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sugarmaplewings-fics · 3 years

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Insecure Thicc!Reader

Pairings: BNHA Boys x reader

Warnings: Some spicy bits, but not too crazy, a little crude, kinda implied fem! in some bits, but you can just skip over those points if ya want

Characters: Bakugou, Kirishima, Dabi

Author’s Note:

Hello! This is the first time I’ve written for Dabi so I hope his turned out ok! As a thicc girl myself, I kinda poured my heart out a bit for this request. I hope you enjoy these little headcanons (I kinda went crazy oop—)!

If you’re feeling insecure, remember that you’re beautiful, no matter what other people say! I’m still on my own journey of self-love, but I hope that this can bring a bit of comfort to anyone who is anywhere on that road.

I know that it says Mirio, but I don't write for him so I contacted the requester and they swapped him out for Dabi.

I love you guys! Hope you like it!

-Sugar

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Bakugou:

My mans Bakugou

He can appreciate some nice booty

I'm just going to jump straight to cuddling here because that's what I feel like doing

In public, Bakugou isn't all that affectionate

I am by no means saying he wouldn't gladly flaunt your relationship and yell about how wonderful and attractive his s/o is, but for the most part he likes to keep it between you two

But during down time, when there's nothing to do and all evening to do it, he wants you in his lap

SNUGGLING

He a stronk boi, you're sitting on his lap whether you like it or not

You are his human teddy bear, and you're going to have a hard time getting him to let you go

He wants to touch you all over and let his hands sink into your soft, plush body

Cheeks? Perfect for kissing and squeezing between his fingers

Your chest? He likes to hold you in his hands and test the weight of your boobs. They're so nice and soft and squeezable

Tummy? Bakugou's all over giving you soft, slow kisses over your skin, sucking a little into his mouth and between his teeth to nibble on

Thighs? He's touching on them constantly. If ever he's feeling possessive over you, his hands are going to fly to your legs and give them a solid squeeze to remind you you're his

Butt? Like I said, he loves it. He likes smacking it at every opportunity. Watching the resulting jiggle is the most satisfying and enticing thing to him

He likes to hold you at night, either his hands firmly clasping those lower cheeks or simply having it pressed into him. As much as he can get, he'll take

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Now, if he ever catches you saying something bad about yourself, you're done for

You say it when you're home alone together? He's going to prove to you how beautiful and valuable you are through any methods he can think of

Lecture consisting mostly of him yelling about how much he loves you? Check

Tackling you in an aggressive hug and pinning you to the bed only to point out and gently kiss everything you dislike about yourself, telling you how much he loves it? Check

There's another thing I could mention he'd do, but my mom might read this, so I don't want to get into it, buuutt you can fill it in yourself 👀—

Say something bad out in public? He's going to give you a death glare and pull you aside as soon as he can to tell you to stop

If someone makes a nasty comment about you, they got a big storm comin

Let's just say that, after an extensive apology from the person, you probably won't see them again for weeks

Bakugou knows how to get to people

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Katsuki doesn't care about what you look like, as long as you're happy and healthy

He values how you carry yourself and how you treat him. Something as superfluous as appearance isn’t on his mind when choosing and loving a partner

He's a good person to vent to as well. It may not seem like he’s listening sometimes, but he his. His insight is truly outstanding. There's something about him where, when he wants to, he always knows the right thing to say

13/10 loves you just the way you are and knows you're beautiful. Would not hesitate bitch to throw hands to anyone who says otherwise

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Kirishima:

Idk if this is me just self projecting onto him or whatever, but high key I think Kirishima could have a thing for thicc people

Nothing against our skinny queens and kings! He'd love you either way

But like, I can 100% see it

So he honestly gets kinda offended when he realizes you're insecure about your body

He understands why you feel this way—he's not blind to the fact that you're a little bigger than some other people

What really gets him is why you put so much pressure on yourself to look a certain way. To him, you're the most beautiful wonderful person in his world. Why would you be so negative towards yourself?

He knows how it feels to be insecure, especially with appearance

If you want to change yourself, he's 100% supportive. Mans is literally the most perfect gym buddy and would love to be by your side on your journey of self improvement

If you're not interested in changing your appearance, whether it be simply just for now or even never, guess what? He's 100% supportive!

I've seen this everywhere, and if you're also a regular in this niche of fanfic, I'm sure you have too, but Kiri is the biggest hype man

New outfit? He's all over telling you how good you look. Flaunt it, babes!

New makeup look? Amazing! Beautiful!

Did something different with your hair? Yesyesyesyesyes

And he's completely genuine in his praise as well. It's not manly to be fake about your thoughts and beliefs, and he knows for a fact that you're beautiful, just the way you are. Confidence goes perfectly with any look!

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When it comes to cuddling, he's all over you

He'll respect it if you're uncomfortable being touched in some places, but what he wants most is to be as handsy with you as possible

He just wants to run his hands over every surface of your body. Nothing suggestive about it (unless you're in the mood! 😉), he just wants to feel you

Boob pillow? That's all his. It's like there's one magnet in your chest and another in the side of his head. They're just so soft and plush and squishy?? To die for! Even if your chest is comparatively small, he's still on you. You can't stop him

When his head isn't planted on your chest, it's settled on your belly. He likes the warmth against his cheek and finds every aspect of it cute

Rolls? Adorable! Stretch marks? Beautiful! Hair? Pretty!

11/10 you're getting tummy kithes and little teasing tickles every night you spend together

He loves your thighs. Being a little grabby with them is totally his thing

Yet another place to leave kisses. Maybe even love bites too `O.O`

Great place for him to take little naps. Literally I cannot stress enough how comfortable he finds you, immersed in your scent, cheek comfortably resting on the tops of your legs, your fingers carding through his soft red hair. You are literally Heaven on Earth to him

Insecure about your arms? He loves them. They lead to you, and give him the best cuddles and hugs ever in the whole wide world. He'll kiss them all the way up and down until you admit they're not so bad

That goes for everything though. If he catches you talking bad about yourself or your body, he will tackle you and start kissing you all over until you admit how beautiful you are

KISSES ON YOUR CHEEKS. CHUBBY CHEEKS ARE VERY ADORABLE AND COMPLETELY FREE KISSING REAL ESTATE

He won't hesitate to carry you around or let you sit on his lap. He's a hero (or even just training to be a hero). He's super strong and manly, and besides, what else are those muscles for? Punching bad guys? Nah, he's more interested in holding his favorite person in the world (oop, that's you!)

Doesn't matter how heavy you are (I'm also talking to all yee who are 200lbs+. I see you. He's got you), he can pick you up. Carrying around his s/o is 100% mandatory and you can't say no (well, I mean, you can but like, only if you truly mean it)

Any days you feel down on yourself, he can be a little more serious

He's a great listener and will hear every word you have to say without interrupting, even though a part of him wants to interject any time you may try to call yourself ugly or unattractive

Once you've vented everything out, he'll pull you into his arms and let you settle on his lap. Then he'll give you the hype/pep talk you need

Anything you don't like about yourself, he'll go on a whole rant about how much he loves it. It's not a flaw, it's just a part of who you are. And because it's a part of you, Kirishima is going to love it, no matter how much resentment you may feel towards it

He's a big hugger, so he wants to have you as close to him as he can. It helps him feel like he's making you feel better

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Heaven forbid someone tries to give you trouble for how you look

He won't react as explosively as Bakugou, but they still better be praying

Kirishima's going to give them a good long talk about treating others with respect and being manly. He's not leaving until they apologize

All in all, Kirishima will forever love you for who you are. He doesn't care about your body shape or size. As long as you're healthy and happy and being your best self, he's going to be all for you

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Dabi:

So this guy is not having ya insecure BS

He doesn't see any problem with the way you look

He really grows to like your body even more than he expected over the course of the relationship

He likes how much more of you he has to grab and kiss and smack (affectionately)

He's pretty open with PDA

He likes grabbing your ass where everyone can see and giving you a nice squeeze just to let you and everyone else know you're his

He's into making out with you behind the bar, just waiting for someone to walk in on you

Dabi isn't big on being soft in public, but behind closed doors, you'd find him giving softer kisses and lighter touches

Initially isn't big on cuddling but opens up to it more as he finds how soft and huggable you are

You can bet you're sitting on his lap whenever you can, whether it's alone together in your room or even during a meeting; this man has no shame (not that he should be)

When you open up to him about your insecurities, he'll be a little upset

He sees nothing wrong with you at all, so why is your body something to be upset over? If anything, he's more attracted to you like this

He has a bit of a hard time finding himself attractive due to his burns (he's so wrong tho), so in that sense, he can somewhat understand

Decides to make a bit of a pact with you to stop being so insecure about yourselves and making a big deal out of appearances

You both love each other for who you are, and that's what's important

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sylvie-writes · 3 years

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Fighting For You

word count: 1530

request: Hi! Hello! Hey! I saw part of your conversation with the girl that is dating a cop and I was wondering if she’s okay with it of course, if you could use the “I’m fighting to come home to you” thing in a Steve x Reader thing?

a/n: this is part 1 of (undetermined) of me trying to finish requests that have been sent in ages ago. IM SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT AND THE QUALITY. it’s been hard to write but hopefully these will do. this was originally at 100 words, so i added some random subplot to bring up the count and I tried to make it relevant to the story. anyways, this isn’t proofread much so please excuse any mistakes.

It had been weeks of radio silence that often left your mind pacing while you tried to go through the day. Everything was gonna be fine.

Those five words became a mantra for the time being since Steve left and while he had warned you that no communication was a possibility on this mission, you still couldn’t help but feel anxious that something had gone wrong. Steve was never one to give up.

It was a solo mission meaning Natasha, who you trusted to babysit Steve, was currently not with him. Instead she was playing babysitter for you and had now lured you into a personal “mission” at the orphanage. The redhead had recently divulged the secret that every Thursday afternoon when she disappeared for hours on end that she wasn’t out for a workout regime, but instead visiting the angels who so badly needed some adoration.

That night Steve left for his mission, Natasha had taken you out to dinner and a few drinks led to cries of sorrow and laughter. Tears pricked at her eyes and your own, when Natasha revealed that she didn’t want these kids to have an experience such as her years as an orphan. Somehow your conversation of the awful nachos on the bar counter had transferred into what your friend did when she disappeared midweek. When the words spilled from her mouth and she immediately apologized for oversharing, you were quick to reassure her with a fast and unexpected hug that almost knocked over the unsuspecting coffee mugs that had been sitting between you both. The mugs were empty from trying to sober you both up but they seemed to be doing nothing but getting in the way. Natasha never really opened up to you about her past despite almost knowing her longer than Steve, so this little exchange was a milestone in your friendship.

Since that crazy dinner, you have been spending your Thursdays with the kids and Nat, putting on a fake smile that would turn genuine just at the sight of the children getting excited to see you. It took your mind off Steve, albeit for a few hours, but that was better than none. The kids always seemed to know what to say to cheer you up and you did the same for them.

Last visit, you and Nat were given the privilege of speaking with the teens and this week you were given the opportunity to visit the little ones. More specifically, it was arts and crafts day and only seconds after walking in the door were you elbow deep in macaroni noodles and colorful string.

About ten kids clobbered to sit around Nat as she demonstrated the making of macaroni noodles when you noticed a young girl in the corner and a social worker crouched on the ground with her, a lollipop in hand to coax the child. You could see the fear in the young girl's eyes as she clutched the tattered blanket to her chest. Those sweet brown eyes were so sparkly you were sure you would’ve remembered her which drew you to the conclusion that she was new.

You directed two other children to Nat who was currently playing art teacher as you slowly approached the scene in the corner. The social worker looked up at you with a hopeful smile and held out his arms as if saying “all yours.” He handed you the lollipop and quickly explained that she was new before dashing off to help another worker.

“Hey girly, what’s your name?”

You opted to sit criss cross on the floor, showing the girl that you planned on staying. She didn’t speak but instead turned to the wall. Silence filled the corner and you decided to speak up once more.

“My name is (y/n), and I come here with my friend Nat. Today we were invited to make macaroni necklaces with you! Do you like crafts?”

Some progress was made when you said Nat’s name and pointed her out to the child who had now turned to see what you were talking about. She softly shook her head when asked about arts and crafts and you gave a soft smile. Her hand quickly reached up to brush back a strand of short, black hair and you noticed the bracelet on her hand. It was a simple multi colored beaded bracelet that spelt out “VERA✿”

You reached out to grab her wrist and she complied, placing his arm in your hand.

“Wow, this is so pretty! Did you make this, Vera?” She nodded her head and quietly began to speak. At this you internally jumped around with joy at such progress.

“I like to make bracelets. My mommy used to make them with me, but then she left. Now I’m all alone.”

Her happy tone had turned dismal and a few tears crawled out of her eyes. Words never seemed to mean much to you, but her story made you choke back a sob. It seemed that the young girl hadn’t intended to spill the information, but she did, and now she was vulnerable.

“Oh Vera, I understand it’s no fun to be alone,” You squeezed her hand lovingly and offered a comforting smile, “My friend, Steve, he had to leave a few weeks ago and I feel lonely, just like you, but you know what?”

She cocked her head at your question.

“I have other friends who take care of me and don’t make me feel lonely. So Vera, why don’t we go out and make necklaces. We can go make some friends who will always be for you, hon!”

She was apprehensive to agree but slowly stood and dragged behind you. Nat saw you come over and waved you and Vera to come join the little boy beside her who looked in need of a friend.

Macaroni necklaces were a success and so was getting Vera to socialize. She made friends with the little boy, Liam, and the two were the chattiest out of the whole bunch. In fact, they both talked so much they tuckered themselves out that you and Nat brought them back to their sleeping quarters with the rest of the children. Natasha stood in the hallway as Vera led you to her cot and proudly showed off her teddy bear that sat in the middle. From a distance Nat could see Vera placing her macaroni necklace around your neck as you crouched down. Vera stood back and proudly eyed her creation before giving you a tight hug.

“Don’t worry, your friend will come back.” This statement caused you to be taken aback and luckily Vera was too busy climbing into bed to notice your shocked expression. “You told me you will come back and you are my friend, so I think he will too.” Vera continued as she pulled her teddy bear close and you covered her scrawny shoulders with the same fleece blanket that was once used as a makeshift shield. Walking out the darkened room, Vera’s words left you wondering if Steve would ever really come back.

As you and Nat drove home, all thoughts of Steve had momentarily dissipated leaving you with a second of bliss.

Not even a moment after your laughter ceased at Nat’s story of Liam trying to eat raw noodles, the ringer designated for Steve rang and your shaky hand voluntarily went to answer.

“Steve?”

“Hey, love,” Steve’s voice came out in a hushed whisper but a rough chuckle tumbled out with it, “You sound surprised to be hearing from me?”

“I thought something had happened to you. I-”

You were at a loss of words and Steve seemed to know this.

“(y/n), I’m fighting to come home for you. Never doubt that.”

His words seemed so sweet yet cringe so you could help but make a joke, “Wow, I didn’t know you were a motivational speaker on the side.”

Steve’s familiar laugh came through the receiver, “See, that is another reason I want to come home, so I can listen to your terrible jokes!”

Playfully offended you added, “Hey! They aren’t as bad as yours. I mean dad jokes, c’mon you can do better than that Rogers.”

“Yeah, yeah. We can settle this debate when I see you tonight.” You could practically hear the smirk in Steve’s voice because he knew darn well that he had just shocked you with this revelation of information. Your silence confirmed this for Captain and he proudly continued on.

“Well, I gotta finish cleaning up here, so I’ll see you for dinner, doll. Love you!”

All you could do was return the affection before hanging up and allowing the enormous smile to finally take over your face as it had been waiting to do so for so long.

“So, what should I wear?” Natasha took her eyes off the road and looked at you with a cheesy grin of her own. For a majority of the ride home, the two of you babbled about Steve like middle school girls on a first date.

Steve never failed to keep a promise to you and he wasn’t planning to do so now.

#steve rogers #steve rogers x reader

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viastro · 4 years

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made their way home | kim mingyu

ミ★ synopsis: in which you haven’t seen each other in three years and reunite at jeonghan’s birthday party.

ミ★ genre: post breakup!au, angst, fluff, humor

ミ★ warnings: none!

ミ★ word count: 1,794

ミ★ pairings: mingyu x female reader

ミ★ notes: hi guys! i wrote this while listening to kidult so i’m in absolute tears !! i also can’t stop screaming at this gif !!! i’m going crAZY

“Nope. I’m not going.”

“Yn, please! It’s my 26th birthday and you’re not going to come?”

“Yes. That’s exactly what I was planning to do.” You chuckle at the sound of Jeonghan slamming his head on the table on the other end of the phone. Sitting up on your couch, you glance out the window, the skyline of the city shining brightly back at you. “You know exactly why I won’t be going Hannie.”

“I’ll keep you guys separated the whole time.”

“You’re going to be too drunk to do that.” Jeonghan scoffs, causing you to giggle and mumble out that you’re kidding. “Please? The group hasn’t been together in years and this is the first time all of our schedules line up.”

You stay silent, watching a person in the building across from you start dancing as they cook pasta. Looking down, you pout when you think of the fact that Jeonghan’s right. You haven’t been with the whole group in a long time, about three years now.

“Hannie…”

“Please? For me?” You let out a sigh, throwing your head back onto the couch and staring at your white ceiling.

“Fine. I’ll go, only because I wanna see booseoksoon get drunk and start doing girl group covers again.” Jeonghan lets out a laugh on the other end at the memory. Once his laughter dies down, he lets out a soft smile, “Thank you yn.”

You feel yourself get choked up, coughing into your elbow and saying, “Yeah, of course Hannie. I’ll see you on Saturday.”

After the two of you say your goodbyes, you end the call, placing your phone beside you. You let out a small sigh, already feeling anxious at the thought of seeing him again after three years. The two of you have successfully avoided each other after the break up, but it slowly broke apart the friend group as well.

It’s not like we had a bad break up, it was mutual. So why am I so anxious? Why does my heart feel like it’s about to break again?

“It’s the least I could do, the group deserves it.” You mutter, staring at the white ceiling until the sun fully sets and the stars take over the sky.

“Seungkwan!” You squeal, wrapping your arms around your old friend. He lets out a laugh into your hair, mentioning how it’s been too damn long. He invites you inside, and you feel giddy at the sound of the group laughing loudly. Slipping off your shoes, you and Seungkwan walk into the living room to see the whole gang laughing at Soonyoung’s story. Your eyes scan the room, and you’re surprised to not see him among them.

“Guess who’s here?” The eleven guys turn around at the sound of Seungkwan’s voice, letting out a loud scream once they realize that it’s you. The girl they haven’t seen in so fucking long!

“YN!” Seokmin screams, jumping over the couch and tackling you in a hug. The rest of the guys follow suit, and you laugh at the impact. Your heart is overwhelmed with happiness at being with your best friends after so long, but there’s still a looming anxiousness at the thought that he should be arriving soon.

“Happy birthday, Hannie.” You greet, giving Jeonghan a big hug and handing him his gift. He wiggles his eyebrows at you, muttering how he didn’t expect you to buy him something.

“I have to buy you a gift, what kind of friend would I be if I showed up to your own birthday party without a present?” Sitting down on the couch beside Joshua, Jeonghan gives you a smile before walking over to the kitchen counter and placing the gift there.

“I’m back with soju and meat!” You freeze at the voice, and the guys beside you also seem to tense up slightly. Joshua pats your knee, getting up and walking over to help with the groceries. Minghao steps over and sits down beside you, giving you a smile in hopes to calm you down.

He chuckles at the quietness in the room, walking over he says, “Why are you guys so quiet? Wait I know. You guys were talking shit right-” The voice pauses when he lays eyes on you, and you slowly look up and lock eyes with him.

Mingyu stares at you, feeling an overwhelming amount of emotions flow through him. The main one somehow, still being pain. Your eyes shine at him, something that once used to make him smile but now makes his heart pang. He lowers his gaze once something reflects in the light, and he squeezes his hand into a fist once he sees you wearing the necklace with the half heart charm. You seem to notice, and your hand reaches up to cover it. His jaw tightens, and he walks out of the living room and into the kitchen.

You let out a small breath, listening to your heart hammer in your chest. Jihoon and Seokmin follow after Mingyu, while Minghao gives your hand a reassuring squeeze. Seungkwan stares helplessly as you space out, and Soonyoung decides to take control of the situation.

“Have I told you guys about the time I almost got hit by a firetruck?”

“I beg your pardon?”

“What the fuck?”

“The time you almost got hit by what?”

“You WHAT?!”

“Okay great I haven’t. So basically...”

“Can you pass the sauce?” Seungkwan asks, and Jun hands it to him. You giggle at something Seungcheol whispers to you, and Mingyu glances at you when he hears it. He watches as you tuck your stray hair behind your ear, placing another piece of pork belly in your mouth along with some rice.

Jeonghan stares at his friends from the end of the table, a small smile on his face after having been separated from the group for so long. His eyes catch Mingyu staring at you, and he watches the way he clenches his jaw when you laugh with Chan. Jeonghan stands up from his seat and walks over to Mingyu, placing a hand on his shoulder, effectively startling him. “Hannie, you scared me.”

“How long are you planning to stare at yn until you go up to talk to her?” Mingyu lets out a sigh, wrapping his pork belly in lettuce and pacing it into his mouth instead of responding. Jeonghan chuckles, patting Mingyu’s head. “I know you miss her, and I know you saw that she still wears the necklace you got her. Try and talk to yn by the end of the night, birthday boy’s orders.” And with that, Jeonghan walks back over to his seat while Mingyu lets out a whine.

“That’s not fair!”

“It’s absolutely, 100% fair.” Jeonghan responds, turning to talk to Joshua, ending the conversation with Mingyu. You immediately look down once Mingyu turns and glances at you, choosing to look busy with the food.

i guess i will.

