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Bruce, slumped in a chair: "Alfred it's so insane, he just doesn't stop. Yesterday he broke his ankle and he's back in those goddamn pixie boots with 'extra supports' like that fucking does anything-"
Alfred, stirring sedatives into the tea he's making Bruce: "Oh my."
Bruce: "-I just don't know what to do. He needs to take a break, holy shit that much anger can't be good for a child, and don't even get me started on the coping mechanisms Alfred, they're unhinged-"
Alfred, looking up with a tight smile: "You don't say. Sugar, Master Bruce?"
Bruce, dragging a hand down his face: "-and let me tell you, I don't know where he gets his energy because he hasn't slept in two days! Two days! I was impressed when he first got here, but now I'm just concerned-"
Alfred, handing the tea to Bruce: "Understandable, sir. Anyone in your position would be."
Bruce, nearly choking on the tea: "Alfred, Alfred, I'm so dumb--the lack of sleep must be getting to me-- just spike his orange juice with sleep meds. Child doses of Nyquil or something. Yeah, that'll do it."
Alfred, watching Bruce drain the cup: "I couldn't agree with you more."
#please enjoy the fruits of my feverish ADHD mind#I don't know what in God's many names this is#I'm so tired and I'm babysitting and I want to put the house under a sleeping curse#dick grayson#robin#battinson as disaster bat dad#batdad#alfred pennyworth#batman#batfamily
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Imagining San as a father
imagine,, i will never let go of girl dad! ateez, warnings: none?/ girldad! san/ fem reader/ mostly scenarios/ the child is referred to as "baby"/ comfort masterlist
It was kind of an unexpected pregnancy but anticipated nonetheless
San was lowkey more excited about it than you were.
Bought matching beanies for the three of you, mostly ones with cat ears.
Gets pouty when you cuddle your pregnancy pillow more than him
"Come here, you never cuddle me anymore," he mutters, trying to pull you closer.
You shrug him away. "No, you’re too warm."
He pouts. "I thought you liked my warmth..."
You never get the chance to complain about being uncomfortable or in pain because San is always absentmindedly massaging your shoulders, back, feet, or honestly any part of your body.
One afternoon, he finds you on the rocking chair, gently patting the baby's back while blinking hard, trying to stay awake. The last few days have been especially exhausting with the newborn.
He steps into the nursery and gingerly took the baby from your arms and into his, lightly rocking her. He whispers, "Did you shower yet, hon?" You shake your head whilst yawning. San nods towards the door. "C'mon, I'll help you. Let me just put her down first."
San helps you up, might even carry you to the bathroom if you're too tired. He starts a bath, setting the water to your favorite temperature, adding your favorite soaps and scents, and helps you undress. He scrubs your body and helps you dry off.
"Ah, I forgot to bring your pajamas."
You shake your head. "One of your shirts is fine." So he brings you the shirt he knows you love. He'll tuck you into bed and leaves a glass of water on the nightstand. It's still a bit too early so he stays up in case he's needed by the baby or you and cleans up the house a bit.
Has a habit of placing his finger under baby's chin and saying 'ah' when feeding her
Wooyoung is, of course, the godfather. Has no sense of what privacy is and will absolutely barge into your home to see the baby(he made several copies of your house keys).
The both of you are nervously getting ready for your first date since before the baby was born. It'll be your first time alone together in what felt like ages.
San is holding the phone to his ear with his shoulder when he asks Wooyoung, "What time are you getting here?"
"Oh, I'm in your living room right now." He hears a distant scream, followed by a smack, loud and clear through the phone speaker. "Hey! You hit me! Your wife hit me!"
San laughs. "Serves you right! That's the third time this week you've snuck in."
Once it's time to go, you almost have to drag him out the door.
He's anxious while on the date, constantly checking his phone while you reassure him that "Everything will be fine, the baby is in good hands. Woo practically acts like he was the one who carried her for nine months anyway."
"This is the longest we've been away from her."
"She's fine, look." You show him the footage from the baby monitor. "She's asleep and Wooyoung is right there like we told him to be."
San eventually gets over this anxiety and calls up Wooyoung for help whenever parenting and life get a bit stressful.
Of course, Woo will gladly babysit while San takes you out to your favorite places to eat(fancy clothing is optional, he just wants the both of you to finally relax and enjoy each other).
♡
San is a patient father. And can also be clingy, of course. Gets random urges to repeatedly kiss baby's face and tell her how much he loves her, even when she's trying to push him away.
Holds baby in his arms whenever possible.
Cries when he has to go back to work and rushes home as soon as the day is over. When he comes home, he gives you a quick kiss before immediately snatching baby out of your arms, giving her kisses all over her face and tiny knuckles. "Did you miss me? Oh, I missed you so much."
Reading aloud to baby while she laid on your chest is one of your favorite things to do. One night, San walks past the door only to stop, drawn by your soft voice. He pokes his head in the room and you notice, nodding at him to come in. He sits on the floor in front of you and massages your feet and legs as he listens to you read.
Teaches baby taekwondo and even convinced you to join, creating a new family activity :(
Will softly sing to her if she starts getting fussy. If it’s a song baby recognizes, she sings along until she eventually falls asleep. And of course, you secretly recorded all of that with the cheesiest smile on your face.
San loves planning family picnics. Wants baby to be around nature as much as possible. Dare I say.. he prohibits the use of too many electronics at home and wants baby to learn a skill and be physically active
San is very big on enforcing good manners and respect. Things like 'please' and 'thank you', proper greetings, helping others, etc.
"Ah-ah, what do we say? Good job, baby."
♡
Gets pouty when baby runs to you or Woo instead of him. But you’ll secretly whisper to baby, “Go hug papa and tell him you love him, go, go.” And she runs off giggling to San who’s hiding his face in his hands, fake sobbing. Her tiny hand pulls at his bigger ones and he'll trap her in his arms. "Ha ha, I got you now." :(((
Baby definitely gets scaredy cat tendencies from her father lol
The three of you were in the living room watching a movie when you heard something hit the ground near the kitchen. The movie was immediately paused. "Did you hear that? What was that?" San hurriedly asks.
"Nothing serious, you probably didn't place the broom back correctly in its holder." You stand up, ready to head to the kitchen when you felt San grab your wrist.
"Wait, what if it's a ghost?"
"A GHOST!?" Your daughter clings to your just as terrified husband, almost on the verge of tears.
You stroke baby's cheek with your thumb. "No baby, your father is just being dramatic...like always. Those muscles of his are useless. Do you wanna come with me to see?"
She nodded, apprehensive, and allowed you to carry her on your hip. Not wanting to be left alone, San trailed closely behind you, keeping his hands on your waist.
As soon as you walked into the kitchen, your foot met with the end of the broomstick. "Ha! See, I told you guys! Can you put the broom back, San?" Right as he bends down to pick up the broom, you run back into the living room, laughing at San's panicked babbling while clutching your daughter.
♡
Baby comes running in the bedroom wearing San's t-shirt(which she found while rummaging through the hamper for whatever reason), the fabric dragging behind her. The sleeves of his shirt covering baby's entire arm except the tippy tips of her fingers. She excitedly runs towards San but trips over the fabric, landing on her belly on the rug.
San gasps, but tries not to react too strongly so that baby doesn't freak out. Helps her up and asks if she's hurt, but she giggles and shakes her head. "Look!"
His heart melts at the sight of his daughter being engulfed in his shirt. She can hardly take a step without stumbling right into him.
When baby is sick, he’ll hold her in his arms for as long as she wants and is constantly rubbing her arms or back and asking if she’s okay or if she needs anything.
Will have 'fancy' tea parties with his daughter, with you and a few stuffed plushies as guests. Proper attire must be worn (clip on earrings paired with a bow or crown). Allows baby to give him a makeover: painted his nails, spiked his hair with a ton of gel, makeup.
Will ask baby for opinion on his outfit.
"How do I look?"
"Old." She giggles. You're sitting beside her, covering your mouth, trying not to burst out laughing.
His jaw drops. "OLD!?" He looks to you for help, but you avert your eyes. "In what world do I look old?! You know, growing older is a privilege and one should be grateful for-"
"It was just a joke! Why do you have to turn everything into a lesson?"
"I'm never asking for your opinion again. Tsk, 'old'."
He acts like the comment didn't affect him much, but he pouts for the rest of the week.
a/n: next dad fic might be hongjoong..im a lil sleep deprived so i hope this isnt bad lol
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stay here - mike schmidt
pairing: mike schmidt x f!reader
warnings: use of y/n and she/her pronouns (no movie spoilers bc i haven't seen it yet im just obsessed with mike) fluff! fluff! fluff! like one makeout scene but thats it
enjoy!
to say babysitting michael schmidt's little sister, abby, was easy would be a lie. mike called you earlier that day, right before his shift started, and asked if you could look over abby until he got home. at the end of the call he mentioned his hours were shorter, and earlier than normal, so he wouldn't be home too late.
it was currently eleven pm. abby's supposed to be in bed by ten-thirty, and nothing was working. y/n tried calming her down with a disney movie. she even colored with her in her makeshift fort in her room. but nothing worked, she was as hyper as ever.
"abby, please! we both know you're going to be tired tomorrow and you have school," y/n pleads.
"but i'm not tired," abby groans, rolling over dramatically on the couch.
"you know what? fine. i'll just tell mike you weren't listening to me," y/n sends abby an evil smile. abby perks up, and sits up to lean on the arm of the couch to look at y/n.
"no! no no no! he said if i was good all week he'd buy me something from the store."
y/n crosses her arms and leans against the hallway wall, opposite of the couch. "looks like you're going to have to listen to me afterall."
"but i'm still not tired," abby groans again, but walks over towards y/n.
y/n looked down at the girl in front of her. she saw the small bags under her eyes, and noticed her eyes kept closing every so often.
an idea popped into y/n's head, "why don't you go lay down, and i'll be in in ten minutes, yeah?"
abby nodded, confused by the request, but still nodded nonetheless and walked down the hallway and towards her room. y/n watched for a moment before abby was fully inside her room. she knew abby was most likely to fall asleep once her head hit the pillow. now she only had to kill two hours until mike would be home.
y/n and mike have known each other for three years. y/n moved into the one story house that was unoccupied in mike's neighborhood. the town wasn't used to newcomers, so of course y/n was the talk of the town for her first two weeks there.
it wasn't until a month later when y/n was on her morning run on a saturday, and had bumped into michael. she was instantly confused when she noticed he was in his work uniform, and on the way back to his house. the two made light conversation, and ended up at y/n's that night for a movie marathon.
about a month after that, mike knocked on y/n's front door, and properly asked her if she wanted to go on a date with him. of course the girl agreed, and that was the first date of many for the couple.
which leaves y/n in the position she's in - babysitting abby.
when mike and y/n officially started dating abby interrogated the girl. asking her a bunch of questions, some more personal than others, which mike quickly interjected. abby gave mike the idea of having y/n watch over her, instead of having to pay random strangers. mike obviously agreed.
y/n settled herself on the couch and put on a random horror movie that was on tv. she couldn't even get past the opening as her eyes closed and her body went limp from tiredness.
she grabbed the blanket at the other end of the couch before fully letting sleep embrace her.
the only time y/n woke up was when she heard the doorknob rattling. she turned slightly, to look over the back of the couch, and saw her boyfriend walking through the doorway.
"shit, were you sleeping?" mike asked, taking off his jacket and throwing it by the front door.
y/n sat up and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes, "yeah, but i can go. abby's asleep so i did my job pretty well," she chuckles.
"thank you again. and you know you can stay babe, i don't mind the comapny," michael smiles.
y/n couldn't help but notice how on edge mike looked as soon as he walked inside.
"are you okay?" she asks softly, still sitting on the couch.
mike nods as he sits down beside her, "yeah, just a long night." he leans over and kisses her cheek, causing y/n's cheeks to turn pink.
"do you want to talk about it?" y/n moves her leg to rest her chin on her knee, as mike's eyes glaze over the tv screen before turning fully towards his girlfriend.
"william was just on my ass before my shift, and vanessa had so much energy tonight, i just couldn't handle it. and it felt like time was going so slow tonight," mike's voice was quiet. y/n could tell he had a rough night as he rubbed his eyes.
y/n leans forward and turns off the tv, making mike slightly confused. "is there anything i can do to cheer you up?" y/n stands in front of mike and holds her hands out. he immediately takes her hands in his as he stands with her. mike leans forward and kisses y/n's forehead.
"can you just stay here tonight?" mike's voice almost seems desperate, as if y/n's presence was the only thing keeping him going right now.
y/n nods, "i'll always stay if you ask me to," she smiles as mike closes his eyes and rests his forehead against hers.
"was abby okay tonight?" mike asked, pulling away, but still keeping their hands connected.
"she was good, until trying to get her to go to bed. but you didn't hear that from me," this caused mike to let out a small laugh.
the couple, with one of their hands linked with each other's, went down the hallway. mike stopped y/n and opened abby's bedroom door quietly. y/n stood beside mike and held onto his arm with her free hand, resting her cheek on his shoulder.
the pair were met with abby sleeping under her blanket. small snores escaped her lips. y/n leaned up and kissed mike's jaw, before whispering, "c'mon, i know you need sleep just as much as she does."
y/n pulls mike into his room, which was at this point their shared room. mike had two drawers of his dresser specifically for y/n, vice verse in y/n's room. mike stepped into the bathroom and they both got ready for the night, in the most comfortable clothes they own.
y/n was already laying down under the sheets once mike came out of the bathroom. even laying there, he thought y/n looked so effortlessly beautiful.
"why are you staring at me like that?" y/n asks as she watches mike slide into the bed next to her.
"what? i can't stare at my pretty girl?" mike leans forward and kisses y/n on the lips, as he brings his left hand to her cheek. he rolls over, so his right arm is on the mattress, as he hovers over y/n. her hands move to his waist, slowing moving to his lower back.
their lips molded with one another's, and y/n could almost sense the stress leaving mike's body.
mike barely pulled away, leaving little to no space in between the two, "i love you so much."
y/n smiled, "i love you too."
she leaned up to kiss him once more, and mike playfully rolled his eyes while moving to lay down beside the girl. mike loved falling asleep while holding onto y/n's waist, because he knew she was safe.
#michael schmidt#fnaf#fnaf movie#mike schmidt#abby schmidt#mike schmidt imagine#michael schmidt imagine#mike schmidt x reader#mike schmidt x you
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↳ EVENT 45. Sebastian (Jealousy Sex & Incest)
— ✧ warnings: Jealousy Issues, jealousy sex, Incest, stepcest, Pseudo-Incest, Manipulation, clueless!reader, dubcon, Cheating, Creampie — ✧ word count: 3,197
— ✧ A/N: reposting from my old account since i was asked to! formatting might be off, but it's still readable.
There are many perks that come with being the eldest sibling. For one, his word is final. Always has been, really. Even when you were half his size and sporting those baby fat chubby little cheeks, cute little pout on your lips; didn't matter what he said, he knew you would always listen to him regardless. Because that's what little sisters do, right? They listen well to their big brothers, always relying on him to know exactly what you should do at any given moment.
It's not his fault that you're gullible to a T.
Another benefit is that he's always right too. So even if you whinge and complain at his bossing around, he knows just how easy you are to tire out, because you know just how right he really is. He hasn't failed you yet, has he? No matter the circumstances, you can trust him to be right when it comes to you. No you shouldn't wear that skirt to that party, promise I'm not looking at you any kind of way, you should probably pick up some more panties now that we're out. Always, always, Sebastian is right. Like he always says to you: Big brothers intuition. And you never seem to fight him too hard on it, which is good. It's preferred. It's easier that way, for you too, right? There's no need to use that empty little head of yours when he's around!
Perhaps his favourite perk of being your big brother, however, is how much he's trusted with you. Not just from how much trust you personally put in him, though to know that you depend on him for daily life things is sweet enough as it is. It's even better when his mom and your dad leave you all alone with him for an extended weekend, as is usually the case at least once a month. Date night or whatever, he never cared too much for the reasons, too focused on the fact that he has free reign access to you completely for a few days. Yeah, yeah. I'll babysit her— even in your adulthood. Ignorant to his real intentions, all involved remain blissfully unaware of just how degenerate he truly is— especially when it comes to you.
If they did, he'd never be allowed near you again.
He'd hoped to have waited a little bit longer, though. Sweetened you up some more, have you perched right on the edge of confession before enacting his perverted fantasies upon you; and yet here you are, laying under him so pliantly, submissively sniffing up at him as he lines his red hot leaking tip up to your sopping little hole as if it were natural to do so, and not some forced plotline from the plenty incest pornos he's watched. If only y'hadn't brought your boyfriend over last night, yeah? Taking the prime opportunity your parents have offered you and running with it— a free house, of course you had to invite him over. You might be dumb, but you're not stupid, he expected as much. Encouraged it, even. Wanted you to enjoy yourself before charming you for a night, letting you mess around before making you all his. What you didn't have to do was get plowed by your boyfriend so hard all night long, and keep your loving, doting, wanting brother awake with a fist pumping away frantically at his rock hard cock, listening intently to the forced moans you let out from your locked room.
That, might make you stupid.
Don't you think he deserves a go, too? After all, he's your big brother. You should be wanting to offer him up some hole too, yeah?
It's not difficult to see just how jealous he is deep down. He's not trying to hide it very well, his muscles tight as he looms above, eyes squinting down at you. Sure, he knew that you had a boyfriend, but that's just a little play time, right? Deep down, you know exactly who you belong to. You should have known better than to disrespect him in his house by moaning so prettily for another man, so it's only fair that you suffer some consequences. Don't you know just how long he's been waiting, planning, scheming to make you his? He doesn't so much mind that you aren't a virgin, but rather than you chose to fuck some other guy in his house. Makes his tummy turn with upset.
"Um... You're like, absolutely sure that this isn't cheating, Sebby?" Your body quivers with your shaky words, batting your eyelashes up at him so prettily like that, he's forced to take a moment to collect himself before giving you an answer. Poor baby, is big brother being mean to you? He's only giving you what you deserve, afterall.
With his cock head still slipping between your folds, smearing precum all over your puffy little sister clit, he offers you a faux sweet sigh of relief. "Promise, silly," He lightly scolds you, flashing you a playful smile to hopefully break you in, wear you down enough so that it's easier for you to give him what he wants. It's all he has to do at the end of the day, dupe you onto his side. "I'm your big brother, right? We're just playing. That's all! You aren't doing anything wrong, okay?"
It takes you a moment to fully comprehend his words, but the meek little nod up at his lies fills him with so much joy immediately, lust pooling in his tummy upon earning your coerced consent. Bad big brother, isn't he? Taking advantage of your innocence, letting his tip drool precum all over your cute little sister cunt with corrupting intent; fuck, such a pretty pussy you've got, it's a shame he's had to wait so long to fuck it.
"If big brother says so..."
"'Zactly, you got it," He coos down at you softly, extending a hand to help fluff up the pillow under your head for you to be as comfortable as possible, his chest tight at the sound of your cute giggled thanks to contrast the way that his cock still twitches against your slit. Just playing, just a little play time with your beloved big bro, that's all! "You trust me, don't you?" he preys on your people pleasing tendencies, fist squeezing tight at the base of his cock just to tap his tip against your clit a few times. An action that earns a gasp from you, and himself at the heated connection, precum string keeping him connected to you as he sucks in some air through his teeth. "Don't you love me?"
Rotten to the core, he figures that he'd never be able to express to you just how much he adores that look of absolute worry on your pretty face, flustering to reassure him that yes, you do love him! yes, you do trust him! After all, he's taken such good care of you thus far, right? It's just— there's that big brother itch, y'know? Forever gnawing at him, body begging for him to indulge, to satisfy you better than your boyfriend could ever, to have you relying him for even this. God, he can imagine it even now as he hovers above you, one hand lightly stroking at his cock, the other stabilising himself next to your head. Images of having you wander into his room late at night, tugging sheepishly at your shirt, rubbing your legs together with blushy cheeks. Can you help me, big brother? That's the fucking dream, y'know?
"Then, you want to play too, right?" He cocks his head at you, clearly seeking an obvious answer; of which you give almost immediately with a quick head nod, shyly chewing on your bottom lip as he smiles down at you lovingly. You're so easy to manipulate, he thinks. Serving yourself up on a silver platter for his selfish desires. Dirty wants, lewd wishes. So pretty when you're being such a shy baby too, his shy little sister, on her back for him with your legs hiked up to allow him space between them. You're prettiest when you're unwittingly submitting to him, he thinks.
And it's nice to know that this was all your idea, right? Wasn't it? He could have swore...
Sighing deeply, he lets his cock drag down to your hole instinctively, tip catching on it slowly, showing you restraint only because he doesn't want to scare you off too much. If he had it his way, he'd have you folded in half already, turning you into some sort of squeaky toy from how many hiccups he'd like to fuck outta ya. But alas, he genuinely treasures you too— even if he has a funny way of showing it. Giving you a quick plain look once he's properly situated between your legs, an eyebrow raised at the way you immediately tense up under his gaze, but the glassy eyes and trembling lips that greet him back provide enough consent for him to just— push. Just a little, popping his tip into your tight little sister cunt for the first time ever and God, he— "Fuck me," He whispers to himself, voice all trembly and caught in his throat at the sheer tightness of your cunt, jealousy burrowing deeper in his tummy at the way he can finally feel that your boyfriend hasn't been fucking you right; so not only have you been messing around with someone unworthy behind his back, but the guy hasn't even been taking care of you properly? Dummy, big brother was here the whole time— He'll just have to fuck you well enough to force you into requiring his dirty touch instead, yeah? Get you away from your pathetic play thing and back into big brothers loving arms and twitching cock, leaking precum to collect at your hole, can you feel the way it gushes out around his cock as he pushes further in? Unable to keep holding back for you, driven to claim you as his own by the way your face scrunches up cutely as he makes you feel the burn of every. Single. Inch.
"Tight cunt, shit—" He heaves above you, not missing the way you mewl and whine pitifully for him, struggling to accept the stretch his fat cock offers you, but doing so well, doing your best to impress big brother, aren't you? "Shh, it's okay. Gonna look after you, like always, yeah?" He hushes your feeble sounds, little baby babbles that only make his cock harder, to be honest. "Jus' gotta trust big brother, all y'gotta do is sit there and look pretty— easy."
And though he's doing his best to reassure you, pushing his hips all the way until they rest against your ass, balls deep in the one hole he's supposed to avoid, he can't help but to shiver himself at the amount of hedonistic pleasure that comes with taking you like this. Under false pretence, soothing his own self indulgent jealousy by way of letting his precum stain your insides sticky, his eyes rolling to the back of his head at the way your cunt is so warm and soft for him, walls squirming around his fat cock so nicely, like your body just knows how much better he can treat you as compared to your boyfriend.
Pinned under him, at the mercy of his restraint, he gives you a barely audible "Gonna move now, kay?" through gritted teeth. Doesn't even wait for your response before moving, far too lost in the reality of dragging his hips back, only to push them back gently inside of his baby sister, into your little cunt, gasping loudly at the way she squelches for him, fuckin' soaked for big brother, yeah? Pretty body is just begging for him to look after you, sucking his cock off so well already— better than anything he's ever experienced before; which is why you're his little sister, right? It makes sense, he thinks, settling into a comfortable enough pace to have you gripping at his arms for grounding, his eyes glued to your pretty tits as they bounce with every easy thrust of his hips; nice and easy, for now. You're his sister, so you're made perfect for him, yeah? Cock slotting inside of your cute cunt so easily, wrapped around him so tightly that it's almost a little winding if he's honest. But that's a good thing, huffing above you with furrowed brows at the subtle sounds he rocks out of you, every thrust intent on winning you over, back where you belong— on the end of his cock. A squirming, moaning, little sister mess for him to fully enjoy in the privacy of the empty house.
