#bite my lips crawling back to bed under my blanket crying until tomorrow.

[aprilblossomgirl]

ภาพสุดท้าย (Last Twilight) Ost.Last Twilight ภาพนายไม่เคยลืม - William Jakrapatr

[mandoalorian]

Praying ...

🕯 🕯

🕯Max and her having 🕯

🕯 a baby and adopting 🕯

🕯Maxine on next year's 🕯

🕯 Christmas . 🕯

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To Build A Home [Maxwell Lord x Reader]

READ PART ONE HERE.

Rating: PG

Warnings: mention of orphanage, adoption, birth.

Word count: 2.7k

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Masterlist (PS— if you like reading Maxwell as a father as much as I like writing him, I also have a cute one shot where he has a daughter AND a cat called ‘Soulmates’. You can read that here.)

Maxwell Lord didn't know what true love was until he held his newborn daughter in his arms. The delivery was peaceful and the child was born awake, her big brown eyes sparkling as she let out the gentlest of cries. "It's a girl," Maxwell announced, his voice croaking as the midwife took your daughter to clean her up.

"A girl?" you sniffed. "Just like you wanted." You beamed, leaning over and hugging Maxwell.

Maxwell let out a choked sob. "She's beautiful," he whispered and your heart melted in your chest. "She looks like you. Not much hair and a little red, and she has my eyes but… she really does look like you," you had never heard him speak with so much joy and delight. "We have ourselves a daughter." he confirmed and you giggled happily as he pressed a comforting kiss into your cheek and smoothed out your messy hair.

Having a newborn baby was not easy. You didn't expect it to be easy, but even with the many house staff coming and going… the butler's and the maids and the nanny’s… it was still a struggle. She would wake up at the most ungodly hour demanding to be fed. She would throw up in the morning all over Maxwell's thousand dollar suits right before he had to head to work. Maxwell swore the diaper changing was the worst, but he loved her unconditionally and he wouldn't change a thing.

In fact, he wanted more. Maxwell Lord always wanted more— no matter what it was. But never did he think he'd want more children, that's for sure. You had just put little Isabella down in her cot, after nursing her and praying she'd actually settle this bedtime. You got undressed, slid into your silk pajama set and swaddled yourself with plenty of blankets in your king sized bed, next to Maxwell. The nights were getting colder, but the warmth of laying next to your fiancée provided you with just enough comfort.

You tore the office paperwork from Maxwell's hands and set it on the nightstand before taking off his reading glasses and kissing him slowly. "Are you nervous for tomorrow?" you asked, in between breathy kisses.

Maxwell nodded. "I know I want this… it's just, I want what's best for her too." Maxwell admitted sheepishly. You rubbed your nose against his and laid your head in his lap. "Isabella was born only three months ago… do you think we're ready for another?"

You smiled. "We're an unstoppable team Maxwell, I know we're ready. It's not going to be easy, but we can do it. I know we can. And I love you."

"I love you too," he sighed, pressing his lips into yours and dropping his hand to caress your body over your pyjamas. You giggled into the kiss as he touched you and moved your head away from his.

"You still got the Santa costume?" you asked, smacking your lips together.

"Mm," Maxwell mumbled, leaning in to kiss you again but you pulled away. "What? It's in the back of the closet. Let me kiss you."

You laughed and nodded, leaning back in to kiss him. He pushed you into the bed sheet and tugged at your silk shorts as he hovered over your body.

Like every morning, you awoke at dawn to Isabella crying for her breakfast. Nursing her, you gave her a bottle of milk and greeted the nanny. "Hey, you sure you don't mind watching Isabella while Maxwell and I head out?" you asked with a pleasant smile.

"Of course not, she's a little darling. It would be a pleasure." the nanny smiled as you passed Isabella over.

"Daddy's little darling." Maxwell said, appearing in the kitchen in his Santa costume… minus the hat and beard. You padded over to him and put your hand on his tummy, a blush creeping over his cheeks as you looked up at him with doe eyes.

"You know, this is kinda sexy." you smirked, pressing down the red fabric and making sure he looked neat and tidy. Maxwell rolled his eyes.

"Go get your elf dress on. We're going to be late." he told you, flicking his wrist out and checking the time on his gold Cartier watch. You nodded, heading back into your bedroom. Maxwell turned to the nanny. "You feed her again at 12, and then at 2, but we should be back by then. She likes to play with her felt books and rattle… they’re in the-"

"Nursery," the nanny finished Maxwell's sentence with a gentle smile. "I know Mr Lord, please don't worry about little Isabella. She's in safe hands, I promise."

Maxwell hesitated but looked down at his daughter who was already looking up at him, her big brown eyes sparkling. She reached out to her father, making little grabby fists as a smile appeared on her face. "I love you princess." he mumbled, kissing his daughter on the forehead.

Maxwell set the sack of presents down under the orphanages Christmas tree, the children clambering and squealing excitedly as they raced over to pick out what Santa (or you and Max) had got for them. "Batman!" A young boy yelled, jumping up with a plastic Batman figurine and showing it off excitedly.

"Really?" Maxwell sighed, leaning into you. "A Batman toy?" he tutted and you laughed, smacking him playfully in his broad chest.

"Princess Jasmine!" A younger girl exclaimed, holding a turquoise Princess Jasmine costume to her body and showing it off in front of the other girls. "I'm going to wear this everyday."

You went to whisper something into Maxwell's ear but noticed that he must've sauntered off somewhere. Your gaze flicked around the living room as you tried to search for him but he was truly nowhere in sight. "Where did Santa Claus go?" a little girl asked, pulling on the hem of your green elf dress.

"I'm not sure," you told her, biting your lip. "Let me go have a look. Wait here, okay?" you told her and she nodded, turning back to open some more presents.

"Where is Maxine?" Maxwell asked the head social worker at the orphanage. "She wasn't with the other kids."

The social worker, Stacey, frowned. "She's in her bedroom. It's been a tough Christmas for her." Stacey explained.

"Can I ask why?" Maxwell prodded curiously.

"We thought she had found her forever home. A family had taken a liking to her but, just the day before Christmas Eve they decided they didn't want her anymore. It came completely out of the blue. She's devastated."

Maxwell's heart sank in his chest at the revelation. "You don't know why they changed their mind?" he asked sadly.

"I'm afraid not," Stacey shook her head. "Maxine is uhm… quite a lot to handle."

"May I go see her?" Maxwell asked.

"Sure, her bedroom is three doors down and to the left." Stacey informed him, pointing her finger down the corridor.

Maxwell sauntered off, finding the room and giving it a brief knock on the door. "Go away!" he heard a little voice cry out. Maxwell couldn't help but smile when he heard Maxine's familiar voice. He didn't think he would have missed her this much, but he did. Maxwell hesitantly opened the door.

"It's Santa!" he called out, grinning when Maxine turned around with teary eyes.

"S-Santa?" Maxine whispered timidly. "You came back?"

Maxwell sat on the edge of Maxine's bed and Maxine crawled over to him. Maxwell pulled the little girl onto his lap. "I promised didn't I?" he smiled.

"You did." Maxine returned the smile. She had stopped crying for the first time in days.

"Have you been a good girl this year?" Maxwell asked, raising a suspicious eyebrow. Maxine nodded excitedly.

"Very good!" Maxine squealed, nuzzling her cheek into Max’s chest. Maxwell felt his heart grow warm at the affection from the child he had grown to care so much about.

"Your friends are out in the living room opening their presents… don't you want to go see them?" Maxwell quizzed, nudging her slightly. Maxine shook her head 'no'. "Well, I know you've been a good girl. That's why there's someone here to see you. Could you give me five minutes?" Maxwell asked, a huge grin painted on his face? Maxine nodded, shuffling off his lap and picking up her teddy, hugging it tight to her chest.

Maxwell left her bedroom, walking down the corridor and pulling off his Santa hat and faux beard before bumping into you. "Hey, I was looking for you everywhere!" you hissed. "Put your hat and beard back on before a kid sees!" you looked around anxiously in hope that nobody was around.

"I spoke to Maxine." Maxwell smiled, tears pooling in his eyes. Your face softened.

"Oh," you were speechless. "And?"

"Get out of your elf dress and meet me by the main entrance. I'm going to speak to Stacey and have her draft the adoption papers for us to sign." Maxwell said, planting a kiss on your cheek. You choked back a sob and hugged your fiancée tight.

"We're getting another daughter?" you asked, the news finally settling in.

"Yeah, we're getting another daughter." Maxwell confirmed, unable to contain his excitement. "Okay, you have five minutes! Quick!" He ushered you back down the hallway and into the living room.

"Um, guys!" you called, the little bell on your elf hat jingling as you tried to get the attention of all the kids. "Guys! Father Christmas has had to leave to go see some more children, but he wishes you all the merriest Christmas and the happiest new year. And he told me to tell you that you all better be good, and he'll come again next year." you said with a cheery smile and the children horray’d.

"What do you say to the elf?" a member of staff encouraged.

"Thank you Mrs Elf." The children all said in unison before turning back to their presents.

You smiled, nodding in contentment before racing out of the living room and outside. You pulled out a plain woollen dress and some tights from the back of the car and quickly changed out of your elf dress, not forgetting to reapply your lipstick and fasten the laces of your winter boots. Deciding you looked like you were back to your usual self, you re-entered the orphanage. A few of the children gave you a confused stare, but it was short lived.

"You're… you're…" it was the same boy from last year, who had shoved the tabloid in your face. You giggled, sinking down to his level.

"Shhh." you smiled, placing a finger over your lips. "What's your name?" you asked.

"Eric." he said excitedly. "I've seen you on the television… you're like. Famous."

You laughed, shaking your head. "Eric is such a lovely name. Like a prince. Have you seen my husband? He's supposed to be here." you asked Eric, who's jaw dropped.

"M-Maxwell Lord the fourth is- is here?" Eric was starstruck. "Wait, I'm not even wearing my best clothes. You know I study business in school? It's my favourite subject. And I- I really look up to your husband, I- I watch all his infomercials. I…"

You placed a hand on Eric's shoulder. "You study business?" you raised an eyebrow. "What do you want to do when you grow up?"

"I want my own company." Eric grinned excitedly.

"You do?" you gasped. "You know, it's hard work. You think you could handle it?"

Eric nodded furiously. "I know I could."

"Never stop believing." you told him, before raising back to his feet.

"Darling?" you heard Maxwell call. You smiled when you saw that your fiancée was back to wearing one of his high end business suits with the floral print tie and matching pocket square, his Armani heels clicking against the floor and his sunglasses perched on the curve of his nose.

"Oh! Max!" you gasped. "There's someone I'd like you to meet. This is Eric. His favourite subject in school is business and he wants to have his own company when he's older."

Maxwell turned to face Eric, reaching out to shake his hand. "Nice to meet you buddy." Maxwell charmed, taking off his sunglasses and clipping them to his shirt. "It's a pleasure."

Eric was speechless, his mouth opening and closing like a fish. "Uh… Eric is a big fan." you explained to Maxwell.

"I've always wanted to meet you." Eric blushed, enamoured to be standing before his idol.

"Eric, how old are you? Thirteen? Fourteen?" Maxwell asked, folding his arms over his chest.

"Fourteen." Eric smiled nervously.

"Black Gold Cooperative offer an apprentice scheme for kids like yourself who have an interest in one day building their own business. It's very competitive but… I'd love to offer you a position during the summer."

"M-me?" Eric stabbed a finger into his own chest, his eyes wide and teary.

"Come on buddy, don't let me down. I'd love to have you work with me on some projects. I bet you have some brilliant ideas." Maxwell gave Eric his iconic television smile as he charmed the young boy.

"I would be honoured." Eric beamed and Maxwell leaned in to give him a hug.

"That's great." Maxwell laughed, patting Eric on the back and standing back up.

"Mr Lord? I- I also have an interest in geology. Could I show you my rock collection?" Eric asked nervously, fumbling with his thumbs.

"You know Eric, I have my own rock collection myself. But I am here on business at the moment. Eric, I'd love to meet with you sometime during the new year and we could have a chat. Is that okay?" Maxwell asked and Eric nodded happily. "Brilliant, have a great Christmas." Maxwell wished before heading down the corridor and on his way to Maxine's room.

You smiled at a still starstruck Eric. "Merry Christmas." you whispered and he looked at you with the biggest heart eyes.

You followed Maxwell to Maxine's room and entered behind him. "Hello." Maxwell said timidly. Maxine may have met Santa plenty of times, but she had never met Maxwell and he wasn't sure how she'd react. Maxine furrowed her eyebrows, glancing between you both.

"You look like a princess." Maxine gasped, sliding off her bed and walking towards you with huge, glistening eyes.

"No, you look like a princess." you told Maxine who smiled happily. She turned to Maxwell.

"I recognise you." she said bluntly, tapping her finger on her chin as she pondered.

"Uh, do you watch television?" Maxwell asked curiously.

"No." Maxine replied. "I recognise your eyes."

You gasped, realising she must've recognised Maxwell from when he was Santa and made an attempt to divert her attention. You introduced yourself to the little girl. "Me and my husband have been keeping a close eye on you for about a year now," you revealed. "We'd like to adopt you, Maxine. If that's something you wanted. I know it's out of the blue but-"

"Do you have a cat?" Maxine squealed.

"N-no?" you replied.

"You want a cat?" Maxwell asked, kneeling down to face the little girl who he had become so acquainted with and taking her hands. "We can get a cat."

Maxine burst into tears. "I thought I would never find my forever home. Please, promise me you won't ever ever leave me."

Maxwell Lord's father had left when he was 16 and he lived with an absent and abusive mother throughout his entire adolescence. He knew how it felt to be alone, unwanted. He knew better than most people would ever even believe. He pulled Maxine into his chest, who was now sobbing hysterically, dampening his suit. Maxwell shed a tear himself.

"You are my daughter and I love you," he whispered into her hair. "Let us give you a home."

[hale-13]

The Trouble with Tabloids

By Hale13 for @jenniboo311

“Oh look at this, this is a good one: ‘Some suggest that Parker’s powers include the male spider’s ability to hypnotize females.”

“Stop, c’mon,” Peter says back, slightly irritated at her teasing.

“Yes my Spider-Lord,” MJ says, dropping her voice in pitch and, against his will he starts chuckling. It makes him feel lighter and calmer and warm.

“Can we just like sit up here all day? It is so crazy down there.”

MJ hums and flicks over to the next page, still skimming. “I mean we could,” she says, neutral. “But would it really help anything?”

Or

MJ reads the Daily Bugle and Peter is an nervous mess about returning to school after his identity is reveled to the world.

Words: 5313, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandom: Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies)

Relationships: Peter Parker/Michelle Jones, Peter & May, Peter & Ned

Read on AO3 or below line break

“Does any part of you feel relieved about all this?” Michelle is curled up on her side, the half priced Christmas twinkle lights she picked up off a dusty shelf when they went thrift shopping a few months ago hung up haphazardly behind her. They make the edges of her hair glow red and throw strange and beautiful shadows across her face. Peter is almost too distracted looking at her to register her question.

“What do you mean?” His voice quiet and questioning. His living room is completely dark – his face lit only by his phone screen where he holds is just above his chest.

MJ’s face scrunches a little and she readjusts her head on the pillow, a few stray fractals of light bouncing off the broken black dahlia necklace and painting rainbows onto the wall and ceiling. “Now that everybody knows you don’t really have to hide or lie to people.”

Peter feels his hackles rise just a little at that comment but he’s too tired and burnt out to really be upset. He feels like he’s been fighting for years even though its only been a few weeks since Beck outed him to the world. His head pulsates with the starts of a headache and he just sighs. “For the record,” despite his desire to sound neutral his voice has a bit of an edge, “I never wanted to lie to you. But how do you tell someone that you’re Spider-Man?”

MJ hums noncommittally, it’s the sound she makes when she disagrees or has strong feelings about something in particular but doesn’t feel like arguing – he’s sure it will come up later and that her opinion will probably be correct. It makes him feel thankful and pissed simultaneously but he takes a deep breath and tries to let it go. Anger seems to be his default emotion these days. Anger and frustration and a dash of hopelessness. “Are you ready for tomorrow?” MJ asks, changing the subject abruptly and Peter settles a little more firmly into the ancient couch that May picked up from one of their neighbors. It groans under him.

“Sure,” he replies with a bit of a crooked smile that he can tell doesn’t reach his eyes – the little image in the bottom of his screen that shows his reflection makes him look pale and washed out and so so tired. No wonder May had been hovering so much recently. “I’ve always wanted to try and balance being a well known vigilante while going to high school.”

MJ chuckles and gives him a fond smile. The school year technically started a few weeks ago but Peter has been on unofficial home arrest while the NYPD and FBI and the freaking UN sorted out what to do with him. The unaltered footage from EDITH along with the character witness statements and testimonials from Happy and the newly returned to Earth Nick Fury (shape-shifting aliens what the fuck?) made it clear quickly that he was innocent but just opened the door for a whole host of other problems.

Like a large portion of conspiracy theorists still saying he killed Beck and that the government was covering it up. Or the fact that his address had gotten leaked and people had camped outside with signs or support or hatred and he and May had needed to move somewhere new. Or how Ned had been accosted by a crazy Fox News journalist on his way home from school one day.

That had made Peter see red and it was only May and Happy taking his web-shooters and phone and nearly restraining him that kept him from leaving to do something he would probably (maybe) regret later.

Jimmy Woo, the FBI agent over his case, had advised him to just lay low while the local and worldwide organizations hashed everything out. Peter was still too young to sign the Sokovia Accords but they couldn’t have him running around and ‘causing untold destruction’ in other countries. And, well, the NYPD still wasn’t his biggest fan when it came to the low-to-the-ground and neighborhood problems he liked to deal with.

As it was, he was now allowed to continue being Spider-Man in New York City but he would need special permission from local governments to act anywhere else. This suited Peter just fine; he would rather not leave home anytime soon after his last ‘vacation’ and Spider-Man was a Queens hero anyway. The clock on his phone ticked over to one in the morning just as his battery bar turned red.

“Hey,” Michelle said, pulling his attention back to her. She gave him a tired smile and pulled her blanket up higher on her shoulder. “We’ll be there with you the whole time.”

“I know,” Peter whispered, fingering the stitching of the t-shirt he had stolen from his girlfriend and was wearing. It still had just a bit of her scent that he could probably only pick up due to his enhanced senses and it made his chest feel a little full. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

“You will,” MJ said, ending the call and leaving Peter alone. The shadows that stretched across the walls from his dim phone light looked foreboding and he stared at them until his screen went dim. He really should get up and go to bed. He should pack his book bag. He should definitely charge his phone.

Instead, Peter creeps to his room and shimmies into his suit, jumping out his window into the cool night. ———————————————

Peter crawled back through his window just before his alarm goes off at six, tired and sweaty and still freaking out a little but feeling marginally better now that some of his nervous energy was gone. May is sitting at their little kitchen table nursing a cup of coffee in her robe and looking just as exhausted as he feels. He can tell she knows that he’s been out all night but he’s thankful she chooses not to say anything as he makes his walk of shame to their cramped single bathroom to shower.

When he emerges about twenty minutes later with damp hair and layered up in his favorite flannel shirt and a plain white t-shirt May has brewed another pot of coffee and has a stack of toast and jam on the table and his heart clenches. Toast and jam has always been his go-to for mornings where his anxiety is at an all time high and his stomach is twisting and he wraps his arms around May’s shoulders from behind in a fierce hug and tucks his face into her neck like he’s a little kid again. May gives him a kiss on the temple and lets him soak in some comfort from her before she shoos him over to his seat to eat.

They both sit in silence; Peter munching on his toast and drinking black coffee full of sugar to perk him up and May nursing her own cup and staring at the wall. May’s knee bumps against his when she scoots a little closer and he can feel a little bit more of the tension leak out of him – as long as he still has her he’s okay. No matter what happens with school and Spider-Man and the Avengers he has May.

“I’m so proud of you,” May tells him a few minutes later as he’s chewing on his last piece of toast and Peter can feel the tears pooling in the corners of his eyes but he refuses to cry. He sniffs and coughs, choking on emotion and May scoots her chair over more to pull him into a hug and he just lets himself be held for a minute.

“I love you,” he tells her, leaning into the hug for just another second before pulling away. May smiles, her own eyes watery and she fidgets with his hair, smoothing out the wild curls and fixing his collar. He knows she hears everything else he’s trying to say: I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for this to happen. I didn’t want this.

“I love you too,” she says; It’s okay, its not your fault. “I have the next week off so if you need me for anything – and I mean anything – I want you to call me okay? I’ll come get you.”

Peter nods even though he would never call her to come bail him out and goes to the sink to rinse his cup and brush the crumbs off his plate. “I know May and I will, I promise.” Liar. The knock at the door interrupts them and Peter glances at the clock; its later than he thought. May bites her lip like she’s waffling on saying more but relents and goes to answer it. He can hear her greeting MJ and Ned, can hear the brushing of clothes as she hugs them both and Peter takes just a moment for himself. He closes his eyes and takes a fortifying breath – in through his nose and out through his mouth – and straightens his spine, squares his shoulders.

He can do this.

And he’s does. He’s fine as he slinks out of his building (the first time leaving as Peter Parker since his arrest and meeting with multiple government organizations and moving) and down the steps to slide into Happy’s car with Ned and MJ on either side of him. Ned is wearing the ridiculous letterman jacket from Acadec that he spent way too much money on and MJ is wearing a dark blazer he’s never seen before but instantly loves. He would probably love everything she wore to be honest.

