’re lucky you don’t have a daughter. I would have a lot more safety precautions to teach her.”

“I’m sorry. Your job can’t be easy.” Tom frowned. You had to spend all day looking for missing children, and he was sure you didn’t always find them. That couldn’t be easy, yet you still faced the world with a smile on your face and kindness in your heart.

That only made Tom like you more.

“It’s not.” You agreed. “But every time I get to reunite a child with their parents, I remember that it’s worth it.”

Tom opened his mouth to speak and closed it. He had never been so star struck around a girl before.

“Sorry, I’m just a little speechless right now.” He laughed shyly and scratched his head again. “You’re just kind of the most amazing person I’ve ever met. I, um, wow.” He shook his head to regain focus as you laughed.

“Thank you, Tom.” You smiled. “I’m really glad I got to meet the man who raised my favorite kid.”

“Do you think we could maybe continue this meeting over dinner?” He made a bold move to keep you on the line.

“Are you asking me out, Spiderman?” You cocked your head and squinted your eyes at him.

“I’m trying to. I’m not very good at this.” He said sheepishly. You took a step forward and straightened out the collar of his shirt as he watched you with wide eyes.

“Well I think you’re doing a great job.” You but your bottom lip and looked him in the eyes. “How does 7 work for you?”

“7 is good.” He squeaked and you smirked.

“I’ll leave my gun at home. Unless you’re planning on getting fresh. Then I’ll have to arrest you.” You said seriously.

“I-“

“I’m teasing.” You cut him off with a laugh. “I’ll see you at 7.”

Spencer ran back up to you and Tom and Tom picked him up.

“See, daddy? I told you there was a pretty lady next door.” Spencer insisted. “I wanna be just like her.”

“Aw. You’re gonna be the greatest FBI agent the world has ever seen.” You pinched his cheek. “I hope you’ll invite me to your induction ceremony.”

“Maybe you can come as my date.” Tom shrugged and you shot him a smile.

“Yeah. Maybe I can.”

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tanzaniiite · 4 years

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hi i hope ur doing okay🥺!! Can I request a fluff scenario where older kuroo and his s/o are cuddling and he's rubbing his palm against her belly which seems bigger than usual and thinks that shes pregnant since they haven't been careful lately (he's excited about being a dad so he's :D!!) but turns out that she just ate too much for diner and she suggests rlly trying to have a baby after seeing kuroo so enthusiastic? Thank you so much :(💗✨

JUST A THOUGHT • KUROO T.

requests: OPEN

warnings: none!

word count: 1.5k

a/n: omg yes anon we’re on the same wavelength, i live for this shit. thank you so much for the request! 😊

part two

send me more shit like this, 🅱️lease

“Hey princess! I’m home!”

You looked up from your work as the door closed gently. You watched as your boyfriend took off his shoes and tossed his gym bag on the couch. "Excuse me sir, get your smelly gym clothes off my couch" You teased, getting up to greet him. Kuroo feigned a wounded expression, "Uhh babe, my clothes do not smell" He retorted, his hands grabbing your waist and pulling you closer.

You smiled and leaned up to peck his lips, "Your body odor begs to differ" You say, scrunching up your nose and turning on your heel. You hear Kuroo gasp dramatically and you giggle to yourself. "Ugh, you're so mean to me Y/n. What's for dinner?" He asks, hugging you from behind. You roll your eyes playfully, knowing exactly what your horny boyfriend was trying to do. "Hm, let's see.. how about a shower?" You ask rhetorically, turning around to face him.

"What? Seriously?"

"Yeah, seriously. I just cleaned these counters Testu"

He groaned as he went towards the bathroom like a grumpy child who didn’t want to take a bath. You shake your head and turn back around to get dinner ready. Moments later Kuroo pops his head out, "At least join me?" He pleads. "Testuro." You say, without even turning around. "Okay okay, I got it" He mutters before returning inside the bathroom.

"Oh? Did you actually comb your hair this time?"

Kuroo fake laughed as he dried his hair, "Ha ha ha, you're hilarious babe" He mocked. You smiled widely at him, "I know right? Maybe I should quit my job and do stand up" You replied, washing your hands in the sink. Testu rolled his eyes and kissed your cheek. "Dinner looks great, are your parents coming over or something?" He inquired, reaching for the gyoza.

You smacked his hand, "No, I just don't feel like cooking every day this week. Whatever we don't eat will be leftovers. Wash your hands" You explained. "Ah well, I'll have you know I have a big appetite," Kuroo said, nipping at your neck. You let out an annoyed sigh, "Testu, your hands. Wash them" You stated, putting down the plates. "Ugh, you're no fun" He whined, going to the sink.

You and Kuroo laid in bed, watching some show on your TV. It seemed like you would be able to go to sleep without any of your boyfriend's traditional before bed antics. But even you knew that was stretch, especially when he burped in your ear. "Ew Testu, you're disgusting" You cringed, turning away from him. "Aw come on, I know you love it," He said, turning you back over to face him.

"I don't like your burps babe, it's gross"

Kuroo scoffed, "It's the circle of life, especially when your girlfriend makes a kick-ass dinner" he complimented. "Flattery won't get you in my pants" You laughed, as Testuro feigned a hurt look. "Do you think that all I think about is sex? I'm wounded princess" He claimed. You rolled your eyes, "No I don't think that but I know it takes up a good chunk of your thoughts" You say, tapping his forehead lightly.

Your boyfriend's fingers ran up and down your forearm, "Since we're on the topic of sex, you okay? We haven't y'know.. done it in a while" He asked. You shake your head, "I'm fine babe, my sex drive just isn't as high as yours. But if you behave, we can do something tomorrow" You promised, placing a kiss on his lips. Kuroo smirked, "Oh yeah? I look forward to it" He replied as his hand starting trailing down to your stomach and rubbing it gently.

"Testu.. are you trying to make me fart?"

Kuroo let out a loud laugh, "Maybe. I can't be the only gross one in this relationship" He said. "Ugh, whatever man" You retorted, closing your eyes. Testuro looked at your stomach with piqued curiosity, was it just him or did your stomach look bigger? Feel bigger? He didn't want to get his hopes up but maybe–

"What're you all smiley about?" You asked, peeking at your boyfriend with one eye open. "Nothin'" He hummed, continuing to rub your stomach. Maybe you were pregnant and you didn't know? Or maybe you did know and was waiting to surprise him? Oh, what if– "Okay babe, talk to me. You're never quiet unless you're asleep, what going on?" You ask, turning on your side and looking at him with concerned eyes. "I'm alright... random question: when was the last time you got your period?" He asked, looking you in the eyes.

You laughed thinking he was joking but when you saw his face you stopped, "You serious?" You asked. Kuroo nodded, waiting for an answer. "Uhh, about two days ago, why?" You answered. Testuro's face dropped a bit, he knew he shouldn't have gotten his hopes up. They were crushed before they even festered. You placed a hand on his cheek, "Hey.. what's up? You're acting weird all of sudden" You whispered. Kuroo just sighed, "It's nothing, just a silly thought" He mumbled. You must've looked unconvinced cause Kuroo kissed your forehead and dismissed the conversation.

"Let's get some sleep, ‘kay?"

This has been gnawing on your mind for the past week. You knew your boyfriend and you knew he wasn't telling you something. He was fine earlier in that evening, cracking jokes and being his usual stupid self. But when you guys started cuddling he got all weird and even asked you about your period. What the hell was that about anyway?

"Y/n!"

Your head snapped up, "Oh. Sorry" You apologized. Kiyoko just smiled slightly, "You seem to have a lot on your mind. Penny for your thoughts?" She asked. You chuckled breathlessly, "I don't even know what's going on, Testu's acting weird" You claim. Kiyoko raised an eyebrow, "More than usual?". You laughed, "Yeah something like that. Enough about me, so you and Tanaka huh?" You asked, holding her hand to admire the engagement ring that adorned her ring finger perfectly.

Kiyoko chuckled, "Yup, he finally wore me out" She stated. "Lucky you, I don't when Testu is gonna purpose. But probably no time soon since he bought this expensive ass promise ring last year" You vent, looking at the ring on your finger. "Yeah.. but you never know. I didn't even know Ryu had money in savings, let alone the money for an engagement ring" She explained.

"But back to you, Kuroo is acting weird. How exactly?"

You explained what happened last week to her. Kiyoko hummed and sipped her tea silently. "It sounds like he thought you were pregnant" She stated, placing her cup down gingerly. You almost choked on your coffee, "Huh?!" You exclaimed. "Yeah, I'm surprised you didn't come to that conclusion on your own. He asked you about your period" She said. You placed your face in your hand, "Okay.. but why on earth would he think that?" You asked rhetorically.

"Well you said he was rubbing your stomach, maybe you gained weight and he figured it was baby weight?" Kiyoko guessed. You blushed slightly, "We literally just finished eating, I was bloated," You say defensively. "Hmm, have you guys been using protection lately?" She asked. "Well, not really" You answered, sipping your coffee. "Ah, that's why. You haven't been using protection and you were bloated. He probably thought he put two and two together" Kiyoko shrugged.

"Ugh boys are so stupid"

"You said it"

"I'm home!"

You turned to the door from your spot on the couch, "Hey baby, how was work?" You asked. Kuroo shrugged, "It was alright" He replied plainly. You grit your teeth slightly, before getting up and standing in front of your boyfriend. "Okay, enough of this. Tell me what's wrong or we're going to sit here until I guess correctly" You state, crossing your arms over your chest. Kuroo sighed, clearly tired.

"Princess I already told you, I'm–"

"You thought I was pregnant"

Testuro looked at you with a shocked expression, "What?" He asked. "Last week. When your whole weirdness thing started, you thought I was pregnant. Right?" You pressed. Kuroo tried avoiding your gaze but you weren't having any on it. "Testu." You warn. "Okay fine! Yeah, I did, it was a stupid thought" He sighed. "I– the thought of being a father really excited me and when you said you got your period, I don't know.. it kinda bummed me out" Your boyfriend explained, looking anywhere but your face.

You grabbed his face gently, positioning it to look at you. "Hey. That's not a stupid thought. Do you know how many times I think about having kids with you? Too many times. I'm glad we're on the same wavelength when it comes to that. Not too many guys are keen on kids when they're still in their twenties y'know?" You replied, resting your forehead on his. Kuroo let out a relieved sigh, "Yeah, good thing I'm not like most guys, huh?". You giggled, "Yeah you're really one of a kind, your pull out game is on point. Most guys can't do that" You jest. Testuro rolled his eyes but looked at you with complete love and admiration, "Well, what would you say if I wanted you to put a baby in me right now?" You asked.

Kuroo pursed his lips in fake thought before grinning widely,

"I would say: let's fucking go"

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Love, Change and The DropBack || The DropBack || Shawn Mendes

Description: After Shawn finally confronts you about what’s going on between the two of you, you find yourself going to the one person you know will know what to do. David.

A/N: here it is my babes. grab ur tissues. I got choked up while writing this. honestly I'm too connected to this story and I want it to go on forever and ever but unfortunately, there are only two parts left after this :( but I hope you love this so so much bc I really loved writing this chapter...also we love Alex. college boys am I right?

Word Count: 2.6k

This is part 8 of a series! Catch up before you read this part!

Shawn was never someone to get mad. He brushed everything off so easily. But as he slammed the door behind him after you left, it hit him how mad he was.

But how could he be mad? It wasn’t his fault. It wasn’t your fault. It was just how life was right now. And it sucked.

He stormed up to his room and tugged at his hair as he paced back and forth. Not knowing if he should’ve chased after you, tried harder, made you stay.

He finally sat on the edge of the bed and rested his head in his hands, trying to rub the headache away.

He was clicking on Matthew’s contact before letting himself think too much.

“Hey, man, what’s up?” Matthew said happily through the phone, like always.

“I don’t know,” Shawn mumbled. He sighed and laid back on his bead. “I don’t know what the fuck is going on.”

“What’s going on? Isn’t [Y/N] with you?” Matthew questioned.

“She just left,” he said quietly.

“Why? What happened?”

“I think I fucked up,” he paused and took a deep breath. “We were talking about college and the future and..” he trailed off, “us. We were talking about us. And then we were fighting. And then she cried and she left.”

“She cried?” Matthew said with a concerned voice.

“Yeah, she cried,” Shawn said feeling the guilt hit him.

“Do you know if she went home?” Matthew asked.

“I don’t know. She just left,” Shawn said.

“Listen, Shawn, this isn’t your fault,” Matthew started.

“It sure does feel like that,” he mumbled.

“Cut that out. You know all that [Y/N] has been through. She doesn’t take stuff like this very easily. She just needs time. She’s not just never going to talk to you again. She’ll take a minute. Take a step back. Figure everything out. And then she’ll come back. She doesn’t leave people very easily,” Matthew explained.

“Should I call her?” Shawn said quickly.

“No. Don’t,” Matthew said just as fast. “Let her think this through and figure things out. She’ll be calling you before you know it.”

“I hope,” Shawn mumbled, turning to lay on his side, glancing at his open laptop with a picture that Elsie took of him lifting you up in the air with you laughing and a big smile on his face at a playoff game a few weeks ago. “Can I tell you something? You can’t tell anyone. Not Elsie. Not [Y/N]. Definitely not [Y/N]. No one.”

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You felt your eyes start to close about an hour into the drive when you remembered that you definitely didn’t sleep last night and hadn’t had an ounce of caffeine yet. You found the nearest cafe and ordered a coffee-to-go. You found a seat at a table near the pick-up counter and looked at your phone for the first time all day. You couldn’t tell if you wanted to see Shawn’s name on the screen or not. It wasn’t.

