#next time i have lunch with my aunt i NEED to make sure it's super low cal

[sk1nnysuccubus]

auughhh ate a little bit more. not anything over 200 cals but. still.

i wanna fast so fucking bad

[ladykailitha]

All My Roads Lead Back to You Part 12

Hello! Sorry this is late, but I had to take this week super slow because I went and sprained my middle and ring fingers on my left hand tripping and falling into a wall. The hand is mostly better, but it still twinges a bit.

Edie is going through some things, Eddie gets lost, and Steve learns where Harri gets his name.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11

***  

Steve got home and found Edie at the counter munching away at cereal.

“You do know cereal is breakfast food, yes?” he asked as he went to the fridge to pull out the stuff he’d need to make dinner.

“Cereal is a state of mind, Dad,” Edie said, grinning around a mouth full of milk and Frosted Flakes.

“You’re going to spoil your dinner,” Steve said with a glare.

Edie cocked one eyebrow at him and he sighed. “Yeah, all right. So how was school?”

“Algebra is still the bane of human existence,” she murmured. “I just don’t understand it. I can do the geography portion of the syllabus just fine. But when it comes to algebra, I just...” and then blew a raspberry.

Steve grimaced. “I’m sorry, honey. I’ve explained it, Uncle Dusty explained it a different way, and Aunt Robin an even more different way than that and if you’re not getting, I don’t know what to do.”

Edie sighed. “I talked to Mr Olsen and he’s just going to have me take geometry next year instead of forcing me through another year of hell.”

“Are you going to get enough math credits to graduate if you do that?” Steve asked.

Edie sighed. “Probably not, so summer school it is. Yay!” she said waving her hands sarcastically.

“We’ll get you through this,” he promised.

“I know,” she murmured. She looked over at the counter where Steve had put aside enough food for an army. “You skip lunch again?”

He rolled his eyes. “No. Half of this coming with me to the office because Callen, one of the techs’ mom is going through chemo and he forgets to bring lunch.”

Edie looked at the food on the counter and back up at him. “It’s not for you?”

Steve sighed. “No. You’re not going to get hung up on this again are you?”

She shook her head. “I just worry about you, you know.”

He sighed again. “I know you do, but you don’t have to worry about this. You remember what Dr Rushing said, right?”

Edie heaved out a sigh of her own. “I know. It was a one-time thing. It’s never happened before and it hasn’t happened since.”

“Good,” Steve said firmly. “Now help me chop these vegetables.”

She drank down her milk and put her bowl in the sink. She got out a knife and the chopping board and got to work.

“Anything exciting happen at work today?” she asked.

Steve’s spine stiffened and went completely still. “About that, honey. Has your mom tried to get into contact with you recently?”

Edie frowned. “I guess about a month ago. She wanted me to be a bridesmaid at her wedding. But I thought she was trying to trap me again, so I just ignored it, why?”

Steve let out a shuddering breath and told her about his afternoon. “So I’m calling the school and letting them know that she is in town and isn’t allowed anywhere near you, okay?”

“God, I swear that woman is like a bad penny,” Edie muttered. “She just keeps coming back.”

Steve nodded. “Violating the order is bad, and she will get in trouble for it. But she hasn’t tried to physically harm either of us, so I’m not sure what the police can even do.”

Edie nodded back. “I wish she would just go away. Because apparently not even finding another man to scam is enough to get her to forget about us.”

“Nothing warps the mind quite like greed,” Steve agreed. “I’ll talk to a lawyer about what more we can do about her, just to set both of our minds at ease. There must be something more we can do.”

*

Eddie was lost. He was sure Dustin told him to take the second elevator to sixth floor to meet up for lunch. But now he was starting wonder if Dustin had said the sixth elevator to the fourth floor.

Fuck.

And then he saw his savior in the form of a single glass name plate. He wrenched open the door and went up to the desk.

“Hey, so I was wondering if–” he began.

The woman at the desk cut him off by tapping her sign. Eddie’s eyes followed her finger and went, “Oh.”

He started signing instead. “My sincerest apologies, fair Vanessa! I should have been paying better attention. I was wondering if you could point me in the direction of Dustin Henderson’s office. I am meant to be having lunch with him, but I have sadly lost my way!”

Vanessa giggled and pressed a button on her desk. She signed back. “I could, but I’m pretty sure he’d take you if you wanted.”

Eddie frowned and signed back. “Who?”

She pointed behind him and he turned. There leaning against his now open door, was Steve. He had his arms crossed and was smiling fondly.

Eddie turned back to her and blushed. Vanessa raised an eyebrow.

“This idiot is on the wrong floor,” she signed to Steve. “Can you take him to Dustin? Tell him to stop letting his experiments run around the building unsupervised.”

Steve laughed. “Come on, Eddie. I’ll get you to where you need to go.”

Eddie signed “Asshole” to her before turning around and following Steve. Her laugh echoed down the hall.

“You have a mean receptionist,” he told Steve as the walked down the hall.

Steve grinned. “I know, isn’t she great? I love her.”

Eddie gulped and shoved his hands in his back pocket. “Didn’t know you were the kind to date the secretary, Harrington.”

Steve laughed. “If I tried that, her husband Nick would make sure my next hearing aid exploded.”

The knot that had formed in Eddie’s chest loosened. “I didn’t see a ring when we were signing, so I wondered.”

Steve nodded. “That’s fair. But he can’t wear one doing his work, so she told him that she wasn’t going to wear one either.”

“Is he deaf, too?” Eddie asked. He knew from Dustin that the company liked to hire hard of hearing and deaf individuals.

Steve shook his head. “One of my best interpreters, though. They came as a packaged deal. I can’t live without Vanessa and Dustin trusts Nick implicitly, I do too.”

Eddie smiled. “It seems like you two have made quite the company here.”

“It absolutely was a team effort,” Steve replied. “Dustin could MacGuiver that shit from his mom’s basement, but he couldn’t get people to listen to him about the technologies.”

“Whereas you could smooth talk a snake out of its skin?” he said, ducking his head and looking up at Steve slyly.

Steve laughed. “Something like that. So it worked to both of our strengths.”

He stopped at a door and then opened it. “Hey, Dusty! Look what I found wondering the halls like a lost puppy.”

Dustin’s head shot up. “There you are! Why didn’t you just message me on your phone, dumbass?”

Eddie flushed in embarrassment. “I thought I could figure it out. But this place is huge.”

Steve laughed. “Well Bo-peep, now that I’ve found your sheep, I’ve got to get back to work.” He jerked his thumb behind him. “Also Vanessa says to keep a tighter leash on your experiments.” He winked at Eddie who protested loudly.

“Hey,” Dustin said, glancing at Eddie quickly, “if you wanted you could come with us to lunch.”

Steve paused at the door and looked to Eddie. “If you don’t mind...”

Eddie shook his head. “You are more than welcome, Stevie.”

Steve felt that familiar swoop in his stomach at the old nickname. “Then sure. Where were you guys thinking of going?”

“Sushi!” Dustin said proudly.

Steve rolled his eyes. “I’ll pass thanks.”

Eddie cocked his head to the side. “Not a fan of raw fish, sweetheart?”

Steve’s stomach swooped again and he really needed Eddie to stop with the nicknames and endearments otherwise Steve wasn’t going to have much of a stomach left after a single lunch the way his stomach kept hollowing out.

Steve shrugged. “I’ve tried all kinds, including the cooked kind and it’s just not my thing. You two have fun though.”

Eddie may have panicked a bit because he blurted. “We could change the restaurant.”

Steve smiled sweetly. “I wouldn’t want to ruin your fun. I’ll just pick something more my flavor on Monday.” He waved goodbye and they waved back.

As the door was closing Steve could hear Dustin ask Eddie, “What happens on Monday?”

*

Steve was in his office when there was a knock on his door. He had taken out his contacts and pulled out his glasses, the beginning of a migraine floating just beyond the horizon.

He had been chugging water and had long since downed pain killers to stave it off. But he could still feel the pressure building behind his eyes.

When the knock came he looked up to see Eddie standing at the door with a take away box and smile.

“I come bearing gifts of the apology variety,” he said holding up the bag.

Steve’s shoulders sagged. “You didn’t have to do that. I would have grabbed a candy bar or something later.”

Eddie grinned. “It was Dustin’s idea, I am merely the messenger.”

“Why is everyone fussing about my eating?” Steve sighed.

“He said you tend to overwork and forget to eat.” Eddie raised an eyebrow.

Steve shoulders slumped. “He’s right. Sorry. It’s just that Edie’s been going on about my eating habits lately and it’s set me on edge.”

Eddie walked into the room and set his prize down on the table, sliding it over to him. “They got a reason to worry?”

Steve pulled the styrofoam box out of the bag and hummed happily when the scent of sesame chicken hit his nose. He pulled out the chop sticks and dug in, suddenly ravenous.

After a moment or two of stuffing his face, he shook his head. “Not really. Which is why it’s weird, it’s come out of nowhere.”

“You been eating less lately?” Eddie asked, leaning forward on the desk, having pulled up a chair up close.

Steve cocked his head as he thought about it. “I mean not really. Like yeah, sometimes I’ll work through lunch, but I always make sure to grab something later. It’s not disordered eating or whatever they’re calling it these days.”

Eddie nodded. “Anything that’s happened recently that maybe put her on edge and had her latch on to your eating habits?”

Steve scoffed around a bite of chicken. “You mean other than this really great guy I used to be friends with suddenly coming back into my life via his seventeen year old rockstar in the making?”

Eddie grinned. “Other than that, yeah.”

Again Steve gave his question the weight it deserved before shaking his head. “Nothing I can think of.”

Eddie threw himself back against the chair with a heavy sigh. “You got me then man. I don’t know.”

Steve smiled. “At least you tried.”

“Speaking of my rockstar in training, how’s your rockstar in training?” Eddie asked.

“Other than the fixating on my eating?” Steve asked. “She’s fine. Her mom tried to fuck with us again. Sent her packing via cops and lawyers. Hopefully she’ll stay away this time.”

Eddie winced. “Look, I love the name Edie. It’s beautiful, but who the hell names their daughter Edith anymore?”

Steve huffed out a laugh. “I know, right? I fought hard for Lilian. Or even just Lily. But no...it had to be Edith. I think it was a family name or some such bullshit.”

Eddie rolled his eyes. “God, I think that honestly makes it worse.”

“Hence Edie,” Steve agreed. “So how did you and your husband come up with Harri. Edie said it’s spelled uniquely. With an ‘I’ instead of a ‘Y’?”

Eddie huffed and rolled his eyes. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

Steve tilted his head to the side. “I think Dusty or Nancy said it was after some prince or something.”

Eddie shook his head and ran his tongue over his teeth. “Yeah no. That’s official story. Prince Harry was born to the Prince and Princess of Wales two full years before Harri was even conceived. And when people started guessing that with Jay being English, we just didn’t bother to correct them.”

He grabbed the plaque that had Steve’s name on it and turned it around, covering the last five letters of his last name. It now read STEVEN HARRI.

It took Steve a moment before his eyes went wide. “And Jay was okay with that?”

Eddie shrugged. “It wasn’t Steven or Stephen with a ‘PH’. And I didn’t know your middle name.”

“Why?”

“Why what?” Eddie asked. “Why is my son named after a guy who’s name I’ve never spoken aloud in twenty years?”

Steve pursed his lips together and then licked them. “Yeah, man. That.”

“Jay wanted to name him after the man that save my life,” Eddie said softly. “But I was still mad at you about missing Brian’s funeral. Which I now know was because you thought Edie was being born, even if she waited a whole other week to finally make it.” He ran his fingers through his hair. “I couldn’t make something up. Not with it in newspapers who the Hawkins hero was. So we used Harri.”

Steve finished his food and threw it away. He wiped off his hands. “Anyone ever guess the real meaning behind the name?”

Eddie shook his head. “Maybe Jeff. But no, everyone else thinks we were British snobs.”

“Well, I’m honored,” Steve said. “Not just because you think I’m a hero, but because Harri’s a good kid. I’m guessing he doesn’t know.”

Eddie shook his head. “I’ve got a letter from Jay that he’s going to get on his twenty-first birthday that will explain it. The surrogacy, his birth, his name. All of it. I wanted to tell Harri sooner, but Jay made me promise.”

Steve nodded. “He’ll probably still be angry. But at least a twenty-one, hopefully he’ll be be mature enough to understand why.”

Eddie slapped the desk with his palm. “That’s the hope.” He looked at his watch. “I’ve got to go. Harri’s got a dentist appointment. See you on Monday?”

Steve grinned. “Yeah. See you on Monday.”

***

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[reigningqueenofwords]

Honesty

Pairing: Steve x Reader, Bucky x daughter!Reader

Part 25 of Looking for the Captain

Your morning with Nat went so well. At first, you kept looking over your shoulder, though. She understood, and would let you slowly remember that it was over. It took a bit, but after a bit you were less jumpy. After the two of you got breakfast, you went to get a new phone (as yours had been blown up), a new phone case, and then opted for some retail therapy.

“Oh, that’s a cute store.” You pointed about ten minutes after you left the phone store. “Have you ever been there?” 

She shook her head. “No. I usually order my stuff online, or go to some upscale place when we have events.” She shrugged. “Let’s go check it out.” None of the people taking her picture seemed to be bothering her at all, and you hoped to one day reach that level of unbothered. It was beautiful. 

Opening the door, you held it open for her before stepping in behind her. “It’s even cuter inside.” You gushed. “I may have a new favorite store.” Your eyes drifted to the baby section for a split second before the two of you made your way to the women’s section. “Not that I need an excuse for new clothes, this is a good excuse to replace my clothes that I’d brought to the cabin.” You chuckled, starting to look at the shirts. “I should surprise dad by ordering the games he bought while we were there. So we can play them at the tower, too. We had a lot of fun.”

“That’s true.” She nodded. “That would be fun. I’m trying to picture him playing a board game, and it’s hard.” 

“He’s a sore loser.” You laughed. “He asked if I was a mean little shit playing Candy Land as a kid. Told him that was Chutes and Ladders.” At least you’d have those fond memories of the cabin, even if it was gone. 

Nat laughed, holding up a dress. “I think you’d look cute in this.” She noted. 

“Oh, Rogers, you are in for a treat!” Nat announced as the two of you got back to the tower and saw Steve waiting. You blushed lightly, but she just grinned. “A few little new bits that fit in a tiny bag, and a couple new dresses.” 

“Gross.” Bucky made a face from the side, where you hadn’t even noticed him. 

She snorted. “Maybe make yourself known next time, Barnes.” She shrugged, clearly unbothered. Turning to you, she gave you a side hug. “We need to do this again soon. I had a lot of fun.” 

You hugged her back easily. “Of course. I’d really like that.” There was something about her that screamed ‘older sister’ or ‘fun aunt’ that was a comfort for you. “Maybe one of these nights we can have a spa sleepover with Wanda.” 

“Yes! I’ll start planning and buying.” She gave the guys a wave before heading towards the elevator. 

“I’m glad you had fun, doll.” Steve told you, taking your bags. “How was your bagel?” 

“So good! I’m gonna have to go back tomorrow for another.” You chuckled. “Oh, I also got a new phone.” As you told him, you pulled it out to show him. “I’m so glad I had backed up my iCloud yesterday morning, so I didn’t really lose any pictures.” It would have sucked because you had some super cute ones of Steve and Goliath on there. “How was the tower?” 

“Good. Took Goliath for a walk. He’s passed out in the lab at Bruce’s feet.” He chuckled. “What sounds good for lunch? Figured we can order and eat on my floor. Maybe the three of us can watch a movie?” He glanced at Bucky, wondering how things would go once he found out the truth. 

You thought for a moment. “How does Chinese sound? We couldn’t get that at the cabin.” Which meant it had been too long since you’d had any. “That okay, dad?” You asked, looping him into the conversation. 

“Sure, kid.” He agreed easily. “We can order it after we drop your bags off in your room.” A small part of him was worried that now that the three of you were back in the tower…your bonding would slow down or stall. 

As the elevator rose, you got excited. “Oh, maybe a couple times a week we can order lunch and then watch a movie?” You looked between them, truly hoping you could do that. “We can all take turns picking the movie?”

Steve loved how excited you looked at the idea. “Of course. I can agree to that. Maybe we can show her some movies from our time, Buck.” He glanced at him, getting excited himself. 

Bucky chuckled at the looks on your faces. “Like you won’t choose movies you’ve heard Y/N mention.” He teased. “But, I would like that, too.” It would be something to always look forward to. 

“Yay!” You clapped. “This will be so much fun.” 

The guys shared an amused look. 

You, Steve, and Bucky were sitting around the table when you took a deep breath. You’d just sat down with your food and didn’t want to put it off anymore. “So…” You started. “I’m pregnant.” 

Bucky froze while Steve glanced at him. “You did look at the test?” He asked. 

Sighing, you shook your head and explained the same thing to him that you did with Steve. “I’ll be moving my things to his floor, too.” You added. 

Bucky clenched his jaw. “There’s more.” Steve told him, earning a death glare from him. 

“Of fucking coarse there is. You better not be telling you’re getting married, too!” He snapped, shocking you. 

“That hadn’t even crossed my mind…” You told him calmly, your cheeks a light pink color. 

Steve shook his head. “Nope. Not that.” He assured him. “I wanted to ask you to take over the role of Captain America.” His tone was calm, but you could tell he was nervous.

“You…what?!” He wasn’t sure that he’d heard him right. “You’re stepping down? And you want me to take over?” His eyes went between the two of you, then landed on you. “Did you suggest this?” His tone wasn’t exactly ‘angry’, but you couldn’t tell much beyond that. 