“Hey kid,” Happy says. He looks completely unruffled in his usual dark suit and tie but Peter can hear his heart beating faster than usual as he double and triple checks his mirrors before pulling away from the curb. “You okay?”

“I’m fine,” Peter says but his voice is all wrong and he clears his throat to try to get rid of the lump that’s formed there unsuccessfully. Michelle slips her hand in his and squeezes tightly and Ned presses their sides together in a quick moment of support on his other side.

Ned’s phone buzzes against Peter’s leg and he fishes it out, unlocking it and reading through the message before typing a short reply. “Flash is meeting us out front,” he says. And that, probably, had been the biggest surprise from this whole identity reveal mess but it probably shouldn’t have been. When they had come back from the blip, fifteen kids out of their class of forty-three, they had come to an understanding.

The apology and forgiveness had gone unsaid between them but, suddenly, Flash wasn’t as terrible to be around. There was still some ribbing and snarky commentary but nothing to the intensity of before. No more ‘Penis Parker’ no tripping him in the halls or pushing him into lockers like before.

If the Blip had done one thing it was reset everyone’s preconceived notions and priorities.

After Beck had released his heavily doctored video, Flash had practically beat down Ned’s door and asked how he could help. With his large Twitter, Instagram and TikTok following, he had been able to help get the word out about local protests and had been the person behind #NY❤️sSpidey and #PeterParkerisInnocent trending on twitter for multiple days.

Peter had uninstalled all social media from his phone weeks ago to protect his sanity and had basically only been texting May, MJ, Ned and Happy but he really appreciated the sentiment and had dropped in on Flash when he was in the park the other day as Spider-Man to say a quick ‘thank you’ as he patrolled. Flash had looked stunned and excited in equal measure but had offered a scoff and a fist bump that Peter gladly returned before swinging off.

“Well shit,” Happy muttered as he turned into Midtown drawing Peter out of his thoughts.

The school was a madhouse – news trucks were lining the perimeter, their cameras and newscasters being careful to not step onto school property and under close watch from the scattering of NYPD and SRO on the scene. That was fine, they had expected that.

What Peter had not expected, what no one had prepared for, was the literal mob of protestors with signs and banners and t-shirts screaming and chanting behind a series of guardrails that fringed the path up to the school. His classmates were walking up the path mostly unmolested and filming and taking pictures, some of them lingering around the front entrance or on the steps or surrounding lawn as they watched in fascination. A couple were enthusiastically talking to a cluster of cameras and reporters near the subway entrance.

“How did they know I was coming back to school today?” Peter asks, mouth and throat dry and making his voice croak.

“Someone must have slipped it,” MJ says, not sounding surprised. There had been a school wide assembly the Friday before where Principal Morita had announced Peter’s imminent return and had put some ground rules in place – don’t treat him like a zoo animal, no crowding the halls, no harassment – but Peter didn’t really expect anyone to listen. He’d had his own meeting with May and Morita via Zoom a couple weeks before to hammer out the details of his continued education at Midtown and his tardy and absence policy. The man has assured him that he would do everything he could to keep Peter’s school experience as normal as possible which had bolstered May’s confidence but Peter had known it was more of an empty promise than anything else.

“It’s fine Pete,” Ned said. “They can’t do anything to us.”

Happy met his eyes in the rear view mirror and raised a questioning brow and Peter gave a shake of his head. He wasn’t going to back out now, besides, the car had been spotted and multiple cameras were pointed in his direction and the mob was screaming and waving their signs even more aggressively now.

Happy pulled to a slow stop in front of the path and put the car in park. “I can have them removed if you want,” he offered. “Or find a back entrance? You don’t have to deal with them Pete.”

Peter looked at the crowd again and gnawed at his already ragged lip. “It’s okay. It’ll just make it worse if I try to avoid them.”

Happy muttered something about self-flagellation under his breath with a fond eye roll but didn’t fight him. “Just don’t say anything,” he advises. “Don’t look at them and don’t say anything. Just keep walking until you’re in the school okay? I’ll be here right at four-thirty to pick you up after decathlon.”

“Thanks Happy,” Peter says, trading seats with Michelle so that he’ll be the first to emerge from the car and tightening his backpack straps. He wishes he had his red and black suit with him instead of the Iron Spider in its housing units on his wrists – the weight, minuscule as it is, is always comforting on his back. He wishes he was wearing his mask. He wishes he could just be plain Peter Parker again. He takes a deep, fortifying breath and opens the door.

The angry roar of the crowd when they see him nearly deafens him and he fights the urge to cover his ears and protect his sensitive hearing. Flash materializes out of nowhere to stand staunchly at his side as MJ slips out of the car, clearly nervous but ignoring the mass of people and grabbing his hand. “Nice hair Eugene,” she teases as Ned joins them and closes the door. Flash rolls his eyes at her and pushes his shockingly blonde fringe out of his eyes.

“You wish you could pull this off,” he offers in response and her smile becomes more genuine at the ribbing.

“Maybe red,” she muses, adjusting her own bag on her shoulder before she starts to walk up the sidewalk.

The path is only wide enough for them to walk two by two and MJ pulls him closer and holds his hand tighter as they face the school. Peter tries to ignore the signs and screams as he walks resolutely toward the door but he can’t completely block them out, especially after seeing a blown up copy of his year book photo with devil horns calling him a murderer. The woman holding it, wearing a t-shirt with a similar message and a button with Mysterio’s helmet on it, spews even more vitriol when she sees him look her direction. Her face is red and angry and Peter redirects his attention back to the school.

His classmates crowd the stairs and most of them have their phones out to livestream him coming to school. He feels like a bug pinned under glass and he can feel his breath speed up in his chest but he tries not to show it. Ben had always told him that he was an open book and that anyone could read his every thought on his face. It had been funny back then but now Peter just wishes that it was anything but true.

It, unfortunately, doesn’t get any better inside. The halls are lined with curious teenagers and teachers alike who all watch him walk down the hall and film him and get way too close for comfort. Morita had told him that he can’t, technically, enforce the no phone rule before school officially starts for the day and after it ends so Peter will have to deal with it.

His locker is also, unfortunately, down a completely different hall than Ned, MJ and Flash’s so they have to separate if they plan on being on time for home room. He’ll meet Ned there but he won’t see the other two until second period and he has first period, APUSH, completely alone. It’s almost enough to send him over the edge.

“I can walk with you,” Ned offers, adjusting his bag but Peter just shakes his head. He can do this. He has to do this.

The heckling gets worse once the others leave and his classmates get bolder – pushing into his space and taking selfies with him and asking invasive questions. He’s never been popular and he’s always been ignored and its just getting to be too much but at least he understands why some celebrities go off the deep end and straight up punch paparazzi now.

He makes quick work of getting his locker open and stowing his extra notebooks and gym bag before hassling in the direction of his home room. Ned meets up with him halfway there, a little out of breath from clearly rushing to meet him and pushing through the crowd, and the groupies back off a little once he’s around and forming a barrier between them and Peter. Ms. Warren glances at them from her desk when they enter and her eyes linger on Peter a little longer than normal but she otherwise ignores them and Peter feels honestly faint in relief.

“Dude,” Ned tells him as he slips into the seat to Peter’s right at the scratched up black lab table. Peter groans and drops his head onto his crossed arms, not really knowing how to respond. “At least you have Dell for APUSH – he won’t put up with any shit in his class.”

“Yeah,” Peter responds. “Lucky.”

Ned winces and goes to say something else but the bell rings and the school morning newscast starts playing on the TV. Ms. Warren turns it up just as Betty Brant says “This morning our very own Midtown Avenger joined us back in classes. In case you missed it, Jason and I were live on the scene for his-,”

Peter crammed his headphones in and turned on the white noise to drown out the sound of the newscast and pointedly ignored Ned’s sympathetic looks and Ms. Warren who looked at his headphones in blatant disapproval but didn’t ask him to take them out. Thank God.

His phone buzzed in his pocket and he peeked at the message coming through – a single eye rolling emoji from MJ followed by Must be a slow news day. He smiled despite himself and tucked the phone back away just as the bell rang.

His first class alone was a nightmare – Mr. Dell had assigned them all seats and had put Peter front and center in what was, probably, an effort to keep his classmates for hassling him too much and keep everyone’s attention on what he was teaching and not on Peter. It didn’t really work since people kept taking sneaky Snapchat pictures and videos of him under their desks when Mr. Dell’s back was turned. Peter set his jaw and tried to ignore it but he knew he would have to borrow Ned’s notes if he even hoped at passing the class.

His AP English class was a little better since he had both Ned and MJ with him but Mr. Harrington who was, arguably, his favorite teacher and one that had, apparently, really gone to bat for him against the PTO and school board so that he could keep his scholarship and go to school, was a little oblivious. His classmates were even more bold and blatant and he was clenching his jaw so much he thought his teeth might break.

“Come with me,” MJ said, pulling him out of his desk right as the bell rang and rushing out the door.

“Where are we going?” Peter asked, stumbling after her as she pulled him toward one of the stock rooms, pushing him in and closing and locking the door behind them.

“To the roof,” she answered, standing on an overturned bucket to open up the small window. Peter blinked in surprise.

“But you have art this hour.”

“And you have a free period,” MJ said like it was obvious, hopping off the bucket and herding him to the window. “Ms. Goode loves me anyway so she won’t care if I miss a class. Hurry up and get sticky.”

Peter let out a bark of a laugh and climbed up the wall, pulling Michelle through the window after him and carefully avoiding the classrooms and front of the building until they reached the roof. The sun was bright and warm on his skin and he laid on his back just reveling in the silence. “This is nice,” he said, catching the book MJ dropped before it hit his stomach without opening his eyes and positioning it behind his head as a pillow. She settled in next to him, rustling with some paper and he cracked open one eye to glance at her. “What is that?”

“The Daily Bugle,” she answered, flicking through a couple pages and skimming the words, ignoring as Peter choked on his own saliva and fell into a coughing fit.

“You’re actually reading that garbage? You know what they’re saying about me right? Jameson keeps calling me a ‘Spider-Menace like that even makes sense-.”

“It’s actually pretty hilarious,” she said interrupting his tirade and stopping her flicking to read through a page. “Oh look at this, this is a good one: ‘Some suggest that Parker’s powers include the male spider’s ability to hypnotize females.”

“Stop, c’mon,” Peter says back, slightly irritated at her teasing.

“Yes my Spider-Lord,” MJ says, dropping her voice in pitch and, against his will he starts chuckling. It makes him feel lighter and calmer and warm.

“Can we just like sit up here all day? It is so crazy down there.”

MJ hums and flicks over to the next page, still skimming. “I mean we could,” she says, neutral. “But would it really help anything?”

Peter sighs and flops over on his stomach to beat his head gently into the book. “Probably not.” His stomach growls and he sighs – at least lunch is next. MJ’s hand skims down his neck to sit in the small of his back.

“I can think of something that could take your mind off it,” she says lightly and Peter feels his cheeks heat just a little but rolls his head over to smirk at her.

“Do tell.”

She gives him a little smile of her own before poking him until he moves enough for her to perch on his lap. He curls block out the sun and she’s at just the perfect height for him to lean forward and pull her into kiss.

They slip back into the window of the stock room just before the bell rings to end third period with their lips swollen and their hair a little more messy than it was before but with bright smiles and less tense muscles. Peter keeps his ear to the door and waits for the hallway to clear before they slip out and make their way to the lunch room.

Both of them had brought lunch so it was easier to creep in unnoticed through the side door and join Ned and Flash in the back corner of the cafeteria. It didn’t take too long before their classmates started murmuring and pointing and, despite the numerous warnings from various administrators and the fact that five of the sophomore level teachers were seated at their own table near the front of the room, many of the students took notice of their sudden appearance and were attempting to take surreptitious pictures and videos of them on phones hidden under tables and halfway in hoodie pockets. Peter felt his ears turn red as he ducked his head closer to the table and nearly into his sandwich. MJ glared at the table closest to them and the few girls seated there at least had the decency to look ashamed though they didn’t tuck their phones away.

“So this is fun,” Flash muttered as he picked at the flavorless and congealed school spaghetti on his tray. His normal table of friends and groupies were seated a few tables away and looking at him with jealously. Awkward silence followed his deadpan grumbling and Peter shifted uncomfortably.

Michelle rolled her eyes and snorted indelicately before glancing at Peter with clear mischief in her eyes and slapping her copy of the Daily Bugle on the table before flipping it open to a page she had earmarked. Peter groaned and dropped his head to thunk on the table dramatically as MJ said “ Did you know that Peter can hypnotize females with his spider powers?”

Ned snorted so abruptly some of the water he was drinking dribbled out his nose causing him to cough and gag and Flash to thump him on the back. “Oh my God,” Ned said reverently, touching the gossip rag and cradling it like it was special as his eyes darted across the page. “This is the best thing I’ve ever seen. I need to get this framed!”

Peter whined and thumped his head on the table a few more times. “Yo Parker, this says you lay eggs,” Flash pointed out, skimming the edge of the page where a bullet pointed lists of ‘Fun Facts!’ were.

“I don’t lay eggs!” Peter groaned out in dismay, giving MJ his best betrayed look. She ignored his misery as she gleefully looked at the paper upside down to read the other inaccurate facts listed about him. “This is abuse,” he muttered, trying to pull the paper away from Ned but failing as his friend dodged and Flash batted his hands away.

“Does your ability to hypnotize only work on females? What exactly is the process?” Ned teased, voice shaking in mirth. “Wait! Wait what do you make them call you? Master of the Spiders? Arachnid King?”

“Spider Lord,” MJ provided with a shit-eating grin that had Flash and Ned sputtering with laughter and drawing even more attention their way.

“Oh come on,” Peter begged. “Don’t let anyone hear you or they’ll believe it!”

“Of course Spider Lord,” Flash intoned with barely concealed glee causing Ned and MJ to cackle more.

“You’re all the worst,” Peter told them without heat. To be honest this was the best he had felt all day – he hardly noticed the extra stares and muttering anymore. The bell announcing the end of their lunch rang and he hurried to cram the rest of his sandwich in his mouth as quickly as possible; they all had to hurry since they had gym and had to change before the tardy bell rang in ten minutes.

The heckling continued up until they split off to enter different locker rooms and Peter abruptly clenched his jaw as he realized the majority of his class was not only early to class to change but also waiting in the locker room and looking busy while they waited for him. Ned shot him a wince as he ducked into one of the stalls to change. Peter could feel the eyes following him as he did the same.

“Come on Parker,” he told himself as he took a few moments to center himself. “It’s just gym. You’ve done it a hundred times. This time’s no different.” He took as much time as possible to change, only sneaking out just before the bell rang and the majority of the room emptied.

MJ had saved them seats a bit away from the rest of the class and Peter squeezed between her and Ned, taking her hand and giving it a soft squeeze. Coach Wilson, looking particularly bored, was lugging a couple bags of foam balls from the locked equipment closet and Peter felt his stomach turn with dread. He detested dodgeball.

“You know the drill,” Coach Wilson drowned from the middle of the court. “Split in half, game starts on my whistle. Not you Parker,” he called over the din of talking and scuffing tennis shoes. “New PTA rules – you can watch and do individual work but no more team or contact sports.”

Peter felt his face flush again as he lowered himself back into his seat as the class broke out into louder conversations around him. Ned clapped him on the shoulder and said “Don’t worry about it man,” and Peter opened his mouth with the intent to thank or reassure his friend that he was okay but Ned, taking advantage and wearing a smirk, loudly went directly for the kill. “Besides, its unbecoming of a Spider Lord to comport himself like one of us mere plebes.”

Flash promptly tripped down the stairs and barely caught himself from falling on his face and breaking his nose on the floor, MJ had to sit back down to get herself under control as the rest of their class just stared at them with confused looks on their faces.

“I can’t believe you’ve done this,” Peter told Ned seriously causing his friends to break out into laughter again. If you can’t beat ‘em right?

“You’ve been an awfully good sport about this,” MJ told him later, leaning against a neighboring locker as he packed his bag and grabbed his decathlon binder. He shot her a questioning glance as he zipped up his bag. “The Spider Lord thing. It doesn’t actually bother you right? Because Ned already changed your name in the group chat and I’d hate to hurt his feelings by changing it again.”

“No its fine,” Peter reassured her. “It’s a little funny.” He slammed his locker shut and took her hand, “We’re going to be late Captain,” he told her, walking in the direction of the library. And maybe it didn’t bother him but it didn’t stop the wheels from turning. The attention rankled and he just wanted to go back to being Peter Parker again, to be completely anonymous.

He may know a guy who could help with that – it would only take a quick trip to Bleeker Street.

[liron-ao3]

Timestamp #2 to Mine to hold

Rafael

"Hush! He just fell asleep," Magnus whispers from the nest to Catarina, who slid the door quietly open.

"Can I come in?" she whispers back.

"Of course. He needs to get used to your scent."

Catarina beams at Magnus and walks closer until she can see the swaddled baby on top of the blanket in her friend's arms. "Oh, Magnus, he's beautiful."

The new father smiles. "His eyes are the same colour as Alec's. I know, it's stupid, but…"

Catarina touches his cheek gently. "Nothing is stupid when it comes to building a family, Magnus. You are allowed to see the father of your boy in his eyes. Biological or not."

"It could change, anyway. He's still so small." Magnus deflects. "But you're right. He's beautiful. This will always be true."

Catarina hums in agreement. "Are you okay, Magnus?"

He nods. "The fake heat was intense and longer than usual. But it ended early enough, so we didn't have to postpone getting our little Rafe." He brushes gently through the dark shock of hair. The baby crinkles his nose. "I think he senses you unconsciously."

Catarina leans forward, sniffing the air. "He already smells like his fathers."

Magnus' eyes light up. "Really? After only two days?"

"Be honest, you three haven't left the nest much, did you?" Magnus diverts his eyes and blushes. "That wasn't a critique. That's what you all need. Your little one had to forego all of that for months. And you're doing this safely, as I can see. Don't let others tell you you're doing this wrong. Every family has to decide what works best for them."

Magnus sighs quietly in relief. "He's still so tiny. I'm worried that I might hurt him."

"I think every parent fears that. But you won't. You'll be a great papa."

Magnus smiles at her tiredly. "And the little one has the best godmother, right?"

Catarina's eyes sparkle in the dim light of the room. "He sure does." She presses a tender kiss on Magnus' cheek and into Rafael's hair. "I'll leave you three, then. Call me if you need anything. I gave Alec something to heat up."

"Thank you, Cat. Is it really okay that you sub in my classes?"

"Sure. Angelo is doing a great job, and the mummy classes will be happy to have you back. But there's no rush, do you hear me?"

Magnus nods, smiling his thanks.

***

Magnus bounces on the exercise ball. Rafe sleeps tightly wrapped against his chest. He's a light sleeper, but after three weeks of trial and error, his fathers realised that movement and closeness help him calm down.

Magnus goes through his work emails like every day. He entrusted the executive director with most tasks he used to do, but he still does some of the correspondence and reads every single manuscript.

Two hours later, Alec finds his mate walking through the living room, enthralled in the reading material on his tablet. The new book, written by an omega author, is just too good to put down.

"Hey, love. How are the two most important men in my life?"

Magnus chuckles. "Hungry, I suppose," he says when Rafael starts moving at the sounds of his dad coming home. Alec greets both with a kiss and raises the bags in his hands.

"Good that I brought food, then. I'll fix the bottle, and then I'll take him."

"You're an angel," Magnus says, only now realising how tired his feet are. He stretches his back and bounces the now hunger signalling baby. "Take the ready-made stuff. He slept so long," he says, and the very next second, Rafe starts crying.

"Coming right up!" Alec calls, already on his way to the kitchen.

Magnus unwraps his little boy. "Daddy's back in a second, puppy. Shhh. I know you're hungry. Look, there he is."

Alec throws a napkin over his shoulder and takes Rafe from Magnus' hands, settling into the armchair that has become their feeding space. He quickly unbuttons his shirt and leans the squirming baby against his bare chest before he starts feeding him the bottle.

Magnus watches them for a long moment, his fond eyes wandering from his pup to his beloved alpha. Alec smiles to himself. "Eat before it's cold, love. I got you the shrimp chips you like so much."

"Thank you, darling," Magnus says and presses a kiss against Alec's temple. "You're always taking such good care of your family."

Alec's happy scent comes off him in waves. Magnus squeezes his shoulder. He might be exhausted between their bundle of joy, the publishing house, and the dance lessons. But with a mate like Alec, he knows that he can have it all without losing himself.

***

"I can't believe I've missed it," Magnus pouts as he watches Rafe taking his second steps on the laptop screen. The boy tumbles, and it looks as if he were waving at him. "I'm home in two days, puppy. Papa misses you so much."

"We miss you, too," Alec says off-screen. "How's the bookfair?"

Magnus sighs. "Good. Europe is just waiting for our stuff. Haven't seen much of Frankfurt, though."

"Do you feel safe?"

Magnus rolls his eyes. "Ragnor has taken good care of me, though it wasn't necessary often. Most people here are chilled. Didn't hear a single alpha voice since I arrived, and no sighting of naked omegas until now. Although there is supposed to be a renaissance of old school alphas in this country. I don't know. Our books are selling well here, and our authors are getting swamped. I can't complain."

"I'm very proud of you. You change the world one book at a time," Alec praises. It never ceases to elicit warmth spreading through Magnus' chest how much pride his alpha holds for him.

"Why, thank you, Alexander. I can't wait to be home again. Have been feeling sick for days."

Alec switches to the front camera, his worried face coming into view. "Are you falling ill?"

Magnus shrugs. "I don't know. I just hope it's not another fake heat approaching. If so, I might go for hormone therapy after all. I can't take it any longer."