You pushed the feelings back again and typed out a quick message to Elsie, but you couldn’t figure out what even to tell her. So, instead, you just called her.

She picked up on the second ring, “Hey, are you ok?”

“No,” you mumbled.

“What’s wrong? Where are you? Aren’t you with Shawn?” she asked.

You looked around at the cafe, “To be honest, El, I have no idea where I am. Some cafe on the freeway heading southbound.”

“Are you going to see David?”

“You know me too well.”

“So, I’m assuming things with Shawn didn’t go so well,” she said softly, in that concerned voice you rarely heard come from her.

“No, they didn’t,” you said simply, not wanting to relive it quite yet.

“David will know what to say,” Elsie said.

“He always does,” you said. The woman called out your name and set your iced coffee down on the counter.

“I’ve gotta go, El. I’ll call you when I’m home,” you said as you stood up from your table.

“And when will that be?” she asked.

“Um, either before dinner or in two to three days,” you said, grabbing your coffee and making your way back to your car.

“You do what you have to do. I’ll be waiting here when you’re done,” she said.

“You’re the best. I’ll talk to you soon, bye,” you hung up the phone and hopped back into your car.

You pulled up your text messages with your mom and sent out a quick text letting her know you last minute decided to go visit David.

You were on the road again in less than fifteen minutes, taking the all too familiar route to your brother’s apartment a few blocks away from the main campus.

Your mind stayed empty for most of the ride. Your hands would shake every once in a while, mostly whenever you let yourself feel guilty and regretful. Before you were able to let yourself think too far into it, you were pulling up in front of David’s.

You hadn’t told him you were coming because you knew if you did, he’d be sending you home to go fix things. And you weren’t ready to fix things.

You knocked harshly on his apartment door and crossed your arms while you waited for him. The door swung open, and you were met with his roommate Alex. He gave you a confused look.

“[Y/N]? I didn’t know you were visiting this weekend,” he said with a smile as he let you in. You tried to return the smile and followed him inside. “How are things going?” he asked.

You shrugged your shoulders and looked at him, “They’ve been better.”

He nodded in agreement before shuffling into the kitchen.

“Hey, who was at the-“ David cut himself off as he looked at you.

He could tell you hadn’t slept from a mile away. He could also tell that you had been crying.

“Oh no,” he mumbled. Without saying another word, he had an arm wrapped around you, leading you to the balcony on the far end of his apartment. He shut the door behind him and pulled you in for a tight hug as you cried into his chest. You were really feeling the regret now.

“You’re fine. You’re going to be ok,” he whispered as he patiently waited for you to stop crying. In the meantime, Alex had cracked the door open and handed David a few waters and a beer (“whatever one she’s feeling”).

After a few minutes, you pulled away and sat across from David on the half-broken lawn chairs. He handed you the water, and you took a few drinks before trying to control your breathing.

“What happened?” David asked softly.

You sighed and wiped your face before saying, “Shawn. Shawn Mendes happened.”

David sighed and crossed his arms. “I swear to God if he broke your heart-“

You cut him off. “No, Dave. I broke his,” you said a little too harshly.

“I’m going to need a little more detail.”

You let out a huff and pulled your leg to your chest, resting your chin on your knee.

“He really likes me,” you said as you looked over at David and your tears started to well up again. “And I think I really like him, but I can’t even tell what these feelings are. And he wants to go to Penn State which is so far from here, and I got this feeling in my gut that I’ve never felt before. Like I was going to lose him. But I barely even have him? Like it’s only been two months, and he’s all ready to move back to the east coast. Just like that.”

David shrugged his shoulders and nodded along to what you were saying.

“And then we were fighting,” you stopped talking and looked out past the balcony, trying to admire the campus that was going to be yours in less than a year.

“Fighting about what?” David questioned.

You looked at him and your mind went blank, “I don’t know,” you whispered before shaking your head. “Everything? College and what we are and the future and my life plans and home and everything, David. It was everything,” you said as you buried your head in your hands again and tried to breathe.

David reached our and rubbed your back as you composed yourself and started talking again.

“I can’t do this,” you said a little angrily. “This wasn’t the plan. I was going to get through my senior year with Elsie and Matthew, and I was going to graduate and come here and start my future. On my own. This wasn’t supposed to happen.”

“Plans change,” David said simply.

“This one wasn’t supposed to. Everything is always changing, and this was supposed to be the one thing that didn’t,” you choked out as your throat went dry.

“What do you mean?” He pried.

“I mean that we’ve been between two houses for as long as I can remember. That Mom and Dad can’t even be in the same room when at some point they used to be in love. Those shitty friends I had freshman year that used to mean everything to me until they ruined me. Every style I have ever had. Any number on your football jersey. Transferring schools in the middle of third grade. Splitting up clothes between two houses or having to pack to go to what was supposed to be a home to us. One minute, Mom’s there, the next she’s not. Same with Dad. You’re here. And you’re not back home. It all is always changing, and I thought my senior year would finally be different, but it wasn’t,” you said, trying not to shout as you got angry.

“And I don’t think I even know what love is,” you said, annoyed. “Because apparently Mom and Dad had none of that.”

“They did at some point,” David reminded you.

“But it wasn’t forever,” you reminded him. “What if love isn’t actually forever? What if I risk it all for him and then it’s two years later and I don’t feel the same way anymore?” you said softly, and paused before you said what you were actually scared of. “What if I’m just not capable of love?”

“[Y/N], is that really what you think?” David said with that concerned big brother look on his face.

“What if I’m just not meant to fall in love?”

“You’re eighteen. You’ve got your whole life ahead of you.”

“You’ve only had one girlfriend, and you dumped her after five months because she told you that she loved you and you didn’t feel the same way,” you said as you pointed at him.

“That’s irrelevant.”

“Is it? Because it sounds to me like you weren’t in love.”

“I wasn’t, but that doesn’t mean I never will be,” he said calmly.

“But what if?”

“The world is full of what-ifs. You can’t base every decision off of that,” he said as he motioned with his arms.

“What if we never learned to really love because of Mom and Dad? Have you ever thought about that?” You asked him.

“Yeah,” he said quietly, “For a long time. But I realized I’m young. And I know what’s meant for me will come when the time is right.”

You scoffed and leaned your head back on the chair, closing your eyes for a moment.

“Are you scared?” He said as he watched you carefully.

“Terrified,” you whispered.

It went quiet for a few minutes. The only things you could hear were the cars driving below you, an occasional shout from the apartment next door and Alex watching some show in the living room.

“I remember when Dad stormed out that one night, a few weeks before they told us they were getting a divorce. And Mom wouldn’t leave her room, no matter how many times we knocked. You eventually found your way into my room and we laid on my bed and just stared at those dumb plastic glow in the dark stars on my ceiling. I asked you if you were scared. And you said no,” he recalled.

“I don’t remember that,” you said.

“I’ll never forget it,” he said as he stopped looking at you for a minute. “You’ve never been scared of anything. You’ve always taken change head-on and pushed through it. And even if you were scared, you always hid it. No one ever knew. When Mom and Dad got divorced, I’d have to be the one to ask your teachers how you were doing since Mom and Dad clearly weren’t doing anything. But they always said the same thing. You were doing just fine. Yeah, sometimes you were dramatic,” he paused as you rolled your eyes and he laughed at you, “but you always carried on. To see you visibly scared because of your feelings for Shawn, now that’s what scares me.”

“What do I do?” You said under your breath.

“You have to make a decision. You’re the quarterback. You were just handed the ball. What are you going to do with it?” David asked.

“Well, I was going to run, but now everything - everyone - is right in front of me, and I’m probably about to fumble it,” you mumbled.

“There are always other options,” he said.

“Like what, Dave?” You asked, entertaining his analogy.

“Sometimes when you don’t see the opening you want or initially planned on, you’ve just gotta drop back and go for it,” he paused, “and not think about those other players coming at you. It’s you, the ball, and the wide receiver sprinting down the field.”

You just looked at him with your eyebrows knit together.

“[Y/N], if you have these feelings for Shawn, it doesn’t matter about the other factors that are clouding in front of you. The schools, our parents, graduation, the future. None of it matters except for you, Shawn and the feelings you two clearly have for each other,” he said as he leaned forward in his seat and rested his elbows on his knees. “Elsie, Matthew and I are on your team, and we can try to fend off these factors as long as we can, but we’re losing momentum. Time is ticking. Those factors are coming closer and becoming more real. But Shawn is down that field, waiting for you to realize he’s open and to throw that ball to him, so he can make another one of his multiple, amazing touchdowns,” he paused, and you laughed at him. “You have to throw him the ball because if you fumble it, you’re definitely losing this game. But if you throw it, and Shawn catches it, then you have that much greater of a chance of winning it.”

You didn’t say anything for a minute as you let this all sink in.

“You’re right,” you mumbled as you kept staring forward.

You heard him laugh before he said, “Like always.”

You let yourself smile a little as you looked back at him.

“Mom and Dad really fucked us up, huh?” He said with a smile.

You rolled your eyes at him and pressed your cheek to your knee.

“We sure had some great love role models,” you mumbled with an eye roll.

“But you’ve got Elsie and Matthew,” he reminded you.

You nodded your head, “Yeah, they like to remind me of that a lot.”

The two of you sat in silence for a while, just staring at the fall colors around you.

“So, what’s the plan?” He asked after a few moments of silence.

“I’m going to drop back. I’m going to go for it. I have to.”

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presidentbttrflyfreak · 6 years

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timbits and sweaters // peter parker

here’s the first oneshot. i just posted the prompt list yesterday and there are a lot of requests already! thank you for your support c: this one is based on #33, #40 and #44 of this list (they will be in bold). this one is in peter parker’s point of view. the sister’s name is Jane because (Y/S) sounded wrong and I thought of Jane Doe (haha). hope it doesn’t break ur heart too much! drop some notes if u liked it!

Warnings: swearing and heartbrEAK

Word count: 3.1k

proofread by the wonderful @cleozutter !!

After picking up her favorite Timbits from Tim Hortons, I hurriedly rushed towards the bus stop. It's a sunny day and all is bright yet I still can't shake this feeling off my chest. It's been a few weeks since I noticed the slight changes in her attitude, her smile, her laugh. I don't want to feel like this, I hate it. But there's just this lingering paranoia in my mind, thinking of all the possibilities. As I gripped onto the handle strap hanging beside my head, I recalled the moments she had definitely acted differently. Usually, she'd crash into my house every Friday and we'd play Monopoly Deal while binging on sour candy. But we didn't anymore. She'd have an errand to run, a meeting in the Student Council or a paper to finish. Whenever I'd hold her hand while we walked home, she wouldn't draw circles on my palm with her thumb anymore and she wouldn't even squeeze my hand back. Whenever I'd see her off and wait until she had gotten in her house, she wouldn't invite me in to say hi to her family anymore. She wouldn't even look back.

I snapped my mind back to consciousness and got out of the bus at my stop. I removed the doubtful thoughts in my head and forced myself to focus on what can be solved. Walking towards her house, I feel a rush of unfamiliarity. I then just realized that I haven't been to her house for almost a month. Had she been distancing herself from me on purpose?

Heaving a deep breath, I approached her sister on the porch. I had been very close to all her family members ever since we've been together. I can at least say that her family likes me. I waved to Jane and smiled when I saw her studying physics.

"Hey, sweetheart. How're you doing? Sorry I haven't been able to help you with physics lately. I know how horrible Year 8 physics can be." I said, leaving a paper bag with a doughnut I knew she liked. I leaned and peeked at her homework. "Ow man, this is horrifying."

When I met her gaze, she had this sad look in her eyes. There was a small pout lying on her lips. Jane separated her eyes from mine and looked down and heaved a sigh. "Thanks, Peter. She's inside." She never looked at me while she spoke, Jane just kept pretending she was writing an answer to a problem.

My heart scrunched in confusion, giving justice to my doubts. Why is Jane acting like this? She directly refused to make conversation with me. I reluctantly retreated from my position and nodded. "Take a break and eat the doughnut, Jane. I'll see if I can help you out later." I turned my back at her and reached for the door. Before I could enter the house, I heard a muffled whisper from Jane.

"You deserve better."

I closed the door behind me and shut my eyes tight. It's impossible. What have I done wrong? Did I not prioritize her? Did I not fulfill my duties as her boyfriend? Am I holding on to a string that's already breaking?

I forced myself to go up to her room. Bringing my hand up to knock at her bedroom door, I swallowed the lump forming in my throat. She does not deserve my doubt. As someone who's been with her for a long time, I shouldn't be worrying over something I'm not sure is real. "(Y/N)? I'm here. Can I come in?" I almost whispered, my voice slightly quivering. I dreaded her response while I fiddled with the door's handle.

A response wasn't heard. I entered her room and searched for her unforgettable figure. I'd memorized her from head to toe. Simply seeing her back made me shiver. However, no one was inside. I dropped the box of Timbits on her desk. She was indeed doing her requirements, papers, and notes littered on the desk. Seeing that gave my heart a bit of relief.

I took audible steps towards the bathroom. "Sweetie? I've come to visit. I brought some of your favorite Timbits." I tried my best to sound enthusiastic like nothing has changed. I did quite well ‘cause the quiver in my voice was at least not heard.

A sound of a comb dropping came from the inside. "Oh — Peter, why didn't you tell me you're coming over? I'm still finishing my requirements." There was a slight change in the tone of her voice.

