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dollslayer · 3 years

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Artistic Intention

Artist!Steve x Reader

Summary: Steve's doing well in his life drawing class, but a new muse throws him for a loop in the back supply room.

W/C: 2,374

Warnings: NO MINORS, p in v smut, unprotected sex, public sex, breeding kink if you squint, swearing

A/N: Hey! I wrote this for @buckyownsmylife 1st anniversary challenge! I love me a good AU so I chose Artist AU+ exhibitionism. Happy tumblr-versary! I made Steve a shy boi in this lol. If you liked this fic pls reblog/comment!! Check out my other fics too! Cheers!

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It’s 1:45pm and Steve is desperately trying to weave his way through the crowd of people before him. His art folio hits everyone and thing as he makes feeble attempts to apologize to everyone for the bulkiness of the case. He can’t be too apologetic though, he’s running late for his 2pm life drawing class and if he doesn’t make it the professor will close the door in his face.

This is the longest 15 minutes in Steve’s life, he figures. He finally makes it up the steps and jogs up the stairs. His folio hits his leg, he winces but doesn’t stop, he’s only got a few minutes to make it up to the second floor and get himself situated behind an easel. He’s nearly out of breath when he makes it to the second floor and he’s trying to check his watch while running for the door. Two minutes.

Steve bursts through the doors and exhales loudly, he’s not sure he’s ever felt so relieved. His feeling of relief is short lived and quickly replaced with embarrassment as he realizes every pair of eyes in the room is on him. Every pair except for one. The new model for class this week, you slowly turn your head to reveal sharp eyes and a coy smile. He feels himself blush under your gaze and mutters an apology before getting settled in an easel directly in front of you.

He tries his best to focus on getting his paper and charcoals set out in an effort to shrug off the mixture of humiliation and lingering anxiety he had about being late. He feels his heartbeat begin to steady and he lets himself relax a little bit.

“Good afternoon, everyone. We have a new model in class this week, as I’m sure you’ve noticed. She’ll be keeping her current pose for one hour and repositioning for the second half of class. Mr. Rogers, since you had no problem running late I assume you’ll have no problem staying late as well. You’ll clean up after class.” The professor concludes with a short nod.

Steve sighs but nods his head in acknowledgement. He catches you smirking in amusement again at him and he can’t help but to blush all over again. He feels just like he did in high school, embarrassing himself in front of pretty girls. He sighs and picks up a piece of charcoal.

Steve decides to get a proper look at you and almost regrets it when he chokes on his own breath. You’re gorgeous, you’re coy and charming, you’re a muse. He’s still blushing because you’re naked, and beautiful and the feeling of humiliation hits him even more. He’s been in this class before, he knows the models will be naked but none of them had ever caught his attention as more than a subject, none of them were you.

He takes his time admiring your natural curves and appreciates your figure. You are so full of natural beauty, your bare face is perfectly flawed and the sun shining through the window highlights your skin tone. He can see why you were chosen to model for class, you’re perfect. He has to discreetly adjust himself and shuffles his jacket into his lap as he feels his pants tighten. He’s flustered all over again and realizes everyone else is already ahead of him. He puts charcoal to paper and gets to work.

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As class goes on Steve’s sketch is coming along nicely. He can’t bring himself to look at you for more than a few seconds at a time for fear of getting hard again. When he sends furtive glances your way he catches you looking back at him with that smile of yours. He swears at one point you raise an eyebrow at him like you’re amused by him. He brushes it off and keeps drawing.

Class comes and goes much faster than he anticipated. He wants to pack up and get out as quickly as he can when he remembers that he has to clean up the room. He lets out a groan and waits for everyone else to leave. Now it’s only you, him, and the professor who are left in the room.

“Mr. Rogers I’ve got to get out of here, I trust you can put easels away without incident?” The professor asks. Steve nods and the professor turns to you. “Thank you for your work today, you can collect your pay from the front office. I look forward to having you as a model for this class.”

You smile and nod, waving goodbye to him. By now you’ve slipped on a robe and are reaching for your bag but it feels like you’re lingering. It’s just now that Steve realizes the two of you are alone. He swallows thickly, trying not to pay attention to you out of the corner of his eye. He begins to pack away his own drawing but not before giving it one final assessment. He can’t help himself from his own critical eye, analyzing mistakes and appreciating triumphs.

“Is that supposed to be me?”

Steve jumps in surprise, you’re peering right over his shoulder. He’s caught off guard by your presence and also by your voice, do you always sound this sultry?

He swallows and nods before taking a deep breath. Wiping his sweaty palms on his jeans he turns to face you.

“Uh, yeah. Yes it is. I don’t think it’s very good but I’m trying” He anxiously starts making excuses, assuming you hate it.

But you don’t. You just smile thoughtfully at him and nod.

“It’s good. At least, I think it is.”

“Th-thanks, thank you.”

“Do you always cut it that close or were you just hoping to stay late with me?”

Steve sputters at your boldness. He has to remind himself that he’s not that scrawny, measly kid he used to be. But he can’t help but feel like he is with his sweaty palms and short breaths.

“I, I um, I didn’t realize there’d be a new model. Was kind of expecting the old one. Not- not that there’s anything wrong with you, of course! I, sorry I didn’t mean to imply that, you’re- you’re beautiful too, you’re perfect really, I just. Oh jesus.” He spews the words out faster than his brain can keep up and he’s making a complete fool of himself.

He can’t bear to look at you, so he starts closing up easels and stacking stools. He doesn’t notice you ogling his muscles through his tight t-shirt.

“You think I’m beautiful?” You ask innocently.

“I-, um, yes. I think you’re very beautiful, if you don’t mind me saying so.” Steve answers honestly.

He moves some stools to the large supply room in the back of the classroom and you follow him.

“I think you’re beautiful too. And cute. You’re practically falling all over yourself, it’s sweet”

Are you talking to him? He still sees himself as he was back then, having a hard time thinking that anyone would look at him and find him attractive. It’s why he’s so beside himself now. You’re so completely beautiful and self-assured, there’s no way you’re talking to him. He sets down the stack he’s carrying and realizes you’re much closer than he thought. You’re inches away.

“What do you like the most about me? Is it my body? Don’t think I didn’t notice you readjusting your pants at the beginning of class.” You move even closer and Steve thinks you must be able to hear his heart beat because it’s about to come right out of his chest.

Your hands are on his chest and you have to lean up on your tip-toes for your lips to meet his ear.

“What do you say? You and me in this supply room? There’s hardly anyone here. Come on”

Steve feels like he’s dreaming, he has to check if he is. But then your hand reaches for his dick through his pants and he nearly doubles over from the sensation. He’s never been with anyone so brash and confident, your touch leaves a burning trail on his body.

“But- but what if someone comes in and sees?” He says, using every last bit of coherent reasoning he has.

“Isn’t that what makes it so fun?”

Oh, God. You. You. Smiling that devilish smile at him. He was weak in the knees and you took the opportunity to push him backwards onto a spare desk. You pulled him by the shirt collar to meet your lips and he let out a noise of surprise. Steve pushes his tongue into your mouth and lets out an obscene moan. You feel so good. He knew you’d feel good but not this good.

Steve’s large hands come to your waist and venture lower until he has a handful of your ass and grabs. You let out a little moan and nudge your knee between his legs and he grinds against it. You pull back to catch your breath when your hands go to the ties of your robes.

“We’re a little overdressed, don’t you think?”

Steve doesn’t need to be asked twice as he pulls his shirt over his head. Jeans have never felt so uncomfortable and he’s frantically trying to get himself down to his boxers. He swears he goes slack jawed when he looks back up at you. He’s already seen you naked, he just stared at you naked for hours, but you’re just as gorgeous as before but it’s the way you’re looking at him. Like he’s desirable, almost like he’s a piece of meat. It makes him feel wanted and reassured and he feels himself grow harder.

Your hands slip beneath the elastic of his boxers and slowly slide them down his legs. He can’t help but flush when you let out a small gasp at the size of him. He doesn’t want to get too big of an ego with it but he’s always known he was… gifted.

Before he can let anything go to his head he lets out his own soft gasp as you stroke him languidly. He can’t control his hips as they cant up into your hand. You grab his hand and quickly lead his fingers to your dripping pussy. Steve nearly melts when he feels how wet you are and slides two fingers in easily. He’s pumping them in and out and you let out tiny mewls as you kiss his neck.

There’s no more time for preamble though, you two need to be quick if you don’t want to be caught by some unfortunate custodian. You remove your hand from his cock and he takes his fingers out of your pussy and swears you whine a little. Feeling brazen himself, he makes direct eye contact with you and sucks his fingers clean. You bite your lip and squirm while he revels in the taste.

Reluctantly he takes his fingers out of his mouth and gets up to situate you so you’re sitting on the desk. You spread your legs wide for him and he takes in the sight, committing to memory. Maybe he can draw you like this some time. For now he takes a step closer but falters, remembering one fatal flaw in this whole plan.

“I… don’t have a condom”

You don’t look let down at all, you look excited in fact. Shaking your head, you explain to him.

“Doesn’t matter, ‘m on the pill. I wanna feel you cum inside me”

Steve might pass out before he gets the chance, the way you keep talking with that mouth of yours. He wastes no more time and positions himself at your entrance. He has one hand on his dick and the other on the back of your neck when he looks you deep in the eye and impales you fully in one go.

The moan you let out is pornographic and Steve uses his newly freed hand to cover your mouth.

“We have to stay quiet. Can you do that?”

You nod silently and he removes his hand, opting to grab your hip instead.

He pulls back and begins to start pumping into you. He’s steady at first, trying to keep himself from cumming too quickly. Slowly he starts increasing his speed and the force that he uses is causing the legs of the old desk to scrape against the floor.

Your hand reaches and grabs his ass, pushing him deeper into your pussy. You feel so tight wrapped around him with no barrier and he doesn’t know how much longer he can hold out. You’re trying to keep your moans quiet when he kisses you to silence them all together. He’s trying with all his might not to cum before you do.

His fingers find your clit and he starts rubbing it in tight circles. You have a harder time keeping quiet and you’re squeezing him like a vice. The friction on your clit and his dick hitting your G-spot perfectly is causing your eyes to roll in the back of your head.

“‘M gonna cum, please. Please don’t stop” You beg. Steve feels a wave of power surge over him now that you’re the needy one.

“Go on then, I’m not far behind ya. Wanna feel your pussy cum on my cock.”

With a few moments more he has you seeing stars and you claw at his back and pull him close to you. He continues on in his movements and starts pounding into you in earnest chasing his own release. All you can do is hold on for dear life.

Steve makes one final thrust before he’s cumming deep inside you. The rush of warmth is welcome to you and you kiss his jaw as he tries to catch his breath. The only sound being both of your heavy breathing. Hopefully no one heard you.

Steve can’t believe what just happened. He met a gorgeous girl and she propositioned him in a public place all in the span of two hours. He realizes just how far he’s come from who he used to be. He looks down at you, your noses touching.

“So, what’s your name?”

#steve rogers x reader #artist!steve rogers #artist!AU #marvel fic #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers fic #marvel x reader

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marvelmaniac2000 · 3 years

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Shang Chi x Reader Scenario #1 Part 1 Of 2 (Imagines)

Storyline: Shang Chi knows you are a very attractive person and men are always admiring you. Even though you don’t pay any mind to it at all, sometimes it can become overbearing. Luckily your best friend is there to stray away unwanted advances.

(By the way, in this short story the relationship is mutual, but Shang Chi has always been in love with you. Also he’s super protective of you and gets jealous a lot.)

Characters: Shang Chi x reader

Subject warning: jealousy angst, mild violence, alcohol use

(Sorry in advance for any incorrect spelling or grammar) I'm trying to improve my proof reading skills.

It was finally Friday and you couldn’t wait for the weekend to come any sooner. You and your partner in crime Shang Chi finished your shift for the week. Your feet ached, but it never outweighed seeing those green numbers in your bank account. The sun was setting late into the night and you made it back home to your crib. In exhaustion you kicked off your work shoes within seconds. The coffee table next to your kitchen was covered with all your artwork and latest sketches you created. Much of the atmosphere in your apartment didn’t feel much like home, because you were always on the go, however this night felt a lot more lonesome than usual in your apartment.

*Buzz*

Your phone vibrates and you mindlessly search in your bag until you find it. Of course no one else would text you besides this “loser” Shang Chi you jokingly thought.

You rolled your eyes at your phone and didn’t respond anymore. If anyone is late to anything it’s this guy.

With a sudden jolt of excitement you went into your room to change out of your work uniform into something more appropriate. You examine your closet hoping an outfit will magically come to your head.

“Mmm...maybe sexy but not too sexy tonight” You mumbled to yourself.

You finally settle for an outfit that is casual but sexy at the same time. After fixing your hair and applying a touch of makeup on, you grabbed your stuff and made your way out to meet your friend.

“I’m so proud of you, just at the knick of time” he glanced at his watch.

“You look great,” he added.

“Thank you, I tried” you sheepishly smiled

“ Shall we?” he gestured.

“Let's go have some fun” you beamed.

Following two eccentric hours of karaoke, it was time for a couple of drinks to mellow out the fun. The local bar was dimly lit with groovy toned lights. The oversight squelched of young social elites alike. Shang Chi went to the bar and ordered the usual while you skimmed around for a table. You settled for a table in the corner of the dining area and waited patiently.

“Hey sweetheart what’s your name?”

You abruptly looked up and was approached by a guy who was much older and looked very gruesome.

“Oh uh sorry I’m not interested” you said politely.

“Look, a pretty woman like yourself shouldn’t have to end your night on such a bad note. I can make your night worthwhile” The man gave you a rotten grin and creeped closer to you. He put his hand on the back of your chair and leaned in close enough where his face was inches from yours.

“ When a woman says she’s not interested you don’t continue to harass her, so I’m going to ask you nicely again to please leave me alone sir” you raised your voice a tone higher and many people around you began to glance over.

Shang Chi overheard your voice from across the bar area, and within seconds made his way over to see what was going on.

“Do you need help finding the door sir? Because I can gladly show you” Shang Chi’s jaw tightened and his eyes pierced with rage.

The man snickered, “And who exactly are you buddy? The security guard? Can’t you see I’m trying to get laid here so if you don’t mind not being a cock block and skid daddle” the man gestured his hand in a shewing motion.

The man reached out his hand to touch your shoulder and Shang Chi grabbed his wrist and twisted it away. The crowd gradually started to quiet down and drew attention toward what was going on.

“ Don’t you lay a finger on her” Shang Chi sputtered.

Your muscles began to tense up knowing exactly what was about to happen. All you knew was that you were definitely going to need a drink after this..

PART 2

Usually I don't like damsel in distress scenarios, but they are very fun to do in the genre of fanfiction. Other than that I hope you guys enjoy!

#shang chi #fanfic #the legend of the ten rings #simu liu #imagine #love story #marvel #mcu #shang chi smut

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peppermint2d · 3 years

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Hi!!!!! I love 2D a lot, so could I please get some hcs of 2D with an autistic s/o if possible??? Thank you have a great day!! <3

Sorry this is so late! One of the mods graduated (ew). Anyway we hope you enjoy these!

2D Headcanons

2D would love having your same food every day

he also gets happy when he notice you happy stim

Initially he would have trouble creating and sticking to a schedule, but he would try so so so hard once he realizes how important it is for you two and eventually he gets so used to it that he couldn't even imgaine a life without it or you. It actually helps his memory.

He would get super into your hyperfixations.

Like indulges in them big time

He has money and he loves spending it on stuff that makes you happy

A fun date night is when you two binge watch your new hyperfixation

He is never really sarcastic so conversations with him are just easier, plus he is a super good listener and just loves hearing you talk.

He really makes sure not to upset you and, for you, learns really quickly.

He always keeps a spare set of earplugs which were initially for himself in case Murdoc starts yelling

He never raises his voice at you

He is also super considerate of your comfort level

He always triple checks plans with you because 1) he forgets and 2) he forgets

Ficlet

The sun beat down on you, hot, brilliant, bright, the only thing more radiant than 2D's smile. He was so happy to introduce you to his friends and this quiet tea party was perfect. A close, intimate gathering with his two favourite things: peppermint tea and you.

Stu lead you to their backyard gate and opened the door as he probably has done a hundred times before. You wiped your sweaty palms on your pants, you never really enjoyed meeting new people. On the porch, still arranging the little sandwiches was a middle aged woman and her husband, both of whom had a rougher relationship with time than 2D ever did. Stu hande you the basket of fruits and pastries you brought so you could give it to your hosts instead of having to shake their hands. The pleasantries went by smoothly you introduced yourself and they also gave you their names of... something and something. You're not too good with names either and asking again was too stressful, besides the appropriate time to ask for their names again already went by and if you did it now they would think you're weird and you couldn't disaapoint 2D like that, what if he hated you afterwards, what if you ruined the party, no his friendship, just because you couldn't remember their names?

You took milk with your tea.

Stu, despite Mr and Mrs Something's insistance, sat you two on the side of the table with the sun in your eyes so that you could avoid having to look at your hosts. It's a little tactic he created on accident, but has been using ever since. He handles most of the conversation, although he relies on your to fill in the details that he doesn't remember, which are a lot. When the hosts asked about what is was like to be your own boss and set your own hours, you were so passionate, gesturing with all of your body. It was when you were done talking that you realized how weird that may have looked, causing you to bounce your foot and drum your fingers, but after you saw 2D practically glow with happiness and pride, you calmed down.

The little party continued on, and you actually relaxed as you began to enjoy yourself. Stu looked so happy to reconnect with friends, it made you feel nice to be there with him. Good times can’t last forever though, you supposed, as soon enough you heard the door to the backyard gate open again.

“Hello neighbors!” a cheery voice called out and laughed as a group of 4 people walked across the back lawn to the table you were all sat at. You weren’t aware other people were coming. No one told you about this. Although, from the look on 2D’s face when you quickly turned to him, he didn’t plan for it either.

You looked down at the table in front of you, trying to take in a deep breath as you half listened to what these new people were saying to Stu’s friends. Somethings about pastries, hearing them talking out here, how they just couldn’t resist stopping by, and of course, “I still have your casserole dish from last weeks block party!”

