#He had a pepper spray like five people before someone took him seriously

[dclovesdanny]

DcxDp prompt

1/3

So maybe summoning the king of ghosts was a bad idea, but Tim was out of options. Almost all the justice league had been incapacitated, and those still able to fight were not going to last much longer. So, he and young Justice(plus Constantine, who had not stopped drinking since the whole invasion began) gathered around and began the summoning ritual.

He wasn’t expecting his new assistant at WE to show up in the circle, filling out paperwork with a feather pen, and was that green ink?

[ericspinkhair]

guys my age don’t know how to love me good

pairing: dom!juyeon x noona!reader

synopsis: lee juyeon is the only guy who makes sex worth it

word count: 3.1k

warnings: noona kink, mentions of toxic and abusive sex, deep throating, no mentions of protection (wrap it before you tap it), inexperienced/unsure reader

a/n: this is for @rolezeure + anon

requests are open!!

masterlist + requests

'y/n, I swear to god if you won't come to this party with me I will actually never talk to you ever again. you know what this is?' your best friend siyeon dramatically held up a pair of scissors. 'scissors, to cut our friendship.'

'but what am I supposed to even do there?' you scoffed. parties were stupid 'I don't know how to talk to people.'

'you don't need to talk, dumbass. you get drunk, grind on some hot dude and get laid.' siyeon rolled her eyes as she was so done with you.

'as if that is supposed to convince me to go. sex is completely overraded, my dude. it just hurts and the guys don't even care. as long as they get off on you it's fine.' you had not have had any positive experiences with sex. it usually hurt, the guys were rough and didn't really care if you were crying. there wasn't any pleasure you associated with it.

'that's cause you've been with only toxic men. but please, come with me! it's way too awkward to go alone and I need a hype woman. Sangyeon will be there. I cannot miss the opportunity to get with mr. dilf. have you seen him? he is sooo hot, y/n. I might never have another opportunity like this. and I need a lot of alcohol in my system first before I can initiate something,' she whined. she gave you the best puppy eyes she could to make you give in.

you knew your friend had been eyeing sangyeon for weeks. siyeon had tripped the first time she saw him and had to wipe away the drool from her chin. she then memorized his schedule and you would always have to watch him from afar. however, she could not utter a single comprehensible sentence without alcohol if she was nervous but when she was drunk she was the most sociable and flirty person and always got with whom she wanted.

sangyeon was usually never to be found at parties but this particular one was for his friend's birthday so siyeon knew he would show up. who knows if she would ever see him again, after all, he had just graduated from college and would be leaving campus. this was her last opportunity. you sighed.

'fine,' you finally gave in. she squealed and hugged you so tightly that you had trouble breathing.

'omg, I love you so much, y/n! you're a lifesaver. I owe you big big time.'

'you certainly do.'

you tried to convince yourself that maybe a party was just what you needed. finals were finally over and you were on your well deserved break before you started your last year of college.

a week later, the two of you took a cab to the party location. you arrived at a huge mansion that must have cost a huge ton of money. it felt like thousands of people were there, getting drunk and going skinny dipping in the gigantic pool. you recognized some of the people. you didn't really know them but you often saw them walk around on campus.

when you entered the house some dudes whistled at you. ew. you definitely had to get a drink to be able to stand all these gross men lurking around here. at least you had your pepper spray with you. better safe than sorry.

siyeon and you found the bar and immediately downed a couple of shots. the alcohol burned in your throat as you drank one after the other. your friend needed the effects alcohol brings with it quickly.

'have you found him already?' you scream over the music at siyeon.

'no, he's nowhere to be seen… maybe he's not here at all' she was pouting.

I grabbed her by the arm. 'come on. let's go search for him somewhere else. hmm, maybe he's outside?' you dragged her through the mass of people. she was gonna get laid tonight, you were gonna make sure of it.

the backyard was just as crowded but at least you got some fresh air. a lot of people were grinding on each and making out in the pool and hot tub.

'oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. he's there!' siyeon whisper shouted at you.

'where?' you couldn't find him in the crowd.

'over there next to the huge ass plant. he's standing next to jacob.' ah, you saw him. him and jacob were engaged in a deep conversation and occasionally sipped on their drinks.

siyeon just grabbed a drink out of a passing person's hand, ignore the complains and drank it all in one go.

'I need more.' so you went to get more alcohol before you could convince her that now was the time.

'how do I look? is my makeup smudged? do I look enough like 'daddy, I've been a good girl. pls choke me?' she kept on trying to flatten her hair hastily.

'you look absolutely gorgeous, girl. go get him, tiger.' she did look stunning. the red lipstick matched with her bold red dress. it was short and showed a lot of cleavage. her beautiful curves were perfectly highlighted and if sangyeon didn't drool over her then you would seriously have to buy him new eyes.

you high-fived each other and then she went to go on her mission.

you watched how he scanned her up and down, taking in her beauty, when she approached him and then smiled brightly. she touched his muscular arms as he said something that made her laugh. he seemed to be enjoying her company jacob, who had understood what was going on, had joined his other friends kevin and eric on the dance floor inside.

'who are we spying on?' someone whispered in your ear, making you jump and almost spill your drink. rude.

'oh, seeing if my best friend's gonna get laid tonight like she'd hoped to. seems positive so far.' the guy who had come up to you nodded interested. you had no idea who he was but you didn't exactly mind his company. he was a handsome fellow, with a face sculpted by the gods. his dark blue hair made him stand out even more.

'so what are you gonna do if she leaves with him? are you just going to leave?' he asked.

you shrugged your shoulders. 'probably. she's the only reason I came to this god awful party.'

'oh, you don't like it?' he raised his eyebrows.

'no, it's too full, it's too loud and I'm bored. who even is this guy who threw this party. I actually have no idea who he is,' you complained about everything. he seemed to become more amused as you went on.

'then allow me to introduce myself. hey, my name is juyeon.' he held out his hand.

'what does that have to do with- oh my god this is YOUR party!' you realized in shock. your face was burning with embarrassment. but he didn't seem to mind at all and just laughed light heartedly.

'yeah, I'm sorry you don't like it. if you like I could take you somewhere quieter with less people.' oh dude, he was flirting. why? you did look hot as fuck in your short black dress but you had literally just insulted his party.

'I'm sorry I'm not really up for sex or whatever it is you're offering.' you scratched your neck awkwardly. you wouldn't mind if he visited you in your dreams sometimes tho to have a good time.

'that's too bad. I was hoping I could make you feel good.' he brushed a finger over your cheek.

'I doubt you could. no one ever has.' he snorted at that.

'how old even are you?' you asked him.

'19, you don't have to worry. I'm a legal adult. you?' 'almost 21.'

'ooh, that's fun! are you sure you don't want to spend some private time with me, noona?' that was fucking unfair. he was using this noona thing to get you to give in. he knew exactly what he was doing and you could feel yourself getting aroused.

'I just don't think sex is right for me. it just hurts and doesn't do anything to make me feel good,' you explained to him.

'seems like you've only been with douchebags. I have a 100% rate of making women come. you should try and see for yourself, noona.' his lustful gaze stared deep into your soul, making your legs wobbly.

it seemed so tempting. he was super hot and couldn't help but notice the outline of his abs on his shirt. the alcohol was also encouraging you to make some bad decisions and step out of your comfort zone. this man somehow made you super horny with his toned body and god like face, whether you liked it or not. you caught yourself seriously considering going with him.

'here's a proposal. I give you head and if you're not satisfied with my services we can just stop there.' he leaned down and whispered in my ear. 'I would love to hear you scream my name, noona.'

his offer actually didn't sound too bad. juyeon might just be more skilled than the rest of the men you had slept with, who knew. you didn't have anything better to do anyways so you might as well see if he can make you feel good.

'where do we go?' you finally asked after staying silent to keep a suspenseful silence. his eyes lit up and he grabbed your hand. he led you back inside, up the stairs and into the room on the far right.

you could see posters of football player, trophies and pictures. this was obviously his room.

you didn't have much time to look around as he locked the door and kissed you

you were surprised by just how not slimy it was. usually, the guys would always try to wet your whole face and you had to wipe your mouth every other second.

but he started off soft and placed his hands on your hips. you put your arms around his neck to get closer to him and deepen the kiss.

his hands started roaming your body and when he squeezed your ass, you let out a moan. juyeon took this opportunity to slip his tongue inside your open mouth.

the kissing made you dizzy and you desperately tugged at him to get him closer to you. he picked you up and held you up against the wall. you let your hands wander under his shirt and started tracing his abs while grinding your core against him. you could feel his dick harden with your movements.

juyeon carried you to the bed and slowly let you down so you laid on your back. while he quickly took off his shirt you tried to catch your breath after the intense make out. you didn't have long to admire his muscular upper body before he lifted the dress so you were only there in your underwear.

he startes placing open mouth kiss from your collar bones, to your boobs, to your stomach until he reached the hem of your panties. he made sure to keep eye contact as he put the fabric between his teeth and slowly pulled them down like this. you felt cold air hitting your core.

'so pretty, noona,' he admired your clearly dripping pussy. he dragged one finger over your lips to see just how wet you were.

'I haven't even touched you yet but you are already so wet for me. I told you I'd make you feel good. I'll show you just how much, noona.' and with that he dove right in between your lips to prove his point. the feeling of his tongue fucking you was unfamiliar. no guy had ever even cared to get you wet and pleasure you before actually having sex.

Juyeon was desperately devouring your juices as if he hadn't drunk for ages. additionally he started massaging your clit with his thumb, knowing exactly what a woman likes. he had to hold down your hips to keep you stable because you were trying to buck up into his face as it felt so good. every time his nose came into contact with your clit while licking you felt like you were losing control.

involuntary moans were spilling out of your mouth and you could feel juyeon smirking against your core.

suddenly, he slipped a finger inside you and started slowly pumping it in and out of you. it felt a bit uncomfortable at first but you got used to it quite quickly and when he noticed, he slipped a second finger inside. damn, those were some long ass fingers.

your pussy made squelching sounds which you couldn't care less about in the moment as he rapidly fucked you with his long digits. you were pulling at his hair as he took your bud between his teeth, alternating between softly biting and sucking on it.

you suddenly couldn't take it anymore and your orgasm washed over your body like a wave and juyeon slowly continued until you had fully come down from your high.

he sat up straight again. 'I promised I could make you feel good, didn't I? god, you look so hot when you come, noona.' fuck, where did he learn to do all this? maybe he was right after all.

you noticed that his nose was coated in your juices but he didn't seem to care at all. 'do you want to continue?'

'only if you can make me come again,' you challenged him.

he scoffed. 'that's not even a question, noona.'

he quickly unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants. the shape of his bulge was clearly visible through his underwear. you reached inside and whipped out his already hard dick. you gulped.

'it's so big,' you whispered afraid. he was bigger than the other guys you had slept with and if they had already hurt you then his cock would probably hurt even worse.

he stroked your hair out of your face. 'don't worry. I've already prepared well so you should be able to take it without a problem. I'll make sure to go slow to not hurt you, okay?' you needed to trust him. it seemed like he actually knew what he was doing.

you gave his dick a couple of strokes to see how he reacted before you wrapped your lips around his leaking tip. seeing juyeon throw his head back gave you the encouragement you desperately needed to go forward.

you took him all the way until you started gagging. this was something you were good at. you started deep throating him and he moaned out your name.

'fuck, noona. you are so good with my cock.' he brushed your hair to the side so you it wouldn't be in the way when you sucked him off.

you noticed that he tried to control himself but couldn't refrain himself from bucking up his hips a few times, making you gag.

he then stopped you. 'I can't come yet. I need to show you how proper sex is done first.'

you laid down on your back and he positioned himself between your legs. he pressed your arms down next to your head and intertwined his fingers with yours.

'are you ready?' you gave him a nod.

'just squeeze my hand if it hurts.'

he slowly pushed his tip inside. you shut your eyes tightly and juyeon stopped to give you time.

'no, no. go all the way in first,' you whined.

his dick filled your walls up to the brim. you tried to calm down your heavy breathing. you squeezed his hands in pain and he held still. juyeon placed a kiss on your mouth.

'you're doing so well, noona.', he praised you. 'just tell me when you feel ready to go.'

it did hurt but not quite as much as the other times. and no one had ever waited for you to actually adjust before beginning to pound into you.

juyeon distracted you with kisses and as you started getting more comfortable you slowly started moving your hips against him. you gave him a slight nod to tell him he could continue.

he still started off with a moderate tempo and you needed more.

'faster!' you urged him and he picked up the pace. the way he snapped his hips made you see stars.

the pain was now completely gone and you were lost in your own pleasure.

when he started  thrusting into you from behind, he hit spots inside you you had never felt before. the new position allowed him to go even deeper and faster than before.

you moaned surprised as he spanked you.

'you like this, noona?' you could only groan out his name to show him how you felt.

the knot in your stomach became tighter and tighter.

'I think I'm coming!' you manage to get out.

'come for me, noona!' with that he went into overdrive and fucked into you like a machine.

your arms gave in as your walls clenched around his huge cock tightly and you came hard while screaming his name.

he rode out your orgasm and then pulled out. he stroke his dick fast and shot his big load on your butt and back.

he lay down next to you exhausted. his fingers wiped away the tears of pleasure you didn't know you had cried.

'did I make you feel good, noona?' 'more than just good,' you admitted satisfied.

'I guess guys my age just don't know how to treat me.' he hummed in agreement.

'that makes no sense. you are absolutely gorgeous. they missed out on the opportunity to see your beautiful face when you come.' this was weird. he was still nice to you even after he already came. what was this?

'thank you for making my birthday wish come true,' he said. 'huh, what do you mean?' you questioned him.

'actually, I've noticed you on campus before but I was always too shy to talk to you.' 'oh really?' you laughed sceptically.

'yeah, I wanted to ask you on a date first but it seems like we skipped a couple of steps.' he was blushing. gosh, he was kind of adorable.

'I mean we could still go on those dates if you'd like, birthday boy.' strangely enough you felt like you could trust him and kind of wanted to get to know juyeon as a person.

'awesome,' he smiled at you before he pecked your lips and went to clean you both up.

you had completely forgotten about siyeon. hopefully, her night had been just as satisfying as yours had been.

[hikarimiyanaga]

Loving You (Part 3)

Part 1 I Part 2

I just finished writing... the first part. Oh god, this fic already has a sequel and I haven't posted all of it yet. Also, thanks for the support for me through hell week, it still isn't finished but apparently my muse likes to just tell my exams to f*ck off.

Warning : Omegaverse. Beta!Reader x Omega!Wanda Maximoff. Curse Words. Mentions of Bullying.

Also, just tell me if I need to add more warnings so I can edit as quickly as I can.

Taglist: @mitchiesdungeon / @upsidedowndanvers

Two weeks pass by and before you knew it, Wanda’s overwhelming scent invades your nose. You turn to her sharply and see that she’s wearing a jacket but it’s not enough. Jesus. You can even smell Pietro’s and he’s further down the hall. You quickly get the perfume from your locker and go to her. You see Tony take off his jacket and give it to Pietro while Pepper is assuring him that it’s okay. So he’s fine. You get to Wanda and take your own jacket off. Everyone knows that Pepper and Tony are set for life so him giving Pietro his jacket is just a sign for other Alphas to back off.

“Fuck.” Right. Beta. Not going to be enough. “Wanda.” You call out and you see Vision heading towards her. Oh. FUCK THAT. No one, specially Wanda gets to be claimed by an Alpha who hasn’t even bonded with anyone yet. Vision’s scent is overbearing because no one has ever sullied or claimed it yet. You look her in the eyes. “Do you trust me?” She furrows her eyebrows and nods. You spray the perfume and you can already feel your own heart calm down. Damn, this perfume really is the best.

-

Flashback

“Y/N.” It was your first day of school and you turn to see your Ma holding out a box… of perfume?

“What is this?”

“Scent hiding perfume.” You furrow your brows and look at Dahlia.

“For me?”

“No. For Omegas.”

“Am I-“ How did they know?... Do they know?

“That’s still unclear, sis.” Alsie says and pat your head. You sigh in relief, you weren’t ready to know just yet. “Just accept it and keep it in your locker. And if you smell an Omega’s scent which means-“

“They’re in heat.”

“That’s right, anak. This perfume is effective on hiding their heat’s scent.”

“Oh. Just like suppressant pills.”

“Yeah. Most Omegas’ heat scent can be suppressed by clothing and pills but if it can’t.”

“Then use this?”

“It’s highly effective. I gave some to my friends back in High School and it literally blows their heat scent away.”

“Oh. Nice. Do I give the whole bottle?”

“Yep. Better safe than never.”

“Gotcha.” You get the box and put it in your bag.

-

“What was that?” Wanda raises an eyebrow at you.

“Perfume.”

“Wanda.” Pietro calls out and both you and Wanda turn to him. He tilts his head. “You don’t have any smell.”

“It’s the wonder perfume.” Angel says and gets the bottle from you. “I can’t believe you have one of these.”

“Wonder Perfume?”

“Said to be only sold to known Omegas that have connections, this perfume can’t be found anywhere else.”

“It can cancel out any scent.” You get the bottle back and hold it out to Wanda.

“You’re giving it to me?” You smile.

“Yep. Better safe than sorry.” You get another one from your bag and toss it to Pietro. “If Tony’s scent ever runs out.” Tony growls at your words and Pepper puts a hand on his shoulder to calm him down. You roll your eyes.

“So you were that girl.” You tilt your head at Angel.

“What girl?”

“My first heat in this school and I haven’t met Natasha yet so I was hiding out in the bathroom since my brother’s scent was getting weak. When suddenly one of those bottles slid inside the toilet stall. Never knew who it was.”

“Ah.” You rub your neck. “I could smell your scent and just slid it without thinking.”

“How did you get these?”

“Ma gets those all the time. She gives me a box every time I run out of it.”

“A box!?” You nod.

“The one in my locker has only five bottles left.”

“But this thing isn’t sold in malls or online.”

“Yeah. I think one of mom’s clients is the owner and developer of it? I met her once at a Gala.” Angel’s jaw drops.

“Seriously?”

“Yep. I can tell Ma to get you some if you want it.”

“N-no. I already have Nat and her scent overpowers mine.”

“Oh. That’s good.” You grin and Wanda gulps. God, how could you be so adorable? “An Omega should never feel alone when they have a heat.” Angel narrows her eyes at you.

“What? Dependence on others?” You shake your head and give her a smile.

“No. Not dependence. Just lending a hand. Specially in time of need.” You wave them goodbye and go to your first class.”

-

You were waiting on the secluded bench when you hear two sets of footprints. You look up and see both Pietro and Wanda. They’re both wearing their dad’s jackets but Pietro is no longer wearing Tony’s.

“Hey, Y/LN.” He greets and you smile.

“Hey.” Wanda sits next to you and Pietro rubs his neck.

“Can I eat lunch with you guys? It feels awkward with my friends now that I returned Tony’s jacket.” Wanda narrows her eyes at him. You frown at him as well.

“Are they bull-“

“They’re not! It just feels awkward!” You chuckle and nod at him.

“You can’t. This is my and Y/N’s secret spot.”

“Wanda! Come on!” You sigh and stand.

“Take my spot.”

“But-“

“No buts. You’re in heat and it can get uncomfortable if you keep standing. So just sit.”

“What about you?”

“I’ll get something. Wait here for a second.” You leave them and Wanda glares at Pietro. He notices her.

“What!?” He asks as he unwraps his sandwich.

“Would you leave!? This is the only place Y/N eats with me!”

“Just this day! Jesus! Share your blessing!”

“I’d rather die than share Y/N!” You stop in your tracks as you hear Wanda’s words. You blush and you feel your heart beat faster. Damn it, why does she have this effect on you? You shake your head and take a deep breath to calm yourself down.

“I’m back.” You say as you drag the chair in front of them.

“Wha-“

“Where?”

“From over there. Used stuff that aren’t always stable get thrown there.” They look at each other then at you.

“Is that safe?” You shrug and sit. Wanda holds out a plastic bag to you and you get a sandwich and juice from it. You hum and smile. You moan at the first bite and Wanda blushes while Pietro laughs.

“Where’d you get this?”

“She prepared it herself.” Wanda elbows Pietro on the side and you eat more.

“Thanks for the food.” You say and grin at her. She blushes and smile at you.

-

You yawn as you get inside your last class and sit at your usual seat. Usually, you get the whole table by yourself but this time someone takes the seat besides you. You turn and see Angel who gives you a small wave. You nod at her and get your notebook out. You pay attention to the Professor. Then suddenly, Angel pokes you lightly and she points to her notebook where you see a question.

How many AP classes are you taking?

You hum and write your answer.

3 this year, why?

What are they?

Latin, Calculus and This, why?

Before either of you knew it, you were both having a conversation through the notebook.

Just asking, have you taken Japanese?

Yep.

Can you help me with my homework today? It’s hard and I don’t know where to start.

Sure, come with me to the library.

That’s perfect since Natasha has to help the Judo Club today.

You nod and after half an hour, the class ends. You stretch your body before putting your things in your bag.

“Why the library?” You yawn as you get out of the classroom.

“Wanda’s there.” Angel raises an eyebrow as she follows you.

“What’s with you and Wanda? You spend time everyday despite having different classes.” You hum and your sleep-deprived self has no more inhibition whatsoever. All you want is to take a nap. You were about to on lunch but Pietro was there. You couldn’t possibly do it on a chair that was about to break.

“I like her.” Angel grins teasingly but you don’t care anymore. You yawn again. “I think she likes me too but I’m too scared.”

“Scared of what?”

“Her. And society.”

“Seriously?”

“Yep.” You finally enter the library and Wanda waves at you but it falters when she spots Angel. She frowns. What are you doing with another Omega? Someone with a soulmate mark? You notice her gaze and go to her. “She’s here because she needs help with her homework.” You yawn again and Wanda furrows her eyebrows at you.

“Are you okay?” You hum and grin lazily at her.

“I’m fine.” Angel brings out her homework and after just half an hour, you’ve already helped her finish it. Before you knew it, you’ve closed your eyes and lean your head into Wanda. Angel hides her laugh as she reads her book on Japanese language. Wanda blushes as you snuggle into her and hug her arm.

“She likes you, you know.” Wanda looks at Angel who smirks. “She told me herself.”

“When?” Angel smiles and closes her book.

“Just before we got here.”

“Why?”

“Because she’s sleep deprived and had no inhibition.”

“Well, I like her too.” Angel scoffs at her.

“As if that wasn’t obvious? You literally ditched your own brother to hang out with her.”

“She’s the only person who helped us that day. Most people either ignored or rolled their eyes at us. Then there she was, she was reading a novel and I took a chance.”

“She helped you?”

“Yeah. She was just straight up adorable.”

“You’re falling fast and hard, Maximoff.” Wanda smiles.

“At least I’m falling for the right person.”

“She’s a good one.” Wanda chuckle and nods.

“At least you’re not bullying her. It seems she has had bad experience. Specially with Omegas.”

“Yeah. She was the target of Janine and her goons; they were straight up messing things up for her. Which is why she never goes into the cafeteria anymore.” Wanda grits her teeth and Angel can feel her protectiveness… Jesus, it feels like Wanda has already imprinted on you despite being an Omega.

“No one stopped them?” Wanda looks at you.

“Some Betas tried but ultimately gave up.” Angel runs a hand through her hair. “Most of the cliques and groups just ignored them. Wasn’t one of my finest moments.” Wanda nods and looks at her.

“How bad was it?” Angel sighs.

“Only she can tell… but this bad one was when they filled her locker with their heat-scented clothes. She ran so fast to the bathroom and puked.” Wanda flinches at that and clenches her fist, how could they? So that was why you were so adamant to avoid her at first.

“The teachers?” What the hell were they doing while you were suffering?

“Didn’t pay them much attention since Janine’s parents are big donators to the school.” Wanda scoffs. Typical corrupt assholes. Would rather keep the money than to protect their own students.

“Her parents?” What about them? Didn’t they help you? Since you were so fond of them.

“I don’t think she ever told them, if they did then R Firm will rain hellfire to the school and to all the people who did it.”

“She’s been through so much.” She holds your hand and rubs your knuckles. Angel looks at her and groans. Wanda turns to her.

“Yeah. Fine, I’ll tell you the worst one.”

“There’s a worst?”

“Yes. When they tried to frame her for stealing underwears.” Wanda’s eyes widen and she felt her heart drop.

“What?” Angel sighs and fidgets with her book.

“Yeah. When she opened her locker, it was just pure underwear. Overflowing and everyone can smell that it was from Omegas and Alphas alike. It was a good thing that there was a camera installed in the hallway and people wearing masks were seen putting it inside her locker. Nobody knew who did it but most people knew it was Janine’s idea and Rumlow most probably did it.”

“Why go that far?”

“The only thing her parents complained was her not getting into AP classes despite her middle school record. People liked testing her endurance or if she-“

“Was going to get her parents again.”

“Yeah. R Firm is feared by most people in the town but that fear was lessened when people knew that she was a Beta.”

“Why would she let them go that far?” Her voice breaks slightly as she and Angel turn to you. You make yourself more comfortable on Wanda’s shoulder.

“I think she blamed herself.”

“For what?”

“For being a Beta.” Angel sighs. “When I ran into her in a bathroom one time, she had scars on her wrists.”

“No.” Wanda gets teary eyed and Angel nods.

“I think she wanted to die. It was a month after the evaluation tests when I saw the scars.” Wanda’s tears flow freely and Angel gives her a handkerchief. She accepts it and wipes them away. “I think she knew how her second gender affected everyone in her family.”

“Angel. Tomorrow will you please point out Janine to me?”

“Why?”

“I’m going to-“

“Don’t try it, Wanda.” You stir and both turn to you.

“How mu-“

“Enough. I told you before, didn’t I?” You flick her forehead and she glares at you. “Stop being a stubborn idiot. We can’t erase what happened in the past. Getting revenge won’t do me any good.”

“But she-“

“Wanda.” You look her straight in the eyes. “I mean it. Don’t try it. If you do then you won’t ever see me again.” She looks nervous at your words. “Revenge never does anyone good.”

“Justice though?” You raise an eyebrow at Angel who is challenging you.

“Justice is fine. Revenge is not.”

“Why do you want to take the high road?”

“Because getting revenge means I’m the same as them.” Both Wanda and Angel scoff at you.

“What? Sexist assholes who think they’re better than everyone because of their second gender and parents’ business. Sounds like you.” You sigh.

“Just trust me.” You look at the clock and hum. “Come on, time for me to go.” They both pack up their things and you wait for them. The three of you get outside and you stretch your body. Wanda looks down and is frowning when you turn to her.

“Why let them go that far?”

“Angel was right. I blamed myself and some part of me believed their words. I went to therapy for months and got better though.”

“Do you still go?” You nod.

“When those thoughts come back. But it’s optional most of the time.” Wanda hugs you suddenly and you look at Angel who shrugs.

“Please don’t.” Wanda mumbles and you hum.

“Don’t what?”

“Think those thoughts again.” She looks up and you gulp as your heart beat faster against your chest. You’re suddenly nervous that she would hear your heart. “I don’t think I can live without you.” You sigh and try to calm yourself down as you blush.

“You’re exag-“

“I’m not!” Wanda pulls off and glares at you. “I like you! I don’t even care if you reject me or not! I-“ She runs a hand through her hair. “You’re so frustrating!”

“Are you- Why are your emotions changing so much?”

“Because of you! You make me angry and sad and happy all at the same time!” She cries and you hug her. You send her comforting waves and hope they are enough. She calms down in your arms and you sigh in relief.

“I like you too, Wanda.” She smiles and you smile softly. “I might be a pain in the ass sometimes but I hope you know that.”

“You are.” You push her away gently and scoff.

“You’re not supposed to agree with me.” She smirks and you gulp.

“But you are. You kept rejecting me at first, remember?” You look away as you blush.

“Fine. I am.” She grins and takes your hand.

“Go on a date with me.” You chuckle and intertwine your hands.

“Sure. When and where?”

“Oh. Uh.” You laugh and Angel snickers.

“Just meet me in the park near the church? Do you know it?”

“Yep.” You smile and kiss her hand.

“Saturday, 1 pm.” You wink and pull away. “Don’t forget.”

“Angel!” “Wanda!” The three of you turn to see Pietro and Natasha walking to you.

“And I should leave.” You smile at Wanda who blushes. You kiss her cheek then turn. You wave at them as you walk to go home.

-

You open the door and see Valerie with a sandwich in her mouth. She’s been visiting every Thursday and moping in the house since you picked her up weeks ago.

“Hey… sis?” She grins and gets the sandwich.

“Welcome home!” She ruffles your hair and you tilt your head.

“You’re weirdly cheered up.”

“Yep!” You raise an eyebrow as she goes to the kitchen.

“Where’s mom and ma?” You look around the house and there aren’t any signs of them. Your ma’s usually cooking this time and your mom is either watching TV or scrolling through her phone in the dining room.

“On a fancy dinner date.” Ah.

“Oh, what about food?” You scratch your neck. Do you have to bike and get some from the convenience store? It’s a pain but if there wasn’t any then you have no choice.

“There’s some in the ref. You can heat it up.” You hum and you notice that Valerie’s bag is on her shoulder.

“You leaving already?”

“Yep. I have to. I have an early class tomorrow.”

“Right. 8 am.”

“Yep! See you, sis!”

“Okay! Be careful!” You sigh and go to your room after your sister left. “The hell happened to her?” You mumble as you change your clothes. You yawn as you get down. You get the food from the fridge and heat it up. You turn on the tv and watch as you eat your dinner.

Your phone pings and you see Wanda’s name.

Wanda: Hi.

You chuckle at her text. Does she have telepathy? She seems to know when you want something to do.

You: Hey, what’s up?

Wanda: Just wanted to talk to you.

You: We just talked like an hour ago.

Wanda: Still. Let me have this.

You chuckle at how cute she was being.

You: Alright.

And before the both of you knew it, you talked until 1 am where Wanda just fell asleep.

A/N:

Hell week is still ongoing but here we are. No one can stop my love for Wanda. Not even my exams nor my grades.

Thanks for @mitchiesdungeon for the encouraging words.

You've given me enough motivation to actually finish this and review as well.

Thank you for reading!

[leossmoonn]

Training Session [Peter Parker]

masterlist 

pairing - peter parker x fem!stark’s daughter!reader

type - fluff

note - hope you enjoy! also idk ANYTHING about martial arts or combat fighting so lol dont take i wrote too seriously

summary - peter finds out mr. stark has a daughter and you two are put together for a training session.

warnings - lil suggestive

————

*gif isnt mine*

“How do you like it?” Sam asked.

You turned to the mirror, eyes wide and mouth agape, admiring your new suit.

“This is awesome!” You squealed.

Sam, Tony, and Nat had deisgned a new suit for you. After your last battle, your suit had been torn to shreds. It had been months since you were able to go out in the field and you’d be anxious to fight crime. Now that you had your new suit, you were now able to fight crime.

You were named Fox. You were sly, witty, and and charming. Not just in your moves, but your personality, too. You had been working alongside your dad, Iron Man, for 7 years. You were 10 when you started, obviously too young to actually be fighting, but you were his right hand woman at all times. You helped him with his suit, team, and plans on how to deal with missions.

Your suit was a dark orange body suit, much like Nat’s. You had fingerless gloves, black combat boots, and an orange mask that went around your eyes. You had a black stripe down your suit’s back, much like a fox’s. You also had a utility belt with a grapling hook, taser, and pepper spray — you could never be too careful in the city. You and Tony tried hard to keep your identity safe, especially since you were still in high school.

“Do you think we need to add anything?” Tony asked.

“Can I get rockets on the bottoms on my shoes like you?” You asked.

Tony chuckled, “We’d have to change the whole material of your suit, cupcake. You don’t like metal, remember?”

You grumbled, “Yeah, yeah. Well, I love it! Thank you guys so much.” You turned to them with a big smile.

“No problem, babe,” Nat smiled. “You have training with me today at five.”

You nodded, “Noted.”

“There will be someone else joining you in trianing today,” Tony said.

