#mr high and mighty himself knocked out in the back seat with me after a long day of being out of the house

[fo-love]

when ur making self ship art and u gotta take a break because it's coming together and making ur heart beat faster

[bitchyfoxymama]

Ch. 5 - Sokovia Accords

Warning: Angst, pure angst, fighting, death, destruction

A/n: I used dialogue from the movie as well as added in my own, I’m turning civil war into a couple chapters but promise next chapter will be all my own writing and dialogue

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It’s been a month since the Lagos incident, Wanda comes out now but is still not the same as she was before. You were walking past her door to get to your own room when you heard the voice of a news anchor.

“What legal authority does an enhanced individual like Wanda Maximoff have to operate in Nigeri-“ You walk in and turn the television off.

“It's my fault,” she says without looking up at you.

You were about to tell her something but Steve enters the room and speaks instead.

“That's not true” he says standing in her doorway as you go and sit next to her on her bed pulling her into your arms.

“Turn the TV back on. They're being very specific,” Wanda says, laying her head onto your shoulder.

“Those new anchors act as though they are all high and mighty,” you say, getting heated.

“I should've clocked that bomb vest long before you had to deal with it” steve begins pushing himself off Wanda’s door frame, “Rumlow said "Bucky" and . . . all of a sudden I was a 16-year-old kid again, in Brooklyn, And people died. It's on me”

“if I had stunned him, or was quicker at knocking him out before you needed to step in, if I was faster” you say, hardening your face as you stare off.

“This job . . . we try to save as many people as we can. Sometimes that doesn't mean everybody. But if we can't find a way to live with that, next time . . . maybe nobody gets saved,” Steve says looking at both of you.

You want to say more but vision shows up, walking through Wanda’s bedroom door, completely negating her privacy.

“Vis! We talked about this,” she says, lifting her head off your shoulder to scold him.

“Yes, but the door was open so I assumed that . . .Captain Rogers wished to know when Mr. Stark was arriving,” the android says, giving you a curt nod of acknowledgment.

“Thank you. We'll be right down,” Steve says walking towards the door.

“Daddy’s home,” you whisper into her, earning a small giggle.

“I'll . . . use the door. Oh, and apparently, he's brought a guest,” vision says

“We know who it is?” Steve asks stopping.

“The Secretary of State,” Vision says while walking out of the room.

“Great what does he want,” you sneer at the mention of the man who tried to kill Bruce.

*********

When we make it to the conference room Wanda and I are the last to arrive, I take a seat next to Bucky, Wanda sits to my right. Pietro is across from me. Ross’ back is currently facing us, I send daggers at his back. I’ve heard a lot about this man. My hatred for him runs deep. He finally turns and graces us with his face.

“Five years ago, I had a heart attack. I dropped right in the middle of my back-swing. Turned out, it was the best round of my life, because after 13 hours of surgery and a triple bypass . . . I found something 40 years in the Army had never taught me: Perspective.” You want to roll your eyes at the arrogance, “The world owes the Avengers an un-payable debt. You have fought for us, protected us, risked your lives . . . but while a great many people see you as heroes, there are some . . . who would prefer the word "vigilantes".”

“And what word would you use, Mr. Secretary?” You smile at him sarcastically.

“How about "dangerous"? What would you call a group of US-based, enhanced individuals who routinely ignore sovereign borders and inflict their will wherever they choose and who, frankly, seem unconcerned about what they leave behind?”

With all the shit he is talking about he could open a manure business. You lean back into your chair as he presses the remote he’s holding, the screen behind him turns on.

“New York,” Ross says. The screen shows the battle of New York, you saw the aftermath on tv, but seeing it makes me a bit uneasy especially since my friends had to live through it. I give a sympathetic look over to Natasha.

“Washington DC” I grab Bucky's hand and gently squeeze as the screen shows the helicarriers falling from the sky, this was a tough watch for the ex winter soldier since it was at this moment Steve was able to save him from HYDRA. I look over at Sam, he looks down.

“Sokovia” You look at Pietro as he can’t look at the screen, you give him a sympathetic look, you’ve heard countless stories about Solovia from the twins, about how Pietro had almost died there along with others if it hadn’t been for Helen Choi. You can see from the corner of your eyes as Wanda stares as does Tony.

“Lagos” You glare at Ross, this time he does see. You turn to comfort Wanda as she lets out a silent gasp at the images as it’s still fresh in her mind.

“Okay. That's enough.” You say as you can already feel the electricity coursing through my veins, you calm as you feel Bucky’s hand over yours, he gives you a small smile which you return. Ross soon finishes his presentation and talks about the Solovia accords.

“The Sokovia Accords. Approved by 117 countries . . . it states that the Avengers shall no longer be a private organization. Instead, they'll operate under the supervision of a United Nations panel, only when and if that panel deems it necessary,” Ross says.

“So what you are saying is we we’ll be treated like a private military, only let out when deemed necessary? What happens when there is another threat to the world but the UN doesn’t decide we are needed? What then Mr. Secretary,”

He chuckles, “This one doesn’t do well with authority is that right?”

You glare up at him through your eyelashes. What you wouldn’t give to put him in his place.

“The Avengers were formed to make the world a safer place. I feel we've done that.” Steve says, our fearless leader.

“That's how the world works. Believe me, the accords are the middle ground,” Ross says looking you directly in the eyes, challenging you almost.

“So, there are contingencies.” Rhodes finally speaks up.

“Three days from now, the UN meets in Vienna to ratify the Accords.” Ross says looking at Tony, you begin to wonder what they haven’t told you yet, you and Steve both look at Tony, “Talk it over.”

“And if we come to a decision you don't like?” You ask, arms crossed.

“Then you retire” he says as he begins to walk away

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You had your hands firmly planted on the conference table leaning towards Tony, venom and anger flowing through you, “You are out of your fucking mind Stark if you think any of us are signing away our rights” sparks flashing in your eyes.

“A 117 countries want to sign this. 117, Y/n, and you're just like, "No, that's cool. We got it.”

“Yeah, because it’s bullshit,” You say, turning towards him.

“How long are you going to play both sides?” Sam asks Rhodes from his standing position near Steve.

Rhodes turns to look at him wanting to say something but Vision interrupts.

“In the eight years since Mr. Stark announced himself as Iron Man, the number of known enhanced persons has grown exponentially. And during the same period, the number of potentially world-ending events has risen at a commensurate rate.” He says look over us all.

“Are you saying it's our fault?” Steve speaks up, leaning forward in his chair.

“I'm saying there may be a causality. Our very strength invites challenge. Challenge incites conflict. And conflict . . . breeds catastrophe. Oversight . . . oversight is not an idea that can be dismissed out of hand.” Vision expresses while folding his hands in front of him.

“Boom,” Rhodes mic drops in front of him.

You look over at Tony, “Tony. You are being uncharacteristically non-hyper-verbal, oh wait I know why! It's because he's already made up his mind!” You growl.

“Boy, you know me so well, sparky. Actually, I'm nursing an electromagnetic headache. That's what's going on, Cap. It's just pain. It's discomfort. Who's putting coffee grounds in the disposal? Am I running a bed and breakfast for a biker gang?” He pulls up a photo of a young man, confusing some of you.

“Oh, that's Charles Spencer, by the way. He's a great kid. Computer engineering degree, 3.6 GPA. Had a floor level gig at Intel planned for the fall. But first, he wanted to put a few miles on his soul, before he parked it behind a desk. See the world. Maybe be of service. Charlie didn't want to go to Vegas or Fort Lauderdale, which is what I would do. He didn't go to Paris or Amsterdam, which sounds fun. He decided to spend his summer building sustainable housing for the poor. Guess where, Sokovia,” he paused to look down at you, he’s tight lipped, “He wanted to make a difference, I suppose. I mean, we won't know because we dropped a building on him while we were kicking ass,” you look down, “There's no decision-making process here. We need to be put in check! Whatever form that takes, I'm game. If we can't accept limitations, if we're boundary-less, we're no better than the bad guys,”

“if we sign this damn thing they take away our rights, and more people will get hurt if they get to decide where we can go, do you not see that? Can you not get that through your thick arrogant skull?” You say, a lot calmer than you were when this whole discussion began.

Tony holds his temples between his hands and rubs “You know what, you can go, this doesn’t involve you. You're Not even an official Avenger! You’ve been on one mission and you see how that turned out,” Tony says glaring at you. You could hear a pin drop, the room was so quiet. You can feel the tears welling in your eyes, but you didn’t want any of your fellow Avengers seeing you cry.

You swallow thickly “Fine, if that’s how you see me then I’ll leave. I won’t be signing that damn thing either” you say walking to the elevator, hitting his shoulder with yours as you pass him, “But one thing, if the world comes crashing down around you stark don’t come looking for me,” the elevator doors close on you as you let the tears finally fall.

[falcor-thee-luck-dragon]

Forgive, But First Fun - Nandor x f(vampire) reader

Summary: After getting left behind to fight off a pack of werewolves on your own, now mad at Nandor, you and Nadja have decided a little night out couldn’t hurt.

Warning: slight angst, fluff, fun times, and a tiny smut mention

Masterlist

Trudging angrily through the manors wooden doors, face stern and almost scary enough to put the fear of God into anyone. Your boots stomp into the large opening and onto the wooden floor boards as Gullimero, Nandor, and the documentary crew follow you in.

Your cloak is ripped and dirty as it lays in a pathetic black heap of cloth in Gullimero’s arms, your hair not looking any better, not to mention your face and arms that have various cuts paired with grass smudge marks adoring your skin. All in all you look like a hot mess.

“What the fuck happened to you lot? You’ve been gone all night.” Questions Laszlo as he walks into view from out of one of the hallways, his eyes scanning over a perfectly clean and handsome Nandor, then over to the dirty crew and disheveled Guillermo who’s got some leaves stuck to his hair.

“I don’t know.” You snap sarcastically, “How about you ask Mr. Dodgy-shit-stick over there.” Referring to Nandor who’s looking anywhere but you, keeping as silent as ever.

Gullimero looks between you and Nandor, then back at a confused Laszlo. “Oh, um they’re not speaking to each other right now.”

“And why the fuck not?”

Guillermo sighs before leaning towards Laszlo, “Nandor wanted to graffiti where the werewolves live and Y/N said he’d get caught and then Nandor said no I won’t and then he did.”

Laszlo raises a curious brow, “That’s it?”

“Oh, um....” Guillermo awkwardly scratches the back of his neck, suddenly pulling off a green leaf, “then they chased us to the park and when the pack closed in on us Nandor turned into a bat and left us behind so Y/N had to fight one of them off so we could escape and now we’re here.”

“Well that sounds rather exciting.”

“Not at the time.” Whispers Guillermo to no one in particular as he glances over at the camera.

“Huh,” Mutters Laszlo thoughtfully, scratching his beard as he thinks of how to help this situation, “well if you two dingbats aren’t talking to one another I believe Nadja needs you Y/N. Something about....well actually I’m not entirely sure.”

Perking up ever so slightly at this positive news, you cross your arms over your chest defiantly, “Well since someone does, I’ll be going then.” You grumble with a low growl at your Nandor who’s refusing to make eye contact while he stares frustrated at the floor.

Nodding in acknowledgment, Laszlo watches you stomp angrily up the steps before turning his head over to Nandor who’s now watching you leave with big sad eyes.

“Alright why’d you do it?” Interrogates Laszlo with a raised brow.

“Do whaaat?” Replies Nandor defensively, his once high and mighty aurora reappearing in an instant.

Rolling his eyes, Laszlo sets a hand on his hip sassily, “Well I sure as hell don’t want an angry Y/N wandering around this old place for the next however the fuck it takes you both to make up....in however fashion that may be. So I ask again, why’d you puss out and flee like a mangy opossum?”

Pursing his lips together in apprehensive embarrassment, Nandor mutters to himself before finally crossing his arms over his broad chest and sighing, “Because......I....I don’t know I panicked!” Exclaims the large vampire, causing Laszlo to start laughing. “Why are you laughing?”

Wiping a fake tear from his eye, Laszlo lets out a few more chuckles before finally composing himself, “My good man that is the second saddest thing I’ve ever heard. The first being when one of my many victims offered me one of their rare and exclusive Poki-muns card which I still have no idea what the fuck they were on about. Anyways, doesn’t matter, all I’ll tell is that you better make it up to her.”

“But she’s scary when she’s angryyy.” Whines Nandor with a frown.

“That’s all women my young pup, but since your lovely lady is a vampire she’s more dangerous.” He says while giving Nandor a kind pat on the back, “So uh, stay safe out there.” Adds Laszlo before turning and walking down the hallway leaving Nandor with his thoughts, Gullimero, and the documentary’s camera crew.

“What are you all looking at!” Snaps Nandor to the rest of the room.

——

“Oh my goodnessess that’s awful, my poor dark angel.” Soothes Nadja as you take a moment from your long and needed rant about the adventures in the park and Nandor’s cowardly stupidity. “That big hairy rhino doesn’t deserve you Y/N.” She reasons honestly, doing her best to make you feel better, knowing all to well the level of competent decision making skills of the other two vampires in the house.

“I know.” You mutter in agreement, your body tense and agitated as you pace back and forth in front of her as she sits in a chair, “Fucking beautiful idiot prick horse-fart of a husband. Urgghhh!” You proclaim loudly while throwing your hands into the air angrily, causing the furniture in the room to screech backwards across the old flooring at your outburst of vampiric energy. Nadja’s long obsidian hair blowing backwards as you do so while she keeps seated, unflinching.

Face softening, she gives you a sympathetic smile, “Oh my lovely fierce lioness, I know exactly what will make that sad little frown turn into a happy one.” Beams Nadja with an excited clap of her hands.

Hugging your sides, you let out a frustrated huff before giving your old friend a shrug, “What do you have in mind?”

——

“So we’re at the carnival!” Claps Nadja in delight as she smiles at the camera, “This will hopefully relieve Y/N’s pent up angers and keep her mind off of Nandor.....for now.” She adds a bit uncertainly.

“HA HA take that fuckers!” You shout joyfully from behind her, the camera panning over to you at the ball toss where you’ve been knocking down plastic bottles with a rubber ball. The stall owner cowering in the corner as he shields himself with a stuffed zebra.

The camera focuses back on Nadja, “I think it’s going really well so far.” She confirms with a convincing grin. “Relieving all that..uh....rage.” 

After winning a stuffed snake taller then you and deciding to wear it as a strange fashionable scarf, you and Nadja are wandering the carnivals streets while people watching to pass the time.

“So that’s why I never walk on the roof after 3am when I’ve had homeless man’s blood.” Rambles Nadja as your thoughts about Nandor come trickling down into your brain and nose. Huh, strange, must be cause you’re still wearing a thin red scarf of his.

No, stop thinking about him.

“Good lesson learned then,” You add with the flash of a smile before nudging her shoulder gently, “hey you wanna watch me win you something cool?”

Perking up in an instant, Nadja smiles a devilish fangy grin as she stops to eye up the multiple game stalls, “Why I would be delighted my dear Y/N, how about....um, oooh I want that giant tropical fishy with the long whiskers over there.” Points Nadja as your eyes travel over to the game stall with the large prizes.

It’s a game that requires the individual to shoot an arrow directly on three different sized bullseye’s stationed at various heights. Smiling like an idiot, you nudge your vampiric acquaintance in agreement, the both of you quickly swaggering over to the carnival game and it’s plush flashy prizes just screaming to be won.

“Hello good sir, my skilled roommate Y/N here is going to win me that fish.” Beams Nadja proudly as the teenager jumps off his chair to greet the two of you.

He smells like weed but surprisingly looks decent all things considered, “Uh yeah alright, two bucks for three arrows, hit every target directly on the middle red mark and if you make it on the bonus poster on the far back wall then you’ll have a chance to win that fish, good luck.” Mumbles the kid unenthusiastically as you slide him the cash.

Picking up the shitty yet still functional carnival bow, you give Nadja a wink before fitting an arrow in the nock and pulling back, lining up the shot and releasing directly into the first target to the left. Smirking to yourself you quickly draw again, hitting your second mark just as intended. Pays to be a skilled archer huh.

“Damn that’s pretty good aim.” Nods the teen as he watches in awe as you fit another arrow, releasing and punching a hole in the middle of the third target.

Nadja claps in excitement from behind you, “Yes! Win me that colorful fat bitch my feisty lioness!”

Standing like a warrior ready for battle with your bow in hand and wind blowing in your face, the kid almost drops the arrow he hands you for the winning shot as he practically swoons.

“Get those scissors ready, that fish is mine.” You growl in determination while picturing Nandor’s head as the final target, drawing back, you let the arrow fly straight into the bonus target. Winning Nadja her giant fish plushy.

“Yessss!” Shouts Nadja in delight as you drop the bow onto the table like a bad bitch before eyeing up the kid with a raised brow, “We’ll be taking the fish now.”

Wide eyed he almost falls off his chair, “Wait um, that’s the last one...I didn’t think, uh, my boss doesn’t want me to give away those ones.” He stutters out.

“What!” Snaps Nadja, “Then why are they just hanging there? You lied to us you little shit!”

“I’m sorry.” He pleads apologetically, “That’s what my boss told me. And no one ever wins the big prizes anyway so I didn’t think...”

“Well your boss he can eat a big horse turd cause I’m taking that fish.” You growl before jumping up and unhooking the fish from its perch above your heads, handing it to a practically glowing with joy Nadja who immediately hugs the thing.

Sticking your tongue out at the teen, you and Nadja turn to leave before a boney hand is suddenly on your shoulder, twisting around in an agitated instant, your face is mere inches from the wide eyed boy as he attempts to look even a tad bit threatening.

“No.” Is the only thing that slips from your tongue before your hand shoves him back, his whole body going air bound into the back of the carnival tent while the kid lets out a panicked scream.

“Ooooh Y/N that was very sexy of you.” Smirks Nadja while wiggling her dark brows, “Too bad a certain cowardly lion wasn’t here to see it.”

Petting the stuffed toy snake around your neck absentmindedly, you smile back a fangy grin, “Yes. Too bad.”

Continuing on your late night stroll through the carnival you both pass by random strangers, families, elders, children, and lovers all minding their sweet business completely unawares to the dark supernatural world walking right past them.

Although you’re quite enjoying this time spent with your best friend in the whole wide world, a low dull feeling of emptiness can’t help but creep into your undead being the more you catch sight of new and old couples walking together.

Sensing your growing sadness, Nadja nudges your shoulder playfully to gain your distracted attention, “Hello in there my black rose, what is on your mind?”

Holding the snake close to your body, a small smile creeps its way onto your face knowing she’s looking out for you, though it’s gone soon enough, “Oh you know....uh....blood.” You mutter unenthusiastically, trying to keep your thoughts away from Nandor and how much you miss him right now.

“Blood is it? But we just fed before attending the carnival.” Inquires Nadja in confusion as she keeps a normal pace at your side while the two of you follow the sidewalk past various shops and restaurants. “What is actually plaguing your mind my dear one?” She wonders with a frown, not keen on seeing you upset and in a grey mood.

Biting your lip anxiously, though not hard enough to draw blood, you walk past a couple more people before your eyes catch the sight of a small black bat disappearing behind a corner building just up ahead.

Squinting your eyes, your nose suddenly catches the scent of someone very familiar, “Nandor?”

Turning her head to face you, Nadja’s brows furrow in puzzlement, “What? No my sweet hurricane, forget that mangy old bear he’s not important right now.” Urges Nadja as she looks forward, suddenly surprised to catch a glimpse of someone who looks a lot like Guillermo racing behind the same corner you saw the bat fly behind. “Okay um what the fuck? Did you see that too?”

Glancing at Nadja you nod before quickening your steps as she does the same, her skirts flowing as she tries to catch up with you, though you’re much faster and with lack of annoying dress material, “Wait! You’re too fast.” Yelps Nadja.

Ignoring her protests you book it down the sidewalk like a maniac, almost running into a jogger before skidding round the corner of the brick building and coming face to face with a wide eyed Guillermo who gasps in surprise. Nudging him to the side, your eyes immediately fall upon the nervous fangy grin of your Nandor.

He gives you a shy little wave before shuffling awkwardly in place, awaiting your rampage of verbal and possibly physical assault that he’s certain is in the near future.

Taking a deep breath, you cross your arms over your chest defensively, “Were you following me?”

“Um, well.....I might have been....but only to make sure you were okay.” Mutters Nandor honestly, eyes shifting from you to the ground nervously as he awaits your wrath.

Pursing your lips together in thought, you shake your head before taking off the stuffed toy snake and holding it firmly in your hands. With a low growl do you grasp the snake in your right hand and hold it back like you might swing at any moment.

“You’re a fucking nincompoop you know that right?” Slips from your mouth without an once of anger lacing your words, instead do you hand the snake to Gullimero as Nandor watches in puzzled fear.

Taking a swift step forward, you point a finger into his strong chest while looking sternly up at him, “Racing off and leaving me too fight that angry bitch all by myself, and now following me when I needed a break from you! Nandor....... you’re something else.” You add with a shake of your head.

“Yes I know, and I’m sorry my love.” Smiles Nandor with saddened eyes, “I promise to keep you save from now on and fight off any werewolf who tries to hurt you....even if I am scared.”

Taking a step back, you can’t help the smirk that forms onto your face at his sweet words of forgiveness and sincerity. You know how much he fears werewolves and that he fled the scene thinking you were planning on following too, not realizing that you might actually give a shit about Gullimero’s and the crew’s lives.

“Oh my dear puff dragon,” You declare softly with a small smile, reaching both hands out to grasp his own, “I forgive you.”

Nandor’s face breaks out into the biggest and happiest grin you’ve seen since his last birthday when he walked into your shared crypt only to find you naked and holding a bushel of red roses while seated seductively on his coffin.

“Oh that’s fantastic because I was really missing you.” Reveals Nandor with a gentle squeeze of your hands. “Laszlo and Guillermo can’t make me laugh nearly as much as you can, they’re honestly rather boring.” He says before leaning in closer to whisper, “and not very attractive to look at either.” Causing you to crack another grin and your undead heart to fill with butterflies. 

Chuckling you reach up with one hand to pull his collar closer to you and a second later do your lips clash sweetly against one another in a heated moment of passion. He smiles into the kiss before moving to pull you in closer with both of his hands, one slipping low to cheekily pinch your round bottom.

Feeling him against you once again has to be the best sensation in the whole entirety of the world even if you’ve only been separated for a couple of hours. You absolutely love the way his fingers dig into your back and bum with an animalistic eagerness that’s slowly starting to drive you insane. Oh, the things he does to you.

Especially how his tongue slips into your mouth with ease while you tug at his hair long dark locks. “Y/N!” Suddenly shouts Nadja.

“Nandor!”

Begrudgingly pulling away, you turn around to face the confused lady vampire while Nandor hugs you from behind, happily smirking at her, knowing she can’t do anything to hurt him now. “Yes Nadja.” You answer.

With the fish plushy hung over her shoulder, her brows furrow in confusion, “What the fuck are you doing? I thought you were mad at him?”

“Yeah well, I was starting to really miss him and also I’m kind of horny now so.” You reply with a shrug as Nandor hugs you tighter, resting his bearded chin against your head while Nadja huffs in defeat.

“Alright. See you at home then.” Adds Nadja before turning towards Guillermo and shoving the giant carnival fish into his arms, “Hold this Gizmo I’m going home.” Then just like that she’s gone in a black wispy poof, flying away in bat form towards the vampire resistance on Staten Island.

“Okay then.” Mutters Gullimero as he looks up at the dark sky.

Feeling a wet kiss on the side of your face and neck you smile before turning around to face your dear husband, “Shall we take flight to seek out our bed chambers?” You speak slyly in a soft yet seductive voice.

“Yes.” Grins Nandor with a flash of lust and excitement before turning his attention over to Guillermo, “Hey Guillermo I’m leaving to make passionate love to my wife so don’t bother us or I will have a rat shit in your pillowcase. Okay?”

You giggle to yourself as Gullimero’s cheeks redden while he side eyes the camera, “Understood master. Have fun.” Squeaks out the loyal familiar as he stands there awkwardly with his hands full of two carnival prizes.

Nandor sneakily squeezes your bottom once more as he gives Gullimero a knowing smirk, “Oh, we will.” Then a second later you two are flying high above the city in bat form, ready to make love to your sweet Nandor for probably the twentieth time that week.

Down below the camera pans over to Gullimero as he blinks, “Well uh, I have these things now..” He says, holding up the fish, “and I am so not looking forward to cleaning up their mess.......again.”

[yikesharringrove]

Found out Steve’s house is like,,,, less than a mile away from the Byers’ house. Here’s this.

-

Jonathan sat bolt upright in his bed.

He heard something crashing around outside.

His heart was racing as he tossed back the covers.

He usually slept in jeans these days.

He came out into the hall to find Will, eyes wide, pale in the dark.

“You heard it too?” Jonathan just nodded at him, pulled Will behind him.

Joyce came running out of her room on the next crash, found both boys in the hallway.

She grit her jaw, ax in both hands, ready to defend.

They crept together through the kitchen, keeping Will between the two of them, listening for more sounds.

Something was in the woods.

She opened the door as quietly as she could peering outside.

There was another crash, the sound of branches crunching underfoot and-

“Sweetheart, what are you doing out here?”

Steve Harrington was breathing heavy, nailed bat held over his shoulder, his grip tight, ready.

He was covered in mud, his hair a fucking mess, big dark circles under his eyes.

“I, uh, I,” He was stammering, blinking around like he didn’t know where he was, what was happening.

Joyce just crossed the porch.

He flinched when she put her arm around him, leading him inside.

“Jonathan, get him some clothes, please.” Jonathan had to wrench himself from the spot.

Steve Harrington was in his house, King Steve, shaking and weak, and looking like he was three seconds from falling apart at the seams.

Jonathan came back with sweatpants and a sweater, found that his mother had deposited him into a kitchen chair.

He was paperwhite, like a fucking shadow of his old high and mighty self.

“Steve, what were you doing out there?” He blinked at Joyce slowly, like he didn’t even register he was being spoken to. She sighed. “Why don’t you go shower. Clean yourself up. You can sleep here.”

He seemed to startle back into himself.

“I can’t-”

“I’m not letting you go back through those woods tonight. Not when you look like you haven’t slept for a week.” He swallowed thickly. “Jonathan will show you the bathroom, and you can sleep on the sofa.”

“He can have my room!” Will piped up. “I can sleep with mom tonight.”

They broke apart slowly.

