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Comfort in My Shadow

Chapter 1: Hand in My Pocket

By @iwritedumbshit for @iron-mum

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Minor Pepper Potts/Tony Stark

Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, Ned Leeds, James “Rhodey” Rhodes

Summary: Soulmates are definite in the universe. Nobody knows exactly why they exist, or what dictates who is bonded to who, the only thing known is that they are never wrong. But Peter's not so sure about that.

Living at the group home had taught Peter a lot about laying low and how to stay alive when nobody cares. But he'd always clung to the hope of the shadow at his feet reflecting his soulmate that had watched over him for years.

Typical that his soulmate is actually a superhero that Peter is convinced shouldn't want anything to do with him. Maybe, just this once, the Universe was wrong.

But Tony Stark is desperate to prove that it is right.

Ch 2 // Ch 3 // Ch 4 // Ch 5 // Ch 6 // Ch 7 // Ch 8

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The red glare of the setting sun set the City That Never Sleeps in a persistent glow as the last of the golden rays disappeared behind the pillars of the city, outlining every shadow. There was the silhouette of buildings, of cars racing along the road, of people stalking down the street in the usual New York bustle, and there was the shadow of Spider-Man as he swung overhead. Not that it was really his shadow.

Where there should have been a perfect replica of the boy clinging to a web as he dipped low (one that outlined his lumpy goggles and rumpled suit) there was instead the poofiness of fluffed up hair and sharp slacks. The movements of the shadow replicated the boy, like they were supposed to, but nothing else indicated that this shadow belonged to the vigilante swinging through the street.

And Peter liked it that way.

Observing the difference between people's shadow had always been a game to the boy, to watch a thin woman walk around while a curvy figure followed her, or too see a little boy being tracked by the silhouette of a tutu and puffy hair. Until very recently, the teenager had loved to stare at his Aunt and Uncle's shadows whenever he could, always fascinated by the way they reflected each other with a broad smile on his face.

Now, though, neither of them had shadows, and Peter didn't smile as often. He didn't feel like there was much reason to. It had been his fault, after all. His fault they'd never get to see flashes of each other when their shadows disappeared in the dark, his fault they'd never walk under the sun with their shadows in line with the other. It was his fault they'd bled out in an alley so dark their shadows hadn't even been there to comfort them as they left.

Spider-Man rattled an anxious, forced breath through his tight lungs as he propelled himself upwards on his webs. He instinctively looked for the taped together watch he kept on his webshooter to catch the time, though he knew he had plenty. Still, after his last time missing curfew at Queens Pinehill Group Home for Boys, he wasn't anxious to repeat the experience. And he did have to swing across the bridge to make his way back to Queens since he'd branched out to Manhattan for the night.

The cracked watch read that it was barely seven, though, so Peter still had a few hours before he had to be back. Mr. Fowler didn't care much what they did as long as they were back before ten, unless it was one of his "days," which really just meant he was as drunk as a skunk and completely willing to smack a few boys upside their head and be unreasonably dickish about the rules. But other than that, Peter was usually left to his own devices to patrol around the streets of his city and try everything in his power to make up for what had happened barely six months ago.

But it would never be enough.

Peter stopped on top of a billboard that clung to the side of a building, landing clumsily and only barely managing to slip his fingers around the poster for a new movie. His world swam--just a little bit--as he regained his bearings. He shook his head at the dizziness that had become a constant ever since moving to live at the Queens Pinehill Group Home for Boys, but it wasn't like it was their fault. All the boys were reasonably well-cared for, with regular mealtimes, a generous curfew, and easy access to schools, but they weren't really equipped to deal with Peter.

The teenager held back a sigh as his stomach grumbled painfully. He'd eaten the last of his stash of granola bars that he'd bought after a tourist he'd helped had forced a few bills on him. He didn't like taking money, but he couldn't deny that those bars had helped for the two weeks that he'd made them stretch.

Forcing down a hungry grumble of annoyance, Peter turned to survey his shadow instead, the one that had always been the same. Ever since he could remember. Even when he'd been in kindergarten, there'd been the tall and protective shadow of his soulmate behind him. Despite everything, and despite how selfish it felt, it was comforting to look down and see that familiar crop of hair. He reached a hand up to touch his head, never quite used to the way his fingers brushed up against cloth but the shadow underneath him swept through fluffed up tufts.

His soulmate's hair today was messy, not as poofed up as it usually was. Today must be a casual day for him or something, which weren't very often, but when they did occur they often lasted for days. Other days he could make out the outline of glasses and the sharp angles of clothing that made him think of a business suit, though he couldn't be sure. They were only a shadow after all. Peter wondered what his soulmate thought about his own shadow, if he'd noticed anything odd, but, then again, Peter's shadow probably just looked like he was wearing a hoodie all the time, and maybe what could pass as some pretty obnoxious glasses. He'd used to have those anyway.

Peter tilted his head, enjoying the way the hair on the sidewalk underneath him flopped with him. For some reason, Peter found it very amusing when one had hair showing and the other didn't. It just looked a little ridiculous. Recently, it had been the teenager who had been donning the hoodie over his head, but Peter assumed that his soulmate was usually wearing something too. More often than not, he'd look down to see the hair gone, covered by a sharp outline that really had him questioning his soulmate's fashion sense.

The thought brought a snicker to his lips. He nestled more comfortably atop the billboard. There hadn't been any good action in a while anyway.

"Where do you think we should go next?" he asked aloud, and he didn't know if he was asking himself or the shadow of his soulmate underneath. He didn't know why, but he'd always felt like they'd give really good advice. "There hasn't really been much going on, and I haven't seen any of those alien-weapon guys since the knock-off Avengers robbed that bank. Maybe we could try and find out whoever you are again. That'd be kind of fun."

'Kind of fun.' Yeah, right. It was the only thing Peter looked forward to anymore.

Before, he'd always been excited to graduate, to go through college and apply to Stark Industries, his Aunt and Uncle's smiles egging him on the entire way. He'd looked forward to band and robotics and, while he'd stayed, decathlon too. It wasn't as fun as it had been before, but Ned was still there. Liz too. They were nice, and it was good to see their smiles and hear their occasional pitying encouragement that usually only pissed him off (not that he'd ever let them know, they were just trying to help after all), but they weren't what Peter was looking for.

Then again, Peter wasn't 100% he knew what he was looking for either.

He was pretty sure his soulmate was something to look forward to. Ben and May had always described what it felt like to find your soulmate, to be able to stare at shadows your entire life until you found who you were looking for. You would touch their hand and your shadows would switch, and when you let go, the shadow remained to your universe approved bond again. The satisfaction of finally piecing together the flashes you got whenever both shadows disappeared into the darkness. It was something Aunt May and Uncle Ben had always enticed him about, always encouraged.

Maybe if he could find his soulmate, everything would be better. Everything would be perfect, like May and Ben had always proclaimed.

But that was childish, and Peter knew it. Soulmates didn't fix everything, and meeting his soulmate certainly wouldn't improve his situation. They were a regular person with a regular life. He was a second-rate vigilante that had been orphaned twice. Besides, nothing could really help Peter. Not that he needed help. He just needed to grow out of the system so he could make something that actually felt like life rather than the scraping by that it had become.

By the time Peter moved from his spot, it was because his shadow had dimmed with the entrance of New York darkness. He stood up, barely able to make out the faintness of his soulmate, and flicked his wrist out. He still had a little bit before he had to be back at the group home, so he reckoned he'd be fine. He'd be back in time that Mr. Fowler wouldn't give him another strike and he could still eat dinner. He'd do his homework, go to bed, and the next day would be the same horrible numbness of before.

"Any ideas on where the best crime is, Matey?" he asked his shadow, "Maybe superpowers can leech over to soulmates. That'd be really cool actually. Soulologists haven't been able to prove anything other than memory flashes. We could break that entire field of study if that were true."

His soulmate, of course, didn't answer. But the scuffle of a fight and a warped sound unlike anything the teenager had ever heard, did.

---

Tony glanced around his emptying lab, a tired glint in his eyes as he did. Large portions of the tower had been emptied and organized into large crates as they anticipated the move from the tower to the compound. Most of his lab had stayed the same throughout the process, as staff weren't allowed up here, leaving it mostly up to the billionaire himself to pack up his things. Glancing around at the piles of disheveled work and unfinished projects, he might have to get some help anyway. Or, if he started packing now, he'd have plenty of time to do it by himself.

He turned back to the suit he was working on.

The horribly challenging nanoparticles as part of his newest suit were barely coming together. It was incredibly difficult, which made it the most fun thing he'd worked on in a while, which also meant he'd been working on it for two days straight. It was a good thing Pepper was working in another country at the moment and wasn't there to make him go to bed or take a break or anything worthless like that. Then again, he guessed Pepper wasn't the only one with the power to do that.

"Sir," Friday started, "You are approaching your extent of working without a break. I suggest you go to sleep."

"I'm almost done, girl," he replied at the same moment the gauntlet he was working on sparked. He hissed in pain as he withdrew his newly burnt fingers, his vision swimming slightly. He blinked furiously to clear the dark spots from his sight. "Okay, maybe a break isn't such a bad idea."

"Great choice, sir."

"Don't patronize me," he scolded, grabbing a nearby jacket to throw over his stained shirt and a pair of sunglasses despite the late hour, "I'm taking a break, not going to sleep. Keep the lab running for me, I'm gonna go grab a coffee."

"Might I suggest a calming tea instead?"

"You most certainly may not."

Tony stepped into the brightly lit elevator, staring down at his shadow as he usually did when he was alone. The sight of the usual hoodie brought a smile to his face. His soulmate must have a hoodie addiction as strong as his coffee one, though he usually preferred whenever he could see the kid's curly hair before it was eventually tamed down by what he guessed was a godly amount of hair gel.

His soulmate had turned fifteen recently, he knew. August tenth was the first day he'd had a shadow, one of a tiny baby curled up at his feet. He remembered fondly what it had felt like to look down one random morning and see the dark blob at his feet, the confusion and the joy as he'd realized it moved with him. After thirty-one years, a soulmate of his very own.

He'd loved to watch them grow through their shadows, though his favorite was the little snippets he'd get of their life. Like for everyone else, they were very rare, especially in the bright cities he was accustomed to living in. There was always just a little bit of light somewhere in New York, but he remembered vividly the little snatches he'd managed to get from his soulmate's life when both of their shadows faded into a shade of the dark completely.

A deeply nerdy room with Star Wars posters. The bustling streets of a city. And, more recently, dark alleyways that had made him more than a little nervous. His soulmate was only a kid after all, but it was a bit hypocritical for him to be any kind of judgmental after his own teenage years, and it wasn't like he could do anything.

Other than what he was doing now.

The flashes of the streets he'd seen in his soulmate visions had reminded him deeply of New York (though they could just as easily have been from another city in the States), so Tony had made the effort to go out more whenever he could. Usually he couldn't stay for long, he was pretty busy after all. Still, local coffee shops and street vendors had become frequented by Tony Stark as he'd searched. He knew it was a little ridiculous to parade around the streets of New York City in the hopes that he would stumble upon his soulmate, but after everything that had happened with the team, he could at least try to throw in a little optimism.

The mechanic blinked out thoughts of the broken team as the elevator opened on the empty bottom floor, making his way through the darkly lit lobby and out the door into the streets. Street lamps were lit brightly, and, coupled by the headlight of cars and the alternating colors of traffic light, his soulmate was able to walk alongside Tony as he crossed the road and began down the sidewalk.

"Any recommendations for a good coffee shop, my little shadow?" Tony asked his soulmate. The people on the street paid him no mind, not that it was unusual for people to talk to their shadows. "If you do live around here, you must have at least a few recommendations. Well, I guess you are a kid, but I drank plenty of caffeine when I was your age, so."

He shrugged to himself, stopping at a street corner and pursing his lips as he thought. He'd really only explored Manhattan when looking for his soulmate, but walking across the bridge into Brooklyn and Queens would take much too long. He did want to get back to his project after all.

Tony made a turn, resolving to just find whatever new café he could. Maybe he'd explore Brooklyn or Harlem after the move. Or maybe Queens, he had been wanting to try and meet that Spider-Kid for a while anyway. He'd thought he'd had an opportunity when Rogers and his merry band had taken Barnes and left in Germany, but everything had gone by just too quick and he didn't even know the guy's identity. Not for lack of trying. The guy was pretty good at avoiding cameras, it almost made Tony jealous.

The billionaire walked for about fifteen minutes, passing by every coffee shop he'd already been to in search of a new one. There were plenty in Manhattan, but Tony had been to so many at this point it was a little ridiculous. He stopped, ready to pull out his phone and see where the nearest one he could find was, when he caught sight of a man out of the corner of his eye.

He frowned. How long had that man been following him? A few blocks at least, he recognized that green jacket from when he'd passed by Beany Business.

The light turned from an orange hand to a white silhouette, and Tony hurried across the street. He hadn't brought any kind of weapons with him, and he really wasn't in the mood to cause some kind of scene. If he was quick, he could probably lose this guy and still get to his coffee shop without some kind of annoying disturbance.

Tony allowed himself to be swept up in the crowd of late-goers, moving with them quickly. He let that crowd trickle by and joined another, and then joined one more of a drunk afterparty before finally slipping down an alleyway when he could no longer see the green jacket. He blinked in surprise as he caught sight of a coffee shop just across the street, bright red letters reading 'The Coffee Club.'

He smiled. Perfect.

Stuffing his hands in his pockets, he strolled down the alleyway towards the cheap looking café. And then a figure stepped in the entrance, blocking the view from across the street and slapping Tony's easygoing smile off of his face.

The billionaire immediately tensed as his eyes roamed over the green jacket, the covered face, and finally the gun pointed towards him. His eyebrow raised as his gaze rested on the weapon that wasn't really a gun. It was splayed out like a robotic arm, shiny and just a little bit clunky but clearly dangerous.

"Hands in the air, Stark," the man ordered. Slowly, he followed the man's orders. "Phone and glasses on the floor. Now."

"I'm gonna have to move my hands for that," Tony snarked. The man gave him a slight snarl.

"Just do it. Slowly. And throw them over here."

"Sure," he agreed, fishing his phone out of his pocket and taking his glasses off of his face before letting them clatter to the ground. The man kept the robotic gun trained on him as he grabbed the devices, placing them in a pocket in the thick of his jacket. Tony frowned. "So, what is this? A kidnapping? Taking my wallet? Genuinely interested."

"I've been watching you for a while, Stark," the man said, "You go out at night a lot. I knew it'd only be a matter of time before I could get what I want from you."

"And I would love to know what that is. As well as where you got that neat little arm-gun there. Is that Sokovian?"

"Shut up, Stark. I don't need your snark, just some information, and I'll take your wallet too."

"Mind leaving me enough cash for a coffee?"

The gun cocked. "What did I just say?"

"Hmm, I forgot."

"Very funny."

"Thanks, I thought so too," Tony joked. "Anyway, back on topic of what this is all about."

The gun whined and then quickly shot, whizzing past Tony to burn the wall just behind him. Tony turned his head to glance at the large ring of smoke before facing the man in the green jacket again.

"Shut up," he ordered again. "No more words from you unless they're the password into the DODC."

"There's more than just one password. You got a pen? This could take a while."

"No, you're coming with me."

"Oh, so this is a kidnapping."

"I can't have you changing the passwords and alerting anyone of this," the man answered like it was the most obvious thing in the world, but Tony could already count five thousand ways this could go wrong for Green Jacket Guy. One being that Tony wasn't up for being kidnapped at this moment in particular, and he definitely wasn't going to let this schmuck take him while he was just trying to get a decent coffee. "Keep your hands in the air and don't move, or else I'm hitting you with this."

When he gestured to the gun, Tony just gave him a bored look. "You know you're not getting any passwords or anything if you kill me, right?"

The man flicked a switch on the gun. "It's set to stun. It won't kill you, but it will definitely knock you out for a few hours."

"Good to know."

Green Jacket Guy approached, a pair of cuffs poised to slip around his outstretched hands. The man's steps were jauntily hesitant, but clear apprehension didn't stop the man from grabbing his hand and forcing the first cuff around him. He moved to click it around the billionaire's other wrist, but was met with a snapping punch to the face.

Green Jacket Guy stumbled back, a hand pressed against his newly bloody nose in a grunt of clear pain. Tony dove when the man quickly gathered himself and raised his gun, forcing himself behind a trash can as it whined and then fired. The trashcan forced itself against Tony, slapping the mechanic against the wall with a shouted groan, his shoulder barely breaking his fall. That was going to bruise in the morning.

Forced to his knees, Tony scrambled back up only to be faced with the robot-arm-gun pointed directly in his face. It charged up in its now annoyingly familiar warped whine, and there was nowhere to go. He was trapped and he was not excited to be blasted by this thing and if he got kidnapped again Happy was going to have a heart attack, he might as well--

"Hey! Watch where you're pointing that thing!" called a squeaky voice. Tony and Green Jacket Guy both turned as a red blur shot into the alleyway, a thwip! knocking the gun from the man's hand and the red blur knocking into him. The man was barreled to the ground with a pained groan before he was covered in a flurry of webs, the Spider Guy standing over him. "Pointing guns at people is illegal y'know! Sorry to be a party pooper, but I will be calling the police."

Tony blinked, forcing himself to his feet fully as the vigilante turned around, the lenses of his goofy goggles widening in comical shock.

"Oh, whoa."

---

"Oh, whoa," Peter breathed as he caught sight of literally Tony-freaking-Stark dusting off his pants as he stood up. His eyes instinctively fluttered to the man's shadow, expecting the long hair and slim figure of Pepper Potts but catching sight of a short and rumpled man instead. Huh.

"Whoa yourself, kid," Mr. Stark responded, stepping over to where the man was knocked out cold and webbed to the ground. He dug through the man's exposed green jacket and pulled out a pair of glasses and a sleek phone, but Peter's eyes were locked onto the strange gun on the ground. His eyes narrowed at how similar it looked to the ones at the bank. "What're you doing out here? You're a Queens guy aren't you?"

"Oh, uh, yes-yes, sir. Usually, but I was just, uhh, I was just around and I heard the fight and, and yeah..."

Mr. Stark turned to look at him, an eyebrow raised in suspicion as he glanced over Peter's ratty superhero suit. He shuffled on his feet nervously, trying desperately to keep himself still and untense his shoulders, not that it had much affect. The teenager choked down agitation, trying his best to not glance at his watch. It was getting late and, while Iron Man was his second favorite Avenger, the last thing he needed was Tony Stark finding out his secret identity.

"What's your name?" Mr. Stark asked.

"Spider-Man."

"And your real name?"

Peter paused. "Spider-Man. On my birth certificate and everything."

Mr. Stark frowned, and Peter thought he was going to demand a legitimate answer, when he shrugged and stepped away from the guy on the ground. "Fine. You helped me out, I won't bother you about it. For now."

Peter let out a low sigh, muttering, "Thank you, Mr. Stark."

"I am going to bother you about other things though," Mr. Stark said, "I've been meaning to talk to you, and no time like the present."

"Oh, uhh, I kinda have to--"

Peter was interrupted by the painful rumble of his stomach. His face turned as red as his mask, and he was thankful the man couldn't see his embarrassment, not that that stopped the superhero's teasing smirk. With a wave, the man stepped out of the alleyway. "C'mon, let's go."

"Go--go where?"

"Coffee. I came to get a good black coffee and I refuse to leave without one."

Peter glanced down at the guy he'd webbed. "What about him?"

"My AI already called the police. They'll be here soon. Now, c'mon. I'm not gonna ask you twice."

"Yeah, yeah. Ah, okay, Mr. Stark."

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Peter shuffled his feet nervously, his arms crossed and constantly turning so that he could peer at the time on his watch. Twenty minutes. Not looking great, but it wasn't like Peter could really leave while Mr. Stark ordered his coffee. That would be rude, and plus it was Iron Man, so, overall a bad idea.

He glanced over from where he was leaning against the brick wall of the coffee shop to stare at the clear door. Like a final answer to his prayers, the billionaire stepped out, a drink carrier in one hand and a small brown bag in the other. The man didn't look exactly like he'd thought he would. Tony Stark had always been almost hilariously imposing in his mind, with a sharp suit and a sharper goatee, but this man was softer. Rougher.

His clothes were stained, his leather jacket rumpled, his hair messy and his face worn with the lines of memories. He seemed almost familiar somehow, and it unnerved Peter just as much as it comforted him.

"Here ya go, kid. Black coffee for me, hot chocolate and a snickerdoodle for you," Mr. Stark said once he'd walked over. Peter blinked in surprise, but managed to accept the drink and the bag with stumbling fingers.

"Oh, wow. Thank you, Mr. Stark, but you really didn't have to."

"Billionaire here, Spider-Kid. I can afford a cookie and a drink."

Peter thanked him again and, after a moment of hesitation, pulled his mask up to just above his nose, starting on the cookie. It was almost impossible to not fork it down immediately with how starved he felt. Mr. Stark waited patiently until he was finished with his snickerdoodle to start speaking, and Peter's ears burned.

"So," Mr. Stark started, "New York's benevolent vigilante that directs tourists and saves kittens from trees. Doesn't seem like a very exciting gig."

Peter narrowed his eyes, shuffling on his feet again nervously. What was his game?

He shrugged, taking a sip of his hot chocolate before answering, "It doesn't have to be exciting. I'm just trying to help out."

"Why?"

"Why--why help?"

"Exactly," Mr. Stark pointed, and suddenly he wasn't strangely familiar, he filled up the whole street. "Very few people help just to help, and even fewer dress themselves up in something that embarrassing just to help a few old ladies across the street. Why are you doing this? I gotta know. What's your MO? What gets you out of your apartment and into that onesie in the morning?"

"It's not a onesie," he muttered. Peter forced his fingers not to grip around the cup as images of a bloody street and dying shadows filled his head, instead redirecting the agitation into the scrunch of his face. He imagined he had his usual and embarrassing puppy scowl right now. He tried to release it with a sigh, but he didn't feel much better as he answered. "Because...because I've been me my whole life, and I've had these powers six months..."

Mr. Stark hummed in confirmation, goading Peter on. He swallowed down sick at the image of his aunt's brown hair drenched in blood before he continued. "I...I tried to move on at first. Just, hey! I have powers and I'm just gonna ignore it and showboat it. But...when you can do the things that I can, but you don't...and then the bad things happen..." He took a deep breath as Mr. Stark leaned in closer. "They happen because of you."