Stop it, Peter. You didn’t come here to make things worse.

I turned my heels and walked towards her desk. “It’s alright. I just wanted to check on how you’re doing. I’ll wait here.” I replied[ . Picking her phone up from the desk, I saw my phone number and someone else’s popping up on the screen. So, her phone had been beside her all the time, how come she hadn’t picked up once? My thumb hovered over the home button. It didn’t unlock. I tried her pass code. It still didn’t unlock.

Fuck.

The creaking sound of a door opening interrupted the silence. I hastily dropped the phone back from where I took it. “Hey, how are you doing?” I asked, slowly taking steps towards her. My heart ached at the sight of her. She still looked the same, wearing leggings and a jumper. She looked so fresh and beautiful with her face glistening and her water dropping from her hair. I couldn’t believe how I could have someone so precious right in my arms. And how things could change after I leave this house.

I wrapped my arms around her and held her in my arms. The feeling of her scrawny arms loose around my waist and the unfamiliarly sharp tip of her chin resting on my shoulder made me realize how much fragile she had become. I felt her arms squeeze around my waist while she buried her head in my chest. “I’m doing alright. How about you?” She said, her voice muffled. This was the first time she held on me so tight since she had been distancing herself from me. Somehow, I couldn’t help but think this is the first and the last too. I inhaled her scent, so familiar yet so unrecognizable . My mind raced with memories of her and the way her cologne filled my nose as I held her closely before.

I released her and attempted to lighten the mood so I chuckled lightly. “I’m doing fine too, but I can’t help but feel a little warm in this polo and blazer. I just came back from a meeting with the principal. Is my sweater from last month still here?”

I slowly walked towards the coat rack resting on the corner of her room. I didn’t see it. I started unbuttoning my polo and looked back at her. She was already looking at me and with a distant gaze. “Or did your mom insist on washing it again?” I asked.

I tried my best to avoid the topic we both knew we had to confront. I can’t do it now, not yet. (Y/N) snapped back to reality and stuttered. “Y-yeah, I washed it already. Check my wardrobe.” She replied, facing her back at me and retreating to her desk.

I let my unbuttoned polo hang on my torso while I rummaged through her wardrobe , searching for my dark blue sweater. I spotted a familiar blue underneath a pile of pants and pulled it out. The shade of blue was slightly different as I remembered it. I unfolded it and I suddenly couldn’t breathe. It wasn’t mine. It was just the same color, but a completely different sweater, a bigger size. I clenched the article of clothing in my fists. Shaking my head furiously, I tried to recognize the sweater as mine. Maybe it was altered by the bleach? Or perhaps was stretched in the washing machine? But somehow I knew I just came up with those excuses to possibly hide the obvious truth. I looked up and stopped the tears from coming.

My back was facing her so she couldn’t see the pain in my eyes. A screech from her chair brought me back. “Did you find it? Try the other cabinets. Pretty sure I washed it.” She muttered while jotting down notes.

I cleared my throat. “Yeah, I found it. Give me a sec to change in the toilet.” I shut the doors of the wardrobe and walked towards the bathroom. I heard a quiet ‘I’ from (Y/N).

I closed the door and stared at the plain white ceiling and heaved a heavy sigh. This is impossible. I’m certain that I don’t have a sweater like this one. It’s too soon to jump to conclusions, I know. It’s a male’s size, and she doesn’t have any brothers. It’s too small for her dad. Maybe a cousin’s? But why did she have to tuck a sweater in the very bottom of a pile of pants? I hurled it on the floor and proceeded to washing my face with cold water. I don’t want to doubt her, I don’t want to feel like this, I don’t want to lose what we have. But how can I not when she’s giving me so many reasons to?

I looked at myself in the mirror. The same tousled hair, same eyes that saw beauty in every part of her and the same arms that cradled her in times of distress. Many things have changed for sure, but the feeling of seeing her and feeling home has not changed one bit.

After a few seconds of pitying myself, I noticed the clothing hanging on the bathroom door. Something clicked inside of me. That’s where I left my sweater the last time I came here . Some friends were over for a study session and it was only a few minutes before the bus came. I rushed to the bathroom to change into my uniform making sure to leave my sweater on the rack. I knew how fond she was of the scent of my clothes and enjoyed wearing them.

I ripped through the shirts, pants and clothing that was hung. At the very base of the hook was my sweater. Underneath the piles of clothing laid my sweater. The sweater remained untouched since the day I left it. I ran my hand through my hair, anxiously pulling at the roots, wanting to rip myself apart. I felt a pang of betrayal rise in my chest. Before I would let these initial feelings take over me, I picked the other sweater from the ground, clutching mine on my other hand. I threw the door open and stormed out of the bathroom Realizing that she had washed the other sweater and not mine, I knew that it was just recent, not more than a month since she decided to do it.My phone number had been pushed aside and replaced with his. I was hella furious.

“Are you alright, Peter? It sounded like the Hulk couldn’t unbutton his polo!” She laughed heartily before swirling her chair to face me. The smile on her face dropped when she swirled around to face me.

God, I bet I look like a mess. And I’m about to be one.

I loved this woman and I cared for her so much. The Peter who thought about her every day would not let the confused Peter make his rash decisions. I sat on the foot of her bed and I prayed to God what I will be asking in the next few seconds will be answered truthfully. I tossed the sweaters to her feet and waited for her reaction that would either prove or refute my doubts. I heard her breath get caught when she sees the two . I clasped my hands together and massaged them at an attempt to calm my anger.

“Peter, I–”

She stopped when my gaze met hers. I looked at her eyes. Only then did I realize that her eyes had the same color yet I didn’t see the glint it had like before when she would spent time with me. (Y/N) dropped her head into her hands. Then I heard the words I was dreading this whole time. Soon after, I knew I would hear distant sound of my heart breaking.

“I fucked up, Peter.”

I finally broke. I squeezed my head in my hands. I grabbed the other sweater and threw it in front of her. She flinched at the sudden act but I couldn’t care less. “I can’t accept this. O, dear God, please no.” Three years suddenly meant nothing in a matter of seconds.

I massaged my temples, taking deep breaths. And then she spoke. “I know you can’t forgive me. I gave you signals, Peter. I made the process less painful by–”

“Bloody hell! I thought you were having problems, thought you just needed space,” Peter decided he would let it all out or nothing. He continues, “I gave you that! I had to fucking think you were hurting and there I was just watching you distance yourself from me,” he pointed a shaky finger to his chest, “thinking it was what you needed at the time. Where did I go wrong? Tell me what I did that made you do this.” Everything was pouring out of me, anger, confusion and pain.

Taking cautious steps, she tried to wrap her arms around me. “I was hurting, Peter! I hated myself for feeling this way, for wanting more! You’re an amazing guy, Peter. You love me, I know that — ”

I broke free from her clasp and grabbed her by the shoulders. “Just save all your excuses for someone that actually cares and answer my one last question,” I brought my blazing eyes to hers and seethed, “did you ever consider the fact that while you were with him, I was at home worrying that I had not loved you enough?” She was silenced by what I had just said.

I could hear the quiver in her voice. But honesty filled her voice. “You were enough, Peter. I just realized that there was someone that could give… more.”

I knew I couldn’t say it while looking at her eyes. I wrapped her in my arms, breathing in her sweet aroma for the last time. She clutched onto my polo and hit her fists on my chest.

For the last time, I said the words she once loved hearing.

“I love you.”

But we both knew I intended the words for the woman I loved in the first place. Not the person she has become.

I released her shaking figure and she brought her hand towards my face and wiped my tears. She nodded softly and I knew that she didn’t have to say the words back to let me know that she loved me too.

I took heavy steps out of her room, out of her house, out of the bond we once had and out of her life.

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summerohnine · 6 years

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Reunion

Tags: angst, family, fluff domestic

Warnings: mentions of homophobia, pre-smut, crying

Word Count: 2728

Summary: It’s Phil’s last day in Florida and he can’t wait to be home and hold his bear for the first time in two weeks.

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Phil had been in Florida for the last two weeks, and he was ready to go home. It's not that he wanted to get away from his family, it's that he had another member of his family waiting for him at home.

It was the last night in Florida before his flight back to London and his mother had prepared a huge dinner for everyone there-Phil, his parents, Martyn, and Cornelia. Phil was quite jealous that Martyn and Cornelia were together over their holiday. This was the longest he and Dan had been away from each other for a while and it was killing him. As the food was being set out on the table, his phone buzzed.

Text from: Dan

how long until ur flight leaves?? i cant wait much longer:(

Phil smiled down at his phone. He had been getting texts like these from Dan since he had left. Dan surely knew the exact moment Phil’s plane would land so he could be waiting at the airport for Phil to hug. That's what he always did when Phil was away, and Phil did the same for Dan.

Text to: Dan

5am Florida time, so 10am London time. I’ll be back at around 7pm:)

“Phil, you know your mother has a rule of no phones at the dinner table,” his dad said, shaking his head.

“Oh, let the boy be,” his mother replied, gently hitting his father on the shoulder, “he's clearly missing Dan. Phil, you know you could've brought Dan as well, right?”

Phil looked up at his mother and said, “I told Dan that, but he said he ‘wouldn't want to impede on the Lester family holiday.’” Phil gave a small smile to his mother to show that it was okay, but the memory of the conversation was not as joyful.

It was about a month before Phil was going to Florida, and he was already dreading the two weeks he would be without Dan.

“Dan, you really should come with me to Florida this year,” he mumbled into Dan’s ear as they laid in bed.

Dan let in a small sigh and shifted so he could see Phil’s face. “You know I would love to, but I just don’t want to feel like a burden.” Dan stared down at Phil’s lips to avoid eye contact.

Phil brought his hand up to Dan’s chin and brought his eyes back up to meet his. “You know my family loves you, Dan,” Phil said reassuringly. “They would never think of you as a burden. My mum always asks about you when you’re not with me. I’m sure she would love to have you come with.” Phil gave a small smile to Dan, but it quickly disappeared as he saw that a few tears had escaped Dan’s eyes.

Phil quickly sat up and pulled Dan with him. He wiped the tears from Dan’s cheeks. “Hey-hey, why are you crying?” Phil asked gently, kissing the side of Dan’s head as he cried harder into his shoulder.

“I just-I wish my family was more like yours,” Dan stuttered between sobs. Phil wrapped his arms around Dan and slowly rubbed his back. He knew that would help him calm down.

Phil was aware of the way Dan’s family was. When they found out that Dan was bisexual, they weren’t particularly happy. Then, when they found out Dan was actually in a relationship with a man, they didn’t talk to him for a few months. Eventually, Dan’s brother talked some sense into them.

Phil remembered the day Dan had told them of their relationship. It was Dan’s first year of college, and he had been visiting home for Christmas. Phil had been eating Christmas dinner with his own family when he got a call. There had been 6 missed messages from Dan as well. When he saw what they were about, he politely asked to be excused and answered the call.

“Dan? What happened?” Phil heard crying on the other end and knew that it was bad.

“I-I told m-my parents-” he was cut off by a loud sob that escaped his mouth.

Phil walked up to his room and sat down on his bed. “You told your parents what? Dan, take a deep breath. Talk to me.”

“I told them about us,” Dan finally managed to get out.

Oh. Phil could only guess what happened. “I take it they didn’t take it too well?” Phil asked tentatively.

“They’re making me leave.” This triggered another loud sob.

That night, Phil ended up getting Dan a train ticket back to Manchester and Phil met him at the station. They went back to Phil’s apartment and he held Dan as he cried.

Since then, Dan has gotten back on better terms with his parents, but he still never brings Phil with him to visit them, and hardly ever talks about him around them.

Now, as Dan sniffed and leaned his head on Phil, Phil knew that it definitely still affected him.

Once Dan had calmed down a bit, he brought his head up and looked at Phil. “I just don’t think I could spend so long with your wonderful, loving, and accepting family without having the constant reminder in the back of my mind that I’ll never have that with my family. I would love to go with, I just don’t think I can. Not yet, at least.” Phil gave Dan a sad smile and pulled Dan closer to him, resting his chin on the top of his head.

“Phil! Are you listening to me?” Phil was brought back to the dinner table by his mother snapping in front of his face.

“Hu-What?” Phil said, clearly disoriented.

Martyn chuckled. “You were just staring off into space. Are you okay?” His brother laughed as he said it, so Phil knew he wasn’t really concerned.

“Oh, yeah, I’m fine. I don’t know what that was about.”

Phil finished eating his dinner quickly and went up to his room. He began to pack up his suitcase, which ended up taking a lot longer than it should have due to him stopping every minute or so to reply to a message Dan had sent him. At around 9:00 pm, Phil told Dan that he ought to go to bed, as it was two in the morning where he was.

Text from: Dan

I’m not tired

Phil chuckled as he typed out a reply.

Text to: Dan

Oh really? Then why did it take you 5 minutes to reply that message? You mean to tell me you didn’t fall asleep just then?

Phil continued to pack the rest of his things, waiting for a reply. As expected, it took a few minutes.

Text from: Dan

It was a power nap. Now that I took it, I’m ready to talk until you go to sleep.

Text to: Dan

Haha, very funny. But seriously, you need to get some sleep. I’ll be okay on my own for a few hours :)

Text from: Dan

Ugghh, fine. Night, love you xx

Text to: Dan

Night, bear. Love you too.

Now, Phil needed to find something to do until he fell asleep. He decided to go on Tumblr. The first thing he saw on his dash was something that dan had reblogged. It was a sappy post about being lonely. Phil chuckled and switched back to the messaging app.

