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the enemy of my enemy (must be my ally)

Summary: When one of his akumas attacks Adrien and one of his classmates, Gabriel Agreste discovers that Marinette Dupain-Cheng would prove a very useful ally against Ladybug and Chat Noir.

How had he not discovered sooner? But oh well—better late than never. Ladybug will never know what’s coming.

Notes: from this post because everyone wanted me to write it. i warned y’all. feat. gabriel’s 2 functional brain cells.

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Gabriel Agreste isn’t past admitting his mistakes.

Most of them have involved Adrien, so he supposes that it’s time to pay attention to the trend. And all of those mistakes have involved his growing career as Hawkmoth—and, more specifically, the choices he makes for whom he akumatizes.

Lila Rossi, now known as Princess Perfect—seriously, what the hell was wrong with this girl? He’d given her the liberty of choosing her akuma name, but such a godawful name is a bad reflection on him as well—kicks down the door of the classroom.

He sees it all through Lila’s eyes, like he does with all the akumas. Doesn’t mean he’s particularly happy about the turnout of this particular akumatization.

“What are you doing?” Gabriel demands to her. “I want Ladybug and Chat Noir’s Miraculous! You’re going the wrong way.”

Relax. Lila’s voice drifts into his head. I need to take a little detour.

“What detour—” Oh. Oh, shit.

In the classroom, packing their bags, is his son and that Chinese girl with pigtails—Marinette. The one that Gabriel knows Lila Rossi intensely hates. The one that he doesn’t like either, because for some reason, his son is infatuated with her. It’s Marinette-this, Marinette-that these days, and Adrien just won’t stop gushing about her. Father, look at these designs! They’re Marinette’s. Father, look who’s on the news—it’s Marinette! Father, can you hire Marinette to work at Gabriel Brand?

Marinette, a real headache. Gabriel rubs his temples. Maybe it’s a good thing that Lila’s after her. Better to nip it in the bud before Adrien’s attachment becomes a real problem.

“Fine,” he grounds out to Lila. “But leave Ad—leave the blonde boy alone.”

Already ahead of you, Hawkie.

“Don’t call me that!”

She ignores him in favour of turning to the two victims. Adrien is standing in front of Marinette, arms spread in a protective stance, glaring at the akuma. For a couple moments, nobody speaks.

Then, Marinette, eyebrows furrowing, says, “You’re Lila, aren’t you. Seriously? What is this—your third akumatization? Fourth?”

“My name is Princess Perfect now,” Lila growls back. “Get out of my way, Adrien.”

Marinette literally gags. “Did Hawkmoth choose that name for you?”

“No, I didn’t,” Gabriel seethes. Unfortunately, none of them can hear him.

“Yes, he did,” Lila lies breezily. “But that’s not important. You think you’re such a hot shot, Marinette? You think you can take the spotlight from me without repercussions? I’m going to make sure everyone hates you and loves me, and you’ll learn your lesson for trying to cross me. After all, who can say no to Princess Perfect?”

Gabriel sighs through his nose. Are all teens this dramatic?

Apparently, they are. Betrayal comes from those closest to home, because it’s Adrien that holds up his arms even higher, still staring Lila down. “You’re going to have to go through me if you want to hurt her,” he promises. “Marinette, get out of here! Run!”

Oh, for heaven’s sake—

Two things happen at once. Lila darts towards them, her whip lashing out directly at Adrien. Gabriel swears under his breath—why isn’t Adrien moving out of the way? Why is he so intent on protecting that useless girl? “Lila!” he barks through the bond, but the akumatized girl is too far gone. “Touch him and I’ll make sure—”

Gabriel trails into dumbfounded silence when Marinette shoves Adrien aside, grabs the end of Lila’s whip, and tugs the weapon straight out of the girl’s hands.

“You’ve gone too far,” she growls in a tone so chilly that it even reaches him. “Adrien, get out of here! I can handle her.”

Lila’s own shock lasts for a couple of times before she regains some of her composure. “You?” she sneers. “Handle me? Why, you pathetic—”

Adrien chucks a pencil case at Lila. It hits her cheek, and she whirls on him, enraged. At the same time, Marinette darts away from the window and slides behind the large wooden desk at the front. Gabriel, still watching the scene unfold, scoffs. So for all her big talk, she’s still nothing but a coward.

“Stand down,” he commands Lila once more. “Don’t you dare touch Adrien—what the hell?”

Lila seems to have noticed the source of his bewilderment as well, but it’s far too late. From underneath the desk, Marinette has lifted the thing—the giant, wooden desk—onto her shoulders.

Gabriel’s positive he stops breathing.

“Wait—” Lila begins. He sees it all through her eyes: Marinette braces herself for a moment and then throws it—throws the desk that a grown man shouldn’t be able to lift—right at Lila.

She doesn’t stand a chance. Lila goes down in a crash, pinned under the weight of Ms. Bustier’s desk that this small, petite girl had somehow bench-pressed and then chucked.

As much as Lila struggles, she is unable to remove the desk from on top of her. Given that his akumas have enhanced strength and she’s still incapable of lifting it, just how strong is Marinette?

Said girl in question stalks over to Lila. She plants a foot firmly against the overturned side of the desk and looks down at the girl trapped underneath.

Gabriel is certain that somehow, impossible as it sounds, Marinette is staring right through Lila’s eyes, through their connection, and into his own. His body freezes. His jaw locks. And for the first time in a very, very long time, Gabriel Agreste is absolutely terrified.

“Next time you try something like this,” Marinette growls, leaning in, “I won’t let you off so easily.”

With that ominous note, she snatches the necklace off Lila’s neck and marches right out of the classroom.

Gabriel remains frozen for a couple more moments. He isn’t certain if he still remembers how to breathe.

It wasn’t Ladybug nor Chat Noir that had foiled this plan. No, it was Adrien Agreste’s classmate, a girl who had previously annoyed him, that had single handedly defeated an akuma and scared him absolutely shitless.

What. The. Fuck.

***

“Adrien,” Gabriel says over dinner. “You know that girl you always talk about? Marinette Dupain-Cheng?”

His son looks up from his meal with a bright look on his face. Once upon a time, Gabriel would’ve been annoyed. Now, after reevaluating the girl, he comes to the conclusion that it’s best Adrien stays on Marinette’s good side. She’s probably more than capable of beating his son up.

“Yeah, Marinette?” Adrien echoes. “You know how there was an akuma attack today? Well, Marinette was actually there in the classroom with me when the akuma came for us.”

Gabriel is forced to play ignorant. “Oh? What happened?”

“Well, the akuma tried to attack us, and Marinette picked up a desk—you might find it hard to believe, and honestly I would’ve too if I hadn’t seen her do it—and threw it at the akuma. When Ladybug and Chat Noir finally showed up, there wasn’t even anything for them to do.”

Gabriel shifts in his seat. “That is… rather unbelievable."

Except he swears he can still feel the heat of Marinette’s glare, and is forced to accept that this is the reality he’s living in.

“Why did you ask about her, though, father?”

He snaps back into the present. “Huh?”

“Marinette—why did you ask about her? Wait, father, are you reconsidering hiring her? Did you finally look at the designs I sent you? This is amazing. I’m sure she’ll do amazing. Your stocks will rise. You’ll get more customers. Marinette’s basically a walking lucky charm—this will be the best decision you’ve ever made, father. I promise.”

He frowns at Adrien. “Don’t make preposterous suggestions. But yes— I am considering giving Marinette Dupain-Cheng a job at the company, perhaps an internship one of the senior designers. She’s very… talented.”

He thinks of the way she’d lifted the desk and flung it at Lila. Talented, indeed.

Perhaps talented enough to finally give him an edge against Ladybug and Chat Noir.

***

Marinette Dupain-Cheng is more than eager to come in for a so-called interview. Nathalie has done her digging on the girl: she’s made it pretty big quite a couple times already, in the fashion industry and has quite a few connections. Even if Gabriel’s motivations aren’t technically for the company, he has to admit that she has much future potential to tap into in the future. But for now, that’s not his goal.

She’s impeccably dressed when Nathalie leads her inside his study. Her eyes are positively shining when she beams at Gabriel. “Mr. Agreste!” Marinette chirps. “I’m so happy to be here. When Adrien told me you wanted to interview me for the job…this is such an amazing opportunity to be presented with, and I am so honoured.”

Gabriel exchanges a glance with Nathalie. She nods subtly.

“It’s my pleasure to meet you, Ms. Dupain-Cheng.” He rises from his desk and holds out his hand for her to shake. She does so.

It takes all of Gabriel’s self-control not to show the pain on his face when she grips his hand.

How the fuck is this girl so strong?

Thankfully, Marinette doesn’t seem to notice anything wrong. Gabriel draws back his hand and tucks it behind his back. It’s throbbing.

“So, Marinette.” He sits back down at his desk. Marinette is practically bouncing on the balls of her feet. If she were any normal person, Gabriel might’ve snapped at her to settle down, but after that show with Lila yesterday, he decides that it’s for his own good not to get on her bad side. He’ll just have to channel all his patience—for self-preservation, really. “I understand that you’re interested in interning at my company?”

She nods excitedly. “I’ve been designing for years, Mr. Agreste—I’m aware that I have a lot to improve on—”

“What I have in mind for you—” Gabriel pauses, realizing that he’d interrupted her. Hurriedly, he gulps. “Never mind. Continue.”

“I’m aware that I have a lot to improve on but I’m a very quick learner! I promise I’ll do my very best to help you and your company.”

He nods. “That’s good to hear. For now, I’ll… I’ll arrange with Nathalie what we can assign you to do in the company. And I have another favour to ask of you, if it’s not too much.”

Marinette smiles. “Whatever it is, I’ll do my best to help you!”

Nathalie had warned him to be careful with Marinette—one wrong move and he could be ousted as Hawkmoth. He takes a deep breath. “I have become aware that there are some bad influences around my son in school. You are friends with Adrien, yes?”

“Yes, and… bad influences?” Marinette frowns, shifting her weight. “Oh, yeah, there’s one in particular. Actually, I’m not sure if you’re aware, Mr. Agreste, but I’m glad you brought it up. You know that akuma yesterday? That girl’s name was Lila Rossi. She’s been hanging around Adrien quite a bit these days, and ‘bad influence’ barely covers what she does. And—oh! When I confronted her once about making Adrien uncomfortable, she told me she had a ‘friend in a high place’ that was backing her up. I think you might want to look into that too, Mr. Agreste. It was pretty worrisome, to be honest.”

Gabriel’s mouth has gone dry. “I… yes. Yes, I shall look into that too.”

Marinette rolls her shoulders. “God, if I knew who they were, I’d throw them into the Seine. How dare they.” Then her eyes widen. “Sorry, Mr. Agreste! I was just… um, I was just talking to myself. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s perfectly alright,” Gabriel reassures immediately, although it doesn’t do much to ease the chill that is travelling up his spine. “Then it’s decided? Nathalie will give you her contact information—you can send her your resume just for formalities, and she will organize the rest. And… be sure to keep an eye on my son at school.”

“I will!” Marinette chirps, ever so chipper. Behind that attitude lies the strength to lift the desk he’s currently sitting and crush him. And much, much more.

Nathalie guides the girl away. Gabriel is unable to breathe fully until she leaves.

He has to calculate this well, because he can’t afford to lose a potential ally like Marinette Dupain-Cheng. He’s already thinking—perhaps she would do well with the Peacock Miraculous, or the Bee Miraculous, if he can get his hands on it again. If—if he can somehow convince Marinette to help him with his cause, all of his other plans don’t even need to go into action. Ladybug and Chat Noir will never see this coming.

Nathalie returns. “Sir, your face is rather pale,” she notes. “But may I ask what that was about? You were… unusually lenient today.”

Gabriel clears his throat and straightens in his seat. “Never mind me,” he dismisses. “But first, I need to contact Lila Rossi as soon as possible to cut off all ties. Let her know she’s fired.”

“Is this because…?”

He allows himself a small smile. “You’ll see soon, Nathalie,” he reassures. “We’ve finally got the upperhand in this fight.”

