#the shook kid in the 3rd gif is also me

[thebiggerbear]

"You're safe now, I'm here." - Soldier Boy x Reader - Prompt Response

Summary: Soldier Boy has been on a ton of dangerous missions in his time, fought a lot of battles, but never did he imagine he would be undertaking the one you had just tasked him with. Shit.

A/N: This is a prompt from @sydnee-kom-spacekru. A sort of sequel to the prompt response for "Sleep. I'll keep you safe." Been working on this since January 3rd. I had way too much fun with this one.

Happy Mother's Day to all of the mothers out there, all of the fur baby mamas, and all those who celebrate!

@deans-spinster-witch this is what popped into my head when you said "dangerous mission" lol. Once it was in there, I couldn't get it out. I hope it's decent and that you like it.

Unbeta'd so all mistakes are mine.

Warnings: Soldier Boy being himself; some misogyny; some homophobic language; some antiquated thinking (SB); angst; a lot of mentions of shit (yes, literal shit); language (I guess?); some smut; mention of breeding kink; a bit of a lactation kink (I know they did the Coke and milk thing in the show but you can't tell me he wouldn't have at least been on the verge of this kink if the opportunity arose)

Word Count: 11k+

SB Taglist: @deans-spinster-witch; @birdiellie; @heartlessdelusions; @nancymcl; @brightlilith; @muhahaha303; @just-levyy

“You’re safe now, I’m here.”

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Please do not do any of the above. Thank you for your understanding.

Ben let out an aggravated sigh for what felt like the fortieth time and turned back to the table, his nose wrinkled. He glanced down and saw his daughter’s wide eyes watching him as she kicked her little legs, slobbering all over the fingers of one hand she had in her mouth. He made a face and shook his head, remembering when he told her “You’re lucky you’re cute, kid”, when she’d done the same thing about an hour before. He didn’t know what was so tasty about those fingers especially when there were other tastier options available. 

Speaking of which, you just had to pick the fucking perfect time to do your pumping shit so he would be stuck doing this shit, in the literal sense of the word. Ben thought he’d been on dangerous missions before but nothing ever made him want to retreat in the other direction more than the one he was about to embark on. The smell wafted up to him once more as the baby kicked her legs again.

“Christ, this kid fucking stinks.”

“Language!”

He rolled his eyes and glanced back over his shoulder, though he couldn’t see you. “It’s not like she understands what the fuck I’m saying!”

“Ben! We talked about this!”

“Yeah, yeah,” he grumbled, turning back to his little girl. “No cursing around the baby,” he mocked you in a high voice, smirking when a small smile formed on her face.

Another wave hit him and he held a hand up to his nose. “Are you almost done in there?” He complained.

“No! I still have a little more to go.” He knew that; he could hear the machine still making its weird noises almost as if it was next to his ear. He hated and loved that thing. Hated it because it was so damn loud to his ears and it ruined a perfectly sexy image in his head when he first saw you doing it. Loved it because it was helping your body do one of the natural things it was designed to do and it also allowed him to get some one on one time with you out of the house for the occasional few hours if you could get Elena or Queen Lesbo to babysit. As a matter of fact, as harsh as the sounds were and how unsexy it was, it got him downright hard sometimes when he thought of either scenario because both brought it all back to sex for him. Either he was daydreaming about fucking another baby into you while watching you or he was thinking about how he was going to be fucking you later that evening when the two of you were alone. This time, though, it was going to be neither. 

You were getting ready to go out to have lunch with Elena, have some girl time or some shit. Whatever the fuck that meant. It certainly wasn’t what he’d been thinking the first time you mentioned it, which to him was a complete fucking wasted opportunity. He wasn’t into Elena at all or The One-Eyed Bitch Queen but he was definitely into seeing you get off. Just as long as it wasn’t another guy, he was good with it. But instead, his hopes had been dashed when your expression of disgust transformed into you pinching the bridge of your nose and explaining what girl time for you actually meant. His annoyance grew (and his nerves skyrocketed though he would never tell you that) when you mentioned he would be the one babysitting this time. He wasn’t happy but neither were you and when it came down to it, you were the victor of that argument.  

And now he had this shit on top of it, pun very much fucking intended. Needless to say, Ben was beyond done at this point.    

“Just change the diaper already,” you urged, your tone strained with the last threads of patience. “The longer she stays in her own mess, the more likely she is to get a rash and possible infection. Then she will be in pain and she’ll have to see the doctor. We don’t want that to happen. I’ve told you this time and time again and I’ve shown you how to do it. No more excuses, Ben. Just change it.”

Ben could feel his ire rising. “So you want me to do what you should be doing? I’m not the goddamn woman here!” He regretted it as soon as he said it. He heard you turn the machine off and he knew he was in for it now.

“What did you just say?” He heard you ask menacingly from the other room. Oh fuck. He knew he had about ten seconds to turn this around or the rest of the day and night were going to be shit. Worse than the actual shit he was smelling. He’d be lucky if he’d be able to sit next to you at the table later at dinner, never mind touch you again for the next few days.

“Nothing,” he grumbled, pulling a new diaper from the open package next to him and glancing down at the squirming baby in front of him. He was relieved when he heard the machine start up again and leaned over the table to lay down the law to his daughter. “Alright, look, kid, we gotta make some sort of deal here. You can’t be shitting up a storm and stinking up the place while your mother is out. Piss I can deal with. Puke, bad but doable. Shit…no fucking way.” He began to unbutton her onesie, screwing up his face in disgust as the smell slapped him in the face. “So if you really care about your old man and you want him to be happy, you’ll stop shitting all over the goddamn place. Got it?”

The baby gurgled back at him and he saw more drool coming out of her little mouth. 

Ben shook his head, giving her a sharp look. The least she could do was not look so happy about him having to do this for her. He gently pulled her legs out of the onesie as you’d shown him how to do (he ripped one too many the first week she was home) and he frowned when he saw a damp brown stain, the smell becoming even worse. He lifted her legs and as he’d suspected, the shit was fucking everywhere, having catapulted past the edge of the diaper and down her back. He briefly shut his eyes and looked away, groaning loudly, “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.” He attempted to take a breath that didn’t smell like he was wading around in the worst shit someone ever took. Like he was that little bastard Termite and he’d shot too far off the mark. 

“Now what?” You yelled back.

“She shit everywhere! It’s all up and down her back.” He looked back down at his daughter. “Really?” Another gurgle. “Christ.”

“Yeah, because she’s been sitting in a full diaper for the last thirty minutes while you’ve been non-stop complaining about it, that’s why! Just get her cleaned up and into a new diaper, some new clothes, and then put her in her bouncy chair so you can clean the table. Or if you’re feeling adventurous, give her a bath. A bath is probably better.”

“Why don’t you come in here and fucking handle it then? I’ve told you, my sense of smell is about ten times what yours is!”

You huffed out an aggravated breath. “Because you have to learn how to take care of her, Ben! You’re her father for God’s sake. You should be able to handle one damn diaper change without being a child about it! What if I wasn’t here anymore? You’d be the one doing it all then.”

He straightened up at that, glaring back in your direction. “What do you mean if you weren’t here? Where the fuck would you go?”

“Language, Ben! Jesus!”

His jaw clenched and he turned back to grab a fresh wipe or five. He bunched them up in his hand and lifted the baby’s legs and began to wipe. There was so much shit, the wipes were filled instantly and it got onto his hand. “Fucking hell!” His daughter’s smile faded and she began to look as if she were about to cry. 

“What now?” You snapped. 

“It’s all over my goddamn hand, that’s what!” He bellowed.

“Well, wipe it off, get her cleaned up, then wash your hands.” There was no compassion in your tone, only irritation.

Ben should have shut the fuck up right then and there, and just done what you’d tasked him with. But, he was fucking done and livid at your obvious lack of sympathy. “This isn’t my fucking job! It’s yours! You should be doing this! Real men don’t change their kid’s shitty diaper! Women do!” 

The machine shut off again but this time, Ben didn’t give a fuck. He’d had it. He knew you’d be pissed at what he’d just said but too fucking bad. It was true, whether you liked it or not. No matter what today’s society had to say or not. Women were the caregivers, the nurturers or whatever the fuck he’d heard on that bald-headed doctor’s show the other day, the givers of life or some shit. Real men did their job in making the kid, being the father, and putting food on the table for his family while also providing a roof over their heads. That’s how it always worked and that’s how it should still be today. He’d done his job: he’d protected you, knocked you up with his kid, and stuck around to be its father, even after finding out it wasn’t going to be the son he’d initially hoped for. And here you were, trying to get him to fucking play Mr. Mom so you could go out for a few hours and get some girl time that wasn’t even going to reap any benefits for him after you’d left the kid with him all afternoon? No fucking way. His jaw tightened as he heard you approaching quickly. He didn’t care how pissed you were; he wasn’t backing down. 

But just then, the baby began to cry, having been scared by him yelling angrily (and probably because she was wet and uncomfortable and had been for some time now). He glanced down at her, his jaw unclenching and his features softening slightly. Fuck no. Ben could withstand a lot of shit (minus actual shit), and not a lot affected him, but his daughter’s cries? And because of him? That was his kryptonite. “No, no, no. Don’t cry, Princess. Daddy’s sorry he yelled, okay? He didn’t mean to scare you,” he quietly soothed. He went to pick her up to hold her, forgetting that she had shit all over her, and he only realized it when it dripped all down the front of his shirt and his hands and arms were covered with it as he balanced her against his chest. “Ahhh shit!” The baby began to cry louder.

You appeared, the top of your dress fixed and buttoned, a furious expression on your face. You held out your hands. “You’re safe now, I’m here,” you spat. “Give her to me.” 

Ben glared down at you. He had been spoiling for a fight a moment ago but after the baby started to cry, some of the fury went out of him, and apparently right into you it looked like. “Listen, don’t get all pissy because—”

“I said,” you snapped. “Give her to me.”

Ben shot you a look but did as you said. He watched as you got shit all over you but you didn’t even flinch. Instead, you snatched the fresh diaper from the table and unfolded it to place behind your daughter’s poop chute before grabbing the canister of fresh wipes and a towel. You didn’t even look at him as you passed by him to head into the bathroom. Fuck, he was definitely in trouble.

He grimaced down at his messy shirt and removed it, balling it up and throwing it into the baby’s laundry basket. He made his way to the open door of the bathroom, stepping in to wash his hands and forearms at the sink as he watched you in the mirror, sitting on the edge of the tub and filling it with water, the baby’s own tub inside it. You were cooing at your daughter who wasn’t crying anymore but letting out little whines that threatened to extend back into a crying jag if need be. The baby was unhappy and from the looks of it, so were you.

He dried his hands as you began to use the fresh wipes to clean your daughter. “There we go, Ellie,” you murmured. “We’re going to get you all nice and clean, okay?”

Hearing your soft-toned reassurances to the baby, Ben figured now might be as good a time as any to try to start melting away some of your anger with him. He cleared his throat. “If you want, you don’t have to use that thing. I can get in the tub with her. I have to clean up anyway.” He gestured to his bare chest but you didn’t even look up.

“I think you’ve done quite enough today, thank you,” you answered, your tone full of ice. Yeah, he was in fucking trouble. Fuck.

“Don’t be like that. I’ve told you, my sense of smell is ten times more powerful than yours. I tried and it just didn’t work out.” He crossed his arms, his jaw tight. Why would you be fucking pissed at him? He tried his best. He got shit all over for him as a result for Christ’s sake. And he only spoke the truth.

“And what the fuck do you think this is? Chocolate? Paint?” You gestured to the shitty fresh wipes sitting in the diaper and to your ruined dress. That wasn’t what stopped him short; you never cursed in front of your daughter. 

You continued to carefully clean the baby in your lap. “I told you when I found out I was pregnant that I would do it myself. You could take off and go do whatever you wanted to do after you held up your end of the deal. You could go get high, get drunk, fuck a ton of women, play at being a superhero — whatever. But no, you said you wanted to stay. Insisted on it, actually. I told you then.” You threw another freshwipe into the diaper and grabbed a clean one. “If you stay, if you really want this, then you need to be all in. Do you remember that?”

“What the fuck are you talking about? I am all in.”

“You call this all in?” You gestured towards the messy baby who had her hands in her mouth, watching her mother, tears still dotting her eyes. 

Ben started to feel uncomfortable, something almost like shame itching at his skin, and he didn’t care for it. He dropped his gaze to the ground. “So I didn’t change one shitty diaper. You don’t need to make a big fucking deal over it.”

“Ben,” you seethed. “Look at me.”

He reluctantly glanced up at you, still annoyed. 

“She’s your daughter and she can’t do these things for herself right now. Sometimes it’s going to be messy and sometimes it’s going to smell so bad you gag. And yeah, sometimes it’s going to make you uncomfortable, but you push through all of that because you’re her father and you love her no matter what. Because you want to take care of her, to make sure she is healthy and happy every single day. She’s our responsibility for the rest of our lives. It’s no longer about you, me, or anyone else. It’s about her. Just her. That’s it.”

He unclenched his jaw, hearing the seriousness of what you were saying, the truth he didn’t want to think about underlying your very words. It wasn’t that he didn’t love his daughter, he did, but why were you so insistent on giving him the dirty work? You knew how he felt about doing this type of shit. Not to mention, it felt like you were trying to shame him for not wanting to change one fucking diaper, like you were implying that he wasn’t a good father if he didn’t waltz into the nursery, smiling and eager to do it. He was a good father and a damn good provider. If it wasn’t for him, you wouldn’t even have this place to call home. He was the one who sacrificed and played nice with the old bitch and Butcher. Hell, If it wasn’t for him, neither of you would even be here right now! 

Ben hated himself when he had that thought. What the fuck was wrong with him? But since he didn’t want to look at that too closely, instead he turned it back on you. 

“I don’t need you lecturing me on how to be a father. I am a good father, goddammit! Hell, I’m a better father than my old man ever was. I provide for her and you every single day. I gave up everything to protect you, be with you, and be there to take care of my kid. Which is a lot fucking more than some of the other dames I’ve knocked up over the years can say. I put my life on the line for you both! And this is the thanks I get? Because I didn’t change one shitty fucking diaper?” He scoffed. “You are one ungrateful bitch.”

Your eyes widened slightly and Ben regretted his words the moment they flew out of his mouth. He hadn’t meant to say those things, not to you.

Your eyes dropped to your daughter in your lap who was staring back up at you. You nodded and after a moment, you scowled up at him. “Well, since we’re such a burden and keeping you from your great life…don’t let the door hit you on your misogynistic and spoiled ass on the way out.” He could see your eyes shimmering but he could also see the absolute fury and ice daggers you were shooting him with, too. He knew then just how badly he had fucked up. 

“Y/N, I—”

“I mean it. Get your shit and leave. I’ll do this alone just like I planned to all along anyway. There you go, you’re free. No more nagging from this ungrateful bitch, no more having to act like you give a shit about either of us, no more being weighed down. You’re free to go and get fucked up and drink all you want, Soldier Boy. Go knock up some more dames and then leave them to raise those kids all on their own, too. You know, like a real man does.” If your glare could kill alone, Ben would be six feet under right now, the one thing that could end him that the Ivans never found out about. 

You placed your daughter in her little tub and stormed over to him, shoving him out the door. You couldn’t really move him but he was so caught off guard at your outburst, your words, that he moved where you pushed him. “And best of all, no more shitty fucking diapers!” You slammed the bathroom door in his face and locked the door, knowing it wouldn’t keep him out if he wanted in, but the message was clear. You were done and you were willing to go it alone; you didn’t need him and you had enough of his bullshit. He’d not only heard it in your voice, your words, but he’d also seen it in your eyes. That hurt way more than he ever thought it would.

He stood there staring at the door, stunned. His daughter began to cry and he heard you soothe her with “Shhh, it’s okay, sweetness. Mommy’s here. We’re going to get you all cleaned up and feeling better in no time. Don’t you worry, Ellie.” You began to coo to her as you bathed her and before long, she was making happy noises again. You’d even made her laugh once.

Ben stood there, not feeling right about what just happened or that his family was on the other side of the door. He could break it down if he wanted to, you both knew that, but he wouldn’t. Nor would he break the lock to get in. He knew he had let his irritation get the best of him and he’d said some things that he couldn’t take back, no matter how he might try to apologize now. Why the fuck had he said those things, anyway? 

He loved the life you had now (minus the shitty diapers obviously) and the family you’d started to build. Hell, he loved you, something he hadn’t ever really felt before for a woman other than his mother. He thought he’d felt it once with Crimson Countess but he’d been wrong. What he thought he felt for her paled in comparison to what he actually felt for you. Not just for having his kid but also for loving him and not the suit. Yes, you’d gone to him for protection and yes, he’d done his best to take advantage of that fact, but something genuine formed between the two of you. Before long, he wasn’t just protecting you to hold up his end of the deal, he was also protecting you because he couldn’t bear to lose you. He was over a century old and he had never come across someone like you before, someone who actually saw worth in him as something more than a quick lay or a celebrity or a supe. Someone who worried for him when he left your sight or took on one of your would-be assailants. Someone who actually wanted to build a life with him — with him, not Soldier Boy. 

So why the fuck had he said those things? He knew why. You had made him feel ashamed that he hadn’t gotten the job done, that he hadn’t completed the one mission you’d given him and you hadn’t even left the house yet. You’d had to come in and rescue him, do the task instead, and you hadn’t balked or even thought twice about it.

You were softly singing to Ellie and he could hear a couple of breaks in your voice, betraying how upset you really were though you were trying to hide it for your daughter’s sake. 

Ben hung his head in shame when he heard you get choked up and stop for a moment, sniffling, before you started back up again. He threw on a fresh shirt and got to work cleaning the shit from the changing pad and this time, he didn’t complain.

Ben watched as you carried the baby into the room, still not looking at him. You saw that the table was clean and moved over to place your daughter on it, grabbing the clean onesie he’d set aside and began to dress her. “You’re still here?” You bit out though he could detect a hint of genuine surprise there, too. 

“Still here,” he murmured, hoping you would hear how sorry he was without him having to say it.

You finished buttoning up the onesie and popped the pacifier into Ellie’s mouth that he’d left out for you. “Think you can manage to watch her while I take a ten minute shower?”

“Since when do you take ten minute showers?” He’d meant it as a teasing question, to try to lighten the mood a little, but you turned a glare onto him, beginning to unbutton the top of your dress. 

“Forget it. I’ll put her in her bouncy seat and bring her in with me. You can go.” You went to pick up the baby when he held his hands out.

“I can watch her. Go take your shower.”

He could see the clear distrust in your eyes but you handed him your daughter nonetheless but not before you kissed her head. “Mommy will be right back, Ellie,” you whispered, stroking her back. You glanced up at him, unsure, but then turned to make your way to the bathroom, continuing to undo the fastenings on your dress. He let out a huge sigh when he heard the door snick closed and the shower start up.

“Daddy’s in big trouble, Princess,” he murmured to Ellie. She gazed up at him, going to town on her pacifier, her brows drawing together slightly from the effort. He smiled and dropped a kiss down on her little forehead. “That’s one thing you have in common with your old man. We love the nipples.” He chuckled under his breath, imagining just how hard you would roll your eyes and swat at his shoulder if you heard that. But instead, he heard a much more heartbreaking sound from you. You were crying…in the shower. Fuck. 

At that moment, he heard a car slowing down and pulling into the driveway. One glance out the window confirmed it was Elena. In the midst of all this, he’d forgotten you had plans for the day. Just then, he got an idea and hurried towards the front door. He had just reached it by the time Elena was about to push the doorbell. He whipped it open, making her jump in surprise. After she saw it was Ben with the baby in tow, she recovered quickly. “Oh, hey Ben. Is Y/N ready yet? Hi, Ellie.” She gave a tiny wave to your daughter, smiling.

“Uh, not yet. She’s in the shower. Hey, can you watch Ellie for a few? I’ve got something I need to do and I can’t take her with me.”

Elena seemed uncertain for a moment, studying him as if she were wondering what he was about to do, but then relented with a shrug. “Sure.” He opened the door wider for her to come in and once she had put her coat and purse on a chair, he handed Ellie over to her. 

“Thanks. Be right back, Princess.” He stroked the back of the baby’s head with his fingers before hurrying out of the room, intent on doing whatever he had to in order to make things right.

Ben quietly slipped into the bathroom, undressed, and snuck into the shower behind you. You had stopped crying after the doorbell sounded so you most likely knew Elena was here and waiting. You were rubbing suds-covered hands all over the front of your body. 

While you cleaned your front, Ben’s eyes roamed over your back. He was already predictably hard, just seeing you naked. You had the perfect ass and even though you still had some baby weight that you were trying to lose, in his eyes, you were fucking gorgeous. You had mournfully admitted a couple of weeks ago that your stomach was soft and you were embarrassed by the visible stretch marks and your wider hips, not to mention the few pounds sticking around. Your breasts were bigger (something he didn’t see as a problem), the areolas darker than ever before, and you were feeling a bit insecure about your new shape. He loved the new you, which he made sure to tell you over and over as he fucked you that night. You were the mother of his kid, you’d given birth to her, nourished her from your body, and you could give him even more. It endlessly fascinated him that his seed had taken root in you and a healthy child grew from it, one that was half you and half him. He’d literally fucked a baby into you and every time he saw you like this, he wanted to do it again (though you’d told him your body needed at least a year or two to recuperate before you could even entertain the idea of another pregnancy). You looked so fucking gorgeous carrying his kid and now, you were even more beautiful if that was possible. It was pure beauty that he saw when you breastfed his daughter, when you smiled down at her, talked to her, and rocked her to sleep. There wasn’t a day that went by that he didn’t want you, on your back (or your hands and knees, he wasn’t picky), taking load after load from him until he knocked you up once more. 

So he had been dumbfounded and almost incredulous when you nervously admitted all of this to him, implying that maybe he didn’t find you attractive anymore and maybe he’d prefer a flat-stomached, tighter, younger, free-to-bang-all-day woman instead. That or some old lady. He’d fucked that notion right out of your head.

But now as he stepped toward you, not only was he incredibly turned on by you and how beautiful he still thought you were, but he also realized right then, just like he had many times before this moment, you were the only one he wanted. He wrapped his arms around you and pressed a kiss to your wet shoulder.

You let out a small gasp in surprise. “Where’s Ellie?”

“Elena’s got her.” 

“Well, I’m not doing anything with you in this shower so you might as well get out,” you snapped and attempted to wriggle out of his embrace. When you couldn’t, you huffed out an aggravated breath and went back to rubbing soap over your skin. 

He nosed your wet hair out of the way to get closer to your ear. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I never should’ve said that shit.”

“No, you shouldn’t have,” you muttered, gliding soap down your arms. 

“I love you,” he murmured to the skin of your neck before dropping a kiss. “I love my little princess.” Another kiss. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“Really? Because it sounds like you want to be somewhere else.”

“No, I don’t,” he assured. “I told you when I knocked you up. You two are it for me.”

You slowed down your movements and he took the opportunity to hug you a little tighter, burying his nose underneath your jaw. “I mean it, doll. This is right where I want to be.” He slowly ground his erection into the small of your back to also illustrate his point. He meant every fucking word; with you, around you, in you — there was no other place he’d rather be. 

You attempted to turn around in his arms and he loosened his grip so you could. He nearly let out a soft groan at the feel of your soap-slicked skin sliding against his dick. You stared up into his eyes and the smirk that formed on his face was beyond dirty, thinking you two were about to get to the fun part, your argument a thing of the past when you cupped his bearded cheeks in your suds-covered hands. 

“Ben,” you whispered. “I need to know that if something happens to me…that you’ve got this with Ellie.”

Ben’s grin morphed into a frown and his brows furrowed. “What the fuck are you talking about? What do you mean if something happens to you?”

Your eyes began to glisten and his heart dropped inside his chest. What the fuck hadn’t you told him?

“Did some cocksucker threaten you?” He growled menacingly, the rage he worked so hard to tamp down for yours and Ellie’s sakes was attempting to breach the surface at the thought of someone even thinking about hurting you. Mallory had said you’d be safe here; had the old bitch lied?

You shook your head and that only helped to quell the fire burning deep within slightly. A light appeared on your face and you glanced down as it got brighter, eyes wide in fear. “Your chest is glowing. Ben, stop! You need to calm down.” 

He took deep breaths as he’d learned to do, telling himself that you were here in his arms, right now, and you were safe. You were not in any danger. Hearing the sounds of his daughter a few rooms away helped him to get this fucking thing inside of him under control. He hated it, hated what the Reds had done to him, but it was now forever a part of him. He would do whatever it took to keep you both safe, even from this goddamn weapon inside his chest.

When you met his eyes again, there was no more light, no more glow lighting up your face from below. You lifted yourself up on your toes and brushed your lips against his. “Thank you,” you whispered. 

Ben nodded and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you up against him. He nuzzled you, feeling much calmer than he had a few moments before, but he still saw the same worry in your gaze that he’d seen before his inner nuke started to fire up. “Talk to me,” he implored.

You pressed your lips together and briefly looked away and he knew you didn’t really want to say what you were about to. It made him incredibly nervous. While you two had argued before and you’d told him to go when he was being an ass…what if what you meant was that you wanted out of this? Fear immediately took hold of him — fear of losing you, fear of losing Ellie, and all because he’d been a stupid fuck who couldn’t keep his mouth shut. You both were the two best things that had ever happened to him since being injected with Compound V. He didn’t want to go back to before. He only wanted now and the two of you. Hell, he wanted to keep creating a family with you, the family he’d always desired but never had. What had seemed within his grasp just hours ago now seemed to be getting further and further away. 

That thought had him speaking — no, downright begging. Soldier Boy begging…only for you. “Look, I know I’ve been a dick and I said some really fucked up shit earlier but I didn’t—”

You gently placed your fingers against his lips, effectively stopping him. You stared up at him sadly and that fear kicked into high gear. Fuck, he was losing you. And all because he hadn’t been able to keep his goddamn mouth shut or change one fucking dirty diaper. He’d fucking failed and now he was going to lose you and that dream he wanted to realize with you all in one swoop. All because he really was America’s Asshole.