“Who? Is it Bucky?” You asked. “No, he’s new,” Tony said.

“Wow, that gives me a lot. Who is it?” You pressed. 

“You’ll see. He’s actually pretty good for just starting out,” Sam smirked. 

You sighed, knowing they were gonna make it a surprise. 

“Well, I can’t wait!” You faked enthusiasm. You didn’t like surprises. 

You went off and up to your room, changing out of your suit and into running shorts and a t-shirt. You decided to take a nap before your training.

You woke up 2 hours later, still as exhausted as before. You filled up your water bottle before going into the gym. You saw Nat and a brunette boy. He wasn’t too much taller and by the back of his head, he didn’t look too much older.

“Hey, Nat,” you greeted as you walked in and set your water bottle near the mat. 

“Hey, Y/n! This is our new recruit, Peter Parker. You probably know him as Spider-Man,” Nat smiled. Peter turned around and his eyes widened. 

His heart started to race and his face turned red as he looked over you. Your eyes were bright and lively, your smile being the most gorgeous smile he’d ever seen. Your skin flawless and you had no makeup on, but you still looked beautiful. 

“Hi,” you smiled. “I’m Y/n Stark,” you held out your hand. 

Peter opened his mouth to speak, but the only sound that came out was a squeak. Nat and you chuckled at his shock. 

“H-hi. I’m Parker. No, Pe-Peter,” he stuttered and shook your hand. 

“Not used to meeting important people, huh?” You smirked. 

“Ye-yeah, but also pretty people,” he blurted. His face turned a darker shade of red and he slapped his mad over his mouth. 

The action made Nat giggle and his words made flustered as well.

“Thank you, Peter,” you said shyly and looked down at your shoes. 

“Ready to get to work, love birds?” Nat teased. 

You rolled your eyes and nodded. You took a long sip of water.

“We are gonna start on the treadmill, do some weights, and I’m gonna teach you some combat moves,” Nat instructed. 

You and Peter nodded and got up on the treadmills. 

“One mile today. Remember to pace yourself. If you get tired, don’t be afraid to slow down a little,” Nat said. 

You started the treadmill at 3.5 so you can warm up for a few minutes before running. You took a small sip of your water as you sped-walked. You looked over and saw Peter already running his mile. Your brows cocked upwards as you saw him running at 6.0 speed.

You worked your way up to 6.0 speed, finishing your mile in 6 minutes. Peter, however, finished 3 minutes after you. 

“I said pace yourself, kid,” Nat said. 

Peter blushed again and nodded. 

“Next time, follow Y/n’s lead. She paces herself nicely,” Nat said while you took a drink of water. 

“Thanks, Nat. I have been doing this for a long time,” you smiled. 

“How long? Are you a superhero?” Peter asked. 

“Mhm,” you hummed. “I’ve been helping my dad since I was 10. I’ve been a superhero for 3 years.”

“What’s your superhero name?” Peter asked. 

“Fox.”

“Oh, my God! Really? I-I am such a big fan. You were what actually inspired me to become Spider-Man. I think it’s so cool how you save people and fight off bad guys without any superpowers,” Peter gushed. 

“Thank you, Pete,” you giggled at his excitement. 

“You’re welcome. Wow, this is so cool. I am working with Fox, Iron Man, Black Widow,” Peter smiled. 

“You’re lucky, kid,” Nat smiled and patted his back. “Okay, why don’t you all stretch. Peter, have you ever benched before?” 

Peter shook his head while stretching his hamstrings. 

“Okay, we’ll start you out with 45 pounds. If that’s too light, we’ll bump it up to 50,” Nat said and put the weights on the bar. “Y/n, what do you wanna do today?”

“Uh, I’ll do a leg and glute day today. My arms need a break,” you said. 

“Rock and roll, then. I’ll spot you, Parker,” Nat said. Peter went to bench press while you went to the kickback machine. 

You and Peter worked in weights for about an hour. You did a variety of workouts while Peter mainly focused on how to use each machine and which would be most beneficial for him. 

“Okay. Grab a drink, use the bathroom, whatever you need before we do some fighting,” Nat said. 

You both went to do your things before you were going to fight. You came back in the gym, stretching your arms while walking in.

“Ready to work, Pete?” You asked the boy and patted his back. He nodded and choked on his water when he looked up at you

You changed our of your shorts and t-shirt to black biker shorts and a grey sports bra. The biker shorts hugged your body perfectly and the top of your breats showed, making Peter stare.

You noticed and smirked. “My eyes are up here, kid.”

His eyes immediately shot up and his face blushed for what seemed like the 100th time today.

“I am so sorry. I just don’t see girls in bras, like, ever. In gym class we all wear t-shirts, which makes sense. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, I swear I’m not a prevert or anything, you just look really uh... nice? I—”

Nat and you turned to each other, amusement played on your faces. You turned back to the rambling boy.

“It’s okay, Peter. I get it, boobs are nice to look at. Especially when you’re a hormonal, almost always horny, teenage boy,” you teased.

“I’m not horny!” He claimed, embarrassing himself more.

“Don’t worry, I never assumed you were. I was just speaking generally,” you smiled.

“Oh,” he said and he looked down sheepishly.

“No worries. Now, let’s get goin’,” you said.

Peter nodded and followed you to the mat. 

“So, we are going to practice some basic moves. Y/n, I know you already know them, but there is nothing wrong with reviewing,” Nat said. 

You both nodded, waiting for further instruction.

“So, the first one is simple, yet very dangerous. It’s also fairly easy, in my opinion. It’s called the rear neck choke,” Nat said. “Peter, you’re gonna stand behind Y/n and put your arm around her neck.”

Peter nodded and awkwardly stood behind you. Your butt brushed against his crotch, making him cough awkwardly. He put his arm around your neck. The skin-to-skin contact made your heart flutter. You cleared your throat, too, breathing deeply to try and slow your heart rate.

“Good. Now, you basically just squeeze until the person passes out. Y/n, why don’t you demenstrate the next move,” Nat said.

You smiled and took ahold of Peter’s arm. You then crouched down and pulled him over your head. You flipped him over on the mat.

“Ow,” he whined as he fell. He looked up at you and couldn’t help but smile. You stood tall, hands on your hips and a smile on your face.

“Now, Peter, what you can do when she does that is hook your legs on her ankles and pull so she looses balance. You then can reach for her ankle and throw her across the room. But, we arent going to do that. What you can do, though, is do the ankle bit I told you. Then you can pin her down,” Nat explained.

Peter looked at you two hesitantly. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

Y/n chuckled, “It’s all right. You won’t hurt me that bad, I promise.”

Peter nodded and did as he was told. He hooked his feet over your ankle and jerked you so your feet gave out beneth you. He then got up quickly to pin you down, but you were quicker.

You rolled over and pinned him down instead. Your left hand held his wrists above his head while your right held down his shoulder. Your legs went around his waist and squeezed slightly to make sure he wouldn’t move. Your head leaned down to his, a triumphant smile resting on your lips.

“W-wha-” Peter was at a loss for words. Not just because you beat him, but how close you two were.

He breathed in deeply, catching a whiff of your scent. You smelled like cherries and vanilla. Your skin was smooth, clear, and glowing from the sheer film of sweat on your face. You looked like an angel to him, nonetheless.

“And that is why you gotta be faster, Parker. But you’ll learn in time. You’re already pretty good on the field by yourself,” Nat said.

Peter nodded. You got up off of him and helped him up.

“Wanna try that again? I promise I won’t do that again,” you suggested.

“Sure,” Peter nodded and laid back on the mat.

He hooked onto your ankle again. As you promised, you let him pin you down. You watched the way he moved. He was swift and fast. The way his muscles flexed when he grabbed your wrist made your stomach flip.

He got on top of you, pinning both your wrists like you did to him. His free hand went to the side of your face, helping him support himself so he wouldn’t be laying directly on top of you.

Your heart rate quickened once more and you felt like it was hard to breathe. A few strands of his hair were hanging down from his head and he had sweat glistening on his forehead. His honey-brown eyes was something you found yourself getting lost in quickly. He was so handsome.

“Uh... Y/n?” Peter muttered, catching your attention.

You blinked rapidly and looked away in embarrassment. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” he gave you a friendly smile and got off of you.

“Okay, water break. You two practice those few moves a few more times,” Nat said.

You got up and took a big sip of your water bottle. You then got back to training with Peter. He was a fast learner and almost every time pinned you down. You, however, were slightly faster.

Each time you got on top of him, Peter couldn’t help the butterflies in his stomach. He’d never been this close to a girl before.

Thirty minutes later and the session was over.

“Good job, you two. Next time we’ll get into more moves involving punching and such. See you later, kiddos,” Nat smiled at you two. She left the gym and you turned to Peter.

“It was nice meeting you, Pete. Maybe we can hang out outside of training?” You suggested.

Peter’s eyes lit up and he nodded excitedly.

“Y-yeah. I’d like that.”

“Great. Give me your number next time. See you, Spidey,” you waved and left the gym.

Peter jumped up and down. He couldn’t wait to tell Ned.

————

Like / Reblog !

taglist form

[star-labs-intern]

Serendipity: A New Year’s Kiss harrisco fic

A/N: This is super late but it is for @heckyeahharrisco ‘s beautiful Harrisco New Year’s Kiss Anthology! Happy almost- New year! 

Summary : Harry and Cisco have a one night stand the night before NYE and then find themselves at the same New Year’s party.

Serendipity

The date was December 30th and Cisco was out at the bar, drinking. The holidays had been stressful to say the least and he deserved some proper rest and relaxation. He was hoping for someone to flirt with, so Cisco wasn't at his usual haunt tonight. He was at a place a little further across town that was usually very busy but tonight, looked like a ghost town. He looked up when a tall, lanky man of ambiguous age came to stand near Cisco.

“So...Do you come here often?" Harry Wells found himself asking, aloud. 

Cisco barked a laugh. “That line ever worked on anyone before?”

Harry chuckled and reddened a little. “Honestly haven’t used it on anyone in a while. But I’m truly curious. You don’t exactly strike me as a regular.”

Cisco nodded at the drunks asleep at the counter. “No, I am certainly not a regular.” 

“So that means, young attractive man, not at his usual neighborhood bar… looking to get into trouble tonight?”

Cisco found himself laughing for the second time. “You’re the one calling me attractive without even buying me a drink, let alone introducing yourself.” Cisco smirked at this handsome stranger. “And I’m the one looking for trouble?”

“Harry Wells. And I’d love to buy you a drink, even if you don’t tell me your name.” Harry leaned closer to the man with the beautiful curly hair, anticipating his response.

“My name’s Cisco. Cisco Ramon. And, yes, I think I’ll let you buy me a drink.” Cisco sized Harry up for a second.

“Oh, you’ll allow me to buy you a drink? How kind of you.” Harry quipped.

They decided to move to a table to talk. One thing led to another and suddenly Harry was asking Cisco to come home with him. Then, before they knew it, Harry and Cisco were two single people heading home together on a cold New Years Eve, Eve, intent on having some fun with no expectations.

Cisco always buzzed with nervous energy before moments like this and Harry could feel it radiating off of him. 

“Relax,” Harry cooed as they got out of the taxi. They stood at the bottom of the stairs that led up to Harry’s apartment. It was bitter cold but Cisco stared up at the door and then looked sheepishly back toward Harry. 

Cisco couldn’t help feeling a little bit of hesitation. Harry was an older man, a stranger, bringing Cisco into his home, after all. 

“Hey,” Harry stopped Cisco by gently grabbing him by the shoulders. “You good?” Harry asked seriously, instead of complaining about the cold or rushing Cisco inside. 

“I’m so good,” Cisco nodded, suddenly back in the moment with refreshed enthusiasm. 

Harry grinned and pulled Cisco to him, kissing him slowly. Cisco felt lightheaded.

"Let's go inside. I'm cold." Cisco complained when they parted. 

"Hmm, I think I may be able to help with that," Harry replied cheekily as they ascended the steps and disappeared into the apartment  

***

The next morning Cisco was up cooking breakfast, even though it was Harry’s home. 

Harry grinned waking up to the smell of food. “I don’t remember telling you to get out of bed,” Harry teased as he came into the kitchen. 

Cisco blushed, “Good morning! I think we both deserve some food after last night,” he deflected the flirtation but looked at Harry under low lids. 

Harry came to kiss Cisco squarely on the mouth. “You are amazing. Thank you for such a wonderful evening.” 

“I certainly enjoyed myself,” Cisco grinned and kissed Harry back before breaking away. “Now! Unless you want burned eggs to ring in the last day of the old year, I suggest you stop distracting me,” 

"Whatever you say, Cisco," Harry grinned

***

Later that day, Cisco was at home preparing for his New Years Eve party. He was going to Mercury labs with his best friend Caitlin Snow. He was going as “back up”, as moral support for Cait, who worked there, and he had to start getting ready. 

His phone vibrated and, expecting a message from Cait, Cisco opened his phone. What he found was Harry’s apparent phone number, saved under “That Hot Guy” and a new message saying “Had a blast with you. Hope to see more of you in the new year.” 

Cisco rolled his eyes and quickly texted back “You saw plenty of me last night. You’re so corny”

After hesitating for a moment, Cisco texted again, “But I also had a blast and we should def do it again soon” 

“Sounds like a plan” Harry texted back and Cisco bit his lip, thinking of another night promised with Harry. He was a little bit irritating, for lack of better word, and there were moments where Cisco kind of wanted to strangle him, but boy did they have chemistry…

With another twist and turn, Cait was picking Cisco up for the party.

“What did you end up doing last night?” Cait asked, in the car. 

“Honestly, I went out to the bar and had a one night stand,” Cisco winced as he told Cait. 

“Did you really??” Cait grinned. “Give me all the details, why didn’t you text me where you were?? What if he had been a murderer?”

Cisco laughed. “I have my pepper spray, don’t worry. I can handle myself. He was… very smart. A little older than me. Kinda sarcastic in this really annoying way.” 

Cait was looking at Cisco. “And how was it?”

Cisco rolled his eyes. “It was really nice and I had a really good time.” He said, looking out the window again and avoiding Cait’s reaction. 

“Did you get his number??” 

“Oh my god, Cait, enough of the third degree!” 

When Cisco peeked at Cait, she was still grinning from ear to ear. Cisco groaned and filled Caitlin in on the rest of the details. 

“Wow, Cisco. Good for you!” Cait complimented as they got to the party and started getting out of the car. 

“Thank you, it was fun, yes, and hopefully I will see him again, but now it’s time to enjoy this party! So please, no more Nancy Drew-ing my love life, okay?” 

Caitlin pretended to zip her lips. “Time to party,” 

Cisco smiled. “Thank you!”

***

Cisco had tried his honest to god best, to continue and forget all about Harry. 

They had been at the party a little over an hour, when Cisco spotted him. “Oh shit. I’ve gotta be fucking dreaming,” Cisco muttered to himself. 

“What are you doing?” Cait asked as Cisco was suddenly hiding behind a waiter holding a tray of appetizers. 

“Nothing,” Cisco replied, stealing a glance from behind the waiter, to see if Harry had noticed him. He was a little ways away, standing profile, speaking with some woman in a fabulous pant suit, and it didn’t seem like he had spotted Cisco yet. 

“Are you hiding from Dr. McGee? She adores you, she wants you to come work with us.” Cait asked, narrowing her eyes. 

“That’s who that is. Nope. Actually, yes, I am hiding from Tina McGee, I don’t want her to see me in this hideous tie I picked out with champagne glasses on it.” Cisco lied, poorly. 

Cait rolled her eyes but then narrowed her eyes at Harry. She was starting to put the pieces together. 

“Cisco…” 

“Listen, Cait, I think I’m gonna have to go home early, I’m getting a terrible stomach ache…” 

“Cisco, is that the man you slept with last night??” Cait whisper yelled at Cisco, pulling him out from behind the waiter with the appetizers and dragging him to the entrance. 

“What? Where would you get a crazy idea like that?” Cisco laughed, nervously this time. 

Cait looked at Cisco and blinked, waiting for him to come clean. 

Cisco pursed his lips. “Not gonna buy the stomach ache story, huh?” Cisco asked.

Cait laughed. “You’re the worst. Just go over and talk to him. Just say hi and make it not awkward, and then come find me. I’ll be mingling.”

“Fine.” Cisco grimaced. “I can’t believe I told you any of that. This is the worst New years party ever,” Cisco whispered to Cait before going off to find Harry. 

Cisco spotted his tall demeanor at the drink table. He was grabbing another glass of champagne. Cisco took a deep breath and approached Harry. 

“So… Do you come here often?” Cisco asked, mirroring Harry’s words from the night before.

Harry glanced up at Cisco. His eyes were wide. He took a swig of his champagne before he answered. 

“That line ever worked on anyone before?” Harry asked with a tight lipped smirk. They smiled at each other, in shared loaded silence for a moment.

“Did you know I was going to be here?” Cisco asked, eyes narrowing slightly. 

“Did you know I was going to be here?” Harry turned it around.

“Touché.” Cisco commented, grabbing a champagne glass and offering Harry a toast. Harry tipped his glass to clink with Cisco’s and they shared a drink.

“Well, I just wanted to say hello. Enjoy your evening.” Cisco said.

“Alright, Cisco. But I have to warn you, these things are dreadfully boring,” Harry commented. 

Cisco laughed and headed back off to find Caitlin. 

“All sorted out?” Cait asked.

“Easy, peasy,” Cisco said in reply.

“I don’t even want to know.” Cait said. 

Forty-five minutes later and Cisco was starting to get what Harry meant. This was a giant party but people kept going in and out, finding different groups to linger in, it was impossible to keep track of who you had and hadn’t met yet. All these academic types started to blend together after a while. It was honestly starting to give Cisco a headache. 

Cisco gave a sharp gasp when someone grabbed his arm, suddenly. 

“Sorry, did I scare you?” Harry’s rasp was soft in Cisco’s ear and his fingers were tight but gentle holding Cisco’s arm. Where had he even come from? 

“A little,” Cisco admitted, looking up at Harry.

“Aren’t you bored yet?” Harry asked again, soft this time leaning all the way in, to whisper in Cisco’s ear. “If you’re as bored as I am, you should meet me up on the rooftop in fifteen minutes.”

Cisco felt shivers up and down his spine, and said, “Make it ten,” 

Harry grinned and walked off. Cisco was thankful that Cait was otherwise occupied talking to a gaggle of her coworkers. 

Cisco waited four agonizing minutes before nodding at Cait and then walking off down the hallway to find Harry.

He took the elevator up to the top floor. He followed the signs for the staircase. Cisco went up a half flight of stairs and found a door which was propped ajar with a rock. On the door it said, “Roof access, CAUTION”

Cisco slipped through the door careful to keep the rock propping it open. 

He looked around, “Harry?” He whispered. 

“Over here,” 

Harry was draped in shadow, leaned against a chimney. He held open arms to Cisco.

“You’re not worried we’re gonna get stuck up here?” Cisco asked as he got slowly closer

“You saying you wouldn’t want to be stuck up here with me?” Harry teased 

Cisco laughed and then, finally, he was close enough that Harry pulled Cisco to him and they kissed, gravitating together like magnets.

***

Cisco returned to the party a little while later looking very red and with very messed up hair. 

Cait quirked her head at him when he returned. “Where have you been? You look like you’ve been in a fight.” 

Cisco gave her a small grin. “You should see the other guy,” 

Cait narrowed her eyes at Cisco. 

“You’re lucky you made it back in time for the count down.” 

Harry and Cisco made eye contact from across the room. They were each pretty happy that they had gotten to steal away for a little while. 

Cait and Cisco tried to maneuver themselves closer to where the action was happening. 

Cisco lost sight of Harry in their move. 

Suddenly they were counting down from thirty and Harry had come up right behind Cisco.

When the clock struck zero, Harry took Cisco by the arm and swung him around to face him. “Happy New Year, Cisco,” Harry whispered, and suddenly dipped Cisco low, kissing him deeply.

Cisco gasped but was thrilled by the most exciting New Years kiss he could imagine.

Harry stood them both back up and when they broke apart, he chuckled sheepishly as anyone who saw them, wolf-whistled and shouted. “I thought you were my secretary from behind! Your long hair!” Harry winked at Cisco who bit his lower lip, shaking his head at Harry’s sneakiness and terrible excuse.

Cisco touched his lips where they had kissed, only seconds before. “Honest mistake,” He said, eyes glaring daggers at Harry and Harry grinning like a lunatic. Halfway across the room Christina McGee looked a fraction more stressed out than she had already.

“Happy New Year, everyone!” Harry shouted and made off into the crowd.

Cait leaned over to whisper to Cisco. “He is something else.”

Cisco smiled and touched his lips, where Harry’s had just been. “You’re telling me.”

[daily-dose-of-imagines]

𝘚𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘝𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘴

★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★

Hi, so I wrote a story. Well, the first chapter of a story. I hope that you guys enjoy. And thanks to Admin Ko and Brando for helping with the production~~and for future help~~

Tags/warnings: nothing as of right now, but that will change once more chapters come out, but for now- MATURE AS FUCK.

Next~

Enjoy!

>Admin 𝕋

꧙꧙꧙꧙꧙꧙

The sound of bass boomed through the club, bodies of all sizes grinding against each other, sweat coming off them in waves. But none of them paid it much mind, too immersed in the music to care. A typical Saturday night, where crowds of people came together from all kinds of backgrounds to forget about their daily hardships and just have fun. But, this wasn’t any old club with just music and booze. No, this was a mix of burlesque, stripping, and clubbing. Audiences will come and enjoy themselves, but in the back of their heads, if known, they’ll be waiting for the real show to begin. 

“Welcome, ladies, gentlemen, and those who are neither! This is the place for dreams to come true and where your wishes become realized! For the regulars, I hope you appreciate another wonderful show by our amazing dancers, and for anyone who’s new here--” a pause of anticipation rang out into the crowd, “welcome to Silent Voices.” 

꧙꧙꧙꧙꧙꧙

Chapter 1: Meetings and Regulations

⸻

The apartment was quiet and serene, perfect for getting that extra five minutes of sleep. The young woman didn’t care about that however, and she pulled open the curtains, letting the morning sun pour in. Hands on her hips, she turned around to face the lump on her couch.

“You know,” the brunette scolded, pulling the blanket off of (y/n) in one quick motion, “you are going to be late if you don’t get going now. And look, you aren’t dressed or anything.” The sudden brightness startled (y/n), making her groan into the couch. 

“Please let me just, not go to work for once. Maybe a tornado will come and sweep me off to a place where magic exists.” (y/n) begged, unmoving from her face down position.

“Okay, this isn’t Kansas, and there is no magic, so you better get up and go. To work. Before you get fired.” (y/n) groaned again, louder this time, and kicked her feet onto the floor. She stood slowly, stretching and offering her friend a confident smirk. 

“You and I both know that they wouldn’t fire me. I am the best they have.”

“Uhuh, sure, whatever you say. Just hurry it up already.” Exhaling a defeated sigh, (y/n) walked to the front door, grabbing her shoes. As she put them on, her beloved friend tapped her on the shoulder, causing her to turn around and come face to face with a blueberry muffin.

“Oh, how nutritious, a blueberry muffin. With blueberries. And muffin.”

“I swear to god if you don’t take this muffin, I will make you eat it right here and now. Also, you didn’t get dressed--”

“I am already dressed.”

“In your pajamas!”

“Yeah, well, I am going to get dressed again when I get there so there really is no point in wearing actual clothes.” (y/n) argued, smirking in victory when she saw the look of exasperation on her friend’s face.

“You-- I-- ugh-- I hate the fact that you aren’t wrong. Whatever, do what you want. Take your muffin and get out of my house.” Her friend shouted, pushing her through the front door of the apartment, (y/n)’s shoes not even fully tied. “And you better have a fantastic day!” She added with an affection yet oddly strong door slam.

“Thanks Uraraka, you too.” She responded, giggling at her best friend's aggressive affection. Biting the top of her muffin, (y/n) set out of the apartment complex. She looked up at the sky, clear and blue and beautiful, a perfect day for a walk. She had a car she could take, but the bus stop was right there and her job was just a few stops away. Also it would be much better to save the gas money for more important things, she thought. After the moment of silent contemplation, (y/n) walked to the bus stop. She sat at the small bench, but she didn’t have much time to relax. Like clockwork, the vehicle came driving up the street and came to a slow stop, opening its doors to let her in. (y/n) stepped into the familiar, slightly too air conditioned vehicle and surveyed the scene. There weren’t many people on board today, save for: a couple of old people sitting next to each other, seemingly to be together, a mother and her child who was sleeping in her arms, a middle aged man who looked like he just wanted to go into a coma (relatable), and a man about her age sitting where she usually sat, staring out the window with the hardest glare she had ever seen.

Not to exaggerate, but he had to be the world’s angriest looking man. Even his hair looked angry, the blonde spiky updo adding to his already fearsome physique. And the worst part was, he was sitting in her favorite spot on the bus, where the sun hit the window just right to give her some warmth in the cold winters. As much as she wanted to stomp over to him and tell him to move, he would probably murder her without regret, and (y/n) really didn’t need death today. So, as any sane person would do, she sat down in the very back, far away from the scary looking man. She shot a subtle glare to the man, still grumbling about her spot. He turned his head just in time to lock eyes with her for a brief second, (y/n) jumped slightly, turning her head as fast as possible the opposite direction to avoid his gaze. She sighed, already exhausted.

(y/n) gently rested her head against the wall of the bus. Life wasn’t supposed to turn out like this. She was supposed to have a career that paid her six figures. She was supposed to be a CEO of a renowned company and shoving it in the faces of those that thought she wouldn’t make it big in the world. But, as life would have it, here she was. Living on her best friend’s couch, thousands of dollars in debt, and nowhere near where she wants to be.

Well, at least I am making a decent amount of money and looking good doing it, she thought, stepping out of the bus. (y/n) shook the tension out of her shoulders and set forth to her destination. Like the walk from the apartment to the bus, this one wasn’t very far either, just a couple blocks away and she would be where she needed to be. She playfully inspected the scenery of the neighborhood, being so familiar with the area that she could walk there in her sleep. Most of the time, however, nobody was in this part of town at this time of day, but this time, someone was going in the same direction as her. 

Trying her best to remain calm and collected, (y/n) took a quick peek behind her to see who was following her. To her surprise, it was the same angry guy from the bus, his hands in his pockets and the same scowl on his face. It seemed that he was going in the same direction as her. It even seemed like he was...Staring at her. Probably her imagination. But those red eyes of his felt like they were glaring daggers into her back.

What if he wanted to kill her? Or worse, try to have a light conversation with her? She shuddered from the thought of it. Picking up her pace, (y/n) shoved her hands in her pockets and gripped the little can of pepper spray that was latched on her keychain and kept an eye on the man behind her.

He was even more suspicious, the blond man now speed walking, getting closer and closer to her. She knew these streets weren’t the best, but seriously? He couldn't kill her in a more clean place, but whatever, right? Since when did murderers have standards? Never. 

But instead of giving in to her fate, she saw the doors to her workplace. Looking back, (y/n) stopped in her tracks, almost colliding with the stranger-- who was surprised she stopped and couldn’t stop himself from his fast pace-- and promptly kicked him in the crotch area, effectively ceasing his chase. “Hey fuckface, learn some decorum and method before trying to kill someone or you’ll never be a good murderer!” she yelled before opening the doors to Silent Voices and quickly walking in.

Shutting the large doors before her, (y/n) let out an anxious breath, proud of herself for standing up to a stalker or murder. “Didn’t think I had it in me…”

“Didn’t think you had what in you?” 

“Gah! Kirishima! Where did you come from!?” the girl shouted. The man, Kirishima, chuckled and shook his head. 

“I came from the break room. I was actually just about to call you. Nemuri is pissed, and I really think you should go pray.” Kirishima told her, to which (y/n) grunted and hit her head against the door she was leaning on.

“Of course she is. I’m like, five minutes late, and she hates when people are late.”

“Yeah, so why were you late?” Her friend asked, curiosity sparkling in his eyes.

“I woke up late and had to eat a muffin.” that was all she was going to disclose. As much as she would love to tell him about the crazy stalker that was following her, Kirishima was a bit too protective, so she decided not to say anything. Hopefully, it doesn’t bite her in the ass. 

“I see. Well, that isn’t going to work for her, so might as well count your blessings while you still have them!” Kirishima exclaimed, “Now if you could move from the doors, I have to go out and set up before we open.”

Moving from the mentioned entrance, (y/n) gave Kirishima a goodbye high five and started towards the break room, where she knew she was going to get eaten alive. Going to the very back of the club, where only employees are allowed, (y/n) pushed the bead curtain out of the way and saw Nemuri--or Midnight, as she likes to be called-- standing in the middle of the room, with the other dancers already getting ready for the opening. The gorgeous choreographer was obviously angry at (y/n), her arms crossed over her chest and her brows furrowed in irritation. “Hey. I know I’m late and I’m sorry I--”

“Nope! I don’t want to hear excuses! Do you know how important this night is, (y/n)?!” Nemuri exclaimed, glaring harshly. “Tonight is the night you finally get to do your solo! The one I choreographed specifically for you! And it’s great!”

“It is, and I am so appreciative that you did that--”

“You better be!” There was a moment of silence between them before the older woman huffed out a breath and uncrossed her arms, adjusting her uniform. “I’m glad you made it, just in time. But next time, do. Not. Be. Late.” she warned before walking off to talk to the stage manager. (y/n) sighed, guilt weighing on her shoulders as she walked to her personal vanity. She set down her belongings on the chair and groaned. 

“You doing okay?” one of the other dancers asked-- Mina-- asked. She was clad in a skintight black dress, showing off her assets beautifully, her hair in curls and her makeup was dark and seductive. It seemed she was all ready to go. Probably since she is the first act. 

“Yeah I’m. Fine. Just late, overslept and all that.” (y/n) explained, pushing her bag to the floor and sitting down. She then opened her makeup box, taking the needed appliances that would compliment tonight’s costume. 

“That happens to all of us! So, don’t look so down! Here, let me do your makeup for you, so you can just rest for a bit.” Mina said, taking the foundation away from (y/n) started to apply it for her. 

“Thanks, Mina. I have been a bit more tired lately.”

“Don’t mention it. We gotta stick together, keep each other happy! Isn’t that right?”

“You got that right.” (y/n) laughed, closing her to let Mina do some of her makeup magic. It didn’t take very long, seeing as Mina was one of the best with makeup, and soon enough she was done.

“Okay, look in the mirror and tell me what you think!” blinking her eyes open and shifting her weight to look into the mirror, amazed at how well Mina did her makeup. She didn’t look like a different person, but the makeup did enhance her features for the better, and it felt great. 

“Wow, it looks great. Thanks so much, I would’ve messed up so bad.” she said to Mina, who giggled and patted her shoulder.

“Anytime. I’m gonna go up to the stage and get some practice in before we open.”

“Don’t slip on the pole!”

“Like hell I will!” 

(y/n) chuckled and got up from her vanity to put her costume on. It was a sparkling blue bikini that only covered the important bits. What one would expect from a strip club. At least there was a long silky robe with a fake fur lining, so it wasn’t that bad to walk around in it. Putting on the bikini like attire, (y/n) decided to just put her hair in a ponytail and spritzed some perfume on to complete the image. “Welp, I hope this is good enough because I am not in the mood to do anything extra.” she told herself, moving to the exit to leave the break room and headed toward the bar. “Todoroki, do me a favor and get me a shot of tequila. Maybe four. I don’t want to remember tonight.”

“I’ll give you one, and a glass of water.” the bartender responded, making (y/n) groan in indignation. 

“Fine, whatever.”

“What’s up with you?”

“Ugh, why does everyone keep asking me that!” she shouted, hitting her head against the table of the bar. “Sorry for yelling.”

“It’s all good.” Todoroki muttered, amused by her exasperation, though his face didn’t show it. 

