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sharks-n-bones · 3 months

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Psst hey guys guess what

Guess what time it is

If you guessed Clay time then

YOU ARE ABSOLUTELY RIGHT IT'S CLAY TIME BABY I FINALLY FISHED HIS STORY BIT LET'S GO

When the flood hit, Clay was suspicious. He kept track of when the rivers usually flooded and other such events so their little village of survivors would be prepared for everything. That being said, the rivers shouldn't be flooding. It was too late in the year for it to be from snow on the mountains melting, and it hadn't rained recently enough for that to be the cause. There were no dams that could've burst to cause such a flood (he'd checked. Like mentioned earlier, this man wanted to make sure their village was prepared for anything), so the rivers overflowing immediately made him wary

Even still, they followed the safety protocols they had for floods. They made sure all gaps and cracks and entrances to the old Bergen golf course were sealed off and patched so no water would seep through. During their time there, they'd also built the walls that surrounded the golf course higher to be on the safe side. He hoped figured that as they usually did, the flood would recede in a few days time, a week or two tops

However, after the first week, the flood showed no signs of stopping. Clay wouldn't have been too concerned, but the water was rising more than it ever had before and showed no signs of stopping. What's worse, is huge storms had begun rolling in. Clay immediately warned Viva of the situation, saying how he didn't think it'd be safe enough for them to stay in the village much longer

Viva seemed reluctant a first, but once Clay explained and showed her everything he'd been keeping an eye on, she agreed with him. They warned the other putt putt trolls together, instructing everyone to split into groups and start building boats

Everyone started building boats and rafts of various sizes, but all were structurally sound. Clay and Viva made sure of that. The putt putt trolls were talented builders and survivalists. They'd all worked together to make the old Bergen golf course their safe haven — a safe haven they would now have to leave behind

It was a race against time. The rain was already causing their village to flood, but they didn't finish building by the time the flood started pouring over the walls of the resort, they'd all drown. Everyone worked day and night, taking shifts to make sure the construction never stopped or slowed

Luckily, they'd all finished building just in time. Everyone loaded all their supplies and belongings into their respective boats and boarded just as the water from outside spilled over the walls and began filling the place they'd called home for so long

Clay had cried softly when he watched everything they'd built, the place they'd called home for so many years, drown beneath the flood. Viva had hugged him tightly as they both peered over the edge of their ship as their home was washed away by waves of rushing water. Clay was sad to see it go, but he couldn't even imagine how Viva must've felt. She'd poured her heart and soul into that place, and now it was gone. They comforted each other through it all

Clay and Viva and a few other putt putt trolls shared a ship together. It was a damn good ship, if Clay said so himself. Enough bedrooms for everyone, plenty of storage space, a large kitchen and common room, and a large garden on the main deck. Overall, he was proud of their ship. They'd all worked hard on it, and now it was time to put it to the test on the water

Over the next few months, the ship held up remarkably well!! The water eventually stopped rising, but by that point, even the tallest mountains had been turned into islands too small to sustain a village. So, they stuck to their little fleet of ships. They stayed together, going from island to island, avoiding Bergen ships, and surviving as they always have

Occasionally, some trolls unlike anything they'd ever seen would poke their heads above the water and offer their assistance. They seemed to glow, even in the daylight, and had fins in place of legs. They had glowing hearts on their chests, the light pulsing with their heartbeats. They said they were called techno trolls, which amazed him. Clay didn't know there were other kinds of trolls besides pop, and judging from the awed but wary looks from Viva and the others, they didn't know either

They accepted the help from the techno trolls, and while they were there, Clay asked about them. They shared some of their music with them, they told them how they lived in the ocean long before the world flooded. They told them about the rock apocalypse, and how the queen of pop by the name of Poppy saved all of troll kind from being turned into rock zombies

At the mention of the queen of pop, Clay heard Viva gasp. She asked more about the queen of pop, how she was doing, what she was like. The techno trolls explained what they could about her, and it was only after seeing how happy Viva was to hear about the queen of pop that Clay realized that must've been the sister she'd told Clay about. He smiled softly and placed his hand on her shoulder. Maybe they'd end up running into Queen Poppy as they sailed

It was a few months after the water stopped rising that a rash had swept across their ships. One after another, suddenly almost everyone had developed rashes on their necks. Those with medical experience tried remedy after remedy, but nothing worked. It, thankfully, didn't seem to be anything serious. No fevers popped up, no fatigue, no other symptoms besides the rash. Well, and some dry skin, but a quick dip in the water fixed that up and that would last a couple days

The next time some techno trolls popped their heads above the water to offer assistance, Clay and Viva asked if they knew any remedies that would help the rash that had spread. One techno troll, presumably a medical judging by the bag he was carrying, took a look at the rash on Clay and Viva’s necks before asking to see their hands. They shared a confused look before complying. The medic sighed and gave them what seemed to be a reassuring smile, and informed them it was nothing harmful to them

He say them down and explained what was happening. How sirens existed and were locked away by techno trolls until recently, how they'd caused the flood, how they'd pumped the ocean that now covered the majority of their planet with magic so ancient and powerful it could transform people. He explained that their theory was that the sirens granted a mercy with the flood by pumping the water full of an ancient magic that would eventually transform everyone into sirens, or at least something similar

Clay asked how they figured that just based off their rashes, and the medic took his hand again. He made him spread his fingers, and that was when Clay finally noticed that the webbing between his fingers seemed longer. He asked if they'd noticed their skin drying out more the longer they’re out of the water, despite using any lotion they may have had. Clay had nodded. The medic asked if they'd noticed their voices becoming more melodic when they sang. Clay nodded again. The medic said they'd noticed these things happening to folks on many other ships. Trolls, Vacationers, Bergens, everyone

At the mention of Bergens also becoming siren-like, the putt putt trolls started panicking. Shouting questions of what they were going to do, how they would avoid them in the ocean, and other such things. The techno trolls seemed confused by their panic. Another techno troll asked what was so bad about Bergens, said they'd interacted with many Bergen ships and they were nothing but kind

Confusion replaced the panic. Viva had asked what she meant by that. The techno woman said how they'd seen trolls and bergens on the same ships, and how they seem to get along swimmingly (hehe). She said how she'd seen them sing and dance together, smiling and laughing and joking around like friends. Clay was dumbfounded. Bergens and Trolls as friends? That was insane. Bergens ate trolls to feel happy, and he'd said as much. The techno troll seemed a bit dumbfounded at that, and said when she'd visited their ships, there was no fear like that on board

Clay didn't know how to respond to that. He'd always thought it was impossible to live alongside Bergens peacefully. Hell, that's why they'd made the putt putt village to begin with! They'd kept themselves cooped inside the old bergen golf course for over a decade! The techno troll spoke up again, saying that she didn't know much about the situation since all the troll genres were still separated at that point, but she'd heard that a few years ago the queen of pop and a grey pop troll had gone to rescue some friends that were kidnapped by bergens, and had somehow shown bergens how to be happy without eating trolls in the process

Clay heard Viva gasp and turned to face her. He could see so many emotions flitting across her face, it was hard to keep track of them all. If the stories were accurate, he believes this would've been the second time Viva’s sister had been directly involved in a historical event and saved troll kind. Clay knew that if it were one of his brothers that had done that, he'd be worried out of his mind. The thought about the bergens stuck with him, too. Were they really safe from them now? Could they finally stop hiding? He looked around and could see a lot of the others thinking the same things

After that, things became a lot more serious and real for most of them. When Clay wasn't making sure everything was shipshape, he was thinking about what the techno trolls had said. He often caught himself glancing at his hands, at the webbing between his fingers. He began to notice the changes more after that conversation. At one point, he'd been thinking hard and bit his lip lightly, only to hiss in pain soon after. He'd brought his hand to his lip, and when he pulled it away, a light dot of blood rested on his finger. He went to the closest mirror to see the damage, only to gasp when he saw his teeth

His canines had sharpened considerably, and he noticed the rest of his teeth seemed a bit sharper too. He'd gently traced his fingers over his teeth in awe and slight horror. He couldn't help but wonder what he'd look like when the mutation was complete. He looked out a nearby window, spotting the other putt putt ships, an expression that walked the line of curious and concerned etched on his features. He wondered how the rest of their small fleet of ships would take it, and in the back of his mind, he silently hoped his brothers were alright and handling this better than he was

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brighteyedbushybrowed · 2 years

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𝐁𝐞𝐝𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 All ghouls get tired, sometimes with dire consequences, and thankfully you know exactly how to handle your Swiss when his exhaustion consumes him. Inspired by this post (psst, go give her post some love, it's top tier). Part of my Bloody Mary universe fic series.

𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐩(𝐬) Swiss x Trans!Reader x Copia, although the main focus is on Swiss and Trans!Reader.

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 No smut. Trans!Reader is AFAB and uses trans tape. A tiny bit angsty I think, but only if you squint. Trans!Reader comforts and reassures Swiss. Swiss is a stubborn little ghoul. Copia just wants what's best for them both. Reader and the other ghouls are comfortable with showing physical affection towards one another.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 1748 words.

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 Originally this wasn't gonna be part of my Bloody Mary universe, but then I decided fuck it. This takes place after Copia becomes Trans!Reader's and Swiss' partner. I wanna say maybe eight months after Swiss and Trans!Reader first met? Also, I have checked to make sure I've not used gendered terms or anything for reader, but please let me know if I've missed any so I can go back and change it!

When it came to the ghouls, nobody was more accustomed to dealing with their dwindling energy levels.

Some ghouls, like Mountain and the ghoulettes, didn’t need to be convinced to sleep for a few hours. They were the most pleasant and docile, understanding their limits and that they needed to take care of themselves. They’d take themselves off to their rooms to nap then reappear a few hours later, rejuvenated and back to their usual selves. Mountain would press a simple kiss to the top of your head with a thank you. The ghoulettes on the other hand would crush you in a group hug and smother your face with kisses of gratitude.

Ghouls like Sodo and Rain tended to need a little more persuasion, their moods dipping with their energy. Sodo would be cranky as all hell and accidentally setting things on fire, too exhausted to keep a lid on his demonic powers the way he usually would when his minded wasn’t clouded. There’d been a couple of incidents where he’d accidentally burned you, both times resulting in him bursting into tires and you having to lead him off to his room and tuck him into bed, stroking his head the entire time he slept so that he was reassured that he hadn’t scared you away and ruined your friendship. Rain, however, would be over emotional and start crying the moment he thought he could’ve done something wrong. On many occasions you’d ventured down into the dens to find sinks and bathtubs overflowing with water because he’d accidentally flooded the place from being overtired. He’d cling onto you in bed once you finally coaxed him under the covers, his arms wrapped tightly around you with his face buried in your neck.

And Aether? The quintessence ghoul usually ended up incredibly tired quickly around other ghouls with diminishing energy levels. Being able to feel everyone’s emotions was taxing at the best of times, so when he was feeling the deep-seated exhaustion of his fellow ghouls it dragged him down. This unfortunately meant that the emotions of the other ghouls around him would also be out of whack. He was the one ghoul everyone made sure to avoid if they were struggling with their energy. One time, Sodo hadn’t realised Aether was even in the same room as him and the two of them ended up in a physical fight because of how badly their emotions fluctuated in one another’s presence. Copia hadn’t been too thrilled when he was told he needed to pay for the damages to the den common room, furniture charred and smashed from their brawling. It took a while, but you managed to convince both of them to get some rest. The sleeping arrangement was awkward, their bodies practically suffocating you as they coiled and curled around you for comfort.

However, the one ghoul that required the most convincing to sleep when they were tired just so happened to also be your boyfriend, Swiss. As a multi-ghoul, his mood was a little more on the unpredictable side when his energy crashed. While he wouldn’t set fire to things, the suffocating smell of smoke followed him around everywhere and his temperature would be higher than usual. He didn’t flood the dens, but sometimes being touched in the wrong way would have him tearing up and hiding his face in his hands. His power over everyone’s emotions wasn’t anywhere near as strong as Aether’s, but the mood would occasionally lower a little if he was tired in your presence. Sometimes the breeze would become more like a gust of wind, or the flowers would wilt as he walked past them (Primo would be upset, but he understood and didn’t make a big deal out of it).

Tonight turned out to be one of those evenings where the tell-tale signs of an almost abandoned common room and soft, almost inaudible sniffles greeted you the moment you entered the dens. You picked up the note taped to the teak console table and unfolded it, feeling a pang of sadness when you read it.

He’s been like this all day. I have made sure the others avoid the dens until you’ve sorted him out, so take as long as you need. Truth be told, I don’t think he’s slept much the past few nights since you started sleeping in your room again. Shoot me a text once he’s fallen asleep and we will clean up any mess he’s made. Hope he feels better soon <3

Copia xx

You folded the note and tucked it into your back pocket, quietly making your way over to the sofa the sniffles were coming from. Your heart broke a little when you saw how emotionless his usually beaming face was, his body curled around one of the pillows from his bedroom. He blinked at you slowly as you knelt before him and gently pressed a hand to his cheek.

“Hey, sweetie,” you cooed, smiling at him as your thumb moved back and forth soothingly. “How long have you been laying here, hm?”

Swiss just blinked back at you, but you felt a flicker of hope when he leaned into your touch.

“Copia says you’ve not been sleeping. Is that true?”

Your boyfriend shrugged in response. His usually glowing amber eyes were dim and dark, making you lean in to press a kiss to his forehead. Grey fingers clung to the hem of your jumper when you leaned back.

“Are you leaving me?” he whispered in a voice so quiet that you would’ve missed it if you weren’t knelt so close to him.

Now you understood why he was so overtired. “Let’s get you to bed and we can talk about it there, okay? You can’t stay out here like this.”

The moment you went to get up, Swiss yanked you back down stubbornly. You chose to ignore the rip you heard and made a mental note to get your sewing kit out later.

“Swiss, you need to get up so I can put you to bed. Lying on the sofa out here and stewing isn’t going to help.”

The ghoul pouted. “It might. You don’t know that.”

“Now you’re just being stubborn.” You decided to change your tactic a little. “Let’s go cuddle in your room. I’ve missed sharing a bed with you. My chambers are nice, but nothing compares to having you wrapped around me while you hum into my ear. Won’t you come snuggle with me?”

It took a moment, but Swiss finally relented and allowed you to pull him to his feet. He hugged the pillow close to his chest while intertwining the fingers of his free hand with yours, following you back to his room. The moment the door shut behind you both, you pulled your jump off and dumped it on the floor somewhere. That was when you noticed what side of the bed the pillow had come from.

“Oh, baby, you didn’t need to take my pillow. Why didn’t you come and find me? You know I’d drop everything for you if you asked me to.”

The multi-ghoul averted his gaze and shrugged. A sigh left your lips as you stripped down to your boxers, moving over to the mirror to check that the tape on your chest was still in place before you climbed under Swiss’ weighted blanket with your phone in your lap. You gazed up at him and patted the spot beside you, lifting the other end of the blanket so he could lay next to you.

A smile, albeit a small one, finally appeared on the ghoul’s face as he crawled in beside you and placed your pillow back where it belonged. The two of you lay down and assumed the usual position: Swiss spooning you with his arms pulling your body as close to his as he could without hurting you. His lips brushed over the back of your neck, and you hummed.

“Honey, you know I’m never leaving you, right?” you murmured, threading your fingers through his against your stomach.

Swiss tangled his legs with yours before he answered. “Sometimes I just… get scared that you’re gonna leave me one day. You’re not a ghoul like I am. What if you decide that you’d prefer to be with a human? Ghouls and humans don’t really tend to stay together long. I think this is the longest I’ve ever heard of a human-ghoul relationship lasting.”

You lifted one of his hands to your face and kissed the heel of his palm. “Well, you’re not other ghouls and I’m not other humans. I love you for who you are as a person, regardless of your species. I’m not going anywhere anytime soon, I promise. I mean, maybe to the bathroom later to pee, but you get the gist.”

“You love me?”

Blood drained from your face at the realisation. You hadn’t meant to let that slip just yet.

“Is it too early for me to say that? I don’t wanna make you feel uncomfortable or anything. We can forget I said it if –”

“Uh, no.” Swiss kissed your neck, his teeth lightly grazing against your pulse point. “I like to think that if you say something like that so naturally, you’re ready to say it. So no, it’s not too early for you to say it. And for the record, I love you too. A lot.”

You felt him grin against your neck and couldn’t fight the smile that appeared on your face at his returned sentiment. “Well, good. I just want you to understand that I’m in this for the long haul. With you and with Copia. I love both of you more than I thought I could love anyone and I’m not letting either of you go.”

The multi-ghoul hummed and squeezed the hand that he held against your abdomen. “Right back at you, sweet pea.”

Once you were sure that Swiss had fallen asleep, snoring gently in your ear, you picked your phone up from where it had gotten tangled in the blanket and let Copia know that your boyfriend had drifted off before your own eyes fluttered shut and slumber took over. You were woken up briefly a while later when the former cardinal joined you, curling up against you and tucking your head under his chin so that you were engulfed by your two lovers, and the three of you remained that way until noon the next day.

#bloody mary universe #swiss ghoul #swiss x reader #swiss x trans!reader #swiss x reader x copia #swiss x trans!reader x copia #the band ghost #fanfic #my fanfic #mine

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the-bi-space-ace · 1 year

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Thanks @saturn-sends-hugs for tagging me!

Rules: Post the first sentence in your last 10 works; if you don’t have 10, do as many as you have.

The dark halls of the factory loomed over them like a storm cloud on Kamino. This one is from the first chapter of the sequel to "You're Calling Me Home Like A Ship That Got Wrecked". (psst I am 6k words into that chapter rn)

Fear is a natural response. Everyone is afraid of something. I felt like you at least deserved the first two sentences of this one. This is from something I've been working on for like... 6 months lol. I keep plucking away at it and never really finishing it. The batch and their fears and how they've dealt with them.

Crosshair finished putting his rifle in its case, cleaning off some oil and gunpowder before he did so. I don't even know what this idea is? It reads like the first draft of Chapter 1 of A Matter of Trust but I can't be sure tbh.

Echo turned onto his side, feet kicking at Crosshair's under the blanket as they got comfortable. Oh this is fluff. Nothing but tooth rotting ridiculously cute and sweet fluff. I never finished it. I think it's only 300 words. But the premise is like. The first day Echo and Crosshair actually get along. And it is so sweet.

Echo’s feet pounded on the ground as they carried him towards the ship - blood rushing in his ears while the collapsing building shook the earth. I had this idea to start writing little baby fics about head canons that I have (or trying to write them and fit them into my fics somehow) and this one in particular is focused on the head canon I have that the first time Echo hugged Crosshair he went: gross then hugged Echo back really tight. Fluffy as hell. This first line does not really convey 'fluff' but trust me. It's fluffy.

Crosshair registered the brief moment Echo froze. Wow I really have a theme going on here. Echo again. Aaaaaaand Crosshair again who would've guessed. More of them learning how to get along but this particular bit is actually something that would end up in... maybe the middle of a fic? Crosshair says something shitty and Echo gets pissed. That's as far as I got. Figured it could go into a larger fic eventually.

When Hunter offered Echo a place with Clone Force 99 he had known things wouldn’t be smooth sailing immediately. Wow shocker it's about Echo again! The first line actually doesn't represent the fic idea super well. Echo dissociates and Hunter eventually needs to call Rex because he can't figure out how to snap Echo out of it. Fluff and comfort to follow!

Long before any of the other squad members were roused from their sleep Hunter was up, staring at his comm like it would come to life at any moment. Yet another one where I really don't know where I was going with it. Hunter is stressed about... something??? I'm sorry I am lost lol

Hunter watched through the slats as the group of droids and the Seppie general ran down the hall to investigate their little distraction. Aaaaaaaah this is a very very early draft for a chapter in "You're Calling Me Home Like A Ship That Got Wrecked". The rescue scene was originally very different.

Their escape had been going well, for the most part. Spoiler alert: their escape did not go well. This is a random scene? I wrote a random scene where they all get back from something traumatizing and it's the comfort part of the hurt/comfort fic! I tend to write scenes when they come to my mind and then fit them into larger ideas later on. I can not believe there were actually ten wips in my drafts.... the scary part is that there are more lol

No pressure tags: @floundrickthewayfarer

#this was so long I'm sorry #also a ton of fun #damn I've got a lot of wips #also sneaky little spoiler up there at

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runawaycobra · 1 year

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Dawn of the Doors (writing)

The “Hotel” your friends took you to wasn’t what you had in mind… (cw: minor gore mentions and spoilers for Door 100)

Some friends and I reached Door 100 near my birthday and I thought of this story First it had been the monster with the many eyes. Your group had ran past the burning hallway and collapsed onto the carpet of Door 36. The monster chasing you banged on the door and screamed, though the door stayed close. There was a faint green sparkly light around the door. You were all breathing heavily, a few clutching clothes singed around the edges. You hugged each other tightly. You had all made it… until you did a head count. 5 not 6. Then you heard the rapid knocking on the door – lighter this time, though just as frenzied. “Hey! Open the door! Why is it closed?!” Then, screaming sounds – from both the monster and your friend. They abruptly stopped. First mistake: too slow.

The second had been at the library. You were tempted to reach out and take a book as something to do on your rest breaks. That’s when your friend accidentally kicked over a chair. Everyone froze. The monster growled and started stomping towards the sound. You ducked behind the desk and gestured over to your friend. The creature didn’t seem to wander that direction much. Your friend, though, turned around see the creature running at them. In a panic, they stumbled over the chairs and hurt their ankle, much to the horror of the others. You were still numb from the crunching sounds of your friend being eaten in front of you. Second mistake: too loud.

Door 88. The banter and laughter of the earlier doors had long since died down to hushed whispers and jumping at every groan and creak. You had been lucky enough to all escape the slime monster a second time, though one of your friends had several bandages on the same arm. “I wish we were still at Y/N’s house eating birthday cake,” the head of your ragtag group croaked. The others nodded. “I’m… sorry for suggesting we come here,” they continued and you looked away at the floor sadly. At the next the door, the lights flickered slightly. You automatically headed for a hiding place, then frowned. There was a long, eerie silence. Shouldn’t the fast one have come already? You couldn’t hear- Then there was a loud staticky groan that filled your heart with dread. Fear tingled up your spine. Another new one? “QUICKLY!” someone hissed, and you all pushed yourselves deep into the nearest hiding spot. The wood of the closet was cold against your back. A whoosh of green light roared past you like a jet plane. You caught the blurry sight of a hollowed, white face. You had just stepped out, and someone was saying “Phew, that was a close-“, when you realised the roar hadn’t completely faded. There was a yell in the dark, “It’s… IT’S COMING BACK! GET BACK GET BACK-“ Their voice muffled as you all scrambled back into hiding spots, your stress responses already flighty at this point. You closed your eyes and blocked out the sound of that horrible static. The red glitching was also surrounding your vision yet again, faster and more insistent this time. As the new monster passed, you half-stepped out the closet door, heart racing. Sweat trickled down your back as you strained for even a hint of it returning. Silence in the darkness. You paused a few seconds, just to make sure. Nothing. You were safe again. You sighed, about to call out for your friends, when your foot brushed something hard. You jumped, expecting the psst monster again. You saw something vaguely like a half-destroyed statue in the gloom. And what looked like fallen over plant pots. You guessed if the new monster was anything like the fast, screechy one, the whole room was in disarray. There was a shuffle close to you, and a grumbling as someone tried to flick on a lighter. With a reassuring clink, a small light and two friends appeared in the void. You sighed in relief upon seeing them. You took a step forward, eager to stay close to the group. Then your foot stepped on something hard and squishy. You looked down. Another body, distorted in an unnatural pose. Half-holding a plant pot, as if stepping out from behind it. Oh no. You couldn’t lose another friend… no, please, no. No, no… Third mistake: assuming you’re safe.