Notes: i lost brain cells writing it, and i’m sure y’all have lost brain cells reading it.

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3am Friend - c. 01 - Topper Thornton

Summary: Topper and y/n have been in a “friends with benefits” relationship since September but the line between friendship and something more are already starting to blur.

A/N: This is basically four chapters: Fall, Winter, Spring, and Summer. Also it’s going to be a bit of a practice run at writing more smut for me lol. Also it’s smut like, right under the cut lol.

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What were you doing with your life...

You bit down on your bottom lip to stifle a moan as Topper’s tongue pressed against your clit, the cold tiled wall of the shower stall pressing into your back had your skin erupting in goosebumps, a contrast to the almost burning water that was hitting you. It was futile to bother concealing whatever noises Topper managed to pull out of you, the curtains of the shower stalls did little to shield their occupants from the rest of the communal bathroom, the plastic more often than not creating the perfect outline of whoever decided to use the showers. There would be no mistaking you, pressed against the wall, one leg tossed over Topper’s shoulder, his own figure silhouetted, kneeling in front of you with his hands digging into your hips.

If anyone did find you there was a 90% chance that they weren’t just going to let you off with a ‘sorry for intruding while some guy eats you out in the shower’ but any concern you actually had about the consequences of your hookup had died the minute Topper had joined you in the shower stall. Technically he’d texted you to come over to his dorm, he lived right off the main campus, close to your building, in a still operational fraternity house. He split a room with some guy who liked to stare but never actually talk when you came around. Yours was not a relationship of anything substantial. You’d hooked up with Topper at a party and exchanged numbers and, two days later, responded to a very obvious booty call at one in the morning.

“Holy shit!” You cursed, your voice coming out an octave higher than usual, fingers gripping Topper’s short blond hair. You could feel every muscle in your body tense as you tried to keep yourself upright, your other hand grabbing hold of the dial on the faucet in a desperate attempt to not completely fall apart as Topper sucked on your clit. He had moved one of his hands at some point, middle finger now moving rhythmically in and out of your entrance, working you through an orgasm.

When you came down, your muscles relaxing and you pushing back against the wall to keep yourself steady, leg slipping off Topper’s shoulder, he stood up. He caged you in almost immediately, moving as close as possible in the stall and kissing you, the salty taste of cum still there on his mouth. “That pad really comes in handy,” he teased, referring to the silicone mat you’d bought two weeks earlier to scrub your feet without trying to do a yoga pose in the shower.

You hummed, “I’ll leave that in my review on Amazon. Great for not bruising your knees.” When he kissed you again you smiled, eyes fluttering closed for a split second. This was the worst part. The part when you ran out of things to say and he would untangle himself from your arms and leave, promise to text you later.

It was the thing that your roommate had warned you about in the beginning that you had ignored.

“That’s like, not even friends with benefits though.” She had admonished when you told her for the first time that you had started this bizarre relationship with Topper. “I mean, you’re literally having casual sex with some rando guy that you hooked up with at a party. At a frat party. Do you even fucking know anything about him?”

“I know his name,” you had replied, rummaging through your closet to find something to wear to class, “and his phone number so I can booty call him.”

“Brilliant.” She snapped, “he could be some fucking weirdo axe murderer preying on college girls.”

You rolled your eyes, “he’s the same age as us.” You had never been one for casual sex in your life until this point and you weren’t sure why it seemed enticing now but you wanted to branch out a little. You’d gotten your first boyfriend in ninth and you’d stuck with him until August of this, your sophomore year of college. He broke up with you, claiming the distance between your school and his was too much for him to deal with.

It was your roommate that had dragged you to the party at the fraternity house, claiming that it would get your mood up after the guy you’d been with for the last five years decided he couldn’t do the 2 hour commute between your school and his. Three shots of tequila later and the blond you couldn’t take your eyes off of asking if you wanted to ‘go somewhere quiet’ were all the motivation you needed to put the past behind you and stop groveling over a guy who wasn’t even there.

Still, the fact remained, even now as Topper put his hands on your hips, looking at you through the mirror and kissing the back of your head, you knew that casual sex was not your forte. Not simply because you had never done it before but because you found yourself craving those small, just after when the bubble had broken yet and there was still some lingering affection, moments as much as you craved the sex. But you had both agreed, casual. Something to take your mind off school for a few hours, a stress relief. For you it was more than that. You’d never been the most confident when it came to sex or your body, all that self-love/self-care crap was wasted on you and your gnawing insecurities. Having casual sex was like constantly challenging yourself to be your most exposed and most intimate with someone who was still relatively a stranger to you.

“You know I think it was technically supposed to be my turn,” you mentioned, running the wide-toothed comb through your hair. You should’ve detangled in the shower except that wasn’t really top priority. What would you even say, ‘oh, would you mind not eating me out for a second so I can brush my hair’…you’d live with the awkward waves that dried in.

“I thought we switched.” Topper shrugged, pulling his sweatpants back on. His shirt went over his head and you involuntarily pouted at the mirror, there went the view.

“No, I said…this doesn’t technically count.” You replied, referring to the party three nights earlier and the head you’d given to avoid having actual sex on your period. You were at the tail end and you’d contemplated not going to the frat house at all but changed your mind at the last moment.

“Hey, if you’re offering, I’m not gonna turn you down.” He joked.

You turned to look at him, the mirror not sufficing as you stuck your tongue out playfully. “I have a test tomorrow, I have to study.”

“Come over, you can study in my room. We’ll hang out.”

“We are incapable of hanging out Topper.” You replied, grabbing your shower caddy and heading for the door. He walked right out after you, both of you ignoring the rather appreciative stare of one of the other girls on your floor.

“Not true,” he’d suffered a nasty break-up in high school that he gave no more background to other than to say she had cheated on him extensively. Casual seemed to be the best he could allow himself to do though you weren’t sleeping with anyone else and, as far as you knew, neither was he.

Your roommate looked up from her desk, rolling her eyes at the sight of Topper following you into your dorm. In the beginning of September, when this first started, it felt like you only ever disappeared at night. You saw Topper when he texted you and you might smile in the café but you never actively sought each other out. Now it was creeping toward November though, with Halloween right around the corner, and Topper felt like an accessory. He was always right there wherever you were, not that you were complaining. To anyone on the outside you looked like a couple but you both maintained the friends with benefits story.

“Oh look who it is.” Almost two whole months of him and your roommate still greeted Topper with a disdainful glare. She was fervent in her belief that the guy you thought was damn near perfect (if only he’d actually date you) was hiding some deep-seated flaw.

“Hey G,” Topper greeted, taking a seat on your bed as if he couldn’t tell just how annoyed your roommate was.

Geena and you had been thrown together after enduring a freshman year from hell. Her roommate from the year prior had been awful, like caging yourself in with some 00’s mean girl who only found satisfaction in watching you suffer. Your own freshman roommate had been neurotic about the dorm and constantly scrutinized whether your cleaning methods were sufficient. Geena was a blessing, you got along well, hung out all the time, had become fast friends in the short time since the beginning of the semester. Topper was the only thing you didn’t agree on. She thought it was unhealthy, that it would only lead to heartbreak.

“You can’t have casual sex with a guy for three years…people already think you’re dating. Some girl I don’t even know asked me if I could get her into a Phi Sig party next week cause my roomie is dating one of the guys.” There was a new reason almost daily with Geena, like she tore away a new page on the calendar and it offered up cons to your relationship with Topper in lieu of a word for the day.

“I can ask for her.”

“Oh my god, that is not the point.” She snapped.

You sighed, “I don’t really care if people think we’re dating.”

“Why?” She asked the question so smugly you already knew where she was going with this. And you knew why it didn’t bother you that people thought you were dating, why you sometimes even fanned that flame.

“G-“

“No, tell me why? People usually keep that shit quiet so they can hook-up with other people too. So why don’t you care?”

“Because if people think we’re dating…they won’t try to date him.” You shrugged, practically mumbling the last part. You hated that she knew that off the bat, that she could tell that you liked him so much in such a short span of time. And you knew she had a point to all her antagonizing. You had been in too deep since two weeks into September when he told you that you looked pretty in something your ex always said made you look fat.

You held the seam of your towel shut as you rummaged through the set of plastic drawers underneath your bed. Geena had done the bed on risers thing for optimal storage and you had followed along, semi grateful for the added space since both of you seemed inclined to transport your entire bedroom with you. Topper’s foot nudged your side as you got closer to him and you looked up, matching his smile when you caught him staring at you. You were sure Geena was sitting behind you rolling her eyes.

“Guess I’ll go grab something to eat.” She announced, as if your very presence had worn her down.

“I’m just getting changed, I think we’re heading over to Topper’s.” You replied, looking back over your shoulder at her.

Geena scrunched her nose and stood up anyway, “still would rather not be here while you got dressed so I don’t have to pretend like I can’t see this one leering at you.” She shot Topper a look of contempt as she passed. If it was real, if he asked you out and he was really, actually, your boyfriend, Geena was positive she’d have no problems with him. He seemed like alright and he certainly made you happier and more confident than she’d seen you in the beginning of the year. But she hated the thought of you getting hurt and didn’t want to be just sitting on the sidelines watching it happen.

“I don’t leer.” He joked, turning back to you once she was out the door, “I don’t leer.”

You didn’t answer, instead grabbing your underwear out of the top drawer and pulling them on once the door was shut. The first time you had ever gotten dressed with Topper around you’d made sure that you were obscured from view, still too bashful and self-conscious of the way that you looked without clothes on. There was still that split second moment when you doubted yourself, when you thought about maneuvering your towel to hide your body from view, as if after two months Topper might suddenly look at you and decide he didn’t like the softness of your stomach or the width of your hips or any other imperfection you could find.

You pushed through the voice though, dropping your towel and getting dressed. When you reached for the bralette your tossed on the bed beside him you realized he was looking at you. “G might have a point, maybe I should turn around.” You teased, his eyes snapping up to meet yours.

“I’m admiring the view.” Topper replied, not at all embarrassed at being caught.

You rolled your eyes, pulling your bralette on and adjusting your boobs until it sat right. “I don’t even know why I’m putting this on,” you mentioned, grabbing his sweatshirt to pull on over it, “I should just stop wearing underwear to your room and then I won’t ever lose it.”

“You lose stuff? Whose wearing my hoodie right now?” He asked, grabbing the edge of the hood to pull you closer to him.

“Your room has swallowed three of my bras...the nice ones too. Or Will like, took them.” You said.

If there was some kind of formal set of rules that you and Topper had ever thought to draft, kissing outside of actually having sex with each other should have qualified as a major no. But nothing of the sort had ever been discussed and now, Topper leaned over, stealing a quick kiss before he got off your bed. Maybe now didn’t count as a ‘just friends’ moment though since technically you were heading back to his room, presumably to have sex. To finish what he’d started when he showed up seconds before you got a shower.

“What would Will need your bras for?”

“To masturbate over? Who knows...all I’m saying is, I wear bras to your room, I never seem to leave with them.” You replied.

“I promise I will find all your missing bras today, okay?” He grabbed your lanyard off the hook, keys and wallet all in one place, pulling the door open for you. “Wanna grab pizza later?”

You chewed on your bottom lip, waiting a beat to answer him. Grabbing pizza meant, inevitably, hanging out after. Becoming friends was unavoidable, there was no way that either of you could have navigated sleeping together without some sort of relationship forming. So far it was only friendship, or at least that was all either of you were willing to let it be. Anything more than that meant an actual romantic relationship forming, something you wanted but were determined not to let yourself even entertain the idea of.

“Fine but not from that place by Barnaby's.” You replied, pushing the door open and stepping out into the quad with him. The local bar was always teeming with college students and the last thing you wanted was someone recognizing Topper, because everyone always seemed to recognize Topper, and invite the two of you in.

“We’ll just get it delivered.” He shrugged.