"So you wanna look out for the little guy? You wanna do your part? Make the world a better place, all that, right?"

Peter nodded fervently. "Yeah, yeah just looking out for the little guy. That's--that's what it is."

Mr. Stark nodded, his eyes glanced Peter up and down quickly before he asked softly, "And what about looking out for you?"

Peter startled, glaring at the man defensively. Did he just look like shit that much?

"What are you talking about? I'm doing fine."

"You reek of someone who hasn't been taking care of themselves, kid."

"I'm not a kid," he muttered, "And I'm fine."

"Yeah? Your arm's shaking."

Peter glanced down to see that, yes, his arm clutched around the hot chocolate was indeed shaking. Peter switched the drink to his other hand before shoving his arm in the pocket of his hoodie. "Just tired."

"It's barely ten."

"And I've been patrolling for--did you say ten?"

Mr. Stark seemed perturbed by his sudden shift, but Peter couldn't be bothered at the way his voice had lowered and shaken with slight fear or the way his entire self had tensed. Peter tore his hand out of his pocket to glare at the watch on his wrist. 9:57. Shit.

"Shit--fuck!" Peter exclaimed, pulling his mask back down. "Oh, shit. Sorry, Mr. Stark, I gotta go. Thank you so much for the hot chocolate, sir!"

"Kid, wait--"

He flicked out a wrist onto a nearby building, bending to leap when Mr. Stark's hand wrapped around his wrist.

Peter blinked at the odd sensation, holding back a flinch at the unexpected touch and tensing as his vision seemed to leap just a foot to the left before fizzing back to what it had been before. It left him dizzy and disoriented, but he only had a minute to get all the way from Manhattan to Queens. Maybe if he made it home within ten minutes he could get away with it or--

"Oh, my God..."

Peter turned at Mr. Stark's voice, realizing the man's hand was still gripping his wrist. He followed the billionaire's horribly stricken gaze to stare at whatever had left him dumb. Peter's jaw dropped as he caught sight of his shadow. It was his shadow.

The fluffy hair of his soulmate was suddenly gone and, instead, Peter's masked silhouette stood in its place. He glanced down at Mr. Stark's shadow, actions slow and jerky as he caught sight of it perfectly reflecting his own perked up jacket collar and outline of glasses. Carefully, Mr. Stark let go of his hand in a motion that felt like he was testing the waters. The shadows switched. The hooded figure shadowed Mr. Stark while the fluffy hair stood where Peter's shadow once had.

"What the..." Peter trailed off. His breaths felt lighter all the sudden. Fast. Too fast. The street was closing in, the cars passing nearby too loud and too bright and oh God his soulmate was Tony Stark. He swallowed painfully, tears biting at his eyes as he struggled for a breath.

His soulmate wasn't supposed to be Tony Stark. Peter couldn't--Peter couldn't live up to that! Mr. Stark had saved the world and he was an Avenger and he was the smartest man in the world and Peter was just some useless kid who got bullied and had a curfew and Jesus Christ he was going to be so late Mr. Fowler was going to be so mad and--

"Kid?" Mr. Stark asked, placing a hand on his shoulder. Peter flinched and ducked away, the cup he'd been holding clattering from his hands as he stood opposite the man. Defensive. A shadow flashed against the man's face.

Peter read it as disappointment.

"I'm sorry," he choked out. He shot a web and leaped away, but he could never escape his shadow.

Ch 2 // Ch 3 // Ch 4 // Ch 5 // Ch 6 // Ch 7 // Ch 8

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New anonymous commission story! This is another hyperpregnant slice of life piece, about a couple of boys who find out that they can conceive additional babies mid-pregnancy which will grow to catch up to the largest sibling, resulting in rapid growth for one of the husbands! Contains hyperpregnancy, tmpreg, some weight gain and lactation, mild belly worship, and allusions to sex.

Leo sat in the passenger seat of he and Marko’s sedan, his boyfriend behind the wheel. The pair sat in silence, each lost in their own thoughts. They’d received some… rather shocking news from Leo’s most recent doctors appointment. All three babies were fine, all perfectly healthy... but that was precisely the point, all THREE were healthy. At three months in, Leo was at the tail end of his first trimester, and when he started, there was supposedly only one in his womb. Then a few weeks ago, they were suddenly expecting fraternal twins. Then finally, today, triplets, all inexplicably at the same stage of growth.

“What’s going through you mind, hon?” Marko finally asked, breaking the silence. Leo brushed a few brown, fluffy hairs out of his face with one hand, and held his tummy protectively with the other. “I’m just… I’m floored we’re having three kids! I’m just… confused I guess? Like we were set with one for a while… and then two… and now…” Leo trailed off. Marko squinted in concentration as he thought of how to word his theory. “I… think I know the pattern… I don’t think it’s a matter of the doctors just mysteriously being unable to count…” Leo could tell where this was going. “You mean…” Marko nodded. “Think about it? There was the night we conceived after the party… that’s one. Then there was minigolf night...” Marko began listing off. Leo nodded, “Yeah, Minigolf was fun, we need to do that again sometime,” Leo smiled. Marko raised an eyebrow, “Like… just the minigolf, or what came after too?”

Leo turned to him and batted his eyelashes, “I dunno, can you get another hole in one?” Marko felt himself start to blush. He was typically the more dominant one, but Leo knew how to push his buttons. “Besides, I wanna test your theory. See if I wake up with four tomorrow,” Marko was now no longer ‘starting to blush’ and was instead outright blushing. “Are you teasing me, or are you serious? Cause our turn to go golfing comes up in two blocks,” Leo put his hand in Marko’s shoulder, leaned over, and said “put another baby in me,”

Marko smiled mischievously, eager to relive their minigolf date. “But! If I win you gotta buy me a sundae. The babies want hot fudge,” Leo teased. Marko’s grin widened. “Nah hon, I’m gonna get a hole in one, beat your ass at minigolf, buy you TWO sundaes, watch you eat them, then we’ll fuck like there ain’t no tomorrow,” he said, wearing his confident smile proudly. Now it was Leo’s turn to blush, turning away and putting his hands over his mouth and cheeks. “Fuck, I hate it when you get all assertive like that,” he said through his hands. Marko laughed. “No you don’t, you little bottom!” Leo erupted in laughter himself, his adorable, irregular laugh like music to Marko’s ears.

“I mean… in fairness, you’re too competitive to lose on purpose, but too much of a gentleman to let a pregnant guy go hungry,” the praise elicited another more subtle blush from Marko, two ran his hand through his short, black undercut. “I mean… you need lots of calcium for the babies. There’s milk in ice cream so, like… it’s good for you right now?” Marko stumbled to his point. Leo chucked and lifted the hem of his beige sweater up to his chest, exposing his tiny first trimester tummy, looking ever so slightly pudgy from being 3 months along. Marko’s blush shifted to a deeper red and he tried to focus on the road, but was a sucker for Leo’s belly. “You’re going to get so big with four babies,” he said, his voice just slightly quivering in anticipation.

“Why stop at four?” asked Leo. “Are you serious?” replied Marko. “100%. We’ve talked about this before. We both love…” he gestured to his bare tummy, “THIS. We both have decided to take on fatherhood, why not just… shoot for the moon?” he put his shirt back down. Marko pulled into “Albatross Minigolf” and put the car in park, looking very seriously at Leo. “That’s going to be really hard on your body,” “I know,” “We’ll need a bigger car,” “I know,” “We’ll need a bigger APARTMENT!” “Marko… we’ll be fine! We only get to really do this once, lets make the most of it!” said Leo reassuringly. Marko wasn’t sure if “this” meant pregnancy, parenthood, or life in general, but he didn’t care. He kissed Leo on the lips, beyond excited to watch his boyfriend grow huge with his babies.

He got out of the car and ran around to the other side to get the door for Leo. He was more than prepared to dote on the man, already deciding he’d get Leo THREE sundaes after minigolf. After all, they’d need some calories to burn.

3 months later

Now six months along, and swollen with large sextuplets, Leo was solidly what one would call ‘very, VERY pregnant’. His usual button up flannel shirts had grown tighter and tighter until they wouldn’t button. While the pair did like the belly out, unbuttoned shirt look, Leo preferred to be more modest when in public. As the temperature dropped due to the coming of autumn, Leo had switched to his larger sweatshirts to remain covered, and even those didn’t really do the job anymore. Now looking overdue with quads, he waddled through the Willowbrook Square Mall wearing that same beige sweater he wore during minigolf night, once two sizes too big, now pulled tight over his bump and only reaching just above his navel.

To cover his lower belly, he wore a supportive belly band to help redistribute the weight of his womb and provide some modesty. Unfortunately for Leo, but much to Marko’s delight, the top hem of the belly belt and bottom hem of the shirt couldn’t quite meet, resulting in a cheeky strip of exposed tummy, complete with his popped navel peeking out.

Leo’s belly swayed slowly back and forth as he waddled next to Marko, squeezing his hand. He absolutely loved being so pregnant, but he tended to get colder feet in public. He was a sight to behold, and people weren’t shy about staring at his impressive bump. “I think that lady has intentionally hopped from store to store to keep me in view,” whispered Leo meekly, “She just keeps watching me, it’s weird,” “Bet she’s jealous of how great you look,” chuckled Marko. “Marko! I’m serious!” Leo hissed, “I like being this big but I don’t like being the center of attention!”

Marko raised an eyebrow, not liking his boyfriend being nervous. “I can talk to her if you’d like?” Leo shook his head, “Nono, I don’t want confrontation, I just want… honestly I just want a milkshake…” he said as cravings shifted his focus to his empty stomach. With each added baby to his womb, his appetite grew stronger, even as the amount of room in his smooshed digestive system grew smaller. Marko swiftly steered the pair toward the food court, knowing exactly what to get him.

Leo wasn’t much of a foodie before pregnancy, but getting knocked up had not only expanded his palette, but increased his appetite to the point Marko was constantly feeding him. He had actually become something of a good cook, and really enjoyed feeding Leo. As a result of his new caloric intake, Leo has began to physically soften with time, his thighs and ass become pillowier, and for the first time in his life, he had love handles. Marko took this as a point of pride, that his cooking was good enough to make someone a little pudgy. Of course, the constant flow of ice cream treats certainly didn’t hurt either.

“Any preferences, dear?” Marko asked as he helped Leo ease into a chair, which had to be pulled away form the table to make enough room for the belly. “Where you buying?” He asked. Marko tilted his head toward one of the chain restaurants in the court, “Sonic has the biggest shakes here, and I know you like car-” “Carmel oreo please,” grinned Leo. Marko’s heart flittered a little bit at Leo’s innocent smile, still in the honeymoon phase even after being together for so long. He nodded and made his way toward the Sonic, leaving Leo to sit and rest his aching feet.

He placed his hands on the top shelf of his belly, and scanned the food court. He was semi-used to being stared at by this point. Being visibly trans, being in a visibly gay relationship, hell, even his nose ring got glares from older folks. But this felt different, it wasn’t him they were stealing glances of, it was his belly. He felt a draft blow across the sliver of exposed skin between his sweater and belly belt, and felt a little self conscious. To make matters worse, the woman who had been stalking him made a b-line and was actually approaching him. He considered getting up and moving, but knew he’d reached the point in size and weight were he really needed Mareko’s help to do anything quickly.

“Excuse me!” she said, Leo braced for the worst. “I’m sorry, I know I’ve been following you around, we’ve made eye contact like 4 times, but I really need to ask you something,” she continued. Poor Leo grimaced and prepared for the worst. What invasive question would he have to answer this time? She took a seat at his table, sitting across from him. She made eye contact and seemed very direct, something Leo wasn’t super crazy about.

“So my friend is pregnant, and she’s carrying decuplets, and she’s really starting to struggle with her size… where did you get that tummy support thing?” Leo blinked, feeling like an overhyped bandaid was just painlessly torn off. “Oh, uh, there’s a place across town that sells maternity wear, called ‘twins n’ up’, and the owner makes their own stuff. They, uh, they custom made it for me,” he answered. The lady nodded intently and made several notes on her phone.

“Is this lady bothering you, hon?” asked Marko as he returned with 32 ounces of creamy milkshake. “No, actually she was just asking me about this!” Leo pulled the hem of his supporting belt, letting it snap back against is belly. “I swear I’m not trying to harass your husband, he’s just the first person i’ve seen who is as pregnant is my friend and I wanted to know where he got his clothes. I’ll leave you guys alone now, thank you!” she said to Marko, offering her seat to him. Marko’s protective nature made him a little cautious of the woman’s intentions, but she seemed harmless enough. “Take care!” smiled Leo as she left. Marko sat across from him, and handed him the milkshake.

Marko chuckled, “I guess we look like husbands now?” Leo took a long, indulgent sip of his shake, basking in the sugaryness of it all. “I mean, we are growing our family quite a bit,” he patted his tummy, “I think it’s a fair assumption we’re married,” Marko considered the situation for a moment and realized, yeah, it WAS a fair assumption they be married, or at least engaged… maybe it was near time he brought assumption to reality…

3 more months later

Marko and Leo were currently no longer boyfriends. Rather, they were fiances! Marko popped the question privately after a very fun and successful baby shower, and Leo immediately said yes. Some tears of happiness were shed, celebratory cake was consumed, and more babies were added to Leo’s ever swelling womb later that night. Things were progressing smoothly for the expecting couple as they’d moved from their old smaller apartment to a larger, open floor house.

Now 9 months pregnant with thirteen babies, Leo was a sight to behold. His belly was permanently bared, no wardrobe in the country able to cover his bump. Through some luck, good genes, and lots of cocoa butter, he’d managed to avoid any stretchmarks, but his navel was thoroughly popped. While he’d started the pregnancy off on the skinny side, Marko’s endless flow of food had made sure baby weight accumulated, and now everything from his legs to his chest was growing. The only part of him that didn’t seem to gain any weight was his face, which was still lithe and adorable. His fluffy brown hair had only grown fluffier and fuller with the prenatal vitamins he was taking. He had to lose his blonde highlight though, as the babies could absorb chemicals through hair exposure, strangely enough.

Marko had been hard at work unpacking their whole life into this new house, as Leo had grown too large to really do much besides be doted on, which Marko was fine with. He’d set up their bedroom, and taken the doors off their hinges and removed the doorframes to buy Leo just a few precious weeks of being able to travel through doorways. At the rate they were going, they would need every inch of their open floorplan just for Leo’s titanic tummy.

Leo’s belly now held not only tredecuplets, but enough amniotic fluid to stay full and spherical. He was clocking in at around 300 lbs, and just under half of that was belly. Through the help of Marko, Leo could still walk… but getting up and down was a challenge. Leo’s belly was beyond bigger around than he was tall, and there were substantial portions where he could no longer reach. That didn’t stop the couple from conceiving more though. Even at thirteen full and pregnant beyond words, the couple still had plans for more. Call it some kind of hedonism, but Leo loved being bred and growing ever more massive, and Marko loved to watch.

Even now, well into January, large snowflakes lazily falling outside, the pair were together, warm and happy. Leo had basically outgrown the couch at this point, his belly more wide than the cushions were deep. Instead, they had splurged on an electric recliner which was situated facing slightly to the right of the television, so that Leo could lay back in a reclined position, but only had to turn his head to see the TV, since he couldn’t see past his own tummy straight on at this point. Strong visible kicks could be seen occasionally poking out of his tightly stretched skin, often in places out of view from Leo himself.

He sat, laid back in his large, cushy recliner, eating some chinese takeout Marko had picked up for him. He set the styrofoam container on his chest, idly scooping noodles into his waiting mouth. A chow mein noodle fell into his cleavage, something he didn’t have 6 months ago, and he picked it out with his chop sticks, hoping Marko didn’t notice him miss his mouth.

Marko didn’t notice, too enarmored with his future husband’s massive midriff. He got to see it every day, and yet every day he somehow loved it more. His hands were almost always touching it, only off of the bump when cooking or otherwise doing housework. He knew this had to be hard for Leo, being so massive and carrying so many, so Marko worked hard to do his part. Anything Leo wanted, he got. Specific foods, foot rubs, new clothes, a bigger belly… all of it was hand delivered by Marko himself. For being the more dominant of the pairing, he’d become something of a servant as Leo grew closer to immobility.

Right now, Marko had a dining room chair pulled up next to Leo, and was working cocoa butter into the side of his tummy, working slowly to both be gentile and maximize his time spent touching it. It amazed him how no matter his size, or how many were in there, his overburdened belly still had just a little give to it. Leo smiled, watching his partner be just engrossed with his tummy. “You have such a hopeless belly kink,” he chuckled. “Hmmm? Me?” Marko said, almost missing the question cause he was staring at the belly. “Yes you! Even before I got knocked up you liked touching me there! Who’s hands were on my tummy when we made out the first time?” Marko blushed. “I mean, yeah mine... but also who was so eager he got close enough that our glasses hooked on themselves? Who was so willing he whispered how he wanted a ‘baby in him right then and there?’,” Marko teased.

Leo was the one blushing now, thinking back to one of their first dates. Little did he know just HOW MANY babies would be put in him later in life. “Is it… bad I still want you to put a baby in me?” he said, embarrassed by his own words and avoiding eye contact. Marko set aside the cocoa butter and stood up, taking a good look at the tummy that lay before him. “No… I don’t think it’s bad… but I wonder if there’s room in that belly for any more?” he teased, pressing the tips of his fingers into Leo’s exposed tummy.

“Oh come on Mark, don’t make me beg, you said you’d take care of me?” Leo teased right back, deepening his finance’s blush. “Hmmm…” he rested the side of his head on the front end of Leo’s belly, listening to the ambient, living sounds from inside. “It SOUNDS pretty full, can one guy get any more pregnant?” Leo crossed his arms and mock-pouted. “I won’t ever find out if you keep talking...” Marko leaned over Leo, casting a shadow across his face. “So you’re ready for number 14?” he grinned. Leo wrapped his hand around the back of Marko’s head and pulled him in for a kiss before whispering, “Why stop there?”

Another 3 months later

Marko had needed to make some calls. He had a few contacts with the fabrication industry, and knew some guys always willing to help him out. Now a year pregnant, and full of 20 babies, Leo no longer fit standard furniture. He was simply too large and heavy for traditional couches and chairs. Instead, Marko’s friends had put their heads together, and fashioned him a special, form fitting lounge chair, with a sturdy metal frame and soft, satiny cushions. They even thought ahead and made certain parts of it adjustable to accommodate for his growing size. And growing he was. Now beyond overdue, the growth of his still healthy brood pushed his body to new maximums. Leo often joked about how his womb would need its own zipcode soon.

Leo buttoned his shirt back up, setting the pumping apparatus on the table next to him. He’d had to start pumping his milk, or his breasts would begin leaking on their own, and frankly, he didn't want colostrum on his plaid flannels. “Hon, could you put that in the fridge?” he asked, pointing at the bottles of milk he’d produced. Marko ran his hand along the circumference of Leo’s belly as he moved past him, slightly tickling Leo in the process. He took the bottles and placed them in the fridge before circling back. “How’re you feeling honey?” he asked. “Big. Pregnant. Massive, really,” Leo answered. “Just how you like it?” Marko replied. Leo grinned, “Yeeeaaahhh,”

Marko placed his hands firmly on the expanse of pale, pregnant skin, and started kissing. Leo squirmed on his throne of pregnancy as his husband moved slowly up his belly toward his face. Marko gave him a deep, passionate kiss on the lips, causing Leo’s breath to shake slightly. “You love me so much,” he said in his quivering voice. “I”m so massive and pregnant and huge and round and you adore me like this.” he continued, getting a little emotional. “Of course I do,” replied Marko, giving his lovely husband a side-hug. “You’re my person, and you’re carrying a lot of persons, just for me, and that’s not easy. And I appreciate it. And I want you to know that I love you, both for doing that and for just being you!” Said Marko tenderly. Leo teared up a little, reaching out for another hug. Marko obliged, Leo wiping a couple tears on Marko’s 80’s style denim button-up.

“I couldn’t do all this without you, y’know… all… THIS!” Leo gestured to his astounding belly, which nudged with movement slightly in response. “You shouldn’t ever have to, babe. That’s why we have each other,” The two shared a tender silence, Marko rocking back and forth slowly. Leo sniffed and shook his head, “Augh, sorry. Pregnancy hormones… y’know… make me all emotional.” he said. “You’re allowed to be emotional, babe,” reassured Marko. “I know…” nodded Leo.

Leo’s tummy rumbled and Marko chuckled, “You also get emotional when you’re hungry…” he pointed out. Leo laughed his bubbly, infectious laugh. “Yeah, I can’t argue with that… lemme see… the babies want…” he paused, “Potato soup!” Marko nodded, making his way to the kitchen to cook a huge batch. “Anything for you, my love,”

#writing #anonymous #commissions #not bellies

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Doctors Appointment: Chapter 3

Okay guys, here’s the third chapter! I hope you guys enjoy this!!! 😁💙

First two chapters.

@janetm74 @dragonoffantasyandreality @katblu42 @cg29 @alexthefly @inertplanetary ----

Scott stood with his arms crossed, watching with a worried frown as Alan’s doctor, Dr David, examined his baby brother. At this moment, Dr David was examining Alan’s joints, mainly his arms and legs.

Alan’s eyes glanced over at Scott.

“Okay, tell me if any of this hurts, okay?” Dr David began to put pressure on Alan’s unbraced leg joints, feeling around with his fingers.

Alan’s face was scrunched up in discomfort, slightly flinching each time pressure was applied to his limbs.

But then Dr David put pressure on Alan’s ankle joint-

“Ow! Ow!” Alan wailed from where he laid on the bed, tears gathering in his eyes. “Ow! That hurts! Stop!”

Dr David instantly took the pressure off, frowning as he gently examined them further. At the same time, Scott had rushed over to Alan’s side.

“Shhh, it’s alright….” Scott whispered, brushing his fingers through Alan’s soft blond hair. “It’s alright….”

Alan whimpered, pouting up at Scott in disagreement.

Scott’s eyes saddened immensely at the sight, tilting his head slightly in sympathy. Oh, my poor little one…

You never should’ve had to deal with this...

