#but yesterday the floor lead got really frustrated with me for repeating that request

[wellthatschaotic]

[has a limitation from a disability] hey i have this limitation from my disability

other person: ugh no one else has that limitation just get over it

[tamagochiie]

Hi!! Could I request a hc for my man Levi Ackerman where he has been crushing on the reader for a while now but thinks he doesn’t really have a chance because she’s just so beautiful, kind and a little on the younger side. And he doesn’t really think that someone like her could ever be interested in someone like him. Then those toughts only get bigger as he sees how much time she spends with Jean or Eren or someone. And then some sort of drama is happening which eventually leads to this dramatic confession from both Levi and the reader. Hope that’s not too long? Have a great day!

First of all, I am SO sorry this request took so long to reply to. I was in a really bad headspace when I first got this, and I couldn’t write it properly at the time. But here I am now! Also, I got waaaay too into this, so I apologize that it’s a little long... 

Move My Mountain ; Levi Ackerman 

Levi Ackerman is nothing short of confidence and pride; insecurity scurries back into the shadows at the sight of him.

But you are sunshine and hope—all the good things in life wrapped in a lilting laugh, tucked in the corners of your lips when you smile, and the twinkling in your eyes;

Just the sight of you makes his title as “Humanity’s Strongest” fray at the edges and wither away, and it irritates him to no end. 

Of all the ugly his eyes have seen and horror his ears have heard, its you that has him weak in the knees, you are a sharp contrast to the stoic man.

You’re young, youthful, and promising—all the things Levi is not. 

Levi is many things, but worthy to feel the warmth you radiate as you walk into any room, a room that he might find himself lingering around in, is not one of them. 

Levi may be sharp, attentive, and quick on his feet (quite literally). But it takes him an embarrassingly substantial amount of time to realize his feelings for you—that no, he does not hate you, but rather he finds himself completely smitten over you.

He realizes he always has been since the first time he saw you as a cadet. You weren’t entirely talented, and your skills were questionably underdeveloped, but you had heart and you were just as determined and fiery as your counterparts. 

Levi looks forward to seeing you persevere during trainings; but he likes it better whenever you waltz into his office and assist him in paperwork he can clearly take care of on his own. 

And you find yourself feeling comfortable around the Captain, entertaining him through small talk or sharing a few fun facts with him that always leave him dumbfounded. 

Not that he’ll show it. 

He’s quite kind to you, and though you found it off-putting at first, you had eventually grown comfortable to it. You even found yourself growing selfish, wanting more and more after each visit. 

However, unbeknownst to everyone save for Erwin and Hange, Levi Ackerman is petty as he is incredibly violent. 

There’s a twinge of jealousy in his chest and a twitch in his eye whenever he sees Jean joined to you by the hip. He’s aware of the history you two share, being childhood friends and choosing to join the Survey Corp together after the attack on Wall Rose. 

But it doesn’t stop jealous seeping out of Levi like a waterfall. 

He hates it when he catches Jean ghosting around you, dipping down to you a little too close for comfort whenever he talks to you, so Levi’s patience snaps like a twig and he crinkles his nose in disgust, steam rising from him when he watches Jean throwing his arm over your shoulders, pulling you close to his chest while you laugh at his jokes. 

A line has been crossed. 

Unfortunately for Jean, though his actions meant no harm, he’s drowned in piles and piles of work within the following week. Levi has him carrying extra weight, makes him run more laps to his knees shake, and riddles him with questionable work from dusk til dawn. 

And just when things die down and the tide of Levi’s jealousy pulls back, it’ll come rushing back in when he catches Jean do another thing like leaning his head on your shoulder after a day’s worth of training. And it begins to bother you, picking at your skin until you can longer keep quiet and watch your friends suffer. 

You’re in the middle of handing Jean your bottle of water (because Sasha chugged all of his in one breath) when Levi cuts in. Maybe it’s the heat of the sun that casts over the training ground, or maybe its the fact that once again, Levi’s jealous has once again gotten the best of him and he’s playing it off as frustration for the whole squad. 

Whatever it is, there’s steam rising off as he glares at you and Jean. 

Levi clears his throat, arms folded across his chest as he taps his foot, “If you have time to drinking other people’s water, Kristien,” Jean chokes on his water when he realizes Levi’s presence, quickly saluting him, “then you’ve got time to do laundry.” 

Jean’s eyes widen, jaw slacking. “B-But I already did that yesterday, S-Sir.” You watch as Levi pulls his brows down, narrowing his gaze intensely as he strides up to Jean. He shifts uncomfortable under Levi’s inspecting eyes and clears his throat to try and gain some composure. 

“That’s the great thing about laundry,” Levi grits, “it always piles up, so why don’t you hurry the fuck up and fuck off.”

However, Levi’s plan to wedge you to apart because you offer yourself to help. 

You may be bubbly and full of life, and some may mistake your soft nature as someone naive and gullible, but you read the room easier than anyone. For the first time, Levi finds himself silenced; throat dried as if sawdust had been shoved into his throat, and he watches you saluting to him before excusing yourself along with Jean. 

Unluckily for you, you become the target of his boiling rage. He’s ticking like a clock, the countdown to another outburst lingering in the air. It’s your turn to be buried in the extra weight of chores and responsibilities, doing more laps and push ups than you can manage. But you never complain, not even once.

Not until Levi strips you and Jean from the opportunity to go out on an expedition and traded off for laundry. 

“I’ve had it!” You boom as you uncharacteristically lose composure, shoving the basket of dirty laundry to the side and causing Jean and Armin to flinch. “I’m gonna do laundry—laundry instead of joining the expedition? You’re kidding!” 

Levi had overworked you painfully til your knees shook and your head felt dizzy, and at some point you wondered if was still training you or if it had any ulterior motive.

“I’m only the barer of the news!” Armin defends, visibly shrinking as you slowly grow unhinged. 

“Then I’ll talk to him!” Jean steps in front of you, looking at you warningly as his chest heaves. “Jean, go away.” 

“No,” He’s firm, headset in stopping you. “Make no mistake, the man is short, but he’s scary as hell. You saw him when he beat the shit outta Eren.”

“I can take a punch,” You state dryly, “now move.” 

You place your arm on Jean’s shoulder, gripping it tightly before swiftly shoving him to the side, causing him to skid on the floor.

Determination drips from every step you take out the room and down the corridor. Your eyes directed towards one door and one door only. You wind past other captains and cadets, not bothering to even take a glance at them as you finally close in on Levi’s office. 

You storm in, not even thinking to knock. You’re met with wide eyes and looks of disbelief from Erwin, Hange, and Levi; they were in the middle of a meeting when you barged in. Erwin’s jaw slacks, his brows pull down as he looks at you quizzically, “Cadet—What are you—”

“You.” You seethes, breathing heavily as you glare at Levi. “Why am I assigned to do laundry instead of joining the expedition?” 

Hange and Erwin turn back to Levi with an alarmed expression painted on their face, as if they were only hearing this for the first time. “Surely, that’s not true,” Erwin chuckles lightly as he grips his hands on the armrest of the chair, shifting uncomfortably underneath the thick tension between you and Levi, “Levi, is this true?” 

“It might be.” He answers dryly, a bored expression in his dark eyes as he glares back at you, “But I’m sorry, am I supposed to be answering to you? Who the fuck do you think you are interrupting a meeting?” 

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” Your new found confidence not only shocks them, but most importantly you. 

You always kept yourself in your place, never needing to be reminded who you are and what you’re meant to do, always biting your tongue and cheek when you’re angry. You never caused any trouble, but always slyly getting your friends out of it. 

That is, until now. 

“Excuse me?” Levi looks at you in bewilderment. 

“What the fuck does doing laundry have anything to do with saving humanity?” You repeated, balling your fists till your knuckles color white. “I’m one of the best and you know it, yet I’m wasting my time cleaning Reiner’s DIRTY UNDERWEAR EVERY DAY.”

“Bold of you to assume you’re one of the best.” Levi is cold as the first winter of the year, looking completely unfazed by flow of your emotions. But you are, indeed, one of the best, nearly surpassing Mikasa. 

Not that he’d ever admit to it.

“Why am I staying behind?” You press, raising your voice as you take a few steps closer to the desk. 

Unfortunately, Hange and Erwin stay in the crossfire of your argument. They’re unsure when to take the beat to get up and leave.

They worry they missed that opportunity a while ago. 

“It’s dangerous and you’re not ready,” Levi clips. 

“I’m ready and you’re just taking your anger out on me!” You counter, “You don’t think I haven’t noticed how you’ve been taking your anger out on Jean and now on me?” 

“You made us work to the bone, but we persevered. We pulled through. So, if I can handle Reiner’s sweaty laundry, then I can handle saving humanity. Grow a pair and let me back in on the expedition.” 

“No.” Levi is stern, the grip in his pen is tight and his knees locked in as his ability to stabilize his emotions withers. 

“Why not?” You groan, throwing your head back. “Because it’s dangerous.” He states matter-of-factly, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. 

“WHY DO YOU CARE IF ITS SO DANGEROUS?” You’re yelling, breaths labored and chest constricting as your frustration grows. You’re completely unhinged and with little to no care in the world how you look like to everyone in the room. Levi bangs his fists against the surface of his desk, swiftly standing from his chair. Erwin and Hange flinch at his sudden aggression, exchanging looks of surprise. 

“BECAUSE IF SOMETHING WERE TO HAPPEN TO YOU, I WOULDN’T KNOW WHAT I WOUDL DO.” 

Silence falls on the room and after a moment, everyone stands on their toes as they reflect the confession that slips Levi’s lips just moments ago. 

You, Hange, and Erwin look at Levi wish a slack jaw and a puzzled expression. 

“I don’t—“ You swallow thickly and take a deep breath, “I don’t understand what you mean… Why would you—”

“Hange,” Erwin calls out to his friend softly as he clasps his hands together, “I think this is the part where we leave.” 

Hange pouts her lip begrudgingly, “But—“ 

“Now.” Against her will and her wishes for juicy gossip, Hange mirrors Erwin’s actions as he rises from the chair and a hunched position and swiftly scurries out the room. 

You and Levi stand in a thick blanket of silence. Levi is a man of many words, though most are painted in aggressive and backs up his violent tendencies, so he admits his worries about someone and that someone being you, it means everything. 

It comes as a shock—a shock that feels electric and runs down your spine, you feel like you’ll lose your breath. “Why…why would you care?” You come down from your anger and the thumping of your heart calms down. “I don’t—I really don’t understand….” 

Levi licks his lips as he loosens his grip; for the first time you can see him clearly without having to second guess it. He shudders a breath as takes a step back from his desk, the chair scrapping against the floor as he abandons the paperwork and slowly yet surely walks to you. 

You grow tense and the budding anticipation in your stomach spreads through your body and up your throat. It’s only until Levi is a few steps away that you finally tear your eyes from him, dancing around the room desperately looking anywhere but him.

Levi halts his movement, only within an arm’s reach away from you. “I’m not good with words,” He admits in a mutter, more to himself than to you, “but I—I would like to be honest because you make me want to be honest.” 

Levi’s gaze wavers along with the rest of him; his arms fall limp , his hands clammy as he twiddles his fingers to ease the fear hammering in his chest. “I have…” Levi speaks softly, a sharp contrast to how he usually his. His voice comes out dry and gravelly as if he had just woken up. 

“I can easily read others as if I was looking at the back of my hand, and I know  when people feel things…But it took me forever to understand what I felt for you and when I finally caught up with it, I didn’t—I don’t know.” 

Hesitantly, as if you were scared to see something contradicting his words, you meet his eyes and you gasp. He’s looking right at you, eyes full of certainty yet wavering in his doubt that he’ll ever get a chance with you.

“What do you mean?” Your words come out so quiet, Levi almost misses it. “What don’t you understand?” 

“Out of all the things I’ve seen and heard, and all the blood my hands have been stained in, you move me.” 

He steps a little closer and you find yourself holding your breath, “You move me.”  

You don’t know what to say. You scan through your memories, all the ones that you had with him and try to remember what you felt. And maybe you did feel something for him, something more than just cadet and captain, but you never let yourself think too far from it. 

You were scared to let yourself fall, but for some odd reason, Humanity’s Strongest was letting him fall on his knees for you.  

You can’t help but smile and your eyes glistening as you take the final step to close the proximity between the two of you. “

If you’re saying what I think you’re saying then,” You sigh as you close your eyes, your breath fanning against Levi’s cheeks, “don’t be shy to move a little more and show me what you mean.”

 Levi’s takes a moment, studying the look in your eyes as he calculates his movements. He feels excited, but fear pulls the rug beneath his feet and all of a sudden he finds himself more scared of you than any mission he’s even been in. 

You hold his face in your hands, smiling at him. “Don’t tell me you’re shy now.” 

And just like that, your words egg him on and have him pushing all his doubt behind him.

 Levi’s lips are soft against yours, the kiss is gentle yet eager to go deeper. He’s reluctant to cage you in his arms, but when he feels you smile against his lips and how your arms wind around his neck, he realizes he’s eases in. 

Levi Ackerman has seen all the uglies in the word, and had his heartbroken one too many times to count, but you are the only one that moves him. 

[echo-hiraeth]

Chapter 3: “Es Tuyo”

Part of the “Illicit Limerence” series

Pairing: Javier Peña x F!Reader

Summary: After having spent some days recovering and getting to her new surroundings the reader goes back to work where she seems to attract some male attention. Javier is displeased and on his breaking point.

Warnings: Major trigger warning: mention of pregnancy termination, cursing, angst, fluff, mentions of injury

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A/N: that photo is totally Javi in that evidence closet

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“That is not how you pronounce that at all”, you cackled from the couch.

Connie threw her hands up in defence: “Well, then how? C’mon help me out here amigo!”

“Amiga”, you corrected, grinning as she set the plate down in front of you.

Your friend shook her head as she took a deep breath, lips curled up in a smirk. “You know, you’re supposed to teach me Spanish, not bully me.”

The door swung open as the both of you ate and laughed together, revealing a more than exhausted Steve. “Murphy, come sit with us, Connie made the most amazing pasta.”

He hung his jacket on the wall and kicked off his shoes before plopping down next to Connie, pressing a short peck to her lips. “What’s got you two all riled up?”