Steve refused to let Jonathan take the bat out of the bathroom as he left, made him think that Steve took it with him wherever he went.

The shower ran until it must’ve been frigid, until Joyce went and knocked on the door to see if he was okay.

Steve looked really small in Jonathan’s clothes, his hair limp against his forehead, but he looked slightly more alive, less like a dead body found in the woods.

“What were you doing out there?” Steve wasn’t looking at any of them.

“I just, sometimes I don’t think that they’re gone, and I need to, need to check.”

“El closed the gate. And Will’s okay, better than before, even.” He took a deep breath, his hands shaking, the handle of the bat resting against his calf.

“I didn’t even, one minute I’m having a, a nightmare, and the next, I’m in your shower. It’s like, it’s like I just blacked out, and I-” he clenched his jaw, bottom lip trembling.

His eyes were shining.

Jonathan thinks seeing Steve Harrington cry is probably the saddest thing he’s ever seen.

It’s not like he’s unaware of his fall from grace, of the way he went from most popular teenager in town to the laughing stock of even the theater kids. Hell, Jonathan had a hand in some of that, but for some reason, Jonathan still always saw him as this royalty.

And here he was, in Jonathan’s old sweater, trying not to cry at his kitchen table.

“Does that happen a lot? Blacking out?” His mom had put on that voice she only used when they were sick or overwhelmed.

Steve just nodded. He was all twisted into himself, arms hugging his stomach, slouched forward over the table.

“When was the last time you slept?” He shrugged. “Okay. That’s okay. Sleep here tonight. Should I call your parents? They’re probably worried if they heard you leave.”

“They’re not home. Haven’t been in months.” Jonathan saw something flash across his mom’s face before she was hauling Steve up, hugging him tightly before leading him to Will’s room.

Will was staring at where Steve had been sitting.

“Did he say, months?”

“Nancy told me his parents are hardly ever home.”

“I always hated Richard Harrington.” Joyce was back, ripping into a new pack of cigarettes, lighting one up. “You know, Hopper beat the crap out of him once. We were at a party, out by Lovers’ Lake, end of the school year. And Harrington was just, he had this way of talking like he was the only person with something important to say. Hopper just, he was so calm, he put out his cigarette, and punched him in the face.”

Will had one hand over his mouth. Jonathan was trying not to laugh.

“Don’t tell Hop I told you that.”

They all went back to bed slowly, Joyce checking on Steve before she turned in.

He was flopped on Will’s bed like he had fallen on top of it and fallen right asleep.

She covered him with a spare blanket.

-

He was still asleep well into the next afternoon, and had barely moved when evening came about.

“Are we sure he’s not dead?” Joyce threw Jonathan a look.

“He looked like he hadn’t slept in years, poor boy. Probably keeps himself awake for days on end and then just, passes out like this.”

They were cleaning up dinner when he finally stumbled into the sitting room, hair messy and eyes bleary.

Joyce shepherded him to the kitchen table, to a plate of leftovers.

He wolfed everything down, eating like a complete pig, his cheeks bulging.

“How are you feeling?”

“Like a human.”

He finally looked like a human, the color returning to his cheeks a bit. Joyce took a deep breath.

“What happened, last night?”

Steve stared down at his fork, turning it over in his hands.

“That happens sometimes.”

“You said that, you said it’s like you black out.” He clenched his jaw. “I’m worried about you.”

He smiled at Joyce a real charming smile that probably worked on the girls he flirted with and the fancy people he schmoozed at the country club.

“I’m okay, Mrs. Byers. I’m managing.” She scoffed, fixing him with a challenging stare.

“It’s alright if you’re struggling, I mean, we all-”

“Yeah, but you guys have really been affected by this shit. I’m just on the periphery.”

“Steve, Nancy and I would’ve died that night if you weren’t there.” Steve couldn’t look Jonathan in the eye. “And Dustin said you got all the kids out of the tunnels. You’re not just on the periphery, and I mean, saving lives like that probably weighs on you.”

Steve shook his head. He had a white-knuckled grip on his fork.

“It’s shitty for everyone. It doesn’t have to be worse for us than it is for you.” Steve bit his lip at Joyce’s calm tone.

“But it, it is.” And oh God, Steve was fucking crying, was sitting with his head down, hair over his face, shoulders tight and shaking. Crying. “I’m sorry.”

Joyce’s chair scraped on the ground as she moved to pull Steve into a tight hug.

“It’s okay. We’re here for you, Sweetheart.”

She let him cry into her sweater until his tears had more or less subsided.

“You’re always welcome here. If you’re feeling overwhelmed, or just lonely.”

“Shouldn’t say that. If I came here every time I was lonely you’d never be rid of me.”

Joyce just shook her head.

“Point still stands.”

-

Steve was sitting low in the passenger seat as Jonathan drove him home.

“I’m sorry.” Steve had been apologizing a lot after his breakdown.

“It’s okay, man.”

“No, I mean, like, I’m sorry. Like for everything. For, for how I treated you growing up, and , and that fight-”

“Steve, you’ve already apologized for this.” He had, shortly after the first Upside Down incursion.

“I know but, I mean it.” Jonathan just squeezed his shoulder with one hand, idling outside Steve’s house.

“You gonna be okay?” Steve looked at his house, sighing heavily.

“Can I get back to you on that one?” He smiled weakly at Jonathan, but it was an actual smile.

He took his bat with him into his house, waving at Jonathan from his front porch.

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Hey lovely, for the song prompts can you do #4 with Bucky or Sebastian Stan??? Love you!!!❤❤

author’s note || hi, love!! thank you for sending in a request ;) Also, girl, prepare for the a n g s t!

prompt || “does she love you better than I can?”

warnings || hella angst, sadness, unrequited love, not happy ending

You sucked in a breath as the pretty invite postcard with elaborate gold writing. You honestly didn’t think you would be given an invitation considering that you and Bucky had a past.

You are invited to: Mr. and Mrs. Barnes Wedding!

You looked over to see your dog, Dodger, wagging his tail blissfully happy that you’re home for the day. You scratch behind his ear and coo at him, telling him how much of a good boy he is, which only makes his tail wagging intensify. 

You look back at the invitation, and a sigh leaves your lips. You know you’ve moved on, you’ve been quite happy with being single. You’ve discovered new things about yourself and found how resilient you were. 

You had gone into outer space, joining in with the Guardians of the Galaxy on their quests. You’ve seen all kinds of aliens—even fallen in love with a few. You’ve seen vast oceans and trees and land on different planets, which enabled you to help find yourself.

You knew the two of you weren’t in a healthy relationship. You knew it was only a matter of time until Bucky had let you go. You remember the day he left you, the day he left for the other woman. You knew you couldn’t blame him. She was vastly different from yours and Bucky’s relationship.

“Does she love you better than I can?”

His eyes immediately latch onto yours; he stared deeply into your eyes as he chewed his lip.

“I still care for you-”

You held up your hand, a few tears falling down your face. You had gotten off of his sofa by this point, ready to bolt out the door. 

“But you don’t love me anymore, and I’m okay with that, but don’t you dare hide the fact that you love her by saying you care for me still. That’s not fair.”

“y/n-”

This time you turned to look at him with pleading eyes, which made him halt his sentence. He closed his eyes at the pain he was feeling in his heart. He knew he needed to let you go, but he didn’t want to. You were there when he needed somebody the most. You were there when nobody else was.

He didn’t want to let go of what he used to love and what got him through tough times, but he also knew that he was hurting you. He knew that if he kept you, he would only cause more hurt and pain.

“I love you, Bucky. It will probably take me a long time to move on, but it’s for the best. I need to find myself again.”

It felt as if you slipped right out of his fingers just then. He knew that you would never come back; you may never even see him again.

~

To say the wedding was uncomfortable to you was an understatement. What was weird was the fact that these were the wedding colors and decorations that you told Bucky you wanted. They were a pair of your two favorite colors with patterns of your favorite flowers.

You were very and quite frankly confused. Why were your favorite colors everywhere? And why was this the exact wedding you planned with Bucky all those years ago?

Even the arch that was large and extravagant, you had also planned with bucky one night. It was covered in another one of your favorite flowers that followed the rest of the pattern. 

You were seated next to Natasha as she intertwined her fingers with hers. She squeezed slightly while your face was concealed with a sad smile. 

“You doing okay?”

You just kind of shrugged towards her, your eyes slowly leading its way towards the groom’s area.

“As best as I can be when it looks like it’s my dream wedding.”

Natasha could only look towards you with sorrowful eyes; she knew she wouldn’t be much help. She didn’t know what to do in this situation. Since you had come back to Earth, Bucky has been doubting his relationship and realized that he was still unbearably in love with you. He’s been trying to break off the wedding ever since but he still cared for his girlfriend. Right now, Nat wanted now more than ever to tell you what’s going on in his head, but it was never her place to say. It was Bucky’s responsibility to tell you himself.

About 30 minutes later, there’s still no sign of the bride or groom, and you could tell the people around you were starting to get impatient. You were a bit startled by Steve coming up to you, in a dashing tux.

“Y/n, could you come here for a second?”

You only nod and get up from your seat, a few of the guests looking at you weirdly. You follow Steve as he goes to the Groom’s side of the chapel, and now you were very confused. He softly knocked on the door in front of him.

“Steve, I don’t want to see you.”

You turn towards Steve with your eyebrow raised, but you gave up. You needed closure yourself. Your breakup wasn’t ever really the closure that you wanted. You now knew his intentions of bringing you in here.

“It’s not Steve.”

You couldn’t even register what happened until you were standing right in front of your ex, Bucky. He had immediately opened the door and pulled you in as fast as you could. When he had sent the invention, he honestly didn’t think you would come. However, he had a small tiny bit of hope that you would.

A blush was lifted onto his cheeks as he got a full look at you. You were in a pastel pink dress that flowed around your legs, and your hair styled perfectly, the way that you had always styled it when Bucky took you on fancy dates. 

“y/n…”

He honestly couldn’t believe that you were standing right in front of him.

“What’s going on, Bucky?”

A sigh escaped his lungs, and his eyes met yours, flicking between the two trying to figure out what to sat to you.

“I miss you. I miss you so much. I thought that she was the one, you know? Our relationship was so unhealthy, but I now realize that I was never in love with her. I just wanted something new.”

A gasp left your lips, and you pulled back a little bit, not expecting him to be spilling this all out to you. Notably, on his wedding day of all days. When was he going to tell you this if you hadn’t come? On his four year anniversary?

“Bucky-”

“I’m not finished. I know this is late, but I realized that I want to try with you. Even if we have to start at square one, I’ll do anything for you. Runaway with me.”

Now you were practically almost out the door as anger surged through your body. You had cried over him; your heart had hurt every time you saw a picture on his Instagram. You had held yourself high and mighty from years and years of heartbreak.

Now, you had gotten over him and even have had a few lovers yourself. After all these years, he suddenly wants you again?

A scowl never left your face as you stared at the groom before you. “I had come to terms that I would always love you. You will always be in my heart Bucky.”

He looked at you with a hopeful stare, he was hoping the two of you could just run off together and into the sunset.

“But I’m not in love with you anymore. I cried, hurt, and felt sorrowful for years, Bucky. I had finally found myself when I moved on, and I felt free for the first time in my life. You are the love of my life, but really? On your wedding day?”

You shook your head and stared down as tears had fallen onto his cheeks. “I cannot be yours, Bucky.”

You didn’t even spare him a second look, which you knew was a sad one, as you walked out the door and back into the chapel. You sat back in your seat near the front, looking straight head to wait for the wedding to start.

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Trophy Chapter Seven

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Warnings: Adult situations +18, Smut ,Dub con, Coercive behavior, Daddy kink, Threats of violence, Masturbation, Swearing

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Trophy Chapter Seven

Henry sat behind his desk he was annoyed, you could tell by the way he sat shoulders, neck and jaw twitching every now and then, he was wound tight. The power radiating from him cast waves across the space leaving the air thick, yet behind it was something else, something that was echoing across the room each time he cast his gaze to you. He sent smirks to you when he caught you stealing glances at him. Feeling his glances linger you faltered scanning the same line of your book for what seemed the hundredth, willing yourself not to look at him not to give him a reason to approach you. You wanted to be left alone with your thoughts sighing you tucked your feet up on the sofa cringing you huffed as your bare ass pulled on the leather...You just knew you was leaving marks...The knowledge made you curl up tighter tucking your skirt under yourself shielding your center from His glances. You couldn't concentrate, to many things had happened already today and to many thoughts ran around inside your head. You could kick yourself ,was it right? You'd sold yourself to the devil...For what? You looked him over taking in the way his shoulders tensed as he moved pulling a slim tablet from his desk flicking open the stand connecting it to a wireless keyboard. Was this the plan all along...For him to back you into a corner like this, to make you hand yourself over willingly?  To resign yourself to staying with him. Trapping yourself in this house forever...To protect a fantasy of what could have been? A man who you started imagining a future with...An agent... A liar. You heaved a deep sigh moving a hand to swipe at your eyes then pinched the bridge of your nose dropping the book to your knees that were firmly tucked below your chin. Your emotions finally catching up with you. Tears were quickly forming in your eyes. It could have been a ruse, a cruel ploy to use as cover. Had it? It had felt so natural, so pure. Like you could have had it all but was it real?... Or did Stephan think you knew something was you just part of the job?.... You looked over to Henry he had said the day you got here that Stephan was using you... At the time you just thought it was the mans madness talking but now?...He could have been right...As far as things stood at the moment Henry had done many things to you...But he had not lied to you. Did he know all along? was he in some fucked up way trying to help you?. Could he possibly love you as he said he did?. Is he just acting now? Playing along? it was entirely possible Henry was a smart man. There was no doubt about that, you don't get to were he is being an idiot...And  it was convenient that everything was in  his favor that he was coming out on top again... You shook your head, they were some very dangerous thoughts. You felt him look at you again and he sighed at you watching tears fall landing on the pages open in front of you. He just rose out of his seat moving ,opening the door letting in Kal who had been waiting dutifully out side the door.

"Go see your mother" you blinked not quite understanding but soon realized he had been speaking to Kal as the dog jumped up on to the sofa beside you nudging the book from your hands to the floor. Henry moved collecting the hardback copy of Tolkien's Hobbit placing in on the small side table by you. He smiled as Kal stealthily made himself comfy on your lap, making you uncurl to accommodate him lathering you with kisses. Henry moved his hand ruffling the bears ears praising him"Good boy, you sit there and protect your mother hmm?...He is definetly taken with you, my fully trained gaurd dog becomes a soppy puppy around you" you smiled a little scratching Kals chin, Henry crouched down looking at you moving to pat your hip

"...Pet? try not to think to much...You have no need to be sad my love, now is a time for us to...move past everything to look forward to our future... I'm going to keep my word as long as you keep yours. Now try and cheer up for me" you forced a smile at him then let your face drop again. He sighed deciding to give you time to yourself then made his way across the office to his seat again. You whined digging your fingers into the dogs thick fur pressing your face into his neck as he rested his chin on your shoulder panting happily as you continued to cuddle the massive fluff ball. You closed your eyes it was pathetic that you'd throw away everything to protect the first man to ever show you attention. But what was done is done. There was no way Henry would ever let you back track, and if you did you knew for certain that you'd be wholey responsible for Stephan's demise. And to make matters worse in the middle of your confused despair you now had to face the man who had started all this, who had betrayed you. Fletcher who had set you up to be kidnapped. With no idea as to what would happen to you, or you'd like to think he had no idea but you doubted it. You turned your head resting the side of our face into the dog sniffling trying hard not to cry, this time with anger. You shook sitting silent,  you didn't want to attract the mobsters attention any more than you had. You could feel him getting worse feeling him seeth to himself as he tapped away at the tablet every few seconds cursing under his breath. You moved back leaning back as Kal followed your movements to lounge across you getting watching the door.

Finally after the longest hour of your life there was a timid knock on the door then a nasally voice you knew all to well.

"Oh he hasn't answerd must be busy-" you heard a thump as if someone had been slammed against the door.

"Get your ass in here fletcher!"  You jumped making Kal nudge your hand as if to say keep petting me. The good boy was helping with your anxiety over the whole situation. Your attention was brought back to Henry as he spoke his tone was dark, cool and calculated. He looked high and mighty, smug as he sat taller a lopsided grin upon his face he winked in your direction making you blink slowly this was business and he was most definitely the boss. Slowly the door opened and your ex-employer came in,the usually tall confident man was hunched forward trying to look as insignificant as possible. Nervous and flighty, he didn't want to be here and you couldn't blame him, hell you didn't want to be here. Henry raised a brow to the door left wide open making Fletcher turn sharply and close it you jumped closing your eyes tight as it slammed beside you prompting another nudge from Kal who was covering you leaning across you trying to be a wall between you ad the other male. The terrified man stood still then, took a few steps in the room as he quickly began stammering apologies to Henry which he rolled his eyes at and held a hand up .Stop. Fletcher moved forward with a forced smile and sat down in front of the desk twisting his hands.

"S-so Mr Cavill.....I erm wh-what did you need to talk to me about?"

"Get up"  Fletcher tilted his head as Henry leaned back in his chair placing his forearms on the arms of the chair taking a relaxed pose

"Wha-why?" Fletcher asked but soon moved when Henry's blues turned icey

"Did I stutter? Get. Up." Fletcher jumped leaping out of the chair as Henry's voice was sharp and foreboding. Fidgeting with his hands Fletcher took a a deep shaking breath and looked about ready to piss himself. Henry moved slowly closing the kickstand on the back of the tablet casually with a flick of his wrist, moving to place it and the keyboard in the drawer he had got it from. He looked up through his lashes at the man.

"You see Fletcher...This is the problem we have.....You make decisions....The wrong decisions and then you try to back track." Fletcher looked at Henry and swallowed.

"You are to do as your told and nothing more, things are going to change, your not going to make a move, decide anything talk to anyone your not even going to take a shit without my fucking say so is that fucking clear?" Fletcher moved forward wide eyed at the implications.

"But-Henr.....Mr Cavill I didn't say anything,  I just gave him the trail you .Gave me...That’s all!....I swear....I'd never betray you like that we're friends" Henry laughed loud at him then fixed  to coward before him with a stern look.

"Friends?...You think we are ...Friends?....Sure. I may have kept you out of prison which; you paid me for and I agreed to the loans... We drank together what once? Twice?...I may have even wiped your debt with our last little deal...." Henry's eyes swiped over you for a second his haze turning hungry for a moment then returned to the quivering man before him.

"But I am not your friend...I don't have friends...It was business....You are a pathetic little man who bit off more then he could chew. Now be a good boy and tell me What did he tell you? Was there anything that seemed strange about him? Anything at all think back.." Fletcher furrowed his brow confused and shook his head.

"I don't understand he was just an immigrant-"

"He used a false identity... Did you do a background check on him?" It was a test. Henry knew Fletcher didn't check him out, he couldn't have.For an agent the kid hadn't covered his tracks very well he practically popped up out of thin air. But Henry was more interested in whether Fletcher would lie to him, he needed to know how close of an eye to keep on him .Fletcher however went a deathly shade of pale, he hadn't known about Stephan.

"I-I don't... I don't know ...He seemed to check out when I hired him-" Henry slammed his fist down making you whimper into Kal’s fur closing your eyes.

"YOU GOT SOME FUCKING BALLS TO SIT IN MY HOME, IN MY FUCKING OFFICE AND LIE RIGHT TO MY FACE!! YOU DIDN'T EVEN CHECK HIM DID YOU?" Fletcher let out a little yelp taking a step back and shook as he nodded.

"Y-your right I'm s-sorry ple-please I rushed him through, I knew I-I didn't have long to replace Y/n...But I swear I didn't know, you have to believe me...He is just a boy...You said so yourself! A boy who doesn't know his place!.A silly little shit who thinks he is in love, or that's what I thought. That maybe he will give up after he realized Y/n wasn't the only place to get his dick wet....I mean she didn't look like she'd be the best fuck in the world you know?" Henry glowered at him the room got colder. Bad move. Henry was jumping down his throat before you even had the chance to be offended.

"Excuse me? What the fuck did you just say about MY woman? You wanna run that one past me again?...Well? come on don't hold back now tell me what you think of her... Oh you haven't got the balls now have you? Let me tell you something you sniveling little cunt you ever disrespect her again and I will personally cut that sorry excuse for a prick right from between your little chicken shit legs and choke you to death with it understand? you keep your fucking mouth shut if you know whats good for you!" stupidly enough you couldn't help the smile or small flutters in your chest as you heard this dangerous man defend you so quickly, even if it was murder...Something about it made you special? dare you say cared for? Fletcher shook realizing his mistake to late.

"Yo-Your woman?....I'm so-sorry Mr Cavill I didn't know you had taken her for yourself...Ple-Please forgive me I didn't mean-" Henry growled waving him off if he let the man continue to grovel then they would be here all fucking day. He sighed rolling his eyes before continuing.

"One check...One five minuet check and you could have avoided this fucking mess...There is no Stephan clermont...I’m pretty sure he was a fucking agent, we are not sure what branch.. You let an agent into your fucking cafe! Fuck knows what he has seen and heard because you didn't screen him properly..."

"H-he was a what? Oh fuck oh fuck! Mr Cavill? I'm sorry I am so sorry please..I-I didn't know! You have to believe me!" The poor man all but got on his hands and knees,pleading with the kingpin opposite him. He was trembling as the gravity of the situation dawned on him. Henry sat back keeping silent, he wanted to make the man squirm for a few moments, he thrived of the terror permeating the room.Finally he moved forward tilting his head sighing.

"However it has worked in my...Our favor....Hasn't it little one?" You shrunk into Kal as Fletcher looked at you shocked seeing you sitting by the door on the huge leather sofa,you scowled at him wanting desperately to launch the book in your hands at him, to scream and shout attack him even.

"Y/n? Yo-your okay? Thank god I was so worried- I was sure Henry wasn't going too hurt you...But there was still a doubt...But he hasn't and your here!" you stood up seeing red, Fletcher flinched as Kal strode past him looking at him warily. A part of you wanted Kal to take a bite but you didn't want to see him turn like that, he was the only one you trusted not to hurt you in this house. Tears blurred your eyes as you struggled to temper your anger.Worried?How dare he! How fucking dare he say that to you! Your stomach clenched as you finally registered his words. But before you had any time to think it over you was already screaming at him. Henry slowly pushed himself out from the desk waiting for the blow up about to happen.

"BULLSHIT! BULL-SHIT YOU WASN'T WORRIED AT ALL!  YOU CUNT YOU FUCKING SET ME UP, USED ME AS SOME FUCKING BARGAINING CHIP FOR WHAT?" You screamed at him moving across the small space towards him spitting out your words, you didn't notice Henry move to focused on the man in front of you as you gained on him as he shuffled back nearly tripping over the chair beside him.

"I TRUSTED YOU! WHAT DID YOU GET? WHAT DID HE FUCKING GIVE YOU HUH? TELL ME FLETCHER JUST WHAT WAS I WORTH?" He took another step back unprepared for your out burst he stumbled back. You cried as your anger overwhelmed you Henry bypassed him capturing your arms in his hands pressing you back with little effort. Standing between you and Fletcher, his massive frame concealed him, a huge wall of sculpted muscle. You frowned up at Henry for a second only to twist your head to the side around him and carried on screaming at the sleazeball cowering behind him.

"DID YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT WAS GOING TO HAPPEN TO ME?! TELL ME DAMNIT!" You cried as Henry quickly pulled you away from the man you struggle feebly as you was directed away from the man you wanted to claw at.

"I thought you were going to be safe! I was sure Henr-Mr Cavill wouldn't put you in the circuit in town-" You fumed crying torn between anger and despair. Henry finally moved sitting back down holding your heaving form flush against him making you lean his hand resting across your abdomen he moved kissing your hair. He rocked you slightly the caring gesture seemed to flip a switch as you immediately crumbled into his chest, your nerves were shot and you had just about enough. You gave in to the need for comfort, wanting someone to hold as the days rollacoaster finally caught up with you. You moved turning shifting on his lap tucking yourself into him sobbing, clutching and twisting at his shirt. Henry adjusted his hold on you, cupping your legs  and widening his own to support you more comfortably.

"I ha-hate you...Why?...Why did yo-you do this?....." ��you brought a hand up to your face wiping away the tears looking up at Henry completely lost falling apart at the seams, you looked at him in that moment for answers. For reasons and reassurance.

"There is a fine line between love and hate, hasn't anyone ever told you that pet?" He smiled when you looked at him confused then sobbed he pulled your face to his chest again.

"What did I do to deserve this?" You whined against him ,loosing yourself into something you still didn't understand yet. Henry smirked feeling you give in. He just began shushing you and rubbing your back soothing you, his eyes on Fletcher the whole time. Fletcher watched in fear seeing first hand just what this man's cruelty truly was, how he had gotten under your skin and manipulated you, twisted you into doing exactly what he wanted. How he can redesign and remold anyone to suit his own ends. And that was his strength. That was the secret to his power Henry was a silver tongue and master at mind games. He made the game and everyone around him was playing it whether they knew it or not. Fletcher gulped he knew he wasn't going to walk away from this,  there was no escape you cannot outsmart this man. You cannot win against the devil himself.

To anyone in that moment Henry looked like the cat who'd caught the canary.A king sitting on his golden throne with his little sacrifice curled up in his lap. So pleased with himself and how things were playing out as he allowed you to wrap yourself around him willingly as you wept into his chest. Fletcher could see through the veneer for the first time and what he saw terrified him. Just what had he gotten himself into? And more importantly how was he going to get out of it?

Henry moved slowly whispering into your neck as he tilted his head down.

"Shh love thats enough....shh shh its okay your okay I'm here....Thats it good girl..... No need to get yourself so worked up...what's done is done and we can all put it behind us....." he finished with a chaste kiss to your neck , you could feel how Fletcher was uncomfortable as Henry worked on your neck slowly sucking making you gasp and wriggle as he dug his teeth in determined to make a show for the other male. He smirked against your neck as you whined, one of his hands had slid up under your skirt digging his fingers into the raised welts from yesterday,you flush as you jolted you hips to escape his hand. You felt ashamed as you  enjoyed the thick thighs below you rubbing across your ass even if it did sting, you have almost no control as his words relaxed you. Letting you melt into him closing your eyes giving yourself into his soothing tone.

Henry finally looked up at Fletcher through his lashes mouth still hovering at your neck he pulled back with a parting kiss, he moved his arms to wrap around you as he felt you settle into him completely relaxed , you had past the point of panic and simple stayed there soaking up what ever comfort he was willing to give you. Chuckling he grinned knowingly across the desk he knew the man across from him was panicking, that he had clicked that Henry was much more then he appeared and that letting him get away with this wasn't an option.

