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capitalisticveins · 1 year

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Shaw Pack Hcs Part 4 (i think?) (Ft. Sam)

These are 3 pages long on Google Docs wow um

- Tank has smoked once, but didn’t exactly get into it.

- Asher and Christian put things they KNOW Milo will need on the top shelf of whatever house they’re in.

- Baaabe has freckles. Whether they're faint, or there’s tons of them, it doesn’t matter. They HAVE freckles.

- Angel may not be able to cook, but for some reason they can really fucking good. Cake, cookies, macaroons, brownies, lava cake, hell, Creme Brulee. They just find baking and cleaning everything up tedious, so they don’t do it often.

- As kids, whenever Kelsey came over with her mom to visit Arden and Christian, Arden and Kelsey would do anything and everything to scare the shit out of Christian.

- The only game Sam and Tank can play on equal grounds with no advantages towards each other is Just Dance 2018.

- Ansel and Bailey work on their upper arm strength more

- David doesn’t shave often, but his face somehow remains slightly shaven? Which is weird because he grows facial hair like crazy.

- David sleeps like a fucking corpse, that man does NOT move.

- Angel likes to shave David’s face when he’s asleep and keeps the hair in a jar under the bed in a box.

- Asher eats Kraft Mac ‘n Cheese.

- Tank LOVES frosting on cake and cupcakes. They lick the frosting off of those mini-cupcakes and eat the frosting first off normal cake.

- Angel used to believe in Herobrine, but instead of being scared or not playing the game until he was “removed”, they’d actively seek him out.

- Sweetheart’s impulsive thoughts have once led them to go tangible while in between a wall. It was excruciatingly painful and they don’t know how they didn’t get split in half.

- Milo would sharpen his teeth if he could.

- Ansel eats Crumbl Cookies, much to Christian’s dismay (he believes they’re undercooked).

- Asher and Baaabe don’t get out of each other’s arms until both of them are awake. If one wakes up first, they just lay there until the other wakes up.

- Baaabe didn’t go into elevators for a week after they met Asher. Not because they didn’t want to see him again, but because they were deathly afraid of being stuck again.

- When he was a kid, Marie would aggressively pinch Milo’s cheek whenever he did something bad.

- Baaabe took it surprisingly well when Asher first admitted to being a werewolf. Not because they were shocked or in fear, but because it explained a LOT of weird shit he would do.

- Once, when they were a kid, Tank got into a frosting container their mom used to ice cakes she’d make, and ate all the frosting out of it. They would’ve been punished if they didn’t vomit an hour afterward, since it was “punishment enough” in their father’s words

- Madelyn and all of the older pack kids (only girls) would have sleepovers almost all the time. Kelsey, Bailey, and Arden were invited, but not so often since they were younger.

- Sweetheart likes to buy square pillows so it can support their neck better.

- Asher, David, Milo, and Christian would try to sneak in or see what the girls were talking about, much to Madelyn’s dismay.

- David has a vase full of honeysuckles in his bedroom.

- Sweetheart can NOT hopscotch. They’ve tried and they keep tripping by the time they reach 6.

- Angel has once laughed so hard they passed out.

- Bailey likes to blow bubblegum, but it’s hard to pop them. Meaning if they grow too big she has to use her fingers to pop them, but then sometimes it gets stuck to her hands.

- Brooke has seen Bailey get tangled up in gum during a pack meeting, and had to go over and help her, but then he started getting stuck in the gum, until Amanda saw him.

- Long story short half the pack got stuck in 5 pieces of gum until David had to use scissors to cut them out. That night he prayed for a normal pack.

- Sweetheart was once compared to Sherlock Holmes. That’s the best compliment they believe they’ve ever been given.

- Baaabe always has a stupid and goofy smile whenever Asher walks into the room.

- As a kid, Milo was often left out of fun activities with the other kids. Bailey was the only one that stuck around him when they forgot to invite him.

- I.E: Brooke forgot to invite him to his 10th birthday party, and when Bailey found out, she and her parents took him to Six Flags.

- Other than the literal stealth in the pack, Brooke is the most stealthy member of the Shaw Pack. He can stop breathing for up to 5 minutes and cloak his aura enough for any normal empowered person to not sense or notice him.

- Tank has put mentos in coke and shoved the bottle in their mouth, Milo had to snatch the bottle from their hands after soda started spraying from their nose. Asher gave them 20 bucks to do it.

- David would stay up until 2am studying for ANY test they were given back in high school.

- Asher tried getting a tattoo in high school and told David, but David said if he ever finds a tattoo on him, he’d tell Asher’s parents immediately.

- Arden is the reason unempowered people in Dahlia believe wolves howl during a full moon. She makes sure that during ALL full moons, she’s at the highest peak possible in the town, shifted and howling as loud as she can. Only Christian knows she’s the one doing it.

- Tank has forgotten to put water in a cup of noodles once before microwaving it.

- Sweetheart has scared Baaabe before and this led to Baaabe cursing them out in a different language.

- Angel had braces from elementary school to high school, and keep unknowingly licking their teeth.

- David is NOT flexible, that man is as stiff as a floorboard.

- When Tank and their family first joined the pack, Tank was pissy and distant because they missed their old pack with their old friends.

-Milo has said “I’m walking ‘ere!” once, that’s the only reason Asher and Christian say it whenever he’s around.

- Bailey eats waffles with her hands.

- Kelsey and David fold their pizzas.

- Arden used a fork and knife to eat hers once to piss everyone off.

- Asher, David, Christian, Arden, Amanda, Brooke, Miguel, and Bailey have done the cliche “break a window with a baseball” in Amanda’s backyard once. Bailey broke it and was going to come clean, but Christian panicked and blamed it on Kelsey, who wasn’t there. He then tried to backtrack and blame it on Milo, who was in the corner playing with dandelions because they forgot to ask him to play. Bailey got away with it because Amanda’s mom believed it was him due to his lying, and no one backed him up.

- Asher tries to laugh more “cutely” or “manly” but whenever Baaabe says a joke he can’t help but laugh genuinely.

- When David was scolding Tank in “Confronted but your Pack Alpha”, Tank had a scowl on and kept looking at the ground. They didn’t make eye contact until the end.

- Sweetheart can throw it back

- David can be DEATHLY silent when he wants to be. This is why Sam didn’t hear David from behind him during the pack Solstice, despite his advanced hearing.

- Whenever the Sunbound Solstice comes around, and none of the wolves feel good or energized enough to do anything, the mates do everything in their power to pamper and take care of them until they feel better. The only exceptions are Tank, Sam, Milo, and Sweetheart since they’re all Moonbound. In this case, Baaabe and Angel wait until David and Asher fall asleep to help them out.

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foxymoxynoona · 1 year

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Amended Short: Halloween Night, Zombie Parents Edition

Um... I thought I had a drabble request for Amended Jungkook and the baby but I don't see one in my inbox... but I was inspired to write this Halloween night after I took my kids trick or treating so here ya go!

Story: after Amended Characters: Jungkook, Isabella, new baby Words: 5635 CW: references to childbirth, birth complications/sick baby, lots of detail about breastfeeding and nipple pain (not in a sexy way LOL)

The house was stunningly quiet. The silence was loud, the lack of activity so obvious and unusual it hummed in Jungkook’s ears. After almost two weeks of nonstop, it was disorienting, that sudden stillness. He stood in the middle of the house for several minutes and felt like his skin was vibrating.

Ah, right, probably the lack of sleep. Because despite having a full house and family nearby and all the help they could hope for, Jungkook had in fact never been so fucking exhausted in his entire life.

And all because of a baby! Just one small tiny little innocent baby had dropped into their life like a fucking grenade going off! The baby grunted and the whole house flew into a flurry figuring out what he needed. Jungkook had expected Isabella to be the calm, sage, wise one and in some ways she was –she called out the steps of elimination to figure out what the issue was: diaper, food, sleep, wanting to be held, wanting to be not held. But the more steps it took to figure out, the more flustered she’d get, cuing Jungkook to swoop in and take over. Even if he felt stupid and clumsy and like he didn’t know what he was doing despite helping with nieces and nephews every chance he got.

The first few times he had hesitated to help and Isabella had snapped. It had hurt his feelings, both for her to notice his hesitation and to be upset by it. They’d had a fight about it. Twice. That wasn’t a great memory. But after a nap, Jungkook felt satisfied by their joint realization that this was new, and hard, but also not new in some ways that had to be unlearned. Isabella wasn’t on her own this time but she wasn’t sure what it meant to have someone with her in this. Jungkook was here and wanted to be here but didn’t know what it meant to be the father, not the uncle. Ezra and Lily were here too, and old enough to not fall to pieces when Isabella couldn’t drop everything for them like before, as she tried to recover from childbirth and the new demands. The nursing struggles had really taken it out of her, it had been painful to watch, difficult to talk about without sending her into tears, and Jungkook knew he had been in over his head, unsure how to support her at a time when the answer seemed so obvious.

Finally, after two weeks of excruciating pain for Isabella, and lactation teas and cookies that made her vomit, and an agitated, hungry baby from her low milk production, and a too-slow regaining of dropped birthweight that had Isabella trying to nurse and pump around the clock, which kept her from getting any rest or even really getting to enjoy the baby… It had only been two weeks but it felt like months. Two weeks still felt too long to Jungkook but now they were in agreement. They were trying this: The baby would be a formula baby, assuming Isabella didn’t go back on her decision tomorrow. She’d agreed as of six hours ago, after crying all morning about it, despite every reassurance Eomma, Soona, Gina, and Mikayla had lobbed at her.

She might go back on it. Jungkook hoped she wouldn’t. All his own research had shown not only how fine babies were who grew up on formula, but also the benefits to Dad being able to share the burden of feedings and get that bonding time with baby, the benefits of Mom getting to sleep without having to wake to nurse every two hours, the benefits of a family that could rest and spend time together and enjoy their happy, well-feed, growing baby without the pressure of trying to breastfeed when it just wasn’t working.

For all those reasons and more, Jungkook was relieved at her agreement, even if his heart broke that this aspect of their new baby wasn’t going like she wanted. Neither had the birth, but that was a story for another day. He just wanted everything to be perfect for her. Especially since he worried he’d pushed her into this. He’d wanted another baby but she was the one bearing the brunt of that right now. He wanted to take as much of that off her as possible, and that guilt and worry that he was failing sat high on his shoulders when things were stressful and–

But for now, for this very minute, there was a peaceful pause. The sun was going down, the neighborhood lights flickering to life alongside the festive decorations. Lily was already out trick or treating with Soona’s family, after which she’d sleep there. Ezra would go out in a little bit as well and promised to text them pictures of him with his friends, after which he’d spend the night at a trusted friend’s house for his very first slumber party. Upstairs, Isabella dozed with Gidget tangled up between her legs despite the no dog in bed rule they had these days while the baby slept in a side-sleeping bassinet attached to their bed.

He wasn’t there now though. He’d fallen asleep earlier in the Pack’n’play in the living room and Isabella had left him there under Jungkook’s supervision when she went upstairs. He had no real sleep schedule to speak of yet –which was normal, though possibly exacerbated by the struggles to get him well fed unless they resorted to bottles. Sure enough, the bottle Jungkook had given him (while Isabella wept in the kitchen) had put him right to sleep after way too many hours without, and left Jungkook free to comfort Isabella until she went upstairs to sleep too.

He understood now what people meant when they said you had no way of predicting what parenthood would be like. Even for Isabella, this third time was new and different, and Jungkook hoped he was being a good enough partner.

Maybe he wasn’t.

Or maybe it had just been a difficult afternoon and he shouldn’t assess right now. They were both tired.

And this day in particular was extra weird: days passed without their acknowledgement, but Halloween had still come on October 31st like every year, and for the first time in forever, neither of them was going to a party or trick or treating. It was easy to feel abandoned when the older kids were off having fun without mom and dad. They’d had a new baby in the house less than two weeks, so they weren’t settled at all yet. The tense discussion earlier left him feeling as emotionally fragile as Isabella probably did. He had such happy memories of Halloween the last few years; fighting with Isabella and watching the kids leave him at home was not how he’d expected to spend it this year.

Naively, perhaps. The baby was actually due on the 29th, but Jungkook couldn’t begrudge the early arrival; Isabella had been so ready to be done with pregnancy by the end. He felt guilty he’d put her through it. Maybe she hadn’t wanted this baby as badly as he did… maybe she regretted it…

No, that wasn’t true. She adored their baby, that much was obvious no matter how tired or frustrated she got.

He dashed the thought as he heard the snuffle. It was barely a whisper but one he was instantly alerted to. He stepped around the laundry baskets and Gidget’s bed and the cases of art supplies and the couch pillows that had been thrown on the ground and the baby swing and all other manner of things decorating their floor until he could stare down at the baby blinking awake. Hands, balled into tight fists, jerked through the air, like a baby boxer. Feet hidden inside a cozy sleep sack slowly but strongly kicked. His whole little face worked on waking up: eyes fighting the urge to just close and sleep again.

Jungkook sank to his knees to get right up close and greeted lowly, “Hello, Kai.”

It felt obvious to Jungkook that the baby didn’t know who Jungkook was yet, despite all those hours of reading and talking to him while Isabella was pregnant. Everyone who’d said ‘oh the baby will recognize your voice if you sing to him a lot while he’s in mom’s belly’ were fucking liars. He’d done it, and while Kai did seem to like him singing –as much as a two week old could like anything?-- he thought it had more to do with him having a nice voice than recognition. Maybe Kai was going to have good music taste.

Other than that, Jungkook held him every chance he got, but there wasn’t anything about it that really seemed to provide comfort to him yet. When Jungkook would change the diaper that was causing discomfort, or provide the bottle of formula after a frustrating nursing session that wasn’t enough to complete a feeding, Kai seemed more surprised by this strange man’s competency than secure in his father’s care.

Yes, ok, several family members had told Jungkook he was projecting, and that there was only so much obvious attachment you could look for in a newborn. That would come later, along with personality. Once the smiles started, then you started to feel like you were getting some appreciation for all the blood, sweat, and tears of the previous week.

The thing was, what no one seemed to understand, was that Jungkook didn’t care. Well ok yes he wanted Kai’s love. But he could wait a long time for that. That was fine. A few weeks? A few months? What was that in the face of all the years he’d waited for Isabella without even hope? He could be patient for his child too, no problem.

Kai’s mouth opened and closed several times like a little fish. Koi, Ezra had already called him. He closed his eyes, deciding he didn’t want them open after all. It looked like a frown, so before he could gear up, Jungkook scooped a hand under his little diapered butt, another under his head, and lifted him slowly. It wasn’t that he thought he’d drop him; he knew he wouldn’t. He just personally wouldn’t like being yanked up, so why do that to a baby?

“Good morning to Kai even though it’s nighttime,” he sang. “Ah, Kai. Kai Kai. It’s Halloween. Do you know what that means? You don’t but someday you’re going to fucking love it. Also please don’t let fuck be your first word, your mama will laugh but then probably not want to write it in you baby book… Let’s just agree on Dada for your first word, ok? But take your time, there’s no rush.”

Kai had no comment as Jungkook settled him against his shoulder and double-checked Gidget hadn’t snuck down to stand directly behind him (learned the hard way), before tucking Kai down into the crook of his arm so he could walk more confidently with him towards the kitchen, only to realize on the way he should change the diaper first after such a big bottle earlier.

“Are you hungry? Are you hungry? I don’t know, I don’t know,” Jungkook sang to the tune of Frere Jaques. “Let’s make a bottle and see, after we clean up your pee. Kai Kai Jeon. Kai Kai Jeon. Damn you really wound up with a cool name, huh?” He didn’t know which was more shocking, that he and Isabella had finally agreed on a name, or that he’d give his son a name popularized by such legendary pieces of media like Suikoden, Genshin Impact, GOSICK and apparently, Ezra had informed him, Ninjago. Mikayla had also mentioned a Vampire Diaries character named Kai. Eomma said it was on Will & Grace, which she’d watched religiously when first learning English. Isabella had worried Kai was getting too popular but Jungkook had done his research and discovered Kai was only #71 on the most popular baby names given last year, whereas Ezra and Lily had both peaked in the 30s in the last decade.

Besides, as a “Jungkook” in a small New England town, Jungkook wanted his son to have a name that would let him fit in. Cool but not something that stuck out. Kai Ronin Jeon sounded cool. Ezra, Lily, and Kai sounded great together and also ELK was a fun acronym for the kids. They already complained when he used it; perfect.

“You’re the coolest baby I know,” Jungkook assured him as he quickly changed the tiny diaper at the portable changing table in the sitting space off the entry way. Baby stuff had totally taken over.

Actually so far Kai had the personality of… a newborn. A fussy sack of potatoes. Isabella had told him babies seemed like they have no personality until they get older and then you realized their personality was there all along, but he couldn’t see it yet.

The little legs looked so scrawny, like little chicken legs wrapped up in such a great big diaper. Kai cried as soon as the air hit his skin from Jungkook unzipping his cozy warm sleep sack. He cried at the feel of the wipes, even though they had a wipe warmer so it wasn’t even cold. He cried so hard Jungkook worried it would wake Isabella up in a panic, so he moved quickly and within minutes had Kai bundled up in his arms once again.

“Ok ok clean butt, you’re fine now. Shshshsh don’t wake Mama, she’s going to feel so good after her nice long nap and a nice shower,” Jungkook said as they moved together to the kitchen. Jungkook set Kai briefly on top of the clean clothes in the laundry basket so he could wash his hands and honestly felt kind of proud of himself for being the kind of dad who thought of that, who made it work.

“Your mama is sad about this,” he continued to narrate –Eomma’s suggestion– as he swayed with Kai in one elbow and prepared a bottle one-handed. “So be a good boy and don’t fuss about taking bottles, ok?” Supposedly it was going to take some experimenting to find the best formula for Kai, but for now they could stick with the expensive, pre-mixed newborn liquid formula until Kai had regained his weight. “Especially because it means you and me can spend even more time together.” He gave his son a cheesy smile that he didn’t appreciate yet. “You’re my one newborn, so let’s make it count.”

He popped the cap off with his thumb, then spspsp’ed at Kai like he was a cat to get him to focus as he eased the nipple into his mouth. Another thing they’d need to experiment on, to find the right size and the right flow, and then he’d grow a little and they’d have to calibrate all over again.

“Babies are a lot of work,” he teased as Kai resisted the bottle at first. Jungkook began to doubt whether he was hungry. He hadn’t started crying yet. Hadn’t he been rooting? Honestly, Jungkook wasn’t sure. He couldn’t tell until it got so obvious it was already too late and Kai was melting down.

But suddenly the nipple hit just right and Kai gave a suck that settled it further and then seemed happy with everything in life.

“Ah, see? I’m learning how to read you.”

Kai immediately hiccuped and choked a little and Jungkook gasped and angled his arms so Kai’s head was higher. Formula spilled down his chin, but then he settled back in to keep eating. His eyes opened to narrow dark slits fixated on Jungkook –or what of him could be seen at this stage of development.

“Ok ok there we go. You fell asleep so fast early. We’re supposed to feed, play, nap, feed, play, nap, so someday you can learn to sleep like a normal human. What time is it? Shit, it’s only seven? It feels like eleven…”

To stretch his legs he paced to the front window and looked out. They’d set a bowl of candy with some Halloween decorations at the end of the long driveway –what they usually did so people didn’t have to walk up to the house anyway, but also so there’d be no risk of someone ringing the bell and waking the baby. At breakfast Ezra had joked they already had their costumes on: zombie parents. Isabella had tossed a waffle at him.

“Usually we make a big deal about Halloween,” he informed Kai. “You kind of threw it off for us this year, but I guess next year we’ll have a birthday party for you too… ah, don’t worry, we won’t combine it with Halloween unless that’s what you want to do someday. Halloween is awesome but we want to celebrate you on your birthday. Maybe it’s better you showed up a little early but you could have done it without scaring us.”

The joke was lightly delivered, but the fear of it still lingered. The meconium in the amniotic fluid had made it into Kai’s throat and lungs by the time he emerged. “It could have been worse,” the doctor had assured him, but between Isabella’s recovery and Kai’s low blood oxygen, they’d stayed at the hospital a couple extra days so Kai’s lungs could be monitored and a round of antibiotics supervised. The rapid breathing had been terrifying, the way his little body had dragged for breath–

“But you’re doing ok,” Jungkook said, more for his benefit than Kai’s. The initial loss of weight was normal but when it hadn’t bounced back the way it should, that was scary too. So now hopefully the formula would help get him over that hump, just like his lungs had cleared up in the hospital. And hopefully Kai would nail future milestones so they wouldn’t have to worry that the meconium aspiration had any long lasting effects. His lungs had seemingly recovered while they were at the hospital, but every cough, sneeze, or chirp worried Jungkook all over again.

“I guess this is what it’ll always be like though, huh?” Jungkook mused, turning away from the window. He hadn’t wanted to think about that scare again but it felt like it still sat on his shoulder, next to the birthweight, next to Isabella’s health and happiness, next to making sure Ezra and Lily still had as much of his fathering as they needed, next to how he was going to balance all of this once his paternity leave was up–

He took a deep breath and let it out. It would get easier. That’s what his parents kept telling him. He believed them. Ezra and Lily were easier than this, though he had plenty of worries about them as well. Ezra was at that age where social circles at school were really stratifying and hadn’t figured out quite where he fit in it all. Lily didn’t give a shit about being popular, but her grades this year weren’t as consistent as last year and she was already having friend conflicts that Jungkook couldn’t begin to understand how to navigate. She wanted to make TikToks. Terrifying.

In some ways, Kai was easier because this was it, this was him, right here. No going out to deal with the world yet, no socializing with other kids, no needing to teach him things Jungkook didn’t know himself. Personally he was a pro at eating, sleeping, and pooping.

“Actually I’m better at latching on to a tit than you are,” Jungkook snickered, settling down on the couch and reaching for a burp cloth. “Not that I’ve nursed since I was– but I mean, it can’t be that complicated– sorry, I don’t mean that. That wasn’t the only problem anyway. Don’t feel bad about it. Isabella shouldn’t either. Life doesn’t usually go the way we expect and sometimes that’s shitty but sometimes it’s really, really great. And sometimes it just is what it is and you get by. That’s my first fatherly wisdom for you. You’re welcome.”

Kai had chugged that bottle. Jungkook worried it was too fast and would make him sick. There was only a little left when Kai spit the nipple out and turned his face away in obvious disinterest. So Jungkook did his least favorite part, burping the baby. He worried he’d hurt the little lungs after they’d had a rough start of it. Sometimes the burp itself sounded like it must hurt. Supposedly the formula would help with that too, because Kai would swallow less air struggling to get what he needed.

“Take this for instance,” Jungkook explained as he settled Kai against his shoulder and thumped his back. “Did I ever expect to have a baby with Isabella? Nope. Did I ever expect to be a father of three? Nope.” The burp was followed by a toot. “Wahh, out of both ends! You really are my son,” Jungkook mused proudly. Then he twisted sideways against the arm of the couch so he could bend his knees and nestle Kai against his thighs, the two looking at each other. Jungkook fussed with him a bit, making sure his head was supported so he could breathe, making sure he was warm enough and the stitching around the neckline wasn’t irritating his shoulder like that one sleeper had done. Somehow there was formula in his short little eyelashes.

Everything was fine. He grabbed a little hat to pull down on Kai’s head, but stopped himself for a moment to just run his finger through Kai’s fluffy hair. Jungkook thought the rounded face might look like him but it was still kind of hard to tell what was miniature and what was just temporary. His eyes were still small and narrow, not yet like either Jungkook’s or Isabella’s. Would the little round nose become like his? Would Kai’s lips stay thick like Isabella’s or was that just a baby thing? Would the wider set of his eyes and eyebrows stay that way or would the rest of his face grow around them? It didn’t help that –as his brother was happy to point out– “Gukka kind of looks like a baby anyway.” Jungkook didn’t want to get attached to the idea of his son looking like him because in the long run it had absolutely no bearing on anything, not love, not attachment, not people making assumptions about whether his kids were or were not “his.” Certainly not on the depth of his love.

Jungkook looked forward to finding out every little detail of Kai. He thought it would be very funny if their expectations came true that they wound up with a red head, a blonde, and a brunette, though Lily’s hair seemed to be getting darker. Maybe the blonde of her childhood would turn into brunette. Maybe Kai’s hair would be more brownish than his own. His baby eyebrows were nearly blonde which seemed strange to him but maybe they were just very thin and light.

“Who will you be? What will you like?” Jungkook murmured, wiggling his thumbs into the little fists. He had been surprised when Kai was born with long papery fingernails and peeling skin on his hands and feet. He’d been surprised by the fuzzy hair along his legs and back, though it was already thinning out. He’d been surprised by just how fucked up you felt when someone woke you up every three hours around the clock. He’d been surprised by just how instantly he felt possessive of this baby, even without feeling a real two-way connection yet.

“Did I expect you to be this perfect?” Jungkook asked. “Nope. Are you so stinking cute? Yep.”

Kai just stared at him.

“I gotta tell you though, it’s weird that today is Halloween and just… nothing. We aren’t doing anything. I feel like a failure I didn’t throw you in a pot dressed as a lobster or something. I’m glad the kids are out having fun but…” He fished his phone out of his sweatpants pocket and looked but neither kid had texted yet. So he texted them both and then took a few photos of Kai just because he was cute in his little ‘My First Halloween’ sleeper, and had just set it down when he heard Gidget’s nails precede Isabella’s socked feet down the stairs.

“Hey,” she called, shuffling through the kitchen. “Is he hungry?”

Jungkook froze. He gave Kai a wide-eyed, nervous look that the baby did actually return but probably not intentionally.

“Um… yeah, he had a bottle.”

“Oh. Uh… a whole one?” Isabella asked, seeing the remnant of it on the table. “Wow…”

“Yeah.”

“He must be hungry.”

“No, he’s good,” Jungkook said. He could hear the waver in her voice. He could hear the guilt piling up behind it. “Super good. Come sit with us –or go back to sleep.”