“Connie’s been drinking the night away and I am so sleep-deprived that even the telenovelas have become entertaining”, you answered, mouth full of pasta.

“What’s been keeping you up then?”, he asked while reaching over for a plate.

You shrugged your shoulders: “Just the thought of going back to work tomorrow.. I know it’ll just be paperwork but I-I’m just nervous I guess. I need to figure out a way to talk to Messina about resigning without raising any eyebrows and.. it’s just a lot.”

“You know I can get you another doc’s note”, Connie intervened, tilting her head at you.

“Yeah, I know, Con, I know. I just want to get up and get moving. No offense, but y’all can be boring as hell.”

She playfully threw a pillow at you, which hit you square in the belly, making you huff out a small laugh. “It’s not my fault we both have jobs to do, your highness.”

“When’s that first check-up-thingy of yours anyway?”, Murphy questioned.

“Next week, after hours, but I can get there myself, you don’t have to worry about me.”

“Yeah, not a chance pal, the Sicarios know your face now, best to have a chaperone out there.”

Steve was right and deep down you’d thought about it too. Of course the narco-men already had most of the DEA’s information and agents in their databases, but you were still unknown to them. It was rare for a female agent to work in the field, let alone be placed in Columbia whatsoever, you’d been an element of surprise, but now even that had been taken away by Escobar. You knew a pregnancy meant the end of your career as a DEA agent, at least in the field. The past three days were meant for you to readjust to your temporary living space with your friends, but you’d really only spent it within the depths of your own head. There was so much you had to do and you couldn’t even figure out where to start, you had to tell Javier at some point, quit your job or risk putting him in danger as well and most of all.. tell your parents. The last one could wait, they wouldn’t care much anyways, you figured. But Javier couldn’t, even though you were just over a month along, you knew you’d have to tell him eventually, this kind of thing wasn’t something you could hide forever.

While you were zoned-out, caught within your own head, Steve and Connie watched you. The grip on your plate tightened, eyes staring straight ahead and chest rising and falling more rapidly. Connie carefully put her hand over yours, making you jerk you head towards her, sending a wave of pain through your left shoulder. “I-I think I’m gonna head off for the night”, you mumbled, quickly getting up and putting your half-empty plate on the kitchen counter.

As soon as you shut the door your lips started trembling, eyes burning from the effort of trying to keep the hot tears from spilling. You pressed your right palm to your forehead, mustering up every last ounce of strength to keep yourself at bay. Another deep breath, another memory of his lips on yours, another step towards the bed, another fading remembrance of his rough hands ghosting over your body. This had to stop, you knew it – hell – you’d known from before you even got into his bed. Javier Peña was a bachelor at heart, free of any commitment, who were you to think you could change his mind. Here you were, heartbroken, knocked-up with a fucked-up shoulder, on a pull-out couch in your best friends’ apartment, what a life.

You carefully grabbed a hold of your Walkman, slipping the headphones on and laying down on the bed. You closed your eyes as you listened to the Cure’s “Boys don’t cry”, reminiscing on the hot summer in the States, when you’d bought the cassette and played it on repeat in your car. A soft smile settled on your face and eventually you fell asleep just like that, fully dressed and headphones still on your ears.

Though the next morning, when the three of you sat around the breakfast table, you in yesterday’s clothes and the two of them in their work attire, there was a bit of an atmosphere going on. Not a word was said over breakfast, only increasing the tension even more, making you feel incredibly vulnerable, like a kid scolded by their father, it was odd. It wasn’t until later, on your way to the embassy in Steve’s passenger’s seat that he finally broke his silence.

“Who is it?”, he asked, tone harsher than usual.

You let out a nervous chuckle, quirking an eyebrow in confusion. “Mind giving me a hand here, I’m not sure I-“

“Who did you fuck?”, he interrupted you, voice rigid and determined.

“Steve”, you huffed, “what the hell are-“

“I’m no idiot y/n. Now tell me, who the hell is it.” His frustration started showing in his driving style, his braking much more abrupt than usual.

You scoffed at him, resting your hand on the door handle, at an attempt to feel somewhat secure. “That’s just not none of your fucking business Murphy.”

“It is if I’m losing a partner over it, maybe even two.”

“Peña? Don’t make me fucking laugh”, you lied, voice surprisingly confident. “He’s the biggest jerk there.”

“Then who? Santiago, Lopez, that FBI guy?”, he pressed as he parked the car.

You flipped him off before yanking the car door open, hurrying your way into the embassy. You didn’t bother to stop at the front desk or politely bid you co-workers a “good morning”, no, you just wanted to get to Messina, get your assignments for the day and get to work, away from both your partners.

As predicted, you were to write reports for the foreseeable future, Messina putter her faith in your ability to type them out with just one hand. You’d agreed, not wanting to argue or come up with an alternative yourself and made your way over to your office. Despite your request to be put into a confined space, away from Murphy and Peña, Messina insisted you’d just work at your regular desk, so the two of them could provide you some assistance if needed.

Luckily for you the two of them were out for most of the day, leaving you to work alone, in a comfortable silence. A fellow agent would step in to check if you were alright every now and then, helping you with carrying out file boxes or bringing in new ones. It was times like this that your reputation really preceded you, the sweet girl that would bring coffees on Fridays and bake cookies for birthdays and holidays. You knew your way around the office and compensated for your shortages (aka the fact that you were a woman) by innocent bribery. Lopez had even been so attentive as to bring you a hot lunch, which you gladly accepted and enjoyed in his company.

Steve and Javier were both surprised to see the two of you, laughing and just having a good time. Though they both had different motives, their suspicions aligned perfectly: he’s being too friendly. The two of them walked into the office, yet the two of you didn’t look up, no on the contrary, Lopez leaned in even closer, fidgeting with the sling on your arm.

Javier was not fucking having this today, so he loudly cleared his throat, both of your heads perking up in his direction. Lopez got up off your desk and gave you another smile before walking out of the now-way-too-crowed-with-testosterone office space. He gave the two of them a polite nod, muttering a “Peña y Murphy” before disappearing into the hallway.

“I fucking knew it”, Steve sighed, letting himself fall into his desk chair.

You threw a pencil at his face, chuckling when it ultimately did hit him square in the nose. “You’re a fucking idiot Murphy, Lopez was just bringing me lunch.”

“If you say so”, Steve mumbled, throwing the pencil right back at you.

 The day had stayed calm and you were able to go home without having to talk to Peña at all, to your great relief. The next few days had been the exact same, tonnes of fieldwork for them and an amazing lunch with some of the other agents for you. On Thursday night, when Steve and Javier were working late due to an unexpected lead, you tagged along with the guys, heading out to some bar, where you enjoyed a non-alcoholic beverage or two and even were treated to a lovely platter of grilled goods.

Climbing the stairs to their apartment, you smiled to yourself. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, you had friends and options, maybe Javier didn’t need to be in the picture, maybe it was meant to be this way. As you slipped your key in the door you took a deep breath, you felt at peace. Which was swiftly stolen away from you as a more than distressed Steve and Connie, baby held in his arms, were revealed.

Your keys hit the floor in surprise, face contorting in confusion. You quickly picked them up, nodded at Connie and walked into your room. A kid and an injured friend were too much for anyone to handle, you knew that, the story would follow, but for now you’d be heading back to your place. Steve gave you an apologetic look as you placed the key on the table, offering the both of them a genuine smile on the way out.

As you hauled your bag down the stairs, you let out a pained groan, your shoulder disagreeing with your every movement. On the next floor down, a familiar door swung open, revealing no one other than Javier, shirt halfway unbuttoned. “C’mon, I already made the bed.”

“Oh, no thank you, I’m fine”, you answered, bag falling off of your shoulder.

He shook his head before walking over to you, taking the bags as he urged you to follow him. “You take the bed, I’ll take the couch. Beer’s in the fridge, cigs are on the table.”

You hesitantly trailed after him, cringing a bit when setting foot in his apartment, the memories of the previous nights spent there flooding your mind within mere seconds. “Javi, I’m really fine, I’d rather just go home.”

“M’sorry hermosa, Murphy’s orders”, he said from the bedroom, coming back empty-handed. “We don’t have to talk, you can take a bath if you want, watch tv, just do whatever you want.”

You stood in the doorway, awkwardly watching as he made his way over to the couch, quickly laying down. “The kid..”

“Escobar.”

That’s all you needed to know, you could fill in the blanks yourself. A hand hovered over your abdomen, stomach turning in knots as the mere idea of something like that happening to you crossed your mind. You closed your eyes, a cold shiver running down your back, the bile starting to rise in your throat. It wasn’t just the news, you’d been “lucky” enough to have limited episodes of nausea, but when you did it was either early on in the morning or later at night, never throughout the day, which really helped your work situation.

“Hey, hey, hey, you sick again?”, Javier asked, quickly getting up and rushing over to you.

You braced yourself by placing your good hand on his chest, taking a few deep breaths. “I need to sit down.”

He gave frantic set of nods, putting an arm around your waist and leading you over to the couch, slowly helping you down. He sat down on his knees between your legs, eyes looking over your features, trying to read you. “Concussion?”

You quickly shoved him aside, rushing over to his bathroom where you dropped down to your knees, head hung over the toilet bowl. It didn’t take long for him to follow, one warm hand resting on your upper back and the other holding on to your hair. His eyes were laced with worry and concern, your pained cries mixed in with the retching breaking his heart. With every convulsion of your body your arm bucked along, causing an immense pain to course through your mending bones. When you eventually stopped and rested your head on your arm, which rested on the porcelain itself, he let go of your hair. He disappeared for a fraction of a second, quickly coming back with some water and a towel.

“Do you need to see a doctor?”

You took a sip of the water, eager to get the vile taste out of your system. “No, no, I’m fine, just drank too much.”

He nodded, despite not believing you. He’d seen you drunk before and this wasn’t that. There was no lingering smell of alcohol, no sexual advances, no sarcasm, you were just.. you – except you were lying to his face. Javier decided not to push on it, not wanting to bother you when you obviously weren’t feeling too great.

Eventually you managed to feel somewhat better and get ready for the night, Javier helping you into a fresh shirt, mindful not to hurt you. When it came to it and you went to bed you decided to ask him to join you, not wanting to be alone after having talked over what exactly had happened that night.

The two of you talked about the baby girl and the fucked up shit the sicarios did as you rested comfortably in his arms. It wasn’t anything sexual, you two were solemnly comforting one another after an incredibly rough day. As he spoke, chest buzzing in tune with his voice, his fingers traced weary circles on your side. He just kept talking and venting, knowing fully well you had passed out. That night Javier slept better than he had in ages, it was also the first time the two of you had stayed with one another until the morning. It was nice. None of you had to sneak out or slip away in the middle of the night and the sight of you when he woke up was a welcome one, making him feel at ease. He gently woke you up, helping you into the bathroom where you took a brief shower, the hot water working wonders on your aching muscles.

When you walked into the kitchen, towel wrapped around your frame, Javier was buttering some toast. “Hi, I hate to do this but I can’t quite get dressed..”

He gave a curt not, putting down the knife before walking over to you, taking the bra and shirt from your hands. “What’s with the shoes?”, he asked as he fastened the hooks of your bra.

“Well, don’t need to run for reports.. so no flats.”

Javier gave a low chuckle as he slipped the dress over your head, fingers ghosting over the tender skin of your neck. “Are you sure it’s not Lopez you want to impress?”

Now it was your turn to huff out a laugh. “Javier Peña, do I detect a hint of jealousy?”

“Should I be?”

As soon as you both were dressed and had somewhat of a breakfast you were headed to the embassy. The drive was quiet other than the radio, and surprisingly soothing. The domestic bliss stayed with you as you took a seat behind your typewriter, Javier’s gaze trained on your figure. You thought it was because of the dress, but in all reality he was trying to figure out why in the hell you would lie to him. Maybe you and Lopez were really becoming a thing or maybe the two of you had always been, maybe he was too late. All the more reasons to move on from you, the mere fucking idea of you.

By the time lunch rolled around Lopez found his way to your desk, a plate held in each hand. “Buenas Peña”, the man croaked out before walking over to your desk.

You uncrossed your legs and smiled up at the man, making Javier’s right eye twitch. Upon looking at the plate your face briefly fell, muttering an apology before declaring you were allergic to seafood. That was another fucking lie, Javier thought.

“But Javier enjoys crawfish”, you chuckled, “let him have my plate, I’ll run down to the market myself.”

Before any of them could protest, you grabbed your purse and fled the office, not wanting to experience a showdown of sorts. Javier took the opportunity to just smirk at the other man, grabbing the plate and shooing him out of the office. But not before providing the man with a sassy “piérdete, fracas ado” (get lost, loser).

The short walk to the market and back had given you the air you needed. Your head was spinning once again, the same thing as always: Javi. What the fuck was all this meddling about? He was so nice all of a sudden, domestic even, which wasn’t entirely uncharacteristic as you’d experienced him like this before.. but it wasn’t as if you were sleeping together again. Maybe that’s just what he expected to get from this. Of fucking course he’d take you in to his place. You scoffed before sinking your teeth into the spicy lunch you’d treated yourself to. Walking back into the office you were surprised to find all three desks empty. Well, you were aware that Murphy was unlikely to show up at all with his new responsibility, but Javier? Maybe he’d been requested for some field work.

You set your bag down before making your way over to the kitchen, wanting to grab a fresh drink. But before you could make it there you were pulled into the nearest evidence room, well closet more like, somebody pulling you in by your right arm.

“Mierda Javier ¿cuál es tu problema“, you yelped (Fuck Javier, what’s your issue?).

“I’m not the one lying to everyone’s fucking face”, he replied with a dark laugh.

You swatted his hand off of you and tried to shove past him when he blocked the door. “I’m not in the mood for this”, you warned, eyes locking with his.

“Missing your little boyfriend already?” Your mouth went agape in shock. “You’re not as clever as you think, hermosa.”

“You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about, idiota celoso.” (jealous prick).

He wore a devilish smirk as he moved closer, lips ghosting over your ear shell. “Look who’s the whore now, huh..”

That one hurt, a lot. You pulled back from him, emotion catching in your throat. “Stop..”

“You been sleeping with everyone in the office then? Or were Lopez and I the only ones good enough for you.”