Text to: Dan

Are you reblogging in your sleep? Who knew tumblr could become that addicting.

He waited for Dan’s reply, which came very quickly.

Text from: Dan

Shhhh… i’m sleeping.

Phil laughed and put his phone on the nightstand. He wanted to go to sleep now because the sooner he went to sleep, the sooner he would wake up and be on a plane, and the sooner he could see his boyfriend again.

He was only awake for a few more minutes before he felt his eyelids becoming heavy. He eventually gave in and fell into a blissful sleep.

Phil was woken up by his brother shaking him. He quickly sat up in bed and looked around. “Whaddya want?” he mumbled, his voice thick from sleep.

“We have to be to the airport in an hour, and it’s a 30-minute drive. Get your arse out of bed.”

Phil groaned but reluctantly got out of bed. After all, he was excited to finally go home. He checked his phone and saw many messages from Dan. He smiled as he read them.

Text from: Dan

PHIILLLYYYY WAKE UP

Text from: Dan

TIME TO GET UP LETS GOOOOO

Text from: Dan

Philip Michael Lester get out of bed and reply to me

Text from: Dan

I s2g phil I woke up at 8am to text your ass before you got up you better appreciate your loving bf i would not do this for anyone else

Phil typed out a reply and then went to get changed.

Text to: Dan

Don’t worry, I’ll appreciate you when I get home ;)

He brushed his teeth and quickly got dressed so he could get some breakfast before they had to leave.

Text from: Dan

Woah there, Mr. Lester, Let’s keep it PG.

Phil laughed and put his phone into his pocket.

They continued to text each other until it came time for Phil to put his phone into airplane mode.

The nine-hour flight felt like a year. He had tried to sleep, but he couldn’t possibly relax with all of the excitement buzzing through him. When he gave up on sleeping, he tried to watch a movie, but he couldn’t focus. He fidgeted with his phone, itching to text Dan and update him on how far he was.

When the captain came on the speaker saying that they were preparing for landing, Phil couldn’t keep the smile off of his face. Martyn and Cornelia noticed, but they didn’t say anything. They knew how he felt. Phil kept checking the screen in front of him to see how far they were. Fortunately, Phil convinced his brother to let him have the window seat so he could look out the window as they landed. Once they were past the layer of clouds, Phil looked eagerly at everything as if he were seeing it for the first time. He searched as if he would be able to see Dan waiting for him, which he knew was ridiculous.

As soon as the plane touched the ground, Phil unbuckled and attempted to stand up. Martyn had to shove him back into his seat before he hit his head on the overhead compartment.

“Mate, you need to calm down,” Martyn said, snickering as Phil frantically grabbed his things. “We still have to wait to even get to the terminal, Phil. We can’t go anywhere for awhile.”

Phil stopped and looked up at his brother, letting out a sigh. “I know, I know. I just want to go home.”

Martyn pat Phil’s shoulder in a way that only an older brother could do. “He’ll still be there when you get off, don’t worry.”

It made Phil happy that Martyn knew the reason for the way he was acting. He gave his brother a small smile and leaned back in his seat.

When Phil finally got off the plane, he rushed through the long corridor, tugging his bag behind him. He shoved people out of the way, not caring how rude he probably seemed. He checked his phone and saw a text from Dan saying he was waiting by the baggage claim. Phil ran to the baggage claim and immediately spotted Dan.

He sprinted towards him and dropped his bag as he threw his arms around the younger boys neck. Their reunion was the same every year-Phil would run dramatically and hug Dan, not caring who was watching. And Dan always acted surprised when Phil leaped into his arms.

Phil took in the familiar scent of Dan’s hair and enjoyed the feeling of warmth he always got when he was around Dan.

“Phil, as much as I would love to stay like this forever, I’m afraid you have to get your luggage.” Dan pulled away and smiled, his eyes crinkling and his dimple coming out in its fullest form.

Phil groaned dramatically and pulled away as well. He grabbed Dan’s hand and brought him over to the conveyor belt. He didn’t care who was watching right now. All he cared about was that he could finally hold the love of his life in his arms again.

Phil only let go of Dan’s hand once, to get his suitcase. They each carried something with their free hand, their other hands tightly clasped together. The boys said goodbye to Martyn and Cornelia, then went to call a taxi. Normally, they would go home on the tube, but they knew they would be home quicker this way, then they could finally be alone together.

The taxi ride was fairly short, only fifteen minutes, but Dan couldn’t seem to wait that long. As soon as they were seated, he started nibbling at Phil’s ear. Phil let out a small gasp, turning to face him.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“I missed you,” Dan whined, moving to suck at a spot on Phil’s neck. Phil grasped at Dan’s thigh, which made Dan smile against Phil’s skin. Phil could feel a twinge in his groin, and quickly pushed Dan away before the problem became worse. Dan pouted but stayed leaning against the door.

Phil cleared his throat and said, “As much as I would love to continue this, I think we should hold off until we’re home.” He raised his eyebrow at Dan who had his arms crossed and bottom lip sticking out.

“Fine,” he spat out, immediately scooching closer to Phil so he could rest his head on his shoulder. Phil grabbed Dan’s hand and started to play with his fingers. They stayed like that until they arrived at their apartment. Phil quickly thanked and paid the taxi driver while Dan rushed out to get Phil’s things from the trunk.

As soon as Phil closed the door to their apartment, he was pushed against the wall and Dan’s tongue was slipping into his mouth. They stayed there for a few minutes, Phil’s hands eventually slipping beneath the hem of Dan’s shirt.

Dan pulled away for a second to say, “Why don’t we take this to the bedroom?” He looked at Phil hungrily, licking his lips as Phil pushed him down the hallway. They stumbled and nearly fell multiple times, but eventually, they made it to the bed. Dan’s shirt came off, quickly followed by Phil, and then they both fell onto the bed, never breaking their kiss.

A while later, they both were laying next to each other Dan’s foot rubbing against Phil’s bare leg.

“Dan, you really should come with next year. I can’t handle being away from you this long anymore.”

Dan opened his eyes and brought his face up to kiss Phil on the nose. “Okay,” he said simply.

Phil wasn’t expecting Dan to answer so quickly. “Wait-really? You’ll come with?” Phil was beaming.

Dan giggled at Phil’s facial expression and nodded. “I could hardly take it myself. I was thinking of buying a plane ticket and flying down there to see you.” Phil pressed his lips to Dan’s forehead. He was already getting excited about next year, thinking of all of the things they could do together. They could even stay after his parents left and rent a place with Martyn and Cornelia.

Phil began telling Dan of all of the things he had just thought of when he was cut off by Dan. “But wait!” He exclaimed. Phil looked at him, concerned, and willing him to go on. “If I go with you, that means we won’t have amazing reunion sex like we do every year! Oh, no, I take it all back, I’m staying home.”

Phil laughed loudly, relieved that it was just a joke. “God, Dan, I thought it was something serious.”

“It is serious!” Dan said immediately, mocking offense. “I don’t know what I’ll do without it!”

Phil shifted so he could whisper in Dan’s ear. “Don’t worry,” he growled, “I’m sure I can make up for it.” Dan giggled, rolling over so he was on top of the older boy.

“We’ll see about that.”

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the-zodiacs-written-in-the-stars · 6 years

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Chapter 4: Mike & Matt

Mike and Matt were walking quietly as they made their way back home. It was a lot to take in, after all. Both were still busy digesting it. The existence of aliens, supposedly having superpowers, gods having been superheroes – them now being superheroes.

“We could just stay home today?”, suggested Mike hopefully, squeezing Matt's hand.

Matt huffed softly, turning his head to look at his fiance. “We could. But what would it change? You think all of this makes more sense tomorrow? Not to mention, I have a couple important meetings today. Sonia suggested a lunch meeting for us.”

“You're way too responsible”, complained Mike as he leaned in to kiss the top of Matt's head.

“Amore, you have never missed a single day ever”, pointed Matt out with one raised eyebrow.

Mike heaved a sigh. They were probably both too responsible. Which was why they would most likely allow themselves to be dragged into whatever this mess actually was. Superheroes. His other hand, the one not holding onto Matt's, found the small glass-marble in his sweater's pocket.

Cancer was in there. Unsure how that worked, but for easier understanding, Aquarius had compared it to a djinn's lamp. Rub the marble, summon the companion inside.

“I wonder who the other nine are”, whispered Mike thoughtfully.

Matt hummed curiously, staring blankly ahead, most likely just as lost in the same kind of thoughts as Mike. There were twelve Zodiacs. There were twelve Zodiac companions. Mike, Matt and Tanya had three – that left nine still missing. Cancer had, irritated and impatiently, told the humans that the twelve of them had gotten separated during the meteor-shower. Not a rare thing, it apparently happened 'most the times' – which only made Mike wonder even more just how often this had happened before. How many heroes, unknown to the world, had saved them from some strange alien-threat...? He was mildly mortified by the thought.

“Be safe”, ordered Matt as the two of them paused in front of the apartment complex.

He got on his toe-tips to kiss Mike gently, making the gruff cop smile slightly. “You too. Don't overwork yourself today, you hear me? I'll... see you tonight.”

Matt smiled as he headed inside, while Mike turned to walk on. For his day at the office, Matt needed to get changed and ready, while Mike really needed to head to the precinct.

~*~

Thankfully, today was a very slow day. Times like today made Mike really glad that life as a cop was not the same as TV made it look. Today was mainly paperwork for him and Rick and even as they went through it, Mike was aware of his partner's concerned glances.

“What's eating you up, honey-puff?”, asked Rick by the time lunch-break came close.

“Nothing”, grunted Mike, burying himself deeper in his paperwork.

“Su—ure”, grunted Rick in disbelief, leaning back some. “Don't tell me you and Matt had a fight. Yesterday, that dinner-thing with the rich people, right? Didn't go well? Wait. Don't tell me you made a fool of yourself and Matt broke up with you.”

Mike flipped him the bird without even looking up. “I can still ask someone else to be my best man. Anyone, really. We literally have a more qualified Alfaro right on this station.”

“...You're not making by baby brother your best man, hermano”, huffed Rick offended.

Mike smirked and remained quiet. Officer Eddie Alfaro was Rick's little brother who very eagerly followed his brother's footsteps into law enforcement. And teasing Rick about not being the most competent Alfaro around had essentially become a running gag at the precinct at this point.

Thankfully, he spotted someone out of the corner of his eyes who would do for a perfect change of topic. “You got a lunch date with a lovely lady today, Dick?”

Rick perked up at that, most likely expecting his fiance. By the time he turned around on his chair, the lovely lady stood right in front of him and pinched his cheeks before pulling him in to kiss his cheeks. There was a mild look of horror on Rick's face.

“Mijo! You lost weight again!”, declared the elderly woman scandalized.

“Abuelita. Abuelita, what are you doing here?”, asked Rick embarrassed.

Some of their co-workers snickered as they watched the unstoppable force of Julia Aiza de Alfaro assessing her grandson. Julia was a petite but fierce woman, who ruled the family with an iron fist and who was not up for being argued with. Mike smirked and leaned back, watching Julia's husband approach them at a more relaxed pace. Juan was rather laid back and he was a man who had learned decades ago not to argue with Julia. He smiled at Rick and came to stand next to Mike.

“Dios mío, you're only skin and bones!”, complained Julia displeased.

“Abuelita, I haven't-”, tried Rick to argue.

Julia shushed him. “Only. Skin. And. Bones.” She punctuated every word with a jab of her finger against Rick's ribs. “See? Nothing soft. I hit bones right away!”

“Ouch”, grunted Rick, rubbing the now sore spot. “Those aren't bones, those are muscles, abuelita. I'm a well-trained detective. I work out. I'm pure muscle-mass.”

“Nonsense, mijo”, chided Julia. “You're not eating enough.”

Rick looked utterly frustrated as he tried to argue with his grandma. Mike frowned deeply and grunted, gaining their attention. Rick's eyes widened, knowing exactly what Mike was planning.

“I don't know. I mean you did say you skipped breakfast this morning”, drawled Mike.

It was amusing to see Rick's eyes widen in utter horror. Julia seemed to grow two heads as she straightened and glared her grandson down. As she turned toward Juan with a fierce look, her husband smiled in an indulging way and walked over to them.

“Lunch! We will now go and eat lunch. No arguments, mijo!”, warned Julia. “Come. Come. Laureen makes wonderful pies! We will eat and then we will have pie.”

“Abuelita, I'm not even-”, started Rick to protest.

Juan chuckled and patted his grandson on the back, effectively silencing him. There was no arguing with Julia Aiza de Alfaro. Sometimes, it amazed Mike that Rick was even still trying.

“How are you doing, Michael?”, asked Juan with knowing eyes. “You look troubled?”

“I'm fine”, assured Mike with a slightly forced smile.

“Ah”, nodded Juan and laughed. “I know exactly what is troubling you.”

“Y—You do?”, asked Mike nervously, eyes widening because no one should know.

“Your wedding”, declared Juan, like it was the most obvious thing. “You are a young man, engaged to the love of your life. The wedding plans must put a lot of stress on you and Matteo.”

Instantly, Mike relaxed a little and sighed. “Oh. No, no. No worries about that.”

“I find that hard to believe”, stated Juan, raising one eyebrow. “I remember my wedding to Julia. I was so nervous about her parents. They were giving me quite the hard time.”

“Oh, my future in-laws adore me”, assured Mike with the smallest smile. “Giovanni has given me the protective dad speech with a special mafia-spin when we announced the engagement, but Matt just huffed and elbowed his dad and reminded him that they have no ties to the mafia. Giovanni spent the entire rest of the night pouting because Matt ruined it.”