Well man? He was a little weasel- a little weasel that had owed him big time, tax avoidance wasn't the biggest thing Henry could help cover up usually he didn't bother but Fletcher was desperate when he came to him begging for his help. Two businesses and seventeen years worth of dodging the tax man ,national insurance pensions you name it he wasn't paying finding loopholes and then it had all caught up to him. It was enough to make anyone desperate when the tax man started asking too many questions, if he went down he wouldn't get out of prison at his age. So Henry decided to help, he needed to start somewhere in the new town and it was a piece of piss. He helped arranging everything, saving Fletcher's ass but it had come with a hefty price tag. Fletcher was getting brave after nearly a few months, out right refusing to pay him back. That is what prompted his visit to the crappy cafe, if he asked you probably wouldn't remember serving him or chatting to him but he did. He spent the days and weeks after obsessing over you, he was unsure how to go about seeing you he didn't want to leave anything to chance. He wanted you. He wanted to feel that peace that you caused in him, you were his refuge, his little piece of normality. It wasn't until the second visit to Fletcher that he had made a deal.It was simple, Fletcher had pleaded with him making promise after promise, first of money then assets, use of the cafe; which Henry had already been doing for smaller deals but then he finally offered something Henry actually wanted. You. He offered you as his payment saying that your were pretty enough and would make him a lot of money in the prostitution ring he had in town. He remembered that moment, he was filled with unadulterated rage and pure joy all at once. The mere thought of you being used in such a way made him want to step back and let his boys do their thing, yet he couldn't for the life of him let the opportunity pass.He was also frightened for you, the fact Fletcher was willing to sell you into that kind of life was to much of a risk, what if he sold you to someone else? And they did force you into that life?. No absolutely not he had to save you. Protect you. So he accepted.You for his debt. It was decided that you would keep working at the cafe for the time being.... With higher pay and better conditions, he couldn't have his woman struggling could he?.

He had got everything ready at that point he was going to become a regular customer and try to wrangle a date that way, yet when he visited you were never out front always in the kitchen. So he moved to his second plan the long game becoming your landlord and bumping into you as he visited the building...He would play himself of as a relative of one of the residents. It was the perfect plan he would have then have access to your building and apartment,have all security footage of you coming and going so he would know when to pop in he was going to up the security and such too. He could make it impossible for you to ignore him. Once you were going steady he would rocket the rent forcing you to move out....And in with him.That was the plan you'd have been content came to him willingly! thinking it was all meant to be just as much as him! You'd have fallen so in love with him all on your own!. All Fletcher had to do was keep you occupied for a few months as he bought your building. It wasn't a big ask really.Instead he had made you unknowingly train up your replacement. Stephen who he now knew had been posing as some danish pratt and HE had tricked you! quickly wooing you into a date.

"Fletcher...keep your eyes open for Stephan...I want him found...He gets in touch with you you tell me" he nodded quickly sensing this meeting was going to be wrapped up soon. You wriggled against Henry pulling yourself  out of your safe space still desperate for answers.

"No! Tell me what happened?" You struggled as Henry brought his arms around you tighter grunting in your ear.

"Enough my love!...That is enough...Like I have told you its in the past! Unless you are already backtracking on our little deal?" You froze twisting to look up at him, his voice was calm but firm and sliced past your ear in hot breaths. You shook.

"No!-no I'm not...I just want to know...I need to know why? Why he did this? Please...." Henry sighed looking at you for a few seconds then to Fletcher who was literally shaking on the spot.

"Leave...As far as we are concerned you now fucking owe me again...Same as before my boys will be there to collect on Thursdays as usual and I will be watching you, you fuck up again and its over for you we clear?" He took a step forward gasping motioning to you.

"B-BUT I PAID IT OFF...YO-YOU  GOT HER DIDN'T YOU!?" You froze as you got your answer. A debt. You were just a debt? Money... you thought he'd at least sell you of for something less common then  money. You sat shell shocked not really sure why you expected it to be over something else but hearing him say it so freely made you, you wasn't sure hurt? Insulted even. Your thoughts were cut short a Henry replied confirming what you'd just heard.

"Yes your right I do have her... And she has agreed to stay here with me of her own free will" he kissed your temple and chuckled but quickly snarled as Fletcher turned on you.

"YOU LITTLE USELESS CUNT! DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU'VE DONE?" You jumped and cowered sliding back grasping Henry's hand for comfort as Fletcher moved forward arms raised as if you try and grab you. For a second you panicked that he would and held onto Henry tighter. It was then that Kal crept from beside the desk growling his heckles raising looking frightening as he stood tall staring at the frantic man. Henry moved you to one leg hushing you, he was pleased you wasn't facing him as he couldn't help the triumphant smile as he realized he was your safety net, it was a tiny move but in the right direction. You wanted him to protect you and he wouldn't disappoint. He turned from you and growled low you pushed in to his chest your breath picking up as he looped an arm stroking your hip in small circles as he leaned forward pulling open a drawer next you heard as a click of a gun being cocked.

Instantly Fletcher's new found confidence dwindled and he stood back.

"I'd advise you not to talk to my woman like that, you'll find I'm not very patient when it comes to things like that. You ever raise your voice to her again and it'll be the last thing you'll ever fucking do...Your useless do you understand?...Expendable...And remember its you who fucked up big time...You who caused all this....I don't know weather your worth all the fuss....and I have to ask myself weather you are worth the risk? I mean where does this leave you?.....Bar from finding Stephan your fucking useless now and to be honest I don't think he is going to contact you again...And you royally fucked up,  you let an agent in your business, he knows what you've been doing...or more importantly what you haven't been doing...He also knows that you have ties with me and my...Associates and also thinks that you helped aid me in kidnapping...And that brings us full circle really, now I'm going to have to watch you. Have my men protect your business have the police and judge on my payroll find ways to overlook your cock ups all over again...Its only fair that you compensate me for all my hard work...Or I could end it right here..." Henry moved the gun higher aiming it at the quivering man before him, he was making a show wanting you to see he would never ever let anyone disrespect you or frighten you. He wanted you to know he was the boss and was here for you, that you could run to him and he would always protect you. He wanted to convey so much here and now but as he looked down at you he saw terror...You wasn't ready to see this side of business...You shivered turning to face him noticing his pause, he tilted his head and shushed you kissing your lips softly you closed your eyes tight and moved your hands clutching at his shirt. He sighed looking back up.

"But...I don't want to frighten my little one here...shes had a trying day already so you'll just have to settle for the Vonnie brothers have a go they are back this afternoon." He moved  tilting his hand with the gun checking his watch smirking, as the man tried to move out of the way.

"Two hours? you know what they are like messy brutal but they do get things done...And they do enjoy squealers you definitely fit that bill...Or you can go back the how it was before, nice and simple...so what will it be?" Fletcher just looked between the two of you and nodded.

"I-I will pay... I will tell you if he contacts me or I notice anything" Henry chuckled darkly at that watching in amusement as the man before him slumped looking to the floor giving up the fight defeated. Henry was a snake, you were within his coils before you realized what was happening and then once you were trapped like a rat that is when he decided to strike.

"That’s what I thought. Now fuck off"

within seconds the door shut and you were left in the office with him alone. Still placed on his lap you let out a breath you didn't know you was holding. he shifted you you face him knees spread around his waist ad he pulled you flush against him running his heavy palms up and down your thighs making you tense.

"Apart from your little outburst I am very please with you, such a good girl for daddy aren't you?" You blinked at him then looked to the door again.

"Are you gonna hurt him? When all this is over I mean?" Henry sighed his breath moving your hair.

"That doesn't concern you little one..If you start becoming to nosy I will have no choice but to correct you... You may have agreed to stay but that does not mean your free to do as you please, daddy is still very much in charge and will still spank you when your misbehaving...do you understand little girl?..." You just sighed sniffling you was tired to tired to even try and argue knowing that it would be futile you wasn't going to get any answers from him.

"Do you understand?"

"Yes Daddy"

It had been a week since Fletcher had visited. One week since you’d made the deal and one week days since Stephan had disappeared. You hadn't really been around Henry to ,much over the past week he had lots of meetings and phone calls. From What you could gather he had began changing locations and combing through his empire searching for bugs and stuff. You wasn't sure on details he caught you at the door once and that had swiftly ended with you over his knee in the office being spanked into hysterics then being stood in the corner pinning a penny to the wall with your nose holding your skirt up so he could 'admire his handy work'. You cringed at the memory your bottom tensing at the thought. Apart from that you don't really see him which is a god send in a way he was also to preoccupied with other things to touch you to much. You mainly saw him in the morning and evenings. Hearing raised voices from the office just beyond the sitting room. Henry was shouting at Luke again. No one knew where Stephan was but from what you over heard they had wheedled out another undercover agent, you wasn't sure what happened but Henry seemed pleased with himself over it. Suddenly the door opened and Luke staggered past dead on his feet moving down into the garage. You tilted your head to Henry who stood by the door sighing. He looked relaxed very happy...Maybe this was the time to ask him about it...See if they had any idea of where Stephan was...Who he was? over the past week you couldn't shake your doubts about him and the relationship you'd begun to build. the more you thought about it the more questions you had. And the more you began to question your feelings especially about Henry. It was concerning, you found yourself justifying his actions. You was starting to truly Question if he had taken you to protect you from Fletcher...If Fletcher was willing to sell you for his debt things could have been much worse you if you hadn't gone to Henry... You dread to think where you could be now. He also seemed to want to protect you from Stephan who you decided was just using you for cover and would only end up breaking your heart in the end. You blinked at the screen. The other terrifying reality was you had missed him this past week, you were isolated in this house and without Henry around it was really getting to you. It was late in the afternoon and you had spent the day watching films on Netflix in the living room. Trying to ignore the many questionable men and women coming in and out of the office. You looked at him as nudged Kal away and he took a seat beside you on the sofa rolling his sleeves up his arms.

"Hey love...What are you doing?" You moved the tablet showing him the screen coseying up to him below his arm as it settled across your shoulders, you took a deep breath breathing him in then stopped yourself.

"Watching stuff....Can...Can I ask you something?" he raised a brow at you has hand cupping your shoulder and looked down at you taking a deep breath.

"You can but it just because you ask doesn't mean I’m going to answer.." he finished with a grin then looked down at your face noticing how it had dropped as you swiped your your new tablet back to the home screen.

"Come on little one whats on your mind?" you sighed taking a breath. then face him for a second your breath hitched in your throat sometimes his looks just hit you, making your heart begin to jump in your chest you looked down flushing shaking your head going to flick back on your tablet only for him to cover the screen with his huge hand prying it from you.

"Now now don't be like that love, you remember what does daddy say about pouting?" you flushed again knowing exactly what he wanted to hear, you sighed trying to look down and hide yourself only for him to pull your face up again.

"If I don't stop pouting you'll give me something to pout about.." he nodded giving you a gentle kiss on your head.

"Good girl now tell daddy whats going on in that mind of yours" you sighed and twisted facing him fully. and opened your mouth a few times trying to figure out the best way to bring this up, you didn't want to set him off again you steeled yourself swallowing down your anxiety.

"I-I erm...I just wanted to know if..well I was wondering if you knew just wh-who Stephan was yet is all.." his frame grew rigid he blinked then opened his mouth then decided against what he was going to say, his eyes closed and his jaw clenched trying to compose himself. Then his eyes snapped open harsh and burning trapping your own gaze.Oh shit.

"And why would you need to know that little lady? Are you planning something little one?! Tell me your not still hoping he will come and whisk you away from me?! is that what you want?! for him to come and try to rescue you? to fall in love with that lying little rat?! When you have me?! and I finally have you...You are not going anywhere princess your mine or have you forgotten that?!" you tensed gasping as his voice got deeper carrying more weight with each word. You quickly started shaking as he pulled away from you sitting up taller his eyes grew wild as they darted across your form. You swallowed seeing the frantic madness in him coming to the surface, you needed to pacify him and fast. You leaned forward grasping his knee.

"N-No nothing like that I promise...It's just Ive been thinking a lot over this week..." you grew more worried as your words did not have the desired effect. He growled gripping your bicep holding it tight, you didn't wince or pull away you knew he would read to much into it. instead you sat there before him trying desperately to close the can of worms you had just opened.

"NO! Not like that...Please-Please Daddy I don't mean...H-he lied to me and..and he was using me I know what we hav-HAD wasn't real I-I see that now I just wanted to know who he was, Who he worked for to bring it home...For closure...Then I can move on..I don't want to think of him anymore but I cant stop wondering" that seemed to have helped as he took a deep breath his hard eyes softened and he let his grip on your arms loosen making you sigh in relief.

"Yo-You don't want him to come get you? you know he doesn't love you? he doesn't! he can't no one can love you, not as much as i do you know that don't you? that I love you so so much you are my world,Mine the most important thing in my life" you took a slow breath at his desperate words, his views and words still frighten you and these dark turns are still a worry. But you find yourself able to navigate them easier each time he has one. You swear he is schizophrenic or something, tho not as violent as they had been in the beginning they still happen at the slightest of things. you forced what you hoped was a convincing smile ready to butter him up praying to god this next line helps rather then hinders.

"No...I don't want him to come get me...I'm yours Daddy, your little girl...I agreed to stay here..I'm sorry, I just don't want him to haunt me when I'm trying to move on...With you...Ive missed you." It works, you can see in his face how his eyes sparkle and his jaw hangs slack suddenly your pulled in tight his arms caging you to his massive frame.

"Oh baby girl...Daddy is sorry...I'm so sorry I snapped at you I should have known!.. My precious little one! of course your finding it hard to move on...That boy has really messed with your head huh? tricking you like he did, leading you on...Your okay now I promise I won't let him hurt you ever again" he moved back cupping your face in both hands then kissed your cheeks his gaze was calm full of understanding and wonder. you sighed nodding to him know full well that it was best to agree. he tugged you up onto his thighs with a soft grunt puling you forward, you put your weight on your knees either side of him hovering lightly thee skirt you wore offering no protection from him what so ever. if he noticed your hesitance he didn't comment on it to wrapped up in himself as he tugged you closer making you gasp as your center came into contact with his bulge. You hissed whining as he pressed you harder onto him chuckling making him smile.

"Oh Sweetheart I know...I've missed you two but daddy is doing everything he can so we can stay together...I love you little one and as much as it pains me to be apart from you I do still have an empire to run hmm?" you blushed as he groaned a little moving you by your hips making you rock onto him.

"But fuck baby girl your so hot...I can feel you through my trousers" You gasped clutching his arms trying to make him stop as he let his head fall back bucking up into you coming to life below you. He laughed moving your skirt up your thighs making it rest high and shuffled down leaning back on the soft cushions tugging you down onto his chest by your wrists. He spread his thighs wider the with the sole purpose to force your legs to part further your body slide down his erection now pressing into your lower tummy. Once he had you laid across him he hummed into your ear holding you close before slowly letting a hand slither down your back sliding over your ass and cup the apex of your spread thighs below you. You tensed as he did this trying to pull yourself up.

"Ah Ah shh shh that's it baby don't worry Daddies got you...I wont let you fall love...Oh I know I know princess." you whined as he moved his fingers slowly over you grazing the pads of his fingers across your lips teasing the delicate flesh making you look around the room making sure no one was going to walk in on you. He sighed watching you for a few seconds then tilted your head to him.

"Hey eyes here pet...that's it...I'm sorry I haven't been around but luckily everything is now sorted out and we can spend our days together again...No no look at me princess...that's it good girl" you arched up as his fingers wandered forward capturing your clit in two fingers pulling and rolling it until making your walls flutter to life rocking down and forward unsure if you was trying to dislodge him or move him into a different pattern. he smiled tilting his hand so his thumb ran across your slit as he continued to manipulate your little bud. You twitched trying in vain to close your legs. but your thighs were no match for his as he held firm using one hand to gather your hair tucking it behind your ears as you bit your lip rocking against his wicked hand feeling you coat his thumb as he smeared it across you.

"Ah-AAHH F-fucK! PLease..pleEASE DA-oh god" you closed your eyes as he worked you up into a frenzy your cried gasping choking on air. Pressing the side of your face to his chest panting as he tilted his hand quickly rewarding your weeping center with two thick fingers knuckle deep holding them still. Groaning as your heat swallowed him rippling around him smiling he just kissed the top of your head, you quivered over him panting out small breathy whines. He got to work bringing his other hand to one of your thighs rolling the soft flesh massaging you as he scissored his fingers back and forth inside you. Then he began dragging them in and out making sure to open you up as far as he could with the digits, changing his angle slightly each time pressing on different nerves. You jumped yelping as the pads of his finger tips skimmed the soft patch of nerves that he has become accustom to stroking. He grunted winding his free arm around your waist  then used as much strength as he could, pinning your torso to his own need then quickly started pounding his fingers into that tiny spot of nerves bouncing you faster and faster making your tummy rub him through his own clothes sighed and grunting he started bucking his hips up to you. He hissed closing his eyes concentrating on the sounds you made, from the smallest of gasps as your breath got stuck in your throat to the louder more erotic moans and cries that his fingers forced out of you. He groaned louder joining you making your own duet of lustful cries. he hissed as he tensed his arms your tummy trapping his head between your torsos he moved his wrist hearing the wet slaps of his hand against you in a furious rhythm, definitely ready for another. he added a third finger and began curling them making you arch almost painfully tensing your legs trying to wriggle away from him when they pressed harder and harder to your weak spot.

"AHH UGHFUH-FUCK NOnoOnoOO!...PLease not-NOT HERE PLEASE DADDY!"  he grunted in response a you sat back up only to curl back down into him mouth open over his shirt crying out trembling. Trying to hold your release not wanting to leave any evidence in such a public room in the house. he slowed a little but only for a few short seconds as he moved another finger extending it making every stroke torture as the digit rolled over your taught clit. You clenched trying to hold back but couldn't finally grunting louder than you meant to as you rocked desperately onto his hand tears streaming down your face as your climax made your body cramp , nerves burning and shuddering as he forced you to melt across his hand. panting you  fisted your hands in his shirt shivering whimpering into him trying to catch your breath. he moved his hand away wiping your own release on your back letting it seep through your blouse you blushed and sobbed feeling your own warmth heat your back in puddles.

"Such a good girl...so good for me my love...OH look at all of that hmm? you really have missed me haven't you?..I promise I wont leave you alone this long ever again.." he moved you to sit up with one hand you looked down seeing the clear puddle below you on the floor and sobbed harder shaking your head at him embarrassed.

So wrapped up in your own mortification you hadn't realized what he was doing. his hands crept to his trousers with a few quick tugs ha was free standing tall and proud was quick to guide your hands to his raging erection. you jumped gasping trying to pull away but his grip was tight.

"Shh shh that's it little one...It won't take long here...Just hold it gently like this" he moved your reluctant hand making you grip him at the base then looked at you nodding to your other hand expectantly. You swallowed looking down at him still panting every so often trying to hold your breath. you met his eyes again and he smiled nodding to you.

"Go on...The longer you wait the longer we will be here" you looked down.He was firm and hot in your hand, you could feel his pulse on your palm from the thick veins that climbed across the flesh from root to tip, he was thick your hand felt tiny holding him. Slowly you took a deep breath wanting to get this over with. You just knew he wasn't letting you anywhere with out finishing him off. Moved your other hand to hold him above the other. your reward as a beaming smile. you blinked at him then slowly gave an experimental squeeze making him groan and bring his legs up a little quivering. At first your movements were light, slow then he intervened making one hand grip him tighter moving you faster. Then through his head back praising you closing his eyes.

"Here like thii-OH FUCK!" he swore as you tightened your fist watching your hands as his thick head dripped precum over you hand. It was hard to pull your gaze away forgetting about him as he through his head back moaning loud and grunting into the room. Not willing to miss this he moved his head resting the side of his face on the back of the sofa watching you through half lidded eyes. you blushed when he watched you, not your hands. Your face as you moved faster with both hands. You licked your lip watching his lips form a perfect 'o' then biting his lip as he began moving again thrusting his cock into your palms. You shook your head and paid attention to your hands telling yourself you were watching him to try and see what would help get this over with quicker, but in all honesty you needed a distraction from his handsome fucking face. Watching the way the head of his cock was getting a deeper color going from pink to red and fading fast into purple as you stoked away at him. How his cum came through thicker creamier as you worked it up and down on him. You enjoyed the way he bucking into your hands and clawed at the sofa watching his length slid through your palms finally, just as you thought his crown was going to go blue he swore loud grunting and thrusting into your hands.

"UGH F-FUUUCK YESyesYESFUCK B-BABY DONT STOP! UH UHAAGGH!" his moments through you for a second but you was quick to, on reflex you squeezed him tighter so he wouldn't slip away from your hands making him growl at you as he released across himself. you squeaked as he shot his load drawing a line across your chest making you freeze and cringe. he panted looking to the ceiling in a daze a lazy grin across his lips. You blinked looking around for something to wipe his cum from your top. Before you could move he laughed forcing you to lay down on him again ignoring your protests making you lie flush against him dragging you up to his face as he panted. then moved his face to you neck kissing you.

"Thank you Little one...Daddy really needed that..." you whined against him wanting to run to the shower feeling dirty and sated all in one. he took a deep breath in then stood up slowly on shaking knees cupping your ass then nodded to you.

"Put daddy away and we can go upstairs and have a nice hot bath together...how does that sound baby?" you whined making him raise a brow at you grabbed him quickly but he hissed

"Fuck careful baby you've left daddy sensitive...Play nice...that's it slowly god girl.." slowly you moved his cock tucking it back into place and zipping him up choosing not to delay, the longer it was hanging out the worse you will feel about what just happened and you just wanted to forget the whole thing. he smiled kissing your cheek then moved around the sofa heading up the stairs.

Stephan growled out loud as he walked away from his handlers office. They still said they hadn't got enough evidence on Cavill even with everything he found out about you.or should he say the little he found out about you, you'd been kidnapped by him that much was clear but he couldn't prove it. The closest thing he had to proof was that you hadn't boarded a plane. Coincidentally all cctv of the police station around the time of you and Cavill’s arrival and departure was gone. The paperwork was all gone as he didn't press charges and no arrests were documented on your record , there was no record of his car being impounded either. Someone on the ground as covering for him. Someone high up was on his payroll. So he couldn't help you not only that but his handler was pissed at him, him going off on one had lost them a valuable spot in the investigation he was now benched for a week, stuck on desk duty as punishment for fucking up. He was now to risky to use in the operation and worst of all he couldn't do anything to save you for the time being. He was out unless he could find a rat, someone to double cross Cavill, finding someone that stupid was as rare as hens teeth. So here he was hands tied by bureaucrat bullshit and red tape all because he cared enough to try and find out something, to actually do something!.

He stomped out of the small house being used as the HQ for the sting. And made his way down the road to his new accommodation a cheap b and b on the outskirts of town. Cheap and cheerful and most important of all out of the way.  Threes days....It had been a whole week since he saw you with Henry. The image of you burned into his head. Terrified crying he could see you wanted help and now with how his own investigation had gone down the drain he was afraid that no one not even the collaboration of FBI, CIA and MI5 could save you now, this man. Monster. Was just to cunning, to clean he was ahead of the curve on every aspect and as an agent all he can do for the time being is watch and pray Henry slips up or god only knows what was going to happen to you in the mean time.  

[starshard17]

Roceit | "Don't be Dramatic."

Roceit fic for @aidensm8

Pairing: Romantic(?) Roceit

Summary: Hurt comfort : Takes place after POF : Janus realizes how badly he really messed up and tries to help Roman feel better

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"Oh, Roman, thank god you don't have a mustache. Otherwise, between you and Remus, I wouldn't know who the evil twin is."

Hurtful.

"Thomas... I thought I was your hero..."

"Y-you are!"

Liar.

"Roman. Everything's gonna be okay, kiddo. We love you."

LIARS. The lot of them. Roman thought back on all of their words as he choked on his tears. He had thrown all his valuables to the floor. Some of them even shattered. His artwork was torn off the walls. There were mirror shards spread across the floor, blood dripping off Roman's knuckles and onto the floor. He wiped away his tears.

Some hero he was. No wonder why Thomas didn't view him as the high and mighty prince he used to be.

He heard three sharp knocks on his door and he buried his face in his plush pillows.

"Go away!" Came Roman's muffled yell. He could care less who was at the door, he didn't want to see anyone. He clearly heard the side at the door grunt and knock again.

"Little piggy little piggy. Let me in or I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house down." Came Janus' voice, annoyance clear in his voice.

"Didn't you hear me?! I said go away! I don't wanna talk to anyone, especially not you." Roman spoke, shrill and loud. Confident in his need for right now. Janus didn't move, knocking again.

"I really hope you built a wall of bricks Roman, or I'm blowing it right down." Janus called out, fiddling with the doorknob, finding it to be locked. He sighed, gripping the knob tight in his palm.

Roman's head shot up as he heard the lock on his door click and he turned to face the door, watching as it creaked open.

"I'll huff. And I'll puff. And I'll- oh." Janus froze with his analogy to the old nursery rhyme, seeing the mess that Roman called a room.

"Looks like you already took care of the big bad wolf's job yourself." Janus said with a grimace, shutting the door behind him. Roman curled up on his bed, a pillow tight in his grip.

"It's your fault." Roman muttered, looking at his cluttered floor. Janus turned away from staring at the mess and took a seat on the foot of Roman's bed, looking at the hurt expression on his face.

"I'm sorry about what I said. It was wrong, but it holds some truth to it. You and Remus are a lot more similar than you think. You're trying to get better, but you know deep down you can never fade away from the evil side of yourself." Janus sneered, crossing his arms. Roman's grip on the pillow tightened, anger boiling up inside of him.

"Like you're any better Mr. Uhm. Mr.. mr..." Roman stumbled over his words, failing to think of an insulting nickname. "You're a liar, you're two-faced! You don't have the right to talk to me like that when you're just as bad!" Roman growled.

"Oh, don't be so dramatic." Janus said with a snicker. Roman scowled.

"Being dramatic is my thing, don't tell me what to do." He hissed, tears dripping off his face. Janus felt his heart shrivel up in his chest. He was quick to slip off his gloves and move close to Roman, gently setting his hands on his cheeks. He ran the pads of his thumbs over the undersides of Roman's eyes, wiping off his tears.

