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shorkbrian · 3 years

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THIS ISNT AN ASK I JUST GOT INSPIRED LOOKING AT YOUR TINGSSS; (Prohero) Yan Kiri responding to his (kidnapped) darlings' birthday request: Just do what they say for the day. Darling had to suck dick LONG AND HARD for this very special birthday wish, and spends the day dancing around the garden in a dress that they FINALLY got to choose themselves (the longest one they own) with gorgeous, full coverage underwear on. (1/2)

“This isn't an ask” then why it in my ask box hoe (Lolol I’m sorry I write what I see hope u don’t mind)

(What to expect - Cunnilingous, dubcon, noncon, NSFW, sexy birthday gift)

Yes you had to suck his dick, not to be allowed to wear the dress (Kirishima’s a sucker, and he likes seeing his baby in pretty little dresses that make them look all innocent), but to have him promise to not pin and fuck you the second she put it on (or at any point during your special day, just one day without sex, please? ur pussy needs a mf break)

Because it’s your birthday, Kirishima lets you order a dress online, sat in his lap of course, while he offers feedback.

“That one’s pretty.”

“Oo, you’d look so gorgeous in that color, you should get that one!”

“Eh, this one doesn’t seem like you, let’s look at a different one babe.”

“This is cute, but don’t you think it’s a little long? You might trip.”

His advice was unwarranted and mostly unwanted, hands distracting you by playing with your hair, kissing at your exposed shoulder while you scrolled through the options.

You finally decided on a dress, begging Kirishima to allow you to buy underwear as well to go with it. Kiri got excited for a second, and of course said yes, only to get confused and laugh when you added comfortable, un-sexy underwear to the cart.

But a promise is a promise, so everything gets purchased.

And the morning of your birthday, you get presented with the dress, the underwear, and breakfast in bed, which is slightly burnt, but the effort is somewhat appreciated.

Kirishima doesn’t bother you when you head to the shower (usually he follows you everywhere like an oversized puppy, and showers are never completed without his wandering hands and wet kisses), just smiles at you forlornly as he keeps his end of the “no touching” agreement for the day.

He doesn’t make you sit in his lap, or even next to him while you eat your breakfast in bed.

You don’t have his hands constantly touching you, wrapped around your waist, heavy on your shoulder, playing with your hair or skimming along your thigh.

Kirishima’s taken the day off, just so he can spend it with you, and he’s so glad. You’re laughing at his stupid jokes, you seem comfortable and relaxed, cheeks rosy, eyes bright, and the man has never been so in love.

It’s obvious that he’s struggling to hold himself back from grabbing you - his fingers itch, his smile is strained, he can’t stop staring at you in that dress. But he had promised, and you took advantage of that.

Flouncing around his bulky form, swishing your dress, giving an enthusiastic twirl that maybe showed off a bit more of your legs than was considered modest.

Teasing him about the slight bulge in his pants that appeared after a little bit of flirting, feeling safe because he wasn’t allowed to touch you.

You were shameless about the flirting too, a sort of confidence filling you and making you giggly and feel light, even though you weren’t exactly fond of the man you were flirting with on account of all the things he had done to you.

Kiri tried to convince you to stop, joking along with you at first but then quickly growing serious as you amped up your playful seductiveness, feeling powerful and in control because he couldn’t touch you no matter what.

His words were ignored, and you continued to live your best life, dancing around, licking food off of your finger with a mean smile, letting out little breathy moans whenever you stretched.

And the best part? Kirishima just had to sit there and take it. Just like he had forced you to accept his affection, you now forced him to accept the fact that you were wholly in reach, but absolutely off-limits.

That evening, you get ushered out to the garden, which Kirishima had “decorated” for you.

Technically, it was your garden, something for you to work on and occupy yourself with while Kirishima was off working. It wasn’t much, but you’d done your best with taking care of the plants.

Kiri had hung little twinkly lights in the trees, stringing them between the branches. He had set up a little table underneath the lights, a small cake, a bouquet of flowers, a few candles here and there.

It was romantic, and your heart swelled at the sight. In any other situation, this would be the absolute best birthday in the entire world. But today you wanted to be happy, so you didn’t think about all the reasons for why it wasn’t.

The two of you sat and ate cake, Kirishima recounting how many times he’d gotten cake slapped in his face by trying to surprise Bakugou on his birthday. You laughed, almost choking on cake, which made you laugh harder at the ungodly noise that left your throat.

You talked about your garden, animatedly gesturing to the various plants, explaining how you took care of them and what you still needed to work on. Kirishima listened intently, smiling at you.

He interrupted you in the middle of a story about your life growing up, holding a bite of cake towards you on his fork. Without thinking (he had been very insistent at first that he hand-feed you), you leaned across the table, opening your mouth and accepting the food.

You made eye contact, Kirishima’s eyes flicking down to your mouth, the way your lips stretched around the fork, the pink of your tongue as it accepted the bite. A moan was uttered, a smile teasing your lips as you licked at the frosting around your lips, bringing a thumb up to swipe it clean, sucking the digit into your mouth while moaning about how good it tastes.

And then Kirishima was breathing hard, red eyes locked on your own, calmly putting down his fork.

You immediately recognized what was going on, started rising from your seat the same time Kiri rose from his, holding your hands out and reminding the man of his promise.

But he was done, you’d teased him all day. Enough was enough.

He grabbed your arm before you could even think about moving away, jerking you to him to capture your lips in a heated kiss, tasting the subtle hint of sweetness on your tongue.

As soon as he pulled away, you were admonishing him, saying he promised, telling him to stop touching you, he’s such a jerk.

But he had a one-track mind, picking you up to settle your weight in one hand, forearm under your rear as he cleared a space on the table quickly.

Then you were getting sat down on top of it, Kiri sitting back down in his chair as he pulled your hips to edge, quickly rucking up your dress.

“Kirishima! You-you promised! Stop, you said you wouldn't!” You cried, trying to push his hands away, push his head back, stop him from revealing your underwear, but he was determined.

“Sorry baby, I just can’t help myself.” Was the offered explanation while he pulled down your underwear, managing to get it off one of your kicking legs before giving up and letting it dangle off of one ankle.

He hunched over immediately, large hands gripping and angling your hips up so he could reach your pussy, licking over it messily. There was no technique, no rhythm, the man just wanted to taste you, practically drooling over your cunt.

You cried out, hands pulling at his hair, making him grunt, but he couldn’t be moved from between your plush thighs.

“You said-ah! Don’t Kiri-” You whined, resigning yourself to the fact that he wasn’t going to let up. “It’s my birthday, I-I didn’t want you touching me....”

Kirishima pulled back a little, brows furrowed. He reached over to the cake, your eyes following his hand as he scooped up a glob of frosting.

No, he wouldn’t-

He would.

“No!” You yelped, but his grip on your hip was firm as he slapped the handful of frosting onto your cunt. You keened at the odd sensation, the cool frosting quickly being heated by your warm skin, beginning to melt.

“Birthday girl, you’re all messy, gotta clean you up-” The man breathed, diving back down the suck at your skin, tongue enthusiastically licking up the frosting, your juices with it.

All you could do was cry.

He ate you out until the frosting was cleaned from you cunt, until your skin was shiny and slick with spit and your own creamy juices. By the time he seemed satisfied, you were shaking, thighs bracketing his hand while they trembled and convulsed at each eager lave of his tongue over your swollen slit.

It began raining, the soft pitter-patter droplets easily hiding the streaking of tears down your face.

Kirishima didn’t seem too phased, merely standing, pulling you into his arms and striding towards the door.

You could see the little area Kirishima had set up for your birthday, lights beginning to drop out of trees from the wind, the cake getting ruined by the elements, the scene quickly dissolving into a mess.

And Kirishima had barely gotten started with you.

#Yandere kirishima #kirishima x reader #bnha kirishima #kirishima #kirishima eijirou #yandere kirishima eijirou #yandere kirishima eijiro #birthday #tw dubcon #tw.dubcon #tw noncon #tw.noncon #bad writing #author sucks lol

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marchioness-caprina · 3 years

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Confessions

Pairings : Reader x Bakugou

Writing Style : 1st Person and 3rd Person

Warning : A Lot of Swearing

Word Count : 3639

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Y/n's POV

" I Just don't Know what To do Izuku! You're Telling Me He Likes me but he barely even takes a glance at me! The bad thing is that whenever I try approaching him... Or even expressing my Love for him... He screams bloody murder and roasts me like there's no tomorrow! " I complained as I buried my face within my palms .

I was on the verge of tears simply because of a shitty crush. I felt Izuku's Hand caress my head as He stared down at me with a sympathetic gaze.

" There, There y/n. Let it all out " He muttered making me want to cry even more but I wasn't done venting.

" I've been chasing him ever since we were in middle school! Ironic how I give nothing but love but receive pain instead... I think... I should finally Give up" I whispered the last part and Izuku's movements were put in a halt.

" Really? After everything you've been doing for him? You'll just give up?! That's not you y/n! You're the type of person who fights with everything you've got without losing hope! And that's pretty admirable! I may not be as close with Kaachan as I was before but I know for a fact that he likes you too and is just too... Errr... Umm... How do I say this? Uhh He just has a really big Ego to admit it " He tried lifting my spirit up but I was tired. My heart was tired and I just wanted to... Give up or maybe Just Rest for a couple of weeks.

" Yeah? Well you think pretty Highly of Me Izuku.... But I'm weak too you know and there are battles I must quit.... I'll just try to recollect myself and rest for a few weeks Or so, I'll have to set my Priorities straight too... Ya know... If you get what I mean and all " I chuckled trying to mask the pain and it was futile. Izuku can read me like an open book.

He gave me a solemn look before nodding. This little cinnamon roll is just too kind and understanding, he even accompanied me to this very cafe we were in when he saw me looking down coming out of the Dorms.

" I get it, People need to cool off from time to time " He gave me a small smile and I returned it with a grin.

" Hey! You know there's this Carnival That was set up last week and it's their last day today! I had two tickets and tried inviting Katsuki.... I mean Bakugou Yesterday and he almost blew these tickets away.... It would be a waste if we don't use it so why don't we start my Personal Growth and healing by having Fun!? " I exclaimed and Izuku looked genuinely as excited as me.

" Really!? Sure! I'd like to go! It's been awhile since I actually had fun because of all the Pressure and Stress! " He smiled and I grabbed his hand immediately and dragged him out of the cafe and Off to The carnival we Go!.

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" Man! And Don't even get me started on the Food there! Although the Almight Mascot looked Really Weird it was still fun! " I Beamed as Izuku opened the front door.

" Yeah! And the Fireworks were awesome Too! I'm really glad we hung out today! " He bashfully stated as we simultaneously stepped inside .

" And Where have you two gone to? Maybe you shouldn't have came back if you'd show up in the middle of the damn night " Aizawa sensei suddenly appeared out of nowhere making me and Izuku flinch in shock.

" W-why... Hello there sensei " Midoriya stuttered fear ridden as he glanced down at me.

' Shit we're screwed '

" Guys! I believe it was extremely irresponsible to be gone without a word and come back at an unearthly hour! You could have atleast sent one of us a message or even answered Our calls! So we wouldn't be this anxious of your arrival! " Iida Sped walked towards me and Izuku and that's when we noticed that everyone was still up and gathered in the common room.

" We were so worried about you guys! We thought a villain took you or something! "

" Not cool dude, Aizawa Sensei almost flipped and called out a search team to look for you guys "

" You could have told us before you left "

Came the concerned comments of our classmates. It made my heart swell up with Joy and at the same time Guilt.

" We're so Sorry! " Me and Izuku yelled in Sync bowing our heads.

" It was my fault! I forgot my phone in my room! And Izuku was just accompanying me to a small cafe in town... And I invited him to go have fun at the carnival... To Distress.... I didn't think you guys would be this worried but thank you for worrying about us! " I yelled an apology and Izuku was fast to take the blame.

" No it's my fault! I turned off my phone and left without informing anyone and without thinking of the consequences! Neither me and y/n were aware of the time. We won't do it again! We're sorry guys" Izuku frowned as I placed my hand on his shoulder.

With a sigh Aizawa gave us a stern look scratching the back of his head before speaking.

" Look, this better not happen again or else you two will be in serious trouble. You're lucky tomorrow's a Sunday so No school . Just make sure to say something next time and not disappear without a trace "

" Yes sensei! " Izuku answered while I nodded my head vigorously.

As Aizawa continued his Lecture my eyes drifted towards the crowd of my classmates and what surprised me was that Bakugou was Present. He was awake. Did he actually give a fuck?... No he's probably dragged into this by Kaminari or Kirishima.

After a long 30 minutes of sermon Aizawa sensei finally let us go.

In the end everyone returned to their rooms and Before I went to mine I gave Izuku a Hug as a ' Thank you for being there for me ' and I was unaware of a pair of crimson red eyes staring at us.

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The Next Day

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I heard knocking on my door which forced me to wake up and open the door and to my surprise it was Izuku and Uraraka.

" Morning Guys.... What brings you here? " I yawned blinking my eyes as the two chuckled at my messy appearance.

Bed hair, oversized t shirt and drool on the corner of my lips.

" We came here to invite you for breakfast! Everyone is gathered in the common room! You're a pretty heavy sleeper! Jirou and Momo tried waking you up earlier and there was no answer " Uraraka explained but still, sleep was very much alive in my system and I just gave a lazy nod before hanging again.

" Looks like she's still Tired Uraraka, you go on ahead we'll catch up with you" Izuku offered and Uraraka was fast to jolt away a from us.

" Ok! But you better not let her go back to sleep Deku! Everyone's counting on you to wake her up! " Uraraka yelled as she headed downstairs.

I was swaying back and forth with my eyes half lidded and I had a sudden urge to sleep on the floor.

" Still sleepy? " Izuku asked and fortunately I was still awake enough to give him a nod.

" Wanna get on my back? I'll carry you down stairs so you'll have time to rest " He offered while turning his back against me and bending down.

Without hesitation I fell on his back and subconsciously wrapped my arms around his neck and my head resting on his back.

I felt his scarred hand grip my thighs and he lifted me off the ground and started walking.

Honestly I didn't know how long it took him to get to the common room but I was happy I had a really nice friend to carry me like this.

" Wow, Midoriya when we told you to get Y/n we didn't know you'd actually ' Get ' Her " The familiar Voice of Kaminari commented and I was thankfully awake or more like I forced myself to be awake.

I peeked my eyes at him and stuck my tongue out.

" Yeah you're just jealous cause Izuku is Carrying me " I retorted and Izuku's chest vibrated in a small chuckle.

" You two a Thing Now or something? " Mina grinned pointing at us with her chopsticks.

" No Mina we're not a Thing. We're People " I countered and she gave a light laugh.

" Smart move y/n. Smart move "

" Do you want me to put you down now? " Izuku asked as he looked back at me and I shook my head.

" No, I like being carried by you. You're really warm " I smirked and the poor boy's face overheated with embarrassment.

" Oo~ are you sure you two aren't a Thing? " Uraraka Teased giving me and Izuku a suggestive wink.

" So you're dumping Bakugou for Midoriya or something? " Kaminari crackled with laughter and the whole room fell into a cold silence.

As if everyone knew something I should be aware of.

" Me and Bakugou aren't Dating in the first place, I don't think we'll ever be together too " I confidently stated and I could hear gasps and the shock faces of my classmates didn't go unnoticed.

" S-She called him Bakugou and Not Katsuki! " Mineta Yelled in panic as he stared at me with wide eyes.

Suddenly a loud bang was heard from one of the tables. Specifically the Table Bakugou was on.

He had slammed his hand on the table along with his chopsticks and he was seething with so much anger and... Are my eyes lying? Is that jealousy!?.

" I ain't fucking hungry! " He yelled and stood up violently that the chair fell off.

He started stomping his way towards us. I was never afraid of Him.... Well not until Now atleast.

" Deku " He growled lowly and I could feel Izuku tremble.

Immediately, I got down from his back and when Katsuki was close enough I stepped infront of Izuku.

" Stay Back Bitch! " He hissed and I stood my ground.

" No you Stay back Asshole! What is your problem!? Why don't you mind your own fucking Business! " I snapped harshly poked his Chest with each word I uttered.

He glared at me tiny sparks popping on his palms.

What he said next was something I have never expected him to say.

" You are My goddamn Business You Little Shit! Hanging around with Deku the whole Night making me worry about your shitty ass! And now you're clinging onto him like a stupid fucking Koala! Can't you see how jealous I am!? Can't you drill it in your pretty little head that you're Fucking Mine! " His voice rang through every corner of the common room.

Everyone was silent for a few seconds. My eyes were wide and full of disbelief.

" Finally, Took Him a long time to actually confess... It was kinda getting painful to watch " Kaminari mumbled but it was loud enough for me to hear.

" Dude, it was so manly confessing to her infront of everyone. Bakugou is a true man " Came another comment from one of my classmates, Kirishima.

Katsuki was glaring at me his Chest rising and falling at a visible way clearly indicating how aggravated he was.

His crimson eyes held a lot of swirling emotions, Jealousy, Anger, Betrayal and Possessiveness.

" ..... Excuse you!? " I managed to voice out and he tried grabbing me but I was quick to evade his hand.

" No! And Just when I finally decided to give up on you. You decide to throw all this bullshit infront of me Bakugou Fucking Katsuki! No you listen here you Egotistical Haughty Son of a Bitch! I suffered through every shitty insult and pain you threw my way because I loved you and when I'm at my limit and ready to go you give me this!? all you gave me was pain and honestly I'm not a masochistic bitch to accept it with open arms how but my middle finger huh?!. Damn you and your very confusing and petty way of claiming me! That is not happening! You hear me!? So suck it up Bakuhoe and Go Fuck yourself " I actually felt proud of myself but that was the first time I actually raised my voice or even cursed infront of everyone in the first place so their dumbfounded expression didn't really surprised me.

" Wow.... Your girl's as good at Cursing as you are Bakugou " Sero was the first to comment and that pissed me off.

" I'm not his 'Girl' " I emphasized the girl part with a hint of mockery.

" Yet " Bakugou added making me glare at him.

" Fuck you " I grumbled turning around to walk away in victory thinking I had won the fight.

But before I could even take one step forward I was slung over Bakugou's Shoulder hanging upside down.

" Put me down you Fucking Asshole! " I yelled as he carried me away from the common room.

" Hey! " I grab hold of his blonde hair which was surprisingly soft and gave it a harsh tug which earned me a groan from him.

" Bitch! " He yelled slapping my butt making me gasp.

" I should get you mad more often, That was hot " He commented as if he hadn't just slapped my butt.

The nerve of this fucker.

" Put me down!" I growled as he proceeded to carry me upstairs.

" Now don't think I'm done with you just yet. I have to get my sweet revenge because you hung out with Fucking Deku and let him touch you! " He barked as I felt him tighten his hold on my fleshy thigh.

I tried everything I could, from squirming to kicking to punching his back but the guy is a Fucking wall and didn't even budge.

" Stop it Bitch! Save your energy for later. You're gonna need it " He muttered making me react violently. Until he had enough of it and slammed my back to the nearest wall with his strong muscular arms trapping me I'm between with his body a bit too close to mine.

His face was inches away and I visibly gulped turning my face to the side as his breathe fanned my cheek.

" Bakugou I'm warning you. I'm gonna do something YOU'RE gonna regret if you don't let me go " I had managed to say without stuttering and I mentally Pat myself on the back for my strong tone.

" Fuck it y/n. You really think I'd let you get away after Saying all that shit and defending Deku!? After you hopped onto his back like you're HIS!? Well you're Fucking Mine! You got that!? " He yelled making me groan. His voice was too loud and I think my ears are gonna bleed.

" You asked for it! " I yelled back as I prepared to kick him where the sun don't shine but I didn't even get to raise my leg halfway when he pulled me down by my leg and pressed his body against mine even more.

Right now I had no way of moving with my leg trapped against his thighs holding me in place.

" Oh? Was that your Great Fucking Move? Well it's pretty pathetic so kick and scream all you want. I'm claiming you right now " Using his hand he raked my locks down and gripped onto my hair roughly forcing me to face him and his lips had already connected with mine.

His kiss was rough, dominating with a tinge of passion and jealousy. Moving his lips at a better angle his other hand trailed down to squeeze my hips.

I ressisted. I really did but after awhile of him kissing me I melted. My hands wrapping themselves around his neck my chest squeezed with his toned chest. Both of his hands resting on my waist as I stood on my tippy toes kissing him back with the same intensity.

Opening my mouth to give him access he didn't waste a second to slip his tongue inside my claiming his new domain. His tongue wrestled with my own and soon gaining dominance as he continued the rough kiss.

It was a very angry kiss with lots of jealousy coming from him.

When we finally pulled away breathless and panting his intense crimson orbs pierced mine a smug smirk slowly rigging on the corners of his mouth.

" Still refusing me after that? After you willingly kissed me back? After clinging onto me for dear life? " He was either mocking me or teasing me but either way it pissed me off.

" Katsuki I'm gonna rip your throat off if you keep that up " I glared at him but I guess actions spoke louder than words because my neck was still wrapped around his neck and my body still pressed against his.

" Yeah right and a moment ago you called me Bakugou now look who's calling me Katsuki again " He sneered and I tried retreating my hand away from his neck to push him away but he beat me to it; grabbing my arms and using it as leverage to pull me closer towards him.