Alec bites his lip and nods. The last fake heat had been intense for both of them, especially as it fell together with his rut. "Whatever feels right for you, Magnus. Just come home safely. We need you."

***

Magnus tiptoes into the bedroom and smiles at the cuddling father-son couple in their nest, and Chairman Meow curled up at the feet of the bed. He changes his clothes quickly and crawls under the covers.

"You're home," Alec mumbles, half-asleep.

"Yes, finally." Magnus kisses him softly on the lips and brushes over Rafael's head. Alec scents the air and furrows his brow. "Is something wrong?" Magnus asks.

Alec breathes in deeply. "You smell different."

"Do I?"

Alec shrugs. "Yeah. Like roast apples. Probably just from the travel."

"I'll postpone the shower until tomorrow. The airline meal didn't agree with me." Magnus yawns.

Alec brushes a hand over his cheek. "Welcome home, love. We missed you."

Magnus turns his head and kisses Alec's palm, inhaling his alpha's summer rain and campfire scent. He feels the restlessness of the last few days settling into ease. "I missed you, too."

Rafe turns to him in his sleep and murmurs, "Papa". That elicits a content purr from Magnus. He never thought that he might ever be this happy. But with their scents mingling, their one-year-old in his arms, and Alec embracing the both of them, Magnus glides into the first peaceful sleep since he kissed them goodbye.

[mysinsforbts]

A glass of birthday milk~

(Happy Birthday Jungkook~) (This is my first ff, be kind to me! lol~)

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Jungkook x Reader

Rating: 18+

Warnings: smut, blow job, handjob, oral (m), semi dirty talk, slight daddy kink, (let me know if I missed something)

(I’m sorry for gramma mistakes! Please enjoy~ )

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Buzz.. Buzz.. My alarm started ringing on this still quiet Tuesday. 6:00 o'clock, showed my phone. I turned it off with half closed eyes and slowly opened first one, than the second. I blinked a few times and looked outside the window, it was still very dark. Than I looked over to the right, a still fast asleep Jungkook layed next to me. He had one arm behind his head and the other one on his stomatch, he looked so cuddly under the warm blanket. His hair looked so fluffy, that I wanted nothing more than just to caress through it. I smiled to myself thinking of the reason I stood up this early. Today is a special day. It is Jungkook's Birthday.

Quietly as possible I removed the blanket from my body and sat up. I searched for Jungkook's shirt and put it on. It was slightly cold as I walked barefeed towards the kitchen. I closed the kitchen door so I wouldn't make to much noise. The first thing I did was making breakfast, wanting to have everything ready and perfect before my boyfriend had to go to work later. Next thing I did was doing the laundry, I just knew that as soon as Jk got up and was awake he would start to deal with it. It was just his thing.                                                                    After I was finished with it I looked at the time, already one hour had past, the sun started to raise and it became busier outside.

I went back to the kitchen where I made a glass of milk ready. Than I walked back in the bedroom, placed the glass of milk on his table and crawled back to my still sleeping boyfriend in bed. Carefully I hugged him, not wanting to wake him yet. 'How did I end up this lucky?', asking myself such questions starts to become a habit of mine. Sometimes this all felt so unreal, like a way to beautiful dream or a fairytail that was told to me as a child. Jeon Jungkook was defenitly a Prince! He for sure escaped from a novel. Without thinking I started caressing through Jk's hair, admiring his perfect sleeping form. Lost in my own thoughts I didn't notice that the tattooed boy started smiling. I almost let out a loud yelp as he let out a cute snore and turned away from me. Shocked and a bit confused I stared at his back. After a few seconds I giggeld to myself.. 'This man..no wonder he is my boyfriend'. As I looked at Jungkook, a sudden idea came to my mind. Why not make his birthday morning a bit more fun?~

So I crawled down, under the blanket to spread his legs carefully so that I could fit in between them. As I pushed his boxers down gently,  I realised that he was already semi hard. Licking my lips at the feeling of his huge cock in my hand, I started kissing his thighs softly. Moving my hand up and down over his cock, I felt him growing harder in my hand. So I leaned down and took him between my lips. Carefully I licked around the top and heard Jungkook softly growl in his sleep. Smirking at the reaction I got, I took more of him in my mouth and moved my head gently up and down. After a while I moved faster and heard more growls and whines. I continued until I felt a hand on top of my head, "P-Princess? Y/N?". As answer I grabbed his hand and moved my head faster, sucking on the tip as I felt Jungkook grabbing my hair, tugging on it. "I-I will cum-", he warned me while moaning loudly. I started sucking on the top and played a bit with his balls. All of sudden I felt his warm cum in my mouth. I swallowed everything, not wasting anything and let go of him. Before I could do anything else I felt a tug on my arm and crawled back up, pushing the blanket a side and sticking my head out just to lay down on his chest.

Kookie looked at me, still tired but smiling, "Morning beautiful~ You should wake me up like this everyday". I giggeld and kissed his nose, "Sorry but just the birthday boy gets such a treatment~". He giggeld too and kissed me on my lips. Smiling in the kiss, I kissed back. Feeling his warm, soft lips against mine was my favorite. I loved waking up in his strong, warm arms. "Happy Birthday Kookie", I whispered as he leaned away. Kookie caressed gently his hand over my cheek and gave me his famous bunny smile, "Thank you! You're so good to me~". With that he sat up while still holding me in his arms. As he looked to the side I followed his gaze, eyeing the glass of milk I put there a while ago. I leaned over Kookie and gave it to him, sitting on his lap now. "For you~", I smiled at him.

Kookie looked at me for a while, not doing anything. I coudln't help but to blush under his gaze. Even after 2 years in our realtionship I coudln't help myself around him. He is just to charming and to attractive. Not that I'm complaining! Smirking, knowing the affect he had on me he took the glass from me and drank it empty in one sip. As he put the glass back on the table I noticed the milk around his lips. Just as I wanted to say something about it Jungkook wished it away with the back of his hand while starring in my eyes. This tease..       Without thinking I moved forward, pressing my lips on Jungkook's as I kissed him deeply, biting his lips gently. Jungkook kissed me back in the same way and a fire between us started. The sparkles flew around us. Just we two excisted in this world. It was our world!

After a heated make out we had to part because of lame air reasons. The tattooed man smirked at me, "Thank you beautiful~ This was the best birthday morning I ever had!". Kookie hugged me and whispered in my ear, "Let me pay you back today night! Your pussy will be so sore you won't walk tomorrow morning, promise~". With that he pushed me back in the bed and stood up, just to walk in the bathroom. I blushed and almost chocked on the air, "JUNGKOOK!", I whined while jumping up going after him. I heard him laugh as he close door right into my face. "JUNGKOOK! Open the door!", I started to laugh too and knocked against the door.

That was such a typical morning between us, we always had a lot of funny moments in our realtionship, with the serious and sad ones too. Sometimes we did behave like children, the other day we did behave like an old married couple and sometimes we did behave like newcomers to love. I missed him a lot when he was away on tour, so did he. We don't always have the same opinion, we are sometimes shy and weird around each other. We laugh and we cry together. But in the end, we always find a way to solve everything. And when I remember these funny moments, I know why I love this man so much and why I can overcome any pain for Jeon Jungkook!

After a few sconds Jungkook opened the door again, leaning against the doorway. Shirtless, just in boxers, his hair half wet and water dripping down his jawline, "What? Do you want to join Daddy in the shower?~". He smirked. He knew very well how he looked, what he did to me. I just stood there, not knowing what to say or how to breath, "Jungko-", in that moment he leaned down and stole a kiss from me. The bunny boy started to laugh at my reaction, "Wait in the kitchen beautiful~". With that Jungkook closed the bathroom door and started to shower. I just blinked, my brain not working, my body to suprised to move. That's it! My soul left my body, like always when he did that. But I enjoyed it way to much~

I smiled to myself, I was so happy to have this wonderfull soul in my live. 'God..You are crazy', I thought to myself while laughing, walking into the kitchen. As I waited for Jungkook, I thought about today evening. I still had so much to do when Kookie was gone to work, decorating the room, buying some stuff and practising the 'dance' routine I planned..

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(Should I write a Part 2? If yes,I would love to~)

[ayatosmlktea]

𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑳𝑫𝑾𝑰𝑫𝑬

Pairings: Bokuto x Reader

Genre: Fluff, a lil tiny bit of angst

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: Just a lil something I wrote for @soltserra​ one night! This song is based on Worldwide from Big Time Rush and I highly HIGHLY recommend listening to it while you read because 1) it’s a masterpiece and 2) it makes the fic 10x better

Also I literally know nothing about sports so pls...be kind :3

The news comes as a shock to Bokuto, he knew that eventually it was going to happen but he hadn’t expected it to come so soon. It was the opportunity of a lifetime, being drafted into one of the biggest volleyball teams in the world. Of course he was excited, he had been thrilled so much so that he could barely contain his excitement and had nearly grabbed the manager in for a hug before remembering to remain professional.

 His dreams were finally coming to fruition and the first person his mind thought of after hearing the offer was you. His rock through thick and thin, his highschool sweetheart. Unable to wait any until he got home he dialed your number, bouncing with excitement as he waited for you to pick up.

Frowning when his call went to voicemail he figured you must have been busy, it didn’t matter. That meant he’d get to share the news with you in person!

Rushing home, he stopped along the way to pick up your favourite takeout to celebrate. Their lives were about to change in the best way possible and there was no one else he wanted to go on this journey with.

Practically running home, he bounded up the steps to your shared apartment two at a time eager to tell you the good news.

Upon entering the apartment he found you fast asleep on the couch, placing the food on the kitchen counter Bokuto sat down next to you, gently stroking your hair.

“Hey love, I got dinner” he says softly, leaning down to kiss her forehead. Pulling the light blanket over your  head you groaned something incoherent into the cushions.

“I got your favourite! Sushi burritos” At the mention of food you poke you head out from under the blankets, suddenly wide awake.

“Food” Bokuto laughs loudly, wrapping his arms around you to plant wet kisses on your cheeks.

“So you’ll wake up for food but not me? That hurts” he sniffles before continuing his assault of kisses all over your face.

“Move, I’m hungry” Turning your head away from his face you struggle to slip out of his arms.

“Can I at least have a kiss for being the world’s best boyfriend and bringing my beautiful girlfriend her favourite dinner?” Bokuto pouted, you had gotten used to his childish temper after being together for so long but for some reason right now it was funnier than usual.

“If you wash the dishes too you might get one later” Flashing him a cheeky smile you shoved your hands against his chest, walking into the kitchen to inspect the food. Not even waiting to sit down, you lean on the kitchen island unwrapping your food and take a hasty first bite.

“So there’s something I wanted to tell you about!” Bokuto says abruptly. Your eyes leave your burrito, with a curious look on your face.

“I got an offer to play for that American team I was telling you about”

“Oh my God! That’s amazing! I’m so happy for you Bo” You knew how big of a deal it was for him to get drafted by this team, putting down your food you shuffled over to give him a hug.

“I know right! We have a few weeks to get settled into our new place. We should probably start packing tomorrow” The longer Bokuto rambled on, the bigger the pit of dread grew in your stomach.

“We?”

“Yeah, you and me babe.” His smile is so hopeful and full of excitement that it feels wrong to have to crush his spirits.

“I-I can’t go with you, I can’t just quit my job and move across the world with you”

Bokuto’s face fell instantly, he hadn’t expected this. He’d been so caught up in telling you the news, that he hadn’t even considered the possibility that you might not be able to come with him.

“I’ll come visit you! But for now, it’s not possible. I’m sorry”

“It’s fine! Like you said, you can come visit me” He was trying to brush off his disappointment for you, but you knew that he was upset. The rest of dinner was spent in an uncomfortable silence.

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It had been almost three months since Bokuto had seen you, the two of you tried to call as often as you could but it was difficult with the time difference. While you  were on your lunch break Bokuto was already fast asleep. The only time you really got to spend with each other was on the weekends, and even then it was never enough. 

The way your eyes would become glossy with tears never went unnoticed but he didn’t want to say anything that would make you cry. It ripped his heart into shreds knowing that you were crying and he couldn’t do anything about it. He sent you pictures everyday along with cute messages reminding you that he loved you. Bokuto spent most of his nights going through old pictures and videos of the two of you  together. 

On days where they weren’t able to call at all, he’d go through his voicemail until he found an old message from you. It didn’t matter what you were saying, the sound of your voice alone was enough to help ease his homesickness.

Volleyball took up a lot of his time and most of his energy but you were always on his mind. Everything he was doing was for your future. The sooner he became successful, the sooner you’d be able to come live with him in America.

Lately,you seemed more distant. You didn’t send him as many texts like you usually did and whenever he tried to make plans to call you, there was always something keeping you busy. Doubts of you falling out of love with him were putting him on edge, the rational side of him tried to convince himself that he was being paranoid for no reason. You were an honest person, and if you were falling out of love with him he trusted you to tell him.

Regardless, the thought of not having you in his life was enough to start affecting his playing. His serves were off, his spikes were not timed properly. He’d been yelled at by their coach more times in one week than he had in his entire time spent on his highschool team. It was beginning to irritate him, as much as he wanted to get his head in the game he couldn’t stop worrying about you. Thoughts of you dating another man, kissing someone who wasn’t him, holding someone else’s hand were all starting to drive him crazy.

When practice ends, Bokuto leaves feeling frustrated, he knows  he can play better than that. He knows what he needs to do, he knows how to time his jumps so why can’t he just focus on the game. Pulling out his phone, he scrolls through his notifications hoping that you had sent him something, anything to make his disappointing day a bit better.

But there’s nothing.

He doesn’t even want to eat, his mood is so sour that all he can think of is taking a shower and crawling into bed. His emo mode reaching new levels of pettiness. The walk back to his apartment is spent hoping that you would be able to call him. A week of bare minimum communication was making him crazy. He could only imagine what it would be like if you were to actually walk out of his life. The thought alone makes his throat constrict.

“Why do you look constipated?” A distinct chuckle instantly grabs his attention. His eyes dart up from the sidewalk to find you standing outside of his apartment complex. For a second Bokuto doesn’t know how to react, his mouth hangs open as he tries to determine whether or not he’s hallucinating.

“Are you gonna stand there all day or are you gonna let me in? I’m hung-” Bokuto races forward, grabbing you and enveloping you in a bone crushing hug.

“I missed you so much” he mumbles, suddenly finding it hard to get his words out. He’s so sure that he’s dreaming and any second his alarm will go off, waking up once again to an empty bed. But the smell of your shampoo is right under his nose and your arms are squeezing him back in a way that feels too real to be a dream.

“I missed you too”

“What are you doing here? Not that I’m complaining”

“I requested a transfer to our American branch, that’s why I’ve been distant this past week. I was so excited I didn’t want to give anything away” You confess shyly, averting your gaze from his face. Cupping your cheeks with both of his hands he leans down to kiss you passionately, the feeling of your lips against his after so long feels so good that it sets every nerve in his body on fire.

“I love you, so much” he says, tightening his arms around your  body. All the doubts he’d been having immediately disappeared. It was stupid to think that after all this time a little distance would come between you two. It didn’t matter where you were, as long as you were together Bokuto was complete.

“I love you too Bo”

[tintentrinkerin]

Harness & Spears

Interlude: Collision Course

Chapter warnings: brotherly angst, brothers fighting

Read under the cut or on AO3

When Sam enters the kitchen, he knows Cas and Dean are there, too. He heard them having an argument about what happened in the spa room, like it’s their business what Sam and Jack do. He feels the need to tell them it’s not. Plus, he’s angry. No, furious.

Cas and Dean turn around, like they’ve been caught, and that’s exactly what’s happened. Cas gives Sam a tired smile, but Dean tenses and folds his arms across his chest. Biceps twitching, lips pressed together. 

“You done with the kid?” he asks. 

It’s already an open attack and Sam would love to shove Dean against the next wall, but that won’t help. It will just fuel Dean’s self righteous bullshit.

“Jack is no kid. Why were you creeping around the swimming pool? Our clothes were there, music was turned on, and I know you can hear it in the hall, too. You knew we would be in there. Why did you have to scare him like that?” Sam starts.

Dean’s eyes narrow. 

“He is, how old again?” he turns to Cas, “Cas? How old is Jack? Six?”

Cas looks very uncomfortable now, he obviously doesn’t want to be involved in the brothers’ fight, which is understandable. He gets up and looks at Sam, apologizing silently. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” Dean asks, voice a lot louder now. 

“Hey, leave him alone. He has nothing to do with your petty behaviour!”

“I’ll be in the library,” Cas mumbles and then squeezes Sam’s arm on the way out. 

Poor Castiel. Dean has been giving everyone a hard time since Jack and Sam started to bond romantically and no one really deserves it. Sam wants to understand why, because there’s just no satisfying explanation for Dean being like this. He’s mean to Jack, he’s even responsible for some of the danger Jack’d gotten himself in - okay, given, Jack used to behave very much like a rebellious teen, but he’s changed fundamentally there. 

“He is a fucking kid, Sam!”Dean yells now. But Sam won’t back down. 

“He’s the former God! He’s been the most powerful being on Earth for two years, he’s created whole new universes! And by the way, he brought back your precious angel boyfriend who happens to be millennia old. Don’t you think that we shouldn’t apply our human concept of age to beings that could smite us with a snap of their fingers?!”

The air between them would have crackled if glares were electricity. Sam is loud now, and he knows his yelling can be heard all over the bunker. But he doesn’t give a single fuck about it, Dean is antagonising him and he knows it. He likes to act like he has the moral high ground here, which is funny considering he’d called Sam a prude, and more, when Sam was unable to admit his feelings for Jack. Dean was the one to go after him because of Jack’s feelings. Dean knew Jack was into Sam way earlier than Sam. And he knew that Sam was into Jack. He made Jack install that app to meet up with shady gay guys from the internet. Why is he so spiteful now?

“That has nothing to do with what you do. He almost got himself molested and killed, that was barely five weeks ago! Don’t you think it’s gross to lust after a kid who looks up to you? Who adores you? And who sees you as a father?”

“That’s  idiotic and you know it. I looked up to you when I was a child and-”

Sam stops. He had thought about Jack exactly the same way just a couple days before Gilead happened. 

“You looked up to me, I would’ve never touched you!”

Dean bites his lip and it would be just a matter of time until they’re bloody. 

“Stop comparing mine and Jack’s  relationship to our relationship. The comparison has some fatal errors and you know it.”Dean’s fists clench and unclench and the look he gives Sam is downright hateful. But for what? “What is your fucking problem, Dean? It’s not that Jack is young in ‘earth years.’ Tell me.”

“Shut up, Sammy. Just shut up or God help me-”

The use of the nickname stings Sam. He knows Dean will spit his venom all over the place and keep ruining any private time Sam might have with Jack, Sam can feel it in his guts. He’s like that. He won’t stop. And Sam can’t let that happen. Jack is fragile in his youthful longing and raging hormones. The unfolding love between them –it’s precious to Sam, because he hasn’t felt like that in years. Free of Chuck’s plans, free of hunting, free of the constant threat to their lives. And he’d certainly loved no one more honestly than Jack in years. Maybe Jess. And of course he loves Dean, no matter what. But the love for Jack and the love for Dean are two wildly different things. 

“God help you – what? You gonna hurt him? Hurt me? I’d like to see you try. But I think it’s better Jack and I take off for a while, do some hunts on our own. At least the maids will pay attention to a notice on a door that says ‘do not disturb’.”

Dean grows bright red in the face and his mug, filled with coffee, flies across the room and smashes on the wall. His chest is heaving and… are his eyes just glassy or is he crying? What on earth is wrong with him?

“Yeah, go, Sam. That’s what you can do best. Run away when things get uncomfortable for you!” Dean hisses.

Sam looks at him, disappointed and shocked about how nasty Dean can get. He thought Dean really meant it when he apologized to Jack earlier and seemed to be supportive, in his own quirky way. 

“I’m not dealing with this,” he says and turns around. 

Something clatters behind him but Sam doesn’t look back, even when Dean yells, “Yeah, I guessed that much! You’re a coward, Sam!”

Sam knows he’s not, he’s just too old for getting shit from his big brother, especially when he tries to play the morals card. Dean has no right to talk like this. It will be better if Sam takes Jack and just travels somewhere for a case. 

When he passes the library, he sees Cas, who’s deep in a spell book, but he looks like he’s daydreaming and it’s not a good dream. Why does he put up with Dean’s bullshit, really? This can’t be healthy. 

Back in his room, Sam shuts the door with a thud and a loud sigh. He’s tired, he’s exhausted. Jack is lying in his bed, wrapped in a fluffy purple blanket. He looks like the saddest burrito in the world. When he hears Sam approach, he turns around and looks at him with big, blue teary eyes, there’s not much else visible except his eyes and some blonde strands of hair. 

“Hey, baby,” Sam says lovingly, and undresses. Gets into bed to Jack and hugs the whole angelic wrap. Jack sniffles and leans in, his nose is close and tickles Sam’s cheek.

“Are you okay?”

Jack nods. “Yeah, ‘m okay,” he whispers. “I missed you. Did you bring something to eat by any chance?” 

Sam shakes his head. 

“No, I’m sorry. But we can go get you something.”

“I heard you and Dean fight.” 