You could barely believe your ears, his evil words making tears form in your eyes. “Javier-“

“I at least thought you would’ve been smart enough not to get knocked up”, his words were laden with disgust and you stumbled backwards, feeling more unsafe than ever with him.

You tried to gather your thoughts and come up with a response but you could only manage a sad laugh as you looked at him. “You’re so fucking naïve.”

“¿Qué quiere decir?”, he inquired, lips pursed together. ‘What are you trying to say?)

“Es tuyo”, you declared. (It’s yours).

Those two words were everything he was so terrified of. You, him, a baby? Fuck. This was no place for a baby, he was no dad-material, shit man, he couldn’t even come to terms with the fact that he longed to be with you, let alone take care of you like that. He didn’t dese- no, you didn’t deserve this, all this- his misery.

“I thought you were fucking safe”, he shouted.

You felt incredibly small now, and even more terrified. “It takes two, you know”, you answered.

Javier took a deep breath, pinching the bridge of his nose as he desperately tried to calm down.

“I-I can give you the money”, he stuttered.

“What?”, you asked, deeply confused.

“To get rid of it.”

If you weren’t infuriated before, you sure were now. The mere mention of it, the mere fucking idea that he wouldn’t even own up to what he did. He’d done it now, but you know what, good. If this is who he really was, then it was best you found out now.

“I-I don’t want you to lose your job..”, he murmured, voice much quieter and soft now.

The tears were streaming over your face at a high speed, blurring your vision as you looked at him. “Move, please.”

“We need to t-“

“Get out of my way”, you screamed.

He hesitantly stepped aside and watched as you speed-walked your way out of there, loudly sobbing and wiping at your eyes. Everyone’s attention was on the two of you, everyone seemingly understanding what had gone down. And as if things couldn’t get worse, around the corner came a familiar tuft of blonde hair, Steve fucking Murphy, giving him the death stare. Well fuck.

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Hi Capri, you're recent "what if I have to go" post got me thinking. How would Leona, Ruggie, Jack and Idia react to an s/o (female) who wants to break up with them? Feel completely free to ignore/delete this If you want 💞💞

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A Sense of Abandonment

Leona Kingscholar

- He wouldn't take it so kindly.

- In the first place,being able to get as intimate as you did with him was hard enough but now you wanted to break it all up?

- "Sure" Is what he'll say, and from how casual and nonchalant it sounded, it was as if he didn't really care, but what he's really saying is "Are you fucking kidding me?"

- If you thought being his partner brought out his predatory possessiveness, you should think otherwise.

- Any other male getting near you was an offense to him now, and he doesn't hesitate to make his aggression known.

- He still acts like you're his and every single time you tell him off for it, he gives you that dull expression of his.

- Leona conflicts you.

- He says he doesn't care, acts cold to you, but then you confront him and and he just toys with your temper

- He's hurt and you've wounded his pride more than it already was before

- Of course you won't be forgiven so easily nor would he be able to forget you

- The way you always seemed to bring out his softer side, and how genuine you were with everything you did for him.

- How did it end up like this? How could he have lost something so valuable without being able to fight for it?

- The breakup leads to a deep rooted frustration for Leona, and before he gets over it, it's going to be a turbulent ride. For both parties.

Jack Howl

- This young pup would be both confused and extremely hurt.

- "Why?" Would be his first reaction to it and even when you try to tell him it wasn't anything personal, he'll see it as him failing to make the relationship work

- He'll put it in his mind that he wasn't good enough and that he had neglected your needs as a partner

- Jack is still rather protective over you but he doesn't really talk or even get near you like he would used to do before the break up

- He'll do a lot of self reflecting and even attempt to get back together, Though he'd see if you were comfortable with it of course

- Unlike Leona, he doesn't hold a grudge against you but whenever you're mentioned near him, Jack's expression turns hard and the heartbreak starts all over again as if it happened yesterday

- It's just a lot of confusion for this young male, and talking it out is the last thing he does because honestly,he doesn't know what to say

- He loved you, still does, but you didn't want to be with him anymore and there was nothing he could do to change it.

- Eventually,he moves on and realizes that in life not everything you love stays with you, but as long as he sees you happy and well, he's satisfied and doesn't disturb your social life or try to include himself in it

- Acceptance is hard but Jack learns to embrace it on his own and sees your falling out with him as a lesson for the next time he gets into a relationship.

Idia Shroud

- It wasn't really a surprise. He was expecting it.

- After all, someone as vibrant as you being with someone as dull as him? It was impossible from the beginning

- So Idia just nods and doesn't even spare a glance as you walked out the door.

- He was expecting it,so it doesn't affect him at all.

- Or so he thought.

- He's online and playing games as he always spends his time when his eyes shift to the one corner of the screen,where messages would pop out and there's one left unread.

- It's your name and it was sent a few weeks before the breakup.

- He's staring at it blankly, not even realising that his hand on the mouse drifts towards it and opens the message.

- [ "Oh my god, I didn't see the message icon until today lmaoo, HI IDIAAAAA." ]

- His chest caves in and for a moment, he doesn't know why he couldn't breath all of a sudden, or why his vision seemed to blur.

- He pushes away from his computer, hands trembling as it clutches his chest.

- Everything hurts.

- He wants to scream but when his mouth opens, nothing but a breathless gasp escapes him and Idia falls to the floor. His figure crumbled and hunched over.

- He can't fucking breath for God's sake,was he dying?

- Ortho finds the blue flamed male desperately trying to compose himself, and the first time he reaches out to touch him, Idia screams.

- "Get the fuck away from me!"

- It's shaky and harsh,almost a grating sound and it makes the younger boy flinch.

- Idia's eyes are just a pool of sorrow and once it fixes on Ortho, they seem to lose their colour.

- "Why..?" He murmurs, gasping for air. When he slams the ground with his fist, the room seemingly tilts and Idia's crying fills in the silence.

- Ortho comforts his brother, quietly listening to his sobs and senseless blabber.

- He keeps repeating the same questions

- "Why?"

- "Wasn't I good enough?"

- "Why didn't I stop her?"

- It's a combustion of anger and sorrow, and poor Idia doesn't handle it well. It was hard enough confronting his emotions when you came to confess to him, but now, you were gone and he was supposed to just be okay with it?

- He doesn't want to hate you, a part of him still hopes for the day you'd come back to him, but each time he somehow passes by you or even hear your name, he feels like burning the entire place down. So he will always find a way to avoid you.

- Idia doesn't even try to talk it out with you or entertain the thought of just being friends. He can't cope with it, thus it's best he did what you did which is go his own way without looking back.

- Ortho gets him back on track by distracting him with either work or new ideas for inventions, and as time passes on, Idia learns to not let his occasional heartbreak bother him as much

- Though a second relationship isn't something he'd dive right into, he might even reject the idea of love all together. But could you really blame him?

Ruggie Bucchi

- Ruggie wished he hadn't gotten so attached in the first place

- He should've known you were going to ditch him soon enough, everyone leaves behind dirt after all.

- He'll play it off like he never took the relationship seriously but it leaves a serious wound on him whether he admits it or not

- Like Idia he tries not to hate you for choosing to leave him but that slight tinge of hurt and betrayal he feels whenever you send him a smile and wave to him as if you didn't just crushed his heart ticks him off

- Ruggie just can't stand to be in the same room as you and whenever people ask him about you, he'll be quick to make the relationship seem like a joke to him

- He doesn't want to go to you and beg you to give him a second chance but he's grinding his teeth when he sees other guys get close to you

- Ruggie's heartbreak comes with Jealousy and anyone trying to take a chance with you is going to find themselves falling over their feet (literally), he'll use his unique magic and make you unapproachable to other guys, anything to make you feel as miserable as him

- There's times when he tries to figure out what went wrong or how he could've made you stay but then the frustration of it all would just lead back to only one solution; No one would wanna end up with a street rat like him.

- To say he'll move on is just another way of saying that as long as he doesn't have to stay inside the same social space as you he'll act like the relationship didn't even exist

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Becoming Human - Chapter 21

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When I woke up again, I knew Leo was gone. I didn’t go through the stages as I had before; I was numb from fear. The look he had in his eyes as I fought and failed to avoid sleep had followed me into my dreams, depicting an enraged Leo taking on the science lab at the office and destroying everything. Would he really be that out of control? I knew he was capable of doing a lot more than a human could. He was made of the best software and engineering in AI robotics. A normal Kboy was trained to not show any harm to humans or their surroundings.

But Leo wasn’t like the others.

My mind slipped back to the night he found out about my incident and how he passed out from the sheer control of resisting an outburst. Could he be somewhere in this world offline from the overwhelming emotions he was feeling?

I felt helpless as I laid there trying to figure out what to do. And after seeing Leo’s phone purposely left on the bedside table, I knew things were worse than I could hope for. I couldn’t help Leo alone. Scrambling around to find my phone, I unlocked it and dialled my most used number.

“Gunhee,” I managed to say when the call connected, biting at my chapped lips a little. “We have trouble.”

“Yerin, it’s after eleven, why are you ringing me?” I could hear the sleepiness in his voice but the idea that it was that late and Leo wasn’t home yet bothered me further. I got up out of bed and began trying to find clothes in the darkened room.

“Leo, he knows.”

The sharp inhale of his breath seemed to waken his senses entirely. “You promised you wouldn’t tell him!”

“I’m only human, I didn’t say it with my own mouth initially either, and you and I both know Leo is able to read our emotions better than we think he can,” I protested, flinging my legs through a pair of sweats that I couldn’t tell belonged to me or Leo until I was having to tighten the waistband. “I was sick and he left when I was asleep. You haven’t seen him today at all, have you?”

Gunhee groaned and I could tell he was rubbing at his face in frustration. “I saw him earlier and he asked me if he could trust me or not. I didn’t know what he meant and I told him of course, that I was always honest with him. He must think the absolute worst by now.”

“Gunhee,” I started, my voice shaking as the panic surged within me. “You don’t think he’s done something bad, right?”

“Of course not, he’s a robot trained to respect our world.”

“Except we all didn’t show him respect,” I mentioned, throwing a hoodie over my head and left my room to go fetch my purse. “Leo has a temper.”

“He has a what?”

“He can experience anger, he’s just very good at suppressing it. But with the look in his eyes that I saw-”

“I’ll be there in five.” The call was disconnected and I hurried to put on my shoes before leaving the apartment, making my way out into the lobby and waiting for Gunhee to show up. Although I knew it was only minutes that I waited, it felt like I stood there for eternity until his car appeared outside.

Running out the doors and right into the passenger seat, Gunhee barely waited for me to close the door before he took off again, a grim expression on his face. His knuckles were white on the steering wheel as he navigated the late night traffic. “You look like shit, and why didn’t you tell me he showed anger before? Was it at you?”

“Didn’t it show up on his records?” Gunhee shook his head at my question and I sighed. “It was over something I need to talk to you about when this isn’t the biggest issue in our lives. That’s odd though, in that moment he must’ve not recorded anything.”

“I trust in you that you’ll tell me when it’s right. Do you have any leads on what he’d do?”

“Last time he just collapsed from holding back.” I grimaced when Gunhee cursed and smacked at the steering wheel. “But I don’t think he’s going to hold back this time.”

“We’ll try the lab first,” he decided and the rest of the ride to Kboys Headquarters was tense and silent. We took the elevator up to the floor we needed, walking through the darkened hallways with a quickened pace until Gunhee used his swipe key to get into the locked down science lab. The lights were out but I could see the faint glow of the multitude of Kboys lined up in the main floor below. They all seemed untouched and my heartbeat eased a little finding no massacre in sight. Gunhee however was frantic, using his long legs to his ability and powering on ahead. Despite being weakened from my emotions and sickness, I managed to jog to keep up with him as he ran down the stairs and over to a room I had never been in.

When I made it to the door I gasped, finding Leo on the floor beside a wall lined with technology that I knew had to be important. Obviously, Gunhee would have guessed Leo wouldn’t use physical strength when he knew of this hub of information was more vital than any Kboy out there.

Leo glanced up at us with darkened eyes, barely smiling at our arrival. Gunhee cursed again as he edged forward. “Leo you didn’t-”

“All the information on your research is held within these backup devices, right? If the office suffers a blackout, the generators keep this information alive. But if someone or something were to manually destroy this system, Kboys would face a huge impact.” He looked up at the doctor when he referred to himself as something lesser than man, his face contorting up with pain. “I thought about attacking all those robots out there that you plan to base off of my mind. I could do it too, quite easily. The temptation was strong.”

Leo got up and Gunhee, despite being taller, looked tiny beside him. Leo sighed heavily. “But I remembered helping you in here the other week, hyung. It would be more devastating if I ruined this entire system.”

“L-Leo,” Gunhee started, and I was startled to see my best friend begin to shake. “You didn’t, y-you-”

“Then I thought about how much work you have all done. How many customers this company has. How many people are employed and rely on having a job here, Yerin included. It’s a curse having a moral compass. How humanlike of such a robot, don’t you think?”

Leo stepped around Gunhee then, coming over to collapse against me as my friend rushed to check that the systems hadn’t been messed around with. I held onto his frame as best as I could but his weight against my weakened body made us both slip to the ground, Leo grabbing me tightly as he buried into me.

“I’m sorry,” I repeated over and over, rubbing at his back as he struggled to remain calm. “I didn’t know how else to cope with it. Please don’t ever run away from me like this again.”

“Don’t give up on me then,” he pleaded from inside my embrace, and I choked back on a sob as I looked up at my best friend and what he and his department had started. I could see the guilt coursing through him as he breathed heavily from finding everything untouched.

Humans were far too cruel, and we were teaching Leo just how bad we could be.

  Despite Leo’s lack of faith in Gunhee, he allowed him to pick us up and drive us to work the next day, my cold easing off enough that I felt like I didn’t need to take another sick day. And whilst Gunhee was more apprehensive than usual, he still tried to make conversation with Leo on the way there, and Leo responded to everything he said. I knew deep down, beyond the betrayal Leo was feeling, he knew Gunhee wasn’t a bad person.

It gave me immense anxiety to leave my boyfriend and best friend to travel alone together though, heading into the call center on edge and bumping into Daniel in the process.

“Oh Yerin-noona, are you alright?!” he cried, helping me upright before I fell and genuinely scanning over me to ensure I was okay. I smiled lightly at him and he grinned after completing his evaluation. “You are fine. Although you were sick yesterday and I can see the adverse signs from that. Would you like me to make you some camomile tea?”