Door 93, and a beautiful sight greeted your eyes: Outside, the refreshing scent and pitter-patter of rain on stone. A long, covered walkway with lush plants and hedgerows. You looked both ways automatically for any monsters, but you couldn’t help but relax at the serenity of the scene. “A blessing,” someone breathed. “We should take a rest here.” Too exhausted to reply, you all slumped down, on a bench, on the stones. You gazed around and put your hood up, tsking a short walk around the gardens. A statue, large golden-lit windows, softly glowing lamps, neatly cut grass… You extended your hand to the rain, breathing in sharp cold air. “Don’t make yourself sick,” the leader snapped. You frowned, looking back at them. “I’m just enjoying-“ “Come back here now. We don’t know if there are any more monsters,” they interrupted sharply. You frowned more and came back under the overhang, wiping off the mud from your shoes. You sat down next to your buddy who was bandaged up, the only other option to sit next to. “I’m sorry… it’s just… we have to stay alert from now on. No mistakes,” they continued. You looked up to see the fierce determination in their eyes and gulped. You both nodded.

After a rest, you all continued through the gated door. A large dark room, pretty plants illuminated by the flashlight. You headed through cautiously, the rain battering strongly at the windows. You managed to get through to the next door without any problems. You all paused. “Is everyone ready?” the leader asked. You both murmured a yes, and headed forward. There was a metallic clank, a squelching sound, a scream. A brown slop on the ground, massive teeth embedded in your bandaged friend’s left leg. You managed to free your friend, but the blood loss became too great, despite both your efforts. Fourth mistake: low health.

Pausing at the last door, you both had a premonition. You glanced at the flakes falling from the ceiling, caught in the pulsing white lights. You glanced at each other for several moments in the eerie silence. Then you pulled the lever. As if on cue, a guttural roar sounded, and the library monster burst open the door, crashing down the stairs towards you. You both turned and ran, hiding in a corner of the shelves. The monster calmed after some time, though its stomping never ceased. “You take left, I’ll take right,” whispered your remaining friend. “Search for what we need to do to get out of here.” You paused, before giving them a hug. They gave you a worried glance, before nodding and you headed your separate ways. You figured out you needed to get switches of some kind. You saw your friend creeping past and raised one. They nodded. They pointed to a room with a green exit sign from where the monster had come. So you had to go there. You gestured looking around and they continued looking around themselves. Having searched several times, avoiding the monster, you decided to head for the strange room. It was already unlocked, and there was another lock inside. You waited a while for your friend to sneak back. And waited. And waited. Even heard the monster knock over some boxes in irritation. Dread grew and grew, until you couldn’t take it anymore, and went to look. You found the remaining switches, and a few remaining parts of your friend. Fifth mistake: splitting up.

You bit your mouth shut. No noise, no terror or you’d be dead too. You hurried back to the switch on the wall, the green sparkly light glowing around it. Just focus on the task. You even barely jumped as flames suddenly sprouted in the other room. The monster shrieked and jumped out of the window. Still, you pressed on, numb and dizzy. Finally, finally you flicked the right switches. You ran for the exit without looking back, even when you stumbled from the ground shaking beneath you. Not upon hearing the monster shriek at your echoing footsteps. You ran to the elevator, slamming the red button as hard as you could. The enraged growl of the monster faded as the elevator slowly descended into the darkness. You finally let yourself collapse and take a breath. Just letting yourself feel your heart pounding and waves of built-up relief washing over you. You did it. You were finally escaping. Finally. You closed your eyes, and the world shook. They slammed back open. Gazing up in pure terror, you saw the creature had jumped on top the elevator with you. You screamed, clinging onto the sides. Your fingers stung from gripping the wire too hard as you were tossed around. Just as quickly, you felt weightless. The only sign was the light in the distance growing quickly smaller. You saw glimpses of yellow lights as the elevator fell, what seemed to be boxes and planks. The creature jumped off, rolling onto the safety of the platform. The lights flickered, the world growing too dizzy to focus on anything. You closed your eyes, curling yourself in a ball. A crash. Then silence. Sixth mistake: Thinking you could escape. You awakened slowly, nothing but a grey gloom surrounding you. You coughed slightly, and it echoed. You felt a pressing weight on you. Your body slowly ached with returning feeling. Then nothing but silence again, save for the distant pattering of rain and what could be small rocks falling from above you. After a moment, you noticed orange shafts peeking through a hole on the side. You managed to crane your neck slightly. You thought it was fire in your bleary state, but then realised it was sunlight. Squinting, your eyes adjusted to see the rain falling, grey-green blobs of what could be plants. You lay there, too scared to move in case the numbness in your body was something broken, or you were trapped under something you couldn’t move. Still, nothing stirred. You were alone, the creature still possibly alive in the darkness. You managed to take a deep breath and quelled the panic rising in your throat. Somehow, you were still alive. Somehow, out of all your friends, you were the one to get this far. You had to continue, if only for their sake. But for now… you’d let yourself rest. You weren’t going anywhere anytime soon, and a sudden exhaustion was creeping over your body. You had some air, and if anything was broken, the rocks were holding it in place. You let yourself sink into a crashing wave of unconsciousness. Happy birthday, Y/N, you thought to yourself as darkness closed in around you. You were still trapped in this horrible, horrible Hotel.

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Nothing in the Parenting Books Prepared Me For This

27. Take your Littles to Work Day

Synopsis: Loki and Sylvie had a rough night of fighting threats to Earth and end up regressing at work.

Word count: 5,638

Stand Alone?: Yes

Warnings: AOA spoilers, diapers,

Notes: I present to you: Way too many ideas just tossed into one chapter that are vaguely connected over the plotline of "Loki and Sylvie are stuck at work and cannot entertain themselves".

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While the night had been horribly long, the morning went by quickly, because today, the Avengers got a call. This wasn’t out of the ordinary, and Mobius tried to make it go smoothly, doing his best to try and keep his Lokis out of headspace.

Loki begrudgingly put on his Asgardian war leathers, and Sylvie put on something similar. Mobius didn’t bother wearing anything fancy, knowing he’d likely stay in the ship or in the building and give instructions through a headset.

The battle went fine, just like usual: There were no major injuries, no casualties, only about $700,000 in property damage, and some minorly hurt pride as they narrowly let the resentful mutant creature escape.

Afterwards, Mobius saw his significant others coming back into the offices. Their superhero outfits were still on, but they seemed stressed and depleted, no doubt caused by the near sleepless night before the call.

He rolled away from his desk in his comfy black office chair, opening his arms for them to fill. “How are my favorite heroes doing?” he asked, standing up to hug them.

Mobius noted how hesitant Loki and Sylvie were to rejoin the rest of the group after the embrace, who were talking behind a large glass wall where the three could see them.

He took the big golden helmets off of his partners and took them by the hands to meet with the other heros, slipping into his own caregiver headspace as he did so. But to be fair, Loki and Sylvie were slipping into their little ones and weren’t doing a great job hiding it, even if it was slight.

They chatted in the hall with the team until Fury called them into a more formal meeting reviewing the mission.

Loki and Sylvie sat on the far end of the conference table on either side of Mobius. The gods put their boots up on the surface until Mobius tapped their knees, signaling them to stop.

Loki raised his hand as if he were in a class.

Fury pointed at him. “Loki, do you have any snide remarks to add?”

“May I take notes?”

The entire group, including Mobius and Sylvie, stared at him. It was obvious the question had caught Fury off guard as well. “Uh, sure…”

Loki made himself a notepad and dramatically also created a fancy calligraphy pen.

Mobius looked over to his paper every few minutes and fidgeted with his own ballpoint pen in his pocket. As the meeting droned on, Mobius started to click it absently. “Psst. Mind if I join you?” he asked Loki.

Loki slid the notebook to him, sharing it, a step Mobius took note of with a smile that he tried to hide.

Sylvie was resting her head in her hand and pretending not to be falling asleep.

Mobius tried to tap her shoulder, but his hand fell through. He felt a tug on his pant leg. Looking down as subtly as possible, he found Sylvie curled up under the table.

She held a finger to her lips.

He let her continue her avoidance. It wasn’t like the meeting was important, anyway.

By the time they were allowed to leave, Loki’s fancy drawings and calligraphic doodles of random words he heard in conversation had devolved into bored scribbles and vague lines.

Fury put a hand on Mobius’ shoulder, which made him jump. “I need you to keep working,” he said, an apology was in his voice, “but your littles are allowed to stay and any accommodations you request will be provided to the best of our abilities.”

“Thank you,” Mobius replied, as the rest of the group left the room.

After the door shut, he gently kicked Sylvie under the table.

She got up and sat back in her seat.

“Today’s going to be fun, isn’t it?” he asked tiredly, looking between the two to find Loki sucking his thumb.

Sylvie agreed, softly setting her head on the table as if she just wanted to break that stupid piece of glass with all her heart’s desire.

“How’re you doing?” Mobius asked her.

“I’m exhausted,” she groaned.

“Do you want to chill here while I get Loki all ready for a baby nap?”

“Not a baby,” Loki protested meekly, continuing his tired scribbles.

“Yeah… that’ll be fine,” she replied.

“Anything I can get you?”

“Just a cup of coffee…” she mumbled.

“Ready?” Mobius asked.

Loki stood up, ready to be taken home, not internalizing anything Fury had said.

“Alright, up we go big guy,” Mobius strained. It wasn’t Loki’s weight that bothered him, nor the little’s height. The difficulty Mobius expressed was more so from the maneuvering that had to be done in relation to Loki’s eccentric battle armor and all of its dangling bits and pieces to keep it clean, and Loki secure and comfortable in his arms. Although, it did add another fifty pounds to the little. He felt extremely lucky Loki had taken off his big gold helmet before then so at least he wasn’t dealing with that, too.

Mobius ran to look for Fury with Loki in his arms. Eventually finding him walking down a hallway, Mobius awkwardly speed-walked to catch up with him.

“Um, Mr. Fury, do you know where I can find diapers?”

Loki went red hearing Mobius address it.

Fury didn’t slow down or stop walking. “Check with Hope or Sam, I’m sure they have some. But there might be a pack in the second floor janitor's closet,” he thought aloud, still sounding very serious.

Mobius thanked him before stepping into the elevator, and addressing the little in his arms. “Sorry, buddy. It’ll just be a while. Let’s just find Thor and have him grab your bag alright? We’ll call it part of my lunch break,” he smiled pitifully.

Loki nodded and silently tried to stay awake, kicking his legs as a distraction to keep himself alert.

Mobius bounced him, trying to let him know it was okay to fall asleep.

Eventually, he found Thor and the other heroes. “Thor, Thor!” Mobius called to get his attention while trudging around with Loki’s costume weighing him down just slightly.

“Tor!” Loki repeated.

“Ho! Mobius! Loki!” Thor grinned.

Mobius paused and set Loki down for a split second to catch his breath. “Can you fly home and grab the diaper bag? Also, can you grab some pajamas and extra diapers?” he asked.

“Of course!” Thor agreed, distractedly squatting down to pinch the cheeks of very sleepy Loki, and then grabbing his axe and using it to fly back to the cabin.

In the meantime, which was only a couple of minutes, Mobius made himself and Sylvie cups of coffee, which forced poor Loki to hold his hand and be lazily dragged along back to the conference room where Sylvie was boredly playing on her phone.

Thor returned, finding them still in the conference room, and handed Mobius the bag and two one-piece sets of soft pajamas in pastel blue and purple, meant to mimic the wooly texture of hugging a conditioned sheep. “Two?” Mobius asked.

“Just as a backup for miss Sylvie,” Thor responded confidently.

Sylvie scowled at being called “miss” in his ever so slightly condescending tone which she wasn’t actually sure if she was imagining or not. Something about the title, even without the tone, irked her when it came from Thor’s mouth.

Mobius nodded and stuffed it into the bag. “Thanks again,” he acknowledged before turning his attention to the pouty toddler in fifty pounds of armor, threatening to pass out on the carpet, just barely holding his hand while sitting down on the (presumably) grimy floor.

Mobius opened up one of the pockets and pulled out Loki’s pacifier, sticking it in the god’s mouth. “See? Better already,” he said while picking Loki back up. “Now, let’s get you a diaper and some jammies before you get all that fancy leather ruined.”

Loki allowed himself to be carried to the bathroom where Mobius put down the changing table and got him undressed. Each piece of the suit took a good couple minutes to take off with its buckles and buttons.

He got continuously more fussy as Mobius tried to remove the four hundred layers of inflexible leather and weighty metal studs. “Can you help daddy? I know you love playing with snaps and buttons”-

Mobius was cut off as Loki started to tear up, sniveling upsetly and starting to go red in the face.

“What’s wrong?”

“Outfit pretty!” Loki complained, clutching at the remaining fabric around his arms. He liked his battle uniform, it made him look big even when small, and it made him feel so powerful and cool.

“I know it is, but we don’t want to get it all dirty do we? Maybe we can put it back on after naptime. How does that sound?”

Mobius’s response was completely reasonable and good, but Loki wasn’t actually upset because he was being changed out of his pretty outfit. He was just sleep deprived and sensitive because of it.

“No nap!” Loki wailed in protest, breaking into a loud tantrum. He chanted the phrase in between blubbering cries and dramatic screams, while Mobius rolled up the little’s turtleneck undershirt and pulled down his boxer-briefs just enough to slip the diaper on.

The unstretchable pants around Loki’s ankles were good for one thing: They kept him from kicking Mobius.

When he was all done taping Loki into the plastic-y pastel turquoise diaper with tiny clouds on it, Loki stopped struggling.

“There we go,” Mobius quietly spoke, reassuring Loki as he removed the rest of the toddler’s clothes so he could put the little footie pajamas on him. “That’s a good little bunny.” He booped Loki’s nose after washing his hands.

The little whimpered a few final sobs as he was picked up and a pacifier was pressed into his mouth, again.

“We’re going to go see Sylvie, and then you can help daddy with his work, how does that sound?”

“Seevee…” Loki murmured sleepily.

Mobius brought Loki and Sylvie to his desk. It was moments like this he wished he had a private office or at least a private cubicle, as the “collaborative” style wasn’t very efficient for putting a little, and a very tired goddess to bed.

Sylvie had finished her coffee but the caffeine hadn’t helped, and Mobius offered her a chair to sit with him at his corner desk. She refused, opting instead to make a nest of Loki’s armor and lie under the table, playing on her phone for about three minutes, before eventually passing out.

She didn’t have a diaper on, and with how she slipped, Mobius assumed she didn’t need one. Which was correct. However, she did need a pacifier, as she still suckled on her thumb as she slept.

Loki “helped” Mobius work by sitting on his lap, resting his head on Mobius’ shoulder and listening to Mobius narrate his work as he did it.

“Listen to this: form 294A is going to help us get in contact with the insurance companies about any damages…”

And with that, Loki was asleep.

Of course, Mobius had been intentionally boring. After Loki was out, he even slipped some headphones over the baby’s ears and began playing a mellow recording of himself reading stories and poems that he knew the little (and big Loki) admired. He had it just for emergencies like this when Loki would want his voice but he wasn’t really available to talk. The noise cancellers also let Mobius talk with coworkers and actually get things done. He dimmed the brightness of his computer and tried to do most of his work on paper if he could help it so the screen wouldn’t disturb his little guy. He looked down at Sylvie just to check on her, but her earbuds were also in, and she was fast asleep in her strappy armor.

Loki made a little snuffle behind his pacifier, probably a sigh from a rough dream.

Mobius bounced his leg slightly to soothe him, running the hand he wasn’t writing with over Loki’s back.

Sylvie started to stir after an hour, trying her best to itch a spot on her side. But her clothes were like a cast, and refused to let her.

Mobius scooted back his seat to get a look at what she was doing. “Psst, hun.”

Sylvie looked up.

“Do you want to put on those comfy pajamas Thor brought? They might be better than that thing.”

Sylvie nodded and crawled out from under the desk as Mobius tried his best to unzip the diaper bag while keeping Loki comfy.

The little seemed not to mind the feeling as he let out a babyish sleep gurgle of contentment.

Mobius covered Loki’s head with a clean towel so he wouldn’t be affected by the lighting changes as they got up to help get Sylvie dressed. Her purple pajamas were incredibly soft, and she looked just as delicately sweet as Loki when she was all zipped up. “There we go, all comfy now, huh? Ready to go finish your nap?”

Loki groaned, beginning to wake up, and pawing at his headphones. He fumbled with the towel draped over his head.

“Peekaboo,” Mobius smiled at him as the sleepy little removed the shield from his face.

The light was blinding for a moment, and he was still groggy, but he squeaked out his own “peek-a-boo,” back.

“There we go; there’s two comfy babies, all ready to go back to sleep,” Mobius quietly narrated as he scooped Sylvie up in his other arm.

Mobius was unfortunately unable to keep both of the littles in his lap at the same time, and he needed to make some calls, so he wondered what to do with the two.

However, the problem was quickly solved as Sylvie wriggled out of his arms and opted for under the desk again. Loki followed her, crumpling himself into a tiny ball to fit.

Mobius laughed at the sight of them, barely fitting in the space, but it was dark, and cooler than most of the building.

Mobius attached their blanket over the front to block out excess light. He lifted it to tell them goodnight but was met with a declaration of “No grown-ups allowed!” from Sylvie. He tried his best to work as the two slept peacefully under the desk, making calls and hearing minimal noise from the two gods as he tried to position himself so his legs were not under the desk.

Eventually, he began to hear whispering:

“Your hair’s in my face.”

“Mh.”

“Bunny, please move your hair?”

There was the noise of Loki shifting around.

“Much better.”

Then giggling as Sylvie had presumably tickled him.

Mobius scooted back from his desk and peeked underneath. “How’re we doing down here? Was your nap nice?”

“Daddy up!” Loki called, unfurling himself from the tight space.

Mobius checked his watch, which he had put on for the day (and for daytimes at work only), and picked both of his littles up, carrying them for a diaper change and letting Loki put his hefty armor back on, simply because it looked so cute. Sylvie was given the option too, and felt pretty confident that she also wanted to return to the comfortable discomfort of her leathers.

“How big are we feeling?” he asked the two of them.

“Two!” Loki shouted.

“Four!” Sylvie replied.

Mobius nodded and took those answers in. “Lunch?” he also asked, just to be sure, it was getting around that time anyway.

While at the cafeteria, The group ran into Yelena, Clint, and Kate, who were having an amicable conversation at a table and filling out reports from the mission. “I thought you two went to take a nap!” Kate grinned at Sylvie and Loki.

But they shook their heads, “Big kids!” Sylvie specified and grinned.

“And do big kids like you and Loki get to take shorter naps?”

“Yeah!”

Mobius started to order at the counter, getting their attention. “Hey, what do we want?” he asked.

“Chick’n!” Sylvie decided, “um… n’ chocolate milk, please,” she added.

“Loki? How about you?”

“The same,” Loki responded, sounding much more adult.

There was a sort of awkwardness that the littles had been feeling. A dichotomy between wanting and feeling like they needed to regress, pushed against being at work and surrounded by people they saw often, even if it was “normal” for them to be little in public. Loki’s insistence on magically changing back into his adult clothes, didn’t ease the feeling either.

Sylvie hummed and Loki rocked back and forth on his feet while playing with his hands, trying their best to occupy themselves.

As Mobius brought their food to a table, and asked them a simple question: “How can we make this easier for you two?”

“Games!” Loki suggested.

“I know, we love games, don’t we? But I want to make sure you both regress comfortably and aren’t stuck in a weird in-between headspace where you get all grumpy.”

Sylvie crossed her arms and stuck out her lip.

Mobius sighed, “games it is.”

Loki smushed his chicken nuggets in ketchup, playing with his food more than he ate. That gave Mobius an idea. He took a ziploc out of the diaper bag and let Loki and Sylvie squirt some ketchup and mustard into it. The two watched as they sipped their chocolate milk with immense interest.

“This is part of a game for later,” he said, gently putting the bag in with the rest of the littles’ toys.

Mobius decided that his desk wouldn’t do for working with the two littles, so he cleared it out and found a spot in the empty conference room. He took out the plastic bag of sauce and checked that it was sealed without air pockets before sliding it over for the two littles across the table and encouraging them to play without opening it.

Loki and Sylvie squished it, painting and trying to cover the bag with the, now orange, fluid.

After losing interest, the littles looked for a new game. They rooted through the bag while Mobius had his headset on.

Loki grabbed a teether and started following Sylvie as she took markers out of the bag.

She looked at Mobius, watching him work on his computer, making sure he was totally distracted, before beginning to draw on the wall. Scribbling a doodle of her and Loki and Mobius. Their silly little family was outlined in green, except Mobius, who was orange.

Noticing the quiet, Mobius looked up and found the two beginning to add Thor and their houses to the masterpiece.

“Daddy! Look!” Sylvie cried. “That’s you!” she grinned.

Mobius tried to hide his absolute horror at looking up, grimacing slightly until he checked for certain that the markers were waterproof. “That looks great!” he finally said, before taking a photo of it with his phone. “Alright, let’s grab some paper towels and water so we can clean it up. Got it? I don’t think Fury would like that two silly babies drew on his wall.” He patted the two on the back and took them by the hands to go get cleaning supplies.

“Tor! Hi Tor!” Loki yelled as he caught a glimpse of his brother on the other side of the hallway.

Not caring about making a scene, Thor ran up to him, picking Loki up and tossing him in the air gently to avoid having to deal with his armor folding uncomfortably. “How old is my dearest little brother?” he asked.

Loki, regressing more, just played with Thor’s beard and hair, and made a little giggle, hugging him, deciding not to answer that question.

Sylvie also hugged Thor, trying to get out of work.

“Can you bring them? They need to help clean up a drawing they made on the wall.”

“Drawing on the wall? Loki… probably Sylvie..., you remember the spankings you got for that!” Thor chided before deciding to come help. Not like he was doing anything interesting, anyhow.

For a spot to draw on the wall, Loki and Sylvie didn’t choose a bad one, S.H.I.E.L.D headquarter’s sterile aesthetics made nearly any kind of wall mess easy to clean up. Mobius probably could’ve wiped away the drawing with spray cleaner and paper towel if it was made of permanent marker just as easily as he could with dry erase.

Sitting in the conference room, Thor helped them wipe up the mess, and then did his favorite thing: he played with his little siblings, helping them feel confident in regressing.

They sat in his arms as he read them “Love You Forever” which Mobius usually read after a tantrum, meltdown, or just an occurrence of the usual mischievous activity.

Loki and Sylvie looked at the pictures with Thor while cuddling their plushies. Loki with his alligator, and Sylvie with her triceratops, chewing rabidly at one of the teethers, getting slobber on Thor’s arm that she was resting her head on.

“Tiny siblings,” Thor looked down at them. “What shall we get up to next?”

“Up!” Sylvie yelled. She loved being tossed around, especially by Thor: Bounced, slung over his shoulder, thrown in the air, it would make her giggle and laugh even though it would also inevitably make her sick. Loki however, had taken enough of that during his childhood and was not as comfortable with it.

Despite that, Thor picked the both of them up. He held Sylvie entirely in one massive hand but kept Loki close to his chest, letting the toddler take up his entire arm to sit.

“Um, hide an seek!” Loki suggested, putting his hands over his eyes to hide.

“That does sound like fun, what do you think, little sister?” Thor asked.

Sylvie looked down from her spot, sitting in the palm of his hand and raised above his head. “Hide n’ seek!” she agreed.

Thor set them down and looked around. “I don’t think there’s many places to hide in here…” he commented about the nearly entirely glass room. “Mobius, can we leave this room?” he asked.

“Yeah, just keep an eye on them, y’know?”

“Of course, I’m sure it won’t be a problem,” he smiled.

Moibus looked up from his work to give him a skeptical glance.