“It’s just--I woke up on time for work, but I didn’t want to come, but I need the money. So I got my happy ass up and walked to the bus stop, which was all fine and dandy, the sun was out and it was bright and warm; great for a walk--” she inhaled to continue-- “but I saw a really weird guy with really spiky blond hair and big fucking muscles and a glare that could practically kill someone. He got off the same stop as me and started to follow me and it was really creepy--”

“By creepy guy, do you mean that one?” 

“Oh yeah, him! Anyways--” she stopped mid sentence, and turned back again to look at the man Kirishima had brought into the club. “Oh my god, it’s the creepy murder guy.” she whispered, to which Todoroki heard.

“The what?”

“That’s the creepy murder guy that I kicked in the crotch before I got here.”

“You did what?!” Todoroki’s shout of astonishment caught the attention of Kirishima and the blond man, and the way the stranger went from “What the hell was that,” to “Oh, it’s the person the kicked me in the balls,” was astounding for (y/n) to see. And (y/n) did nothing as she watched him move straight from the entrance to the club, dodging all the tables, until he was right in her personal bubble, taking her by the robe and scrunching it up. His eyes held murder and his fist was way too close to her throat.

With a low, menacing-- albeit kind of attractive-- voice, he muttered, “You.” 

Yeah.

It bit her in the ass.

[lefaystrent]

Could you write a short story where Virgil is out at a store, Deceit and Remus spot him. Virgil is like F social interaction. Then is only rude because he really didn't feel like being noticed by people who recognize him. (Patton could be another costumer, Roman a cashier who is working there when not acting, Logan getting supplies for a science class at school)

A Storm Rolled into Town

Fandom: Thomas Sanders,Sanders Sides

Pairings: none

Summary: It’s not likeVirgil meant to become famous anyway. It just sorta happened. And now he’sshopping in some small-town mom-and-pop store on a weekday morning. Despitewearing the hood of his jacket up and perhaps looking the more conspicuous forit, he can sense that someone somewhere in this store is watching him.

Word Count: 2150

________________________________________________________________

Virgil Storm was born with eyes inthe back of his head.

Not literally. It was mostly justanxiety and paranoia working in tandem to create a 360° zone of caffeinated caution.A necessary skill when you became part of the famous crowd. All it took was onecrazy person with a knife screaming about how you’re meant to be together, andthen you’re fucking dead.

Not that Virgil had been assaultedby anyone.

Yet.

He has had experiences witha couple of stalkers before that were quickly handled. It’s amazing how whenmore than a handful of people know your name and can buy your merch, theirsense of entitlement turns you into a thing to be owned.

It’s not like Virgil meant tobecome famous anyway. It just sorta happened.

And now he’s shopping in some small-townmom-and-pop store on a weekday morning. He had to make a pit-stop on his longdrive back home to Florida. Sure, he could have gotten home faster if he’dridden in a plane. He could also set this store on fire or go jump in a lakewhile strapped to an anvil. Doesn’t mean he’s going to.

The point is, Virgil is very awareof how famous he is, and despite wearing the hood of his jacket up and perhapslooking the more conspicuous for it, he can sense that someone somewhere inthis store is watching him.

Virgil glances down the aislebehind him, but there’s nothing. Again.

He lets out a huff of air andcontinues to peruse the candy section. He’s got a craving for something sour,but he’s not looking to get accosted here.

He swipes up a packet of gummy wormsand goes around to the chip rack next. Virgil subtly peeks around the store,noting the two guys manning the register counter. They look young, maybe aroundtwenty. They’re more talking and laughing rather than working. Other than them,there’s this one nerdy looking guy in a tie and glasses over by the stationary.The store seems empty otherwise.

Virgil picks up a large bag of sourcream ‘n onion and nearly screams when there’s a mustached face poking out inthe space left behind.

“Boo!” the man says.

“Fuck off!” Virgil growls andthrows the chip bag right at the face.

A series of snickers come back fromthe candy aisle that Virgil had just vacated. Pissed off and heart racing, hewhips his head around to see some guy in a bowler hat.

“I do believe the phrase ‘got you’fits this scene well,” Bowler Hat says.

“You didn’t ‘get’ anything,” Virgilhisses.

“Oh? So you didn’t just jump likeyou’d seen a ghost?”

“He definitely jumped, Dee! He evenpeed his pants!” Mustached Man cackled, coming out from behind the chip rack.

“I didn’t—” Virgil went to defendhimself but found it pointless. These guys just seemed like assholes. “Justleave me alone.”

“Oh poo, have some fun would you?”

“Now Remus, let’s not annoy him toomuch. Wouldn’t want him to storm out.”

Storm.

He made it very clear that he knewVirgil’s last name. If the pointed pun didn’t say as much, the smarmy grin onBowler Hat’s face surely did.

Virgil tried not to show how muchthat got to him.

“So what? You know who I am. Bigdeal. Buzz off and let me shop in peace.” If these two kept harassing him orworse, Virgil could always threaten to call the cops. Then again, cops took afew minutes to respond, and it only took less than a second to die.

New plan. Virgil could throw downthe chip rack and then run for his life. And if that didn’t work, he carriedpepper spray on his person for a reason.

“What brings someone such asyourself to our neck of the woods?” Bowler Hat questioned, not leaving Virgilalone in the slightest.

Mustached Man jumped up beside hisfriend, leaning an arm against his shoulder to loudly whisper, “I bet he needsto hide a dead body!”

Virgil’s eye twitched. “Yeah,because that’s the only reasonable explanation, right?”

Mustached Man nodded in agreement. “Nothingelse to do around here.”

“It does get rather dull here,”Bowler Hat mused. He brushed his gloved fingers over his chin.

Seriously, who the hell were theseguys? And were they intentionally being low-key threatening? Perhaps not, butthat’s how they were coming across anyway.

“That’s nice.” Virgil smiled in away that showed his utter contempt. Better than showing his fear. “Now if you’redone bothering me, I’ve got things to buy.”

He would have liked something morethan just the gummy worms, but he no longer felt hungry enough to risk hislife.

Virgil walked away, his stepspicking up speed as he heard Mustached Man barking at him.

He was never stopping anywhere everagain.

________________________________________________________________

Roman sat at the register counter,bored out of his mind.

“Patton, my loyal companion. Remindme why we’re here again?”

“Because we get paid to be here.”

“Ah.” Roman nodded, eyes narrowedin deep understanding.

Then he slumped over with a whimperingwhine. His head banged against the countertop.

“Awww, cheer up Ro-Ro! We’ve only gota few more hours left of our shift!”

“My shackled soul is unmoved byyour comfort. They are but mere words in the face of unforgiving oppression.”

“…so what you’re saying is that youneed a pun, right? Or maybe a hug. A combination of the two? A pug. Oh!Doggy!”

Roman snorted as Patton’s train ofthought derailed. He sat up to stare at his coworker and long-time friend.

He snapped his fingers. “Focus,Puffball.”

“Oh, right,” Patton said,refocusing. His expression became determined. “Go on and get all the angst out,kiddo. I’m all ears.”

“Retail suuuuuucks,” Roman concluded.“My creative spirit yearns for a place I can spread my wings and thrive! I ammeant for bigger and better stages. You see this face? You hear this voice? Alltoo good to be squandered away in Backwoodsville, Tennessee.”

“We don’t live in Tennessee.”

“My point is that I am a work ofart, and yet I am left collecting dust in grandma’s attic. It is a crime! Theuniverse should give me a break already.”

From the stationary aisle, afamiliar voice contributed to the conversation, “Perhaps if you put nearly asmuch effort into publicizing yourself to the entertainment community instead ofwhining, you wouldn’t be stuck where you are now.”

Roman slammed a hand on thecounter. “No one asked you, Microsoft Nerd!”

Logan smirked and resumed hisshopping. They knew each other of course. It was hard not to recognize everyonewhen you worked in one of the only stores in town. Plus all three of them hadgone to high school together.

Patton patted Roman’s shoulder insympathy. “I think what Logan’s trying to say is that you’ve got loads of potentialand I’m sure someone’s going to notice one day.”

“That is not what I said at all,but go off I guess,” Logan stated.

Roman flipped him off. Somehow, despitehis back turned to him, Logan must have sensed it and returned the gesture rightback to him.

Patton swatted at Roman’s hands. “Don’tbe ugly!”

“That’s impossible for someone likeme.” Roman grinned.

Patton sighed. “What am I going todo with you?”

“Love me, of course.”

Patton giggled.

“Hi,” a clipped voice cut in. Romantore his attention away from the agony of his life to regard the customer athis counter.

Roman hopped up from his seat andshifted flawlessly into his customer service spiel. “Hello! Ready to check out?”

“Yeah,” the man nodded, his hoodfalling back a bit at the movement.

Roman smiled. He recognized thejacket brand and was about to compliment the customer’s taste.

Their eyes met briefly and Roman’sheart exploded.

Virgil Storm.

Virgil freaking Storm was standingat his register counter.

No. No it couldn’t—

HOLY SHIT!

“That’s it,” Virgil Storm said,tossing a pack of sour gummy worms onto the counter. He briefly glanced overhis shoulder as if to look for something. He wasn’t really paying attention toRoman, so he didn’t catch being ogled.

Oh god, Virgil Storm was standingat his register. No matter how many times Roman looked, Virgil Stormstood there, and all Roman could do was ogle him.

Roman suddenly found the candypacket very interesting.

If he kept his head down, nothingbad would happen, right?

“Uh . . . that’s it,” Virgil saidagain, and Roman realized that he’d been standing there frozen.

Willing his limbs to unthaw, Romanmechanically reached for the candy and ran it over the scanner. A beep sounded,and with a stiff arm, he punched for the total.

“Your total is . . . a number.”

“What?”

Roman couldn’t even look up farenough to check the screen. How could he? When one of his idols stood beforehim. He owned all of this man’s albums, for God’s sake!

“Yes,” Roman said, as if thatexplained everything.

“Okay . . .” Virgil said. Heshuffled, presumably getting his wallet out or something. Internally, Roman wasscreaming to Patton for help, but sadly his friend had never mastered telepathy.In fact, he had no idea what Patton was doing right now. He wasn’t sayinganything, that was for sure. Did he even recognize the celebrity in their storeright now?

“Here,” Virgil offered a five-dollarbill.

Roman blinked at it. Wasn’t VirgilStorm rich? Why was he using cash when he could use a card?

Carefully, lest he mess up andforever embarrass himself, Roman reached up and took the bill from him. Theirfingers weren’t even close to touching, but Roman still felt like he’d steppedon a live-wire, a shock racing through his system.

Roman had dreamed many a time ofcasually running into his idols. He imagined nearly daily of becoming likethem, of leaving his mark, of impressing those that he looked up to. He wouldbe suave and graceful and witty, a dazzling star in the making who would sweepthem off their feet.

Instead Roman hunched in on himselfand began to cry.

“Oh shit, are you okay?” VirgilStorm asked him, and that somehow made everything worse.

Roman covered his face with hishands and sniffled. “I’m just feeling a little emotional right now.”

How mortifying.

A hand rubbed at his back. “Sorry,he’s having a quarter-life crisis,” he heard Patton explain.

Roman threw up his arms,tear-streaked face be damned. “PATTON! That’s not why I’m crying.”

“It’s okay Ro, it happens to a lotof people. It’s nothing to be ashamed about.”

“I knew retail work was hell, butgeez,” Virgil commented.

Patton nodded in sympathy. “Hereally wants to be on Broadway someday.”

“Patton,” Roman gasped in admonishment.“You can’t just be telling V— telling people about my silly dreams.”

“Why’s it silly?” Patton asked. “You’reso talented! You’ll make it, I know you will. You’ve just gotta keep trying.”

This could not be happening rightnow. Roman wanted to curl up in the employee’s bathroom and die.

“Broadway, huh?” Virgil asked.

Screw going to the bathroom. Roman coulddie on the spot.

“Ridiculous, huh?” Roman tried tolaugh at himself. If he laughed at himself first, it’d hurt less when everyoneelse did.

Virgil shrugged. “Not really.Someone’s got to do it, right?”

Oh.

No rejection.

Just a practical sense of hope.

Someone’s got to do it, and thatcould be him.

Roman blushed and gazed down at hisfeet. “Thank you . . .”

“No problem. Just uh, feel better Iguess.”

It was clear Virgil found this situationawkward but was trying to be considerate. For that, Roman was extremely grateful.

“Dee! Remus! What are you doing inhere? You know you’re banned!” Patton hollered, moving around the counter. Hehad his stern face on and a broom in hand. The two troublemakers would do wellto run while they still could.

They watched Patton chase Dee andRemus off.

“Does that happen a lot?” Virgilasked Roman.

“Only about every other day.”

Virgil didn’t say anything, soRoman went ahead and finished the transaction.

“Here’s your change,” Roman saidmeekly, handing the correct amount back to him.

“Thanks,” Virgil said, pocketingthe money. He picked up his gummy worms yet hesitated.

“Something else?” Roman wondered.

Virgil scratched the back of hishead. “To be honest, I wanted to get more stuff. But those guys were beingcreepy . . . But they’re gone now, so . . . would it be weird if I went to getmore stuff?”

Roman’s lips twitched up into asmile. “You didn’t judge me, so I’m not going to judge you.”

Virgil smirked. “Thanks.”

___________________________________________

General Tag List: @spectralheartt @a-pastel-pan @notalwaysthevillian @rose-gold-roman @ijustrealizedhowdumbmynamewas @katie-the-noble-fangirl @yourroyalydramaticanxiousness @aroundofapplesauce @merlybird500 @beach-fan @jemthebookworm @whats-going-on-kiddos @randomsandersides @gamerfreddie @unring-this-bell @analogicallythinking @lilygold23 @levy-the-b00kw0rm @tacohippy56900 @accio-hufflepuff-power1 @just-another-rainbowblog @georganabanana @grey-says-heck @crookedlyoptimisticdestiny @thesynysterunknown @idont-know-what-im-doing @idioticsky @fadingglowcloud @whizzie72 @theinvisiblespoon @greyyy523 @opaque-puppet @just-fic-me-up @wowimsogoddamnoriginal @sos-fandoms @loganeatsbooks @trust-is-overrated @theitalianalchemist @im-crunchie @mourning--star @4amanxiety @hogwarts-my-love @enby-phoenix @justanotherpurplebutterfly @internet-or-sleep @absolutesandersidestrash @seaspider10 @nonasficcollection @satanblessi @an-absolute-failure @analogical-mess @noisyeggpizzapatrol @hamilsandersfam @cefinitely-rolo @thgjclw @knight-shives @no-no-no-no-6 @savingshae @rabbitsartcorner @buddypallady @midnight-tragedyy @007ardra @fandomloverangel @dorkoverse @mirrorz-n-starz @idunnosong

[murdertrialimagines]

V3 Boys getting saved from a Gang by their S/O!

“Can I please request the V3 boys reactions to their s/o saving them from a bunch of gang members? And perhaps(if you're interested in writing it!), The boys find out that s/o has "dealt" with them before, and is afraid of them leaving because of this? Thank you in advance for this, love! You're doing an amazing job with your writing!”

Omg I love this idea!! I have so many ideas for each character! Story under the tag! NOTE: I made it so the V3 boy’s really go to Hope’s Peak! Also some cussing! 

Shuichi Saihara

Shuichi usually walked home from school with you, but you had some errands to run around the city today

It didn’t bother him much, it gave him a chance to just walk and listen to the sounds of his city

That is, until he came across a street that was completely empty.

He looked around, now noticing the stillness in the air. Had he taken a wrong turn?

As Shuichi turned, a hand slammed into his shoulder, twisting him back around and knocking him to the floor. He recovered from the sudden force and looked up, seeing a knife pointed at his face. Four people surrounded him, all wearing scarves to hide their faces and hoodies to conceal their heads

“You go to that Hope’s Peak, right? How much does it cost to go to a big shot school like that? Probably tons, now give us your bag!”

Shuichi grabbed the strap of his book bag, picking it up off the floor. 

“I-I don’t have any cash on me!”

The knife was thrust closer to his face, one of the boys wrestling him for his bag. “That’s a horrible lie, now give it up!”

They struggled for the backpack, and Shuichi could feel his grip on his belongings loosening. 

Right before he gave up and let them take the bag, Shuichi felt someone rip the bag from both of their hands, swinging it at the closest attacker

He watched as the familiar figure continued to beat the gang, screaming incoherent words at them until they fled

“And stay away!” Yelled his protector, as he watched the four teens run back the way he came. Shuichi took a closer look at his savior, breath catching in his throat when he saw their face

“Y/n?!”

His girlfriend gave him a sheepish smile before helping him up, returning his backpack

“Good thing your chemistry teacher made you take the textbook home today, huh? That thing is a brick!” She giggled

Shuichi stood, stunned. His girlfriend saved him?

“Y/n, I am completely thankful for what just happened, I really am, but how did you know I was here? That I would be getting attacked?”

I honestly just happened to be walking by and noticed what was going on. Haven’t you heard? Recently Hope’s Peak student’s have been getting mugged around this area, that’s why I have pepper spray. Plus, I know who those kids are, they used to mess with some friends I had.”

“Wait, you’ve fought that gang before?”

“Yea, a couple times.” She looked down at her feet. “Is that weird? I mean, I’m kinda in a feud with a local gang...and I don’t want you to get hurt.”

Shuichi pulled Y/n into a hug, smiling into her hair

“It’s perfect, I’m glad you know how to protect yourself.

Kaito Momota

Kaito was used to accidentally getting into arguments, the occasional fist fight here and there

So when he got into that tiny fight with that kid on the sidewalk, he didn’t think nothing of it. Just his hotheadedness making his life slightly more difficult than it needed to be.

He had totally forgotten about it as he was on his way to Y/n’s job at a local bakery to have a Sunday lunch with her while she was on break.

He was almost there, could even see the shop when he felt his arm being tugged, and was harshly pulled into a nearby alley

“Hey, what gives?!” He regained his balance and looked up, slightly paling at the sight of four or five guys, almost immediately noticing a familiar face with a now black eye

“We heard what you did to our friend, pal, and we don’t exactly take that kind of treatment kindly around here.”

Kaito felt his hands ball into fists, already knowing his mouth was gonna cause some trouble. “Hey, your punk friend started it! I was just trying to get passed him when he decided to be an idiot!”

He felt a sudden pain on his face as his head was forcibly turned to the left, his cheek throbbing in pain. Did this guy just punch him?!

“We were gonna let you off with an apology, but it seems this tough guys needs a lesson taught to him!” 

Kaito dodged the next punch, but a kick threw him to the floor. He barely leaned out of the next kick, and managed to knock one of the guys down by kicking his legs out from under him. 

He knew that was a lucky shot, he would never be able to take on all of them at once! Another kick hit his shoulder, knocking him on his back

Before he got up he heard a yell, and a blur running over him at the people. He sat up to see his girlfriend, still in her apron and holding a fork, pushing the nearest guy back.

Kaito watched as one of them reached for her, but she quickly stepped out of the way and hit him in the nose. Kaito could see the blood running from his face as he backed out of the fight.

Another charged at Y/n, but a scream rang out. Kaito watched as the kid staggered back, fork lodged in his forearm.

As they all turned and ran, one of them shouted back. “This isn’t over, Y/n!” 

Y/n yelled back a crude insult before turning around and squatting, holding Kaito’s face. “They didn’t hurt you too badly, right? Oh, your face is all red! We can put a milkshake on it at work.” She pulled him up

He got up, dusting himself off and staring at his girlfriend. Oh, his absolutely amazing and stunning girlfriend

“Y/n, I have never been so happy to see you!” He pulled her into a huge hug. “How did you know I was...why did they know your name?!”

“I heard the fighting through the open window of the kitchen. On the whole, them knowing my name part, they tried to mug me after work once, but you know how Maki helps me train sometimes. Now I keep an eye out for anyone they try to hassle. Sorry if that scares you...does it?”

“Oh, absolutely, but I know you can handle yourself amazingly well, especially after the awesome show you just put on!”

Y/n sighed,grabbing her boyfriend’s hand. “Good, now let’s go before they decide to come back. Besides, this makes three forks they owe me back for.”

Ryoma Hoshi

Ryoma knew he was on the hit list of the mafia, but local gangs too?

He was currently being held against an alleyway wall by the collar of his jacket, tennis racket knocked away from him. Shame, this was the one night him and Y/n had time to have a proper date.

“Someone said they’d pay us big money to bring you to them, but they never said we had to bring you completely intact, so a few markings couldn’t hurt...” He watched as the one next to the guy holding him pulled out a sharp pocket knife, smirking as the blade popped out. He closed his eyes as the knife came closer to his face, ready for the stinging pain.

“Ryoma?”

Ryoma quickly opened his eyes, seeing his girlfriend standing at the opening of the alleyway. Oh, she looked stunning in that new white dress, hair done slightly, and the new necklace he had bought her resting on her neck. How the rose pendant framed her perfectly.

One of the boys laughed, turning his head towards her. “Is this your girlfriend, kid? How did you score that?” Y/n took a step back, clutching the strap of her purse tighter

“Don’t touch her!” Ryoma yelled, kicking his legs. The bad guys snickered, lowering the knife from his face. 

“Oh yea? Would doing that make you cooperate more?”

A few of them moved towards her, her words demanding them to let Ryoma go fell on deaf ears. Ryoma struggled more, until he heard one of the guys speak

“Holy shit, it’s her! I barely recognized her all dressed up!” ‘Her?’ 

Ryoma watched as Y/n swiftly pulled something resembling brass knuckles out of her purse, punching the guy nearest to her. The punk yelled and stumbled back, holding his cheek

Ryoma let out a gasp as he was dropped, all of them now trained on the girl whom they all seemed to know. What was going on?! He quickly picked up his racket and helped fight the guys, until all of them were either running away or knocked out on the floor.

“Are you alright?!” Both of them asked at the same time, resulting in a half forced laugh. Y/n nudged the collapsed guy nearest to her with her foot, him letting out a groan of pain.

“Ryoma, what happened? Why were they after you?” She grabbed his hand, holding it tightly.

After he explained the situation, and calmed the fear in her eyes, it was his turn to ask a much needed question.

“Y/n, how did they know you?”

She gave a winced smile, eyes averting to the wall. “Well, they actually tend to do this a lot, though they’re not much good at fighting. We both know I can fight, so I try to help people out when I can. They’re honestly not much of a challenge. I guess they know my face now!” She let her signature smile out, Ryoma deadpanning. Was this really a good thing?

She looked back at him, eyes going round in fear. “Is that not a good thing? Do you not want someone who does that? I know you’re already stressed by having to avoid gangs yourself, I doubt you’d wanna have to babysit me...”

Ryoma squeezed Y/n’s hand, letting out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. 

“Y/n, I love you so much, but you’re going to give me a heart attack some day. I will never leave you, got that? You sticking by my side after knowing the danger I’m in is more than enough for me to trust you with my life, let alone my heart.”

Rantaro Amami

Rantaro has had his fair share of run-in’s with gangs, especially since they knew he came from a considerable amount of money

But once he met you, and you two had started dating seriously, he tried to be extra cautious of thugs. After all, how long until one of them uses you as leverage?

He always made sure to walk where people were, but sometimes he needed some quiet to think. That’s why he had decided to take a walk around Hope’s Peak’s gardens on the weekend, knowing no one would be here besides some students studying or working on their talent

Rantaro had put earbuds in to listen to music, which is why he didn’t hear the guys sneak up on him, one covering his mouth and another restraining his arms

“Okay, rich boy, give us everything you have, now!”

Rantaro gave a small smile as they removed their hand. “Well, I can’t really give you anything when I can’t move.”

This earned him a kick to the stomach by a third man, causing Rantaro to hunch over in pain.

“Hey guys, how much do you think we’ll get in ransom for twig arms here?”

Rantaro struggled in their grasp, trying to pull free, but to no avail. How had they gotten much stronger since last time?

He listened as they laughed and prepared to drag him off when he heard a yell from a familiar voice.

“Hands off, assholes!”

He felt the grip on one of his arms rip away, and he used that leverage to pull his other one free. He turned around, ready to punch the guy who was behind him when he saw that someone had beat him to it

Y/n, his girlfriend, was kicking one of them into the dirt, the second one already on the ground.

Rantaro saw the third one standing in what seemed like disbelief or fear, before he tackled him, making sure that he didn’t try to attack his girlfriend.

Once all of them were on the floor, Y/n grabbed Rantaro’s wrist an sprinted off, him nearly tripping from the sudden speed

When they were sure they were in a crowded enough place, Y/n let out a sigh

“You’re so lucky I had to come and make up that test, Rantaro.”

He smiled lazily, putting his hand on her head

“Good job Y/n, have you been training with Tenko?”

“Nah, I started taking self defense lessons the last time they tried to get me”

Rantaro’s smirk fell. “The last time?”

Y/n froze, wide eyes looking up at her boyfriend. “Ah, well, I guess they know we’re a thing, you see, and they tried to get me.”

Rantaro moved his hand, now resting it on her cheek. “Y/n, you know I want to keep you safe, one hundred percent, I’m afraid I won’t be able to...”

Y/n moved from his grasp, looking up at him with those same wide eyes, now with a hint of fear in them. “Is this a problem? Do we have to break up?!” She grabbed his hands

“No, no no no! I’m glad you can handle yourself, but I don’t know what I would do if they got ya. I’m just saying I want you to keep an eye out too. I’m gonna hire the best self defense teacher we can find, okay? Try to stay away from the gangs, but if you can’t...” Rantaro grinned, closing his eyes in the smile

“Kick their ass.”

Gonta Gokuhara

Why anyone would target Gonta besides him being an ultimate, I have no idea

But these thugs were fairly new, and wanting to seem tough, decided to pick on someone that would definitely get them street cred

That’s why Gonta was completely caught off guard when three people approached him in the park while he was waiting for Y/n so they could have their weekly picnic

He had been silently sitting on a bench, thinking about his girlfriends great cooking when three people surrounded him, smirking. 

“So big guy, we’re new around here, how about you give us something to, settle us in, hm?” He shoved Gonta’s shoulder

Gonta looked at them, flashing them an innocent smile. “Well, there’s lot of fun things to do! You go downtown and-”

The kid slapped Gonta, which in reality did very little to affect the entomologist.

“You know what we mean, or are you just that stupid?” Gonta stood up, stepping away from the bench

“That...that’s not nice! Should respect others!”

The boys followed him up, stepping closer to him

“Geez guy you really are mentally challenged!”

Gonta was about to respond when he heard rapid footsteps, along with a familiar, out of breath voice

“Gonta! I’m so sorry I’m late! The dog took my shoe and-” Y/n paused, now having approached her boyfriend and seeing the new people. “What’s going on?”

One of the boys laughed. “Is this your girl?” He approached Y/n, whos grip on their picnic basket tightened

“How about you hang out with us instead of this loser? I bet we can have a good ti-”

The boy was cut off by a wicker basket to the face, head turning at the impact. “What the hell?!”

Y/n hit him again, this time in the stomach. Her boyfriend watched as she swung at the other two who dodged, but were still shocked by the sudden attack.

She went to swing at one of them again when the first one grabbed her shoulders and shoved her, causing her to fall with a yelp

Her basket crashed next to her, some of the food tumbling out. 

Gonta ran over to her, helping her up. When she grabbed his hand and looked into his eyes, she saw more red than she had ever seen in them.

He helped her up and handed her her basket before turning to the boys.

“You guys are not gentleman, hurting Y/n like that! Only bad guy would hurt a lady!”

The boys were trembling already, when Gonta ran at them

They all screamed and scattered, one of them tripping as they sprinted out of the park

Y/n watched Gonta’s back as it moved with every breath, shocked by how angry he had gotten. She had never seen him like that...

When he turned around, all she saw was concern in his eyes. Gonta immediately ran over and looked her over, checking for any injuries

“Y/n not hurt, right?! You fell hard!”

She gave him a soft smile, putting her hand over his. 

“I’m fine, Gonta, promise. They’re not that tough, I don’t know why they go after people they obviously can’t handle.”

Gonta sighed, pulling Y/n into a hug.

“I’m worried they come back...”

“it’s okay, I’ve beaten them before, I can do it again!”

“WHAT?!”

Gonta pulled away, holding you by the shoulders

“You’ve fought?! But you get hurt fighting!”

“I promise, I’m fine, they never land a hit on me, today they just happened to be able to.”

He pondered this, before nodding.

“Okay...but I want be with you next time you out late!”

You pulled him back into a hug

“Of course.”

Kokichi Oma

Kokichi knew it was bound to happen at some point

He was the leader of a secret organization, after all!

And by that he means he pulls pranks on people who deserve them (and sometimes they don’t).

So when a new gang showed up near Hope’s Peak, he knew he was going to have a field day

Christmas must’ve come early because this is an amazing gift!

He started off by doing harmless things, buckets of water on doors, glue and feathers, his usual game

But when Kokichi realized that this gang was actually attacking people, robbing them or beating them up, he knew they deserved worse

He started doing things to scare them, setting small (yet contained) fires in their hideouts, booby traps that end up with pencils in their legs, things that could possibly spook them enough to run out of town

So when he was walking to his organizations hideout and was pushed against a wall, he put on his best grin

“Hey now what’s going on? Can’t a boy go to his evil work and do evil things when he wants to?”

This resulted in him being pushed back harder, the grin on his face faltering ever so slightly

“Stop screwing with us, okay punk?! Or do we have to give you a real warning?”

Kokichi watched as one of them men behind the leader pulled out a pocket knife, flipping out the blade

“Awww, c’mon! We were just having fun, right? You can totally join my club if you want, and that’s not a lie!’

Kokichi grunted has a fist collided with his stomach, causing him to cough

“That wasn’t very nice!”

“Kid, we never play nice.”

He watched as the knife got closer to his face, and he felt it faintly touch his cheek when he heard a small honk

They all turned to see a toy car coming from down the sidewalk, beeping and making engine noises as it got closer

“What the hell?” One of the men picked it up while the other wandered further down the street, looking for the person

While they were inspecting the toy, Kokichi heard a yell come from the other side of the street, turning just in time to see a face he knew very well running up

Y/n, the last person he expected to see, came charging at his main attacker, what looked like their physics book in hand. She swung at him, hitting him in the neck

The man fell with a cough, wheezing out a breath at the brutal attack

Kokichi straightened up, picking up the now dropped knife and holding it

He turned to see the next two people running at him, quickly dodging and letting one run into the wall

The other ran at his girl, who easily tripped him and beat his back with the book, causing yells of pain to come from the fallen boy

Kokichi’s attacker recovered from his collision with the wall and dove at him, earning him a knife to the shoulder

The stabbed man screamed, clutching his shoulder before running off, the other two quickly following suit.

Y/n walked over to the toy car, picking it up and putting into the back that hung on her shoulders

“Are you okay Kokichi?”

“Never better! Say, why do you have that cool car? And how did you know I was here? And how did you fight them? And how did you-”

Y/n shushed him, putting her hand up in a stop motion and putting her book back into her bag as well

“I have it because I’m gonna put a stink bomb on it and drive it into Kaito’s lab. Second, I was on my way to your hideout to get said stink bomb. Third, those guys are everywhere! Constantly ruining my pranks!”

“Y/n, you’ve fought them before? That honestly worries me, I don’t want you to get hurt, and that’s a truth!”

“It’s fine, though now that they know we’re connected in a way, they’ll probably come at us again. I hope that wont change anything between us...?”

Kokichi grinned, putting his hands behind his head

“Nah, you’re stuck with me. And besides, what safer place is there than with the guy who’s specialty is getting away from things?”

Y/n giggled, pulling one of his arms down and dragging him away

“Good, now let’s go get those bombs!”

Korekiyo Shinguji

Korekiyo has had his fair share of bullying, and never really had friends

So when Y/n came into his life, he couldn’t be happier, even if he didn’t express it much! 

He still got his fair share of weird looks and rumors though, but he didn’t mind it when he knew you didn’t believe them

So it was no surprise when he was in the public library, looking at books on ancient rituals, that a few people crowded him

“Hey, freak! When are you going to realize that you’re making everyone uncomfortable?”