This was fine though. You tried to ignore how loudly they talked, and how they moved around the yard a lot. It wasn’t too many new people, and no one expected it, it’s a surprise. It’s all fine. You tried to stop the way you tapped your foot on the pavement. You didn’t want 2D to see that. He was having fun.

You finally looked up from the table in front of you, and noticed that these people had in fact completely invited themselves to the quiet little garden party you were having. They all moved to take seats around the table, and one of them, a man who you’d assume to be the same age as the hosts, pulled his chair up right next to you. So much for comfortable. You tensed up right away and you knew 2D could tell. You didn’t even have to look. You could feel yourself tapping your foot again, much faster this time, but you couldn’t stop it. This was getting too much. You wanted to leave, but all you could think of was that you can’t. You can’t tell Stu, because these are his friends and it would upset him. You might look rude if you left immediately when more people arrived. And every thought you had made everything worse. The talking around you got louder, and maybe even louder so. The man next to you spoke loudly, it felt like you were surrounded by speakers. This just kept getting worse.

Then you felt the slightest touch on your arm, so light you almost couldn’t feel it. It made you jolt anyways, and you looked quickly at the source of it. 2D. The look on his face was so soft, as he smiled just lightly at you. You couldn’t manage one back for him.

He looked away from you and you watched him as he pulled out his phone, messed with it for a moment, then held it up. He explained something about getting a text, he needed to leave, and you could barely listen. He was lying for you. He was leaving for you. And you felt terrible.

He stood up, then slowly pulled you up beside him. You said your goodbyes, or more, Stu said your goodbyes, because at this point you had almost completely shut down. He lead you out the gate, right back out the way you came. While walking out with him, you could feel the prick of tears behind your eyes.

He turned to you as soon as you were safely away from the house. “Are yew okay? I’m so sorreh, i didn’t know they ‘ad more people comin.”

He looked so worried for you, and it only made you feel worse. You were mad. Mad at yourself for feeling uncomfortable. Mad at yourself for making him leave. You felt so bad. “I-I’m so sorry for making us leave.” Was all you could say. You felt a couple tears from before fall, and stared down at the pavement. You didn’t want to look up at him.

“Wha? No no, luv, don’ be sorry it’s okay. Really fine. Um-“ he stopped and you noticed him lean just a bit closer to you, but he gave you your space, “Ya know I nevah really liked those neighbors anyway. Always joining in on fings. Ruin the fun. It’s fine we left, really, I wanted too, to.”

“Really?” You still couldn’t look up at him. What if he really was upset? You just felt terrible.

“Really. An’ I knew yew were getting uncomfortable an’, an’,” he sighed lightly, ”I wouldn’t wan’ yew to havta sit there through that. Yew mean a lot more to me than a little party. Don’ feel sorry at all luv, cuz yew have no reason ta be okay? I’m not upset or anyfin.”

“Yeah?” you asked him and you finally looked up at him. He smiled so bright and so warm at you, you just knew he meant it.

“Yea!”

“Thank you Stu.” you tried a smile back at him, and one came a bit easier this time. He made you feel so much better.

“Aww come here luv?” He held his arms open for a hug, and you accepted. He held you so lovingly, you knew he really meant every word.

“I love yew.” You heard him say, as you buried your face in his chest. He ran a hand through your hair and you held him just a bit tighter.

“I love you too Stu.”

#2d gorillaz #2d stuart pot #stuart pot #stuart 2d pot #gorillaz 2d #gorillaz headcanons #gorillaz fanfiction #gorillaz #gorillaz fandom #2d x reader #stuart 2d pot x reader #stuart pot x reader

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onelovewonderwoman · 4 years

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tater tots and chocolate shop (a.k.a. chen’s convenience store) || eddie brock x reader

listen listen... i know i’ve been gone for a long time and i legit have no excuse but i hope you guys enjoy this unedited excuse of a fic. thinking of doing a smut for this or something smut like for venom/eddie for my other smut blog tho. but we all know we can’t trust me when i say i’m releasing shit anymore smh

tags : @santa-feigh @i-just-wanna-run-hell @munalisax @spiduhgirl @hell-on-cheese-wheels @geeksareunique @violentlybarnes @imissyoualittlemoreeveryday @the-quackson-claxon @curly-haired-holland @courtneychicken @marvel_themed @heycreehere @min-amani @simonsbluee @delicately-important-trash

words : 4133

warnings : not anything really, just that venom eats someone per usual if ya know what i’m saying... that came off sexual, as sexual as i am, that wasn’t what i meant, he really does just eat a guy sksksksk, also let’s just pretend that chen is single although i’m not sure

“this is venom in eddie’s head”

“this is eddie in his head”

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Eddie really didn’t expect anything new today - Which is something eerily weird for a man housing a deadly symbiote in his own body. Really, he never actually knew what to expect, but never anything out of ordinary; that is, his ordinary. Then again, he had gotten into the swing of things. Having scored a new job as a journalist, three months prior, spent his days at work, although that meant out and about the city of San Francisco. Then, he’d drop by Chen’s convenience store every couple of days to pick up the symbiote’s, Venom, favourite snacks (and now forcefully his too); tater tots and chocolate. For whatever reason, it made an impression on the creature, so Eddie rolled with it.

The new thing Eddie didn’t expect, though, was the woman behind the counter. Usually, he would walk in and see Ms. Chen behind these counter, greet her as usual, sometimes even getting an earful from her about how “tense he looked” and how he should start meditating (although, that is why he loved the woman - she felt sort of like a concerning mother figure to him), pick up what he needed then pay and leave. Simple.

Except this time, there was no Ms. Chen behind the counter.

No, this was a young woman. Eddie thought she couldn’t be over twenty-two. Sure, the college textbooks in front of her behind the counter made it more likely, but she looked like she was practically still what anyone fairly older would call a girl in place of a woman albeit she was.

Her head was down when he saw her through the glass doors of the store, holding a pink highlighter in her hand as she read through the open book in front of her, highlighting things ever so often. An earbud dangled from her left ear, the wire of the abandoned earbud bunching up at her front when she brought her arms around her to lean against the counter.

She looked smart. It didn’t help Eddie that she was beautiful either. Sure, he sees beautiful women everywhere he goes every day in the city, but truth be told, the man became somewhat of a shut in since his break up with his ex-fiancé, Anne followed by the recent presence of Venom.

Although this time, Eddie figured he wouldn’t be just passing her by like he does other women every day. No, she was new. Obviously, Chen wouldn’t just have her there for the day and leave it at that. Ms. Chen has been there every day since the damn store came to be. She was an employee now - One Eddie was probably going to have to see more often than he’d like to admit.

Sighing, he opened the door and walked in, bell ringing as he did so. It did a good job at catching the girl’s attention, as her head shot up when it rang.

He seemed to be the first customer in a while. Although he wouldn’t be surprised; it was fairly late into the night and Ms. Chen did recently expand the hours from 8:00 a.m. - 12:00 a.m. - It was practically only ten minutes until closing.

The girl gave Eddie a soft smile, welcoming, that he returned briefly, before she turned back to her textbook when she noticed the ease Eddie had walking through the store. It was easy to tell he was a regular.

When he reached only the first shelf from the counter, he was unable to help himself and spoke indirectly, “So, you’re new?”

“Huh?” The girl looked over before seeing him turn his head to give her a slight smile and nod towards her, as if signalling to her, “Yes, I’m talking to you”.

Yanking her earbud out almost frantically, she stammered, feeling herself flush slightly in his gaze, “Oh yeah. Yeah, I’m… I’m new.”

Eddie hummed.

She continued before he had the chance to reply, “I’m assuming you’re a regular here? You know Ms. Chen?”

“Yeah,” Eddie chuckled and shook his head, thinking of the older woman, “Yeah, she’s a…”

“Character?”

The both of them let out small laughs of their own together before Eddie found himself turning back to the shelf and the girl back to her textbook, albeit both reluctantly.

Once again, in true Eddie Brock fashion, Eddie found himself unable to stop and spoke once more, “So, not that I’m exactly complaining, but why exactly isn’t Chen here. I don’t think the woman’s ever missed a fuckin’ day.”

She breathed a laugh before turning back to him with something bright in her eyes that Eddie felt he hadn’t seen in a long time, something refreshing, “I’m pretty sure she wanted to set aside a little time for who I think is the future Mr. Chen.”

“Wow,” Eddie feigned disappointment, “There goes my shot.”

A bright smile grew on the girl’s face, making Eddie’s heart start beating just a little bit faster as she went along, “There it goes.”

A small smile - a true, genuine small smile - found its way to Eddie’s face. She was cute, really cute.

“Who is she and why does she make your heart beat fast?”

“Jesus,” Eddie jumped unnoticeably at Venom’s voice in his head, muttering to himself, “Shut up, you parasite.”

The girl’s eyebrows furrowed in both confusion and offense having heard his muttered words. “Excuse me?”

“Parasite!” Venom spoke in his head with anger.

Eddie’s eyes widened before he took a few steps closer to the counter. “No! No. Not you.”

“O-” She looked him up and down for a split second with a frown; who was he talking to if not you, the only person in the store with him. “Okay.”

They stayed in silence for a few seconds, feeling the awkward tension get heavier with each passing by. Although, when Eddie saw the girl shift back into her leaning over the counter position from before to get back to her textbook, he pulled her away from it once more.

“Look, I’m sorry,” Eddie spoke sincerely to the young woman, looking from her to somewhere in the store ever so often, “I guess I have this… thing where I… talk to myself. Sometimes I don’t even realize I do it. Could I just- I mean, do you think I could get your name?”

Her frown upturned into a soft smile once more. “Y/N.”

She then proceeded to add, “I work three days a week here.”

Eddie’s gaze on her felt like the heat from one of those lights on a movie set, and it made her feel flush under it, “I mean, that’s just if you wanted to know. I’m gonna be here pretty often, so I don’t know-”

“Hey, Y/N, Y/N.” He cut her off with an endeared look on his face. “Don’t shit yourself, it’s good to know.”

“Okay,” Y/N laughed nervously as she watched Eddie move across the store once again to reach the desired shelf, “Good- Good to know. Tha-Thanks.”

Once he’d found his desired purchases, dollars over dollars of tater tots and chocolate for his “little buddy”, he took them up to the counter that Y/N sat behind.

She spoke as she grabbed each product and scanned, eyes looking up from her actions to Eddie, “Hey, I never got your name.”

He chuckled nervously and spoke almost regretfully to the floor, “Yeah, it’s, ah, it’s Eddie.” He lifted his head to, although he didn’t intend to and it just ended up happening, gauge Y/N’s reaction - As if it would set off a bomb, especially after everything with the Life Foundation.

“No way,”

And there it goes.

“I thought I’d recognized you from somewhere; you’re Eddie Brock, right?” Here comes the part Eddie was waiting for, the backlash of having dismantled the Life Foundation - people claiming what the foundation was accused of doing, what Carlton Drake was accused of doing, wasn’t actually real despite the photo evidence he’d provided. Although, when Eddie closed his eyes for a brief second to both calm himself and Venom, the symbiote probably feeling the way his nerves spiked and heart pumped faster, he opened then fairly quickly when he heard Y/N’s excited voice with what could even possibly be admiration, “You exposed the Life Foundation, right? That’s- That’s insane. It was crazy what they were doing, I still can’t believe it. I mean, I kinda can ‘cause I never exactly had a good feeling about that guy. Yeah, he was nice on camera and stuff, but it felt like he was a little too nice, if you know what I mean.”

She paused when she noticed Eddie was staring at her like she grew another head and looked to him nervously. “What?”

“Nothing.” Eddie pushes back a disbelieved laugh, staring at the girl with that same disbelief, except with something lighter that felt like a tiny spark of hope for him, which made him feel like he was getting way too far ahead of himself. “It’s just that, since it’s happened, not a lot of people have good things to say about it.”

Y/N shrugged before she grabbed a plastic bag and began placing the items into it, eyes on that now as opposed to on Eddie. “I think what you did was great. People are probably just still in their little bubbles trying to avoid any type of bad thing. It was only the poor being used during the human trials, so it’s none of their concern as far as it goes - Just like everything else. I read your papers now, they’re amazing.”

“Thanks.” Eddie smiled, practically mesmerized with this girl for reasons unfathomable to even him.

After he handed her cash, she leaned over and handed him his bag. Taking it, he felt his fingers brush against hers, feeling adrenaline rush through his body at the mere contact…

Which alerted the symbiote.

Knowing, Eddie turned away from Y/N, moving his head down as his eyes flashed an ominous grey, trying his damn hardest to keep Venom at bay.

Beginning to walk out, he shouted, “Thanks, Y/N. See you.”

Y/N’s smile faltered at his sudden leave, only replying with a sigh after the bell chimed again and Eddie was no longer in the store, “No problem, Eddie.”

Outside, an argument was taking place inside Eddie Brock’s head with his symbiote.

“She makes you heart beat fast like Annie.”

Shaking his head whilst he walked, Eddie thought to Venom, “No, she doesn’t.”

“Yes, she does.”

“No, she doesn’t.”

“Yes, she does.”

“No, she doesn’t!” Eddie practically shouted in the middle of the street, stopping his movement to see that he’d gained weird looks from others on the street with his outburst. Shaking his head once more, he went onto walking home again.

“Look, I just met her-”

“We.”

“We! We just met her, and it doesn’t mean anything. She was pretty, and new, thought I was cool, and I haven’t gotten any for months now. We just got excited. That’s all. We’ll see her every once and a while, and that’s it. She’s a good girl, wouldn’t be surprised if she had a boyfriend.”

“We can eat him.”

“No-” Eddie cut himself off when he realized he spoke aloud again, frustrated with the symbiote’s quote on quote “solution”

Huffing he continued to speak with the symbiote, turning the corner and getting closer to his apartment building.

“No, we cannot eat him. We don’t eat people, at least not good ones, and you know, there are a lot-”

“A lot of good people. Yes, yes, I know.”

“Exactly. So get over it. I will.”

———————————————

“So, Mondays and Wednesdays.” Eddie walked into Chen’s convenience store that Wednesday to be greeted with what he thought was possibly the most beautiful smile from Y/N. “You wanna let me in on what the third day of the week you work on?”

Y/N laughed, taking her earbud out and giving her full attention to Eddie, almost looking at his shyly and bit her lip, driving him insane in a way he didn’t expect from you. “I don’t know… Maybe you’ll have to figure that out for yourself, Ed.”

“Oh, it’s Ed now,” Eddie challenged with a smirk, walking past her to the first shelf.

Her eyes followed, taking in his broad frame. “Mhm.” She nodded confidently.

“Mhm,” Eddie mimicked her with a chuckle before nodding towards her textbooks. “What are you studying?”

“Uh,” Y/N looked down at her textbook, like she had forgotten what the textbooks were even for, eyes fluttering before she looked back up at the man. “Mostly English stuff.” Y/N shrugged and placed her elbow onto the counter, resting her chin in the palm of her hand. “I’m an English major - It’s my third year.”

Eddie gestured towards her, his front still facing the shelf and his side to her, his head still turned looking at her. “Any idea…”

Y/N snorted, voice straining as she told him, “Nope.”

Eddie turned away with a laugh when he saw her smile lazily at him.

She sighed, “But,” Eddie’s attention turned back to her, “I am hoping to figure it out by the end. Granted I have this year and the next to figure it out, but here’s to hoping, right?”

“Yeah.” Eddie gave a weak smile. “Here’s to hoping.”

Y/N hummed then deciding to leave Eddie be, turning back to her textbook and putting an earbud into her left ear, as she always does.

“Pussy.”

Eddie huffed, speaking underneath his breath, “Alright, you know what?”

Forgetting what he’d come to the store for, Eddie found himself marching up to the counter and planting himself in front of it, right where Y/N was seated behind.

Obviously hearing his movement, Y/N looked up with her eyebrows furrowed and a confused smile on her lips. “Is everything alright, Eddie?”

“Let me take you to dinner,” Eddie said abruptly as to not chicken out, attempting to smile through all the nerves he was feeling in that moment, “Let me- Let me take you out on a date, sweetheart.”

Panic shot through his chest right through his heart when he saw Y/N’s confused smile falter into a frown and her face grow solemn.

“I’m really flattered, Eddie.”

“Please, no but. Please, no but.”

“But,”

“And there it is.”

“I’m already seeing someone. I-” Y/N paused and looked at him almost regretfully, biting her lip with her eyes filled with sadness. “I’m really sorry, Eddie. You’re really cool and stuff, but-”

“No.” Eddie shook his head before giving a weak fake smile as he chuckled, attempting to not make it sound as bitter as he felt so he wouldn’t make the girl feel bad. “Don’t apologize, it’s not your fault. I should’ve asked-”

“No, it’s okay, really.” Y/N shook her head and attempted a smile to show him it was fine, really.

“Maybe,” Eddie paused, looking around then back to Y/N, “Maybe I should go. I’ll just go. I’ll, uh, I’ll see you, okay?”

“Yeah,” Y/N eyebrows furrowed in concern before she called out as he began to walk away, “Didn’t you need to get some stuff?”

“Uh, no.” Eddie looked back briefly, then tucked his hands into his pockets before he opened the door with his shoulder and heard the bell chime as always. “Not today.”

As Y/N watched him walk away from the store through the glass, she couldn’t help the words that came out of her mouth despite a mother now walking in with her small child, “Fuck,”

——————————————————

Despite saying everything was fine, Eddie found himself not going back to the store for the next week, too, and as stupid as it sounds, scared to face Y/N after what had happened. He felt stupid; after everything, she was too good to be true - Way too good to be true.

Although, ten days later, he found himself on his way to the convenience store on a Saturday night, half past eleven.

Taking a deep breath before entered, he pulled the door opened and heard the damn bell again, catching, none other than, Y/N’s attention. Although, this time - This time, she saw him of course, but she didn’t take out the earbud always in her left ear, didn’t take her focus off her textbook and highlighter in hand to shoot Eddie the biggest, most beautiful smile. She didn’t give him any type of greeting.