" I know I did some pretty fucked up shit. I'm not the best person at expressing these shitty feelings I have for you but I will make it up to you, I'm s-soow.... S-sooo.... Rrr... Eeyyyy " The way he forced out a ' I'm sorry ' got me laughing so hard .

He didn't appreciate that because his cheeks were tinted red form embarrassment and anger.

" You Fucking bitch! Don't laugh at me! I'm trying! " He yelled as I continued laughing.

Yeah, seeing him like that was new and hilarious.

My laughter was cut off when I felt his warm lips press a kiss on my cheek.

He looked to his side his eyes avoiding mine.

" Don't Fucking laugh cause I mean it though.... I'll make it up to you.... " He muttered the faint red color of his cheeks still present.

A smile formed on my lips as I stared at him fondly. A small pinkish tint coating my own cheeks but me being me I ruined the moment with a bitchy remark.

" Yeah why don't you practice saying Sorry first while not sounding like you were about to take the biggest shit of your life " I retorted and because of that I began laughing once again and he was raging. Screaming at me to stop laughing but I couldn't help it. He did deserve it after all.

I'm pretty sure I'll get more of my little revenge in the future....

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Bonus :

" Deku.... I know you care about those two and You're a hardcore shipper but... What you did though... Was it on purpose? " Uraraka asked taking another bite of her pancakes as they listened to the two bicker.

" Who knows " Izuku answered with a contented smile on his face.

" Huh... You're a bit suicidal for doing that but I respect you man. Bakugou finally confessed it was getting pretty sad to watch him act all tough and pretending he doesn't like her " Sero chuckled.

" Hopefully those two will stay strong from now on... " Momo took a sip of her tea and everyone silently agreed with her.

" So.... Do you think they're Fucking? " Mineta suddenly brought up the topic which caused Tsu to slap him with her Tongue.

" Mineta-kun you're being a pervert again" Tsu muttered staring at the purple headed boy.

" Hahahahha! " Denki and Mina suddenly came down stairs holding a camera.

" You guys wanna see what they were doing upstairs? " Denki asked while laughing.

" Dude, invading other people's privacy is Not manly " Kirishima stated bit he couldn't help but be curious.

" .... What happened though? " Kirishima asked taking a peek at the camera.

" Oh you know, They kissed and Bakugou tried saying sorry but it was an epic fail! " Mina laughed and on cue Y/n came running down with an in raged Bakugou trailing hot on her tail.

" Come Back here! " Bakugou barked trying to grab hold of the girl.

" I was being honest when I said you need practice in saying sorry! You look like you're about to shit Bricks! " She yelled merely avoiding the hand of Bakugou that was centimeters away from holding her.

" Drama and Breakfast in the morning sure is pretty Good. But Drama, Breakfast and Comedy in the Morning is The best! " Denki chuckled watching the two interact.

" Oh boy... I have a feeling everything is going to be a lot more louder here than usual " Izuku sighed .

#bnha x reader #bnha imagine #Bakugou x Reader #Katsuki Bakugou #Katsuki Bakugou x Reader #Jealousy #Romance #Bnha #Slight Midoriya x Reader #Boku no Hero Academia #My Hero Academia #Oneshot #BNHA Oneshot

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moonslove7 · 3 years

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Hello

Please would you be able to write something about being Spike's spouse and willow just finds it funny how different he is when the reader is around (maybe they've been married for decades and both are vamps)

Thanks

Hi! Here we go:

“(Y/n) can you please come over and babysit Spike for us?”

Willow called her friend who just so happened to be married to the vampire that was currently chained to the bathtub, to keep an eye on him and of course to protect the people of Sunnydale from his murderous vampiric cravings. “LET ME WATCH THE GOD DAMN TV!” (Y/N) heard Spike yell in the background. “Yeah, I’ll be there in a minute.” (Y/n) sighed, shaking their head at the thought of Spike once again complaining and whining about watching Tv while he was imprisoned at Gile’s place.

Standing up from their bed, they quickly found their shoes, tying the laces and grabbed their bag, leaving their apartment and locking the door, they started the walk to Gile’s.

Once there, they opened the door to Chaos, a loud banging and rattling of chains was heard from the bathroom where Spike probably was, Gile’s was arguing with Willow over what to do with him, Buffy was sitting on the couch with her head in her hands and Xander was nowhere to be seen. “Why can’t you just let him watch the tv? Maybe he’ll shut up!” Willow said, confirming the noises were in fact Spike. Giles was the first to notice (Y/n) had arrived. “Thank the lord, you’re here please get Spike to stop being a nuisance for five minutes.” Giles almost begged them. They nodded, dropping their bag beside the couch and walking to the bathroom, the banging of metal against metal still being a constant noise. Opening the door slowly, it opened with a creak, there he was, whacking his chains around the metal pipes, smirking at the noise that filled the place knowing they’ll have to give in soon if they wanted peace and quiet.

“Oi, asshole.” (Y/n) said, getting his attention, he stopped making the noise, still holding the chain ready to smack it against the bathtub. “(Y/n).. what are you doing here, love?” He asked, his smirk dropping, but his eyes almost sparkled like edward cullens chest in twilight as he looked at them. “Well, someone told me you were being noisy, and I was invited over to shut you up.” (Y/n) replied honestly, making spike nod, “But... I wanna watch tv.” Spike mumbled, looking back at the chains in his hands, letting them go, he laid back in the tub but on his side so he could still see his (Y/N). He pouted watching them think on how to solve the problem. “I’ll see what I can do, but you gotta be quiet okai baby?” (Y/n) said while walking closer to him, crouching down and then kissing his left cheek which was ice cold. Spike responded, “Okai fine, but let them know if I don’t watch Tv they’re gonna be kept up all night, it ain’t exactly an issue for me.” (Y/n) nodded, stood up and left to go back to the living room where they were all standing together, facing (Y/n) as they entered the room again.

“So, what’s the situation?” Giles asked, hopeful that they had sorted it. “He wants to watch tv still, what if you just chained him up out here? I can stay if you want.” (Y/n) offered. Giles sighed, running his hands over his face as he tried to think on whether that was a good idea or not. “Fine, fine. But if he escapes you’re gonna be the one bringing him back.” Giles went into the kitchen. “How come you got him to stop being noisy though? He wouldn’t stop it for even blood earlier.” Willow asked confused. “Will, we’re married. I know a thousand ways to annoy the crap out of him and he knows it.” (Y/n) answered with a small smirk as they got handed Spike’s keys by Buffy. “We’re serious by the way, he escapes he’s your problem to bring back.” She reminded. (Y/n) nodded back then turned and went straight to Spike’s temporary room. “You promise not to escape on me?” (y/n) asked Spike as they went into the bathroom again, Spike sat up as he responded “Yes yes, please! Passions is on in five minutes!” He hurriedly brought the lock on his chains into his hands and brought it towards them to unlock. “You’re adorable, how you’re nicknamed William the bloody I’ll never know.” Spike scoffed but smiled a little at the thought of them still finding him cute. Once the chains were off they clattered to the floor, Spike brought his fingers to his wrists tugging at them to relieve the ache of having them on for a while. “You alright?” (Y/n) asked worriedly. He nodded but they took his wrists in their hands and looked at them to make sure he was okay, knowing he could have a thousand stakes in him and he’d still say he was as right as rain. “Well, come on then, passions is on.”

Taking (Y/n)’s hand in his they walked back to the Livingroom, Giles had bought in Spikes mug with warm blood filling it. “Oo goodie!” Spike responded to the sight, making (Y/n) laugh quietly to themselves, this was heaven to him, free blood and tv. They both sat down on the couch next to each other, Willow sat in a chair watching them, trying to figure out if (Y/n) had put a spell on him or something. “Oh yeah...” Spike whispered, turned to (Y/n) and pecked them on the lips, then turned back to the tv as if nothing happened. As Passions went on Spike slowly started to curl his body around (Y/n)’s spooning them as he drank his dinner. Eventually they ended up falling asleep, the vanity mug now empty and the sun asleep, (Y/n) woke up first, going to move their hand to move a strand of his hair back but then realised he had that hand captive in his own hands, they smiled to themselves as how sweet he was being.

- Time skip to a week after that incident-

“ME? SOFT?” Spike worded in shock as Buffy called it, making him come to terms with the truth. Willow laughingly said next “Yeah I mean if you’re ever playing up all we have to do is send a message to (Y/n) and you become a lost puppy.” Which resulted in Xander and Buffy to crack a giggle while Spike’s face just shifted more into shock and offense as the words came out. “Well, you’ve got it wrong, I-I am evil, I drain the innocent of their blood!” He said trying to defend himself even though he knew deep down he became softer than a marshmallow for (Y/n). “Mhm, you keep telling yourself that, this little photo Willow sent to me says a different story though...” Buffy said while taking out her phone, showing Spike the picture of him cuddling up to (Y/n) on Gile’s couch, looking very peaceful and cozy. “...i was sleeping? So what? Sue me!” Spike responded while lighting a cigarette. Willow was still smiling and giggling as she saw the ‘big bad’ vampire realise he was in fact, very soft, but for only one person, his (Y/n).

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theyanderespecialist · 3 years

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Outlast Gang Bang 1 (One Shot) Various X OC Sissy Mark

(marks pov)

I cover my ears the sirens blaring as the lights flash.. patients ran around as I try to find someone I knew. The priest most likely, Dr. tragger. maybe Christ. He must be scared. Then the twins, then..then Frank and then Eddie.

I walk through the halls calling their names, desperate to find them as I continue to call out for them, going into room after room as I see the priest as I ran over. "father, father your okay!"

"Mark, Mark come with me. It's dangerous."

"No I have to find the others, my patients and Dr. Tragger. I cannot and will not leave them to suffer." I say. "Do you know where they are? I need to make sure they are all okay."

(Ooofff poor mark has no idea what is about to happen XD)

"come, they are in the chapel." He said as he lead me to it, and he was telling the truth they were all there, however he shut the door suddenly

"What are you doing?" I ask confused as he locked the chapel doors.

He didn't speak as tragger suddenly walked up and grabbed me. His one hand on my waist...the other one on my legs.

"He's just ensuring you can't run anymore buddy." He said, a smirk on his face

"Run? Why would I run? I am just helping patients." I say confused.

However his hands suddenly trailed up. "You've been running away from us since the start buddy, you think I didn't notice that you'd ask to change shifts?"

"That was so I could sleep in." I say. "Why does it matter?"

I suddenly jerk as his hand went down my shrubs pants

"Wh-What are you doing!?!" I demand to know scared as he jerks my cock making it stir.

I felt odd, I was scared as I tried to back away but Father Martin held me steady.

(Man he's not beating around the bush ..but he is beating marks Meat)

(XD)

I groaned and felt him jerk me off to full hardness. I still tried to get away but their grips only tightened more when I did that. I groaned and then he moved his hand down and slip a finger over my clit. I groaned and shudder.

"So your file was right you have a cunt to~" He says grinning.

My eyes widen. "Please--" I was cut off when he pushed a finger between my lips, not deep but still was uncomfortable.

I whine softly and tried to pull away

He didn't enter any further as he pulled away, but his hands suddenly move to my chest.

"I wonder, are you more feminine or masculine under here?" He said.

"G-Guys.." I moan out.

"Tragger stop hogging her." I hear Chris say and I look at him shocked

He... wasn't going to try and save me?

"I'm not just.. examining her~" he said as he pulled my scrub shirt off as I went red in the face.

For a girl I was small.. but I'm not a girl, I'm a boy, and yes, I grew some breast tissue. Maybe a small B cup..

"Nice cut little breasts~" He says and leans down taking off the wrapping I had on them.

The wrapping fell to the ground as I blushed darkly only to cry out as he pinched the nipple. I cried out as my chest was always sensitive.

"don't you think her chest is nice...Eddie~?" Trager asked as I tried to get out of their grips as Eddie walked up.

"A bit small, but nice and perky~" He says and licks my other nipple. "They will get bigger when she is filled with my seed~"

I shudder at that knowing this was wrong and yet..

"Well don't worry Eddie buddy, her toys were an a when she came last year, and I've got some special medications of course." Tragger asaod as Eddie smirked.

"T-They aren't small.." I mutter, why that was the point that annoyed me, I don't know. A b cup isn't that small..

"They are adorable though just like my darling~" he says smiling at me it made me feel warm

However I tried to cut that thought out of my head as his hands grazed against the nipple causing me to let out a surprised jerk

"And oh so sensitive~" He purrs twisting it gently.

I let out another jerky spasm as he pulled down my pants, completely ignoring my cock as he rubbed my lips, his lips biting on my nipples. "Perhaps one day we can experiment with some nipple rings for you~" he said as I feel Mattson let go of me. I could run..but I didn't..as Christ came up behind me, I feel his large hands suddenly grasp my ass. They weren't fucking me...they were just teasing me both with their grasps and their words.

(Because you're a slut that gets off being talked dirty to and told your a whore, and that's what they are gonna do, Gott loosen you ;))

(XD Mark is a sissy slut XD)

Chris gripped my ass with one hand and my chest with the other massaging both. I couldn't help it the loan I tried to desperately to hold back came out, I've never felt more powerless..or this good. He smirked and started to kiss down my neck and bit my shoulder. I cried out and with Eddie fingering came hard from both my cock and woman hood.

He pulled away slow looking at his hands. "I'm not one for men." He said. "But I am one for making you cum~" he said as suddenly the others walked over.

"Alright alright two to start to not overwhelm him." Trager said. They weren't serious..

"We need our turn first." One twin said. Tom the one with the hair says.

"Yes we do." Tim adds

"the others don't know him as well as we do."

"Yes." Tim agree. "We known him the most and longest

They suddenly move forward as I they smirked at me. Tom bent me on my hands and knees and Tim kisses me my first kiss. I feel him grip the side of my face. The kiss was hot, passionate, and messy as he looked at me as I panted, drool still connecting our mouths.

"Mm... think I know.how to make this better." He said as he grabbed my bag as I was confused, his brother just smirking as he walked over.. with my makeup bag, roughly grabbing my face as he took out my lipsticks he seemed to be stuck between the hot pink and bright red.

They went with the bright red and he had me put it on as well as my mascare and eyeliner. After that was done I see Tim had removed his pants and tom stuck his tongue in my ass.

I let out a shocked cry as my legs try to kick him away. "g-get off!"

Tim looked at me and smirked. "Why don't you put on a show for us~? And them? If you do, we'll go as easy on you as you need." (Don't trust him) he whispered in my ear.

"L-Like what?" I moaned. back as he placed a finger on my bottom lip.

"Oh..a sultry, sexy professional who is a total sissy slut but poorly hides it." He whispered as I looked confused but I already had agreed when I humored the idea.

"O-ok--oh! N-No stop! T-That's the wr-oo~" A genuine moan slipped out as I gather my nerves once more."th-the wrong hole! T-This is unacceptable behavior towards your h-head nurse!" I snap. And part of it was how I truly felt but something in me..felt excited.

"We do what we want with sissy sluts like you~" Tim says and rubs his cock against my lips I could tell he was going to take it slow. "Now lick my cock like a lollipop head nurse~"

I almost did.. bit I stop myself.

"T-There's no way I'd lick that.. that thing." I said and I wasn't lying. "I wouldn't ever want to lick that dirty, disgusting ..huge.. thick ..cock.."

"Then we will just have to punish you~" Tom says and bites my ass and I yelp.

Tim starts to jerk off his cock occasionally smacking it against my cheeks and I moaned as he did and soon he came thick ropes of cum on my face and smearing it into my cheeks.

I let out a moan as he suddenly pushed it against my face once more.

"Come on you sissy, look at it. This is what a real man's cock is like. get a good look,because your cock will never be like this." He said smearing it against my cheek as my body suddenly shuddered, my cock and womanhood feeling weird..

"T-That's s-so cruel to say to your superior.." I said trying to not let my voice change.

(Oof mark being a superior. The only thing he's superior at is being a masochist who can cum while only sucking a cock)

(AMEN XD)

"You better star licking it or my brother here will fuck you senseless without any lube~" He orders and that made me shudder more.

"F-Fine you disgusting man~!" I say.

I look at the cock as I give a kiss to the head before licking up the shaft as I let out a moan when he brother would roll his tongue inside of mebefore he suddenly retracted as I ha e a confused look.

"Look at you, being a good slut." "You call yourself our superior, you're supposed to watch us and make sure we are safe, and here you are, taking orders from us. It's rather pathetic isn't it Tim? No wonder she dresses like a girl, she's not a man at all" he states as I kept licking the shaft as I actually shudder at the insult.

It was turning me on so damn much and I could feel my cock ache. "Her big cock is a lie to what she really is a sissy slut begging to be teased." Tom says.

I moaned as I was closer than ever.

However I tried to keep in the role but it was so hard..

"I think she's actually getting off to it and she hasn't even put your cock in her mouth."

I glared at him. "That is enough Ti-"

He cuts me off shoving his cock in my mouth. I let out a choked gag as he gripped my hair.

"sissy sex toys don't speak." He said.

"I think underneath all this is a whore who can't wait to be fucked up the ass, in nice frilly outfits, we'll even set some new rules what do you think Tom?"

"Oh I know she was born an anal slut. I agree though Tim. No standing to pee being one of them, with supervised bathroom trips just to make sure." He said as my fave burned red as I let out a whine. To have no control of how I went to the bathroom..to be told that they'd be making sure, taking any masculinity I had from me..it somehow aroused me as I only realized I was bucking my hips forward

"I think he finally wants something in her slutty ass~" Tim says.

"I agree~" Tom says with a smirk. "Ready for my cock you nasty slut~"

I look back at Tom as I couldn't help but pull from Tim's cock, giving a lick to it before answering.

"G-Give it to.me~.dont hold back~" I moan

He smirked and thrust in hard I cried out and Tim thrusts in my mouth again. They were now spit roasting me. I let out a loud moan into their crotch. Spit hung out the corners of my mouth as he would thrust in when Tim would thrust out, never lea I g me empty.

"Look at her, she's a total natural~"

"what about her sweet little bussy."

"Mmmphh,", I try to tell them no but it just came as a moan

"Nice a tight~ fits like a damn glove two sizes to small~" he moans. "Can't wait to fill it up~"

I felt so full..and it was just two fingers inside of me. I let out a loud moan pulling away from his cock as I rub my cheek against the dripping, slimey member, moaning at the feeling of being less than.

I almost could take it I needed to cum so bad~! It was all I wanted right now~

"Hm? What's this?" He asked a smirk on his face as I moan.

"I-I-I love your cock." I said as I kissed it as he smirked.

"do you think a sissy like you deserves to have such a nice cock ramming into her nasty slutty mouth?" He asked his tone making me shudder and clench around Tom.

"No but please! Give it to me! So me how much of a cock sleeve I am~!" I beg

He looked at me for a moment as he kissed me again. And although it seemed rough..it was so gentle. . Like he was making sure I didn't actually think that low of my self. He slowly pulled away only to lay his heavy, hot, twitching cock on my forehead.

"Well get to making yourself worthy." He said as I knew what he was implying he wanted me to do. "And don't forget to worship them, letting everyone hear how much you love them."

(Gag)

(Gags)

I started to lick his balls and mentally gaged I did not even kick my own balls. Why would I want to suck his but that is exactly what I did taking both into my mouth. I suck on him, feeling Tim's hand push against my clit as I moaned as I kiss and lick him before pulling up to the base, kissing, licking, biting at the shaft, smearing my lipstick.

He groaned and Then pulled back cumming on my face and I feel Tom cum on my ass I was drench in cum. "Who is next?" Tim asks and I fall to the floor they could not be serious.

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justkending · 4 years

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Just Roommates. Chapter 27.

Series Summary: These two college friends have had years to grow together. Each being the others support system, adventure buddy, movie night partner, and dorky roommates. That is until things start coming to a new light in their relationship. At least for him… Is there something else there? Is it possible? Were these feelings always there?

Pairing: (Modern) Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warning: Fluff, Adulting, sexy-times mentions, language.

Word Count: 2700+

A/N: This is a very simple chapter, but I needed it for the next chapter:) Hope you enjoy!!

Chapter 27:

"That's perfect right there! Thank you!"

Y/N was instructing the movers bringing in the last of their furniture while her and Wanda started unloading items for the kitchen. Steve, Sam, Clint, Wanda, and Vision had all pitched in their cars as ways to help with moving the smaller boxes from their flat. Nat and Maria were going to be there within the next hour.

Bucky was out by the cars with Steve bringing in a few more hauls of the boxes.

"So, when's the engagement party?" Steve asked.

"I honestly think Y/N's just going to count this move in party as the engagement party. She's not one for all the formal events. Which I'm perfectly fine with," Bucky smiled, re-adjusting his grip on the larger box as they walked up the porch.

"Really? How are we supposed to get you two gifts if we didn't know this was the engagement party?" Steve asked.

"Don't act like you guys didn't all bring some housewarming gift. I saw you all casually trying to hide your little gift bags and stuff. Horrible hiding by the way," Bucky chuckled as Steve opened the door for to the two of them.

"Housewarming gifts are different from engagement gift," the blonde countered.

"I guess, but we really don't need anything. We just want to hang out with you guys in our new home. That's enough for us both," Bucky shrugged, putting the boxes down and turning to see Wanda and Y/N laughing in the kitchen.

"You know, Bucky, just a year ago you would be all over the material things. Something I think Bonnie would have played a part in and also been ecstatic for," Steve smiled looking at his friend. "The fact that's not even a thought for you shows how lucky you got Buck. You and Y/N both got lucky."