“My milk dropped,” she sighed. “Is it even worth trying to pump?” She sounded more like she was talking to herself so Jungkook didn’t offer his unwanted suggestion: nope. Her nipples were bruised, cracked, and bleeding. The pain when she pumped made her cry. There was a pink hue to what little milk she could get which was blood and apparently not even a problem? The whole thing was wild. He was glad she would be spared it now… unless she was about to change her mind…

She sat gingerly on the coffee table, uncomfortable, trying to protect stitches he didn’t even want to think about. Having babies was a brutal business.

“How long has he been awake?”

“I don’t know. Twenty minutes?”

“Hm.”

She smiled at Kai and reached out to brush her finger against his cheek. In just that smile, Jungkook could feel how much those hours of sleep had helped her. It was hard to slow down, even though they weren’t going anywhere, but the nap had helped. Not having to leap into nursing maybe helped too

“Any word from the kids?”

“Not– oh.” Their phones lit up at the same time, and since his hands were holding the baby, she pulled the group chat up, then leaned closer to show him.

Lily: we are geting SO MUCH CANDY I miss Kaibear I want a pictur

Ezra: we’re already done we hit every house in the neighborhood I bet I have more than you

Lily: show me

Lily: I will beat you

Ezra: it was fun but I miss going together we can all take Kai as a family next year

Isabella let out a long sigh and gave Jungkook a smile that looked a mixture of happy and sad before leaning in to kiss him. The kiss was the balm he’d needed to finally relax from earlier. Their moments of physical closeness were limited right now. He didn’t need much but that kiss was everything.

“It’s a weird Halloween,” she admitted with a sigh.

“Yeah, I was just telling Kai that! He really fucked our schedule up this year!”

“Yeah. He did.”

“At least he’s cute though,” Jungkook suggested. “In his defense.”

“Oh, you’re thinking about going into law now?”

“Can you imagine?” Jungkook snickered.

“I sure can’t.” Isabella took a picture of Jungkook and Kai together. The kid was going to be the most photographed child ever born. Then she said, “Well, I’m going to go put lettuce leaves in my bra I guess.”

“Uh… for Halloween?”

“NO,” she snorted, a sincere laugh. “I guess it’ll help dry up what’s left of my milk… god, am I really giving up on this?”

“You aren’t giving up on anything. You’re choosing the thing that’s better for everyone, including yourself, right?”

Isabella sighed and nodded. She looked at Kai longer and Jungkook let her think. There was no rush. No one was going anywhere. He didn’t know what to say so he could at least be patient as a form of support.

“I’m just so conflicted. Part of me is relieved. You can feed him more. No finding a place I feel comfortable to nurse when we’re out.”

“We’ll go out someday?”

She grinned and insisted, “Yes. No worrying about my supply or mastitis or engorgement.”

“No bleeding nipples,” he pointed.

“But that feeling of a baby falling asleep at your chest… well, Lily was too busy, she never did that anyway. But Ezra did! I guess I can just like be shirtless when I give him bottles, get some of that skin contact back… they’re just so warm and snuggly when they eat… except Lily who was a terror… She used to kick me in the face. I thought she was going to knock my tooth out.”

“I’m glad you have happy memories of it,” he said, taking a gamble. “And if you really want to keep trying, I’ll do whatever I can to support you–”

“No,” she cut him off. “Fed is best. If you can try not to be too disappointed I won’t have big nursing boobs for a year…” She was trying to joke past the disappointment, he saw it.

“That I would have to share anyway? I need those nipples healthy. Besides, your milf tits are plenty big, Bella. I am well fed–”

“Jesus,” she laughed. And shook her head. “If there’s one thing being a mom has ever taught me, it’s that nothing will ever be like you expected it. And you can miss out on a lot of wonderful things wasting too much time grieving for the way things didn’t go. So.. I may still cry a little bit. I may grieve a little bit,” she admitted. He took her hand, his other pressed to Kai’s chest to keep him stable as he practiced rolling his little head as much as his position would let him. “But this is going to be fine.”

“Yeah. It is.”

“I can say that now that I just slept for like three hours without interruption.”

“Nice, huh?”

“You can have a turn doing it now if you want.”

“Nahhh. You should eat the pizza, it’s still warm in the oven.” He glanced at his phone, a text from his sister with a litany of trick or treating photos. “Ah, I miss not being out with them this year.”

“I know! We didn’t think that through with our Halloween baby.” They lapsed into silence again, both just watching Kai. Jungkook now knew the answer to his previous question what do you even do with a newborn was: not much.

And he trusted for now the question too of did Isabella only do this for you? No. She wanted Kai too.

“We could put a Halloween movie on,” Isabella said. Jungkook gave her a surprised look. “And we could each have a cider or something? Don’t look at me like that!” she laughed.

“You feel like it?”

“It is Halloween.”

“Ok, yeah. Yeah, let’s do it. But nothing too scary! I don’t want jump scares to startle him or anything,” Jungkook suggested. Isabella laughed, but before he could offer to get snacks from the kitchen, she rose to do it. She didn’t try to take Kai as if Jungkook’s arms had been a temporary solution until she was here. She didn’t feel the need to check his diaper or clothing herself.

He would have completely understood it if Isabella was possessive in the beginning. After all she had made Kai in her own body. She’d raised two kids through all of this before Jungkook ever came along. He’d raised zero new babies. But not once so far had she made him feel untrusted or incapable. She’d expected more of him than he felt capable of himself. At most she’d gently make a suggestion, but sparingly; usually he noticed himself later that he’d been putting the diaper on backwards or using the wrong size hat. She always made a suggestion if he asked, and he did ask a lot because he didn’t want to fuck things up. But she made him feel like they were a team figuring this out together, and like he had something valuable to contribute, and like he was a good father even when he wasn’t so sure yet. Like she trusted and depended on him.

His love for her ballooned in his chest. His love for Lily and Ezra did the same as they haggled over candy trades in the group chat, blowing up his phone. His love for little Kai, who stared unblinkingly at the high contrast crinkly toy he held up for him, as if it held all the answers of the universe, continued to grow.

When Isabella settled down on the couch beside him with the remotes, Jungkook was glad to pull her close and finally let her have some time with Kai in her arms and dangly toys to try and entertain him with as the movie began. Mostly Kai just wanted to stare as the light from the TV flickered on the ceiling. And then he fell asleep, curled up in Isabella’s arms, with Isabella’s curled up in Jungkook’s arms, and Gidget sprawled against one of Jungkook’s feet on the floor.

And while he did look forward to next Halloween when the kids were already planning their celebration as a family, he decided that this quiet night with just Isabella and Kai was perfect in its own way too.

And there was totally still time to put Kai in one of the little costumes they’d been gifted tomorrow, or the day after. They could say they did it on Halloween. No one would know. Sometimes you just had to do what worked and let go of anything else and it all turned out all right in the end.

#jungkook ff #jungkook x oc #jungkook fanfic #jungkook fluff #dad jungkook #jeon jungkook ff #jeon jungkook x oc #jungkook established relationship

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jade-parcels · 3 years

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A classical music piece that reminds me of Ajax. Enjoy this unedited word vomit 💕

❄️Anne Akiko’s Estonian Lullaby❄️

This piece feels a bit sad to me, it’s beautiful, soft and overall genuinely nice to listen to. I heard it in the car the other day and I cannot get this image out of my mind.

Ajax has returned from a 4 month deployment out to Liyue, leaving you back in Snezhnaya with his family. Every day you wait for a letter that will never come, not with the new restrictions on contacting those outside of the Fatui ranks. And every night you sit by the windowsill after dinner, resting your forehead against the cold glass as you silently watch, hoping to see your fiancé’s silhouette emerge from the snow. Tonight is no different.

Downstairs, Tonia plays her violin and her mother sits at the piano, the two playing a piece from an old book from Fontaine. The sweet melody threatens to lull you to sleep, your eyes droop, your body wanting to rest after hours of work earlier but no, you force your eyes back open, wiping fog from the window so you can see properly. What you see now isn’t the usual landscape, the sun has set, the moon reflecting a blueish glow onto the snow outside. Though there is a new blue glow that is not provided by the moon- no, that is a vision. That…Is Ajax.

Your body moves on its own, tugging on your boots, sliding into a thick jacket and slipping out the back door undetected. He’s there, standing on the frozen lake, waiting for you to come to him. And you do

The snow crunches beneath your feet as they carry you to him, your arms extend to wrap around his warm body, your tears wetting the Fatui uniform you’d buried your face into

“Shhh…I’m here, it’s alright” Ajax whispers, swaying you side to side “Don’t cry, you’ll make me cry” he tries to laugh but you can hear the quiver in his voice

You join him in the gentle swaying, fumbling for his hand, placing your other on his shoulder. Ajax picks up on what you’re doing, wrapping his arm around your waist as he begins to lead you in a dance. He isn’t the best at it, neither are you, but no one is here to see. Tonia’s violin and her mother’s piano playing can be faintly heard from here so the two of you steal this moment for yourselves, silently swaying side to side, finally holding each other after months apart.

You look up at him, taking him all in. He’s paler than usual, his beautiful eyes have purple bags beneath them. He looks so tired, utterly drained. The way he moves is stiff, as if he’s sore. You don’t doubt that he is, he’s told you about what it takes to be a harbinger. Being injured isn’t even the worst that could happen.

Ajax rests his head on top of yours, breathing in your scent. The swaying becomes slower, his grip on you tighter “This…this isn’t me coming back” his voice sounds strained “I have to be back to the palace by dawn I just…I just had to come see you. I feel so empty when we aren’t together it- I don’t know how to describe it” he shakes his head, sighing into your hair

“I feel the same way” Your hand leaves his shoulder to trace comforting circles on his back “Why can’t you stay? Haven’t they worked you hard enough? You deserve to come home for awhile”

Ajax merely shakes his head “You know there’s no such thing as them working me ‘hard enough’. This is my job, I’m used to it” he looks out at the stars, his vision blurred with unshed tears “I know it’s childish to wish for things. Teucer likes to wish on stars, he says if he really believes then maybe they’ll come true. Well…I wish that you and I could run away”

His admission catches you off guard, you pull back in order to look at him and are surprised to see him crying. Ajax has shown a range of emotions. You’ve seen him jump for joy, grit his teeth in anger, but you’ve never seen him cry. You use your sleeve to wipe his tears away “Now why would you want to do that?” You ask “Your family would miss you”

Ajax takes a stuttering breath before talking again “Thats the hard part. I’d have to bring them with me. We’d live far away where the others won’t find us. My brothers and I can build us a house in the woods, we can all live happily without any responsibilities…wouldn’t that be nice? I could be there all the time, I wouldn’t have to worry, wouldn’t have to miss out on everything all the time…I could just…be a normal guy”

Your heart aches for him. Ajax is a complex man. In a way, he’s still a kid who grasps at fairytales and wishes they were true. On the other hand, he’s a beast. You don’t like to think about it, don’t want to think about that side of your husband. The way his abyssal form froths at the mouth at the sight of blood, the way he grins when striking enemies down. He turns into a different person out on the battlefield. If you two ran away, would he be able to tame that side of himself?

But overall, Ajax is a family man. He loves his mother, his big sisters and brothers. He’s a role model for his younger siblings. He looks up to his father, respects him more than any other male figure in his life. He strives to be like his father: a good husband, a reliable man who will do things out of the good of his heart. A man who will care for the sick and help out a neighbor without expecting a favor back.

Ajax chose a profession without thinking about the long term effects it would have. He never saw himself living long enough to get married, never saw himself able to settle down. Now he has a dilemma which cannot be solved. As much as he longs to run away he knows the other harbingers would track him down easily. They’d drag him back and dispose of his family to prevent future distractions.

So this is what he must do. His deployments are getting longer and longer. He doesn’t know when he’ll get to come back. All he knows is that he needed this time with you, he needed to hear your voice, feel your touch. Even it would only last an hour

The stars above flicker, the snow gently falling to land on your eyelashes. You know he has to go, he has to go back to being a killing machine for cruel, loveless archon. You want to be selfish, you want to drag him inside and curl up under some thick quilts together, to drink hot tea and listen to stories about Liyue. But it won’t happen.

Ajax composes himself, cupping your cheeks with his warm hands. His lips are chapped and cool when they meet yours, his kiss tastes like firewater and gingerbread cookies. He tells you he’ll be back, asks that you keep this meeting a secret…Then all too soon he pulls away, leaving you feeling cold and empty. You call out to him “I love you! I love you, I love you, please come back to me soon!” He says he will, promises to try and get some vacation time.

You stand there numbly as pretty snowflakes dance around you. Clouds roll in, blocking the moon’s glow. You watch as Ajax disappears into the darkness, the soft glow of his hydro vision getting further and further away until you could no longer see it.

Again, you hear the sweet melody from the house. It sounded much louder when the two of you danced, now it sounds so far away. You trudge back up to the house, kicking off your boots when you step inside. Teucer bounces over to you, toy ‘cyclops’ in hand

“Hey! Where did you go? You coulda froze out there!”

You ruffle his hair and force a smile “Ah, I didn’t mean to worry you. I was just…dancing” he looks confused but doesn’t question you further. Instead, he grabs your hand and takes you to the livingroom, where everyone else is now, in order to enjoy the music together

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin imagines #genshin impact writing #genshin impact childe #genshin impact tartaglia #childe x reader #series: classical music stuff #idk if it’ll be a series I have a song picked out for diluc #but not the motivation to write it rn

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biggest-stupidhead · 3 years

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Turning Point (Levi x reader)

Summary: After graduating college, you are presented with the opportunity of becoming a “counselor” at a small rehab facility located in the vast Montana wilderness. You didn’t know much about it, just that it was for troubled teens, ran by a privately funded staff. You are eager to meet the “campers” and your fellow counselors, but you know that it won’t be easy. You’ll have to build a strong relationship with both your coworkers and the campers, who aren’t exactly happy to be there.

Warnings: vomiting, lice, rehabilitation mentions, allusions to ED, mentally ill teens.

Word Count: 6.2K

You hadn’t slept much at all that night. Connie had been hunched over the toilet into the early hours before he finally exhausted himself. Levi had scooped him up and laid him on the cot, covering him up with the blanket. You had barely contained your laughter as you watched him haphazardly throw the blanket over the boy.

“Get some sleep. Breakfast is in three hours.” He said as the two of you crept up the stairs.

“Okay...Hange never told me the position that I was going to be working in here….do you have any-”

“See Erwin sometime tomorrow, he’ll pick out a job for you.” Levi cut you off before you could finish your sentence and you couldn’t help the slight tinge of annoyance.

“Got it.” You mumbled and turned on your heel to head back towards your room. But the sound of a choked sob coming from upstairs made you pause. Levi noticed and rolled his eyes, pushing past you he took the stairs two at a time.

“I’ve got it.” He said and you wished that you knew more. Had more experience, but that was what you were doing here after all, learning. You heard the crying cease and the sound of the bed creaking as he settled into it. You were surprised he was so diligent with the teens. It was admirable, especially given how crass he came across. You felt torn between going upstairs to be of use and the idea of the bed waiting for you just across the hall. It had already been such a long night and you knew that it was only going to be more taxing as the days wore on. Besides what could you do? You had little to no training in this field, and you had barely been of use with Connie, supposedly the easiest kid.

After a moment of hesitation, you turned and fled to your room. With the door shut behind you, the sobs were almost muted. Almost. You leaned heavily against the door, the weight of the day really crashing down onto your chest. You had known that it would be difficult, but it was so much more intense than you had imagined. Admittedly, you had very little experience with troubled kids, having grown up in a small town where mental health was hardly ever mentioned. You began to doubt your choice, how could you make a difference here? You sighed and stalked across your room, not even bothering to change out of your clothes before you fell onto the bed and buried your face into the pillow. All you could do was take it by the day, and soak up as much knowledge that the staff could give you. Your eyelids drooped and you stared at the window, which had a thin layer of mesh between the glass and the screen, much like the other windows in the house. The countryside was already bathed in a pale light, the sun just rising from the east, it coated the trees and fell effortlessly onto the dewy grass. You couldn’t help but feel at peace, even if it was just the calm before the storm. With that thought you closed your eyes and let sleep take over your body. ___

You woke up to the strong aroma of bacon and what you assumed was eggs. The sounds of dishes clattering and the wooden floors creaking as people shuffled through the kitchen. You rolled out of bed and wiped some drool from the corner of your lips. One glance at your watch told you that it was already six in the morning. So you quickly got dressed in a pair of worn jeans and an old shirt that you’d thrifted, like most of your clothes. You didn’t check which you had put on, too drowsy from the few short hours of sleep you’d managed to steal. As you fastened your belt around your waist, you wandered out into the dining room, where the same thin brunette was setting silverware down. She turned and surprisingly beamed at you. You blinked at her in shock but managed to smile authentically back at her, seeing as she was the only kid that had smiled at you besides Connie.

“Good morning sleepy head!” Her voice was bright and bubbly despite the shake of her hands with the small effort of holding the bundle of sporks.

“Good morning.” You pulled your messy hair off of your face as you turned your sights to the kitchen, where Hange was leaning on the counter with a steaming mug in her grasp. The blonde chef was lining an array of plates out on the counter, each with a perfectly prepared piece of french toast and an array of fruits as well as bacon.

“Ah beautiful morning isn’t it?” Hange said with a bright smile, Niccolo scoffed and slid another plate onto the counter.

“Coffee?” A woman with short blonde hair and a thin frame asked as she reached up into one of the cupboards for another mug. You nodded and came to stand next to Hange.

“This is Nanaba, Nanaba this is the newbie, (Y/n)” Hange introduced you and you waved with a friendly smile at the woman who beamed back. She passed you the warm mug and you leaned up against the counter next to her.

“Nanaba is the teacher around here, can’t let these kids run around uneducated!” Hange babbled as Nanaba rolled her blue eyes.

“That’s so cool!” You said as you lifted the cup to your lips. Hange hummed and turned to look back at the stairs, the sound of them creaking alerted you of someone descending them. A girl with short, choppy hair rounded the corner, a red scarf wrapped around her neck. She wore a black Slash band tee and a pair of distressed Levi jeans. Her eyes were lined with black makeup and her face was pale, with round grey eyes. But what really caught your attention was the thin scar that was peeking out from behind her bangs.

“Good morning Mikasa, how’d you sleep?” Hange greeted as she pulled a plate out and passed it to the gloomy girl who shrugged.

“Would’ve been better if Annie hadn’t been screaming.” Mikasa huffed as she turned to take her place at the table. The brunette girl set her sporks aside to greet Mikasa, throwing her arms over her shoulders and pressing her face nuzzling into Mikasa’s cheek.

“Want something to drink Mika?” The brunette asked and Mikasa turned to glare pointedly at Hange.

“Coffee would be fantastic.” She deadpanned and Hange wagged a finger in her direction.

“Your coffee privileges have been revoked, you can thank Zeke for that one!” She tutted and Mikasa turned to cross her arms over her chest. You smiled tensely as you watched the brunette flaunt into the kitchen, leaving Mikasa to finish setting out the sporks.

“Sasha dear, could you pour the orange juice?” Hange asked and the brunette nodded, reaching into the large stainless steel fridge and pulling out a glass jar of orange juice. Sasha began pouring out equal servings of juice and lining them up with the plates on the counter, although it was slow work, seeing how shaky her hands were. The stairs creaked under the weight of another person and you turned, eager to meet the next kid. Nifa rounded the corner first, holding her hand out for the tall girl, but she breezed past her with her chin held high. Nifa was unphased, however, tailing the girl from a safe distance. The girl dropped into one of the seats closest to the door, her eyes shifting uneasily across the room.

“Good morning Addy, how was your sleep?” Hange asked conversationally, Mikasa placed a fork by the girl and she flinched at the motion. Mikasa paused and looked to Hange, as if waiting to be scolded, but it never came. The girl looked away from Hange, her long bangs falling over steel grey eyes.

“That’s alright, the first nights are usually the roughest.” Hange shrugged off the rejection with ease as she picked up a plate and handed it to Nifa, who then placed the plate in front of Addy.

“Do I need to do anything to help?” You asked, placing your cup aside, eager to be of service.

“Nah, we like to let the kids do the work in the kitchen,” Hange explained as she grabbed two glasses of juice and handed them to Mikasa who was waiting for them.

“Oh, I see.” You said as you watched Mikasa place the juice next to her plate as well as another plate next to her before coming back for more. You had been so busy watching Mikasa, you hadn’t noticed the stairs creaking as two boys rounded the corner, one with sandy blonde hair and the other with a chocolatey mop of hair. The two walked right up to the counter and snatched their plates, the brunette dropped into the seat on Mikasa’s left, the girl turned and her face opened up at the sight of him. You raised a brow as you watched her pat him down as if she was making sure he was really there.

“Hands off Mikasa.” The boy grumbled, shrugging her off, her face fell but she rallied, pulling her skirt over her mouth and facing forwards.

“You can hang on me Mikasa.” The other boy said, sitting opposite of the pair, pushing his food around with his spork. Mikasa’s face screwed up into one of disgust before she reached for her juice and took a small sip.

“Shut up Jean.” The brunette sneered, jade green eyes narrowing at the other boy.

“Well its obvious that you don’t want her fawning over you!” The boy threw his hands up in frustration and Hange clicked her tongue as they continued to bicker.

“These two never quit.” She said with a wry smile as she jabbed a thumb in their direction.

“-well she obviously doesn’t want to fawn over you either!” the brunette snapped, standing abruptly and slamming his palms flat against the table. Mikasa reached out and gripped the sleeve of his flannel and he almost immediately desisted, sinking back into his seat and crossing his arms.

“Do your cookie breathing Eren.” A meek voice called from around the corner, a small-framed blonde wandered into the dining room, his hands fiddling with the buttons on his own flannel. Eren sucked in a deep breath through his nose before, his shoulders tense. After three seconds he exhaled slowly out his mouth, the tension visibly leaving his body. Mikasa nodded her approval as the blonde grabbed his plate and sat down calmly next to Jean. After sitting down he tapped his finger three times against the tabletop.

“Morning.” Jean greeted, hazel eyes on the small blonde who nodded, although he seemed a bit absent-minded.

“Armin, how was your night?” Hange greeted as she brought him and Jean a glass of orange juice. The boy shrugged and tapped his finger three more times on the tabletop.

“Fine….but Annie seemed….agitated.” He turned and looked up at Hange with a worried expression. Hange frowned and patted his back before stepping away, absently ruffling Jean’s shaggy hair. Jean grunted and shook his hair back into place.

“So I’ve heard,” Hange mumbled as she brought her mug up to her lips. As if on cue, another girl rounded the corner, two others close on her heels. The girl in front was short and blonde, with distant blue eyes, directly behind her was a lanky brunette with freckles splashed across the apples of her cheeks and a wolfish grin on her lips. Rounding out the group was another blonde, her hair was pulled back into a loose bun, unlike the first girl, her eyes seemed to catch every movement. As Nanaba shut a cabinet she whipped her head to take in the cause of the sudden noise, once she deemed it nonthreatening she relaxed slightly.

“Historia, Ymir, and Annie.” Nanaba said as she set another empty mug out on the counter. You hummed and watched the trio take their seats.

“Won’t be long until-” Before she could finish her sentence, two more boys padded into the dining room, a broad blonde and a lanky boy with dark hair. The two sat next to Annie, who blew her bangs out of her face and tried to ignore them as they both took their seats. The large blonde boy accidentally elbowed Annie, who turned and slapped his bicep, hard. You winced and looked to Hange, unsure of how she would respond to the girl lashing out.

“Annie, what have we talked about?” Hange asked with a stern look. The girl rolled her eyes and crossed her arms like a toddler. The table fell silent as they waited for her to respond, but the girl seemed set on keeping her silence.

“Annie….” Nanaba placed her hands on her slim waist and arched a brow. Even Niccolo paused his work in the kitchen, making the room fall unusually quiet.

“...Keep your hands to yourself.” She grumbled and shot an icy glare to the blonde who shrugged and turned to talk to the lanky boy on his left.

“Very good, thank you, Annie.” Hange praised before picking up some plates for the boys. You let out a slow breath, feeling the atmosphere return to the significantly lighter tone it had been previously. You tapped your foot anxiously on the black and white tile floors, the table was nearly full, save for two seats that were set but had no occupants. The sound of someone stumbling down the stairs made you perk up. The other kids seemed uninterested, except for Addy, who lifted her head and pushed her bangs out of her eyes.

Her sister was breathing laboriously as Moblit guided her to the seat next to Addy, who much like Mikasa had, began patting her sister and pushing her matted choppy hair off of her face. The girl groaned but leaned into her sister’s touch, the table once again fell mostly silent as the other teens checked out the fresh meat. You watched as Moblit and Nifa began pouring meds into tiny plastic cups, murmuring softly about what meds they were lacking.

“-Zeke should be here any minute, Erwin is waiting for him outside at the gate,” Moblit muttered as he shook the last two pills out of a large bottle. Nifa nodded and looked up at the teens, Armin was scratching his chin, which was blossoming red, Eren was still glaring daggers at Jean, who was scratching at a dent in the table. You looked to Hange once more, to see her jotting something down on a small notepad before shoving it deep into her pocket.

“What’s on the docket for today?” You asked and Hange hummed as she bit into a crisp apple.

“You’ll be with me today, but at some point we’ll need to stop by Erwin’s office to discuss a long term position for you.” She said, reaching into the fruit basket on the counter and tossing you an orange. You jabbed your nail into the top of it and began absently peeling the fruit, keeping a wary eye on the antsy teens.

“Do we need to wait for Connie? We all know he’s probably puking his guts out still.” The brawny blonde scoffed as he pushed his bacon aside. His comment earned an amused huff from Eren and a low growl from Jean.

“Shut up Reiner.” Jean snarled, and for a brief moment you admired his loyalty to Connie, but that was short-lived when the sound of someone stumbling against the doorframe made all the heads turn towards the entrance.