You shook your head. “No, I didn’t. Well, not entirely. He mentioned you wanting him to step down, and he thinks the world needs Captain America. I asked if he could pass on the shield, but pass it to someone less ‘perfect’ to the public eye. I asked if anyone came to mind. His first answer was you.” Would that mean a lot to him? Or would this somehow upset him?

Bucky blinked, taking your words in. Despite his past, and not even being in contact with Steve for years…he wanted him to take over as Captain America? “Why me?” He asked Steve quietly. 

Steve gave him a soft smile. “Why not you?” He countered, and you felt that spoke volumes. “If you say ‘no’, I won’t be mad. I promise.” He assured him. “But, can you think about it?” 

“Yeah, sure.” He nodded. “So, you’re stepping down for the baby?” 

“I am. I don’t know what my next step will be, though.” He said truthfully. “I think I’ll think more about that once I know who I’m passing the shield to.” It made the most sense to get that out of the way first. “I’ll look more into my options once that’s done.” It wasn’t like he would just quit being Captain America and not find some other way to support his little family. 

He let out a breath and sat back in his chair. “This will take some time for me to wrap my head around.” He told you. “I’m sorry I’m not excited or rushing to celebrate.” 

You shrugged a shoulder and gave him a sad smile. “I cried.” There was no use lying. “I’m still trying to wrap my head around it.” It was a huge deal. “I thought about all my options already, and I’m still grasping that I’ll have a tiny human.” It probably wouldn’t truly sink in until you saw it on the first ultrasound. “I’m telling the others over dinner.” 

“You don’t have to rush to tell them.” Bucky didn’t want you telling people before you felt ready. 

“Tony is planning a party for tonight. He knows me, and knows I would love to party. There’s no way to get around telling them.” You pointed out. “I have to be honest.” Picking up an egg roll, you took a bite. 

He looked down, then met Steve’s gaze. “Doll…” He started, and the tone of his voice was a sad one. “We need to be honest, too.” 

You looked between the pair of them, noting how the light in their eyes was dimmer than usual. “What’s going on?” There was no way you could begin to guess what they had to tell you. 

Bucky cleared his throat before speaking up. “Your mom didn’t make it when we attacked the base.” He told you, watching how his words hit you. “I’m sorry.” 

“D-did you kill her?” Would that make this worse? Better? 

“No. An explosion did.” He explained. “We didn’t know until we were sweeping for stragglers. I found her.” While he hadn’t seen her face to face since you were born, it had hit  him. His daughter’s mother was dead, and he had to be the one to tell you. “I asked the others not to tell you anything. I wanted to be the one to tell you.” 

Tearing up, you blinked your eyes quickly. “Uh, wow.” You sniffed. “Can you just pack my food up? I think I’d like to go be alone. I’ll see you guys at dinner.” Getting up, you patted your leg for Goliath to follow you. 

Neither man knew what to say and let you go.

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[asordinaryppl]

A3! Main Story: Part 4 - Act 15: PAINFUL RE:BAKE - Episode 8: Easy To Understand Taste

Keiku: Mornin’.

Female classmate A: It’s sooo not morning.

Female classmate B: We’re literally on lunch break.

Female classmate A: Where did you crash yesterday?

Keiku: At this guy’s.

Classmate A: At my place.

Classmate B: Why’d you leave Keiku behind, man?

Classmate A: I did try to wake him up.

Female classmate B: How about you stay over at mine today~? My parents won’t say anything.

Keiku: Girls are a pain to deal with.

Female classmate B: How mean!

Classmate B: I mean, a lot of things could go wrong if you stayed at a girl’s place.

Keiku: …

Classmate A: Where are you going?

Keiku: To get somethin’ sweet.

-

Kureha: … Hmmm… I wouldn’t say no to pudding… But I was kind of craving a donut… But this is the last of both… 

Girl A: Ah, Kureha-kun’s in a dilemma.

Girl B: He’s been at it for a while.

Girl A: Cutie~ He’s so lovable.

Keiku: (Lovable, eh?)

[Keiku takes the donut and pudding]

Keiku: ——

Kureha: Wha?

Clerk: The pudding and donut will be 300 yen. Thank you.

Kureha: Hold on a second– I was just about to pick. You taking both of them is so…

Keiku: I’ll give you the pudding.

Kureha: Huh?

Keiku: … Your hair reminds me of cheesecake.

Kureha: Wait, let me pay you back–

Keiku: No need.

[Keiku walks away]

Kureha: — Thanks!

-

Keiku: (Puddings and donuts got about the same sweetness in ‘em, so it doesn’t really matter.)

-

Female classmate A: … Honestly, Keiku-kun’s pretty cool, but he’s kinda scary.

Classmate B: That psycho that you can never tell what he's thinking?

Female classmate A: Yeah.

Female classmate B: BTW, what’s with that burn on his face? Some accident? Or a battle scar?

Classmate A: Ahh, he was born with it, seems like.

Female classmate B: That so?

Female classmate A: That kinda thing can be fixed, can’t it?

Classmate A: Don’t think he’s interested in that.

Classmate B: You’re practically an expert. Ask him some more stuff, Beast Meister.

Classmate A: Sure thing. I’ll make sure to tame him with sweets, too.

-

Keiku: …

Keiku: (... Like I thought, anything that’s not pain or sweet food is hard to understand.)

Keiku: (I could just go in there and beat these guys to a pulp.)

Keiku: (If I hit them real hard, my hands will tingle, and they’ll look scared shitless. Yup, that’s easy to understand.)

Keiku: (But that guy’s house is one of the few places I can crash at night, and I don’t think there’s any need for pain today. Just sweets.)

Keiku: …

Keiku: … I want cheesecake.

-

[Camera clicking]

Towa: How about these?

Ibuki: Woah, we can’t use any of these! One more.

Towa: Whaaaat? These are no good too?

Ibuki: Hurryyy.

Towa: They all look the same to me though…

[Camera clicking]

-

Towa: How’s this?

Ibuki: … Hmmm, well, sure.

Towa: Whew…

Ibuki: The cheesecake here is really good. Let’s dig in.

Towa: After all these pictures and videos, I can finally eat… Hm?

Towa: Wow, this is super tasty!

Ibuki: IKR?

Towa: This is the best I’ve ever eaten! The cheese has a rich yet refreshing taste, how is this even–!

Towa: I think I’ll take some to-go for my aunt… Tokyo is crazy…

Ibuki: So, what are we gonna do about the remaining two we gotta recruit?

Towa: I’d like our other two members to be able to do action scenes.

Ibuki: Mhm mhm?

Towa: Like MANKAI Company’s Autumn Troupe!

Ibuki: Enough with ManPany. Having lots of different charas would be good, though.

Ibuki: If we try to recruit through TikTak, we’ll find people in no time. Wanna try?

Towa: Hmmm… Members of a theater company will have a long-term relationship, and we’d need to be able to talk about all sorts of things, so compatibility would be key.

Towa: So, I’d like to be able to scout people I can look at with my own two eyes.

Ibuki: I see. I’ll leave that to you, then.

Towa: Still, you shouldn’t take it too easy…

-

Clerk A: Next person in line, please move to this register.

Clerk A: The cake set will be 970 yen. How would you like to pay?

Towa: With ONIGIRI Pay–

Clerk B: Are you sure you’d like 20 pieces of cheesecakes?

Keiku: Yes, I am.

Clerk B: Your total is 8400 yen. That’s the exact change, thank you.

Towa: ——

Keiku: … What?

Towa: Ah, I’m sorry–

Clerk B: Thank you very much.

[Keiku walks away]

Towa: …

Ibuki: Whatcha looking at?

Towa: He kinda… caught my eye for some reason.

-

Keiku: Mmm… Nomnomnom…

Passerby A: Uh, are those cheesecakes?

Passerby B: First time I see someone eat cheesecake while walking…

Juza: …

Keiku: ?

Keiku: I don’t got time for a fight right–

Juza: Where… did you get those cheesecakes from.

Keiku: Uh? That café over there.

Juza: … “Fromage Maison”... So the gift I got the other day was from there too.

Juza: Thanks a bunch.

Keiku: … ——

Keiku: What’s your name?

Juza: Juza Hyodo.

Keiku: … Guess it's not you. Nomnom…

Juza: … You make it look delicious.

Keiku: Huh?

Keiku: (I make it look delicious…? With my face…?)

Keiku: …

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[ae-azile]

Progression: Chapter 30 Preview

Running a bit late on chapter 30, but hope to get it done in the next couple of days. Until then, here is another sneak peak! It is told from one of Arm's three year old niece's point of view.

Sneak peak below cut:

This place is FANCY. Their old house wasn't like this! Priyja is so excited!!!

“Now that Uncle Arm is gone, let’s explore! He won't catch on and come find us!” Tida whispers. It's early. If they leave the suite, Mama will get mad. But Priyja doesn't care. Mama said she would love them and take care of them no matter what. She’ll do the same if they sneak out and explore super early in the morning.

“We can go down to the kitchen and see if they will give us breakfast!” Priyja whispers as she gets out of her bed, “Let’s go now!”

“We gotta brush our teeth first!”

Priyja doesn't see the point if they are going to eat breakfast and get food in them anyway. Why can't they brush after breakfast like they sometimes do?

“No!” Priyja says, then crosses her arms defiantly. Tida drags her to the bathroom anyway. Priyja only relents when Tida sticks the toothpaste covered toothbrush in her mouth. It's annoying and pointless if they are going to get food from the kitchen, but she will humor her sister.

“Let's go,” Priyja says once they are finished. This time, Tida agrees.

They sneak to the elevator without being detected. It’s a little easier with Uncle Khun and Uncle Arm being on their trip, but Auntie Hansa, Auntie Nalin, and Auntie Preeda all live close by too. Auntie Preeda seems to always know when they are up to no good, just like Uncle Arm does. It's annoying. They have to be EXTRA careful. They are getting better about that. They make it to the elevator without anyone interrupting their plans.

“Maybe we should sneak food from the kitchen,” Tida whispers as they crouch down in the elevator, “Make sure no one sees us.”

Priyja nods in agreement. They should avoid getting detected for as long as possible. As practice. If they hear Mama is scared and worried, they will come right back. But they are big girls now, and big girls explore.

So that's what they do! They sneak around and get food from the kitchen without anyone seeing. It's still REALLY early. The sun isn't even up yet, and Mama probably isn't either. So while they still have complete freedom, they find a sitting room, act like they are having a fancy lunch, and practice their secret language. They came up with it themselves a long time ago, but now they are trying to make it even bigger so they can talk about everything!

“Yom Rok Oglebay Belt-ka,” Tida suggests.

“Gear-Rum Magletoff Hom,” Priyja responds. It really is a good idea, but Priyja is only going to agree if they can both wear purple.

But before Tida can agree or suggest a compromise, they hear a man clearing his throat, causing them to turn their heads.

“I believe you have taken residence in my morning sitting room,” Korn says as he walks in to sit over on the couch with a cup of coffee in one hand and a newspaper in another, “Is your mother or one of your aunts around?”

Priyja is hesitant to answer. Uncle Arm made it clear to stay away from Korn if they could help it. He told them not to be disrespectful, but to never trust him.

But he seems nice enough at the moment. He isn't going off and telling Mama. Priyja supposes he can stay in their new tea party room for now.

But her opinion on him changes when he reaches for his phone in his pocket, “I will put out a notification and have a guard escort you back-”

“But we’re having fun!” Tida shouts, getting to her feet to stomp, “You're mean!”

Korn chuckles at that. Priyja has a feeling Korn secretly enjoys being mean.

They will need to handle this differently.

“ Sech vae toon unta makay,” she tells her, causing Korn to pause. He's probably pretty smart. Priyja can tell.

But he isn't as smart as them. When she glances over at the chess table by the window, she decides she is going to prove it.

“Come on!” She says, taking the paper away from him to pull on his hand, “We want to play chess with you!”

“It's our favorite!” Tida agrees, pushing at Korn's waist.

“For some reason, I feel like that isn't quite true,” Korn says, but seems okay with being moved towards the table, “However, if you would like me to teach you the basics, I would be happy to.”

Ugh. Grown-ups can be so annoying sometimes.

“Play,” Tida demands as she climbs up on the side with the black pawns. Priyja joins her on the chair and waits. Korn eventually learns his place and sits on the other side.

“The pawns can move one or two squares forward for the first move, but can only move one square after that,” Korn says pointlessly, moving his center pawn two pieces. Priyja holds back the desire to roll her eyes.

“He's really smart!” Priyja says to Tida instead, then grins, “Maro tolas minco alloine.”

As Tida grins back, Priyja knows they are on the same page. They make a couple of rookie moves at first - ones that likely surprise Korn. For some reason, he thought they couldn't actually play!

They’ll show him.

“Bast,” Priyja tells Tida. Tida must feel the same on the next move since she picks up the knight and immediately takes Korn's bishop. Korn briefly looks stunned, but also seems to be more aware of what he may be dealing with. His moves become more calculating and aggressive after that.

Priyja personally thinks he just comes off as silly.

“Kutch puck long,” Tida says, as if she doesn't know that already. Within three moves, Priyja captures Korn’s queen and lets out a squeal! Tida does as well and they both get up to dance out their victory.

“We won!” Tida says, shimmying over to Korn in her bare feet, her nightgown swaying back and forth, “We’re good at chess, huh?”

“We beat you, so that means this is our sitting room now,” Priyja says, dancing over to him as well, “You gotta say yes. It's the rules-”

“One more game,” Korn says, determination in his voice as he puts the pieces back in place. Priyja glances at Tida at that point. She doesn't know why Korn wants to lose again.

“How did you do that? I demand to know,” Korn asks them, almost sounding accusatory. He sort of sounds like Mama when they get into her makeup and wash it off before she can prove they actually did anything wrong.

“You're really funny!” Tida says with delight. Priyja bursts into giggles as well and they both come over to throw themselves over his lap and laugh into his knees.

Uncle Arm and everyone else said to be careful around Korn, but Priyja isn't scared of him at all. He is going to be so much fun to mess with. Priyja can't wait to beat him at every single game there is!

“Plya tarrondo goff,” Priyja says to her twin. As Tida nods in response, Priyja knows Tida is happy they moved here too.

[sparkylilacs]

The Amazing Adventures of Spider-Kid! Chapter 13

Over the next month nothing happened and everything changed. The Smiths were given custody of a little one month old baby and since we had always insisted we wanted to stay together Beni was sent to the Garcias with me. I secretly wished the Smiths choked on all the stinky diapers. Harper the toddler’s mom got off probation and he left to live with her. Poor Sadie and Sally cried at the homecoming party we threw him. All I felt was envy and relief, for once someone was reuniting with their parent. One day a car wreck orphaned a trio of siblings which the Garcias immediately said they would take in. Making things much more full. Wanda who had been there temporarily the longest was relocated to, get this, the Tiptons. The nice old couple where I dropped the stucco piece on the husband's head. I'm sure they'd prefer Wanda's quieter ways.At the end of the school year, Hey and I had little time to talk, but when I thanked him on the way to the last day he nodded like he understood. He probably did since the only thing on the news was the Sandman hijacking the GMA performance even though we never discussed it ourselves. They even found old footage of him on the America's Star contest. It was really cringey and obvious why he was kicked off in the first tryout. At lunch once Hey randomly suggested," Next year, you should try out for the school paper. If that folder you made is anything to go by I think you'd be a great investigative reporter. I was considering joining too, writing a hobby column on my robotics. We could work together. It might be fun,"."You know maybe I will," I said back, then quickly changed the subject.With school out for the summer Beni and I had to go back to the foster center for a meeting to discuss any day camps or such (The ones they always try and have for the system kids. Usually cheap affairs, but bonus: free food) we'd want to sign up for. There I was sitting with the scratchy chair digging into my back again. Bored almost into a stupor when I hear a voice. It's muffled by the hallways but I get up to follow it anyway. "I'm going to get a drink," I say to Beni who doesn't look up from his phone and grunts acknowledgment. As I get closer I catch pieces of conversation, "And I realize you mean to be sincere. I'm not doubting you’re being honest. It's just not how things work around here. We have procedures,".

I don't recognize the first voice, but when I hear the second one say, "I understand. But I have their birth certificates right here can't we start with that and go from there?". I rush blindly down the hall crushing the tall man in a fierce hug. "You came back," I ask awed, my face half buried in his chest, “Why did you change your mind?”."You know," he says, pulling me back to look at me with the same yellow flecked blue eyes as mine, "Somebody told me once that just because things don't work out doesn't mean you quit trying. And sometimes you realize you need to get back up and try again,". I can hardly feel my face, I'm overstimulated with emotion, but I know my smile is a mile long.

Epilogue

And that's the story of how I discovered my dad was Spider-Man, ended up in foster care, grew into my own spider abilities, and got out of foster care to live in the apartment above my dad's camera and old photo restoration shop which he bought with money from selling the land Aunt May's house was on. I think they built a Quasarbucks there.I glance back over what I wrote on the laptop where I'm writing my story down to email Hey as he requested. Deleting the last line as irrelevant I can hear dad yelling at Beni's phone game upstairs. Things were a bit shaky at first but over half a year, and quite a few hours of gaming later, those two really get along. They're both pretty similar actually, super smart yet willing to waste time on pointless games they can never seem to master. I'm down in the shop manning the front desk. Next to the register is my old sock monkey, Stinky. Apparently dad salvaged him and some other more important things (Like our birth certificates. Which did help alot with the reinstatement process) from the wreckage of the house. I like working the register, it's the quietest place to write and hardly anybody shops here. Dad says it helps to not be very busy so nobody notices how often it's closed while he fights crime. Smiling at the screen I think everything has worked out so well, no loose ends untied. Just as the thought crosses my mind the door jangles to announce a customer. I look up to see a slim figure walk in with bright red curls.