Bucky couldn't looked away from Y/N. She was in her 'moving overalls' as she called them since apparently she had so many they all had a special purpose. Her hair was in a messy bun with a head scarf wrapped keeping her wayward curls out of her face. Failing at at its job, but still cute nonetheless. One of the overall shoulders wasn't hooked and was hanging off her shoulder. She was laughing and pointing something out to Wanda in the living room.

"I did get lucky. The woman has taught me more things than I cared to know existed. And because of that I'm a lot more content and happy with my life." Bucky sent a single nod and smile after making eye contact with Y/N who blushed and winked back at him. "I'm on a high Steve, and I haven't fell from it in 6+ months."

"I feel you brother," Steve said squeezing Bucky's shoulder.

"You feel me?" Bucky said with a small laugh knowing Steve was as single as could be. "How do you-" When Steve's reaction was just a dopey smile as if he were lost in space, Bucky's eyebrows shot up. "You punk! You're seeing someone and you didn't tell me?!"

"Hey, hey. Quiet!" Steve said, putting his hands out in surrender. "I-I just wanted to see how things would go and didn't want anyone to get their hopes up, but... Yeah... There's a girl."

"Steve, that's amazing!" Bucky said, pulling him into a hug. "How long?"

"Remember Dr. Erskine from your charity gala?" Bucky nodded. "One of his shadows for his work happens to be in the geriatric field, and he mentioned the senior home to her. She came by for a visit to see the home for some research and we kinda hit it off." Steve had a blush creeping up his neck and was rubbing the back of it in nerves.

"Well, what's her name? What was she doing research for? How old is she? Blonde or Brunette? Or maybe redhead-" Bucky started spouting out questions.

"Her name is Margaret, but she goes by Peggy. She does different funding for senior homes and is doing research in veterans history. She's trying to write a book right now about different stories of WWII vets and Vietnam vets. She's just a few years older than me," Steve answered with a laugh. "And brunette. The most beautiful brown hair and brown eyes I've ever seen on a woman..."

Bucky watched as Steve once again drifted into a dream world. He knew how that went considering it happened to him practically every time he thought of Y/N.

"I'm happy for you Stevie. And don't worry, I'll keep it on the down low. I know how important the beginning of a relationship is, and with our friend group, I'm not going to chance ruining that," Bucky laughed half joking, half being serious.

"You can tell Y/N. Just Y/N though," Steve laughed.

"Ok, good. That was my next question..." Bucky grinned.

"Come on. Let's get you moved in," Steve nudged as they went back outside for another load.

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"Y/N, this place is going to be beautiful!" Nat said, raising her glass as the group of friends sat in the living room on the new furniture.

There were boxes scattered everywhere in their designated rooms, some opened but not unpacked. Only things out were some coasters for the end tables, and a few accent pillows that came with the couches today.

"It's true. I saw some of the decorations you have boxed up, and just by the looks of it this place is going to be stunning," Maria nodded, taking a sip of her wine.

"How many bedrooms?" Clinton budded in.

"Four including the master. So enough for you guys to crash if you ever get too drunk to leave," Bucky winked wrapping his arms around Y/N's middle on the chair they were snuggled into.

"Careful to make that offer. I may never leave," Sam laughed with a smirk.

"Everyone but you," Bucky said with a fake glare.

"You see how he treats me, Y/N? So mean and for no reason," Sam fake pouted.

"Oh, quit it you two. Always teasing the other until someone actually gets their feelings hurt," Y/N waved them off. "Sam, you are more than welcome to stay here when you want."

"Thank you," he said in a proud tone as if he won.

"Of course after day 3 there will be a rent fee," Y/N added with a smirk of her own as she took a long sip of her drink.

"Hey!" Sam said, choking on his drink a little.

"That's my girl," Bucky laughed.

"So what did you guys decide on for the flat? Are you going to sell it or..." Wanda asked turning to them from where she was sat by Vis.

"I'm going to rent it out for cheap to some college kids. No point in bumping the price when I don't really need the extra money. I remember how hard it was for people to find affordable housing during that time, and that way I can still keep it. It's already paid off," Bucky answered.

"That's a good idea and sweet of you. College me would have jumped for a place to stay like that for cheap," Nat nodded.

"Y/N thought of it. I was going to sell it, but made better sense to just rent it out," Bucky shrugged.

"Ok, enough boring adult talk! Tell us how it happened!" Maria jumped in.

"Gotta be more specific sis," Y/N laughed.

"The proposal! We've all seen the ring! Now give us the details!"

"Ok, ok. You wanna tell it or me?" Y/N turned to Bucky who just smiled and shrugged.

"We both can, but you start."

"Ok," she smiled before turning to the group. "So we came out here just to set up some lights and see the finished product of the house."

The rest of the story later, the girls were ooing and aweing at the sentiment. The men just grinning and sending smirks to Bucky for the romantic kind of man he apparently had been hiding from them.

After some more catching up, Y/N giving the girls room tours as well as sharing her decor ideas, while Bucky took the guys out and showed them the land and what they planned to build, the crew started packing up.

Bucky and Y/N said goodbye to everyone as they packed into their cars, and waved to them until they were out the driveway and headed back to the city.

Y/N let out a sigh and turned back to the house. Bucky followed and wrapped his arms around her as he rested his chin on her shoulder.

"We have a lot of unboxing to do," she said.

"Yep, but we unpacked a lot tonight. Let's save the rest for tomorrow."

"Yeah, ok." She turned back and gave him a hug as she fell into him. "I love you."

"I love you even more Y/N. Let's go to bed."

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The next night, Bucky got a call from work saying they had a business trip that Stark had set up for the two to travel and speak with a few investors on some new projects. Something that was bound to take place in the merger. It just so happened to come up when the two were moving in and had a shit ton of boxes to unpack.

"How long?" Y/N asked once Bucky got done explaining Starks travel plans, and they unboxed some items for one of the guest rooms.

"Sounds like a couple of weeks. No more than two, hopefully only one," Bucky sighed. "I can see if I can make it shorter. I don't want to leave you to unpack all by yourself, and maybe the investors-"

"What are you talking about?" Y/N laughed, stopping and turning to Bucky from the bedside table she was organizing. "You don't have to make your work shorter just because I need help unpacking some boxes."

"Well, no, but-"

"I know what you're doing B. It's not going to work."

"I'm not doing anything..." Bucky mumbled, looking down at the bed frame he was currently screwing in the last few pieces into place for.

"You don't want to travel with Stark for up to two weeks, and you're using moving as an excuse. Nope. Nuh uh. You're going mister," she said matter a factly as she plugged in the bed side lamp and brushed her hands off.

"And what if I don't want to go cause I don't want to leave you?" Bucky said with a raised eyebrow standing up.

"It's your work Bucky. You're going to have to leave sometimes to take care of business." Her hands were crossed over her chest and hip popped. Bucky places his hands on his hips in an attempt to mock her sass.

"You want me out of the house or something?" he joked.

"No... I've just noticed you've been pushing work to the side, and trying to distract yourself from it and using the house as an excuse."

"I'm not-"

"James Buchanan Barnes. You have a huge, crazy busy, growing, multimillion dollar business to run. You can't keep distancing yourself from it just because you don't like Stark all that much," she said, taking a step closer and Bucky matched her.

He paused. She was right. He had been finding any excuse to work from home, or only going in during times Stark wasn't there. He still was extremely annoyed by the man, and the less time he spent with him the better. On the other hand he had been really excited about living with Y/N and being with her more now that they were engaged.

Screw knowing each other for years. The man was in the honeymoon phase still, and hadn't even glimpsed outside of the puppy love he had for her.

"But what if I don't want to..." he pouted moving closer and putting his hands on her hips as he pulled her in.

"Sucks. You're the big boss man whether you like it or not," she shrugged, still crossing her arms with a playful gleam in her eyes.

"You're kinda scary. You know that?" Bucky chuckled tilting his head to her.

"When I need to be, yes. That's not new news," she said with a sly smirk. "So on that note. Let's get you packed for your trip."

"But-"

"Nope! No excuses bossman!" she said walking out the door to their room.

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Y/N was right. This was a big opportunity for the business, and even though Bucky was getting comfortable spending his time with Y/n in their new house, and as a newly engaged couple, he did need to get out and actually work.

The trip ended up being a week and half. Y/N having to stay behind to handle some housing things like plumbing, gas, land surveying and all that fun stuff. That and she still had her job as a personal trainer/ yoga instructor, so she couldn't just up and leave with only a day's notice for almost two weeks.

The two facetimed and talked every night and day. Y/N showing him new places she had got around to decorating and layouts and ideas for the land.

What Bucky didn't know was that Y/N had the girls over almost every night to help her finish up unpacking and decorating before he came home. Sometimes Steve and Sam too if she needed some more heavy duty help.

"Y/N, this is all so stunning. He's going to be so surprised when he gets home," Nat smiled as they all stood looking at the newly decorated home.

"Really? You think? It's not too much is it?" she questioned bringing her hand to her chin as she examined the room they were currently in.

"He's going to love it Y/N. Anything you do he loves, but this is crazy impressive," Steve added as he packed up his tool box. "You ever thought about interior design?"

"That's what Bucky said," Y/N laughed. "And now that I have so many people asking me that," she looked at Maria, Wanda, and Nat who had also been commenting on it all day, "It's starting to sound like a possible fun side-job."

"Well, I'll pay you to come revamp my apartment if you do anything close to this," Maria grinned, taking a swig from a beer bottle.

"You got it," Y/N laughed. "Ok, I need to go pick him up from the airport in about an hour, so I'm going to go get changed and do a few last minute things. Thanks again you guys for coming out here and helping."

"Anytime! Maria and I love the scenic drive here, and it gives us a chance to see your fucking gorgeous home," Nat smirked bumping her hip with Y/N.

"That and you know you can always call if you need a handy man when Bucks not here," Steve added, picking up the tool box.

"Thanks for that Stevie. I appreciate you," she said giving him a small peck on the cheek.

"Yeah, I'm just here for the free alcohol," Wanda teased as she downed the rest of her beer. "Helps when Nat's driving."

The crew laughed at the red head and started heading for the door.

"Let us know what he thinks! And when you guys are ready, we can have a housewarming party since it's all done!" Nat shouted as she walked to the car.

"Will do! Love you guys! Drive safe!" Y/N shouted and waved from the porch as they loaded up and made their way down the long driveway.

Once they were out of sight, Y/N turned to look at the finished product of their home. The lights on the porch were hung and turned on. The inside was lit up and bringing life and a sense of comfort to it.

"How did I get so lucky?" Y/N sighed as she thought about the life that was to come with her special person. All she had to do was pick him up from the airport, and yet another milestone would be made.

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Part 2/2

Part 1 ( @shamelesspoetry )

Paring: Dukexiety, side Moceit and Loginice Words: 3288 Genre: angst, fluff, hints at smut (you have to squint), angst with a happy ending

Virgil had lost all concept of time. Had it been days? Minutes? Hours? He didn’t know or care. He could only note that the banging on the door had stopped. There had been banging (that faded into knocking) on his door for a while at the start. Logan, confused on whether he had done something wrong, Patton, desperate to try and talk to the anxious side, and Roman, who wanted to understand the outburst. The locked door prevented all of them from entering his space (pity party). The dark cloud of anxiety now seems to spread among the room, swallowing his posters and books. He couldn’t seem to care. He’s passed the sad stage and seemed to move on to the numbness. The sad would come back, it always did.

Meanwhile, in his shared room, Roman was pacing the floor.

“C’mon prince of boring, why are you pacing? It’s giving me head trauma.”

“A headache. That’s called a headache,” Roman said, staring at his twin who shrugged his shoulders.

“What has you so worked up? Oo ~ do you need help with a project, I wouldn’t mind adding a few corpses!”

“No, Remus, be serious, I’m worried about Virgil!”

“The emo?” He asked before shrugging. “He’s just sulking over Logan taking the last cup of coffee or something.” Roman wasn’t convinced. “Come on, Roro, you’re just upset because you have a crush on him.”

“What? No, I don’t,” Roman said, staring at his brother in confusion. Remus only wiggled his eyebrows.

“You wanna see that flat ass all day. Wanna wipe those racoon eyes, wanna-”

“No, seriously, I don’t.” Remus only blinked at his brother before shrugging.

“His loss.” Roman continued to stare at his brother.

“Remus, did you... did you think I liked Virgil?”

“Well, I figured you’d be into pale emos.” Remus shrugged.

“Remus, I told you I like Logan, right?” Remus tilted his head.

“Maybe you did, I don’t remember.” He then grinned “See, I was right, you are into pale emos.”

“Don’t-” Roman was slowly going red.

“What? I’m not wrong. He is quite pale.” Roman raised an eyebrow at his brother.

“How would you know?” Remus seemed frozen for a moment, his brain catching up with the conversation. “Also, where were you last night? And the night before?” Remus didn’t look up at his brother.

“I was helping Thomas.” Roman, unsure of where Remus was heading, decided to proceed with caution.

“How?” Remus finally looked up, meeting his brothers’ eyes.

“Well, they are both so stressed all the time so I wanted to help... relax them. And since I’m more 50 Shades of Grey to your My Little Pony, and also the only one with the balls to actually do something-”

“Remus, what did you do?” Roman’s heart was beating. “Who are ‘they’ and how did you help them relax?” Remus went quiet for a moment, as if thinking.

“Sex.” Roman looked at his brother and could tell by the look on his face that Remus was leaving something out.

“With who?”

“Virgil...” Roman nodded slightly. “And...” ‘Who?’ Roman wanted to ask but his mind connected the pieces together. Janus and Patton were already together and that left only two people, Virgil and...

Roman gasped, tears welling in his eyes.

“Logan?” His voice was low and Roman didn’t even look at Remus for a response.

“Well, it wasn’t like I forced myself on him, he went with it willingly-”

“Shut up!” Roman’s voice was thick. “For once in your existence, shut up.” Roman shoulders shook. “How... how could you?”

“I didn’t know!”

“Bullshit!”

“Oi, don’t get all high and mighty. You only accepted me because of your spat with Janus, which wasn’t that long ago!” Remus was angry, but only at the accusation that he would deliberately hurt his twin. Roman didn’t look up to meet his brother’s gaze.

“That’s why he was so upset...” Roman whispered. Remus let the confusion wash over his face.

“What has that-”

“He loves you, you idiot! How can you not see it? He always has!” Remus blinked at his brother. “And you just fucked and left?!” Roman looked at his twin, wiping his tears. “And that’s what Logan most have told him, no wonder he’s upset!” Before Remus could respond, the door swung open, with Patton and Logan bursting in.

“We heard yelling,” Patton said. Logan noticed Roman crying first, but the other side didn’t look at him.

“Roman-” Roman pushed past them all, speed walking out of the room.

Virgil was laying on his bed when he heard the tell-tale signs of someone trying to pick his lock. He didn’t try and stop it, figuring it was Patton attempted to pull him out of spiral. He was surprised to find Roman’s tear stained face staring back at him.

“He... he just slept with him...” Roman said, voice thick. Virgil let out a weak, almost maniacal, laugh.

“Wanted us to ‘relax’. Bullshit. All men are trash.” Virgil said, his voice weak from lack of using it.

“Can I join the pity party?” Virgil looked confused for a second before he remembered all the times, he caught Roman’s star-filled gaze fixed on the logical side. He nodded, opening his arms. Roman sunk down onto the bed and the two sides just cried, not caring that people could hear them, not caring about the door still being open. Just not caring at all.

It was a few hours later, when Virgil woke up to Patton’s soft voice.

“Virge? I have something for you to eat. Roman has gone back to my room.” Virgil struggled to open his eye, but otherwise remained unmoving. “I’m just going to leave it -”

“Stay,” Virgil croaked. “please.” He choked, tears falling down his face.

“Hey, Virgil, can I touch you?” The other side nodded. “Do you want a hug?” Another nod. “Can I climb in beside you?” At Virgil’s nod, Patton lay down on the bed, opening his arms and letting Virgil come to him. Virgil crawled over to him. “Do you wanna talk about it?” There was silence in the room.

“I got my hopes up,” Virgil said. “And the one person I used to talk to about this I’m not talking to anymore and I think he hates me because I was awful to him because I was desperate to be liked!” Virgil said, sobbing. Patton shushed him gently.

“Hey, I’m sure you will get a chance to apologise,” Patton said. There was a creak at the door and Patton looked up, finding Janus giving him a sympathetic smile.

“It’s okay, Pat, I’ll take it from here.” Patton looked down at the sobbing boy and took a deep breath, slowly untangling him, giving the boy a kiss on his hair before moving to leave. Janus took his arm gently as he walked past, rubbing his cheek, kissing him softly. “I’ll take care of him.” Patton nodded, smiling. Janus looked down at the anxious side, who’s eyes were wide and fearful. He opened his mouth but didn’t get a word in before Virgil launched in rambling.

“I’m so sorry for everything I said and did! I wanted so badly not to be hated anymore and I was afraid that if I didn’t hate you than they would hate me again but I should-” Virgil slapped his hand over his own mouth, looking up and Janus, who’s eyebrows were furrowed in worry.

“Virgil. I need to you to breath for me.” Virgil dropped his hand before he took a deep breath in. “Good, okay, I’ll count to eight. 8,7, 6-” Virgil let out his breath. “That’s okay, we’ll start again. 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. Good. okay, hold for four. 1, 2, -” Virgil dropped off again, clutching his chest. “Okay, it’s okay, we can start again as many times as you need. Okay?” Virgil nodded, closing his eyes and taking Janus’ hands. “Okay, in for eight. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8. Okay, hold for four. 1, 2, 3, 4. Great, so good, out for seven. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7. Great, let’s do that a few more times.” Janus took him through his breath exercise and the room slowly became lighter and lighter. His posters reappearing, his eyeshadow receding. “That was really good.” Virgil nodded.

“I’m sorry.”

“I know why you did what you did, Virgil. That’s not me saying that I’m not mad or I wasn’t upset about it, but I get it. I did the same thing to Remus, so I know how you feel,” Janus said, noticed Virgil’s gaze dropping from holding Janus’ to his lap at the mention of the creative side. “This is about him, isn’t it?” Virgil nodded. Janus opened his arms and Virgil crawled in and melted against the other side. “He’s always been an idiot.”

“But I thought... He came here, maybe three nights ago. I was... I was confused because he didn’t normal come here. He said I was stressed out and everyone was worried for me... He started kissing me and then more than just kissing and-”

“He forced himself on you?” Janus asked, gasping. Virgil shook his head quickly, looking into the other eyes that he wasn’t lying.

“I wanted it. I thought... it’s stupid, but I thought that meant he maybe he liked me back.” Janus nodded sympathetically. “I know he has troubling expressing emotions and he tends to channel that into... sexual advances. I just thought...” Virgil deflated. “I just thought maybe he liked me back.” Janus pulled him in again.

“I meant what I said. Those twins don’t have a clue between them.”

“I feel bad for Roman. I thought everyone knew about his crush on Logan, except Logan himself. And... him too now, I guess.” Virgil wiped his eye with his hoodie, sighing. “I feel like an idiot.”

“Well, love makes you an idiot. Look at me and Patton. It took us how long to figure out that our enemies to lovers’ trope had turned into the ‘lovers’ end of the spectrum?” Virgil giggled. “Love and feelings are complicated. Maybe you should explain all this to him?” Virgil shrugged.

“I’m afraid. I don’t want to be rejected.”

“Rejection is the precursor to closure. It’s very hard to have one without the other.” Virgil sighed.

“That’s about the dumbest thing you’ve ever said.”

“Okay, Mr pessimism, prove me wrong.” Virgil put his hands up, sniffling.

“You’re right.” Janus handed him his yellow handkerchief. “Thank you.” Janus nodded. “I mean it. What I said. I’m sorry.” Janus gave him a small smile.

“I know. I meant what I said too. About understanding why did and said those things. I was upset but I’m getting over it. Your apology helps.” Janus grabbed a set of wipes before cleaning Virgil’s face. “C’mon, let’s eat. We can relieve Patton who is probably stress cooking.” The door opened on cue and Patton meekly stepped inside, holding more plates.

“I made spaghetti.” Janus smiled, a loving look on his face as he beckoned the side over. Virgil would’ve fake gagged but he couldn’t bring himself to ruin this moment. He was too drained. “Get this into you, then go to sleep. Maybe everything will be clearer in the morning.” Virgil somewhat doubted it, but took the side’s word for it anyway. “Everything is gonna be okay.”

In the hallway, Roman took a deep breath before knocking on the door.

“Yes,” The side answered and Roman opened the door. “Ah, Roman. You were in to see Virgil, how is he doing?”

“He’s fine, Logan. He’s not why I’m here though.”

“If this is about your brother and I, I have been made aware it made you uncomfortable. While I’m not sure why, I do apologise. There is nothing between us.”

“You don’t need to apologise. My reaction was my own fault,” Roman said. Logan looked and him confused and opened his mouth, but closed it when he saw Roman shake his head. “I know you and I have our differences but I really do value you as a friend and side and that’s why I was so scared to come and tell you, but I’ve realised I can’t just use that excuse and then get mad when things don’t work out my way.” Logan still looked puzzles so Roman sighed slightly before locking eyes with the logical side. “I like you, Logan. I have for a while. And I never told you because I was too scared and I just didn’t know what I’d do if you said yes. But I’ve realised I can’t just hold all my feelings in until I combust.” There was silence. “It’s okay if you don’t like me back-”

“No, it’s not that,” Logan said. “I don’t... I don’t really understand love. Sexual desire is different but love confuses me. But Roman I-” he trailed off, ruffling his hair. “I feel something for you. I don’t know what it is but it’s strong and I’ve only recently noticed it.” Roman slowly approached Logan, holding out his hands, silently offering to meet Logan halfway if he needs it. Logan grasped his hands. “Could you live with that? With me possibly never being able to love you back.”