You take in a deep breath of the cold night air, rubbing your arms a bit once the goosebumps appear. You stare at the city, still in awe at the beauty of it during the night. You’ve been outside on Jeonghan’s balcony for a few minutes, needing a break from the loudness of the guys. A blanket gets draped over your shoulders suddenly, and you turn around preparing to thank Jeonghan or Seokmin, only to pause when you lock eyes with Mingyu.

“T-thank you.” You mutter and he nods. He walks up to the railing and leans against it, staring at the skyline of the city. The two of you stand in silence, taking in the view as you hear the faint laughter from inside.

“How have you been?” You finally ask, turning to glance at Mingyu. He shrugs, “I’ve been alright. I started culinary school a month ago.”

Letting out a small smile, you turn to the man you still love once loved. “That’s great Mingyu. I’m really happy for you.”

“Thank you. How about you? Are you still an intern for dazed magazine?” You shake your head, and he turns to glance at you.

“I actually work there now. Got promoted to be one of the editors.” He lets out a chuckle, shaking his head and you cock your head to the side at his reaction. “What?”

“I always knew you’d get that job ya know? When you’re passionate about something, it really shows. You work hard for what you want, and I’m glad they were able to see that.” Your smile falters slightly, and you turn your head to look back at the city. The two of you fall into silence once again, watching the cars down below.

“You’re still in love with me, aren’t you?” You ask, not looking at Mingyu’s reaction. Out of the corner of your eye, you see him let out a sigh and nod his head slightly.

“Yeah, I am.” Mingyu turns so that he’s facing you, and he watches you bite your bottom lip harshly.

“You still love me?” Mingyu asks softly, and you don’t move for a moment.

You thought you were over him, or at least tried to convince yourself of that. In the three years of the two of you being broken up, you dated. You went to bars, opened up online dating accounts, went on blind dates, but there was always that lingering feeling in the back of your heart that you chose to ignore. However, seeing Mingyu after three years of avoiding him made that lingering feeling unescapable.

“Yeah, yeah I do.” You finally answer, and he bites the inside of his cheek to stop the small smile from coming onto his face. He turns back so that he’s facing the railing again, and silence falls upon the two of you once again.

Mingyu reaches out and intertwines your fingers with his, and a shaky breath leaves your lips. You glance down at your connected hands, feeling like you’re finally home after so long of just wandering lost. Your eyes drift up to find him wearing the other half of the heart of your necklace, and a tear finally escapes your eye. Turning back towards the view, you rest your head on his arm, and Mingyu bites his lip to stop his own tears from falling.

The two of you stay like that for a while, comforting each other in silence after a long time of being apart.

Meanwhile, Jeonghan and the eleven other guys smile excitedly at the sight of you and Mingyu staring at the night sky together. Knowing that everything’s going to be okay between the two of you once he intertwines his hand with yours

“Finally, they made their way home.” Jeonghan mutters softly once he sees you rest your head onto Mingyu’s arm.

they made their way home.

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cottoncandyjester · 3 years

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PLEASE I NEED MORE NSFW HEADCANONS OF UR OCS

Well since you asked oh so nicely

This contains:nsfw talk, spanking, salem being salem, degrading, public humiliation

Theodore

If you think he likes vanilla sex cause he's a gentleman you're wrong

Theo likes the thought of being tied up and dominated it's a thought he pushes down constantly

He definitely has a praise and worship kink both receiving and giving

His hands are his best skill

Gives amazing handjobs and is perfect at fingering

He is a giver in bed so he'll spend hours just making you cum over and over

He feels so embarrassed if you try to praise him in bed

He isn't usrd to feeling vulnurable

He hides his moans

If you want him to be loud ride him

He is only rough if he's jealous and only does it as an act of possession

"sweetie, my sweet angel..I'm sorry but I truly can't let this go. The fact that that walking idiot had the nerve to touch you while we were on a date. You'll forgive me for my roughness won't you my dear?"

Theodore's gentle tone didn't match his harsh grip on your hips as he leaned down to plant a harsh and steamy kiss along your neck. He was a person who didn't like being rough on his partner but there were times where it needed to be done

Axis

So he cries during sex

But we all knew that

He is a switch but either way he's sobbing and begging for more

When he is a top he is hugely into petplay

Prefers the nickname bunny for his lover

Will definitely buy you bunny petplay items for the bedroom and dress you up

He likes the soft feeling of the bunny tail so expect him to touch it 24/7 while he's fucking you

As a bottom he's submissive to the core

Definitely has a mommy/daddy kink

Touch is very important to him

He likes the feeling of silk and lace against his skin

He likes to blindfold you so you experience what he does

He is the type to remind you of the safeword over and over

He doesn't wanna be overbearing but he's always scared about making you uncomfortable

He is the type to drown you with praise and love

He just adores you to the point where the softest of touches makes him cum

Tie him up and he's whining

"[y/n], please- a-ahh I can't take it anymore"

Axis whimpered as he struggled against the restraints, the silk brushing against his wrists made him shudder at the delicate feeling. Tears streamed down his face as you bounced up and down on him riding him to the point of overstimulation

"hold on for a little longer, you'll be a good boy and do that right?"

"[y/n]! Yes! Yes! I'll be good just please let me cum!"

His sobbing was so cute that you just had to tease him some more..even if it made him sob

Hikaru

We know he adores degrading

Sex with him is rough and normally humiliating

He adores making you feel like utter garbage during sex

Of course this being said knocking him down a few pegs may be best

Hes totally into pegging

He is the type to show his lover off and show how submissive they are in the best and most embarrassing of ways

To him it's a show and he adores being the center of attention

"aren't they just so cute, writing and crying like that like a little slut"

Hikaru smiled sweetly as he turned the vibrator up using the remote in his hand. He was having a party and you were the main event, it was punishment for you being a brat before so showing you off like a prize infront of a bunch of people sounded like an utter delight.

"I think they are going to cum again, I suppose I should help them out"

Hikaru gave a long sigh as he walked towards you onto the stage where he tied you up to suffer, he leaned in close with a devilish grin as he watched your expression change to one of desperation and submission.

"come now piggy, you have to be louder than that if you are going to make a good host. What if I fuck you righr here infront of everyone? We can even hold an auction on who gets to stuff you next"

"n-no p-please-"

Hikaru cut you off by yanking your hair back roughly practially growling in your ear at this point.

"then be a good fucking slut mext time or I swear to God I'll sell you to the most disgusting rat I can find"

Hikaru moved back and turned to the crowd before giving a cute laugh before glancing back at you.

"how about we make this more entertaining hmm? After all we have all night to play with them"

Prince

He is very open minded to sex

Except being fucked, that scares the hell out of him

He will do it but he will be very vulnurable during it

He is very experienced so he is the type to take the lead

That being said he thinks its hot when you boss him around

He's horny all the time but he likes doing it in public

His favorite kink is definitely a daddy kink

Call him daddy and he's drooling

Is a master of teasing

He is so cocky during sex

His voice is sly 100% of the time

"You're just too cute babe"

A shaky breathing escapes you as prince teasingly flicked his tongue along your sex making sure to press his piercing against you in the best of ways.

Prince had exact one hour until he had to open the bar so he took this time to give you oral ontop of the bar as a reward for being so cute.

"your sounds are making me so damn horny, shit I just might have to fuck you right here and now you'll want thst right cutie?"

Yuki

Ah the underdog of the group

He is quite brutal

Heavy BDSM is his thing

Full on chains, whips and collars

Both receiving and giving

He is actually the type to be a giver in bed

He'll make you cum with tous over and over til you pass out

He takes that time to masterbate in hiding

He is very vulnurable when touching himself or receiving pleasure

He doesn't want you to see that side of him cause hes embarrassed

Plus he is insecure of his body cause he has scars along it

He is definitely in shibari and bondage as well as leather

Buying riding crops and paddles make him all giddy

He always makes sure you're comfortable though

Absolutely stop if you say the safeword

He doesn't have a huge sexdrive so when you two do have sex it last for hours

It's mostly just foreplay and trying new toys on you to see what they do

A shaky huff escaped yuki as he curled up more in the computer chair stroking himself to the image of you wrapped in leather, it was such a beautiful sight that it made him absolutely hard.

"[y/n]...[y/n]..."

His chanting of your name was low yet whiny as he felt close to climax, that feeling was soon ripped away from him when he felt your hand ripping his away from his cock.

"is this what you do when I'm not around? Wow..what don't want me to see your cock?"

"ah! Wai-"

You cut him off by moving his legs open more so sit on your knees in between them. He looked so shocked that you honestly found it adorable.

"relax yuki, I just want to please you okay?"

He turned his head away and gave a shaky nod soon shuddering when you wrapped your mouth around his length.

"ngh- [y/n]!"

Your eyes sparkled at the sight of his flushed face and you knew that you had to do this to him again

Salem

Oh boy..

Salem is an absolute animal

He loves sex so much that if he doesn't do it at least four times a day he will go through withdrawal

He likes it sloppy and messy

He is the one who is into darker and more dangerous kinks

From blood to biting

Being a cannibal he has to be careful with blood since too much can trigger him to really hurt you

You have to make sure to shout the safeword or he definitely won't hear you

All in all he is a wild lover

Try to deny him for too long and he's pouncing so make sure to keep your schedule clear for him

Eight hours, it's been so hours since salem fucked you and he was going crazy. He didnt understand why you had to do something dumb like have a boring job he offered to let you on his camshow but you always reject him.

When you returned home you couldn't help but stare at the messy house with furniture that had odd holes carved into them, you had a feeling you knew what those were for

"sale-ah! Wait!"

The male pounced you now sitting ontop of you and trailing his tongue along your neck dripping drool onto you as he grinded his hips against yours eagerly basically humping you.

"gimmie gimmie! Lets fuck already!"

"can't i close the front door first?"

You tried to reason with your boyfriend who was using his mouth to remove your clothes while his hands squeezed and fondled every inch of you he could.

"[y/nnnn]~ ahh!"

"Wha-mphff!"

Salem grabbed your face forcing your mouth open before drooling into it letting his saliva drip into your mouth before he gave you a loud sloppy kiss making sure to shove his tongue into your mouth.

it seems you weren't getting out of this easily.

#yandere imagines #yandere ocs #yandere #oc smut #oc x reader #oc imagines #tw salem

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𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 ∞ 𝐩.𝐣𝐬

summary: park jisung was supposed to be more than a passing cloud, than a fleeting moment.

pairing: reader + park jisung ft. childhood friend!mark genre: high school!au, angst, fluff, some comedy too cus dreamies are funny af word count: 7.7k warnings: language, mentions of nausea

author’s note: i’m super happy to announce that i hit my first follower milestone!! thank you to the 100+ precious people who decided to follow my horrid blog, i really appreciate each and everyone one of you and i hope you enjoy this story to celebrate!

this is a sequel to my story passing clouds so please check that out first before you read this.

Jisung felt sick to his stomach. Like the time Donghyuck had somehow managed to convince him, or more so, drag him against his will onto that horrid Viking ride that day they went to the theme park together. Jisung had clutched onto the bars for dear life, and he could’ve sworn that his stomach flipped-flopped inside out and back again, with his life flashing before his eyes, all while his friends laughed at his misery. But now, along with the deja vu in the form of nausea churning in his stomach; he felt as if his chest was being constricted from the unbearable weight of guilt that was consuming his body. The gloomy skies thundered outside, as if the heavens above were laughing at his misery. As if they were chanting a mantra, reminding him that he fucked up as his head replayed the words you had sobbed just mere moments ago. He should’ve known it was a bad idea then — yet only after facing the pit in his stomach and the echoes of your cries did he know how ditching you was in fact, an irreversible mistake that might’ve cost him more than just his friendship with you.

He clenched his fists, knuckles turning white from the iron-grip on his phone as his arms fell limply to his side. What had he done?

Jaemin spoke first, as the boys all quieted down from their gaming soon after witnessing the conversation. “What the hell did you do, Jisung?”

Jisung winced. Jaemin rarely swore around him, much less directly at him. He knew he fucked up, and his friends could see the defeat in his eyes. The tension in the air thickened as Jisung’s mouth parched, unable to find the right words that could give a single reasonable explanation as to why he chose to do what he did.

“I fucked up,” he croaked plainly, running his hand hurriedly through his hair. “I hurt (Y/N).”

Jaemin’s hand balled up as he narrowed his eyes. He cared for you a lot — all the boys did. They loved you like their own sister. Jaemin’s expression softened at the sight of the youngest’s agony but he remained stern. “What did you do, Jisung?”

“(Y/N) and I.. we were supposed to go to the movies together today. But I never showed up.” Jisung’s knees felt like giving out. “I didn’t think she would actually be that upset that I didn’t show up! I-I thought she would just call someone else to watch it with her, or something. I didn’t she would blow up at me...”

“How could you not expect her to blow up at you when you literally stood her up?” Jaemin furrowed his eyebrows in disbelief. Jisung bit his lip in reluctance and the other boys frowned. Jisung was usually rational, and thought about his actions before he did anything. They didn’t understand what had led him to do this.

“Why did you flake on her?” Renjun asked quietly. Jisung averted his eyes, looking down at the floor. “I don’t know. I just felt like it.”

Donghyuck scoffed, “That’s such bullshit and you know it.”

Chenle’s frown deepened. Seeing his closest friend trying to deflect the truth was so unusual. He tried to piece it together, hitting the nail on the head with a simple question.

“Don’t you like her?”

Jisung’s heart twisted into knots. “What? O-Of course I do, she’s my friend.”

“No, of course you like her Jisung, we all do. I’m asking if you like her.”

A pause hung in the air as they all patiently waited for his answer (despite the obvious.)

“Y-Yeah. I do. I like her so much, guys. And I freaking messed up.” He confessed, choking up as tears prickled his eyes. “I was scared. We planned this last week while we were studying, and I thought she was joking about it being a movie date but she was actually serious and kept bringing it up.”

“That’s a good thing though, isn’t it? You could’ve made a move on her.” Donghyuck pointed out in slight disbelief.

“I know, but I got scared! I thought.. what if she didn’t like me back, and I was taking this the wrong way? I didn’t want to make the next step and embarrass myself when— if she rejected me. I knew it was childish of me to try and be cool and play it off, but… I don't know. I-I really just thought she could do better...” Jisung buried his head into his hands, his shame and insecurities washing over him. “Mark just came back into town too, and I always thought he was a better match for her than me.”

He sucked in his breath, lips quivering. “I.. I told myself that if I just chickened out then she would replace me with him or something. So it didn’t matter if I went or not.”

“(Y/N) would never do that and you know that! It’s so obvious she likes you back,” Chenle couldn’t help but grow frustrated at how unreasonable Jisung was being with the whole situation. How could he possibly even think like that?

Jaemin inhales deeply, shaking his head in disapproval. “If you really liked her back, then you would’ve thought about how your actions would have affected her and how she would’ve reacted.”

Jisung lifts his head up, eyes bloodshot as tears drip down his face. “Guys, I fucked up. I hurt her feelings and—” His breath hitched, “S-she told me that I could go play whatever games I wanted as long as they weren’t with her! I didn’t mean to make her feel like she was just someone I used to pass time or she was a game!”

“Jisung, of course she would think that way! You can’t just mess around with her feelings like that. You ditched her without even giving her a plausible reason or heads up, and you argued with her and said that we mattered more than she did, even though we’re all friends!” Jaemin huffed exasperatedly.

He pauses to catch his breath, almost sobbing at this point. “I don’t know how to fix this. What if she never forgives me?”

“I’m so disappointed in you, Jisung. How do you expect her to forgive you?” Jaemin suddenly stands up, throwing his hands up in frustration.

Everyone’s eyes widened at Jaemin’s irritated tone. He rarely ever scolded Jisung, always showering the younger boy in love and affection. He even treated him like his little brother. Jisung's mouth hung agape at Jaemin’s harsh words. He knew he deserved it, but it stung even more coming from Jaemin.

Jaemin scowled before turning his back and storming out of the room. Everyone froze, stunned.

Jeno was the first to react. “I’ll go talk to him,” he said before stepping outside of the room.

The rest of the boys turned to Jisung who was flopped on the floor, his usually tall stature curling into a tiny ball like a small child. Chenle sighed before getting up to rub Jisung’s back comfortingly.

“You made a big mistake,” Renjun says bluntly from his spot.

“But so does everyone. Everyone has their insecurities, Jisung. You’re still growing so you still have an opportunity to learn from them so you don’t make the same ones again. But it’s a fleeting opportunity so don’t take it for other’s kindness for granted. You owe her an apology, and if you’re sincere enough, she’ll at least hear you out. You know how (Y/N) is — she’s a very understanding person.”

Chenle and Donghyuck nod their head in agreement. “We’ve all made mistakes before. It’s a part of life.” Chenle adds.

Jisung weakly mumbles a thank you, wiping the tears from his swollen face. The boys all give him a pat on the back and a tight-lipped smile. As much as they agreed that what he did was wrong, he was still their brother. It was their job to be there for him, to support him and guide him along the path even if he made mistakes.

Jeno popped in from the doorway. “We’re going to go clean up for dinner. We’ll call you down when the food is ready.” The boys all begin to shuffle out, leaving Jisung alone with his thoughts.

He feels such agonizing frustration, but he knows that he has no one else to blame but himself. He was the sole reason you had been hurt. It was his fault, his actions, that caused you pain. At the sound of your sobs replaying through his head, he squeezes his eyes shut and clenches his hands so hard that his dull fingernails pierce the skin of his palms, leaving painful indents.

However, Jisung’s head snapped up as the door creaked open again. Jaemin's eyes softened as he took a seat next to Jisung.

“I’m sorry,“ Jisung mumbles, “I really hurt her even though I swear, I never meant to. You can be mad at me. I deserve it.”

Jaemin sighs before ruffling the younger’s head. “No, Jisung. I’m sorry for what I said.”

“I really care about both of you and I know you understand what you did was wrong. It really did hurt her, but she really likes you, you know. A lot more than you think.” Jaemin murmurs.

Jisung didn’t have the heart to tell Jaemin he didn’t actually know.

Although Jisung would always jokingly fight back against the older’s hugs when he would be the one initiating hugs and coddling him, this time, Jisung’s body relaxes as he lets the older boy wrap his arms around him.

“Thanks, Jaemin.” He sniffles. The older boy can only pull him in closer.

∞

He had a lot of work to do. Jisung sighs, leaning back in his chair before scribbling “Mission: Make it up to (Y/N)” on a piece of scratch paper. He scrutinized the blank page before groaning and crumpling it up in frustration.

Jisung facepalms the table with an astounding thud, earning a yelp from across him. “What the heck, Park Jisung! Are you trying to get a concussion?” Donghyuck screeched. The chocolate milk from his bowl of Fruity Pebbles cereal sloshes onto the surface of the table and into his lap.

“Sorry!” Jisung mutters. His older brother glares at him while furiously wiping his lap with napkins. “I just can’t think of how to get (Y/N) to forgive me. I suck at all this romantic gesture crap.”

Donghyuck wails, “Doesn’t mean you can just freaking slam your head into the table! What did the table ever do to you? Also now my favorite sweat-shorts are stained.”

Renjun walks by the kitchen and rolls his eyes in disgust. “First of all, who the hell eats fruity cereal with chocolate milk— you heathen. You deserved it.”

Donghyuck flicks his middle finger at Renjun’s back as Chenle bursts out in his iconic dolphin laughter.

“Jisung, if you get a concussion in this kitchen or break the table with that empty skull of yours, Jaemin is going to break your skull. And you know (Y/N) the best, don’t you? Use your remaining brain cells,” Renjun tutted with a pointed look.

Jisung nods but whispers something about there being only one brain cell in this whole damn house under his breath.

“Yeah, I know— ‘cause it belongs to me.”

Everyone simultaneously rolled their eyes at Renjun.

Jeno sits in front of the TV, fervently smashing buttons. His eyes never break away from the screen yet he manages to pipe up. “Why don’t you start by figuring out a list of what she likes?”

Jisung’s ears perk up at the suggestion. “That’s a great idea Jeno!” However, his excitement quickly turns into a huff of exasperation. “But (Y/N) likes so many things… Anime, ice cream, watching me dance, fangirling over —”

“Me, of course!” Hyuck singsongs with a cocky smirk.

The crumpled ball of paper smacks him dead in the nose. “Ow!”

“Wait, I know!” Jisung shouts enthusiastically as an idea pops into his head. The boys all turn to look at him. “She loves the cake from the bakery down the street!”

“Ah, Neo Bakery? The one with cherry bombs and puzzle piece cookies?” Jaemin asks.

Jisung nods, flashing his smile for the first time in days. “Yeah! Can we go right now? Please?”

“I don’t see why not,” Jaemin grins. All the boys shrug in agreement, and begin grabbing their jackets and shoes. Even Jeno leaves his game to join. But before they knew it, Jisung had dashed out the door, his sneakers barely on. “Meet you there!” He called out.

They all share a look and collectively sigh.

“He’s so whipped.”

“Yep.”

∞

By the time they had caught up to Jisung, they had found him standing in front of the quaint shoppe pacing back and forth like a lost child. Chenle shoulder-bumps him, causing him to stop in his tracks. “What the heck are you doing?”

“I didn’t want to go inside alone… It looks kind of empty,” He says sheepishly.

“Oh my god, you big baby, just go in and—” Donghyuck froze as the door he had pulled causes him to lurch forward. He tries to open the door again, but to no avail. It hadn’t budged.

Jisung runs up to the window, squishing his face against the cold glass to peer intently inside. It was empty.

“Guys,” Jeno whistled. They whirl their head in his direction. Renjun holds up a paper with the words “CLOSED FOR RENOVATIONS UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE” emblazoned in bold letters across the page. “You have got to be kidding me,” Jisung bemoans, accidentally hitting his head against the glass window in the process. He winces and rubs his reddening forehead.

“Keep that up and you’re going to lose all your brain cells before you even get a chance to speak to (Y/N),” Chenle snorts. Jisung’s nose scrunches up at his best friends and he turns to face everyone else. “Now what am I going to do?” He whines.