That got him a laugh from Juan. “That's good. But it's more than just his family judging you, isn't it? You are getting married to one of the richest and most successful businessmen of North America. Every detail of your wedding will be all over the tabloids and the news.”

Somehow, Mike did not feel as relaxed anymore. His eyes widened. How had that thought never crossed his mind? Sure, he knew that he was getting married to a rich and successful man. And yes, the press had been interested in them – but they were a surprisingly boring couple; no cheating, no drama, no scandals. Though Mike had kind of planned their wedding as a normal wedding. He had never really considered that the rest of the world would partake in their wedding too, in away. The thought made him oddly nervous all of a sudden.

“Michael”, stated Julia, fixing him with a stern look and pulling him out of his thoughts. “You are coming to lunch too, mijo. Matteo does not feed you enough.”

Mike's eyes softened at that. It never failed to make him feel warm with what ease he had been adopted into this family. Even though he had only met Rick at the academy, the two had soon grown to be inseparable best friends. And as they ended up as partners at the PD, Rick's family had more than eagerly accepted him. Julia most of all, especially when she had learned that Mike was an orphan. By now they were the only family Mike and his sister could imagine.

“I can't, abuelita, but thanks”, replied Mike with a charming smile. “I'm meeting Mel for lunch.”

Julia nodded pleased by that. “Such a good boy. You could learn from him, Ricardo.”

“Wha...? I'm an awesome big brother”, huffed Rick offended. “I am the one showing Eddie the ropes around here! I'm his mentor.”

“Si, si. Eduardo. What about Enrique? You were not at his ballet performance!”, chided Julia.

“I was arresting a hostage taker!”, sputtered Rick defensively. “I would have been there if this guy hadn't decided to take a bank hostage! It was all hands on deck.”

Mike smiled fondly as he watched them leave and listened to their argument slowly fading out. Grabbing his own jacket, he got ready to leave too. He had agreed to meet his sister for lunch. Somehow that seemed trivial now, after last night. On his way out, he checked his phone. With his big sister, it wasn't rare to get canceled last minute. Melanie was a college professor and it often happened that a student needed counseling or had too many questions so her hours were full.

Mel: Burgers at 12. Ur paying, ur the 1 with the sugar daddy

Wiggling his nose, he typed his reply. Haha. Funny. I'll be there in 5.

Considering she was a professor for English literature, it never ceased to amaze Mike that Mel could completely fuck all grammar and spelling when it came to texting. Since he already had his phone in hand, he dialed his fiance's number to check in with Matt.

“Did something happen? Are you alright?”, asked Matt instantly, sounding concerned.

“No, sunshine, I'm good, I just wanted to see how you were doing”, assured Mike with a soft smile.

“Ah. Okay. Good. I'm... doing fine. Me and Tanya are doing fine. Aside from the yellow horse in the room. Literally. Sagittarius has been snooping around my office since we came here”, sighed Matt.

“...That's kind of cute”, mused Mike, grinning. “My prince with his unicorn.”

“Ha. Ha. Ha”, huffed Matt, though Mike could hear the genuine amusement. “You any conversations with Cancer? Or did your crab actually stay inside his... ah... glass-pearl?”

“I think Cancer is the most... reasonable out of the three and he saw that I was always among people so far. He wouldn't come out then”, offered Mike thoughtfully. “Probably won't talk to him until I get home tonight. Speaking of, when do you think you'll get home, sunshine?”

“I genuinely can't tell yet, amore. I'm sorry. Tanya and I are going to meet up with Sonya for dinner and who knows how long that will take us. Don't wait up. Not that that's going to stop you.”

“It's okay. I love you. Be safe”, hummed Mike gently.

“Always am. You too, amore”, said Matt before hanging up.

Sighing softly, Mike put the phone away and crossed the street. Or at least that was what he had wanted to do. A car nearly hit him, followed by a second car, followed by a five-headed dragon the size of a house. Mike paused and blinked a couple of times. He turned to look after the dragon. Yup. Still there. Giant lizard with five heads. No, wait, those weren't called dragons. It was on the tip of Mike's tongue. Matt was obsessed with Greek mythology – it was the reason he had named his company Chiron Training, because Chiron was apparently the greatest trainer of heroes there was. Something with an hy-... sounded like a hydrant.

Shaking his head, he took out his phone to take a picture. Matt would know what this was. And Cancer would be able to explain it. Because something told Mike that this was directly related to the sudden appearance of colorful creatures telling them about heroes. Heroes usually had some figurative dragons to slay. The emphasis here being on 'figurative' though.

Mike yelped as the beast turned around and hit him square with its tail. Laying on the ground, he could only watch with utter mortification how heat and smoke rose from one of the beast's muzzles. Its mouth stood wide open as it prepared to burn Mike to a crisp. This was how he was going to go out. Not heroically on the job, not old and gray in Matt's arms and with their children and grandchildren surrounding them. No instead, on the street, burned alive by a hydrant-dragon.

“Watch out!”

The next second, someone landed right in front of Mike. The first thing Mike noticed was that the guy had a really nice ass. In his defense, the guy had landed right on front of Mike, Mike was laying on the ground and the other was kneeling. Skin-tight dark-red leather-pants also helped. The man stood up and lifted a sword up over his head. It had a curious grip, with what looked like dragon wings spreading out and a red gem at the center. The man was wearing a leather hoodie made of the same dark-red leather as his pants.

Mike gasped surprised when the sword caught fire and as the beast spit its fire at them, the sword just blocked it and seemingly absorbed the heat. Wow. This felt far too much like he was the damsel in distress of an actual superhero movie. Something meowed next to him.

“Shoo”, said an annoyed little voice. “What are you still doing here, human? Shoo! Go to safety.”

“...A talking lion-cub”, muttered Mike, blinking. “A talking lion-cub on fire.”

“Yes. Very observant, human. Now shoo”, nodded the cute little lion.

It was adorable. Dark red and with a pink nose. His mane was made of pure flames. Wait. A lion. Like the lion? Leo? The Zodiac sign? Mike's eyes wandered over to the guy dressed in red leather. A hero, bonded with an adorable Zodiac companion. That had to be it.

The lion nipped at Mike's heel and Mike finally complied. After all, he was right. This was dangerous and he was just a human. He didn't even know what kind of powers Cancer could grant him, much less how to wield them. He was... absolutely useless right now. He fixed the human hero with a concerned glance. He hoped the guy would be alright on his own.

“Scorpio! Get your butt moving! I could use some fire-extinguishing!”, called the young man out.

“Coming, Leo! Wo-hoo!”, yelped a female voice.

Mike, in the act of getting up, turned toward the voice. He stared in stunned silence as a girl just swung into the scene via a whip that she had curled around the street-lamp. She landed not quite gracefully next to Leo. Okay. She definitely looked out of this world.

Dark-purple hair and wearing the strangest outfit. Skin-tight white top with a frilly two-layered skirt in two different shades of purple, puffy sleeves and thigh-high white boots. She offered a bright smile as she wielded her whip, snapping it at the dragon-creature and tying its necks together.

Shaking his head, Mike finally decided to get going. He was a cop. He knew better than to be a bystander who in the end got pulled into the crossfire. Hurrying, he made his way across the street.

By the time he reached the pub, he was out of breath. Yet here, it was quiet. Blinking at how bizarre all of this was, he opened the St. John's Pub's door and entered. Inside was a whole, different world. It was calm, people were talking and laughing. No one was even aware of what was going on two blocks over. This was now his reality and he was just... overwhelmed by that.

“Well, you look traumatized. Didn't walk in on Rick and Lizzy having sex in a closet again?”

Mike shuddered at the reminder of that traumatic experience of seeing his best friend and said best friend's girlfriend have sex in the supply closet that one time. Glaring, Mike sat down opposite his sister. Melanie smiled at him with a knowing twinkle in her eyes. His glare darkened.

“What? Something happened?”, teased Melanie, leaning back and taking the menu.

She pushed her glasses up on her nose and in the same motion brushed her long, black hair back over her shoulder. Mike sighed, contemplating what to say. What had happened outside was something that had actually happened. At least Mike hoped it. Part of him still thought that maybe there had been a gas-leak at Tanya's and all three had experienced hallucinations...?

“Abuelo just reminded me that my wedding is going to be a public event”, grunted Mike.

“Of course did you not consider that”, chuckled Melanie amused.

“I mean, Mattie is going to pay to make sure this is as private as possible, but...”, drawled Mike.

“You're absolutely hopeless, brother”, sighed Melanie and shook her head.

“I kno—ow”, groaned Mike and let his forehead fall onto the table.

“Can you go and order me a vegetarian burger?”, requested Melanie. “And a small salad.”

“You do know you could order our food too, right?”, drawled Mike.

Melanie made a face and looked at the bar. Behind it, as nearly always, was Jessie St. John. Mike might be gay, but he could see that Jessie was an objectively attractive woman. She was athletic, not with bulky muscles but he had already seen her six-pack when she was wearing a midriff free shit, her arms strong too. Aside from that, she shared most of her features with her brother. The light-brown hair, the dark-green eyes, pale and freckled skin.

“You are the most useless lesbian ever”, stated Mike pointedly as he got up to go to the bar.

Which was true. Melanie really was a useless lesbian. Whenever she was faced with a beautiful girl, her brain just farted. She would sputter, blush and stammer. Mike had his money down that his sister was going to die as an old and lonely cat-lady because of that. Melanie grumbled beneath her breath and tilted her head down, knowing very well that Mike was right.

“Hey, Jessie”, greeted Mike with a smile. “A vegetarian burger for my sis and a triple-bacon for me. A beer and a... mh... lemonade for me. Oh, and a small salad for Mel.”

Jessie scribbled it all down and raised one eyebrow. “Still can't talk to me, eh? Guess I'll be taking it as a compliment. But how long does she usually take before she can talk to pretty girls?”

“I have yet to see it happen”, drawled Mike with the most unimpressed look on his face.

“Girl's gotta get out and get herself a girlfriend”, stated Jessie seriously. “To get over all of this.”

“See, that's where the problem lays. Can't get a girlfriend if she can't talk to gorgeous women. And you, for some reason”, stated Mike with a teasing smirk.

Jessie flipped him the bird. “I'll spit in your lemonade.”

“Secret ingredient to the homemade lemonade, huh?”, snickered Mike and returned to the table.

Melanie looked absolutely miserable where she was sprawled out half on the table. “Sometimes, I question how we can be related. You somehow managed to get engaged to a handsome billionaire and I can't even order a damn burger from a pretty girl...”

“Yeah. You're pathetic”, agreed Mike solemnly, getting kicked under the table.

The siblings fell into light banter as they waited for their burger. Mike was pleased by who brought their food, because it was Jamie, personally. Special treatment that never failed to make Mike smile. Jamie looked a little flushed, which was a good look on his fair skin.

“Hey. Matt not coming today?”, asked Jamie with a smile.

Mike had a dopey grin on his lips. He loved the way Jamie smiled, because the smile always lit his eyes up and made them look a brighter green than they actually were. Melanie kicked him under the table again and was giving him a pointed look that clearly said 'Now I see how we're related because you can be just as useless and pathetic as me', which... was legit.

“No. He's at work”, sighed Mike with the smallest pout.

“Poor you”, chuckled Jamie amused. “Well, guys. Enjoy your burgers.”

“Thanks. I love bacon”, hummed Mike, staring after Jamie's ass longingly when he walked away.

“...Honestly”, snorted Melanie and rolled her eyes before taking a huge bite from her burger.

“Shut up”, glowered Mike, sticking his tongue out at Melanie.

~*~

“There's a dragon loose.”

Matt blinked slowly and looked up from the paperwork he was going through. Tanya had stormed into his private office. She closed the door behind herself and rushed over to the giant TV. Matt's eyes widened as the news came on. There was a five-headed beast on screen.

“-first on scene was our own Isabel Tapia.”

Isabel was cut into the picture, microphone in hand and serious expression on her face. “What appeared to be a real-life dragon roared its way up fifth street today. And even though there were many injured, thankfully enough no one was seriously harmed. And thanks for that go to the two new self-proclaimed protectors of New York. The Lionhearts, as they called themselves.”

The footage in the background changed, still showing the five-headed dragon but this time around it was battling two oddly dressed humans. A girl in a purple skirt and a guy in red leather.

“...What in the name of god”, muttered Matt as he leaned back on his chair.

“Oh!”, exclaimed Sagittarius excitedly. “Leo and Scorpio!”

The unicorn had blatantly refused to return to her tiny glass-marble, instead thoroughly inspecting Matt's office and enjoying the view. He found himself not minding it as much as he probably should, but he sure was glad he had not chosen the glass-walls for his office.

“What?”, asked Tanya, looking at the yellow unicorn in confusion.

Sagittarius walked toward the screen and pointed with her horn at what appeared to be two small lions, one dark-red and one light-purple. Though something was off about both – well, aside from their color-scheme, quite clearly – the red lion had a mane that was seemingly on fire, while the purple lion had a... scorpion-tail of sorts. Frowning, Matt rubbed his face.

“Those are Scorpio and Leo”, stated Sagittarius. “That means those two humans must be their humans. Which is good. We found Scorpio and Leo already.”

“Well, we haven't really found them”, pointed Tanya out and raised both eyebrows. “They are vaguely somewhere in Los Angeles. Which, not exactly a small town.”