“It could be hard, yeah, but I want to try. I care about you Logan, so I want to be with you, however you feel comfortable.” He pulled Logan up, before standing so close to him. “How about touch?” Logan nodded. “Words please, Lo.”

“I like touch.” Roman wound his arms around the logical side’s waist. Logan frowned slightly. “I don’t know what makes you think you’ll be in charge.” Roman’s face heated up, covering his ears and neck.

“I was just tryna hold you,” he whined and Logan half smirked, half smiled. He leaned down, kissing the fanciful side’s red neck.

“It’s okay, I’m just teasing.” Roman nodded before the logical side moved back up and the two made eye contact. “Can I kiss you?”

“If you don’t, I might hit you.”

“Feisty, I like it.” Roman blushed but before he could say anything, Logan gently placed their lips together and he melted into the logical side’s hold. Things weren’t perfect, but they would be okay. And when the pair woke up the next morning, arms wound around each other, they realised that they would rather be nowhere else but right here, in this moment, together.

Virgil, who woke up squished between Janus and Patton, managed to climb out without waking either of them up. He moved over to his door and, taking a deep breath, opened it. He was surprised to find Remus mid knock. Part of him wanted to close the door and go back to bed but Patton’s words replayed in his mind.

‘Maybe everything will be clearer in the morning.’

“Can we talk?” Virgil nodded and let himself be dragged to the sitting room. He sat down on the couch and let the silence sit for a few minutes. “Why didn’t you just tell me you like me?” Virgil would’ve been shocked but he also half heard Roman and Remus’ argument. Plus, the other side isn’t completely stupid.

“I was afraid I’d be rejected.” Remus was pacing. Virgil couldn’t understand the nervousness until he realised that he was causing it. “Remus, maybe you should sit down-”

“No!” Remus shouted back. Virgil flinched at the sudden loud noise before Remus dropped down into the chair beside him. “I don’t know how all these lovey dovey words work, that’s Roman’s job, but I like you too! Why didn’t you just tell me? I would never have slept with Logan but it seemed like you truly only wanted to relax, you didn’t even cuddle me so I thought-”

“You like me too?” Remus blinked at the other side.

“I went to you first. I wanted to confess then but I just didn’t want to be rejected. I like you like wasps like Satan.” Virgil choked back a laugh as tears streamed down his face. “What did I say? Why are you crying?” Remus asked, panicking. Virgil shook his head, taking the sides flailing hands.

“It’s okay. They’re happy tears,” Virgil said. Remus still looked worried so Virgil wiped them away. Remus’ hand glided up his arm and neck, hesitating before his cheek, just centimetres away from the skin. Virgil, deciding to be brave, placed his face into Remus’ palm. Remus’ eyes widened before a smile spread across his cheeks. There was no glint, just love in his eyes and Virgil felt the best kind of overwhelmed. Remus’ began to vibrate with excitement before letting out a screech, picking Virgil up and swinging him around. Virgil wrapped his leg around the other’s waist and clutched on for dear life, half screaming himself.

“This is better than juicy butt holes! This is better than late night thoughts!” Virgil laughed at him, leaning down to touch their foreheads together. Remus, still pumped with adrenaline, placed the other down on the couch before attacking him with kisses and tickles. The happy tears return as Virgil gasped for air, smiling so wide his cheeks hurt.

“Get a room.” Roman teasing voice came. Remus stuck his tongue out before burying his face in Virgil’s neck. The anxious side saw him and Logan’s clasped hands and winked to the two. “If the rest of us have the decency to go to our own rooms, so do you.” Logan nodded. “Plus, I know you’re lanky but you do not get to take up the entire couch. Move over!” The two complied, Virgil going to sit up before Remus pulled him onto his lap, nuzzling his face into the other’s neck gain, leaving soft kisses.

“Oh, we are all up!” Patton said. His eyes landed on the two new couples and they softened. Janus rolled his eyes and his husband’s soft gaze but Virgil saw the same look in his snake eyes. “Janjan, can you help me make breakfast?” Patton asked, entering the kitchen. Janus, as if sensing the change in atmosphere, moved his gaze to the four remained sides.

“Not a word.” He said. “I mean it.” The other sides nodded, holding back laughs. He left to go help Patton and the room erupted in laughter.

“Guess Janus isn’t as tough as he lets on.”

Later, that night to be exact, when Remus had Virgil curled up on his chest, half asleep, he just let himself be so thankful he didn’t fuck this up. Virgil, as if sensing the others thoughts, sat up, looking into the creative side’s eyes, smiled.

“You’re stuck with me now.” Remus smirked, pulling the other down for a kiss, hands roaming his bodies. Breaking away, Remus mumbled again his lips;

“You make it sound so difficult.” He kissed him again before pulling back a minute later. “This has been one of my best decisions in my entire existence.” Virgil smiled, his eyes brimming with love. He curled Remus’ hair around his fingers.

“You’re not too bad yourself, shrimpy.”

“Excuse me, I am a kraken!”

“Okay, shrimpy.” Remus smirked.

“ooh, feeling feisty, are we? Guess we’ll have to fix that.” Remus’ hands dug into the other side’s torso, causing his to shriek with laughter. Remus rolled them over, getting the upper hand and attacking Virgil’ tickle spots.

“Mercy! Have mercy!” Virgil said between pants and laughs and Remus finally let up. Virgil panted, a wide stupid grin taking over his features. “You play dirty, octopus.” Remus laughed before shrugging.

“Close enough!” He declared before diving down to kiss his boyfriend endlessly. Virgil couldn’t help but think that Patton was right.

Everything was gonna be okay.

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The Hard Frost

Description: On their way to the next gym in Johto, Ash and his friends encounter a steep climb with bad weather on the way...

Rated: K+

OoOoO

Ash Ketchum looked up to the sky with a grim look. Dark clouds were forming high above and he seemed visibly uncomfortable at the sight. “Ugh…” he muttered to himself.

“Aha!” cried Brock as he pointed to the horizon, “there it is – Greenwood Town!” In the distance was a village made of mostly log cabins. Misty sighed with relief as she clutched Togepi closer.

“Thank goodness…it’s cold and I could do with a warm Pokémon Center!”

“Yeah…” agreed Brock, “it’s only eleven but because we woke up at six it already feels like it’s evening. It’s all thanks to that frosty wind waking us up early. We could do with a rest.”

“After that night in the forest – definitely!”

Because they were walking in front of Ash, neither of the friends noticed his frown deepen.

When they got to the town it wasn’t the sight they expected. People were in their homes and those that were on the outside were rushing about with wood and petrol tanks in their arms. “What’s with the rush?” wondered Brock before being nearly knocked over by someone passing. They eventually got their answer when they arrived at the Pokémon Center.

“It’s the incoming Hard Frost that they’re preparing for,” said Nurse Joy.

“Hard Frost?” repeated Brock and Misty. “What’s that?”

“It happens every few years. The locals know the signs immediately…”

“Yes. But what is it?” they asked again. They didn’t notice Ash staring.

“A severe snowstorm. It starts with a fierce wind before tons of snow falls, burying the ground at least six feet and brings the temperature to below zero. The last time it happened it took two weeks before the snowplows and help could arrive.”

“When is it coming?” said Ash almost too hurriedly.

“Tonight.” Ash’s hands fell from the counter to his side, not that his friends noticed.

“Two weeks’ worth of snow. Well then, I suppose that puts a stop to us for now,” said Brock. “We’ll stay here for the night; have a room?”

“Oh, I’m so, so sorry, but all the rooms have already been taken by Trainers who don’t have the resources to make it to the next town.”

The Trainers grimaced and tried at a nearby inn. But it was the same story. “Your best chance to wait out the frost is to get to the ski resort at the top of the mountain,” said the receptionist apologetically. “I’m sorry. We’d offer the lobby, but…” The Trainers knew she didn’t need to explain, they also noticed at the Pokémon Center, but even the inn’s lobby had travelers setting their sleeping bags all around.

“It’s all right,” said Ash quietly. “We all have to do what we have to do. How do we get to the ski resort?”

“It’s up the hill. It’s been a hard winter, so I bet there’ll be room. They’re a big hotel anyways. Oh, but I’m not sure about recommending them at this point,” she went on. “See, our side of the mountain is steep, and the bushes and trees thick. It normally takes a whole day to get up there, but the cold is setting in…” She huffed a sigh. “I’m so, so sorry…”

OoOoO

The friends hurried to the local clothing store to suit up. Up until that point they had primarily worn the clothes they had with them from the start – none suited for harsh cold. Ash and Brock bought sweaters to wear over their usual shirts, thick, long socks and pants, gloves, boots, and large fur coats.

Misty however, only got the gloves and jacket. Ash glared at her from across the store. “Is that all you’re getting?” he said.

“Well, yeah,” said Misty. “All I need is the fur jacket.”

“Absolutely not! I mean, just look at you,” said Ash, exasperated. He gestured wildly at her clothing. “Short shorts and a tank top. What good will those be in the cold!?”

“I also have a jacket,” replied Misty crisply. “Ash, we’ve been in cold situations before. Goodness, we’ve been rained at on a remote island during a storm and had that experience back in Kanto where we were snowed at with only light blankets for cover. I’m sure I can manage with just these.”

“But it’s the Hard Frost,” went on the raven-haired trainer. “That goes below freezing – freezing! For crying out loud the snow lasts for weeks on end after the storm passes.”

“Oh, what would you know?” snorted Misty. Ash stared, dumbfounded, before getting angry and just threw up his hands.

“Fine. Fine, have it your way if you think you can handle it.” And he walked away.

“I’ve swam in ice cold water before, Ash! A little bit of snow will be no problem for me!”

Or at least that was what Misty thought. As the trio walked steadily up the hiking trail, the cold wind danced around them. No Pokémon were in sight, the few Sentrets and Rattatas, among several others, that were out were scurrying up trees and to their burrows. Misty shivered, she was slowing down and felt miserable as her legs ached from the climb.

They set up a small camp to rest for a bit. Brock began cooking up some stew to warm them up despite the harsh conditions. “S-so c-c-cold…” whimpered Misty. She tightened her grip on her jacket and squeezed her legs together as she sat near the fire, but it was clear that wasn’t enough.

Ash let out a cruel laugh. “I told you to wear something thicker, but you didn’t listen to me. Now look at what your decision has brought you.”

“That’s enough, Ash,” cut in Brock. “Though I will admit, considering everything we’ve heard of this Hard Frost, I’m surprised you didn’t dress up like you should’ve.”

“I think she said she could manage it,” replied Ash. “I am surprised, Misty, mist and ice have water in common. I would’ve thought was a perfect fit for you, but I guess this just proves that humans aren’t suited to the cold, even for those who like water.”

“Shut up!” she snapped.

“Hey, you chose to go like that. Not my fault you chose to brave bad weather with that amount of skin showing.”

Misty seethed in anger. Ash had a point, which was a rare thing. But she didn’t want to admit it.

“A shame,” began Brock as he brought out some spices for the stew, “we didn’t think to get her anything, and we’ve still got five miles to go…we haven’t gone far; maybe our best action is to go back to the village and get Misty some warmer clothes.”

“Yeah, I agree. There’s no reason to tough it out further,” said Ash as he threw some branches into the fire.

“Right, we let the Pokémon stay here with the fire, one of us will escort Misty down the mountain, her condition just by sight is terrible. But one of us needs to stay to look after my stew and keep the fire going.”

“I’ll go,” said Ash.

“Are you sure, Ash? I can easily figure out what could fit Misty. It’d be no problem if—”

“No, Brocko, I’ll take Misty,” said Ash firmly. He gave a small smile. “No reason to leave me in charge of food, you and I both know I’d mess it up. Besides, you’re good with Pokémon, I’m not sure I could handle both responsibilities on my own.”

Brock nodded his head. “Fair enough, fair enough…” He reached into his backpack. “Here’s some hot water I prepared before we went out. You can use it if things start turning for the worst.”

“Thanks. We’ll be quick, get to the village, waste little time and come right back.”

“Yeah, by my calculations we’ve only been walking for nearly three hours. If you double your speed you should be able to get back here before we run out of time.”

“We better be able to…” said Ash ominously. “Otherwise it’ll be the end for us all. Brock, it’s already noon, the human average speed is three miles per hour but we’re going slower than that but only because of the slope. If you don’t see us by four or five, please, go on.”

Brock was going to object, but he saw how serious Ash was and nodded. “Very well, Ash, very well…”

Carefully Ash and Misty set off back down the hill, but it wasn’t easy. Snow had fallen and the ground was icy.

“So slippery,” Misty complained.

“Well don’t complain, I can’t help that!” called Ash from upfront. “I could’ve brought Cyndaquil, but it’s too cold for him to manage. Besides,” he added as he tapped the dirt, “the ground is too hard, and we’ve got a ways to go. Onix could’ve managed storming down the mountain, but…” He motioned to their surroundings.

“T-t-oo ro…rocky, and th-th-the trees a-are…too thick f-for him,” stuttered Misty. “Darn i-it, I w-wish i-i-it’d be as s-simple as when Onix f-found that hot s-spring l-like b-back then…”

“Yeah, I’m sure you enjoyed that,” replied Ash. “Meanwhile, me, Pikachu and the others had to bunker down and used ourselves to plug an open hole in a snow cove. Freezing as the wind continued to blow with our only hope being to see the sun again.”

“Oh, d-don’t ba-bang on…about that. You su-survived.”

“Only because I’m young,” said Ash quietly, “some…some don’t.” Misty barely heard. Ash continued. “Youth is a great thing, Mist. Keeps you going. You should consider yourself lucky, especially since you have friends who’ll look out for you.”

“R-right…’f-friends’, like t-th sort who m-make fun o-of me…”

Ash turned around dramatically and stretched his arms out to the side. “Making fun of you? Merely in fun. With all due respect your name and obsession with water-types kinda is fun to tease you about.”

“Y-yeah!” yelled Misty in anger. “J-just l-l-like your own…! Every…everything y-you leave e-ends with ashes. Y-you r-run i-i-into danger l-like you seek t-trouble! Y-you could g-get charred, you know.”

“Oh, and like you would do that yourself. Running into danger, I mean. I get it, haha my name’s funny. Well guess what? I don’t care if you make fun of me for that. But what I do care about is helping people, and if I’ve got to go into the unknown for that, then so be it.”

“T-t-take this situation…f-for example. I-I brought it o-on…myself. Why h-help me?”

“Because it’s the right thing to do, Misty! Darn it, just…come on. We stopped walking and we have to keep moving.” With that, he set off and didn’t hear what Misty said next.

“But I-I still don’t get w-why you do it. It just d-doesn’t make s-sense. ‘Look out for yourself’, t-that’s what I say…”

They walked on for a while in silence. Then, as they had to traverse some boulders, Misty slipped on a wet spot. She screamed and Ash practically twisted himself to catch her and landed on the ground.

“Are…you…all right?”

“Yeah, th-thanks,” stammered Misty. Ash stood up carefully as he walked down, he had a slight limp to his movements. “Ash,” she called, “y-you’re injured.”

Ash paused and considered, before he shivered and pulled up his neck collar. “Yeah, I know, but I’ll walk it off. I have to get you back to Greenwood first.”

“But w-why? Why all the t-trouble for m-me? I c-c-could’ve go-gone, o-on my own.”

“No, you couldn’t have,” explained Ash, his tone devoid of any sarcasm, “not in that condition. I’m glad I came considering that happened.”

“Why though? Why do all of this…?” asked Misty as she stepped forward, shivering as she went.

“Why…” echoed Ash. His eyes went dull. He turned his head to the snow and seemed to be staring distantly at it. “Tell me something, Misty. Do you know what it’s like to freeze in your home, like this?”

“Well, I mean, when I-I get o-out of the pool…”

“No, not like that. I mean, the whole house freezes, frozen over.”

“Well, n-no…”

“No? Of course not. As you lived in the city, I suppose it’s quite common to see heat lamps around the place?”

“Well, y-yeah…I suppose s-so…”

“We don’t have such luxuries back home at Pallet Town. Only the wealthy can afford such stupid things.” Ash glared in her general direction, but not at her. “All we’d have are these power consuming heaters and the gas ones…winters next to sea are tough. It’s cold, the wind blows, and the town’s a mess, our crops freeze up and all we’d have were the fire-types Professor Oak housed at his Corral. Then, as we’re close to Johto, we faced the Hard Frost…”

“W-wait…” said Misty breathlessly. She couldn’t tell if it was Ash’s harsh tone, the cold, or both that was making her lightheaded. “You f-faced the Hard Frost?”

“Yes! And it was bloody miserable.” He quiet and turned towards the bottom of the hill. “It came without warning, dark clouds like the ones forming here came. Then the wind picked up and we got blanketed in snow. The electric lines were pulled down so we lost heat…”

��I th-thought you had g-gas.”

“Wasn’t of any help. The lines got frozen underneath the temperature drop before bursting from buildup. The whole town was frozen over, the snow was so thick no one could leave their homes…” Ash trailed off and balled his gloves hands into a fist tightly. “Want to know what made it worse…?” He continued before Misty could reply. “It was back when the maps of the region weren’t accurate. GPS wasn’t very good either, especially not in stormy weather. Gary had been out shopping in Celadon as it was the week before Christmas. He was on his way home when the storm came through. Viridian City wanted to send helicopters, but the weather was too bad, so they sent their snowplows with medical supplies to help.

“They got lost, though. Under all the snow each direction looked the same. Gary could have helped them, but the selfish brat didn’t! He stayed with those maids of his, cozy and warm in a hotel room in the city; while we froze with no warmth, the Pokémon were too cold to venture out, couldn’t do a thing and he just enjoyed himself. He could’ve helped guide them there, but he didn’t! He left us to suffer!” Ash felt rage building up and stamped the ground. He paused and his eyes welled up from the memories. “No light for hours that night, even during the day it was hard to see as there were just clouds. Any emergency batteries we had were worn out after a while.

“Worst of all were the losses. My Grandmother lived in the old family home on the other side of town. My Mother’s mom. I loved her – she took care of me if Mom was super busy with the family diner. But without power that week, she…she…” Ash was shaken, he couldn’t help it. Tears fell to the snow. “Without any warmth and nothing to cook, she p-p…passed away from hypothermia before the week was over. Frozen in her sleep…they said had the medical team gotten there sooner, let alone power, she would’ve been fine, but she didn’t make it. Damn that Gary!” roared Ash, as years of pain came out.

Misty was almost speechless. “What h-happened next?”

The boy steeled himself and stared distantly. “From the time the snow fell and we realized the trouble we were in, it took two weeks before the plows got to Pallet Town. Nearly twenty-five percent of everyone there were in critical medical condition. The freeze didn’t quite reach Viridian, but it was enough to cause problem,” replied Ash. Then he grunted scornfully. “The direct knowledge of how much trouble the citizens were over there, instead of my home where the lines were actually down, meant Viridian got priority help whilst we were on the side. Funny, no, considering Kanto’s Professor Oak is stationed there. But then I met people like your sisters – gym leaders at that, too – who have no idea about us…well, guess that shows how important one town isn’t.

“So, there you have it, Misty. The reason I know about the Hard Frost, and apparently the reason I care about helping others because you just don’t seem to understand heroics yourself.”

“Well, I’m s-sorry y-you experienced that, Ash,” replied Misty. “I-is that w-why you hate Gary s-so much?”

“No, of course not,” snapped Ash. “He’s always been a braggart and a pain. I hate him for that, but not for what happened with the frost. Even if he deserves it…”

“L-listen,” went on Misty, “I k-know you felt pain f-from that, but you s-sh…should take care of y-yourself too…”

“Well, guess what then, Misty?” said Ash as he turned to her. “It’s not that I want to be in danger, I love life and after what happened that winter, I don’t want to leave this world, not least for Mom but for all those I’ve met, Brock, Pikachu, Tracey, Professor Oak…everyone! But I really care about everyone, okay? I care about people and Pokémon who suffer unfairly, who find themselves in bad luck and no one reaches out a hand to help. So, if I have to put myself in danger to help someone in need, then so be it! Because I want to. I don’t want people or Pokémon to think that there’s no one out there who doesn’t give a damn when they need help.

“I’ll jump to the rescue, no matter how minuscule the issue; I’ll help! And even if after all that you now know about me, if you can’t understand that then…” Ash grew frustrated and flung his hands towards the sky. “Even then I wouldn’t care, I’d help you too because it’s right, and because…b-because…” he faltered. “I…never mind.”

Ash went back to hiking and Misty chased after him. But there was trouble. Misty ran too quickly and slipped and fell. Ash heard her scream and ran to her, caught her, and tumbled with her for a bit before regaining control and stopping. With his teeth gritting he pulled Misty up. “Come on, Misty, come on,” he said desperately. “You can make it…here.” He brought the flask out and gave Misty a sip of hot water. He followed this with giving her a whiff of a stick of cinnamon, hoping the spice would warm her further. “Come on…come on…”

With quivering legs Misty began to walk again with Ash acting as her crutch despite his own tiny limp. The next few minutes were painful as the two tried to tread the last two miles in the freezing cold. But Misty was tiring out, the pain of the freezing weather was proving too much. Only a mile was left to go when she collapsed again.