But when you finally spoke, you said the last thing he expected. “I spent months running from Vought’s death squads before I found you. Even with you protecting me, even after I got pregnant, I was still in danger because they wanted me dead.” Your voice broke on the last word, betraying the tears that were imminent, along with the shimmering in your eyes getting worse.

His brows drew together in concern but he gently grasped your chin, making sure that you not only continued looking at him but that you heard every word he was about to say. “But you’re safe now,” he murmured. “Vought’s gone, Edgar and Homelander are dead…I would never let anything happen to you.”

Tears began to roll down your cheeks. “I know, but I keep thinking what if something goes wrong? What if one of the supes out there finds us? What if they get wind that I’m still alive? What if the surviving board members decide that I’m still a liability?”

He shook his head, moving his thumb up to stroke your cheek reassuringly. “No one survived. I made sure of it.” He placed his forehead down onto yours. “I promised I’d keep you safe, you both safe, and I did.” Ben tenderly rubbed his nose along yours. “Still do.” 

He was slightly relieved that you weren’t thinking of leaving him but also unhappy that you had still been worrying about this all of this time and he hadn’t had a clue. He was going to do whatever it took to reassure you, to remind you that you were safe and that you no longer needed to worry about any of those pricks that you’d had to run from before. He still remembered the nightmares you’d had, the jumps and startles in the middle of the night at the slightest sound. Eventually, it prompted him to hold you when you went to bed, promising to keep you safe so you could get some sleep while he kept watch. You would finally relax in his arms and close your eyes, content to listen to his strong heartbeat underneath your ear, knowing you were indeed protected.   

Sure, you’d kept your end of the deal and let him fuck you once you’d gotten some rest from running nonstop, but instead of getting bored like he usually did after hitting the same pussy a couple of different times, he’d actually started to like you. So he’d kept you close while he turned the hunt around to make Onehander, Edgar, and all of those assholes the prey instead. When he found out you were carrying his kid, he decided he’d do whatever it took to make you both safe and even ended up teaming up with the Brit and his team again, though he still didn’t trust them. Hell, he’d even made a deal with them to settle in this area and get you this house when you’d told him you wanted a home for your child to grow safely up in, to put down roots. He’d put up with your nearby neighbors, with having to see the One-Eyed-WonderBitch again, and shifting from the Supe life to suburban life (which was not an easy transition for him by any means). He did it all for you…for you and Ellie and the family you had chosen to have with him.

So to see now that after everything, you still didn’t feel completely safe, well…that bothered him. What kind of man had he been for you to keep feeling scared that Vought might come back at any moment to haunt you? He’d never given you details of the day that he’d annihilated them all for you because he knew you didn’t want them, but maybe he should have. If he had, maybe that would’ve helped to allay your fears of any possible reprisals.   

“I know you do,” you broke into his thoughts. “But…what if something else happens? What if I get sick or get hit by a car or I have an accident and fall or I have a medical emergency that could be fatal or—”

“Hey,” he interrupted your rambling. “You’re spiraling.” Something you’d done quite a bit when you first met. His heart sunk at the thought; this had gotten to that point and he hadn’t had one goddamn clue. He’d been so wrapped up in you and Ellie and the life you were building that he hadn’t even seen it. Maybe his father had been right; he was a fuck up. An assertion by the old man that you’d unknowingly been dismantling every single day with how much you loved and believed in Ben, but now…now he felt as if he didn’t deserve you. He watched more tears spill down your cheeks and he knew he definitely didn’t; here was the proof.

“I know,” you sobbed. “I’m sorry. I just…” You took in a ragged breath and looked into his eyes, your bottom lip starting to wobble. “I need to know that if something happens to me, that you’ll take care of Ellie the way she needs to be taken care of. If I’m gone, she’s going to need you and I need to know that she’ll be okay.”

He tried his best not to be insulted, not to show it for your sake so he wouldn’t upset you anymore than you already were, but it stung his ego a bit. “Of course, she would be okay. I’ve kept her safe this long, haven’t I?”

“I’m not just talking about safety, Ben. I’m talking about you actually taking care of her. Not just providing for her, but actually being there for her whenever she needs you. Like the diaper change I asked you to do today. Is it disgusting? Sure. No one likes dealing with it, smelling shit, getting it all over you…but she’s your daughter and she needed you to take care of it for her. What if I had gone for breakfast with Elena instead? Would she have sat in her own crap until I came back home because you feel as a man that it’s beneath you to change your own daughter’s diaper?” More tears appeared. “What if something had happened to me while I was out? Would you just push Ellie onto Elena and Maggie to take care of her so you could go back to your old life? All so you wouldn’t have to do any of the messy or hard stuff? Would you abandon her just like that?”

“Of course not,” he snapped, his consideration for you now forgotten in the face of what you’d said. “How the fuck could you even think I would do something like that? Haven’t I been here through everything like I fucking said I would be?”

“Yes, but I’ve been doing everything!” The words burst out of you. “At first, you didn’t want to feed her, burp her, bathe her — any of it! And I did it all! Why? Because that was supposed to be the woman’s job you’d said!”

Ben could feel his temper flaring at you bringing that up. You were also intimating that he didn’t do anything for your daughter. Were you blind to all of the effort he had put in to help you raise Ellie since that fight you’d had a couple of weeks after she’d been born? Didn’t you realize that most mornings you woke up well rested was because he’d gotten up with the baby in the middle of the night so you wouldn’t have to? And you were still holding that shit over his head? What the fuck was wrong with you? “That was the way it was back then,” he growled out. “I told you that! And I’ve been doing all of that shit you just mentioned since then! So I didn’t change one shitty diaper today! I said I was sorry! When are you going to fucking let it go?”

Instead of responding, you exploded into more sobs and shame churned in his gut. He really fucking hated seeing either of his girls cry. It made him want to beat the ever loving shit out of some son of a bitch. Even if he happened to be said son of a bitch sometimes. 

“Christ,” he muttered. “C’mere.” He pulled you to him and you held onto him tightly, crying into his neck. His hand slid down your back in a tender caress and he pressed his lips to your hair. “I’m sorry,” he whispered to you.

He kept you in his arms, hoisted you up so you could wrap your legs around his waist, and let you get it all out. He even shut the water off, knowing the temperature had vastly cooled in the amount of time he’d been in there with you so far. He vaguely recalled his plan from earlier to join you, apologize for what he’d said during your argument, and begin making up with you. That obviously had gone to shit; there would be no making up happening now, that was for sure. And if anything would get his dick to go soft with you naked against him, it was the sound of you crying. 

Once your sobs quieted down and turned into ragged inhales and a few sniffles here and there, he moved your hair out of the way so he could see you. “Better?”

You nodded, sniffling as you looked up at him. “Yeah.”

“Okay, let’s get you out of this tub then and get you dried off.” He placed a kiss on your forehead and went to open the shower curtain.

“Ben?”

He froze and turned to look at you. 

You lifted your head, letting out another sniffle. “I’m sorry, too.” Before he could say anything, you continued. “I know you’ve been trying and you’ve been doing everything I asked you to with Ellie. I just…I freaked out about the diaper thing.” You wiped at your face. “Because it just brought back that worry, that fear I have of what would happen to her if I wasn’t here.” Your voice wobbled slightly but you forged ahead anyway. “You know, I wasn’t scared like this when I was being hunted down. I mean, I was, but not like this. Back then, I only had myself to worry about. And then when I got pregnant, sure, I was a little more scared but I also knew you’d keep us safe.” You took another ragged breath in. “But ever since she’s been born, I have been absolutely terrified. That something might happen to her, to me…to her if something does happen to me. I’m so fucking scared, Ben.” Your voice broke then, prompting fresh tears to roll down your cheeks.

Ben had been insulted before, almost as if you hadn’t believed in him or his ability to keep either of you safe, but now as he listened to your heartfelt explanation, he realized it wasn’t really about any of that. It didn’t really have anything to do with him, except that you wanted him to be ready to care for your daughter if something ever happened to you. That unpleasant tug inside his gut happened once more when you finally confessed just how scared you were. He thought back over the last few months since Ellie had been born. Your push for him to be more involved; your fighting with him over his antiquated mindset as you’d called it over his ideas of what fatherhood entailed; your rushing him during your sexual escapades the few times he’d managed to get you away from the house while Elena watched the baby no matter how much it pissed him off that he couldn’t take his time with you like he wanted; your insistence that he watch Ellie while you go to lunch with your friend; your anger today at his refusal to deal with the shitty diaper situation — all of it suddenly clicked into place for him and made sense. Fuck, he didn’t think it was possible for him to feel any worse. He had completely failed you on all fronts. He had been the blind one; he’d never seen what was going on with you when it was right in front of him this whole time. Christ on a cross.

He gripped your chin gently. “Look at me.” You reluctantly met his gaze, yours glistening with fresh tears, and he could see the fear there plain as day. Fuck, how had he missed it all of this time? But instead of focusing on that, he sought to reassure you. “You and Ellie are safe. Nothing is going to happen. I would never let anyone hurt you. Either of you. I love you both too fucking much.” He grazed the pad of his thumb over your cheek to catch a stray tear that had escaped at his words. “And if it’s something that’s going to make you feel better, then let’s sit down and make a plan in case anything were to happen to you. Or even if I bit it. I want both of my girls to be taken care of, even if I can’t be here to do it myself.” You gave him a tearful smile. “So, let’s do that and kick this fear in its fucking ass. Sound good, doll?”

You nodded and leaned in, kissing him and making him smile. He’d been able to make you feel better after all and he felt damn proud of himself for being able to do so. “I love you,” you whispered.

He fucking loved hearing those three words from you every single time you said them; he knew you fucking meant it. And so did he. “I love you, too, baby.” When you beamed at him, another tugging sensation happened in his chest but this time, it was a far more pleasant one. He pecked your lips and opened the curtain. “Alright, let’s get you out of here.”

Before he could take a step out of the tub, you reached up and yanked the curtain closed, making his brows furrow. Your smile suddenly transformed into a devilish smirk. Immediately, he could feel his dick hardening again. He knew what that smirk meant. “We didn’t make up yet,” you murmured, starting to rub your body against his. “And we always make up after we fight.” 

Ben felt the stiff peaks of your nipples gliding across his skin and his mouth practically watered at the thought of sucking on them while he rammed into you repeatedly. Fuck, he loved your tits. There had been a time after Ellie was born where you’d pushed his head away anytime he tried to get his mouth on them while he was fucking you, complaining that they were too sensitive due to all of the feedings. But recently, he’d been able to start that up again without causing you discomfort and once, he had even gotten a tiny amount of milk squirted into his mouth by accident. It had been surprising for him, embarrassing for you, but it had turned out to be a major turn on. He found he didn’t mind the taste and the idea of him drinking you down, you shooting something into his mouth for once and him needing to be the one to swallow, that made him hornier than he’d ever been in his life. He’d fucked a lot of women in his time, sometimes high, sometimes sober; he’d done things that made most people blush to hear about or uncomfortable to imagine, some things which you flat out refused to do. He’d founded Herogasm and had marathon fucks that were legendary. He’d hosted orgies where he would be the only one left standing, having never tired out and still raring to go when everyone else was down for the count. And yet, when you’d unintentionally squirted the smallest bit of milk into his mouth, his dick had gotten so hard, he was shocked it hadn’t exploded right there. Well…it did, but not the way he’d originally been thinking. He’d greedily swallowed you down and kept sucking, even through the first load of cum he’d shot into you in reaction to that fucking hot as hell moment. From that point on, while he knew your breastmilk was Ellie’s main food source and he loved that, his daughter had to learn to fucking share. 

That was another reason why he had such a love/hate relationship with the breast pump machine you had. When he would watch the milk fill the bottle, he didn’t know whether to cry, jerk off, fuck you, or just watch. Sometimes he even wished you’d get rid of the contraption and just let him help you; it could be a rewarding experience for you both while you made sure Ellie had plenty to eat. 

Your smirk grew, almost as if you knew where his thoughts had gone, and you ghosted your lips over his. “Ben,” you called to him in a teasing singsong voice. “I said, we always make up after fighting.”

He could feel something wet moving against his abdomen as you attempted to roll your hips, knowing it had nothing to do with your recent shower, and he ground out, “Yeah, we fucking do” before he slammed his mouth against yours in a bruising kiss that was all tongue and teeth. He turned around and carefully pushed you up against the tiled wall, making sure not to break it or you. It wasn’t long before he was inside you, his hips pushing into you at a steady pace, his mouth suckling at you and your fingers in his hair, tugging roughly, as you muffled your moans with your other hand. Neither of you had forgotten that Elena was within earshot; Ben just didn’t give a fuck. He snatched your hand away from your mouth, gruffed out a command of “Let me fucking hear you”, and he didn’t give two shits who heard the fucking hot soundtrack of your making up. Instead, as you cried out your pleasure for the world to hear, he went back to your incredible rack, focusing on filling up on you while he worked towards filling you up. The thought of any fear or resentment from your earlier argument was long gone as you both chased your highs at lightning speed. The only words said between you were dirty or full of love. And even when you both had been forced to take a mostly cold shower afterwards to clean up once you both had caught your breath, only smiles, tender touches, and kisses had been exchanged along with a few laughs, both of you completely sated. Well, you were; Ben would never get enough of you and he planned to try to fuck you again later after the baby had fallen asleep.

But as for right now, seeing the bright smile on your face as he carefully wrapped a towel around you, the weight visibly lighter on your shoulders since you confessed your fears to him, he was determined to do whatever it took to not only make you feel safe but also to keep you feeling this way and being this happy. 

When you’d laughed at something he’d said, darted forward to kiss him, and wrapped your arms around his neck, his embrace tightened around you and he kissed the juncture in between your neck and shoulder, making you that silent promise. Whatever it took to make you feel safe again, he’d do it.

Elena glanced up to see you and Ben stepping into the living room, both dressed and looking refreshed. You had been missing in action for at least an hour and forty-five minutes. Elena already had an idea what you two had been doing considering everything she’d heard. Maggie had even heard when she called to check in and see when Elena would be returning home, beyond disgusted at the sounds Soldier Boy was making as he railed you in the shower. She’d told Elena to call her when she was done babysitting so the archaic asshole could get laid and promptly hung up. But even if Elena hadn’t heard what you’d been up to, she would have immediately known after seeing you both. Ben’s hair was still damp and yours was freshly blown out. Both of you were touching, unable to keep your hands off of each other and sporting matching grins, looking like practical newlyweds. Ben’s hand moved to the small of your back and both of you suddenly smiled wide upon seeing your daughter.

“Thank you for watching her and for waiting.” Your cheeks turned a shade of pink but you held out your arms. Elena was only too happy to hand you your baby back. “There she is,” you cooed, pressing a loud kiss to Ellie’s cheek. “Were you a good girl for your Aunt Elena?”

“She was a very good girl,” Elena confirmed, watching as Ben strode over and stopped next to you, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you against him, his eyes centered on both of his girls with an affectionate smile to match. Sometimes Maggie still had trouble believing it, that Soldier Boy had been domesticated as she put it, but Elena never doubted how important you and Ellie were to him. She could see it every time he looked at you, at your little girl, and she actually thought it was beyond sweet. She had even said as much to which Maggie had rolled her eyes, muttered “Whatever, I’m going to vomit”, and walked away from the door while Elena waited to greet the three of you after she had extended a dinner invitation to your family one night. As expected Ben and Maggie didn’t get along too well, especially given their history, but the former seemed to be okay with Elena and she was okay with him because she knew how much he meant to you. And Maggie didn’t seem to mind you all that much, either. So you all somehow made the nearby neighbor thing work; for yours, Elena’s, and Ellie’s sakes if for nothing else. 

“She did get a little fussy, though, so I fed her one of the bottles you had in the fridge.”

You nodded and pressed a kiss to the baby’s forehead, briefly glancing at the clock on the mantle. “It’s about that time. Thank you so much for doing that. I’m sorry that we missed lunch.” You blushed once more when Ben let out a quiet chuckle.

“No problem,” Elena dismissed with a smile and a wave of her hand. “I’m glad everything seems to be okay. Ben looked a little worried when I got here.”

You glanced up at him, your brows arching in surprise. Ben shrugged, seeming unbothered at this observation.

“We can maybe shoot for next week if you’re game,” Elena offered. 

You went to answer when Ben cut you off. “Actually, why don’t you guys still go and grab a late lunch or something? Elena’s already here and you both are dressed to the nines.”

Your eyes widened when you looked over at your husband, worry lining your expression for a moment. “No, that’s—it’s too late. By the time we’d get home, it would probably be dinner time.” You let out a nervous sounding laugh. “Besides, Ellie’s going to need to feed before then and I—”

“You pumped earlier, right? I can feed her.”

You seemed unsure, biting your lip. “I did, but I’m not sure—”

Ben released you and held out his hands, smiling reassuringly at you. “It’s settled. You go. Ellie and I have got this. Don’t we, Princess?” The baby had her fingers in her mouth, drooling everywhere. Elena saw Ben shake his head, seeming amused.

You glanced down at your daughter, the happiness from before replaced by uncertainty. Elena knew you struggled to leave Ellie the first few times she’d babysat for you both to have some time to yourselves. It wasn’t surprising; you were a new mother after all. But this time, you seemed even more reluctant than usual. 

“Hey,” Ben softly called to you, prompting you to meet his gaze. “Remember what we talked about. We’re going to be fine. I’ve got her.”

It was moments like this that convinced Elena of your importance to him. If Maggie ever witnessed them, she was sure her girlfriend would reluctantly agree. Never had Elena ever heard him speak that gently to anyone, even his own daughter. Not when she and Maggie were in earshot anyway. 

Ben gave you a meaningful look and after glancing down at Ellie one more time, you eventually handed your daughter over to her father. “There’s my girl.” He leaned down to kiss the baby’s forehead. 

You watched, anxiety still apparent in your expression.“Ben, are you su—”

He immediately darted forward to kiss you, cutting you off. Elena had the grace to look away and give you two a moment.

“We’ll be fine,” she heard Ben murmur to you. “I’ve got this. I promise, baby. Go have your girl time and then come home. We’ll be here when you get back.”

“You’re absolutely sure?” You checked one last time.

“Of course I fucking am.”

“Language,” you chided.

Elena glanced over and found Ben smirking down at you, leaning closer. “You didn’t seem to mind my language earlier.” As expected, your cheeks reddened and he barked out a laugh, kissing one of them. “Alright, go have fun and we’ll see you later.” Then he leaned in to whisper something to you that couldn’t be heard and your jaw dropped, gently swatting at his hip since he was holding Ellie in both arms. He laughed and moved away, his gaze a little darker than before as it stayed fixed on you.

You kissed Ellie’s head and stroked her cheek, smiling. “I’ll see you soon, sweetheart. Be good for your daddy, okay? I love you.” Ellie gurgled and you smiled wider, leaning up to kiss Ben goodbye who immediately deepened it.

Elena was on the verge of looking away again when you pulled back, panting, and glared up at the smirking man in front of you. “You know, for someone who’s trying to get me to leave, you’re doing a miserable job.”

“Just giving you a little preview for later.” The stare between you two was so intense that it felt as if any unfortunate bystanders would suddenly burst into flames just from being too close. This time, Elena was the one nearly blushing. She would have never believed you two had just been having sex if she hadn’t heard it for herself. You both looked hungry and not for any late lunch. 

You leaned in, as if to kiss him again, when you reached up and planted a kiss on his brow instead, smirking as you backed away. “Until then, Benjamin,” you snarked, turning to leave. “Love you.” You let out a yelp a moment later when Ben swatted your ass with a free hand as you passed. 

You shot another glare at him and he simply smirked. “Love you, too, doll.” 

Elena gently pulled you towards the door, thinking if she didn’t get you out of the house soon, you definitely weren’t going to leave at all. Or more like Soldier Boy wasn’t going to let you leave. Not with the way his eyes were unashamedly glued to your ass.

You waved one last time in your family’s direction. “Bye, Ellie. See you soon, babygirl.”

Ben picked up Ellie’s little hand and simulated a wave, making you smile. 

Once Elena had you in the car and backed out of your driveway, she could see the earlier uncertainty returning. “So, what’s going on? First, Ben looked worried and now you. Something I should know about?”

You bit your lip and seemed to be mulling over whether to tell her or not. Elena gave you a moment to yourself to decide. Eventually you turned to look at her and sighed. “Okay.” You then proceeded to fill Elena in on everything you’d been feeling since your daughter had been born, everything you’d just told Ben.

Ben watched as you and Elena got into the car and left. He knew you would be worried but he was determined not to give you any reason to be. He meant it when he told you he had this. He wanted you to know that he could look after Ellie the way she needed looking after, which is why he insisted that you still go out to eat with Elena. He was going to make damn sure he passed this test and he was keeping his promise to you, that he would make you feel safe again. And if that meant he had to play Mr. Mom and change a few shitty diapers while you were gone, then so be it. 

Once the car disappeared, he let out a sigh and turned to look down at his daughter. She was staring up at him with those beautiful eyes that reminded him so often of his mother’s, though absent of any of the heartbreak she had endured in her life with his father. That was why when you asked about possible names for your daughter after you’d given birth, he’d mentioned Eleanor to bestow upon her. You’d loved it, especially after Ben had explained the significance of the name to you, and so your daughter was named after her grandmother, though you both had ended up calling her Ellie for short most of the time. 

He gave his little girl a smile. “We’ve got the place to ourselves, kiddo. We can do whatever we want. What does my princess want to do, hmm?”

Ellie gurgled and he nodded as if he understood.

“Yeah, that’s what I was thinking. Let your old man show you his movies so you can see when he was a star. Good thinking, babygirl.” He chuckled when she gurgled again and turned to head into the living room. 

Just then, he heard the sounds he had been hoping like hell that he wouldn’t hear until you were back. Ellie began to grunt, a few short farts sounded, and an almost undetectable thud was heard as shit landed in her diaper. Sure enough, a moment later, the smell wafted up and smacked him in the face. The smell was beyond terrible, something you had told him previously couldn’t be the case since it was known that the poop of breastfed babies didn’t smell as bad as other poop. He’d looked at you then with disbelief; how the hell did you not smell it when you were wiping the kid’s ass? Then again, thanks to his super-powered nose, you wouldn’t detect what he would. Like right now. It was fucking awful, like sour milk mixed with shit. Christ.

“Ugh.” He extended his arms and held Ellie out, away from him. He should’ve known this would fucking happen. It was just his luck. “You know, kid, for such a small thing, you sure shit a lot.” Ellie continued to make happy noises as if she hadn’t just taken a massive shit that was rapidly stinking up the room. Ben pulled her closer, his face screwed up in disgust as the smell got closer, too. “You are way too happy for someone who just shit their pants for the second time today.” 

He glanced around, almost as if you would somehow come flying around the corner to help, or Queen Lesbo might show up out of the blue or something. Nope, this was all on him. He remembered your words from earlier, how he needed to know how to care for Ellie which included shitty diaper changes, and he let out a huge defeated sigh. “Fuck.”

Ben cradled Ellie in the crook of his arm, relieved there were no damp spots on her back this time, and turned to make his way to her nursery. “You know something, kid, if the day should ever come that I’m in diapers, you better fucking change ‘em without any complaints. I don’t want to hear a damn word out of you then, got it?”

Ellie made more happy noises and he rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah.” A small smile slipped onto his face and he lifted her up to his shoulder, kissing her cheek. “You’re lucky Daddy loves you, Princess.”

Almost as if she’d understood his words, she gave him a wide toothless smile, drooling onto his shirt. Instead of being disgusted, he chuckled and continued his trek. She’d unknowingly just given him a perfect excuse to change when you got home and entice you to get another shower in later. Thinking along that same line, feeling proud that this was now something he could do for you and for his daughter, something that would help you to feel better overall…well, he found now that he didn’t mind the idea of any shitty diaper changes all that much.

A/N: Please let me know what you think. 😊

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"I Can't Lose You" Part 4

Warnings: Not as bad as the last 2 but here we go! , Aftermath of a miscarriage, some fluff, descriptions of grief due to losing a baby, Crying Lixie, Hannie, and Binnie. Shock, Grief, slight panic, fear of abandonment.

Pairing: Bangchan x Reader

Characters: OC Doctor Number 2, Stray Kids, Reader

A/N: Okay so this one is different from the other three, we are in a sort of lull in the angst with this one. It's time to be in Bin's head for a bit. Let's just say... this is a "building" chapter. It's time for some fluff as well... IF YOU WANT MORE TELL ME!

Also remember, this is a fan fic. All of the boys are so sweet IRL.

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PREVIOUSLY:

“And you? How’re you doing?” Bin asked. He knows Han has anxiety, seeing all of this and being as strong as he’s been is not easy. 

“I’m… Out of all people, Bin.” Han shook his head. Han has known Chan the longest and he would’ve never expected him to do this. 

“I know”

“Please tell me you didn’t hit him.” Han said.

“Nah… She needs me more than I need to beat him to a pulp… I don’t think he’ll be bothering her anymore though.” That’s at least what Bin hopes. Everything is so raw. A little less than 6 hours before this you were at a restaurant to celebrate your 3rd anniversary. Now everything was all wrong, a nightmare incarnate and no one can wake up from reality. 

“Hyung… She can’t go back to that house.” Han said as he took a deep breath.

“I know. All I know is that we'll do what she’s comfortable with.”

“Agreed…Bin?” Han asked.

“Yeah?”

“It should’ve been you with her from the beginning.” Han looked to Bin, a look of understanding and empathy for Bin. Han could always see the way Bin looked at you when no one else was looking. Everything you said would be committed to his memory, even the smallest things like which brand of sesame oil you like best for your bulgogi marinade. 

“I know. That doesn’t mean that I can’t be here for her from now on.”

Han just smiled and both of them went back into the room. 