The first time you met Topper, enough to tequila to not make you totally embarrassed as you danced with Geena in the main room of the Phi Sig frat house, you had laughed when he told you his name. It was a combination of the heels you borrowed from another girl on your floor and the alcohol that had you losing your footing, catching yourself in time not to smash your whole body into a coffee table, and landing on the couch beside Topper. He was taking a sip of beer and looked relatively startled when some almost drunk girl fell into the spot next to him.

“Sorry!” You’d shouted over the bass as you tried to undo the straps of the heels that you were sure were also guilty of twisting your ankle.

When he introduced himself two sentences later, “I’m Topper” you couldn’t resist a good dad-joke and smiled at him, “but I hardly know her!”

“Amazing.” He had been less amused by the joke than you were though he didn’t really seem bothered by it, at least not bothered enough to move on because he stayed on the couch for three more turns of the conversation before asking if you wanted to talk elsewhere. You were sober enough to know exactly what he meant and obliged because you were still kinda pissed at your ex and you didn’t want this year to pass the same as last year had, with nothing but school work to show as a passing of time.

At least you’d have a good story to tell.

Highschool you had a healthy apprehension of frat houses and the people who lived in them. You’d seen enough episodes of CSI, Law and Order, Veronica Mars, and any other crime show that existed in the early 00’s to know that frat houses were breeding grounds for terrible things. Your parents had even attempted to sway you from going to your first-choice college simply because the greeks still existed on campus. You could only imagine what they’d think now, knowing that you had spent more time in Topper’s room than you had in your own in the last month at least.

Frat houses might’ve been sordid in your mind but so far, your reality of this one was exactly what it looked like on the surface, a bunch of guys living together with limited supervision. You still stuck to Topper whenever you were inside but you’d never had a problem with anyone in there and you rightly assumed that most of them just figured you were his girlfriend.

“Will told me he wants that TA position next year, with Prof Berkley.” You mentioned, flopping back onto Topper’s bed and tilting your head so you could look over to the empty other side of the room that belonged to his roommate. Aside from staring at you too much and possibly stealing your bras, you still had a hunch that Topper was just messing with you and had them stashed away somewhere, Will was alright. You were both in the same area of study, pre-law, and he had told you days earlier that he was gunning for the same TA position with your advisor as you were.

“I don’t know anything about it.” Topper replied, kicking his slides off and climbing onto his bed with you. The countdown in your head started now, hopefully soon you would be naked.

“Yes, you do because I literally told you about it at breakfast.” You pointed out. He’d texted you that morning to get coffee with him and you ignored Geena when she told you that sex-friends don’t get coffee together. “I said I was applying for the TA spot because it’s a massive opportunity.”

“Sounds like something I don’t have an opinion on.” He said, rolling over so that he could kiss you. “Enough chit-chat.”

“You’ve got a one-track mind Thornton.” You joked, moving your arms above your head as he pulled his sweatshirt off of you.

“Well can I interest you in getting on that track with me?” He replied, lips brushing over your neck as he spoke. You hadn’t bothered to put on any makeup before you left your dorm, you hadn’t even bothered to dry your hair all the way. But who were you to worry about things like that when Topper was pushing your bralette up over your head.

You jerked slightly, wriggling around on the bed when the fabric got caught half way up your arms, binding them above your head and covering your face, Topper taking advantage of the moment and sucking one of your nipples into his mouth, tongue swirling around it as you arched your back into him. “Topper!” You whined.

He hummed, pulling away from you to take the bralette the rest of the way off and tossing it off the bed, “sorry, couldn’t resist.” He said, smiling at you as if he truly couldn’t resist. The thought made butterflies erupt in your stomach.

You didn’t let yourself have the moment though, pulling him in for a kiss the moment he had untangled you, hand on the back of his neck as you ran your tongue against his bottom lip, biting gently as you pulled away. Topper held himself up on one elbow, his other hand pushing passed your sweatpants.

“Always right down to business,” you teased.

“What do you want me to take you out first?” He was joking, you knew that, but the way he said almost sounded like he truly would take you out if you wanted him to. But then what would this be, if you had dinner before you hooked up.

“Some foreplay would be nice.” You kept the conversation light, the way you always did, and he laughed.

“I thought the shower was foreplay.”

You would’ve answered, thought of something witty to make him laugh again, but he had pushed your underwear to the side, fingers pushing passed your folds to brush your clit. He made the same satisfied hum that he always did when he realized that you were wet, like a quiet pat on the back. His middle finger circled your clit, a barely there shudder of nerves setting off in your stomach as you moaned.

“I was supposed to,” you managed as he shifted further down the bed and you realized what he was doing.

“We have plenty of time.” He promised, pressing a kiss to your stomach.

Topper hadn’t seriously dated anyone since his break-up with Sarah. Kelce told him constantly that he was putting too much on that relationship, as if it was the holy grail by which to rate every other relationship that he had. And maybe he was allowing himself to be too scorned by something that lasted little more than a summer but he couldn’t help it. Topper was nothing if not a hopeless romantic and that had felt like such an idealistic time in his life until it all inevitably crashed around him.

He tried casual hook-ups before you. A few girls from high school that he knew that made it practically impossible for the casual to still exist alongside the hook-up. College was easier but freshman year had been mostly dedicated to rushing the fraternity that his dad and grandfather and great grandfather had all rushed before him. Then he met you at a party in the beginning of sophomore year and he told himself it was casual but he knew that this was far from it.

You weren’t anything like Sarah and maybe he had done that on purpose. Specifically slept with someone that didn’t remind him of anyone back home as some way to separate himself from that part of his life. To fully embody the frat boy, jock, life he was trying to live through. He figured it would just be a onetime thing and then maybe a sometime thing but now it was most definitely an all the time thing. Kelce told him that he should just ask you out but Topper felt like he was in too deep already.

This was supposed to be strictly friends with benefits, if he crossed that line and you said no he would be crushed.

“Topper,” you moaned, bringing him back to the moment. You shuddered as he pulled his fingers out of you, placing a kiss just below your belly button. When you tugged at the short blond hairs at the back of his head he shifted, letting you lead him back up so that you could kiss him.

You had told him specifically that it was your turn, as if he really cared about taking turns at all. “That’s the whole point, isn’t it? You don’t have some fussy girlfriend bitching about giving you head.” Rafe’s colourful comments about the situation had been largely ignored but Topper knew, less crudely, he was right. The whole reason the two of you had started this was for sex of any kind and you had been the one to suggest taking turns.

“My ex wasn’t very forthcoming with praise. He always told me I was kinda shitty at sucking dick so, maybe it’d be kinda nice to practice.” It’s been a colourful sentiment, one you had felt oddly comfortable sharing with Topper when the two of you first sat in his room discussing the arrangement.

And while he wholeheartedly disagreed with your ex-boyfriend, Topper just liked being the one to give. He liked that moment when everything overwhelmed you enough that you let go and stopped worrying about if you looked attractive in a certain position or if your thighs were too big or if you had any unwanted rolls. That split second between overthinking and not thinking at all was powerful and Topper liked being the one who caused it. He liked the way you looked in his bed, biting your bottom lip to keep quiet so other guys in the house didn’t hear you. The way your hair tangled just from laying on your back. He could list a million things, every one more obscure, less noticeable, than the last because he felt like when you were around all he could do was pay attention.

“Hey, quit daydreaming about Hailey Bieber-“ you teased as Topper’s movements slowed down, his lips brushing languidly against your collar like he was in some lethargic trance.

He squeezed your side, baring his teeth to nip at your neck, scraping them across your skin and making you laugh as you turned your head towards his. That lazy smile you got was there, eyes hooded as you watched him, the moment passed and he leaned in to kiss you again. When he broke away it was only to grab a condom from the box on his dresser.

Topper pushed your legs apart, settling between them. He slipped one hand beneath your back, guiding it into an arch to bring your chest closer to him, mouth finding one of your breasts. His tongue pressed against your nipple, swirling around it as you dug your nails in the sheets beneath you. He looked up at you, eyes hooded, as he pushed you back down against the bed. “God,” he breathed out, “you’re so fucking gorgeous.”

You grabbed the back of Topper’s neck, pulling him into a kiss, slower than the ones before, more tender. Your other hand moved down between your bodies, finding his dick, enjoying the way he moaned against your mouth as you guided him in. Despite the orgasm he’d given you in the shower you still felt that stretch as he pushed in, kissing across your jaw and sucking a bruise into the space just behind your ear.

You would never tell Geena but somewhere between quick hook-ups and longer nights together your ‘just casual sex’ had turned into something else, something far more meaningful though neither of you would acknowledge it.

Instead you just held onto him, nails scratching a trail down his back as he found a rhythm, Instead, you just held onto him, nails scratching a trail down his back as he found a rhythm, hips snapping against yours. The sound of your panting breath and his grunts filled the room; you bit your lip to stop yourself from moaning when Topper’s fingers dipped passed your folds to massage your clit.

“Oh god, Topper,” you whined, turning your face enough to press your cheek into Topper’s pillow, the faint smell of his cologne hitting your nose. You breathed in, always a fan of the subtle musk.

“Does that feel good baby?” His lips brushed your ear as he spoke, words barely registering over the sensation of him. You opened your legs a little further, lifting your knee and hooking your leg over his back. The angle seemed to give more depth and his movements picked up speed. His fingers circled your clit faster as he continued to whisper words of encouragement to you. A quiet “come on baby, I know you’re close”.

“Are you?”

His comment had seemingly brought you just out of the haze enough to ask him if he was close. You knew you were, he knew you were, and you wanted him to be there too, just on that edge with you. As he pulled out you clenched around him and when he pushed back in it felt deeper than before, that all too familiar groan of satisfaction leaving his lips as you guided him back into a kiss. He didn’t answer your question, instead taking the opportunity to kiss you, tongue working it’s way into your mouth and dragging across your teeth. You found your grip on his hair, tugging hard enough that he jerked his hips in retaliation, hitting so deep you felt yourself go off that edge, his motion become erratic as he followed, smoothing your scream with another kiss, biting your bottom lip as he pulled away.

There was always a moment of frenzy in the beginning when you first started hooking up. You would rush to grab your clothes, partially because you felt the need to leave when the act was done and partially because you didn’t want him to linger too long on your body. You were a temporary fix for a problem he didn’t feel like dealing with on his own, he wasn’t responsible for making you feel good about yourself. He wasn’t your boyfriend, he wasn’t obligated to tell you that you were beautiful or lavish any compliment onto you at all, not that your ex had ever been willing to either. You didn’t stay, for the first few weeks you trudged back across the lawn from the frat house, back to the dorms, and snuck in. But things had changed by mid October and what was once a booty call at one in the morning when he couldn’t sleep was now you going over for pizza and a study session that turned into an afternoon spent in his bed.

“What time is Will back?” You asked, sitting up as Topper came back into the room with two water bottles. There was still that awkward moment just after sex, as if neither of you knew how to leave behind the intimacy of the act and return to normal life. Like you were both waiting for the other to admit that maybe just friends wasn’t really what you wanted at all. So he disappeared downstairs to get water and you pulled your underwear and his sweatshirt back on, leaving the bra somewhere on the floor.

The empty other side of the room served as a poignant reminder that time alone was only ever temporary.

“Not sure,” he shrugged, “he’s been talking about some girl on campus that he’s dating. Won’t reveal her name apparently, he’s convinced Fitz will try to fuck with them if he finds out.” His fraternity brothers were not the same as hanging out with Kelce and Rafe every day but they weren’t the worst substitutes for entertainment. Fitz was the head of the house, a senior whose greatest claim to fame was being party to a wildly controversial radio-show that amounted to nothing more than some white guys imitating Rush Limbaugh and the Douche from Parks & Rec. He said dumb shit just to piss people off and had an unappreciated proclivity for trying to ruin any relationship one of his brothers found themselves in.

Will was always an easy target for him though he’d set his sights on you a few times, assuming like others did, that you and Topper were dating. You had never mentioned it to Topper, Fitz was gross and you were looking forward to his inevitable graduation at the end of May.