Roman shoved Janus' hands away and it was just then that Janus noticed how big of a mess Roman was. There were scratches on his knuckles and they were still dripping with scarlet red blood. His eyes were red and his eyelids drooped. He moved as if his whole body was weighted down. He seemed to feel heavy and didn't move with the same grace as he normally did.

Did his words really hit him that hard?

"Roman I-" Janus started.

"Save it." Roman groaned, hiding his face. Janus frowned.

"Being dramatic is apparently all I'm good for anymore. That's all anyone ever wants to see. Whether it's a spectacular performance on stage or my pain on camera that's all you want from me!" Roman cried, his voice muffled in his pillow. Janus grabbed Roman's face, tilting it up.

"You missed a few things." Janus muttered to him. Roman sniffled, wiping his eyes and looking down at the bed. Then his eyes drifted to Janus' yellow gloves sat on the bed behind them. He let his gaze travel back up and was met with the soft expression in Janus' eyes.

"What'd I miss?" Roman asked, genuinely confused.

"Your expression of your interests and your displays of love for the others. Beyond the surface of the water there's more to discover deep within it. There are beauties and sights to behold. But there are also terrors. You can't judge the truth of something from the surface. You have to swim deeper to see the truth of the water. You, Roman Sanders, have a lot of beautiful discoveries hiding under your surface, some people are just too scared to take a dive and explore it in fear of the horrible things they're worried to encounter." Janus said, voice clear and calm. Tears welled up in Roman's eyes, dripping down and onto Janus' fingers.

"I for one, am willing to take that dive, and find all of the hidden treasures in your sea of life. I realize what I said awakened the monsters hiding in the darker corners and that scared away the other fish that lived up in the light. But with enough security and safety, they'll feel okay with coming back to the surface. Roman you're incredible. Don't listen to the things people tell you, and for the love of god don't listen to the insults I throw at you. They're meant to be jokes but I should've known you wouldn't take to them lightly. I'm sorry." Janus confessed, rubbing Roman's cheeks with his thumbs. He heard Roman let out a strangled sob and he was quick to wrap his arms around Janus, sobbing into his shoulder.

The deceitful side couldn't help the smile that slipped onto his face and he gently pat Roman's back, shushing him and comforting him as he cried.

"There there my prince. Take your time." Janus cooed, combing his fingers through his hair.

"A-Am I still Thomas' hero?" Roman's voice suddenly spoke, cracking and almost whiny. Janus hummed softly, holding Roman close.

"Oh of course not Roman. Cause why would he want you as his hero." Janus lied, feeling Roman's hands tighten around the fabric of his shirt.

"Why would he?" Roman asked, voice meek and quiet.

"Like I said my prince, there are beautiful discoveries to be made beyond your surface. Thomas has made plenty of those discoveries already. Finding out the different aspects of someone is a journey. Thomas created this whole series to discover himself so that's what he's doing. He trusts you Roman. You don't always make the right decisions, and sure, sometimes the things you've done appear to really have hurt him." Janus stated, feeling Roman twist his shirt in hands. He rested his hands on Roman's to ease him, and the Prince loosened his grip. "But we all have. No one is perfect. Not you. Not me. No one." Janus chirped, moving back to finger-combing Roman's hair.

"You mean it?" Roman asked, sniffling as he turned his head up to face Janus.

A smile crossed his features and he left a soft kiss on Roman's forehead.

"Of course I do. You're perfect in your own, don't let any of us change your mind about that."

"Why'd you have to say what you did in front of Thomas?" Roman asked, looking up to have his eyes meet with Janus'. "Why'd you tell me that I'm the evil twin."

Janus scrunched up his face.

"Did I not just tell you that was all for jokes and fun? You made fun of my name so I poked back." Janus responded with a huff.

"Yeah but me making fun of your name is way more light-hearted than you comparing me to my brother. That really hurt if you couldn't tell by the mess." Roman hissed. Janus rolled his eyes.

"Right right. And I'm supposed to say sorry one hundred times before you believe me? I apologized, what more do you want." Janus groaned, crossing his arms.

"A kiss maybe? That might help. To know you really do care about me. Like you said you do." Roman offered, looking over to the side, sighing at the piles of papers and drawings on his bedroom floor.

"A kiss? Really? I suppose if you say it'll help, then-" Janus mumbled, grabbing Roman's face and turning him back to him. Roman flushed as he watched Janus lean in closer.

"WHOA WHOA WHOA!" Roman shrieked, shoving him away. "I WAS JOKING, BACK OFF!"

Janus glared and pulled Roman back in close, pressing a kiss to his lips.

Oddly enough, Roman couldn't find it in himself to fight against it and instead melted into it.

It was soft. Comforting. Caring. Loving almost.

As their lips parted Janus caressed Roman's cheeks with his hands.

"Well?" Janus muttered, rubbing Roman's temples with his index finger and thumb.

Roman's eyes filled with tears.

"T-Thank you." He muttered, hugging Janus tightly, burying his face in his chest.

[yamithediaperdork]

Wolverine and the diaper boys part two

Jamie was chowing down on a bowl of Cap'n crunch when Bobby came down to the kitchen, walking a little weird. While Bobby was in a pair of tan baggy cargo pants and a blue t-shirt with a white strip in the middle, Jamie had the misfortune to realize he hadn't gotten his landry done like he had been suppose to and ergo was stuck in a pair of his yellow sponge bob shorts with a light blue shirt that had a teddy bear on it. Needless to say he'd already been teased about it by Kitty and rouge, though Jean had come to his rescue. Still this had long day all over it and he'd be glad to go and get it all over with as quick as possible. Bobby took a seat next to him and gave him a smile and nod, making Jamie blush and because he was thinking of the night before, that HAD to be why he was smelling baby powder. "interesting attire choice." Bobby commented. "I uh..forgot to get landry done and this is ALL I have left. I already asked ms.Storm about staying home but she told me it was my own fault and to deal with it." Jamie whined, huffing a little. "You know, if you 'accidentally' pours your milk on yourself when you go to drink the rest out of the bowl, and that's ALL you got to wear..they can't send you to school in your undies." Bobby pointed out and winked. "Hey! That's a-" Jamie started, but got cut off by Mr. Mccoy. The Mutant known as The Beast while 'working' so to speak, but just as Hank or Mr. Mccoy to the students had walked in, wearing his lab coat and getting a cup of coffee, and having over heard the boy's conversation. "Very bad idea." he said, chuckling. "And I'm going to pretend I didn't hear it..as long as it's not acted upon." Making his coffee beast paused, and sniffed the air then smirked at the two boys, thankfully the only ones in the room and then walked off, going to work on whatever project currently was holding his attention. "..Well i tried." Bobby said after Beast left. "It WAS a good idea." Jamie agreed, then as he finished his cereal, he was careful to try and not spill any..and still got some on his shirt. "heh, maybe you need a bib." Bobby teased playfully, only to get a glare from Jamie. "Ok..ok.. not funny. I'm sorry." Bobby said, finishing up his own bowl of sugar crisp. "Darn right!" with the boys washing out their dishes, there was just something about the way that Bobby was walking that was bugging Jamie, but the little guy just couldn't figure it out and gave up. "Wanna walk to school together?" he asked. "I don't see why not." Bobby agreed.

Little did Jamie know Bobby was ALL to happy to walk with the little dork who could take the blame for the scent of baby powder that hung around him, since Logan had gone a little over board. Logan of course claimed he's hand had 'slipped' while sprinkling it on, but Bobby had a sneaking feeling that the Canadian was just having too much fun with this whole thing. Still the semi waddle to school had gone off without too much fuss, Jamie had been going on and on about some silly cartoon and got really over excited about it, and Bobby had agreed to watch a episode of it to get him to shut up about it. 'the hell is a Paw patrol anyways?' Bobby wondered, but brushed it out of his head as he split ways with Jamie. getting to his locker he started to load up his backpack when his eyes caught his schedule for the day, and a wave of dread flooded over him. he'd totally forgotten about it till now, but he had gym class for last period. which meant he'd have to get changed into his school issued gym shorts and top..in a locker room with the other guys. and he was in a fucking diaper. 'I'm so screwed!' Bobby mentally wailed, and banged his head on the door of his locker as Ray came over, raising a eyebrow. "Yooooou ok man?" His roomie asked him. "Don't tell me you forgot to study for the math test today." "..That's today!?!" Bobby whined and silently looked up, wondering just what he had done to piss off the almighty.

Jamie huffed, three times already he'd been stopped and asked if he was lost, the elementary school was across the the street. Twice from other classmates who had been of course taking shots at his clothes, and worse, the third time by a new teacher who was just honestly trying to be helpful, and had said sorry when Jamie huffed he was in the 6th grade and even took out his student ID card to prove it. things didn't get better as the morning went on, between first and second period the class bully had managed to get a pinch of itching powder down the back of Jamie's shorts, and had gotten rid of the proof so Jamie couldn't get him in trouble. The side effect meant while it wasn't unbearable, he was squirming lots and looked like a fussy toddler, or a little boy who had to go to the bathroom. (and in fact his third period teacher called him over to his desk to ask if he needed the hall pass before he had a accident) finally it was 4th period and gym class, and Jamie was able to switch out of his itchy shorts though he got a lot of flack over his PJ mask briefs, despite what he was packing in them. "Doesn't matter what your packing if your too much of a toddler to use it." A freckle faced red head named Todd said, smirking. "yeah well even if you know how to use it, it doesn't matter if all you have is a tooth pick." Jamie shot back, and instantly realized he shouldn't of. since he wasn't allowed to use his powers at school, and Todd had a good foot on him and at least 30 pounds, Jamie wasn't exactly gonna win any fights. and even as the other boys laughed, Todd's face flushed with embarrassment and anger. "Care to repeat that short stuff?" he growled. "..Not really..Uh..Sorry?" Jamie squeaked. "Todd man, let it go..it was a good come back and if you get in one more fight your expelled." Anther boy called over. "..You watch your mouth." Todd huffed and shoved past Jamie, knocking him into the wall and leaving him alone to finish changing. "..Just anther glorious day in the life of a X-Man." he muttered softly to himself.

Bobby was sure he'd flunked the test, a combination of not having studied for it and being paranoid the who times everyone knew he was padded. the only reason he wasn't in a constant flop sweat was a by product of his ice based powers as he waddled from class to class, positive every time he heard a laugh or a giggle in the halls it was directed his way. The fact that a end of the day exposure laid at his feet wasn't helping and he was getting tummy cramps off and on and felt his bladder twitching lots, though he didn't DARE go to the boys room to relive himself. That was all he needed, a random kick in of a stall door (Toad was known to do that sorta thing for shits and giggles, though it had mostly toned down after Duncan had stuffed him head first in a toilet) and him with his diapies on display for everyone to see the big baby. the mental image filled Bobby with dread and unwanted arousal and he found himself desperately directing mental commands to his little soldier to stand down, but atlas, he was at a age where it had a mind of it's own. 'can't believe I'm about to say this, but thank god I'm not hung.' He had one hope, that when Logan came to check on him (and Bobby didn't doubt he would, the Canadian loved to follow though on his threats) Bobby would explain the situation out to him and hopefully get person to get out of the diaper. Failing at that, Bobby's plan B was to freeze the entire gym class for the duration of the period. Ok, it wasn't a good plan but it beat plan C, melt into a puddle from sheer humiliation. 'Come onnnn plan A.'

Logan noticed the time and headed for the door,walking out on the card game he and the other teachers had been playing despite the fact he was winning, Making storm give him a look. "Got somewhere better to be?" she asked, raising a eyebrow and hoping he wasn't headed to a bar this early in the day. The professor had of course banned all alcoholic beverages on the ground after some of the students had gotten into Logan's beer. "Yeahhh following though on a punishment I had to dish out." Logan said and smirked. "Don't worry, I'm saving my drinking for the weekend." "..Logan this doesn't have anything to do with how Bobby was semi waddling this morning does it?" She asked, crossing her arms. "Heh, it might. and before you get all high and mighty, at least I let him wear big kid clothes on the outside. Sides, you should be thrilled I'm following up on my duties here and not going out for some brewskis. just no pleasing you some days." Logan chuckled and winked, then walked out. "..I honestly don't get what Charles likes about him." She signed in a low voice, turning her attention back to the game and back to hank. "Ours is not to ask, ours is but to do. by the way, I win." The furry teach said, laying out his hand. "of course you do." Storm said dryly, toying with making a rain cloud appear over Hank's head then recalling how wet fur smelled.

After spending the better part of the free gym period being pelted 'accidentally' by balls thanks to Todd, Jamie was tired, sore and grumpy. not helping matters was the fact someone (read Todd) had stuck Jamie's shorts in a sink and soaked them..and Jamie HAD to return the gym shorts to the gym locker so they could be washed. Which mean he had two choices, walk around in his undies, or walk around in wet shorts. either way it wasn't appealing and he covered himself in a towel to go and whine to the gym teacher about it. Of course having NO proof it was Todd who had soaked them, the teacher couldn't punish him, and he wasn't willing to let Jamie use the gym shorts. the tone of his voice made it clear that he more or less believed that Jamie had wet himself, and had dunked the shorts in a sink to avoid being busted, though he mentioned he'd call home and see if someone at the Xavier institute could bring him some dry clothing. 'Great. just great. Mr. Logan is gonna think i wet myself and show up waving a diaper around! I bet he brings that stupid satchel of his and has diapers in it too!' Jamie huffed and fumed, stomping his way back to the locker room and tugging the shorts up. someone had tried to be nice and dry them with a hair dryer, but this had just resulted the legs getting semi dry and making it look even more so like he had wet himself. as he marched down the halls to grab his bagged lunch and go wait outside, he could see the amusement looks and heard the laughter and whispers, his ears burning. Of course what Jamie didn't know was put off by the brats attuide, stomping out of his office..the gym teacher 'forgot' to call the mansion.

Bobby was rocking back and forth in chem lab, his bladder twinges were a full on tidal wave just waiting to happen and his normal lab partner was thankfully out for the day. Still, working on a chemical solution that had to drip slowly over and over again when his own 'chemical solution' was begging to come out wasn't doing the Iceman any good. He thought about trying to do that old rhyme about crossing his legs but he was already getting weird looks from the station next to his and just flashed a weak smile. 'Almost end of class. almost end of class. you can make it! you're a X-man! you don't take shit from anyone! you..your..your wetting yourself.' He mentally cheered himself on, before realizing that despite his best efforts, the front of his diaper was indeed rapidly filling with piss. with was only the noise of all the lab equipment that was covering up the hiss and the soft crackle of the diaper as it bloated out, and Bobby snuck a look down and suppressed a groan (and a moan of relief at that from the bliss of finally going) as the diaper was starting to show, at least if you knew to look for it while he was sitting, getting up off the stool he was on, he could feel the hot piss slosh down and start to soak between his legs and even up the back of the diaper and for the first time he started to worry about leaking. 'Jesus what am I? a camel!?' he thought as he tried to will the flow to stop, "Mr Drake, if you would like to come back from whatever day dream is holding your attention, maybe you'd like to answer my question." Barked the old crone who ran the class, bitter at being called back to teach after the old chem lab teacher had disappeared (the school hadn't exactly been informed Mr. Mccoy had had a second mutation, since they hadn't know he'd had a first one to begin with.) "Y-Yes ma'am!" Bobby squeaked out, the flow slowing there there was totally some wetness on the sides of his legs. "what was the question?" "The question was-" the crone started, but was cut off by the lunch bell ringing. "oh who cares. get out of here, all of you." she said and hobbled off to her desk. saved by the bell, Bobby was torn between rushing out or waiting for the rest of the class to leave, his diaper had ballooned out and he was scared to put too much pressure on it, less he make it leak worse. if he could get the classroom mostly cleared, with everyone distracted he could maybe at least freeze the sodden padding. "Is there something I can help you with Mr.drake?" The crone said, suddenly a few feet away and a wicked grin on her face that had him gulping. most of the other students had cleared out, and knowing her penance for handing out extra homework, those few remaining didn't stay for long. "I..I..No ma'am. I just..um.." Bobby squeaked, his voice sounding higher the Jamie's at the moment. "mmmhmm.. I know a soggy bottom when i see one young man. I watch after my ingrate son's brats enough and not one of them potty trained despite the oldest being six." she said wagging a finger and smirking. "I'm not in a diaper!" Bobby said a little bit too quick and she cackled. "well, this explains why you were so distracted. did baby bobby bring a diapie change to school." this..was NOT the kind of attention he had pictured and Bobby's less then stellar boyhood was getting even smaller. "I..I don't." he babbled."It's..not a..I..see.." "Well spoken. well i can't let you go out in the hall's, your going to spring a leak." the crone said and jabbed at the puffy padding with a glass mixing stick, indeed making a wet spot appear on his pants. "I'll go and head for my lunch..and shut the door behind me. there's a plastic bag in the top drawer of my desk..just take the soggy padding out with you..BABY bobby." she said and cackled again before hobbling her way out, shutting off the light and the door on her way out. "..Why couldn't of this happened during history class?" Bobby whined out loud, thinking of how cute THAT teacher was.

Logan pulled up to the school and parked his bike, Nodding to a few of the other kids from the school who were a little bit shocked to see him there. He had his satchel over one shoulder with a couple of diapers and wipes in it, planing on changing Bobby if he needed it, or double diapering him if he was going around commando. "awww, the babysitter he's to check on the babies~" came a mocking tone from Lance, and Logan turned to see the brother hood standing there smirking. They clearly weren't TOO worried about Logan since it was school hours and with him as a adult, attacking teenagers..well it could only make the Xavier institute look bad. Still he gave them a grin and smirked. "Just because Mystique stopped wiping your noses and kissing your boo boo's better, doesn't mean you have to be jealous lance. i'm sure you'll find someone to read you a bed time story." Logan shot back, Making the geomancer blush and huff and go raise a hand. "Careful bub, you SURE you wanna pick a fight? if I'm just defending myself.." Logan said and he had a glint in his eye. "..Tch whatever. not even worth the effort. come on, let's go get something to eat. Oh, and Logan? one of your boy's pissed his pants." Lance said, turning away and leading the other mutants to their house. "..wait what?"

having gotten the soggy padding off and cleaning himself up as best he could, Bobby could tell he had a few damp spots on his pants but there was nothing he could really do about THOSE. he got the paper towel he'd used and the soaked padding in the plastic bag and tied it up tight, then put it in the back of his book bag. he had of course toyed with tossing it in the trash can in the room, but the thought of someone finding it wasn't all that fun to think about. And plus he wanted to show Logan WHY he wasn't wearing his diaper when he'd be checking in on him. with THAT in mind Bobby made his way out of the chem class, with a semi bounce in his step, feeling lighter and faster now that he wasn't crinkling and waddling from his huggies. he made his way to the front of the school, Planing on meeting up with Logan outside and spotted Jamie looking grumpy on the steps..and in soaked shorts. 'Ouch, guess I'm not the only one the tinkle fairy visited.' Bobby thought, feeling bad for Jamie and was about to over and comfort him when Jamie got up and dashed off. Following Jamie's gaze/the direction he was running off too, Bobby spotted Logan and smiled a little. 'Awww, must be happy Logan's here to save the day.' he thought, then the yelling started. "I'M NOT A BABY!" Jamie screamed, getting everyone's attention. '...or not.'

Logan was shocked to see Jamie coming up to him with soaked pants, but a quick whiff let him know it was JUST water, even if Jamie had tried to soak them he'd of been able to get a whiff of the urine. "Listen squirt I-" Logan tried to start but Jamie cut him off, clearly having had had a BAD day and thinking Logan was there to pamper him. "So either give me the dry pants or don't, I didn't pee my pants, and I don't need a stupid night time diaper!" Jamie screamed and stomped a foot. "Squirt, you need to calm down, I'm not hear for you, I'm just checking in on Bobby an-" Logan said, well aware of how many students just heard Jamie admit he wore diapers at night. With speed Logan hadn't expected, Jamie reached into the satchel and tugged out one of the bulky diapers and waved it around. "oh right! like this is just for Bobby! Don't lie to me! I know you think I'm just a big dumb..baby.." As Jamie waved the diaper around in the air, he turned to see Bobby who was frozen in place, and not by his powers, who was blushing badly and had started to wet himself. "Oh..uh.." Jamie gulped..and then also seemed to realize what all he had just said and that some of the students were recording him with their phones. (Diaper boy has a public meltdown would be trending world wide before the school day was over) His cheeks burned and he gulped looking around, then turns back to Logan with a sheepish grin on his face. "I..I kinda..just..really..messed up.." He said..trying to keep a smile on his face as the weight of what he had just done hit him. As the laughter and hoots started up Jamie whined and buried his face in Logan's side, even as a loud poot escaped and whether it was from nerves, some food not setting right, or just his big boy mind going bye bye for awhile, Jamie's shorts and undies started to puff out in the back as he filled them. Not to be outdone with his break down, Bobby took off running, his pants soaked and having left a smelly puddle on the steps of the school, bawling too and wailing "MR. LOGAN!" and soon was hugging the other side of Logan. Signing and patting both boys back, and wishing he'd had a clothespin for his nose, he let both little guys cry it out.

It was clear in the aftermath that neither boy was in any shape to stay at school. even if he took them home for a change, they would of been too mortified and too out of it for lack of a better term to go home. the problem there though was that his bike could only fit at best one of them, and there was no way he was leaving one of the little guys here alone. it was only the intimidating presence of Logan that was keeping the taunts and teasing long range, and Logan knew even if Chuck got to the students and wiped their minds, the video proof was already out there. 'the marvels of the internet.' Logan thought dryly. The solution to his problem soon appeared as Scott made his way over, with Jean  and Kurt trailing behind. "Jeez what happened here?" Scott asked, holding his nose, but looking concerned. "Long story. Look, Give me the keys to your car, I need to get these two home." Logan said. Scott hesitated, looking at the soaked pants of Bobby, and then the baseball sized lump of brown in the back and the wetness in the front of Jamie's shorts. "it's..not that I don't feel for them, but I just had the seats redone an-" Scott started, and Logan gave him a glare that would of made the hulk flinch. "I mean ok..but..how am I getting home from school?" Scott said Meekly, fishing out his keys. Logan took the car keys and handed over the keys to his motorcycle. "If you bang it up, your dead." Logan said then lead the sniffling and whimpering boys off, they were both sucking their thumb now and had sadly for Logan wiped their noses on his shirt. before getting them in Scott's car Logan did decided to be a little nice..to both Scott and the boys, and get them changed. "Alright guys, lay down." He said gently, pointing to the ground. "Y-Y-Your not..gonna..here?" Bobby whimpered, pulling his thumb out. "We're mostly hidden by the cars and those icky pants and shorts CAN'T feel good." Logan said. Jamie was already on the ground, any and all fight out of him and kept his thumb in his mouth, though he'd scrunched up his face when he'd sat down. "i..I'm not wearing my diapie Mr. Logan." Bobby said as he slowly got down. "B-But it's cuz I soaked it and it was gonna leak!" he added quickly. "heh..then that's ok Little Bobby. you just let me get you guys alll cleaned up. Jamie, do you mind if I get Bobby changed first? he's gonna be a quick clean up." Logan said, giving Bobby a warm smile then turning his attention to Jamie. the little guy just shrugged his shoulders as if to say 'your the boss apple sauce' and kicked his legs a little, looking up at the cloud. 'ho boy..Chuck's gonna have to take a look at them after this.' Logan thought and got to work.

The brotherhood was coming back from doing a dash and grab at a local convince store, handing the snacks they'd looted back and forth though Fred (AKA the Blob) unsurprisingly was hogging most of them. they were cutting though the parking lot when a rotten smell hit them and three of the four boys turned to glare at Fred. "Really man? no warning or anything?" Toad whined, tugging his shirt up over his nose. "If it was me, you'd be dead." Fred growled. Pietro chose to say himself and went to dash off to escape the smell, but came back in a half a second, laughing. "oh my god! you guys are NOT gonna believe this! and Fred, your in the clear." he said, then lead the way. the evil teens made their way though the cars and were greeted wit the site of Bobby drake, sitting on his ass and sucking on his thumb in a t-shirt and childish diaper..while Jamie madrox had just finished getting his poopie backside wiped down and was being taped into anther one of the diapers. Lance couldn't tear his eyes away from how loving and caring Logan was as he looked after the two big babies, and then got them both buckled into the back seat of Summer's car. "Bwhahahaha! their X-babies! X-babies!" Toad laughed. "oh man, Dad's NEVER gonna believe this!" Pietro hooted. "ugh, man, what a stink! gonna make me lose my lunch..just gross right lance?" Fred asked. "..yeah..uh..disgusting." lance said. what he was thinking as he watched Logan use a trash back to gather up the clothes and toss them in the trunk before driving off with the two little guys though, was hope much he wanted to be one of them.

[eltanin-malfoy]

Cliché

pairing : draco/pureblood-slytherin!y/n (gender neutral again!)

word count :  2.2k

warning(s) : mentions of petrification, (does that warrant a warning? idk. putting it here just bc) some anxiety

requested : yes, by @lespaceboi

a/n : sorry for taking so long w this one lol. school has been keeping me nice n busy. also, just so u know, it is my birthday tomorrow (29th oct), so i’ve been p busy w all sort of other stuff as well lmao. (feat. the slightest bit ooc draco and a bit of a rushed romance) also i didn’t mean to throw shade or anything, i just thought it would be funny to approach a story with this kinda commentary, lmk what you think!

taglist : @accio-taurus​  @acciodracoo ​ @drawlfoy ​ @war-sword​  @socontagiousimagines​ 

Everything between the two of you was always as if out of a predictable sitcom. The misfit and the bully, almost immediately enemies. One on the wrong side of a prejudice and the other simply resisting it. 

It started off with chiding, with unfriendly confrontation. Drama you couldn’t care less for. Eleven year old you didn’t need this kind of nonsense. You were studying, by the fireplace in the common room. Warm heat radiating onto your sweater covered frame, when cold steely eyes locked onto yours and walked over to you. “So, it’s true, is it?” “What?” “You’re a mudblood? Or at least one of your par-” “No. Are you done now?” “That can’t be.. That’s not what Daph-” “Daphne and everyone else just want to make up reasons as to why I don’t want to spend time with the rest of them.”                                                             

“You sure? You’re uh-”                                                                                      

“I’m sure. Just because I don’t believe you and all your.. cronies aren’t better than everyone else just for being pureblooded doesn’t me-” “Okay, I get it, I get it. You don’t have to act all high and mighty for thinking you’re better than us just because you sympathize with mudbloods.” “How dare you!”