“Actually why don’t you make two, Daniel-ah. Bring them into my office, won’t you?” We both glanced towards Younha, Daniel smiling brightly at her before leaving me to follow my boss into her office. After sitting down, and asking simple questions about my health, she finally asked what I knew was on the tip of her tongue. “That Leo bot we see around the building, he’s yours isn’t he?”

“Not… officially,” I stated weakly, her eyebrows hiking up a little at my vague answer. I sighed, feeling the urge to share everything with her in that moment but knowing the experiment was deemed classified made me hesitate.

“I assumed it was something you couldn’t talk about, given how Doctor Jung has been investing a lot of attention in you of late,” Younha said with a sigh, fiddling with some papers on her desk. “However, I feel like you need someone out of the situation, who understands the complexity of loving a Kboy to talk to. Is that something you’d like?”

I was nodding before I realised it, and soon the journey I had been on so far tumbled out of my mouth with more ease than I expected it to. 

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Pidge with someone tampering with her food? Like on a planet and Hunk Allura and pidge are invited, they offer them food but Pidge and Hunk eat some (Hunk is quickly pulled away so he doesn't eat enough for the poison to affect him) and they try and take Pidge because she's passing out from the "poison") thank you so so much!!!

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“Pidge, you gotta try this,” Hunk gushes.

“No.”

“C’mon, just a bite,” he wheedles.“It tastes just like hazelnuts.”

“No, Hunk.”

“Fine, fine,” Hunkrelents, and returns to his own plate. But Pidge can feel him watching her outof the corner of his eye.

“What?” she finallysnaps - quietly, she can be diplomatic too.

“Nothing!” he sayshastily. “I just-” here we go“-are you sure you’re ok? I know this was a pretty big let-down.”

And suddenly, eating is lookinglike a better option than talking to Hunk. Pidge grabs a spoonful of whateverthis newest alien gunk is on her plate and shoveled it into her mouth, barelytasting the weird flavor. Hazelnuts, her ass. This stuff is nothing likeanything on Earth.

Damnit, Hunk is still watchingher.

“I’m fine,” she saysshortly. “It’s just a setback. Stop pussyfooting around for once and leaveme alone.”

“We’ll find them, Pidge,”Hunk says steadily, and he’s so warm,so fucking comforting that she nearlyloses her shit right there and the only alternative is to shove more terriblealien food into her mouth, chew, swallow, and repeat the process until he getsthe message and leaves her alone.

And he does, he’s damnperceptive, that’s what clued him in in the first place, but now she thinks shemight have screwed up because he’s not gushing about the food anymore, andLance is shooting her a chastising look before turning to devote his entireattention to Hunk and before long the two of them have excused themselves fromthis latest banquet with one of their hosts, going to seek out yet anotheralien sunset, and Pidge can’t find the motivation to get up and find them toapologize so she stays, letting the joyful atmosphere batter at her rockysolitude. It’s great, really. Another planet liberated, another victorysnatched from the Galra’s grasping claws, but the air is bitter, like theaftertaste of what Hunk swore was hazelnuts, tainted by Pidge’s own personalmetric for success or failure. Still no leads on her father and brother. She’sbeen through every scrap of data the Galra on this planet had, every scrap ofdata from every mission they’ve been on, and she’s no closer to finding herfamily than when she hunched on the roof of the Garrison, seeking fruitlesslyfor confirmation of what she knew in her heart, data to back up her bone-deepconviction that her family was alive, somewhere.It’s been over a year since she left that lost, lonely little girl behind onthe roof, and she’s got jack-shit to show for it.

Suddenly it’s all too much andnot enough, too much input and not enough distance and she shoves her chairback to desert the banquet abruptly, ignoring Allura’s disapproval. Thecoalition can go fuck themselves, because if they can’t help her find herfamily then what good are they? Besides, these aliens seem a little too interested in the paladins and theirbond with the lions. She’s had to fend off one too many questions that probejust a little too deep, are a little too personal to her connection with Green.

Distantly, she’s aware that thisis just frustration and too little sleep on top of an extended adrenaline crashon top of more than a year of tension and doubt speaking, but in this moment itfeels much better to let anger course through her hot and swift, buoying herwith a feeling of power and force which that distant part of her knows willfade to cold ash all too quickly.

The corridors in this place areall curved, echoes of the buildings’ outer walls, and it’s all very lovely fromthe air but she can’t seem to find a straight line to her lion for the life ofher and right now all she needs is Green, her cool analytics and rationalprocesses which will bring Pidge back to the mindspace in which she’s at herbest. She’s not the most well-versed in dealing with emotions, others’ or herown, and so when everything crashes over her like it has tonight she’s often ata loss in how to break free of vicious emotional currents that can’t beexplained or sorted or put away.

She needs Green. She needs herfucking lion, like, yesterday. It’s getting harder to breathe, and these damncurvy corridors are fucking with her depth perception and that distant part ofher is piping up again, is this apanic attack? Physical symptoms are similar – elevated heartrate and shortnessof breath colliding to produce dizziness, her temperature perception is off,it’s hot and then cold, shit herecomes nausea. Not a panic attack, then, her analysis provides helpfully.Probably poison. Something about that banquet wasn’t safe for humanconsumption. Fucking hazelnuts.

“Green,” she whispers,curling over herself as she finds stability against the wall. She’s got anemetic in her first-aid kit, if she could just get to her lion. But she’s lost,now, she thinks she was headed the right direction when she left the banquethall but everything is spinning and she’s not even sure if she’s crouched onthe floor or lying on the wall. Maybe the gravity is switching up on her? No,she’s just falling, sliding down the wall to land on her ass and even that’snot good enough because her traitorous spine is curving, bending to deposit heraching head on the floor and maybe she should just sleep this off. That soundslike a great idea, actually, until her analytic side screams at her to get up,keep moving, find someone because ifshe goes to sleep she might die and that gives her enough of a push to rollover and try to get her legs underneath her once more.

She manages to get to her knees,but she keeps tipping forward when she tries to clamber to her feet so she optsto crawl. She leans against the wall as she creeps forwards, using it to remindher of what equilibrium should feel like because she sure as shit can’t keep itstraight for herself. Her vision is greying out, pulsing in time with thenausea in her gut, and her lungs keep squeezing tighter and tighter. Where iseveryone? Why hasn’t she come across anyone?Oh god, the last thing she said to Hunk was so shitty. She can’t remember whatshe said to any of the others, but it probably wasn’t anything more than civil,if that. If she can make it through this she’ll be nicer. And she’ll puttogether a food testing kit for each of the paladins. Really, it’s a miraclenone of them have accidentally ingested something fatal before now. Green,where’s Green? She needs Green.

A pair of feet enter herappallingly narrow field of vision, standing firm and upright with annoyingease. She sinks back to a hunched, seated lean against the wall, using itsstolid support to tip her pounding head up until she meets the gaze of one ofthe aliens hosting them. What are they called again?

“He…lp,” she manages to rasp out.

The alien watches her for aminute, while Pidge’s vision tunnels further, grey leaching inwards inexorablywhile her ribs squeeze tighter and tighter against her lungs. He’s not going todo anything, she realizes. He’s just going to stand there and watch her die.Maybe they think if Voltron loses a paladin while on their planet that one oftheir own will be chosen. Maybe they’re secretly still in league with theGalra. But that doesn’t make sense. She can’t think well without oxygen,apparently.

Pidge tips herself backwards,ready to worm-crawl away from the alien who’s still watching her if that’s what it will take, but the suddenshift in her center of gravity proves to be too much for her overstrainedsystem, and blackness crashes in to take her.

*

When she wakes, she’s strapped toa table, and the spike in the heart monitor they’ve put on her wipes out anychance she had of faking unconsciousness in order to evaluate the situation.

With subtlety off the menu, Pidgeopts for belligerence. “What the fuck are you idiots doing?” she demands,testing the straps they’ve put on her while they’re hopefully distracted by herrunning her mouth. “I’m a Paladin of Voltron. We literally just saved your entire planet from the Galra. Let me go,before this goes further than you can smooth over with an apology.”

The alien ignores her, insteadreaching across Pidge to pull a contraption that resembles a cross between adentist’s mobile x-ray machine and an optometrist’s phoropter over her torso.It’s getting harder to push her fear aside, and the adrenaline from her awakeninghas worn off, leaving her drained and empty. Pidge casts her mind out forGreen, pulling desperately on the tenuous thread of their connection. It’s hardto marshal the focus necessary to connect with her lion; she’s still feelingthe effects of whatever it was that she ate, nausea and dizziness and tightlungs all conspiring to muddy her thoughts and dull her mind.

The alien finishes hispreparations and peers around the edge of the machine at her. “We have askedyour princess to explain to us the bond between paladin and lion, and we havesought the same answers from each of you, but you will not share this knowledgewith us, and we are forced to take what should have been freely given. This isyour last chance to elucidate the bond to us.”

“Why do you want to know?” Pidgedemands. “Voltron saved your planet.” She pauses to fight the nausea and try tobreathe. It’s getting harder, and she feels a pale, petty satisfaction at thethought that they probably won’t get to study her as much as they want if shecontinues to deteriorate at this rate. “This is pretty shitty thanks,” shemanages, “to kidnap someone who just risked life and limb for your people.”

While she talks, she’s stillreaching for Green, pushing past everything that hurts to bridge the distancebetween and her and her lion. Dimly, she feels the connection snap into place evenas her vision greys out further, and the alien’s retort washes over her in ajumble of indecipherable sound. But even as her body is failing her, Green’spresence surges through her mind, lending clarity where she can’t marshal herown, analyzing the situation with her while sending a constant flow ofassurance that she’s on her way. Pidge tunes the alien out, cataloguing her symptomsfor Green, helping her lion assemble them into a file for the rest of her teamwhen they arrive. She’s pretty sure she won’t be up to explaining anythingherself.

Cause: high probability of ingestion of a substancetoxic to human biology, likely at the feast.

Symptoms: gradual onset of shortness of breath, leading toelevated heartrate, approximately fifteen doboshes after beginning ingestion ofthe suspected substance. Note to Hunk:that stuff did not taste like hazelnuts. A sample should be obtained foranalysis and synthesis of an antidote.

Shit they’re drawing blood – no, Green, keep the file going.

Symptoms, continued: Dizziness presented next, though whether aneffect of the substance or a result of previous symptoms undetermined. Nauseabegan soon after. Seems resistant to actual emesis, however. Suggestion: tryinducing emesis to evacuate whatever’s still in my stomach. Vision is greyingout, progressing steadily towards complete loss of sight. Symptoms combinedlead to pervasive muscle weakness, inability to stand. Oh, and balance is affectedas well.

What was that? Pidge snaps out of her compilation of the file forGreen at the trembling of the room around her. Oh. It’s Green. The room shakes harder, sending instrumentsrattling off of trays and sending her captors into a babbling frenzy. Pidgehears Lance’s blaster and Hunk’s shoulder cannon going off, and beyond that thecrashing that usually results when Keith and Shiro start throwing peoplearound.

It all erupts at once, Greenbreaking through the wall while the team charges through the door on the other sideand subdue the aliens that managed to keep their feet in the shower of rubble. Somethingglances off of Pidge’s ribs, and a smaller spray of sharp rocks skates acrossher face. She closes her eyes, since she can’t see anymore anyway.

“Pidge, oh my god, Pidge, wake up!”It’s Hunk. She hears his bayard dematerialize and then his hands are cuppingher face, fingers tapping gently while someone else fumbles at the strapsaround her wrists. Cold fingers – Lance. Someone else is taking the vein tapout of her arm – Keith?

“’M here,” she mumbles. Heroxygen shortage is starting to worry her. “Poi..s’n, Hunk,” she twitches her handto tap at his. “File. In Green.” She has to stop, take a minute to try tobreathe, while he lifts her, cradling her against his big warm chest like ababy and she can’t even find it in herself to be annoyed by the position. It’snice, this time.

“It’s gonna be okay,” he rushes. “It’sgonna be okay. We’ll get you a pod, just stay with me.”

Oh, pod. Probably not going towork. “Not… pod. Poison,” she manages. “File. In Green.” They’re heading up.Sounds like a ramp. Green? Oh, there she is.

“Yeah, we’re in Green. She’s lettingShiro fly her back to the castle. We’re almost there, hang on.”

“No… Hunk. File. In Green.” Howmany times does she have to say this? She’s wasting precious oxygen.

“What file?” Lance picks up on it.“There’s a file here in Green?”

Speaking is too much, now, so shetips her head forward against Hunk’s chest and it must be enough because shehears Lance tapping through Green’s logs. Pidge nudges at Green to bring Pidge’slog to the forefront of the system display.

“Poi…son,” she manages one moretime, and now she really needs to focus on breathing so they’re just going tohave to figure the rest out for themselves.

“Dios,” Lance breathes. “It was the food. That hazelnut stuff.”

Finally.

“Oh, god,” Hunk moans. “You and Iboth ate some too, Lance, why aren’t we sick?”

“You’re bigger than her,” Keithobserves. “And you both only ate a little. Pidge ate a bunch.”

Gee, thanks, Keith. Way to callout a girl on her eating habits.

“We can’t use the pods,” Shirorealizes. “They don’t work on illnesses, and this is too close to a disease.”

“She says we’ll need a sample foran antidote,” Lance continues.

“I’ll go get it,” Keith saysdarkly, and Pidge has a sudden vision of him stomping through the curved halls,fighting his way through their former allies (because she’ll be damned if theylet this particular planet join the coalition after this) in a quest forhazelnut gunk. The thought forces a huff of a laugh out past her laboringlungs, but that was a bad idea because now she’s choking, fighting to get backthe air she just lost. Hunk adjusts her position against him, his large hand rubbingcircles on her back, and it helps a little but she’s still panting for air, blindand achy and dizzy and nauseous and unable to throw up and she just reallyhates this so much.

Green touches down in the castle’shangar, and even though she can’t see she feels it when Hunk stands andeverything spins wretchedly.

“Keith, wait, Keith-” it’s Lance,chasing after the red paladin, judging by the sound of his rapid-fire footsteps.“Wait, Keith, Dios, idiota, I’ve got some of the hazelnut gunk!”