Korekiyo ignored them, only taking in the symbol on each of their hands. A gang sign, perhaps? It was nothing he’s seen before

The leader tried to get his attention again by smacking a book out of his hand, causing it to crash onto the floor with a thud

Korekiyo just sighed, picking it up and trying to walk away

The boys followed him. “Hey, are you deaf or something, freak?!”

One of the boys grabbed him by the shoulder, spinning him around.

“Cut the act, freak! You know what we want!”

“I really...don’t”

The boys laughed, the one closest to Korekiyo grabbed him by the collar.

“We want cash, kid! Now give us your wallet or you’ll regret it!”

“Don’t you know you should be quiet in a library?”

The one holding him shoved him into a shelf, causing it to shake slightly.

“I don’t give a damn! Now give us all the money you got or I swear you won’t like what happens!” I knife was flashed in front of his face

Korekiyo sighed and pulled out his wallet. This would be easier than being stabbed right?

The boy went to snatch it from him when a hand reached out and grabbed the boy’s wrist, stopping him.

“Hey, that’s not very nice.”

They all turned to see a small girl, who they all recognized.

“Y/n?!”

“Hey, why are you picking on people? Get lost.”

The kid was at a loss for words. was he really being told off by her?!

He let go of Korekiyo, who straightened the collar of his suit before stepping in front of Y/n

“I would advise you to not hurt her, she has a lot of people who could snap you in half...”

The boys still tried to shove past Korekiyo, but before he could block them Y/n stepped though, smacking the closest boy with her hand and kicking his knee, making him fall

She kicked him a couple more times before grabbing her boyfriend’s hand and running, making sure to lose the other gang members before they stopped by a small antique store

“Phew, that was close! They never learn how to actually fight, and I bet they don’t even use that knife.”

“Y/n, I’m glad you came, but how did you know how to fight him? I sense you two know each other...”

Y/n sighed, rubbing the back of her neck. “Yea, sort of. We went to the same elementary and middle school, and he always bullied me. I guess when I left for Hope’s Peak he must’ve turned to the gang life, and I think he still has it out for me.” She giggled nervously at the end. 

“Y/n, that doesn’t seem very safe for anyone you know, if you’re constantly being targeted like that.”

Her eyes immediately widened, fear showing in them

“Does that mean you don’t want to be with me?! I’m sorry my life doesn’t seem very safe, but I do try to keep these types of things away from the people I know, and-”

Korekiyo placed a hand on her shoulder, causing her to jump slightly

“Nothing like this will make me leave you, sweet heart. I assume it just means I have to learn to protect myself as well...”

Y/n smiled, holding his other hand. “Let’s go ask Tenko!”

Kiibo

Kiibo could very well protect himself from any attack, if he was prepared

The problem is Kiibo doesn’t want to hurt anyone, so he’ll try to use words to diffuse a situation

So when he was walking to Miu’s for the party she was throwing for the class, he was caught off guard when three people grabbed him and threw him into an alley, surrounding him

“So, you’re the robot, huh?”

Kiibo scanned all of their faces, not recognizing any of them

“Yes...I am the robot?”

“Heh. Well, how much would that school and your creator pay to get you back? Probably a lot, right?”

“What do you mean?”

“You have weapons right? I would advise not using them, or they’ll find nothing but your garbage can body in a ditch.”

“Hey, that’s a robophobic remark-”

The main boy yelled at him to shut up, pulling out a taser

“Come with us, and no one needs to get hurt, okay?”

They started walking off with Kiibo when a voice was heard at the end of the alley

“Kiibo, where are you going?”

They all turned around to see Y/n and Maki, both of them holding snacks for the party.

Y/n took a step closer. “Are you alright?”

Before Kiibo could respond, the main boy pointed the taser at Y/n, Maki pulling her back

“I recommend you walk away ladies, I don’t want to hurt girls!”

Maki set down her food, taking Y/n’s and placing it with hers

“Y/n, you run, okay? I got this.”

Kiibo tried to protest when Maki sprinted to the main boy, twisting his arm, causing him to drop the taser

He screamed in pain, falling to the floor. Maki ran for the other two, fighting them both at once. 

Kiibo watched from the dead end of the alley as Maki fought with ease. He wasn’t worried until he saw the third one get up, picking up his weapon and running at Maki

Kiibo yelled out, but before Maki could react, Y/n ran up, elbowing the boy in the neck and kicking him to the ground, snatching the taser from his hand

She pointed it at the two other gang members, who were bleeding and wounded from Maki’s ruthless attack. 

“Go away, or I will zap you!” She turned it on for a moment, the cackling sound of it causing them to bolt passed her and out into the streets

Y/n dropped the taser and ran to Kiibo, checking his body for injuries

“They didn’t fry your wires, or mess with any vital parts, right?”

Kiibo ran a quick scan, Y/n letting out a sigh of relief when he stated that there was no intense damage done to his body. 

Maki walked over, putting a hand on Y/n’s shoulder. “Y/n, how did you learn to fight like that? You’re usually so timid.”

Y/n smiled and grabbed Kiibo’s hand. “Being a Hope’s Peak kid already puts you at risk of things like this, and when you’re smaller and a girl, they see you as an easier target. I’ve had to deal with them before, but they’re nothing I can’t handle!”

Maki took note of this, reminding herself verbally to warn everyone at the party of this occurrence

Maki walked off to grab the food, and Y/n tuned back to Kiibo.

“Are you safe? I know you probably don’t feel safe...”

“Y/n, do you mean safe around you?”

She nodded, looking down

“These thing are going to happen regardless of whom we are with, and trust me when I say I’d rather be there to help you, than be safe and not be with you.”

Y/n looked up at him, his heart skipping a beat at her loving eyes

“Really?!”

“Yep!”

She smiled pulling him into a quick hug. When she let go she pulled him out of the alley

“Let’s go, I wanna tell everyone about how I beat someone up, none of them will believe me!”

________________________________________________________________

Ahh, these last few feel so rushed! I’m super sorry this took so long, I’ve been really lazy and I have a huge exam coming up and my teacher keeps piling on work! I hope you enjoy it, and thank you for requesting something so unique!

[imdoingthismspaintadventure]

Worm 1.4 - In which a Worm fights a Wyrm

I felt a chill.  A part of me really wished that I had thought to get my hands on a disposable cell phone.  I didn’t have a utility belt, but the spade shaped section of armor that hung over my spine hid a set of EpiPens, a pen and notepad, a tube of pepper spray meant to hang off a key chain and a zippered pouch of chalk dust.  I could have fit a cell phone back there.  With a cell phone, I could have alerted the real heroes about the fact that Lung was planning to take a score of his flunkies to go and shoot kids.

Damn, she really went unprepared didn’t she? All of the objects mentioned there would probably be useless in a real fight, and with a phone she could alert authorities and not have to worry about biting off more than she can chew.

But as she doesn’t have it now she faces a moral dilemma: do I just ignore it and go back from where I came from and leave the kids to die, or do I jump in and try to disrupt the plans of a dangerous and famous crime boss.

That is less of a trolley problem and more like if there was only one track and you could throw yourself in front of it to derail its course. Cause damn. I guess she could blitz them and then run away?

At least, that’s what I had heard.  I was in a state of disbelief, turning the words around in my head to think of a different context that would make sense of it.  It wasn’t so much the fact that he would do something like that.  I just had a hard time wrapping my head around the idea that anyone would.

Oh. Taylor if something is true in the world, is that people are fucked up. Well some of them. There are also shining examples out there. Humanity as a whole is grand, but there are a lot of individuals that defy imagination with their bad deeds

Lung answered a question for one of his gang members, lapsing briefly into another language.  He grabbed one of his minion’s arms and twisted it to an angle where he could get a look at the guy’s watch, so I guessed it had something to do with their timing or when they were leaving.  The gang member who’d had his arm twisted winced as Lung let it go, but didn’t complain.

Look at this perfect way to see the time! Twist the arm of the person nearest you to see the clock. It’s so petty, I love it. Guess it is also a way to assert his influence and power, if he values those.

What was I supposed to do?  I doubted I could find any place in the Docks that would be willing to let me inside to use their phone.  If I headed to the Boardwalk, I wasn’t sure I would find any places that were still open, and I didn’t have change for a payphone. That was another oversight I would have to correct for the next time I went out.  Cell phone, spare change.

Yeah, I was thinking about that. Her house phone is obviously out of the question, and any other method would probably take too much time, not too mention they would change places and would maybe be impossible to find when security arrives

A car pulled up, and another three guys dressed in gang colors got out and and joined the crowd.  Shortly after, the group – twenty or twenty five in total – started walking north, passing below me as they walked down the street.

Oh great, as if things weren’t loopsided enough, reinforcements

I was out of time to consider my options.  As much as I didn’t want to face it, there was really only one option that I could have no regrets about.  I shut my eyes and focused on every bug on the neighborhood, including the sizable swarm I had gathered on the way into the Docks.  I took control of each of them.

Attack.

Oh damn, we are actually going to do it! Best strategy is probably:

1)Take down as much of the goons as possible while also attacking Lung

2)When he starts counterattacking run the fuck away.

I mean, you still would be in danger but his raid would probably be ruined.

It was dark enough that I could only tell where the swarm was with my power.  That meant I couldn’t even tune out the swarm if I wanted to have any idea about what was going on.  My brain was filled with horrendous amounts of information, as I sensed each bite, each sting. As the thousands of insects and arachnids swarmed over and around the group, I could almost see the outlines of each person, just by sensing the shapes of the surfaces the bugs were crawling on, or the areas the vermin wasn’t occupying.  I focused on keeping the more venomous types at bay for the time being – I didn’t need any allergic thugs going into anaphylactic shock from a bee sting or getting serious complications from the bite of a brown recluse spider.

The sensory overload of her power is seriously daunting. Also one of the most powerful aspects of her power if used correctly.

She’s swarming the group, biting and stinging with the softcore bugs. Doesn’t the brown recluse rot the tissue around the bite? A fully monstrous Taylor would be an utter nightmare

I sensed the fire through the swarm before I realized what I was looking at with my eyes.  My power told me of the bugs’ recognition of the heat, but I didn’t even have time to devote conscious thought to block out the instincts the fire set in motion before the damage was done.   The primitive thought processes of my bugs were reduced to confused impulses to alternately flee and to pursue the heat and the light they so often used for navigation.  Many bugs died or were crippled by the heat.  From my vantage point, I could see Lung lashing out with streams of fire from his hands, directing them at the sky.

Flamethrower hands! That’s awesome! And also highly lethal to Taylor’s bugs, which seems to not only burn them but also reverts the bugs back to their instincts in the presence of such danger

I suppressed a laugh, feeling heady with adrenaline.  Was that all he could do?  I directed the swarm to gather, so those who weren’t already biting and stinging were in the midst of the gang.  If he wanted to turn his flames on the swarm, he would have to set his own people on fire.

Fuck yes, Taylor thinks smart in a fight! (and for those of you that have watched Code Geass, doesn’t that almost-laugh and feeling of “I can do it!” after testing powers for the first time just scream Lelouch? )

The heated air and the smells gave me enough information, by way of my insects, to tell where Lung was in the crowd.  I took a deep breath, and then sent in the reserves.  I took a share of the venomous types I’d held at bay and directed them to Lung.  A handful of bees, wasps, a number of the more poisonous spiders, like black widows and brown recluses, and dozens of fire ants.

Damn, Taylor is more powerful here than I thought! Black widows and brown recluses, fireants.... that is a powerful army right there. The goons are fucked, but I get the impression Lung won’t be so easy

He healed fast when his power was working.  Everything I’d read online said that people with healing abilities would shrug off the effects of poisons or drugs, so I knew I’d have to pump him full of enough venom to overwhelm that aspect of his power.  Besides, he was a big guy.  I judged he could take it.

Fuck I forgot he had a healing factor! Taylor’s reaction to this seems to be more of a “Let’s up the DPS and override his healing” more than “oh fuck it’s not working”

Full-on with the venom then! That’s the problem with fighting with a power such as this, you have to get a little monstruous

From the information that I could glean from my bugs, Lung already had maybe a quarter of his body covered in armor.  Triangular sections of metallic plating were piercing through his skin, where they would continue to grow and overlap until he was nigh impenetrable.  If they weren’t already, his fingertips and toes would become like blades or metal claws.

He is really becoming a metal dragon holy shit. I have a really awesome mental image of the grey metal scales draped and surrounded  in orange/red flame.

I felt a sadistic glee as I organized the attack on Lung.  I directed the flying insects to attack his face.  With distaste, I focused the crawling ants and spiders on… other vulnerable areas.  I did my best to ignore the feedback that I got from that particular attack, as I most definitely did not want the same kind of topographical map that the swarm had provided just a minute ago.  Lung was bad news, and I needed him out of action as soon as possible.  That meant delivering the hurt.

Holy hell it must suck being Lung right now. Taylor can be brutal when she needs to be. The problem with fighting with a spoon instead of a knife, you have to go for the soft areas.

Taylor has some blood knight tendencies I see. Getting caught up in the fun of combat are you?

Rationale aside, I did feel a stab of guilt about taking pleasure in someone else’s pain.  I quieted that moment’s remorse by reminding myself that Lung had spread tragedy, addiction and death to innumerable families.  He had been planning to kill kids.

Taylor seems pretty good in rationalizing and justifying her actions. That is both good and possibly troubling for the future

Lung exploded.  No metaphor there.  He detonated in a blast of rolling fire that set his clothes, several pieces of litter and one of his gang members alight.  Almost every bug in his immediate vicinity died or was crippled by the wave of extreme heat.  From my vantage point on the roof, I watched as he turned himself into a human bomb a second time.   The second explosion turned his clothes to rags and sent his people fleeing for cover.  He stepped out of the smoke with his hands burning like torches, the silvery scales that covered nearly a third of his body reflecting the flame.

He just went fuck it, omnidirectional blazing inferno, scorched earth, and wiped out alll the insects he had on him.

I think you should run, this is a baaad matchup for your abilities

Damn, damn, damn.  He was fireproof?  Or skilled enough at using fire to superheat the air around him without burning himself?  The meager scraps of clothing that covered him were burning away, and fire licked and danced around his hands without him seeming to care.

I think he probably has a power that lets him generate fire very close to his body but without it ever touching it. Either that or he becomes fire wherever he generates it, like a devil fruit elemental power.

He roared.  It wasn’t the monstrous roar one might expect, but a very human sound of rage and frustration.  As human as it sounded, though, it was loud.  All the way down the street neighborhood, lights and flashlights flickered on in response to the explosions and the roar.  I even saw a few faces peering through windows to see the action.  Idiots.  If Lung’s next attack shattered any glass, they could get hurt.

Lung: fucking bugs! what in the fuck?? I go out to do my attack and a goddamn plague falls on top of me. Whoever is responsible for this is already cinders!!

From where I was crouched on the side of the roof, I directed some of the more harmless insects to attack Lung.  He lashed out with fire the moment they started crawling on him, which I had more or less expected. He was managing to kill the majority of the bugs with each burst of flame, and knowing what I did about his powers, I knew his flames would only get bigger, hotter and more dangerous.

Are there upper limits to his power? Or does he just, get stronger. Cause that would eventually be both aboslutely OP and a spectacle to behold.

In a typical fight, you figure someone would get weaker as the fight dragged on.  They would take their lumps, get tired, exhaust their bag of tricks.  With Lung, it was the opposite.  I found myself regretting that I had used only a relatively small number of the more venomous bugs, because it was becoming clear that what I’d used wasn’t having much effect.  He had no idea where I was, so I figured I still had the upper hand, but my options and the number of bugs in my swarm were running out.  Despite my earlier glee, I wasn’t sure I could win this anymore.

Lung thrives in a fight of attrition. As his enemies gets weaker he keeps getting stronger, until you give up and flee

You have probably lost your chance of beating him, or at least you will when he gets completely covered in the scales.

I hissed through my teeth, all too aware that time was running out. Before long, Lung would set fire to the city block, become immune to bites and stings in general, or destroy my entire swarm.  I had to get creative.  I had to get meaner.

Ooor you just could go 2000% offensive to all his tender bits before he gets the chance to completely transform. Holy shit.

I focused my attention on a lone wasp, and piloted it around Lung’s back, up behind his head and then had it circle around to his face and straight at his eyeball.  The wasp touched his eyelash, and he blinked before it could hit the target.  As a consequence, the stinger only sank into his eyelid, prompting yet another explosion of fire and a scream of rage.

Again. I thought.  A honeybee this time.  I wasn’t sure if he eventually got armor plated eyelids, but maybe I could use the stings to make his eyes swell shut?  He wouldn’t be able to fight if he couldn’t see.

Go for the fucking eyes. No fucking mercy over here

Maybe I won’t have to hypothesize about ruthless Taylor, she already seems to be there

and it’s great

The bee struck home this time, sinking his stinger into the ball of Lung’s eye.  It surprised me in that it didn’t stick or kill the bee, so I had the bee sting again, and this time the barbs let it stick in the skin at the corner of his eye, at the side of his nose.  The bee died that time, leaving some tiny organs and a venom sac hanging from the stinger. 

Lung could probably regenerate this damage, but still ow ow ow it must suuuck to be him

I expected him to explode again.  He didn’t.  Instead, he set himself on fire, head to toe.  I waited a moment, poised to attack with the next wasp to attack the moment he dropped his guard, but as the seconds passed, I realized he wasn’t planning on extinguishing himself.  My heart sank.

Surely he was burning up all of the oxygen in his vicinity.  Didn’t he need to breathe?  What the hell was the fuel source for his fire?

Oh shit now he’s like a walking demon covered in flame. No need to wait for the scales to fully cover him. He’s already invulnerable

Run

Standing in the street, he turned around, searching for me, with the flames that licked and rolled over his body casting light where there had been only gloom.  Abruptly, he hunched over.  I wondered if – I hoped – the various toxins and venoms in his system had done the trick. Then his back separated into two.  A meaty looking gap appeared along his spine, followed by an eruption of long metallic scales all down the gap.  After bristling for a few moments, the scales lay flat like dominoes falling.  He stood and stretched, and I could swear he was a foot taller, now with an armor plated spine.

Still on fire, head to toe.

He’s reaching perfect form

Will he be an actual demon/dragon at 100%?

Already he is becoming less human

Aah I wish someone like Murata could draw this, it would be a fucking spectacle

If the ‘constantly on fire’ thing had tipped the balance of the fight to futile, watching Lung grow and look stronger than ever had pushed me to the point of being spooked.  I started thinking about an exit strategy.  Rationally, I figured, Lung’s men were scattered to the four winds and they were probably in pretty rough shape.  Whatever Lung had been planning for tonight, chances were he wasn’t going to be able to carry out whatever plans he’d had after this debacle.  I had more or less accomplished what I needed to, and I figured I could run and find a way to contact the PHQ just in case.

Yeaaah time to get the fuck out

His plan is probably fucked, now let’s just pray he doesn’t kill you

That was the rational perspective.  Justifications aside, I just wanted to leave, right then.  If things dragged on and I stayed put, there was a very real chance that Lung would give evidence to the rumor that he could grow wings, at which point I would be spotted for sure.  I wouldn’t be able to beat Lung at this point, anyway, which left only a graceless retreat as the remaining option.

Ooh if he grew wings, you would have nowhere left to escape to anymore. Good thing is he would probably attrack the attention of some hero at least. A flying Wyvern of flame tends to stand out

Lung had his back turned to me, so I lifted myself up, slowly. Crouching, I backed up to retreat to the fire escape, watching Lung carefully as I set foot on the gravel of the roof.

As if a gunshot had gone off, Lung whirled around to stare at me. One of his eyes was just a glowing line behind his mask, but the other was like an orb of molten metal.

A victorious roar filled the air, less human than the outcry he had made earlier, and I felt a kind of resignation.  Enhanced hearing.  The package of powers the bastard got from his transformation included superhuman hearing.

.....

well fuck

f u u u c k

Lung is OP, he now has super senses and has found you. You better pray someone noticed, cause I don’t think you can do anything right now

Aaaa, and I got cliffhangered! I’ll see you guys on the next part!

I don’t have time to do the homestuck update today, will do it tomorrow!

[parkaiur]

The Dark Hour - Seunghun

❀ Fantasy, fluff, & action 

❀ Word Count: 9.2 K

❀ Every day at midnight, Earth opens up a portal to an unknown underground lair that leaks monsters: demons, goblins, hellhounds and more. The catch? It only happens for one extra hour after midnight, called the Dark Hour and it’s only open to a handful of people, the same people. One night, you find yourself snuggling up to your Winnie the pooh blanket, only to be greeted by a rabid, three-headed dog shooting through your window.

❀ A/N: .. I didnt mean to write this much but omg i hope you guys enjoy this cuz it took a while !! :D tell me what you think of it ! :)

-------

11:35 pm

“Did you take out the trash? It’s almost the Dark Hour.” My mom hummed. I rolled my eyes and spat out the toothpaste in my mouth.

“Mom, don’t be so dramatic, the Dark Hour is only open to a small group of people who are like freaky mixed martial artists or some weird whatever.” I said while tying up my hair into a high pony.

I walked out of my room and saw my mom sitting at the dinner table knitting a scarf. She slapped my butt as I walked past her. “I’m not dramatic! It’s still scary knowing that for one hour, we disappear as other people can see the entire world.”

I just sighed and grabbed a jacket. I pulled out all the trash and slipped on my shoes. “Ok mom, think whatever you want, I’ll be back in like 5 seconds and no monsters will be in my way.” I shut the door and walked into the cold winter air. I whistled on my way, feeling calm.

As soon as I could think, I knew the world I was living in. Every day at midnight, Earth opens up a portal to an unknown underground lair that leaks monsters: demons, goblins, hellhounds and more, The catch? It only happens for one extra hour after midnight, called the Dark Hour and it’s only open to a handful of people, but only the same people.

My mom was one of the many people who were afraid of portal opening up to normal humans as well.. Somehow, those who were chosen to hunt these monsters were trained. Most of them who went through the Dark Hour came back alive. They had hid the Dark Hour for a long time until more and more people were being called to fight.

But normal people never get sucked in. All the Hunters know they would be called, so they prepared for it. No one knows why this happens, but I wasn’t about to argue about why normal humans weren’t called.

I tossed the trash away and looked around. I sighed as I saw nothing spooky, just the normal neighbors who had not yet taken down their Christmas lights. Mom is scared for nothing.

I walked back in and dusted my hands off. “Yeah mom, totally fought off a seven foot demon, such hard work.” I faked yawned and stretched out my limbs to add to my act. She tsked and threw piece of string at me. “Whatever miss sass, just go to bed, you have a long day at work tomorrow.” I sighed, but knew she was right.

“Ok, ok, night mom. I will see you in the morning. Sleep, soon, alright, so that the monsters don’t get yo-” She picked up her stuff and walked into her room, sick of my sarcasm. I chuckled but knew she was just being dramatic. There were absolute zero cases of normal people attending the Dark Hour, so what was she so scared of?

I shrugged out of my jacket and straightened out my bed. I pulled my winnie the pooh blanket closer and shut my eyes.

I listened to the soft sound of the wind blowing outside. It was a peaceful night: no rain, no snow, no anything. I was grateful because I had a long day tomorrow.

I lulled off to bed, feeling myself falling into a dream. 

*BOOM*

My eyes shot open.

What was tha-

Before I could finish my thought, a loud crash erupted throughout my room, waking me up fully.

“What the fuck!?” I screamed. I grabbed the pepper spray and turned.

Bad idea. As I turned to face my window, I saw blood and lots of unknown liquid surrounding it. And on the ground I saw a rabid, three-headed dog glaring me down. I screamed and fell back into my bed, dropping my pepper spray.

“GET DOWN!” I didn’t know where the voice came from, but I was acting purely on instinct now. I jumped off my bed and into the corner of my room. I heard loud gunshot noises, but as I looked up, I saw lasers shooting through the air.

I shut my eyes and huddled against the wall. What is going on? What is happening-

“HEY! What are you doing?!” I heard the same voice yell at me. I heard footsteps nearing me, making me gasp in surprise. I grabbed my pepper spray and raised it, turning my face away from the intruder like I was taught in self-defense class. “What the...” The person, who I recognized as a male, grabbed my spray, and tossed it.

“Don’t hurt-”

As I turned my face towards the intruder, I was shocked. I was staring at a tall, brown-haired boy with warm and serious eyes. He was wearing all black and had a some sort of vest over him, similar to a bulletproof one. If this was another situation, I would be very happy about a hot guy standing in my room, but I couldn’t because I was almost killed.

“What were you planning to do with that pepper spray? Kill me? What a lousy weapon!” The boy exclaimed annoyedly. I narrowed my eyes at him.

“Well excuse me, it’s not like I carry guns in my room or something!” I spat back, suddenly irritated with his behavior. He shot me a look, saying I was dumb.

“You definitely should start doing that, what do you plan on fighting with? Did you just forget to get in uniform before midnight? And were you just sleeping? How irresponsible of you.” He spat while cleaning off his knives as he paced around my room.

I squinted my eyes at him. All black uniform. Guns and other weapons on his person. Intense gaze. Killed a three-headed dog.

“Fuck... it’s the Dark Hour.” I whispered. He scoffed and shook his head.

“Well, duh, it is midnight. Wait...” He stopped speaking and stared at me intensely. “This can’t be...” He started walking over to me and grabbed my wrist, pulling me close to him. “Is this your first time in the Dark Hour?”

I nodded, scared of what was going on. “Yup. Very first.” His eyes widened in surprise, dropping my wrist.

“How old are you?”

“I’m eighteen.”

He then kicked a desk and yelled, “Shit!” I flinched at his kick, but I still was numb. How could I be here? I’m not a Hunter-

“So you’re not a Hunter?” I shook my head slowly. His gaze turned distraught and he groaned in distress loudly.

Then, he turned to look at me very seriously.

“If you’re not a Hunter, you’re going to die out there.” He pointed outside to where I saw numerous monsters walking around. Blood was oozing all over the streets and I saw other quick, agile, strong, Hunters fighting them off. That was not me. 

I really was going to die.

“Well, fuck, I can’t go out there then!” I protested.

He shook his head. “You have no choice! They will come here and find you, only more will come. They are addicted to the smell of blood, we only have a short amount of time until the Hunters down there lose track of one and it comes back up here.” I could tell he was frustrated as he paced around my room, wondering what to do with me.

Then, he stopped and looked at me seriously once more. “Ok, my first priority is surviving. My second is dealing with whoever you are, but if you were called to the Dark Hour, then you must have some fight in you.”

I shrugged and caught the gun he threw in my hand. “Or so we hope.” He scoffed.

“Yeah, or so we hope.”

❀ ❀ ❀

It’s like the whole world was cracked open. None of the streetlights were on, yet I could see perfectly fine.

“No electricity works in the Dark Hour.” He informed like he was talking to a child. Suddenly, I saw a glimpse of some skin as his long sleeve caught in the wind.

“You have lots of tattoos.” I noted. He glared at me.

“You have the same ones. Everyone in the Dark Hour has them. It acts as protection from the monsters.” At his words, I rolled up my hoodie and saw the same black swirls he had all over his arm. I gasped and yanked it back down. “It’ll fade when the hour is over. Now, if you see a monster, shoot it. If it doesn’t die, shout my name.”

“And what would that be?” He smiled and shook his head.

“It’s Seunghun.” I nodded. “I’m y/n.” Before I could say anything else, a dark and shadowy figure appeared out of nowhere. I raised my gun and shot it, five times in the head. I felt shaky as it fell to the ground.

“Oh my god, I just killed someo-”

“Don’t finish that sentence.” He snapped. I nodded and shut my mouth. I wouldn’t anger a Hunter. “You just killed a demon. Something that would have killed you if you hadn’t killed it first.” He gripped my shoulder, pulling me together. I nodded and hid my fear. He then gave me hard pats on the back. I tried not to cough as he started to run towards something.

I held my gun to the ground in fear I would accidentally shoot him.

“Seunghun, who’s your new friend?” Someone shouted over to him. I looked over and saw another boy who looked a bit younger than Seunghun. I noted his smiling face and goofy nature. I wondered how he was a Hunter.

“Her name is y/n, and she’s not a Hunter. I’ll explain later but first we need to protect her.” The other boy’s jaw dropped.

“Woah woah woah wait, you’re normal?!” He basically screamed. I nodded while his face turned to an ash color. “Oh shit, is this is what the government are resorting to? Great.”

Wait..

“Did you just say government?” The two boys looked at each other and laughed.

“We’ll explain later, but the way, I’m Jihoon.” I reached out to shake his hand, but realized it was covered in monster juice. I cringed and pulled my hand back. “It’s fine, I forgot you were new here.”

As Jihoon was talking, he turned and took out his sword simultaneously, slicing the monster in half. I gulped as monster guts splashed everywhere. The childish boy turned and smiled. “A giant cyclops, hah.”

Seunghun rolled his eyes and took on another monster making a mad dash at him. Soon, chaos erupts. Multiple monsters came out of nowhere, running at us and other Hunters.

“Oh shit, Jihoon-”

“Got her.” The boy pulled me close to him while shooting other demons and monsters I couldn’t even recognize. I saw a monster run at me and I raised my gun to shoot it down.

It kept getting closer and closer to me. I kept shooting, but it seemed like it had no damage on the monster.

Suddenly, I saw Seunghun run front of me and rip out the heart of the monster. My eyes widened in surprise. “The only way you can kill that thing is ripping out it’s heart, it has no name but we call it the Ripping.”

“Why the Ripping?” I asked as I raised my gun to shoot a normal demon.

“‘Cause it’ll try and rip off your head if you don’t rip out it’s heart first.”

Seunghun then threw a dagger right by my head, hitting a monster I assume.

I let out a sigh of relief as he chuckled. “Don’t worry, you’re not strong enough for me to kill.” I glared at him, but he was right. I had no skill whatsoever. I just needed this hour to be over.

Soon, my wish came true as the monsters started to disappear.

“Finally, I just wanna sleep.” Jihoon said while stretching his arms in the air. Another Hunter smacked him on the head. “Shut up, Jihoon. You gotta enjoy the fight.”

Jihoon glared at the other boy and stuck his tongue out. “Byounggon, not all of us were born fighters.”

“Actually, we all were, that’s why we’re here.” Another Hunter pointed out. This one was quite short and had bright blonde hair.

“Actually, Hyunsuk, the girl isn’t. It’s her first Dark Hour and she’s never even picked up a gun before.” Jihoon laughed while the two Hunters started at me in surprise.

“Wow... how did you even survive.” I tried to shrug, but I could barely move my muscles.

“Probably only because I met Seunghun first and he gave me a gun. And saved me from a three-headed dog who tried to kill me.” The boys let out a bark of laughter as if I told a really funny story.

“Ah, Seunghun, our local prince, always helping girls in distress.” Byounggon teased while poking him on the side. Seunghun shook his head, tired of their teasing.

“Anyways, y/n, the hour is up in about one minute. You are going to wake up in your bed, which I presume your last location was before you were pulled in. No one else will remember this except us and the other Hunters.”

The others nodded as if it was weird to explain this once again. “You are not allowed to speak of the events to any normal people, ever. Of course, the normies know of us, but they really have no clue what Hunters do or what we fight.”

I nodded, trying to soak up all of this information.

“Will I still be here tomorrow night?” My question silenced him as he had no response.

“You may be, you may not, to be honest, this is as new to us as it is for you.” Hyunsuk noted carefully.

“Will I see you guys again? Do you guys see each other in real life?”

The boys shrugged. “I’ve never seen one of these guys in the normal world. We are sometimes transported to different locations if it’s busier, so it’s always changing, and-”

Before Seunghun could finish, I felt myself being pulled by an invisible hand. I held in my gasp as I felt the covers underneath my body. I shot up from my bed and turned on my lamp. I grabbed my phone from my shelf and checked the time.

12:00.

❀ ❀ ❀

I couldn’t sleep all night. How was one to sleep after they had just fought in the Dark Hour? And had no experience whatsoever.

My mom was right to be worried. If I was pulled in, I wondered if anyone else was in danger. Or if those normal people had survived. I wouldn’t have if I had never met up with Seunghun.

But I couldn’t dwell in it. I was back in reality and had a job to go to at 9am. Too early for anyone to get up.