NOW:

 Bin POV:

That night was terrible. Every 20 or so minutes, Y/N would twist and turn in pain as the contractions continued to decimate her. After about 5 agonizing hours, they started to subside, now a much duller version of what they once were, at least that’s what she tells me.  Felix and Hannie were so strong through it all and helped in any way they could. Feeding her ice chips, holding her hand, even something as simple as massaging her legs helped a great deal. There were no questions, no arguments, and most of all no mention of Chris.

There were some points where she needed all of us. Hannie and I held one hand each, and Felix rubbed her back. When she finally went to bed, well more like collapsed from exhaustion, the sun was out and the clock read 7:00 a.m.

As soon as we were sure she was out cold, that was when we had permission to collapse. First was Felix. I noticed his eyes getting red as he looked at Hannie, and then back to me. "This isn't fair," he petted her leg and tucked her in, trying to comfort her, even though she was completely dead to the world. "She didn't deserve this… they didn't deserve this…" At this point, tears are falling on the blanket freely. All I could do was walk over to him and hug him. I moved us back a little and closed the privacy curtain so that if she did wake up, she couldn't see Lix like this. Felix did his best to cry silently.

He was trying so hard to mute himself as he whispered into my shoulder, "I didn't get to hold the baby, Hyung… we didn't get to spoil the baby, change the baby… look into their eyes, hear them giggle." 

I know that feeling. I also wondered what the baby was going to look like. I would’ve bet the baby would’ve had her eyes. What if her quirks were another thing the baby would’ve inherited? Would they giggle at situational humor? Or maybe they would've had her sarcasm? That smile that’d light up a room? That used to light up a room. 

 I heard Han losing it behind me as well at what Felix was saying.

"S'not fair Hyung… deserved better…both of them did," Felix was doing everything to stay silent, even covering his mouth, trying to smother the sobs before they left his mouth. 

"I know… I know" was all I could say. She deserved so much more. She deserved so much more than to be cheated on. She deserved more than to lose her child. She deserves to be pampered, kept safe, loved. The fact that life is this cruel, regardless of the person, that also hit me hard. All she ever wants to do is help. That’s it. So why is she getting punished like this? Why does she have to pay for the sins of her husband? What sense does that make? It doesn’t.

Han’s footsteps caught my attention. As he walked to us I could see in his eyes he was losing it too. His eyes brimming with tears. I could tell, he felt like I did.  Helpless. Scared. Broken. He looked at Y/N as he walked towards us. Hannie seems like the type that would cry easily. He’s not. He really only cries when he’s angry, hurt, or frustrated. Otherwise he doesn’t cry in front of people. That’s why he doesn’t watch animated movies with me for the most part. He doesn’t want to cry in front of people. So seeing him like this…

I just opened my arms to him and he walked into them, huddling with Lix, his voice breaking, "There was so much blood, I can't…. She almost died because he was stupid and childish… a fucking coward… we almost lost her… our girl… Bin…" Hannie gripped into my hoodie, trying to ground himself. We always call Y/N our girl. Chris was always working, always distracted, always this or that. It’d take a toll on her. I would tell Chris to stop, to go home, spend time with her. I told him the tracks can wait, that she deserved to have him present for at least an hour or two. He’d always say that he could do ‘better things’ with his time. You’d think that he’d see his own wife as a person that he loves instead of a waste of time, that should’ve been the first red flag right there. 

Eventually, Han and I just started leaving his ass at the studio, picking up some food and making a “friend date night” with Y/N. We’d pile up in Han’s room, we’d watch anime, horror movies, or sometimes, just be around her. The first time we did that was a year into the marriage, when we did, she started to tear up. When we asked why she said that she hadn’t seen Chris. Always asleep before he got home and always awake long after he left. Even thinking about it now gives me chills, how could he leave a gem like Y/N at home? Knowing she’s waiting for him. Seeing her face that night squeezed my heart. I could tell that day that Han felt the same way. 

After that we always made sure to be home early every Friday and Saturday, and to clear the schedules for the most part on Sundays; Friday was movie night, Saturday was game or anime night, and Sunday was cooking date night, where we picked a recipe and made it together. Eventually Felix and Minho got in on it too, because what’s dinner without dessert and Minho said he wanted to make sure we were doing it correctly. Han and I knew the truth. We love spending time with her. It is that simple.

I felt Han and Lix’s tears soaking through my hoodie. I have never felt this helpless in my life. Y/N almost died in my arms, her baby is gone, Lix is mourning and sobbing on me, now Han is finally releasing some of what he’s feeling. All of these things I can’t control. I can’t help with any of it. The only thing that I can really do is be there for them. Even though, in my eyes, that isn’t a lot. 

"I know we almost lost her… but she's here, you see? She's right here." I had them peek through the curtain to see her sleeping form and they both looked at her. "You know what else? A doctor told me that a pregnant woman carries some fetal cells & DNA even after they give birth." I said as both went back to gripping me again behind the curtain. 

I continued, "That means that even though the baby didn't make it, that DNA still lives on in her." Just reiterating that fact, I even started crying. When the attending doctor told me that, Lix and Han were sleeping, while Y/N was in the bathroom, with one of the nurses. The doctor came in to check on her and they found me, on the verge of tears, trying to will them away. It was around 4am. The doctor is married to the same doctor that saved her life in the ER. 

She was very kind with soft eyes. The doctor knocked on the bathroom door to notify the nurse to take as long as they needed. Then she turned her attention to me. They asked me to follow her and we went into a consolation room.

“The chart says you’re family… But family doesn’t cry like that.” The doctor said as we sat across from each other. “I’m here to listen. Y/N wasn’t the only one who went through a trauma today.”

I couldn’t hold it anymore as I started to sob. Something about the doctor's presence permitted that, “I should’ve protected her from him. Right after they got married he disappeared. He’s my best friend, well was my best friend …” After that I couldn’t stop. I told her how I felt about him, how I felt responsible for it all, how helpless I felt, how it all would’ve been different. I even told her what I almost did to him, how my brain can’t wrap around how she must be feeling, knowing it’d hurt too much. I didn’t leave out one detail as I sobbed. 

She held my hand across the table, “You could’ve never predicted this. This is something that is unimaginable. You trusted him with her, and she’s your heart. That in and of itself takes courage, it shows that you truly love her. To put her happiness over everything else. There is a fact that I think is a small consolation, maybe it’ll bring you comfort…”That was when she told me the fact that I just told the boys.

"Binnie?" She asked and immediately I responded as my head snapped to the privacy curtain. I tried to keep my voice as steady as I could make it so that she didn’t get worried needlessly. 

"Yes?" I asked as I let Han and Felix go.

"Can I have cuddles, please?" She asked.  I immediately took off my hoodie, leaving me in my black sleeveless shirt, and went through the curtain. I saw her face relax when she saw me. It must’ve been scary after everything to wake up alone like that. I also saw her trying to shift in the bed to make room. I went to the other side to help her.

“Don’t worry, let me help you. I got you.” I cooed as I lifted her and helped her make room for me. Within seconds I got in the hospital bed with her.

"How could I say no to cuddles? Come here." I tried to be as gentle as possible with her as I cradled her. I could see in the way her body moves, it’s so sore. It was basically pushing fruitlessly for 5 hours straight after nearly bleeding to death. Her muscles had to be screaming every time she moved, that’s why I helped her do everything, from shifting and turning, to getting her in and out of bed. The only place she won’t let me go with her is the bathroom, which is completely understandable. 

I heard her huff in frustration. When I looked at her she was glaring at her IV.

“What is it?” I asked, a little chuckle in my voice. I may or may not have an idea of what it is.

She grumbled, “IV won’t let me wrap around my Dwaekki.” She even crossed her arms as she stared at the offending object. She gets this pout. It’s so cute but she swears she is scary. It’s like seeing a puppy trying to intimidate a Bulldog. It’s not intimidating, it's cute. Even more so when she’s pouting at an inanimate object, if I’m lucky she’ll try bargaining with it.

I laughed at that, “How dare it.” I glared at it too, making her giggle a bit. I got up and repositioned the IV pole, bringing it to behind the bed, giving her more than enough room to move. I glared at it and I said “I don’t want any more trouble from you.” That earned a full on laugh. It wasn’t the same as its normal volume or anything, but it was still more progress. As soon as I laid back down her arm wrapped around me as she sighed with comfort.

She looked up at me and I looked down at her, studying her features. I’ve always cuddled with Y/N. It’s not uncommon for her head to be perched on my chest, but seeing her like this, after what she went through and still is going through is making me think. I’ve never seen anyone as strong, caring, and genuinely good as her. 

Being with her is easy, it always has been. When I’m with her it all feels like breathing. She knows what type of person I am and I know what type of person she is. It’s like we balance each other perfectly. She likes comedy and romance movies, I like thriller and horror movies. She likes to learn languages. I hate learning languages, but she makes it fun. It’s like we push each other to be better. She fits perfectly. She molds perfectly to me, her hand fitting perfectly in mine. Every day I shoved all of this away, and every night I dreamed of her. I would hold on to those dreams so tightly. Some dreams are as simple as seeing her smile while I wrap my arms around her waist. Nothing sexual about it, just letting her know that I was behind her. Others we are just existing, laughing. The only real difference was me wearing a matching wedding band to hers. Those hurt. But only for a minute or two.

All of these thoughts are dangerous. That’s what I told myself for years now. The more I see her the more I see those thoughts, not as dangerous, but honest. All of the things that I think about her, it’s not a dramatized version of her. Everything I think is completely possible, how? Because I’ve seen it. I’ve seen her reaction to me and people around me. 

Not to mention those eyes I get lost in constantly, the ones that are staring back at me right now. When she looks at me it feels like I am looking into a treasure trove. She is so full of knowledge, tenacity, and love. I could never understand how Chris could have her, and yet he looks to someone lower than her. 

Her eyes look different now, inquisitive, making my eyebrows dip momentarily. 

"Is it true?" She asked as I held her. 

" Is what true?"I asked as I saw Felix and Han pull back the curtain, both a bit more put together. They were both walking to the only two chairs in the room, Felix to the one below the window and Han to the one right next to the bed, on Y/N’s side. 

"The DNA? I have my baby's DNA," her voice cracked.

"Yes, it's true," I said as I kissed the crown of her head, "you will always have a piece of your baby with you."

She thought for a few minutes then she started to talk, very calm and very composed. 

"I…I'm scared, Binnie." I saw her playing with my shirt. It’s one of those nervous habits she has. Whenever she is nervous, she’ll start playing with the nearest object. I’ve seen her fiddle with glasses, table cloths, and kitchenware. Her favorite is any clothes with texture. When I asked her why she told me that the patterns the stitching makes is just enough texture to help calm her.  That is also why she prefers to wear anything with pockets in them, that way she can self soothe when her anxiety kicks up in public. 

All of our ears perked up at that one sentence. We are all very much aware that she just went through a nightmare situation. For her to say that something scares her is something that all of us don’t take lightly. I noticed her body tensed up after that. Almost like her internal voice escaped without her permission. She also looked like she didn’t know where to look. Her eyes darted ever so slightly as she spoke. I tried to keep my tone as gentle as possible. I know her nerves are on edge, and honestly, I would’ve been surprised if that wasn't the case.

"Why are you scared? Of what?" I asked. I put my hand over hers to stop her movements, “you can tell me.” 

"I can't lose you boys." She started tearing up as her voice started wavering, "I already lost my baby and my husband, I can't lose you guys too." At that point she buried her face in my chest as she shook, tears flowing down. 

I thought that I had reached the limit of pieces my heart can break into and yet that one confession turned whatever was left into sand. "What?" I asked, "You think you're going to lose us? What gave you that idea?"

"Your leader is the same man that's been cheating on me. He's also your best friend.” She held me like I’d disappear, like I’d not only leave her side, but go willingly. 

"Nonono, he was our best friend." Hannie said as he abandoned his chair, climbing into the bed with Y/N and me, sandwiching her in between us, as gently as possible. He rubbed her back, trying to soothe her. 

Felix went to the foot of the bed and he said, "Chris didn't just hurt you. He hurt us by hurting you. We love you so much. For him to disrespect you like that…” Felix is usually a positive person, but his face looked like a cross between hurt, sad, and angry. “ For him to disrespect, humiliate, and degrade you like that? No friend of mine does that. You aren't a friend to me either, you feel like a sister. He hurt my sister, Y/N." His voice started to crack as he said, "he hurt my bubbly, funny, goofy, older sister who would also kill anyone that dared touch me… dare touch any of us. As far as I and everyone else on this team is concerned, he's a co-worker. Nothing more, nothing less." His brows were set at that last sentence, showing her we aren’t going anywhere. 

She looked at us and said "I don't want to be the reason why things explode in your group. I don't want to cause trouble," She hid in my chest again, looking so small. I didn’t know how to comfort her in this. My heart just kept breaking and melting at the same time. Even though all of this just happened to her literally hours ago, she was still worried about us? 

Han spoke up, "You didn't cause anything. You are doing what you have to do. The only person to blame for all of this is Chris, not you." He rubbed her arm as he spoke. 

"Look up, you see Binnie?" He asked.

When she looked up she saw me. She nodded as she clutched onto me when I gave her a little smile.

"Look at your feet... You see Lixie?" He said, and sure enough, when she did Lix was right there. Rubbing her legs gently. She nodded.

"You feel me behind you?" Han completed. And she nodded.  

"We are with you, right where we want to be. Hell, Felix ran just to catch Bin before he left, right?". I nodded.“Rain or shine, we are here for you always. Whatever you want to do. Wherever you want to go. We are here."

She started sobbing, clutching onto me as Han said, "We were never going to go anywhere… not without you, okay?"

I cut in with, "And if you don't know where to go or what to do, that's okay too… we'll figure it out together." I looked down at her and I started drying her tears as they fell. 

"But what about?" She went to ask.. we all knew what she was talking about. Lix was already ahead of her on that. He dialed a number on his phone and put it on speaker. 

A few rings later & someone picked up,

"Finally I was waiting for your call!" I heard Minho on the line. 

Felix said, "Hey Hyung".

"How is she? We're all worried sick over here." Minho's voice was crystal clear.

Felix said, "Why don't you ask her yourself?"

I could tell she heard the joy in his voice, "Y/N/N?! Can you hear me, Beautiful?"

Felix laid the phone close to her.

"Y-yeah" 

"How're you feeling, gorgeous?"

"Contractions stopped." I saw her wince a little at the mention. The doctors did say that it’ll be a few days until she feels marginally better. 

"That's good, Lix was telling me you were in a lot of pain because of them… wish I was there with you." His voice fell a little at those words. 

"I'm scared," she said blatantly to Minho. I could see just the thought weighing down on her mind. She seemed like she was trying to prepare for a whole other loss. 

"Why, what is it?" He asked, his voice taking a softer approach to her now.

She couldn't say it so Han did, " She's afraid she's going to lose us, Hyung."

I added "She said she's already lost her baby and her husband. She can't take losing us too." I petted her hair back as she started to shake. I hated this, seeing her question everything since mostly everything was ripped out of her hands in the span of hours. Now she is trying to heal but she’s scared to rely on anyone, being vulnerable, all because the two people she trusted with everything were the same ones who stabbed her in the back. The anxiety rolling off of her was dizzying. I did my best to stay calm for her, I’m never leaving her. We aren’t leaving her, ever. 

I heard Minho open a car door. "Y/N/N?" He asked as the door slammed. 

"Y-yes?" She replied. 

"I'm outside the hospital waiting with all the boys until visiting hours start." As soon as Minho said that there was a resounding "Hi Y/N/N!!" Through the phone. 

"You will never lose us … Do you hear me?" Minho's voice sounded resolute and final.

“You promise?” She asked weeping, “Because I can’t lose you MinMin… I can’t lose my boys, m’not strong enough.” She pressed herself into me, trying to convince herself that we aren’t going anywhere. Han was rubbing her back while she cried, trying to keep his composure. Lix gave me a tissue for her and I started drying her tears. 

I could hear Minho’s voice breaking, "Y/N/N-ie I promise. I want to hold you so bad right now. Just another half an hour. Okay? Then you can see us and we can see you and hug you and hold you… we missed you and we are so worried."  

Then Hyunjin's voice rang out, thicker, like he himself started crying, "You deserve so much more than Chris could ever be. You hear me? You deserve to be pampered and cared for. Not taken for granted and lied to. We love you and we'll see you soon, okay?" 

I.N piped up with "I can't wait to take you to lunch or dinner if you get out today! Where do you want to go?!" 

That whimsical question seemed to make her relax a little as she said, "How about that Ramyeon place we always go to?" She asked, 

"Ohh that's a great idea! I'm dying for some Nongshim Shin Ramyun." He sounded so happy. 

That half an hour never went by quicker. They stood on the phone as they waited, talking about nothing and everything at the same time. As soon as the clock hit 8:30 am all I could hear was wind… 

"We are running to you right now!" Minho said. 

I could hear the occasional shove and giggle. A few minutes later there was a stampede of sneakers on the floor and as they walked in Minho said "In 3..2..1.." then he pulled the curtain back and hung up. 

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Chapter One: Tighnari

cw: panic attack/extreme anxiety, y/n is not in their bad bitch era yet so ignore how awkward they are, originally written in 3rd person so there may be some pronoun and grammatical mistakes

Sumeru boys x GN!reader

this was posted super fast because it was prewritten. I am not going to be posting daily!!!

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Chat: Amurta

"To be honest, I'm not all that interested in studying medicine. I think that people should also prioritize mental well-being more than the current culture in Sumeru allows. My professors don't really get that, so I just say I like flowers."

"Are you okay?"

It took you a few seconds to understand what he'd said. You opened your mouth to answer, but snapped it back shut when you felt tears start falling.

He frowned and crouched next to you, tilting his head. He took your wrist and felt your pulse, then sighed. "Oh, I see. You're alright now, don't worry."

You nodded, gulping down a whimper. "I'm s-sorry. I didn't... realize... someone else was in here." You wiped away your tears and took a shaky breath.

Are you kidding me?! We almost made it, stupid! Now you're crying again. You've cried every time you started going to a new school. That's so pathetic, you thought.

"You're fine, don't worry about me. Let me guess, first year?" He tilted his head at you, a small smile making you feel less embarrassed.

"Yeah. This place is so big... I was a little overwhelmed. A lot, actually." You shook your head, steadying your breathing.

"What's your name?" He dropped your wrist and placed his arm on his knee, resting his cheek on his palm.

"I'm Y/n." You tugged at a strand of hair.

"Alright, Y/n. What does your schedule look like? I can help show you around before classes start. You are an Amurta student, yes?" He stood, holding out a hand for you.

You looked up at him and met his eyes. Now that you weren't so nervous, you took more notice of him. He had pretty hazel-green eyes and light green streaks in his dark hair that reminded you of your aunt's hair. A golden earring hung from one of his ears. You remembered his pretty friend from before and felt a small twinge of jealousy.

What in Teyvat are all these boys so pretty for? If everyone at the Akademiya looks as pretty as them, I'll really have to up my game.

"My first class is Honors Phytology II. Here, you can look." You pulled a small notepad from a hidden crevice within the folds of your clothes. You turned to a page with your schedule written out in a neat, color-coded print.

"Hm. Honors II? Impressive, first year." He nodded appreciatively. "Come on, I don't want to cut off our tour because of class."

He opened the door of the copy room, revealing a less crowded common area than before.

You slid some of the fabric of your scarf between your fingers reassuringly. The cold material provided the necessary sensory to keep your mind from spiraling like it had before.

You looked around the room, admiring the architectural work. Sconces formed to look like blossoming vines held the small light sources that made the room practically glow. A miniature fountain surrounded by a concrete sitting area sat in the middle of the room directly underneath a fantastical chandelier. The light from the candles reflected off of the thousands of tiny crystals that drooped from the chandelier in a gravity-defying spectacle. Swirling patterns reached out from the center of the room towards the green pillars that held up the vaulted ceiling and bordered the different hallways labelled alphabetically for the subject and numerically for the floor.

"All classes that have to do with plants are normally done in the greenhouse or the lab in hallway F, which is the only hall that only has one floor. During the first semester, you're largely in the greenhouse." Tighnari motioned towards the hall. "You'll be able to find that pretty easily. As long as you know how to make it back here, you won't have to worry about any shortcuts. Those you can learn later."

"Okay," you said, trying your hardest to pay attention. Processing his words was difficult when you was still fawning over the detail put into the room. You weren't an architect, but you were an artist, so it was only natural that you appreciated something so beautiful.

You lagged further and further behind Tighnari before finally realizing how far ahead he was and hurrying to catch up.

"For the rest of your science classes, you'll be in hallway A, which is just over here. Medicinal classes are upstairs, while other sciences are on the main floor."

"Which stairway should I take? Normally one tends to have more traffic than the other, if it's at all like my old schools." You asked, finally comfortable enough to let your hands fall from their protective position by your neck.

"I'd recommend the first one during most hours, but around the end of the day, the second is probably your best bet. It's a weird phenomena that probably has to do with exhaustion and impatience."

"Hm..." You hummed to yourself, sparing a glance at the boy next to you. If only you had a photographic memory you could sketch his expression.

He stopped in his tracks, noticing your shift in attention. "What is it?"

A rush of heat climbed up your neck. "Oh, um, nothing important. Sorry if I distracted you."

He chuckled, meeting eyes with you. "If anything, I'd say I'm the one distracting you." He had a playful glimmer in his eyes, and you cursed your stomach for the summersaults it insisted on performing.

"Whaaat..? Nooo... I'd never be distracted. Never happened." You rolled your eyes and smiled.

Tighnari laughed. It was a warm sort of sound, one that made your stomach swirl and pulled your lips into a bigger grin.

He really is pretty for no good reason, isn't he? Sigh.

"We should continue our tour. Come along," he motioned them forward. He continued to explain each hallway and what classes it housed, then finally led you towards the lunch room.

It was a room even larger than the one before it. Two floors of open space with a large variety of food available to anyone who was able to pay. You felt terribly small in the huge emptiness. Imagining it being filled with people made you even more nervous.

"For anyone who wants a little more space, there is a small section for eating in the upstairs library. It's a lot quieter, and much less people go in there. Most people are there to continue studying. When do you have lunch?" He asked, leading you in a circle back to the hall.

"I've got a long break between psych and elements. My friend and I both have long enough to eat and take a break."

"Oh? A friend?"

"I do have friends, regardless of what you may think of me." You crossed your arms over your chest. Tighnari paused, conflicted between teasing you and being a welcoming upperclassman. "Her name is Layla. She's a Rhawatist student."

"Rhawatist? That must be an interesting friendship dynamic. One who studies the stars, and another who studies the earth." He let out a breath, relieved that you weren't offended by his words.

You paused and thought about it for a second. "No, I don't think it's all that strange. If anything, I think the combination of our studies would make a great research topic. Hm, maybe I should bring it up with her sometime."

Tighnari checked the time and found himself frowning. He had enjoyed talking with you once you had started to get comfortable.

"We should head to class. If you ever need anything, let me know. I am a TA, so it's my job to help students in need."

"I will. Thank you, Tighnari. I enjoyed talking with you."

"And I-" he paused, realizing he had never told you what his name was. "How did you know my name?"

"Oh," You felt a flush of heat again. You hadn't realized he didn't say it. "W-well, Layla and I were getting breakfast this morning, and we ran into you and some of your friends at a cafe. She told me your names." You tried to sink into your scarf, for once cursing the sheerness of the fabric. If you revealed the reason why you had been asking you just might die right there and then.

He laughed, the sound tickling your senses. "Sometimes I forget how curious you first years are. If you ever want me to introduce them to you, I can."

"Really?" You looked up a little too eagerly. "Oh, I mean, that would be nice. Thank you."

"Don't worry about it, I understand. See you around, Y/n. Enjoy your Phytology class. I think you'll like the teacher."

"You enjoy classes too!" You waved goodbye awkwardly before finally heading towards your classroom. The silent hallway felt oddly stifling without Tighnari's calm commentary filling the space.

"No way, really?" Layla yawned, listening as hard as she could. The poor girl looked about to fall asleep in her lunch.

"Yeah. He was super nice and even offered to introduce me to his friends we saw at the cafe. Would that be weird?" You asked. You had been going back and forth on what to do since the first day of school nerves had calmed down.

You had spent your classes so far writing down necessary materials and little notes to yourself based on first impressions. However, you had found your mind drifting elsewhere. Evidence of your thoughts were left in sketches in the margins of your paper. Rough outlines of Tighnari's hair and ears littered the back of the page you had been writing on.

"Hm, I think it would be fun. Maybe you could get Cyno to let you do a portrait of him." Layla teased. You rolled your eyes and huffed.

"At least I actually took one of the few art classes this school even offers. We don't even have a choir. If I wasn't so sure of what I wanted to do, I might regret my school choice." You tugged at an unruly lock of hair, taking a bite of you lunch.

"Speaking of Tighnari and his friends..." Layla yawned and pointed across the lunch room, where the four boys had just entered from the Kshahrewar entryway.

You glanced up and nearly spat out your food. HE!! IT'S HIM!!! PRETTY BOY!!! Well, pretty boys. Archons, please tell me I'm not making eye contact. I am making eye contact, aren't I? Shit.

You were, in fact, making eye contact. Tighnari smiled and said something to the other three. Then, to your horror, they started walking towards you and Layla.

"Layla. Layla, wake up. Layla. Fuck me, I'm on my own. I'll kill you for this, Layla." You muttered, trying to act like you hadn't been caught staring. I probably look like an idiot, she thought.

When they stopped next to the table you were sitting at, you pretended to be surprised. You looked up and smiled, hoping your nervousness wasn't as obvious as it felt. You couldn't tell if you were just paranoid or if people really were watching.

"Oh, hello again, Tighnari." You wiggled her fingers at him and glanced desperately at Layla. She was out.

"So this is the underclassman you've been going on about?" Cyno asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Yes, this is Y/n. Y/n, meet Cyno, Kaveh, and Alhaitham." Tighnari motioned to the group behind him. "Mind if we sit with you?"