“What?” everyone choruses, andPidge would join in, too, if she could. How the hell did he pull that off?

“It really does taste likehazelnuts,” he says apologetically. “I only tasted a little bit, but we’ve gotthat space cocoa, and I was hoping we could make something like Nutella, butnow that’s seeming like a really bad idea-”

“I could kiss you right now,Lance,” Hunk half-sobs. “Bring it to the medbay, quick.”

Pidge loses track of things for alittle while after that. She focuses on trying to breathe, on the too-slow intakeof oxygen, trying to keep as much of it as she can when every exhale seems to addto the tightness squeezing her lungs further closed.

Something covers her nose andmouth, and she panics for a moment until oxygen rushes in, and she’s never feltso grateful for anything in her life. She gulps it greedily while Hunk andCoran discuss her over her head, using the file from Green and the sample Lancekept to synthesize an antidote.

She loses a bit more time, awashin dizzy nausea and unable to see beyond the field of grey that encompasseseverything when she bothers to open her eyes. The oxygen is helping, but it’sstill hard to breathe and harder to think, so she drifts until something pricksher arm and slowly, so slowly, she feels the relief creep through her body. Thenausea is the first to settle, then the dizziness, and then her lungs easewhile her sight fades back in.

Hunk is leaning over her, hissmile watery and wavery but still there, and Coran hovers at her other elbow, adjustingthe flow from the bag of antidote that’s hooked up to the needle in her arm.Everyone else is at the foot of the bed, Lance and Keith and even Shiro andAllura, and they’re not her family by blood or by name but damnit if they haven’tshoved their way into her heart anyway. Her space family is weird and most ofthe time she doesn’t appreciate them nearly enough, but they’re still here forher, even when she fucks up.

And speaking of which – “Hunk,”she says, rejoicing in the feel of breath flowing freely in and out of her lungs.“I was a major jerk at the banquet. I’m sorry, man.”

“Don’t even worry about it,” Hunksniffs. “I already forgot. You were just upset, I get it.”

“Good,” Pidge breathes, feelingher eyes slip closed again. Being poisoned really takes it out of her, apparently.

“Rest, Number Five,” Coran says. “You’vegot some recovery to come, still. That substance was quite toxic to yoursystem.”

That sounds fun. But the firstpart was good. She’ll take a nap. And when she’s feeling better, she’ll makethose food-testing kits for everyone.

[dacresprincess-blog]

Peculiar Stuff / Chapter 1

Summary: After the death of her brother Gabriel, Y/N is obssessed to find out the real reason why he died. Who would’ve thought that Billy Hargrove would be the one to help.  /Billy Hargrove x Reader

Chapter 1/ Resemblance: On her first day back to school she is confronted with Billy Hargrove who oddly reminds her of someone very close to her heart…

Words: 2,6k

Warnings: Angst, mention of death,insomnia,dead bodies, grammar again

A/N: Inspired by Jhene Aiko’s song New Balance and in general her movie Trip. I am so so excited for this series and I really hope you guys will enjoy it as much as I did writing it. Leave feedback and requests!! xx

Y/N never got sick which meant that she had never missed a school day, ever, except for that one time where her mom had to pick her up because she vomited on Lucy’s shoes in 5th Grade but she was in school that day, so it doesn’t really count. She would always power through and not miss anything under any circumstances but who knew that these would be the circumstances.

Y/N had been tossing and turning in her sheets the whole night, unable to sleep, maybe because she was nervous about going back to school but maybe also because she had been suffering from insomnia ever since it happened.

Her eyes were puffed, and her nose was running when she heard birds starting to chirp outside. The sun was slowly creeping up and it felt like Y/N had been awake the whole night, just staring out of the window on the empty street that was dimly lit by the almost broken street lamp.

She turns around and stares at the clock that hung above her door frame. Just staring at it not having the nerve to read it, staring at the different numbers and the lines that were slowly moving.

4:52 am, she finally figures out. “4”, she whispers silently.

 4 was his favorite number. When he was younger he used to say it was the easiest to do math with. When he became older he read more into it.

“Y/N, there are FOUR Greek elements: air, water, fire, and earth. FOUR seasons: winter, autumn, summer, and spring. FOUR directions: north, east, south, and west. A leap year occurs every FOUR years.”, he was scanning and repeating the sentences of the book that he borrowed from the library. His grin widening across his whole face, making Y/N giggle.

“Okay, Gabriel! Can you eat your food now”, she interrupted him, motioning to his plate in-front of him.

She was still giggling when he was going on about the number with a full mouth of the burnt pasta she had made but he still ate it. He always encouraged her no matter what.

 A tear silently rolls down her cheek causing her to close her eyes.

“Y/N! Where are you?” She hears him yell in a distance making her eyes shoot open only to be exposed to her room, filled with nothingness. 

Her heart starts to race followed by her hands shaking which eventually takes over her whole body. More tears stream down her face and she wipes them away with the back of her hand and then inhales deeply before letting out a shaky breath. She squeezes her eyes shut before opening them again and stares at the clock once more.

5:30 am. She decides to finally get up. Maybe a shower will help. She sluggishly forces herself to stand on her feet, flinching when she touches the cold floor. Her body was aching from the little sleep she was getting the last few weeks, but she got used to it. It was just the pain in her heart that she wasn’t getting used to.

She finally makes it to the bathroom and lets the water run hot before stepping in.

“Y/N look! “, he pointed to the sunset in the distance as they were driving back home from the movies. He loved the sun. He loved to capture it and asked Jonathan Byers to take as many pictures as he could just for him so that Gabriel could hang them in his room and in his locker.

It was the same sun that was now slowly emerging from behind the horizon and Y/N eyes were set on it, watching it.

Was he watching too?

 Y/N quickly got dressed and then decides to go downstairs and get something to eat, hearing her stomach grumble already. Y/N furrows her brows and tries to remember what she ate or even if she ate something yesterday.

An apple,she remembers. When she ran out of the house thinking she heard Gabriel’s Camaro drive down the street only to be met with the too familiar empty street and the car still covered by the black tarpaulin in the driveway. No, she didn’t eat the apple. She threw it on the ground in frustration and let out a groan before turning back and stomping inside.

Finally, she realizes she didn’t eat anything yesterday. She quickly slurps down her cereal milk after she finished eating and then gets up to drink a glass of water.

7:30 am.

Her thoughts are suddenly interrupted by a knock on the door. She puts her glass in the sink and then goes to open the door.

“Hey.” Jonathan was standing in front of her. His brown fringe covering bits of his eyes and his patterned shirt peeking out under his dark washed black denim jacket. His voice was rough, he probably didn’t sleep either considering the bags under his eyes which hung lower than usual.

She offers him a small smile, trying to hold back her tears when she sees his face. “You ready?”, he asks, and she nods quietly before grabbing her bag that she put next to the door while she was waiting for him.

 Jonathan had called her yesterday evening with a shaky voice and asked her if it was okay to come pick her up. She didn’t reply right away because she wasn’t sure if she even wanted to go to school. 

She wanted to lay under her covers and slowly melt away into nothingness but Jonathan’s voice on the other end of the speaker convinced her that maybe it was better to distract herself from it and now she was here, sitting beside him in his trusty Ford LTD.

She was familiar with the car because Jonathan was the only one Gabriel had trusted enough to drive her home from parties that she didn’t enjoy as much as Gabriel did. Music was softly playing in the background and Y/N was looking out the window, watching the trees be replaced with the brown building and the parking lot of the school filling up.

Jonathan parked the car and turned off the engine. “Y/N”, he softly says causing her to turn her head towards him. “You know my schedule. If anything happens or you just want to go home, look for me and I’ll drive you. Alright?”, he tilts his head offering her a soft smile which she returned and nodded wordlessly. 

She opens the door and inhales deeply.

School without Gabriel. She had never gone to school without Gabriel since 1st grade. He was always by her side. They weren’t just siblings, Gabriel was her best friend.

She looks over the crowds of people who were talking and laughing trying to find a familiar face, trying to find his face but she couldn’t. Everyone she looked at, looked unfamiliar. Everyone she looked at, looked different.

The whole vibe was different than before. As much as he loved the sun Gabriel himself was always referred to as happiness in person. He was friends with everyone and everyone knew him and greeted him when he walked through the hallways of the school. But now everyone noticed that he was gone, and it didn’t make Y/N’s life any easier.

She walks towards the entrance with Jonathan by her side. Her backpack slipped on one of her shoulders, gripping tightly at the strap. She was met by empathetic faces and sorrowful smiles till she made her way to her locker. It frustrated her.

They didn’t know how he had died. They think it was an accident. He had gotten too drunk and walked off the cliff that leads straight into the lake.

At least that’s what they had told Y/N, but she didn’t believe a word that left the white-haired men’s mouth that sat in front of them, after they had shown her and her mother Gabriel’s body, laying on a silver metal table, through a glass window.

Gabriel would never get that drunk. He could hold his liquor, he wasn’t Keg King for nothing.

The body they showed wasn’t him. It didn’t look like him and something was off about the way the man spoke about Gabriel. Y/N was watching him and counting along in her head as he wasn’t blinking for a minute straight. His movements were picked out very precisely. It was as if he had read a thousand books on how to show human condolences but still, he didn’t know how to portray it well enough.

 Y/N retrieves her books for her first period and shuts the metal door. She starts making her way to class when she suddenly spots brownish curls through the crowded hallway. The same unique brown tone he had. Y/N would always get jealous of him because his hair color would lighten with the sunlight and darken with the moonlight.

“It would look so much better on me anyways.”, she always used to say.

She narrows her brows and squints her eyes trying to see clearer. Mumbling a “see you later” to Jonathan before she follows the brown locks through the hallway.

The head was moving away but fortunately, the people behind him were too. One by one everyone made their way aside, parting as if they knew that Y/N was coming.

Y/N could see that the head was connected to a pair of broad shoulders which were hugged by a denim jacket that looked too familiar. Y/N’s heart started to race as she picked up her speed, carrying herself towards the boy. He was walking with his head up high and his shoulders back relaxed. Y/N swallows and her palms began to sweat. To the light washed denim jacket he was wearing a pair of matching jeans.

Y/N’s eyes became watery as she kept following him. His hands were moving to his sides and Y/N’s eyes caught how his thumb moved over his index finger then over his middle finger, cracking them one by one. She hears the cracks echoing in her ears and she has no doubt anymore. It had to be him.

How could he come back and not tell her? A tear left her eye which she quickly wept away and picked up her pace, now running towards the boy.

“GABRIEL!”, she yells out, not getting any reaction from the boy in front of her. “GABRIEL! Wait!!”, she yells out again before she finally reaches the boy, grabbing his shoulder. Her hands were shaking uncontrollably when the boy turned around. “Gabriel? “, she whispers breathlessly as she was confronted with an unknown face looking down at her.

Her heart skips a beat and her eyes widen as she is slammed back into the harshness of reality.

“Oh…I-I´m so so sorry “, she manages to get out and looks down at the ground, then quickly looks up to wipe away another tear. The boy just stood there confused, his brows narrowed, waiting for her to continue to speak. “I thought you were…”, she takes a deep breath before choosing her next sentence. “I thought you were somebody else. I’m sorry.” She offers him a half-hearted smile and sniffs while fidgeting with the ring on her thumb.

She quickly turns around and disappears into her classroom, leaving the boy standing in the hallway just as confused as before.

Fortunately for Y/N, she hadn’t seen the boy that she had the awkward encounter with for the whole day and she was getting through the day without any major breakdowns with the exception this morning. She made it through her last period and then walks to her locker, emptying out her backpack and taking the books, she would need for her homework.

“Ready?”, a familiar voice comes up behind her. She closes her locker door and turns to meet Jonathan’s pair of brown eyes. She hums and starts to walk beside him, making their way outside. Jonathan was telling about his day when Y/N’s eyes suddenly land on a familiar pair of headlights of a car, making her stop in her tracks.

She shakes her head and squeezes her eyes shut, thinking that she was probably hallucinating just like she was this morning. She opens her eyes, but it was still there. A light blue Camaro parked selfishly taking up two parking spots. Her heart rate increases again.

“Everything okay?”, Jonathan’s voice snaps her out of her thoughts. She hums before answering. “Yeah.” But her eyes didn’t leave the Camaro which Jonathan notices and then follows her gaze.

He sighs deeply once he realizes what was going on. “G ‘s black one is so much better, right?”, he says softly trying to gain a chuckle from her. She doesn’t answer and starts to walk towards it, forcing Jonathan to do a little jump to catch up with her.

Someone was playing mind games with her and she wasn’t having it. 

She was never big on cars, but she knew that it was exactly the same model as his, even though she hadn’t seen Gabriel’s since her parents decided to put that ugly tarpaulin on it. She was now standing in front of the blue car and didn’t hesitate to touch it. 

“Y/N”, Jonathan starts to speak looking across the parking lot visibly nervous. “I don’t think you should…”, he tries to add before he is interrupted by her shushing him and holding her index finger of her left hand up.

She crouches down and follows along the paint of the car trying to find that one dent she had put in when Gabriel first got his car and decided to teach his younger sister how to drive it. She had hit the side of the car on the garage wall as it stalled when she turned the key in the ignition causing Gabriel to burst out into laughter while she was apologizing to him with teary eyes.

It wasn’t there, she was furious. Someone had taken her brothers car, repaired and repainted it.

“It’s a pretty car, I know. But could you kindly take your hands off it”, a deep voice remarks. Y/N’s gaze looks up to meet the same face she had seen this morning. 

The boy had put a cigarette in his mouth and was now trying to light it, holding a hand up to the flame to block out the wind. Her hand didn’t leave the car while she watches him as he took his first drag blowing a smoke cloud into the air which disappeared quickly the wind pulling it away.

“Sorry Billy.“, Jonathan manages to say, pressing his lips together and then grabs Y/N’s arm to pull her away from the car. “Come on Y/N.”, Jonathan whispers into her ear and yanks her away causing her to walk backwards. Y/N’s eyes were still locked on the boys who took another drag from his cigarette and then crossed his arms over his body, watching both of them leave.

“Wait!”, the boy suddenly speaks up causing Jonathan to stop dragging Y/N and turn around. The boy takes a few steps forward and comes to a halt in front of them.

