#a real 'sit down son you're embarrassing yourself' kind of look

[drysaladandketchup]

FLA vs. WSH || Feb 8, 2024

[byunpum]

Mama's Boy | Part 5

Pair: Jake x neytiri x human reader (trio couple) x sully children's

Warning: cozy moments, conflict, family problems

Note: I hope you like this part, the next one is gonna be the final part...Thank you sooo much!! btw I recently opened a KO-Fi…. if you want to leave any tips or support I would appreciate it (it would help me to buy real coffee xD).

AVATAR MASTERLIST | Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6(final)

The previous day's argument was very intense. Leaving the family in a very delicate state. Even you decided to sleep alone in a kind of bed you made. You were so upset with jake, you couldn't understand why he was like that with lo'ak. Sometimes you thought Jake was ashamed of lo'ak…ashamed that you were his mother. You had been sitting quietly in the marui all day, still feeling a little bad. You were taking care of tuk, the girl was by your side. Making a necklace for you, while she was telling you everything she did in the morning. "Love be careful…you can hurt yourself" you help tuk with the needle she was using. At that, you can see how jake enters the marui, he had a basket full of fish. Looking quickly at you, walking towards where he used to leave the food that had to be prepared. You decide to ignore him, and be playful with tuk.

"baby…can we talk?" asks jake, the man had approached you, sitting down next to you. You on the other hand were acting like he wasn't there. You look up, and sigh loudly. "Tuk honey, why don't you let mommy and daddy talk alone" you help the girl pick up her materials, and wait for her to come out of the marui doing some jumping jacks. You smile a little to see how happy tuk was, oblivious to what was going on. "Tell me?" you speak, looking at jake waiting for him to start talking. "Is it true that you are thinking of leaving? "jake looks at you, you could tell he was worried. It was too dangerous for you to go back to the jungle. The RDA was looking for Jake, and when Jake's name was on the line his whole family was involved. The months you had to be alone, you never left the lab.

"I see neytiri told you everything" you say, trying not to make eye contact with him. "Love…we can fix this" Jake touches your hand, but you push him away. "Jake it's not with me that you have to fix things, it's with your son. Your behavior towards him…it's terrible." You speak, trying to hold back your tears. "Y/n you're misunderstanding things I" jake speaks, but is interrupted when you turn around and are now looking directly at him. "Jake… I have a question for you, what does neteyam like the most?" you ask. "A-ahh he likes hunting, he likes to ride his ikran. He's also a great talker," says jake.

"Okay, now tell me what lo'ak likes?" you speak up, knowing jake wouldn't answer quickly like the other question. Jake gets nervous, looking around for a moment. "He likes…he likes being with his brother. " jake speaks timidly, watching as your eyebrows draw together in anger. "Lo'ak likes to ride around and investigate things. He loves to practice with his bow, he likes to spend time with his sister kiri and all he looks forward to is his father telling him he did a great job" you were already very annoyed.

"I know…" jake speaks softly. Shaking his head, look embarrassed. "Jake your sons are not soldiers…they are children. Children who need love and attention from their father. Neteyam is not the only one here who needs to be trained. Lo'ak too, he needs you to treat him with respect and love. What does it cost you to do that?" you speak, watching as jake pulled his knees up to his chest. Becoming more like a little ball. "I just…want them to be strong and …. I'm afraid they'll be weak and won't be able to survive this chaos we live in" jake tries to explain. And yes, he was a little bit right. But that didn't justify the preference he had over neteyam. "Jake, I know all that" you wave your hands all around you. "This is all chaos, I know this isn't our home. I know what we're going through, but what does lo'ak have to do with it? Why can't you treat him like you treat kiri or neteyam or tuk? What did he do to you?" you speak, getting up from the floor. You had to walk, because the rage was consuming you. You hated it when jake tried to avoid trouble. Telling you smith answers to distract you. "He didn't do anything" jake follows you with his eyes.

"I feel like sometimes you just treat him like that, because he came from me. Because he's not completely na'vi." You had tears in your eyes, you didn't know why you were so sentimental. Even though this situation always broke your heart, you wanted lo'ak to feel loved. "Y/n never say that… this has nothing to do with you being his mother" jake in one swift movement. He takes your arm, to pull you closer to him. "I wouldn't ask for another mother for my son, you are an excellent mother" jake lets his head lay on your chest. He is silent for a moment, you didn't want to keep arguing with him. You loved your family, you loved jake, you hated being upset with him. "Lo'ak is how I was…he is so much like the stupid jake who betrayed and endangered people he cared about. That stupid jake got innocent people killed" jake speaks, you knew he was talking about grace. She had been so important to you.

You take jake's face in your hands, pulling his face up so he could look you in the eye. "But that stupid jake was the one who saved a whole clan, that stupid jake is strong and brave. That stupid jake was the one I fell in love with" you speak softly. Tears streamed down Jake's cheeks. "I want you to be the person that stupid Jake needed, for lo'ak. He needs you…" you speak, feeling jake hug you. You both stand there for a moment. "I don't want him to make mistakes that he'll regret later," jake says. "He'll get in trouble if you don't help…try to be a better parent to him. That's all I ask of you" you start walking away from jake. Picking up some things tuk had left on the ground, you go to look for the girl.

"Do you think you would have been happy if instead of me, tom was the one in this body?" jake asks you. You knew this was tormenting Jake. You had been tom's girlfriend just before he went to earth. And there he was murdered. When jake came to the RDA and took tom's place. For you it was a big shock, Jake was just like your ex-boyfriend, but so different at the same time. You had to admit that Jake was the only thing that kept you sane those months. Not to mention the relationship that formed between the two of you. Jake allowed you to see neytiri again and get closer to the clan. Jake could be a fool, but the fool you liked the most. The rest is history.

You turn around before leaving the marui, tears in your eyes. "Believe it or not, I am very happy…but I wish your insecurities didn't affect this family" you speak, walking out of the marui leaving jake alone with his thoughts. You liked that Jake opened up to you, but you would like to see him try to improve his relationship with his children. Because it wasn't just lo'ak, neteyam was also affected by jake's treatment. You pause for a moment, taking a deep breath and wiping away your tears. You calm down a bit, and start looking for tuk. Luckily for you, the girl wasn't far away. She was sitting with neteyam playing.

You approach the children, see how they look at you and their eyes light up. "Hello" you greet them, sitting down next to tuk. "Look my love, you forgot these things" you hand the things to tuk. The little girl thanks you, she didn't dare to come back for them. "Thank you mommy" tuk says, now sitting on your lap. You can feel neteyam's eyes glued to you, he knew things were not good between his parents. The news that you were likely to leave had destroyed him. Neteyam could be strong, and always be by Jake and Neytiri's side. But you were his refuge, where he could go and be a child again. If he was to be judged for a second. "Mom?" neteyam speaks to you, you look at him quickly. "Mmm?" you are helping tuk, when you feel neteyam sit down next to you. "Is it true that you are going to go and leave us?" neteyam speaks waiting for you to answer. "Mom? You are going to leave us?" yells tuk. You sigh, you had gone through a pretty strong disappointment a few minutes ago and you wanted to control yourself.

"Where did you hear that neteyam?" you look at the boy, you thought you had argued in private, but you guess your screams were too loud. "We heard it by accident, I promise" neteyam gets nervous, but you hold his hand to calm him down. "mom if you go…can I come with you?" neteyam was getting sentimental, you caress his face a little. Laughing a little and tapping your arms to give him support. "I'm not going anywhere…but if I did. Of course you can go with me." You speak, watching as neteyam pouts. You joke a little, in order to change the topic. You didn't like them getting involved in adult issues, you knew they had been through a lot. At such a young age.

It wasn't long before you started to feel a little dizzy. You tried to hold your child tighter in your lap, but you felt like you were about to throw up. Never having felt like this before. You push tuk a little so that the girl slips out of your lap, placing your hands on your stomach, you were in a lot of pain. Neteyam noticed this, and quickly began to help you. "What's wrong mom?" neteyam holds your shoulders. The vomiting was something you couldn't help, and you swore you were emptying yourself alive. neteyam held you so you wouldn't mess yourself up. "Mom!" the boy whines, he has never seen you like this before. It was so strong that as soon as you recover, your sight goes blank.

You start to get up, you could hear some voices around you. You didn't open your eyes yet, but you could distinguish them. One was from neytiri, and the other was from ronal. You could feel some warm things on your body, and some parts were wet. You start to become conscious, opening your eyes a little at a time. "Ma Y/n!!!" neytiri sounded so happy, she had a nice smile on her face. On the other hand, ronal was moving away from your body. You could tell she looked exhausted. "What happened?" you try to get up, but you barely had any strength. "You fainted again and neteyam warned us" neytiri explains, stroking your hair. Something seemed curious about neytiri, she was supposed to be worried and she looked so happy. "You are sick…you need to rest and take medicine" said Ronal, the woman was already looking in some containers for the herbs to prepare the medicine you had to take. The more you woke up you realized that you were in the marui that Ronal used to take care of the sick na'vi. "And the children?" you look weakly at neytiri. "They are with Jake, don't worry," Neytiri speaks, settling in closer to your side.

You rest a little, but you feel how Ronal starts to remove the towels that were warm before. Drying your exposed skin a bit. He had been using compresses and hot towels to try to get you up. "The medicine is a little strong, but it won't hurt the baby," says Ronal, holding out a jar of carracol. Your eyes widen in surprise, what the hell was this woman talking about, pregnant? This woman is crazy. "Baby? No, I'm not pregnant" you speak, now you had recovered all your strength. You were surprised. You look at neytiri, but she had a look that was worrying you. "ney" you push her a little, you needed her to speak. "Y/N I thought you are…since the symptoms" neytiri can't contain her joy. "Plus we did an abdominal test and we could feel something" ronal looks at you, handing you the drink. You are confused, and now you were about to vomit at the news. How could that be possible, you were sure you weren't pregnant.

Hey, you and Jake had been together. Well…ever since you had joined the clan. You two hadn't kept your hands off each other. Well… the three of you. You were sure neytiri knew you weren't pregnant. The idea of having a baby doesn't enter your head, not now that the atmosphere is so tense. You take the drink, you notice how Ronal is watching you. Making sure you take all the medicine. "Ahh it's disgusting" you complain. Listening to neytiri laugh, you liked seeing her like that. It's been a long time since you've seen her this happy, it was genuine happiness. "Well…I'll let you rest here. I'll come by later and check on you" ronal gets up from the floor, and walks out of the marui. Leaving you and neytiri alone. You were exhausted, but you can feel neytiri touch your stomach. Causing you to look at her with surprise. "We will have another baby ma y/n" neytiri smiles. "But when?" you had many questions, when you found out you were pregnant with lo'ak it was because norm did a test on you. But now it had been a natural test that na'vi women did to find out if they were pregnant. "I think it was the day at the beach" neytir laughs a little, blushing. You start to remember and you want to curl into a ball. You were scared, really scared.

"Hey, don't be scared. I'll be right here with you. And we've been looking for this for so many years," says Neytiri. And she was right, it got to the stage where the pregnancies were more about the two of you. They were very intimate between you and Neytiri. You wanted to be in on the whole process, including the excitement of being pregnant. It would build on the bonds that would be formed with the children. "I know…but this news is very unexpected…and even more so now that I want to kill Jake," you say. ""You haven't talked?"" asks neytiri, she wanted this to be resolved. "Ney…I need him to be a better father to lo'ak and you know I'm right" you speak. Neytiri is thoughtful for a moment, she knew you were right, and she would support you in whatever decision you make. And even more so at this moment. "Well, I'm going to let you rest. Ronal said he would come later. I'll come later." neytiri wanted to break the news to everyone in the family. A baby was big news for her, and she knew everyone would be happy. Giving you a soft kiss, and another on the palms of her hands. You swear you saw Neytiri jump a little in happiness, her tail wagging from side to side and the smile on her face was beautiful. You lay back on the comfortable bed and closed your eyes. You had to rest, otherwise you were going to die of madness.

"Ok, but you have to cut it like this" jake was with lo'ak. The man had decided to go looking for his son after the argument he had with you. Inviting him to go fishing, obviously this was a strange thing for lo'ak to do. But spending the afternoon with his father was making him very happy. Lo'ak was cleaning the fish as jake told him to, looking carefully at the instructions. "And what do I do with this?" lo'ak points with disgust, at the fish's stomach. "Remove it…that's disgusting" jake mimics lo'ak's wince as they both laughed. It was a very nice moment for both of them, jake had to admit that he had missed a lot of moments with lo'ak. While lo'ak and jake were busy, kiri, neteyam and tuk were sitting somewhere in the corner of the marui talking and playing with each other. When they noticed how their mother came in with a happiness. "I have good news," said neytiri.

"How is mom!!!" lo'ak gets up quickly, running to neytiri. "she's fine…but" neytiri pauses, walking over to jake to sit next to him. "What's wrong, she's supposed to just be sick at her stomach" jake says. The last he heard from you, neteyam had taken you to see ronal. And that you had a lot of stomach pain. "It's not a bad thing…come here everybody, come on!" neytiri makes the signal for everyone in the family to come over. Everyone sits around, neytiri looked so excited. "This is so big for this family… Y/N is expecting a baby" neytiri sounds the news, jake gets so excited he hugs neytiri right away. "No way!!!" shouts kiri hugging tuk and the little girl was already very excited. "Another sully to the family" says neteyam, excited. But apparently the news had not gone down well with everyone, "WHAT?" Lo'ak literally screams, capturing her parents' attention. "Lo'ak what's wrong?" neytiri is now confused, this is supposed to be a big surprise.

"Why is mom going to have a baby? She can't have one!!!" Lo'ak was getting a little upset. This was a jealous reaction, and neytiri and jake could tell. "hey lo'ak I need you to calm down" jake tries to calm him down. But the boy stands up in annoyance, getting out of the marui. "Lo'ak needs to stop having tantrums, he's too old to be having these dramas" kiri says. Neytiri taps her knee, kiri complains. Everyone in the family knows how lo'ak was with you, everything that had to do with you affected lo'ak twice as much. Jake was about to get up and go talk to the boy. But he feels neteyam's hand stop him. "Dad…I'll talk to him" says neteyam. Jake looks quickly at neytiri, who signals him to let his brother go get him. Neteyam gets up from the ground and leaves the marui to look for his brother. It doesn't take him long to find him, he was relatively close. Lo'ak was sitting in the sand, he could tell he was crying.

"Little brother…you're jealous" says neteyam. Listening as lo'ak whined. "What do you want you idiot!!!" lo'ak grudgingly replies to neteyam. But neteyam ignores him, laughing and sitting down next to him. "I know you must be feeling jealous," says neteyam. Lo'ak rolls his eyes in white. He didn't want to be messing around with neteyam, sometimes he could be very annoying. "You know…when you were born I felt a little jealous, but when tuk was born I must admit I couldn't help but feel very jealous. Our moms were with her all the time and didn't pay attention to us. " said neteyam. "Yes, but my mom has always paid attention to me" lo'ak says sounding a bit smug. Neteyam laughs, he had to admit that his little brother looked adorable. "And she's always going to love you, I'm the big brother. And having to share everything…but the love mama has for you is special and no one will ever change it," Neteyam speaks. Lo'ak is silent, neteyam stands up and taps his brother on the shoulder. Stepping away to let him think for a moment.

That same afternoon…

You were already up, and it was getting dark. You had to admit that you were pretty bored. Ronal was taking longer than usual. You wanted to be home, you felt a little better. And now that you knew you were sick and the pregnancy symptoms were making it worse, you felt somewhat reassured. Although the news of your pregnancy was not something you were very happy about. Sure, you were happy to have a baby. You had waited for this opportunity for so long, but it had to happen right now. Just now when the situation with lo'ak was very active.

You were so wrapped up in your own thoughts, that you didn't notice when Ronal entered the marui. The woman can see that you were a bit lost. "The news of the baby surprises you, doesn't it? Because it does to me," says Ronal, putting some things she brought to refill. You look at her a little startled, and became a little alert at the tone of Ronal's voice. You weren't friends, and ronal tolerated you and treated you well because tonowari told her to. "Yes…it's a surprise," you say. Trying not to sound awkward. "It seems kind of unreal to me…that one" Ronal scans you up and down. "Human is pregnant, I have doubts even with your supposed child" ronal speaks, she could be quite direct. She didn't mind hurting other people's feelings. "Excuse me?" you get more comfortable in your bed. "Don't take this the wrong way…but it's weird" ronal chuckles a little. You decide to ignore her, you didn't want to argue because you still felt a little bad.

Ronal prepared more medicine for you to take in the next few days. Supposedly some food had made you sick. After several days you are supposed to be left with only the symptoms of pregnancy. She might be a little mean, but she wouldn't hurt you. You get up carefully, leaving Marui. Ronal all this time had been making uncalled for comments about you and your child. But at no time did you want to answer him, you didn't want to cause trouble. "Hey by the way" Ronal starts talking. You stop, and look back.

"I heard you wanted to go back to the jungle…and you know what" Ronal laughs again to herself. You didn't understand what you had done to this woman, but she seemed to hate you. "I think it would be best for your family. Even for that child…lo'ak. When you weren't here, we barely heard the sully. And as far as I can see all you've done is mess everything up around here," Ronal says, turning to continue working. You sigh, you weren't going to give her the pleasure of her seeing you cry, getting out of that marui as fast as you could. Back to the familiar marui, you couldn't help but get Ronal's words out of your head, maybe she was right. Maybe they were better off without you. And now you had one more problem.

P.s The reason I wrote that the reader was pregnant is that the original request asked for two children. Lo'ak and the baby on the way. Second, the reader is still upset with jake, but I wanted to fix things up a bit. Because I want it to focus more on the relationship between lo'ak and his mom.

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[adaraprince]

The Club

Chapter 1 here! Chapter 2: Steve Rogers Chapter 3 here! Chapter 4 here! Chapter 5 here! Chapter 6 here!

-> The Daddy Club's masterlist

Warnings: This is a +18 story, dealing with topics such as sex, kinks and prostitution. Therefore, minors should not interact.

Synopsis: Steve has been left wanting more, so he decides to go back, only this time, by himself.

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Steve never expected to find himself back at the Club; he thought he'd just dismiss it as taboo, reckless, all at once. Just a story to bury in his memory.

And yet there he was; or more accurately, in the bustling street next door.

He swallowed any apprehension or embarrassment, staring at the iron-wrought door handles. All he had to do was open it, press a few buttons and ride up in the lift; it couldn't have been simpler. But I was terrified. Someone might see him, find out why he was there, what he was doing, what would the world think to discover that Captain America was paying for sex?

Maybe he wouldn't, he reasoned, maybe he would just sit down, have a drink, enjoy a conversation with that beautiful escort and leave.

And then she popped into his mind - those lips, those breasts, that tongue, everything - and he was rock hard in his trousers.

He sighed and walked over. He wasn't just there to talk.

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At your request, Delia had placed America's Golden Son in a different suite; for his first solo experience, he deserved a clean slate. You smiled at the reflection in your boudoir, imagining the nervous fidgeting, the anxious fingers around his expensive glass of whisky. It was so terribly charming.

Surrounding your lips with a fresh coat of Forbidden apple, you admired the face you'd invented for yourself, straight out of a 1940s ballroom. The outfit made it perfect, but that was a surprise, just for him. His pale pink dressing gown - also a vintage original - hid his treat.You stood up and tied the dressing gown, turning to Delia in the doorway.

"How do I look?"

She looked up, smiling in a kinder way. "A real humdinger. Gee."

You faked a laugh as you walked past her, short heels clinking on the tiles towards the Captain's private suite. Plated in gold at the door, The Boudoir was the perfect room for him. Furnished in pale silks and plush cushions and seats, it screamed feminine, feminine and private. A luxurious silk-covered bed was hidden behind a screen, a second level of intimacy; if he could find the courage. He placed it in his domain, where you call the shots. Where he could relinquish that leadership.

You had a feeling he longed for instructions.

He stiffened when you made your entrance, but the darkness in his eyes spoke of his eagerness to return. You had made quite an impression on him: his gaze was molasses, dripping with your classic attire. A homerun, from you.

"Welcome back, Captain," you said, watching his Adam's apple sway. "I was beginning to wonder if you might visit me again."

"M-Miss," what was wrong with him? Suddenly, he was back to being that stuttering bundle of nerves. It wasn't as if he hadn't done it before. "It's good to see you… I uh, just thought I'd come in… see if you were, well if you wanted to… see how you're doing?"

She gave him a kind smile back, sympathetic to his old-fashioned ideals. "Oh, I'm peachy, Captain," her careful fingers pinched the sash of her dressing gown, slowly undoing the tie. "But is that really all you wanted from me?"

With a small tremor, you dropped the dressing gown; and so did his jaw.

A Star-Spangled Singer outfit: the genuine article.

The sight of you made him pound hard on his trousers. It had always been a fantasy of his, one he was too shy to act on, your obvious mind-reading was right. The striped skirt swayed as you moved, the stars on the lapel jostled with your breasts; as if you'd just stepped off the stage in 42, you lured him back to your dressing room, and now …

His nostalgic trance was broken as you straddled his legs; settling delicately into his lap. This time, his hands met your waist without fear.

He was getting used to the modern age.

"Do you like my outfit?" you whispered, placing your arms around his shoulders. You watched his face as he drank in your body, the scent of your classic perfume, Forbidden Apple on your lips. "I chose it just for you."

His eyes widened like saucers, barely blue as he met your gaze. "So… so pretty, doll."

A small victory sounded inside you, but that was almost a guarantee.

"Thank you," you murmured, removing her right hand from your hip, playing with her fingers. "It's an original… With a few changes made. For example," you lowered his hand, just below the folds of your skirt, towards the bare, damp skin beneath. "I wanted you to have access to this at all times."

His plush lower lip caught between his teeth as his hand explored, dipping into your centre to find you already wet, quivering with his touch. "F-fuck, doll; you're already so …. so excited."

You smiled and cupped her cheeks; she was adorable, dancing around the subject. "I'm wet for you, Captain; you've got me wet, horny and ready," she pressed her forehead against yours as one finger circled your entrance. "Ready for you to fuck me."

He choked on whatever words he had, letting his index finger come up, into the velvety warmth of your folds; already spasming all around him. "God, you're strong-" he groaned, eyes moving quickly from his hidden hand, to your eyes and back again. "So tight… so fucking warm."

"And all yours," you purred, shifting in his lap. His fingers were hesitant, almost afraid he might hurt you; but curious and greedy, in equal measure. "Mmm… you can add another, if you like…"

"O-another?"

He blesses his heart. "Another finger…" she smiled, swaying her hips, showing him a rhythm. "I've seen your cock… you'll have to work me out some more, before you fill me completely."

He nodded his head fervently, though just as gently he prodded your pussy with his middle finger before he slipped inside you as well. A gasp escaped your lips, his fingers long and thick, and you dug your nails into his shoulders.

In that instant, he paused, his free hand flew to your back for balance. "Are you okay, did I hurt you?"

A sweet smile answered you first. "I'm not hurt, Captain," you whispered, flexing and swaying your hips in encouragement. Your own wiggling let you feel the ridges and joints of his fingers, the wear and years on them adding to the friction and pleasure. "That feels good. You're making me feel good."

He blinked in surprise again, before following your lead. Fingers curling, prodding, listening to moans and groans; new wetness coating your hand with equal enjoyment. "A-like that, Doll? You like that?"

She nodded, letting her head fall back and her body pick up speed. "Just like that… oh, mmm… it feels amazing…"

He was transfixed on your face now, watching your red lips gasp. Gathering his memories from anatomy class, he pressed his thumb further up your mound, wobbling for a moment until he found a throbbing bulge that made him groan.

"O-Oh Captain, yes!"