Which is disgusting, right? How much he yearns for you, deciding himself who you belong to, simply because he can. Gross how every single thrust of his pervert cock into your squishy little cunt is purposeful, precise as he picks up the pace as soon as you're settled, stroking himself off as if you were his favourite onahole, dirtying your insides like it was a practiced routine, a natural conclusion to his relationship with you. And you look so cute taking your big brothers cock, you can't expect him to resist those soft sounds, right? Coaxing him into fucking you harder with the pretty pout you give him, convincing him to grip one hand at your waist to help bounce you back down his cock with tandem movements, a sly smirk tugging on his lips at the increased volume of your moans, breaking out into breathless laughter above you when you arch your back into his touch.
"Feelin' good?" He slurs for you, balls slapping against your ass with the quicker pace he humps you into, wet skin on skin echoing in his room to match the sweet suck of your cunt, gushing slick around the base of his cock every time he bullies his way to the hilt. Tiny fucking cunt, making him feel so good, shivering into you with every heavy fuck forward, trembling with you every time he drags your cunt back down his length. He'll fuck you into his shape if it's the last thing he ever does, completely and utterly in love with how good you make him feel, and you aren't even doing any of the work. "C'mon, tell big brother how it feels— fuck, got s'tight baby," He breaks out into a genuine smile, immediately clocking on to the fact that you're getting off to hearing his voice, like a fucking degenerate. Just like him, yeah? Two peas in a filthy, perverted, cock dribbling, cunt squirming, sibling fucking pod. "Better than your boyfriend, right? S'okay, y'can be— shit, please be honest with me—" He can't help but to want to hear you stroke his ego, pounding you into his bed sheets like it was any other normal weekend. The springs in his bed squeaking under his fast fucks, you should be thankful that he's pinning you in place, effectively locked you in under him as he ruts against you unfairly, hand on your hip as your legs cling to has waist for dear life.
And it's difficult to hear you through the babbled moans he fucks out of you, high pitched sobs of enjoyment for his cock to twitch at, cute little cunt clenching around him every time he tugs you down his girth. And then when he buries himself aaaall the way inside, tip kissing against your sweet spot almost on purpose as if to make the act of talking itself difficult for you, your words get cut off with a pretty silent gasp. He can't help himself, you're just too cute when you're acting so helpless for him. "It's— Seb—! Better, promise— so good." You eventually choke out, interrupted by sweet hiccups and sniffles, doing so well not only by taking his cock, but by calming his unjust jealousy with such simple words. Because he fucking believes you when you say it too, how can he not? The bright blush you wear on your cheeks, eyes squeezed tightly shut as your back arches so prettily for him, voice all strained and interrupted by whines and sighs with every little jerk of his cock deep inside of you. He knew he could fuck you better, because big brothers are always right, remember?
"Bigger too, yeah? Fuckin' you so deep, feel that?" He urges you, hand on your tummy to apply the smallest amount of pressure, but it's enough to have you fucking sobbing on his cock. Little cunt gripping him so tightly that he can barely move for a second or two, in awe of how pretty you look when creaming his cock for the first time ever as your hole starts to convulse around the base of it, and he's caught unaware. Like a deer in headlights, his eyes wide open and blown black with lust, trying to imprint in his mind the cute face of bliss you wear when jerking his cock off with your orgasm for use later tonight, he's never felt so honestly good before; it's so fucking unfair.
He'd liked to have fucked you for longer, fold you in half like he's always wanted to. But as he's quickly following suit, triggered by your intense wave of pleasure, his own orgasm takes hold of him and he's gripping your waist with both hands so harshly. Digging his nails into your soft skin, bucking sloppily, messy little sounds reaching his ears as you writhe and whine for him, your name falling from his lips in a soft sigh of sheer desperation. Still yet fucking you full as he shoots his big brother cum into your tiny cunt, wincing at the way his load seeps out around his cock to stain his sheets all sticky; just like your insides.
And he doesn't stop fucking you, only slows down. Even when he's done and fully milked, he continues to rut into you, trying to prolong how good he feels in a vain effort to quell the bubbling jealousy in his heart.
Because even now, after he's fucked you thoroughly, promised you that he'd take care of you, he can't help but to indulge a little further. You've yet to answer his question, so like a good big brother, he reminds you of it while you catch your breath.
"Bigger too, right?" He laughs without pause, head hanging low to try and collecting himself after exerting so much energy into making you cum on his cock, trying to reconcile with how fucking pretty you looked just moments ago, and how he just knows (big brother intuition) that you've ruined him for anyone else now. "Should jus' start using me instead—" He heaves, cringing as he inevitably has to pull out of your warm little cunt and some of his seed spills down your ass with him. But fuck if it isn't the prettiest thing he's ever seen either, all sloppy with seed, so cute.
"Promise I'll always be there to help y'out always. Like a good big brother."
#sdv smut#stardew valley smut#sdv seb smut#sdv sebastian smut#stardew valley seb smut#stardew valley sebastian smut#sebby🐸
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godfather hawks with a sick reader, pls queen 💖💖💖
Yandere Godfather Hawks x sick Todoroki reader
Alright, so reader being sick is an opportunity that the Todoroki clan wouldn't miss because its one of the few times where they can coddle you unconditionally without you rebelling against them because you're too tired and weak to do so. Plus, they'd never let Hawks know that you're sick, no no, they don't need him meddling in and stealing away your attention (because you so very clearly prefer him over them).
So, it's gonna be one the very rare times when they've let Hawks to babysit you. It could be perhaps because Enji and Rei had to go to another country (Enji had to go for a mission, Rei left because she wanted to get some new clothes for you, but she doesn't trust the world to not hurt you), and Dabi's busy being villainy, Shotou is at his dorms preparing for exams, Natsuo has work at the hospital and Fuyumi had to go on a field trip with the school students, so you now have to be left in the care of your dear godfather Hawks for ten days.
You wee just as excited as Keigo for this week, because now you'll be able to do all the things your family, mostly Rei, wouldn't allow you to do. And the great thing is that Keigo was happy to let you do most of these things too. (Going to the carnival? Allowed! Going to the carnival with Katsuki? Denied!)
"Honey, I'm home!" Keigo yelled as he entered the Todoroki house, hoping to be greeted by you. But he didn't get a reply.
Worried, he kept on calling for you as he searched room after room until he finally found you in your bed, sleeping peacefully.
Keigo was about to jump on you, but decided against it when he saw how comfortable you looked with your cheek smushed against the pillow, making your lips pucker up like a fish.
He smiled. "So cute." He whispered, as he poked your cheek, brows immeadiately furrowing at how warm you were.
"Y/n?" He shook you gently. "Honey, wake up- there you go." You groaned, weakly opening your eyes. "Kei? When did you get here?"
"Just a few minutes ago. You're burning up, what happened? Are you okay?" He asked, sitting on your bed, brushing your hair away as he continued to rest his hand against your forehead.
You shrugged. "I don't know. I was fine last night." You yawned before sitting up, taking a huge breath in. "I'll get ready. Do you wanna eat breakfast here or out? Mom made sure to prepare some meals before leaving." You said, before getting off the bed only to get dizzy as you stumbled back a little, Keigo catching you and bringing you back to bed. "Woah! Where are you going?"
"Well, I didn't wanna go to KFC, out of respect to you but I guess-"
"No, you're not going anywhere. You're too sick."
You rolled your eyes. "Am not. It's just a cold. Now, let's go-"
"No." Keigo stated, crossing his arms across his chest. "You can barely move, you're too weak to stand your own weight, you're sick. And since I am in charge, I'm telling you that we're not going out."
You glared at him for a minute before getting under the blanket with a huff. "Way to sound like Rei." He heard you mumble.
You're comparing him to Rei? Keigo sighed. Kids say the most hurtful things when they're sick. Rei would've had you strapped to bed in a strait jacket-
"I'll get you some food and medicine." Keigo said, walking out of your room. "We can go out when you're better."
You did not get better. In fact, you became way worse than before. What was supposed to be a day or two of slight fever turned into a 6 days of you puking your guts out, coughing up like a tuberculosis patient while running a high fever.
"Ara ara-" Keigo said sympathetically as he held your hair back while you emptied your stomach out. "There we go, there we go. That's it, rinse your mouth now and then we can go back to bed." He led you back to bed, you shifting much of your weight on to him because you're too tired to be moving without getting dizzy.
"Alright, I'm gonna call a doctor."
"What for?" You weakly asked, letting Keigo put on a cold rag on your forehead.
"Well, clearly you're not getting any better with home remedies, so it's time to get some professional help-"
"No, I know its because I'm sick. I'm not stupid." You said, and Keigo liked that your sarcasm didn't go away with your health. "I meant, why call a doctor when you can call Natsuo. He does all my medical checkups anyways, he knows me better than any doctor."
Keigo stared at you before humming. "That is true. Okay, I'll call him." He said before leaving the room.
An hour later, Keigo returned with a doctor- not Natsuo, who diagnosed you with pneumonia. The doctor prescribed you with some highly potent antibiotics and gave Keigo some general measures to take to relieve your symptoms.
When he returned, you'd sat up in bed, resting against the headboard.
"Why didn't you call Natsuo?" You said, just before our coughing fit began. Keigo ran over and covered your mouth with a tissue, heart dropping as he saw specks of blood in it.
Pouring you a glass of water and giving you the new medicines, he replied. "I did call him, but he was busy so I called this guy." He sighed before sitting on the bed. "Did you talk to your dad today?" You nodded. "Was only able to get a few words in before mom took the phone from him. She said that she's missing me terribly."
"You didn't tell her about your health?"
You scoffed. "And what? Have her freak out about it and let her rush home so that she can smother me with her affection while going on a whole lecture about how it's all my fault because I didn't listen to her when I ate a burger from outside a year ago? No, thanks." Keigo snickered. "There is no use worrying her, not when I have you to be my nurse." You groaned as you rubbed your legs.
"They still ache?" He asked, concerned. You nodded. "Dad or Sho would warm up their hands and I'd use it as a warm compress on my muscles."
"Well, we don't need them. Scoot over, pooch. Let your beloved godfather show you his magic." Keigo said before moving away your hands and replacing them with his own. He began massaging your legs with just the right amount of pressure, and it helped the ache. Perhaps it was because of the medicine or maybe it was actually because of Keigo's hands, but you fell asleep soon, and Keigo continued to massage your muscles for another hour or so, only leaving to make you dinner, not feeling guilty for lying to you about calling Natsuo.
He didn't need him meddling in with his time with you.
-
"It looks like I'm the only who's eating all of this." Keigo grumbled, eating more of the food that Rei had cooked and froze for you. He only had to defrost it and it was ready. As much as Keigo would've liked to eat takeout or something with you, he can't risk you getting any sicker. So, mom's food it is.
You shrugged before putting more food on his plate. "You should eat more. Mom will check and if she finds out that I skipped meals because I was busy vomiting, she'll just- combust. So, eat up." Keigo caught your wrist and playfully glared at you. "Then perhaps you should eat more instead of dumping it all in my plate. God knows you've puked half your weight." He exaggerated as he gave you more servings, ignoring you whining about not being able to eat more.
"I just wish we could go out and have some fun. This is- ugh I just hate being sick!" You grumbled. Keigo nodded. "The timing is unfortunate." Actually, the timing was perfect. If you ever got sick in front of Rei, no less than with something like pneumonia, oh boy, you'd never see the light of day again because the outside is no longer safe for you. "But we can have fun at home too."
"Yeah? Like what?"
-
"I have literally never ever been happier before!" You squealed as you scored at the machine again. While you took an afternoon nap, Keigo took the liberty of surprising you with an arcade machine- specifically, the Pac Man one.
Then for dinner, he had hired a magician, a circus, and a mariachi band, and they all performed one by one in your massive garden, all for you and Keigo, so it like a super cool birthday party but only you and Keigo as the attendees.
Not only that, but the next day, he had set up a whole projector and comfy seats to make a "movie theater at home" kind of situation, and with all the movies that Rei thought were too gorey or scary or violent for you to see (they were not, she just won't allow you to watch anything above PG 12). He also had a chef fly in from Italy, all just to make you some very authentic pizzas with your favourite toppings.
As the week came to an end, your health got better and Keigo gave you one last surprise.
"Oh my god." You couldn't believe your eyes. This- this is literally what dreams are made of.
Keigo chuckled, ruffling your hair. "I know it's something special that you only do with Enji, but I thought that since you've been such a nice patient, I should give you a parting gift."
By parting gift, Keigo meant the ice cream van he had hired and parked outside your house. He knew you and Enji had those cute "father-daughter" ice cream dates, so he brought one. Hopefully, Enji won't take this as Keigi trying to replace him as a father.
"Enjoy-" you cut him with a bug hug.
"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" You screamed, and Keigo kissed your forehead. "YOU'RE THE BEST FATHER EVER!" You wanted to say "godfather", but you accidentally said "father" instead.
"Y/n?" Uh oh.
Enji stood there, along with Rei, although Rei looked like she was gonna enjoy the roast chicken that her husband was about to cook.
"Enji- Endeavour! This- this is not what it looks like!" Keigo tried to explain, but Enji was already storming towards him. His thunderous steps, the rage in his eyes, all were proof of Keigo about to die.
"Daaaad! I just accidentally said "father"! You're the best father-" but you were cut off by Rei hugging you to her chest, effectively muffling any words you had to save Keigo.
"Aww, I missed you baby!" Rei smiled, eyes twinkling in anticipation as she prayed hard that today was the day that bird was out for her life forever.
"Endeavour-!" Keigo barely managed to escape the fireball that Enji threw his way, instantly going in the air and flying away.
"I'll see you later, Y/n!" Keigo said as he flew away.
"Okay-"
"No, you won't." Enji and Rei said simultaneously, with Enji joining in on the hug, petting your hair as he asked if you were okay, quickly pulling your hand down that was waving at Keigo.
It's been a while since I wrote for Todoroki clan or godfather hawks🤧🤧🤧
#yandere hawks#yandere hawks x reader#yandere godfather hawks#yandere keigo takami#yandere keigo#yandere keigo x reader#yandere bnha#bnha headcanons#yandere mha#bnha imagines#yandere todoroki clan#yandere endeavor#yandere todoroki family#todoroki family#rei todoroki#yandere rei todoroki#yandere rei#yandere todoroki
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Fuck it Friday 🌻
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so i kinda got this idea. it's more than likely going to the backburner for a while (i have got to finish the stuff i already started) anyway, i came across this post that was adorable af (some screenshots below)
brain said 'huh. what if a young Eddie wants to take young Evan on a date? and then gets shamed for it. because of course he does. and then Eddie has to work through all his crap as an adult so he can then ask Buck on a date?' so i'm dumping what i have under the cut. mwah!
Eddie sits on the end of his parent’s bed, kicking his bare feet in time with a song only he can hear. He can’t remember the name, only the basic rhythm that his music teacher, Ms. Hughes, taught them.
Tap Tap Thump! Tap Tap Thump!
The wooden footboard is starting to bother his heels, turning them a faint red, but he continues tap-thumping along, not ready to stop just yet. It keeps him busy while his mama gets ready for a night out with Papa.
“What do you think, Eddito?” She asks, meeting his gaze in her vanity mirror.
She holds up two different earrings. One is tiny, barely visible between her fingers except for the way it sparkles in the light. The other is bigger, in a sort of loop shape with a jade stone at the bottom that matches her green dress. He thinks she looks pretty with both of them, but he remembers his dad boasting about the tiny one being a real diamond. Eddie’s not sure what that means. It seems important though if the way Papa looked was any indication.
Papa was so proud when he gave them to her after his last business trip, practically beaming. Mama wasn’t quite as pleased. Not like she was when Eddie and Sophia gave her the jade pair for Christmas. Maybe she was just tired that day? She usually is when Papa goes away for work.
“The sparkly ones,” he tells her confidently. If Papa knows Eddie helped choose them for tonight, maybe it’ll help him earn some extra time for catch tomorrow.
Eddie’s been extra helpful this week, helping Mama look after Sophia, setting the table, and dusting around the house before his dad came back from Houston. Hopefully Mama will mention that, too. He might only be nine but he’s getting bigger all the time (Abuela tells him so) and can do a lot more things than his little sister.
“Thank you, mijo.” She tucks her long hair behind her ears so she can put the earrings in.
He rearranges himself on the bed so he’s on his belly with elbows bent, chin resting on his open palms. His feet automatically restart their rhythmic drumming.
Mama picks a lipstick and carefully swipes the brilliant red across her lips. She pinches them together a few times before she’s satisfied, swapping the small tube for a square container and something that looks like a funny, fluffy paint brush. He watches her swirl the brush and lift it to her cheeks, tinting them a dusky pink.
“Where are you and Papa going?”
“Out for dinner at a nice restaurant. Maybe some dancing.”
“Why?” He asks, not particularly sure why he suddenly wants to know. Tia Pepa is babysitting tonight, which means a bowl of ice cream neither of them will ever admit to while they watch telenovelas.
“He’s been traveling and it’s a nice way to celebrate when he comes home.”
“Because, Edmundo.” Papa glides through the doorway, like he was waiting for the perfect moment, stopping to stand behind Mama. “You’ll figure this out when you’re older, but date nights are key to keeping everyone happy. Especially your mother.”
He tilts her chin up, leaning down for a kiss. Gross.
“Ramon,” she scolds. “Now I have to fix my lipstick.”
Papa sighs playfully. He turns to Eddie, shrugging as if to ask what are you going to do?
“So a date is just going out to a fancy restaurant? For no reason?” Eddie muses aloud. The whole thing sounds a little boring and undeserving of a special title.
“It can be,” Mama says. “Or it can be some other activity. People go out just because and for meaningful days, too, like an anniversary or birthday. As long as you’re with someone special, it can be whatever you decide.”
Oh. Well that changes things.
“Like laser tag and pizza?”
“Sure,” Papa answers with a chuckle while he digs through a dresser drawer.
An idea begins to form in his brain. His best friend in the whole world, Evan, is moving at the end of the summer, just weeks away. Evan and his sister, Maddie, have lived next door as long as he can remember. He and Eddie do everything together. Other than his family, there’s nobody more special than Evan.
#this is unedited etc#like literally a brain dump#it's probably gonna change#fuck it friday#hippo writes#fic: praying to god one day you'll be mine#buddie wip#i hate the diaz parents so much#but it's so fun to take things out on them y'know?
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Adventures in Babysitting
Chapter Two: Finding Home
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A/n: Sorry this took so long, I'm going to try and update this every week or so. This part is heavily based off of season one, episode four. However, I tried to change it up a bit. The next chapter will likely focus more on some Tatooine shenanigans
Word Count: 4624
Pairing: (Eventual) Din Djarin x Mandalorian!Reader
Warnings: Canon levels of violence but it's very tame, lil bit o' angst I actually read this over once before posting it but I cannot promise that it doesn't have awful grammar
Summary: Reader is the Armorer's daughter and is also a foundling. She and Din have known each other for a long time but he was never quite able to break his shell. When the Mandalorians help Din escape with the child she is ordered to go to his ship to help him care for the thing.
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“Where are we going?” The question was simple enough, but Din didn’t have the answer, not one that he knew would satisfy you. “Somewhere quiet.” Was all he said, he heard you mutter something about a plan but ignored it. You were tired of being cramped in the small space the Razor Crest provided. Sure, you had room to stretch your legs but that didn’t mean that the expanse of stars wasn’t getting boring. The kid seemed antsy too, babbling away in your lap as he held onto his silver ball. “I know Lil’ Bug, we’ll be somewhere soon.” You cooed down at the small child before taking him in your arms and leaving the cockpit, no doubt to make one of your many laps around the ship. Although Din supposed it was less making laps and more pacing in the ship’s hull.
He sighed when the door closed behind him, his head resting on the back of the chair. When he took this whole save the kid mission on, he never expected he’d have much company. But now, here you were, always right around the corner. You gave him his space and he was grateful for that but even he was beginning to want for an open expanse of nothingness just so he could be alone for a moment. He heard the door to his bunk slide open and a clink of a helmet before it shut again. The two of you had come to an agreement the first day you’d been on board. You’d take turns using his bunk to sleep, the other would know not to disturb you as you’d leave your helmet outside the door. If you were taking a nap, then that meant you’d managed to get the child to settle down and sleep too. Meaning, he’d have a moment of peace and quiet all to himself. He didn’t mind your company; it was nice to have a second set of hands to deal with the kid, but damn if he didn’t miss the quiet.
He hadn’t realized that he ended up dozing off himself until he heard you scolding the child for trying to crawl into his lap. “He’s sleeping.” You whispered at the small creature as you scooped him into your arms. “You can bug him later.” His eyes slipped open just in time to see you cradle the child in your arms and put him back in his seat, much to his protest. “I know little Bug, but we gotta be patient. Mando probably knows what he’s doing.” You glanced to the armor-clad man a slight teasing tone to your voice. He stirred a bit before letting himself fully wake up, stretching out a bit in the chair. “Morning.” You hummed as you watched his arms stretch over his head. “The kid is hungry and we’re starting to run out of rations.” “We’re almost there.” The Mandalorian sighed as he took the Razor Crest out of hyperdrive.
You ended up going back down to the storage area of the ship, doing your best to scavenge up some sort of snack for the kid. He had quite an appetite and sooner or later you were sure he’d eat you both out of house and home. That and he was much less likely to pester Din if his hands were full of food. The lights went out in the hull, and you frowned slightly before they flickered back on. A moment later the ship was rattling under your feet, almost knocking you over before settling once more. You heard Mando call your name from the cockpit and chuckled lightly to yourself before heading back up to the others. “I leave you alone for one second and you’re already getting yourself in trouble Bug.” You playfully scolded the child before taking him from Din and holding him in your lap as a blue-green planet came into view. You breathed a sigh of relief. “Should be far enough out that we’ll be safe. We can make the place home while we figure out what exactly we’re going to do with the kid.” He spoke to you before looking down at the kid. “You ready to lay low and stretch your legs for a couple of months you little womp rat?” Din spoke to the child, causing a soft chuckle to barely escape the modulator of your helm.
Not long after the ship was landing, you almost ran out of the thing before the doors opened, eager to get some fresh air in your system. The Mandalorian stayed behind for a moment before joining you outside “Stay close,” Mando hummed as you began to wander a bit. “The kid should stay in the ship, we’ll come back for him when we have lodging set up.” “It looks like there’s a small town up ahead, should have a cantina or something.” You spoke, turning back to him. “We can get the kid something to eat and maybe take something with us for later.” You suggested. Din just nodded and joined you in your search for food. Despite his earlier instructions, it wasn’t long before the little guy had appeared by his side. That led to you carrying the child once he started getting tired. Din watched as you seemed to make conversation with the kid. He would babble something, and you would respond with a series of I knows, makes sense to me, or you’re rights. He almost thought you understood him for a moment. Of course, you had no idea what the kid was trying to say but that didn’t stop you from trying to make him feel welcome and comfortable.
The three of you reached the small tavern in the town and ordered some stew from the kid, figuring you’d both eat later in the privacy of the Razor Crest. Din sat across from you, scanning the place before you saw him tense. “Stay here, watch the kid.” He ordered before getting up from the table and leaving. You frowned slightly and did what you were told, at least for the moment. You watched as the green child’s eyes followed Mando, letting out a sad coo. “Wait for your food and then we can go make sure he’s not doing anything stupid.” You spoke to him. True to your word, as soon as the kid had a bowl of soup in his hands you both were headed out the door and around the side where you heard a fight. The child walked in front of you, and you followed behind “Careful Little Bug.” You called after him, not too worried about his safety as you saw Din fighting someone who looked to be from the New Republic. They both paused and looked to the child before looking up at you. “Are you two done?” Din could hear the tinge of disapproval in your voice and pushed himself up, picking up the kid and moving back to the tavern, only this time the woman joined you.