“Speak of the devil.” Ymir chuckled darkly, Connie was propped up against the doorframe with a weak smile on his lips and Levi’s jean jacket slung over his shoulders loosely.

“Nice fade.” Sasha chirped and Connie winked at her. You slowly stood up straighter, waiting to see what Hange would do, but she seemed content to let the scene play out.

“Thanks-” Connie lurched, cheeks puffing out and all the teens winced, waiting for him to hurl all over the dining room floor. Niccolo grabbed a towel and wiped his hands off, stepping out of the kitchen to see what the commotion was.

“Levi gave it to me. But I think that some of the lice-” He paused again, eyes widening and then he sprinted, straight into the kitchen, hands catching the counter and head disappearing into the sink followed by the sound of dry heaving. A bark of laughter made you look back at the table, where Ymir was holding onto Historia’s shoulder as she laughed at Connie’s expense.

“That’s rich! Just what I needed to start my day!” She literally slapped her knee and reclined back into her seat as Connie staggered back into the dining room.

“Want some crackers Connie?” Sasha offered, tuning out Ymir who was still cackling.

“Uh no. I want my hair back.” He glared at Ymir who howled with laughter, slapping Annie on the back, the blonde bristled but seemed to remember what had come of her hitting Reiner. So she crossed her arms, fists balled tightly before closing her eyes and breathing deeply.

“Ymir...settle down it’s not that funny.” The lanky boy said a bit quietly, the brunette turned and glared coldly at him.

“Or what beanstalk?” She smirked when the boy visibly clammed up, a bead of sweat rolling off of his temple, he opened his mouth before promptly closing it.

“That’s what I thought.” She huffed and turned to drape an arm confidently across the back of Historia’s chair. Connie leaned against the counter near Hange, looking up at her with puppy eyes and Hange reached out to place a hand affectionately on his shaved head.

“Can I get that hug now?” He asked, making grabby hands at her and she scoffed, withdrawing her hand.

“Not here Connie, go take a seat.” She shoved him towards the table, but then her face screwed into one of concern.

“Wait, what are you doing out of detox, you were supposed to be down there this morning too. Did someone let you out?” You saw her eyes shift in your direction momentarily and it felt like a boulder had settled in your gut.

“Oh yeah, Levi left the door cracked after he gave me his jacket,” Connie said as he dropped into the seat next to Sasha.

“Really.” Hange crossed her arms and Connie nodded, pulling Levi’s jean jacket closer. Hange sighed and waved her hand dismissively.

“Moblit, you and Nifa supervise while I take (Y/n) out to meet the truck,” Hange ordered as she marched towards the door. You scrambled to follow her, Connie perked up when he noticed you and you gave him a small smile.

“See you babe!” Connie called after you before the screen door slammed shut. You jogged after Hange as she stalked across the meadow. Sure enough, the sound of a truck rolling up the drive caught your attention, a few moments passed before an ancient truck breached the trees. In the driver’s seat was a shaggy blonde man with round glasses. He parked in front of you and leaned across the car to push the passenger seat open.

“Hop in.” He said simply and Hange motioned for you to go first. You smiled awkwardly as you settled on the bench, thigh pressing against the strangers.

“Hello, I’m Dr.Jaeger, Zeke Jaeger.” He offered you his hand and you shook it firmly. Once Hange slammed the door shut, he pulled the gear into drive and the truck rattled up the drive, pulling into the small paved space behind the pole barn.

“Let’s get these meds in the storage room shall we?” Zeke said as he pulled the keys from the ignition and shoved them deep into his worn jean pockets. The three of you gathered at the bed of the truck, Zeke popped it open and leaned into the bed, pulling out a box and passing it to your waiting arms. It was heavier than expected and you let out an involuntary huff of air as you adjusted to the weight.

“Got it?” Zeke chuckled and you smiled tensely before nodding.

“In through that back door and to the right.” Hange directed and you took off towards the barn. Shortly after you had found the door, Hange arrived with two boxes, she jutted her hip out, and you fumbled to find the right key on her ring. Once the door was open you were greeted with the sight of shelves filled with old flat balls, dusty file cabinets, and some collapsed boxes. You added the new boxes to the shelves, Hange reached into her pocket and tossed you a pocket knife, you cut into the box and found it to be full of pill bottles.

“Ha, I feel like I’m dealing drugs.” You almost immediately regretted the comment, but to your relief Hange chuckled and nodded, clapping her hands, signaling for you to throw the knife.

“It can be surprising, but it takes a lot to keep this place running.” Hange agreed as Zeke stumbled in with the last three boxes, you took the top one off of the stack and placed it next to the others.

“Sure does.” Zeke agreed as he set the other boxes aside as well.

“How long can you hang around?” Hange asked, brushing her hands off on her jeans.

“Couple of hours,” Zeke said with a sigh as he reached up to stroke his beard.

“Great, we got two girls who need to get checked out. They are pretty rough on the edges.” Hange warned and you frowned, thinking back on how torn up the girls looked.

“Sure thing, let’s get right on that shall we?” Zeke turned and walked out of the room, clearly, he knew where he was going. Hange matched his pace, you followed closely behind as she told the man about the girls. He listened to her intently, taking in every word.

“Is Erwin here?” He asked looking around the large field as they got to the steps of the large home. You could hear the kids making conversation with one another as they were guided into another area.

“He said he was going to the gate to meet you,” Hange said, her eyes also drifting to the large gate which was still opened.

“He’s probably still in his office. Have you briefed him?” The man asked, light reflecting off of his lenses as he looked down at Hange.

“Yes.” She said, her voice calm as she spoke as if remembering something. You felt lost as they talked like you should have been somewhere else.

“Okay then, we should separate them, I want to talk with Alice first.” The man said, Hange nodded before looking back at the gate which still hung open revealing the large dirt road that you had ridden in on the day prior.

“Okay, I’ll get Mike to close it, then (Y/N) can help us with the girls.” She said, pulling out a small walkie-talkie and speaking into it, you could hear Mike's voice on the other side. Soon you saw him walk Leisurely out of the large pole barn and shut the gate. Zeke examined you, almost as if he was trying to figure something out, all you could think to do was give him a small smile, which made him shift his gaze back to the brunette.

“We should go now, they just finished breakfast so they’ll be going to the barn for rec time and group.” Hange said looking between you both. Zeke nodded and led you into the home which was now quieter than before, the only voices heard were two hushed boys in the kitchen, though you couldn’t see them you had a suspicion it was the small blonde and Mikasa. The two girls were still sitting at the table, the taller one was watching as Alice took small bites of her breakfast, it looked to be a taxing task for her.

“Hello, girls,” Zeke said, his tone soft as he pulled up one of the small stools that stood at the mismatched table and brought it close to the teens. The taller one practically jumped in her skin when he got close, placing a protective arm over her sister. While she looked at the man, her body looked so small as she met his eyes with a still expression. You had now noticed the two nurses from before, both standing at the ends of the stairs. Zeke was met with cold stares from Addy, he seemed used to it.

“How are you two managing? I know adjustments like this can be hard.” He said his expression kind as he spoke to them.

“The moon,” Alice said softly, her voice partially gone from the screaming she had done the night before.

“What about it?” Zeke asked, seeming to take note of what she had said, it was the first words she had spoken since she had got here. You could tell Hange got excited, her glasses glinting in the morning light. Alice looked as if she was about to speak more but Addy opened her mouth before her sister could.

“She’s always liked to see it, it calms her. She can’t look at it through the barred window in the attic.” She said, looking directly at Zeke, almost as if it was a demand he had to meet.

“What do you like about the moon?” He asked the girl, who seemed to open up at this question, turning her body towards Zeke so she could talk.

“No matter the date it always has a precise agenda, you know where it’s going to be every night, you know how it’s going to look. And even if you can’t see it through the dark clouds, you can always see the light. You always know it’s there.” She said, her voice light as she spoke about it, Zeke nodded intently as she opened up to him. You noticed that the sleeves of the long sweater she wore were frayed as if she had bitten at it. Addy watched the two, anger building up inside her as her sister began to converse with this strange man.

“Would you like to come to my office with me and tell me more about it?” Zeke asked, that same soft smile from the car appearing on his lips as he asked her the question. The girl nodded, looking more innocent than any kid here did. Holding a look in her eye that you couldn’t shake, pure joy.

“We don’t go anywhere without each other.” Addy hissed, her eyes widening as she held her sister back.

“We have something else planned for you, you’re going to go hang out with the others for a while and get your chore list,” Hange said, chiming in before the girl could get too aggravated.

“I’ll be fine,” Alice said, looking up to her sister who started to stand from the large table.

“I promise I won’t keep her long,” Zeke said, giving Addy the same smile he had given her sister. Hesitantly she removed her hand from her sister and watched as the two nurses led the small girl out of the room, each letting her stabilize herself on their arms. Zeke followed behind them as he told her what they would be doing.

“Ready kiddo?” Hange asked the girl, whose eyes lingered on the doorway where her sister once stood.

“That’s a stupid fucking shirt.” Addy spat, her eyes now fixated on the colorful t-shirt that you had been too busy to look at this morning. You looked down to see the black letters on your shirt that read “ smile while you still have teeth.” A wave of embarrassment flew over you, you crossed your arms over your chest as Hange tried not to chuckle at the phrase which she had also just seemed to notice now.

“What?” You asked, actually finding the wording clever when you purchased it at the old thrift store by your parents' house, it brought back memories you didn’t even know you had.

“It's pretty bad.” Hange laughed, before walking over to Addy who had a smile hanging loosely from her lips.

“I thought it was funny.” You said, clearly hurt by the words that had just been exchanged. Addy scoffed and pushed past you and marched towards the main hall, Hange turned and beckoned Armin and Mikasa to follow. The odd group stood on the porch for a moment as Hange addressed her staticky radio. Armin was looking at you with wide, curious eyes and you gave him a friendly smile in return.

“Hey.” You greeted and he smiled at you widely.

“Hello.” Mikasa watched the exchange with careful eyes, clearly ensuring that Armin was handling the situation well.

“My name is (Y/n).” You introduced yourself and Armin nodded and extended a hand to shake.

“Armin, and this is Mikasa.” He gestured to the girl and her chin lifted at the mention of her name. You nodded and shook his hand firmly.

“I’m excited to be here with you.” You said and he shrugged.

“First time?” He asked, making you recall the way Connie had introduced himself to you.

“Yeah, that easy to spot?” You chuckled and he shrugged indifferently.

“Well, when you’ve been coming here as long as we have….new staff members aren’t that common.” He explained and you felt dread drop into your chest. This facility was practically year-round, it amazed you with how many kids were spending their teenage years here.

“Ah, that makes sense.” You weren’t sure how to appropriately reply to that, but Armin seemed to think it was funny, he giggled and folded his arms over his chest.

“Alrighty kids, they’re just waiting on us!” Hange exclaimed and the lot of you all crossed the lawn and entered the pole barn. Now the main floor was filled with metal folding chairs. All of the kids were gathered in a circle, Levi was bouncing a dodge ball absently in the center of the circle, the ball was the only sound in the room. The three kids that you and Hange had escorted took the open seats and Hange and you stood back as Levi continued to bounce the ball. Once the three were settled he caught the ball and raised a brow.

“So...who’s going first today?” He barely got the words out before Connie’s hand shot up at full force, his chair screeching against the concrete as he planted his feet into the ground, propelling him backward. Levi tossed the ball and Connie caught it with his raised hand, bringing it to hug against his chest as he grinned at the teens.

“My name is Connie, and I’m 16 years old. I’m bald now because I had lice, I also have crippling anxiety and a history of drug abuse.” He nodded, pleased with his share and looked to Levi for his reaction. When Levi motioned for him to keep going, he inhaled and looked up thoughtfully.

“This is my third year here at Turning Point. Uh I keep coming back because the ladies here are fine as-”

“Connie” Levi scolded, eyes narrowing and lips pressed into a firm line. Connie’s shoulders dropped and his eyebrows cinched together, the happy facade falling for a brief moment.

“In case you haven’t noticed yet...I cope using humor, as Zeke tells me anyway.” Connie’s eyes drifted to Levi, looking for his approval, Levi nodded and Connie lit up once more.

“That’s enough.” Levi grunted and Connie surveyed the group before winding his arm up and tossing the ball to Eren who caught it with ease and tapped his hand against it once before opening his mouth to speak.

“I’m Eren, I guess I have anger issues and anxiety. The only reason I’m here is because it was either this or juvy, so it was a lose-lose situation.” Eren looked over to the side, losing his focus for a moment, his expression detached. He looked to Levi who motioned him to speak more, he obliged with a slight shrug of his shoulders.

“I guess I’ve always been angry, gotten into a lot of fights, got kicked out of my home, got kicked out of school. I haven’t gotten lice though which is a step up from Connie.” The boy gave Connie a fake smile, which made Connie itch his head while glaring at the dark-haired boy. Ymir scoffed and Levi shot her a glare.

“Okay Eren, pick someone to go next.” Levi cut into the boys, visibly annoyed with how immature they were acting. You had to hold in a laugh as Connie stuck his tongue out at the angered man who didn’t respond to the action. Eren handed the ball to Mikasa who in turn chucked the ball across the room, the ball smacking loudly against Jean’s head.

“Why me!?” Jean yelled, rubbing his cheek dejectedly, the ball rolling to a stop at Levi’s ankles. He sighed and picked the small dodge ball up and tossed it gently back to Mikasa. The girl scoffed and squeezed the ball, knuckles turning white. She shot a pointed glare at Levi before she spoke.

“My name is Mikasa, I’m 16 years old and this time the court ordered me to be here, but in the past, I’ve been admitted here for my depression….” Her eyes shifted to Levi and he gave her a curt nod and she tossed the ball in Ymir’s direction. The brunette smirked and hit her palm against the rubber ball with a loud smack. Several kids jumped at the sound, but the most noticeable was Historia, who was seated to her left.

“The name’s Ymir, and the only reason I’m here is cause some jackass messed with me and I lit his car on fire-” You had been so invested in the sharing time, that you didn’t notice the man approaching you from behind. A strong hand landed on your shoulder and broke your concentration.

“Sorry for the wait. Welcome to Turning Point (Y/n), my name is Erwin Smith, I’m the director here.” You turned and craned your neck upwards to meet his shockingly blue eyes.

“Nice to meet you, sir.” He chuckled and shook your hand firmly.

“There’s no need for such formalities.” He said quietly as he broke the intense eye contact to look at the group. You were surprised to see Levi looking at the two of you, but once your eyes met his, he returned his gaze back to Reiner, who currently held the ball.

“Let’s take this conversation into my office.” He suggested, eyes still on Levi as he spoke. You nodded and Erwin’s hand returned to your shoulder, guiding you around the perimeter of the barn towards one of the few back rooms. Hange tailed behind you, her arms linked behind her back as she walked. Erwin opened the door for you, motioning you in before him. The space was surprisingly minimalistic and modern. There was an array of photos decorating the wall, one in particular that caught your eye was a photo of Erwin and Hange on a beach, Erwin’s arm looped around her waist. Erwin sat behind his desk and Hange leaned up against the door casually. You slowly sank into the seat across from Erwin and straightened up your posture as Erwin opened his laptop and began to scroll through it.

“As I understand you graduated with a major in psychology and a minor in sociology, very impressive.” He mused as he took his eyes off of the screen to meet yours once more.

“Yes that’s correct.” You clarified, crossing your legs.

“Excellent, well seeing that you have no prior experience in facilities like ours, I believe that the best option for you here is to shadow one of our more experienced members.” Erwin seemed to almost be speaking to himself, not really seeking your opinion on the matter.

“Hange, do you have any recommendations?” Erwin asked, eyes on his screen once more as his fingers flew across the keyboard.

“I would volunteer but I took the last one and we all remember how that worked out…” Hange scratched the back of her neck awkwardly and Erwin let out a low chuckle as he nodded in agreement.

“Levi it is then.” He made some final notes before closing his laptop and linking his fingers together and resting his chin on them.

“Any objections?” He asked, you shook your head and he flashed you a bright smile.

“Excellent. It’s settled, from now on you’ll work with him on all his usual assignments.” Erwin said, standing up from his desk and you did the same.

“This’ll be rich.” Hange snickered and Erwin shot her a stern look.

“You’ll get along just fine,” Erwin assured you and you felt an uneasy feeling settle over you. Hange laughed once more and strode over to you, draping an arm over your shoulders and pressing her cheek against yours.

“Who knows, maybe you two will hit it off!” She teased and even Erwin cracked an amused smirk at that.

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i-like-writing-stuff · 4 years

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definitely love [five hargreeves x reader]

request: Could you do a Five x reader fic where the reader is kidnapped by the Handler and Five comes to save them. Thx

a/n: it’s kinda short, but i feel like it’s pretty sweet, i guess??? the only warning is some curse words here and there cause i cant help myself and maybe the handler being like a huge y/n x five shipper lmao

perhaps therell be a part 2???

summary: when the handler kidnaps you, don’t you dare think five wouldn’t come to your rescue as soon as possible.

“Listen, lady!” You yelled, rolling your eyes at your former boss, “I have no idea where that dipshit is, alright?!”

The Handler raised a brow at your seventh burst this hour, taking a long drag out of her cigarette, before puffing out the smoke with a laugh, “I’m sorry- I can’t take your seriously when your boobs haven’t even kicked in yet.”

“Oh, you did not go there.” You squinted your eyes at her, trying to launch forward, but to no avail, as the Handler kept on laughing at your attempts of attacking her.

You only laid back in your seat, feeling the ropes around you squeeze you into place. You had been tied to that chair for the past three hours, although no real torture had been inflicted upon you- other than having to listen to the Handler talk for three hours.

Even when you worked for her in the Commission you didn’t like her much. She was too extra, too much work for you, in spite of her gorgeous sense of fashion. All you wanted to do was retire as soon as possible, but when Five Hargreeves got a job there, your world was turned upside down and before you knew it, you were a teenager again, in 2019, trying to stop the apocalypse with his other siblings.

Except that you failed, and you ended up in 1963... with another apocalypse on its way... because somehow you brought it with you.

“What do you even want with him?” You asked, as she stopped laughing to drag another long puff out of her lit cigar.

“Let’s just say I have a deal.” She smirked, turning to you, “And I need to make sure you two will hear me out.”

“Is that why you kidnapped me and brought me here?” You raised a brow, looking around the abandoned warehouse, “That’s cliche.”

“What’ll be cliche is if he finally admits to having feelings for you when he comes to your rescue.” The Handler scoffed, making you raise a brow at her, “Oh, please- we all had bets going on in the Commission on the two of you.”

“Wonderful...” You dryly said, shaking your head in disbelief.

However, somewhere deep within you, you hoped that what the Handler said would become true. You met Five on his first day working for the Commission and you quickly warmed up to each other since you had basically the same personalities, but you, yourself, were having a hard time understanding your feelings.

You found that sarcastic piece of shit adorable and charming, but you were not gonna admit it to his face- you didn’t need him to get even cockier. He may or may not have shown in the past two weeks signs that he shared your feelings, but you decided not to put that much thought into it, since saving the world was the number on priority on your list.

“Hey!” Five’s voice suddenly rang through the room, as he stumbled in, holding Lila by the arm.

“Lila?” You wondered, confused by the presence of Diego’s crazy girlfriend which he picked up from a... well, crazy house.

“Well done.” The Handler smirked, placing her hands in the pockets of her coat.

“What is Lila doing here?” You frowned, watching as Five threw her on the floor, glaring at the Handler, “Five!”

“You were right to think she is familiar.” Five told you, placing his foot on Lila’s neck, “She is one of them.”

You perked your brows upon hearing the news, looking at the girl on the floor. She helped Diego escape the mental asylum and she’s been on his side ever since, but when you first laid eyes on her, you couldn’t help but get a familiar vibe off her.

Until you realized...

“That’s your kid?” You turned to the Handler, “The girl you adopted?”

You had heard years ago that during a task, somehow the Handler returned with a little girl, but you didn’t put that much thought into it, even if it was a bit strange. Five had a job in London and the Handler accompanied him, but you figured she just wanted to get some- come on, she is really creepy and kinda flirty!

“What?” Five raised a brow, looking at the girl beneath his foot.

“No matter.” The Handler said, stepping towards you, “Here we are... together again.”

“Yeah, it’s a real party.” You sarcastically said, “Ow!” You immediately yelped, as the Handler pulled on your rope, making you jerk back against the chair back, causing Five to tense up.

“I’ve gotta ask.” The Handler said, not once letting go of the rope, making sure the grip on you would be tightened, causing Lila to laugh, even if her throat was being stepped on, “Did you miss me, you little shit? Or did you miss your little girlfriend more?”

“I’ve been gone for only three hours.” You chimed in, making Five shake his head in disbelief, “Besides... nobody ever misses you, really.”

Five decided to put on the same tough guy act, not wanting to reveal his concern, because truth be told- when you didn’t show up at the family meeting that morning, he began feeling stressed. It was not like you not to show up, especially since his brothers and sisters treated you like their own, so that made him tense.

But, when Lila showed outside the store with a smirk on her lips, he knew immediately she had something to do with it.

Because, truth be told, you were not expecting to let yourself get kidnapped by the Handler. Yeah, she was a great assassin, but you had been holding the title of the best agent in the Commission for the past seven years. That was, before betraying it to help Five save the world and his family.

“Ah, this one.” The Handler smiled sarcastically, letting go of you in order to push you forward.

“Woah!” You yelped, almost losing balance off the chair if Five hadn’t caught you.

Lila quickly got up coughing before Five could return, but he couldn’t care less. At least you seemed to be fine, no cuts or bruises- the Handler did nothing to you, she was just toying with him to ensure he’d come here to hear out her proposition.

“Now that we’ve made the exchange...” The Handler said, as Five started untying your ropes, “Lila, darling, would you give us a minute, please?”

“Go play with your toys or something...” You taunted the girl, getting up from the seat after three, long hours, rubbing your sore wrists.

“Yes, the grown-ups need to talk.” Five backed you up with a smirk, as Lila only rolled her eyes, walking away from the three of you, knocking something off a table angrily.

“Very mature.” You raised a brow, “I can see how she and Diego made quite the couple.”

“Don’t make me vomit, Y/N.” The Handler scoffed, before changing the subject nonchalantly, “So... do you two lovebirds like jazz?”

After an interesting discussion with the Handler, you and Five walked out of the warehouse in silence, contemplating your decision. She made you two a tough deal, which needed some time to be thought upon, but, unfortunately neither of you had that kind of luxury.

“You know, if we do take the deal...” You spoke up, turning to Five, causing him to stop in his tracks beside you curiously, “It’d be like... one last job together.”

You and Five had been on jobs together before, but you never officially called yourselves partners, even if your success rate was off the charts. You had a great teamwork, so you were not that surprised when the Handler chose you two for a job of this level and risk.

“I don’t even want to think about that just yet...” Five sighed, covering his face tiredly, “We still have another option.”

Your heart ached at the sight- watching Five rub his small face tiredly, all stressed out and overall exhausted, you truly felt bad. You tried helping him, after all that is why you followed him through time, but this was beyond you, and him.

You knew how much Five loved his siblings, in spite of his attitude towards them. Everything he has done so far it was for him... and you.

You had no idea, but to Five it was surreal. He accepted the fact that he loved his brothers and sisters, but it took him a lot longer to accept that he was actually in love with you. However, it did make sense- you always made him feel better, ever since you guys met. He wasn’t sure if it was love at first sight, but right now, in this moment, he knew it was definitely love.

“But...” Five spoke up, putting on a weak smile, as he placed his hands in his pockets, “At least you are safe now.”

Hearing those words come out of his mouth, your knees felt like they were about to fail you. As Five looked into your eyes, you knew he was sincere, so you couldn’t help the heat rushing to your cheeks.

“All thanks to you.” You quickly smirked, trying to brush off the nervousness, “I mean... she could have picked any one of your siblings to provoke you, but I had the pleasure of spending three dreadful hours with her.” You sighed, folding your arms over your chest, “So, thank you for coming to my rescue.”

“Thank you for playing the damsel in distress.” Five teased you, playfully flicking your forehead as he picked up the pace, “If things don’t work out with dad, now we have a plan B.”

“Hey, don’t let it get to your head!” You quickly yelled, rushing to catch up to him, “I still am a trained assassin!”

“And how exactly did the Handler get her hands on you, then?” Five asked, brushing off the way you absentmindedly locked your arm with his in an attempt to slow him down.

“I was baking cookies.” You slightly shrugged with an innocent smile, “And Frank Sinatra came on the radio, so of course I blasted it through the kitchen.”

“How do you survive?” Five wondered, looking down at you with a small smile on his face, watching as your lips turned to a playful pout.

Yeah... it was definitely love he felt for you.

#tua #netflix #the umbrella academy #umbrella academy #the umbrella academy x reader #umbrella academy x reader #the umbrella academy imagine #umbrella academy imagines #five hargreeves #five hargreeves x reader #five hargreeves imagine #five hargreeves imagines #number five #number five x reader

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6sakusa · 3 years

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‘8 hours’ part 2, suna rintarō.

a/n : here’s part two of 8 hours since it was highly requested <33

warnings: angst, implications of toxic relationship, vomiting.

part 3

your eyes glazed over your phone in the dead of the night as you heard the familiar buzzing sound ring throughout the room, forcing your eyes open. you weren’t exactly sleeping and you hadn’t been for the past two weeks since you had walked out on your now ex-boyfriend suna rintarō. you’d often found yourself hoping- no, praying that he was doing okay, that he wouldn’t be missing you too much and that he was holding up well. but night after night you’d find that this wasn’t the case as he’d consistently spam text or call your phone. and day after day you would ignore his messages, never bothering to call back.

this time they read ‘please talk to me, i just want to hear your voice one more time.’ and you could swear you heard your heart break in your chest. you hated not being around suna, not being able to bathe in his warmth as he pulled you closer against the bed. not being able to pester him into doing his makeup out of pure entertainment. not having him teach you how to play call of duty on his ps4. not being able to feel his lips against yours. not being able to run your fingers through his hair. all things considered you were sure that hell existed, because you were living in it.

your stomach ached dully as you struggled to swallow the lump in your throat, fighting the urge to pick up the phone and tell him every single emotion going through your head right now. how much you loved him and how badly you missed him. but alas, you knew what was better for the two of you to be apart even though the distance made you feel like you were splitting in two, it was as if one half of your soul had been torn away from you leaving a lifeless void, an abyss that was so wide you were sure it would never be filled.

you sighed grabbing your phone, biting down on your lip as you clicked down on your now ex-boyfriends contact. your breath hitched as your eyes fixated on the block button, your fingers visibly hesitating as you knew this would truly mean the end as you reminisced on your relationship with the male.

two years ago.