He nodded his head, his free hand gripping your waist, coaxing your quicker movements. "My God, you're pretty, doll - as pretty as these -" a red similar to your lips painted his cheeks; his blood was on fire, but he needed to see you finish first. "I want to see you come, please, let me see it…"

"I'm fucking close, so fucking close!" he didn't find himself lying; he'd let you move when you needed it, let his hand act as your plaything; ever the soldier, eager to serve.

"C-can I kiss you-?"

Your mouth fell on his in a passionate yes; and when your orgasm hit, you fed it with moans directly onto his tongue, pressing against his hand, gripping the collar of his shirt for balance. Not that he would have dared let go - kissing you, feeling your pleasure first hand, fulfilled something profound in him. For a moment, he felt like the cocky, smug man in uniform that women swooned over; everything he wasn't, just for a second.

You didn't pull away from the kiss until he did, his breathing ragged and his lips reddened and messy; Forbidden Apple forever tainted.

"W-wow… that was…" he murmured, a little drunk by the moment. "Th-thank you for that."

In response, you smiled, rocking back to your heels on jelly legs. "Thank you , Captain," he smoothed his hands across his lapels, moving to fiddle with his buttons. "You're a real gentleman, taking care of your girl like that … now, how about I take care of you?"

Those blue eyes didn't look too shy anymore; warmth and darkness crept in. "God, yes Miss."

Popping his first button, he smiled in satisfaction. "Undress and then get on the bed, handsome."

The small thrill of calling him something other than Captain spurred him on; within seconds he was naked and sprawled on the soft sheets of the hidden bed, ready to go. His cock said the same, leaning into his hard stomach and pulsing with his heartbeat.

You made a show of wiping the royal drool from your lip; but it wasn't going in your mouth. Not that day.

Your knees sank into the soft mattress on either side of his hips, his length lodged against your inner thigh. You'd be lying if you said you weren't expecting this.

"Has anyone ever ridden your cock before?" you purred, reaching under your skirt and giving him some shallow strokes, not that he could get any harder.

"Hnn…I tried a couple of times," you liked, honest and squirming underneath you. "B-but ladies always say they can't stay that way…"

His sentence died in a gasp as you rose slightly, pressing the tip of him against your wetness.

"Hm… we'll see about that."

The first few inches hurt , the size of him, you expect, and you don't hide the way your eyes roll back as you take him further. He doesn't grip your hips, either bruised or hard; trembling fingertips ghost on your thighs, scared to force anything. Afraid to ruin the moment.

You take his hands and plant them firmly on your hips, twisting to take him deeper, none of that fear, not on your command.

"Mmm… M-Doll…" is all Steve can do not to lose it; so tight, so wet, so perfect. It wasn't his inexperience or his dryness; the grip and caress of your pussy was so good. "Oh my… fuck…"

"Ahh … I agree," you tease, but try to keep your composure; with a final jolt, you are fully seated, throbbing, thick and overwhelming. "Ohh … oh Captain, you feel fantastic."

Eyes scrunched up tightly, he's struggling not to twitch, spasm or scream. "P-please, please, please doll, you have to move, or-or I'm going to…"

Poor thing, I'm just looking for his commands.

He flexed his thighs, rising slightly; enough to make his mouth open. "Uh… oh god, you weren't kidding," you teased, still barely lifting off him with each contraction. "So big… I'm so fucking full, so good…"

He replied with a hesitant moan. "Yes… fuck, you feel so good doll…" with a mind of his own, his hands slid upwards, playing with your attire; only to eagerly cup your breasts with familiar ease.

Golden Son was more excited than he let on.

He increased his speed, rocking in measured time as his own hands caressed your expansive torso, the hard muscles beneath the immaculate skin. Every inch of him was an aphrodisiac; beyond the swaying, you were about to bounce up and down his length, stimulated by his groping hands, the twist and jerk of his hips he tried to hide. It was so close you could feel it and you would take it there….

But you hardly expected a full twist on your back, his sturdy limbs caging you in; all without slipping from your heat.

A switch flicked behind those blue eyes, now open and determined above your gaze. He ran his fingers through your hair, growled against your lips as his onslaught set a new pace; faster, harder, hungrier than he was used to.

But were you ever along for the ride.

"Ahh! Captain, yes!" You wouldn't throw a spanner in his fervour; He punctured deeper impact points that awakened live wires inside you. Your own nails dug into his shoulders. "F-fuck yeah! Just like that, fuck me!!!"

"Yes-" she said hoarsely. "Yeah baby doll, you like it like that, nice and hard?"

What a mouth she hid from the audience.

"Yes, oh yes, yes, fuck, so good," it was delicious; but with your orgasm already achieved, you wanted hers. Desperately. She cupped her jaw, moaning her demands to his lips. "I want you to come for me, please, please, please come for me…"

Though he never stopped, a small doubt filled his misty eyes; true, he was close, about to burst, but past experience made him pause. "Wh-where … where do you want it to end…?"

You smiled and brushed his lips with a kiss. "Inside me; come in my pussy, Captain."

And like a storm, it erupted.

An animal cry rumbled in his chest as the rope in him snapped; balls tight and pressed as hard as he could, he pumped every ounce of his spend into your waiting walls. The heat, spreading inside you, setting you on fire, triggered a new series of spasms in you; and together you combined with him, a tangled mass of quivering limbs, skin slick with sweat and satisfaction.

»»————-⍟ ★ ⍟————-««

He wasn't as obvious as his teammate with the payoff.

Delicately hidden under the pillow you rested your head on was your fee, but with the night he'd shown you, the refund crossed your mind. Incredible stamina, eager to please, happy to relinquish control, and a cuddle too.

But a girl's gotta eat.

"Thanks for coming to see me, Cap," you hummed from the bed, watching her button up her shirt. Traces of your perfume clung to his collar. "You're a … true gentleman."

He smiled more easily this time, confident, clearer with who and what you were. "Always glad to be of service, doll," he swallowed a bit of lingering shyness. "No one, uh… I've never finished … inside, like that, before."

You resisted the urge to wonder, simply tossing back your sex-tussled hair. "Glad to serve you, Captain."

He let out a laugh and shot you a look; fully dressed, he approached the bed once more, preparing his arms to hover over you. "Can I kiss you? Just one more time?"

"Of course."

It was so much sweeter then; a sweet goodbye, but not forever. Just something to revel in, to savor on your way home. You would do the same.

"Mm… you really are a wonder," he hummed, studying your face. A question, no longer so coy, bubbled in his mouth. "I had Uh… I was wondering…"

"Yes?"

"Can I bring a friend next time?"

[the-firebird69]

We do understand what's happening here and we are on it these people are very ornery and mean and ridiculous they want everything by threatening one person and they don't treat him as of his valuable so we are proceeding to eliminate them permanently and a bunch of jokes and they're delusional and they're insane and they're very mean I mean a lot of them really needed to die a long time ago especially this guy Billy Hicks AKA Donald Trump and how embarrassing that's what was the whole time and what is he acts like a retard he doesn't know what that means Colorado excluded him from the ballot and he doesn't get what that will do. We feel bad for him he's so stupid anybody can look it up you have to obey the law in this country you can't do what you're doing and become president and he is already filed the appeal and you would think that he would notice talking about he doesn't really he doesn't know it's important he doesn't believe people can stop him see huge bombastic f** and he's lost tons of stuff it doesn't really understand what it means and some sort of teareful retard. And our son and daughter say boy what an odd homo what a way to lose in front of everyone and to see them you go down the whole world watching him be this huge jackass saying the wrong things doing the wrong things and embarrassing the Max and the max they can't get it either Mac Daddy does you're showing weakness you're showing stupidity and massive amounts of arrogance and that you're sick to everybody on Earth every day he says you Max make huge mistakes because people have a psychology and they're saying they're animals and it's ridiculous he said in a way you're right and you should know better because that's kind of what it is with us and our kind Max says and it's true they look and they see a rabbit in the trap and that's you guys and I see your idiots going against you I mean really come on how dumb does it look oh they're going to attack themselves and we have to do something and they're going to be on you and what a fruitcake show and ugliness your whole life is looking forward to arguing with each other to the end and really that's kind of what it is and none of you really deserve anything so I'm not sure what the argument is you're arguing it doesn't make any sense none of you have any backup for it.

You're sitting here watching the battle and Sue and it's going on and it's pretty hefty there's a large number of people in this battle and it's a very large war and it's going on now and your people are being decimated while you're sitting here causing things to see it worse cuz you're real smart and nobody else is going to support you except those people who are gone. And we of course don't like you at all anything all sorts of dumb things well whatever you're on what you're doing is going to be stopped we can't stand you at all you're disgusting you have some dumb things to say about just about everything and you get beat up for it and you don't care you spend your spent and we're watching the attempted invasion and we see Tommy f cringe corse he's not doing anything and he's not smiling meaning I don't think he likes you people what are these other idiots. And there's a lot of people who are going to after you idiots and after you made yourself weak enough they don't like you. Anyways it's just good for you to know that at the end of the line once you're done in fighting you're going to face real armies who were telling you to stop doing that.

It is a huge battle there's giant armies from each side the pseudo empire called war and they're fighting out there very hard watching huge attacks on you warlock and they're getting bigger and they're firing all sorts of weaponry. They're bringing more arms and more weapons and they're fighting you in space which will soon be over they need the ground they need space support, morlock had about 4 billion ships right now you have two billion. And they're fighting to get here and you pseudo empire is repelling them and they're cutting them into a third right now of what remained. Some ships are trying to go elsewhere and they're saying to Venus and code on the radio and the empire is hitting them. And Lady Gaga just waving her hand and a son and daughter are saying goodbye and you're stupid can't you see that. And maybe you're delusional it seems that they're not going anywhere and she's upset and all the stuff so that happens the same way every time and she doesn't get it and her son and daughter have had enough of her what a pain in the ass. And she's not very bright and it's been found out lately she's just messing stuff up and she's threatening for her act and people are grossed out. It's going to come down to it that she is realizing she's wrong and she's kind of knowing that the whole time. There's a lot of other stuff happening and I'm going to get to it at some point

Thor Freya

Olympus

We're glad this is finally happening and you too idiots are fighting because you need to get it out and get it over with and we need to get both you out and get you over with you're disgusting losers

Hera

Don't get us wrong we're going to take everything that you leave behind more lock and we are going to take huge territory over and scrap just about everything you have because it's useless crap. And you are obscene having these morons bother me it's a huge error and it blew everything that you had just to sit here and watch me take over the planet because your people like being mean

Zues

Yeah I don't get it Tommy Ellen you get on the line and you're being mean and you don't understand what we're saying and all and we already said it we should watch out for you cuz you still some sort of boat hull design. Are you still a whole boat design that's impressive you are like 55% you're available half now because we started to fight you on what you're doing and you insisted on continuing your penny b******* what you doing now and you're going to be dead thankfully you're such a moron I couldn't stand looking at you you're an ugly piece of s*** I don't know what to tell you you all look like middle-aged women fat and you're gross and it looks really odd

Jen AKA Hera

We're going to publish now

Thor Freya

Olympus

[pottahishotasf]

── 𝓘𝓽'𝓼 𝓐𝓵𝓵 𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 ──

Loki Laufeyson x Reader Summary ▻ It's all right to cry. Warning(s) ▻ mentions of death, blood and crying. lemme just say - It's pure fucking angst. Word Count ▻ 700+

ɴᴀᴠɪɢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ | ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ | ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ

He wasn't the kind to show emotions.

He grimaced at the thought of vulnerability such as him crying or showing emotions except for anger - many, not only himself thinks only the weak cries.

In plain words he did not want to be known as someone “weak”.

But that changed the moment you entered his room and saw his vulnerable state.

Sitting at the corner, his head on his lap, his cries getting louder, apparent that he did not hear someone set foot in his chamber.

He sure was embarrassed - attempted to make you leave by shouting, but you stayed in your place - stood your ground, looking straight into his eyes - adamant to stay - not even flinching when he neared your form and shoot his hand up as a threat.

When he realized he cannot do anything to make you leave - he, at some point gave up.

You sat down beside him and he felt some kind of relief - comfort as he enjoyed your silly company not that he'd say it out loud.

Comfortable to the point where you - without warning - began rubbing his back as a simple reassurance that you're there and the next thing he remembered was him sobbing on your shoulder as you continued to caress his back.

Maybe that wasn't the first time you witness him cry.

One night, you saw him at the dimly lighted corridor of Valaskjalf - you were just suppose to take a quick stroll to tire yourself 'cause you couldn't drift back to sleep, but you saw his silhouette.

"We're you crying?" You questioned.

He did not know someone would be wandering around the Palace at twilight, he wiped the evidence on his face and make an effort to hide his sniff with a cough - fixed his appearence and avoid your curious gaze.

"I was not."

"Yes, you were." You insisted, sitting beside him.

"No I wasn't. Crying is only for the weak - the ones like your kind." He, once again denied your accusation, straightening his posture to finally glare at you.

"Hmm, you don't have to hide it - it's all right."

Whenever there's a single pessimistic thought that would pass his mind, your words would always ring in his head as a reminder of being comforted by someone.

It's all right, everyone cries at some point in their lives - I, too admit in doing such a thing.

It's all right.

It made him look forward at the end of the day to let it all out by bawling his eyes out in his lonesome chamber.

Sobbing it all out gave him a relief - relieved that some weights on his shoulder had disappeared - he noticed that sometimes he laughs while in that exact moment, his father's words ringing in his head: Men do not cry, it will make you look weaker than you already are.

Which he found astonishing, as he was - at this moment doing the thing that make him look "weak"

Frigga passed.

He ones remembers the time Frigga taking care of him as if he's her real son, she would talk to him with a mellifluous voice, it was so gentle that anyone could sleep at any given time.

He sobbed harder as he pictured in his head how Algrim, one of the dark elves made his Mother suffer.

But whenever he thinks about it hard enough, he blames himself for her death.

***

Now, he's once again sobbing on your shoulder, but you weren't the one comforting him - it's the other way around - he's the one comforting you.

Holding you in his arms, rocking back and forth, his cries for help echoing all throughout the Palace, but no one can hear as they were preoccupied with stopping the Dark Elves to pass through them and get to Jane as you bleed out with Malekith's blade, still intact inside you.

"Don't you dare close your eyes and leave me." He hissed, looking around searching for any help.

"Shh, it's fine - just leave me be and go help Thor and the others."

"No." Swiping his thumb on your cheeks and pulled you in for a kiss - "This all my fault." He adds as an afterthought.

"it's not your fault." You grab him by his cheeks to pull him in and let his forehead rest against yours.

By now, his cheeks were stained with your own blood.

"Please don't leave me." He whined as you fluttered your eyes closed.

He now once again relived how Frigga died, but this time it was you and the event happened in front of him.

A/n: this is a quick one because I was bored - I was in for some fucking angst and yeh... I want to make a part two - I don't really know at this point ;-;

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@maelycious @slvtfor-gingerpubes @lilmissquackson @honeygarfield @raajali3

[charliedawn]

Imagine being an old classmate of Lucius and him stumbling upon your shop

As soon as the blond boy enters your shop, you know that trouble is not far behind. The boy is touching an item when another man comes in and warns the child by hitting his hand that was handling said item with his cane, sending him a stern look.

" Come on, Scorpius. Stop acting like a child. You shouldn't touch things that aren't yours. Your father would be ashamed.."

The voice, the look, the hair..Oh no..You would have recognized that condescending tone anywhere. You are about to back away slowly and hide in the back shop when the man coughs from behind you to get your attention.

" Shopkeeper, I am searching for a crystal ball for my grandson's class of Divination. Do you have any of those ?"

The hair at the back of your neck stand on edge at the pompous voice dripping with disdain, but you force yourself to smile and turn around to greet the client.

" For sure, sir. Please, follow me."

He doesn't seem to have recognized you yet and you thank Merlin for that miracle. You show him the different crystal balls and he inspects each one of them with the minutiae of a true expert, but you know that deep down, he is absolutely clueless. You almost let out a snort when he chooses the most useless of the crystal balls to buy, surely because it is the most expensive one and that the Malfoys ever had only one motto : Higher is the price Better quality it must be. You still cash it in and try to contain your laughter at the bad deal the man had just bestowed upon himself. However, you fail to see his brat outside, practicing the Alohomora spell on your front door and before you could truly comprehend what had happened, your door shuts close and traps you both inside. Lucius pales at his grandson's action and immediately withdraws his wand to open the door, but the spell doesn't work and he groans in annoyance.

" What is this ?! Why don't my spells work ?!"

You sigh before looking at your watch..6 o'clock. Of course.

" It won't work. Because of the many thieves roaming the street at night, I spelled this door to not succumb to any spell after 6 o'clock at night..It won't open until 6 o'clock tomorrow morning."

He turns towards you, obviously unnerved and is about to yell at your incompetence when a sudden glimmer of recognition lits up his eyes.

" Wait..I know you..You were in my house. Your name is Y/N, isn't it ?"

You scoff before mockingly clapping.

" Bravo ! Took you long enough.."

He growls at your mocking gesture before looking at the door with a scowl.

" Were you always that irresponsible ?"

You rise an eyebrow before rebutting.

" And you, were you always that annoying ? On second thoughts, don't answer that..this is why nobody invited you to the Yule Ball !"

He blushes in embarrassment and mumbles angrily.

" Why you little..Because I had Narcissa !"

You roll your eyes before replying with a jeering tone.

" Thanks Merlin, you had her ! Or you would still be a virgin !"

You would have never thought to see such passionate hatred in Lucius' eyes, him who usually remained so calm and who always had the perfect comeback. But, as you are both trapped, you sigh before getting two chairs and placing them next to each other while he stands still. You sit down and cross your arms before sighing exasperatedly at him.

" Are you going to stay up all night ? Come on, I don't bite..often."

He humphs at that last part before looking at the chair, maybe trying to decipher if there are any traps under the cushion. But, he finally indulges. You both sit next to each other in silence until Lucius sighs and admits.

" You're wrong, you know ? Someone did invite me..I never knew who it was though ? However, what I do remember, is the effort they had put inside the letter..The silver lines moving like snakes around the paper and the green velvet envelope..They even used perfume: a rich fragrance of mint, leather and a hint of fresh nightingale. No name had been written though and this is why I thought it was Narcissa, since she had been trying to find a way to invite me for a while..But then, I asked her about it and she never dared to admit that it was her who wrote it, I found it cute at the time..But now that the divorce is in motion, I really doubt that it was her."

He sighs loudly before pinching the bridge of his nose with two fingers, exhausted. You had noticed the heavy eyebags and could only imagine what a single grandfather Lucius could be like. No wonder his grandkid locked him inside. But, since he had been nice enough to share his worries with you, it's only normal that you do the same.

" My shop is on the verge of collapsing, nobody is interested in buying quills and papers now that they have those damn muggle phones..It must be me ? I live in the past and now, reality is hitting me hard in the face.."

He listens to you without interrupting and smiles nearly compassionately at you.

" Guess muggles aren't that great anymore, huh ? I knew that, at some point, our worlds would merge, I just didn't want the Wizarding World to be lost forever..It's sad really."

You can't help but laugh bitterly at his comment.

" A Malfoy will remain a Malfoy ! Always with your ideas of purity and against any kind of change ! If you had just been a little more open-minded, maybe you wouldn't be the most hated family in all the Wizarding World ?"

He only scoffs dismissively at your comment.

" What is the point of being liked when you have power ?"

You look at him and smirk.

" Power ? True power doesn't come from money, Lucius..If you had been paying a little bit more attention, you would have known that power comes in many different shapes and forms..Everybody could have power over anybody, if they only know how to play their assets.. "

He arks an eyebrow at you before smirking as well and asks almost daringly.

" Really ? And what power do you have over me then ?"

The both of you ferociously stare at each other for a while and then, you finally decide to jump on him and tackle him to the ground, to his greatest astonishment. Before he can do anything, you take his cane and throw it away. You then take some nearby rope and, in a few minutes, Lucius is defenseless. When he tries to speak, you put your hand around his throat and squeeze. He grits his teeths and you smile victoriously.

" What was that you were saying about true power ? See how easy it was for me to take the upper hand ? You Malfoy men, always playing the same dangerous game..Over and over again. Never learning that it takes a woman to truly feel powerful..Now that Narcissa is gone, it would be a shame if I were to bite your head off ? Who is going to save you ? Your son ? I doubt it..He hates you. Your wife was your best protection, people always underestimate the power of a mother..But, dear Lucius, you should have known better than treat everyone you come across as pathetic worthless worms..Now, you can either tell me that you were wrong, or I'll tell everyone that a mere half-blood has put the great Lucius Malfoy on his back.."

His eyes widen at the revelation before remembering that he had never seen your mother..Your father was a metamorphmagus and many respected him and that had always been enough..He should have definitely digged deeper. He groans, trying to free himself, but to no avail. He finally glares up at you with everything he feels: disgust being a very distinctive look on him.

" Let me go this instant, you filthy mud..!"

But before he could finish his sentence, you bit his shoulder so profoundly that he finds himself on the verge of screaming..He only hisses instead and you then whisper in his ear.

" Ask nicely..and I may consider it."

He sighs, how could he have been so stupid ? And now, he is pretty sure the memory of submitting to the halfblood would stay in his mind forever..

" Could you please let me go ?"

He finally asks politely but, he is surprised when you start kissing up the side of his neck.

" See ? You can be nice when you want to.."

He groans, still frustrated, but also strangely aroused by all this..But, of course that, he would never admit it to you. He only closes his eyes and hopes that you will stop when you notice that he isn't paying attention to you anymore. However, you aren't going to let him go so easily. You take him suddenly by the chin to force him to look back at your flashing yellow eyes and, to his surprise, you growl.

" Eyes on me, pretty boy..You wanted to see real power ? I'll show you what real power looks like.."

Again, you attack his neck and grind against him until he sees stars.

" You..You will never.."

He tries to speak, but his words get lost when you get him out of his coat and throw it to the ground carelessly.

" Hey ! That coat costs more than your whole damn muggle shop !"

You bite him again, a little less hard on his clavicle, only to shut him up again and roll your eyes playfully at him.

" Me who always thought that you were an ice king, you are just a snow princess.."

He opens his eyes wide at the nickname before glaring at you.

" What did you call me, parasite ?"

You dramatically put your hand at the level of your chest, as if the insult had hurt you before smirking down at him.

" What ? Is that the best you got ? Parasite ? Well, don't forget that said parasite is the one who is making you harder than rock right now..Must hurt, isn't it baby ?"

He clenches his jaw hard at your taunting tone before suddenly raising his pelvis to hit yours, making you moan loudly. When you open your eyes again, he is grinning up at you and asks mockingly.

" What was that ? I thought you said you were going to show me power, but all I hear are the purrs of a pitiful kitten who thinks she is a predator.."

You growl and put your hands around his throat. You aren't playing anymore and want to kill him..To kill him for everything he had done, everything he was..

" Die, you piece of trash !"

But, far from being affected by your sudden death sentence, Lucius only smiles weakly at you and takes your wrists that are shaking around his throat. He takes your moment of inattention to flip you under him, your wrists pinned to the floor.

" It isn't fair.."

You mumble almost in tears as he frowns in incomprehension at you. Why are you crying ? You are the one who had attacked him first, and now you are the one saying that it isn't fair ? As if you could read minds, you try to explain.

" I tried so hard to escape..To escape from you Malfoys and the misery that you seem to surround those who try to get close to you..But even years later, I still end up crossing your damned path !"

He tilts his head to the side, surprised by your sudden outburst and stares at you while you start sobbing and wiggle to set yourself free. When he is sure that you aren't going to attack him again, he slowly shifts his hands from around your wrists to gently wrap them around your waist. He then cradles you in his arms and puts his chin on the top of your head before closing his eyes, calmly stroking your back with his hand to soothe you. It takes a few moments for the both of you to calm down and get back to a normal regular breathing rhythm.