Thor had Loki and Sylvie’s hands in his own, making sure they were staying next to him as they walked around, discussing what rules they should use, especially as they reached the cafeteria: “Alright, no shapeshifting, mind reading, or teleportation. We’re staying in the building, and no hiding in offices…”

Loki and Sylvie nodded in agreement, deciding these rules were fair.

“Tor seek!” Loki elected.

“Alright. I’m going to count to thirty. Go hide!” he encouraged, covering his eyes while the two littles skittered away to find spots they would fit.

Loki panicked as he looked around the headquarters for a spot to hide, eventually finding himself in the main entryway. Everything was either glass or reflective, and it was all very open. Eventually, he tucked himself up under the large reception desk.

A woman had been working there but had left for a brief minute, and as she came back to her desk, she noticed him. “Can I help you with something, Loki?” she asked.

Loki held up a finger, “Shh! Libary voice!” he told her.

“Oh, you’re little!”

“Big boy!” Loki corrected. “M’ hiding from Tor.”

“Gotcha, I’ll be real quiet for you then.” And that was the last thing she said, before going back to her job at the standing desk.

Meanwhile, Sylvie was doing her best to find a spot to hide, deciding she’d take the route she had taken for the past eight hundred years; running. She ran through communal offices, and tried to cut through labs she absolutely did not have clearance for, dipping and dodging and trying to stay low to avoid any possible gaze, Thor’s or otherwise, with the agility of her usual self and definitely not that of a little toddler playing hide-and-seek with her big brother.

Eventually she stopped: S.H.I.E.L.D. housing, perfect. She tried each of the door handles individually, only finding one unlocked: Bruce’s. She poked her head inside and very quickly hid under the bed. However she discovered other clutter with her, which she ignored until something under her leg made a loud squeak. “Shh!” she scolded the stuffed animal.

Thor stopped counting and quickly realized, as he began to walk around, that perhaps he had given the two gods too much freedom. He ran rather than walked, hoping maybe he’d stumble upon them in the massive building.

After a good twenty minutes of finding neither of them, and quickly growing not only impatient, but frantic, Thor came into Mobius’ office, and shut the door.

Mobius looked up from his work. “You lost them, didn’t you?”

Thor very shyly nodded.

“Alright, c’mon.”

Mobius got up from his desk and shut his computer. He walked briskly, forcing Thor to jog and keep up with him. The hallways were full of people but still felt cold.

Mobius studied each person, looking at their mannerisms to make sure they weren’t a Loki.

“I told them no shapeshifting and no hiding in the offices.”

“That doesn’t negate anything, Sylvie can still possess people through touch, it’s always good to check.”

They reached the front counter. “Hi, ma’am, have you seen a Loki or Sylvie around here?” Mobius asked, already suspecting one could hear him talking.

Loki poked his head up, “No fair! You can’t have two seekers!”

“Alright, there’s one.”

Thor picked Loki up, holding the little on his shoulders like a very heavy and long scarf.

“Now just one more. Loki, do you know where Sylvie is? What’s she up to?”

“Dunno.”

The three walked around the whole compound, exploring training rooms, labs, any closet they could find.

“Where’s little Sylvie?” Yelena asked as she passed them in the hallway. “Did she get lost?” The assassin seemed to have genuine concern for the mischievous little girl.

Despite not being all that familiar with littles herself, Yelena had a friendship with Sylvie and found her a good sparring partner and friend when she was big.

“Yes!” Loki answered. “Seevee lost.”

“Sylvie’s not lost. A game of hide-and-seek just got out of hand. I’m pretty much a professional Sylvie seeker,” Mobius explained, adding a little brag on the end.

“Hm,” Yelena answered. “I’ll come, too,” she decided on a whim.

Finally, there was one last stretch of area to cover.

“I swear, if we find that girl in one of these rooms she’ll be over my knee so fast...” Mobius grumbled.

Loki looked up. The threat, which was definitely empty, was not something he had heard Mobius say since his TVA days.

Mobius knocked on the ajar door of Bruce’s room. “Hey, Bruce, is Sylvie in there?”

No response, as Banner was busy working on helping heal any extra injuries from the morning’s mission in the infirmary.

Mobius opened the door slightly and flicked on the lights. “Hey, Sylvie, can you come out please?” he asked, noticing the edge of her green cloak peeking out from under the bed. “Game’s over.”

Sylvie crawled out with the stuffed squeaky puppy in her arms.

“Set it down, hun’, you have your own toys,” Mobius said, not even connecting the dots of Bruce having so many toys under his bed. Well he would, but he was so fixed on getting Sylvie out of someone else’s room that he didn’t care enough to really pay attention.

“Not fair!” she complained like Loki had. “Three seekers?!”

“It is fair because the game ended. C’mon, let’s head back and find a better game.”

Sylvie huffed and stomped her foot, struggling as Mobius picked her up.

“Save the tantrum until we’re back in the conference room.”

She didn’t; yelling and crying and kicking about how it’s not fair she gets in trouble because she won fair and square. With one cry she expelled energy enough to shatter a glass window near them.

Making Thor and Yelena raise their eyebrows.

“I know,” Mobius pet her back as she quieted down to just heavy breathing and sobs, exhausting herself.

Loki on the other hand, didn’t bother with a tantrum, instead deciding to hang limply over Thor’s shoulders and head in protest.

“I think Sylvie needs a change, can you check Loki?” Mobius asked.

Thor took the second fussy little down from around his shoulders, but found he had stayed dry,

“Alright, just take him back to the conference room, then. And make sure you keep your eyes on him this time. He's a troublemaker.”

“Like I wouldn’t know,” Thor replied with a smile.

“Well…” Yelena shrugged. “That was more uneventful than I thought.”

“What do you mean?” Thor asked as Mobius stepped away.

“You’re all gods and your games of hide and seek turn out like this? You have two gods of mischief and lies-”

“Stories!” Loki corrected swiftly.

“And you play with the small children like this? No, no, no, they need more! Well,” she paused as Loki gave her a pouty look sitting semi-upright to avoid hitting his head on the ceiling and crossing his arms, “I need more! To watch! You’re boring!” she joked in a very believable manner. “Work on it,” she concluded, before patting Thor on the bicep and walking away.

While in the conference room, Thor played simple games and talked to Loki in Æsir, to which Loki replied with his excited mess of almost-words, jargon, and giggles. When translated, it sounded something like: “Are you having fun with daddy and Thor at work?”

“Mhm!”

“And you’re going to behave, right? No more shenanigans?”

“No, m goo’ boy.”

“Right. I’m sure you and Sylvie will be very well behaved princesses. Can I count on that?”

Loki nodded.

“Alright, all done.” Mobius said as he shut the door with Sylvie in his arms.

Sylvie stopped wallowing in self pity for a moment and looked at her daddy. She didn’t know what he said.

Thor was surprised to find Mobius had been able to fluently get out a sentence, but he was even more shocked to find that Sylvie didn’t understand.

“Can she not understand us?” Thor asked.

“Nope. Princess stinky over here has no idea what we’re saying.”

Loki giggled at the comment which made Sylvie give him a death glare.

“But I bet that makes her feel like a real baby, huh?” Thor cooed as he pet the spot underneath Sylvie’s chin.

She pulled away apprehensively, suspicious of whatever Thor was saying.

“We should make it even, what languages do you speak?” Mobius asked.

“I have somewhat of a gift for languages,” Thor bragged.

Loki’s eyes widened in panic and he stared at Sylvie as Thor and Mobius effortlessly switched to the language of the Flora Colossus (Aka, “I am Groot”).

There was fear, but even more than that, the littles thought they sounded ridiculous, laughing and giggling at even the most serious sounding things Mobius and Thor said.

The adults switched languages, something unrecognizable that coincidentally had a similar syllabic cadence to Mandarin, but no other similarities.

That was much less ridiculous, and Loki and Sylvie found it much easier to understand, despite still not knowing what they were saying. At least the inflection and direction of their conversation was easier to decipher.

“What does little Loki think about that?” Mobius asked, “is that better?”

Loki didn’t understand, so he sucked his thumb and motioned to be picked up with big grabby hands. Despite his innocent motions, Loki had his face contorted into a semi-scowl the whole time, and had his eyebrows furrowed.

Mobius switched back to English at the glares from his toddlers, “would you rather have daddy and Thor speak in English? It’s nothing mean, we’re just trying to make you feel small,” he cooed.

Loki nodded understandingly but Sylvie wasn’t so quick to trust. She crossed her arms and stuck out a pouty lip.

“Why don’t we choose a word for you two to say when you’re uncomfortable and want to stop?”

Loki and Sylvie looked at each other and nodded with agreement. “Pancake!” Sylvie chose.

“Okay sweetheart, that sounds good.”

Throughout the day, Mobius and Thor talked back and forth in the foreign language, mostly babytalking Loki and Sylvie and singing translations of nursery rhymes to them. Mobius mostly stuck with the English ones the littles had learned from daycare, while Thor played with traditional Asgardian songs. The littles tried to babble along to the familiar melodies. But Mobius still sat working at his desk and typing as Thor played on the floor with the littles, trying to keep them busy with almost no toys or games as the minutes and hours ticked by. Eventually, settling on using a laptop he found to put on a few movies and tv shows for them.

Mobius checked his watch and very suddenly shut his laptop. “I’m off the clock,” he smiled in English.

He always grinned about that. After endless years without set work hours and it being just “work, sleep, eat,” and nothing in between, it was a special thing to get off work and have at least some time with his littles or his mates, however Loki and Sylvie were feeling.

Loki demanded to be picked up immediately, lethargically lazing in his daddy’s arms as Mobius packed away his laptop and filed his papers. Before Sylvie could decide she was jealous and wanted up too, Thor threw her over his shoulders again.

Mobius didn’t have the car seats packed into his car, but that was alright, his littles would just be happy to know that they were finally going home.

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Salvage - 1 || jjk/kth.

Summary: After your confession, it's safe to say that there was nothing left to salvage between you and Jungkook. However, things start to change when a new hurdler joins the team. Genre: college!au, track!jungkook, track!taehyung, track!reader, angst & fluff Pairing: jungkook x reader, taehyung x reader Warning(s) : unrequited love, alcohol (drinking) mentioned, swearing Chapter Word Count: 3.7k a/n: My first mini series! Let me know what you guys think and the ending depends on your feedback :) taglist: do let me know if you want to be added to the series taglist

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“Wake me up when you’re done.”

“Alright, alright. I’m done.” Your body got up from your seat, but your gaze still glued on your laptop screen and hands on your keyboard. Your roommate groaned, marching her way to pull your hands away from the laptop.

“Yn, it’s a Friday night. Let’s go! Namjoon’s waiting for us downstairs.”

“Yea but,” You sighed, your eyes on your work, “I still have quite a lot of things to do. Maybe I’ll skip this party—“

“Like how you missed Hoseok’s birthday party? I’m sure he’s going to hunt you down later. You still have the weekends to complete your work and you’re already dressed up.”

You knew your roommate was right. You had agreed to go for this party since it was one of Namjoon’s close friends’ birthday. Though you weren’t close to the birthday boy, you were close to Namjoon and his girlfriend, who also happened to be your roommate - Miya.

“Okay, okay.” You quickly saved your work and turned your laptop off. “Let’s go.”

Miya squealed in excitement, linking her arm around yours as she pulled you towards the door. The two of you went down to meet Namjoon who had been patiently waiting for you to get down.

“Sorry for wait.” You gave an apologetic smile. “No worries! We’re still early. Good to miss the first few awkward minutes of the party.” He chuckled as he opened the car door to let you both in.

Miya truly hit jackpot with Namjoon. He was the whole package - athletic, smart and a gentleman. Miya was a great catch herself and you were thankful that she was your roommate.

Miya had been your roommate since freshmen year and ever since, you both always wanted to dorm together. Miya was very caring and gentle yet blunt at the same time. You both were awkward beings when you first met, and you were worried how dorm life would be with a stranger.

Thankfully, Miya, being the straightforward person, immediately went out with setting the ground rules together and suggested for a roommate date to get to know each other.

The rest was practically history.

Miya had been there for many of your significant memories in college - the good and the bad.

She was also there when you met Jungkook.

“Do you have any clubs in mind?”

“Actually, I do. I’m planning to sign up for track.”

Miya gasped and giggled in excitement, “No way, I want to join track too!”

“That’s cool! Shall we head over then?”

The two of you made your way to the track and field booth, sharing about what events you partake in. Miya was a hurdler while you weren’t. Nonetheless, it was pretty amazing to you two that you were both signing up for the track team.

“Hey freshies! Here to sign up?”

The two of you converse with the seniors to learn more about the try-outs and practice sessions.

“Psst,” Miya nudged you as you filled up the sign-up form, “On your left. Isn’t he cute?”

Your gaze turned to see a tall, buff boy, who seemed to be signing up for track as well. “He’s pretty cute.”

“I’m going to say hi. Wait for me.” Miya winked at you before approaching the boy - little did she know at that time that he was going to be her boyfriend.

“See you try-outs!” You smiled at the senior as you handed the form.

Your eyes wandered around the nearby booths as you waited for Miya to come back.

“I’ll just look around.” You mouthed at her when she turned to make eye contact with you.

“Hey! Interested to join Photography club?”

“Freshies! Come join the Badminton club!”

The atmosphere was completely chaotic with seniors shouting at the top of their lungs to promote their club. Slightly disoriented from the ruckus, you had bumped into a stranger.

“I’m so sorry—“

“So sorry about that—“

The two of you took a step back to meet each other’s eyes. “Sorry about that.” The black-haired boy gave a sheepish grin as he rubbed the nape of his neck. “I was kinda too excited to sign up for a club.”

“No worries, it’s my fault as well. I wasn’t looking.”

“All’s good. B-But… Any chance that you happen to know where the track and field club booth is at?”

Your eyes widened slightly in amusement, “Yea I do. I was just about to head back to meet my friend.”

“Oh! Could I follow you there?”

“Sure.”

Your eyes took a quick once-over, it wasn’t hard to notice that his built was athletic, donned in sweats and an oversize black shirt, this guy looked like the poster boy of college dudes.

“My name’s Jungkook. What’s yours?”

“Yn. Did you run track before college?”

“Yep, I do 4x100s.”

“Oh, same here!” You flashed a smile. “Wow, what a coincidence that I’d bump into you huh.” Jungkook chuckled and you did the same. “Must be a sign that we’ll both be teammates.”

“Not a bad sign at all.”

“Yn!” Miya waved her hand wildly amidst the crowd. “I was about to leave the booth to go find you! What booths did you— Oh hi, I’m Miya, you are?”

“Jungkook. Nice to meet you. You must be the friend yn was going back for.”

Miya gave you a subtle look which you chose to ignore that day.

“Jungkook,” Miya grinned, “It’s nice to meet you too!”

“Speaking of the party, yn, you know Jungkook will be there as well, right?”

“Yes, this is the tenth time you’ve told me that.”

“Sorry, just another reminder before we pull up to the party.”

Besides having a ton of workload to do, you also had another reason for having second thoughts.

That reason was Jungkook.

“Thanks for your concern. But it’s been a year, I’m long over it.”

“That’s great to hear, I’m proud of you yn.” Namjoon piped in as he parked the car. “And we,” He placed his hand on Miya’s, “Should trust our friend’s word.”

Miya glanced at you before sighing, “Alright. I do. Now, let’s go greet the birthday boy.”

The three of you left the car and made your way to the party venue. The birthday boy was clearly loaded as the venue was huge. You jaw dropped in awe, “Why is this party so extravagant?”

“Good thing our birthday gifts are more drinks.” Miya nudged you and you laughed, nodding your head.

You were all greeted with blaring music from the stereo and neon lights to add into the ambience. People had already begun drinking and some were busy eating dinner.

“Yn!! I missed you!” A very familiar voice erupted as you spotted a figure rushing towards you.

“Hoseok!” You grinned, extending your arms out for a hug.

“You didn’t come to my party!” He pouted as he pulled away. “But I visited the next day as a surprise!” You defended yourself.

“That’s true… Still feels like forever since I saw you.” Hoseok pulled you back in for a hug.

The four of you made your way to one of open rooms which had been turned into a buffet area. You had helped yourself to the wide array of food and found a table to eat with your friends.

“We have a new hurdler joining us. He’s our batch but he only joined the club this try-out round.” Namjoon filled you in since you were the only non-hurdler in your group.

“Oh, who is it?”

“Kim Taehyung.”

“Wait, Kim Taehyung? Isn’t he from table tennis?”

Namjoon shrugged his shoulders, “Guess he wanted to try something new. I was there during try-outs and he’s a really fast runner.”

—

Since it was a huge party and you weren’t close to the birthday boy, you didn’t need to spend the night entertaining the main character of the night.

To make full use of the amenities at the booked venue, the four of you started playing different rounds of games.

You were paired with Hoseok against Miya and Namjoon. The first round was charades and you lost to them. Hoseok found the game Just Dance and proposed it as the next round.

Jungkook had not been on your mind the entire night as you busied yourself playing games with your friends.

“What else can you do?!” Miya exclaimed, stepping in front to take over Hoseok’s spot.

“More like what else can you not do?! That was amazing!” You pulled Hoseok in for hug, “We’re gonna win this. Get ready to treat us for a meal!”

Namjoon chuckled, “We have to do another game after this. Hoseok basically created the game Just Dance. He followed the moves to easily.”

“Don’t whine, just dance!” Hoseok teased, pulling you back on the couch as you both watched Miya and Namjoon do their round.

“Didn’t want to ruin the mood but… He’s watching.” Hoseok leaned in to whisper in your ear. Your eyes slowly wandered around the venue to spot a familiar figure hanging around a crowd of people.

You both made eye contact and you decided to cast a smile at his direction. In return, you received a quick and small smile before he looked away, completely avoiding your direction.

“That went well.”

“Give him time.”

“Hobi,” you deadpanned, “I’m pretty sure one year is a lot of time.”

Hoseok just shrugged, “I know but… Okay, I have nothing to say to defend him.”

You chuckled, turning your attention back to Miya and Namjoon, “You don’t have to defend him.”

“He’s my close friend too.”

“I know, and I feel bad that you have to split yourself in half every time—“

“No, no,” Hoseok nudged you to get that thought off your mind, “I don’t feel that way. Besides, I met the two of you on separate occasions as well. Please don’t feel guilty about anything.”

You gave him a thankful smile, “Thanks Hobi.”

The Just Dance bet ended with your landslide victory thanks to Hoseok’s hidden dance skills.

Namjoon insisted for another game to even the playing field and Hoseok went out to the backyard to set up the beer pong table. Miya and Namjoon had gone to the kitchen to grab the cups and drinks and you had volunteered to grab more titbits to snack on.

Thanks to your luck, Jungkook had busied himself with filling his plate with snacks as well.

“Hey.”

Jungkook jumped upon heading your voice, quickly steadying the plate on his hand. “H-Hey.”

“How’s the party going?”

You attempted to start a conversation with him as you grabbed a plate yourself. Jungkook awkwardly cleared his throat, “It’s a huge party… H-How about— Are you enjoying it?”

“Yea, there’s tons of things to do. How about you?”

“Yea.” Jungkook fiddled with one of the serving scoops. You pressed your lips in a tight smile, recognising the awkward atmosphere engulfing the both of you.

It hurt you to know Jungkook was still feeling awkward around you. It always reminded you that you had made the wrong choice. That you had ruined everything between the two of you.

“Right, I guess I’ll head off first. See you at practice?”

“Yea… See you around.” Jungkook nodded his head, his gaze locked on the table filled with snacks as you left the area, feeling dejected from your encounter.

“What’s with the long face?” Hoseok asked as you approached your group. You looked up to meet his eyes and he immediately knew, sighing as he pulled you into a comforting hug.

“It’s not your fault.”

��Still feels like it is.”

“Is it just me or am I still hungover from the party?”

You laughed, “You had a whole Sunday to rest.”

Miya sighed as she started doing hip circles. “I know, I must be getting old.”

“You probably are. Anyway, where is Namjoon?”

Just as you had asked, you heard his voice calling you and Miya. The both of you turned to see Namjoon heading over your direction with someone unfamiliar next to him. Namjoon was goofily waving his hands to grab your attention while pointing to the male next to him.

As they got closer, you managed to recognise the person next him. It was Kim Taehyung. He was popular in college because he was very talented at table tennis. It shocked you when Namjoon said he had joined the track team as a hurdler.

“You two must be Miya and Yn. I’m Taehyung.” He stuck out his hand for a handshake.

With a light smile, you reached out to return the handshake. Taehyung had a welcoming aura around him. He had a friendly and approachable vibe. He was tall, athletic, and good looking.

“So, what made you join track?”

He shrugged his shoulders, “It’s our last year in college, wanted to try something different.”

“Hope you like it here.”

Taehyung glanced back at you, casting a boxy grin your way, “I think I will.”

The coach blew their whistle to grab everyone’s attention. Everyone made their way to the centre of the field to start physical training. Training started with light warm-ups before rounds around the track.

While running, Taehyung was happily chatting away with you to get to know you better. “That sucks, so you’re not a hurdler?”

“Nope, I do 4x100s.”

“So, I’ll only get to see you once a week.” Taehyung pouted and you chuckled, “You can see me on other days.”

Track had 3 sessions a week - one combined with everyone and two within your own events. The combined session was physical training for all, hence why you were running rounds with a hurdler by your side.

“I’ll take that up!” He winked at you before speeding up slightly, “Catch me if you can!”

From behind, Jungkook watched you and Taehyung converse with a scowl on his face.

Why were you even talking while jogging? Was Taehyung flirting with you?

He used to be the one disturbing you during these rounds.

Jungkook tried to shrug off the scene of you and Taehyung together, ignoring the bitter feeling growing in his chest.

“Don’t feel bad. You’re sick, I’ll bring up some food for you.” You grabbed your student ID and phone as you insisted that Miya stayed in bed. Casting you a weak smile, she thanked you as you left your dorm to head off to the dining hall.

You lucked out when you saw Jungkook standing at the end of the queue, scrolling through his phone. With a deep breathe in as you made your way to join the queue. “Hey.” You gave a cautious greeting towards his way. Jungkook’s heart jumped, his grip tightening on his phone as he looked up to see you smiling at him.

“Hey.”

Jungkook hated how awkward he felt with you. It never used to be that way. Then again, that was a year ago.

You also never understood why Jungkook was the one avoiding you when you were the one who got rejected.

“Today was fun.” Jungkook gave you a toothy grin, “Yea it was.”

“Definitely my new favourite restaurant. I’m so full!” He playfully patted his stomach and you chuckled, “Looks like I know where to go when you start being grumpy or stressed.”

“That’s easy, you don’t have to take me to that restaurant. I just have to spend time with you and I’m good to go.” He shrugged his shoulders. Your heart fluttered at how nonchalant his words were yet so genuine. You had been thinking about it the entire afternoon, contemplating if it was the right decision. But you knew you had to let it out before it was too late.

“You good?” Jungkook pulled you out from your thoughts. “Mm? Oh yea, I’m good.” Your feet lazily kicked a stone in front of you.

“Hey,” Jungkook stopped walking, gently placing his hand on your arm to turn you around to face him. “You can always tell me something.”

“I know, I’m… I’m just tired that’s all.”

Jungkook pursed his lips together, “How about we head over to my place to watch a movie?”

“Sure.”

You let Jungkook choose the movie for the night as your head was far away. Jungkook nudged you, shimmying his shoulders. That was always his signal when he offered his shoulder for you to rest on. You gave him a small smile as you leaned your head on his shoulder.

Despite loving Marvel, you found yourself not paying a single ounce of attention to the movie. Jungkook seemed to have noticed that as you weren’t bantering with his small comments to the movie.

You were brought back to reality when you noticed the movie was paused.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, sitting up to face Jungkook.

“I was about to ask that.”