“I mean, are there any other places that she’d like?” asked Renjun.

Jisung shakes his head. “No, just that place. She really likes their strawberry cream cake.”

Jaemin wrinkles his nose at the mention of strawberry before he exclaims, “Ah! I got it!” A mischievous glint appears in his eyes. “Jeno, don’t you have Doyoung’s number?” Jeno stares at him quizzically before letting out a sound of realization and nodding. He quickly gets out his phone and scrolls until he finds the right contact while everyone else’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “We’re going to go to the supermarket now, let’s go Jisungie.” Jaemin beams proudly.

“What are you talking about? The supermarket? For what?”

“I got it!” Jeno announces, grinning before shoving his phone into Jisung’s ginormous hands. Jisung fumbles with it for a bit, earning a glare from Jeno. He gives an apologetic grin before looking down to read the screen.

“Woah, what? How’d you get the recipe!?” He exclaimed. Jeno shrugs yet doesn’t bother to hide his eye-smile. “I’m friends with Doyoung. He works there part-time as one of the bakers and he owes me a favor.”

“Wait, are we going to the supermarket to buy all the ingredients?” Jisung parrots bewilderedly. Chenle rolls his eyes and smacks his best friend upside the head, “Yes, you idiot. Now can we go? I’m starving too.”

Jisung’s smile ear to ear as they all make their way down the street. He was so lucky to have them.

∞

After a chaotic trip to the supermarket which had resulted in Renjun chasing down Hyuck in attempt to murder the cheeky boy for yet again trying to steal his order of pork cutlet “by accident,” and Chenle trying to find his favorite Chinese ramen in the wrong aisle for a good 20 minutes, they had managed to get back home in one piece without getting kicked out by the manager again. (Everyone had blamed it on Jisung for accidentally knocking over the entire tower of cans on one of the tables, but he thought it was a stupid idea to even display cans in such a fashion. It wasn’t like it was one of Renjun’s weird art competitions or whatever.)

With the help of Jaemin and Jeno who both surprisingly had not fallen into the chaos, they had successfully checked off their shopping list.

“Now, we should measure out the ingredients first and then add it in so it makes it a lot quicker and easier,” Jaemin chastises as he puts on his apron. He turned around only to be met with the sight of Jisung coughing in the midst of a cloud of dust, desperately trying to wipe the cake flour that he had accidentally spilled everywhere off his black shirt.

“Park Jisung, I banned you from the goddamn kitchen for a reason but please, for the sake of (Y/N), get it together!”

Jaemin facepalmed. This was going to be a long ass ride afternoon.

∞

Cake was probably the most difficult thing Jisung has ever attempted to make in his life.“Why is this so hard? It’s just cake!” He stares at the gloppy mixture in front of him, lifting up the whisk only to be met with the sight of chunks of things he wasn’t even sure belonged in a cake.

First, it was the struggle with just simply washing strawberries. Jaemin had looked away for a single second and nearly went haywire when he saw what the younger boy was about to do.

Jisung had moved the strawberries into a bowl in the sink, running water and had just grabbed the container of green liquid when—

“Nooooooo! No!” screeched Jaemin. He smacked Jisung on the leg and scolded him with an incredulous look. “You don’t wash strawberries with dish soap, you idiot! Are you crazy!?”

Jisung shot him a puzzled look. “Wait, you don’t?”

With the self-restraint of every fiber in his body, Jaemin forced himself to not strangle the other boy.

Then it was this. Jaemin should’ve known it was a horrible idea to try and even think about letting Jisung do this alone, but the boy had begged about about how he needed to prove himself to you and he needed all the credit. He pinched the bridge of his nose and left to go drag someone else in to help.

Jisung was perpetually frozen in his spot, his jaw still hung open. His brain was short-circuiting at this point. If he had followed all the instructions, how did it end up like this?

“You both are idiots,” Renjun shook his head, glaring at Jaemin who had dragged him away in the middle of a Moomin marathon and Jisung who was still blinking confusedly at the whisk in his hand.

“Please, Injunnie,” Jaemin pleaded, pouting with his lips puckered out and puppy-dog eyes. “Do it for (Y/N) and Jisung! We’re all counting on you!“

“Agh, fine.” Renjun rolled his eyes before going through the recipe once again.

“Oi, Park Jisung! Snap out of it!”

“Huh, wha—?”

Renjun grabbed the whisk from him. He stares at the horrific mixture of what was definitely not cake batter and wrinkles his nose in disgust. “What the hell did you do?” He demands.

Jisung gives him a blank stare. Renjun examines the ingredients on the table and nearly faints.

“Jisung, this recipe says baking powder, not baking soda. And it says cake flour, you blockhead, not bread flour! Why do we even have bread flour!?”

“Actually, it’s because of Hyuck’s carb obsession,” Jaemin answers.

He immediately holds Renjun back from running off to fight the mentioned boy.

Jisung chortled, “Renjun, you’re the best!“

Renjun cuts him off by locking the taller boy in a loving chokehold and laughs. “Yeah, yeah, I know. Now help me would ya?”

∞

After about five hours of continuous screaming and threats of burning down the kitchen or someone’s hair (which may or may not be all by the hands of Renjun), they managed to successfully bake the cake. Jisung collapses on the couch besides his friends, finally giving his strained muscles a break from the hardcore struggle of baking. “Who knew baking was this hard?” Donghyuck teases the tired trio on the couch. Chenle laughs in delight at their suffering, and they all shoot him a dirty look. While they rest, Jeno begins cleaning the mess in the kitchen. “It looks like a goddamn tornado flew in here,” He mutters.

“My poor kitchen,” Jaemin weeps. He turns his head to pinch Jisung’s cheeks, “Ahhhh, the things I do for you and true love, my precious Jisungie.”

Jisung groans and slaps his hand away. Donghyuck and Chenle begin helping Jeno clean the mess as well. Just as they finish, the timer for the oven goes off.

Jisung sighs before getting up. “I’ll get it.” In his exhausted daze, he opens the oven and reaches out for the hot pan before —

“Ow, fuck!” He swears, retracting his now throbbing hand. “Language!” Jaemin scolds from his seat. Chenle rushes over, inspecting his hand. “Dude, are you okay?”

Jisung winces at the pain and mumbles, “I forgot the mitt.”

Jeno walks over and chides, “Go run it under cool water.” Jaemin and Renjun turned their heads from the couch. “Are you okay, ‘Sung?” Jaemin asks worriedly. Jisung nods weakly in response.

“We have burn salve, and I’ll help you bandage it afterwards,” Jeno grabs the burn salve from the cabinet and gently applies the salve to Jisung’s hand, who flinches even with the light pressure. “Chenle, can you get the cake?“ Jeno asks.

“I got it,” he reassures, skillfully taking the cake out with a mitt and closing the oven.

“Thanks,” Jisung then frowns at the white bandage wrapped around his palm. Y/N is probably going to freak if she sees this, he thinks to himself.

Despite the pain from his throbbing hand, the boys worked together to finish decorating the cake and celebrated by enjoying some of it as well. Surprisingly despite their clumsiness, it had turned out almost identical to the one from the bakery and didn’t taste bad at all. Now all Jisung had to do was just wait until he saw you tomorrow.

As he laid there in bed that night, he felt the gaping hole in his chest that had been masked by his chaotic day. He was missing something in his life the past couple of days. A hole in the shape of you. He felt like kicking something suddenly. Like himself. How could be so foolish as to push you away because of his own insecurities? You didn’t deserve a fool like him. The lump in his throat grew.

He closed his eyes tightly that night and sent a silent prayer up into the sky before he slept. Please give me another chance to love her. To make her happy.

∞

To say that Jisung was nervous, would be a great understatement. His entire livelihood depended on this. Well, maybe not livelihood but still. He didn’t know what he would do if you didn’t at least hear him out. He had trouble sleeping last night, his doubts and worries consuming him. The boys hadn’t questioned him this morning when they saw the bags under his eyes, yet still voiced their concerns only to be brushed off with a weak smile. This was what he deserved. And now he had to do what he must in order to earn your forgiveness. He had carefully wrapped the slice of strawberry cream cake in a box, with a red bow on top. He was never really one who was good at expressing his emotions through words, much less cheesy romantic gestures like this but he had practiced his apology at least a hundred times in front of his mirror the past few days. All he had to do now was just simply tell you it. Face to face.

His stomach churned as the memory of your cries and bitter words surfaced again. He shook his head in order to try and rid himself of those thoughts, which Chenle had noticed. He gave an encouraging pat to his friend’s back and murmured a soft “Hey, it’ll be okay.”

Jisung’s face twisted in slight anguish. “I don’t know, Lele…” He sighed. “I’m really scared. I really don’t know what I’d do if she doesn’t forgive me. I don’t even know if I really deserve another chance after what I did and said.”

“Jisung, she loves you a lot and you love her too. It would be foolish to say that you’d never hurt her but you need to prove that you won’t ever try and do it again. Just try your best and know that if she hears how sincere you are and see that you’re trying to learn from your mistakes, then you shouldn’t take that for granted ever again.” Chenle reassures.

Jisung smiles sadly before a look of determination replaces it. “Thanks, Chenle. It means a lot.”

Chenle smiles. “Any time, bro.”

∞

By the time lunch rolled around, Jisung felt like a shit ton of bricks had hit him. Usually, he would’ve seen you in the morning but you were nowhere to be found. He hadn't seen you in the halls or anywhere else at all, and worry was eating him up. Where in the world were you?

He took a seat besides his friends who all shot him a look of concern. “What’s wrong now?” Donghyuck questions gently. He hated seeing his youngest brother down in the dumps and although it was supposed to be resolved today, Jisung only looked more worn out.

“I haven't seen her at all today. Do you think she’s purposefully avoiding me?” Jisung feels his heart breaking even more at the possibility that you hated him to the point where you wouldn’t even want to see his face. His head drops in remorse.

“I don’t know,” Hyuck begrudgingly admits, “But don’t you have class with her?”

“Just some. But she was absent today. Usually I see her between classes as well and I haven’t seen her at all. What if she’s sick or she’s skipping class just to avoid me?”

“I doubt (Y/N) would ever skip class just for that reason… but you should just wait until class,” Renjun suggests. Jisung nods in disappointment, his expression resembling one of a kicked puppy. The boys exchange a look of pity and they eat their lunch quietly.

They could only hope for the best.

∞

Jisung mopes for the remainder of the day, feeling nothing but pure despair for his current situation. By the time the last class rolled around, he had basically given up on even seeing you today or even ever again for that matter. He stares at the dainty bag he prepared for you in deep regret before a familiar figure passes by him. (Y/N)?

His head snaps up so quickly he’s sure he almost gave himself whiplash.

It was you. You were here. You were here!

Relief washes throughout his body. His eyes followed you as you walked to your seat, yet he feels his body tense when you don’t even bother to glance back. You hadn’t spared him a single look since you had gotten to your desk but you could feel his stare burn holes into the back of your head. You didn’t actually know since you hadn’t looked at him since before this weekend but you had a gut feeling.

Still, you were stubborn and refused to turn around and give that jerk the satisfaction of attaining your precious attention.

It wasn’t fair of him to do that when he was the one who had hurt you. He was the one who had promised you his time, yet ended up treating you as if you were disposable — something he’d throw away once he had something better to do. You weren’t his priority.

You had basically spent all weekend curled up in your room sobbing into Mark’s arms. He had picked you up from the movie theater that fateful day and consoled you until the wee hours of night, patiently listening to you rant and bawl your heart out over a stupid, stupid boy. You felt so guilty since he had just come back into town and instead of spending time catching up, he had kept you company as you binge-watched sad movies to wallow in your heartbreak over a certain idiot by the name of Park Jisung.

(“I’m sorry Mark,” you blubbered as you cling onto his figure. He sighed as he rubbed your back soothingly, hoping to calm down your tears. You mumbled into his tear-stained shirt, “I didn’t expect you to come back and for this to happen. I ruined your weekend, didn’t I?”

“Well.. you might’ve,” He said, causing you to immediately sit and look at him with watery eyes and quivering lips. You opened your mouth to cry out even more but he stopped you. “Wait—I was kidding. Sort of but not really.. but it’s okay (Y/N)! I just don’t want you to see you cry anymore.” Through your watery eyes and sniffles, you managed to smack him weakly against his chest. He gave you a tight-lipped smile before softly pulling you into his embrace, tracing circles into your back as you melted into his arms and lulled yourself into a deep, painless slumber.

Mark slowly moved his head to look down at your forlorn figure, a peaceful expression upon your features despite the fresh tears still dripping down your face. He gently wiped the tears from your face with the pad of his thumb, his heartbeat thumping so loudly that he worried it would wake you. He felt like his heart was tearing in half — from how painfully heartbroken you were, and how ironically sad this situation was. “I’ll always be here by your side,” Mark whispers to the air, knowing you had already drifted into dreamland. His heart ached. After all, he knew you would never see him the same way you saw Jisung. And he had to live with that.)

You had spent the next few nights with Mark, ugly crying yourself to sleep in his arms until the tears ran out. Asking the skies how could he could just cut you out of his life just like that? Drop you with the lame excuse that his friends were first. Did he not feel any remorse for what he did?

Stupid jerk. He didn’t deserve any more of my goddamn time or attention. No more shedding any tears. No more self-pity, you thought to yourself. You didn’t need Park Jisung in your life. You didn’t need to waste your breath holding onto what your friendship once was, what your feelings once were. You were sure of it. You had tried to convince yourself so, anyways.

You wanted to burn every trace of Park Jisung from your life, yet Mark had persuaded you not to, quietly murmuring about how you would regret it more than Jisung would soon regret his actions. You found that hard to believe but after all he had done to stay by your side, you relented to his wishes.

The time had dragged on by agonizingly slowly. It felt like Jisung was stuck in time for what felt like a million damn years. His anxiousness increased as the class went on. You were actually here! He wondered why you hadn’t showed up for your earlier classes but he thanked the heavens that at least you were here now. Yet he couldn’t help but feel more on edge.

He swallowed thickly, tapping his pencil annoyingly and fidgeting in his seat. His eyes paid more attention to the ticking of the hands of the clock than the boring teacher droning on and on about today’s lesson.

Finally, the bell rings signaling the end of class. Jisung jumps out of his desk and grabs his backpack in one hand and the bag in another, dashing outside like his life depended on it. You catch a glimpse of his escaping figure, and scowl. Did he really not want to be in the same space as you? Was it that painful for him to have you to be in his life? You felt a lump grow in your throat. A part of you had naively hoped that maybe, just maybe he would confront you and apologize. Not that you’d forgive him, or anything but… You bite your lip. He really dashed out the door just like that. You swallow the tears threatening to spill and trudge out of the room with a grim shadow cast upon your face.

You walk outside and begrudgingly scan the groups of students dispersing, searching for his face despite your internal protests. You couldn’t help it. However, by the time you reach the steps of the school, he’s nowhere to be found.

“You look like your cat just died.” You turn around to see Na Jaemin leaning against the brick wall with his signature sweet smile painted on his face. You pout and remember that he’s still Jisung’s friend. Your pout quickly turns into a scowl, and as if reading your mind — he kindly says, “I’m still your friend (Y/N). Nothing will ever change that.”

Your walls drop and he gently nudged your shoulder, cocking his head towards the doors so you both head out. “I hope Bongshik didn’t actually die, or else Jeno would be devastated,” Jaemin remarks. Your shoulders droop and you shake your head. As you walk with him, he takes a turn into the courtyard and you follow him despite the unfamiliar path.

“I know what happened between both of you,” he breathes airily. You wince at the mention of the fall-out. You hadn’t really wanted other people to know yet you guessed it was inevitable. “I know you probably hate him, but I know it’ll be okay. “

You remain quiet, unable to form a coherent sentence when your mind is constantly buzzing with thoughts of Jisung, bringing back the pain clawing inside your chest. You bite your lip. “How can you be so sure about that?” You mutter bitterly.

As you stare at the fallen cherry blossoms littered all across the pavement, you don’t realize that Jaemin had stopped. You freeze, and look up only to lock your gaze with the deep chocolate orbs of the one person you had been avoiding all day.

His eyes darted around your face searching for any telltale signs of how you felt — yet your face was only void of any emotions besides shock. Your jaw drops as you immediately turn to leave. “Wait, (Y/N), please! I’m sorry, please don’t leave— please! Just hear me out.”

You halt in your footsteps, cursing yourself for being foolish enough to even listen to him. Your heart betrayed your mind. You turned around and glared at Jaemin for even getting you in this situation — yet his eyes simply gazed with intent, almost lulling you towards Jisung again. He raises his eyebrows in anticipation and tilts his head towards the other boy. You sigh in resignation at his silent command and then turn around to fully face Jisung.

“What could you possibly say that would make me want to stay?”

“I’ll leave you two alone,” Jaemin says quietly before walking away. Your eyes widen as you realize that you would have to deal with this alone. You open your mouth to protest.

“Wait, (Y/N), please — I just need to tell you something and then you can decide whether or not I’m worth any more of your time,” Jisung interrupts, pleading with his entire soul.

Your eyes flicker to him.

He had never looked so broken.

“I thought I wasn’t worth any of your time,” You say quietly, remembering his harsh words from the other day.

Jisung’s expression drops yet he knows he can’t stay quiet anymore. “No, that’s not true,” He says firmly. “You’re worth all the time in the world.”

You can feel your heart beating out of your chest now, and wonder if he can hear it despite the mere steps that distance you away from one another.

Jisung’s nose scrunches up, and you want to laugh at his cute habit of wrinkling his nose in distaste whenever he’s disappointed that something doesn’t go his way, even despite the grave situation. He inhaled sharply before continuing. “I’m so so sorry for what I said the other day. It was the most hurtful thing I’ve ever said to anyone and I’m so disappointed in myself for hurting you. I never meant to.” He bites his lip and you stare at him. His hands fidget but remain behind his back.

“I-I like you, (Y/N). A lot. M-Maybe even love you but either way! It doesn’t excuse what I did. I shouldn’t have stood you up, but I was stupid, and foolish and the biggest idiot in the world because I was scared. When you first brought up going to the movies together, I was so happy. This is going to sound so damn cheesy and I hate cheesy, but my heart literally soared. I’m still surprised you didn’t notice how red I was,” He admitted.

You stared at him in shock. Park Jisung liked you. Even loved you. He loved you back.

“I didn’t shut up about it to the boys. But then I kept thinking. What if you didn’t mean it like an actual date and I was taking it the wrong way? I was honestly terrified. I didn’t want to ruin our friendship by making the next move even though everyone told me you felt the same way. I over thought it and then decided that I didn’t want to look like an idiot, so I had to be really chill about it in front of you, so I wouldn’t embarrass myself if you didn’t feel the same way. I didn’t want you to know how excited I was because I thought I would look desperate, or something.”

“I let my insecurities get the best of me and god, when I heard that Mark Lee was coming back, I literally felt like I had no chance. I mean, you’re the most amazing girl I’ve ever known and I mean it (Y/N). Y-You…,” He pauses and takes a breath, forcing himself to make eye contact with you. “You deserve the world and I really want to be the one to make you happy because it makes me so happy every time you laugh because of me tripping over air or you wake me up when I fall asleep during our study dates — I mean hangouts. And when I get to hold your hand and doodle all over your arms—” He rambles on. “I was dumb enough to take your time for granted and not consider your feelings. But I want to do better for you. I regret what I did and I want to turn back time to fix it, but I know I can’t so… I promise I won’t make this same mistake again.” His ears turn red and your heart can’t help but swell at his words, despite your mind’s screaming.

“But I didn’t think I was good enough or anything like Mark, who’s a lot funnier and older and smarter. I thought he would be better for you.” You want to open your mouth to protest but he continues.

“But I don’t want to be scared anymore! I don’t want to live life regretting what I did. You’re the most important person in my life (Y/N), and I know I hurt you a lot because I was scared to let you see all of me and tell you how I really felt, but I want to be better and learn from my mistakes. I don’t ever want to hurt you again and I can’t promise you I won’t, because I’m a big idiot who’s still growing, and I know I make a lot of mistakes... but I want to be your big idiot who will apologize and grow from them. I would do whatever it takes to make you happy as long as we’re happy together.”

You found yourself on a rollercoaster of emotions. You bite your lip, trying to hold back the growing smile and tears threatening to burst.

Taking your hesitation as a rejection, Jisung looks down dejectedly before revealing the bag in his hand. “H-Here,” he struggles to keep his voice from breaking, just like his heart, “I… wanted to buy you your favorite cake from Neo Bakery but it was closed so I tried to bake it myself… I know you don’t want anything to do with me anymore but please just take it. It’s for you.”

Your eyes widen as you also notice his bandaged hand and the way he winces when he grips the straps of the bag tighter. You put two and two together and take the bag. You set it delicately down on the ground before rushing to embrace him.

Jisung stumbles back a little but manages to catch his balance as you wrap your arms around him. “You stupid idiot,” you mumble into his shirt, tears welling up. “Look at how cliche this is. You know how much I hate cheesy cliches.”

Jisung stiffens before he relaxes his body to hug you back even tighter. “I can’t believe you burned yourself baking a cake for me. How dumb are you? And I can’t believe Jaemin let you in the kitchen in the first place.” You say incredulously.

He lets out a laugh at your response and strokes your hair gently. “I know,” he says softly as he closes his eyes and relishes in your warmth. You loosen your grip around his torso and step back to gaze up at him. “I can’t believe you at all. What you did really hurt me and I almost burned all your hoodies” Jisung’s eyes widened in horror at your statement. You snigger slightly. “But I didn’t. Thanks to Mark, by the way.”

“It’s okay to be insecure and have your doubts and I know we all make mistakes but please, don’t shut me out and leave me hanging like that next time. We’re friends and friends don’t do that to each other. I accept your apology — only because I know how hard you must’ve worked to bake the cake with your stupid noodle limbs and incompetent cooking skills.”