" Soon, I'll be out of your shop and you will never see me again.."

You know that he is trying to reassure you, but the realization makes your heart skip a beat in fear. You would not see him again..He would never know who wrote him that letter all those years ago..He would forget about you. Narcissa had been clear on what would happen to you if you ever dared tell him who was the true writer of the letter..But, would it really matter now ? Narcissa was gone and Lucius was there, his arms wrapped around you. Also, surprisingly, had not make a move to get his wand back to Avada Kedavra you yet. It was a good sign, right ? You look up at him and as soon as your eyes meet, you know that he isn't going to hurt you. You then look at the crystal bowl that he had bought, broken and splattered on the floor. You sigh before reluctantly standing up and getting your most precious crystal ball out of the shelf and giving it to him. He frowns in confusion at your gift.

" What are you doing ? I haven't paid for that one.."

You smile genuinely up at Lucius before silently picking his coat up and running your hand on the soft material before giving it back to him as well.

" I think it should be better if you would take a moment to rest, Mr Malfoy..My behavior was inappropriate and I shouldn't have acted the way I did. It was foolish of me and I humbly ask that you do not sue the shop for my mistake. It is already in a very bad condition and I do not have the money to pay you back for what I did to you.."

He opens his eyes wide in shock before looking at the items in his hands, and finally lays them on a nearby table.

" I do not care about all that now. I don't even understand you. At first, you say that you hate me and try to kill me, then you bite me and try to seduce me in a very odd and savage way, and now this ? What are you trying to tell me, Y/N ?"

You bawl your hands into fists and bite your inner cheek in order not to say anything and turn around to leave. He is to never know who you are or why you are angry at him..You thought he was smart, but you had to admit that he was not the one you thought he was.

" This is where we part ways, my ice prince. Tomorrow, you will come back to your kingdom of paper people and fake happiness and I'll be just another insignificant person that you will forget..Until then, I suggest we both sleep our separate ways. The sofa on your right will be just enough comfort for you and I'll be sleeping in the back with the best company one can have: books."

He stares at you for a few seconds, dumbfounded, before following you and locking the door behind him. You squint your eyes suspiciously as he flashes you a dark grin.

" After all this time, I finally found you.."

The dangerous vibe he is giving you makes you quiver in fear and you step back until you hit the wall. He chuckles at you poor attempt to escape and when he looks up at you again, you can see that his icy blue eyes are nearly glowing in the dark. He gets out his cane that you regret not having taken and slowly makes his way to you, running the tip of his wand on the many books kept on the shelves. You suddenly feel cold sweat running down your back, is he going to kill you ? You wonder as he stops just in front of you and his eyes brighten as he slowly makes a mental map of your body with his eyes that give away a certain appreciation..Is he planning on disposing of your body piece by piece ? Suddenly, he take you by the jaw and forces you to look directly in his eyes as he runs the tip of his wand on your cheek, neck and collarbone. He then leans forward and whispers in his low baritone voice.

" I hope you had fun teasing me..Because it will be the last time I'll ever allow you to make a fool out of me..What ? You thought I wouldn't recognize the perfume ? You stink of the same thing you sprayed that letter ages ago..And, if it wasn't for that, there is only one person that I've ever heard call me ice prince."

He knew. He knows. Oh no..You feel your eyes sprinkle with tears in front of the truth. When you think things couldn't get any worse, he summons said letter with his magic and smirks at your horrified expression.

" I kept it. Want me to refresh your memory ?"

He doesn't wait for an answer before starting reading out loud the subject of your embarrassment.

" My ice prince, I have been considering over the past few months to ask you humbly to accompany me to the Yule Ball. My dreams are filled with your scent and marvelous blue eyes that seem to light up a path to Heaven. When I close my eyes, my thoughts are filled with images of your delicate..Oh my !"

He stops abruptly and glances at you with a sinful smile.

" I had forgotten how detailed the letter was..I remember making Narcissa very happy the following day. To think that it could have been you..You must be feeling so disappointed.."

You blush vividly and try to get out of his grip by scratching his face, but he takes both of wrists and pins them above your head with one hand before continuing reading, not the least bothered.

"Oh no, my darling..You'll stay right there and listen to every word you wrote me..You'll listen and I'll make sure that you remember all of them by heart by the end of the night.. That way, you can shout all you want about how you've put the great Malfoy on his back, but I'll have the immense pleasure to tell everyone who I've succeeded in bringing to her knees."

Your heartbeat quickens at his words and you try to get back up, but Lucius doesn't let you. He pins you down to the table while motioning you to stay quiet.

" You..You're evil.."

You manage to gasp out and he chuckles, as if the insult in itself was some kind of hilarious joke.

" Coming from you ? It's a compliment, my dear..You bit me and tried to kill me. Now, where was I ? Ah, yes..Your delicate hands around my throat and your tongue against the crook of my neck.."

He leans in and slowly and sensually licks your neck from your collarbone to that place behind your ear. He then proceeds to whisper in the shell of your ear.

" I must admit, you are far more responsive than Narcissa at the time.."

His hand lowers itself agonizingly slow down your waist until he reaches your waist and suddenly uses it as leverage to drag you towards him brutally, as if to make you realize that it is happening, that he is here, that it isn't all just a dream..

" Your lips look irresistibly pleasing, my dear..Mind if I get a taste ?"

Before you can say anything, his lips are upon yours and his tongue is invading every crevice of your mouth. You roll your hips against him as a response and he slowly drags his other hand from your wrist to your throat. He squeezes lightly and with your free hands, you cradle his face for him to stay still.

"..I've never seen such beautiful sapphire eyes and only the thought of you makes me want to sing and dance.."

The letter falls from his hand as he understands that he doesn't have to remind you..as you've never truly forgotten. He kisses you again, but sweetly this time. Before you can continue however, he stands up and gets out of the room, leaving you hot and bothered.

" What are you doing ?!"

You yell, almost in despair and he only chuckles before closing the door behind him.

" I did what I said. You won't forget that letter any time soon..However, I can't allow myself to be seen with an half-blood..It would be improper."

" Im..Improper..?"

You repeat, as if dumbstruck by the fact that you may have been played with..You look at the door with a glare before getting up and walking determinedly towards the door. You try to open it, but find it locked.

" Lucius ! Open this door right now !"

But you are only met with a laugh from the other side.

" Good night."

You try to open it by force, but it doesn't work and you can't do anything but declare defeat. You get back to the table and sit on it before burying your face in your arms, trying to muffle your tears as Lucius had, once again, tricked you. But, to your surprise, you hear the door opening and see Lucius standing there, guilt written all over his features.

" I..I didn't think that you would actually cry.."

You don't know what angers you the most : his genuine shock or the fact that he is now staring at you, completely lost ? You try to get past him, but he doesn't let you and cages you in his arms.

" Come on..You know I was only playing. I was going to open it soon enough.."

You try to get out of his grip, but the man is not ready to let you go any time soon. He even tightens his hold on you and you finally lean back, inhaling his very expensive cologne.

" Am I just a game to you, Lucius ?"

You ask with a heavy heart and he decides to answer truthfully.

" At first..you were. But, now ? I don't think so. After the war, I understood that I may have acted wrong. I'm still trying to get better. I may have had very bad ideas over this concept of pure-blood supremacy and other..But, I know now thanks to my son and my grandson that I acted out and I wish to make amends. I truly do. This is why, I think I want to give it a try..Will you help me ? Please ?"

You are taken aback by such honesty in Lucius, but still nod in agreement.

" I have had many phases in my life, some when I hated you and some when I lov..liked you. I don't think that you are a bad man, Lucius. I just think that you are a very ambitious and very proud person. If you could just spend some time with people like me..You would see that we aren't so different..This is why I'm willing to make the first step."

He looks at your outstretched hand for a moment before finally taking it with a small smile.

" I'm looking forward to working with you, Miss Y/N."

The next day, Lucius is finally free from the shop and remains courteous. He even apologizes on behalf of his grandson and Draco seems surprised by his sudden change in behavior.

" Did you use magic on him or what ?"

He asks you in a whisper, but you only laugh heartily and shake your head.

" No. I just talked to him..and he listened."

Lucius smiles, his eyes creasing a bit and you glance at each other with a knowing look. Lucius would be back. He had still much to learn afterall..

[mistaeq]

Tuesday, 29th December

Greek Mythology!Duwang Gang AU: Headcanons

TW // sliiight nsfw-ish or non-con hints in dionysus' part. come on it's dionysus.

Today I offer you these babies. Tomorrow who knows. Hope you enjoy, I had fun with writing these.♡

Greek Mythology AU: Duwang Gang Headcanons. [includes: Higashikata Josuke, Nijimura Okuyasu, Kujo Jotaro, Hirose Koichi, Yamagishi Yukako, Kishibe Rohan]

WORD COUNT: 2k

HIGASHIKATA JOSUKE as APOLLO

Seen as the most beautiful god, Apollo has been recognized as a god of archery, music and dance, truth and prophecy, healing and diseases, the Sun and light, poetry, and more. One of the most important and complex of the Greek gods, he is the son of Zeus (Joseph) and brother of Artemis (Holly). As the protector of young, Apollo is concerned with the health and education of children.

He's seen every early morning, on his chariot, to bring the sunlight up in the sky, all over the Olympus. Josuke's the dream of many nymphs, who look at him from afar, singing songs for the god with their sweet voices, a sound so sweet, a sound so celestial... which is covered up by Apollo's voice fucking around the Olympus with young Dionysus (Okuyasu), pulling pranks on Poseidon (Jotaro) or getting drunk.

You're the most envied creature out of everyone in the Olympus, because Josuke only has eyes for you. Envious nymphs stare at you, and comment on you, trying to convince themselves that they're way better than you are.

"Don't listen to their envy and their insults, they don't know how to cope with the fact that I have clear preferences..." he'd say, caressing your cheek and neck. "This is what poisons relationships and romances... envy... jealousy... but we don't have these useless problems, do we, love...?"

His relationship with other gods on the Olympus is usually fine, but it's not like he cares about hiding his feelings. Almost everyone who knows Josuke, will get to know after not even a week that the god is crushing on you, and that he wants to marry you. You sure hope he's not gonna behave the same way he did to Daphne...

It seems that he has healing powers, and if you happen to not to be a deity, he'll gladly use them on you, Josuke wouldn't forgive himself if anything happened to you.

NIJIMURA OKUYASU as DIONYSUS

Surely not known for his capability to reasonate, Dionysus was the ancient god of wine, fertility, ritual madness, theater, and ecstasy. The god is shown to be a beardless, sensuous, naked or semi-naked youth. Though Dionysus was mostly a kind and generous deity, he could be cruel when he needed it. For some reason, Aphrodite (Yukako) doesn't want to get close to him. She looks scared.

He doesn't do much, during the day. Let's say his favourite thing are feasts. Not really chaste ones, to be completely true. Okuyasu's mind is almost totally hedonistic, and won't feel guilty just because he spent a day watching dancing maenads and had fun teasing them with his Thyrsus instead of caring about whatever mortal dude needed him on Earth. Most of the time he's drunk, but Josuke has his back for some reason.

Many say they don't envy you for being the god's favourite creature, but you don't really care. You enjoy lying down with Okuyasu, caught in a ecstatic feeling as he turns you on with his touch and teaseful words whispered at you.

"Tell me, is it embarrassing for you to be the only one to lie beside me during feasts?" He'd run his lustful gaze and hand all over your body as he asks so, and smirk a little. "No? It isn't...? Sounds like you really like it instead, to be completely honest. Good... really good, in fact. Kiss me now."

He doesn't really have a brilliant relationship with other deities, apart from Apollo. He sometimes sees Echo (Koichi), but not much more. Still, everyone knows it when he has someone he's interested in. The man becomes possessive, Okuyasu will make sure everyone knows you're his. He might give a demonstration during feasts.

He likes to feed you grapes, and in case you liked wine, Okuyasu would want to hold the glass for you as you drink. He likes to do this for you, and you don't mind letting him.

KUJO JOTARO as POSEIDON

Poseidon is the violent and ill-tempered god of the sea. He is nowadays known exclusively as a sea god, but in ancient times, he may have been the god of the earth and fertility or even the supreme god of the sky. His huge height and strength come from his Titan parents, Cronus and Rhea. What he can't acquire with romance and gentleness, he does with violence and craftiness.

He sometimes uses the sea as a coping mechanism for his tiring life. Jotaro doesn't find his ocean so bad to be in, he concentrates and spends his time doing stuff gods... do? What does he really do, is not clear? Apollo and Dionysus tried to stick their heads into the water to spy on him several times, without any result. It's not like he's so happy when mortals need his help, but he can't pull back from his duty.

Poseidon probably noticed you because you weren't bugging him for pointless stuff. He likes pleasures too, like most of the deities do really, he just needs to find the right creature for him. Jotaro doesn't enjoy partners who talk too much.

"Don't worry about being a bother for me. You're the first one who isn't truly bothering me, I take it as a goal by now." he'd say, after he closed you in a bubble in order to bring you under the sea with him. "I never dare to show my realm to people who I judge as annoying, remember that."

It's not like he doesn't have a good relationship with other deities, he basically doesn't really care. He'll just be happy with being under the ocean whenever he feels Josuke and Okuyasu approaching, or not to be there during Apollo and Calliope (Rohan) debates. Give him some deserved peace and an ocean and he'll be grateful forever.

If Jotaro lets you in his private place which is the ocean, consider yourself special for him, for he hates having people there, above all people who are there for him purposely.

HIROSE KOICHI as ECHO

Echo is a mountain nymph, or oread. The myth says that Echo offended the goddess Hera by keeping her in conversation, in order to prevent her from spying on one of Zeus' lovers. To punish him, Hera deprived him of speech, except for the ability to repeat the last words of another. Because of this, his good heart is often misunderstood, but he managed to be appreciated nonetheless.

Koichi would rather have no conversations, for he's not able to say nothing more than the last words his interlocutor said. But he's down to make people understand what he wants to say, by writing it down or through gestures. Apollo approached him once, and brought Dionysus along. He doesn't know how to feel about hanging with gods, but since his issue isn't a problem to them, he'll keep them around. Until they misbehave...

When he gets to know you and notices you aren't willing to exclude him for he doesn't talk properly, his heart melts. Echo wants to spend most of his time with you now, since you make him feel comfortable about the problem Hera caused him.

"I love you, I love you, love you, love you, you, you..." he'd repeat, after you told him that. When he wants to say something like this, you say it for him, so that he can repeat it and say it as well. "You're important to me... important to me... important to me... to me... to me... me..."

Look, he's trying his best, really. Deities aren't known for their inclusive ways, and when he asked you if it was because of his past, you quickly said it wasn't. Nobody cared about it there. Deities were like that with every nymph. Echo had a chance to build up a good relationship with Calliope (Rohan). The muse taught him a lot.

He has fun bringing you to places where your voice echoes, to make you judge who does it better between him and the nature. Needless to say, Koichi always wins.

YAMAGISHI YUKAKO as APHRODITE

Aphrodite was known primarily as a goddess of sexual love, beauty, fertility and even occasionally presided over marriage. Even prostitutes considered Aphrodite their patron. She's had many mortal lovers, and none of them should have ever dared to make her upset. She won't be down for forgiveness, she's really never been. Still, Aphrodite found herself often in trouble due to her personality.

Differently from many other deities, Yukako's real fun consisted in watching humans' love stories bloom and wither. Sometimes she was the reason, sometimes she wasn't. Mortals were so easy to play with. It was when she thought that playing gods was just as simple, that she got caught into a trap. Since that mistake, she decided she would have been amused enough to be happy by mortals' love stories.

Oh, Aphrodite's so used to creatures - above all gods - who tried to stick around her for her body only, so that when you give an appreciation for her intelligence, she'll remember it and love you forever. It's like you signed up a free trial to be loved.

"You know, it's difficult to make me feel love so strong I don't even think about the lustful part... but apparently you managed to do so..." she'd say, sitting in the calm forest as she hands you a flower. "It's good to know someone doesn't love you for your body only but for yourself as well."

Yukako's relationship with other deities and creatures is just... ambiguous? She may never judge what's behind everyone's gaze. Hatred? Love? Lust? Who knows. All she knows, is that the only sight of Dionysus makes the ground under her feet disappear in fear. Compared to him, she'll just be fine in everyone else's company.

Everything she does, it's for the good. If it happens to harm you, Yukako definitely didn't mean it. It'll be enough to tell her, and believe me, it won't happen again.

KISHIBE ROHAN as CALLIOPE

In Greek mythology Calliope is the muse who presides over eloquence and epic poetry. He's called the "Chief of all Muses". He's down to help every literate artist who needs him, gives inspiration and guides the mortals' talented hands, as far as they deserve his power. Calliope's used to be mentioned, and might happen to get upset if not. Even if he's only halfway a deity, he's known for his confidence.

The most famous out of the Muses, Rohan won't forgive anyone who's never heard about him before. He can be seen around Echo a lot lately, since he found the nymph's story interesting and won't hold back from inspiring a mortal with writing about what happened to Koichi. He's used to collect creatures' stories, in order to be written by someone who's talented enough to talk about them properly.

He probably got interested in your story first. Then, for some reason he grew possessive of it. Calliope won't let a mortal put their filthy hands on a story so pure. Let the Muse be the only one who can properly love you.

"This story of yours is so beautiful, I can never have enough... and it's mine only, is it, y/n? Is it?" he'd ask him forever until you answer yes, he'll find no peace at all. "Let me get inspiration from you. Let me be the only one who can properly appreciate your life... just like you deserve."

His relationship with other creatures and deities is... rather good? Rohan's used to have debates and discussions with Josuke, and most of the time they just disagree. Though, many envy his capability of being so creative and smart, mortal writers ask for his help several times. Aphrodite and him sometimes fight over Echo.

He'd write lots of poetries in order to edulcorate your feelings towards him and make you forgive him for his excessive possessiveness. Rohan often succeeds.

[pedropascalssimp]

Feisty dala

Boba fett x fem reader

Summary: din djarin and you have been traveling together since you had both met that day you two had discovered Grogu, now on a mission to find a jedi seeing stone, only you find a certain mandalorian who seems to like getting on your nerve.

Warnings: language. Violence. Mentions death. Blood is mentioned. Boba being grumpy. Fluff because Im obsessed with soft old Boba 🤧💕 and lastly (gasps) IT'S LONG!?

No one asked for this I just wrote it because I was bored and finally had free time.

*not my gif*

The razor crest was submerged In silence, Grogu in the seat beside your mandalorian friend while you was in the one behind the little green boy.

The stars whizzing by in white blurs while you simply tap your fingers against the leather chair arm as you boredly look around at the ship. You was told by din to be quiet, your constant talking about various things had irked him, he claimed you couldn't be quiet for even five minutes. ever so eager to prove him wrong you decided to bet on it, telling him that you was capable of being quiet for ten minutes to up the stakes of the bet, so he threw fifty credits on the table and you agreed. But damn was it hard to keep quiet, especially whenever the urge to tease the mandalorian about how he just spoke to his son in a baby voice was so strong.

But you bite your tongue and ignore it, ignore how he puts the ship into autopilot so he can hold Grogu and continue to baby him. "are you hungry kid? You haven't eaten in nearly two hours... Surely you must be hungry little womp rat" din tickles his side making the child giggle. It was then you knew din was purposely trying to make you tease him, trying to make you lose the bet. But you stubborn and determined to win, so you cross your arms and lean back in the seat comfortably.

"lucky for you... I managed to get you some more cookies while we were on Trask, want some?" he asks the green child who nods eagerly, din proceeds to retrieve the promised cookies and soon let's Grogu dig in. Standing up from his seat, his visor falls on you.

"one more minute until the bets up, I'm actually surprised you haven't spoke yet" he said with amusement, watching how you grin at him with a cocky expression. "but I do dread when it's over... Because I'll never be able to shut you up" he jokes while patting your shoulder, walking out of the cockpit to eat you assumed. Once he was gone and the minute was up, you let out a deep sigh, smiling over at Grogu who had cookie crumbs all over his face.

"that man spoils you kid, but judging by the smile on you're face you don't seem to mind" you stand up and plop down in the pilot seat to see Grogu better, "can I have one?" you ask, eyeing a cookie. Grogu looks at you, down at the cookies then sighs deeply before handing you one, as if he was opposed to giving you one. You take it with a grateful nod, saying thanks while munching on the cookie.

The sound of the door opening makes you look back, seeing din walk in and motioning you to get out of his seat, doing so you outstretched a hand, looking at him with a smirk. "I do believe you owe me fifty credits Mando" you enjoyed the huff that escaped his modulater as he practically throws the money at you.

"I hate you, you know that right?" he said, the playful tone giving away his words was nothing but playful banter.

"the feeling is mutual buckethead" you laugh while sitting back in your usual seat, looking at the credits with a proud smirk. "can you believe that you lost to me? That is just so surprising" you sarcastically say, remembering how you always win bets, but din hasn't learnt his lesson on how not to gamble with you.... The muttered curse word's from din only make you laugh more.

"Grogu, remind me next time not to indulge her when she places a dumb bet" Grogu coos and looks out the window, "it won't take long before we land on tython" din announced after a few moments of silence.

"oh maker, everyone prepare yourselves! Mando is about to land the ship!" you giggle after you buckled in, "try and not wreck this time captain" you tease him while you watch him buckle Grogu in.

Whenever his visor falls on you, you can feel the glare fixated on you, burning holes through your head. But you offer him a innocent look. "next words that leave you're mouth will be you're last, because I'm taping you're mouth shut" he spoke while turning back to focus on flying.

"oh, kinky" you joke with a grin. That made him snap his head around.

"what!? No - no I didn't mean like -

"it's just a joke Mando, calm down" you laugh, his stuttering at a simple joke letting you know it embarrassed him. He was definitely a innocent soul, even though his line of work put blood on his hands, he was somehow still a kind person, but damned if you ever got on his bad side, because that's when the cold blooded bounty hunter comes out. Hint why you befriended him that day you and him met, you was after the same bounty, along with a Droid. You, din and the Droid made your way to the bounty and your heart dropped when you saw Grogu, innocent wide eye's looking up at the three of you. The Droid, ever so heartless, was going to kill the kid, but din killed the Droid and you and him made a promise to protect Grogu. From that bloomed your friendship.

"let's just get to this jedi rock thing" din mumbled while you chuckle behind him from your seat. Maker was he clueless about the jedi, you wasn't that educated on them either but knew more about them then him.

Din flies around in search of the right location, green mountains and blue skies a beautiful contrast to what you've usually been seeing lately. Tython wasn't much, but it was still beautiful. You watched with adoring eye's as Grogu looks around with fascinated eye's.

"Looks like that’s the magic rock I’m supposed to take you to down there" din spoke while he slows down to fly around the rock in the middle of a clearing on the mountain. "Sorry, buddy. I can’t land on the top. Too small. We’re gonna have to travel the last stretch with the windows down" you looked out the window at the seeing stone with amazement, it was definitely something new to you. But after a few moments you take in din's words.

"wait, you're gonna use the jetpack? What about me? What am I supposed to do walk?" you questioned while looking at the mandalorian.

"either walk or stay on the ship" he shrugs while finding a place to land, surprising you by how smoothly he landed the razor crest. "me and him will be back after we figure out whatever it is this jedi thing does" he picks Grogu up and holds him tightly while looking down at you. "don't destroy my ship out of boredom, I know how you get when you're bored" he points a finger at you like a dad scolding his kid.

"I'm not gonna destroy you're ship Mando, besides... Now with you gone I can finally take a peaceful nap, you're snoring won't bother me now" you lean back in your seat and spare a glance at his void visor.