“I’m… I’m tired. I think I’ll just head home for the night.”

Jungkook frowned and you had to look away to save yourself from crumbling into pieces.

“Are you sure you don’t want to talk about what’s on your mind?”

You sighed, this was it. You just had to let it out.

“Promise me you won’t hate me?”

“Hate you? Jungkook repeated, “I would never hate you.”

He placed his hand on your knee, encouraging you to continue. “I’ve liked you for a while.” You paused, allowing the words to sink in. You could feel his hand stiffen and you were sure he could hear the loud beating of your heart.

The silence was deafening.

Your confession repeating in both your heads.

As every second dragged on, you started to regret it even more. You had made a terrible mistake and there was no way you could take it back. Life had no re-dos.

“I’m guessing you don’t feel the same way, given the response.” You clicked your tongue together, gathering the courage to look up at him.

Jungkook was lost for words. He would have never expected to hear a confession from you that night. From his closest friend. From his best friend.

Your words left a funny feeling in him that night, but he could not tell whether it was a good or bad feeling.

“Well, don’t worry.” You forced a laugh, “I didn’t expect much anyway. I just wanted to let it out. But I’m guessing I just ruined our friendship.”

“N-No, uh… I just… I just need time to… to absorb all of this.”

You nodded your head, “I understand.” You took it as a cue to get up from the couch, Jungkook’s eyes following your figure. “I’ll see myself out. Sorry for ruining the night.”

“T-Text me when you made it home safely.” Jungkook called out as you headed for the door.

Terrible. Even after ruining your friendship, Jungkook was still looking out for you. You hated how that made you feel. You turned around to face him one more time, a smile plastered on your face.

“Will do. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

It pained Jungkook to see you holding back your tears. If he could have another chance to replay that night. He would’ve stopped you from leaving, he would’ve told you that your friendship wasn’t ruined.

He would’ve done anything he could that night to stop you from leaving his life.

But in reality, he did none of those.

When you texted him that night that you were home, your message was left unread.

You took it as a message to give him time to process everything. A night turned into a day. A day turned into a week. A week turned into a month. A month turned into a year.

It was because of your confession, you both had become strangers once again.

“Yn!”

“Oh, hi Tae!”

Despite using his phone, Jungkook’s attention was on your conversation with Taehyung. You were already calling him ‘Tae’? Since when were you that close with him?

“Namjoon told me Miya’s sick. She alright?”

“Yep, just grabbing food for her so she can take her meds and rest.”

“Need my help?”

“Oh no, all’s good.”

Taehyung nudged you, “It’s alright, you have to get your own food too. I’ve already eaten, I can help carry her food up to your dorm, check up on her as well.”

“Sure, if you’re free, that is.”

“Free for you.” He teased and you laughed, looking away momentarily to see Jungkook who seemed to be invested in his phone.

“Oh, Jungkook! Didn’t recognise you at first. How’ve you been?”

Jungkook looked up to greet Taehyung, “H-Hey, I’ve been well.”

Ever since meeting Taehyung, he got along with your group easily. In fact, he got along with everyone effortlessly. He knew almost everyone in the track team only after 2 weeks. That meant only 2 combined sessions. Somehow along the way, it seemed that he had introduced himself to Jungkook as well.

Taehyung was amazing with people and that was admirable. The more you got to know Taehyung, the more you looked forward to hanging out with him.

“See you next practice!” Taehyung happily patted Jungkook’s shoulders goodbye as you two went off a different direction towards your dorm.

You barely register their conversation as your head was somewhere else, recalling the night you had confessed.

“Hey, are you okay?” Taehyung’s concerned voice made you look up to meet his eyes.

“I’m okay.”

Taehyung frowned, glancing behind to see Jungkook looking at the two of you walking away. Jungkook shook his head, quickly glancing away as Taehyung caught him looking.

“Something to do with Jungkook, perhaps?”

Taehyung was very observant and you knew you couldn’t fool him as well.

“Sort of… We just used to be close but... He’s been avoiding me and I’ve been trying to salvage whatever’s left. But it doesn’t seem to be working.”

Taehyung pursed his lips together, “It’s not fair if only one party is putting in the effort, you know.”

“I know, it’s just that… We used to be close.” You sighed as you stepped into the elevator with him, your gaze on your tray of food.

“Still, it’s not worth salvaging if you’re the only one putting in the effort. I’m sure you’ve done your best. Sometimes, you just can’t force things to happen.”

As the elevator opened to your level, you allowed his words to sink in.

“Miya! We come with food!” Taehyung grinned, bringing the tray to your sick roommate as she thanked the two of you for your help.

Your eyes trailed to Taehyung who was helping Miya grab her medicine and a glass of water.

Maybe Taehyung was right. Maybe it’s time to stop trying.

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Jeon’s Anatomy - Introduction

Neurosurgeon!Wonwoo x Pediatric Surgeon!Female Reader (briefly feat. Seventeen, Nu’est, Pristin, Ateez, Itzy, and Hinapia)

Word Count: 962

Contents: Grey’s Anatomy au, lots of medical talk (including talk of tumours), mentions of foster care

Note: And I am back with more of this hehe. It’s been a while hasn’t it?

You know you’re a kick ass pediatric surgeon, you have no need to prove it to anyone at all, certainly not the ass who runs the Neuro department. Well until you’re forced to work a case with him, anyway.

“...and you won’t embarrass yourselves, or me. I don’t want to hear any stupid questions, understood?”

You chuckled as you heard the grumbles of junior residents as you neared the corner.

“Yewon is getting them whipped into shape,” Jieqiong giggled, keeping in step with you.

“I remember being a resident with my own group to wrangle and look after,” you reminisced. “And I remember not wanting them to screw up.”

“Were they at least smart?” she asked. “Mine were dumb.”

“They’re all smart,” you replied. “They still have a lot to learn early in residency, and even as fellows,” you smirked. “But even first year interns have some smarts in their brains, or they wouldn’t be here.”

Jieqiong mulled over your words as you rounded the corner.

“If all goes well, you won’t all look like complete idiots today.” Yewon said sternly, her resident’s eyes going wide as they spotted you.

“If all goes well,” you chimed. “You will all learn something today, and leave tonight as better doctors.”

Yewon whipped around, your name falling off her lips and her face blushing deeply.

“H-How are you this morning?”

“Good, now that I know you have them whipped into shape,” you winked and nudged Yewon who blushed even more deeply as Jieqiong giggled. The residents looked between the three of you, unsure expressions on their faces.

“Alright, I trust you all know who I am, but since I haven’t worked with most of you yet, names.”

You listened and did your best to memorize as the five residents listed off their names, Kyla Massie, Shin Ryujin, Lee Chaeryeong, Kim Bada and Shin Yuna.

“Welcome to the pediatric ward,” you said brightly, starting down the hall as the residents followed you quickly. “Things are a little different here than the rest of the hospital. We’re dealing with kids.”

You turned to face the group outside a room. “Kids who believe in magic and fairy tales, and very scared parents who understand the realities of what their children are going through. Some people think we’re just working on smaller humans but there's a lot more to it than that. This is a lot harder than it looks.”

The residents all had hesitant looks on their faces and you gave them a reassuring smile. “You will all be fine. Let’s get started shall we?”

You led the group into the room where a tiny, excitable six year old was sitting on the bed with a tube in her nose. She smiled at you brightly and reached out for a hug as Ryujin started to present her case. You only gave half your attention to the presentation, the other half on the small girl bouncing beside you and tugging on your sleeve.

“Psst,” she whispered.

“Yes?” You chuckled.

“The nurses gave me paper and I drew you a picture!”

“You did! Well now I want to see it,” you smiled. She pulled out the picture and showed you the drawings of her dogs happily until your pager buzzed.

“Does that mean you gotta go help someone?” She asked.

“It does,” you hummed. “But I’ll come back and check on you later okay?”

She tugged you closer and whispered to you. “Can you bring me a lollipop next time? Just don’t tell mommy cuz she said candy is bad for my tummy.”

“I’ll see what I can do,” you chuckled before standing up fully and leaving the room with the residents.

“Yewon, cover the rest of rounds. Jieqiong we’re needed in the pit.” You said. “The rest of you, I’ll be back up as soon as I can, impress Yewon because she will tell me who did the best job later.”

You bid your goodbyes and hurried to the elevator, Jieqiong in tow. She searched through her tablet as you led the way to the ER.

“Were we called for a consult?” She asked.

“I was, but I have a feeling I’ll want an extra set of hands.”

“A feeling?” She questioned.

You shrugged. “After a while sometimes you just get a feeling that a certain case will be a lot.”

Jieqiong mulled that over as you led the way through the ER and to the bed. Jongho was standing next to the bed and he perked up when you saw him, your eyes travelling from him to the girl in the bed. She had to be around 10 or so and her arms were all bruised, she had bandages wrapped around her arm and she looked up at you curiously. Her parents stood off to the side nervously.

“We know how this looks,” Her mom was quick to speak up before you had managed to say a word. “We- With all the bruises we know but it’s not what it looks like-”

“I’m clumsy!” The girl said brightly. “I’m Eunbin!”

You waved at her as her dad spoke. “She is,” he chuckled, seeming a little anxious. “She gets hurt a lot.”

“Well it looks like you’re all patched up,” you smiled at Eunbin. “Dr. Choi, mind going over her chart with me?” Jongho nodded and followed you while Jieqiong talked with Eunbin and her parents.

“Why did you pull me away from rounds, Choi?” You asked seriously.

“I mean the bruises-”

“You know how to call CPS on your own, what do you think is going on?”

“They-” Choi took a deep breath. “I don’t think the parents are giving the whole history, o-or they don’t know it. They’re foster parents so they might not know her whole past but I think something else is going on here. I-I think we should order an MRI. They said she’s clumsy and gets hurt, has trouble walking these days.”

“You’re thinking tumour,” you said.

Jongho nodded. “I’m thinking tumour.”

#seventeen imagines #wonwoo imagines #jeon wonwoo imagines #even tho he isnt in this much #but you can guess he'll be around soon #jeon's anatomy

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luimagines · 3 years

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Hay! Love these soooo much (a little too much but whatever) I really want to see something like, the reader and the Links go on a small date or a have a cute/touching moment idk! But love ur stuff! Keep doin ur thing!

Masterlist

I'll be happy to provide the content! So don't worry about loving it too much! It's there to be loved! Just like the Links!

Speaking of, it's now date night with The Chain.

Part 1 will include Hyrule, Sky and Warrior.

Content under the cut!

Hyrule

"Psst..." You turn your head when someone tugs on your sleeve. They're quick to lace your fingers together and lean close to your ear, lining your whole side with their own.

It's Hyrule and he's got a mischievous grin, almost a smirk, on his face. "You want to ditch them?"

You bite your lip trying to not snort at his implication. You whisper back, trying to be inconspicuous to the rest of the group. "How do you suppose we do that?"

"We go to the back and just start walking slower than the rest of them." He presses a little closer to your ear and his breath tickles.

You can't help the small giggle that escapes at the sensation lean away a little.

"Do you have to do that now?" Legend groans from somewhere behind you. "Ignore his sweet nothings. Can’t you wait to be all lovey dovey when we're not around?"

"Sorry." You respond on instinct.

Hyrule takes his moment to smirk at the other and says, "Walk in front of us if it bothers you so much."

"I didn't know you had this side to you 'Rule." Legend places a hand on his chest in mock hurt. But he walks and eventually passes you with a mild roll of his eyes. "I don't care if you're together, just keep the PDA quiet."

"It was quiet."

"Not to my eyes."

"I didn't know you can hear with your eyes."

You snort and swing your hand and Hyrule's a little in what can only be described as pure joy.

Legend snickers a little and keeps walking, separating himself from you two but not making any more comments.

"Good." Hyrule whispers when Legend is far enough away. "Now we just need to get far enough away from Warrior and Wind."

"Where we would we go?" You ask him, resting your head against his as you walk. "When we ditch them, I mean."

Hyrule shrugs. "Anywhere you want. As long as I'm with you, I don't mind."

"We could just wander around." You shrug as well. "I wasn't planning on escaping the group but if that's what you want then I don't mind."

"That sounds perfect."

You walk like that for a moment, hand in hand, your head on his shoulder and a content smile on your lips.

Hyrule moves away from you as he turns to look behind you. When he doesn’t find anything, he whips back to face with what you can only say is one f the biggest smiles he can produce. He places a quick finger to his lips and takes a step to the side, pulling you along gently and soon.. You’re both off of the trail.

You both walk whatever distance needed to be out of earshot before you share a look and take off running into the thicker foliage.

A laugh dances on your breath as Hyrule leads you further and further into the forest without the others to keep an eye on you.

He laughs along with you and eventually comes to a stop and lets the natural forest sounds encompass you. “I think we’re good now.”

“Good.” You grip his hands a little tighter and pull him with you. “Let’s go explore!”

“Ok.” Hyrule’s voice softens and follows you, never once letting go of your hand. He allows you to take the lead this time and spends most of it watching you instead of the scenery around you two. He knows he should be a little more aware of his surroundings, especially now that you’re separated from the group but he can’t help it. He’s completely captivated by you.

“Any particular reason you wanted to get away Link?” You tug him closer and let his hand go, hugging his arm to your chest instead as you walk.

“I just wanted some time with you...”

You raise an eyebrow.

“That’s it, really!”

You snort and give him a kiss on the cheek. “I suppose Legend did say that we should be away from the group to be all lovey dovey. We have to take every opportunity we get.”

“Don’t...” Hyrule snickers and rests his head on top of yours.

“You’re blushing~!” You grin.

“I just can’t believe you’re here with me.” Hyrule sighs. “I can’t believe I’d be so blessed to have you in my life.”

“Oh so you can say things like that but I can’t even imply it?”

“I love you.”

“You’re avoiding the question.” You snort but let it slide. You don’t want to push him too far from his comfort zone. “This is nice. I like this, Link. I like being with you.”

“We should do this more often then.”

“The group would kill us if we tried and I’m not willing to deal with disappointed Wolfie time and time again.” You pout. “He’s too expressive for his own good.”

“That’s true.” Hyrule shrugs. “So lets make the most of this while we can.”

“Ok!”

Sky

“SSKKYY!!” You yell and run to him, your call being his only warning before you jump on his back and wrap yourself around him.

Sky stumbles for a second before his arms come to his sides and wrap around your legs, pushing himself up and stabilizing you against him. “Well hello to you too!”

“How are you on this fine day my darling?” You throw your weight to the side and lean over his shoulder, placing a quick kiss on his cheek.

“I’m ok.” He laughs a bit and leans his head a bit to give you a kiss as well. “You’re in a good mood. I can only imagine why.”

You beam. “I have an idea.”

“There it is.”

“Will you be willing to hear me out?” You ask and try to put on the biggest puppy eyes you can manage. “Please.”

Sky snorts and nods, letting his amusement show freely on his face. “Sure. Go for it. Let’s hear it.”

“Time says there’s a village nearby.” You begin. “We should go check it out! Just you and me, what do you say?”

Sky stops in his tracks and he turns his head to look at you. “Really? How far is it?”

“It’s a bit of a walk.” You tap on his shoulder and he lets you down easily enough. “Thirty minutes at least but we don’t need to rush.”

Sky looks absolutely delighted by the idea but something crosses his mind. “The others would want to come along...”

“Let them! We can lose them in the village.” You shrug and lace your fingers together.

“Ok then. Let’s go!” Sky takes a step and together you both make your way to the center of the group and call out your intentions.

Naturally, three others insist on going with you and with Warrior, Legend and Four, you start off on your journey toward the little village to see if you can stock up on supplies.

At least, that’s what the other three want to do.

You don’t let go of Sky’s hand once and Sky’s mature enough to admit that the thought of you enjoying his company pleases him immensely.

The village comes into view soon enough and the trio that joined you breaks off with little to no fuss. You stare at their retreating forms with confusion and admittedly a little suspicion. “I thought they’d want to drag us along.”

“So did I, but let’s not question it.” Sky pulls you closer to his side and instead wraps his arm around your shoulders. “Is there anything you wanted to do?”

You’re quick to wrap your arm around his waist and lean into his side comfortably. “No, not really. I just wanted to be alone with you. I didn’t think I’d get this far.”

“Well, you have me and we’re alone with no other responsibilities to take care of right now. I say we sight see.”

“I’d like that.” You grin up at him and together you begin to make your way through the humble village just taking a walk through the bustling people going about their day and pause to watch a street performer.

You’ve never seen the likes of it. Most likely this was merely a man who was tasked to watch and entertain the children but he’s gathered a crowd by this point and doesn’t look to be stopping his show any time soon. He’s been juggling small balls with what sounds likes beans inside of them and slowly but surely he’s been adding more to the mix.

Entranced you watch as it gets more complicated and within moments, before you even realize what he’s been doing, you notice that he’s replaced the balls with small glass bottles and has begun juggling those instead without once stopping.

“Goodness, we can never let this man and Wild meet.” Sky mutters under his breath.

You snort a little louder than you intend to, gaining a few looks from the people now standing next to you. “You’re so right. Even worse would be if Wind joined us. The little pirate might have the poor man juggling knifes by the end of it.”

“That would be less ideal than the flames, I’d admit.” Sky smirks.

“Oh, when you said Wild I was thinking he’d get the man to teach him, not add on to it.”

“Either way, we shouldn’t let it happen.”

“Very true.” You sigh and lean against your boyfriend, resting your head against his own. “Hey Link?”

“Yes, my love?”

“Thanks for coming with me.”

“You’re welcome. I’d join you any time.” He smiles and places a kiss on the top of your head. “Should we continue?”

“Sure.”

Warrior

"Hey, are you awake?" You hear your beloved's voice in your ear.

"Hm?" You blink a little and look up. "Link? Are you ok?"

"Come on." Warrior grins and shakes your shoulder a little. "Come with me. I want to show you something."

You take a breath and sit up, rubbing your eyes to get rid of the remainder of sleep. "Is something happening?"

"Shhh..." He puts a gentle finger on your lips. "Just follow me, Love."

You nod and get up with his help, and hold his hand as he takes the lead away from the camp. When you're a little further away, you look back at your sleeping group. "Where are we going? Isn't it your watch?"

"I already checked the perimeter. We're safe." He's quick to quell your concerns and it's then that you see that he has a basket hanging from his forearm. "And I found this spot that perfect for this!"

You start to feel a little more awake and grip his hand tighter. "Are we doing what I think we're doing?"

He winks.

"Link..." You grin and bite your little to keep yourself from giggling uncontrollably. "We can't get caught."

"We won't, trust me." Warrior begins to pull you a little faster an tries to get the spot he found while on patrol. "Here."

He lets you go and begins to pull out a blanket from the basket, setting up the area for you.

You gasp and stand there, stunned by what you see. The view of the stars is gorgeous- it's crystalline and wonderous with the tree line opening up just enough to frame the picturesque vision.

"Come here. Come sit down." Warrior grins widely at your reaction and takes your hand, guiding you to the blanket he's set on the ground. You follow him wordlessly, staring above you with your mouth agape. He sits you down and watches you.

"It's beautiful." You whisper.

Warrior smirks, keeping his gaze on you. "I know, isn't it?"

"Not that I'm complaining-" You take a breath and finally gaze in his direction. "-but why?"

"We don't spend a lot of time together." He explains.

"We travel everyday together." You snort.

"Time alone together." He reiterates.

You grin and lean backwards, placing your arm behind the both of you to rest your head on his shoulder. "Well this is perfect. Thank you, I love it."

"I have more."

"No way." You lean forward and turn to face him, absolutely delighted at the idea.

Warrior smirks and shoves his hand in the basket again, taking out a small container. He leans away from you for a moment to open it and you gasp at the sight.

Cake.

It's your favorite.

"How did-? When did-?" You grin and bounce a little to face him head on.

"When we were in your Hyrule, you mentioned it and I've been saving this for a good moment." Warrior smiles in delight at your reaction, clearly finding his own joy in yours.

"I can't believe you remembered." You gasp and feel your heart swell. "Is it still good?"

"I kept in my all purpose magic bag." He snorts. "Yes, it's still good."

You beam at him and go take it but he holds it just beyond your reach. "Wha-?"

He takes out a fork and takes a bit from the piece, holding out for you to eat.

"Oh." You blush a little and bite it, letting him feed you. "You're so cheesy."

"You love it."

"I love you."

"I love you too." He leans back and you get comfortable against him once more, letting him feed you in the quiet intervals of the night as you look at the stars.

Warrior pulls his scarf around the both of you like a blanket and wraps his arm around your shoulders from under it.

"Thank you Link." You look up at him lean upward to kiss his cheek. "This is nice."

"Anything for you."

Part 2

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #linked universe x reader #man sky is hard for me to write #I dunno why #He's so nice!#I never feel like I do him justice!#I wrote Warrior's first though #It was the first idea that I thought of and had to get it out

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spideyobsessed · 3 years

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Before It’s Too Late Ch. 2

peter parker x avenger!reader

Synopsis: With all the life changing events taking place, will you ever get to overcome some of your biggest fears?

Might wanna read Ch. 1

You run and run and run until your legs nearly go numb. Bumping into people, tripping over your feet, the sounds of your heavy breathing getting louder and louder. There’s only one thought etching itself into your mind: Tony’s words.

If you got your powers from that thing, then I’m positive you can do a lot more.

A lot more.

Why now? After years of having these abilities, why now? It’s almost like the words he spoke yesterday were a trigger and now they’ve awaken something that’s been dormant inside of you.

I heal and that’s it. I heal and that’s it. This can’t be happening right now.

You finally take a right down an alleyway and slow down to a stop. No words can be strung together to perfectly describe the sensation you’re feeling. It isn’t painful, but you ache. Energy is surging through your veins, but you feel like you need to lay down and rest. You feel anxious, but if the circumstances were different, you can find this quite enjoyable. It’s confusing.

You sit down right next to a dumpster and bring your knees up to your chest, fighting the urge to let out a gut wrenching scream. You can feel something inside of you bubbling up and growing stronger. It’s a tight feeling, like your body is a champagne bottle and the cork is going to skyrocket any minute now. For a brief moment, you come to the conclusion that you are literally going to explode and accept your fate.

...you can do a lot more.

Your hands cover your ears, your thoughts ultimately becoming too loud for you to endure. It’s like all of your senses are heightening, yet numbing all at once. You can’t pull it together. Your face scrunches up as you unintentionally hold your breath. Useless.

Involuntarily, you let out a cry that you’re sure can be heard throughout all of Queens. You feel your body jerk harshly three times before, all at once, everything stops.

A breath of relief escapes your lips as you finally relax your tense body, but the anxiety remains. Nothing new. Your entire physique feels tingly. Too fatigue to immediately spring into action, you remain sitting in your spot.

After a few moments, you take in your surroundings. The alley, although it was noticeably trashed when you entered, looks horrendous. The dumpster is about three feet away from you now. The windows in surrounding buildings are shattered. Several car alarms are blaring.

“What just happened to me?”

- - - - -

“You better keep your little girlfriend in check, Parker.” Flash threatens Peter before purposely bumping into him.

Unfazed by him, Peter turns his attention to Gwen. “Uh, is she..” He trails off.

“Yeah, she’s fine! I should still go check on her though. Best friend duties, ya know?” Gwen chuckles awkwardly.

Ned speaks up, “I totally get that. Being the superior friend comes with a lot of responsibilities.”

Peter furrows his eyebrows before shooting a look at his best friend, who is supposedly superior to him. “Don’t act like you didn’t know.” Ned says simply, earning a laugh from Peter.

“Exactly! So I gotta go.” Gwen says as she tries to walk away from the dorky pair.

“Can I come with you? I’d like to check on her, if that’s okay.” Peter asks.

