#i keep going back like 10 times already trying to fix the smallest shit so if you see anything that looks wrong no you didn't

[emporiannee]

senju family pic :3

[untaemedqueen]

Red Sus (M)

Idol!Jeongguk x Girlfriend!Reader

WordCount: 3.9k

Genre: Smut, Porn With Little Plot, Fluff, Among Us!Fic, Among Us!Crack?

Warnings: Jeongguk’s Hot Headed Ass, Taehyung LITERALLY THROWING THE GAME, Impreg Kink, Big IQ Brain Power Plays, Fingering, Dirty Talk, Fellatio, Face Fucking, Praise, Edging, Unprotected Sex, Belly Buldge, Cunnilingus, Pussy Slapping, Spitting, Doggy Style, Multiple Orgasms, Cream Pie

A/N: Sooooo I’m too obsessed with Among Us to not make a fic? And even though this is shorter than most that I make I thought it would be fun to whip something up in the spirit of BTS’ competitive games. Do I believe 100% that Kim Taehyung would throw a game? Absolutely. Thank you so much to the forever squad @ppersonna, @ladyartemesia, @xjoonchildx for letting me rant and talk about this insanity of a one shot and reading it! Thank you to baby Bucca @thejooncrew​ for reading it! I hope you enjoy the silly and the smutty! 

The house is filled with loud screams, mainly from your boyfriend as he ties his hair up into a ponytail.

You can see the sweat on his neck beading as he sits in the voting screen.

"Oh yeah?! Then Taehyung hyung, where were you? Because I went to reactor when it was called and you didn't follow me and now Hobi hyung is dead." Jeongguk goes quiet as he waits for his answer and you begin to smirk as the muscles in his back tense up.

"WHAT THE FUCK? ARE YOU KIDDING ME? LAME. LAME. LAME. RED SUS. RED SUS AS FUCK! There is no possible way you were in cafeteria! Because I ran through cafeteria from admin to get to the reactor!" Jeongguk has gotten angry during games before. But, this is the first time you've seen his neck veins bulging.

"Hyungs! It's not me! I didn't kill Hobi hyung!" He whines out before putting his elbows to his computer table and cupping his forehead with his hands.

"You're fucking throwing!" He complains and you watch the screen as his black character racks up smaller bodies beneath his name. He scoffs loudly as he mutes his mic before turning to you.

"I want you to play with us. I can't play with them. It's so frustrating." He whines as he rolls his chair over to you. He throws himself out of the chair and onto your lap as you caress his handsome face.

Guk has always been so competitive, so good with everything that you can understand him being frustrated in a game like this one. Sometimes he needs a little pick me up. A little incentive to get him going again. And you know just the thing.

"Alright, I’ll play. But how about if I win, we make a baby?" You ask and his eyes flash over with mischief.

“Yeah? You want to make a mini crewmate with me?” He asks playfully and you narrow your eyes at him for the bad joke.

“Okay. Okay. Sorry, no bad jokes. Only filling your pussy with my cum.” He says before he chuckles deeply as his hand roams over the curve of your side.

"That sound good? We play and if I win you can fuck a baby into me like you’ve been trying to do?" You ask once more. 

His bottom lip is between his teeth as his fingers drift over the imprint of your puffy nipple through your tank top.

"How about you play with the boys but I have to play with you while you do it? And if you win either Imposter or Crewmate then I'll fuck my baby into you like I've been dying to do since I met you five years ago." His offer is tempting and you begin to smile as he does the same.

His fingers drift over your nipples, watching them strain and become erect against the thin fabric.

“Game on, Jeon Jeongguk.”

With a sharp breath between his teeth, he leans up on his elbows. His tongue peeks out of his mouth to place wet kisses against your clothed chest. His tongue flicks at the stiff peaked bud, enjoying how the lavender shirt becomes darker with his saliva. 

"Guk?" You can hear faintly from the computer and he sits up quickly as he hears them call his name.

The word Defeat flashes on the screen and he sighs loudly as he shuffles back over to the computer desk. Fixing his erection, he puts his headphones back on.

"Y/N is going to play for me. I'm going to take a shower." He says calmly as you open up your laptop. He hands you his mouse as he gives them farewells. Booting up the screen, he reads out the letters of the private server before situating himself behind you.

You take in a sharp breath as he pulls your tank top over your head. Your mind already becoming foggy with thoughts of lust as the server boots up.

"Hey guys." You call out as you join the Discord server. 

"Hey hey!" Taehyung cheers as he runs around your purple character on screen.

You've played Among Us before with your friends but never your boyfriend's group. This will be interesting. You're usually very good and right now you need to be. There's nothing you want more in the world then to start a family with the man you love and adore.

"Start." Jin calls out and Jeongguk mutes your mic for you.

You take in a sharper breath than before as his thumbs swipe across your nipples. His lips trail from one shoulder to the other and you shudder as the Shhhh screen disappears.

"Impostor." You tell him and he chuckles to himself before nodding.

"Better hope you're good if you want me to fuck my cum into you and make this baby." He jeers. 

Faking tasks for you is easy, but it's considerably harder when your smoking hot boyfriend is behind you. He's touching every bit of flesh he can. Rolling and pinching your nipples just perfectly to distract you from the task at hand.

His lips are kissing at the shell of your ear when you get your first kill on Jimin in Navigation before hopping into the vent. 

"Every good kill you get, I'll reward you." Jeongguk whispers before peeking at the muted mic. Drifting his fingers south, he watches you as you jump out of the vent in admin before pretending to stalk the admin screen.

"Clean." Jeongguk whispers as Hoseok runs into the room. 

As you exit the admin screen, the dead body report comes up and Jeongguk holds his breath.

"It's Yoongi hyung! It's Yoongi hyung!" Taehyung chants and Guk laughs as you unmute your mic.

"What?! Why would you say that?!" Yoongi yells as you giggle.

“First of all, where’s Jimin’s body?” Namjoon asks and you hear Taehyung hum.

“He’s in Navigation.” He replies.

"I saw Y/N in admin so she's good." Hoseok calls out and your boyfriend gives a thumbs up.

He shoves his hand in your pants and you squirm nervously.

Parting the now slick folds of your pussy, his middle finger rubs smooth circles onto your clit. Your back falters into his chest at the pleasurable feeling and you find yourself giving the smallest whimper.

"Y/N, what did you do this round?" Namjoon asks and you clear your throat.

Jeongguk pauses to let you collect yourself.

"I did card swipe and wires in admin before staying on the admin screen to see if anyone vented." You say before hearing hums of agreement.

"Yeah. I'll take that. And, I did see her in admin so I believe it." Hoseok says. Jeongguk begins his unrelenting torture to your clit once more as he kisses softly down the back of your neck.

"YOONGI HYUNG IS SUS!" Taehyung screams and you can't help but giggle before gasping gently at the pleasure and muting your mic.

"Shut up Taehyung! You're the worst third impostor I've ever fucking seen. You're throwing, you IDIOT!" Yoongi screams back.

"Skip." Jin mumbles before the screen goes black once more.

"You're doing so well, baby girl." Guk whispers as he trails his slender fingers along your slick folds.

"Fuck. Guk." You whine as you put your head back to his shoulder.

"Better pay attention. If you want me to fuck a baby into you that is." He reminds you.

You were intrigued when you first found out about his kink but after watching some porn videos with him and hearing him talk about it in bed, it's certainly grown on you.

You stopped taking birth control a while ago and have been trying to have a baby for so long now. But, fun games like this couldn't hurt. They're exciting.

Starting the round, you head off towards reactor and pretend to do Simon Says when Namjoon enters to do 1-10.

You can barely focus as your boyfriend pinches and rolls your nipple between his fingertips. 

"Can't wait till you're swollen with my baby. Gonna let everyone know just how much I love on you. I can't wait till these pretty tits fill up with milk just for my child." Jeongguk whispers in your ear and you shiver before killing Namjoon and venting.

You sabotage the doors all around the left side before popping out of the vent in lower engine and running into electrical with Jin.

"Lean back a little bit for me, baby girl." Your boyfriend demands and you do as you're told. He thrusts two fingers deep into your cunt and you moan loudly at the tiny burn.

"You're so excited to have my baby. You hear how wet you are for me? Getting your cute little panties all soaked." He whispers before nipping at your earlobe.

You kill Jin before venting and Namjoon's body is found by Yoongi.

"SELF REPORTED!" Taehyung screams and you moan as Jeongguk curls his fingers to the delicate bundle of nerves inside of you.

"Shut the fuck up Taehyung. My God!" Yoongi whines.

"Where's the body?" Hoseok asks.

"Reactor. Oh shit. Jin is dead too. I think it's Taehyung or he's throwing." Yoongi says matter-of-factly. 

"Y/N, where were you this round?" Hoseok asks.

Jeongguk keeps pressure to your g-spot as you unmute.

"I did gas can top and then gas can bottom. Then went into electrical to do the three spinning things." You say before muting yourself again.

"I trust Y/N." Taehyung says before clearing his throat.

"Fuck Guk, keep going. My pussy is so wet for you." You whine as his large hand spreads your leg wider.

"We have to vote here guys." Hoseok calls out.

"I'm voting for Taehyung. He's putting the blame on me so it's got to be him." Jeongguk laughs behind you as he begins to fuck you with his fingers again.

"I'm going with Taehyung too." Hoseok says and you vote the second youngest out before moaning your boyfriend's name.

"That's it baby. Fuck, you love this." Your boyfriend mumbles as he pulls his cock out of his sweatpants.

"Kill one more and you get a fat load of cum up your needy cunt." He reminds you as Taehyung floats through the air. 

The heel of his palm digs into your clit and you whimper out as you watch Hoseok stay near the emergency meeting button.

You call reactor quickly and run across with both Yoongi and Hoseok as your cooldown meter ticks away to nothing. Finally you kill Yoongi and breathe a sigh of relief as you win the round.

"Damn. It wasn't Yoongi?" Taehyung asks dumbfounded.

"I said it wasn't me like fifty times KIM TAEHYUNG." Yoongi yells.

"Gg fellas. But I gotta go. Bye!" You squeal as you exit the Discord call.

Jeongguk puts your laptop and headphones on the floor before tackling you to the mattress with a sly grin.

He tugs off your sleep shorts and your underwear before taking off his sweatpants and smiling widely. 

You absentmindedly lick your lips as you stare at his rock hard cock. It was a sight you could never get tired of. Slightly curved and beading precum at the tip of his long length, he begins to chuckle as you eye him. The pink rose veins of his cock call out to you and you wrap your hand around the thick base earning a whimper from your boyfriend above you.

“Fuck. Baby.” He whines as you stroke him, feeling the velvety soft skin against your palm.

His cock twitches with need as you sit up.

Looking up at him below your thick lashes, he takes a sharp breath through his teeth anticipating what’s to come next. 

Your tongue swirls around the head of his cock, picking up the beads of precum that linger. Guk moans loudly above you, his hands grasp at your head as you enter him into your mouth. 

“Oh fuck, you’re so good at sucking my cock baby, shit.” He moans out. 

His perfectly manicured nails dig into your scalp and you bob your head. 

“Just like that. Keep going. I love when you slobber on my cock. Shows me how horny you get for me.” His bottom lip tucks between his teeth again as he pushes your head down, losing himself in the pleasure you’re giving him.

Your eyes spring with fresh tears as you gag on his large length and the sound only goads him on to hear more of them. 

Swallowing around his cock, he preens as he goes deeper and deeper within your throat.

“Such a good girl. Fuck.” He praises through gritted teeth. His eyes lock onto yours again as tears stream down your cheeks. 

“Yeah. Fuck you love this, don’t you? Love being a little cocksleeve for me.” His cock begins to throb within your throat and you whine at the feeling before he’s pulling out and sighing loudly.

“Lay down for me, baby girl.” He says as he pulls his hair tie tighter. 

Doing as told you let out a soft moan as his lips encircle your areola. His tongue flicks at your stiff peaked bud as his cock glides through your folds.

The stimulation to your clit is so powerful, you feel almost breathless. Every rut against your core has you losing all semblance of reality. 

“Yes. Yes. In me, please.” You beg as he shows love to your other breast. 

Aligning to your core, his hand cups your cheek. He gives you a small smile before pressing his lips to yours in a passionate kiss.

Gasping as he enters you, his tongue glides over yours as you grip his tattooed arms.

"Oh fuck!" You whine as your head lolls back.

"Oh my God." Guk groans as he buries his face into your neck.

Wrapping your legs around his waist, your nails scrape down the honey toned skin of his arms.

"Fuck, you feel so good baby. So wet and tight for me." He moans against your skin as he begins a relentless pace.

Taking his head away from your neck, he situates his hands on either side of your face before thrusting harder into you.

His eyes drift slowly down your body to where you are joined and he moans loudly before pressing his hand to your womb.

“Fuck, look how big my cock is in your tight little pussy.” He moans and your eyes drift to where he’s looking.

His cock is so long and thick inside of you, you can see the outline as he thrusts in and out of your soppy cunt.

“God, you’re incredible!” He whines as he picks up the pace.

Sitting up on his knees, his hips continue to snap and roll as a thin sheen of sweat graces his body.

Your fingers drift over the hard muscles of his abs as you moan for him. He fucks you so well, muddling your mind and drying your mouth and throat.

“You’re gonna look so good, nice and pregnant with my baby. So fucking perfect carrying my child inside of you. Shit! You’re so fucking wet!” He cries out as he grips your hips.

His perfect nails scrape down the skin of your hips and the slight twinge of pain earning a loud groan from you.

He’s so perfect. So yours. And, so eager to put what’s his inside of you.

“Tell me how much you want my baby inside of you.” Jeongguk demands as his hand reaches for the apex of your thighs. 

Rearing back and spitting on your already soaked pussy, his thumb begins to rub circles onto your clit. Your thighs lock and shake through the intense pleasure and you can barely think before he’s slapping your clit to demand words from your mouth.

“I want you to fuck a baby into me so badly. Want you to cum inside and watch me get all big with your baby.” You whine as you palm your breasts in hand.

“Fuck yes. Can’t wait till you're nice and big. Get to fuck you from behind with your belly in my hands.” He mumbles as his head lolls back.

You could feel yourself starting to reach the height of your pleasure. The pressure within you becomes almost too much to withstand. 

“Guk, please. Please! I want to cum!” You whine and he lets a smirk grace his features before he’s fucking you up the bed.

Your hands grip the sheets, white knuckling them as your eyes flutter shut. 

“Cum on my cock, baby girl. Show me how much you want my baby.” He demands as he pinches your clit.

Behind your eyes, a galaxy explodes and paints the back of your eyelids as you orgasm. Your ears ring and you can barely hear him praising you for all you’re worth.

“Oh fuck! You’re going to make me cum!” He whines as he pulls out of you.

You whimper at the loss. You feel drunk off his pleasure. Sluggishly you watch as his tattooed arms wrap around your thighs. 

Laying down between your thighs, he ruts his cock against the mattress as his face reaches towards your core.

“Guk!” You whine as he wraps his lips against your throbbing bud.

Your body jolts and tingles with overstimulation as you grip his ponytail.

“T-Too much! I can’t!” You cry out but he doesn’t listen. 

He gives soft licks to your clit, pushing you through the overstimulation until you’re preening for him again.

His name tumbles from your lips like a prayer as you begin to grind your spent cunt against his face begging for more.

Leaving your clit, his nose brushes against your nub as his tongue enters you. The muscular organ goes rigid as he fucks you before whirling around inside of you. With a yelp, you grip his hair harder within your grasp. Tugging almost painfully, he groans against you. The vibration seems to course through your body. The noise reinvigorating you for more.

“Oh fuck! Jeongguk!” You cry out as he grips your thighs harder. 

His eyes flutter shut and your breath hitches as he pulls away. 

“You taste so fucking good. So sweet.” He mumbles. 

The image of his handsome face, covered and shining in your slick is almost sensory overload for you. 

He smacks your pussy playfully once more before his hands grip your sides. In an instant you’re on your stomach, face pressed down into a pillow. 

Guk positions you to his liking, his hand roaming over the soft skin of your back before knocking your legs open. 

Grippin the back of your neck, he places soft kisses across your shoulder as he aligns himself back to your entrance.

“Fuck, I love you.” He murmurs into your ear.

“I love you t-” The final word is cut off with a loud moan as he enters you in one swift motion.

You can hear him groan low and deep in your ear, and can feel the rumble of his chest as he presses himself against your back. 

“Your pussy is so fucking sloppy. You’re creaming all over my cock, filthy girl.” He punctuates each word with a harsh thrust and your moans become stunted and muffled into the pillow.

Pulling away from your back, his hand grips your hair into a makeshift ponytail before tugging harshly as he fucks you with everything he has. 

You can hear his ragged breathing and his gentle moans letting you know how good you feel around him. 

“I can’t wait to fuck your pregnant pussy. I read it feels so much warmer and tighter. So much sweeter. You’re going to drive me insane with this pretty little cunt of yours.” He informs you as he hooks his hand around your throat.

Pulling you upright against his chest, he fucks up into you at a speed that should be illegal. Your hands scramble to grab anything as he applies the perfect amount of pressure to the column of your throat. 

Gasping in your pleasure, you grip at his arm feeling his muscles and veins flexing and protruding. His forehead presses against your temple and he curses softly in your ear as his cock thickens and throbs within you.

“Goddamn, baby girl. You’re going to make me cum. Rub your clit for me, cum on my cock first.” With a shaky hand you do as told, rubbing furious circles against your clit as your arousal drips down both his and your legs. 

“Guk! Fuck! I want to get pregnant for you so badly!” You cry out as his teeth gingerly clamp your earlobe.

“I know, baby girl. You want me to cum in your needy little pussy so badly. I can feel it. You want to watch your belly swell with my baby and let everyone know who keeps you so well stuffed.” He whispers in your ear. 

Your eyes roll back in your head as the pressure builds up again within you. Your legs shake and your moans become whimpers as you focus on his throbbing cock inside of you.

“Want to hold your big belly walking down the street letting everyone know Jeon Jeongguk put that baby inside you. That no one gets to have me but you. Fuck!” He curses loudly as his thrusts begin to get sloppy.

“Guk! I’m going to cum!” You whine as you grip his arm harder.

“Good girl, cum on my cock. I’m- Fuck- I’m not going to last.” He cries out as his eyes squeeze shut. 

As you orgasm the second time, he gasps loudly behind you. Letting your throat go, he cups your breasts behind his large hands and squeezes roughly as he begins to cum. You can feel his warm cum painting the walls of your pussy and he whines your name gently as he buries his face into your neck.

With a gentle cry, your orgasm becomes tenfold feeling how warm his cum is inside of you. 

“Oh shit.” He mumbles as he holds you tightly to his chest. 

“Fuck.” You whisper as he presses soft kisses to your heated skin.

You stay like this for a minute before he’s flopping both of your bodies down onto the bed with an exasperated sigh. 

“God, I hope we get pregnant this time.” He whispers and you know he’s praying to God for it to come true.

“I hope so too.” You whisper as your fingers drift over the skin of his arm.

The silence is comfortable for a few minutes and his grip on your tightens as he hugs your body to his.

“Wanna play another round with the boys before we order dinner?” He asks innocently and you begin to smile as you nod.

“If you win again, I’ll fuck more cum into you. Deal?” He asks as he pulls out of you.

His fingers spread your battered pussy lips as he watches your cunt begin to cream with his cum. 

“Deal.” You say with a giggle as he runs his fingers over your womb.

“I think it’s Y/N.” Jeongguk mumbles into the mic before turning his head to you and narrowing his eyes. 

You stay stone faced as you look at him before turning back to the screen, “It’s not me. I did all my tasks. I’m just following people around to make sure they don’t die. I think it’s Taehyung. Red sus.” You say as you lean back against the headboard of the bed cracking your fingers.

Jeongguk rolls his eyes as everyone begins to agree with you.

“Red is always sus. Especially when you’re Kim Taehyung.” You hear Jimin say with a laugh.

You begin to smirk as everyone votes Tae, you can hear him protesting and screaming. With a triumphant laugh the victory screen appears and you fold your arms as you quip an eyebrow at your boyfriend.

He grumbles gently before muting his mic. 

“Fine. Spread those pretty legs for me.” He whispers as he leaves the game. 

[alaskasmonsters]

Patch-Up | Levi Ackerman

levi got injured and you clean his wounds and patch him up, feeling guilty about being the reason he got hurt.

pairing: Levi Ackerman x gn!reader

w.c: 2.665

warning: very minor description of injuries, mentions of blood, Levi is kinda very soft in this one

a.n: i wasn’t actually planning to finish this so quickly, haha, levi i love you. also, i feel like he might kinda be ooc??? i just idk, maybe? i hope it isn’t too bad, though.

A frustrated sigh left your lips as you inspected Levi’s face closer, trying to hide your concern about the head wound and the now dried-up blood that marked a trail from the man’s hair line down to his chin.

He’s been hurt during your fight against Kenny and his guys, hitting his head horribly at one point during, leaving a nasty cut behind.

You already felt bad about that, since it was kinda your fault he hit his head in the first place, as he had to protect you in a moment you weren’t entirely focused and would have certainly died if Levi hadn’t swooped in and saved your ass.

It didn’t help that Levi’s eyes, who were usually set in a cold and unbothered glance had grown softer, which smoothened out the frown he almost always wore on his face.

It was terrifying.

You hoped the man didn’t have a concussion because of your stupidity.

“I’ll clean the wound,” you mumbled weakly, repeating words you’ve already said once to remind yourself to keep moving towards him.

You were hyper aware of the captain’s eyes on you and the way the matratze softly bounced as you sunk down on the bed beside him. You reached for the bucket with fresh water and the cloth hanging off it and noticed in horror that your hands were shaking.

Calm down. It‘s only a little blood.

Dipping the fabric into the water and wringing it out you tried to focus your attention on calming your breath, scared Levi would notice you panicking and get annoyed by your sensitive nature as he once called it.

As you were sure your heart rate had slowed you turned again, sending the brunet a small smile, hoping it looked reassuring, as you moved the cloth to start cleaning around the area of the eyes first, so he could see again.

Your hands were still shaking, you noticed bitterly, but you tried your best to make it seem like it was fine.

A hand then took hold of your wrist in a surprisingly soft manner, holding your arm in place.

You froze in surprise, eyes glancing up to find Levi staring at you. His gaze studying you calmly.

“I‘m okay,” he said.

You averted your eyes, biting your lips.

So he had noticed.

Of course.

He was way too observant to miss your fidgety movements and shaky breath. You should probably be more surprised about the soft tone of his voice and the absent annoyance in his features.

„I know,“ you assured, trying and probably failing at putting a tone of certainty in your voice.

Levi studied your face once more, before he gave a slow nod of approval, letting go off your wrist again.

You hoped he didn’t see you visibly relax after he did.

Quickly, you went to work and started cleaning off the dried blood from beneath his left eye first. That proved itself more difficult than you had expected as the constant weight of his eyes on you made you feel nervous and short-breathed.

Silence fell between the both of you, the only sound being your breathing and the occasional water splashing, when cleaning off the rug.

“Close your eye,” you ordered as you had removed all the blood from his cheek.

Levi did what you told him without complaining, closing his eye while he continued watching you out of the other in the meantime.

You clenched your jaw, slowly growing frustrated by the eerie silence between you two and Levi’s uncharacteristic calmness.

Not that he usually screamed at you, but the aura of annoyance that enveloped humanity’s strongest most days, especially when interacting with you it seemed, had disappeared.

It kinda scared you.

His persistent glance on you, now out of two eyes again as you moved to clean off the cloth, would have felt more comfortable if he’d just rolled his eyes once in a while.

It almost seemed like he was expecting you to do something, or hoping maybe. Although you had no idea of what that could be.

Slowly the silence was growing heavy for you, the urge to fill it with words becoming unbearable. So when you turned back to move on to his forehead, softly brushing dark strands of hair out of his face you said the first thing that came to mind.