Sagittarius glared at her. A glaring unicorn looked vaguely bizarre. Matt rubbed his face again.

“What about the hydra?”, asked Matt after another beat. “Where does that come from?”

Tilting her head, Sagittarius walked over to the desk. “You know there are twelve Zodiacs, yes?”

“Yes. We had that conversation yesterday”, confirmed Matt and leaned back.

“There are many constellations in the sky”, started Sagittarius carefully. “But it is the twelve of us who are... the... the chosen ones. The Zodiacs. The ones who are assigned special importance and meaning. The ones humans wish to associate themselves with. The ones humans tie their fate to. At times, the other constellations grow jealous of us and want more... More power and more attention. The hydra is a constellation and apparently, she is already on Earth.”

“Wait. How does that work?”, grunted Tanya, massaging her temples.

“We're manifestations of the constellations”, answered Sagittarius. “But we – the Zodiacs – are more powerful, because you humans assigned us the task of being Zodiacs. You tied more meaning to us than to the other constellations. And at times, that makes the minor constellations revolt.”

“...The hydra from the myths is actually the constellation hydra”, muttered Matt with a frown.

“The constellation existed first and manifested as the beast, thus earning her name as hydra. Both, the monster and the constellation”, confirmed Sagittarius.

“So, does this mean this... hydra is... bonded to a human too?”, asked Tanya concerned.

“Yes. We draw our power from humans”, nodded Sagittarius. “We on our own have no powers. We can only gift our powers to a human. As you saw with Scorpio and Leo on the magic box. They bonded with humans and gave the humans powers and weapons. That is what Aquarius, Cancer and I wish to do with you and the grumpy human.”

“Mike. His name is Mike”, interjected Matt pointedly.

“I'm sorry, your human names are very hard to remember”, apologized Sagittarius.

“Su—ure, Sagittarius”, grunted Matt, one eyebrow cocked.

Sagittarius blinked and tilted her head, which looked ridiculously cute on the yellow unicorn. Matt had always wanted a unicorn. He had never pictured it to go down like this though. His eyes went back to the television where the news were still showing the fight that had gone down between the red-clad guy, the girl in the skirt and the five-headed hydra.

This was reality.

It was actually real. It was on the news. People could see it. It wasn't just in his head, as he had kind of hoped until now. But it was actual reality. Alien creatures, manifestations of the constellations. Some good, others not. He was meant to become a hero? Along with his fiance and his best friend. To battle against the... bad... constellations?

Shaking his head, Matt checked his phone, feeling like he needed some kind of contact with Mike. Mike had sent a couple messages while Matt had been distracted by work. The first of them was of the hydra and the red-clad guy standing in front of it, seemingly wielding fire itself.

12:04 - Ran into a bit of trouble. Am okay, got saved by a talking lion on fire.

12:04 - That just sounds absurd. Damn.

12:06 - Lunch with Mel now.

12:08 - Still can't talk to Jessie. What did I do to deserve such a loser sister...? Help me set her up.

12:09 - Jessie will help with setting Mel up too.

12:12 - Too bad Jess is straight. She'd be able to reign Mel in.

12:23 - Mel's being weird.

12:23 - I'm being weird too, so yeah.

12:49 - Rick was at lunch with abuelita & abuelo. He has a stomachache now. :D

13:02 - I love you. See you tonight. Out on a case now.

Matt smiled gently at that and typed a reply of his own. Setting her up sounds good. Let's round up the lesbians for Melanie. Saw the news. And the heroes. Call themselves Team Lionheart. This is crazy. I'll bring you up to speed tonight. Stay safe and text me when you get back to the station.

“Okay. No more talk about heroes and monsters. We have a meeting to prepare for”, declared Matt seriously, looking at Sagittarius and Tanya. “In this building, we actually work.”

“Such a strange human”, hummed Sagittarius and tilted her head. “I do not like the work-ethnic. My Apollo was far more fun than you are. Please be more fun.”

“All she does is complain about me”, grunted Matt, looking at Tanya and motioning at Sagittarius. “'I wanted a pretty girl as a princess!', 'You're not fun enough!', 'Why do you not have apples in your office?'. She complains about everything... Is Aquarius as bad?”

“No. She has been very sweet”, hummed Tanya with an amused smile.

“Well, she got a pretty pretty”, pouted Sagittarius.

Tanya blushed at the compliment and blinked slowly. “And how exactly did you end up with Matt? I mean, why not me, since you seem more inclined toward... not-Matt.”

“He was born under my sign”, replied Sagittarius. “You were born under Aquarius. That is the bond we Zodiacs need to tie ourselves to a human.”

Matt sighed once more and rubbed his face. Hopefully, he would be able to go through the day.

~*~

Mike was out like a candle by the time Matt got home and at least this time Mike had gone to bed. Though the lights were still on and he had his tablet on his chest, so Matt guessed his fiance had still attempted to wait for him. Smiling softly, Matt took the tablet and laid it on the nightstand.

“He has been researching constellations after we talked.”

Startling some, Matt turned to look at the dark-blue crab sitting on one of the pillows. “Hello, Cancer. So you already talked him through things...? I don't need to catch him up.”

“No. You might go to bed, Matteo”, confirmed Cancer. “But would you mind drawing me a bath in your tiny hovering water-box...? Michael fell asleep before he could.”

Smiling, Matt picked the crab up and went to the bathroom to fill one of the two sinks with lukewarm water for Cancer. Cancer sighed contently as he soaked in the water. Through the open door, Matt could see the yellow glow of Sagittarius leaving her glass-marble. On his way back to the bedroom, Matt checked on her and saw that the yellow unicorn was getting comfortable in the living room. After getting changed, Matt crawled into bed with his fiance.

“Sunshine...?”, mumbled Mike sleepily as Matt sneaked in beneath his arm.

“Sh. Sleep. Sleep, amore”, whispered Matt gently, pecking Mike's lips.

“Love you”, yawned Mike, hugging Matt closer.

“I love you too”, chuckled Matt fondly.

And before he fell asleep, Matt knew that whatever this new reality was, he could face it as long as he had Mike at his side, giving him the strength to handle whatever this was.

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Fanfic MST: Forbiden Fruit: The Tempation of Edward Cullen, a Twilight fanfic [part 6]

Meant to get this done a while ago, but I’ve got a new job and it’s been keeping me busy. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this chapter; it’s probably the most action-packed one yet.

Content warnings for this chapter include more (attempted) rape, a consensual sex scene (not described), and some violence. And a hell of a lot of nonsense that may hurt your brain if you think about it too hard.

Recap: Tiaa competed in, and won, a school talent contest. Edward was very impressed with her, but Tiaa was still angry about him rejecting her advances back in chapter 4, so she yelled at him and then went and had a cry.

Chapter 1

Previous chapter

AN - dnt all just attack me for the things writen in this chapter about Tiaas parents, i havent explaned everything yet an it will make more sense later.

Which probably means it will make no sense now, but we’ll see.

Chapter 6 - the curse

-Oh ewdard with your skin so white Your eyes like amber out of sight Pale angel in my eyes Hair like gold rosy sunrise-

That’s a hell of a poem, but maybe you should stick to prose.

I read the words of my poem out quietly. I had written a poem about Edward, i just couldnt help myself. I hated myself for doing it but i couldnt get him out of my mind and it was the only way i could deal with my feelings.

Soddenly my mind went black and i felt into a trance.

In my original version of the MST I made a comment here about Tiaa needing therapy and antipsychotics. I would have reproduced it as-is, but I don’t wanna seem like I’m making light of mental illness; that being said, as someone who goes to therapy and takes antipsychotics, this girl could use some professional medical attention. Like, pronto.

A tall pale man stood in front of me all ghosty and misty like he was only half there.

It was… VLODEMORT AND DA DETH DEALERS!!11!1

"my daugher? My daughter?" he moaned

"who are you?" i wispa quietly

"i am your FATHER!

That’s a real shocker after he just called her his daughter.

I AM CAIUS FROM THE VOLTURI!

Not positive why he’s screaming this part, but I’ll go with it.

Your in terror and peril my daugher!

God I fucking love this author’s use of the English language.

Beware the vampire boy called edward!"

"why?" I said

"you mussent let him sex you or the curse your mother tried to protect you from will fall on you...you'll become a VAMPIRE!

Uh… what? Lemme dissect this.

Tiaa’s dad is a vampire. Presumably her mom was not, though I get the feeling mom may not have been human either. Human/vampire hybrids are an established thing in the Twilight universe, and Tiaa clearly isn’t one (just for starters, she’s apparently been aging at a normal rate, as opposed to the highly accelerated pace at which human/vampire hybrids mature), so let’s assume her mom has some other supernatural shit going on. There’s a curse involved, so let’s say she’s a witch or similar.

Why the hell would there be a curse on Tiaa that makes her turn (presumably irreversibly) into a vampire if she has sex with a vampire? Who caused this? What’s going on? Is it specifically Edward who’s dangerous to her, or would any other vampire pose the same threat? What is defined as “sex” here? Vaginal intercourse?

What a weird plot twist. Moving the hell on.

And you will never be safe! Only as a human can you be safe from them..."

Wait, safe from who? Why would being human make her safer? Would she be targeted specifically for being nonhuman if she were to become a vampire? Why?

then he faded and I was awake and uncle larry was standing at my door.

"take ur clothes off now you moldy slut!" said uncle larry and he smiles horribly with his yellow teeth

Geez, Uncle Larry, at least do something about the mold first.

"no i wont" i screamed but uncle larry came over and hit me. I was strong for my size but he was a huge fat man like 300 pounds in weight and stronger than me.

Oh, okay, so we finally get a sense of how big and strong Uncle Larry is compared to Tiaa. Presumably Atlantiana “strong and graceful like the running anti-lopes” Rebekah Loren is faster than this guy, though. I feel like she might still be able to outmaneuver him.

He took my clothes off and chained me to the bed.

Where did the chains come from? Did Uncle Larry bring them with him or do Dave and Marie keep bondage equipment in the house?

I new he was going to rape me again.

That’s an impressive deduction.

But at that moment someone came running into the room and hit uncle larry across the head with a stick and knocks him out cold. Uncle larry laid there bleeding and i looked up at...EDWARD!

I was gonna make a totally different comment here but it actually just struck me (pun not intended) that this is the most in-character Edward has been yet. If you read Twilight, there’s actually a scene where he saves Bella from a group of guys attempting to corner and assault her. His mind-reading ability and stalker tendencies both come in handy here; it’s not a stretch to imagine he might be hanging about in the vicinity of Tiaa’s house, and he would be able to read Uncle Larry’s mind and know what Larry planned on doing to Tiaa. As ridiculous as him conveniently busting in at the nick of time might seem, it’s exactly the sort of thing he’d do.

"omg my sweet lady" he cried! "what has this frightful asshole been doing to thee?"

Never mind, apparently he didn’t actually read Uncle Larry’s mind, or he would have known what the frightful asshole (great phrase) had been doing to Tiaa. So we’re back to the scene making no sense.

"he's been raping me and hitting me" i weeped sadly as edward unchained me and i put my clothes on. Edward turned away whale I dressed so he wasnt perving on me, and he looked down at the poem I had wroten.

"for truth!these are the most beautiful words I have ever seen, it makes me feel so very moved" he cried "i wish i wasnt promised to someone else then i could write poems for thee"

Edward, man, you’re coming up on 100 years old. You’ve been going through the educational system over and over again for decades. Surely you’ve read some good poetry (by which I mean “surely you’ve read the one or two good poems to have been written in the history of poetry, one of which is definitely ‘The Emperor of Ice Cream’ by Wallace Stevens”) in your time on this earth.

"why are u promised to bella anyways" i ask

"Be cause i made a promise and i cant' break it, it would be rude and ungentalmanly.

Promised because he made a promise. Got it.

Bella never used to be like she is now,when i fist met her she was sweet and shy and was never nasty about everybody but she has changed and so have her freinds. I dont know watt made her change, maybe it is mine fault, she just seems angry all the time now."

That’s what happens when a Mary Sue shows up in your story! Canon characters start acting really weird to allow the Sue to fill a specific role that would otherwise not exist!

"Yah that makes sense I guess" i said.

We left the house and went to walk in the woods. We talked about loads of things and it turned out we had a lot in comnon. We liked all the same music and movies and books and stuff, it was like magic.

I actually think one of the perks of dating a vampire would be being able to pick his brain about pop culture through the ages. Like, it’d be really cool to talk about hip youth culture with someone who has been masquerading as a hip young person for over fifty years; that’s gotta be a unique perspective. But what the hell are the odds of a teenager in the 2000s matching interests perfectly with someone who’s lived through the entire 20th century?

"you know maybe bella is unhappy be cause you guys are not in love like u used to be, and u should brake up with her so she can move on and your can both be happy" i say

…see, now that’s actually completely solid relationship advice.

"she all ways used to say that shed kill herself if I left her. I could not be responsable for her death!

Uh, her depression (and/or manipulative tendencies?) isn’t his responsibility. On the other hand, though, this is in-character for Edward.

I just don't get what has happened to her she used to be nice and sweet like thou my lady.

I feel like Edward isn’t very good at judging when a girl is “nice and sweet.”

And now i am falling in love with thou and it is all such a darn mess!" He hit a tree in frustration and it broke.

This author’s frequent use of purple prose only makes it funnier when she describes something as minimally as this. “It broke.” Brilliant.

He was so strong, i guess cause he was a vampire.

Yeah, could be why.

"your falling in love with me?" i ask, my cheeks going all red and my heart starting to sore

Girl, you okay?