“Fitz totally would,” you replied. Last year you existed on no one’s radar. You hadn’t so much as gotten an offer to go out on a date with someone and yet this year, all because of Topper, you were sure, it felt like everyone in his circle seemed to pay attention to you in some way. “He told me he prank called Will’s mom two weeks ago pretending to be the on campus nurse for a bit on his radio show.”

Topper looked up from his phone and the pizza he was ordering, frown etched onto his features. “When did you talk to Fitz?”

“His econ class is right down the hall from my 12:30 poly sci class…he always ‘walks with me across campus’ in case I get mugged apparently.” You laughed, “I think he just does it cause he knows we hang out.”

“I didn’t know he was talking to you.”

You shrugged, Fitz had been goading you for weeks but it wasn’t anything that felt harmful. Just some mind-numbingly dumb conversation about parties and girls and his radio show and how hot he apparently thought you were. “It’s not a big deal, if he was bothering me I probably would’ve said something.”

“Right,” Topper still looked miffed despite having no reason to be. You weren’t interested in Fitz and, even if you were, what say did he have over it. That old familiar feeling crept in though, the one he recognised as the same one that the plagued him after Wheezie told him that Sarah had cheated on the boyfriend before him only to find out that she had cheated on him with John B. When he looked over you were pouting at him, “what?”

“Your room is so cold.” You replied, pulling the sleeves of your sweatshirt over your hands as if that was an indication of the frigid temperature. The old house lacked insulation in most of the rooms, Topper’s being one of them.

He rolled his eyes, climbing back into bed with you, the momentary worry subsiding. You weren’t his girlfriend but in that moment, as he pulled the blankets around the two of you, guiding you back down to lay with him under the covers, he could have fooled even himself about the relationship. He held his arm out in front of both of you so that you could see his phone and the menu for the pizza place.

“I’ve been really in the mood for pepperoni.” You mused, not bothering to look at the screen and opting instead to tuck your face into his bare collar. Your hand slipped down from his chest and Topper grabbed your wrist before you could make it to his briefs.

“Pizza first,” he said, “you’re already getting sleepy.”

“It’s cause I’m cold.” You insisted.

He turned to place a kiss on your forehead, “pizza.” He reminded you again.

Halloween weekend creeped up and, before you knew it, Phi Sig was decorated and advertising a Halloween haunted house party for everyone on campus. Geena was going home on the actual night of to trick or treat with her sister but she agreed to go to the party with you that weekend. She loved a good party and any excuse to dress up.

When you weren’t spending time with Topper, and sometimes when you were because he had a tendency to hang out just to hang out (the friends side of the benefit), you and Geena marathoned episodes of Supernatural. And it was at her coaxing that your Halloween costume became an homage to the show and your favorite character. A semi-loosely interpreted Dean Winchester, complete with a flannel over your black tank top and the mark of Cain crafted by Geena using her best fx makeup skills. You wore cut-off jean shorts with your hiking boots, showing off the legs that you were usually self-conscious about. Geena was Cas, sticking a little closer to the actual costume though she made a few alterations.

“I gotta ask…” Fitz said, coming up to the two of you the moment you were in the door, as if he was the greeting committee.

“I’m Dean Winchester.” You explained, “G’s Cas.”

“You dressed like a guy for Halloween?” Fitz clarified. “I was hoping for something that showed a little more…” he made a motion with his hands to indicate that the little more he wanted to see were your boobs.

“I have the obligatory sexy cat costume but that’s…” you looked passed Fitz’s shoulder, eyes landing on Topper down the hall chatting with some friends, a smile instantly lighting up your face, “that’s for his eyes only.”

Fitz looked behind him, catching sight of his frat brother and rolling his eyes before turning back to you, “yeah well, if Thornton’s not appreciative then you know where to find me.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” you laughed, stepping around him. Geena had broken off already, heading for the keg that had been set up in the corner. When you started down the hall Fitz found someone else to antagonise, leaving you to vie for Topper’s attention, not that it took you much. Just walking up had him breaking his concentration to look at you, the smile automatic. “Hey,” you greeted as he hugged you, keeping his arm around your waist as he brought you into the conversation.

“Hey, you look great.” He praised, offering you some of his beer. Topper’s costume was best described as JFK yachting in Hyannis. He looked like a preppy New England white boy and you suspected it was all clothing he already owned thrown together differently. There was always that slight air of prep to him though college and a growing collection of hoodies were slowly eating away at that.

“Thanks, I feel a little out of place,” you joked, noting a girl down the hall that was wearing a mock up of Amanda Seyfried’s bunny costume from Mean Girls. “Though I do have a costume change saved for later.”

“Oh yeah,” that smile was a full blown mischievous grin and you wondered for a split-second how down he would be to ditch the whole party and take you to his room. “Does it involve these clothes on my floor?”

“You’ll just have to wait and see.” You teased.

You had been stressing over the purchase of a costume that could’ve been more accurately described as lingerie since it arrived at your dorm a week earlier. Did friends with benefits buy lingerie sets specifically for showing off? You weren’t sure where that one fell on the line but you were positive you were crossing into territory that was reserved for girlfriends. But even with those doubts, just the thought of Topper seeing you in something that was just for him to see you in somehow made you unable to pass up the opportunity.

Topper groaned, pulling you closer to him so that he could press his forehead into your neck, “baby,” his voice sounded almost close to whining and you ran a hand through his hair. He nipped at your exposed collar before lifting his head again to look at you. “How long am I supposed to wait?”

“One track mind, I’ve said it before…I’ll say it again.” You laughed, trying not to think about the way this felt so much like a relationship, pulling away from him but taking his hand, “come on, I wanna get a drink.”

He followed you to the makeshift bar set up by the keg, refilling his beer while you ladled a generous helping of jungle juice into your cup, trying to fish as many sour patch kids as you could to add to it. You were drinking mostly to calm the nerves that were bubbling up. Geena would be gone Halloween night and the whole next day because she didn’t have classes and you were thinking of inviting Topper to stay over. Regardless of the hour or the amount of time you spent together afterward, the post-coital bliss always came to an end and one of you always left the other. Even if you got breakfast the next day there was a stretch of time that existed between the night before and the morning after where you were nothing to each other but bodies.

“So, Geena’s going home on Halloween, I thought maybe you could come over,” you suggested. That part was a given.

Topper looked almost confused that you were asking, “yeah, figured we’d end up hanging out anyway.” He replied.

“Well…” you worried your bottom lip between your teeth for a moment, “I was thinking, she won’t be back til the next day…like, at night, and I thought, maybe you’d wanna stay over.”

No. There was a voice in the back of his head, the logical one who knew that crossing the most obvious line, the one where he stayed and you woke up together, was a turning point that he wouldn’t be able to come back from. It was bad enough that he had let this become something that bordered on being a relationship to anyone looking in on it, but letting himself pretend like it was…he wasn’t sure he could come back from that when this all ended.

“Yeah,” he said, quieting the logical side of his brain, “as long as you wear this ‘something else’ for the duration of my stay.” It might be a bad idea but who was he kidding, he was so far gone he’d accidentally referred to you as his girlfriend when he was on the phone with his mom just the day before.

That smile returned to your face, the one that was so sly yet excitable at the same time, the perfect juxtaposition of innocence and deviousness, “Well, I was gonna wear nothing but-“

“Nothing works for me.” Topper replied, using his free hand to hook his fingers through your front belt loop and pulling you toward him so that he could kiss you. Definitely not friends with benefits, but you’d both keep pretending until one of you cracked.

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surprises- pt 2 | mat barzal

back for part two! thanks for the love on part one! i would like to highly encourage you all to watch how i met your mother, which is referenced in this chapter, and is one of the all time greatest tv series (with one of the all time worst endings-does it count as spoilers if its this old??)

anyway, enjoy part two💜

part one

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Mat rolls back into town a week after you’ve confirmed the results. So just when you think you’ve got your panic under control, you and Molly catch him walking out of his apartment as you’re walking out of the elevator back toward yours, and the panic flares up immediately.

“Hey!” Mat grins, walking faster to meet the two of you at the elevator, where Molly is holding the door for him. “Missed you guys!”

“You too!” Molly says, when it becomes clear that you’re incapable of speaking. “How was home?”

“Good.” Mat smiles. He looks lighter, happier, as relaxed as he always does upon his return from home. You almost laugh when you realize it won’t last long. “But it’s great to be back.”

“Always is, right?” Molly smiles.

Mat nods. “Yeah, and not just because you two won’t be killing my plants.”

“Oh shit!” Molly slaps her mouth over her hand and you freeze, eyes wide. In all the panic, you two had totally forgotten to even attempt to water, let alone replace the plants in his apartment.

“Oh shit is right!” Mat laughs, used to this particular brand of chaos from you and Molly. “Usually you guys at least pretend like you’ve done work and buy new ones! What happened?” You look down, avoiding his gaze completely, and Molly coughs out a string of words you’re certain aren’t English and definitely aren’t a real sentence. “Oh shit, did something actually happen?”

“Do you want to have dinner with us tonight?” Molly blurts.

“Molly!” You cry.

“Okay, never mind?” She hesitates.

You sigh. No, her first thought was right. It’s best to just rip the bandaid off. “No, tonight’s fine.”

Mat’s giving the two of you a weird look-well, actually, it’s directed mostly at you. Like he’s finally noticed you refuse to meet his eyes. “Is everything okay, you guys?”

“Yeah,” Molly assures him. “We’re good!”

“YN?” He asks hesitantly. “Are you okay?”

“Yep.” You squeak, eager to go take some deep breaths away from his presence. You’ve got some thinking to do about this evening. “All good.”

Mat eyes you skeptically, but shrugs one last time. “I’ll see you guys tonight then.”

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Around fifteen minutes before Mat is due to arrive at your apartment for dinner, Molly pulls on a sweatshirt and starts to make her goodbyes. “Well, hit me up if you need me; Brian says his offer to beat Mat up still stands.”

“You’re leaving?” You ask incredulously, from the kitchen, where you’re filling a bowl of chips to snack on before pizza arrives.

She gives you a look. “I mean, do you really want me here?”

“Yes!” You huff immediately.

Molly presses harder. She knows you too well. “Really?”

You sigh. “No.” It’s definitely something you want to do on your own. Just you and Mat.

“Right.” She laughs. “I’ll come as soon as you call.” She promises, reaching out to hug you supportively. “If you want me back tonight, I’ll be here!”

“Thank you.” You squeeze her one last time and then let her go.

The next fifteen minutes rival only the time you spent waiting for the line to appear on that first pregnancy test you took just over two weeks ago on how high your anxiety is. UberEats buzzes your phone, notifying you that your pizza has arrived, so you slip down to pick up dinner, noting the slightly open door of your apartment when you come back up and pausing for a minute before entering yourself.

Mat’s arrived. This is it. No going back once you step inside.

“YN!” A voice that is decidedly not your neighbor’s shouts the second you walk in the door. “Aw man, and you’ve got pizza? A woman after my own heart!”

You freeze in the doorway as Mat slugs the arm of his teammate. Anthony Beauvillier just laughs. “Sorry.” Mat apologizes. “Just for his everything. I figured you guys wouldn’t mind if he came though.”

“Heh.” You say, unable to articulate a real thought. Under literally any other circumstances you wouldn’t have minded Tito being here. But now? This second?

“Where’s Moll at anyway?” Mat asks, looking around.

You realize that you’re still frozen in the doorway and start to make your way toward the two of them slowly. “Uhh she’s uhh at Brian’s.”

Mat frowns, like he’s trying to place his name. “The guy all over her Insta?” You nod. “Rude. Invites us over for dinner and then ditches us?” He pulls out his phone and starts texting. “I’m going to give her so much shit.”

“Heh.” You say again, looking for any subject to move on to. “Should we eat?”

“Fuck yeah, I’m starving.” Mat says, throwing his phone down after finishing his text.

You try to smile at that, try to keep things as normal as you can as the three of you make small talk while you get plates and pizza. You’ll just tell him later. Tito will go home and you and Mat will talk at the end of the night. Or tomorrow. You’ll go over first thing in the morning and tell him if you need to.