“You look like shit.” Was the first greeting I heard from my co-worker, Mashiho. I glared at the pretty boy and flipped him off.

“You are shit.” I snapped back. I pulled on my apron and tied up my hair. He made claw movements and meowed like a cat. “Wow, someone is catty this morning.”

I resisted the urge to backhand the boy against the wall. “Not in the mood, Mashiho.”

Every day, Mashiho and I would bicker about something. Mostly because he an annoying prick and I was sarcastic and snappy.

Mashiho laughed and started fill the cases with food items. “Why? Late night with a lucky fellow?” He wiggled his eyebrows as I flicked him on the forehead. “OW!”

I sighed and started to fill the case on the other side of the cash register. “No, just I couldn’t sleep, ok? Just one of those nights I guess.” My words came out more sluggish than usual as I had gotten virtually only one hour of sleep.

“Well, be careful not to fall asleep today. It’s holiday season and people will want cakes and pastries for whatever reason.” I rolled my eyes and nodded.

“I’ll be fine.” Confused at his kindly spoken words. I probably looked worse than I thought if Mashiho wasn’t annoying me.

Soon, the clock hit 9 and I flipped the closed sign to open.

I sighed at the long shift ‘til 5 was about to begin. I knew I shouldn’t have worked during the holidays.

❀ ❀ ❀

The day was going smoothly, despite the business. Even though I constantly had the urge to punch Mashiho in the face, we worked well together.

The shop started to slow down as it neared 5pm. “I need a coffee.” Mashiho whined while walking into the break room. I rolled my eyes and kept at the cash register.

As no one new was coming in the shop, my thoughts drifted back to the Dark Hour. Seunghun danced into my mind as I pictured him in his attractive Hunter uniform.

Stop, you cannot think about a boy who you met in the Dark Hour. If life goes right, you’ll never see him ever again.

Suddenly, I heard the bell on the door ring, making my head shoot up.

“Hi, welcome to...” My voice trailed off as I saw the person in front of me.

His eyes widened in surprise as well. “Seunghun.” I stated. He gave me a kind and surprised smile. “Y/N.”

“Hey, David is asking where the mop is? Where did you leave it?” Mashiho asked me quietly since a customer was in front of me.

“Uhhh it should be in the closet.” Mashiho nodded and then looked to Seunghun who happened to be still staring at me. Mashiho looked at me, then to Seunghun, then back to me.

He smirked and patted me on the back. “He’s a good one.” He winked, hinting to our conversation earlier. I turned bright red and pushed him away.

Seunghun furrowed his brows, confused at our interaction. Before he could ask questions, I spoke first. “So, first things first, what would you like?” He smiled and took a look at all our choices.

“Oh, I came to pick up a vanilla cake with buttercream frosting for my grandma’s birthday.” I nodded and went to pick up the cake that was waiting for him.

“Is the name under Ahyoung?” He nodded. I handed him the cake. “Since you paid online, that should be it. Thanks for ordering from us.” He took the cake, but he didn’t walk away from me.

I kept my stare locked on him as he didn’t turn away. Suddenly, I heard a loud snap in my ear.

“Hello~ No eye sex in the bakery please. That’s a home activity, y/n.” Mashiho said while raising his brows at me. I blushed and pushed him away.

“That’s not-” I sighed knowing no one would care what I would have to say. “Mashiho, can you just... like leave for a quick second?” Mashiho’s jaw dropped.

“Wow, ok, I’ll be gone 5 minutes, you better not be having sex on the table when I come back-”

“Just go.” I snapped. The boy stuck his tongue out at me and walked away. I turned to face Seunghun who was already smiling at me.

“Does he think we’re having sex?” I was mortified at this conversation. “Well, uh, sorta, I mean, he wouldn’t believe my story of being unable to sleep last night so.” I shrugged. Seunghun nodded and understood what I meant.

“Anyways, on the more important issues besides my sexual adventures, we need to like... meet up. What are you doing right now?” He pointed to the cake. I sighed and rubbed my face tiredly.

“Ok, but the party will be done at 11. Then, I’ll come to you. What’s your address?” Usually, I would wait longer before giving a boy my address, but this was a different circumstance. “Great. See you then.” He winked at me which I couldn’t lie, I found it attractive. But I couldn’t let him know that. I rolled my eyes and waved him goodbye.

“Wow, he’s hot.”

“Shut up, Mashiho!”

❀ ❀ ❀

Eleven never came so slowly. Thankfully, my parents were already asleep so I didn’t have to explain why there was a very attractive boy in our home.

I heard a soft knock on the door and I jumped up to answer it. Seunghun was already in his Hunter uniform. My eyes widened and I rushed him inside.

“Why are you already wearing your uniform? That’s so weird! Did you come here in that?” The boy rolled his eyes.

“Calm down, I changed in the car, I am very professional at this. I have been doing it since I was 16.” I raised a brow.

“How old are you now?” Seunghun chuckled boyishly and gave me a flirty smile.

“Are you flirting with me?” I turned a bright red and led him into my room. “Your mouth is going to get you in trouble one day.”

Seunghun smiled as I shut the door quietly. “Says the girl who just locked my in her bedroom.”

I turned to him in anger, but I knew I couldn’t hit him since it would do no damage. “I-you. Ugh.” I stuttered out while he barked out laughter.

Then, he pulled out something from his bag I didn’t notice him holding. “Here is a Hunter uniform, I’m assuming you didn’t have one since you didn’t even know you were going to be in the Dark Hour.” I took the outfit and stared at it.

“Do you think I’ll be pulled in again?” He scratched the back of his neck and shrugged. “To be honest, I don’t know. Better to be safe than sorry.”

I went to the bathroom to change and stared at myself in the mirror. I looked like the definition of a Hunter. But I didn’t have the confidence or power as one of them.

“Everything ok in there?” He called out. “Y-yeah.” I spoke out as I exited the bathroom. I noticed Seunghun scanning me, examining how I looked in the uniform.

“What?” I snapped. He raised one brow and gave me one of his flirty smiles that sent shivers down my spine.

He leaned back in my bed that he had gotten comfy in. “Nothing, it’s just that you look really good in that outfit.” I saw him lick his lips nonchalantly, making me wish we were alone in my room for a different reason than talking about the Dark Hour.

I slapped him on the shoulder to hide my attraction. “Shut up, anyways, tell me everything you know about the Dark Hour. I need to prepare myself.”

His joking expression faded as I mentioned the Dark Hour. “First of all, let’s talk about how I’ve never seen you before this. I thought you said you’ve never seen any of the other Hunters in real life?” I bombarded him with questions.

Seunghun sighed and shook his head. “I’ve never met any of my friends who were Hunters in real life, but really, I wouldn’t know if I met a Hunter in real life. There’s nothing that sets us apart from the rest of society.”

I bit my lip and tapped my finger on my lip. “Ok, then why have I never seen you before if you went to the bakery I work at.”

“Oh, that’s because I’m in town from college, visiting my grandma. It’s her 80th birthday so it’s a big thing.” I nodded, working the pieces together in my mind.

“And what does the government have to do about the Dark Hour?” At my question, Seunghun tensed. I glanced over to him; he adjusted his vest and stared into space.

“So, no normal person knows this since the government hides it pretty well. But, there is a reason for the Dark Hour. Monsters keep rising from the Underworld, since it is becoming too popularted. The government has been in contact with Hades, the God of the underworld--”

“Woah, woah, woah, wait, Hades? You mean-”

“Yes, that one. Anyways, it’s almost midnight and I need to tell you this.” I nodded and listened carefully. “So the government is in contact with Hades who says he can’t control, even though he can, the monsters that are rising out. The human government was furious, saying he couldn’t just let out monsters.”

“So they compromised.” Seunghun nodded.

“They compromised. Groups of trained humans work together to defeat all the monsters that Hades lets out at midnight for one hour. Since he’s a God, he has the ability to monitor it and make sure no normal human gets hurt. And the tattoos? The government bargained for it so that they had to explain less murders.” Seunghun gave me a crooked smile, but I wondered if he lost any friends along the way.

He glanced over at my clock. “We have five minutes.” I took a deep breath as my heart race picked up.

Suddenly, he piled a bunch of weapons on my bed. “Here, keep these. They’re easy to use.” He gave me some fancy looking guns and other weapons. “This one, you press this button, and it shoots out mini bombs. Highly effective.”

“Thank you. Like truly, I would be so dead without you right now.” I whispered softly. Seunghun lifted my face gently to stare at him.

“I believe in you. Most normal people wouldn’t have come outside with me. You were brave. I’m sure you were chosen for a reason.”

He tried to look casual, but he kept glancing at the clock. “One minute.” He whispered. For a moment, I thought, he was going to kiss me.

But he scooted away and stood, watching the window.

“Stay on guard.” He demanded. He was much more serious during the Dark Hour than in the normal time. “Remember, we might be separated as I don’t know where I will be transported.”

I stood and held my gun close, listening for any movement. All I heard was Seunghun’s steady breathing.

The night was pitch black but I couldn’t see outside the window. “y/n, the streetlamps are off now.”

I sucked in a breath, understanding the true meaning of his words.

It was officially the Dark Hours.

❀ ❀ ❀

“I guess I should say welcome to the squad then, right?” I rolled my eyes but I couldn’t help but be sort of happy that I got to spend more time with Seunghun and his funny friends.

But that happiness didn’t last long as I heard a rustle outside the room. I jumped back and got father away from my door, my run still pointing at it. Seunghun watched his back as the window was behind him, he pointed at the door.

“Wait.” He mouthed. I nodded. I heard something that sounded like footsteps, but I knew some monsters had a similar foot structure to us. I aimed my gun high and waited for a noise.

Nothing.

“Don’t let down-”

As soon as he said that, the door burst opened and I aimed to shoot.

“WAIT! IT’S JUST US!” At the sound of a human I dropped my gun and saw Jihoon with his hands up. I raised a brow as I saw Hyunsuk, Byounggon, and a few other Hunters there as well.

“What the fuck is going on?” One of the unknown one said. 

“I have no idea, Yedam. But whatever is going on, it seems suspicious.” Seunghun looked frazzled and ran his fingers through his hair.

“What are you guys talking about?” Seunghun barked. Byounggon came forward and looked right at me and then the window.

He walked towards my bedroom window and flung it open, revealing a dark, empty street. Seunghun’s eyes widened. 

“No monsters.” Seunghun muttered. They all nodded. 

“No monsters? What? Has that ever happened?” I exclaimed. They all shook their heads. 

“Never. Sometimes there are less, but never zero. Until you showed up.” Hyunsuk said it casually, but I could feel the tension in his words.

Seunghun was about to jump in, but I could fight verbal battles myself. “Hey, don’t act like I made this happen. I’m just as confused as you are right now, and probably more since I have no idea why the fuck I’m here.” I barked, stepping closer to him. The boy came to meet me in the middle, but Jihoon stopped him.

“She’s right, we can’t blame each other. But besides all the monsters not being there, why were we all transported to this house?” 

I froze at his words. “W-what?” 

Byounggon nodded. “Yeah, I was sitting in my room, waiting for the Dark Hour and then I ended up here. Then I saw Hyunsuk, Jihoon, Junkyu, Yedam and Doyoung appear.” Seunghun brought his hand to his mouth to hide his gasp. 

“That’s never happened before. The most we have in one spot is 3 and even then it’s in the streets, not a house.” A boy I didn’t know explained. I noticed he was around the same height as Seunghun and had black hair. 

I looked around my home, but saw nothing different than the people in it. “Well if we’re all here, there’s gotta be a reason for it.” I set down my gun as I felt there was no threat and walked out of my room and into my living room, where the rest of the boys were called. I felt Seunghun appear by my side; he was still tense despite there being no threat. 

“What are you doing? He asked quickly. I scanned the entire room like a mad man and examined everything closely. “Y/N-” 

“This is my house. That means I know what it’s supposed to look like.” I hinted at him while walking deeper into the kitchen. 

Seunghun looked at me with a confused look until someone else spoke up. “She’s looking for a clue why we’re all here; if something is misplaced in her home, it might mean something.” A young boy with black hair spoke up. I nodded towards him and he gave me a small nod back. 

“Oh wow, good job, Doyoung.” Byounggon said patting his back. The younger boy nodded and looked serious once again. 

There was nothing different about the living room. I walked into my mom’s room, but I was rarely in her room, I didn’t know where what went. I searched and searched, but I didn’t know what I was looking for. 

I turned to leave the room. “Nothing?” Seunghun said sadly. I shook my head, but as I turned my head slightly, I saw something weird. My eyes widened in surprise and Seunghun caught notice of my expression. He gripped his gun and stepped to my side. “On guard.” The rest of the boys pulled out their respective weapons.

“She’s looking at a god damn strawberry recipes magazine, what’s wrong with that?” Hyunsuk spat. I glared at him and kept a hold on my gun.

“My mom is allergic to strawberries.” I stated loudly. The boys looked as uneasy as I felt. Why would she have a strawberry recipe magazine if she’s deathly allergic to strawberries?

I reached before the magazine, but before I could, the magazine started to move on it’s own. Seunghun stood in front of me, but I felt the urge to look at the magazine so I side stepped him. 

“Careful.” He whispered for only me to hear. I nodded slightly but I wasn’t paying attention to him. The magazine soon stopped on a page, making me anxious to read what it said. 

“Watch their backs.” A boy with dark black hair said. The boys nodded and followed his orders. Seunghun stepped closely to me and turned to me. 

“Together.” I caught the hint of his words. He took my hand and squeezed it, making me feel safe. Together, we walked slowly towards the magazine, unsure if it would make a sudden movement. 

Once we got close enough to read it, my heart dropped as I saw a page with no strawberries on it, but a small line written on it. I leaned down to read it.

The end is tomorrow. There are more of you. There are more of them. Use the girl, the normal one. 

Good luck, and don’t let the darkness take you. 

Shivers ran through up and down my spine. The girl, the normal one. I was the only normal girl in our group, meaning I was screwed. 

“What are you doing?” Seunghun asked softly. I looked up at him and raised my brows. “I’m reading the message.” I answered back slowly.

“Y/n, there’s nothing on that page.” Seunghun said quietly, almost like he didn’t believe his words. T

he boy who gave ordere earlier walked over and peered down at the magazine.

“Yedam, be careful.” Doyoung told him. Yedam glared at the boy, but looked at me curiously. “Seunghun is right, there’s nothing there.” 

I looked down at the page and saw the black writing very clearly. The rest of the boys were now huddled around the message. 

“There’s nothing.” A boy whose name I think was Junkyu, if I had remembered clearly. 

“Y/n, do you see something?” Seunghun asked me firmly, peering into my eyes. I felt all eyes on me and I grew nervous. I mustered up my courage and nodded. 

“Shit, this is so creepy.” Hyunsuk said while pacing around the room.

Seunghun didn’t move from his spot and continued, “What does it say?” 

I looked down at the pages and read them once more. “The end if tomorrow. There are more of you. Use the girl, the normal one. Good luck, and don’t let the darkness take you.” 

As soon as I said those words, the rest of the boys erupted into sighs and shivers. “Oh god, what is going on?” Junkyu wondered out loud while sitting on my mom’s bed. 

“Use the girl? What does y/n have to offer, no offense.” Jihoon said. 

“It doesn’t say what for. That’s all the message says.” I glanced over at the clock which wasn’t working. 

“We have one more minute before the Dark Hour is over." Doyoung announced.

No one had an answer for the confusing events, yet none of us could formulate a question. 

“Rest well today, it seems like we have a lot ahead of us tomorrow.” Seunghun announced while finally relaxing. 

Before anyone else could answer, I felt myself being pulled out of the Dark Hour and back into reality. I fell against my room wall and saw Seunghun standing firmly. I could see he was used to it and I wasn’t. 

Use the girl, the normal one. I see the message flash once more in my eyes, but I truly had no idea what it meant. I was a normal person, what did I have to offer? I was a nobody. 

“Are you ok?” Seunghun asked, concern laced in his voice. His hands went to cup my face and I nodded, dazed by the previous events and the intensity of his eyes. He pulled away, but I felt the urge to pull him back.

So I did. He grew surprised at my bold actions but let me pull him, even though I knew he was much stronger than I. “Are you going to be safe when you’re alone?” At my innocent words, he laughed loudly. 

“Y/n, I should be asking you that, I’ve been training since I was 10 years old for this.” 

“And how long ago was that?” I had never gotten his age, and I would be lying if I said I wasn’t curious. Seunghun gave me a small smile.

“It was 9 years ago.” I smiled widely. “So you’re 19.” Seunghun shook with laughter. 

“Wow, good math skills you have there.” He gently tapped my forehead with his knuckles. 

Our conversation came to a stop and my only focus was on his face that was so close to mine. My eyes flickered to his lips, wondering how good he was with them. His eyes were taunting, like he didn’t believe I would do anything. 

He was wrong.

Before I knew what I was doing, I pulled him close to me, closing the gap between our lips. He responded quickly, his arms wrapping around me in a matter of seconds. He kissed me softly at first, but then I felt him bite my bottom lip softly, making me melt against his body. My hand wandered under his shirt, feeling his toned upper body. He sighed at my touch. 

Somehow, I had pushed him onto my bed and I was now on top of him. At our scandalous position, he grabbed my waist and pulled me aside so that I was sitting on my bed. 

I felt cold without his masculine warmth, and I was also stunned at his actions.

Oh shit, what did I just do? How did I get so lost in my feelings that I thought I could get down with a Hunter? 

I guess my face of surprise and shock was obvious because Seunghun started to talk before I could. “Y/n, I’m sorry, it’s just we only met each other yesterday and I know you’re in a confused state right now.” He talked as if he was talking to a piece of glass, which I wasn’t. But I already was embarrassed enough.

He has probably met so many female Hunters who so much stronger and prettier than me. I want to smack myself silly.

“I know, yeah, you’re right, um, I’m like, frazzled whatever. My emotions are running high. Um...” I felt myself stutter out. I felt tears brimming at his rejection, but I knew I couldn’t force him to do anything.

“Y/n, it’s fine, I just, I don’t want to... right now at least.” The was every nice guy’s way of rejection. And I couldn’t even be mad at him.

“I’m sorry, it was my fault. Um, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow then. Bye.” He didn’t make a move to leave.

“Y/n, I didn’t mean to hurt you-”

“Seunghun, I’m sorry, but can you just leave?” I asked quietly, unable to look him in the eyes. Seunghun nodded, and stood, sparing me one last glance before he left, leaving me to slap my face and think about what I had just done.

Even though I was hurt in the moment, Seunghun was right. I wasn’t in the right state of mind to be anything intimate with anyone. Of course I was attracted to him, I mean who wasn’t, but I was in for about the biggest fight of my life tomorrow. 

And so was he. 

“Y/n, you’re the biggest idiot I know.” 

❀ ❀ ❀

“Looking better today, y/n, did you finally get some sleep?” 

I was immediately greeted by Mashiho’s taunting tone. But I was too upset and stressed to fight back.

“Yup, slept like a baby.” I lied. I had listening to self-deprecating music before I went to bed and then cried myself to sleep from Seunghun’s rejection and the fate of other Hunters in the palm of my hand.

I tied my apron on peacefully and said nothing else to him. Mashiho peered at my face and squinted his eyes. “What are you doing, Mashiho?” He scooted away from me.

“You seem different today. What happened with that boy?” I rolled my eyes even though he was a partial reason to my mood. 

“Nothing happened, we were never a thing nor did anything happen between us.” I stated clearly. Mashiho tsked like he didn’t believe me. 

He then stopped and leaned against the corner of the shop. “Look, y/n, I know you have no friends. So if you ever wanna tell me what happened, I’ll listen.” I started to roll my eyes, but it was kinda true, I really had no close friends. I had acquaintances and whatever, but never a friend that I would talk to into the late hours of the night. 

I felt myself tear up at his words as no one had told me that they would listen to my concerns. “Oh my god, are you crying?” At Mashiho’s blunt statement, I started to cry harder. Surprisingly, he pulled me into a brotherly hug and patted the top of my head like a child.

“Tell me what happened.” He whispered. I wiped my eyes and tried to speak calmly. 

“I tried to sleep with him, but he pushed me away saying that we both weren’t ready and we both just met each other.” I conveniently left out the Hunter thing, but I guess it wasn’t too important. Mashiho pulled away from the hug to give me a judgy look.

“Well, I didn’t think you would be the first to make a move, but damn girl.” I laughed at his goody statement but pulled away from him to wipe my tears. “Why are you being so nice to me?” I asked softly. He gave me a soft smile and shrugged.

“I’m not that big of a dick to make fun of a girl crying.” He shrugged, but I could tell something else was bothering him. Soon, the clock hit 9, and it was time to work. “Go wash your face, I’ll be fine up here alone.” I nodded. As I turned away, I gave him one more hug which surprised him.

“Thank you.”

He crinkled his nose as I pulled away. “Don’t get too soft on me now.”

❀ ❀ ❀

Mashiho and I had closed early today as it was new years eve. 

“Happy new years, y/n, try not to jump any more guys while I’m gone.” I slapped him on the back of his head, but I laughed. 

“I promise. That was my first time and last time.” He waved me goodbye and we went out separate ways. I got in my car, but I realized I didn’t want to sit at home all day and wait for midnight. I felt myself being compelled to go to the library for some reason. And not the library near my house, but the one that was out of the town I was in. I drove 30 minutes to the vaguely familiar library I had only visited once or twice. I preferred the one near my house, but this library was giant and beautiful as well. 

As I walked in, a strange man approached me. “Are you y/n?” Out of instinct, I had nodded, but then I realized I shouldn’t have told him the truth. But too late.

He smiled and nodded towards one of those private rooms. “Great, your spot is being saved in there.” I thanked him, even though I felt suspicious to walk in.

I gathered my courage and opened the door. I was shocked at who I saw. 

“Oh wow, look who came late to the party.” 

❀ ❀ ❀

“H-hyunsuk?” The blonde boy nodded and twirled a knife in his hand. I gasped and shut the door quickly. “Why are you holding that?” 

As he moved out of the way, I saw all the Hunters that I saw last night here tonight. “Why are you all here? I thought you guys said you never saw each other in real life!” I exclaimed, tossing down my bag I brought to work each day. 

“We didn’t. Until now.” Doyoung informed.

“We all heard a voice in the back of our minds telling us to come here, that we needed to come here. So we did of course.” Yedam 

“And now you’re here, so it makes sense.” Junkyu said cheerfully. 

I looked around the room, staring at all the weapons. “Why did you guys bring those though?” I asked, worried that we would be arrested for bringing those in there.

“That’s what were going to ask you.” Seunghun informed, leaning forward in his chair. As he spoke, he made eyecontact with me that I awkwardly avoided. 

“Well, I have no...” I didn’t finish that sentence as I saw a message appear on the wall.

The Dark Hour is early tonight. It will begin at 5pm. Good luck.

“Y/n?” Doyoung asked, startled at my behavior. I then realized I was leaning forward on the chair and the rest of the boys had stood in confusion. I stood up and nodded.

“Just peachy. There’s a message on the wall and it reads ‘The Dark Hour is early tonight. It will begin at 5pm. Good luck’“ I restated.

The boys froze and checked the time. It was six minutes til 5. 

“What the fuck is going on? All of this is so confusing!” Hyunsuk muttered loudly. 

“No idea, but that means we have to prepare ourselves. Put on your uniforms.” All of a sudden, they started to strip and I caught a glimpse of Hyunsuk’s abs as he threw it off carelessly. Hyunsuk was sort of an asshole, but I couldn’t help but stare. 

Suddenly, a large body covered my line of vision. I peered up and saw Seunghun who was raised a brow at my red face. “What.” I whispered harshly. 

He then leaned in closer and shrugged. “Mine is better.” He randomly said, but I knew what he was talking about. 

“Well, I could’ve....” seen them last night. I didn’t finish my sentence. Girls always got shit from boys when they didn’t want to have sex, the least I could do was wait for Seunghun to be ready. Or be fine if he never wanted me like that. I had to respect that. “Nevermind I’m sorry.” I muttered quickly, stepping away from him.

Before I could leave, he pulled on my wrist gently, making me face him once more. “One day, y/n, when all of this is over.” He promised. Before my face could light on fire, I felt someone else approach me.

Byounggon plopped an outfit in my hands. “I know you didn’t bring one, so I thought of to bring an extra. I hope it fits.” I nodded in shock.

“Thank you.” I whispered gently. He gave me a fatherly smile and patted my head. “Don’t thank me, thank whoever gave me the urge to give me an extra.”

“Two more minutes!” Doyoung called out. I realized that they all had changed and were now waiting on me. I glared at them and did spinning movements.

“Can you guys like.. turn around?” The nodded respectfully and did as I told. I stripped quickly and slipped on the fitting uniform. It was a perfect fit. “Done!” I called out. They turned back and gathered at the small table.

“Do you think there will be other Hunters there? They said there will be more of ‘us’, whatever that refers to.” Jihoon asked curiously. No one answered.

“No clue. I guess we’ll just have to wait and see.” Yedam responded. All of a sudden, I felt the familiar pull, meaning this time I was transferring somewhere else. 

I landed on my ass, confused of my surroundings. “Get up!” Someone called out to me. I felt someone pull me up. It was Seunghun. 

I felt relief flood my body as I saw a familiar faces all around me. 

“Y/n!?” I heard a familiar voice say. I jumped back from Seunghun’s hold and turned around.

“MASHIHO!?” I exclaimed. His doe eyes narrowed at me.

“What are you doing here? Are you Hunter?” It was weird to see him in a tight fitting long sleeve and such edgy clothes when he had always worn preppy clothes. 

“Um, not really. It’s complicated.” I responded lamely. 

Another boy stepped forward. “She must be the the girl the message spoke about. The normal one.” 

Suddenly, they started to converse in an unfamiliar language I recognized as Japanese. 

“MASHI!” Suddenly, Junkyu appeared out of nowhere and tackled Mashiho in a hug. They hug was childish and passionate.

I looked to Seunghun. “Did you know he was a Hunter?” I asked accusingly. He shook his head. “I swear I’ve never met him. I’m usually transferred to the same spots so I probably never ran into him. But I know all his friends.” 

“That’s Yoshinori, Kotaro, Asahi, and Mahiro.” I waved to them awkwardly as they gave me awkward smiles. 

Suddenly, I heard a loud explosion outside. 

“Guards up!” Seunghun yelled as I reached for the gun in my holster. “Let’s jump down!” He then broke the window and started to jump out. 

My eyes widened as he just flew down to the ground from my second story. The rest of the boys followed him. 

I felt someone grab hold of me and carry me. “Hug my chest so we can fit through the window.” Mashiho said sternly. It seemed like everyone got a bit more serious in the dark hour. I did as he told and suddenly we were falling out of my window. I held onto him harder and Mashiho landed smoothly. “I’m never going to let you live this down.”

“Shut up.” I jumped off of him and took out my gun. 

There was nothing at first.

Then it came.

“A-are those humans?” I whispered to no one in particular.

Hundreds and hundreds of humans started piling towards us with blank eyes and dirty faces. Some had clothes, some did not; skin was falling off of them, dragging in the streets. 

I felt someone grab my face and pull me close to them. “S-seunghun-”

“Look at me. Those are not humans, those are zombies who will try and hurt you. They will use psychological warfare on you, they will tell you things that aren’t true. Do not fall for that, ok? Kill them as fast as you would kill a fly. Do you understand me?” I nodded hurriedly. He stared at me a little longer before pulling away. “Good.”

“Well, stop trying to make us jealous.” Hyunsuk teased by slapping Seunghun’s shoulder. 

“Look.” Doyoung said calmly. The zombies started to run faster and soon the battle had begun. The boys, who I had known to be funny and boyish, became fearless killers as their enemies came closer.

“Watch her please.” Seunghun pushed me back to Mashiho.

“Damn I’m stuck with the burden?” As zombies came running at the both of us, I held up my gun and shot five of them in the head. He stared at me with wide eyes.

“Such a burden.” I snapped.

The zombies kept going down, coming steadily at us until one latched onto me. I grew afraid as its droopy eyes and skinny body held onto my arm with a tight grip.

“Help me!” It called out. “Help, I hate it down there, it’s terrible and scary! I’m just a girl, please!” She called out to me. Her features still looked slightly human, making my heart hurt. “I swear I just want to live more!” 

“I-I’m sorry, I can’t.”

Suddenly, her eyes turned black as she lunged for me. I took out my gun and shot her in the head.

“Fuck.” I spat. 

Suddenly, all the zombies stopped coming, leaving the large group to stand there in silence. “Is that it?” Hyunsuk called out, sitting on the ground to rest.

Seunghun was still tense and held his knife in his holster. “Stay ready.” 

All of a sudden, a streetlamp turned on, revealing a man standing underneath the solely lit lamp. I gasped and instinctively stepped back. “What? What do you see?” Seunghun whispered in my ear.

I looked up at him with concern in my eyes. “Do you not see it?” I whispered.

“See what?” Jihoon asked, looking into the distance. I gulped and stepped out of Seunghun’s hold. 

“There’s a man over there. Underneath the streetlight. And the light is on too.” 

“Is he moving? Are any other lights on?” I shook my head at Byounggon’s rapid questions.

I started to walk towards the man until I felt a hand pull me back. “No, what if he’s dangerous.” I shook my head. “I need to do this. I feel it.” 

Thankfully, Seunghun let go of my hand. “Fine, but I’ll be behind you.” I nodded and we both started to walk towards him. I felt the tenseness of the dark air, but I felt like whoever the man is was important. 

“y/n.” He called out. “y/n, don’t be scared.” I expected Seunghun to pull me closer, but I remembered he couldn’t hear him. 

“What do you want?” I asked boldly. Seunghun then tensed and pulled out his gun. The man laughed. 

“Interesting.” He commented. “He’s gotten soft for you.” 

I glared at the man. He was tall, not taller than Seunghun, but tall. He had dark brown hair and had an average looking face. No sense of crime or anger in his eyes. 

“What do you want?” I demanded once more. 

He went silent for a moment, but looked me in the eyes. “It’s over. Congratulations. The Dark Hour is no more.” He confessed. My eyes widened in surprise. 

“What, why?”

He shrugged. “You humans have done well, Hell is now not as crowded as it used to be, there is no reason for me to keep letting creatures out.”

My head spun with all this information. “Why am I here then? Why call me when the fight as almost over?” I snapped. The man shook with laughter.

“Why do anything?”

My jaw dropped at his sarcastic remark. “Well, good that it’s over then. I’m not cut out for this.” 

The man looked at me sadly. “You were way better than you ever thought you would be. That is why only you can see me and none of them can.”

“Why can I see you and no one else can?”

Before he could finish his sentence, his body to fade. “I can’t give you all the answers, honey. That would be no fun.” 

He then tipped his head down as his body faded away. “Goodbye, y/n.” 

As he faded, I felt myself being pulled back into the real world.

❀ ❀ ❀

I woke up the next morning to my alarm. I sighed and shut it off, feeling a headache from the last night. 

The Dark Hour was no more, but I didn’t even get to tell all the guys before being pulled away. I wonder if they felt it too, I wonder if they knew. 

I shimmied into my clothes and got ready for another day at work. 

The bakery was empty, with only Mashiho swiping up the floor. “Hey, Mashi.” I teased as I walked into the shop. He raised a brow and chuckled awkwardly.

“How did you know that was my nickname? Only my mom calls me that.” Now I was the confused one. 

“What are you talking about, Junkyu called you that last night.” I reminded him as the large boy had run and basically flung Mashiho around. 

“Who’s Junkyu? And you and I weren’t together last night...” He walked towards me and placed his hand over my forehead. “Are you sick?”

My jaw dropped as he truly didn’t remember. 

What happened that night? Why does Mashiho not remember what happened? Did that mean no one remembered...

Does that mean Seunghun no longer knows who I am?

My heart dropped at the realization.

“Are you ok, y/n?” Mashiho asked with concern in his eyes. I nodded and turned the bakery sign to say open. 

“I guess I have to be.” 

As soon as the bakery sign was open, we heard someone enter. 