"omg, forget I said that!" he looked relay embarassed and it was so cute. He had a big erection too.

Did this boy just get a hard-on from punching a tree?

I retched out and grabbed his hard throbbing male object.

I am literally imploring you to use the word “penis” instead.

We couldn't controll ourselves any more and we both fell down on the floor and got naked and made love. It was amazing and lasted hours and I had never been so happy in my life i felt like i coud die with happines.

These two have some impressive stamina considering it’s the first time for both of them. I mean, I guess Edward is a vampire, and Tiaa is... Tiaa, but still.

But after a while edward started to freak out and cry.

Yeah, he’s like that.

"I HAVE BEEN SUCH A FOOL!" he screamed "i should not have let that hapen!

I’ll cut the guy some slack for being eternally seventeen years old, which probably doesn’t come with the best impulse control, but… they had sex for hours, and he only just now started to realize his mistake?

I hope thee can forgive me, i must return to Bella!" and he ran away.

I could not believe it. It was like my world was caving in all about me. i was so socked and angry i could not even cry or scream.

It’s not really shocking, honestly. The entire story has been about Edward’s inability to make up his goddamn mind over whether or not to leave Bella. I’d be angry too, because the constant waffling back and forth is pretty annoying, but… oh, hang on, that actually says she was socked, not shocked. Never mind.

But as i lay there i started to fell diferent, like RELAY diferent. I suddenly remembed watt my father had said to me about not making sex with edward or he woud turn me into a vampire!

Yeah, it’s pretty easy to forget randomly blacking out and having a vision of your vampire dad. That’s the sort of thing that happens so often it’s hard to keep track.

My skin was getting all hard and pale and my eyes could suddenly see a lot clearer than before! I could hear lots of little noises even form relay far away. I even wanted to drink blood!

She’s turning into Ebony Dark’ness Dementia Raven Way.

and i could smell a human comin closer, he was almost here

"There you are you horrid SLUG" it was uncle larry "where have u been? I'm goin to rape u now!”

Well, that’s some real authentic-sounding rapist dialogue.

Also, if you remember my comment from earlier about placing bets on which chapter Uncle Larry dies horribly in, and you bet on chapter 6, congrats! You don’t win anything. I’m out of confetti.

Something in me snaped. I jumped at him and broke his neck and drank his blood!

I don’t normally condone vampirism, but in this case — you go, girl! Give ‘em what for!

i had always ben strong for my size but now i was SUPER strong!He looked so surprised and it was so GOOD! Soon i dropped him on the floor and he was...dead!

I woulda thought he’d have died once his neck was broken, but if she has enough technique to keep him alive to suffer even with a broken neck, more power to her.

Next chapter

#forbidenfruit.mst #fandom:twilight #halfworld.mst

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imaginingit · 7 years

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crush!jungkook

happy valentine’s day mothafuckas ;)

i love jeon jungkook are u bitches ready

you first met jungkook when you heard the sound of a moving truck beep its way into the driveway next to yours

now u were always a child of adventure

ur parents worked a lot so it was basically u at home with ur grandparents and they were the most chill motherfuckers on the face of the planet

and the front door of ur house always seems to be unlocked so u were the poster boy/gal of “adventure is out there!!!”

cue me ugly crying that movie kills m e

u loved the outdoors and being adventurous

u were so tomboy and reckless it was hilarious

u drove every single member of ur family insane

they got called into school one time to u staring at the ground in the principal’s office next to a kid with a missing tooth and bloody nose

“he tried to hug me”

to summarize, u loved causing trouble, but have fun in the midst!

and yes, meeting new ppl!!

and at dinner, u would hear ur grandpops and grandma talking abt the couple moving in next door

and how they have also have a 6!! year!! old!! son!!

and u could barely keep ur head on the pillow that night bc omg! you can’t wait to have a new friend the same age as u!

so on that beautiful sunny saturday morning, at exactly 7am sharp, with ur scabby knees, bruised legs, ripped shorts, mismatched socks, run-down light up sneakers, and ur older brother’s hand-me-down power rangers sweatshirt, you marched on over to the driveway to meet your new best friend

and u see a middle aged man and a beautiful woman trying to carry in a couple boxes together and u guessed those were the parents

and as u were marvelling at how pretty they were, “man, if they look that good, how good does their son loo--”

“MOM, DAD, HELP IM STUCK IN THE SOFA!!”

u have no idea what came over u but u almost tripped over the tall weeds trying to get into the truck and find the source of the voice

you went straight to the yellow, flower-y sofa resting in the middle of the truck, with little boy limbs sticking out from under the cushions

u ran up and ripped them away and low and behold, u laid ur eyes on the most beautiful 6 year old there ever was

and from then on, ur heart decided to plant its FUCKING BOTTOM with jungkook forever

from the first day he met u he literally believed u were the weirdest person he’s ever met

but without a doubt, you became childhood friends

like best friends

u saw him naked for the first time when u were 8 and just bursted into his shower at like 8am in the morning

“Y/N WHAT THE FUCK GET OUT IM NAKED?????”

“omg it’s so smALL?”

he didn’t speak to you for two weeks after that

your grandparents would always have him over for dinner

you guys played make believe together and took naps in ur power ranger blanket together

but it’s also a lot of bullying

LOTS OF WRESTLING

taking turns making ugly faces, whoever laughs first has to go and tell ur grandma they pooped their pants and needs help changing it

“accidentally” slapping each other SUPER hard in the face

“you had a fly on ur cheek sorry!! couldn’t help it!!”

literally the purest and most innocent friendship ever ever ever

everyday in first grade, when you had reading time, he would be in the seat behind you and fold a tiny little paper plane with a sticky note and throw it at you

would keep folding them and throwing it at you until you noticed and turned around and yelled at him and got in trouble by your student teacher

“i hate u jeon jungkook”

you didn’t really

but it wasn’t until the third or fourth time he kept doing it that you realized there was a message on each of them

and they weren’t really anything cute

they were just like

“hey notice me”

“your hair looks greasy from the back”

“what book are you reading”

“don’t ignore me”

“am i being annoying?”

“yea? good.”

but your favourite was

“i’m glad you’re in my class”

because he would rarely ever show affection to you because your relationship was made up a lot of the “we don’t need to say anything to know it”, meaning you never needed to straight out express your gratitude to each other for the other to know that you’re appreciated

main point is you grew up together

however, after like the fourth grade

you both somehow decided that you were too cool for each other despite the fact that your crush on him was still there

there was something so mesmerizing about the fact that

he never truly ever demeaned you as a person??? like yes he was a tease and you guys always did those things to each other

but for a kid, he was always somewhat of a gentleman and would never make fun of you to deliberately hurt your feelings

unfortunately doe, in middle school, your group of friends completely changed

and although you guys sort of had the same status in school of being popular but very, very laidback, and your groups of friends acquainted with one another, your interactions would be saying hi, making small talk when you were with a handful of other people and smiling at each other as you pass by the halls

back then, you would walk home together every single day and spend time doing homework in the bedroom of one of you two

but as the grades went on and the workload increased, you found music and student council and volleyball whereas he found track and basketball and dance

his family went through troubles and he found it difficult to talk to people at times

and you were so busy with finding a job and saving up for post-secondary that you spent after school with your clubs or in the library studying

timing and interests for you guys were extremely unparalleled and eventually, things just grew apart before high school began

and oh dear

high school

periods? check. acne? check. hormones? check. grOWTH SPURTS? check.

now, reader, entering high school, you only had one rule: forget. about. jeon. jungkook.

and it wasn’t like he was being a dick or anything to you, you just didn’t find any way that you guys would work out anymore

despite being best friends and literally showering together when you were 7 and your parents are best friends, you just never ever have proper conversations anymore, and things just naturally got awkward

and also life lesson for u guys omg so philosophical what it wasn’t anyone’s fault, you guys just happened to no longer have the same interests or the time to notice each other anymore - people drift apart. it happens.

and you were so okay with coming to terms with that

until

“oh my gosh is that jeon jungkook?”

“he... grew muscles?”

“giRL HIS HAIR”

“puberty hit him like a freight train???”

the morning of sophomore year, after a whole first year of properly avoiding him and being absolutely sure that he wasn’t going to get hot (jungkook is juST A LATE BLOOMER OK LEAVE HIM ALONE), you turned your head to the front doors and felt the wind get knocked out of you

bc walking in with his friends, with the school uniform seemingly perfectly snug and hugging every one of his curves

was jungkook

and for some reason

yes he looked more mature and yes he got fucking MANLIER

but you were instantly reminded of something that clicked in you when you saw that 6 year old boy stuck in the sofa on the very first day he moved in next to you

was it that innocence? was it the charm? was it the hair-swept-away-from-face thing? you diDN’T KNOW

but girl you were gone again

and listen

you dated people in freshman year and guys liked you, but you were never the type to chase or to fawn

you were just different from other girls like you would much rather be the type to be the one playing ball than the one in a miniskirt cheering on the team on the sidelines

that’s just who you are, heck you fucking punched a dude that wanted to hug you and say thank you, broke his nose and chipped his tooth like kk y/n

it was just difficult for you to grasp feelings, truly, but for some reason, this guy has just got you so weak???

and for some other reason, jungkook and the reminder and memories of you guys as kids just hits you like a truck and you’re already head over heels once again

and you go into first period to shake off the thought of him but ofc!!! he’s!!!! in!!!! ur!!! first!! period!!! literature!!! ihml!!!

so you take the seat diagonally in the front of him to make sure you don’t get sidetracked in ur favourite class and drool at him the entire time

oNE DAY

you were taking notes from the board, analyzing and reviewing the literary device and short stories before delving into the actual stuff in literature when you dropped your pencil and leaned down to grab it

when you saw an arm reach down first

and hand it to you

you looked up

and you guessed it

biTCH IT WAS JUNGKOOK AND he had such a warm and friendly smile

and you could barely say anything

because on one hand you were like oh i’m glad he still remembers who i am??? like ffs? but your other side is like oh my god oh my god oh my god

so weeks go by and every single day you feel such a burning sensation at the back of ur neck like fufufufuffufufu he’s RIGHT THERE

and jungkook isn’t that type to be extremely boisterous and loud and obnoxious even if he’s hot shit

so you weren’t worried about him bothering you whatsoever after that like that was a fluke, he was being nice, whatever, it’s done

a couple weeks go by and you’re starting to feel better now, thinking you’ve got this crush thing under control

until

silent reading time

you were just assigned a new book by your favourite author! and you couldn’t wait to begin the book reports on these

so you dove into the world of fire-breathing dragons and mystical knights and creatures beyond reality

when you felt a poke on your neck

and you had no idea what it was? you were so engulfed in the story that you just scratched and left it, not thinking twice

and then you felt it again

it took you a second, but it hit you

and it hit you hard

you turned your head around slowly and your heart was beating so fast

your eyes fall on a small pink sticky note, folded into a plane, dropped on your shoulder

you don’t even DARE LOOKING BAC K AT HIM BC U KNOW UR HANDS AR E SHAKING TOO HARD AND IF YOU SEE HIM YOU MIGHT ACTUALLY DROP DEAD

so you open it, careful to make no noise in the silent classroom

and on the single sticky note it read:

“it’s good to see you again. i’m so so glad you’re in my class.”

you sneak a tiny glance back at the boy behind you, your face flushing with heat and memories

and from behind his book, he looks up and gives you the tiniest, warmest smile you’ve ever received

you folded the paper once more and fit it in your pocket and returned to your dragons and knights and witches, all the while smiling like a fool to yourself because maybe, just maybe, you didn’t really drift apart that much at all

hi guys!! so sorry for the late update, hope you enjoy thisssss:)

also side note: just because it’s valentine’s day (i mean i dont celebrate this) doesnt mean that you need a significant other! buy yourself some hershey’s, make some tea, snuggle up with a teddy bear and a blanket, and switch on some netflix. today is any other day, so don’t demean yourself and your experience with this day because of your status!

alsoooo don’t wanna get a little preachy but, in this au i kind of hint at the fact that the y/n or reader is someone very tomboyish and doesn’t really seem to find herself chasing after boys. in no way am i trying to vocalize the fact that just because you’re of a certain nature, your personality towards boys reflects that. this is just a fictional work of how one might feel (presumably me lolz) when realizing feelings for someone they truly loved at one point. just because a woman who is normally tougher on the exterior has a sudden soft spot for a boy does not indicate that she’s lost sense of herself or that she succumbs to a boy. just because a woman is a certain way because of a boy that makes her feel different doesn’t mean she is any less of a woman herself. everyone is obligatory to their feelings, and how women choose to express themselves sexually or emotionally to a man they love is their own personal choice as long as they are within consent and are safe. everyone’s decisions and behaviours in love are consensual and their own - that does not demean them as a feminist in any way, shape or form. remember that.

have fun, y’all, uSE PROTECTION, and i love u!!!

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lovelyparkers · 4 years

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chapter one - healing

(so yeah ur dr. romanoff bc ur nat's sister if u haven't realized! 3.2k+ words phew!)

peter was your patient. he always has been. from the minute he first crawled to your bedroom in the avengers tower after a late night brawl when you were 16, he has been your patient. and you vowed to make sure he was safe and healthy since then. a doctors word: you solemnly promised to care for the sick and wounded, promote good health and alleviate pain and suffering to the best of your ability. peter was your first patient, and you promised to care for him since.

last night he barely stirred in his sleep. he was obviously in pain and uncomfortable, he didn't even snore. you let him be all the way until it was time for you to be out the door and headed to the hospital.