Dr David sighed heavily, catching Scott’s attention in a snap. Scott’s stomach flipped at the deep frown on the doctor’s face as he typed his notes into his tablet.

Alan’s joints have gotten worse, haven’t they?!

Oh no, please no!

Alan struggled enough.

Please...no...

“Well, unfortunately, I can’t see much improvement from last time…” Dr David explained sadly, placing his tablet back down, “There is some stiffness in Alan’s left knee, but overall not much has changed….”

Scott let loose a sigh of relief, his shoulders dropping. While no improvement wasn’t good, it was better than the other option.

Oh, so, so much better...

Alan blew out a frustrated breath, “Can...Can I sit up now?” Alan mumbled, looking up at the two adults.

“Yes, of course….” Dr David nodded.

Alan slowly sat up with Scott’s help, leaning his head heavily against Scott’s side with a weak groan.

Scott’s eyes creased in sorrow, lips pressed tightly together as he stroked the back of Alan’s head.

This was only the first part of the appointment, and Alan’s tolerance was already getting paper-thin.

It didn't bode well…

Especially seeing as Alan’s appointment was actually multiple appointments.

First, there was the appointment with Dr David, Alan’s main specialist. The team leader of Alan’s health professionals. They had the main ‘check-up’ with Dr David, who checked all the basic things they needed to watch.

After that, Alan was handed over to the pathology lab for tests and scans. That usually took quite a while.

Alan wasn’t overly fond of some of the tests, to say the least…

But once that was done, Scott and Alan would retire to a private hospital suite for a little break as Alan needed to rest.

Because if Alan didn’t get said nap, there would 100% be a massive meltdown. Like laying on the floor crying his eyes out, refusing to cooperate…

Lots and lots of screaming…

So yes, Scott very much insisted on that break.

(Though sometimes, even that didn’t stop the meltdowns from happening…)

The second main appointment of the day was with Dr Suzzy, Alan’s fitness/rehabilitation specialist.

It took place down in the hospital’s rehab gym, where Dr Suzzy would walk through a couple of simple exercises with Alan. Alan actually had a training schedule for home as well, created by both Virgil and Dr Suzzy.

As their medic, Virgil pulled rank to be the one to help Alan with those exercises.

Scott tried to help sometimes, but unfortunately, running a business and rescue organisation kept him tied down most of the time...

The guilt plagued him…

Gordon also helped out with those exercises at times, especially if the pool was involved.

If there were two things that Gordon took deadly seriously, it was pool safety and looking after his only little brother. So you could be damn sure Gordon was going to be there.

Don’t think you can stop him. He’s a sneaky one, and he bites.

Scott had a faint scar on his arm from a four-year-old Gordon to prove it. (It had happened shortly after mum died, Gordon had been having a bad day… he hadn’t meant it...)

Don’t mess with the Gordo; at times, he’s a cuddly squid and others…

Shark.

Pure shark.

Anyway, after that appointment, it was onto the final and honestly worst part of the day.

Alan’s treatment.

It would occur in the same hospital suite as before, with Alan hooked up to an IV containing his medication. It was a slow process, taking an hour or two. Alan typically spent that time cradled up in Scott’s lap, hugging his Thunderbird Three plushie.

Virgil had gotten it for Alan when he was first diagnosed.

Scott knew Virgil was tempted to get Alan the Thunderbird Two plushie instead but went with Three as that was Alan’s favourite ship.

Also, that before mentioned Thunderbird Two plushie?

It was sitting pride of place on Virgil’s bed.

Because-

‘I couldn’t just leave it?! She was looking so sad sitting there!’

While Virgil needing to have the plush version of his bird was understandable, buying the whole store’s supply of plushies was a bit much.

Like seriously, Virg…

Most of those toys got donated to families that couldn’t afford toys or sick children in hospital.

It ended up being a very good experience for everyone involved…

Virgil had personally gone to the hospitals himself, handing said plushies to the unwell kids himself.

There were tears…

And the lucky survivors that remained either got a job as an International Rescue’s cuddle operative; tasked with comforting young rescuees.

Or adults, it has definitely happened before...

And the last few were adopted by Gordon, whose bed was a sea of plushies.

Scott would never know how Gordon could sleep in that bed…

But it was a pretty adorable sight, he will admit.

Dr David put his stethoscope in his ears, “Okay, let’s have a little listen to that chest of yours, shall we?”

The stethoscope was slipped up the back of Alan’s shirt-

“Cold!” Alan squealed, flinching away as the cold metal of the stethoscope touched his skin. “That’s freezing!”

“Sorry, Alan…” Dr David smiled apologetically. “I’ll warm it up a bit next time, okay?” The stethoscope was placed against Alan’s skin once again.

“Now, deep breath in for me..”

Alan’s eyes narrowed, a grumpy pout on his face as he took a deep breath.

Scott sighed wearily, spotting a possible meltdown brewing on the horizon. He didn’t know when it would hit, but Scott knew that it would happen some way or another.

Alan was displaying all the signs…

Dr David moved the stethoscope around a couple of times, each time asking Alan to take a deep breath. By the time the doctor was finished, Alan was slightly out of breath.

“Well, his heart sounds good, which is always a good thing….” Dr David slipped his stethoscope back around his neck. “But his lungs sound a little wheezy….”

Scott frowned in concern.

“Has he been sick in the last week or so?” Dr David asked Scott, once again typing down notes on his tablet. “Cold? Flu?”

Alan shuttered with a grimace.

Being completely knocked down with the flu or cold was horrible for anyone. Let alone for someone like Alan, who had a weak immune system…

Scott’s eyes slipped close briefly as he nodded,

“Yeah…” Scott replied, remembering that week well. “He was unwell with a bad cold about a week and a half ago….”

It hasn’t been fun...

“I figured as much,” Dr David remarked, putting his tablet down, “Nothing to be concerned about, as I’m sure Dr Tracy wouldn’t let her grandson out of her care otherwise….”

Scott chuckled in agreement. Grandma was a force to be reckoned with when it came to matters of health.

And she had a pupil called Virgil.

“But if it’s not gone by this time next week, I would advise getting it checked….” Dr David suggested as he set up the blood pressure monitor.

Scott nodded thoughtfully, “Will do….”

And seeing as they had a doctor in the house, and most of them were trained medics or EMTs, Scott had no doubt that Alan would get the best care possible.

He would personally make sure of that…

TBC..

#alan tracy #Scott Tracy #thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #Virgil Tracy #Gordon Tracy #John Tracy #sicktember2021 #sick character #sick alan #AU #tw chronic illness

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mlqc | sunday morning

I recently (well~like three months ago) got into this game called Mr Love: Queen’s Choice, and after doing some ‘research’ aka gaming, I felt confident enough to write something. So, here’s a little headcanon about a blissful Sunday morning with the boys~

Warning(s): ever so slightly NSFW (insinuations of a dirty-minded author), profanity/swearwords

Victor

Victor’s quite the workaholic, as we all know

like this man will be working 60-70 hours a week, often bringing work home with him

you’ll be on the couch in pajamas and acting like a total bum while he’s literally next to you wearing glasses and breezing through 50 reports and documents

you steal his laptop and glasses when he starts criticising your report

“Victor noooooooo~work mode OFF!” as you zoom past him with his prescription glasses (he got them fancy glasses with the blue light filter because he’s A WORKAHOLIC and he’s always staring at a computer)

needless to say, this man doesn’t usually have time to spare

sunday mornings are yours though

Victor doesn’t necessarily take the entire day off, but after a certain dummy’s whining, he has agreed to try and have a lie-in on sundays

he *usually* still wakes up before you, because he functions on like 5 hours of sleep (lemme tell y’all, it’s a curse and a blessing in one)

Vic’s a total tsundere, but these moments definitely show off his #SoftCEO side

his little lovebug is sleeping peacefully, wearing one of his pyjama shirts (I bless you with the headcanon that Victor sleeps in silk pyjama pants sans shirt because he runs HOT)

actually, you’re drooling a little bit but even though Victor’s going to pretend he’s annoyed, he never is

oOOhh, also canon that this man is the big spoon in sleeping positions. he naturally gravitates towards you and holds you tight because he’s NEEDY

sometimes you’ll sleep facing each other. Victor holds you against his chest and just cradles your body in his like his life depends on it

100% will entangle his long ass legs with yours

strokes your hair and presses kisses on the crown of your head to wake you up in a gentle way (despite his demeanour, he’s actually remarkably gentle y’all see why i call him #SoftCEO?)

as you wake up, he’ll mock your bedhead with this incredibly fond look in his eyes baby boy these words don’t match your actions

you guys actually get up rather soon after, cos you are both busy people...

fun times in the bathroom not like tHAT well actually kinda~ but for legal reasons everything you do is PG, please spare author-nim who’s still ~barely~ underage

you take a shower and belt your favourite song that’s playing from the built-in speaker (did Victor get a built-in speaker because you thought it was cool? yep. did you ask? nope. did he do it anyways? yehep.) while he goes through his simple morning routine

you probably have more steps in your skincare routine, but he uses a serum, cleanser, moisturizer and some eye cream on the daily

has given you permission to do his skincare at night whenever you both have time

to reciprocate, he dries your hair after your shower you guys HAVE listened to the Right Beside You ASMR, right? ...it’s on YT for free because we’re poor, i know

also canon, blowing raspberries on Victor’s bare back while he’s brushing his teeth will make him choke on toothpaste. tested and approved by MC

“Dummy. What on earth are you doing?”

he hangs around and waits for you to get ready if he’s already done, you do the same. time is something Victor knows all too well, so the precious time he has, he wants to spend with you.

you guys DON’T shower together in the morning because really you’re not getting cleaner ahhh author-nim should really stop

afterwards, you get dressed in some relatively casual clothes (i’m talking a dress shirt without a tie or a polo shirt because no way that this man owns actual t-shirts) and have a simple breakfast

he cooks, obviously.

always makes a balanced, Chinese breakfast (congee or wonton, noodles, tofu pudding, etc.) because he wants you two to start the day well, even on a slow sunday

also, he travels a lot, so he likes eating Chinese food whenever he’s home

ahh...waking up with Victor just sounds like a dream

Lucien

i’m a bit biased on this bitch because he was my first favourite in the game so this might get long. might not. just,,,we’ll see

Lucien is a bit like Victor, where he doesn’t sleep much and works a lot

On the other hand, his work is...ehem...shadier, so he usually works in his office when he’s at home

you’ll both have your own space to do whatever you need to do

days off for Lucien are rare. he usually powers through until he drops

for someone who constantly reminds you to take care of yourself, he’s mediocre at doing exactly that

after getting to know him better, which wasn’t an easy feat because damn this man has more layers than an onion he’ll also make you cry more bUUT we’re not ready to unpack that suitcase, you start noticing when he needs a day off. often even before he notices

you lock his office door and force him to take the FULL day off at least

he could technically open his office again, but he loves you and he’ll humour your attempts

Lucien wakes up before you. always. you’ve seen him asleep like 3 times in your entire relationship.

Luci sleeps like 8 hours,,,a week.

he watches you sleep i feel like that makes too much sense for his character. we love a creepy boy. and wholeheartedly feels at rest with your sleeping figure by his side

in his sleep, Lucien lies on his back, holding you by the waist as you sleep on top of him. your leg is often slung around his middle, so you’re enveloping him. he likes the weight of you on top of him; it keeps him grounded and he likes feeling like he’s yours as much as you are his.

on another note, Lucifer—ah whoops—sleeps butt naked. i honestly can’t imagine him wearing clothes in bed. he’s not shy about his body and feels absolutely no need to cover up for his significant other.

you, however, don’t usually sleep naked. well...nowadays you end up sleeping naked more often than not because alright author-nim’s horrible. can’t help it, he’s a fucking scorpio?

because you guys take a day off, Lucien’s content with waiting and watching until you wake up

he feels you stir on his chest and honestly your drowsy eyes make him swoon

“Already awake, my beautiful butterfly?”

his slightly husky morning voice *really* does things to a person tbh

you guys stay in bed for a good half hour after you wake up, just cuddling and talking, also sneaking in a kiss here and there

you have the same habit of tracing each other’s bodies with your fingertips

his fingers flutter over your waist, you trace his chest or hands with your index again, it’s a very grounding experience to Lucien

when you do get up and head to the bathroom, first thing you do is shower together

he likes washing your hair

bathroom bits might happen, but surprisingly, it’s not a thing that happens a lot so don’t come at me. we’re being wholesome

Lucien’s incredibly intimate and his love language is touch. Yes, he has a way with words but he’s also a really good manipulator

he’s used his words for evil too often and therefore can’t trust words anymore. so he uses physical intimacy as a way to show love.

Lucien has a skincare routine of dermatologically approved products. a double cleanse, serum, essence and moisturizer. he uses anti-age sometimes to prevent later wrinkles.

they’re also one of the reasons why he smells clean and fresh

will tickle you when you’re rinsing your mouth. you’ve sprayed water all over the bathroom mirror before. he loves the reaction.

if you’re having a day off, you’ll probably just wear sweatpants and a t-shirt or a sweater. Lucien’s closet is relatively plain but clean. he has the best cable-knit sweaters/cardigans though.

your breakfast consists of western things like yogurt or oatmeal. Lucien likes having fruit at the start of the day

the rest of the day is spent relaxing and lounging, walking in the park, biking, reading, drawing, whatever you’d like

maaan...i wish i had more days off

Gavin

Gavin’s actually a decently laid-back person on weekends

like, sure he has to work a lot, but his job doesn’t necessarily force him to work from home, so you pretty much have his full attention at home but also he can’t bear to not give you his full attention so what are we expecting

the nasty thing about Gavin being a police officer is that sometimes, he gets called up and needs to work at unconventional hours

also, he gets injured. most of his injuries are minor, but that doesn’t stop you from worrying.

but anyways, he’s not a total busy bee when he’s at home, and relaxing isn’t exceptional

sunday mornings are...well...active. Birdcop goes on a run/hits the gym every morning, so he’s awake by 6am. what did y’all think i was going to write

afterwards, he takes a quick shower and joins you in bed again.

Gavin sleeps in a pair of basketball shorts and a singlet. he’s somewhat shy about sleeping shirtless, and god forbid he sleep naked. but it’s all good and he respects your boundaries. besides, he’s comfortable in his sleep and that’s all that matters.

you spoon in your sleep. sometimes, he’s the big spoon because he likes being able to ‘protect’ you in his sleep. other times, he relishes in the comfort of being the little spoon and feeling you pressed up against his back.

very important headcanon! you’ve learnt to sleep with the bedroom window open. on workdays, Gavin gets home late and jumps right into the bedroom. it’s become a typical habit for you two, although you used to be grumpy about not being able to sleep with the noises of traffic.

you’re usually awoken by the sound of the shower and Gavin’s humming it’s canon that he hums now, bitches. also I bet his singing voice is amazing

so it’s less ‘sleeping in’ and more ‘lounging in bed like the lazy bastards you are’ i’m kiDDING

if he’s able to, Gavin might convince you to go on a run with him....but let’s be honest, you rarely agree

Gavin’s a total cuddlebug though, so be prepared to spend the next forty-five minutes in the tightest hug ever (to be fair, you’re not complaining)

he’s completely soft for you and you’ll have to wrestle out of his grip to get to the bathroom

you don’t shower in the morning, so everything’s pretty quick

Gavin doesn’t actually have a good skincare regiment tbh...he’ll slap on some cream and that’s it. probably washes his face in the shower with body wash...AND HIS SKIN STILL LOOKS AMAZING

you like making funny faces in the mirror while brushing your teeth and making Gavin laugh while he’s watching you in the doorway. he loves how you just make his day with the smallest things.

you guys both dress in really casual clothing, like hoodies and shorts/sweatpants/pj pants unless you’re going somewhere

Gavin has them grey sweatpants, if you know what I mean okay I’ll chill, sorry~

you wear his shirts a lot because they’re super big on you and Gavin secretly not-so-secretly thinks you’re adorable in them (a good thing about Gavin is that he’s easy to read; he blushes rather quickly)

“Ahh...it’s just—you look so tiny and cute.” guess he’s not the only one blushing now

i see Gavin as a ‘bun for breakfast’ kind of person. he picks them up at the stall a couple of miles away when he heads home. sometimes he does so running, other times...well he’s not called Birdcop for nothing

you guys have 2 buns each for breakfast because they’re delicious

lounge time is often spent gaming or cleaning the house (you’re both busy people and Gavin tends to get messy because he just chucks clothes on the floor after a hard workday)

you make the most out of your sunday, hoping Gavin doesn’t get called in

who wouldn’t like being domestic with Gavin?

Kiro

Kiro, unsurprisingly, has an incredibly busy schedule

one that, similar to Gavin, isn’t really decided by himself

i suppose his situation is a tad bit worse than Birdcop’s, since his workdays don’t even actually end when he gets home. he constantly practices choreos, singing, etc. at home

so, full days off are few and very, very far between

this makes them extra precious

it helps to have a lazy morning once in a while though (in Kiro’s case, lazy sundays are most likely a bi-weekly thing)

you wake up first! Kiro needs his beauty sleep, and damn this boy can knock in 16 hours of sleep if need be

you’ll probably lay in bed for a while and then attempt to get up and ready for the day

until...you feel Kiro’s arm tugging you back

for a skinny, lithe boy, he’s remarkably strong. he pulls you back to bed with the groggiest, cutest sleep-laced voice EVER

“Mmm, Miss Chips, it’s not time to wake up yet, is it?”

he snuggles into you and refuses to wake up unless you give him kisses

during the night, Kiro sleeps in actual pyjamas with cute characters on them. when he feels lazy, he’ll probably just slip on a t-shirt and some boxer shorts, but he likes putting in the effort to wear matching couple pyjamas

Kiro cuddles with you 24/7, and sleep makes little difference here. he’s often the little spoon because he does like feeling your presence and your grip on him. he moves around when sleeping, so you might end up out of each other’s embrace, but Kiro subconsciously always touches you in some way or form, like holding hands or intertwining legs. he’s a man with many identities and needs your presence as a reassurance that he’s still the man that you love

he loves to pepper your face with kisses after getting home from rehearsals/concerts, claiming that it gives him energy

you do the same in the morning, anything to hear that sweet giggle of his

he’s deceptively cute though, and innocent morning kisses tend to spiral into...something more let’s just be honest, his stamina is something else entirely i’M SORRY

morning exercise? check. Hotel? Trivago. non-sponsored~

you guys don’t shower in the morning. Kiro’s used to showering after practice, which is late at night, and you shower in the evenings to help you relax

however, on a rare occasion, you’ll draw a nice bath together and play around with bubbles and scented bath bombs so fun and relaxing

Kiro totally has a 14-step skincare regiment. you don’t get that beautiful baby-smooth skin without some effort.

he has the best ‘mid-range to high-end’ products on the market, and loves sweet and floral scents for his skincare and makeup. you guys try to line up each other’s routines to be able to do them together every morning.

Kiro also has a huge bedhead in the morning! it’s your job to get this sleepyhead styled for a fun day

even Kiro’s casual loungewear is top-notch hip and trendy. he has fun sweatpants with chains, belts, patches, you name it. he likes holding a little fashion show with you, no matter what you two are wearing

old jeans? strut it. thrifted shirt? vogue, honey.

Kiro’s on a strict diet, so usually he has a smoothie and some tofu pudding for breakfast. on occasion, you’ll indulge him in something decadent, like French toast or pancakes. on moments like these, you swear he loves you juuuuuust a little more but don’t tell Savin!

you guys are a relatively active couple, so unless you’re inside gaming or busy working, you’ll spend some time in thrift stores or karaoke bars, arcades, fun fairs,...

just thinking about Kiro brightens my day...

As always, I hope you enjoyed reading this! I’ll try to bring out more content for K-Pop idols, otome characters and anime characters during the holidays. Requests are still open, so don’t be afraid to send a little message in my ask-box!

Love,

#mlqc #mlqc lucien #mlqc fanfic #mlqc imagine #mlqc kiro #mlqc gavin #mlqc victor #xu mo #li zeyan #zhou qilou #bai qi #mlqc headcanon #mr love #love and producer #evol x love #lucien #kiro #victor #gavin

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ladymiseria · 4 years

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Smut Alphabet - Dabi

Let’s discuss everyone’s favorite burnt chicken nugget, shall we?

P.S. I have Shoto and Tamaki in the works next hehehehe

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

-He honestly just wants to lay down and have a cigarette and relax. He doesn’t demand cuddles but he’s also not gonna say no. He’ll share his cig with you, if you want, and pet your hair while you rest your head on his chest. He’s not much of a talker so you’ll just chill out in the quiet.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

-He...doesn’t really have a favorite body part of his. He has a lot of negativity associated with his body and how it essentially rejected his Quirk and caused him so much pain and permanent scarring, so he prefers not to focus on it. His abdomen is still mostly unscarred as well as his cock, so he’s pretty down with those parts (his cock especially because he’s a lewd bastard).