And that was how it started. The mother of all cliches. You were rivals, enemies, whatever you want to call it. The animosity between the two of you only grew as time passed.

Your first year passed on in solitude. You tried your best to stay away from the preying Slytherins of your year. However, this was difficult considering each of your housemates were in pretty much all of your classes with you. The general bitterness between you and the rest of your house was clear to the rest of your year and so you managed to remain civil with everyone else. But that was the extent of any of that. Just polite smiles, nods and whispered words. Nothing more. And it was.. unpleasant. But bearable, so you didn’t complain. 

Your second year was quite a bit more terrifying. The Chamber of Secrets and the Heir of Slytherin.. Mrs. Norris.. You’d heard the mumbles and whispers about Harry Potter being the guilty party, and you couldn’t help but believe them the slightest bit. The other houses seemed to turn against you the slightest bit but you strung it out, growing wary and hoping that the true culprit would be found sooner than later. But then the petrifications began.. and well.. it was scary, to be very, very concise. Students you’d known the past year or so, perky, bright ones even, were found frozen, basically. What was even scarier was no one knew what or how these attacks were occurring. Of course, the ‘heir of Slytherin’ was behind these attacks, but who even was that? You began to suspect something yourself. 

It was too obvious. The person behind them couldn’t possibly as blatant as.. he was being. You were beginning to lose respect for him very steadily. One can only say the ‘m’ word a couple of times before you can’t help but wish to knock the living daylights out of them. Buying his place onto the Quidditch team was one thing, but acting as if it had nothing to do with his father’s money was just stupid. It annoyed you much too much. 

And then it happened.

You were making your way back to your dormitory after lunch, taking a bit of a detour to walk alone and clear your head for a while. But then.. you noticed.. them.

The ‘brightest witch of your year’ (or at least that’s what you’d overheard some adults saying.. sigh.) and that one blonde Ravenclaw prefect you’d seen around..  on the floor, frozen as if they were made of stone. A large mirror in the bushy brunette’s hand. Any prejudice you’d held against either of them disappeared in that instant and your feet began scampering off, your hands trembling the slightest bit as you found the nearest teacher (Professor.. Vector, was it?) and told them what you’d just seen. 

Of course, other members of the staff arrived in an instant, quickly taking off with the two to the Hospital Wing. You followed after them, this close to hyperventilating and just in general blowing your top off. You stood warily, being handed a bottle of Calming Draught as you took a seat nearby. 

McGonagall came in soon enough, followed by Harry Potter himself (he couldn’t possible be the guilty party now..), in his Quidditch robes, gosh, and Ron Weasley. The two walked over to her bed and stared at her, touching her hands and looking shocked. Ron gulped audibly before Madam Pomfrey muttered something to the two of them and they looked over at you, their faces still solemn. Harry looked back at Granger, but Ron mouthed a ‘Thanks’ before doing the same.

You walked over to them and spoke and then... you finally managed to make your first proper alliance at school, or.. most people would simply call it a friendship, I suppose. A few of them, at that. All at once.

Malfoy clearly recognised this. And what used to be occasional shows of aggression turned into.. well.. an everyday thing. His two ‘rivals’ had gotten close and he was very, very annoyed. Very. 

And time really did begin to fly. The long days you had turned into quick weeks and months and Harry defeated the ‘Basilisk’ and saved Ron’s sister and everything was alright. And you had good friends.

And an enemy. Ugh. Clichés are clichés for a reason, huh?

Third year began with its.. commotions. You were in the same Care for Magical Creatures class as Harry, Ron and Hermione, which was certainly great, but.. so was Draco (and all of his buddies, gross!).

There was everything with Sirius Black and Draco’s chiding and well… you’d had enough. Draco called Hermione that.. filthy word yet another time and Harry and Hermione had to hold you and Ron back before you actually just knocked his head in and broke his bones and-

Goddammit. You couldn’t take this anymore. Three years had passed and you were still struggling with Draco Malfoy and his pristine blonde hair and his blue blooded gait and his idiotic ego. Obviously, telling Snape wasn’t an option. And so you took it upon yourself. Why did you attempt to change someone so goddamn difficult? Who knows. We all do dumb things sometimes, right?

One night in September in the Slytherin commons, you grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him to a corner, much to the alarm of all his cronies. 

“You need to stop.”

“Stop what?” “Being such a goddamn prat.”

His silvery eyes shimmered in the dim light and he began glaring down at you. “Says you, the friend of slimy Gryffindors, sympathizer of mudbl-” 

“This is exactly what I’m talking about, Merlin!”

“Do all blood traitors think you’re above all of us whom are actually right or is it just the four of you?”

“Draco.. Just.. shut up.”

“What? I’m n-” “You’re just being a prick. You’re the biggest arsehole I know! I swear!”

“You are so-!” “The two of you need to calm down and clear out of here.” A third voice suddenly appeared out of nowhere. You looked up and were met with the piercing gaze of Dendron, the new merciless fifth year Prefect. Goddammit. Oh well, at least you were saved from getting a massive headache.

You walked away and your fourth year continued as it was. And all the foreigners arrived and… Harry..  well.. 

Trouble really finds him, doesn’t it?

And of course, Draco only grew more pathetic. Seeing him getting turned into a ferret was one of the highlights of your year. Your quarrelling was growing constant. You might have, on occasion, gone around looking to bump into him and get into a bit of a spat. It was a little entertaining, you had to admit, how very irritable he was. 

One December morning, when the silvers of wintry frost had made themselves known on your window, you traversed around the castle with three of your closest friends. Harry had successfully completed the first task and there was still a long way to go till the second, but of course, the four of you still had other things to worry about, or not to worry about, I guess. It wasn’t long before you took their leave and headed back to your dormitory for your Transfiguration textbook, Hermione was willing to help you revise for the next test for once, and you weren’t going to miss out on such a great opportunity. 

But alas! Someone else had a better idea. You were pulled to the side as you walked into the now empty Slytherin common room. Goddammit, this is another cliché of its own, is it not? 

“The Yule Ball. Come with me.” “What? No, I won’t, Malfoy. You can’t ju-” “I’m trying to get Pansy jealous.. She’s-” “So what? I’m no-” “Come on, please!” “No! Why can’t you ask Daphne or Millicent or one of your own other friends?” “Because they all have dates! They’re all busy! Do you really think you were my first option?” You didn’t know why but that one sentence left a bitter taste in your mouth. “So, you’re telling me I’m your last resort?” “No! Come on! You have to come with me to the Yule Ball, I can get you nice dress robes. More exquisite than-” “Oh my god, Draco! Do you really think you can buy me too?”

He glowered down at you and you frowned right back. 

“Has anyone else even asked you?” “... It’s none of your business.” “They haven’t, have they?” “It’s none of your business.” “Then why don’t you want to go with me?” “Because you’re a right arse! And I hate you!” He rolled his eyes. “Oh, please. You couldn’t hate me.”

“Oh, please. Yes, I do. I hate you. You’re vile. And I’m surprised you don’t hate me either.” “I do what I have to do for the things I want.” “So going to the ball with me is something you-” “Just.. shut it. I swear. I don’t even know why I’m asking you. You’re so goddamn difficult.” “Why are you asking me then?” “Because Pansy’d get weirdly jealous of you. She didn’t like us talking or anything of that sort.” “Why? I thought she was like that with everyone.” “No.. she was sensible with other people.. but she said we.. had.. way too much chemistry.”

“.. This is some kind of joke, right?” “No.. it’s not. And I can’t help but..” He looked at you in a way which made your knees feel like they couldn’t hold you up much longer. “But believe it.” “But there-” “If you hate me so much.. then why do you keep staring at me all the time? Even try to look for me, don’t you?”

“N-no! I don’t!” Shit. “How would you even know? Doesn’t that mean you-”

He huffed. “Can’t you read between the lines?” “What are you talking about?” “I like you. That’s why she was jealous of you. She… knew.” You weren’t even sure why your stomach felt like it was about to turn over on itself and your cheeks felt so hot you were afraid they’d light up. “What? But-” “Aren’t people mean to those they fancy? Haven’t you heard of that?” “That’s not true! That’s just an excuse for-” “Shut up.” He blinked slowly, grey orbs tracing a path over your face. He took a step forward and closed the gap between the two of you. And then, for some weird reason, he leaned over to press a kiss to your lips. And for some even more absurd reason, you didn’t push him away. It was soft. And nice. And.. it was okay. Whatever this was.

But why was it? He was.. awful. Looking at him was alright.. but.. 

Maybe he could change? 

And you didn’t realise how long the two of you just.. stared at each other. Smiled. You didn’t even register when your friends showed up and.. caught you.

“Y/N..?” Hermione called out, and you looked to the side immediately, snapping out of your gaze and seeing the three of them standing together. How long had they been there? Had they seen everything? Oh, Christ, this is another trope, is it not?

Ron’s freckled cheeks were pinking up furiously and Harry suddenly spoke up. “You were taking a while so we thought we’d check if you got stuck or something.. And I guess we were right.” Ron suddenly scampered forwards but Harry grabbed him by the shoulders again. “You’d best not do a thing to Y/N, Malfoy! I’ll knock your block right off, I swear it! Give you another black eye if that’s what you want!”

You reached down and fiddled with the tip of your tie. “Th-there’s nothing between us like that.. Not..”

“Not yet.” Draco completed for you, and you looked up at him, then back at the three of them.

“I mean.. we saw enough, Y/N.” Hermione took a deep breath. “And.. I’d say.. I was disappointed and all of that stuff.. but I can’t even say I’m surprised.”

Ron let out a sound of surprise. “What are you talking about? I knew Y/N-” “It’s all Y/N can think about doing nowadays, isn’t it? Getting on Malfoy’s nerves?” 

The three of them looked at each other in solemn agreement before simply nodding over at you. And that was that. Being caught sharing warm breaths and blushing and everything in between. It was so out of nowhere and yet it was not. 

Oh, Merlin. Enemies to lovers stories are so goddamn clichéd. 

[pretending-ican-write]

Elementary

Pairing: Mob!Tom x reader

Y/N Holland stood behind the bar of Elementary with your eyes trained on the tv muted on the opposite wall of the room.  You weren’t exactly watching the news program on the screen, it was just something to keep your mind distracted.

Friday nights at Elementary were busy nights.  The restaurant was packed with reservations and sometimes there were even people queueing outside to try to get in.  Meanwhile, the bar was overrun with *cough* *cough* businessmen enjoying a night off after the week they’d had.  But for you, your mind wasn’t focused on any of the customers.

Elementary may have come across as your typical bar and restaurant in Chelsea but it also happened to be a front for the business meetings of the Holland Mob.  Yep; Y/N Holland was the wife of the one and only Tom Holland- leader of the mob that ran Britain.  Behind the sophisticated restaurant and the slightly unruly bar was a large meeting room where they always seemed to be something slightly sketchy going on.

So you stood behind the bar, watching your staff work with a drink in hand, as you waited impatiently and nervously for Harry or Sam to come out which would let you know it was over.

“Mrs Holland?  Mrs Holland?  Y/N?” Came a voice that dragged you back to reality; it was one of the waitresses.

You looked away from the tv, “what’s up Alice?”

“Mr Holland-” She began.

You sighed, “be more specific Alice; there’s 3 of them in there.”

“Harry,” she clarified, “has asked for you to go in.”

You placed her glass on the side, “you can handle out here.”

You pulled the hem of your Michael Kors jumper down nervously before heading back to the room.  Harry stood outside the door, dressed like they always did, except he had lost his jacket, his tie was loosened, top button undone and sleeves rolled up.

“What’s he done now?” You sighed.

He chuckled, “nothing yet.  We’d just feel more comfortable if you were there to stop him from doing something stupid.”

You nodded before knocking on the door.  A voice came from inside to let them in so Harry pushed the door open to let them in.  The sight of the board room did not surprise you.  Harrison and the remaining Hollands were in the same state as Harry and there was a middle-aged man sat at the other end of the table looking slightly unnerved.

“Darling what are you doing in here?” Tom asked, looking up to see his wife.

You gave the room a once over, “I thought you might want a woman’s perspective on the situation.  Fuck knows you boys can get a bit out of hand.”

“Have a seat,” Haz offered, “see what you think of this.”

The man seemed to have regained his confidence, “what is she doing here?”

“She-” Tom began before you cut him off, “it’s alright Tommy- let him say his piece.”

He smirked, “I don’t get why some bar manager wearing expensive designer clothes who is clearly fucking someone for money seems to have a valuable opinion on this whole matter.”

You let out a small laugh, “so that’s what you think I am?”

“That’s all you are, sweetheart,” he chuckled.

You placed your rings and watch on the table before pulling a small knife from your jeans pocket.  A smile formed on your face as she watched the man’s face drop.  The boys stood behind you with matching smirks.

“I, my friend, am not just some bar manager who is fucking for money.  I am the wife of the head of this organisation and therefore I know everything and everyone that corresponds with us.  You believe that you can just waltz into my bar, flirt with my waitresses and you’ll just be able to fit snugly into this little circle.  But I have some news for you,” you whispered threateningly, “that is not how things work here.  So get the fuck out of my establishment or you will get more than just this.”

After your little speech, you flicked the knife teasingly across his cheek, causing droplets of blood to run down his face.  You leant back against the table and gestured to the door, raising a challenging eyebrow.  The man took the hint and hurried out of the room.

Once he’d gone, you turned around to face the four boys.  You crossed your arms and did your best ‘not impressed’ face, “somebody explains to me what is going on?”

“Well,” Tom began, “you see-”

Haz interrupted, “he started saying things-”

“He came in talking all high and mighty about how he knew your every move and that considering you were just an employee here that we wouldn’t mind if he fucked you for his own amusement,” Sam explained calmly.

You nodded slowly, “and then a certain somebody found himself in a jealous predicament which resulted in Harry being called out to send for back up?”

“Something like that,” Tom answered.

You turned to the other boys, “could you give us a minute boys?”

Haz, Harry and Sam all filtered out of the room leaving the husband and wife alone in the room.  You stayed leant against the table whilst Tom made his way round to meet you.  He rested his hands on your hips, pulling you closer to him.  You bit your lip and suppressed a chuckle.

“Why are you laughing at my darling?” Tom hummed.

You rolled your eyes, “you get so jealous over so little don’t you?”

“He was threatening you Y/N what was I meant to do?” He defended.

You looped your arms around the back of his neck and pressed several kisses to the underside of his jaw.

“I. Can. Protect. Myself,” you whispered- each word punctuated by a kiss to his neck.

After a couple of moments, Tom caved and pulled her up to meet his lips.  She sighed happily and pushed herself into the kiss.  Being the wife of a mob boss might be stressful most of the time but it was worth it for the little moments like these.

[wingcharm]

Never-Never Land, Part 1/3

Ao3

“I’m not doing that. No way.”

“Kid, I can’t believe you have so little faith in me.”

Peter is sat flat on the living room floor, directly across from Tony. He casts a dubious look at the knife in Tony’s hand. “Didn’t Pepper put child locks on all the kitchen drawers? How did you even get that, Mr. Stark?”

“Daddy knows how to open them! He showed me how!” Morgan chimes in from her place at Peter’s hip.

Peter’s jaw drops. Tony has the good grace to look a little ashamed of himself.

“Okay, not my best parenting moment. But hey, Mo and I already played this game and look!” Tony extends both hands for Peter’s examination, “Not a mark in sight.”

“Tony, I’m not going to stab your hands!”

“You’re right! You won’t. Because I’ll be much —” Tony empties an entire pint of motor oil all over the hardwood floor between them “—much too fast for you.”

Peter gapes, momentarily horror-struck at the prospect of Pepper arriving home to find motor oil all over her floor. At his side, Morgan giggles into her hands.

“Mr. Stark! I’m not—!”

Tony presses the knife into Peter’s grip, still grinning. He knows he must look as though he’s having the time of his life. Peter looks as though he thinks he’s in the throes of some sort of mid-life mental crisis. “C’mon, Underoos, it’ll be fun! Toss me that towel, Mighty Mouse.”

Morgan does, producing a dish towel from behind her back like a kind of pint-sized magician. Peter shoots her a look of betrayal which sends her skittering out of the way, still giggling.

“Now get your head in the game, kid! We gotta get this up before it stains. On the count of three, I wipe up the spill, and you have to stab me in the hands before I can finish. Are you ready?”

Peter stares, dumbstruck, at the knife in his hand. “Wha—no! No way!”

“One—” Tony leans forward.

”Mr. Stark!”

“Two—” Tony raises his hands, the towel outstretched.

“Nope. Not happening—”

“Three!” The towel is thrown straight into Peter’s face. He sputters around a mouthful of Egyptian cotton even as Tony seizes hold of his ankles and drags him feet-first through the spilled motor oil, cackling like a madman.

It seems to take a moment for Peter’s brain to catch up with the prank. He drops the butter knife to the floor and removes the towel from his face to catch sight of Morgan, bouncing up and down on the couch and squealing with laughter. “Daddy got you! Petey’s got wet pants!”

Tony is bent double with laughter, savoring the expression of mingled shock and feigned outrage on the kid’s face as he catches on. He does his best to hide the smile that threatens, and Tony knows it’s purely for Morgan’s benefit; nothing delights his daughter more than seeing her two heroes go head-to-head.

Peter must know it too, because with an exaggerated roar which he knows will thrill Morgan to death, the kid scrambles to his feet, dripping oil everywhere as he makes a wild lunge for Tony, who can hardly move for laughing. Tony lets himself be tackled, feels the kids arms wrap around his shoulders as they collide and the pair of them topple over the back of the loveseat.

Peter does his best to smother Tony’s laughter in the plush cushions, hiding his grin in the man’s shoulder. “Who’s Earth’s Mightiest Defender now?”

“Think you can take on your old man, Spidey?” Tony frees an arm and fixes Peter in a headlock. “Getting a little big for your britches—oh, shit!” Peter flips them over a hair too far and they crash off the loveseat and onto the floor, knocking over the endtable along the way. A decorative lamp smashes against the hardwood.

“Dad, you’re wrecking the house!” Morgan wails.

“Yeah, Dad, you’re wrecking the house!” Peter laughs, doing his best to pin his mentor to the floor and reaching one-handed for the half-empty container of motor oil. “All that gray in your hair, Mr. Stark, it needs a little product. Have you tried —” but he shrieks as Tony drills his fingers into his ribs and regains the upperhand.

“Morgan, go get Daddy his suit. It’s time to whoop some ass.”

The playful wrestling match goes on until there is far more oil outside the container than in it, and Peter is red-faced and breathless with laughter. His plea for a ceasefire is granted, and he stretches out on the now slick floor and struggles to catch his breath. A still grinning and panting Tony drops down beside him.

“Pepper’s gonna kill us,” Tony chuckles, lifting one arm to tuck the kid under it.

“You started it.” Peter wriggles until he can prop his head on Tony’s bicep, turning to muffle a yawn in the man’s shirtsleeve. “My last day here, Mr. Stark, and this is how I’m treated.”

He knows the kid must have meant it as a joke, but the reminder that his break from reality is quickly drawing to a close is sobering all the same. It seems to have a similar effect on Peter, who looks as though he wishes he could take it back.

“I mean — I’m kidding. It’s been amazing, being here. You’ve been great, it’s been so great. I just, I’ll miss this, you know? I’ll really — sorry. Sorry, I’m ruining the moment.”

Tony puffs out a sigh, leaning over to gently knock his head against Peter’s. He tries to sound more sure of himself than he feels. “It’ll be fine, kid. You and Fred will be so busy finding dates and building your Lego Doomstars that I’ll have to drag you back for a visit.”

“Yeah. I’ll be — it’ll be fine.” Peter sits up, no longer meeting Tony’s eyes. His arms have folded around himself so tightly that Tony swears he can hear the kid’s ribs creak in protest. He looks lost, and it pulls at Tony in a such a visceral way that he reaches for Peter without conscious thought. “Hey. C’mere, kid.”

Peter goes willingly, releasing the death-grip he had himself in and wrapping his arms around his mentor instead. His fists close convulsively around the fabric of Tony’s jacket. “M’fine,” he breathes into Tony’s collarbone.

“I know,” Tony murmurs back, pressing his cheek into the kid’s hair. “I’m not worried. I just really like hugs now, it’s a whole thing. I had to make a choice between you or Morgan, and she knows where we keep the knives. It was a tough call. Don’t make me regret it.”

And just as he’d hoped, Peter’s hitched breaths are replaced by a genuine, honest-to-God laugh, and they’re okay again.

——-

The parting was every bit as difficult as Tony expected; it wasn’t as though it could ever be easy, but it feels as though he’s only just gotten Peter back. He’d spent five years without him, and the prospect of separation, of any distance or length of time, feels oddly foreboding.

Happy had volunteered to set-up the Parkers’ new residence ahead of time. Real-estate in the city was in unsurprisingly high demand with the return of half the planet, but Tony had secured them a new, furnished unit in Queens in record time. With the move-in of their old things from the storage facility Happy had originally placed them in after the Snap, all that was needed to complete the home was the Parkers themselves.

It was necessary, Tony knew. They had to get back to living. The kid had to move on with his life, now that he had it back. It was just — there was something in the way Peter watched him out the window as the Audi faded from view. Something like rejection.

But it was nothing. It wasn’t anything. Peter had to go back to school, he had to be a kid again. Much as he wanted to, Tony couldn’t keep him holed away in the lake house for the rest of his days.

Pepper’s advice was to let the kid get settled in, and so Tony forces himself not to call the moment he’s sure they must have arrived in the city. He kisses Morgan goodnight and watches Pepper read, and finally retreats to the porch where he can have what feels to be a rapidly approaching meltdown in relative privacy.

Just as he’s settled himself on the porch swing, his phone lights up with a video call request.

Tony’s heart leaps. Overwhelming relief makes him clumsy, and his fingers fumble over the screen until Peter’s face appears, his hair wet and curling as though he’s just stepped out of the shower. He looks surprised to see Tony’s face staring back at him. “Hey, Mr. Stark! Oh man, I didn’t think you’d answer!”

It hurts a little to hear his doubt. But Tony knows the memory of straight-to-voicemail calls and empty suits are fresher in Peter’s mind than his.

“’Course I answered. What’ve you been doing, drowning in tears since you left me? You’re soaked. Dry your hair, you little miscreant. You’ll make yourself sick.”

Peter scoffs, flopping back onto his pillows. “You bought us Turkish bath towels, Mr. Stark. Those are like — crazy expensive. I looked ‘em up. They feel like angel wings, I can’t ruin those. I’ll just air dry.”

“I built you a multi-million dollar suit and you spilled pizza sauce on it. Twice.” Tony knows he’s smiling ridiculously, sounds way too fond.

“That’s different,” Peter yawns. “Anyway, I just wanted to, you know. Check-in. The new place looks great, really, May is just blown away. She says it’s the first time she’s owned a dishwasher that doesn’t smell like melted tires when you turn it on.”

Tony snorts, not bothering to hide a smile. “Glad you like it, kid. Get some sleep before tomorrow. Big day. School, friends, Spidey — I know you’ll be back webbing up bad guys the first chance you get.”

He sees it only for a split second: a shadow of doubt that falls over Peter’s face and vanishes just as quickly. But it’s there, he knows it is. “Yeah. Yeah, I’ll — I’ll be back at it in no time.”

“Hey,” Tony pulls his focus back, giving the camera a little shake for good measure. “I believe in you, Pete. Okay?”

“Yeah. Okay,” Peter manages a smile. He looks as though he’s struggling with his next words; his mouth opens and closes a few times before he settles on, “Thanks again, Tony. ‘Night.”

“’Night, Underoos.” The call ends, and Tony wonders if this is how other parents feel when their kids leave home: restless and somehow bereft. He shakes his head to dispel the feeling, rising from his seat on the porch to seek out Pepper in the cabin. Before he can make it all the way in, his phone lights up with a text, and the words Peter had been unable to say face-to-face now light up the screen:

 Love you.

He’s never typed so fast in his life.

 Love you tons, kid. Get some rest.

  ——-

For the next week, it carries on like that; Tony and Peter keep in contact throughout the day via text or video chat, and Peter tells Tony all about his life at a school where half the students and faculty are entirely new to him.

“But the cafeteria ladies, Mr. Stark, they’re all still here. Isn’t that crazy? They look exactly the same.”

“That’s wild, kid.”

“Yeah, I know! And Ned and I have the same teacher for AP History as we would’ve had, except now she looks super old. Our Physics teacher is new, though, and he knows his stuff, but last year — I mean, five years ago, I guess — the Physics teacher was this super hot Brazilian lady. I wonder what happened to her? Ow!” There’s a scuffling sound at the other end of the line. Tony sighs.

“I’m not gonna lie, Pete, I feel a little uncomfortable having this conversation with you while you’re struggling with an armed criminal.”

“I think you’re being a little dramatic, Mr. Stark. He’s armed with a taser. Who even commits crimes with a taser? Like, get a life. Pick something less stupid.” This, apparently, to the baddie grunting beneath what Tony assumes is a net of webbing.

Tony casts a quick glance at the read-out from Peter’s suit, which FRIDAY has thoughtfully projected into view: the kid’s vitals are all within normal limits. “I’m gonna let you go so you can focus on getting home without giving me a heart attack, Spider-Kid. Think you can manage that?”

“Oh, definitely. Don’t worry about me, Mr. Stark, I’m doing great. The suit improvements are really — aw, come on, man, spitting? Not cool!” The call clicks off

 ——-

When the weekend arrives, Happy drives down to the city to pick up the kid for a visit. The Audi hasn’t yet rolled to a stop on the gravel drive before Peter is flinging open the door and barreling at Tony with such obvious excitement that he can’t help but jog out to meet him halfway, opening his arms just so Peter can crash right into them. The force of the hug knocks Tony back into the grass, a laughing Peter pulled along with him.

“Sorry — shit, sorry, that was really dumb.” Peter giggles a little nervously, but his grip on Tony never slackens. Tony pats his back consolingly, watching from the corner of his eye as Happy exits the Audi, exclaiming loudly about the need for child-locks.

“Good to see you too, Beetleborg. Come on, Pepper’s got grub on already.”

They make their way into the cabin, where a squealing Morgan launches herself at Peter’s midsection, clearly trusting him to catch her. He does, seizing her under the arms and letting her cling to him like a limpet, beaming all the while. ��Hi, Mo! How’s the world’s smartest Stark doing?”

“Good!” Morgan tilts back her head and fixes him with her most adoring smile. “Hungry! Can you get me a—”

“Nope,” Tony cuts in, trying to keep up a stern facade. He knows a smile will only encourage her, but her powers of manipulation are something to behold. “You can’t con Peter into spoiling your appetite. No juice pops before lunch.”