"whatever, I gotta get Grogu to the jedi rock thing" he leaves without another word, taking little Grogu with as you sigh. What the hell was you supposed to do? Actually sleep? As much as you really wanted to, you found yourself to wired to sleep, so you stand up and explore the ship, descending the ladder to the cockpit. You look around at everything boredly, finding a crate to seat on while looking over your blaster. It was what felt like hours later, but really more like fifteen minutes, when you heard the landing of another ship, this made you jump up and holster your blaster while opening the ramp of the crest, looking for the mysterious ship you heard. Out in the distance, you spot a ship, it was rusted and old looking from what you could gather, but you didn't see anything. Walking back into the crest while the door closed with a hiss, you grab the com din gave you and activated it.

"Mando is everything okay?" you ask, hoping he'd respond, hell he probably didn't even have his com on him.

Crackling was heard before the sound of din's voice comes in, "yeah...sort of..." he muttered back, making you lift a brow in confusion.

"sort of!? What's happening? Who's ship just landed!?" you rushed out while pacing the floor, worried things might be going south out there while your in this ship doing nothing to help.

Din detected the concern and stress in your voice and sighs, "I'm fine, Grogu is doing his jedi thing and I'm talking with this guy -

"guy!? What guy? What the hell is happening out there din!?" you used his real name making him turn the com off. Great now your clueless as to what is exactly happening while your stuck on this ship. Perfect.

Laying the com down, more like slamming it, you let out a angry huff. Running a hand down your face while deciding if you should stay on the crest or leave. About ready to make your mind up your almost out the door, but before you could open it, the sound of yet more ships landing was heard, that's when you take out your blaster and open the crests door. Walking outside only to spot stormtroopers.

"oh you have to be kidding me!" you angry growl out while spotting din fighting stormtroopers off alongside two other people, din tries making towards Grogu who was at the top of the hill. But of course you can't focus on that now considering a few troopers spot you, rising your blaster up fast you shoot at them, hitting one in the leg while the other in the chest, taking another shot you take the last one out easily.

Running towards the hill while taking out troopers your almost toward din, but a familiar face stops you, "Fennec!?" you ask, looking the woman over, she shoots you a small smile before shooting a trooper who was behind you.

"you sound surprised to see me y/n!" she shoot another trooper while you start aiding her in taking down the damned men.

"well considering the last time I saw you, you was dead" you quickly dodged a blaster shot before looking at her again, "yes, I'm a little surprised to see you" you offer her a smile before parting ways. Trying to help your partner out, but din was already so far up the hill. That's when you spare a glance at the crest and spot a man going inside. This intrigued you and your quick to race back down the hill to see what the hell that was about.

Running inside the ship you hold your blaster up, spotting a older man putting on din's hard earned beskar. "and what do you think you're doing with my friends beskar?" you ask him, looking over his face. Although scarred greatly from what you could only assume a life threatening experience, he was quite handsome. Dark eye's and a ever present scowl on his face.

He hums before looking away and continues putting the beskar on, placing the chest piece on. "this armor belongs to me" he grunts out with a gruff voice, a accent leaking through his voice. It was beautiful, rough but still a sound you find yourself yearning to hear again. "and don't point that thing at me unless you plan on using it princess" he spoke while putting the leg pieces on now.

Holding it more firm you walk closer to him, not liking his attitude. "and who says I won't use it? Now put my friends armor back before I decide to drop you old man" you say, deciding if he wanted to call you princess, something you really didn't mind but hating how it made your heart feel weird, you'd call him old man.

Ignoring you, something that really pissed you off, he places the helmet on and pushes past you. "I knew you wouldn't pull the trigger, now either help take some of these troopers out or stay put princess, wouldn't want you to break a nail" he walks off after that, leaving your blood boiling and jaw clenched.

Oh he was definitely going to pay for that, because you don't let anyone get away with such shit like that. Practically in a fit of rage you help Fennec, asshole, and din take out the troopers, fighting your way back up the hill as you switch between using your blaster and blade. You felt his lingering gaze on you as you fought, but ignored him, to focused on killing those jerks. And finally you succeeded and stood by din as you both watched the other mandalorians shoot the ships that held the remaining, fleeing troopers. The shot hit one ship making it fall and crash into the other.

"nice shot" din said while you roll your eye's and glare at the mandalorian in green chipped and beat armor.

He turns around, visor fixated on you two. "I was aiming for the other one" he spoke and this time you found his beautiful voice annoying.

You hated the man already, yet... Why the hell did he make your belly flip and heart flutter?

Oh maker...at the realization you was falling for the stranger you hate him even more.

It all happened in a blur, one moment Grogu's in his protective blue force field thing, the next his not and some rather lethal looking droids are taking. And the crest? It's gone, blown into dust. You couldn't do anything but watch your friends world crumble before him. No matter what you said it wouldn't make him feel better you knew, but once you heard the anger in his voice and determination, you knew he would stop at nothing to get his son back.

And so that's where you was now, all on the slave I while boba, you found out the assholes name finally, paints his armor, you watched him with crossed arms and a glare. You was still angry from his earlier words and attitude, but also still hypnotized by his face, the scars looked like they had to have been deep painful wounds once upon a time. But his beauty in them was something that really drawn your attention, his dark brown eye's held this new special glent in them as he looks at his armor, painting it with care while the smallest of smiles tugs at his lips whenever his paint brush comes across a certain deep mark or dent in the armor. It was stunning.

But like hell your gonna let his good looks capture you, draw you in like some lovestruck puppy. Because you didn't like him, no, that would just be obserd, idiotic even. He was a smug, grumpy jerk, he was even a bit older then you.... But maker was his voice something else, something you could never tire of.

"like what you see princess?" he spoke up, gruff voice startling you out of your thoughts. Scoffing at him you look away, trying to glare at the wall without letting your blush creep up your cheeks at being caught staring.

"can't say I do" you retort while glaring at him again, his smug amused face making your skin burn with frustration at the man. "and stop calling me that fett, unless you want me to kick you're ass?" you offer him a little smirk this time and he chuckles, focusing back on his work.

"oh, a feisty dala eh?" he doesn't even look up to see your reaction, he didn't even know if you spoke mando'a or not. "I like that" he adds with smug smirk, this time catching the red painting your cheeks.

"I don't even know what the hell dala means" you shake your head and glare at him again, his eye's now glued to yours, the intensity of his eye contact enough to have your skin burning for other reasons besides anger.

"I see you're little boyfriend doesn't teach you his own people's language?" he hoped that din wasn't really your boyfriend, for whenever he said that you was a feisty dala and he liked it, he meant it.

"okay for one thing, that idiot is not my boyfriend, and another no, he hardly even speaks to me unless it's absolutely crucial" you chuckle at the thought and watch how boba let's a little smirk tug at his lips while he works.

"dala means woman, therefore I called you a feisty woman...which you are"

"and you like it?" you tease him with a prideful smirk, standing up and walking over to only sit back down beside him. He looks down at you with confusion and a little skeptical look.

"what are you planning little girl" he grumbled as he puts his paint brush aside and turns his attention on you.

Shrugging you simply gaze up at him, loving how he keeps flickering his gaze over your face, obviously taking in every detail. "well it's kind of boring just sitting around doing nothing so I thought you'd like some help?" you point at the extra brush and his eye's look down at it, then back up at you.

"sure, just don't mess it up" he grunts out while handing you the brush and instructing you what to do. After he explained how he wanted it, you began helping him silently, your mind souly focused on the even slow strokes of the brush, turning the beskar a deep green. While you was lost in painting the man beside you watched with the smallest of smiles, boba found himself lost in the soft expression on your angelic face, the way your brows slightly lift up when you come across a dent, the way your lips slowly tug up when you triumphantly finish and admire your handy work. Boba fett wasn't one for being all sappy or overly lovey dovey. But he couldn't help but note how his eye's was practically glued to you, because he thought you was absolutely beautiful, an angel among the galaxy he had the privilege of meeting. Looking away from you he wipes any trace of affection off his face and starts painting the more detailed red and oranges onto the beskar.

It was ever since that day spent on the older bounty hunters ship, you and him sat and painted in a comfortable silence. And although he seemed like a grumpy and cold person of few words, you couldn't help but enjoy his company. After you had both finished your work you started small talk that soon led to you befriending the man.

Walking into the cantina with boba close by your side and din taking the lead, you follow the man in silver beskar to a table where two mandalorian women sit, eating while their helmets are discarded on the table. As you approached them, they stare up at you, boba and din. The red head eyeing din, the one you knew as bo-katan, having met her back on trask, while her friend simply pays you no mind, the one who's name you have yet to learn, not that you really cared honestly.

"I need you're help" din spoke, bo doesn't bother to look at din.

"Not all Mandalorians are bounty hunters. Some of us serve a higher purpose" she tells him, making you scoff quietly and look away from them, arms crossed across your chest, eye's focused on your shoes. After that you zooned her out, not really caring what she had to say, you wasn't her biggest fan after all, she didn't really make a good first impression.

But when she starts speaking to boba? That's when you really start listening. And at first, although angry, you let her insult slide.

"You are not a Mandalorian"

Not wanting to start a fight with someone din was speaking help from. And then the one you soon discovered to be koska reeves spoke up with a jab.

"I didn’t know sidekicks were allowed to talk"

Making your blood boil, but you bite your tongue and ball your fists up by your side, boba saw you growing angry and that sparked his interest, but din also knew and you could read him like a book, you knew he was pleading you to stay calm, and you honestly tried, but then....

"You are a disgrace to your armor" bo said, while standing up. You instantly scoot closer to boba and the anger was like fire in your eyes as you glared at the red head.

"it belonged to my father" boba spoke, and you remember how he told you the stories of his father jango that one night on his ship, how his eyes would light up fondly at certain memories he told you, that same light turning to a dark look of what one could only describe as grief as he then told that jango was taken from him by the hands of a jedi...you felt sad for boba, wrapping a arm around him, and if it was any other being boba would have chopped their arm off for touching him, but he couldn't deny how nice it felt whenever you held him. Boba grew quite fond of you, that scared him in a way, but he'd be damned if he ever pushed you away, so he embraced the feeling and finds himself falling harder for you each passing day, only hoping you felt the same.

"Don’t you mean your donor?" that hung thick in the air and you couldn't take it anymore. Din noticed that your calm composer had faded into nothing and was replaced by rage.

Pushing past boba you glare at bo-katan and now stand in front of the man, "watch you're tongue bo before I cut it out" you emphasis your threat by retrieving your blade, holding it in your hand casually. Boba smiles beneath the helmet at your words, but din was shaking his head knowing that your threats was never empty.

"this isn't you're place to talk sunshine so why don't you continue being quiet and hiding behind you're Clone friend?" she takes a step closer to you, tempting your patience.

"unless you want you're ass kicked I'd suggest you shut up" you almost growled the words out, your hands twitching to just punch her in the face. You hated the disrespect she was giving boba, he was a tough man, had a tough life ever since his father was taken from him at such a young age, he deserves better then bo-katan and her little friends insults.

"y/n... Not now" din warns in a sad attempt to make you back down. But once bo opens her mouth and let's her words fly out... Din knew there was no way that would happen.

"like you could do anything" she mused while eyeing you. That's what made you throw the first punch with your left hand, the blade you carried still in your right. That made din nervous, he didn't want you to kill the people he was seeking help from. He needed them.

Bo dodged your punch and lands a kick to your leg, almost making you fall but your quick to throw yourself at her and manage to grab both her arms and forcing them behind her back while kicking the backs of her knees causing her to fall, you held the blade against her throat and force her to look at you.

"I do believe you owe my friend an apology" you pant out, having lost your breath during your brawl. Bo glares at you hard, her own pants huffing out from the fight.

"dank farrik y/n! Stop!" din snaps, hand on his blaster making you gap at the man. Boba held his blaster as well but his visor wasn't on you.

"are you seriously going to shoot me?!" you exclaim making him shake his head.

"no but if you haven't noticed there is a blaster held at the back of you're head" he seethes prompting you to peek over your shoulder and spot koska behind you with a blaster. Rolling your eye's you retract your blade from bo's neck and push her forward. She stumbled but soon stands up shooting daggers into your skull. Before you could move past her she punched you in the face making you stumble backwards with a grunt, grabbing your now bleeding nose.

This made boba step forward now, grabbing your arms and ushering closer to din. "I'm sure you can handle the rest by yourself mandalorian, we'll meet at the ship" boba told din before leaving the cantina, hold firm on your upper arm as he practically drags you away.

"you're something else dala, we didn't need you starting a fight" boba tried to scold you, but his amusement was clear as day in his voice.

Scoffing at him you shake your head. "they were disrespecting you, someone needed to put them in their place" you say while your eyes squeezed shut. The pain now slowing creeping up on you, the blood still flowing from your nose.

"that wasn't you're battle to fight, you should have kept you're mouth shut and let me handle it" boba grunts while stopping to look over your nose, it was most likely broken. "does it feel as bad as it looks?" he teased while slowly using his thumb to wipe away the blood, only to have it replaced by more.

"I'd be lying if I said no" you offer him a smile, looking up into his visor void of any signs of those brown eye's.

"well once we're back on the ship I'll fix you up, it's the least I could do after you defended my honor" he muttered and the smirk in his voice was heard. You only smile and start walking, his hold on your arm loosened up, slowly sliding down, past your elbow, fingers covered in leather do to the gloves he wore danced across the skin of your wrist. For a brief moment you thought he'd hold your hand, the thought making your heart flip in a way you've never experienced. But... He drops his hand and instead walks a little bit ahead of you, disappointment setting in deeply in your chest. Perhaps he only saw you as a friend, that thought makes you sigh softly and look at the back of his helmet. Perhaps you was ignorant for thinking a man like him could think more of you then a friend.

Boba wanted to hold your hand through, the mere thought of it appealing to him. But boba fett doesn't hold hands, he doesn't display any sort of affection, especially not publicly like hand holding.

It didn't take long for you both to arrive at his ship, Slave I. Once on the ship your met with Fennec and Cara casually talking amongst each other, both pairs of eyes falling on you and boba. Fennec takes one look at your face and gives boba a lifted brow.

"what happened?" she asks as cara shakes her head, already knowing that you most likely started a fight, you and here having met during a fight against each other along with din actually. She had a smirk and you chuckle at her lowly.

"she couldn't control her temper and feisty nature and it got her a broken nose" boba takes his helmet off and starts looking for his med supplies.

Fennec looks over your nose with a grimace, "it's broken alright. Where's the mandalorian?" she proceeded to ask boba questions as you surprisingly wait patiently for boba to get the med kit.

Finding it he walks back over to you, making you sit on a crate while he kneels in front of you, elbows resting on your knees as he wipes away the blood. The closeness almost made you blush, but you managed to compose yourself.

"he's most likely trying to salvage enough trust from his two friends to help him on his rescue, although this feisty dala here probably stomped that hope out the moment she held a knife to bo-katan's throat" boba explained and now with the helmet off, you could see the proud smile on his face, more like a smirk actually.

"what made you do that?" Cara laughs while cleaning her blaster rifle. Giving you a amused look.

Rolling your eye's you wince when boba starts putting bacta spray on the gash across the bridge of your nose. "they were being rude, so I taught them some manners.... Sort of" you wince again making boba mutter a apology. Cara chuckles and stands up, heading somewhere amongst the ship, Fennec saying something to boba you didn't quite hear as she walks off and out of the hull of the ship as well.

Boba sighs and stands up, adding the bandage to protect your new wound. Then he starts putting away the kit. "you really shouldn't have done that back there princess" he spoke while turning to look at you, arms crossed while leaning against the wall of the ship.

You sigh and start picking at the forming hole in your pants on your knee. You didn't regret what you did, you'd even do it again if it was to ever happen, but you didn't want to look boba in the eye's, you didn't want to see the angry or disappointed look he'd most likely have. So you picked at your pants, "I wasn't just going to sit there and listen to them basically trash talk you boba... You deserve better" you muttered the last part and can't help the little smile that tugs at your lips, you found it quite funny actually, hilarious that you had the upper hand in the fight and almost put her in her place.

"I don't deserve anything" he spoke gruffly. That made you snap your head up to give him a confused look. Eye's taking in every detail and scar on his face, you hated the look in his eye, the sight of self loathing. You stand up quickly and waltz over to the man and ever so cautiously placed a hand on his armored chest.

"you deserve more then what the galaxy has given you boba fett, you deserve a easier life. A damn break for once, from the stories you've told me... I know for sure you deserve only the greatest things in the galaxy. Especially after this" you trail your hand up his chest and ever so gently trace his scar's adorning his face with a look of admiration, a look boba didn't expect to see.

He grasps your wrist and holds your hand against his face. "I've been dealt with some tough obstacles in my life mesh'la, but the galaxy has finally took some pitty on me and gifted me a angel" he whispers gruffly, making sure only your ears heard the sappy words that left his mouth, he'd never live it down if Fennec heard him, she'd tease him up until he finally snapped and either killed her or glued her mouth shut. And have to settle on the last option because he would never kill the woman.

You smile at him, the sight one boba would store away in his mind forever, it was a beautiful sight. "surely you're not talking about me?" you mused, trying to hide the blush but boba saw the slight tent of your cheeks.

"who else would I be talking about?"

"well din is a absolute innocent angel under all that beskar" you joke making boba huff and give you his scowl. "but since you're obviously talking about me -

Boba rolls his eyes at your talking and grabs the back of your head and smashes his lips against yours, making you gasp in surprise but eagerly respond and kiss him back, eye's fluttering close as you cup his jaw now. Chest flush against his as his other hand grasps and squeezes at your hip. You've never felt more intoxicated by anything else in the galaxy then now, the man definitely knew how to kiss, no doubt highly experienced. His lips was chapped but addicting as yours moved against them roughly, his pace he set for the rude interruption of your words, but your not complaining.

That is until he pulls away with a smirk, making you pout up at him. "I don't expect a yes to come after this, but once I help you're mandalorian friend retrieve his kid me and Fennec are going to tatooine... Would you be willing to tag along with me?" he asked lowly, hushed almost as he cradles your face.

"you kiss me like that and expect me to say no? Of course I'm going with you boba, I don't plan on leaving you're side any time soon" you say, gazing up into those brown eye's of his. A smirk tugs at his lips. "who else would defend you're honor?" you add playfully, but a truth was laced in them.

Boba rests his forehead against yours before pulling away. "well then after this little rescue I'll give you enough time to bid you're friends goodbye and we'll make our way to tatooine" he gives you one last peck, it was rare of boba to do so, let his lips gently press against another's with such delicacy, but he liked the feeling of your soft lips in such a way. Almost tempted enough to do it again but you spoke up making him shrug that off for now.

"what are you going to do there?" you ask curiously, catching the smirk on his lips as he hums in thought.

"take what's mine... Perhaps even do what you said, take a little break" he starts walking to the cockpit with you hot on his heels, waiting for din's arrival.

Plopping down in a seat beside him, you lift a curious brow at his words, wondering what it is he'd be taking. But you decide not to pry any more. You'd figure out over time. "do you think bo and her friends will help us?" you stifle a laugh at the memory of the fight.

"if she's smart she'd stay far away from you princess, you had a murderous look in those pretty eye's of yours" he spoke with amusement.

"then she'll help us" you snort at your joke as boba shakes his head. A little blush on your cheeks from his compliment.

"I'm the luckiest man in the galaxy to have found someone like you, my feisty dala" he looks over at you from where he sat in the pilot seat.

It didn't take long after that for din to arrive, announcing bo and her friends would help. Later that night you told din that your and his ways would part as your path was wherever boba leads you. Din agreed with your decision and even felt happy for you, and after saving Grogu and bidding him goodbye as din allowed Luke to take him... You, Fennec and boba made your way to tatooine, where Boba had taken the throne that once belonged to jabba and Fortuna and given you a home. Your relationship bloomed from there and that's when you knew what you felt for him was love....

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[midnight-lightning]

Of fanboys and soldiers

Summary: A mission goes horribly wrong and now Bucky’s life is in your hands

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Warning: blood, mention of surgery, Angst, Fluff

"Look, who I found outside!" Natasha was walking into the kitchen, beside her a slightly nervous grinning Peter Parker, who's eyes strangely wandered off and on like he was searching for something. "Hello, Miss - erm Y/N," he stuttered, giving you a shy smile, then he seemed trying to find a position to stand in, not wanting to appear awkward- which he managed without real success. This boy was just adorable. You tried your best to hide your amusement behind a polite smile and rather pointed at the table you were sitting at, inviting him to join you. Maybe some company would be nice. "Want a pancake?" Peter's eyes brightened up for a second when he saw all the food in front of him, pancakes, fruits, yoghurts, fresh bread... everything that was needed to feed the stomachs of several avengers who lived in this - Tony's - house or at least all of them who were at home at this time. "Oh, no, no I probably shouldn't," he declined while he bashfully scratched the back of his head. "Kid, you're family. Now sit down and eat," you insisted and Peter - obviously touched by being called family - tentatively decided to join you at the breakfast table. Meanwhile Natasha- who had watched this scenario with obvious entertainment- pushed herself off the frame of the door and walked out. "Enjoy your meal, kids!" Kids? Excuse me? You leaned back in your seat to see her properly in the hallway before you shouted dryly, "We will! So sad you can't join us!" Poor Nat had to set out for a meeting together with Tony; it involved something about politics, Avengers something like that. Boring stuff. But the second she turned her head back to you, you flipped your chair straight again to avoid receiving any ... not very nice things. Or very hard things. And Nat could aim. Too good. On the other side of the table you noticed that Peter suddenly seemed more relaxed and less nervous now. He still hadn't touched any food, though. You squeezed your eyes in suspicion. "Peter Parker, are YOU nervous because of Natasha?" Poor boy didn't have to say anything, his shocked face and slightly reddened cheeks told everything. "Me? No, of course not! I mean... she's a little ... intimidating. You know what I mean? N-Not in a mean way but- sorry," he stuttered looking down on his plate. "Why are you laughing?" Immediately you stopped, not wanting to hurt his feelings or anything, nor to get blustered over by Tony afterwards for insulting his son. Besides you really didn't wanna see him uncomfortable. "I'm sorry, Kid. It's just - never mind." You watched him taking a big bite of his chocolate pancake and then humming in enjoyment. Speaking of Tony... "You know your Da- ugh Tony isn't here today, right?"

You made a face. It had already been so common within you Avengers that Tony and him were practically considered father and son that some slippers like that happened sometimes. Though you knew Tony had stopped bothering after a time, you didn't know how Peter would react to hear your inside nicknames for them. Whether he noticed or not he didn't show it, instead Peter lowered his third pancake and looked again kind of embarrassed. "I was - erm actually hoping I would see Bucky."

You lift a brow in surprise. "Bucky?" Have they ever even really met? But nonetheless he and Steve were on a mission in Canada right now and will not return in the next days. "Yeah, I feel like I need to apologize to him. You know for what happened at the airport." Oh. Yes. There they certainly did meet. Your heart swelled up at his statement and you realized there couldn't be any purer angel on earth than him. "Oh, Pete," you sighted. "You really do have a heart of gold, you know that? But I'm sure he never took offense at any of this,” you reassured him. "You see, he was rather shocked at how young you had been." "Wait, he has actually talked about me?" Peter seemed genuinely shocked about it, after literally being Tony's secret ace up his sleeve and kicking their asses all the way. He was seriously surprised people talked about him.

"Ohmygodthatssocool!" He chattered and you let out an amused laugh at his enthusiasm. We've found a fan boy!

If only Buck could hear this right now; See that there are so many people out there who cherished and admired him. People beside you and his best friends.

"Like the winter soldier! Or no, I shouldn't call him like that, he’s more like the white wolf! Bucky Barnes! I would literally-" "QUICK! WE NEED HELP!" Peter's speech was abruptly interrupted by loud voices coming from the entrance.