There’s not really a part of you that he doesn’t love, but he has a special affection for your hands, your thighs, and your neck. He loves how warm you are and how your hands feel on his skin and the sounds you make when he kisses or bites your neck. And he could rest his head on your thighs forever.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

-He loves coming anywhere and everywhere on your body: on your back, on your chest, on your thighs, on your face, anywhere. He also loves coming in your mouth and making you show him that you swallowed it all.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

-He loves when you touch his scars, especially along the seams where they’re stapled and connect to his unmarred skin. It’s super sensitive there and turns him into a big whiney baby. It feels good but he still views it as a weakness so he’ll never admit to how much he actually loves it.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

-Very experienced, but he won’t ever talk about with who. He’s very good at reading your body in the moment and picking up on subtle cues also.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

-He is 100% that guy that lets his partner get on top and then just puts his hands behind his head and watches. That said, he loves taking you up against walls, too.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

-Serious is kind of Dabi’s default. It’s not that he’s not having fun with you: laughing and making jokes just, uh, isn’t really in his personality. He’ll definitely give you some smiles, though.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

-Due to his burns, the only hair he can really grow is what’s on his head, so keeping himself groomed isn’t really an issue.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

-He is a devious bastard, but God damn, is he in love with you. He loves making you feel good and taken care of and, even if he’s not the typical romantic type, he’s still super affectionate in little sweet ways and will never hold out on telling you he loves you and how much you mean to him. After being alone for so long, he revels in having someone special that he can keep close to him always.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

-His favorite way to jack off is to sexts/phone sex with you, and a close second is while looking at pictures/videos he has saved of you/the two of you together. He loves hearing your voice and sending nasty pictures back and forth.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

-Let’s see here: BDSM, bondage, impact play, bloodplay, temperature play, wax play, breathplay, thighfucking, facefucking, domming the absolute shit out of you, overstimulation, edging, phone sex/sexting, degradation, exhibitionism, orgasm denial, biting, filming you/taking pictures of you while you play, aaaaaaand PDA of any kind. This is everything I could think of off the top of my head but I guarantee you that I’ll think of more.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

-Anywhere. No like literally anywhere. He could not give a shit less if people see you or it’s inconvenient. He will take you wherever and whenever he wants.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

-He’s so obsessed with you that it’s really not difficult to get him in the mood, supposing he wasn’t in the mood already. When in doubt, put on something sexy/send him a sexy pic and he’ll be all over you almost immediately.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

-Honestly? Almost nothing. He has very few hard limits, if any, but he is very respectful of yours. The biggest thing for him is pegging. He’ll still indulge you if you really want to do it, but it’s not something he ever asks for.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

-He prefers receiving over giving but he’s no scrub and will still eat you ‘til you cry. He just thinks you look so pretty with his cock in your mouth, though.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

-All of the above. It depends on his mood and how tired he is, but he’s fast and rough most of the time, but he’s also very into playing with you and drawing things out and lowkey taking the time to worship each other.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

-He loves him a good quickie. He can’t always be bothered with the preamble of foreplay and all that, so if one or both of you are suddenly all riled up, he’ll just go for it and take you right there and then continue with whatever he was doing before once he’s finished.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

-Dabi’s entire life is just taking one risk after another so yes, absolutely. He’s very upfront about what he likes and what he’d like you to try with him and he does his best to listen to you when you express what you like and want, as well. Even if he acts like he’s brushing you off, you can rest assured that he’s actually listening and filing away whatever it is you’re sharing with him for later use.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

-He can last for quite a while even when you’re just having a quickie. He also loves to prolong your play when you’re really getting into it so he can go for numerous rounds.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

-He doesn’t own proper toys: he usually just finds things around the house and makes it work. You’ve managed to convince him to invest in some actual durable toys, though.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

-A fair amount. He loooooves pushing your buttons until you’re ready to break: he gets off on seeing how desperate you can be for him.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

-He’s very quiet, but not silent. He mostly growls and groans in your ear while you fuck, and he curses a lot.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

-Dabi is a very visual kind of guy so he loves watching you during sex/watching you in general. Oddly enough, he’s not really into voyeurism because he prefers that you know he’s there and that his eyes are on you.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

-Dabi has a God damn Jacob’s Ladder and you cannot change my mind on this. His burns are sporadic over the rest of his body, some on his legs and stomach and a large part of his back. There doesn’t seem to be a lot of rhyme or reason as to where the burns developed and he’s reluctant to give details.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

-It’s rare to catch him in a mood where he’d say no to sex. He typically propositions first, whether directly or via a sexy text. Even if he’s not really “in the mood”, he’ll still let you climb on top and ride him while he lays back and just watches.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

-He can fall asleep pretty quick afterwards. Orgasms actually help him get to sleep, so if you’re ever not around when it’s time for bed, he’ll try to get a hold of you so you can get some sexting/phone sex in and he can get off before turning in for the night.

#dabi #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #anime #smut alphabet #abcs of smut #manga #headcanon

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hey-hamlet · 4 years

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BNHA AU Ideas: True Might

Also on AO3!

TL;DR: Powers don't make the hero - passion does. Luckily for Izuku and Toshinori, this is something the quirkless have in droves.

AKA: All Might is a quirkless vigilante, One for All isn't a quirk that exists and 1A gets a whole 3-week buffer before villain's start kicking their face in as opposed to the 3 days of canon.

Basically: Quirkless!Vigilante!All Might and Quirkless!Successor!(gen ed) UA Student!Midoriya. It’s a riot.

Yagi is stupid strong, his only form in this AU is basically Muscle Form from canon, but he’s a little less ridiculously cut. Not quite chubby, but huggable. This is mostly because he A, isn’t a celebrity that needs to have a marketable image and B, he really likes carbs.

He’s not exactly a vigilante by choice, in his day and age quirkless kids weren’t permitted to apply to UA, either gen ed or heroics. When Nezu got the job, that all changed, but it was a solid decade too late for Yagi.

He’s admittedly a little bitter about it, but he refuses to do anything but his best. He might be a little snippier with Pros than he really needs to be but oh well.

Katsuki and Izuku are utterly enamoured with this crazy vigilante that just doesn’t lose, refuses to back down from a fight even when he’s outmatched, and somehow coming out victorious anyway, rescuing everyone. They have a tense relationship, but often find time to get together and just ramble about how cool All Might is, share theories and dissect his fights. It’s not uncommon for Katsuki to have been hurling abuse at Izuku during class, only to show up at his house after school with a backpack full of snacks and a notebook full of questions.

Izuku knows most of what Katsuki does is to keep his status in the school. If he showed pity to a dumb quirkless runt he’d be painted with the same brush. This doesn’t make what Katsuki has done right! Only Izuku doesn’t blame him because he’s way too forgiving.

Izuku is the smartest person Katsuki knows and vice versa – they are each other’s measuring stick. Katsuki shows Izuku bravery, Izuku shows Katsuki determination.

Episode 1 goes as it does but you see a real flash of regret when Katsuki tells Izuku to jump off a roof because they are kinda-sorta friends. Izuku looks so betrayed. We meet the slime villain like before, All Might saves Izuku and 100% doesn’t expect the kid to fanboy about him and ask for two autographs – one made out to a “Kacchan”.

“Can someone quirkless be a hero?” “The whole world will be against you. Most places won't even give you a shot – no matter how good you are. You’re better off picking something else.”

Izuku is crushed but he does understand. All Might leaves and Izuku trails off kinda hopelessly. He follows the sounds of explosions without meaning to.

It’s Katsuki! He’s dying! Like usual at this point lmao. Izuku rushes in much like canon, All Might shows up, pulls Katsuki free and slams a dumpster on the slime villains head before making a speedy getaway. The police rip into Izuku but Katsuki actually defends him. “You were doing fuck all while I fucking died – don’t knock the only asshole who tried.” Izuku quietly slips him the autograph before running off the scene. Katsuki cries because Izuku got that for him even after he was such a fucking bastard that day? He can’t bring himself to be a dick to Izuku again, even only for show.

All Might finds Izuku and he's like “Sorry I was an ass I was being a dick because I had low self-esteem – I’m quirkless. If you’ll have me I’ll make you into the best hero the world had ever seen

Izuku, obviously, says yes please!

Also, hypermobile Izuku with joint braces as support gear because just let me project please my arms are killing me ( I wrote this a while ago and yes. My arms are still killing me - yes even now). He gets them after All Might sees him miss a dodge because his ankles rolled beneath him. They support his joints beyond the normal range of strength, letting him do some crazy pivots and handsprings, making it easy to support all his weight on a single-arm with very little strain. They can also lock in place, lessening muscle fatigue if he needs to hold onto something for ages and preventing injury if he’s pushing against something. Produced by David and Melissa Shield and imported through Nighteye Heroics.

Is support gear illegal for civilians to own? Yes! But medical equipment isn’t so if you can just convince people its medical not support you can get away with a lot.

Yagi has no weapons himself, other than the random shit he picks up and swings at people, and has little support gear other than a communicator, panic button, and a whole lot of zip-ties.

Izuku should probably have weapons but I’m struggling to think of anything other than war fans because how cool would that look? Because Shonen they would also have the ability to create powerful downdrafts that would give a boost to a jump or dodge.

Probably doesn’t get them until later and needs to train with them.

In this AU, One for All isn’t a quirk. Rather, it’s a role, passed from quirkless person to quirkless person, the only people who can’t be hard countered by All for One. They tend to be vigilantes, crime lords or hero managers, doing their part to foil as much of All for One’s plans as they can, through whatever means necessary.

It’s a role with a pretty high fatality rate.

No one knows All Might is quirkless other than those close to him, they instead think he has a strength quirk. He’s the most prolific vigilante in Japan and is almost as much of a household name as canon All Might. More divisive though, with most people decrying his vigilante status when he could ‘easily make a respectable hero’. He’s also pretty brutal with his takedowns of some villains, leading a lot of people to call him an unregulated brute. Still more call him a villain which, legally he would be - were he using a quirk.

Nighteye is his contact in the heroics industry, gives him loads of inside info that’s typically not something he should be passing on. He’s still close with David Shield. Nighteye imports any costume parts he needs from David and leaves them at various pickup points for Yagi.

He went to college with David in America after Nana died; America having a quirk blind admission process helped - but he’d have gotten shit talked a lot if people didn’t just assume he had a strength quirk. Dude was and is crazy big.

David was one of the only people that knew he was quirkless

OH FOR FUN; Nighteye was also going to this American college and that’s where he met All Might. The three of them became the world’s strangest group of friends and may have lowkey done some slightly illegal vigilante work around the campus and surrounding town. They had a reputation for getting no sleep ever and being the most mismatched set of people

Secretly Smart Jock, Business Man with a Touch of E-boy, Science Hipster. They all tumbled into class together with varying levels of alive-ness. Nighteye and David were very much not morning people.

UA! It’s a ride. Izuku fails the practical but he’s not shocked – he was prepared for this.

He actually got like 30 hero points? But they refused to admit him on hero points alone due to his ‘deficiencies’. They don’t exactly tell Izuku this but Aizawa was there and he was furious.

Gets into 1C with Shinsou, Shinsou fuckin hates him on sight for reasons best known to him (It’s bc he was so god damned cheerful he just – assumed Izuku had a quirk. I love Shinsou but he’s more than a little judgemental). Izuku is like smiling through the pain because he just wanted to make a friend his age – Katsuki barely counts.

He sits with him at lunch and makes friends-ish with the hero kids who dragged Katsuki along, meets Ochaco again. She’s upset he didn’t get in – especially after he tells her he apparently got 30 points. The whole table gets mad on his behalf and hes embarrassed and happy.

Like day 2 he’s leaving gym and someone is like “Oh LMAO it’s Deku – he was in the year below me at Aldera. Only fuckin quirkless kid in the whole school; can’t believe he got into UA.” He turns to Izuku. “Who’s dick did you suck to get in you - ?” And Shinsou just decks him. He grabs Izuku – who is super confused fyi – and s p r i n t s. They have to stop after a while because hes having a panic attack and Shinsou doesn’t know what the fuck to do and he’s mad and upset and the sunshine boy is sobbing –

Aizawa shows up, having seen the (end of the) altercation and is ready to expel some gen ed kids he can’t legally expel – until he sees the two kids from the entrance exam he was interested in – including the quirkless kid who should have gotten in. Well he’s much more willing to hear them out.

100% requests expulsion on those 2 2E kids because that’s Discrimination and they should know better as second years. Nezu grants it because those 2 were di ck s

No USJ because no All Might – stuff like that will come,,, later : )

Sports Fest! Izuku and Shinsou kick ass, Aizawa is Watching. All Might may have gotten in as a crowd member with Nighteye and a visiting David and Melissa and they are cheering on their sun son. Also, Nighteye is going to go cheer on Mirio so he just got a pass to attend all 3 days of the sports festival. He’s just buying snacks on the second day because he’s never talked to one of the second years in his life.

Shinsou and Izuku make it to the tournament. Izuku has been training pretty seriously with All Might for a while now and hes a very good fighty boy. Makes it to the 3rd round of the tournament where he loses to Iida. Shinsou makes it second where he loses to Katsuki. Izuku is like “Iida might you be Ingenium’s brother or something?” “Yes, I am!” “OH MY GOD I LOVE INGENIUM ISN’T HE THE COOLEST” “YES MY BROTHER IS AMAZING” Shinsou is just watching while faintly amused.

#bnha au #true might au #bnha #All Might #yagi toshinori #shinsou hitoshi #midoriya izuku #aizawa shouta

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ratnumber21 · 4 years

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Mabel is Bi Headcanon

She started questioning her sexuality sometime during her boy crazy phase

She brushed it off as her hormones acting up and all that jazz

Until she couldn't keep her eyes off of the new (female) lifeguard at the pool one day post-boy crazy phase

Mabel didn't know what to think

She was afraid to tell Dipper in fear of him judging her

I mean, she makes fun of her brother all the time, who's to say he won't use her sexuality as an opportunity to get back at her, right?

She pretended to have another boy crazy phase as an attempt to push away those feelings

The more she pushed them away, the more she realized she wasn't as fully attracted to guys as she thought

She began getting all fidgety whenever a girl was within a 10-foot radius of her

One time when she and Dipper were helping Soos out in the gift shop, a girl around their age approached Mabel asking if there was another t-shirt in her size

Mabel froze on the spot

The girl tried asking if she was okay, but Mabel turned into a babbly mess and was unable to answer

The girl grew uncomfortable and walked away

Dipper saw the whole thing

Dipper: "Haha, you acted like I normally do whenever a pretty girl talks to me.”

Mabel, internally: Oh boy...

She was afraid of what this meant

She knew everyone in Gravity Falls was very supportive

But what about back at home?

The kids at school picked on Dipper simply for having a unique birthmark

Imagine what they would do if they found out that Mabel wasn't totally straight

Mabel couldn't sleep one night due to her overthinking the possible scenarios of telling her friends and family about her dilemma

"What would Dipper say?" "What if he tells Stan?" "What if he tells Mom and Dad?" "Would they disown me?" "What would Candy and Grenda say?" "Oh god" "I can't lose Candy and Grenda, they're my people!" "And what about Waddles?!"

She became overwhelmed and realized she needed to get this off her chest

Dipper was already off the table

And she was afraid Stan would be disappointed in her

And everyone else she knew was asleep

Except for one

Ford heard his niece coming before she burst through the elevator door, breathing heavily and tears streaking down her face

He ended up holding her while he walked around the basement, telling her soothing things and stroking her hair while she tried to steady her breathing

All while saying things like "they're gonna hate me!" and "they'll think I'm a freak!"

Once Mabel calmed down, she quietly asked her great uncle "What if I'm not entirely into boys?"

Ford dreaded a question like that

It's not that he didn't want to answer, he just hasn't been in this dimension for 30 years

He didn't know how much sexuality and gender identity had evolved since the 80s, and he never found the time to do research on it since he came back

He was just worried he wouldn't be able to guide his niece

He asked Mabel to elaborate and the story came pouring out

How she began looking at girls differently, how she acted like her brother whenever he was around pretty girls, and her fears of not being accepted by her family

Ford (who was thankful that he knew enough about the subject to be able to provide Mabel with solid advice) began by saying it's perfectly natural for her to question her sexuality

This started a whole conversation of Ford and Mabel exploring her possible sexuality

Ford then explained bisexuality

"But how come I like guys so much if I'm bi? Does this mean I might actually be straight?"

"No, you just have a larger preference for guys. Bisexuality is almost never 50/50. Some people think they're straight or gay because they like one gender so much they can forget they like another one as well."

"What if people don't react well when I tell them I'm bi after making it very clear that I was straight for the past few years?"

"You don't owe anyone an explanation. Your sexuality is your business and no one else's, okay?"

"But what if I'm not actually bi? What if I really am just confused?"

"There's no rush to figure out your sexuality now. You have your whole life ahead of you, sweetie. And you don't have to be so quick to label yourself. When you finally find the label that suits you, you'll know."

Ford also revealed that he, too, had struggled with his sexuality before ultimately concluding that he identifies as aromantic

Mabel is not surprised whatsoever

By the end of their talk, it’s past midnight and Mabel is more relieved than she’s ever been before

Ford is honored that Mabel trusted him enough to go to him for guidance for such a personal topic

He’s also happy that he got to spend more bonding time with his niece since he typically spends most of his time with either Dipper or Stan

Ford is about to send Mabel to bed when she confesses that she’s still a bit anxious that the rest of her family won’t accept her

Ford reassures her that they will before carrying Mable to her room himself

After tucking her in and turning to leave, Mabel whispers “Thanks for letting me talk to you Grunkle Ford”

Ford smiles and kisses his great-niece goodnight

The next morning, Mabel goes straight to Ford’s room just as he’s waking up to tell him she stayed up all night thinking about the things he taught her

She thinks she’s bi and she wants to tell Dipper and Stan

Ford is beyond proud of her (although he tells her to wait a few days just in case she isn’t quite sure yet)

Mabel comes out to Dipper and Stan as bisexual a few days later

Dipper is 100% supportive of his sister

Stan needed some explaining (he knew that bisexuality was a thing, he just didn’t realize there was a fancy name for it) but her supports her nonetheless

“Eh, as long as you’re happy and the person you’re with treats you right, I don’t care who you bring home. And as long as you wait until you’re at least 30 to bring said person home.”

Mabel said no promises

Bonus:

The Pines family was at Greasy's Diner to celebrate Mabel's coming to terms with her sexuality

They were getting ready to leave when Dipper and Mabel left to use the bathroom, leaving Stan and Ford alone at their table

Stan piped up saying that it was "interesting how easy it seems to be to figure this sorta stuff out these days"

Ford agrees but is unsure where this is going

Stan continues saying how if teens are struggling with something personal, the internet (and people on the internet going through the same) is right there to help them

"Heh, too bad we didn't have those things when we were teenagers huh Sixer?"

Ford is confused and Stan is suddenly tense and awkward

He explains he's never felt that kind of attraction towards anyone

He was always interested in getting a girlfriend, but he never really intended on going beyond kissing/possibly making out

Ford's eyes lit up and he immediately exclaimed: "WE'RE BOTH ACE SPECS!"

"WE'RE BOTH A-WHATS?!"

Ford explained that there was a spectrum that included different sexualities regarding the lack of sexual/romantic attraction

(for the record, Ford took time to do more research since his conversation with Mabel so he's pretty much an expert on sexuality and gender identity now)

He asks Stan how long he's felt this way

Stan says since high school

Ford asks why he didn't tell him

Stan reveals that he assumed he wasn't done with puberty yet/he didn't want Ford to think that there's something wrong with him

He also didn't want to disappoint their father "more than he already had"

Ford says that he would've accepted him no matter what

"Besides, if Dad ever did find out, he would've been disappointed in the both of us."

"Huh?"

"Like I said before, we're both on the Ace Spectrum. Only instead of lacking sexual attraction like you, I lack romantic attraction."

"Sooo what does that make the two of us?"

"Well, by the looks of it, it seems that you're some form of asexual and I'm aromantic."

"Some form of it??"

"Well, yes. You see, asexual can serve as an umbrella term. There's also gray asexual, demisexual-"

Stan thinks he's going to have a stroke

Ford promises him that they'll look more into it tomorrow

**Please be aware that I am not bisexual/asexual/aromantic so if I got something wrong PLEASE tell me and I'll correct it**

Hope you enjoyed! (If anyone makes a short fic out of this pls be sure to tag me (I want to write one myself, but I don't think I have time))

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gee i don't want to bother you you can 100% ignore me but it's been a shitty week panic attacks are stronger than ever and some of my friends keep making fun of my anxiety (i downplay the whole thing so it's not really their fault) could you please give me some light hearted stevetony with italian!tony? ily so much youre a blessing for this world keep being yourself

Steve was going to be honest here: he didn’t like the sun.

Bucky and Natasha would kill him for slandering the current Mediterranean summer weather like that, but it was true. He was an Irishman. His skin was pale and unused to anything above mild temperatures. Not to mention the fact that it was just damn uncomfortable to sit and sweat with no way to cool down all day. He wasn’t entirely sure why he’d come on this holiday with his two friends at all, actually. He didn’t like the sun, he didn’t really have the money for it, and he was currently acting as the third wheel to what could have just been Bucky & Natasha’s romantic getaway. But Bucky had asked, and said that Steve needed to take a bit of time off, so here he was.

Sweating.

It wasn’t so bad, though. While Nat was off looking around in a little local museum and Bucky was trying to sleep off the hangover from last night, Steve was sitting in a quiet cafe, reading his book and sipping on a latte. He was in the shade to prevent burning, and it was early enough in the morning that the heat wasn’t unbearable. It was actually quite nice.

There was also an incredibly beautiful young man sitting on a table a few feet to his right, nibbling a sandwich and working in a scruffy-looking notebook while he shot Steve occasional furtive glances. That was very nice too.

He looked to be in his early twenties, and clearly native to the town. They hadn’t picked a touristy spot, which was good for the culture, but bad when it came to the language barrier. And the man didn’t sport any of the typical touristy items; instead lounging around in a breezy white cotton shirt with a few buttons undone, tucked into a pair of form-fitting navy slacks and then ending with some expensive-looking loafers. Atop the dark mess of curls were some aviators, and he wore a black ring on his forefinger that contrasted wonderfully against the olive of his skin. The way he held onto his pen made his fingers flex, and occasionally he would run it over his bottom lip in thought, suck it in, frown for a second before he wrote something else down.

Yes, Steve may have been staring for a long time now. But in his defence, the man was stunning. Steve could admit he was more than a little enthralled.

He checked his watch briefly, wondering at what point this was going to get weird and he would have to either approach the other man or leave. He could order another coffee, he supposed-- but too much caffeine gave him a headache. Maybe the man was a regular here. Steve might get to see him tomorrow, maybe smile at him or something.

“hai intenzione di stare lì a fissarmi tutto il giorno o vuoi venire qui?”

Steve blinked, watching the man as he pulled the pen from his mouth and then leaned his head backward, apparently speaking to no one in particular. But then his neck rolled, and he looked Steve right in the eye, his mouth curling into a gorgeously cheeky smile. “I take it you do not speak Italian then?”

Oh. Oh, he was talking to Steve. Fuck. Okay. He spluttered a little and then sat up, resisting the urge to push his hair back or smooth out his shirt. He was calm, he was suave. “I...no,” he stumbled, shaking his head, “was that... sorry, were you talking to me?”

The man nodded, slipping sideways on his chair and then leaning forward so his elbows rested on his knees and his hands were clasped in front of him. He was slim, but muscular. Steve could see the way his shirt smoothed over strong arms as he hunched. And now he was face on, Steve could truly get a feel for what the man looked like. Sharp jaw. Hair that fell artistically over his perfectly-proportioned face. The most beautiful hazel eyes Steve had ever goddamn seen.