The four of you all sat at a small table, you were far more focused on making sure the little one actually ate his food than the conversation at hand. Even when the two of you were younger Din had always been the one far more focused on the safety and practicality of the situation and planning for the safety of his and other’s futures. You, on the other hand, preferred to live in the moment and figure the rest out later. You only tuned back in when the woman, Cara, let you know that you’d have to move on. “Well I guess this planet is taken” Mando sighed as he looked between you and the kid. “You say that like we both haven’t spent most of our lives in hiding and like this is a small dinky planet where she be able to see us on the other side of it.” You grumbled, more so just wanting a couple more moments of not being trapped on his ship. “There isn’t anything on the other side of the planet.” Din countered and you sighed. “We’ll stay the night here, on the ship. We can pack up in the morning. There's other planets with no outposts and little business going on.” You simply nodded in response, once the kid had finished his food you ordered a couple of bowls to go and some cured meat before the three of you made your way back to the ship.
You spent the rest of the daylight outside of the Razor Crest, watching the kid wander around the area, laughing at how focused he was on Din. If you ever felt that you’d lost the little guy you could usually find him at Din’s feet, curiously watching whatever he was doing. “Go rest.” You spoke after a while. “I know you’re going to be up all night making sure everything is in order. I’ll watch the kid while you sleep.” You assured him, your gloved hand resting on his shoulder briefly. You almost thought you felt him tense under you slightly, but it was hard to tell with the beskar in the way “You have my word.” “I know I do,” Din muttered and you almost swore you heard a smile in his voice. “Don’t go too far.” You shook your head lightly “I won’t, but just so we’re clear, even if I did, we’d be fine.” You assured him. He didn’t react, just moved to stand up and make his way onto the ship to get some well-deserved sleep. As he rested you and the child played outside, making sure you were both quiet enough that nothing would disturb the Mandalorian.
When the sun started to set Din rejoined you and you gathered some of the bone broth from earlier. It wouldn’t be hot anymore, but it was still something of substance. You took him inside to eat and left a bowl of the broth and some of the cured meat for Din, hoping he’d actually eat the stuff once he was in private. You, however, didn’t eat until after the child had fallen asleep, sequestering yourself to the privacy of the small cabin area so you could take off your helmet without having to worry about anyone seeing you. Not long after you fell asleep yourself.
You were awoken a couple hours later by a soft knock on the door to the cabin “We got company” Din warned you. You waited till you heard the footsteps and voices leaving the ship before quickly slipping your helmet back over your head. You crawled out of the cabin, greeted by two men you hadn’t seen before. “We’re going to be working a job for them, clearing out some raiders.” The Mandalorian explained before handing you a box of supplies. You took them and followed him out of the ship, setting the box with the others. After a few more trips you secured the child into the vehicle you’d be using for passage and started off on your journey. But not before making a pit stop to pick up a familiar face. You waited with the child as Din convinced Cara to join the rest of you, once again keeping to yourself as they talked about the job that lay ahead of you. As they talked you laid back with the child on your stomach, pointing out constellations in the sky above you before you heard him begin to snore softly. The rest of you dozed off as well, waking up the next morning when the cart came to a stop.
You rolled your neck as you sat up, carefully placing the child next to you as you did so. You smiled to yourself at the sight of children running around, all of them interested in your small friend. You made sure to watch the child as Mando unloaded your supplies into a nearby hut. Once you were sure the child was safe you let yourself steal glances in his direction, catching him pull a blaster on one of the children that began to enter the hut. That’s one way to make an impression you thought to yourself before you slowly made your way closer to them. You kept your distance, listening closely to the conversation Din was having with the woman who was kind enough to set up a home for the three of you. As she and her child left the hut you joined Din, helping him set a few things up so you’d have an easy night. There were plans that needed to be discussed, rules that likely needed to be put in place, but for the moment you were just happy to be out of the ship and in a mostly safe place. You weren’t really concerned about the raiders; you knew Din had dealt with worse and you had the training to keep yourself and the others safe as well. With the added help of Cara, you doubted it would be much of a job. “Nice place.” You hummed as you moved about the small hut, trying to make some form of conversation with your bunkmate. Din nodded in agreement, passing you a sheet so you’d be able to section off part of the space from prying eyes. You both knew how curious children could be and doubted they understood the importance of your creed. You climbed onto a couple of boxes and made to pin the cloth where you could reach, feeling Din’s eyes on you the whole time. “You gonna stare or do you want to help?” You teased him as you stretched the cloth as far as it would go, able to section off a corner of the room where you’d be able to sleep safely knowing no one could see you. Din joined you at your side, helping to pin the fabric to the wall. His fingers brushed over yours for a moment and you tried to ignore the shiver that ran down your spine. You were here on a mission from your mother and you, and Din were just friends, you reminded yourself. Nothing more, nothing less. You sighed and ducked under the cloth, observing your handiwork from the other side “Should be good enough.” You spoke once more as you looked up at him. “If you don’t mind, I’m going to explore our surroundings a bit. Get an idea of what exactly we’re dealing with when it comes to our perimeter.” “I’ll be out in a minute with Cara to join you,” Din commented as he watched you walk out the door.
“We’re screwed.” Were the first words out of your mouth when Cara and Din joined you after their little town hall. “There's no way we manage to get everyone ready by the time those raiders come back.” You sighed as you looked between the two of them. “You heard them, they’re not leaving.” Din breathed “Better to do what we can than nothing at all. We did have a deal after all and-“ “And we can’t go back on our word.” You finished for him “This is the way.” He added “This is the way.” You replied, leaning against the walls of the hut you were gathered in “So what now?” “We get them ready.” Cara shrugged before leaving the two of you alone.
You spent the next weeks training the civilians of the town. Din and Cara focusing on fighting and shooting while you did your best to piece together some form of armor for them. You sat outside the hut you shared with Din, hammering some grommets into a piece of leather as you watched him at the makeshift shooting range. You couldn’t help the twinge of jealousy that began to brew in your chest as you saw him getting closer to Omara. You couldn’t blame him; she was beautiful and had a sharp eye. She picked up on the skills she needed easily, and you could tell she was a strong leader. The child babbled at you from your side, and you let out a breath. “What was that Bug?” You asked as you turned to look at the kid who held up a hammer towards you. You smiled under your helm and passed him a piece of scrap leather and some grommets so he could “help.” “You make a great assistant Little One.” You hummed as you got back to work, trying to push the thoughts of Din out of your head.
You were fitting the townspeople as the sun started to get lower in the sky. You’d manage to make enough chest pieces for everyone. It wasn’t your best work, but it was clear you’d put in the effort to do your best with what you had. You had a few more people to get ready before you’d start work on barricading one of the huts so the kids would stay safe during the battle. You were to stay back while Din and Cara went to make the first move. You’d be able to provide any structure they may need should Cara and Din get into trouble in the woods, or if the plan didn’t run as smoothly as you hoped it would. You were making your way back to Din, needing to fit only Omara, when you spotted the two of them at the entrance to your hut. You paused and watched them for a moment before Cara snuck up by your side. “You know you’re lucky you have a helmet covering your face.” She spoke up, causing you to jump slightly. “Can’t imagine you have the best poker face when you’re pretty much staring at him all the time.” “How do you know I’m not blinking?” You quipped back, you knew she was right, and she knew you knew, so there was no real reason to hide your feelings. “I can just tell.” She shot back before nudging you forward. “C’mon, someone’s gotta break up their little moment. We don’t have time for it, not yet anyway.” You rolled your eyes under your helm and joined her as she walked up to the two, letting them know it was time to go.
While Cara and Din made their way to the camp, you and Omara made sure everyone was in their proper positions. You stayed on the opposite side as her, the both of you able to keep an eye on the hut that housed the children should they need your help. You were hoping this would be easy, the mech would fall like it was supposed to and you, Din, and Cara could easily clear out the rest of the raiders with the help of the townspeople. Of course, things could never be easy for you. You heard Din and Cara making their way back to the barricades, giving your fellow Mandalorian a small nod that he returned. And then you waited with bated breath. You saw the glow of the eyes through the tree line, followed by thunderous crashes of the trees and the mech feet. You held your position as it crept closer and closer to the trap, and then it stopped. “Kriff” You muttered under your breath as you watched the mech scan the surroundings. As soon as its light flashed over the area you ducked behind the barricade, pulling down the people next to you. The hut behind you exploded with a blast from the AT-ST and you did your best to ignore the ringing in your ears as you and everyone else opened fire on it and the raiders that started to appear below its feet. “We need a change of plan!” You called over to Din and Cara “Working on it!” Cara yelled back. Seconds later you watched as she ran onto the battlefield before ducking into one of the pools of water. Din covered her and you made easy work of taking down as many of the raiders as you could from your spot before you realized this was going to get a tad hairy. You holstered your blaster, grabbing your vibroblade before charging in with the townspeople. You watched as one of them was knocked to the ground by a raider, slashing at him while he was busy gloating over his feeble victory. You knew you had a better chance of surviving a hit from one of them than anyone else that was out there so you had no problem putting yourself in harms way if it meant keeping as many of them alive as you could. While you were in the middle of grabbing another bandit you heard a large crash behind you. You quickly grabbed your blaster out of its spot and shot the raider before turning to look at the sight before you. The AT-ST had been taken down and the raiders took that as their sign to leave. You rolled your neck and shook the tension from your body as the field cleared. Most everyone had made it out and the village would be safe, at least for a while. You knew they at least had the skills to defend themselves now.
Din watched as you helped the villagers work, making sure everything was cleaned up. He took note of the way you always stole glances at the kid. It was peaceful here, the child was happy, and you seemed comfortable, he wouldn’t mind living like this. Omara brought a drink out to Cara, offering the same to him but he refused. “So, what happens if you do take that thing off?” Cara asked as she sipped her drink “Do they hunt you down or something?” “No, you just can’t ever put it back on again,” Din explained. “That’s it?” She looked unimpressed. “You’re telling me you can slip off that helmet, settle down with that beautiful widow, and raise your kid here sipping spotchka?” Din knew she didn’t understand fully what she was implying, but he had to admit it wasn’t a half bad idea. But then there was his creed, the kid, you. He knew he’d have to leave the planet after the commotion they’d made. He knew word would spread and people would come looking around. He could leave the kid behind; he’d be safe here. You’d give him hell for it, but it wasn’t like you couldn’t visit. He just knew that he couldn’t give the little guy the life he deserved and the safety that this planet could provide if he was traveling and taking on bounties again. You could stay if you wanted but he was sure you’d like to go home too, get back to your work and finish your training as a smith.
As he told this to Cara his eyes found you, you’d just finished something up and turned, meeting his gaze. You offered him a small wave and he acknowledged it with a nod. There was something about you that he always found intriguing, it’s why you’d gotten along as kids. You two seemed to bring balance to each other. In training he was always the one that had a plan while you’d just rush in, impatient to get things over with. You had the skills to be a great fighter if you only had a little more patience, at least that’s the way things were years ago. He wasn’t so sure now. You’d grown up, he had too, but seeing you in action the other day reminded him of your sparring sessions as children. You were always chastised for being reckless and he’d always get a comment about needing to act faster. Both of your mentors knew you could learn a thing or two from the other and so you’d often train together. It led to a sort of bond between the two of you that made for an easy friendship. For a moment you two were joined at the hip. When you’d each turned sixteen it was almost expected that he would take you to be his riduur, but life had other plans. You were both on your own paths at that point, you could be found in the forge most of the time and he was out fighting with his mentor. When he’d lost him, Din wasn’t really sure he wanted to be close to someone again and so he distanced himself from you. You tried to break through the walls he'd put up but he refused to let you in, he refused to lose someone he cared about again. And so, he convinced himself he didn’t care, that you two had grown apart. “You should probably make your plans known.” Cara’s voice pulled Din from his thoughts, and he nodded, eventually making his way out to Omara.
You had ended up joining the children at their request, they were attempting to catch frogs and other creatures from the pool of water, and they thought you might be able to help. It had been a long while since you’d allowed yourself that kind of luxury, but you were safe here, with no obligation to any sense of duty for the first time since you were found by the Mandalorians. You laughed along with them as a frog slipped from your grasp. Some of the kids ran after it while the others tried to coax the kid into catching one again. He looked to you as if asking for permission and you nodded. “Show ‘em whatcha got Little Bug.” You smiled, watching as Din made his way out into the fields. Your heart froze in its chest, a pit settling in your stomach as you watched Omara’s hands meet the side of his helmet, moving it upwards. Time seemed to move in slow motion, and you felt jealousy boil in your blood. You’d always thought he would be yours; you knew you had no right to claim him as your own, especially after how long it had been since the two of you had been close, but that didn’t stop the ache in your heart. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding as his hands gripped her wrists, stopping her. If you two were to travel together you’d have to learn to push your old feelings aside. Your mother had always told you to be patient with Din, that he’d come around he just needed time and space. You’d given him that for the last 20 years and nothing seemed to change if anything he talked to you less. You’d gotten used to the fact that he hadn’t returned your feelings but seeing him with someone else almost made you feel like there was something wrong with you. Like you’d done something you didn’t know about that made him upset and that was why he had distanced himself from you.
The bang of a gunshot pulled you from your trance, your body instantly jumping into action as you grabbed the child and ushered the children around you into the nearest building. You left the kid with Winta, knowing she’d keep an eye on him as you moved out of the hut and began to round up the other children and get them to safety. Omara took over your place and you made your way to the woods where Din had gone, your blaster at the ready. When you spotted Din and Cara you lowered your weapon. “We have to go, they know he’s here,” Din spoke before moving past you and back to the village. You clenched your jaw, upset that you were losing your peace and the child was losing his safety. After taking a moment you followed the two of them back and began to pack up.
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Habits ~ VV
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A/N: First fic published, so I'm sorry for bad grammar and bad descriptions. Also, a fluff of dancing with Ville. Should listen to 'The first time ever I saw your face' by Elvis. ♡
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You watched the clock tick with every minute and every second, waiting for your fiancé to come home. You missed him desperately as he was overseas, touring with his band for months. You slouched on the couch, trying to keep your eyes open for when Ville walks through that door.
15 minutes turned into 30, then 30 minutes becoming now an hour. Your eyes were half lidded as each minute passed, fighting your sleep. Slowly, you drifted to sleep with the TV still playing and the lights on in the house.
You woke up at about 4 am to the lock on the door turning and jittering. You immediately straighten up and look at the door, hoping Ville was the one walking through that door.
“Sweetheart?”, he whispers with an unlit cigarette between his lips before he opens the door to peak into your shared apartment. He smiles when his eyes stares at yours. You get up and run towards Ville, making Ville stumble into the door. You rush to hug him to smell his scent and feel his warm body. He tiptoes towards the kitchen, still holding onto your hug, to place down a bottle of wine.
“I missed you too, darling.”, he wraps his arms around your body and sighs in relief to see the love of his life and to be home. He pets the side of your hair and kisses the top of your head. “You look so tired and so gorgeous. Did you sleep at all?”, he asks as he leans back to see your purple eye bags form under your eyes despite the biggest smile being plastered on your face. He takes his cigarette out his mouth for a moment to truly smile at you.
“I fell asleep waiting for you. I’m fine, I promise.”, you caress his cheek before placing a kiss on it. You lean back slightly before Ville pulls you into a kiss showing how much he truly missed you. His lips craved your soft kisses and pecks, his heart ached for your love and kisses while on the road.
“I would’ve just slipped into bed with you and surprise you in the morning if I would’ve known you’d stay up this late.”, he smiles before kissing you again, longing for the taste of your lips. He smiles in between kissing before you’re both giggling.
“If you did that, I’d have a heart attack for sure.”, you laugh as you still hugs him, your head resting on his chest. He puts his cigarette back in his mouth before lighting it from the lighter in his pocket. He takes a drag before blowing it away from your general direction.
“You’re starting to look and become like me, it’s a bad habit.”, he raises an eyebrow as he looks down at you rubbing your cheek on his coat. “Do you want to go to bed or have a glass of this fancy and elegant wine I bought for you.”, he smirks. He pats your back before breaking the hug and embrace.
“Oh, my sleeping habits are bad but here you are asking me to drink at 4 am.”, you smirk at him before you gets two glasses for them out the cabinet. Ville goes ahead and opens the wine, spilling a little wine on his finger. He takes out his cigarette, putting it in a nearby ashtray to burn on its own and proceeds to lick it off. You swore you froze looking at him in his oblivious seductive actions.
“It’s a drinking problem, not a habit. Just like your staring is a problem, not a habit.”, he laughs as he pours the wine into your glass first and then his. Your eyes revert to the glasses he’s pouring. “Yet you got glasses for us. You’re not helping my problem.”, he chuckles as he closes the bottle of wine .
“You don’t help my sleeping habits, Mister.”, you sighed as you held up your wine glass , his glass following. You clink glasses with him and take a sip with him. The wine was slightly bubbly and went down smooth with a hint of a strawberry taste.
You start to babysit the glass of wine as Ville continues to have more glasses. With every glass, he becomes more romantic and tender loving. He’d sneak in “I love you” in every conversation and stare at you with loving eyes every once in a while. He’d take short drags from his cigarette just to keep talking to you as much as he could. He was just really glad he was home with you again.
Next thing you know the bottle is half empty, Ville mostly drinking it as if it were water. You put the bottle away before he drinks the rest of “your” gift. You take his glass away from him, giving him a scolding yet playful look.
He sat on the couch, tapping his cigarette ash into an ashtray on an end table. The smell of cigarettes fill the apartment as you clean the wine glasses, you look up at Ville, seeing him look out the window for a moment.
“You know, you can come relax with me. I can take care of that in the morning.”, his voice was commanding sounding as he turned to look at you. He looked you up and down, before looking at your eyes with the slightest curve of his lip.
“Just like you take care of cleaning up after your collections.”, you cock an eyebrow towards him. He frowns and shrugs. You turn around to continue after proving your point, a proud sigh leaving your lips.
Ville saw you in the kitchen putting dishes away again and decides to put on a CD on the CD player. He fumbles with the buttons until the right song came on. You turn to him in an instant as the drums play and you raise an eyebrow, “Ville…?”. Ville sways slowly in the living room with a cheesy grin on his face. You slowly think he might've drunk too much.
You hear Elvis playing, as if that would surprise you. He has a collection of Elvis novelties and CDs. He’d play them so much you would know which album was on by one song. He smiles at you as he comes close to you. “Dance with me.”, he asks with a whisper. His hands gesturing for you to come over and dance.
“Ville, don’t you think it’s too late for a dance?”, you look at a nearby clock then turn to him. He shakes his head and stands behind you before wrapping his arms around your waist. He rests his head on your shoulder just before he whispers. His big hands resting on your hips, caressing them and your sides.
“Its never too late. I always want to dance with you.”, he places a quick kiss on her neck before swaying to the song again. You blush at his romantic gestures and sway slightly with him. You weren't a big fan of Elvis unlike Ville, making you awkwardly dance, trying to get a feel for the song.
“Come on, sweetheart. I know you have more rhythm than that. You’re a better dancer than I.”, he chuckled softly before kissing the side of your forehead.
You laugh softly, thinking of how stiff you might look right now. “I’m trying, Ville.”, you mutter from your lips as you quickly up the pace and sync with Ville’s movements. The hip motions from both of you made you melt.
There’s a few seconds of him humming next to your ear, the vibration of his hums send shivers down your spine. Her heartbeat felt slow against your body and his signature cigarette smell engulf your senses.
“The first time ever I saw your face.”, he whispers in your ear as you both sway to the song, his grip tightens around your waist. Your cheeks heated up with every swing of your hips against his. His singing voice is slow and low as if he was trying to be Elvis himself.
“I don’t take you as a dancer.”, she smirks before he twirls her around to face him. He places one of his long fingers on your lips to shush you as you both dance. His longing gaze for you lingers as he quietly spoke, “I’m a jack of all trades. Just dance with me.”
“I thought the sun rose in your eyes”, he sang into you ear as his finger and hand fell back to your waist. The lyrics made you blush, especially with how Ville sings it. His crooked lips slant to sing the lyrics before turning into a bashful smile.
He takes one hand off your waist and holds your hand as you both now begin to waltz together. The dancing is now brought to the living room as the music and his singing fills your ears.
He continues to sing to you in a romantic yet silly manner. He definitely was an entertainer by the way he kept you up with this. His hand on your waist slides down you body almost resting on your ass. You give a sarcastic scolding expression before he moves his hand to your hip.
“The first time ever I kissed your mouth.”, he sang before giving a cocky grin. You cringe at his smile but more so on the lyrics. Why didn’t Elvis use the words lips instead. It felt like Ville could read your mind, following up your reaction with, “Don’t judge the legend.”
The song continued to play as you both laughed and giggled. “I felt the Earth move in my hand.”, he followed up. He looked deeply into your eyes before he went in for a kiss. It was passionate and slow. Painfully slow. He wanted to savor the taste of wine and smoothness of your lips.
“God, you’re so beautiful, I could just marry you on the spot. I won’t ever leave again, I promise.”, he said in a whiny tone as the alcohol messed with him. You smiled at him and shook your head. He really must be tipsy, he barely speaks to you so openly about his feelings like this.
You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him in tight, his arms wrapping around your waist. You dance with him as he continues to sing in your ear. The night was full of singing, dancing, and kissing the living room. It felt like when you both first started dating each other. You took in this moment because he won’t believe it in the morning.
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Super Robot Rollcall: Members of the Londo Bell
Bright Noah
"I'm sorry, but i'll be putting your lives on the line."
Source Material: Mobile Suit Gundam: Char’s Counterattack
Age: 32
Height: 180 cm
Hobby: Model Kits
Voice Actor: Hirotaka Suzuoki
War vet among war vets, Bright is just plain old tired. Thrust into a commanding role right out of military academy due to the death of the entire chain of command above him, then mistreated by an authoritarian government, only to then have to fight a reborn version of his very first opposing faction while babysitting an entire ship of teenagers, Bright’s career has been seemingly nothing but a recipe for a nervous breakdown. Despite it all, he’s always managed to keep things together just enough to command authority and inspire confidence in all of those who serve under him, even if he’s had his fair share of low points.
When it comes to raw stats, Bright is the best captain in the game. On top of that, he has a top-grade lineup of support-oriented Spirit Commands.
However, he has two big weaknesses. He doesn’t learn Focus (集中) nor Strike (必中, guarantees this unit’s next attack will not miss), which for a battleship captain means it’s gonna be very difficult for him to hit anything, and he spends long swathes of the game unavailable. Depending on your choices during route splits, you can have as little time with him as 12 total chapters of use (out of 37 chapters in the game!!).
Despite this, he DOES stay with us all the way to the end, and as a battleship captain, is going to be deployed whenever he’s around, whether we like it or not. And with that performance, we very much do like it.
Fun Fact: According to the December 1979 issue of Animage, Bright’s name is derived from “the Brightness of Noah’s ark”.
Ra Cailum
Source Material: Mobile Suit Gundam: Char’s Counterattack
Length: 487 meters
The culmination of Earth Federation battleship design, this is the Londo Bell’s own flagship. Nearly as much of a SRW veteran as Bright and Amuro themselves.