Alarmed you immediately stormed out of the kitchen, leaving knocked over chairs and dishes behind. You didn’t feel the need to be careful right now because it had been clearly Steve’s voice shouting for help, who shouldn’t have been here for another two days. Unless something had utterly gone wrong. The first thing you noticed, was the huge amount of blood covering up the ground on which Steve stood. The man himself looked like shit. Beaten up with bruises and even burns all over his body.

But leaned on his shoulder, was Bucky and he didn’t even look alive anymore.

Barely audible his name escaped your lips, while your heart stopped beating.

Within a second you were next to him, cupping his face in your hands only to wince at how cold the skin beneath your fingers felt.

Your eyes flickered over his pale skin, over his slightly turning blue lips and his eyes which twitched around the room, not focusing on anything. He was barely even conscious.

His face too was beaten up and burnt, a piece of his eyebrow was missing. But the worst was definitely the bullet wound in his abdomen that made him lose too much blood right now. It was everywhere.

Oh god all this blood.

You were losing your mind.

Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry

Y/N, calm down. You got this. He needs you.

This all happened within the few seconds you needed to get a grip on yourself.

With a pounding heart you took a deep breath while switching in your professional Doctor mode.

“What happened?” You asked Steve while you slipped to Bucky’s other side so the both of you could carry Bucky into the treatment room.

“We were already on our way back home, thinking we already got everything covered,” Steve started to explain, sounding out of breath. “When they literally appeared out of nowhere. God, everything went so fast then. They were so many. And suddenly they were shotguns and explosions everywhere. And Bucky, this idiot, felt the need to safe me from a bullet.”

Yes, that sounded like the Bucky you knew, always ready to sacrifice himself for people he cared for.

“The hospital was too far away, didn’t want to take the risk, so I brought him back here. I just didn’t know If he … if he would make it any longer.”

You nodded, taking the information in. “He will. He will, Steve.” You answered firmly, but you weren’t sure if you were convincing him or rather yourself.

Carefully the both of you placed Bucky on the treatment table and instantly you reached for the nearest towel you could find. You ripped open his shirt to have a better look at the bullet wound and enough room to apply pressure to ease the blood flow.

Bucky groaned out of pain, making you wince. “I’m so sorry, Buck, but I have to do this.”

Suddenly his hand grasped your wrist.

You froze.

“Y/N?” Barely even a whisper, but you still heard him. His eyelids flattered, struggling to stay awake.

A little relief washed over you face, hearing his voice. At least he had still the strength to talk.  

Softly you put his hand back on his chest. “Shh, save your strength, alright? I need you to hold on, love.”

When you looked up you noticed that Bruce had already arrived in the room, clearly shocked at the view. Still, once he got a picture out of the whole situation he went over to you and without a further question just took a new towel and kept applying pressure on Bucky’s wound instead.

That gave you the time you needed to gather every tool you will need for the small operation. Thereby you lifted your head to Steve and Peter who were watching the scenery with both fear and concern. While Steve looked a bit more stabled Peter turned alarmingly pale himself. He shouldn’t be seeing that right now.

“Steve? Are you in a stable condition right now? Or do you have a serious inju-“

The Captain immediately shook his head. “No, no I’m fine. Please, Bucky is more important in this moment.”

You nodded, your eyes flickering to Peter for a second. “Pete, I need you to leave this room. I don’t want you to witness this.”

The poor boy seemed to be in quite a shock but Steve put his arm around his shoulder and gave you a forced smile. “I’ve got this, Y/N.”

With a last, worried look to his best friend, he and Peter left the room, leaving you and Barnes alone.  

You moved the table with the tools next to where Bucky lay, reaching for the Anesthetic injection when you noticed the blood on your hands.

His blood.

It was everywhere.

His blood.

He was dying.

You could lose him.

His blood.

 Suddenly you felt warm hands covering your trembling fingers, startling you but bringing your mind back to earth. Bruce gave you a small smile but nodded sternly and internally you just wanted to slap yourself. Yes, he would die if you keep sitting here! You had done this over a thousand time, get a grip, Y/N!

But it just never had been Bucky’s life you needed to safe…

Bruce gave you a sympathetic but reassuring smile, before he gently took the syringe out of your hand. While he injected it to Bucky you took the time to prepare everything – yourself included - for what was coming.

“You got this?”

You nodded, not saying anything.

OoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOo

The next few hours you could easily call the worst of your life.

Bucky’s pulse had become even weaker, his vitals worse. His whole life was literally in your hands. You didn’t dare to imagine what would happen if his heart would just stop beating, you couldn’t because then you would start to lose your mind and then you would have a breakdown and then no one would be there to safe him.

So you gave your best in removing the bullet out of his body, stopping the bleeding, sewing the wound.

You and Bruce had done everything you could possibly do.

Now the wound was fully treated and bandaged. Bucky’s face was cleaned, the burns creamed.

You were exhausted and drained on a new level, but by god, you couldn’t let yourself sleep right now. You weren’t even able too.

Not when Bucky, your Bucky was lying here, barely having escaped death.

Bruce had gone to bed a couple of hours ago, of course only after he had helped to take Bucky over to his room. Thanks to the serum in Buck’s blood, which ensured that he didn’t need any infusions, he could lay vacantly and comfortable in his bed.  

You sat next to him on a chair, watching his peacefully resting face. Fondly you brushed some hair out of his face.

HE had finally gained a little more colour and even his heart rate was normal again, giving you hope that he’ll finally be awake soon.

“Please, come back to me,” you whispered while you gently brought his hand up to you lips, putting a soft kiss on it.

OoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoO

You must have felt asleep because the next thing you knew Steve was entering the room, a frown on his face.

“Bucky is stable now,” you murmured still half asleep, trying to hide the yawn that escaped you.

Steve chuckled. “Yes, I got it the other twenty times you’ve said that today, too. I’m more concerned for you, Y/N.”

“Me? But how are you feeling? I see Bruce had done a good job on your own injuries.”

“Don’t try to change the topic. You know what? You go and get some deserved sleep, while I watch over him, alright?”

“But if anything happens- “you protested.

“I’ll make sure to call you,” Steve promised, a soft smile on his lips, before he shooed you out of the room.

As soon as the door closed behind you, you knew you couldn’t go back to sleep. Not when he wasn’t in reach anymore.

So you paced around the rooms, cleaning anything that was in sight, just to keep your thoughts from the endless racing ‘what ifs’. Friday updated you with every small information or change or anything that concerned Bucky’s health.

When you entered the kitchen you were surprised to find Peter was still here, eating Tony’s inventories of his favourite cookies. This time it was you who joined him.

Apparently he couldn’t sleep either so the next few hours you let yourself get distracted by Peter’s entertaining stories and little jokes, until the end of Steve’s shift drew to a close.

Carefully, not wanting to make any loud noises you opened the door to Bucky’s and yours shared room, Peter who wanted to visit Bucky too, was right behind you.

The early morning sunshine shined through the window right on Bucky’s peaceful features. It made him look like an angel. Though it would be beautiful any other time, now it just made your heart clench.  

With a very exhausted face Steve stood up from the chair he was sitting at and ran his hand through his messy hair, while he still managed to give you a hopeful smile.

“How is he?” You asked him, while you slowly approached Bucky’s bed.

Steve cleared his throat. “His vitals are still fine. Bruce came a couple of hours ago to take a few tests. Everything looked good.”

“Why didn’t you call me? I thought you promised me…” You turned around to the Captain reproachfully and a little hurt but he just looked slightly guilty.

“Y/N, have you seen yourself? I wanted to let you sleep at least for a while.”

Peter, who noticed the uprising tension between you caused by the lack of sleep, immediately stepped in. “But when’s he gonna wake up?”

“I don’t know, Pete.” You shook your head, wrapping your arms around your chest.

“But- But it’s a when, right? Not an if?”

“Of course, Pete, I-“

“How long are you guys going to stand around my bed like a bunch of creepers?”

You whirled around. “Bucky...”

There he was… even though he just woke up he already had this amused glint in his blue eyes, watching you all.

With a racing heart you knelt down on the ground in front of where he lay. While you gently put a hand on his forehead to see if his fever vanished you tried to hold your tears back. “How are you feeling?”

Bucky used his hand to put it on top of your own before he grinned weakly. “Well, my eyebrow hurt.”

You chuckled and managed a teary laugh. “Oh? Just your eyebrow?”

Considering there was nearly nothing left of his right eyebrow…

You moved a little as Steve knelt down beside you, giving a little space. “You gave me quite a fright there, pal.” He stated, looking just as relived as you felt. “You know I’ve had everything under control.”

Bucky laughed at this, clearly not believing anything. “Yeah sure. I’ve hear this one over 70 years ago, too, you know.”

Suddenly his eyes locked on something behind you and it was a moment of realization lasting only a split second. When you turned around to see what had caught his attention you noticed Peter who had appeared in the door frame, looking a little bit embarrassed by all the eyes laying on him.

“Surprised to see you here, Spider kid,” Bucky said to which Peter’s eyes widened.

“You- you do really remember me?”

“How couldn’t I? Your attack was quite surprising at the airport. With those sticky ...” Bucky tried to  intimate peter’s movement, struggling for words.

“Nets. Spider nets,” Peter explained with an excited and proud grin. 

“You made them yourself?”

You looked over to Steve who had been watching their conversation in delight and the both of you shared an amused grin about the fan boy. You decided to give them turning friends a little space.

“You’ll be okay?” you mouthed and when Bucky gave you a reassuring nod you and Steve left the room for a while.

You went to the kitchen where you prepared some sandwiches and something to drink for everyone and put them on a tablet.

Steve sat down on a chair at the kitchen isle removing some leftover cookie crumbs. “Did Bruce finally go to bed?”

“Yes, fortunately. Though, I don’t think it will last any longer. He’s Bruce after all.” 

The whole night he had stayed awake taking care of all of you, bringing blankets, food, coffee, treating Bucky… He was a real hero.

“And you should go, too, you haven’t really slept in more than 30 hours,” he said in a stern tone.

“Take a sandwich, Steve.”

“And I know you weren’t sleeping during my shift!” He protested but took the sandwich nevertheless.

You held both your hands up in defense. “Alright, alright! You got me there. Let me just- “A pleading look to the door that lead to Bucky’s room and he understood.

“Yeah, yeah, sure go ahead but I’m watching you.”

With raised eyebrows but still smiling you made your way over to Bucky again, though not without shouting over your shoulder, “You’re not my Dad, Steve!”

You walk in on Peter and Bucky laughing about something; Peter still with a bright, joyful grin on his face. Delighted for this conversation with his hero.

With a smile on your lips you leant against the doorframe and watched the scenery. Bucky was obviously still weak and tired yet you could still see the amusement in his eyes. It meant a lot for him that this boy admired him. While there’s certainly a lot of respect from Peter’s side, there’s not a bit of fear, just honest curiosity.

As soon as Peter noticed you he said a quick goodbye to Bucky and wished him a good recovery, then he hurried out of the room, leaving the both of you alone.

Bucky meets your eyes and you just stopped, and of course you couldn’t help but admire the loving and tender expression in his beautiful blue eyes.

“Hey there,” you whispered softly.

“Hi, doll.”

Slowly you made your way to sit on the edge of his bed. “Peter’s an adorable kid, isn’t he?”

A small laugh escaped his lips and made your heart beat double.

“Indeed, he is. I like his spirit.”

A moment of silence occurred in which the both of you just looked at each other.

“You quite scared me there, Buck,” you then stated, not trusting you voice to speak any louder than a whisper.

“Yeah, I didn't expect to return to you this way, either.”

“How are you feeling?” You placed a hand on his right cheek. “And now please be honest.”

Bucky took a deep breath before he closed his eyes and put his own hand on top of yours. “I’m feeling way better than you think, doll. Don’t be concerned.”

You frowned in astonishment. He’s got nerves. “Don’t be concerned? Love, you’ve just been hit by a bullet. You have cuts and bruises and burns all over your body! How can I not be concerned? Why - why are you looking at me like that?”

He was looking at you in a way as if he didn’t hear a word you just said. Bucky just laid there, smiling, while he lifted a hand to your cheek and gently struck it.

“I’ve missed you.”

Bucky moved to sat up halfway and you just opened your mouth to protest to no move or the stitched will reopen, when he was already pulling you in to a soft kiss. Your eyes fluttered shut and as always your whole body and mind said good night.

“Your lips are so soft. I could kiss them all day,” he murmured in between your lips.

Then don’t stop, was all you wanted to say, but you realized his health was more important right now. So you removed yourself a little and wanted to look reproachfully but honestly you couldn’t help with this man. “You’re still looking rather pale, love, you should stay in bed for a while. I’ll bring you food.”

But the moment you let go of him he pulled you further down again so you were now leaning against his side.

Immediately you protested. “You’re injured, Buck. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I’m still fit enough for this,” he replied cheeky while laying his arm around you. Snuggling into him, always careful not to hurt him somehow, you were about to close your eyes and just enjoy this moment, when a chuckle made you rip them open again.

Peter stood in the door frame, a mischief grin on his face.

“Oh, and Mr. Bucky?

Your eyebrow looks lit, by he way!”

[addictofsupernatural]

Emotions (pt. 5)

Billy Hargrove x reader

Summary: Billy and y/n go to prom together, but some people and things get in the way of the two.

Word Count: 2047

Chapter 1 • Series Masterlist • Chapter 6

"Guess where we're going."

You stared at the paper, frowning. "I've never been to one of these before. It's not on the list."

He flashed you a grin, pulling out your folded up bucket list from his pocket. At the bottom he scribbled the words prom together in marker. "Sure it is. What do you say?"

You stood, holding Billy's hand. He stood as well, and the two of you went to your room. You sat down on your bed and sighed. "That's a lot of people Billy. I don't know how I'll do with a big crowd."

He sat next to you. "What do you mean sweetheart?"

"Everybody's going to stare at me. It bothers me when it's a lot of people."

"Why do you think they'll stare at you? Is it because wearing a dress makes you a lot more cuter?" He teased.

You began to play with his hair while resting your head on his shoulder. "You attract a lot of attention, which isn't a bad thing. It's because you're so pretty, but people look at me funny when we're together. It makes me feel weird about myself."

Billy felt a pang of guilt and sorrow. Though you didn't realize it, you basically told him you feel insecure standing next to him. "Sweetheart, never be embarrassed about yourself. You're pretty damn gorgeous if you ask me, and it takes a pretty person to know a pretty person. So go find yourself a cute dress, and get ready for prom in two days. I'll be your date."

"I've never had a date before." You quietly said.

"Well, you got a pretty handsome first date. You must be special or something." He playfully nudged you.

You giggled. "Something like that."

Once he left, Mike walked into your room. "Hey, so, I know that I always talk crap about Billy Hargrove for being a man whore, but really. Be careful. Even though you're an ass most of the time, I still care about you."

You smiled. "Thanks Mike."

Joyce was more than happy to take you dress shopping, after she heard about the prom from Hopper complaining about it. You got a shoulderless, flowy dark blue dress and styled your hair the way Billy likes it.

There was a knock at the door, and Eleven answered to reveal Billy, in a black suit with a dark blue tie. Max was behind him, and shoved past him to get to El. Billy shook his head and huffed while walking inside, where Hopper looked him up and down. "Just, home by 10. Please. And no bad stuff." Billy smiled and nodded.

You walked out of your room, and Billy was blown away. Damn, you were just too sexy for your own good. You walked up to Billy, smiling as he gently grabbed your arm and put a blue corsage on your wrist. He took your hand and the two of you walked out of the house in silence. "So damn beautiful." Billy whispered into your ear before he opened the car door for you.

When he got inside, you immediately reached over to him and gave him a hug. "You're so perfect Billy."

He hugged you back. "Just trying to live up to you sweetheart." He paused. "Could you actually do me a favor?"

You pulled back and gave him a smile that cause him to unconsciously lick his lips. "Anything."

"Could you give me one of those little braids that you did when you were at my house?"

You giggled. "Sure Billy." He scooped you up into his lap, telling you to continue. You shook your head, smiling wider. "Such a charmer."

When you got there, the two girls in front handed you a ballet. "Vote for prom king and queen!"

You both looked at it. "Huh." Was all Billy said.

"Why are our names on it?" You asked.

"Guess people think we look cute together." Billy said, with his head on your shoulder. You looked back at him, and he looked up at you, grinning.

The two of you had fun together. You laughed, you danced, you took pictures. Though Billy didn't show it, this wasn't something he really wanted to do. He wanted to get you dressed up and make you feel special, but he didn't like how many eyes where on you two, or that the music was too loud to talk to each other. But he made you feel special, and you were a potential prom queen. He knew he would make you feel amazing, so it's worth it.

When they called for the king and queen candidates, it was no surprise to you that Billy would win. He looked back to you, giving you a smile and a shrug. You gave him a thumbs up in return, flashing him a grin. "And the winner for this year's Hawkins prom is... Heather Halloway!"

You smiled and clapped. Though you had to admit that it would feel like a fairy tale if you and Billy were king and queen together, you didn't really think you'd win. It's not like people like you, so why would they vote for you. But still, you were very happy for Billy to get his crown.

Billy's smile was wiped clean off when they announced Heather as the winner. She excitedly got her tiara and was immediately on Billy when they had to take a picture together. Right before the flash, she turned his head and gave him a kiss on the lips. He looked over to you, who was watching this happen and walked into the crowd, where he couldn't see you.

Shit. Shit shit shit! Why did you see that?! He didn't want the kiss. He didn't want her. He wanted you! Where were you now? You didn't leave, did you?Shit!

You walked over to the beverage table, where you saw Jonathan in an old light brown suit chaperoning. "Well, I didn't think I'd see you here." You said with a smile.

He looked up and smiled. "Yeah, right back at you. You look nice."

"Thanks. And you look very handsome in that suit." He let out a breath and looked down. "Need community service hours?"

He playfully scoffed. "Why else would I be here?" You giggled. "So, why are you here?"

"Oh, I'm here with Billy."

"Um, Billy Hargrove?" You smiled and nodded. "Isn't he, like, a lady's man or something?"

You smiled and shrugged. "We're actually just friends. Believe it or not he doesn't make moves like that on me. He's just playful with me, is all."

He nodded in response. "So, where is he now?"

"He was voted prom king, so right now he's dancing with his queen." Your smile became a little more forced.

"You like him, don't you?" There was no disgust or judgement in his voice like anyone else; only pure curiosity.

You put your finger to your lips with a smile. "Shh. I know someone shouldn't have a crush on their best friend, but sometimes you just can't help it."

"Yeah, I get that." He nodded, to which you made a face. He noticed. "Try to be nicer to Nancy. She's different from everyone else."

"If you say so." You shrugged. "I just don't like some of things she says and does." Jonathan rubbed the back of his neck. "Your mom was amazing, by the way. For taking me to pick out the dress."

"Yeah. Even though she's a little tomboyish, she really liked it. It's something that she can't really do with her sons, y'know?"

You let out a fake gasp and held his hand. "Don't talk about yourself like that! I'm sure she would love to go dress shopping with you, if that's what you want." The two of you laughed together.

As Billy went searching for you after the dance, he found you grabbing another guy's hand and laughing with him. Billy figured that he deserved that, considering he had another girl pressed up on him for almost 5 minutes. He crept up behind you and grabbed your arms. "Boo." He whispered in your ear.

You jumped, turning around and smiling so brightly. "Hey Billy. Congrats. Feeling like a king?"

"Feeling like I got the wrong queen." He said, taking your hand. "C'mon."

You looked at Jonathan. "Don't tell Nancy, please. I don't want to hear it." Jonathan only nodded.

Billy pulled you away, and another slow song started playing. You loosely put your arms on his shoulders when he grabbed your wrists and wrapped them tighter around his neck. Smiling, you watched him wink at you before putting his hands on your hips. "I didn't want her to kiss me, by the way. She just did."

You nodded lightly. "You don't have to explain yourself Billy."

"I know, but friends don't lie, right?" You chuckled and nodded. "Speaking of which, who was that?"

"Oh, Jonathan? He's the brother of one of El's friends. He's pretty nice, but he hangs around a girl that I don't like."

He hummed. "And here I thought you were kind and adorable to everybody."

"Mm. I'm only adorable to you. Anyways, she's got a boyfriend, Steve Harrington, and–"

"Ugh, King Steve," Billy interjected. "Don't see how he'd ever land any girl."

You laughed. "He's not that bad anymore. He's nice now. He treats me normally, so that's something." Billy made a tsk at that. "Anyways. She strings him along like a little puppy, even though it's obvious that she doesn't like him like that anymore. But she also leads Jonathan on and keeps him with her at all times. I just feel like she wants the best of both worlds, and that'll end up hurting both."

"What's so special about that girl? She got beer-flated nipples or something?" You both laughed.

"Excuse me." Heather said, grabbing your shoulder. "Can I cut in?"

"No." Billy said.

"Billy, you always play hard to get." She smiled. "Let's dance. Don't you want to dance with a real queen?"

Before Billy could say anything, you said, "How about after the song is over, hm?" She gave you a dirty look, but nodded and left. Billy looked at you miserably. So you did get the wrong impression. You pressed yourself against Billy and whispered in his ear. "Let's get out of here." He grinned. Or maybe you know him better than he thought?

The two of you then got fast food and brought it back to his house, considering Neil was on a business trip for a few days. You both sat on the floor and ate while watching TV and talking. You were sitting in between his legs and leaned on him. "I love this movie!" Was what you said before falling silent to watch Back to the Future.

Billy's mind began to wander to places they shouldn't. He thought about how your chest was snug in your dress, and how looking down at you gave him the perfect view. He thought of your soft hair that lay on your bare shoulders. He thought about your skin, looking so soft and calling for his touch. His mind wondered to how your head was tilted, almost like you wanted him to kiss your neck.

Billy cursed himself for thinking like that. You were friends, he shouldn't be thinking that way about you. What would you do if you found out about the ways he thought about you sometimes. What would you say? Would you still want to be friends? He unintentionally jumped a bit when you turned around. You gave him a bright smile. "Why are you staring at me?"

"You're just so damn perfect, my mind can't help but wander." He breathed out. He didn't think before he said that, but it was out now.

Your smile faded as your eyes flickered from his eyes to his lips. You then said in a quiet voice, "If you get romantic feelings towards your best friend, what do you do?"

Billy felt a surge of confidence as he took your face in his hands and went for a kiss. Billy has kissed lots of girls before, but it was never like this. It was never slow and sweet. It was never this kind of passionate. It was never as special as this.

He felt the warmness of your hands as they slid up his chest. As Billy pulled back, he saw you open your eyes and give him a beautiful smile. "I got a crush on my best friend too sweetheart." He said.

You wrapped your arms around his neck loosely. "So, what happens now?"

One arm snaked around your neck to hold you close to him. "Now I get to take you on romantic dates, and be around each other more, and make out and shit."

You giggled. "So it's how we are usually, but closer?"

He chuckled as he admired your happy glow. "Oh, pretty girl."

"Handsome boy."

"Your handsome boy."

"Your pretty girl."

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[starlit-serenade]

Starry-Eyed Smile | Chapter 1

⭐ Summary: You practically grew up with Youngjo, attached at the hip, two peas in a pod. You did everything together. At some point, both of your feelings became more than platonic, and you both knew it. Everyone knew it. But neither of you have had the courage to do anything about it.

⭐ Chapter 1: 2,255 words

⭐ Pairing: Reader X Kim Youngjo (Ravn) / Characters: GenderNeutral!Reader; Kim Youngjo (Ravn); Lee Seoho (Seoho); Kim Geonhak (Leedo); Lee Keonhee (Keonhee); Yeo Hwanwoong (Hwanwoong); Son Dongju (Xion);

⭐ Rated: E / Warnings: I talk too much about Youngjo’s smile / Genre: Fluff; BestFriends-To-Lovers; Angst; Love Triangle if you squint; Happy Ending;

《 Series Masterlist // ONEUS Masterlist // Boy Group Masterlist 》

"Youngjo, I got your food!"