“I‘m sorry.“

The familiar frown appeared on his face again and your heart jumped in your chest.

“What are you talking about?“

You shrugged, trying to focus your attention on your task at hand instead of letting your eyes shift back to his.

“I was being stupid and didn‘t pay attention and you had to save my ass...now you‘re hurt,” you whispered, words dripping with guilt.

Tears pricked the corner of your eyes and you cursed yourself at being so hypersensitive. Levi hated when you cried about stupid shit, he hated it when you were being dramatic.

You bit your lips, forcing the tears back down.

„Tch. It wasn‘t your fault your ODM gear malfunctioned, brat.”

Levi did finally sound annoyed (his voice still had that soft nuance to it, though, so it didn’t completely count).

“If I wasn't distracted that moment, I wouldn't have been almost sliced up by one of Kenny’s guys despite my malfunctioning ODM gear and you wouldn’t have had to swoop in and save my ass and then you never would have gotten hurt...” i explained, hands moving faster to rub the blood off of his skin as my voice rose in frustration.

If you had only been able to save face, keep calm and not fall into utter panic the moment something didn’t work out as you had expected it, too. Then this would have never happened.

Levi was right. You were irresponsible and childish and hot headed and...

A cold hand snuck around your wrist once again, squeezing your skin once, twice. Your hand stilled. Turning your face away, you bit your lip in frustration.

You had been told often, by almost everyone you’ve ever gotten to know throughout the years with the Survey Corps, that you wore your heart on your sleeve. Some found it endeatring, calling you soft hearted and gentle, while others were (rightfully) scolding you for it, saying you’d never make it far in this kind of profession when you weren’t even able to hide your frustration with the smallest things.

Armin, one of your new recruits, had once told you you had an honest face. Said it was the reason many people trusted you, since they knew you couldn’t hide your lies or insincerities as easily as others.

Levi had told you many times that it was your biggest disadvantage and he was right. You’d never be able to rise in the ranks, never would be declared the leader of a squad or trusted in a position with responsibility. After all, nobody wanted to take orders from someone who couldn't hide their fear, anger, frustration or sadness.

You almost expected Levi to scold you for it once again, grip your wrist and tell you, no, order you to get a grip, not to let anybody see your weakness...

He didn’t.

“I told you, it wasn‘t your fault,” he told you sternly as his thumb softly stroked the inside of your wrist.

Your brain so gracefully short-circuited at the action and unwillingly, as if you were pulled towards a magnet, your eyes were drawn back towards Levi.

His facial expression was just as monotone as usual, but his eyes, they were different still. An emotion you couldn’t quite grasp hidden just beneath the surface. You didn’t know what exactly it was, but it made your heart flutter.

“I‘m still sorry though,” you protested weakly, smiling a little, hoping it would ease the thick tension.

Levi continued to study your face in silence for a few seconds before he finally let go, with a roll of his eyes and a scoff.

You could hardly hide the feeling of triumph that gave you.

“Brat.”

You grinned at him, turning your attention back to his wounds.

You hadn’t even noticed how long you’d already held his hair back, cradling his head in your hand.

The realization made your cheeks glow and you quickly sneaked a look at the man but noticed thankfully Levi had either not noticed or decided not to comment.

You went back to your job, chest a little lighter.

When you were finished cleaning off all the dried off blood you took a closer look at his injury. Despite the vehement blood loss the cut in his skin was relatively small. It didn’t even need stitches, although it might leave behind a bump, considering the velocity he had hit the roof with on his way down.

You sat back on your hackles and raised your finger. You gave Levi a stern (or hopefully stern) glance as you told him to follow your movements.

“Don‘t be an idiot, i don‘t have a concussion.”

You gave him a pout, unmoving as you eyed him stubbornly.

Judging by how easily he gave in, indicated by a sigh and another roll of his eyes, your worry might be justified.

You started moving your hand slowly and Levi followed the movement for a while, sending you a glare when you started drawing circles and spirals into the air.

You just gave him a grin.

“Okay, any dizziness? Headaches?” you asked.

“Why need a headache when you‘re around?” Levi answered sarcastically.

Seems like he was alright enough to be a little shit, then.

“Don‘t insult the person who‘s been cleaning blood off of you for 10 minutes!“

Now the only thing left to do was patching up his head, Thinking about it, a bandaged head would probably only add even more to his already above average appearance.

You started applying the cloth, carefully wrapping the material around his head. Levi endured your slow process like a champ.

You peeked at him from time to time, making sure the man had no complaints. He was very precise and hated sloppy work and you didn’t want him to think of you as unfit to fix him up. After all you had been the one offering, no, persisting to take a look and you didn’t want him to regret giving in to you.

“Stop looking at me like that, brat.”

You frowned, glancing down at him again.

“What? I don‘t know what you mean. I‘m not looking at you in any specific way.”

The corners of his lips moved up slightly, close enough to resemble a smile and your breath stuttered at the unfamiliar action. Your eyes were pulled towards them, the soft curve of his mouth was strangely captivating to you.  

“It‘s the way you‘re always looking at me,” he explained with a teasing tone and his smirk widened a little, making him look less and less like the Levi you’ve talked to every day.

Your face flooded with heat and you quickly snapped up your eyes, to no longer stare at the man’s lips (yes, you had been staring, how embarrassing) but instead into his eyes.

Big mistake.

The amused glint you found there made your face flush an even darker shade of red.

You could curse yourself and that you were once again acting like a smitten teenager instead of a soldier in front of your captain.

Trying to gloss over your embarrassment you shook your head, scoffing softly. Then you focused your attention on finishing your work with the bandage.

“I don‘t look at you any differently than I look at other people,” you declared in frustration.

He laughed. Levi Ackerman, emotionally stunted Levi Ackerman laughed. It was quiet and breathy, more likely a chuckle, almost inaudible, too.

But it shook you to your core.

“You have no issue declaring your love to me multiple times a day, but now you‘re getting shy?“ he asked in amusement, cocking his head to the side.

You huffed.

He wasn’t wrong, you were awfully direct with your affections towards the captain. Just like you couldn’t hide your emotions when it came to your face, you were horrible at concealing them in general.

How could you not comment on his strength and attractiveness when it was a blatant fact. Although you often did it in a joking manner, teasing Levi for having the prettiest face in the Survey Corps and acknowledging his skills with the ODM gear.

It wasn’t fair he was using this against you now.

“Shut up!” you grumbled, pulling at the cloth to straighten it out again.

Levi did shut up, although the smile didn’t fall from his face and his eyes watched you work with interest.

You finished quickly, partly because his gaze on you was nothing short of unsettling, partly because you hoped you’d get away before he started full on teasing you.

You couldn’t quite hide your frustration (as already established) and let out an exasperated groan.

“And stop smiling!” you warned, not sure where you’ve gotten the courage to do so.

Levi followed your movements as you picked up the bucket and brought it across the room to empty its contents into the sink.

“Is my smile bothering you? Didn‘t you say i should smile more?“ he asked in confusion.

“Yeah, but just in general. Not when i‘m in the room!“ you corrected him halfheartedly.

The chuckle you got in response made your brain short circuit once again.

How the fuck was this man so hot?

”Any specific reasons as to why, brat?“

You could only speak of luck that your back was turned towards Levi so you could hide the traitorous shade of red your face must be spotting at this moment. There would have been no denying it if the captain had chosen to comment on it.

Knowing him, he would have.

“Shut up.”  you protested again, subtly raising your hands to your face to cool your cheeks a little.

You couldn’t see his face this way but you were sure that Levi put his newfound ability of a smile, maybe even a smirk, judging by the goosebumps you felt on the back of your neck, to use.

While you were busy washing the bucket, Levi got to his feet to study your work in the mirror by the cupboard. He took a few seconds, and you believed he must be sorting the criticism he had by fatality, starting with the least life threatening mistake you made and moving on to the most hard hitting insult.

Despite what you had thought he gave his reflection a satisfied nod.

Okay, what?

“Decent job, brat,” he complimented and yes you might have combusted that moment.

You turned back to the sink, a satisfied smile growing on your lips. Your stomach felt all fuzzy and warm at Levi’s praise.

You didn’t notice the captain approach, only noticing his presence when he was already leaning into your personal space, whispering a soft “Thank you.” into your ear. His hot breath fanned over sensitive skin and you froze in your movement.

To torture you or maybe he didn’t get enough fun out of the situation already, he then proceeded to plant a small kiss to the corner of your lips, missing just enough so it wouldn’t count as a real kiss, before retreating again.

He left the room as if nothing of importance had just happened, leaving you behind, frozen in your spot and heart hammering in your chest.

Levi was already gone when you were able to shake yourself out of the shock.

You carefully touched your cheek, the ghost of a sensation of soft lips against your warm skin still prominent. The memory of him lingering for just a second too long now fresh on your mind.

A huge grin split your face, the urge to jump on the bed and hug your pillow while giggling manically overcame you out of a sudden.

You really were acting like a smitten teenager.

[just-here-for-the-moment]

For the DIFFERENT POV GAME:

I want Javi’s POV on this whole adorable scene.

Okay, my Queen @quica-quica-quica, I want you to know that I suuuuucked in a huge breath when I saw this Ask, because I was entirely unsure if I could do this. It seemed like a really hard challenge, but FOR YOU I’ll try anything.

I dug in to see what I could do, and of course because I can’t just write succinctly I had to start waaaaaay back in the beginning of the story to get Javier where I needed him for the phone number scene… hope that’s okay!!

Thank you for challenging me this way! This went from scary to amazing in just a few days! I love you so much, my friend!!!

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Coffee Shop Girl (a companion piece to “For Now” told from Javier’s point of view)

Word count: 3000+

Rating: mature, 18+ only

Outline: Javier Peña x “You” (Austin coffee shop barista; cis/het female reader; “blank canvas”/no physical description/no name/no use of “Y/N”)

Warnings: slow-burn; references to previous hiring of sex workers; cigarette smoking; Javier masturbating

Javier Peña felt like he was at loose ends. Not for the first time in his life, but it’s different feeling ‘lost’ as a young man than feeling ‘lost’ when you’re on the wrong side of 40. At least a teenager can still expect their whole life ahead of them. Since leaving the DEA and the fight in Colombia behind, he had been feeling directionless.

Spending some time at his dad’s ranch in Laredo had helped, the way that hard labor and sweat always does. It left him too tired to ruminate, to sink into the blues and feel sorry for himself. He had lined up a teaching job at a university in D.C. but it didn’t start until the fall semester, and Javier wasn’t looking forward to an entire blazing-hot summer on the ranch. So when his friend Bill called from Austin and offered a short contract job doing consulting for one of the state agencies, he jumped at the chance.

Javier landed at Mueller Airport at 2:00 in the afternoon on the second Saturday in June. He made his way out of luggage pickup to the Hertz desk and signed for a rental car. It didn’t take him long to find the apartment complex where Bill had arranged for him to stay. Bill’s coworker’s son had graduated from UT Austin in May, and the lease wasn’t up until August, so everything worked out perfectly. Javi could sublet for the remainder of the summer, and the apartment complex was close enough to the office that he could take the bus, meaning he wouldn’t have to put too many miles on the rental car or pay for parking downtown. A small, blandly furnished one-bedroom apartment near work was perfect. He could make it work for two months, and he had certainly lived in much worse places during his years traveling.

On Monday Javier was introduced around the office and given his portfolio of cases to consult on. He also found out that the coffee in the office was total shit. He had spent too many years drinking government-grade slop at the DEA and other agencies to put up with it now. He wasn’t one to complain, or to order any of the frilly new designer coffee drinks that seemed to be making the rounds among the ladies in the secretarial pool, but he had noticed a coffee shop between here and the bus stop. Some local place, one of those Austin things where they boasted about fair trade and locally roasted beans. If they made a decent cup of black coffee he could splurge, buy a cup on his way into the office each day.

The bus dropped him off at the corner at 7:45, so he could grab a coffee and still be on time to work at 8:00. Punctuality wasn’t always his strong suit, but Javier wanted to at least make a good impression while he was consulting. You never knew who might be a network contact to something good, and he didn’t want to screw Bill over after he had recommended him for the contract.

Tuesday Javier tried the coffee shop and found out that their coffee was not only decent for the price, it was actually good. Wednesday he went back again, this time brushing fingers with the pretty barista by accident. He offered her a “thanks” and then went on his way. Thursday he walked in and stood patiently in line behind two stoner kids trying to make up their minds between breakfast tacos and blueberry muffins. The pretty barista was there again, and she waved him over with a smile, indicating he could skip to the counter and leave the hippie kids in line.

“Black coffee, right?” Her smile actually reached her eyes, and for a moment Javier was very glad for all of the body language and psychology classes he had ever had to sit through. It was nice having a pretty lady smile at you to start your morning, and even better that this one already knew his order. She was quick, he figured, and good at her job if she had his order memorized after only two days as a customer. Not that ‘black coffee, to go’ was a difficult order, but he hadn’t expected to become a regular so quickly.

He smiled and nodded, “That’s right. Thank you.” He looked for a wedding ring and then for a nametag on her black apron, but didn’t see either one. He slid a rumpled $5 bill across the counter, larger than the singles he had paid with the previous two days, but she was nice. “Keep the change.”

He thought he saw her bite her lip as she turned away, and while she was fixing his cup he took a moment to check her out. He wasn’t some kind of pervert who would goose her from over the counter, but from what he could see she was attractive. Hell, most women were attractive to Javier. He suddenly realized it had been a while since he’d gotten laid. His last relationship was years past, and he no longer visited prostitutes regularly. Javier wasn’t a ‘reformed man’ by any means, it was just that that habit had been limited to a specific time and place in his life where he wasn’t stable enough to have a long-term relationship, and it had the added bonus of gathering intelligence.

The barista turned back to him with the cup and when she handed it off their eyes locked and their fingers touched again. He saw her pupils dilate and recognized the little spark that turned over in his own gut. Damn, she really was attractive. But Javier didn’t want to be the kind of lecherous guy who hit on a woman while she was working. Too many men mistook the minimum of customer service friendliness for a sexual invitation. Or worse, like the men who hit on waitresses on purpose since they couldn’t be outright rude to stop them. Javier suppressed a smile and took the cup from her, nodding his thanks.

On Friday when he breezed into the coffee shop he saw the pretty barista smile from behind the counter, and she immediately turned and started pouring his to-go cup. She turned back and gave him the ‘what’s up’ chin nod while holding his cup up. Javier walked up and he slid a few singles across the counter to her.

Javier gave her a warm, “Thanks,” and winked at her. That was at least a harmless bit of flirting, in line with her bright smiles and her friendliness so far. If she liked it, great; and if not, then at least he hadn’t made her uncomfortable by asking for her number or hitting on her directly. When he said, “See you next week,” she smiled that bright smile back. Javier noticed that it again reached her eyes, lighting them up just a bit more than last time. A good sign.

The weekend dragged but Javier filled it up with errands: a run to HEB for groceries and to Highland Mall for a new shirt. If there was the possibility of a date sometime in the next few weeks he at least wanted to wear something other than his work clothes. Saturday night he ordered pizza and watched a movie on TV, some lame action movie with giant muscled guys shooting way too many bullets, and of course all the curse words and a sex scene edited out for network TV. Can’t let the kiddies hear the word ‘shit’ while they’re flipping channels, but watching Stallone blow a guy’s head off is good for their growing brains. He finished his pizza and a cigarette and then felt that tug, the loose ends, a little bored.

Javier took a shower and his mind went to the pretty barista, that smile, the sparkly eyes. He thought about those eyes looking up at him through her lashes, or down at him from on top. He wondered what her skin felt like, imagining the rest of her naked, spread out, touching him all over. He felt a little bit creepy touching himself to the thought of her, hoping it didn’t make him a bad person, hoping he would see her again on Monday. But fuck it, he needed the release. Javier came, spurting hot in the steamy shower as he leaned his head on his forearm and groaned into the cold tile wall. He wished he at least knew her name.

Sunday Javier slept in and then did laundry, tidied up the apartment, and took a jog around the neighborhood. He tried to talk himself out of a repeat of Saturday’s shower. It didn’t work.

On Monday Javier lit up as soon as he stepped off the bus. The first week of the consulting gig had gone well, but today was a big meeting and he knew the agency was not going to like his recommendations. He was constantly trying to quit, but at least he had cut back recently. He was down to a pack a day and only one cup of coffee. That had to count for something, right? Maybe his doctor would finally get off his back about that.

He smoked as rapidly as he could on his way to the coffee shop, and stubbed the cigarette out as soon as he reached the big window that overlooked the street corner. He tucked his sunglasses into the top pocket of his blazer and opened the door to the coffee shop.

The pretty barista was smiling, looking right at him and already holding up his cup of coffee like a game show model holding a prize. Javier felt his heart give a little squeeze, and he smiled and winked at her again as he approached the counter.

“You psychic or something? Or am I just that predictable?”

“Both, maybe.” She wiggled her eyebrows at him and gave him a toothy grin.

Javier opened his wallet and saw that his smallest bill was a $10, but he decided not to ask for change back. She was attentive to her customers, she had surprised him by having coffee ready, and she was cute. “Great service, keep the change.”

Her face lit up and she turned to put the money in the register. Javier turned and exited the front door, and then decided to look back through the big plate glass window. She was looking at him, and Javier realized that meant that she had watched him leave. He hoped he wouldn’t have to tip $10 every time to get that look. He lifted his cup, nodded at her, and then made his way to the office.

Tuesday she had his coffee ready again, so he gave her another wink with his smile, and he thought that she purposely put her fingers in a spot to touch his as she handed the cup over. He paid with a $5 bill again, and then thought about her smile and her touch all the way to the office a few blocks north. He didn’t want her to think that the overtipping was him trying to come on to her; it really was nice to have his order ready to go every day.

On Wednesday she had his coffee ready again as soon as he walked in, but Javier supposed that was a testament to the bus schedule more than his own punctuality. This time he paid with singles. But he didn’t want her to think the smaller tip was because of anything wrong with her customer service, so he smiled a little more warmly, turning the charm up as much as he dared without just outright hitting on her. He noticed she was looking again through the glass as he left. But of course the only reason he knew that was because he had looked, too.

On Thursday Javier decided that it wouldn’t hurt to flirt a little more obviously, but to give her an out in case she wasn’t interested. He didn’t want to make her uncomfortable or fuck up his supply of good coffee, so he decided to take it a little slow. When he got to the corner he glanced into the window of the coffee shop and saw the pretty barista looking right at him. He took that as a good sign that she might be receptive to his flirting. He opened the door and let someone exit, then walked up to the counter. She pointed at his cup sitting on the counter in front of her, smiling that bright smile.

He arched an eyebrow up. “You trying to get rid of me? In and out so quickly?”

She grinned at him. “Depends on how long you were planning to stay. We close at 1:00 a.m. after open mic tonight. After that you gotta go somewhere else.” That was the most that she’d spoken to him yet. Javier decided to take his chance.

“And what time do you get off, after the morning shift?”

“Depends on who’s asking.” She winked and then bit the inside of her lips, like she had said something she shouldn’t have.

Javier decided to be direct. At least that would give her the chance to say ‘no’ if she wasn’t interested. He locked eyes with her and said, “I am.”

He was relieved to see her flash that big smile, all pretty soft lips and sparkly eyes. “I finish at 1:00, after the lunch rush.”

“Good to know.” He stuck his hand out to shake. “I’m Javier, by the way.” She continued to smile as she gave him her name. When she took his hand she gave a good firm shake, not like one of those women who went limp as soon as they shook a man’s hand. Javier liked her even more.

He fished a few bills out of his wallet. “Can I maybe stop by after your shift, take you to lunch sometime?”

“You can do me one better than that.” She reached down to grip the lid and spun the cup. He saw her name and seven digits scribbled in Sharpie. “My phone number’s on the cup.”

Javier gave her the eyebrows, very much enjoying how direct she was. It was nice to get a clear signal from a pretty lady, instead of having to play guessing games and worry about overstepping. He pursed his lips and nodded in approval.

“You do that for all your customers?”

“Just the best tippers.” And there was her pretty smile and her wink again, so soon after the first one.

Javier decided to give her both barrels. He put his hand out again, palm up instead of a handshake. When she put her hand in his he lifted her knuckles to his lips and pressed a soft kiss, giving her a look from under his eyelashes before he let go.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” Javier picked up the cup and left, and gave her a warm smile through the glass as he walked away. As soon as he got to the office he jotted her name and the number on a scrap of paper and tucked it into his wallet. He felt hopeful in a way that he hadn’t for a long time, and he rolled the cup endlessly between his palms while he considered his options. Options. Something he sometimes had taken for granted in life, until those moments where they suddenly ran out.

Javier drained the last of the coffee and then scribbled over her number with a Sharpie before tossing the cup in the trash. No sense in letting her number out into the world where some creep might find it. He smoked his third cigarette of the day out on the plaza and thought about her smile, the brush of her fingers on his, the way she approached him directly. He could use a friend in town, one who wasn’t a guy at the agency or an old college buddy. One who was soft and sweet and might be open to a date… or more. He checked his watch and calculated the hours until 1:00 p.m.

Normally he wouldn’t go back to the coffee shop until tomorrow morning, but it wouldn’t hurt to pop back over there today at the end of her shift, see if she wanted to grab lunch, right? He hoped it wouldn’t scare her off, going back so quickly. He stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray by the lobby door and jogged back up to his office, taking the stairs two at a time. He wanted to finish up, get this meeting over with, see if he could get over to the coffee shop before she left. He sat in the meeting, watching the clock hands spin slowly, listening to someone drone on about a budget issue that didn’t impact his work, and which could have been a memo in the first place. He felt his irritation creep up the longer the meeting went on.

Finally the meeting closed and Javier hopped to his feet. He told Bill he was headed to lunch and then jogged back down the stairwell instead of waiting for the elevator. He walked the few blocks to the coffee shop, keeping an eye on his watch. He hoped he wouldn’t miss her.

When he got to the coffee shop he opened the door and let his eyes adjust to the dim light for a moment. And then he saw her, slinging her bag over one shoulder and coming out from behind the counter. Javier smiled.

She stopped a foot away and smiled softly, “Hey.”

Javier realized he was still wearing his sunglasses, no wonder it was so dark. He took them off and slipped them into his blazer pocket. He really hoped she wouldn’t think it was weird, him coming back so soon.

“Hey, I’m glad I caught you. Are you busy, or can I take you to lunch today?”

Her face lit up. Good sign. “No, I’m not busy. I’d love to go.”

She gestured out the big window, “There’s a sandwich place around the corner, and a park we can go sit in.”

Javier felt his face split into a wide grin. “That’s perfect.”

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[daddysfangirls-anime]

Dad’s choice

Warning: language, fluff

summary: the reader is All Might’s daughter. Recently he had been pushing her to hangout and possibly date, Midoriya. Not okay with that she finally introduced her father to her boyfriend.

(y/n) sighed as she stored off into the distance Midoriya was next to her explaining a math formula. In the last 20 minutes she hadn’t heard a word he said. She didn’t want to be here she didn’t want to or need to study. She had plans already but her father made her cancel them to have a study date session with Midoriya.

All Might, her father, had been interfering with her relationship with Midoriya and trying to make it something more. She didn’t actually notice until the 4th study session when he made her invite Midoriya over to their house. The dim lights, closed curtains, air conditioning on high, the two of them leaning close together, and her father spying on them in the corner of her eyes. At that moment she realized and thought how the hell did I not notice this before? that creepy skinny shit.

Right now this was their 6th study session they were just going over the material. She was so lost in thought that she didn’t notice he had stopped talking 10 minutes ago.

“I’m sorry,” she said as she closed her textbook.

“It’s okay. We’ve already studied this material. It’s getting late we should head home” he said as he began to pack away his things.

“Midoriya?”

“yes?”