If this were any other time, Gwen would’ve agreed before he even finished his sentence. She’s been rooting for you and Peter from the start, along with several other people, considering you two have made your feelings for each other extremely obvious to every except each other. It warms her heart to see your crush of four years finally getting the courage to get to know you.

However, having seen your hands radiating that familiar glow with her own eyes, she has to lie.

“You actually can’t b-because she’s just...on her period?” She lies horribly, but it’s perfect enough to fool two young men.

Peter immediately backs off, understanding that it’s not really his department of expertise. “Yeah I think you got this. Tell her I’ll text her later please?”

“Gotcha. Bye guys!” She waves at them before fast walking in the direction you went.

The two boys stay in place, as quiet as they’ve ever been. Both of them are obviously thinking the exact same thing. They don’t even have to say it out loud, but of course, they do anyway.

“Dude.”

“I know.”

“DUDE!”

“I KNOW!!”

They giggle together happily as they do their signature handshake before sharing a celebratory hug.

“She’s so into you!” Ned cheers when he pulls apart from his best friend.

“Do you really think so?” Peter questions, “That could’ve been strictly platonic.”

“Trust me, man. It wasn’t! She’s practically in love with you!” Ned over exaggerates, but he wasn’t wrong.

Peter doesn’t respond to his comment, but instead looks down at the ground and smiles to himself. “

‘Does she actually like me?’ He thinks.

The short events of today made him even more excited for the party tomorrow. Although he’s nervous and still very doubtful about your feelings for him, he planned on confessing his feelings for you at the party.

Ned continues to ramble on about “the birds and the bees”, (Peter doesn’t even know how he got to that topic), when suddenly chills plaster Peter’s body. He lifts up his arm and sees that every single hair is reaching straight up.

“Spidey sense. So cool.” Ned chuckles.

“Not cool. That means something is wrong, Ned.” Peter states as he begins to let his legs carry him to wherever feels right. Coincidentally, it’s in the direction Gwen just went.

As he rounds the corner, just as you and Gwen did minutes before, he spots the blonde girl standing in the doorway of the girls’ restroom. Before he can even get halfway to her, he watches as you make a beeline for the nearest exit of the school.

“I thought you said she was fine.” Peter says, strolling up next to Gwen.

“I thought you said I got this.” She quickly retorts, hoping he didn’t see your hands or eyes.

“Yeah, well look how that went.” He responds back.

He takes a few steps to walk after you, but comes to an instant halt. Peter turns on his heels and walks back up to Gwen.

“I’m sorry, that was sort of rude.” He apologizes sincerely. He looks back at the door you stormed out of and back at Gwen once more, “I’m just worried about her. Something is telling me to go check on her.”

He lightly jogs to the exit before Gwen can spit out another lie to protect you. Peter pushes the door open with determination, the cool wind breezing against his face. His head snaps left and right, looking for any sign of you.

A group of girls chatting.

Someone rushing through their homework.

A guy skating across campus.

“There she is.” Peter mumbles when he finally spots you.

He’s able to take one step before being yanked backwards by his backpack.

“Leaving so soon, Mr. Parker? It’s not even lunch yet.” He hears the voice of his principal.

“Uhh I have gym class next. I was just going to get a head start on my mile.” Peter lies through his teeth with a sheepish grin.

He might be good at fighting crime and protecting his neighborhood, but if there’s one thing Peter can’t do to save his life, it’s lie.

The principal obviously saw right through him and chuckled dryly. With a firm grip still on his backpack, Peter gets walked back into the hallways of his school. His principal even takes it upon himself to watch the young boy walk into his next class, earning laughs and taunts from Mj.

- - - - -

It was only a few minutes into physics whenever Peter’s senses started sounding off alarms in his head again. His eyes scan the classroom, every student with their heads down and focused on their work. He glances at the teacher, who is steadily typing away at her laptop.

“Psst. Ned!”

Ned, who is sitting directly in front of him, turns around, surely prepared to make some outlandish comment. However, upon seeing the worry on his friend’s face, he decides against it.

“Spidey sense?” Ned asks simply.

Peter frantically nods his head, “I’m almost positive it’s Y/n. It feels different. It feels the same way it did whenever I thought she was being followed.”

He takes one more anxious glance around the classroom to make sure none of his classmates were eavesdropping.

“I need you to create a distraction.”

Ned gives him a single nod before swiveling his seat back to its prior position. He obnoxiously clears his throat, “Uh ma’am, I think there’s a mistake on this paper. Here let me show you.” He rises from his seat and as soon as he does, everyone hears a mysterious low rumble.

Peter and Ned make eye contact, knowing that it’s already too late. Whatever Peter was being warned about is already happening. Without a single notice, the entire school is shook by a harsh vibration.

Boom

The students begin to talk amongst themselves worriedly before another vibration strikes. Panicked yelps scattering all around the classroom.

Boom

“Everyone stay calm. There’s no need to get worked up.” The teacher attempts to calm the students, despite sounding panicked herself.

If every fiber in Peter wasn’t going haywire already, there’s no doubt that they are now. It’s almost like he can felt the movements before they happen. He flies out of his chair and peers out the window.

He’s not sure if what he’s witnessing can be seen by everyone or if it’s just his heightened senses. “What the hell is that?” He mumbles to himself.

Peter watches as a violent ray of purple aura heads straight for them, everything in its way viciously convulsing. His heart rate quickens as he turns to face his classmates.

“Everybody get down!” He shouts, the people surrounding him do not waste a second to fling themselves onto the floor.

Peter grabs a hold of Ned and together they hit the deck just in time.

Boom!

A purple wave is washed over them, shattering the large windows in the process. Glass flies everywhere as the terrified shrieks of each individual fills the air.

The wave left just as quick as it came. Peter and Ned are the firsts to pop up from the ground, breathing heavily with shaky limbs. They look out of the broken window and are absolutely astonished by the amount of destruction that was caused in such little time.

“Still think it’s Y/n?” Ned chuckles in amazement.

Peter doesn’t answer because at this point he doesn’t know what to think. He definitely doesn’t want to rule it out. Whether it was you or not, he can only hope that you’re okay...wherever you are.

“Okay ladies and gentlemen, we need to evacuate now! Get on your feet and start calling your parents, we need to move!” The teacher instructs.

Everyone hurriedly follows in pursuit.

- - - - -

You let out a groan as you slowly pick yourself up from the floor of the dirty alleyway. Aside from being a little lightheaded and having a slight sharp pain on your side, you’re feeling 100 times better.

You dust yourself off, taking another look around as you do so.

Okay. Maybe that stone isn’t amethyst after all. You admit to yourself.

A dry cough erupts from your throat as you begin to walk to... well you don’t know where you’re going. You don’t want to go home yet, just in case an episode like this happens again. You wouldn’t want to put Alice in danger.

Just as you exit the dimly lit backstreet, an old man with thinning white hair and a white mustache to match it speed walks over to you.

“It’s the damn aliens!” He shouts as he whips out a tinfoil hat.

Where did he get that from??

“It’s the aliens, I say! They’ve finally arrived!” The man continues to yell as he carries on.

He wasn’t the only one in a frenzy. Everyone roamed the streets talking to one another. Theorizing what great threat they think has struck New York now, complaining about their vehicles, using some pretty strong language.

The pit of anxiety residing in your stomach quickly turns to guilt. You’re fully aware that you couldn’t control your actions, but it doesn’t change the fact that you still caused all of this damage. The further you walk, the guiltier you begin to feel.

How far did it reach?

You thought you only affected a block or two at most, but now you are starting to believe you victimized the entire city.

“Kid!” You hear a familiar voice.

You snap your head to the left and see a black vehicle with tinted windows. In the backseat sits none other than Tony Stark.

“You are in huge trouble. Amethyst crystal my ass.” He scolds.

The door pops open, “Get in.”

Not having the energy to argue back, you slide yourself into the car.

“I didn’t do it on purpose.” you clarify.

“Well I sure hope not. Happy, to the tower.”

The drive wasn’t long, only about 20 minutes, but the silence made it feel like hours. You’ve tried apologizing multiple times, but every single time you were dismissed by the lift of a hand.

Once in the tower, you didn’t even have time to look around in wonder at all the high tech features of the place. You were put in a room with Tony sitting directly in front of you. His eyebrows are furrowed, eyes focused on you, and his leg is bouncing so fast he could drill a hole in the ground. He still has yet to speak a single word.

You open your mouth to say something, but your phone begins to vibrate. Instead of answering, you freeze, not wanting to make Stark even more upset, if that’s possible. You also don’t want to see all the angry texts from Aunt Alice.

“You gonna get that?” Tony questions.

“Oh, he speaks.” You attempt to make a joke, but you’re the only one laughing.

Your smile falters as you take your phone out of your pocket to see who’s calling. Peter.

The smile returns once you lay eyes on the goofy contact picture he took on your phone. As much as you want to answer, you figured it would be better to wait for another time. It would be sort of hard to explain everything. Especially while Tony is shooting daggers into your head.

You take a swift scroll through your texts.

Gwen: That was so cool and kinda scary at the same time! Was that you??

Peter: Hey! Don’t mean to bother, I just wanna check up on you. Sorry I say that a lot haha.

Peter: Text me back when you’re feeling better. I hope you’re okay!

Alice: Y/n, you NEED to call me back. NOW!

Alice: You’re not in trouble, I just need to know if you’re safe.

Peter: I also want to say thank you for standing up to Flash for me. Even though I totally could’ve taken him myself! Okay okay, sorry for triple texting!

You send Alice a simple message back just to ease her nerves and not ground you before locking your phone.

You look up to see Tony still staring at you quite intensely. If you didn’t know any better, you could’ve sworn he hasn’t blinked yet. You clear your throat.

“Look, Mr. Stark, I really didn’t mean for-“

He cuts you off, “No no no, it doesn’t matter if you meant it or not. That’s not going to reverse what you just did!”

His tone of voice makes your heart shudder, the guilt you were feeling from earlier returning. You decide not to talk again unless he tells you to.

Stark runs a hand through his hair in frustration before cradling his left hand as he pushes himself out of his seat.

“I know you couldn’t control it.” His tone is softer now. “It’s not fair for me to take my anger out on you, I’m sorry.”

You still don’t dare to say another word. He sighs and walks over to the window that has a perfect view of the city.

“I’m not really angry. I’m just...scared.” Tony admits.

This is not the man you’ve been seeing all over the news for years. Tony Stark has never been one to be so vulnerable and open about his feelings. Or anything for that matter. You sure as hell didn’t expect a superhero to ever get scared, much less admit it to someone he barely met yesterday.

“Scared of what?” You ask quietly.

He turns and makes eye contact with you once again, but this time you don’t feel like he’s ready to attack. There��s a beat of contemplation coming from him before he says, “The little outburst you had might’ve sent a signal to a really bad guy. A really bad, really powerful guy. His intentions aren’t the best, and it won’t be long until he comes here.”

You blink a couple of times trying to process what he’s telling you. If an avenger is this scared of some “guy”, then you really have a situation on your hands.

“He’s coming for me?” You squeak.

Tony returns to his seat in front of you, “Not technically. But he will be coming for the stone that you have locked away in a desk drawer.”

“So if I’m in the way...”

“He won’t be afraid to move you.” Stark affirms.

You sink down in your chair, taking it all in. How has your life completely flipped upside in just two days. Two days! Just as you might finally get a chance with Peter after crushing on him for so long, you possibly just devastated the entire city. Maybe the entire country. Maybe the planet. You don’t really know how bad it is, but you feel too sick to your stomach to bother asking.

“How long until this dude gets here.” You ask.

Tony snorts at your usage of the word “dude” when describing someone who has destroyed multiple planets, but of course, you don’t know that yet.

“Our very own time telling wizard gives us about a week. A week and a half, if we’re lucky.” He answers.

“Great.” You sigh as you pinch the bridge of your nose.

You take a look at Tony, who sends you a sympathetic smile. You return a defeated one, tears burning at the corner of your eyes.

“We’re not going down without a fight, kid. That’s the one thing I can promise you.” He says sincerely, trying to make you feel better.

Although you appreciate the sentiment, you don’t respond in fear that the lump in your throat will make your voice crack. Instead you change the subject.

“Why do you keep nursing your arm like it’s a defenseless baby goat?” You ask, earning a hearty laugh from the man in front of you.

“Well after 10 years of being one of earth’s mightiest heroes, you’re gonna walk away with some battle scars.” Tony explains.

You let out a light chuckle, almost forgetting exactly who you’re talking to. With a smirk on your face, you stand on your feet and walk towards him, “May I?”

He scoffs and gives you a strange look, but nonetheless, offers his hand. You take it with both of yours and close your eyes. It isn’t long until you feel the warmth of your energy flowing through your veins and to your palms. Tony watches in amazement as his hand is engulfed by the same sensation that shook the city just hours ago.

You finally let go and open your eyes just in time to see the dumbfounded look on his face. He closes his hand into a fist, and then opens it as he wiggles his fingers around.

“Who’s the happy fingers now?” You tease. “I can’t heal 10 years of injury after injury in one sitting, but it should feel a little better now.”

Tony is still shocked beyond belief. All he can do is let out small breathy chuckles and stare at this hand that’s nearly good as new.

“Y/n.” He manages to say.

You’re shocked to hear him say your actual name. Weirded out even.

Stark finally puts down his hand and gives you a look of astonishment.

“How would you like to be an avenger?”

Your eyes widen and your jaw drops. Tony Stark, aka IRONMAN, wants you to be an avenger. After you’ve wrecked miles and miles of property, he’s asking you to be an avenger?!

“What? I mean...w-what?!” You let out an incredulous laugh. “You want me to- even after every- I can’t..I-I..” All you can do is stammer.

“Well don’t say yes too quick” Stark rolls his eyes.

“Sorry, I’m sorry! It’s just that I didn’t even know the avengers were a thing anymore. I also don’t know the first thing about being a superhero. All I do is heal tiny animals and cure hangovers.” You ramble.

Tony stands whiles still wiggling his hand around, enjoying the extra mobility it suddenly has. “And if you can do what you did today in a more controlled manner, you’ll be unstoppable. A bit of combat training wouldn’t hurt either.”

You think it over in your head. What he’s saying makes a lot of sense. You still don’t know what happened to you today, and you’d love nothing more than to figure it out. Tony is the perfect person to help with that.

Being an avenger is a lot of pressure though. Only a week and a half to train and fight some “really bad, really powerful guy”? It’s impossible. You’d be way over your head. You would get yourself killed.

“I know it’s a lot to take in.” Stark saying, practically reading your mind. “But I believe you can do it, and I’m never wrong. Scratch Saturday, you’re coming in tomorrow for immediate testing and training. Expect to be here all day.” He orders, returning back to his assertive persona.

All day tomorrow?

“I actually can’t tomorrow, Mr. Stark sir.” You say a little under your breath.

“You what now?” Tony stops in his tracks.

“I-I can’t come tomorrow. I’m going to a party, I sorta have a date.” You explain, getting quieter and quieter after hearing how pathetic you sound.

It’s his turn to laugh incredulously, “Yeah, sweet cheeks, and the world is sorta in immortal danger. I’ll let Happy know he needs to take you home and I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You don’t bother trying to protest or be a smart ass because he makes a very valid point. “See you tomorrow.” you say, mostly to yourself.

- - - - -

Three knocks echo from your bedroom door as you sit at your desk doing some chemistry homework.

“Hey hun! I brought oranges slices.” Your Aunt Alice shuffles past the doorframe. As she comes closer, the brightest smile on her face, You notice she made a smiley face on the plate full of poorly cut oranges.

You let out a giggle and set down your pencil, “Thank you Ali, they look great!” You begin to eat the juicy treat while Alice takes in the atmosphere of your room.

“Those weird earthquakes were crazy today, huh?” She absentmindedly makes conversation.

“Earthquakes. Right. Yeah it was crazy. They really shook me at the core.” You say sarcastically, soaking in the irony.

Alice only hums in response. You watch her eyes dart from your trophies and then to the chair with clothes piled on it and then to the plants perched on your window until they finally land on the picture of her, your mom, and yourself.

It was your 11th birthday and you had cake smeared all across your face. The memory is so vivid, you can still hear the beautiful melody of your mother’s laugh dancing through the air. It’s the last picture you have of her.

“I miss her too.” You speak quietly, fearing if you spoke too loudly, the memory would go away.

Her gaze returns to you, tears brimming her eyes and her smile a little less bright. “You remind me of her so much, Y/n.” All you can offer her is a warm smile.

You’ve already cried all the tears you had left. You clear your throat, “Thanks again for the oranges, Ali.”

She wipes the tears that manage to break free before placing a quick kiss on the top of your head.

“Take out will be here soon.” She informs as she exits the room, her cheerful tone returning.

“Sounds good.” You respond.

You take one more glance at the picture of the three of you before getting back to work. However, like most things here lately, you didn’t get very far.

“Shoo, shoo! Stupid bird. I hate you!” You hear a muffled voice coming from outside. You wouldn’t have found this odd, if you weren’t on the fourth floor of an apartment complex.

You rush over to your window and peek outside, and much to your surprise you see just the person you needed to see. You snicker before unlocking your window and pushing it up.

“Peter, what are you doing up here?” You whisper.

“Oh, ya know, just...fighting some birds.” He chuckles weakly at being caught.

You smile wildly at the sound of his voice and the sight of him covered in feathers. You’re feeling too giddy to even question how he got up here. “Get in!” You move out of the way so he can crawl into your room.

Oh my god. Peter Parker is in my bedroom!

You hurry to shut the door, so Alice doesn’t see a boy in your room. You turn back around to see Peter stealthily make his way past your potted plants. He hops in with a soft grunt.

“Hi.” He says shyly once he finally looks at you.

“Hi.” You say back in the same tone.

Peter looks down at his hands, causing you to just notice he’s holding a plastic bag. “Um this is for you. You never answered my texts so I thought I should just...sneak by.”

You take the bag from him and sit on your bed, Peter copying your actions. Your breath hitches as your shoulders touch.

OH MY GOD!

You pull yourself together enough to take a look in the bag.

There are several things inside. Two chocolate bars, your favorite ice cream, a large bottle of water, a box of tissues, and a dvd of your favorite movie.

You look towards Peter with the softest smile to ever lie upon your lips.

“What’s all this for?” You nearly whisper, your heart aching at the gesture.

“Gwen mentioned that it was that time of the month for you, so I brought you some things. I asked her for your favorite snacks and stuff.” He explains as his face burns with a rosy tint.

You’re not on your period, so you just assume that Gwen covered for you earlier today. She could’ve come up with literally anything else because her lie is kind of embarrassing, but you’re not complaining at the moment.

After you don’t saying anything in response, Peter starts to ramble nervously. “I’ve seen this movie once, it’s pretty good! I don’t know if it’s Star Wars level good, but I’d recommend it to someone. Now that I think about it, I don’t know why I brought you a copy. If it’s your favorite movie, you probably already have it so that’s kinda stupid of me I guess. Did you know that-“

You could listen to this boy talk for hours and hours, but for now, you interrupt him with a tight hug. It takes him a second to process, his mind and his heart going just as crazy as yours. He recoups soon, wrapping his arms tightly around your lower back.

“Thank you, Peter. You really didn’t have to do this.”

“I just wanted to make your rough day a little better.”

And that, he did. More than he even knows. The two of you hug for a little while longer before pulling apart, your faces only inches away from each other.

You gulp as you look into his brown eyes. You’ve never seen them this close before. Chills are sent down Peter’s spine, but for a different reason this time. A better reason.

His eyes begin to flutter shut as he leans in and you mirror his movements.

It’s finally happening, and so fast too! Peter Parker is now literally in the palm of your hands. You try your best to maintain your excitement. Another uncontrollable episode is not what you need right now.

You can basically feel his lips on yours already. Your first kiss with Peter...

“Y/n! The food is here!”

...was too good to be true. Of course.

The sound of Alice’s voice makes you and Peter jolt to opposite ends of the bed. You run your hands over your face and let out an exasperated sigh. “Yeah Alice, I’ll be right there!”

The air becomes still as you and Peter look at everything in the room except for each other. He’s the first to speak up, “Well uh, I should let you go eat.” He rubs his hands on his legs.

“Yeah I probably shouldn’t keep my aunt waiting. She’s scary when she’s hangry.” You joke to lighten the mood.

You both share a small laugh before you walk Peter over to the window he’d just entered through.

“Thank you again for everything. You’re a really good friend.”

He doesn’t show it, but that word just stabbed him in the heart. Friend.

“Anything for you, Y/n/n. You should go, I don’t want you to see me climbing these walls.” Peter says truthfully, but plays it off as a joke.

You laugh along with him, “Call me if you hurt yourself. I have ways to fix ya up.” You say truthfully as well.

Neither of you catch on to the other’s honesty.

You give each other an endearing smile before parting way.

Once your back is turned, you whisper to yourself, “Friend? Why did I say that?”

Here’s one more thing to beat yourself up about all night long.

“Y/n, The food!” Alice yells, the hunger taking over.

“I’m coming!” You should in an equally frustrated tone, but because of a different type of hunger.

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Winner, Winner

pairing: fred weasley x ravenclaw!reader

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-fred being a simp for his ravenclaw chaser girlfriend & giving her a surprise when she wins

word count: 3.7k

warnings: 18+ smut, light degradation, shower sex, oral (female receiving), fingering, penetration

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You take in a deep breath as you get ready for your match. You know you have the skill and that you’ve practiced as much as you could, but you still got nervous anytime a proper game came around. Playing for fun and playing to win were two completely different situations.

Winning this could help bring your house closer to the house cup, and all of you wanted to be able to go home over summer break and tell your families that you had won.

Today’s match wasn’t bad; you were playing hufflepuff, who usually weren’t all that difficult to defeat, but you still wanted to be at the top of your game.

“Psst....Y/n.”

You frown, eyebrows furrowing as you look around the tent. You’re sure you heard someone whisper for you but you don’t see anyone.

“Y/n!”

You frown, turning towards the back of the tent where the voice definitely sounded like it came from. You smile when you find your boyfriend waiting, watching you. You couldn’t help but giggle when he sent you a big smile, motioning you over to him.

“Freddie, love. What are you doing here?”

You take in his appearance as he sends you another smile. He had painted his face in your house colours for the day; two stripes of colour - blue on top and silver beneath - on each of his cheeks.

“Came to give you a pep talk, princess. I know how in your head you get before a match.”

You smile, pulling him in for a hug, standing up on your tiptoes given his height.

“Thank you, love.”

“Of course, princess. I love seeing my girl win. That’s why you’re going to give me a kiss, take one last deep breath, and then go out and play with a clear head. I know you’ve got this. You’re only the best chaser I’ve seen.”

You chuckle, pulling him into another hug. He smiles, wrapping his arms around your thighs and lifting you up off the ground a little, your legs wrapping around him to secure yourself in place.

Pulling back you smile as Fred brings his lips to yours, reminding you of how much he loves you and silently telling you that he’s rooting for you.

“If you happen to win, I might have a surprise for you later.” He whispers to you after you pull apart, winking and sending you a smirk.

“Yeah? What happens if we lose?”

“Do you really want to find out?” He retorts, both of you chuckling as you shake your head.

“No. I suppose I would much rather win and figure out my surprise from there.”

“That’s what I thought, princess. Now go out there and win this. I know you’ve got it.”

You take a deep breath and nod, kissing him once more as he sets you back down on your own two feet, patting your bum once you’re steady.

“I’ll find you after the game.” He promises, linking his pinky with yours, before heading off to get his seat.

~.~

“Y/l/n makes a goal, earning ravenclaw ten more points! And look there! Both seekers seem to have spotted the snitch as they’re racing towards the ground.”

You perk up as Lee’s words register in your head, but you quickly focus back on the task at hand. Even if the seekers spotted the snitch, that doesn’t mean either one has caught it. Until then you need to work on earning points yourself....and avoiding bludgers considering you nearly just got hit with one.