Technically, yes, you did mind. Having people watching you was one of your least favorite feelings. However, you couldn't really say that you would hate being surrounded with pretty men. On the other hand, there was Layla to worry about. She was asleep, and this was a rare opportunity where she had time to rest.

"Oh, please do. I'm Layla, Y/n's friend." Layla spoke, startling you. You shot her a glare that was met with a cheeky grin.

"I see you're awake now. Eat your lunch. I'm not going to make you extra dinner because you slept through lunch again." You prodded Layla's stomach before scooting over to make more room for the boys.

The boys joined them at the circular table. Tighnari sat next to you, and Cyno next to him. The blond one, Kaveh, sat next to Layla, and Alhaitham left. You decided it was best to not question it.

The boys chatted amongst the three of them, and Layla drifted in and out of exhaustion, sometimes lucid enough to come up with a witty response. You stuck to observing the dynamic, committing their mannerisms and speech patterns to memory for future reference.

Listening to Kaveh talk reminded you of reading a romance novel. His prose was lengthy with impressive vocabulary. He brought to mind maple syrup, with his sweet words and lofty ideals. He tended to ramble on about something or other, enjoying the act of talking along with the sound of his own voice.

Cyno's dry commentary was waved off and even discouraged by Tighnari and Kaveh, but sometimes the combination of his dad jokes and blank serious expressions made you chuckle. His sense of humor reminded you of your dad. Every time he made you laugh, it boosted his ego just a little bit. The visible way he puffed up his chest and let an almost-grin pull at his lips reaffirmed your suspicions that he would make an excellent subject of an art piece.

Best of all was Tighnari. From their interaction earlier, you could never have guessed the extent of his sarcasm. For a TA, he seemed remarkably rebellious. In your head, he had been a strange piece in the puzzle of their group. Now, however, you could see he fit in perfectly.

The only remaining mystery was Alhaitham, the boy from before.

Much too soon for your liking, your break between classes came to an end. You bid farewell to your new friends after giving them your contact information, then went on your way.

You entered the hall towards the Haravatat building, excited for your language class. Throughout school, your language classes had always been your favorite. The challenge of translating back and forth until you fell into an easy familiarity with the words and sounds of a language brought you almost as much comfort as your art class did.

This year, you were finishing the available classes for Fontaine's ancient language. Names from Fontaine had confused you to no end until she started taking the class. It wasn't the most sensible language, and your pronunciation was finicky at best, but it was a welcome difficulty. In comparison to some of your Amurta classes, it was much less dull and required a lot less group work. It was perfect for a chance to relax after lunch.

You made note of the architecture in Haravatat just as you had in Amurta with Tighnari earlier. Where the accents had been green in Amurta, here they were a dark grey. There was much less living greenery ornamenting the halls, and the lights had to be brighter to make up for the lack of brightening decorum. The harsh shine of the fluorescent lights gave you a headache.

Students here carried more textbooks than anything. The lack of precarious experiments allowed you to be less cautious while wandering in an attempt to find your classroom.

You waved your way between students who were gossiping in various languages, and finally saw the right number for your class on the wall. You let out a sigh, relieved that you weren't late.

You opened the door and slipped inside, glancing around to take note of the amount of students in the class. There weren't many, and you didn't recognize those who were there. In one of the back corners, a group of a few people stood and chatted. You made sure to choose a seat across the room from them. You sat more towards the front, but not too close for comfort.

You placed down your bag and grabbed at your scarf. You smoothed it down and checked for any loose strings. When you had assured yourself that everything was in its place, you let yourself relax.

The classroom itself had very little decoration. There was a painting of Fontaine on the front wall, but that was about it.

You sighed sadly, longing to return to Layla and your new acquaintances. At least, at the end of the day, you would be able to go home and eat the congratulatory dinner you had been planning for weeks.

You drifted off into a daydream about the foods you would be able to eat, and how amazing your sleep would be after the day's exhaustion.

Your fantasy was interrupted by a harsh voice from behind you.

"You're not from Haravatat," the voice said. It took you a moment to register what had been said. You turned to look behind you to figure out who had spoken.

You twisted around to get a good look at the person, and felt your heart leap. Fucking hell, fate is surrounding me by pretty men on purpose. I can't tell if it's a blessing or a curse.

There, placing his books on the seat behind her, was the boy that had silently left the group during lunch and never returned. His pretty blue-hazel eyes bored into your own, and you watched a strand of silver hair brush against his cheek before settling against his ear.

You swallowed, hard.

"Oh, Alhaitham, it's you."

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[beybeys-world]

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HELLO!!! If this makes it out of the void of my drafts this is my very first write so give ya hoe some love pretty please! This write is also in 3rd person pov and uses gender neutral pronouns. Constructive criticism is welcome! Please tell me how I did! And for those who made it this far I hope you enjoy part 1/? of my writing. Please give my writing some love for a part 2!

Warnings: Cursing, mention of drinking, pet names, fluff, gender neutral reader

Coming from California, Hawkins Indiana wasn't exactly the place he hoped to settle in, lucky for him he didn't have much of a choice. Hot shot Billy Hargrove had strolled his way into Hawkins high with an arrogant mindset. He knew how his charm worked on people and he could tell it was working with the girls gawking at him as he excited his Camaro. He knew he would have a hell of a morning claiming his new royalty as Hawkins's new king. 

Y/N L/N wasn't particularly gawking at the handsome gentlemen but more of peering due to curiosity. Unlike every other girl in this god forsaken parking lot, they weren't aroused whatsoever by him but intrigued. Y/N wasn't one to fall head over heels first sight and was just wanting to be an acquaintance to billy. After all they had connections with everyone all over Hawkins, being loud and extroverted came with the side of knowing the whole town. Sure he was handsome to them but they were just trying to have a good impression with him especially with him being a new kid. 

“Look at his ass in those jeans!” Tina squealed to which you replied with a gag.

 “EW Tina! Its flatter than a pan I have no idea what curves your seeing.” Y/n chuckled.

 Aside from knowing everyone at school, Tina is your best friend and the one girl you enjoyed company with the most, despite you both being far from similar.

 “mhm yeah right y/n, like you're not drooling over him too!” she teased nudging into y/n. 

Billy was charming and of course y/n was well aware of that but unlike Tina she wanted to get to know him aside from looking and commenting about his ass.

“Okay I have great news! So... my parents are going outta town for a couple days.. and a party must be announced!” Tina cheered handing me a pink flyer. 

“A Halloween party?” You read the flyer “I didn't mark you up for a costume party chic” I joked. 

“Well you better believe it y/n cause i want you there and i want you to spread the word!” Tina began, “I know your one for parties and it wouldn't be a riot without you and your social butterfly spark”. 

She was right, you were a party animal at the parties Tina hosted. A costume party was an open opportunity to show off your stunning outfits and socialize with everyone. You just weren't in the “vibe” to decide on going at the moment. Tina had suggested you go to the party but if you REALLY didn't want to go, to at least spread the word to at least one person. (a hot one, she included)You told Tina that you’d decide on it later but would do your best to spread word. The first period warning bell had rung signaling you to the first period.

                                                   time skip

Walking into class y/n found themselves to be accompanied by the famous Billy hargrove, sitting directly next to them on the seating chart. Not even him being there for 30 minutes, rumors were roaming Hawkins high, all about billy. Despite all the talk Y/N L/N weren't scared whatsoever, but more excited for a new face. Y/N exhaled “how bad could he be” they muttered.

“Hiya! Pleasure to meet ya, you're the new kid right?” you stuck your hand out with a grin. 

“Oh so you’ve heard of little ol me” he snarked with a cocky grin.

“Who hasn't at this point, new kids like you are a big deal in Hawkins. Its a small town after all” you replied, lacing your finger less gloved hand with his to shake.

“Im Billy nice to meet you lovely. Geez firm grip for a doll like you” Billy teased He was right, upon meeting everyone you shook their hand firmly with a grin hoping for a good first impression with whoever you were meeting.

“Pfff please, i’m barely even shaking you, billy boy.” they objected

He replied with a smile leaning back in his chair. “Billy boy, New kid” He thought to himself. Billy liked those nicknames especially hearing them from you.

 Continuing to talk during English class, they were sharing lots of laughs and shares of interests and an occasional “shh” by the teacher as well.Y/N didn't quite talk about themselves in conversation much fearing that they’d bore whoever they were speaking with. But Billy wanted to know just about everything about them.

“You know I like you a lot..” He looked at you as you stuffed your notebook into your bag. “we should get to know each other more, I wanna get to know you and some of your friends” He implied with a grin.

“Hmm well..you busy Friday?” you chimed.

“Wow, makin plans with me already? very bold of you sweetheart” Billy snickered with a shit eating grin.

“No jackass, a party. My friend Tina’s throwin a Halloween costume party. Free drinks too, just show up in a costume so you don’t look like a dunce” They teased.

“Well, are you goin?” Billy questioned.

“I guess I kinda do have to go now if you wanted to get to know me better” Y/N thought out loud.

“Guess you do sweetheart, so is that a date?” Billy smiled with his cocky ever so determined expression

“Slow your roll newbie” they picked up their bag heading towards the next class alongside Billy “It's not a date, it's an invite. Like a hangout” she answered

“Hmm okay, whatever you wanna call it doll. Sure I’ll come to your little “hangout”, i’ll meet you there and maybe I can get to know your pretty little self a bit better ”he flirted with a wink. Which was followed by Y/N shaking their head laughing at Billy’s remark.

“Well this ones, me” Y/N sighed pointing to the doorway of science class

“Hey hey hey, wait I never got your name Princess.” Billy asked

Once again they stuck out their hand to shake his “Stick around and maybe you’ll find out” they winked strolling to their class.

“See ya at the party new kid!” they concluded their conversation with a wave before walking into the class. “What a flirt” you muttered silently laughing to yourself. You couldn't wait to tell Tina about your “invite”. You smiled to yourself then reached in your bag for science notes.

About to light a cigarette Billy realized he was still clenching his hand after shaking y/n’s. He opened his hand to find a crumpled pink flyer with the party information on it that y/n sneakily had slipped while shaking his hand. Later that day he sat in his room rummaging through his closet hoping for something cool for the party. He was gonna be there and he was gonna see them and hopefully find out their name.

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[farfromstrange]

💌 A letter to you lovely people 💌

I wanted to come on here to thank you once again for over 500 followers! I think we’re at 518 now and it feels like such a fever dream.

I started writing on here in July 2022, so it’s almost been a year, and the love you all have shown me since then is blowing my mind every day! We’ve grown so much as a community and for the first time, I feel less alone with the things I like. I get to do what I love and share it with people who find enjoyment in what I write and it’s just… wow. I’ve never thought I would come so far, and I am so fucking grateful to every single one of you because you have saved my creativity and kind of my life because I’ve felt so alone before I came on here, and ever since then I’ve felt like I’ve had a purpose, even when things got rough.

So thank you again, and I consider all of you my friends. I’m so glad you could find pieces of yourself in my work and that it helps you as much as it helps me. I’m so happy that I get to make you laugh, cry and sweat every day with my work, and I don’t think I could ever grow tired of you all or this.

I owe it to Tumblr and the Daredevil fandom that I’ve met who I consider my best friend and platonic soulmate @blackshadowswriter and I don’t think that would have happened if I’d listened to it anxiety and never posted anything on here. I love you with all of my heart 🤍 you are so talented and you deserve the world. Without you, I think my life would only be half as great as it is now.

And to the rest of you, and those who I have just recently started bonding with over Matt and Mikey, also, I can’t even describe how lucky I am to get to know such talented people.

You all have a very special place in my heart, and I want all of you to know that you are perfect just the way you are. You deserve good things and you are loved. Don’t be afraid to speak your mind, you all have a voice and I encourage you to use it. Do what you love and don’t let anyone tell you that you can’t do something. Live for yourself. Fight for what you want. And just be yourself, always because that’s the best version of you 🤍

Thank you, and I can’t wait for what’s to come for me and you in the future!

With love,

Lizzi 🦋

Ps: I’ve contemplated long and hard if I should do a follower celebration, but instead I’ve decided to show you who I am because this has become such a tight-knit community and I want you guys to know who’s actually sitting behind the screen 🫶🏻

If you want to see who I am and what makes me tick, there is more under the cut!

Thank you all for your support again. I love you!

Okay.

For those of you who don't know me, my name is Lisa and I am 20 years old. I was born on January 20th, 2003, I'm a Capricorn, and I am obsessed with Harry Styles, Stranger Things, One Direction, Taylor Swift, and of course,

Daredevil & especially Charlie Cox.

I'm not a native English speaker, I've just been learning it since I was six years old. I'm originally from Germany, but I am a huge traveler and I love London like it's my second home.

I want to start with a small room tour of the things that are dear to me…

1. Mini Charlie (which I got for @blackshadowswriter )

2. And then the wall of fame

3. My Etsy DD Poster

And 4. My Funko Pops

And this is me, I guess…

JUST KIDDING!

This is me trying out the Comic!Matt Outfit that I’ve been dying to try out with my new hair.

(I am a natural blonde)

And then here is just me in my natural habitat:

For one, me at the Harry Styles concert...

And then just regular old me today...

I've met Charlie Cox on December 3rd 2022 at Germa Comic Con and he was the nicest person EVER (he asked my name and shook my hand with both of his and I died!) I was also still blonde at the time, and my smile was so wide, it made my eyes disappear.

What else is there to know about me? Not much.

I am pierced, I have tattoos, and I'm me. That's all there is to it.

The question is, who wore it better?

I don't know, I'd say I win...

Thank you again!

I love you all so much <3

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[stretchyyonko]

I just started one piece last month and I'm currently STILL ON ENNIES LOBBY...since I'm busy on school works and etc.

And here I am reacting to one piece Men I have been spoiled nor encountered in spoilers and mostly Tiktok and twitter. ( Part 01 )

1st up OF COURSE IT'S LUFFY

- THIS BISH RIGHT HERE REALLY MADE ME WATCH ONE PIECE AND SIMP FOR HIM LIKE HOW BOA AND BARTOLOMEO DO IT😭 like bro how can you not...(except the pre-timeskip 'cause I don't the FBI banging up at my door)

- Plus the way he never kills his enemies and him being dense asf funny to me, not to mention him having ADHD IS WAY TO FUCKING ACCURATE...

- AND HE'S TOO FUCKING INNOCENT ASF SKRKGKSNSNAAAAAAAA I just wanna keep him in my pocket and watch him smile at me like how he do 24/7

- Would 100% marry him (don't worry I'll fix him to go bath everyday even if I got to fight him using gear 5 nor fighting his simps and ships)

- I also love how he don't kill his enemies and just downgrade them like how what he did to bellamy.

2nd the cook and the swordsman

- Man...this two..well...I would not wamt to meddle into their banters like an old married couple...

- STRONG ASF

- To be honest I kinda like the pre time skip sanji but he grew up more fine after 2 years, plus I understand why he got unbearable during fishman island arc since he got isolate to an island full of homosexual people and even got into one LMAO but he slayed those heels and dress tho...

- As same as his captain THIS FUCKING SWORDSMAN ONLY BATHES ONCE A WEEK...SKRKGODJAJRJFJ I CAN'T WITH THE TWO OF THEM 😭. Also don't get me wrong..but I kinda find zoro more cool than simp cause I don't know what's wrong to my brain that I can't find him attractive...yet the way he handles women as equal to him is good to me...I find him funny and cool asf yet I find his captain attractive asf HOW 😭?!

- And the fact that I knew then as a ship first and their fanarts are just insanely good too 😭.

3rd Ace and Sabo

- To be honest the ever 1st one piece episode I had watch on TV when I was on 5th grade was the Amazon Lily episode where Boa simped for luffy and I got intrigued watching it because I kinda thought luffy would accept boa's confession LMAO, and by 6th grade I again catched a glimpse of Ace's death on marineford arc and I was confused at first why he got killed not until today wjen I saw some spoilers (By the way Those episode that I watch is a tagalog dub from a TV Channel in our country) So that's why back in the years that I still haven't watch one piece all I knew was Ace's Death and Boa having a crush on luffy.

- It's funny I learnt sabo from my friend who reads One piece manga where she was ranting to me about sabo and there I got curious and ask her what happened, and there she explained to me that Luffy has another brother which I got surprised cause all I know back then was Ace and there she was crying how handsome sabo was and was also crying because of luffy meeting sabo again. Back then I always thought that these three is brothers by blood and not by alcohol 😭.

- To be honest Ace's visuals back then was hella majestic but funny at the same time but after the re-animation he got babygirly-fied LIKE BRO HIS ANIMATION ON THAT SCENE IN WANO HIS TIDDIES GOT BIG ASF HELL IT BIGGER THAN MINE.

- Sabo on the other hand well I saw him in the movie Film Gold and Stampede First and also I took a little research about The Revolutionary army BUT WHAT CAUGHT MY EYE WAS KOALA...SHE'S SO CUTE AND GORG MAN...HELL I WOULD FIGH–ehem anyways back to sabo, yeah he's intelligence and strength got me shook cause how can he divide those fingers like that sjrkgks I wanna learn their karate too 😭.

4th Law and Kid

- Well knowing the social media the wano episodes are all over my tiktok fyo page and these two caught my eye since they are always beside luffy in wano.

- Except for Law I knew him on that edit of kamiya hiroshi's voice characters and yes I quickly went to the comment section to know his name.

- I got exposed to knowing him when my friend who stopped watching one piece told me that he often got shipped with luffy and boi after I typed the "LawLu DJ" there I got bombarded with some of their popular comic strips and fanarts that is sometimes questionable and sometimes sweet and fluffy and sweet and some others are traumatizing LMAO SPECIALLY THAT ONE WHERE HE USED HIS DEVIL FRUIT TO CUT HIM AND F HIM 😭. Plus the fact he kinda resemble my boyfriend that's why I found his visual quite appealing...EVEN THE HUMOR AND BRAIN IS ACCURATE LIKE ITS SCARY ASF 😭.

- To kid I kinda find him resemble to bakugo LMAO I DON'T EVEN WATCH MHA YET yet I find him cute and quite funny too.

- Not to mention the manga chapter 1063 and 1079 💀 got me thinking dark humor about then LMAO HELP.

End of Part 1 💗

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[of-twilight-and-moonshadow]

Never Should Have Let You Go - Adam Cole x Reader PART 2

Can we just take a moment to appreciate how adorable this man is? *.*

*clear throat* Anyhow– so here is part 2 of Reader x Adam Cole, Never Should’ve Let You Go. It’s more from Adam’s prospective/2nd/3rd POV.

Also, I legit work(Well-- WORKED) at a Dollar store, so I am/will be pulling from incidents that happen to me or ones I hear from other stores.

Fun times *eye roll*

Fun Fact: The Microroni story included actually happened. To me. I was sick a couple weeks back, doing a reset (moving shelf labels and product around) with a coworker and the Microwavable Beefaroni had to move a shelf down– and instead I said the Microroni needed to move. She about died laughing)

Also, I don’t know yet if one of these chapters will have a smut section. I’ve never written smut– but i’ve read it, so I know good vs bad smut. I just don’t know if I’m comfortable, yet, writing it. So for now, enjoy all the fluff you can handle.

Y/N/N = Your Nick Name Y/N = Your Name Y/E/C = Your Eye Color

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Part 1 - Part 3 - Part 4

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2017 - EIGHT YEARS LATER

“—don’t understand why you have such a problem with it!” Adam exclaimed in exasperation, frowning to his girlfriend Britt,” Y/N/N never did—”

“There it is! Again!” Britt exclaimed back, scowling at him,” Everything—it’s always Y/N/N this, Y/N/N that! I’m not her, Adam!”

“I’m well aware, thanks!” Adam fired back angrily. All they seemed to do for several months now, was fight. It was the first time they saw each other in a month, and within five minutes they were already at each other’s throats.  

“Maybe you should just give her a call if you are so concerned about her!”

“Her numbers been disconnected.”

Britt stood there, almost dumbfounded, before crossing her arms and giving a click of her tongue,” And there it is. You’ve already tried. Should’ve known.”

“Britt c’mon,” Adam sighed,” You know it’s not like—”

“Save it, Adam,” Britt shook her head,” I’m done being constantly compared to your high school sweetheart.” Turning, she walked away—ignoring Adam as he called out to her.

“Britt— Britt!” Balling up his fist in anger, Adam swung at the crate nearest him, hissing in pain as he hit the toughened plastic harder than he intended.

“Forget it, man,” he muttered under his breath, walking the opposite way that Britt had left. If she was done, then so be it; time to focus on the career again.

That was seven months ago. October had crept up on everyone- and Adam was rolling on the high of successfully debuting in NXT along with Kyle and Bobby. Sewing chaos back stage for the cameras—and searching for a decent apartment in the area—kept him busy enough. It was the day after filming their latest hijinks—all Adam wanted to do was rest a bit, but instead he found himself at a local Dollar store, picking up items he needed for the apartment. He didn’t expect the small store to have everything it did—but here he was quickly filling a cart. Kyle and Bobby had got roped into tagging along—and the three were just having a blast, cracking jokes at certain things or memories that came up.

“Remember when you were so tired that one night—you were combining every word you said?” Bobby laughed, causing Kyle to groan.

“Come on man, I was up for almost 45 hours.”

“Beefaroni and Microwavable— what was it again, Adam?”

“Microroni,” Adam laughed,” What was even better was that the Macaroni was right beside him too!”

“I hate you guys,” Kyle rolled his eyes, walking off towards the end of the aisle on his own.

“Oh, come on, kid—all in good fun,” Bobby chuckled. Adam looked up briefly from the coffee to see where Kyle was at, glancing back to the coffee tins. Quickly, he done a double take—his head snapping back towards Kyle’s direction, blue eyes widening slightly.

“No…” he whispered.

“You good?” Bobby asked, noticing his friends state of shock. Wordlessly, Adam left his cart where it was and walked down to Kyle’s location, carefully peering out from the end of the aisle.

Five aisles down, focusing on a display she had to set was the one person Adam never thought he would see again. The one person that stole his heart ten years ago. The one person he was still in love with.

“Y/N/N…” he breathed, swallowing the lump in his throat—unaware that Bobby and Kyle were standing right beside him, looking in the same direction.

“S’up man? You know her?” Kyle asked.

“T-that’s Y/N/N…”

“Y/N/N? W—” Kyle started, before stopping as his eyes widened in surprise,” Wait—Y/N Y/N/N? Your girlfriend from high school?”

The words escaped him, so all Adam could do was nod once.

“She’s more beautiful than I remember…”

“Go talk to her,” Bobby ushered, nodding his head in Y/N’s direction as she focused on the numerous papers and shelves.

“Nah, nah—I—I can’t.”

“Why not?” Kyle questioned, confusion evident in both his expression and voice.

“Wh— It’s been eight years!” Adam exclaimed, before glancing back over his shoulder real quick. Seemingly being unheard by Y/N, he lowered his voice as he continued with sadness,” She’s probably moved on.”

“You don’t know that,” Bobby told his long-time friend,” Let me just give you one piece of advice— Adam. You listening, man?”

Kyle and Bobby watched in mild amusement as Adam leaned carefully around the corner of the aisle, peering out from the canned goods.

“She always done that—scrunched her face like that? Something’s not adding up—she’s trying to figure out why,” Adam recalled, watching with a ghost of a smile on his face.

“I don’t think he’s listening,” Kyle chuckled to Bobby, who gave a nod of agreeance.

“Y/N—I need you up front.” A voice rang through the walkie on her hip, causing her to sigh softly as she put down her papers.

“I’ll be right there.”

She disappeared into another aisle—and almost without thought, Adam snuck after her.

“I’ll grab the cart,” Kyle smirked, as he and Bobby followed along behind their friend in a non-suspicious behavior. They caught up to Adam, who was watching from behind the Pepsi display, as Y/N seemed to be explaining something to a customer. Her voice floated just far enough that they heard what was being discussed.

“—not on sale. The sign states exactly what’s half off—spring items, planters, seeds. This is a harvest for the Fall.”

“But it was back there with the clearance! I want it for that price!”

“I’m sorry, m’am, but I’m not going to price override it. The signs clearly state—”

“I want to speak to the manager!”

“M’am—”

“Manager! I want to speak with them—not you! You clearly don’t know what you’re doing! Your manager will know about this!”

The three men saw Y/N seemingly take a deep breath and Adam gave a small smirk.

“Deep breath, chewing on the bottom lip— and— and— there it is. Arms crossed in front of her. She’s trying to keep her cool, to remain calm. She’s yelling on the inside—chewing the lady apart.”

“M’am—I—”

“No! Manager—right now!” the customer demanded, crossing her arms and glaring at Y/N.

“Sure, let me go get her.”

They watch as she disappears down the registers towards a room in the corner, closing the door behind her.

“She’s losing her job over this! Mark my words!”

Adam watches in baited breath, before the door opens again and Y/N walks back towards the registers—a huge smile plastered on her face.

“She’s got something up her sleeve.”

“Hello! I’m the store manager, Y/N,”she said, pointing to her name badge,” How can I help you today?”

“You are not! Don’t lie to me! Get your manager out here right now!”

“M’am—”

“—can’t believe you! I will have your job for this! Get the manager out—”

“I’m going to ask you to leave,” Y/N said, talking over the customer,” And if you don’t leave, I will call the police.”

“You bitch! You think you can do this to me?! Do you have any idea who—”

“Get out and never come back to my store,” Y/N told her, raising her voice, as she pointed to the doors.

The customer let out a shriek of indignance, before stomping her way out of the store.

“If she comes back in here, let me know—okay?” The cashier gave a nod- before Y/N looked to the few customers that were in the line.

“Thank you all for being patient.” Walking away from the register, Adam watched as she disappeared back down an aisle to the project she left previously.

“She’s…” Adam whispered, barely loud enough that Kyle and Bobby heard.

“Do you see them?” Kyle asked, leaning back towards the older man, as Adam looked over at them in confusion.

“You mean the little hearts in his eyes? Yeah—I see ‘em.”

“Shut up,” Adam scoffed, a slight blush tinting his cheeks.