“Why do you study. why?”Midoriya blushed and rubbed the back of his neck “um...All Might said you were trying to spend time with me but didn’t know how to ask... he might have implied you have a ....crush on me?” he was red now trying his best to look everywhere but her.“Midoriya... Midoriya look at me” she sounded completely serious. Swallowing his embarrassment and a bit of fear she looked at him with a serious and determined looked. “I have a boyfriend” and with that said she swung her bag over her shoulder and walked away leaving Midoriya to melt in his seat from humiliation. Oh, why did the world hate him so.-(y/n) was fuming as she stomped home she burst inside ready to give her old man a piece of her mind only to be met with an empty home. He was late probably doing unnecessary hero work. At the thought of this, her anger came down to a simmer. Immediately she went into her lonely routine kicking off her shoes, putting away her bag, finishing any leftover homework, bathing and starting dinner.

No longer wanting silence she called her boyfriend. He didn’t answer. “He’s probably training. aw, I wanted to rant” with her boyfriend MIA and not really wanting rumors to spread in class she called the next best person.

“H-Hello?” Midoriya answered hesitantly

“Hey... I’ m sorry about earlier. I didn’t mean to upset you”

“It’s okay. It seems you didn’t know what was going on” he chuckled she could imagine him rubbing the back of his next sheepishly.

“I did actually” (y/n) said as he pinned up her hair to prepare for dinner “ I found out after the 4th study date. But I didn’t think you knew so...”

“yeah,” he sighed, “ I thought you actually liked me. I wanted to put you down gently” she laughed nearly spilling what she was making.

“when Deku? we were on our 6th study date.”

“I was working up to it”

“when?”

“10th?... maybe12th? I’m not good with girls” she laughed some more. Midoriya was smiling on the other end of the phone but it soon began to flatter. “The truth is I really do like you and I enjoy spending time together with you. And when school started we weren’t training together anymore, we didn’t spend time together in class, or outside of class. When All Might said you wanted to study I thought we could get back together but then he mentioned you had a crush on me then I got confused. I mean you’re beautiful and I care about you.”

(y/n) continued cooking and listening to Midoriya. In 20 minutes of rambling he had confessed his feelings for Urakara, he loved Bakugo like a brother, still thought he couldn’t be a hero ( but he then talked himself into becoming the best), he was worried about the stress he put on his mother, and though of All Might as a father figure. Then he stopped talking altogether.

“Are you done?”

“yes...who’s your boyfriend?”

“huh?!”

“you-you said you have a boyfriend but not who so...who’s your boyfriend?”

(y/n) was a bit nerve she and her boyfriend hadn’t made their relationship public and she didn’t know if he would like her telling anyone. This was Midoriya surely he wouldn't say anything.

“Is he in our class?”

“um... yes?”

“Okay, I know who he is”

“huh?!”

“I know who your boyfriend is,” he said in a matter of fact tone

“how? I didn’t even tell you his name”

“I’m very observant”. (y/n) was dumbstruck for a moment before she began to laugh. Of course, Midoriya had spent most of his life observing others and researching quirks and heroes in detail. If anyone were to find out it would be him. He always paid attention to even the smallest details.

“You know he really likes you he treats you different from everyone else. But if he hurts you let me know I’ll knock some sense into him.” now he was rambling about how he would obviously lose that fight but do it for her honor never the less because he cared about her and no one should ever hurt her and he loved her like a sister and

“Midoriya … I love you” he smiled on the other and of the phone. He truly did care for her like family.

“I love you too”. And with that, they hung up.

(y/n) had just ended her call with Midoriya and finished making dinner when she heard someone clear their throat. “so … you and Midoriya” All Might said as he slowly walked into the kitchen. He raged from earlier was coming back in full swing she didn’t wan tot even look at him.

“dinner is made. You clean up.” She turned away from him stomping upstairs without another word.

He had royally fucked up but had no clue as to how. At least she and Midoriya finally got together he assumed.

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The next morning All Might was roughly awakened by his daughter he had no clue why she was angry but she had resorted to the silent treatment and her silent treatment was unbreakable even to the greatest. Three days later and All Might was begging on his knees for his daughter's forgiveness. Literally. He had missed her voice.

“Please baby I’m sorry. Tell me what I did wrong and I’ll fix it. Please” he begged down on his knees forehead touching the floor. She ignored him continued flipping through her book. “please sweetheart let me fix whatever I broke. Please talk to me. I’m begging you”. She closed her book and stood up avoiding all eye contact with him.

“I have a boyfriend. We’re going on a date tomorrow. You can meet him when he picks me up.” and with that, she walked off leaving him stunned and ... happy he still believed she was dating with Midoriya.

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All Might was all excited waiting for his daughter to come out this was her very first date, to his knowledge, and her first boyfriend he wasn’t missing anything. He jumped up camera ready once he heard her bedroom door opening. Soon as she rounded the corner *click*

“what the hell are you doing” (y/n) said temporarily blinded by the flash. Gaining her vision back she rushed to her father trying to snatch the camera.

“b-but you’re so beautiful” his voice cracked and his eyes teared up. She sighed turning around and posing up against the wall.

“turn off the flash.” After a dozen or so pictures the doorbell rang “ buff up” she said as she raced to the door, her boyfriends were very impatient. All Might exited the living and nearly deflated to skinny Toshinori. This was not Midoriya.

“Daddy, I’d like you to meet my boyfriend... Bakugo” the room fell into intense silences as both males started to glare at each other. All Might because he did not want his daughter going out with this punk and Bakugo because... well All Might started it.

“How long have you two been...?” he gritted his teeth unable to finished the complete sentence.

“9 months,” Bakugo said with confidence.

“so before UA?”

“yes daddy, before UA. Well we should go don’t want to be late”

“your purse sweetheart”

“Oh, I almost forgot. Be right back” she rushed to her room leaving the two alone with each other.

“9 months? did think you had to meet me, her father.”

“I didn’t know you were her father until UA. Plus she wanted to keep it down low. Also, you’re not exactly an easy man to get a hold off...sir”

All Might leaned down his face next to his ear. “ I might be the symbol of peace but fuck with my daughter and I’ll become chaos. Do you understand?”

Bakugo now understood why villains and criminals alike feared All Might’s smile. But he wasn’t backing down.

“Sir, I care for her deeply. I love her. I will never ever hurt her nor will I let anyone or anything else even touch her. I’m going to protect her with my everything and more.”

All Might sighed standing up he reached forward and ruffles the young man's hair. It takes everything not to smack his hand away.

“Good, good answer.”

“Alright, I’m ready...what happened?” (y/n) immediately knew something was off the tension was gone. What did they do?

“nothing love, are you ready?” her father seems more willing to let her go out now he seemed more relax now.

“Yeah?” she looked at Bakugo who just rolled his eyes clearly annoyed.

“well, you two enjoy your date curfew is 10:30 and no later”

“of course daddy” she slips on her shoes and pushes Bakugo out the door

“I’ll find you”

“okay daddy” she closes the door

“I WILL HUNT YOU”

“BYE DAD” She screams through the door. And with that, she was long gone and he deflated to small Toshinori. He had a small smile on his lips. Although Bakugo wasn’t his choice

“he’s not that bad”

[kyber-crystal]

fluff alphabet || poe dameron

a/n: for @jangohshit​!! sorry this was so late—i thought it was queued already but oh welp ,.,.,., thank u for being literally one of the best mutuals anyone could ever ask for <3 also leia is peak mom material in this friendly warning :) angst to fluff thrown in, as well

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

we all know he’s the most affectionate person ever despite his seemingly intimidating persona—he loves giving you forehead kisses, back hugs, and picking you up and spinning you around when he gets the chance. 

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

the friendship started because leia had introduced you to him. you ended up clicking right away and spent nearly every waking moment you had together to the point that the entire black squadron would joke about how you and poe shared one functional braincell (i mean, they weren’t entirely wrong). he’s very overprotective—one time you tripped and fell off a ladder while helping rey fix something and he was freaking out about it more than you were. and you were completely fine, asides from a few scratches. again, the squadron loves teasing him about his ‘mama bear’ persona that he develops when he’s around you

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

YES. poe absolutely loves cuddling. he’ll take any chance he gets to hug you—whether that’s hugging you from behind during meetings, running into your arms when reuniting after a mission, or wrapping his arms around you as you relaxed with him and the others by the campfire several nights. you rarely ever slept alone, it was always you sleeping together in yours or his room, and jessika or finn would have to run in and wake you up several times in a row because you got too comfortable and nearly overslept. in short, you and him are attached at the hip

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

it was a mutual agreement between you two that you’d settle down and get married once the war was finally over. you hadn’t had many opportunities to actually sit and talk about it so the conversation was often brought up late at night when nobody else was awake.

poe isn’t the greatest ever at being tidy, but he isn’t bad at cleaning up stuff when he needs to—and any messiness is made up for with his beyond amazing cooking skills. he’s constantly pressured week after week to cook for everyone because the first time he’d made something it was love at first taste. now he’s dubbed the ultimate pilot and sous chef of the resistance

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

if you had to break it off with each other, it would be because of the war. getting into a relationship while trying to fight for your lives could put you into a compromising position and poe hated knowing that he could lose you at any point. this ultimately led to a huge argument—coincidentally, right before you left for an eight week-long mission. there were many tears involved.

you wouldn’t get together right after you claimed victory, but instead, took time building your relationship back up again before finally doing so. there were no real hard feelings involved—it was just a matter of reconstruction :3

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

once poe is committed to something, he’s committed—he’s in it for the long run. of course, he wants to make sure you’re comfortable first before anything else—and in terms of marriage, he’ll probably wait about a year or two. nothing too fancy. 

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

even though poe knows that you’re one hell of a fighter and can take practically anything that’s thrown at you, he’s very very gentle with you—same goes emotionally. he knows you’ve also been through a lot and makes sure to constantly remind you that you’re not alone and that if you ever needed someone to turn to, he’d always be here. 

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

alright, this man NEVER misses an opportunity to hug you. hugs from behind, picking you up and spinning you around until both of you got dizzy, surprising you and then hugging you, holding you in his arms to help you fall asleep after a nightmare, you name it. you joke around about how you don’t need therapy when you have his arms within reach :)

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

he says it first. you recalled it being after you returned from a quick little recon with a few other pilots and ran straight into his arms (as always, because mans loves getting hugs from you yk). 

“I love you.”

“I know,” you responded.

“I taught her that!” -han, shouting as he approached. “You really didn’t think to say hi to me first?”

“Dad.”

poe only laughs and kisses you again.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

ooooof so when poe’s jealous, he doesn’t like to show it but you can tell when he is. it’ll be little death stares from across the room or tightening his arm around your waist, even if it’s another squadron member jokingly flirting with you

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

poe’s kisses are either very gentle or very passionate—it depends. he likes kissing you on the lips but he loves forehead kisses the most. it gives him a sense of protection over you and he loves knowing you’re his special person :3

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

the kids absolutely LOVE him. you always get this warm & fuzzy feeling inside whenever you see him interacting with the younger ones on base; sometimes he’ll catch you staring and just winks at you in response (this little shit KNOWS how he makes you feel and loves it)

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

it’s pretty relaxed most of the time (that is, if it’s the weekend or you’re on break) and poe likes to stay in and cuddle for a little bit before you actually get out of bed. if not, both of you are up at the crack of dawn LOL. you often start off the day with a relaxing morning walk around the base before settling down to eat :)

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

on nights that neither of you can fall asleep, you’ll go outside and stargaze. it’s a very soothing habit you’ve learned to develop and 9/10 times it has one of you (it’s usually you) nearly knocked out cold after just an hour or two. (poe also sees this as an excuse to carry you back inside in his arms)

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

poe’s naturally a very open person but there are some things he prefers to keep to himself. but once he fully trusts you he tells you everything—though this takes maybe a couple months or so. 

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

both of you are aware he’s the more impatient of the pair, although when it comes to you he doesn’t mind waiting. when putting that aside, his patience runs a little bit more thin.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

alright mans knows you like the back of his hand. literally. like. the back. of your hand. everyone on base knows it, too—he remembers the smallest of things about you that even you don’t remember sometimes. this was the biggest giveaway for him that told everyone he was most certainly in love with you. you can guess who hosted your surprise birthday that one night after exegol : ‘)

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

your first kiss—not just because it was a first, but because of how it happened. it started pouring heavily as soon as you returned from a mission and everyone ended staying outside and having a giant water fight. while high on adrenaline, you jumped straight into his arms and before either of you had the chance to think, his lips were on yours and you were kissing underneath the stormy sky. everyone stopped what they were doing halfway and noticed, lowkey it looked like some scene from the notebook (arguably more romantic)

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

even though the two of you claim to share one braincell, poe is very very protective over you no matter how much you protest and claim you were capable of taking care of yourself. usually he’s the one who’s more freaked out about any injuries you get. other than you understood that you had to look out for each other and stick by each other no matter the cost—a promise you two intended to keep for as long as you possibly could.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

a lot. he’s very, very extra. very. han pokes fun at him sometimes for it but he too, was initially like that with leia so he can’t really argue—so instead, whenever poe’s in need of help with planning stuff he’s off to the rescue : ‘) fam rlly went from “no, you are NOT dating my daughter” to “why haven’t you guys gotten married yet?” one time for your birthday, with the help of your parents and the entire black squadron, he put on an entire air show for you complete with firework displays, and needless to say you were head over heels that night. 

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

he doesn’t sleep. poe has a very fucked up sleep schedule and often counts on you to remind him to get some rest—you found him working on his x wing one night and he told you he hadn’t slept in the past thirty-six hours—after which you scolded him and dragged him to bed. he ended up dozing off until noon 0_0

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

he’s not very concerned. though when he notices you staring or whenever you compliment him about his looks it does boost his ego :)

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

oh definitely. so much to the point that it has also become a joke among fellow rebels, even your parents (leia often tells you that she’s worried he won’t function properly unless you’re around and tbh she isn’t wrong lol). you’re his soulmate and other half whom he wouldn’t trade for the world

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

poe has the best taste in music. straight up. nobody argues nor complains when he’s in charge of music for the day, they’re always satisfied with whatever tunes he’s playing throughout the base and it puts everyone into a good mood

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

lack of respect. being inconsiderate. coldhearted. you’re thankfully none of these and for that very reason he’d chosen you—you’re everything he could ever ask for in a person

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

poe doesn’t snore, but he has a SOLID iron grip when fast asleep. “best friends always sleep in each other’s beds!” he’d claim as he crawled in next to you many nights and fell asleep hugging you very tightly. everyone knew it was again, an excuse to get closer to you. but you didn’t mind : ‘)

[pestopascal]

While I will absolutely agree that CB2077 isn’t the ONLY game doing all this bullshit, or that other AAA studios don’t deserve the flack CDPR is getting, I have to say that this is absolutely the perfect storm and I think people are FINALLY seeing the problems in modern AAA gaming. CB2077 might be fun to play, may have a good story, but it’s almost impossible to see because of the glaring issues. Which, honestly, is a good thing. I hope games change after this.

under here

AAA studios have been like this and this sort of release has been completely normalised on all accounts by both the businesses themselves and fans because of the inherent reliance on modders (bethesda at the forefront of this), as well as the pushback every time companies actually go ‘uh we need a lil more time’ (although... they just shouldnt announce potential release dates, im even of the camp they shouldnt even start releasing the game until like 6 months out from their official date because they fuck it up every time. borderlands 3 being the only game i know of being in “secret” development and then announcing itself in march for a september release. game itself aside, thats how companies should do it). easily i can remember a lot of 2011 release games which have had the exact same issues as cp77′s release, and then every other game in between since. very rarely do you actually have a game that isn’t a fucked up mess of a pile of pixels. and it is always the customisable character ones that are honestly, genuinely, ugly looking at release. but you can definitely say its been happening looooooong before 2011, with unrealistic expectations, word limits, 11 month time frames, offloading sequels to smaller companies so they can suffer if it fails, etc etc. the entire system has been like this for so long... they dont know any real different nowadays.

i mean look. tlou2 released under crunch conditions this year, and was rewarded. it was ALL over the social media feeds, it was quite the controversy because, surprise surprise, the company promised they wouldnt do it uwu and then. bam ! crunch conditions. literally around that time too, bioware employees came out with a statement saying ‘man we wish dai FAILED so that back in 2014 we couldve proven crunch was a wrong practice’. they say this as well after having to produce da2 in 14 months, which just suffered from fans and journalism for reusing environments, because it was produced in 14 months, and honestly? no one pointed that out back then, bioware themselves pointed it out again this year, 6 years after release, that that game was produced in 14 months. rdr2′s release was hounded by stories of crunch, and they all disappeared into the night because... it was heralded as the best game of all time. that was 2018, 2 years ago.

i think too is that some people get kind of ... morally and ethically concerned. which is understandable. can you consume something when you know it was made under conditions like crunch? and i think one of the most confronting things about it is that 9/10, not only has your favourite company engaged in crunch conditions, they almost actively choose to continue with them. and then that’s a whole other bag of issues blown up over there when it comes to what is able to be consumed what isn’t etc etc

i think also like a mix of marketing, promises and then the expectations of what the game will be like have really had cdpr earn the ire of fans which is just like... you don’t believe what these companies are saying. you never should, esp when it’s their ceo’s saying it who don’t work on the actual floor. bioware itself is the main culprit of doing this to the point they finally came around with all the da4 concept art and teasing to be like ‘ummm but actually dont get invested?’. remember all that qunari lady fanart that bioware management was like ... please dont get attached? yeah. yeah. like at what point as well is there going to be heavy level of apprehension to approach this? and i can’t really talk either, i cracked open the door for mass effect again. i know exactly what kind of shit bioware will pull, i know they are teasing it already on social media, but mass effect is my ride or die series. that’s why people keep opening the door on letting these companies get away with it. and you can’t fault fans entirely either because this is down to a science of how to get money. i mean, fuck, mass effect andromeda’s entire advertising campaign HINGED on the n7 logo. for the nostalgia value. and i see text posts in the same vein of both ‘guys, disney isnt gonna fuck you if you consume every remake for nostalgia value’ and ‘its understandable why people do it’.

so then you have to go ‘well are fans as just to blame’ and then that’s a whole other argument.

i think also like. i personally havent run into aaaannnyyyyyyy of the issues that you see posted online. which is ironic bc 1) i play on ps4 and 2) its an old dusty ps4. in fact a lot of ppl i have spoken to who have had issues have played on pc. does this mean the glitches dont exist? ofc not, the vids and screenshots are right there. but like... ive had a basically unhindered experience so far, and i get where ppl are coming from (i do, i promise) where theyve basically found the game unplayable. is there also a standard of what ppl consider unplayable because ive played most AAA games at launch when they basically rushed to slap the box label on the game and called it a day until they work on patches. when ppl consider unplayable is also just... different per person. some people have a slight blur on the screen when turning too fast even in an MMO and decide the game is horrible and unplayable. some people can have broken quests and npcs not loading and falling through maps and still be fine. there’s no agreed statement of what makes a game unplayable either, which is why you read threads on twitter and someone goes ‘yeah this npc t-posed so i quit in the first hour’ with a dozen replies. everyone has different levels of it.

it’s a mixed bag of issues. im not excusing cdpr, but the ppl who worked on the game are honestly likely not the ones who pushed for a release. you’ve gotta look at sony and microsoft and ceo’s with bonuses coming up and the investors and shareholders and people who sit behind computers and read numbers detailing interest and demand and supply and how every single time they had to delay this game, the loudest (but smallest) bunch of assholes on like reddit and in the twitter threads complained that it was delayed AGAIN even though back in what 2015? they said it’ll come out when it’s ready. and yeah there are times when game delays result in a mismatched half assed sort of story (kh3... p5... ffxv... dai...) and then there are times when, if they need to delay the game... they probably need to delay the game. sometimes delays are bad sometimes theyre good sometimes you are sitting there like whew if you only didn’t try to be like THIS TIME this is the release date.

the ONLY WAY this will stop happening is, quite frankly, unionising. and everyone is allergic to that whole concept so like... this is “the perfect storm” as you put it. but it’s also not. people have been so disappointed over the last 2 years alone for gaming companies, the final product, the attitudes from higher ups, that i think cdpr is receiving a good few years worth of anger. i think theyre also on the receiving end of misdirection from american fans who still don’t fucking get the company isn’t american, because that’s another bag of issues as well. like we’re holding at least 8 bags of groceries out of the back of the car now, and we don’t want to take another trip, because there are so many little bits of this entire situation to look at. there’s so much back and forth.

i think the worst, but most realistic thing is: games won’t change. how they will social media wise will. maybe. assuming bioware gets their heads out their asses but... they’re going to be a lot more careful. i mean, hell, sony offered refunds. that was just a publicity stint. they dont give a fuck if the game was bad. as i said before, if they did, they would make all companies fix trophy problems, starting from like 2010 or whenever the trophy system first came out. they just don’t wanna fall in alongside cdpr being thrown on its sword. but the companies are gonna learn from this, get smarter, still do the same shit to their employees, still pay off journalists, still do media blackouts, etc etc. and we’re gonna be here in another year’s time, with another game, having these same roundabout arguments, and cp77′s issues are gonna fade into just a wikipedia article.

[halowastaken]

Why I Left (Chapter 10.)

read on ao3

Summary:

“What about his card? You gave him a card when you gave him the internship right?” Pepper asked typing something in her laptop “He converted all of it to cash in the atm in the museum downstairs and then threw it in the recycling bin right next to said atm. At this point this the spider is just making fun of me” Tony said frustrated “It is tuesday. I can go check if he attended to school” Happy said on his phone “Nope. I already did. Been doing it for the whole two weeks we’ve been looking” Pepper said and Tony was honestly shocked that it has been so long. He looks around and there are coffee mugs everywhere, random papers and tablets where they are not supposed to be, every screen in the room had to do with Peter’s search ---

“Kid, how are you doing?” Tony said while working in the suit update

“Good actually. The new webb formula is looking great!” Peter says with a smile while mixing some stuff that Tony didn’t get. He didn’t need to though

“That’s cool Peter. When you are done with that, I need you to fix the code in the Ironman suit that connects it to the arc reactor” Tony is expecting an answer from Peter, but when he doesn’t he turns around to find a really hesitant Peter “What is it?”

“I don’t really know how to code” Peter says stuttering

“You hacked your suit” Tony said confused

“No. I asked my friend to hack it for me. I have cero clue how coding works” Peter says and Tony sighs

“Ok then. You are in for a treat today, because I am gonna teach you how to code. Call it coding 101 with Tony Stark” Peter’s eyes widened and he starts smiling

“That’s awesome Mr. Stark! Thank you so much! I promise I will pay attention to do whatever you teach me perfectly!” Peter said really excited

“I know you will. First thing you need to know about coding is the ‘three u`s’ rule. Undetectable, Unbreakable and Unexpected. Ever since I started coding, these three rules are my secret to always get to what I want” Tony says. Peter raises an eyebrow giving away that he has no idea what Tony is talking about “Ok so, when your friend hacked my suit, I had ho idea that the suit was hacked at first. That’s the first U. Undetectable. Also I am not gonna lie to you, when you gave the suit back I did try to put the training wheels protocol back on, but I couldn’t. Unbreakable. And lastly, you are the last person I think of that would hack a million dollar suit. Unexpected” Peter wanted to argue back about the last point, but he decided not to. “Now, go grab your laptop, cause we are coding today” Tony said and Peter with a smile ran to the other side of the lab to grab his laptop

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“I’m so sorry it took me so long. The elevator was malfunctioning but I am-” Pepper was looking to her phone while talking, and when she looked up she was...concerned “You are sticked to the floor”

“I am fully aware of that. In Peter’s desk there should be a bottle with the level ‘unsticky spray’. Can you reach it please?” Pepper was confused. She still did what she was told, but that didn’t answer questions. Tony did seem off. Last time she saw him off was right before Germany, but that didn’t last long because Peter started to be part of their lives around that time. But Peter wasn’t there. It was weird considering that she told Tony to not let him out.