An absolute beast of a battleship. Tied for best allied battleship armor (though the battleship it’s tied with does have an edge over the Ra Cailum thanks to its barrier) in the game, Incredible firepower, 4 part slots, and a very powerful MAP attack thanks to its signature nuclear warheads. Sadly, Bright's Spirit Command learnset just isn’t quite equipped for this ship’s offensive output, so you could say it isn’t used to its fullest potential. If you really want Bright getting some kills, consider dedicating some of its parts slots to accuracy-boosting items.
Fun Fact: This style of ship (as a group, referred to as Ra Cailum-class battleships) would go on to see frontline usage as far as six decades after its first initial deployments. The culmination of Federation battleship design indeed!
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Amuro Ray
"I'm not impatient like you! I can wait for humanity to learn and grow!"
Source Material: Mobile Suit Gundam: Char’s Counterattack
Birthday: November 4th
Age: 29
Height: 172 cm
Education Level: Middle school graduate
Favorite Food: Hamburgers
Voice Actor: Tooru Furuya
The Federation’s infamous White Devil. If Bright is tired and stressed, Amuro is tired and depressed.
Alongside Bright and the entire makeshift crew of the White Base, he was thrust into active warfare in the middle of one of humanity’s bloodiest wars, but unlike Bright, he was one of the crew members who was originally nothing but a civilian. Feared due to the abilities he displayed during the war, after it he was essentially kept under house arrest and strict vigilance by the authoritarian regime of the Titans. Once they were finally toppled, Amuro's next foe would be one of his oldest and most personal enemies, Char Aznable.
Alongside Bright, Amuro is something of a SRW hall of famer. There’s very few SRW games he’s not present in. Alongside Ryoma from Getter Robo and Koji from Mazinger Z, he forms the core trio of SRW protagonists, who in recent games tend to be characterized as old war buddies.
He’s just as much of a beast as his reputation would have you believe. He is top notch in every stat besides Melee and Defense, neither of which he particularly needs anyway. His already exorbitant Accuracy and Evasion are further compounded by his high Newtype level; by default he arrives with the skill at level 6, meaning that he has a permanent 25% hit/dodge modifier. This is nearly equivalent to him always having Focus (集中) active. If that somehow wasn’t enough, he comes with a stacked spirit command list right out of the gate, and will very soon learn an incredibly powerful skill in Zeal (覚醒, grants this unit an extra move).
If i had to find fault any with him, it’d be that Mercy (てかげん, if this unit’s next attack would shoot down an enemy, it will survive with 10 HP instead. Only procs if the user’s Skill stat is higher than the enemy’s) is basically a wasted Spirit slot, as this game doesn’t really have any particularly difficult missions requiring you to keep an enemy target alive, but if you ever need to feed someone kills for one reason or another, you can rest assured that Amuro’s enormous Skill stat will always make Mercy proc.
Fun Fact: During early phases of planning for 0079, Amuro was called Higashi Hongo.
Re-GZ
Source Material: Mobile Suit Gundam: Char’s Counterattack
Model Number: RGZ-91
Height: 20.5 meters
Power Source: Nuclear Fusion Reactor
Real World Designers: Mamoru Nagano, Yoshinori Sayama
The Re-GZ (pronounced “Re-Gazee”), short for “Refined Gundam Zeta”, is a proof-of-concept Mobile Suit intended to simplify the famous Zeta Gundam from the Gryps Conflict for mass-production. Its complex transforming frame has been replaced with the much simpler solution of the Back Weapon System, a fancy marketing term for “what if instead of a transforming MS, we made a partsforming MS”. Though this succeeded in creating a Mobile Suit cheaper to produce than the Zeta, it’s just as unintuitive to pilot, was prone to running into issues due to the slapdash nature of the BWS, and was still fairly expensive in its own right. As a result, it never saw proper mass-production and instead became a machine for aces who could handle its eccentricities.
True to its lore, the Re-GZ is underwhelming. Average at best in most regards, and dips further into below average after armor purging.
The BWS-less Re-GZ IS equipped with the full UC loadout of gun, sword, and shield, so it has better survivability than you’d think, and getting shot down in BWS form will simply armor purge into this form, so you could argue that above all else, this machine prioritizes survivability. Still, even within that niche, there’s other robots later down the line that will completely invalidate it.
Fun Fact: Though only in a cutscene, in Super Robot Wars MX, this unit joins the rank of the distinguished few machines to be piloted by a character from an entirely different show, in this case a supporting character from Nadesico.
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Kayra Su
"Don't worry about me!"
Source Material: Mobile Suit Gundam: Char’s Counterattack
Voice Actress: Shinobu Adachi
Second in skill only to Amuro himself, Kayra is one of the Londo Bell’s top aces. She’s also in a relationship with Astonaige, the resident mechanic. Despite how it might look, it’s implied she’s the older one in the relationship!
I have a soft spot for her, even though she doesn’t do much. I just think she’s neat!
Kayra is the single Oldtype pilot we get from the Universal Century in this game, and boy she does not do much of anything to make up for that unfortunate distinction.
Her stats are all fairly low save for a higher than usual Defense stat for a MS pilot (emphasis on the "for a MS pilot"), and her Spirit learnset is more fit for a Super pilot. Her only two upsides on that front are learning Valor (熱血) and Enable (再動) early, both of which are pretty good to have.
She does have one distinction, however; she is capable of acquiring the single highest level of the Blocking skill to be acquired by any allied unit in this entire game, at a whopping level 6. The Blocking skill is something I'll have to cover in a more indepth way once it comes up, but rest assured that this is actually rather impressive. There’s only three other characters in the game that even come close to this feat, and of those three, only two will be with you to the end of the game, and one of those two is a secret pilot! Sadly, there's little practical use for this other than making her slightly better at survival than you'd think at first glance. No Potential (底力) dashes her hopes of being some strange UC equivalent of a Super Robot pilot, and even "designated Support Defense punching bag" is too lofty of an ambition for her, thanks to her Support Defense skill capping out at level 2.
It's no great loss, but she won't be with us to the end of the game.
Fun Fact: In a possible reference to SDF Macross, Astonaige once promised to cook her his signature salad before a battle in Char’s Counterattack.
Jegan
Source Material: Mobile Suit Gundam: Char's Counterattack
Model Number: RGM-89
Height: 20.4 meters
Power Source: Nuclear Fusion Reactor
Real World Designer: Yutaka Izubuchi
The standard mass-produced Federation mobile suit circa the mid-UC 90s and beyond, and the successor to the iconic GM series of mass-produced mobile suits. Of the Federation's mass-produced MSs, this is probably the one with the most appearances in SRW.
SRW R’s Jegan is unfortunate. There are so many issues with it i struggle to even see where to begin. There's Supers with better Mobility and Reals with better Armor.
Its only good points to speak of are having the UC standard loadout of sword, shield and gun, having 4 parts slots, and having a 5-range post-movement attack… but its base damage is so low, and its upgrades cost so high for so little return, that you couldn’t possibly see that last one as a selling point unless you’ve already made up your mind that you want to use this robot. To rub salt in the wound, it’s got a glacial default movement range of 5 tiles, meaning that in practice, its post-movement 5-range missiles are hardly an advantage.
Depending on the way you look at it, keeping this thing until the end of the game kind of constitutes a secret? I know the Jegan has some diehard fans out there, so if you are one, you'd better make your presence known soon so i can know not to lock myself out of it. And be aware that keeping the Jegan until the end also means picking it over the Thaqnz Zx-VVV (rot13).
Fun Fact: A rarity for mobile suits, the Jegan does not have a “front skirt”, e.g. the little mechanical flaps that usually cover the mobile suit’s “thighs”. This was apparently done to reduce the workload of drawing a bunch of Jegans onscreen during the movie.
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The Nymph's melody
Chapter 1, Starting over in new horizons
Warnings: None
Kelly's POV
Oh Arceus, I'm dead... I FINALLY finished unpacking almost everything, I decided to focus only on what was important and essential and putting almost everything in its place in the new house...
Yeah... A new house for a new life... Wow... I know everything that happened and how busy it has been in the last few weeks since they recruited me and I signed the new contract making everything official after a meeting with no one less than Chairman Rose himself, but sometimes I can't help but feel unreal that I'm living a new phase of my dream...
There were lows as having to say goodbye to many loved ones in Unova and I already miss my brothers and sister even though they were understanding and supported me with my decision.
Even Malcolm, the last guy I dated, supported me in accepting the offer, but we knew that our relationship wouldn't work out in terms of long distance, so even though it was painful, the best solution was to break up... but I just wish him the best from now on. Far as I can remenber, he was an arcanine sweetheart as a boyfriend...
And now in a few days I stopped being just me...
Now I'm not just Kelly Goncalves, a talented Pokémon trainer as many people I've met say about me and who had started my career as a singer and professional Pokémon trainer almost a year ago.
And now I'm Kelly Goncalves, a Pokémon trainer now recognized worldwide as well as the pop idol, singer and under the epithet “Battle Nymph” who has just moved from Nimbasa City in Unova to Motostoke in Galar.
I became a much bigger global phenomenon than before and in such a short time and just before turning nineteen a great contract opportunity appeared when the label I had a contract with was going bankrupt and the new proposal was from one of the biggest business conglomerates in the world: Macro Cosmos.
Yes, even now I still can't believe that I was noticed by them and even though I had a considerable number of followers on some of my socials even before I came to be known as Battle Nymph because of my PokéTube channel where I recorded vlogs and song covers.
During my journey I realized more and more what I wanted... Being a Pokémon trainer's cool and I really love Pokémon and battling, but... What I really wanted was to make a living from music while having fun with my Pokémon, which made me create my unique battling style...
Through music I use the full potential of one of the gifts I was born with... I was born as an empath who can feel the emotions of Pokémon, but also communicate with them as they were humans...
I sing to express my feelings during battles and my Pokémon correspond, the first attempts were disastrous... But my brothers and sister helped me perfect and here is the result...
I'm exhausted because the last few days have been long and stressful, sitting on the floor thinking about the last few days that's when I felt something resting on my shoulder and a long white fur against my skin and the blur of something blue and pale yellow come into my vision peripheral. The warm sensation against my skin made me sigh with the feeling of comfort when I noticed that he came out of his poké ball...
He was a samurott, more precisely my great partner since I set out on my journey at the age of ten... My beloved buddy, Seiji...
- Thanks for worrying Seiji, I'm fine. Just tired, after all the last few days were more stressful than babysitting a Dodrio who didn't get its favorite treat in the last few days. – I murmured, snuggling even more against my partner.
No joke, in addition to organizing our move from one region to another, I had meetings with Chairman Rose to settle the contract and with his recommendations to buy a house... Even though the old label with whom I had my first contract went bankrupt and was purchased by Macro Cosmos who wanted to renew my contract, I already had a considerable fortune to buy a mansion with a huge yard for the Pokémon that would live with me and my mother. When I say huge, there is even an area with a Pokémon battlefield that will be great for training and preparing strategies.
I also wanted to give my grandparents a house in the city, but they preferred a more peaceful and calm environment in the countryside than in the big city, so I bought a ranch where they set up their artisanal Pokéball business and it is quite profitable.
Not that we sickly care about money and even with the technology to mass manufacture Pokéballs, a handmade Pokéball made from apricorns is still very popular even with the youngest. Both grand'da and grand'ma have green thumbs for business and when some people from Turffield found out that a Pokéball craftsman had moved moved nearby the locals went crazy with the big news, within a few days there were already several orders for full sets of apricorn pokéballs.
Not to mention grandma who caused this by giving half a set of handmade Pokéballs as a gift to be a “symbol of good neighborliness” as soon as they moved to the ranch and gave the said half sets to the owners of neighboring properties and guess what? The eldest son of the neighboring family is the Turffield gym leader, and that would strategically make sure grand'da's craftsmanship reached other gym leaders.
Her cunning is frightening like her ghost type friends, ironically she is a trainer who specializes in ghost type Pokémon. But the ranch isn't just for the family business, it's also where all of our Pokémon can roam freely without needing to spend much time inside their Poké Balls.
I'm not a big fan of leaving my Pokémon in their Poké Balls for too long... Most likely because I'm kind of a “mother hen” type of trainer... Come on! Don't judge me!
I let out another sigh before settling down more as I hug Seiji and let out a yawn feeling sleepy, his presence has always brought me peace and comfort.
- “For Arceus’ sake, Kelly! You better not fall asleep on me, go take a shower and then go sleep in BED!” – I heard Seiji retort and scold me – “Don’t make me call Nina, your mother is already asleep, and we don’t need to wake her up just to scold you”.
Kelly: Okay, fine...! I'm going... – I muttered, yawning before looking for clothes to change into after the shower.
Seiji: “Take a shower because I know you’ll end up sleeping in the bathtub.” - he commented.
Kelly: And I can't even argue with that. – I agreed, because as exhausted as I am I would actually fall asleep in the bathtub.
I went straight to the bathroom after getting a change of clothes and honestly it was heavenly, I really needed it and after a few minutes I finished my shower by putting on my pajamas which were just a pair of gray sweatpants with a loose light blue blouse and a design of a Scalchop.
I come out of the bathroom and my entire main team and backup team are there waiting for me. My room itself is big, but practically all my furniture follows the Johtonian style and I prefer to sleep either on futons or low beds so I can sleep with my Pokémon because... I hardly fall asleep without hugging one of them. .. Don't blame me if the feeling is so comforting and I no longer have my favorite plush since I was in kindergarten.
I went under the covers of my custom futon bed with a mattress under a low wooden base being very close to the floor and I had Seiji settling down next to me and I immediately hugged my partner, closing my eyes hoping to fall asleep and finally enter the world. of dreams, but not before something very important.
Kelly: Good night everyone, night Charlie. – I say good night to my partner besides my team and to rotom on my phone.
Seiji: “Night, Kelly.” – I hear my partner saying good night to me.
- “Good night, Kelly.” – I smile listening to the unison chorus of my Pokémon.
- “*PZZZT* Night Kelly.” – Charlie replied.
Not long after, I was already falling asleep and surrendering to the world of dreams.
POV, Third person
The sun was already emerging with its rays tearing through the darkness with beautiful orange and gold lights announcing the arrival of a new day. These same lights subtly cross the curtains that danced with the morning breeze.
Everything was calm and silent before the sound of a pidove chirping madly causing some of those in the room to groan loudly in protest.
- “*PZZZT* It’s time to wake up and shine! Waky! Waky! Wake up and let’s rock this morning!” – Charlie, the rotom on Kelly's phone said energetically, managing to wake up toxicroak and haxorus who were still mumbling drowsily.
Little by little, all the Pokémon in the room woke up, still a little drowsy, very different from the Pokémon trainer who was falling asleep again.
Kelly: Charlie, just five or ten more minutes... – she murmured loudly.
- "Absolutely not! You have a long day ahead! Lots of commitments to keep and an agenda to keep for the next week! *PZZZT*” – replied the said Pokémon – “We still have to finish cleaning the house and in the afternoon there is a new meeting with Chairman Rose who wants to discuss details of your participation in the Gym challenge and other events to promote your career as a singer and pop idol!”
The only response was to receive a sleepy grunt as she shifted on the futon having no desire to get up.
- [Kelly, we know you're tired from all the traveling between regions, but I recommend that you get up and start your day.] – voices echoed inside her head and came from the Pokémon known as Deoxys.
- “Kelly... Starry’s right, besides, I doubt you want Lysandre to come and drag you through the house to the kitchen to have breakfast.” – commented toxicroak, known by the name “Lancelot”.
She grumbled before grunting an “ok” and sat up yawning, then got up rubbing her eyes to ease her sleep and wake her up at once. Putting on her wooper slippers she walked to the bathroom doing her daily routine: washing her face, taking a shower, washing her hair, combing her hair as well as styling it, cleaning routine and other skin care.
She dressed in a new change of clothes, putting on a loose tank top with the minimalist design of a mimikyu, black leggings before putting on dark gray socks to put on her wooper slippers again.
After almost half an hour to finish getting ready she left, her Pokémon had already gone ahead to help the trainer's mother and changing her clothes she left the room to go down the stairs. Arriving in the living area there were several boxes and some furniture floating from one side to the other as Starry helped organize things a bit and in the kitchen there was a spiritomb on the kitchen counter using psychic to cut ingredients and an elderly woman cooking and serving Pokémon food in bowls.
The older woman had white hair arranged in a beautiful bun and was wearing a white dress blouse with a long light-yellow skirt as well as simple pearl earrings and a pair of dark blue slippers with minimalist details that resembled a Honckrow.
She smiled when she saw the woman and went to her, hugging her affectionately, almost purring like a feline pokémon, melting when she felt the warm sensation of the body of the lady whose name is Isabel Goncalves, her beloved mother.
Kelly: Good morning mom. – she murmured affectionately, being hugged back by the woman.
- Good morning my dear. – the woman responded, hugging her affectionately and kissing the top of her head.
They hear a squeak and Kelly smiled at the spiritomb that had a mischievous smile as always but she knew it was actually an affectionate smile.
Kelly: Good morning to you too Lysandre. – she greeted the Pokémon who laughed in response.
Soon she started helping her mother set the table and put the pokemon food in the bowls while she said good morning to each pokemon and within a few minutes they were all enjoying the meal.
Fortunately, yesterday she managed to place an order for delivery of groceries such as food and cleaning and hygiene products for a week, at least that would make things easier until they adjust to the new life.
Kelly continued to eat while she reviewed the commitments she would have throughout the week and considered posting job advertisements for a maid, gardeners for the house and someone to help on the ranch, in addition to her commitments as a participant in the Gym challenge to promote her career as a singer and pop idol in Galar and further increasing her influence in regions other than Unova would cause her to be away from home longer than she would like.
But as they say, it's the bones of the job, she's already come this far to continue her dream and she's not the type to shy away from the challenge. Fortunately there was still a little more than three months until the opening ceremony of this year's season so for now she would only attend to her first commitments as a singer such as preparing and recording her new songs and her first album in Galar, charity events and special participation in the traditional Battle Gala ball.
After breakfast, Kelly washed the dishes before starting to help unpack the moving things, receiving help from a pangoro named Jack and Starry, but other Pokémon also helped. In a few hours the living room and kitchen were finally set.
At this point she knew that her mother's room was ready with the help of Gichin, her mother’s Sawk and Lisandre, only her room was still needing to be set up after unpacking everything was left. Her house was practically ready, only making her new life and a new beginning more evident.
Sighing she prayed to Arceus and the three legendary dragons of Unova to help her in whatever trial came her way, but she would not shy away from the challenge.
I do not own Pokémon or any element of the franchise, I only own any original characters and the plot of the story created for the sole purpose of entertainment among fans. Any type of reproduction or plagiarism of my content will not be tolerated in any way.
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Found you | Steve harrington x f!reader
Chapter one
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November 1983
-the vanishing of will byers-
"He's an asshole y/n don't even think about him" Liv said one arm wrapped around my shoulder the other holding Michele's hand. "I'm just saying he slept with me last year and now he doesn't even want to talk to me" I groaned "wait that's what you guys did that night you left?! I thought you guys just kissed!" Liv said. "Liv" i mumbled, I put my head down as we passed Nancy and Steve. "I'm sorry I'm sorry" she said. Steve looked over at us, making eye contact with me before quickly turning back towards his locker. "He's an asshole y/n, you should find someone who at least cares for you. Like my brother!" She giggled "Ew gross no" I said covering my face with my hand "come on he totally like you" she said "no he doesn't" I laughed "he's liked nancy wheeler since like the third grade" liv's eyes widened "you're sure?" she asked "yes! I'm pretty sure they're sleeping together too" I laughed "but she's dating st-"
"It didn't stop him for sleeping with me, so why would it stop her?" I said shrugging my shoulders. "But..but she's like the goody too-shoes of Hawkins you think she's sleeping with my brother?" She asked. "I babysit her little brother and sister Mike said he's always at their house" I said as we walked up to my class "welp this is my class" I said untangling myself from under liv's arm. "Yep we're continuing this conversation later though!" She shouted as she started walking down the hallway. "Totally!" I walked into the classroom and found my seat Michele following shortly behind me still half asleep. "You ok Mickey?" I asked as I sat in my seat "Yup I'm fine" she yawned as she leaned her head on my shoulder. This particular classrooms had tables all of the desks pushed together to make it kinda look like a kindergarten classroom. (I hated it it made me feel like they sent me back to like second grade) a few minutes after Michele and I arrived nancy and Steve arrived well just Steve. Steve failed this particular class last year so he had to take it again while nancy she was a year ahead taking eleventh grade instead of tenth grade English. Steve came up and sat across from me. "Hey" he mumbled "hey?" I replied quietly not trying to wake the now sleeping Michele. "I'm sorry" he said, my eyes widened before I giggled a bit "what for?" I asked cocking my head to the side a bit "for everything really, I'm an asshole." He sighed "you are" I laughed "friends?" He asked sticking his hand out to shake my hand "friends" I shook his hand. The bell rang waking Michele up. "Welcome back" I giggled as she sprung up in her seat. "Good morning class" Mrs.Girard said, some of the student replied with sad excuse of a 'good morning' it just sounded like a bunch of tired zombies trying to talk. "Ok, let's start class with attendance." Michele leaned her cheek against her arm slowly dozing off. Mrs. Girard then started to call out names each kid replying with 'here' or 'present.'
"Sidney Anderson?"
"Leo adams?"
'Tonya Allen?"
"Lea brown?"
"Bailey bell?"
Soon enough I just ended up zoning out, thinking about everything and anything. My vision became blurry as I focused less on my surroundings and more on my thoughts. My hearing also became a bit echoey if that's even a word. I wondered what my dad was doing right now? What everyone was thinking?
"Steve harrington?"
"Barbara holland?"
"Y/n hopper?"
I didn't hear my name being called I was too far into my thoughts to notice anything "y/n? Y/n? Are you ok?" Steve asked his voice a bit echoey but I could still tell who he was. "Y/n?" he snapped his fingers in front of my face waking me up from my daze. "Y/n" he pointed up towards the teacher, "oh shit" I muttered "I'm sorry" I mumbled the teacher glared at me before going on with roll. "Are you ok?" Steve asked "yeah I'm fine I've just done that since I was little sorry" I said quietly. I had done that since Sara died it was my way of dealing with all the stress of my parents fighting. When my parents should start their humongous fights I would just zone out go into my own little world until my dad came in and snapped me out of it. Now that I think about it he probably thought I was crazy I'd stare at one spot on the wall for hours while I was in my own little universe.
About thirty minutes into the double blocked class mrs. Girard called me out of class. "Mr Thompson wants to see you" she said "what why?" I asked "he just wants to talk to you y/n" she said before walking back into class. I sighed as I walked slowly down to the councilors office. It was probably because my grades were dropping they always did when they came around Sara's death date. I pushed open the door to see a way to eager mr. Thompson sitting at his desk. He has messy blonde hair and green eyes, he was on the younger side causing most of the girls to drool over him. "Hi y/n, how are you?" He asked "good I guess" I mumbled as I sat down in one of the two chairs in front of his desk. "Good, y/n your grades are dropping quit a bit, is everything okay ar home?" He asked I nodded. "Good, okay your teachers are complaining about you zoning out during class. Are you sure your ok?" He asked I shrugged my shoulders. "It's getting around the time my little sister died I guess it just shakes up my whole family" i muttered "yes okay, is you're mom and dad doing ok?" He asked "I haven't talked to my mom since I was twelve but dad he's fine" I replied as I fidgeted with my fingers. "Ok, do you have any friends y/n?" He asked I nodded "good" he replied as he wrote a few things down. "Can I go back to class or are you going to keep asking questions about my family?" I asked "yes of course you can go. Remember you can talk to me whenever you want!" He said. I sighed as I pushed open the door and almost sprinted towards my class. I knocked on the door a few times until the teacher opened the door. I walked back over to my table as practically fell back into my seat. "Woah what was that about?" Michele asked as I groaned "I'm just tired of everyone asking if I'm ok" I mumbled. The thing I liked about Michele is that she didn't ask if I was alright she didn't really care much about my family life at all. It probably wasn't healthy for my to not have at least one person who cared about my feelings but at least I didn't have it have one of those awkward moments where you cry I a friend or family member when they ask you if your alright. "Hey y/n mrs. Girard assigned this project do you wanna work with me?" Steve asked I shrugged my shoulders and said "sure" his eyes lit up "cool, okay do you want to meet somewhere tonight?" Steve asked "I've gotta babysit Nancy's siblings tonight" I sighed "we can meet at her place nance won't mind" he said "okay sure" I said.