“Look, man. While I’ve got your attention,” Bobby said,” I’ve got one piece of advice for you—and it’s all I’ll say. If you don’t go up to her, talk to her—and leave here today, never coming back—you’ll always wonder. What if? What if she is single? What if she’s been waiting for you? What if—she still loves you as much as you love her? Would you be able to live with yourself knowing you didn’t take the chance?”

Could he?

Adam contemplated it for a few moments, crossing his arms in front of him and softly nibbling on his thumbnail, staring off into space. His baby blues glossed over momentarily as memories from ten years ago replayed in his head.

Seeing Y/N in the hallways at school and always thinking she would never be interested in him.

Being surprised, when one day after school, a group of them decided to play tackle football—and she was one of the few girls who joined. Adam remembered the surprise he felt—when, as he was getting ready to pass the football to a teammate, and she came out of nowhere and tackled him with her full bodyweight. The sudden impact had caused him to fall over into the mud—the ball slipping from his hands. After the initial shock was over, a slight flutter of happiness traveled through him when he found she was straddled over his waist, her arms covered in mud—some streaks of brown on her face. In that moment, he saw her beauty—her true beauty. After a slight awkward shuffling off one another and standing up, he tossed her a small smile to which she had returned with a shy smile of her own.

Their first date had gone completely wrong—but in the end, was probably the best first date that could’ve happened. The original plans had been going to the local diner a couple blocks away- but the weather had different plans. After being soaked within a minute of being outside, the two spent hours playing video games—and Y/N didn’t go home until almost one in the morning.

Their first kiss happened out of the blue—outside in the cold Pennsylvania winter. A simple snowman had turned into an all-out snowball fight. Before either one knew it, they were rolling around in the cold snow, both laughing up a storm- until they came to a stop, Adam slightly leaning over Y/N. Both were red in the face from the cold but smiling despite it. His eyes briefly flickered to her lips, before looking her in the eyes once more—hesitantly leaning down. It was soft and almost uncertain—but both couldn’t ignore the fireworks that they felt.  

“—match against Roddy next week. Be just like old times,” Bobby was saying, as Adam came back to earth. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he knew what he had to do.

It was now or never.

Kyle and Bobby watched quietly as their close friend walked down the aisle, heading to where Y/N worked. As he neared her, Adam peered around the corner cautiously, watching for just a moment longer.

“If this goes to Hell—I just… I need one last, good look at her…”

As he worked up the courage to step around, he saw the metal shelf she had just put up slip out of its place and fall to the floor with a loud clatter- as she let out a groan of annoyance.

“Seriously—work with me here, come on,” Y/N muttered, as she bent down to pick it up.

“Need a hand with that, princess?”

Adam saw her freeze in place, before she slowly straightened back up; her e/c gaze meeting his baby blues. He gave her a shy smile—tentative and uncertain—as he swallowed the lump in his throat once again.

Why did this girl always make him so nervous? Even ten years later, he still felt like that 16-year-old boy in high school, watching her from afar.

“A-Adam?”

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The Medicated Series: features OC’s with medical issues such as depression, anxiety, physical disabilities such as MS or Rheumatoid Arthritis as well as any other autoimmune disease such as Crohn’s, endometriosis, infertility, etc. (not an autoimmune but you get it) I feel, as a person with a physical disability, that there is a lack of representation and have always wanted to see myself in y/n stories. Always have and always will.

Master Post Cale Makar Medicated Series:

Part two of series.

In my writing, it will have inclusivity, not exclusivity.

Love you all, stay healthy and safe.

I’m starting off with rheumatoid arthritis since this is what I have, and have so much to say ! haha. Enjoy xx

Links for information regarding rheumatoid arthritis:

https://www.cdc.gov/arthritis/basics/rheumatoid-arthritis

triggers/warnings: medications, needles/infusions,and talks of depression/anxiety. and angst.

Original Character: Eliza Nicole James, 23 years old. Brunette Hair, Blue Eyes, short and curvy.

Word Count: 4k

A/N: ALSO, I am so gratfeul that you guys seem to be liking this so far. And thankyou for the sweet messages and support, it means the world. I hope you guys enjoy :)

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Eliza’s Pov:

I stared at my laptop, on this wonderful, freezing cold tuesday Feburary morning. It had been a month and a half now, of talking to Cale and growing our friednship. I defintly had a crush on him, but down played it so I wouldn't get hurt. He for sure did not like me. He'd leave eventually, right? Even as a friend.

Cale was picking me up from work today, and planned on taking me out to an early dinner, our 3rd out of the apartment date. The winter had given me a beating, and with Cale being gone most days- it was easy to be alone and not over overexert myself. and not bother him ofcourse.

"Hey are you okay?" Eric asked walking in after seeing mestaring blankly at my email. It was an email from Joe Sakic himself, asking if I wanted to come on board for the community outreach initative program for the Avalnche Organization.

"Um.. look at this." I said turning around my laptop, confused and at a loss for words.

[Dear Eliza James,

I am emailing you in hopes of having you become part of the Colorado Avalanche team. Upon our talks about the game that the wonderful kids were honored at, I was amazed at how much you have a niche for this. We would be honored to have you join our team as the Manager in charge of our Community Outreach Program. We have a wonderful team across the board, and we know you will fit in perfectly. Let us know what you think by March 1st.

We would look forward to hearing from you soon.

Best Regards,

Joe Sakic. ]

"Oh shit, I was wondering when he was gonna send it." Eric said non chalantly, my eyeballs left my socket at his words. "Wait-wait what?" I asked in disbelief and he let out a chuckle, "The night of the game, he was talking to me and what I thought of the idea. I couldn't say no, they were so impressed by your ogranizing of the game that he thought you would make a perfect addition to the team. I say go for it, Liza." he said with a grin. I shook my head, "No, they'll think im too much to work with. Too much to deal with. What happens if I am out for a week? HUH? what then?" I asked rubbing my hands over my face. "I already gave them a run down, besides its illegal to fire somebody over a disability. I will personally remind them myselves after I come over there and take some heads off and maybe drop them off a lawsuit in the process." Eric said, making me laugh. he would do it.

My stomach was in knots, and I was still at a loss for words. "I don't know, I can't leave these kids. I can't leave Martha, my irish babe." I said sadly and he shook his head.

"But you'll reach even more people with your fighting spirit, love." he said grabbing ahold of my shaking hand. "Mmm, we will see. I have until the end of the month to decide." I said feeling my head spin. "Okay, whatever you say honey." he joked. "Besides I can't leave my favorite gay best friend, now can I?" I grinned at Eric who laughed. "I think I might be your only gay friend but anywho, lover boy is waiting at the desk for you." Eric said walking out.

I groaned grabbing my papers and my laptop and putting it in the bag, the email would have to wait.

I walked out into the hallway, saying goodbye to my other friend who is a physical therapist- Mike and my hall buddy. He waved me off as I began to make my way towards the front desk, where Cale was.

As I turned the corner, I saw Cale talking to the front desk ladies and I smiled as I walked up to him. The ladies noticed and smiled at me, and with that Cale turned around. His smile reaching ear to ear, as he did so. "Hi." I mused stopping in front of him, before turning to the front desk ladies. "Goodnight ladies, I will see you bright and early tomorrow." I grinned and they shook there heads, "We will see you at ten am sharp!" one of them joked and I laughed. "Bye now." I said, turning back to Cale who offered to take my bag and I obliged and handed it over to him. "Oh my god, whats in here?" He joked before turning to the ladies, "Thankyou for the tips, Ill be sure to use them. Goodnight!" He said grabbing ahold of my hand and walking out with me. I looked down at his hand and was shocked. No guy had ever held my hand before. Cale sensed my nerves and gave me a comforting smile.

Cale opened the passenger door for me, and waited until I was settled to shut the door and placed the bag behind my seat and jogging over to his side.

"That was quick." I mused and he looked over with a confused face, "You. Jogging. Fast." I said feeling small and then it clicked for him. "Yeah, normal things like that haunt me." I joked pulling my seat belt on as I felt the car turn on. "So how was your day?" he asked pulling out of the loading spot. I shrugged, "it was ok. draining but ok." I said cooly and he nodded. "How was yours? Did Nathan fall a lot today?" I grinned and he laughed. "I will say those notes that Martha gave, have held up. Can't forget EJ reminding him every day." Cale responded making me laugh. "Yes, cannot forget about the reenforncer EJ!"I added causing him to laugh as well. "Where are we going tonight?" I asked as we drove some more through the city.

"Stout Street Social downtown." He responded and I smiled, "You remembered how much I favor brew pub fare over anything anyday." I said taken back by that small little tidbit.

We were at my apartment while Becca was out with some of our friends, and I had given some options from doordash and saw that there was this brew pub and how much I enjoy brew pub food, but it was in passing as we were looking at a thai food place.

"Of course, Eliza. Im excited, we really didn't go to these places growing up so now that I live here -- I definetly enjoy the fare." he mused. "Well, this is all I grew up with. Not gonna lie. So I will give you many options." I joked as we were nearing the restaurant. We pulled into the small lot they had behind the hotel, and parked with Cale gracioulsy taking care of the fee.

We walked side by side, with my walking slower so I wouldn't slip on ice. "Oh my god, im sorry. I should have dropped you off." he said realizing what was going on. I waved him off, as he looped his arm within mine. "Thankyou." was all I could muster out on this cold evening.

We walked inside, and I took notice of the low key and chill atmopshere and knew I was going to enjoy the evening.

The hostess took our coats, and Cale put me in front of him as we walked back towards our table.

Partially out of manners and partially out of being in a spot he could grab her incase she fell down.

Near the back of the brew pub, we sat down and I looked around at the differnt cups and jugs on the wall. "woah." I said looking off into the distance and seeing a deer head. "Wouldn't be the wild west without a deer head." I murmured, which Cale caught and chuckled.

"So many good options." I thought looking down the list, going form appetiziers to main courses, dessert and the alochol list. Nope, no alcohol for me tonight.

"What are you getting?" he asked looking up from his menu. "Hmm, dont judge me though." I said shyly. "Never, I could never judge you Eliza." he said. That warmed my heart a tad bit. "Im getting the chicken tenders..." I trailed off staring at the table as he started to chuckle. I looked up and took in his demanor, "NO judgment here, that's what I got the first time I came here." He mused and I sighed, rubbing my hands under the table together. "You gotta have a go to meal, right? A safe option." he joked as the waitress came up to take our orders.

We ordered our dinner, as well as a veggie hummus platter and our drinks.

"Nate would be so proud of me right now." Cale said as the waitress walked away. "What do you mean?" I asked confused. I had never met the dude outside of the few times at work I've seen him, or the game. "Veggies are kind of his thing. he's a freaking health nut and will go off on people if they don't take care of themselves during the season." He explained and I grimaced. "Well that's shitty." I said without thinking, "I mean like, its your body your choice on what you do with it. nobody elses."I explained and Cale nodded. "I guess, but he means well." Cale said and I nodded, "Besides isn't your name being Kale enough?" I joked and he nodded. "Clearly not." He mused.

that still irked me though, what an ass.

The night continued with them cracking jokes, learning more about one another and was filled with Eliza's very sarcastic comments. She had to explain more than once, that she was not being mean. She didn't mean anything in a negetive way.

"Just ask Becc-" I froze as my knees cracked as I stood up. "Fuck." I mumbled and Cale's eyebrows crinkled trying to figure out was wrong. "Sorry, I am very stiff right now. I sat too long." I said groaning, taking slow steps out of the tables and into the walk way.

Cale stood behind me, pressing a small hand to my back.

"All good, take your time." he said as we neared there way to the coat check.

"Great people are staring." I mumbled fighting back tears. People always did this. They stared because I seemed like I was drunk, because of how unstable I was.

We got to the coatcheck, and I threw my coat half on with my scarf and walked out the door.

Cale threw his coat on, and went out after her. Despite her walking slowly, she was halfway down the street, about to turn the corner to the parking lot. He picked up a light jog to catch up to her.

"Eliza-" I cut him off, "I would like to go home now." I said exhausted and on the verge of tears. He nodded looping my arm in his and walking the rest of the way to his car.

Once I settled in, he shut my door and went to his side. I looked out the window and internally sighed. I hated being looked at like I was something out of place in society, or that I had something severely wrong with me.

I didn't say anything for a few minutes,and Cale respected my silence.

We made our way to my apartment building, the minutes winding down on this evening.

He pulled into parking garage and parked in a guest spot, and waited a few minutes to speak.

"They always look at me like im drunk." I confessed as he looked at me. "They've always looked at me like im a freak because I can't walk properly. But until they go through what I have gone through, they would be amazed at how I even have the ability to walk like I do." I said heatedly unbuckling my seat belt.

"And I am sorry you had to see everybody look at us, I am sorry. It's uncomfortable. I get it, if you dont want hang out with me anymore. Since, this is what you are in for." I sighed getting ready to hop out.

"Eliza, wait.” Cale said softly and I looked back at him with fear rising, searching his face for anything. Any inkling at what he might be thinking.

"First up, I am sorry that people stare at you. I am, I am sorry that you have had to deal with people staring at you for a long time. It is not right. And Secondly, I don't care. I get looked at all the time, maybe for different reasons but neverthless, I don't care. All I cared about was you in that moment. That's it, so hell with them. Thirdly, I want to continue to hang out with you. I want to continue being your friend. Especially if you come work with us-" I cut him off. "You knew about that?" I said in disbelief. He nodded, "Yeah Joe told me and everybody else that was there that he had offered you a position. Everybody including myself was excited about the potential oppurtunity to work with you. We saw how much passion you had with the kids at The Pavillionand we want that somehow, someway with us. Also, you are pretty hilarious if you ask us. Somebody's gotta come in hot with small remarks and just leave." He said grinning.

My heart sofetned and I nodded.

"I dont know cale, you're just saying that to be nice to me." I said trying not to buy his words.

He shook his head, "No, I am being genuine Eliza. I want you to be in our lives. I want you to be in my life." he said honestly. I bit my lip looking down, "I don't know Cale, im just like not used to being wanted that's all." I said holding back tears. "And having what I have, makes you isolated so im sorry for having a hard time believing you." I said feeling rather uncomfortable now. He nodded, doing something that I never thought any guy would do.

He grabbed ahold of my hand and gave me a smile, "I like you Eliza. I like you, all of you." he said and that broke my heart. I shook my head, "No. you barely know me, you like the idea of me, you like the idea of possibly 'fixing' me and you'll get bored and annoyed so easily, Cale. You'll see my limitations and see that you have no life with me. No friendship with me. I just know it." I barely got out before grabbing my bag from the back seat and getting out of the car.

He can't like me, there's no way in hell. I pressed the elevator with my key chain and it opened allowing for me to step inside and shut it quickly. I walked out into the hall as it got to the 8th floor ready to cry.

I opened my door to Becca eating some icecream, and as soon as she saw my face she dropped the spoon and came over.

She wrapped her arms around me, pulling me close.

"Oh no, E what happened?" She questioned, pulling back and inspecting me. I let out a sob, with her pulling me back in.

"I told him that he doesn't have a future with me B. I told him he will see my limitations and that he wouldn't want somebody like me." I said into her shoulder and she rubbed my back. "How about I turn on the shower, get your favorite pj's and some hot coco ready?" she questioned as I pulled away. I nodded, wiping my tears and made my way to my bedroom.

Becca's pov:

I watched as E slipped into the bathroom, before pulling out her phone and opening it to Cale's Contact.

I inputted his number into mine and pressed imessage.

[Becca: Hey this is Becca- Eliza's bff and roommate, I heard what happened. She is really torn up about it. Im sorry. Please don't hold this against her. Even if you guys dont talk anymore, please be nice to her if she takes the job.]

I pressed send, hoping he'd get it soon.

[Cale: Hey Becca and yeah I figured. I tried to tell her that what she has doesn't matter and I know that is hard to believe. But believe me, there is so much more to her than her physical strengths and weaknesses. and always, no matter what. Ill always go out of my way for her.]

Awe, he's adorable. He's a good seed.

[Becca: Good. I will try to get more out of her, but yeah, she's never had a guy like her before so this is all new territory for her. Again, Ill try to get her to talk to you. Ill see. shes currently destressing and Ill see how she is later on.]

[Cale: No matter who has and hasnt liked her, I do. I hope she accepts it.]

[Becca: Long shot but I will keep you updated. Again, thanks for getting her home safetly. Now go score a goal tomorrow ;)]

Cale has read and liked the message.

Eliza opened the door, and I turned around ready with icecream and water.

She walked towards me in somewhat of a faze, and I frowned at her apperance.

"Im okay, B. I promise." She said sitting beside me on the bar stool.

"So are you gonna take that job?" I asked curously and she shrugged. "I dont know, probably not." She said with a sad tone. "wait why? That looks like an amazing oppurtunity." I said confused. "I have phenominal health care B. I have to think about that, first off. Secondly, I cant or dont want to leave my kiddos. Martha would be so heart broken. Ive been with her for three years, shes literally my little soul sister at this point. and thirdly, I dont know if I can work around Cale, Espcially not after tonight. Or any of them. There is so many avaibable eyes to judge me. with healthcare, they understand and have understood from the minute I got Eric and the hospital to open the pavillion up." she explained and I nodded. "I love my job, I don't know if I want to leave just left." She added and I nodded wrapping my arm around her.

"Will you still come with me tomorrow?" she asked, "I wouldn't miss tomorrow for the world pretty girl." I responded pulling her in.

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Eliza's POV:

I walked in with B to the denver medical center, today was the 10th day of the month, so I was due for my monthly infusion.

A day filled with reading, writing, sleeping and crying.

We sat down in the infusion center that held only one other person due to covid.

"Hi miss blue eyed girl, how are we feeling today?" Marcia, my favorite infusion nurse sweetly inquired.

I shrugged, "pain is a 4 today, but we will see how it goes." I said sighing and sitting back. She smiled softly, "is it me becca or does she always look on the negitive side of things? a 4 is amazing Eliza, that's improvement from last month." She beamed and I nodded holding my tongue as she adjusted all the vitals that she was going to be taking before hand.

Ten minutes later she put a anti histamine in the iv and I felt five minutes later, the immediate overwhelming sensation of exhaustion, feeling like I didn't have any control over my body, a numbness but tingly throughout my body and felt like I was out of my body.

I sighed laying back with Becca holding my hand and offering a comforting smile, "Keep kicking it. It'll be over in no time." she said and I nodded closing my eyes as the exhaustion became too strong to hold off.

[authors note: its so overwhelming, I hated that feeling. It's one I hope for you to never experience.]

Beccas POV:

She was out like a light. Marcia came up beside me and sighed, "even after all these years- it still gets her. so quickly." I nodded in agreemant. "yeah, im afraid it'll never get easier." I mused and she nodded walking away.

About an hour later, my phone buzzed alerting me with a text from Cale.

[Cale: How is she today? She hasn't responded to me.]

[Becca: She's been passed out for an hour. shes currently at the hospital for an infusion, every 10th of the month she has one. I acocmpany her every time.]

[Cale: wow, shes never menitioned it once to me. actually, shes never mentioned anything about her arthritis to me really.]

[Becca: Shes a closed off person, for a reason Cale. This is just one of the many realities of her arthritis. she doesnt let anybody know about the shit she goes through, the amount of doctor appointments that me or her parents take her to. the amount of tests, blood drawings, xrays/pet scans, and these infusions. these infusions kill her. these are one of the worst things she has had to do. and on top of that the daily shit. the nightly sweats that finally stopping, so she's not awoken up every morning with sweat down her back and her sheets soaked. you also have the daily stiffness and joints cracking. the flare up that consist nothing but flu like symptoms but without the vomiting. hows she on multiple medications a day PLUS a monthly infusion. this life isnt pretty, shes a fucking warrior.]

[Cale: christ.]

[Cale: i wish she'd open up to me a bit more, so she wouldn't have to carry all of this by herself.]

[Becca: you and me both. Ill let her know to check her phone, she's beginning to shake the tingles off.]

[Cale: okay good, thanks. tingles?]

[Becca: an un godly amount of allergy medication goes in her system and it knocks her out, makes her shake, she feels numb but has tingly sensations. its wicked scary the first time you see it. every once in a while, her teeth will chatter. im surprised she hasnt gotten chills yet tbh. usually she has them by now. like imagine watching her go through all of this, i cant even imagine going through it myself]

[Cale: could i possbily go with her next time? give you a break? I mean as long as it's okay with Eliza.]

[Becca: we shall see. Like I said, me and her family are the only one's who get to see this side of her. Ill mention it to her and see. Besides, if she hasn't opened up about anything, chances are she wouldn't want you to see her like this.]

[Cale: understandable. let me know, and let her know i had some flowers ordered for her and they will be dropped off to your apartment in a few hours.]

[Becca: so sweet cale, thankyou. she will be appreciative.]

I looked up from my phone to see Eliza beginning to wake up from her uncomfortable but blissful sleep.

"Goodmorning." I said in a playful voice and she smiled, yawning and strecthing.

"Miss sunshine waking up, how are you feeling? need one of us to fetch anything?" Marcia said walking back up and checking her vitals.

All good. "Hmmm, a venti cold brew with vanilla sweet cream sounds delectable." Eliza mused and I laughed looking at Marcia who clapped her hands together.

"Let me get Eric right on it!!" She said pulling out her phone and calling Eric.

"Eric hun, Eliza would LOVE a starbucks right now." Marcia said putting the phone on speaker.

"Oh for the love of christ, James better be grateful im getting up from my very importnant midday nap for this." Eric joked causing Eliza to laugh.

"Thankyou Eric, super thankful for ya." Eliza beamed.

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Eliza's POV:

Four hours later we were back at home, around 2 'oclock. We had gone in at 7:45 and had spent the morning getting the oh so beautiful medicine that gives me life, infused in me. oh what fun.

"Oh lookey here, we have a surprise." Becca beamed walking in behind Eliza.

"Wait who are those for?" I asked confused, sitting down at the kitchen counter.

"Here." Becca said handing me the card. I opened it, giving her an eyebrow and saw the note.

[Thinking of you, heard that you had a infusion today and hope everything went well. Let me know how you feel when you can, Cale :)]

"Aweeee." becca sang out jumping up and down.

"You told him?" I asked a little annoyed.

"Eli-" I cut her off, "No, I didn't tell him for a reason. Now, he's really gonna look at me like im severly sick. That I am an issue. People can look at me and not realize I am sick because I have a silent disease Eliza. You may know and he may know, but just by looking at me I seem healthy but Im not and now this is really gonna push him a way." I said tears brimming my eyes as I rambled stressfully.

"Babes, he literally said to reach out when you can, that doesnt look like he's pushing you away." Becca said sympathetically and I shook my head.

"No, remember last time when I opened up to somebody that I thought was a friend? They dropped me within hours, so no." I sighed pushing myself off of the barstool and walking towards me room.

I shut my door, sitting down on my bed and laying down.

I curled into a fetus position and looked at the window overlooking denver.

God, how I wish I could be normal and not have to freak about somebody liking me. Cale is the first friend since I was dropped a year ago, and it terrifies me that he will leave too. That I will show him a part of me that he can never unsee and I don't want to lose him.

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Digimon Adventure V-Tamer 01 - Disc 8

Another mysterious appearance by a main character looking dude on the inner flap of this volume. He kinda looks like that Ryo guy from the Adventure 02 Ken flashbacks. Guess I'll find out...

Side note: apparently Arkadimon won 3rd place in the Japanese popularity poll? How!? He's literally the most boring digimon ever!

Ch. 46

-How are we on the final battle already if there's a whole other volume after this one? Either this isn't the final battle and they'll pull some "secret final boss" nonsense (it is the Digimon way) OR vol. 9 will just be like epilogue stuff. I'd prefer the latter

-In the scanlation I'm reading Taichi says "attacks won't work on Arkadimon, let's try direct attacks!" I kinda got what they were going for, but it's a bad translation, so I looked at the original Japanese. They use 必殺技 (hissatsuwaza) and 直接 (chokusetsu). So, special attacks don't work, but direct attacks do. Kinda like when you can't use magic on some enemies in games.

Ch. 47

-You see, ripping up Zero's wings and stabbing him through the chest has kind of lost all impact at this point. Not only is this a kid's manga so I know he'll be okay, but also we've already seen him recover from those specific injuries before.

-Gabo and Rei are cute together, I could see them as protagonist/partner in an alternate version of this story.

Ch. 48

-Wow, they're really going hard with this "rock bottom" moment. I know things will turn out okay, but if I was a dumb 8 year old who's never read anything like this before, I might be kinda shook

-Neo continues to be a flat character. You would think adding his sister to the story as a good guy would cause him to have some kind of inner conflict, but he's just evil for the sake of evil and his sister being around has had zero impact. Boooo

Ch. 49

-Not much happened in this chapter, they just explained how the Dot Matrix attack works and prepared to fight Neo's army. Zero is in the ICU and Taichi's basically catatonic. I feel like the level of despair being conveyed by Taichi is a little more than we ever saw in the anime. Manga always tends to be an edgier medium.

Ch. 50

-This whole time I've been calling him "Leomon," but he was actually Panyamon (the white reskin). Also, Dominimon is new...not as badass looking as Seraphimon

-The "all digimon give Zero strength" scene was a good opportunity to bring back some one-off background characters. Cute to see that some of them have digivolved too.

Ch. 51

-Okay, I'm not crazy for thinking it was Leomon because they literally call him "Leo" lol

-Kinda don't like how Zero and Taichi are the "chosen ones" and no one else can even scratch Arkadimon. It would be more interesting if they worked as real team where everyone balances each other out. I guess why they don't do solo MCs in the anime...

Omake - Hot Blooded!

-So I was right, we get a crossover with Ryo due to a Wonderswan promotion. It's nice to see a different MC design for once! He kind of reminds me of Lloyd Irving

-This was shorter and had a sillier tone than the other crossovers. It was kind of stupid that they defeated Demon's henchman via "hot bloodedness," but it was funny how equally matched Taichi and Ryo were in personality.

-I wish we could have seen more of -checks wiki- Monodramon. I really like his design. Very Spyro the Dragon.