“Maybe just one?” Peter hedges, swayed by the way her little eyes go round with sorrow as though she hasn’t spent the morning eating half a bag of stolen marshmallows, and Tony knows the battle is lost.

Over lunch, Peter fills them in on life in the city.

“Ned’s got no chill, Mr. Stark, honestly. He told his new girlfriend about how he works with Spider-Man right in the middle of class,” the kid rolls his eyes as he reaches for the mustard bottle.

“Did she believe him?” Pepper’s brow furrows with concern as she leans over to cut up Morgan’s hot dog into little round pieces.

“Well, yeah. But she also believes he owned a Mercedes before the blip, so that doesn’t mean much. Nobody else believed him, though. Flash was ripping on him until the teacher told him to simmer down. But…” he trails off, staring contemplatively at his glass of orange juice.

“But?” Tony prompts.

Peter flushes red. “Oh, nothing, sorry. It’s just, um. There’s this girl.”

Something mischievous must show on Tony’s face, because Pepper points a threatening finger in his direction. “Stop. No. We’re not having girl advice at my table.”

“What’s girl advice?” Morgan chimes in around a mouthful of hotdog.

Tony opens his mouth to speak again, and Pepper slaps a hand over his lips. “It’s something no one should ever get from Daddy.”

Peter chokes on his mouthful of potato salad and Happy slaps him dutifully on the back. He swallows thickly. “Thanks. Anyway, I didn’t mean it like that. I meant…sometimes she looks at me like — Mr. Stark, stop making that face! — she looks at me like she, um, suspects something.”

“Something like Spider-Man?” Pepper frowns.

Peter shrugs. “I dunno. Maybe?”

Tony shakes off a prickle of unease and reaches over to squeeze the kid’s shoulder. “It’ll be fine, Pete. It’s like you said, no one believed Fred. Your Spidey identity is safe. Look at all the people sitting at this table. Can you really picture one of us letting a major secret get out?”

Happy casts Tony a dubious stare. “Well.”

Peter’s gaze cuts sideways to the refrigerator, where one of Morgan’s more colorful drawings is pinned up: it bears a labeled family portrait, containing meticulously drawn versions of Iron Man, Rescue, and Spider-Man. A thick crayon arrow points at each figure, above which Morgan’s childish handwriting proclaims them to be: Daddy, Mommy, Peter.

Across the table, Pepper lets out a sigh and massages her temples.

“Okay,” Tony cuts in, “can we just — let’s all relax. I won’t let anything bad happen to you, Underoos, okay? And now I’m going to change the subject. You won’t even notice it happening. This lunch is great, honey.”

——-

When Sunday evening rolls around, Tony loads Peter back into the Audi with a little less trepidation than the first time he left. Peter, too, seems more at ease with the parting; he rolls his eyes fondly when Tony makes a show of kissing both his cheeks like an Italian mother, but hugs him just as tightly as he always has.

Tony strolls back into the cabin and cozies in beside Pepper on the loveseat, dropping his head into her lap and closing his eyes as her fingers comb a familiar path through his hair.

“You’re doing well, you know. You’ve got this parenting thing down to a science now.”

He opens his eyes. She’s staring down at him with a smile that warms him from the inside out, the smile that has saved his life more times than he can count — that is still saving him. It remains the only thing that can render him speechless. He reaches for her free hand and presses a reverent kiss into the back of it.

He doesn’t know how long he lays there, basking in the warmth of her company. He only knows that some time later, she is stroking his cheek to wake him, her voice a hushed whisper in the dark. “It’s late, hon. Let’s go to bed.”

He lets her lead him down the hall to their bedroom, slips into the ensuite, and it hits him with a sudden chill: his phone is silent.

He reaches for it to check, sure Pepper would not have let him sleep through a call from the kid — sure enough, there are no missed calls or texts. No notifications. He isn’t sure whether to feel relieved or…

But after all, he’d dozed off himself. What was to say the kid hadn’t done the same? Happy would have called by now if he’d run into trouble getting the kid home, and the fact that Peter hadn’t reached out mere hours after having seen Tony didn’t mean anything except that he was a teenager. It was healthy, probably.

So it’s fine. They’re fine. He should let the kid sleep. There’s a fine line to walk here; too much contact and he’s hovering, too little contact and he’s Howard.

He sends the text anyway.

 Love you, Pete.

He slides under the covers beside Pepper, and falls back to sleep waiting for a reply.

 ——-

When the morning dawns, he wakes to find no missed calls or texts. But it’s early yet, and the kid is a late riser, and he knows for a fact that Midtown School is closed for some obscure bank holiday — he’s probably sleeping in. They’d spoken over the weekend about Tony, Pepper and Morgan heading in to the city for a visit mid-week to the Parkers’ new home, and Tony decides it’s as good an excuse as any to check-in. He fires off a text at the dining room table as Morgan stares balefully at her breakfast.

Wanna hit the zoo later this week? The Mouse has been dying to see that new baby spider-monkey. He includes a string of nonsense emojis he knows will get a reaction out of Peter, who can sculpt entire paragraphs out of the things.

By the time Morgan has finished her oatmeal and Pepper has left for work only after replacing Tony’s coffee with de-caf, the kid still hasn’t responded.

And that’s…unusual, Tony thinks. Two texts unanswered. And Peter isn’t the leave-you-on-read kind of kid, particularly where Tony is concerned. His hand reaches for his phone. He hesitates.

Morgan grips hold of the table cloth as she slides out of her booster chair and onto the floor. The table cloth and its contents slide with her, apple juice and dirty plates and all. He counts to ten in his head before he reacts, praying for patience. It’s a distraction. He’d wanted a distraction.

So maybe he’ll give it a little longer.

 ——-

He makes it until almost Noon, and then he calls Happy.

“Hey, Boss.” Happy’s voice is a little too high, and his face is both entirely too close to the camera and a little too pink. He looks almost shifty, and Tony is temporarily distracted from his panic by the sight of it.

“Hey yourself,” he narrows his eyes, “Why am I staring up your left nostril? Hold the camera away from your face.”

Happy adjusts until his entire head fits in the frame. “Ha, sorry. I was just — what’s up?”

“You look like you’re up to something. Are you up to something? Did you forget to take your baby aspirin today? Nevermind. Listen, have you heard from the kid?”

Happy frowns, suddenly serious. “Which kid? The kid kid? Peter? Not since I dropped him off last night. Why? What’s—”

“What about Peter?” cuts in another voice entirely, and for the second time in as many minutes, Tony’s train of thought his completely derailed.

“Is that — is that Aunt May?” Tony is aghast as Happy gives up the game and holds his phone at a more reasonable distance so that May Parker, still dressed in her work scrubs, is visible beside him.

“Can we not do this right now?” Happy pleas, now definitely red in the cheeks. “We’ll do it later, I promise. But what about Peter? What’s going on?”

“Um,” Tony fumbles, struggling to dispel the barrage of mental images that have suddenly been conjured up and focus on the kid, “Yeah, the kid. It might be nothing, it’s just — he hasn’t texted me back since last night.”

“That’s not nothing,” May frowns, “not by a long shot. Peter always texts back. Peter would text back Hitler.”

“Jesus, thanks,” Tony scowls. May rolls her eyes.

“And he adores you, Tony, he wouldn’t leave you hanging. Could he be out doing…you know,” she raises her eyebrows meaningfully and mimes shooting a web, “his internship?”

“FRIDAY, pull up the feed from the Spider—” he begins, but Happy lets out a shout of alarm and drops his phone. For a moment, Tony can see nothing but blue skies and the pointy ends of Manhattan’s skyscrapers, but then, just for a moment, a flash of red and blue.

“Happy!” he barks, feeling suddenly panicked.

“Sorry! Sorry,” Happy’s face swims back into view, but he isn’t looking at Tony; he’s watching something Tony can’t see, and his face goes oddly slack. “That’s — is that —?”

Tony can’t understand what has the head of security so puzzled until he turns the phone the other way round, so that Tony can see it, too, and it’s Spider-Man. It’s definitely Spider-Man. That’s the suit, he’d know it anywhere, he built it, but—

“Something’s wrong,” May’s voice is tight with fear, and Tony can see why, because something is wrong. Spider-Man is careening between buildings in slow, graceless arcs, his movements clumsy and uncoordinated and somehow off.

“Is he drunk?” Happy wonders aloud, and receives a slap on the arm from May. “Okay, sorry, I know he doesn’t drink! It’s just, he looks—”

Tony regains his senses in time to finish his earlier command. “FRI, pull up Peter Parker’s vitals.”

The holographic projection appears, but its glowing red heart is motionless; its usually diverse set of numbers a solid line of zero, zero, zero. Tony’s heart seems to stop along with it. “FRIDAY, what—?”

“Peter Parker is not wearing his tracker band, boss.” FRIDAY explains, and Tony’s instant relief that the kid isn’t dead is short-lived, because Peter didn’t take it off. Peter would never take it off without warning, he wouldn’t do that to Tony.

“Give me — gimme Spider-Man’s visual and audio feed. Track the suit. Do it now.”

“Tracking now,” FRIDAY’s cool voice does little to calm the racing of his heart, which only increases when, after a pause— “Unable. I’m sorry, boss. There seems to be interference blocking the signal.”

But that isn’t possible. It isn’t. He’d taken extra precautions after the kid’s friend had hacked through the Training Wheels Protocol. “Patch Karen through. Have her run diagnostics.”

“Unable,” FRIDAY sounds almost apologetic.

Tony feels his fingers go numb. He ignores the frantic yelling from the phone, heading for the door even as he tries to stave down the panic burgeoning in his chest. “Fine. Just — suit. Get a suit ready, I’ll have to —”

“Boss, suit deployment requires secondary authorization.”

Pepper. God, he’ll have to tell Pepper. It’s a protocol he’d set for himself after Thanos, an incentive to stick to his retirement. There is no getting around it — as long as Pepper is alive and safe, there is no bypassing the restriction. But she’ll understand — of course she will, she loves Peter. She’ll let him go, she’d never stop him —

The floor seems to drop from beneath him when the realization hits: Pepper is at work. Pepper is at work and Tony is home with Morgan, and she’s watching cartoons on the sofa and still wearing her unicorn pajamas and he can’t leave her alone. He can’t. She needs him. She’s—

She’s screaming.

“Daddy, Daddy, DADDY! LOOK!” Morgan’s voice is shrill with terror in a way that makes his blood run cold. He doubles back to the living room, his arm outstretched instinctively to summon a suit that won’t come, it won’t come—

Down the hall, into the room where Morgan is inches from the TV, her tiny hands over her mouth, and he looks at the screen—

“—watching the scene again, Susan, as SPIDER-MAN, the masked menace, the famed protege of Iron Man Tony Stark, destroys the Brooklyn Bridge in an act of terrorism—” the red-faced man on the screen looks positively gleeful, gesticulating wildly at the evidence on display: helicopter footage zooms in as Spider-Man hangs from a support beam, firing grenade webs indiscriminately. Explosions rock the bridge, and cars screech to a halt as their occupants flee in terror, some of them wounded, smoke obscuring the scene.

Another grenade web meets its mark a little too close to his perch, and Spider-Man sways precariously from his web, clutching it clumsily for support. And Tony can see now what the others can’t — he can see the way the suit stretches too tightly over the man’s shoulders, the way the bottom of the mask doesn’t quite cover the pale line of skin at the neck, the way its wearer’s aim is thrown off when his wrists flex too far inward as he stretches his finger for the palm trigger—

“It isn’t Peter. That’s not him. That’s—” His words choke off as the full weight of what he’s seeing — what it means — strikes him dumb.

It isn’t Peter in the suit. It’s someone else.

Peter would never, ever, let his suit be taken unless he—unless—

Pain lances up his left arm and he can’t breathe. His daughter rushes to him, but he can’t see her, he can’t see anything past the carnage on the screen.

His phone falls from his hand, he can hear screaming at the other end of it, muffled explosions as Happy and May try their best to get through to him.

It’s like he’s there on the bridge, scorched skin and choking breaths and smoke in his eyes. Distantly, he feels Morgan’s little hands on his cheeks. Her face swims back into view, all big eyes and panicked baby tears and he can’t do this now, he can’t, his kids need him. His kids need him.

“Tony! Tony, snap out of it! We have to get to him, I have to —”

“I’m getting May out of here, Tony, it’s too dangerous—”

“Peter! PETER!!”

“I’m coming,” Tony says, and he ends the call.

[afangirlwashere]

Spanish panic (p.p.)

Summary: Spanish classes can get tough but nothing is worse than having a panic attack at a school bathroom. 

Author’s Note: I had this idea running through my head for a while. It’s just a one-shot to get these thoughts out of my head. If you have any ideas that are bothering you and you’d like a fanfic made out of them feel free to send it my way! 

Warnings: Panic attack and Endgame spoilers

Song inspiration: Burn It Down - Daughter (this song is honestly post-Endgame Peter Parker I don’t take criticism) also if you want to you can listen to Neptune by Sleeping At Last that one goes well with it too

Masterlist

The class was filled with nervous whispering and (Y/N)’s tapping.  In the presence of the two classmates next to her - Nancy and Wendy - any concentration wasn’t possible. 

“Chill out.” Betty was typing something on her laptop while (Y/N) stared in her notes. 

“If señora Diosa gives us the test I’m screwed!” she skimmed through her scribbled notes. 

Betty rolled her eyes “We haven’t been in Spanish class for literally five years. There is no way señora Diosa remembers we were supposed to have a test! She didn’t blip!” 

“I’m telling you this old crone is going to remember!” (Y/N) put her hair behind her ear as she shook with nervousness “God how I hate the high heels she wears. You can hear her from miles! Click, clack, clickity, clack.” 

Betty giggled “If she still wears them...”

“But it’s totally crazy!” Nancy whispered as quietly as if Wendy was an old deaf woman “It’s space! It’s infinite! There’s no way anyone could get back to Earth. I’ve read a few articles from different University professors who calculated the exact chance Tony Stark had to get back. It was practically zero! Not even he could have solved something like this!! There has to be something bigger behind it!” 

Wendy was on the edge of her seat fiercely nodding “I’ve heard that they want to make a documentary about him. Mr. Sommers said that every school is going to make their students watch it when it comes out. And we’ll probably be watching it for the anniversary of the day everyone was brought back. That’s cool right?”

“Somebody should teach them how to whisper.” Betty grumbled and typed louder on her keyboard.

(Y/N) noticed that she didn’t like to talk about the tragedy which affected the whole world. She was always quite pale but whenever Thanos was mentioned she seemed almost translucent. 

“How do you say small in Spanish? How would you say it!?” (Y/N) quickly browsed between three pages of notes. 

“Try asking him.” 

Peter sat right in front of them. He was silent and stiff the whole time which wasn’t like him at all. (Y/N) barely spoke to him since they blipped back. He’d go home immediately after school or disappeared somewhere with Ned. 

“Oh, mighty overlord of Spanish!” (Y/N) kicked Peter’s chair “Would you be so kind and share with me your wisdom? How would you transcribe the Spanish word for-” 

Peter’s chair rumbled as he stood up and stumbled out of the classroom leaving with heavy breaths.  All his stuff was still on the table which was weird. If he wanted to skip this class (like he used to) why wouldn’t he take it? 

“Did I do something wrong?” (Y/N)’s voice cut through the silence. She didn’t even realize everyone's attention was on Peter as well. 

It only took a few seconds before she got up and ran after him. Any stress from the test was replaced by worry for Peter.  She saw him disappear to the boy's bathroom. She stood facing the door and considered if she should knock, barge in or just wait for him in the hallway. 

But before she could decide she heard a familiar click, clack, clickity, clack. Señora Diosa was rushing to class.  (Y/N) knew that if her teacher saw her here she’d get in serious trouble because how do you say ‘I think I pissed my friend off so much that he ran to the boy’s bathroom and I need to make sure he’s fine’ in Spanish? 

Before she could think it through her hands were pushing on the door, her eyes firmly shut. This tactic didn’t work for long though because the moment she heard heavy breaths her curiosity couldn’t be stopped. 

In the corner of the room next to the sink was Peter sat, shaking, with his head between his knees. The screen of his phone was lit up next to him. 

“Peter?” (Y/N) slowly stepped closer, all the shame of being in a boy's bathroom has already left her.

She kneeled next to him, her eyes set on his phone. First thing that went through her head was ‘What if something happened to his aunt?’

But his phone was ringing. And the name of the person who Peter tried to call was ‘Tony Stark’. 

Of course... Why didn’t she think of that earlier? People all around the world were shocked by Tony Stark’s heroic death but (Y/N) didn’t realize Peter knew him personally. He constantly spoke about him being his mentor and role-model. Peter probably didn’t get a chance to say goodbye to him. And now he was gone.

(Y/N) quickly canceled the call and locked his phone “Peter...” she cautiously touched his shoulder hoping human contact would provide some support. 

His head jerked up as if she still startled him. He didn’t even know that somebody was in the room with him. Tears as big as peas were running down his cheeks. 

“It’s okay. Everything’s going to be alright.” she gently rubbed his arm “Can you hear me?” she lowered her head to look him in the eyes. 

Peter wiped his nose on his sleeve, eyelids shuddering as he nodded “Can you speak?” (Y/N) whispered.

Peter took a shaky breath, his mouth was dry and instead of words coming out of it he painfully exhaled. His forehead glistened with cold sweat while white spots danced in front of his eyes.  He wrapped his hands around her waist as a heartwrenching sob left his throat. 

(Y/N) moved closer, hoping his firm grip would loosen. She felt his tears seep through her shirt. He was trying to say something but (Y/N) couldn’t understand his mumbling. 

“Shhhh... I’m here... I’m here with you.” she stroked his head and pulled one of his hands to her heart. Her other hand snaked around to touch his neck which was covered in goosebumps “Can you look at me Peter?” 

His eyelids were heavy but somehow he managed to raise his head enough to look at her even when everything was blurry or covered by spots that seemingly weren’t about to fade. 

“I want you to try and concentrate on my breathing yeah? We’re gonna breathe together alright? You’re going to be okay again I promise just breathe with me.” She watched him close his eyes and nod. 

“Alright. Breathe in...” her chest rose in a large breath so that Peter could feel it as well “And breathe out...” 

Peter’s lips trembled through the first three tries and he could only listen to the calming breaths and heartbeats as he held onto her like his life depended on it. 

When his breathing slightly stabilized (Y/N) spoke again “Can you tell me three things you see around you?” 

“You...” he swallowed hard, fiddling with her shirt “Soaked up napkin...” (Y/N) turned around to make sure it was actually there “Bathroom stall door...” 

“Good... Good... Just keep breathing... You’re safe. Nothing’s gonna happen to you I swear.” she pushed the curls that stuck to his sweaty forehead away from his face “You’re burning up...” 

(Y/N) automatically fumbled in the back pocket of her jeans where she kept a tissue since she was known for her bleeding nose at any circumstance. Explaining why there’s smeared blood next to her answer on a test got pretty tiring real quick. 

“I’ll be right back,” she tried to pull his hand away “I’m gonna wet the tissue okay?” when he didn’t respond she tried again “Peter?”

His eyes were shut but he slowly nodded, rubbing his face with shaky hands as he leaned on the tiles.  When she kneeled next to him his breathes were shaky and irregular again. 

“I’m going to put a cold tissue on your forehead now. I’ll wipe it on your hand first so you can feel it.” after wiping it on his hand she slowly pressed it to his forehead. (Y/N) sat next to him, holding one of his hands in hers so he could still feel her presence if his vision betrayed him. 

Water dribbled from the tap for a long time before Peter spoke “I... I didn’t save him.” 

(Y/N) pulled her knees away from her face and stared in his. It wasn’t hard to guess who was in question “Peter...” she ran over his hand “It wasn’t your fault you...” she intertwined their fingers thinking twice what to say next “You couldn’t have saved him.” 

Peter stared ahead, sings of doubt if he should tell (Y/N) the truth showed in his eyes “I could have..” his voice trembled and before he could stop himself the whole truth came out of his mouth along with tears which he wasn’t fast enough to wipe away. 

[thelastspeecher]

Superhero/villain AU - Moms, Part II

Here we are, with the second part of meeting moms in the Superhero/villain AU.  In this one (which turned out much longer than I planned), Stan meets Ma McGucket.  And somehow, doesn’t get physically harmed by her.

Part I

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              The doorbell rang.  Stan got up from the couch with a groan.

              “Can’t even sit down for one second,” he muttered.  After a long day at both his day job selling cars and his superhero gig, he wanted nothing more than to relax on the couch with an ice cold beer.  But his archnemesis turned one-night-stand turned baby mama was on strict bed rest in his room, so after getting home, he’d had to check in on her and help her with anything she needed.  Heavy knocking replaced the doorbell’s ring.  “I’m coming!”  Stan stomped to the door and ripped it open.  “What?” he snarled.

              “That’s a mighty rude how-do-ya-do,” said the woman on his doorstep. She crossed her arms.  Stan stared at her.  Something about her seemed familiar.  “Which room is Angie in?”

              “She’s-” Stan started.  He shook his head.  “Hang on, how do you know Angie?”

              “I’m her mother,” the woman said, her lips pressed into a thin line.  Ice filled Stan’s veins.

              “…Sirroco?” he choked out.

              “Yes.  But call me Mrs. McGucket.”

              “Got it.  Mrs. McGucket,” Stan mumbled.  He swallowed. The woman standing before him didn’t appear intimidating in any way, shape, or form.  A pearl necklace hung around her neck, her caramel-colored hair was tied back in a business-like ponytail, and the apron over her polka-dot patterned dress had flour on it.  But Stan knew not to take her at face value.  A familiar steel determination glinted in Mrs. McGucket’s eyes.

              Angie looks just like her.  Well, except for the nose.  She musta got that from her dad.

              “Well?” Mrs. McGucket asked.  “Where’s my daughter?”

              “She was pretty tired when I checked in on her earlier.  She probably won’t want visitors,” Stan said, steadying himself in the doorway.

              Not a good idea to let a career villain like Angie’s mom in here. Mrs. McGucket rolled her eyes.

              “She knows I’m comin’.  I brought some of her fav’rite food.  Apparently you and yer brother don’t know how to cook worth a damn.  My daughter deserves home-cooked meals.”

              “Mrs. McGucket-”

              “Young man, either you let me in or I force my way in.  Don’t let my visit start so poorly.”

              “I…”  Stan’s voice vanished at Mrs. McGucket’s stormy expression.  He swallowed.  “Come in.” Mrs. McGucket raised an eyebrow at him. “…Ma’am,” he added weakly.  He stood to the side.  Mrs. McGucket breezed past him, a warm wind following her and rattling the wall decorations.

              “Which room?” Mrs. McGucket called.

              “First one on the right,” Stan mumbled, half-hoping that she wouldn’t hear if he talked quiet enough.  There was no response, aside from a door opening and closing.

              I just let a legendary villain into my house and go wherever she wanted. Shit.  Stan sprinted after her.  He stopped by his bedroom and put his ear against the door.

              “So, this Stanley feller is quite the looker,” Mrs. McGucket’s voice said faintly.  Stan’s eyes widened.

              “Ma, did ya really come all this way to gossip?” Angie asked.  Mrs. McGucket chuckled.

              “No.  But ya can’t blame me fer wantin’ to have an idea of what my grandkids might look like. Which is cute as the dickens, judgin’ from their parents.”

              “Ma!” Angie protested.

              Holy shit, Angie’s mom thinks I’m cute?  What do I do with this information?

              “Stanley?  What are you doing?”  Stan peeled himself off the door and spun around to face his twin brother.

              “Nothin’,” he fibbed.  Ford fully stepped out of his room.

              “Really?  Because it looked like you were eavesdropping on Angie.”

              “I wasn’t eavesdropping on Angie,” Stan scoffed.  Ford crossed his arms.  “I was eavesdropping on her and her mom.”  Ford’s jaw dropped.

              “Her mom?  Sirocco is here?  The Sirocco?  The one Mom considered her biggest enemy, as well as ‘the one who got away’?”

              “Yeah.”

              “Holy-”  Ford stared at Stan’s closed door.  “If Mom ever finds out about this, she’ll be pissed.”

              “I know.  But if I didn’t let her in, she would’ve just broken down the door.”

              “That is the most likely scenario,” Ford admitted.  Stan’s door opened.  Stan hurriedly stepped away.

              “Don’t eat it all at once, okay?” Mrs. McGucket said to Angie.

              “I won’t, Ma.”

              “Good.  And don’t let these boys have any of it, either.  If they try, let me know.  I’ll put the fear of God in ‘em,” Mrs. McGucket said firmly.  Angie chuckled.  “You rest well, junebug.”  Mrs. McGucket closed the door.

              “Junebug?” Stan queried.

              “That’s Angie’s childhood nickname,” Mrs. McGucket said.  She glanced at Ford.  “Stanford, I presume?”

              “Yes, ma’am,” Ford said softly.

              “Leave us be.  I want a word with Stan.”  Stan met Ford’s eyes and silently pleaded for him not to leave Stan alone with Mrs. McGucket.

              “Actually, ma’am, Stan was going to help me with-” Ford started.

              “No, he wasn’t,” Mrs. McGucket said.  “Or, if he was, he won’t now.”  She handed Ford the tote bag she was holding.  “Go put those in the fridge so they don’t spoil.”  She grabbed Ford’s wrist.  “And don’t you dare eat a single crumb.  It’s all fer Angie.”

              “Yes ma’am,” Ford squeaked.  He shot Stan an apologetic look before scurrying away.

              Great.

              “Stanley,” Mrs. McGucket said shortly.  Stan swallowed.  “We need to have us a conversation.”  Her ominous tone was exactly what Stan used to imagine when his mom told him about Sirocco.

              “Mom, look!” Stan said gleefully.  His mother, just returned from hero patrol, looked over at him. Bright green and blue fire danced across his fingers.  Ma Pines strode over to him and pinched his cheek.

              “Lookit you!” she enthused.  Stan grinned. “You’re gonna be quite the hero someday. You’re only twelve, but you’ve got a better hand on your powers than I had on mine when I was sixteen.”  Stan’s grin broadened.  “But you still need to focus on your control.”  Stan’s grin was wiped away.

              “What?” he asked.  Ma Pines nodded at Stan’s left hand.  Flames were beginning to lick down his arm, heading for his sleeve.  Stan shook his hands and the fire dissipated.