“Come on, Misty! Come on…!” begged Ash. He bit his lip nervously as he processed the situation. The weather too was getting worst, the wind was picking up and a few more flakes were falling. “Misty, please…”

Misty slowly tried to rise. Her exposed skin was turning blue and her breathes heavy. “I-I’m…quite the problem r-right now, a-aren’t, I…?” she said.

“Don’t say that,” whispered Ash. He gave her more hot water and watched grimly as Misty rose up once again. “Good, we’re almost there. Come along.” He took a step before he paused and turned back to Misty and approached her. “Listen, I know things are bleak. So…” he gave a sigh, “I want to say something in case you don’t make it, so that there are no regrets. I love you.”

Misty’s eyes widened and her breath stopped for a moment. “Ash…” But the boy who just confessed looked to the weather once more and grabbed her hand.

“No time, we’re almost there. Come on!” And he pulled her the rest of the way.

Ash looked at the highest public clock he could see that it was only just past of 2:30 PM. “Thank goodness,” said Ash quietly. They had made it.

Misty drank down the rest of the hot flask and was hurried by Ash into the same store they had visited just hours ago. There she suited herself more appropriately for the cold. She bought a yellow long sleeve shirt, dark jeans, pink gloves, boots, and thicker socks.

“Thank goodness you bought all these,” the clerk said. “Saw you and your friends earlier and couldn’t help thinking that you’re crazy for only getting a jacket considering the incoming weather.”

“Yeah, some good that did me,” muttered Misty as she handed her cash over. “Mind if I use the fitting rooms to get these on?”

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Ash tapped his foot as he waited. It was just a bit past 3 o’ clock and he was eager to get going despite the bad weather. He had a cup of hot black tea that he was finishing when a voice called out.

“All finished!” Misty jogged up to him in her much warmer looking clothes.

“That’s better,” said Ash plainly as he looked her over. “Oh, here.” He held out a cup of hot tea. “Got it from the nearby café, I already finished mine and I put Brock’s into the empty flask. Now then, if we set off now, we’ll—”

“Wait,” interrupted Misty, “before you say any of that, I’ve got a question.” Ash blinked and began to feel nervous. “Before we got here, you – er – told me you’re in love with me. Is that true?” Misty’s face was now a shade of red after she said that.

“Yeah, i-it’s…true,” muttered Ash. “I wasn’t planning on saying it, but y’know, considering the circumstances we were under I only thought it was right.” He noticed her almost expectant look. “I don’t have a reason why I just…I just did. Falling, in love, I mean…”

Misty averted her eyes and fumbled with her scarf. “You know, Ash…” she said as she shifted on the spot. “I’m not exactly saying ‘no’ to your confession.”

“U-um, d-do we even have time for this?” said Ash as he looked the other way. “I-I mean, we can’t just leave Brock up there…”

“Wait! It won’t take more than a few minutes,” said Misty. She began to unravel her scarf a bit. “I just want to try something.”

“What are you…?” Ash trailed off as Misty wrapped the ends of her scarf around Ash’s neck and moved even closer. Ash fumbled a step back but was unable to commit to a full escape. “What is this for?” he asked, trying to be scornful, but it fell flat.

“Well, you said you love me. I thought I’d try something romantic.”

“Well stop it, this scarf thing is corny,” grumbled Ash as he averted his eyes, face burning.

“Indulge me. Please…?”

“F-fine. But only for a second.”

“I know, I just want to try something.”

Ash turned his head to her. “Wait, I thought this was already it- Wha…?” He noticed Misty closed her eyes and was taking a long sip of her tea. He raised an eyebrow, only to then choke on his breath when he saw her look at him, smirk and pucker her lips. “Hey, w-wait…”

“What?” she asked innocently as her hands cupped his cheeks. “I think that it’s only right a couple does this.”

“W-well, um…”

“You’re not saying ‘no’…”

“Th-that, um, i-is true…”

“Hey,” said Misty suddenly, “I know now how things have been tough for you…and certainly all this doesn’t help, the snow I mean. But…I hope now, with me by your side, that things start to get better.”

“Thanks, Mist…but I d-don’t know how you feel yet! Therefore, this isn’t right!”

Misty paused. “Okay then,” she said, her hands still in the same position, “I’ll say it outright: I love you too.” And before Ash could object, Misty Waterflower pushed her lips quickly against Ash’s. The warmth – was it the tea or natural body heat; Ash couldn’t tell – spread throughout his body, and he remained frozen on the spot.

“Okay,” said Ash very quietly as his face went redder, “that’s enough.”

“Sorry, couldn’t help it,” said Misty with a shy grin as she untangled her scarf from his neck. She proceeded to glug the rest of the tea town and the two began to head quickly for the mountain. As they went, Misty made a point to loop her arms through Ash’s left arm as they walked.

“Hey!” sneered Ash.

“Aw,” said Misty. “Still a bit frosty in that heart of yours?”

“Ha,” he said flatly, “very funny.” He went quiet before continuing. “Hey, are you going to be all right now?”

“Yes, yes, I’m going to be all right. I’ve got you, don’t I?”

“You know what I mean…”

“Well, yes! But…” She looked at Ash deeply. “…you’d still come to my rescue, right?”

Ash looked down into the snow. “Yeah…yes, I would. Every time.”

“Thank you,” she said softly. “I’ll do the same for you one day.” Ash just gave her a soft smile, there was no need for words. A gentle hug satisfied them.

The light was fading by the time the two got back to Brock. Ash looked at his watch, just half past four.

“Oh, thank goodness you’re back!” cried Brock with relief. It was to their relief that the fire was still going.

“It’s…good to be back, Brocko…” panted Ash from the final sprint up the snowy hill.

“It’s good to see you feeling better, Misty” went on Brock.

“Thanks!”

“Here, Brock,” said Ash, giving him the flask filled with tea. “Brought it up here for you…come on, let’s eat and get up before things really become bad.”

The trio swallowed their meal and hurried the rest of the way up. The storm was picking up by the time they were within a few yards of the front entrance, and they burst in with the snow biting at their heels. They were panting, out of breath, and physically exhausted.

Luckily, despite the howling blizzard outside, the inside of the inn was toasty. The trio went to bed that night comfy and grateful. When Brock was asleep, Ash and Misty shared a quick goodnight kiss with each other – they would give the news of their relationship later.

The next morning the storm passed, and all that remained were a few clouds in the sky. From the windows, Ash, Brock, and Misty could see Greenwood Town nearly up to its roofs with snow.

The three looked to the side to see the trail they had just maneuvered the night before, and that too, was buried in snow, with the inn’s windows barely frosted over, only just.

“Well,” murmured Ash somberly, “that the Hard Frost for you. It’s a good thing we made it when we did.”

Brock and Misty agreed, and all three had to be content.

#pokemon #pokeshipping #pokeani #zedpercyfan #Ash Ketchum #Misty #AAML #fanfic

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badwithten · 4 years

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「9:05 pm」“Hyuck I swear to go if you touch me one more time I will turn this car around” His hand immediately shot off of your thigh and you can almost hear him pout.

“It's scary not being able to see you know” You turn to see him see sink into the passenger seat of the car, although you can't look for long needing to keep your eyes on the road. You're surprised he cooperated at all. He was known for his bratty ways of not listening. Especially when it was something you said. But you think today he understood it was special. You had put a lot of effort into organizing this day for him. So when you came to him and asked him to hop into your car blindfolded he didn't hesitate to agree. Maybe if it was Renjun he would have argued a bit.

“We’re almost there hold on” You pull into the parking lot of an unfamiliar building, having only seen pictures online. You trust everything would be ready inside considering you were already running late thanks to Haechans antics in the shower. He needed to make sure he was “extra clean” for his birthday surprise.

You stepped out of the car and almost forgot that you needed to help the blindfolded boy inside. Luckily for you he was very trusting and took your hand with no fear, knowing you would never put him in danger. It wasn't until he got inside and felt the presence of other people that he got a bit worried. Sure you wouldn't do anything to him but he wasn't so sure of his other friends.

Everything was set up how you had explained to the boys, which was surprising, you thought they would have burnt the place down before fighting before you had gotten there. You had hired out quite a fancy karaoke room. LED lights, leather seats, glass tables, a bar, and a table filled with food. Planning his birthday was always difficult for you, although he always expressed gratefulness for whatever you did, he was an amazing person who deserved to be shown an amazing time. Luckily for you when you were discussing with Mark on what you should do he bought up how much Haecahn enjoyed going to karaoke with Taeil the other day.

“Ok I'm taking off the blindfold now” You stood behind him and reached up to untie the mask, his eyes were still closed when it fell off of his face, trying to adjust to the harsh flashing lights. But once he realized where he was he scooped you up into his arms. “Happy birthday baby”

“You didn't” You giggled as he spun you already, placing a sappy kiss onto your lips before placing you down to dart around the room.

As the night went on and more people got intoxicated the funnier it got. You let the boys do most of the singing, as you know they are the actual singers. Mark and Hyuck doing their classic billionaire cover, Jaehyun and Doyoung having a riff-off. At some point, someone put on a Cupcakke song and Johnny and Yuta had to show them how to bust down. You were content with just sitting and giggling, chatting to whoever wasn't on stage embarrassing themselves. The food was good, the drinks were strong and the music was loud.

“Y/N come on I got the perfect song for us” Donghyuck was right in your face, a drunk smile on his.

“I'm not singing with you” You laughed and pushed him to the side so you could continue to watch Jungwoo sing barbie girl.

“Please why not?” He lay his head down on your lap and almost drifted off as soon as your fingers started playing with his hair.

“Because I can't sing, it’ll just be embarrassing. Plus look how tired you are” At the mention of him being tired he shot up, eyes wide.

“I am not tired” He stood up and grabbed your hand, dragging you out of your seat. “Just one song?”

“Fine, only cause it's your birthday” You abandoned your drink and followed him to the stage. His concentration levels went up as he searches through the catalog of songs, supposedly finding the perfect one for you to sing to.

“Are you serious?” Once you heard his song choice you immediately regretted coming with him. But he had already passed you a mic and started dancing.

“I got chills, they're multiplying” You started laughing at the way he was impersonating John Travolta, although he wasn't doing a bad job. “And I'm losing control”

“'Cause the power you're supplying” He found his was behind you and his arm snaked around your waist. ”‘It's electrifying!”

He playfully slapped your ass and moved away to finish dancing, a mixture of oos and wolf whistles came from the rest of the boys watching. The song continues and even though both of you were doing a terrible job at singing and dancing it was fun. Haechan sliding on his knees, doing the shimmy into your chest and attempting the move from Dirty Dancing, which did not end well. The song wasn't long but it dragged on or maybe it was just the alcohol in your system.

It finally came to end with you wrapped up in his arms, his eyes looking into yours as if you were the most precious thing on earth. “You're the one that I want”

He leaned down and kissed you, although the kiss itself was short his lips continued to ghost over yours long after the song had finished.

“The only one I want”

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percabeth4life · 4 years

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Grover Unexpectedly Loses His Pants

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OO OO OO OO OO OO OO OO

Naturally I ditched Grover as soon as we got to the bus terminal.

I know its rude, but I’m still nowhere near able to trust him. I’m getting really mixed signals from him.

Ugh, I wish I could talk to Triton. He’d know what to do.

I fingered my bracelet and caught a taxi uptown.

“East One-hundred-and-fourth and First,” I told the driver.

OO OO OO OO OO OO OO OO

Now, everyone of course knows how amazing my mom is.

Her name is Sally Jackson and she’s had a sucky life, but she deserves the world.

She’s really the best person I know and an amazing mom, even if she’s a little overprotective of me.

Her parents died in a plane crash when she was five, and she was raised by an uncle who didn’t care much about her. She wanted to be a novelist, so she spent high school working to save enough money for a college with a good creative-writing program. Then her uncle got cancer, and she quite school her senior year to take care of him. After he died, she was left with no money, no family, and no diploma.

The only good break she’s gotten was meeting my dad, probably Oceanus.

She won’t tell me about him, and I don’t have any memories of him except for the dreams I’ve had of being in his palace. My mom doesn’t like to talk about him cause it makes her sad. She has no pictures too.

They obviously weren’t married, Oceanus has Tethys, and Tethys is really nice, so I can see why he wouldn’t want to leave her. But I can’t understand why he would cheat on her with my mom. Unless Tethys was okay with it? Immortals don’t make any sense.

Mom just tells me that he’s rich and important, so their relationship was a secret. Then one day, he set sail across the Atlantic on some important journey, and he never came back.

Of course, Oceanus is a sea king. He’s extremely busy. And has a bunch of kids, even if most are fully grown and immortal. Of course, he can’t visit. That doesn’t make it hurt any less.

The myths speak highly of him from what I can find, and he was nice when I was there. I still wish that I had a dad here though, then mom wouldn’t need to marry Smelly Gabe.

She’s raised me all alone, taking odd jobs and taking night classes to get her high school diploma. She never ever complained or got mad, not even once. I know I’m not an easy kid, but she’s amazing.

I did my best to ignore the faint buzzing tugging at me and walking into the apartment.

Unfortunately, mom was not home from work. Instead, Smelly Gabe was in the living room, playing poker with his buddies. The television blared ESPN. Chips and beer cans were strewn all over the carpet.

Hardly looking up, he said around his cigar, “So, you’re home.”

“Where’s my mom?”

“Working,” he said. “You got any cash?”

His greeting wasn’t a surprise, that was his usual response.

Looking at him I could see he’s gained weight. He has like three hairs on his head instead of the previous five, and all are combed over his bald scalp. As if that could make up for the rest of his ugly.

He manages the Electronics Mega-Mart in Queens, supposedly. I have no idea how he hasn’t been fired previously, seeing how he’s never gone into work as far as I know.

All he does is collect paychecks, spend money on cigars that made me nauseous, and buy enough beer to drown in. Whenever I’m home I’m expected to fund his gambling. Thankfully the river has lots of money so all I have to do is give him a little and that covers it.

The few times I’ve refused… Well let’s just say it’s a good thing I have healing in water.

“Here,” I grumbled, tossing a five at him, “I hope you lose.”

He sneered as I stalked out, “Your report card came, brain boy!” He shouted, “I wouldn’t act so snooty!”

Jerk.

I slammed the door to my room, which currently smelled like cigars and beer.

Gross.

Gabe was using it as his “study” while I was at boarding school. All the more reason to never go to another ever again.

I pulled Carl, in his newly adapted portable fish tank, from my enchanted back and settled it (and him) on the desk.

He swam in circles happily, until he noticed the mess. Then he grumbled about Gabe.

Honestly the smell was almost worse then the feeling that those old ladies gave me, definitely worse than the nightmares I had about Ms. Dodds. She’s okay now after all.

I shuffled, scratching at my arms, the feeling from the old ladies itching at me, my breathing sped up.

“Percy?” My mom called.

She opened the bedroom door and suddenly everything felt better.

She can make me feel good just by being there, it’s always been like that.

Her and Triton are safe places, I know I’m okay when I’m with them. Nothing could ever go wrong around them.

Her eyes sparkle and change in the light, her smile is as warm as a quilt, she’s got a few gray streaks mixed in with her long brown hair, but I never think of her as any where near old. Whenever she looks at me it’s like she sees all the good, all the things that make her proud, she never sees the bad. I’ve never heard her raise her voice or say an unkind word to anyone, not even when I was younger or to Gabe.

“Oh, Percy,” She hugged me tight. “I can’t believe it. You’ve grown since Christmas!”

I blinked, had I? My clothes from Triton fit the same. Though, my normal clothes were a little tight…

“And your hair is so long now, we’ll have to cut it later.”

I touched my hair.

“Oh and it’s still so blue, it looks nice.”

I smiled.

Mom looked well though. Her red-white-and-blue Sweet on America uniform smelled like the best things in the world: chocolate, licorice, and all the other stuff she sold at the candy shop in Grand Central. She’d brought me a huge bag of “free samples” it looked like, just like she always did when I finished school, or like she did when I came home for winter break.

“Sit,” she tugged me to sit beside her on the bed now, before starting to question me.

We sat together on the edge of the bed. I attacked a thing of blueberry sour strings and she ran her hand through my hair demanding to know everything that had happened to me while I was away for the last few months that hadn’t made it into my letters.

She didn’t mention me getting expelled, she didn’t seem to care. But was I okay? Was her little boy doing alright?

I leaned into her while laughingly saying she was smothering me. Her presence made everything so much better. I’m… I’m really, really glad to see her.

I blinked back tears, everything has just been so much I don’t know what to do.

From the other room, Gabe interrupted, “Hey Sally—how about some bean dip, huh?”

I gritted my teeth, I really just want to drown him.

My mom is the nicest person in the world. She should’ve been married to a millionaire, not some jerk like Gabe.

For her sake, I kept my last days at Yancy Academy happy. I told her I wasn’t down about the expulsion, I’d lasted longer than usual this time. I’d made a new friend (even if I ditched him now), and I’d done good in Latin and Pre-Calc. Honestly the fights hadn’t been anywhere near as bad as the headmaster said.

I put the best spin on the year that I could, pasting a smile on my face and keeping my voice light.

“Until the trip to the museum…”

“What?” my mom asked. Her eyes tugged at my conscience, trying to pull out the secrets. “Did something scare you?”

I couldn’t lie, not to her. But I also can’t tell her about Ms. Dodds.

“No Mom, just… Nancy pushed Grover and I lost control of my waterbending a little. It shoved Nancy into the fountain. But no one seemed to really notice!”

She pursed her lips. “But no one noticed?”

I nodded, “Yeah.” No one that could do anything at least.

She relaxed, “I have a surprise for you,” She said. “We’re going to the beach.”

My eyes widened. “Montauk?”

“Three nights—same cabin.”

“When?”

“As soon as I get changed.”

I was excited, we haven’t been able to go for the last two summers. Gabe said there wasn’t enough money, as if we didn’t get a massive discount because my grandmother had been close friends with the person that owns the land the cabin is on. I doubt we’d be able to afford it if we didn’t have that discount, but we did so there.

Gabe appeared in the doorway and growled, “Bean dip, Sally? Didn’t you hear me?”

I wanted to punch him, or better yet, drown him. But I met my mom’s eyes and I understood the deal she was offering me: be nice to Gabe for a little while. Just until she was ready to leave for Montauk. Then we would get out of here.

“I was on my way, honey,” she smiled at Gabe. “We were just talking about the trip.”

His eyes narrowed, “The trip? You mean you were serious about that?”

I bit my tongue to keep from snarling at him. Mom wouldn’t let him stop us, she never broke her promises and she’s probably already paid. If I snap now, then he might try to stop us out of spite.

I just glared.

“Of course, I’m serious,” Mom said evenly, “You won’t have to worry about money. And besides,” she added, “You won’t have to settle for just bean dip. I’m going to make enough seven-layer dip for the whole weekend. Guacamole. Sour cream. The works.”

He softened a bit. “So this money for your trip… it comes out of your clothes budget, right?”

“Yes, honey” she said.

I made a mental note to use some of the money I have hidden in my magic bag to buy her something nice to wear.

“And you won’t take my car anywhere but there and back.”

“We’ll be very careful.”

Gabe scratched his double chin. “Maybe if you hurry with that seven-layer dip… And maybe if the kid apologizes for interrupting my poker game.”

Maybe if I kick you in your soft spot and see how long you can hold your breath under water, I thought.

But mom’s eyes warned me to not make him mad.

I wanted to scream, I can’t understand why she puts up with this guy.

I put on my princely face just like Triton taught me and turned to him, “I’m sorry. I’m really horribly sorry for interrupting your incredibly important poker game. Please go back to it right now, don’t let us keep you from it.”

Gabe’s eyes narrowed, probably trying to use his jellyfish sized brain to look for sarcasm.

“Yeah, whatever.” He decided.

He went back to his game.

“Thank you, Percy,” my mom said. “Once we get to Montauk, we’ll talk more about… everything.”

For a second, I saw a fear in her eyes, the same kind that I saw in Grover’s. A nervousness, as if my mom could feel the buzzing too.

But then she smiled again, and I could almost believe I’d imagined it.

But the image didn’t leave my mind.

OO OO OO OO OO OO OO OO

We were all ready to leave, I didn’t bother to unpack my bags, just put Carl’s magic portable fish tank back in my magic bag. I don’t trust Gabe to not mess with my stuff so I’m just bringing it all with me (except my school books). My magic bag holds all of the important things, my books from Triton and my friends, all their gifts, and a few changes of extra clothes (the nice ones from Triton and one pair of normal mortal clothes).

Gabe took a break from his poker game long enough to watch me lug my mom’s bags to the car, griping the whole time about losing her cooking—and more importantly, his ’78 Camaro—for the whole weekend.

“Not a scratch on this car, brain boy,” he warned me as I loaded the last bag. “Not one little scratch.”

I rolled my eyes out of his sight. Obviously, I was planning to drive the whole way, I’m already twelve, might as well get the practice in. I snorted.

I watched him lumber back towards the apartment building. I felt the well of anger in me, just needing a release somehow, and I did the same symbol that Grover did before, only this time I channeled a bit of my power into it, just like I do purification powers.

The screen door slammed shut so hard it whacked him in the butt and sent him flying up the suitcase as if he’d been shot from a cannon. I hid a smile and got in the Camaro, telling my mom to step on it.