“here, this is the drink you like right?” suna approached you, the both of you had gone shopping in the mall after school together. his excuse was he needed to buy new kneepads and didn’t want to go alone but truly he was asking you to spend some quality time together. even though the two of you had been dating since your second year of high school and you were here with him, in your third, he still remained hesitant in expressing his feelings. this meant that you would usually initiate romance including dates.

you turned to him with a smile, inspecting the contents of the beverage as you realised he’d memorised your favourite starbucks order and you couldn’t help but chuckle along with your words of thank you. “what’s so funny?” he deadpanned knowing that you were mocking him for being some what sappy, he didn’t mind though. the truth was he was very sappy and very in love with you, regardless of if he would openly admit it or not.

“you’re just so cute rin.” you leaned in wrapping your arms around his neck, giggling as his face visibly flustered a light shade of pink. in all honesty, it wasn’t that he was necessarily nervous around you, he was more starstruck. everytime you did the littlest things he couldn’t believe that you were his. often he had wondered how he’d gotten so lucky to find you, the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen with a personality fit for his own and a shared sense of humour and interests. you were his whole world.

in a desperate attempt to divert the attention off of him he turned to peer into the window of the shop you were looking into before he had arrived. “do you like them?” he was referring to the variation of rings on display with prices that ranged from one hundred to seven thousand. some were decorated with different types of crystals and rocks and even diamonds which drove the price up by a mile. “they’re beautiful.” you whispered as your eyes glazed over the collection.

“i’ll get you one someday when i marry you.” the words slipped out of his mouth. it wasn’t his intention to think outloud but when he was around you it was almost as if he couldn’t function properly. every aspect of you was just so breathtaking to him and he couldn’t even coordinate himself properly.

you flaunted one of the biggest smiles he’d ever seen from you as you registered his words, turning to face him you brought him into an embrace so full of love that suna could feel your very emotions in that moment.

“promise me.” your voice was muffled against the fabric against his chest but he heard those two words distinctly as ever. “i promise i’ll buy one.” he chuckled against your hair, marvelling in the feeling of every strand that went between his fingers as he memorised the name of the store ‘lacrimosa’. “no, that’s not what i meant.” you pulled away, the atmosphere around the two of you growing more serious as you looked him in the eye.

“promise me you’ll marry me.”

“i promise.”

tears brimmed in your eyes at the memory, the strings of your heart were being toyed with every single time you saw his face in your mind. you weren’t sure which one of you had broke the promise, was it him for driving you away out of neglect or was it you for finally ending things? it wasn’t something that you wanted to ponder over but you couldn’t help but let your mind run wild.

you gritted your teeth, attempting to knock the thoughs out of your mind. your stomach began to twist and you grew nauseous contemplating on how the rest of your life would be without the boy you’d been in a relationship with for three years. you were sure he’d be losing his mind if he could see you now, legs weak as you ran to the bathroom, one arm clutching your stomach as the other held up your hair, body growing limp as you were sprawled out over your sink, violently vomiting with an aching throat.

this was probably the worst time to be alone, tears pricked your eyes as you wished someone, anyone.. suna could be here right now. and your wishes were granted, perhaps it wasn’t the particular person you wanted but your neighbor knocking on your door after hearing your struggle was sufficient enough for you.

you’d known her ever since you’d moved in as she greeted you with a freshly baked tray of cookies and her entire life story accompanied by a late night glass of wine. and her friend status was paying off right now as she barged into your apartment after you hadn’t replied, unable to find the strength to, if only you could voice it you could, how much you appreciated your neighbor akari suzuki.

“y/n? are you in here?” she rushed into your bedroom but was met with it empty and her wondering if she was just hearing things. but surely you wouldn’t leave your front door unlocked if you weren’t home? you weren’t usually forgetful but then again your area did have a low crime rate so it wasn’t a necessity per say. however she still contemplated over the different things that could’ve got you so distracted that you’d forget such a simplistic task.

she turned the corner of your corridor bursting into your bathroom as your eyes followed her lazily, her jaw dropped at the sight of you. “y/n whats going on? are you okay?” she asked before glancing at your sink and the realisation of how silly that question was slapped her hard and fast in the face. “oh my god.” she rushed to your side, pulling you backwards so you could pour your weight onto her instead of struggling to stay upright.

“can you walk? come, i’ll take you to the hospital.” she panicked, stabilising your body with hers at your lack of responses. even though you could hear her talking her voice was just so muffled in your mind, you couldn’t distinctly understand what she was saying, and at this point you were barely on grips with reality. but one thing you did understand is how much you appreciated akari indeed.

a/n: heYY my loves <3 originally i hadn’t necessarily planned to write a part two for this piece, but since you guys wanted one i have delivered. now there’s definitely going to be more than two parts and i’m kinda considering turning this into a mini series but i’m not sure yet.

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techni-kolor · 3 years

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The Celestial's Kiss

"Nureyev? You alright in there?"

There was another harsh gag, then a splatter.

"Fine, fine." Nureyev's typically silky voice sounded nearly ground raw and the words were practically overtaken with the agonized groaning he was repressing.

Juno hesitated.

"You know, healthy people don't typically puke up their dinner– or whatever the hell you've been eating since you haven't come to any meals."

"It's just a minor discomfort, my dear. I'll be–"

The words were cut off by another wracking gag, the sound of it horrific even through the aluminum barrier of the door.

"Nureyev?"

"I'm fine, Juno."

"You're not." Juno dragged a hand through the mess of his curls. "You've been looking sick for days, Nureyev. And now you're tossing cookies like there's a competition for it– despite the fact that literally no one else on this fishbowl is fighting the stomach flu of the century."

"I assure you, I'm quite alright."

The door swung open abruptly, Nureyev's ghostly pale form stumbling out from the bathroom and nearly crashing into bed frame in his haste to sit.

Juno stared after him.

Peter's typically tanned skin was ashen except for the vicious flush overtaking his cheekbones, the rest of his face washed out as if he had been drained of any and all of his usual vivacity. Even his hair appeared limp, flat with grease and tousled from the vomiting. He sat slumped over the blankets, his body shuddering with a wracking chill and his eyes– typically as sharp and as bright as onyxes– dull and hazy.

"You're not, though."

Nureyev dragged his head up the few scant inches from where it had fallen to his chest. "I ate something that had gone off slightly. It would be far from the first time."

"And kept eating it every day for the past week?"

"I do have more sense than that, Juno; give me just a modicum of credit."

Juno frowned. "So, why is it still in your system?"

Nureyev let out a harsh sigh. "Must you always pry?"

"When it leads to you ralphing in my toilet for hours at a time– yeah, I do."

A low whine escaped Nureyev's throat and his dark eyes clenched shut, a hand pressed harshly against his abdomen.

"Nureyev?"

"A second, if you please, dear."

Juno frowned deeper. "This doesn't have anything to do with that shady looking cocktail you bolted down during the San Skrit heist on Friday, right?"

Nureyev's dark eyes flashed from where they were barely cracked open. "No. I don't believe it does."

Juno stared down at him– the pallor of his skin, the faint chattering of his teeth, the oddly stiff way he had been moving as if needles were jammed into every connecting point in his body.

"No, it does, doesn't it?" He asked slowly. "You were fine 'til then. And now you're all shivery and sweating through half my blankets."

"I do apologize for soiling your bedding, dear. If you'd like me to replace it, I will."

Juno shook his head sharply, the pieces of the unpleasant puzzle abruptly slotting themselves together in his brain. "Nope. You're not getting out of this; you downed that drink and it made you sick somehow. Is there anything you're allergic to?"

"Only costume jewelry."

"Are you serious?"

Nureyev wheezed out a faint chuckle, his hand still bolted against his stomach. "Yes, actually. Cheap metals will cause me to react rather violently if I attempt to wear them."

"Figures." Juno muttered. "I assume there wasn't any nickel in that drink, though?"

The strained grin faded from Nureyev's cheeks. "I do believe that would have made it entirely undrinkable as opposed to mostly."

"Mostly?" Juno raised a stiff eyebrow. "What else was in it?"

"You know, I do so love it when you start on a deduction spiel, my dear."

"Nureyev."

"Yes, right." Nureyev let out a heavy exhale. "It was laced with a rather potent poison, an Outer Rim special some might say. The rest of the galaxy merely calls it The Celestial's Kiss."

"Celestial's Kiss?" Juno parroted, the words sparking an old flickering memory. "That isn't–"

Nureyev nodded stiffly. "It is."

"No offense, Nureyev, but how are you still alive? Never mind still standing."

"Well, I am sitting right now, Juno."

Juno gawked.

One case– decades ago– had featured a minuscule drop of the poison. It had been a shimmering powder blue, inconspicuous and innocuous, but wielded by a scorned lover, the tiny vile of liquid had left four people dead within hours and had him chasing tails of leads that flickered around the city like birds of paradise. Ones that had left a slash through his shoulder and instilled a healthy fear of the shimmery droppers.

"Juno?" Nureyev murmured.

"Yeah?" Juno wrenched himself from the memory. "Just– how are you still functional?"

"If I remember right, you've been telling me how sick I look all night, dear."

"Some dark circles aren't anything compared to being dead, Nureyev."

"I'm inclined to agree." Nureyev nodded again stiffly, a hint of a smirk tugging at his pale lips even as they contorted into another grimace of pain.

Juno frowned at the grimace. "Shouldn't I be getting Vespa or something?"

"No, no. That won't be necessary."

Juno let out his own weighty sigh. "Won't be necessary?"

"I'm familiar enough with the effects to get through them on my own, Juno. With your graciousness in allowing me to use your bathroom, that is."

Juno stared incredulously at Nureyev's sweat slicked face. Even visibly biting back a groan, his signature smirk was still painted across his lips and his dark eyes were glowing dimly under the thick fog of his fever.

"Nureyev, that stuff can kill a fully grown adult in less than two hours and you've had it in your system for at least a week."

"I'm well aware, Juno."

"Then, why the hell aren't you doing anything about it?"

Nureyev raised one stiff brow. "Who says that I'm not?"

"Dripping sweat on my ratty sheets and snarking at me isn't exactly seeking appropriate medical care, Nureyev."

Nureyev's jaw clenched around another groan and he visibly tensed.

"If you'd prefer I left, that can easily be arranged."

"I'd prefer if you did something about being poisoned, Nureyev. I've seen what The Kiss can do to people. It isn't pretty." Juno snapped, his chest constricting fiercely around the words as they wrenched themselves from the ball of panic lodged in his stomach and flew into the air in an embarrassingly shaky yell.

Nureyev's face softened so suddenly Juno nearly mistook it for him falling unconscious. "Juno."

"What?"

"I'm not the same as the others you've seen."

"Cause you're the great Peter Nureyev? That's not gonna save you from biology, honey."

"I know, my dear." Nureyev said quietly. "I'm not like them because I'm not Martian."

"I'm not seeing how the zip code you put on your taxes is at all relevant here, Nureyev."

"It's relevant because I have a tolerance."

"A tolerance." Juno repeated flatly. "To a deadly chemical."

"I think you forget where I grew up, Juno. I have a tolerance to a great many things that no human should ever be able to withstand. A few drops of Celestial's Kiss is far from deadly to a native Brahman; much less one who is as seasoned as I am with evading poisoning attempts. I do hope you noticed that I took only as many sips as was polite, and not an ounce more."

Juno's memory dredged up an image of Nureyev's glass– suspiciously cloudy, but the odd tint to it still filling the cup far after the man would have typically finished any form of liquor on their heists.

"Still, you've been puking for hours. Days, probably. Why not at least get some antiemetics or something from Vespa so you aren't heaving your guts up every two hours?"

Nureyev's face drained into an even starker shade of pale at the phrasing, but he shook his head. "No, no."

He paused, his fingertips digging near violently into his stomach, until he was finally able to draw in a sharp, pursed breath. "I should be dead now, Juno."

"All the more reason to get some meds, Nureyev."

"No, Juno." Nureyev repeated insistently. "I should be dead."

"And if you're not, she's gonna know something's up." Juno muttered, the realization smacking him in the face of Peter's predicament.

"At the very least." Nureyev sighed. "She likely would be able to ascertain much, much more than that. There aren't many places where Celestial's Kiss is a commonality, and fewer still where it is prevalent enough to allow for a tolerance to be built without severe consequences. I can't risk her knowing my home planet to ease some momentary discomfort."

"I think this might be a bit more than momentary, Nureyev."

"This has been a particularly long bout. I can admit that, yes."

Nureyev let out another faint whine with the words, his deep baritone edging up into a plaintive register and the pain carving itself into his delicate features.

"Alright, then what can I do?"

Nureyev blinked rapidly. "Pardon me?"

"What can I do to help without anything from the medbay or Vespa? I can't just let you suffer like this, especially when the sheets you're sweating all over are mine and not those fancy silk ones you're always bragging about."

"I thought I mentioned being willing to procure new ones for you only a few minutes ago."

"You can do that when you can stand for longer than ten minutes without losing whatever you managed to cram down for lunch. Or doubling over in pain every two seconds."

"Touché, my dear." Nureyev chuckled weakly. "I fear there isn't much to be done for this process, however. It simply needs to run its course."

"Then, I'll run with it."

"Juno, I'm afraid if you wanted to try and kill me, you've missed several far more efficient moments than this."

"Not like that." Juno huffed, rolling one eye at Nureyev's theatrics– even while the thief gasped yet again in what appeared to be near agony. "What I meant is– I'll stay with you. Get cool clothes or something, or more water, whatever you need. Just because you can't tell Vespa what's going on doesn't mean I can't be here for you."

"Oh, Juno." Nureyev murmured. "That is quite the act of chivalry."

"Well, do one for yourself and stop using words like 'chivalry' when you're halfway to burning out of your skin and I'll consider the debt paid in full."

"Completely understood." Nureyev grinned faintly, his eyes fluttering as another wave of pain creased his eyelids shut. "Juno?"

"Yeah, Nureyev?"

"Do you think you could possibly lay here, just for a bit, with me?"

Juno paused. "You don't want a washcloth or some of that fizzy ginger stuff that Rita likes from the kitchen?"

One of Nureyev's bleary eyes cracked open and he reached out one damp palm in a clear invitation. "I just want you."

"Well, then, I guess I can make that happen."

Juno slid carefully across the sheets– the material of them distinctly moist from sweat and the faint streaks of tears that had forced their way from under Nureyev's lashes.

"Is this alright?" He carefully curled himself around the thief in a reversal of their typical position, his arms around Nureyev's trembling shoulders and his legs bracketing a pair of longer, slender ones as they shook with the residual nausea.

"This is perfect, my love." Nureyev murmured.

"Do you think maybe you could sleep for a while? Nap off some of that stuff so it gets out of your system faster than you throwing it up? It might spare you a few hours of this if you can spend it unconscious."

"I think with you here, I could try."

"Alright." Juno whispered, carefully dragging a hand through Nureyev's slick hair and pressing him just a fraction tighter against his chest.

"I was serious about some of the ginger stuff for later. Rita gave me some for a migraine, and I swear, even though the pain didn't go away, I could look at the lights without feeling like my stomach was seven stories up. It felt like magic or something."

Nureyev's only answer was a faint snore, his jaw cracked open a fraction and his dark lashes brushing against the darker circles under his eyes where he had already fallen asleep.

Juno let out a soft chuckle, then carefully stroked the hand back through Peter's damp bangs, the soft halo of them undoubtedly spreading salt and grime all over his sheets, but the comfort finally allowing him to rest peacefully as the poison eked its way out of his system.

Juno pressed a kiss to his blistering forehead, and let his own eyes slip closed.

It wasn't as if he had been allowed much rest by Nureyev's illness either, and the peaceful rise of fall of his chest was far too soothing to stay awake.

#sickfic #TPP #peter nureyev #Juno Steel #Fic #whump fic

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marrys-dream-world · 3 years

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you drank so much sunlight you’re drowning in it

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Summary: When Marinette agreed to pretend to be Adrien's girlfriend so he could throw his father off the scent of his actual girlfriend, Ladybug, she didn't think anything could go wrong during the span of one dinner. Turns out she was wrong, of course. Fortunately, there's always a friendly cat looking out for her.

Notes: Guess who was inspired? This is a companion piece to “lovers alone wear sunlight”, but can be read as a stand alone.

One lesson that Marinette had to learn quickly after becoming Ladybug was that there was always a chance of even the best made plans going sideways.

So when she slept through her alarm, had to rush into getting dressed for class, dumped salt instead of sugar in her coffee and tried to eat her croissant so fast before class started that she choked and had to be escorted to the infirmary by a worried Alya, she tried to not see it as an omen of what was to come. She held her head high and soldiered on through the day with her mismatched shoes and mouth tasting like a mix of salt and bitterness, not letting any of it bother her.

She did have one weakness, however.

“Marinette, can I talk to you?” There it was. Suddenly, her knees felt weak.

Be still, my beating heart. She scolded.

Adrien had rushed to ask her as soon as Ms. Bustier finished the class for lunch, drawing the attention of everyone else in the room. At that, he flushed and figdted on the spot.

“Alone?” He added quietly, doing a decent job at ignoring the way their classmates leaned in.

“I- hum, yeah, I mean, yeah.” She said eloquently, feeling her neck burn. “Won’t you home at lunch? No, lunch at home? E-eat lunch at home? Today?”

“Not today, no.” He said. He casually put his hand on her shoulder and leaned in to whisper in her ear. She wondered if he could hear her heartbeat. “I need your help.”

Wasn’t that a bucket of cold water?

She straightened up. “Of course! C’mon.”

Marinette grasped his wrist in one hand and her backpack in another, pulling a stunned Adrien from the classroom. She caught a glimpse of her classmate’s knowing smile, Alya’s confused face, Chloe trying to pretend she wasn’t watching and Lila looking contemplative. She took him to a classroom that was usually empty around lunch time, something she knew from always needing a handy place to transform to fight akumas like Lunch Lady.

“No one comes here at this hour.” She reassured him and he relaxed against a table. “No one will overhear or anything.”

My father said that he heard it from a “reliable source from school”. He had told Ladybug, the day before. I think there’s someone spying on me for him.

“Marinette, I… Wow, this is awkward.” Adrien said, putting his hands in his pockets and kicking the air in front of him.

“Take your time.” She said. It sure wasn’t an easy tale to tell.

“Okay, this will sound really weird, but let me finish: father told me yesterday that he knows I’m dating someone and I told him you’re my secret girlfriend.” He started, tensing up again. When she just raised an eyebrow and nodded, he went on. “I panicked. I do have a girlfriend, but I can’t introduce her to my father due to some personal reason, but he wouldn’t accept that. And I can’t deny it because, apparently, everyone says I’m ‘obviously lovesick’ and my father wouldn’t believe otherwise.”

Well, there’s her confirmation that he read through the “Lovesick Agreste: is Paris’ biggest teenager bachelor off the market?” articles. Not that anyone in class hadn’t noticed his sighs and blushes and random daydreaming. She liked to think she was more subtle than that.

“So I told him it was you because you’re one of my best friends and he likes you a lot!” Hearing it for a second time doesn’t make the idea that Gabriel Agreste likes her any less surreal. “But now he wants to meet you for dinner today and I know it’s a lot to ask, but will you pretend to be my girlfriend? Just for today?”

Marinette stared at him for a moment. She had known the full story almost as soon as it happened, Adrien spilling it and his plan for dinner to Ladybug the night before. It had given her time to prepare and she was grateful, having no idea how she would react if he had caught her blindsided. But it was still weird watching it play out, like the merging of an outsider perspective and her own.

“Can I ask a question?” She managed to croak out. There was really only one answer she wanted.

Adrien twitched. “Y-yes, of course.”

“This girl… does she make you happy?”

Adrien looked straight into her eyes and answered solemnly. “Deliriously happy.”

Marinette couldn’t hold back the grin that took over her face.

“Let’s do this, then!” Her heart was swelling so much she thought it would burst out of her chest. “Adrien Agreste, I’ll be your fake girlfriend!”

The beaming smile she received made it worth it already. She just had to be discreet about it.

“Soooo… What did Adrien want to talk about?” Alíx asked, a teasing grin on her face that was matched by Mylene, Rose and Juleka. They had crowdened her desk as soon as class let out.

“He just wanted help with… homework.” Marinette word-vomited. Alya paused on putting her things away to facepalm.

“Marinette, it’s okay, you don’t need to pretend.” Mylene said calmly, which only confused her.

“Pretend to what?”

Rose laughed. “We know you’re dating Adrien.”

Marinette.exe has stopped working.

“You know what?”

“We understand you’re trying to keep it a secret, but you’re not exactly subtle. You both keep daydreaming in class and smiling and blushing.” Juleka pointed out. Fine, maybe she wasn’t as subtle as she thought. “It’s okay, we won’t tell anyone.”

There’s nothing to tell! She wanted to scream.

We aren’t dating at all. Are you guys crazy? She wanted to deny.

Then, something in her mind clicked.

“You guys figured me out.” Marinette said, injecting a proportionate amount of defeat into her voice. Distantly, she heard Alya choke. “Adrien and I are dating…”

The four girls cheered.

“... but we were keeping it a secret because his father is, you know. “ They all nodded, including Alya. Unfortunately, they did know Gabriel Agreste. “But he figured it out and now I’m going to have dinner at his house today.”

Rose and Alya let out high pitched screams for two very different reasons.

“Oh, Marinette, you’re formally meeting your in-laws, this is serious!” Rose chirped. Marinette decided to focus on that instead of Alya’s murderous eyes. “We have to give you a makeover!”

“Great idea!” Marinette shouted, jumping up from her seat and avoiding Alya’s hand that was trying to claw into her arm. “Everyone is invited to my house today!”

Sorry, Alya. She thought as the other girls started to talk over each other as Alya silently fumed. But I can’t have this conversation right now.

She did regret that decision, eventually.

Between Alíx’s surprisingly accurate tips on how rich people ate dinner and which fork to absolutely not use for salad, Juleka’s makeup tips and Rose and Mylene’s debates on which outfit suited her the best, Marinette is left even more nervous. It doesn’t help that Alya spends the whole time sitting in the corner, just staring at Marinette. Even when Marinette brings out her favorite tart as a peace offering, Alya eats it, paper mold and all, while staring deeply into her eyes.

It was incredibly unsettling.

“Ta-da!” Rose chirps, presenting a dolled up Marinette to her four-people audience. They all clapped.

Marinette looked into the mirror. She could admit she looked amazing, make up well-done and outfit impeccable. But at what cost?

“Our baby is all grown up.” Alíx said, wiping a fake tear from her cheek. “She even knows how to use forks now.”

She swallowed back a sob. After Marinette misused the fish fork for the eleventh time, Alíx had taken to ripping an Adrien picture everytime she got it wrong. She learned pretty quickly after that.

“Great work, girls.” Alya said, her first words in three hours. She got up from the chair and clasped her hands. “Now, Mama Alya needs to have a word alone with her daughter.”

“Of course!” Mylene said, finishing putting the rest of Marinette’s clothes away.

As the girls left, Marinette looked longingly at her window and only stopped thinking of escaping, halfway through a plan, when she saw the look on Alya’s face.

“So, peach really brings out my complexion, huh? Or maybe Juleka is just that good with makeup.” She tried.

Tikki, coming out of her hiding place, sighed.

“Marinette, that’s the dumbest thing you’ve ever done.”

“What? I think I had worse makeup looks before.”

“Marinette.”

She winced. “In my defense, I don’t think this makes it into the top 10 dumbest things I’ve ever done.”

“Why did you tell the girls you’re dating Adrien?”

“Because I am dating Adrien.”

“Ladybug is dating Adrien.” And by Alya’s tone, her opinion hasn’t improved on that either.

“And Marinette is helping Adrien throw off his father from that by pretending to be his girlfriend.” Marinette said, then, at Alya dumbfounded look, made jazz hands and added a weak: “Ta-da.”

“Tikki.” Alya said, voice restraining a mix of frustration and desperation. “Why do you let Marinette do dumb stuff like this?”

Tikki swallowed a whole cookie. “I don’t control the speed in which Marinette does dumb stuff.”

“Hey!”

“Why not?”

“I’m still here, you know?”

Tikki and Alya’s combo stare shut her up.

“How do you get yourself in these situations?” Alya asked, helplessly.

“Welcome to my life.” Tikki said, offering Alya a cookie. They toasted before biting into their perspective treats.

“It’s not that bad.” Marinette said. Neither gave her a response.

The Agrestes sent her a car to take her to dinner.

Alya and her parents sent her off. Her, on her tenth fruit tart and judging-and-supportive-at-the-same-time stare, and them, her mother comforting her crying father that wailed that “his little girl had grown up”. The three of them demanded at least fifty pictures before they let her go. She loved her family, but the quiet ride there was a respite to gather her thoughts and calm down enough to not make a fool of herself.

So, of course, when she got to the house and saw Adrien in a carefully styled outfit and his father waiting for her on the top of the stairs, she tripped on her heels and was only saved by falling into the hard concrete by the Gorilla’s grip on the back of her dress.

“Marinette.” Adrien said adoringly as she reached the top of the stairs, cheeks flushed and eyes shining.

He could be an actor if he wanted. She thought, dazed, as she took the hand he offered her.

“Good evening, Ms. Dupain-Cheng.” Gabriel Agreste said, nodding at her.

“Good evening, Mr. Agreste.” She responded, managing to keep her voice from trembling.