“Hey!” Jisung pouts at your words and you reach up to pinch his cheeks as you laugh. He melts at your touch and a gummy smile emerges. “But if you couldn’t tell, I really like you too. Maybe even love you,” You inhale at your own words and avert your eyes. “But if you want to make the next move then we have to work on conquering our fears… Together.” You admit earnestly, a look of determination in your eyes.

Jisung can’t help but grin even harder as his heartbeat skyrockets. Happiness overflows through every part of his body. “Thank God,” He says, pulling you in for another tight embrace. “I don’t know what I would’ve done without you.”

You both revel in each other’s arms for a while longer as the breeze gently blows against your figure. You look up at him, with the sunset shining upon his skin. His sparkling eyes gaze intently into yours before he leans down a little and your breath hitches. He pauses for a moment before his lips brush hesitantly against yours, and although you don’t feel fireworks erupt or an intense rush of euphoria, you know that this felt just right. Your noses barely brush against each other’s and your eyes flutter shut, feeling his lashes tickle lightly against your skin. He’s so glad your eyes are closed so you don’t see his cheeks dusted with a rosy pink. You slot your lips against his more, the awkwardness fading away, and tip toe to wrap your arms around his neck as he pulls you in deeper.

He lets go first but smoothly slips his large hand into yours, fitting almost perfectly. His ears burn with embarrassment and you can feel yourself turn hot and blush fervently. Jisung scratches his neck trying to hide the fact that wow, for a kid who was considered shy — that really just happened.

“You’re not off the hook yet, Park Jisung! You still have a lot of groveling to do. Just because I love you doesn’t mean you’re forgiven, you big baby!” You announce to diffuse the awkwardness.

He smiles bashfully, “It’s okay. As long as I’m your big baby.” He leans down to grab the bag with his other hand and you blush even harder at the confidence brimming from his words. “Shall we go taste test my amazing cake?” He jokes.

You smack him and scoff, “There’s no damn way you were able to make this by yourself! Who helped you?”

He sticks his tongue out. “You’ll never figure it out.” You roll your eyes and laugh as you walk together, fingers still intertwined.

Maybe it was foolish of you to want to believe that Park Jisung wasn’t just simply a passing cloud or fleeting moment in your life. But you had hope. Hope that instead, he was the gentle breeze that tickled your nose and the warm sunshine that kissed your face on the warm summer days where you both had spent chasing each other until your lungs hurt. Or perhaps, his existence was embodied in the petals of the cherry blossom tree in the courtyard that bloomed every spring, carved with initials of young love that you had just ironically and cheesily enough, just experienced your first love underneath. You weren’t sure if Park Jisung’s existence was fleeting in itself or that the idea of forever actually existed, but you knew he himself was just there throughout every step of the way, and as much as the moments passed by and the memories faded, you could feel his love with the passing of every second.

And most importantly, you knew that Park Jisung still had your heart at the end of the day, and even if he dropped it, he would do everything in his power to put together the pieces even if it meant opening up a part of his heart that he had kept hidden away for so long and giving it to you. And at that moment, that was the only forever you needed.

author’s note: i sincerely hope you enjoyed this sequel hehe i worked really hard on this and it’s the longest story i’ve ever written! spoiler alert: there will be an epilogue/spin-off with mark in the making <33 please keep an eye out for that in the future hehe. special thanks to @neocitybynight @j-woosderland @gohyuck and @neostains for reading this beforehand!

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dameronology · 4 years

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the one where you finally talk about it (s.r x reader)

summary: when a mission goes wrong, you end up in a cell with your ex-boyfriend. what a better way to pass the time than to discuss where things went wrong?

i was listening to why we ever by hayley williams and it was a vibe and reminded me of something i went through a few months ago so i’m really throwing my own experiences out into the void here big yikes

- jazz

warnings: angst, language

You curled up in the corner of the cell, feet splayed out in front of you. You were wiggling one of your boots side-to-side, knocking into the metal bars with a rhythmic tap, tap, tap. You could feel the cold concrete against your torso - it was a welcome contrast to the stuffy air of the cell. The fact you could smell your ex-boyfriend’s aftershave from where you were sat didn’t help.

‘Can you stop that?’ Speak of the devil - or perhaps, the devil was speaking.

‘Stop what?’ You innocently asked, lifting your head from the wall to look at him.

Steve Rogers was on the other side of the cell, pacing back and forth. You hadn’t meant for the mission to go wrong - but it had happened. It was a risk that came with the job, and usually one you could deal with. Being locked in a cell with your former lover, however, was not. You hadn’t spoken in almost six months. Maybe it was SHIELD’s fault for thinking you two could possibly work together.

‘Tapping.’ He grunted. ‘You always tap on things. It’s annoying.’

‘And you pacing back and forth like a six foot, caffeinated toddler isn’t?’

‘You are so childish sometimes.’ Steve commented. But, he stopped pacing, instead sliding down the wall to imitate your position.

‘Yeah, that was a point you covered very well when we broke up.’ You snapped.

You weren’t even entirely sure why you’d broken up. You’d been wildly in love one minute and fuming the next. You’d gone from 0 to 100 - stolen kisses turned into yelling, seething fights. Long, sweet nights together turned into I think I hate you sex. At one point, you didn’t think it was possible to hate him - but Steve Rogers always had a way of proving people wrong, after all.

You’d both pretended that you were fine in the months afterwards. In truth, it had taken a lot of wine and and many late-night talks with the ever-wise Natasha Romanoff to even begin to get over it. You didn’t know where you stood now, or how you felt. It wasn’t a can of worms you wanted to open in such close proximity to him.

‘We’re smart,’ you murmured to yourself. ‘I’m sure we can find a way out.’

‘Did you just say something nice about me?’

You let out a groan. ‘Not everything has to be about what happened, Rogers. Get over it - get over yourself.’

‘I am over it.’ Steve raised his hands in surrender.

He stood up, hands wrapping around the metal bars. He glanced at the lock for a minute - he’d been able to pick them at one point. Then, technology advanced past his Boy Scout training and became electronic. People were creating new inventions out of things that didn’t need fixing.

‘Let me guess - it’s still locked?’ You offered, glancing up at him. ‘You might as well just sit your ass down and wait for Bucky to get here with the back-up.’

‘That could be hours.’

‘Oh, I’m sorry. Do you have somewhere to be?’ You held your hand out in front of you, motioning to the concrete walls and tiny window.

Steve let out a grumble and sat back down. The air between you was thick with tension - you both had too much to say, but neither of you were getting to the point. What even was the point? That you both felt the need to remind the other of what had happened, to take pointless jabs at something that happened months ago?

In truth, you didn’t hate Steve - not even a tiny bit. You hated what had happened between you but it’s not like he was single-handedly responsible for it. Failed relationships were part of being an adult. Above all, you were just hurt by the fact you couldn’t make it work with the person you loved most in the world.

‘How’ve you been?’ You tried not to laugh at your half-arsed attempt to break the silence.

‘The usual. I’ve been doing missions, going to the gym, getting stuck in a cell with my ex.’

You pulled a face at him, rolling your eyes. ‘If it’s any comfort to you, I had plans as well. I had a date.’

‘With who?’

‘Two people actually. Men. Very rich, very famous.’

‘C’mon.’

‘Ben and Jerry,’ you winked at him, and Steve simply snorted.

‘Your jokes are still terrible.’

‘Is that why we broke up? Because of my jokes?’ You quipped, but stopped when you saw his face fall. ‘Sorry. Was that too soon?’

‘No,’ Steve shook his head. ‘I just - why did we break up?’

‘I don’t actually know.’ You smiled sadly at him. ‘You said I picked fights too much.’

‘And you said I worked too much.’

The ice between you had melted slightly with the circumstances. The fact you were even having a conversation was a big step.

You stood up, grumbling at the pins and needles in your legs. You walked to the other side of the cell, leaning against the wall and staring out the tiny window. The mountains went on forever; grey skies, grey water, grey clouds, grey everything. Pathetic fallacy, much?

You remembered now - quite clearly. Steve was working on four or five missions a week; way more than his contract required. He was away six nights a week. He was barely talking to you, barely touching you. And, when you did see him, you were so hurt by it that you turned everything he did say into an out-of-proportion fight.

‘You did work a lot,’ you murmured under your breath. ‘And I did pick fights.’

There were footsteps - not pacing, but coming closer to you. Steve appeared in your line of sight, his large shoulder resting on the wall a few feet away from you. He remembered too, just as vividly as you. You’d both pretended to forget - that way you didn’t have to talk about it.

‘Maybe if we’d spoken more.’

‘I did try to talk to you - all the time, but you were never home.’ You tried to hide the hurt in your voice, but it wasn’t working.

‘When I was home, you always fought with me-’

‘- because you hurt me, Steve!’ Your voice broke, and you sharply turned your back to him. ‘I thought you didn’t want to be with me.’

‘Of course I wanted to be with you.’ His voice was soft.

Steve put a hand on your shoulder, forcing you to turn around and face him. For the first time in six months, he was looking at you with something that wasn’t contempt. He was still every bit as attractive, even when he was furious, but the soft look on his features brought you back to a better time - a happier time, when it had been you and him against the world and not you and him against each other.

‘You had a funny way of showing it.’ You said.

‘I was scared,’ Steve murmured. ‘I hadn’t been in love like that before. I was worried you were going to leave me, that you were going to hurt me.’

‘Maybe I was doing the same.’ you countered, voice small.

A silence fell between you again. It wasn’t tense this time - just sad. Break-ups were always hard but this one especially. What you’d had was rare; it was proper love. Perhaps not the kind you see in the rom-com, but the boring, ever-lasting kind of love. Only, it wasn’t everlasting. It was a very temporary love; fleeting, over before it had even properly started.

You returned to your place against the wall, watching as Steve quietly moved over and took the seat beside you.

‘It’s a shame, really.’ You gave him a pained smile, ‘because we were a hot-ass couple.’

‘We were,’ Steve chuckled.

‘I’m sorry things didn’t go the way we wanted.’ You replied. ‘I guess we’re both wiser for it now.’

He thinned his eyes, deep in thought for a moment. You were talking about it in a way that seemed so final - but why? If one of you was about to die or marry another person, he’d understand. But, neither of you had even tried to talk about it - you’d never discussed the things that broke you up, not until now.

Part of you still wanted to go running back to him - to forget the hurt and the pain and the sorrow. You wanted to feel his lips on yours again, to feel his arms around you. You missed the butterflies you used to get when he called you his, and the kick you got from telling people that Captain America was yours. For every bad part, there were ten good ones.

You pushed the thought from your mind. It was tempting - he was tempting. But, the hurt had been too much. You were still quintessentially the same people; if you couldn’t have a healthy relationship then, who’s to say that you could now?

‘You’re thinking about it too, aren’t you?’ Steve’s voice pulled you from your thoughts.

‘If you mean briefly considering suggesting that we try again before realising it’s the worst idea ever - then yeah.’

For what it was worth, at least you were always on the same wavelength.

He laughed knowingly. ‘And I’m guessing that one very intense conversation in a cell isn’t enough to convince you?’

‘Not even close,’ you took his hands in yours, squeezing them. ‘We’d need intense therapy before we even started to deal with the things that broke us up.’

He grimaced, nudging his head to the side as if to say fair enough. He released his grip on your hands, sticking out his pinky.

‘So...friends?’

You smiled back at him, wrapping your finger around his. ‘Friends.’

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wastelandlovingscenarios · 4 years

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The male companions and f!sole fake dating for a mission?

this one is sooo cute! i love it. thank you for requesting! i don’t have a specific scenario and i’m in class so for this request, i will keep it general. let’s say they’re crushing on the ss hard. ❤️

Danse:

horrible. he’s horrible at this kind of stuff. in fact, he’s probably the one who does this mission the worst out of all the companions. he stumbles over his words, blushes intensely, and loses himself in the process. everytime sole sends him a cute, flirty look to go with the flow of the situation, hes already midway through a heart attack. whenever sole slips her small hand in his own, he becomes dizzy and you could literally feel the steam radiating off of his body. as much as he wanted to help sole complete the mission, his mind wasnt capable of thinking straight and all he could really focus on was the feeling of their hands pressed together. hearing sole call him, ‘love’, ‘boyfriend’, and ‘sweetheart’ only made him more nervous than he already was. how do boyfriends act when stuff like this happens?

danse scolded himself for looking like a fool in front of sole herself and the random bartender that continued to eye him down. despite all his worries and anxiety, he doesn’t really want the sensation of these small moments to end any sooner. the feeling of their hands intertwined and sole sticking close to him only pushed him to protect her more. he didn’t want this to be a one time thing, especially not when this feeling felt so right to him. it was just so new and foreign - it excited him. as they exited the building, he felt the disappointment build up as he felt soles hand retreat from his but fought the urge to grab it back. his eyes never left soles hand as they both walked back to sanctuary, danse still remaining suspiciously quiet with a red face. maybe, just maybe, he’ll confess to sole sooner than later.

Deacon:

he was good at fake dating. well, good at it with someone he didn’t like. this was different. this was someone he actually had feelings for and he nearly hit his own head trying to get up from his bed as des sent deacon and sole to a mission. “you’re kidding, right?” deacon would laugh nervously, hoping it was a joke coming from his boss. she was not kidding, not one bit. here he was, trying to act natural as sole tried to persuade the man to spill some information. once the man questioned their intentions with the place they tried to gain intel on, sole placed a small hand on deacons chest, causing him to grow rigid. oh boy, this was gonna be a long night for him. “oh, we were just looking for a place to reside in. we’re planning to start a family after all, right honey?”

crimson dusted deacons cheeks as he smiled, answering the question innately, “of course. we just want the best for our kids.” sole threw an arm over deacons torso, hugging him tightly as she exchanged words with the man once more. he would shyly snake his arm around her waist as he tried to keep his cool. he hadnt felt any affection like this since barbara, so he definitely wasn’t used to this anymore, but he wasn’t complaining. he’d secretly enjoy the affection shared between the two. once they got the information they needed, they both ditched the town as soon as possible to avoid seeming suspicious. as sole tried to release her hand from deacons, she only felt him grab it a little tighter. “what’s wrong?” she looked up at deacon, who was smirking friskily with a blush on his face. “the mission doesn’t end till we get back to HQ, remember?” she laughed, hitting his arm playfully as she squeezed his hand, “stupid.”

MacCready:

at first, maccready would be completely against the idea of fake dating because of his insane crush on sole, but would see it as an advantage to make the move he never had the guts to initiate. maybe this was his chance to hint at sole that he liked them, through actions of course. he thought it would be easy until sole became all affectionate and touchy with him to seem convincing to the couple they were investigating. the hand holding and small touches were gonna make him faint any minute. “what a pretty man you have there! hard to find someone so good looking these days,” the woman complimented as she eyed maccready in a flirtatious manner. before he could respond or even send his thanks, sole tiptoed and pecked maccreadys cheek, causing him to stumble back in surprise.

it took him a few moments to really get himself level headed over the events that just happened, but would let a small smile spread on his face. he unconsciously brushed his hand over the spot she had kissed and the moment only replayed more and more in his head. he watched as sole said their final goodbyes and dragged him to another side of the room, talking to him about what she had collected. he wasn’t listening. he was only focused on her face and lips and was enticed by her beauty. unknowingly, he placed a hand on soles cheek and bent down to kiss her forehead but immediately withdrew, panicking at his sudden actions. he was stuttering out apologies left and right until he felt soles hand creep into his own, a warm grin forming on her cheeks. all his worries about whether sole felt the same way immediately drifted into oblivion.

Hancock:

he would be the most natural when fake dating, seeing that he is naturally flirtatious and has obviously showed his liking to sole. of course, sole was oblivious to his indications and shrugged it off, knowing that it was part of hancocks personality. so when sole brought up the idea of fake dating for a mission so they could seem less suspicious, he agreed to it before she could say another word. maybe through this way, he can show her that his feelings are 100% genuine and not part of his coquettish nature. during the night, they spoke to some woman at the bar who apparently held essential information that they needed to push out of her. they knew they would probably have to chit chat with the woman for a long while before she really began talking about what they needed. they both decided to relax on the couch opposite of where she sat, wanting to get comfortable for the remaining of the time they were there.

at first, it started off as cute, innocent hand holding and had slowly transitioned to something more as they both got more relaxed with each other. hancock wrapped an arm around soles shoulder, unconsciously playing with strands of her hair as she laid her head on his shoulder. he eventually lifted her hand and placed a gentle kiss against her knuckles, sole smiling as a response. with a small giggle, the lady teased, “you must love her very much. it must be very nice to be in love.” hancock only sent her a broad smile, a gratifying tone dancing in his voice. “yes, i do love her very much. always have and always will. i’m sure she knows that too.” sole would laugh and nod her head, a soft red painting her cheeks. after collecting as much intel as they could, hancock lead sole out of the bar, never letting go of soles hand once. sole peeked at him shyly, her voice quiet. “did you mean what you said in the bar? or was that part of the plan?” hancock would hum teasingly in thought, “take a wild guess, sunshine. do you think i meant it?” sole would pout childishly causing hancock to burst into laughter. he walked in front of her, and gently held soles chin as he inched closer. “let me answer that for ya.”

Nick Valentine:

he’d seem almost professional at it, maybe a little awkward here and there but is a gentleman overall. he wouldn’t really mind fake dating for a mission, but wouldn’t think it’s the best way to go through with it. in the end, he’s much better at controlling his feelings for her than the others. nick is much more simple with showing his affection and shows it through small manners. he would place a firm but gentle hand on soles shoulder or would stick out his arm for sole to link her own with. as they went out and about to the designated area with soles arm linked with nicks, they finally found their suspect and tried to seem as friendly and unsuspecting as possible. unfortunately for them, the man seemed to be disgruntled by nick being a synth and often gave him a disgusted side eye as they spoke. they both decided to ignore this and continue on with their shenanigans. the detective enjoyed the unexpected attention he was receiving from sole and smiled at the feeling of her head leaning on his arm. using the same arm she rested on, he caressed her back gently. though they got negative reactions from the man, nick still remained in a contented mood due to soles acts of endearments.

he tried to start up a conversation with the suspect, hoping that he can obtain any information but the man only degraded him. “you’re dating a synth? this piece of trash?” sole could hear the loathing tone of the mans voice, and before nick could even sputter a word out, she stepped in front of him. “excuse me. you better watch how you talk to my boyfriend. he is the sweetest and most caring man i’ve ever met in my lifetime and he is most definitely better than you will ever be,” sole glared harshly before continuing, “if you don’t like it, then feel free to walk out.” she sent him an innocent smile as the man stomped passed the two, fuming at soles comment. “don’t let the door hit you on the way out, sweetheart.” she whirled around to face nick and looked at him straight in the eye, huffing. “the audacity of some people...” he only chuckled and ruffled her hair. nick was pleasantly surprised with how she handled the situation and felt his mechanical heart whir happily as he locked eyes with her. “well aren’t you something, doll? can’t find anyone else like you.” he complimented, “so what’s the plan now since our main man decided to take a hitch?” giggling, she linked arms with nick once more, dragging him with a skip in her step. “i say we keep searching. there must be more than one person in this town that’s connected to him.” nick was just glad to share these small moments with sole.

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vigilantesanonymous · 4 years

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family gatherings - klaus hargreeves

You meet the family, and make a good impression. Diego is a little too overprotective over his brother. Hilarity and awkwardness ensue.

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You had been dating Klaus for 6 months before he brought up his family. Another month after that, he ventured the idea of possibly meeting them.

After the awful childhood that he had shared with his siblings, he wasn’t keen on seeing them again. Well, the childhood, and then the stopping the apocalypse debacle. He was sober now, and had (relatively) gotten his life together. His siblings knew how to push his buttons, and even though he loved them, it was easy to fall into old habits. Habits that were particularly numbing.

As part of his sobriety, Klaus had tried to keep busy by becoming closer with Vanya. She was easy to talk to, seeing as he was allowed to do most of the talking and she wouldn’t become annoyed with him for being a chatterbox. He had proudly boasted to her that he met you in a normal way, at a book shop where you were flipping through volumes of Steinbeck, and Klaus happened to be there hoping to find some solace in a woowoo self-help book. After all of the secrets, the damage, the baggage, and the drama that he had relayed to you, you hadn’t run away. So he was sure now that meeting his family would really, truly not be that bad. At least he knew you could handle some of the more… Interesting members.

“What if they don’t like me?” You ask, nervously trying to smooth down your hair. You had changed three times, Klaus following behind to pick up your discarded garments and contemplate borrowing them for his outfit of the day.

“They’ll like you,” Klaus assures as he takes your fidgeting hand. “Besides, I know for a fact Vanya already likes you. She asks me about you whenever I talk about you to her, so that’s a good sign.” He presses a kiss to each fingertip before sliding his hand into yours. “Now any more fussing, and we’ll be late. And we wouldn’t want that, now would we?”

You can tell Klaus is just as nervous as you are, though. He pretends like he doesn’t care about his family and how they’ll act, but deep down it’s obvious that he does. Revisiting the shit show of the household he grew up in always brings back painful memories for him, and he would rather have this ordeal over sooner rather than later.

The walk over to the Hargreeves household is incredibly long and strangely short at the same time. To say the mansion is huge is an understatement. It’s dark and imposing, certainly making you even more nervous than you were before. Klaus saunters in ahead of you, preparing to intercept any siblings before they can pounce on you.

Allison is the first to greet you both, all smiles and smelling of expensive perfume. “Hi guys!” She pulls her brother into a hug, eliciting a confused glance your way. She’s definitely putting on a normal family act, he thinks to you.

The one that you assume to be Diego emerges from the shadow behind a pillar, eyeing you warily while Klaus is occupied. “So you’re the girl my brother’s dating then, are you?”