You’re so distracted by this thought you don’t even notice Tito. “Beer?” Mat nods and Tito chucks him one from the fridge. “YN, catch?”

“No thanks.” You say nervously.

Tito shrugs but when he comes over, he’s got two bottles in his hand and he slides one over to you. “Which one?”

“Uhh.” You hesitate. This was not how you wanted this to go down. “Neither.”

Tito laughs. “I’ve never seen you turn down a beer! What, are you pregnant?” He jokes.

There’s absolutely nothing you can say to that so you bury your face in your hands, unable to face Mat, who’s now choking on a very poorly timed sip of beer.

“Holy shit!” Tito mutters repeatedly. “Holy shit, holy shit.”

And it’s that that finally gives you the strength to look up at Mat, tears in your eyes. “I’m so sorry.”

“Get out.” Mat gestures to his best friend, voice still sounding absolutely wrecked from minutes of choking.

Tito’s already moving before he even says it. He’s got his beer in one hand and grabbing one of the pizza boxes in his other and practically running from your apartment. From the silence between you and Mat you can hear the door to Mat’s place slam shut and then Mat, who hasn’t taken his eyes off of you since you looked up at him, opens his mouth to speak, but you cut him off. “I’m so sorry.” You repeat and then the damn breaks, the sobs coming uncontrollably.

Mat’s arms wrap around you, pulling you close the second he gets over to you. He presses soft kisses into your hair and holds you closer and closer but you’re fairly certain that he’s crying the same as you are the entire time.

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It’s hours before you can lift your head again and you only know that because it’s dark outside your window. Mat has, apparently, moved the two of you to your living room couch at some point, because his arms are still wrapped around you and you’re both lying comfortably on the couch, instead of collapsed into his arms from the chair. He doesn’t seem to notice your arrival back to Earth, one hand just gently moving through your hair, and so you take a shaky breath and start. “Please don’t be mad.”

“Mad?” He sounds incredulous and his hand stops moving for a second, but just before you have time to mourn the loss, picks right back up. “I mean-” He lets out a deep breath. “How could I be mad?”

You shrug. You’re pretty sure you’ve hit every emotion on the spectrum since you found out, including anger, and you tell him so. “I’ve been a bit of a wreck for the last couple weeks.”

“Well I think you’re allowed to be.” Mat replies. “But weeks? Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“About two.” You tell him softly. “I really didn’t want to tell you over the phone.”

He’s silent at that. “You could’ve...I don’t know. Told me to come home, or something. I would have been on the first flight back.” Yeah, he probably would have; you’re almost certain of it. But the time to process the news yourself was needed, whether you knew it at the time or not. “I’m sorry you were going through this by yourself.”

“You’re here now.” You tell him. “That's all that matters.” He drops another kiss into your hair. “And now we can talk about what to do going forward.”

He freezes. “What uh. What do you want to do?”

You pick your words carefully. “I want you to know that I’m not holding you to anything. Really! I just wanted you to know-

“I’m going to be here.” Mat cuts you off.

“Okay, but you don’t-”

“YN.” Mat says, maneuvering himself so he can look at you. “I’m serious. I’m here for this, all the way. You’re in, I’m in. Whatever you want to do. Okay?”

You nod. “Okay.” You repeat.

“Good.” He smiles at you, the first time since the news dropped, and you hesitantly return it.

“Brian did threaten to beat you up if you weren’t in, so I guess it’s good you’re sticking around.” You poke him.

“Skinny little Brian, all over Molly’s Insta?” You nod. “You don’t think I could take him?”

You shrug. “Won’t have to find out, will we?”

Mat laughs, lying his head back against the pillows and pulling you close again. “I’ll find something to throw down with him, don’t you worry.”

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Your first official check up with your OB/GYN has you feeling so much better about the baby thing in general. Anxieties eased with your questions answered, you text Mat a picture of the ultrasound on your way home, captioning the picture we have a cherry.

“Where are you?” He demands, when he calls you less than a minute later.

“Walking into the building.”

“You went without me?” He sounds hurt, legitimately so, not like he’s faking it for the dramatism, and it occurs to you that maybe you should have let him know what was happening. But there were just so many weird things changing with you; you just wanted to be able to fire off questions to your doctor about everything.

“I’m sorry.” You suppose you could have just kicked him out of the Q&A portion of the day. “Really. I just-you can come next time, I promise.”

“I want to!” Mat says quickly.

“Are you home?” You ask. “I can come over right now.”

He is, so instead of going over to your place, you bump over into his, where he is, unshockingly, playing some video game with Tito. Mat shuts it off the minute you enter though. “Hi.”

“Hi.” You laugh, sitting down in the chair across from them, delighting in the look on Tito’s face as he looks between the two of you.

“I guess...I’m going...to go.” He says slowly, making no moves to stand.

You fight back a laugh. “Tito, d’you wanna stick around?”

“Yes!” He grins at you immediately. “How’s our little girl doing in there?”

“Our?” Mat parrots. “What do you mean our? What role did you play in this?”

“Godfather, obviously.”

“Oh, you think?” Mat grins.

“Actually, right now, you are one of five people who does know about this.” You tell Tito. “And I’d like to keep it that way until we get a chance to tell some other people we need to.”

His eyes light up. “Can we call ourselves Team Baby?”

“You can call yourselves whatever the fuck you want as long as you keep it between us three, Molly, and Brian until 12 weeks and you don’t get those stupid fucking t-shirts made, alright Ted Mosby?” He’s already texting; you’re sure he and Molly are already in plans to make shirts.

You look over at Mat, laughing at his friend, but Mat’s just eyeing you carefully. “You’re okay?” He asks. “Everything’s good?”

You nod. “Right on track.”

Mat nods, looking more pale than you’ve ever seen him, and he breathes out a deep breath. “Right. So we’re having a cherry then.”

“Next week, it’ll be a strawberry.” You inform him.

That does absolutely nothing to decrease the worry on his face.

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therainroguefanfiction · 4 years

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📱 Find Me (Tooru Oikawa) #8; He Knows

📑 Table of Contents | ◂p r e v i o u s

Author’s Note: I feel like I’m slowly getting more story based opposed to text message based ;_; Tell me what you guys think? Do you prefer more story over pictures or do you prefer more pictures and less story??

Shoutout to @janellion for helping me bounce around ideas for this series, it means the world to me. Go follow them if you’re not already, they are precious! <3

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The lunch bell rang and you darted from the room before Watari even had a chance to register it. Ever since he had confronted you and you had run into Oikawa in the hallway, you had been going out of your way to avoid everyone and, thankfully, you had found the hidden staircase that led to the roof.

Well, it wasn’t really hidden perse, but it was in a spot that wasn’t easily seen unless you were actively looking for it. You had taken advantage of this, hiding up on the roof every time you were free from class. At first, you took to hiding behind the large AC unit toward the back of the roof, just in case someone else happened up there, but after a couple of days without seeing a single person, you started to relax.

You slid down the AC unit, letting your head fall back to look up at the sky. It was a baby blue with only a couple stray clouds slowly making their journey onward. It wasn’t extremely hot, but it was definitely warm, especially without any coverage from the sun.

Every time you had a problem that you were incapable of figuring out a solution to, you would go to your cousin for advice. He very rarely had anything to offer you, since he was just as anti-social as yourself, but talking to him always made you feel a bit better about whatever you were going through, so you decided to message him. Like always, though, it would probably be a while before he read the message, far too wrapped up in the mobile game he had recently become obsessed with.

After sending the message, you pulled up Spotify, plugging in your headphones before putting your playlist on shuffle. Your eyes slid closed as the music started to pump through your ears, your foot tapping in time with the song.

·.¸¸.·♩♪♫ Now Playing: Mags Duval – Stay Lonely ♫♪♩·.¸¸.· 0:05 —◦———————————————————— 3:59 🔀 ◁◁ ▐ ▌ ▷▷ 🔁

As the beat pulsed through your body, your lips forming the words silently, you felt the tension releasing from your shoulders and, for a moment, you forgot about the situation you had found yourself in.

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“…Oikawa, what the fuck are you wearing?” Iwaizumi stared at the third-year with a blank face, dreading whatever answer the male was about to deliver.

The brown-haired male quirked a brow as he turned around, dressed in camo from head to toe, looking as if he had just stepped off the set of Duck Dynasty. Though he was still wearing his school uniform, he was now wearing baggy pants over it, held up by thin suspenders. A camo jacket, two sizes too big for his frame, covered his back and arms, left unzipped. To top off the look, he was wearing an army hat atop his head. “Is it not obvious?”

“…”

“I’m going on the hunt to find someone! What better way than to wear camo? They’ll never see me coming!”

“You’re a dumbass,” Iwaizumi rolled his eyes before turning around and walking away.

“How rude, Iwa-chan!” He pouted, his cheeks expanding. The other students also looked at him strangely, wondering why he was dressed like that. Even one of the teachers stopped to scold him for not wearing his uniform properly, but he just flashed one of his charismatic smiles and promised to get changed, but he had no intention of doing so, at least not right away.

Being the perceptive little shit that he is, Oikawa knew that Watari was holding back information, so his first stop was to the second-year’s classroom. Upon entering, the younger boy was quite literally left speechless as he looked upon his captain, wondering if he was on drugs.

Oikawa met his eyes, palms smacking onto the tabletop. “You know who F/N is, don’t you?”

Watari frowned as he looked to the left, his eyes falling onto your empty desk. He hadn’t missed the way that you were suddenly avoiding everyone. He knew that you were a relatively anti-social individual, but now you seemed to be taking it to an extreme degree and he was partly to blame. Oikawa followed his gaze to the empty desk but said nothing, returning his eyes to the younger male before he could notice.

“Sorry, I don’t think I should say…” Watari frowned, a bit scared of what his captain would say in return. To his surprise, though, Oikawa simply nodded his head, his face a blank mask to hide what he was feeling.

“I respect that.” Straightening his back, the third-year turned on his heel and exited the room, but he wasn’t done. Not by a long shot. He stood outside the room, hidden just beyond the door and he waited. From the angle he stood at, he was hidden from Watari but the empty desk was directly in his line of sight. He tugged down the brim of the hat to cover his face.

No one expected Oikawa Tooru to be dressed in such a crude way, after all, so no one suspected it was him whose face was hidden, least of all you.

You waited until the last possible second before heading back to class, the bell ringing just as you turned the corner. In your haste to get there before the teacher, you failed to notice the creep decked out in camo by the back door of the room. Oikawa recognized you, of course. Not only had you scared him half to death upon first meeting him, but he had also nearly pushed you down the stairs the other day in his haste to avoid his fans.

Now that he was thinking about it, you had been carrying manga when he ran into you. His eyes widened as he watched you scurrying to the very desk Watari had been looking at.

It was you.

He had found his friend.

His lips parted but before he could move, the teacher appeared in front of him with a scowl upon her youthful face. “Oikawa-san, what do you think you’re doing out of class? And in that ridiculous get-up, no less! There’s a dress code for a reason, young man.” She huffed, her hand on her hip. “Detention after school. Do not be late.”

His mouth opened and closed much like a grounded fish as he tried to form a coherent thought, but his mind was reeling with thoughts of you, the person he had been so stubbornly searching for, and you were right there, just a few feet away.

“Well? What are you waiting for? Get to class!” She ordered.

Oikawa had no choice but to obey, casting one last look at you before doing so.

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You missed a lot of things, especially if someone was being subtle, but being so anti-social made you more aware of the people around you and what they were looking at, despite the fact that they rarely ever looked in your direction. So when Watari spent the rest of the day after lunch looking over at you every few seconds, you started to feel quite weary. Not only did you not like the attention, but you also didn’t like the thought that he was planning something that had to do with Oikawa.

Your eyes shot to the clock above the door. Five minutes until the end of school. It was now or never. Your hand shot into the air, making Sasaki-sensei pause what she was reading.

“Yes, Y/N-san?”

You stood up, face twisted as you held a hand over your stomach. “I feel sick, may I please leave early?”

She frowned, glancing at the clock. “I suppose so. Do feel better.”