The dining room was excessive, much bigger than she thought it would be needed for a three-people dinner. Adrien, like a gentleman, held her hand till she was seated and sent her a fond look. She barely managed an awkward smile back. It was weird, trying to pretend to be in love with Adrien when she was in love with. Hell, they were dating, he just didn’t know that. Would he recognize her lovesick look as the same he got from Ladybug? That the way their hands fit together was familiar? These questions wouldn’t leave her mind.

“Ms. Dupain-Cheng, that’s an interesting dress you’re wearing.” Mr. Agreste said as the first course was served. Marinette’s hands immediately went for the right fork as the sound of paper ripping ringed in her ears. “Care to say where you got it?”

“I, uh, designed it myself.” She said, gesturing vaguely. “It’s a new piece.”

“Marinette is a very talented designer.” Adrien said and she puffed up a little, chest full of pride.

“I was not speaking to you, Adrien.” His father said curtly and the light in her boyfriend’s eyes dimmed.

Ah, another reason she wasn’t looking forward to dinner. All of Adrien's friends know him as a very strict and overprotective man, but Ladybug, as Adrien’s girlfriend and constant secret visitor to the Agreste Mansion, knew better. She saw how he constantly put Adrien down, berating him for the slightest mistake and made him cancel plans last minute because of missed notes on a piano performance. Adrien was genuinely scared of his father and if Marinette wasn’t doing this whole thing to help him, she would dump the bowl of hot soup she was now sipping on his father’s lap.

“But you’re right. The dress is craftily-made.” Mr. Agreste said. “You’re looking for a future in the fashion scene, right, Ms. Dupain-Cheng?”

“Yes, that’s actually why Adrien and I are dating in secret.” She said, noticing the glint in his eyes. “We don't want anyone to think I’m using him to climb up the scene or anything like that.”

“An admirable effort.” He said and Adrien beamed at her. He really had the prettiest smile in the world, it never failed to raise butterflies in her stomach. “Tell me more about your dress. How did you choose the material?”

The main course continued like that, Marinette and Mr. Agreste talking about fashion and Adrien’s interjections now being welcomed. She got enough pointers and constructive criticisms that her hands itched for a notebook to write it all down. Adrien looked incredibly happy, throwing her sunshine-filled gazes and grasping at her hands every time he wanted to punctuate a sentence.

I love him. She thought.

Of course, that’s why it went south before dessert.

“Ms. Dupain-Cheng, I must admit that you’re an admirable young woman.” Mr. Agreste said and she allowed her feeling of pride to swell, before he popped it like a balloon at his next words: “And completely unfit for the Agreste Brand image.”

“What?” Adrien and Marinette shouted at the same time, shocked.

“No matter your intentions, the media will see this as a young designer trying to get an advantage in the industry by dating the heir to a fashion empire.” He said simply.

“But it’s not true!” Marinette blurted out.

“It doesn’t matter.” He dismissed, before continuing, voice cruel: “There’s also the problem of your background.”

It felt like someone scooped out Marinette’s stomach and filled the empty space with ice.

“M-my background?”

“Father…” Adrien started, surprisingly firm.

“You’re a baker’s daughter, Ms. Dupain-Cheng, hardly worthy of the Agreste name.” Mr Agreste said, like it wasn’t breaking her heart. “You two have to break up before this… fling tarnishes the family image.”

“Father!” Adrien said, sounding more serious than she ever heard him. “How can you even say something like that?”

Marinette felt like she was underwater, everything felt muffled and Adrien and his father sounded like they were both far away. This couldn’t be happening to her.

“I… have to go.” She said, getting up from her chair. “I’m sorry, Adrien.”

She left, ignoring Adrien’s calls of her name and running into the streets. Her feet hurt from her shoes, so she stepped into an alley and opened her bag, deaf to Tikki’s reassurances and transformed quickly. She swung through the city before detransforming near her house and coming in the front door, her parents excited inquiries quickly giving away to fretting that left her wrapped in blankets in her room with a tub of ice cream on her lap and a worried Tikki on her hair.

Thank god Alya already left. Marinette thought. If one more person looked at her with a pitying gaze, she would scream.

“I’m fine, Tikki. I’m not sad.” It was true, her whole body just felt numb. There wasn’t room for anything else. “I just want to be alone for a moment.”

With that, she climbed up to her balcony, leaving Tikki alone with a phone that was buzzing with dozens of unseen messages.

The cold air nipped at her skin, but she refused to go down and get more blankets. She stared unseeing at the blinking lights of the city. She wanted to stay there and watch them. She wanted to fly through them. Neither felt like enough, so she closed her eyes.

“What’s upsetting such a pretty lady on a pretty night like this?”

She snapped her head to the side at the sound of that voice. A voice she hadn’t heard directed at her since…

“You could at least pretend that you actually think I’m your partner and trust me , how about that?!”

“Chat Noir…” She gasped, hungrily driking in his messy blond hair and grinning mouth that didn’t hide worried his cat-like eyes were.

Eyes that wouldn’t look into hers since the fight where he found out she told someone her identity and the issues that spiraled from that.

“Hey, Marinette.” He said, sitting down beside her. “So?”

She tilted her head. “So what?”

“What got you so upset?”

“I-I’m not upset.” She said, a tremble escaping into her voice.

He raised a hand to her cheek, touching gently. She watched, entranced.

“You’re crying.” Chat Noir said, soflty.

“Oh.” Marinette said and it was like a dam broke.

Chat Noir held her as she sobbed, huge tears rolling down her red face as her body trembled. It should feel weird, they only met as Marinette and Chat Noir a handful of times, but her heart knew her partner and could never feel anything but safe in his arms.

“It’s okay, princess.” He said, the nickname falling easily from his tongue. “Cry all you need.”

And she did, until it seemed like she had, finally, run out.

“S-sorry.” She mumbled against his shoulder.

“You have nothing to be sorry for.” He reassured, stroking her hair. “Do you want to talk about what happened?”

She sat up, detangling herself from his arms. His eyes flashed with something that she couldn’t quite place.

“I went out to help a friend and it ended up pretty badly.” Marinette said, wiping her cheeks with her blanket.

“Did you two have a fight?” He asked, oddly subdued.

“Not exactly, it’s not really his fault but… I don’t want to talk to my friend right now.”

Because how could she even begin to explain that it wasn’t Adrien’s fault, but she couldn’t bear to see his face right now? That it was a fake date, but the fact that his father wouldn’t approve of her even if it was real broke her heart? That it wasn’t because of anything she could change and didn’t want to change, anyway, but her essence itself? To look at the guilty face of her friend, her secret boyfriend, wouldn’t help her at all.

“I understand.”

“Because of you and Ladybug?” The words left her mouth before she could think them through.

His eyes narrowed. “What do you mean me and Ladybug?”

“I-I, erm.” She swallowed heavily. “I mean, Alya said you two are probably fighting, since you are going on all-solo patrols and have been kinda stiff during akuma fights.”

He deflated. “I didn’t see anything on the Ladyblog.”

“She wouldn’t put ammunition for Shadow Moth on the Ladyblog.” She defended. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“I… don’t know?” He looked genuinely confused. “I haven’t really talked about this with anyone but my kwami.”

She was surprised he said that, before realizing he thought she knew what a kwami was because of Mullo and her time as Multimouse.

“You can vent if you want. You already saw me being all, you know.” She gestured vaguely at herself. “Just say as much as you want.”

“Ladybug and I did have a fight. We don’t let it interfere with our job or anything, but our friendship is kinda on the rocks right.” He said quietly, cat ears dropping. “I can’t tell you why, but sometimes it just feels like I’m not important to her.”

“Of course you are!” She exclaimed, protests falling automatically from her mouth like on hero discussion day at school.

(She was officially banned from debates after she made a student that said Chat Noir sucked cry.)

“Am I really?” He chuckled, self-deprecating. “Everyone thinks Ladybug is the best. I don’t blame them, they’re right. But when they call me a sidekick, they might just be right. She doesn’t see me as her partner, she doesn’t trust me.”

His voice cracked at the end and she wrapped him in her arms.

“You won’t let me help you, Ladybug.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” She said, holding back tears as it was his turn to cry.

He laughed wetly. “Why? It’s not your fault.”

But it is. “I’m still sorry.”

“It's just… I love her.” He said and it ached. “I love her so much but I don’t think she cares about me half as much as I care about her.”

“Of course she does.” Marinette said, but her words sounded weak even to her own ears.

“She doesn’t.” He answered, simply.

“I wish… I wish I could make her love you.” She said, surprising him and herself so much it startled a laugh out of him.

“There’s no need for that, I’m not mad she doesn’t love me like this or anything.” Chat Noir said, honestly. “I just want to know she cares.”

“She cares.” Marinette defended fiercely. “I care.”

His eyes softened. “That means a lot to me, princess.”

Then he took her hand, mindful of his claws, and squeezed. Together, they watched the lights until she fell asleep.

Her heart felt full.

#Marinette Dupain-Cheng #adrien agreste #chat noir #ladybug #ml fic #my stuff #adrinette #marichat #fake dating #you drank so much sunlight you're drowning in it #lovers alone wear sunlight #companion piece

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brandstifter-sys · 4 years

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Pup

Word Count: 1922 (Ao3)

Pairing: Dukexiety

Characters: Remus, Roman, Virgil

Rating: T

Warnings: food, innuendo

Remus gets turned into a dog and the only way to break the curse is true love’s kiss. So he’s ready to live as a pooch. Until he encounters Virgil and learns something new.

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When she wasn't planning for their next LARP session, or trying to defeat the prince in said sessions, the Dragon Witch was actually quite a lovely lady. She kept the imagination running smoothly for the twins when Thomas needed them. She was fun, and usually up for brainstorming sessions. But it wasn't all that rare that the brothers pissed her off, usually Remus. That's why he was in this predicament.

There was something about being tiny that really unsettled the unsettling duke. But Remus couldn't let a little discomfort stop him from getting to the kitchen! He trotted through the common area, his fluffy tail bouncing over his haunches, hoping that no one else was around to see him at this hour.

The kitchen was in his sights but his blood ran cold when he smelled someone in there with turkey cold cuts. He sneezed and went for it, no one would know it was really him so he could handle some baby talk if it meant he could steal a sandwich.

"What the—" Virgil said as the telltale sound of claws tapping on the floor caught his attention. He turned around from the counter and his jaw dropped.

"He needs to take better care of his pets," he sighed and squatted, holding out his hand. Remus stepped forward and sniffed his hand, just to keep up the act.

"How'd you get out, little guy? Did Princey forget to close his door?" Virgil asked in a calm voice. Remus couldn't help but growl. Just because he was a small white puffball did not mean he was Roman's! He made tiny dogs all the time, and not just the three-headed ones!

"Easy, Pup. Are you with Remus?" Virgil asked and leaned back just a bit. Remus wagged his tail and yipped moving so he could paw at the emo's leg. He wanted food!

Virgil smirked and scooped him up with one hand, cradling him to his chest. Remus wagged his tail and licked his cheek as he got up.

"Alright, alright," Virge giggled, "You're as bad as the duke! And just for that–" he turned and grabbed a few pieces of lunch meat from the counter, "–you can have four pieces of turkey instead of three."

Remus happily ate the food when Virge brought it to his face. His tail was going nuts and he was ready to kiss that emo over and over, in a puppy kind of way. Mostly.

"I'll let you have some more in a bit. I'm not up for cleaning up vomit," Virgil said and picked up his sandwich. He took a bite and carried his new buddy to the common area and sat on the couch. He let go of Remus and turned on the TV.

"So do you have a name, Pup?" he asked and took another bite of his sandwich. Remus stared up at him and let out a confused whine. Virgil paid it no mind and put the Twilight Zone on.

"I guess you aren't one of the talking dogs, huh?" Virgil said and mindlessly pet the dog on his lap. Remus practically melted at the touch, no wonder dogs went nuts for pets!

He lost track of time, floating in the bliss from human contact. He was comfy, curled up against Virgil's tummy, partly covered by the emo's hoodie. Remus didn't even realize he was drifting off to the sound of the show's theme music until it stopped and something cool and delicious bumped his nose.

"Still hungry?" Virgil asked and bumped the last bit of sandwich against his nose. Remus sniffed it and snatched it, gobbling it up without ceremony.

"Damn, doesn't the duke feed you?" Virgil huffed and resituated them so he was laying on his side with the doggy duke pressed against his chest.

Remus could hear his heartbeat, slow and relaxed. He always did like hearing it, being close to Virgil. They were best friends before Virgil left and maybe Remus realized that Virgil meant so much more than that to him. He was just thrilled to be on speaking terms with him again, so this situation was heavenly.

"I shouldn't doubt him like that. He loves his creations and babies you guys," Virgil sighed and idly stroked his fur. Remus let out a pitiful whine and crawled towards his face.

"Yeah, your buddy Remus is a good guy. He takes care of the things he really loves and he's so upbeat. You're lucky to be one of his, he'll treat you right, even if he's a little eccentric," Virgil yawned and let his eyes fall shut. He was unfairly pretty.

Remus yipped and inched closer, heart hammering in his ears. Virgil wasn't the guy who gave out compliments readily, especially about him. He licked Virgil's nose and cuddled closer.

"I like you too, Pup. You're a sweet little guy, just like him," he mused and wrapped his arm around the dog, "but at least I can tell you aren't secretly just trying to get in my pants."

Remus lowered his ears and whined, licking his cheek sadly. He was horny and flirty, sure, but he cared about Virgil! He didn't just want to get at that sweet, sweet ass! He wanted to have quiet moments like this too!

Virgil lazily pushed him back by the snout and snorted, "Too much, Puppy. It's alright, I just have to get over my feelings before I let him try anything. It's not easy, he's such a great guy—energetic and upbeat, and sure he's unsettling sometimes, but he gets me. He knows how to shock me out of my panicking and he always manages to cheer me up when I'm down. I get all mushy when he smiles at me with this one calm grin he's got and I keep throwing insults because he makes me nervous. It's stupid how much I just want to hold him when he isn't interested in me that way. I'm an idiot for falling for my best friend and rambling about it to a dog I just met."

Remus blinked up at him cutely, trying to will his eyes open with his mind. He needed Virgil to look at him! He would find a way to get Virgil to see that he wanted that too, that Virge wasn't an idiot—okay maybe he was for falling for the duke, but he was the good kind of idiot!

Virgil didn't spare him a glance. Instead he scooped up the little dog and rolled onto his back. Remus squirmed in his grasp and managed to escape.

"He has feelings for me!" Remus thought and stared at that sleepy emo. That snarky witty man was so important to him. He just wanted to kiss him all over and cling to him like a koala. Since he couldn't do that, he settled for giving him a few licks on the cheek and nose before settling down to sleep. He was happily surprised when Virgil leaned up and kissed his nose.

"Don't tell anyone about that," he mumbled, "Can't let anyone think I went soft." Remus laughed in his head and got cozy. He wouldn't tell a soul not when he was special enough to see this side of Virgil.

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"Well isn't this precious!"

Remus grunted and blinked away the remnants of sleep. He sent a half-hearted glare at the source of the cooing, and growled. Roman was standing there, more amused by his reaction.

"You know, when she said she turned you into a dog I had no idea that her curse would be lifted so quickly!"

"Lifted?" Remus grumbled, and froze. He could speak again! And someone was hugging him!

"Yes! And now you're snuggling your true love! That would be the only way to break the curse, mind you, and I have never seen something so precious! And I've seen Janus blepping!" the prince practically squealed.

"True love? Who the hell would—?" Remus grumbled and checked to see who he was sleeping on. His face heated up at the sight of one incredibly peaceful emo. That's who the hell would love him.

"Oh shit that wasn't just a dream!" he yelped, making Virgil hold him tighter. He squirmed and thrashed and escaped, only to fall on the floor with a thud.

"What the hell?!" Virgil shouted and sat up abruptly. He took in his surroundings and his eyes landed on the happy prince.

"Where is he?" Virgil snarled. Roman shrugged, despite his shit-eating grin.

"Who are you looking for?"

"Don't pull that shit, Roman. The Bichon Frise from Remus' side. Where is he?!"

"He's on the floor, trying to process the implications of certain circumstances," Roman hummed, "So I'll let you two work things out while I make breakfast." He skipped off while Virge looked at the floor. Remus was on his back, staring at the ceiling in shock.

"Okay so were you able to tell me you were a dog or did you just want to get too close?"

"I couldn't talk. It was a curse," Remus said distantly, "A fairytale curse." He looked at Virgil, eyes wide and anticipating the worst. The emo's face twisted in thought and he studied the duke. Remus was flustered and in shock, and it took a lot to shock him.

Oh.

Oh!

"Don't consider this an invitation to makeout whenever," he huffed and swung his legs around so his feet touched the ground. Remus blinked as Virge hoisted him up and cradled him on his lap.

"True love is weird," Remus mumbled, stunned and thrilled to be in those strong arms.

"So are you, Pup. But are you sure it's that?"

"I hope so! You gave me your sandwich and cuddled me and you said those things about me! And I kinda have a giant heart boner for you! And a regular one! You have no idea how many horrible horrible things I would go through for you! I miss you so much and it hurts and I just want to be disgustingly sappy with you and then suck your—"

"You mean it?" Virge asked shyly and looked away. It made Remus incredibly soft.

"Yeah. Every word, Scare Bear," he said, "I didn't think you would be into me like that. I'm a mess and a menace. I was gonna keep my trap shut but then you told me all that stuff last night!" Virge winced and hid his face in his hands.

"I won't tell a soul," Remus breathed and hugged his emo, "as long as you don't tell Patton I ate the cookie dough he left in the fridge."

"That was mine, you ass," Virgil scoffed and hugged him back.

"And it was as sweet and mouth watering as you!" he giggled, "and I won't tell a soul about that too, in exchange for a smooch!"

Virge snorted and leaned away from the hug. Remus stared at him questioningly and wiggled his mustache at the darker eyeshadow under Virgil's eyes. What did he have to be anxious about?

And then Virge cupped his cheek and sighed, only to surge forward and kiss Remus with a flood of longing and passion. He had wanted to do that for some time, and Remus mirrored those feelings in full. The duke kissed back, getting lost in his true love.

Click

"Isn't this precious! Patton is going to love having this in his scrapbook!" Roman squealed and put away his phone. Remus and Virgil jolted apart and glared at him.

"PRINCEY!"

Roman ran.

#remus sanders #virgil sanders #sanders sides #dukexiety #roman sanders #food mention tw #sex mention tw #sandyscribed #this morning we dig through completed wips for some semblance of sanity

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itsunclebucky · 4 years

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Family Time

Pairings: Beefy!Bucky x Reader

Warning(s): Fluff, mentions of breakup, reconciliation, fluffysmut, smut, 18+

Word Count: 1,556

Author’s Notes: This is for the HBC @the-ss-horniest-book-club with the prompt: Being quarantined at home with your ex boyfriend beefy!bucky because he’s the father of your twins and wants to be there for his family.

The child’s bedroom is surrounded by girly giggles as their father Bucky blows raspberries their ribs when he just wants to get them in to their pyjamas and tucked into bed.

The pandemic health situation going on in the world is an anxious and stressful time for everyone. With cases in New York escalating every few days, Bucky didn’t want to be anywhere else but with his family.

You and Bucky had a serious relationship 5 years ago, and early in your relationship you became pregnant quite quickly and gave birth to twins, two little girls. They were happy, healthy and your little family was complete.

Bucky was so supportive during your pregnancy. He went out to get you anything you craved, and you were both happy and in love like teenagers.

But soon after the babies were born, you and Bucky grew apart and agreed amicably to part ways. He was still your best friend and the best father to your girls. He saw them every evening and had them for the weekend.

Your love lives were put on hold to raise your children. Yours specifically because you weren’t comfortable bringing different men into your kids lives. And Bucky because he respected you, the mother who stayed home in vomit-stained pyjamas to raise his children. And truthfully, Bucky didn’t want to date anyone else.

And with the Coronavirus spreading like wildfire, your girls were obviously extremely happy to have their mom and dad under one roof for a while again. It’s been two weeks since you’ve been quarantined with Bucky and the kids. And if it was possible, you had grown closer to him. He bathed the kids, put them to bed, made their breakfast, played on the floor with them. He did it to give you a break, so you could grab an extra hour in bed in the mornings, so you could take a relaxing bath and not worry about a thing.

Bucky has a full grown beard and his frame has gotten much wider. His hair was always tied back into a bun which you honestly found so adorable.

“C’mon girls. Gotta get you tucked into bed.” He giggled at the girls. You were leaning against the doorframe of their soft pink bedroom, grinning at the scene. It was something you never thought you would see again.

“Girls, listen to your daddy.” You stepped in and helped him with their pyjamas.

“Thanks, sweetheart.” He smiled at you and your heart fluttered. Bucky tucked them into sleep and you both tiptoed out of the room. Bucky pulled the door shut quietly and sighed.

“Finally.” he whispered with a grin. You locked eyes for a few minutes, the memories of the past came flooding in your mind. You realized how much you missed him, how much you needed him.

“Thank you for putting them to bed.” You spoke quietly and nibbled on your lip. Bucky’s eyes fluttered down to your actions and his eyes turned dark. He cleared his throat and adjusted his pants. “Yeah, it’s no problem. It’s kinda my job.” You nodded and yawned. It was only 9PM but the girls kept you so busy, and they were awake by 5am this morning.

“I’m gonna head to bed. Goodnight!” You said, and pressed a light kiss to his cheek and walked into your bedroom. Stripping yourself of your clothes and underwear and just throwing a large nightshirt on. You sighed in contentment when the soft sheets below you welcomed you.

You didn’t know how long it had been until you felt a strong arm wrap around your middle. Bucky’s hard length dug in your back and you moaned softly.

“What time is it?” You asked in the darkness. Bucky’s lips found your neck and sucked the sweet delicate spot on your pulse point. “It’s 2AM.” He whispered back. Bucky couldn’t help it. The way you nibbled your lip sparked a fire within him. And that look you gave him, was the same look you had before the two of you made love for the first time. And Bucky knows it has been just as long for you as it has for him. He couldn’t stop himself from slipping into your bed.

Bucky’s hand slipped under your nightshirt and up until he felt your underboob. He groaned in your ear and cupped your breast, tweaking the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Your thighs clenched together but Bucky wasn’t having that, oh no he was not. His hand abandoned your breast and slithered down your body and cupped your soaking wet sensitive cunt.

“Bucky!” You mewled a little loudly. “Shh, doll. Don’t wanna wake the kids up.” He whispered in your ear just as you raised yourself up on your knees and straddled him. Your thumb hooked on either side of his boxers and swiftly pulled them down. You heard his cock slap against his abdomen. You raised your nightshirt over your head, the cold air perking your nipples up at the sensation.

Bucky’s hands ghosted over your belly and up to your breasts where he held the soft globes in his hands. You grinded against his hard cock, your slick covering his tip with your wetness. You took a hold of his hard cock and pumped it a few times. You lined it up to your entrance and eased yourself down on it gently.

Your walls squeezed his cock and he felt every single piece of flesh inside of you. "Fuck! You’re so tight baby.” Bucky panted as he squeezed your tits a little more firmly. Your palms laid flat against his pecs as you started with a little grinding. Your clit rubbed against his pubic hair. “Oh Buck, it’s been too long.” You whispered, catching your breath. Your juices ran down his shaft and onto his balls when you started bouncing on his cock. Raising yourself up enough to keep the tip inside your entrance, and impaling yourself back down again.

Sounds of quiet moans and panting surrounded the two of you in your bliss. You leaned forward and grabbed hold of the headboard and Bucky’s hands landed on your waist. He forced you up a little, his feet planted on the mattress and he thrusted up in you. Skin slapping skin added to the symphony.

“Doll, fuck! Christ!” Bucky moaned as your walls clenched around him. The hard thrusting sent the headboard into the wall and you internally cringed and hoped it wasn’t loud enough to wake your babies up in the next room.

“Buck! The headboard!” You grunted, a sheen of sweat covering your body as horns blared outside. “Fuck the headboard! I need you to cum!” The speed of his thrusts hit against your G-Spot, and a few more deep and hard thrusts had you coming undone over his cock.

It was what Bucky needed, your orgasm triggered his own as his cum painted the insides of your walls with a low growl.

You panted and laid your head on his sweaty chest. His fingers ran up and down your spine. “I’ve missed you, doll.” Bucky whispered. You tilted your head to look up in the direction of him, your fingers ran across his beard and you smiled into the darkness. “I’ve missed you too. Didn’t realize how much I needed you here.” You admitted and laid your head back down, breathing in his scent and listening to his heartbeat. “I wanna be here, for you and our girls. We could give it another go. I still love you. We don’t have to rush anything.” He kissed your hair and you smiled. “I think we would love that.” Your fingers interlaced with his metal ones. “I still love you too. Always have and always will.”

“Mommy! Daddy! Wake up we’re hungry!” Your girls voices echoed through your mind and you felt someone, or rather two pairs of feet bouncing on the bed between you and Bucky.

“Alright, alright we’re up! Be good girls and go wait in the living room so your mom and I can get dressed, ok?” The girls squealed in delight and charged towards the living room. You chuckled and wondered how you got so lucky.

You and Bucky got dressed into some clean clothes and joined your girls for breakfast. Bucky made some fluffy pancakes and you poured some coffee for you and Bucky and the girls had their orange juice.

The girls were snickering to each other and you raised an eyebrow to Bucky who also heard the sneaky little giggles. “What’s the matter ladies?” He smirked. “What were you and mommy doing last night?” They asked. You covered your mouth and Bucky grinned. “Sleeping.” He lied and you blushed. “Are we getting a pussycat daddy? We heard you tell mommy about eating one-”.

“Ok! That’s enough. No we’re not getting a cat, I talk a lot in my sleep. Now eat your pancakes or I won’t put the ducks in the bath tonight.” He joked and you wished the floor would swallow you up.