Jack looks up and he unwraps a little, strokes along Sam’s chest. It feels so good to be with Jack, he feels loved. Wanted. And it feels right. No matter how young Jack is. Sam needed to make sure that it was the right thing, because he felt that Jack might just have a harmless crush, Sam might be a puppy love. Then he had Aurora. Gilead happened. This topic still isn’t over, Jack doesn’t talk much, but he must’ve been scared to death in there. Since he came back, accompanied by Cas, a year ago, he didn’t use his angel powers anymore, because he wanted to live as human as possible, but still be able to defend his family. It hurts that Dean seems to be still against him, after all that Jack has done for them. 

“Yeah, we had a fight. I don’t know what’s gotten into Dean, lately… I told him I would take you on a hunt. Would you like that?” Sam asks and then gently kisses Jack’s forehead.

Jack trembles. 

“Yes, I would love to do that. Just us?”

“Just us,” Sam confirms. 

“We would be all on our own,” now, Jack sounds dreamy. “Another massage… maybe?”

Sam laughs softly. “Yes, another massage. And no one to disturb us.”

Jack peels out of the blanket more and more. He’s naked underneath, his body hot and his skin soft and he smells still of the massage oils. Sam can’t look away, Jack’s pale body is just beautiful, and how Jack isn’t hiding any of his arousal and excitement… Sam never had a more honest lover. The raw pining is not just flattering – it’s blatantly arousing. 

“When do we start?” Jack asks. 

“I’ll research a case, maybe more than one, and we’ll take some time off.”

“Should I pack my bags?”

Sam holds Jack close, breathes in deeply and kisses along Jack’s shoulder, down his biceps. Jack shivers. Again. 

“Tomorrow…”

What Sam needs right now, is Jack’s love and attention. And he needs to forget the tight knot in his guts that’s twisting and turning and making Sam feel sick to the core. Fighting with Dean is nothing he can just shrug off. 

“Okay, tomorrow,” Jack replies quietly before rolling Sam on his back and crawling on his upper thighs. 

When Jack’s trembling lips kiss down Sam’s chest and his hands start to explore, Sam sighs deeply and lets go of the thoughts that are on his mind. 

“Good boy,” he praises and Jack moans. 

Unfiltered responses. Damn. Sam is already addicted. 

When he’s with Jack, so Sam believes, he can’t be broken.

[write-a-bad-romance]

Thanks for the request, @ginshoujo​!

I’ve already done Theocona, and you’re lucky I already had a Jeanpoleon WIP in my Google Drive!

So, here you go. Jeanpoleon hurt/comfort with some Jeangst. Also, light spoilers for Jean’s route (namely, the thing under his eyepatch). 

The roar of traffic down below began to fade as midnight approached. Jean, alone in the confines of his room, heard nothing but silence for the past hour.

Back at home, he was used to staring at empty walls to clear his head of turmoil. When he thought it was over, he would come out of his room and resume putting an impassive front for his mother and sister. 

But sometimes, the noises outside bothered him too much, and he had to drown in his headphones. 

He forgot when exactly he stopped crying. He turned to sleep, but then insomnia started following him from the first year of college.

Jean was at least grateful these past years had been kinder. And still, these episodes remained a fixture in his life.

The city lights, once blinding, now dimmed into the background as darkness settled over him like a security blanket. He sat motionless on his unmade bed. Cherie already left his side, bored or looking for spaces where his gloominess didn't linger. 

Jean once heard that pets could sense their owner's heartbreak. As much as he hated inadvertently hurting Cherie, it was better than having the rest of his family swooping down on him at the slightest sign of discomfort.

Treading on eggshells most of his entire life made Jean doubt if he was as durable as he thought.

They were wrong if they thought he could shrug off his troubles like water on a duck's back. He'd walk on in quiet, letting others stay oblivious to the load he carried inside his chest.

There was at least one time when Jean barricaded himself in his room at the old apartment. It resulted in Wolf somehow forcing his way inside and dragging him out. "You have to eat," he whispered desperately. "It's been almost two days. You need to at least eat."

The kitchen lights illuminated Wolf's features, and Jean could see the worry in his violet eyes. Only once did they flicker towards the scar over his eye. Just briefly.

Wolf never asked. Jean supposed it was for his own comfort, but he did wonder if the time would even come when they would sit down and talk.

There were two reactions Jean expected when someone saw a glimpse of his scar. Like Wolf, most would pretend not to see it nor mention it afterward. Others would stare at it aghast and fumble for words they thought would make him feel better. They didn't.

And then, there was his anomaly of a roommate. Not only did he stare, but he also reached out to touch it. Jean was too stunned to bat his hand away.

Napoleon was silent the entire time. He never brought it up again.

But sometimes, sometimes, Jean could feel green eyes boring into him as they went about their days. For the first time in years, he finally longed for someone to break their barriers for politeness' sake and ask.

But Jean respected the older man too much to demand anything from him. Even after their first kiss.

Jean brought a hand to feel his chapped lips. Theatrical declarations of love didn't fix a man. That he knew well. He'd fooled enough women who thought it was easy chipping away his ugliness until they found him as beautiful as his exterior. 

Jean rose onto his knees and crawled out of bed. If he let himself be overpowered, it would take even more time to build himself whole again.

There was no salvation for the undeserving. He was being selfish. He was going to bite the entire hand that fed him. And yet it didn't stop Jean from finding Napoleon's door handle and pushing in.

Jean padded across the room towards the bed, Napoleon's soft snores and his own footsteps almost inaudible to his ears.

The mattress dipped as Jean climbed on and hovered over Napoleon. The man always had a gentleness to his deceivingly boyish features, all the more so when he was asleep.

He slowly lowered his body, careful not to crumble on top of the man. In a move that was more desperate then loving, he reached forward and cradled his head.

If only I was as strong as you and twice as kind, Jean murmured against his forehead. 

He retreated to gaze down at Napoleon again. These recent years were truly, awfully forgiving, considering what he endured back during his school days.

Loving and being loved was such a luxury that Jean believed even this would one day be taken away from him as another punishment. Fate let him off too easy, and he was prepared for his due penance.

But this was one moment he refused to let go if there was indeed separation in their cards. He bent down and pressed his lips gently against Napoleon's. 

Jean wiped his mouth and realized how wet they were. The kiss must've tasted like tears, he thought.

Napoleon began to stir, groping wildly until his hand knocked with Jean's arm. His eyes fluttered open to see Jean above him, face dark and somehow still discernible.

"Jean?" He grunted. For a moment, the scar blurred into the rest of his face.

Don't say anything. "Quiet," Jean breathed huskily. He didn't even notice tear tracks were running down his cheeks. "Let me stay here." Hold me.

No more refusals. Not tonight.

Without a word, Napoleon tugged Jean down and pulled him down onto his chest.

"Mmm, 'right." He rolled them both on his side, and Jean was fully enveloped in his warmth. "Don't move."

He pressed the back of the younger man's head against his shoulder. Jean burrowed further into his sweatshirt, ignoring the burn against his skin and the growing dampness of the fabric as he allowed himself to cry.

If he had been more aware, Jean would shrink away from the embrace, thinking that his sobs would disturb Napoleon's sleep. But right now, he wasn't.

Morning would come, and his crying would subside. There'd be a large stain on Napoleon's sweatshirt, and there would be an air of awkwardness between them. There might be questions or even none at all.

Jean had long decided there was no use hanging onto that precarious balance in their relationship. He yearned for too much, and the older man gave into him too readily.

Jean shut his eyes tighter. They stung.

Tomorrow would come, and maybe, some truths would come to light. If only Napoleon dared to ask.

I want him to ask.

[your-local-bnha-writer]

Hi I wanted to request some Kirishima x reader angst! It can be anything, surprise me! Cuz I’ve been craving some angst lately... also, I really like the way you write, it’s great! ♥️✨✨

“I can’t keep kissing people and pretend that they’re you!”

Eijirou Kirishima

Pairing: Kirishima x Reader

Warning(s): Swearing??

Genre: Angst babyyyy

Word count: 2301

A/N: Hiiii! Thanks for requesting! I’m glad you like my writing, although I’m still pretty new and I’m still trying to perfect angst. But hope you enjoy!

I don’t own the art!

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You sighed and shifted uncomfortably as you watched your ex gassing up another girl. You guys only split up about a week ago and he's been with 3 girls so far.

You were so glad he was taking it much better than you were. You were happy he wasn't sitting at home eating tubs of ice cream and crying until 3am in the morning.

Sighing softly, you took Mina's hand wanting to leave the shop as soon as possible.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't think he was gonna be here I thought—"

"It's okay Mina, really," you say giving her a smile. But she could see right through it. Your eyes told a different story.

She huffed but decided to not talk about it anymore. Instead she ranted about a new lipstick she saw saying that it would totally compliment her skin colour.

You tried to listen, you really did. But all you could think about was how quickly Kirishima moved on.

Had our relationship meant nothing to him?

Was it all just some...joke?

Did he really love you?

You thought about the first time he told you he loved you. It wasn't at some romantic park, with cherry blossoms fluttering gracefully beside you as he declared his undying love for you.

It was when you first moved in to your small cozy apartment. It was tiny, cheap and had lots of room for improvement. To other people it looked like a filthy shack with rusty windows. You and Kirishima weren't different, but you guys had put the time and effort into renovating and making it look like a tornado had just passed through.

After all your hard work on the first day, you and Eijirou slept on dirty mattress that were set up in the master bedroom and shared a thin blanket that could barely cover the both of you. It wasn't the best, but you two made it work. It until a few moments later when he whispered in your ear that he loved you.

"Y/n? Y/nnn," a voice says snapping you out of your thoughts. You come back to reality seeing a hand move up and down in front of your face.

"Huh? What? Oh, yeah that colour would suit you," you say hoping that she wouldn't catch on.

"Oh sweet little Y/n, I stopped talking about that a while ago, I asked you how you were holding up," she states. You don't need to ask what she was talking about, you already know.

"Well, I've watched at least 4 romcoms and have gone through 2 buckets of ice cream and well on my way on my 3rd one, so not good," you say finally opening up on your whole situation. You give her a sad smile.

"Damn, I'm sorry about the whole thing, I've been trying my best to try and cheer you up," she says.

"But it looks like it's not working, so what do you wanna do next?" she asks determined. You chuckle softly.

"Mina, that's sweet and all but I don't need you to cheer me up, I'm fine," you say putting on the mask again. You're not sure why, you opened up about how you were doing, she already knows, so why are you putting the wall up again.

"No, Y/n, you literally just opened up about how you were feeling you can't just back out now," she says like she just read your mind. You bite your lip anxiously.

"It's fine," you say quickly.

"No it's—"

"Mina, it's okay, I'm okay, I was exaggerating," you say, you look into her eyes. She doesn't believe you. You could practically feel the sympathy radiating off of her. That feeling of wanting to help.

You didn't need her help. You didn't need anyone's help. You were okay, you were fine. You could get through this by yourself and it would a cakewalk.

"Thank you though," you say gently grabbing her hand. Mina gets this doubtful look once again, but she chooses to ignore it.

"Okay...well I've got to go now! Me and Ochaco are baking muffins for the class reunion tomorrow!" she beamed excitedly. Your face drops.

You had forgotten about the class reunion. Wonderful, more chances to see Kirishima with making out with his new girlfriend. You wonder which girl he would bring in this time.

"You do know there's a class reunion tomorrow, right?" Mina asks raising a brow. You subconsciously nod your head.

"Yeah...yeah! Mhm, I remember, can't wait so excited!" You trying not to panic.

"Okay...well I'll see you there! Bye!" She says and you two part your ways.

You wave and sigh to yourself.

Eijirou had gone to live with Sero and Kaminari. So you had the apartment to yourself. He was still in the process of moving out so you had some of his items.

As you went to get ready, a scarlet red card had been poking out of Kirishima's drawer.

"Nope," you say to yourself, "Not even going to touch it, that's so disrespectful to go through his things like why would you even—"

With no self control whatsoever, you rip the card from the drawer and open it. Your eyes shot up as you read it.

Our one year anniversary.

You think back to where you and Eijirou had your 1 year anniversary date. July 29th. He took you out to watch a beautiful sunset, he even took the time to grab blankets and food. After the sunset you two laid and watched the stars.

You feel a certain ache in your heart. Deciding to ignore it, you put the letter onto his drawer and crawl under the covers of your bed. A million thoughts running around.

The next morning

"You're going! And that's that!" Mina says struggling to pull you off of the bed.

"No! I see them all the time why do I need to see them today?!" You yell clutching onto the sides of your bed.

"They're your class! We learned how to be heroes with them! Now c'mon! Even Bakugo's gonna be there!" She shouts and with one last tug, manages to rip you off of your bed.

"Fine," you give up, "Only because I wanna see Bakugo," you huff. Mina yells in delight and goes to get you ready.

At the party (30 min in)

You made your rounds to everyone. Said hi to every single person in the room, except Kirishima. You gave him a polite smile but decided to not go any further.

Only half an hour in and you already want to leave. You grab Mina's arm and ask if you guys could go yet.

"We just got here! Let loose, grab some drinks, have some fun~" she days wiggling her eyebrows. Gross.

You roll your eyes and went to catch up with Momo.

(3 and a half hours in)

You finally got your chance to speak with Bakugo. He was a good friend, didn't push you away. That's actually how you got closer to Kirishima, and eventually how you guys started dating. Through all of it Bakugo had been there to support your guys relationship.

As the night went by you can't help but miss your UA days. Everything was so simple back then. You feel tears sting your eyes but you quickly blink them away, not wanting to seem vulnerable.

You feel that same ache in your chest again.

"Heyo, Y/n! C'mere for a sec," a voice called out. You turn to see Denki standing along with Eijirou and Hanta. You raise a brow and gulp but walked towards them.

"Yeah?" You ask. Denki's eyes shift over to Kirishima's and he awkwardly coughs.

"I'll be right back," Eijirou says and walks away. You raise a brow at Denki.

"Uh," he laughs nervously, "One second, hey Kirishima! What the fuck?" He yells and runs after him. You eye Sero suspiciously but all he does is shrug.

"He still loves you, ya know," he says casually. Your breath hitches but you force yourself to stay calm.

"Does he actually?" your voice was quiet. Almost inaudible, but thank god Hanta's a good listener.

"Yep, just because he's with all these girls doesn't mean he's not over you, maybe that's just his coping method," Sero shrugs as you and him watch Denki and Eijirou yelling at each other.

With your last bit of hope you whisper something to yourself.

"Maybe," and with that you hunt down Kirishima.

"This way, nobody'll hear us and I feel like we should talk in private," you mumble leading Eijirou around. You suddenly stop and drop to the ground, signalling him to come sit with you. He sighs, but follows.

"Let's talk," you say shortly.

"What do we have to talk about? I mean I've moved on, you've moved on—"

"How do you know that?" You interrupt. That shuts him up.

Running a hand through your hair you sigh loudly. You open your mouth to say something but Kirishima beats you to it.

"Look, I won't lie to you, I'm not happy, and by the looks of it you're not either," he says. You don't let him finish.

"You're not happy? But you're with all these girls and—"

"Because I didn't know how to get over you!" He yells. Your eyes widened a bit and you fall silent. Kirishima breaths.

"You're...am amazing person Y/n, incredible, you treated me so well and were there with me when I wasn't at my peak," he confesses. You nod for him to keep going.

"And you were so special to me, and when we broke it off, that hurt, a lot actually, I didn't think anyone could have that effect on me," he says smiling slightly.

"But I'm here, to ask you, if we could get back together?"

That was the question you had feared all this time. Simply because you weren't sure, you loved Kiri, you had spent so much time together and really have gotten to know each other. But on the other hand...maybe you were better off just as friends.

"Kiri I...I love you and you're so special and dear to me but, I feel like we should stay as friends," you mumbled just loud enough for him to hear. Your eyes immediately darted down to avoid his gaze.

"Please, just one more chance, one more chance and if it doesn't go well...I'll let you go," he sighs. You were overwhelmed.

"Look, there'll be other girls for you to date and get to know maybe if—" but you were cut off.

"I don't want those other girls Y/n, I only care about you,"

You didn't know why, but something about that line sparked that burning anger in your chest.

"Then why did you date those other people," You growled glaring at him slightly.

"Wha— to get over you!" He says raising his voice.

"Do you know how hard it was to lay in bed every night not having the person you love beside you?!" He screams. This makes you angrier.

"And you think that didn't happen to me? You think I just got over this whole breakup in one night? You think I don’t love you and get jealous every time I see you with those girls?!" You screech. Your minds blurry, all you can think about is fury, and yet you continue.

"Why don't you just go and make out with 15 girls to get over me huh?!" You shout with tears in your eyes.

"I can't keep kissing other people and pretend it’s you!” He yells. Your heart stops.

Suddenly, you can think clear. You can see clearer as well. You start to think straight and look at the situation properly. The burning feeling of fury starts to melt away.

"Eijirou..." you start but soon realize you can't finish that sentence. You look at him and find out he's crying as well. He takes a breathes before he speaks.

"Y/n...I don't know what I'd do without you," he states.

"And I'm sorry if I was being pushy, I'm sorry for a lot of things but I won't list them all out," he says chuckling a bit. You smile softly.

"I'm sorry as well, I should've seen the situation from your perspective," you murmur. It was then to realize, that you really do love Eijirou Kirishima. He really was the one.

"And I get if you don't want to get back together, I just thought I'd try but before I go, I just wanted to let you know that...you deserve so much better, you're a truly amazing person and any guy would be so lucky to have you, I just wish I was the one," he says smiling sadly.

Although you can't see it since he was turning away, you just know he was tearing up again. That's just how he's is, he's big softie. A softie that you won't let go.

"I truly do love you and wish you the best of luck in life," he says before turning to walk away. You panic and force your legs to move.

"Eijirou wait!" You say grabbing his arm. He turns around with hope in his eyes, that same sparkle that you've always loved. You smile softly.

"I'm willing to try again," you say. He gasps cutely before chuckling and picking you up to spin you around. He leans in for a kiss before hesitating.

"Can I ?" He asks. You giggle. Truly a gentleman.

You don't answer, instead you crash your lips onto his.

Through all of the tears, mistakes and downfalls, you two always seem to make it work out in the end. You push past those thoughts and pull him closer, glad to have him back.

[ootori-sibs]

Kyoya's second shot

Chapter seven: Big brother to the rescue!

It's unlikely that two days are just perfect as each other, you cannot simply have the best day of your life, then have the same day tomorrow. And unfortunately common occurrence is for one day to be wonderful, simply the best, then the next day to be empty and hollow- even if nothing bad happens; the lack of the joy makes a normal day seem even worse. That was how Sunday went for Kyoya; he couldn't even talk to Tamaki over text, as he was spending the day with Haruhi.

He had woken up in Tamaki's bed, alone. Tamaki had already left to go and spend time with Haruhi, having left a note and some of Kyoya's favourite foods for breakfast. Kyoya had barely picked at it, not feeling all too hungry, but he didn't want to upset Tamaki, so he finished the food before leaving. The ride home was silent, Kyoya simply read through Arai's report of the day spent with Haruhi. Apparently they'd spent the day reading and sitting in the local park, nothing really romantic in the slightest- Kyoya had to wonder if Arai had even tried.

The moment he'd gotten home, he stumbled upstairs, completely ignoring his brother who was visiting for the day, he made a b-line for his bedroom, crawling under the covers and just hiding. He had lain like this for the entire summer holiday, so what was one day more? He wasn't being selfish, he was just tired, a whole day outside had taken a lot out of him. He barely glanced up to read the shadow council group chat, oh… they were calling him slurs again. Maybe he should just sleep.

But Eclair reminded him that he'd scheduled a meeting with the council today, so he took about an hour to compose himself enough to at least sit up, the many blankets still wrapped around his head and body- if they wanted to judge him he couldn't care less, he felt as if he could cry without the soft pressure from his blankets. His maids had brought him lunch, along with a note from his brother, asking if he wanted to talk or hang out… Kyoya sighed at that, Yuuichi was always trying to bond with him, it was strange; why would he want to spend time with Kyoya when he could spend that time working? If Kyoya had a job he'd do absolutely nothing else, how dare his brother spend so much time doing nothing at all yet still be the favourite.

Kyoya had turned his laptop on, setting up the meeting before inviting all his council, they did have work to do after all. "Good afternoon everyone."

Eclair was simply sat on a chaise lounge, drinking wine and smoking, clearly just showing off that she could do that kind of thing. Nekozawa was sat in a dark room, lit only by candles, he was missing both his wig and cloak, and sat there with his regal features- if he wasn't such a creepy guy, maybe Kyoya would be attracted to him. Akira was hunched over his desk, looking incredibly stressed to be in this call, good. Seika was laying on her bed, legs in the air like she was in an American movie about teens, it was uncanny. Chika was sitting in a quiet corner of a garden, there were a couple of baby ducks in the background, just chirping about. Arai, ever the lovely commoner, was simply in his kitchen, making his lunch as they spoke.

Kyoya sighed, adjusting his glasses, "first thing I have to address; Arai, how did yesterday go?"

The commoner boy barely glanced at him, busy making food, "well it was alright I suppose, I sent a message about it didn't I?"

"You did, but I'd like you to make a formal report for the rest of the council."

"Alright then," Arai nods, chopping some tomatoes, "we went to the park and read books together, I bought her a milkshake with ice-cream. She complained about school, I let her-" he clearly pause, putting the knife down for a moment, "she complained about you at one point actually."

Kyoya froze, Haruhi was complaining about him? What did he do? Did she know? If she was complaining to Arai, imagine what she could be saying to Tamaki at that very moment… Kyoya's hands were already shaking as he wrapped his blankets around himself even more, "what did she say?"