My dad had dropped me off at the wheelers. The sun was already setting as I walked up to the wheelers front door. I had a bag slung around my shoulder filled with crayons and coloring books for holly. Normally when I babysat for the wheelers I was also babysitting for the Hendersons, Sinclair's, and the byers since will, Dustin, and Lucas always hung out at the wheelers.
The wheelers house has always been the hotspot for any of the wheeler childrens friends, even when I was in the second grade and best friends with Nancy everyone in our little friend group always gathered at Nancy's. I rang the doorbell and Ted wheeler opened the door. "Hi y/n how are you?" He asked in his rather monotoned voice "good. you?" I asked "as good as I can be" he said as he waved to my dad signaling so he can drive off. I walked past Ted and into the kitchen where Karen was tending to holly.
"Hi Karen" I said as I placed my bag onto the counter and grabbed a coloring book and some crayons. "Thank god you're here" Karen sighed "Mike and the boys are downstairs, mikes bedtime is nine thirty and eight twenty you know that don't let them manipulated you into letting them stay later. Nancy is upstairs I think she has a guy that might be coming over later I don't really know" she sighed as she grabbed her purse.
"Is it ok if I have someone come over? I've got a English project I've gotta do" I asked "yes of course" she said as she practically sprinted out of the house with Ted following behind her. I glanced up at the clock sat on the wall it was only about six o'clock. I sat down next to holly at the dinning room table. "Hi hol how are you?" I asked "good" she said quietly holly was always a rather shy kid she was only three though so she had so much more time to break out of her shell.
I placed them in front of her and she smiled up at me before quickly opened the book and began to color. I normally didn't bother mike or Nancy. Mike was alway doing some dnd shit and Nancy I just didn't ever feel like talking to her.
The door bell snapped me from the coloring page I was coloring. I sighed as I got up and walked over to the door. I opened it to see Steve with a poster in hand and a bag full of art supplies. "Hey" Steve said as I let him in. "Hi" I replied as we walked over to the kitchen table. "So the project is on a book we read so which one should we do?" Steve asked as he sat at the table next to holly. "Um how bout the one we read at the beginning of the year?" I asked his eyebrows furrowed as he tried to figure out what book I was talking about "yeah...um..yeah that one was good" he stammered "you didn't read it didn't you" I laughed. He nodded as he buried his head in his hands. "I'll tell you what it's about" I laughed.
"You're a life saver y/n" he mumbled as he placed his hand on my thigh "Steve" I pushed his hand off of my thigh. I still had a crush on Steve I don't think I'd ever be able to get over the crush I had on Steve, but I didn't want to go through the heart break I went through last year. "Yeah sorry, sorry" he muttered.
"Steve?"
Steve and I both turned around to see Nancy with Liam standing a little bit behind her. "What are you doing here dude?" Liam asked as he walked up to Steve and gave him a high five "y/n, and I had a project we had to do." Steve said. Nancy quickly walked over to the fridge and grabbed a water "yeah ok Um Liam and I are going to be upstairs" she said. Her and Liam quickly walked back upstairs. "She's cheating on you" I blurted out, my eyes widened I didn't mean to say that. I was going to lose my new friend not even a full day of being friends with him. "Y/n" he sighed "I know I'm overstepping but she is" I replied. "I know she is I'm just in love with her I can't leave her" he said. I grabbed his hand "I'm sorry" "it's okay it's fine y/n I had it coming" he sighed as I leaned my head against his shoulder.
After about an hour of working on the project it was around holly's bedtime. She was already dozing off in her seat. "I've gotta get her to bed I'll be back" I said as I scooted the chair back and standing up. I walked over to holly and picked her up. her cheek was smushed into my shoulder as I walked up the stairs. I passed by Nancy's room, her door was slightly ajar just enough that I could see in. Inside I saw Liam on top of Nancy making out. Honestly no one would've expect her to cheat on Steve. Everyone expected Steve to cheat on her (he did several times)! I quickly walked past and into hollys room. I laid her down on her bed and tucked her in before quietly walked back downstairs. I sat back down next to Steve. "You saw something didn't you?" He asked I hesitantly nodded "god dammit" he groaned as he buried his head in his hands. "I can't leave her, I'm to in love god" he sighed. I wasn't really good at consoling people I was normally the one getting consoled so I should've picked something up. "Hey Um it's okay steve" I said resting my hand on his shoulder. "It's not okay y/n! Stop saying it's fucking okay!" He shouted. I flinched back a bit from the loudness of his voice. I hated yelling so much it always scared the shit out of me it was like I just time traveled back to when I was twelve sitting in my room listening to my parents scream at each other. "shit sorry, I didn't mean to yell" he said softly grabbing my hand I quickly snapped my hand away "did I scare you I'm sorry" he said softly as he grabbed my hand again gently. "I'm sorry, let's just get back to the project" I mumbled tugging my hand away from his grip. "I'm really sorry I didn't mean to yell at you. It's just I'm so fucking pissed right now" he sighed, "it's okay Steve it's not your fault" I said softly he smiled softly down at me "you're so nice to me y/n" he laughed.
It was nine twenty nine meaning it was time for mike to go to bed. It was always so hard to get all the boys to go home and then get mike to bed. "Mike!" I shouted no answer just a bunch of shouting coming from downstairs "mike!" I shouted again before opening the door down to the garage. "Mike!" I shouted placing my hand on my hip his head quickly snapped up he was on his hands and knees on the ground looking for something "y/n, we're in the middle of a campaign!" Mike sat up on his knees "you mean the end? Your mom said nine thirty you've gotta go to bed" I said.
"No! Oh my god! Freaking idiots!"
I walked back into the kitchen, Mike followed shortly behind me "y/n, wait just twenty more minutes?!" Steve asked. I shook my "mike it's a school night, and I'm not getting in trouble again" I said. Steve still sat at the table working on the project practically falling asleep. "You can finish next week end" I said "but that'll ruin the flow!" Mike shouted "micheal!" I turned towards him as I scrubbed a dish "I'm serious, y/n the campaign took two weeks to plan how was I supposed it was gonna take ten hours?" Mike asked "you've been playing for ten hours?" I asked my eyes widened. Mike opened his mouth to speak before turning back around.
Soon enough all the boys came upstairs. "Be careful guys!" I shouted as they all walked outside.
"Do you want this?" Dustin asked holding a box of pizza in front of him. Dustin Henderson, practically a brother to me. I've been babysitting him since I was able to babysit when i was twelve. He was only in the second grade when I met him. He was friends with Sara and somehow I ended up being his babysitter once I was finally able to. I was the one who gave them their cat mews when I found her outside our house. "Nope" I replied shaking my head. He was about to go upstairs when I warned him "don't go up there give it to Steve" I said pointing to a half asleep Steve. Dustin plopped the box down on the table snapping Steve out of his half asleep state. "What's this?" Steve asked yawning "pizza you want it?" Dustin asked "hell yeah" Steve said digging in.
Mike came back in, "goodnight, y/n" he sighed as he trudged up the stairs "night, Mike" I replied as I finished washing the dishes. I returned back to my seat at the table to see Steve still munching on a piece of pizza. "You can go home if you want mikes parents aren't gonna be home for awhile" i said. Steve shook his head "Nuh uh, I'm gonna drive you home" he said with a mouthful of pizza. "We never agreed on that" I laughed "yeah but you don't need to be walking home at this time" Steve said. I rolled my eyes playfully "I don't walk home, I walk to liv's house then she gives me a ride" Steve stands up, grabs the pizza box and walks over to the trash "we'll tonight I'm giving you a ride" he said as he dropped the pizza box into the trash. He walked back over to the table and slumped down into the chair. "You know we're practically done with project. Do you wanna watch a movie?" Steve asked I shrugged my shoulders "yeah sure" I replied. Steve and I both stood up, Steve followed me into the living room. We both sat down on the couch a good amount of distance between us just encase his girlfriend decided to come down. I grabbed the remote and flipped through the channel until I found a movie. "Is this okay?" I asked, Steve just nodded.
About and hour and a half later Karen and Ted arrived. "How were they?" Karen asked as she walked into the kitchen I followed her into the kitchen to clean Steve and i's stuff up. "they were good" i replied "good good" she sighed. "Okay we'll you're free to go" she said handing me a twenty. "Thanks I'll see you friday!" I replied as I walked back into the living room to wake up Steve. I tapped him a few times until his eyes blinked open "what?" He asked his voice groggy and deep. My heart practically stopped at how attractive I thought his voice was right now. "Uh...let's go" I said quietly Steve nodded "yup" he mumbled as he stood up and followed me out of the house.
Steve unlocked his doors and I hopped into the car. Steve placed the keys into the ignition and twisted it. The engine growled before the air and music turned on. "I'm sorry about Nancy. You don't deserve that" I said quietly "I do I really do" he sighed before pulling out of the wheelers driveway. "I'm just so in love with her you know. I don't know if I'm even going to be able to break up with her" he frowned. My heart broke just a little, I've always had this dream in the back of my mind that Steve would fall in love with me, but obviously that was never going to happen. I frowned as I leaned my head against the car door. "You ok?" Steve asked "yeah my head just hurts" I mumbled. "Oh" the rest of the ride was basically in silence the only thing heard was the faint sound of the radio.
Steve pulled up to the cabin. "I'll see you in English tomorrow" he said as I got out of the car "Mhm" I hummed as I slammed the door shut and started towards the cabin. I walked up the steps and unlocked the door to see my dad half asleep on the couch watching tv. "Hey dad" I said as I sat down next to him on the couch. "Hey hun" he muttered as he wrapped his arm around my shoulder pulling me closer to him. "I've got twenty bucks you wanna order a pizza?" I asked "save your money" he mumbled as he leaned his head against mine. "Dad have you eaten?" I asked he shook his head as he started to doze off. "Dad you need to eat" I said worry laced in my tone "I'm fine y/n I'll eat tomorrow let's sleep" he mumbled.
I woke up at around three am with a strange feeling of anxiety wash over me. We were still sitting on the couch, the tv was now off though. "Dad" I mumbled as I shook him awake. "Hm?" His eyes blinked open "can you call Joyce? Make sure will made it home?" I asked "what y/n it's three in the morning I'm not gonna go bother Joyce right now"
"And that's it for news center this morning, thanks for joining us. Let's hand off now to liz at the news desks. Alright thank you Donna. Turning now to local news, we're getting reports of surges and power outages all across the country"
My eyes opened my dad was still asleep. I rolled my eyes as He snored. I got up and walked to my room to see what time it was. I could hear the sounds of a dog barking which seemed a bit weird to me because we basically lived out in the woods. We moved here after mom left since she decided to sell the house it. It was a complete mess I remember when dad took me here for the first time, him and I cleaning the cabin while music played in the background. We moved here for a fresh start new house with no old memories in it. Sara's death broke my family, it truly did. Dad and mom fought all the time, about me, about Sara, sometimes it was even about stupid things.
It was around seven thirty so I decided to get ready. I heard the sound of the shower turn on so I assumed my dad had woken up. I quickly got dressed and did my hair before settling back on the couch to wait for my dad. About ten minutes after the shower turned on it turned off. I heard my dad groan as something fell on the floor. My dad came back out with his police uniform on. "Hey dad" I said as walked over to the kitchen counter. "Hi honey" he mumbled as he swollowed down his pill with a beer. "You ready?" He asked I nodded and stood up slinging my backpack over my shoulder. Dad grabbed his hat and placed it on his head before we walked out. "You babysitting tonight?" Dad asked I nodded "for the baker's" I replied "they just had a baby right?" Dad asked and I nodded again. "What time do you think you'll be back?" He asked "I dunno probably about eleven" I replied. Dad nodded and placed the keys into the ignition.
Dad pulled up to Hawkins high. I hopped out and waved goodbye to dad. I walked up to the front of the school and met up with Michele. "Hi mick!" I exclaimed "hey y/n how was babysitting?" She asked "good guess who I saw making out with Nancy though?!" I giggled "who?! Who?! Who!" She said a smile broke out on her face. Michele loved drama, no matter what even if I was about the teacher. "Liam! I told you they're hooking up" i said. "Shit really? I feel bad for Steve" she sighed. Liv and Liam both walked up. "Y/n, mick" he saluted to both of us. "Soooo..are we gonna talk about the elephant in the room?" I asked Liam's eyes filled with panic "what? What do you mean?" He lied "Liam I saw you with Nancy last night" I said "wait y/n don't tell Steve please he'll beat the shit out of me" I laughed awkwardly "well I um kinda already did" his eyes widened "y/n! What the hell!" He shouted. I took a deep breath as I stepped back at bit. "You're scaring her!" Liv hissed "no she needs to be told off for her bullshit! Why the fuck would you do that!" He shouted. Being yelled at is scary but being yelled at by a 200 pound football player is terrifying. "Do you understand you're going to get my ass kicked!" He got up in my face. My hands began to shake and tears began to well up in my eyes. "Liam you're scaring the shit out of her! Calm down!" Liv said trying to pull him away from me. "Hey what the fucks going on over here?" Steve asked Nancy standing just shortly behind him. "Are you okay y/n?" He asked I shook my head as tears threatening to spill. "Come on" Steve said grabbing my hand. "Are okay?" Steve asked as we began to walk away. Nancy stayed behind to talk to Liam. "No" I blinked back my tears. "Why was he yelling at you?" Steve asked I shook my head, and he took the hint I didn't want to talk about that. "Do you want me to walk you to our class?" Steve asked I nodded "yes please" I said quietly.
Steve was being sweet, I haven't seen him do that since the eighth grade. Steve was normally a douche bag, I had gone to the same school as him since I was seven so I should definitely know. In eighth grade Steve became friends with a bunch of the popular kids, by the time ninth grade came around he was a total asshole.
He grabbed my still shaking hand making me look up at him. He smiled softly down at me "I won't let him fuck with you" he said I smiled and nodded "thanks Steve" we walked into English, Michele was already sitting down at our table a worrier expression on her face. "Oh thank god! Y/n are you okay?" She asked as I sat down I nodded "yeah I'm fine" I mumbled "I'll beat his ass y/n I promise" she said making me giggle "don't, I'm fine I promise."
At lunch I noticed Jonathan byers wasn't there. Jonathan byers, he was practically my best friend he was the same age as me and his little brother was the same age as Sara. My dad had known Joyce since he was in high school so it was almost destined for his children and her children to become best friend. I made a mental note to call the byers when I got home and see if Jon was okay.
"Okay you need to tell me what the fuck is up with Steve, he's being so fucking nice to you!" Michele exclaimed, I rolled my eyes as I picked at my food. "He's not being nice to me" I laughed "yes he is, and he's still a huge asshole to everyone else so I want to know what the fuck did you do?" She said "I didn't do anything" I rolled my eyes as I popped a cherry tomato into my mouth "tell the truth did you suck his dick last night?" She whispered just loud enough so I could hear. My eyes widened and I pushed her shoulder "mick!" I giggled "what? I just wanted to know!" She laughed. Liv walked up sitting down "im so sorry about my brother y/n! Im gonna beat his ass when I get home" she said her face full of worry "I've been worried all day"she sighed "I'm fine Liv I promise" I said smiling. "Y/ns sucking Steve's dick!" Michele whispered to Liv "I am not!" I shouted "totally are no way he'd try and that up if it wasn't you who was getting yelled at" I scoffed "what do you mean?" I rolled my eyes and Liv began to explain "well if it was just any girl I think he'd start laughed but no he helped you why else would he do that if you're not giving him amazing fucking head" Liv giggled. I rolled my eyes again. I picked at the rather disgusting salad before I decided to open up the chocolate milk on my tray. "Your babysitting for the baker's tonight?" Michele asked as I took a sip from the milk. I nodded "aw I wanted to come over tonight" Michele sighed. "Tomorrow night?" I asked and Michele nodded.
When dad picked me up from school that day he looked pretty worried. "What's wrong dad?" I asked as I hopped into the car. "Will byers has gone missing" he sighed my eyes went wide. He couldn't have, I just saw him last night. God I knew I should've asked Steve to drive them home. "You saw him last night right?" Dad asked I nodded "did he seem normal?" He asked I nodded "you're going to find him right dad?" I asked "we're trying y/n" he sighed. "I don't think you need to go to the bakers tonight y/n" dad said. "Dad I'll be careful please, I need the money" I begged "I don't know y/n" he sighed.
"Hey!"
I jumped and looked over to the window to see Steve. "Hey" I smiled softly "are you okay after earlier?" Steve asked I nodded "what happened earlier?" Dad asked "Liam was yelling at me that's all" I mumbled "are you okay? I can sort this out if you want me to" I shook my head "it's fine dad, Steve sorted it out" I said. "I couldn't help but overhear you're conversation, chief I can go with y/n to the baker's make sure she's safe" Steve offered "if that's okay with you" dad said placing his hand on my knee. "Are you okay with that kiddo?" Dad asked and I nodded. "Well I'll see you at five?" Steve asked "Yup" I replied and he walked off. "Are you dating him now?" Dad asked "dad! No! He's dating nancy" I said my face turning red "so you like him?" Dad asked "dad!!" I groaned as I buried my face in my hands.
Five on the dot Steve harrington pulled up to my house in his bmw. He honked his horn a few times. "Bye dad!" I shouted as I ran out of the house and out towards Steve's car. My bag slung around my shoulder containing a walkie talkie (not as strong as the boy's had but it was close), and some toys for clay (their three year old). "Hey!" I exclaimed as I hopped into his car "hey pretty girl" he said a smile on his face. "Steve" I warned he sighed as he sat back in his seat "sorry" he mumbled. He pulled out onto the road and started towards the baker's house. "You can just leave if you want I don't need you to stay" I said quietly. He shook his head "Nuh uh I'm staying with you" I rolled my eye's, he was so stubborn "Steve you can just go and get drunk with your friends I know that's what you want to do" he shook his head again "I don't I wanna stay with you" he said "that kid just went missing I can't leave you by yourself" I shook my head and sighed sitting back in the seat.
We pulled up to the house, it was two stories, and painted red. You could tell they were well off just by looking at the exterior of the house. Steve and I both got out and walked up to the front door. I rang the door bell and just a few seconds later liane the kids mother answered the door. "Hey, god thanks you for coming on such short notice!" She said and then looked up at steve. "Harrington?" Steve nodded "god I haven't seen you since you were about this tall!" She exclaimed as the gestured to her knees. Steve laughed akwardly as he nodded "so are you two dating?" She asked I shook my head No as fast as I could "no, god, no. He's not even my type" lie it was a total lie, Steve was one hundred percent my type. She raised her eyebrows and nodded "hm okay you two can come inside" she said opening the door up wider so we could fit through. Steve and I both settled down on the couch while Mrs. baker went to grab the kids.
When she came back down she had about a two month old in her arms, and clay followed shortly behind her. The baby was dressed in a pink onesie with a pink bow clipped into the little amount of hair she had. "This is lily" Mrs. baker said quietly as she handed the baby to me. I craddled the baby in my arms my expression softening as I saw her tiny eyes open showing off her gorgeous green eyes. "Her bottle is in the fridge and you already know everything for clay" she said before leaving. Clay hopped up onto the couch next to me. "Hi y/n!" He exclaimed "hi bud how are you?" I asked "m'good!" He smiled up at me "how do you feel about being a big brother?" I asked. He shrugged a frown replacing the smile on his face. "You don't know?" I asked cocking my head to the side. "I dunno momma doesn't spend lots of time with me anymore" he sighed "I felt like that too when my little sister was born my dad and mom spent all their time with Sara, but I ended up loving being a big sister i actually kinda miss it" I said ruffling his hair. It wasn't a lie at all everyone knows I miss being a big sister more than anything, I missed everything about it. That's why I spend a lot of time with 'the party' and babysitting it kinda fills that void. "Once she gets bigger you're gonna love it i promise" I said softly and he nodded. "Who is he?" Clay asked furrowing his eyebrows and pointing to Steve. "I'm Steve" Steve replied. "Steve do you wanna color with me?" Clay asked hopping off the couch and running over to Steve. "Not really" Steve mumbled "Steve!" i hissed "ok fine" he sighed and clay began to jump up and down before grabbing Steve's hand and pulling him upstairs.
"Hi baby" i coo'd as I lightly tickled her belly making the most adorable smile break out onto her face. "You're so cute, arent you?" I coo'd as I stood up and made my way upstairs to see how Steve was doing. I walked over to clay and now lilys room and stood in the door way watching the two boys interact. Both Steve and clay laid on their stomachs coloring books in front of both of them. "How old are you?" Clay asked "I'm seventeen" Steve replied as he colored in an elephant. "Woah! You're so old I'm this many!" Clay exclaimed holding up three fingers. "My birthdays coming up! I'm gonna be a big boy momma says" Clay said. "Woah that's so cool buddy" Steve said his voice way softer than it usually is. I smiled as I watched the two interact. "Do you have a girlfriend?" Clay asked and Steve nodded "yeah I actually do" Steve replied "is it y/n?" Steve shook his head "no, um it's this girl her name is Nancy she's the most prettiest girl in the world" I frowned Steve was so in love with Nancy I couldn't even hold a penny to her. "Prettier than y/n? Because I think y/n's the prettiest girl in the world" Clay replied innocently "Hey Steve" Steve instantly turned his head around "yeah?" I walked into the room "can you hold her for a second I've gotta make dinner for Clay." Clays eyes instantly lit up at the mention of food. "Yeah yeah sure" I handed the baby to Steve. His facial expression softened as he held the baby. Clay jumped up and ran to me making grabby hands towards me. "Hold me too" I rolled my eyes playfully and picked him up. I fake grunted "you're getting so big Clay" i giggled as I walked down the stairs Steve following behind me. "Momma said I'm a big boy now!" Clay exclaimed "really?" I asked raising my eyebrows "mhm! Momma said since I'm turning four I'm a big boy now!"
"So what do big boy's have for dinner?" I asked.
"Mac n cheese!" Clay exclaimed "mac n cheese? Steve you want Mac n cheese?" I asked "hell yeah I do" Steve replied. I grabbed the box of Mac and cheese and placed clay down. "Go watch tv I'll call you when it's finished" Clay nodded and ran into the living room. I grabbed a pot and filled it up with water "Steve can you turn the stove on" Steve didn't answer he just turned it on and continued to interact with the baby. "Hi, oh you're so cute" he coo'd, I placed the pot of water onto the stove and sprinkled a bit of salt into the pot before pouring the noodles into the pot making sure to grab the packet of cheese. "You're fucking adorable!" Steve coo'd I quickly turned around "language!" Steve rolled his eyes "she's two months old" he said. I pointed towards Clay "he can hear you" i hissed "fine, fine" Steve groaned. He then continued his conversation with the baby. "Yeah, you're so pretty arent you" lily then began to laugh.