“Hi, welcome to Treasure Bakery, can I...” My voice faltered as I looked up from the register. He was wearing dark black pants with a white button up. His hair was messily combed through, like he had just woken up. 

He smiled widely at me, making my heart pound faster at his kind greeting. 

“Hey.”

[elizabeth-234]

Chapter Twenty

Someone to Care

Summary: What happens when everyone makes an assumption about their friendly neighborhood spider?

Word count: 4k

Chapter Nineteen 

Natasha accelerated through the traffic, weaving in and out of the cars all at a standstill. It was exhilarating and there was a superior air around her because of the sleek vehicle she was riding. Her old motorcycle had been destroyed and she had quickly bonded with this new one. They had formed a kind of understanding with each other. An understanding that appreciated speed and demanded nothing less than the very best performance from both rider and machine.  

The sun streamed directly overhead as the people rolled their eyes at the motorcyclist disregarding the traffic laws. Some even sneered when the driver veered onto the sidewalk at one point, scattering the pedestrians, and leaving them angry in her dust. The wheels turned at a high speed pace but her heartbeat remained constant, steady.

She swung into an alley, ignoring the no park sign, and turned off the motorcycle. Walking around to the front. Along the way sizing up the building and making sure everything looked normal. Natasha climbed the stairs that were quickly becoming familiar. The door’s paint was chipping around the edges and she winced at the lock they had. Anyone with a connection to YouTube could figure out how to break in. She would have to find a way to convince the occupants to upgrade somehow. After knocking once she waited, not wanting to barge in, before knocking louder a second time. A shout came from inside followed by footsteps.

The door swung open and the brunette stood before her.  Her body fell against the doorframe and Natasha could see tremors wracking her hands. Without saying a word May plucked herself away and led them further into the apartment. The couch dipped under their separate weights and May wiped her eyes on the sleeve of her shirt. Natasha wasn’t one to talk without reason and waited for the other woman to start. To tell her what she knew.  

As she waited, Natasha glanced around the room. Not for the first time she saw the picture of the Parker’s family. It looked like Peyton and Ben had come up behind May and planted a kiss on either cheek. A huge smile adorned May’s face and was a dramatically different image than the one sitting next to her. How cozy they all looked. How happy and loved they were in each other’s embrace. From Peyton she knew that her uncle was no longer with them and Natasha grieved the loss for them. With them.

Fingers grasped her wrist and she fought the urge to relieve them of their hold. The hand shook and their eyes connected, forcing her to focus on the situation at hand, and not idling’s of the past.  May took in a deep, ragged breath and broke the silence.

“She still won’t answer, Nat. On one hand I think I’m being paranoid, you know? Sometimes she goes off on her own, especially after Ben. But on the other hand I can’t help but worry. Something just doesn’t feel right and there’s this squeezing in my chest like I know she’s in trouble. She always leaves a note” Natasha took May’s hand in her own and clenched them together.

“Listen to me. What I’m going to ask you to do is hard. I know it is but I would never ask if it wasn’t important. I need you to trust me. Okay?” The woman searched her eyes and upon finding what she was looking for nodded. Relief coursed through her veins at her friend’s firm understanding. This would make it easier. “You have to stay here. I need you to stay here. I am going to find her. No, don’t interrupt. I said this would be hard and I meant it. You’re an amazing mother and I know you want to be there but this is what I was born to do. I can find her. I will find her and bring your baby back to you.”

May’s eyes closed in an attempt to control the tears that were begging to fall and Natasha, after everything, had a hard time predicting what her friend was thinking. The first time they met Natasha was exhausted and pissed off. Her motorcycle had been ruined and was annoyed that she had to take the subway. It was frustrating to leave herself so open on the public transit. Staring out the window all she wanted to do was get back to her place and to sleep the lingering days of reconnaissance off. She had put on her don’t bother me face and was left alone.

Then the excuse for a man had gotten up and started harassing May. Natasha observed her. The woman had remained calm, centered, the whole time only moving to bring her purse in front of her and reaching for what she assumed was pepper spray. Most people in uncomfortable situations looked around for help, for support but this one remained unflinching at the man. Maybe the woman was hardened? Like anywhere but especially New York, it wasn’t so forgiving and was easy to fall into a jaded view of the world. She found the opposite in the woman who thanked her profusely. Who trusted her, a stranger, after something so insignificant. With earnestness that you couldn’t pretend the woman’s shoulders fell in relief and she hugged her on the spot.

Natasha walked back, card in hand, wrapped in a warm daze. She knew it wasn’t in May’s nature to stand back and let life wash over her. No, she held more command of her life than that butNatasha could find her niece much easier if she didn’t have to worry about the woman following her.

Finally, May assented but her frown told a story of her reluctance. May gave her Peyton’s number along with a friend of hers from school and last May gave Natasha a number she already had. And it was her next destination.She left the woman in the apartment alone with some peace of mind knowing May wouldn’t be searching the city. The lights overhead casted shadows on her face as she sat on the couch waiting for her phone to ring.

Natasha put her helmet on and without a backward glance tore out of the alley making her way to Stark Towers.

It was ironic how life worked out sometimes. How the connections in your life welded you together with the people in it. She had been surprised when May had told her of the internship. Of the girl’s association with Tony. When they first met, well, properly met it had been the morning and she was still aching from her injuries the night before. The girl had been tense. Natasha was used to that type of reaction from people. The normal person could tell she was different. That there was a certain danger about her and like animal instinct it kept them away from her. So, no, she wasn’t offended by Peyton’s behavior. The girl was kinder than most. Almost alarmingly polite which made her smile. The moniker Miss Nat had made her laugh whenever the girl spoke it.

There was something though. The girl never acted afraid of her, just cautious, and because of that distinction Natasha observed her closer than normal. She was hiding something and it was bigger than her aunt could imagine. The fact that Tony had taken an intern was one clue.

The building loomed like something out of a child’s imagination in front of her. The lights streamed like beacons across the city. She knew he would never hurt the girl intentionally and he would be in a world of pain if something had happened to her on his watch. Natasha had a worried mother and friend waiting for her to bring the girl home and Tony was going to give her some answers.

Stark Towers was impressive and she never ceased to wonder how Tony’s ego could be grander than the building. She strode in, making sure to flash her ID badge, and smile to the secretary, Rob. He returned the smile and on seeing the seriousness in her eyes refrained from trying to chat. The lights of the city filtered in through the giant windows and she smiled. Stark Towers may be a beacon of hope to many in the city but the city was just as much apart of the building too.

“Hello Friday.”  

“Hello Natasha. Tony isn’t currently in. Should I let him know you are here?”

“Dammit,” Her teeth ground together in frustration. “Yes… Please. Sorry, Friday. It’s not you.”

Friday responded that it was no problem and she walked onto the floor. She bypassed the couch and chose to sit on a table positioned by the window. Once settled she stared out at the expanse in front of her, she had been many places around the world but loved the New York skyline against the setting sun. The apartment was silent besides the tapping of her foot against the table leg.Not five minutes later the sounds of Tony’s arrival came from below. He came rushing up the stairs, joining her on the main level.

“You know there is a perfectly comfortable couch right there, right?” She stared at him, repressing her frustration. He looked like shit. His clothes were wrinkled with dark stains under his armpits. His hair, which on a normal day had a physical pulchritude –though she would never tell him that- looked greasy and unkempt. “What do you want Nat? I am kind of busy at the moment.”

“I want to know where the girl is, Tony.” He stared at her.

“How do you know about Peyton?”

“I know May. May Parker and she’s worried sick. So help me if you got her involved in anything.”

“I didn’t get…” He started indignantly before he threw his arms up and fell down into the couch. His forearms came up to rest on his thighs as his head bent down like he was praying.

“I don’t know where she is, Nat.” He sighed. “Where do you think I was, eating a bon-bon? No, I was out there. We’ve been looking into this warehouse that she was shot at and it’s bad. The shit I found there dates back so far. I was even thinking about contacting Rogers to see if he knew anything about it.”

“Okay, I’m going to ignore the fact that you just said she was shot, for now. But what warehouse? Tony?”

The table slid out from under her when she hopped off. She tapped their shoulders together as she sat down and waited for him to answer. He pulled up a screen, which hovered over the coffee table and pulled some footage. When the image of the building appeared her heart dropped. The reel continued and she couldn’t move. Natasha was helpless as she watched the strings in her life pulling tighter, leaving her bound in a web she hadn’t seen. One she couldn’t have possibly known was already woven around her.

She watched as the girl also caught in the web sported a familiar looking spider on her chest. The girl and Tony split up and she looked on as Tony found the same room she had.

She thought back to when she found that room. The files had just finished downloading and the computers lined against the wall went dark. Natasha snorted at the decoys and unplugged her encryptions. It was supposed to be a simple mission. Go in, grab the data, and leave undetected. Simple. But she had been distracted, unfocused, and paid the price. And out of character for her she missed something.

She had exited the building when four men came out of the shadows, surrounding her. They threatened and taunted her, but it was nothing she hadn’t heard before. Shutting out their incessant chatter Natasha focused on her breathing. Making sure she was taking deep breaths in and out she took them out one at a time. Their hits were no more intense than what she was used to but she was tired and that made her sloppier than normal.

The four men lay in various positions around the alley at the end of their confrontation. Natasha was left standing against the brick wall. Her breathing was heavy and she flinched as she lifted her head to look overhead. The night sky was out but the stars were shrouded by the city’s light pollution. It disturbed her to see the effect the city could have on the ineffable sky and had to turn away from the black. Grabbing a hoodie to cover up her injuries that she had stashed in the alley she noticed a small paper had fallen from the pocket. Before it had the chance to soak in the puddle she scooped it up from the ground, her side aching in protest.

The name stood out from the white background. She flipped it over and spied her own handwriting listing the address she hacked from the hospital. May did say anything after all. The aching in her chest worsened and she left the relative shelter of the alley, somehow making her way to help. To May Parker.

Her breath hitched as she stared at the image of the girl sitting in the same alley she had been in only a week before. The red masked stared up at Natasha from the ground. The same warehouse. The same alley. The same girl tangled in the same web she had been caught in.

“Tony, what have you done?” What had she done?

“Look, she was already doing this before I showed up and then we got to know each other. The kid is brilliant. She designed so much of that suit and then after Germany I was going through some stuff and she got hurt when I wasn’t there so I told her we would go there together. It seemed like the perfect training exercise. I’ve been looking all morning and left so many voicemails to her yesterday. I thought she was just out with that friend of hers, but I can’t find her.”

With care she let her fingers rest on his back before speaking. “I think I know where she is Tony.” His spine went straight under her fingers. She tried to explain as best she could without giving away need-to-know information.

“I was sent by Fury to gather information on an off sect of Hydra. They were working on something that he was interested in and I was contracted to get the data for him.” She left out the part where she got sloppy and was hurt. “They must have followed me. I was…. distracted and went to the Parker’s. She’s a nurse. May, that is. And now I would bet anything that they have her.”

He lacked his normal smirk and witty comeback. Instead he stood up without looking at her. “Suit up. We are going to go get the kid.”

The images of the warehouse transformed to a glowing map in front of them as Natasha directed their plan. While they had found the information and had both visited the warehouse, Natasha didn’t think that was where Peyton was. The actual building lacked the versatility of a headquarters. She thought that the base would be somewhere else; somewhere more secure. Under the files she had found there were other buildings leased to the same name under the pseudonym of Imperial Industries. The locations spanned across the city but after a brief conversation with one of her sources they narrowed it down to one with an influx of activity. With grim looks they embarked to find Spidergirl. To save Peyton.

—————————----------------------

The halls were narrow as she navigated through the building, gun at the ready. Her and Tony had split up at the entrance, hoping to find the girl faster. His face had been tight and he hadn’t given room for argument as he strode off into one end of the labyrinth like halls.

Tony liked to take the obvious power heavy approach. His tactics were muscle through and ask questions later. She, on the other hand, liked a more subtle style but today she took on his methodology and burst into the security room. Three men yelled in uproar as her anger mounted. Without looking she took them out and observed the cameras. There it was.  She tried to keep it under wraps, to stay levelheaded, but with every twist and turn her stomach clenched tighter.

The corner impeded her vision and she had to peer around to get a clearer look at the unexplored hall. A man and a woman were standing in front of the reinforced door she saw on one of the monitors. She felt the various knives and guns hugged tight against her body, comforting in their embrace.  

Squaring her shoulders she took a deep breath in before turning the corner. Her shoes clicked against the floor and the two occupants turned, pointing their weapons at her. The first, a prissy looking woman, shot and Natasha ducked before picking up her pace.

Strategically it would be better to take out her strongest opponent first, the most aggressive. At this point Natasha didn’t care who went first. The woman stepped forward. Her black leather outfit seemed a tad on the nose but Natasha admired the buckles on her boots, spotting a slot for a knife in the back of her heel. There was no time to play cat and mouse and she brought her gun up to shoot, just missing. She noticed that the man did not engage and stayed in front of the door.

Their fists connected and her lips pressed together from the jarring contact. Natasha wound her arm back before bringing it forward with a grunt, hearing a crunch as the woman fell back. Her nose started bleeding and she flinched but didn’t raise her hand to the point of impact.Natasha brought her hand to her side slipping a knife out of a pocket and released it into the air. A thump resounded around the hall as the woman’s body fell. The knife was standing at attention in her forehead.

Her neck cracked as she grabbed another knife before walking toward the man. His gun stayed at his side while his eyes searched her gaze. Her chest aching from the exertion and she took the moment to catch her breath.  

“Hit me,” He said, the sound low and resolute. Natasha flicked her eyes to the corner of the hallway. Two cameras. His body moved slowly, giving her enough time to mimic his stance before he winked. There was no time to talk, to find out why he was letting her through. Her feet pounded as she ran forward kicking him square in the chest. The door shook as he fell back and without waiting she punched him in the nose causing his head to bounce off the metal again. His body pooled at her feet and she slid it away.

The door’s lock was familiar to her and she knew how to crack it. Instead she shot it twice and swung it open. Before entering she sent Tony a message. “Stark I think I located her. Sending you coordinates now.”

Her gun breached the entrance first and her eyes ran across the room, heart quickening at what she saw. Sturdy cuffs encased the girl’s ankles. Natasha could see the irritated skin peaking out from the edges on her ankles. Her clothes were what you would expect from sitting in a chair for more than twenty-four hours and droplets of a dark substance sprinkled across the front of her tank top. Peyton’s shoulders were drooping forward, hunched at an angle that looked uncomfortable. Most troubling of all was that she couldn’t see the girls face.

Natasha’s eyes were drawn to the imposing figure behind her. He leaned in a casual manner on the wall opposite to her and he smiled warmly at her entrance.

“We’ve been waiting for you Ms. Romanoff. Haven’t we, my dear?” His hands curled around her shoulders as he walked from the wall. Peyton’s eyes bore into hers, exposing the moisture forming to her eyes only.Natasha’s arms flexed and her gun rose higher.

“Step away from the girl.” He lifted his hands up to placate but didn’t step back. She inched forward trying to get closer.

“I would be careful if I were you, Natasha. You see this here?” He opened one of his fists and it held a slim device: a controller of some sort. “This is directly connected to the pinioned Peyton. She knows exactly what they do and, I’m sure, doesn’t want me to use it again.”

“Drop it slowly and kick it over to me. Do it, now. ” Her voice was low and seriousand his smile dimmed a bit, unused to people unwilling to play the game.

“And why would I do that? You expect me to give up my leverage?” Natasha stepped forward again, now in the center of the room.

“Leave the girl alone. What do you want?” A million different scenarios came to mind and the one she was dreading the most poured from his lips.

“Why, you of course. You took something of ours and we want it back. Peyton here was just a way to a mean. Although we certainly had fun.” The girl flinched at his comment, folding into herself.

“Shut up.” She made sure to keep the quiver from her voice, to not betray her emotions. The pounding of her heart drummed loud in her head but fell silent to the others.

“I don’t think so Natasha. No, we are just getting started.” His hands rose in front of him and her hawk like eyes stayed glued to his blue ones. Their cold color looked back at her, not an ounce of humor present.  She couldn’t stand to listen to anything else he had to say.

“Close your eyes. Now.” The girl, bless her, followed her command as soon as she spoke it and a gun went off. It’s booming thunder echoed around the room, ricocheting off of the walls and into their ears. Natasha ran forward pumping her arms. Her knees hit the damp floor and the molded metal was cool under the vise like grip of her fingers but unmoving.

Her fingers let go of the cuffs and hovered in the air, afraid to move closer to the body shackled there. Dark swirls of yellow and purple painted her skin.  Her hair normally bouncing with life was wilted like an un-watered plant. Tears gathered in the creases bunched together at the corner of her eyes. She could feel the cool temperature of Peyton’s skin radiating through the air to her fingers. They remained bound in the air for fear of hurting her.

“You can open your eyes now sweetie. It’s going to be okay.” Green met brown and their skin touched. Her cheek was soft and Natasha could feel the swelling.

A groan came from the third occupant of the room. His prone body dispatched on the ground. The metal device had fallen to the side and she launched herself at it. Once the sleek metal was in her hands she turned to the supine man. Deep maroon liquid was seeping into the clothing at his shoulder. His moans continued at a high interval. Natasha grabbed her gun and pistol-whipped his head, causing the man to fall silent. Pressing the button caused a whirling to sound behind her. The restraints bloomed open but Peyton remained still. The floor was hard against her knees as she got closer to her and made sure to stay in the girl’s line of sight the whole way.  

“It’s okay, Peyton. You’re safe now.” Natasha’s hands curled around her small forearms, aware of the injuries scattered there, and brought her arms forward. The hands resting between hers were swollen and red, and she moaned as they were freed into a normal position.

Natasha could see the spikes crusted with red on the inner circle of the cuffs and examined the girl’s wrists closer. Underneath all the bruising and irritation she saw small indentations ingrained in the skin and her stomach crawled with realization. She had seen much bloodshed and horrors in her relatively short life. More than most people would see but everything about this struck her the wrong way. The way Peyton’s eyes remained glassy and unseeing. How she kept her arms still angled backward, like they were yearning to be back in the restraints. She didn’t say anything as Natasha moved her body and whispered to her. Her body rigid like a doll not used to motion. Natasha tucked the girl in her lap and cradled her to her chest, hoping to leech some warmth into her.

It was quite for some time. Their breaths and heartbeats unmatched: one much faster and more erratic than the other. Peyton seemed to sense a change and leaned into her chest. The girl’s ear pressed against her heart listening.

The door exploded outward and the red and gold suit came bursting in. Seeing as the danger was out of commission his helmet slid straight back revealing his face.

“Oh my god.” He whispered not walking further into the room. “Is she okay?”

“You need to do a scan. I didn’t want her moved out of here until we knew for sure what had happened.” His fingers flew as the light shined up and down on her body. The eyes that were normally full of mirth were haunted and more resigned with every word that graced his screen. Her skin was still too cool and left a clammy feeling on her own.

“That son of a bitch.”

“I know but she’s going to be okay.” Careful of the girl’s fragile body she slipped off her jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders.

“We...”

“No, I’ll take care of him, Tony. You need to get her medical attention. You’ll be faster than me anyway. Plus, extracting information is one of my specialties.” His eyes flickered over to her before nodding. One of his knees touched the ground as he gathered the fragile girl in his arms. Her arms and legs spasmed at the contact, kicking out against the unknown touch. His powerful arms clasped her to his suit and condensation puffed onto his suit from her breath.  She looked so small, so fragile against the powerful body holding her. Peyton’s eyes were scrunched closed against the light.

“It’s going to be okay, Peyton. We got you. I got you.” His hoarse voice was no louder than a whisper. “I got you. Look at me.” Finally her eyes focused and she saw him. The relief was palpable and shone out of her eyes and into Tony. His breath caught in his throat as she turned her body as much as she could into his suit, latching onto any crevice her small fingers could get in. The metal fingers came and smoothed her hair back before seeing a cut in her hair line and bringing his fist back to hold her to him.

Natasha was awed observing their reactions, feeling the trust and love radiating between them. She felt bereft of the body that had taken comfort from her before. How after all of what she had been through could she still trust so easily? The girl was so much like her aunt in that way. He straightened his back and went to walk out before looking back at her and nodding. They would talk later.

With a roar of his turbines Tony and the girl left. A grin stole across her face and she felt giddy on beholding the man on the floor. She was indeed skilled at gathering information and could make the experience as pleasurable as she wanted. Or as painful.

His body fell against her as she hoisted him in the air. Uncaring she threw his body into the seat that had been vacated. The body slumped forward and Natasha withstood his touch a moment longer to clamp the restraints shut. They were made for much smaller hands and his thick wrists pushed against and splurged out of the sides. When he woke up he would be surprised to find his situation switched with the girl he stole from them. Natasha, though, would be quite pleased with the information recovered. Like she said, she always delivered.

Chapter Twenty-one 

Thank you! 

[samingtonwilson]

Relationship Tutor: (14) Communication Certification

relationship tutor masterlist

Summary: College AU. Bucky, a relationship novice, asks for your help in dating your friend. Unable to say no to him, you agree despite everyone and everything telling you not to.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: language

A/N: i don’t have anything to say before this chapter except for good luck, friends! it’s one of my favs and yes i am recycling the gif that was once on the series masterlist 

Bucky had long ago memorized the route to your apartment. He knew every small business he would pass, every chain fast food restaurant, every grocery store along the way. He remembered to change his lane to miss the pothole in the road right after the second stoplight and remembered to slow to twenty-five miles per hour in the construction zone that hadn’t come any closer to completion in the past year.

As he parked in your usual space, he mentally talked himself up. He reiterated lines of encouragement, lines of importance, and when he pushed the door open only to have doubt hit him particularly hard, he just remembered it was you in question. Someone he found peace in, someone he loved so much that it practically hurt— someone he wouldn’t lose, someone he couldn’t lose.

After all, you’d been there for him as much as he had for you, if not more. You always brought him his favorite soup when he was sick, wearing a dramatic surgical mask as a partial-joke, partial-precautionary-tool. You always stayed with him in the library long after your shift had ended to make sure he stayed awake, hydrated, and sane during finals. You always did all you could to keep him above water when his mental health began to slip again and did it all with that small smile you seemed to wish you could quash in favor of that spiky, cool exterior.

He took the stairs two at a time, attempting to control his breathing as he did so. He stared at your door for a long while once on your floor and followed the chipped paint and wood grain until he could will himself to knock. He shook his head and knocked before he could talk himself out of it, rapping heavy knuckles against weak wood incessantly until the door was pulled open.

Though part of him was expecting it, he was rendered speechless as he met Tony’s brown-eyed gaze. His mouth remained hanging open, eyes widening ever so slightly.

“Sweet cheeks!” Tony called, looking confusedly back at Bucky as the latter’s eyebrows came together in visible frustration— maybe in reaction to Tony’s mussed raven hair and lack of shirt. “It’s the scruffy kid again.”

“The what?”

Bucky heard a door click open and your light steps across the hardwood floors before he could see you over Tony’s shoulder. His stomach sunk and his chest felt heavy as he took in the oversized button-up you wore with bare legs save for dark grey cable knit socks pulled as high as they could go.

Your head tilted and messy hair fell into otherwise clear eyes. You had yet to clean the makeup from your skin, eyeliner still just as smudged and swollen lips just as stained. “Bucky? Is everything okay?”

He wasn’t sure how he should reply and had a fleeting thought that if he made any attempts at vocalization, he’d tell you how he felt right there in your doorway with Tony fucking Stark as his witness.

He cleared his throat and nodded. “Yeah, yes. Everything’s fine. Sam just— Sam was worried when you didn’t text any of us after getting home.”

Your eyes narrowed in skepticism and you motioned for Tony to move out of the way so Bucky could enter. You looked away when Bucky shut the door behind him, chewing on your bottom lip for a moment.

“So you two again, huh?” Bucky asked before he could stop himself, hands shoved into his pockets to hide tight fists that turned the skin of his knuckles practically translucent. He nodded to you and Tony when you raised a questioning eyebrow. “Hookin’ up? Doin’ it?”

Tony snorted and offered you a look that had Bucky’s jaw clenching. “Seriously, who is this kid?”

“You were at my place earlier, Stark,” he bit out, ignoring the glare you sent his way.

Tony frowned in consideration, then looked at you once again. “Thought that was Rogers’ place.”

You nodded and averted your gaze the moment Bucky’s eyes found yours. “They’re roommates.”

“No way!” Tony practically hollered, voice echoing through the apartment. He finally looked away from you but Bucky’s relief was short-lived as those deep browns were narrowed in his direction now. “So you’re the bedside angel? The crutch to young Rogers’ perpetually broken leg? The bodyguard to his stupidity? His other half?”

“I wouldn’t call myself—”

“What’s your name again? Benji? Boris? Berkeley?”

“Bucky,” he replied, working his level hardest to keep his volume and tone calm. “Y/N just said it.”

“Right. I think I had a horse with that name growing up.”

Bucky glanced at you as a brief smile pulled at your lips, your fingers lifted to cover it and the chuckled laugh that left your nose. He couldn’t help but smile a little himself. “Yeah, someone once told me I have the name of a horse.”

“Wise person,” you quipped despite yourself, dropping your gaze to your feet as you smiled. When you looked back up, your smile was small and almost comforting to the scalding heat in Bucky’s cheeks and the anger gritting his teeth.

He nodded at you, mirroring your smile with one of his own. “Yeah, they’re really something.”

Tony cleared his throat pointedly a few beats of silence later. Dark eyebrows raised as he blinked at you, he ran his fingers over the right side of his beard. “Sweet cheeks.”

You were nearly jolted out of the warmth you and Bucky had created, wetting your lips with a nod and sheepish smile. “Right, I’m sorry. We were in the middle of something.”

Bucky could never freely admit that he was jealous— not historically, not recently. It was a ridiculous, childish emotion only justified in terms of possessions. And as he’d heard from you, every woman ever in his life, Steve, and his own common sense, people weren’t possessions.

Moreover, he had no right to feel anything of the sort towards you. He slept around all he wanted, with anyone he wanted, as many times as he wanted— he’d even asked for your help in fostering a romantic relationship. It would be beyond hypocritical, beyond immoral to be frustrated at you for having sex, for letting yourself come undone beneath someone other than him.

But there was a reason Sam told him to drive over— there had to be a reason Sam basically shoved him into a situation that broke his heart even more.

Bucky contemplated screaming out right then and there how much he loved you. He contemplated interrupting this whole thing you had going even more by telling you that kiss was all he could think about, you were all he could think about.

But that was more of the same, wasn’t it? That was making feelings he should have had control over— feelings you should have never felt any pain from— your problem.

So he resolved to let the statement stand. He’d come over because Sam was worried, because he was worried. And it wasn’t a total lie.

As he took a step back towards the door, you tilted your head questioningly again. “You can stay.”

He cocked an eyebrow. “What?”

“Yeah, I mean, it’s super late and I’m sure you’re sleepy— s’not like you’ve been well-rested lately. You shouldn’t drive like that.”

“But what about—”

“Tony,” you interrupted after a scowl and a shake of your head at Bucky. “The machine’s probably got a half-hour left. I can give you one of Sam’s shirts to go home in.”

“He won’t mind?” Tony asked, following you down the hall presumably to Sam’s bedroom.

Bucky narrowed his eyes and looked around himself in confusion. A blue spray bottle with a yellow label emblazoned with the OxiClean logo sat atop your kitchen counter alongside a small scrubbing brush and an open bottle of club soda.

His mouth was open so his tongue peeked out from between his lips, eyes narrowed to slits. “Wait—”

His mouth snapped shut the instant he heard Tony’s voice, taking his jacket off and tossing it onto the table. His fingers combed through his hair and he pulled on the ends, watching as you did the same with your hair.

“I’ll drop off your shirt tomorrow or something.”

Tony nodded, adjusting the full sleeves of Sam’s plain t-shirt and patting the pockets on his black jeans to presumably check for his phone and keys. “Thank you, darling. I’ll be sure to pass the stain removal tips along to Clint.”

“Pass common courtesy tips along to him before anything else. What kind of man just shrugs and walks away after spilling wine all over someone?”

“Same kind of man that’s drinking his girlfriend’s wine and eating Chinese takeout at four fucking A.M.,” Tony laughed, shaking his head as he pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. “A hammered man.”

“Yeah, yeah. Tell Pepper I say hi.”

“Will do right after I apologize for another late night.”

You opened the door for him, sparing a glance at Bucky who just stood silently. “Keep it up and she’ll leave your sorry ass for good— won’t ever even contemplate getting back with you again.”

“Might give me another excuse to take a pass at you.”

You snorted. “Yeah, keep making jokes like that, Tony. S’a real good idea.”

He chuckled as he walked into the hall. “‘Night, sweet cheeks. ‘Night, Berkeley.”

“It’s Buc—” Bucky shook his head. “Goodnight, Stark.”

You shut and locked the door, leaning and slumping against it with a loud sigh. “It’s the middle of the night and I’m playing laundry woman to a man that has his underwear ironed by a butler.”

“He has a butler?”

“He has several butlers,” you replied with a hint of a smile. You stood up straight then. “I’m hungry. D’you want something to eat?”

“Doubt something’s open at this hour.”

“You’re right,” you frowned. “I can make something.”

“Yeah?” he scoffed, following you into the kitchen. “What can you make?”

You pulled the refrigerator open. “I can make Sam’s leftovers warm.”

“Look at you being all Gordon Ramsay.”

You popped the transparent red lid off a tupperware container of pasta and stuck it in the microwave, leaning against the stove with your arms crossed over your chest as the sound of ventilation filled the small area. “Oh, stop. I try to stay humble but it’s so difficult with my insane level of culinary talent.”

He snorted and shook his head.

“You know,” you began after a few moments of comfortable silence. “I texted Sam right after I left. Also texted him when I got into the car with Tony and when I made it home. It’s our routine when I leave somewhere at night without him, or go on a date, or something.”

A brief, mirthless laugh left your lips and you shook your head. “I’m a woman and the world is the way it is— all the excess notifications that I’m safe come with the territory.”

He nodded as you opened the fridge once again, this time to retrieve a bottle of deep red juice.

You shook the bottle and cracked it open. Your eyes were inquisitively narrowed. “So why’d you really come here?”

He cleared his throat for what felt like the millionth time and watched as you drank down a quarter of the pressed juice he always made fun of you for, your lips stained with the liquid when you set the bottle down. “Why did you leave like that?”

You licked your lips and took a deep breath, shrugging. “Felt like it.”

“Y/N.”

“What? I was tired, your place smelled like booze.”

“My room didn’t.”

“Good for your room.”

“You know as well as I do that you would’ve slept in there.”

You offered him a dry look. “Why would I sleep in your room, Bucky?”

“S’not like you haven’t done it before.”

“I have done it before, but things were different. You didn’t have to answer to someone else or have a responsibility to someone else.”

“I still don’t have to. Nat and I—”

“Nat and I,” you repeated almost too quietly for him to hear. You shook your head and laughed a bit— the irony of the sound made his stomach flip. “I was supposed to tutor you through this, through your relationship with her. How could I just jeopardize that exact relationship by sleeping in your bed?”

“You slept in my room yesterday.”

“And I’ve felt guilty about it ever since.”

“I could have taken the couch.” His voice sounded pleading even to himself, but he continued. “I could’ve slept on the floor, in Steve’s room, in a fucking chair— you didn’t have to leave.”

“Why is it such a big deal?” the pitch of your voice grew just as the anger in your eyes did. “So I left, I have work in a few hours and—”

He sighed loudly. “Why did you pick that time to leave? Why did you decide to leave only after I mentioned Nat?”

You looked at him incredulously. “What?”

“Why did you decide to leave only after I talked about Natasha?”

A scoff of offense left your lips before you asked, “What, do coincidences not exist anymore? I have to watch everything I say and do just to make sure you don’t read too much into it now?”

“So it’s a coincidence?” he returned, tilting his head. He knew his tone implied that he was aware of whatever feelings Sam had implied but he knew even more that it was a shield— a necessary shield to keep his insecurities from blistering more. “It’s just always a coincidence that you react this way whenever I talk about Natasha?”