You nodded and quickly grabbed your bag, rushing from the room. You could feel Watari’s eyes following you, which only made you run faster and you didn’t stop until you were safely outside the gate of Aobajohsai. The bell rang in the distance and you ducked into the alleyway, deciding to take the less scenic route to your home.

Thankfully, this isn’t some cliche story out of an anime, so you made it home without coming across a single person you knew, which was fairly easy since you could count the people you knew on just two hands.

Your mother raised a brow when you stepped into the house, looking suspicious and out of breath, the door slamming loudly behind you. “You’re home earlier than usual,”

“Wasn’t feeling good,” you mumbled, kicking your shoes off.

“Oh dear, you’re not getting sick are you?” She fussed, rushing over to you to rest her hand against your forehead, but you only scowled, taking a step back.

“I’m fine, I just wanna go to bed.”

“Fine, but if you’re not better in the morning, you’re not going to school!”

As you trudged up the stairs, that didn’t seem like such a bad idea. ‘I’ve never wanted a cold so bad before. No, wait, the universe works on reverse psychology, doesn’t it? In that case – no, I don’t want a cold! Tomorrow is important, oh please fate, don’t make me sick tomorrow with a cold that keeps me out of school for, say, a week or two!’ You paused outside your bedroom door, as if waiting for the universe to offer a reply, but the house remained silent.

With a sigh, you entered your room, falling onto your bed.

Bzzt, Bzzt.

You winced at the sound of your phone buzzing within your bag, pleading with every deity you could think of that it wasn’t Oikawa messaging you again. ‘Oh, Ken finally replied.’

You frowned at the screen. Several minutes passed by in tense silence before you got another notification saying that you had been added to a group chat by Kenma. The group chat, titled ‘Help my idiot cousin‘ consisted of Kenma, yourself, and another boy named Kuroo. You had never met the boy, but you recognized the name instantly as your cousin’s childhood friend. Why had he added him?

You were scared to find out.

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canumoveurseatup-no · 5 years

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Pop-pop’s Babysitting Chronicles

Part 3 of the Honeybee Series!!

This part was requested by: @blueoz

Don’t forget you can request what you would like to see in this series!!

Summary: You and Bucky took some time for yourselves and went on a little vacation. Annalise wants pop pop to babysit and this is just a peak into the Babysitting Chronicles

WC: 2.5K

Pairings: Tony x OC!Granddaughter ;Bucky x Black!Stark!Reader; Bucky x OC!Daughter (paternal obviously); Avengers x Black!Stark!Reader

Warnings: none, it’s all fluff and cuteness this time!!! (Jk just a tiny bit of angst if you squint)

A/N: I’m so glad y’all enjoy this series and everything else I write!! I can’t thank y’all enough for the support! If YOU LIKE IT, PLEASE REBLOG AND COMMENT IT MEANS A LOT!!

“Dad, you know her bed time is 9:05 on the dot,” you were literally making a list for him and he waved you away.

“That is such a specific time,” he waved you off

“It’s really 9. But she spends so much time with you, and picks up your vocabulary so she just loooves grace periods because ‘pop pop always says it’, so I say 9:05,” you handed him the list which he throws away right in your face and picks Anna up and kissing all over her face causing her to giggle and squealing.

“Dad! You might need that list,” You exasperated.

Tony just rolled his eyes at you yet again and look at you dumbfounded.

“Y/N. I raised you for crying out loud. I’ve watched my granddaughter plenty of times. Just because it’s an extended period this time doesn’t mean I’m incapable,”

You sighed and nodded your head, “I’m only worried because she’s not like other kids, dad. She has super strength and we have yet to see if she can do what I do and I just want her to be safe,” Bucky came in the kitchen with your bags ready and Tony nodded.

“Sweetie, you were two when you started Shadow traveling, I think I can handle my granddaughter for a few days,” he kissed your cheek and patted your head, “You worry too much. Relax. Have fun”

“Okay okay. Don’t let Sam or Clint get a hold of her during their football marathons. We don’t want a repeat of when she was a newborn,”

“Fun times,” he looked up at the ceiling and sighed happily.

“Dad!,” You swatted his arm and he just laughed at you.

“Mama, I’ll be okaaaaay. I love spending time with pop pop. He lets me in the lab with him and fly around in a mini suit he made for me,” Anna admits

“You weren’t supposed to tell her that!!,” Tony whisper yelled. Anna covered her mouth and muttered “Uh ooohh”

You wore a worried expression on your face and whined, “That’s it, we are not going anymore,”

“The hell we are! Babe, we need this and you know it,” Bucky came up to you and held your hand, “That’s her grandpa, she’s gonna have adventures with him. You forget that she can barely get hurt. And when she does it goes away quickly. She’ll be fine,” Bucky’s words calmed you down some and he looked to Tony.

“Don’t forget, her Honeybee Scouts tea party is Wednesday at 1:00 to 2:30, she was in charge of the cookies and napkins. We’ll be back later Thursday,”

“I keep up with my Honeybee and her tea parties. I got this tin man, now go so I can fuck shit up with my granddaughter,”

“DAD!!”

“Oops,” Tony tried to keep the smile from appearing on his face but there was no point. He pushed you and Bucky to the elevator and pressed the lobby button for you, “I raised you just fine. I can handle a mini you all over again. Have fun and be safe,”

You sighed and kissed Anna all over her face and she giggled while pushing you away, “I’ll miss you guys but gooooo! I love you, mama,” she grabbed your face in her little hands and kissed your nose. “Papa” she raised her arms up and he picked her up effortlessly.

“I love you, papa. You two better make it back safe,” she waved a finger in his face sternly with a frown.

“Yes ma’am,” Bucky’s eyes glowed at his daughter before kissing her cheek and the elevator dinged.

Everyone else had already said their goodbyes and kept it short knowing you’d be back in like, less than week. You were supposed to have left like an hour ago, but you being the worry wart you were, you stuck around and lectured your dad about how to watch his granddaughter when he’s done it millions of times. You were lucky you were using one of his jets or else you’d be screwed.

Anna climbed out of his arms and went to into Tony’s, wearing a big smile, and they waved back at you two as the doors closed, “we’ll try not to eff too much shit up!” She smiled

“ANNALISE LILLIAN STARK-BARNES!!!,” you and Bucky’s yelling could be heard through the closing and descending doors.

Tony shook his head and told her to watch her mouth, “Watch it, don’t want your parents to beat my butt for you repeating me,”

“Oopsie, sowwy,” she smiled sweetly.

“Now... what do you wanna do first? Prank wars or help pop pop on one of his projects?,”

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She picked pranking first. She had painted Sam’s wings periwinkle with glitter and literally wrapped all of Clint’s weapons in gift wrapping paper.

They ended up pranking Steve as well by adding pink hair dye to his already pink shampoo.

“TONYYYYY! ANNAAAAAAA!!!!,”

Anna and Tony hid away in a secret passageway in his lab and laughed their butts off, “He’s gonna be even more upset when he finds out his suit matches,” Anna’s hands covered her mouth as she was hysterically laughing.

“WAIT UNTIL I FIND YOU BOTH!!,”

“We got an angry old man on our hands!!” Tony laughed even harder. Anna took her pop pop’s hand and led him to the lab after a while of cracking jokes and hiding.

“I wanna fix some stuff up. Mama and papa won’t let me in here any other time,” she immediately took some wire cutters and working on a panel for his suit, “you still haven’t put this in your suit, pop pop?,” she asked

“I left it fo you, I didn’t wanna finish it if you started it. This is our thing, I wanted to leave something for you to work on when we finally got back in here. Plus, whatever you did right, I can’t figure it out to continue,” he booped her nose and she scrunched her face up at him while giggling.

“You just had to readjust the digitizer and reboot the program. The white wire was also in the wrong circuit. You had to switch it with the orange one,” she was so nonchalant as she worked. He stared at her in awe as she continued to split wires open and rework them.

“What do you wanna do when you’re a big girl?,”

“I am a big girl, pop pop,” she sassed. He threw his head back in light laughter and shook his head.

“I mean when you’re a bigger big girl,”

“I want to work for NASA,” she simply stated.

“Really?,” he became intrigued as he worked on yet another project.

“Yes, the ESD to be specific,” she took a pair of tweezers to work with the wire, “That’s the Earth Science Division in case you didn’t know,”

“I already knew that, Honeybee,”

“Hey, I’m just making sure!,” she shrugged, “I want to focus on climate change to be even more specific. There are a lot of human related causes and Earth is hurting. So I want to help fix her up. Not just put a bandaid on her and turn my back on her, I want to cure her pretty much,”

“You are definitely my granddaughter,” Tony adored how smart she was. He adored her drive for things and how sure she was of her future plans. You and Bucky raised her right.

“You think I can do it? You don’t think that’s something only boys can do? Like with space and stuff?,” she paused for a second to look at her pop pop and he frowned.

“Of course not. You can do whatever the hell you put your mind to. Did someone tell you that you can’t?,”

She huffed and nodded slowly, “Queen Bee Eurena, our new scouts leader, said that stuff is only for boys. But you all always taught me jobs don’t discriminate, it’s the people in charge that do,” she continued working on the panel but she didn’t realize how pissed Tony had become. How dare someone tell his granddaughter that she can’t do something just because she was a fucking girl?!

“Ya know... I know a guy who works at the ESD,”

Anna slammed the wire cutters down on the table, “YOU WHAAAAT?!,” she screamed.

“One day I’m gonna let you meet him. Let him know there is someone special who would be a great asset to the team. I can even get you a tour of the place,”

“NO WAY!,” she squealed, her little braids with beads clashing together to make noise.

“Yes way!!,” Tony gave her enthusiasm right back.

“But I wanna work for it! I don’t wanna get the job just because I’m your granddaughter. Trust fund babies do that,” she said.

“Honeybee, it’s okay. I know you’ll work so hard that you won’t even need me to put in a good word,”

She nodded and told him to lean down so she can kiss his cheek, “I’ll always need you, pop pop,”

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“Honeybee! Do you have your sash?,” Tony called from down the hall as he packaged up the expensive cookies and napkins. Tony has to go all out.

“I can’t find my crochet patch!,” she called back.

“In your room, by the your crafts box!,”

“Found iiit!,”

He heard the pitter patter of running feet, “I need help,” she pouted.

Tony took a knee as he pinned her crochet patch on her sash, “We’re gonna have to sew this on,” he mumbled.

She pointed to a patch on her sash, “I can do it! I was the first one to get the sewing patch. Up next is the worker bee patch!,” she exclaimed.

“You got this,” he fist pumped her and picked her up as well as the bag of cookies and napkin. “Off of the beehive we go!,”

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Tony sat back in the picnic chair and sipped his lemonade as he watched Anna run around the park with her best friend Adora. They were connected at the hip and they defended each other like sisters. It was a great friendship to see.

“A-are you new?,” a tall lady came up with the same uniform as Anna, “Queen bee Eurena, transferred to this hive like a two weeks ago” she held her hand out.

“Tony Stark and yes I guess you could say I’m new. Anna is my granddaughter, her parents usually attend but they’re on vacation,”

“Oh she is such a pleasure to have!,” Eurena clapped, “She works really hard and helps everyone, everyone loves her! I bet she’ll make a great nurse someday,”

“Nurse?,” Tony frowned, “Anna doesn’t want to go into nursing. She’s a NASA nerd,” she chuckled.

“Yes, well we try to teach our girls to have attainable goals,” she nodded. Tony took his sunglasses off and really looked at her like she was stupid.

“NASA is totally attainable!,” he exclaimed, “I’m not sure what you taught your previous hive but this hive doesn’t belittle their bees’ dreams,”

Eurena frowned at Tony and put her hands on her hips, “Well sure but that’s no place for a lady. Especially a wonderful one like Anna,”

Tony was mind boggled. This woman was really talking out the side of her neck.

“I can do whatever the hell I put my mind to!!,”

Tony and Eurena turned around to see Anna looking up at her with a frown, “What you have been teaching us goes completely against the Hive dynamic and beliefs! How dare you put me in a box! I will not be put in a box!,” Anna kicked Eurena in her shin, everyone heard a loud crack and Eurena cried out in pain. Tony swooped in to pick her up.