              “Sweetie, if you wanna hold up against someone like Sirocco, you need absolute control,” Ma Pines said.  Stan crossed his arms.

              “Well, I probably won’t run into someone like her when I’m a hero. Aerokinesis is rare.  You told me that.”

              “As a hero, you need to be prepared for anything and everything.”

              “Hmph.”  Stan looked away, still steaming about how quickly Ma Pines moved on from complimenting his new trick.  “Whatever.”

              “Stanley, I’m just preparing you for the real world,” Ma Pines said.  Stan huffed.  “Stanley.”

              “Seriously, though, what are the odds I’d ever fight an aerokinetic villain? It’s not gonna be a thing I have to worry about.  You’re just obsessed with Sirocco,” Stan muttered.  He froze, his eyes wide at the realization that he had gone too far.

              “Stanley. Look at me.”  Stan reluctantly looked at his mom.  She didn’t seem nearly as upset as he’d expected.  “I’m not obsessed.  I’m doing my job.”

              “There are plenty of villains who just sorta stopped committing crimes.  You never bothered to try to track them down. But Sirocco disappeared when I was like, three.  And you’re still trying to find her.”

              “Yes.  I am.” Ma Pines took a seat on the couch. She patted the cushion next to her. Stan reluctantly joined her.  “Sirocco’s not like the Rat Boy or those other Z-listers who dropped out because they couldn’t make it big so it wasn’t worth it to wear a mask anymore.  She’s legitimately dangerous.”

              “How dangerous?” Stan asked, curious.

              “At least fifteen people have disappeared due to her,” Ma Pines said. Stan’s jaw dropped.

              “Really?”

              “I can’t confirm the exact number and I can’t confirm that she was exclusively to blame,” Ma Pines elaborated.  “But I have a gut feeling about it.  And what do heroes do with their gut feelings?”

              “Trust ‘em.”

              “Exactly.”  Ma Pines ruffled Stan’s hair.  “Sirocco has made a lot of good, hard-working people suffer.  She’s made high-profile politicians disappear under mysterious circumstances.  And she’s managed to face zero consequences for it.  We never caught her long enough to make her spend even five minutes behind bars.  We never unmasked her.”  Ma Pines’ face twisted with disgust.  “Sirocco is the one who got away.  Not just from me.  From justice. That’s why I’m still trying to find her. So that she can finally deal with the consequences of her actions.”

              “She sounds bad.”

              “Oh, she is.”  Ma Pines sighed.  “And to think, I offered her a million times the opportunity to join the good guys. Fight for truth, justice, and the American way.  But she never took me up on it.”

              “Why would you ask her to become a hero, if she was such a bad villain?”

              “Everyone deserves a shot at redemption.  Remember that.”  Stan nodded silently.  “Not to mention, if I’d ever got through to her, she’d have made a damn fine hero.” Ma Pines smiled faintly.  “Such a powerful super.  I once watched her create a tornado on her own and demolish an entire block of buildings.”  Stan’s jaw dropped.

              “Wow.”

              “Yes.”

              “D’ya think I’d be able to take on someone as powerful as Sirocco, when I’m a hero?” Stan asked.  Ma Pines smiled at him.

              “Of course you can, sweetie.”  She pinched his cheek.  “As long as you keep practicing.  Got it?” Stan nodded.  “Good.  Now, were there any other new tricks you learned that you wanna show me?”

              “Stanley, let’s talk in here,” Mrs. McGucket said, jerking her head in the direction of Ford’s room.

              “Uh, that’s Ford’s room.”

              “Well, Angie’s in yours.  And she explicitly told me to go easy on ya, so I’d hate fer her to hear me do the opposite,” Mrs. McGucket replied.  Stan’s veins filled with ice.  She sighed heavily.  “Don’t worry, I won’t physically harm ya.  You are my grandchildren’s father.  Now, come along.”  She went into Ford’s room.  Stan silently followed.  “The door?” Stan closed the door. Immediately, Mrs. McGucket pinned Stan against the door, her arm pressed across Stan’s throat.

              “Mrs. M-” Stan started.  Mrs. McGucket’s eyes hardened.

              “I’ll speak first, young man,” she snarled.  “You listen, and you listen good.  If you so much as think about abandonin’ my daughter after sneakin’ yer way into her life like this, yer grave won’t be found.  Same goes for up and leavin’ the babies.”

              “I wouldn’t dream of-”

              “And if ya try to convince her to leave villainy or tell ya ‘bout her coworkers, well, we won’t quite bury ya, but ya might wish we had.  There’s honor among thieves.  We don’t turn, we don’t snitch.”

              “I-”

              “I ain’t finished,” Mrs. McGucket snapped.  “The last thing I need to tell ya is that while I promised my daughter I wouldn’t kill ya or make ya disappear until the babies come, I made no such promises ‘bout mutilation or maiming.”  Stan could smell smoke.  Mrs. McGucket rolled her eyes.  “Turn off yer hair, boy.”  

              Fuck.  Stan silently turned off his flaming locks.  Mrs. McGucket increased the pressure against Stan’s throat.

              “Do ya understand me, Stanley Pines?”

              “Yes,” Stan said in a strangled voice.

              “Good.”  Mrs. McGucket released Stan, then turned around, walked away, and sat at Ford’s desk. She nodded at Ford’s bed.  “Sit.”

              “Look, I-”

              “Did I say you could speak?” Mrs. McGucket asked sharply.  Stan closed his mouth with a snap and did as he was told. Mrs. McGucket looked over at the door. She let out a soft chuckle.  “You left a mark in the wood, there.  Pyros like yourself should be more careful. Practice control.”

              “No shit,” Stan retorted.  “My mom’s been telling me that for years.”  His eyes widened.

              I was just snippy with a career villain who regularly beat up Mom. Dammit, her laugh sounded just like Angie’s.  It threw me off.  Mrs. McGucket raised an eyebrow.

              “Good.”  Stan blinked.

              “Huh?” he asked.

              “Even after I threatened ya and got ya to cave to me, ya still have some fight in ya.”

              “You- you’re happy I was rude to you?”

              “Yes and no.”  Mrs. McGucket daintily crossed her legs.  “I ain’t pleased to be talked back to.  But I’m pleased to know ya have the capacity to talk back after bein’ told off.  If you and Angie want to be effective co-parents, that’s necessary.”  Mrs. McGucket sighed softly.  “You’ve prob’ly picked up by now that my daughter’s a bit of a steamroller.”

              “Yeah.”

              “She always has been.”  Mrs. McGucket shook her head.  “Stubborn as a mule, that girl.  Honestly, she got it from me.  Her father’s much more willin’ to compromise than I am.”

              “Don’t worry, I’m just as stubborn,” Stan said, grinning.  Mrs. McGucket nodded.

              “I’m glad to hear that.  ‘Cause with Angie, only folks as stubborn as her can get her to back down on somethin’. Can be a halfway decent team with her. And if the two of ya want to be good parents, ya need to be a good team.”  Mrs. McGucket waved a hand airily.  “Anyone can be good parents.  Don’t matter if yer married, dating, friends, or even just acquaintances.  What defines good parents is the ability to be a good team.”

              “You’re not- you don’t care that we aren’t married?  Or even dating?” Stan asked, surprised.

              “In a sense, I do.  I’d much prefer my grandkids to have been created out of love, not lust.  I’d also like my grandkids to not be bastards. But I recognize the most important thing here.  That those kids get raised right.  And the only way to raise those kids is if the folks who raise ‘em work as a team. You realize what that means, right?”

              “Uh…”  Stan rubbed the back of his neck.  “I’m not much of a team…player.  I mean, I did boxing in high school, not baseball.”

              “Teamwork don’t just mean team sports,” Mrs. McGucket said impatiently. “It means workin’ together. Counteractin’ weaknesses with strengths. Compromising.  Fer example, religion.”  Stan frowned at her.  “That’ll be one regard in which ya need to compromise.  We’re Catholic, and we feel very strongly about that.  But it wouldn’t be right to deny yer kids half of their heritage.  So whether yer Episcopalian, Baptist, Lutheran-”

              “Jewish,” Stan mumbled.  Mrs. McGucket stopped, her eyes wide.

              “Yer Jewish?”

              “I don’t really practice, but, uh, yeah.”

              “Oh.  Goodness.” Mrs. McGucket covered her eyes with one hand.  “I’m so sorry.”

              “Huh?”

              “It didn’t even occur to me that you wouldn’t be Christian.  That was wrong of me.  I need to be more open-minded.”

              “Huh?” Stan repeated.  Mrs. McGucket removed her hand.  She met his gaze with a plaintive look.

              “I shouldn’t have assumed you were Christian.  I apologize fer that.”

              “…Oh.  It’s- it’s nothing.  Most people think- and like I said, I don’t really practice, so-”

              “Still.”  Mrs. McGucket drummed her fingers on Ford’s desk.  “I’ll have to learn how to cook kosher.”

              “Huh?”

              “Is that the only thing you can say, boy?” Mrs. McGucket snapped.  Her tone was agitated, but not vicious.  “I was just sayin’ the kids need to be exposed to both sides of their heritage.  If they’re half-Jewish, that means abidin’ by Jewish law.  So if I want to make things fer my grandkids – which I do – I need to make sure it’s kosher.”

              “It’s not-”  Stan cut himself off.

              Stop arguing.  She said she might maim you five minutes ago and now she’s being nice.  Don’t make her go back to threats.

              “Thank you,” Stan said quietly.

              “No need to thank me.  It’s common decency to respect others’ heritage and religion,” Mrs. McGucket said briskly.  She pointed at Stan.  “This is the exact thing ya need to be stronger ‘bout.  Don’t cave just ‘cause it ain’t important to you.  It’s important to Angie.  That means it’s somethin’ you should also consider important. Anything important to either of ya is worth havin’ a conversation over.  You don’t want to decide later on that what you thought wasn’t important to you actually is.”

              “I…”  Stan trailed off.

              I thought I didn’t care about the religion thing, but now that I think about it, I kinda like the idea of taking the kids to temple.  Throwing them a bar mitzvah.  Celebrating Hanukkah with them.  A faint smile played around Stan’s mouth.

              “See?  You do care. You just didn’t realize,” Mrs. McGucket said.  She got up. Stan stood as well.

              “Are you leaving?” he asked.

              “I have work to do back home.”

              “I’ll walk you out.”

              “I know the way.”  Mrs. McGucket strode to the door and opened it, revealing Ford standing nervously in the hallway.  “Hello, Stanford.”

              “Mrs. McGucket,” Ford mumbled.  Mrs. McGucket looked back at Stan.

              “This won’t be the last conversation I have with you.  You and Angie both have a lot to learn ‘bout what it takes to be good parents.”

              “I think we can figure it out on our own,” Stan said.  Mrs. McGucket grinned crookedly.

              That’s Angie’s smile.  I wonder if either of the kids will get that little shit-eating grin.

              “That confidence is misplaced.  But it’s a good color on you, Stanley.”  She left, a warm breeze following her.  “Goodbye, junebug!” she called as she walked away.  There was a muffled goodbye from Stan’s room.  Ford looked at Stan.

              “You’re not dead,” he remarked.  Stan raised an eyebrow.

              “Wow, how’d you guess?”

              “Smartass,” Ford muttered.  He glanced at his door briefly, then did a double-take.  “Stanley, what did you do to my door?”

[ladyshandioftheendless]

~KISS AU writings 8~

THIS ONE HAS BEEN A LONG TIME COMING!! There’s apparently been a lot of anticipation for it too so here we go!! 

~Shandi

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~EXOTIC DANCER AU~

Featured Pairing: Bruce Kulick/Paul Stanley

Special Guests: Gene Simmons, Eric Carr, Ace Frehley, Peter Criss, Vinnie Vincent

Summary: Bruce’s friends take him to a gentleman’s club for his birthday. He falls hard for one of the dancers..and things go off the rails~ (told from Bruce’s POV)

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SURPRISE!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BRUCE!!

I laugh as I’m showered with confetti as soon as I come through my door. Eric comes up and straps a party hat to my head. This was totally unexpected! I bet they’d been planning this for weeks! They guide me to my kitchen where there’s a huge pizza and a beautiful birthday cake waiting on the table. The living room is decorated with balloons, streamers, colorful plates and napkins. I can’t believe they did all of this for me! I’m not going to cry! 

Ace goes into my fridge and pulls out a big case of beer. “Can’t have a party without the party favors!” he said with his usual maniacal cackle. Gene shakes his head. “Just go easy on those cause we’ve got plans later. And if you get drunk I’m not taking you.” Plans? What’s he got in mind? Ace whines but eventually he agrees. These plans must be pretty damn great if it gets Ace to not drown himself in booze. I worry about him sometimes.. Eric distracts me by patting my back. “Cmon, birthday boy let’s get this party started!” 

We carry everything into the living room and set it all on the coffee table. Peter goes over to my tv to put in a movie. “I brought ‘the Godfather.’ It’s a great movie, you’re gonna love it!” Ohhhh, Peter and his love for gangster movies~ It’s a nice sentiment but I’m pretty sure nobody will pay attention except for me and him..and Eric. Cause he’s a nice guy like that~ Fortunately I was wrong. We all sat with our beers (Gene with his soda), and pizza with our eyes glued to the screen. I’d heard of this movie but I’d never actually seen it before. It was really good! Nothing gave Peter more joy than watching someone else enjoy the movies he enjoyed~ After the movie was over Eric went into the kitchen to grab a knife and candles. “It’s cake time!” After the candles were placed Ace took out his lighter to light them. They sing ‘Happy Birthday’ to me loudly and obnoxiously..just like I expected. Bunch of idiots. But they’re my idiots~ I blow out all the candles in one breath and they applaud. Eric hands me the knife. “Birthday boy gets the first piece!” I can’t wait to dig into it. It’s all chocolate. I can smell it..and it’s wonderful~ I cut out five pieces and put them on our plates. We spend the next couple of hours enjoying our cake and joking with each other. This has been the best birthday I’ve had in years~

Gene looks at his watch and grins. “Alright, gentlemen it’s time to go~ We gotta get there before all the good seats are gone.” Ace is already up on his feet and ready to go which startles the hell out of me. “About damn time! Lead the way, Genie!” Gene sighed. “Change first. We brought extra clothes for a reason.” I blink. When he sees my confusion Gene pats my shoulder. “It’s a very nice place..so we have to dress nice. I suggest a suit jacket and slacks.” Sounds fancy. And expensive. Also the fact that Gene is perfectly fine with spending that much money on me is not helping my case for not trying to cry. “O-okay. I’ll find something to change into.” I go to my room while the others take turns changing in the bathroom. Going through my closet I find the gray suit I wore to my brother’s wedding. This is perfect! Hoping it still fits I try it on. To my absolute relief it does. Taking off the jacket I take out a nice white button up shirt. I thought about wearing a tie but I decide against it. I don’t think we need to go that formal. Once we’re all done dressing we gather in the front hall. Gene picks up his keys. “We can all go in my car. I’ve got room for everyone. Birthday boy has shotgun~” I feel so special~ With a smile I let everyone out the door and lock up. Looks like it’s going to be a pretty interesting night~

When we reach our destination I see a long line of people waiting to get into some kind of club. “Is that where we were going? There’s no way we’re getting in there!” Gene parked the car and turned off the engine. “Relax, Bruce. I told you I’ve got it covered. Trust me~” When he says things like that I can’t bring myself to question him. We all get out and head straight for the entrance. Once the bouncers spot us I start getting nervous. They look like they’re ready to beat the hell out of all of us. Calm as ever Gene just takes out his wallet, opens it up and shows it to them. “Good evening. We have a reservation.” One of the bouncers narrows his eyes and looks closer, makes an expression of recognition and pulls the door open. “Good evening, Mr. Simmons.” he says. “Gentlemen, welcome to the Firehouse.” Ace was cracking up and smacking Gene on the back. “They know you by name, Genie? How many times have ya been here~?” Gene just reached back to put his wallet away. “If you really must know I just happen to have a VIP membership to this place. With it I can pretty much get anyone I bring with me in here for free so I figured why not~?” I’m just at a loss for words. Not to mention relieved that he actually didn’t have to spend ridiculous amounts of money to get us in. A high class place like this cannot be cheap. “I..I dunno what to say, Gene..except thank you~” I can tell Peter’s already taking a liking to his surroundings. I’m guessing this is his kind of place~ Eric looked a bit nervous but tried to play it off. I think as long as we stay with him he won’t get too overwhelmed. 

Gene guides us to the main lounge. The stage was lined with neon lights shaped to look like fire. The dance pole was of course made to look like one you’d see at a firehouse. Clever~ When we take our seats a very good-looking man comes over dressed in a skimpy gold fireman’s costume. “Good evening, gentlemen~ I’m Vinnie and I’ll be your server tonight~ Can I get you anything~?”

“How about a tall glass of you, baby~?” Ace said, leaning back in his chair and cackling with Peter joining him. Those two, I swear~ Whenever they get together craziness follows. Vinnie just took it all in stride. I’m sure he’s heard those kinds of comments before. Many times. “I’ve got the time if you’ve got the money, handsome~” Ace’s eyes went wide. He definitely wasn’t expecting that response~ “Why don’t you tell me what you’re worth~?” We all turn to stare at him, except Peter who’s still laughing his ass off. “What? Heeey..Brucie shouldn’t be the only one gettin’ the special treatment~” Vinnie was clearly amused at Ace’s eagerness. “Well..let me at least take your drink orders first before we get down to business~” We all order drinks, except Gene who asks for water. “Be right back~” Vinnie turned on his gold stiletto heels and walked off towards the bar. “Do you actually have the money, Ace?” Gene asked, leaning forward. “The ‘company’ here isn’t cheap you know. Some of these beauties cost up to $10,000 for a night.” My jaw drops. “Seriously?! I wouldn’t mind having some fun either but not if it’s going to bankrupt me!” Ace just waved us off. “Will you relax, Genie? I got it covered! That Vinnie’s lookin’ mighty fine and I want a piece of that tonight~”

A few minutes later Vinnie comes back with our drinks and sets them on our table before going over to Ace. “So what would you like~? It’s $1,000 if you want a private dance and $5,000 if you want my company for the night~” Ace is grinning from ear to ear as he gets up and wraps his arm around Vinnie’s shoulders. “Think I’m gonna go with option B, sweet thing~ Let’s go have some fun, hah~?” I can’t believe he’s doing this! Neither can Eric. We both just gawk at them as they leave. Peter on the other hand is beside himself. “Knock ‘im dead!” he shouts, waving until they’re out of sight. Gene picks up his glass and takes a sip. “I guess he’s finding his own way home tonight.” Before I can even fathom what the hell just happened the lights went out. The flames around the stage glowed brighter and a spotlight shined down on the dance pole. Looked like the show was finally starting! As soon as the music began everybody was clapping and scrambling to get closer to the stage. Apparently this dancer was very popular. I recognize the song right away and I have myself a little laugh. At least now I’m familiar with one other person who actually liked Queen’s Hot Space album~ The dancer sashayed down the dimly lit part of the stage to the song’s intro. Guys were attempting to lean over to get a closer look but the ‘flames’ were a pretty damn sufficient deterrent. 

Body Language

Body Language

Grabbing the pole the dancer pulled himself into the spotlight and hooked his leg around the pole, swaying his hips back and forth to the rhythm. The crowd was going wild and now I could see why. Holy shit, that dancer was sexy! He sparkled from head to toe in a rhinestone studded black bodysuit (with a large majority of those rhinestones covering his crotch) cut incredibly low in the front to reveal his entire torso, complete with a black leather collar and belt, studded with rhinestones that shaped stars. He had thick, curly hair the went down his back and bangs that framed his face just perfectly. A face that was covered in white makeup with a black star over his right eye and bright red lips. Wow..I don’t think I’ve ever seen an exotic dancer go that far with their makeup. But it was fascinating and impossible for me to take my eyes away.

Give me your body

Just give me your body

He slowly spun around the pole a few times, I think just to get a better look at his audience, who were already clamoring for his attention and holding out money in hopes that he’d take it from them. It was quite a spectacle. He ignored them of course, just to tease them further. I could see the smirk on his face as he pulled himself to the pole again and started grinding his pelvis against it. 

Give me your body

Don’t talk

Body Language

He moved up and down the pole with his legs spread apart, gyrating his hips while his hair flew about with every movement of his head. Damn, it was hot. Glancing around at the others I could see that they were just as mesmerized. I never thought anyone could command that much attention on a pole without even removing a single piece of clothing. 

Body Language

Body Language

He threw his head back, and he looked so damn good with his lips parted like that. Like he was giving himself the ultimate pleasure. 

You got red lips

Damn right he did~ He turned his head to look out at the crowd, tracing his upper lip with his tongue.

Snakes in your eyes

He leaned his head forward and threw it back again, making his curls fly everywhere.

Long legs 

Great thighs

He grabbed the pole with both hands and raised his leg high in the air. Only then did I notice he was wearing rhinestone studded platform heeled boots. How is he even doing that while wearing those?! They must weigh a ton!

You’ve got the cutest ass I’ve ever seen

Knock me down for a six any time

He turned his back to the crowd and swayed his hips again, showing off his beautiful ass to that hungry crowd. Oh, they were riled up now. Too bad they could look but they couldn’t touch. 

Look at me, I got a case of Body Language

Look at me, I got a case of Body Language..

The song was nowhere near over, but it began to fade out. What a cruel punishment. Give them a taste of what they want then cut them off and leave them begging for more. An excellent strategy to get them to pay more money. The dancer took the time to collect the money they desperately wanted to give him. They placed bills in his belt, in his boots, and if they were really lucky he’d lean down and they’d place bills inside of his suit. God, I wish I could give him money right now..cause he sure as hell earned it. As he moved off the stage the same way he came in, the entire place erupted in applause, us included. A voice suddenly blasted from the speakers. 

Alright, Firehouse!! Show your love for StarChild!!

So that’s what he’s called. Perfect name~ Since the show was over I figured we would all be leaving so I get up from my chair. Gene grabs my hand to stop me. “Hang on, Bruce..you’re not going anywhere just yet. You have a date with that dancer~” Wait. WHAT? I must’ve been hearing things! “I’m..what..?” Gene smiles and I can hear Peter and Eric snickering behind me. “That’s right~ A special little birthday gift from us to you~” I’m frozen. I can’t think. I can barely breathe. My brain is still trying to process what Gene has just told me. 

I am going to be spending the night with StarChild.

To be Continued!!

[spoiled-truth]

The Life and Times of Agent 22: Prologue

I’m only posting the prologue on Tumblr and FFN, all other chapters will be posted on FNN alone. I also hope to get an AO3 account, but we’ll see. Fingers crossed!

FNN: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13348380/1/The-Life-and-Times-of-Agent-22

Location: Anatidae, England

Year: 1944

Fingers breezed along the ivory keys, the wind pressing on the keys in perfect order. The sound was crisp yet blended together as I played with great spirit and forte. Allegro con spirito, it said up in the corner. Lively with spirit. It obviously started with forte volumes, what else would it start with? I had to shift now, quickly too. No hairpin was marked under the notes. Piano, it noted. Time didn’t exist right now, it was frozen, if anything. I shifted the volume and played the notes with the precise softness that was inked on the paper. My right hand jerked over to play the higher notes.

I didn’t want to look back, but if I could, the image that flashed in my mind for a split second consisted of everyone there sitting in their seats, speechless. The babies no longer wailing, the kids no longer chasing each other, only my fingers that flew on the keys. The mothers would stop gossiping among each other and the few fathers that attended were wide awake, in a trance. My trance.

Legato, it said.  If everyone wasn’t impressed already, then get ready for them to feel the warmth and embrace that is time slowing to a stop. With the lifting of my hands, I slammed them down into a strong forte transition and forced my fingers to not lift up, not once. They were only allowed to slide along from key to key.

Beakhoven was one of, if not the most influential pianists of all time. His pieces always conveyed deep emotions that bled into your body. He could flip the mood of his music on a half penny. One moment the notes could be energetic and sharp, the next moment heavy and almost romantic, pick the energy and brisk pace back up and end it off with a somber conclusion. That alone would’ve been enough for me to pick up the third movement of Moonlight Sonata without a second thought. The message you send to your audience is also controlled by you and not the notes. How you manipulate each and every fragile note can be the difference between a hasty, shattered performance or an uplifting, delicate one. You can even fool people into thinking they can rest, silence covering them like a woolen blanket, and out of nowhere you pick the music back up in the most magnificent way. The main reason I chose this alongside Beakhoven’s masterful crafting of the notes in the particular piece is if you play your cards right you could practically manipulate your audience and make them feel however you wished them to feel.

If I’m honest, no, I can’t. I need to focus on one thing and one thing only. One of my fingers faltered and shifted to the wrong key. A growl rumbled in my throat. My eyes shifted back over to the keys as I got my hands back on track and my wondering mind as well.

The music began to fade. Silence. What was going on? Did I freeze up? Where was I? It didn’t feel right. My ears rang as the music escaped the small quarters.

Clap. Clap. Clap, clap, clap, clap.

Applause filled my ears. Had I finished? I turned around to face the judges, still unsure as to what happened. They didn’t look pleased. They always looked displeased, right? It wasn’t just me? I didn’t let my fear show. I got up and waited for the judges to say something. While waiting, I performed a quick bow to top off the performance.

The judges turned to one another and began to whisper among themselves. While waiting, I stood in my poise position, only looking around with my eyes. Other than my competitors, there was only one other kid I could spot out in the crowd. His name was Winfred. Winfred Arkwing. I could always feel him staring holes into the my back whenever I performed. Of course, I was so into my performance that I would never notice the spine shivering sensation until after I finished my piece.

We made eye contact, his eyes darting away from me immediately. I continued to scan the crowd in hopes of seeing my parents. It wasn’t that they didn’t care, far from it. My father worked to keep us at a comfortable amount while my mother made sure we were all warm and fed. My mother said that we would have more money if she could find a job that accepted her.

I remember first hearing that when I was five. Ever since then, people described me as persistant, a hard worker, an overachiever. I told myself that I was just trying my hardest to be my best. My parents wanted me to be the best and so did I.

“Miss Quacklin, the judges have spoken.” The three judges turned around to face me. I straightened my spine and kept my eyes wide open for their undivided attention.

The judge in the middle cleared his throat in the most elegant manner. “Points have been deducted from an incorrect note being played in the beginning at around the twenty-eighth measure.” His haughty voice began to fill my ears and bloat my head as I was being judged. It was to be expected and every time shame tried to knock me down I would kick it down and stand tall and mighty, hoping to learn from my mistakes and accidents. If I was going to be the best, I wouldn’t let my insecurities take over. Not now. Not ever.