The End?

[carrotzcake]

I literally cried tears of joy last night because of how amazing my thanksgiving was. my original plans to spend it with my immediate family got foiled because of covid (even though my mom kept saying i should come anyway if i couldn't cancel the rental car??? ma'am, i'm not exposing myself to covid right before I go on vacation next weekend or have surgery the subsequent week).

anyway, I happened to text my cousin in jersey and she wound up inviting me-she and her husband have four kids, plus their parents, her brother (my other cousin) and his girlfriend, and a few other folks, so it was a full house. my cousins and extended family are always a blast to be around and I rarely see them. meanwhile my immediate family, especially around thanksgiving, tends to be a pain to be around bc of diet talk, my mom's need for everything to be perfect, and feeling like everyone's secretly watching me.

I'll admit to some purging but mostly because I was hungover and it was not settling well; and I still ate dessert without purging that. But the food wasn't even a big deal; I had some anxiety while making a plate but I know how to eyeball and was able to trust that I know what I'm doing. I paced myself well and engaged in the conversation at the table. I've never discussed my eating disorder with anyone in my family, though I believe my mom talks to my aunt about me sometimes, so I'm not sure what they know. but I felt super comfortable and welcomed and safe and loved.

sadly, my mom had to ruin it. repeatedly in conversation before and afterwards, she said I "invited myself over". 1. that is categorically untrue. I said I was going to friends' and my cousin said I'm always welcome there. 2. they're FAMILY. they love me and i love them and I never see them. even if I did invite myself, if I showed up completely unannounced, they'd be thrilled! I really wish she could just hear how happy I was and what a good time I had and be happy for me.

took the train home in the evening and my good friend came over and we watched a movie and he stayed the night. he was there for me when I got emotional; he always is. (please note, i almost never cry). I cried tears of joy for finally having a thanksgiving full of positive memories, i cried tears of gratitude for my dynamic extended family, i cried tears of loss for the years i've spent holidays in treatment or so severely wrapped up in my eating disorder that I wasn't really present, tears of loss for the loved ones who've passed away and can't celebrate with us anymore, tears of pain that my mom cannot and has never been able to love and support me in the way that i need.

my cousin sent me home with thanksgiving leftovers which I fully gave myself permission to eat and enjoy for lunch and now i'm going to take a nap. recovering alone is so exhausting.

[shrinkthisviolet]

OC Bingo Buddies!

Where do you get your ideas for OCs?

Are any based on people you know?

Which OC is your favorite to write?

Which OC do you identify with most?

What's a random happy memory for you favorite side OC?

Hi! Thanks for stopping by 💞

Where do you get your ideas for OCs?

Honestly they kinda just come to me 😂 I tend to like “sister of/daughter of” OCs (or a combination of both, as Morgan is becoming), and it depends on which guy character (because it pretty much is one of the guys as a launching point usually) I latch on to. Most people create OCs to ship…I create them so I can have older siblings in a way 😂

Though the OCs that stick around usually do because they’re more than just that. They’re the ones I want to take further, explore a deeper story for. There’s a reason Morgan and Lucy are nothing like their first concepts—as time went on, the story I wanted to tell with them changed, and so did they. My OCs usually start as partly projection, and then develop a life of their own 💞

(The side OCs don’t develop as “sister of/daughter of” really, they sorta just spring from whatever character(s) I need for the story. Though they usually develop a life of their own too 😅 even if it takes them a little while)

Are any based on people you know?

Not the OCs themselves, but definitely some of the dynamics 😂 Lucy and Luke, for example, bicker the way my brothers and I do, and some of Barry and Morgan’s later shenanigans will mirror me and my brothers too.

I also tend to based aunt-niece relationships (like Tina & Morgan…and Lucy & Rey later) on me and my aunt 💞 I love her to pieces

Which OC is your favorite to write?

This answer changes all the time, between Lucy and Morgan 😂 currently it’s Morgan, but that could change (though hopefully it won’t until I finish this fic 😅)

I also quite enjoy writing Astra 💞 she’s a bit of a different character, in that she’s a bit more wry and sarcastic (similar to Tory Nichols, if you’ve seen Cobra Kai), and as challenging as that can be character-wise, it’s also super fun when I nail it

Which OC do you identify with the most?

Ooh probably Aminah, though that does feel a bit like cheating because I did create her to be a younger me 😅 if we’re talking about which OC is the most self-insert one I have, it’s definitely her

What’s a random happy memory for your favorite side OC?

Ooh well James and Morgan met because he saw her sitting alone at lunch and decided to sit with her.

She was still pretty wary and uncertain (understandable, being two years younger than her peers), and part of her thought he was making fun of her, so she told him to shove off. James said, “Are you sure? I won’t bother you, I promise…I just needed a place where I can hear myself think.”

Morgan just kinda shrugged and didn’t say anything else. She asked him about it the next day when he sat next to her again, but he just made the same excuse. That kept going on for days until she finally asked what he really wanted.

“I just didn’t want you to be alone,” he admitted, “because you looked like you needed it. I promise that’s all.” It took her a little while to accept that, but it helped that James also felt a little braver and started cracking some jokes, making her smile and laugh.

And that was the start of a wonderful friendship 💞 (and romance, later, though even when that ended, their friendship was as strong as ever)

[loousir]

[Gorgon] Some Secrets Should be Said

Gorgon Male x Unaware/Oblivious Male Reader

Eros

Warnings: Tiniest ammout of homophobia/racisim, smoochin in a supply closet, YOU MAY BE IN HIGHSCHOOL BUT YOU ARE 18

Masterlist

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It was an early Monday morning. The usual early birds were arriving at school, you being one of them. Rumor was going around of a new student getting enrolled. There were only three high schools in this small town; One for monsters, one for humans, and one for both. You were enrolled in the one that shared with monsters. The overall relations in the school were good, other than the typical high school antics.

You had just been dropped off by your sibling and we're walking into the building. A few people smiled your way and you smiled back, heading to your first hour. The teacher was a Satyr and she was a bubbly as ever, happy to see you in the morning. "Good morning (Y/n), we have a new student coming today." Your ears perked up and you looked over to her.

"Ah, we do? So the rumor was true after all?" She laughed and said, "Yes! He's gonna make a bit of history here." You became confused at her statement as you walked over to your seat. "What do you mean by that?" You asked setting your bag on the table. "I might get in a bit of trouble for telling but..." She walked over, her hooves clacking on the floor as she did. She leaned in on the table, "He will be the first Gorgon to be enrolled into the school!"

She seemed overly excited about the new student but you smiled at her enthusiasm. "You seem awfully happy about that. Is he in our class?" You asked, sitting down in your chair. Her smiled seemed to get wider as she nodded. You paused for a moment and leaned back. "Does that mean he's gonna sit by me?" She nods again. "Yep! You are the only one without a table partner. I'm sure you'll be fine. He's a nice kid." She ruffeled your hair and you swatted her hands away. "Auntie, you know I'm taken right?" She isn't your biological aunt but she's very close with your mom so you call her it for fun.

She laughed and walked away saying, "He's a cute one." You sighed and rolled your eyes as you pulled out your phone. You opened Snapchat and sent a message to your boyfriend.

You took a cute selfie, looking down at the phone while your forehead rested on the table.

Aunties super excited about our new student.

Ngl, I kinda am too. She said he was a Gorgon and I think she's onto my facination with cute snakes xx

You sent the snap and put your phone face down on the table before resting your face on your bag. A minute or so passed before you got a message back.

It was a black screen but he usually sent one. Admittedly, you have never seen him but you respected that since you fell in love with his personality, which was charming as ever.

Don't go cheating on me now ;)

I might just have to show you I'm cuter xx

You smiled and took another selfie.

So that means I get to see you then??? Game on babe xx

You smiled as you sent it. Yeah, it was cheesy flirting but it made you happy none the less. A few seconds later he messaged back with another black screen.

Hmm, I just might lol

You sent that you love him too and put your phone in your pocket. Smiling slightly as you looked up to see that some other students were starting to show up. Soon enough, the first bell for class to start rings and students filter in, taking their seats. Five minutes later, you still haven't seen a certain Gorgon as the final bell rings, saying anyone who wasn't there was late.

Gotta get to class, message you when I can

Love you xx

Mrs. Hucksburry stood at the front of the class, writing some last minute things on the board. "Alright class," Most of the students quiet down at her words. "As you may have heard, we have a new student today! I want you to treat him with respect as he is one of us," She said referring to her fellow monsters. "He is the first of his kind to be enrolled into our schools system." Right as she finished speaking, the door opened to show a rather handsome face and a the obvious 'hair' that came in the shape of several small, darkly colored snakes that seemed to form some sort of style.

He wore rather nice and stylish clothes, very 90's -esk. Mrs. Hucksburry smiled more and looked over to him. "Good morning Mr. Lamollot, glad to see you made your way here." He smiles a cute and almost shy smile, making a pair of girls in class giggle. You watched and tuned out what they were saying before seeing he was looking at you.

You waved to him as he walked over to your table. "I'm guessing you're (Y/n)?" You smiled and nodded, "That'd be me." You put your bag on the floor next to the table and he quietly sat down next to you. "I'm Eros by the way." He was quiet when he spoke as class had officially started. You pulled out a notebook with a pen/pencil and made a message page.

You have the same name as my boyfriend!

You tore the paper out and slid it over to him while he was getting his own notebook and pen. Notes were handwritten on the board since the projector broke and hadn't been replaced yet but no one seemed to mind. The paper was slid back over to you.

Really? What are the chances of that?

His hand writing was nice for a boy and you looked out of the corner of your eye to see him smiling. You smiled too and wrote back.

Who knows but I think it's cool

You slid the paper back and he took a minute to slide it back but you patiently waited since you would have done the same. He didn't write anything on it.

You seem pretty chill Eros, wanna hang out at lunch? Also can I see your schedule? • 3 •

The paper was passed back for the fifth time during class and all it said was his schedule along with a "Sure!" underneath. You told him that the two of you share the same schedule. WhAt A cOiNcIdEnCe.

You looked over to him to see him looking at the paper. He looked up to you and you smiled. Eros smiled back and took the paper to ask.

Do you have early release too?

You read it as he wrote and he looked up to you. You nodded and he wrote again.

Wanna go chill at the park?

You shrugged and nodded again when he looked up to you. He smiled and nodded as the two of you went back to working on class work. You hadn't noticed it before but, his snakes seemed to be interested in you, which you thought was cute.

--- Skip to Break ---

An hour and a half had passed and the two of you had talked a bit throughout the time. The bell for break just rang and you got up with Eros. The two of you walked out to the hallway. "Let me make a stop by my locker real quick then we can go to next hour and chill there for break." He nodded and leaned against the locker next to you when two girls walked up to him. They were the same pair from first hour.

"Hey Eros, wanna hang with us at lunch?" The "leader" asked, standing in front of him. "Yeah that'd be like, totally cool if you did." Her buddy said, standing next to him. "Oh, sorry, me and (Y/n) al-" She cut him off with a scoff. "Oh you mean halfie? That kids got an imaginary boyfriend. How about you just ditch him and come eat with us." Eros looked over to you to see you had tensed and slowed your movements.

The girls focus turned on you, making you bite your lip. "Do you think you could not ruin this guy? He's like, super hot and doesn't need to be tainted by you." You looked away and felt a vibration come from your phone. You took the chance and opened it to see a message from your boyfriend. She smirked, "Did your 'boyfriend' text you? What'd he say?" She asked in a taunting tone.

You ignored her and opened the message. It was a new picture of the "super hot" guy standing next to you looking down to his phone.

Wanna dip babe?

These bitches are annoying the fuck outta me lol

The three of you looked up to him surprised as you closed your locker. He awkwardly smiled and said, "Guess I had to ruin that surprise cause some bimbos wanna fuck a gay guy." He laughed and walked over to you, grabbing your hand. You were speechless.

How did I not connect the dots earlier? Am I really that dense?

"It's a shame too. I was considering being friends, until you insulted my boyfriend, that is." He locked your fingers and looked back at the two. "Go suck a dildo, whore." Eros flipped them off and walked off with you around the corner, looking for a private spot. "Anywhere there won't be eavesdroppers?" He asked quietly. You nodded and lead him to a back room.

You opened the door with the key you had and let you go in first. The room was pretty nice considering it was useless. You turned on the light at set your bag down, Eros doing the same. "Are you really my boyfriend?" You asked stepping closer to him. He blushed and nodded, "I... I think so... I kind of ruined the supr-mm!" His eyes widened as you connected your lips to his. You pulled away and were about to speak when he connected them again, pressing his body into yours slightly.

He pulled away and you smiled, a blush was covering your face. "I've wanted to do that for so long." You said looking up to him slightly. "Me too." He said, hugging you close. "Why did you lie to me about being human?" You asked, resting your face on his chest. "I was... Scared of how you'd react if I told you the truth." You pulled away and looked up to him. "Are you kidding? Look what I was missing out on!" You said, making gestures to him.

Eros smiled and laughed. "I have a question for you though," You tilted your head slightly. "Why did they call you halfie?" You looked away and brushed back the hair around your ears. The tips of them were pointed much like an elf's but not as long. "My dads an elf. They like to use it as an insult since they're full and I'm not..."

Eros smiled again and nuzzled his nose to the crook of your neck. His snakes were gently booping their noses against your cheek as if giving you small kisses. You giggled at the sensation and he hummed to ask what was so funny. "Your snakes are cute." You said gently intertwining your fingers with them. He gently kissed your neck and rubbed your sides. "Well, they love you just as much as I love you." He said closing his eyes and hugging you.

You smiled and removed your hand to cup his cheek and make him look at you. His golden eyes were half lidded as he did. "Well," You said almost mocking him in away. "I love you and your snakes too." His eyes closed as he leaned in and yours did the same, both of your lips connecting again.

Eros pressed himself into you as both of you kissed. You pulled away first for air and he kissed your cheek and jaw lightly. You checked your phone when he pulled away he asked. "I'm curious how you got a key to a janitors closet." You leaned up to him and kissed his cheek. "My biological uncles the principal and he gave me the room to chill if I need to. It's usually where I would hang out for lunch but I dont really need to anymore since early release and all."

He "ooh'd" and nodded. "Makes sense. Wish I had a place like this at my old school." He looked back at you and his eyes went to your hair while you were checking something on your phone. Eros almost hesitantly brushed his fingers through your (h/c) hair. You jumped slightly at the sudden touch but enjoyed it none the less. "We have 4 minutes by the way." You said closing your eyes and leaning into his hand.

"Your hair is really nice. It's so soft." He smiled when you did and he gently kissed your nose while removing his hand from your hair. You tried your best to make it look like how it did before. "Sorry." He said gently with a small laugh. "Don't be, let's head to next hour so we can get this day done with and hang out." He nodded at your words and you grabbed his hand as the two of you grabbed your bags and quietly made it to the class you're meant to be in.

--- Skip to End of Day ---

The last two hours of school they had went by pretty quickly. The bell for lunch and early release seniors rang, making most people rush to leave or go to lunch. You and Eros lagged behind, waiting for the halls to clear a bit. He gently grabbed your hand as you finished putting your bag on. "Do you wanna go to the park or my house? I have a car so it doesn't matter too much on which you pick." He said with a small laugh.

You blushed and shrugged, "I would probably like your house since it's kinda cold out right now..." The two of you walked out of the class, hand in hand. The pair of girls from earlier watched with hatred/jealousy as the two of them walked out together. They were all going the same way so they got to see Eros walk you to his 1969 Blue Camaro.

Eros unlocked the car and opened the passenger door for you to get in to which you gladly accepted. You set your bag down by your feet and buckled as he set his bag in the back and got in. "I hope my dad isn't home." He said closing his door and starting the car. "Why do you say that?" You asked as he buckled his seat belt.

He sighed and leaned back on his seat. "He doesn't actually know we're... Y'know, dating. Or if he does he has no clue you're a guy..." You nodded and looked to him while he backed out from the parking lot. "We can still go to the park. I'll survive I'm sure." You said softly. "Plus I kinda wanna wear your jacket..." You mumbled the last part while looking away but he heard and smiled, acting as if he didn't hear.

"There's one close to my house we can go to. It's pretty cool if you wanna go there." Eros said while stopping at a light. "That sounds good." He smiled again and looked over to you before looking back at the light. Seeing it change to green, he stepped on the gas again and headed to the destination.

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The ride was comfortably quiet other than the occasional comment about something in the passing scenery. "Ok, we're here." Eros said, parking his car in the relatively empty parking lot. "I've never seen this place before. It's really pretty." You said as the two of you stepped out.

"Yeah. It's pretty quiet here. I usually hang out here after school. I have never been home "on time" since I got a car 3-ish years ago." You smiled and held his hand as he locked the car and put the keys away. "I'll take you to my favorite spot. There's all kinds of secret areas thanks to the trees." He said with a slight child like glee. You giggled like the school boy that you are as he dragged you along through a beautiful walkway that was shaded by the trees. "Gods it's so pretty here." You said under your breath.