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deathonyourtongue · 4 years

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Welcome Home

Summary: Everything would be perfect, if he could just get home. Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader Word Count: 2K Warnings: Miscarriage, HEAVY angst. Please don’t read if these things trigger you in any way. A/N: This is what happens when personal boy issues, wine, and crying Henry gifs collide. I apologize in advance. The song for this one is Lovely - Billie Eilish, Khalid

“And then literally Desmond says, ‘just give him the bloody axe, he’ll do it himself!’”

You laugh at the culmination of Henry’s story, an anecdote involving a very large tree, a very nervous crew member, and a director who put more stock in his lead actor than any of the men hired to actually remove the tree from the shooting location.

“How’s our little one?” Henry asks after a moment, his voice tender and sweet, already a doting father even though you’re only six months along.

“She’s having a little dance party, but I think that’s due to the chocolate chip cookie I ate an hour ago,” you laugh, rubbing the belly that sprang up overnight; It seemed like only last week you still had a flat tummy.

“Well, you tell her daddy can’t wait to come home and give her and mummy so many kisses she’ll lose count.” You can hear the smile in his voice and it warms your heart, cementing Henry as the man you want to grow old with and have many more babies with.

“Mummy misses daddy a lot. When are you coming home, babe?” You ask softly, knowing production had been plagued with delays ranging from weather to a stomach bug that had laid out half the crew and nearly all of the cast. Henry sighs thoughtfully, the sound making it clear that he too is frustrated by the schedule.

“If all goes according to plan from here on out, I should be home next month.” It’s not ideal, especially as your pregnancy draws to a close, but it’s better than nothing.

“I’ll be at Heathrow with bells on, and maybe your mother in tow,” you chuckle, trying to bring levity to a situation you knew was hard on both of you. An affectionate person by nature, you know it’s hard for Henry to be away from those he loves. You miss him more than words can describe and you know that him coming home will be the balm for all the aches, nausea, and trouble sleeping you’ve had since first getting the news.

“I can’t wait to see you, love. Miss you so much. Sleep now, and I’ll text you in the morning. Love you to the moon and back, darling.” Henry’s words bring tears to your eyes, as they always do when you’re apart for an extended duration, but you manage to keep your voice even as you respond in kind, saying your own ‘I love you’s in the nick of time, hearing Henry’s name being called by production just as you finish.

It’ll be a long month, but you know that soon enough, the man who keeps your heart will be back and you’ll be nestled in his arms, where you belong.

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You wake from a decent sleep when, after rolling over, you feel wetness coat your outer thigh. Thinking you must have been dreaming of the ocean a little too much, you feel around for the bedside light switch and turn it on, rubbing your eyes to ease the switch from the darkness. You’re really not in the mood to deal with having to change the sheets, but what meets your eyes is beyond changing. Bright crimson instantly sets off alarms, and you look down to find that the source is exactly what you were hoping it wouldn’t be.

There’s little time to react as a bolt of pain ricochets through your entire torso, emanating from your womb and immediately making you want to vomit. You manage to reach for the phone and call for an ambulance, but make it clear they may have to break down the door to get to you. For once, you’re grateful that Henry takes Kal with him whenever he goes to shoot, as the dog would hinder more than help as you pull together all your strength to try and stand.

The room spins violently and you manage to grab onto the doorframe before your knees turn to jello. Taking several deep breaths, you wait for the wave of nausea to pass before dragging yourself to the staircase. Crumpling at the top of the stairs, you breathe slowly before moving down like a child pretending to be on a slide. You’re out of breath from pain by the time you get to the bottom and it takes the last of your energy to reach up and unlock the front door. Cell phone gripped tightly in hand, you do your best to stay awake, hearing the sirens in the distance.

Though you have no memory of arriving at the hospital, one directive repeats in your head like a marching order, and you make sure to tell every doctor or nurse that comes into your triage room that under no circumstances do you want anyone to be contacted, especially the father of your baby or his family. The staff at the Royal find the request odd, but because you’re awake and alert, they have no choice but to heed your wishes. With your own family an ocean away, your request leaves you no choice but to go through the ordeal alone. All the better, you think, guilt already forming as the doctor breaks the bad news.

Your world is overturned in a matter of hours. They put you on Oxytocin, and pain the likes of which you wouldn’t wish on your worst enemy is your sole companion for the next several hours as you’re induced for a birth you’ll never be able to celebrate. When all is said and done, the nurses ask if you want to hold your baby, and against your better judgment, you say yes.

Seeing her perfect, peaceful face breaks you.

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A month and a half to the date of the phone call, Henry arrives at Heathrow to find, much to his confusion, only his mother waiting for him. He greets her warmly, but his eyes scan the arrival area, hoping that you’d maybe just run off to use the restroom. When he finds no indication of your presence, his attention turns back to his mother.

“Where is she, mum?” He asks, unable to piece together why you aren’t there, in his arms, where you promised you would be. Henry’s mother looks anywhere but at her son, unable to find a way to explain that everything he knew and was expecting had irrevocably changed.

“She couldn’t make it on account of the...I’ll take you to her, son.”

Henry tries not to let his imagination run wild as his mother drives north, past the home he shares with you. When the car crosses into Mayfair, Henry begins to panic. “Mum…” His tone is low, distrusting, frightened. His mother’s hand is clammy as it finds his, squeezing in a way that’s meant to be supportive, but only fuels his anxiety.

He begins to visibly tremble when the engine cuts off in front of Nightingale Hospital. “Please tell me what’s going on. Why are we here? What happened? Mum, please.” His whispered appeal breaks his mother’s heart and she cups his face, willing herself not to shed tears yet again, for her son’s sake.

“I’m sorry, Henry, love. I’m so sorry, my darling.” The explanation sticks in her throat, allowing only platitudes to escape and leaving Henry with no choice but to fly from the car and into the private hospital.

The receptionist looks shocked when she recognizes him and forgets her job for a moment when he asks for your room number. “The last name is Cavill. Please, hurry. I need to see her.” When it’s explained that patients aren’t generally allowed visitors, Henry nearly begins foaming at the mouth, feeling as though he’s losing his own mind. He asks to speak to the doctor in charge, and before long is ushered into an office and poured a cup of tea, the banal formality only serving to anger him more.

“Why is my wife in this godforsaken place?” He barks at the doctor the moment the door is closed, wanting answers and wanting them immediately. The doctor takes a seat, his expression sympathetic.

“Mr. Cavill, I apologize that we weren’t able to reach you, but your wife, before taking a turn for the worse, made it explicitly clear that we were not to contact you. At this time, given that she can no longer make those sorts of decisions, her instructions fall back to you as her power of attorney.” The doctor takes a deep breath, knowing that what he’s about to say will break the man in front of him.

“Your wife had a late-term miscarriage about a month and a half ago. It was exceedingly traumatic for her, especially as the common procedure for dealing with these sorts of things is to induce and force labor. Your wife went through all of that trauma alone, by her own choice, as she was repeatedly asked if you were to be contacted. It took several hours for her to deliver your child, and holding the baby afterward put her in a severe downward spiral in terms of her mental health. She’s been residing with us since her delivery and I’m sorry to say, but as of late, she’s been in a catatonic state, giving us minimal responses. At this stage, we’re simply providing palliative care to your wife. Unfortunately, many in her condition never recover, so we do our best to keep her comfortable, healthy, and calm.”

Henry keeps his mouth pressed firmly closed in order not to scream. Blowing air through his nose, he forces himself to bite his tongue until it bleeds, chest heaving as he fights for control. If he can’t keep it together, he can’t see you and that’s all that matters to him at this point.

“May I see my wife? I’ve been overseas for the last six months, shooting a film. I w-was expecting her at the airport.” His voice sounds wrong to him, pinched and tinny. He knows he has tears in his eyes as the doctor is blurry, but he refuses to let them fall, his need to be strong for you taking over any allowance for grieving.

“I’ve been told she’s not having a good day today, so if she refuses to look at you, to let you touch her, to make any form of response, please do not think it your doing. It’s the nature of her condition,” the doctor warns as he approaches your room.

It’s all Henry can do not to break down right there and then, the heels of his palms pressing hard into his eyes, teeth clenched as he tries to remember how to breathe. The woman in the bed, staring passively through him isn’t the woman he loves, the one he would die for. That woman is gone, replaced with a cheap, emotionless facsimile that breaks him even more. Resting his hands on his knees, he tries to catch his breath, wishing he’d come home sooner.

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By the time he’s back in his mother’s car, Henry’s numb to everything but the pain searing through his chest, “Take me home, mum. Please,” he murmurs, Henry’s head lolling onto the window for the duration of the drive back to your former home. He refuses to allow his mother in the house, pleading with her to go home and wait for his call. She takes Kal with her, knowing her son well enough to understand that he needs to grieve in his own way.

Henry’s not ready for the blood, having assumed that someone would have cleaned it up by now, but the Hansel and Gretel trail is hard to miss and with leaden steps, he moves upstairs.

Left in the exact condition it was last used in, the room you two shared leaves no question of what happened and what you went through, alone. His knees give out as he takes in the sheer quantity of blood on the bed, Henry guilt-ridden that he wasn’t there for you when you needed him most.

Finally freed of any need to save face or be strong for others, Henry screams from the depths of his shattered soul, the sound unbroken until anguish consumes his voice and tears flood his face. Finding his feet, Henry staggers to the bed and curls up around the remnants of his previous life, wailing over the permanent reminder of what almost was.

#henry cavill #henry cavill x reader #angst #deathonyourtongueoriginals #no puppers were harmed in the making of this fic

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animebaby00 · 3 years

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I Don't Deserve It: Chapter 3 (FINAL)

When Shoto gets a nasty stomach bug, Izuku stops at nothing to take care of him.

But Shoto can't help but wonder why ?

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The few times Shoto had forgotten to brush his teeth before bed had left him with an absolutely disgusting taste in his mouth the next morning.

However, that taste was NOTHING in comparison to the absolutely sickening, bitter, revolting, acidic flavor that coated his tongue once he woke up.

He pursed his lips sourly, positive that even the flavor of actual vomit coming up wasn't as bad as this. It was almost at the point of making him feel nauseous all over again, but with nothing in his stomach, it was just a mild queasiness.

He harshly blinked his eyes, taking note of the yellowish gleam in the room. It still must have been day time,but later afternoon due to the position of the shadows casted along the wall.

How long had he been asleep?

He sat up slightly, decently warm due to the blankets covering his form, but he wasn't overly hot, nor suffering from chills. He actually felt...better. Well, better than this morning at least.

But he still ached to rid his mouth of the bitter after tastes from earlier.

Shoto heaved himself up more, relieved that his body didn't act against him like it did several times before, and he was actually able to sit up without much protest. However, right when he did, the click of a door sounded in his ear and he caught sight of Midoriya reentering his room, a large, brown tray balanced on his arm.

This whole entire situation was turning into one of deja vu.

Midoriya made it about halfway into his room before he noticed Shoto's wakened presence, his eyes immediately perking up with a gleam of happiness once he did.

"Ah, Todoroki. You're awake." He said, a soft smile gracing his lips.

Shoto nodded, "Y-yeah." He looked back at the curtained window, " How uh...how long was I out?"

"About 4 hours. I was going to wake you up when I came back in here but I guess I won't need to," sock covered feet padded over to the bed and he leaned down to set the tray on the bed's edge, keeping his gaze upward as he did so, "How are you feeling ?"

Shoto's eyes widened a bit.

Such a simple question to answer, but to him, it felt highly difficult.

He knew it was just a simple inquiry about his wellbeing...but it was rare that he had ever been asked "how he was feeling".

He could say that he felt 100% better, say that he could leave Midoriya be and apologize for the unnecessary trouble. However, as proven from earlier, Midoriya was highly analytical (about the most odd things he may add) so he knew that if he tried to lie, the boy would no doubt be able to deduct it. It wasn't a complete lie though. He did feel better but-

"Not...too bad" he answered, noticing that even his voice sounded better, and he was deeply relieved by that "Not as bad as before."

Midoriya grinned "I'm happy to hear that !"

Shoto was a bit puzzled by the boy's eagerness, but that feeling completely diminished once he noticed Midoriya moving closer to him. His hand was slowly raising up, and in no time, it found a place against the skin of his forehead.

He froze in his place

"Well, you definitely look better." Midoriya concluded, "And your fever came down. I think you just caught that 24 hour stomach bug that's been going around."

Shoto blinked, "Stomach bug ?"

The freckled boy nodded, "Mmhm. I guess we've been so busy with our hero work and school that we didn't really notice it. But it doesn't last long." He pulled his hand away, "You should feel better by tomorrow, but make sure you take it easy."

Shoto watched as Midoriya reached over to grab a water bottle from the tray at the end of the bed, "Here, you should probably drink something after getting so sick. Don't need you getting dehydrated, but make sure you drink it slow. Are you still feeling nauseous at all ? Or dizzy? I brought some medicine if you are."

Shoto put a hand to his stomach, feeling slightly uneasy in answering.

He stayed silent, and a frown immediately crossed over onto Midoriya's face.

"Todoroki ? Are you okay ?" He asked frantically, tossing the water bottle to the side,"Are you feeling sick again ? Do you need the-"

"Why are you doing this?"

The question seemed to linger in the air. It was quiet for several seconds as Midoriya's face fell completely blank.

He slowly sat back down.

"What do you mean?"

Shoto looked down at his lap, "You know," he mumbled, gesturing to himself, the bed, and the tray at his feet, "All of this. Bringing me to your room, cleaning up the mess I made,the cold rag, bringing me water and medicine…"

"Helping me." He thought, but didn't say. Damn it, he really was pathetic. Just picturing what his father would say to him right now sent a flood of pitiful thoughts through his brain.

He was no better than a starving mutt scrapping up food from a trash can outside of a restaurant. A rotting, shriveled up tree in the cold depths of winter.

A piece of work. A nuisance. A waste of time.

A pathetic excuse of a human being, let alone a hero.

"Well that's obvious," Midoriya's chipper voice sounded, no ounce of remorse in sight, "Because you're my friend."

Shoto inwardly grimaced.

Friend.

The oh so Midoriya-like response that he knew deep down was coming.

But even so…it just wasn't right.

He slowly shook his head, fingers rising up to rub at his sore temples "God I can't believe this…"

"Huh?"

A sigh left his lips and he directed his bi-colored gaze to rest on Midoriya's deep, confused, green irises, his next words heavy on his tongue.

"I'm...I'm sorry Midoriya."

The freckled boy blinked, eyebrows furrowing at his sick friend, noticing how his presence seemed to suddenly freeze over them in a bitter chill.

What?

"Sorry?" he asked, his tone light and wavering in disbelief "Why are you sorry?"

Shoto pressed his lips into a thin line, his head tilting downwards, bangs covering his eyes. Slowly, he turned his head to the side, seemingly in an attempt to avoid Midoriya's perplexed stare…and the topic of explanation.

He looked so...dismal. Or maybe, upset? Disappointed? Honestly, Midoriya wasn't sure.

He actually wasn't sure about a lot of things in concern of Shoto today.

Everyone gets sick. That's inevitable. But Shoto seemed so completely and utterly...bludgeoned by it, that it had made Midoriya very concerned.

Shoto had to have not felt 100% that morning, considering how badly he had thrown up. He had hidden it well even though Midoriya could have sworn that his complexion did look a little green. But then, things continued to take their turns.

He hadn't mentioned feeling sick at all during their time in the bathroom, kept brushing off that he was fine. He had tried to avoid Midoriya's help and care, tried getting up and leaving when he very well wasn't capable of doing so.

And now, here he was, looking down at the bed, fiddling with his fingers like some child who had just stolen some cookies out of a cookie jar, apologizing for something that no other person ever would.

But why?

Why did he seem so regretful, so beaten down, so depressed?

Midoriya began to gain a bit of realization

He had seen that face before, at least ones similar to it. At their battle during the sports festival, in the hospital after beating Stain, those tiny increments he would encounter his father or talk about his mother.

Others wouldn't be able to see it, but Midoriya could. That look…

...was a look of guilt.

It was then that he understood. Maybe not Shoto's exact position, as no one could possibly understand what he'd been through completely. Midoriya knew he probably never would, but he was going to try his hardest to make Shoto understand HIS position, even if it was just a little.

"Hey, Todoroki." He tried, scooting closer to the male's side whilst looking down at the bed as well, , "You know...I actually used to not like asking for help either."

Midoriya ghosted his gaze upward for just a moment , and caught a twinge of movement from Shoto out of the corner of his eye. At least he got a reaction and confirmation that he was listening.

He picked at the blanket below him with his fingers, "I'm sure you already know this," he said softly, "But it was pretty much just me and my mom growing up. With my dad not in the picture, she was the one who always took care of me. She worked quite a few jobs a week at cafes and stores to keep up with expenses while also looking out for my well being at the same time. "

The soft smile on his lips faded some as he continued.

"I would usually stay at Kacchan's house after school when she couldn't pick me up, sometimes I would even spend the night or fall asleep on the sofa because she would get back so late. And when that wasn't an option, I would go to the office and do homework until she was able to come get me, but I never truly realized just how hard she pushed herself until I got older."

Izuku stood up and walked over his dresser, hand reaching out to pick up a framed photo of him and his mother, finger smoothing over the glassened face.

"She always had weekends off with me which made me happy. We would watch movies, play hero, go to All Might's autograph signings, and we'd always have so much fun...but I would begin to notice how she would doze off halfway through a movie, how sometimes she wouldn't lift me up as high, or how sometimes she would walk slower than normal. I never noticed...how tired she was. How worn out working so many different shifts made her, and on top of it she had to take care of me. It made me feel...guilty."

He set the photo down and turned back around, now finding Shoto's bi-colored gaze completely on him, focused and set, like he was mentally relating to what Midoriya was saying.

"Once middle school started, I decided to try doing more things for myself. Cooking, cleaning, shopping, doing my homework by myself, and other things. At first, it was easy, but then I found my time was slipping away because of my studies and my hero research. Sometimes I would go a day without eating, other times I wouldn't have time to study for a test and my scores weren't the best. I had to keep reminding myself that sometimes my mom had it way worse than me, and so I kept doing what I was doing. But I always found it strange how she would ask me if I was okay or if I needed help when she was the one working 3 jobs while also taking care of a kid."

Shoto parted his lips to speak, his inquisitive words just barely above a whisper.

"W-what did you do?"

Midoriya sighed before his lips curled up into a sympathetic, knowing smile "Denied it. Told her I was fine and that nothing was wrong."

Shoto looked down at the bed, "Oh…"

"But of course, schemes, whether good or bad, have to come to an end somehow. And that happened to me in one of the worst ways possible."

"How?"

Midoriya chuckled sheepishly,"I brought home my first test...with an F."

Now that was something. Midoriya had the 5th highest grade level in their class so he was no doubt a good student. To say Shoto was shocked was an understatement.

"Naturally, this caught my Mom's attention, and soon as I got home she set me down to talk. I knew then and there that I had to tell her what was going on and that I would only make it worse if I tried to hide anything so I told her everything from start to finish. I told her I felt bad for her and that I always worried that she was working too hard. I explained absolutely everything, but in the end, instead of her being mad, she did something that I'd always remember for the rest of my life. She took my hand and said 'Izuku, I want you to understand that no matter what, you can always come to me if you need something. No matter how tired I am, no matter what time it is, I'll always be here. It's my job to look after you. We can't do everything by ourselves, we can't be who we want to be without others. Help is a life necessity and everyone needs it sooner or later, even if they don't think they need it or deserve it. Asking for it and accepting it isn't a weakness…'"

Midoriya trailed off for a moment to walk back over to his bed to sit, and gently placed a hand over Shoto's folded ones, tone warm and reassuring.

"In fact...it's one of the greatest strengths a person can have.'"

Something clicked then. Midoriya's words...he wasn't sure why but they ignited something. A feeling that he couldn't pinpoint.

It took so much in the past for him to be convinced that help or assistance was a sign of weakness. All of the stern lectures, orders and put downs that he could be better. The never ending struggles that he conquered by himself and only by himself because that's what he was taught to do.

It was all changed by a simple story from a person he hadn't even known for a year.

"And you know," Midoriya added, "If a hero is sick, then they can't perform at their best for other people, so the best thing for you, whether you like it or not, is rest."

"Yeah." he sighed, "Your right. I...can actually see that now. I guess my old ways got to me. I'm just not used to this," he shifted in place, "I'm sorry."

"You have nothing to apologize for," Midoriya said with a smile, "I'm your friend. I'm happy to help."

He grabbed the water bottle for the second time, "Here, I imagine the taste you have in your mouth right now isn't too pleasant."

Shoto breathed a light chuckle and put the rim of the bottle up to his lips, "You have no idea." He took a few sips, relishing in how nice the coolness of the water felt in his parched mouth and dry throat.

"I've been sick plenty of times before so I have an idea. Now," Midoriya stood, "Do you maybe want to try eating something? Some crackers or some toast maybe ? You should probably try and keep your strength up."

"Yeah...crackers are okay. I'm not as nauseous as I was earlier so I think I can stomach it."

"Great ! I'll be right back then. Call if you need anything else, okay?"

"...Sure."

Midoriya turned to head out of the bedroom, hand reaching out to grab the handle of the door.

"Midoriya ?"

He paused his movements and turned his head.

"Yes, Todoroki?"

And then he saw it. That oh so, rare, genuine little smile that seemed to brighten up the whole room.

"Thank you."

Two simple words, but to Midoriya, they meant a million.

#mha #my hero academia #shoto torodoki #izuku midoriya #sick shoto todoroki #caring izuku midoriya #talking #support #friendship #understanding

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thanksgiving eve -- bthb starvation

Thanksgiving comfort special!

Feeling thankful for these lovelies today: @deluxewhump @inaridriscoll @eatyourdamnpears @newbornwhumperfly

Tw: hunger and starvation, throw up / vomiting, slavery universe

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Guppy was on orders to ‘fuck off’ until tomorrow, which meant not being seen or heard. That suited him just fine. The luxury of being forgotten for an afternoon was worth the price of no lunch or dinner. He settled into a nap that would give him respite from his gnawing stomach.

He didn’t hear when someone drove up the farm grounds and walked up. When the barn door opened with a squeak, he jolted awake, disoriented.

A figure stood in the doorway, framed by light. Guppy couldn’t see who it was. Did he oversleep? Wait— hadn’t everyone left? Except Master—

“Guppy, you in here?” the figure said.

That voice— Guppy unfroze his limbs and lurched out into the open, stumbling. “Here!”

Misha turned around with a grin. “Ah! There you are! I figured you’d be here.”

“I thought you went home for. For the holiday,” Guppy said, shaking his head to clear the static from leaping up so quickly.

“Well not home, not yet. I planned a little surprise. Close your eyes,” said Misha before dashing out the door.

Guppy tensed. He hated surprises. But he screwed his eyes shut anyway. I’m fine, I’m fine, I’m fine, he prayed. Misha’s footsteps were nearing...

Misha said, “Jesus. You look like you’re ready to take a punch. Open your eyes!”

With a sharp inhale, Guppy opened his eyes to see Misha holding up two bulging plastic bags. “Ta daaa,” Misha said, and Guppy, confused, smiled in sympathy.

“I hope you like orange chicken,” Misha said, putting the bags down on a square bale.

Guppy wasn’t sure he heard that right. Orange chicken? He cautiously leaned in, to see Misha was taking out boxes of— “Food!” Guppy exclaimed.

His stomach rumbled. He turned away, biting down jealousy. He suddenly felt weak, like it’d been a mistake to stand up. He’d need to leave, he couldn’t be here with this sweet, incredible smell—

Misha plopped down onto the floor. “Come on, sit. Happy early Thanksgiving!”

Guppy blinked. The realization crashed over him heavily. Misha brought this food, for them, to eat together.

He felt so much, so warm, too warm— tears welled in his eyes. He covered his face, embarrassed. He was ruining everything, but he couldn’t stop. He couldn’t say a word, otherwise it would come out in that ugly whiny voice.

“Hey, hey, hey! Aw. What’s wrong. It’s ok, come here,” Misha jumped up.

Guppy flinched as Misha embraced him. He leaned into Misha’s chest, melting. He wanted to hold on tightly. It was perfect, it was too much, Guppy was being so annoying. “I’m s-sorry for-for—“ he began.

“Shh,” said Misha, a command. He patted Guppy’s back. “Let’s eat, yeah?”

“Yessir,” Guppy said, sniffling. They separated and Misha returned to his seat.

Guppy sank down to the ground, wiping his face. It was so wonderful.

Misha started into the food, digging in with chopsticks. Guppy watched, mesmerized.

“Wut?” Misha said, mouth half full.

“Nothing! Sorry,” Guppy reddened. He was being so rude. He grabbed a plastic fork and suddenly remembered his hunger.

So many options. He didn’t know what to choose, so he popped open the lid of the first container in front of him. It was broccoli, in a thick sauce.

He shoved the first piece into his mouth and swallowed it quickly. It was so good. So sweet. Glancing to make sure Misha didn’t change his mind, Guppy shoveled piece after piece into his mouth, filling his cheeks and chewing vigorously.

“Slow down. You’re gonna choke,” Misha said and Guppy froze, ducked his head. Of course, how stupid, how annoying, he was being an animal, just like Ernest said.

“Ah, sorry. Didn’t mean to interrupt. It’s good right?” Misha said.

Guppy nodded quickly. “Mhm!”

Misha pushed forward another box. “Try the chicken... there’s two kinds...”

—-

Misha sat back, feeling pleased with himself. He knew Guppy’d eat anything and swear it was delicious, but judging by how he inhaled the Chinese food, Misha figured it was a hit.

“You can keep the rest,” Misha said, snapping a few of the lids back on. He wished Guppy didn’t look at him like this was the single greatest thing he could’ve said.

Guppy started staring off into the distance, but with a look of concentration that meant he was finding words.

“Misha. Thank you,” he said, with an adorable dead-seriousness.

It was so easy to make him happy. “You’re welcome— hey!” Misha was caught off guard by Guppy kneeling forward and pressing his forehead to the ground.

Misha cringed. “Hey, stop. It’s nothing, really.”