“That’s me,” you agree, hoping you sound cool and collected. Klaus told you that Diego would be a bit much, standoffish and intimidating. “Which number are you; 1, 2, or 5?”

“2,” he says curtly.

“Ah, so you’re the one with the knives. When someone has a problem, do you say you’ll take a stab at it? Or are you not that into puns?”

Diego’s hard exterior cracks as he grins. He shakes his head, laughing softly.

At this point Vanya shuffles by, offering you a small wave and a timid smile.

“Well come on in guys! I know Mom made lemonade.” Allison leads you into the sitting room, which is as large and regal as the rest of the house. The atmosphere changes, however, as you notice a giant man sitting on the corner of the couch. Another person, a small boy around the age of 13, has his back to you as he stares at the painting in front of him.

“Luther, Five. Our guests are here.” Allison motions towards you and Klaus.

Five stays silent, pretending to not hear her.

Luther also sits mute, glancing between you, Klaus, and Allison.

Vanya pipes up, attempting to cut some of the tension. “Mom made-”

“-Lemonade, yeah!” Allison perks up at the next possible solution to make the situation less awkward. “Diego, do you remember when we were younger, and Mom made-”

“Let’s cut the awkward small talk, alright Allison?” Diego sinks into a chair opposite you, inspecting one of the many knives on his person.

“Okay,” Allison says, exasperated.

Luther is a bit gruff and awkward, obviously not used to socializing in really any capacity. He just keeps looking between you and Klaus, eyeing your intertwined hands. You wonder if he’s looking for a ring or something.

“Chummy bunch, aren’t we?” Five smirks, finally turning around. “Welcome to the family, dear,” he says with a mock bow to you. He saunters over to the bar, rummaging around with various bottles of what must be incredibly expensive alcohol.

“Five, don’t be rude,” Allison sighs. Her perfect posture wilts a bit under the awkward air in the room.

“Drinks, anyone? At the risk of coming across as crass, I would have to admit I prefer a good martini to a lemonade.” Five smirks, twirling around martini glasses. “Just me? That’s fine. Really, you wouldn’t have noticed I was gone with all that tantalizing banter going on.”

“Five-” Allison starts again, looking apologetically at you.

“Amazing family gathering guys! You can’t even pretend to be normal for five minutes,” Klaus chides bitterly. His hands twitch, gaze flickering back and forth to the bar in the corner. You squeeze his hand in yours, rubbing soothing circles.

“Sorry, it’s just the last time one of our siblings brought their significant other over, they started the end of the world,” Diego deadpans.

“Do you really need to bring that up?” Vanya huffs, eyes shooting daggers at him.

“Fine,” Diego shrugs, turning to Luther. “What about you, big guy? Got anything to say?”

“I- I um…” Luther stutters, unsure. “I’m not the greatest at making conversation anymore. You know, being on the moon for so long and not talking to anyone…” he trails.

“Oh, here we go with the moon again,” Diego huffs, earning an annoyed glance from Luther.

“No, start the fight! The sooner you two go at each other, the sooner we get to leave,” Klaus adds sarcastically.

“Would you like to get a cup of coffee with me in the kitchen?” Allison asks, looking directly at you. You nod, getting up to follow her and leave the boys to their bickering.

“I am so sorry,” Allison says as she hands a mug to you. “I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t usually like this. But, it’s just… It’s not appropriate.”

“It’s okay,” you say, understanding. “Klaus clued me into the dynamic between everyone. It’s just families. I don’t think I’ve ever met one that is actually 100% perfect and functioning before,” you chuckle, earning a giggle from Allison. “I wanted to meet you all though, because you’re important to Klaus. Even though he might not always express it. He really will do anything for you guys, and I really admire that about him.”

“Yeah, Klaus has always had a big heart, ever since he was a kid,” Allison agrees. “Sometimes I feel bad, and I wonder how he would have turned out-- how all of us would have turned out-- if we were able to just grow up together as normal kids instead of as a super unit.”

You shrug. “Powers or not, I love Klaus all the same. I’ll always be there for him, no matter what.”

As if on cue, Klaus saunters in. “Hey, you couple of chatty Kathy’s.” He snakes his arms around your waist, planting a small kiss on your cheek. “Five is starting to get sloshed, so I think that’s our cue to leave.” His exterior is relaxed and nonchalant, but you know him, and he seems stressed. It’s getting hard to resist temptation with all the booze here, he projects into your mind.

“Okay,” you agree. “Wanna get some stuff for dinner on the way home? I can make that pasta that you like.” You give his hand a small squeeze, your way of letting him know you understand. God, is he so glad that you understand.

The two of you slip out with a goodbye from Allison and Vanya, and a watchful glare from Diego.

After the large door has been shut, Allison turns to Diego. He watches the both of you walk away down the street with a small “Hm.”

“What, you don’t like her?” Allison asks.

Diego sighs, his shoulders falling. “No, I do like her. A lot, actually. She seems really good for Klaus. I mean, she managed our shit show pretty well.”

“So what’s the problem then?”

“That’s exactly the problem,” Diego emphasizes. “When has our brother ever dated someone who is sane? Who has their life together? Never! I care about our brother, and I want to see if there’s something up with this girl.”

Allison rolls her eyes. “Klaus is getting better. He’s sober now, for real, and is actually trying hard to move on. Maybe she’s part of that, of him getting better. Not everything about change is bad, Deegs.” She gives her brother’s arm a supportive squeeze.

“Well, I don’t want it to be like another Harold Jenkins scenario.” Diego crosses his arms in front of his chest, his face set. It was clear that dropping the subject wasn’t an option.

Allison sighs, knowing that she should come along to act as damage control when Diego inevitably does something stupid rather than let him go out on a limb himself. “Fine, I’ll help you. But it’ll just be me and you. We’re not getting Five or Luther involved in this. Got it?”

“Luther would just get in the way,” Diego huffs confidently. “Come on, I’ve got a plan.”

Diego’s master plan ended up being to break into your apartment to rummage around.

“I can’t believe we’re doing this again,” Allison complains as she looks through your closet. “She’s got good taste though,” she notes as she passes by a particularly cute skirt.

“There has to be something here,” Diego sighs, flipping through some papers on your desk.

Sighing, Allison crosses her arms and emerges from the closet. “Diego, we’ve been here for an hour, and we haven’t found anything. When we went to Harold’s, we didn’t have to look far to find some incriminating stuff, but here there’s nothing. Do you think that maybe now you believe that she’s a normal person?”

Diego gets cut off by the sound of keys jingling and the door opening. Allison and Diego lock eyes, panicked. Quickly, Diego grabs his sister’s wrist and pulls her into the cramped closet with him.

“Ohmygod, ohmygod,” Allison whispers.

“Shut up,” Diego barks in a hushed tone. “Hopefully we can just ride this out.”

The pair sit in rigid anticipation, trying to make out the muffled conversation between you and Klaus.

“I’m still sorry,” Klaus says, kicking the door shut behind him.

“Klaus, really. It’s okay. I don’t love you any less because of your family. Besides, it really wasn’t that bad,” you chuckle.

Klaus starts to protest, but you cut him off with a kiss.

“Let’s put the debate to rest and start on dinner, yeah?”

Klaus grins at you mischievously, eyeing you. “Well, what if I want dessert before dinner?”

“Oh?” You question, playing along. “We didn’t get dessert Klaus.”

“I’m looking at it,” he says, his voice lowering with lust. He pushes you back against the counter, trapping you in a heated kiss. Not that you minded of course.

Clearing his throat awkwardly, Ben tries to wave down his brother.

“Not now,” Klaus mumbles through gritted teeth, preparing to strip you of your shirt.

“Klaus, I think someone’s in the apartment,” Ben states, trying to look anywhere but the pair of you.

“Fuck,” Klaus sighs, his hands slowing to a still at your waist.

“What’s wrong?” You ask, catching your breath.

“Ben seems to think there’s someone else here,” he says a bit loudly, looking into the slightly ajar bedroom door. It isn’t until now that you remember you shut it before you left for the Hargreeves mansion. “Stay here, I’ll go check it out.” He gives your hand a reassuring squeeze, beelining straight for the closet door.

Opening the door with typical Klaus grandeur, the three Hargreeves stare at each other with wide eyes.

“What the actual fuck, you two?!” Klaus laughs in disbelief, looking between his guilty sister and defiant brother. “Why are you in my girlfriend’s closet? Some kind of secret love affair you’re trying to hide from Luther, or is it that you think you can’t trust her?”

Allison opens her mouth to try to diffuse the situation, but Klaus just shakes his head.

“She checks out, if you were curious,” Diego adds as he walks out. “No Harold Jenkins from what I could find.”

“Do I want to know why your siblings were hiding in my closet, or…?” You trail, looking at all three of them.

“They thought you were shady, that’s all. They couldn’t believe that I could have a normal person in my life that isn’t trying to bring about the end of the world.”

You look between Allison and Diego and shake your head. “Why don’t you guys get out of here and we’ll just forget this all happened. Sound good?”

“Sounds amazing,” Klaus answers for them. “Now I don’t know about you two, but I’m excited to go back to getting my girlfriend in the mood to bang.” He shoos the both of them out the front door without any other comments, finally closing the door and turning back to you. “So, now that we’re alone… Want to pick up where we left off?”

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toonqueen · 3 years

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Duckvember 2020

PART 1 OF 2

Part 2 is Here

Frenemy AND Paramour

This is my Negaverse Gladstone (Grimstone) and Nega Magica in my 87/Comics headcanon. SHELDRAKE is @cataradical 's and he’s a cool jerk. Wheee.

THERE IS CUSSING and dirty things said. It’s the Negaverse that's just what goes down there. PG-13ish?!

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Sheldrake was glad to have a very easy mission this time. It was planned to be the typical “act natural at a party, steal a thing, and then slip out” kind of job. And it was a solo mission; no coworkers to be annoyed with him (and vice versa). To top it off, he was actually invited to this shindig. Well, his paladin sect received the invite, but that meant he didn’t have to sneak in. With everything added up, it was practically a vacation!

What Shel expected to be a boring hunters’ gala was anything but. The leaders of different groups were trying to appeal to a modern, younger crowd. Instead of a stuffy meeting with the typical job fair flair, it was a real, honest to God party. A full bar! And dancers in cages! Sheldrake couldn't help but chuckle at how hard old fogey hunters were trying to get new blood. Crimey.

The paladin went to the bar and ordered a drink. He sat on a stool facing the crowd, keeping an eye out for his target.

"Well, hello there," a sultry voice greeted him. A tall redheaded duck leaned up against the bar beside him. She motioned to the bartender to get his attention. "I'll have what he's having."

Sheldrake wasn't caught off guard by the attractive duck's flirting. Despite his cursed energy that often drove others away or made them immediately dislike him, people that were intentionally and professionally deceptive could overcome it in an attempt to get something they wanted. Lord, it was a test, though.

The lady’s tight red dress and orange wavy locks were clearly up to no good. She was a literal red herring if Shel ever saw one. However, he played it cool.

"First hunter's gala?" He sipped his drink and gave the mystery woman a smile.

"Oh, I've been to a few--none quite like this though. Luckily I dressed for the occasion," she paused like she was turning a knob to up the seduction. She moved around, but kept looking back at Shel. "It would be even more exciting if I had one of those VIP passes I've heard others whisper so much about."

Sheldrake smirked. He knew this overtly sexy duck was trying to weasel her way to being a plus one on a special invite. However, he was curious as to why. "Yeah, it would be great to have one of those. But what is it even for? To join an exclusive party with more go-go dancers in cages?"

The redhead let out a giggle. A high pitched one, as if Sheldrake were just the funniest, most charming guy in the room. "I heard it was for a special auction. A bunch of rare items retrieved and uncovered by different hunters,” she replied. “My, I couldn't afford any of them, but I would love to look. Be some nice arm candy for a kind gentleman."

Sheldrake just chuckled before taking a sip of his drink. The lady hadn't touched hers yet. She watched him, slowly drawing her finger around the rim of the glass with a bewitching glow in her eyes.

Finally, Sheldrake said bluntly, "I'd give your performance a 9 out of 10. It might work on those first year hunters over there.” He waved vaguely to a group of younger bachelor-types chatting and laughing on the dance floor. “However, not quite buyin’ what you’re sellin’.”

The redhead shot them a quick look before turning back to Shel. "But they're not my type," she pouted. She leaned in a bit toward the paladin, and placed her hand over his on the bar. "I’d rather have someone more seasoned who can answer any questions I may have about the artifacts."

"Oh, I see, I see; switching gears, okay, okay. Stroke my ego first, then go for my intellect? If sex doesn't sell, then try brains? Gettin’ any warmer?" Sheldrake downed the rest of his drink in one gulp. "Well, this has been very amusing, and I wish you all the luck. Unfortunately, my VIP pass is just for me and doesn't allow a buddy. Boo dang hoo. Maybe try one of those light paladins in the white capes over to the left. They're way more sociable and have to travel in pairs." He gave another general hand wave… everywhere.

The redhead narrowed her dusky eyes. It was the first time she had shown any annoyance with Shel--ah, there it was, back to normal. The paladin slid off his stool, but before he could stand, the lady pressed her entire body flush against his side, beak in his head feathers..

Sheldrake expected a final desperate plea. Something to the effect of “I really need to see this event for my research,” or “please help me, I lost my own pass and my sect will be furious.”

Instead he got a low, unexpected voice. A familiar one that could be likened to Antonio Birderas' role in “Debate with a Vampire”, except if he were a white peking duck raised in suburbia with a twinge of a farmboy accent.

"Shel, I need to get into that auction to obtain a crucial item," Grimstone's voice whispered clearly out of this petite, curvy redheaded lady’s bill, "you have to give me your pass."

The paladin did not outwardly act surprised. He had 100% picked up the fact this woman was hiding something--more than the obvious. He did not expect, however, that Grimestone would be involved.

Shel hummed shortly. With a coy smile, he slid a hand around the redhead’s waist, whispered, "I didn't know you were so proficient in glamour spells."

"I'm not," Grimstone said, his voice reverting back to that soft, playful feminine tone, "my wife is one of the gentlemen servers."

"Oh, how cute," Sheldrake teased, pulling away from the duck.

"She doesn't like to be… flashy," Grimstone explained, a little defensive, looking over his luscious figure and tight-fitting dress.

"I get it, I get it. Taking one for the team, hm?" the paladin smirked as he sized Grimstone’s disguise up, "give my compliments to the caster, though.” He blew a kiss from his fingertips, as if praising a delicious gourmet meal. “Great job. Succulent, divine, mouthwateringly juicy."

Grimstone scowled, crossing his arms. "Sheldrake, the pass."

"Sorry. I have business here, too," the paladin disagreed, "why don't you try those frat boys I recommended earlier?”

"I’ve already tried. You were my last resort. Trust me, this is for the greater good," Grimstone explained.

Sheldrake put his hand to his chin, pretending he was thinking deeply. Grimstone and him had an interesting work relationship; they’d helped each other on several occasions in the past, but also had been on opposite sides a few times, too. Finally, after much consideration, he said casually, "Yeah, no. I'm sure you'll find another way."

Grimstone’s tiny manicured fingers curled into tight fists. "Is there somewhere private we could discuss this more openly?" he pressed.

"Man, this is a borderline orgy sex party. I'm sure there’s a room we can get for a half an hour," Sheldrake replied, then gave an obnoxious wink.

Grim rolled his eyes. “I don’t have time for this. People have been dipping out to the stairwell to smoke. We’ll talk there,” the disguised warlock suggested.

“Sure. Sure. I take it your high school prom wasn’t that exciting,” Sheldrake taunted.

Grim sighed and nodded to a waiter nearby before taking Sheldrake’s arm in his. “Let’s walk, then. Hopefully no one’s there at the moment,” he said. Despite the voice coming from the redhead being so playful and demure, Sheldrake could tell Grimstone was using his “I'm taking charge of this operation” tone.

Sheldrake would normally roll his eyes when Grim spoke to him so seriously, as if he were one of his many wild rugrats. However, he played along, swaying off side by side with this very attractive lady.

Once outside on the desolate stairwell, Grimstone exhaled heavily. "There is a magical person of interest I’m here to free, and it's of the utmost importance that I do.” He spoke in an unusual voice; neither his normal voice, or his disguise’s. Rather, a unique combination; feminine, but more husky. Kinda cute, actually.

"And you don't think what I'm doing here isn’t important, too?" Sheldrake replied, loosely crossing his arms.

"I really *do not* have time for this Shel. I’m handling a case where a school of children were transformed into inanimate objects, and I need to free this woman known as the Brunswick witch who specializes in these curses and can break it,," Grimstone explained. He glanced cautiously at the stairwell window.

"And I have an out of place artifact from a different universe I need to win--or steal, if I have to. I can't give you my pass," Sheldrake insisted. He was going to add a flirty comment, but quickly saw the short nod Grimstone gave in the window’s direction before looking back at him again.

Sheldrake sighed. "You're really going to fight me in a building full of hunters?” He leaned close, booping his beak against Grimstone’s. “*Really*, my guy?”

"I need the pass, Shel. You leave me no choice," Grimstone lamented, rolling his hands up his arms as if drawing back sleeves. Sheldrake expected a punch, but was instead tackled around the waist like a damn linebacker instead.

Sheldrake would’ve had the wind knocked out of him if he hit the ground like Grim intended. Instead, he wiggled his shoulder and pulled an arm free, grabbing his attacker. With expert ease, Sheldrake pinned Grim down on his back with one knee in a partial straddle.

Brushing loose bangs from his eyes, he looked down to see if Grim had slipped out of his glamour in the brief scuffle. Rather, Grimstone’s disguise was shifting, brows becoming thicker, body filling out, patches of feathers turning black.

Grimstone was trying to copy and transform into Sheldrake.

“Aw,” Sheldrake chortled at the struggling duck, “well, they do say imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.”

Grimstone gave a distinctively annoyed “ugh” before ripping an arm free and grabbing Shel by the throat; however, he didn’t squeeze or attempt to choke him. "And I do often tell you to go fuck yourself."

"That… trying to be a badass line doesn't quite work in your position, buddy," Sheldrake added as he fought to keep Grimstone's hand down.

"I just have to,” Grimstone's voice dipped back down to his own before changing into one eerily similar to Sheldrake’s, "keep you talking."

"Hol-lee shit. Well, the glamour spell might’ve been the missus, but you're totally doing that all on your own. How quaint! I can't believe you've been holding out on me. I thought you told me *all* the tricks you could do," Sheldrake replied. Grimstone went to grab something, anything from Sheldrake’s pocket. “Oh, no, you don't! Don't get handsy with me."

"You didn’t have a problem with it before," Grimstone snarked at the comment. He continued flailing and clawing until Sheldrake eased back to elbow him in the beak. Just enough leverage for the warlock to free his second hand, grip Shel’s shoulder tight.

Grimstone snarled, twisting one of his leg's around Shel's until they switched positions, the paladin now pinned beneath the demonic duck.

"How is it that we're both expertly trained in hand to hand combat, but whenever we fight, it’s like we’re stupid little kids slapping each other on the playground during recess?" Grimstone grunted. He continued searching desperately for some personal item on Sheldrake while also trying to hold the speckled duck down. Shel managed to punch him in the jaw before Grim hooked his arm around Sheldrake's to pin it back above the paladin’s head.

"I just assume,” Sheldrake grunted, arm freed and throttling Grim, "I assume we don't really want to kill each other, so we do all this bullshit ass grabbing--"

The stairwell door abruptly and loudly opened. Both ducks stopped fighting, looking up with eyes comically bugging from their shocked faces.

A paladin recruit in their early twenties stared back at them, blinking. “Um…” he gaped.

Two almost identical dudes, possibly, maybe twins, with one wearing a sexy dress, wrestling on the stairwell.

“Look,” the recruit grumbled, raising a hand, "I'm not judging whatever fetish is going on here, but please do it somewhere more, uh, private? Some of us need to vape.” With a grumble, he left, shutting the door behind him.

"Well, shit," Sheldrake snorted. Grimstone sighed. The two relaxed and unwound, sitting side by side.

"We need to solve this. Now," Grimstone said firmly. Sheldrake watched as he stood, offering his hand to help the paladin up. "I don’t want to fight you, but I need to save those children."

Shel blinked then finally conceded with a big, exaggerated sigh. "Okay, okay.” He took Grim’s hand. “... Actually... I think I have an idea."

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The third floor of the hotel was unsettlingly quiet. There was a low murmur of voices coming from the auction room, barely audible outside the door.

"Grim! Grim!" the blonde duck whispered harshly as she walked up to Sheldrake. The male server uniform Magica wore was baggy when she was out of glamour. She fixed the bun in her hair as she said, "You have to be careful. I overheard a few disturbing things about the auction… I'm worried some of the items could hurt you. Maybe… maybe I should go instead."

"It's fine, it's fine. I know what I'm doing. Besides, I'm the only one who could get his voice right,” Sheldrake--Grimstone--replied. He smirked, a slight leer on his beak. “But how about a kiss for good luck anyway?"

Magica glanced around the hallway; with the coast clear, she leaned in to peck the corner of Grimstone’s beak. "Please, please, please do be careful," she pleaded.

Magica turned to leave, then stopped; turned back around quickly. She took Grimstone’s face in her hands and pulled him into a deep kiss. He could feel her tongue shyly stroke his for a second, hands affectionately squeezing his cheeks, caressing the corners of his beak.

The light witch broke the kiss when she heard a noise from down the hall. Luckily, they were still alone.

"I'm getting this foreboding feeling off you, Grim,” Magica said dubiously, “you sure you're full up on luck?" She let his face go and stepped back, slipping into the form of a masculine Borzoi waiter.

The “paladin” restrained an amused grin. "Really, I'm fine,” he reassured. “You do your job, and I'll do mine.” He winked, then entered the ballroom.