You walked for what felt like forever before he shifted to stand behind you, wrapping an arm around your waist. He removed his hand to show one of the few non blank pictures he sent. "Oh wow." The winter sun was shining over the neighboring town, giving a good idea of just how small it was. "We have a cliff?" You asked suddenly, making Eros laugh and hug you close to his body.

Eros smiled as he took a turn off the path and up a small hill. He stopped and gently let go of your hand, covering your eyes. You reached up to remove his hand but he stopped you. "W-what are you doing Eros?" He giggled and started walking, making you grab onto him afraid of running into something. "Eros?!"

"Don't worry babe. I promise it's nothing bad. I know you'll like it."

"Kinda crazy right?" He said before resting his chin on your shoulder. You nodded as his snakes gently booped you're temple and cheek again, making you smile. You reached up and gently placed a hand on Eros' cheek, rubbing your thumb against his jawline. "Wanna sit down? I have two and a half hours before I have to be home." You nodded again and he pulled away, leading you over to a fairly large tree.

He took off his jacket and tossed it up onto a branch before jumping into the tree himself. You were surprised before he reached down to help you up. "C'mon, it'll give us some privacy just incase anyone comes over here." You somewhat hesitantly took his hand and he helped pull you up onto the thick tree branch. He leaned back against the trees core, letting his legs hang down and inviting you to do the same against him.

The two of you sat in comfortable silence again while he hugged you close, resting his head against your shoulder. "I love you. A lot." He mumbled softly into your ear. You smiled and held onto the top of his hand that was holding onto your stomach. "I love you a lot too." You mumbled back. "Oh and, do you wanna wear my jacket now? I noticed you were shivering ever since we started walking."

You blushed and looked down to the tree branch and ground below it. "I didn't think you heard me say that..." He giggled and leaned forward a bit, grabbing the jacket off the branch it was hooked on to. You moved forward and he helped you put the slightly bigger jacket on. You snuggled into the lingering warmth, taking in his soft cologne.

"Your jacket smells good babe." Eros chuckles and pulls you against his chest again. "Well, it's got my favorite cologne on it so if course it smells good." You smile and let your head fall back against his shoulder and he kissed your temple.

"So. Do you wanna explain yourself a bit?"

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Minimal spell/grammar checking, also set up for a part 2?

[supercorpkid]

Get the door, it’s depression.

Supercorp, Kara Danvers x Daughter!Reader, Lena Luthor x Daughter!Reader, Alex Danvers x Niece!Reader.

Word Count: 2850.

Warning: Yep, it’s depression. May cause some triggers, please do not read this if it could cause you any discomfort or pain.

You hear the knock on your door. Kara’s wake up call. You open your eyes, only for them to be filled with tears immediately. You can’t. Can’t get up from bed, can’t go to school, can’t face the world right now.

The knock comes with a weird tug in the stomach. You feel like throwing up. Your heart is racing, your palms are sweating, yet your mouth is completely dry.

Not another panic attack, not another panic attack.

You shut your eyes hard and pray to Rao they forget about your existence. You pray Lena doesn’t open your bedroom’s door with the same old wake up call. You can practically hear her saying, ‘come on, baby. School. Let’s go.’ The sentence makes your stomach twist and turn inside you.

“Babygirl.” You hear Lena’s voice and oh no, here it comes. You turn to the side of your bed. There’s no time to move her out of the way and run to the bathroom, so you vomit right there. “Baby!”

Lena rushes to your side, holding your hair out of the way, while you keep throwing up something that cannot be described as food. You haven’t eaten in more than 18 hours. This yellow thing coming out of you, is not food.

“KARA! Help, please!” Lena yells, stroking your back lightly, trying to calm you down.

“What’s wrong? What’s-?” Kara's face appears in the bedroom. By the time she walks in, you’re basically done leaving everything you had on your stomach on the floor. “Oh no.” She swopes you in, in bridal style, getting you out of your vomited bedroom and into theirs. “You’re ok. Mommy is here. It’s ok, little one.” She says while laying you down in their bed.

“What are you feeling, babygirl?” Lena asks and you think about it. What are you feeling?

You’re feeling sick, but you’re not sick. You’re feeling tired, but you can’t get physically tired so it’s obviously not it. There’s nothing left in your stomach still the tug is right there.There are no words to explain what you’re feeling. There’s no illness you can blame it on.

What if they tell you to go to school? What if they tell you that you must get out of bed? You can’t get up. Your body is not responding to movement.

“Just-” You think about it. Just what? What is this? Why can’t you find the words to describe it? “Sick.” You can’t believe you’re doing this, but you fake cough. Like Kara usually fakes cough. And it’s so obvious, it’s so ridiculously over the top, that you’re sure they’re going to yell at you about it.

They don’t yell. Instead, they share a look. They have one of their telepathic conversations that you are usually not a part of. But this time you can tell what they’re thinking. They know you’re lying. Maybe the fake cough was a little too much. But they also know you don’t lie. Well, almost never, anyways. And you did throw up, and you also skipped meals, and Lena is looking at you like that. So, she knows something is up, she just doesn’t know exactly what.

“Ok.” Lena lets it out, like a sigh. “So you’re sick.” She goes to the bed, sitting next to you and investigating you further. “That means you won’t go to school.”

“Thanks.” You’re immediately relieved about it. Maybe it shows because they look at each other again, no more puzzlement in their faces.

“Do you want to stay in bed today?” Kara asks, and you agree with your head weakly. Not because you’re faking being sick. What you wanted, right now, was to vividly agree with your head because staying in bed is all you want. But weak is all you can do, for some reason. “Do you want mommy to stay with you?”

“Ummm.” No. You don’t want Kara around. You can’t even fathom the thought of her trying to cheer you up or shoving food at your face like all of this can be solved with food. “It’s ok, you should go to work. Is nothing serious.”

“Ok.” She looks disappointed at your answer. “How about if Lena stays?”

No. You also don’t want Lena around. Just the thought of having Lena pressing you to tell her what’s wrong, or that she can look at your face and see all that you’re hiding, sends shivers down your spine.

“Guys, it’s ok. It’s just some stupid cold or something like that.” You can’t get a cold, moron. How is this a cold?

“I’ll bring something for you to eat.” Kara makes her way downstairs and you look at Lena, still looking too knowing next to you.

“I’m ok. I just need to sleep a little more.” You pat her leg to comfort her. Feels weird comforting her when you know you’re the one who needs it so bad. “Go to work, mom. There’s a lot to do before L Corp launches the new device.”

Lena’s hand goes to your cheek. Usually, you would try giving her a little smile, but there’s nothing inside you that would be able to fake a believable smile right now, and you don’t have to give her more reasons to worry.

“Go.” You pat her leg again.

She gives you the longest forehead kiss you’ve ever gotten in your life. “I love you.”

“I’m not dying, you know.” You complain a little, but Lena doesn’t move. Green eyes pleading you to say the same. “I love you too.”

“Rest, baby.” Another forehead kiss. “I’ll ask Kara to check in on you later.”

“Thanks mom.”

When Lena leaves the bedroom, you let out a relieved sigh. It’s ok. They don’t know. You don’t have to explain yourself; you don’t need to find words, you don’t even know, to describe how you’re feeling. You can try and find as many words as you would like but there’s only one that will do. You’re feeling empty.

There is this crushing feeling of worthlessness and hopelessness. There is a war inside your mind, and at the same time you feel like you’re underwater. And you don’t even know how this is possible. You keep hearing ‘you should die’, you keep thinking you hate the Luthor name, you keep wondering why you had to be born with super powers. But at the same time that’s all hard to understand, because your mind feels drowned in muffled noises. You are exhausted.

You hear when Kara walks back into the room with food. You pretend you’re asleep. She knows you’re faking. You know she knows. Yet, you don’t open your eyes, nor does she call you on your lie.

You feel Kara’s big warm hand stroking your arm. You hear a worried sigh. You hear her saying she loves you. And you fall asleep.

When you wake up, it’s because you hear Kara again. You don’t know how long it has been since she left, but you hear her on the phone, and still, you don’t open your eyes.

“Still asleep, love.” She says, right outside the bedroom door. If you wanted, you could use your super hearing and listen to what Lena is saying too, but it’s too much effort and you’re exhausted. “No, she hasn't eaten anything yet. I know, Lena! I’m worried too! Ok, fine. I’ll wake her up. Call you later.”

You bite the inside of your mouth, hold your breath, and wait for it. But Kara doesn’t come in, instead you hear a whoosh of air, and she flies out. You breathe out again. Great, you can go back to sleep.

“Little one. Hey.” You feel Kara’s hand on your hair. “Wake up baby, I brought you donuts.”

“No, thanks. I just want to sleep some more.” You shuffle in bed, turning to the other side and ignoring Kara’s loud sighs.

“You’ve been sleeping for eight hours straight. You’ve skipped dinner last night, breakfast and lunch today. I’m sorry, my heart, but you have to wake up and eat something.” She tries again, even more soft than she was talking before.

“I don’t want to.”

“Please baby, just eat a little bit. There’s donuts, pizza, and your mom sent your favorite pasta from that place you like so much.” Kara’s hand is stroking your back, and it feels nice. But her voice is annoying you. And you’re oh, so, so tired. Her hands move to your face, and she strokes your cheek. “There’s so much stuff you like, sweet girl.”

“Please leave.”

“Little one…”

“Momma, just leave.”

She does, you reckon. You can’t really tell. Your mind is foggy, and you think you’re asleep again. Or maybe you’re awake. Maybe this is a dream. Maybe it’s reality. Maybe-

“Hey kiddo. Can you hear me?” You can. You wish the world would just stop talking to you, though. You wish your phone would stop ringing. You wish there wasn’t a hot yellow sun lamp on top of your body right now. There’s really no reason for it. “It’s aunt Alex. Can you tell me what you’re feeling?”

“I’m tired. Let me sleep.”

“Your body functions are normal. Heartbeat, oxygen, temperature. The yellow sun light is on. You’re not supposed to be tired.” She says again, touching the pulse point on your neck.

“Leave, please.” You beg, weakly. There’s no strength, there is no will power inside you.

You pray the world would just stop. The world doesn’t.

“Listen-” The mattress dips next to you when she sits. Alex easily turns your face to her. “Open your eyes and look at me. Please.”

“Why won’t you leave?” You whine, incapable of doing what she’s asking.

“Because I’m worried, your moms are worried, your cousin is worried, and we need to figure this out.” You feel her hands cupping your face, her two thumbs getting under your eyes and pulling the skin down. Your eyes unwittingly open. “Keep them open, please.” Reluctantly, you do. “Follow my finger.” She starts moving her finger in front of your face from one side to the other. “Good. Besides feeling tired, what else do you feel?”

“Annoyed at your presence.” It’s out of your mouth before you can think about it. It’s not a lie, but also not something you would just come out and say it like that. But you have no strength to take it back.

She sighs, loudly. “Just tell me what happened, kiddo. I’m sure I can help you.”

“You can’t.” Your jaw hardens at its own accord. The thought of ‘what happened’ keeps pulling the string around your neck tighter and tighter. The pit on your stomach feels infinite. “No one can, so just leave me the fuck alone.”

“Would you be willing to talk to anyone about this?” Alex doesn’t leave. You wish you were angry about it. You wish you could just tell her to go to hell. But tears find their way into your eyes and down your cheeks without your control. You hate not feeling in control of your own body. She cleans the tears with her thumb, softly. “If you don’t want to talk to me. Maybe to one of your moms?”

“No. Please, no.”

“Jamie?” You think about it. You think about anyone you would like to talk to right now. Not a single name comes to mind.

“Can I just sleep and talk to someone tomorrow?” You beg again. All that you’ve been doing is begging and whining and praying, still not a single soul responds to it. “Please, I’m-I’m exhausted. I can’t do any more talking today.”

“Ok.” Alex agrees. “You can talk tomorrow, but you have to eat today and that is non-negotiable.”

“Ok. I’ll eat.” But you close your eyes again, and before you know it, you’re drifting back to sleep.

It’s night, it’s day. Maybe night again.

Time passes, but it doesn’t.

You twist and turn, and sleep, and sleep-

Kara doesn’t let go of you. Lena sighs and whispers. They worry, but there’s nothing you can do about it. You have no strength to do anything about it.

They sigh, you feel bad. Then worse. Then you don’t feel anything at all.

They cry, you feel shitty. Instead of making them stop crying, you cry too. Then it’s like you’ve never even knew tears in your life.

It’s a full circle.

And then maybe it’s day again.

“Please, little one, wake up.” You blink your eyes at the request. Kara is holding food, and Lena is holding water in front of your face. “It’s been two days, you have to eat or Alex will use the red sun lamp to do an IV rehydration, and it’s going to be so much worse.”

“Mommy.” You whine, closing your eyes again.

“I’m sorry, baby. But you need food.” She sets the food on the side of the bed and sits you up. “Come on, you eat a little and we’ll let you go back to sleep, how about that?”

“How about I just sleep?”

“Hey. No, no.” She holds you up, before you try to lay down again. You hear Kara whispering in your ear. “Remember that you are my heart, and I need my heart to be strong. So please.”

You whine one more time, like a hurt puppy, but you still eat. Anything they put in your mouth, really, you don’t even care what it is. You eat and drink, then sleep and sleep-

“Babygirl. Hey, mom is here with you, ok?” You feel Lena’s hand on your hair, scraping your scalp so softly; you want nothing but that for the rest of your life.

“Don’t stop.” You wail. You must be begging again. It’s all you do.

“Playing with your hair?” She asks and you hum in agreement. “Ok, I won’t. Can I hold you?”

“Yes. But no talking.”

Lena gets comfortable next to you. One arm is around your ribcage, the other one on your hair, scrapping, playing, stroking it.

Your heart is empty, your stomach is empty, now your mind feels the same. It’s almost nice to feel nothing at all.

“Your phone doesn’t stop buzzing.” Lena says a while later and again your words leave your mouth before you can even process them.

“Ignore it. It’s them.”

“Who’s them?”

“The bullies.” Lena’s hand stops moving on your hair, her body stiffens close to yours. But your mind is foggy. The string around your neck tightens harder. Your stomach is an endless void. “Don’t stop, please.”

Jamie comes, she leaves unnoticed.

Maya comes, she leaves unanswered.

You haven’t left your moms’ bed in so long. It’s day, it’s night. Is it day again?

Your therapist comes.

She is in a depressive episode, he says.

Your moms yell, our baby is depressed?

No. She is having a depressive episode. Those are different things, he answers.

You want to scoff. There’s no strength.

You’re not depressed, you’re tired. The world is an infinite pit of misery. He wouldn’t say that you’re depressed if he knew what you’ve been through. Oh, wait. He does.

You’re an infinite pit of despair. You wish people would just go on with their lives, everyone but you. You wish your life would just stopped until you’re not tired anymore and can deal with things.

Every time you’re awake, you hear a voice in your ear saying, ‘You should die. Your family will be better off without you’. And you’re so beaten down, you believe it. So you close your eyes, and sleep and sleep-

“Here, my love.” Lena holds a little pill in front of your face, with a bottle of water.

“What’s that?”

“This will help. I promise.” She asks, or is she begging? You don’t take it. “Please baby, you have to take it.”

“Here, little one.” Kara has to physically open your mouth and put the pill on your tongue. Water washes over it soon after. “You’re going to be fine, my heart. We promise.”

“What was that?” You try again. Their answers weren’t satisfactory.

They look at each other. Must be telepathic talking. You lay your head down on your pillow again. You’re exhausted. So, so fucking tired.

Why the fuck is the world still spinning? Why is the world still standing?

It’s night, it’s day. Is it night again?

“Are you reading this?” You hear far away. Like a dream. Like you might be imagining, projecting, or even hallucinating.

“I-I can’t read any more of that, Lena. Look at the things they are telling her.”

“All because of my stupid last name.”

“For how long? How long did we let this happen for? We should’ve-We-My God, Lena! How did we not notice this before?”

“Too long. But that’s enough. That’s it, Kara. I mean it.”

Is this really happening? Are you dreaming? You feel so disconnected from reality. But it matters not, if it’s real or hallucination. The pull tights around your neck, heart and stomach. There is no hope, no help. Anything they do, will make things worse. But your mind is foggy. By now, you’re just a shell of a person. So instead of screaming for them to stop, you sleep and sleep and sleep-

Notes:

@lilyduranhanna prompted me this and as painful as it was to write, I hope is still enjoyable somehow?

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Spetch

New Story! FFN and AO3

Andromeda isn't sure about reconnecting with her sister after the War, but Teddy might just be the key to making it all work. Family fluff!

@thisismegz sent me this prompt back in November and I've been a rotten friend and am just now getting to it, BUT it's here and I hope you like it, darling! Thanks for always being a lovely friend!

Spetch

Andromeda straightened her hat as she kept a firm grip on Teddy's hand. She had ignored Cissy's letters for almost six months, and part of her still feared that this was a mistake, but as she'd lost nearly all of her family in the war, her cautious behavior felt justified, as did this meeting.

Cissy had wanted her to come to Malfoy Manor, to which Andromeda had vehemently refused. She told Narcissa they could meet at one of the small cafes in magical London or they could continue not seeing each other. To her surprise, Cissy had agreed.

Andromeda hadn't meant for Teddy to come along to this first meeting. But Molly had fallen ill, Harry was working, Ginny was at a doctor's appointment, and while Fleur had stayed home to take care of Vic, Andromeda felt horrible asking her to handle Teddy and Vic while pregnant and trying to get what work done she could. So for better or worse, Teddy was coming along to meet his great aunt.

"Do they have ice cream, Gran?" Teddy skipped next to her, his hair green at the moment.