At first sight, Eddie would think that obviously she’s pissed. He probably made her feel bad about it, despite how he said it’s okay. Completely contradicted himself and made her feel like an ass.

As he got closer to the girl, though, he heard a sniffle she tried hard to cover.

It sent a rush of rage through his body, and he had to try his hardest to fight against Venom’s want to make an appearance.

“Stop it, you’ll scare her.”

“I will scare whoever did this to her. I’ll bite their head off-”

“No. Biting. Heads off. Right now, we’re focusing on her… We might be the ones who did this to her.”

Eddie then felt a flush of shame before Venom spoke to him once more.

“You.”

“You? What do you mean you?”

“You did this to her. I had nothing to do with it.”

Eddie rolled his eyes subtly at the symbiote.

“So now it’s just me, huh?”

The symbiote didn’t reply, and that when Eddie decided to walk closer to the counter and the upset girl behind.

He spoke up, “Y/N?”

Eddie heard Y/N suck in a breath before shooting her head up to face him, quickly wiping away any tears that may be running down her beautiful face, and shooting him a weak smile in attempts to cover up she’d been crying. “Hey, Eddie,” She gave a forced chuckle, “Guess you figured out what the third day of the week I work is.”

Eddie stared at her, concern littered all over his face with a mix of anger, his eyebrows furrowed. “What’s going on, sweetheart?”

Her nose was running and she looked drained, her eyes faintly red rimmed from crying.

“Nothing, Ed, I’m-” Y/N let out a shaky sigh. “I’m fine. It’s stupid, anyway.”

“Hey,” Eddie spoke softly to the girl, leaning himself as close as he could with the counter separating them, “I won’t think it’s stupid.”

Y/N shrugged before she let out a sad laugh, “It’s just the guy I was seeing.”

Eddie hummed, already knowing where this was going. Nonetheless, he let her continue.

She crossed her arms in front of her, placing them onto the counter and leaning forward. Closer to Eddie.

“I thought we made it clear we weren’t gonna see other people,” Y/N smiled sadly, her voice soft and light, weak, “But I guess it wasn’t clear to him. I, uh, I caught him with some girl, and I know it’s stupid ‘cause we’ve only been together a few months, but it just hurts-”

Eddie shook his head and stopped her, “It’s not stupid, Y/N. I promise you it’s not. That guy’s an asshole - Doesn’t even know what he’s missin’”

“Let’s bite his head off.”

Although Eddie chose to ignore him this time, he couldn’t help but consider the idea.

Y/N gave a weak laugh, “Thanks, Eddie.”

“Any day.”

Y/N shook her head and looked at him regretfully, “Listen, Eddie, about the other day - I’m sorry. I really like you too, I just felt like an ass about it and wrong ‘cause I was already seeing somebody. I mean, but now I don’t feel so bad about it anymore, I guess. If you’d still want to, I’d like to take you out on a date to make up for, well, all that and the past ten days.”

“Got nothing to make up for, Y/N.” Eddie smiled softly at her as he reached over to grab her hand on the counter. “But yeah, I’d really like that.”

If Eddie Brock was a fourteen year old girl, he’d he felt his insides melt and butterflies in his stomach as you gave him the sweetest smile, but Venom would never let it go.

The sweet moment was all too quickly interrupted.

In came a hulking building of a man, angry and red faced. Red faced not cause he was angry, but ‘cause he was pretty fucking ugly if the three of them (mind Venom) do say so themselves.

The gun in his hand made it clear what his intentions were, and sent a jolt of protectiveness through Eddie’s body over Y/N and her safety.

The man’s voice was aggressive as he directed Y/N to put all the money in the bag, gun still at his side. She did what he said, obviously, her hands shaking unlike how Ms. Chen was usually more collected because she was unfortunately too used to it. Although, Eddie hadn’t moved when he told him to.

“Move,” The man boomed, then expressed almost nonchalantly, “I can shoot her if you want, if that’ll make you fucking move.”

The man then proceeded to direct the gun towards Y/N’s head, making her breath hitch and stop her actions of shovelling the cash into the bag to stare at Eddie with eyes filled with frightened tears to mouth, “Move.”

This time, when all he could see was red, Eddie didn’t stop Venom.

Surely, Eddie form became Venom’s; black covering Eddie body as they shifted. Venom stood huge and towering over everyone and everything. Tongue slid across sharp, menacing teeth as he smiled ominously at the man who now dropped his gun and looked like he was shitting bricks.

There was no speech this time like with the one guy who would continuously harass and rob Ms. Chen. No, this time, he simply grabbed onto the struggling man’s shirt, lifted him with ease to dangle him in the air before simply using him as his next meal.

Y/N stood watching frozen, scared to make any type of movement, even breath, as to catch the attention of the terrifying creature in front of her that used to be Eddie.

It didn’t seem to work for her though, because the creature’s head snapped around to her, making her let out a shriek and duck underneath the counter, not knowing what else to do other than cry and expect potential death coming her way.

Although, that didn’t seem to happen. She heard the creature… talking; like he was arguing with himself.

“No!” It said, “I want to meet her!”

She heard a final growl before she heard something else, something… slimy, then footsteps coming around the counter to where she hid underneath. Her whole body tensed as she awaited the huge creature, terrified.

Before she knew it, she faced with not huge, inky black feet (?), but Eddie’s shoes. He crouched down for face her huddled form, arms wrapped around the legs that were right against her chest.

“Hey,” Eddie said softly, bringing a hand to her arm and pretending he didn’t feel her flinch, “I’m sorry for scaring you. It’s okay. You can come up now.”

Y/N looked at him in disbelief before she spoke fearfully, “No, fuck you, it’s waiting for me.”

Eddie chuckled, genuinely, as his head fell to his chest for a brief second before he looked back up, into her beautiful, [eye colour] eyes. “Sweetheart, I promise, he’s not waiting for you. At least, not to eat you.”

“Okay.” Y/N nodded before exclaiming, “So then it’s to just kill me! He’s probably just full, that’s why. Ate a whole man.”

“Alright.” Eddie placed a hand on either side of Y/N’s face and directed her focus solely onto him. “I promise I’ll explain everything, okay? Just know you’re safe with me. You’re safe, you don’t have to worry.”

Y/N’s mouth opened and closed as she debated in her head, Eddie frightful of what decision she may come to.

“Okay.”

“Yeah?” Eddie smiled.

She rolled her eyes weakly in distress. “Yeah. Just- Just help me up now.”

Releasing her face, Eddie grabbed her hands and pulled her up with him, although the movement made lose her footing and bump herself into his chest. His arm wrapped itself her waist and there wasn’t anymore space between them, faces barely centimetres apart.

“Hey,” Y/N smiled cheekily at him, her arms wrapping around his torso.

“Hey,” Was all Eddie said back impatiently before his hand reached up to cup her face and guide her lips onto his.

Here’s to hoping. Oh, and those damn tater tots and chocolate that gave him a reason to be there in the first place.

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Summary: While Peter is visiting Tony and Morgan at the lake house for a long weekend, the six-year-old manages to accidentally break his nose. Unfortunately, Spider-Man's super-healing decides to go on holiday the same weekend that he does.

Word count: 3,877

Genre: Fluffy illness/injury, whump, hurt/comfort, humor

A/N: Thanks to @xxx-cat-xxx and @sallyidss for beta-reading and to @awesomesockes for plot, summary, and title ideas <3

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“So”—Tony snaps the single use ice pack to activate the chemicals and gives it a few shakes as he moves back over to the kitchen table—“which one of you is going to explain what happened here?”

Morgan shakes her head gravely side to side. “Peter didn’t catch the beans...”

“Well, to be fair,” Peter points out, his voice significantly more nasally than usual due to the wad of paper towels he’s pressing to his heavily bleeding nose, “you didn’t really warn me you were about to chuck a can of beans at my head.”

“But I did!” the six-year-old defends. “I said, ‘I’ll throw down the supplies.’”

“Supplies for what?” Tony questions. He passes Peter the ice pack, earning a grunt of thanks.

“For the mission,” Morgan explains as though it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “We were playing superheroes and we needed to pack the supplies to take with us ‘cus we had to go fight the bad guys in space.”

“She’d been stockpiling stuff for the last couple days in the treehouse,” Peter goes on, “so she was just tossing everything down for me to put in the bag. Which, y’know, was fine for the stuffed animals and the walkie-talkies and the plastic lightsabers”—he gingerly touches the ice to his nose—“just not for a sixteen-ounce can of refried pintos.”

(Tony winces in sympathy.)

Morgan lets out an exasperated exhale. “Well, we had to bring something to eat—it’s a long way to Pluto.”

Huffing out a laugh, Tony shakes his head slowly. “I guess it’s hardly Peter’s first experience getting injured before a mission officially even begins...” he muses. He grins at the teenager. “Remember when you tripped off the quinjet ramp and sprained your ankle two minutes after we landed?”

Peter rolls his eyes, clearly annoyed. “That was one time, Mr. Stark.”

“Memorable though,” Tony quips. He gestures to the kid’s messy face and sighs. “Alright, let’s see the damage.”

Reluctantly, Peter pulls the paper towels away and fresh blood starts to trickle down. There’s a cut at the bridge of his nose and it’s rapidly swelling, a dark bruise already starting to form under his eye.

Tony prods carefully at the break, making Peter wince. “Well, it’s definitely broken,” he reports after a moment, “but it seems pretty well-aligned at least. Nothing to reset.”

Peter lets out a short, breathy laugh. “Probably because it was already a little crooked from the last time I broke it. Guess she knocked it back.”

“So… I made it better?” Morgan asks hopefully.

Tony turns in his daughter’s direction. “Oh no, don’t you start thinking you’re off the hook here, Little Miss Budding Plastic Surgeon,” he says, holding up a stern finger. “You still need to be more careful where you’re chucking your beans.”

Peter snorts, then instantly seems to regret that as he groans and adjusts the ice pack on his face.

Morgan’s expression sobers and she drops her gaze down to her feet. “I just thought he would catch it. He always catches stuff when I throw it to him…”

Her comment gives Tony pause. Now that he thinks about it, it’s not the first time since Peter arrived at the lake house for their long weekend that the kid has seemed rather sluggish and off his game. He’d dozed through most of the drive over on Friday afternoon and then slept in until almost noon the next day. Even now, he can see the dark circles under Peter’s eyes and the pallor to his cheeks that can’t be completely explained by his current blood loss.

“It’s okay, Mo,” Peter reassures her with a small smile. “I know you didn’t mean to hurt me. It’ll be all better by morning, okay?”

Morgan perks up at that, so Tony pushes aside the twinge of worry in his gut. After all, Peter’s been taking seventeen credit hours at MIT this semester, not to mention his Boston vigilante activities and the additional part-time lab assistant gig he’s picked up; that’s enough to make anyone run a little ragged.

“Why don’t you two just watch a movie or something?” Tony suggests. “Give Peter’s nose a little time to sort itself out.”

Morgan and Peter agree, so Tony rustles up some of Peter’s super-strength painkillers and sets the kids up in the living room with some weird movie that Morgan inexplicably loves about a talking parrot whose biggest goal in life is to see the sun rise over the Grand Canyon. Before they even hit the fifteen minute mark, from out of the corner of his eye, Tony sees the ice pack slide down Peter’s face as the boy drifts off.

The combination of pain pills and the usual post-injury recovery time knocks Peter out and he sleeps straight through the rest of the movie. He’s still a little groggy and disoriented when Tony wakes him for dinner, but years of mentoring a reckless teenage superhero have taught the man that this is all par for the course.

Given that the pork chops Pepper left for them to reheat (before heading to her sister’s house for the weekend) require a bit more chewing than Peter’s face is up for at the moment, Tony whips the kid up a smoothie to drink instead.

Peter peers warily into the glass Tony hands him, swirling the green contents around. “What’s in here?”

Tony shrugs. “Whatever I found in the fridge. Blueberries, yogurt, scoop of protein powder, a banana, some spinach…”

“Ew, why would you drink spinach?” Morgan interrupts, her nose wrinkling up in disgust. “That’s gross.”

“Says the girl who put mayonnaise on her graham crackers last week,” Tony points out.

“It was good!” she defends.

Peter takes a cautious sip of the drink. He looks contemplative for second, then must have decided that he approves of the flavor because he just shrugs and proceeds to down about half the glass in a few gulps.

Morgan makes a dramatic gagging noise. Tony rolls his eyes and flicks her arm playfully.

“It’s actually really good,” Peter admits, lowering the cup back down. “Been awhile since I’ve had real vegetables.”

“Ugh, lucky,” Morgan groans as Tony adds a few pieces of asparagus to the little girl’s plate. “They’re the worst. Except for artichokes—those are good.”

“You like artichokes?” Peter questions.

“Uh huh.” She grins. “And turnips!”

“Well, Gerald likes turnips,” Tony clarifies, “and Morgan likes feeding them to him.”

This comment inspires Morgan to launch into a long-winded explanation of all the things she’s ever seen Gerald eat—from grass, to broccoli stalks, to a weird-looking bug—and which of those were his favorites. Peter nods along to her rambling, but seems far less engaged than usual and doesn’t even react when she mentions Gerald’s favorite type of cookie is double stuffed Oreo.

(Tony, on the other hand, interrupts at that point with a stern lecture for the six-year-old on what she can and cannot feed the alpaca moving forward.)

Once dinner is over, they all migrate back to the living room. Morgan wants to play Uno, and Peter obliges for a while, but his overall lack of focus persists.

“Peeeterrrr,” Morgan whines for the third time, poking his arm to snap him out of his daze. “It’s your turn again. You gotta draw two.”

“Oh. Sorry.” Peter takes two cards from the deck and adds them to his hand before reaching up to rub tiredly at his temples.

Tony’s brow furrows. “Headache?”

“Yeah, kinda,” Peter admits. “It’s not bad, just like… there.”

“Hm.” Tony nods. Turning to Morgan he says, “What do you say we finish this game up tomorrow?” Morgan’s face screws up and she looks like she’s about to protest before he adds, “Pretty sure there are some fudge-pops left in the freezer. I won’t tell Mommy if you don’t.”

Morgan drops her cards with an excited whoop and jumps up to run to the kitchen.

Tony gets to his feet to follow her. He glances back at Peter, who has sunk into the cushions with a relieved sigh. “Fudge-pop?” he offers.

Peter makes a non-committal noise in his throat. “I dunno. Think I might just head to bed.”

Tony glances at his watch. It’s just shy of eight o’clock—even Morgan doesn’t usually go to bed for another half hour. He knows Peter’s healing always takes a lot out of him, but he’s seen the kid looking less drowsy and out of it after getting slammed into the airport tarmac in Germany and cracking three ribs than he does at the moment. “Think you might be coming down with something?” he asks.

Peter shrugs once more, prompting Tony to press his hand to the kid’s forehead. He definitely isn’t detecting a fever—if anything, Peter’s skin is a little cold.

“What’s not feeling good?” Tony clarifies. “Head? Stomach? Throat?”

Peter hesitates a second. “Just… just my head I guess.” He sighs. “I think I’m just tired. Haven’t really been sleeping that great lately,” he confesses.

Tony’s forehead creases in concern. “Kid, you know May and I talked to you about overloading yourself your first year at school.”

“No, I go to bed,” Peter clarifies, “I just don’t always, like, sleep.”

“Why?” Tony’s frown deepens. “Are you having nightmares, or…?”

“No…” Peter exhales deeply, running a hand through his hair. “It’s not that. I just can’t always, like, settle down? I don’t know—it’s really not that bad,” he quickly backtracks. “I think I just need a good night’s sleep. I’ll be better tomorrow.”

(Like an idiot, Tony believes him.)

“Alright, well, sleep well kid,” he says as Peter shuffles off to the guest room.

“Okay, so... this is a little weird,” Peter says as he enters the kitchen the next morning.

Tony glances up and blinks at the sight of Peter’s very swollen and now darkly bruised nose and cheekbone. He sets down the bowl of waffle batter he’s been whisking and moves over to get a closer look.

“What the hell, kid?” Tony mutters under his breath, running his fingertips carefully over the still-clearly-broken bone. “You once healed from a compound fracture overnight.” He pauses a beat. “Of your femur.”

“Eh...” Peter shrugs tiredly. “Super-healing isn’t really a science, is it?”

“Well it’s certainly not an art,” Tony retorts. He gestures to the kid’s nose. “Unless this is your Black-and-Blue Period, Picasso.”

Peter groans, sinking down onto one of the kitchen chairs. “That was almost as painful as my face,” he complains.

It’s clear the kid meant it as a joke, but that admission does nothing to alleviate Tony’s concern. He finds Peter a fresh ice pack and doses him out another painkiller before resuming making breakfast.

Somehow even a second night of sleep doesn’t seem to have restored much of the kid’s energy. Peter sits hunched forward with one elbow on the table to hold the ice to his face and has his phone resting in his lap. He scrolls idly through it, looking like he might nod off any second.

After a few minutes, the backdoor to the kitchen swings open and Morgan re-enters with pieces of hay still stuck to her boots.

“I gave Gerald two turnips,” she announces. “And he hummed at me and then he tried to steal my hat but I got it back ‘cept for the fuzzy thing.” She points at the red knit hat on her head, which is missing a pom-pom.

Tony groans as he ladles more waffle batter onto the iron. “He didn’t swallow it, did he? Because if that vet has to come out here one more time, I swear—”

“Peter!” Morgan blurts, suddenly noticing the boy at the table. He startles and looks up from his lap as the six-year-old runs over to him. “Your face looks so bad!”

Tony clears his throat. “Uh, Morgan, we don’t—”

“So, so, so, so bad,” she emphasizes, as tears well up in her eyes. She throws her arms around his waist. “I’m really r-really sorry!” she cries. “I didn’t m-mean to hit you with the beans!”

“Hey, hey, it’s okay, Mo,” Peter assures, wrapping her in his arms. “It’s gonna heal really soon, okay? I’m a spider, remember? I always heal fast.”

“But sp-spiders don...don’t heal fast!” Morgan sobs into his chest. “You can squish ‘em re-really easy and they d-die if it gets too c-cold or if they get sprayed with bug killing stuff, an-and…”

Peter glances up and shoots his mentor a look of utter helplessness.