“I said, are you going to sit there and stare all day or are you planning on coming over?”

Steve realised he was being spoken to only a second after he’d stopped watching the way the man’s mouth formed the words, his accent thick, but his English perfect. Steve should probably respond to that, shouldn’t he. “Well, if it’s all the same with you,” he began, before cracking a smile and then standing up. In a few strides, he was at the man’s table, slipping into the seat opposite. He was in the sun here, but he figured that he could make the sacrifice, just this once.

There was a second of silence, and then the man turned to face him again. His eyes were alight, shining in the sunlight and mingled with intrigue. “Was that an Irish accent I heard just then?” He asked, and God, even his voice was beautiful. Steve had never thought voices could be beautiful until today.

He nodded. “It was. Born and raised there ‘til my mam moved us over to America. We don’t fare quite as well in this sun as you though. Hence the shade I was in.”

“Oh. We can move?” The man waved his hand backward, but Steve was quick to shake his head, simply smiling in reassurance.

“It’s fine. I’m Steve, by the way.”

“Ah. I’m Tony.” He smiled and leaned his head into his hands, looking across the table at Steve with that fiery smile of his. His fingers traced idly over his notepad as he eyed Steve, and the writings he’d done were absolutely foreign- not even because they were written in a different language, but because they were all just complex-looking equations and diagrams and things Steve couldn’t even name. He didn’t dwell on them though. There were much more interesting things to be looking at just then.

Leaning back in his chair and throwing an arm casually across the backrest-- and no, not to flex his muscles like Bucky tried to say whenever he did that-- he let his eyes walk slowly up and down Tony’s body, before stopping for a second at his mouth. The pen was back again. A brief thought crossed his mind, and he swallowed it down hastily. That was most definitely not appropriate for the first conversation.

But Tony looked like he knew exactly what Steve was thinking anyway, because the smile widened and he took the pen back out from between his teeth again, spinning it in those agile fingers of his. “So tell me- what is an Irishman who doesn’t like the sun doing in Italy right now?” He asked, one eyebrow rising curiously.

Steve explained the situation easily, talking of Bucky and Nat, the vacation they’d all planned, Steve’s need for a little break. In turn, Tony explained how he’d ended up here, him having come from America too, but much longer ago, back when he was a child and his parents had divorced. He talked emphatically and used his hands when he spoke, and Steve found himself hanging on to every word, Tony managing to make everyday events seem like film-plots. Their conversation came easily, like one would with a long-time friend, and soon Steve realised that a whole hour had passed since he and Tony had begun talking. He blinked in surprise at his watch and then felt the back of his neck. “God, I’m gonna burn,” he muttered to himself, popping his collar up.

Tony pulled a face, clearly unimpressed by the weakness of his pale skin, but then it turned into a smile as he jumped from his seat and grabbed for Steve’s hand, tugging him upward. “I know how to cool you down,” he said enthusiastically, and Steve found himself being pulled into standing and guided out of the cafe. “How much time do you have?”

Well, Natasha wanted him to join her in the museum about ten minutes ago, so-- “no plans for the day,” he said easily, letting Tony guide them through the winding streets, their bodies brushing and their hands linked together while they navigated the people and market-stalls. Tony greeted locals as he passed them by, the Italian words rolling off his tongue easily. Steve hung on to every word he said, not knowing what he meant, but willing to listen to Tony talking like that for the rest of the goddamn day if he wanted to. It was like music.

Eventually, Steve realised Tony was leading them to the coastline, and he frowned. “I haven’t bought any swim-trunks with me,” he said warily, but Tony just laughed, turning around and walking backwards while he looked up at Steve.

“Just wear your boxers, they’ll dry off quickly once you get out!”

“I... I don’t--” but Tony was already leading them down a rickety set of wooden steps, winding down the cliff edge. It was a secluded place, and when they reached the bottom, Steve looked around in awe at the beautiful cove he’d been brought to. There was a small outcrop which slid off straight into the sea, and a few feet onward, a dusting of sand covered by the shade of a tree.

Tony beamed at him. “I come here to do work sometimes. Come, come. The water is lovely.” Without a moment of hesitation, he toed off his loafers and then skidded over the outcrop, where he then started to untuck his shirt from his pants. Steve could only watch, somewhat shocked at the man’s lack of embarrassment, as Tony quickly stripped down into his underwear, finally ending with chucking his sunglasses on top of the messy pile of his clothes. His eyes shone with knowing amusement as he looked over his shoulder at Steve. “My eyes are up here,” he commented, and in mortification, Steve hurriedly dragged his gaze away from Tony’s ass.

“Sorry, sorry, I didn’t--” but Tony had already turned back around, stepping off the outcrop and then splashing into the water, being submerged immediately. He came up a second later with a gasp, slicking his curls out of his face with one hand while the other clamped around the outcrop. He swam closer to Steve, who was still stood at the sidelines, a little bamboozled by the recent events.

“You joining me?” Tony asked, his arms folding on the rocks as he cocked his head at Steve. “I might need-- ah, come se dice.... a water-guard?”

“Lifeguard,” Steve said with a small grin, remembering the conversation he’d had earlier about his part-time job as a pool lifeguard when he’d been a kid in order to afford his first ever car. “And you seem to be doing okay right now.”

Tony hummed, and then very dramatically began to flail around, head dipping under the water. “Oh no!” He declared, “my legs have suddenly stopped working! If only I had someone trained to handle a situation like this to come in and save me!” He sunk below the water again, and Steve rolled his eyes and just tried not to laugh as his hands went to his shirt.

If Tony didn’t seem to think this was strange, then neither did Steve.

Once he was down to his boxer briefs, he slid in a little more calmly than Tony had done, bracing himself against the rocks and looking at the other man. Water clung to his skin, making crystal trails, pooling at the dip in his collar-bones. His hair was slicked back, but a piece had fallen into his eyes, and he tucked it behind his ear as he tread the water a few feet away.

He was right though. It really was lovely and cool.

Steve smiled, sinking under the surface for a moment in order to wet his hair. He could just about touch the surface, but Tony was considerably smaller than him, so he would have to stick to treading the water. Steve came back up with a gasp and then found himself laughing. “This is not how I imagined my day to go,” he admitted, watching Tony’s face soften.

Then, slowly, he swam forward, cutting through the water and then settling a hand on Steve’s shoulder softly. It slipped across the damp skin, and Tony watched his own fingers as they trailed across Steve’s pale shoulders. “Me neither,” Tony admitted softly, glancing up at Steve through his thick lashes, “but I’m not going to complain. I met a very hot man and got him out of his clothes in under two hours.”

That made Steve laugh. Never in a million years would he have done this back in America. Not like he even could, really. The Hudson hardly counted as a romantic spot for a swim with the person you’d only met once. But everyone said Europeans were very free-spirited. And from what Steve could see, and, uh, feel, that certainly seemed the case. Tony swam a little closer, his other hand finding Steve’s neck, winding around the side of it delicately and pulling himself in until they were chest to chest. Steve curled his own hand around the other man’s waist, taking a small breath. He wasn’t sure he’d ever been quite as affected by someone as he was with Tony. Not in his whole life.

“I want to kiss you,” Tony said, his words lilted with the accent, his skin glittering in the sunlight, and it was so damn strange for Steve to think of the fact that Tony had almost grown up in New York as the heir to a huge business like he’d spoken of earlier, all slick and hard-lined and American. This just seemed like it was where Tony belonged, far more than that life ever would be.

Steve smiled, their noses touching. His hand rose from the water, the sound tinkling melodically, and he gently took Tony’s chin in his hand, tilting it up a little more. “I want to kiss you too,” he admitted, “I want to do a lot of things, actually.”

“Hmm?” Tony’s voice was low, warm, suggestive. “You said you have no plans. I don’t either.” He dipped forward, giving Steve the barest brush of lips before pulling away a fraction again.”You can do whatever you want, tesoro.”

Wow. Those words went straight down south, and Steve swallowed, before dipping down and closing the gap between them hastily. The water swirled around them, Tony draping himself onto Steve as they embraced, and vaguely he realised that this wasn’t a private cove and anyone could walk by if they wanted, but it was still difficult to keep his actions even remotely clean when he had a pretty much naked and willing and wet Tony in his arms, sucking on his bottom lip while his hands worked over Steve’s arms. He tasted like coffee and smelled like apples, and his mouth was a devil, licking into him, nipping and sucking and making little noises when Steve touched him in the right places. It was slow, easy, relaxed. The sun shone through the clear blue sky, lighting up Tony’s face as he leaned back against the rock and shut his eyes happily. Steve wanted to work him over. Wanted to find out what his favourite colour was and how he looked spread out on a bed. Just seeing him like this was driving Steve a little mad. God only knew what would happen when they got home.

He was going to have to do a lot of apologising to Bucky and Nat tonight, because he didn’t think they were going to be seeing anything of him for the rest of the day.

Or the vacation.

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I sure do!!

Well then, I shall divulge.

So, in my talentswap Kiyo is the protagonist as he is the ultimate detective. Originally this was just because I thought it fit but I definitely have more of a definite reason as to why I chose him for the ultimate detective. So a big thing I wanna do with this au, is to give more of the unpopular characters a spotlight, this can be seen with the main central group of the game, Kiyo as the ultimate detective, Tenko as the ultimate astronaut, and Angie as the ultimate child caretaker/assassin. (Which, yeah, It's kinda funny how these three ended up being the main trio considering what happened with them in canon) And when I played v3 I always thought Kiyo was super interesting, not only his talent but also his entire personality. It was so unlike what you would expect from the typical dr cast, I mean the creepy guy of the cast isn't the main antagonist? It was so different and it drew me towards his character, and I even indulged in a few of his free times which were always super fun just because I learned something new with each one.

And then, well, chapter 3 happened. I don't believe I have to explain what happened with that. I remember being kinda bummed out, I mean, the creepy weirdo just ended up being a creepy weirdo, a creepy weirdo who was abused by his shitty sister, but a creepy weirdo nonetheless. Didn't help that I have a brother that I'm decently close with; the entire thing just made me very uncomfortable. So I figured it would be super interesting to go through a story with Kiyo's lenses, to understand why he believes the things that he does and to give him a second chance, in a way.

Also when I really sat down and thought about it, it made a lot of sense to me. Like, in this au I want to keep their backstories intact, (for the most part) and I also wanna keep the fact that they were originally pursuing their canon talents until an event happens that changes their mind. So originally Kiyo was still gonna go for the anthropolgy route, but on one of his vacations, he happened upon a murder case. In the beginning he planned to just observe how the scene would play out, but because he's so attuned with people, he ends up finding out the killer and has him arrested. After this he becomes fascinated with criminals, about their ideologies, their psychology, the history behind past criminals. And so he then redirects his path towards that of a detective, perhaps partially out of a sense of justice, but mainly out of a morbid curiosity to see, "how far the depths of humanity can go."

I also noticed how in the canon story Kiyo often likes to observe others and sorta likes to stay neutral on most topics and I feel this would really benefit him as a detective. But yeah! That's essentially the reason I decided to make him the ultimate detective but let's dive into more of his background and how he grows throughout the story.

So, let's just go ahead and get this out the way. The sister issue. Now, as I stated before, I have a brother I'm close with myself so the entire incestuous relationship with Kiyo and his sister makes me deeply uncomfortable. So I'm sorta divided on two options. 1. I could eradicate sister from Kiyo's story completely and pretend she never existed. Or 2. I keep sister but simply change the form of abuse she inflicts on Kiyo. I'm leaning more towards the second option as this way I'm not just neglecting the abuse Kiyo went through, but I also don't have to make myself uncomfortable by acknowledging the incest stuff.

Anyway! Moving on to the more exciting stuff. So, I still want to have Kiyo involved with the occult, or at least he used to be. See, possibly a year or two ago, (and possibly in regards to sister's death but I'm undecided on that) Kiyo performs a ritual that goes horribly wrong. And the result of this ritual enables Kiyo to see and hear the spirits of the departed. And while at first it was intriguing, it soon became annoying at best and mentally draining at worst. It's simply a fact of life he has to deal with, and due to this power he can see and hear the ghosts of his dead classmates throughout the story. Which is both a blessing and a curse.

Now, as for his development throughout the story, here's what I'm thinking. Now, Kiyo doesn't really have many confidence issues, he's proud in his line of work and he's unapologetic about his beliefs and such. And I wouldn't really wanna repeat Shuichi's storyline anyway. So, for this au, I think Kiyo's arc throughout the game will be learning to trust and gain acceptance amongst people he loves. Rather than the twisted perception of love that Kiyo gives off in canon, I'd want Kiyo's result from sister's abuse to be that no one loves him and no one ever will.

He then begins to believe that love doesn't exist, and not just romantic love, but any kind of love. But rather than grow depressed by this fact, Kiyo uses it as a way to uplift himself. Telling himself that he doesn't need love and that he's perfectly fine being alone. To put it bluntly he's basically just coping from the abuse, trying to use it as shield to protect himself when in reality it's just a sword pointed at himself. But then again, what reason would he have for not believing this? This very concept is what's made him such a great detective.

He doesn't take sides because he can't understand the reasoning behind either side, not in an emotional way anyway. And even though he's incredibly successful in his work, there's a part of him deep down that is terribly lonely. A part of him that longs for company, a part of him that wishes he knew why hatred always burns in the eyes of those he arrests. And it isn't until he's kidnapped and taken to the Ultimate Academy that he finally has to acknowledge this part of himself. This starts with his relationship with Tenko.

Which, as you might expect, doesn't start too well. Tenko of course still has her "degenerate male philosophy" (though after chapter 1 this part of her becomes severely toned down and we get to see what her actual character is like sorta like what canon should have done before chapter 3) but Tsumugi, (ultimate pianist) accompanies Kiyo for a lot of chapter 1 and this sort of slowly warms Tenko up to Kiyo. After chapter 1 tho, when Kiyo flawlessly solves the first case, Tenko sees how useful Kiyo is and grows a sort of begrudging respect for him. After the trial she congratulates him on a job well done and Kiyo appreciates the gesture, obviously being able to tell that it wasn't something she was particularly ecstatic to do. Chapter 2 comes around and if you read my ask about Maki (ultimate artist) , you know this is when she starts spreading the "rumor" that Angie is an assassin.

Kiyo initially doesn't buy this at all, because even though he's exceptionally good at reading people, Angie is a total blank for him, so he can't really confirm or deny the rumors. What he does notice, though, is that Tenko seems to he strangely angry at these rumors, growing visibily distressed whenever Maki brings them up. He doesn't really get it, seeing as though he's only seen the two talking a handful of times, but he brushes it off but he doesn't get involved with people's personal bis. Until Tenko comes to him. He's surprised to see her and even more surprised to see the angry expression on her face.

She tells him that they can't keep letting this go on. He asks what and she responds with the rumors. He agrees that the rumors have gotten out of hand but he asks her what she wants him to do about it. She tells him that he is the only one that the others will believe. And he's like, fair enough, but why do you care so much. And she responds saying, "Because I have her motive video." Kiyo is shocked by this info and asks why she can't just tell them herself. And she says that, "Well, because the rumors are true, she is the ultimate assassin."

Kiyo is again flabbergasted and asks Tenko if she intends on him lying and she says yes. He asks her why, in the most sincerest tone, truly not understanding why anyone would go this far to lie about someone they hardly know, Tenko responds. "Because something isn't right, Monokuma has to be playing some trick, there's no way Angie is capable of murder." Kiyo still doesn't understand, but seeing the fierce determination in her eyes, he knows he won't be able to refuse her offer. And so he agrees that tomorrow he will do his best to dispel the rumors about Angie and convince everyone that she isn't an assassin. And then, the very next day, another body is discovered.

Immediately the opportunity to clear the air is gone in the mass confusion. And it's not long after that everyone begins to pin their blame on Angie. So, Tenko approaches Kiyo again asking if she can accompany Kiyo on his investigation, but only on the basis of defending Angie. Kiyo, who isn't used to working with others, hesitantly agrees and the two form a reluctant partnership. Kiyo initially plans to work on his own but after Tenko finds a few vital pieces of evidence he grows more accustomed to her presence and the two actually bond quite a bit, although they don't admit it.

Eventually the investigation ends and the two head to the trial together, convinced that Angie isn't the killer. Of course the main lie of this trial is that Angie is not the ultimate assassin, the only real thing that was pinning her to this case. After that is cleared up, Kiyo, along with some help from Tenko, solve the case. All is well and good with the world it seems, until Maki speaks up. She asks Monokuma to show Angie's motive video, just to be 100% sure that she isn't the ultimate assassin.

Immediately Tenko retorts, saying that they already cleared up that she wasn't but Maki replies.

"Well, if you're so sure that Angie isn't an assassin, then you should have no problem with me showing this right?"

"Unless, you know something we don't?"

The others agree with Maki and demand that the motive video be shown. Tenko looks to Kiyo, demanding he do something but Kiyo shakes his head. "They're too far gone now." Tenko clenches her fists, but doesn't say another word. With a grin of pure malice, Maki tells Monokuma to show the video and he complies, if a bit reluctantly due to Maki's tone. The video plays and the truth is revealed, Angie is the ultimate assassin.

After the video the students erupt into an uproar, angrily turning towards Tenko and Kiyo and demanding why they lied. Tenko responds that if they hadn't lied, the rest of the students would have gotten them killed. They also turn on Kiyo, asking why a detective would lie. He responds saying it was the only way to get to the truth. He also adds that Angie being an assassin had nothing to with this case, they already determined the true killer.

But despite their statements many of the students are still outraged as they mount the elevator. They also notice Angie is not with them, as she seems to have disappeared during the chaos. Two individuals however observe the scene with twisted glee, Maki and Kiibo (ultimate supreme leader). After everyone gets off the elevator, Tenko approaches Kiyo. She thanks him for standing up for Angie, and this time she actually sounds genuine. She then admits that maybe he's different than the other degenerate males and that he's not so bad. Kiyo accepts the sort of compliment and Tenko walks off.

And for the first time Kiyo feels happy. Now he's felt satisfaction after a solved case and even sometimes felt contentment but, he can't remember the last time he felt happy. The last he felt like he belonged. And after this the two from a solid friendship, one that will carry them throughout the entire game and Angie joins the squad too and as much as I'd love to get into their relationship this post is far too long already and I wouldn't wanna waste anymore of your time. But! I hope this was enjoyable at the very least.

I really enjoy getting these asks because they always help me to flesh out the story and the characters and they're always super fun to write so if you ever wanna know about any of the other characters, don't hesitate to ask. Thanks for the ask!

#danganronpa #danganronpa v3 #talentswap au #korekiyo shinguji #tenko chabashira #angie yonaga #maki harukawa #kiibo #incest tw

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so, now that the show has officially Gone There as of 3x05, have some completely self-indulgent, overlong and over-analytical lenny/midge character meta on the sequence from “midnight at the concord”. meta-ing back and forth with @isoldewass was making me go insane and i… had a lot of thoughts.

keeping in mind of course that this whole sequence occurs over the course of several minutes, the conversation moves along quickly, and I doubt anybody is 100% consciously thinking through the things they are saying or doing, which is why I find a lot of it to be so telling.

Midge’s first thought of something fun to do – go see Lenny’s act. I don’t know that it occurs to her that there would be anything odd about this suggestion, she just thinks, lenny is really funny, i want benjamin to have fun. but also, i want benjamin to like lenny. and also… i’m gonna go there… she just wants to see lenny and is not thinking about the fact that a date might not be the ideal time for that. we all know that she’s an impulsive person and often does not think things through so this would be totally in character for her to do.

At various points throughout the evening she keeps, almost compulsively, checking benjamin’s reactions to lenny. It’s like watching your favorite tv show with a friend and you keep waiting for them to have the same joy in engaging with it that you do; you want them to connect with something that you love because it’s like they are connecting with you. She really wants benjamin to like lenny. Case in point:

Benjamin doesn’t immediately understand what this means or that he’s supposed to have this special reaction to Lenny.

This is a normal human reaction from a guy on a date. He is approving her choice of fun for the evening. But clearly midge is not on the same page here, because she’s looking for a reaction that he did not have, despite his finding lenny’s act to have been funny.

Lenny is not funny, is the implication, lenny is brilliant. Lenny is an icon. He is not just funny, he’s brave. Not just a good comic, but a great comic, and not just that, but a great man. It is self-evident to midge that everybody should recognize how amazing he is. Benjamin seems to pick up on this, although he clearly is following her lead rather than himself having the effusive, admiring reaction that she has.

Like an, “oh, cool. I respect that,” type of reaction. But i notice that it’s more of a general statement than his own thoughts on the act or anything about lenny personally; it’s almost like he’s changing the subject. He is a good conversationalist and he’s agreeing with midge, showing the approval that she’s looking for, but i think he’s picking up at this point on the intensity of her reaction to lenny and is sort of quietly processing that/filing it away for a second.

Midge follows him away from the topic and turns it into flirting, and then Benjamin gets up to check in with the hospital and her attention immediately turns back to lenny.

Instead of getting up and saying hi to her friend… she throws an olive at his head and then looks away and pretends it wasn’t her. Typical midge trying to be funny, but also weirdly childish in a way that transparently reads as flirting.

Lenny does not know quite how to process this interaction, i don’t think, although he’s happy to see her. He notices that throwing the olive at his head was a bit of a weird thing to do, i think he starts to register somewhere in his brain that she’s flirting with him, but he is not going to push her on it or bring it up because that’s not where their relationship is at the moment. If it took place after 3x05, this scene would not have gone the same way.

Another reference to the fact that Midge just sort of showed up on the spur of the moment. It was an impulsive decision that she did not think through. But immediately afterward she brushes off the comment with a joke and they quickly fall into their usual banter.

Notice how lenny moves his hand to his mouth here. In basic body language, a hand near or over the mouth tends to suggest that the person is trying to hide their true thoughts or feelings in some way. Not that Lenny is trying to deceive or lie to midge – but there is still a little bit of this sense that he is wearing a disguise in some way, that the way he’s reacting to her is somehow play-acted or inhibited. He is genuine about being glad to see her, but he is also thinking or feeling something else beyond that that he does not want to be open about.