“That’s not true.”

“It’s not?”

“No, it’s not. Buck, if I reacted that way every time you spoke about Natasha, there would be no you and Natasha, and I wouldn’t be so—” you shook your head and clenched your jaw, turning around to press the “Clear” button on the microwave in order to stop its beeping.

“You wouldn’t be so what?”

“Nothing.”

His nostrils flared in frustration. “You can’t—”

He pushed himself off the counter he’d been leaning against before taking steps in your direction. Though the steps were taken in anger, he found calm in the smell of your hair, in the warmth rolling off of you.

He took a breath and waited until infuriated wet eyes found his to say in a withering voice, “Please just tell me.”

“I shouldn’t have agreed to help you with Nat.”

Bucky couldn’t recall you ever sounding so small, so shaky. “Why not?”

“Does it matter? You’re with her now. The lessons worked.” The smile you offered him didn’t reach your eyes. “You turned new leaves, you developed as a person, you got over whoever it was and that was all just in addition to whatever you have with Nat. My part in this is done, there’s no point dwelling on it.”

“I’m not with Nat anymore.”

You eyebrows came together. “What?”

“Yeah, she dumped me in the middle of Aladdin.”

Nimble, trembling fingers pushed at his chest. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

He dreaded the distance you created as you brushed past him. “What would I tell you, Y/N?”

“Well, for one, you wouldn’t lie to me.”

“I didn’t lie to you.”

You snorted and rolled your eyes. “Right, you just hid it from me. Much better.”

“What could I have told you?” he repeated.

“That you ended, that you weren’t dating anymore.”

“What would I have told you when you asked why?” he returned as he crossed his arms over his chest. “The answer to that would’ve been a lie.”

“Why? Did you sleep with someone else, or something?”

He was almost offended. Almost. “No. No, fuck no.”

“Then what, Bucky? Why did you two end?”

He frowned in consideration and shrugged one shoulder. Honesty. “You. We ended because of you.”

Staring at him silently for moments that felt far too long, your voice was soft as you asked, “Excuse me?”

“I’m in love with you.”

The silence that followed fostered an ache behind his ribs, your slightly widened eyes and furrowed brow doing nothing to alleviate impossibly increasing insecurity.

Your breathing grew shallow, voice tight as you asked, “You’re what?”

He crossed the space between the two of you and, once he was only inches away, he lifted his hand with the intention to brush stunned tears from your cheeks, the intention to attempt conveying through touch just how much of him belonged to you.

His hand stayed suspended, however, mere millimeters from making contact. “I’m in love with you. I think I have been since the night we met.”

“Do you mean that?” you were whispering now, voice almost inaudible.

He finally touched his skin to yours, thumb wiping tear tracks as he leant his forehead on yours. Finding it difficult to hold them open, he allowed his eyelids to slide shut. “I mean it.”

He could feel your lips near his with each passing heartbeat until you pushed away from him, shaking his hands off you and taking rapid steps away from him.

There was no mistaking the freezing in his chest.

“You asked me to help you with someone else. You, you slept with her in my apartment. You kissed her, like, half a minute after kissing me.” You wet your lips and wiped harshly under your eyes. “Was that just some convoluted way of making me jealous?”

Panic and bile rose in his throat. “No, no. Never. I told you I wouldn’t do anything with her unless I was sure. Y/N, I thought I didn’t have a chance with you— hell, I was trying to get over you.”

“By using someone else?”

“No! Getting over you would just be an added bonus, you knew that.”

“I didn’t know I was the one in question!”

“How could you not?” There was a resignation in his voice, an exhaustion almost. “Everyone else saw it— Natasha dumped me because she saw it. I thought you were sparing my feelings by acting oblivious.”

You were silent for some time, eyes darting all over the kitchen and focusing on nothing in particular. Your voice cracked when you finally spoke, “Do you still think that?”

He scoffed quietly. “Now I think you’re just rejecting me and never want to see me again. Which I can’t— I can’t blame you for.”

“You can’t?”

Shaking his head, he dropped his gaze to his hands. “My feelings, my problem.”

“Bucky,” you sighed as you reached for him, grabbing a fistful of his sweater and pulling him against your body.

You searched wide eyes that attempted to read yours and, with one last tug, his lips met yours. Stunned and immobile until the surprise wore off, Bucky sunk into the kiss as his arms wound around you tightly. You tipped your head back and parted your lips at his silent request and he pulled you impossibly closer, letting the urgency of his every movement express each ounce of desperation he’d held in for so long.

As the need to breathe became too much and you broke away, Bucky was not at all deterred. His lips slid to your neck, under your jaw, against your pulse point until you set a finger under his chin and brought his gaze back to yours.

You watched as slate blue irises became nothing but thin rings around dilated pupils, your chest pressed to his. “I love you, too.”

He gaped, openly and silently.

His eyebrows knit together.

He thought he might have misheard you.

But he didn’t, did he?

He needed some time. He needed some way to collect himself. He needed to assure himself, to absorb, to fall back to Earth.

Instead, you repeated yourself. “I love you, Bucky.”

He didn’t care to hide the ruin in his voice as he asked, “You do?”

You nodded and he nearly growled as his lips met yours again, smiling as he felt you grin against him.

Though it began as a sweet, playful kiss, the moment Bucky’s hands slid down to your hips and gripped you with a bruising strength, there was a tangible shift. Your fingers were now in his hair, his teeth now lightly grazing over your bottom lip. There was a certain heat that almost burnt both of you, a heat that had lied dormant for so long and was suddenly given room to flourish.

Moments later, he let his hands slide a bit lower, stopping at the backs of your thighs so he could part your legs and lift you easily. You crossed your ankles behind his back and gasped at his tightening grip, whimpering at the almost agonizing way he ground into you.

Something about the soft sound shot through him and he broke apart to take a jagged breath, a breath taken in an attempt to calm himself. But as he looked at you, your lips swollen and your eyes filled with every emotion he’d longed to see, it proved futile.

He ducked his head to press his lips everywhere he could— your neck, your jaw, your collarbones— and hummed questioningly as you said his name.

“That jealous rage you stormed in here with was very cute.”

He smiled against your skin, your fingernails lightly scraping his scalp so he had to work hard to keep from practically purring. “Not cuter than that jealous rage you stormed out of my place with.”

PART 15: PHYSICAL COSMOLOGY

tag list EVEN THOUGH NONE ONLY SOME OF YOU ARE GETTING NOTIFIED if you’re crossed off your tag isn’t working! (send me an ask to be added): @sweetstilesofmine@dugan365@lowkeysebby @eufeme @marveling-at-marvel@anyakinamidala@spookyscaryscully@sighodinson@feelmyroarrrr@sarahp879@spidey-linquentimagines @mackenziesmarvelousgalaxy@aholland01@lostinspace33@clairedycat1810@softwhispers@apolleo@sebstancial@buckylovelybarnes@chrys-1029 @sheddingpounds @brooke-supernatural16 @seargantbcky@someonekindalikeyou@marvel-trash07@chuckennuggets1213@captainmisfit13@ailynalonso15@lilypalmer1987@nasasoldier@snuggleducky @acebabe@melswolf19 @e-g-b-o-k@iamzion-therealhabesha@fancybasementpersona@hercrazyfandomobsession@ohmybuckybarnes@sarahp879@lovely-geek @void-imaginations @mad-girl-without-a-box@stomachfilledwithbutterflies@joulien@followeroonieclassic@tomdarlingholland@rebelfuckingblack@bakerstgirl@starkxpotts@jimmyisfab @jehun-prouvaire @peachy-vixen@mcheung0314@wowbarnes @thiccmillions@sumafamouxx @quinn-n-quill @amcrasnow @wheneggsymetbucky @krockszz @brokenanxiety @addictionmarvel @closerstars@captainradicalpassion@rockagurl@directionerfae @shawnsassymendes @irella-nyari@cadence-jeannette@rebel-emerald @blacwings-and-bucky-barnes @little-miss-headphones@winternatalias@iwishiwasnicki @writingcroissant@finallybreathee @saul-buttson@potterglory@samijolles@justahappylilblog@rebeljupiter @poopybadwi @fandomlover03 @acunningstargazer@magnitude101999@sinfullyinnocentinthebestway@airforcecollins@demonsandfaries-blog-blog @myboyfriendgiriboy @impalaanddemons @kozmicrock@randomtwistedlife @darthseph@brooke0297 @kiera-hastings@justdiasporathings@coruscaret @justweirdjess @littlebigfishes @roronoarengi @ragingsavage @asteroidshirogane @thelastxgoodthing@shuriismyqueen @biologik @halmel02 @bornfortherainydays @yesixoxo @caffeinated-at-bedtime @mizzzpink @eves-library @evolutionofkatep @commonarthoe @heyrogers @just-add-butter @5-seconds-of-sarcasmm@sergeant-james-bbarnes @burningbiatch @papi-chulo-seb @hopeladybug @bekah-mikaelson @96hyungs @a-bit-of-contained-galaxies @samwinchxtr@sireennotsiren @ordinarybandgirl @nerdyxb @ravensglory

[breyito]

Interruptions

Summary:  When Tony suddenly finds a coffee and a note waiting for him one morning, he thinks it's cute. When it starts happening every morning, he gets curious. And JARVIS won't help him, so... What is an Omega to do, except hire a former assasin/spy to help him out?

Pairing: James ‘Bucky’ Barnes/Tony Stark

Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics. Alpha Bucky. Omega Tony. Team as Family. First Kiss. 

Notes: Well. This is my first time writing/posting something not Stony/Stuckony. I am one step closer to becoming a Tony multishipper! Yay. Anyways, assignment for Winteriron Spring Fling (go check it out, the works are out!) for Iron Eyes over at A03, you can read it there if you want. First time writing A/B/O too, actually. This is the prompts I filled: 3. Tony has a secret admirer. He knows the person must live in the tower, because every morning there is a cute note on his favorite coffee mug. But even Jarvis doesn't want to help him out. Tony hires Bucky to catch the person sending him cute notes. Unaware that his secret admirer is Bucky. and 1. First kiss (Avengers Academy, MCU)

Without further due, the fic!

It was a depressing morning in New York. Rain was just pouring down the sky, and Tony would have seriously asked Thor if he had been dumped, had the god been in the Tower.  The engineer had wanted to sleep in, for once (he had even left the lab when JARVIS told him a rainstorm was approaching, because there’s nothing more soothing than sleeping with the sound of raindrops on your windows), but of course he couldn’t. He had a meeting with a company from Japan, which was interested in clean energy. Pepper had made sure his schedule was clear for it, and the Beta would kill him if he missed such an important meeting.

Hence the depressing morning: rain was to be enjoyed from the comfort of one’s bed, not stuck in traffic or listening to people talk about numbers for five hours straight.

Anyway, Tony was walking towards the kitchen, because he needed a double dose of caffeine, since no doubt the Alphas of the Japanese company would try his patience. It wasn’t his fault people still thought Omegas weren’t apt for business. Tony hated the archaic views some people still deferred to, when dealing with Omegas. Traditionalism was all well and good when it came to respecting one’s parents and respecting the origins of your culture and your religions and such; but when Alphas used it as an excuse to cut off a sector of the population from improving themselves? Yeah, that was a hard pass. And he just knew he would have to listen to at least one quip about his second-gender, no matter how many times he had proved his intelligence, power or ruthlessness. All Alphas were like that.

He stopped cold when he saw his favorite travel mug (aka the biggest one he owed and that was really big, because he had it custom made) filled to the brim with his favorite coffee combination, and a little sticky note on the cap besides the mug.

“Don’t let those assholes bother you. Enjoy the rain!”

Tony was puzzled, because while everyone in the team always knew when he was going to be unavailable (security protocols and all that), most of them didn’t care to learn about who he was meeting with (unless it was Stone or Bain or some mayor pest like those, because the Avengers Pack was very protective of their Omega with people that had harmed him before); because they knew he could handle almost everything by himself. He had done so for years, hell decades, before they showed up. But still, it was nice to know someone cared. He lifted the paper to his nose and inhaled. The note still had the faint traces of Alpha scent, fading as he smelled it.

Okay, maybe not all Alphas are like that, Tony thought, smiling a bit.

{---{---{---}---}---}

If it had been a one-off, Tony would have forgotten about it pretty quickly. But it kept happening. The notes were showing up every day (or at least every morning he went up to the communal kitchen and didn’t stay cooped up in the lab), each along with his favorite coffee already prepared,  just when he was going to enter the room. It was always boiling hot (like he liked it), which meant that this mystery coffee giver was aware of his movements. If the Omega didn’t feel so secure in his Tower, he would have been worried. But he knew that the access to the last ten floors of the building was restricted, which meant that the person doing this (and it was only ever one person, the scent hadn’t changed: Alpha, probably male) worked at the Tower, and JARVIS was extremely protective and made sure that the employees of SI were loyal, so it also meant that this person didn’t mean him harm.

The Alpha was probably trying to care for him, court him, perhaps? That was a bit ridiculous, to be honest. He was Tony Stark, he didn’t need to be courted or cared for. It also meant that his coffee-giver was old fashioned. But Tony was…intrigued, to say the least. It had been such a long time since he had encountered a mystery that didn’t come from science. And the fact that JARVIS kept num about this made it all the more enticing. If this Alpha had gained his AI’s approval, the Omega in him was definitely interested.

{---{---{---}---}---}

Tony had now bought a little wooden box to keep the notes in, because when he was in a bad mood and his children couldn’t cheer him up, the notes did. The first was probably still his favorite, but there were others that didn’t fail to make him laugh:

“Have fun revolutionizing the world today!”  There were several versions of this on the box.

A simple “You got this” the morning he had to present the new gear to the Armed Forces instead of the weapons they wanted.

“I’m sorry the world doesn’t remember your mother more, she must have been amazing. She raised you, after all. ” When the news started counting Howard’s greatest moments on his birthday, and marrying Maria wasn’t even mentioned.

“You are unique; don’t let anyone make you doubt that” After an article that made it look like his spot on the Avengers was due to his money and his ‘services as an Omega’ aka his ass.

“You can do everything they do, only ten times better” When the Japanese company decided to go on their own for the clean energy project.

“You looked lovely at the gala yesterday.” The morning after a fundraiser.

“Tony Stark is my favorite superhero.” When the profile Natasha had made in behalf of SHIELD became a topic of interest in many magazines, talk shows and social media. That day Tony had left the lab only for the note, not for the coffee.

“I admire that you don’t hide your scars. You shouldn’t, they show how strong you are.”

“I could listen to you talk about science all day, even if I don’t understand a lot about it.”

“I love the energy you pour into everything you do, but you are adorable when you are asleep.”

“I hope Dum-E doesn’t spray you with foam today.”

It was those last four that made him think. They were a lot more… personal, than the others.  The Alpha that was leaving these notes and preparing him coffee was obviously close to him, or at least to one of the Pack, or maybe even a part of his staff’s families. But just how close?

He wasn’t one to talk about his children so freely. Tony loved them, no matter what, but the adventures of Dum-E and the fire extinguisher was one he only ever shared with friends. It is possible they might have heard that story second handed, of course, but he didn’t think so.  

And JARVIS had protocols in place for when he fell asleep in Common areas (which was a semi-regular occurrence, because the scent of his Pack were familiar and made him feel safe and he could sleep easier); so not anyone could just walk in and see him in such a vulnerable moment (this protocol was also for the other residents, because you didn’t want to walk in and surprise a sleepy spy or a sleep-deprived Dr. Banner).

The Alpha attending the fundraiser meant that they were important, enough to warrant an invitation to the event. So it couldn’t be any of the cleaning staff, but the security, science and financial staff was still in. But the bit about ‘don’t understand a lot about it’ took the science staff off the table.  And that still didn’t account for any of the Avengers and their close ones. And JARVIS still wasn’t helping!

It was time to call in the big guns.

{---{---{---}---}---}

“You want me to what?” asked James, with a weird expression on his face.

“I want you to find the person that is making me coffee and leaving me notes.” Tony said again, crossing his arms. Being in the presence of the Alpha always made him nervous, because the other brunette was a fine specimen and Tony was only an Omega, damn it. He was sure that Natasha and Bruce (Rhodey did not count, because his honey-bear had know him for forever and that would be unfair) already knew about his crush on the other man. That’s why they always ended up together in galas and such, and why Steve mysteriously lost bets that meant he had to massage Sam or Natasha’s feet on movie nights (therefore forcing him to seat with them and only leaving the couch for Bucky and Tony’s to sit on).

“Why?” he asks “did this person send you rude notes?”

“What? No! This Alpha is really nice, actually. Their notes always made me smile.”

“Did he try to poison your coffee?”

“Of course not!! JARVIS would have had them arrested the first time if that was the case.”

“Then what’s the problem?”

“There’s no problem!”

“So why do you want him-them, found?”

“Because I want to know who they are, that’s why!”

“But why ruin a good thing, if this is a good thing?”

“It is, it is a good thing. But I want to know who is doing all of this for me. If they are trying to woo me or if they are just nice or what do they want.” The brunette said, fuming.

“But-”

“Oh my god, Barnes. Will you help me out or not!?” Tony exploded. He felt embarrassed enough; he didn’t need this gorgeous Alpha to make him feel silly too, thank you very much. “I could ask Nat-”

“No! I mean, yes; yes, I will help you. Don’t get your panties in a twist, jeez.” The Alpha said, rolling his eyes. Still he seemed sketchy, somehow.

---{}---

In reality, James was sweating. Only his training prevented him from falling to his knees and begging for forgiveness right there in front of the Omega. He hadn’t thought his behavior was so…stalker-y.

Oh, god. Fucking hell. You are so busted, he thought. Tony is going to kick you out of the Tower when he finds out. Because when he didn’t bring him results, the genius was going to go to Natasha; and she wasn’t going to take long to find out it was him. If she didn’t know already.

James was aware that he was fidgeting, for God’s sake, and the Omega was giving him an speculative look. But then he shrugged and left the room.

The Alpha crumbled onto the floor, shaking.

What was he going to do now?

{---{---{---}---}---}

It seems that Tony’s plan had backfired on him, badly. It had been days and there hadn’t been any more coffe or notes or anything waiting for him in the kitchen. If it wasn’t for the notes on his wooden box, the Omega would have thought he had imagined the whole thing in a coffe-induced dream.

Still, he needed proof, so he went and searched for the footage. And while there wasn’t video evidence of who was leaving the coffe (JARVIS had obviously granted the person a few minutes every morning), he could see himself grab the mug and read the note over and over. That only made his resolve stronger. If this Alpha had managed to convince J of erasing the footage or disconecting the cameras, he needed to know who it was.

It was time for a visit to certain sniper. He wanted results. That’s what he was paying the man for (well, he hadn’t actually payed him, but whatever).

---{}---

“Red October! Where are you!?” the engineer yelled as soon as he got to the Alpha’s floor. He wasn’t on the living room or in the kitchen, so Tony started walking towards the hallway that led to the bedrooms. He found the soldier’s with the door open and walked right in.

“James Buchanan Barnes, you owe me some results-” he started, before stopping mid-sentence. The bedroom was empty. Tony turned and looked around to see if the man was maybe hiding behind something, but nop, nothing. So he sat on the bed and pulled out his StarkPhone and started checking his emails.

---{}---

Thirty minutes later, the Omega heard steps on the hallway, so he set aside his phone. When James entered the room he was surprised as hell, and that left Tony the opening he needed.

“Could you tell me what the what the fuck is happening? My coffee-gifter suddenly stops out of nowhere, right after I ask you to find out who they are and-” the brunette’s rant was cut short when James lowered his shoulders and looked down at the floor.

“It was me.” The Alpha interrumpted, voice low.

“What!?” Tony yelled, furious. James flinched. “What did you do to make them stop!? Threathen them? Beat them up? What-” the soldier suddenly looked up and interrupted again.

“No, nothing like that. I didn’t beat up anybody.”

“Then what-?”

“I was the one leaving the coffee. I was the one writing those notes. I was the one that asked JARVIS to tell me whenever you were going to the kitchen in the mornings. I-” James’ voice was filled with bitterness. The Omega’s eyes grew larger and larger with every sentence, until Tony could no longer keep himself from talking.

“Then why did you stop? Did you not…mean it?” he asked, confused. The Alpha looked so mad and laughed scornfully, looking down again.

“Because I didn’t realise I was being such a creep that you’d hire someone to find out who I was. I wanted to court you, to give you something that you needed and wanted, but apart from coffee I didn’t know what that was, so I tried to find a way. Look how that turned out.” he spat bitterly. “I swear I was just trying to provide for you, not making you feel insecure or stalked or-”

“I kinda liked the attention, to be honest.” Tony said, suddenly right in front of James. The Alpha startled and looked up, but then the Omega grabbed his jacket and pulled him down, smashing their mouths together. James had his eyes wide open for a few seconds, shocked. But then he let the tension drain out of his body and returned the kiss, grabbing Tony’s waist and pulling himcloser.

When the kiss ended and James opened his eyelids again, he found big brown eyes staring right into his own.  He cleared his troath, and smiled at the engineer.

“Does this mean…?” he asked, leaving the question open.

“This means I expect my coffee and my notes every morning.” Answered the Omega, then added “After I wake up with you by my side.” The Alpha laughed and winked, kissing the genius again.

[dice-and-die]

Cosmic Concupiscence (ZaDr feral au) (chapter 1)

Concupiscence- noun- (Con-cue-pes-ense) -a strong sexual desire/lust Origin: Middle English: via Old French from late Latin concupiscentia, from Latin concupiscent- ‘beginning to desire,’ from the verb concupiscere, from con- (expressing intensive force) + cupere ‘to desire.’

Alternate chapter title: In which Dib and Gaz work together (chapter 1)

Today was going to be a fantastic day. Dib Membrane was sure of it. The young boy was excitedly watching the unveiling of the new long distance traveling spaceship that Professor Membrane had built almost completely by himself. Dib and Gaz stood side by side in the crowd, watching their father in amazement, as he finally revealed the enormous blue and silver ship. Dib stared at it in awe, having to lean back to see the top of it. The ship looked so much more amazing than the concept sketches Dib had seen scattered about the lab downstairs at home. “I wonder how fast it can travel and how far it can go.” Dib wondered out loud. “Gaz, we could go out there and find aliens! Real actual space aliens! We could befriend other space faring races! Do you think that maybe... maybe they’re out there waiting for us?” He babbled on in excitement. “If they were out there waiting for us, then the least they could have done was abduct you!” Gaz mumbled in all her apathy.

“Ok I know your saying that to be mean and rude, but I mean, your not wrong.” Dib said, completely un-offended with a dismissive shrug. Gaz rolled her eyes and turned her attention back to Professor Membrane, who was still talking. “This is the beginning of something great! With this ship, we can further explore the cosmos, go into the deepest darkest corners of space, and discover new things! It has a more advanced PEG system, so the ship has perpetual energy! Fuel is a problem of the past! We can come back to earth as heroes! I will be making an experimental expedition out into space! I plan on only being gone for a year at the most! Consider it like a test drive! We’ll be leaving tomorrow evening folks! Unfortunately, I will have to leave my son and daughter behind, just in case things don’t go well. Luckily, I have picked out an excellent guardian for them!” Professor Membrane continued on, but his voice and the rest of his speech, went unheard as Gaz and Dib both glared up at him in shock and indignation.

“Oh I don’t FUCKING think so!” Gaz said, her voice quavering with agitation and rage. “Geez, yeah! What the hell dad!? You can’t just leave us here on earth while you go explore space! That’s unfair!” Dib openly agreed with his sister. The two of them shared a concerned and angry look before quietly leaving the crowd together. Once they were out of earshot of other people, Dib and Gaz shared another look. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Dib asked with a mischievous grin upon his heavily freckled face. “We sneak onboard the ship?” Gaz said questioningly. “Absolutely!” Dib said, with wild excitement. Gaz gave a smug grin and followed her brother home as the two of them concocted a plan together. For once, the two of them were actually getting along and working together.

                                          * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Gaz and Dib sat at a Mac Meaties, sharing pork fries and meat shakes, while looking over the ship’s blueprints, which had been easy to acquire. “Ok so, let’s see, there’s the docking bay and the cargo bay. Maybe we can sneak in through one of those? Maybe not the docking bay though, it would have a lot more people supervising there.” Dib trailed off, trying to think of more to say. “Ok, Dib, it’s not that hard. We just go home, pack our shit, and hide away in a storage crate. They open from the inside incase people get trapped in them. Too easy.” Gaz said as she sipped her bacon and cheddar meat-shake. “I mean I guess but... I’m still kinda nervous I suppose. I mean this is space we’re talking about! We’re gonna go to space Gaz! SPACE!” Dib said excitedly, while pushing his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. “Calm down and keep your voice low dumbass. Do you want people to find out?” Gaz grumbled.

“Shit, your right.” Dib took a bite of his bbq chicken double mcmeatie burger, and looked around at the completely oblivious people around them. “Yeah I know.” Gaz said proudly. “Now let’s get out of this greasy joint and go home and start packing. And for chrissakes Dib, don’t let Dad or anyone else catch us packing because they might catch on!” Gaz said in an almost intimidating tone. “Right. Let’s not get caught.” Dib agreed.

                                          * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Hours had passed at home, hours of packing and planning and then extra plans incase the original plan failed, and then a plan after that and then another one after that. Gaz rolled up the ship’s blueprints and stuffed them in her backpack, which was full of snacks, games, clothes, and plenty of other interesting things.... Dib had also packed snacks and drinks, and had also packed video cameras, flashlights, a pocket knife, pepper spray, clothes, his phone, and plenty of chargers, and other small and mostly meaningless things. “Do you have your phone Gaz?” Dib asked. “Yeah, but I’m pretty sure you don’t get any sort of service once you go beyond earth, so I think bringing my phone is kinda pointless.” Gaz said. “Yeah but hey, more pictures of space, right?” Dib said, with his beaming, dorky smile. Gaz simply rolled her eyes. “Ok. Well we have everything packed right? Let’s go to bed. Pretend like everything is normal.” She said, with a tone of caution in her voice.

Dib peeked our from around his bedroom door. “Hey yknow I find it funny that dad thinks we need a babysitter or some shit. Like seriously? I’m nineteen. Your seventeen. We’re not twelve year old little shits anymore. We don’t need someone to watch us.” He complained. “Ok, one, does it matter? Two, speak for yourself Mr. I brought a rabid werewolf home and it almost killed me.” Gaz grouched at him. “Ok that was an accident.” Dib sighed in exasperation. “Yes, one that almost destroyed the house. One that also ate the puppy.” Gaz said while squinting angrily at her brother. “Hey... if we’re supposed to have a babysitter then why aren’t they here yet?” Dib asked suspiciously, changing the question. “Don’t jinx it asshole. With our luck it could be someone awful and stupid like an old middle school teacher or some sleaze-bag who does drugs.” Gaz grumbled. “Now go to bed. Before I strap you to yours and leave you here. We have a lot to go through tomorrow.” She said, before leaving her brother’s room.

Dib closed the door after her and laid on his bed. There was no way he was going to sleep, he was too excited, and his gut was doing all these twists and turns. Space. He might actually be in space tomorrow. Just the thought of it sent chills down his spine. “I better not go out there and there not be any space aliens for me to meet.” He murmured. He was up until around one in the morning, contemplating all the possibilities, before his body gave in to sleep.

                                          * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Gaz woke up early at around five. She got dressed, brushed her teeth, and went downstairs, reminding herself to wake Dib up in a little while. She marched into the kitchen to find a note on the table from Professor Membrane. She picked it up and curiously read it.

Dear Son and Daughter,

I love you both very much. I know you might be upset that I’m leaving without the both of you, but I couldn’t live with myself if I were to have risked your lives if something goes wrong. That’s why we’re leaving early this morning instead of later at night like we said, so you two don’t get any ideas about stowing away and being all sneaky. The babysitter will be here sometime at noon.

With Love, ~Your Father

P.S. don’t let your brother raise the dead again Gaz.

Gaz nearly had a brain aneurism, and was filled with sudden rage and panic. She could feel an angry scream, threatening to bubble it’s way out of her throat, like boiling lava from a volcano. “sssshhhHHHHIIIIIIIITT.” She charged up the stairs, and banged her brother’s door open, the doorknob slamming into the wall. “DIB WAKE UP!” She screeched at the top of her lungs, racing over and grabbing her brother, shaking him awake. “Huh? Wha? Gaz? What’s going on?” Dib asked groggily, after struggling to wake up. He grabbed his glasses and put them on, stunned by the agitated look upon his sister’s face.

“We need to go. Right. Now.” Gaz growled, gritting her teeth while trying to keep her cool. She was quivering with anticipation and panic. “What? Right now? But I thought-“ Gaz cut Dib off, growing ever more impatient for her brother to just get up and get going already. “Yeah? Well we were wrong! Here!” She shoved the note into his hands before racing off to her room to grab her stuff. She could hear Dib make an almost animalistic sound of extreme alarm and panic, and then a muffled “OH FUCK.” He grabbed his bag, opened it, and stuffed a bag of batteries and walkie-talkies into it before zipping it up and tossing it over his shoulders. The two of them charged down the stairs and out the door.

The cold November air bit at their faces as they ran out into the dark and lifeless five in the morning world. Gaz frantically called a taxi and demanded that they be extra speedy. Yes against the law speedy. No even faster than that! Yes this was an emergency! Five anxiety inducing minutes later, and a dark green taxi van pulled up. The driver rolled down the window and looked at Gaz and Dib I’m surprise, who were both equally surprised to find that their driver was Keef. “Hey Dib! Hey Gaz!” Keef said excitedly, and with an unnatural amount of cheer. “Where are you guys going?” He asked. Dib and Gaz hurried to get into the van. “Ok Keef, we need you to go as fast as you can! Ok? Like illegally fast. Ok? This is an emergency!” Dib said, his voice cracking with anxiety. “Whoa are you ok? Is one of you sick or something?” Keef asked with worry and concern. “Ok listen, we don’t have time for this! We need to go! Y’know where the giant new spaceship is? Take us there and make it faster than the speed of light! We need to say goodbye to our dad before he leaves!” Gaz looked him dead in the eyes, as she lied straight to his face.

“Oh ok! Gotcha!” Keef shifted the van into gear, and hit the gas. They jerked forward, slowly gaining momentum and speed. The speed gauge’s needle began to pull from 20-45-75 in mere minutes. Gaz eyed it nervously as the van began to shred by the neighborhood, now at 95 miles per hour. “Uh, I think that’s fast enough.” She mumbled nervously. “I feel like I’m going to throw up.” Dib groaned. “There’s a special bucket back there for that.” Keef said.

Surprisingly they went un-pursued and unnoticed by law enforcement, as they tore through the sleepy town and towards the launch feild, just on the outskirts of the city. “Oh my god we’re almost there! We’re gonna make it!” Dib was filled with hope. “Gaz look I can see the ship!” Dib then proceeded to vomit in the bucket, out of sheer stress and overexcitement. “Euuugh.” Gaz made a disgusted face before looking back to the horizon.

                                          * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Professor Membrane overlooked the view from the observation dome on the very top of the ship. He could see the entire broad horizon, the rising sun, the outline of the city, all the twisting and winding roads that lead to nature and other towns, and a tiny green van in the distance, speeding down one of those roads. “Ah so the world awakens. This is truly a glorious dawn. I hope the kids won’t be mad that they’re staying home. I will have to make sure to promise to bring them on the next trip, that is if all goes well. I do hope the hyper speed will work.” Professor Membrane thought out loud to himself, as he enjoyed the view and a black coffee. He payed the van no mind as it began to slow down, and turned to go check on the water filtration and waste disposal system.

                                          * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Keef pulled the van to a slow and eventual stop. “Ok this is as far as I can go guys.” He said. “Thank you.” Gaz grumbled before shoving two fifties into his hand and getting out of the vehicle. Dib grabbed his stuff and went to go after her. “Hey just call if you guys need a ride home or anything!” Keef said cheerily. “We’ll keep you in mind dude!” Dib said respectfully before racing after his sister.