In return, Tony shrugs his shoulders in an exaggerated fashion. “Don’t look at me, kid. I’ve been wondering the same thing since we met.”

Still holding the crying child, Peter rolls his eyes at him.

“Kidding, kidding...” Tony says under his breath. He abandons the waffle iron and heads over to gather the sobbing six-year-old up into his arms. “Morgan, sweetheart, listen to me,” he says as he rubs her back gently. “Peter isn’t really a spider, okay? He’s actually more of a mutant.”

(Morgan only cries harder at that.)

Peter huffs out a short laugh and leans back against the chair. “Doing great, Mr. Stark.”

“...And because he’s a mutant,” Tony plows right along, “his DNA is different from ours and that’s why he usually heals freaky fast,” he explains over her tears as she buries her face in his shoulder. “Except it’s just being a little slow today, so we’re gonna just let him rest and eat some good food and that should help fix him up, okay?”

She hiccups a few times. “So he ju...just needs some w-waffles?” she manages to get out.

That jogs Tony’s memory. He spins around to see that the iron is still very much on and the waffle is starting to burn, smoke wafting up around the edges. “Ah shit,” he mutters.

“It’s okay, I got it,” Peter says, pushing himself quickly up from his seat. But the moment he gets to his feet, he staggers sideways and grips the table, his face draining of color.

“Pete?” Tony goes to set the still-sniffling six-year-old back down, but before he’s able to get her feet on the floor, Peter’s knees give out.

Tony curses and shoots a hand out just a second too late as Peter crumples first to his knees and then to the ground, landing directly on his already-injured face.

Morgan’s eyes go wide. “Daddy!” she shrieks.

Tony plops her down abruptly. “Go unplug the waffle maker, okay?” he instructs her as he drops to his knees next to Peter. He figures the last thing they need to add to the chaos is a smoke alarm.

Eyes still locked on the scene before her, Morgan nods and runs over to the counter to unplug the device. Meanwhile, Tony rolls Peter over onto his back and instantly grimaces at the sight. Besides the deathly pallor, the kid’s broken nose is definitely crooked now and fresh blood is streaming down.

“Is he… dead?” Morgan asks, horrified.

“No, no, of course not...” Tony presses two fingers to the pulse point in the boy’s neck, relieved to feel a strong, albeit fast, beat. “He just fainted—he’ll be fine,” he says, shaking the unconscious boy’s shoulder.

“He looks dead,” Morgan whispers, still staring.

“Yeah, but he’s not,” Tony says firmly. Not wanting the blood to run down Peter’s throat, he continues to roll the kid over until he’s on his side in a sort of modified recovery position. “Pete, c’mon, this isn’t a good look,” he mutters, tapping Peter’s cheek. “We’re all getting enough trauma therapy as it is…”

Finally, the kid’s eyelids start fluttering open. “There you go, that’s it,” Tony praises when Peter blinks up at him. “You back with us yet?”

Peter groans and lets his eyes close again. “Do I ‘ave to be?”

“Yes,” Tony says curtly. He starts shaking Peter’s shoulder again, though gentler now. “I need to know how I’m taking you to Bruce—car or ambulance?”

“Ugh… How ‘bout neither?” Peter mumbles. He lifts a hand up tiredly to wipe a bit of blood off his upper lip. “‘M alright. Just got a lil’ dizzy…”

“Nope.” Worry is quickly taking over Tony, though it comes out in the form of briskness. “You’ve got sixty seconds to get off the floor or I’m choosing for you,” he declares, already pulling out his phone.

Morgan’s voice comes out small and quavering. “Peter...?”

Ultimately, that sound is what it takes to make Peter move. With Tony’s support, he pushes himself up and sits there for a moment, blinking wearily as blood trickles down from his nose. Tony sends Morgan to fetch a box of tissues and a clean shirt for Peter, then loads them both into the car for a little field trip.

“Anemia?” Peter repeats, incredulous.

The kid is sitting on an exam table at the SHIELD Medical base, his recently-reset nose now splinted. Meanwhile, Morgan sits in the chair beside Tony, entertaining herself with a handful of wooden tongue depressors and a roll of medical tape.

Bruce adjusts his glasses as he scans the results from Peter’s blood panel on his tablet. “Yeah, that’s what the tests are showing. Basically, it means that your body isn’t getting enough iron to produce hemoglobin, so it can’t carry oxygen effectively. This results in fatigue, lightheadedness, insomnia, headaches, shortness of breath, and—apparently in your case—a reduced healing factor.”

“But how did I get anemia?” Peter balks. “I’m Spider-Man.”

“Well, there are a few possible causes,” Bruce explains, “but based on several nutrient deficiencies I’m seeing in your bloodwork, my best guess is from your diet.”

“Ah.” A look of understanding flickers across Peter’s face for a second. “Yeah, okay, that checks out...” he mumbles.

“Wait, how exactly does that ‘check out’?” Tony asks.

Peter shrugs. “Well, I just… haven’t been eating the best food lately.”

Tony raises an eyebrow. “What do you mean? Doesn’t MIT’s cafeteria serve a pretty decent spread?”

“Uh, yeah, I think so,” Peter allows. He rubs a hand at the back of his neck awkwardly. “I just haven’t been really… uh, going there?”

Tony blinks at him. “Why the hell not?”

“That’s Mommy’s word,” Morgan pipes up without looking up from the two wooden sticks she’s connecting together with tape.

“I just don’t have a lot of time between my classes and job and stuff, and the cafeteria is all the way across campus,” Peter explains. “So I mostly just eat my own food.”

“Which would be…?” Bruce asks.

Peter hesitates. “Ramen,” he says after a moment. “The chicken flavor one.”

“Hm, okay…” Bruce nods, jotting this down on his tablet. “Not really the most nutritious option, but definitely a college staple. What else?”

Dropping his gaze to his lap, Peter starts picking at a piece of fuzz on his sweatshirt. “Uh… sometimes I get the beef one?”

Tony blinks at him. “Beef ramen?”

“I tried the lime chili shrimp one once. Not a fan.”

“You’re kidding me, right?” Tony blinks again. “Peter, I’m paying for you to have three square meals a day at that college—not three styrofoam cups of dehydrated noodles.”

“I also eat granola bars,” Peter says. “And bagels.” He starts ticking foods off on his fingers. “Microwave burritos, yogurt, uh.... those little frozen chicken taquito thingies? But like, only if my roommate isn’t using the freezer for his weird cult ritual stuff. That’s why I usually stick to the soup.”

Tony pinches the bridge of his nose and heaves out a sigh. “Jesus take the wheel…”

“Oh! I had an apple last week!” Peter throws in.

Bruce runs a hand through his own hair, exhaling a carefully measured breath. “Okay, Peter, you know that you have an enhanced metabolism, right? That means you need to eat significantly more food than the average person.”

“Right, and I do!” Peter nods. “I always make sure I get enough calories.”

“And that’s good,” Bruce says, “but you also need to make sure you’re getting enough nutrients. Calories are just a part of that. With your unusual physiology, it’s especially important that you’re getting all the required vitamins and minerals to support the rapid regeneration of your cells, and a diet of cup noodles and bagels—”

“And frozen burritos,” Peter interrupts.

“—is simply not nutritionally dense enough for you,” Bruce finishes. “Not by a long shot.”

There’s a beat.

“Oh.”

“What does ‘nu-tri-tion-al-ly dense’ mean?” Morgan asks. Her tongue depressor creation has folded over itself and vaguely resembles a collapsed bridge now.

“It means Peter needs to eat more vegetables,” Tony butts in. “Just like you and Gerald.”

She sticks out her tongue. “Gross.”

“Alright, we’re gonna start you on some iron supplements,” Bruce addresses Peter. “But it might take a couple weeks to get your levels back up enough to reverse the anemia. I’m also going to give you a list of foods high in iron—things like dark leafy greens, broccoli, dried fruit, nuts, red meat, kidney beans—”

“NO BEANS,” the other three all declare in unison.

After hauling the kids back to the lake house, Tony sets Peter and Morgan up on the couch with another movie (Pirates of the Caribbean this time) and heads to the kitchen to fix them all some lunch. Potatoes and turnips are both high in iron, so he cooks and mashes up a big potful with some milk, butter, and salt, figuring that would be easy to chew without hurting the kid’s face too much. He scoops some into a bowl for Peter and then whips up another green smoothie for him to drink, as well as sandwiches for himself and Morgan. Once everything is ready, he piles it all onto a tray and heads back.

As he approaches the living room, Tony can already hear Morgan’s voice floating towards him in the falsetto stage-whisper she always uses when she’s voicing make-believe characters.

“Help me! Help me!” she cries. “Oh no, I’m falling!”

Tony stops in the room’s threshold to watch. The movie is still playing in the background, but neither kid seems to be watching. Instead, Peter is lying on his back on the sofa with his eyes closed, giggling quietly while Morgan kneels on the floor in front of the cushions, dancing a single M&M around the edges of the boy’s open mouth.

Suddenly, she drops the candy into his mouth with a dramatic gasp. “Noooo… the king has fallen into the pit! The anemia monster got him!” she cries.

“The anemia monster?” Tony asks in amusement.

Peter’s eyes snap open. “Uh, we were just playing a game.”

Morgan turns back to look at her dad, grinning. “Chocolate is on the list Uncle Bruce gave him!” she says, waving the piece of paper in Tony’s direction.

“Pretty sure that says dark chocolate,” Tony says, eyes narrowing at them as he crosses the room. “Not leftover M&Ms from the Christmas stash.”

Morgan’s face falls. “Aw…”

Tony sets the tray of food down on the coffee table. “Don't worry, kids,” he says, passing Peter the kale and fruit-rich protein smoothie. “Iron Man to the rescue.”

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whatstruthgottodowithit · 4 years

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Gray Mornings

Fandom: The Resident

Pairing: Grayson Betournay x Reader

Characters: Grayson Betournay, Reader, Dr Bell

Word Count: 900 // Rating: Teen

Summary: Grayson and Reader get ready for work

Tags/ Warnings: Requested Fic, Drabble, Established Relationship, Tickling, Kissing, Sharing a Bed, Love, Schedule Conflict, Fluff, Upset Feelings, Frustration

Notes: updated 9/22

REQUEST, @bitweird1 For the plot for the request maybe one where the reader is a doctor at Chastain and her and Grayson are dating and Grayson spent the night at the reader's house the night before so it's in the morning and Grayson and the reader are in bed and the reader has to get up to go to work at the hospital and Grayson doesn't want the reader to get up and leave (Basically a fluffy fic of the reader having to get up to go to work in the morning and Grayson not wanting her too and wanting her to stay even though she has to go in?1And I know Grayson works at Chastain too as Dr Bell's assistant so maybe Grayson's shift starts later than the readers so that's why only the reader has to get up/leave And sorry this might've been implied but I forgot to add female reader for the request

The alarm blared loudly, the vibration echoing through the room as the phone moved against the wood of the nightstand. Y/N took a second but she eventually came to and reached an arm out of bed, her eyes still closed, and skittered her hand around trying to find her phone. Eventually, she felt the cool glass screen against her hand and she grabbed it lifting it in front of her face. She opened her eyes just a touch and saw a slightly blurred snooze button which she hit before throwing her phone back on the table.

A yawn crept up on her as she did and she grumbled as she realised just how tired she was. She had been up late last night. She had been at the hospital all day as she was on call and had only gotten off late due to an overflowing ER. By the time she had gotten to her boyfriend's house, Grayson, she was exhausted but their schedules had kept them apart nearly all week and so she soldiered through and the two had dinner and watched a movie on Netflix before eventually falling into bed around midnight, by then Y/N was too exhausted to do anything and so was happy to lay in his arms and fall asleep as he scrolled through his phone.

Y/N rolled onto her back just as Grayson rolled over to face her though he was still asleep. He looked peaceful though it wasn’t a pretty sight. His hair was mussed and his mouth hung agape as he snored slightly. Since she didn’t have to get up for at least another ten minutes she scooted down the bed a touch and gently nudged him onto his back so she could manoeuvre herself to be able to cuddle into his side. As she tucked her head on his shoulder Grayson stirred. He looked down at her through hooded lids and smiled sleepily.

‘Morning,’ Y/N said. ‘Mornin,’ Grayson replied though his response was cut short by a yawn, ‘what time is it?’ ‘A little after 7,’ Y/N said, ‘I don’t have long.’ ‘Ugh, do you have to go?’ he whined. ‘I mean only if I want to keep my job so..’ ‘Oh, you’re worried about a silly little thing like that? Pfft.’ ‘Well some of us don’t live in the lap of luxury and roll in at 9 am,’ Y/N chuckled prodding him in the chest with her index finger. ‘Oh, that’s how it is?’ Grayson asked, opening his eyes fully. ‘Well I’m just saying some of us work hard and some of us…’ ‘Oh you’re gonna go there,’ he laughed, ‘you obviously haven’t tried working for Dr B.’ ‘Yeah, Yeah,’ Y/N said, rolling her eyes. ‘Yeah,’ Grayson said, prodding her side, making her flinch as it tickled. As she giggled he continued until he found himself moving to lay on top of her as he tickled her forcing her into hysterical laughter. As he grew tired and his hand fell to her waist Grayson leant forward and kissed her cheek.

One peck. And another. And another.

Before long Y/N captured his lips with hers and kissed him deeply. Her hands snaked up behind his neck, her fingers knotting in the short hair at the back of his head. As they kissed his hands trailed under her thin T-shirt tracing patterns with his fingertips that made her shiver.

As his hands skittered around the hem of her shorts there was an abrupt interruption coming from the bedside table. It was Y/N’s alarm coming off snooze. Grayson sighed and fell onto his back on the bed as she hit the snooze button again and cuddled into his side. The two fell silent for a moment. Y/N traced her finger idly against his bare chest as he watched her before she said, ‘Okay, I suppose I better throw my butt in the shower.’

‘I mean I wasn’t going to say anything,’ Grayson chuckled sarcastically. ‘Hardy har.’ ‘Do you have to go?’ he sighed. ‘You know I do Gray.’ ‘I’ve hardly seen you this week.’ ‘I know,’ she said as she sat herself up in bed and ran her fingers through her hair, ‘but it’s not gonna be like this forever. Besides I’ve got some vacation days coming up soon. We can spend all day doing whatever you want.’ ‘Fine,’ he said with a slightly begrudging tone.

Y/N slipped out of bed and started collecting her clothes off the floor. After bundling them up she walked around to the other side of the bed and leaned down to kiss Grayson. She went to kiss his cheek but he turned at the last moment and captured her lips kissing her tenderly.

‘I’ve really gotta go,’ she mumbled against his lips. He didn’t say anything but he nodded and watched as she slipped out of the room. He heard her moving about in the bathroom and then move through the house and out of the door.

Grayson sighed and checked the time. 0728, which meant he had another hour and a bit to kill before he headed to work which was only around the corner from his house. He decided to get up figuring wallowing in his bed wouldn’t help but just as he did he heard a notification come through his phone.

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spacenerrrd · 5 years

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Don’t Judge A Book By It’s Cover: Chapter 7

Sander Sides

Word count: 1916

Characters: Patton/Creativity, Virgil/Anxiety, Patton/Morality, Logan/Logic

Warnings: Nothing that I noticed, let me know if you spot anything

Summary: Logan runs a library in a small town, allowing him to share his love of books without feeling left out. His business partner and friend Roman helps by running the bright Disney themed cafe that attracts more people to stay for longer. The two clashing but somehow perfect match of a friendship went their days peaceful in their small community until one day a new pair of brother; Patton and Virgil, moved into town and showed the owners a new way of life.

Chapter seven: Content

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5 / Chapter 6

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Sigh.

Logan let out a heavy breath as he looked up at the opening doors, expecting to see a certain dramatic man, but instead being greeted by a couple who he recognised had visited a few times. He gave them a friendly smile before looking around the rest of the library. He had opened at his usual time in the morning,but was confused when Roman did not enter at least 30 minutes after. Checking his messages to make sure he didn’t call in sick, he huffed as he got to work. Logan was counting his lucky stars that it wasn’t busy today, meaning he was able to go between doing his usual business in the library, hands out discount cards and apologise to the regulars of the cafe while answering any questions that visitors came up to him and asked.

About two hours later, Roman came rushing into the library, immediately going to his cafe and starting to set it up. He was a mess. Not even in his Prince outfit, hair a birds nest on top of his head which was a sign something was definitely wrong or not right.

Logan watched Roman run around like a turkey without its head as he got the chairs out and ready and getting the coffee machine started up. Observing him, Logan noticed that those were indeed the clothes that Roman went with when he went to give Virgil back his bag. (Logan doesn’t understand the need to change clothes depending on the situation as he believes formal is always the way to go, nor the need to get your friends to check your outfits to make sure it’s ok for said situation. But Roman did both, and he wasn’t going to tell him how he criticizes his actions, especially since Roman is his only lasting friend from school). Knowing this, Logan came to a conclusion and went up to the counter Roman was under, trying to fix the plug that fell loose. “Roman, did you sleep at Patton and Virgil’s house yesterday.

Thunk.

“Oh fuuudge,” Roman groaned, standing up while rubbing the back of his head. “How did you… actually, I don’t want to know how you know. But yes, I did.”

“Did you have-”

“Don’t even finish that sentence.” He held up a finger in warning.

Logan gave a single nod. “Sorry, I just assumed because that’s what two people usually do when they like each other.”

Roman sighed. “You’re kinda correct. In this sense, we were just… connecting. I learnt new stuff about him and then we all ate pizza and watched cartoons for the rest of the night.”

“Until you fell asleep?”

“Yes, which lead to me waking up on their couch late which is why I am late. The house was empty but I got a morning text explaining that they didn’t want to wake me since I apparently ‘looked adorable’ in the words of Patton.”

Logan could feel the fondness rolling off of Roman as he talked about Virgil’s text, which just made him give a small smile. “Well I’m glad you were able to have some quality time with Virgil, even if it did make you late for work.”