I can't believe there's only one more volume left! I feel like I zoomed through this. As far as I can tell, Digimon really isn't known for its manga, so it's been interesting to see some of the neglected bits of the franchise. It's definitely a kids and super fans only kinda situation because neither the plot or characters are that deep or unique. I guess that makes a nice brain-off read though.

#digimon #manga #digimon adventure v-tamer 01

[mmeowmmeowonao3]

Cowboy and the Dough puncher

teenage cowboy agent whiskey x cook m!reader

3 fic ive ever made, english 3rd language,hotel trivago

disclaimer. i am not a cowboy

also catch the mib ref

You take a summer job as a helper at a chuckwagon, theres a cowboy with a dark hat you meet on the first night.

Will friendship bloom or will he stay as stiff and closed off as he is?

Night one

Chapter one

June 1992 Seymour, Texas 

The bus ride was bumpy, inside it was stuffy and hot but you had never been happier to be in these conditions, because it meant that you would be able to get away from the city and actually see the stars, which had been a wish of yours ever since you could remember.  

You packed away your things all while the bus was pulling to the side of a quiet intersection. 

The bus stop sign coming into the view of your window was dirty and defaced, there was a red truck splattered with mud parked next to it, two men leaned on its hood, one an older man with a clean, cream colored Stetson and the other a much younger one with a dark dirt stained hat. 

You got up and walked through the cramped space between the empty seats, down to the front, thanked the bus driver and exited the dingy bus, welcoming the fresh evening summer air with a deep breath. 

It felt good to stretch your legs, your sneakers felt foreign when the blood started rushing to your feet, you stepped towards the two men, thinking about what exactly you'd say to make a good impression. 

But the younger man cut you to the chase “you're the help? “He sounded disappointed, but you didn’t want to pick a fight on you first hour of your summer job so you held your tounge and replied, “yes”  

He didn’t look too bad, brown short curls, traces of a faint mustache, dirty blue jeans that went over his cowboy boots and a red and blue striped pearl snap shirt. 

The older man spoke “now don’t be rude to the boy, he might just spit in your chow” he shook his head. “fine” the one with the black hat answered “names jack, this is Harold, done, now let's hit the road, I haven't caught a wink of sleep all of last night” he said the last part while opening the passenger side door of the truck." don't mind him ducky, Hes a bit down in the mouth because he expected a woman to step outta the bus" Harold added as he turned to walk to the driver's side. 

“well, that’s just charming isn't it" you spoke to yourself. 

The drive back was quiet and awkward, at least the ac was on. That’s the only good thing you could say about it. These next four months were going to be as boring as watching paint dry. 

When you finally did arrive at the ranch, it was almost midnight and the stars were in view, not satellites or darkness, actual stars. You gawked at them, looking up not paying attention to anything other than them, you bumped into jack “oh, I'm sorry” he looked at you funny and walked away not offering you another word. 

Harold spoke up “don't mind him ace, he'll lighten up” 

“yea” you started “so I wanted to ask- when am I meant to get up? And how exactly will this work? I didn’t really catch all the details when I was on the phone" you continued on. 

“You worry too much tex- you get up at four to help me prep the chow an ingredients for the next day, then we get going at four again the next mornin” harold stated as he walked towards the farm house. 

You didn’t move a muscle- four in the morning? you second guessed what you heard, maybe a summer job helping cook at a chuckwagon wasn’t such a good idea, I mean working as a sous chef you had to get up early but- never this damn early- 

”You thinking about spending the night out here slick?” the much older man interrupted your thoughts. 

“huh?” you felt completely disoriented” Oh no I was just-” you began but harold interrupted you  

“don't like the hours kid?” you hesitated to answer but opened your mouth to speak, but the man spoke up again “c'mon I don’t wanna stay out here all night” you gave up trying to form words and walked beside him. 

The accommodation wasn’t too bad, a carpeted room with a single window on the second floor, with a twin sized bed and a closet, nothing fancy, not that you would have expected it. 

Instead of using your time for much needed sleep you instead took the chance to go out to the porch and watch the sky above you. It was a sight you'd never seen before, pitch black sky sprinkled with white dots everywhere, it made you sad to think theyd fade as the sun rose. 

You noticed jack trudging towards you, he was probably coming from the barn.  

He stopped next to you. 

“they're beautiful aren't they” you stated somberly. 

“what?" jack questioned. 

“The stars” you had replied. 

He looked up “yes, I guess they are” his eyes approaching yours “why? Never looked up before?” he teased. 

Everything quieted down for a moment, the crickets and mosquitos being the only thing heard at this moment. 

You decided to speak up “there's not a lot of reasons to look up in the city, you're always looking infront of you and being careful to not bump into someone” 

He didn’t seem to understand you “well you still need to watch your surroundings round here” you were disappointed “can't go round bumping into people” he added. 

You decided it would be better to talk about something he would understand “how long you been doing this?” 

“a while, I heard you were a gourmet chef?” he was curious. 

“no, I'm afraid you're down on your luck if that’s what you were hoping for, I am a good cook though- a sous chef" your reply puzzled him. 

“sous chef? I aint never heard of that” 

“it's like, head chef- sous chef- you know second in command?” 

“ohh” he finally understood something you said, you felt like you were talking in a foreign language, well more like they were, you didn’t understand most of their accent. 

You couldn’t think much to talk about “i like your hat” you told him. 

“thank you-uh- I don’t think I caught your name” he lifted the brim of his hat. 

“yea its-” 

“Jack!” a man called- probably in this early twenties, “you gonna help out?!” he shouted while hauling up an old tire. 

“ill talk to you later” he stated while running off toward the other man. 

Disappointed and defeated you got up from your chair, you knew you'd see the stars again, and it was time to sleep either way. 

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i will make entries that base on each week you spend with him/skip some boring ones.

@cainbutnotabel

#pedro pascal #agent whiskey #teenage agent whiskey #x male reader #x reader #cowboy #chuckwagon #most deff angst i have some good things planned for this fic

[writingforfun0714]

So I thought I’d try something different with an Arcane fic. This is my first Arcane fic. I’ve watched the series 3 times (working on a 4th) and can’t get over how amazing this series is. This is probably the best show I’ve seen since Avatar the Last Airbender. Every time I rewatch Arcane, I find a new little detail about a character, setting or the show itself and it baffles me by how minuscule the details are and how much it changes the tone of whatever scene I’m watching.

While I can honestly say I enjoyed the show, there were some moments that I, personally, would have done differently. Please note that the changes I make do not line up with the end goal of League of Legends. I’ve never played the game and know little to nothing about it aside from the fact that Arcane is like a prequel for some of the playable characters. So I assume that Arcane Jinx is supposed to, at some point, end up like League of Legends Jinx in the show. For me, that’s not the path I want Powder/Jinx to take and quite like how she’s a bit different in the show (a little like Joaquin Phoenix’s Joker) compared to the ‘Harley Quinn’-esque Jinx of LoL.

The first scene I think that I would do different would be in the 1st episode where the kids rob Jayce’s place. In the show, Powder clumsily grabs all of the hextech stones from a small chest, not realizing that she dropped one, accidentally causing an explosion enveloping herself, Mylo, Claggor and Vi. While the former 3 seem to barely make it out, the scene appears to show Vi getting caught in the explosion. The next shot is of Claggor, Mylo and Powder on the balcony with Vi hurrying out, seemingly unharmed and ready to race back to the Undercity.

I believe the way they showed the explosion, that Vi would’ve been at least knocked unconscious like Jayce was, since he was also closest (he was trying to open the door while all this was happening). So this alternate universe is my take on if Vi had gotten hurt and the kids had met in Act 1 (when they’re all young and cute). Takes place through episode 1.

Warnings—depictions of mental illness/fear of abandonment, headcanon ages, AU-Alternate Universe, lemme know if I need to add more

*written in 3rd POV

New Friend

“Just get to the balcony and we’ll be fine,” was all the boys heard Vi tell them before an explosion shook the building.

“AH!” The kids exclaim. Claggor pulls Powder back away from the balcony door, while Mylo shields himself. Vi, however is caught in the middle of the explosion and gets blasted back into the crumbling wall. She groans as her limp body hits the floor with a thump.

“Vi!” Powder exclaims as the smoke clears. She scurries past her older adopted brothers and hurries back into the wrecked penthouse, despite their protesting.

“Powder! Get back here!” Claggor and Mylo yell simultaneously.

The 10yr old girl races in to find her sister’s wounded body laying in the rubble of building and various broken items.

“Vi!” Powder cries out as tears form in her eyes. She scrambles over rubble and gets to her older sister. Tears are pouring out of her large, dark blue eyes and her nose is starting to run.

“Vi! Vi wake up! Please wake up!” Powder cries, shaking her unconscious, injured older sister. The young girl is overwhelmed with emotion as she can’t bear the thought of losing Vi, her only blood family she has left. She’s the only thing Powder has as a connection to her old life. Life with her parents. With them gone, she can’t lose Vi. She’d be all alone. Even the thought of being alone makes her cry harder.

“Vi! Please!! I need you!!” The small, scrawny, blue-haired girl wails. That’s when she hears footsteps approaching. She turns and sees a man with tan skin, a small scar on his right eyebrow, clean cut, swooshed-back dark brownish-black hair, and light honey brown eyes. He’s wearing a formal-looking suit with a red tie and white vest with a dark long sleeve shirt under it and matching pants. Behind him a girl around 15, close to Mylo’s age, who’s ‘almost 16’ according to the wild-haired boy, appears with straight, dark blue hair, angular facial features and clear blue eyes. She has a small gap in her 2 front teeth like Powder that makes her appear younger than she is, though she is about Vi’s height.

“What the hell?” The young man standing in front of Powder and Vi asks, astonished. In all honesty he was expecting a group of thugs, not 2 girls. The young girl behind him, holding a box, notices Powder and immediately drops the box with a rustle.

“Hey-easy-“ the young man tells her.

“Jayce-she could be hurt-“ the young girl tells the man named Jayce. He nods as she looks over Powder, who’s shaking and trying her best not to break down crying, though unable to help the tears flowing down her cheeks and her nose streaming down her lips and chin.

“Are you ok?” the young girl asks Powder gently. Powder looks at the girl and then back down at Vi.

“M-My sister-“ Powder stutters. The young man, Jayce, hurries over to her unconscious body and examines her.

“She has a concussion. She needs a doctor-“ Jayce warns, worrying and scaring Powder, causing more tears and whimpering.

“It’s ok-it’s ok-your sister will be fine. We’ll call the ambulance and she’ll get better at the hospital,” the girl tells Powder, “do you have parents we can contact?” The girl asks. Powder glances at Vi, still shaking and clearly terrified, but she manages a small shake of her head, making her messy braid and metal clips pinned in her hair swish back and forth a bit.

“W-W-We…aren’t…from here,” Powder whimpers.

“It’s ok, the hospital treats anyone who needs it,” the girl says before looking to Jayce.

“Cait, you stay with them while I go get help-“ Jayce says to the girl he called ‘Cait’. The dark blue-haired girl nods as he runs out of his destroyed home to find help, leaving the girls alone.

“What’s your name?” Cait asks. At first, Powder doesn’t answer, instead glancing at her injured sister. Vi always told her never to tell strangers anything about them, including names. But Vi needs help. And Vander always told her that if someone helps you, the least you can do is be honest with them.

“Powder…my name’s Powder,” the young girl tells the young teen, who smiles at her.

“My name is Caitlyn. Caitlyn Kiramman,” the older teen girl with straight dark blue hair introduces as Powder sniffles, still looking at Vi.

“What’s your sister’s name?” Caitlyn asks. Powder looks up at her and sees the older girl smiling down at her, much like Vi does, almost encouraging to tell her.

“Vi..her name’s Vi,” Powder admits and Caitlyn nods.

“Ok Powder. Vi will be just fine-“ Caitlyn says and glances around in the rubble to find a small box with a red ‘+’ sign on it. Caitlyn opens it and grabs a few things that Powder recognizes as medical supplies. Cait moves towards Vi and Powder instinctively moves closer to her sister’s unconscious body.

“It’s alright,” Caitlyn assures the younger girl who can’t be older than 10 as Caitlyn looks her over. After giving Powder an assuring nod, the younger girl in pink and dark blue clothes moves so she can properly address Vi’s injuries.

“Will she be alright?” Powder asks almost immediately.

“She’ll be ok,” Caitlyn reassures the bright, blue-haired girl immediately, as an instinctual response. Caitlyn’s bright, clear blue eyes scan the various minor injuries Vi sustained in the explosion, but the dark red liquid seeping into her shaggy pink hair catches Caitlyn’s attention. Of course Caitlyn wants Vi to be alright, but actually looking at how much blood is on her head, Caitlyn’s pretty sure it’s a severe concussion.

Finally, Jayce returns with medical response personnel.

“Finally!” Caitlyn exclaims and moves out of the way so the trained professionals can work on Vi. Caitlyn pulls Powder back, despite her protesting.

“We have to let them work, ok Powder?” Caitlyn tells Powder. The young girl nods, sniffling lightly before turning back to watch.

That’s when she remembers what happened before the explosion. Claggor had pulled her back onto the balcony so she wouldn’t get caught in the explosion! Mylo and Claggor! What happened to them?! Powder glances over where there’s a gaping hole that goes out to the crumbling balcony. She doesn’t see any sign of the boys. She remembers after the explosion, scrambling away from them to get to Vi. They were definitely ok after the explosion, so they probably took off to not get caught. How could they not wait for us? Powder thinks to herself. She rationalizes that they had to. Vi often tells them to split up and meet back at their hangout if they run into Enforcers.

Then, heavy footsteps approach and Powder turns around to see 3 Enforcers! She gasps and hides behind Caitlyn.

“Huh?” Caitlyn asks, glancing down at the young, frightened girl. 2 of the Enforcers still have their helmets on while the one in the middle, a female officer, walks in, leading the other 2. She has dark tan skin, dark brown eyes and short black hair.

“Caitlyn Kiramman,” the woman Enforcer says. Her voice is deep and raspy. Very distinctive.

“Sheriff,” Caitlyn greets. She and Sheriff Greyson have known each other since Caitlyn was born, since Greyson is friends with Caitlyn’s parents, who are also high ranking citizens in Piltover.

“This is our 2nd meeting this month. Do I need to talk to your parents?” Sheriff Greyson asks the girl.

“No ma’am. Jayce and I were just coming back from lunch when-“ Caitlyn suddenly stops. Greyson raises an eyebrow at her.

“Yes?” She asks. Jayce is going to continue for Caitlyn, when she suddenly sends the young man a sharp look, just like her mother, who is Jayce’s sponsor. Both of Caitlyn’s parents sponsor Jayce, but Mrs. Kiramman is a council member, and has more influence/pull at the university. Seeing Cait’s face, Jayce decides to just clear his throat awkwardly.

“There was an explosion and my friends were caught in it,” Caitlyn tells Sheriff Greyson. The Sheriff tilts her head slightly as she stares at Caitlyn. Her stare is intimidating, but Caitlyn doesn’t waver.

“Your…friends?” Greyson asks before spotting Powder poking her head out from behind Caitlyn. The Kiramman girl nods.

“This is Powder and her older sister Vi. I asked them to come by and they got here before we did,” Caitlyn lies smoothly. Powder looks up at Caitlyn, earning a slight elbow to her upper arm.

“They got caught in the explosion and Vi needs help,” Caitlyn says, glancing over to see the medical personnel gently load Vi onto a stretcher. As they begin to wheel her out, Powder starts to get worked up again.

“W-Wait-where..Where are they taking her? I wanna go too! I have to go with her!” Powder starts but Caitlyn gently shushes the girl.

“Don’t worry, they’re not gonna leave without us,” Caitlyn assures the younger girl before turning back to the Sheriff.

“Marcus..escort these girls to Piltover General,” Sheriff Greyson says and one of the masked Enforcers walks up intimidatingly. Powder can’t help the anxiety that floods through her as he approaches.

“Yes ma’am,” the Enforcer, Marcus, replies, his voice a bit warped from the helmet. He turns to Caitlyn after glancing at Powder.

“C’mon, the ambulance is out front,” Marcus tells the girls. Powder rushes out with Caitlyn hastily following behind her, leaving Jayce to answer Sheriff Greyson’s questions.

Powder climbs in first and sits next to Vi. She still appears unconscious, but her head is wrapped in thick white bandages and her left hand is bandaged.

“She’ll be ok,” the man keeping an eye on Vi tells the girls. Powder grabs hold of her sister’s tough, calloused hand that isn’t injured and squeezes gently as tears form again in her eyes. Caitlyn, unsure of what to say, silently moves to sit on Powder’s left and offer a gentle hand of support on her shoulder.

“She looks tough. She’ll pull through,” Caitlyn says, finally able to look over the older girl. Caitlyn sees the small scars that litter her body from various fights and sees how toned her muscles actually are.

“Strong,” Caitlyn whispers.

“She is,” Powder answers. Caitlyn looks at Powder and see the young girl doesn’t break eye contact with Vi.

“She’s the strongest, toughest person I know,” Powder tells her as the vehicle drives to the hospital. Meanwhile…

“C’mon! Keep up!” Mylo shouts at Claggor.

“I’m coming!” The larger boy says, just a few feet behind. Having to flee the building with Vi and Powder still inside, the boys decided to go tell Vander. The 2 boys race through the dirt streets of the Undercity until Claggor slows down, spotting a moving figure. Mylo slows as well and sees 2 other figures move into the light. A blond boy with pale skin going by the name Deckard leads the trio. The other is a boy with brown hair, fair skin and dark eyes and the other boy is bald.

“Word topside is your little band of misfits caused quite a stir,” Deckard says.

“Yeah well..they had it comin’,” Mylo says and is going to turn and walk away, but the other 2 approach them.

“Look-we don’t want any trouble,” Claggor says.

“Hear that boys? They don’t want any trouble,” Deckard snickers.

“What’d you steal?” The bald guy asks.

“Nothin’!” Mylo snaps, “what’s it to you?!”

“I don’t want to see trash in my streets,” Deckard says, making his cronies laugh. Mylo throws the first punch and ends up hitting the boy with brown hair, but he ends up taking a gut punch as well.

“Oomphf!” Mylo groans before the 2 fall to the ground. Claggor prepares himself as both Decker and the bald guy with him go for Claggor at the same time. Claggor has to punch and kick just to keep himself up.

“HEY!” A young boy cries out. Everyone turns and sees a giant wheel riding towards them with a small, dark-skinned boy with white hair speeding towards them. He appears to be around Powder’s age, perhaps a year or so older.

“Ah!” The bald boy and one with brown hair yelp. The white-haired boy in the wheel skids to a stop and waves at the two boys.

“C’mon! C’mon!” He exclaims. Claggor kicks Deckard and manages to toss the boy he was holding to the ground before racing over to the boy. Mylo hits the brown-haired boy hard enough to wriggle free from his grip and join his brother and their young friend/neighbor.

“Little Man?! What’re you doing here?!” Claggor asks as they speed away from Deckard and his gang.

“Just came from the junkyard and saw Deckard and the others weren’t out at their usual hangout. Figured he’d be up to no good,” the boy, nicknamed ‘Little Man’, responds.

“Where’s Powder and Vi?” Little Man asks.

“They’re in trouble-“ Claggor says without going into the whole thing, though despite Little Man’s age, he’s quite smart and intuitive and knows there’s more to it than just the regular ‘trouble’ the group was used to. But having no time to talk about it, Little Man just nods and continues speeding back towards The Last Drop, Vander’s bar and the home of Mylo, Claggor, Vi and Powder, and a 2nd home to Little Man.

The 3 arrive back at the bar and hurry in through the front. Mylo walks in, unaware, but Claggor catches Vander’s eye and even through the tint of his goggles, Vander can see the oldest boy’s eyes widen.

“Welcome to The Lanes,” Vander tells the 2 he’s ‘negotiating’ with before motioning for Huck, the squirrelly-looking man with a ponytail and glasses to finish the deal.

The boys make it to the basement and shut the door behind them. Mylo flops onto the couch while Claggor takes the armchair and Little Man jumps onto Mylo’s legs, forcing the older boy to move his feet so the younger can sit.

“We have to tell Vander,” Claggor says.

“No way-he’d kill us,” Mylo argues.

“But Vi and Powder are still up in Piltover,” Little Man says. That’s when the basement door opens. Everyone goes quiet as heavy footsteps thump down the slightly squeaky stairs.

The large, muscular man with long silvery brown locks and a thick beard and mustache walks in.

“An explosion topside and 2 boys fleeing the scene. Where are the girls?” Vander asks worriedly. Mylo glances away.

“We don’t know..we got separated,” Claggor admits. Vander’s eyes widen.

“They’re still in Piltover?!” Vander demands, causing all 3 boys to flinch, “I told you all time and time again that Piltover’s off-limits!” Vander says, sighing.

“Stay here until I get back,” Vander says.

“But-“ Mylo tries, but Vander glares at the wild-haired boy, causing the rest of his words to die in his throat. With that, Vander hurries out to contact Sheriff Greyson.

Vi wakes up in a room so white she squints. She groans a bit as her head throbs painfully.

“Vi!” Her sister’s voice pierces her skull like a knife. She groans again and even lets out a small grunt when Powder leaps onto her, clinging to her waist in a tight hug.

“Ugh..Powder?” Vi groans slightly before letting her eyes fully focus on the mop of shaggy, bright blue hair right below her chin.

“You’re ok!” Powder sniffles happily. Vi gently strokes Powder’s cheek lovingly with her uninjured hand.

“Are you hurt?” Vi asks. Powder shakes her head, hugging Vi again.

“Uh-uh,” Powder assures Vi, who lets a sigh of relief past her lips. That’s when she suddenly gasps.

“Claggor! And Mylo!” Vi realizes. They were on the balcony. Powder shakes her head.

“They had to split up from us, after I went back for you,” Powder explains. Vi groans and her uninjured hand flies up to her head, rubbing her temple gently.

“Ugh-my head-“ Vi groans, shutting her eyes, hoping to dim the brightness.

“Where…are we?” Vi asks, still with her eyes shut.

“At a doctors,” Powder tells her. Vi’s pale ice blue eyes snap open.

“W-What? What’re we doing here!?” Vi starts to panic.

“I-It’s ok! It’s ok-really! Caitlyn said-“ Powder tries to calm her older sister down.

“Caitlyn? Who’s Caitlyn?” Vi asks and Powder blushes slightly.

“She..she helped us. Her and her friend Jayce,” Powder explains.

“Jayce?” Vi asks and Powder nods.

“The owner of the penthouse we robbed,” Powder explains.

“Wait-lemme see if I understand—after I was injured in the explosion, you met the people we were robbing?” Vi asks. Powder nods. That’s when the door opens and the 2 sisters look and see a girl, about a year or so younger than Vi walk in. She’s in a fancy looking uniform and her straight, dark blue hair barely goes past her shoulder.

“Oh, you’re awake. You must be Vi,” the girl says to Vi, who blinks at her. Powder nudges Vi gently to get her to stop staring. Vi blushes and glances away.

“Uh-y-yeah. I’m Vi,” she says, trying to sit up and properly greet the other girl.

“Caitlyn Kiramman. Call me Cait,” the girl, Cait, introduces, offering a hand. Vi nods and shakes with her good hand.

“Nice to meet you…that was really sweet of you…to help my sister, I mean,” Vi explains. Caitlyn giggles and nods.

“She and I were getting to know each other and after talking with her, it’s like I know you,” Caitlyn tells Vi, causing the pink-haired teenager to blush, making Powder giggle.

“Do we still have to talk to that sheriff lady?” Powder asks, causing Vi to stiffen.

“Sheriff?” Vi asks, paling slightly. Cait nods.

“I was able to outsmart her deputy but Sheriff Greyson knows me. Don’t worry, you just have to tell her that you were waiting for me and Jayce to come back and you got caught in the explosion, got it?” Caitlyn asks. Vi blinks.

“I got it,” Powder assures Caitlyn, who smiles at the young girl and nods.

“Good. At least someone does,” she says, making the young girl giggle as Vi blushes again slightly.

The door opens again to reveal Sheriff Greyson. Her appearance is intimidating.

“Sheriff. Here to get a statement?” Caitlyn asks and she nods.

“Please take the girl out while I talk with..Vi..isn’t it?” Sheriff Greyson asks, glancing at Vi, who nods, though winces and regrets the action.

“I’d take it easy if I were you kid. Got a nasty concussion there,” she says, motioning for Caitlyn to leave, who grabs Powder’s hand and leads her out. Powder and Caitlyn wait outside while Sheriff Greyson questions Vi about what she remembers. Following Caitlyn’s orders, Vi tells the sheriff that she and her younger sister were visiting and waiting for Cait and Jayce to return when they got caught in the explosion.

After finishing her questioning, Sheriff Greyson has the doctors come in and check on Vi, who inform her that she’ll be able to return home tomorrow. The doctors want to keep an eye on her and make sure nothing bad happens, especially with how bad Vi’s concussion was.

“So you’ll let us go? We’re not in trouble?” Vi asks once Greyson puts her notepad away.

“Let’s just say strings were pulled and you are definitely still in trouble,” Greyson tells Vi before walking out, leaving Vi confused. If she wasn’t in trouble with the Enforcers…that only leaves Vander. Did Powder tell them about Vander? Vi sighs.

“You can go back in now,” Greyson tells Powder, who races back in, leaving Caitlyn with the Sheriff.

“Are you going to tell my parents?” Caitlyn asks.

“No, I won’t..strings were pulled and your parents don’t need to be involved,” Sheriff Greyson says. Caitlyn holds in her sigh of relief.

“You’re playing a dangerous game Miss Kiramman,” Sheriff Greyson says, walking off, leaving Caitlyn just outside the room door before she decides to join the 2 sisters inside. Meanwhile…

Deckard makes his way through the streets until he’s suddenly ambushed. He blacks out and wakes up when he’s thrown into a chair. He groans as the chair skids back a bit from the force. His breathing quickens as a large pale man sneers at him. The muscular man wraps his huge hand around Deckard’s thin neck and squeezes.