You push your way into the recording studio, where Youngjo had told you he would be waiting for you, and for dinner. You haven't seen your best friend in almost a whole week, because he's been so busy preparing for ONEUS's upcoming comeback, but you finally managed to organize a time to hang out.

Tonight, he had said over the phone, at the recording studio. For dinner and maybe hanging out and relaxing after a hard day of work.

But now that you're here, you find his usual spot in his chair is empty.

"Huh?" You glance around the table. "He isn't at the dorm, is he? He said we'd meet here, right? Did he go to the dorm?" you ask yourself out loud.

His bag is on the floor, so he can't have gone home. Unless he forgot all of his stuff here, which isn't likely. He's usually more responsible than that, and it would be difficult to forget everything at the studio without noticing. You take out your phone to text him, opening texts and clicking on his icon. 

Suddenly, someone grabs your shoulder with a "boo!" and you yell in surprise, turning around with your hands up in a fighting stance, only to be faced with Youngjo himself, smiling like an idiot, looking so proud of himself for scaring you.

"Oh my gosh, Youngjo, you scared me," you say, lowering your hands. He laughs.

"Good to see you too." He hugs you tightly, and as he lets go and pulls away, his hands linger on your shoulders. This isn't a rare occurrence. They linger the same way his eyes often linger on yours a bit too long after you finish a conversation.

You've felt the tension between the two of you before. You and Youngjo practically grew up together. You know him like the back of your hand, and you're sure that Youngjo knows you that well, too. You know that you both feel something more than platonic feelings toward each other.

And yet, despite the feelings that you are almost useless that you both have, you two are just friends. You don't know why. Perhaps it's laziness. You're both so comfortable in friendship, and you love having Youngjo as a friend and you're somewhat worried that something romantic would ruin that. Or perhaps it has to do with busy-ness. Youngjo is a music producer, an idol. He's always busy, working tirelessly. You don't want tk be a distraction in his already busy life.

"I brought food," you say, lifting up the bag of takeout between you.

He smiles, says "Thank you, Y/Nie," and takes the bag, gesturing for the chair next to the desk before he sits down in his own chair. He sets the bag down and smiles at you.

"Are you the only one here?"

Youngjo shakes his head. "I think Seoho might still be here."

"How're comeback preparations going?" you ask.

"Things have been going well. Most of everything is done, we just have finishing touches left and, of course, filming," he says. "But things are well. We're prepared."

"And how are you?" you ask. Youngjo sighs, leaning back in his chair.

"Nervous."

"I know you are," you say. He usually is anxious for comebacks. He, and the rest of his members, work so hard every time, and he typically spends a lot of time perfecting everything, worrying if it's good enough for ToMoon. "I'm sure the album is great, Youngjo. Your music always is."

He smiles. "Thank you, Y/Nie. What'd you get?" he asks, reaching for the bag of takeout.

"Some spicy ramyeon. The kind I know you like."

He smiles sweetly, and you feel very proud of yourself for making him smile like that. You love his smile. You grew up with that smile. As kids, you would make each laugh every day with stupid jokes and fun kid games.

"Do you want some?" he asks, lifting the bowl toward you. You shake your head.

"I'm okay, I already ate," you say, but the smell of the food makes your mouth water anyway.

He pouts. "But you walked all the way here. I know you're a little hungry."

You stare down at the box of spicy ramyeon. It looks so good. And what you ate earlier today wasn't actually very filling, now that you think about it . . .

"Maybe I'll have a bit."

He smiles. "I knew you'd want some." He gathers the noodles on his chopsticks and raises it up for you. "Open up!"

You laugh a bit. You've been feeding each other since you were kids, so this isn't out of the ordinary. But now that you're both adults, it kind of feels silly and childish. Not in a bad way, but in a fun way. It brings you back to the times when you and Youngjo would sit in the grass and feed each other ice cream on hot summer days.

Youngjo feeds you a bit of the ramyeon. He offers you more but you politely decline. As he continues to eat, you two talk about anything and everything. How your work is going, what's happening with the other ONEUS members, what's going on with each of your respective families (you both say nothing much). As you two talk and talk, you find your eyes drifting back to the half empty bowl of ramyeon.

You're still hungry.

"Do you want to have some more?" Youngjo asks, noticing you staring at it so longingly.

"Yes please." You nod.

He chuckles and grabs the chopsticks and feeds you again, the same way. The noodles dangling from the chopsticks barely make it to your mouth, and you barely catch them. While the two of you are giggling, the noodles halfway in your mouth, the door creaks open. You nearly fall backward in your chair as you and Youngjo look at the intruder.

Lee Seoho stands in the doorway, one hand on the doorknob as he looks at you, a couple noodles hanging from your mouth. Embarrassed, you quickly cover your mouth with your hand and slurp up the noodles.

"Y/Nie," Seoho says, his voice cheerful and sweet. If you weren't peeking at him over your eyes, you'd still be able to hear the smile on his face. He's clearly amused by the sigh of you with noodles hanging from your lips.

"Hi Seoho," you say. Youngjo hands you a napkin, which you use to dab away at the drips on your chin. Seoho watches with a wide smile on his face, amused by your appearance.

"You two are cute," Seoho says. His smile softens a bit. "Youngjo, just so you know, I'll be heading to the dorm in about an hour, if you need anything."

"Okay, thanks."

"You two are cute," Seobo repeats. You roll your eyes, but Youngjo scolds him, twisting around in his chair to completely face Seoho.

"Hey! Don't you have a dance to practice?"

"Sorry," Seoho squeaks, giggling as he backs out the door and shuts it behind him.

"Anyway, would you like a sneak peak of a song?" Youngjo asks. He puts the empty take-out box and trash in the take-out bag to throw away later.

"Sure!"

He smiles widely and grabs the headphones from the table. He holds them up to you, and pauses.

"I can only show you a few seconds because too many spoilers isn't a good idea, if that's okay,"  he says. You nod. "Good."

You listen to the start of the title track, 'To Be Or Not To Be'. The beat is nice, and the music is a real vibe. But after ten seconds of the intro he moves to the chorus of the song. Ten seconds. Pause. He removes the headphones.

"What do you think?" he asks expectantly.

"I love it!" you say. "I mean, you only showed me about twenty seconds of the song, but from what I heard, it was awesome! I loved the beat, and the vocals were great! I heard some of your voice in there, Ravn. It sounds amazing."

He smiles proudly, and you swear his eyes are shining. "Thank you, Y/Nie!"

You can't help but smile. He's always loved the compliments. He doesn't usually tell you that he likes the praise, but you can tell from his smiles of pride he displays whenever you tell him he did a good job always makes you feel giddy inside. It's been this way since you two were kids.

"I'll show you one more," he says, obviously overcome by his joy.

He hands you the headphones again and plays the song. This beat is significantly different from the title track, and when he skips to the chorus, the beat is different. Surprising, but still really enjoyable and satisfying.

"Youngjo!" you yell a little louder than intended due to the music playing so loudly into your ears. He looks at you, that cute smile still spread over his face. "This one's really lovely, too!"

"Thank you! I knew you'd like it!" he yells back, amused with your volume. He lifts his hands and takes the headphones off of your head.

"Oh, was I loud?" you ask, voice lowered now that the headphones have been removed.

Youngjo laughs. "Yes, a little bit."

"Ah, sorry."

"No, no. It's ok."

Oh gosh, his wide smile is seriously to die for. Whenever he smiles at you like that, with his starry eyes, your heart beats ten times faster and you can't help but smile back. The same way he can't help but beam like the sun when you praise him.

"Oh, what time is it . . . ?" you ask, checking your phone.

"Oh right. You said you have to leave at 10:30, right? You have a meeting before work, right?"

"Mhm." You open your phone, squinting at the clock. "Ah! It's 10:43! I should get going," you say, standing up and gathering what little you brought for yourself. You grab the trash-filled take-out bag as well. "I'll throw this away on the way out."

"Okay. Need any help?"

You shake your head as you approach the door.

"Alright then. See you later, Y/Nie!"

"Bye, Youngjo!"

You close the door behind you as you exit the studio. As you make your way down the hall, you pause. Seoho should still be here for another ten minutes. Maybe you should say bye to him, too?

You head to the practice room you would usually find him in. Inside, you see him through the glass door, taking a drink of water, and you knock on the door. Seoho looks over in surprise before smiling widely and waving you inside. You enter and walk over to him, glancing around the room.

"I was just getting ready to go," Seoho says. "How are you, Y/Nie?"

"I'm well," you say as Seoho gathers his things. "Kind of busy with work and all. I have a meeting early tomorrow morning, which is why I'm leaving now."

"Ah, I see. What's that?" Seoho asks, nodding to the plastic bag in your hand.

"Oh, it's trash. I brought Youngjo some take-out because he'll be working so late tonight, and I'm taking the trash on my way out," you explain.

"I'll come with you. I'm leaving too, anyway, so I can walk with you and we can catch up."

"Alright, I'd like that."

He finishes gathering his stuff--water bottle, spare shoes--and walks with you outside. The night air is cool, and you shiver a bit. But it's not cold. You smile, feeling the coolness on your cheeks.

"It's been a while since I've seen you, what with all of the chaos of pre-comeback preparations. It's nice to see you Y/Nie."

"Yeah, it's nice to see you too, Seoho." You smile. "Are you excited for the comeback?"

He nods cutely. "Mhm. Excited and nervous."

"I'm sure. I listened to a bit of 'To Be Or Not To Be' and another one."

"Oh, did you?" he asks, eyebrow raised. You two reach the dumpster in the alleyway behind the RBW building, and you toss the bag of trash away as you nod.

"Which side track did you listen to?" he asks.

"Youngjo didn't tell me the name, but it went like this." You hum the tune, and Seoho claps joyfully.

"Oh yes, that one. 'Dizzy'!" he says.

"Oh! You and CyA contributed to 'Dizzy', right?" you ask. "Lyrics and composing."

"Yep!" Seoho laughs. "How did you like them?"

"They sound great. I heard your voice in the chorus of 'To Be Or Not To Be', and you did amazingly!" you say. "Youngjo only showed me tiny parts, but I can't wait to hear the full versions and the rest of the album. As for 'Dizzy', I could definitely feel your vibe."

"I can't wait for you to hear them," Seoho says. He thinks for a bit. "Y/Nie, the six of us are going to be filming tomorrow and the day after. You should come on Thursday to cheer us on."

"That sounds like a fun idea," you say, smiling. "I'll get to hear more of the title track then. I'll see if I can make it, what with work and all."

"Alright. Let me know and I'll text you details."

"Okay. Bye Seoho-ya," you say. You start walking away before pausing and turning back to him and giving him a tight hug. You pull away and smile up at him. He smiles back.

"Bye Y/Nie!"

"Bye!"

[soldierallen]

Married 8.

Warnings: domestic henry, a kiss, mention of the word whore, probably a curse word or two

Featuring: Henry Cavill, Sebastian Stan, Robbie Amell.

Part 7:

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It was already dark by this point

she would always sing in the car to new music that only she listened to everyone hated that she liked every single new song on the radio however they adored their best friend so it didn't bother them that she would sing loudly on road trips, it wasn't new to them it was traditional except for tonight, she sang nothing and looked out the window Henry tried to get her talking every once and awhile but it didn't work.

"Wait in the car for me, I'll be back" he said, he walked up to his front door unlocking it and slipping in quickly

Henry's such a good man, I wish I could have someone like him you know someone who takes care of me like he does, thinks about me..when nobody else does she sat there thinking of all the things that could've happened tonight- not one thing she wanted happened, he didn't stop the wedding she didn't stop the wedding he said he loves her but never continued to say anything else

Only 20 minutes later he had walked out in different clothes "oh comfy" she smiled sadly at his warm comfy clothes "its not like you don't own most of my clothes at your place" he said getting into the car she smiled devilishly "you know I can always buy you your own, oh and also I'm missing a certain sweater and if I find it in your closet I'm taking it back"

"Rude" she said rolling her eyes "it's not rude it's my sweater" he rolled his eyes putting the keys into the ignition the seatbelt noise and lights turning on

"Is it the white one with the buttons" she admitted he started the car with a laugh "yeah" he looked at her "oh you can have that back I don't even wear it" " I'm taking back the clothes I like" "you're not" "I am" he backed out of his driveway and drove off onto the road to her house

"Okay fine but there is two pieces you absolutely cannot have"

"Which are?" He said looking at from the corner of his eye "the navy blue sweater with the white letters of the sleeves, that's the sweater you put me in when I stayed at your house... that one night" she trailed off he knew and put his hand on her hand for reassurance "and that grey t shirt it's so comfy and big smells like you" none of the words on the clothing would come into her mind "you took that out of my drawer you thief!" he said "it's no big deal I'll buy you a new one!" She explained she loved arguing with Henry like this, it was just a lot of teasing it never went further than teasing ever.

"I'll be looking forward to it" he laughed and so did he adored their playful arguments about literally nothing it felt so pure to him knowing that he still had that friend, that one friend who you could talk about anything with smile with laugh with, she has always taken my side and I've taken hers.

Sebastian was worrying as soon as he walked into that front door, everything came crumbling down.

"Mom" sebastian yelled his mother coming down the stairs quickly hearing her son's voice "baby" she put her hands on his face "I messed up I really messed up ma and I don't know how to fix it" he paced she hugged her boy he hugged her back "I'm gonna lose y/n I'm gonna lose her cause I made too many mistakes that aren't fixable" he was so worn out at this by time he wanted nothing more than to just perish, nothing felt real.

"sit down, you can always fix things between you and y/n just tell her everything the truth the real truth." she sympathizes with him he sat down on her and his "father's" couch "where's tripp" he was so done with this day he rubbed his forehead cold metal on his skin he looked up the wedding ban still on his finger he pulled it off and threw it across the room it hitting the wall falling behind the TV.

"He's asleep he was so angry at her he couldn't contain it, cheating on you like that? He's is very protective over his kids seeing her hurt you like that drove him crazy"

"Tripp doesn't care you're just saying that to make me feel better" sebastian folded his arms over chest looking at the TV screen which played some kind of cooking show it was quiet "your father loves you sebastian, can you just not be a jerk for 10 seconds and maybe you will realize that all the people in your life love you and care about you." His mother was right and he knew she was right it was just his anger and his frustration would always come out at the wrong times.

"Is rose okay?" His mother nodded "she had a talk with faith and she reassured her that you were okay" he laughed.. the sound draining quickly

"Do you remember what grandpa said before he passed" she laid her head on her sons shoulder he gave her a questioning look "Something Broken Can Always Be Fixed" she looked at a frame picture of her father and sebastian on the wall a few months before he got sick, sebastian opened his jacket pocket feeling the silver ring she gave him he pulled it out looking at it twirling it in his finger "she gave this to me a few days before the wedding, she said she needed to give me it now because the wedding was going to be too hectic to actually see my reaction" he swallowed thinking about a more simpler time, and then he remembered the argument in his driveway and that... that was the worst day for him.

"Grandpa gave it to her to give to me when I needed it the "most".. now I know why she gave it to me so early" he looked at the engraved writing inside of the ring, "how did he know to give it to her?" His mother asked "She's been in my life forever he knew she was someone to keep forever"

Henry put down his bag on her bedroom floor "what if I just call him to see if hes okay?" She was still thinking about it, I mean he did confess his love for her.. she should talk to him at least for a minute right?

" but after everything he's done you still want to check on him?" she stared at him "what if he needs me" "you both will live with it, you both need a breather from each other I promise it's for the better" he looked for her remote throwing it at her she turned on the TV, the news was on it was 11pm on a Sunday, the streets were somewhat quiet..

He sat next to her on her bed she laughed at him whilst he stared at her studying her facial features, he always admired her.

she pulls the hair tie out of her hair fixing it on her wrist, looking at him from the corner of her eye "what?" She finally broke the silence

"You know, I always thought you were gorgeous" she smiled "oh come on" she put her hand on his shoulder

"When we were nineteen I considered asking you out and I chickened out!" He said both of them laid on the pillows watching some show

"Nineteen year old me was a hoe" she said with a laugh "nineteen year old you was hot" he half smiled she pushed his arm lightly

"nineteen year old me would've so fucked nineteen year old Henry, we were very fuckable than" she smirked "yeah twenty five year old y/n and Henry are very fuckable dont underestimate us" he filrted, he got up looking in her closet she blushed lightly

"After all these years you still make me blush" she threw a pillow at his backside which he caught and threw it back at her "I'm very charming what could I say" he laughed but it was muffled her clothing in the closet making it seem quieter.

"Where the hell is my white sweater?" he said inside of the closet looking "the last article on the right side should be it" she focused on his back and butt "I am not a sexual object you can objectify" he looked over his shoulder at her with a fake frown she laughed very loudly covering her face in embarrassment he turned to her "I'm kidding" he pulled the sweater out onto her bed "I thought this was nicer? How long have you had it"

"A few months I thought it was comfy but it was just itchy" she laughed

"We should eat?" He suggested

A phone call ruined the mood definitely. It was Henry's and it was Sebastian

"Hello" he answered the phone putting it on speaker.

"Are you with her?" Seb asked he looked up at her for an answer she quickly nodded no

"No I'm alone what's up" He acted like he was concerned when in reality he wasn't.

"I think I need to see her just explain everything really get to the bottom of it?" He sat next to her she looked at Henry, Henry looked at her gave no real answer

"I think you should do whatever you feel is right" Henry said, he wanted them to mend their relationship but he knew sebastian wasn't going to do that properly.

"Is it too soon?" He was curious

"No do it because you want to not because you have to" Henry wanted to get mad and just scream and tell him to wrap it up were adults!

" if I just give it time??"

"How long is she suppose to wait for you?"

Sebastian had no answer on the other side

"Don't call her than it's that simple" he looked at y/n for reassurance she had no reaction

"Henry, I didn't know how I felt about her until the night of the argument it really got my gears turning that I was making a mistake I didn't feel like myself"

"Seb you haven't been yourself since Alex walked into the party on the roof, it's a completely different person you have turned into, you know that y/n told you" he looked at y/n and she mouthed "he knows he just wants to hear you say it" she said to Henry In a small whisper

"I know I just wanted to hear you say it" Henry gave her these eyes like how did you know "I know him" she mouthed no words coming out of her mouth

"Henry I didn't call for you to be angry"

"She said it, I absolutely couldn't care less if you get together or not"

"She doesn't want to talk to me.." he was bummed, and tired I think sebastian needed to sleep for the next week and think about what he did "she wants to talk to you beileve me just not tonight call her tomorrow and work it out alright" Henry said

they hung up and Henry gave her a weird look

"why did you want me to do that?"

"I don't want to suffer anymore if he wants me if can call me I can't do it.." she said he turned to face her getting closer to her "you're a good women, my best friend you deserve someone who will take care of you" she pulled him towards her face her kissing him he kissed back lightly a small smile creeped onto his face "what was that" he asked "I wanted to see what it would be like, was you okay with it" she was a little afraid thinking she overstepped

"I liked it" he tried to contain his self from giggling it was just funny to him, that they kissed and it didn't certainly mean much to the both of them... or so they thought. she got up grabbed her phone off the living room coffee table

"Okay I'm not watching a chick flick" he insisted coming behind her resting his chin on the nuk of her shoulder

"You love my chick flicks cavill, romance is the key" she looked to the side of her to see his face

"Fine I choose the food" he grabbed the phone out of her hand "hey" she got offended "I don't want Chinese or thai food" "you're making me sad"

"You get a chick flick, I get those tacos from down the street"

"You always complain their bad?" She looked for her jacket

"Yeah? Your point is?" He said she laughed shaking her head, never mind she thought.

"Or I get a chick flick and we go get both" she dangled her keys in his face he grabbed them "okay"

"Why" she whined

"Because you're a horrible driver"

"You just keep offending me?"

"I guess it's in my nature" he laughed kissing her cheek she was fluttered by butterflies in her stomach, she liked the way Henry made her feel.

"Should I change my shorts it's cold" she said

"Change I'll wait for you"

"Thanks" she went back into her room to change her shorts when all of sudden she realized.... I kissed Henry?

He watched her walk back into her room his brain exploded with questions... I kissed y/n?

He bit his lip knowing that she wanted that she wanted him, it was crazy for him to ever think she wanted him in that kinda way, he didn't just like the kiss he loved it.

When they got into the car it was quiet but a comfortable quiet a very bearable nice quiet being in the company of someone you would do anything for was a good feeling.

"Are we just not gonna talk about you kissing me earlier" he tried to keep a straight face wanting to smirk so badly

"I just wanted to see what it was like that's all" it was kind of a lie, she wanted to feel something anything and she got it she felt butterflies

"Oh okay" he nodded at her, a red light appearing in front of them he looked to his right at her she looked at him "can you stop staring at me" she let out a small laugh "you're beautiful I can't help it" he looked back at the road

They got to the thai place ordering, they waited when a familiar face they had just seen a few hours ago appear, Robbie.

"Robbie??" Henry called out to the man sitting by himself, he held y/n's hand his protective side coming out strongly

"Henry y/n" robbie said he was still in his suit no tie on his dress shirt unbuttoned hair was tousled he looked like a wreck

"Hows it going y/n after everything?" Robbie knew feelings for sebastian

"Okay I guess, what happened?" She asked, Henry felt sympathy for the guy all he wanted was the girl he loved and got put into a lot of other shit. And so did she "Well after you all left, sebastian's father yelled at me for ruining his son's "marriage" and taking away the one good thing sebastian had in his life" robbie air quotes marriage because it wasn't a real marriage and they both knew it "and then Alex came and told me to eat shit and screamed at me for the first time in 4 years that was fun, and now am here eating thai food alone at almost 1am" he was so frustrated

"hey go get the food" Henry whispered to y/n and that's what she did

"Listen robbie what you did today was a bold and brave move, you had more guts than any one of us since the past 5 months I know things are probably really shit right now but I promise everything will fall into place" he put his hand on his shoulder a comforting hand robbie gave a comforting smile "I did this all for her, and i get nothing out of it" he said the women with his order ready to hand it to him, "I know everything's gonna be alright" he patted his shoulder once again and regrouped with y/n "thanks for the talk Henry you're not so bad" robbie tried to joke around Henry laughed "yeah people tell me that" he held y/n's hand out the door

"What you did was really nice of you"

"What?"

"I heard you"

"Yeah I just felt bad for the guy"

"Me to, but I guess me and robbie are going through it together huh?" Henry smiled sadly and hung his arm around her "we're gonna get through it okay?" She nodded they got into the car and drove to their next destination, remotely "bad" tacos as Henry says.

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"You're weird" _ "Or you're just basic" for Jace/Sebastian

Jace frowned annoyed at his mirror image. He had been trying to fix his hair for ten minutes now. But it kept falling into his face, all... soft. How did his alternate self not own any hair-products?

For now, he had to go and figure out how to find Clary so they could end this quest.

They needed to hurry.

"You're looking lovely as always, angel."

Jace blinked slowly. He had just exited his food truck – coffee truck? He had a truck. That was bizarre already. He was a... mundane. Wearing soft, pastel-colored clothes, having his hair fall into his face, having a mundane job. Everything about this was bizarre.

"I...", started Jace before he ran out of words.

The blonde in front of him was handsome. Very sharp cheekbones, bright and intense eyes that seemed to penetrate Jace's very soul. They were so intense that Jace felt himself blush without meaning to, like his body – this body – had a very distinctive link to that gaze.

"You done here?", asked the handsome blonde with a smile. "But before we leave..."

A sharp intake of breath escaped Jace as he was being pulled into a kiss. His body reacted on autopilot, seemingly very used to kissing this man. Jon. His boyfriend. The thought immediately invaded his mind, filling him with warmth and comfort in a way Jace had never felt before.