Magica took the stairwell at the end of the hall to the lobby downstairs, only to be greeted by Grimstone a second later. She looked up, eyes wide; it was Grimstone’s voice, undeniably, but he was still disguised as Sheldrake.

"Love, there’s been a change in plans," Grim stated.

With a blink and *poof*, Magica changed back to her normal form. "Who... what...? I thought I just spoke to you a second… You were that paladin, but... How?" She squeezed Grimstone’s shoulders, scanning his eyes and face closely.

"I’m disguised as the paladin I told you about, yes. He’s agreed to help us; we need to wait by the fire escape in case he needs emergency back-up should anything go wrong," Grimstone explained.

Slowly, color drained from Magica’s beak.

“What is it?” Grimstone asked, concerned.

"N-Nothing!” Magic squawked. How could she have been so easily deceived-- “I'll explain later. Let's go help your friend." She quickly disguised both herself and Grimstone as canine servers. "We'll just… act like we’re taking a smoke break in the back."

"Good, I was thinking the same.” Grimstone frowned and looked away. “And he's not my friend…” he trailed off.

"But we can trust him to help us, right?" Magica asked in her own voice.

"Eh, we can trust him, but not *trust* him," Grimstone said vaguely, “if you get what I mean.”

Magica rubbed her temples. "We're leaving this mission to a paladin *you don't fully trust*?"

"Oh, I don't know. I seem to remember doing the same thing a long time ago, and that worked out just fine," Grim said with a half smile, squeezing Magica’s shoulder.

"That's different! I was a lightbearer. I--" Magica was interrupted by the opening of a stairwell door above them.

Grim took Magica by the arm. "Let's go take that smoke break," he said quietly, guiding her down the hall.

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#duckvember #duckvember 2020 #magica de spell #gladstone gander #magicstone #negaverse #morgana macawber #sheldrake

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youngbloodlisk · 3 years

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Moonlight Boy // Merman Kevin AU

Part 2: Discovery & Confrontation

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Kevin wakes up with a big stretch, right as Jacob leaves the bathroom.

Jacob, with a towel wrapped around his waist, rubs his hair with a smaller towel and notices his friend waking up.

"Hey, how was yesterday's exploring?"

Kevin can think of many words to describe it.

Insane, weird, terrifying, beautiful...

"Interesting." Kevin mumbles out with a deep morning voice.

"And tiring, apparently. I assumed you'd wake me up to tell me all about it and show me what you found."

"Not this time. I could barely keep my eyes open once I hit the bed. I didn't even change. I'm still in yesterday's clothes."

"Well, you better get up and hit the shower, since you didn't last night."

"You're right. You just got out?"

"Yeah, bathroom's all yours."

Kevin throws a thumbs up into the air and rubs his face to assist the process of waking up.

His body feels sore. It reminds him of growing pains from when he went through puberty...

The kind of pain you feel when your body is going through a change that it isn't used to.

He assumes he's just sore...

Eventually, after far too long, Kevin drags himself out of bed and trudges to the bathroom.

Mostly because he really needs to relieve himself, so that comes first. He then turns on the bathtub faucet and pulls the tab to make the shower turn on.

He takes off his clothes, which absolutely reek for some reason. The strange, almost crunchy feeling makes sense. They were soaked in salt water and then air dried. But why do the clothes have to smell so bad?

That island gets weirder and weirder by the minute.

Fully naked and feeling thoroughly dirty and disgusting, Kevin steps into the shower. The water flows down his body and he sighs at the comfortable feeling of the warm water. He closes his eyes, deciding to just stand there for a moment, enjoying the water.

Around ten seconds, however, and Kevin starts to sway back and forth.

Not by his own will, mind you. This is happening without him doing anything.

He feels an insane rush through his entire body, feeling as if the breath has been knocked out of him.

Before he can process anything that's happening, he sees a blue flash in front of his face and he's tumbling over. Kevin grabs onto the shower curtain, which only drags it down with him, before he hits the floor hard and the curtain rod gives a loud crash.

Kevin groans and tries to move his legs to stand up, but he can't.

In fact, he realizes, he can't even feel his legs at all.

The look on Kevin's face is absolutely priceless when he turns and looks behind him.

Where his legs should be, all he sees is a long, blue tail.

Such a thing like you only see in movies and those fake "Mermaids Are Real!!!" videos online.

(Although, Kevin is suddenly questioning just how fake those online videos actually are...)

"Kevin! Are you okay?" Jacob's voice snatches Kevin's attention away from the strange new development. "Did you fall? Are you hurt? Do you need help?"

"I'm fine, Cob. I fell over, I'm okay. I just... might be a while..."

"Might be a while? What does that mean...? Do you need help? I'm coming in, okay?" Kevin instantly realizes in hindsight that even though "it's just Jacob", he definitely should have locked the door. His heart drops as the door handle turns.

"No! Don't come in!" Kevin yells with urgency, which only worries his friend more.

"Why not? I've seen you naked before, Kevin. Are you hurt?"

"I'm not hurt, just leave me alone! I'm fine!"

Jacob is absolutely not buying it, but he decides against an argument.

"If you say so. If you need help, just yell for me!"

Kevin sighs with relief.

He has to gather his thoughts before he can deal with anyone else's.

First question: how the hell is he supposed to get rid of this thing?

Is he stuck like this?

Newsflash, it's pretty hard to dance their choreography onstage without legs.

Water activated it. Maybe no water will make it go away. He just needs to get dry.

Easier said than done when half of the tail is still under the running water and he can't reach the faucet to turn it off.

He props himself up onto his elbows and starts to crawl, in an effort to at least get into a position where he might eventually dry off.

Kevin flips himself over and finally gets a better look.

What the hell...

He's a fish...

He's... a fish...

What the HELL...

Deal with the how and the why later. Just get rid of it.

Kevin looks around for a towel... and, of course, they're all on the other side of the bathroom.

He does, however, spot the hairdryer. It's sitting on the counter, plugged up, and the cord is hanging low enough that he's able to pull it down.

It hits him pretty hard in the chest when it falls off the counter, but he really doesn't care.

He cranks it up to the highest setting and starts trying to evaporate the water.

Jacob is getting far more suspicious now.

First the crash, the water is still running, he heard Kevin grunting, and now the hairdryer is on?

"Kevin? What are you doing?"

"Nothing! I'll be out in a few minutes!"

It takes a lot longer than a few minutes, but eventually the hairdryer has done it's job.

Another flash of blue covers Kevin's vision, and his body feels a quick tingling rush again.

"Oh thank goodness." Kevin clutches his chest when he sees his legs reappear.

Finally, something normal and familiar.

He notices that he feels as if he's just taken a full shower. Smelling himself, he smells clean.

Thoughts fill his mind...

Why did this happen?

Why him?

What does this mean? Every time he touches water, he becomes a fish boy?

How did this happen?

How is this even possible?

He's read about mermaids and mermen in fairytales but seeing that stuff in person... it's terrifying.

Should he tell anyone?

Should he tell Jacob?

Kevin knows he can trust Jacob with anything, and Jacob will be willing to help him try to figure this out.

Telling Jacob seems like an okay idea.

Kevin stands up and grabs a towel to wrap around his waist.

He doesn't even pick up his clothes before he leaves the bathroom.

He gets dressed while he tries to work out a way to tell his best friend that he's a... merman...

Wow, that's such a weird word when it's you...

As Kevin plays through different scenarios in his mind, he can't decide on one that seems like it would 100% go over well.

Not yet, at least...

He starts to think that maybe he needs to figure this out on his own before he tries to tell anybody.

"Kevin? You okay?" Jacob snaps Kevin out of the spaced out trance he didn't even realize he was in.

"Hm? Yeah, I'm good. Time to go?"

"Yeah, everyone's waiting downstairs."

The day consists of final rehearsals for the concert taking place that night.

Stage placements, equipment checking, full run through, first soundcheck, the like.

Kevin leans against an equipment container after they've gone through their setlist for the second time.

Sweat is practically dripping off of him and his breathing is heavy.

"Kevin!" Eric calls out, tossing a cold water bottle at the boy when he looks up.

Kevin thoughtlessly catches it, but the moment he feels it covered in water from the cooler, he drops it and grabs the towel nearby (which was meant to be used to wipe off sweat).

He doesn't know if anything will happen, but he's certainly not in the mood to take a chance. He dries his hands off as fast as possible.

Kevin definitely doesn't miss the strange look his youngest member is giving him, having watched the whole thing happen.

"Okay, guys!" The Boyz's manager claps his hands loudly to catch all 11 members' attention. "Lighting and graphics need some time to work on last minute stuff, so your break time is gonna start earlier than expected. The car will take you wherever you want, just make sure you have a way to get back to the venue by 3pm. Go."

Kevin picks up the water bottle with that same towel and, once checking that it's still sealed, returns it to the cooler. Very carefully, of course, making sure to keep his hands from touching any ice or water.

Everyone piles into the car, far too small to actually fit all eleven boys plus staff members... but they squeeze in nonetheless.

Kevin isn't quite sure where he's going, but he knows he's gonna join Jacob wherever Jacob decided to go.

Which ends up being a juice bar, to which Changmin decides to tag along.

"What can I get you guys?" A blonde girl with a straight ponytail, a pastel patterned shirt, and a notepad walks up their table.

"Umm... I'll get a cola. Q, what do you want?" Changmin points to the extremely over-complicated smoothie title on the menu for Jacob to read aloud for him, not feeling quite confident enough to attempt it himself. To be fair, Jacob isn't totally sure he said it right either.

"Alright, and for you?" The waitress turns towards Kevin, and Kevin notices that she tenses slightly when he looks up at her.

"I'll have a Banana Beatbox."

"Good choice, that's my favorite. I'll have those right out for you."

Jacob kindly thanks her as she turns and leaves.

The three boys make small talk of their own type, and the waitress soon returns with the drinks. Kevin looks to her name tag and finds out her name.

Emma.

"You three aren't from around here, are you?" She asks, setting down the drinks.

"Ah, yeah. I'm sure the accent gave it away." Kevin smiles. "We're actually from South Korea."

"Wow! I've heard people say they're visiting from America, England, Canada, and Spain before, but I've never heard South Korea. How long will you guys be in town?"

Kevin can't get past the strange look she has on her face. She keeps glancing at him...

Once Emma's question is answered, she wishes them well on their trip and tells them to enjoy their drinks before leaving again.

What Kevin doesn't know is the conversation taking place only a couple tables away, between three girls and a boy. One of those girls being Emma.

"What are we supposed to do? We know it's him, we know he isn't gonna be here long, but we don't know if anything... actually happened to him."

"Of course something happened." The curly blonde girl shakes her head in response to the brunette girl. "We left the moon pool right before the moon started rising, and there was no shoe at the bottom of the pool then. We went back right after the moon was gone and suddenly there's a shoe in the pool and a driver's license with his face on it near the land entrance. He has to have powers."

"Fine, Rikki, if you're so sure..." Emma chimes in. "You talk to him."

"She can't just walk up to him and say she needs to talk to- oh, okay, maybe she can."

Rikki takes long strides, walking right up to the table.

"You." She stares Kevin straight in the face.

"Me?"

"Come with me."

"Why?"

"That's what I need to find out." She takes his drink out of his hand and puts it on the table, taking his hand and pulling him out of his seat.

"Rikki, I was joking." The boy says.

"Lewis, I wasn't."

Kevin is thoroughly confused as he's dragged into the back room by this Rikki girl, being followed by her friends.

Once they're all inside with the door closed and being held shut by one of the girls, Rikki says nothing. She simply takes a drink out of the hand of one of her friends and pours it on Kevin's arm.

"Rikki!"

The exclamatory nature of the scolding from Rikki's friends perfectly match Kevin's internal panic as he tries desperately to find something around him that he can dry his arm with (to no avail).

"Well, what did you expect me to do?"

"Maybe start with a simple... did you go to Mako Island last night?"

"That's not how I work. He easily could have lied! He can't lie about this!"

"You better catch him then."

"Then I'll be on the floor too, do you want that?"

Kevin feels that same rush he felt that morning. The still unfamiliar tingling feeling, and the blue flash in front of his face. He feels himself wobbling and falling.

The suspicions of these four strangers are confirmed with the loud smack of Kevin's body hitting the floor.

"Okay... what do you want from me? How did you know that was gonna happen?" Kevin's panic only grows, realizing that now four people know about this, but they somehow knew about it already.

"Are you Kevin Moon?"

"What's it to you?" Kevin is thinking the less information he gives these strange people, the better.

"Do you wanna dry off or not? Answer the question." It's clear that Rikki is quite a hothead.

"Rikki, he might be able to dry himself." The brunette comments.

"If he could, he would have. Or... if he knew he could... what's your power, Kevin?" Rikki directs yet another question to him.

"Power? What the hell are you talking about?" Kevin is desperate for answers and a normal body, hoping these people can give him at least one of the two. Preferably both.

"Dry the poor guy." The brunette says with a sympathetic tone, almost seeming to pity Kevin.

"Cleo, we're trying to get answers here-"

"So is he." Cleo gives Rikki a look, and Rikki sighs.

She extends her hand out, slowly curling her fingers. Kevin lets out a started noise when he feels his body begin to heat up.

Fast.

It's only a matter of seconds before he feels a rush and is able to stand up.

He backs up as far away from these people as possible.

"What do you want from me?"

"We wanna help you." Cleo holds a genuine look and tone.

"How would you be able to help me?"

"We can answer questions, give you insight as to what's happened to you." Emma takes a step forward.

Kevin simply gives them a totally confused look, and Rikki rolls her eyes.

"Us three are mermaids, you're a merman, it's not rocket science."

Kevin takes a minute to let it sink in.

He's a merman. An actual, real life merman...

"You mentioned Mako... this is because of that weird pool isn't it?"

They nod in response and Lewis pipes up with a very good point.

"We should go somewhere we can really talk. It won't be long before people get suspicious about us being in here."

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moonlit-jeno · 5 years

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Love Sick

Chapter 1- Renjun

pairing: nct dream ‘00 line + reader

genre/warnings: zombie!au, fluff, eventual smut, angst. some graphic violence/ gore

words: 2k

summary:

“Don’t stop for anything.” Jaemin directs, nervously wringing his hands in his lap. “Red lights, pedestrians, I don’t care. Just fucking drive.”

Jeno shoots him a look. “What? Jaemin, what the fuck are you talking about?” “We need to get out of the city. Drive north, south, whatever the fuck direction you want. We just can’t be in the fucking city.”

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In all twelve years of knowing them, Renjun has never been grocery shopping with his friends. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he thinks he should’ve kept it that way. Because none of them actually know how to cook, so even after they decide what they want for dinner, they have no idea what ingredients to grab. Their cart ends up with mainly packaged foods. Jaemin looks distraught, his idea of cooking entirely from scratch discarded completely. Jeno pats his shoulder while Donghyuck swings himself into the cart, looking up at Jaemin with an innocent smile and the demand of “push me.” Jeno just snorts, lifting the guy up by his armpits.

Renjun picks up a bag of tortillas and hits Hyuck with them. “Ugh, you just squashed like, half of our food.” The aisle they found them on is on the other side of the store and Renjun doesn’t feel like walking that far, so he just drops them back into their cart with a frown.

Donghyuck doesn’t apologize, instead loudly exclaiming that he wants cake and dragging them after him. Jaemin says something about going to find pineapple juice, but the rest of the boys are too preoccupied with the rows of cake mixes to respond. Hyuck picks up a box of triple chocolate fudge at the same time Jeno picks up a box of vanilla. War ensues. There’s some shouting in the background as well, and Renjun snorts at the fitting background track.

Jeno and Donghyuck are still bitching about which cake flavor they should choose when Jaemin comes rushing into the aisle, mouth drawn in a hard line. He bumps shoulders with someone so hard that they go flying into the frosting cans, but he doesn’t even flinch. Strange, considering Jaemin will apologize to a chair if he so much as kicks it.

“Hyuck, throw that shit in the cart. We gotta go.” Jaemin dumps his arm full of groceries- Renjun spies a can of peas, weird considering he’d gone for juice- before grabbing the cart, throwing an impatient glance at the group when none of them move. “Now, Hyuck.”

“Jaem, what’s going on? Why you in such a rush?” He doesn’t answer, bypassing the check out entirely. “Jaemin, what the fuck are you doing?” Renjun urges, about to grab the guy by his shoulders. There’s a loud crash behind him, panicked screams following, and he shuts his mouth and figures Jaemin knows something they don’t. Donghyuck grabs a handful a granola bars from the bin at the entrance. Jeno has his hands in his hair.

Because this is not normal behavior for Jaemin. This isn’t normal behavior for any of them. None of them have ever even skipped school, let alone stolen anything. But the boy looks so grave, doesn’t even flinch when he walks out with a cartful of stolen groceries, that Renjun figures there has to be some reason for it. “I’ll explain later. Jeno, go start the car.” Jeno fumbles for his keys, running ahead at the look Jaemin gives him. The youngest has them all panicked, and they’re all close enough that they trust each other without a doubt. The trunk of the car opens, Jeno flying into the front seat and starting the engine, throwing it into reverse.

“Give me a hand.” Jaemin says, throwing all the shit into the back with little care. It’s a mess- they hadn’t gone to checkout to get their stuff bagged, and they didn’t really take the time to put their groceries in the reusable bags Donghyuck’s mom had given them. The last couple cans are thrown in before Jaemin’s slamming the trunk shut and shoving the cart so that it goes flying out of their way. He sprints into the car and Renjun shares a look with Hyuck before they follow suit. Jeno’s backing out before they even have the doors shut.

“Don’t stop for anything.” Jaemin directs, nervously wringing his hands in his lap. “Red lights, pedestrians, I don’t care. Just fucking drive.”

Jeno, despite his bond with the other, is not about to listen to his request of performing a hit and run. “What? Jaemin, what the fuck are you talking about.” “We need to get out of the city. Drive north, south, whatever the fuck direction you want. We just can’t be in the fucking city.” This is an issue for many reasons. The first being that they all live in the city.

Hyuck looks distressed, and he throws a wide eyed look at Renjun. He doesn’t know what to do, just throws an arm around the other boy in an act of comfort. Honestly, Renjun has no more of an idea about what’s happening than Hyuck does.

“No, what the fuck? I don’t know what’s going on with you, but you need to tell us why you’re flipping out.” Jeno sounds beyond panicked, an awful state to drive in. He runs a red light on accident and swerves around two people who are fighting in the middle of the road. Someone honks. Hyuck squeaks a little. Renjun grips onto him harder and pretends it’s solely for the other’s comfort.

“I said I would tell you later. Right now, I’m telling you to fucking drive.” Jaemin snaps, and Jaemin never snaps, especially not at Jeno. It’s enough to have the elder closing his mouth, returning his focus to the road.

“We’ll go south.” Jeno mumbles, mainly to himself. He puts his left turn signal on, cutting over three lanes at once to get to the freeway entrance.

Jaemin stops him. “Take the back roads. We’re not going to make it if we get into traffic.” And, okay, that’s a very concerning thing to say. Not that all of this isn’t concerning.

They’re all thinking the same thing: make it where? Renjun hates that his mind shoots to ‘make it out alive’ because obviously nothing that serious can be happening. But he doesn’t speak up to ask, because Jaemin has made it very clear that he is not telling them anything yet.

Jeno, for the most part, is a good driver. Renjun attributes it to that fact that they even survive what happens next.

It’s quiet in the car except for the directions Jaemin is giving, no music playing because the radio has decided to only play static. Donghyuck has pulled Renjun halfway into his lap, nuzzling his face into the crown of his hair and cuddling him like a teddy bear. Renjun stares out the window, frowning at how awful the roads are. It’s normally not great, but today seems especially bad.

Jeno swears as people start running across the street, right in front of his car. He manages to avoid them without stopping the car, as per Jaemin’s instructions, but that’s made a little difficult when someone runs in front of the car and then stops. Jeno curses, but Jaemin reminds him to keep driving.

The guy turns to stare at them, and it’s then that Renjun realizes he’s not standing still. He’s moving towards them, sprinting at full speed towards their car. Renjun leans forward a little, squinting at how strangely the guy seems to move. His movements are jerky, arms bent into weird positions, one knee staying completely straight while his ankle seems bent at a ninety degree angle. He looks at Donghyuck to make sure that he’s not imagining it, but the boy has his eyes squeezed shut. Jeno looks like he’s going to be sick. His foot stays on the gas.

They don’t exactly hit the man. Rather, he hits them.

It’s with an inhuman leap that the guy collides with the car, somehow managing to find purchase on the metal. They all scream, Jeno yelling out every curse he knows as the man starts to bash his head into the windshield. Blood splatters onto the glass, but he keeps going, not faltering even as Renjun knows that he should be long dead. Bile rises in his throat when the man’s forehead dents in, something a little thicker than blood spilling out. Renjun refuses to admit what it is.

Renjun can’t take the sight anymore and turns his head to the side, gazing out the window. He watches as a car drives completely perpendicular to the traffic, headlights shining directly into his eyes. It takes a moment for him to register that something is disastrously incorrect. “Shit. Jeno, watch out!”

Jeno looks over in alarm, a shout leaving him as he slams his foot onto the gas, swerving around two cars and then driving directly over the center divider. Highly illegal, but it sends the man flying off the windshield. Renjun looks behind him in time to see the car crash with the car that was directly behind them, and tears sting his eyes as he realizes that could’ve been them.

Another several questionable stunts are pulled, but then they’re out of the city traffic, speeding through the narrow roads that lead to the outskirts. There’s a red tinge to the windshield, even though Jeno tries to get rid of it with the windshield wipers.

“How much gas do we have?” It’s the first time anyone’s spoken since that… whatever it was happened.

“Almost a full tank.” Jeno answers, voice shaky. He hasn’t slowed down since they’d gotten out of traffic, the speedometer never showing a number under 100. Renjun thinks that they should switch drivers but he’s too scared to stop the car.