“Hufflepuff’s seeker seems to have lost sight of it as they slow down, but Chang is still racing forward. Whether she still has it in sight is unsure.”

You try to focus on Lee commentating to see how everything is going, but at the same time you’re trying to pay attention to your role. You guys are up 220 to 130 right now and if you lost you’d be just a little upset.

“Y/n!” You hear one of your teammates call. Looking over you find your team captain and fellow chaser, Roger Davies, ready to pass you the quaffle.

You nod, signaling him to pass it while one of hufflepuff’s chasers come flying towards the two of you.

“Looks like Davies is getting ready to pass the quaffle to y/l/n.....Aaaaand he’s passed it just in time for hufflepuff’s chaser to miss interception. Y/l/n passes it back to Davies landing another goal and earning 10 points to Ravenclaw!”

“That’s my girl!” You can hear Fred bellow in excitement as you fly by one of the stands. You can’t help but smile as you try to keep your focus. You love hearing him cheer for you.

~.~

It seems that you guys play for another hour before the snitch is finally caught, by Cho fortunately. Ahead by 200 points, your team wins and you can hear the rest of the house cheering from the stands.

“That was such a magnificent game! I can’t wait to see the next Ravenclaw match. Until then, the next match will be...”

Most of Lee’s ending commentary is drowned out by the cheers of your teammates as you all land and pile into a group hug, high-fiving and patting each other on the back for a good game.

Even though you’re beyond excited for winning and are looking forward to the party you know will be raging in the common room when you get back, you can’t help but admit to yourself just how exhausted you are after the game.

Not only is the adrenaline starting to wear off, but you’re already starting to feel the pain from the physical exertion. You may have also gotten hit a few times by a well-aimed bludger, which Fred was not happy about considering you could clearly hear him yelling out in your defense.

You figure that a nice shower and maybe a quick lie-down will help. You’d hate to miss out on the party thrown in celebration of the team’s win, and more so Fred's surprise, so even if you have to push through a little bit, you’ll do so.

“Let’s get cleaned up and changed, then we can all head back to the common room to celebrate, yeah? I think we all deserve it.” Davies announces as a few of your teammates cheer in agreement.

“You all did really great today. I’m proud of all of us.” He smiles before breaking up the huddle.

“Are you ready to party, y/n?” Cho asks as you both head off to the locker room so you can shower.

“Yeah. Just a bit tired, but nothing a nice shower won’t be able to solve. You?”

She starts to answer before you’re interrupted by another one of your friends calling out to you.

“uh, sorry, Cho. I’ll catch up with you, yeah?”

She nods, smiling, as she continues on to the locker room while you’re dragged over to one of your friends.

~.~

When you finally get into the shower you can’t help but let out a sigh of relief. Most everyone has already left the pitch and stands, all your teammates already gone to the party presumably as the locker room is empty.

You can’t find it in you to care, though. You in desperate need of a shower before going anywhere and the hot water against your skin feels heavenly. In all honesty, having the lockerroom empty means that you can take however long you want, and you were certainly not going to complain about that.

You let the water wet your hair and warm up your body, gently relieving the pain from your achy muscles. You try to rub at your shoulders as they seem to be in the most pain aside from your lower back, but it's not doing much good. Even if your shoulders feel better with you rubbing them, it only makes the rest of your arm muscles sore.

“Y/n? You in here, love?” You hear Fred call out gently. You can't help but smile as he's truly the only other thing that you could want right now.

“In the shower, Freddie. I’ll be out soon.”

You can hear some movement outside of your stall as Fred makes his way over, but you assume he’s just going to stay there and talk with you.

Therefore you’re a little surprised when you see him join you under the water, his hair becoming darker as the water wets it.

"Hello, princess." he smiles, pulling your lips into a gentle kiss.

“What are you doing?” You chuckle, watching him as he grabs your shampoo bottle, squeezing some out into his palm.

“I’d like to shower with my amazing girlfriend if that’s okay? I figured you might like some attention after playing so hard.”

You can't help but smile as he lathers up the shampoo in his hands before massaging it into your hair, focusing his attention on scrubbing your scalp. Not too rough, but not faintly either.

“Mmm, Freddie.”

“Feels nice, doesn’t it?” He chuckles, making sure to thoroughly cleanse your y/h/l strands of y/h/c hair.

He knows how much you love when he plays with your hair, given that you’ve fallen asleep a few times while he’s done so cuddling.

“Mhm. Feels amazing, Freddie.”

After throughly massaging your scalp, Fred motions for you to rinse the soap out before he grabs your conditioner to run through your hair.

He loved taking showers and baths with you, so he had learned your routine fairly quick. You always washed your face first, if you were going to in the shower that is - sometimes you decided against it, before going on to shampoo your hair and following it up with your conditioner which you applied to the ends of your hair. The only time you massaged some into your scalp was when it was a bit dry. After putting conditioner in your hair, you let it sit while you shaved and washed your body. After all that you finally rinsed out your conditioner while rinsing off your body.

He admired how strict your shower routine was, especially since you had so many more steps than he did. All he did was shampoo, rinse, wash his body, and then rinse again. To him, your added steps seemed like the greatest interest in the world. He knew you found the amount of steps you had to be tiring, though, and that’s why he loved to do them for you. He loved shampooing your hair and watching you relax into it. It made him feel good knowing he could make you feel good.

He especially loved washing your body, not only because he got to feel every inch of your skin, but because he liked to take his time and massage your back and shoulders and the content sighs you’d let out were his absolute favourite sound.

“You played a really great game today, princess.”

“Yeah? Thank you, love.” You hum, your eyes shut as he runs his hands through your hair, making sure that each strand has its share of conditioner.

You loved when he would play with your hair, whether it was in the shower or while you two were cuddling. It was just so relaxing and you feel like a little kid. He never failed to make you feel beyond safe in his arms as he ran his fingers through your tresses.

“You still looking forward to your surprise?”

“Always, Freddie.” You chuckle, a smile on your lips as you turn around in his arms so you were chest to chest.

You just wanted to be close to him right now. You were tired and so sore. All you needed was to be held.

“You’re perfect. You know that, angel?”

You hum, smiling into his chest as he holds you close, your breasts pushed right up against him but he didn’t seem to mind. At least if he did, he hid it well.

“You sore, baby?” He asks after a minute, noticing how you try to stretch out your muscles softly and groan whenever he rubs over your middle and lower back.

“Just a little.” You sigh, pulling away from him so you can grab your body wash and your loofa.

He watches you as you squeeze some body wash into the loofa, agitating it until you have a poof full of bubbles.

He smiles softly as you start washing your body, getting your arms and shoulders no problem but having trouble reaching your back.

“Give it here.” He chuckles, taking the loofa from you and pushing your mess of hair over your shoulder so your back is bare in front of him.

He gently starts running the loofa over your back, moving in careful, circular motions until your back is all clean. You can’t help but smile, loving that your boyfriend is so caring.

Before you realize it he’s slowly bent down to wash your legs for you, starting with the loofa at your ankles and working his way up.

“Freddie,” you sigh as he places some soft kisses to your inner thighs.

“Yes, angel?”

“Don’t you think this would be easier in bed?”

“I think I want to make to girlfriend feel amazing and that I don’t really care where that happens.” He responds, chuckling lightly before kissing at your thighs again.

You moan, relaxing into his touch as he trails his hands back up your sides, standing up. He finishes running the loofa over the rest of your body before rinsing and hanging it up on one of the hooks. He may be done washing you, but you know he’s nowhere near done with you. Not yet.

“You know how hot you are while playing, baby?”

You hum, his hands trailing all over your body, almost as if they can’t decide where exactly they want to rest. They’re up and down your sides, before running over your arms, and then cupping your breasts before they’ve travelled down over your stomach and down to your thighs, slowly prying them apart.

“I can imagine.” You chuckle, leaning your head back to provide him your neck to kiss.

“Do you know how hot you are when you play? Godric, Freddie.” You groan, remembering the way his muscles tense when he plays, especially when he swings at a bludger.

And then the way his face is set in pure concentration? You don’t think there’s anything more attractive than that, when his jaw is set tight and his brows are furrowed, his focus attached solely on the game.

He hums, chuckling a little as he kisses at your neck, his hands resting on your breast and stomach.

“If it’s alright with you, princess, I think I’d like to give you your surprise now.”

“I wouldn’t want anything else, Freddie.” You smile, moaning out as he pinches your nipples and sucks at your neck.

He moves around in front of you, placing a kiss to your lips as he’s now facing you, before he slowly walks you back to the wall. Once there, he gives you a sweet kiss on the lips before trailing his kisses down to your neck and then your chest, where he spends some time sucking at the flesh, paying special attention to your soft nipples.

“Freddie, my love. Godric that feels good.”

You can feel him smirk against your skin which only succeeds to drive you even crazier. This boy was going to be the death of you, you’re sure of it.

Slowly he trails his kisses all the way down to your stomach and eventually your thighs once again.

You can’t help but moan out as he kisses your inner thighs, so close to where you need him.

“I’ve been missing the taste of your pretty pussy, angel. Is it okay if I indulge myself a little?”

“Please, Freddie.” You whine, grabbing at his red locks.

He smirks, bringing his lips close to your folds, his tongue eagerly licking at you as soon as he’s close enough. It only takes him a few seconds before he’s got your clit in his mouth, sucking at it and making you whine for him.

“Freddie, love. Please. I want more.”

He chuckles as he pulls away, bringing his middle and pointer fingers up to your folds, coating them in your wetness before slowly sliding them into you.

“So needy, princess. What next? You want to cum on my fingers?” He teases, but you and him both know that’s exactly what you want.

“Such a filthy girl, aren’t you princess? You love making a mess for me, huh?”

You moan out, your legs twitching at the wave of pleasure that runs through you.

Fred smirks, loving your reactions to him. Normally he’d demand you to answer him, but today he’s just enjoying pleasing you. Besides, it is supposed to be all about you given that you played well and won.

He can’t help but smirk out at the groan you let out as he curls his fingers up into you. One of the beautiful perks of being your boyfriend is knowing your body inside and out. He’s more than proud that he can get you so close to release in no time.

“Fred,”

“What, angel? You gonna cum? You going to make a mess of my fingers?”

You whine, giving him all the answer he needs, as if the bucking of your hips and clenching of your walls isn’t enough.

“Well come on, princess. Show me how good I make you feel.” he chuckles, a proud smirk on his face as he continues pumping his fingers in and out of your wetness.

It only takes a few more pumps and one last curl of his fingers before your reaching your high and cumming all over his fingers.

“Freddie,” you gasp, your hands tugging at his dampened locks a bit harshly.

“Feel good, angel? You think you could cum again on my cock?”

You groan as you watch him pull his fingers from you and suck on them, tasting your sweetness. You try to hold back a moan as a groan rumbles from his throat at you taste, but you fail quite miserably.

“So delicious, angel. Like a snack sent straight from heaven.”

You can hear him chuckle as you squirm around in need. You want more. You need more. You need so much more of him including his cock in you and his lips on yours, his fingers running through your hair before grabbing the back of your neck and holding you against him. You need him so much and you know he knows that.

“Freddie”

You can’t help but whine at this point. Even when he’s supposed to be pleasing you he ends up teasing you more than anything. You swear it's just his nature. He's just a fucking tease no matter what he's doing - sexually related or not.

“You want my cock, princess?”

He smiles as you nod at him, grabbing for him as he stands up, pulling your hips to his.

“Can you beg for it, angel? I know this is your surprise, but I just love hearing you beg for me.”

“Please Freddie. Please give me your cock. Please make me cum again all over your pretty pretty cock. I need it. Please.”

Without so much as a warning he’s pushing himself inside of you, your walls clenching around him as your eyes shut tight.

You whine at his slow pace, wanting you to be able to adjust to him. He wants to make you feel good, not give you any sort of pain.

“I love you, princess. I’m so proud of you for winning today. I knew you could do it.”

“I love you too, Freddie. C-can you please move? Please.”

“Anything for you, love.” He smiles, catching your lips with his as he starts thrusting faster and harder into you, your moans spilling over into the kiss.

Fred slowly trails his one hand from you waist down to your thigh where he pulls it up onto his hip, creating a different angle that felt just like heaven.

“Ohh-ohhhh”

“That feel good, princess? Are you going to come?”

You nod, not able to form words as your head is lolled back against the shower wall.

You can feel yourself clench around him wildly, knowing that you’re close. You just need that extra push to be sent over the edge.

“Freddie!” You gasp as his fingers roughly - and unexpectedly - rub against your clit, successfully sending you over the edge, your orgasm crashing over you.

“So good, princess. Did so well. Fuck, I’m gonna-fuck”

Before you can even realize it, he’s pulled himself from you, painting your stomach with his hot cum as you feel your orgasm drip down your inner thighs, warmer than your already warm skin.

For a few moments all either of you can do is try to catch your breath as the showerhead still soaks both of you, slowly washing his cum from your body whenever the water trickles over your body just right.

You can’t help but chuckle as soon as you come back to your senses. If you were tired before, you're beyond exhausted now. And yet your stomach is already filling with butterflies at the thought of round two in your dorm room.

“I think that was the best surprise I’ve ever gotten, Freddie. Thank you, my love.”

He smiles, as he pushes some hair out of your face, staring into your eyes for a second as he tries to read your expression. His stomach fills with warmth when all he can find is pure love, adoration, and happiness in your features.

“Of course, princess. I’m really happy, and proud, that you won. Not what do you say we get going to the party? I’m sure everyone is missing you.”

You chuckle, nodding as you pull him into a kiss. You know that neither of you will be spending much time at the party, and you're sure he knows that as well given the way he's biting at your lip already.

You're positive that the first chance either of you get, you’ll be dragged up to your room and fucked over and over until the both of you pass out. That's one of the many joys of dating Fred Weasley - not only does he constantly express his love for you verbally, but he's always ready to show you just how much he adores you as well. All you have to say is that you must be one of the luckiest people ever in order to have Fred as your boyfriend.

#harry potter #harry potter imagine #harry potter smut #hp imagine #hp smut #fred weasley #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley smut #requested

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Oh Jerry is the man. I think you mentioned him not being a character who has had a ton of development, and right still that he definitely doesn't need it for us to love him like we do. I will gush if I see Jerry and Ezekiel reunite on happy terms. And Carol standing off closeby, arms folded proudly and smiling, happy for them, but also hoping for something similar with Daryl. I think the showrunner showed that Jerry misses Ezekiel for a reason in Diverged whereas Carol misses Daryl. It is that subtle nod where AK is saying "Psst. Look, Carol is missing Daryl, not Ezekiel. That means something so pay attention." And I agree with you so damn much about Jerry being the one for Ezekiel's emotional psyche always. Jerry really does see the "real" him, just as Daryl sees the real Carol. I want him to bear hug Ezekiel and beam at him with that sweet face of his and just go "My DUDE! My...king." and Ezekiel in his now iconic "Jerry." Then goes, "My steward....my friend." I will be in tears. I am a sucker for strong male relationships and brotherly bonds. Ezekiel and Jerry are my favorite of that pairing category on this show for sure, no questions about it. I just don't speak about them that much because I am a self-proclaimed Caryl blogger (they are the best in the world) and unfortunately I understand some Caryl supporters don't like my Zekey. Sad face. :( So I try to be inclusive but I jump at the opportunity to talk about him epescially and with Jerry. Such a well-designed pair, where one is more dominant character wise (Ezekiel) but there is an equally, a deep respect and appreciation between the two men where Jerry can just be himself and not be diminished even as the right-hand man. And Ezekiel, like a true king does, values Jerry and sees him as his friend and brother. I need that in my life. Not the toxic hellhole that happened between Rick/Shane/Lori.

Speaking of which, tangent please? I notice the dilemma similarity between Rick/Shane and Daryl/Ezekiel but I love the subversion of events. Two law-abiding authority figures couldn't be civilized and settle their differences using principle and reason without it ruining their earthly relationship, whereas the other two men are also similar to each other in that they weren't authority figures, have fears, both play pretend (Daryl pretending he doesn't care whenever he feels guilt/shame), and having rivaling affections for he same woman and yet these two men are able to respect each other, support each other on the battlefield and come together for a common cause (protecting the communities). Daryl even stayed away the majority of the time Carol was with Ezekiel, whereas Shane couldn't stay away from Lori. That is damn amazing writing and it shows you don't have to be a season 1 Rick or a deputy like Shane to be honorable. You can be in a marginalized group like Daryl and Ezekiel would be and still be standing at the end of it all. As long as you stay yourself and you've got those people who will never leave you (For Ezekiel, that's Jerry and for Daryl, that is Carol).

Gosh the moments I realize how much I love this show when I stop ranting about how much I don't like it so much. :P

Yeah, Jerry and Zeke are probably my favorite non romantic pairing on the show. Love them and always happy to talk about them.

Amazing observations about the two triangles. Correct me if I'm wrong, but I feel like Rick never really felt any jealousy toward Shane. He was pretty self-assured, right? But with Daryl and Ezekiel, the jealousy goes both ways. They see qualities in each other that they think Carol wants/deserves, but are unattainable to them. For Daryl, it's the nobility status, the eloquent speeches, and the confident leadership. For Ezekiel, its the deep-seated history, trust, and bondage. My point? I just think they make stronger foils lol

#caryl #caryl positivity #twd

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Do I owe her the truth?

Summary: (Hermione x Gender Neutral Reader) Should Y/n tell the truth to Hermione no matter the consequences?

Words: 5223

A/N: Let me know what y’all think. I’m sorry I having been writing a lot but I figured you deserve something for waiting for so long. Thank you for being patient. You all are the best!!

According to the great philosopher Kant, one must always do the nature of the good principle regardless of the outcome. Simply put, even if a killer was knocking on the door and asking for your friend, you must answer with the truth of their location. Although a lot argue over philosophies, Y/n simply minded their business. They figured that they have their whole life to sort out what good things they must do and bad things they must keep away. However, a bright witch among their age, made them question every single good and bad thing they had sorted out in life. Because on the very most important day of Hermione’s life, Y/n pondered the question, “Do I owe her the truth?”

The story starts out small like any simple home. You must start with a bit of foundation and the right material for it to be built. So, when Y/n transferred from Ilvermorny to Hogwarts, the very first student they were introduced to was Hermione Granger.

Walking around the halls, Y/n found themselves slightly amazed at the walls of the castle. From the decorations, to the hallways, its scenery, and even its people were more amazing than of Ilvermorny. “Right this way.” Professor McGonagall led the young sorcerer to the very Great Albus Dumbledore. Y/n had only read of the magnificent things Professor Dumbledore has done for the wizarding world and was only slightly scared to meet her current headmaster. While opening the vastly large door, Y/n slowly followed Professor McGonagall in. At the sound of the doors opening, a booming but soft voice uttered, “Ah there you are! Do come sit.” Walking up the stairs, Y/n sat at the seat in front of his desk. Sweaty palms and nervous thoughts clouded their mind. “It is a great pleasure to welcome you to Hogwarts. I know you must be eager to survey the school so I will make this brief.” With a slight pause, Dumbledore had signaled for McGonagall to leave. “As a long-standing tradition of Hogwarts, let me first assign you your house.” Quickly, a hat that looked as if it lived through many ages, was placed on Y/n’s head. “Fierce loyalty like no other to those she cares about why you must be HUFFLEPUFF!”

The hat was taken off as quickly as it was placed. Soon, a new attire was placed on her lap. “Here is your new schedule that corresponds with what you should be learning now. I took great liberty to consult with your headmaster about your curriculum. They talk highly about you in regards to your academics and wizarding abilities.” Y/n blushed at the sound of the compliment. They weren’t used to the praise given to them. “To make sure you are consistently tested, I made sure to put you in classes with one of the brightest witches of your age – ah and here she is.” Y/n turned around and suddenly timed slowed down. A girl with red and black robes entered the room as if she already owned it. It was the confidence that surrounded her aura the most, but Y/n had noticed more of the beauty that she shows.

“This young witch is Hermione Granger.” Leaping to their feet, Y/n stood up to shake Hermione’s hand. “Y/n Y/l/n.” Hermione gave a small smile and sat next to Y/n as Dumbledore had briefly explained the rules of the school. “Ah – I believe that takes care of everything. Ms. Granger please give our newest student a welcoming tour around the school. I have already informed your teachers of your absence. If you have any questions, please feel free to ask. Other than that, welcome to Hogwarts.”

The two young students left the office and went to the nearest bathroom. While Y/n changed to their new robes, Hermione had fiddled with her hands. “Not to intrude, but you must be extremely smart.” Y/n was buttoning their shirt when Hermione had answered the question. Good thing she couldn’t see them otherwise Hermione would have seen how red Y/n turned. Scratching their neck, Y/n replied, “I guess you could say that.”

“Oh, it’s not a guess rather a fact. You happen to have been put with some of the most difficult classes Hogwarts can currently offer for our year. That’s not something every new student experiences.” It was the way Hermione had said it as a matter of fact that made Y/n blush more. Exiting the stall, Hermione turned around and saw that they had their tie around their neck. “Need help?” Hermione said while pointing at their tie.

Once again Y/n blushed and nodded. Hermione was quick to get close to Y/n and started to tie their tie. “I do have to warn you though. There’s not a lot of competition when it comes to academics in Hogwarts. Don’t get me wrong, there is certain bright students, but none seem to come close.” Tightening the tie, Hermione looked into Y/n eyes. It was the first time she noticed how deep they looked. Regardless of their color, they were enchanting as well. “However, you seem to be my closest competition. So, I will have to take every chance I can get to beat you.” Y/n chuckled at the bright young witch in front of them. Hermione backed away after realized how close they were and cleared her throat. “Don’t take it as a laughing matter. Academics are truly important to me.”

Y/n had put their hands up in defense. “Don’t worry…I just find it funny that you think it’s going to be easy to compete with me.” Y/n smirked at their come back. If you were to ask where the hell that confidence came from, don’t bother. Y/n doesn’t know the answer either. With a similar smirk, Hermione said, “You and I are going to be great together.”

The story continues as the home is built. The next few things needed are the walls and roof.

It was the summer after their third year when Hermione, Harry, and Y/n had spent the summer at the Burrow. Ron had almost forgotten to invite Y/n when Ginny saved the day. The three of showed up at the house all dropping in one by one. Y/n was the last one to drop in, showing up during dinner time. Slowly walking in with trunk in hand, Y/n was met with the sound of their name echoing through the house. Ginny was the first to notice Y/n’s presence and loudly yelled, “Y/n!” Ginny quickly gave Y/n a hug when the echoes came from up the stairs.

“Did someone say Y/n?” George asked.

“Y/n?”

“Are they here?”

“Y/n’s here?!”

Hermione was the last one to ask when a stampede of people came running down the stairs. “Y/n!” One by one, they all started a group hug with Y/n in the middle. “Guys, I can’t breathe.” They all broke apart allowing Y/n to regain air, but was cut off when Molly came swooping in. “Oh, hello dear. I was beginning to worry that you couldn’t make it – are you hungry? You must be starving. I cooked your favorite.” Molly was quick to ramble on and on when Fred had pried the two apart. “Mum, I think Y/n needs oxygen. We’ll go ahead and start setting up the table.”

Molly slightly blushed and smiled at Y/n. “I’m glad that you’re here Y/n. Now come on people, dinner won’t serve itself.” The group was quick to help around the house, working like a well-oiled machine. Soon, everyone was sitting down at the table enjoying their home cooked meal. Y/n was sitting smack dab in the middle between Ginny and Hermione. Across from them were the boys.

Over the course of dinner, plenty of topics arose such as school, quidditch, muggles (only because Arthur can’t get enough), and more. The boys plus Ginny and Y/n couldn’t stop talking about the upcoming Quidditch World Cup. Hermione butted in about how glad she was that summer finally came. It was especially hard on the girl considering her tight schedule.