Roman face turned a shade of light pink, but his smile was wide as he started to serve the first customers of the day while Logan went back to labelling the new order of books.

—

“Hey-a Logan!” Patton exclaimed as he came up towards the librarian later that day.

“Greetings Patton,” He smiled back, turning back to stack his books and trusting that Patton will follow him.

“May I just say how lovely it was for Roman to drop by yesterday. I wasn’t expecting him too after what happened but my golly it made Virgil so happy to see him!”

“Yes, well I suggested it may of been the best option to at least return Virgil’s bag to him so he may attend school tomorrow with his work.”

“Awww, that it so sweet Logan! It really meant a lot to him, he was even more panicked when he realised he had left his work but I knew you would take good care of it.”

Logan nodded. “I take work very seriously and I understand how important it is. I would never let a student lose their work in this library.”

They both fell into a comfortable silence fell upon them. Logan walking around, placing the last of the new books into the shelves while Patton followed him, just a step behind. Eventually Patton spoke up, breaking it.

“Um… Logan?”

Logan turned around, giving his full attention to the smaller man in front of him. “Yes Patton?”

“I… I just wanted to apologise…”

“I don’t understand. You haven’t done anything wrong.” “No, not now… but when we first met…” Patton gaze stayed down, his hands fiddling with the sleeves of his cardigan that sat on his shoulders. “You had constantly asked me to call you Logan, yet I refused to… I realise looking back how rude that was of me and I should of listened to you and I’m sorry.”

Logan just stared at Patton for a few moments, completely bewildered. No one had ever apologized for something they’ve done to him apart from Roman. Although it got him irritated, he forced his emotions down about it because he was preparing to just power past it. But Patton apologized. He was told that his feelings matter and his chest felt like it was glowing even though he knew that was physically impossible but he didn’t know how else to describe this feeling.

“I… Don’t know how to respond… Thank you Patton.”

Patton’s face released the tension it was obviously holding as he waited for Logan’s response, a small smile flourishing on his face. “It’s no problem. You deserved the apology Logan.”

Logan returned the smile. It was small, but it was enough to make Patton’s grow.

“Well, I’ve got to keep putting these books back.”

“Oh of course! Let’s finish this and then we can do whatever else you have left!”

They fell back into their comfortable silence, Patton walking beside Logan as he finished off his work around the library. Both content as could be.

—

Virgil walked into the library cafe and took his usual seat. Could he really call it his when he’s only been coming here for the past week and a half?

‘Who is going to stop me?’ Thought Virgil has he pulled out his books. With headphones drilling music into his head, he got into his work with the comfort of the library environment helping calm his nerves about getting good grades on these assignments.

Roman, who had given Virgil space to do his school work, couldn’t help himself after an hour and made him a coffee. He slid it in front of the boy, a smirk growing on his face at the unamused look he got out of Virgil.

“I don’t remember ordering anything. What type of service is this?” Virgil asked, pulling his headphones down around his neck.

“Are you really going to complain about getting a free coffee?” Roman winking, getting a grumble out of the blushing boy. “Plus, I made this coffee extra special today.”

“That scares me.”

Roman gasped, hand covering his heart as he truly looked like an offended dramatic ass prince. “That is so rude! What would make you think that I would do anything bad towards the coffee?”

“Because knowing your taste, there’s goin’ to be so many sweeteners in where that my teeth will fall off just from this drink.”

“Just because you don’t have a sweet tooth doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy my taste in drink!”

Virgil rolled his eyes, putting his pen down to lift the hot drink up to his lips, the lips Roman were definitely not staring at. He took a sip, the drink sitting on his tongue for a second before he spat it back into the cup, scrunching up his face.

“Oh god dude, what the hell is that?” “Vanilla, one of the best flavours that add an extra sweetness to your live.”

“How dare you make my coffee vanilla. You know I like it strong and kinky.”

Now it was Roman’s turn to blush, his mouth hung open from him being speechless.

Virgil snickered. “Here pretty boy, take your poison of a drink.” He placed the coffee in front of Roman, who just silently picked it up and drank the coffee, still shocked about the comment. Virgil picked up his pen again, leaving his headphones down as he started to get back to work.

He tried to ignore how Roman stared at him, but after 20 minutes it started to get to him. He looked up, eyebrow raised.

“Why don’t you just take a photo? It would last longer.”

He smirked when he managed to make Roman’s eyes widen when he realised he had been caught. But his eyes widened and he ducked his face into his hands when he realised Roman was actually pulling out him phone.

“What are you doing?! Don’t take a picture of me!” “You’re the one who asked me too handsome,” Roman grinned. “Pleaseee, just one picture for me?”

Virgil grumbled some curses under his breath before removing one hand to flip Roman off. His other hand was covering his lower half of his face to hide his blush and his smile that formed by seeing Roman’s eyes shimmering when he looked at him.

Roman held his phone up and snapped a few photos for good measure, immediately setting Virgil as his homescreen. He couldn’t stop grinning even after he put his phone down, looking back up at the stunned emo.

“Thank you,” acknowledging his nervousness, Roman reached over the table and grabbed the hand that was just before expressing rude remarks and held it so softly. He didn’t mean his breath to hitch, but god was his breath taken away by the feeling of Virgil’s hand in his own. He could feel the calluses along Virgil’s hands, the unique bumps that displayed his dedication to banging those drums with such emotion. The way his fingers slotted into his own, no resistance to one another as they held hands.

“You’re!!! Holding!!! His!!! Hand!!!”

Alarm bells started ringing in Roman’s head as he pulled his hand back, his face turning scarlet. “I am truly sorry, I should of asked for permission to just touch you like that I just-”

“Ro.”

“-I wasn’t thinking I just saw that you were nervous-”

“Roman.”

“-and so I didn’t know what to do because I made you nervous and your hand was just there and so I just-”

“For the love of god, Roman shut up.” Virgil snapped.

Roman finally shut his mouth, eyebrows scrunched with worry as he stared at Virgil.

“Yes. You taking that photo did make me nervous. But mainly because I’m full of anxiety because that’s what I do. But… this…” Virgil reached back out and laced their fingers together. Although his face started to go the slightest bit pink and his breath went shaky at the contact of Roman’s impossibly soft hands, his voice was sure. “… this was ok…”

So they sat like that. Virgil got back to his work while Roman admired every detail of his face, every small movement to every reaction that just made him seem more and more beautiful. Hands staying together across the table.

Content, Roman took a deep breath.

Sigh.

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[1/?] Hhhh sorry for disappearing for a week too it's been a (mentally, but i can sense the howework is coming for my ass soon) busy time ig?? God it went, idk, better than i expected but at the same time worse? Idk im just mostly alone all the time except when i can hang out with friends in the higher grade (we dont have the same schedule so it's rare) but in my class? Fuck, your boy got no one JDSVKS but i think i made a friend today but im not sure?

[2/?] We exchanged numbers and she was nice but she seems too cool,, for me,, idk how to act around new people anymore,, so yeah basically how my week went, alone in my sadness and already crying because of school lol so i feel you, i reallly want to just run away from responsibilities :) my new school is ugh idk, i’m not used to be this free with basically everything so it’s weird for me? Schedule’s kinda ok, ppl in my class are (for now) rather normal, teachers are ALL jdh BOR I N G– anyway!!

[3/?] It’s sad you’re not going to see your friend before next year, god :(( i hope you’ll get good friends at uni,,— and well not stress too much abt real life eiTHER and erm i cant offer advices or anything obviously but fuck yeah i’m (for the 373929th time, i’m sorry for ALWAYS repeating myself) here to listen :(((

[4/4, finally] + dont apologize abt not gif-fing (??) anymore, really, your mental health is way more important!! Take all the time you need to figure things out n all, and understand im not saying we dont care abt your gifs (i personnaly rlly like them!!), but its toTALLY OK AND UNDERSTANDABLE YOU TAKE CARE OF URSELF FIRST anyway i may have forgot things i wanted to say? But its getting rlly long so ill stop here but basically ily and wish u good luck with finding a place and all that stuff! 💕

HELLO FRIEND guess who disappeared for over a week i’m the one who’s sorry :// i feel you soso much wow my mind is just like.....dead i was away for 3 days this week to sort stuff out with the other uni in person like i had to hand in a document to receive another and bus connections are disgusting so i had to stay 2 nights but!!! it went well the counsellor was rly sweet (good bc i felt like i’d offended her when we were exchanging emails rip) and now i’ve got all my documents on the way and i just need them to arrive on time aka monday which is the deadline for applications aND THEN I’M GOOD TO GO!!! i also have a rly nice place to stay temporarily with a family and their baby randomly loves me and the guy and i share the same favorite football club so life‘s quite alright (just the wifi uh....kinda sucks so.........idk what that means for this blog yet)

bUT!!! i hope hw is treating u alright and school too! sucks that the ppl you get along with don’t share classes with you but i’m glad you have them still!! and the girl too i hope she’s still being good and i don’t have to beat anyone up bc wtf nonny i rly don’t think she’s too cool for u!! like coolness rly is subjective and maybe you’re her brand of cool! like i don’t think i’m cool but ppl say i am and i find ppl cool who think they aren’t you feel me?? but yeah anyway i hope that is going well ♥ i get the freedom part i cried sm when i started uni bc they don‘t rly tell you shit any more and me as someone who needs detailed instructions for everything i was like jhaskfjahskfjahskfas

also sue me but i think boring teachers are the best the fun ones usually turned out to be fake for me tbh bUT I DON’T WANNA BE NEGATIVE

but i don’t like the sound of the sad :/// are u feeling better?

bUT YEAH THE PLAN IS TO SHARE WITH U AND MY FOLLOWERS (even tho i don’t wanna rant too much without rly contributing to the community you know) except i’ve been kinda hating tumblr lately esp with birthday season i got some big blog crisis again (ha look at ur part 4......i failed u again sorry) BUT I’M RLY TRYING AND I GOT SOMEONE TO HIT ME WITH A LITERAL STICK WHEN I TALK SHIT ABT MY BLOG SO!! DW

but yeah i’ll try to reply quicker from now on!!! i hope you had a good week pls know that i love you and i’m sending you hugs always ♥♥♥

#ty for the compliment! abt my gifs #would u like me to gif smth specific #ask #anonymous #💕 anon #so sorry to those whose read more doesnt work

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royallyanxious · 6 years

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Collapsing Star - Chapter 3 // Panini and cafes

Summary: Roman learns a little bit more about Virgil and himself

TW: depression, suicide attempt, anxiety attack, homophobia, abusive parents, also I curse a lot

Word count: 4281 (meaning long ass shit)

You can read this on AO3

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All days seem to be similar to each other recently. Roman gets up in the morning. Checks if the theater was opened on the right time. He watches the rehearsals of the performances, gives actors his advices, he records the number of the people on the audience during last night and he goes back home. Every weekend he visits Patton and Logan. Every weekend he finds out that Virgil's not there. Every weekend he's a little bit disappointed with that.

"So how does it look? Doesn't he have to like checkup on you Patton?" asks Roman one long evening when the three of them, Roman, Patton and Logan, sit over some board game. Patton hums. The name doesn’t have to pop out, everybody knows about who Roman ask.

"No, not exactly. If he sees his doctor, he doesn't have to tell me anything. And I know that he hasn't missed a single visit during last few weeks. Sometimes he calls me to tell me that he's okay and stuff like that but he does it mostly because he knows that I'm worried."

Roman nods. Virgil definitely cares if Patton worries.

"It looked differently when he was younger though." continues Patton "Back then almost every therapy session was conducted with me since he wasn't officially adult. Actually he could legally give up on whole project after his 18th birthday. But he didn't. Both me and his psychologist were delighted with this fact because he was getting through some really rough time back then..."

"What do you mean?" Roman tilts his head and immediately regrets asking.

"He had his suicide attempt." states calmly Logan but Roman sees how his fingers twitch when he tries to explain "He... Virgil was trying to hang himself a week before his 18th birthday." Logan drops his head. Roman stiffens.

"You-you don’t have to tell that if you don't want to guys."

Logan waves his hand off as if it was nothing and Patton nervously shifts on his seat. No one is interested in the game anymore.

"It was me who found him actually..." Logan sighs and takes off the glasses to rub the corners of his eyes "He asked me to deliver some book or maybe it was a magazine to his house. I arrived a little bit earlier because I wanted to avoid crossing paths with his mother. We don't like each other. Actually she doesn't like anyone which is probably one of the reasons of his state."

"Stupid bitch." mutters Patton under his breath and Roman is out of breath. This is the first time he has heard Patton cursing.

"Agreed but back to the story..." Logan coughs to gain back Roman's attention "So I climbed upstairs and I don't know... In the middle of the staircase some bad feeling hit me so I started running. The doors were opened and it made me freak out even more. I remember that there were a lot of papers on the ground and Virgil's cat almost ran away but I couldn't care less. I completely lost my mind and was running from a room to a room shouting his name. I found him in the last room. Oh God I will never forget this..." Logan hid face in his arms and Patton protectively wrapped his arm around his boyfriend. Logan sobbed soundlessly "He was standing there... On a chair... It was white and i remember clearly it was the only white thing in his room... He had this ridiculous purple shirt with tears on and... and... his neck... He was surprised... It was the only emotion that I could see on his face. Surprise. He didn't expect me there. I saw that in his eyes. Maybe that surprise is what let me save him... I've never cried like I cried back then w-when he took off that rope and let me hug him... My... My best friend Roman... He planned killing myself and I haven't even noticed."

Roman remains silent letting Logan cry as much as he wants to. Patton sobs quietly too. Small but numerous rain drops start hitting the surface of the glass. It sounds like a melody. Roman looks outside. He wonders if Virgil looks at the rain now too. And if he does what does he think about.

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Next morning is the first morning for Roman when he oversleeps his alarm. All three of them to be more precise. Luckily he arrives to the theater on time but he had to skip the breakfast. And he’s hungry. Like, really hungry. His stomach is louder than the whole orchestra to the point that one of the actors delicately suggests him to take a break and go grab something to eat. Roman fights with the urge to refuse, since the first performance is in few days, but his basic needs win over the responsibility. The weather is nice after the rain, the air is fresh and it's not so cold, so he decides to take a walk to the shopping quarter nearby. He has been there a few times and he knows that there's a place which serves amazing lunch. Roman crosses street after street when suddenly a familiar purple hair grabs his attention. He doesn't know what makes him follow Virgil instead of going to the panini heaven but he does. He follows Virgil carefully, paying attention to keep the distance. To his utter surprise Virgil stops in front of the entrance of a place which looks like... well... like a brothel.

Not that Roman minds. No of course, everybody has their needs but... he's shocked. He didn't suspect Virgil is the type of person to go to get laid at... 10 am. From behind the dumpster he watches as Virgil rocks back and forward on his toes. He looks so small. And so lost. So out of place. Suddenly he takes his phone out of the pocket and quickly types something in. He then sits back under the wall and Roman at this point has really no idea what is going on but he's willing to wait and see. After few minutes the door swing open and Virgil gets up to be almost immediately wrapped in a tight hug by some girl. Roman can't see it clearly from this distance but he looks a little bit older than Virgil. She is wearing short skirt and big jacket. Seemingly she's on a break but Roman can't take that for sure. Virgil says something and girl takes some time to think before reply. Virgil grins and nods. He quickly pulls out his phone and hands it to girl. She types something and disappears back in the building.

Roman frowns trying to connect the dots. Was it that girl who Virgil is "dating" according to Patton? But Roman knows that Virgil has a crush on Patton? So he was playing just distracting himself with that girl? Roman has just casually assumed that Virgil was gay after noticing his crush on Patton but after all... But did the event he has just witnessed implied any romantic relationship?

"What are you doing here?" asks a voice from above and Roman looks up to see very confused Virgil himself. Apparently Roman got so lost in thoughts that he hasn't even noticed that Virgil was going this way.

"I-I saw you in the streets and..." Roman stutters and gets up from the space between two dumpsters.

"And you stalked me?" Virgil's eyebrow raises a little bit.

"No! Nonononono, I was just walking this way!" Roman blushes deeply trying to wiggle out of the awkward situation.

"And two bins were the place where you were going?" says Virgil sarcastically crossing arms on his chest "Sorry, I don't believe you Romeo." he adds dryly.

Roman knows that there's no point in pretending. He should have known that from the beginning.

"Sorry..." he admits bashfully, feeling hotness blooming on his cheeks. Virgil looks at Roman for a while behind the bangs before he breaks into giggle.

"You should have seen your face." he says finally and Roman blushes even harder. Virgil bits his lips "I forgive you, don't worry." he sighs finally. "It was nice seeing you Roman." he declares and takes a step forward when Roman grabs his hand. Virgil's looks at him shocked "Dude, you gotta stop touching me so randomly, ever heard of space bubble?" he snaps and Roman immediately takes his hand back.

"Sorry, I was... I was just wondering if I could make it all up to you by treating you with lunch." he rubs the back of his neck. He can't remember when was the last time he got so shy so quickly. Because of a minor in addition.

Virgil clicks his tongue. The sound rolls across the empty alley.

"You do realize it's not even noon?" he replies with a question.

"A late breakfast then." Roman smiles shyly and looks at Virgil. To his utter surprise Virgil's eyes travel from Roman's face down to his toes. Is he checking me out?

"Sure why not." puffs Virgil and starts walking down the alley not waiting for Roman. The latter quickly jogs to him. They walk in silence for a while before Roman finally takes courage to ask Virgil:

"Not to sound rude but were you checking me out just few minutes ago?" with a corner of his eye his looks at Virgil. His face expression doesn't change even in the slightest, he still looks like a bored, a little bit sleepy puppy.

"Nope."

"It looked like you were checking me out though..." Roman doesn't plan on giving up so easily.

"You wish..." Virgil smirks slightly and Roman's heart twitches. He shakes his head. He couldn't possibly hope for Virgil to check him out, did he?

"How would you react if I did wish that?" he grins brightly sensing a good moment to tease this emo boy.

Virgil's head jerks up. Roman with surprise notices a pastel pink blush on his cheeks.