OO OO OO OO OO OO OO OO

The rental cabin is on the south shore, way out at the tip of Long Island. It’s a little pastel box with faded curtains, half sunken into the dunes. There’s always sand in the sheets and spiders in the cabinets, most of the time the sea is too cold to be considered swimmable.

I love the place.

We’ve been going here forever, since before I was born even. My mom met my dad here, even if she never told me I know that’s why it’s so special to her.

It’s special to me because it’s where I waterbended for the first time.

I smiled at the sea and could almost imagine it was welcoming me back.

My mom almost seems to grow younger as we get closer to the sea, years of worry and work disappearing from her face. Her eyes turned the color of the sea. They change color a lot, but this spot, here at the beach, is when they look the most like the ocean. I think it’s where they’re prettiest.

Sometimes I wonder if she has immortal blood in her somewhere, it almost seems like it with how she changes based on the place.

We arrived at sunset, opened all the cabin’s windows, and went through our usual cleaning routine. We walked on the beach, fed blue corn chips to the seagulls, and munched on blue jelly beans, blue saltwater taffy, and all the other free samples my mom had brought from work. I left Carl’s portable tank in the bag for now, I’d pull him out tomorrow (though I did remember to feed him).

When it finally got dark, we made a fire.

We roasted hot dogs and marshmallows. Mom told me stories about when she was a kid, back before her parents died in the plane crash.

She told me about how her dad was so very handsome, she’d inherited his eyes, and how her mom had eyes the color of seafoam and had loved the sea just as much as my mom does.

She told me about all the books she wants to write someday, I really want to read them too. Fantasy books are more fun to me, if there’s audio books of her books I’m definitely reading (listening to) them.

Eventually I pulled together the nerve to ask about my dad, maybe she’ll say something new, something that would help me be sure that Oceanus is my dad. I’m almost positive of it but… but a little more confirmation wouldn’t hurt.

I mean though, who else would be a danger for me, even at the camp, to have as a parent? I would think Poseidon, but the myths are filled with his kids. He wouldn't be a danger as a dad at all. So it has to be Oceanus, he's the only one strong enough that would also be someone the gods might not like.

“He was kind, Percy,” she murmured. “Tall, handsome, and powerful. But gentle too. You have… had,” she gave a small laugh as she glanced at my blue hair, “His black hair, and his green eyes. Yours is a bit longer than his though.” She ran a hand through my hair.

Mom fished a blue jelly bean out of her candy bag. “I wish he could see you, Percy. He would be so proud.”

I wondered if he would. In terms of sea magic, he might, I know Triton is proud. He tells me he is, that he’s very pleased with how far I’ve come. Oceanus might be pleased with me by sea standards, but would he agree with Triton that land lessons are dumb and shouldn’t count? Or would he see me, a dyslexic, hyperactive boy with at D+ report card, kicked out of school for the sixth time in six years and be ashamed.

“How old was I?” I asked. “I mean… when he left?”

Does he just not recognize me?

She watched the flames, “He was only with me for the summer and a little into the fall Percy. Just the one short time. Right here at this beach. This cabin.”

I blinked, I swear I have a memory of a smile, something…

“But… he knew me as a baby?”

He had to… right?

“No, honey. He knew I was expecting a baby, but he never saw you. He had to leave before you were born.”

My heart sank, but also lightened.

If Oceanus had never seen me then I suppose it makes sense that he couldn’t recognize me, even if he could tell that I was something familiar to him based on his comment in my dreams.

“I sense my power on you, you’ve interacted with something of mine.”

Was he recognizing me? Did he not expect me there and assumed I was someone else that had met… me?

I’m not sure but… I was still sad.a

He obviously has his duties as a king, Triton is so busy as a prince being a king must be so much worse, but still. He couldn’t even come to check on mom?

The ancient laws that Zeus made wouldn’t apply to a Titan, would they?

I only know the basics of these laws but…

“Are you going to send me away again?” I asked mom now. “To another boarding school?”

She pulled a marshmallow from the fire.

“I don’t know, honey,” Her voice was heavy. “I think… I think we’ll have to do something.”

Does she not want me around? I just… I don’t know what to do. I don’t want to leave again.

“Are you… are you sending me away because you don’t want me around?” I whispered.

My mom’s eyes welled with tears. She took my hand, squeezing it tight. “Oh, Percy, no. I—I have to, honey. For your own good. I have to send you away.”

But why.

“Because I’m not normal? Because… Because I can waterbend?”

“Oh, oh Percy, you not being normal isn’t a bad thing. And your waterbending is wonderful. I just, I just want you safe. I thought Yancy Academy was far enough away, I thought you’d be finally be safe.”

Safe from what? The monsters? Does… does mom know.

I’ve been assuming she didn’t, but maybe that was dumb.

Does she know? Know who dad is? Know what I am? Does she know about the myths?

“Safe from what mom?”

She stared at me for a long moment…

“I’ve tried to keep you as close to me as I could,” My mom said. “They told me that was a mistake. But there’s only one other option, Percy—the place your father wanted to send you. And I just… I just can’t stand to do it.”

I frowned, Oceanus wanted me to go someplace special?

“He wanted me to go to a special school?”

“Not a school,” She said softly. “A summer camp.”

Camp Half-Blood. Grover had a card for it.

Triton told me about it, though not the name, the camp for Half-Bloods, half immortal, half mortal.

That had to be what mom is talking about.

“I’m sorry, Percy,” She said, her voice breaking. “But I can’t talk about it. I—I couldn’t send you to that place. It might mean saying goodbye to you for good.”

I frowned, Triton didn’t tell me much about the camp, but for good?

“For good?”

She turned towards the fire, and I knew from her expression that if I asked her any more questions she would start to cry.

OO OO OO OO OO OO OO OO

I stood on the beach, a storm raging overhead.

I know that I fell asleep, that I was in the bed in the cabin. But now I’m on the beach.

Another one of my dreams? It’s not someplace familiar.

There were two beautiful animals, a white horse and a golden eagle, trying to kill each other at the edge of the surf.

The eagle swooped down and slashed the horse’s muzzle with its huge talons. The horse reared up and kicked at the eagle’s wings.

A low, familiar, chuckle rumbled from beneath the earth. The chuckle from the pit. I could hear whispered goading, urging the two animals to fight harder. The ground rumbled. Sand curled around me. Salt rubbed at my skin, lightning sparked over me.

None of it was there, but the sensations were clear.

I moved toward them, they shouldn’t fight!

“Stop it!” I called, “Stop it Mr. Pit Guy. Stop!”

I was moving so slow, like time was slower for me than for them.

The voice laughed again. “Stand away little Half-Blood,” It crooned. “Let them fight, do not interfere.”

I reached out as the eagle dive down, its beak aimed at the horse’s wide eyes.

I screamed.

I woke up.

For once there was no peaceful sunlight to wake from my dream to, a storm raged outside. Lightning crashed, the wind howled, the waves pounded the dunes.

There was no horse or eagle fighting.

With the next thunderclap, my mom woke. She sat up, eyes wide, and said, “Hurricane.”

It’s crazy, Long Island never sees hurricanes this early in the summer.

But the ocean was like salt rubbing into my skin, rough and course, like there’s an open wound. The lightning was crackling across my skin. My senses are on fire. This was no ordinary storm. And it’s a very bad one.

Over the roar of the wind, I heard a distant bellow, an angry, tortured sound that made my already frayed nerves worse.

Then much closer, another noise, like mallets in the sand. A desperate voice—someone yelling, pounding on our cabin door.

My mom sprang out of bed in her nightgown and threw open the lock.

Grover stood framed in the doorway against a backdrop of pouring rain. But he wasn’t quite the Grover I knew, or… now he was showing the Grover I’d been suspicious of all year.

“Searching all night,” he gasped.

Creepy.

“What were you thinking?”

Obviously that you were out to get me?

My mom looked at me in terror though—she wasn’t scared of Grover, that much was clear. She was scared of why he was here.

“Percy,” she shouted over the storm. “What happened at school? What didn’t you tell me?”

Where should I start!? Why did it seem like I was in trouble? I’ve dealt with everything before! There was nothing really new!

“O Zeu kai alloi theoi!” Grover yelled. “It’s right behind me! Didn’t you tell her?”

Tell her what.

Grover is standing there, a satyr, mom isn’t surprised at all, there’s a storm raging filled with so much blazing power that I’m shocked it didn’t wake me sooner, and no one seems to want to explain anything.

My mom turned to me though and talked in a tone she’d never used before: “Percy. Tell me now.”

I blurted out that Ms. Dodds had turned into a vampire bat lady and attacked me, my mom listening with a deathly pale face, visible in the flashes of lightning that scorched my skin with their power.

She grabbed her purse, tossed me my rain jacket, and said, “Get to the car. Both of you. Go!”

I grabbed my magic bag, and hurried to the car, following Grover.

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browneyedhimbo · 5 years

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Magnets

Paring: Not really one, just platonic

Summary: Bucky doesn’t like his arm, always reminding him of Hydra and what they did to him. Little does he know, a certain little avenger takes notice of this and decides to take matters into his own hands, with some help of course.

Warning: Fluff, Swearing

Word Count: 2k

A/N: I FINALLY FINISHED IT!! This went waaay over the word count I originally thought it’d take. Just so you all know, I’m not that good with summaries buuut I tried. Also, sorry there are so many time skips. Not sure if this idea has been done or not, but if it has this is my take on it.

Please let me know if you want to get tagged in anything. Enjoy! Masterlist

"I want to make him feel better. But I just don't know what to do. He glares at the thing when he thinks no one is looking." Peter Parker said as he was putting books in his locker.

"Well, have you tried sticking magnets to it? You said it was metal right?" Ned suggested.

"Vibranium actually. But yeah. You know what? That sounds like a great idea!" Peters's eyes lit up with excitement, knowing exactly what kinds of magnets to get.

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Now on a mission, he was swinging as fast as he could through the compound.

"Peter swings from side to side. Sticking to the walls. He jumps and he - AH!" Swings right into Tony, making them both fall with an oof.

"Why the rush kid?" Tony asks getting up and outstretching his hand to help Peter.

"I'm on a very important mission, Mr. Stark. Top secret." With a sweet smile and fake salute, he was back on his way to Bucky's room.

"I swear that kid's going to be the death of me," Tony mumbled with a sigh. "Fri keep an eye on him."

"Yes, boss."

~~~~~~

After Peter knocked he started to feel a little anxious. Maybe he wouldn't like it? Or maybe he'll think its a stupid idea? Or maybe -

"Peter? What're you doin here?" Peter started fiddling with the bag in his hand.

"Hey there Mr. Barnes uh sir. I uh, I got you something. Hopefully, it'll make you feel better. Or at least I hope it does. Even if it doesn't, I mean - well. It’s just - um. Here.” Looking down, Peter sheepishly handed the bag to Bucky. Hearing a chuckle made Peter whip his head up so fast you’d think it’d break. Turns out he had nothing to worry about. The big smile plastered on Bucky’s face was contagious enough to make the kid smile too.

“So you like it? Even though it’s cheesy and probably stupid?”

“Cheesy yes, but it’s not stupid.” Peter’s soft brown eyes locked onto Bucky’s steal blue ones and saw the sincerity and seriousness behind the words.

“Why don’t you come in and help me put them on,” Bucky said while walking back inside toward his bed, leaving the door open.

“Oh uh, sure!” Closing the door and walking in Peter noted the few things in the dulled grey room. A decent-sized red oak stained office desk sat tucked in a corner with a small modern desk lamp on it, papers neatly piled and a notebook next to it, a pretty big sized bed pushed up against the wall very neatly made military-styled, and a decent-sized tv hung on the wall right across from it. His heart ached for the poor soldier. He knew Bucky would isolate himself from the others, but he figured he'd have things in his room to make up for it. Keep him occupied.

Bucky plopped on the bed, Peter in tow. Hesitantly, Peter put his hand in the bad and grabbed the first magnet he felt. Bringing his hand out, they both saw it was an iron man helmet.

"Well, what are the odds?" Bucky let out a laugh making Peter chuckle.

~~~~~~

About 10 minutes later Peter put the last magnet on Bucky's arm, a proud smile evident on his face. He sat back and admired his work. Different types of Avengers and New York magnets stuck to the arm.

Bucky seemed to like it. Turning his arm a few times to see the kid's hard work.

"Looks great Pete. Thank you." Bucky smiled and ruffled Peter's hair causing them both to laugh again. Peter looked at his watch and mentally cursed. It was 6:53 and he told May he would be home by 7. He started grabbing his stuff and shoved them into his backpack.

"Sorry to leave like this Mr. Barnes. I told my aunt I'd be home by 7," he started rambling as he was putting his web-shooters on his wrists. "Maybe I can swing by tomorrow after school and we can add more on. Oo or maybe-" Bucky let out a chuckle cutting of Peters rambling.

"Kid. You're aunt."

"Oh right! Bye Mr. Barnes!" He yelled out before swinging out the compound through the window.

~~~~~~

It was another 5 minutes after Peter had left and Bucky still sat on the bed. Undisturbed, unmoving, thoughts racing. It's not unknown that Bucky doesn't like talking much to the others. Sure he'll hold small talk when he has to, and yeah he'll hang out with Sam and Steve more than anyone else, but if he's being honest with himself, he'd rather just workout and stay in his room instead of constantly being worried they'll mistreat him, or rather, treat him like a villain. Okay, maybe that's a bit extreme. But he doesn't want to risk it, opening up and getting shut down, being nice and then getting the cold shoulder.

That's why he always separated himself from them. But the kid, that kid. Peter Parker. Whenever he was around, he always managed to bring out a different side of Bucky. A happier more open side, and no it's not just the fact that he's similar to how Steve was before that soldier serum, but there was a certain energy he had. Always happy, bright, ready to help, innocent. Bucky swore he was going to protect him, no matter what.

~~~~~~

No matter how busy the Avengers can get (not really), they always try to have movie night. Though he won't show it, Bucky is always excited for movie night. He's missed so much. It gives him a small ache in his chest, but he's just glad he's there.

After grabbing the popcorn bowl, Bucky walked into the living room only to be hollered and whistled at by Sam and Clint.

“So you finally decided to take your arm into the workshop then huh Barnes?” Sam smugly asked.

“Got it detailed? And oh lookie, it even has an arrow!” Clint smirked. They never could never resist a moment to tease the ex-assassin.

“Yeah. It was all Peter’s idea. Make one more joke and I’ll crack you for it.” Though he said it in a light tone, smirk in place, they all knew he was being serious. Everyone knew Bucky was more protective of Peter than Tony. And that says something.

“Alright, alright.” Sam put up his hands in mock surrender.

“Sit your ass down so I can get some of that popcorn then.” Clint slapped his hand on a spot next to him on the couch. Bucky shook his head at the archer while sitting down. The intro credits started rolling and when the main title popped up, it seemed familiar to him. ‘Star Wars’. Where has he heard that? Peter. It was always Peter.

~~~~~~

It happened randomly. Last week, Tony was working in the lab when FRIDAY started playing videos for him.

“Uh Fri? What’s this?”

“You asked me to keep on Peter, sir.” FRIDAY’s voice echoed through the lab. So he sat there. Watching every single video. And boy did they surprise him. He personally never really saw sweet caring side of Barnes. Sure Tony knew Bucky was capable of it, but it was quite a shock seeing him being so gentle with the kid. But Tony understood. Tony knew exactly what Peter meant to Bucky and what Bucky meant to Peter. It was a weird twist between parental and sibling bonds. Which explains why Tony is currently is the lab sketching up different designed arms for the super soldier.

~~~~~~

“Hey, Mr. Stark you’ll never believe what happened on patrol last night.” Peter was saying while walking into the lab. “There was this big - oh what’s this? New repulsor arm design or something?” Tony couldn't help but laugh at the kid's antics of changing the subject so quickly.

“For once, no.” Tony started. “I’ve seen how close you and Barnes have been lately. I knew sooner or later you were gonna ask me about building a new arm for him, so I started some designs last night for you to choose from.” Peter’s mouth dropped. And he also couldn't pinpoint exactly what he was feeling either.

“Am I that easy to read?” Tony gave a small smile at the kid before turning to the designs and spreading them out for Peter to see.

“Oo I like that one. But maybe we can make it more realistic. That way it doesn’t trigger a bad memory or anything.” Peter started rambling while messing with the design. The kid definitely reminded Tony of himself in so many ways, but his purity is what truly defines him.

~~~~~~

Five hours, four oil spills, three coffee pots, and two naps later, the arm was finished. Peter could hardly contain himself. He was so happy that finally after so long, Bucky can now say he was truly free from Hydra.

“How you feeling kid?” Tony asked, clasping a hand on Peters's shoulder. The kid looked up, tears in his eyes. Tony was starting to panic. Shit, why is crying? Why is crying? Why? Why? Why?

“Thank you, Mr. Stark.” Peter choked out. Tony immediately brought the kid to his chest, cradling his neck. A sad smile making away on his face. Now he understood. Tony always understands.

~~~~~~

Rapid knocking is what pulled Bucky out of his thoughts. Thinking something bad has happened he rushed over to the door. Though he wasn’t ready to fling the door open to find a bouncing Peter ready to bolt at a moment's notice.

“Pete, what happened? Did something happen? Are you okay? Are you hurt?” Bucky started inspecting the kid making sure nothing was broken or bruised. Peter let out a laugh.

“No. Everything is PERFECT!” He smiled brightly, causing the soldier to smile too. “BUT, follow me!” Peter started running towards the lab, looking back every few strides to make sure Bucky was right behind him. When they got to the entrance of the lab, Peter stopped.

“You don’t mind me covering your eyes, do you?” Peter tentative asked, holding up a blindfold.

“Nah. I trust you kid.” Seeing the kid's eyes light up always made Bucky feel happy and warm inside.

After putting the blindfold on, Peter gently guided Bucky to where the arm was displaying. Tony had left to give them space, but FRIDAY on the hand, had some other plans and recording was one of them. Slowly, Peter untied the blindfold.

“This is the lab.” Bucky started looking around, confusion evident on his face.

“Very good observation Sherlock Holmes.” Peter snickered. The playful death glare Bucky sent his way completely obliterated the seriousness Peter wanted to embody and sent him to a fit of giggles. “Look down.” All laughter subsided. Bucky picked up the arm and inspected it. Peter couldn’t tell what emotion Bucky was feeling. All he saw was an emotionless face before Bucky turned his face out of view.

Bucky stared at the arm. His mind was racing a million miles a minute. For a long second, he thought this wasn’t real, any of this. But the burning sensation in his eyes told him otherwise. He felt the lump in his throat, the shaking of his hands. No matter how deep a breath he took, Bucky felt like he couldn’t breathe. So many emotions and thoughts. He took a shaky breath and looked over at Peter. And it was there, that Peter saw the real Bucky for the first time.

Ever so slowly, Bucky placed the arm back on the table. He walked over to where Peter was standing still and engulfed him in the biggest hug. And Peter clinging on to him.

"Thank you. Thank you, Peter." Bucky started sobbing. He never would've thought that the one to help him pick up the pieces would be a kid from Queens. Yet, here they were attached like magnets. Like the family they both ever wanted.

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happys-crazy-queen22 · 5 years

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No Longer A Secret

Gif Credit @ratcoven

Requested By Anon. I hope you like it! Thank you for requesting.

Tag List: @chriscrosscerulli @ilovetaquitosmmmm @batgirl09151997

Happy Reading Dollies

Original Character Slutkowski..

You have been friends with Ryan and his family for years. His mom thought of you dearly. She always said that you and him would end up together and give her grandbabies. You thought she was crazy until about two years ago something in you snapped and the feelings for Ryan started to pour out but you didn't dare mention them to Ryan. That was until someone stepped in and tried taking him away.

"Oh Ry Ry, I can't wait for us to be husband and wife". Ryan's girlfriend sang annoying the shit out of everyone. We were at band practice he was supposed to leave her but here she is hanging all over him, rubbing up on him and distracting him from his work.

"I'm trying not to be mean but that fucking bitch it getting on my last fucking nerve, fuck". You exclaimed quietly. Only you Chris and Balz heard you.

"Are you sick of her fuckery"? Balz laughed then gagged as he saw Ryan and his girlfriend start making out. You turned your head to see. These feelings in you made you want to bludgeon her to death with Ryan's guitar. But you restrained yourself from doing so.

"I'm going to get some fresh air and a shot of tequila or two".

"I'll come with you". Balz followed you out to the patio sitting down at the table. You breathed in deeply.

"So where's the tequila"?

"I dont have any".

"Then why did I come out here"?

"To get away from slutkowski in there". "I can't believe she's talking about fucking marrying him". "They've been dating for three months".

"Why do you care so much, it's his life let him screw it up".

"I don't want him to get hurt because you will be helping me bury a body".

"How did I get dragged into your love triangle"?

You sat upright and straightened your face trying to seem like his question didn't bother you.

"What are you talking about"? You cleared your throat playing with your hair. A nervous tick of yours.

"Ever since he started dating her you've gone bat shit crazy".

"I'm worried about him, that's what friends do".

"You're more worried than we are. You're afraid you've lost your chance with Ryan".

"No I'm not".

"Y/N come on. I know you. You love him and I mean love love him". "I don't get the whole love thing but I see it in your eyes when you galke at him from afar".

"It's that obvious"?

"You could see it from space. I don't know how Ryan doesn't see it".

"See what"? Ryan's voice made you jump out of your chair. Even Balz jumped grabbing his chest. Your heart pounded a mile a minute.