Jaemin hums. “Okay. We’ll drive until we get to a quarter tank, then we should stop for gas and maybe try to find shelter.” The rest of the boys all agree. It’s quiet again, and then Donghyuck’s speaking up.

“Mind telling us what the fuck is going on?”

“I don’t know.” Jaemin sighs, sagging against the seat. “I wish I did, but I have no idea. All I know is that I was grabbing juice, and then some girl started spasming on the ground. Her limbs were all twisted in different directions, and the way she moved-” He trails off, shuddering. “Some guy was trying to give her CPR and she just started, like, eating him or some shit, I don’t- I don’t fucking know.” His voice is sounding more and more panicked, words coming out faster. Jeno reaches over to pat his thigh.

Donghyuck’s voice is quiet when he speaks next. “E-eating him? Like a...” He doesn’t finish, doesn’t want to say the word that’s so ridiculous, yet apparently so logical.

“Zombie? Yeah. Bit his nose clean off, went for the rest of his face. And then he started spasming and I just- I knew we needed to get the fuck out of there.” Renjun’s brain is going a million miles an hour. “And the country is less populated than the city. That’s why we’re driving out here.” Jaemin nods. “Smart.” “Sorry I didn’t tell you earlier. I figured it would be worse if we were all panicking.” Jeno shakes his head, looking over to give him a consoling smile before lifting his hand to stroke Jaemin’s hair. “You did the right thing.” They don’t speak after that. Renjun knows they’re all wondering the same things: what happens next, where they’re going to go. If their families are okay, if they’re even alive right now.

Renjun doesn’t know what comes next, but he also knows that he doesn’t want to think about it. He turns himself over in Hyuck’s lap, rests his face in the crook of his neck. There’s no tears- Renjun doesn’t let himself cry just yet- but he squeezes his eyes shut and prays for the first time in years.

#nct #nct dream #nct fic #nct dream fic #00 line #nct 00 line #nct angst #nct scenario #nct dream imagines #nct dream x reader #nct imagines #nct x reader #nct dream angst

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cherrybracelets · 5 years

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bad guy [b. hargrove x reader]

song inspo | masterlist

word count: 2k / warnings: literally just 100% dirty smut. oral receiving m&f, alcohol mention

an: hope y’all like this fuckin FILTHY billy smut in my universe where billy is alive and redeemed and perfectly ok (send requests) also don’t lie to me and tell me u haven’t thought about fuckin billy to this song bc it’s all i think about every time i hear it

It wasn't the typical place you would find yourself on a Friday night. You weren't really in to the whole bar scene, especially grungy bars like this one. But your friend had dragged you along after a bad breakup, and you knew she needed you by her side tonight, to avoid going home with some trashy guy. A trashy guy exactly like him...

He was doused in cologne and hair gel, chain smoking cigarettes and chugging beer like it was nothing. His ab muscles showed clearly through his shirt, and his tight jeans clearly illuminated a large bulge. He was what every mom told their daughters to stay away from, the epitome of bad boy. And he was looking directly at you. In fact, he couldn't take his eyes off you. And something inside of you made you scream for him to come over, wrap his large arms around your waist and take you home.

You took another large sip of whatever fruity drink you ordered this time, and turned your gaze away from him. He wasn't good for you, you had to keep telling yourself that. Don't look at him... don't think about his lips trailing up and down your body, nibbling your skin, his tongue touching your center lightly enough to make you squirm. Fuck... don't think about that.

You turned to your friend, who was taking shots with a dorky looking guy you knew from high school. Well, you thought, at least you don't have to worry about her going home with someone bad. You tried to get attention, hoping she could distract you from the walking sex machine lurking behind you, but she just brushed you off, going back to conversation with her new boy. You rolled your eyes, and decided it best to leave, not wanting to interrupt her love affair any longer.

"Are you leaving?" A tender voice asked behind you. You turned around to see him, standing only a foot from you, the smell of musk and leather filling your body.

"Yeah, not much for me here," you responded, shifting your body away from his, worried you would subconsciously move yourself closer.

"Well, I wouldn't say that," he teased, moving closer to you, heat radiating from his body. "Let me buy you a drink." He smiled nicely, showing off a near perfect grin. You could imagine how nice that smile would look while you had his cock in your mouth.

"I guess one drink wouldn't hurt." You sat back down on the bar stool, your knees now touching his upper thighs. You quickly moved away from him, a shiver going down your spine during the second your skin was touching.

"I'm Billy, it's wonderful to meet such a beautiful girl in a place like this... doesn't happen a lot." He sat next to you, and waved over the bartender.

"I doubt you have a hard time finding beautiful women..." you laughed, eyeing him up and down. You stopped momentarily at his bulge, and then again at his lips.

"What makes you say that?" He shifted in his seat, and put his arm on your knee. You felt your flesh turn to goosebumps at his touch, and your heart rate increased a bit. You didn't want him to stop touching you, you wanted him to move his hand upward and touch you where you needed it. Where you knew he could make you feel something.

"My name is (Y/N), by the way. Thank you for the drink," you managed to get out, your voice shaky from lust.

"It's very nice to meet you, (Y/N)." Billy smiled at you, and winked. He turned away from you to take a swig of beer, and his hand left your knee. You felt upset, almost like you should've reached out to grab it and put it back. His hands belonged on your body. You frowned at him, and turned away to take a sip of your drink.

"So, what do you do?" He asked, leaning back in his chair and folding his hands.

"This is all a bullshit act, right?" You asked, ignoring whatever pointless question he just asked you.

"What do you mean?" He asked, laughing and shifting uncomfortably in his chair.

"Everything you're doing right now... buying me a drink, acting like a nice guy... it's all an act so you can take me home and fuck me, right?" You leaned back in your chair and looked at him seriously.

"I... well, I uh..." he stammered, looking at the floor and rubbing his neck.

"You don't have to pretend with me, Billy. We don't have to play this game... I want you to take me home," you whispered, placing a hand on his thigh, and inching closer to him.

"Are you serious?" He asked, eyes meeting yours and mouth slightly open.

"I am..."

Billy stood up and took your hand, motioning for him to follow you. You stood up as well, and moved quickly through the crowd of bar patrons, still holding tightly to Billys hand. You walked behind him out the door, and to a car that definitely fit his trope. You giggled a bit, thinking about the bad guy you were about to fuck senseless, and he looked up at you, worried.

"What's wrong?" He asked, about to climb in his drivers seat.

"Nothing, let's go," you urged, sitting in his passenger seat, slamming the door. He followed suit, closing the door quickly and turning on his car. He drove quickly, maybe a bit too quick for your liking, but there was a thrill growing inside of you that you couldn't tame. You felt like yelling out the window, letting the wind and night air flow through you, the smell of summertime fill you.

You moved around in your seat, almost losing patience with how long it was taking you to get wherever you were going. You looked over at Billy, who had his eyes focused on the road, and smiled. You bit your lip, and reached a hand over to his leg. You placed it on his upper thigh, just close enough to really tease him. He looked over at you, shaking his head, and stepped down on the gas pedal a little harder.

When you pulled up to his house, he turned the car off quickly and got out, not saying a word. You were both on a mission, and neither of you had time for talking. You got out of the car swiftly and followed him, catching up quickly as he went to open the door. As soon as he got you inside, he pushed your body against the door and kissed you deeply. He was quick and desperate about it, moving his lips sloppily around yours, biting your bottom lip in frustration. His body was grinding into yours, his muscles pushing back against your skin. His hands traveled down to your ass, and he squeezed it tightly, before letting go and rubbing the cheeks slightly.

"Follow me," he whispered into your ear, hands moving slowly away from your body. You nodded, and did as you were told, following him into a bedroom. When you both got in and the door was closed, he quickly took off his shirt. You looked him over and let out a small moan, not at all surprised by his near perfect body. You flopped down on the bed, kicking your shoes off and ripping your shirt over your head.

Billy climbed on top of you and pushed his body into yours, kissing your neck. His hands found their way to your breasts, and he played with your nipples lightly, enough to make it tickle a bit. You moved your body around under his, trying to get him to go harder. He got the message, and moved his mouth down to one of your nipples. He kissed it for a few seconds, before biting lightly, making you squeal. You both giggled a bit as he started to undo his belt. You shifted under him and took off your shorts, revealing yourself to be soaked in anticipation.

Billy noticed how wet you were, and started lightly rubbing at your center. You threw your head back in pleasure, him moving in perfect rhythm. He slipped a finger inside of you, slowly pumping in and out. You moved your hips towards him, and told him you wanted more. He nodded, and slipped another finger inside of you. This time he started pumping faster, and moved his lips down to your clit, licking it lightly and slowly. The combination of pleasures made you cum quickly, and Billy bit his lip when you screamed his name, the sound of you telling him how good he is making him even harder.

He took his fingers out of you and licked them, before slowly pumping his cock. You sat up and shoved Billy down flat, and took over pumping for him. You moved your mouth down over his tip and kissed it slightly, before taking just the top in your mouth. He groaned, putting a hand on the back of your head and pushing your mouth deeper into him. You gagged a bit, not being used to his size.

"That's fucking hot," he moaned, shoving your head down again. He let go of your head, and you started rhythmically sucking him. After a few minutes, you let go of him in your mouth and sat up.

"Do you have a condom?" You asked.

"Drawer," he motioned, and you reached over and pulled one out. You helped him put it on, and moved your body so that you were now hovering over his lap. He held onto himself, positioning his tip into you, and you slid down slowly on him. You both let out low moans, and you put your hands on his chest. You started moving yourself up and down, getting adjusted to his size. Billy wrapped his fingers in your hair for grip, and put the other hand on your hip, helping you move. You started bouncing on him faster, loving the feeling of him inside of you.

"Fuck, keep doing that. I love watching you on top of me," he whispered, biting down on his lip and watching your tits bounce with each movement. You kept going, and picked up your speed a bit, knowing you were only minutes from making him cum.

"I guess the bad boy likes it when his girls take control, huh?" You asked, winking at him.

"Only you, baby," he responded, eyes glued to your body. He moved your face closer to his, and started kissing you again. He was even more reckless this time, trying his best to keep his cool. His tongue slipped in and out of your mouth, his hands now firmly on your waist, moving himself quicker and deeper in you. His body started moving a little more randomly, and you knew he was almost there. You broke the kiss and leaned back, yelling his name.

"Fuck yes, (Y/N)..." Billy threw his head back and came, taking a deep breath as he finished. He pulled out of you, slowly, still coming down from his high. He took the condom off and discarded it, laying back in the bed and catching his breath. A flirty smile grew over his face, and he sat up quickly.

"What are you doing?" You asked.

"Now it's my turn to show you what it's like when I'm in control. Turn around, baby. Ass up," he said, winking at you and reaching into his drawer for another condom.

#stranger things #stranger things 3 #st3 #billy hargrove #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove smut #dacre montgomery #taylorwrites

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bestillmyslashyheart · 4 years

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My contribution to the RNM Remix was a role reversal of @caitlesshea‘s The Way You Wore because clothes sharing is 100% a thing malex does and there aren’t enough fics of it (you should totally go read hers first because its amazing and she’s amazing)

Contrary to popular belief, Michael could be subtle. He stole Alex’s clothes all of the time but Alex could never prove it. His clothes always disappeared when he was moving or when there were other people around to blame and Michael never wore them when Alex was around.

Alex, on the other hand, was anything but subtle. One might even call him shameless.

“Is that my shirt?” Michael’s voice was still groggy from sleep.

“No,” Alex lied blatantly, not even bothering to look down at the UFO Emporium logo on his chest. He’d given it to Michael after he’d quit his job there and he knew for a fact that the other boy slept in it all of the time. Except last night when neither one of them had bothered with a shirt at all.

“Looks like my shirt,” Michael commented as he shifted in the bed. Alex glanced over to see him with his head hanging half off the bed in order to get a good look at where Alex stood in the tiny kitchen.

“You need your eyes checked,” Alex remarked idly as he reached into the overhead cabinet for the granola bars he’d stashed there during his last visit. Michael let out a strangled groan as the shirt rode up.

“That’s just cheating.” Alex hummed, thankful Michael couldn’t see his face and so he didn’t have to hide his grin. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to even if he tried. “Come back here.”

“I’m hungry.”

“Eat later. Come here.” Out of the corner of his eye Alex saw Michael’s hand outstretched, his fingers squeezing shut as he grabbed at the air. “You can’t just stand there in my shirt and nothing else and expect me to wait for you to eat.”

Alex paused and glanced over his shoulder. “But you expect me to come to you?”

The ensuing silence last maybe half a breath before Alex heard the blanket get tossed aside and Michael’s feet hit the floor. A second later Michael crowded him from behind, his fingers dipping under the hem of the shirt to grasp at Alex’s bare hips. “You’re a tease, Alex Manes,” he whispered in wonder.

“Not my fault someone ripped my shirt last night.”

“I promise to rip your shirts forever if it gets me this.” Michael kissed him just behind his ear.

“Don’t you dare,” Alex warned. He started to open the packaging on the granola bar only for Michael’s hands to come up and rest over his.

“Eat later.” He kissed Alex’s shoulder. “You’re leaving in a few hours,” he reminded him, as if Alex wasn’t also counting every minute.

Alex dropped the bar with a sigh and turned in Michael’s arms. “Fine. But we do actually have to eat at some point.”

Michael hummed and nodded even as he leaned forward to capture Alex’s lips. “Later.”

“Alex.” Alex hummed questioningly without looking up from his computer. “Is that my jersey?”

“Hmm? No.” Alex still didn’t look up even though he’d already lost track of what he’d been doing. “It’s mine.”

“Oh yeah?” Michael slid onto the couch behind him and wrapped his arms around his waist. “Is that why it says Guerin on it?”

Alex pretended to think about it. “Pure coincidence.”

Michael’s fingers dug into his ribs just enough to tickle. “You stole my jersey,” he accused. “I was looking everywhere for that.”

“First of all, I didn’t steal anything. It was on my bedroom floor, therefore it’s mine.”

“Uhuh,” Michael said disbelieving. “And second of all?”

“Second of all,” Alex looked over his shoulder at him. “Are you really complaining about me having your name on me?”

“Nope. Nuhuh, not here, not now,” a new voice interjected. Alex rolled his eyes and looked over as Patrick sat down next to him. “Game’s about to start and I am not giving up my couch to you two.”

Michael’s head perked up as Patrick changed the channel just in time to see the Eagles kick off against the Dolphins. Instantly he shifted from boyfriend mode to fan mode, his grip on Alex’s waist going lax as he moved out from behind him to get a better look at the TV.

Alex grabbed his computer and stood up with a shake of his head. “Go Fins,” he muttered, just to be contrary.

“You realize we’re lost, right?” Alex let his head roll to the side to give Michael a scathing look.

“You realize that’s half the point of a road trip, right?” Michael shot back.

“Not if we’re in the middle of nowhere and almost out of gas!”

“Eh, we’ll be fine.”

“Geurin.”

“Just keep an eye out for a gas station.”

“An eye out, huh?” Alex flung a hand at the window. “At the fucking desert?! There’s nothing around us for miles.” He dropped his head against the seat and closed his eyes. Michael’s truck had a few redeeming features but good gas mileage and adequate air conditioning were not among them.

He cracked an eye open and looked over when Michael didn’t respond. Both of his hands were clenched tight on the wheel, his eyes flitting between the road and the dash in increasing frequency. “Hey,” he said softly. Michael didn’t react. “We’ll find a gas station.”

“I should have filled it all the way up before we left.” He shook his head. “I didn’t think it would be a problem.”

“It’s not,” Alex tried only for Michael to spare a glare at him. “Okay, fine, it might be a little bit of a problem, but we��ll deal with it.” He put his hand on Michael’s thigh and squeezed gently. “It’ll be fine.”

As Michael drove, Alex fished his phone out of his pocket. They hadn’t had any reception for the last hour but it couldn’t hurt to check. After another thirty minutes, the gas tank now firmly in the red, Alex’s phone beeped with a new message. He sat up and swiped away the text from Maria without bothering to look at it in his hurry to pull up Maps. “Aha!” He crowed. “Nearest gas station is 3.2 miles ahead.”

The truck made it 2.3 miles before sputtering to a stop.

The two of them stared at the fuel gauge then at Alex’s phone before sighing. “Guess we’re walking it.” They got out without a word and walked the last mile to get gas just as the sun started to set. By the time they got back to the car, it was dark and Alex was feeling the chill in the air. As Michael filled the tank and made sure the truck was running okay, Alex dug around in his duffel bag until he found one of Michael’s flannels. For some reason, Michael tended to wear his flannels a little bit to big so Alex didn’t bother buttoning it up, he just tucked it in as he wrapped his arms around his waist and leaned against the door frame.

Michael slid in the driver’s seat and paused. “Is that my shirt?”

“No,” Alex denied as he shifted to get more comfortable. “It’s one of my many many flannels.”

“Uh huh,” Michael smiled as he shifted the truck into drive. “Well your flannel looks very comfortable.”

“Oh it is,” Alex agreed easily. He fell asleep soon after, waking up only when Michael pulled up to a cheap motel, the bright neon lights burning through his eyelids. That night, he didn’t bother changing for bed, opting instead to sleep in Michael’s shirt.

Two weeks later, when he was unpacking back on base, he found Michael’s shirt balled up at the bottom of his duffel.

He didn’t bother sending it back.

Alex didn’t think too hard about which clothes he was grabbing when the knock came. He’d tried to ignore it at first but it didn’t stop. Eventually, he scooped up a pair of jeans from the floor and slid them on before grabbing his crutches and hurrying out into the main room. The jeans dragged on the floor a little bit but he didn’t pay it much mind.

“I’m coming!” He called as the knocking persisted. “Jesus Christ, what?” He yanked the door open, narrowly avoiding Liz’s fist in his face.

“I figured it out!” She yelled, her smile splitting her face wide.

“What?”

“Max!” She half yelled, half laughed. “I figured it out!”

“What?” Michael asked as he came into the room, a towel wrapped around his waist and his skin still wet from the shower.

“I can wake Max up!” This time it was more a laugh than a yell. “I need you and Isobel and about twelve hours to prep but then we should be good to go.”

Michael’s face did a weird thing as he wavered between being ecstatic that Liz had figured it out and guarded against false hope. Alex watched the two emotions war on his face and turned to Liz. “That’s amazing, Liz. Just tell us what you need and you’ve got it.”

Liz nodded profusely. “Yeah, yeah, it’s kind of a lot so I’ll text it all to you. I just- I just really needed to tell you and I didn’t want to do it over the phone or wait or-” She stopped and shook her head. “I didn’t mean to interrupt your evening.”

“Don’t apologize,” Alex told her. “This is good news. I’m glad you came out to tell us.” He looked her over with a careful eye. “When was the last time you slept?”

Liz waved a hand. “I’ll sleep later.”

He raised an eyebrow. “You think Max is gonna be happy to wake up to you dead on your feet? Get some sleep and then we’ll wake Max up. Text us what you need.”

It took a few more minutes but eventually Alex wrangled a promise to nap out of her and sent her on her way. As soon as the door shut behind her, he turned to face Michael who hadn’t said another word. “Michael?”

“Is it bad that I’m not happy yet?”

“Of course not. Nothing’s happened yet.”

Michael nodded slowly and rested his free hand on Alex’s hip as he stepped in close. His other hand still held his towel up on his waist. Alex stayed quiet as Michael took a few deep breaths, his mind obviously whirring with Liz’s news.

“I’m really upset with Liz right now.”

Alex lifted his head to stare at him. “Why?”

“Because you’re standing there in nothing but my jeans and all I can think about is Max.”

Alex looked down at the faded jeans hanging off of his hips, the hem just dragging on the ground. “What are you talking about? These are my jeans.”

Michael’s lips ticked upwards. “Liar.”

“I never lie,” Alex sniffed. “I’m a paragon of truth and virtue.”

“Paragon of sass and bullshit more like.” He nudged his nose against Alex’s as he leant their heads together. “12 hours?”

“That’s what she said,” Alex reached out slowly to grab Michael’s hand, careful not to dislodge his crutch. “Why don’t we get some sleep? Make the time go by faster.”

“I won’t be able to sleep.”

“That’s fine, just lay down with me while I sleep.”

“Yeah, okay.”

Michael fell asleep two hours later. Sixteen hours later he pulled his brother out of his pod and watched as he took his first breath in months.

The loud crash of a stool slamming into the floor shocked the bar into silence. “Where is it?” Michael asked frantically. No one answered. “Who took it?!”

“Yo DeLuca! Stop cutting him off so early! He gets crazy,” some guy laughed in the corner. Michael held up his middle finger in response without bothering to look over.

He leaned over the counter, puppy eyes out in full force. “Maria, light of my life, apple of my eye,”

“Stow the shit, Guerin,” she cut him off.

“Where is it?” He continued as if she hadn’t said anything.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about. Maybe try your boyfriend.”

Alex stifled a laugh as Michael frowned and practically crawled on top of the bar to check the space behind it as Maria walked away.

“What is he looking for?” Kyle asked.

Alex shrugged, unwilling to answer. He watched as Michael searched around for another few seconds before turning to their table with a dejected look on his face.

“You!” He yelled as soon as he saw Alex, his finger pointed at him. “You stole it?!”

“Wait, is this all about-” Kyle started to ask.

“Yes,” Alex answered, unable to hold back the laugh this time as Michael fell into the chair next to him.

“You stole my hat,” he accused.

Alex reached a hand up to touch the brim of said hat. “This old thing? Nah, some idiot left it on the bar so I scooped it up. Finders keepers and whatnot.” He cocked his head to the side. “I think it suits me.”

Michael stared at him, hurt etched into every line in his face, before a smirk found its way onto his lips. “It’s alright.”

“Just alright?” Alex raised an eyebrow.

Michael hummed as he lifted the brim. He leaned in and kissed Alex lightly, pulling back just far enough to take him in. “Maybe a bit better than alright.”

Alex smirked and kissed him again, harder this time.