"Oh she just said some stuff about how you've been really pushy and snappy lately, also like- totally going through someone but kind of being a dick about it." Like all commoners, Arai spoke bluntly, but there was something in his tone, in the way he paused when he saw Kyoya's expression, his gaze softening… "hey, those aren't her exact words, just a bit of paraphrasing. Don't worry about it, she doesn't suspect a thing, also I mean; she's not wrong, you're clearly going through someone, and you're clearly lashing out- forgive me for getting too personal." He had smiled, before turning to continue making his lunch.

Kyoya didn't know how to respond to that, how dare that commoner see straight through him- but he wasn't cruel about it… like anyone else in existence would be, Kyoya felt himself bristle nonetheless, his pride forbidding him from accepting any care. "Oh look, the basket case is about to start crying and we've barely started the meeting." Ayanokoji had made a cruel comment, one that people laughed at, Arai was ignoring the meeting now, clearly he was only going to speak when asked to. Kyoya's fists clenched, he felt like he was about to put a hole through his laptop… he'd done that before, he remembered his father's reaction, he'd been grounded for two weeks after that. He hated to imagine what would happen the second time. So he took a deep breath, glaring down the camera.

"I'm sorry, Ayanokoji, why don't you tell us any new ideas you've had?" His tone was clear; she'd already been reprimanded for the graffiti, so any inappropriate idea would be criticised heavily- especially by a shadow king in a foul mood. Her eyes had gone wide, and she lay flat, glancing about a little nervously.

"Oh, well…" it was clear she hadn't thought of a single thing, "well I was thinking… oh! Maybe I could drug her coffee? Or ruin her work for classes? Or spread a nasty rumour..?" Kyoya thought about these options, letting the other council members speak first however, as he already knew his opinion.

Chika was the first to speak, "you're gonna poison the crossdresser??" His words got the attention of the other people in the call who weren't paying attention, such as Arai and Eclair; one of whom seemed a lot less onboard than the other.

Kyoya shook his head, "we will not be drugging her, as easy as it would be for me to get my hands on a harmless dose of something, we are better than that- we are smarter than that. Your other two ideas however, are fine. However; only ruin her schoolwork once, as we don't want to get her expelled."

"I thought we were trying to ruin her life?" Akira spoke up, why was he even still allowed to speak? Kyoya respected the commoner more than he could ever respect this newsboy.

So he rolls his eyes, adjusting how he's sat, "don't be foolish, we're just trying to drive her away from Tamaki, I harbour no real ill will towards the commoner- she is simply in the way. Now," he looks down at where Akira was on the screen, before his eyes filter back up to the webcam, staring straight into the lense, "I suggest you bite your tongue, Komatsuzawa, you're on thin ice here as it is." It seemed to work, the boy glanced away from the screen, biting his thumb and going silent.

Seika laughed, "god, what a baby. Sucking his thumb cause he got told off, how absolutely pathetic." Her words clearly annoyed Akira, but he was notably silent and the call was quiet for a second until Tonnerre spoke up.

"Ootori isn't much better," she addressed Seika, ignoring the other folks in the call as she lifted a glass of red to her lips, "he's all bundled in blankets like a baby, you can see his lunch behind him; there's even milk." She doesn't laugh, she doesn't even smile, but there's an airy huff that tells Kyoya she finds herself quite amusing, Seika's chuckling doesn't make it feel any better.

But she's not the only one laughing, Chika, the little brat, seems to find this oh so funny. "He's more of a baby then some of the people in my class! No wonder my brother hangs out with him!" Such childish laughter, and yet Kyoya feels more obliged to defend Honey with that insult then to defend himself… though he knew how it felt to be a younger brother, he found himself unable to sympathise with Chika at all in this regard.

He just stayed silent, not wanting to speak and incriminate himself for anything, he knew he could move his blankets but he felt if he did so he might just cry. So he stayed completely still, staring at the screen. Luckily the sound of cruel laughter was silenced by Nekozawa speaking up, "Ootori-san may have some clear issues, but it's not as if he embarrassed himself to the degree you did Ayanokoji-chan," he was smiling at her, expression and words completely harmless, though of course dear Seika took great offence, gasping at the very idea of her being worse than Kyoya.

The meeting delved into insults and jokes, slurs being thrown around as if it were middleschool again… Kyoya just sat there, hands shaking, as he watched Arai's screen. Arai wasn't partaking in the jokes of the rest of the council, he had finished making his lunch and had just sat down to eat it, watching the show with concern. Kyoya watched him take out his phone, typing something slowly, then… oh, Kyoya's own phone had pinged. He picked it up from his bedside table, reading the text.

Peasant: hey, are you doing ok?

you can talk to me if you want

I'm always willing to listen if you need it

even if we aren't friends

Kyoya had saved them all on his phone with the same nicknames they had in the group chat, with Nekozawa as an exception obviously. So he instantly realised that the text he'd just saw Arai type was this one he was reading now… or four texts he supposed, one after the other. He was caught off guard by them, the idea of someone he's barely spoken to, caring about him, seeking him out to make sure he's alright, offering to be a willing ear, using a gentle tone with him… it was all entirely new to Kyoya- and he didn't trust it one bit.

Kyoya Ootori: Don't take me for a fool, there is no viable reason for me to trust you.

He watched Arai receive the text, and noticed how he sighed lightly- Kyoya was right! Arai had been planning to dig into Kyoya's secrets! And pry at his weaknesses! Kyoya had won, he had been so smart to not open up to the common boy! He had to congratulate himself on that at least, he had one talent, if nothing else. He sighed slightly at that, realising his conclusion meant that no one on the council was even genuinely nice. So he sat there, eyes just focusing on whoever was speaking at the time, whoever was calling him a slur at any given moment… oh, his door had opened.

He glanced over to the entrance to his room, noticing Yuuichi standing there, looking entirely concerned. His brother glanced at his laptop, his frown deepening, "who just called you that?" Uh oh.

Everyone in the meeting had heard it, and most knew Yuuichi by his voice, and knew to be afraid- even the few that didn't, had enough sense to stay silent. Yuuichi walked over, taking the laptop from Kyoya's bed, looking at the screen. Kyoya silently watched in horror as his brother slowly looked at the members of his council, recognising them one by one- he looked extremely surprised to see… Eclair, Kyoya had to assume. Then Yuuichi's eyes landed on Arai, and he spoke his first words since entering the room, "what the… is that a commoner?" Kyoya nodded when Yuuichi glanced at him, staying completely silent as he processed this fact.

"What kind of strange gathering is happening here?" Yuuichi didn't seem to understand what was going on in the slightest, Kyoya was glad of that. But as Yuuichi sat down on the bed next to Kyoya, the laptop on his lap, the council began to speak.

Eclair spoke first, with a polite but clearly forced chuckle, "bonjour monsieur Ootori, I don't believe we've spoken properly yet?"

"Please," Yuuichi's smile was also faked, "call me Yuuichi."

She nodded, "Yuuichi, I don't believe you need to worry about this little meeting, your baby brother is awfully good at arranging things isn't he?" God, she was hiding her insults in complements now, as if Kyoya couldn't hate this woman anymore then she already did.

Yuuichi's face lit up at that, pulling Kyoya close to him, "oh you're right! He is so good at planning and organising, you should've seen the rigorous routines he used to map out when he was younger, he had a schedule for playtime!" He laughed, not realising how humiliating this would be for Kyoya, "he'll always be my sweet little baby brother, even if he's grown up a lot since then."

Chika let out a snort at that, causing Yuuichi to frown again, "why is there a toddler in this call?" It was incredibly rewarding to watch Chika splutter and explain that he's a middle schooler, as if Yuuichi wasn't fully aware exactly who he was. But the boy's laughter had reminded Yuuichi of what he'd heard, "so, which one of you did I hear call my brother a slur?" There was complete silence on the other end of the line.

Kyoya looked up at Yuuichi, frowning, he gently pinched his brother's arm, not wanting to draw attention to himself but also really wanting Yuuichi to stop it. Yuuichi glanced at him the moment he felt the pinch, smiling softly, he let Kyoya take the laptop from him, though frowned at that. "Alright everyone," Kyoya made sure to keep his voice level, smiling politely to the council, "I apologize for the interruption and I'm afraid we'll have to cut our meeting a little short, please ruminate on what we've discussed today and I hope to speak with you again soon, that will be all," and without letting anyone else get a word in edgeways, he ended the call, slamming his laptop shut and headbutting his brother in the chest fairly hard, just resting their for a moment.

"Kyoya…" Yuuichi had uttered softly, placing a gentle hand on Kyoya's head, playing with his hair, "why did you do that? You know I'd have stood up for you."

"Humiliate me is what you did." Kyoya's words were spat out, quite aggressively, but Kyoya only got so aggressive when he was close to tears, and Yuuichi knew this, and Kyoya knew that he knew, "you always fucking show me up, I don't need you to come to my rescue…"

These words must hurt his brother deeply, Kyoya knew that, but frankly, he didn't care, not right now at least. He had his own feelings, ones that were hurt a hell of a lot more than his silly little words could ever harm his brother, tears filled his eyes, already dangerously close to spilling over. Yuuichi didn't respond, at least not verbally- he gently picked Kyoya up, still swaddled in all those blankets, and he cradled him on his knee, just like he did when Kyoya was a baby…

Kyoya hated to admit it, but this did genuinely make him feel better- he felt so, so stupid for it, but being held by his older brother like that was actually so comforting, and Kyoya wasn't exactly sure why. Yuuichi gently shushed him, even though Kyoya hadn't made any noise, and just began to rock him gently. It wasn't as effective as when Kyoya was tiny, but it was still oddly comforting… like laying on a pool floaty and taking a nap.

After a while, Yuuichi gently put Kyoya down, frowning slightly, "can you tell me why you were talking with those people? I know you've been more social in highschool, but you actively hate some of those people."

Kyoya had sighed, really not wanting to have to admit to anything, so he attempted to lie his way through it. "Well I… it's a mutually beneficial alliance, personal opinions aren't a part of the equation. You of all people should know not to involve emotions in business."

"Kyoya, you're seventeen, you don't have any business to attend to," Yuuichi sighed, before reaching out and ruffling Kyoya's hair, "you should be paying attention to your feelings, you're at the age where you need to be fighting for your happiness." He smiled a little, that friendly, overly soft smile, that Kyoya knew meant he was about to get nosey, "I heard you had a day out yesterday, did you have fun?"

Now, Kyoya usually hated it when his siblings tried to pry into his private life, but Yuuichi was giving him a chance to talk about the wonderful day he'd had yesterday, and Kyoya couldn't help but to smile. "Well myself and Tamaki went to a little commoner-ran store to order custom food platter, because Tamaki wanted to do a theme based on commoner foods, and then-"

"Do you enjoy regular food then?"

"Huh?" Kyoya paused, looking up at Yuuichi in confusion, "what do you mean? We aren't talking about regular food, we're talking about commoner food?"

His brother had laughed at him, and Kyoya didn't quite understand why, "come on Kyoya, you're smarter than that- think about it for like, two seconds." But Kyoya still didn't understand, why would regular food be- oh.

"Oh. Oh dear, it seems I spend too much time around the others." He glances down in shame, having just embarrassed himself in front of his brother like that, he was just glad it was Yuuichi and not Akito- Akito would have just laughed.

Yuuichi, however, only chuckled a little, pulling Kyoya in and ruffling his hair even further, "Nothing wrong with having friends, even if you do pick up strange habits from them. Either way, do you like regular food then?"

Kyoya just hesitantly nodded, remembering yesterday's lunch, and that one time Haruhi bought him a burger. He wasn't sure why Yuuichi had asked him that, what use could that information be to him? His brother had smiled at him, clearly liking that reacting, then he glanced down at the untouched tray of food.

"How about we go grab some fast food for dinner? You don't seem too keen on lunch so we'll go early, how about five?" Kyoya was caught off guard by this- Yuuichi actively wanted to spend time with him? He hadn't just written the note to be nice? He was silent, just staring up at Yuuichi in silence. "What'd you say, Kyo? Wanna hang out with your big bro?"

Kyoya just quietly nodded, not smiling or even speaking, he was just- he didn't even know why Yuuichi wanted to hang out with him, didn't his brother have more important things to do? It seemed that Yuuichi had noticed his confusion, putting a gentle hand on Kyoya's shoulder.

"Kyoya, you're my baby brother and you're clearly going through something right now… Fiyumi told me there are fresh scars, please understand that I care about you, people care about you."

Oh. He'd been told about the scars, of course he had, why else would he be here? Kyoya had genuinely felt hope, that- for just a second, he thought his big brother actually wanted to hang out with him… he felt even worse then he had before. He hated being pitied, more than anything. But he couldn't tell Yuuichi how he felt, he knew his brother would never admit the pity. So he just smiled, nodding, making sure to appear to be the innocent child he knew his brother saw him as. Yuuichi seemed satisfied by this, smiling back and ruffling Kyoya's hair one last time before leaving the room, leaving Kyoya in an uncomfortable silence.

His phone was buzzing, he didn't need to check it to know it was the council, likely mocking him further. He just grabbed his blankets, wrapping them around himself again and flopping down on the bed, face in his pillow for a moment before he sighed and rested the side of his head on the pillow, looking over across the room and out the window. Kyoya hated the silence, he used silence to study, he used silence to cry, he only sat in silence when he was in pain- so he hated it. So he reached over to his phone, planning to just put some quiet music on- but he saw the notification sitting on his lockscreen, and he froze.

Woman: Yes of course, and he needs to hide behind his family all the time, he's barely a person without his name.

They were still talking about him, it hurt more that they were right; he did hide behind his surname too much, but it was all he had. He thought about how Fiyumi had helped him yesterday, how, even today, Yuuichi had come to his defence even without being asked, and had proceeded to promise to spend time with him… even Akito had been calling and texting him lately. It all felt so wrong, it was like he was a toddler again, he felt so babies, so protected. Eclair was right, he didn't exist without them right behind him- he certainly wouldn't be alive… if Fiyumi hadn't helped him with all those scars, even finding him after the first time it happened… he assumed he'd have gotten much worse, much sooner.

When he spent time with his siblings, it often made the bad thought disappear- so was that all he was without them? Was that who Kyoya was? Just an unstable bundle of bad thoughts? His fingers found his scars again, and he slowly traced over them, not daring to look… he was going to spend time with Yuuichi soon, he couldn't do that… but he wanted to, oh he was so tempted. He opened up the group chat, he could hurt himself in easier, less evident ways.

Child: He's a fucking wierdo, all those idiots my brother hangs out with are.

Woman#2: It's like, the only reason anyone even listens to, or pretends to care about him is because of who his father is.

Woman: Oh you don't know the half of it, he literally shows off his father's police force at any chance he gets.

He thinks being powerful is a personality trait.

Woman#2: I don't even know why they let him stay in the club, he doesn't even do any actual hosting.

Sorcerer: It's because Souh-san can't do maths.

Child: Lmao the guy he loves is using him, fucking ironic

Peasant: i think its sad…

Woman: Sad? It's fucking pathetic is what it is.

Kyoya promptly closed the group chat, feeling tears biting his eyes. He really, truly, desperately wanted to text Tamaki- to just ask if that was true. He knew it wasn't, he knew it, made no sense for it to be true… but that didn't stop it from hurting. His phone buzzed again, and Kyoya reacted with rage, tossing the thing across his bedroom, and curling up into a ball. Sure, he hated himself, and reason didn't really come into the equation at this point- but logic was Kyoya's best… and only quality, so he had to reason that bothering Tamaki, or anyone for that matter, would only serve to make himself look stupid, or crazy, or something to that degree.

He was still sitting in silence, and he didn't really want to get up in order to grab his phone. He wished he had one of those smart home things like the twins had, but his father considered them spyware- even if the house was already covered in cameras and microphones. Kyoya just lay there, maybe it wouldn't be silent if he was crying, but he couldn't cry… at least not like normal people. He was always silent in his sadness, tears running down his cheeks, he hated crying… it just reminded him how he wasn't normal, how he was broken- unemotional. He used to be proud of his silence when he was younger, he wasn't loud nor a bother like other children, he didn't scream or throw tantrums, he just sat quietly, getting on with his studies.

He had trained himself to be silent, thinking he'd be loved more, if he was quieter, more productive. Now that was all he was worth, it seemed he'd dug his own grave… he wasn't sure if he wanted to lay in it- death sounded wonderful, but he was terrified of leaving the people he cares about. He just lay there, he lay there… he stayed there for hours, just quietly crying- but then he got too tired to cry, and he felt quite thirsty, but he didn't want to move, so he lay there uncomfortably, staring into the middle distance.

[creativeskullcreations]

Outside chapter 9: Accidents Happen but This Wasn't and Accident

Ugh, this is later than I thought it'd be. I kept getting distracted with stuff, work's been hard, and mine and my sister's birthday is tomorrow so I've been trying to prepare for that. Still, I managed to get it up on the right day, so that's gotta count for something, right?

Anyways, this a real important chapter, and it has a moral: Always go to the hospital if you've got weird surgery scars from insane voodoo puppets. Or they could get infected, you could get sepsis, or maybe she's taken your entire digestive tract.

She never put that back, by the way.

Scout sat through the whole rest of the movie, and then two more with the same characters. By the time she'd finished the last one, the rain and wind had stopped, but it was still dark. A look outside showed the streetlamps on, and nobody around. The road was really shiny though, and Scout watched for a while before turning back to the dark apartment.

"Okay." She thumped the side of her head, blinking as her flashlight turned on. "It's late, so let's go to bed now." She hopped down from the couch, then Jumped her way to the bedroom. From the doorway, she could see the blanket covered lump that was her Host. She made her way to the bed, then Jumped up on to it. With in moments she had wormed her way under the covers and pressed up against Stacy, ready to sleep herself.

Five minutes later she was crawling out, feeling far too hot. "Geez..." It was burning under the sheets, and also a little bit damp. It was almost worrying, and made Scout remember some of the more... unpleasant aspects of Hosts.

"Hey. Hey, Stacy. I think something happened." She pushed against the woman's cheek, but drew back at the wetness she felt. She also felt far too warm, and her breath was coming out in short gasps.

"Stacy, this isn't funny. It's time to wake up now." Ignoring the grossness, she pushed harder. "Something's wrong! Stacy? Stacy!" She pushed harder, but the Host didn't react. It wasn't even like when she'd pretended to sleep last night, there was nothing. She was completely nonreactive. It was just like when the Hosts back in the studio were used up.

"Oh no..." She fell back as the realization struck. "No no no NO! No! I'm not even doing anything! You shouldn't be like this! Wake up! Stacy!" She tried harder, beating her fabric fists against Stacy's face, but nothing worked. "Wake up! Please!"

Her eyes burned, and she looked around the room. "What do I do?!" What do I..." Her gaze fell on Stacy's phone, sitting on the side table. She lunged for it and swiped, only to be met with a request for a security code. "No!" She threw it onto the floor and, with one last glance at Stacy, Jumped her way to the living-room, where she'd left the phone she'd been given. Stacy had told her there was one other number on there, she just hoped it worked.

()()()

Will was supposed to be sleeping, but instead was staring down at the mess of circuitry in front of him. Off to the side was fully mangled and blackened body of an almost cat-like toy, it's head sitting upside down in his lap. It had attempted to move once, and he'd tazed it until had caught fire. He was currently poking around in the skull cavity, when his phone rang. Without looking at it he braced it between his shoulder and cheek.

"You've reached the phone of Will Carson. Unless you're the government or a scammer in which case you're having a bad trip and none of this is real." He spoke in a monotone, not even looking away from his work.

"Will!" The voice of that weird Puppet crackled through the line, and Will hung up immediately.

"Ew." He muttered, though he couldn't even put the phone down before it started ringing again. He answered quickly. "Whatever you want, I'm sure Stacy's more equipped to get it to you."

"Something's wrong with Stacy!" She spoke quickly, likely scared he'd hang up on her again. "Sh-she won't wake up, and she's hot and-and wet and she can''t breathe and she won't wake up-!"

Will felt his heart stop as she rambled on, unable to follow her words anymore.

"Will run! I found out what happened to Jerome! She's in here with me! Mom's-"

Will hung up the phone, dumping the head in his lap on the floor and grabbing his shoes as he dialed 911. He was just getting into his car as they picked up.

"Hello, 911. What is your emergency?" The female voice on the other end sounded so calm it was a stark contrast against his panic. He swallowed dryly, trying to quickly organize his thoughts.

"It's my girlfriend, Stacy. There's something wrong. She's in pain, and I think she's running a high fever." He struggled to keep calm as he drove the short distance to her apartment. "She just called me, talking about it, but I think she fainted. I tried calling her back but she wouldn't answer."

"Okay sir. Can you tell us where she your girlfriend lives?" He could hear her typing away at a keyboard as he rattled off the address. He parked the car as she finished. "Okay sir, an ambulance will be there very soon."

"Thank you so much!" He said as he got out of the car and started towards the door. "Tell them I'll meet them here, since I just got here myself."

"Will do sir." She told him, and he disconnected the call before running up the stairs. He fit his key into the lock and opened up the door, shutting it behind him but leaving it unlocked for the paramedics. When he didn't spot Stacy in the living room, he rushed into the bedroom. She was laying there, still covered up in bed, and he was quick to uncover her. He pressed a hand to her forehead, hissing in sympathy at the heat coming off her.

"What the fuck did you do Stace?" He whispered, subtly glancing around for the Puppet. He couldn't see her, but that didn't mean much. She was small enough she could be under the bed, or even in the bed with Stacy and he'd never know it. Still, he didn't like not knowing, but before he could search for her, he heard knocking and rushed to let the paramedics into the apartment.