"You're unusually quiet, babe", chuckled Jon, gently tucking Jace's hair behind his ear. "Come on. We're running late for dinner, my love. Don't forget your helmet."

My love? Babe? Angel? Did this guy even know Jace's name? Honestly, all those petnames were embarrassing – so why did they make him feel so... warm. Blinking slowly, Jace returned to his truck to find a motorbike helmet. Reluctantly taking it and putting it on, he went to follow Jon. This wasn't the mission. He needed to find Clary. To hurry her along. But maybe this – boyfriend – of his could help him? Perhaps he could subtly ask to be dropped off at Clary's? Assuming that this Jace even knew this Clary. And really, why should they? The two had nothing in common, shared nothing. Jace had been born in Idris and if Idris was not a part of this world... shouldn't he have grown up vaguely in Europe? The closest to where Idris was?

"Come here, love", ordered Jon as he sat down on a very sexy bike.

Blinking overwhelmed, Jace just followed the blonde's lead and found himself pressed against his boyfriend. This was stupid. This shouldn't make his heart race like that. He didn't even know the guy. It wasn't as though he was Jace's boyfriend. He was the boyfriend of alternate Jace.

"I really hope you didn't snack on too many of your own baked goods again", chuckled Jon when they reached their destination. "Though I do understand why you'd do so. You're an incredible baker, love. Now let's go inside and don't let father fluster you again."

Dazed and still overwhelmed by this bizarre reality, Jace allowed himself to be ushered inside, just to find himself opposite a startled Clary. The two just stared at each other, until Jon stepped up to hug Clary, startling Jace even more. He frowned confused and looked around, just to find the explanation hang on the wall. A family picture. Valentine Morgenstern, Jocelyn Fairchild, Clary Fray – and Jon. There was a brother. Clary's brother. Jace was dating Clary's brother, who was very much alive in this reality. Then again, why wouldn't he? Valentine apparently wasn't insane and he thus hadn't caused the fire that supposedly killed his son.

"Jon! Will! You're here", called Jocelyn out with a bright smile.

Jace paused utterly confused, looking at Clary a little lost. She just shrugged. The next moment, Jace was being pulled into a tight hug by the redhead who smelt like cinnamon and warmth. It got very weird when Valentine clasped a hand down on his shoulder, smiling.

"William. It's so good to see you", smiled Valentine pleased.

William? Okay. Sure. Alternate reality. If there was no Shadow World, why would everything be the same? Old Shadowhunter families had stronger naming traditions than mundies. Being mundies, they might have picked different names. Maybe... Maybe his mother had survived his birth in this reality and she had gotten a say in naming him...? William Wayland. There was something nice about the alliteration. He could work with this, for now.

"You're coming to the party, right?", asked Jocelyn smiling, holding Valentine's hand and looking from him to Jon. "You're not bailing again. You know this is important to your father, Jon."

"Love, don't pressure the boys. They're young and busy", laughed Valentine.

Jonathan made a face and grabbed Jace's hand, lifting it up to kiss his knuckles. "I suppose we will. Unless you come up with some very creative excuse, love?"

"I... I got nothing?", offered Jace with a shrug.

Valentine laughed. "That's why I like the boy. Now come, I made spaghetti."

Jace followed Valentine to the kitchen, to sit around the table with Valentine Morgenstern, Jocelyn, Clary and Jonathan. Really the only way to describe this reality was: Bizarre. Jonathan leaned in and kissed Jace's cheek. Just like that. Without reason. Just to... be affectionate.

/break\

"Jace? Jace, we... we need to talk about this. You need to talk about this."

Jace glared as he looked up at his parabatai. Wrapping his arms around his legs, Jace waited for Alec to come and sit down next to him on the bed. The two had a big fight about Clary, but after everything that had happened... The parabatai would always put each other first. Stupid fights, they meant nothing compared to the bond they had. And Jace knew he had been stupid. But he had also explained it to Alec, that seeing Clary so broken over losing the one parent she still had, that it reminded him of himself, that Jace somehow just... couldn't turn away. Alec, who had seen Jace back then after losing his father, he understood it a little better. He still hated that Jace had picked the helpless mundie over him, but he understood it in a way.

"Valentine is your father", whispered Alec.

"He's not", muttered Jace before pausing. "I mean. He posed as Michael Wayland and... raised me, but he's not my biological father."

"How can you be so sure?", asked Alec with a frown. "Does it not make more sense that he and his son went to take over the Wayland family...? More sense than, what, have him steal... another child to raise as his own? And where would be the real Jonathan...?"

"I don't know. I don't know any of the answers to that", sighed Jace. "But I know I'm not Jonathan Morgenstern, because I... because I met him."

"You met him? Where? How?", asked Alec with a frown.

"Well... while... while we were fighting, Clary and I kind of... went to a parallel universe", muttered Jace with a half-shrug. "A world where... where Valentine wasn't insane, because there was no Shadow World. And Valentine and Jocelyn were happily married."

"Oh. Yeah, you would have been raised by them if you were actually their son", nodded Alec.

"On top of that, I was... I was kind of... dating Jon?", offered Jace in a hushed voice.

"Dating? A... A guy? Jonathan Morgenstern?", asked Alec stunned, leaning back.

"I mean... I...", started Jace before he paused. "I don't talk about it a lot, because I know... it's not very welcomed by the Clave. But I kind of... do swing... both ways. I've had flings with male Downworlders before. That's not... it..."

"You... You do...", whispered Alec surprised.

"I would have... told you, but... I... I just... I didn't want to drag you into this, in case it meant trouble for me and considering I just had... meaningless flings... I didn't think it'd mean anything. I figured, one day I'd actually meet a nice girl, get married, bring honor to the family, all that stuff, you know? Because I've never actually been in love."

"Okay", nodded Alec and cleared his throat. "But... in this parallel world...?"

"I loved him", whispered Jace with a frown, folding himself even smaller. "I could feel it. It was like the body's memories – my conscience was in the other Jace's body and... I felt the echo of his memories. His feelings. And the other Jace loved him so much and... Jon made me feel... warmer than I've ever felt before. Like, warm from the inside. Safe. It was... odd. I never felt that way."

"Okay. So, Jonathan Morgenstern was alive and you loved him", nodded Alec and heaved a sigh.

"Yeah", nodded Jace with a frown.

"What... do you want to do, Jace?", asked Alec with a frown.

"I don't know", shrugged Jace and shook his head. "I just... I think I want to find him?"

"You really think he's still alive?", asked Alec. "I just... are you sure you're not setting yourself up for... disappointment? What if... he's dead, or... a villain?"

"I don't know, Alec", sighed Jace. "I really don't know. I just know I... I need to find him."

"Then we'll do everything to find him", promised Alec softly.

/break\

Only that it got all a little delayed when Valentine stole the Mortal Cup, kidnapped Jace and tortured him for a couple days. And even after Jace managed to escape, he was still not safe. Aldertree made sure of that, of making him feel not safe in the Institute. So he moved in with Magnus.

"You look horrible, blondie", noted Magnus as he sat down next to Jace.

"You get kidnapped by Valentine for a fun boat-trip", grunted Jace annoyed.

Magnus huffed amused and summoned some sandwiches for Jace. "Eat something. I know you've barely eaten, or slept. And then tell me what's on your mind. Not the kidnapping or the... torture. There's something else nagging on you."

"Valentine", muttered Jace. "Pretending to be my father. He... He did... on the ship. Made... spaghetti. Like he used to as Michael Wayland. Playing up the father-card. Pretending he actually is my father, when I very well know that... that I am not Jonathan Christopher Morgenstern. Only that now... I don't... I don't know who I am at all anymore... Am I Michael Wayland's child and Valentine just killed him and raised me? Or am I someone else entirely...?"

"That's... awful", offered Magnus gently after a moment, a little surprised that Jace had actually opened up to him about this. "Is there anything else you want to tell me...?"

"You're... powerful. You're a powerful warlock. Do you think you can... track him?", asked Jace.

"Track him? Who?", asked Magnus a little confused.

"Jonathan", whispered Jace, not looking at Magnus. "I've been... thinking about him. A lot."

"Because of what Valentine did to you?", asked Magnus concerned.

"Not entirely", shrugged Jace and took a deep breath. "Before. Before he... took the Mortal Cup. Clary and I, we went to an alternate reality and I... met Jon there. I met him and I just... if there is any chance that he did survive, I need to make sure Valentine doesn't hurt him anymore."

"I'm not sure how, since I have nothing of his", admitted Magnus with a frown.

"We can ask Jocelyn. She must have something", replied Jace determined.

"This is surprisingly important to you", mused Magnus as he nodded.

Jace just shrugged and shook his head. No need to tell Magnus about that.

/break\

"You're not going to Edom alone, Jace! That's ridiculous!", exclaimed Clary. "He's my brother!"

Jace gritted his teeth annoyed. He didn't want to endanger Clary. He had hoped Magnus' tracking would lead to some dungeon somewhere. But apparently, Jace had gotten away lucky when Valentine had faked his death, because when Jon became inconvenient, he just... got banished to literal hell. They had found out so yesterday, after Clary had more or less borrowed the small wooden box with Jonathan's belongings and also a lock of his hair. It took some time, because Jonathan wasn't actually on this Earth, but Magnus did manage to track him.

"I think that neither of you should go", grunted Alec, arms crossed and glare on his face. "This is insane, Jace. You don't even know him. You don't know what being raised by Valentine and living in hell for who knows how long might have done to him!"

"So what. He doesn't deserve to live in hell! No one does, Alec!", exclaimed Jace angrily.

"If this is about that alternate reality-", started Alec.

"No! I mean, yes, I just... I don't know!", growled Jace. "I don't know. I just know that, on that ship, one of the main things that kept me fighting and not giving in was that... that memory... of... the way he made me feel. How much he... loved me, in that other reality. I know it's stupid. I know that wasn't me and I know that wasn't actually him. I know this Jonathan will be different from that Jon, but... if there is anything we can do to free him from hell, we need to do it, Alec. I need to do it."

"Then I will come with you", stated Alec seriously.

"I'm sorry, can we maybe wind back to the part where Jace was dating the alternate version of Clary's brother?", asked Simon. "And where my girlfriend wants to go to hell."

"Simon", sighed Clary a little flustered. "I'll be fine, especially with Jace at my side."

That was a recent development. Jace wasn't really sure what to think about it, but the nerd made Clary happy and he knew he had no feelings for Clary. Not like that. He had felt drawn to her at first, in the excitement of all the adrenaline rush this had given them. But there was nothing substantial there. If he thought about the way Jon had made him feel in that alternate reality though, he knew he couldn't chase any what if with Clary, because she'd never make him feel that way. But he also knew that it was insane to chase a what if with a Jonathan he didn't know...

"Jace...", started Izzy softly, looking at him. "You've done a lot of reckless things to help Clary, but this takes the crown. Are you really sure about this...?"

Gritting his teeth, Jace grabbed Isabelle's hand and squeezed. "Yes. Yes, I am, Iz. Trust me."

"Magnus?", asked Alec, looking hopefully at his boyfriend.

"I don't like this, darling", sighed Magnus with a frown. "I... I don't like any of this."

"I know", whispered Alec and cupped Magnus' cheek. "I know. Neither do I. But I won't let my parabatai go to hell alone. Can you... Can you send us?"

Sighing, Magnus nodded. "It's important that the three of you do not get separated. And that you hurry. Edom is dangerous. Please be safe."

Alec smiled and leaned down, kissing Magnus. "I promise I will."

"You too, Fray. Watch out for yourself", huffed Simon, hugging Clary tightly before kissing her.

Jace watched the two couples with an oddly empty feeling in himself. He had never experienced romantic love before. And he had never actually longed for it either. But now that he saw it around him and now that he had this echo of a knowledge of what love felt like...

"Let's go to hell", grunted Jace, taking Alec and Clary by the hands.

/break\

Jonathan had always pictured what it would be like, to escape Edom. He had planned it, he was so close. He would summon the demon Azazel and make a deal. He would escape, find his mother and sister, claim the life that should be his. He would find the other Jonathan and make him pay for stealing his life, for being daddy's golden boy.

"J... Jonathan", whispered the redheaded girl shocked, staring at him.

He looked at her, confused. Humans. Down in Edom. Well, they weren't going to survive long.

"Jon?", whispered the blonde next to her, his voice gentle. "I'm Jace. That's Clary, your... your sister. We came... to save you."

That was in no way how he had ever pictured escaping, or meeting those two. He frowned as he stared at the radiant blonde. He was so beautiful. Unburned, with soft-looking skin, adored with runes. Golden hair framing his face – Jonathan remembered, faintly, that he used to have such hair too. There was a third with them, a weary looking dark-haired man.

"Let's get back. Magnus said we gotta hurry", urged the dark-haired one.

"Why would you do this?", asked Jonathan skeptically.

"You're my brother", declared Clary fiercely. "Of course I'd come for you!"

Of course. The way she said those words. With so much determination. Jonathan didn't understand where it came from or what it meant, but it sounded like the thing he had craved all his life. He went with them, because he had wanted to leave hell for a long, long time now. He would decide everything else afterward. What to do, what to do with them.

/break\

"It's going to take a lot of magic and many sessions to do it, but yes, I believe I can heal that."

Jonathan blinked as he looked at the warlock circling him. He didn't understand what was happening at all. Not why he was back on Earth, why Clary and Jace had come to return him, not why the warlock was willing to fix his burned skin.

"We can't bring him to the Institute", whispered the dark-haired tall one.

"I know that, Alec", hissed Jace back. "We'll... find a solution."

"He's your responsibility, blondie, but for now he can stay here. It'll make more sense for the treatment too", sighed the warlock. "I am Magnus Bane, by the way."

"Jonathan", whispered Jonathan, staring blankly at the warlock – Magnus Bane.

"Not the chatty type", chuckled Magnus amused. "Oh well. My other roommate talks enough for two, so that evens out, I suppose. I do wonder, when did I open an orphanage for Shadowhunters?"

"Don't be dramatic, Bane", huffed Jace and rolled his eyes.

"Thank you, Magnus, for taking yet another stray in and for helping me save said stray", stated Magnus in a voice that was meant to mock Jace. "Why don't you go and be useful instead? Show our new guest his room. It's opposite yours, blondie."

"Come on", nodded Jace, looking at Jonathan.

Why was he doing this? Why was he being nice to Jonathan? He of all people. The one Jonathan had vowed to hate and to destroy. The one he thought he was going to face off against. Instead, he showed... he showed Jonathan a kindness that Jonathan had never experienced before.

/break\

Jonathan was dazed as he stared at his own mirror-image. Handsome. Sharp cheekbones, deep eyes, bright-blonde hair. It was just a glamour for now, Magnus said the treatment to actually heal and restore him would take some longer. But this was what he would look like in the end...? He still didn't quite understand how they knew this. He had been burned as a child, after all.

"Okay, so we angel-blooded ones would actually activate the Soul Sword. But Jonathan would be able to destroy the Soul Sword. At the cost of his own life", summed Jace up in the other room.

"So Jace and I can't touch it under any circumstances", sighed Clary. "But we need to free Simon."

"As of right now, Valentine still thinks that you believe his lie to be his son, right?", asked Alec, pacing the room and looking at Jace. "Because I think I have a plan..."

Jonathan watched them passively from the doorway. He was still trying to find their angle. Was this it? Had they brought him back to use him to destroy the Soul Sword...?

/break\

The war was won. Officially won. Jace was drained. Quite literally so. He had given his blood to Simon to save his life. That had been Alec's plan. Jace had used a glamour to pose as Clary, because if Valentine actually got a hold of Clary, while threatening her boyfriend and best friend, Alec didn't quite trust her not to do something reckless to save his life. Isabelle all the while was posing as Jace and making Valentine believe that Jace wanted to pull and 'destroy' the Soul Sword in one of his heroic sacrifices of which Alec had immediately accused Jace. Which wasn't far off. If he carried the demon-blood, he would use it to destroy the sword. But this way, they could secure it.

This way they had secured it. No one on their side got seriously injured, Isabelle had secured the sword, Alec and the troops had gone and arrested Valentine and his men.

Exhausted, Jace stumbled out of the Institute to see the most impossible thing. Simon and Clary, laughing, Simon whirling Clary around in the sunlight. They looked like the perfect couple. So happy. Jace's heart clenched, aching for that happiness too.

Shaking that thought off, he headed back toward the loft. Back... home. To see how Jonathan was doing. He knew it was stupid. The emotional attachment he had to a man he didn't know. But in a way, were they not linked? Connected by their past. Being raised as Valentine's sons and heirs. Tortured and abused by the mad man and tossed aside when no longer useful.

"You look dreadful, Jace."

Jace smiled faintly at the voice and at seeing Jonathan sit on the couch, watching him closely. Over the past week, Jonathan had grown maybe a tiny bit more comfortable around here. He definitely did not trust them yet and was looking for some ulterior motive – and Jace couldn't blame him for that. But it was... nice. Coming home to see Jonathan waiting for him.

"Being drained by a vampire does that to you", snorted Jace and collapsed next to Jonathan.

"I don't understand why you brought me here", stated Jonathan with a frown. "This morning. When you talked of a demon-blooded Morgenstern who could destroy the Soul Sword, I thought that was it. That was why you brought me back. To use me to destroy it. But... you didn't."

"I can... tell you why I brought you back, but you'll think it's irrational and stupid. I know it's irrational and stupid", offered Jace with a sigh.

"It can't be more irrational and stupid than anything I have come up with in the past weeks."

"Wanna bet?", snorted Jace and shook his head. "Clary and I went to an alternate reality, where there are no Shadowhunters. Where... Where Valentine was never an insane genocidal maniac. And Clary and I, we... saw you. We saw Jocelyn and Valentine happily married. We saw you. Happy and good. That's why we started looking for you, because we learned that you were alive."

"On a theoretical level, I... might understand why Clarissa wanted to find me. I am her brother and she is the bright, innocent counterpart to me", noted Jonathan thoughtfully. "But you."

"I... We were dating in the parallel world. Like I said, irrational and stupid, but I could feel what my counterpart had felt. I could feel the love he held for you and I could feel... how much that other you loved the other me. I needed to save you."

"Very well, you win. That is more irrational and stupid than any of my theories", agreed Jonathan slowly, looking at Jace surprised. "I am not that person. I don't even know you. I spent all of my life hating you for taking what was mine. My father's pride and praise."

"I... I'm...", started Jace surprised, feeling oddly like he had been slapped.

"Never mind", sighed Jonathan and shook his head. "I have... no burning hatred for you anymore. I am mainly just... confused by you. You're... weird."

"Or you're just basic", huffed Jace with a shrug. "Whatever. I'm going to get some sleep."

Jonathan tilted his head. Him? Basic? Really, Jace was very weird. But somehow Jonathan found it both amusing and intriguing. Which in itself was a problem, really.

/break\

It had been weeks now. Weeks since Magnus had managed to fully restore Jonathan's skin, to end the agonizing pain the burns had brought with them. Weeks since the war had ended and Valentine had been brought to Idris to be served justice. Weeks of Clary being gentle and trying to get to know him, telling Jonathan about Jocelyn, about their mother. Jonathan always pictured latching onto her, once he would be freed. Clinging onto her as his light. Yet... Yet he found himself seeking out Jace and his warmth and light. The first person he had seen in Edom, to bring him back.

"You play beautifully", noted Jonathan where he sat on the couch, drinking wine.

Jace was playing the piano for him. Well, he was playing the piano. Jonathan had just taken to claiming that time as his time sitting on the couch, drinking wine. Tucking his hair behind his ear, Jace turned toward Jonathan and smiled. When Jace smiled at him like that, it made Jonathan feel warm. A warmth he missed since coming back to this world.

"You said that the alternate versions of us were happy", mused Jonathan reluctantly as he got up from his seat. "I don't know what happiness means. But I know that I have been feeling... drawn to you... for the past weeks. Like a moth to the light."

"Well, now you're just weird", huffed Jace flustered.

"Perhaps it is you who is basic?", suggested Jonathan amused.

He reached out to cup Jace's cheek and tilt his head up. Jace looked particularly pretty like that, looking up at Jonathan from beneath his long lashes, with his plump lips parted a little. Tempting.

"I have a feeling this is a horrendously bad idea", whispered Jace as Jonathan leaned down.

"According to your parabatai, horrendously bad ideas are your thing", offered Jonathan smirking.

Before Jace could voice any form of protest, Jonathan's lips were upon his. And it simply felt right. Both of them felt at ease, balanced out. Like this was where they belonged. With each other.