"Nothing". You covered. Balz rolled his eyes and kicked your foot underneath the table. You hissed at him. Ryan looked at you both confused.

"What's going on"? He sat beside you. Your knee began to shake. Another nervous tick.

"Nothing gosh, shouldnt you be in there with your future wife"? You yelled getting up from the table storming back inside.

"Smooth Y/N Smooth". Josh said as you disappeared.

"What's that all about"? "Did you hurt her"? Balz was taken back by the question.

"Are you fucking serious"?

"She seems distressed".

"You can look at her when she's distressed but you can't look at her and tell she fucking loves you".

"Um..wha..did she say that"? Ryan stuttered.

"If she wore a neon yellow sign you still wouldn't see it. She could dance naked and you still wouldn't see. "Your so far up slutkowski ass to notice". Balz couldn’t say the name with out a laugh. He didn’t know how you said it with out laughing.

"She loves me"? Ryan mouthed.

"Yes". "So you need to go after her and tell her how you feel".

"What are you getting at? I'm with slutkowski as you and Y/N so nicely put it".

"Do you remember that day at the barbeque? You saw Y/N in that purple bikini and said how it made her curves show and that she looked beautiful. You were confessing your love for her but didn't know".

"I was being friendly".

"Right and I have two dicks".

"Well I know you're lying cause I've unwillingly seen you naked hundreds of times".

"So get off your ass and go get her".

Ryan didn't hesitate. He searched for you until he saw you loading up the equipment into the trailer.

"Y/N". He called out running over to you. Out of breath Ryan tried to talk.

"I...ove...ou..oo".

"Catch your breath. You really need to lay off the cigarettes". You put a guitar into the trailer and sat down on the bumper.

"I love you too".

"Excuse me"? Your ears may have been damaged by Chris's screaming but did he just say he loved me?

"I love you. That feels so good to get off my chest".

"What? How?".

"I was talking to Balz and he said I needed to get off my ass and tell you how I feel".

"We should thank him but he needs to mind his own business". You got up and started to load more equipment up.

"Are you mad"?

"No, I just wanted you to figure it out on your own".

"I needed a push. I was with that in there".

"Oh Mrs. Slutkowski"?

"Nice name by the way. Why didn't you try and stop me"?

"Have you met yourself? You're stubborn as a mule".

"But now I'm not and I want you".

"Shouldn't you tell that"? You pointed to her as she came out. Ryan didnt see her.

"I will but I have to tell you how I feel".

"About what Ry Ry"? You heard he annoying voice.

"Oh shit". Ryan turned around seeing her with his hoodie on.

"Um.. Can I get some help"? He asked you. Ryan hated confrontation.

"Sure Ry Ry. Listen he's leaving you so you should leave and the hoodie stays. Okay good bye".

"You bitch!" She started smacking Ryan who was helpless.

"Whoa whoa". You got her off and stood in between them.

She swung her arm and clobbered you in the head with her fist.

You reacted fast and tackled her to the ground. You werent doing no cat fight shit. You threw punches and ground your knees into her sides. Bitch was going down.

"Guys"!!! Ryan screamed. He couldn't handle you as he was getting hit from trying to pull you off.

Chris, Balz and Ricky came running out. Balz and Ryan tried pulling you off but you were hooked to her still throwing punches.

"Let go of her Y/N". Ryan pleaded. You released your grip on her and backed away.

She laid there bloody with strands of hair laying around her. You may have did a little cat fight.

"You okay". Ryan asked as he cupped your face. She had gotten in a few blows one to your eye another to your lip and you thought she punched you in the boob cause it hurt.

"Yeah, I'm cool. Just get her out of here".

"You'll regret this". She spat at you. Throwing the hoodie at Ryan.

"Damn Y/N you whooped her ass. Great job". Balz high fived you. You got a little blood on him. "Ew". He looked at his hand when he went back inside.

"You nailed her". Ryan chuckled.

"Are you sure you can handle me"?

"Yes". Ryan looked at you oddly.

"You had to call in back up".

"You were throwing punches at me too". Ryan laughed.

"Oh sorry about that". "You okay"?

"Yeah, I'm better with you". Ryan stepped closer to you resting his hands on your waist.

"I'm not easy to handle and I will get in a fight if someone touches you".

"I've known you a long time. I know how you are and I'm prepared to stand by your side".

You bit your lip with a grin. "I love you too".

Ryan leaned in about to kiss you. You stopped him with your hand.

"I want to kiss you so badly but I'm bloody and you've kissed her so maybe we'll try this after I shower and you have gargled bleach".

"Okay". Ryan kissed your head.

"I can't wait to tell mom".

"She always said we'd get together but didn't tell us how".

"Yeah it would have been a nice warning if it was going to be a fight".

"Now what's the fun in that if she would have told us"?

"There would have been less drama and no blood shed also I wouldn't have dated her". "Then I would be able to kiss you".

"Oh come here". You kissed his lips fast. Wiping them off with the inside of your shirt.

"Happy"?

"Very much". Ryan smirked walking back into the building his hand in yours. Your secrets were out and slutkowski gone now you couldn't be happier.

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Stargazing - David Dobrik

word count: 1862 summary// david always flirty, but y/n isn’t interested in him that way… at least at first. this leads to a first date spent stargazing

“C’mon, I’m a catch!” David insists, a smug grin on his face.

I roll my eyes while the rest of the group just laughs. This has been a common occurance the last few months. Once David got over Liza and I was introduced to the group though Natalie, he’s always attempted to score. It’s more of a joke for the vlog than anything serious.

“Yeah, Y/n! Give him a chance.” Natalie barely manages to get through her sentence without laughing. Zane and Heath join her in laughing too, David can be a child and they know it.

“Fine, David, you’re taking me out tomorrow night.” I say, finally making a decision.

“Wait, what?” His grin is wiped of his face and he gets a blush covering his cheeks. I smirk, the tables have flipped and now he’s the uncomfortable one.

“You heard me.”

The group oos, it feels like high school.

“You’re serious?” His camera is limp in his hand, he’s not focused on filming this second.

“Deadly. You’ll be picking me up.” I get up and leave for dramatic effect, I can tell the rest of the friend group is freaking out right now. I get to go home and sleep peacefully, tomorrow I get to film a video for my channel and then we’ll see what David has planned for the night. I’m giving him this opportunity so he can finally drop it.

Natalie texts me consistantly about David panicking. He doesn’t know what to plan, he doesn’t want to mess anything up.

I get up the next day and film the video. David texts me telling me that I should wear comfortable clothes and that he’ll be there at five thirty. I get ready and wear a simple outfit of ripped jeans and a top that I like.

David knocks at my door softly, which is weird. Usually, he’s pounding to get in. I swing my door open and am surprised again, he doesn’t have his camera in hand.

“Hey.” I smile.

“Hi.” He clears his throat, obviously nervous. “Are you ready to go?”

“Yeah.” We walk out and I lock my door behind me.

“So what do you have planned?” I ask, we’ve been in the car for a few minutes. We aren’t taking a route that leads back to his house so I don’t really know where we’re going.

“It’s a surprise.” He grins.

“Oh, no. A David surprise is either amazing or awful.” I put my face in my hands joking. I know that I can completely trust David.

“Hey, it’s a good one.” He gains a sudden confidence and places a comforting hand on my thigh, “At least I think it is.”

He notices me staring at the hand and loosens his grip, but doesn’t take his hand away. I don’t know why, but I don’t want him to remove it. I’ve tried to never look at David as anything other than a friend. Now that we’re actually on a date that might be changing.

“Sorry, too much?” He keeps his glance continually flicking between his hand, the road, and my face.

“No, you’re fine David.” I laugh a little, keeping things light.

David tells me that we’re stopping for some food in the car, and that it’s not the surprise. He also tells me that if he had had more notice he would have planned a better meal. I don’t complain about the food we pick up and eat in the car, it’s honestly better than anything either of us would have been able to make.

We drive for a while, we aren’t in the city of Los Angeles anymore. We definitely are outside the city limits. The whole time we fill the silence with either talking or singing.

“Hey, where are you taking me?” I ask suddenly realizing just how much time we’ve spent in the car.

“I told you, it’s a surprise.” He rolls his eyes, proud grin remaining on his face.

“I know, but we’ve been in the car for ages.” I exaggerate a complaint.

He laughs before replying saying that we’re getting close. He wasn’t lying, because it’s only a few more minutes before he pulls the car off to the side of the road and parks.

“Is this the part where you kill me in the middle of nowhere?”

David lets out a loud laugh and shakes his head before getting out of the car.

I follow action and get out of his car. Immediately I wrap my arms around myself. It’s cold at night and I’m not exactly dressed for anything outside.

“Here.”

David hands me a stack of a few blankets from his trunk while he digs through it some more. He comes back up with a flashlight and his camera.

“Follow me.” He has a proud smirk. I have to admit it’s nice to see him putting so much effort into this. I wasn’t even sure that he was serious about us, he’s proven that thought wrong tonight.

David stops walking once we get to this little clearing and he turns around. He takes one of the blankets from my arms and throws it down on the ground. He sits down, his camera sitting lazily on the ground filming in our general direction.

“You gonna sit?” He bites his bottom lip.

I smile and sit down right next to him. The edges of our legs touching. It’s such a small thing, but it feels like a lot. It’s more than either of us are used to with each other.

“I was struggling to think of a date that would be worthy of you and impress you.” David starts to explain, “I was begging Natalie for help, but she made me figure it out for myself. We already know each other well so I didn’t want to have a basic dinner. So I came to the conclusion that something that would stick with you is something I don’t think you’ve ever done on a date before. Have you ever been stargazing on a date before?”

I shake my head no. I don’t know why I feel a little nervous all of the sudden. Maybe it’s because this is a real date, in my head it was going to just be vlog content. I didn’t think real emotions would be connected. I’ve never let him in before, I didn’t want to be his rebound girl.

“Thank god.” He sighs in relief.

I spread out the remaining blanket that I had for both of us to use. He scoots closer and places an arm around my shoulders and pulls me in close to him.

“Smooth move.” I tease, I can’t hold back my laugh this time.

“I know. I’m being very impressive right now, right?” He plays along acting completely confident when I know that I could make him melt in my hands if I wanted to.

“Definitely.” I smile smugly.

We both lay back, I decide to make a move so we’re even closer. My head is resting on his chest. I may also be using him for body heat at this point.

“This is nice.” I comment after a long comfortable silence.

I whisper because it’s so quiet out here. I feel as if my voice could easily disrupt everything.

“I agree. This is why we had to leave the city. Where else would you get a sky this clear?” David’s hand is resting on my back, holding my close and tracing small patterns.

“I have to say David, this is a pretty spectacular date.” I peek my head up so I can actually look at him.

“Good. I can’t even tell you how nervous I was.”

“Was?” I decide I want to tease him some more. After all, he’s been teasing me for months, “I can feel your heart beating right now, David. It’s pounding.”

His face reddens while my smirk grows knowing that I am the one making him so nervous.

“I’m not still nervous for the date.”

“Than what are you nervous for right now?” “I’m nervous because the girl of my dreams is practically on top of me right now.”

My jaw drops. The girl of his dreams? I thought I was just a rebound, his current interest that would fade.

“The girl of your dreams?” I hint for him to further explain.

“Yeah, of course you are. You’re the perfect girl. Perfect with all of your imperfections. You are kind to everyone around you yet you can still crack jokes with people. You are a youtube personality, but you don’t let it ever get to your head. You and I have a connection, don’t deny it.”

“Who said I’m denying it?” I ask, leaning my face a little closer.

“What?” He gulps. No matter how big David’s name gets, he is always going to be the boy nervous at first with the girl.

I don’t give David another second to panic because I connect our lips. His lips are cold only for a second, but then they’re inviting and warm. We kiss for a few seconds before I pull away. I push a strand of hair behind my ear that had been tickling David’s face.

“Holy shit.” David whispers, making both of us laugh loudly.

I slide down off of his chest and lay back down on my side. We both focus on the sky again.

“Hey! Shooting star.” I reach out and point to the star that quickly flies by the sky. “Make a wish.”

“I don’t need to make a wish, I have everything I need.” David presses a kiss to the top of my head.

“God, that was the cheesiest thing I’ve ever heard.”

“Shut up.”

We stay out there together until we can’t take the cold any longer, which ends up being longer than either of us thought. We spent the time either talking about anything and everything or just looking at the sky while one of us plays with the other’s hands.

“Thank you, David, for an amazing date.”

David is dropping me off at the door, like a true gentleman.

“Of course, I had so much fun.” A sly smile graces his face. “I hope there’s a second date.”

“There will definitely be a second date.” I agree.

“Wow, I did that good?”

“Yeah, you did really good, Dobrik.”

David leans forward and I think he’s going to kiss me. He lets the tension build as his breath is warm on my cheek. I bite my lip lightly, completely drawing his attention to them. He doesn’t let another second pass, his lips attack mine.

This kiss is different from our first. Our first was light and easy to break the ice, now we are just so hungry for each other’s touch. Months of avoiding each other has finally hit it’s breaking point. After awhile we do have to pull apart. David’s lips are red and swollen and I know that mine mirror his.

“Wanna come inside?”

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Shattered Snow (2/2) Superfamily

Part 1 Here!

When Peter woke up, the first thing that registered in his mind was how warm it was. A stark contrast to the frigid air that surrounded him hours ago. Much of the warmth that surrounded him could be due to the heavy blankets that were tucked around him or the warm fluids that were coursing through his veins courtesy of the IV. But, it could also be his papa’s arms that were wrapped around him, holding him close to his chest.

Peter sighed in content, allowing himself to relax and maybe fall back asleep. He found that hard however because while the warmth was there, it was beginning to overshadowed by pain. Pain that seemed to resonate from every inch of his body.

He closed his eyes, desperately hoping to go back into the dreamful state that he woke up from when the door to his hospital room opened. He blinked his eyes open once more, turning his head towards the sound and let out a smile when he saw his dad. The man was carrying a steaming cup of coffee in one hand, eyes trained down on the phone in his other hand as he frantically typed out a message. Quite frankly, he looked like he had been run over a few times if anything was to be said about the state of his clothes and hair at the moment.

Peter let out an involuntary cough at the moment and Tony’s head flew up. In no time his dad was rushing over, leaning over and gently cupping both of Peter’s cheeks in his hands, peppering kisses to his face.

Usually, Peter would put up a battle against these displays of affection from his fathers but at the moment, drowsy and in pain, he welcomed it. After thoroughly kissing practically every inch of his kid’s face Tony finally stood back up, but still had a gentle hold of Peter’s face, rubbing soothing circles on his son’s cheeks with calloused thumbs.

“You’re awake.” Tony said it with such awe, as if he hadn’t quite believed that his son would be up so soon.

Talking was hard when his mouth was drier than the desert, Peter found as he attempted to reply back but could only articulate one thing. “Mhmm.”

Tony got the hint and he turned around momentarily, grabbing one of those conventional hospital mugs off the table and held it up to Peter so he could drink from the straw.

“Small sips, baby,” Tony directed as Peter grabbed a hold of the straw. Peter took a few sips before pulling away and his dad set the mug back down. Peter sagged against Steve’s chest with a heavy sigh, feeling his papa’s arms gently tugging him in closer, as if an unconscious Steve knew what his son needed.

“You’re tired, aren’t you kiddo?” Tony questioned, reaching out to tangle one of his hands in Peter’s curls. Peter nodded his head, feeling the strong pull of sleep once more.

“Go back to sleep, baby. Papa and I will be right here when you wake up.” Tony urged before leaning forward and pressing a warm kiss to Peter’s forehead. Peter let out a deep breath, letting himself succumb to the warmth and love surrounding him.

The next time he woke up, he was alone in bed, tucked in with one of his old teddy bears nestled into his side. He blinked, reaching over, and grabbing the stuffed animal. A moment later, out of instinct, he hugged the teddy bear to his chest.

“You used to carry that thing around with you everywhere.”

Peter glanced up to see his Papa standing next to the bed, looking down at him with an expression of pure love.

“God, don’t remind me,” Tony piped up from the bathroom, sticking a head out to glare at his son. “I had to practically pry that thing from your hands when it was bath time.”

Peter giggled at the memory and the two father’s felt their hearts burst from the love that rushed through from hearing their son’s laughs.

Peter’s laugh, however, was cut short by a shooting pain from his abdomen, up his chest. He gasped as he grabbed his chest. Steve was instantly leaning over, smoothing his hair back, while the other grabbed a hold of his hand.

“Are you hurting, bubba?”

Peter nodded his head, watching as his dad ran out of the bathroom and to his side. Now both his dads hovered above, one on each side of the bed and both grabbing a hold of one of his hands. He watched as his parents seemed to have a silent conversation between the two of them.

“I’ll go get the doctor.” Tony finally spoke before marching out of the room.

Steve stayed by his side, offering any comfort he could. From pressing tiny kisses to Peter’s head or rubbing a soothing thumb across his knuckles.

Peter closed his eyes, taking deep breaths as he tried to get his mind off the pain until his father broke the silence. “Do you remember what happened, kiddo?”

Peter bit his lip, trying to think back to the events that happened that resulted in him being cooped up in one of the MedBay beds. He could recall the distinct sound of screeching tires mixed in with a frantic cry from his pops. Then the feeling of weightlessness, as if his body was floating in mid-air. A shatter, maybe the sound of glass breaking, but then afterward darkness.

Steve watched Peter’s expression as he worked through trying to recollect the events from the night before. Peter’s face scrunched, a habit of his when he was trying to think hard. Steve felt a tug at his heart. He had been close, dangerously close to losing his kid. Never have another chance to sit down at the dining table with his son who would hold a similar expression as Steve tried to help him through his history essay.

Steve was suddenly pulled back from his thoughts, unaware of the mist clouding his eyes, as Peter began to speak.

“It was a car accident,” Peter croaked in a weak, raspy voice.

“That’s right, honey,” Steve replied, voice laced with sadness. He took a deep breath, trying to decide if he wanted to tell Peter the entire story. But in doing so, he would have to remember the sound of his son flying through the car window or the image of finding his son surrounded by red snow or the feeling of pressing his hand to his son’s tiny chest as it rose up and down slowly, too slow.

He’s lucky to be alive Captain. The doctors told him once Steve had woken up. Peter had gone under surgery for a compound fracture of his tibia bone and to remove the metal that had pierced his right side and lacerated his liver. He had lost so much blood to the point that he was nearly in hypovolemic shock by the time the medics had gotten to them. They were thankful he hadn’t sustained a more serious head injury, but nonetheless, his head wound did require stitches and he was on close monitoring for any side effects.

Peter witnessed the emotional turmoil etched on his father’s face and he squeezed his father’s hand. “It’s okay, Papa.”

Steve let out a wet laugh, wiping away a few stray tears with his other hand before pressing a gentle kiss to Peter’s knuckles. “That’s right, baby.”

Tony walked back in soon after, a doctor trailing his heels. Peter didn’t realize him as one of the usual doctors that worked in the MedBay. Maybe he was new?

“Hi, Peter. Your dad tells me your chest is hurting?” The doctor asked as he came over to the side of the bed. Tony joined Steve on the other side, wrapping an arm around his husband’s back as he leaned forward.

“My stomach too,” Peter whispered, watching as the doctor glanced over with a critical eye at the machines hovering over his bed.

“Well, you had some pretty nasty injuries, kiddo. We had to do a couple surgeries to fix you up. Let me take a look at your stitches and go from there.” The doctor pulled on a pair of gloves as Peter nodded his head.

He couldn’t help but watch as the doctor lifted his gown up, revealing his right side covered by a few layers of white gauze that was securely taped down.

“Buddy, you can look over here,” Steve murmured, grabbing a gentle hold of Peter’s chin and turning his head so he was looking over at his fathers, each giving him a reassuring smile.

Peter kept quiet, focusing on his fathers as the doctor peeled his bandages away. He winced at the touch of cold air that hit his incision but otherwise, the doctor was gentle as he examined him.

“That’s healing beautifully,” The doctor commented as he replaced the gauze before looking up at the two dads and explained, “No signs of infection. We can increase his pain medication to deal with the pain for the moment.”

“Anywhere else hurt right now, Peter?” The doctor asked, turning to his young patient.

Peter was quiet, focusing entirely on judging his body at the moment. Other than the throbbing coming from his leg, which was normal considering the cast covering it, he felt relatively numb to everything else.

Peter shook his head and the doctor grinned.

“You sure, baby? Even if it’s hurting a little bit, you can let us know,” Steve stated as Tony nodded his head in agreement.

“It’s okay, I promise, Papa.” His fathers didn’t seem to be convinced at that but they let it go for the time being.

“Alright, bud, let me do a few more checks while I’m in here and then I’ll be out of your hair,” The doctor stated, pulling his stethoscope out from his lab pocket.

A few minutes later, after much poking and prodding, Peter was being tucked back into bed by his fathers, his teddy bear once again nestled onto his side. The doctor left with the promise to send a nurse in with more pain medication.

“You hungry?” Tony asked, smoothing his hair back, as the nurse injected the pain medication into one of his IV lines.

Peter shook his head. He just wanted to sleep right now. He didn’t think his stomach could handle any food at the moment.

“We can try after he wakes up again,” Steve suggested.

Peter was going to approve of the idea but he couldn’t muster the energy to speak back, not when sleep was welcoming him once more as the pain started to dwindle down. He could hear the distant sound of his dad’s voice.

“Go to sleep, baby. Let the medicine do its job. We love you.”

“’L’ve you ‘oo,” Peter murmured as he drifted off.