I think this is around the point where he notices the second glass at the table, but he does not immediately bring it up. they proceed to have some friendly small talk, and then:

he asks if it’s a date in a teasing way, but the fact that he keeps leaning closer to her suggests that he is genuinely interested in the answer to his question and that he wants to be closer to her himself. It’s also worth noting that Midge at first denies that it’s definitely a date, even though she later admits that it is.

Said like date has a capital D. Immediately he is assigning extra significance and importance to this person… an over-the-top reaction for comedic effect, but also a joke that effectively masks the idea that he would have any sort of problem with midge being on a date. I think part of it also is that he keeps doing this out of a desire to hear midge deny that significance, which she also keeps doing. But he makes a big show of not believing her when she does.

Immediately, again, assigning more importance to the date than anything she has said would suggest. But framed in a very congratulatory way that is meant to make her feel flattered.

– maybe imagining in the back of his mind (correctly, as it turns out) that he himself would be received by her parents in the exact opposite way. He is successful in his field, but he is 1) a comedian, 2) a controversial comedian, 3) does not have an upper class background. Not to mention that he is constantly in and out of jail, has money problems because of his court fees, and is recently divorced.

Midge quickly denies that she has “bagged” benjamin, which is undercut by the fact that by the end of the season they are planning to marry each other. In fact, she does see benjamin as a serious love interest and she does feel he is interested in her, but she is downplaying this fact to lenny for the second time… why, exactly?

I doubt she herself actually knows why at this point, but we can guess.

Lenny pulls in the question, again i think to gauge the seriousness of the relationship, of whether benjamin is aware of midge’s standup career. He also frames it as this exaggeratedly taboo thing that they are both doing, which subtly emphasizes the connection between midge and himself and the idea of benjamin as an outsider who has to be let in on a secret.

She repeats this as if the fact that they’ve only had one date really means anything… this time it reads differently, more as a defense for her not having told benjamin anything than a downplaying of their relationship.

I think she is a little needled by lenny bringing this up because it lightly implies that she doesn’t trust benjamin or that he doesn’t understand her, which is why directly after this sequence she immediately takes benjamin to the stage deli and tells him about her standup.

Here is where we see some of Lenny’s genuine reaction. This is his advice to her as a friend, which he frames in very neutral terms, as a question. It’s not something personal that he feels, it’s just a question for her to think about, of whether she really believes that this relationship can ultimately work or not. It doesn’t matter that he doesn’t know benjamin and that “jell-o molds”, the upscale housewife who does normal housewife things, is not necessarily what benjamin seems to want. Lenny is questioning the suitability of midge being with anybody who is not like her and does not live the lifestyle that she does, but he is doing it in the gentlest possible way and i think he is sincerely saying this out of concern and friendship for her.

Case in point – when she brushes his serious question off with another joke, he immediately backs off and starts praising benjamin again. This is not about, not about what he thinks or how he feels. While praising benjamin, though, he also ribs on him a bit by framing him as someone conventional and boring.

Every comment he makes feels layered at this point, but he is clearly trying to be supportive of midge and to not display his sincere reaction – which is disappointment. Every congratulatory comment he has shot out has been joking and exaggerated. He cannot sit there and calmly, gently, sincerely tell her congratulations or that he’s happy for her… he is not happy, and he is trying to ignore it and cover it up with humor, which is very in character for him to do.

Benjamin appears and Lenny immediately does the same thing. hello, Doctor. Emphasizing Benjamin’s significance and station in a way that feels almost part self-deprecating, part mocking, and part (again) congratulatory of midge… but also making known to benjamin the fact that midge told lenny who he is in the two minutes he was on the phone. we are friends, we talk to each other, and who are you?

Benjamin, very normal and polite. Lenny turns it into a joke… but not just a joke, an in-joke that’s sort of at benjamin’s expense. “That was no act,” and then he looks at Midge for her reaction because they know something that benjamin does not. He’s not trying to be cruel, but he is clearly focused on communicating with midge here and not benjamin, and he does not really care that benjamin might feel left out. He only cares about midge, watching her face, watching her reaction, wanting to see her understand and remember what he said earlier about jell-o molds. But in a very gentle, subtle way, with a seemingly meaningless comment and a glance.

He does not have to be going anywhere. i just wanted to mention that. Like it’s a stock polite thing to do to exit with an excuse when two people are together and you don’t want to intrude. But it’s more evidence to me that lenny is wearing a mask right now. While his support and care for midge and his enjoyment of her company are genuine, very little else about any of his behavior here has said anything about what he’s thinking or how he’s feeling. Note also, now that we’re reaching the end of the interaction, that he kept turning the conversation back to midge and basically never expressed anything outright, instead couching everything in jokes so it’s difficult to tell how serious he is.

Still polite and friendly as he is exiting – but benjamin’s expression (though also polite) does not look terribly genuine or charmed and i think he knows that there was something weird about the way lenny reacted to him. It was performed, it was exaggerated, and there was a vibe of something else. lenny being polite at this point doesn’t really do anything for that.

He pays for their table. Another gesture of politeness, being hospitable and approving to benjamin for the sake of midge, but also – This is my place, i am known here, Midge is my friend, I am paying for your drinks. Regardless of the fact that he knows benjamin is a doctor and is not going to be short on cash, whereas lenny has been shown in the past to have money problems.

Buy her a soda and have her home by 10. This is funny, and he never stops joking throughout this whole thing which is how he’s able to get away with doing and saying all this, but once again he’s emphasizing his position in Midge’s life… they mysteriously know each other and are close enough for him to casually joke about how benjamin should comport himself on their date as if he were a family member. Benjamin laughs, but it seems a little obligatory and a little forced. What exactly is going on here with this guy. Why is he acting this way. I don’t know that benjamin himself actually feels threatened by lenny, particularly because lenny is joking and not making a thing of it and is making a point of like, “allowing” benjamin to go out with midge (with the dad joke), like, I am not a threat to you while also saying I know her better than you do and you’re not going to find out how.

Thinking about this bit I just find it so interesting that Lenny, like… vanishes into his jokes. To certain people, he erases himself until all that’s left is jokes and the reaction of laughter, however forced or genuine. It kind of reminds me of the way my grandfather used to act… he was a very intelligent man but around strangers he would like, obfuscate how smart he was, he would heavily exaggerate his southern accent, conceal his intelligence and talk like he was some kind of dumb rube. A way of self-defense and hiding from people, sort of a, you’re not allowed to know me. And Lenny even does this to Midge to a certain extent this time around, because he is so focused on not making it about himself, but about her and how she feels and what she is doing.

And the final piece, which is that after he has broken eye contact with benjamin and begun leaving, he turns around to make a joke to midge. He is gorgeous! It’s about benjamin, about him approving of benjamin, but it is not for benjamin. It’s because all he wants is to make midge laugh and get a smile and absolutely not let her think that he has any issues with this, no sir, not at all. This feels almost like a 180 from the very weird, outwardly-polite-maybe-semi-hostile-but-just-joking way he was treating benjamin a second ago… because it is. It’s not about benjamin, it’s about midge.

I love watching him just enjoy her reaction, her absolutely charmed and beautiful smile, for a second before he turns around and leaves. The special, almost magical power of being able, at any time, to evoke a laugh from someone that you like and watch them smile at you. Benjamin is witty, but he does not have that power.

And then right away, Benjamin, who has just stood there through this very odd 30-second interaction, and just wants to make sure, says:

And I think it’s really important to note the context in which Benjamin is asking this. Several people by now have suggested the possibility of something between Midge and Lenny, but they have all said so in the context of her as a comedienne and the (sexist) idea that midge and lenny have to be in some kind of sexual relationship, and not just friends, for him to be willing to do such a favor for her. But Benjamin is not implying that. He has no idea about her standup career yet. He clearly is also not the type to believe that men and women can’t be platonic friends, because when midge says nothing has happened he believes her. All he knows is that midge took him to see some guy’s standup… and afterward the guy was kind of weird to him in a way that seemed like there might be something going on.

#lenny x midge #midge x lenny #marvelous mrs maisel #tmmm #long post

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lemonz-and-limez · 4 years

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The Car Accident Permutation

A/N:I posted this like a week ago on FF.Net and forgot to post it here. Whoopsies. A dear friend of mine actually convinced me to finish this story after I said it was a lost cause. Thanks, babe.

It was one of those rare occasions where Sheldon was home alone. Leonard was spending the night with Penny, Amy had to work late, Raj and Howard were doing… whatever they do on a Friday night. And Sheldon found himself alone in his apartment with an evening free to do whatever he pleases.

At first he thought about playing a video game, however, the paper cut he gave himself earlier in the day rendered his thumb useless in the face of combat. He was caught up on all of his shows, plus it wouldn’t be nearly as fun without someone there for him to spoil the ending. Ultimately, he decided to get some work done on his computer. Write a couple of emails, edit a paper he was looking to publish, mundane work that Sheldon would typically reserve for his assistant who just so happened to be on vacation.

He worked peacefully in the quite for about a half an hour before the sound of his phone ringing jerked him from his concentration.

He could tell the call was local from the area code, but the number was unknown to him. At 9:30 PM he doubted it was work, plus the number would probably be in his contact list if it was. Deciding that it was just some undergrads pulling a prank on him, he ignored it.

He returned to his work briefly before his vibrated once again. Whoever was calling him decided to leave a voicemail. Sheldon didn’t even want to give them the light of day, however, if it was a prank call maybe he could use it against them at some point later on. Despite his better judgment, he swiped right on his phone to listen to the voicemail.

A female voice carried the through the speaker.

“Hello, Dr. Cooper, this is the Huntington Hospital emergency department calling on behalf of one Amy Fowler. She has you listed as her emergency contact, so, I was just calling to let you know that she was involved in a car accident this evening. She’s ok, just a couple of broken bones and some bruising. We’re going to release her here in about an hour and we just wanted to make sure she had someone to escort her home. I’m going to try calling her other emergency contacts, however if you get this message, please call back at (626)-798-5000. Thank you.”

Sheldon barely waited for the message to finish before rushing out the door and across the hall. He was sure that Amy had Penny down as her second emergency contact, third if she came after her mother, however, based on the commotion he could hear coming from 4B he assumed that Penny was indeed back up. Sheldon was just about to pound on the door when it swung open to reveal a very disheveled Leonard and Penny.

“You didn’t answer the phone, you dingus?!” Penny shouted at him, jabbing a finger his direction.

Sheldon shrugged as she moved around him towards the stairs. “I thought it was a prank call,” Sheldon defended, scrambling after his blonde neighbor as she flew down the stairs.

Sheldon all but chased Penny down the stairs, Leonard trying to keep up behind them. It wasn’t like Sheldon to feel so panicked. He usually reserved freak outs for being late to the movies or if Barry Kripke was within 100 feet of him. But there was something different coursing through his blood that he wasn’t used to. He’d felt it once, when his father had a heart attack and Georgie had to drive Sheldon and his sister to the hospital. It felt like something similar to that but more intense. A soul-crushing fear that made him want to just be paralyzed, but at the same time an adrenalin rush that pushed him to get to Amy as quickly as possible.

He didn’t know what that nurse was hopped up on, but a couple of broken bones and bruises was not nothing. At least not to him. So, for the first time in his existence, he did not tell Penny to slow down or be cautious of traffic laws. The only thing he could feel was an overwhelming desire, need, to get to Amy.

Later, Sheldon would blame that need as to why he jumped out of Penny’s car before she came to her screeching halt.

“Sheldon!” He briefly heard Penny call after him, he couldn’t care, not when he had a singular focus.

Through the sliding glass doors he ran, searching for the receptionist who snapped his head up upon Sheldon’s arrival.

“Name?” The receptionist asked politely, poising his hands, ready to type.

“I’m here to see Amy Fowler, I’m her emergency contact,” Sheldon rushed, out of breath.

The man behind the desk nodded his head in a silent form of understanding before typing quickly on his computer. “Sheldon Cooper?”

“Yes.”

“Alright, I need to see ID before I can let you through.” The young man behind the desk looked almost apologetic as Sheldon huffed in frustration, but pulled out his wallet anyway.

As the receptionist checked his ID, Leonard and Penny came up beside him. “Where is she?” Penny asked, a wild glint glazed over her eyes.

Before Sheldon could respond, the man handed Sheldon back his ID. “Room 14, through the double doors,” he said, pressing a button on his side of the desk, opening the large metal doors to his right.

Sheldon briefly thanked the man before pushing off the desk and running through the new opening. His eyes quickly scanned the new surroundings, looking for the aforementioned room 14. It was chaotic, typical for an ER. Constant beeping, nurses swirling around, briskly moving past him as if they knew he was going to be standing there. Despite the chaos, Sheldon could not find room 14.

He stopped a nurse who was carrying a wad of blankets into the room directly on his left. Room 1, where an elderly man was laid in the bed with his wife firmly holding his hand. “Where is room 14?”

The nurse turned to look politely up at him. “You must be the Sheldon Cooper Miss Fowler won’t stop talking about,” the young woman pondered, looking over him once and then twice. It startled him that the nurse not only knew his name, but that Amy talked about him enough for her to easily identify him. She chuckled slightly and maneuvered the linens in her arms to one side. “Go all the way to the end of the hall, turn left, room 14 is there on the right.”

“Thank you,” Sheldon uttered before blending in with the chaos. He too began to brush past nurses without casting a second glance, twisting and turning his way through the maze of the emergency room.

He could feel Penny standing too close to him as he slid the glass door of room 14 open. The curtain was drawn, protecting the security of it’s occupant, he bombarded his way through that too.

And there sitting on the bed was his girlfriend, peacefully scrolling through her phone. Upon the trio’s arrival, Amy dropped her phone to her lap and extended her right arm out towards her boyfriend. Sheldon made no move to get closer. He stood rooted in his spot at the doorway taking in Amy’s appearance. Her left arm was wrapped in a thick cast, paralyzed in a sling. Even through the thin white hospital gown, deep, dark purple bruising was visible near her ribcage. There was a small cut near the top of her head that had been stitched up and bandaged. She was a mess.

He heard Penny groan behind him before she rushed around him and to Amy’s bedside. “Ames, sweetie, what happened? Are you ok?” She asked as she gently took Amy’s uninjured hand in her own.

“I’m ok,” Amy responded, her voice shaky and uneven. “Now at least,” she mumbled, lowing her head back to the pillow.

Penny climbed into the bed next to Amy, ever so gently, wrapping her arms around the brunette’s shoulders. “What happened?”

“Guy ran a red light, hit me head on, on the driver’s side. Worst part is, he stayed to see if I was ok,” Amy paused to look spitefully at her injured arm. “Then when I mentioned that we needed to exchange information, he got all flighty and left.”

“Wait, so it was a hit and run?” Leonard asked from the corner of the room.

“Technically,” Amy shrugged, wincing in the process. She turned her eyes to Sheldon who was studying her carefully from the foot of her bed. “The crash wasn’t hard enough for the airbags to deploy, so I guess the guy thought he got off lucky.”

“Doesn’t matter,” Sheldon announced, finally breaking his silence. “You leave the scene of an accident without following the proper protocols given by the state, you’ve automatically incriminated yourself.”

Amy gulped as Sheldon piercing blue eyes bore into her. “I know and that’s exactly what the police said. Thankfully, the accident happened at an intersection, so, they’re going to pull the footage and see if they can get a plate.”

Penny pulled Amy closer to her, hugging her tightly to her chest. “I’m just glad you’re ok, I mean, it could have been much worse.”

Amy grimaced at the thought. “Yeah.”

With that a silence fell over the foursome, only the sounds of chaos from outside echoing into the room. Various machines beeping from patient room 16 next door, and the distant screaming of a lady in the waiting room. Typical sounds of the ER on a busy Friday night. Yet, still through it all, Amy and Sheldon found each other’s eyes once again. Piercing blue met striking green. Amy had never seen Sheldon look at her the way he looked at her from the end of her hospital bed. Not the night on the train, or the day of prom had Sheldon’s gaze consumed her whole. There at the end of her bed, he took her in, scanning every inch of her body. Looking for any cut he hadn’t seen before, any bruise he missed. Behind the deep gaze of worry there was love, the deep, all-consuming love, he hadn’t shown since prom. The love or the worry had him trembling, of which she was not sure.

Amy turned her head up to Penny. “Can I have a minute with Sheldon?” She asked quietly, her eyes basically pleading with her Bestie to comply.

Penny disengaged from her and squeezed her hand. “Of course. We’ll be right outside if you need anything.”

Sheldon watched Leonard and Penny disappear behind the curtain and the sliding glass door before he turned back to Amy. He bowed his head toward the bed, shuffling from one foot to the other. “Social convention dictates that I ask if you’re ok,” Sheldon said after a minute of silence.

Amy tilted her head at him. “We don’t follow social convention and you know it,” Amy said, not with an accusatory tone, but it was enough for Sheldon to look away from her. “Come sit with me.” She patted the bed where Penny had just vacated, motioning for him to join her.

Hesitantly he sat next to her, careful not to touch her, and not for the normal reason. He didn’t want to cause her anymore pain than he already knew she was feeling.

Amy on the other hand craved and needed that physical contact. The car accident had left her shaking, and even after the paramedics wrapped a blanket around her, the warmth of the wool couldn’t supply the comfort she needed. Even still, hours later, Amy could still feel that every nerve in her body was on high alert, she needed Sheldon to help ground her. To be her 0000. Bring her back to equilibrium.

Through the haze of medication and the lingering pain, Amy tugged on Sheldon’s shirt to bring him closer. She expected resistance from her physicist of a boyfriend, however, he came to her easily. They were now touching, but still Sheldon made no move to hold her.

“Sheldon?” she beckoned him. “Isn’t it also social convention that the boyfriend complies to the girlfriend’s wishes in her time of need?”

Sheldon furrowed his eyebrows. “I thought you just said we don’t do that?”

Amy shrugged with her good shoulder. “I did, but you’re not one to turn it down if I point it out to you.”

“Curse you,” Sheldon replied, jokingly. “And what would be my girlfriend’s wish during her time of need?” He asked, keeping up his playful façade.

Amy leaned into him, playfully nudging him with her good shoulder. “Well, according to the relationship agreement, when one party is sick and or physically impaired the other is required to take care of them.”

He raised his eyebrow, playing along with her. “So?”

“And at this moment I find myself craving human intimacy and physical contact.”

Sheldon knew what she was refencing, his outstanding memory wouldn’t let him forget; but if she was about to offer what he thinks she was about to offer, he was going to call her doctor to come get her a brain scan. “Amy, if you’re suggesting that we-“

She interrupted him before the words could leave his mouth, “I just want you to hold me, Sheldon,” She pleaded, her good arm outstretched for him once again.

He recalled that night, where she had been saddened by Penny and Bernadette’s callous actions and she got him to cuddle with her. At the time he said he was strong-armed into it; however, he would be lying to himself if he didn’t look back on it fondly. That was different, he reasoned with himself. He wasn’t in love with her then, and she didn’t have bruises painted all over her body.

The way she looked at him, begging him with her eyes to be held, tore at his heart. Her pain reflected onto him and without hesitation, he shifted to lie next to her. She adjusted herself as well, putting weight onto her good side so that he could cradle her body in his arms. One arm went under her head so she could use it as a pillow while his other hand rested at the dip of waist. Amy settled into him, sighing contentedly as she took in his scent.

Sheldon could feel the way her muscles relaxed under his fingers as she tried desperately to get as close to him as possible. Pulling Amy’s head to rest on his chest, his hand intertwined in her hair trying to detangle the mangled mane.

Amy eventually fell asleep, but Sheldon wouldn’t budge. Nope, there was no way in hell he was moving from his spot. Even if he wanted to, she probably wouldn’t let him considering she had him in a death grip.

Just as he was reaching for the remote to turn the light above the bed off, a soft knock came from the sliding glass door. Sheldon held up his finger to silence Leonard as he entered the room.

His roommate smiled at the scene. “Hey, I just wanted to let you know, they’re going to release her soon,” he said quietly, coming to stand next to Sheldon.

“Ok,” Sheldon whispered, barely audible.

“We’ll be out in the waiting room if you need anything,” Leonard said, retreating back to the door.

“Wait,” Sheldon stopped him. “Can you run home and pack me an overnight bag? I want to stay with her tonight.”

Leonard smiled again, proud that Sheldon was going to such lengths to take care of his girlfriend. “Of course.”

With that, his roommate made his exit and once again he was alone with Amy. It felt like liquid relief was washed over him now that he knew she would be ok. If only she knew how worried he was. He wasn’t going to let her out of his sight now.

He watched her sleep like it was the most mesmerizing thing. He noted how his mouth hung open slightly, little puffs of breath being released against his chest. Every so often the fingers in her cast would twitch against his side, tickling him slightly. Sheldon was so relaxed he almost drifted off as well, but he shook himself awake. Wanting to make sure nothing could hurt her.

After a few minutes, Amy began to mumble in her sleep. Mostly incoherent thoughts that he couldn’t really follow, until the faintest of whispers escaped her lips. So quiet he almost missed it. “I love you, Sheldon.”

He pressed his lips to the top of her head, gently so as to not disturb her head wound. He mumbled his promise into her hair, and even though she couldn’t hear it, it solidified it for him. “I love you too. I’m going to take care of you, I promise.”

A/N: It’s cheesy, I know. Sorry guys

#shamy fanfic #shamy

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sugarysweetsprites · 4 years

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ALL THIRTY OF MY ENTRIES FOR FAKEATHON 2020 COMPILED BELOW THE CUT

ROUND 1: HOMETOWN MONUMONK - Derived from monument, monk

did you know I like maybe four miles away from a field of 109 identical 7 foot corn statues

FAKEATHON ROUND 2: THE USA ROBINOX - Derived from robin, autumnal equinox

Round one was our hometown, and I did my current city. But my childhood belongs to Connecticut, so I wanted to do a connecticuter. The american robin is the state bird of Connecticut, and as a part of New England it has a colonial history, hence the style. A type of garnet is the state gemstone, hence the species name.

Mostly though, I associate Connecticut with the vibrant autumns. The falls of New England are magic.