“Where is Peter?” She asked. She shouldn’t have asked that. Tony looked like his world was vanishing

“He ran away Pepper” Pepper was confused now but she let Tony talk “Something is going on with that kid Pepper. He’s in trouble. I can just feel it. I need to track him and make sure he is ok” Tony says, really worried. Pepper wanted to argue but instead she just nodded

“What do you need me to do?” Pepper asks and then Tony stands up

“Call Rhodey. Tell him that I need him here and right now. I am finding my kid.

And then he starts. He pulls up the coding in the hologram screen. The kid did really well because at first sight it looked like he did nothing but little did Tony know that was just the beginning of one of the biggest hacks he’s ever seen.

Undetectable

“Tony” It’s been seven hours since Peter left. Tony hasn’t gone out of the lab since Peter left. He refuses to leave until he finds his kid “Tony, Rhodey is gonna be here tomorrow morning”

“Pepper I love you but if you are here to ask me to take a break I hate to break it to you” Tony says without stopping working

“Actually, I am here to tell you that I am going to look for him” Tony raises an eyebrow and turns around to look at her “If he left without being noticed, he would at least use the Spiderman suit. He must be out in the streets somewhere. If not I’ll go to his department to look for him there, I’ll also call his friends to see if they know where he could be, and all of that stuff” Tony was surprised, in fact. His wife never encouraged him to stay all night in the lab “Don’t look at me like that. He is my kid too. You are not the only one that is gonna stay up all night today” Then Pepper left the lab.

Well that was new. Tony was a hundred percent sure Pepper would just tell him to go get some sleep. Tony then just kept trying to break the code. What he didn’t know is that it was gonna take him a while. He tried literally everything that he could think of and none of it worked. He was Tony Stark for god’s sake. Tony fucking Stark was being outsmarted by the same sixteen year old that he spent time with. But he needed to keep trying. For Peter. For his kid.

“You look like you visited hell” Tony then looked over his shoulder and scoffed

“I’ve looked worse” Tony says and Rhodey shakes his head

“So, Pepper mentioned about the spider kid and his aunt but we didn’t really get into the details so I would like to know why am I here?” Rhodey says looking at Tony’s screen

“Peter is in a lot of trouble and I don’t even know where he is. All connections were cut and I’ve been trying to find any kind of connection with him since yesterday but I am losing my mind” Tony says without taking his eyes out of the screen

“Have you tried locating the ip address of his phone or the suit?” Rhodey asks 

“Yup. Also, do you think you can try to find something on Ben Parker? For some reason I have the feeling that he has something to do with all of this. Called him a few days ago and the man was not in a good mood” Tony explains which makes Rhodey doubt about this

“You think that the kid’s uncle killed his aunt or something?” Rhodey asks

“Nah. The police report says that the guy that killed May hasn’t been found, which by the way I also have to look into that guy” Tony says thinking out loud

“So the kid hacked FRI? Is it bad?” Rhodey asks looking at Tony’s screen 

“He knew what he was doing. This is advanced level shit. Almost unbreakable” Tony says remembering the first time he teached Peter how to code. The kid learned every single bit that Tony teached him. 

“Have you tried looking in the news for spiderman? Even the smallest thing could help. Even if it is just some girl posting in her stories a picture of him or something like that” Rhodey said grabbing a tablet

“I already did it but do that again just to see if there is anything new. Just know that if I have to reunite the Avengers to find him, I'll even get Thor to visit midgard” Tony said confidently. He was sure that he was gonna find his kid. Or even better, he was sure that his kid was in danger. That terrified Tony. and fear is the greatest motivator. After a couple hours they called in Happy to go question his friends (“Keep it legal Happy! Can’t handle looking for a kid and a lawsuit at the same time!”). Pepper came back with no luck. But that wouldn't make them give up. They will find out what happened.

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“What about his card? You gave him a card when you gave him the internship right?” Pepper asked typing something in her laptop

“He converted all of it to cash in the atm in the museum downstairs and then threw it in the recycling bin right next to said atm. At this point this the spider is just making fun of me” Tony said frustrated

“It is tuesday. I can go check if he attended to school” Happy said on his phone

“Nope. I already did. Been doing it for the whole two weeks we’ve been looking” Pepper said and Tony was honestly shocked that it has been so long. He looks around and there are coffee mugs everywhere, random papers and tablets where they are not supposed to be, every screen in the room had to do with Peter’s search

“Well, this can’t be right” Rhodey said out loud, catching everyone’s attention. “The first thing I did was look into mister uncle dearest and got nothing. I left it alone but now I decided to double check and there is an ip address. Ben’s phone” Tony then took a look into Rhodey’s tablet and he was right. He was surprised actually. He could tell that Peter was so precise and careful with all of his personal info, and everyone else that could have a connection with him. He forgot his uncle. 

“This is-” Tony made a pause to think of something to say that properly describes the situation

“Unexpected” FRIDAY said and Tony raised his eyebrow

“Yeah” Tony said and then he started looking into Ben’s phone. He was connected to the same wifi connection as Peter’s laptop and phone. That’s where they had to be. He finally looked into the address. Peter’s department

“That can’t be. Last time I was there, it was empty. No lights or sound” Pepper said and Tony got up his chair

“I am gonna go check this time. Something tells me we got him. Rhodey, you drive. Pepper, stay here in case something happens, and Happy, go get his favorite stuff for when we get back here” Tony said determined. 

He is on his way.

[pretending-ican-write]

Surprises

Being the wife of a mob boss does come with its own waters to tread through carefully and sometimes it’s hard not to drown.  You regularly had to do damage control for the Holland boys as they sometimes went a bit too far with their interrogations and Haz was usually the only one who can help you calm them down.  That was the case today.  

Harry, the sensible one of the brothers, had called you whilst you were still in the comfort of your bed in Kensington and demanded that you get down to Elementary as fast as possible.  You’d told him that you could be there within the next couple of hours.  Being summoned to the bar in that manner could mean only one thing; Tom was very close to causing the family a massive problem.  And that meant you needed to go in there looking like you owned the place (which, side note, you did) and that took time.  So you steeled yourself before scanning your wardrobe to decide on an appropriate outfit.

--

Elementary was dead- after all, it was only 10 am- so you strode through the empty bar to the back room where the real shit went down.  Harry and Sam were stood outside the door, usually a bad sign because that meant Haz was the only one stopping Tom from killing somebody.

“On a scale from 1 to 10, how bad is it?” You asked cautiously.

Sam sighed, “at least a 20.”

“Wish me luck then boys,” you patted him on the shoulder and handed him your bag before opening the door to the meeting room.

You strode in there to find a scene that was not unfamiliar.  Tom stood against the far wall, suit jacket over the chair, his waistcoat unbuttoned, tie loosened and he’d clearly been running his hands through his hair looking at the state of it.  Haz sat at the table, looking bored by the whole situation, as he often did.  Then across, at the other end of the table, was some lad who looked worse for wear.  At a guess, he was probably someone who had been selling for them and tried to take stock or money for himself.

“What seems to be the problem boys?” You greeted, throwing your leather jacket over one of the chairs and laying your sunglasses on the table.

Haz looked up from the papers on the table, “Harry made his usual call then?”

“Good morning darling,” Tom smiled, “this idiot here thought he might just skim a little extra off the top of his usual takings.”

You nodded, “what’s he dealing?”

“The usual.  Weed, a bit of molly,” he answered.

You smiled, “and how much was he making?  And skimming?”

“Anywhere from a couple of hundred a day on the right week,” Haz answered, “he was meant to take 10% of it all but when Sam’s added it all up- more than 20% of the takings have gone.”

You looked calmly at him, “how old are you?”

“I ain’t no fucking child for you to question,” he spat, “I’m older than you.”

You smirked, “I’m sure you are mate but that doesn’t answer the question.  Now I suggest you do because I can only stop him for so long.”

“I’m 26.  Does that answer your question you demanding bitch?” He snapped.

Haz let out a low whistle, “you just made a massive mistake there.”

“Okay you listen to me,” you leant across the table to stare at him, “you do not speak down to those who have control over you.  You do not steal from those who ensure your family is cared for.  And most importantly, you do not disrespect me.  Because you might think that I’m just some girl with a ring on my finger for the title that comes with it but you would be seriously fucking mistaken.  You might think that all I do is stand at that bar and serve drinks but I know every inner working of this organisation.  

So, because I’m feeling nice and I know you have a little girl waiting for you somewhere, I’m going to let you leave this bar with your life but you are not on our payroll anymore.  You walk out that fucking door and you no longer have any association with the Holland name.  But rest assured, if you try to fuck us over again, your daughter will not have a father to care for her.  And believe me, that is not something I would ever want to do.  But if you fuck with my family again, I will have to fuck with yours.”

You pushed yourself back off the table and crossed your arms, eyeing the door expectantly.  He took his cue and hurried out the door. 

“One of these days you are going to get yourself in some shit that I will not be able to fix for you and it won’t just be some dealers stealing your money,” you snapped before storming out of the room.

Harry tried to stop you as you left the room but you just grabbed your bag from him before continuing out of the bar.  Once on the streets of Chelsea and far enough away from Elementary that the Holland boys wouldn’t come to get you, you collapsed against the building.   You loved Tom, you really did, and you had since you were 16.  5 years ago when you fell in love with the mobster’s son at college you knew what this life entailed but sometimes it was hard to be the one that always had to pick up the pieces.  Sometimes you wished life wasn’t this complicated, and you hate yourself for it, but he already had enough blood on his hands and you would like to be able to reduce any new blood as much as possible.

After a few minutes, you steeled yourself to go back to the bar to start getting it ready to open.

--

You strode back into Elementary where a few of the waitresses had turned up to start cleaning the bar ready for the evening to begin.  Usually, you’d spend a few minutes chatting to the staff to see how they’d been since seeing them last but today you really weren’t in the mood so you headed straight to the back room.  Unsurprisingly the room was empty and there was no sign of that morning’s business.  You threw your bag at the table, ignoring the fact that everything clattered out of it.  Most days were stressful and you’d done the same thing a thousand times but for some reason today it was too much.  You paced up and down the room, the Louboutins clicking against the hardwood floor.  

“Y/N you’ve had Tom going apeshit since you left this morning,” snapped Haz as he strode into the room.

You glared at him, “he pulls this shit all the fucking time.  He needs to keep himself in control otherwise Dom will hand it over to the twins.”

“You’ve known this is what life was gonna be like for the past 5 years Y/N/N,” he pointed out.

You sighed, “I signed up for the mob shit but not him losing it over the smallest things.  He never used to be this bad Haz.”

“Then maybe you should talk to him.  Give him a chance to explain himself,” Haz opened the door to the room showing your husband.

Tom smiled sheepishly, “hello love.”

“You can go Has,” you nodded to him, “if you wouldn’t mind helping the girls set up that would be greatly appreciated.”

He left you facing your husband, “so…”

“This has to stop Tommy.  I know what comes with running this business but you’ve been a bit out of control,” you began, “I need you to stop all this.  Let the boys deal with the messier side of things please.”

Tom strode towards you and took your hands in his, “darling anything you want but this seems all a bit sudden.  What’s brought this on?”

“I’m going to need you to promise you’ll be around a bit more and that you’ll keep us safe,” you whispered.

He nodded, “I’ll always protect y-... did you say us?” 

You smiled and brought his hands to your stomach, “if you want it that is of course.”

Tom rolled his eyes fondly, “of course I would want us to have a child,” he reached to stroke your cheek, “and I promise darling that will hand more over to Harry and Sam.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, “maybe we could finally get that farmhouse too.”

“One step at a time darling,” he responded, capturing your lips with his.

[darkpoisonouslove]

Griffin x Valtor Angsty Headcanons

@trashcankitty12 You requested these some time around 17th December last year and I haven’t forgotten I promised to do them if I got the inspo. Well, I finally did so here they are:

1. Do they have a lot of arguments? If so, over what?

They don’t really argue that much. They can end up arguing about strategies and sometimes when Valtor decides to distract Griffin in the wrong moment. But it’s mostly over work that they don’t see eye to eye. Especially when Griffin wants less bloodshed which would require more effort on their part. Valtor doesn’t really care about innocent lives and he has so much on his mind that any extra effort required of him is the equivalent of torture. So they often times can’t reach consensus on that. Valtor will also go out of his way to try to impress his mothers (even though that will never happen) and that can be too much for Griffin sometimes since he starts driving her insane by insisting they have to be doing better when there’s no way for that to happen. (And it says a lot when she thinks he’s being too pedantic and in over his head with perfectionalism.)

2. Who apologizes first? In what way? Is it hard for either of them to apologize?

Griffin can be so goddamn stubborn, even more than Valtor. And he gets scared that she might think of leaving. So a lot of the time it is him who approaches her first after a fight. However, he does have a hard time apologizing. Not only because of his ego but because he’s been taught that admitting mistakes is a weakness. So he isn’t really good at apologizing with words. He will say that he doesn’t want them to fight, though, and admit that she does have a point. And he apologizes in actions. He comes to be more verbal about his regret over time, though, and asking her to forgive him. Griffin appreciates all of it. And tries to reciprocate when she figures she might have been wrong.

3. Which one has more insecurities? Over what?

They both have insecurities but Valtor has more. He’s pretty much woven from insecurities that he’s not competent enough, not strong enough, not smart enough, not good enough and anything else he’s not good enough at. The problem is that there will never be enough for his mothers and even though he realizes that, it is too difficult to break out of the mindset that’s been pushed on him during all those years.

4. Who gets more riled up? Do they show their anger?

Valtor is much easier to rile up. He’s a ticking bomb waiting to explode. Especially when he’s already on edge and his mothers have had a talk with him. He will explode over something. He shows it through his voice that rises immediately, his expression distorts in rage and his magic fills the room tangibly, surrounding you as if to trap you as he doesn’t try to hold it back. Griffin might back off but she may not either. Depends on how angry she is herself. She is usually more collected but in a fit of rage, she’s just as reckless as him. They’ve gotten in magical fights with each other when they were both mad.

5. How do they hide their pain when they’re upset? Do they try to hide their pain?

Valtor will always try to hide his pain. It’s just something that’s been engraved into him and drilled into his head. He can’t really hide from Griffin, though. She knows him and can tell when something’s wrong. He usually doesn’t want to cry to her every time his mothers hurt him (not only because of his pride, but also because it just happens too often) but Griffin can tell he’s not fine. She will leave him alone if he insists he doesn’t want to talk but she will make sure to be extra close and offer silent comfort. (He really appreciates it.)

Griffin gets irritable when something is wrong and she starts exploding over the smallest of things. Valtor knows that there is a problem when she starts acting like that and he tries to figure out what’s going on. Griffin isn’t really helpful as she refuses to tell him and insists she’s fine, only getting more annoyed by his attempts to get to the truth. She will relent eventually (usually in the form of another explosion) and pour it all out in the open. She tries her best not to cry but the tears usually come simply because she’s been trying to bottle it all up but it’s coming out all at once and it can be overwhelming. Valtor will do his best to comfort her and hug her if she allows it. She usually does which is good for him because he’s not all that great with words when it comes to offering consolation.

6. Who tries to make up first? Does it work?

Valtor actually tries to make up first most of the time. Griffin can be very stubborn and she’s usually right. And he wants to fix things when he cools down. He wants to make sure she knows he didn’t mean to hurt her because he loves her and he doesn’t want to give her a reason to leave.

7. Would they hate-fuck if they were mad at one another? If they had a falling out?

Yes, and yes. Even if they’re mad (or hating each other), they will use sex as an excuse to be close to each other. And as a way to show the other that there is no getting away from each other and that between them. There is a lot of roughness and marking to leave the other reminders that they are theirs. It’s very possessive and usually mind-blowing (except after the breakup when it is just heartbreaking). And they both remain smug about “claiming” the other even after they make up.

8. Do they hold grudges? Is it hard for them to let go/forgive each other?

They don’t really hold grudges. Even if they can’t let go of the hurt immediately, it dissipates with time. And besides, they can’t hide it from each other when there’s a problem because it instantly shows in their combined magic and they have to talk it out whether they like it or not. Both of them have had times when they were reluctant to talk but they both admit that it was better that way since the problem got resolved.

9. Is there something big that could potentially tear them apart if it was revealed?

Yes, the fact that his mothers are planning a genocide. Other than that, there aren’t things that they don’t know about each other. And they got through everything else but it sucks that the one thing that is left is exactly the one that can tear them apart and did.

10. If something already happened to tear them apart, what would make them come back together? Is it even possible?

This question is just too ironic. I don’t want to say that it’s impossible but it is somewhere there. For that to happen Valtor would have to give up on his pride and ambitions and Griffin will have to find a way to earn his trust back which just… like I said, not completely impossible but right next to it.

11. What’s their favorite pastime when they’re upset?

For Valtor it is physical activity. He will put all the rage he has inside him in it and that will help him get it out. And he always gets loads of rage when he’s upset. It’s a mechanism that he’s developed to make sure he won’t display any weakness. So any feelings of sadness and helplessness will quickly be converted into anger which he’ll use to fuel him in his physical exercises.

Griffin loves to read when she’s upset. She’ll lose herself in a book and won’t think about the thing that is upsetting her. And if she finishes the book, she can grab another one and keep repeating until the issue is gone and she doesn’t have to deal with it.

12. Who do they confide in when shit hits the fan (besides each other)?

They don’t really have anyone they can truly talk to about what is bothering them besides each other (and not even that is possible sometimes). Griffin may talk to Faragonda about some things but never about Valtor. He’ll lose it if he understands she’s told Faragonda anything private about him and she also can’t get an unbiased opinion from Faragonda anyway.

13. Is it hard for them to talk about their feelings openly with each other? If so, is there any way that can be resolved, even in the slightest?

It is hard for both of them in the beginning. Valtor just doesn’t know how to open up to people and also expects to be ridiculed about any feelings he may have so he just doesn’t do it. Griffin finds it hard to talk to him because of the very same things and because she knows how he’s been raised and also the way he behaves does not exactly leave you inclined to share your innermost feelings with him. They slowly get more and more comfortable with each other, though, and things start to slip into conversations until they find themselves tackling feelings directly. It was never a conscious process, though. Any conscious effort has only been made towards being understanding of the other.

14. Who grieves more when the other is away?

That would actually be Valtor but you’ll never be able to tell. He forces himself to keep going about his day. He doesn’t have the time to sit around and wait for her return anyway. And work keeps him occupied but the moment he has an ounce of free time, his thoughts immediately drift to her and the fear that she won’t return rises in him instantly and makes him do his best to push it down.

Griffin gets more visibly restless when Valtor is on a solo mission. As his partner she can’t help but feel like something will go wrong when she’s not there to watch his back. She can’t really sit still. She tries to work but that doesn’t always help. She makes sure to avoid other coven members if possible as she doesn’t need whispers to start going around. People talk enough as it is and all they know is that she and Valtor are sleeping together. She is ecstatic when she feels him come back.

15. Who misses the other more, or really thinks about them more?

That’s hard to say. Valtor has a lot on his mind at all times and can’t really afford to get sidetracked while Griffin tries not to lose her focus. She has been distracted by thoughts about him while reading a book, though, which to her was the biggest sign that she’s in love because hardly anything manages to get between her and her books. She has a bit more free time so she finds herself thinking about him more.

16. Do either of them have a special item (an article of clothing, a necklace, a book) that they use when they miss the other? if so, what is it? What do they do with it (read, wear, look at, smell)?

Griffin wears one of his shirts if he’s been on a mission too long and she starts missing him. And she sleeps in his bed even if he’s not there.

Valtor has a copy of her favorite book of poetry and he goes through it if she’s not there to be with him. Sometimes he just keeps it close to feel her presence even if he’s too tired to read it. Griffin has found him sleeping with the book next to him in bed but she decided not to comment on that. She didn’t want him to get all defensive about it.

17. Who cries more? Who gets more emotional in general?

Griffin doesn’t consider herself emotional but compared to Valtor, she is definitely the feelsy one. Or rather, the one that shows her sensitivity more openly since Valtor is wary of having his emotions used against him or being ridiculed for them. Once he learns to trust her with his vulnerability, though, he starts showing more and Griffin is just in awe of his softness. That is what has made her cry a couple of times. Though, she’s cried over books too. Valtor teased gently about that, said that she was his “sensitive bookworm”. She tried to glare but it didn’t really work out through her tears.

18. Do either of them have the other’s stuff lying around their house?

Griffin has practically moved in his room which has no more room in it anymore with her stuff everywhere. Especially the plants. Valtor wasn’t a big fan at first but watching how gentle she is with them has proven to be soothing and he came around. They do have some trouble sharing the desk, though, as they both have a lot of need for it. They try to make do because they want to be around each other.

19. How about teasing? Do they tease each other while in a fight (whether it be with themselves or just general teasing)?

Well, yes, of course. Valtor is the master of teasing and Griffin tries her best to resist but she can’t always do that for long. Luckily for her, Valtor isn’t doing that much better when she turns the tables on him.

20. Do either of them have any vices?

Pride? Do we count pride? Also, Valtor’s coffee consumption could probably be listed as a vice. And Griffin’s carelessness when it comes to getting enough rest surely classifies as well.

21. What’s the thing they miss most about each other?

Valtor misses her smile and her touch because he could tell from just those how she felt about him. It was different when she touched him or smiled at him from when anyone else did it. There was just so much warmth and tenderness in her and the way she regarded him and that is not something he’s had outside of his relationship with her.

Griffin misses his voice and his words. For how skillful a liar she knew he was, she always believed everything he told her. She never doubted whether he loved her and meant the compliments he was giving her. It was like a special kind of magic that no one else had and it made her feel wanted and loved.

22. What’s their go-to breakup/angst song?

Griffin was about to resort to the heavy metal from her teen years. XD She was just mad at the universe and at herself for having to leave him. She knew how much she hurt him and she harbored intense self-hatred for that and was constantly ready to murder someone so she needed music to fit her edgy mood.

Valtor almost started hating music thanks to her departure. The only thing he could bear to listen was just music without lyrics and it was usually something fast and angry. He did his best to steer away from melancholic pieces because he knew it would just drag him deeper in his pain. Not that he admitted he was in pain.

23. Who’s more jealous?

Valtor would be the obvious answer. You don’t touch what is his. You don’t look at it. You don’t even think about it. However, Griffin is just as jealous. Especially at the beginning of their relationship when it wasn’t quite official and she was sure he only wanted her for her power so she was afraid he might find himself another witch. Not that there was any witch more powerful than her but still. There was just this fear inside her since she knew she was feeling more about him than he was feeling about her anyway. So she kept all the other witches away while also doing her best not to look clingy. Valtor had so much fun teasing her about it but she did fire right back, of course. Once the feelings settled a little and Valtor realized them, he made sure to be more reassuring even if he kept teasing her.

24. Who is the first to forgive?

It depends. Valtor was never really taught the value of forgiveness but Griffin can hold a grudge like no one else if she thinks he was wrong to go against her when she was clearly right. It takes her time to come around sometimes but Valtor also has trouble letting go of his pride pretty often. It really depends entirely on the situation.

25. What’s the one deal breaker for either of them (lack of communication, fear of commitment, etc)?

For Valtor a deal breaker would be lack of respect for his actions and opinions considering the way he’s been raised. And while Griffin happens to argue with him often, she never does it in an attempt to belittle and humiliate him so he feels safe with her even when they don’t see eye to eye on everything.

For Griffin lack of honesty and attention would be the thing chasing her away. She wants to be able to trust her partner and also to feel appreciated. Luckily, she always believes Valtor and even when he is snowed under with work and can’t pay her attention at that precise moment, he makes it up to her once he has the time. She doesn’t feel neglected or forgotten with him.

26. Who would take longer to let go? Do they ever really “let go”?

Neither of them really lets go. But Griffin will manage to move on with time even if it still hurts and she is still in love. She will just try to get on with her life because the relationship may be over but that isn’t. She will probably struggle with any potential relationships because of lingering feelings for Valtor. She won’t think it’s fair to the other person and to herself as well. But eventually, I think she would try to have a new relationship even if there is still love for him.