"I mean... I-I guess... You know... I mean... I'm not exactly..." he stutters awkwardly and Roman can't help but burst into giggles. His embarrassment was totally worth it. Virgil grunts "Fucking bastard..." he mumbles to himself which causes Roman to burst into another wave of laughter. That was almost too easy.

Roman keeps on giggling and Virgil keeps on grunting angrily until they arrive to the cafe Roman intended to go on the first place. He stands in the line to order something when he notices that Virgil shifts awkwardly on his spot.

"What's up Gloomy? Come, pick something. I will take an order." Roman snaps his fingers in front of Virgil's eyes.

"I... Ekehm, I didn't think you were serious about this. I mean... I should probably pay for myself but I don't really have any cash on me so..." he rubs his arm and his gaze once again lands on the ground. Roman can't help but smile softly.

"Of course I was serious. It's my treat!" he says smoothly "How about I will pick something for you and you will sit down and wait for me? Okay?" his words somehow manage Virgil to look up for a tiny bit of second before his eyes drop down again. He nods quietly and scans the room looking for some free spot. He finally notices one in the corner of the room and rushes to sit there, when he does so he looks up and sends awkward thumbs up to Roman, before pulling out his phone.

Roman grins to himself. Virgil is really adorable. Despite that whole emo look, he's really adorable. Roman instantly feels that it is just the part of Virgil's personality. Virgil could be 40 and would still give that kind of vibes, no matter how hard he tried to hide that. Roman sighs softly orders two brunches for him and Virgil. He doesn't really know what Virgil likes so he decides to stick with his usual order. He takes the tray and carefully walks to the table, paying attention not to spill the coffee in the mugs. He places the tray down.

"You sure you don't want me to give you money for that?" asks Virgil quietly with his eyes glued on the phone. Roman starts to suspect that this is his defensive position. That way he doesn't have to look into the other's person eyes while talking.

"Yeah I'm sure." chuckles Roman and takes a bite of warm toast with avocado. Virgil puts down his phone and eyes the brunch in front of him.

"So you feed me with greens too?" he asks finally but reluctantly picks up the fork.

Roman smiles.

"Not intentionally. I just got you something I like." he watches Virgil munching the meal and with pleasure observes that his lips twitch up a little bit.

"It's okay... I guess..." hums Virgil and puts another bite into his mouth. "Don't smile at me, you look creepy." he adds and Roman bites his lips. He definitely has a soft spot for some of Virgil's actions. They stay silent until both of them finish eating. Roman glances at the clock, he still have a little bit of time before going back to work.

He props his elbows on the table and rest chin on his tangles fingers.

"So Virgil... Will you tell me what where you doing there?" he asks carefully. Virgil glances at him and takes a sip of his coffee. His purple nails contrast with the white mug he's holding.

"Why would I? It has nothing to do with you." he watches Roman carefully. His dark eyes are half-closed but the whites are still clearly visible between heavy layers of dark make-up.

"I'm just curious." Roman adjusts on his seat.

"Hmm... Curiosity killed the cat Roman. And I would know. I have a cat and she's getting herself into dangerous situations all the time." Virgil look through the window.

"Don't try changing the subject." sings Roman quietly and Virgil snorts.

"You're like Disney prince." he states with a great dose of irony "You sing well, you look good, you have pleasant voice..." his voice is quiet, slowly drifting more and more distant. Roman feels that his cheeks once again grow red. This is a strange feeling because normally he's used to receiving such a compliments. They just sound... oddly satisfying when coming from Virgil.

"Well, if you wanted my number you could just ask." Roman winks, trying to keep up his facade. Virgil glimpses at him and snorts.

"I didn't mean it like that prince charming."

"I know, you're just trying to escape from replying to my question." Roman straightens up and sends Virgil the most angelic smile he can. They stare at each other for few moments before Virgil finally sighs a quiet "Fine".

"It's nothing big though. Cynthia is just my friend. I got to know her through my lovely mother. Just like you saw Cynthia works at her place. She's a little bit like an older sister to me. But not in the annoying way like Patton wants to be my brother or whatever family shit he's up to. Anyway she's my fake girlfriend. You know. In front of my mum. That's all. I needed to confirm something with her." states Virgil calmly. His voice is completely ripped of emotions and icy cold. Roman blinks.

"But... That means that..." he stutters confused.

"Yep. Cynthia's a prostitute at my mommy's brothel and at the same time pretends to be my girlfriend. Hope you're satisfied now." Virgil leans back on his chair and taps his fingers against the table.

"Wait. Let me sort it..." Roman gently rubs his forehead and closes his eyes "So you fake dating a prostitute who works at your mother's... place? Sorry but all of these sounds just pointless I mean..." he opens his eyes trying to find answers in Virgil's ones.

Virgil shrugs.

"It works for me, Cynthia and mum." Roman can sense a little bit of poison in Virgil's voice whenever he's mentioning his mother "Mommy doesn't like the idea of... you know... boys coming anywhere near me ever since she found out that I may or may not swing both ways. Except that I don't. I'm just as straight as fucking polygon.” He laughs, so this is just as Roman has suspected before “Unless the male I know is obviously straight I shouldn't really come close to him. So I figured out that if I fake to have a girlfriend mommy would give me a slack. Cynthia just happened to be right person on the right place."

Roman tries to adjust all the information. So: Virgil's mother owns a brothel. She's homophobic. Virgil is 100% gay. Also has a crush on Patton who treats him as a son and on the top of that Virgil pretends to date a prostitute. That's quite a lot.

"How about Patton and Logan though?" asks Roman curiously. I mean, let's be honest Patton is the most obvious gay Roman has ever met.

"I kept them a secret until I was 18. She didn't give a fuck about my therapy anyway."

"Oh." Roman is speechless "I'm sorry..." he adds.

"Don't be. I'm actually glad she's like that. Except you know... like homophobia. But I can deal with that too. She hasn't liked me even before she found out about that."

Roman looks at Virgil puzzled and Virgil grinds at him bitterly. He points his long pale finger at his own chest.

"This emo piece of shit was an accident and is reminded about that every day."

Suddenly Roman regrets he has even brought up the subject at the first place. He frowns and sinks into his seat not knowing what to say. Virgil shakes his head as if he was deeply disappointed.

"Don't you dare to pity me, Ro." he says huskily and Roman looks up. Suddenly Virgil looks like he was at least 10 years older than he is in reality "It's the one thing I can't stand in people. When they pity me. I'm okay. It's my reality Roman, really. It's been my reality for years and yes, I had some major crisis but I'm really used to that. People are a little bit like puzzles. Even if they at the end show one picture, it doesn't mean that every piece clicks with the other. That's how it is between me and my mother." he leans a little bit closer, staring into his dark nails "We create each other pictures but we just don't stick together. I've accepted that long time ago. I just wish I realized that earlier to be honest. When I was a kid for example." He stretches his arms and looks at Roman though the space between his fingers. "So don't pity me. Please. Just take this story and accept it as fucked up as it is." He rests the hand on the table.

Roman opens his mouth to say something when two girls walk over to their table. Virgil immediately sinks into his baggy clothes. Roman raises one eyebrow.

"How may I be in your assistance?" he asks softly, almost sure what the next question will be. Girls giggle quietly before one of them, the taller one with long brown hair leans over the table (completely ignoring Virgil who’s sitting across it).

"I was wondering if by any chance I could ask you for a cup of tea or coffee." she asks smiling sweetly.

Roman tries to surpass a chuckle. Years of being gay and some people still don't seem to catch his rainbow vibes.

"My lovely..." he purrs softly, knowing exactly what kind of effect it will have. He gently grabs girl's hand "I would love to but I'm afraid you may expect some kind of romantic interaction with me. And honey, believe me, this Prince is very, very gay." he smirks watching girl's reaction. Her skin immediately changes color to dark red and she slips off the table.

"Oh my god I'm so sorry!" she stutters "I've just assumed that..." she glimpses and Virgil "And oh shit, you're in the middle of... Oh my god! I'm so so sorry! Come on Lisa, we gotta go!" she grabs her friend's hand and bows deeply in Roman direction "I'm really sorry!" he adds and disappears behind the door.

Roman smiles to himself and shifts his gaze at Virgil. To his utter surprise the younger male is clearly blushing.

"Virgil?" asks Roman "Did something happen?"

"N-nothing." Virgil hides half of his face behind the sleeve of his jacket.

"Doesn't seem like nothing." Roman leans a little bit.

Virgil does a chaotic movement with his hand, revealing his red shaded face.

"It's just... They assumed that... You know that we're a couple and I... I didn't react and oh gosh..." he hides his face in his hands "That must be so embarrassing to you. I'm sorry I knew that it was bad idea to come here." He chokes on his own words.

Roman instantly gets up and in a matter of seconds his crouches down next to Virgil. He gently touches his crossed thighs and rubs his back. He has lived for long enough to know that panic attacks have many faces but all of them are same terrifying. Virgil leans a little bit, almost lying his chest on his own legs and Roman keeps rubbing his back. From time to time he feels soundless sobs under his fingers.

"Breathe is, breathe out Virgil... That's right... You're doing amazing... In for 4 seconds, hold for 7 seconds, out for 8 seconds." he whispers quietly to his ear, not paying attention to the glimpses they get from people in the cafe. He couldn't care less about it. After few long minutes Virgil finally calms down and straightens up.

"I'm sorry." he mumbles quietly.

"There's nothing to be sorry about Virgil. Are you sure you're okay?" asks Roman concerned before getting up from the ground. Virgil nods and gets up from his seat.

"I would rather leave though."

"Of course dearest." Roman snaps his fingers and quickly pull on his bomber jacket. They rush out of the cafe. This time it's Virgil who leads the way. Roman takes his opportunity and quickly texts his assistant that he has decided to take a day off today. He knows that he's in no obligation to go with Virgil wherever he's going but he just feels like it.

They end up in some old, park on an bench. Virgil clearly knows the place, carefully picking the spot they sit at. Both of his legs land on the bench and he stretches out his arms once again. The sun lights his pale skin through the space between the leafs. Roman suggestively pats his lap and after a moment of hesitation Virgil lies his head down on Roman's thigh. He's not looking at Roman and Roman's not looking at him. They just happen to stay like that for some time. The sun moves slowly across the sky. In the meantime Roman's hand finds its way to Virgil's hair. He play with little purple streaks.

Virgil sighs.

"Sorry for ruining your day."

"You didn't ruin it at all." replies Roman almost immediately.

"Yeah, right. You dreamed of spending a half of a day with unstable child." snorts Virgil.

"You're not a child." says Roman and Virgil immediately shifts his head. His eyes are wide-opened, completely revealed as his bangs fell everywhere around his face. Roman notices that Virgil has really nice, high forehead and his whole face in general is rather... handsome.

"Wow, you're serious." grunts Virgil but bites his lips trying to hide the small smile forming on his lips. Roman finds it utterly adorable.

"You were wrong back then by the way." he takes his chance to clear up the situation. He’s been thinking about that since they left the cafe.

Virgil raises his eyebrow, showing that Roman has his interest. Roman clears his throat and tears his gaze away from Virgil who still lies on his laps.

"I wouldn't be ashamed even if I was in the middle of a date with you. Hell no, I would be proudly showing you off to the world, claiming everyone that you are my emo boyfriend." finishes Roman.

Virgil gets up not looking into his eyes.

"Like hell you would." he mumbles sarcastically, hiding his face between his legs. The position Roman has seen before. Fear crawls down his throat. If Virgil's gonna cry... Roman lies his hand on Virgil shoulder and gently tugs him to face him. To his relief, he's not crying. He just looks... broken.

"What makes you think so?" asks Roman with concern.

"Because the only person who would be proudly dating me is in a happy relationship with my best friend." Virgil's voice breaks a little bit but no other sound comes out of his mind.

"Now, you can't know that Virgil." pouts Roman and brings Virgil's chin up.

Virgil cracks a smile.

"That's exactly what Patton would say." he says sadly.

"Well..." Roman's heart is pounding very loudly and he's almost sure Virgil can hear that "Maybe Patton and I have more in common than you think."

Virgil sighs and moves away from Roman.

"Can't tell that yet." he states calmly and pulls out his phone "Oh, look at the time. I have to go!" he gets up awkwardly "I have a date with Cynthia and my mum." he shoots a quick wink at Roman and quickly runs down the hill.

Roman watches Virgil moving away and away from him before curling on the bench. He has few things to ponder about.

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idonthinkyoureadyforinformant · 4 years

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They slowly ceased massaging her clitoris with the glans of his penis as she relaxed, her hand ultimately relinquishing its grasp. "I love you, baby," he told her.

"Oh, I love you too, Reggie. Their lips met; their tongues explored each other's mouths. Her arms slid around his back and she hugged him, the rumbling thunder becoming more distant but the rain still falling outside.

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Several days later Mia woke in Reggie's arms as in previous mornings. Brilliant sunlight seeping between cracks in the blinds suggested she had slept late after spending much of the night making love with him again, taking his huge black cock deep inside her. Days had passed since the Molly deal fell through, yet she had not heard a word from Detective Sanchez.

Mia slid away from Reggie and out of their bed. She had always worn pajamas to sleep, but that was in the past, with Josh, and she acquired the habit of sleeping nude with Reggie. She stood staring at Reggie's beautiful black body a moment, her hand running down her flat tummy and feeling the crusty residue of his dried semen on her smooth skin. It seemed like she had more sex with Reggie in the past month than she did with Josh their entire time together. Reggie had fucked her five or six times last night alone.

Last night they had fucked a long time before going to sleep. And in the middle of the night, he woke her with his penis hard again and needing more relief. "It hurting real bad, baby. You know I can't sleep unless you help me get rid of it. Get on top this time and put my cock in your pussy."

It seemed like a recurring dream. "Okay, Reggie," she had said, somnolently climbing on top of him, guiding his big black penis into her wet vagina. "Ooh, does that feel better?" she asked, her pussy pumping up and down, trying to make him ejaculate to relieve another one of his painful hard-ons.

His hands tightly gripped her firm buttocks, spreading them apart. "Yeah, baby. It starting to feel better. Keep moving your pussy like that and tell me how much you like fucking my big black cock."

"Oh, Reggie, I love fucking your big black cock," she cried, the incredible energy flowing between them fully waking her. "It fills me up and feels so good inside me."

She fucked him faster and took his penis deeper inside her.

"Oh, baby, don't stop. I'm gonna cum real soon," he bellowed.

She thought her fertile period had probably ended, although she had made him pull out earlier that evening just in case. She was still uncertain of her ovulation cycle, but decided not to worry about it this time. She didn't know that he had already impregnated her several nights ago when his penis left the party just a little too late.

"Ooh, Reggie, cum for me. Ooh, ooh, uh-huh, that's it. Oh, yes, uh-huh. I want your black cock to cum in my pussy." She pressed her cheek into his shoulder while her hands wandered over the big hard muscles in his chest. She felt the familiar tension in his body build. He held her tightly to him as her pussy continued the long, wet journey up and down his thick black cock.

But Reggie held back until she came a few times for him, her calls for him to cum growing higher and more desperate while her pussy throbbed uncontrollably on his penis. "Oh, Reggie, cum for me, please!"

"I'm gonna cum real soon, baby," he kept reassuring her, allowing her orgasms to become stronger, stoking the flame in her loins and feeding it more fuel, making it burn hotter and brighter for him.

"Ah, ah, ah, oh god, oh god, oh god, ooh, Reggie. Oh, I'm cumming. Cum for me Reggie!"

"Ah, baby, oh yeah. I'm cumming too." His huge penis and her tight wet pussy formed a throbbing duet that pulsated together in perfect harmony, his cock copiously filling her with more of his fecund seed. Fortunately, her fertile period had likely passed a few days earlier, she thought. She was far too aroused to interrupt the magical exchange, the music occurring between them, their bodies synchronized in total pleasure.

"Ooh, that's it, Reggie, uh-huh." Her fingers softly ran through the short nappy hair on top his head. "Is the pain all gone? Does it feel better now, sweetheart?"

"Uh-huh, baby. Thank you."

"Okay, go back to sleep, honey" she whispered. She kissed him on the lips, her palm softly exploring his burly chest and his tiny erect nipple that felt like a pebble. She lowered her cheek on his shoulder, his penis so large that even flaccid, it remained in her pussy a while.

They had fallen back to sleep that way, in each other's arms, his penis inside her, she now realized.

Mia yawned after musing about the wonderful sex they had the previous night, grabbed her phone from the nightstand, and walked to the kitchen for a glass of water. Reggie, Josh, and Detective Sanchez were all on her mind this morning. She wondered what would happen to Reggie once Detective Sanchez arrested him. How long would he go to prison? Could she secretly visit him there, perhaps, while Josh was at work? Reggie would probably hate her and not want to see her ever again, she sadly thought.

Mia wondered if she could ever love Josh the same way she did before all this happened. She still cared for Josh, but was he even capable of satisfying her sexually anymore — the way Reggie could? The thought of all she had done with Reggie filled her with guilt. She had fucked a black drug dealer, a thug, and had a salacious interracial affair with him. But she did it to keep Josh and herself out of jail, she convinced herself. And there was more to love than just sex and money and laughter and all the other things she found so fascinating and alluring about Reggie.

But sex seemed to be an important part of love and the part of it that Reggie gave to her in such wonderful abundance. Josh lacked Reggie's stamina and could never match Reggie's capabilities due to his smaller penis, which Mia never appreciated until Reggie had been inside her.

Anything she wanted, Reggie provided to her without slightest hesitation. She admired Reggie's engagement ring on her finger. Its obnoxiously huge diamonds sparkled wildly in the morning sunlight, seemingly in agreement with her thoughts.

But what happened to Detective Sanchez, the orchestrator of Mia's difficult situation, and when would Mia hear from her again? It seemed like the longer Mia stayed with Reggie the stronger her crush on him became. It had been several days since the botched drug deal. She should have heard something from Detective Sanchez by now.

It had also been days, perhaps even a week, since Mia read, watched, or heard the news, so she scrolled through the News App on her iPhone, the temptation to unblock numbers briefly calling to her before she put that bad idea back to bed. Suddenly she came across a worrisome headline: Phone of Missing Detective Feared Dead Found.