Once the noodles were done cooking I mixed in the cheese and then began to plate it. For clay's I added a few extra things to the plate like some fruit just to fill him up. "Clay!" I shouted instantly the kid jumped up and ran to the table. I placed a plate in front of clay and he immediately began to devour it. I then placed a bowl in front of Steve and grabbed lily from him. "You're not gonna eat?" Steve asked furrowing his eyebrows "I can't I have to feed lily" I said grabbing the bottle out of the fridge. The bottle was already filled up I just needed to heat it up. After I heated up the bottle I sat in a chair next to Steve. I placed the bottle up to lilys mouth and she instantly latched on to the bottle. She sucked down the bottle as fast as she could. "God dammit" I giggled "language!" Steve mocked with a mouthful of Mac n cheese in his mouth. I rolled my eyes and began to burp her.
After Clay finished his food I took both kids upstairs to put the to bed, leaving Steve downstairs. I first placed lily in her crib, she instantly fell asleep. Then I tucked clay in and tried to read him a book. "Big boys don't need bed time story's" Clay whined "are you sure?" I asked raising my eyebrows "yes" he said nodding "okay goodnight Clay" I said as I walked out of the room after turning off the light. "Night y/n!" I made myself downstairs to see Steve with another bowl of Mac n cheese. "What bowl are you on now?" I asked "fifth" Steve said stuffing a spoonful into his mouth. "My god" I murmured as I sat back down. He then took another spoonful and started to move it towards my mouth. "Steve I'm not hungry" i replied "come on eat" he said I rolled my eyes "I can feed myself" i grumbled. "Come on y/n/n" I rolled my eyes and gave in, he stuck the spoon in my mouth. I chewed up and swollowed the Mac n cheese before sitting back in my seat. "Let's watch a movie" Steve suggested, I nodded and stood up before Steve picked me up and placed me over his shoulder. "Steve! Put me down!" I giggled Steve just chuckled before lightly dropping me down onto the couch. Steve sat down next to me wrapping his arm around my shoulder. "I feel bad" I mumbled "about what?" Steve asked cocking his head to the side as he looked down at me. "Will, he's missing and I'm just going on with my day to day life like nothing happened" i replied tears welling up in my eyes. "He was like a little brother to me, I just don't think I can handle losing anyone else. First it was my sister, then my mom, now will. I don't think I can take it anymore" I said a tear falling down my cheek. "Hey it's ok y/n." He said softly as he wiped a tear off my cheek. "It really isn't, I'm ditching my friends to babysit and hang out with eleven year olds, because that's the only way I don't feel the pain of my sister gone. I wouldn't be surprised if all of them just left me someday" I cried. "Hey, hey I'm not really good at this I'm sorry, but it's okay. Everything's gonna be okay they're gonna find will and everything gonna be fine" he said softly. I nodded as i sniffled, “shh, it’s all gonna be okay sweetheart” he said as he pulled me into his chest. “It’s all gonna be okay.”
“Y/N! DO YOU COPY!”
I groaned as I reluctantly pulled myself away from Steve and crawled over to my bag. “Yes I copy what the fuck do you want?” I cursed “we need you at mikes like now!” Dustin said “what is it?” I asked “we can’t tell you over this I’ll explain when you get here” I groaned “fine okay I’ll be there when I’m finished babysitting.”
“God dammit we need you now!” Dustin shouted “I’m sorry I’m babysitting and their mom won’t be here for another half hour!” I shouted before stuffing my walkie back into my bag. “God they’re insufferable” I sighed as I crawled back over to Steve. Steve chuckled as he wrapped his arm around my shoulder again.
“Steve!” I warned.
“What why don’t you like it when I flirt with you?” Steve asked pouting “because I don’t want to get hurt again Steve” I replied as I pushed his arm away from me.
An hour and a half later the kids mom came back. “Thank you so much” she sighed as she handed me thirty bucks. “No problem” I replied “have a good night” she replied just as we were about to walk out of the house.
“You too” I replied.
We walked out of the house, “half it?” I asked and Steve nodded. I handed him fifteen bucks “we should babysit together more often” Steve said as he stuck the money in his pocket. “Definitely, and it adds up over time. I’ve got like a hundred saved up just from the past month” I replied as I got into his car.
Steve drove over to the wheelers house, he decided to stay in the car just in case Liam was there. I knocked on the door a few times and Mrs wheeler answered. “Oh hey y/n! What are you doing here?” She asked “the boys said they needed to tell me somthing” I replied “oh well they’re just down there like they always are” she said. I thanked her and made my way down the stairs to see all the boys gathered around a little girl with a shaven head.
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if you still take prompts: ian coming out to the rest of the gallaghers causally or dramatic i'm just curious how he'd do it
It's been a bit but I'm thinking the show gave us Fiona, Lip, Frank, and sort of Monica? So I went with the other siblings and an extra
Clayton
He didn't mean to come out to Clayton. His dad? His uncle? Well, whatever he was, he didn't need to know that Ian dreamed about muscled biceps and short dark hair and sinking his teeth into the back of strong shoulders.
Unfortunately, Clayton happened to stop by the house just in time to see Mickey leaving it wearing Ian's shirt, the neck stretched out enough to show off an impressive hickey on the side of his own.
Mickey had scurried off with nothing but a glare--and a double bird when Clayton didn't avert his eyes quick enough--but the damage was done.
"One of your sister's boyfriends?" Clayton asked lightly, maybe serious, maybe giving him an out.
Ian knew he should take it. Mickey would kill him if he ever found out he hadn't, even if Clayton had no idea who he was.
He should have taken the out.
But he didn't.
"No," he answered simply, "one of mine," and watched his something's eyes widen.
"Oh, um." Clayton coughed. "Well, it seems like a bad time, so I'll just..."
He backed away down the sidewalk. His clean shoes scraped against cracked concrete, his neatly hemmed trousers just skirting the dirt.
"Yeah," Ian said, "Okay."
And he pretended it didn't hurt when Clayton walked away. Why should it? The man was nothing to him anyway.
Debbie
It was early afternoon on a summery Tuesday, after Ian got home from an early shift. Debbie was sitting on the front steps as he walked up, idly braiding yellow dandelions into a crown.
"Hi Ian," she said as he tried to sneak past, "you're late."
Ian winced, halfway up the stairs, looking down at her fair red head.
"You keeping a calendar or something?" he asked, reaching down to ruffle her hair.
She pulled out of reach, and frowned up at him, green stems twisting between her fingers.
"I do when you were supposed to help with the daycare pickup," she countered, and oh. Oops.
Ian sighed, and turned to plop down on the step next to her.
"Right," he said lowly. "Sorry, Debs."
He put an arm around her shoulders, and she hunched over, but let him.
"What were you doing?" she asked, eyes on her hands.
Ian shrugged, the movement making her sway in the curve of his arm.
"Nothing," he tells her. "Just hanging out."
"Are you cheating on Mandy?" she asked suddenly, going stiff, and he stared at the side of her head in shock.
"What?" He says. "No, why would you ask that?"
"Because she came over to help me when you didn't show up," Debbie muttered, "so I know she didn't give you that hickey."
Ian's free hand flew to his neck, slapping over the spot Mickey had bit a little too hard less than twenty minutes before.
"Uh..."
"You are cheating," Debbie said morosely. "I knew it. Boys are all awful."
She started to rise, flowered weeds falling from her hands to the steps. Ian had only a split second to think, to decide, and then he was pulling her down again by a thin arm.
"I'm not cheating," he forced out as she collapsed back down with a huff. "No, really," he insisted when she rolled her eyes. "It's more complicated than that."
Debbie raised her eyes to his, then looked down again, biting her lip.
"Is it because you're gay?" she asked, and the wind went out of him again.
"Do you even know what that means?" he questioned, gathering himself.
"I go to public school," Debbie answered with a huff. "Of course I know what it means."
Right. Fair enough.
"Yeah," he admitted on an exhale. "Yeah, it's because I'm gay."
"Does Mandy know that?"
He nodded.
"Yeah, she does." Then he rubbed a hand over his face. He had to ask. Had to know how he had given himself away.
If not for himself, for Mickey, who had just gotten over their last scare.
"How did you know?"
"Mandy," was the unexpected answer. "Carl is always drooling over her, it's gross. But you look at her the same way you look at me."
And what a thing to be outed over. Being a decent guy.
But at least he didn't get Mickey outed with him.
His heart rate settled, and Debbie settled against him. She picked up her half finished flower crown, and set it on his lap.
"You finish that one," she ordered. "For your boyfriend."
Ian took it with a fragile smile, and didn't bother to correct her.
Carl
Carl had a lot of questions when he came back from care. Questions he liked to ask indiscrimate of time, place, or person. Questions that really weren't appropriate for the dinner table, with the full family around, right after they had all dished up.
"Does gay sex hurt?" he questioned absently, dragging his fork through the mess of gravy-covered meatloaf on his plate.
The table went quiet, except for the sound of Lip choking on lukewarm beer.
"Well?" Carl asked, directed toward Lip this time as the one with the greatest reaction. "Does it?"
"Asking the wrong brother," Lip muttered under his breath, and Ian kicked him under the table.
"Lip," Fiona hissed, then looked apologetically at Ian. As if that were somehow less obvious.
"Why are you asking that?" she directed to Carl, and the boy shrugged.
"Saw some videos at that fancy house," he told her. "The guy seemed to like it in one of them, but in the other one he was crying."
Fiona hesitated, eyes going to Debbie, to Liam. To Ian again.
"Well," she started, "they probably just--"
"Yeah, it can hurt," Ian cut in, suddenly feeling tired. Tired of lying, tired of hiding, tired of everything. "If you don't do it right."
Carl's attention was on him immediately, and so was everyone else's. Except Liam's, at least.
"Have you done it?" Carl asked eagerly, leaning over the table toward Ian.
Ian shrugged.
"Yeah."
Like it was no big deal. Like his heart wasn't racing. Like he wasn't thinking of what had happened the last time he said it out loud.
Carl's face twisted as he came to a belated realization.
"Does that mean you're gay?"
"Yeah," Ian said again, and held his breath.
Carl nodded.
"Okay," he said, looking back to his food.
And...it was.
No one continued the conversation. No one even looked at him again. And Ian felt himself relax, felt himself calm...until Carl spoke up again.
"Is that why you always hung out with Mickey?" he asked, and the blood drained from Ian's face.
"No," he answered shortly, then pushed back, the legs of his chair squealing on the floor. "Mickey isn't gay."
He looked back on his way up the stairs, ignoring Fionas outstretched arm as he passed.
"And don't ever let him hear you say that," he added, "or he'll kick your face in, too."
Months later, when Ian was back, Carl asked him again, in his own way.
"Is Mickey gay?" as he walked up to the makeshift pull up bar in the doorway. "Do you love him?"
And Ian wanted to answer, that time. He really, really did.
But he honestly didn't know anymore.
"I like the way he smells," he said instead, and ignored the way his stomach clenched when Mickey glared on his way to the bathroom.
Liam
It's not like he ever told Liam, not really. At least, not in any way that counted.
He didn't really have to; Liam had grown up in the middle of it all.
He had been there when Mickey stayed, the first time. Sat watching them wake up in a too-small bed, share the bathroom, share breakfast, share all of it.
He had been there when Ian left, too. Gone to live with Mickey in the dreaded Milkovich house. He'd still seen him plenty--stroller rides with Yev, the odd babysitting gig--but more often than not, Mickey had been there too.
And when Mickey was gone, and Ian found others, it just didn't seem so important.
By the time Caleb came around, and then Trevor, he just figured Liam kind of knew. Obviously he knew when the whole Gay Jesus thing happened.
But they had still never talked about it.
"You love Mickey?" Liam asked when they were both back. When he wandered past their bedroom to see Mickey sound asleep under the covers, head pillowed in Ian's lap as Ian tapped away at his phone.
Ian was transported. To another time, a different brother, a different self that couldn't say the words.
He could say them now.
"I do," he answered, voice soft but sure, hand stroking through Mickey's hair as the other man hid his face against Ian's thigh.
Liam shrugged.
"Okay."
Simple. Anticlimactic.
Perfect.
And maybe they didn't need to talk about the specifics. Because it wasn't about Ian anymore, that he was gay. It was about them: Mickey and Ian. Together, no matter what their labels were.
That was how Ian wanted to be see, now. As part of a whole.
Mickey mumbled against him, and Ian looked down, and smiled.
He'd never have to come out alone again.
#daily speedwrite#gallavich#mickey milkovich#ian gallagher#fanfic#debbie gallagher#carl gallagher#liam gallagher#clayton gallagher#coming out
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The Wrong Lifetime – Nine // Wanda Maximoff
chapter eight | story masterlist | main masterlist | wattpad | chapter ten
author’s note: a bit late with the update today, my bad. I’m just very exhausted lol. Hope you like it though! bit beefy, just how i like it 😂
I should have realised Wanda would be a handful after literally grabbing my arse less than a metre away from her fiancé.
The final straw came when we were sat together at a table, talking to a guest who wanted to know more about the wedding plans. Y/B/N had left Wanda alone for the remainder of the evening for God knows what reason, so I was left to babysit her and make sure she didn't do anything stupid. Of course, drunk Wanda was also disobedient as well as truthful and clingy.
As the woman we were sat opposite was talking about her own wedding – the first of three, apparently – Wanda's hand kept playing with mine under the table. I shot her a serious look before slapping it away gently. That wasn't enough though, as several times after, she continued to play with my fingers and intertwine hers in mine.
Not wanting to draw attention, I pushed Wanda's hand under her thigh with hopes she'd keep it there and stop fussing. I didn't think she was even listening to the woman and the story of her wedding dress debacle, as she was leaning on the palm of her hand and watching with boredom.
At one point, just when I thought Wanda was finally behaving, I felt her hand rest on my thigh, creeping up dangerously higher. Clenching my jaw to contain both the arousal and frustration I was feeling, I flicked my foot against hers before stuffing her hand under her thigh again. Glancing at her, she was smiling innocently in my direction.
"I'm sorry, are you okay?" the woman stopped mid-talk, looking to Wanda.
Wanda straightened up in her seat, flashing the woman a bright smile. "Yes. But if I may ask–"
"Oh, no..." I mumbled, already internally facepalming.
"–don't you think my almost sister-in-law is very pretty?"
My head snapped to hers as I attempted to disguise my panic with a nervous smile. The woman looked between us, waiting patiently for Wanda to continue.
"Good looks runs in the family it seems," Wanda said, stretching her hand out to caress my cheek, but I immediately caught it before she could, chuckling awkwardly.
The woman found Wanda's behaviour funny as she nodded in agreement. "The Y/L/Ns are a very good looking family indeed. Especially your fiancé, dear. What a handsome man he is."
Wanda hummed in agreement, but her eyes were only focused on me. Under any other circumstances, I would have appreciated how cute she was and been touched at her words, but now wasn't that time.
"My lovely almost sister-in-law is particularly drunk tonight I'm afraid," I spoke truthfully to the woman, offering an apologetic smile. "I should make sure she's okay."
"Of course," the woman said, nodding. "It was nice speaking to you both."
I smiled in response for both of us before leading Wanda away from the table and to an emptier-looking part of the room. Spinning around, I gave her a disapproving look.
"You can't say that," I said quietly, shaking my head. "Not here. Not now."
She licked her lips, wearing an enchanting smile, unbothered by our surroundings. "I can't help it. I'm so in love with you and you look irresistible tonight, milaya (darling)."
I sighed, my neck growing warm as she watched me with adoration. "Okay, I think it's time to call it a night."
"No, I want to stay," she whined, but I ignored her and turned around to think about how we could leave.
Once again, I felt her hand squeeze my butt and when I turned around to scold her, I saw my brother over her shoulder, approaching us. I forced a smile on my lips and glanced at her with a glare. She grinned in response before joining my side and facing my brother with me.
"Hey, how are you?" he asked when he stopped by us.
"Good," I answered for us both, afraid Wanda would say something suspicious.
He nodded, smiling a little. "Thanks for keeping Wanda company tonight."
Using that as my opportunity, I said, "Yeah, about that. She's kind of drunk, so I think I'm going to take her home."
"Oh," he said with realisation. "I don't mind taking it from here."
I pursed my lips, desperately trying to think of a reason to stay with her. Thankfully, I didn't have to.
"How scandalous of you to want to me somewhere after hours with nobody else around," Wanda poked fun, attempting to make him feel uncomfortable. It worked.
"Oh, no– I didn't mean it like that," he said quickly, flushing at her insinuation. "Never mind." Looking to me, he added, "You should take her home and make sure she's okay. Maybe stay with her until her family gets home so you don't have to head home yourself."
I nodded, ignoring the proud smile on Wanda's lips. "Okay, see you later."
As I led Wanda outside the house and towards the carriages parked outside, I gave her a grateful look.
"Good thinking back there."
She chuckled. "He's so easy to manipulate."
"Not nice," I said, but couldn't stop the amused smile from playing on my lips.
The two of us got in the back of the carriage after I gave the driver her address and settled in. Wanda was quick to tilt my head towards her and connect our lips, but I pulled back quickly, making her frown.
"You've been very frustrating this evening," I said with a warning tone. "We get home and you get to bed. That's it."
"Well, that hardly seems fair," she said with a shake of her head. "I believe I behaved."
I tried not to laugh. "In what world, love?"
She smiled widely, eyes darting to my lips. "Some alternate universe."
"Smooth," I played along, before facing forward. "Sober up, dear. The ride isn't long."
When we reached her house, it was a struggle getting her to her bedroom, but it was an even bigger struggle getting her dressed. I managed to get her dress off, but she kept trying to kiss me as I tried to put her nightgown on. Between fits of laughter, she pushed my hands away and made me step back.
Hands on my hips, I stared down at her with a ghost of a smile on my lips. "Are you done? You can't just sleep in your bra and knickers."
She laughed, sat on the edge of her bed and looking up at me with tired eyes. "One kiss and I'll let you dress me."
"Definitely no." I shook my head. "We both know what happens after one kiss."
"When will there ever be an opportunity where we're alone together in my home?" she tried to make a point, but her accent was especially heavy, entwined with her drunkenness and making it harder to believe her logic.
I rested my hands on her shoulders and leaned my forehead on hers, staring into her eyes with amusement. "My beautiful love, you are drunk. We will not have sex when you're drunk."
Her hands tugged me closer by the waist as she smiled up at me. "But I know what I want. And I'm certain it's you."
"Not now," I repeated, removing her hands from my waist.
She pouted and I chuckled before kissing it away. Her tantrum seemed to tire her out as I was able to get her dressed after that, managing to tuck her under the covers.
"Stay with me," she mumbled, fingers clawing the air as a gesture for me to join her.
Nobody would be back for a while, I realised, and nobody was home.
"Fine," I gave in quickly, before kicking off my shoes and jumping into the bed beside her.
She grinned, snuggling into my side and breathing out contently. "Ya tak sil'no tebya lyublyu (I love you so much)."
I kissed the top of her head, holding her close and hoping she couldn't hear the rate of my heartbeat pick up. "I love you, too, Wanda."
We stayed like that, in each other's arms, until I sadly had to get up and leave her. She was asleep by the time her family returned, her face relaxed and without the constraints of reality. I smiled to myself, feeling overwhelmed with how much I was in love with her. I was lucky to have met her, I knew that much, but I was also unlucky to have met her under our circumstances.
As usual, I couldn't help but wonder what could have happened if we weren't in the wrong lifetime...
I kissed her once more, whispering an 'I love you' to her, before leaving the room and wondering if one day I might be able to stay under the covers with her, cuddling until I fell asleep, too.
—
"It won't take long, I just need to give him this," Wanda said nonchalantly, referring to the notebooks in her hand. "Then we can grab lunch."
I nodded and the two of us walked down the street until we located the Maximoff Publishing House. I'd been here a few times when visiting my brother and it always gave me a fuzzy warm feeling, my brain formulating daydreams where I could be published, too. But that's all they were – daydreams.
Wanda held the door open for me as I walked in and I gave her an appreciative smile before she followed after. She led the way to her brother's office at the back of the building and we passed several desks – editors, authors and other employees alike – before reaching it. Through the window, Wanda and I could see Pietro sat behind his desk, pen working away at some papers.
"Piet," Wanda called, knocking on the door.
He looked up and grinned, instantly motioning for us to come inside. I followed after Wanda and closed the door behind us before stopping in front of his desk.
"Y/N, I'm so glad you came!" he exclaimed, standing up and stretching out his hands ecstatically. "I didn't think you would if I'm being honest."
I tilted my head, bemused. "Er... pardon?"
"Piet, she doesn't–" Wanda started, making me look to her. She cut herself off with a sigh, massaging the bridge of her nose and shaking her head. "Oh, God."
"I'm not sure what's happening here," I said with an awkward chuckle, before taking the notebooks from Wanda's hand and dropping them on Pietro's desk, "but these are for you. Wanda said you left them at home."
He chuckled, pushing the notebooks to the side, before reaching into his top drawer and throwing some pages before me. "These are genius, Y/N."
My brows creased together with confusion as I lifted the pages, looking through them to see what had got him all happy. As my eyes skimmed the writing, my heart dropped. This was my writing.
"H-how did you get this?" I stammered, looking up at him.
His eyes flickered to Wanda and I immediately put the pieces together, my gaze falling to her. She smiled bashfully before avoiding my eyes. She'd given him my work without telling me? And she'd tricked me into coming here for this?
"I want to sign you," he stated, clasping his hands together. "Your work is amazing, arguably better than you brother's. You really undersold! And the fact that these are just excerpts means your actual completed work is even better. And I want it here at Maximoff Publishing."
My palms were sweaty as I opened my mouth to say something, but I didn't know what. He wanted to sign me? Like, properly sign me?
"Y/N?" Wanda prompted, making me look her way. She watched with encouraging eyes, nodding to her brother.
I swallowed hard and looked to Pietro. "I'll have to think about it."
My family's reaction would not be kind, I knew that now. All my life I'd been hearing about how it was unladylike and unattractive for a woman to be a writer, how I should just leave the writing to Y/B/N. He was the writer and I needed to get over it because nobody would want to publish me. Yet, here we were.
"Y/N, what are you saying?" Wanda asked, resting a hand on my forearm to get my attention. "You've talked about being published for ages."
I was beginning to regret mentioning that silly fantasy to Wanda. If I'd known she was going to give my work to her brother, I never would have said anything.
"It's fine, Wan, she just needs time to mull it over," Pietro said dismissively, before smiling at me. "I do hope you'll decide soon though."
I forced a small smile his way before turning to leave. When I reached the empty hallway, Wanda was quick to run after me, tugging me backwards so I would face her.
"Why did you do that?" I asked instantly, frowning, feeling betrayed. "What made you think I wanted this?"
Her fingers touched mine gently as she looked between my eyes. "You've told me you wanted this. I know you want this."
I shook my head, letting go of her hand and stepping back. "I can't believe you took my work and gave it to him without asking. You shouldn't have done this, Wanda. You're making waves and–"
"You deserve this," she proclaimed sternly, silencing me. Her eyes were fiery as she stared hard. "You deserve to get the credit, too. Not just your brother. It's about damn time, Y/N."
My lips pressed together firmly as I held her stare, though she was winning as she told me everything I'd wanted to hear. Just once, somebody believed in me, but I was so used to hearing otherwise that it felt foreign.
"Pietro wants to help," she said, expression softening. "He recognises talent and you have it. Maybe I should have asked before giving him your work, maybe I shouldn't have. But I know that it was the only way to push you. You're so content accepting what other people want that you don't chase what you deserve."