Another judge by the name of Mr. Heronway adjusted his circular rimmed glasses which perched perfectly on his extended beak. “We also had to deduct points off for a wavering tempo. You either were too slow or too fast.” Swallowing suddenly became a difficult task. My throat was parched and my small palms became slippery and clammy with cold sweat. It would be all over soon, I told myself.

Any judge could judge me, but everyone cowered in fear when Mr. Heronway walked into a room. Not only was he a judge for piano recitals, but a judge for everyone on anything and everything. He would scrutinize people’s outfits and the way they held themselves at extravagant parties. It was as though he wanted to be Tom Buchanan himself. He carried himself like he was old money because he was old money. Every recital he would make at least one contestant cry in front of the audience. Today wouldn’t be my day, no day would be my day to cry because of him. The most he ever does is push me off my pedal of confidence, which he did at every recital.

“However,” the third judge began, “you played every single note with precision and the music exactly how it was written.  You moved nearly everyone here.” Mr. Heronway turned his head in disgust at the sound of the judge complimenting my playing.

Mr. Heronway squinted his eyes and pierced my eyes. “You may take a seat now.” So I did.

Everyone got up for a fifteen minute break while the judges determined who would wear cobalt, scarlet, and ivory ribbons. While waiting, I decided to catch a fresh breath of air. Without anyone’s knowledge, I slipped out of the room and to the outdoors where the rough bricks scratched my bare arms under my feathers.

The sound of the front door opening alerted me to the only person who would’ve followed me outside. “Well, well, well. Ready to be placed in my shadow once again?” Barbara Heronway used to be just a classmate that I knew. Ever since we saw each other at piano recitals, however, all of that changed. She began to despise me even though she would land first place every time. My parents told me that she was just jealous of me. Whenever my parents said that I would always stop and wonder. If that really was the case, then why would she be jealous at someone who never achieved first place?  

I decided to not respond. Instead, I turned away from her and took in the crisp autumn scenery that played before my eyes.

“Uh, hello?” Barbara said. “I’m talking to you!”

I glanced over and made quick eye contact with her. “Yeah, I know.”

She huffed. “So why aren’t you responding to me?”

I cocked an eyebrow. “Aren’t I doing that now?”

Barbara growled as I turned my whole body to face her. “Whatever!” With that, she stomped off. I shrugged before following her back in. It was getting a bit chilly anyway.

While warming up inside, time didn’t appear to go any faster. In fact, it went at a rather slow pace. Fifteen minutes felt like hours. Without anyone to talk to, I stood around and wandered here and there within the building.

“Excuse me, miss. Vhat is your name?” A tall, slender duck with messy feathers that clearly needed to be preened out approached me. Despite his messy appearance he had an aura of high class and importance.

“Why should I tell you?” I inquired.

The man grinned. “The name’s Ludwig Von Drake. I am here to vind students for ze Saint Canard Academy!”

“Never heard of it,” I told him.

“Vell,” he began, “that’s vecause not a lot of people make it in vere!”

I rolled my eyes. “Look, if you’re trying to ‘be my friend’ you’re making yourself work too hard,” I said.

He looked around before leaning in to whisper to me. “Your pavents alveady know.”

I backed up to distance myself away from him. “Uh huh, sure. Look, just let me get my ribbon and be gone, okay?”

He shrugged. “Okay vhen.” He walked out of the building and it felt as though he was never there in the first place.

The sound of chatter fading away caught my attention as people began to file back into the room. I followed suit and took my seat in the front row with other recitalists. The amount of people talking decreased quickly as the judges walked up to the stage where the large, ebony grand piano sat.

Mr. Heronway cleared his throat. “The judges have spoken,” he said. “In third place is Catherine Canvasback with Clair de Lune.” The young duck walked up and claimed her pasty white ribbon with “3rd” embroidered in gold threading on the front.

Mr. Heronway pinched the silky red ribbon with his fingers, “2nd” embroidered in gold threading on the front. And while my name wasn’t literally embroidered on the ribbon as well, I probably wouldn’t have noticed any difference if it was. “In second place is Bentina Quacklin with Moonlight Sonata Third Movement.” I stood up with haste and grabbed the ribbon quickly. At this point, I knew how the rest of it went.

Mr. Heronway bent over and grabbed the bright blue ribbon with “1st” embroidered in gold threading on the front daintily. “In first place is Barbara Heronway with Étude Opus Ten Number Forty.” Barbara walked up to the stage in perfect motion. I could almost see the nearly invisible strings that were tied to her and the shadowed figure above controlling her every move. Perhaps she practiced her walk up to the stage more than her piece. Despite the fast paced piece, I sat there and picked out all her errors with ease. The whole room could feel them, and yet she won first place. At first, I always wondered how and why Barbara managed to squeeze her way into first place. But now it was a matter of when would she not get first place, and the answer to that question is a simple, “never.”

She grabbed the ribbon and walked off the stage. The judges concluded the recital and everyone dispersed. I neatly folded up the red ribbon and walked towards home. The journey there wasn’t too long. We didn’t live on the outskirts of the forest or anything crazy like that. It was more of a maze through all of the houses to find our house.

I eventually found my way and opened the door. “Mum, dad, I’m home!” I called out, shutting the door behind me.

“I assume you got second place, Ventina?”

I froze where I was and scanned the area. Out of the corner of my eye a smokey grey jacket poked out. My eyes darted over to see Ludwig Von Drake.

“What are you doing here?” I groaned out.

A set of footsteps was heard. “Now Bentina, that’s no way to treat a guest.” Mum came walking out with a fresh loaf of bread.

I sighed. “Mum, he tried talking to me at my recital and now he somehow found where we live?”

Ludwig turned to look at me and said, “Remember saying something about alveady telling your parents?”

I looked over to my mother, my father now there as well, in hopes of figuring out what was going on.

“Oh yes, Mr. Drake told us about Saint Canard Academy!” my mum gushed. “He said that you would be a great student there!”

I turned over to dad. “Please tell me you’re not in this!” I begged.

“Are you kidding?” he said. “Bentina, this is a prestigious school! You should feel honored by the fact that Mr. Drake thinks you’re qualified to attend!”

“What?” I choked out. “You’ve got to be kidding me!”

“I vunderstand you not tvusting me in the beginning,” he said, “but I don’t understand vhat makes me so suspicious to you now.”

I glared at him. “You’re not making yourself look any better,” I told him bluntly.

“Bentina Quacklin! That is no way to treat a guest!” mum repeated. “Anyway, dinner’s ready.” Mum looked over at Mr. Drake while I took at seat on the opposite side of him. “I am so sorry for the way Bentina’s acting. She’s usually much more well behaved than this.”

Mr. Drake chuckled. “It’s alvight. It’s good that she doesn’t tvust strangers vwight away.”

My mum chuckled as she placed the food down with delicacy and femininity. I never understood how mum could do everything so gracefully. I wanted to be like mum; graceful, beautiful, powerful.

Despite idolizing my own mother, I had a hard time concentrating on the topic. That stupid Ludwig von Drake and his “prestigious academy” was taking up all the space in my head. Why was he so persistent? Why me specifically? What was this academy even about? What did they specialize in? Did they have a music program?

“Bentina, sweetie,” mum piped up. I shook my head and looked directly at her. “Ludwig is talking to you.”

Oh, him.

“Sorry, I was thinking,” I said bluntly. I reached over and spooned myself a small serving of the hot casserole before sitting back down.

“Zhat is qvuite alright, missy,” he said. Don’t call me missy, I growled internally. Externally, however, I kept my beak shut. “Zhe Saint Canard Academy is a private school zhat has only the most highly qualified and trained professors from all around ze world!”

I poked at my food as I stared at him. “What does this ‘academy’ specialize in?” I asked.

“I’m glad you asked!” Ludwig chimed. “Saint Canard specializes primarily in academics. However, vwe also have a music program vhich I think you more zhan qualify for.”

A music program? Finally, something about this academy that piqued my interests. I looked around and  it was a little more than obvious that my parents picked up on my shift.

“See, sweetie? It’s not as bad as you think!” dad said, entering himself into the conversation. “And, as another plus, all of your schooling is paid for! How spectacular is that?”

Paid for? All of it? That didn’t sound right, especially for a private academy. “Are you sure about that?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Of course! Even ze aeroplane trip is covered,” Ludwig explained casually.

“Wait what?” I said, nearly choking on my bite of food. “What aeroplane trip?”

“Oh, yes! I forgot to tell you!” Ludwig said.

“Tell me what?” I asked, eager to find out what he oh so conveniently forgot to bring up.

“Zhat zhis academy is in zhe United States!” Ludwig said.

Wait, so this academy that Ludwig wants me to attend is in another country entirely? I would have to leave my parents behind just to attend this school? I wasn’t so sure on the idea now. My passion in music wasn’t worth leaving my parents behind.

“Don’t be discouraged, though,” Ludwig said, as though he was reading my mind, “because you’ll be able to fly back and zee your parents during any breaks we have.”

That may have lifted some weight off of my shoulders, but only a little bit. Just like that, I had no appetite. My nerves had taken over me. The food on my plate no longer looked appealing. All I wanted to at this point was either practice on the piano or go to bed early. Really early, in this case.

I heard my mother sigh in sympathy. “When does she have to decide?” she asked Ludwig.

“Oh, she has until next veek,” Ludwig answered. My mum nodded and turned to look at me. Unsure of what she wanted from me, I shrugged and pushed my plate away from me.

“I’m not hungry,” I mumbled, sliding out of my seat.

“Okay, sweetie,” my father said. “I understand.”

As I walked out of the dining room and up the stairs to my bedroom, I could hear chatting. I could recognize the voices as my parents’ and Ludwig’s voices. However, I wasn’t able to make out any words. It didn’t matter anyway, I just needed some time to think. I really didn’t want to go. I wanted to stay here with my parents. Besides, why is this academy so special? It’s like any other abroad academy and I didn’t want to go to any of those either. But my parents would understand me, right?

It’s not like they would make me go to the academy.

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Saving you from yourself

WELCOME TO BAKUKAMI WEEK! Day 1 (Part one): Training.  Summary:  Class 1-A is having kidnapping training and Kaminari helps Bakugo through his traumatic recollections, even at his own suffering. Read on Ao3.  ___________________________________________________________ "We're going to be doing Kidnapping training," Aizawa said, first thing when he walked into the classroom. All students tensed, staring at him.

"We're what?" Yaoyorozu asked, leaning to the side slightly and glancing at Bakugo. He had been kidnapped over the last summer, from the training camp, and she was sure they had to coincide.

"You guys are doing kidnapping training today. More specifically, you're going to learn how to escape, and then you're going to run through a simulation. All of your classes have been canceled, otherwise. Your parents already signed a waiver for you, approving you all to do this, but if you want to back out now, no one will blame you."

Aizawa looked over the class and grinned when no one took him up on his offer. "Good. Any questions?"

Three hands went up. Iida, Kaminari, and Midoriya.

"Iida, you first."

"What exactly will be the simulation, sir?"

"I'm glad you asked. First, you're going to be kidnapped and taken to a building off campus for the actual exercise, where you will be informed of the scenario we have planned for you, then you will be divided into groups, and your priority from there is to escape. Your kidnappers will have three goals: One, get the information from you. Two, use you as ransom to get their ally out of jail. Three, convince you to do something for them. If any of these are accomplished, they win. You lose." Aizawa looked over his class, still seeing Kaminari and Midoriya's hands up, "Midoriya?"

"Mr. Aizawa, why are we doing this? Isn't it a second-year trial?" 

That question was expected, so Aizawa sighed tiredly. "Normally, it is. But, it's been moved up to first years from here on out. Even if some of our hero course students don't become heroes, and some students leave after the first year, we're going to prepare you all for the real world. In the real world, people get kidnapped regardless of if they are a hero or citizen. Kaminari."

Kaminari bit his lip, glancing at Bakugo. "Sir, does this have anything to do with what happened at the training camp?"

There was silence. Kaminari had a nasty habit he shared with Bakugo of saying what was on people's minds. Bakugo said what was on his own, Kaminari tended to say what was on everyone else's.

"Yes. However, it was already in preparation after the USJ attack, so I don't want to hear anyone yelling at anyone else."

Yaoyorozu and Uraraka's hands went up.

"Uraraka."

"Mr. Aizawa, by kidnap--"

"I mean you will all be either knocked out, restrained, or otherwise taken down to be brought. This is training, and it will be an exercise. At any point other than your debriefing you will be allowed to attempt to escape, and your score will be taken off of how well you do." 

Half the class gulped. Bakugo had been suspiciously quiet, and Yaoyorozu's hand went down. 

"Everyone got it? Good. Go change into your gym uniforms and meet me in the gym in half an hour."

The class was surprisingly silent as they changed, and Bakugo knew why. He may act like he was all high and mighty and above it all, but even he couldn't make it out of that situation without some mental scarring. He knew it was his fault that it had been moved up. Why? Why him? He didn't wish it on any of his other classmates, but he hoped he wouldn't end up paired with Deku. Maybe one of his squad members would be good. In the best case, Kaminari. He could say Kaminari had all the information then get him to go stupid and so he would be non-verbal for an hour. But that would also mean he would be useless to him. Getting paired with someone like Kirishima as well would be good. With Ashido she could melt through any forms of restraint, and Sero would be able to help him get out of the actual building and restrain their captures. 

As he planned the different forms of attack, Bakugo realized that Aizawa was a part of this operation. No one could rely on their quirks, in that case. He noticed Kaminari out of the corner of his eye lingering behind. Soon, it was just the two of them in the changing room, and Bakugo walked over to the spaced-out teen.

"What's fucking wrong, Sparky?" He asked, and Kaminari jumped slightly, his body lighting up in sparks. He knew the other boy wasn't good at holding his composure, and especially not at containing electricity.

"I... Uh. Man, this is so stupid-"

"Nothing is that damn stupid."

"It's just. I don't want to. To end up being thrown under the bus, ya know?" Kaminari glanced at Bakugo, knowing they had the time to talk.

"You can still back out if you wanna be a wimp." Bakugo shrugged, and Kaminari clenched his hands, shaking.

"It's different, Bakugo. I'm not wimping out. I'm scared. I know if I get paired with someone they're just going to say I have information and I'll end up short-circuiting, going stupid, and I'll be useless." Kaminari looked down, his face pink, "I don't mind going stupid if it's something useful, but. It's painful. It's physically painful, and it's terrifying." 

"I don't fucking know what you feel when you go stupid, but I also fucking know that it's possible you won't get the chance." 

"What do you mean by that?" Kaminari turned around, his hair falling in front of his face.

"I mean, Aizawa's going to be there. He knows whoever ends up with you is going to figure it out. He'll get rid of your quirk. For now, don't worry about it; We have to learn how to escape first."

Kaminari smiled a bit, blushing. It made him feel better, despite that he hadn't figured it out himself. "Thanks, Bakugo. You're not all bad, ya know?"

"Who the fuck says I'm bad?!"

"Alright. First thing's first, we're going to go through the main ways of restraining someone that will be used against them and how to beat them," Aizawa pointed to the items laid out in front of everyone, "And we won't be using quirks to aid in the escaping." He picked up a clunky piece of metal, shaped like a v and it seemed to cover the hands. Bakugo took in a sharp breath, however silent it may be. "You may recognize this from the sports festival. It's almost unbreakable, almost inescapable. These are used in high-class facilities to restrain dangerous people if a straight jacket doesn't work."

He turned to his class, "Any ideas on how one would get out of this? Remember, your hands are immobile while restrained with this."

Kaminari knew, glancing away. He couldn't say what it was, or he'd look too smart. Or it might come off as incriminating, considering they were likely looking for a traitor to explain the villain attacks. 

Iida, Todoroki, and Yaoyorozu raised their hands. Aizawa picked Todoroki.

"On the back, there is a small hole. If you hit it hard enough with your knee, it breaks a latch, and that presses into your restraint. It will cut your skin, but it will give enough leverage for someone to pry it apart, where the entire mechanisms will begin breaking."

Aizawa grinned, and Kaminari clutched at his arms, shaking slightly and thankful he was behind Ojiro and Iida, where no one would notice. He'd grown up with villains, been born into it, and he'd been rescued from it at the age of seven, but he remembered the crazy training his parents had forced him to endure. He knew how to get out of all of these restraints. Handcuffs? Take a shim, or a bobby pin, and shove it into the lock mechanism, tighten about four clicks, then once it's sufficiently in there, you can pull it right off. Or, pick the lock or break the open rivet. Zip ties? Either a blade or a kevlar string. Usually hidden in shoelaces, wear down the actual tie, and bam you're out. Rope? Find a loose strand and work your way through, also useful with a blade. Duct tape was even more comfortable, if your hands were tied in front of you then even biting down on edge can rip it enough to start being able to get you out with a turn of the wrists. 

He even knew the easiest way to get these snuck in was usually under a bandage, or hidden in the shoes. Kaminari had once been forced to escape the trunk of a car, by using the emergency unlock in the trunk of a modern vehicle, digging into the actual lock of an older car, and kicking in the back seat. 

On the high, elbow covering versions of the restraint Aizawa was showing, there was a release latch between the arms, and you had to be flexible to get your foot there to kick it hard enough for it to release, but it was possible, as Aizawa was demonstrating. 

Kaminari couldn't focus, though he knew he needed to. He had some bobby pins in his pocket, and he slipped them into his hair carefully, so as not to seem suspicious. When it came to his turn to escape the restraints, he was shaking so much with the entire class's eyes on him he could barely get the shim into the clicker. Eventually, he did, and the robots brought in the boxes with the supplies. Aizawa left the room, telling the students to hide them on their persons.

Everyone stared at Kaminari when he walked towards the first aid kit after taking his supplies, while everyone else was tucking them into their shoes or something. 

"Hey, Kaminari?" Ashido said, "You got hurt during that?"

"No, I just-" He opened the first aid kit, taking out the largest band-aids, "Needed a few of these. Sero, you can help, too." He smiled, and the smarter kids in class seemed to understand what he was doing. He was hiding the tools under the padded part of the adhesive, which would likely confuse the teachers. Despite this being training, it was something they could do. What teacher would take bandages off of a student?

Honestly, Kaminari had read it in a spy novel once, and he hoped the book would help him in this class. 

Sero seemed to get the idea, luckily, and everyone started taking the concept to heart. Not too many people could do it, or else risk raising suspicion, but Kaminari was happy he would be able to help. 

The five minutes they were given passed quickly, a sweet aroma filling the room. One by one, people fell unconscious, thanks to Midnight's quirk. 

Kaminari awoke in blackness, dimly lit by his own burning body. Oh no.

"Dammit-!" He swore, the bleariness in his eyes caused his head to hurt. 

"Keep the fucking noise down." He heard the owner of the voice right next to him. It was Bakugo.

"Hey, Bakugo? How're you feeling?" Kaminari whispered, noting the slight echo. Okay, there was space. Meaning they were probably in the back of a van.

"I'm fucking fine, dipshit. What about you?" Bakugo asked, though his breathing was labored and his voice tight, kicking at Kaminari lightly. They'd been improperly restrained, the need to move quickly causing sloppy work. Likely to impersonate how a villain might do it. The rope itched.

"I'm okay, I... Uh. I think they used some kind of quirk stopper? Is it just me or is it sweltering in here?"

"No, it's fucking warm,"

"Okay then, so no chance of some light?" Kaminari could feel the electricity in his body building to a crescendo, burning to escape. Usually, he'd let it go, the waves becoming too much to bear. It didn't usually hurt this bad, though he assumed his standard output being a reason for that. 

"What the fuck do you think, dumbass?" Bakugo hissed, causing Kaminari to roll his eyes. But before he could say anything, he could hear Bakugo's breathing getting faster and more shallow, could see Bakugo's outline shaking next to him. Right. Kaminari glanced down at his rope bindings, easily undoing the knot and not caring how incriminating it was. He reached out, to undo Bakugo's, and he heard Bakugo attempt to yell at him not to touch him, but it was panicked, and he sounded scared. More scared than anyone in their right mind should be, knowing it was just a test. Bakugo started kicking at him, pushing him away, and in his panic nearly kicked Kaminari in the face. Kaminari gently put his hands over Bakugo's, whispering, "It's okay. I'm just going to get the rope off; then we're gonna get out of here."

Bakugo started to relax, just a bit, and he stopped struggling. Kaminari made quick work of the knots, hearing Bakugo ask, "Where the hell did you learn so much about undoing rope...?"

"Oh, that? Yeah, this isn't my first time dealing with rope restraints." Kaminari blushed, realizing how he sounded, especially in front of someone as hot as Bakugo. "I-- Not in a- A kinky way, I mean. I just had to work through rope restraints as a kid on the regular; learned to pick a lock too." He heard Bakugo chuckle, and he finally got the ropes wholly undone. 

"That's the stupidest thing I've heard all damn day, Sparky." 

"You're very calm when you've been restrained," Kaminari said, receiving a light kick to the gut. He winced, but leaned over Bakugo and placed his left hand on the back of Bakugo's neck.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing, dumbass?" Bakugo growled out, and Kaminari responded simply.

"Do you want to be able to use your quirk, yes or no?"

"Fucking yes, duh."

"Then put up with this for just a minute, okay?"

"The fuck-" 

Kaminari summoned as much electricity as he could, his whole body getting covered in it. Quirk blockers, which caused burning, usually could be overcome if forced, but it took an incredible toll on the user's body. He could hear the buzzing and crackling, could see Bakugo's eyes widen-- Are those tear tracks on his cheeks?-- And he forced as much as he could directly to his fingertips. With any luck, it will fry the drivetrain, making the van pull over, and Kaminari knew it was enough to give Bakugo's quirk a boost while taking away the effect of the blocker. 

If the part of the brain which handled quirks went into overdrive, it sent out enough of the hormone which allows for quirk activation to overcome most blockers, so Kaminari knew this would work. But Bakugo' quirk will be more volatile until his hormones had evened out again Bakugo hissed in pain, the electricity running through his brain as Kaminari tasted blood, felt blood vessels burst and his nose start to bleed, every nerve in his body alight and thrumming. He wanted to scream. He wanted to cry, he could feel tears well up, but Kaminari had to finish what he'd started. Three seconds. That would be enough.

One.

Kaminari's neck burned, he was hissing, and his electricity was being sent out in such specific patterns he couldn't keep track of it. 

Two.

 Bakugo's hands started crackling, his body reacting to the stimulation, his body twitching as a squeal came from outside, the rear wheels slowing.

Three. 

Kaminari pulled his hand away from the twitching teen, and he started coughing badly, a metallic taste as blood dribbled out of his mouth, gasping for air which wouldn't come to his lungs, he couldn't focus, couldn't do anything aside from slump over against Bakugo, who had started yelling. Kaminari couldn't hear him, a high pitched ringing overtaking every other noise. He felt lightheaded, his vision brimming black. Somewhere, far away, he wondered if Bakugo was going to leave him here and escape, his chest tightening. What was this feeling?

Oh, right, suffocation. He shot a glance at Bakugo, who was helping to steady him, so he didn't choke on his blood, and with a smile he shakily gave him a thumbs up, not noticing how Bakugo's red eyes held worry, and he fell into unconsciousness. 

Kaminari woke up in short bursts if one could call it waking up. It felt like he was in a white world, walking alone. It was warm, cozy, like a good hug from someone he loved. As he walked, occasionally, voices would call out to him.

"He's gonna be okay, right?"

"I can't believe he did that! Idiot!"

"Kaminari will be fine; he just pushed himself too hard. I swear, you 1-A students have no sense of self-preservation. Maybe that should be your next lesson, Aizawa!"

"Denki... You need to fucking- Fucking wake up."

"I know you've had a crush on him for the last month, but... You need to rest. Your quirk got messed up during the training, ya know?"

"I fucking know, but- Argh! Fucking dammit!"

"Calm down! We're in the nurse's office!" 

"That's rich, considering Kaminari said something similar to you."

"Whatever- you don't intend to leave other than for class?"

"You can be damn sure of that."

Whenever a particularly harsh voice would speak, Kaminari could feel a warmth surrounding his hand, and a gentle kiss to the forehead. 

It felt nice.

Oh? Was the light getting brighter the more he walked? Kaminari glanced behind him, and, yes, it was getting brighter. It almost hurt to look at, but he kept walking like an invisible string was pulling him towards it.

He awoke to a bright light shining overhead. Wincing, he shut his eyes again, a beeping becoming more and more alert.

"Don't you fucking go back to sleep," A voice hissed, and Kaminari opened his eyes carefully, seeking out the sound.

"B... Bakugo?" He asked, not noticing how hoarse and scratchy his voice was.

"Yeah, it's me. What the fuck did you go and do that stupid, shitty thing for?" Bakugo asked, and Kaminari saw their hands were intertwined, almost like a couple. He remembered the kidnapping training and cringed at the memory.

"I. You were panicking, and I could help. I had to." He gasped.

"I didn't need to save me, fucking, dumbass!"

"But. I didn't save you? All I did was reactivate your quirk." Kaminari thought back, and, yes, that was all he had done. How was that saving someone? If anything, he'd made things worse since he had passed out.

"And I used my quirk to knock open the van doors. We fucking. Fucking passed." His grip on his hand tightened, and Kaminari felt warm all over.

"That's good, isn't it?"

"You've been out for the last three days! Aizawa was pissed!" Bakugo yelled, which caused the smaller blonde to chuckle, feeling better by the minute.

"Guess I have a lot of homework to catch up on, huh?" He lifted one of his hands to cover his mouth, though his mussels were tense.

"No fucking shit."

Kaminari leaned over to Bakugo, their faces as close as they had been in the van, and Kaminari whispered, "I heard about your crush, Bakugo." 

Bakugo's face went bright red, and he let out a string of curses, pulling away though he didn't take his hand away.

Kaminari responded by pushing forward and kissing him. Bakugo tensed, freezing, but Kaminari couldn't say it was his worst kiss ever. 

After he received the lecture of the century from not only Bakugo and Mr. Aizawa but also Recovery Girl for doing such a reckless, idiotic thing, Kaminari was released from the nurse's watch. He expected to walk back to the dorms alone, but instead, Bakugo waited for him, his phone in hand.

Bakugo shoved his phone at the smaller blonde, telling him to put his damn number in, and Kaminari beamed.

He'd save Bakugo a million times over, if it meant getting to be with him. Especially if he could keep Bakugo's insecurities from getting the better of the future number one hero.