As he waited in the living room while they loaded his girlfriend onto the stretcher, he caught sight of movement in the corner of his eye. He whipped his head around in time to see Scout duck underneath the couch, and almost sighed in relief. He'd thought (half-hoped, if he would be honest) that he wouldn't be able to find her. But, as he followed the paramedics out of the apartment, he made a split second decision to lock the door behind him. It might not be soon, but he would be back eventually, and he wanted that Puppet there when he did.

()()()

Hours later, so many Will wasn't sure how long he'd been surrounded by the clean halls of the hospital, and Stacy was finally in a stable condition. She was still unconscious, but now it was more from the anesthetic than from almost dying due to infected surgery scars.

Because she had those.

A lot of them.

All over her body.

It had taken a long time for them to go into each one, clean out the infection, and then stitch her back up. Thankfully, there wasn't any damage beyond the infection, but the surgeon said it looked like someone had performed exploratory surgery on her. Badly, by the looks of things. Or at least, the doctor hadn't cared if she'd lived or died afterwards.

Will was going to murder that Puppet.

But for now he was in his own house, changing his clothes and getting ready to go hunt down said Puppet. One of those grabby things to get items off of high shelves, a large animal carrier, the long range tazer, and thick gloves. All of those went in to the back of his small car before he made his way back to Stacy's apartment.

As he reentered the apartment, he took note of how silent it was. The lights were still on from when the paramedics had been there, and nothing had moved from where it had been earlier. The only reason he had for knowing that thing was still in the building was the fact she was too short to open the door. And the one window in the room was still closed, that was a pretty big sign, too.

He searched the main room first, checking in the cupboards and under the couch. He found nothing except a couple of Stacy's smaller stuffed animals under the couch, which he found weird as usually his girlfriend was more careful with her stuff. He dug them out and put them back on the shelf, where they belonged.

Unable to find the Puppet there, he went into the bedroom, closing the door behind him with a quiet click. It was almost as quiet as the main room, with a quiet, muffled sound coming from somewhere nearby.

'Gotcha!' He peered around the room, making sure she wasn't somewhere obvious and in sight. Unable to see her, it left only under the bed, so he crouched down to look.

To his luck, she hadn't noticed him yet. Her face was buried in her arms, with her small body shaking. The sounds, he realized, were sobs. He sat back up, massaging his forehead.

'Dear God, don't let me feel pity for this thing. This is all her fault...' He sat there for a moment, listening to the quiet sobbing. He sighed. 'Fine...'

He crawled partway under the bed, keeping his distance. When she didn't react, he cleared his throat, making all sounds from her cease. Slowly, she looked up at him, and he caught the sight of her eye lids tilted the opposite way before she glared at him.

"What do you want?" She spat out, though her voice lacked the bite she wanted. Instead it sounded tired and strained, and Will figured she'd probably been crying for a long time.

"I came to check up on you." He lied smoothly. "And to, uh, give you an update on how Stacy's doing." The Puppet looked away, glaring at the wall the bed was against. "She's still alive, but has to stay in the hospital for a while." Nothing. Will licked his lips, throat feeling dry. "Did you know about all those extra scars?"

She cringed away, curling up tighter than she had been before. For a moment he thought she wouldn't answer, but her glare softened, even if she wouldn't look at him again.

"Riley did it. She likes taking Hosts apart and putting them back together weird. Sometimes she just likes looking at them, though. She only looked at Stacy, but I know she took out a Host's entire digestion tract once." She told him quietly, and Will felt the blood drain from his face.

"Uh..." He swallowed thickly, mouth dryer than ever. "Stacy still has all of her organs, at least." 'What else can I say to that? Think, Will!' "Want to come stay with me until she's better?" 'Why did you say that?! Oh my god!'

For one, hopeful moment it looked like she was going to say no. But then she forced herself up right and turned to face him. "Fine." She ground out, making her way towards him.

'Fuck! Shit! Nooooooooo!' He crawled back out from the bed, waiting for her. 'Why did I even ask that?! Now I'm stuck with her for god knows how long!' He watched her crawl out from under the bed, then stood up, grabbing his taser.

"I have to do a couple of things before we go, so hang tight a minute." He told her, then made his way back to his car, where he dumped his hunting gear in the trunk and grabbed a duffel bag instead. He went back inside and to her bedroom, where he started packing some of her clothes into it. He then put the Switch and charger inside, and grabbed the backpack she always had, making sure her wallet was inside. He'd already taken her phone to the hospital, so at least he didn't need to worry about that.

That all collected and carried to his car, he returned to pick up Scout. He found her sitting on the couch, a small Kirby plush in her lap. She didn't look up when he entered the apartment, instead just slowly petting the toy.

"Uh..." Will cleared his throat and she looked up at him. "You ready to go?"

"Sure." She "stood" up and he, after a short hesitance, scooped her up. He carried her out to the car, making sure to lock the apartment behind them, and dumped her in the back seat with Stacy's stuff. He climbed into the front seat, and took a moment to stare out the windshield.

'I can't believe I'm doing this. I don't want that thing in my house!' He glanced back at Scout, noting she had unzipped the duffel and was trying to climb inside. He sighed, turning back around and starting the car. 'At least she knows how to stay hidden. Stacy would kill me if I let anything happen to her.'

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Higher Maintenance | jjk

Maintenance Spin-off 

Hybrid reader x Jungkook

➻ smut, degradation , slight hybrid hate, equality issues discussed, jealousy, angst, sex, praise, 

➻ Rating; M

➻ Words; 6015

II. The snake,bunny & man 

Your heart sank. You felt like you had no right to stand on the ground in front of her. "I-I'm Jungkook's hybrid..."

She narrowed her eyes and raised her brows. Jungkook was completely gone in her arms. His consciousness drowned in alcohol. "Jungkook doesn't own a hybrid, you're an intruder."

"I-Intruder?? H-He just got me today?"

She scoffed. "We will have to ask him when he wakes up." She lays him down on the couch. "Just to make sure you aren't an intruder..." She scans the room suspiciously as if you were going to rob Jungkook. "You should wait outside until he wakes." She gives a cheeky ill-willed smile.

"Outside?! But it's the middle of the night!"

"Exactly the perfect time for some strange hybrid to rob Jungkook. Out." She growls

You looked down at your skirt and tank, quickly grabbing your blanket from the hybrid center and your flats you walked out the door. Not knowing where to go or what to do with yourself at this time of night you walked to the front of Jungkook's property. Turning your head back to see Evelyn staring deadpan at you. The ears atop your head flattened. Anger filling your being as you found a spot on the curb of Jungkook's driveway to sit.

You didn't know how long you had to sit there. If you'd be able to sleep. If something were going to happen to you. Your heart and mind were racing. A pair of footsteps approach you, your heart drops. Goosebumps dotting your skin. A hooded figure approaching you. A shaky breath escaping you. "Y/n?"

A familiar voice gracing your ears. Eyes squinting to get a look at the face under the hood.

"Y-Yoongi?"

"What are you doing out here at this time of night?! And in that?! Do you know what could happen to you!?" He growls as he views how you are dressed. You were too overwhelmed. Tears trailing down your face. Too many questions needed to be asked. So many emotions and anxiety ran through your body you couldn't help but reach toward the leg of Yoongi's sweatpants. "T-Take me to your h-home...please." You croaked.

Yoongi's reptilian eyes slits and he held his breath. Anger running through his being as he looked at the address of Jungkook's condo. Mentally imprinting it in his brain. Yoongi's cool arms picking you up from your thighs. Your arms wrapping around his neck. Your face in the crook of his neck as your tears warmed his skin. No one dares to hurt his bunny. No one.

Yoongi gritted his teeth as he gently carried you a few doors to the condo of his new owner. Entering he set you down on the sofa, his new owner asleep. He hopes Taehyung wouldn't mind. "Do you want to stay on the sofa or with me y/n?" He gently whispered. His lips grazing your cheek as you continued to softly cry.

"Don't leave me!" You wailed. Your hands clutching his sweater with a death grip. "I wouldn't dare..." He hums as he lifts you carrying you to his room. An excitement brewing in his stomach when he realized you lived just down the block. He would get to see you... he felt so much relief. Settings your shaky form on his bed, he thumbed your cheek. "What happened back there? Where is your owner? Did he kick you out?"

"N-No he's lovely... it's just he went out with a friend apparently he got drunk silly and when they returned home Jungkook must've not told her about me because she treated me like an intruder and kicked me out til he wakes up..." You wailed, more tears escaping your doe eyes.

Yoongi let out a hiss. "Spend the night here and I will take you back over their tomorrow morning. You need to resttt." His reptilian hiss making itself hang in the air with his lingering sentence. You gave a nod. Missing his company.

"You got adopted?"

"Yes, by a man named Taehyung. He's a super nice man ... I was surprised he wanted a hybrid like me."

"Anyone would want a hybrid like you though." You commented as you cuddled into Yoongi. A small flush dusted his cheeks. "Oh hush." He hums as he pulls you under his chin. His bun. Lord knows how many times he wished you were a snake like him. I-If only... he closed his eyes. Both of your chests slowing as sleep overcame the two of you.

Hours into the night Yoongi gave a short hiss as he felt the curve of your ass against him. Your soft snores were precious. Too precious for him to disturb them with the two hungry members he hid in his sweatpants. Trying his hardest to sleep away without your keen ears detecting him he crept to the nearest bathroom. His knuckles white as he turns the knob to the sink on. Water running as he sheds his sweatpants. Fangs protruding from his lips as he bites down on his tongue.

The metallic taste in his mouth the least of his worries as both his hands are occupied with his two angry cocks. Two angry mushroom tips leaking glossy precum. Veins running along each shaft as he fucks into his hand. He wished he could have you. So badly. His lust for you was something taboo, something he shouldn't pursue. The way he imagined stuffing his two cocks into your tight pussy. The way wishes he could have one cock suffocate in your breasts while the other travels down your throat. How he wished he could fill you up with his eggs so they could incubate in your womb.

He threw his head back as he fucked his hands harder. His eyes slits. The patches of scales on his skin glowing in the bright bathroom light. He shakes slightly as both cocks spit out heavy pearlescent ropes. His chest heaves. "F-Fuck I wish." He hisses as he sinks his head into his knees. Both his cocks creeping back into his sweatpants. His self-control and guilt plaguing him. You needed emotional support right now. He hated how at a time like this his cocks got the better of him.

Soaking a washcloth in soapy water he cleaned up his mess. Tossing the washcloth in the laundry he crawled back to your side. His neck tucking itself on your shoulder. Your gentle snores lulling him to sleep.

As the sun peaks in the sky so does its rays through the curtains. The warmest of which rest on your face. The warmth burning through your eyelids and waking you from your slumber. Your body partially warmed by its rays while the other half f your body is cooled by the reptilian male at your side. HIs scent thoroughly making you reek of him. His snores quiet as they downed themselves in the pillows.

You gave his nose a light flick. "Yoongi wake up." You hummed. Eyes itchy from last nights tears. "You have to take me home."

Yoongi let out a small groan as he nodded his head. "Let me wash my face real quick."

"Alright." You gave a nod. Gathering your blankets and shoes. Your stomach felt like it had glass in it as you felt sick. You couldn't tell if it was from hunger or anxiety. You forced yourself to believe it was from hunger. Yoongi exited from the restroom as he slipped on his slides.

"Do you think whatshisface cared you were gone all night?" He snarkily asked.

You ignored the question, your hands tugging on Yoongi's sweater sleeve as the two of you walked down the street together. There was Jungkook in his driveway, his face worried and hsi eyes livid as he shouted at Evelyn.

"What the hell?! Where did you send her?!!" He growled as he glared daggers across the driveway to Evelyn.

"I told her to wait on the porch! Who knows where she went!" She sheepishly replied. Her excuses bullshit to his ears.

"Who gave you the right to do that?!" He hissed before noticing you standing in his driveway. He quickly abandoned the argument, his hands cupping your cheek. "Where did you go? Are you okay?" His eyes filled with worry. She let out a hiss as she got in her ride and drove off.

"I-I was with Yoongi!" You cried. Your face nuzzling into his warm hands. You knew he wasn't at fault, he got wasted but he didn't put you out.

"Yoongi?" He hummed. Looking at the black-haired snake man.

"That's me." He growled. "Thank whatever god is in the sky that I was there. If I wasn't she'd be ..." He bit his lip. "Why the hell are you so irresponsible? Do you know what she means to m-... Do you know what happens to bunnies like her on the streets?!"

Jungkook narrowed his eyes. "Thank you for taking care of her Yoongi but you are not who I need to answer to." He turns his head to you. "Come inside deary. We can talk and fix this."

Yoongi gave a hiss and just wished he could spit his venom at Jungkook. He knew his venom could only kill rats and other small animals but at least he could get people sick and constipated. He really wanted Jungkook to have the worst problems shitting like the shithead he is for letting that happen to you. He reframed though. He knew how much you liked this human. He couldn't see it but you did and that's all that mattered he guessed.

Giving Yoongi a quick hug and peck on the cheek you followed Jungkook into his villa. You could feel the reptilian slits follow your body until you disappeared into the cozy villa Jungkook called home.

"I am so sorry about Evelyn, she is just a friend of mine and I never expected her to act like such a bitch. Maybe it was the alcohol but I am so upset and sorry she did that to you." He kissed your cheek and gently rubbed our ears. His forehead on yours and his eyes bore into you as they showed his earnestness.

"I-It was scary I'll admit. I was scared and I was so glad it was Yoongi the one who found me. I know it's not your fault and all of it is hers." You looked into his eyes. Your cheeks rosy as this was the closest you had ever been to him. "Why did you drink so much?"

He blushes slightly. "I just had a lot on mind. Not the best of my habits. Now that this happened and I have you to care for I need to fix that part of myself."

You nodded feeling so warm in his arms. "What are you going to do about Evelyn?"

He bit his lip. "I'm not sure she's a valuable aspect of our agency. I'd hate to replace her but if she keeps this up I might just have to. I don't know what to do about her replacement though.."

You nodded and nuzzled into him. "Can I visit your agency with you?"

"Would you like to? I'm sure we could stop by today. After we eat something." You gave an eager nod. You shined so brightly one wouldn't think you had been crying last night and this morning.

"Pancakes?" He asked as he pulled a box out of the cupboard.

"Yes please!"

He chuckled and started to make the pancake batter. You sat at the table once again immersing your gaze into his back. His back so muscular it showed even through his loose tees. He hummed a soft tune as the mixed the pancakes. His humming so gentle, the complete opposite of his thoughts. Who was Yoongi to you? What does Yoongi know about you? Why did it bother him so that Yoongi was with you last night? Did you sleep with him? Did he touch you as Hoseok did? Why does the thought make him angry? Is this jealousy? He flipped the pancake. Whatever feeling he didn't like it.

Topping them off with strawberries and whipped cream he sat the plate down before you. "Eat up deary."

You grabbed your fork and dug in. Simply loving the way the pancakes melt in your mouth. Jungkook's cooking was superb one of the many things you loved about him. Finishing the plate he sat in front of you, "I should get dressed huh?"

He chuckled, "Unless you want to go in that skirt and tank top." He eyes the revealing clothes you were in. He hated how Hoseok and Yoongi had both gotten to see that part of you. "I wouldn't want people to see you like that so yes please get changed." He flashed you a tender smile but you felt such a faint demanding presence from it you couldn't help but quiver at his command.

"Y-Yes, sir." You squeaked completely unaware of how lewd you sounded. Your natural instincts to cower clawing at you as you got up from your seat and made your way to your room. Jungkook's eyes widening as you did.

You called him sir. And he liked it. He liked it too much, way too much. His pants feeling a bit tight as he tried to swallow the pill you had just thrown at him. His cheeks flushed and he could feel his inner dom clawing at him.

Your sense of fashion wasn't very honed. Luckily everything Jungkook has purchased for you went well together. Slipping on a beige oversized shirt it fit you much like a dress. With some beige thigh highs and strappy wedges, you brushed your hair put on the liptint the store clerk taught you how to use when Jungkook took you shopping.

Coming out from your room you were met with a suited Jungkook. Well, sort of suited he just had on striped dress pants and a loose button-up. You tried hard not to stare at his exposed sunkissed chest. "You ready to get going Deary?"

"Yes." You hummed.

Jungkook was slightly disappointed when a 'sir' didn't follow your answer. But he couldn't afford to be in domspace at the moment. Not if he wanted to get you to his building without laying any unwanted fingers on you. Grabbing his keys and phone he opened the door for you and then followed in pursuit when you exited. His thumb smashing the unlock button to his car you opened the passenger seat door and sat inside. He took his place in the driver's seat. His foot on the gas he sped off to his building. "You'll meet some of my models, today deary."

"I'm excited. To see what you do and how you work. I'm curious you seem to know more about me than I do you. So I can't wait." You hummed.

Jungkook's cheeks dusted a soft rose as he continued to drive. "I'm so glad to hear that. I hope all of them get along with you. I swear if they have any qualms with you being a hybrid I'll write them up. I won't have any more tolerance than I have with such behavior."

Your hands gripped the strap of the seatbelt that lay across your chest when you heard that. It warmed your heart, it made you feel all sorts of gooey on the inside. However, it also made you worry that Jungkook was going to have bad blood with his workers because of you. The car to a halt and when it did you realized you were outside of a beautifully tall grey sky scrapper.

"We're here Deary."

Your eyes ran up and down the building as you exited. "Woah, all of this is yours?"

'And yours one day." He grinned.

You didn't quite understand what he meant but you followed him regardless as he led you into the exclusive building. Upon entering you were met with the smell of expensive perfumes so much so you had to cover your sensitive nose. Jungkook took notice of this and lent you his black facemask.

"Forgot about the smell in here, I hope it isn't too strong for you to handle."

"It's just fine." You said slightly muffled.

"Mr. Jeon, why are you in here on your day off?" A pretty elegant lady walked up in her peplum shirt and pencil skirt.

'Showing my Dear the place where I work." He smiled. "Deary meet my assistant Hyerin."

"Hello young lady my name is Hyerin and I manage this place on the boss's days off. He never mentioned to me he had a hybrid." She commented pretty loosely.

You never pinned your ears back quicker as once again you were reminded of exactly what you were in their eyes. You knew not every human was as nice as Jungkook was. Hyerin quickly saw your posture and stiffened.

"I-I'm so sorry I didn't mean it like that. I have a hybrid too, a beautiful lovely angelfish hybrid. I just never expected Mr. Jeon to have one. He never talks about such things at work. He always about the business. So sorry didn't mean to offend. " She raised her hands in a defensive manner dropping your clipboard.

You dropped to you knees picking it up for her. "It's alright. An angelfish hybrid? I've never met such a hybrid."

"Would you like to meet him?" Her eyes lit up.

Jungkook's tongue swabbed the inside of his tongue as he heard this exchange. He was honestly quite wary of letting other male hybrids around you know. Of course, he knew Vernon wasn't really a threat he wanted you to himself a bit. He knew it was your choice.

"I would love too."

Jungkook let out a cough. "Let's keep heading to the studios and dressing rooms if you want to meet the models."

You gave a nod as you left the reception floor via elevator. "How many models do you Jungkook?"

"Around 50? It's pretty evenly split about 26 women to 25 men. We aren't that big of an agency but we are so established and exclusive it works for us."

You nodded. As the two of you exited on one of the upper levels. As soon as the elevator doors opened the floor was full of studio lights and staff pushing racks of clothing. The most beautiful of men and women sat in their respective chairs in robes. All of them acknowledging Jungkook's entry into the room. A few of them oogling you. One pair of eyes bore into you particularly heavily. Evelyns.

She had her robe loose around her form. Her figure clad in expensive linger as she turned her nose at you. "Jungkook you don't work today. "

"I know. I'm showing y/n around. I might bring her to work with me more often. Can't have her in the house all day." He gently patted your head while shooting her a heavy gaze.

She huffed. "Alright." She walked passed you. You wondered what she didn't like about you. You very much thought she was ethereal and wanted nothing more than to befriend you but she seemed very keen on not letting such things happened. You knew she kicked you out the house, you were pissed and you were going to get an apology from her some time but you feel like she also had a motive for her actions and you wanted to know why.

Jungkook let out a sigh. "She's so childish. Always has been and always will be at this rate."

You let his words sink in. There must be a history between them and you made a mental note to ask about it. You followed Jungkook as he introduced a few of the studio areas to you. You watched as models posed and advertised their respective designer brand. One model especially caught your eye.

He had such alluring eyes. His hair a striking blue and his gaze dark. He was on loose pants and an even looser top. Rosy cheeks and lips and hands that were the most beautiful for a male specimen. He finished his shoot and walked up to you. "You are just the sweetest thing."

Your ears pinned themselves back. "T-Thank you."

He hummed as he leaned in close. "I-I'm Taehyung, You can call me Tae if you'd like." He gave you a wink.

Taehyung.. you heard this name somewhere. Was it on some fancy commercial? You gave a nod and tried your hardest to avoid looking down his baggy shirt. What was under there was sure enough to send you into a rut and that was the last thing you needed now.

Jungkook gave another awkward cough as he casually wrapped his arm around Taehyung's shoulder successfully pulling him away from you. "How is your shoot going today Taehyung? The Gucci campaign going well?" His voice so passive-aggressive it even confused you.

Taehyung gave a chuckle seeming to understand Jungkook and his moods better than you did. "Relax Guk, I just think she's so damn pretty." He smirked.

Jungkook gritted his teeth and he tightened his grip. His innocent bunny reminiscent smile was somewhat deadly. "Stop talking Tae." He hummed.

"I just want to paint her. Will you let me?"

You looked up at him. "You paint?"