“God, you smell!” Tony exclaimed as Steve entered the living room. Peter and Tony had been perched on the couch since this morning, with Peter curled up next to his dad as they watched old Star Trek reruns. This was practically a daily occurrence since Peter had left the MedBay a few days ago with strict restrictions. Light activity and plenty of bed rest. Most of the time both his parents were with him, except for instances like this where Steve had gone to work out and Tony stayed with him.

Steve raised an eyebrow as he leaned over the back of the couch, pressing a kiss to the back of Peter’s head. “No kisses for you then. Only for the baby.”

Peter giggled at his dad’s overdramatic pout. Tony glanced down, grinning before poking the tip of his nose.

“Has he taken his medication, yet?” Steve asked he strolled over to the kitchen, grabbing water from the fridge.

“Not yet!” Tony yelled back. Steve reappeared a few moments later, carrying Peter’s medication along with a glass of orange juice which he sat down in front of the coffee table.

“I don’t like them. They make me sleepy.” Peter whined, pressing his face into his dad’s side. He felt his dad’s fingers run through his curls before a pair of lips pressed against the top of his head.

“They are supposed to make you sleep, baby. You can’t heal unless you rest.” Tony explained, reaching over to grab the pills. “You want to get plenty of sleep, bubba. Especially since tomorrow’s Christmas and that always takes the energy out of everybody.”

“Oh yeah,” Peter mumbled. He had practically forgotten about the holiday. They hadn’t even planned on spending it with the team this year, opting to be in Malibu instead, but of course, plans had changed.

Steve took a seat on the other side, grabbing Peter’s legs and putting them in his lap, be careful of his cast.

Tony managed to get Peter to take his pills and not a moment after was helping Peter rest his head in his lap before moving to fix the blanket over him. It wasn’t the first time since this ordeal that Peter found himself sprawled across both of his dads’ laps and he had a feeling it wasn’t going to be the last.

Steve glanced down at his son, heart beating painfully against his chest. He chalked it up to the lingering effects of his work out but he knew it was the thought that he was the luckiest man alive to be able to have his son in his arms at the moment.

Peter sighed, letting his dad play with his curls as he stared at the television screen ahead. He was quiet for a few moments before he spoke out, “But really, Papa, you do smell though.”

Tony cackled as Steve groaned. Yep, luckiest man indeed.

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kacchaneatsass · 5 years

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Oo! Hi👋can I request a scenario or whatever you want it to be, with Dabi, Bakugo, and Todoroki(if you don’t do this many in one request you can pick one) with a s/o and they’re holding hands and they see someone who’s really hurt (physically or mentally, your choice) their s/o in the past and they get really pissed and burn their s/o’s hand accidentally. But with some sort of fluff ending? Thanksss UwU

Hi hi! 👋 I feel like I've seen this request float around before, but oh well c'est la vie! I'm totally fine with doing all three!! I just hope I did you justice!!

Warnings:⚠️ SWEARING! Mentions of abuse, physical and mental!!⚠️

Dabi

You had to admit, tonight had been nice. Dabi, never the charmer, had spontaneously taken you out to midnight glow bowling on halloween. You knew that the only reason he even thought of it was because of your protesting and excitement to go over the past few weeks. You also understood his reasoning for going on Halloween.

"Another strike? How are you doing this?!" Your eyes were wide as you stared at him, ever present smirk growing wider as his stapled cheeks stretched.

"Practice."

"You never leave HQ, I don't believe that for a minute."

You didn't miss the low chuckle as he walked back to you, planting a kiss to your brow before taking a seat. Practically hissing and spitting at the score gap, you stood and collected your bowling ball, eyes narrowed. You were going to win this thing whether he liked it or not.

Reeling your arm back, you swung forward and released the ten pound ball, watching as it rolled quickly into the pins. A split. Of course you had to get a split again.

You turned, growling under your breath as you fixed the starched collar of your Wednesday Adams costume, getting ready to stalk back and retrieve the bowling ball to attempt to improve your score further.

That is, until you saw him.

Dark brown hair, six foot frame. Lanky. Your ex boyfriend stood at the bar, staring at you.

He knew you were there.

Your heart caught in your throat and your eyes snapped to the ground, years of trained obedience to never look at him directly taking over your brain as you moved quickly back to Dabi, grabbing his hand and pulling him from his seat. "We need to leave."

"Yo, doll, what's going on? You've been bitching about this place since-" his eyes traveled up, seeing him.

Oh, he knew who that bastard was alright. You had shakily shown him pictures, determined that the fire-breathing boy would help keep you safe from him. Growling under his breath, he squeezed your hand tighter. The desire he had to just jump the guy and beat him to a bloody pulp was at an all time high, but the knowledge that you were shaking and scared and needed to be taken somewhere else dominated his mind. You and your mental health were much more important to him then some douche canoe.

Squeezing your hand tightly, he all but dragged you from the bowling alley, repressing the urge to spit in your ex's face as you passed him.

The hideout for the League was right around the corner, which made you feel at least a little better knowing that you were protected by the squad of villians that had practically adopted you when Dabi brought you home with him one day. No one would let him hurt you again.

As you attempted to calm your breathing, you didn't take any notice to the warming of both Dabi's skin and the air around you as he lost himself in his hated thoughts. Maybe, if he had met you earlier, you never would have dealt with that prick. Maybe, if he had realized quicker, he would have been able to save you before the physical and emotional trauma you endured at the hands of your ex.

You only took notice when the ravenet beside you burst into blue flame, not stopping as he stormed back to the hideout. A screech left your lips, ripping your hand away from him as burns engulfed your hands. "Dabi! What the hell?"

You cradled your hand to your chest, making sure it was nothing serious, no worse then a first degree burn. Easily treated with some cold water and burn cream. When you looked back up, Dabi was standing there in shock.

"I-" it was silent for a moment before the gargantuan man engulfed you in a hug, burying his face in the crook of your neck. "I'm sorry."

You nuzzled him back, careful of your newly injured hand. "It's okay. You didn't mean it. Let's just get moving before this blisters, yeah?"

He nodded, stepping back. He wouldn't touch you this time, and you knew that it would take a little before he had the courage to place a hand on you again. "I love you."

You smiled up at your purpled boyfriend, "I love you too."

Bakugou

"Really, Katsu, thank you for taking me out today."

Your blonde boyfriend just huffed, nudging his shoulder into yours while he continued to inhale his half of the sandwich you two shared. "Don't get used to it, dumbass."

You hummed contentedly, "wasn't planning on it."

It had been such a spur of the moment thing, Bakugou suddenly slamming the door to your dorm room open while shouting about 'lunch' and 'something special'. You couldn't bring yourself to be upset that he had interrupted your essay writing when he brought you to the park and handed you a half of a sub, sitting on the grass below you.

"So, how was training with Kiri this morning?"

He huffed, taking another bite of his sandwich. "Shitty hair never showed up, called me right before and said that he had to finish his stupid essay."

You could only laugh, "the same essay I was working on?"

"Yeah, but you're smart, shithead. Shitty hair is fucking dumb as hell."

Sighing, you took another bite of your sandwich and looked across the park. It was so nice out today, the sky was blue, not a cloud in sight, and the gentle breeze blowing through was amazing. Today just seemed like an all around perfect day.

Until you saw her, of course.

Your ex best friend, the girl who spread countless rumors about you in middle school, who absolutely ruined your life. The girl who made sure you knew that you would never be a hero.

"Katsu, c-can we go now?"

His head snapped up, eyes locking on your frame as you began to shake. "What the hell is wrong now? Your stupid essay can wai-"

"It's not the essay." You cut him off, beginning to stand. "It's her, Katsu, she's here."

Oh he knew exactly who you were talking about. You had cried to him when the anxiety had gotten to you, emotional barriers collapsing one night while you spilled your backstory to him. That damn bitch had ruined your life.

Eyes darting around the park, he was quick to find her, standing as well. "I'm gonna give that damn bitch a piece of my fucking min-"

You grabbed his hand, pulling him in the other direction, sandwich and picnic date long forgotten. "Katsu, please don't make it worse. Let's just go, okay?"

A low growl escaped his lips, but he complied, anger bubbling below his skin. How dare she break you? You were so kind and sweet, you deserved to be a hero more then anyone.

He didn't notice the excess sweat gathering in his palms until he twisted his hand to get a better grip, accidentally setting off a small explosion in his blind rage.

You yelped, drawing away from him and cradling your hand to your chest, stumbling backwards for purchase until you fell to the ground, pained sobs dripping from your lips.

Bakugou's eyes went wide, the ability to react suddenly leaving him. What had he done?

"Shit," you whispered, pulling your knees to your chest as you tried to escape the pain.

You never cursed. At that simple word, he snapped from whatever trance he was in and rushed to your side, grabbing at your hand to check the wound. "Shit, I'm so sorry, fuck."

It wasn't anything bad, a simple first degree burn, but it would need quick treatment to avoid blistering.

"Fuck, I swear I didn't mean it-"

You leaned over, tears still dripping down your face, and gently kissed your boyfriend. "Shut up, you idiot. I know you didn't."

He sat stunned for a second, before scooping you up in his arms bridal style and making his way back towards the dorms. "Damsel in distress, huh?"

Your non-injured hand reached out, shoving at his face while he laughed. "Only for you, you idiot."

Todoroki

For once, the skating rink wasn't crowded as you and your bicoloured boyfriend entered, hands wrapped together tightly. "We actually need to keep this up, Sho, not just say we will and never do it."

He chuckled, squeezing your hand gently. "We have a lot going on. There are reasons for not being able to skate so often anymore."

"I know, but we should make time for it! I always love coming out here with you. Do you think you're gonna land that triple axle today?"

You got like this every time he brought you, practically gushing over everything in your excitement. "Maybe. I'll try my best."

Both of you took to the nearest bench to lace up your skates, before entering the rink and letting your feet glide you across the ice. These little skating dates had been occuring since the two of you started going out at the beginning of the year, and while Todoroki wouldn't admit it he trully loved being able to see you learn and grow as both a hero and a skater.

You giggled as you released his hand, shooting forwards to execute a single axle turn, smiling back at him as you landed it and skated backwards. "Can you-"

Your voice trailed off, and he followed your gaze across the rink.

Your snotty ex boyfriend was clambering through the rink doors, multiple of his friends at his side as they cackled loudly, shoving each other.

Shoto knew of the shit that bastard had put you through, having seen the aftermath of scars and bruises himself when you first began dating. He had seen the shocked way you reacted when you first began dating and he swore to never lay a hand on you the way your ex had done.

"Shoto, can we go? I-I know we just got here, but-" your voice wavered and cracked, showing the true fear you were harbouring at the moment.

He skated up next to you, grabbing your hand and leading you towards the opposite rink exit. Anger boiled in his stomach, eyes slitted. How dare that bastard be anywhere near you?

"Fuck!"

He snapped out of his thoughts at your sudden cursing, your hand yanking away from his. If the smoke that emitted from his left side were any signs, he knew exactly what had happened. He had burned you.

"(Y/n)!" Without touching you, he tried his best to lead you off the ice and to a bench, quickly using his right hand to cool off the burn. "I'm sorry, I swear."

You smiled through the tears, reaching out with your uninjured hand to caress his face. "I know, Sho. It's alright. You just got upset, is all."

"I swore I would never hurt you."

Your breathing stuttered as you held back a sob of pain. "You didn't mean it, Shoto. I understand. You're alright, I'm alright. We're gonna be fine."

He nodded slowly, still gripping your injured hand with his right, trying to cool off the burn.

You couldn't help but reach out, pulling your bicoloured boyfriend into a single armed hug. "I love you. Thank you for protecting me."

It was silent for a few moments, before he hugged you back even tighter. "I love you too."

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Long Nights, Hidden Thoughts

Prompt: can you do tom and a cast mate (reader) on spider man 2 and falling in love slowly? I WOULD DIE FOR THAT!

Part: 1/?

Pairing: Tom Holland x reader

Word Count: 2179

Warnings: None

It has been a month into filming the Spiderman Homecoming 2 and it feels like a dream come true. Since you were a little girl you always wanted to become a famous actress, what’s even more miraculous is that it’s because of a Spiderman movie which just so happens to be your favorite superhero.

You’re in between takes so you make your way over to the snack table for a banana. Just as you are about to take a bite your co-worker, Tom comes up next to you. He has made a habit of making sure you feel included with the group, always inviting you to outings and parties or sometimes calls you at the latest parts of the night to tell you about a funny commercial he just saw on the tv.

“Practicing for later?” Tom teases winking causing you to nearly choke on the piece of banana you were about to swallow. “Oo might want to keep trying.”

“You’re the worst.” You jab him with your elbow. “You done for the day?”

“Yeah, Zendaya’s going to get dinner with me. Wanna join?” Your eyes must be playing a trick cause you could almost swear there is a hit of hope hiding under the layers of his eyes. “We were thinking of getting some burgers and heading back to my place for movies.”

“Sure, that sounds like fun.” An unfamiliar sensation resides in your stomach that you easily dismiss. Tom walks you over to your trailer so you can grab your stuff and meet up with Zendaya.

The whole ride to and from the burger place was filled with tearful laughter. You were all relaying hilarious instances from the course of the month. Many of them consisted of how Tom kept messing up in scenes from Zendaya distracting him, she learned all of his line too so she would subtly mouth them messing him up.

“Oh but what about that time his stunt landed him right on you!” Zendaya starts to crack up as you and Tom chuckle softly, your faces turning a tint pinker.

Second week of shooting and your character (Y/C/N) gets to learn Peter’s secret. In the scene Peter is with (Y/C/N) and his mask off, he’s trying to prove to her that he’s not cheating on MJ who is your best friend.

“Just because you dress up as Spider-Man doesn’t make you him, Peter.” You cross your arms, not buying his truth. “Prove to me you are who you say you are.”

“Okay I will.” This is were the tightwires come into play. They are supposed to allow him to flip backwards and land with his feet on the wall in a crouched position. He propels his feet up to get some room to flip, but the wires move him forward knocking him into you. The two of you land on the floor, you on your back and Tom on top of you his face only inches from yours.

Involuntary your breathing comes out shaky, of course this could be from falling backwards on your back with a whole other person on you. That’s has to be it, right? Tom’s expression fills your eyes, shocked and perplexed. You can’t tell if he’s being himself or Peter and you can’t recall the director shouting to cut.

“Umm,” you gulp now realizing your throat is a bit dry. “Better not tell MJ about this.” You force a smile telling him you’re okay and that he should keep this scene going.

“MJ?” His eyebrows knit together then widen all at once realizing that you’re still acting. Tom lifts his body off of yours and sits to your side. “Yeah better not. Does this mean you believe me?”

“That you’re Spider-Man?” You sit up enough to lean back on your elbows. “Well regular Peter wouldn’t even be able to attempt a flip.” A slight giggle leaves your lips as another smile cracks. “But only you as Spider-Man would be able to mess that up.” You both sit there laughing until the director yells cut.

“I can’t believe they kept it,” you try hiding your face in your hands. “It’s not even close to what they wanted.”

“Well when the movie comes out I think there are going to be ship battles.” Zendaya unwraps her burger once entering Tom’s kitchen. “That scene opens some serious questions to if Peter really wants MJ or (Y/C/N).”

You’re eyes find Tom’s for a moment before hastily looking in a different direction. Sure you always thought Tom was attractive but you never let that intentionally get in the way of your work, but maybe it had. For the rest of the night you try to sit where Zendaya is placed between you and Tom, trying your best not to let your mind wonder too much back to that day.

A Few Days Later

To your dismay, your mind has been haywire when it comes to Tom. You play that scene over and over in your head, you can’t help it his face engrained in your mind. Looking back on it he broke character, there is no way Peter would have forgotten who MJ was not to the extent of their relationship at this point in the series.

On the other hand he could have been dazed from the unexpected turn on events. Maybe he thought I had broken character and was confused by the mention of MJ. You lightly tap the side of your head with the palm of your hand trying to shake all thoughts of this out of your mind.

You’re thoughts are interrupted by your phone ringing. It’s Tom, you glance at the clock and see it reading ten o’clock. The flash of your phone burns your eyes as they adjust to the new light from the once pitch black room.

“Hello?” You make your voice groggy, hoping he’ll think you were sleeping and let you go.

“Come over I can’t sleep.” He sounds like an 8 year old asking for a cookie. “I have bananas.” You can hear a teasing smile forming on his lips causing you to laugh.

“Nice try Tom I-“

“Wait you didn’t let me finish.” He interrupts your protest. “I have ice cream too, how does a banana split sound?”

You huff in the phone knowing he has you sold with the mention of the sugary desert. A while ago you made the mistake of telling Tom about how your dad would wake you up at late hours of the night to make banana splits. Since he passed away three years ago you hardly eat them, it’s not the same unless you have someone there with you.

So there you were, outside Tom’s apartment in a pair of leggings and a sweatshirt, banging on the door. Without wasting time Tom opens the door almost immediately, a smile cracking on his face seeing your tired stricken face.

“I’m only here for the desert.” You attempt to look serious suppressing a smile beneath your features. Tom laughs seeing you fight with yourself as he opens the door wide enough to let you in.

Just as you both finish up your banana split you drum your fingers against the counter top thinking to yourself that something is missing. Tom however doesn’t miss a beat, he wanders over to the fridge and grabs the whip cream. Realization and a smile flows over your face as he makes his way over and you try to take the can from him to spray some on yours.

“Allow me,” Tom has a knowing smirk on his lips that earns him a skeptical look from you. He places a hand on his chest faking a hurt expression on how you don’t trust him. Rolling your eyes in response you step slightly to the side allowing him better access to your ice cream. Tom approaches your desert as you feel a cool cloud erupt on your nose.

“TOM!” You shout as you wipe the whip cream from your face. “You’re gonna pay for that.”

“No I’m not,” his smile bigger than ever. “I will pay for this though.” His hand goes back to your face and you shield yourself, but in the wrong place. Tom moves the can last minute getting a ton of it in your hair and runs to the living room stealing your banana split.

Wiping the big lumps from your hair you fling the residue into the sink before taking off after him. You find him sprawled out on his couch with a mouth full of your desert. Pouncing on him he holds the bowl above you leaving it unreachable.

“Go get yours! This is mine.” Tom wines pouting his lower lip.

“That one you’re holding,” you lean back and sit on your ankles. “That one is mine.”

“Nope, I don’t like whip cream.” He shows what remains in the bowl to find no whip cream.

“Then why did you put it on YOURS in the kitchen?” You fake irritability.

“That one is yours, you like whip cream.” A smile floods his face once again. “Obviously since you’re covered in it.”

As he laughs you search around the room for something to hit him with when your eyes focus on the whip cream can on the table next to you. Looking back at Tom he continues to chuckle as goes to take another bite of the desert. You swiftly grab the can and spray a glob into his open mouth that was eagerly awaiting something else.

His wild eyes contradict his body as he calmly places the bowl on the table, swallowing the whip cream. Your heart races in your chest anticipating the trouble you just got yourself in. Tom’s arms wrap around you as he flips you on your back under him. His fingers rake the most ticklish parts of your body as you squeal out begging him to stop.

“I will stop on one condition.” He speaks just loud enough to be heard over your laughter.

“I’ll do whatever,” you scream as his hand goes back to your stomach. “Just stop!”

Tom releases his hold on you but remains straddling your body below him. You take deep breathes feeling your lungs expand happily for every inch of air. His eyes peer down at yours intensely and you feel the unfamiliar sensation creep up once again in your core. Your cheeks heat like flames taking in his disheveled hair and wrinkled shirt. How is it possible for one human being to be this gorgeous?

“Well,” you whisper. “What’s it gonna be?”

Your breathing intensifies but not from him tickling you. If you’re not mistaken Tom’s body has moved closer to yours. His hand pulls some stray hairs from your face, looping them behind your ear as his fingers linger on your cheek. A slight shiver dances along your spine as your throat goes dry.

“Tom!” Harrison shouts barging into the apartment. “Please tell me we have leftovers cause- woah… am I interrupting?” Harrison stops in his tracks once noticing the position that you two are in, a smile spreads across his face as his mind racks at the possibilities that he could have walked into if he shown up a few moments later.

“No no uhh,” Tom quickly climbs off of you and he awkwardly scratches the back of his neck. “Nope you didn’t interrupt anything mate.”

“Yeah actually I should be getting back,” your feet start to travel your body from the couch to the door as Harrison stops you.

“You should stay, it’s really late you wont get a taxi and it’s not the best time of night to be walking out in the open.” He walks over to Tom expanding a smile that most likely has a second agenda. “We can watch a bunch of movies. It can be what you girls call… a slumber party.”

You weigh your options. Harrison is right, it is really late too late to walk or to get a taxi. But even though you know you’d stay for safety you couldn’t help but feel a dash of excitement at the thought of staying here with Tom.

Ever since you were casted to play (Y/C/N) in the next Spider-Man movie Tom and you hit it off as friends, easily becoming best friends. Though over the past few weeks you have caught yourself gazing at Tom more often than needed. You love when he calls you late at night even when you’re exhausted, always seeing his name appear on your phone causes your cheeks to flush and form a smile that lights up your eyes.

Looking back at Tom you wait to see if he is okay with the offer. His eyes meet yours and you can see the wheels turning in his brain. Softly he nods but his eyes land on the floor between you two and Harrison laughs already knowing the answer.

“Well lets get the night started.” He claps his hands together completely aware of the awkward tension in the air. This is going to be a long night.

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