“Ok. We have at least a little while before they take off. They’re still loading up the ship. We can make it.” Gaz said in complete confidence. “I’m glad I woke up when I did.” She said. “Are you ready? Cause Gaz, were going to fucking space. Space Gaz. SPACE. I almost can’t wrap my head around it. SPACE!” Dib began to get overexcited again. “Calm down before you vomit again!” Gaz said, eyeing her brother in mild disgust as she began jogging off the road and down the hill. “Hey! Wait for me!” He ran to catch up. They weaved through the trees and downed branches and a couple of logs before coming up to the electrified fence. “Shit. How do we get past that?” Dib complained. “Quiet. Let me think.” Gaz growled. “We don’t have time to think!” Dib said nervously. “I said be quiet!” Gaz snapped.

Gaz paced around for a few minutes before pulling her old skull necklace out of the back pocket of her backpack. She held it tight for a moment before tossing into the electric fence. It flashed like a bomb, shining pink rays of energy dancing about in the light, before sucking the energy out of the electric fence. It sat on the ground, sparking, humming with the newly trapped energy. “What. The. Hell.” Dib was shocked and confused. “Is that why... is that why you always wore that thing all the time? Is that why you can just do completely inexplicable shit that normal people can’t do? Gaz, what the hell?!” Dib could barley comprehend that all these years his sister had a supernatural talisman and he hadn’t even noticed. Gaz only smiled smugly at her brother, before picking it up, unharmed. She tossed her bag over the fence and began climbing.

Dib followed after her, clearly still struggling to grasp this newfound information, thus affecting his climbing skills. He attempted to jump down from the other side, but his leg got caught in the barbed wire. He hung there for a moment before falling down, his chest slamming into the hard earth, knocking the wind out of him. Gaz rolled her eyes and helped her brother up. “Now how about we stop dicking around and we get going? See look they’re almost done packing. We gotta go!” She raced off, quietly sneaking around every object. So far they’d gone unseen. Gaz peeked around the side of a cargo loader vehicle. There were some unsecured crates, that weren’t being very well guarded. She opened her bag, as Dib caught up, slightly out of breath, and pulled out a smoke bomb. “What the- why do you have that????” Dib asked in alarm. “Your just full of god damn surprises today aren’t you?” He asked, still clouded with alarm and confusion.

“Oh I have all sorts of things that a seventeen year old shouldn’t have. I have smokebombs, flashbangs, noisemakers, and a couple of spicy ghost bombs.” She said, puffing her chest up in pride. “I made them all myself.” Gaz smiled. “What’s a spicy ghost bomb?” Dib asked with morbid curiosity. “It’s a smoke bomb with pepper spray in it.” Gaz grinned maniacally. “What even...” Dib was too scared to take the conversation any further.

Gaz didn’t answer. Instead she simply tossed the smoke bomb as far as she could. It landed several feet away, down near a different collection of crates. She grabbed her brother’s arm as the smoke bomb went off and guards rushed to investigate. Gaz yanked Dib along, over to the stack of crates that she had her eye on. All the silver crates had “To storage complex 9” printed on them. She opened one and motioned for Dib to get inside it. Without hesitation, he wiggled in amongst the styrofoam packing peanuts and held onto his bag. “Wait... how am I gonna breathe?” He asked worriedly. “Don’t worry about it. They have ventilation in them. Remember the whole “designed just in case someone gets trapped in one” thing? We’ll be fine.” She said before shutting the top, leaving her brother in the suffocating and unbearable darkness.

Gaz hid behind the stack of the crates, peering around the corner again, and cursing in rage as the guards were heading back towards this stack. “Shit.” She swore under her breath, and ducked down as the two guards positioned themselves on either side of the crates. She wiggled in between a gap amongst the crates and hoped to Ultra Pigulon that she wouldn’t be seen. As luck would have it, that exact stack of crates was about to be lifted into the cargo bay. “Oh lucky fucking break, we made it.” She sighed in relief.

The stack was lifted and set down on a moving belt. She peered out from her hiding place and made sure no one was watching, before she hurriedly opened a crate and wriggled in, shutting it after her. The stack went through the belt system and came out in a storage room, with people who were moving everything into place and making sure all storage units were accounted for.

Dib got on his messenger and texted Gaz from his phone.

AgentMothman: ==> Forward to VØX3LRØT

AgentMothman: Did you make it? Are you hidden?

VØX3LRØT: Yes. I’m in a crate. Just make sure to be quiet. We’re not out of the woods yet.

AgentMothman: Right......

AgentMothman: Gaz I have to pee. Help what do I do?

VØX3LRØT: You should have went before we left.

AgentMothman: I DIDN’T HAVE TIME ASSHOLE.

VØX3LRØT: Oh well. Sit tight and hold it in. It’s gonna be awhile before we can get out.

AgentMothman: >:T

VØX3LRØT ==> switched to don’t disturb mode ==>

“Why you little-“ Dib scowled and furiously swiped the messaging app away. He sat in the darkness, curled up tight around his backpack. He grabbed his headphones and listened to music, muttering angrily to himself. It was going to be a long wait. He paused to think, imagining leaving earth behind. He already started to feel slightly homesick, but more excited and nervous than anything, to be in space. “I can’t wait.” His voice cracked into a excited squeak. “Your gonna be in space! Maybe you’ll finally find friends among the stars. I can’t wait to meet a whole bunch of space aliens. They’ve gotta be out there. They just gotta!” He murmured in excitement to himself. He laid back, trying to relax in the cramped space, as he listened to 80’s rock music, and thought about aliens.

                                          * * * * * * * * * * * * *

A entire hour and a half had passed, before suddenly, in their hiding places, Gaz and Dib felt the a great thundering shudder run through the ship. Gaz opened her crate a sliver, and peered through it. The ship shuddered a second time and then, with the ferocity of an earthquake, it began to lift up off the ground. A message sounded blatantly throughout the entire ship “Departure in 10 minutes. Please ensure that you are in a secured area and buckled into a seat. Ensure that all luggage and cargo is properly sealed and buckled down.” The message repeated every minute. Dib could feel his guts twisting in excitement. This was it. He was actually going to space. “No turning back now.” He whispered in excitement. Gaz closed her crate and wiggled back down into the packing peanuts. “Here we go.” She murmured.

The final take off message sounded.

“Ship clear for take off. Ascension in-“

“10”

“9”

“8”

“7”

“6”

“5”

“4”

“3”

“2”

“1”

“High speed take off initiated!”

The ship rumbled and quaked and tilted up into the sky. Dib and Gaz were both shocked out of their minds as the ship gave a furious jerk forwards, blasting off into the sky at an unnatural speed. Within mere minutes, the ship had pierced the earth’s atmosphere and entered outer space. Dib could feel himself slamming into the walls of the crate, being knocked around until his head smashed into the top of the crate, knocking him out cold.

                                          * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Dib woke sometime later, his crate open, and his sister peering inside, a look of genuine concern upon her face. His eyes fluttered open and he groaned in pain. Why did his head hurt? “Gaz?” He mumbled. “You got knocked out.” She explained quickly. “Come on! Get up. We have to hide.” She carefully helped her brother up, and he winced in pain, touching the top of his head gingerly. “Gaz. I still need to go to the bathroom.” Dib sighed. “Sheesh, I’m surprised you didn’t pee yourself or something.” His sister merely pointed to the end of the entire storage room. “I explored. The bathroom is to the left.” She said. Dib bolted in that direction while Gaz shook her head, sighing in exasperation. She turned and took her brother’s backpack out of the crate, and then closed it up to ensure that no one would be suspicious.

“Well we made it. We’re actually in space.” Gaz said, somewhat in relief. “Now all we gotta do is explore it. And not get caught being here. I’ve only ever been grounded twice, it’s not happening again.” Gaz walked in the general direction of her brother, looking around at the never ending rows of crates. There were bound to be people coming back here soon, it was only a matter of time. After a few minutes she reached the bathroom and waited for her brother. “Uuuugh I threw up in there Gaz... I didn’t think I had anything left in me..” Dib groaned, coming out of the bathroom. “Ok? I didn’t need to know that. We need to find a new place to hide. Let’s get going.” Gaz handed Dib his backpack and started walking towards the nearby exit, that led up to the docking bay.

The Docking bay was just as enormous as the cargo storage room, and the hangar for small ships was filled to the brim with as many as could possibly fit. All of them were small one to four person starships. “We’re not gonna hide in one of these are we?” Dib asked. “Just for now we are. Nobody is coming back here I don’t think.” Gaz opened the hatch to a four person ship and hopped inside, waiting patiently for Dib, who seemed unsure of whether this was a good idea or not. He reluctantly hopped on board the ship and looked around. It was the size of the living room at home and had a singular pilot seat in the front. In the back were two large seats on either side that had a safety bar above it, like one they pull down over your head on a roller coaster ride, along with seatbelts for extra safety. Then further in the back there was an emergency escape hatch on the floor, and a strange computer nearby with a circular pad built into the floor. Gaz went over to the pilot seat and sat down. “Oh man I like the feeling of this, I think I might wanna fly this sometime.” She said, observing the controls with interest.

Dib closed the hatch and then walked over to the computer in the back and stood on the circular pad, after dropping his bag on the floor. The computer fired up without Dib having to touch it and a red light began to scan him up and down. “Whoa what’s going on?” He tensed up, confused and somewhat nervous. “Scan complete! Please customize your suit on the screen.” The computer beeped. Gaz turned to look at her brother. “What are you doing?” She asked. “Whoa. I think this thing makes space suits!” Dib said, leaning in to look at the computer screen with interest. “Space suits!? Well when your done being a cosmic dork, it’s my turn! Might as well be stylish in space, right?” Said Gaz.

Dib started looking at suit options with interest. “How about something that breathes? I don’t wanna be in a suit that’s going to make me sweat to death!” He said. A color wheel popped up after tapping the suit option. “Um obviously I want it to be dark blue. Wait a minute, there are pattern options? Ooooooh I like the jagged side stripes.... what?! You can customize the pattern color too? This is amazing.” Dib continued on until he stopped at something that almost made him cry tears of joy. “Oh my god... Gaz come over here and look at this!” He cried out. Gaz leapt off the pilot seat, concerned that something was wrong, her brother sounded like he was on the verge of tears. “What?! What is it?!” She asked in blatant alarm. “Gaz look!” Dib pointed to the computer screen. “The suits can have built in binders!” He said, obviously trying not to cry, and very much failing to do so. “Wow. That’s pretty inclusive.” Gaz said, letting a genuine smile break across her face.

Dib removed his glasses for a moment to wipe the tears away, and then tapped the option excitedly and completed his suit. “Processing... Processing... PROCESSING....” The computer let out a soft ding and a small tray opened with a fresh and neatly folded up spacesuit. Dib picked it up and looked it over appreciatively, running his hands across the smooth and soft material. A holographic curtain popped up while he changed. “Hey I didn’t notice, but this thing has built in boots too. Fucking sweet.” The curtain came down once he was done, leaving him behind with all his clothes on the floor. He collected his clothes up in a ball and stuffed them into his bag, before hopping off the floorpad and staring at himself in deep appreciation. “This thing is really comfy!” He said, happily.

“Okiedoke, my turn!” Gaz hopped onto the floor pad and the computer scanned her. She customized her suit to be black with magenta and purple stripes slanting up and down either way across the front and back, as well as two dark purple diamond shapes over her shoulders. Both her and Dib’s suits were fingerless and had a sealed zipper down the chest and belly, that stopped just above the lower abdomen. “Wow this IS comfy!” Gaz said, doing a twirl after changing and stepping off the pad. “Right?!” Dib said, while putting his black trench coat back over the top of his suit, because there’s no way he was gonna stop wearing it. No way in hell. It was his favorite thing ever. He still kept his old small one from when he was twelve, in a box underneath his bed. Not even Gaz knew about it.

“This is an adventure. I’m having fun right now.” Dib said, with his big dorky smile. “I think we might have a good time out here!” Gaz said. “I mean we won’t be able to talk to dad for awhile, but we’ll still have fun!” She continued on. “I’ve been ready for space adventures my whole life. I think I’ve just made a fantastic decision, to not go back to earth. Well ok maybe I’ll visit and stuff, but I am definitely going to spend the rest of my life in space, and I haven’t even seen it all yet!” Dib said with excitement and vigor. He felt ready for anything and everything!

[melasvera]

Painless. Fearless. Reckless. (Bendy x Reader) Part 2

A/N: Real quick. This is the set up chapter to get you to the studio, so bare with me please. You'll be at the studio next chapter.

Note, Ryan is supposed to be drunk, so I tried to make it seem like his speech is slurred. Devon has... some kind of accent. Devon is based off a friend of mine, and Real Life!Devon speaks like Fiction!Devon. RL!Devon has, like, some odd blend of a southern and Boston accent, I think. I don't think his accent can be classified. But I shouldn't talk. Apparently I have a French/British/Scottish accent, and I was born in Colorado!

Anyways!

Thank you to everyone whose liked and checked out this story!

Enjoy, and remember the story (should) picks up next chapter.

Chapter 1- Dare

It all began with a dare. A stupid dare made by stupid college kids at an equally as stupid party.

And you were just stupid enough to allow Ryan to take it.

You weren't even drunk! Why did you go along with it!?

Well, at least you weren't alone….

It was a Friday night when your roommate, Ryan, dragged you and your other roommate, Devon, to a party at some frat house. Usually you and Devon refused to go to such places, seeing as those type of things just weren't your scene. Plus, on those rare occasions when you did decide to go to out, it was almost a guarantee someone would make a lewd comment about you living with two dudes and they would usually always ask if they could ever join in.

It wasn't even like that! You trusted Ryan and Devon, loved them as brothers, and you knew them since elementary school. You all were just good friends who decided to live together to alleviate the cost of living as true adults.

Better to live together and suffer together then to suffer and struggle alone, was your logic.

And it was working out pretty well. The only downsides were Ryan's drinking and partying, Devon bringing home all types of bugs and plants, and your excessive buying of art supplies. At least Ryan didn't bring his vices home, Devon kept his stuff in his room, and you all made sure you could still help with the bills. Bills none of you truly had to worry about, due to your parents paying them, but still tried to help with nonetheless. None of you were comfortable being moochers.

That brings you to your current situation.

It had been a very stressful couple of weeks full of exams, working, and just general attempts at trying to be real adults. Ryan believed you all needed to relax, and what better why than to go to an end of exam party?

You and Devon just looked at each other, both thinking of several hundred things that would be more relaxing than a party, but in the end you both relented and got ready to go out, to the delight of your shaggy-haired friend.

It took less then ten minutes for you to get ready. You didn't care enough to change out of your outfit that consisted of a t-shirt, jeans, and an old pair of converses. Grabbing your favourite shoulder bag, you collected several items your father gave you the day you left for college; a can of police grade pepper spray, a pocket sized first aid kit, and a portable charger.

Once in you bag you looked around your room, debating if you needed anything else before you went to go wait by the door. Devon took twenty minutes longer than you, and the drive over was filled with idiots on the road, but eventually you and Devon begrudgingly walked behind Ryan into the frat house.

Crappy music was blaring, bodies were swaying, and alcohol was flowing.

Sweet heaven almighty, you could almost taste the hormones in the air.

Your eyes narrowed and you frowned as you briefly debated about going back to the car, not wanting to deal with so many alcohol, and maybe even drug, addled people. But you decided you made it this far, might as well go all the way, what did you have to lose?

Devon immediately hooked his arm around yours as you both dodge around the crowd, Ryan already lost within it (which was amazing because the dude was just over six feet), to find a semi-quiet spot. You both decided on the living room where a game of beer pong was being played. Together you sat by the fireplace, thankful that it wasn't on and that is was clear of both trash and people.

It took around five minutes of watching uncoordinated drunkards trying to toss a ball in a cup before someone offered you a drink and an eye wiggle.

Thankfully they left you alone after your first denial. Either those PSA's lied or you were just lucky, but you never were pressured into drinking or doing drugs. The only thing people tried to push you for was sex, and you weren't afraid to give those types of people you're two cents.

Devon sighed heavily, as the intoxicated man finally left you alone, pulled out a rubber band bound packet of note-cards from his hoodie jacket and handed you to them.

You huffed out a small laugh at what you guessed was vocabulary for one of his classes. Understanding what he wanted, and not wanting to drink and mingle, you began quizzing your friend. This gained you both some odd looks, but no one did anything about it. It was actually rather peaceful, once you got used to ignoring the noise.

It was after someone belly flopped on the beer pong table, over an hour later, breaking it that the people around you began a game of truth or dare. You thought it was all rather juvenile of them, but then again you didn't make a habit of going to parties, so maybe this was a normal frat party activity.

You and Devon both tried your best not to sneer in disgust at some of the dares, not wanting to catch the eye of a short tempered drunk looking for a fight. But, honestly, some of those dares were just….. did they seriously have no shame? There was a fine line between bravery and stupidity, and you should know seeing as you frequently flirted with that line. Besides, you were certain some of the things they were doing was illegal in several states.

The two of you continued to ignore the idiotic people close to you, hoping that no one would include you in someone's dare, when you heard Ryan's name being called. Devon and yourself looked over to see what your taller friend was doing.

A girl you didn't know was giggling and hanging off Ryan's arm, who didn't look as drunk as usually did this far into a party (aka he wasn't passed out, stumbling, or slurring words), and was loudly daring him.

"R~y~a~n!" The way she attempted to make her shitty, sing-song voice sound sexy made you shiver unpleasantly, "I-I dare you *giggles* I dare you t'go to….to Drew Studios. An' ya godda stream it too." The girl giggled, as if she said the most amusing thing in the entire world.

Ryan grinned, a look of pure determination taking over his face as the people around him agreed with the dare, egging him to take it.

Devon paled, you sighed heavily in resignation.

You knew that look. There was no way either you or Devon were ever going to deter him, but you didn't trust his drunk ass alone.

Devon quickly jumped to his feet, a worried look plastered on his face, and three shaky fingers in the air, "We volunteer as tribute!"

Apparently Devon didn't either.

You sighed again and stood, slipping the flashcards into Devon's back pocket. Guess you were going to try and keep your mildly drunk friend from dying in an abandoned studio in the middle of the woods.

Eh. You've done harder things before.

'Besides,' you thought as you eyed the young alcoholics in the making, 'this could work out for you.'

Without pause you stepped up onto the litter ridden couch and hollered to get everyone's attention. "HEY!"

Remarkably you got their attention and no one threw anything at you.

"If Ryan's going to do this dare," the idiots cheered and jostled each other with their back slapping, "we're going to need somethings so we don't get caught, and, or, so we don't die. And no one wants to be blamed for either of those, right?"

The people were either really drunk or really stupid to believe anything you said. Or both.

You were inclined to believe that it was probably both. Which was a good thing, seeing as they were more inclined to do as you said.

Then again, most people knew who your parents were, so maybe that motivated them?

"First, off, we need backpacks or bags, then we need gloves, at least fifty dollars, maybe some masks, some food, water bottles, flashlights, and that man's pocket knife!" You counted off each item with a raised finger then pointed with your sixth finger to a young man with an obvious lump in his pocket.

The young man blinked slowly and hesitantly pointed to himself, "Me?"

You nodded, still pointing. "Yes. You all want Ryan to get into Drew Studios, right? A knife will make it easier." Not really. You just wanted his knife. You've never seen the building outside of pictures your art teacher showed the class, but you were sure that there was someway to get inside without having to pick a lock.

Nobody moved. You raised an eyebrow and crossed your arms. "Well, you want a show or not? Get going!"

You stepped off the couch as the part of the crowd that wanted to see something illegal happen scrambled to gather the things you said you required, while the rest of them either tried to convince Pocket Knife Guy to hand over the knife or watched the chaos.

It was the girl who was hanging off Ryan who eventually persuaded the guy to give you the knife.

What she did to do that left you in awe and mild discomfort. That girl was either really drunk or really confident in herself, kind of inspiring, in a way.

Fiddling and got acquainted with your newly acquired weapon, which turned out to be a red Swiss Army knife with a yellow dog on it (fucking score! ), you waited next to your friends. Devon, in all of his four foot ten glory, was berating and trying to get Ryan to back out of the dare.

"Come on man! It'll be fun! Where's your sense of adventure! Think of the views dude . "

It wasn't working out so well.

Devon's eye twitched as he gave his deadpan answer, "Left 'em back home with Teresa."

"Your pet spider doesn't count, Short-stack."

"Think of the jail time."

"We have a kick-ass lawyer on our side if we get caught, we'll be fine."

The shorter one of your friends groaned and turned towards you, "[Name]! [Name], do somethin', talk 'im outta this craziness!"

Your shrugged as gently dragged your index finger down the largest blade of knife, unable to feel it kissing your skin, "Nah."

Devon sputtered, you grinned.

"N-nah, ya say? Fuckin' nah? The dude gonna get 'imself caught or somethin' an' all ya can say is 'nah'?" His incredulous tone of voice made your lips twitch in amusement.

Ryan laughed and slapped Devon's back, "Two 'gainst one, we win!"

Devon ignored him and looked at you in disbelief, waiting for your answer.

You snapped the knife back into it's home and clenched your fist around the four inch handle. With a smile you looked at your worried friend with a small reassuring smile, "We volunteered as tribute."

"B-but, [Name]!" Devon whines as he floundered to try to think of something that would make you convince Ryan to back out.

"B'sides," your shrug, placing the knife into your bag, "can't make Drunk Ryan do anything he doesn't want to," here said drunk young man began nodding in agreement, "might as well tag along and make sure the drunken dumb-ass doesn't do anything to illegal or off himself in some stupid way."

Ryan kept nodding for a few more seconds before what you said hit is alcohol soaked mind, "Wha- Hey!"

Devon snorted, a smile fighting its way onto his still worried face.

"And you can go home, or stay in the car or something if you really don't want to go. I'm can handle him, we won't make you."

Devon laughed hysterically, and sarcastically, at that.

"Yeah, no," he finally said with a look of pure incredibility, "leave my drunk friend with zero inhibition with the friend who woulda know what danger was if it punched her in the kisser, I'mma not livin' with that kind'a guilt, m'kay?"

Ryan swung an arm around the both of you, pulling you two into a three way hug, "Great! Now I need help coming up with a YouTube name."

It was official then. The three of you were going to break into an abandoned animation studio from the twenties and live-stream the proof to a YouTube channel that Ryan made as you and Devon argued. All for a dare.

It was decided, with no real input from you or Devon, that the channel's name would be DrewStudiosLive.

…...

Drunk Ryan wasn't a very imaginative Ryan.

Throughout your conversation, and about fifteen minutes after, all the items you requested had be collected, plus some.

Apparently the host of the party were very generous when intoxicated.

The items were all in a pile before you, consisting of an ugly neon green drawstring bag, an old soccer duffel bag, six mismatched winter gloves in varies colours and sizes, a butt load of washcloths, some bandannas, some left over, half full, bags of chips, water bottles, a pack of canned beers, and a plastic baggie with cash (fucking yes, they did it!). In lieu of a flashlight someone was smart enough, or drunk enough, to throw in a tub of glow sticks. On top of all that some smart-ass donated a small first aid and condoms with a note that said, 'have fu die :P' on it.

Your rolled your eyes at the last item and threw the condoms up into the air so they fell into the crowd. You heard a few cheers at that.

Turning back to the small pile you happily divided you're haul between the duffel, drawstring, and your own shoulder bag. You palmed the first aid kit, wondering if you should be the one to carry it, before placing it in the duffel and with the beers. Meanwhile, Ryan wrote the name of the new YouTube channel down so that people knew where to tune in, and Devon left to get the car ready, bemoaning his fate the entire time.

You and Ryan left the house with people cheering you on, wishing you luck, and throwing more glow sticks in the air, like people used to throw rice at weddings.

The laughter bubbling in your chest couldn't be stopped, even once your were in the car and on your way to the studio. You just couldn't believe that you got a houseful of your drunken peers to give you stuff all because you said you'd need it to complete some stupid dare. You continued to chuckled to yourself as you counted the money they collected. Maybe you should go out to parties with Ryan more often, who knows what you could convince people to give you if you said it was for their entertainment.

"Sooooo….." Devon drawled, not taking his eyes off the road, "what do we need fifty dollars for? It's not that far, so it's not for gas."

Snickering you answered, "We don't need it." You waved the bag of money around, "This is merely….. a…... donation. A wish for good luck."

Quite, then Devon snorted and briefly looked in the rear view mirror at you. "You just wanted their money, didn'tcha?"

You nodded once with a giant smile on your face, "I just wanted their money. And the knife. Got me a pretty sweet knife. I think it has, like, ten functions, at least." You looked back down at the money, the smile growing into a smirk, "They did good. Got more than fifty here. After this is over with we're eating out someplace that's not Jack in the Box."

This time it was Ryan who spoke, who had been silent until now because he found the beer in the duffel. "'ow much yo-you got there?" He ended with a burp, which he blew into the driver's face. Devon wrinkled his nose but otherwise didn't react.

Humming happily, and placing the cash into your bag, "Almost eighty. And stop it, save those for later!"

Groaning in disappointment, Ryan tilted his head back to chug the rest of his drink before crushing the can and tossing it on the floor.

"Ei-eighty bucks?" Devon threw his head back and cackled at that, then continued to grumble about how maybe the night wasn't so bad after all.

A/N: Make sure you tell me what you think, what I should improve on and what not.

Thanks again!

Part 1

[sweetlysilent]

Pete's Coffee

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: In which a boy orders coffee and a girl makes them.

Part 4: The Black Tie

Side Note: This story is a story that will have five parts. Therefore, welcome to Pete’s Coffee.

Friendly PSA: Please do not steal my writing without my permission, or flat out steal it at all. It’s super disrespectful and 100% plagiarism. So, if you’re someone who does steal other peoples’ work, think about what you’re doing before you hit that copy button. Thank you!

“Ned I don’t know if this is a smart idea, I literally just found out her name and I don’t want to screw this up.” Peter spoke nervously to his friend walking beside him, as Ned listened quietly.

Peter had told Ned what happened the last time he was in the coffee shop, how you showed him how to make a Cappuccino, how you let him stay after the shop closed up, how you even sat down with him at the table and had a coffee with him, and then to top it all off, you finally told him your name.

“Do you think it’s obvious that I like her?” Peter suddenly questioned aloud, making Ned snort out in response.

“Dude, you go to the shop almost everyday, you become a stuttering mess, and you leave her huge tips, I think it’s pretty obvious.” Ned smirked slightly, as Peter let out a groan and rubbed his face.

“This is a mistake, what am I doing? Why am I taking you here with me?” Peter rambled, as they approached the one and only Pete’s Coffee shop.

“Did she name this place after you? Cliché.” Ned teased, making Peter’s cheeks turn a light pink, he never really thought about the name of the shop that way.

Great, now he was even more nervous than he was already, thanks a lot Ned.

Ring. Ring.

“Hello! Welcome to Pete’s Coffee!” A man from behind the counter greeted, making Peter’s brows furrow, where were you?

You normally worked every morning, hence why Peter always took a trip in the morning before school started.

Ned finally walked up to the counter, leaving a confused Peter behind him, before he realized he was standing alone like an idiot in front of the door.

Embarrassed enough already, he caught up to Ned at the counter, where he was ordering a simple Espresso and a breakfast sandwich.

“And for you sir?” The man looked at Peter, a kind smile on his face with a pen and notepad in his hand.

“O-Oh, right, yes, uhm, may I have The Black Tie please?” Peter spoke casually, it was a bit easier to talk to someone other than you, mainly because you made his heart beat so fast he felt it in his throat.

“What size would you like sir?” The man, whose name was Joshua questioned again, as he waited for Peter’s response.

“Right! Uhm, I’ll have a medium please,” Peter looked up at the menu, "Hey you guys added some new things to the breakfast menu.. nice.“ Peter commented, making Joshua laugh, nodding in response.

“Indeed we did, people have been loving our breakfast so we added a few new items, would you like anything?” Joshua questioned, looking between Peter and Ned, who was waiting for his order.

“Yes, actually, I-I’d love to try the Bacon and Cheddar breakfast sandwich please.” Peter smiled anxiously, his hands fiddling with one another.

“Alright, that will be fifteen dollars and thirty-six cents.” Joshua placed the order, as Peter handed him the money, before waiting with Ned for their food and drinks.

“I guess your girl isn’t working today.” Ned shrugged, glancing around the small shop, as Peter bit his lip.

Peter eventually nodded in agreement, coming to terms with the fact you just weren’t here, and it really bummed him out, he was looking forward to see you.

Maybe him asking for your name scared you, and that was why you weren’t working your normal shift.

Maybe you just didn’t like Peter the same way he liked you.

Maybe-

His train of thought got cut off by the sound of the bell ringing above the door, his focus now seeing who had entered, his eyes widening slightly.

It was you.

“Sorry! Sorry I’m late!” You muttered, looking at your coworker with a sheepish smile, as Joshua shook his head and laughed.

“It’s fine, just come back here and help create their order alright?” He smiled, as he motioned to the two waiting for their food and drinks.

Your face lit up at the sight of them, even if you did look like an absolute mess, seeing Peter made up for it.

“Hey Caffé Parker!” You smiled, walking over to him, making his heart beat speed up.

“H-Hey.” He stuttered, making you smile, you weren’t going to lie, Peter was adorable, and the fact you made him nervous was a bonus.

“Hey I’m Ned, Pete’s best friend.” Ned introduced himself, putting his hand out so you could shake it.

“Hi, I’m Y/N, nice to meet you Ned.” You smiled, shaking his hand before giving a small wink at Peter, before disappearing into the back to change into your work uniform.

“Damn, now I get why you come here, she’s gorgeous dude, and it’s clear she has a thing for you too.” Ned teased, making Peter roll his eyes as he sat down at one of the tables.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Peter shrugged, playing with a napkin as Ned sat down across from him.

You soon reappeared out from the back, your uniform on as you looked at what Joshua had wrote down, a smile on your face as you read Peter’s order.

“How original.” You mumbled, unaware that Peter could hear you due to his Spider-Man abilities.

You then helped create their order, before taking their drinks and food over to them.

“Okay so, I’m gathering the simple Espresso is for the lovely friend of Caffé Parkers,” You teased, making Peter smile nervously as Ned grinned, nodding, “And The Black Tie is for the one and only Caffé Parker?” You questioned, a teasing smile on your lips as Peter nodded.

“And here are your breakfast sandwiches, they’re really good just an fyi.” You smiled, before taking the tray and walking back behind the counter, explaining to your coworker why you were late.

“Seriously?” Joshua questioned in shock, as you nodded, leaning against the counter.

“I don’t know how it happened, one second I’m walking to work and the next I’m being stalked by some creep and then out of nowhere I’m basically being kidnapped, but thankfully I packed pepper spray and got away.” You breathed out, an anxious expression on your face.

Peter however heard all of this, his jaw clenching at the thought of someone trying to harm you and kidnap you in broad daylight.

“You alright dude?” Ned whispered, seeing Peter’s tense expression, making him snap out of his daze.

“Someone tried to kidnap Y/N, that’s why she was late, I knew I felt off this morning but I couldn’t place it, and now I know why.” He muttered, taking a bite of his sandwich.

Ned and Peter continued to stay at the shop until they were finished, Ned excusing himself to the bathroom, giving you a chance to talk to Peter.

“Hey brown eyes.” You smiled, making his face light up and his cheeks warm at your comment.

“H-Hey Y/N.” He stammered, a soft smile on his face as you sat down in the seat across from him.

“So I found out from a little birdy that you were looking for me this morning.” You smiled, making his eyes widen and his cheeks turn redder.

“I-I, Uhm, I mean, y-yeah?” He shrugged, a smile on his lips, making your face heat up slightly.

You quickly grabbed his cup, scribbling something on it quickly before handing it back to him, your hand gently moving a curl out of his face.

“See you around.” You winked, before disappearing back behind the counter, leaving Peter stunned.

“I leave for five minutes and I find you frozen like a statue, what happened?” Ned questioned, looking at Peter’s shocked expression.

You just gave him your number.