Guppy sat back up and they sat in awkward silence.

Misha snatched up a fortune cookie. “Take the other one. Let’s see what it says.”

Misha ripped open the plastic and cracked his open. Guppy watched attentively.

“This one says, ‘Long life is in store for you’” Misha said. “Hah! That’s a good one.”

“That’s good. I like yours,” Guppy said firmly. He broke open his cookie and sheepishly handed the paper to Misha.

“Yours says...” Misha started. The paper read, ‘Savor your freedom – it is precious.’ Misha folded the paper and handed it back, “good friends will show they care.”

“Good friends... I like mine too!” Guppy said. “I’m gonna keep it.”

“You do that,” Misha said, guiltily. “Anyway, I should hit the road now...” Misha had a good few hours of driving ahead of him.

—-

Guppy thanked God that Misha left when he did. His stomach, a cursed traitor if there ever was one, began to ache, and by the time he’d rushed Misha out the door, the pain had intensified to the point where he’d literally doubled over. He found himself on his hands and knees, vomiting up every last bit of food, and what felt like a bit of his insides too. That seemed to ease the pain at least. Guppy felt sort of sad, seeing it all there in the dirt, undigested and slimy. But Misha would never know and so Guppy shrugged it off. He settled back into his nap spot, and felt warm long after the air grew cold.

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dammitadolfnomorecake · 3 years

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Once Bitten, Twice Stupid prt 94

Lance had fled. The cow crapped in his living room and that was that. He’d made it very clear Matt and Rieva were to scrub the floor clean or they wouldn’t be joining them all for dinner. Pidge and Hunk had a few things to finish up as it was, provided they’d get over the hilarity of Matt and Rieva gifting him a stolen cow. Naturally Hunk didn’t find the cow theft itself funny, only the absurdity and randomness of their now being a cow in the house... which was kind of funny, because no normal person would “relocate” a cow.

The rest of his presents had been marginally better. Rieva proved to be an okay gift giver if you didn’t think about the cow. She’d gifted him non-relocated plants, herbs for his garden and cat grass for Blue. Clearly her idea and not Matt’s who’d given him a “voucher” to join them in bed if his heats got too much. He’s tried to throw it out, but Matt rescued it for “safe keeping because you never knew”. Hunk normally gifted him garlic knots and cookies, a standard and tasty gift, that didn’t happen this year now that Hunk knew he was a vampire. His poor ray of sunshine gifting him a voucher to a department store in Platt, seeming guilty over not knowing what to give him. Lance didn’t mind. It was a practical gift, and lately Rieva and Matt had been wearing off on him. His bed turning into a mound of blankets and cushions, Rieva teasing him about nesting. He didn’t know what nesting was, only that he felt safe in his mounded up bed and seeing it was his house, he could do as he pleased. Pidge declared herself the best gift giver ever. He loved his gremlin, but could only groan at her present. She’d brought him a “vampire hunting kit” online. She was so proud of herself, thinking it hilarious. Lance did not. Trust pop culture to get a hunting kit wrong. There was some major eye rolling at the polished wooden stake in the box... God only knew what was in the enclosed vials that came with the kit, probably dye and water... though the crucifixes were pretty, so that was nice.

Lance didn’t think about the next predicament of what to do now that’d arrived in Platt so early. Dinner wouldn’t be until 6:30pm, so he’d head over to the nursing home around 5pm to spend some quality time with his Mami. It was a little after 11am now, meaning he couldn’t head to VOLTRON given they’d all be getting ready for the mission and he’d be underfoot. That didn’t stop him from parking in front of the bookshop out of habit. With three spare hours, he wanted to see Keith so badly it hurt. Pulling out his phone, he nearly screamed when someone tapped on his window, Krolia all smiles as if she hadn’t taken 10 years off his undead life.

Rolling the window down, Lance wasn’t sure what to say to her. All plans to get her and Keith on the same page hadn’t eventuated. His boyfriend struggling so hard with figuring out how to feel about his mother. It sucked. Lance wanted to take all that pain away, but the only one who could do that was Krolia herself

“Keith hasn’t come in yet, if you’re looking for him”

No. His boyfriend was probably still at his apartment but Lance didn’t want to park up out the front and make a scene

“I was going to give him a call... see if he wanted to get lunch or something before the mission”

“So he told you? Oh... that’s right, it’s your birthday today... Why don’t I take you to lunch, my treat”

Ummm... what?

“You don’t have to go out of your way...”

Lunch with Krolia didn’t seem safe... He didn’t want to step on Keith’s toes, or meet with Krolia behind his back

“Nonsense. It’s no trouble at all”

“I should let Keith know...”

“He’s the reason I thought we should talk. I don’t want to make things complicated between you... but he won’t listen to me. I just want to know how my son is doing”

Lance knew he was fucked. His fierce love for his Mami, and his family, made it impossible to say no. If he was estranged from his Mami, he could picture her asking his friends about him

“You know I can’t say no to that”

Krolia did. Her smile hadn’t wavered at all

“Excellent. I’ll let you choose the place, you know this city better than I do”

Please lord don’t let him be murdered for this... by Keith or Krolia... maybe Krolia... yeah, he’d rather be murdered than cause a misunderstanding between him and Keith. Fuck. His Mami always told him to be polite... and his Mami had hit it off with Krolia...

“Jump in. I think I know a place”

Lance was still quietly hoping for murder as he and Krolia sat inside the dimly lit pub. It was the same place they’d come as a group after the others had learned his secret. The pub itself wasn’t that poorly lit, but he’d tried to pick somewhere kind of unnoticeable from the door. Sitting on one side of the booth, Krolia slid herself in on the other side, picking up the menu

“You look tense. Don’t worry about Keith”

He was pretty sure worrying about Keith was now a default setting, right up there with over thinking

“How can I not? I feel wrong meeting with you when he’s still trying work out his feelings”

“You care about him a lot, don’t you?”

Lance supposed it wasn’t as obvious to Krolia... in fact, she probably thought it was weird

“Very much. That’s why... I don’t want to get between the two of you”

“Keith has made it clear that he doesn’t want to know me”

What kind of crap was that?! Keith was dying to connect with Krolia

“That’s not true”

“Let’s go ahead and order. Do you... eat?”

“I can and I do”

“Excellent. Now, what’s deep fried and covered in grease?”

Lance ordered a salad, with a nonexistent appetite, it was something he could pick at. Krolia ordering a steak burger so raw the meat reminded him of his new cow... that wasn’t his cow and he was in no way attached to. Her plate loaded with fries, and her drink of choice a chocolate milkshake. Not what he expected

“Do you want a fry? You’re staring”

He didn’t mean to stare. No one told him that his birthday was going to take this unexpected turn

“I’m fine, thanks...”

“Then loosen up. You might be a stiff but don’t tell me you have a stiff sense of humour?”

“My sense of humour is fine. I’m just not sure what I’m doing here”

“I want to get to know the man my son’s dating”

“If you want me to break up with Keith, that’s his choice to make”

Krolia dipped a fry in her milkshake, sending drops flying as she shook it

“Whoa. Hold up. Okay. No. Keith is well and truly able to make his own choices... I’m making a mess of this”

He couldn’t talk to Krolia like she was a regular person. The Blades were all weird. He needed to remember Keith’s initial social weirdness and work around it

“No... no. I’m being cranky. I feel like I’m breaking Keith’s trust and it’s not a great a feeling. Your son... he’s amazing. He really is. He’s so smart and funny. He’s complicated and awkward, but he’s so... You’re missing out. He wants to know you, but he’s scared of being alone. He gets scared when he feels out of control and lashes out. Thinking that it’s better to push everyone away before they get to see how much he’s hurting. He gets lonely really easily. And he’s so sweet. Even if our first date was a bit weird, he’s always trying his best”

Lance gushed. Word vomit came easy when he thought of all the ways that made his boyfriend made him happy. Keith wasn’t a perfect human, he had many flaws, like his failure to work without coffee, but Lance wasn’t perfect either. That was the thing about love though. They both knew they weren’t perfect but together they were muddling through it, while working on themselves as they did

“Do you want to see something?”

Lance had no idea where that question was going

“Okay?”

Pulling out her wallet, Krolia passed it over. Lance taking the silent hint to open it. Finding a well worn piece of paper in the back, his fingers shook as he pulled his out. A happy family staring back at him. Krolia, so in love with her partner, a mother’s smile on her lips at Keith, bundled in his father’s arms

“We don’t keep a lot of personal items being Blade members. The newer generation does, but we’re all prepared to die. Every mission I’ve been on, that photos waited for me to come home to. Giving them up broke my heart. It took everything I had not to go back. I really thought Keith would have a better life if I wasn’t there”

“Have you shown him this?”

“No. He wouldn’t listen if I tried”

“Then you need to keep trying”

“Maybe...”

Whatever Krolia was thinking was wrong

“My family isn’t happy. I know what it’s like to have distance and it fucking sucks. Keith... he always feels like no one sees him as anyone other than your son or Shiro’s little brother. He wants... he wants to be accepted how he is and who he is. Krolia, he’s such a good man. He really is. I always kept a distance. I never ever thought something like me could have the love of someone as amazing as him. He wants to know about you. About his dad. What you like. How you became a Blade member. He wants to be closer to you. I shouldn’t be saying any of this because I don’t want to be in the middle of it, but I will always, always be on his side. I can’t forgive you if you hurt him. I can’t. I can’t even cope with him liking me because he’s just... he’s just Keith and he’s amazing how he is”

“I don’t know how to tell him. He was so cute as a child. He had this purple hippopotamus that he’d carry everywhere. His father couldn’t send me updates on him, but... He was the sweetest little thing. He loved that hippo so much. He loved riding on his dads shoulders... he... he was so cheeky, so happy... he’d probably hate the memory if he knew that hippo came from me. You know, his dad named him. I wanted to call him Yorak, but he wouldn’t have it. And I wouldn’t have Keith any other way”

Keith wouldn’t hate the memory. Any memory Krolia could share with him was a memory Keith had lost along the way. Krolia really did love Keith

“I know it’s old and cliche, but if you can’t find the words write them down. And this photo, this photo would bring him so much comfort. He doesn’t talk about it, but I know he’s lost most of the memories of his dad”

Krolia went silent for a bit. Lance had really meddled too much. He’d said more than he wanted to, and this meeting really was hurting his heart because he felt so guilty that Keith didn’t know about it

“Maybe”

Her reply didn’t give him much

“Can I call Keith? I really don’t feel comfortable”

“Yeah. I only really wanted a chance to meet you alone to see what you thought of Keith and if you were serious with dating him. He’s precious to me. Leaving him has broken me like nothing else ever has. Anything else is a bonus. I’m glad my son has someone who sees him... even if you’re old enough to be his father”

“Don’t remind me. I have no idea what he sees in me”

He was dead. Old. Grumpy and didn’t like crowds... he didn’t have much to offer

“I think I have some idea”

Shiro answered Keith’s phone, explaining that Keith was busy. Quickly Lance unloaded on him that he was at lunch with Krolia and wanted Keith to know so there wouldn’t be a misunderstanding. Shiro sounded surprised, then understandably nervous about telling Keith.

Half an hour passed before Curtis, Shiro, and Keith arrived at the pub. Keith ready to explode into a fit of rage

“What the hell?!? What do you think you’re doing?!”

Lance flinched. Yep. This was why he was scared of...

“I’m sorry...”

Huffily, Keith crossed his arms. Lance unable to look at him. He’d known this was wrong. He felt physically sick...

“I wasn’t talking to you. I know this had to be mum’s idea”

Krolia defending him had Lance sliding down in his chair

“Don’t be mad at him. The whole time he was here he wanted to call you”

“Maybe he should have done that to begin with, or maybe you shouldn’t have kidnapped my fucking boyfriend”

“Babe...”

“No. I know you would have agreed because you’re too nice. I’ve been stressing all morning and now you’re having lunch with her”

Lance didn’t mean to turn on the waterworks. Keith was lashing out and every comment felt like a hit to the gut. All he’d really wanted was a nice simple day with Keith on his birthday

“Keith, I think that’s enough”

Placing his hand on Keith’s shoulder, Shiro seemed to know how Lance felt. He knew that Lance didn’t want to be here and how much it hurt to feel like he was betraying Keith

“I’m sorry... I know. I know. I didn’t want to be in the middle of you and your mum. I know I fucked up”

Sliding out the booth, Lance blindly pulled all the bills out his wallet, leaving them on the table before slipping past Keith. This was another bad birthday in a long line

“Lance”

Keith called his name softly, Lance looking at his boyfriend through a fresh wave of tears

“I’m sorry... I’m so sorry I hurt you”

Once again he was fleeing... with absolutely no place to go other than to his Mami because he’d really done it this time.

Keith knew he was acting out. He knew and the words still came out. What was his mother thinking taking Lance to lunch like this?!

“This is the part where you’re supposed to go after him. He only met with me because I wanted to talk about you, and get to know him better”

“You had no right”

Yeah. Keith knew this. Lance couldn’t say no because he had a stupidly big heart. That’s what made him such an idiot crumpet. His boyfriend was trying to let them work this out for himself but Keith couldn’t.

Pushing her empty plate towards Lance’s barely poked at salad, Krolia twisted to face him properly

“What am I supposed to do when you keep shutting me out? I want to be in your life. I want to learn about you from you. I thought maybe we could have a nice lunch and talk. That’s all. That man seriously loves you. He said repeatedly he didn’t want to meddle and you should have heard how he talked about you. You need to go after him and apologise”

Like his mother would be the first one he’d listen too about relationship advice. He already knew he had to apologise. He didn’t need her telling him

“What would you know?”

“Because I know how devastating it is to miss your opportunity!”

Keith didn’t know what to say to that. Shiro’s hand was digging into his shoulder now. They all had regrets. Things said and left unsaid... He shouldn’t have blown up at Lance. He knew he shouldn’t have. Triply so on his boyfriend’s birthday

“I don’t know where he could have gone”

“He was parked in front of VOLTRON when I ran into him”

Keith shook his head at his mother

“Lance knows we have a mission today and wouldn’t want to be in the way”

“Where else would he go?”

“I talked to Pidge before and he wouldn’t be going back to Platt. Rieva and Matt stole a cow and Lance wasn’t happy at all over it”

So his boyfriend was already having a bad birthday before Keith made it worse

“Perhaps he went to Miriam? If he knew he couldn’t see Allura or Coran at the moment?”

Curtis was a genius. Lance had to be headed to see his Mami

“Shiro, I need your keys”

“I don’t know if I should let you drive...”

“Give me your keys or your collectables get tossed”

Shiro’s eyes went wide as he pulled away

“You wouldn’t. Not my limited collectables...”

Fuck the stupid things. He had to apologise for being a douche canoe

“I would for Lance. I need to... I need to see him”

Shiro pulled his keys out, passing them over

“Don’t forget you need to be at VOLTRON at one”

“I’ll be there”

As Shiro passed his keys over, his mother cheered him on

“Go get your man!”

Keith felt awkward about visiting the nursing home without Lance beside him. The staff kind of recognising that he’d been there, so all it took was a quick explanation before he was signed in and shown through to the garden area where Lance was cuddles up with his mother. This felt like a terrible idea on his behalf. Lance probably never wanted to talk to him again. He was so fucking good at ruining things. Stuffing his hands in his pockets, Keith slowly walked over to the pair. Miriam holding Lance as Lance cried softly against her shoulder. Shit. What if Miriam hated him for making Lance cry? He hated him for making his boyfriend cry.

“Mijo, you have a visitor”

Miriam offered him something that wasn’t a smile, nor was it a frown. All Keith could describe it as was a “mum look”. Yeah. He’d fucked up, and she knew that he knew, and he knew she knew and now he was expected to do something about it

“Babe...”

Lance clung to his mother. Miriam sighing at him

“Mijo, you can’t ignore Keith”

“He wants to break up because I hurt him”

Miriam glanced at him around Lance

“That’s the clearest he’s been since he showed up. Would you like to explain what happened?”

Keith sighed. He really wanted to sit on the other side of Lance and cuddle him until he calmed down

“My psychotic mother kidnapped him for lunch and he was too nice to say no”

“Lunch sounds like a lovely idea”

Was Miriam messing with him, or did she think he and Krolia were suddenly going to besties

“It would be if it wasn’t my mother’s attempt at meddling”

Miriam smile fondly, moving her hand to pat the spot behind Lance

“It’s a mother’s job to meddle within reason...”

That was Miriam meddling. Sitting on the edge of the bench, Keith’s stomach was a pit of nerves as he rested his forehead against Lance’s shoulder, hand moving to rest just past Lance’s elbow

“I deserved to be punched in the dick”

Lance sniffled loudly, hiccuping as he wrestled his tears under control

“I don’t want to be in the middle. I want you two to work it out together. I know it was wrong... but she wanted to know if you’re okay... and I got to see a photo of your dad... she really fucking loves you and I don’t want to pressure you... and I don’t want you to keep fighting. I want you to be happy. Stupid Matt and Stupid Rieva stole a cow. Pidge dressed as a vampire. Hunk didn’t give me food because he thinks I don’t like eating normal food. You’ve got a mission. Our whole night was changed. And you were so mad at me”

That was a lot of “ands”. Lance didn’t seem to be having a good day at all, or everything he’d been trying to laugh off he couldn’t cope with now Keith had messed up. He was mad. Mad. Scared. Confused. Hurt. Betrayed. And a dozen different words that made his heart race at the sight of them together at the pub

“I was... am... I just don’t see why you’d go out to lunch with her, or why you didn’t tell me sooner. You can’t let her bully you”

Smooth. Real. Fucking. Smooth. Maybe he could go on his mission and just not return? Perhaps the ground would swallow him whole so stopped being such a dick?

Lance placed his hand over Keith’s, still talking at mami’s chest rather than Keith

“But she’s your mum. I... I want to know more about you and her. I’m 19 years older than you. I’m not cool, or hip, or rad, or whatever the word is these days... I know you hate having to talk everything out... and I know you both are awkward as hell... but you’re hurting and I hate it”

“That’s not your pain, babe”

“It is because it’s yours. I want to be the one you lean on, not the one you feel you have to keep secrets from. I know it’s hard for you, and I felt so rotten that I couldn’t tell you before we talked”

“I’m the one who overreacted. I know you’ve got a good heart and I shouldn’t have snapped. It really hurt seeing you able to talk with her”

“I could barely say anything right. Please don’t be mad. I told her if she can’t find the right words to say to write them down. It doesn’t make up for her leaving, and what she says isn’t my business. I’m not trying to force you to talk her. You’ve got to move at your own pace and be ready when you do”

Keith knew that. He knew Lance respected him enough to handle this on his own and that his boyfriend only wanted what was best for him. It was a little early, but he really wanted some time with Lance before the mission

“Mami, do you mind if I borrow Lance?”

“Heaven’s no. You two make up properly or neither of you get dessert tonight. I must say I’m looking forward to dinner”

“I hope you don’t mind. When I organised it, it was supposed to be just the three of us”

“Lance isn’t very good at handling his birthday... or his friends. Don’t worry about me, as long as you two work this out”

“We will. I’m sorry I upset him”

“Couples fight. Making up is the fun bit”

Lance snorted wetly, Keith didn’t know what kind of face to make when Mami was hinting at sex so openly

“Mami!”

“Go have a good time with your boyfriend. I’m very proud of you, Mijo. Happy birthday, my precious little boy”

“Mami, I’m 45”

“And you’ll always be my precious little boy. Go on. I’m sure you’ll have a wonderful time with Keith”

Lance seemed lost as they walked back to where they’d parked, Keith finding a spot across from Lance. Almost shyly he asked

“What do you want to do?”

His boyfriend was too cute

“I’ve got the hotel key... I know it’s early, but I’ve still got time before the mission. It’s your birthday, and I really want to spend some time with you”

“You haven’t even said it”

“That’s because I’m waiting until we’re at the hotel. You want to lead and I’ll follow? You’re probably better at finding this place again...”

A smile finally crept across Lance’s lips

“You do have a habit of getting lost”

“Directionally misplaced. Get your phone out and I’ll send you the address”

“Sounds good... babe... I really am sorry”

Keith couldn’t not hold his boyfriend. Wrapping his arms around Lance, he melted into the hold

“I’m sorry too. There’s no excuse for how I acted”

“I get it... I’ll see you soon?”

“Yeah, babe”

#once bitten twice stupid #oncebittentwicestupid

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Every single prompt I have written?

I think that this is every prompt that I’ve done so far, as of 28/03/2020

1. “Come to bed with me?”

2. “Do you even still love me?”

3. “I think you’re bleeding…”

4. “Get off my foot!”

“Get your foot out from underneath my foot.”

5. “Shh, it’s okay, you don’t need to cry.”

6. “I can’t sleep.”

7. “Why did you lie to me?”

8. “Don’t move, they hit your head really hard.”

9. “Have a good day.”

“Don’t tell me what to do.”

10. “Do you want a bedtime story?”

11. “Are you sure that you have enough blankets?”

12. “Get out. I am done with you.”

13. “That looks broken. You need a doctor.”

14. “Oh, you can go to hell.”

“Stop threatening me with a good time.”

15. “[mama/papa]’s got you.”

16. “I need a hug. Please?”

17. “Isn’t it your bedtime?”

“Hypocrite.”

“Come to bed with me then.”

18. “I love you, but please, shut up.”

19. “Don’t touch me.”

20. “I can’t stand the sight of you right now. Get away from me.”

21. “I said that I never wanted to see you again. Why are you here?”

“I just wanted to help!”

22. “Please… I am begging you, just open your eyes. Please. You can’t die.”

23. “I’m not hurt.”

“You are actively bleeding.”

“Oh. So I am.”

24. “Don’t pass out on me now, we’re nearly home.”

25. “Isn’t this illegal?”

“Yes, but technically no.”

26. “Penny for your thoughts?”

“If my thoughts are only worth a penny, I shall keep it to myself.”

27. “Did you just stab me?”

28. “…How on earth did you manage to get up there?”

29. “Put the cookie down, eat your dinner first.”

30. “I think I can feel them kicking!”

31. “Are you asleep?”

“Not anymore.”

32. “What if I don’t get better? What if I am broken?”

33. “That is going to leave a really nasty scar.”

34. “Nothing could go wrong, you said. Well guess what? Everything has gone wrong!”

35. “Quick, I think the baby is coming!”

36. “You made me breakfast in bed? What did you do this time?”

37. “I trusted you.”

38. “I don’t… I don’t feel good.”

39. “Come any closer and I will hit you with this book. I swear to God!”

40. “Where did you put your blankie this time.”

41. “Can you check for monsters under the bed?”

42. “You broke my heart.”

43. “Hey, are you alright?”

“Do I look alright to you?”

44. “That best not be the last of the milk… Oh you bastard.”

45. “One little shoe. Two little shoes. All ready to go out.”

46. “It’s just a bad dream. I’ve got you, it’s okay.”

47. “I wish that I never had met you.”

48. “It’s so cold.”

“You need to hold on a bit longer, you are going to be fine. Just stay awake a little longer.”

49. “Roses are red, violets are blue- ow. Fuck you!”

50. “They have grown so much, it’s hard to believe how little they used to be.”

51. “Have you stolen my shirt?”

52. “Stop lying to me!”

53. “I can’t breathe.”

54. “Okay, start from the beginning, you lost me right after you said that you punched someone.”

“That was the first thing that I said.”

55. “I want another baby.”

56. “I never want you to feel like you are alone.”

57. “You are the worst mistake I have ever made.”

58. “Where am I?”

“Are you day drinking?”

“It’s apple juice, not whiskey.”

59. “Say goodbye to mama and papa, they’ll be back soon.”

60. “Kiss me.”

61. “You loved me!”

“Loved. Past tense.”

62. “Don’t go. Please. I can’t lose you.”

63. “Do you pinky promise?”

“What are you? Five?”

64. “Stomach bug?”

“No, morning sickness.”

65. “I feel safe in your arms.”

66. “Am I just a game to you?”

67. “I’ve got you, you are going to be okay.”

68. “Lunch?”

“It’s half seven. In the evening.”

“Dinner then?”

69. “It could be worse?”

“They got jam everywhere!”

70. “I dreamed about you last night. I woke up happy.”

71. “Stop pretending to care.”

72. “Please tell me that isn’t all your blood.”

73. “What are you reading?”

74. “You really are your [mother/father]’s child.”

75. “I was thinking, you, me, the bottle of wine in the kitchen and sitting in front of the fire. Thoughts?”

“Yes please.”

76. “You hurt me!”

77. “You’re burning up.”

78. “I don’t mean to alarm you, but the spider in the shower is frankly massive.”

79. “So… the baby is fine, I want you to know that first, they are absolutely fine.”

“What did you do?”

80. “Thank you for looking after me.”

“For you I would do anything.”

81. “Wouldn’t you rather be with [him/her/them]?”

82. “I think you need to see a doctor.”

83. “You didn’t see anything.”

“Yes, I did. I saw all of it.”

84. “They won’t stop crying and, in a minute, I think I am going to start crying too.”

85. “Are you wearing a new lip balm? It tastes really good.”

86. “You ripped my heart to pieces. Did it even hurt when you left?”

87. “It’s just a bit of blood. I’m fine.”

88. “I will make dinner if you don’t speak for the rest of the afternoon.”

89. “Stop wiggling! I need to get you changed!”

90. “Do you have a reason to get out of bed today? Let’s just stay here as long as we can.”

91. “Did you ever love me, or was it just an act?”

92. “It’s just a nightmare. I’ve got you.”

93. “Can I adopt the stray cat out in the street?”

“Do you want fleas? Because that is how you get fleas.”

94. “You are perfect, my little [pet name].”

95. “Stop smiling at me like that, I am trying to concentrate.”

96. “I feel like no one could ever love me.”

97. “Take a deep breath.”

“It hurts.”

“I know, but you have to breath.”

98. “Do we have any cookies in? No? I’m making cookies.”

99. “Did you have a bad dream?”

“Uh huh.”

“Come on, get into bed with us, you can sleep in bed with us tonight.”