After dinner came the night. The house was quiet as the guests separated to their assigned rooms. It just so happens that Hermione and Y/n were assigned Charlie’s old room. If it weren’t for the dragon paraphernalia, Charlie’s room was actually quite neat and well organized. “Going to take a gander but I think Charlie really likes dragons.” Hermione snorted at Y/n’s obviously sarcastic comment. “Oh really? Could’ve mistaken me, I thought he was a quidditch fan.” Jokes aside, the two changed into their sleeping garments and went to bed.

Well Hermione went to bed while Y/n stared at the ceiling deep in thought. It was not until the moon was shining brightly through the window that Y/n realized how late it was. Considering the time, they tried to sleep but failed miserably. After giving up, Y/n laid on their side and faced towards Hermione. Seeing as the young wizard had already spent too much time alone with their thoughts, Y/n poked Hermione’s face until she was awake.

“Hermione. Psssst. Hermione” Y/n whispered as they poked her. “Hermione. Psst.” At the feeling of someone poking her, Hermione swatted their hand away. Seeing Hermione with an annoyed sleeping face was funny to Y/n but being alone sucked more. “Hermione, are you awake?” Suddenly, Hermione’s eyes opened; it was like a fierce dragon was staring into your soul. She looked mad at the fact someone woke her up from her slumber. “What Y/n?”

With an innocent smile, Y/n looked at Hermione and said, “Wanna tell secrets?” Hermione rolled her eyes and faced the opposite way of Y/n. “Go to sleep Y/n. We have to wake up early soon.” Y/n groaned at Hermione’s words. She was right, of course, but Y/n couldn’t go to sleep. Night was always the hardest.

“Come on Hermione.” Y/n received no response from the girl. Only a silent shoulder. Laying on her back and hands behind their head, Y/n looked at the ceiling. “Ya know, I know your secret…at least one of them.” Y/n glanced at Hermione and she still was facing away. “Or maybe two of them. Well, it’s the same secret, it just so happens that two Hermiones happen to share them.” Hermione quickly shot up and faced towards Y/n to see them smirking. “It’s not that hard to tell that a bright witch like you can’t be in two classes at once, but somehow you were.” Hermione grabbed her pillow and proceeded to hit Y/n with it. “Don’t you dare tell a soul Y/n Y/l/n. I won’t be afraid to hex you.”

Y/n grabbed the pillow and threw it back at the witch, making sure to aim at her face. “Well maybe next time, try not to be in two places at once. It sure threw me off when I had to drop off a note for the Professor only to have found you in a different class. And after I returned, you were still at the same spot I left you.”

“Unbelievable. I knew I should have volunteered to do that, but you just had to be faster than me.” Hermione rolled her eyes and sat up against the bed frame. Y/n followed suit and did the same thing. There was still an obvious smirk on their face. After a couple minutes, the silence broke. “Well, are you going to tell me your secret since you exposed mine?”

“Well Ms. Grainger lets see what secret you get to hear today.” Pondering for a moment, Y/n tried to think of information that no one knew, something of equivalently as important such as time traveling. “I got it! However, you have to promise me that you won’t tell a soul not even Crookshanks.” Y/n held out their hand with only their pinky in the air. Hermione looked them in the eye as she said, “I promise.” They locked pinkies as Y/n said, “I think I like girls.”

Hermione blinked for a couple seconds which only led devasting thoughts in Y/n’s mind. It didn’t take long, but she responded with, “Oh for Merlin’s sake. If you’re going to tell me a secret Y/n, at least make it to something that isn’t so painfully obvious.”

Hermione broke the gaze as Y/n stared in disbelief. “Don’t look so surprised. Just as you said, maybe next time try not to be caught staring at every single girl in Hogwarts.”

Gulping down their fear, Y/n said, “You don’t mind?” Hermione shook her head. “Nope. Not one single bit. You’re still the same, just love who you love except for racists and he who shall not be named. Well there’s a list. As long as they’re not genuinely bad people and you can see them joining SPEW, then I approve.”

Y/n looked at the girl beside her in amazement and wonder. They continued the conversation as the night grew, telling even more daring secrets as the previous. But one secret did remain with Y/n that night, it was their everlasting crush on Hermione Jean Granger.

The second to last thing a home needs is the spark to light the fireplace as well as the furniture. That way the home can feel as warm and as safe to those that harbor in it.

It was a winter wonderland at Hogwarts. Students were preparing to travel back home to their respective families. However, a group of students decided to spend the last weekend at Hogsmeade before leaving the next day. Right now, they had crowed the room at The Three Broomsticks with laughter, joy, and happy memories. The air was filled with a different type of warmth, one that felt safe and even like a second home. Everyone was talking so loudly within small groups, it was hard to even feel alone. Ginny and Y/n were standing near the fire talking when Fred had grabbed the attention of the room. “Everyone. Everyone. I propose a game. Let’s do a simple muggle game called truth or dare.” Everyone in the group oood as they knew where this was going to lead. They would start with a couple truths before someone breaks the ice with a good dare. Typically, the twins were the ones to propose the dare, but not a lot could compete. “Whoever cannot complete the truth or dare shall lose. Completion allows you to stay,” George had added.

The group sat in a tight makeshift circle that almost took up all the chairs and tables provided. “I’ll start. Harry, who was the last person you snogged?” All eyes were now on the chosen one. Everyone could see his nervousness, but everyone knew he would never want to be the first one out. “Draco.” Certain eyes went wide, but Y/n simply went unphased since she somewhat caught the two making out in between classes. “No questions. Neville, is your crush in this room?” Neville immediately turned red at the question and was the first one to back out. There were small boos mainly coming from the twins. “Since Neville backed out, lets go with the person to his right, Ron. Is your crush in this room?” Ron had the same reaction as Neville but had looked at the ceiling to refrain from giving away his crush. “Yes.” Everyone looked among each other trying to figure out who it could possibly be. “Don’t even try asking who it is. Ginny since you’re bloody enjoying this, did you and Y/n ever snog?” Y/n and Ginny both went wide eyed causing the group to lean a little bit closer to the two. What added more was at how everyone knew how close the two were. Not wanting to entirely answer the question, Ginny backed out the circle causing more booing from the crowd. “What a buzzkill. However, lets just ask the second-best person. Well Y/n, have you snogged my sister?”

Y/n looked at the crowded but had kept glancing towards Hermione. Although it was a simple question, Y/n hadn’t wanted to entirely answer it. You see, Ginny and Y/n did kiss before, but it was an accident. There was a bump, a stumble, then a fall, and then an accident kiss. It didn’t mean anything to the two of them, plus Y/n felt like her heart might’ve been for somewhere. So, Y/n had followed Ginny in the same manner and backed out the circle. “Oh bloody hell! You two have a knack to keep this stupid mystery alive.” They both rolled their eyes at Ron and watched the game continue. What Y/n failed to realize was how affected a certain witch was at their answer.

The game dwindled down until there was three left and unironically it was the golden trio that had made it this far. It was a little surprising for Y/n that Hermione had made it this far. Majority of the time, Hermione would be among the first to decline doing a truth or dare. “I’m sorry Hermione, but I must win. So, I dare you to kiss Ron.” It was something about the dare that made Y/n’s stomach turn. Their mood soured so quickly that they almost felt sick. Slightly tapping Ginny’s back, Y/n whispered in her ear, “Hey, I’m gonna head outside real quick. I don’t feel so good.” Ginny gave a concerned look. She was going to say something back, but Y/n was already out the door with their hand clutching their stomach.

Besides Ginny, Hermione was the only other person that noticed Y/n had left. In her line of sight, she saw past Ron and briefly seen them leave in distress. The deafening chants of “Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” didn’t register with her. The only thing running through Hermione’s mind was Y/n. “I’m sorry, I can’t do this dare guys.” Quickly getting out the circle, the chants stopped, and the game continued to declare the winner. Hermione excused herself and made her way outside. She made sure to grab hers and Y/n’s coat. “What an idiot. It’s freezing cold out there.”

Stepping out the tavern, Hermione saw various witches and wizards pass by. Some she knew and some she didn’t. Walking further out, Hermione grew frustrated after not quickly finding her friend. “Where the hell are you?” Walking around further, she saw an outline of a person. Clearly, they had no coat on with how much they were shivering. Hermione walked closer to the figure and realized it was Y/n. “For someone so bloody smart, you are such an idiot.” Hermione accidentally wrapped her own coat around Y/n. She didn’t realize she had instinctively put on her best friend’s coat. Y/n chuckled, but it was cut short due to the freezing weather. Hermione sat down beside them and focused on the view in front of them. There was a small silence between the two as they had people watched. Hermione almost forgot why she even went outside in the first place. She shook her head remembering her thought, “Are you okay? I saw you leave in a hurry.”

Y/n glanced at Hermione, giving her a sheepish smile. “Yeah, I think my stomach was just feeling off. I went outside to get better air.” Hermione looked in their eyes and was quick to call bullshit. “Better air? It’s absolutely freezing out here. Even Merlin themselves wouldn’t want to be outside this weather. So why don’t you tell me the real truth? And if you lie Y/n, I will not hesitate to read your mind.” Y/n gulped at the sound of her threat. They glanced back out into the view in front of them. Taking a deep breath, Y/n nervously replied with, “During your dare, I suddenly felt…sick…I don’t know why but my stomach felt so knotty and I felt like I couldn’t breathe. So, I left.” Y/n glanced back at Hermione and immediately noticed the look on her face. It was intense and serious. Suddenly, something in the air felt different. It was getting hotter and hotter regardless of the snow falling around them.

“Can I kiss you?” Hermione asked in such a small whisper. A lump appeared in Y/n’s throat. They didn’t know what to quite say. They never really thought about what their feelings meant towards Hermione, but then again, everyone practically knew that Y/n and Hermione were in love with each other. Y/n just happened to be the biggest dumbass when it comes to realizing their feelings for others. But here Y/n was. They weren’t answering the question, but felt themselves leaning in. The two closed their eyes and was slowly leaning in. Hermione felt her heart beating so fast that she was certain it would explode, but she didn’t care. She knew that for so long, she wanted this.

However…the moment never arrived. It was cut off from a distant yell, “Y/n!” The two quickly separated and looked at different directions. Suddenly Hermione took it a step further and slightly moved away from Y/n. “There you are – I’ve been looking every where for you!” Ginny jogged up to the duo, noting the awkward tension that emerged. “We have to go back to the castle, I’ll explain on the way.” The red head dragged away her best friend while giving a small nod towards Hermione.

When they were far enough and half way towards the castle, Ginny explained the dire situation. “It’s your parents Y/n, you have to go home. An owl was sent towards the tavern. Here, you’re going to want to read this.” Ginny handed Y/n the letter. After reading it, Y/n’s stomach dropped. “I have to get home.” Ginny sent them a look. “Clearly dumbass. Come on, let’s get your stuff.” It was eerie quiet between the two since the situation had escalated. Y/n’s parents were in trouble and needed Y/n’s help.

Back at Hogsmeade, Hermione didn’t quite know what to feel. She was so close to kissing her crush, but Ginny just had to ruin the moment. The same person she was somewhat certain had Y/n’s heart. Asking the younger lad to kiss her took all the courage Hermione had, and here she was slightly heartbroken that she was gone. So deep in thought, Hermione didn’t notice Ron sit next to her until he said something. “Hey.”

“I need you to explain to Hermione that I’m sorry.” Ginny sighed. She slightly felt guilty for ruining the moment, but time was precious and something Y/n very much needed now. “I know you saw what was going to happen, but I don’t even know what I was doing.” Closing their trunk, Y/n stood up and looked at Ginny. “I do know that I also need to realize what I feel for Hermione. For a lot of my life, I thought I just had a deep love for her. I guess now it might be even deeper.” Ginny walked up and gave Y/n a bone chilling hug.

“I’ll try my best, but she’s definitely going to want to hear it from you.” They separated. Y/n saw the tears forming in Ginny’s eyes. “I’m going to bloody miss you. Please be safe in America and you better send me an owl at least once every two weeks.” Y/n gave Ginny and small salute and crossed their heart.

“I will Ginny. Besides, I need you to deliver all the letters I write for Hermione. I really gotta figure this out.” With one last hug and a small punch to Y/n’s shoulder, the young student left Hogwarts on to the next ride to America. The letter was still clutched in her hand and in it was detailed the long passage of how to save Y/n’s parents from the very people chasing after them. Y/n didn’t quite know how long it was going to take to save their parents, but they could only hope Hermione could understand. “Please wait for me.” Y/n whispered to Hermione in particular, but the younger witch didn’t hear those words. Instead, Hermione heard comforting words from a different red head.

The last thing a home needs is the very people that should live in it. It needs family, friends, and most certainly you and me.

Y/n stood, pacing around the bathroom. They knew time was running out, it was now or never. “Why? Why? Why? Why?” Y/n stood still and pinched the bridge of their nose. Eyes closed, Y/n pondered more and more about all of the things they didn’t do. How could they have let this go on for this long? Why did they let it go on for this long? Deep in thought, Y/n didn’t notice a certain ginger walk into the bathroom. “Y/n, what in the bloody hell are you doing there? Hermione has been calling you and quite worried sick. If it wasn’t her big day, I would have already knocked you out you big prat.”

Y/n glanced at the second most important person of her life. With a heavy sigh, Y/n slid down the wall. Their knees were propped, hands in their face, and heart in their throat. “I don’t know what to do anymore Ginny.” Ginny pursed her lips and looked back out the door, making sure the coast was clear, before locking the door. She laid her small bouquet of flowers on the sink and sat down near Y/n while trying not to mess up her dress.

“Although I love my idiot brother with all my heart…I somehow love you more.” They sat there together knowing where this was going. “I can’t do it Ginny. I really can’t sit there without feeling like my world is crashing apart right in front of my eyes…The worst thing about it is, I can only blame myself for letting it go this long.”

Ginny rested her head on her best friend’s shoulder. She didn’t quite know what to say anymore. Offering her presence and her ear was the only thing left. “I-I-I spent so long in other countries to try and find my parents while trying to find myself. To try and figure out what I feel for her and by the time I have, she’s already engaged to another…And it’s my stupid fucking fault for ever thinking Hermione would wait. I mean why would she? If some other bloke can already provide her happiness, why should she wait for me? For…us?” Y/n hadn’t realized they were crying until their hands suddenly felt wet. “It’s sad, isn’t it?” Y/n said as they wiped their tears. “What is?”

“Knowing I am my own cause for my sadness. I mean who I am to blame Hermione. The girl was only doing what Aristotle says. Because as he said, we all want to be selfishly happy.” Sighing in defeat, Y/n got up and dusted off their attire. Lending their hand out, Ginny got up and did the same manner. “How much time do I got?”

Ginny looked at the clock in the bathroom. “You have five minutes before she needs to be walking down the isle.” With a small smile, Y/n kissed Ginny forehead and said a small goodbye. The two were only going to part ways for merely a bit. After all, Ginny is Y/n’s second-best friend. But here was Y/n, jogging to the very person that was going to forever have their heart.

Standing outside the bride’s room, Y/n silently prayed and opened the door. There she was in all her glory, the bride to be, the love of her life, the Hermione Granger. However, the brunette herself wasn’t feeling so great. With all the stress of wanting the wedding to be perfect, it wasn’t helping that her very best friend was mysteriously disappearing all the time without a single word. She looked up and sighed once she saw who it was. Picking up her dress, Hermione strutted to Y/n as they closed the door behind them. “Do you have any clue how worried sick I have been?”

“I-” With a single motion of Hermione’s hand, Y/n remained silent. “And anytime I happen to need my best friend to calm me down, they’re nowhere in sight. What is wrong with you? This is my special day Y/n and you haven’t been as great of a friend as you should be. So please, enlighten me where have you been running off to that’s sooo important that you need to leave me?” It was those piercing eyes that made Y/n’s heart melt over and over again. It’s those very same eyes that could practically melt the iceberg that hit the titanic. And it’s those eyes that makes Y/n’s world spin again.

“I…I can’t be your friend Hermione.” Y/n’s voice was so soft and so delicate, Hermione almost questioned if her ears were playing tricks. “What are you bloody saying? You’re not making any sense.” And all the remaining courage Y/n could muster up, they held her hands, looked her in the eyes and said, “When I was gone, I learned of this great philosopher named Kant-” “What does this have to-” Hermione saw the silently begging eyes in front of her and shut her mouth. This was serious and she wasn’t quite sure if she was ready for it.

“He always focused on good principles and always asked about the before of the action. Generally, he believed others should necessarily treat people how they want to be treated. So, a short example is that one should never lie under any circumstances. It does not matter the outcome, but it is simply something you must do. And although I’ve never really believed in absolute, I’ve been asking myself if I should tell the truth. And if people actually deserve to know the truth. So while I thought about it and asked, well what if they deserve the truth, should I still tell them regardless of the outcome? Although I thought I knew a lot of the world, it turns out I only know two things. One is that you deserve to know the absolute truth Hermione and the second is…you are the lie I repeat at night. Because every night I tell I love you, the truth is…I am so in love with you Hermione.”

The world went silent for Hermione. Not even a single pin drop could break the silence for her. Here she was still holding her best friend’s hands as they had just admitted that they were in love with her. “And I’m so sorry Hermione that today of all days was when I told you. I know I had my chances in the letters I sent but I must be honest now because you still deserve the absolute truth. And I’m running out of words to say, because it would be too selfish of me to convince you to run away. So I offer my congratulations Hermione, but I must still run. For then maybe in the blur of life, I can see a small fragment where there could have been you and I.” Y/n kissed Hermione’s forehead as tears may their way down. Letting go of Hermione, Y/n silently walked out the room without turning back because if they had, they would have broken down.

So, while Y/n told Hermione the truth directly. Hermione stood still at the alter with someone who she is most positively certain she loves pondering the very question, “Do I run after the truth?”

#hermione x reader #hermione granger x reader #Hermione Granger Imagines #hermione granger imagine #Hermione Granger

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sticking it - j. farabee

chapter 8

a/n: idk why this chapter took so long, but here it is. it’s very domestic and wholesome, so enjoy it. honestly i’m sad we’re so close to the series ending, but there will be more y/n and joel from the sticking it au i promise. and as always, lmk what you all think

taglist: @butgilinsky @barbienoturbby @sunsetholland @lovenhlboys @sortagaysortahigh @hockey-racing-fubol @oopsiedoopsie23 @iwantahockeyhimbo @dreamsndior @itsurgirlgracie @heartshapedkissxs @lwstuff

warnings: more high school musical references, a sprinkle of angst, friends fighting, idk if it counts as an innuendo or suggestive content, but some of that (not a warning, but Adrian content and ‘no thoughts, head empty’ Joel)

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wc: 6.1k

“All I’m saying is that it doesn’t make sense that she’s the only one standing, singing to Troy about scoring a basket. Like what if someone showed up to the game late and didn’t get the memo to twist the signs around and stay seated, you know? And it’s not just Gabriella standing up,” you said, grabbing multiple outfits to choose from for the movie night that you had been invited to.

“Well, I don’t think that it was really an ‘ok, everybody. One person is going to be staying up, but everybody else stay seated and lift your sign’ sorta thing. I feel like it was just a heat of the moment thing,” Joel replied as he walked out of the bathroom.

“Yeah, but it still doesn’t make sense. And I’m curious to know if that mid-game duet actually motivated Troy or if he was just annoyed or something.”

“If you sang to me mid-game, I would honestly probably throw a stick at you. Out of love, obviously.”

“That’s sweet of you, not really, but I’ll take it,” you said, turning towards Joel, “I don’t know what to wear to movie night.”

“It’s not really like you have to try to impress anyone, it’s just movie night,” Joel said, as he scrolled on his phone, “but you look hot in anything, so I’m chilling.”

“You’re definitely just saying that,” you said, rolling your eyes.

“Yeah, you’re right. You in the mornings is kinda concerning, not your best look,” he said, pointedly.

“That was not an opportunity for you to say something like that, I will throw a chair at you.”

“That’s concerning, but well deserved. I’m sure it would be out of the kindness of your heart, so I respect it.”

“You better respect it, Farabee.”

“Oooh, the last name. I’m shaking in my boots,” he said to which you immediately shot a glare his way, “actually, you’re very hot when you’re mad, not gonna lie.”

“Better watch yourself, Beezer, you’re on thin ice,” you said, jokingly.

“Good thing I know how to skate, babe,” he retorted, making his way towards you.

“You’re annoying,” you huffed as Joel wrapped his arms around you in a bear hug, “Bee, you better stop.” He lightly pecked the top of your head before stepping back, “wait, what was that?”

“What? The hug or me kissing the top of your head?”

“Both?”

“It’s called a display of affection. I know you aren’t familiar since you show your love by threatening to throw chairs at the people you care about, but that’s what that was.”

“Oh, it was nice,” you said, which caused Joel to chuckle.

“God, I love you,” he paused for a moment, clearly contemplating something, “this is kinda random, but have you ever thought about posting about our relationship? Or is that a no in the gymnastics world?”

“I mean, yeah, I have thought about it. I just haven’t because I didn’t know how you felt, but if you want to post it you can.”

“Why don’t you post it first?”

“Why don’t you? You brought it up?” you questioned.

“You confuse me so much sometimes and I’m usually confused, so it makes it kinda worse,” he said honestly.

“How about whenever we get back here tonight, we post at the same time?” you offered.

“Sounds okay with me. Come on, we have to go if we want to make it on time,” he said, softly.

…..

“Hey, it’s Short Stack and Beezer,” Travis said, as he opened his front door.

“I still don’t know why you of all people call me Short Stack, Tiki Bar,” you said to which he simply shrugged before opening the door more to let the two of you in.

“Ooh, Short Stack, Karly has something for you. I think she went upstairs,” you sent a confused look to Travis, “it’s nothing bad, just go.” You rolled your eyes as you made your way up the steps.

“Karly?” you called as you walked closer to her and Travis’ room.

“I’m in here,” she called. As you walked into her room, you quickly noticed her shuffling through the things in her closet, pulling out a box that had clearly been wrapped in a hurry.

“What’s that?”

“Just open it, I hope you like it,” she rushed.

“Um, alright,” you tore off the wrapping paper and opened the box to reveal what looked like a regular denim jacket, “a denim jacket?” you said, earning an eye roll from her.

“Take it out of the box, Sunshine.” You picked up the corners of the jacket to see that there were multiple patches with the flyers logo and bees on the sleeves, turning it around to see a number 86 and Farabee on the back.

“Karly, wha-”

“Look, I know you and him haven’t announced it officially yet or anything like that, but I figured that you would like it. I even got the bees on there for obvious reasons. I wouldn’t be upset if you didn’t wear it out, but you needed one,” she said, gently.

“I- Wow, I love it, Karly. Thank you,” you said, giving her a quick hug.

“You should wear it downstairs or at least show him at some point.”

“Oh no, I was just going to keep it in a bag in my closet for a while until he inevitably finds it,” you said, sarcastically.

“No need for the sass, Sunshine. You should try it on though, I want to see what it looks like,” she suggested, her smile only growing as she saw that it looked amazing on you, “oh yes, the bee patches really add to it. Definitely a great choice on my part.”

“Always the humble one. Come on, we have to start the movies eventually.”

“Wait, you’re wearing it downstairs?” she asked, to which you simply nodded as you walked ahead of her down the stairs.

Travis was the first to notice your arrival downstairs as he talked to Joel, smiling as he saw that you were wearing the jacket that his girlfriend had stressed over for days, “hey, y/n, I’m really liking this new look.”

“Hey man,” Joel started as he had his back turned towards you, quickly turning around after hearing that you arrived downstairs, “watch yours-” He immediately recognized that similar jacket that many of his teammates significant other wore to games, a perfect sign showing off their boyfriend or husband. “Wait, hold up.”