Valtor pretends there is nothing to let go of, that she didn’t mean much or anything, really, to him outside of her role as his magic partner. But he never lets go. He hates her and he knows he will hate her until he dies. But he also loves her and that doesn’t seem to have the intention of going away any time soon either. He uses it to feed the hate and rage because he’s convinced that there’s nothing else that can come of it.

27. Who is more afraid of confrontation?

Valtor is. He’s not scared of the confrontation itself as much as he is of the consequences. He’s always been told that he’s not good enough and he’s afraid that any fight might make Griffin realize that as well and leave him. It doesn’t stop him from going off when he’s angry but it really gets to him later on and he is hovering over Griffin for a while before he can calm down and trust that he hasn’t chased her away with his bad side.

28. Who’s the first to distance themselves (if either)?

That would be Valtor because he is (not so knowingly) trying to avoid any hurt that will come if she walks away. It’s a poor coping mechanism but it’s at work anyway. Griffin sometimes doesn’t let him do that because she’s concerned for him and sometimes she’s just too mad and will not accept him walking away from her. It has led to entirely new fights but they’re working their way through it.

29. Who’s more patient? Is it hard to break that patience?

Griffin has always been more patient, though Valtor knows just how to irritate her. It’s not so bad when it’s playful but if he’s doing it with the intent of truly annoying her and starting a fight, it can get pretty ugly. Griffin tries to be more patient with him because she knows he wasn’t really taught how to resolve conflicts in a civilized manner and without hurting the person he loves but he just pushes all of her buttons and she has had a few cases of exploding really fast and even worse than him.

Valtor can turn out to be the more patient sometimes despite being the more passionate and reckless one of the two. Usually, if Griffin gets ticked off by something that he can make his way around without getting mad, he will be the one to help her calm down. Sometimes his attempts to brighten the mood backfire and they end up fighting when Griffin riles him up as well but he has had a high rate of success in helping her find her cool. Ironically enough.

30. Who’s the first to blame themselves?

It depends, really. Griffin will blame herself if she thinks she was wrong. But sometimes she just says that she was never wrong and that is that on that. In those cases there is no budging from her, even if she mellows out in the way she insists she was right.

Valtor has a tendency to blame himself because he’s afraid of chasing her away. However, that clashes with his pride and he sometimes apologizes for the smallest of things while other times he insists he’s right because he can’t get over his pride. They have fought it out a couple of times and it seems to melt away once the angry energy is out of their system and one of them is pinned under the other.

31. Who’s more likely to do something out of spite?

Griffin, actually. She is a very spiteful creature while any spiteful retaliation has been long beaten out of Valtor by the Ancestral Witches. He knows Griffin won’t hurt him for doing something out of spite but he is actually glad that he doesn’t have to deal with his own spite when he already has to deal with hers. It makes getting along a little easier and he’ll take it, pride or no pride.

32. Who would be the first to say they hate the other? Would they mean it?

Griffin has said it before they were together when he wouldn’t stop pestering her. There were a few times when she had had enough of him and told him she hates him. It was quite the shock for him and she could tell despite his attempts to cover it up. She swore it was more trouble fixing that than just tolerating his bullshit because she needed to reassure him three hundred times that she didn’t mean it. And the fact that he would refrain from going back to his teasing for a long while after that actually worried her because it meant he had really taken it to heart. After the second time she said it, she swore to herself that she wouldn’t anymore. She has since then, once or twice. It just slipped out in her anger but once they started their relationship, she made it a priority to make sure she would never say it again. She hasn’t since then. Not even after she ran away from the Coven. Not even after he came back from Omega. He has said it to her, though, and she knew he meant it every time. It really hurt but she understood.

33. Who worries more?

They both worry. A lot. Griffin worries more openly, though, while Valtor will pretend he’s not worried but will keep looking for excuses to be close to her and touching her. She knows he has been taught to associate affection with weakness so she doesn’t complain when he won’t admit he is worried sick for her. And she knows that he’s also doing it to protect her from his mothers in case they decide he cares too much for her.

34. What scent reminds them of the other?

Baked bread and jasmine remind Valtor of Griffin. Also the scent of ink, though that one can be pretty irritating to his sense of smell.

Griffin always thinks of him when she smells gardenias because she was very pleasantly surprised when he gifted her some for her birthday. And the smell of coffee is a constant reminder too.

35. Do they have any regrets (regarding the other, or just in general)?

Valtor regrets ever falling in love with her. He even regrets recruiting her for the Coven bc he was wrapped around her finger ever since he met her. He just wishes he hadn’t.

Griffin does not regret leaving the Coven but she regrets leaving Valtor. She regrets that she didn’t just spell him and take him with her. She didn’t have to surrender to the Company. She could’ve just found them a hidden place for them to be together. She’s pretty confident that he would have stayed with her if he’d been given the opportunity to think without his mothers being a threat to him. But that just only makes her regret it more.

36. Who’s quicker to walk away if a situation gets heated?

Neither, really. They’re both too stubborn and often times their fights escalate unbelievably before the tension settles a little and one of them can calm down enough to put a fight to it. Griffin claims it’s strategical on her part because she knows he won’t just let her move away from the fight.

37. Who is more prone to anger?

They’re both like ticking bombs just waiting to explode, especially when they are swamped with work and irritable as hell, but Valtor is always more prone to anger. It’s just his thing. Griffin says it gets old sometimes but she doesn’t truly mind. And she loves calming him down when it’s possible, loves feeling him relax in her hands and knowing that even his anger doesn’t stand a chance against his feelings for her.

38. Who cries more in an argument? Do either of them cry?

Griffin has cried a few times. Valtor has had tears pretty much ruled out of his life a long, long time ago and even with Griffin he still has a hard time letting go. It usually only happens when she catches him off guard and he is never off guard during a fight so he doesn’t cry during those. Griffin has started crying, though. He panicked when she just burst into tears out of the blue but it was actually much worse that time he could see the tears gathering in her eyes while they were yelling at each other until they just started rolling down her cheeks silently. It broke his heart, and even more so that he couldn’t help her because he was the reason for her tears and she wouldn’t let him calm her down. Not right away, at least. Griffin has reassured him that crying ultimately makes her feel better, though, because all the negative emotions flow out.

39. Does it take a lot for it to get to the point of yelling?

Not really. Griffin will half shout if he keeps ignoring her while he’s working on his notes and he will start growling and it will soon turn into full on yelling. They do tend to yell a lot but neither of them seems to bat an eye at that. It’s just the normal way of communicating for them while they’re in a fight.

40. Who sleeps on the couch? Can either of them sleep without the other?

It depends. Valtor will sleep on the couch if Griffin kicks him out of bed. Occasionally, he’ll move there himself because he can tell she needs space. Griffin will move on the couch when she’s mad at him but still wants to take care of him and let him have his rest because she knows how tired he always is. If he’s really gotten on her nerves, though, he can kiss the bed goodbye for the night.

They make do when they have to sleep on their own but it’s very unpleasant for both of them. Griffin feels cold without Valtor’s heat next to her and he feels very lonely and instantly starts panicking about what he’ll do if he has to sleep alone again. He really doesn’t want to when he’s so used to feeling Griffin and her love for him right next to him in bed.

41. Who’s more likely to protect the other?

Valtor will not stop to think for a second if something is threatening her (as long as he is sure it is not a test of his mothers’). Griffin is a bit more strategical, although for how reasonable she believes herself to be, she also jumps in without thinking when Valtor is exposed to danger. It’s almost like her magic is pulling her towards him when they both know together they are much stronger and almost invincible.

42. If one of them gets injured, who worries more?

Griffin frets more because she knows how hurt Valtor has been throughout the years by missions and by his mothers. She doesn’t want him to go through any more pain even if she knows he can handle it. Valtor, on the other hand, is more worried for her because he doesn’t know how good a job he can do with healing. She has always been better at that even though he is the one with the Dragon Fire.

43. Who would be more afraid of the other’s death/harm?

Valtor. He doesn’t even want to think about it because he knows he won’t be able to pick himself up if she dies. Especially if he fails to keep her safe like he’s supposed to. Griffin knows that she will be devastated at the event of his death but there is still the mission to help dark magic users and she knows she will push herself to see that through at the very least. .Even if she’s sure she’ll never find it in herself to love someone else.

44. Who ends up yelling first? Are they always yelling when arguing, or do neither of them yell at all?

Either one of them may start yelling. It depends on who is more enraged at the moment, but usually the other is quickly brought up to speed. They rarely have a quiet argument, or even moderate noise level. Usually, it’s yelling with them.

45. Who would be more likely to save who?

Griffin is more likely to save Valtor based on the sheer number of times he gets in trouble. He just puts himself at risk far more often thanks to his recklessness and impulsive decisions and she ends up saving his ass a lot more often than he returns the favor.

46. Who stays up at night brooding?

Griffin. She is just the one that stays up in general. Valtor is too tired to stay up but he’ll find a time slot to brood during the day, you can be sure of that.

47. Who has more dreams/nightmares about the other?

Griffin. Valtor just doesn’t dream a lot in general. His subconsciousness has closed off as much as possible thanks to Lysslis’ strolls in his mind and he doesn’t have a lot of dreams. Not even nightmares. Griffin will happen to have a nightmare here, a wet dream there to go with her daydreams about a future life together outside the war that they may have. She is afraid of losing him to the Council or to his mothers but she also has some good things going on with him in her subconsciousness. ;)

48. Who comforts who after a bad dream/event?

Valtor doesn’t always wake up when Griffin startles awake from a nightmare and she prefers not to wake him up. He is pretty good in comforting her, though, and she has told him that. He always laughs it off and says that she thinks that because she hasn’t been comforted by herself. She is the best at comforting and he will kiss her breathless until she accepts it and agrees with him which Griffin always tries to struggle against but she loses out in the end.

49. Do they think about each other a lot? Does it affect their performance/schoolwork?

They do think about each other quite a bit and it affects them both despite their best efforts. Valtor will find himself thinking of her soothing warmth next to him if he’s staying up all night bc of a mission and Griffin will drift away into memories in the middle of a sentence from her research because it will remind her of him and the moments they’ve shared. They’ve even had spells go wrong because of their thoughts about each other.

50. If one of them were to come back after a long time, who would come to who? would it go well? Would the other person take them back?

This is kinda pointless, but no, it would not go well as evidenced on the show. And even if Griffin were the one trying to go back to him, he wouldn’t take her. Not after she left him. He can’t trust her again and trying and failing (or getting stabbed in the back by her again) will just hurt more. Remember those regrets he has? He doesn’t want to add more to those. Not even for the chance to be happy.

[kristannarubbish]

learn to do it (chapter 3)

summary: princess diaries but make it norway and kristanna

rating: T

word count: 2.4k

a/n: updates will hopefully be more regular now my exams are over! got over a road block with this chapter so yay :-D

The hot tears rushing down Anna’s face were not helping the side eyes she was getting from people rushing to whatever fancy corporate job they had. Only side eyes though, not full on stares because this was New York and a woman in her early twenties with skinned knees sobbing in front of a Chase Bank was not the weirdest thing they would see today.

Anna had no idea how long she had even been there for, 20 minutes or two hours, she couldn’t tell you. But, when her phone buzzed she saw that she had only been making a fool of herself for about 10 minutes, which was good news considering the situation.

The notification was from Kristoff, asking when she wanted to go on their date. On any other day, this would be the most surreal thing to happen to her. But Anna wasn’t quite sure where first date with crush landed on a scale that included crown princess of a small European country. In her book, she might have felt a tad selfish, but first date with crush was a close second for her.

Pulling herself off the musty concrete, Anna wobbled towards the subway station. She wondered how she should respond to Kristoff now knowing this new information about her life. Would she even be allowed to date? Would she have to tell him? Wait, why am I letting myself go this far?! I don’t even know if I’ll take the offer or not. I can barely wake up in the morning, I’m not sure how good I would be at running an entire country. 

She decided to text back once she got home and sorted out her thoughts, because no good decisions come from stumbling on the subway in heels, sober or otherwise.

After arriving home, Olaf was planning a lesson on the coffee table. Anna hated to interrupt him working, but if she wasn’t careful then she would end up having a musical made about her and Olaf would have to tell a group of middle schoolers that he knew her way back when. 

His face lit up when the door opened, but quickly fell into worry once he saw her appearance. “Anna? What happened?”

“You are never ever going to believe me, and I don’t even know if I can tell you,” Anna sighed as she plopped on their couch.

“What? Is the Arendellian mob associated with the queen? Cause that’s what looks like happened to you,” he let out a slight chuckle. She shot him a cold look and he fixed his tone. “Sorry, wasn’t funny. What happened?”

If they dropped all of that on me in less than an hour, I think I can tell one person. “Okay I’ll tell you. But you might want to get comfortable.”

After telling him everything, from the skinned knees to the sobbing in front of a Chase, Olaf looked like a deer in headlights. Anna could see on his face that he was trying to process everything. After a moment of silence, he spoke again.

“I was wondering why that guy was at our door again.”

“That’s all y- Wait. Who? Mattias?”

“Yeah, him. He came about 10 minutes after you left with a car for you.”

“You have got to be kidding me,” Anna let out a long, shaky breath. “Olaf what am I gonna do?”

“Well,” he scooted closer to her on the couch, pulling her close. “Whatever you choose, just know I will be here for you.”

Anna sighed and leaned into him. “Thank you, and if I do become queen-”

They locked eyes as she said that. The pair of best friends let out the most hysterical laughs that were so loud the Brooklyn Bridge shook.

“Life is random and unfair,” Olaf let out between laughs, “some get nothing-”

“And some randomly become royalty!” Anna fell off the couch, clutching her stomach. The laughing fit was slowly chasing the reality of the situation. The monarchy- and Kritsoff’s text message.

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When Anna was done showering, she sat in her towel on her bed wondering if it was even worth it to go to work. She still had no clue what she was going to do or of Arendelle’s ability to finance her so-called boujee Brooklyn walk up, but everything does tend to have a new pointless feeling after your whole life changing in under half an hour.

After a mild existential crisis and consequently dancing to Doja Cat to feel better, Anna headed to work. Since she had the meeting so early with the queen- which did not feel like a real thought to her- Anna surprisingly did not have to rush to work and even had extra time to do a winged liner. 

She was even ten minutes early. This will make Kristoff very happy. Oh sh- I forgot to text him back. Just as Anna thought that, she had caught his eye on her way to the back. She stopped and walked over to his prep station to talk to him.

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Kristoff was never good at texting girls. He never understood the emojis or the TikToks they sent, and he always ended up having bad text etiquette in the end. To him, it was a blessing in disguise because it was very easy to realize which girls he really liked and which he did not. 

He never thought about it being the other way around, though. Sure, he had only texted Anna a few hours earlier but if he learned one thing from his few and far between misadventures in texting girls, it was that texting back fast was important. 

All morning he tried not to pay attention to it. Sure she had said yes, but to him Anna actually going through with a date seemed like something else entirely. He even went into work early to think about cutting strawberries for the lunch rush instead of Anna.

But after doing so, Kristoff had come to the realization that coming into work early to not think about Anna was nothing out of the ordinary for him.

Well, realized might not be the right word. It was more like Sven-made-a-joke-about-it-now-so-it's-painfully-obvious. That’s what realizing meant to Kristoff sometimes.

Sven had clapped a hand on his shoulder, “Got some Anna on the brain?” 

Nonetheless, Kristoff knew now that even coming to work wouldn’t kick this girl from living rent free in his mind. Not only because she worked there, but the smallest things reminded him of her. When he would get that day’s special menu and see anything involving chocolate, he thought of how obsessed Anna was with it, and that maybe he should save her some. (He always did.) Or when putting ground pepper to finish off a plate, he would think about how her freckles were arbitrarily placed but still looked perfect. Or when he was cutting strawberries, how he would describe them as red, but also would describe her hair as red, which never made sense to him. Interrupting that last thought, he caught her eye just as she came in.

With a smile that seemed to be a tad faltered, Anna walked through the kitchen. She waved at other chefs and chippered hello. As she approached him, he felt himself get those damn butterflies in his stomach.

“Ten minutes early? It’s like you’re trying to impress me with punctuality,” Kristoff chuckled, trying to come off as cool as possible.

“Well, I figure I have better traits to show off than that,” Anna smirked slightly. 

With bright pink cheeks, Kristoff cleared his throat. “Uhm, did you get my text? About, y’know...”

Anna’s eyes widened but she quickly composed herself. “I did. I came to say sorry for not texting back sooner.”

“I don’t mind, I’m not great at texting back, so it’s no biggie,” Kristoff gave her a reassuring smile. Biggie? That is not a real word, Kristoff thought.

“Oh, But I still want to go out! I still really really do. Some people just like when people text back quickly and I didn’t know if you were one of those people-” she rambled slightly.

“Anna,” His voice was high so he cleared his throat again. “It’s completely fine. When should we...?”

“How about tonight? Is that okay? Not too soon or anything?” Anna assumed that today could not be any crazier, so now seemed like as good a time as any to go on a date with a cute boy she really likes to get her mind off of everything.

“Not too soon. Tonight is great, Anna.” Kristoff smiled down at her.

“Can’t wait.” Anna got up on what seemed like her tippy toes and kissed his cheek. None of the other people working in the kitchen seemed to notice, except Sven, who gave him a shit eating grin and two thumbs up.

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Both of their shifts seemed to last much longer than normal. Anna avoided looking at the clock by telling herself more time would pass if she didn’t peek and Kristoff’s orders seemed to trickle in slower than normal despite the packed house. But finally, the last stragglers finally left for the evening and Anna started to get sweaty. She already was since the minute Kristoff agreed for their first date to be tonight. It did give her something else to focus on besides the whole crown princess thing.

After both of them cleaned up from the busy and never ending never ending night, they met by the door to see where the New York summer night would take them.

“Anna,” Kristoff gave her a big smile that made her heart flutter, “you ready?”

“More than ready, Kris,” Anna copied him by saying his name. They walked out of the restaurant doors and onto the sidewalk which was golden from the sunset. 

“What do you want to do?” Kristoff asked, as he realized they did not have a destination.

Anna stopped in her tracks, “Are you a burger kind of guy?”

“I am actually.” Kristoff had tried to think of something witty to say to impress her, but came up dry.

“Can we get burgers then? I have had a burger dinner kind of day,” Anna joked and looked up at him shyly.

“Sounds good to me. I know a great place.” He gave her a side smile as she nodded up at him. Silence fell over them as they walked. After a few moments, curiosity got the best of Kristoff. “What made this a burger kind of day? And.. What does that mean? Sorry, I don’t keep up with the trends much.” He had flushed slightly.

Looking up at him, Anna explained, “Oh, that’s because it’s not a trend. It’s something me and my best friend Olaf say. A ‘burger kind of day’ is when you have an insane day and want nothing more than to eat all of your daily recommended calories in one sitting.”

Kristoff laughed, and the redhead was proud of herself. “What made today feel like that?”

Anna paused, thinking about if the first date was the right time to tell someone you are an heir to a European throne. “If I could tell you all the little details, I would. Safe to say my life will never be the same again.”

“Oh, in that case, it definitely sounds like a burger kind of day. And, no pressure to tell me Anna. The last thing I would want to do is pressure you to do something you don’t want to.” He looked down at her with another lopsided smile.

“Thank you,” she gave him the most genuine smile he had seen from her that day. He felt content that he was able to do that. “And don’t worry about not being good at internet slang. I’ll be sure to translate for you, grandpa.”

“Hey!” he chuckled, “I am not a grandpa!”

“Those glasses you use to read the menu say differently, my dear Christopher.”

“My name is not Christopher and you know it,” he elbowed her lightly, feeling more comfortable now.

Anna stumbled backway dramatically with a deep inhale, “Ah! And, I know, but Kristoff isn’t really a grandpa name. Christopher is.”

Kristoff steadied her without an issue and they both grinned. “So if you were a grandma your name would be… Annabelle Marie?”

“Something of the sorts, yeah.”

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Anna had not felt that at peace in awhile. Even before her life was blown up only hours prior. Kristoff was such a nice person and was nothing but kind and respectful. Anna had decided she would tell him about the queen and everything once she decided what she was going to do. Which, for her in this moment, felt like a no if she would have to stop this.

The burger place they went to was a hole in the wall without seating, so they walked to a park and ate in the grass. Honestly, it was the most romantic date Anna had ever been on.

Kristoff never felt luckier. This was going way better than he thought it would. She laughed at his jokes, and he told her almost all the funny stories he could think of to get her to laugh. 

For both of them, even though it was only date one, it felt so right.

At her doorstep, after walking her all the way home, Kristoff gave her a full smile. “Anna, I had such an amazing time tonight.”

“I super did too. I mean really!” Anna exclaimed as she flumbled her words from a sudden resurgence of nerves. “Can we do it again?”

Kristoff laughed. “You don’t even have to ask.”

They both stood under the warm light of the entrance to her building. Kristoff was doing the thing where guys keep looking at a girls lips, pondering on what to do next. Making the decision for him, Anna got on her tiptoes, slid her hand around his neck and kissed him softly. He put his hands around her waist to pull her closer, deepening the kiss.

After a moment, they stepped away with big smiles on their faces.

“Goodnight, Kris,” Anna beamed as she walked into her building.

Still on the front step, Kristoff touched his mouth in a slight state of shock. He went back to his apartment with a whole new air.

[steebrogurz]

Blind Date Ch. 1

Pairing: Bucky x Bisexual Reader

Summary: After a bad break up your best friend sets you up on a blind date.

word count: 2400

warnings: Angst, fluff, mentions of cheating, being followed.

a/n: This is something that I've started but haven't been able to work on as much as I would like due to life and other fics, but I will try to update this as consistently as I can.

Chapter 2 | masterlist

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"I trusted you! I thought you were…" I trailed off as I looked down at Sarah’s phone. The screen was alight with messages she had been sending to other women throughout our 7-month relationship. "You know what? Nevermind." I sniffled and turned to leave grabbing my jacket and purse on the way out.

"Y/N, I’m sorry. It won’t happen again I promise." Sarah reached out as I passed but I stepped out of her reach.

"Don’t touch me," I said taking a deep shuddering breath. "I can’t trust you anymore." With that, I left her apartment.

As I walked down the hall towards the elevator I dialed my friend’s number and punched the down button.

"Hello?" Came an answer after the third ring.

"Steve-" I sobbed into the phone but couldn’t say much else.

"Y/N? What's going on? Are you ok?" Concern rang out as he heard the distress in my voice.

"I just broke up with Sarah. She's been cheating on me this whole time we’ve been together!" I broke down in another bought of sobs as the elevator doors opened to, thankfully, an empty elevator.

"Shit dude, I’m sorry." The doors closed and I started my descent to the ground floor.

"I found the messages on her phone and it looks like she was talking to at least three other women! I feel so stupid I can’t believe I thought she loved me! I’m fucking ugly crying in the elevator right now… and now someone is getting on!" I gave a hysterical laugh between sobs as the elevator slowed and the doors opened to reveal a man standing alone on the other side.

"I gotta go, I’ll call you later." I hung up the phone before Steve could say anything else. I sniffled and repeatedly wiped my eyes in a useless attempt to hide the fact that I was just crying. The man at the doors hesitated for a second as if trying to decide whether or not he wanted to be trapped in an elevator with a sobbing woman he didn’t know. But just as the doors began to close he stuck his hand out to stop them and stepped inside.

"Which floor?" I asked, not looking at him hoping he would be getting off a few floors down.

"Ground." Was all he answered.

Perfect. I thought to myself as I punched the close door button then the ground button for good measure even tho it was still illuminated. At least I’m not crying anymore. Sure the crying had stopped but the sniffling was still an issue and without any Kleenex, there was nothing I could do.

"Do you want a tissue?" The man asked when the elevator started moving. There was a note of kindness in his voice that I wasn’t expecting. I turned to look at him for the first time and almost choked. He was at least 6 feet tall and even through his light fall jacket I could tell he was muscular. His brown hair looked soft and just brushed the top of his shoulders, framing a jaw that looked like it had been sculpted in marble and his blue eyes looked at me expectantly, waiting for an answer.