The other families gathered and agreed with Anna. This new Eurena woman was teaching these little girls that they need to be on a short leash.

“I will be contacting your superior,” Anna best Tony to it, “Let’s go pop pop,”. Tony walked over to the table and grabbed the rest of the cookies that hadn’t been opened yet and put them in the bag before storming off. It was a domino effect. Once Anna and Tony left, everyone else started to leave.

No wonder Eurena transferred, she clearly didn’t do too well with her other hive.

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“Dad, she kicked the woman in the shin, fracturing it! In multiple places!” You screamed, “Not only that, she cursed, dad. In public, at her scouts party with other kids!,”

“I’m not arguing with you about this, Y/N. She stood up for herself! That’s what we all taught her! To believe in herself and not let anyone belittle her potential,”

“Tony, that’s not what we’re getting at,” Bucky sighed, “It’s the fact she kicked a grown woman in her leg. We teach her not to resort to violence, because only we know how strong she is,

“That’s why I was worried in the first place. That’s why I didn’t want to leave,” You rubbed your temples and Anna came into the kitchen.

“She was mean to me and you don’t even get it!,” Anna fumed, “She was talking to everyone like that. Telling them they couldn’t be scientists or crime scene i-investigators, or surgeons! She was telling us we would be good teachers or nurses or receptionists!, clearly there’s nothing wrong with that but she swatted our arms away when we reached for more and that’s not fair, mama!,” her bottom lips started quivering and she was shaking in anger, “not fair!”

You looked at her and sighed, you did always tell her to never let anyone talk down to her, that she was more than what anyone ever said, you guess she just had enough of this woman in her short time knowing her that she acted out. You kneeled down to her and saw how she was controlling her breathing as best as she could.

“You’re doing a great job with your breathing, Honeybee,” you whispered, you taught her breathing techniques when she got worked up, “I’m sorry I was yelling but you know we don’t condone unnecessary violence,” you rubbed her cheek.

“I understand, mama. But she frustrated me more than I’ve ever been and... and I couldn’t help it,” she slapped her hands on her thighs in frustration, letting out a loud groan that worried you.

“Buck,” you called over your shoulder. Bucky came up behind you and lifted her in his arms and she let it all out.

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to hurt her, I didn’t!,” she clenched her fists in his shirt and he rubbed her back, “Pop pop stood up for me. He believed in me and I just acted out,”

Tony came over and tapped her shoulder, making her turn her head to look at him as she cried, “We all believe in you. But I must admit the kicking and swearing is wrong, okay? We’ll even apologize but I’ll be damned-,”

“Dad!,”

Tony cut his eyes at you and sighed, “We’ll apologize but I won’t allow that woman to be around those little girls taking to them like that,” he glared at you and you flicked your eyes to Bucky who agreed, “Now give me my Science bee,” he made grabby hands and Anna gave him a watery smile while moving into his arms.

“We are sorry,” She said to you and Bucky. You both gave her a kiss and a stern reminding that she can’t go around kicking people who offend her (even though you both are guilty of that.)

“You’re fine. Just make sure you apologize for kicking her. But not apologizing for verbally defending yourself,”

Anna nodded and Tony carried her to the lab to set up a date to tour NASA and the ESD.

She kissed his cheek and smiled, “Told you I’d always need you,”

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Pop pop Tony defending his granddaughter warms my heart, and we love Anna no matter whose shin she fractures!

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barlieandthescouts · 4 years

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Dameon Reid High School Headcanons

beanies and hoodies for days

also wears a shit-ton of flannel

one of the "artsy kids" in a subtle way

really good at realistic drawings

like, awesetruckingly good for a beginner

prefers to paint or draw cartoons though

doodles with sharpie on his jeans all the time

makes friends surprising easily, especially with the weirder kids

dropped in on play rehearsel once because he was bored, and they took a liking to him and dragged him in

he once auditioned for a musical as a joke but got the lead part

he dropped out because he never really wanted to act

he runs tech for theater though, and helps the theater kids run their lines

hes been to every single show (front row) that he didnt run tech for

he painted a set backdrop once, and the art teacher took notice to him

art teacher occasionally leaves art college pamplets on his locker but he ignores them because he doesn't think he'd get in

makes friends with half of the freshmen

is somewhat of a young parental figure to the freshmen

the young gay freshmen flock to him because they sense hes an accepting person idk

he punches anyone who makes fruity comments about the gay kids

the douche who make fun of charlie went home with a broken nose

when he was a freshie he made friends with quite a few seniors and some sohphomores

but not the juniors

most of the juniors didnt like him

they were stuck up anyway

he was sad to see his senior friends go off to college

acts like a golden retriever on crack during class

hes super hyper and always tapping his foot or his pencil,

or doodling in his jeans

jokes around with his teachers a lot

typically the jokester of the classroom

his teachers are half humoured and half annoyed by his ability to literally never shut up

his favourite class is lunch

besides lunch, (and arts) gym because he doesnt have to sit still

likes most of his teachers, and most of his teachers tolerate him

theres that one teacher-cop who hates him with a passion and always waving detention slip in his face

but its okay, the feelings mutual

typically ends up in the principal's office at least once a week for ridiculous reasons

"he was running in the halls!"

"yes, miss, but in my argument i had to take a huge dookie that just could not wait"

skips at least one class a day to chill and relax

some days more than one

some days all of them

sometimes bruno joins him when he skips class

when he skips alone he heads down to the corner to grab a pack of gum or a candy bar and a diet coke (he doesnt always pay but that doesnt matter too much) and heads down to the river to skip rocks

never has a pencil

like seriously, never, is usually scrambling to find one at the start of class or right before a test

makes jokes during class and often talks over the teacher to joke around

doesnt get the best grades due to him having a hard time paying attention

started track due to a teachers suggestion

gets out all his extra energy after school during track

has the state record for the 500 meter dash

almost got the state record for the 100 meter hurdles but sprained his ankle just before he reached the finish line

half the theatre troup and most of his freshie friends are there to cheer him on every meet

the track team have an ongoing rivalry with the soccer team

the soccer kids are stuck up and think they’re better and can run faster

once the track teams scheduled a race with the soccer kids (without their coaches knowing)

it was a race along the old Quarry Street, across the river, onto the dirt Rocky Road then back to the intersection where Quarry, Rocky, and Fletcher Ave meet

five players from each team represented

one of the track kids snagged two of the passing baton things for the race

dameon was the anchor

the fourth runner on the track team wasnt doing so well, so the soccer team was slightly ahead

once the running baton was passed to dameon he left the soccer kids in the dust

the soccer team is still salty and say the track kids cheated somehow

helps his sister study for her tests and quizes, and she does the same in return

literally has an incapability to be embarassed

puts himself in “embarassing” situations for fun and others amusment

has gotten embarassed a grand total of 4 times, 3 of those times in front of his crush

his hardcore crush on Mari

has liked her since prolly the first grade

in upper elementary he poked her with a pencil a lot for no reason other then to get her attention

he carried her books through the halls and home for her

heck, hes even thrown his jacket down onto a puddle for her to step over

he doodled her all over his notebook covers

one summer he grew his hair out to mid-neck lengh, and although she secrectly liked it Mari made fun of it

she got disappointed when he cut it

he forgot to study for a science quiz once, and on the questions he didnt know he just wrote Mari’s name

Dameon got disapointed when Mari started dating one of the douchebags on the baseball team

once in the locker room during gym class, he heard Mari’s boyfriend make a douchy rude comment about her

he punched him

a fight escalated and the gym teacher and Carson had to pull them away from each other

Dameon may have left with a black eye, but the douchebag left with a broken rib

Mari got mad at Dameon, until the rumour on why the fight started reached her

she broke up with her boyfriend after that

he asked Mari to every middle school and high school dance he could

when she finally said yes to his junior prom proposal, he fell backwards in his chair out of shock

he was more excited that day than ever

he showed up at her house that night with the most beautiful daffodil for her

she pinned it in her braids

they skipped the end of prom to drive down to the river

they spent the rest of that night sitting on the hood of the car, Dameons lettermen track jacket and his arm wrapped around her

these are all trash but i hope you liked them

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Something’s Gotta Give

Pairings: Chris Evans x Reader

Style: One-Shot

Warnings: Angst, language, smut!!!!! (NSFW, 18+!)

Word Count: 3K

Summary: You’ve been filming Infinity War over the past 8+ months and for whatever reason, you cannot stand the sight of Christopher Robert Evans. But on a cold winter’s night, stuck in a cabin for “mandatory bonding”, you and Chris work out your issues...physically. Includes cameos of our favorite super-dorks Seb, Tom, Scar & Mackie!

A/N: OK, so Chris is a bit of an ass here. But there’s always been this small little part of me that thinks he has a dark side... he can’t be fluffy and loving all the time, right? ;) I also haven’t written smut in like YEARS so please don’t come @ me just enjoy, OK? Also, dedicated to the love of my life @dolangram because she inspires me daily to be a better writer and also just a better person. ILY forever <3 Enjoy! (Gif not mine)

You couldn’t stand him. Literally, every single thing he did put you on edge. Every time he breathed. Every time he spoke. Every time he laughed so fucking hard he clutched his chest and threw his beautiful blonde head back, unable to breathe. And now, here you were. Stuck with him for a full 24 hours in a snowed-in cabin. What. The. Hell.

“Oh this is going to be such fun.” You hear Tom say from the corner of the room, rubbing his hands together after setting his bags down on the floor.

“Whose idea was it to do this again?” You mumbled, more to yourself than to anyone in particular.

“Cheer up, doll, it’s the last time we’ll all be together like this for a while. It’s supposed to be fun.” Your best friend grinned at you, slinging his bulky arm across your shoulders and ruffling your hair.

“Seb!” You grunt at the weight of him, shoving him off you. “Knock it off.”

“I think this one’s incapable of having fun.” Scarlett’s voice rang through the lodge, smirking at you.

You rolled your eyes at her. “I’m perfectly fine. It’s someone else you have to worry about.”

“What’re you whining about now? Lodge not nice enough for ya?” You heard Chris say, a smirk on his face as he plopped down on the couch. It was late already, and the exhaustion of the long drive to the cabin mixed with a few too many beers in Seb’s car made you clench your jaw, glaring at him.

“The lodge is fine.” You say through gritted teeth, “You, on the other hand-“

“Alright, Alright. Knock it off, you two. We heard enough of the bickering on set for months and months, give it a rest.” Mackie chimes in, joining Chris on the couch. Behind Mackie’s back, Chris sticks his tongue out at you and you return the gesture by flashing him your middle finger. He laughs softly, shaking his head.

“This problem would have been solved months ago if you two had just taken my advice.” Seb commented, shoving a handful of pretzels in his mouth as he, too, plopped onto the couch across from Mackie and Chris.

“We’re not sleeping together.” You and Chris say at the same time in a bored, unamused tone.

Seb shrugged in response. “I’m just sayin’.”

“Oh look, finally you two agree on something.” Scarlett commented, settling in on the floor in front of Chris. She leaned back against the sofa, cracking open a beer as she did so.

“It’s a miracle!” Mackie half-shouted, also cracking open what must have been his sixth beer of the night. “Let’s play a game.” Or was it number seven?

The collective unit (Tom, you, Seb, Chris & Scarlett) groaned.

“Not this again.” You say, gently shoving Seb on the couch so you can sit next to him. Leaning against the arm of the couch, you sprawl your legs out over his lap. He shifts slightly, but comfortably accepts you and lets his arm rest across your shins once you’re settled. You smile at the warm gesture.

“Yeah, remember what happened last time we played a game?” Seb said, lazily playing with a loose string on one of your wool socks.

“Dude, no one needs to remember that.” Chris responded, running a hand through his blonde hair.

And you weren’t sure if it was the alcohol running through your veins, inhibiting you from making a sound decision, or if it was out of pure spite for the man comfortably relaxing across from you that you loathed so much, but you wanted to disagree with him so badly, that your mouth spoke before your brain caught up.