"Police found the cell phone of Detective Juanita Sanchez, 39, on Friday. Sanchez had not reported for duty all week after leaving from work on October 16th..."

Reggie wandered from their bedroom naked, his huge black cock hanging from him pendulously while Mia's back was towards him. He admired her beautiful hour-glass figure and firm shapely ass as she stood nude in the kitchen intently reading something on her phone. "Oh my God!" he heard her cry.

She dropped her phone on the hard tile floor, shattering its screen.

He ran up to her, picked up the phone and took her in his arms. "What's the matter, baby?"

She began to cry, rivers of tears gushing from her eyes down her cheeks, as if a huge dam had suddenly opened. "Something awful has happened, Reggie, and it's all my fault."

There naked bodies touched, and even though he wanted sex with her, especially now with his cock brushing against her soft white skin, he could not act on that impulse while she was in her present condition. "What is it?"

"I can't tell you."

Reggie looked at the fractured screen on her phone, a jigsaw puzzle of glass, and read the article. "Did you know this detective, Mia?" he asked.

She quickly nodded her head, her lips quivering.

"Mia, you can tell me about it. You got to believe me. We done too much together for anything to ever come between us, baby. Nothing you did will ever make me mad at you or make me stop loving you. I promise."

She could not continue lying to him anymore. It didn't matter anyway. Detective Sanchez was dead. Mia knew it. She buried her face in Reggie's chest as he gently held her in his big muscular arms, and she confessed everything to him between her sobs.

Reggie compassionately listened to her confess. Their game ended and she discovered she lost. There was no need to reveal how he had cheated, how he knew all the cards she had held in her hand from the very beginning. Better to let her believe she had deceived him.

Later that afternoon, Mia packed her few belongings in her suitcase and prepared to leave Reggie's luxurious penthouse forever. "I'm so sorry about everything Reggie. You must hate me now."

"I could never hate you, Mia. I know you didn't have a choice, and you came clean about it anyway. I still love you and you don't need to leave."

She removed his beautiful engagement ring from her finger. She grew to love that ring like she had grown to love Reggie, and regretted parting with it, but how could she ever explain it to Josh? She placed the ring in Reggie's palm, where it rightfully belonged, and gently closed his fingers around it. "I love you too, Reggie, but I'm married and I have to go back to Josh. I shouldn't have done this to you."

She released his balled-up hand, reached in the front pocket of her blue jeans, and withdrew her wedding band and the real engagement ring Josh had given to her several years ago. With her heavenly blue eyes guiltily staring into his, she slipped her legitimate engagement ring and her wedding band on her finger where Reggie's much larger stone had substituted for an entire month, until now.

She had become accustomed to the size and heaviness of Reggie's ring on her finger. What replaced it looked woefully inadequate and felt strangely alien to her now.

"Baby, I know you don't want this. Please don't go."

"I do want it, Reggie. I got carried away with everything and fell in love with you, but I still love Josh too, and I'm married to him. I must go back to him. I can't do this with you anymore. This entire situation is all fucked up. Josh and I will be going to prison soon anyway."

He grabbed her tightly and passionately kissed her one last time, neither of them realizing that a few days ago they had started a new life in her womb.

"Mmph, oh, Reggie, no, mmmm, I can't — mmmmmm..." At first she pushed against him, then her hands, with their delicate touch, once more surveyed the big, hard muscles in his chest and back. For a few moments, she gave in to the kiss, the magic between them reigniting.

Then she pulled away.

"Mia, I'll always love you. If you change your mind or ever need anything, I'm here for you."

"I know, Reggie. I'll always love you too."

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The Uber driver let Mia out of his vehicle at the street curb in front of her house and sped away to pick up his next passenger. She walked up her driveway, her suitcase in tow. Having lived in the city with Reggie for the past month, it seemed unusual without the roaring traffic's boom this time of day.

The silence was lonely.

She noticed how the trees in her yard cast longer shadows across the lawn than when she had left here over a month ago, their formerly green leaves now a lovely cornucopia of different colors.

It was still summer the last time she saw Josh. Now it was autumn, another season had passed, a new school year had begun. The change in season was far less evident from Reggie's urban high rise. She assumed Josh was teaching again this year, but for how much longer remained in question. It was late afternoon and he would return from work soon.

She reached the front door and entered the house. Things were much as she remembered them, but it no longer felt like her home inside. It looked like Josh did very little housekeeping during her absence. The bed unmade, dishes in the kitchen sink unwashed and piled high, his dirty laundry on the floor, a layer of dust forming on their wooden furniture.

Mia sat in the living room, in the worn armchair they had purchased from a thrift store over a year ago, and finally got around to unblocking her phone. A thin adhesive screen protector held her phone's cracked screen together and prevented her from slicing her fingers on it. The cracks on the broken screen resembled a web spun by a spider.

If electronic devices could have seizures, her poor, injured phone was now in one, pinging and buzzing from the accumulation of texts and voicemails she had neglected while fucking Reggie like a horny teenager for over a month. Having little interest in Josh's crazed messages, or much else at present, she set her phone on the threadbare armrest until its convulsions ended.

She quietly sat and pondered their woes. She had tried to do the right thing by becoming a police informant and befriending Reggie Johnson, but accomplished little it seemed other than severely injure her marriage, perhaps mortally. Her situation with Josh was precarious at best. She still had no contact with the police and no idea about the status of their drug charges.

Her phone silenced after a final message from Josh she had missed over a week ago. While she was sorry for all that had occurred, for how she had repeatedly betrayed her sacred wedding vows to him with Reggie, she could not deal with anymore guilt. She decided it was best to move forward from here, wherever that journey would take them, and spent the next few minutes deleting all of Josh's voicemails and texts without listening to or reading one of them.

But unlike her phone that only required a swipe of the finger to delete everything, she was unable to ever erase all the intimate acts of betrayal she had committed with Reggie. They were disfiguring scars on her marriage forever.

Josh noticed the front door unlocked when he arrived home. No signs of forced entry. Could he have forgotten to lock it this morning when he left for work, or was she back? Perhaps the police came by with a warrant looking to arrest him. Again, no signs of forced entry; and if it was the police, they knew where he worked. He held no doubt they would not hesitate to escort him from the classroom, a shiny new pair of matching stainless steel bracelets on his wrists for the entire school to see. He scratched the police from his list, which left either a lapse in memory (unlikely) or Mia's return.

Mia's likely return ignited a wild assortment of conflicting emotions within Josh. He had gone through a thousand scenarios in his mind while she was away of what he would say to her and how he would act if this moment ever arrived, and now he forgot all of that.

For weeks, he had sent her text messages, left her voicemails, but received not a single reply. With each unanswered attempt to reach her his anger and frustration had grown, like a rabid fever.

Mia finished deleting the last of Josh's messages. When she looked up from her phone, he was standing in the front hallway silently staring at her, the rictus on his face displaying enough contempt to wither the freshest flowers. Mia jerked in her seat, startled by his sudden appearance.

"Oh, Josh, I didn't see you there. You scared me," she said, her hand reaching for her heart as if preparing to cite a 'Pledge of Allegiance'.

He looked disheveled, his shirt wrinkled, stained and untucked; his hair like he combed it with an egg beater; his face unshaven for weeks. "Well, Mia, what brings you home after all this time?"

His greeting was cool and subdued, but even from across the room she could see his blood boiling beneath his skin. He was ready to burst like an un-cracked egg in a microwave oven. She sidled up to him, as if approaching a stray, snarling dog. "I'm glad to see you, Josh. I missed you. How have you been?" She offered a consolatory smile that could melt through the hardest mettle.

"You're glad to see me? You missed me? Did you get bored fucking a criminal?"

She winced at his accusation, the sweet, innocent smile sliced off her face by his razor tongue with surgical precision. He could not possibly know about what she did with Reggie, and she was never going to reveal it to Josh either. Her eyes became watery, but she was not going to cry. "I didn't fuck anyone, Josh. Why would you say such a horrible thing to me? I'm your wife."

"I'm supposed to believe that after you disappear for five weeks, ignore all my messages and phone calls and never bother to contact me? What could have possibly prevented you from sending just a quick text even once? Didn't you get my messages?"

"I couldn't have any contact with anyone I knew, Josh. You know that. I had to block my phone."

"So not once did you have the opportunity to call or text me? You didn't have a second alone?"

She tried holding back the tears, but streams began flowing from her eyes anyway. She shook her head like a child caught in a lie. "The police said no contact, Josh. I didn't want to jeopardize the investigation and our deal with them."

"So you were with some criminal all that time and the two of you never fucked, not once?"

"He was just a friend," Mia replied, realizing how ridiculous it sounded, like the funny song from Biz Markie that she had laughed at and enjoyed hearing once with Reggie. 'Acquaintance' would have been a better word to use.

"So now you're making friends with criminals. Come on, Mia, don't play that innocent little wife shit with me. The whole friend thing is just a prerequisite for getting in a girl's panties. We both know you're gorgeous, but no guy is going to wait an entire month."

Mia remained silent, lifted her arm and blotted tears off her face with her sleeve. No matter what he said, she was never going to admit having an affair to him. There was no reason to. It would only hurt and anger him further and do nothing to change circumstances.

"So who was this so called 'friend' and what did you do together if not screw?"

Mia sniffled, but her tears had dried. "We just met at the club a few times, danced and talked a lot. Nothing else."

Josh knew there was more to her story. He had overheard her that day she left, complaining to Detective Sanchez on the phone about some creep 'making her do things' with him. "What about the things he made you do with him, Mia? I heard what you told Detective Sanchez on the phone the day you left."

She tried to remember that conversation, but mostly drew a blank. Whatever Josh had overheard ease dropping on her that day could not be too incriminating, she thought. She would never share those types of things with anyone. Some things a girl always kept secret. "He gave me some stuff called Molly once and we kissed a little. I told him I was married, and that's as far as things went."

Why did she say anything about taking the Molly or kissing someone else? She had to give him an explanation that was believable yet forgivable, but perhaps she provided too much of the truth. It had slipped from her mouth like a sudden, irrepressible cough, and once she spoke those words she could not take them back, even though she immediately regretted saying them.

"You took Molly and kissed some guy? And I'm supposed to believe that's all that happened? Who was this guy?" Josh skeptically asked.

Mia grew indignant and her hackles rose. Josh had no one to blame but himself for all of this. She would never have slept with Reggie if it was not for Josh and his ridiculous grow room. Josh was not even guile enough to make a profit from it. He put her in an awful situation and then had the impudence to accuse her of cheating on him. Perhaps she did fuck Reggie, but it was not like she had a choice, at least not at first. "That's all that happened Josh, nothing else, and you don't need to know any more about it. It's over now," she adamantly snapped.

Ch. 9

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love4kpopstars · 7 years

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I didn’t mean that- Yoongi

A/N: Well I’m back!! Yay! Hopy you’ll enjoy and sorry for a long absence.

WC: 2024

Summary:

Part: one shot

(gif not mine, cr to owners)

Dating an idol isn’t the easiest thing and you knew that. After begin in a relationship with Min Yoongi, or as fans call him, Suga for 2 years you realised that it’s hard and that it has it’s ups and downs.

You met him in a coffee shop. He bumped into you and spilled coffee all over you. Then he wanted to make it up to you so you two met again and had lunch together. You and Yoongi quickly became friends and after some time you two started dating.

You really loved Yoongi and really cared about him. There were times that you and Yoongi had problems but so does every couple do. You two never had a very serious fight, that after it you didn’t talk to each other. Suga always made sure to show you how much he loved you. He would give 100 kisses and hug you all the time. Even in front of his friends he'd show some kind off affection. And you always felt his love to you...well at least till now.

You've noticed that Yoongi has been acting weird lately. After work he woulgo straight to sleep, in the morning he would leave without saying anything and he would wake up in the middle of the night and sit on his phone or computer. It wouldn't be so weird but it seemed like he was avoiding you.

It stared to worry you because Yoongi was never like this. You stared thinking that he stoped loving you or that he was cheating on you. You had thoughts like this before because he's an idol. He's popular all over the world and he could have any girl he wants and you're just...you, a normal girl. But he assured you that he loves you and to him you are perfect.

One night you heard something in the kitchen and decided to go chcek it. You noticed that Yoongi wasn't in bed so you figured that it was probably him in the kitchen. But you were wrong

.-Jin, what are you doing?- You asked him as you sat down by the table.

-Oh Y/N, I just couldn't sleeo so I decided to get a glass of water.- he explained and sat next to you.

-And you?- He added.

-I heard a noise in the kitchen ans saw that Yoongi's not in the bed, so I thought it was him, but well.- You told him with a sad face.

-Y/N is everthing ok?- Jin ask concerned.

-Seokjin I don't know what's happening to him. He's been acting so weird lately. He became so distaint, so cold towards me.- You looked at him with worried eyes

.-Don't worry. I'm sure he's ok and there's nothing wrong.- Jin smiled at you and hugged at you.

At that moment you heard the door open. It was Yoongi. He went in and looked at you and Jin. Without saying anything he went to his room and you went after him.

-Where were you?- You asked as you closed the door.

-Nowhere, just went out for a walk.- He said without even looking at you.

-Baby, talk to me please.- You sat next to him and placed your hand on his shoulder.

-Y/N not now, I'm tired.- He brushed you hand off and went to sleep.

You felt even more sad and worried. You didn't want to go to sleep now, not next to him. You went to the bathroom and looked at the mirror. You felt depressed and guilty. You stared feelling like all of this is your fault. That Yoongi became distant and that he stopped loving you. You stared sobbing and tried to be quiet not to wake anyone up.

After some time you heard someone waling towards the bathroom. You tried to calm yourself sown as you heard the voice.

-Y/N, are you there? Are you crying? What's wrong?- You recognised this voice, it was Namjoon.

-I'm fine.-You opend the door and look at him.

-Well you're clearly not because you're crying.- He grabbed your hand you took you to the living room.

- So what's wrong?- He asked and gave you the tissue.

You explained to him what was on you mind and how you feel about Yoongi's behaviour. He told you to stop blaming yourself and not to worry that much. And that it's probably because he's stressed and busy. After that he went to sleep and you decided to just sit here and think. You didn't even realise that you feel asleep on the couch. When you woke up guys alredy left for practise.

~”Not Today” playing in the background~

-Okay guys that's it for today. That was great. Rest and see you tomorrow.- The choregrapher said and went out.

The practise just ended and Namjoon decided to talk to Yoongi after what happend yesterday. He couldn't understand why his friend was acting so different and wanted to know what was going on in his mind.

-Yoongi can we talk?- Namjoon came up to him.

-Yeah, what's up.?- Yoongi was curious what Namjoon wanted to talk about. -What's the hell is going with you?- Rap Mon asked without hesitation.

-What do you mean?- Suga was confused.

-I talked with Y/N last night, she was crying. She told me that you are acting different and I also noticed it. She blames herself for that, she thinks you stopped loving and caring about her.- Namjoon said with serious face.

-What? That's ridiciuoulus. I love her and care about her. Why would she even think like that?- Yoogni was both worried and confused.

-Yoongs you've been ignoring her for like 2 weeks and you didn't give any fuck about her.- Leader looked dissapointed.

-God damit you guys. All of you keep o picking up on me. Like fuck I'm just stressed an have a lot of work and you start thinking some weird shit.- Yoongi was angry.

-Okay look calm down.-Namjoon tried to talk to him but Yoongi slammed the door and went out.

-What happened?- All of the guys asked.

-Nothing. But let's not go home now.- Namjoon informed .

-Why?- Tae asked.

-That's where Yoongi is going and he and Y/N need to talk.-Jin added.

You heard the door slamming. You looked at that direction and saw Yoongi. He didn't look happy.

-What's wrong?- You asked.

-Nothing.- He said coldly.

-No Yoongi. Can you stop begin do distant. Just fucking talk to me.- You couldn't hold it in anymore

. -What Y/N!? I don't have anything to tell you. And even if I don't want to talk to you right now.- He was getting more angry.

-You've been acting like this for 2 weeks. You ignored me for 2 weeks and you don't even want to tell me what's wrong. What did you stop loving me? Are you cheating on me, did you fing someone else? Tell me.- You grabbed his arm and turnesd him around so that he was facing you.

-ARE FUCKING CRAZY?! CHEATING? GOD DAMN Y/N WHAT ELSE DID YOU THINK HUH? THAT I'M DEPRESSED OR THAT I'M GONNA KILL MYSELF. I'M JUST A HUMAN, I TOO HAVE BAD DAYS AND CAN GET STRESSED BECAUSE OF WORK! AND WHEN I GET HOME I JUST WANT TO RELAZ AND YOU KEEP ON ANNOYING ME. I'M FED UP. I'M DONE WITH YOU. I DON;T WANT TO SEE YOU EVER AGIAN. DO YOU GET IT?!- He looked at you with his eyes full of anger and saw you, with your eyes full of tears.

-Yes I got it.- You've had enough, he just crossed the line. You ran out of there crying,.

After that he realised what he has done. He screamed at you out of annoyence becaue he was stressed, he had so much work latley that he acted like not him. He did not meant what he said. None of it. He loves you so much and he doesn't want to lose you.

-Yoongi is everything alrighgt?- Jimin asked as he and guys came in.

-I fucked up. I need to go and get her- That's all he said.

-Well then you better hurry cuz it's pouring outside.-Jungkook added.

Yoongi storemed out of the dorm. After realising what he had done he was devasted. If something happend to you because of him, because of what he said, he would never forgive himslef. He stared looking for you. He went to all your favourite places. His legs were weak and he was out of breath but he promised himself that he's not gonna stop until he finds you.

He saw on you in front of a park that the two of you went to a lot. You were standig on the other side of the road. The rain was pouring and everything was unclear. He called you but you didn't hear him nor saw him. You stared crossing the road when you heard someone calling your name. You looked up and saw Yoongi. He was saying something but you couldn't really hear him. You didn't want to see him or talk to him so you turned around and that's when you saw lights. Car lights. They were getting closet so fat that you couldn't react fast enough. Next thing you remeber was seeing Yoongi screaming your name and guys looking terrified. After that all you could see was black. -Y/N!!- Yoongi screamd and ran to you.