FAKEATHON DAY 3: CANADA CURTLE - Derived from curling, turtle

Very simple this one. Canada has a lot of curling events, right? Put the CURLING STONE. On the TURTLE. and you get the CURTLE. Dudes in this other server I’m in really love this one

FAKEATHON DAY 4: MEXICO CASOLURO - Derived from first two letters of the cards it’s based on; el CAtrin, el SOl, la LUna, la ROsa

A very fun one to work on. These are based on those Loteria cards - Specifically, the sun, moon, rose, and the dandy. The 4x4 grid on the inside of its cape is a reference to the 4x4 grid of a loteria play mat. Just threw crap at the wall here and got this funky friend.

FAKEATHON DAY 5: BRAZIL CAPYERA, CAPOBARA - Derived from capoeira, capybara

Not new designs, so much as designs I really needed to give another go. Much happier with these. And frankly, couldn’t think of a concept more wholly Brazilian short of slapping the flag on them.

FAKEATHON DAY 6: FRANCE CHÈVAÇAY - Derived from chèvre (French for goat), Chevalier (French for knight), valençay (French variety of cheese)

F🥐R🎨A🍷N🚬C🥖H

I stole the grease type from someone in that fakemon server it fit this cheesy boy too well

FAKEATHON DAY 7: SPAIN POMEGRIA - Derived from pomegranate, bandurria

Typically tried to avoid the lady-in-dress motif, but felt too justified here. Spain is home to pomegranates, with the blossom being the national flower. The body shape was inspired by the instrument the bandurria, with the base of the body being a halved pomegranate, and her “earrings” being both the tuning pegs and pomegranate seeds.

FAKEATHON DAY 8: UNITED KINGDOM MEMORI - Derived from memento mori, memory

I could’ve uh. Had this idea at a better time huh :^)

FAKEATHON DAY 9: ITALY MEDITIVE - Derived from Mediterranean, olive

Tried going more off-the-wall, but it didn’t quite work. Based on olive branches clearly - olive oil was often used as lamp oil, hence the fire typing. I meant for it to resemble a nuns habit or monastery robes, a la Italy’s heavy catholicism, with the floating olive leaf circlet as a halo. It was… good ideas that didn’t come together perfectly. Probably my least favorite of the lot

FAKEATHON DAY 10: NORDICS MINKJAVIC - Derived from mink, Reykjavik

Look when I think Iceland I always think black metal. This is the second time I’ve done a heavy metal pokemon. The first one was more badass. This one’s instead uh A lot : )

FAKEATHON DAY 11: EGYPT DJEDLY - Derived from Djed, deadly

One of the easiest to draw for… obvious reasons. Based on a canopic jar, sort of like an off-brand yamask or cofagrigus. It’s meant to open up twice; If you take off the lid, you see the fleshy eyeball dude in the lower corner. And if you pull that like a handle, you see what’s inside… and die with that knowledge : )

FAKEATHON DAY 12: ETHIOPIA CAFFIEND - Derived from caffeine, fiend

Obviously hyenas live in Ethiopa. But moreover, Ethiopia is also known as pretty much the birthplace of coffee, and coffee drinking/making is important to the culture. So I thought, why not make a hyena that’s super happy cause it’s always super hyped up on caffeine? Dunno if the electric typing makes much sense, I just thought caffeine = energy = electricity

FAKEATHON DAY 13: MADAGASCAR TENROCK - Derived from tenrec, rock

Tenrecs are endemic, yeah, but this wasn’t just based on a native animal. It was based on the land of Madagascar - specifically, the gorgeous and incredibly sharp structures of Tsingy de Bemaraha National Park. I’ll post a photo above the art, when I saw Madagascar was a theme day I knew I had to base something on that park.

FAKEATHON DAY 14: SAUDI ARABIA MASQAREEN - Derived from masquerade, Qareen

This is based on the Islamic idea of the Qareen. People don’t 100% agree on what Qareens are, but they are consistantly considered to be spiritual doubles - Every person has a Qareen associated with they’re spirit. This is based on one idea, them as dark spirits who attempt to lead their companion-spirit astray. I chose them because even though they’re evil from the start - hence the dark typing - they can become good based on their companion - in this case, trainer’s - actions and whims.

Since they’re counterparts to humans, I thought having them mimic humans would be fitting. It’s body is ALMOST humanoid, it’s many pink extremeties ALMOST resemble clothes. It would be a zoroark like situation, where it could make illusions to resemble human.

FAKEATHON DAY 15: RUSSIA MATEESHKA - Derived from mastryoshka, tea SAMOSHKA - Derived from samovar, matryoshka

Fun fact, I actually used to collect matryoshka dolls. Have a whole box of them in the basement somewhere. So I felt I had to. I have a thing for designs that look a little snobby, Samoshka certainly fits that little niche of mine : D

FAKEATHON DAY 16: INDIA BOVIQUIN - Derived from bovine, palanquin

I like ride pokemon, and I like customizable pokemon. So I made one that’s both! It’s supposed to be based on the water buffalo. The simple colors are because it’s supposed to be customizable - As in, the fabrics hung from it (and maybe the markings painted on it) could be swapped out, so I wanted something simple as a base. Sort of like Furfrou, but the customization doesn’t wear off

FAKEATHON DAY 17: CHINA LONGRUSH - Derived from Long (chinese for dragon), brush, rush

I expect here will be a lot of chinese dragons this round, I wanted to avoid the obvious. But… this is one of the best concepts I’ve ever come up with. The second I had the mental image, I knew that was it

FAKEATHON DAY 18: JAPAN SPIROUS - Derived from spirit, cirrus, pious

This is a myth from both China and Japan, but I associate it with yokai primarily. This is based on Hangonkō, incense that brings forth the spirits of the dead. Hence it’s body obscured by the clouds - It’s literally being summoned by the incense it carries. In retrospect, this could have been an interesting pokeball mimic with different colors.

FAKEATHON DAY 19: INDONESIA WHALEEN - Derived from baleen whale

The Philippines are home to the coral triangle, a stretch of ocean that’s home to a stupidly large amount of coral life. So I initially wanted a coral mon… but it’s known for its reefs. So why not make the whole reef?

FAKEATHON DAY 20: AUSTRALIA OPALINE - Derived from opal, mine

One town in Australia I’ve loved since middle school is Coober Pedy. Known as the opal capital of the world, it’s a desert town that’s so hot, almost all the residents live in houses carved into the ground. Even many businesses and hotels are underground! Coloring was fun on this dude :3

FAKEATHON DAY 21: ANTARCTICA SOUTHAIR - derived from south, hairgrass.

I wanted to do something unexpected. So rather than do that obvious penguin or similar, I went with southern hairgrass, the south most flowering plant. Did it’s closer meant to loosely resemble any wet clothes, but since there are no Inuit populations to Antarctica, only loosely. It’s species, the 1000-to-1 pokemon, Refers to both its chances of survival and the fact of the body is comprised of many many blades of grass

FAKEATHON DAY 22: SOMEWHERE HOT - DEATH VALLEY HELINDRA - Derived from helios, indra

The reason I chose the Indra butterfly is because it's native to death valley. I figure, if death valley gets HELLA sun, why not instead of it living in spite of the harsh sun, living so well because of it?

FAKEATHON DAY 23: SOMEWHERE COLD - GREENLAND STUFFIN - Derived from storm, stun, puffin

I know there are myths that say puffins can bring thunderstorms, so I thought why not turn a puffin into a storm cloud? But uh. It kind of just. Is a puffin isn't it :/

FAKEATHON DAY 24: ANCIENT CIVILIZATIONS KYTHURA - Derived from Antikythera, Urania

One of my favorite remnants of ancient times is the Antikythera Mechanism. It was an ancient Greek computer. With proper gears and mechanics and everything, that was used to plot the locations of the planets and the stars in stunning detail. This first go around turned out… not that great, I’ll be honest. But I wanna do something with the Antikythera Mechanism. It shouldn’t take TOO much tweaking to make this something I love

FAKEATHON DAY 25: FUTURE WORLDS COCOWATT - Derived from coconut, watt

One of my favorite images of the future is, instead of all streets having street lights, some having bioluminescent trees! I wanted to make something to that effect. Even though we have Exeggutor I chose palm trees cause they already have a street-lamp-like shape. Finally got to bust out my super neon pencils :3

FAKEATHON DAY 26: RANDOM COUNTRY - IRELAND AMANEELIE - Derived from amanita, unseelie

I have irish blood, so I wanted to do an irish mon. I took the idea of the fairie ring in a weird direction - when it extends its arms and the little purple "hands" touch, anything in the loop of its arm - the fairie's ring - will become hideously poisoned. Visually referenced the deathcap. Just like imagining these things in a secluded dense forest, floating along like swimming jellyfish

FAKEATHON DAY 27: THE OLYMPICS SYNCRA - Derived from synchronized, tetra

This is similar to wishiwashi, in that it's a schooling mon. But instead of it having a schooling form, it's ALWAYS in a school of five fish, constantly swimming in unison. Clearly based on synchronized swimming, I wanted the tails to be super long, so they'd flow all elegantly when they maneuver around. Kinda... power rangers in execution, innit

FAKEATHON DAY 28: THE OCEAN EXPLORB - Derived from explore, orb

The idea to turn the bathysphere into a pufferfish-like dude just came together really clearly in my head. I imagine their attack would be terrible but their defence would be amazing - basically, they aren't out to fight, they just wanna explore the oceans :3

FAKEATHON DAY 29: THE MOON MOOMOON - Derived from moomoo, moon

its the cow that jumped over the moon

FAKEATHON DAY 30: LEGENDARY CORRA - Derived from core, cor (latin for heart), terra

I figured, we’ve done every part of the earth this challenge… except the interior. So for the legendary representing the world, I based mine on the core of the earth. The body itself is meant to resemble the phylotypic stage of an embryo - the stage of development where most species are virtually identical. It cannot leave its lava bubble. At the center of its body is a heart glowing with all the colors of magma.

The FIRST person to make a legend of korra joke is getting slapped

#fakemon #fakeathon #fakeathon2020 #pokemon #My Art #Non Spritework

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Tainting Purity Chapter 2

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Au: Demon

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Rating: M

Potential Triggers: Gets pretty smutty in this chapter, Kinks in this chapter include bondage and degradation, mentions of orgasm denial, edging, and forced orgasms, as well as a lot of marking. Check the masterlist as I update for all the triggers in the series up to that point.

Pairing: BTS x Reader/OT7 x Reader

Genre: Supernatural, Drama, Romance, Angst, Fluff, Hurt & Comfort

Length: 7.5k (Ya’ll are being FED)

You frowned as you looked over your naked form in the full-length mirror located in the bathroom, gently running your fingers over the small, but vibrant purple mark now decorating your neck. Jimin had really not been shy with his mouth and it had apparently ended up with a lovebite on your neck. At least your ears were safe somehow, despite Taehyung being especially rough. Your eyes lowered and widened as they took in the large bruise right in the center of your stomach where the man had punched you, a vibrant, angry red on the expanse of your skin. You winced as you gently tried to apply pressure, deeming it tender, but not unbearable. Your scalp on the other hand still stung a bit. You reached a hand up to massage the area, turning to examine the area over your shoulder. You sighed in relief as you didn’t notice much difference, besides being a little red. Thank goodness. Your father hadn’t pulled out nearly as much as you'd initially thought. It was actually just a few strands, even though it hurt like a bitch.

Your eyes saddened at the thought of your family before you shook your head and moved away from the mirror and to the shower. A quick turn of the knobs and a check of the temperature later and you were in and finally fully calm once again. You’d always been very easy to get wet, ever since you’d hit puberty. It'd always been a source of shame for you in your youth, and you’d been worried enough to ask your doctor if it was normal. A few tests later and it was easily found out that it was indeed 100% normal and just how your body was.

You grew used to it eventually and accepted it of course, but now that you would be living with 7 demons who could tell at the drop of a hat how horny you were, it was only natural to feel a bit nervous. It’s not as if it would be hard to exploit your over-sensitivity after all. Not to mention, sometimes, it wasn’t even because you were horny, it just happened! You sighed quietly, making sure to wash extra well and get rid of any remaining stickiness between your thighs. You’d have time to talk over all this with them over lunch. After your refreshing shower, you stepped out and wrapped yourself in a towel, glancing at the small hickey still adorning your neck. It hadn't faded even a little, of course, though the bruise on your stomach did look a little less inflamed thankfully. You exited the bathroom and spotted a white t-shirt, black sweatpants and a pair of boxers. Hopefully, Namjoon’s collar would cover the hickey fully. It seemed low enough that it could be if you positioned it right.

You hummed quietly as you got changed, fiddling with the collar and smirking triumphantly as you managed to make it hide Jimin’s mark. The boxers were surprisingly comfortable and the sweat pants slipped on with ease. You pulled the string on top to tighten it so they wouldn’t fall right off you, smiling a bit as you realized Namjoon had taken your much smaller frame into consideration. The thought of the fourth oldest made your cheeks color as you abruptly recalled his brazen actions prior to your shower but you quickly shook it off, heading back into the bathroom to take a quick look at yourself. It was...odd, to see yourself in boys clothes. You’d always imagined doing something cute like this after you got close to a guy you liked, but you couldn’t deny a part of you liked being in his clothes. It was definitely just that they were so comfortable. Yeah, that had to be it. You’d just met these boys after all, despite how intimate you’d become with some of them.

You jumped at the sound of the door opening and rushed out of the bathroom to meet whoever had entered, hearing Namjoon before you saw him.

“You alright in the-”

Namjoon suddenly cut off as he caught the sight of you, making you look down at yourself, suddenly self-conscious. Had you put something on wrong somehow? Or maybe he’d decided he didn’t like you in his clothes after all?

He coughed awkwardly and when you looked up again he looked...embarrassed? It was an odd look on him, especially after he’d become so serious earlier. You found yourself smiling at the cute picture he made before you began walking towards the door, turning to look at him over your shoulder, suddenly feeling much more confident over making someone so typically put together flustered.

“The others are waiting, right? Come on!”

You turned and continued down the hall, though this time you heard his footsteps following after you as you made your way to the lobby you’d first entered from.

Namjoon huffed a laugh when you turned to look back at him, a small cocky smirk letting you know that he was back to being himself as he quirked a knowing eyebrow your way.

“Oh did someone finally realize they have no idea where they’re going~?”

You blushed and laughed sheepishly as he took to leading you this time, noticing he had a spring in his step now that he had control over you again. Though you were suddenly taken aback by the realization that he’d teased you. Hm. You smiled a bit. It may not have seemed like much, but it showed he was growing comfortable with you. Maybe it was a good thing that you’d called him out earlier after all.

The walk to the dining room wasn’t long at all, but it became much longer as you began exchanging in witty banter. Namjoon was quite smart, and it was fun to spar with him mentally. You finally reached the dining room as you finished off your little debate, a silly grin on both your faces.

“I’m telling you, water cannot be wet, it makes other things wet, it can’t make itself wet!”

Your voice held a laugh in it as you voiced your opinion. Namjoon shook his head, rolling his eyes at you playfully. "But water, in itself, is wet! Think about it! The liquid is wet, otherwise, it wouldn’t be able to make other objects wet at all!” You shook your head with a giggle, opening your mouth to retort again when Yoongi’s voice spoke before you could, with a surprising amount of bitterness.

“Well, don’t you two seem close? Did something happen that the rest of us don’t know about?”

You looked up in surprise, as you’d somehow not even realized that there were 6 other demons in the room with you now in addition to Namjoon. You’d never been a good liar, in fact, you were downright horrible if really pressed, so thankfully, Namjoon answered for both of you as he walked towards the others. It was a simple action, just walking away from you to join his friends.

So why did it feel like the brief bond you’d just had was wrecked beyond repair?

“You’re so funny Yoongi. Could you be any more paranoid?” Namjoon’s voice was clipped and when you looked at him, he looked at the table instead, he was so intent to not look at you.

Suddenly, you wished you could run out of the dining room and hide in the bathroom again.

There was a brief silence before Seokjin stepped forward with a loud clap of his hands. “Alright then! Who’s ready to eat?” His voice was happy, but a close look at his eyes told you he was trying to stop this before it escalated. “I made grilled cheese and tomato soup since I know everyone likes it...I hope that’s alright with you.” His eyes met yours and you forced a grin as you nodded, walking to the table to sit down between Hoseok and Taehyung. “Of course! Grilled cheese is actually a favorite of mine! I can help you cook next time if you’d like. I’m surprised you even know how to, considering you’re a demon and all. Do you guys even eat?”

Seokjin chuckled at your question. “Where we came from, no we didn’t. But ever since we’ve come here, since our bodies naturally adapt to take on the demands expected of its native inhabitants, we do.” You nodded in response before turning your attention to Hoseok as he spoke up hesitantly. “So...about those rules you mentioned?” He wasn’t looking at you, instead choosing to stir his soup.

You smiled, a bit nervous as you tried to put it off, not wanting to make them uncomfortable. “There’s no rush! Why don’t we all eat first? After we’re done, then we can talk it over, okay?” Your voice was gentle, as a quick look around the table showed that they were all very on edge. “Yes, that’s a great idea.” Namjoon chimed in, and he started chatting with Seokjin as he sat across from him after making sure everyone had food in front of them. This started a chain reaction and soon everyone was chatting and back to their usual selves. You sighed in relief and began eating, smiling at how good it was.

You looked up at the sound of your name, seeing Taehyung smiling fondly at you as he motioned to the corner of your mouth. “You have some soup right…” You blushed a bit and reached up to wipe it with your napkin, only for Yoongi to interrupt as he appeared behind you, apparently having gotten up to put his dishes in the sink. “I got it.” You turned to look at him in surprise and in that brief second he’d bent down, and licked it off the corner of your mouth, smirking devilishly at you as he gave a hum at the delicious taste, before walking off like nothing happened. You quickly ducked your head in embarrassment, laughing nervously as you tried to brush it off, even as your heart was beating a mile a minute and the intensity of his gaze felt burned in your mind.

“Ready to talk rules now angel?”

Jungkook’s voice made you turn to look at him and the smirk on his face didn’t help your flustered state in the least, though you forced yourself to nod, noticing the others attention had all turned to you.

Jimin stood up and was pulling you out of your own seat at that, suddenly very excited for a reason you didn’t understand. Weren’t they nervous about this before you’d began eating? You grew a bit suspicious. Clearly, something had changed that you weren’t aware of. “Wait! The dish-” You turned, wanting to help but Seokjin waved his hand with a light laugh. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll do them after we talk. It’s better to let them soak anyway.” He reassured. You managed a brief nod before Jimin was dragging you, finally ending up in a living room with a couch he quickly sat you down on before he snuggled in beside you. The others all filed in and made themselves comfortable. Hoseok and Namjoon took the cute loveseat diagonal from you, while Yoongi took the seat beside you and Seokjin sat on the other side of Jimin. Jungkook and Taehyung took a recliner each, at the opposite angle to the loveseat.

The positioning of the chairs made you feel like you were performing on stage or something. You looked down, fidgeting with your fingers as you began to speak.

“So...um...I guess the first thing I wanna say is that I’m setting these rules and boundaries not because I don’t trust you guys because I totally do, I just feel a little apprehensive is all. I mean, I’ve never lived with anyone besides my parents before now, and in addition to you being boys, there’s the whole added dimension of you all being demons, and incubi at that.”

You realized you were rambling a bit and grew quiet, shyly observing the boys reactions as you looked up. They didn’t seem offended so that was good but...there was an odd cheerfulness in their expressions that you didn’t particularly like. Your suspicions were confirmed when Namjoon spoke up. “We’re totally fine with that...but for every rule you make, we either get to have one too or negotiate on the one you make.” He sounded awful proud of himself and you took a moment to mull it over.

It really wasn’t that bad a deal. It seemed fair, to both of you, and so you nodded.

“Alright, fine. But there are certain things that are hard stops for me that you’re going to need to respect with no room for negotiation. To be fair, I’ll only have 3. Alright?”

Namjoon’s eyes darkened and a smirk twitched at his lips as he hid his irritation behind it.

“Who’s the one being business-like now?”

You cleared your throat, suddenly very aware of how red his little comment had made you and ignored his cheeky ass grin. Bastard.

“A-Anyway, my first rule is that you can’t just...come onto me like you did in the car. It was too much for me and I wasn’t prepared at all. You all know very well I’m a virgin, so please, go easy on me.” Your voice grew a bit quieter as you looked down at your hands again until Yoongi raised your chin to meet his cool gaze.

“...Not a chance.”

You stared at him for a moment before you fully processed his words but when you did, your cheeks heated from outrage rather than in embarrassment for once. “W-Why not!?”

Hoseok spoke up with a serious tone while you basically had a staring contest with Yoongi. “Did you not see how you affected all of us? There’s no way we’re going to be able to hold ourselves back from ravishing you, especially your virgin body.” You finally looked away from Yoongi as he released your chin and felt your cheeks heat as you saw Hoseok lick his lips hungrily while staring you down.

“W-Well...never in public then!”

“...Not even with your exhibition kink?”

Your head whipped around so fast to glare at Jungkook you swear you got whiplash, even though you heard Yoongi snort in amusement. “Do not even go there Jeon Jungkook. We are so far from being there right now!”

He merely smirked back at you and leaned back into the couch, leaning his head on his arms comfortably as he spread his legs, further showing his confidence. His smirk grew into a bunny smile as he no doubt realized his dominant posture got you going all over again. “Why not? You seemed to like it plenty when you noticed my hyungs were watching you fall apart under our touch.”

You scrambled for words, before huffing. “That’s not the point! I don’t know you guys! Not really!” You took a deep breath to further calm yourself before continuing. “Just because I have kinks in my mind that you know of doesn’t give you the right to use them on me as you please. I’ve never done any of this kinda stuff before and it’s important to me for it to have meaning!”

Taehyung finally spoke up, playing mediator. “Alright, so how about this? We can mess with you in public as we please to a fair extent, and we won’t take it too far. Keep in mind we can tell when you get close, or when it’s getting to be too much for you so we’ll stop before you get to that point. And, if we’re in public, we’ll warn you beforehand with a whisper or a hand on your thigh or something. But, in return, that means when we get you alone back here you're at our mercy. Fair?”

You thought it over and reluctantly nodded. “...Okay. But Go-” You caught yourself before the holy being’s name could slip fully from your lips and swallow before continuing. “Don’t take it too far or the rule gets stricter. Got it?” At their nods, you sighed. “Alright. And what about going easy on me?”