“You know…if you want to take a ride in it. You just have to ask ,doll.”, he states before letting out another smoke cloud then running his tongue across his lower lip before smirking. 

Y/N’s heart sinks as she watches him, it was as if Gabriel was standing right in front of her. She had never met anyone that would run his tongue over his lower lip,apart from Gabriel. It was G’s thing and he would annoy Y/N with it anytime she was angry with him.

The boy in front of her puts his cigarette into his mouth letting it hang from the corner of his lip before extending his right arm to her, holding his hand open for her to shake it. Y/N mirrors his action and meets his hand with hers, he puts his left hand on top of hers and shakes her hand softly.

“I’m Billy. Billy Hargrove.”

“Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N”

[softspideys]

Through the Years (Tom Holland x reader)

summary: you and tom recall the highs and lows of your relationship, all while having your first dance at your wedding

warnings: none

words: 3.1k

pairings: tom holland x reader

a/n: I MAY HAVE GONE SLIGHTLY OVERBOARD WITH THIS OOPS. anyway this was requested by @propsandpines, who asked for a story based off the song “Perfect” by Ed Sheeran so if there is anyone to blame for how fluffy this is.....it is her. I’ve never written anything about Tom before so hopefully I got his personality somewhat right? idk anyway I hope you like it:) 

I found a love for me

Darling just dive right in

And follow my lead

“If everyone could turn their attention to the dance floor, where the bride and groom will now have their first dance as a married couple,” the DJ announced.

“That’s us,” Tom said with a grin, holding out his hand. “You ready?”

You’d spent the entire day practically delirious with happiness, but seeing everyone’s eyes on you still made you a little nervous. “Uh . . .”

“Darling,” Tom laughed. “C’mon, it’s just us.” You allowed him to take your hand and lead you out onto the dance floor.

The soft, slow notes of your favorite song began to play, and you put your arms around Tom and started to dance, practicing the steps you’d been taught at that silly dance class the two of you had been going to all month. The class was really more for you than him, but he insisted on accompanying you anyway.

“Can you believe we’re married?” you asked for what seemed like the billionth time that day. And for the billionth and one time, Tom shook his head, smiling.

“No. Still feels like we just met yesterday.”

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'Cause we were just kids when we fell in love

Tom had recently taken up going grocery shopping in the middle of the night. He found it was just easier when the place was empty and the only cashiers were either middle-aged people who didn’t know him or college-aged students who were so tired they wouldn’t recognize him anyway.

He was used to being one of the only people in his favorite 24-hour store, so it was quite a surprise when he turned the corner into the frozen food aisle and saw you standing there. You had your chin balanced on your fist, studying something inside the display case like it was a painting at a museum.

Tom’s first thought was well, this is new. His second thought was that you were possibly one of the prettiest girls he’d ever seen. Maybe the prettiest girl.

You didn’t notice as he slowly approached. He didn’t want to be creepy, so he pretended he needed something in the case next to you. He just really wanted to know what you were staring at so intently.

It turned out to be ice cream. He fought back a grin as he said casually, “Having a tough time deciding?”

You blinked at him, like you’d just noticed he was standing there, but then you smiled. “Yeah, you could say that.”

“Well, maybe I can help. You know, like be the tiebreaker. If you want,” he added hastily, because you didn’t appear to have recognized him, so what if you thought he was just some weird dude grocery shopping at midnight (which he technically was)?

But thankfully, you laughed. “Okay. I’m deciding between Chunky Monkey and Half-Baked.”

“Oh, man,” Tom said. “How is that even a question? You gotta go with Half-Baked!”

“You think? I get it every time, so I was wondering if I should switch things up.”

“No, absolutely not,” Tom said, shaking his head. “If it’s good, why change it?”

You laughed again and threw your hands up in defeat. “Okay, you’re right. Half-Baked it is.” You reached into the case and pulled out a carton. “Thanks for helping me . . .”

“Tom,” he said quickly. “My name’s Tom.”

“Y/N,” you said, shaking his hand. “Nice to meet you.”

“You too. Have a good night.” Tom turned to walk away, but stopped himself. You’re insane, dude, he thought to himself, but really, was that even new information?

Before he could stop himself, he turned around and said, “Hey.” You looked up at him, and he continued, “This might be kinda weird, but do you think I could have your number? And maybe, like, call you?”

You stared at him, and just as Tom was getting ready to file the restraining order himself, you smiled. “Sure. I’d like that.”

He resisted the urge to do a victory dance as you exchanged numbers. “Cool,” he said, nodding. “Very cool. I’ll, uh, call you sometime. Sometime soon.”

“Great,” you said, smiling again. “I’m looking forward to it.” Tom waved to you and turned to walk away again. He couldn’t believe that he’d gotten through that entire interaction without you knowing who he was (not that that was a bad thing). However, as soon as he had that thought, you called out, “See you later, Spider-Man.”

Tom spun around and gaped at you. You were grinning slyly, and he couldn’t help but laugh, shaking his head. Yeah, you were definitely a keeper.

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I found a woman, stronger than anyone I know

She shares my dreams, I hope that someday I'll share her home

“Happy birthday, love,” Tom said quietly into the phone.

“Aw, thanks,” you answered sleepily.

He furrowed his eyebrows. “Wait a second, did I wake you up? Shit, what time is it? I keep forgetting about the time difference. I’m sorry.”

You laughed, and Tom’s heart ached. He’d been away promoting Spider-Man for about two weeks now, and the distance was killing him. He missed waking up to you in the morning and kissing you good-night. You’d been dating for about six months now, and it felt like he was constantly on Cloud 9.

It was almost like a dream, being with you. Things were just so good. You were funny and sweet and beautiful and you loved spending time with his family just as much as you liked hanging out with him. You made him feel normal, like he was just Tom.

“S’okay. You can say you were the first person to wish me a happy birthday.” He could tell you were smiling.

“I hate this,” Tom said with a sigh, rubbing a hand down his face. “I hate missing your birthday.”

“Thomas,” you said, and he could practically see you rolling your eyes. “It’s okay. It’s not your fault.”

“I know, but . . . it’s just not fair.”

“You’ll be at my next one,” you said simply. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll have plenty more birthdays for you to attend.”

Occasionally you did stuff like that, dropped hints about him staying in your life for a while, and Tom would be lying if he said it didn’t make his heart skip every time.

“I just miss you,” he said softly.

“I know. I miss you too. But you get to be Spider-Man and travel around the world and promote your movie to millions of adoring fans, and that’s amazing. Look on the bright side, okay? You’ll be home in a week.”

“You’re right,” Tom said, shaking his head. “How are you always right?”

“Because I’m awesome,” you said, like it was obvious.

Harrison appeared suddenly. “Dude, you ready? They need you out there.”

Tom sighed. “I gotta go. I’m sorry.”

“No worries. Go be Spider-Man. Tell Harrison I said hi.”

“I will. Happy birthday again. I’ll see you soon.”

“Tom?” you said before he could hang up.

“Yeah?”

You hesitated. “I’m really proud of you.”

Tom felt a lump settle in his throat. It never failed to amaze him how supportive you were of him, how much you believed in him and pushed him to be his best. He could only hope that one day, he’d be able to make it up to you. “Thank you,” he whispered. “Happy birthday, my love.”

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We are still kids, but we're so in love

Fighting against all odds

I know we'll be alright this time

“You knew what you were getting into!” Tom said heatedly. “You knew that this wasn’t going to be easy!”

“How could I have prepared myself for this?” you shouted back. “I’m just a regular person.”

“Oh, and I’m not?”

“You know what I mean! This is your job, this has been your job for years! I’m - I just - it’s too much for me!” You did your best to hold back the tears that were threatening to pour from your eyes, but you weren’t succeeding so far. You stared at Tom’s angry face and wondered how things had gotten so messed up.

It was coming up on your one-year anniversary. Tom had surprised you with flowers and a romantic, home-cooked dinner. The night was going perfectly until he had to keep excusing himself to answer phone call after phone call from his agent, from studio executives, from God-knows-what. Frustrated, you asked if he could just put down the phone for one second. And things blew up from there.

“Well gee, Y/N, I’m so sorry this hasn’t been easy for you. Would you like me to just quit all of this? Would that make you happy?”

“That’s not what I meant and you know it!”

“I don’t understand what you want me to do,” Tom snapped. “This is my job. Sometimes it gets in the way of things.”

“Sometimes?” you said incredulously. “Try all the time! You missed my birthday and I didn’t complain. You had to leave on Valentine’s Day and I didn’t say a word. And now this! Well, I’ve had enough, okay?”

You both fell silent at your words and, more importantly, what they implied. You bit your lip but didn’t take it back. It was something you yelled off the top of your head, something you knew would hurt him, but maybe it was the right thing to do.

“You’ve had enough,” Tom repeated, his voice going oddly calm. “What does that mean?”

“I - I don’t know,” you said softly, tears flowing freely down your face now. “Maybe we just need to take a break for a while. Have some time apart and figure things out.”

Tom stared at you for a long time, his face blank. “All right,” he said finally. “If that’s what you want.”

You certainly weren’t expecting that reaction. You thought he would argue against it, beg you to stay, fight for your relationship. Maybe he actually agreed. Maybe a break was the best thing for you. But your heart said otherwise; it was practically in pieces.

It was getting late, so the two of you wordlessly cleaned up your disastrous dinner and got ready for bed. There was nothing else to do anyway. You felt foolish wearing the cute lingerie you’d picked up specially for tonight. It all seemed stupid now.

You were at Tom’s house, so it didn’t feel right to make him sleep on the couch. But climbing into bed didn’t feel good, either. You kept a careful distance from him, saying nothing more than a stiff “Good night,” before trying to fall asleep.

After waking in the middle of the night from a fitful sleep, you stared at Tom’s back for a few minutes before you whispered, “Tom?”

You were afraid he’d be asleep, but he rolled over immediately. As soon as you were facing each other, you both said at the same time, “I’m sorry.” 

“I don’t want to break up,” you whispered. “I didn’t mean it.”

“I don’t either,” he said quietly. “I’m sorry everything is hard. It’s hard for me too. But you make it better.” You nodded, and he added, “I’m sorry I ruined our anniversary.”

“You didn’t,” you said immediately. “And we’ll have plenty more to celebrate anyway. It’s okay.” Tom cracked a tiny smile and you kissed him softly. “I love you so much. Go to sleep, okay?”

“I love you too,” he mumbled, already drifting off. You listened to the sound of his steady breathing for a long time. You knew it was going to be hard to get through all of this. But you did love Tom, more than anything in the world. If anyone was worth it, it was him.

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Be my girl, I'll be your man

I see my future in your eyes

“God, it’s so nice out,” you said, tilting your head back to feel the sun on your face. It was the first warm day of spring, and you and Tom were taking advantage of it by going for a walk in the park.

“Yeah,” he agreed. He’d been acting strange all morning, as if he was nervous about something. He was the one to suggest the walk, claiming he wanted some fresh air.

You swung your joined hands together as you strolled along. All around you, flowers were blooming brightly and tree branches were rustling in the breeze. The sun was warm, but the air was cool enough to need a light jacket. It truly felt like a perfect day.

Tom kept fidgeting next to you, and you glanced at him. He was staring straight ahead, looking almost ill. “Are you okay?” you asked finally.

His eyes snapped over to you. “Yeah, I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I be?” he said, a little too quickly.

You snorted. “I don’t know, you tell me. You’re being weird.”

“I’m not weird. You’re weird.”

You rolled your eyes. “Okay, whatever. Where are we going, anyway?”

“You’ll see.”

He led you over to a bench that was overlooking a small duck pond. You smiled at the baby ducks bumbling around in the water. “Do you know where we are?” Tom asked.

You dropped his hand to walk around, looking at the big tree next to the bench before you lit up in recognition. “Yeah! This is where we had that picnic a few years ago.”

“Uh-huh,” Tom said as you peered down at the water, absently wondering how cold it was. “This is where we had our first date. I made you laugh so hard soda came out of your nose.”

“God, don’t remind me,” you groaned. “That was so embarrassing.”

He chuckled. “It was cute. You were so cute. You still are.” He paused. “This spot is where I fell in love with you. It was only our first date, but I think I knew, even then . . .”

As you listened to him, your heart started to beat faster, but you had no idea why. What was going on? What was he getting at? “Y/N?” Tom asked.

Slowly, you turned around. Tom was on one knee a few feet away, smiling at you with an open ring box in his hand. You felt your legs turn to jelly. “What are you doing?” you whispered.

“You make me so, so happy. Happier than I ever thought a person could be. And we’ve been through everything together and we’re still here. There is no one else in the world I want to be with. I love you so, so much. I want to build a future with you. Will you marry me?”

“Oh my God,” was all you could say. You couldn’t believe this was happening. You could feel a mixture of emotions bubbling inside of you: shock, confusion, excitement - but most of all, happiness.

Tom was still looking at you, a little nervously. You realized you hadn’t said anything, so you nodded vigorously, tears already filling your eyes. “Yes, yes, yeah, yes.”

His entire body sagged in relief as a smile broke out onto his face. You held your hand out as he slid the ring onto your finger before you practically yanked him to his feet to kiss him. It was an awkward kiss, since you were both smiling and crying and laughing, but you’d never felt so happy in your entire life.

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When I saw you in that dress, looking so beautiful

I don't deserve this, darling, you look perfect tonight

As you and Tom swayed back and forth, you looked over his shoulder at all of your guests. At one table you saw your parents, smiling through their tears. Next to them you saw Tom’s parents, who were practically glowing as they watched you dance with their son. All of your friends and family were at the surrounding tables. Everyone had their eyes on you and everyone looked happy.

“Did I mention how beautiful you look tonight?” Tom murmured, making you blush. You couldn’t believe he still had the ability to make you feel like you were a high schooler with a crush, even after all this time.

“Several times, yes,” you teased.

“Well, here’s one more: you look absolutely beautiful.” He paused, his eyes flicking up and down your face. “God, I can’t believe this. I can’t believe . . . you.”

You rolled your eyes. “Oh, stop.”

“No really!” he insisted. “If you could see what I see, you’d understand. I’m so lucky to have you.”

You leaned forward and kissed his shoulder. “I’d say I’m pretty lucky too.”