“I’m in, Mack.”

“Yes!” Mackie shouted, giving an air pump as the rest of the group groaned again. Chris shot you a glare and you just grinned, feeling on top of the world.

It wasn’t until after four exhausting rounds of “Never have I ever” and “charades” did Mackie finally feel at peace, and had dozed off on the couch. Tom and Scarlett had already retired for the night, which left you alone with two other snoozing boys - Chris and Seb.

You glanced up at the clock - three a.m. - and gently wriggled out from under Seb, who was snoring softly against your hip.

“Jesus, you’re heavy.” You mumble, pulling yourself out from under him quickly, trying not to wake him. You surveyed the room; Mackie passed out with a beer in his hand; Chris’ arms folded across his chest, head resting on the back of the sofa; and Seb sprawled out on his stomach, arm hanging off the side. You smiled to yourself; even though one-third of the trio on the couch was a shitbag, the other two made your heart happy. Safe. Calm. You had finally found people who you would be friends with forever - Tom and Scar included - and that was irreplaceable.

Not feeling tired, you grab a blanket off the floor and slipped on your UGGS, opening the door slowly so as for minimal creaks, and shut it softly behind you. The cold air licked all around your face and fingers, and you shivered as it engulfed you, wrapping the blanket tighter around your shoulders. It was beautiful outside, snow blanketed every crevice of the property you were staying at, and the mountain could be seen just in the distance. You walked to the side of the porch, which had a closed hot tub, and stepped up onto it, sitting down and leaning against a wooden beam, admiring the view.

You weren’t sure how long you’d been there, and you might have stayed for much longer if a voice hadn’t made you jump.

“Oh! Sorry, I didn’t think anyone was out here.”

Chris.

You peered back at him, resisting the urge to roll your eyes at his mere existence. He had a grey, fitted under armor sweatshirt on and black sweats, his hair ruffled from falling asleep on the couch. Dare you say it, he looked almost cute; with his hair no longer perfect and his voice all gritty and deep from just waking up.

“It’s fine.” You say, turning your head back to the view, clutching your blanket tighter to your frame.

“Well, er, mind if I join ya?” You shrug in response, and Chris chuckled. “I’ll take that as a yes.” Before you could say anything, Chris climbed on top of the hot tub, sitting a few feet away from you, legs crossed, staring out at the snow. Neither of you spoke for several minutes, not wanting to break the unspoken peace that rested comfortably between you.

“It’s just so peaceful out here, you know? It’s like I could hear a mouse tip toeing through the snow.”

“That would be impossible.” Chris retorted, and you threw him a look. “But I get where you’re comin’ from.” He said quickly, not wanting to irritate you.

“Why do you always have to undermine me?” You ask - although there’s no malice in your voice, just general curiosity.

“Why do you always have to be a pain in the ass?” He asked back, locking eyes with you.

You paused, allowing your eyes to truly meet his for the first time in weeks. They were a beautiful blue; even in your hateful tirade you couldn’t deny that. Against his grey sweatshirt and the white of the snow, they seemed so much warmer than usual. Your hand twitched slightly in your lap, which you ignored.

“It’s just my nature.” You respond quietly, not breaking his gaze.

“Just tell me what you find so repulsive about me.” He says in a low voice, blinking slowly. Is it just you or was he getting closer? You swear you could smell his cologne even though he was still at least a good foot away from you.

“Where do I start?” You joke, though Chris only smiles at you. A beautiful sight now that his face is adorned with that Infinity War beard that he loved to sport so much. You secretly preferred him with a beard, but he never needed to know that.

You take his silence as permission to continue, “Well, let’s see, you’re arrogant, loud, rude, selfish, and cocky.” You tick on your fingers, exaggerating slightly.

“All of those words could be easily spun into something positive, you know.” He responds, leaning slightly towards you. “See what I hear is: confident, charismatic, and self-focused.”

“Oh look at that, cocky again.” You snort, rolling your eyes. Whatever trance you felt before between his beard and ice cold eyes snapped, and you felt your body relax again. Finally, back to normal. You broke eye contact with him and let your head rest on the post, looking out onto the snow.

To your surprise, Chris just laughs again. “If you keep rolling your eyes at me like that, they’re gonna get stuck there.”

You resisted the urge to roll them again, “It’d be a much better view than your face.” You didn’t really mean it, but the words slipped out before you could stop them. “Shit, that was meaner than I intended. I’m sorry.” You say quickly, glancing over at him. Chris’ demeanor has changed; his body is no longer relaxed, playful. He’s much more charged, and has a dark look in his eye.

“You know, you never asked me what I find so repulsive about you.” He began, and your heart picked up its pace, a blush creeping up your neck as you waited for what felt like an eternity. “You’re a fucking bitch, Y/N.” He finally spat.

Your blood grew cold, and it had nothing to do with the temperature outside. Everything went still. It was as if time had stopped. You blinked a few times, processing the malice that dripped through his words. He had meant it. Chris never said anything he didn’t mean. Ever.

“And you’re a fucking dick, Chris.” You responded, so softly that Chris almost had to strain to hear it. You stood, climbing down onto the porch and hurriedly making your way towards the door.

“Shit.” Chris mumbled, scrambling to his feet, “Y/N, wait, I’m -“

“Don’t bother saying it, Chris.” You said loudly, spinning on your heels to face him. He was closer than you had anticipated - much closer - and you found your face inches from his. You sucked in a breath, scooting back to get away from him but your butt hit the side of the house. There was no where for you to go unless you could magically walk through walls like Vision.

Chris sighed, running his hand across his face before resting it against the wall of the cabin, just to the left of your head. You tried to make yourself as small as possible to distance yourself from him but it was to no avail. He was much bigger and stronger than you, and though you would have been able to maneuver yourself away if you wanted to, there was a part of you that wanted to see how this would play out.

“I don’t think you’re a bitch.” He finally said, his face hovering just above yours.

“You literally just -“

“You’re infuriating. Insufferable. Loud. Obnoxious. A know-it-all-“

“Wow, Chris, I’m so flattered.” You interrupt him, placing your hand on his bicep to shove him off you. He instead brings his hand to your waist, shoving you gently against the wall, pinning you there. Though the blanket is still in between the both of you, you can feel the heat from Chris’ large hand burning through it, piercing your skin.

“I wasn’t finished.” He growled, his eyes locking with yours once again- searching for something, anything that would give him a clue as to what was going on in that beautiful head of yours. “You’re also gorgeous. And smart. And kind, and incredibly thoughtful, with a sense of snarky humor that is obnoxiously charming.”

Your head was spinning, “Wait, what?” You asked breathlessly, taken aback. Every scent of his was consuming you - soap, a hint of alcohol from the many beers consumed just hours ago, mint, and vanilla. He smelled... warm, almost. Comforting. Like fresh sheets.

“You heard me.” He said, and he leaned in closer, his lips just inches from yours, his mouth parted slightly. You glanced from his eyes to his lips, something buzzing in you that was different than the annoyance you felt before - was it... attraction?

“Chris, I..” You trailed off, unable to find your words as you found yourself swimming in his deep blues.

“Just be quiet for five seconds in your life.” He commanded softly.

“That’s impossible, I-“

“Oh, for Christ’s sake.” Chris interrupted you by planting his mouth firmly on yours, closing the distance between you two. Your brain stopped for a moment - what the hell was happening?

Your body felt differently, however, and without thinking, you found yourself kissing him back, your arm snaking its way behind his neck, gripping onto him for dear life. He pressed his body into yours, leaning against the cabin, ignoring the freezing cold and focusing on you as all the negative energy from the past eight months oozed out of both of you. All the name calling, eye rolling, and insults finally exploding as you allowed him to kiss you like his life depended on it- causing your blood to buzz and abdomen to grow warm.

He slipped his left hand beneath the blanket you still had around your shoulders, moving it to the side to grip your hip tightly. You moaned softly against his mouth, deepening the kiss and allowing your lips to part slightly to make room for his tongue. He tasted surprisingly sweet; his smell mixing with the cold outdoors and sending a shiver down your spine.

Chris felt it and broke the kiss, “Are you cold?” He asked huskily, catching his breath.

You blushed slightly, “I don’t think it has anything to do with the temperature.” You whisper, causing him to grin. He doesn’t say anything as he gently tugs your head to the right with his hand, granting him access to your neck. He begins sucking and kissing, leaving light hickeys as he works his way from your jaw to your collarbone, his erection growing with every moan coming from your lips.

His hands were making quick work of your breasts, squeezing and tugging at them with both hands as his tongue drew circles on your shoulders. His beard tickled your skin, causing you to arch your back in response, resisting the urge to buck your pelvis against his and cause friction. As if reading your mind, Chris’s right hand traveled from your breast down to your pajama bottoms, which were held up so neatly with a bow. He pauses, fingers on the string, ready to pull - silently asking for permission.

“Just do it already.” You groan, actually bucking your hips this time. Chris wasted no time at all pulling the string and loosening your bottoms. Careful not to let them fall all the way, he slides his hand in between the fabric of your pajama pants and your panties, moaning as his fingers slid along your entrance.

“Fuck, you’re so wet.” He growled in your ear, pressing against your clit gently. You whimpered in response, pushing against his hand - needing him more than you thought possible. After a few long, torturous few seconds, Chris shoved your panties down, causing you to gasp first at the cold air, and then again when his middle finger brushed against your clit softly.

“Chris, fuck.” You moan, allowing your head to fall onto his shoulder, eyes closed tight. His left arm supported you, and you could feel his muscles tightening just slightly underneath your weight.

Shit that was hot.

You tugged at the elastic of his sweats, attempting to shove them down. If you were going to have Chris Evans, then you would have the whole experience - cold weather be damned. Chris pulled his lips away from the soft flesh above your breast, where he was nipping and placing gentle kisses.

“I don’t have a condom.” He breathed, two fingers now rubbing against your clit slowly, causing it to throb inside you. You squirmed again, leaning into him.

“Don’t care,” You mumble, “I’m on the pill.”

That was all the green light he needed. Chris pulled down his boxers and sweats, just enough so his cock was free from its confines. His mouth found your breast again, shoving your tank and bra down and out of his way, exposing your breast to the elements. A small shiver again; but this time from the way his teeth were tugging at your nipple; cold from the weather but hardening from his warm mouth.

You let out another soft moan as Chris swiped his thumb one last time against your clit, before aligning himself and entering you completely with his girth, sliding in smoothly. You gasped at the feeling, your body adjusting to his length as his right arm hooked below your left leg, lifting it up for better access into you.

Your hands clutched at his sweatshirt, forming into fists as Chris repeatedly slammed into you with his hips, wasting no time at all in developing a fast rhythm as you moaned into his shoulder. He rolled his tongue in circles on your shoulder, his hand cupping your breast, causing you to lift your hips into him, trying to get him deeper inside you. He groaned your name, losing himself in the feeling of being in you.

“Fuck... Chris...” you moan, feeling the familiar tightness in your stomach as you inched closer to that wonderful feeling of ecstasy Chris was making you crave so bad.

“Come on, babe,” he encouraged, his voice just barely above a whisper, gripping your leg tighter as he thrust into you harder. “Let go.”

His words, combined with your nipple pinched between his two fingers, were enough to send you toppling over the edge as you felt your orgasm rip through your body; a tingling sensation felt all the way through your toes. You buried your face into his neck in an attempt to muffle your screams, bringing Chris to his climax as he thrust once more, cursing as he finally released himself into you blissfully.

Panting, you both stayed there for a minute, your head in his neck, him buried deep inside you, riding out the remaining highs you were both feeling. Once your breathing had steadied, Chris slowly pulled himself out of you, pulling up his sweats and helping you hoist your pajama bottoms and panties. He rested his hands on your waist once you were situated, admiring your flush cheeks and bruises across your neck and breast. He pulled the blanket back over you, enveloping you in both it’s warmth and his, aware of the goosebumps on your arms.

Grinning, he finally broke the silence. “I guess Sebastian was right, huh?”

Fin.

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