"uh… yeah, thanks." I sputtered out shaking my head in an attempt to focus on what he was holding out to me. I shakily reached for the tissue in his outstretched hand and turned away to loudly blow my nose. At any other point in my life I would have been mortified at the very thought of wiping my snotty nose in front of someone this attractive, but at this very moment, I had no more fucks to give. My mind was still reeling with the pain of the betrayal.

"Is everything alright, ma'am?" He asked once I had pocketed the dirty tissue.

Ma'am?! I gave a harsh laugh and turned to him once more. "No. It's not. I just found out that the woman who I thought loved me has been cheating the entire time. So right now, no I am far from alright!" I turned away from him again as angry tears streamed down my face once more and fixed my gaze on the doors. The stunned silence in the elevator the rest of the way down was deafening and mercifully the doors opened shortly after. I rushed out of the elevator and made my way outside into the cold autumn air.

The crisp air was like a slap to the face and my brain finally processed my outburst in the elevator. Embarrassment and shame washed over me momentarily blocking out the rage I felt.

"I need to get home before I yell at someone else," I told myself as I began to make my way home. It was a short walk home which was great when Sarah and I were together, but now all I could think about was having to eventually face Sarah at a grocery store or something like that. At least that’s a problem for future Y/N

It was only 9 pm when I got home but I was exhausted from the day so I just stripped down and crawled into bed not bothering to put on any pjs or brush my teeth. I already felt disgusting inside, I may as well look disgusting too.

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The next week I tried to spend as much of my time under my blankets as I could. Steve had tried to call numerous times but I declined each attempt not in the mood to talk to anyone. One morning I woke up to my phone ringing and finally picked it up to answer.

"Hello?" My voice was raspy from disuse.

"Y.N?!"

"Uh…hey Steve."

"Don’t hey Steve me! I’ve been calling you for days! I was worried sick, I didn’t know if you were alive! You could've been abducted by aliens or something and I wouldn't even know."

His melodramatic tone brought a smile to my lips. "Sorry about that, but in my defense, I just had my heart broken."

"Yeah, you better fucking be sorry Y/N!"

"Woah! You kiss your mother with that damn mouth, Rogers?" I sat up and my smile grew.

That got Steve laughing. "Ok fine. But you’re not off the hook for making me worry about you. You owe me a drink when we go tonight. By the way, we’re going out."

"Oh, yeah that’s a no-go on my end here Rogers. I think I’m just going to lay low for, like, ever."

"Come on Y/N, it’ll be fine. We’ll go somewhere Sarah won’t be. There’s no better way to get over an ex than to get drunk and talk shit about her with a friend."

It didn’t take much for Steve to convince me to meet him at a bar near his place after work to drink and talk.

"Ok fine! I’ll go." I smiled to myself despite my cloudy mood and hung up. Steve always knew what to say to get to smile.

I walked into the bathroom and groaned at the sight of me in the mirror. In my depressed state, I hadn’t been showering as much as I really should’ve been. My hair was a tangled mess on top of my head, my face looked like a damn oil spill and my pjs were stained and wrinkled.

Thankfully it was my day off so I decided to take advantage of my slightly better mood and do some cleaning. I turned on the shower and while I waited for the water to heat up I stripped off my pjs and gathered other various articles of clothing to throw into the hamper to be washed later. After the shower, I put on a fresh pair of pjs and got to work cleaning my apartment.

The cleaning took almost all day and by the time I was done my third load of laundry, it was time to start getting ready to meet Steve. I didn’t put much effort into my look and put on a pair of freshly cleaned jeans and sweater I figured would be enough to keep out the autumn chill. I kept my hair in the loose bun and put on the smallest amount of makeup. I wore a pair of mid-calf boots and pulled my purse from its hook by the door and walked out.  

The sweet smell of decaying leaves filled my nose as I walked to the train station. The sun had started to set and I regretted not wearing a jacket, but thankfully I had grabbed a scarf on impulse before leaving the apartment. It took me 10 minutes to get to the bar where I agreed to meet Steve, and when I walked in I immediately spotted him sitting at the bar with a woman who looked like she was trying too hard to flirt with him. A smile spread across my face as I watched her flip her red hair behind her shoulder and laugh at something he said. He caught sight of me over her shoulder and grinned knowing exactly what I was thinking.

I strolled over to the pair and joined in with her laughter. I draped my arm around Steve’s shoulders and looked at the woman. She was beautiful, her hair looked soft and fell in waves around her shoulders, and her blue eyes sparkled in the dim light of the bar. I would’ve tried to get her number but something told me that she was only interested in Steve.

"Isn’t he just the funniest?" I asked, planting a kiss on his cheek. The woman stopped laughing immediately and looked between the two of us in mild shock before picking up her drink and walking off. I watched her walk away then took her seat once she was out of view. "You know, you could just let them know you’re not interested. Instead of, you know, giving them hope."

He laughed and took a swig of his beer. "I know but it’s more fun this way."

"You’re evil," I ordered a drink for me and turned to Steve. "So how’s life been since I crawled into my little hole of heartbreak?"

Steve shrugged, “Everyone at the center has been asking about you. They've been worried too."

I nodded, a few of them had called me throughout the week too. "Don’t worry I’ll be back for the next meeting."

"Have you thought about dating again?"

I laughed, "Dude, it’s literally been a week since I broke up with Sarah. I’m going to need more time than that to get over her." I downed the rest of my drink and ordered another one.

"Come on Y/N, I know a guy who I think you'd like, his name is Bucky, he's handsome, kinda nerdy, a little broody but he’s hot when he does it."

I just shook my head trying to hide the smile that spread across my face. “Bucky?” I asked skeptically, “should I really be going on a date with a guy who lets people call him ‘Bucky’?”

“Trust me, he's a great guy. And ‘Bucky’ is just a nickname”

"If he’s so great why don’t you date him?" I poked his shoulder and my smile grew at Steve's nervous laugh.

“He's been my best friend since we were kids it would be weird at this point. And besides, he's straight.” Steve rubbed the back of his neck and turned away from me but I didn't miss the slight blush that coloured his cheeks. “Look, he's been single for a while and he just moved here not too long ago,” Steve turned back to look at me. “And I really think you two will hit it off. Just go on one date with him, then I’ll stop bugging you about it.”

I sighed and stared into my drink. Maybe a rebound was what I needed. “Ok fine, I’ll go on a date with your friend but I can’t make any promises. And he’s not going to be weird about me bi is he?”

Steve smiled and gave me his friend’s information, “He’s not weird about me being bi why would be weird about you?”

I shrugged but didn't answer. The rest of the night was spent drinking and laughing. We both flirted with anyone who looked remotely interested but unlike Steve, I didn’t go home with anyone. I stepped out into the cold night air and hugged my scarf tighter around my shoulders but did close to nothing against the biting wind. I quickly walked to the train station not wanting to be outside for longer than I had to be.

I had just gotten to the station when I realized someone had followed me from the bar. A man I remember talking to, and rejecting, at the bar stood a few feet away from me looking down at his phone. I could see out of the corner of my eye that he would periodically glance up in my direction. I tried to shift further away from him and put as many people as I could in between us but at 1:30 in the morning the platform was almost empty. It wasn’t until I saw him get on the same train as me that I pulled out a small pocket knife and keys from my purse. I sat down beside the doors and watched as he sat down opposite me never looking up from his phone. My heart raced as the train started moving and it seemed to take forever to get to my stop but once it did I jumped up from my seat and ran out not looking behind me to see if the man was still following me. I ran the rest of the way home and didn’t stop until I was inside my apartment building and the elevator doors closed behind me.

I let out a shuddering breath and leaned against the back of the elevator. I pulled out my phone to text Steve saying I was home safe and hesitated when I saw Bucky’s name in my contacts, but decided against texting a stranger at 2 in the morning. I’ll text him in the morning. I thought to myself as I started getting ready for bed. However, my plan to text him disappeared when I woke up to work calling me in.

[jjpmoans]

50 Questions Tag

Tagged by @prettywordsyouleft and @itsallabigmess bcs these two unnies really love me

1. What takes too much of your time?

Social media (yes that includes tumblr)

2. What makes your day better?

These days, Jinyoung. Lol okay so I am a very talkative one. So yeah, talking to someone will immediately makes me feel less stressful.

3. What’s the best thing that happened to you today?

Just now @itsallabigmess made an exception for me to write a GOT7 fic asdfghjkl I FEEL A LITTLE TOO OVER HAPPY

4. What fictional place would you like to go to?

I think almost all my friend would have guess this. Hogwarts. Because the food there seems to be endless and really, I’d love to try eating both drumsticks in my hand and I want to put an incantation to whoever tries to hold me from eating.

5. Are you good at giving advice?

Well, I think I am. Judging from how my whole family turned to me when they wanted to share their problems. Also when I gave advises, I always stresses this one thing “Listen to understand, don’t listen to reply” and that implies to me too. And honestly, I listen too much and sometimes when people just don’t want to change, I feel really annoyed BECAUSE WHAT IS THE POINT YOU WANTED MY ADVISE???? Okay I think I’m good. hahahhahhaha

6. Do you have any mental illness?

Horny 24/7 is that a mental illness? lmao no I’m not that bad but I think I need to get married. NOW.

7. Have you ever experienced sleep paralysis?

Not yet. In my country, people describe sleep paralysis as you got crushed by some spirit (ghost to be exact) and yes it is scary and I hope I would never experience it.

8. What musician inspired you the most?

I’ve been thinking a lot and though I really want to say GOT7, I’d say EXO. Partly because I was there since early times, but also, the amount of success and loyalties they have received are really unbelievable. The secret of EXO’s and BTS’s popularity which leads them to win daesang in every award is their fans. And I really hope ahgase can be like them. I’d be lying if I say our fandom is really hardworking when it comes to award season. I’ve seen my friend bullshitting EXO and BTS bcs whenever any of them is nominated in the same award of GOT7, automatically, GOT7 will lose. And no joke, army and exol are really monsters during award season. And I hope us ahgase can be like that too. I know got7 said they didn’t mind but Jinyoung once said that he want to know how those groups can win daesang easily and he thought got7 need to work harder. smh I’m emo. sorry this got longer than it should. 

9. Have you ever fallen in love?

I do. Hahahahhahaha yes I do. 

10. What’s your dream date?

Well for me, just talking with each other is a date. I love to know small details because when I love someone, I just want to know everything about him. But okay a dream date? Amusement park. Yes you need to know which ride makes me scream like a girl and which makes me scream like a mad woman.

11. What do others notice about you?

I’m very talkative (that really shows lol). And I don’t know how to refuse when someone ask for a help or anything. I always tell myself to treat people the way I want to be treated. 

And they said I’m too nice. Yeah I figured that too hahahahhaa

12. What is an annoying habit you have?

Refuse to listen when I’m angry. I feel annoyed because I know I’m wrong but I’m angry but I don’t want to hurt people. So I’ll say “Sorry, I’m very angry now but I know I’m wrong. Just, I’ll be okay later so we’ll talk later”

13. Do you still talk to your first love?

Yes and no. Our last conversation was he wanted to meet me. But ever since then, no other conversation.

14. How many ex’s do you have?

Can’t relate lol

15. How many songs are in your playlist?

Here’s the thing. I have a lot of playlists. Phone playlist, laptop playlist, joox playlist and youtube playlist. So I don’t know how many of them.

16. What instruments can you play?

Non existent.

17. Who do you have the most pictures of?

My phone? Now? Jinyoung smh this is all Tumblr’s fault lol. 

18. Where would you like to go before you die?

Mecca. I’d like to die there if I can.

19. What is your zodiac?

Virgo. And please, someone, please help me calculate whatever thing it was (sun sign, moon sign and all) I never knew those things and it irks me when I don’t know it hahahahhaaa

20. Do you relate to it?

Well I did some research here, Virgo firstly is a virgin and yes I am. It says that virgo is very supportive of people in their lives and even strangers, that is me. I’m a critical thinker bcs I personally hate when something goes wrong. but lol hardworking, artists and remembers everything? Not even close. I’m a lazy ass, I draw a cow but it turned into a pig and I am hopeless with my memory.

But one Virgo thing about me, yes I am an overthinker hahahahhaa

21. What is happiness to you?

When my family reunited.

22. Are you going through anything right now?

Family problem. Mom just got heart attack, dad married another woman, brother on crisis with mom, sister just stabbed my back, aunt made everything worse. It’s been three months into 2019, every week, another family problem popped up. But we are trying, I tried to fix everything, another role which the smallest child has to take upon responsibility but I’m fine. Just, tiring.

23. What’s the worst decision you’ve ever made?

applied for the wrong scholarship and wasted an opportunity to fly to New Zealand for study.

24. What’s your favourite store?

Food stores. Any of them. ARE MY FAVOURITE ahhahahhaha

25. What’s your opinion on abortion?

Because I’m a muslim, I am against abortion. Here, in my country, abortion is done because it was done out of wedlock and they feel embarrassed. So, it irks me bcs if you can think to have sex, you can’t think that there is possibilities that you can get pregnant? And to kill your child bcs you wanted to cover it, is unacceptable. But again, it is personal choice. 

26. Do you keep a bucket list?

I have a few but not enough to be a bucket. 

27. Do you have a favourite album?

Honestly, if favourite means I have listened to all songs in that album, it’s EXO The War album. 

28. What do you want for your birthday?

A freaking big plushie. I love to hug big plushies. But no one ever wanted to give me that for my birthday. And now, I’ve been searching for a big squirtle plushie or snorlax plushie (yes jackson and jaebum)

29. What are most people’s first impression of you?

okay this one lol they said I look scary and they thought I’d be the grumpy one. Well, if you meet me when I’m hungry, I have the tendency to be one.

30. What age do you seem according to most people?

I don’t know anymore. An aunt asked me “Are you the one who got married?” when it was my sister smh 

31. Where do you keep your phone while you’re sleeping?

next to my pillow bcs I need to charge it.

32. what word do you say the most?

me? I say “shit” a lot lol

33. What’s the oldest age you would date?

well I would say I definitely date anyone as long as they are not the same age with my dad.

34. What’s the youngest age you would date?

idk I never thought on dating a younger one. But if I do, maybe 4 years younger bcs damn, if I make it 10 years, my date would be 12 when me here is 22.

35. What job/career do most people say would suit you?

something which requires me to talk a lot. 

36. What’s your favourite music genre?

K-Pop.

37. If you could live in any country in the world, where would it be?

South Korea. New Zealand. Anywhere but Malaysia lol.

38. What is your current favourite song?

Say you won’t let go - James Arthur

39. How long have you had this blog for?

I had this blog for a few years. But just becoming active just recently hmm I don’t know the exact date. But I know it started after I interacted with @prettywordsyouleft

40. What are you excited for?

Food. and sponsored vacation

41. Are you a better talker or listener?

A better talker. but also a pretty good listener

42. What is the last productive thing you did?

Last sunday, i climbed a 200m hill to get to the view point. It got me panting like a dying cow.

43. What do you want for Christmas?

While I don’t celebrate Christmas, I welcome gifts. Any gifts would be fine lol (make sure its food)

44. What class do you get the best grades in?

High school? Chemistry. College? Mathematic. Now? Nothing hahahahaha

45. On a scale of 1-10, how are you feeling right now?

5 and exhausted but tomorrow? 10 BECAUSE A JINYOUNG IS COMING

46. What can you see yourself doing in 10 years?  

10 years I just hope that I am already working and saving money to go on vacations and can sponsor my family on vacations too.

47. When did you first get your heartbreak?

2009 when I discovered that dad has another wife. I was 12 and just got my exam result but dad wasn’t there. He was never present for any of my achievements in school. Turns out he has another child the same age as me and he puts her before me. Since I was born, I was always put second.

2011 when I liked a guy but he hated me awh teenagers. He said I’m too fat and how dare a fat girl like me tries to like him? He was my first love.

48. At what age do you want to get married?

When I am ready. I have a dream wedding, so I would work hard for it to happen.

49. What career did you want to have as a child?

Idk I always change it lol today i’ll say teacher and next day I’ll say ballerina. Yes I spent my whole school life giving different careers when teachers asked me.

50. What do you crave right now?

Food bcs I’m on diet and hell those food porns are getting on my nerves.

Phew it was a good time answering all these questions and it drains my energy lol. So for this, hmm I don’t know who to tag. But i’ll go with this one @sevenpeaches @riceeater22 @tuanyiems @kpopchangedme @kpopstories @starhibiki @ongsung @sehunsmybae (yes I always saw you) and everyone who want to do this! of course, you are not forced to do this

[let-it-raines]

Second in Command (Epilogue - Part 3)

Second in Command: Life as the “spare to the heir” isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be when you’re the supposed screw-up of the family, but people don’t know what really happens behind closed doors.

Rating: Mature

A/N: Every time I write that word epilogue up on the title line, I feel like a fraud because this is totally a sequel, right? Lol. Yep, definitely is. Anyways, I hear there was a cliffhanger in the last chapter that you guys have lots of feelings about. 

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Her legs burn beneath her as her feet continuously hit the pavement and the music blares in her ears. She’s been running for an hour at the least, but she’s gotten to that point where she feels like she could still go on and not be dying the next day – that ever elusive runner’s high. But she knows that if she keeps going, she’ll be unable to work later tonight which isn’t an option. It’s her parents’ anniversary, and she promised that she’d work an extra shift at the pub so that they could go out to dinner and have a night completely away from home.

Sometimes she really wishes they’d get more employees than she, Will, and her parents, but while business is good, it’s not good enough for them to have enough employees for all three of them to take off regularly and leave Will in charge that much. But she doesn’t mind. She likes the work. She likes their customers. Most of all she likes when Killian comes in and sits with her at the bar, keeping her entertained when Mort and Joel are the only two people there and arguing over how the other’s favorite football team must have cheated during their last match.

So she turns around, slowing her run to her jog to cool herself down as she moves through the familiar streets, knowing that not a person has a care in the world who she is or how awful and sweaty she looks while making her way back to their cobblestone street and old wooden door. The hinges squeak as she unlocks the door, and she makes a mental note to try to fix that after she’s showered but before they open.

She doesn’t bother turning on any lights, wandering upstairs to find her parents making out in the living room.

“Oh, guys,” she groans, closing her eyes like some kind of reflex after years of practicing, “this is the common area. I don’t need to see that. Like, ever.”

“It’s not like we haven’t walked in on you and Killian, sweetie.”

“Mary Margaret, can we not bring that up? I’m still trying to un-see it.”

“I’m still trying to un-see this.” She opens her eyes and sees that her parents are now a respectable distance from each other, though still making disgustingly in love eyes. God, they need to get a grip. “Happy anniversary, you guys.”

“Thank you, Emma. You have a good run?”

“Yeah, but I’m going to go take a shower because I smell. Wouldn’t want to scare everyone away tonight.”

Her parents open up downstairs while she showers and gets ready to relieve them of their mini shift, throwing on her favorite pair of jeans and a button-down Killian left here last week. She doesn’t bother drying her hair, just throwing it up into a wet bun on the top of her head, twisting the strands into a top knot. It really doesn’t matter if she looks like a madwoman as long she gives everyone their alcohol, and by the end of the night, she looks damn nice depending on how much everyone has had to drink anyways.

Yeah, working in a low-key pub is a pretty good gig.

After her parents leave for their dinner and whatever else it is that they’re doing (she doesn’t ever ask or she’ll get far more information than she ever wanted), she tends the pub as usual, talking to their usuals and fiddling with her phone, texting with Ruby to pass the time. Killian’s at a state dinner, so he doesn’t have his phone. Frankly, she’s bored out of her mind to the point where she starts cleaning their already clean glasses just to have something to do with her hands.

“Hey, Emma,” Mort calls, raising his glass.

“Just a second,” she calls back, grabbing the pitcher of his beer before walking over to him and refilling his glass. “How are Catherine and the kids?”

“Good,” Mort answers, taking a sip of his drink. “Where’s your boyfriend tonight?”

“Late day at work. He’ll be here later.”

“Anyone ever tell you he looks like the prince?”

Her heartrate increases, practically pounding out of her chest, and she nearly drops the pitcher. After three years of Killian coming here, no one has ever said anything, and now Mort is. Shit.

“Yeah, I think it’s the beard,” she lies. “He’s a cutie, don’t you think?”

“I mean, maybe. He doesn’t quite have the same build. Too scrawny.”

“You want to tell him he’s scrawny?”

“No, he could still kick my ass.”

“Alright, Mort,” she laughs, taking a breath to calm herself, “enjoy your night, but don’t stay too late, okay? Catherine probably wants you home.”

Another hour passes before she gets a text from Killian, her phone chiming and a picture of them from Switzerland, their hair coated in snow, popping up.

Killian: Hi, love. I’m just getting finished. Hope you’ve had a wonderful day. See you soon. Love you.

“Is that the boyfriend texting you?”

“Shut it, Mort.”

Mort is long gone as are all of their regulars by midnight, and as it’s a Tuesday, she doesn’t expect more than a few stragglers coming in and out. But then the bell over the door rings, and she sees Killian walk in, usual hat on his head covered even further by a hoodie. He looks around, taking note of the empty pub, before walking over to the bar, sliding down on a stool and placing the white take-out bag he has with him on the counter.

“What can I get you there, sir?”

“A kiss would be nice.”

Cheesy goofball.

“Oh, that’s a very popular order tonight. I swear I’ve served at least ten.”

His features darken, his jaw ticking, and she throws her head back in laughter before leaning forward and pushing his hood off of his head.

“Hi, babe,” she whispers before cupping his cheeks, his whiskers rough on her palm, and leaning in to kiss him, lingering a little longer than she should and tasting his chapstick and whatever dessert it was he had at the dinner. There was definitely chocolate involved. “You have fun at the dinner?”

“Wasn’t bad, actually. I was bloody glad to get out of my suit though. Are your parents home yet?”

“No, they’re staying at a hotel. Why?”

“Because,” he drawls, reaching over and grabbing the bag he carried in, “I brought you food, and it would have been rude not to get them anything, especially on their anniversary.”

“Such a gentleman.”

“Always.”

“What’d you get me?”

“A cheeseburger.”

“Bless you.” She leans forward and kisses him again. “I love you so much for this. I’ve been starving and didn’t feel like opening the kitchen.”

“I mean, what else am I for but providing you with food?”

“Absolutely nothing.”

Killian stays and chats with her, keeping her entertained while a few people shuffle in an out. A guy, obviously drunk, walks in and orders food, so she does end up having to open the kitchen, turning on the fryer and throwing the frozen crinkle fries they have in so that they sizzle. She begins cutting up the tomato for the dude’s sandwich when the fryer pops, and she jumps so suddenly the she slices her hand, the sting immediately overwhelming her.

“Oh, shit. Fuck. Shit, shit, shit. That hurts.”

Tears well in her eyes while she runs over to the sink, turning the water on and sticking her hand under it to try to clean it, but she’s bleeding too much and needs to wrap her finger and the part of her palm that’s been cut. She finds a clean towel, wrapping it around her hand and holding it tightly to try to stop the bleeding. The fryer pops again, and suddenly she remembers that she’s going to burn the place down if she doesn’t control this. But she can’t do that with her hand…damn, she’s going to need help. She was wrong saying she didn’t need Will tonight.

“Killian,” she hisses from the entrance to the kitchen. When he doesn’t look up, she calls again. “Killian, come here now.”

He hears her then, looking up from his phone and scurrying toward her, taking a step into the disaster of a kitchen.

“Bloody hell. What’s happening in here?”

“I cut my hand, slashed it open really, and I need you to man the fryer for, like, two minutes while I get the bleeding to stop.”

“Are you okay?”

“I’m in pain, but we have to serve this guy. Just…just stand there and move the basket. Pour them into the other one when they get brown.” “Emma, let me look at your hand.”

“Killian, it’s fine. Just do this one thing, okay?”