"Yes, I do you little cutie." He hummed and stole a kiss from your cheek. Jungkook's hand lodged in his hair by this point. You gave a giggle watching their exchange.

"I'd love to see you paint me."

The color left Jungkook's face. "Deary are you sure? You don't know what kind of painting this man does."

"I want to see." You replied.

Taehyung smirked. "I do nude paintings."

The color left your face aswell. You expected oil or watercolor or something. "I-I."

"You already said yes." He hummed. "You don't have to be completely nude. You can have a sheet or robe on if you'd like but I think you'd make such a beautiful painting. You can even have it when it's done if you'd like. Only after I post it and make some cards for it to add to my collections of work."

You looked at him and pondered on the idea. "Alright" You were willing to try something new. Jungkook looked a bit unreadable.

"Only if I can come too."

Taehyung shrugged, "Of course. Are you both free this Saturday?"

You gave a nod, you were always free. Jungkook took a bit longer to respond. "Yeah I can make time, I'll meet you at your place at 11 am if that sound good to you."

"Sounds like a plan." He smiled. "Nice meeting you sweetheart." He stole one more kiss from your cheek which earned him a shin kick from Jungkook.

Jungkook gave a huff, "Where are his manners?" He gave a tsk and showed you the in's and out's of the place he owned. By the end of it, you were beyond exhausted that when he offered to go home your ears shot up before your mind could even register the question.

"Does bunny need a nap?" He hummed, his hands running through your hair. Neither his voice or his hands did any good in keeping you awake. The walk back to his car and the ride home was all a blur as the most you could remember was a handsome face tucking you to sleep.

❦❦❦

The Saturday of the meeting to Taehyung's crept up on you faster than you expected. As it did, so did the insecurities you had about the whole ordeal. Where you good enough to pose semi-nude for a portrait? How does doing this make you seem to others? A slip dress and booties on Jungkook slipped your collar on as the two of you exited his house. As you walked to his car he gave you an odd look.

"Hun, we don't need that. Mere grab my hand." He chuckled as he extended his large limb to you. You were puzzled and nodded.

"Just how close to Taehyung do you live?"

"Closer than I'd like to." He huffed after walking what seemed like two minutes down the street he started to walk up to a nearby villa. The villa was almost as extravagant as the one Jungkook owned. Almost.

"Hey, this is..." You began when the door swung open and Taehyung's chirpy face greeted the two of you.

"Hey right on time. Come in." He smiled stepping off to the side. Behind him stood a very familiar face.

"Y/n?" Yoongi gasped.

"Yoongi!" You smiled more than happy to see him.

"You two know each other?" Taehyung asked.

"Too well," Yoongi smirked.

Jungkook rolled his eyes. "So Taehyung what kind of painting do you have in mind." Jungkook clearly ignoring Yoongi.

Yoongi seemed the slightest bit unbothered as he walked with all of you to the makeshift studio Taehyung had created. A bed with silk drapings from the canopy and sheets from the ceiling. Red satin sheets and a robe sitting on the bed.

"You can keep your collar on I feel like it adds to your look. As for the rest take it off and get on the robe. Keep the robe a little loose it will add to your look even more."

"Undress here?!" you gave a squeak.

Yoongi just about keeled over as he heard what Taehyung had asked of you. As much as he wanted to tear his eyes away he couldn't bring himself to turn away from what he might be about to witness. Jungkook even bit his lip looking at the ground conflicted.

"Think about it deary, it's not sexual it's art and if you become a piece of art you'll be a voice, for hybrids. You'll be someone who can become a bridge between hybrids and humans." His hand gently clasping yours, his eyes wide and genuine. He meant what he said. You have done fairly well trying to ignore the hostilities towards hybrids that hid within society. You knew with what connections you had to these humans something could be done. Maybe it would flop. Maybe it would take off. But it was worth a shot.

Turning your back to the men you carefully shimmied the slip dress over your head. Your breast pert and mostly concealed from their line of view. Your delicate ears could pick up the hitches in the breath that came from Jungkook and Yoongi. With delicate fingers, you pulled down your panties. Face flushed, tail trembling you crawled onto the bed trying your best not expose your pretty parts to the three men standing feet away.

Jungkook's knuckles white as he felt himself slipping into domspace. His eyes dark as he watched you slip on the robe leaving it loose enough to expose your chest but cover your nipples. Your thighs covered as you posed. Taehyung positioning an anklet on your leg and fixing your collar and hair as he began to sketch you out on his canvas.

Yoongi felt his chest heavy. The very woman whom he dreamt up dressed in a way he only dreamed of. His eyes slits as they ran over your chest. His groins starting to harden, his hands quick to pull his sweatshirt over the protruding cocks. He felt his fangs digging into his bottom lip. The metallic taste it left was nothing to him as his starved eyes fed on your image. He would ingrain this imagine in his mind.

Your face slightly flushed as you could feel their gaze gnawing at your skin. You could feel the way Yoongi's pitchforked tongue ran across his bottom lip. The way Jungkook's knuckles tightened, the almost inaudible sound tickled your sensitive ears. Taehyung's scratching pencil against your ears distracting you from the hungry men. His sketching coming to an end as he made his pallet. His pit of brown for eyes wide as he concentrated on his mixing of paints.

You took a breath, Yoongi inching closer to you in your peripheral. "Yoon-" You began as he started to pivot the bed with his weighted hands. Jungkook's eyes harsh arrows as he watched the snake's moves very closely.

He bit his lip and rested his head on your shoulder in an exhausted manner. His head in the crook of your neck. He seemed drained physically and mentally. "Let me sit here for a bit."

You gave a look to Taehyung. "It's fine, I finished your right shoulder already."

Jungkook growled. "It's not fine."

Your eyes flashing to him. A slight smell of submissiveness seeped from you. Yoongi got the wafting smell hitting him straight in the face. His control starting to slightly lose itself as he licked your shoulder. "Why is not okay with you Jungkook?" He growled as his pitchforked tongue gave a hiss, his tongue lapping over you once more. His menacing aura putting you into submission, your ears back and tail tightening as you whimpered.

Jungkook's tongue swabbed the inside of his gums. "Because I'm not okay with it."

Yoongi gave a hiss as he started to lap at your neck. "Does it look like I care about whether you are okay with it or not?"

Taehyung set down his brush. "Yoongi..?" His eyebrows risen. The first time he as seen his hybrid react this way to anyone.

Jungkook growled. "She's mine."

"And even so you let some prissy bitch kick her to the curb while you were drunk off your ass. If it weren't for me someone would have done the unthinkable." Not only that but she has been mine longer than she has been yours. Yoongi pushed the thoughts from his mind as he gave Jungkook an icy glare. Taehyung tossed his brushes in his bucket and carefully removed the unfinished painting from the room before returning.

"Yoongi don't you think he doesn't already hate himself for letting that happen to her?" Taehyung sighed as he leaned in the doorframe. His eyes watching Jungkooks still dark form. His hair covering his eyes from showing any response to Yoongi's cutting words.

You shrank under the menacing auras from the two powerful males whom stood before you. Yoongi's reptilian side slipping out more than you had ever seen before. "Not as much as I hate him for letting it happen to her." He shot back.

Jungkook gave a growl. "Step away from her she's mine. M.i.n.e." Jungkook's whole aura changing. His eyes deep and dark, his front teeth canines, and his veins protruding from his neck. He was hybrid? You watched. No. He wasn't. But he wasn't entirely human for sure. Just what was he? Yoongi could sense it too as he gave a smirk and decided to test just how animal Jungkook really was and why was his inner animal triggered now out of all times.

Taehyung's eyes widened from the doorway as he watched his dear friend and boss show a side to him that not even he seemed to be very conscious about. Jungkook gave a growl, his eyes slightly crazed as he crawled under the bed. His animal took over, and he was driven by instinct. Yoongi hissed and shot venom Jungkook's way. Taehyung took a breath and closed the door as he left the room. He did not want to be caught between two territorial males and their muse. He would scold Yoongi tomorrow and make Jungkook pay for any repairs for anything they might end up destroying.

"Away from her," Yoongi warned.

"Make me." Jungkook huffed as he stripped down to his dress shirt and boxers. Yoongi having ripped his clothes off down to his briefs.

You whimpered in the presence of the snake and mystery animal which inhabited Jungkook. Your craved doe taking over. Both of your hands found themselves on their shoulders. Jungkook and Yoongi froze and their eyes gave you their undivided. "B-Both of you. Please, I want b-both of you."

Jungkook bit his lip and gave a nod. Yoongi turned his head away but gave a small hiss of approval. If he couldn't have all of you he was willing to take this.

Tearing the robe and panties from you Jungkook started to quickly lap at your core like a rabid dog. Your fingers tangling themselves in his hair. Your soft moans and groans music to Yoongi's ears as he slipped you on top of him. Jungkook's between your legs as your back lay on Yoongi's chest. "So cute." He hissed, his forked tongue kissing your ear lobe. "Too bad snakes like their bunnies immobile." He gave an evil grin before extending his fangs and driving them into your shoulder. You could feel his venom shoot into you, pleasure filling you but soon your body became to tingle like needles as you couldn't move as well. "Shh it won't make you sick, I gave you a controlled dose." He kissed your cheek before nodding off to Jungkook you quickly pulled a giant shaft from his boxers. The tip wet and throbbing. He gave a pout.

You opened your mouth for him which he quickly bucked into. His wide grith stretching your delicate mouth to it's fullest. Yoongi opened your legs, his eyes getting their own show as they concentrated on the way you swallowed more and more of Jungkook's cock. He pulled his cocks from his boxers and smacked the two of them against your oozing core.

Jungkook's remnant saliva serving as a lubricant for his cocks. He didn't dare to stretch you he wanted you to feel the stretch of his cocks. He wanted to rip your cunt and ass to leave you aching for his members. Smirking he rammed his cocks into you. You choked around Jungkook slightly as Yoongi spread your walls. Two cocks entering you left you nothing but a moaning mess. Your inner walls fighting to accompany the invading flesh attached to the reptilian god between your legs. "I want you to incubate my eggs can you do that for me? Be a good mommy to my little snake babies?"

Hearing the words drip from Yoongi's lips left you nothing but whining whore. "Y-Yes!!!"

"I think fucking not if anything she's going to mother my pups." Jungkook growled as he gave Yoongi a warning bite on his shoulder. Yoongi hissed back and ignored the threats given by Jungkook. However, Jungkook was not having such blatant defiance. It became clear to both you and Yoongi just what animal had been bred into Jungkook. The animal hiding between his genes. A wolf.

His inner wold angered Jungkook abanded your sore throat and grasped your leg from Yoongi, fighting his way for space Yoongi's cock still in your cunt you could feel Jungkook push his way into you. Two cocks in your cunt and another in your bum. You gave out a cry, your tiny form trying to accompany such an intrusion created by the two males.

"I'm going to fuck my pups into her so fucking good." He growled.

"Not before I slip my eggs into her." Yoongi growled.

The bed under the three of you creaking wildly as the wolf and snake raced their hips into you. An instinct-driven race for dominance took place as the two used you as their personal fleshlight. Large hands gripped into both your thighs as an abdomen slapped against each.

"Ready for my eggs little bunny?" Yoongi huffed as his hair stuck to his forehead.

"Gonna be a good mommy to my pups?" Jungkook snarled as he gave another warning bite ti Jungkook which was met with a poisonousJu bite from Yoongi. The two males bottomed out in unison as you walls were painted white with their semen.

"F-Fuck!!!" You groaned as you took in the sight of the man you lusted and the friend you held dear hunched over you with lewd euphoric expressions on their faces. Jungkook's inner wold leaving him as his human form reappeared. His hungry eyes leaving him as horrified ones took their place.

"W-What have I done?!" He croaked with slight tears pricking his eyes.

[lizzie-boo]

Tell Me Why-Ficmas Day 5

Remus Lupin x Reader

Words: 1,969

A/N: So I don’t know how I feel about this. I did my best but I’m feeling a bit sick so I’d rather be sleeping than writing. But hey, day five’s story is here and wow it’s longer than the rest. Hopefully, you like this. Let me know if there is anyone you want me to write about or an idea you would like to see during Ficmas. 

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The fire had started to die down by the time that I had composed myself enough to make it up to the dorm room. This was it, our last night in Hogwarts. From here on out it was just me trying to survive the world all alone. Alone, the word was an ugly reminder of everything that I had lost this week. If only I had known something was off, that this was coming I could’ve steeled my heart. Then it wouldn’t have hurt so much.

Taking the stairs two at a time I try to quietly slip into my room. To my surprise, Lily is sitting up in bed waiting for me. She pats the spot next to her and I take a seat next to her, leaning my head on her shoulder. Her hand comes up to rub comforting circles on my back.

“How are you feeling?” she whispers.

“It hurts,” I confide in her.

“It’s gonna be okay hun, he’s stupid and doesn’t know what an awesome girl he just let go of. Besides you can find someone better.” Lily wraps her arm around my shoulders and pulls me into a tight side hug.

“I just don’t understand, I thought we were fine. We had just been talking about moving in together when we got out of here.” A new set of tears well in my eyes and one by one the tears slide down my cheeks.

I hate myself for crying over him. I shouldn’t let him have this much control over my emotions. Yet, just the thought of him makes my heart break a little bit more. After everything we had been through, all the years we’d been together, and all we’d shared he broke up with me and didn’t even give me a reason.

“Babe, Remus will regret everything he’s ever done to you the second I get my hands on him.” The glint in her eyes is all too familiar. The same one she had back in the day when James would relentlessly peruse her. I knew Remus wouldn’t be expecting what Lily would do to him. For a moment the thought of him hurting as much as I am made me happy.

“Thanks, Lil, I don’t know what I would do without you.” I lift my head off her should and give her a small smile.

She gives my hand a small squeeze before speaking up once more, “And I know it hurts now but trusts me if he isn’t willing to stick around then he’s not worth it, you can do so much better.”

I crawl into my bed, careful to not wake any of my other roommates. Pulling the blankets over my head I let out a sob. I had spent three years of my life with him and now it was all a waste. He had broken up with me for no reason, just that we should go our separate ways after graduation because it would be for the best. So tomorrow would be the last day he’d be part of my life. After that, I would avoid him as much as possible considering we have the same friends.

The days after graduation moved slower than I thought they would. I moved into my own flat a few weeks after graduation and began learning to cope with the loneliness I felt. It was hard, all of my friends had their own lives and were busy. Not to mention they were trying to divide their time between Remus and me since I refused to be near him.

Some nights were harder than others. Sometimes I would sit in the kitchen with a glass of wine and cry because this wasn’t supposed to be how it played out. I should’ve been living here with him by my side. It should’ve been our apartment, not just mine.

Sadly, tonight was one of those nights for me. I was sitting on the counter in the cramped kitchen, ice cream on one side and a glass of wine on the other. I knew it was silly, that I should’ve been over the breakup by now and I was, for the most part. It’s just those nights where it all came creeping back that broke me down and left me sobbing in my kitchen.

It was worse tonight because Christmas was just around the corner and this had been my favorite time of year to share with Remus. I loved spending the days leading up to Christmas with him, it was some of the best memories we shared. Looking at the bare tree in the living room had caused the memories to come flooding back and I couldn’t hold in the tears that I learned to keep bottled up.

Taking another bite of ice cream I kicked my legs against the cabinets. The soft thudding of my feet against the wood helped ground me. It gave me something to think about, sometimes I even found myself trying to time the kicks with random songs. A knock at the door stirs me from my thoughts. The clock on the wall reads almost two in the morning and I let confusion sink in.

I grab my wand off the counter, wary of who might be on the other side of the door. These days I could never be too cautious, especially with the wizarding world on the brink of war. Wand at the ready I slowly opened the door. Peering around the door I dropped my wand in shock.

Standing in front of me was a beaten and bloodied Remus Lupin. There was a deep cut just above the scars on his cheek and a large portion of his shirt was coated in dark red blood. Stepping aside I wordlessly let him in. He followed me to the small bathroom down the hall. I sat him down on the edge of the tub and looked at him under the bright bathroom light. There was a multitude of small scratches littering his face.

“What happened?” I ask while digging through the cabinet to find the first aid kit that I knew I had somewhere. Cursing under my breath I turn to check the cabinet over the toilet. Finally finding it I turn back to Remus waiting for an explanation.

“It was the full moon, tonights was worse than normal. James and Sirius were with me and took me back to James’ to patch me up.”

“Okay that’s great and all but doesn’t explain why your still bleeding or in my flat!” I exclaim, gesturing with the washcloth in my hand.

“Well I walked in and their whole house was all decorated for Christmas and all I could think of was how happy you are at Christmas and I just ran. I just wanted to see you,” he explains while you dab at the gash on his cheek.

“You should’ve thought about that before you decided to break up with me for absolutely no reason. Which might I add was a dick move on your part. Next time you break someone’s heart at least tell them why,” I yell at him while wiping his face harder.

He winces at the pressure and I move back. Throwing the washcloth in the sink I open the first aid kit.

“I’m sorry, I thought it would be easier to just leave than try to make you see my side of it.” He tugs at his shirt and I gesture at him to take it off. He pulls the gray fabric over his head and drops it on the floor by his feet.

I try not to stare at his bare chest but it’s been so long since I’d last seen him like that. Despite how angry I was with him I couldn’t help admire his bare chest.

“And what exactly was your side of it? Was I not good enough for you? Did you finally get sick of me?”

I begin to clean the deep gashes on his chest and stomach as he tries to explain himself.

“It was never any of that, quite the opposite actually. I didn’t think I was worthy and I was worried that when we got out into the real world that you would realize that I was tying you down. You’re destined to do great things and I’m just a monster.” He looks up into my eyes and his sincerity shines bright.

“That is the stupidest thing you’ve ever said.” I place a bandage over the cut on his chest and run my hand over it to smooth it out.

“I didn’t want to lose you and I was so worried over it that I ended it. I was stupid and I wasn’t thinking right but I realize how wrong I was now.” He grabs my hand and holds it against his chest and I have to turn away.

“You should’ve talked to me, we could’ve worked through it. If you had opened up to me about how you were feeling then we would still be together.” Looking in the mirror I take in my appearance and mentally cursing myself for staying up so late and drinking so much. This wasn’t how I thought of seeing him again would go.

“I know that now, I’m so sorry. I was foolish to think that letting you go was the best option. I miss you so much.” The way his eyes tear up causes my heart to stir.

“I’ve missed you too but you really hurt me. You left me and all the plans we had for after graduation without a reason.” I tug the sleeves of my jumper down, a habit that seemed to only pop up when I was feeling nervous.

“I’m sorry if I could take it all back I would in a heartbeat. I’d give anything to be living with you like we planned. All I ever wanted and still want is to have you by my side and I screwed it up. I’ll never forgive myself for what I did to you.”

For the first time, he stands and takes a step towards me. Placing his hand on my arm he looks into my eyes. His damn eyes, they always get me and I can’t help but feel my resolve crack as he looks at me. His hand slides up my arm and I shiver slightly. It had been a long few months without him around and now with him here I can’t help but want to be in his arms again.

“I just don’t know anymore,” I mumble.

He places his hand under my chin and tilts my face up until I’m looking at him. It’s then that he hesitantly leans down to capture my lips in a kiss.

“Please just give me another chance,” he whispers against my lips.

I place my lips back and his and feel him smile into the kiss. It’s all he needs to know that I’m willing to give it another try. He wraps his arms around my waist pulling me closer. My hands roam his chest, careful not to touch his injuries.

I tug at his messy brown locks and he lets out a small moan. His hands travel down my back and soon find a place in the back pockets of my jeans. Before I know it I’m wrapping my legs around his waist and he carries me toward the bedroom.

It felt nice to be in his arms again. I had missed this so much in the months that we were apart. And no matter how upset I had been with him before it all seemed better now that I was back in his arms. The thought of having him by my side again this Christmas made my heart swell with joy.

[7team7]

Making his list

Summary: The holidays are a busy time, so when Sakura is out of commission due to her pregnancy, Sasuke takes matters into his own hands. Modern AU, pregnant Sakura, good househusband Sasuke. [2.3k words]

A/N: sorry this is late, but happy holidays everyone!! This was the most voted option on twitter, but office au coming soon enough I guess!! Stream The Carol by Haseul and Christmas Tree Farm by TS

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Sakura adored the holiday season. The chilly weather gave her the perfect excuse to cozy up near a fire with a mug of hot cocoa. She loved finding the perfect gifts for her friends and family, finally spending some of her hard earned money. She always marveled at all the decorations and loved taking the time to bake the sweetest confections. The hospital was busy as usual, but it was honestly fun to treat kids who had maybe eaten a bit too much sugar. 

But as a pregnant woman, she just couldn’t keep up as well this time around. The normally welcome weather seemed to be more biting than usual and her pregnancy made her more tired. She was so busy getting things for the baby, she had less time to shop for other gifts. Being on maternity leave meant she had both nothing and everything to do. The thought of decorating and baking for hours on end made her feet ache. 

Sasuke hated the holidays. It usually served as a reminder that his family was dead and he was all alone. People seemed to forget how to drive when it rained or snowed and lines were always too long everywhere. 

But when he married Sakura and got her pregnant soon after, he found himself changing his mind. He couldn’t wait to watch her in action around their home. They’d been friends long enough that he’d received some of her incredibly thoughtful gifts and seen all the traditions she liked partaking in, but it was different now that they shared a home together. When they were just dating, he couldn’t hog her as much as he did now. He used to think Black Friday was ridiculous, but he had a feeling he’d be clambering over all the other parents for the toys his child would want next year. Why pass up a good sale? 