“Gah!” Deckard gasp and starts squirming.

“You were supposed to follow them and not interfere,” a smooth, slightly raspy male voice says followed by a small sound of metal clicking. Deckard struggles against the hand choking him.

“I’m sorry! They split up! It was just the boys and that caught us by surprise!” Deckard gasps.

“Now his accomplice is asking questions about you,” the man replies. Deckard looks and in the dim lighting, he can make out a thin man with slicked back dark hair. His clothes look nice but Deckard can’t make out the details. The man is holding some sort of metallic device. Deckard watches as the man tilts his head back and the man uses the metal device to pierce his eye! Deckard’s eyes widen in shock.

“That’s not a risk I’m willing to take,” the man says and the huge muscular hand around Deckard’s neck suddenly tightens.

“Agh-“ the young man gasps.

“The kids! It was their fault! The explosion! In the upper city!” Deckard pleads, and that gets the mystery man’s attention.

“That was them?” He asks.

“Yeah. That’s why they had to split up. The topsides are up in arms looking for ‘em,” Deckard explains.

“Vander’s in trouble,” the mysterious man says, referring to the Last Drop’s owner. The man turns to look Deckard face on and Deckard chuckles nervously when he sees the mystery man’s left eye is glowing in the darkness.

“Smartest thing you ever said, boy,” the man says, standing. The man practically saunters over.

“Get him a meal,” the mystery man tells the other two that presumably work for him. The muscular man lets go of Deckard’s throat and he gasps for air.

“Keep him off the streets,” the man instructs as the two men practically drag Deckard away.

The mystery man walks up to the glass wall that looks out at the vast ocean that’s home to many of the sea creatures/monsters the man enjoys watching.

“Our timeline has moved up,” the mystery man says, at first appearing to talk to himself, until a quiet scientist makes his presence known behind the man.

“It’s almost ready,” the scientist says, looking at a vile of glowing purple liquid.

“Show me,” the man says. The scientist motions for the man to follow to a small enclosed space that contains a mouse.

“Feeding time,” the scientist says, picking up the hairless cat looking inside the area. The cat meows as he’s placed inside. The scientist locks it closed before the man turns to him.

“And the side effects?” The man asks. The scientist mixes in the glowing liquid to the mouse’s water supply.

“Stabilizing,” the scientist replies, tapping the glass to get the mouse’s attention. It squeaks before going over to the slightly purple water. It drinks some of the water while the cat stalks up to it curiously.

The mouse suddenly squeaks as if in pain and backs away from the water, twitching. That’s when purple veins start appearing all over the mouse and it grows in size by about 3 times, gaining unnatural muscle. And it’s regular, black eyes are now a glowing purple. It’s squeaks are now a mash of snarls and noises of pain. The monster mouse turns on the cat, causing the cat to freeze. The mouse leaps at the cat. The feline lets out a dying meow as the rat instantly kills the cat.

The glass cracks and blood splatters, causing the 2 men to make faces of slight disgust.

“Do you have a subject in mind?” The scientist asks.

“Someone just volunteered,” the mysterious man says, referring to Deckard.

End (credits roll in show)

#fanfic #arcane #arcane fanfic #episode 1 AU #no way Vi would be unhurt from that explosion #alternate universe #arcane powder #arcane vi #arcane Caitlyn #arcane Jayce #arcane Greyson #arcane Vander #fanfiction

[mixshroom]

{2} Clean Up ~ AIGHT! ALRIGHT!!

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"You three can help me set your rooms if you want."

Bahira stated with her eyes blinking tiredly getting responses such as nodding vigorously and a calm Aether. She looked at Aether, Lumine, Xiao, Scaramouche, Albedo then at Venti.

She stared at his eyes and liked the color. She feels... different with Venti. He looks pretty cute in her opinion but she feels the air around him shift ever so slightly even when not moving. Same with Zhongli.

Although with Albedo, her nose twitches. She guesses it must be dust, alcohol, chemical that lingers or any unpleasant scent to her nose.

She hates her nose.

"But first, you all need to change first so you can move easily."

She walked straight to her room not waiting for any responses from the people mentioned and looked through her cabinets for clothes. (A/N: Aether, Lumine, Xiao, Scaramouche, Albedo and Venti.)

All of them were either red, yellow, purple or orange.

With Mickey Mouse as the design.

Kakushi's shirts is too big for Aether, Albedo, Xiao, Scaramouche, and Venti so she'll lend them hers until they go to the mall.

She grabbed a lot of neatly folded clothes that's enough for them.

She went out of her room and they watched her give them long-sleeved shirts and pajama pants. Though she had to force Xiao by slapping his front hand leaving a red mark but covered by his gloves.

She just hoped they don't complain with the mouse design.

"It's gonna get cold tonight so wear these. You can change there."

She told the smaller boys as she pointed at Kakushi's room and dragged Lumine, and the now awake Paimon and Klee to her own room.

But before she slammed it shut she peeked her head and said to the taller ones,

"Kaku will lend you his clothes."

And she slammed the door shut leaving the people in the living room to their business.

She was screaming inside, probably something like,

'FRUITY! FRUITY! FRUITY! FRUIT-'

She tends to do that when faced to a bunch of boys.

More so on redheads.

She shook her head trying to stop her 'FRUITY' chanting.

The three girls watched her as she opened the cabinet and gave Lumine a long-sleeved shirt, a bra, and a pajama pants.

The design is Hello Kitty by the way.

"Thank you Bashira."

Lumine thanked her with her eyes closed making Bashira unnoticeably smile at her.

"If you need anything regarding our female period say it to me immediately. There's a thing you'll use called 'pads,' 'napkins' and 'tampons' that are much more reliable for those kind of occasion."

Lumine nodded as she began to take off her clothes while Bashira looked through her other cabinet of clothes for Paimon and Klee.

"It will also be disposed once 4 hours has passed so you don't need to wash it."

Bashira added making Lumine sweat drop from the follow-up but nonetheless she let out a hum. Bashira gave both kids their cute dresses that she stored for future grandkids.

She doesn't want to have her own child.

Only children from her siblings or possibly their children's children.

She walked to the door and stared at the broken handle before she carefully opened it and closing it after.

'I'll fix it later or Kakushi will.'

She turned to the men sitting on the couch, her head immediately moved back purely on instinct to avoid the prank from Childe.

"Boo."

He said as his mouth formed an 'o' before turning upwards hiding his teeth as his face had a smile of mischievousness.

His dull blue eyes staring right through Bashira's burgundy-maroon colored eyes.

"Aw man you didn- OW! Sensei?!"

Her staring broke when Childe got hit on the back of his head by the rubik's cube Zhongli was trying to solve minutes ago.

Childe crouched on the floor while massaging his head where the rubik's cube hit him as he heard his Sensei apologize for his behavior. Bashira picked the rubik's cube and sat herself on the edge of the couch, far from Zhongli who was staring at her holding a cup of tea.

The T.V. was accidentally turned off by Childe so Kaeya went to Kakushi and decided to help him search so the living room was quiet. Diluc was still seated on the couch, reading while taking a few glances at the brunette.

"Its... okay."

She said and started to twist the segments of the cube until she aligned three yellows followed by another twist.

"Kaku didn't say anything weird or offending to any of you, I hope?"

She asks as repeats the action while Zhongli watches from her left.

Zhongli sipped his tea simultaneously keeping his eyes only at the brunette and the rubik's cube.

"He didn't utter anything offending other than the unrecognizable words Kakushi had said, Miss Bashira."

Zhongli said and took a sip from his tea and noticed Bashira halted her progress.

Bashira stopped her movement and instinctively narrowed her eyes at the rubik's cube and what he addressed her.

"Just Bashira, um.... li..?"

"I tend to go by Zhongli, Bashira." Her name rolled easily off his tongue, it was rather pleasing saying it.

"Then Mr. Zhongli, what did Kaku sai-"

"M-miss Bashira."

A voice interrupted her from asking a question to the broke man.

Both brunette turned towards Aether as Bashira's cheeks bloomed a faint pink at the sight of Venti standing beside him also looking at her with his hands behind his back before she turned her attention to the blonde and raised a brow when they bowed.

"Thank you very much for letting us stay here and lending us your clothes."

He expressed his gratitude as he along with the other boys bowed along with him. Albeit, two of them only crossed their arms and sat on the couch.

"No problem Esther, but you should also thank Kaku since he was the one who convinced me."

"My name's Aether...."

"Oh-"

She stopped talking when she heard the faint squeak of her bedroom door produced. She silently swooned when saw three girls come out of her room dressed with her clothes.

Especially the two kids.

Her mind wasn't working properly when she saw Klee twirl in front of her.

The skirt of her dress fluttered satisfyingly when she twirls around.

So she hurriedly ran to her room and grabbed her camera then she begun capturing Klee's image in different angles and poses. Along with Paimon of course.

"Can you do a peace sign and-"

With Kakushi, who was checking each and every box he passes until one catches his eyes.

He went and peeked through the box's cover gaps before confirming it and grabbed the first box. He went out and not before telling Kaeya to grab the other one then informed Bashira.

"Here's the necessities for the unexpected guests as requested by Mi'lady!"

Bashira stopped her actions and removed the things off of the coffee table, her camera being checked by Albedo.

Kakushi and Kaeya put the boxes on top of it and Kaeya sat himself on the couch next to the alchemist.

Bashira and Kakushi pulled the covers and proceeded to give them their essential things, like toothbrush, toothpaste, and etc.

They looked at the given items as Xiao brushed his hands against his blue-green towel, feeling the soft fluffy fabric under it. It smelled like the sun, he supposes.

'Those towels needs to be washed first-'

"What's this 'Colgate' for?"

Venti asked as Albedo opened its cap producing the sound, 'POP' and he sniffed its scent.

'It's smells mint.' Albedo noted as Kakushi turned to Venti. "Ah, its toothpaste. For brushing your teeth."

"I didn't know mint can also be used for hygiene purposes."

Albedo remarked as he read the ingredients description on the back of it.

"Mint exists in your world?"

"You guys don't use mint in your world?"

Both brunette and the ravenette asked their own question simultaneously receiving a look of surprise from the female and a grin from the male.

"Yes, mint does exist. It's used as an ingredient in dishes and is commonly found in the wild of all over Teyvat." Albedo explained gaining the attention of the female brunette. He took a glance at her, her face he seemingly supposes that she's under the impression that both worlds would have more similarities to each other, possibly even has a connection to one another.

"Huh..."

"Really? Well, you won't commonly see the herb itself here. Stores and factories use them for food product and ointments.. and many things as well. There's a lot to be named but we always use it in foods like ice cream, candies, or any snacks."

Bashira snapped out of her pondering from the mention of food and faced them very brightly, out of character they thought.

"Wait till you taste mint chocolate chip ice cream! It's one of the best flavors of ice cream out there!"

Kakushi nodded while Paimon has a bright look on her face also from the mention of food.

"Ice cream? What's that?"

Klee asked with her red eyes gleaming with curiosity from the aforementioned food. Bashira has two-thumbed hands in front of her as she faced the outlanders with so much brightness that someone or some two wants to get away from her.

"Ice cream is a sweetened frozen food typically eaten as a snack or dessert. It may be made from milk or cream and is flavored with a sweetener, either sugar or an alternative, and a spice, such as cocoa or vanilla, or with fruit such as strawberries or peaches."

She said with so much fascination that it reminded the twins of Paimon.

"Bruh, did you just- did you memorize that from Wiki or something??" Kakushi said with utter incredulity.

He's used to explanations from Bashira being that detailed. That to him, it's unbelievable of her to memorize long description and explain it so thoroughly when she always forgets her wallet, mainly money.

"That sounds so delicious! Where can we get those Ice cream?!"

Paimon exclaimed with her mouth drooling from the way Bashira interpreted this 'Ice Cream'. Her small hands were rubbing her stomach signifying her hunger and excitement for new food to consume.

"There's some in the fridge!-"

Kakushi interrupted her and lightly bonked her on the head with a rolled newspaper.

"It's almost dinner idiot you'll get carried away until you're full. So unless you don't want fried chicken with fried onion rings don't steal ice cream or any snack from the kitchen."

That made Bashira face the T.V. with her back facing the others. Her face reflecting from the screen showing her scrunched face and furrowed brows with her lips pursed.

Kakushi just shook his head and turned to the others.

"Speaking of which don't eat it by the way. You don't wanna know what happened when Bashira did."

Bashira just crossed her arms and turned her head to the side and huffed making Albedo automatically ask.

"A stomach ache and possibly if it wasn't treated early, intestinal blockage."

"Noted."

"That aside where will we sleep? I don't mind sleeping on the couch actually."

"Me too."

Childe asked as Diluc agreed. Kakushi crossed his arms and gave Bashira the obvious look.

"No one will be sleeping on the couch. Ya'll be using Bashira's office since she rarely uses it."

They turned to Bashira who nodded and gave them a thumbs up as she sat on the floor, her silent tantrum face earlier already gone, now having a blank face etched on her face.

"I just need to get rid of the stuff inside and clean it."

Kakushi gave her a look of approval and placed his hands on his hips.

"How about futons? I remember putting them in one of your wardrobes."

"Hm? Oh yeah you did."

Bashira said as she took five milkita lollipop from the candy jar and unwrapped one. She popped it in her mouth and held out the remaining four lollipops towards them.

"Then can you get it and give it to them? I'll be cooking dinner."

"Obviously."

Bashira nodded as both kids grabbed the two lollipops for each one of them. While Kaeya and Childe took the remaining two.

She stood up and walked towards the three she asked for help. She straightened her back then t-posed in front of Venti, Aether and Lumine, suprising them and almost hitting Zhongli by the side of his head.

"Start moving peeps or I'll break your nico-nico kneecaps."

She then ushered them to her office leaving the people to ponder about her choice of words.

Bashira twisted the door knob before she pushed it, a rain of dust welcoming her. She looked around her office before pushing the door wider and walked inside with Aether, Lumine, Venti following behind her and a curious Childe and Albedo behind them.

She turned on the light switch by the door as the bulb's light flickers first before it lit up.

Their eyes roamed around her office which can now be considered as their room since she rarely uses it.

A desk covered of dust near a window that's covered with dark curtains.

A bunch of stacked papers tied by yarn strings or covered with newspaper can be seen almost everywhere making her brows furrowed.

Cabinets and wardrobes placed behind black leather chairs.

The room's big but can be more spacious if the desk and papers are removed.

Aether's gaze moved from the chair's and papers to the irregularly shaped item hidden on the far corner of the room. He stared at it before he turned to the now sitting Bashira, who was untying the string of a stack on the floor. Her long hair laying on the floor with her back hunched.

Feeling Aether staring at her she said, "You can start with these documents. Throw everything unnecessary if it looks like it to you."

The twins fixed the sleeves of their shirt and sat down next to her.

Bashira's eyes moved from left to right, reading the words written as Lumine sat on her right and Aether on her left.

The twins looked around before grabbing a stack by its strings and begun doing what they were told.

Venti patted the leather chair as he sat on it and untied the string of the once tied archive that caught his attention.

He might learn some knowledge of this world that he can also use back in his own.

After all, this world is more advanced and developed.

But unfortunately, it contains the history of the,

"Phili-pines? As in pines?" He read incorrectly which Bashira heard and corrected him with her eyes still focused on the paper in her hands.

"Philip-pins, Philippines." She corrected.

"Oh." He quickly dismissed his mistake and put the stack of paper in the black bag Bashira brought. His twin braided short hair that fades to aqua swayed from the movement.

His deep navy to a soft turquoise orbs looked down and pulled another stack by its string and placed it on his lap and resumed sorting Bashira's documents.

(A/N: I'm doubting on using 'orbs', it sounds so weird, just saying. But it depends and sort of fitting to the sentence above.)

Bashira checked the female twin behind her.

Lumine who's already finished the stacks in front of her, is braiding Bashira's long brown hair in boredom. Her arms moving with her hands to form a braid her twin brother has.

Her twin, Aether, is sitting on the chair with his yellow eyes glued to the manga his reading. His head is on the armrest same with his swinging legs on the other arm rest, his long braided hair dangling from its position. Next to him is the entire volumes of it.

She turned her gaze to the seated bard who was invested with the musical sheet he has. He was humming while fiddling with his braid. Both elbows on the armrest and his kneecaps touching. The black bag next to him was almost full.

She then turned towards the ginger and the alchemist who both were also reading a document.

Those three would ask Bashira questions regarding the paper their holding, and she would question it uninterestedly.

Minutes later, the people inside were having a conversation about random things while doing origami.

"You made my brother drink one of your potions for your experiment?!"

Lumine questioned the alchemist. Shocked to what he did to her brother.

"Yes, I was curious to say the least."

Albedo answered next to Bashira watching her fold the paper until it forms a ribbon. He folded his paper the way she did making her nod.

"You could've observe him or something.... Not give him a potion...."

Bashira said and Lumine agreed with her. She was teaching them origami, the easy to follow origami.

"But I guess I would do that to satisfy myself too."

Bashira said with her tone full of certainty making the people in the room except the light ashy-blonde male, weirded out and give her questioning looks.

"The condition of the subject during and after drinking the potion or the result of all your observation and experiment?"

And the alchemist next to her asked curiously.

"The former. I like seeing pain."

The female immediately answered.

"It depends on the potion."

"You're a sadist."

"Say that to yourself Childe."

The male blonde said to the ginger with the straightest face etched on his face. He straightened the paper in his hands before folding it in half. He placed the paper on the table before his right hand glided across the paper, his thumb hardly pressing on it.

The ginger faced the blonde male and gave him a questioning look.

"Bashira what do you think?"

Venti showed the brunette his work, a red butterfly.

Bashira checked his work and nodded.

"Looks great for a first, babycheeks."

She said and gave him a thumbs-up receiving a cute smile from the bard and her heart skipped a beat.

She nicknamed the windborne bard, 'Babycheeks' because of his cheeks.

She then accidentally called Lumine, 'Baby Gurl' earlier but the blonde female only shook her head and said its cute then smiled at her once again.

The male twin she firstly accidentally called Esther in the living room, is now nicknamed as 'Sweetcheeks' because of his sweet personality and cute looks.

Lumine folded a part of her paper before sticking it on Bashira's hair.

A red origami lotus, red complements the brunette. The blonde female thought.

"You're both doing good, Chalkbedo, Adulte."

The aforementioned brunette said to the ginger and the ashy-blonde alchemist receiving a bright grin from the harbinger and a nod from the braided male.

KNOCK*  KNOCK*

All of them turned towards the door seeing the redhead standing there with his arms by his side.

"Time for dinner."

Diluc said to them who paused their origami lesson and stood up. The redhead left the door open and walked towards the kitchen, assisting Kakushi with setting the table.

He grabbed the utensils from a drawer and counted them. Kakushi while washing his hands in the sink asked a question to the redhead next to him.

"What were they doing? I'm guessing they were playing sunka."

Diluc raised a brow to him and shook his head.

"I don't know what that 'sunka' is but they were doing origami, as what Inazuman folks would call it."

The ravenette only nodded at him and faced the people who did the activity mentioned above. He saw Bashira taking a piece of fried onion ring before swallowing it. He walked near the table where the glutton is and lightly slapped her by the back of her head making a origami lotus fall off her hair.

"Wash your hands first idiot and don't just swallow anything without chewing."

The brunette only nodded and picked up the origami on the floor and removed the rest on her hair. She placed all the red lotus on the corner of the kitchen counter.

"Thank you for the food."

They then started eating the food placed on their plates and bowls.

Paimon grabbed a chicken leg with her mouth drooling and bitten it. She lets out a squeal because of its crispiness and the juicy meat.

With Childe being thankful that there were spoon and fork stored courtesy of the brunette.

The brunette was seated in the middle of the Adepti and the ex-geo archon.

Busy with eating everything on her plate, not giving them even a single glance in the process.

Though she raised a brow at the Adepti's tofu, she didn't say anything and just continued eating.

Albedo took a spoonful of rice and put it his mouth then swallowed it, he saw a hand with green and purple painted nails putting fried onion rings on his plate making him surprised.

He looked towards the person who gave him the onion ring and saw her bite on her chicken with half-lidded eyes and an unnoticeable furrowed brows.

He nodded at her and grabbed the onion ring and dipped it in the thousand island mayonnaise sauce.

"By the way, is the food to your liking? Unlike Missy over there cooking isn't really my expertise."

Kakushi asked as he put a spoonful of rice and chicken meat in his mouth and chewed. The ex-geo archon was quick to reply, thankful that it wasn't seafood because this nation called 'Japan' they're currently in is very similar to Inazuma, however much more advanced.

"The dishes you prepared is delicious. Personally I find this soup very tasty with its sour and savory taste."

The others responds and compliments followed after that though, the Adepti and the kunikuzushi's responses were.... you could say, plain.

"Lessen the use of lemonade Kaku. I can still taste it even if I drink water."

The brunette told him as he only nodded at her, already used to her complaints and advices.

"Thank goodness.... I was afraid that someone might have allergies with the ingredients I used but thankfully with your current state after eating, none of you is allergic to any of it."

The brunette's hand stopped halfway from feeding her mouth as she sniffed. She side-eyed Zhongli in her peripheral vision, smelling the scent of curiosity from him and the others.

She put her spoon in her mouth and took it out, she chewed first before swallowing. She felt something hitting her feet and peeked under the table seeing the foot that tapped her feet belonged to the bard seated next to Albedo.

She sent him a questioning look and Venti jabbed his thumb to the ravenette with one of his brows raised and his eyes gleaming with curiosity.

She glanced at the ravenette and spoke, her voice not too loud for him to hear but enough for the people near her to.

"Kakushi accidentally gave one of our old roommate a peanut butter sandwich as a welcome snack, unaware that our roommate was allergic to peanuts so it led to him bringing the guy to the hospital and be traumatize forever."

"Oh."

Venti replied, unsure if he should laugh because he finds it hilarious or feel pity for their old roommate since he's also allergic, to cats.

"Bashira I can hear you. But for safety precautions please tell I and that glutton over there anything concerning your health so we can prevent any unpleasant events from happening."

They nodded at him and continued consuming food till there's nothing left, or they're full.

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this kid is all of us ♡

#nct #nct 127 #taeyong #lee taeyong #taeyong gifs #*nctaezen #bless #the shook kid in the 3rd gif is also me #sjdhsjdhs im crying bcs all of this #everything about this video is so endearing i cant #i cant stop replaying it ;; #i love this kid so much pls he's so cute;; #be my friend

[bleusiidee]

sweater weather

summary; it was a snowy night. you and jimin both were stuck with each other. little did the two of you know, things were about to get interesting.

genre; fluff, smut (issa cute lil story)

trigger warning; dom!jimin, sub!reader, drinking, finger riding, good shit, starts off kind of slow, but things take a heated turn ;)

a/n; ohhhhh im gonna have fun writing this for you guys. read at your own risk if you would like. but enjoy! also, any gifs aren’t mine.

“isn’t it pretty, jimin?” your eyes were glued on the snowflakes falling from the sky, a smile appeared on your face as you stared in awe. “we should go outside and have a snowball fight, or make snow angels, or..or.”

“Y/N, slow down. it’s late. plus, shouldn’t we both be getting ready for bed?” jimin replied, brushing his teeth, his hair fluffed up a bit.

“you might be, but me? nope! i’m ready to part-ayeee!” you twirled your body around, shaking your butt. he walked over to you, his toothbrush hanging from his mouth.

“how many drinks have you had tonight, love?” you showed him 3 fingers. “1, 2, a-and a 3rd one soon!” you giggled stumbling as you walked to the kitchen, reaching for another glass of wine. he ran up to you, grabbing you and the bottle.

“you know what? on second thought, let’s go outside and play in the snow.” he responded quickly putting the bottle up. “just for your sake and mine.” you nodded, clapping your hands and running to the shared bedroom. your feet tapped on the floor as you waddled into the closet. jimin followed behind you, scratching his head.

“Y/N…do you need help getting dressed or-“

“n-nope! i g-got it!” you responded. a smile appeared on his face as he crouched next to you. you had put his oversized sweater over your body, playing around with the sleeves. with his finger placed under your chin, he tilted your head his way, lips inches away from each other. he studied your face. your eyes widened, blowing air in his face.

“ha! beat that!” you got up, falling over again.

“you sure you don’t need help?” the boy laughed, covering his mouth. “because it seems like you’re having more trouble than you did the other night.” he shook his head, grabbing your hand and pulling you up. he placed you on the edge of the bed, his hands resting on both sides of your thighs.

he whispered into your neck. “wait for me, yeah?” you nodded silently, looking into his eyes as he pulled back.

“ah, now sir, how many drinks have you had, may i ask?” you folded your arms, huffing. he turned to look at you. “same as you.” he held up 3 fingers, laughing again. you shook your head. “copy cat!” jimin shook his head, laughing. “you’re so cute when you’re upset, baby.”

you growled. “oh hush! hurry up before the snow melts.” the bed squeaked as you jumped up from it. holding your hand out, you grabbed jimin, sprinting outside, immediately jumping in the white piles of snow. the little kid in you jumped out, giggling as you twirled, snowflakes falling around you and the cold breeze hitting you repeatedly. you covered your cold face with the fleece sleeves, blowing hot air into it, teeth chattering.

jimin smiled, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you closer to his body, his breath tickling the back of your neck. you shivered at his touch, getting warmer slowly. the two of you relaxed in each other’s arms.

“mhm, this is nice.” you whispered, closing your eyes as the wind whistled through your ears, snowflakes lightly placing themselves on your bodies. he smiled as a snowflake landed on your nose, applying a kiss on it. “are you ready to go inside now? the longer we stay out here, the quicker we turn into frosty the snowman.” you nodded, shivering. “y-yeah. i-it’s k-kinda c-c-cold.” with that, jimin grabbed your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. “as you wish, lovely.”