It turns out that her hand is not fine, the bleeding continuing despite the pressure she’s applying, and they have to close down the pub and go to the urgent care center a few blocks over. Okay, well, she goes to the urgent care center and Killian sits in his car because she wouldn’t let him come in. She’s just going to need stitches, a minor thing, and she doesn’t need anyone recognizing him for this. He was pissed off, but he didn’t follow when she got out of his car and came inside.

After her finger and part of her palm is stitched up, she fills out the rest of the paperwork for her insurance before heading back outside with the smallest injury imaginable. Killian unlocks the car door for her, and she slides into the passenger seat. He doesn’t even say anything, grabbing her hand and inspecting her injury like there’s anything more to it than the eight stitches stretched across her skin.

“God, Killian, you’re freaking out over nothing.”

“I am not freaking out.”

She rolls her eyes and leans back against the head rest. “Yes, yes you are. I’d hate to see you if I was ever in the hospital for something serious. You’d probably have to be hospitalized yourself.”

“Don’t even joke about that.”

“Hey,” she chuckles, leaning forward and running her uninjured thumb over the apple of this cheek, “I’m fine. I’m always going to be fine.”

She wasn’t eating enough or drinking enough water. Her anxiety was too high, and she hadn’t been sleeping nearly as much as what was recommended.

Those are all of the things the doctor taking care of her at Medical Center told her before he casually slipped in that the only reason her schedule and lack of taking care of herself was a problem because she’s pregnant.

Because that’s a thing apparently.

She’s pregnant.

They weren’t even going to start trying until after this tour, simply enjoying life with just the two of them, and somehow they’re already ahead of the game. She guesses sometimes she can be an overachiever.

Holy shit.

This is…this is insane, and she can’t stop crying. She’s never cried this much in her entire life, and she’s honestly not sure how to make it stop.

Killian doesn’t know yet. He’d run down to get her a hot chocolate at her insistence right before the doctor came in, and instead of waiting for Killian to come back, she’d told him to go on. So now she’s got a mixture of anxiety and excitement and overwhelming love running through her veins waiting for Killian to walk back into the room. She’s also got tear tracks all over her cheeks from all of this stupid crying, and she already knows that he’s going to freak out before she gets the chance to tell him that she’s fine. She’s just…pregnant.

“Hey, darling, I couldn’t find you hot – ” he walks into the room holding an armful of snacks and a bottle of diet coke under his armpit, and he promptly drops them all in a chair the moment they make eye contact. God, he’s so dramatic, and all she can do is cry a little more, snot forming as more tears make an appearance, while Killian comes to sit on the bed. He cups her cheeks, his thumbs wiping away the tears while his eyes scan hers. It’s eerily similar to what happened when she fell, though he’s not trying to pick her up and carry her like he had tried then, and a smile stretches across her face just thinking of how good of a dad he’s going to be.

God, they’re going to be parents. Are they even ready for that? Is anyone ever ready for that? She wanted this, wants this, and so does Killian. It’s just a lot right now and not at all how she expected to find out she was pregnant with her first child. It should have been a moment with she and Killian sitting on the bathroom floor or on her bathroom vanity and using one of the pregnancy tests that only brought her a hell of a lot of fear in the past. But it would have been simple and happy, and he could look at the test to know instead of her fainting and losing her mind in the hospital.

“Love, what’s wrong? Why are you crying? Do I need to call a doctor? I can call a doctor right now.” She has to stop him from leaning over her hospital bed, the IV in her arm tugging the slightest bit, and the confusion painted on his face only increases when she twines her fingers through his and squeezes. “Emma, I’m really starting to worry. We still don’t know what happened, and I am freaking the fuck out with how upset you look right now.”

A laugh passes through her lips, and her entire body practically sighs in contentment while Killian freaks the fuck outin front of her, his blue eyes flooded with worry.

God, she hopes the baby gets his blue eyes.

And his ears.

Maybe his hair too.

There’s going to be a baby.

“So the doctor came in while you were gone.”

“Did he? What’d he say? Are you okay?”

“Babe,” she sighs, running her fingers back and forth over his knuckles. His skin is heated, a major contrast to the temperature outside and the air in this hospital room. “I’m fine. Dr. Hawkins told me that my schedule for the tour is what caused the dizzy spell. I wasn’t eating enough or drinking enough, so I’m hooked up to the IV for fluids. All of the crowds and the stress of making sure to do the right things were making me anxious and overwhelmed. And I apparently haven’t been sleeping enough for someone who’s about seven weeks pregnant.”

“Okay, so we’ll get you to eat better and force feed or drink or whatever your water and…wait. What did you just say?”

Killian’s lips are parted, and his eyebrows are practically at his hairline, the lines of his forehead increasing before he furrows his brows together and his grip tightens almost painfully around her fingers. He’s going to be so pissed when he realizes that she framed the news that way on purpose, but watching Killian figure out that he’s going to be a dad is one of her new favorite things…possibly her favorite thing.

This moment is going to be perfect even if it’s like nothing she ever imagined.

“I said that I’m pregnant, with child, knocked up, have a bun in the oven, however you like to say the phrase.”

“Bloody hell,” he murmurs, his voice barely sounding in the room for how quiet he is before he’s releasing her hands and pulling her into an embrace. His hands are everywhere, running up and down her back or over her arms while his lips continue to press into her neck and her salty tears fall against his cheeks.

When he pulls back, there are tears on his cheeks that didn’t stem from her, the blue in his eyes even brighter, and before she gets a chance to wipe his tears away, he’s doing that for her, which only makes them form at an even quicker pace. She’s never been this much of a crier when it comes to being happy. Hell, she barely cried on their wedding day. But now she can’t stop.

“Are you truly, Emma? Are we going to have a child?”

She nods, and he beams, the most genuine joy painted across his face.

“We’re having a baby,” she confirms, blinking to clear her vision. “I love you”

“I love you, too.” He simply stares at her for a moment before his eyes go wide and he runs one hand through his hair, making it stick up all over the place. “I can’t…I can’t remember if you said you’re okay. You’re okay, right?” He releases her cheek to press his hand against her flat stomach. “And the baby? Everyone’s okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, we’re fine.” She places her hand over his and squeezes. “I just can’t be on a non-stop schedule where I’m not eating or sleeping properly. And I’m not supposed to get too stressed, which reminds me that we have to put out a statement about my fall and us leaving and cancelling the last few events. And then we have to get the ND’s for the hospital staff and – ”

“Emma.”

“What?”

“Stop worrying about all of that. I’m going to handle it, and we’re going to work on getting you home, aye?”

“Aye,” she agrees, mimicking his accent without even thinking about it in the same way the she leans forward and kisses him without thinking about it. “I’m happy. Are you happy?”

“So happy I almost don’t believe this is real.”

“It’s real and apparently in my uterus.”

They end up issuing a statement saying everything the doctor said about the tour being too much stress on her body with her lack of eating and sleeping. She knows that very few people will believe that, and that the speculation behind the real reason will be front page news tomorrow. It’s something that she’s not used to, that she’ll never quite be used to, and while she’s learning to share parts of her life with the world, this baby is something she wants to keep to she and Killian forever. Or at least for a few weeks. That lasts approximately two days before they arrive home, deciding to cancel their trip to Maine, to find her parents sitting in the living room.

How did they even get inside? She’s pretty sure she didn’t give her mom a key.

Oh…Killian gave her dad one for Indy. Damn.

“You’re pregnant.”

She stops dead in her tracks, her feet halting and her carry-on falling to the floor while Killian’s hand finds the small of her back, a comforting presence if she ever needed one. She really needs one right now.

“Well hello to you too, Mom. It’s nice to see you after a few weeks away.”

Killian chuckles beside her before pulling her into his side and kissing her temple. “Be nice,” he whispers into her ear, his voice low and rumbling. “And tell the truth.”

She rolls her eyes at the last part. She most definitely was going to lie. She already has to share this with the world. Now she has to share it with her parents and Killian’s parents and likely Killian’s entire family. She loves them all, but she’s just not ready yet. The baby really isn’t either. It’s supposed to be just them for another month, but somehow everyone already knows.

(Okay, so passing out on a stage in front of hundreds of people is not exactly the most discreet thing in the world, but people should have a little more common courtesy.)

But she’d feel awful lying to her mom. She knows it’s irrational, but she already feels like that’s setting a bad example for her baby.

Oh shit. She’s going to have to stop cursing in casual conversation. It’s going to be like she’s always at a public event.

Priorities, Emma.

“Mom, Dad,” she begins, preparing herself for her mother’s scream and taking a deep breath, “I am seven weeks along in my pregnancy. It’s very new, and Killian and I were going to try to wait until I’m a little further along to say anything, especially with how we found out. But apparently you guys are Sherlock and Watson.”

“Are you…are you not excited, sweetheart?” Her dad takes a step forward, his eyes full of concern, and it’s then that she steps away from Killian, letting his hand fall from her waist as she embraces her parents, allowing them to hold onto her as tightly as possible.

“I’m so excited,” she whispers into her dad’s neck. “I’m just a little overwhelmed right now, and I’m being selfish in not wanting to share the baby. Like, at all. I just…I,” she sniffles, wiping her tears in her dad’s shirt. “I feel crazy and tired and my body wouldn’t let me eat a cheeseburger on the way home. I really wanted a cheeseburger.”

“Shhh,” David whispers, running his hand up and down her back before cupping the back of her head and leaving her mom’s hand on her back. “It’s okay. We understand. It was the same way when we found out about you.”

“It was?”

“I didn’t want to share you with anyone,” her mom admits, and she can’t help but bark out a laugh at thinking of her mom being private, “not even your dad. I’m sorry if we ambushed you. I just…you called to say you were fine, and it was just a dizzy spell. And then I got to thinking, and it just came to me. I was so excited to be a grandmother, and I got a little ahead of myself. And we were only really here to bring Indy back and – ”

“Mom.”

“Yeah?”

“I’m excited you’re going to be a grandmother, too.”

They sit and talk to her parents after getting Indy from their fenced in garden. Emma thought she was going to be brought down by how excited Indy was, her long legs practically landing on Emma’s shoulder as she licked everywhere she could reach. But then she saw Killian, and it was game over, the dog completely ignoring Emma and running to tackle Killian, her tail wagging at such a rapid pace. Ever since they got the dog and she’s preferred Killian, he’s always said it was payback for Alex betraying him and loving Emma more.

Maybe it is.

But jokes on him because she’s got Lizzie, too.

And soon, they’ll have their own baby to have these stupid arguments over.

Her hand finds her stomach, rubbing over the flatness. Killian was right. It doesn’t seem real. It seems like this is all some kind of dream that she doesn’t want to wake up from. A weirdly emotional and slightly nauseous dream but a dream nonetheless.

She finds Killian’s gaze across the living room. His eyes are completely focused on her, and when he raises his eyebrow in question, she nods in answer, smiling at him before returning to the conversation with her parents.

Her mom and dad promise to keep it a secret until they tell the rest of the family and close friends, and she almost believes her mom when she says it. As soon as they leave, she rushes upstairs and changes out of her jeans into a pair of pajamas, burrowing herself under the covers and falling asleep faster than she ever has. When she wakes, there’s a warm body next to, cradling her, and the way that Killian’s hand runs up and down her side, soft touches and gentle caresses that send pinpricks across her skin, makes her just as sleepy as she was when she fell asleep.

“Have you been watching me this entire time?”

“I have.”

“That’s creepy.”

He laughs against her neck before she tilts her head back and awkwardly captures his lips with her. They continue to move against each other until she releases him and turns in his arms so that her nose brushes against his and her hand lands on his back while the other rests between the pillow and his cheek.

“Killian, you can’t watch me like a hawk for nine months…or seven months. I’m pregnant, not incapable of taking care of myself. Especially right now. I haven’t even thrown up yet or done anything but feel tired and not like smells. I’m fine.”

“I know that I can’t, that you’re more than capable of anything, everything. But Emma we only found out you were pregnant because you fainted on a stage. And I know you. You don’t like to ask for help or slow down.”

His voice sounds desperate, broken, and she can’t begin to imagine how scary it was for him to watch her and not know what was going on. It was terrifying for her, the way her body didn’t feel like her body anymore, but waiting and worrying about someone you love is always somehow equally as nerve-wracking. And Killian’s not exactly someone who can tamper down his feelings most of the time, especially when it comes to her.

“I don’t want to slow down.”

He sighs before leaning forward and pressing a kiss against her cheek. Her eyes flutter closed as she revels in the feel of his lips on her skin, his whiskers scratching her the most familiar feeling in the world.

“You don’t have to, but you have to be smart. And you have actual doctor’s orders to sleep more and to take care of yourself. Darling, you have life growing inside of you. Things aren’t going to be like they have been, and it’s going to take some getting used to.”

“As long as you don’t keep me inside of some kind of pregnant lady cage.”

“Damn. The bedroom down the hall is going to need some remodeling then.”

He’s joking, but it is. She feels like they just finished remodeling the house, and now they have to change another room. There’s so much to do, but they have time. Hopefully. She’s feeling a little – or a lot – overwhelmed right now, and as much as she came to accept her parents’ visit earlier, it didn’t help her. Honestly, it kind of pissed her off.  

“I can’t believe my parents ambushed us like that.”

Killian’s hand begins running through her hair, pushing the strands back off her forehead. “Are you okay? You seemed pretty upset.”

“I am…I was. I don’t know. I love them so much and kind of accepted it for them, but I wish they hadn’t done that. If they understood how I’m feeling like they said they do, why would they put me through that?”

“I don’t know.”

“It’s, like, they’re the greatest parents, and I don’t know if it’s because I’m older now or what but…sometimes I think they don’t think about me. I think their instinct is them first, which I get. And I totally understand mom being excited. She’s wanted to be a grandmother for a long time, but I…I just wish – I wish she’d taken a moment and put me first.”

“Emma, I – ”

“And I know that sounds crazy because they’ve almost always done that but – ”

“It’s not crazy,” he reassures her, his hand running up and down her arm. “Parents can upset us. We look up to them, and sometimes they let us down. That’s life.”

“Are we going to do that to our kid?”

“Most definitely, but darling, that doesn’t mean they’re going to love us any less as long as we don’t muck it up too badly.”

She sighs, nuzzling herself under his chin and taking comfort in having him, her favorite person on the planet, by her side. He drives her crazy sometimes, but she’s so in love with him it hurts. Right now, though, it’s doing the exact opposite.  

“Are you going to think I’m crazy when I get even more hormonal and have a giant stomach and get pissed at you for breathing?”

“I will not. I’m already used to all of that.”

“Shut up,” she laughs, moving her arm and hitting the back of his head. “You’re an asshole.”

“Eh,” he protests, leaning forward and kissing the tip of her nose, his lips warm against her skin. “I’ve come to terms with all of my titles in life, and asshole is one of them. I’m excited to get the new one of daddy or papa, though. I think those have a nice ring to it.”

“I’m not sure I can call you daddy until I have a bump or else it honestly just sounds dirty.”

“Love,” he laughs, falling back against the mattress and pulling her with him, “you are absolutely ridiculous. I don’t remember renting naughty videos on pay-per-view last week.”

“Yeah well,” she presses a kiss against his lips before winking, “you’re a deep sleeper.”

She starts throwing up the next week, and she has to cancel all of her engagements because the thought of having to get dressed in something other than pajamas makes her sick. Literally. Everything makes her sick, and while she’s known pregnant women, read the books, seen the movies, she didn’t realize it would be like this. It’s disgusting, and while she’s always queasy, she never quite knows when she’s going to have to run to the restroom and lose everything she’s ever eaten and then some.

She hates it.                                                    

One of the best things to ever happen to her, but she hates it right now.

It’s also the reason why Brennan and Allison find out about the pregnancy when they were trying to wait until she was at least ten weeks along to officially tell them. They’d apparently figured as much after she was hospitalized in America – as did the rest of the world apparently – but they were waiting for she and Killian’s confirmation. The same goes with Liam and Abigail.

“Oh I’m so excited,” Abigail squeals, wrapping her in a hug and rubbing her back up and down. “Alex and Lizzie are going to have a little cousin. You’re just going to be the best mum. I know it already.”

Liam hugs her when his wife eventually releases her, and his embrace is much less tight. He does kiss her forehead and hold her close, though. “Congratulations, lass. I’m so happy for you and Killian.”

“Thank you,” she whispers back, tightening her arms around his waist and letting him hold her for a second before releasing him and going to stand next to Killian. She nuzzles her head under his chin, her arms around his waist, and he rubs his entire arm back and forth over her shoulder blades. His head falls against hers, his whiskers burning her skin, and she smiles into his neck.

So she has to share the baby with someone other than Killian. It’s not too bad right now, especially with these people who love her. The idea just took some getting used to.

But then Emma started cancelling events or sending Killian in her place while the Palace begin getting calls, aides talking, advisors making suggestions, and she and Killian had no option other than announcing her pregnancy.

“You sure about this, darling?”

“Yeah, they’re going to figure it out soon enough anyways. I’m ten weeks, our check-up yesterday was all good. I’ve only got, like, two or three more weeks until I’m supposed to start showing according to the million websites I’ve read and apparently everyone already knows anyways. Send it, babe, but with the cute picture at the basketball game. If we have to do this, I want to do it our way.”

Emma and I are thrilled to announce that we are expecting a child in the late summer of this year. It is an exciting time in our household, and we are bounding with joy over having a product of our love coming into the world soon. We thank you all for your support and kindness, and we hope that you all share our joy in these happy times.

Love Always, the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge (Killian and Emma).

She can’t take any more time off, so she heads back to work on the twenty-second, sliding into the front seat of the car with Thomas as he drives her to St. Stephen’s School.

“How are you feeling today, Your Highness?”

“Emma, Thomas,” she laughs, looking over to him while she fiddles with her engagement ring. “You can call me Emma. How many times are we going to have to go over that?”

“At least a hundred more and then maybe I’ll get it right.”

“Maybe. But I get it. You’ve worked for the family for decades. All of the rules are probably ingrained in that brain of yours.”

“You have no idea, Emma.”

“Ah, see,” she chuckles, her lips forming into a soft smile, “you’re already getting the hang of it.”

“You never did tell me how you were feeling, Your Highness. You’re alright to work today?”

So right back to the Your Highness. He’ll get the hang of it eventually. He has to. She can’t spend so much time with him and have him not call her by her name. If anything, maybe she can convince him to call her Emma and then get to work on him calling Killian by his name.

“I feel okay,” she honestly admits, slyly adjusting her bra from where it’s killing her. Damn sensitive breasts. Killian loves them because, well, he’s a man. She’s not liking them so much right now. “Just the usual things, but I’m ready to be back to work. And I couldn’t miss this.”

When they arrive at the school, she gets out of the SUV, slamming the door shut behind her and walking over to the school’s staff, greeting them and telling them how lovely it is to be here while accepting their congratulations on the pregnancy. There are flashes behind her from the increase in photographers, something she was warned was coming, and she tries to ignore it as she’s led inside and guided throughout the school and all of its recent improvements.

“Is there a particular age group you’d like to work with today, Your Highness?”

“No, no,” she assures Johana, “I’m fine with whatever, whoever. We’re working outside, right? In the garden? It’s a good thing it’s not too cold today.”

“That’s right. Do you spend a lot of time gardening?”

“Not so much me, but Killian does. He likes to be out there with the dog and sometimes our niece and nephew. I’m afraid I’d kill the plants.” “Well, let’s hope that’s not what happens today.”

They end up going to get the kindergartners to spend time out in the garden as well as a few older kids. Only the older ones know who she is despite the introduction, and she prefers it that way. If anything, her focus on children when it comes to her patronages stems from being able to help them, but the added bonus is definitely spending time with people who have not a care in the world who she’s married to.

Most of the time.

She’s outside in the garden, making a necklace of leaves with Matthew and Caroline, when another flash appears in her peripheral view.

“They’re taking pictures of you, you know,” Caroline tells her while she picks another leaf. “It’s because you’re a princess.”

“No, no,” she promises Caroline, reaching to tuck her red curl behind her ear, “they’re taking pictures of you. You’re special.”

“No, I’m not.”

“Oh yes you are, darling. Why do you think I came here today? I wanted to meet you.”

Caroline’s eyes light up while Matthew shows her the last leaf to finish off his necklace.

“Did you want to come meet me too?”

“Of course, Matthew.” She takes his necklace and drapes it over his head before doing the same to Caroline. “You guys look beautiful. Do you want to show your necklaces off to the cameras? Look just over there.”

She points to the camera before waving, wrapping her arms around them and pulling them closer. These are two sweet children, and she’s going to try to push her damn hormones down so she doesn’t break into tears in the middle of this.

She and some of the other children plant some new flowers in the garden for the spring and summer, and she promises to come back when they begin to bloom so she can see all of their hard work. At one point a worm crawls out of the soil, and there’s an absolute meltdown, a mixture of glee and terror at not knowing how to feel about the slimy little creature. It’s pretty hysterical if she’s honest, but the kids never do quiet down, squirming around while someone from the local wildlife preserve talks about and shows them a few animals in their care.

Lunch is served, and while they eat, she chats with the administrators of the school about their plans of using the outdoor area for both educational and recreational purposes. She’s so glad that the school got the money to expand. It’s a poorer area, their resources not as bountiful as a lot of the schools she lives near, and she’s truly excited and hopeful that this will make a difference.

And maybe she’ll get better at gardening at home.

When she gets home that afternoon after visiting two more schools with the same new implementations, she’s exhausted, falling onto the couch in the living room and flipping through the channels on TV until she finds reruns Downton Abbey, which is probably her most British concession…besides her mother and marrying Killian. That last one was pretty damn British.

Indy sits in her bed below her, snoozing after getting too excited over Emma being home. Her phone starts ringing, and she reaches over to its spot on the coffee table to answer. She thought it would be Killian telling her he’s on the way home, but Ruby’s picture pops up on the screen.

“Hey, Rubes.”

“You look tired on my TV, baby mama.”

“Geez, nice of you to say that. Aren’t you at work?”

“We have televisions in the diner,” Ruby answers, the sound of plates crashing coming through the speaker. “Granny keeps it on the news for some strange reason and both you and baby daddy were on there.”

“You have to stop calling Killian baby daddy. That makes it sound like he’s your baby daddy.”

“God no,” Ruby laughs, and Emma rolls her eyes before scoffing. “Not that he’s not hot or anything, but I think Graham might kill him.”

“Graham wouldn’t be the only one.” She turns the phone on speaker and sticks it in her bra strap while she walks to the kitchen, laughing at Ruby’s kidding around. “Is there a reason you called other than to tell me I look like shit?”

“Very beautiful shit, though.”

“Weirdo.”

She finds some leftover chicken tetrazzini in the fridge, pulling it out and popping it in the microwave before grabbing a glass of water.

“I know, I know. I’m the best friend. Anyways, I was actually calling just to chat. I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever.”

“Yeah, sorry about that. It’s been…crazy. You can come over this weekend if you want, though.”

“Can’t. Graham and I are going to meet his family in Ireland this weekend.”

“Rubes,” she squeals, pressing up on her toes to check the microwave, “no way. You’re meeting the fam. Are you terrified?”

“Absolutely. But he’d wanted to do it back at Christmas. I just couldn’t leave Granny. We’ve been together seven months now, though, and I’m kind of feeling like it’s time to do all of that big relationship stuff.”

“Huh,” she scoffs, the microwave beeping behind her, “would you look at that. Ruby Lucas is in love and settling down.”

“Shut up.”

“Nope. You tease me on a daily basis. I’m going to do the same to you. Girl, I’m thrilled for you, and honestly, don’t be too terrified. The meeting of the family is not the end all be all. Trust me.”

“Yeah, I guess you would know all of that. What the hell am I going to wear?”

She takes her tetrazzini out of the microwave while answering Ruby and grabs a fork out of their silverware drawer before diving in. It’s delicious and probably the first thing her stomach has really agreed with all week. The front door jingles, and she hears it close while Indy’s nails hit against the hardwood, obviously going to check on who just came in the door.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Killian greets when he finds her in the kitchen, Indy at his feet, before kissing her cheek and squeezing her hip.