"pete, love, i'm on my way out are you okay?"

"what," he rubbed his eyes and spoke in his deep morning voice, "oh i'm fine babe, go to work. i'm going back to sleep. thank you for waking me though."

you leaned down to give him a sweet kiss, which he obviously was waiting for, and he smiled, watching you walk out of your shared room. once he heard the front door click and lock he went back to sleep.

during your shift you made sure to check your phone frequently in case of emergency. after all, peter was your patient, but you didn't let the phone get in the way of hospital duties. you never would, but peter was also important. you figured peter would probably sleep most of the day, and he did promise you he wouldn't go out today so he could heal.

after doing rounds with your interns, you sent them off, checking up on them frequently. today was different, you had no scheduled surgeries, that is unless and emergency came in that needed you. but hey maybe it wouldn't be too hectic of a day. you could check on peter, check on your patients, and your interns. and of course, argue with your attending, rick.

now, rick was something else. he was the most arrogant surgeon and man in the entire hospital, and of course you were assigned to him. he was young, and flirty and according to several nurses, 'devilishly handsome.' ha, devilish is right. he bothered you, he teased you, made your internship miserable. yet it somehow made you stronger. you were more focused and self disciplined, not because of rick's actions, but because of your ability to not let him push you around. and lastly, he was known for trying to get in everyone's pants. he disgusted you. but he was on top of you on the professional scale, no pun intended. you wouldn't sink to his level. speaking of rick, he sauntered over to you and two of your interns, carly and ray.

"i'll be back, i gotta make a call," you said, referring to peter.

"oh dr. romanoff, i think you wanna hear this," rick bellowed.

"i really don't think i do."

"just wait up, please," he held out his hand.

"what?"

"so rachel and i," he said, gesturing over to rachel, a naïve nurse, "totally hit it off last night, if you know what i mean."

you scoffed, while carly and ray just looked disgusted, "really? that's what was so important? how bout your damn job, rick."

he laughed, that arrogant laugh, "i'm just messing with you sweet heart."

you shook your head, grabbing your phone from your pocket and started over to the on call room telling carly and ray you'd be back.

"jeez what's got her in a bunch?" rick asked.

"um i don't know maybe you?" ray snapped.

"whatever," rick said and followed behind you.

meanwhile in the on call room, you had peter on the phone, making sure your boy was okay.

"yeah, no, it stings a bit but, i'm feeling better."

"are you sure you're not lying," you said, genuinely worried about his well-being.

"yes sweets, i'm okay, i love you."

"i love you too pete, promise me you'll stay in?"

"i promise. so how's work?"

you were cut off by rick entering the on call room, crossing his arms and staring at you.

"um it's good, but hey i gotta go, call you later."

"love you!" peter said as you hung up.

"what," you snapped at rick.

"gosh, you're so tense."

"you make me tense."

"need some help with that?"

"not from you," you scoffed, heading towards the door to get back to carly and ray.

"wait up," rick said grabbing your hand, "look, i've got a patient, really complex case concerning the brain and i think you should take it."

"why not neuro?" you asked confused.

"because neuro is busy, i don't know. just please work with the family. you'll be good for them. no one else here is truly as calm and collected and makes a patient feel more safe than you. i swear, everyone falls in love with you by the time they are seen by you."

you smiled, for once rick had actually given you a genuine compliment, "thanks. so what's the case?"

"i know you like the brain, which is why you should go into neuro, but, it's a tumour. it's bad, they just came in today and i'm hoping you can do surgery within this week. it's urgent but we need to do scans and bloods before we can go through. we have to find out if it's even safe, and what type. they come from out of state, a small practice said he had a tumour."

"of course i'll take it. where is he?"

"peds wing."

"peds?"

"yeah, nine years old and terrified. you'll be the best for him."

you were shocked to say the least. NY Central Hospital didn't get many pediatric tumour cases. many went farther to other specialised hospitals. but you were willing to fight if it meant saving a helpless nine year olds life.

"okay. okay," you repeated yourself.

"thank you y/n. head up there asap."

rick dropped your hand finally and left. you took a moment to compose yourself before going to grab carly and ray.

"get ready kids, we're going to peds."

meanwhile, peter was at home, in bed, watching tv. he was so stiff and in more pain than he thought. but the last thing he wanted to do was worry you when you're already working a stressful job. he laid there in his boxers all morning so far after waking up. he managed to make some toast, though a little burnt. he wasn't hungry. he was in pain. his wound was a mess, constantly having to clean it and limping from room to room. he'd be fine though, he always was, right?

he was glad to talk to you though. when he saw your name appear on his phone, he smiled so big. he knew you'd call, he knew you'd worry. but he let you, a little. it was so good to hear your voice. he so wished you were here to just cuddle with him and make him feel good and make him great toast, but it was okay. you'd be home earlier than normal today. and he listened to you. and vowed to himself and to you that he wouldn't go out and possibly get more hurt.

he thought of you a lot when you weren't around. how he loved you so, so, so much. he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. he felt like he already had. he would sleep and dream of you. he'd think about all the times that day he kissed or hugged you and how he just couldn't wait to do it again when you got home. he was passionate about you. he was proud of you. and again, he loved you so much. that was peter, a lover boy. ever since junior year of high school. still so whipped for you.

he decided to text you a sweet little message. he knew you were busy, but loved to do this so you'd have something to smile about on break. he smiled, grabbing his cracked phone off his nightstand and typed you a message.

'hey sweets. just thought i'd text you and say i love you. i cant wait to see you tonight and i wanna give u a big hug. i love you! oh and i'm gonna make us salads for dinner! or at least try! anyways did i say i love you? well, i love you.'

he put down his phone and tried to run to the kitchen, but in reality looked like a limping zombie, and grabbed some fresh lemonade out of the fridge. he was like a teenage boy, scared of your response, but you were literally living together. you loved him so much and he knew it. he brought his lemonade and his camera to the balcony in your apartment. it was such a beautiful day outside, warm and sunny. peter sat in just a pair of shorts because why not. he took pictures every now and then of helicopters or people on their roofs.

"hiya peter! how are ya?"

peter turned to the left to spot his elderly neighbor, mrs. dawson, on her balcony, about 5 yards away.

"morning mrs. dawson! i'm great, it's a lovely day!"

"sure is! where's the wife?"

"oh y/n? she's at work, and you know we're not married yet."

mrs. dawson just waved her hand at peter, "well you better get on with it, i'm waiting."

"i know, i know...i will."

this made peter think about the first time you met, tony jokingly telling you to go get married already, since you hit it off so well.

"y/n! come meet spider-man!" your sister yelled to you in the living room of the compound.

you jumped up, fully expecting a dorky grown man like the rest of the avengers, yet were shocked when you saw peter, your age.

"hi! i'm y/n romanoff, it's so nice to meet you! i wasn't expecting you to be a kid like me," you laughed, pulling him in for a hug. hugs were always your thing.

"i'm peter, parker peter. i mean, uh, peter parker. it's nice to meet you too. natasha has told me lots about you," he replied, blushing.

"awe, you're sweet," you said grabbing his hand, "lemme shoe you around some!"

"okay kids when's the wedding?" tony asked, causing natasha to laugh and you and peter to blush.

from that moment of junior year of high school, you and peter spent all your time together. he would come to your room at night if he needed to be patched up, or just for a hug, or cuddle. you would have sleepovers all the time it was almost obnoxious to the rest of the avengers. you started dating nine months after you meant. and though, you weren't an avenger. you didn't have powers or super strength, but you were family, so in a way you were an avenger. nat was all you had. no mom, no dad, just an older sister. what you didn't know was in your sophomore year of college, your sister would be gone. down at the bottom of a cliff on some planet called vormir, never to be seen again. that was when you decided to become a doctor.

"carly, ray, this is the peds wing. we have a brain tumour case, nine years old. let's go in and meet him."

you walked into the room where a young boy and his parents sat, worrisome looks plastered on their faces.

"hi, i'm dr. romanoff," you shook the parents hands, "and you must be benjamin?"

the boy nodded his head and shied away from you and your interns. you held out your hand for him to shake, and he did, softly.

"ray? would you?" you asked, gesturing to his chart.

"benjamin wallace, nine years old, from new jersey. pronounced tumour in the brain by a private practice, undiagnosed, but appearing to affect him at large, that's all we got."

"okay, thank you," you said, sitting down on the bed next to benjamin.

"hi buddy, first thing we are gonna do is pretty cool! you're gonna lay on a bed and we will give you headphones to watch a movie while we take pictures of your brain, and i can show you them afterwards if you want," you smiled and the boy nodded.

you looked to the parents, who looked a little calmer now, "we will do an mri and maybe a cat scan. we will find out what's wrong."

you stood up, while the parents agreed that was a good plan, "this is carly and ray, my interns, they will be helping out a lot. carly, wanna order the mri, urgent please?"

"of course," carly smiled and waved to benjamin and walked out to the nurses station.

again, you turned to the parents, "so how do you know he has a tumour? or moreso the doctor you saw?"

"this jersey doctor did an x-ray," the mom explained, "and he said he saw something bad and it was a tumour. he told us to come here or go to a hospital in maryland so we can here. we honestly don't know what to do now, or what to believe, it was all sudden, but he has a lot of symptoms."

you thought for a moment, biting your lip, "interesting...well you and benjamin are in good hands. we are gonna take care of him and find out what's wrong."

"thank you, thank you so much."

"of course mr. wallace. nurses will be in shortly."

you walked out of the room, ray following close behind, "this is weird right?"

"sure is. it's hard to tell a tumour is there on an x-ray, unless there's severe skull deformity, but, we are gonna figure it out."

all of a sudden you were paged to the ER as well as carly. you two rushed there, and found a car crash victim on a gurney.

"what am i seeing," you asked.

the paramedic just said, "crash victim, he's obviously drunk, asked for your carly and saw she's under you."

"dad?"

"what?" you asked turning to carly.

"hey! i knew you'd be here. wanna operate on me carly?" the man asked, drunkenly slurring his words.

"sir, i don't think you need to be operated on," you said.

"dad what happened?"

"well i got in a car crash, fix me up already. i think i'm getting feverish and i could use another drink."

"carly, you cant be here, go back upstairs please, i've got this."

"but it's my dad."

"and you know the rules. go."

carly took a last look at her dad before storming away.

"let's get ortho down here!" you yelled.

you came home later than expected that night, you did however receive peter's lovely text and it made your day a little better, especially having to operate on a pedestrian that carly's intoxicated dad hit, as well as a bike accident victim later in the day. benjamin's scans were delayed due to carly's reaction to her father, you didn't get to read them and would have to wait till the morning due to the scans being rescheduled. but coming home to peter at 7 pm made you feel a little better.

you walked in your apartment dropping your things off at the door and hanging up your white coat. peter was in the living room laying on the couch in nothing but his shorts, as he was all day. he peeked his head up when you walked in however. he got up and limped over to you with outstretched arms.

you tilted your head at him, "pete, what's going on with the leg? you limping?"

"what no," he stood in front of you, arms still up, "hug please, i missed you sweets."

you obliged and hugged him tightly, glad he was still okay and in your arms, but worried about the limp.

"i missed you too. how was your day?"

"oh just sat outside and talked to mrs. dawson and watched lots of tv, made burnt toast and missed you."

you kissed the side of his head, "i can tell."

"so dr. romanoff how was your day? you feel tense."

"i am, and gosh it was a long, stressful day."

"then let's not talk about it," he said pulling back from the hug, "c'mon let's go eat salad in bed, watch some tv, and i'll give you a massage just because we can."

you grinned, "okay, but let me get the salad ready, i'm supposed to be taking care of you my stab victim."

"hey!"

you laughed, "just go."

peter waved you off and limped away, turning on the tv and jumped into bed. you kicked off your shoes and got the premade salads out of the fridge, bringing them to the bedroom.

"mmmm, thank you babe," peter groaned. he leaned up to give you a nice kiss on the lips.

you nodded, placing yours down on the nightstand and going into your wardrobe to get a tank top and sleep shorts then took a quick shower to wash away the day. you got changed and joined peter in bed to eat your salads.

"you look so pretty."

you scoffed, "i'm wearing a white tank top with a ketchup stain on it from last month and my hair is tangled and i'm sore and have bags under my eyes."

"still beautiful. or should i say insanely hot?"

you flicked him on the shoulder, "such a tease."

you two ate your salads in bed while watching tv and it was honestly so relaxing. you didn't rerun through your day and stress yourself out more. you were just with your love. and when you finished eating, peter offered to take the dishes to the kitchen, much to your dismay. but when he got up, he seemed to be limping a lot less. and you would definitely take a look at that wound later. he came back in with a smile on his face.

"sit up sweets, i'll give you a massage."

you did what he said and he crawled into bed just behind you and put his hand on your shoulders gently. he started to rub out all the knots and stress. you were so tense today, from worrying about him, to your new patient, to your surgeries.

"that feels great," you sighed.

"good, you deserve it."

he continued rubbing your shoulders and traced his fingers down your back, leaning in to give you a kiss on the neck. it was unexpected and made you shudder, but eventually you melted into him.

"pete be careful."

he pulled back, "don't worry i am, not gonna leave any noticeable marks."

"pete," you demanded.

"i'm kidding, i love you. go to sleep babe."

"m'kay. love you too, so much."

you leaned into him and flopped over onto your side of the bed. he enveloped himself around you, making you warm and cozy and you instantly dozed off. peter loved you insanely much. he dozed off with a smile on his face, arms around you, after kissing your head.

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