“You know what would make it better?” Michael asked softly. Alex shook his head. “If you didn’t bother wearing anything else while you had it on,” he leaned forward and whispered into his ear.

“Ew,” Kyle scoffed. “That was not nearly as quiet as you thought it was, dude.”

Alex really couldn’t care less. He stood up and tugged Michael after him as they escaped to the exits, the hat accomplishing exactly what he’d intended it to.

Alex looked up from the letter as Michael pulled up outside. He dropped it onto the table and hurried into the bedroom as Michael’s footsteps crossed the deck out front. It only took a few seconds for him to find the shirt, he’d put it on top of everything in Michael’s drawer even though the other man refused to wear it yet.

“Alex?” Michael called when he came in. Alex didn’t answer as he pulled off his own shirt and tugged on Michael’s. “Alex?” Michael’s voice was closer now.

Alex tossed his own shirt into the hamper on his way back to the kitchen. He paused in the doorway when he caught sight of Michael, the letter in his hands as he stared at it.

“Congratulations, college boy,” Alex remarked quietly. Michael looked up at him slowly, his face frozen in surprise.

“This-” he looked down at the acceptance letter briefly before his eyes snapped back up to Alex. “You’re wearing my shirt.”

Alex looked down at the MIT logo emblazoned on his chest. “Well look at that, so I am.”

Michael dropped the letter and crossed the room. “That’s my shirt.”

Alex smiled slowly. “Yeah. Yeah it is.”

“I’m going to MIT.”

“You’re going to MIT,” Alex grinned, Michael’s lips finally spreading wide in a smile of his own.

“I’m going to college!” Michael wrapped his arms around Alex’s waist and lifted until Alex’s feet dangled just off of the ground as he spun them in a circle. “I’m going to college,” he repeated, his voice a wonder even as Alex kissed him.

#malex fic #my fic #rnm #patrick makes a cameo #rnmremix2020 #i think thats what im supposed to tag it?

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hadestownmodern · 4 years

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dont have sex u will get pregnant and get made fun of by persephone

Hi guys! @dilforpheus here! I want to preface that the first segment of this was written before the banter on Instagram, but once I saw it I had to incorporate it. There is one final segment with WAY too many spoilers to share yet!

This friendship/semi maternal relationship between Eurydice and Persephone is arguably my favorite in the ENTIRE modern au.

The exams were passed back with no particular ceremony. Just Persephone turning them over on Student’s desks, curling writing on the front projecting a number as to how well a student did. Eurydice wasn’t particularly paying attention. She didn’t sleep much the night before and her back was absolutely killing her. She wasn’t even sure how she was going to make it through the next fifty-seven minutes of Persephone lecturing her on social structure in some specific midwestern town and the obscure sociological study that was performed on middle schoolers in the region.

Eurydice barely notices when Persephone puts her returned exam in front of her, and most certainly misses the smirk on her features as she hands back the papers. Eurydice flips it over to see her grade- 87, adequate- before flipping through the exam to see what she missed. She notices that one corner is bumpier than the other, and flips to see what is interrupting the pages.

There, staples to the corner of her exam, is a single condom. Not much use now that there is a staple through the middle. In persephone’s swirling cursive is written

“You, like the girls in this study, could benefit from these -Seph”

Dumbfounded, Eurydice looked up to see Persephone smirking at her as she returned to her laptop in the front of the room .

“Are you fucking with me, Stephanie?” Eurydice mumbled, turning the paper to look at Persephone. “Jokes on you, i’m allergic to latex.” She quips, disregarding the fact she was fully in class in front of people she didn’t know. Fuck ‘em, she’d never see them again after this semester anyway. Persephone was going to be in her life forever.

“Excellent point. I’ll remember that for next time.”

They ignore the gaping looks of her classmates, and the murmured whispers as Persephone goes back to teaching and beginning the new unit.

“What did she just call her?” “Did she lowkey call Eurydice a whore?”

It’s halfway through class, not even a full 30 minutes into the lecture when Eurydice is grasping the edge of the desk so tightly her knuckles were white. Her breathing is labored, but only enough that a trained eye would see. She isn’t even taking notes as Persephone tosses a keyring at her. “Get out of here, you look like shit.”

Persephone is erasing the board before Eurydice can process it, grasping the key ring in her fingers.

“No, i’m staying. I have to learn this eventually before you give me an 87 again”

Persephone rolls her eyes before shutting her laptop. “Fine. Class is over.”

Noone else in the class argues as they quickly pack up their things and scramble out of the classroom, short “bye” and “have a good weekends” pour out of their mouths as Persephone watches them go. She sits at the now empty desk beside Eurydice and runs a hand over her hair. “Is it your back again… Orpheus told me it’s been bothering you recently.”

Eurydice only nods, letting out a shaky breath. ‘You didn’t need to end class-”

“Well you weren’t leaving, and you were distracting me. I was afraid you were gonna pass out right here.”

Eurydice laughs half heartedly, and starts to put her stuff in her bag. “Thank you, Perstephanie.”

Persephone put an arm around her shoulder and rubbed her shoulder. “You know, if you used a condom, you wouldn’t be having this problem.”

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“Are you fucking serious right now?” Eurydice pulled out the tissue paper, pulling a single box of condoms out. Attached was a note, in Persephone’s flourished cursive.

“So next birthday you don’t have to be pregnant -Seph. P.s. the real present is a vacation where you can put these into use. “

“I’m just saying, twenty two is way more fun when you don’t have feet you can’t see.” Persephone is on the other side of the bar, pouring herself an extra drink to toast to Eurydice, where she herself could not. “We could be drinking on the beach, but no, you drank two glasses of wine at my house and ended up in bed with my nephew.”

“Oh fuck off, You set me up for that-”

“EuRyDiCe! PeRsEpHonE!” Orpheus’ voice cracks from the other end of the bar at the same time a shot glass slips from his fingers and shatters on the ground. “What...whats going on? Why are you fighting?”

His hazel eyes are wide as they flick between the two most important women in his life who are seemingly arguing over..a gift? Their impending child? “I thought you liked each other!”

Eurydice reached out and grabbed his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “We do, Orpheus. We’re just messing around.”

“We do this in class all the time!” Persephone promised, squeezing his shoulder. “And you clearly didn’t listen when I taught you what safe sex was all those years ago. Maybe it’ll get through to her.”

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There’s a gentle knock on the door that startles Eurydice, who pulls her eyes away from her daughter. A couple of hours old and she already seemed to shift the tilt of her world’s axis. She’s finally showered and in something comfortable when Orpheus stepped out to grab something to eat- namely, bring her fries from that diner down the street. She deserved it, dammit. Eurydice looks up to see Persephone in the doorway, waving and smiling brightly.

“Hey sunshine, can I come in?” Persephone peaks in, genuine joy on her face as she watched Eurydice. So young, but in the short time she’s known her, she’s seen her grow into a completely different woman. “Everyone else will be here soon..Junie’s with my mom..but I wanted to see you.” Yes, she was overjoyed to see this baby that belonged to the boy she raised, but her priority was currently on the woman holding her. She wasn’t about to let her get overlooked in all the excitement of the baby.

“Yeah, Yeah of course… I’m trying to get the hang of feeding her, but then she fell asleep. And they keep telling me to sleep when she does. But I can’t seem to stop looking at her…”

Persephone sat on the end of the bed, near Eurydice but not daring to crowd her personal space. “No, no I understand completely. I didn’t even put Junie down for about two weeks. Wouldn’t even let my mama hold her..” She rests her hand on Eurydice’s knee with a smile. “So a girl, huh? Does she have a name yet?

“Don’t act like you didn’t know.” Eurydice teased, running her finger over the baby’s nose with a lazy smile. “Your mother knows everything. But yes. I can’t believe it. I love her so much already, and I’ve barely known her three hours...we can’t name her. Nothing seems good enough..I’ve called her french fry for months now.”

“Even you’re starting to believe in her magic. That’s impressive. And a name will come to you. Well, My mother named Junie. No way in hell did my husband pick the name Juniper.” Persephone watched the way Eurydice didn’t even look at her, unable to drag her eyes away from the tiny person she held in the crook of her arm. “How are you, honey. And don’t give me that fine, bullshit.”

“i...I’m so happy. I love her so much and I love Orpheus so much and- i’m so tired.” Eurydice admits, letting out a sigh. “I love her so much, and I can’t even describe how happy I am. But i’m tired and I didn’t realize how much pain i’d still be in.. and it’s like her gums are razor blades and I don’t think i’m every going to physically be capable of having sex again, not to mention why would Orpheus even want to and- I’m so tired but I can’t look away from her! I can’t put her down. She’s been apart of me for so long.” She’s crying before she realizes it, warm tears running down her face. She hiccups as she feels the baby starting to move in her arms and almost cries harder. How was she supposed to do this if she was already exhausted?

Persephone is closer to her, tucking black curls behind her ear before wiping at her cheeks. “It’s okay, Eurydice, it’s okay. I understand. I really do. I felt guilty for being tired, for not being on top of the game all the time. I worked so hard to have her, how dare I be anything less than 100%.” She pulled her head to her chest, stroking Eurydice’s soft curls as she held her. Eurydice needed a mother, she needed a mother to care about her, and Persephone was more than glad to fill her part. “”I would take showers that were exactly three minutes long. And for 180 seconds I would sob. Because how dare I be anything less that grateful. But fuck, I just wanted a nap for more than two hours at a time. And to not feel like a cow. So I get it.”

Persephone kisses the top of Eurydice’s head, feeling the girl’s body just shake as she cried into her. Of course she kept it in. Women were trained to think they could show nothing but joy that day, when in reality the emotional highs and lows came like the changing tide. “It’s okay. You’re going to be the best mom. You are allowed to feel things, Eurydice” She promises, allowing herself a glance down at the incredibly small little girl Eurydice was clutching as if her life depended on it. “She’s so beautiful already. Looks just like you…”

“She looks like a potato alien, you can say it!” Eurydice whined, hiding her face in Persephone’s shoulder.

“Well..all babies do. But you ate so many fries what do you expect other than a potato?” It’s teasing, and light, and the way Perspehone lightens the mood. She won’t dare ask to hold the baby, not with the way Eurydice anchors herself by holding her.

“I feel like I got punched in the stomach with at least six knives and then someone ripped out whatever balances my emotions. All that while feeling like a dairy cow mixed with the happiest person in the world.” Eurydice tries to describe, laughing just a little as she wiped her tears away. “I’m a mess.”

“Well, you know, all of that could have been prevented with a condom. Which, by the way-” She pulled out a card and handed it to her. “Heres one for safekeeping, remember it in six weeks.”

“You’re such an asshole sometimes.”

“I know.”

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Request: Request: hi! Love your writing! Can I ask for a weird request? Can I get a Stark reader who was close with Tony then something happened and they drifted apart and he stopped being a good dad and so now after endgame she’s kind of dealing with that fact and the fact her dsds dead and there’s like other conflicts relating to that like him moving on with Morgan and Pepper? Also could she have been dusted or something? Thx your amazing!

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Post date: 5-29-19

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A/N: Ok so I love Tony Stark and it was like incredibly hard for me to write like him as a bad dad so I hope you all like this and this request kind of killed me but I loved it. 😂 please reblog/comment/like and if you requested something I working on it! I’ve got many things in the works! Love you all! Also I just hit 100 followers and I couldn’t be happier! Thank you all so much! Now for 200!

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“Goodbye Dad” you whispered as you stared down at the casket beside you. Your fingers gently traced over the wood, everything slowly becoming a reality for you. Your dad was gone. Tony Stark was gone. You’ve cried and cried but it didn’t bring him back, so you did the only thing you could think of. You moved on. You glanced around the funeral, seeing who was there and who was crying. It showed emotion, showed how someone felt. You didn’t cry this time. You haven’t cried since... well since you thought you moved on.

“He would’ve been proud of you kid, you know that, right?” Happy said wrapping his arm around you and pulling your shoulder into his side. You mindlessly nodded your head, not paying attention to what the man was saying as you were in your world. Looking up you caught sight of Peter, tears falling down his face as wiped them away just as fast. His eyes looked with yours before he gave you a sad smile, unable to hold back any emotion.

‘He would’ve been proud of you kid’

He would’ve been proud of Peter, Peter was more of a son to Tony than you had been a daughter. Hell, Peter seemed to be mourning him more. Your head turned to face Happy before shrugging out of his embrace, heading into the house. A house gotten when you were gone. A life made when you were dusted. 5 years. You were gone 5 years and you come back then your dads gone? Thanos really messed you all up.

“Hey what are you doing in here? Everyone’s outside.” Pepper asked snapping you out of your thoughts.

You avoided her gaze. “I just needed to get away for a bit. I’ll be back soon.” The room was empty was empty after Pepper left, leaving you to let your thoughts wander.

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You could hear the cries and shouts from the battle below as you flew above it all in the suit you made with your dads help. You had watched as the team took out as many of Thanos’ army as possible before you could go through the portal Doctor Strange made you. As soon as the fighting started you had gotten hurt, the suit breaking down your right arm as a huge scratch and crack came after.

“Ughh Arti, what’s the damage?”You asked the A.I. In your suit, Arti. When he told you your arm was broken you groaned before getting back up determined to finish the fight. You looked around, hoping to see family winning and right away you saw Peter and your Dad. You let out a light laugh them, both bloodied up but smiling as they hug. You carefully went over there, not interrupting their moment but fast enough so Thanos’ guys didn’t see you. When they pulled apart Peter’s eyes found you, you couldn’t help the smile that covered your face. He quickly pulled you into his embrace, squeezing you tighter than he just hugged your dad which made you feel good inside. It didn’t feel like 5 years to you two but you knew it had been. When you separated you made your way to your dad hoping for a hug from him as well. But when he patted your back your hopes fell.

“Hey Kid. Glad you’re back.” He gave you a smile before patting you again, turning around to fight off some creature. Your smile fell. That was all you got? Peter got a freaking hug and you got a pat on the back. You drowned out the noise around you as you stared at him fighting, desperate to say something to him but not knowing what.

Arti’s voice pulled you out of your trance, “on your 6, miss Stark.” You quickly turned around, shooting down the creature who tried to get the jump on you. As the battle continued, you ran into more of your team each one either happy you’re back or happy you’re both back. When you caught sight of Thanos you flew over to him as others did as well. You all tried to get to him but when he threw you off him causing you smack your head on the ground you almost passed out. You stayed on the ground trying your best to focus but unable to until you saw Thanos put his hand in the air to snap and you moved onto your elbows unsure about what’s going to happen.

“I am inevitable.” He says as you get on your feet. When his snap sounds you wince until you realize nothing happened. You let go of your breath and a smile falls on your face as you look at your dad who was panting as his hand went up.

“No…” you whispered as the stones made their way down his hand. You knew what was going to happen. He was going to die and you couldn’t stop it. “Dad! No!”

“I am Iron Man.”

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“Your dad was a hero.” You hadn’t realized Peter’s arms where around you until he spoke, your throat was dry as you held back tears. You weren’t going to cry, you wouldn’t let yourself cry over him. he was gone, and crying would’ve changed anything.

“I didn’t want him to be a hero. I wanted him to be my dad, but he wasn’t because he was too busy playing hero.” You whispered, reaching up to wipe the stream of tears on his eyes. Peter’s face looked even sadder if it was even possible causing you to pull him close to you. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders as his fell on your waist, his head resting in your hair laid on you shoulder. For a few moments it felt like nothing changed, Peter and you were hanging out in your room at the Avengers tower and your dad was down in his lab. But that couldn’t happen anymore. You both separated when you heard footsteps leading into the room. Morgan’s body soon came into your view and you gave her a soft smile. “Hey Morgan. How’s it going, girl?”

She looked up at you before shrugging at you, blowing you off as she turned to Peter. “Peter! I want a cheeseburger! Come with me.” Peter glanced between your sullen face and her happy face, unsure of what to do until you nodded, lightly shaking your head to let him no it was okay. He picked her up before turning to you, mouthing an apology as you pretended to smile. Only when he walked out of the room did you finally react. Morgan didn’t like you and you were her sister, instead she wants to spend her time with Peter, someone who wasn’t even related to him. You laid back on the couch, staring at the ceiling as your fingers played with the hem of your black dress. Morgan didn’t think of you as her sister, hell a few weeks ago she didn’t even know you existed, no one told her about you. You stared at the ceiling until someone else decided to ruin your solitude.

Happy looked down at you as he gently grabbed your hand, pulling you up from the couch as you groaned, “Come on Y/N, everyone’s heading home now so it’s time to say goodbye.”

“I already said goodbye.” You mumbled, trying to fall back down but to no avail.

Happy sighed, “I meant to them, not to- not to your dad.”

“oh…”

“You coming?” You nodded your head as you let him drag you back outside, refusing to look in the direction of the casket. You gave everyone hugs and said your goodbyes before heading over to the lake, watching the water ripple. It hurt, your whole body ached, and you couldn’t stop it. You could feel your cheeks getting slightly wet, but you made no move to dry it, just letting it fall. You needed to be alone, but unfortunately for you, some people just didn’t understand that. Happy and Peter refuse to let you go through this by yourself, they wanted to be by your side the whole time. When Peter sat next to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder you had begun sobbing, causing the boys heart to break at the sound.

“Hey, hey, hey, it’s going to be ok. I’m here, I’m here. I’m not leaving you. Ever.” He said, gently rubbing your hair as he kissed your forehead, your sobs had slowed until your labored breathing was the only thing they heard.

“I couldn’t save him.” you whispered, Peter and Happy’s head perking up at the words. Your eyes were blocked by tears as you tried to look through them, still staring at the water in front of you. “I couldn’t save him. Hell, I could barely save myself! I’m not a hero! He said it himself I was just a mistake.”

Happy’s heart stopped when you said that, hoping that you weren’t talking about what he thinks you were. “What are you talking about?”

You let out a chuckle as you turned to face the man. “I heard you guys... that day before he went to Germany. We fought, and I stormed out of the tower, couldn’t get my head straight. I ended up at this bar and they let me in, I mean Y/N Stark, such publicity. I got hammered, so I left and wanted to talk to him, wanted to apologize... but keep in mind I was drunk and when I went down to his lab, I saw you and him talking... and he looked like he was also drunk off his ass. I listened. I heard my name and I wanted to know what you were talking about.” Your words were soft but they somehow managed to hit Happy hard.

“You heard us?” Your eyes locked with his as you nodded. Peter grabbed your hand as he looked confused at the both of you.

“Not at first, my brain wasn’t retaining information and so I put my glasses on and asked Arti to record it. At the time all I managed to get was Y/N, 15 years, slut, and mistake. At first, I thought he was talking about me being a slut because I didn’t think he knew about, well about me still being a virgin at the time. I tried rationalizing everything, but I was way too drunk, so I called it a night. Next morning, I woke up hungover but sober, so I watched the video. He didn’t call me a slut... no he said he banged some slut 15 years ago and Y/N was the mistake... he called me a mistake. The rest of the video wasn’t any better. Talking about how I wasn’t a good daughter and was just a liability on the field. He left for Germany and when he came back everything was different. It was like that one fight changed my life forever.” Peter squeezed your hand as you closed your eyes, trying your hardest to hold in the soft cries. Happy just stared at you, full of regret. He should’ve done something that night, said anything about you to defend you but instead he didn’t, he just listened.

“Y/N…” Your eyes darted open as you stood up to face the man, your voice laced with anger as well as sorrow.

“NO! It’s true! H-he stopped wrapping an arm around me when he was proud of me, his little forehead kisses he gave me were cut down by like 90%, and he stopped hanging out with me in his lab, me talking about my life or school and him working on his latest project where he would screw up and then I would fix it. Everything changed. You know when he went to space, I didn’t know until Pepper told me. She said that she thought I would’ve been the first to know. This was 10 hours after he left. I was dusted, Happy. Pepper told me everything about when he came back. He kept mumbling ‘I lost the kid. I lost the kid’ and she thought he meant me, but when he said ‘I lost him’ she realized he didn’t mean me. He meant Peter. I wasn’t his daughter. I was as much of his daughter as any other sorry little lost girl in the world.” You hadn’t realized you were shouting until you stopped talking eyes wide as you came closer to Happy, fists clenched as they shook. You needed this, to be able to vent. You’ve been holding this in for so long and now you were just letting it all out, saving your regrets for later. Peter hadn’t said a word since you started yelling, to afraid of angering you even more.

Happy put his hands on your shoulder, determined to calm you down, but there was no point. “Y/N, you don’t mean that.”

“I do. I mean every word I say. He blew it off. When Pepper told him, he blew me off. You know I knew he wanted a kid with Pepper, but you’d think that he would’ve acknowledged the daughter he had now. He blew it off. They had Morgan and they moved on. He forgot about me. And now 5 years later I come back and he’s hugging Peter in the middle of the battle field and when I go down there, he pats my back and continues fighting. Then he died. But you know what. He was dead to me long before that. My dad died that night I recorded you two.”

“Y/N...” your anger tripled every time he tried to get you to calm down.

“STOP INTERRUPTING ME! I NEED TO GET THIS OUT! I met Morgan. And-and you know what, she had no idea who the fuck I was. I said my name and she looked right through me. No one told her about me. I expected that from him. But you? And Pepper? You didn’t say anything about me to her? Nothing at all. I’m her sister and she didn’t even know I existed. You know, I could’ve done it. What he did. I was right there, I had my hands on Thanos and yet... it was him. It should’ve been me. The world didn’t need me. It could’ve gotten along just fine. It looks like it had and then I came back, and the world was... fucked.” Your voice cracked as your speech faded. Everyone was quiet no one knew what to say. Your eyes had traveled down to the ground, tears falling faster than ever as you slowly turned towards the house. You thought Peter would’ve followed you or Happy, but no one did. You were alone, and he was dead. You wished it was you. You wished your dad was with his new family and you had been the one to snap. You wished you were the dead girl.

PART 2

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