"I don't know dear, but if you're well behaved and they do have ice cream, I think that would be alright."

"I'll eat all my lunch if they have ice cream."

"You should eat your lunch even if they don't have ice cream." Andromeda opened the door to the cafe and led him inside. She hoped she would have the stomach to eat anything because while scanning for Cissy her stomach felt about the size of a peanut.

She found her sister, seated at a table near the back of the cafe, along with her son.

Andy slipped her hand into her robes and gripped her wand. Better to be ready.

"There they are," she led Teddy toward the table.

"Narcissa," Andy helped Teddy into his chair.

"Andromeda," Cissy smiled and Andy hoped she wasn't being taken in as she let go of her wand to sit next to Teddy.

"I'm Teddy." Teddy spoke up as he picked up a menu. "This is my Gran."

"Teddy," Andy nodded to Cissy, "this is my sister and her son. He went to school with Harry."

Teddy dropped the menu on the floor. "You know Harry!"

Draco scowled. "Not at the moment."

"Harry and Ginny are the best!" Teddy bounced in his seat. "Harry's an Auror and it's so cool! I'm going to be one too! And Ginny is super good at Quidditch! She's going to win all the Quidditch Cups! But she didn't finish this season because she's having my god-brother really soon. And Aunt Fluer is having a baby too! Vic told me yesterday! But it's going to be a long time before Vic's baby comes. They won't know if it's a brother or a sister for a long time too, but not as long."

"Thank you, Teddy," Andy put her hand on Teddy's shoulder and handed him his menu. Draco looked like he might break his teeth, his jaw was clenched so tightly. "Why don't you look at this and decide what you want. If you need help with any of the words just ask."

"Ok," Teddy took the menu and grinned as he found the word Sandwiches. "Look Gran! These come with crisps!"

Andy couldn't help the smile that spread across her face. Just like his grandfather to find the crisps first thing. "Wonderful, dear."

"I trust you've been well, Andromeda?" Cissy brought her attention back to her.

Andy looked up from Teddy and bit back the initial retort that flew to her lips. Had she been well to have her husband, daughter, and son-in-law murdered? Had she been well to raise her grandson with the help of his godparents? Had she been well, knowing her circumstances were caused by members of her own family?

"I've managed," was the tight answer she ground out. "And yourself?"

"We've been as well as could be expected." Cissy nodded.

It went silent then and just before it began to feel awkward, their server arrived to take their orders. Then it went silent again.

But Teddy had never been good with silence, much like his grandfather, he felt the need to fill it.

"Gran, can we bring Harry and Ginny some dessert tonight? Grandma Weasley says dessert makes babies happy when they're in their mom's tummy."

Draco scoffed and before Andy could glare at the young man, Cissy pointed her finger at him and raised her eyebrows. Draco's shoulders stiffened but he fell silent.

Andy smiled at Cissy in thanks and turned back to Teddy. "Tell you what, we'll stop by Harry's office after this and see what he thinks. Then we'll do that."

"That's smart, Harry knows what Ginny likes best. He knows so many things. He's really smart. Do you think I'll learn as many things as Harry, Gran?"

"I think you will," Cissy smiled at Teddy.

Teddy bounced in his chair. "I want to! Then I'll be the best big brother because I'll be like Harry, and Harry is the best!"

Andy was distracted by Draco making a sound that was somewhere between a strangled cry and an annoyed huff, but Cissy brought her back to the conversation.

"You know who else can teach you to be the best older brother you can be?" She asked Teddy.

Teddy shook his head as leant forward over the table. "Who?"

Cissy smiled at him. "Your Gran is my big sister, and I think she can teach you everything you need to know."

Andromeda pushed the wave of emotion that hit her down and smiled at Narcissa, managing a quiet, "Thank you."

That one lunch certainly didn't fix everything. They weren't immediately close because of seeing each other again. But it did start them talking again. It did get them in the same room, at the same table, once a month.

And any time Cissy mentioned Draco would be joining her, Andy took a little joy in bringing Teddy along too and watching Draco try to grind down his teeth while Teddy talked about how wonderful his godparents are.

[bbangsoonie]

teach me about love

member: kevin genre: fluff (preschool teacher!kevin au) word count: 2,120 synopsis: when your brother asks you to pick up your nieces from school, you find a teacher that you find to be cuter than the toddlers there.

a/n: happy birthday to our moonlight boy, kevin 🌙

You didn’t really like kids. They were adorable, of course, but they were snotty walking embodiments of germs and you had no idea how to entertain them. They were absolutely precious when sleeping but their tantrums terrified you.

Whenever they came up to you with those bright expectant eyes, you didn’t know what to do except pet their head. Everyone around you would scold you saying that they were children, not dogs. But in your defense, they didn’t seem to mind.

To be honest, you preferred dogs over kids. They were cute all the time.

Nonetheless, you still adored your nieces. The older one, Ahyoung, reminded you of your own past self. She was shy and reserved but sought out love and attention. She constantly needed assurance to fight early signs of anxiety. The younger one, Soyoung, was the complete opposite; she was loud and outgoing. She easily made friends with everyone and adjusted well to new environments.

So when your brother asked you for a last minute favor, you were more than happy to pick them up at their preschool. Unfortunately, however, you were terrible with directions and ended up 20 minutes late.

Apologizing profusely to the staff and teachers, you made your way throughout the building to find their classroom. That was another struggle of its own.

“Auntie Y/n!” you heard two familiar voices screech. You laughed as they ran up to you and hugged your legs.

“Sorry I’m late girls,” you pouted as you squished their cheeks.

“It’s okay, Auntie! Teacher Kevin was playing house with us,” Ahyoung beamed.

“Teacher Kevin was our dog!” Soyoung giggled.

You looked up to see a male teacher sheepishly escape from the tiny playhouse. You held back a laugh, pitying him for what the girls put him through.

“I’m sorry about that,” you chuckled.

“No worries,” he smiled. “It’s my job and I love kids. I had fun playing with them too.”

“I’m Y/n,” you introduced as you held out a hand. “I’m Ahyoung and Soyoung’s aunt. I came to pick them up since my brother got caught up in a work emergency.”

“It’s nice to meet you. My name is Kevin,” he said as he shook your hand. You knew it was unprofessional to think this but he was cute. Like, really cute.

Trying to leave before your smiling cheeks could reveal your thoughts, you quickly collected the girls’ bags and helped them put their jackets on. You bid their cute teacher goodbye and happily suggested an aunt-niece ice cream date. They cheered at the idea of sweets and raced to your car.

The next week, your brother asked if you could pick the girls up from school again. Apparently they had been bugging him to have their favorite aunt come every day.

You weren’t sure if it was his flattery or if it was their sneaky plan for ice cream but you didn’t mind. As a freelancer, you had a flexible schedule. You were glad to spend time with your nieces and catch another glimpse of their teacher.

This time, you made sure to leave your house early. You ended up arriving before dismissal and watched as the kids ran around in the playground. Something about seeing Kevin’s eyes sparkle in front of them made you soft. He seemed so genuinely happy and looked at each student with honey dripping from his eyes.

Soyoung squealed as she chased after a boy who tapped her free in a game of freeze tag. She was a little confused about the rules but the effort was there.

While still keeping an eye on the children, Kevin approached you and asked if you wanted a juice box. You kindly declined, thanking him for the offer.

“You’re really good with the little ones,” you complimented.

“Ah, no, they’re the ones who are good with me,” he shyly shook his head. “I’m thankful that they see me as a fun and respectable teacher.”

“I find young kids to be difficult,” you confessed. “I don’t know how to match their level.”

“I get you. It’s definitely not easy to figure out what they want and try to communicate with them with their still-developing language skills. I’m still not great at it. I just try to improve a little more every day,” he said humbly.

He was a lot better than you who was quick to give up and run away. His words made you reflect and feel slightly guilty.

The bell chimed, making the students rush to line up in front of the door. Kevin left your side to gather everyone together and take them back inside to gather their belongings.

By now, a handful of parents had arrived and were waiting for their children. One by one, the students walked out with their matching yellow chick backpacks, excitedly running up to their guardian.

Your nieces greeted you in that high pitched shriek you loved, body slamming into your open arms. With them in your embrace, you gave them a tight squeeze before getting up and holding their hands to take them to the car.

“Wait!” you heard Kevin call out. Turning around, you were surprised to see him running towards you. When he caught up to you, he held out a book. Taking it, you read the title.

“The Body Language of Toddlers”

“I thought you might find this book useful,” his hands fumbled awkwardly, not knowing where to go. His gesture brought you a warm feeling.

“Thank you, Kevin. I’ll be sure to give it a read,” you smiled.

“Ooooh,” Ahyoung wiggled her eyebrows, making both you and Kevin blush. You ruffled her hair and ushered her towards your vehicle.

Picking the girls up from school became a biweekly thing for you. Every Monday and Friday, you would arrive ten minutes early to chat with Kevin as he told you funny stories that happened throughout the day. And when you worked with a bunch of preschoolers, there were a lot of those types of stories.

You listened as he went on about how a little boy woke up from a nap thinking he had an argument with his friend because of a nightmare he had. Kevin had to convince him that it was all a dream and that his friend did not actually steal his gummy worms and lie about it.

The way he spoke about his students was endearing. He made them sound like lovely angels even when they were cranky and misbehaving.

“We’re looking for chaperones for the upcoming field trip if you’re interested,” he cautiously brought up. “We only had a few parents sign up so we’d really appreciate any extra helping hands.”

Panicking, you stuttered about how you didn’t have the confidence to keep rowdy kids in check at a public space. He assured you that your only responsibility would be to make sure no one ran off and to accompany kids to the bathroom if they had to separate from the group.

He was a smooth talker. He somehow persuaded you into agreeing and you couldn’t believe you left the school that day after signing the form.

“Auntie, do you like Teacher Kevin?” Ahyoung asked you in the car ride back home.

“Sure, Teacher Kevin is nice,” you hummed.

“No, she means do you like like him?” Soyoung pressed.

You feigned innocence and pretended not to understand what they were talking about. They grilled you about how often you talked with him and even pointed out that he didn’t talk to other parents like that. They sure were smart-witted for their age.

On the day of the field trip, you spent a long time deciding on what to wear. You had no idea how casual you were supposed to dress as a chaperone.

You ended up choosing a simple outfit and rushed out the door to avoid being late. You had to say you were excited. It had been ages since you last visited an aquarium. And maybe the extra butterflies in your stomach were because of a certain someone you were looking forward to seeing.

Meeting Kevin outside of the school felt different. He stood out in the crowd of tiny humans. Even more so once you entered the place and you noticed that most of the visitors were families, students, or couples.

You softly smiled as you watched the kids fawn over colorful fish and gawk at sharks. It felt like you were returning to your own childhood innocence. You followed Ahyoung, who was pulling at your sleeve, to the jellyfish section where she asked you to take a picture of her with the transparent creature.

The photos came out so incredibly that you had to immediately send them to your brother. He texted back almost instantly and you scoffed when you read his message.

“Heck yeah I made that. Those are my genes right there.”

Rolling your eyes, the corners of your lips twitched up as you put the device away. You guided Ahyoung back to the rest of the group and ran into Kevin who was coming back from the bathroom with another student.

“How are you enjoying the trip so far?” he asked.

“It’s nice. Honestly not as chaotic as I thought it’d be,” you admitted.

“Oh don’t jinx it. Lunch time will be hectic,” he warned.

He was right. Between picky kids and the kimbap packed by their parents, the unwanted vegetables were flown around the picnic table. You barely managed to avoid the carrot that was flung in your direction. Unluckily, you were unable to dodge the spinach that was now tangled in your hair.

Kevin laughed as he tried to help you take it out, cracking a joke about it looking like seaweed and you looking like a mermaid dragged out of the ocean.

“He means you’re pretty, Auntie!!” Soyoung eagerly translated on his behalf. “Mermaids are super super pretty. Like Ariel, the princess!”

This raised a teasing crowd of “ooh”s from the group of preschoolers.

“Teacher Kevin and Auntie Y/n sitting in a tree,” a boy began chanting, “K-I-S-S-I-N-G!”

His friend made a face and screamed “ew,” making him laugh uncontrollably. Meanwhile, Kevin was trying his best to cover his burning ears. He pulled the beanie over his ears, not wanting to expose his embarrassment.

“My daddy said no boy is good enough for Auntie but I’ll tell him nice things about you, Teacher Kevin. Just specially for you,” Ahyoung proudly announced.

Awkwardly coughing, you stuffed her cheeks with another roll of kimbap. Her muffled cries of resistance were appeased with a juice box shoved into her mouth. The sweet drink diverted her attention away from you and back to her lunch.

You two were now officially shipped by all of Kevin’s students. Even the other teachers giggled as they passed by you.

By the end of the field trip, you were one of the last ones to leave. After all the other students and teachers departed from the aquarium, Kevin escorted you to the car with a sleeping Ahyoung in his arms and a sleeping Soyoung in yours.

You both carefully placed them in their car seats and closed the door after buckling their seat belts. Now that you were alone with him, you didn’t know what to say. Despite the silence, it wasn’t necessarily uncomfortable.

“So have you warmed up to the idea of kids yet?” he finally asked after clearing his throat.

“The book you gave me definitely taught me a lot of things,” you nodded. “Now I’m not completely terrified of them. And seeing you handle kids comforts me.”

“Really? How so?”

“I don’t know. It’s just… you so effortlessly take care of them and I can see how much you cherish each and every one of your students. I envy that.”

“Trust me, it’s not as easy as you think it is,” he chuckled.

Silence fell between you again but you simply enjoyed his presence. You turned your head to see him already staring at you. With your eyes, you wordlessly asked if there was something he wanted to say.

“So uh tomorrow’s Saturday,” he suddenly mentioned. He was fiddling with a loose thread on his sweater and hesitated to speak up again.

“Do you have any plans for the weekend?” he blurted. You couldn’t stop the smile that crept up on your face.

“Nope.”

“Would you like to um grab dinner with me tomorrow then?”

He anxiously held his breath as he waited for your response. Biting his lips, he wondered if he had ruined things by going too fast.

“Sure. How’s 6?” you finally answered.

“6 is great. 6 is lovely. Wonderful. Perfect,” he replied with a huge grin.

a/n: calling all kevin enthusiasts aka @reverienostalgia

i also may or may not have kinda wrote my little cousins into this fic.. 👉🏻👈🏻

[c-optimistic]

Hi!! I love the way you write. I would love if you can write about Lena and Kara balancing their jobs and being a mother. Thank you! I hope you have a great day ♥️

hey anon! I dunno if you’re the same person who sent me a very similar prompt decades ago, but if you are my apologies for the wait, and if you’re not, great minds think alike. hope you like it.

“Have you seen my heels?”

Kara didn’t look up as she answered. “Um, I think the girls kicked it under the couch when chasing—hey, stop it Liz, you’re supposed to swallow your food, not throw it at your sister.” 

“She started it,” Liz protested, pointing towards Ally and narrowing her eyes. Ally, two years older and at the stage where she believed herself to be far superior to her younger sister, mimicked her Aunt Alex’s huff of disbelief and shook her head.

“You heard Mom, Liz,” she said, sounding more like Lena than she did an eight-year-old. “Don’t throw your food. We eat food. Like this.” She mimicked eating, and Liz’s eyes went wide.

Kara winced, bracing herself for what she knew was coming.

“I know how to eat, Ally! Mom, tell her I know how to eat! Mom!” 

“Okay,” Kara said, holding up a hand. “That’s enough. Ally, don’t antagonize your sister. And Liz, stop throwing things.” 

“Yeah, Ally. Don’t antgize me,” Liz said with her chin raised high. Ally opened her mouth, clearly about to respond and extend this argument well into the ride to work with her, when Lena walked over, her shirt still not fully buttoned, wearing only one shoe, the other dangling from her hand. 

“Kara, I pushed my meeting to next week, so you can take care of your assignment tonight. But we’re going to have to cancel lunch if I want to take off early to pick up the girls.” 

Kara grinned, fixing Lena’s shirt and then allowing her to use her for balance as she leaned over to put her other shoe on. “Thank you. I know the assignment was super last minute,” she said, leaning over to press a quick kiss to Lena’s lips. Ally and Liz, united by their mutual dislike of their parents’ PDA, got over their food feud and made retching noises together before dissolving into giggles. “I’ll swing by, drop off some food. I know you’ll skip lunch otherwise.” 

“Yeah, yeah,” Lena mumbled, waving a hand and turning to the girls. “You two, behave for your mom, okay? I’ll see you at 4:30.” She kissed Liz and Ally on the foreheads, gave Kara one last fond look, then grabbed her bag and left. 

Kara sighed, reveling in the silence that followed her wife’s departure, and then: “Why do you have to work at all, Mom? You’re Supergirl.” 

“Don’t be dumb, Ally,” Liz responded, rolling her eyes. “Mom isn’t Supergirl, she’s a reporter.” She stressed the word like it was something bad, and Kara just took in a deep breath before gathering the dishes from their breakfast and taking it to the sink. 

“Liz, why don’t you go get dressed? And pick one thing to bring with you.”

“Aww, just one?” Liz complained, but she did as she was told, sliding off her chair and skipping down the hallway towards her bedroom. Kara waited till she was sure Liz was safely out of hearing range, and she turned to Ally. 

“We had a deal, Als,” she said, raising an eyebrow, hands on her hips. “It’s a secret until Liz is a little older.” 