-Yoongi! We need to get her to the hospital.- Jin said and the guys agreed.

Yoongi took you in his arms and ran to the van. He was so scared. You weren't reacting to him calling you and there was so much blood. As soon as he got to the hospital he look for a doctor. When the staff took you away Yoongi fell on the floor. He was exhausted. He was taken to other room to rest.

When he woke up he saw guys Hosek, Tae and Jimin standig by the window.

-How's Y/N?- he immidietly asked.

-She's in another room. Namjoon and Jungkook are there and Jin is talking to the doctor.- Hoseok replied.

-I wanna go see her.- Yoongi got up and started walking toward your room. He was standing in front of you room.

He was too scared to go in. He blamed himself for what happend.

-Go in. We're gonna wait here.- Jin told him.

He went in and when he saw your face with bruises and laying there with your eyes closed he couldn't hold it in. He sat next to your bed and held your hand.

-I'm so sorry Y/N. It's all m fault. If you hear me please forgive me. I was such an asshole to you. You were hurting and I didn't even realised and asked. And now you're laying here because of me. I'm so sorry baby.- He was sobbing when you felt how you squeezed his hand an d heard your soft voice.

-Yoongi.- You slowly opend your eyyes and saw Yoongi.

-Y/N, thank god you're okay. I was so worried. Y/N I'm so so sorry. It all happend because of me. I never ment for that to happen. I never wanted to hurt you. I know I was a dick but I was so stressed because there is a lot of work and I just… I'm so sorry baby.- He sounded so sad.

-Yoongi…- You whispered.

-I didn't mean what I said. I love you and I would never cheat on you. You are the only one for me. I l love you so much.- He looked at you.

-I love you too Yoongi. Just please don't be like this again.- You smiled.

-I promise.- He kissed you and laid next to you.

After one week they released you from hospital and you and Yoongi were happy again. From now on whenever Yoongi has a lot of work and is stressed he talks to you and you two solve it together. Yoongi still blames himslef for what happend even though you are fine now. But you tell him that it's not his fault and to just forget about it.

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lastbluetardis · 7 years

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Warm Memories, Warmer Hearts

This was written for the lovely @hanluvr for the @dwsecretsanta gift exchange! I’m so sorry this is so late, but I hope you like it!!

And a big thanks to @chocolatequeennk for helping with the title! Otherwise it would’ve been a really awful pun.

Tentoo x Rose, ~3300 words, nsfw

After three Christmases spent on Earth together, the Doctor and Rose take to the stars to start their own holiday celebrations.

AO3

“It’s a time machine, Mum,” Rose explained for at least the tenth time that week. “Me an’ the Doctor want to have a bit of a celebration alone. It’s our first Christmas where the TARDIS is big enough to travel in. But I promise we’ll be home in time for Christmas dinner.”

“Twelve months, that’s all I’m saying,” Jackie said stubbornly as she draped garland across the huge evergreen in her living room.

“Oi!”

Rose giggled as the Doctor poked his head in from the kitchen, a bit of flour smeared across his cheek.

“I’ll have you know, that was not my fault!” he defended. “The TARDIS has a mind of her own, the stubborn old girl.”

“So how can you be sure you’ll be back in time for supper if that bloody ship can land whenever it wants?” Jackie challenged sharply.

“Mum,” Rose said, spinning her away from the Doctor before their ribbing could grow into a row. “Mum, you’ll just have to trust us. I know you don’t like it, but this is our Christmas gift to each other. We’ve spent three Christmases with you, like a normal family. But now we want to start celebrating Christmas in our own way.”

Jackie huffed out a breath but didn’t say anything else, and Rose knew she’d listen to her mum gripe and moan about it for the next few days. But no matter. She and her Doctor would be off in their TARDIS in just one week’s time.

oOoOo

“Are you ready, Rose Tyler?” the Doctor asked, a giddy grin on his face. He bounced on his toes as he hovered his hand over the dematerialization lever.

“Always,” she said excitedly.

The Doctor moved around the TARDIS in a loved and familiar dance as he sent them into the Vortex and to his Christmas gift destination.

The TARDIS landed with a heavy thud that had them both clinging to the central console to keep from being tossed to the ground. Rose laughed cheerfully and heard it echoed by the Doctor.

“So where are we?” she asked, skipping up next to him to look at the computer screen. But for the first time in the nearly four months since she’d been big enough to travel, the TARDIS wasn’t showing the English translation.

“It’s a surprise,” the Doctor chastised, batting her hand away as she started pressing random buttons to translate the circular symbols. “Go on and fetch a coat, eh? If we are where I planned us to be, you’ll be needing one.”

Rose leaned up and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek before turning and running down the corridor that led to their bedroom.

The Doctor, meanwhile, cracked open the door and nodded his satisfaction. He’d landed when and where he intended, for once.

“Got one for you too!”

A heavy coat was thrust into his hands, as were mittens and a scarf. The Doctor donned his winter weather apparel as Rose finished lacing up her snow boots.

“Ready, Rose Tyler?” the Doctor asked, standing in front of the TARDIS doors.

She grinned and nodded her head. The Doctor spun around and opened the door with a flourish, revealing a familiar rolling landscape of snow and ice.

Rose gasped as she was taken back almost seven years in her memories as she took a tentative step onto Woman Wept.

“Oh, this is perfect!” she gasped, staring out over the frozen waves. It was almost pitch-black, save for the dozens of strands of fairy lights strung all across the frozen waters, making them glitter and shine in the darkness.

“It is, isn’t it?” he asked, feeling quite pleased with himself. “I always meant to take you back here. Never quite got around to it.”

He watched as Rose wandered around the frozen waves. They weren’t nearly as large as the ones on the other Woman Wept, but there were still thick rivulets of ice jutting out of the waters.

“In our original universe, the waves were frozen during a storm due to some mishap with its sun,” the Doctor explained as Rose wandered around the ice. “For some reason, that never happened in this universe.”

“So why’s it all still frozen?” Rose asked curiously.

“We’re several billion years in the future of this planet,” the Doctor said. “The sun’s burnt out. Without its warmth and light, everything slowly froze. I’ll have to bring you back here before the sun burnt out. It was a beach resort then.”

“This is beautiful,” Rose murmured, and she turned back to face him. “Thank you, Doctor.”

He hummed happily at her and said, “Remember last time we were here, you made a rather excellent suggestion, should we ever return?”

He reached inside the TARDIS and pulled out two pairs of ice skates.

“Fancy a bit of ice skating on an empty planet in the starlight?” the Doctor asked, playfully wiggling his eyebrows at her.

Rose giggled as she walked back to him. When she’d visited Woman Wept with her first Doctor, she’d teased him that they should’ve brought their ice skates after they slipped and stumbled their way through the frozen waters.

“It’s a date,” she said, giving him a tongue-touched smile as she leaned up against the TARDIS to swap out her boots for the skates.

When they were both properly laced up, the Doctor took her hand in his and guided her onto the icy surface of Woman Wept. He tried to twine their fingers together, but their mittens made that impossible. He grumbled under his breath as he took off one of her mittens and urged her to stick her bare hand into his mitten.

“Bigger on the inside,” she observed dryly when the Doctor grinned in triumph as his fingers curled around hers.

“Of course!” the Doctor said proudly.

They skated leisurely around the waves, laughing whenever one of them lost their footing and nearly toppled to the ground.

“Where’d the lights all come from?” Rose asked, her eyes widening when she realized they stretched on into the dark horizon.

“Erm, well, funny you should ask,” the Doctor said, fiddling with his scarf. “I sort of popped out one day and sort of, erm, put them up?”

“When was this?” she asked, trying not to be annoyed that he’d taken a trip in the TARDIS without her. They both promised each other they never would, just in case something went wrong, but he’d obviously worked so hard on making this trip perfect for her—for them—that she couldn’t be properly angry with him.

“A few weeks ago,” the Doctor admitted sheepishly. “When you and your mum went out shopping. Nipped out for a few hours, landed back home exactly seven minutes after I left.”

“Thank you,” Rose murmured. She skated to a stop to better tug him down for a kiss. “This is beautiful.”

“You’re very welcome,” the Doctor replied with a giddy grin.

The continued skating until they were half-numb with the cold. They made their way back to the TARDIS, and were delighted when the ship had a surprise waiting for them: steam rolled out from their bathroom, bringing with it the scent of lavender. Rose patted the walls in thanks as she started stripping off her layers. The Doctor joined her a minute later, having just sent them into the Vortex for the night, and hummed his appreciation when he saw the hot bath waiting for them.

The Doctor stepped in first, wincing at the almost too-hot temperature, and slowly lowered himself into the steaming water. His skin tingled as it was thawed by the bath water, and he held out his hand for Rose. She climbed in and settled herself between his legs. She moaned as the hot water seemed to seep down to her very bones and extract the lingering chill from their ice skating excursion.

The Doctor tugged her snuggly against his front and wrapped his arms around her waist.

“Merry Christmas, Rose,” he murmured, nuzzling her shoulder as he pressed long, open-mouthed kisses to her skin.

“Merry Christmas, Doctor.”

His mouth continued to explore her neck as he traced circles around her belly button and up her ribs until his fingertips just barely skirted the undersides of her breasts.

Her sharp intake of breath made him smile, and he continued to teasingly trace circles across her breasts. She leaned back against him, granting him better access to whatever part of her he wanted to touch. He scooped up the sudsy water and let it trickle all down her front, teasing her puckered nipples.

He leaned forward and trailed a series of small kisses across her cheek until Rose realized what he was after, and she turned her head to catch his lips between hers. The angle was awkward, but they didn’t mind, not when the pressure of their mouths felt so good.

They nipped and sucked each other’s lips as the Doctor’s hands grew restless. She moaned into his mouth when he scraped his fingertips through the coarse hairs between her thighs.

She spread her legs to encourage him, but he seemed content with tracing the seam where her thigh met her hip.

“Doctor, please,” she moaned, leaning her head back against his collarbone.

He pressed a kiss to her temple and finally let his fingers skate across her lower lips. She sighed out a moan and arched into his touch, urging for more.

He let his fingers slip pass the seam of her labia and into her wet, slippery heat. She gasped in pleasure and clenched her hands around his shins.

The Doctor pressed trailing kisses across her jaw until he reclaimed her lips in another kiss. She lifted her hand from the water and gripped the back of his neck to deepen the kiss. Her tongue traced against his and teasingly flicked against it in such a way that was reminiscent of her mouth on a different part of him.

A part that was enthusiastically prodding against her bum.

He hummed into her mouth as he rubbed his erection lazily against the small of her back as his fingers probed her deeper.

She broke the kiss with a hiss and arched up into his touch, making water slosh up and over the tub.

He rubbed his index and middle fingers against either side of her clit as he dropped his other hand from her breast down to where his other hand was already teasing her. He eased two fingers inside her, moaning against her shoulder as he continued to rut himself against her.

“Faster,” she whimpered. “Please.”

He obliged, and put more direct pressure against her clit as he curled his fingers in and out of her more quickly. She let out that high, breathy moan he was so intimately familiar with, and he was both surprised and chuffed that she was already so close.

“I love you,” he whispered into her ear as he moved his hands in time with the rocking of her hips. “Come for me, Rose.”

She arched back against him and cried out a litany of curses as her muscles squeezed his fingers then pulsed around them. The Doctor bit his lip as her movement gave his cock such delicious friction, but he wasn’t quite ready for their night to be over, so he forced his hips away from hers as he brought her down from her high.

“Blimey,” she moaned, slumping back against him.

He kissed her temple and eased his fingers out of her. He wrapped his arms around her waist tightly, which unfortunately brought her back into contact with his throbbing erection.

“You didn’t…?” Rose scooted forward and reached back to take him in her hand.

He sucked in a sharp breath and reluctantly peeled her fingers away from his cock.

“In a minute,” he promised. “Let’s finish our bath first.”

“Well, I’m all warmed up,” Rose said with a cheeky grin. “So, if it’s all the same to you, let’s take this to our bed?”

The Doctor growled his agreement before he opened the drain and stood up. Rose smirked up at him, and lifted herself onto her knees and spun around so that her mouth was just inches from his cock. It had softened somewhat in the interim, but soon sprang to full attention when Rose swiped her tongue from base to tip and sucked him into her mouth.

“Oh, Gods, Rose!” he gasped, clenching his hands into fists as her clever little tongue swirled around the tip of his cock.

She reached up to stroke the base of him as she hollowed her cheeks around him and hummed.

“Shit, Rose, stop!” he ground out, feeling his stomach swoop in warning. “Stop, stop, stop. Bed. Now. Please.”

Rose pulled off of him and gave his cock one last kiss before she stood up, too.

“You little minx,” he murmured, grabbing her by the hips to tug her in for a kiss.

“Oh, you love it,” she mumbled against his mouth as his lips moved sloppily against hers.

He grunted his agreement as he sucked her bottom lip into his mouth. He gave it a sharp nip for her cheek, then soothed it with his tongue as he dropped his hands to her bum to rub and squeeze the firm flesh.

He shuddered against her when she buried her hands into his hair and scraped at his scalp. He popped his lips away from hers and panted for breath as his arousal bubbled deep in his belly.

“Bed,” he croaked, stepping shakily out of the tub and onto the mat.

Rose followed, and they gave themselves a quick rubdown with the towel to keep from completely soaking their sheets before walking to their bed. Rose flopped down heavily, biting her lip against a smile as the Doctor’s eyes glazed over at the way her breasts jiggled on impact. His cock was still hard and the tip was flushed red, and Rose watched him wrap his hand around himself and give himself a few lazy strokes.

He snapped out of his daze when Rose arranged their pillows behind her back, and he crawled onto the bed with her. He slowly kissed his way up her feet and legs, before he pressed his lips to her inner thighs. Her muscles quivered beneath his lips as he inched his way nearer to her center, where she was radiating such moist heat.

She cried out when his tongue darted out to tease her clit, and then groaned in frustration when he continued to kiss his way up her hips.

“Bloody tease,” she growled.

“Pot, kettle,” he murmured distractedly as he sucked on the skin of her hipbones.

Rose sighed and wriggled restlessly on the bed as he continued his slow and thorough trek up her body. She loved when he got like this, when he seemed to want to worship every inch of her body, but right now she desperately wanted to feel him inside her.

“Please, Doctor,” she whimpered, knowing he could never refuse her anything when she said please. “Please make love to me.”

He exhaled raggedly and unlatched his mouth from her nipples as he settled himself into the cradle of her thighs. His wriggled his hips until his cock settled against her clit, and they both moaned at the stimulation. He shuddered and panted as his cock became slippery as he rubbed against her. He caught her lips in a fierce kiss as he continued teasing them, feeling so much love for the beautiful woman beneath him.

On the next rock of his hips, the tip of his cock slipped and bumped against her entrance. She unthinkingly reached down to line him up and sighed happily when he took the hint. He inched into her slowly, stretching her deliciously.

She shivered and clenched her fingers around his bum, wanting to yank him forward to seat him completely inside of her, but loving the slow tease.

He was finally as deep as he could go, and he groaned lowly at the feel of her hot, slick muscles gripping him tightly.

“You feel so good, love,” he murmured, leaning down to catch her lips in a slow and lazy kiss.

“So do you,” she whispered, clenching her lower muscles and grinning up at him as he gasped and surged his hips forward.

“Bloody hell, Rose,” he hissed, tentatively pulling out of her before thrusting back into her.

They settled into a rhythm almost instantly, a slow rocking of their hips that encouraged a slow buildup of pressure within them both. Their bedroom was filled with their soft sighs and moans as they made tender love to each other.

“You close, love?” the Doctor choked out when that familiar, aching pressure bubbled low in his belly.

She nodded and tightened her arms and legs around him. “Getting there.”

“Can you get there faster?” he grunted, willing himself to hold out for her. He dropped his hand between them and rubbed at her clit as he sucked a nipple into his mouth.

She keened lowly as her stomach swooped in warning.

“Thank fuck,” he mumbled as he felt her walls start to pulse around him. “Come on, Rose. Come for me.”

He thrust frantically into her as she raked her nails down his spine and arched beneath him, panting and groaning his name.

“Oh, Rose,” he moaned, burying his face into her neck as he surged into her as deep as he could go as the pressure in his gut exploded outward. Pleasure pulsed through him in a familiar rush, and his muscled spasmed as he let himself get pulled under.

When he was aware of the world around him, his cheek was pillowed on Rose’s breast and Rose’s arms and legs were holding him on top of her.

“Merry Christmas, love,” he murmured, pressing a series of kisses to the swell of her breasts.

“Merry Christmas, Doctor,” she replied, stroking her fingers through his damp hair. “Thank you for today. It was absolutely beautiful.”

“I’m glad you liked it,” he said happily. “I’ve got a few more ideas about where to go before we head back to your mum’s. As you said, this is a time machine. We could travel the universe for years and still be back in time for Christmas dinner.”

Rose laughed at him and playfully swatted his bum.

“You know we can’t do that.”

He pouted up at her.

“Oh, come off it, you love my mum,” Rose said.

He sniffed sharply and nuzzled his face back into her breasts.

“If you don’t mind, can we not mention your mother when we’re in bed together?” the Doctor muttered, but Rose saw the gleam of affection in his eyes. As much as they bickered, she knew how much her mum and her Doctor loved each other.

“So, where are we gonna go next?” Rose asked, glancing up at the ceiling. The TARDIS’s gift to them had been their bedroom ceiling, which she had programmed to look like the night sky in London, minus all the light pollution.

“Hmm.” The Doctor rolled off of her and flopped onto his back. He opened his arms for her, and Rose settled her cheek on his chest. He then pointed straight above them and murmured, “That way.”

Rose stifled a grin into his skin as she asked, “That way?”

“No, hold on…” He angled his hand just a fraction to the left, and said, “That way.”

Rose giggled into his chest at the memory of their first Christmas together, and she reached up to twine his fingers with hers. She brought it to her chest and turned to hug her Doctor more tightly as she murmured, “And it is gonna be…”

“Fantastic,” he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead.

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