The two of you danced in silence for a little bit. You couldn’t believe that you were here, dancing with the love of your life at your wedding. If someone had told you all those years ago that going to the grocery store at midnight to get some ice cream would be the best decision you’d ever make, you’d probably have laughed in their face. Now, all you could do was smile up at your husband and remember how awkward and sweet he was as he told you to go for Half-Baked.

Tom looked down at you, at your bright eyes and your beautiful white dress, practically radiating love and happiness, and congratulated himself for being a weirdo that one night in the store, because it landed him his wife. He couldn’t believe that after everything, you were still here, but he was glad you were.

“Forgive me for repeating myself for the millionth time, but . . . you look perfect, darling.” He pecked your lips. “Or should I say Mrs. Holland?”

You felt a shiver run down your spine at those words. “Mrs. Holland,” you repeated. “I like the sound of that.”

Tom smiled as the song ended and your guests began to join you on the dance floor. “That’s good,” he said. “Because you’ll be hearing it for the rest of your life.”

[beatricethecat2]

out of place, out of mind - 6

(Read first) one step forward, two steps back (v.2.0): part 1+ part 2, (Previously) out of place, out of mind: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5

One last adventure before wrapping this up! I hope you’ve enjoyed reading this, I had a lot of fun cobbling it together. To repeat, this is an Instinct replacement-and-forward fix it fic, in six chapters. I'll fix typos later and thanks for reading!

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Myka and Leena make their way through the stacks to the vault of stored agents rooms. Leena cues up the Warehouse 12 sector, and they enter Helena’s bedroom.

“What exactly are we looking for?” Myka says, skimming a hand across Helena’s mahogany desk, in awe of the plans it bore witness to in its day.

“I’m not sure,” Leena answers, pulling a book off of a shelf and flipping through.

“Why did we start here?”

“Honestly? It’s the first thing that popped into my head.” Leena closes the book and looks at Myka. “It’s just a hunch, but I think the Warehouse is guiding me. It didn’t mean to leave Helena behind.”

“Then zap her back!” Myka shouts, waving her fist in the air, eyes darting around the room as if Helena will materialize in front of them.

“It would if it could, but I don’t think it—”

A loud thunk cuts Leena off, and they both turn around. Myka bends down and picks up a book on the floor, taking care to keep it open to the page it fell open on.

“This is one of Helena’s diaries,” Myka says, eyes widening. “This entry starts, ‘Had a lively discussion with a burgeoning architect on the merits of William Burgess and utopian space. And when I say lively, I mean miserable, for the man was an absolute pillock.'”

Leena sniggers and Myka smirks, her eyes skimming down the page.

“Listen to this: 'Oh how I blister under the weight of these so-called 'master builders,' their minds as insufferable as the rat mazes they design. Were I to lord over my own home, walls would be raised according to use, not gender; my genius never hidden behind propriety. I’d strew my tools about willy-nilly, stock my library to the hilt, and share my bed, openly, with another woman. It seems so little to ask, yet brazen considering this society I’m bound to. I dearly hope a future life shall find me settled as such, dwelling in a home of our own. Only then shall my heart be captured by another.'"

“Wow,” Leena says.

“Yeah,” Myka says, noting the exact date. “She was sixteen, maybe seventeen? And pretty miffed.”  She turns the page and folds it out, once, twice, three times, then stares, dumbstruck.

“What is it?” Leena asks.

“Um, plans for a house?”

Leena leans forward and studies the drawing. “That open plan looks pretty revolutionary for the time."

“Leave it to Helena to predate the modernists. Hey, is it glowing?”

“I don’t see anything.”

Myka lays the book on the desk and rubs her eyes, but the glow remains. She turns the plans to the left then the right and looks around the room. “We came in there. So if I’m reading this right, we’re here.” She points to the plan. “Which means there should be something over there we can go through.” She points to the bookcase.

“Hidden passage? Very Victorian.”

“I’m sure Helena had an escape route for everything.”

They feel around for a catch or a lever and tip books back, but nothing activates a door.

“What are we missing?” Myka says, kicking the bottom of the bookcase out of frustration. There’s a click, and the case moves an inward an inch. A bright light spills out from a crack.

Myka looks at Leena. “What do you think?”

“I think this is where things get interesting.”

They work their way through a series of rooms, each intimately related to Helena. Bookcases prove portals in every instance including an inn, a ship, and even a yurt. One room, obviously in France, must be the house where Christina died, as a distinct chill fills the air. The one after that leads to Helena’s workshop in Warehouse 12, but the bookcase yields no door.

“Why won’t it open?” Myka says, riffling through plans on a table, squinting to find a glow.

“Anything?”

“Nothing.”

“I think we’ve hit a dead end.”

“There has to be something after this.”

“She was bronzed after this.”

“Then why did the Warehouse bring us here?” Myka says, eyes wild and round.

“It doesn’t know exactly where she is,” Leena says, in her most comforting tone. "Let’s retrace our steps. I bet we missed something important.”

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Much to Myka’s dismay, nothing of interest pops up, and they find themselves back at square one.  

“Should we try Helena’s Warehouse 13 room?” Myka asks. "We could bring this with us.” She holds up Helena’s diary.

“We can’t. Only Helena can take things from her room.”

“Bummer,” Myka says, staring at the tome. She reads over the entry once more, then places it on the desk.

They move back to the controls and Leena cues up the Warehouse 13 section, then make their way to Helena’s room. It's sparsely decorated with few personal items, reflecting the little time Helena spent in it.

“Maybe this isn’t right either,” Myka says.

“Or maybe we follow the same path.” Leena walks up to the bookcase and kicks the bottom panel. It swings open just a crack.

Myka smiles and Leena waves her through.

The next room, if it could be called that, is devoid of any demarcations. It’s grey and vast and wall-less through and through.

“This must be inside the orb,” Myka says. She and Leena stand back to back for fear of losing each other in the vast nothingness.

“How are we going to get out of here? I don’t know what direction I’m facing.”

“Neither do I.”

“Is this what it was like where you were?” Myka asks.

“I don't think so. It wasn’t this cold. Or oppressive.”

No wonder Helena has a hard time knowing who and where she is. “What are we standing on?” Myka says, stamping her foot, the sound echoing throughout the space.

“Good question,” Leena says, crouching down and skimming her hand over the floor. Her fingers catch on the edge of something, and she pries it up.

“Trapdoor,” Leena says.

They peer down into a black hole, then look at each other.

“Can’t be worse than this place,” Myka says.

“Don’t say that out loud.”

They jump into the hole and land somewhere familiar.

“Emily’s.”

“Interesting,” Leena says, quirking a brow as she scans the room.

“I think I know what’s next and I really don’t want to go there.”

“It didn't take us into the bronze, so I doubt it’d take us there. I’ll look for a portal anyway."

Myka hopes Leena’s right but also doesn't, because if she is right, they’ve hit a dead end again. Memories from Emily’s apartment come flooding back, and she grabs at the edge of the desk to steady herself.

"Are you ok?” Leena says, scurrying over to assist. “Sit. I’ll look around.”

Myka does as instructed, breathing deep breaths to calm down.

“No portals,” Leena says as she joins Myka on the couch. “But this place is a trip. In the bedroom, on her nightstand, there’s a picture of her and her cat dressed as twinsies.”

“She loves that cat.”

“H.G.?”

“No, Emily.”

“Emily’s still around?”

“Sometimes. H.G.’s wrestling with a lot of personalities lately. Most are artifact induced.”

“‘Ah, ‘the cowboy.'”

“Yeah. Three years stuck in a western. She disappeared not long after you.”

Myka looks down at her lap and clutches her hands together. Leena lays a hand on her arm.

“We’ll get her back,” Leena says. “But here’s a question: why is her room boxed if she’s here with you?”

“We figured the timeline she died in must have stuck.”

“I bet Mrs. Frederic ordered it boxed, so the Warehouse wasn’t collecting data while she was hiding with the astrolabe. That way Artie couldn’t find her.”

“That makes sense. Maybe it started over, now that she's back. Meaning there's another room being recorded.”

“That’s one possibility."

“Not that she’s ever in her room. She’s always in mine,” Myka points out.

“That’s it!” Leena yelps.

“That’s what?"

“Her first night back, after Sykes, where did she stay?”

“With me. Before the Regents took her away.”

“Would you say her ‘heart was captured by another’ that night.”

“I, um...” Myka smiles sheepishly and looks down at her hands.

“The passage, from the diary, ‘a future life shall find me settled as such—“

“—dwelling in a home of our own.’"

Two pairs of eyes light up.

“She’s in your room. Behind the bookcase. Go, now."

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“Coffee,” Claudia mumbles as she pads past Pete and Abigail, both staring longingly at their empty plates.  She knocks her shoulder into the kitchen door, but the door doesn't budge, so she reaches down to work the knob.

"I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Abigail warns.

“Again?” Claudia gripes but places her ear to the door, face pinching at the muffled sounds of pleasure emanating from behind it. She looks at Abigail and shakes her head. ���H.G.’s sure making up for lost time."

“Therapy,” Pete says, in air quotes and Abigail shoots him a deathly glare.

Claudia joins them at the table and slumps down in a chair. “At least she’ll make anything we want after they’re handsy in the pantry.”

“I don’t mind waiting, as long as I don’t have to cook,” Abigail says.

Steve enters and sees the long faces at the table. “H.G.’s making breakfast?”

"Leena had to run an errand."

Steve sits. “Leena’s great, but H.G.’s got her own strengths. Maybe she’ll make those eggs with spinach again.”

“And ham,” Abigail adds, dreamily.

“Waffles,” Pete says, his hands waving as if the word were on a marquee.

“Seriously though, we should move the coffee pot out here,” Steve says.

Everyone agrees and talks amongst themselves. A few minutes later, the kitchen door bursts open.

“Sorry to keep you all waiting,” Helena says, setting a plate of piping hot biscuits on the table. “These just came out.”

Claudia snickers as Helena pours her coffee.

Helena raises a brow. “What?”

“Nothing."

“Today's menu has a Southern bent, a la the Food Channel yesterday, but I’ll take requests as per usual.”

Everyone blurts out their desires and Myka pulls out a chair. She sits next to Abigail, and a silly, crooked grin takes over her face as she watches Helena negotiate.

Helena disappears into the kitchen and everyone grabs a biscuit.

“So how are the house plans going?” Abigail asks.

“They look amazing. Helena's annoyed at all the permits she needs, but she’ll start building soon.”

“I bet the kitchen's specially designed,” Pete says with a wink.

“Why?”

Everyone looks at Myka and raises their brows.

Myka blushes.

Helena emerges with a tray full of jellies and jams.

“You’ll need a big ole’ pick up truck to build your house, H.G.,” Claudia says.

“She'd have to learn to drive better first,” Myka says.

“I drive competently.”

Helena looks around the table. Everyone looks away.

“I have Myka for that.”

Helena smiles. Myka narrows her eyes.

“Fine. Perhaps I’ll get a horse.”

“I thought 'the cowboy' was gone?”

“He is. Left in the ethos of the Warehouse, a trade for Leena. Yet unfortunately, traces of Emily remain.” Helena brushes flour off of her shirt.

“Because Emily <i>is</i> you,” Myka says.

“She most certainly is not.”

“Not this again,” Pete says.

“Let’s go back to the horse,” Abigail says.

“I can totally see H.G. rolling into Home Depot with her covered wagon,” Claudia says.

“Wouldn’t work in the winter,” Steve says.

Helena's face pinches. “Structures were built long before the advent of the combustion engine. And with precision.”

“Maybe not in a South Dakota blizzard,” Steve says.

“Careful Steve, H.G. might take that as a challenge,” Abigail says.

“We’ll do some driving lessons,” Myka adds.

“I’d like Pete to take me. You’re impossible to please.”

“That’s not what I heard,” Steve quips, and adds a coy smirk as he elbows Myka in the arm.

“You’d better hurry up building this house,” Myka grumbles.

“They’re stuck with us for now. Especially if they’d like to be fed."

“We worship at the alter of your breakfasts,” Claudia says, bowing humbly, adding a coquettish blink.

The rest of the group bow as well.

“That’s more like it,” Helena says. She walks towards the kitchen and opens the door, then looks over her shoulder at Myka. “Come along,” she says, raising both brows then throwing her eyes toward the kitchen.

Myka looks on, confused.

“A little help.”

“Oh, help. Right,” Myka says. She stands and scrambles behind Helena into the kitchen.

The door closes, and there’s a thunk up against it.

“We’re never getting breakfast, are we?” Claudia says, reaching for another biscuit.

“I thought H.G. was making it today,” Leena says, waltzing into the room, striding toward the kitchen door.

“Don’t!” everyone chants, frantically waving their hands as Leena pushes the door open.

There’s a clang of pans clattering and high-pitched giggling.

Leena draws her hand back and smiles. “Let’s leave them to it, shall we? Diner? My treat.”

Everyone grabs a biscuit and files out the door.

-FIN-

[hazohazahazbro]

Awkward Encounters // Tom Drabble

Pairing: Tom x Reader

Featuring: Tom Holland

Warning: none

Request - you’re living in the same building as Tom and you walk out of the apartment and walk into Tom wearing some unruly clothes and hair.

The day was going to be a good one. Until you woke up with an agonizing headache and sweaty skin. You were sick. And it was the achy, cold kind of sick. The type that drained all your energy and made you dead on the couch for five days. You hated being sick. Well, you were positive everyone hated being sick, but you especially hated it because you always felt like you were losing days you could be doing something productive. 

Sun draped the walls as you groggily walked from your large comfy bed, to the living room. Staring out the large windows at LA. Sun kissed the roof tops and spelled out a forecast of high twenties. You smiled warmly as you felt the sun reach your skin and warm your aching body. What you really needed was your favourite tea and to watch Gossip Girl on repeat. Gathering more strength, you dragged your body to the kitchen, which was open to the living room so the sun followed you where you went. 

Reaching uncomfortably up into the cupboard where you kept your tea, you swung open the door to see the empty shelf. your heart stopped for a solid minute as you gaped at the empty shelf, where normally all your boxes of tea would be. Realization hit you as you remembered you finished your last box yesterday and you were planning on buying and restocking the shelf today. Groaning in frustration, you slumped down the cupboard wall and to the floor. Glaring at the floor.