Ally—dark haired and blue eyed, looking a little bit more like her father as the years dragged on, but acting more and more like her aunt every single day, and smarter than either of them were at that age—frowned. “You promised you’d teach me more about Krypton.”

“And I will.” When Ally just gave her a disbelieving look, Kara stepped closer to her, dropping to her eye-level. “Look, I have some time off in a few weeks. What if I took you to the Fortress of Solitude?” 

“Just you and me?” 

(More and more, Ally seemed to gravitate towards her more than towards Lena. Lena liked to joke that it was Ally’s Luthor genes shining through, wanting to be close to a Kryptonian just like her father and aunt. 

But for Kara...it felt nice even if she was anxious about it. Because what it was, more than anything, was evidence that Ally—for better or for worse—had chosen to see Kara as one of her mothers, that she accepted Kara the way she was, that she wanted to be involved with aspects of Kara’s life that she hid away for so long.

And yet, Kara wasn’t sure what brought it on, and Ally—much like Lena—was often silent on her feelings.)

“Just you and me,” Kara confirmed. “But we’ll have to ask Mommy for the okay, okay?”

“Aww, that’s what you said about the zoo, too! And Mommy said no.” Ally’s eyes narrowed. “You and Mommy play good cop and bad cop, that’s what Aunt Maggie says.”

“Don’t listen to your Aunt Maggie,” Kara said with a grin, straightening as Liz came running back towards them. 

“I’m ready, I’m ready, I’m ready!” she sang, dragging a massive duffel bag behind her. “It’s one thing,” she defended when Kara gave her a look. “You didn't say the one thing couldn’t be filled with other things.” 

“Ally, help your sister choose one toy, I need to get dressed.”

(And after much protest, an accident involving glitter, and a brief panic when Ally thought she forgot her books at home, they finally found their way to Kara’s office, only a tiny bit late.

Though if you asked Kara, she wouldn’t really have it any other way.) 

x

“Liz, please stop running, you know I can’t chase after you in heels,” Lena called out, watching carefully as Liz raced towards the swing set at the park. Ally, who was walking to Lena’s right, let out a soft snort and finally looked up from the book she’d been engrossed in since Lena picked the girls up from Kara’s office. 

“Mom said we should tie a bell to her, so that she can always hear where Liz runs off to,” Ally informed her, marking where she left off in her book and snapping it shut as she followed Lena to one of the benches, sitting down dutifully next to her. “I think it’s a good idea.”

Lena reached out, smoothing back Ally’s hair and smiling when this prompted Ally to lean into her. “I do, too. Though we may not need a bell,” she said, looking over at where Liz was now singing at the top of her lungs, ignoring the looks from the other children. “Did you have a good day with your sister and your mom’s office?” 

“Yeah. We got ice cream. I’m not supposed to tell you, but for half an hour, Mom had leave us for a Supergirl emergency. Uncle James watched us.” 

“Really?” Lena said, trying not to laugh. “Your mom isn’t very sneaky. I saw her on the news.” Oddly, this made Ally pull away, gnawing at her lip, her fingers running up and down the spine of her book. “What’s wrong, Alexandra?” Lena asked softly, knowing that the use of her full name would let Ally know she was being serious. For a moment, though, it didn’t seem as if Ally was going to respond. “Is this about you wanting to learn more about Krypton?”

“No. Mom wants to take me to the Fortress. She said we’d need your permission.”

Lena didn’t take the bait, didn’t let Ally change the subject. “Come on, Ally. What’s the matter?” 

“Last week, when Mom got hurt, were you..did you...I don’t like Supergirl,” she finished, expression hardening.  

(And, oh, Lena thought they’d have more time. More time with Ally as a kid, a kid who saw her superhero mom and thought it was cool, a kid who didn’t realize how much danger her mom was in every time she put on the suit. 

But Ally was the smartest kid Lena had ever met, even after accounting for her bias regarding her daughter. So of course Ally would catch on, of course Ally would worry, of course Ally would want to spend more time with Kara.) 

“I get scared too, you know. Every time I see your mom on the television, every time she gets hurt. That’s normal, worrying for the people you love.” When Ally turns to look at her, Lena tucks a stray strand of hair behind Ally’s ear. “Loving someone doesn’t mean we can control what they do, though. Do you understand what I mean?” 

“Yeah,” Ally sighs. “Mom has to ask you for permission to go to the Fortress with me, but she doesn’t have to ask you to fight a bad man.” 

Lena chuckles, figuring Ally’s basically gotten the point. “You make her very happy, you know. When you ask about Krypton, want to know more. She wants to share it with you. And Liz, when she’s older. And you should talk to her, about Supergirl. Maybe if you hear from her why it’s so important to her, you’ll see Supergirl differently. Like I do.” 

Ally didn’t respond, but Lena didn’t really need her to. Instead, she got up and held out her hand, waiting for Ally to take it before she called out to Liz, who came running with a big grin.

And together, hand in hand, they began walking home.

x

When Kara made it home that night, it was completely silent. 

She chucked off her shoes and deposited her bag next to the couch before slowly walking towards their bedroom, pausing as she walked by the room Ally and Liz shared. 

The two of them were curled up on the bottom bunk of their bed, Liz gripping onto one of Ally’s hands, the other one near her mouth, as if she’d fallen asleep sucking on her thumb. Ally was sleeping protectively next to Liz, as if she’d fallen asleep talking to her sister. 

Kara blinked as she realized: Ally must’ve fallen asleep telling Liz a story. 

(That was Kara’s job. Every night, reading a story. Sometimes in English, but often—especially when the girls were younger—it was in Kryptonian.) 

She walked over, pulled their covers over them, pressed barely there kisses to their foreheads, and then turned to head out. But then: “Love you, Mom. Good night.” 

And when Kara made it back to her bedroom—when she slid into bed next to Lena, smiling when Lena immediately grabbed her arm and pulled it around her waist, making sure they were snugly pressed together—she couldn’t help but smile and press a kiss to the back of Lena’s neck. 

Tomorrow, Liz would be starting a new daycare and Ally would be going back to school, and there were meetings and late hours Lena needed to worry about and Supergirl duties and deadlines Kara worried about. 

But here now, her daughters were sleeping in the other room, her wife was warm in her arms, and everything was just perfect. 

(And Kara really, really wouldn’t have it any other way.) 

[fishnets-fingers]

Six Months - Part Three

Summary - Layla desperately needs a vacation and her Aunt and Uncle come to her rescue. So, at twenty two, she packs her bag and jets off to America. Harry took a break from education and is now a full fledged content creator on OnlyFans. At twenty, he makes more money than almost all of his friends. What ensues when these two meet and realise the windows in their rooms face each other? How will paper airplanes bring them closer together?

a/n - Please like and reblog. This part is filthy. If you have any request that I can add to this story, please leave a message. This is becoming a slow burn.

Word Count - 5472

Warnings - smut. fluff. just two idiots that won’t admit that they like the other.

Masterpost (find previous parts here)

“You did what?!?” Susan cackled. 

“What was I supposed to do? I ran away and avoided him. Thank god there was this little girl that kept him plenty distracted. Imagine if I went up to him and was all ‘Hi, Harry! I saw a picture of you and rubbed one out in your honour last night.” Layla says in an exasperated tone.

“You know, a lot of men are into that. It strokes their egos a bit,” Grace responds.

Ramya and Heidi are still wheezing at Layla’s expense. Layla was on her “friend catch up” monthly video call. They talk more but sometimes deadlines, the pain of scheduling a call with three (now four) different time zones, and life gets in the way. So, they have a rule: no matter what you spend at least fifteen minutes of every month catching up. The five actually met during their undergraduate. It’s funny because none of the five remember how they became friends. Things just happen to fall into place and the next thing they know, they all started having lunch together. They all went their separate paths for their Masters.

“I think you should ask him out,” Ramya says.

“I think not. I’m older than him. He’s only twenty. You know, I’d rather be with someone more mature.”

“Nonsense. You are two years older than him. Calm down. ‘Sides all men are babies. Giant babies. Trust me. Jake is four years older than me and I’m waay more responsible,” Grace says. Grace moved in with Jake a few months ago.

“I agree with Ramya and Grace. I think you go for it,” Heidi says. “It’s about time you start dating. You need to get laid.”

“Yeees, do ittt! Virgin no more.” Susan says.

“That’s true. I really do need to have sex ASAP. I’ve never been on that date, other than that blind date weird thing that Suz set me up. Which we will never talk about.I’ve never been in a relationship. What if something goes wrong? He lives next door, that’s messed up. I’m not allowed to date. My mum would KILL ME.”

“Lails, your mum is an ocean away. In another continent. She’s not gonna catch you and ground you.” Ramya says.

“I’m sure your Uncle and Aunt won’t mind. They are super progressive, right? Come on, Lails. Live a little for once in your life.” Says Heidi.

“I don’t know if I’m relationship material. I don’t even want romance,” Layla says defensively.

“Not this again. Bitch, you have the nicest body. Tits and ass to DIE for. I’d fuck your shit up if I wasn’t in a commited relationship. You have a heart of gold, you are funny and intelligent. What more could anyone want? You are a total package whore. Accept it.” Grace says.

“I know you always go back to your parents’ marriage and I’m sorry that it happened to you.No kid should ever have to go through that. But you are not your mom or your dad. Just think about it huh? You don’t need to ask him out right now. Maybe not even him, someone else might swoop you off of your feet -”

Ramya interrupts Susan. “Exactly. Anything can happen in six months. Never say never.”

“You guys are really annoying. Fine. I’ll think about it. It’s annoying to have therapists as friends.”

“Says another therapist,” Heidi says. They all crack up. 

“So, Ramya, give us some tea about your new girlfriend. Who would send over deserts with a note that said ‘Girlfriend? Tick yes or no.’ She’s smooth, bitch. I haven’t even met her but I think I’m in love with her. ”

Just like that the girls talk about anything and everything under the sun. They laugh, they give each other some advice and some much needed pep talks. 

///

Around seven. They wrap it up. Layla heads downstairs and puts together a cute floral arrangement to take to Anne as she promised. Her Aunt and Uncle were reheating the leftovers from brunch for dinner. 

“Whatcha doing?” Abi asks.

“Oh. I’m putting this bouquet for Anne. I promised I’d bring over one earlier.” Layla says without looking at them. Measuring some paper to cut up to wrap the flowers in.

“Abi and I got talking. We want you to go explore without really asking for our permission, I know that’s the drill at home but you are with us, and we think you should have a house key. This way you can come and go as you please. Plus we’ll be at work five days of the week, we really don’t want you to feel lonely or trapped. Do us a favour and leave us a note when you are going somewhere?”

“Are you serious?” Layla says, her eyes wide open.

“I know your parents are super over protective of you but we want you to have all the freedom a twenty two year old can have. Carry a pepper spray with you at all times. You know how to use your keys, in case of emergencies, right?” Vansath asks and Layla nods.

“I also know how to kick someone in the nuts, if need be.” Layla says with a smirk on her face. Abi laughs.

“Is that so, tough guy? Let’s see you grab this key from me then.” Her Uncle says as he raises his arms, with the house key, above his head and stands on his toes.

“Come on, not fair. Your legs alone are twice the size of me, Layla whines as she jumps around trying to reach for it. After a couple of jumps, she tackles her Uncle to the ground and wrestles the key from him. Her Aunt was hunched over howling at the sight in front of her.

Layla stands back up with the keys in her hand. “Victory!”

“Ugh. You knocked the wind out of me. Christ. At this rate, I don't think I can use you as my replacement dumbbells anymore. I miss those days, when you were tiny.” Her Uncle stands up and adjusts his clothes.

“Okay, curfew is at midnight-”

“Midnight?” Layla interrupts Abi.

“What? You think that’s too early?”

“Quite the opposite. I don’t have a social life, let alone one that could keep me away from home till midnight.”

Vasanth laughs. “Okay. Then on the rare chance that you do make friends and stay out late you let us know when you will be back, before 9:00 pm, okay? I want you to share your location with us if it extends beyond midnight.”

“Okay. Deal. I don’t think I’ll ever use that but sure.”

“Do you wanna learn how to drive here? You already have a license back home. It’s all automatic here, so it’ll be super easy.” Her Aunt says.

“Nah. You know me, I like walking. Plus, it feels good to be driven around by someone. I’ll walk for now, if the need arises, I’ll ask you two.”

She goes back to finishing her bouquet. When she’s done, Layla combs her hair and lets it down straight. She was still wearing her pink floral top and blue ankle length jeans. She descends down the stairs.

“Here, kutti. Take this over to Anne’s.” Her Uncle hands her a casserole dish filled with some leftovers. She walks over to Anne’s house and knocks on the door.

“Come on in, Layla.” Anne steps aside to let her in.

“Umm.. do you want me to leave my footwear at the door?”

“No need for that.” Anne smiles as she looks down to her feet.

“Oh, sorry. It was just easier to slip into,” she says sheepishly as she looks down at her feet that were in her Uncle’s bright yellow crocs. “These are for you,” she gives Anne the bouquet and the leftovers.

“Thank you so much. They look beautiful. Here, make yourself comfortable on the couch. I’m gonna go put this in the fridge and get a vase.”

Layla sits and looks around the house. It’s very cozy, there were some pictures on the bookshelves. She moves closer to it and inspects them. There were a few of Anne when she was a child, with her family, presumably. A few of Harry, one of him perched on the hood of a vintage car, wearing some light brown shorts and an oversized billowy white button up, with the Amalfi Coast in the background. It looks pretty recent too. One particular picture that stands out is a tiny Harry with a giant hairy black spider on his palm, he has the biggest smile on his face and is looking directly at the camera. It makes Layla smile for some reason.

“He’s the bug catcher of our house, you know. He’s so unphased by them. I on the other hand, particularly do not fancy them,” Anne says, making Layla jump a little.

“Same. Don’t like creepy crawlies, either. You have such a lovely home.”

“Thank you, dear.”

“Did you travel a lot? Must be pretty convenient to travel around Europe living in London.”

“Oh yeah, my ex husband and I were very particular about travel. The three of us went all around Europe, Africa, the Middle East, and Moscow. What about you?”

“Never even travelled to the northern part of India. I have been to a lot of places in the five southern states though. This is my first time out of the country.”

“Hmmm. Where are my manners? Would you like a cup of tea, Layla?”

“Oh no, I don’t want  to impose. I should get going.”

“Nonsense. I insist. Wouldn’t be very British of me to let you go without a good cuppa.” She leads Layla into the kitchen.

“Do you have some green tea? I don’t drink coffee or tea with milk in it. I stick to milk or water.”

Anne looks through her cupboards. “Aha! Peach flavoured green tea. That’s a good habit you have there. People your age really run on coffee. Harry for example, he has to have a cup of black coffee everyday.”

“Oh. Never really cared for it, to be honest. I found myself being more awake and alert with limited hours of sleep compared to my friends who had to have coffee every hour to not fall asleep.”

“That’s good.” Anne pours some hot water from the kettle into two mugs and puts a tea bag into each and hands one over to Layla.

“If you don’t mind me asking. What made you take a break now? I’m sure most of your peers are itching to get a job,” Anne says as she sits down next to her on the island.

“Oh, uh….”

“I’m sorry, it’s invasive. You don’t have to answer it.”

“No no, it’s not that. It’s just… I don’t know. It’s like my whole life, I’ve always wanted to do what’s next. I’ve always thought about the future. Never really blew off steam, I guess. I finished my masters, without putting in an effort at all. In fact, I aced it. I felt like a cheat. I published a few papers, had some internships. Whatever free time I had, I sold my paintings online. It started to feel like a part time job, that whatever pleasure I got from any sort of craft just vanished. Classic example of the overjustification effect, if I’d say so myself. After I saw my final transcripts, I was just blank. I just didn’t know what I wanted to do. My mind was blank. If I were to put my education to good use, I’d say I’ve hit a wall. Burnout. I wanted some sort of an escape and here I am.”

“I’m sorry, dear. I can’t imagine what that must feel like.” Anne reaches for her hand and gives it a squeeze. 

Layla smiles at her. “So, tell me a little bit about your job. How exciting is the life of a specialist nurse?”

Anne and Layla talk for a good forty minutes. Anne asks Layla to stay over dinner with her and Harry, but she declines. She tells Anne that she still feels a bit jet lagged and wants to turn in early. Which wasn’t a total lie, she was a bit tired but she mostly didn’t want to face Harry. Speaking of him, Layla wondered where he was. 

“I’ll be sure to write down my calamari recipe and give it to you, Anne. Thank you for tea; it was delicious,” Layla says as Anne opens the door for her. 

“Thank you for the flowers and food, honey. It was nice talking with you today. I’ve always wanted a daughter. Harry is a great listener but it’s just different with having a girl around the house. Oh almost forgot, here’s Harry’s number.” Anne fishes out her phone, unlocks it and gives it to Layla. “I know you’ll be alone when your folks are at work, feel free to call him to hang out.”

“Thank you but I don’t wanna take up his time. I’m sure he has stuff to do and wouldn’t wanna walk around town with me.”

“Nonsense. He’s free most of the time. I wish he was here tonight. He would have given you his number himself. He needs a friend. Who knows, it’ll do you both some good to spend some time together.”

“Take it, Layla. At least for an emergency.”

“Okay.” Layla texts his number to her from Anne’s phone. They both say goodnight and she walks home.

“Hey!” Her Aunt and Uncle say. She finds them Aunt and Uncle curled up in the love seat watching some TV, and Cluedo on the coffee table.

“What’s all this?” Layla says pointing to the board game. 

“We thought we could play before we all went to bed. Go have some dinner and join us.” Her Aunt says.