“Hi, baby daddy,” Ruby yells through the phone, her voice echoing throughout the room.

Killian snickers, his eyes going wide before squinting as he tries to find her phone that’s still strapped under her bra. “Hello, Ruby. How are you today?”

“Wonderful. I’m going to let you guys go now. Killian, give your wife a foot rub or something because it’s your fault she’s knocked up. You should have used protection.”

“Ruby,” they both hiss while she practically cackles on the other end. “Love you, Rubes. Call me again before this weekend, okay?”

“Got it. Love you and baby daddy.”

She pulls her phone off her shoulder and hangs up before placing it on the counter and taking a few more bites of her food, reaching down to scratch Indy’s head instead of caving and feeding her.

“You already ate,” she tells her, and Indy just keeps looking up at her with those stupidly big brown eyes and the cutest little face. “This is my food, yeah?”

She looks up from Indy to see Killian sitting across from her on a bar stool, the softest of smiles on his face as he looks her up and down.

“What?” she chuckles, covering her mouth so food doesn’t fall out.

“You’re eating.”

“I’ve been eating for twenty-eight years.”

“No, I mean,” he circles his hands around, “you’re eating actual food, and you don’t look like you feel sick. This is good.”

She chews a bit more before taking a sip of water. “I know. The ginger mints I found help a lot. This afternoon was bad, though, but I made it through.”

“How were your school visits?”

“Good, I liked them a lot. How was the car plant?”

He smiles then, lips stretching and white teeth on full display. “They let me test drive a new car on the track.”

“What?” she laughs, her eyebrows practically hitting her hairline. “Did they have you wear protective gear?”

“No, I didn’t race, love. It was just a little thing. I’ve been driving for nearly half my life. I knew what I was doing. What did you think I was doing?”

“I don’t know. I thought you were just supposed to be touring it. I didn’t know they were turning you into a Formula One driver.”

“Look at you, saying Formula One instead of NASCAR. So proud of my little British woman.”

She scrunches her nose up at that before reaching her arms in the air and stretching, her shirt rising with the movement. “Your little British woman wants a foot rub or a backrub or something, and you’re going to give it to me because, like Ruby said, you knocked me up.”

She walks across the counter and places a kiss on top of Killian’s head, his hair smelling like sweat and product, before walking back to the living room, shucking her bra and shoes along the way.

February dwindles into March, the temperatures fluctuating between wanting to warm up and frosting the ground. It’s one of her favorite times of the year. St. Patrick’s Day was so fun to work at the pub, and while she enjoys her duties now, they’re not quite the same. Though, she has had an absolute blast her past two years handing out the shamrocks and serving Guinness.

Mostly, though, March is the month she met Killian eight years ago, and she always thinks of that as the calendar flips and spring begins to fade into view. Or really, when it’s pouring down rain, the water pounding against the roof and the windows just like the night he wandered inside and she had to ask him to change clothes so he didn’t ruin their booths…not that she ever did that for any of their other customers.  

That’s what it’s like this morning, rain furiously falling down outside as her eyes flutter open and awareness slowly comes to her. Killian’s arm is wrapped around her stomach, something he’s been doing for the past few weeks, while his other bicep rests under her cheek. She’s not sure if it’s an unconscious move or if he’s purposefully doing it as some kind of protective move.

He’s always been protective. It’s just in his nature, and while sometimes it can drive her mad, he’s rarely overbearing. He knows and understands that she can take care of herself, so she allows him his little protective moments. Sometimes she kind of likes them too. She likes the way he always checks on her when they’re at an engagement or after they walk through a large crowd. She likes the way he opens doors and pulls out her chair when he gets to it before she does it herself. She really loves the way his hand always finds hers or finds her back, slyly rubbing up and down to soothe her.

It’s the way he was raised, royal protocol and all of his gentlemanly behavior, and while sometimes she just wants to close her own door and walk her own path, which she does quite often, she’s learned to appreciate these things in the right moments.

Now that she’s pregnant all of his little tendencies have increased tenfold, and it makes her smile thinking of just how good he is to her and to their child. He’s going to drive himself mad with worry and go prematurely gray, but he’s sweet.

She lays in bed for a few minutes longer, letting Killian’s breathing mixed with the sounds of the rain lull her into a sense of calm and drowsiness. Her nausea has begun to significantly fade, and for all the things for which she’s thankful, not having morning sickness at the end of her first trimester is at the top.

She did get dizzy again last week after waiting too long to eat while at an event, but she’d immediately sat down and asked Killian to go get her something to eat. Dr. Hudson tells her that’s completely normal, but she did tell her to keep some kind of cereal or protein bar with herself at all times. If she forgets, Killian remembers. He’s like a little pregnancy guru. He sits in bed at night with his glasses on and a stack of books on his bedside table. There are color-coordinated tabs in each chapter for certain things, and she knows that his phone has got to have at least thirty tabs open.

If her mom, Dr. Hudson, or the internet don’t know the answer to her question, her husband does.

She gently moves Killian’s hand off of her while she edges her body away. A part of her kind of wanted to take advantage of his morning erection pressing into her ass, but she desperately has to pee. So she gets out of bed, Killian flopping down into the space she’s left vacant, and heads into their bathroom.

On her way back to bed she passes the floor-to-ceiling mirror and like every morning, she lifts her shirt and tries to see if there’s any kind of bump. There hasn’t been, but as she looks today, making sure she’s not extending her stomach in any way, she sees one.

Just barely, but it’s there.

“Oh my God,” she gasps to herself, her hands running up and down the slight curve.

She can’t…she can’t believe it’s there. She knew it was coming, knew that she was pregnant, but knowing and waiting is totally different than seeing.

She has to show Killian.

“Killian,” she calls, her hand moving over her small bump, making sure it’s not going to disappear before she wakes him up. She doesn’t hear him move, so she tries again, “Killian.”

Sighing, she runs into the bedroom to find him sleeping away, snuggled against herpillow with the comforter covering his entire body unlike when she left. “Babe,” she urges, shaking him awake until he flips over and opens one eye to look up at her.

“What?” he mumbles, his mouth opening into a yawn before he jerks up, his eyes going wide. “Are you okay? Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, yeah,” she reassures him, finding his wrists and pulling him out of bed. “Come here. I want to show you something.”

“What the hell could you have to show me at,” he leans over to press her phone, the time popping up over a picture of the two of them and Indy from Christmas, “six in the morning?”

“You’re going to remember your grumbling in a minute, and you’re going to regret it.”

He raises his eyebrow, but he follows her into the bathroom, muttering things under his breath. She gets them to the mirror, situating Killian right in front of her.

“Okay,” she sighs, clapping her hands together, “you ready?”

She looks up at him to see him yawn while nodding, his hands running through his hair and making the strands stick up in a million different directions. He looks entirely disheveled, his beard too long and his chest hair sticking down in different places while his sweatpants ride up on his right calf and dip indecently low on his left hip.

“I’m ready, darling.”

Without saying anything else, she lifts her shirt over her head and tosses it to the ground. Killian quirks his eyebrow again, and when he furrows them together, she points to the mirror. It takes him a few moments, but then his features light up and he looks back to her absolutely beaming.

“You have a bump.”

“I have a bump,” she agrees, taking his hand and placing it on her stomach. “Isn’t it cool?”

“It’s beautiful, Emma.” He leans down and kisses her, their bodies pressing together until he pulls back and frames her stomach, looking between it and her eyes. “This was definitely worth waking up over.”

“Yeah?”

“Absolutely.” He stares at her for a moment longer, his eyes full of adoration, before running into the other room with absolutely no explanation only to come back with his phone. “Here. Stand in front of your vanity. I’m going to get some pictures.”

“I look disgusting. I’m not even in the outfit we’ve been taking pictures in.”

“I don’t bloody care. We’re documenting this.”

“So demanding.”

“You’re going to thank me later.”

She moves to stand in front of her vanity only to reaffirm the fact that her hair is half on top of her head while the other is falling down her nearly bare back. She’s not even in a cute bra, but Killian’s right. She’ll likely thank him later. He takes a few pictures of her cradling it, which his honestly pretty hard to do when she really only looks a little bloated, and she laughs at how serious he is in the whole thing.

“I love you, ya weirdo,” she gushes to him when they’re flipping through the photos later, cuddled up in bed with Indy curled at the foot of the bed sleeping after they took her out.

He wraps his free arm around her shoulder before kissing her temple. She sighs into it, her hand rubbing up and down his back. “I love you, too, wild woman.”

“Wild woman?”

“Look at your hair here.”

“Shut up,” she laughs, hitting his back and looking at the way her hair really is wild and all over the place, curled in some places and straight in others as it falls out of its bun on top of head. “I told you to let me fix myself up.”

“No, no,” Killian promises, kissing the top of her head so softly she barely feels it. “It’s perfect this way.”

[healerofsins-blog]

Tips That Help Me Write

Disclaimer: These are things I’ve learned in my fifteen years of writing. These have helped me in the past and future. Hopefully they can help someone else. I have also posted this to a personal Reddit account, so this is mine and not taken by anyone else.

1. It’s okay to let go of an idea.

Too many times I will get stuck in a chapter because I have been set on a singular idea and have to find a way to spin the story around it. It may be work to have to write the idea out of what has already been written, but this frees you from being stuck on something that will hold you back.

But OP the idea has already been written and posted?

That’s okay too. But remember this is your story and your rules. Now I’m not saying that you can bring someone back from the dead and just call it good. You can also make the detail or item less valuable than originally thought. Example, making a scream masked by a noise. If your story is set in the middle of nowhere there are big cats and birds that scream. Owls and cougars can sound like human infants.

2. Sometimes going to the past can help shape your future.

Flack back chapters are a go to for me if I’m stuck with nowhere to go. As I usually write with a very loose script I will write myself into a corner. In order to break the walls down and free myself, I will in turn make a flashback appear. It can be a lesson from long ago, or something that connects a few characters together. Easy way to stall and set some character development.

But Op what if I’m in the middle of a fight or conflict?

This is some of the perfect times for a flashback in my opinion. Give the writers a little suspense. A few may be upset that they don’t get instant gratification, and I understand that completely. It can help you create a power or understand that may not have been there before that can help you propel into the future.

3. Don’t like the rules? Break them.

This is your writing, your story and you can do what you please within it. You are the master and can change anything you want. If you are trying to stay as close to the material as possible it can be as simple as bending the rules for a few seconds. Humans can’t normally pick up cars right? But adrenaline is a hell of a drug. Mothers have literally saved their infants from being under cars by lifting it. I mean they break their bones but again this is writing. Your story your rules.

4. Filler chapters are totally acceptable.

This is one of my important ones. Burnt out on writing those battle scenes or sick of writing smut? Change it up. Character development doesn’t always have to be in the form of conflict. It can be as simple as sitting and contemplating their lives. I am a huge fan of filler chapters, especially with some good character development or some off hand fluff.  It gives me a better connection with the characters and in turn I enjoy the story better.

But OP my story is all serious.

Then this is perfect for you. If you hit one more the entire story it won’t have the same impact. For instance if your character always has anxiety it will grow old. Speaking as someone with anxiety. Because I have ups and downs. Your character and story should to. Even in the most dramatic shows and story’s there are moments of relief or happiness. If your characters can’t really portray these things it’s okay to introduce a setting or OC that may be able to.

5. Writers Block? Take a break.

It’s okay to go on a hiatus and make time for yourself. If you want to continue writing try a one shot or some off hand writings for yourself. I have found that completely stepping away from a project and letting my mind run on something new will freshen my outlook on the story and let me keep going. And one shots don’t have the added stress of having a commitment to add chapters. Like the one shot? It’s also okay to keep going. One shots can always be turned into short stories or even a full commitment. But remember that it’s also supposed to help you.

6. Create character flaws.

We are not all powerful. In some situations neither should your characters be. Quirks can be powerful. Living beings are born with faults and differences all the time. Create something that needs to be overcome and boom some more sweet sweet character development as they find ways around it or ways to power through it.

But OP my story is set in a super power universe they are supposed to be this way.

Fair enough, but flaws don’t always have to be weakness. It can be uncontrollable anger. Bouts of sadness or even uncertainty. Even villains aren’t without their flaws.  

7. It’s okay to walk away.

If your story isn’t bringing you joy, walk away. Sure your followers may be a little upset, and those who are only following you for this specific story won’t be happy. In the end it’s your life. You have an entire world around you that’s not this story. Sometimes walking away can bring you back. Maybe years later, and maybe never again.

8. You may be sick of reading the same chapter over and over but your readers aren’t.

I am super guilty of this. I will spend a week on a specific chapter and absolutely hate it. It will be the same words over and over and I will grow mad at it. But once I post it the readers will be absolutely in love with it. Remember that you may have seen those words a hundred times, but to them it’s brand new.

9. I don’t think my story is any good because it isn’t popular.

Perhaps not enough love or comments on your story has you down. Remember these few things.

What your writing may be super rare. It may be the only story in this field. I have looked down for something to read and come across different fan fictions that are the ONLY one in its class. Don’t give up, people do read it and will look for it. I have found diamonds hidden away because it wasn’t super popular. I will deliberately go to page 6-8 at first when looking for something to read if there are a ton of dictions.

Your readers may not have an account or have already liked it. On Archive I find myself wondering why I have the fraction of likes as I do views, but it hit me one day. Every time a reader clicks on your story it’s a view, but on some sites like AOE they can only like it once. A lot of people won’t comment simply because it’s not what they do. On Fanfiction it’s easier to see which chapters are liked better than others and they can like every single one, but sometimes they will forget these things.

10.Multiple tags aren’t trashy.

If something new can be tagged DO IT. I cannot tell you the amount of people who told me they read my story simply because the tags. It will help your story reach further as some people will literally hunt for one specific tag when writing.

11. Too short? Too much talking? Getting burnt out on certain scenes? Add details.

You feel like the conversations are taking a lot of space. You’re getting tired of writing he said she said over and over. You want to expand your word count. You’re unsure if it’s enough. Sprinkle that shit like it’s candy.

Eye color, feelings, thoughts, smell, how warm is it, how cold can it get, which way is the wind blowing, is the sun high or low, make inanimate objects flow, make that table in the corner an old splintered health hazard, paint the walls, tile the floors... you can do so much with writing. Craft everything from the smallest detail if you can. I am a sucker for some good details and character development. Is it exciting? Not really, but it adds to your story.

And last for now because this is super long already.

12. This is YOUR story.

As with breaking the rules this is your story. You are doing this for fun. You don’t really owe anyone an explanation if and when you decide to do something. The exception being if you’re being paid to do a certain thing. You decide how the story ends. You are using your craft to create something for free (usually) for others to enjoy. You want to add a super powered robot that can fix everything with some dank magic in a world where fire is the best technology they have? Freaking do it. I have read satire writings and they have been some of the best laughs in my life. Have fun with it. You’re the one writing it.

Feel free to take this and use this to your heart's content.

[wordsinwinters]

Then Again, Part 22  Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: After an intense argument and a forced-to-share-the-bed situation during their junior year decathalon trip, Peter and the Reader examine their faults and failings. As they attempt to fix their mistakes and improve their friendship, that friendship quickly begins to evolve into something else.

Slow burn fic in which all characters are included and their dynamics explored; multiple character POVs. 

Betas: @fanboyswhereare-you and @girl-tips-from-satan

Masterlist (with AO3 links)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19, Part 20, Part 21, Part 23, 

Author’s Note:

Another quick Ned POV chapter, then we’ll be back to our regularly scheduled program. To the blogs who recently reblogged/suggested this fic, thank you so much, I appreciate it more than I can say!

Without further ado,

Then Again Part 22:

(Words: 1,740)

The gift shop is the smallest part of the hotel and it’s still the size of three classrooms smushed together. It’s stacked with trinkets, magnets, mugs, glass miniatures, and all the other usual sort of souvenirs that glitter back at the sunlight peeking through the windows. Near the front of the store, it smells like a grandmother’s laundry room... likely because the air conditioning is blowing right in my face, making my eyelids click when I blink.

I should get off my phone and go look around, rather than wait for the texting bubbles to pop up again. Oops.

Phone in my pocket, I take a moment to locate everyone. The team is dispersed throughout the aisles. Given how maze-ish the place is, it looks like everybody is in the middle of some slow-motion strategy game, related to either war or hunting.

On one side, near the stuffed donkeys and elephants, Cindy and Sally are flipping through postcards and travel guides. From here, I can’t hear what they’re whispering, but Cindy keeps glancing at Abe.

Abe is totally immersed in the stuffed animals a few feet away. He’s on FaceTime with his dad, holding up various stuffed animals, asking which his sister would like best or if she’s too young to align herself to a political party yet. His dad is laughing and shaking his head while Abe settles on, “I’ll get her the teddy bear with the top hat-- I think it looks pretty politically neutral.” After reminding his dad not to tell anyone about the gifts he’s getting the rest of their family, Abe says goodbye and walks over to show Cindy and Sally the stuffed bear.

MJ is in the middle of the shop. She must be in a hurry, since she buys a Notorious RBG sweatshirt, rips the plastic bit of the tag off with her teeth, and practically shoves herself into it headfirst within 50 seconds. Either she’s gone from mildly annoyed to seriously pissed or she’s wanted the meme-ed out Supreme Court Justice’s face on her clothing for a long time. Knowing MJ, it could totally be either option.

Flash is being an idiot, sulking in the corner. He’s leaning against an advertisement for some new wolf documentary stuck to the window, but his eyes are flickering back and forth from whatever app he’s scrolling through on his phone to Peter talking with Y/N, standing a couple rows up. Maybe he senses me noticing him because he glances suddenly in my direction. We make awkward eye contact before he stiffens and looks away.

He was probably eavesdropping on the two of them. But I don’t have the energy to confront him about it. Not after yesterday and this morning. Instead, I shift my focus to my friends. Peter, mostly.

Oh God, Peter. I can already tell he’s about to be at his utmost annoying the moment we get back to our room. (After we switch the rooms back to normal, at least.)

Standing beside her, he tries to juggle a bunch of keychains for no apparent reason, nearly knocking the shelf over when he fails; Y/N gives him a pitying laugh as she takes them from his hand and organizes them on the shelf where they belong. Her eyes stay on the small task, but Peter’s are practically glued to her face. I think he’s forgotten whatever conversation they were having because there’s a short pause and then the second she turns her head to ask him something, Peter does an odd hop thing like he’s been mildly shocked. Y/N tilts her head, squinting for a moment before moving on to the next overpriced item on the shelf. After a few seconds of finally paying attention, he follows her further down the row.

And I’m standing next to stacks of coffee mugs. I should probably rescue Peter now before he makes a fool of himself. Or a bigger one, I should say.

I pass Flash -- well, sort of, since he’s three rows away -- as I walk toward them. He ignores me like usual, so I ignore him too.

Neither Peter or Y/N notice me approach; they’re lightly arguing. She’s shaking her head and groaning in discontent. It seems playful, but there’s a real hesitance to whatever she’s resisting. Peter sounds like he’s trying to tone down his own grin and failing miserably.

“Nope, no way out of it. You have to choose,” Peter says, half smirking. “Necklace or bracelet?”

She shakes her head again, at a slight loss for words.

“What, so I can feel handcuffed to you? Those necklaces are practically chokers, they’re so short.”

Whatever they’re talking about, it’s definitely the perfect spot for me to jump in.

“Handcuffs and chokers?” I ask, mock shocked. “Kinky.”

They both turn at the same time. Y/N’s face lights up when she sees me. Her cheeks are a bit pink but there’s no doubt she knows I’m joking. Behind her, Peter gives me a Why are you always like this? exasperated look with a somewhat darker blush.

“Ned!” she says. “Christ, you scared me.”

“Too engrossed in handcuffs?”

There’s a grin on my face now and she returns a tired, close mouthed smile. It’s only at this point that I realize how exhausted she looks. The darkness under her eyes combined with her tense posture seems to cloak her whole body with a faintly haunted, paranoid even, halo.

Nonetheless, she seems tempted to laugh and hit me. Instead rolls her eyes and takes a step to the side.

“Peter, show Ned what you wanted to buy.”

Peter opens his hands. One has a short necklace, the other a bracelet. Both are fake gold and have half hearts with something written on each. It might be best friends?

Dear God. Way to be subtle, Peter, you idiot.

“Y/N and I agreed we need to work on our friendship,” he explains hesitantly, as if he’s just now realizing how fumblingly obvious he’s being. “So, friendship… stuff…?” He almost cringes at his own words.

Don’t laugh, Ned, I tell myself. Don’t you dare do it.

Before I can comment, MJ’s voice cuts in from the back of the shop and we all turn.

She’s standing in front of Flash, near the door, in a stance that suggests she wants to push him out of her way, or down to the ground. Man, he must be desperate or stupid to attempt to talk to her right now.

“Whatever it is, go tell her yourself!” she half shouts, hands reaching up to her hair. “Leave me out of it, I don’t care!”

MJ shoulders past him, not enough to knock him over, but certainly enough to leave him jostled and lost. His back rises and falls like he’s taking deep breaths. He turns to look directly at Y/N, expression somewhere between frustration and… sadness? That can’t be right.

As I try to riddle out whatever’s going on, replay the reasons why MJ would be this mad at him and what it has to do with Y/N, I hear Y/N make an almost silent strangled sound beside me. Knowing there’s no way to stop her from whatever she’s about to do, I shut my eyes and curse Flash for being born.

When I open them, I see that MJ has planted herself in a hotel lobby chair outside the shop with her hood pulled up, arms and legs crossed, sunk deep into the soft leather. Mr. Harrington, sitting in the seat adjacent, moves to ask her a question but she yanks the strings of the hoodie and it closes around her face like an annoyed collapsing black hole.

Y/N takes a quiet breath and Peter tenses on my right. Before he can open his mouth, Y/N says she’ll be right back with a tone that explains nothing and warns us both not to intervene.

I look at Peter, who looks at me, and we both watch her approach Flash. If I know Peter at all, I’m sure his feet are itching to race over to them too.

With her back to us, we can’t see her expression or hear anything she says. All we can do is catch glimpses of Flash, who keeps trying to interrupt her and losing. After about forty seconds they start to argue, or at least that’s what I’d guess from the angry gestures.

When she starts to leave, Flash grabs her hand. A red flag goes up in my head. That’s an idiotic move. Y/N smacks it off with the back of her other hand and leaves him struggling to say… something. I’m bad at reading lips.

Kinda looks like, Keanu just loves truly. Reeves? But I’m 98% certain that’s wrong.

Well, all the same, that clarifies nothing.

As she quickly starts walking back over to me and Peter, I turn my head to ask what he thinks just happened, but he isn’t there. Well, he is, he’s just further down the aisle, where he nearly knocked everything down a few minutes ago. He grabs something and heads toward the cash register without a word.

“He’s not buying those bracelets, is he?” Y/N asks, slightly out of breath. Standing beside me, we both watch him set something small down on the counter.

“I don’t think so,” I say. 

Really, I have no idea. I couldn’t see what he took, but I’d like to offer her some comfort in whichever ways are currently available.

She bites at a nail.

“Good.” I realize she isn’t meeting my eyes. “It would’ve been… awkward, if he had gotten a pair for the two of us and not you and MJ, right?”

Awkward?

I pause.

Until now, I hadn’t really considered what might happen if Y/N doesn’t like Peter back. I mean, I have reasons to think she does, but I didn’t exactly notice those reasons until I began to look for them. Oh shit, what if she doesn’t?

Still, “awkward” doesn’t have to mean anything significant, right?

I hope not.

“Plus,” she continues, biting her lip for a split second as she watches Peter, “I really don’t want to give Flash any new material to bully him with, you know? Middle school friendship bracelets would be more than enough.”

I nod as Peter finishes his purchase. He turns around, smiling at us, lifting a small plastic shopping bag like a greeting.

Man, I hope this is the end of the mess and not the beginning.

Part 23

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