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the two of you sat together in the bedroom—barely any clothes on—tangled up in a knot as you tried to get warm. the room was dark, lights dimmed a bit. you shivered in jimin’s arms as he held you closer. “so i noticed you’re still wearing my sweater that you stole. care to return it?” he raised an eyebrow.

“return it? please.” you snorted, turning to face him. “how about you make me?” you stuck your tongue out, giggling.

“i don’t think that’s the best option, Y/N. who knows what will happen?” jimin shrugged his shoulders while trying to get comfortable. “and please for the love of god, can you stop sitting on my crotch? i’m trying to sit comfortably but i can’t.” he pushed you off of him, making you fall to the ground.

“oh so you wanna fight now? huh? is that all you got, tuff stuff?” you got up, standing in front of him, arms crossed while tapping your foot. “because we can fight right now, no biggie.” he chuckled as he looked up at you.

“ah, why are you whining, baby? it was a joke. i like it when you sit on me like that. it makes me feel good.” you looked down at him, your face heating up as you looked into his eyes.

he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling your body closer and lifting up the sweater, kissing your stomach. you rolled your head back as he traced his lips around your tummy, still applying kisses all over it.

“u-um…it does?” you quietly responded, placing your hand on his head, massaging his scalp. “mhmmm. i even love it when you just sit on it while i’m inside you, god how you feel so good around me.” he lightly bit your stomach, pressing the tip of his tongue against it. you groaned softly, moving your hand to the back of his neck, lightly squeezing it. “or when my tongue is inside you too,” he chuckled, looking up at you. “you taste so good, love.”

at this point, you were soaked. you tried squeezing your legs together so that he wouldn’t notice, but it was too late. he brushed his fingers against your wet folds, teasing you. the boy smirked as he saw your facial expressions change. “you want me to keep going, baby?”

you whimpered, rolling your head back again.

“use your words. i’m listening.” he reached up and lightly grabbed your chin, bringing your head down to look at his. your cheeks turned red and your face started heating up.

“y-yes please.” he smirked at your response, intertwining his fingers with yours and pulling you on top of him, your soaked panties coming in contact with his hard cock. you winced slightly as he pushed himself up against you. chills were sent through your body as he slid his fingers up against your thighs, inches away from your wet pussy.

jimin rubbed you through your panties, his fingers doing circles around your clit. you threw your head back, whimpering as you grind against his fingers.

“ride my fingers just how you ride my dick, baby. take it all in.” he says, rubbing his thumb against your covered clit. “nice and slow.” you nodded as you placed your thighs on both sides on his body, taking your panties off and throwing them to the side. you kept the sweater on because although it was getting a little hot, you were still cold.

jimin licked his lips as he saw your core dripping, groaning. you grabbed his fingers and shoved them inside of you, grinding yourself against them. he used his thumb to rub your clit while he used his other hand to hold your waist as you slid up and down his fingers. you bounced on them, picking up the pace as you felt your orgasm coming.

“i-i’m about to-“

“cum for me baby. cum all over my fingers with that pretty pussy of yours.” and with that, it was over.

you came all over his hand and as well as his sweater, your juices dripping off his fingers. you whimpered and stared at his fingers. “be a good girl and open for me baby.” you nodded and opened your mouth, swirling your tongue around the tip of his fingers before putting them all the way in. the boy licked his lips as he saw you do so, getting hard again. he groaned and threw his head back. “god, just like that baby. just like that..” you smiled at his comment, taking them out with a “pop”.

jimin pulled you into a kiss, lightly pressing his tongue against your lips and chuckling. “you can keep the sweater.

“oh, i had already planned on it.” you replied, smiling.

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[nights-legacy]

Hey darling !

Would you like to be accompanied by a one shot where Kiribaku adopts a teen child and finds out there from a different world ( aka our world)?

Info about Y/N

They have white hair and grey eyes stands at 5’1 and there age 15

Ps I love your stories 😘 It gave me motivation to start my own tumblr and make one shots also 💗💗💗💗

Hope you like this!! 😁 And thank you so much. I'm honored that you like them that much and congrats on starting your own!!

Multi-verse Adoption - KiriBaku x Adopted teen! Reader

KiriBaku x Adopted Teen! Reader (meaning Poly Relationship. Don’t like? Don’t Read. 😋)

Platonic Father child relationship

2922 Words

Warnings: nothing much.

Husbands Kirishima and Bakugo have decided they wanted to start a family of their own. They decide on the adoption route and go to a children’s home. Once there they meet many wonderful children and teenagers but no one really speaks to them. Until they meet Y/N. Kiri and Bakugo choose to adopt them but what no one knows is that they have a big secret.

3rd POV

Kirishima and Bakugo followed the Social worker through the building. Kiri was nearly bouncing with excitement while Bakugo was twitching in nervousness. They had decided that it was time to expand their family. They had thought of using a surrogate but ultimately decided to give a kid in the system a good home.

"Any specific age or age range?" The woman asked. Kiri and Bakugo shared a look.

"Well, we were thinking about a younger child but we would ever consider a teenager." Bakugo said and Kiri nodded, agreeing.

"Absolutely."

"Great!" She said, giddy. Bakugo rolled his eyes at the woman's cheeriness as she turned the other way. Kiri laughed at his husband's annoyed expression. Bakugo had a limit on cheery people in his life and the red head was it. "There are a lot of children here that need a good home like yours. Almost all the children would probably love to go home with such inspirational heroes, let alone just meet you."

"I would love to take everyone home but..." Kiri trailed off. Bakugo rubbed his husband's shoulder as the sadness filled his eyes.

"It's alright. Like I said, you just being here will lift their Spirits." She said gently. She then clapped. "Alright! Here we are. The Rec room." She opened the door and let them walk through first. The room was full of rowdy kids.

"Tsk. I already regret coming." Bakugo muttered under his breath. Kiri knocked his shoulder with a toothy grin. Bakugo just shook his head, a smile forming on his face.

The woman was right about the kids loving their presence. They all got excited and swarmed them. They tried to talk with as many of the kids as possible. After a while, they had seen most of the kids and even a few of the teens. All of them were great, besides a few menaces that reminded both of them of a young blonde from the past. All were great but none of them really struck the both of them, none really fit.

There was one that kept drawing Kiri's eye though. It was a teenager that hadn't left their spot on a window seal this entire time. They hadn't so much as looked away from the window.

"Hey Suki. I'll be right back." He said before walking over to the teen. He set his hand on their shoulder. They jumped sky high, white hair going everywhere. "Hey, hey. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you."

"I-It's Okay." They settled back down, fixing their hair. They looked up at him with their grey eyes.

"Can I sit?" He asked, pointing to the spot next to them. They nodded. He sat down and looked out the window. He saw a simple view of the backyard leading into the field. "What's your name?"

"Y/N. L/N." They said quietly.

"Hello, Y/N." He said before holding his hand out. "I'm Eijiro Kirishima."

"I know." They shook his hand. "You're Red Riot. And he is Dynamight."

"Why are you over here by yourself?"

"I don't... I'm not very..." They stuttered before sighing. "I just don't feel like it. It's not that they're bad or anything, it's just I don't..."

"Hey, hey. It's alright." He smiled. "I understand. Sometimes you just want to be on your own. Or at least with not so many people, right?"

"Yeah." They smiled.

"Tell me about yourself." Kiri asked. He felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked up to see Bakugo. He smiled before looking back at Y/N. They looked between the two males.

"Okay. Well to start I am 15 and I am only 5’ 1”…" They started to tell about themselves. Their likes, dislikes, favorite foods, etc. They gave a brief version of their childhood up to now. They were a bit vague on why they ended up here but you could see the topic made them uncomfortable.

"Okay, lunch is almost ready!" The woman came back in. Some kids cheered, some whined.

"I have to go. It was nice talking to you." They smiled and waved as he walked off. Kiri & Bakugo watched as they left the room. Kiri looked up at Bakugo where he stood with his arms crossed.

"What do you think, Suki?" Red eyes looked down into his own.

"I think they're great, Ei." He admitted. "They're a teenager but we said we would even take a teen but what do you think?" He squatted down next to Kiri.

"I think that they're amazing. Just the one we were looking for." Tears were coming to Kiri's eyes. Bakugo chuckled and cupped his husband's cheek. He places a small kiss on his lips.

"So, how was it?" The woman came back up.

"It was amazing." Kiri stood up.

"Did anyone stand out to you?"

"Y/N L/N." Her eyes lit up in surprise.

"Oh really? They actually spoke to you? That's amazing. Normally, they won't talk to anyone. They are so reserved. They barely ever interact with the other kids or teens." She grew very excited. "This is great."

"Yes. We just...We love them." Kiri said. He stood up and grabbed Bakugo's hand. "They're the one we want to adopt. If they are okay with us."

"We don't want them to do anything they don't want too." Bakugo added.

"Just fantastic. Oh, I must tell you, they are quirkless." She told them.

"Being quirkless or not, we still want them to be a part of our family." Bakugo said earnestly. Kiri looked up at him proud.

"I'll go and get them so we can talk with them. I'll take you to my office first." She said before leading them to her office. She went to the lunch room while the two happily conversed. The woman found Y/N picking at their food. She smiled sadly, realizing that lunch today was not the teen’s favorite. "Y/N?"

"Yes ma'am." They looked up, brushing white strands out of their eyes.

"Would you come with me please?"

"Am I in trouble ma'am?" They asked shyly.

"Oh no dear! Far from it." She assured me. "It seems Mr. Kirishima and Mr. Bakugo really like you. They want to talk with you some more."

"Oh." They had a genuine look of surprise crossed their faces. "Okay." They got up to follow the women to her office. They walk in to see the two men waiting. Y/N tensed up a bit. "Hi."

"Hello Y/N." Kirishima smiled brightly.

"Sit please." Bakugo got up and motioned to the seat next to Kirishima. They did slowly. The woman went to a cabinet and pulled out a file.

"Now." She said sitting down. "Mr. Kirishima and Mr. Bakugo have something to ask you."

"Alright." They looked at the two curiously. "What do you want to ask me?"

"Well, we wanted to ask if you would consider coming home with us?" Kirishima asked while holding onto Bakuko's hand tightly. Y/N looked at them shocked. Their mouths had dropped open and they just sat there. "Y/N? Are you alright?"

"Yes! Yes, I'm okay. I'm just surprised." They said. "You really want to adopt me. Like really?"

"Yes." Kiri laughed. Bakugo smiled.

"We want to adopt you for real." Bakugo knelt in front of them. "You stuck out to us and we want to take you home. If you're okay with it." He took Y/N's hand. Kiri took the other.

"We want you to be a part of our family." Y/N smiled as tears came to their face.

"Excellent!" The woman clapped. "I'll get the paperwork started and we'll get started. At least we know you two already pass the background check."

"I hope so!" Kiri laughed. Y/N giggled at his over the top behavior. The rest of the paperwork didn't take long. Y/N was excited but also felt guilty. They had something that they had been keeping from everyone since she arrived.

"Alright, let's go get your stuff and say some goodbyes." The woman said and Y/N nodded. The four went and Y/N packed up their clothes and a few personal items they had. They went to say goodbye while Kiri and Bakugo waited.

"Is this all they have?" Bakugo asked.

"Yes." The woman nodded. "Y/N was found all alone in an alley after a villain. They were scared and dirty from the ordeal and were too out of it to speak. The heroes could only guess they had lost everything in the attack. After they calmed down, that was exactly the case."

"Damn." Kiri breathed and looked down the hallway when Y/N was coming back. "We promise to give them a better life."

"Thank you. That's all I could ask." She said. "Oh! And if you could, lunch today was not one of Y/N'S favorite so they are probably starving."

"Oh alright" Kiri nodded. "You ready?"

"As I'll ever be." They said quietly. Bakugo set an arm over their shoulders.

"I know this is new but it will be okay. Now, what are you hungry for? I can make most anything." He said as the three of them walked to the car.

"Oh. Um, how about (F/M)? I haven't had it for a while."

"Alright."

They had to stop by the market for some ingredients. All the way to their new home, Y/N's leg was bouncing with nervousness. It only got worse when Kiri parked the car. They helped Y/N get their stuff. Y/N was blown away when they stepped in the door.

"Ha ha. Welcome home Y/N." They both said. Y/N looked around unbelieving.

"Go on." Kiri encouraged me. Y/N walked forward. They gazed at the beautiful home. It wasn't overly huge but it was plenty big for the two of them.

"You two really live here?"

"Yes and so do you." Bakugo said at the base of the stairs with Y/N's bags in hand. "Come on. We'll show you your room."

"Okay." They led the way. They let Y/N in first.

"You can decorate it however you like." Kiri said. "We'll let you get settled. We'll let you know when lunch is ready."

"Okay. Thank you so much Kirishima. Bakugo."

"It's our pleasure." They shared a look of love. "And when you are ready you can call us Eijiro and Katsuki." They left the room.

Things were amazing for the new family. It was a lot of adjusting to live with a teen and vice versa with living with two pro hero's. Ever though Y/N was extremely happy with their life, that secret is still gnawing at the back of their mind. It was nearly six months of living with them that Y/N finally broke down about it.

"Y/N love! We're home." Eijiro yelled as he and Katsuki got home from work. They didn't get an answer.

"Hey brat, are you home?" Kat called. They gave each other a confused look. A small sound that sounded like a sniffle caught their attention.

"Y/N?" They walked in and saw them hunched over crying on the couch.

Y/N's POV

I was quietly crying on the couch. I vaguely heard the door open and the two come home. I didn't answer when they called out. They came into the living room and saw me.

"Y/N!" I heard yelling in concern and running over.

"What's wrong?" Ei knelt down to me. I pressed the heels of my hands to my eyes, willing the tears to stop. I gasped trying to get my breath back.

"Hey. You need to calm down." Katsuki sat next to me and rubbed my back soothingly. I tried to catch my breath but started to fully hyperventilate. "Crap. Eijiro get something to help their breathing." Kat wrapped his arm behind my back and started rubbing my arms up and down. Ei came running back with a paper bag. I took it and put it to my face. We all sat in silence as I got my breathing under control.

"Then we go, Honey. Just breathe in deep." Ei said softly. I got my breath back and relaxed into Kat's side. The tears were still running down my face.

"What just happened there, sweet tart?" Kat asked. I thought about how to answer.

"I just... sometimes still feel lost." I answered. I looked at Ei. He was smiling softly.

"We understand, Lemon drop."

"You have every right. You went through a terrible ordeal..."

"No." I said exasperated. I got up and walked around the coffee table. I looked at them. Eijiro moved to the couch and shared a look with Kat. "You don't really understand and it's not because you aren't observant or anything. It's just you don't... know."

"Can you explain it to us?" Eijiro asked gently.

"Well to put it simply... I'm not from here." I nervously wrung my hands and twiddled my thumbs. They gave me a confused look.

"What do you mean? We know you're not from around here originally but..." Kat trailed off. "But that's not what you mean, is it?"

"No." I shook my head. "What I mean is that I am not from this world or dimension or... Oh! I don't know what to call it." I threw my hands up in exasperation. "The world I come from all of this..." I motioned to the world around me. "Is nothing but a manga and an anime."

"Wait, What?" They both looked at me like I had two heads. I groaned out loud.

"Your life and your life. Deku's life, Todoroki's life, everyone from your old class. And even the old LOV. It's all just a TV show to me? Or at least it was." I plopped down on the chair. I buried my head in my hands.

"We were just an anime to you." Kat stated. I nodded, unburying my face.

"Except your only still at UA. The TV show is only on season 5 and the manga is farther on but yeah, you're still in high school." I shrugged. "Somehow I was transported to this world."

"Stranger things have happened." Ei said out loud.

"Wait a minute! You mean to tell us that you have been living in a strange world AND learning how to live in it all on your own?!" Kat exclaimed. He got up and walked over to me. "Why didn't you tell anyone? Someone could have helped to get you home."

"Kat calm down." Ei came over too. "But why didn't you say anything?"

"I know it's going to sound stupid but I thought no one would believe me or think I was crazy. Plus I was in shock that I was in the My Hero Academia universe." I said. "Plus even if I was able to go back, I don't have anything waiting for me."

"What do you mean?" They knelt down.

"This is the only home I have ever really known. Where I lived wasn't a home. My parents weren't a part of my life and I just lived in a foster house that was more of a pickpocket operation. I refused to paretake so I wouldn't be missed." They were silent for a long while. I looked back and forth between the two and saw the conflicted looks. I sighed before getting up and walking to my room.

"Y/N? Can we come in?" They came a little while later.

"Yeah." I called from my place on my bed. I looked at them as they came in. They each took a spot on the bed.

"We're sorry, lemon drop." Ei said.

"There's nothing you need to be sorry for."

"Yes there is. You've obviously been dealing with this a long time and we should have seen something was bothering you."

"We are not mad that you didn't tell us, we're just disappointed in ourselves for not seeing it."

"It's alright. I've been hiding it very well." I smiled at them.

"Do you want to go home?" It seemed like Ei didn't want to ask that question. I thought about my answer.

"I am home." I said before hugging them both. "I am home with the Universe's best dads."

"Oh..." Ei chirped as they hugged me tight. We sat there holding each other in comfortable silence.

"Alright, alright. That's enough mushy stuff." Kat stood up causing me and Ei to chuckle. "Hey brat." I looked up at him. "If you ever change your mind, we'll do anything we can to get you back."

"Thanks." I smiled while grabbing Ei's hand. He ran a hand over my milky white hair before placing a kiss on my forehead.

"Now Come on." Ei pulled me off the bed. "It's family cook night and we're having fajitas!" I laughed as he pulled me along while grabbing Kat along the way.

"Eijiro!" Kat groaned. Ei let go and ran down the stairs ahead. We watched him until he disappeared into another part of the house. "Sometimes I wonder who the child of the house is."

"Ha ha." I chuckled before gently elbowing him. "Come on Dad. Let's go help Pa before he makes a mess." He looked at me shocked before a loving smile crossed his face.

"Yeah let's go help your Pa."

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Never fuck with Stiles

Steo | Stiles x Theo | Badass Stiles | Happy Theo

Never fuck with Stiles. Ever.

The new werewolves learned that, the hardest way.

Scott had taken in new werewolves, rescuing them and teaching them to survive. Scott have simple rules: maximum tolerance, no killing, and no fucking with Stiles.

And that includes his boyfriend: Theo Raeken

Stiles was seldom around anymore, being busy in his FBI training. But he chimes in from time to time with the pack's business. Visiting once every 2-3 months. Staying for a day or two.

"Scott said we can't!" -one of the new guys stopped the other.

"Stiles is not here. Besides, he's just human. Come on." -the other new werewolf, Tyler, looks at Theo across the room. "Look at him, he doesn't deserve to be alone. He needs some lovin'." then he gulped and licked his lips.

Tyler have been eyeing Theo since the moment he laid eyes on the chimera. Even making some passes when Theo was part of training them. He was smitten. But Scott did warn him.

"Theo's no longer available. Turn your interest someplace else." Scott said, firmly. Scott knew how hard Theo and Stiles worked for their relationship. They butted heads against each other at first. Stiles struggled to admit it to himself. Then when he finally accepted it, he had to court Theo. And butted heads with the other pack members who are still wary of Theo. Basically, Theo and Stiles kind of courted the whole pack for them to be together as they are now. And not to mention the sheriff. Oh, Scott knows how Stiles and Theo had a hard time with the sheriff! And that was 2 years ago. They are heading to their 3rd year together.

Theo visits Stiles over the weekends all the time. And is always with Stiles when he comes to visit Beacon Hills. Probably on the phone with him all the time too when Stiles was away.

Not that Theo would cheat, or Stiles. Heck, they are mated -and that's for life. Scott was worried because unwanted suitors are so annoying.

And Scott knows for sure that Theo had said no to Tyler. Various of times. Tyler has been sending Theo gifts of hunt: rabbits, squirrels, and deers. Theo told him about it. And Scott said he'd handle it. That was the first time he told Tyler off. Theo and him didn't tell Stiles because they know Stiles has his hands full in the FBI.

But Tyler, being young and naive, stopped with the gifts but continued flirting with Theo every chance he gets. Theo wanted to punch the guy but he couldn't. Tyler is Deaton's nephew. And Theo owes Deaton a lot. The vet allowed him to stay in the clinic way back when he was living in his truck. Even allowed him to work there, and paid him until he found something better.

Deaton even warned him to let Theo go. Theo is mated to Stiles -to which Tyler just scoffed. Saying: Stiles is just human. They can't be mated to each other. "Be thankful you're my nephew, that is the reason Theo haven't beaten the shit out of you or killed you yet. If Stiles caught wind of this, don't tell me I didn't warn you, kid."

Tyler shook his head before walking over to Theo. 'I don't understand why they're so scared of Stiles... or maybe they're not scared of Stiles. Maybe they pity Stiles and is treating him like a baby. Probably that.' He just couldn't let Theo go. Theo is perfect. Beautiful. Smart. Strong. Cunning. Perfect. Just perfect.

While Stiles is... just human. Tyler and the new werewolves got in the pack with Stiles just visiting from time to time. Mostly on peaceful days. So he's just there, chilling with the pack. Tyler observed Stiles... nothing special. Sure, he is cute. With his Bambi eyes, pale skin, littered with moles. He's tall too, but skinny and lanky. He's funny and everybody likes him. But that's just that -for Tyler. He couldn't get why Theo mated with the human.

Scott knows what Tyler was thinking about Stiles. But what he doesn't know is that Stiles was undergoing training in the FBI, not just for the brains but also for the combat skills. Theo was confident enough about it that he never worries if there was a fight. Stiles could take care of himself now. Well, Theo still worries, but not as much like before when Stiles knew nothing about fighting. Scott watched as Tyler approached Theo again, and Theo shooting his flirting down, again. Scott sighed. 'You're underestimating Stiles too much, Tyler.'

Theo moved closer to Scott and away from Tyler. Then he got a call. "Stiles! Hey, babe."

"Theo! Baby, Mwah mwah mwah!" Stiles made kissy noises. "How are you?"

The pair talked long. About each other's day. Theo telling Stiles about their plan tomorrow to capture an omega werewolf intruder. Stiles then telling Theo about some practice case he was given. Theo then gave his opinion on the case -bouncing ideas off of each other. Scott couldn't help but see how they talk over the phone. And how Tyler was upset across the room.

Then the call between the two suddenly turned to a little darker mood, Scott had sensed.

"...Yeah. Still... but I'm handling it okay. He gets annoying sometimes." -Scott heard Theo say. Probably, Stiles was asking about Tyler.

Once when Stiles came back for a weekend in Beacon Hills, he caught Tyler draping his arm over Theo. Theo then just shrugged it off. Then Stiles cleared his throat and called out to Theo. Tyler was nervous a little back then. Stiles just stared intensely at him the whole time. Scott remembered Stiles was furious, and had a fight with Theo that day. Stiles was upset because Theo didn't tell him about Tyler. Theo spent the whole weekend with Stiles, calming him down. Scott did not escape either. Stiles asked him why he didn't tell him about it. Scott charging it to not wanting to distract Stiles in his FBI work. And besides, Theo handled Tyler pretty well.

Stiles was appeased and went back to the FBI, checking in on Theo about Tyler sometimes. It's not that he doesn't trust Theo, but Stiles knows there are werewolves who would do stupid things to try and steal someone else's mate.

"Scott. I'm taking this Friday off. Stiles is coming this weekend. I'm fetching him."

Scott allowed Theo. It was Wednesday today. Tomorrow, Thursday, they will try and capture the omega werewolf lurking in the preserve. Friday, Stiles would arrive for a weekend vacation. But what Theo and Scott doesn't know is that Stiles is mad again. Because he had learned from Deaton that Tyler was still flirting with Theo, despite of him, Theo, and Scott's warnings.

Thursday arrived and Scott had stationed groups all over the preserve. The new wolves were more than excited. They wanted to be the one to catch the omega, to impress their Alpha Scott. But for Tyler, it was to impress Theo.

"I got this, Scott." Tyler was overconfident as he trailed the omega, alone. He was way over his head and was caught off guard. He froze up in front of it, the omega was reeking of the intent to kill, it overwhelmed him... Stiles showed up and slashed the hand of the omega werewolf, precised enough to cut the tendons rendering his hands useless. Stiles stared at Tyler, and flicked his sword again which slit the omega's throat this time. Not fatal, just enough to give him time to imprison it in a mountain ash circle.

"Just because you're a werewolf, doesn't mean I'm not fighting you." Stiles said that as he laid the mountain ash around the omega. Then he swung the sword in front of Tyler's face. "... especially if you're hitting on my boyfriend." staring straight at Tyler's eyes.

Tyler froze up and fell on his butt. Stiles, the 'just human' Stiles, defeated the omega, and is scaring the shit out of him. "You do know we're mated, right? Tyler?" Stiles asked him, moving the sword to his throat.

"Y-Yeah."

"Then why are you still after him?"

"H-He's... perfect."

"I know. Trust me, I know." Stiles laughed, one that is not funny, but scary. "So... he already told you: No..." Stiles wiped his sword on Tyler's shoulders. "...and this is me saying No too." then he slammed the sword down, just an inch away from Tyler's crotch. Tyler jerked away.

"Are we clear?" Stiles grabbed him up by his jacket collar.

"Y-Yes, Stiles... sir." Tyler surrendered.

"Good!" Stiles smiled and tidied up Tyler's jacket. Stiles took his short sword back and walked off -meeting the other new werewolves of the pack on his way. "Hi! Nice to see you all again." He said as he passed them by. They were all in a mix of awe and fear as Stiles passed them by. The human was definitely not skinny and lanky as they first thought him to be. Definitely not weak too.

"Stiles?" Theo called out to him. "What are you doing here? I'm supposed to fetch you tomorrow, right?" Theo stared at Stiles, he loves seeing Stiles in that FBI attire: black suit and tie.

"Well, there was business to attend to..." Stiles glancing at Tyler. "... anyways, I'm here now." Stiles then grabbed Theo into a kiss.

Never fuck with Stiles. -was suddenly the rule that was on top of the list for Tyler and the new recruits now.

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