She scarfs down dinner and comes back into the living room. 

“Alright, which one of you is ready to weep?” Layla says and cracks her knuckles.

“Oi, who said anything about  you winning?”

“That’s right. Get ready to lose for the first time in Cluedo, Lails,” says her Aunt.

An hour or so later, the three climb up the stairs to go to bed.

“I still can’t believe you won. Again, that too.”

“It’s not my fault, you two can’t put two and two together.” Layla laughs.

“Honestly, you win every single time we play Cluedo. Even when you were little. Do you cheat?” her Uncle says.

“Nope. I just pay more attention.”

They say their goodnights and head into their rooms. Layla takes a shower and puts on an oversized Panic! At The Disco t-shirt and a pair of white panties. It falls almost mid thigh. She catches a second wind as she’s moisturising her legs. She sighs and puts on a green facemask, puts her hair up in a bun, starts picking out some songs on Spotify and makes a playlist and starts jamming out as she unpacks a few of her things, she didn’t get to last night.

////

Harry pulls up outside of Phoebe’s apartment. He met her during January, when he was out dancing in a club in Raleigh when Mitch and Sarah came to visit. They were dancing the night away. Phoebe came up to him and started dancing with him, one thing led to another and his dick ended up in her mouth that night in the bathroom. They ran into each other a few months ago and exchanged numbers. They established a good friends with benefits system. They both text each other when they need to get off. Never stay over. It was exclusively sex. Nothing about Phoebe interested him. He sighs and contemplates going up to her apartment. He pulls out his phone and looks at the text ‘you free? a bit needy today ;)’ Fuck it. He hasn’t had sex in weeks and he needed to blow off his load tonight.

He sighs again and gets out of the car and buzzes in. “Come right up, Harry,” she says through the intercom. 

He climbs up to the second floor and knocks on her door. “Come on in, Harry.”

He walks in to find her standing completely naked next to her couch. “Like what you see?”

“Wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t,” he mutters as he starts undoing his pants as he walks towards her.

“Let me take care of that,” Phoebe says and swats his hand away. She cups him through his pants and his breathing hitches.

She kneels down before him and takes his dick out of his boxers. “Mmmm,” she says as she takes his length into her mouth. She starts bobbing up and down. Harry starts panting and cards his fingers through her blonde hair as he makes a makeshift ponytail.

“Ah,” Harry says as she takes his balls into her mouth and starts pumping him with her hand.

“I’m gonna come, Phoebe.” She moves her mouth back to him and suckles hard. “Ahhh.” 

He comes and Phoebe gets up immediately. Drool and come on her chin. She wipes her face with the back of her hand.

“How’d you like that, gorgeous?” Phoebe says and she pulls his face down to kiss him.

“Your mouth doesn’t disappoint”, Harry says and cups her breast. He snakes his hand down to her entrance and finds her wet. She gets his boxers and pants off. Harry kicks them aside.

Phoebe feels him smirk against her. “Please, don’t flatter yourself. I’ve been wet all day. Now come on, stick it in me.”

She saunters towards the bed and gets on all fours at the foot of the bed and wiggles her ass at him. Harry stands behind her and gives himself a few pumps. He puts on a condom and lines himself and pushes into her without a warning. He winds her hair up and pulls on her head a bit and with his other hand steadies himself by gripping on to her hip. He pounds into her relentlessly. 

“Oh, Ohh, god… I think I’m gonna come, baby.” Phoebe screams. 

She comes all over him and Harry pulls out of her. “Heey,” she whines in protest. 

“Baby? Phoebe, we have rules. No nicknames,” Harry says.

“Sorry it was a heat of the moment thing.”

“Let me make it up. I can suck you off again,” she adds. Harry sighs and sits on her bed. Phoebe immediately gets down on her knees and licks the underside of his shaft.

Harry leans back on his forearms, throws his head back and closes his eyes. Phoebe deep throats him and moans around his dick. He writhes a little bit. Harry’s mind wanders to Layla. The way she smiled when they met, her cute little dance, the way her Power Rangers shorts clung to her ass. The curve off her ass. The swell of her breasts. Her face. Her warm hands. Her abdomen. Her smile. He wonders what she would look like when she’s under him, this makes him grip the sheets harder and he moans.

He then suddenly remembers her acting weird and avoiding him till they left. Oh, good, what if she saw him looking at her through his window. He didn’t really watch her in a pervy way. He was only privy to a few moments, they were all completely harmless. He’s not a jerk. He’s not a pervert. Is he? But he is though, the kind of an asshole that would picture her when another woman is going to town on his di-

“Umm. Harry.” Phoebe says.

This breaks him out of his trance. He props himself up and looks at her and his now flaccid dick.

“Sorry,” he says as he gets up.

“No. It’s okay, it happens to the best of us. I could just pump you for a bit.”

“No, that’s alright. My mind’s a bit scattered. I’m a little stressed out.” He adds, not wanting to hurt her. “I’m gonna use the restroom.” He gathers his boxers and his pants and walks into the bathroom. He uses the restroom, puts his clothes on, and steps to her sink and splashes some water on his face.

You shouldn’t have come here tonight.

He sighs and comes out the bathroom to find Phoebe with a robe sitting on her bed.

“ You sure, I can’t tempt you to stay for another round or two. You could go on for hours, Harry.���

“Yeah, I’m not really in the mood anymore, Phoebe. Sorry. I’m going to go.” He starts walking towards the door.

“Alright. See you tomorrow?” Phoebe smiles coyly at him.

“Umm. I don’t know about that, might be busy. I think you should find someone else, Phoebe.”

“Okay, who is she?”

“Who is who?” Harry says as he laces up his shoes.

“Whoever you are seeing?”

“I’m not seeing anyone right now. Just busy that’s all. Letting you know I won’t be available that much anymore.”

“Alright. It was nice knowing you. I’m gonna miss that cock of yours.” She says and shuts the door.

////

Harry gets into his car and drives around town for a bit. He needed to clear his head. He parks in his garage and takes a deep breath. He knows two things for sure. One is to apologise the next time he sees Layla, for making her feel uncomfortable in any way. Second, is that he had a huge crush on her. He gets out of the car and walks into the house.

His mum is curled up on the couch with a blanket and the TV is on. He turns the TV off and wakes his mum up.

“Hey, you fell asleep in front of the TV. Let’s get you to bed, huh?”

“What time is it?”

“Quarter past ten.” He leads his mother upstairs and tucks her into bed.

“H,” Anne says.

“Hmm..” He responds by turning to face her.

“I have a twenty four hour shift tomorrow. I’ll be gone by ten. I also gave Layla your number today, when she dropped by earlier in the evening.”

“Did you now?” 

“Yes, if she asks for your help, you make sure to do it, okay. It’ll be nice to know that you will have some company, when I’m off working at the hospital.”

“Alright, goodnight mum.”

“Goodnight, honey.”

Harry turns on the lights as he walks into his room and gets distracted from the flickering bright lights coming from Layla’s window. He looks to see her singing something in an unfamiliar language, there’s music coming from the speakers, she was wearing only a big black t shirt, her hair was up in a bun, she was shaking her bum and was shimmying to whatever was playing in the background. Harry smiles. She was absolutely adorable. He reaches over his desk to shut his blinds when Layla turns around and sees him mid shimmy.

Their eyes are locked on each other. His green to her dark brown. His face his beet red and hers green because of her face mask. Harry is frozen.

////

Layla’s eyes pop out of her face. She swears they would fall out of her skull, if it could. She scampers to the window and pulls the curtains to close.

“You fucking idiot,” she smacks her forehead as she sinks to the floor.

////

“You couldn’t close the blinds a little bit sooner huh Harry. She saw you creeping before and again tonight,” mutters to himself as he walked into his bathroom.

After a shower, Harry settles into bed.

You are gonna apologise for scaring her first thing tomorrow.

////

Layla wakes up around six the next morning. Puts on her Yoga pants and a matching sports bra. She takes a crop top with her and walks downstairs to the garage to get a Yoga mat.

Her uncle was already lifting some weights in there. They nod at each other. It was too early to talk to someone.

She goes out to the backyard, rolls her mat and starts with some suryanamaskars.

An hour or so later she’s done. She mops her face with her crop top and puts it on. She rolls up the mat and goes to put it back in the garage.

She walks into the kitchen to find her Uncle making them some breakfast. She drinks a big glass of water.

“ Do you mind if I went to the community park for a walk?”

“Nope. Go on. Take the pike loop, you’ll want to see it. Don’t take too long though. We both have to leave the house a little after nine.”

Layla nods and puts on her sports shoes.

“You have your phone with you?” Her Uncle yells from the kitchen.

“Yup. Bye.”

////

She walks for about forty minutes. The trail was lined with these tall green trees on both sides. There were a few people who were walking, running, and jogging. She has a podcast playing in her AirPods. Her legs feel a bit tired. She contemplates turning around. She sees Harry slowing down his run. He’s heading back home. He sees Layla and smiles.

Oh fuck me, Layla thinks to herself. Events of last night and the night before come rushing in.

She smiles back at him. Harry approaches her. He’s wearing some blue running shorts and some white sleeveless T-shirt. He has his headphones on and they disappear into his shorts. He was laced with sweat and has the faintest stubble on his face.

“Hi,” he says. His voice deep and raspy, like he just woke up.

“Hi. I was about to turn back home.” Layla says as she puts her Airpods into the case.

“Alright. Do you wanna walk back together?” He says and pulls out his headphones and tucks them into his pocket.

“Sure why not. “

They both walk in silence for a few moments. Layla could feel the awkward energy surrounding the two of them. Harry clears his throat and turns to her

“I’m sorry.” They both say at the same time.

“Sorry. Go ahead,” Harry says.

“ Why are you apologising?” Layla says confused.

“No. I’m sorry for yesterday and I’m sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable during brunch. I don’t really make it a habit to look into other’s windo-“

“ Uncomfortable? Harry, you didn’t make me uncomfortable during brunch. If anything I should be saying sorry to you for last night and … and-“

“Then why did you walk away and then avoid me the entire time?”

“Umm… I'm sorry but I really don’t know how to put this in any other way. I was scrolling through my explore page on Saturday and a picture popped up on the grid. It was a picture of some in a maid outfit, which says more about my me and my algorithm than-“

“Wait? What?!?”

“I think I stumbled on to your page. With an OnlyFans linked to the bio. “

“How did you figure out it was me? I don’t post my face on there.”

“I didn’t know it was you. I didn’t click on the link by the way. If that makes you feel any better. You threw your arm around your mum and I saw the tattoo, the mermaid. There was a picture with the mermaid tattoo on display.”

“How did you know it was me? I blur out a few of my tattoos or completely edit others away.”

“Well… that tattoo was a bit… odd? The tail started way lower than her hips. How many people make that artistic choice. Plus the shape of your arm.”

“Oh. Ugh. Good guess?” Harry says as he scratches the back of his head.

The two keep walking. “Don’t worry. I didn’t tell anyone. Not your mum. Not my folks. Plus, it’s your life. You can do whatever you want with it. It’s not my place to judge.”

“Thanks? I don’t know. I don’t really go out telling people for obvious reasons. Mum wouldn’t have cared. She knows-“

“Really?!? Anne does?”

“Yup. Told her a month after I started. Look, it’s just a way to save up some money for college. I don’t want to end up in debt for the rest of my life. I make quite a bit of money, if I say so myself. I just post really suggestive pictures. I don’t whip it out for the world or anything.”

“I’ll take your word for it,” Layla laughs.

“So, that’s why you avoided me for the rest of the day?”

“Hmm.. I was beyond mortified. Wanted the ground to swallow me whole.”

“I thought it was something I did. I was worried. I was going to come over to your place to apologise.”

“Your were? That’s soo sweet. What a gentleman?” Layla nudges Harry’s arm.

“I am nothing if not gentlemanly.” Harry bows.

Layla laughs. “Okay, okay. What was that about making a habit about looking into other people’s windows?”

“You caught on to that, huh?”

“Yup.”

“Last night wasn’t the only time I saw you through your window.”

Layla looks up at him, her eyebrows were scrunched together.

“What I mean is,” Harry says. “ I saw you get into bed on Friday. Not in a creepy way. I got up for a wee and wanted to get my phone from my desk before I went to bed. It was not even a second. The second time I was editing some pictures on my laptop on my desk when you caught my eye. I looked up from my screen to see you dancing around with your clothes. I immediately took my laptop and went to bed. Then last night, I was getting home from after… after a drive and the music and singing caught my eye. I was about to close my blinds when you turned around. Again, they were all accidents. I’m not a perv or anything.”

“Fuck me. I’m mortified. Next time I do something stupid I’m gonna draw the curtains. I’m sorry about last night.”

“Don’t be. You were absolutely adorable,” Harry says immediately.

Layla’s can feel her face becoming hot.

“I’m sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable last night. Again, they were all accidents. I’m not a creep.”

“Don’t worry about it. As you said, you weren’t watching me watching me. It was all harmless right? It’s not like you saw me take my clothes off.”

Harry blushes profusely.

“Sorry. I shouldn’t have said that,” Layla says.

“Nah. So what was that move that you were doing last night?” Harry laughs.

“Shut up.” Layla smacks his arm. “I don’t even know to be honest. It was my slut song. It’s in Tamil. I just put on a face mask and I was unpacking whatever was left, and the song just came on. It’s a crime not to get into the zone when it’s on.”

“Maybe you could play it for me this afternoon.”

“What do you mean?” Layla says. They exit the park and start walking towards their houses.

“Err… it’s a beautiful sunny day. It’d be a shame to let it go to waste. You didn’t get to see the lake now. How about we go for a picnic in the afternoon by the lake?”

“I don’t know.” Layla says as she twiddles her fingers.

“Come one. It’ll be fun. That is if you don’t have anything already planned out.” Harry’s dimples pop out.

“Sure. A picnic by the pound with a friend sounds great,” Layla says. She immediately regrets that she said friends.

Harry’s smile falters a little. “Yeah. Friend picnic. Fun.”

“Alright, I’ll bring some sandwiches.”

“ I’ll bring the drinks and dessert. Text me when you are done getting ready.”

“You know that I have your number?”

“Hmm. Mum told me last night.”

“Okay. See you in a couple of hours.” They both go their separate ways when they approach their houses.

////

Harry walks into his house. Why didn’t he say it was a date? He feels stupid. Maybe she is not even into guys. If she wants to be friends, Harry can be her friend. Hell , he’ll be whatever Layla wants him to be.

////

“Alright, bye, Lails.” Vasanth says.

“Bye, kutti. Any plans for the day?” Her aunt asks.

“Yeah, I’m going on a picnic with Harry in the afternoon. I didn’t get to see the lake during the walk. I thought it’ll be fun.”

“Oooh. Like a date?” Abi says.

“What is this about a date now?” Her uncle says.

“Oh my god. It’s not like that. It’s just a picnic between friends.”

“Okay.”

They both leave and Layla closes the door.

“A picnic by the lake with a friend!” Layla repeats what she said to Harry earlier. She gently bangs her head on the door.

“I wish I hadn’t said that. I’m such a fool.” Layla says as she walks up to her room to sort out her outfit for the picnic.

[pokeheadcannons97]

I'm not sure if requests are open or not but can you possibly write hc's for milo gordie leon and piers about having a s/o who suffers from epilepsy maybe include their reaction to the first seizure they see, and things like how they handle when s/o starts to seize/show warning signs,

I only do 3 characters at a post so I am going to do Leon, Piers, and Milo since I have Pokemon Shield

(and mama Melany)

Also, I’m speaking and writing this from my perspective of helping my aunt who has seizures regularly and will be answering in what I do and other things that I’ve looked up or found that help, please let me know if I can make it better, thank you! <3 Be safe

Leon

Even though he is super directionally challenged, he is so very perceptive. He will be the first to notice when you are about to have a seizure.

The distant look in your eyes and the nonverbal responses when he asks if you are okay are always signs you’re about to go into one.

He’s by your side in an instant, holding the back of your head up steady while rubbing your arm.

“Hey, it’s okay Y/N… you’re okay.” He repeats this all through out it, steady and comforting.

When you blink back after a few moments, eyes bleary but answer softly back to him, he knows you’re okay and out of it.

Will immediately stop what he’s doing, be it in the middle of an interview or sees you go down in the stands, he is next to you to help you through it

Wont hesitate to absolutely eradicate any disrespectfully words or jokes towards you about your seizures

When you first went into one, he had not expected it.

The two of you were out having lunch together after Leon had invited you out for a date to get to know each other more closely. He had been persistent, always engaging you in small talk when you were at work at one of the local shoppes in Wyndon. Would offer to help in carrying heavier things to help you out, and to make your work load lighter. 

You had been perfectly fine, sitting across from him eating lunch at a local restaurant that you favored, when you seemed to be staring off into the distance as he was talking.

When Leon saw your Gothita get destressed and practically climbed up on you, he knew something was wrong.

He was scared, and that was putting it lightly.

With Gothita surrounding you in her psychic powers she steadied your body and instructed Leon through her telepathy to hold your head straight to where you wouldn’t choke.

He frantically rubbed your arms, while looking for your distant eyes to come back to the cheery e/c he found so attractive.

When you started to move slowly on your own your eyes peered up at him, the distant look fading quickly.

“Mmm…? Leon?” You asked softly, trying to attempt to remember where you were and what happened.

“Y/N!” He replied a smile forming on his face, full of relief. “You’re okay, my God I was so worried, are you ok?”