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The night of December 1st, Sakura gave him a gift, claiming she just couldn’t help it. Sasuke unwrapped the shiny paper and opened the box to be faced with the ugliest ugly holiday sweater he had ever seen. It was red with white stripes and had a huge picture of the Grinch in the middle. “It’s funny, right? Because you’re kind of grumpy like him, but you just need a little holiday spirit to make your heart grow!” Oh yes, being likened to the Grinch did not make him very happy, but his wife did make his heart grow three sizes. 

He pulled it on immediately over his t-shirt. Sakura’s eyes were practically sparkling. “Thanks for buying one that’s not itchy. Where’s yours?” 

“Oh,” she bit her lip softly, like she hadn’t even considered matching like she usually wanted. She disappeared into their closet and pulled hers out—covered in candy canes and jingle bells. 

“Um,” she said as she stuck her head through the collar, “I don’t think it fits me right now.” Her eyes immediately welled with tears. She loved this sweater and the hormones were not helping. She’d had it forever, so it was a little tight now that she was older and taller, but she couldn’t even get it past her belly. 

“Uh,” Sasuke grappled with his words in an attempt to make her feel better. He hated seeing her cry, especially over something so menial. Sakura normally loved the holidays, and he had seen her wear that sweater at least once every year since he’d known her. “You can just wear it like this, right? With a shirt underneath or something? It’s just kind of a crop top now.” 

Sakura looked up at him, more tears coming, “But then the baby will be cold!” Sasuke immediately yanked his sweater off and put it back in the box. “It’s okay, I just won’t wear mine until next year. We can match with the baby next year or something,” he said as he started helping Sakura out of her sweater. That easily helped cheer her up.

“Oh, Sasuke, we’re going to have a baby by this time next year! We’re going to buy so many toys I can’t wait!” She started babbling excitedly about the stages of development and what kinds of learning and playing kids did at what age and Sasuke decided this was much better than crying over an ugly sweater. 

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“We’d better get our tree soon before all the good ones get taken. I want to have it up all month so we can enjoy it,” Sakura mentioned to Sasuke the next day. She had started sorting through decorations after breakfast. “It smells so good and makes the house feel so much more festive. Hanging up ornaments is always fun, I even got a new star to put on top this year.” Sasuke simply nodded and started clearing their plates while she continued digging through boxes.

“I’m going out,” Sasuke announced after he finished washing the dishes. It was the weekend and they normally enjoyed reading the newspaper on the couch together after cleaning up, so Sakura was a bit confused. “Do you need anything?” he asked as he gathered his coat and scarf. 

“Yeah, the perfect Christmas tree,” she joked. “No, I’m just going to be unboxing decorations here. Ever since we moved into this house I keep forgetting where I put everything so it’ll take me a while.” 

Sakura had only managed to hang a wreath and put on some holiday music when Sasuke returned home. 

“I brought you something,” he said gruffly as he propped the door open. 

“Ooh, an early present? But why not just wait a little longer, darling?” Of course, Sakura loved receiving gifts from Sasuke because they were always things only he would think to give her, but she could wait. 

“You said you wanted it now,” he said as he hauled in a huge evergreen tree. It wasn’t in a net like the ones they had at lots and it even had snow dropping off the branches. The thick trunk looked like it had taken a real beating.

“Sasuke,” she asked slowly, “did you chop this down yourself?”

“Of course I did,” he said matter of factly. “You said you wanted the perfect one and I found it for you. I just strapped it to the top of the car and brought it back. This one is way better than anything at those overpriced lots. It’s fresh,” he added, as if she didn’t notice. The snow was beginning to melt all over their floor.

“You’re not really allowed to do that, but thank you.” She didn’t even want to ask where he chose to cut it down because no matter the location, it probably wasn’t legal if he returned so quickly. She pressed a kiss to his cheek, still a bit cold from spending time outside. “It really is perfect,” she praised after she got over the shock. It seriously was a lovely tree. Sasuke was just the type of person who did things his own way, she supposed.

 “If I put it in the corner, you’ll decorate it, right? Just call me when you need to put the star on top. I don’t want you falling.” She gave him another kiss and let him be on his way to read the paper they missed that morning. He didn’t end up going far, though, preferring to observe the way she danced around the tree and got excited every time she opened up an ornament she had forgotten about. 

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“Damn it, I completely forgot that I have Ino’s holiday brunch tomorrow. I promised to bring my usual cookies, but I’m beat.” Sakura had just finished eating dinner and decorating the house when she realized there was still more to do. She had already purchased all the ingredients from the store but there just wasn’t enough time in the day. She sighed, “I guess I’ll have to go pick something up on my way tomorrow. I’m sad, they’re such a tradition at this point.” 

Sasuke knew which cookies she was talking about because he liked them too. She made them spiced enough for him to enjoy, so he found himself a little disappointed by the thought that they might not happen this year. “Why don’t you just go to bed early? No use in stressing over cookies. I’ll be there soon.” Normally Sakura preferred to fall asleep with her husband there to keep her warm, but she was too tired to argue or even think. Sasuke kept the heater on high and made sure she had an extra blanket before he tiptoed back into the kitchen.  

If she wanted the cookies, he would give her the cookies. Surely he could make cookies. How hard could they be?

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It turned out, cookies that tasted the way Sakura made them were very difficult to pull off. He even managed to pull out the original recipe, but it seemed like so many tweaks were made that he had to make several test batches before he got anywhere close. 

At some point in the middle of the night, he baked himself into a frenzy and produced some damn good cookies. At least the oven made the house warmer, and the kitchen smelled divine. He crawled into bed beside his wife, not caring if he was covered in flour and sugar. As long as she was happy.

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Sasuke was normally a heavy sleeper, but he was roused by Sakura’s shrieking in the kitchen. Fearing that something was wrong, he bolted out of their cozy bed with his eyes still half closed. 

“Look, Sasuke, my cookies! Who made these?” He had even taken the time to arrange them into a neat pyramid on one of Sakura’s fancy platters. He hoped they would taste good, but even if they didn’t, at least they looked presentable.

Sasuke rubbed his bleary eyes, glad nothing was wrong. “Dunno. Maybe Santa was feeling generous and gave us cookies instead of eating everyone else’s.” Sakura beamed at him and took one off the top to bite into. 

“Mm, they’re perfect! You did such a good job Sasuke! What a perfect surprise. Here, try,” she broke off a piece and handed it to Sasuke.

“Breakfast of champions,” he muttered after he finished chewing. He gathered his excited wife into his arms and planted a kiss on the crown of her head. He was tired, but it didn’t really matter because she was happy. He absentmindedly rubbed her pregnant stomach, wondering if their baby would like these cookies too.

“Thank you, you’re the best. Now go back to sleep while I get ready to go,” Sakura said to him. 

After changing and finishing her hair and makeup, Sakura walked back to their bed to pull the covers up towards Sasuke’s chin. He kept his eyes closed but mumbled, “drive carefully, please. The roads are supposed to be a bit icy today.” 

He was still in bed when he received Sakura’s text that she made it to Ino’s safely. She also sent him a picture of Ino’s house covered in lights, telling him to remind her that they need to put lights outside. It looked tasteful, but Sasuke had a feeling Sakura wanted something a little more over the top and festive. He tossed his blankets to the side and started getting ready for the day. If she wanted lights, he would put some lights up. And it would look better than everyone else’s in their neighborhood.

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When Sakura returned home, she honestly didn’t notice. She was too exhausted from all the talking and eating she did at Ino’s. She walked into the house feeling ready to spend the rest of the day with Sasuke. She’d have to give him extra kisses to thank him again for the cookies. And the beautiful tree sitting in the corner of their living room.

“How was it?” he asked as he welcomed her in. One simple question got her talking for a while; she filled him in on anything and everything, from Ino’s decorations to the food to how her girlfriends were doing. “Oh and did you see the picture I sent? Her lights looked really nice, I’ll have to remember to put our lights up soon too.”

“Mhm. Do you notice anything different about the house?” “We have to turn some lights on in here, it gets dark so early in the winter,” she mused as she got up to switch the light on. Sasuke followed her and prevented her from doing so. “No, look outside.” Sakura moved away from the light switch, expecting to see fresh snow that had started falling after she had gotten home and only Sasuke noticed. When she got to their front window, she gasped.

Their lawn was decked out with bright lights, from a snowman to a reindeer to their front pathway lined with lights. She looked up and noticed the roof covered in lights too. She hadn’t noticed partially because they weren’t on when she got home during the day. Her eyes welled with tears as she opened the front door to step outside and get a closer look.

She surveyed their house, lined perfectly with twinkling lights. Their house looked much more festive and cheerful than anyone else on their block. “Did you do this?” she asked Sasuke who followed her out to bring her a coat. 

“Glad you finally noticed,” he teased. “You said you wanted lights, but I wasn’t going to let you climb on a ladder while pregnant. So I put up the lights. I bought a few more because I figured you’d like them.”

“They’re perfect!” she exclaimed, giving him a big hug. She looked up at his handsome face, softly illuminated by all their new lights. “You’ll have to do this next year too. And make the cookies. And get the tree.” 

He rolled his eyes. He’d gotten sucked into the holiday madness because of this dynamo of a woman standing before him. He was really in it for life. “I’ll have to put it on my list, I guess.” 

“I promise I’ll be really nice to you,” she giggled as she pulled him back inside where it was warm. 

“I won’t mind if you’re a little naughty,” he murmured as he pinched her hip playfully. 

She stuck her tongue out at him, “Hey! The baby can hear you!”

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A/N: I just love writing ss as same-same-but different in the intros, if you read a lot of my works you’ll notice that, but they’re just so easy to write like that lmao it makes me happy when people tell me they like the way I portray them because sometimes I do fear I’m just writing them as these not complex, static characters but. It be like that as a writer :-)

[hopelessromanticspoonie]

As You Are

Chapter: I’m Fine

Co-authors: hopeless_romantic_spoonie, yespolkadotkitty

Summary: Spoons pushes herself too far and takes a tumble. Loki is there to pick up the pieces.

Entire series also found on Ao3 here :)

A/N: As always, co-written by my masterful friend, @yespolkadotkitty​! She’s the bee’s knees.

Sometimes you didn’t listen to your body.

You should have stopped and taken a break after doing all of the dishes left over from the breakfast you had decided to make. But doing the dishes, you noticed that the counters needed a good wipe down. But while you were wiping down the counters you noticed that the floors were also pretty grubby, so you’d busted out the mop and taken care of that. By that point you were shaking from exhaustion and pain, but that part of your brain that told you to just ‘Stop!’ had taken a break and never returned.

So, in the middle of carrying a load of laundry across your small apartment, your back finally gave out and you tumbled to the floor. Fire exploded from your elbow, hip, and temple from the impact, and a cry tore itself from your throat. You were a creature of pain, curled up among your once-clean clothes, fighting the spasms that wracked your muscles as hot tears - partially born of shame - streamed down your face.

If you could only suck it up and crawl over to the couch, you could calm down the worst of the agony. But your meds were in the bathroom, so you’d still have to work your way there. You were quickly spiraling into the depths of your despair, fueled by frustration more than anything, when you heard your front door creak up.

“Kitten, I brought - What happened?”

Of course Loki would show up now.

He was at your side in an instant, green eyes wide with concern as he knelt among your clothes. “How can I assist you? What do you need?”

He’d seen you in pain, he’d seen you exhausted beyond all belief, but he’d never seen you so hurt and so angry that you were reduced to tears. You wanted to crawl into a hole and die, but you also needed to get up off the floor if you had any hope of being able to even walk tomorrow.

Avoiding his gaze, you tried to lift yourself up onto your elbows, which only resulted in you gasping as the red hot fire of your battered nerves stole your breath away. Panting, you clenched your eyes shut, opening your hands in surrender to the god still leaning over you. “I hate asking it, but can you put me on my bed?”

“What else can I do?” he asked, carefully sliding his arms beneath you, cradling you to his chest. Your fingers clutched onto the lapel of his shirt, loose as the first few buttons had been left undone, and you breathed in the calming scent of citrus and leather that perfumed his skin.

“I’m fine,” you mumbled, even as your face twisted in the discomfort of him gingerly laying you down on your bed. There goes any sexual feelings he ever had for me.

The bed pitched beneath you as he settled next to you, and you gritted your teeth when his warm, calloused fingers just barely grazed the growing lump on your forehead. “You are not fine. What do you need?”

Stubborn to a fault, you opened your eyes and tilted your head enough to look at him. You tried for a reassuring smile, but even you could tell that it didn’t sit quite right on your face. “I’m okay, really. What’d you bring?”

You hadn’t ever really been on the receiving end of his wrath before, and even the taste of it hardening his eyes was enough to make your heart stutter in your chest. “Do not lie to me, kitten. You cannot even move and you are still crying. Now, tell me the truth, foolish Midgardian.”

Successfully chided, although he’d added gentleness to his tone, you bit your bottom lip and wiped at the tears betraying your true emotions before letting your hand fall onto the bed next to you. “Two pain pills and a muscle relaxer, please.”

He nodded and disappeared into the bathroom. He returned quickly with the pills in one hand and a glass of water in the other. “Better. Have you eaten today?”

You took the medicine gratefully and managed to stretch your arm enough to put the glass on your nightstand. Not wanting to get in trouble again, you shook your head. “No, I might’ve forgotten…”

He sighed heavily, closing his eyes for a moment before opening them to look at you. Sadness furrowed his brow as he took you in, and you could easily convince yourself that what he was truly feeling was pity. Everyone did at some point, why not him?

“Luckily, I came prepared with dinner. I needed to pay Nai Nai a visit, and she sent along her noodles. She calls them bee hoon, for you. Her daughter, about your age, is, she tells me, quite obsessed with them. Will those suffice?”

“Yes please.”

He returned some minutes later with the takeout plated in a plastic bowl for you to more easily eat it. You were more grateful for the fork he provided, since you doubted you’d be able to manage chopsticks with your shaking hands. He helped you into a sitting position, propping you up with various pillows and blankets, until you could hold the bowl in your lap while he sat next to you with his food. The mingled scents of soy sauce, sesame and roasted meat drifted up to your nose from the bowl.

You sat there silently, brain too fogged over from pain to really think of anything to say, eating your delicious dinner and waiting for the meds to kick in. Both seemed to help ease your suffering when you were halfway done with the food, and you felt the worst of the tension leak out of your body so that you could form a coherent thought. Swallowing a bite of noodles, you managed to make yourself look up to his face, steeling yourself for whatever you may find there. “Thank you, for helping me.”

He snorted. “I certainly wasn’t going to leave you on the floor.”

No longer hungry, you shoved the bowl further down your legs to wring your hands together. “I.. I’m sorry.”

“Whatever for?” he asked, abandoning his own food to look to you, brow quirked up in mild confusion.

“You don’t deserve…” you paused, waving your hands up and down your body, “this. You are so strong and capable and I can’t even do chores around the house without my legs giving out from beneath me.”

“Why was it vitally important that you get the housework done by yourself?” he asked, cupping your jaw to hold your gaze to him when you tried to look away from him.

You shrugged your shoulders. “It needed to be done.”

“That is what I am here for, kitten. You should not waste your spoons on something so trivial when there are much more enjoyable activities you could partake in,” he said, the hint of a mischievous twinkle lighting up his eyes.

“I’m just so broken and it isn’t going to get better,” you muttered, frustrated again, almost begging him to understand your point of view. He deserved someone whole, beautiful and full of life, to stand by his side.

You caught the faintest hint of blue blooming on his skin before his hand settled over the knot on your forehead, delightfully cool against the throbbing heat. He leaned against your headboard and carefully maneuvered you so that you were leaning against him, front supported against his side and back by his arm wrapped around you. “You are not broken. Not even close. If I want to see someone who is, I must simply find a mirror.”

Your hand splayed across his stomach, fidgeting idly with a button on his shirt. He was being far too kind about this, but the warm kiss that he left on the crown of your head seemed to travel throughout your whole body, lessening the load on your heart and easing some of your worries. For now. “Since your hands are occupied, you can’t read me any poetry, can you?”

A chuckle, much lighter than the atmosphere of the room only moments before, sounded into your ear through his chest. A book from your nightstand gracefully floated into the air before his face, and the pages turned of their own accord to the bookmark he had placed there the other night. “You underestimate me, darling.”

“How foolish of me, Loki,” you murmured, closing your eyes as you curled into him, losing yourself in the steady and soothing cadence of his heaven-sent voice.

He’d chosen WB Yeats this time.

“I have spread my dreams under your feet,” he read, his British accent wrapped in velvet. “Tread softly, because you tread on my dreams.”

[ladylike-foxes]

Thank you, @contreparry love! 😍❤️ Solesta deep feels for @dadrunkwriting , anyone?

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When was the last time they had a fight so terrible? Both screaming, her face streaked with angry tears. What had possessed him, reaching out for that fragile figurine? Some small trinket she'd bought for her sister. And she, in her desperation to save it from his grasp, crushing the delicate glass in her urgency. The sound of it crunching in her hand, the sound of her horrified silence. Her voice shattering like a Chantry window, screaming for him to, Get out! Unfortunately, it wasn't until then, the look on her face, the bloody glass in her hand, that his reason finally returned. It was right that she tell him to go. So, he left.

Solas walked a continuous mile-wide circle around their camp. Setting wards, allowing the snow to cool his anger, numb the pain from his hand. Forbidding himself even the simplest spell to keep warm: he deserved this biting, blistering, burning cold. After a few hours, with nowhere to go and reluctant to leave Halesta unprotected, he finally returned to the camp.

 A fire had been started, a stew slowly simmering. The tent flap was left slightly open despite the icy wind, allowing torchlight to trickle out into the dark. He could see her inside, sitting crosslegged, brow furrowed in concentration as she attempted to remove the shards from her hand. Off to the side, she had set out two bowls and two spoons for their supper. It was the closest to a welcome back as he was likely to receive. 

Wordlessly, Solas entered the tent and sat facing her, taking her injured hand into his lap. Wordlessly, Halesta watched him, her eyes rimmed with pink but no longer crying. After he healed her wounds, she brought in their dinner. They sat side by side as they ate, silently watching the snow dance on the breeze. Afterward, he wiped clean the bowls, and she crawled under the quilts and furs as he tossed another log on the fire outside.

It was strange, how they fought so fiercely, how even they sometimes believed they hated one another.... And yet, every time, when he finally came around, she lifted the blankets and made room for him. It was as if she took all that seperated them, their quarrels and wars, and set it all off to the side before climbing into bed. As if to say to him, "That's enough for tonight. We can pick it back up again tomorrow, if we must, but no more tonight." As if she took it off with the day's clothes and left it in a pile at the bedside.

Just as usual, she lifted the blankets, and, just as usual, he curled himself around her, face buried in her hair.

"Ir abelas, Vhenan," Whispered against the nape of her neck, voice thick with shame, "I am truly, deeply sorry."

"For the argument," Softly sleepy, answering into the dark, "Or for the behavior?"

"Ah...Well—"

"Cause I'm sorry about the behavior," Cutting him short, a small smile in her voice, "And I'm sorry that we argued. But I'm not sorry for doing what I feel is right, or for disagreeing with you."

"Yes, just that. The feeling is mutual," Frowning to himself, he hesitated a moment. "...I am not quite sure what it is, but you have a talent for getting under my skin, in a way I don't think anyone else ever has."

"You've been the primary cause of my short temper since I've met you," Her wry, playful little smirk clearly audible, "Though, as you know, my father has officially usurped you as Ultimate Pain in My Ass."

Breathing a chuckle, his amusement felt fleeting, gone all too quickly. Seemingly sensing his melancholic musing, she rolled to face him, tucking her arm up against her chest, his own still draped over her waist. The fire cast just enough glow against their canvas shelter to reflect in her eyes; the eyeshine cast her drowsy gaze a haunting pale green hue. Gently, she reached up, smoothing his creased brow with her fingertips before returning her arm to its former position between them.

"What's so wrong that you're visibly frowning?" Arching a brow, teasing.

"Nothing is wrong, per se," Gaze tracing her face, but avoiding meeting her eyes, "Perhaps it is simply beyond my understanding."

"Pfft, doubtful," Pulling a face, "What're you talking about?"

"You seem to possess the capability to set things aside, to forgive even my fresh offenses, if only when it is time to sleep."

"So do you? We're both here."

"It is easier for me," Shaking his head, "You make the gesture, and that softens any lingering anger. I merely follow your lead. But you: you make the decision."

A slight quirk of her head, subtle pout of her bottom lip, she looked in his eyes as though she'd find her answer there. Then she smiled.

"My friends and family have been dropping like flies, or simply vanishing, since I was sixteen. And, you... Solas, you've disappeared on me more than once. Leaving in the middle of the night without even saying goodbye," Despite the smile, there was a wistfulness about her. "It's not really forgiving you. It's more like postponing it. Because I'm... I don't want you to leave again, and the memory you take being something I've said in anger. I want you to remember that, no matter how hard I will fight against you, or how stupid you are sometimes, I still believe in you. You have a good heart, and the potential for change and growth."

A familiar pang of regret pierced his chest. Her faith in him didn't ease his mind, merely deepened his guilt. Halesta recognized his pained expression, annoyance pursed her lips. 

"Oh, get over yourself. You can wallow in self-pity in the morning," Lifting his arm from her waist as she turned away, "Just let me have this memory."

Brushing a kiss against his knuckles, she pressed his palm to her breastbone, drawing his focus to the steady beat of her heart. It was a trick he'd used to help her calm down once or twice, and once again, she had turned the tables. Perhaps the guilt can wait, just until morning.