100. “Can I kiss you?”

101. “Leave me alone. I don’t want to talk to anyone right now.”

102. “You’re going to be okay, just breath. Oh god… is that bone?”

103. “What would you do if I said that I may have burnt the dinner?”

104. “Take a break. I’ll stay up with them, you need some sleep.”

105. “Yes, you look great in my shirt. But I kind of need it back.”

106. “Go ahead, leave, I am not going to stop you.”

107. “That hit hard, are you okay?”

108. “The amount of alcohol I am going to need to forget this is going to kill me.”

109. “How did you get pen that high up the wall?”

110. “I am madly in love with you.”

“Why?”

“I don’t have a clue.”

111. “You’ll come crawling back to me.”

“Never.”

112. “Please breath, please… oh god.”

113. “I may have… mildly panicked?”

“You shot at me!”

114. “Please don’t vomit on me. Please don’t vomit on me. Please don’t… You vomited on me.”

115. “Kiss me. Now.”

116. “Please don’t say that, I don’t think I can take it.”

117. “Did you get shot?”

118. “You drank my coffee? Why must you hurt me in this way?”

119. “How many coffees is that?”

“You try having a toddler who refuses to go to bed.”

120. “May I have this dance?”

121. “Fuck off and fall off a cliff.”

122. “Don’t you dare die on me, you promised me!”

123. “What do you mean you aren’t interested in me, it’s me!”

124. “It’s your bedtime.”

“Can I have a story?”

“I just read you a story.”

“’nother story?”

125. “Hold me, please?”

126. “I’d have stayed, if you had asked me to.”

127. “It hurts.”

“I know, it is going to be okay, I promise.”

“It burns, please… Make it stop.”

128. “Hungry?”

“Depends on if you are cooking or we are going out.”

129. “I just put them down for a nap. We probably have an hour of peace.”

130. “Did you make me breakfast in bed? I think that I love you.”

131. “I’m sorry, but I didn’t have a choice.”

“There’s always a choice!”

132. “Your nose is bleeding.”

133. “No, I am not playing spin the bottle with you.”

“But it will be fun!”

“There are only two people here!”

134. “Fuck.”

“Fuck!”

“No. Don’t repeat that. It’s a naughty word.”

“Fuck.”

135. “Happy birthday!”

136. “After everything you put me through, you come here and ask for my help? How dare you!”

137. “Hey, you passed out, stay laying down for a bit longer.”

138. “Did you just get dragged through a bush, or are you always this messy?”

“I couldn’t find a comb.”

139. “If the kid can nap, am I allowed to as well?”

140. “Look up. Mistletoe.”

141. “Bite me.”

142. “How did I get here?”

“I had to carry you. You hit your head really hard.”

143. “How do you feel about killing spiders?”

“Where is it?”

144. “When mummy and daddy love each other very much…”

145. “Don’t you just look absolutely stunning?”

“You are biased.”

“I am your partner, I am allowed to be.”

146. “I hate you so much.”

“I know. I deserve it.”

147. “I’m calling the doctor.”

“I am fine.”

“You really aren’t.”

148. “Why are you on the floor? Did you fall?”

“Would you believe me if I said no?”

149. “Can you tidy your toys away please? Preferably before I break my neck tripping over a stuffed turtle.”

150. “Did you sleep last night? At all?”

“God no, what do you take me for?”

151. “Get out!”

“Please let me explain.”

“Out!”

152. “it could be worse.”

“You aren’t the one bleeding.”

“Look, you are still alive. Stop whining.”

153. “Pass me that would you- no, no the other one. On your left. No… your other left.”

154. “Hush little baby don’t say a word, mummy has a headache and your crying hurts.”

155. “You and me, together. We’re unbeatable. We can go against all odds and come out on top.”

156. “Who the hell do you think you are?”

“Well-“

“That was rhetorical.”

157. “Are you bleeding?”

“We don’t have time to deal with it. I’ll be fine.”

158. “Is this heaven?”

“Well, judging by your presence here, hell.”

“Oh. So I am dead?”

159. “Is it wrong for me to wish that they never grow up and I can keep my baby forever?”

“I kind of want that too.”

160. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“I am just… speechless. You look beautiful.”

161. “Don’t touch me!”

162. “Walk it off.”

“I don’t know if I can walk.”

163. “Alright, which one of you idiots left your shoes out for me to trip over again?”

164. “Open wide. Come on, eat your dinner!”

“It probably tastes awful.”

“It doesn’t- okay. No, it is pretty bad.”

165. “I’ve had nightmares. That was like a living hell.”

166. “Did you sleep well?”

“Only because you were with me.”

167. “Love me!”

“I love you. Now shut up and go to sleep.”

168. “Don’t move. The spider is on your shoulder.”

169. “How many stitches?”

“Eight. But I think I just ripped two of them out.”

170. “Can I sleep in here? I don’t like the storm.”

“Scared of a little thunder?”

171. “You’re dripping blood everywhere.”

“Sorry, is there a place you’d prefer I stand and bleed?”

“The bathroom. It’s easier to clean up.”

172. “Let’s play a game.”

“Oh no, you are a cheat. I’m not playing against you.”

173. “Bite me.”

“Have you ever said that and been bitten?”

“More times than I’d like to admit.”

174. “Pour us a drink would you? It’s been a long day.”

“Whiskey, brandy, wine or water?”

“If you pour me a glass of water I may actually leave you.”

175. “Get out the shower! You’ve been in there for hours!”

176. “I’ll get the first aid kit.”

“I’m fine.”

“You’re a liar. Sit down and let me patch you up.”

177. “Mama.”

“Did they just… Was that their first word?

178. "I’m going to the shops. Needs anything?”

“A will to live. And coffee.”

“A will to live sounds expensive. I’ve got a tenner.”

“Coffee and chocolate then. Close enough.”

179. “Shit it’s on fire.”

“What did you do?!”

180. “How’s the baby doing?”

“They won’t stop crawling underneath the bed.”

181. “How do you feel?”

“Like I’ve been stabbed.”

“Have… Have you been stabbed?”

“A little bit.”

182. “Why are you in a tree?”

“Why aren’t you in a tree?”

“Are you stuck?”

183. “Let’s get a pet.”

“There’s a spider in the kitchen. That’ll do.”

184. “What time is it?”

“Way too early.”

185. “Bed time.”

“I’m an adult.”

“An adult who has been up for nearly thirty six hours, go to bed. Before I drag you up there myself.”

186. “Did you have a good dream?”

“Yeah, you were there.”

187. “What did you do this time?”

“What makes you think I did something?”

“The black eye is a bit of a give away.”

188. “I’m begging you. Please. Please. Just wake up. I need you to wake up. I can’t be without you. Wake up, please.”

189. “What did you do to [her/him]? Tell me!”

190. “I’m actually going to smack you in a minute.”

“Go for it.”

191. “What are you doing?”

“Wasting time.”

192. “You’re bleeding.”

“I know.”

193. “This is going to really hurt.”

“I know, just do it.”

194. “Let’s just get really drunk.”

“Bad day?”

“Bad doesn’t cover it. We have wine in, right?”

195. “Tuck me into bed?”

“You are an adult.”

“So?”

196. “Kiss me, please?”

“Nah.”

“Fine, I will kiss someone else.”

“No, don’t do that!”

197. “Come to bed. I sleep better with you there.”

198. “It would be better if you just forgot me.”

199. “I don’t want to talk about it, just leave me alone.”

200. “I love you.”

“But I don’t love you.”

201. “Where did you get that scar from?

202. “Hold still, I think it’s broken, I can set it, but this will really hurt.”

203. “I haven’t slept in days. The nightmares won’t stop.”

204. “Wake up, I think someone else is here.”

205. “One drink, two drink, three drink, floor!”

206. “How is the hangover?”

“You can great straight to hell, do not pass go, do not collect two hundred pounds.”

207. “I love mummy.”

“What about me?”

“Just mummy.”

208. “Your brat keeps kicking me in the kidney.”

“How come you say they’re mine whenever they are doing that?”

209. “First day of school, are we excited?”

“No.”

210. “Stay in bed a little longer. It is warm here.”

“Alright, five more minutes, then I have to get up.”

211. “I want to hate you, I really do. You repulse me. So why can’t I stay away from you?”

212. “Does it hurt here?”

“Everywhere hurts.”

213. “Are you cheating?”

“What makes you think that?”

“Because you cannot have three aces when I have two.”

214. “They’re asleep. We finally have some time to… and you are already asleep.”

215. “How do you always look so kissable?”

216. “How could you do it? To me?”

“I’m sorry.”

“I don’t think sorry is going to fix this.”

217. “Oh god I think I am going to throw up.”

218. “Cup of coffee?”

“God?”

“I… I don’t think I am.”

219. “Is… Is it mine?”

“Bastard, of course it’s yours!”

220. “I just want to steal you away to somewhere private and have my wa- oh! I didn’t see you there.”

“I gathered.”

221. “I wish that I had never loved you.”

222. “I can’t stop the bleeding. Please, I need help.”

223. “Ow shit!”

“Language.”

“Ow Merde!”

224. “I go away for six months and I come home, and you have a baby.”

225. “Will you be my Valentine?”

226. “I got you a gift.”

“Why?”

“It’s Valentines day today?”

227. “A candlelit dinner?”

“Anything for you my dear.”

228. “Why are there roses all over the bed?”

“Valentines day?”

“You can tidy that mess up.”

229. “I made dinner reservations.”

“So did I. Surprise?”

230. “Supri- oh shit you’re not [insert character name].”

“Oh god! What the hell? Where are your clothes?”

231. “There are flowers on the doorstep.”

“Who from?”

“I think that you have a secret admirer.”

232. “I guess that you could say that I am a hopeless romantic.”

“I would have just stopped at hopeless.”

233. “I love you.”

“I know. No, I’m just joking! I love you too!”

234. “Happy Valentines day.”

“I didn’t think we would do anything for it.”

“I changed my mind, I wanted to treat you.”

235. “You. Me. Quarantined for two weeks. Anything could happen.”

“Yeah. I may kill you. Or we may both get sick.”

236. “You know, in thirteen years, we could get a quaranteen out of this.”

“I think that I would rather just get sick. Thanks though.”

237. “You have quite a high temperature.”

“Do… Does that mean you think I’m hot?”

“And you are clearly delirious.”

238. “You are coughing an awful lot, you really should be in bed.”

239. “We should do what they did in Edinburgh.”

“Which was?”

“Anyone who was sick got bricked into their homes and left to die.”

“Oh… No, we aren’t doing that.”

240. “We are running out of milk.”

“God, I hate black coffee.”

“Maybe someone shouldn’t have got sick then?”

241. “Is this necessary?”

“You sneezed. You get locked away.”

242. “If you cough on me, I will end you.”

243. “If this kills us, I am glad that I got to spend my last few days with you.”

“It’s a bloody cold.”

244. “I wonder what the world will be like when we can go outside again.”

“It’s two weeks, not two decades.”

245. “I made you some tea.”

“Thank you.”

“But I am not coming into your room, I’ll leave it out here.”

246. “I made you some soup. Open your mouth, I just want to check your temperature first.”

247. “I just want… chocolate.”

“We have three days left. Then you can eat so much chocolate that you are sick.”

“That is the plan.”

248. “I have nothing to read.”

“What about those books on your bedside table?”

“I’ve been inside for ten days. I’ve finished them.”

249. “I can’t believe that I want to be exercising right now. Anything that isn’t these same four walls for another week.”

250. “I am so bored. I would do anything right now.”

“Anything?”

“Anything but you.”

251. “How many rounds of snap have we played?”

“Um… Thirty-six. It’s not my fault you’re bad at any other card game.”

252. “How long will we be inside for?”

“Fourteen days.”

“This isn’t enough coffee.”

253. “I swear there is mistletoe everywhere.”

254. “Close your eyes. I want to surprise you.”

“I hate surprises.”

“You’ll like this one.”

255. “Mince pie?”

“Raisons disgust me.”

“I made them myself.”

“I suppose that it couldn’t hurt to try one.”

256. “You are awful with wrapping paper.”

“I nearly gave up and just wrapped myself up instead.”

257. “What are you doing?”

“Tying a ribbon around you.”

“Why?”

“You’re a gift.”

258. “Do you think you can survive Christmas with my parents?”

“Can you?”

“We are going to need a lot of alcohol.”

259. “I think it’s snowing.”

“I think I am not leaving the house today.”

260. “We need hot chocolate, cream and marshmallows.”

261. “We should go ice skating.”

“I don’t know how to skate.”

“That’s fine, I could do with a good laugh.”

262. “You forgot to get them a present, didn’t you?”

“I didn’t realise that we were actually doing anything for Christmas!”

“A fool’s error.”

263. “Do I get a kiss at midnight?”

“Depends.”

“On?”

“If I am still awake. And sober.”

264. “I think that I am on the naughty list.”

“Oh yes, you definitely are.”

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Baby its Cold Outside (PART 9)

Bakugo x Reader

Have you seen this man

**** Warning**** This chapter has a bit more graphic violence than the others.

Words : 2810

PART 1 HERE, PART 2 HERE, PART 3 HERE PART 4 HERE PART 5 HERE , PART 6 HERE PART 7 HERE PART 8 HERE PART 9 HERE PART 10 HERE PART 11 HERE PART 12 HERE PART 13 HERE PART 14 HERE

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You actually got pulled to duty today, so naturally you just had to be feeling under the weather. Any other day of the week you could sit at your desk or hell just lay on one of the many couches in the break room, but nope. Not today. Today you need to go assist in a bank robbery. It was a simple call. They just needed you to pop in and get the hostages out. Piece of cake. From what you understood there was only four hostages and only two villains. Walk in the park.

But because you were already having a bad day it would only make sense if it got worse from there. So you arrive on scene and guess who’s already there? Bakugo. And guess who is yelling like the mad man he is that you don't need to go in there? Again Bakugo.

“Nope. No. I don’t think so! This feels all too familiar. Nope. Cant do it. Go home. I think I can hear Zuko crying from here. You should probably go check on him. I can take care of this...” He probably didn't even know he was doing a full on Deku rant but you weren’t about to point that out to him right now.

“Ground Zero... I appreciate your concern but I was called here specifically. I assume because they knew you’d blow up the building. I’ll have them out in five minutes. Now you can either help me or pout. That part is totally up to you.”

He narrowed his eyes at you, probably not appreciating be called Ground Zero. But you were in pubic and trying to be professional. “Okay Adsum..” He threw a little extra sarcasm on your name. “What do you want me to do?”

You gave him a victorious smile, “I’m glad you asked. I can do this a lot faster if the villains are distracted. So do what you do best. Yell at them, blow things up, get their attention. And once I’ve got them all out you can go Lord Explosion Murder all over the place... Sound good?”

He ground his teeth, “Yeah whatever just hurry...”

Before the accident Bakugo wouldn't have bated an eyelash at you doing something like this. Now it was like pulling teeth.

You ended up pulling everything off flawlessly. Only minor damages but that’s only to be expected when Bakugo’s involved.

You endured the strobes of flashing cameras as the press yelled praise and questions. But neither you nor Bakugo paid them any attention. In fact you wanted to get as far away as possible. You started to feel light headed and you thought you were going to vomit any second now. Once you were far enough away you bolted towards a trash can and emptied your breakfast.

Bakugo was at you in an instant holding your hair and rubbing your back, “Oi... you okay? You pushing yourself too hard again? I don’t care how small she is, I’ll fucking fight Dylan.”

You pulled a tissue out of your pocket and wiped your mouth. “I dont think it’s Dylan. I think I’m just sick. I wasn't feeling too hot before I even came in today. But now that I think of it, We did have a harder day yesterday than we usually do. She had me pushing myself to see how many times I could teleport in under a minute.” You gave him a proud smile, “I got all the way up to 30. Thats once every two seconds.”

He brushed a few hairs out of your face, “As proud as I am of you, you need to take better care of yourself. I know you say she knows your limits and everything but I still dont think there’s a chance in hell she knows your limits better than you do.” You went to protest but he gave you a pointed look, “Can you please take the rest of the day off? Just go home and get some rest. You clearly need it. ”

“Ugh, fine... but only if you bring home some ice cream later...”

He laughed, “You and your damn ice cream. Yes I will bring you ice cream. Cookies and cream or chocolate chip cookie dough?”

You gave him puppy dog eyes, “Both?”

He smirked, “How could I say no to that. Alright you got yourself a deal. Now get out of here before I throw you over my shoulder and drag you home myself.”

You wagged your eyebrows, “Oh yeah?”

He thumped you between the eyes, “Oi! We are at work women! Contain yourself.... you also just threw up...soooo I will give you a professional hand shake goodbye.”

He held his hand out and you just rolled you eyes. You held your hand out as well but before it met his you popped behind him and smacked his ass. “Report me to HR... I dare you.” And then you popped away in the direction of your apartment before he could scold you. You ended up ditching the costume and packing it away in your backpack. You called a cab because you really were not feeling well.

You didn't know if the cab driver was staring at you periodically because he recognized you or if he thought you might throw up in his cab. Either way he didn't make any attempts at conversation which you were thankful for.

You quickly took a half ass shower and brushed your teeth before going straight to bed. You passed out a soon as your head hit the pillow.

You woke up hours later to the loud ringing of your cell phone. You checked the time before you answered. It’s a little past midnight, Katsuki should have been home by now.

The caller ID said Kiri and your heart sank. With shaky hands you clicked answer, “He..” You cleared your throat, “Hey Kiri? What’s with the late night phone call? You wouldn't happen to know where Bakugo is would you?”

“That’s actually why I’m calling! I’m on my way to get you. I’ll explain everything when I get there. Just get dressed and get ready to go. Zuko too! Dont answer the door for anyone who isn't me!”

He hung up before you could ask what was going on. Truly panicking now you jumped out of bed and started digging around for clothes. You were pulling on your shoes while simultaneously trying to locate Zuko’s leash when a loud bang came from the other side of the door.

“Hey Bitch! Open up the damn door! We know you’re in there! Dont make me break this shit down!”

Zuko started growling as you looked through the peephole. You gasped, it was the cab driver from earlier. He did recognize you. And he brought a friend.

“Your little boyfriend aint here to protect you now is he! Not like he was the night he killed my brother! My brothers dead because of you!”

You had no idea what the mad man was talking about but it was enough to send chills down your spine. You didn't want to risk having to fight them one on one. You still felt too sick for that. You knew Kiri was on the way so you could wait util he got there... *CRACK*

They had started kicking at the door now. “Shit...”

“We’re going to make you pay for what you did you little bitch!”

*CRACK*

“Then when we’re done, we’ll take out that that little shit stain Ground Zero!”

*CRACK*

“Then we’ll track down every girl you saved that night!”

*CRACK*

You ran to the kitchen and took one of Bakugo’s really expensive knives. Surely he’d forgive you for fucking it up. You returned to the door that was only about one hard push from coming off the hinges. You focused really hard as you squeezed the knife in your hand. Then there was a slight pop and the knife was gone.

“WHAT THE FUCK!” You looked through the peephole again but this time the cab drivers buddy had a knife... Bakugo’s knife, the one you were just holding, lodged in his chest. You did it.... You had teleported the knife through the door.

Before you had a chance to back away from the door, the cab driver threw his shoulder into it, effectively taking it off its hinges and throwing you to the ground. “Fuck!” You tried to scramble to your feet but he caught your ankle.

You kicked him in the face twice before he let go. You had barley gotten to your feet when Zuko lunged for him. Bakugo spent a lot of time training him... so it didn't surprise you when he went straight for the throat. But watching as your dogs teeth sank into another man’s throat... it was hard to watch.

The man cried out in alarm but Zuko just dug deeper and growled. You eyes went wide, “Zuko! No! Get back here!”

Zuko let go and ran back to you. The man’s blood was pooling around him now as his eyes began to droop close.

You sat down in shock staring at the scene before you. Two dead men. Blood. so much blood. Your breathing was starting to get shallow.

“Holy shit! What happened to don’t open the door for anyone but me?! Y/N! Are you okay?”

Your eyes slowly met Kirishima's, “Where’s Bakugo?”

He grabbed your hand and started pulling you out of the apartment and down the hallway. “I’ll tell you in the car... Come on Zuko!”

You sped off with Kirishima checking his rearview mirror periodically. He didn't ease up until he was almost to the agency you worked at. “Okay so here's the deal. So as you just discovered some quirkless cabdriver found out where you and Bakugo live. He sent a threat along with some pictures of you walking into the building to Bakugo.”

You gasped but Kirishima wasn't done, “Yeah but what's worse is he also sent it to the league of villains. Told them you were the one who messed up their human trafficking deal and Bakugo was the one who blew up some of their best men. You both have pretty big targets on your back right now. And Bakugo being Bakugo... he....”

Your hands gripped the leather armrest, “Kiri don’t tell me he went off on his own... KIRISHIMA WHERE IS HE?!”

He gave you a sad look, “We don’t know. He called me and told me to get you out of the apartment and then hung up... That was an hour ago.”

Your eyes welled with tears. He’s so stupid. always yelling at you for not waiting for back up and now he thinks he can just show up alone to fight the League of villains of all people!

“Where are you taking me?”

“Technically I’m supposed to bring you to the agency while we wait this out... but...”

You leaned forward, “But what?”

“But we’re going to meet up with Deku, Todoroki, and Denki and where going to go get him.”

“I thought you said you didn't know where he was?”

He gave you a shit eating grin, “I dont. But we happen to know where all the League of Villain hideouts are. All we need now is for you to teleport to each one. Find him and report back. They’re all within a few miles of each other. I know it’s kind of pushing it but Bakugo told me you once teleported 15 miles.”

You nodded, “By accident sure, but my range has gone up! Its almost to three miles now... He’ll kill you for this you know? He won't want me involved in this at all.”

He rubbed his neck, “Well that's a risk I’m willing to take to get his dumb ass home.”

Half an hour later you along with the others were huddled around a map with all possible locations circled. Todoroki pointed to a spot almost exactly in the middle if the others, “That’s where we are right now. This spot is about 5 to 10 miles from all possible locations. Y/n. We need you to teleport to each of them until you find them. When you do, do not engage. Teleport back to us. You’ll take me first, then Midoriya, them Kaminari, and lastly Kirishima. Do you understand?”

You nodded, “I’m going to be honest.. I don’t know how efficient Ill be. I’ve only been working on this kind of thing for a month or so. I’ll likely have to teleport two or three times to get to each location. Do you have pictures?”

He shook his head, “No I apologize we do not. Are you sure you’re up to it?”

You cracked your knuckles, “Which one first?”

You popped in and out. Running into trees, and ponds, and whatever else was in your way. You had to stop to throw up nice or twice, but you never did it in front of the other heros. They didn't need to see you were sick. You were on to the fourth location when you made a mental note to thank Dylan profusely when this is all over. Without her intense training you don’t know if you could have done any of this.

This stretch only took you two teleports to get there. You were breathing heavy with a sweat soaked shirt when you heard it, the familiar sound of an explosion. “Katsuki?” You were hiding in a couple of trees that surrounded a barn. You teleported to the top of the closest tree and look down. Sure enough there he was. You were itching to go to him. To drag him out by his ear. But you had a job to do. You took one last look at his blonde head. Hoping he would still be here when you got back.

In one long stretch that made your muscles scream in protest you teleported back to your friends, “I found him now lets go. We need to hurry!”

Shouto stepped up and you spat a quick, “Hold your breath.” And you were off. You dropped him by the same tree you had just stood under and pointed in Bakugo’s direction, “Hes that way. Just listen for the yelling and the explosions.”

Without waiting for a response you went back to get Midoriya. When you dropped him off you started to feel dizzy. Not good. You leaned on a tree and gripped your head. Through gritted teach you made it back for Kaminari.

When you came for Kiri you couldn’t help it. You threw up.

“Shit Y’n are you okay?”

“Yeah I just have the flue or something. Just give me a minute.”

A minute turned to twenty and you could still hardly pick your head up. Kiri came and knelt next to you. “Hey they made it out okay. They took him kicking and screaming, but they got out. I just got off the phone with Midoriya. What do you say we get you to a hotel room and get you something to eat huh? My treat. It’s the least I can do after I basically volunteered you for this.”

You wanted to protest but your stomach gave you away. You hadn't eaten anything since breakfast, and you had thrown that up a long time ago. “Yeah I could really use some food. I’m fucking starving.”

You called ahead and ordered a room as well as enough food for a small family. Kirishima got the room next to yours and told you to let him know if you needed anything.

You opened the door and the smell of pizza, chicken nuggets, and mac and cheese hit you. You couldn't decide what you wanted so you had ordered it all. You needed a little comfort food. You deserved this.

You had devoured the mac and cheese and was about to dig into the pizza when you heard the click of the door.

You grabbed your fork tightly as you stepped over to see who it was.

“They didn't have cookie dough, so I could only get you cookies and cream.. I hope thats okay..”

You dropped your fork and flung yourself at him, “You’re so fucking stupid you know that! You cant do that to me. I was so scared!”

He slowly wrapped his arms around you, nuzzling his nose through your hair, “I know. I’m sorry. I just.... I saw red. I couldn't let them get to you. The only thing on my mind was to protect you. And then Kirishima told me they went to the apartment anyways. SHIT are you okay? I heard you stabbed a guy..?”

You flinched, “Well not exactly. I teleported the knife through the door... Zuko handled the other guy. Speaking of which he needs a bath... He has blood in his fur...”

He cupped your face in his hands, “Later when were both not emotionally exhausted I’d like to talk about how badass and impressive you are. But nows not the time.” He looked to Zuko who was wagging his tail at his feet, “Thank you for looking out for our girl.” He gave him a quick pat on the head

You pulled away from his embrace and ran to the bathroom and threw up for probably the fifth time today.

“Damn Y/n I’m sorry. I was the one who asked you to take the day off and then you had to go and work so fucking hard just so you guys could find me. I’m such a dumbass. I’m sorry.”

You leaned against the tub, “You're not a complete dumbass. You still remembered the ice cream.”

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