Her passion and belief for my work warmed my heart to the core and I was certain that I'd never been more in love with her than I was now. She didn't have to care, but she did. For once, somebody did.
"Nobody will like this," I muttered, half-convinced but still worried about the drawbacks. "It could destroy your brother's career. It could backfire."
Wanda shook her head, stepping forward and resting a hand on my neck, thumb stroking the skin comfortingly. "He wouldn't take the risk if he didn't believe in you."
I placed my hand over hers, taking it between mine as I squeezed it gently, gratefully. I didn't know what else to say, since she'd countered all of my arguments. Everything apart from my family's reaction, which she couldn't control.
"I did this for you," she murmured, before wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me in for a hug. "For you to finally get what you deserve. So that you can make your own money and nobody can take it from you."
She paused as I returned her hug, though I was pondering her words, not knowing she felt that way. It sounded like she'd given this some thought. More than she was letting on.
"Especially if you get married," she added after consideration, and I pulled away, ready to say otherwise, but she closed her eyes and shook her head. "No, I know you don't like talking about it, but it needs to be said." She opened her eyes and I realised they were glassy with unshed tears. "I need you to be okay when it happens. I don't–" She sucked up a breath, smiling to relieve the tension, though it was full of pain. "I don't want some man owning you."
"Any money I make will belong to him anyway," I said, knowing she knew the world we lived in.
A downhearted chuckle escaped her lips. "You wouldn't allow that, Y/N, we both know that."
She wasn't wrong. But the thought of even being married to somebody that wasn't her made my heart crumble in my chest.
"Just think about it, okay?" she asked pleadingly. "Promise me you'll think about it? Properly?"
I nodded, reassuring her with a sad smile. "I will. I promise." She sighed with relief, tense shoulders relaxing. I continued quietly, "Thank you, Wanda. For all of this. For everything."
She nodded, before laughing to distract from the tear that slipped from her eye. I felt bad, but there was nothing I could do. She was so concerned about my future without her and it pained me to see. We never talked about it – an unspoken agreement – because it was too difficult to accept.
"Come on," she said, changing the subject. "Let's go get that lunch we came here for."
—
I hadn't made up my mind about the publishing deal, but I was starting to veer towards a 'yes'.
A few days passed since Pietro made the offer and I hadn't told anybody of it. Only Wanda knew and she hadn't brought it up since, clearly not wanting to pressure me into a decision which I appreciated. It made me realise that I really wanted this for myself. I deserved this for myself, even if I'd been taught otherwise.
It was those few days later when the Maximoffs came over for dinner and it was the first time I'd seen Pietro since he made me the offer. When he greeted me at the door, he smiled brightly.
"I assume you haven't made a decision," he noted.
"You assumed correctly," I said with amusement, though I could tell he really wanted to know.
"Very well," he said with a shrug. "I guess I'll just have to change your mind."
I quirked a brow, wondering what he meant by that, but he simply walked past me and into the living room. Wanda smiled at me next, squeezing my hand and greeting me with a hug.
"You okay?" she asked lowly, a hint of concern in her eyes.
"I'm good," I promised. "Are you?"
"Yes," she said with a small smile. Just like her brother, I could tell she wanted to know what I was thinking.
After our two families conversed in the living room for a while, dinner was served by our servants and we all took to the table to continue our chatter.
"So, Pietro," my father started, looking across the table to him. "How is business going at the publishing house?"
I should have known what he would do when he glanced at me with mischievous eyes.
"It's going great," he answered my father respectfully. "We've actually sought out a new author to add to the list of names we represent."
My eyes widened when I realised what he was doing.
"Oh, really?" my dad asked with surprise. "Who is he?"
Pietro looked in my direction and I forgot how to breathe. "It's actually your daughter, sir."
All eyes fell to me as I locked my gaze on the cutlery beside my plate.
"Y/N? You want to sign Y/N?" asked my dad for clarification.
"I do," he said with a grin, and my face was heating up the longer this conversation went on. "Wanda saw her work and thought I'd be interested. I am. I think she'd make a great fit at our publishing house. And if she has a manuscript to show us, then I'd love to publish it."
"You did this?" Y/B/N asked Wanda with raised brows, jealousy intertwined in his voice.
"Yes, I did," she answered, unaffected by his irritation. "She's really talented."
I risked glancing up, smiling at Wanda appreciatively. She nodded in response, the corner of her mouth lifting adorably, making my heart flutter.
"She really is," Pietro agreed, before looking to my dad who still seemed taken aback. "She probably got that from you. Writing seems to run in the family."
My dad looked at me across the table, his eyes softening. All of our conversations flashed to mind where he claimed he was discouraging me for my own benefit. But now, everything he'd thought wouldn't happen was. Would he still be against the idea?
"D'you really think she'd sell?" he finally spoke, looking to Pietro, and I couldn't contain the smile from my lips.
"Yeah, don't women struggle with their first book?" my brother asked, and when I examined his expression, I saw the distaste.
"I actually think she'd do really well...," Pietro began to explain, before going into a long rant about numbers and sales and past examples.
As he spoke, my brother got progressively more frustrated and I frowned, wondering why he couldn't be supportive like our parents were being. Did he want to be the only author in our family that bad? Or was he just afraid that I wouldn't help him with his own books anymore?
"Thank you for explaining all of that," my dad said once he was done. He smiled, impressed, looking to me. "I actually love the idea."
I felt lightweight when he said that. Things were actually starting to look up for me. My dad was actually supporting my passion and it was all I'd wanted to hear since I was a kid. Trying to hide my elation behind a smile, I took a sip of water.
"Maybe Pietro is just trying to sweeten Y/N up so he can propose," Y/B/N suddenly said, making me choke on my water.
Looking to him with disbelief, he had a friendly smile on his lips, but I saw right through it.
"Y/B/N," Wanda scolded beside him. "Don't joke about that."
"Yeah, I can assure you that's not the case," Pietro added with a chuckle, unfazed by my brother's bitterness.
"I know that," I said reassuringly, before glaring at my brother. "You don't need to dignify him with a response, Pietro."
Changing the subject, my mother spoke up with a laugh. "Well, I think this is delightful. Y/N has always loved to write and I used to think it wasn't an appropriate future for a young woman, but if you are saying it could be, then I'm fully supportive of the idea."
I smiled at her, unable to believe she'd actually said that. She was the last person I thought would approve.
"Pietro has a good eye with these things," Oleg pointed out. "If he thinks it'll be successful, it will be."
My parents began to talk about how writing was something I'd loved for a long time, but I wasn't really listening because I felt overwhelmed with happiness. Pietro caught my eye, winking playfully, and I hoped he knew how grateful I was at what he'd done. Under the table, Wanda's fingers laced through mine and I didn't let go. Giving her a sideways glance, I thanked her with my eyes. She smiled widely and I tried very hard not to kiss her.
"...it's not the conventional route, but Y/N deserves it," my dad said, and I perked up with realisation.
"Maybe Wanda could break the conventional, too," I said, wanting to repay the brunette beside me.
"What do you mean?" she asked with furrowed brows.
I gave her a smile of disbelief. "Wanda, your art. It's stunning. Everything you create could easily sell for hundreds of pounds."
Her lips parted with surprise as she struggled to find words.
"That's not a bad idea, you know," Iryna said with thought. "Especially if Y/N's signing goes to plan."
Oleg groaned playfully, looking to my father. "This is happening so quickly... our girls are growing up, Y/D/N."
My dad chuckled alongside him as I stroked the top of Wanda's hand with my thumb. She squeezed it gently and I smiled to myself.
"You'll make tons of money," I said with certainty. "Your work is incredible, Wanda."
"I'll make enough money to support the both of us," Y/B/N said, doing a terrible job at hiding his frustration.
I looked over Wanda and to him with a hard stare and fake smile. "It's not even about the money to be honest. Maybe it's just about Wanda doing something she loves."
He nodded in agreement, though his eyes glared daggers at me. "I agree. And I won't stop her. But there's no need to sell her work. She can still practice her craft as usual. Heck, I'll even get her a studio."
I quirked a brow challengingly. "And what if she wants to sell it?"
Y/B/N clenched his jaw behind a forced smile. I ignored the warning look Wanda gave me in my peripheral and didn't dare look away from my brother's gaze. This was a side to him that I definitely didn't like.
My mum suddenly laughed to clear the air, but it was nervous and concerned. "Ah, sibling rivalry. Such playful nonsense."
"I believe the dessert is coming out now," my dad added, stealing the Maximoffs' attention away from my brother and I. "We're having soufflé."
With a final glare to my brother, I returned to eating. Any chatter of Wanda and I's potential careers ceased and my parents attempted to make the rest of the meal worthwhile.
As much as I wanted to be excited at the possibility of accepting Pietro's deal, especially since I had my parents' support, I couldn't help but think about what just happened with my brother. What was his problem?
When the meal ended, we all had some tea in the living room before bringing the evening to a close. At the door, we said our goodbyes to the Maximoffs and I was sure to thank Pietro.
"You didn't have to do that back there," I said as we shook hands, "but thank you. I think I know my answer now."
"Anything for my sister's best friend," he said with his signature charming smile. "And I hope it's what I think it is. Though, I suppose you won't tell me now."
I chuckled, shaking my head. "Not now."
"Soon, I hope." He nodded conclusively. "Have a good evening, Y/N."
Wanda shoved him out the way before I could respond before pulling me in for a hug. Pietro didn't seem offended as he gave me a knowing look over her shoulder. I stared back inquisitively, but got distracted when Wanda broke the hug, finding my eyes.
"You okay after what happened?" she asked gently, eyes subtly gesturing to my brother who was bidding her parents a goodbye.
"I'm okay," I reassured her with a smile. "Thanks for tonight."
She returned my smile. "Thank you. I think my parents actually took me seriously for a change."
"It's the least I could do," I told her, fully aware of everything she'd done for me.
Her smile widened, eyes flickering to my lips conspicuously. I shoved her gently, knowing what she was thinking and reminding her that we were in front of both of our families right now. She rolled her eyes playfully before stepping back.
"Such a handful," I mumbled jokingly.
When they left, the first thing Y/B/N did was storm off to his study. My parents exchanged glances before looking to me.
"Be nice," my mum warned.
"We'll see," I muttered under my breath, looking in the direction he'd gone.
Oh, was he about to get a piece of my mind.
#wanda maximoff au#wanda maximoff x you#wanda maximoff x reader#wanda maximoff#scarlet witch imagine#scarlet witch#elizabeth olsen x you#elizabeth olsen x reader#elizabeth olsen#marvel#mcu
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Tendae (텐데) || (M) Teach Me pt.4
You realized that Wooseok is the one person that can bring you comfort whenever you two are together, and the holiday spent alone with him only intensified the tingly feeling inside that scares you so much.
→ Pairing: Wooseok x Reader
→ Genre: Smut
→ Words: 4.5K
→ Contains: Smut; Friends To Lovers; Virgin!Wooseok; fingering; there is a small anxiety attack at the beginning; lots of touches; conflicted feelings
→ A/n: So, this chapter incorporates 2 requests that have been recently sent to us, thank you so much to the people who've done it, it was really nice to imagine Wooseok in these situations and turns out we are a sucker for him (can you blame us tho?). Anyway, we hope you guys like it! (Also, yes, the title is inspired by Bobby's song, because that has GOT to be their theme song, it's perfect)
→ Index: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4
You tried to sleep, really. You put on some calming music and the tv was on to keep the room dim light but it was no use. Tossing and turning in bed was something that became a habit after you had to deal with your life choices. You got yourself in a really tiring situation, between babysitting your best friends and dealing with two simultaneous educational courses, you barely had time alone to just relax. To make it worse, the rain started to pour heavily outside and you sighed, it was only a matter of time for the nightmare to begin. Sometimes even you forgot how scared you were of thunder and storms, they didn't occur often and when it rained, it was light but you just knew that an anxiety attack was on the way when the first loud thunder resonated. Covering your head with the blanket, you sank into the mattress and wished for it to go away. There was only so much you could deal with by sighing and wishing for the best. The noises got louder and the light music was no longer catching your ears, tears now threatening to fall and your fear only growing bigger. It seemed like a couple of minutes went by you figured, even though it felt like hours to you and there was no sign of the storm stopping. A somehow even louder bang caught your attention and you jumped, how the hell did it thunder inside your room?
"Y/N?", a desperate whisper was heard by the door and you cautiously peeked from under the covers. Wooseok was standing by the door with a pillow under his arm and his hand holding his chest as if to catch his breath. "I was asleep, the thunder woke me up. Sorry it took me so long to come", he said, still whispering, maybe to not scare you even more.
You nodded without being able to speak, you just knew the tears would fall if you tried. Wooseok closed the door behind him and even jumped lightly when another thunder filled the room. That spurred him on, quickly moving to gently pry the blanket from your head and you scooted over, making room for him, only to have him settle quickly with his own pillow and pull the covers back up, covering both of your heads. He smiled sweetly at you and opened his arms in invitation, one which you gladly accepted. The moment your head was against his chest you cried, feeling protected like this after the overwhelmed fear you felt so strongly was too much and you felt Wooseok hugging you stronger. Your small sobs were barely audible because of the thunder but you knew he felt how your body moved as you cried and you were thankful he just hugged you in silence. You heard him hum to some tune and you wondered if he could hear the music you had put to sleep.
"Y/N?", Wooseok called you and you moved your head back to look at his face, "are you still crying?", as he asked it, you let out a sniff, making you both chuckle.
"Does that answer you?", your voice wasn't sounding normal and even then you knew it was okay because he understood it.
"I remember when I didn't get much screen time at a tv show and you found me crying in my room…".
You remembered that. It was at the beginning of the friendship, he was reserved and shy but when they guys showed up looking awkward and Wooseok just walked past everyone, you had to follow him. He was under the covers and you heard the small whimpers of crying and you didn't think twice, your instinct told you to slip into the mattress with him, you laid down to watch a wide-eyed Wooseok who was sniffing and trying to control his crying. You understood how he must have felt, not good enough because the editing and the hosts ignored him almost completely. You needed to show him he was so much more than that but he was too reserved for you to know what to do, so you just held him and he quickly hid his face in your neck and cried until he fell asleep. Since that you always shared a bed and got so much closer.
"I remember that too", you said, your crying slowing down. "I'm glad you let me stay that day". He sighed, holding you closer.
"I'm glad too". He shyly kissed the top of your head and went back to humming a song. Paying attention to the vibration of his chest and his warmth, you soon fell asleep even as it still poured outside.
Waking up was the hardest part since it was a while that you slept so well. Moving a bit you noticed that the blanket was no longer covering your head but Wooseok was still next to you, hand-holding close by the waist. He was soundly asleep and you sighed, torn between wanting to stay with him and needing to start your day. The struggle didn't last long as you needed to go to the bathroom, so you wiggled a bit so he could let go of you but you ended up being pulled closer against him, his hand possessive around you. He groaned in his sleep, displeased that you were moving and you chuckled silently, now taking his hand in yours to move it away from you. For a second you let your fingers intertwine and you smiled, a warmth you knew all too well invading your chest but as always, you decided to ignore it and move away.
The house was abnormally quiet and you did your morning hygiene quickly and surprisingly in peace. After choosing a comfortable slip-on dress, you got into the kitchen which was also weirdly empty. Usually, at least one person was rummaging around for snacks and you made sure to look around to search for any of the boys. As you made your favorite breakfast food and drink, you noticed the fridge covered in small notes in all different colors and shapes, each of them from one of the boys letting you and Wooseok know that they'd be out. Some would be traveling since it was a holiday, others would be visiting their families and you frowned, you didn't even know it was a holiday, studies were taking up most of your time and all you knew was your deadlines. Opening the group chat for the house, that featured all the boys, you typed a quick text wishing them a good holiday break and resumed eating.
After finishing, you slightly debated if you should go to your own home to study but with a sigh and a shy amused smile, you got up and went to the empty room they reserved for you so you grab your notebook. The boys going to the army was something not very pleasant but at least you got a bed and a room to yourself, lucky two of them went almost together.
You got inside quietly and tiptoed around the bed so as to not wake up the giant asleep on the bed, his feet almost completely out of it. Your backpack was at reach and you took it with you as silent as you could. With your back turned to the bed, you made sure to look twice to see if you forgot anything.
"Tell me you made breakfast", a raspy sleepy voice resonated behind you. You jumped and your backpack almost flew away from your hands.
"Don't do that, Wooseok! Warn me before talking!", he laughed at that, arm resting on his face.
"Sure, I'll squeak before talking so you don't get scared", he was fully laughing and you watched him fondly.
"Shut up", you slightly pouted and he sat upon the bed, moving so you could almost stand between his knees. "There is breakfast but I should eat it myself for that".
"I just woke up, Y/N. Give me a break", he smiled and gosh, wasn't he charming, hair all messy, voice deep from sleep, made you remember all the times you two shared touches, your cheeks feeling warm.
As if sensing where your mind was going, Wooseok slowly moved his arms and placed his hands on your waist, barely touching it. Your first answer was to drop the backpack and place your hands on his shoulders, moving closer. When he stretched his upper body, your body knew what to do before you even registered the action. You moved lower and your foreheads touched, such an intimate touch and yet so innocent. Both of you whispered good morning shyly and like waking up from a dream you almost flinched away, grabbing your things from the floor and clearing your throat.
"There's food ready. I'm gonna study, alright?", he nodded a bit stunned by your sudden change. "Everyone is away and it's just the two of us today", and with that, you walked away.
The morning went by without a single problem, you focused on your studies while Wooseok watched something with headphones or just played on his phone. Your only breaks were bathroom breaks and you were almost certain that you wouldn't even drink water if Wooseok didn't leave a bottle there every half hour.
Lunchtime came and you got up your chair to stretch and rummage through your phone, sitting next to Wooseok. Part of you noticed how there was a full empty large couch and two chairs available but you still sat on the two-seat couch thigh to thigh with him. You shook your head physically to get rid of these thoughts and quickly opened the food delivery app, nudging Wooseok to check it with you.
It wasn't a hard task to decide on lunch since you two knew what you liked and soon enough the food arrived. The small chit-chat was alien even to you and part of you knew that it was because you fled his embrace earlier. That scared you because even though you started whatever you two have it shouldn't be affecting you this much. Of course, he was your best friend and you knew everything about each other, and yeah, knowing a girl at work was coming onto Wooseok was bothering you and staying alone with him like this made you nervous like never before but hey, if you ran away it'd go away sometime, right?
After eating, Wooseok took care of the dishes and you laid on the big couch, closing your eyes for a moment to at least pretend everything was normal. After a few minutes of you being completely still, you felt a presence in the room and then the external lights went missing and the dark of your closed eyes got even darker. You opened one eye and fought back a smile to see Wooseok standing and looming over you curiously.
"What", you breathed out.
"Checking if you didn't die", he seemed serious and that made you crack, sitting up while laughing hard after he stepped back and he sat next to you, his arm going to your shoulder like it was natural. Did you two always do stuff like that? You weren't even sure but you let yourself enjoy the moment for a bit before going back to reality. "Seriously, you looked dead".
"That was my soul you were seeing", you smiled at his horrified face and you held it with both hands. "I'm joking, silly. I'm just too tired". Without thinking straight, the impulse to feel the moment was too strong and you left a peck on his mouth, quick and yet it made a small sound. "Gonna go study", you rushed over your words, getting up like a lightning bolt and running to the table. If you looked back, you could see a blush spreading on his face, him watching you, face torn between amusement and shock.
It wasn't before three hours went by that Wooseok showed up at the table you were studying on and threw a bag of chips on it.
"Not hungry", you mumbled, a very important part of the analysis you were writing was being refined and you were so close to finishing it that you barely looked up.
The sound of the chair next to you being pulled didn't bother you, neither did the sound of a bag being open. Somehow not even Wooseok sloppily placing a chip on your mouth didn't bother you either. What did bother you was his face showing up between you and the computer screen.
"Move!", you said rather loudly. He didn't answer and moved, thankfully. Some minutes went by and the chips kept coming for which you were thankful.
As you finished writing and started proofreading what you wrote, you felt the ghost of a hand touching your thigh. You frowned and looked at him, who was casually scrolling on his phone with the hand that was away from you, even though you noticed his cheeks being red. You took a deep breath and resumed reading, only to have your thigh gently squeezed by him.
"What are you doing?", you said through your teeth. Since when does he have the nerve to touch you like that?
"I'm checking my phone", he showed you his phone, looking at you as if you were crazy and his actions were obvious.
"Wooseok, I'm busy right now".
"Oh, I know, Y/N". The hand squeezed harder and you shuddered. Shit.
You decided to see how far he could take this and honestly how far could you rest it, so you just ignored it once again. Your mind was on the verge of shutting down but you were almost finishing so you pushed forward. All the time you read, his hand went further on your thigh, reaching your pelvis but not really touching you. It was driving you mad and the way he pretended he did nothing was somehow attractive.
When you finished reading and started closing the software, his hand got braver and touched you through your panties, rubbing lightly, long fingers teasing the extension of it. The tension of his hand on you this whole time was taking all your attention and you bit your lip to not smile as you closed everything. Truth is, there was no way you could focus on anything other than Wooseok with his hand on you like that and you knew how shy he was, so you read your work as sloppy as you could, not paying attention at all, just to make him stay a bit longer.
Your back fell on the chair and you groaned, his finger insistently massaging your clit through the panties. You looked at him then, his phone forgotten on the table, his other hand gripping his pants' leg enough to turn the knuckles white. His eyes were trained on you, his mouth slightly parted and breathing irregular. He looked as affected as you were and you were the one being touched, you reached to his nape and caressed the hair gently, hoping to get to him how grateful you were for him.
The action spurred him on, his hand moving to touch you inside the panties and that got you surprised. You'd be lying if you didn't think he never looked hotter than now, the hand caressing his locks now gripping it. He groaned when he felt how wet you already were for him and moved his hand harder on your clit, getting small whimpers from you. Your hips moved on their own accord, his other hand now touching himself above the pants and you noticed.
You snapped when he flicked your clit perfectly as he gripped his member and hissed, the stimulation being too much for you. Moving fast, you got his hand away from you and straddled Wooseok fast enough to surprise him. Luckily he caught on quickly and held you, hands firm on your ass. You kissed him with fervor, hands making a mess of his hair and it almost seemed like no matter how close you were it wasn't close enough.
You moved your hips almost too desperately and he matched your rhythm, giving as good as he got and you moaned, the whole thing too hot. All the times you two had together flashed through your mind and it only spurred you further, lust overpowering anything else.
"Y/N", he whimpered as you moved just right on top of him, his hips stuttering. "We can't do this here", he panted out.
You stopped and looked at him. His eyes were dark and he was out of breath, his hands never once relenting his grip on you, his hair was a mess and his lips were red and plump from kissing. The pang on your heart almost made you back out, get up and leave but his face was watching adoringly, also lust-driven, and he started leaving small kisses on your neck. You knew you lost the fight.
"Since when you know how to be so bold?", you chuckled and he followed, the humming feeling good on your skin.
"You taught me", was his simple answer, kissing your mouth gently. "We can go to my room if you want or we can go where you're sleeping".
"Your room. It'd be too weird to do this in Jinho's and Hui's room, right?", you smiled and he answered in kind, helping you get up at once and holding your hand during the walk upstairs.
You were very nervous out of a sudden and you didn't even know why. It wasn't your first time with anyone and you knew what you were doing. You taught him after all. But when you felt his hand slightly shake when you reached the room it finally dawned on you. If things went where you felt they would, it would be the first time with him. It would be his first time when it came to actual sex.