Seokjin snorted so suddenly that you looked at him in surprise but his expression wasn’t amused. It was stone cold dominance. “You don’t really want that, do you?” The words themselves were innocent but the dark, sultry tone he delivered them in had you shivering, too scared of what would happen if you looked away to break his intense gaze. “...N-No.” You admitted, voice meek. He gave a hum of approval at your answer and you crossed your legs at his praise to hide your growing arousal. “Good girl.”

Damn them all, weren’t you supposed to be the one in control right now!?

From then on, it became a tug of war between you and the others. You hard stop rules were all agreed to so far. The stoplight system was your first one since while the boys knew your body and desires intimately, they didn’t know how much you could take mentally. So, when you said yellow they had to slow down whatever they were doing, and if you said red, they had to stop immediately. Simple enough. The second one was even simpler. If you said stop when they started doing something or were about to, they had to listen, because sometimes, you just weren’t in the mood, or you’d become wet despite not being aroused in the least.

They added a rule of their own when you said they couldn’t bring any people they wanted to feed off of, saying you, in turn, couldn’t bring any guys you liked, either. They wouldn’t elaborate on why, but you gave in, figuring it was important thanks to how serious they’d become. You doubted other guys would be an issue anyway with your previous track record so it wasn’t a big deal to you.

“My final hard stop rule is that I just want to know more about your kind.” You rushed to correct yourself as you saw some of them grow defensive, while others tensed, or outright glared at you. You're pretty sure you even heard Hoesok growl at you before Namjoon put a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “I don’t need to know everything, I just want to know what you're capable of, and what I should look out for from others of your kind. I’m an uneducated Human and I read that demons are getting more brazen, and starting to pick up Humans for the human trafficking industry, in retaliation for all the demons going missing thanks to others of my kind doing the same to yours. I just want to be safe.”

“I know you said no negotiation, but there needs to be on this one. Some of our abilities will be used on you and we want to surprise you with them. Besides that, while we won’t tell you the abilities of the other types, out of respect, we will tell you what to stay away from when it comes up. You really won’t have to worry about staying safe. We’ll be with you when you go to demon parties and clubs with us, and we’ll be sure to make it known to the others that you belong to us.”

Jimin smirked before you could even open your mouth to retaliate. “Don’t get offended over that belong to us comment Taehyung made. It’s merely how we view Mortals in Demon society. You’ll grow used to it, and you like it anyway, so there’s no need to pretend you don’t.” His voice was sweet but the words themselves made you blush, and also a little confused. You weren’t physically aroused from that comment, you’d merely thought it was a hot concept.

You nodded though, pushing it to the back of your mind for now as you gave in to the compromise.

Hoseok spoke up next, a smirk reminding you that he wasn’t just the sweet boy he appeared to be and that he was indeed just as despicable as the others. “Fine. Our rule is that we still get to use suggestion, and any other abilities we want on you, if it’ll bring you more pleasure, and isn’t taking advantage. Fair?”

You nodded again after a moment’s thought. Honestly, you had the feeling that if you declined, they’d just do it anyway and hide it better. Plus, the other rules you’d set meant you could stop them if you needed.

You opened your mouth to continue when Taehyung squinted at you suddenly and leaned forward in an attempt to see better. “Is that what I think it is?” His voice was a low, predatory growl that made your eyes widen as you rushed to look at what he was talking about. You looked down and winced, noticing Namjoon’s collar had fallen a bit causing the hickey to peek out. Shit.

“It’s really nothing, don’t worry about it!!!” Your voice was higher pitched than normal as you waved your hands but they all saw through you easily. Yoongi grabbed the collar and pulled it down with ease despite you trying to struggle, actually growling like a dog when he saw Jimin’s mark on you. “...Which one of them did it?” Seokjin’s voice broke the now very tension-filled room.

“Oh, I mean...I-I don’t remember!” You stumbled over your words, feeling like you needed to protect Jimin from the others as you saw how angry they all looked.

Yoongi suddenly roughly pulled you to your feet, pulling you after him and ignoring your protests. “Yoongi stop! Where are we going? We’re not done talking yet!”

“We are now. Until you’re ready to tell us who gave you that fucking hickey, no rule is going to protect you from what we do to you angel.” Namjoon’s voice at your ear made you shiver subconsciously.

“It’s just a small hickey! It’s not even that bad, you guys are overreacting! I’m sure it was just a mistake!”

You yelped as Hoseok suddenly pulled you away from Yoongi’s grip, slamming his hands next to your face as you were cornered against a door. “You said you wanted to learn more about our kind, didn’t you? Well, now we’re going to teach you, first hand. By marking you like that, he’s created a connection between himself and you on a very intimate level. He can now hear some of your thoughts, feel some of your emotions, and on top of that, he’s even more in touch with your arousal. We’re incubi, masters of bringing Humans pleasure and you think it was a mistake?” He chuckled darkly, and you gasped quietly as you saw his eyes turn a dark, nearly hypnotic shade of red.

“Lay off her Hoseok. I know it’s been a long time since you last fed, but you need to stay calm.” Namjoon’s voice was quiet but serious. He merely continued glaring down at you with his strangely beautiful eyes, gritting his teeth and clenching his fists. “Back off. Now, Hobi.” Seokjin’s voice gave him the push he needed as he huffed before taking a few steps away from you, looking away to collect himself.

“W-Why are his eyes red? I thought you all had black eyes, like Yoongi’s.”

Said male whirled to look at you and chuckled darkly. “Perceptive little thing, aren’t you? There’s a lot you don’t understand yet, but I suppose we can tell you a bit, to appease your Mortal curiosity.”

You quickly grew irritated, not taking well to being patronized and talked down to. “I’m not a child, stop treating me like one!” You snapped, although you were quickly cut off by Yoongi, as he cornered you, just as quickly as Hoseok had moments before. He smirked, smugly, and gently caressed your face. “You are to us. We’ve been around for a very long time, in many different forms. Maybe we ought to teach you how to respect your elders. What do you think?” He questioned turning to look at the makeshift leader who'd been almost entirely silent save for scolding Hoseok.

He seemed to contemplate Yoongi’s offer, eyes searching yours, expression blank, before he smirked, causing ice to shoot through your veins. “Mm. Fine. But let's not take it too far. She-”

You didn't hear Namjoon's last words as you were entirely distracted by Yoongi’s lips roughly assaulting your own, full of passion as you nervously fumbled to kiss back, surprised but not wanting your first kiss to go to waste. You felt Yoongi smirk against your lips at your clumsy attempt though he pulled back after a few more seconds, leaving you dazed.

“The fuck Yoongi!? You know she's never kissed anyone before you should've checked with the rest of us!!!” Seokjin seethed, clenching his fists.

Yoongi merely shrugged. “Sorry.” The smug grin tugging at his lips, however, showed he was anything but and he found himself shoved aside by Seokjin.

“Hey-”

“I'm fine, don't worry.” He waved off Namjoon and his eyes were indeed their typical honey brown unlike Hoseok’s. He loomed over you and you gasped as he abruptly pinned your hands above your head, causing heat to immediately flood your core. He sensed your arousal and smirked as you looked behind him, noticing the others’ eyes had darkened.

“Just want to whet my appetite a bit. I'm the most experienced out of all of us anyway. Yoongi only took her first kiss…there's still so many more firsts we can take~”

Your voice and will were weak.

“Don't I get a say in this?”

Seokjin purred in response. “Come now darling, no need to lie to us. We don't judge. Now then, you were wondering about our eyes earlier, correct?”

He kept talking casually, all the while keeping you pinned easily, even as you instinctively tried to get free when the other demons approached you.

“Well, it’s actually very simple. See, when we haven’t fed in a good while, our eyes may turn red if we get angry, or smell a potential food source. Sometimes it’ll happen even if we just spot easy prey. In addition, our red eyes enhance our other abilities, so it’s easier for us to get food, much like when you Humans have a sudden burst of adrenaline in stressful situations.” As he continued speaking, the other 3 reached out and began idly letting their fingers trace across your pinned body. Yoongi dwelled at your neck and collarbone, as Namjoon traced your torso while Hoseok let one of his hands run through your hair, and the other traced the other side of your midsection. “As for our black eyes-” He moved your wrists to one of his large hands and held you with ease, raising your chin to force you to meet his gaze so abruptly you gasped. You hadn’t even realized he’d moved and you watched in fascination as his caramel pools were taken over by an inky black that also covered the whites of his eyes. “These are just our natural color. You Mortals seem to fear it innately most likely due to the media's portrayal of us, and so, as I mentioned briefly during lunch, our bodies naturally adapt to our environment, including the way our eyes look so we can blend in better.”

Seokjin’s words made sense but you found yourself getting distracted as Hoseok began teasing your waistline, ever so slowly creeping lower and the other two demons touch only enhanced everything you were feeling. Their featherlight touch was starting to drive you mad, and you attempted to squirm in Jin’s grip again, though he merely smiled kindly and held you firmer against the door. Namjoon’s breath tickled your ear as he whispered, huskily. “...We’ll be more than happy to help you out, right after you tell us who gave you that mark.”

You huffed at that, only to squeak as Hoseok squeezed your hip in warning, sending heat straight to your core as he grumbled his warning, voice somewhat playful, though his eyes held the promise that he would follow through. “Don’t be difficult, c'mon, baby. You’re not the only one who’s frustrated and the longer you make me wait by being stubborn, the meaner I’m gonna be to you…”

You swallowed back your moan with difficulty, your breathing slowly growing heavier despite your best efforts to stay calm. Yoongi’s observant gaze immediately caught sight of you trying to clench your thighs together for friction and he clucked his tongue, causing Seokjin and him to switch places before you could so much as blink. You couldn’t help the frustrated glare you sent his way if you tried as he forced your legs to spread with his own, keeping you helpless and unable to get even the tiniest bit of relief unless they gave it to you. He merely chuckled at your ire cheekily.

“Glare at me all you want, you’re the one that’s being stubborn.”

You fought as best you could, and lasted quite a long time considering you were against 4 incubi so you were impressed with your own resilience. It was only when Seokjin and Namjoon began double teaming your neck and one of Hoseok’s fingers brushed across your clothed core that you stifled a moan and gave in. “Hnn...f-fine, fine just, please! It was Jimin!” You shouted out, before succumbing to panting as Jin released you, catching your breath and waiting for you flushed cheeks to die down as they gave you a bit of space to collect yourself somewhat.

As you fully recovered you finally tuned in to what they were saying. Namjoon chuckled. “It’s a good thing Jimin doesn’t know how to properly Mark her. Their bond is weak, nothing like what it could be.” Yoongi snorted. “Jimin? I’d be more worried about Jungkook. With how possessive he is with his prey? Forget it, poor girl would never leave the house without a proper Mark if he had anything to say about it.” Seokjin shook his head, rolling his eyes at their banter. “Well, we don’t need to worry. All 7 of us are needed, so he wouldn’t be able to do something so drastic without the rest of us...we’ll only use it whenever we take her to Void’s for now.” They all nodded at that and you felt curiosity and confusion bubble up within you.

A mark that needed all 7 of them? Void’s? You were tempted to ask but thought better of it and instead pretended you didn’t hear anything. Better to keep the ace in your pocket as they say. Plus...you were admittedly still horny behind belief and desperately were craving some relief. You turned, about to make your way to your room when someone whirled you around and tugged you through the very same door they’d been holding you against not 10 minutes earlier.

“Where do you think you’re going cutie? Don’t tell me you forgot about our agreement. We’re both frustrated...why not help each other~? I’ll just feed off of you if you masturbate alone anyway.”

You flushed crimson as you looked up at Hoseok, and Yoongi who’d silently slipped in behind him.

“Was I really that obvious?”

Yoongi smirked before he responded bluntly.

“Sweetheart, you’re basically Niagara Falls down there right now. The fact that you thought we’d ever let you pleasure yourself in solitude is an adorable notion. I’m sure Jungkook, Taehyung, and Jimin were all going to pounce on you if we didn’t tug you in here first. Hell, the way Namjoon was looking at you at lunch earlier, I’m sure even he would’ve pushed his pride aside for a piece of you right now.” His eyes darkened as he talked about Namjoon and you found yourself backing away from him as he approached you, causing you to stumble back onto the bed.

You looked behind you in surprise and Hoseok took the opportunity to pounce, eyes melting to their usual black out of habit as he pressed his mouth to yours, stifling your surprised cry with ease as Yoongi joined you both on the bed after a few moments. You kissed back with a bit more confidence this time, testing the waters, and Hobi softened at this, reluctantly letting you take control for a moment so you could properly experiment if you wanted to. When you went to pull away though, feeling shy, he grabbed the back of your neck to guide your lips back to his own before tenderly running his tongue across your lower lip, meeting your eyes as you opened them in surprise. The black was gone now, as he forced himself to calm. He was too used to taking his aggression out on his usual victims of fetishists and terrorizers of their kind it seemed.

He’d need to take it slower with you, he had to remind himself you weren’t experienced with this yet and he wanted to bring you as much pleasure as he possibly could.

You felt something soft encircle your ankles you realized in a daze and it was only when you attempted to wrap your hands around Hoseok’s neck that you realized you couldn’t move any father as your legs wouldn't move any further. You frowned, pulling away from Hoseok and looking to the foot of the bed only to realize you'd been restrained with silk. Sure, you’d always been interested in bondage, and you knew they would innately know that as well, but before you continued you needed to make sure.

Despite your mounting desire, you pulled away again as Hoseok attempted to kiss you once again forcing yourself to mumble. “S-Stop for a sec.” Immediately both compiled and sat in front of you. Hoseok looked vaguely annoyed but Yoongi was nothing but quiet, waiting patiently until you calmed down enough to speak properly.

“...I…” you hesitated. “You know I’m a-” Yoongi cut you off, but his voice was gentle for once instead of harsh. “We won’t penetrate you until you’re ready, and ask us to. Even us incubi have standards. None of us will go that far until you explicitly ask for it.”

You sighed in relief and smiled, nodding. “Then...that’s fine. You guys can continue...i-if you want I mean.” You suddenly felt shy as you blushed, and looked away nervously, though Hoseok guided your face to meet his gaze. “Trust me, we always want to angel. Now, let’s have some more fun yeah?” He smirked against your cheek and moved further upwards, switching roles with Yoongi, who easily pulled you into a kiss. You found he used more tongue than Hoseok had and that he was quite skilled with it. It wasn’t long until you were moaning into his mouth, embarrassment long forgotten. Hoseok tapped your wrists in gentle warning before your arms were pulled apart and tied to the bedposts, leaving you tied spread eagle and vulnerable.

Yoongi’s mouth moved to your neck and you winced as his lips brushed across Jimin’s hickey though it quickly turned to pleasure as he began to suck and nip at the sensitive skin on the other side.

Hoseok meanwhile, snickered at your ear, his fingers idly pulling Namjoon’s shirt over your head with Yoongi’s help and undoing the clasp on your bra. “It’s a good thing you like being marked pretty girl because you’re going to be absolutely covered in them by the end of tonight.”

You could only mewl in response, so wet you couldn’t move without feeling how soaked you were. You’d have to do Namjoon’s laundry to make it up to him.

True to their word your mind was soon hazy with want as you whined, desperate as they teased you with lingering touches that only made you crave more. Being restrained as you were definitely enhanced your sensitivity but it was even better than you’d imagined honestly. Every touch they graced your helpless body with made you want to simultaneously beg them to stop, though you somehow still wanted more.

“You guys are so cruel, making her moan like that when you know I can feel her getting more and more aroused. C’mon let me join!” You looked up in fearful surprise at first at the sudden voice, having not even heard the door open but relaxed once you saw it was just Jimin.

Yoongi hummed, idly letting his fingers tap along your inner thighs, making you tremble. “I don’t know if we should. It was pretty fucked up of you to try and mark her when you know damn well we prefer marking in a group so we’re all even.”

Jimin opened his mouth to retaliate but stiffened as Hoseok took over. “If it was your solo pick for a night that’s one thing. But you overstepped, and you deserve to be punished. Why don’t you have a seat?” He cocked his head to the side, and his eyes flashed black as the chair seemed to drag itself across the floor until it was within Jimin’s reach. He grabbed it and hesitated before sitting down after closing the door, the look in Hoseok’s eyes finally convincing him, even though he was dying to touch you.

Hoseok smirked at his compliance before he turned his attention back to you, letting his hands go back to what they’d been doing previously; playing with your breasts. You squeaked as Yoongi’s fingers teased your covered private area, just the smallest brush of his fingers sending a rush of arousal through you that had both you and Jimin whimpering.

“Hell, you look perfect like this babe. Stretched out and at our mercy, begging us for more stimulation as we tease you. Mm...this should be your job.” Hobi breathed into your ear, his fingers pinching your nipples in a way that had you hissing in pleasure.

Yoongi easily took over the dirty talk, tsk’ing as he felt your thighs tense from trying to rub together and picking up his pace, running first one, and then two fingers up and down your clothed core, stopping to rub circles into your clit every now and again to make you gasp. “Horny little slut’d probably love that, wouldn’t you? All you’d get to do was stay here, we’d all come in when we wanted and do as we wished, whether that be edging you for hours…” He slowed his pace, grinning sadistically as you cried out. “Or making you scream till you’re hoarse.” He emphasized his words by picking up his pace further, steadily rubbing circles into your sensitive love button now as Hoseok attacked your ear with his tongue and teeth both, all while his hands continued their merciless rubbing and pinching.

Soon, you were a moaning mess, feeling a familiar warmth building in your stomach that you raced towards with their help. Your first orgasm washed over you and it was everything you’d ever heard about and more. Jesus, was it legal to feel this good? The waves of pleasure slowly ebbed away and it was then that you realized there was pressure on your throat.

You coughed lightly, and looked up at Jimin in surprise, feeling your pussy clench at the dangerous look in his eyes as well as his fingers lightly curled around your throat.

“What did we say about mentioning those kinds of names hm?”

You rolled your eyes at him and scoffed as he pulled away to let you respond properly. “I didn’t even say it out loud, chill out! You’re the one that wanted to be in my head so bad, don’t blame me for not liking what you hear!” You snapped back.

You heard Yoongi suck air in through his teeth hard and even Hoseok tensed behind you as you talked back brazenly but Jimin only smiled, nodded, and walked out of the room with a wave. His parting words made your heart lurch.

“Fine. Be a brat if you want. But be warned that every single one of are master brat tamers kitten, and you talking back like that? It won’t last.”

You laughed nervously at that and asked the two demons as they were untying you and helping you up. “He won’t follow through on that, right? He was just saying it to scare me into submission?” You clarified, a little nervous. You hadn’t even really been thinking when you’d retorted honestly, you were just peeved that he wouldn’t let you come down from your high in peace.

Yoongi chuckled. “Sweetheart, we all can be pretty scary when we’re angry, but Jimin is the type to hold grudges and he doesn’t forget little slights like this. I’d be careful if I were you.”

Hoseok further explained at your confused look, handing you a glass of water which you drank thankfully. “Jimin is one of the most giving incubi I’ve ever met...until someone pisses him off badly enough. He once kept a girl who’d broken Taehyung’s nose on the edge for a full week until she was begging him for mercy. Then he forced so many orgasms out of her she couldn’t even put her underwear back on without his help, she was that sensitive. Jimin can be up there with the cruelest of us, we all can, so don’t test us if you know what’s good for you, and be a good girl for us, alright?” Hoseok pecked your cheek before walking out with his typical pep and Yoongi hummed as he patted your head.

“Don’t let Hobi scare you, Jimin and the rest of us would never be that mean, but we can make it feel like we are, especially because you’re so sensitive and easy to rile up. Jimin plays dirty despite his cute facade, so just be on your guard.” He began making his way to the door though he stopped with a quiet “oh!” of remembrance and turned to face you again. “Try not to let Kook see that bruise on your stomach by the way. He’d feel awful if he knew you got hurt because of him. We’re heading out to get you some of your own clothes in a bit, so get yourself together and meet us in the main hall alright? It’s getting pretty late already.”

With that, he was gone and you were left with your thoughts as you made your way back to Namjoon’s room. You opened the door and walked in, still taken aback from Jimin’s threat, if it could be considered such and was met with the smooth expanse of Namjoon’s bare back making you flush and turn your own back to him. “I’m so sorry, I totally forgot to knock!”

Namjoon merely snickered at your reaction, turning you around with a wink. “No need to knock. You’re more than welcome to look cutie, I was just getting changed for our outing.” He pursed his lips as he took in your hastily reassembled form, a coy smirk touching his lips as he caught the lingering scent of your release. “Looks like you need a new change of clothes hm? Here.” He dug around his closet for a moment and came back to hand you another change of clothes, making you bow your head in sheepish thanks as you made your way to the bathroom to change.

“Next time, it won’t be Hoseok and Yoongi who punish you. It’ll be me, and I can promise you that if you think Jimin is scary, you don’t want to see how I act if you try and hide a mark like that from me again. Are we clear?”

You blushed at the clear dominance in his tone and nodded furiously, turning to look back and him and flinching as you realized he was right behind you now, towering over you and still shirtless though you forced yourself to look nowhere but at his eyes. “Y-Yes yes, of course!” He smirked at your response and leaned down. You thought he was going to kiss you but instead, his lips went to your neck. “It’s not fair that Yoongi, Hoseok, and Jimin all got to mark you. I think I deserve a bond with you too...don’t you babygirl?” At your eager nod, you felt his smirk widen against your skin and then the feel of teeth made you yelp and instinctively struggle.

This wasn’t a nibble, lick, or suck like with the others. This was a bite. And fuck if it didn’t make you hot and bothered all over again. It was over way too soon for your liking, but once he was done you were sure his was the biggest mark, a message to the others who would probably want to mark you as well now. Your eyes widened as you saw blood-your blood- dribble from his lips.

His tongue darted out and licked it into his mouth, causing his eyes to flash red before he turned away from you abruptly, muttering in a strangled voice. “You should go get ready.”

It was only when he heard the bathroom door shut and fabric hitting the floor that he let his eyes close in ecstasy.

Another thing that triggered red eyes?

Blood.

A/N: And that’s a wrap on Chapter 2 of Tainting Purity! I very much hope it lives up the hype since I rewrote this like 3 times lol.

We’ve got some juicy stuff going on now so that’s exciting!

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