What were you going to do? Tea was the only thing that really made you feel the slightest bit better, especially when you were sick. There was a high chance that you didn’t have any sick drugs either. Since you hadn’t been sick in over four years. You had good health, for the most part.

“I guess I’ll go to the store.” You mumble out loud to yourself, echoing through the quiet apartment. A sound from the living room gave a response, and a moment later your cat came pouncing into the kitchen. Curiously walking over to you and giving you a head butt. You placed a hand on your fluffy tabby as he started to purr. 

“Ughh.” You groaned as you pulled yourself to your feet, your cat scurrying off somewhere. You headed back down to your bedroom, searching for your wallet. You found it underneath your bed. Why it was under there is a complete mystery to you. 

Without checking a mirror, you headed out the door, to the elevator and down to the lobby. You didn’t really care about your appearance because you knew everyone who worked in the building and lived there. And everyone was older than fifty, so it didn’t bother you. 

Stepping out into the lobby, the sound of chatter floated to your ears instantly. Weird. You thought. It’s very early morning on a Saturday, who the hell would be up? Coming around the corner to the front desk, you two people bickering at the front desk clerk. His face flushed, chattering back to the couple, you assumed. Passing by them, sending the clerk a sympathetic look, you headed out into the LA streets. It wasn’t too busy this early, but the streets were still filled with traffic. 

Your headache throbbed in one ear, making you squint at the sidewalk, being upset you forgot your sunglasses to shield the bright light. Shit, you felt hungover more than sick. The store was two blocks away from your apartment building, you could easily get there in ten minutes.

Suddenly, something came flying into you out of nowhere. You weren’t sure what it was exactly, since you didn’t see it and before you knew it, you were on the round staring up at the bright LA sky. Your head buzzed violently. your body rattled and ached in a newfound pain. A weight on your chest made it impossible for you to breath and you strained your neck to see what the hell was on top of you. A human being!

“Get off!” You huffed, trying to use all the strength you had to shove them off you. The person’s head raised slowly, dazed. Their eyes connecting with yours. Your heart stopped hammering against its cage. The strength you gathered drained along with it. Curious, large brown eyes stared down at you. Lush locks of soft brown fell over the persons face, hiding the rest of his features. It didn’t matter anyway, because you were already in love with him, clearly.

“I-i’m so sorry!” He had an accent. You noticed immediately. The guy scrambled to his feet. You inhaled right away, realizing you’d been holding your breath. The guy got to his feet, his height seeming immense, since you were still sprawled along the sidewalk. He reached a hand down to you, which you gladly took. After he pulled you to your feet, ungracefully by the way, you finally got a good luck at his features.

Handsome. Was your first thought. His eyes guiltily scanned your face, searching for some sign of injury. Your breath was still uneven and your bones ached, but you were starstruck by this man in front of you. Who has yet to explain why he came flying into you. But that thought vanished as you realized he was smirking. Blushing ferociously, you glared at him. Why is he smirking?

Then it hit you. Harder than he had.

Awkwardly, you peered down at your outfit. That’s just fucking fan-tabulous. You thought madly at yourself. Here, you stood in front of this God-gift to mankind and you were wearing your Batman shorts and Santa tee. What the shit!

Your hair was most certainly an unruly mess as well, which made you feel even worse about yourself. The gorgeous man in front of you stopped staring at your shorts before meeting your eyes, your face a new colour of red.

“Why Batman?” His accent floated to you in a wave of confusion. You shook your head, feeling like you misheard him.

“What?” You asked. He snorted, crossing his arms over his chest, glaring at your shorts for a moment before staring back up at your face. 

“The shorts,” he pointed to your legs. “Why Batman? Why not Spider-man?” He asked, sounding offended. Your eyebrows knitted together in confusion. Out of everything, that’s what he’s curious about?

“Uhm,” you mumbled. “I’m not sure?” 

“Well, maybe we ought to go buy you some Spider-man shorts.” He said than, taking you by surprise. 

“Dude, are you even going to apologize for nearly decapitating me?” You asked in bewilderment. He gazed at you in shock for a moment before breaking out in this adorable, bubbly laughter.

“I did not almost decapitate you.” He said in between snorts. “But, I am sorry. I wasn’t paying attention.” He added, sending you an apologetic smile that melted your heart into a billion pieces. 

“Thank you.” You muttered, glaring at the gorgeous man. 

“I’m Tom, by the way.” He said, holding out his hand to you, once again. Nervously now, you took it. 

“(Y/N).” You smile for the first time. 

“Ah! She smiles.” Tom jokes, letting go of your hand all too soon. Rolling your eyes, you were about to excuse yourself, since you were on the street this early on a Saturday for a reason. 

“I got-” 

“Do you want to grab coffee? Or tea? Or breakfast? I know it’s early,” Tom suddenly starts to ramble, scratching the back of his head. You gape at him, shocked. 

“Uhm, sure.” Your answer surprises Tom and yourself. Where did that come from? 

“Really?” Tom smiles. “Awesome. Uh, I know a place just around the corner?” He asks, stretching his arm out to the direction of the place. 

“Great.” You nod, turning away from the store. You can stock up later. It’s not everyday that some hot, British guy asks you for breakfast. 

“I really do enjoy your attire, though. It’s quite the statement.” Tom teases, his hand somehow finding the small of your back as he leads you down the street. Your heart began to hammer against its cage, the feeling of his hand at your lower back sending fireworks up your spine.

“Thanks,” you blush, hiding your face by staring down at the sidewalk. “I really enjoy your face.” The sentence slipped from your lips before you could filter it. Tom vibrated beside you as his adorable laughter filled your ears once again.

“You’re quite something, (Y/N).” Tom said, his hand tightening reassuringly for a second. “I like that.”

This was going to be a good day after all.

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sorry ive been M.I.A with my writing lately. but school is O U T now so requests will be completed and same with any ongoing series!

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4/4 You tell him you are pregnant - 5SOS

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Calum - You two had been together for 3 long years before Calum and you decided to buy a house together. A home complete with a dog and a yard and although the families are ready for a wedding, you just don’t see it right now.

“Right, okay, baby” you repeat in the mirror while you look at your scared eyes. “Cal and I are going to be parents.” You find that you are more excited than you thought you would be. Any time it popped into your head, the idea used to terrify you. You can’t being a baby into a world now, you are still a baby but now that it happened...It doesn’t seem like an impossible thing to do. You hear a knock at the door again and prepare to open it with a deep breath.

“Seriously Y/N, what’s taking you so long? I need to ge-” Calum says but you already started opening the door to stand in front of him with a nervous smile. Calum looks down at the pregnancy test in your hands before he whispers “holy shit.” Your heart falls and you feel like you are going to be sick (who knows, maybe it’s the baby). Your hand falls to the side and your smile fades.

“I thought you would be happy” tossing the test in the garbage, you go to move around him but he lightly grabs your hand. When you look back at his face, the smile he has is ear to ear.

“I’m gonna be a daddy?” The initial shock is gone and it looks like you and him now have the same feelings.

“Yeah” I sigh with relief.

“Holy shit” he whispers again, hand on your belly which hasn’t grown at all. “We made a baby, like there is a real baby in there?” You laugh and lean in for a hug. 

“A real baby, Cal.” You tell him and he opens his arms for you before kissing the top of your head. 

“I can’t wait.”

“Thank God.”

Luke - 

You had been pacing the bedroom for about 25 minutes before a soft knock brought you back into the real world.

“Hello?” Luke asked cautiously. You stopped pacing and threw your arm behind your back. The door opened and Luke stuck his head in before noticing the odd way you were standing and came fully into the room. “I can hear the floor creaking every time you pace. What’s wrong?” He moved closer until you moved back and he paused. “Did I do something?” Panic swept across his face and you had to tell him before he kept thinking it was him.

“Remember that time that we ran out of condoms and our wonderfully intoxicated brains said ‘nah, it’s fine, you can’t get pregnant’?” you asked and Luke stayed silent before realizing what you were trying to say.

“Oh” he sat down on the edge of the bed. You were not sure what emotion you were actually going to get from Luke but this was not one of them. That looked like full on regret. You hold up the pregnancy test that you had been pacing with and sat down next to him. 

“I’m sorry” You look down at the test you were holding. “Listen, I know that it wasn’t something that we wanted and I get it if maybe you don’t want to - “

“Whatever you think you are going to say, no. I have to many thoughts to say them right now but WE did this, WE need to take responsibility.” He was looking at the ground with his brows furrowed. 

“I just don’t want to bring down anything you built. I could make this easy and just go” You say softly. You did not actually want to leave but you wanted to give him the option. 

“NO” he says and stands up. “I will not let you think you have to do this alone.” He is frustrated and I know I have to just let him handle this alone before he can process it. 

“I need you to stay. I need you in my life. I somehow need this baby already. I just - I don’t know how - what” Luke struggled to get his feelings out. He took a deep breath and knelt between my legs with is hands on mine (and the test) he looked down with a small smile. “I don’t regret what we did. Not for one second.” He looks up. 

“I’m scared” you tell him with a whimper.

“So am I” he admits.

“Do you think we can really do this?” 

“I don’t think we have a choice but you know Mum will be here any time we ask.”

“You think Liz will be happy.”

“I think Liz is going to be over the moon. Definitely.”

“Are you sure you are okay with it?”

“I’ve never been more okay in my life.” He kisses your lips and leans his head on your lap. “I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Lukey, I love you too.”

Michael - 

You found out that you were pregnant while Michael was on tour but you hadn’t told him yet because you wanted him to enjoy the time he had with his friends. He came home yesterday and though they traditionally spend the first few days home with family, they decided to have a family party the first day and then just relax for a week or two before they made the rounds to see cousins and aunts and uncles etc. Michael had noticed that I didn’t drink anything alcoholic at the party but I just told him that I wanted to remember his first day home, he looked so happy to see his family. When we got home he talked about how exhausted he was from flying to 4 different countries in 6 days just to get back on a plane and fly home. The hectic schedule isn’t what phased him, it was the time changes. You started to get ready for bed since it was nearly midnight but Michael was still online with Calum.

“FUCK” you hear from the front room. 

“You okay?” You ask back. 

“He’s kicking my ass and I don’t understand. He wasn’t this good on tour - are you cheating” He grumbles. You assume he is now talking to Calum.  “Babe, will you bring me a beer?” You take a bottle out of the refrigerator and bring it into the front room where you hear Michael is. 

“I’m going to bed, love. This whole growing a baby thing is whipping my butt.” It’s not the way you intended on telling him but it just kind of slipped out. 

“Yeah I guess that co- WHAT!?” He jumped up and grabs you, spinning. 

“No, no, no. Need you to stop that, nausea Michael, MichAEL, MICHAEL!” You say louder and he places you back down but does not let go. 

“For real?” He asks. 

“3 months” you smile and lift up your shirt to show him your barely there bump. 

“Wow” he says, eyes wide, hands on belly. 

“We get to find out if it’s a boy or a girl next ultrasound” you tell him excitedly. Michael’s phone started ringing and you both laugh when you see Calum’s name and face pop up. It’s a face time request and boy does he look happy.

“BABY!? I’M GOING TO BE A FUCKING UNCLE!?” He is skipping around his room. 

“Not with a mouth like that you won’t be.” You tease him with a smirk. 

“Sorry” he laughs. 

“Night Cal” Michael says but he does not wait for an answer before he hangs up and walks over to you. 

“Let’s get you in bed” he smirks. 

“You don’t plan to sleep do you?” You know he doesn’t but you want to tease him anyway. He is in a wonderful mood for it. 

“I don’t plan on letting you sleep yet either” he winks and leads you to the bedroom with a smirk. He lightly smacks your butt as you walk through the door. “God this is awesome!”

Ashton -  

24. You had taken 24 pregnancy tests in the past 2 months and many more before that. You had tried not to get your hopes up when you opened the box this morning but something was different today. You two had been trying to have a baby since you had gotten married in Maui last year but so far you had no luck. Several doctors later, you found out that you may not be able to have children on your own. Your best friend who happens to also be Mike’s girlfriend offered to be a surrogate if you were unable to conceive but you refused to accept that you could not do it. Hands shaking, you placed the test on the sink ledge and set a timer. You walked away from the stick to avoid looking and getting false hope but when you saw two lines you almost fainted. 

“No way” you say, shocked and quickly grab the ‘fancy test’ from the closet. The confirmation came up and it told you that you were at ‘1-2 weeks’. You grabbed it and went to find your husband. “Ashton!” you shout as you come running out of your bathroom. “ASH!!” You don’t know where he went in the house but the boys were coming over so you head for outside. 

“WE DID IT!” You ran to him and jumped up, luckily he reacted fast enough to catch you.

“What did you do?” Luke asks confused. Ashton hadn’t caught on yet either but once he saw what you were holding he let out an excited cheer.

“What is going on?” I heard Mike ask Luke but he couldn’t answer. 

“YOU GUYS ARE GONNA BE UNCLES!” You told them after Ashton put you back on the ground. “I just took 3 tests and they are all positive and it’s finally time and we are having our baby!!” You saw Luke smile but Michael had relief in his eyes. A small tinge of confusion swept over you while you watched Mike react. 

“Mikey?” Ashton asked him, noticing the odd look too. Michael looked up and smiled a sweet but sad smile. “You okay?”

“Just kind of bitter sweet” he says. You understand immediately what he meant. 

“You do know that this just means that you guys will have to try yourselves, you don’t have to worry about being ready for us.” you remind him gently. Michael wraps his arms around you tightly.

“Don’t let me ruin this” he chuckles. “I’m so happy for you guys.” Calum came up and saw the current interactions with a bewildered look. 

“We are going to call you Uncle Cal Cal from now on” Ashton tells him as you untangle away from Luke’s excited embrace for Michael’s calmer one. Cal chuckles and walks over to wrap himself around you. He always gives the best bear hugs but it was soft and protective today. 

“I’m not ready to be an Uncle” he teases and you smile. He pulled away and went to clap Ash on the back. 

“Daddy Ash” he smiled. The boys laughed and you shook your head. 

“Nope, not yet. That’s still creepy right now” You laugh. You keep watching as the boys start to talk about how to decorate the basement to be baby friendly. You know you have plenty of time but it’s amazing to see the boys have something new to be excited about. You sat on a chair and watched as they came up with idea after idea, smile on your face. Ashton looked up with a genuine smile. 

“I love you, princess.”