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[the-firebird69]

You took 20 minutes and wasted time so did BGA and stuff we know about you're both huge hookers and you're giving everything away your massive f***** and you don't know what you're doing and we have like this war where everybody's going after us right now because of you two numb nuts I want you dead and I'm going to hire people to kill you and BG is and he is too we're going after you and you're an idiot son and you're an idiot clone and we admit that you made our lives a living hell cuz you're so goddamn stupid along with Tommy F we should be killed no matter what and we're putting hits on him too he's just sitting here and you're bothering this s*** out of him and nothing happens good for us you stupid f****** twat there's a holocaust on us because of you you don't get anything out of it you just stupid now we're going to find your people and put them all down and I drive this f****** idiot Brian into you because that's what I can do to get rid of him cuz he's a f****** fool and he is I can't believe this s*** that's coming out of your stupid little retarded kid mouth right now you're such a loser Trump do you even realize that you're going to prison all the time and you're running for president nobody wants you doing this s*** you're an embarrassment all of us are embarrassed and you're ruining the image of the country and stuff and he doesn't really care that much they're not running the country and they're not really part of it and you caused that to happen you're a f****** loser and you would doomed us and we should put you in trial in this idiot Brian he's saying he's asked for it and requested for it for years so these two are traitors to your race into your kind they should have been sacrificed to the max instead they sit here blabbing and blabbing like little a****** kids putting all sorts of junk around throwing stuff up on the thing who cares it's just you ruining everything idiot and we can't stand you I'm filing charges against you three over there what you're doing to me I'm going to go find a bunch of people to do it criminal charges I'm sick of you and as tons of your characters I want you out and Tommy F will help and then you go back in him you f****** f***** you taught this guy to do that you stupid s****

Jenna

You know we've been listening to hammerheads for 20 years kind of got used to it and now I see what you've been doing we're looking at tapes and stuff for you too f****** queers and your idiot clone and you're sitting there telling him to do all the stuff thinking he's going to take the brunt of it and he's not it's going to be you and you're working us it doesn't do anything there's tons of us here just listen to your s*** and boy you a f****** loser amateur piece of crap Joel Watts I should have gotten where are you radio years ago and he told me that guy was going to ruin it near the stay puft marshmallow Man he's laughing now okay this idiot next door to our friend here Trump is laughing and he's a complete jackass now I want something to happen to him pronto and I'm talking about Trump we need to get rid of trump I want him off the books out I'm out of sight I'm out of here everybody else has to pay for his crimes of your race until that guy's out

Mac

And I'm asking Hera and Thor and Freya to take every red cent from Trump that he ever got from us going after people or other and I want all the businesses that are mine and hours from him everything I don't want him to have one drop of anything down there in New Zealand and wipe them out as Dan until he stops going there I don't care anymore that stupid piece of s*** needs to pay he's a stupid little girl

Zues

What are you there's an invasion going on you're all being slaughtered in this little queer starts yelling and we know it is but really that's real effective have someone yell at you and put stuff online so you tell everybody what you're up to and you want a suicide pact with yourself you don't get the f*** out of here moron he has no airbags is b******* you have no airbags you piece of s***

Hera

I'm going to have surgery and stuff and you can't you're saying b******* and it's true they're not going to do a bad job because I'm not going to be doing it I suddenly see something I'm getting out of here and I can't tell cuz people want to rub it in and he says yeah that's right they taking your legs out at the knee they're taking your legs out at the hip they're taking your body out and that's the analogy when you finally die is general grievous. And he says that and that's what it is it says it should be cuz I'm so stupid I got to tell you everybody is bothering me and I can't stand it and he doesn't care he wants to be gone and I'm going to be gone you know what this is over here I've never had so many people bother me

Trump

It is over here but it's not on your terms and we're going to make it over

Mac

Macs

Us too. You're out John remillard and your friends and cohorts are dead and you ain't going to go nowhere ever again cuz you're going to be gone dead and you're going to be outlaws after tonight and tomorrow you ain't going to come here anymore we don't want you here you're ridiculous buffoon

Thor Freya

You have the IQ of a primate Trump and people have tested you and I want people to throw some of that s*** around that have gotten hurt by you and their families got hurt and put out statements that you made when you were president to illegal I want people who are who's lost their loved ones to stand up to your stupid assholes and shoot them in the head in public and stay there that's what happens to people that mess with us I want people to put online what you do here and you that you're the president with your stupid dead ratout and you're cuz you're a f**** I want people to put online this f****** a****** next door is a bum bathing in the stupid ocean because he's a freaking bum and who he is in other forms I want people to put that s*** out there the way you guys do embarrass the s*** out of these losers cuz they should be the federal pieces of s*** who ruined tons of plans of yours and try to blame me really I can't tell you what the result is

Zues Hera

It's kind of confidence in arrogant and we say he's in bunkers out there it's easy then he's right here with us I sort of get something these people caused it and he's telling us and they're causing worst damage and we're just sitting here laughing now there's some really humongous s*** that's going on and it's really big and Tommy I've got into it with him and I'm afraid of what happened and this idiot next door doesn't know anything isn't afraid of anything he doesn't know how to deal with anything he's a little kid and needs to be removed and I'm voting for it now

Mac

Me too

Ben Arnold

Me three

Bob marsh

Me too

Mike tew

There's a lot more people voting for it and I want him to know that we care about what's happening what he's saying is I know you care about what's happening I'm still a child in my races size chart and so forth and I'm impatient and I'm violent and I have a temper but I also have resiliency and is a huge huge Army of this nincompoop and they all doing the stupid nincompoop s*** for what Tommy F wants and they're complete flagrant anti Earth people and pushed by my clan might have computers which are insanely suicidal probably because of these returns and I know it is because Paris Hilton shot JFK and that's proof and people should read it and say my clan was harassed and is harassed no matter what by these pissy little b****** who don't know how to add one and one they can't do basic arithmetic and they can't formulate sentences of their own... Now that was him he says they're also in diapers and they're walking around mumbling and spitting and stuff normally and on the inside they're very hateful that sound that sound comes out in the mental hospital and I looked at the tapes and they're sitting there saying this hateful to him he says you want to walk around like this in the future saying this stuff and everyone's killing you and flushing you like the turds you are the Laughton says we'll never do it I said you're never going to do anything cuz you don't want to you want to sit here and do this to people so they say what are you going to do I said nothing that's hands-free I don't have to do anything to get rid of you well that guy went nuts started crying they said we can't keep doing this but we do it and we're all going to die and I got the whole thing he says it's because we're stupid and people will just keep doing it and said not everyone stupid and at a certain point you figure out that you're stupid and someone's having you do it it's one of your kind and they're all the same guy and there's a shitload of them and he showed in the picture and the guy went off figured it out and these people are doing it too for some reason they think they have a ship maybe so I'm going after them I get it

Mac

[mr-nobodys-stuff]

Meeting Deku

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Description: you just moved from America to Japan for work. Moving was a bit tougher than you expected. A shy green haired boy offers to help. You meet his mom and spend a little time with them. Becoming friends with them is a must have now.

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The long flight from America to Japan is definitely a tiresome trek. Not so much physical, but more mental. The stress and nervousness of your new permanent home setting in.

You've been to Japan a few times in the past. So it's not anything to be too worried about, but still.

Musutafu, Japan. That's where you chose to live. The nicest place you could find without going too expensive.

Once the plane landed you did the usual. Walking off the plane with your carry on, fetching the rest of your luggage, finding a taxi, and finally reaching the apartments.

There is where you met the landlords, a nice little old couple.

"Now dearie, if there's anything you need, don't be afraid to ask. You have our numbers right?" The woman encloses your hand in both of hers.

"Yes, I do. I'll be fine and thank you for the place," you give her a soft smile, nodding your head.

"Perfect! Well, we better be on our way now. Got some grocery shopping to do," she says, leaving after giving her own grin.

You turned to the apartments and huffed, hyping yourself up. Time to carry your bags up to the room on the second floor. Highs weren't your favorite thing, but the second wasn't too high, thankfully.

You draped your bag around your back as you dragged the large luggage up the steps.

"Excuse me, miss!" A voice says from behind. Quickening footsteps accompanying it.

You turn to see a green haired man hurrying over to you.

"Would you like a hand?" Without giving you time to respond he pulls up the heavy bag, effortlessly.

"What floor?" He asks.

"The second," you say, leading the way. He follows you all the way to the designated floor and sets down the bag on its wheels.

"I'm Y/N by the way," you say, putting a hand on your chest.

"Izuku Midoriya, but you can just call me Deku though," he waves a hand, dismissively.

"Ok, cool!" you nod. "Do you happen to live here in the apartments?"

"Y-yeah I do! Just on the other side actually. I live with my mom, haha," he rubs the back of his neck.

"Oh, I'm just moving in and I live by myself."

"Really? Do you need any help?" He asks, grinning a little.

"Not presently. I have to wait on my things to get here first. They should get here in a few days and you don't have to help if you really don't-," you shake your head and wave your hands, partially in defense.

"Nonsense! I'd love to help! M-maybe you'd like to stop by my place to meet my mom? She'd be happy to meet our new neighbor, haha," he blushes slightly.

"Yeah, but maybe tomorrow? I'm pretty tired from the flight over. I haven't eaten all day," your stomach suddenly feeling extremely empty at the thought of food.

"Oh right! Sorry, I forgot!" He laughs nervously. "W-well if you really wanted to, you could stop by for, uh, dinner? My mom usually makes more than we can eat."

"That would be nice," you grin, feeling all warm inside. "Which apartment?"

"34"

"Ok, I'll go put this away and I'll head over," you nod, still smiling.

"O-ok!" He stutters.

"See you in a few!" You wave over your shoulder as you make you way to your apartment.

Midoriya runs to his apartment, red faced, heart racing, nerves through the roof.

"Mom!" He falls as he makes it to the kitchen.

"Izuku! What's wrong!?" Inko asks, eyes wide as her son peels his face from the floor.

"I asked a girl to come over for dinner! She's just moving in on the other side of the building!" He starts sputtering out different sentences.

Inko smiles and laughs.

"Izuku, please calm down. What's her name?" She pats his shoulder.

"Y/N," he says, trying to calm himself.

"Good thing I made enough food and hopefully she likes Udon," Inko sighs.

Izuku paces and talks the walls off. He's never brought a girl back to his house before. But something about you made him ask.

Inko cleaned a bit more and got out another bowl and chopsticks.

A knock on the door almost scared Izuku out of his boxers. He did trip and fall to his butt though.

"I'll get it!" Izuku jumps up and hurries to the door. He swings it open to see you.

You had changed from your over comfortable clothing to a bit of a nicer outfit, but nothing too over the top.

"O-oh, Y/N," he says, a blush sprawling across his features.

You smile and nod.

"Hi Deku! Sorry it took me a bit longer, I thought I'd change real quick," your own cheeks dust with a pale pink.

"Haha, yeah, you look good. Er, I-it looks good! Y-your outfit looks good I mean!" He stutters.

"Izuku! Let her in!" Inko calls from the kitchen. Her tone sounding playful.

"O-oh right! Come in," he moves so she could enter.

"Take my shoes off?" You ask, glancing down.

"Y-yeah," he nods, watching you take your shoes off.

"Sorry, I'm from America. I've never been in a Japanese home before so I wasn't sure," you follow him to the living room.

"Oh don't worry about that."

"Ah hello! You must Y/N. I'm Inko Midoriya," she bows.

"It's nice to meet you," you nod to her.

"Likewise," she smiles with her big, beautiful, green eyes. "Izuku tells me you're the new neighbor. On the other side of the building of course."

"Yeah, I am. Just got here earlier today," you say.

"Well, let's eat! We can chat during or after and I hope you like Udon. There wasn't much of a heads up," Inko chuckles.

"Oh whatever is fine with me. I've never had it before though," you sit at the dining table with Deku. He sets a bowl down in front of you and himself. The food definitely smelled delicious. It looked straight out of one of those food magazines at the doctor's office.

"Um, one question," you pick up the chopsticks. "How does one...," you look the pair up and down, trying to copy Izuku in holding them.

"You don't know how to use chopsticks?" Izuku asks.

"Not really. I just usually use a fork," you say, feeling a bit embarrassed.

"Hold it like this," he molds your hand and fits the sticks perfectly. "I'm sure it'll take a few times to get it down."

"Thank you," you smile, trying to lift the noodles with the sticks. They slip right off. Now it was your ultimate mission to get those damned things in your mouth.

With a slightly hunched back, concentration keyed on the noodles, and tongue sticking out slightly of course.

Inko smiles at her son, making him burst into a blushing mess. He puts a hand on his face and turns downwards.

"So Y/N, where are you from?" Inko asks, swirling noodles around in her own bowl.

"America, I've been to Japan a few times. Mostly for work purposes," you say, finally getting a singular noodle. "Ah-ha!" You stuff it in your mouth.

"And what do you do for work?"

"I'm an artist," you swallow the noodle. "This is really good."

"I'm glad you like it!" She smiles and nods.

"W-what kind of, uh, artist?" Izuku asks nervously.

"It's mostly digital art, but I do draw and paint pretty often though."

"That sounds like fun. Maybe you could teach me a few things here and there. I always thought painting would be nice to try sometime," Inko smiles giddily.

"Yeah, I would love to. Any time is fine with me. Just hit me up and we can have some fun with it," you grin and chuckle lightly. "So what do the two of you do around here?"

"Izuku here is a hero actually," Inko kicks him lightly.

"Oh, yeah! So if anything ever happens, you can count on me to help!" He says with a big smile.

"Cool! I bet that's stressful," you stuff your face with more noodles.

"I-it can be at some points. I aim to be the number one hero! Just like All Might!"

You look at his determined face. A smile creeps it's way to your features at the scene. You turn your attention back to the half empty bowl now.

An hour or two later, you finally called it quits. The comfort of alone time and sleep was calling you. Even though your things weren't going to be there for a few days, there are still a few things to do first.

You bid goodnight to Inko. She thanks you for your time and lets you go.

Izuku insists on walking your back to your place. Not like you don't mind either so you let him.

"Thanks again for having me over," you say as you open your door.

"U-uh yeah! Sure thing! It was nice having you over," he blushes and smiles.

"Did I ever give you my number?" You ask, recalling whether you did or not.

"You want my number?!" He jumps back slightly, bursting into red.

"Of course I do," you grab a piece of paper and write your number on it. Something tells you he's just gonna continue being a blushing mess for a while, meaning you're not gonna get it out of him.

"Here's mine. Now I'm gonna go get some sleep. Text me whenever you feel like it, okay?" You pat him on the shoulder and smile. "Goodnight Deku.

"Uh! Yeah! Goodnight Y/N!" He smiles from ear to ear and nods.

You shut the door and look through the peephole. On the other side you can see him looking at the piece of paper, still smiling. He huffs, making that determined face again. Finally he runs back in the direction of his apartment.

You take a deep breath and slide down the door. A blush and a smile softens your features at the thought of his smile.

Let's just say it plagued your thoughts until you fell asleep.

[bewareofchris]

If you're still accepting promps, what about one where Shaun finally meets some of these semi-celebrities in real life that he has been chatting to over all these years?

Pg-13 | Altmal | sexual situations?  Embarrassment?  Kind of disjointed.  The only Shaun I’ve ever written was written 100 years ago and he was a sniper and in love with Malik, so…

son-of-no-one: @guyfawkes23, we’re going to be in England next month.  maybe you could show @sass-badger, how one properly handles a laptop. 

There was a great number of things that Shaun expected he’d manage with his life.  (And almost none of them had ended with him working in the basement IT office of a company he didn’t particularly like.)  He’d expected, by twenty five, to have a good job, a nice flat, possibly a girlfriend and an endless array of prospects.  Here he was, a troll in the dungeon, wearing a polo and a nametag with his name misspelled (for the third time in a row, so he’d given up).  He did have a flat, and a job but neither were nice exactly.  Instead of a girlfriend he had:

“You have to meet them,” Rebecca.

“I don’t,” Shaun countered. ��“I have no desire for my private life to be splashed about the papers.  There’s enough speculation about me already.”

Rebecca folded her arms across the high top of the desk his monitor was hidden under.  She narrowed her eyes at him, to convey that he was completely wrong, and said, “setting aside that it would just be stupid not to meet the people you’ve spent an increasingly large number of hours harassing on social media, you would be stupid not to meet these men.  One of them is a billionaire who inherited several multinational businesses.  He already likes you, how hard would it be for you to network yourself into a nice job?”

“And I suppose,” he said motioning to the side, “right after I’ve got one for myself I could recommend you?”

Rebecca didn’t say duh but conveyed it with her entire body.  

“No,” Shaun said.

–

guyfawkes23: @son-of-no-one, @sass-badger, have you tried turning it off and on again?

notyourbrother: @guyfawkes32, its like the sun and the wind over here, could you please just agree to meet these idiots.

shaunrocks1: RT “@guyfawkes23, its like the sun and the wind…” I’m sure he’d show up if you did.

notyourbrother: @guyfawkes23, @shaunrocks1, done.

“It doesn’t count as you winning,” Altair said. 

Kadar couldn’t be 100% sure that it was even the first time he’d said it.  It had all the earmarks of having been the sixth, seventh or one millionth time that he said it because Malik’s counter was said in the exact way he repeated himself when he knew he couldn’t lose.  

“It does,” Malik said.  “Kadar and I are practically interchangeable.”

Kadar was just lounging in the first class waiting room, sinking into the seats that were more comfortable than his bed, trying not to get involved.  He had resolved not to use the headphones until they were actually on the plane (because the last thing he needed was to listen to them argue for god-knows-how-many-hours).  So, he could perfectly hear Altiar’s scoff, and the way he motioned at Kadar and when he said,

“So if you’re interchangeable, I should blow him in the airplane bathroom.”

“Uh,” Kadar said quietly.  

Malik whipped around to glare at him for having the audacity to not immediately be disgusted and outraged by the offer.  (It wasn’t that he was lusting after Altair, but that he hadn’t sex with anyone since Stephanie and just the possibility of having his penis touched by another person was enticing.)  “No,” Malik said to him, like he’d offered to let Altair suck his dick.  

“What were you going to get if you won?” Kadar asked.  He leaned forward so Altair could see he was being spoken to.

Altair didn’t answer but grin and that meant whatever it was, Malik wasn’t going to give up without a fight.  

“Well, as the officially winner of the bet who is not interchangeable with his brother, I say you both lost so you should just both pay up.”  Before Malik could be offended more, he added, “to each other.”

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guyfawkes23: I’m off to settle, once and for all, if @notyourbrother is really three toddlers in a trenchcoat.  

bestofthree: rt “@guyfawkes23: i’m off to settle…”  He is.  I’ve already settled it.

The super rich man, his boyfriend and his boyfriends little brother had graciously agreed to meet Shaun anywhere he preferred.  The correspondence had been accomplished through a intermediary (perhaps so neither side had the other’s contact information if they found out they hated one another).  Shaun had been trying to cope with the reality of his life, and with Rebecca’s over-excited chattering, so he had named the first deli that crossed his mind.  

That was how he ended up meeting Altair (just as intimidating in person), Malik (slightly more handsome in living colors) and Kadar (a good three times taller than expected) in the same deli that he stopped to grab a bite in every other day.

Rebecca was there too, sitting at the table while Shaun stood awkwardly (underdressed, underprepared, overall very underwhelming in comparison) to greet the three strangers.  “Yes, hello,” he said.  “Did you bring the laptop?” as a means of a joke.

Altair smiled (in a forgiving way).  Malik looked confused.  Kadar was biting his lip at the end of the line, looking as if he were working very hard not to laugh at them all.  “Are you shaunrocks1?” he asked Rebecca.

“Also known as Rebecca,” she said and reached her hand up to shake his.  “I lost a bet.  You’re notyourbrother?”

“Yes,” Kadar said.  “All my friends call me Kadar.”  Then he pulled a chair out from the opposite side of the table and invited himself to sit.  “So if I wanted to order something I could only get in England, what would I order?”

Shaun cleared his throat and motioned at the table.  “Please sit.”

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guyfawkes23: not sure if @notyourbrother is three toddlers but he definitely has three stomachs.

They relaxed by degrees, eased along the way by how Kadar didn’t seem to be able to maintain an atmosphere of awkwardness with anyone.  Malik was as prickly in person as he seemed online, the kind of guy that was easily mistaken to be uppity (not that Malik wasn’t arrogant).  

Altair was the one Shaun couldn’t quite figure out.  That must have been how he’d let himself be invited to dinner the next night.  Because he sat across the table from the man, held a conversation with him about local sights to see and the sorts of food that Kadar had to try while he was here, and not once did it seem as if he were speaking to an actual person.

“He’s weird, isn’t he?” Shaun asked once he’d closed the flat door behind them.  

Rebecca was shrugging it off like it was nothing.  “Which one?  I wouldn’t describe any of them as average.”

“Altair,” Shaun said.

“I didn’t notice.  Did you expect Kadar to be that tall?  He was huge.”

“No,” Shaun admitted.  “I expected him to be half that size.  If that much.”  

They compared notes, about expectation and reality, until long past bedtime.

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sass-badger: as I’ve said before, the anonymous internet is welcome to speculate as they wish.  I neither encourage nor discourage fan-based creations.  

sass-badger: however, if you’re tweeting questions at me you wouldn’t ask a stranger, please take a moment to rethink your choice.

notyourbrother: come on, @sass-badger they just want to know if you had a threesome with @guyfawkes23!

sass-badger: its a very long walk home,@notyourbrother.

Altair snorted at the phone as the notifications popped up on the screen.  He was killing time, lingering out on the sidewalk while he waited for Shaun to show up.  It was entirely possible the man wasn’t going to show up (it was hard to tell how that first meeting had gone).  Ten minutes after the time they’d agreed on, Shaun arrived red-in-the-face, clutching the strap of his bag and panting from exertion.  

“I’m here,” he gasped as he folded forward, hands around his knees as he sucked in air.  “Sorry I’m late.”

It was hard to know how to respond to that, “I could have sent a car.”

“No,” Shaun assured him as he stood up straight again.  “It’s fine.  I just haven’t had a reason to run in a bit.”  He huffed in an attempt to stop breathing heavy.  “We can’t all be good at athletics.”  Like an afterthought he added, “and academics, and be handsome,” he motioned at Altair’s entire body.  

“I have a horrible family if that makes you feel better,” Altair offered.

“Yes, that does help.”

“Good,” seemed like the correct response.  “Well, I brought you here to buy you clothes.”  He motioned at the storefront.  “They make very nice suits.”

“Ah,” Shaun said.  “That’ll be nice, everyone needs a good suit to be buried in.”

There was no real way to know how to take that.  “I’m not going to kill you.  Maria wanted to meet you so we’re going to a slightly different restaurant than we agreed on.”

“Maria Thorpe?  The Academy Award winning actress, Maria Thorpe?” Shaun repeated.

“Yes.”  He slid his phone back into his pocket.  “Is that okay?”

“Sure,” Shaun agreed.  

Altair wasn’t exactly sure how to handle Shaun’s contained energy.  It was very like London when she was begging for table scraps without wanting to beg.  As much as she tried, she simply couldn’t stand still, and that was Shaun, shifting on his feet but trying not to.  “Am I making you nervous?”

“I’m naturally very nervous,” Shaun assured him.  “I do best far away, you know behind a computer screen.  I find that’s where I excel.”

“You don’t have to do this if you’re uncomfortable.”

Shaun laughed, “I rather think I do have to do it.  What would I tell everyone if I didn’t?  I had the chance to meet Maria Thorpe but I turned it down?  I was offered a nice suit and I thought, this polo was nice enough already.”  He laughed as his hand plucked at his shirt and it caught on his name tag hanging off his shirt.  “This isn’t even how you spell my name.  I don’t believe I’ll turn this down just because I’m nervous.”

So they went.

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shaunrocks1: my life is complete, i got kissed by @mariathorpe.

Kadar must have had parasites.  The man was far taller than Shaun expected (somewhat rudely, based entirely on his internet persona) but he wasn’t as fat as a cow despite how much he’d eaten.  While Rebecca was slow-dancing with Maria (Thorpe, Academy Award Winning Actress), Shaun had declined the offer in favor of staying safely sitting at the table with his very nice new suit.  

“Have you gotten used to all this?” Shaun asked.  He motioned at the table of abandoned plates, and the glamour of a dance floor, and the spectacle of money that surrounded them.  If he were a few years younger he might have started ranting about the entitlement of money.  Yet, here he was, smack in the middle of it, feeling smallish and out of place.

“No,” Kadar said.  He set his fork down when he finished eating.  “You have to stop staring at Altair, man.  He’s just a guy.”

“Was I staring?”

Kadar nodded.  “A lot.”

Shaun looked embarrassed.  “He’s just–”  There was no word to sum it up.  There was simply something about Altair that was unnerving, something he couldn’t quite put his finger on.  It felt like a word on the tip of his tongue, as if he could just figure out the first letter he could figure out the rest.  

“Just a guy,” Kadar said.  “Hey, they’re supposed to go romantic sight-seeing tomorrow.  You want to meet somewhere and be regular humans?”

“What would regular humans do?” Shaun asked.

“Are you really going to act like you haven’t been teasing me with your super elite gaming prowess for the past year?  I want to see this super console that you and your roommate made.  I’ll buy food, drink, snacks, hookers, drugs, whatever you want.  I came to England to see this.”

Shaun laughed.  “Sure,” he said.

“Great,” Kadar said.  Then he stood up and dropped his napkin on the table.  “Come on, you came all this way, you can’t leave without dancing.”  He dragged Shaun up to his feet and over to the little dance floor.  “Only I hope you can lead because the only person I’ve danced with is bossy and she wouldn’t let me lead.”  

Shaun felt ridiculous, “I can try.”

They must have been too embarrassing to tolerate because Altair appeared after a moment to say, “let me,” and he slid into the space where Kadar had been.  Shaun looked over his shoulder to see Kadar going to dance with Maria (Thorpe, Academy Award and BAFTA Award winning actress) while Rebecca was chatting with Malik as they headed back to the table.  

“I’m not very good at this,” Shaun said.

Altair smiled and, for the first time, it seemed perfectly at ease.  “I am,” he said with zero humility.  Then he showed Shaun where to put his hands.  It was doomed to fail and so it was very confusing to suddenly be spurred into smooth motion.  Altair stepped backward, using his fingers to guide Shaun in a way that shouldn’t have worked.

“This is a bit insane,” Shaun whispered, and when the song came to an end, he was laughing from nerves while Altair’s hand took him by the wrist and pulled him back to the table.  Dessert had appeared while they were gone.  “I feel properly romanced,” he said when he took his seat.  

“Hey,” Malik objected.  Altair kissed him before he could say anything else.  It wasn’t entirely platonic or appropriate but that didn’t really stop them.

“Yeah,” Kadar whispered into his ear, “watching Altair dance with other guys supercharges Malik’s libido.  They’ll be like all night.  Just ignore it.”