“Yes,” you answered, already knowing what he was going to ask.

“Swag,” he answered simply as he walked closer to you to examine the jacket. “Are those bees? Why are there bees?”

“Hmm, no idea. They’re just randomly there,” you retorted.

“Beezer, did you get knocked in the head at practice or something? I’m very concerned, dude,” Nicole asked from beside Nolan.

“Why are there bees? I don’t understand,” he asked, frantically.

“He’s hopeless,” Nolan whispered to Nicole.

“Bee, did you forget your own name?” you asked.

“Bee,” he paused, “ohhhh, that’s me. Those are for me, wait, turn around,” you rolled your eyes as you turned around to see the back of the jacket, “oh, that’s my name.”

“Yeah, no shit, Sherlock,” Kevin said, concerned from the whole exchange.

“He’s just having one of his moments. Be nice, Kev,” you said, holding back a laugh as you turned back towards your boyfriend who looked like there was something wrong, “Bee, you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, I just- you got my name on a jacket. You usually aren’t this nice, but this is something nice, so I’m just worried something is wrong with you,” he said, genuinely.

You visibly gaped as the guys around you howled in laughter as Karly spoke up, “technically, I got her the jacket, she’s just wearing it.”

“Ohhh, okay, that makes more sense.”

“Damn, y/n/n, how badly do you treat the poor kid?” Scott asked from the couch.

“Better watch yourself, Scotty,” you said, shooting him a glare.

“Let’s just get the movie started before Short Stack attacks someone,” Travis added.

Drawing names to see who would pick the movie, Nicole picked out the movie, Stick It, which had always been one of her favorites. It was expected for people to be getting up during the movie, but when you noticed Nicole missing from seeing her favorite movie, you became worried that something had happened, “psst, did you see where Nicole went?” you whispered over to Joel.

“No, did you see where Nolan went?” he asked you, which caused you to grow suspicious as you noticed both of them were gone. “Maybe they’re just making out in the kitchen or something?”

“Why would they be making out? They’re just friends.”

“Dude, they’re still friends in the same way you and me are still friends.”

“No, because if something were going on she would tell me and I think it would be obvious.”

“Look, I know I’m oblivious, but you choose to ignore a lot of obvious details just because.”

“Yeah, whatever.”

“Fine, if we get up and find them together or doing something romantic? I don’t know, but either way, you have to post that we’re together first, but I choose the caption.”

“Is that a bet?”

“Yes,” to which the two of you shook on it.

“Hey guys, how many of you think there’s something going on with Nolan and Nicole?” Joel asked the group.

“Oh, yeah, I’ve noticed for months, they just haven’t done anything about it out of fear of what y/n will think,” Karly said like it was some simple statement.

“What do you mean that they fear what I would think?” you asked, causing everyone to look at you.

“Short Stack, you are literally this little spitfire that could attack at any moment, they just don’t want to upset you,” Travis added just as the pair walked back into the living room, “ah, here’s the two lovebirds now.”

A flash of panic crossed Nicole’s face as Nolan blushed, “no, I just needed help getting drinks and Nolan was right there.”

“Okay, then where are the drinks and why does Nolan have a hickey?” Scott pointed out.

“I forget them in the kitchen and Nolan burnt himself with a curling iron,” she offered.

“Karly, did you leave your curling iron in the kitchen again? Silly goose,” Travis said.

Joel quickly noticed how quiet you were from beside him, “hey, babe. What’s wrong?”

“I’m okay, I’m going to go and get a drink really quick,” you said, softly smiling before heading into the kitchen. Everyone’s eyes followed you as you retreated back to the kitchen, Nicole sighed, the guilt of not telling you finally hitting her.

“Do you want me to come with you?” Nolan offered.

“No, this is definitely between the two of us,” she answered before following you, “y/n/n, look-”

“Nicole, it’s fine,” you said, filling a cup with ice.

“It’s obviously not, I know you better than that,” she said, gently, waiting for a response from you, “look, this honestly hasn’t gone to anything serious yet because I knew I needed to tell you. I know I shouldn’t have kept it from you and that you would have been fine with it, we just didn’t want anyone to know. No one really knew, Karly just picked up on it because she’s Karly and everyone else figured it out. And I know you knew something was going on, you just didn’t want to accept it.”

“I don’t have an issue with it, I would have rather you just tell me straight up what’s happening, but I had to find out because Joel made a joke and you couldn’t give Nolan a hickey where it wasn’t visible,” you said honestly, filling your cup with water.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know what else to offer, there wasn’t really another reason other than we didn’t know how you would react,” she said, leaning back on the kitchen counter as you stared at the cup in your hand, “y/n/n, please say something. I’ll break it off if-”

“I would never make you break things off with him and you know that. How long has this been going on?”

“Uh, we’ve liked each other for a while, but didn’t do anything about it until you had to go back on crutches, so maybe a few weeks.”

“Gotcha, gotcha.”

“Are you mad at us? It was my idea, Nolan said we should just tell you, but-”

“Nic, please. I’m not mad, I knew something was up, I was just more focused on other things. Does he make you happy?” you asked, looking back up at her, smiling at the small blush that had rushed up to her face.

“Yeah, he really does.”

“Then, I’m chilling. Come on, you already missed half of your favorite movie making out with Nols,” she laughed as the two of you made your way back.

“You good, y/n/n?” Kevin asked as you sat by Joel again, who wrapped his arms around your shoulder.

“Maybe you should ask Nicole, just to make sure y/n/n didn’t attack her,” Scott added.

“Eh, I’ve known her for years, I have a few strategies,” Nicole said, simply.

“Oh, shut up, Nicky,” you said, jokingly rolling your eyes.

“I know damn well that you did not just say Nicky,” she said, shocked.

“Oh, did I?”

“You want to take this outside, babe.”

“Hmm, maybe tomorrow.”

“I’m concerned, but this is entertaining,” Travis said, to which everyone else agreed.

“I’ll record it and post it on world-star,” Joel added.

“Thanks, babe. Oh and Patty Lapone, if you hurt her, I will bust your kneecaps,” you said, faking sweetness.

“Understandably, so,” Nolan said, honestly.

“Glad we’re on the same page. And Nicky, don’t hurt him either.”

“Noted,” Nicole said.

“Hey babe, you know you have to post us first now, right?” Joel said, smirk growing on his face, “and I get to choose the caption.”

“You’re letting him choose the caption?” Karly asked, “good luck, Sunshine.”

…..

“So, do you know what picture you’re going to post? I have mine picked out,” Joel asked you as you finished your night routine.

“I’m still upset that you won that bet, but probably the picture of us that’s my wallpaper,” you said, patting your face dry.

“What picture?” Joel asked, confused as to what you meant.

“Oh, Karly took a bunch of pictures the day we were at the lake and the one that’s my wallpaper is the one where you’re about to throw me in the water and I’m laughing at you. Or I might post one of the pictures Nicole took of us where I’m wearing your jersey,” you explained.

“Ok, one, why haven’t I seen these and two, why didn’t you send me them?”

“Oh, I don’t know, you never asked.”

“I never knew.”

“Same thing?” you offered before walking out of the bathroom to sit on your bed as Joel grabbed his bag to start packing for the next day.

“Ok, well get the post ready and I’ll caption it,” Joel said, holding his hand out.

“Please keep it reasonable, I am an example to tiny humans.”

“Kids?”

“Same thing,” you said, handing your phone over to him, already open to instagram.

Joel had been thinking about what he would caption this post for the rest of the day after you had talked about going public. Quickly typing up the caption and tagging himself, he posted it, “okay, all done.”

“It didn’t take you that long?”

“Yeah, I know. I kinda figured it out earlier,” he said, shrugging and handing you back your phone. As you saw the notifications for the post, you opened it to see the picture of you two captioned ‘the bee to my honey’.

“That is so incredibly cheesy and adorable,” you said, smiling at your phone, “Karly already commented upset that you didn’t give her photo credit though, but she said the caption wasn’t terrible.”

“Yeah, I’m so good with words, babe. We’ve established this.”

“You’re truly something. Wait, are you captioning yours ‘the honey to my bee’ because that way it’s just in reverse?”

“Yeah, we’re just that cool,” Joel said, handing you his packing list, “will you go over this with me to make sure I have everything?”

“Superstitious King, ok, um, your garment bag with your suit?” you continued down the list as you heard him respond to everything you said, “Glasses? Glasses? Why do you have glasses on this list?”

“Because I need them to see?” he said, confused by your question.

“Since when have you worn glasses?”

“A while actually, I just don’t wear them all that often,” he shrugged.

“Wait, what do they look like on you?” you asked, watching as he contemplated showing you before reaching in his bag and grabbing his glasses case.

“If you make any jokes, I will never wear them around you again,” he said before putting them on. “Ok, one joke, and that’s all.” He was shocked by how quiet you were, “y/n/n, please just make the joke already while I’m prepared for it.”

“Oh no, I actually don’t have a joke this time. You look really good in glasses.”

“Oh, a compliment?”

“Ha ha, yeah, I can be nice sometimes. But no, you genuinely look hot in those, you look hot in general, but like, now especially,” you continued rambling.

“Awe, you’re being nice and I made you nervous,” he cooed.

“You don’t make me nervous, Farabee,” you said, rolling your eyes.

“Oh, I don’t? Okay,” he took steps closer to you standing in front of you and placing his arms on either side of you, smirking as he heard your breath hitch, “you sure I don’t make you nervous?”

“Y-you don’t,” you replied, watching his actions closely as he leaned his face closer to yours, placing his hand on your thigh before leaning beside your ear.

“Okay, then,” he whispered before standing back up to finish packing, a smirk lacing his features.

“That was rude,” you pouted, to which he simply shrugged. “Yeah, that’s not going to work, babe. Karma is a real thing,” you said, watching as he furrowed his brows.

“What do you mean?”

“Karma,” you said, before just grabbing a longer shirt of his for pajamas and heading to the bathroom to change. Coming back minutes later to see Joel in bed, leaning against the headboard, already looking your way.

“y/n,” he said, cautiously, “please say there’s something underneath my shirt.”

“I don’t know, Bee, is there?” you asked, pulling the comforter back on your bed as you laid down for bed.

“I don’t like this game, it’s not that fun,” he said, moving down to lay his head on your chest, your hand instinctively going to his hair.

“Karma is karma, pretty boy,” you said, chuckling when you felt him start to trace patterns on your thigh, obviously looking for a way to tell if you had shorts on. “You have to be up in a few hours and Kevin and Nol will barge in here tomorrow morning if you aren’t on time.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Are you going to answer my question?”

“You didn’t ask a question.”

“You’re really annoying sometimes. Are you going to answer my statement?”

“You still love me though and I won’t answer your statement,” you said, softly, knowing that he was ready to fall asleep. “Goodnight, Bee.”

“Goodnight, babe.”

The alarm for the start of Joel’s day went off way too soon, but he knew he needed to get up. Quickly turning off his alarm to avoid waking you up, he got up to get his shower and get dressed for his day.

After getting a text from Nolan that they would be at your door in about 5 minutes, he decided to tell you goodbye, “y/n/n, baby, it’s time for me to go.”

“You don’t have to go, tell them you can’t go,” you said, half asleep, barely even realizing what you were saying.

“As much as I wish I could, it doesn’t work like that, babe.”

“Well have you tried to see if it would work?” he chuckled at your question.

“I love you and I’ll see you in a few days, alright,” he kissed the top of your head before grabbing his bags and heading out to the living room to wait on Kevin and Nolan. Taking a seat on the couch as he waited, he heard the bedroom door open with footsteps following, “you should go back to sleep.”

“I have to go to PT in a few hours, so might as well be up,” you said, “plus, I kinda want to say bye to Kev and Nols.”

“You have PT at noon, it’s almost 5am. Once we leave, please try to get some sleep.”

“Awe, Bee, you worried about me?”

“Unfortunately I’m always worried about you and you’re such a chaotic person that it’s reasonable and the concern only ever grows.”

“That’s true, I am kinda chaotic,” you said, causing him to chuckle.

“Just a tad.”

The sound of the key turning and door opening drew yours and Joel’s attention away from each other for a moment, “sup, bitches,” Kevin’s voice rang out.

“What the fuck, Kev?” you asked, grabbing a blanket from your couch, wrapping it around you.

“Rise and shine, y/n/n. Hope you slept well, now we have to leave, so say bye to your boy,” Kevin added, turning back to leave again.

“Ok, I have to get going, shawty bae. Go get some sleep, text me how PT goes, and tell Adrian I said hi. Bye, babe,” he kissed the top of your head once more before grabbing his bag and heading on his way.

…..

“So, no lover boy today?” Adrian asked as you stepped into his office.

“No, not today,” you said, sitting down on the bench, “him and the boys have an away game tonight, so they left this morning and will be back in a few days.”

“So, I assume things are going well?” he asked, rolling his chair over to you.

“Yeah, things are going very well. We posted about us being together officially on instagram last night.”

“Oh, wow. Instagram, that’s crazy,” he said, sarcastically.

“Hey, shush. It’s a bigger step than you think.”

“Oh, yes. The power couple that you two athletes are, hmm. Forgot about that.”

“Stop, it’s not that crazy. It just kinda is a big step in my opinion.”

“Well, I am happy for you and I’m also proud of you for actually listening to me and staying off your knee.”

“Hey, that rhymed,” you softly interrupted.

“Ha ha, so funny. Anyways, with how it looks now, I say you’re good to start training again,” he said, taking the time to examine your knee. He could tell that you had actually listened to what he had told you, just like he hoped you had. He was excited to see you back to where you needed to be.

“Like training training? Or just training?”

“Training training. Just be careful and don’t overwork yourself. I am aware that there isn’t much time before you have the U.S Championships, but don’t rush it. Take your time. Quality over quantity. Okay, Superstar?”

“Yeah, yeah, of course,” you said, excitedly, jumping off the bench to hug Adrian, “thank you.”

“Hey, I didn’t do anything, this is all you. But if anyone can do this, you can. Just take care of yourself, alright? I don’t want all my work to go to waste,” he said, jokingly.

“Wow, I see how it is. I see how it is.”

“You know I’m joking, Superstar. Don’t even.”

“Do I, Adrian? Do I know that?”

“Just leave already,” he joked, “you have a lot of work to catch up on. Good luck, y/n/n.”

Knowing that the boys were either at lunch, wrapping up morning skate, or getting settled, you shot Kevin a quick text to call you whenever he had the chance; your phone rang only a few minutes later. “Hey, is everything okay?” Kevin’s concerned voice rang through.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine. Adrian cleared me to train again.”

“Aye, let’s go. Alright, so you have like, what? Two weeks before you leave for the U.S. Championships?”

“Yeah, Marcus and Michelle already figured out all my travel arrangements months ago, so no worries there. I’m just worried about the fact that I have about 12 practices, but Marcus will probably worry and have me practice less, so about 10 practices? And what if-” you rambled.

“No, we’re not doing the ‘what if’ conversations right now. Or anytime soon for that matter. You’ll get it. And if you have to simplify it for now, then that’s how it’ll be, but you stressing out right now is not going to change the number of practices you have or how they go. Only you can be the one to determine how practices go.”

“Since when did you get all wise, Kev?”

“I read this really inspirational fortune cookie earlier, it caused me to have a whole epiphany on life. Same old, same old.”

“Alright, wasn’t expecting that one, but I’m here for it. What are you guys up to?”

“What are we up to? Or what is Beezer up to?” Kevin asked, knowingly.

“I was honestly just asking in general, but since you brought him up-” the two of you took a little bit of time to catch up. Him filling you in on how morning skate went and how the lineups for the game were looking. He also told you how the team was looking good this morning and that if they played how they needed to, they could easily win.

You were still on the phone with Kevin by the time you pulled into the gym parking lot, “hey, I have to talk to Marcus about training, but I’ll probably talk to you after the game. Tell Bee I’ll talk to him later too. Bye, Kev.”

“Stay safe, be careful, make wise choices. I’ll talk to you later, y/n/n.”

Walking into the gym this time was different, almost similar to your first time back after everything, but right now you had the ability to train and to work how you needed to. You just needed to get back into your element.

Knowing that the only practice going on was for the younger kids, you made your way up to Marcus’ office. Knocking gently on the door, you opened it to see him and Michelle sitting near his desk. “So, what’s the verdict?” Marcus asked, expectantly.

“Well, there’s two weeks until Championships and I need to get this dismount,” you said, watching as the two of their smiles only grew. As the three of you went over everything that Adrian said, the three of you planned out the next two weeks.

“Alright, Monday, Wednesday, and Friday morning practices, you can spend the whole practice on beam, drills, and conditioning, but afternoon practices you need to do other events. Then, Tuesday and Thursdays will be working on other events, and Saturdays is just a markthrough day for routines,” Michelle explained easily, which showed that they had already thought of this beforehand.

“And we’re going to ease into it again, but this time from doubles. We both know you can easily get back to where you need to and we also believe that with how determined you seem right now, you’ll be fine. If you do okay with doubles, we’ll move onto triples as soon as we can. If anyone can do it, you can,” Marcus said, honestly.

…..

Checking his phone after the game was over, the smile on Joel’s face quickly grew at all the encouraging texts he had gotten from you. Quickly replying, he looked up to see most of the guys sharing knowing looks, “what?”

“Nothing, we can just easily tell who texted you from the way you looked at your phone,” Nolan pointed out.

“You don’t really hide it, so it’s kinda obvious,” Carter added.

“Well yeah, I don’t have a reason to hide it. My girl makes me happy,” Joel said, turning to see Kevin giving him a pointed look, “okay, maybe one reason to hide it.”

“Didn’t she have a PT appointment today? Any updates?” Scott asked, walking towards the younger guys.

“Oh, yeah. She got cleared and starts training again tomorrow,” Joel answered, causing all the team to smile.

Rushing to finish getting ready, so that he could FaceTime you, he grabbed his bag and made his way to an empty hallway to talk to you. The phone rang only a few times before you picked up, “hey, baby. You did really good at your game.”

“Thank you, thank you. I was thinking of you when I scored,” he said, watching behind you to see you walking around the apartment.

“That was really cheesy.”

“Yeah, I realized that after I said it, but it’s the thought that counts,” he retaliated, causing you to chuckle, “did you get everything figured out with your coaches to start practicing again?”

“Babe, you just won a game and you’re worried about my PT and training schedule?”

“Well, I don’t have an explanation, but I get hockey 24/7 for the next few days, so I kinda want to hear about your life and gymnastics,” he said, honestly, which only made you smile.

“Yeah, we got my training schedule figured out. I start practice again in the morning, but luckily I was able to work it out to where I have a day of just beam work to mostly do the dismount and drills and then the rest of the week is for other events. But I will have to travel for this meet, which I haven’t had to do in a while.”

“Oh, it’s in Texas? Right?” he asked, causing you to hum in agreement, “and how long before you leave?”

“Well, I leave the Wednesday night before, podium training on Thursday, and then, competition Friday and Sunday. And then I’ll be back Monday.”

“Ah, so I get to know how you feel when I’m on the road.”

“Yep, and you’ll know much it sucks,” you said, rolling your eyes.

You were happy that Joel was happy and playing the sport that he loved, but him being on the road often threw off the routine that the two of you had with each other. Waking up next to each other; either making or getting breakfast; him driving you to practice before going to his; jamming out to music as the two of you prepared for your day; the list goes on.

“Awe, you just miss me so much. It’s understandable really.”

“Don’t get cocky, Farabee,” you said.

“It’s okay to admit that you-”

“Bee, I will hang up on you,” you threatened.

“Babe, you would miss me too much,” he said, making you roll your eyes once again.

“Bye, Beezer,” you said, hitting the end call button.

He simply smiled at the action, knowing well enough that if he called back you would decline and that you were too stubborn to call him back. Quickly sending you a goodnight text, he made his way back to the locker room, not missing all the chirps the boys had to say in response.

…..

You spent the Monday and Wednesday of that week working on drills to be able to do the dismount. With the boys still gone until Friday, you spent your practices wisely and used any extra time that you could at the gym. Your routines were getting back to where they needed to be and you couldn’t have been happier. The drills that you were doing to work your dismount were also working out very well.

“I want you to try a few triple dismounts. Just a triple and by tomorrow I want you to go for the 3.5 twist. The drills you’re doing aren’t really doing anything at this point, you’ve basically mastered them. So, I do believe if you really work towards it, you could get the quad twist by Olympic Trials, you will compete a 3.5 for U.S. Championships, but with the way practices are going I firmly believe the quad is only a few tries away from you,” Marcus told you as you did your beam warm up.

“Marcus, I-”

“You’re doing the dismount,” Michelle added as she passed by.

“Just go for a triple, that’s all I want to see today. Once you do one, you’ll get back in the groove of things and you’ll be able to do more than one today. You got this, y/n/n, I know you can, you just have to get past the mental block.”

You knew he was right. As you thought about the skill, you knew it was basically a step away from you. If you went for it, with the way the drills are looking, you would have it. And from there, it’s just the 3.5 and then more work towards the quad. You knew you had the skills, you just had to remind your body of that fact.

Taking a deep breath, you started your beam routine. Hitting all the skills that you had, you made your way back and forth on the beam until you got the the start of your dismount. “C’mon, y/n, you got it. Just breathe,” you heard Marcus as you took another breath before starting the dismount. Going for the roundoff, you started for the twisting part of the dismount, watching and twisting three times, you opened up, shocked when you landed the dismount.

“Twinkle Toes,” Marcus beamed, “you did it.”

“Huh?” you said, realizing what you did, “wait. I did it.”

“You did the triple. I knew you could. I need you to do a few more, just to create the habit. Land at least five and then switch to bars.”

“Alright, yeah,” you answered, quickly realizing that you were one step closer to your goal. Doing the next five took a little bit of time, but you were getting used to the landing and the skill itself. After finishing, you moved onto bars.

“Did I see a triple dismount?” Nicole asked as you walked over to the chalk box.

“Maybe you did, maybe you didn’t,” you said, shrugging.

“Does that mean you’re trying the 3.5 again soon?”

“Most likely tomorrow. You will be seeing it soon, I promise.”

…..

When Joel noticed that he got home early enough to come surprise you at practice, he jumped at the chance. Quickly dragging Nolan and Kevin with him - considering they were his ride - he asked them to head to the gym. Once they entered, they got settled in the overhead seating area, he quickly found you standing with Marcus near the beam.

“C’mon, Twinkle Toes, in order to get the dismount back, you have to get on the beam,” he heard Marcus say.

“Look, trust the process. I’m mentally preparing for it before I go for it.”

“Are you actually going to get on the beam at some point today? Or will you still be mentally preparing by the end of practice?”

“Shush, it won’t take me that long, I promise,” Marcus sighed.

“Just get on the beam, that’s all I need.”

“Alright,” you got onto the beam, walking towards the end as you prepared for the dismount.

“Ok, just keep the same habits, just twist faster and open up a little bit later, you got it,” Marcus reassured you. Taking a deep breath, you prepped for the dismount. “C’mon, Twinkle Toes.”

Joel and the boys watched closely as you went through your habit of mentally visualizing first, watching you go for the round off and start twisting. “Wait, she’s going for the 3.5,” Kevin said. The three of them all held a breath as they watched you go for the dismount, letting out the breath when you landed it.

You landed it. “Wait, I did it. Marcus, I did it.”

“I told you so, your boys are watching by the way,” Marcus said, causing you to look up to see the boys smiling to which you simply waved, “I need you to do some more of those either today or tomorrow, but you can go see your boy.”

Rushing over to the stairs to go see Joel, he met you at the bottom of the staircase, “hey, honey.”

“Hey, Bee.”

“You did the dismount,” he said, smiling.

“I did the dismount,” you reiterated, matching his smile as he picked you up and spun you around.

“I’m so proud of you, you have no idea,” he said as his lips met yours.

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