Wooseok opened the door and waited for you to enter so he could close and lock it behind you. Even though you were alone in the house, you knew it was better to be safe than sorry here. As you expected, he was nervous and stood there looking at you with his hands on his sides. You smiled fondly, your heart taking leaps on your chest and you touched his face gently.
"It's okay. It's just me". He smiled, kissing you slowly, savoring the moment just like you were. "We don't need to do anything else, reall-"
"I want it", he cut you off eagerly. Then he laughed shyly and gave you a peck. "If you want to, that is".
"Of course I do", you felt a sudden calm wash over you, and that made sense. Not knowing where stood and now having sure he wanted this as much as you made you feel better.
You took a step back and took your dress off, leaving you in your undergarments. He did the same seconds later, standing there in his underwear. Holding his hand, you took you both to his bed and since it was a tight fit, you laid him down and sat on top of him, gently laying down to kiss him and moved with it. That seemed to ease him into it again, this was something you did before and he excitedly followed, rubbing his hard member on your clothed core.
The moans coming out of your mouth were needier than you intended but your body needed him badly and you knew he was the same. You didn't waste time getting up and losing the rest of your clothes, staying naked in front of him. You fought your own shyness back as he stood again and took off his underwear. Wooseok stared at you for a second and then smiled, kissing you tenderly and laying back on the bed. You followed and laid next to him, touching him just like the first time, him nervously watching you only this time was during broad daylight and he was more confident, his own hands traveling across your body, feeling your breasts, your stomach, your arms, everywhere he could reach.
"Do you have any condom?", you whispered.
"Yeah, top drawer". Honestly, you didn't know what answer you expected but you raised your eyebrow at him as you got up to get it.
"Can I ask?", you said coming back.
"One of the guys gave it to me when a girl at work invited me out", Wooseok answered shyly, barely looking at you.
You scoffed and straddled him, letting his cock fit on your slick slit and you moved lightly.
"Too bad you'll be using it with me, isn't it?", you said with more intensity than you expected. "I heard about this girl before", you kissed his neck teasingly, he could stare at you and hold onto your waist. "What was she thinking? That she could take you away from me?", jealousy waking over, and even you were surprised. The first time you heard about the girl you got mad but apparently it was bottled up so nicely inside you that you only noticed now.
"N-no", he stuttered as you bit his neck, hips never stopping its movement. "I kept it because I wanted to use it with you". You stopped. Did he want to do this with you? Wooseok was hoping to get you alone and go all the way with you. It was different hearing it directly from him and you were stunned. He saw it and smiled, it was his turn to kiss you, his upper body more sat up than laying down. His hand caressed your cheek and he looked deeply into your eyes. "I want you".
You could have sworn time froze and your heart stopped. He was staring so intently at you that you felt frozen, only remembering to answer when he changed from intense to doubtful and you were quick to kiss him and hoped that the kiss would tell him everything you couldn't. After you came up for air, you quickly sat next to him and put the condom on for him, which he watched attentively.
"I want you on top of me", you said in a small voice. After all you said, somehow you felt pliant, needing his proximity to deal with it.
Wooseok obliged and you quickly adjusted on his bed, his frame towering over you. Your hands were on his face, thumbs caressing it gently while he supported himself in one hand and aligned himself with the other. You nodded when he faltered, waiting for your approval. As he entered you, two things were registered by your lust hazed brain. The first one was how deliciously he stretched you, you enjoyed his dick before but now you just knew you were doomed. The second one was how lost in pleasure he already looked when he got inside inch by inch. He was dragging the movement to get inside, going slowly and you didn't think it was for you. His mouth was open and a long groan escaped him.
He looked at you a bit desperate, needing to move as quickly as you'd let him and you almost chuckled. You settled for a smile and moved your hips up, indicating he could move. He started slow, going almost completely out before thrusting inside hard. His pace was driving you mad, hands now roaming on his back while his face was buried on your chest, kissing and licking his way all over it.
You endured it as much as you could because it was so good and he seemed so lost in pleasure but it got unbearable and with a hushed "please go faster" you pleaded. Usually, you were vocal during sex but somehow you were so lost in pleasure and in feeling his body all over yours, his cock moving so perfectly inside that you seemed lost for words. Wooseok quickly changed his pace with a grunt and his noises started to come out. Your mouth was open while you tried to keep your eyes open as well but failed many times. You could see he was trying the same but more often than not he got lost in your chest or closed his eyes in pleasure.
You knew neither of you would be able to last longer and it felt like heaven to feel him getting closer to his orgasm with you, his body moving fast and him gripping the sheets while he supported himself on his upper arms. You were sure his back had a few scratches because it was just too good to know you were marking him, his noises while you did that didn't help at all. Wooseok didn't need to say anything to you. Neither you did to him, you were in sync even then and he gave you space to touch your clit, which you gladly did. He tried to warn you but he couldn't, he came with a shout mid-sentence, body trembling as much as yours. Your orgasm followed his, watching him being too much to handle and the overstimulation was perfect.
You two kept moving even after, riding off both of your highs, and all the while you stared at each other's eyes. His stare was so full of feeling that you felt breathless a bit, you closed your eyes, relying on your orgasm to blame if he asked, even if you knew he wouldn't. He awkwardly laid next to you because he could barely fit and you laughed, moving to the side so he could fit. Wordlessly he took the condom out and tied it, placing it next to the bed and you made a mental note to not forget that there.
Laying facing each other you didn't know what to say so you giggled, amused, nervous, and happy at the same time and so did he, possibly for the same reasons. Wooseok moved so you could lay on his chest and so you did, even though you wiggle up in the bed to lay your head on top of the pillow, body seeking support on his. You kept staring at each other until he moved to give you a peck and a small nudge nose to nose. Butterflies invaded your stomach and you felt yourself holding on for dear life inside.
"Do you feel as fucked as I am?", Wooseok said.
"What sense of the word are we talking here, Wooseokie?", you laughed with him.
"You know what I'm talking about. You know, the stares and stuff", his way with words made you smile. You were thankful you didn't feel it alone.
"Yeah, then I feel as fucked as you are…", you kissed him and caressed his hair again, earning a noise almost like a purr.
"Hm. What do we do?", he asked while caressing your hair as well.
"I don't know. Decide what's for dinner?".
"Easy. Pizza", he answered naturally and you snuggled closer.
"Then what we do is call the pizza place". You said quickly and he agreed with a hum. "But now we nap".
"Nap first, pizza later", he said almost asleep and honestly you were the same, the atmosphere too cozy and nice to not succumb to sleep. Maybe you were fucked but at least you were with your adorable dork.
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I Really Like You Too→Peter.p
Parings→peter Parker x avenger!reader
Summary→when you have a rough night on patrol, you decide to end it at peters house. Expect when you just think peter is going to help you get cleaned up, things turn into more.
Warnings→fluff, slight angst I guess?
A/n→this moodboard could be used for something more and I am thinking about that. But anyway this is for @icyhollands thank you for donating to help with the blm movement! I hope you enjoy💗💗
The crisp new york breeze caressed your cheek as you took off your mask. The wind making the tip of your nose slightly colder and goosebumps rise on your skin.
You sat on Peter's fire escape, not wanting to face the rest of the avengers quite yet. having them question the swollen ankle and all the cuts on your body. Peter sits at his desk, you laugh a little as he would normally do homework on a friday night but instead he has assembled some legos you heard him and Ned talking about earlier this week.
You always had a small crush on Peter, ever since he first came into the tower as tony's new project you knew there was something special. Maybe it was how smart he was, the way he looked out for you on missions, or maybe it was how awkward he was around you at first. How his cheeks would go so red when almost any woman avenger touched him. He was sweet, smart, respectful, a bit nerdy but everything you could ask for.
You softly knock on his window causing him to jump but take out a headphone to pay attention to you. He is quick to get up and unlock the window for you to come in. helping you softly as you step in, one hand around your waist and the other holding your hand.
“W-What happened? Are you alright?” he asked, trying to keep his eyes off of the skintight suit. His hand reaches up to touch the bruised skin just under your cheek.
“I didnt mean to intrude, im sorry i just cant let them see me like this just yet. You know how bucky gets i mean hes basically my—“ he cuts you off by bringing you over to his bathroom. You two quietly leave the room and he sits you on his bathroom counter. His whole first aid kit was made by May when she found this whole second life out about him. He now uses it mostly for you since when he gets hurt he stops by your place to get treated.
“T-this might sting a little.” he comes down on his knees and brings the ointment to your leg. You tense up at the feeling, but also the sight of seeing him on his knees for you makes you slightly weak.
You two sit in comfortable silence as he tends to your wounds, his hand wrapped around your leg as he tends to the swollen ankle.
“Hows Ned?” you ask trying to make light conversation while also trying not to wake his aunt. Even though you hung out with the friend group nearly daily, you didnt attend midtown. Tony didn't want any chances of you being seen and exposed so he kept you homeschooled at the tower.
“He's good, we were going to hang out tonight but he got stuck babysitting.” Peter answers honestly. You smile softly before the next question makes you lose it quickly.
“How's MJ?” you ask with more of a wander in your voice. You didn't hate MJ, no. You liked her alot, she was smart and you two had alot in common but she was gorgeous, slightly sadistic but absolutely gorgeous.
“Good as well. Friday night and she got a new book over the week so dont expect to hear from her anytime soon.” peter chuckles a little and you do too. He gets up from the floor, washing his hands and then proceeds to move to the smaller cuts on your arms and face.
“Do you ever think about MJ...more than just a friend?” you ask him and he stops. His mouth slightly opened and you can practically hear his heartbeat racing. Your body sinks deeper into the counter and you grow cold, you wished you didn't ask the question anymore.
“D-did MJ set you up to this?” he swallows hard and you shake your head.
“N-no. it just...as a friend you can tell me about your crushes pete.” you try and play it off cool but he does keep eye contact as he tends the forehead wound.
“She's a friend. Nothing more.” it's like what you asked almost offended him. His jaw clenched as he moved faster to patch you up. You reach to hold his arm for comfort but he moves it back as a sign for you not to hold him.
“I-i'm sorry did i offend you or something?” your voice is confused and broken. His hands are being washed once again. Your blood washes down the drain as he cleans himself.
He does say anything again. You hop down from the counter and follow him into his room again. The hall dark and May’s room light is shut off, shes sound asleep and you would hate to wake her.
Peter digs through his drawer and holds out sweatpants and an old shirt for you to sleep in. he hands them to you for you to change and you now feel his tension and dont even want to go to the bathroom to change. You drop the suit right in front of him. He stares as you put on the shirt and pants. His face so red and his mouth wide as youve never been so bold to do that.
“Thank you, peter.” you tell him and right before you turn around he grabs your arm.
“Can i tell you something? Promise it wont change us.” his eyes scan your face. Your lips chapped but still look so soft and kissable.
“Anything.” you go soft again and he takes a deep breath. His hands are sweaty and his eyes close before he opens them again and speaks.
“I don't like MJ because i like you.” his voice in a whisper but you can still hear. Your eyes go wide and your body goes numb.
“Peter i-” you start and he shakes his head.
“Dont. i dont need to hear it. I've been rejected by girls almost my whole life and i-” what happens next is your move that takes him by surprise. Your hands rest on his face, his cheeks soft and warm, eyes careful as they look into yours. A soft kiss on his lips. One that doesn't even last five seconds on his lips as you are quick and nervous.
You both stare at each other, so close and both wanting to say something but nothing comes out.
His hands come to your face as well, grazing the cheeks and feeling how soft the skin is. He leans in for the second kiss, kissing so lightly and longer than before. His lips move on yours with more confidence and your hands go to his waist pulling him into you.
Right before anything else can happen, a soft knock on the door causes both of you to tense up.
“Peter?” Aunt May's soft, tired voice comes through the door. “Are you still awake? I thought i heard something.” she asks and Peter grows red again.
“Uh, yeah! Just getting into bed now!” he tells her in a more worried voice. Fearing that she’ll open up the door and see the two of you.
You let out a soft laugh as you rest your forehead on Peter's shoulder. Kissing the clothed area before lifting your head back up.
“Thank you, for everything.” you smile softly and he nods. He wants to kiss you one more time but he doesn't want to screw up what has just started.
“You should probably get some sleep.” he breathes out and you nod. He sets the bed up for you and as hes about to take pillows and throw them on the floor you grab his arm.
“We can make it work for two right?” you press your lips together and he gives a lopsided smile. He falls into the bed with you and pulls you into his side.
This was one of the nights where you came into his room that he would never forget.
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Swannanoa
Heavy rain pierced Mia's bedroom window, the morning spring light peering through her sheer white curtains as her head was pressed against Michael's chest, her leg draped over his as he lay on his back, his right arm curled around her while his thumb rubbed against her bare arm. He lay wide awake, only able to get a few hours of sleep per night lately. Keeping still, he didn't dare move as Mia's peaceful inhales and exhales indicated her peaceful sleep that she had deserved, especially after working twelve hours a day for seven days in order to get overtime hours.
Michael had desperately wanted to help her - to earn his keep so to speak. While she was away at work, he would do his best to keep the house organized to keep himself occupied. For a few hours of the day, he would be located in the barn, constantly trying to earn the complete trust of Harlow and Lilo while also earning the attention of a small calico kitten that had wandered in. Mia hadn't seen the kitten yet, but Michael wanted to eventually bring it into the house as this was the first animal that came to him first for attention.
His eyes flicked down to look at her as she moved in her sleep, feeling her body shiver slightly as she nudged against Michael more, seeking him for warmth. He had noted she had been feeling sick, but as far as he knew, she hadn't yet been to a doctor as she believed it was something minor. She nuzzled her head against his chest, bringing the blanket to press under her nose, looking as if she couldn't get any air. Naturally, Michael reached to remove the blanket from her nose, afraid that she couldn't breathe, even though she could.
Feeling her jolt, she groaned and rubbed her eyes to reach for her ringing phone. Turning over out of her sleeping position to grab her phone before turning back, she sat her phone on Michael's chest, putting the person on speaker as she could return to nuzzling under her blanket, Michael's chest rising and falling in a soft chuckle at her action. "Hello?" She grumbled.
"Hey, girly. I'm sorry to bother you. I haven't heard from you in a couple of days and I got worried about you," Her friend, Sandra said. "I hate to ask, but could you watch my little girl tonight? My babysitter canceled and I know you're great with Jaydin. You don't have to if you-"
"No, absolutely. I'll watch her tonight! What time do you want me to get her?" She smiled at the thought, looking up at Michael to see him looking down at her. Babysitting? This was definitely out of his comfort zone and he was sure to stay away from it. The closest he had ever come to babysitting was killing the babysitter, not becoming one.
"Can you get her at five and I'll pick her up at eight?"
"Sure. Sounds good to me! I'll see you later!"
"Okay. Thank you so much, Mia. I'll give you the money when you pick her up."
She smiled, hanging up the phone before looking up at Michael, "It'll be okay. She's such a sweet little girl and I love babysitting her. You'll see."
He sighed in response, regretting the long hours before five o'clock came around. She giggled in excitement, secretly hoping, or knowing, that Michael would have great fatherlike instincts, giving him the opportunity to have the experience of being a parent.
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"I'll be right back, okay? She lives about twenty minutes from here." She explained, slipping on her shoes at the front door as Michael stood close to her as usual. "I promise, it's not as bad as you think. She may be seven, but she's not a tornado like most kids are. The last time I watched her, she helped me feed the horses and everything. You won't have a headache." She explained, pressing her hands on his shoulders, watching him nod slightly in response, accepting her kiss of departure as he would never get tired of her warm and caring touch.
Once starting her truck, she looked down at her phone to see a message from him, happy that he had begun to show trust in her still by sending messages. 'Be careful'
Once arriving back home, seven-year-old Jaydin got out of the backseat of the truck after Mia opened the door for her, the little girl running towards the front door of her house, her pink backpack in hand as her blonde hair swayed in its ponytail. "Girl, you're going to slip on those steps!" Mia warned as the rain had made everything slick, including the roads.
"My shoes are sticky!" She answered with a cheeky smile.
"Are they now? Can you stick on walls like Spider-Man?"
"I can try!" She giggled, pressing the bottom of her right foot to the front door.
"No, no, no. I believe you!" Mia laughed, fumbling her keys to find the right one before Michael opened the door for them, the little girl running into the house, passing Michael without a second thought, Michael staring at her as she passed by before looking at Mia to tilt his head in confusion. "She's excited. I told her we'd watch movies tonight." She explained, standing on her toes to kiss Michael's cheek, hearing the clapping on the television followed by "Jerry, Jerry, Jerry!"
"Were you watching Jerry Springer?" She laughed, watching him shrug his shoulders. She couldn't blame him, though. Jerry Springer was entertaining to watch.
"Mia!" She heard Jaydin shout from the kitchen, causing her to rush towards her little voice, afraid that something had happened. Michael was hot on Mia's heels behind her, curious as well. Once entering the kitchen, the little girl pointed up to the microwave. "Can I make popcorn?"
Mia crossed her arms, "Sure, but you can't eat a whole lot, okay?" She arched a brow, watching the girl nod in response.
Jaydin pointed to Michael, "Is he your husband?"
Mia was startled at the question, glancing over at Michael before looking back at Jaydin, "Uhm... Erm, yes, he is."
Michael snapped his head towards Mia, the familiar tightening in his chest at her answer. "Is he nice?" Jaydin asked.
"Why yes, yes he is," Mia smirked, knowing he wouldn't dare hurt her. "As a matter of fact, he'll help you make the popcorn while I go get your bath ready."
"Okay!" She smiled.
"I'll be down the hall, okay? Put the popcorn in for two minutes." She explained before getting Jaydin's backpack, taking it to the bathroom with her as it had her pajamas inside. Michael watched Mia walk down the hallway before turning to look at the little girl standing at his feet, looking up at him with her fingers twined within each other. "She told me the popcorn is in the top cabinet." She pointed.
Michael couldn't help but grin at her innocence, admiring how she trusted him so much already even though he identified as a soulless killer. But this little girl and Mia? Not a chance nothing would harm them. He went to the cabinet she pointed at, removing two bags of popcorn from the box, opening the plastic wrapper to put one bag at a time into the microwave before going into the living room to turn off Jerry Springer as he knew it wasn't appropriate for a little girl to see or hear.
He kept his ear out for Mia as she was still in the bathroom, going back and forth between the bathroom and her bedroom as she had been changing sheets or doing small chores to wrap up the evening as she left Michael to bond and get out of his comfort zone for a bit. Walking back into the living room, she saw Michael sitting on the couch with an extra-large bowl of popcorn, Jaydin sitting next to him with her legs crossed, reaching her little hand over to get small handfuls of popcorn as she had been watching Mulan.
Michael wouldn't admit it to Mia just yet, but he enjoyed spending time with both Mia and Jaydin together, feeling like he had a family of his own - to have a little girl openly accept him and trust him with no judgment and to have a woman love him even though she knew who he was or what he was capable of. "So I guess this is what a big man like you does in his spare time, huh?" Mia giggled, getting Michael's attention from the film on the television, Jaydin's gaze still on the screen.
"Jaydin, I have your bath ready, girly." Mia said.
"But, but, it's getting good!" She said.
"You can finish watching it when you get done with your bath, otherwise your water is going to get cold." Mia warned her.
"I don't care if it's cold." Jaydin replied, Michael chuckling at her reply.
Mia arched her brow, "Jaydin. Your momma said she wants you to be bathed and ready for bed before she picks you up. Do you want me to call her?"
"No," Jaydin sighed, reaching for the bowl of popcorn that was almost bigger than her. "Can I have it?" She asked Michael, watching him loosen his grip on the bowl, letting her have it with no hesitation as it was clear she had him wrapped around her finger already.
"No ma'am, you can't take that with you." Mia chuckled, taking the bowl from her. "I'll get you a smaller bowl and you can put some in there, okay? Let Michael have the rest."
"But he ate more than me!" Jaydin frowned.
"I don't doubt that," She chuckled, looking at him. "Let's go put this in a smaller bowl and you can take it with you."
"Okay." Jaydin pouted as she began her trek to the bathroom.
"You've already spoiled her rotten, Michael," Mia giggled, approaching him as he was still sitting on the couch. "I'm going to go make sure she baths. She spends more time playing than bathing and her water gets cold." She explained before kissing his cheek, feeling him pull her back to press a kiss to her lips before letting her go.
After a half-hour, Michael smiled as Jaydin ran at a full sprint back into the living room, climbing onto the couch in her pink pajamas, her hair still damp from her bath and smelling of strawberry children's shampoo. She smiled at him, opening up her arms, "Can I have the popcorn back?"
He sighed in defeat, knowing he couldn't say no to her. He handed the bowl to her, a silent chuckle leaving his lips as she began to stuff popcorn into her mouth, setting the bowl aside before climbing down from the couch, almost tripping over Michael's foot as she was looking for the remote as she knew it controlled the television. She handed it to Michael, "Can you play the movie, please?"
If he had to be honest, he didn't know how to work the remote either but was sure he could figure it out as he mentally remembered watching Mia pause the movie first when she came in to get Jaydin for her bath.
After figuring out how to press 'play,' Jaydin climbed back up onto the couch to watch the movie, the massive bowl of popcorn between her knees as she sat with crossed legs a couch cushion away from Michael. After a half-hour, he got up to investigate the noise coming from the kitchen, seeing Mia slaving over her sink to wash dishes, a slow tune playing from her phone.
He grabbed the two empty bags of popcorn, feeling guilty that he didn't throw it away when he poured it out the first time, but glad that he was able to get to the trash before Mia threw it away for him. He propped himself up onto the counter, watching her as she hadn't recognized his presence by now. Instead, he listened to the song playing in the background.
Nine o'clock rolled around and Jaydin had fallen fast asleep on Mia's couch, not even budging when Sandra knocked on the door, the short African-American woman smiling at Mia's greeting. "Thank you so much for watching her, Mia." She smiled, hugging her.
"No problem at all! It's always a joy watching her."
"I'm glad. Who's this fellow?" She asked, looking at Michael, who was not surprisingly standing behind Mia.
"This is Michael." Mia introduced.
"It's nice to meet you, Michael." Sandra smiled, reaching her hand out to shake his hand, but he didn't understand the gesture. He looked to Mia for an answer, but she nodded at him and told him that it was okay to repeat what Sandra had done. After a split second, Michael reached out his hand, his strong grip holding onto Sandra's. "You've got such a strong grip," She laughed. "That's a handshake for my husband!"
Michael flashed her a weak grin, hoping that she wasn't suspicious of him by his quiet nature. "Jaydin took more to him than me this time," Mia started. "She's got him wrapped around her little finger."
Sandra laughed, "She's the same way with Phil."
"How's it been having her? I mean-"
"She's an angel. We all love her so much," Sandra explained, seeing Michael tilting his head in confusion, asking himself 'is she not even her real mother?'. "She's our foster child. We've had her for almost a year now. In June, she goes to see her adoptive family. It's going to be the worst day of our lives." She frowned.
"Oh, no. I thought you two would get to keep her!" Mia sighed.
"Me too, but it's unfortunate how the government works. But thank you for watching her, Mia."
"No problem at all! If you want someone to watch her, keep me at the top of the list! I love having her around!" Mia smiled, hugging Sandra, the women not realizing that Michael had dismissed himself to attempt to wake Jaydin up. Instead, she groaned and reached up for him to pick her up, her little arms snaking around his neck, her thumb going between her lips as Michael's natural warmth kept her snug against him as he carried her to the front door, Jaydin lazily opening her eyes to see her foster mother, turning her face back against Michael's shoulder as she didn't want to leave.
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