“Mmmhmm… thanks to you and Gracey.” You replied with a soft smile, giving your pokemon a thankful expression, to which she cried in happiness as a reply.

“Let’s get you to the hospital, to at least get a look at you. Then I’ll make sure you get home okay.” Leon said as he helped you up with his strong arms, letting your body lean against him. “I never knew you had to deal with these. You’re so much stronger than I could ever be, Y/N.”

Your heart thudded in your chest, your stomach knotting up in that similar way it did when you would see him visit your work on his days off from the league. Most people would be so scared and standoffish, more afraid of you than anything. See you as someone that needed to be fixed, someone that was fragile, and needed to be looked after like a child.

But Leon? He shown genuine kindness, he didn’t make you out to be this weak person who had epileptic seizures. He treated you with respect. As an equal.

You were strong, something that you did not hear often in your life.

You gave a small laugh, and peered up at him, your e/c eyes shining against the streetlights. “Is it too late to ask you for a second date?”

Leon’s cheeks uncharacteristically burned a deeper red and low chuckle came from his throat. “Not at all.”

Piers

There’s not many times he’s serious, but when it comes to you, he is stone cold serious.

Will constantly ask you if you’re okay if you seem more nervous or shakier than usual.

Always holds your hand when you’re feeling more shaky, will go into any quieter space to get you to a safer environment just in case

Even though his shows can be flashy and loud, he really prefers that you stay home or listen to CD’s of the shows of his that are flashier and with more lights. He’s talked to his producers about incorporating more epilepsy friendly aspects into his shows and videos so that more people can enjoy it safely.

On the times that you do watch him, he makes sure that the place is better lit, and no strobing lights.

Will rub the top of your head softly when you go into one, and holds you to where you wont hurt yourself during it.

He knew you had them, but you said that it was less common these days. So he thought that it would most likely be a while before you had one.

The first time you had a seizure in front of him, he was terrified and confused on what to do.

You were sitting beside him, listening to him strum on his guitar as try to work out the sound to his new song.

Your Kirlia sat beside you, listening too.

When he looked up from the strings and papers he had scattered around him, rewriting certain parts he paled.

Your arms were shaking as you began to fall backwards rather quickly. Luckily your Kirlia predicted this and carefully grabbed your shoulders and placed you on your side.

Kirlia’s eyes rose to Piers and she instructed him to gently rub at your arms as she used her abilities to work on the overfiring electrical impulses your brain was having.

Piers scanned your body frantically, your twitching limbs and far off stare causing his heart to race in nervousness. He didn’t know what to do, but hoped that what he was doing helped in some way.

Your Kirlia called softly as your twitching began to stop and your eyes regained their soft e/c hue. You hummed a little as you blinked back the glaze over your eyes.

“Y/N, hey… are you with me?” Piers asked, eyebrows knitted together, refusing to leave your side.

You gave him a confused stare and nodded slowly. “Yes…what…?”

Your Kirlia touched your forehead and you understood.

“Thank you… for helping me, Piers.” You patted your Kirlia’s hand greatfully. “And you too Meena, you did amazing.”

From then on Piers was sure to be more observant and learn about how to be better prepared for the next attack. The zigzagoon brigade are always alert and ready to go into pillow mode to help you not hit your head or hurt yourself. 

Milo

The absolute best at making sure that you are taking you meds and taking care of yourself

Always tries to make sure that you have enough time to get enough sleep and goes to bed at the same time as you to help make it easier

He’s used to dealing and helping new gym challengers that have anxiety problems, so he knows how to relax you and help manage your stress

Being as strong as he is, it’s nothing for him to grab you when your legs give out when you go into one, making sure that you are laid down on your side safely

His big hands will make soothing touches and coax you through it, making sure everyone around you is quiet so you’re not overwhelmed with voices around you

If you ever feel bad about having them, he is so quick to reassure you that it is never a problem and he loves you so much

The first time you went into one

You were battling him as your first gym battle, with your Espeon battling against his Glossifleur.

You seemed so strong, easily ordering move after move from your companion, but that changed when you started to wobble on your feet, your Espeon immediately ran to your side to catch you from hitting your head and braced your body against her own and let you fall at a slower rate to the ground safely.

Milo gave a wave to the stadium, with a shout of “Everyone stop!” and made his way over to you. The stadium went into a quick and silent hush. The rotom camera, now focused on you.

Your body jerked involuntarily, your gaze far off and unfocused.

Your partner pokemon gave a cry and rubbed against your body while Milo held your head to where it would be easier for you to breath.

“Hey, Y/N… it’s okay lass. You’re okay.” He said softly, his hat blocking out the harsh sun above you. He gave your cheek a few soft pats, his green eyes searching your face.

It took about a few moments for your hands to stop seizing and jerking. When they did you let out a steady breath. You blinked slowly and gave a low hum as your eyes refocused and fell upon the grass type gym leader above you.

“There you are, are you hurt?” Milo asked you, his voice lower but understandable for your comfort.

You swallowed, and went to slowly sit up, the sun from above now shining painfully on you. You blinked your eyes shut but nodded and turned to him.

 “Yeah… just...” you began and suddenly noticed where you were and felt the anxiety well up inside of you.

“Would it be possible to…stop our battle for today? Please?” you finished and picked at a part of your nails, cheeks flushed.

“I’m sorry but I think I need to lay down for a while, I’m just wiped after…” you tried to explain yourself, your Espeon chittered next to you, rubbing against you softly.

Milo held up a hand with a genuine and kind smile. “Say no more, Y/N. Let’s get you to the nurse on call to get a look at you. Make sure you’re okay.” He rose to hit feet and held a hand out to you. “Can you stand?”

You gave a nod and stood up slowly, but wobbled a little, your legs still unsteady.

Milo scooped you up into his arms effortlessly. “Just rest, I’ll get you there safe and sound.”

And he did, 

[thepatricktreestump]

whatever you say - peter parker imagine

A/N: I don’t normally write nsfw spidey things but my fingers just wouldn’t stop typing so please do forgive me… not any actual smut, just lots of flirting and implications of sexual favors

               It was strange, but for some reason, you found complete comfort in the simplicity that was Peter Parker. He lived in a small apartment with his Aunt May in Forest Hills, went to Midtown High, and at first glance, seemed like your typical teenage boy. May worked as an ER nurse and Peter kept up on his studies, proving to be a straight A student who succeeded not only in school, but in extracurriculars and academic teams as well. He liked science and math, he was really good at building robots, and he thoroughly enjoyed memorizing equations. When he wasn’t acing his tests, he spent his free time building LEGOs and watching Star Wars in his apartment or walking through town and debating between eating pizza or sub sandwiches. He had a messy bedroom cluttered with dirty laundry, an assortment of different computer parts, and countless science textbooks and academic journals. Three months ago, when you first started dating Peter Parker, this is the boy you thought you knew.

               Your life, however, felt like the complete opposite. Being the daughter of Tony Stark, your day to day was far from simple. You lived in Stark Tower with Tony, cooped up on a floor with everything you could ever want or need, a master bedroom with a flat screen television, personal jacuzzi, walk in closet, arcade- you name it, Tony had it. School proved to be a breeze, and you had your MIT valedictorian of a father to thank for that, leaving you plenty of time for your own sort of extracurriculars. Rather than hang out at school and build lousy robots with Peter Parker, you’d much rather go to the lab and work on some high tech AI coding, super suit dynamics, or machine prototypes with your dad and the other avengers. He often urged you not to get too involved for your own safety, but you found yourself growing close with Bruce and Sam, bonding over your shared love for innovation. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t take after your father.

               However, months passed, and the more time you spent with Peter Parker, the more you caught onto the fact that his life might not have been as normal as you initially thought it was. He kept disappearing randomly, ghosting you on planned dates, or not showing up at school. At first you thought he was just nervous, or maybe he didn’t really like you, but upon further investigation, it was evident. His life was just as crazy as yours. Although you thought it was weird that he never bothered telling you he was Spider-Man, and even weirder he didn’t inform you that he previously knew your dad, you almost liked the fact that you could share your secret world of superhero knowledge with him. You found yourselves relating to each other by joking about Steve’s old fashioned manners or Natasha’s resting bitch face. Although, other times also through confiding secret fears or discussing worst possible outcomes.

               Tonight was one of the latter, you and Peter talking on the phone despite the time reading two in the morning, him trying to ease your anxiety. “It’s just been a couple days and Tony’s still not back yet…” you sighed, shrouded by your blankets, the soft glow of your phone illuminating the dark room. “He’s with Sam and he’s probably going to be just fine, but I’m still scared. And I know, I know. I’m not supposed have knowledge about those affiliated with the mission or his location, but sometimes I just can’t help but worry.”

               “It must be hard,” Peter hummed in sympathy. “I’m sorry you have to go through that. May feels the same way about me.”

               You paused for a moment. “I know it’s a horrible thing to think, and I’m probably just psyching myself out but-” your voice caught, shaking your head, closing your eyes. “Sometimes I wonder what if one day he just doesn’t come back.”

               “Hey,” Peter hushed. “Try not to think about that, okay? He’s Iron Man, y/n, he’s fought alien monsters and literal gods, he should be just fine. Mr. Stark never goes down without a fight, he’ll be back. I’m sure of it.”

               “I just can’t sleep not knowing,” you confessed, feeling sorry for dragging Peter into your own personal troubles. “I don’t know, I’m sorry… I’m probably keeping you up, and you have a calc test tomorrow-”

               “No, no, don’t apologize, you’re okay,” your sweet boyfriend insisted. He paused, listening to your heavy breathing. “Do you want me to come over?”

               “W-what?” you asked, confused.

               “I know it’s late but if it would make you feel better, I can come over,” Peter offered. “I’ll just come to your window and you can let me in that way. I can keep you company, you can talk to me, or we can watch a movie to get your mind off things, I don’t know. Only if you want to.”

               “You’d do that for me?” you wondered, growing soft at his words.

               “I just don’t want you to be sad,” he explained. “And I know it’s hard with your dad being gone and all, and sure Pepper’s there, but I know you’ve never really been that close with her, and I just- I don’t know. I feel like you’re lonely, and I want to help.”

               “Yeah, thank you,” you gave a soft smile. “I mean, if you want to, I wouldn’t fight you on it.”

               “Just be sure to disarm FRIDAY before I come,” he reminded. “I don’t need your dad putting bars on your windows the next time I try to visit you like this.”

               “Oh right!” you suddenly came to the realization. “Smart. I’ll go do that now.”

               “Cool, I’ll see you in a few. Don’t miss me too much,” he teased.

“Hey, be safe! No texting and swinging!” you reminded playfully as you hung up and instantly got to work, shedding your sheets and grabbing your laptop, sliding back into bed and working out some coding.

               Just as Tony had previously set up a baby monitor protocol on Peter’s suit, he had likewise set up parental controls through FRIDAY on all of your tower floor. You learned this when you tried to sneak out to a party Tony specifically forbid you from going to, and when you finally reached the elevator doors, FRIDAY locked you inside and you had to wait for Tony to come and get you. Since then, you’d been smart enough to disarm the system anytime you left your room after curfew or got into any other business Tony would obviously disapprove of. Spider-Man sneaking through your window at two in the morning to give you comfort cuddles? Probably something your father would disapprove of.

               Peter tapped twice and waved, you rolling your eyes and laughing, motioning for him to come in before he slid up the glass of your window and crawled through, brushing off his suit and tugging off his mask, smiling once he clearly saw you sitting in bed, wearing one of his hoodies, grinning back at him.

“Hey Spidey,” you beamed, watching as he walked over towards your bed, kissing you softly. He tasted sweet, like candy, and you melted into the kiss, grabbing the back of his head and staying there for a moment before pulling away. He gave the best kisses.

               “Heard someone needed some cheering up,” he whispered, tossing his mask on your night stand as you made grabby hands begging him to crawl into bed with you. He chuckled, giving in and situating himself underneath your covers awkwardly. You laughed alongside him, tugging him closer, pulling the sheets up over both of you, initially wincing at how cold his suit was when you went to wrap your arms around him.

               “You’re freezing, Peter,” you hissed and he chuckled, rolling his eyes.

               “It was windy outside, alright?” he sighed. “Come warm me up.”

               “Well come closer, doofus,” you chuckled. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer to him, your head resting against his shoulder, arm draped over his chest, fingers playing with locks of his hair. Your voice grew to a soft whisper. “Thanks for coming, baby.”

               “Anything for you, love,” he insisted, his hand rubbing soft circles on the small of your back. The room grew quiet, his hands trailing up and down your back, your fingers brushing through his messy brown locks, both of you simply enjoying each other’s company. At some point you both fell asleep, soft snores dissipating throughout the room, holding each other.

                In the morning, Peter begrudgingly convinced himself he had to get up and get ready for school, kissing you on the forehead and reassuring he’d see you at lunch later that day. You groaned yourself, realizing you should probably get up and resume FRIDAY’s commands before Pepper or Happy got suspicious as to why she wasn’t giving them any updates on your morning status. You took a shower and threw on some clothes, getting ready for the school day, smiling once you saw Peter waiting for you by your locker, a Starbucks cup in his hand.

               “What’s this?” you couldn’t help but laugh in surprise.

               “Well I know you were sad last night and again, I just wanted to cheer you up,” he shrugged, and you found it adorable that you had been dating for going on four months now and he still got flustered being around you. “I know you like the pink one with the strawberries and the coconuts, but they were out, so I got you a peach lemonade instead, I hope that’s okay-”

               “It’s wonderful, Peter,” you insisted, taking a sip and smiling fondly at your boyfriend. “Thank you. For everything. Really.”

               “Damn Peter, you’re buying y/n Starbucks now?” Ned approached both of you. “You never buy me Starbucks.”

               “I’m not dating you, Ned,” Peter narrowed his eyes, laughing.

               “You don’t have to kiss me to buy me a cold brew,” Ned sighed.

               “Anyways,” you rolled your eyes at the two boys quarreling. “You ready for that calculus exam?”

               “I studied all night,” Ned smiled. “I’ve got this one down. How about you, Parker? I bet you were up late last night studying too, huh?”

               “Up late last night,” you agreed. “I don’t know about studying though.”

               Ned’s eyes went wide and both you and Peter laughed, the bell ringing and all of you walking to your classes. As they day went by, you started to find your mind lingering back to your dad. As much of an asshole as he was sometimes, and as overbearing and overprotective as he could get, you really did love him and care about him. Others would probably call you lame, but you really did see Tony as one of your best friends. He helped you build amazing inventions, supported you in all your academic endeavors, and did his best to look out for you. Whenever he was gone on missions for longer than a week, you always started to get worried as far as whether or not he would come back.

               Peter could sense your anxiety, trying to lighten your mood with jokes or place a hand on your shoulder as a sign of affection. Afterschool he approached you, clutching onto the straps of his backpack, seeming nervous. “I’m sorry you’ve had such a rough day. I was thinking we could take your mind off of things and you could spend the night at my place tonight?” he offered.

               “Really?” your eyes lit up, thinking how you would love more than anything to get out and do something tonight. Nothing was worse than staying at home and wallowing in your feelings.

“Yeah,” he gave a soft smile, thinking about how adorable you looked when you got excited. “Aunt May is working night shift so maybe, if it’s cool with you, we can grab a pizza, play some video games, and then watch a movie?”

               “Of course,” he insisted. “And we can stop somewhere on the way home to grab some snacks too.”

               “I’ll give Pepper a call and ask if I can stay over tonight, I’ll probably just say I’m with Gwen or something,” you grinned. “She’ll say yes, she usually lets me have free rein whenever Tony’s out of town.”

               “Awesome,” Peter beamed.

               Sure enough, you found the two of you hours later on the floor of his bedroom, eyes fixated on a television screen, playing Mario Kart and chowing down on some pepperoni pizza and cherry slushies. It was practically a ritual for you to hang out with Peter on weekends. As long as he didn’t have an academic decathlon the next morning, Aunt May let you stay as late as you wanted on Fridays. Saturdays you spent fooling around in the lab working on suit modifications, recalibrating certain machinery, or working on new projects. Sundays were official lazy days, both of you usually sleeping in and meeting up midday to cuddle on the couch and watch a movie, usually wrapping up with finishing your weekend homework over facetime. However, on the weekends in which Tony or May were out of the house, the two of you liked to have sleepovers. Usually at Peter’s for the sake of having to navigate FRIDAY’s complicated algorithms.

               It wasn’t like anything particularly steamy happened between the two of you. You had been only dating for a handful of months now, and you were both in high school. Sure, you and Peter liked to cuddle a lot, and hold hands, and play with each other’s hair, but that was simply just affection. And of course, you loved kissing each other, especially when nobody else was around to make fun of you or scold you. Sometimes you found yourself getting into make out sessions, pressed up against each other and finding it hard to catch your breath, hearts racing and desperately clinging onto each other.

Occasionally it would heat up a little bit more than that, some grinding and groping and moaning, and a handful of times Peter’s taken his shirt off, but that was about it. You hadn’t even really reached second base with him yet. And you weren’t complaining, you were glad you were taking things slow. But at this point, you were ready. It just felt like it was time. But you knew this was Peter’s first serious relationship, and you didn’t want to put any pressure on him or rush him into things, so you were complacent with playing Mario Kart and eating pizza in the meantime.

               “I am sooo going to kick your ass,” you warned Peter, pressing down hard on your Wii remote and hitting him with a red shell as your character zoomed past him on the race track, and he simply just laughed.

               “Yeah? Wait till I break out Rainbow Road,” he insisted.

               “Are you actually Satan or do you just hate me?” you narrowed your eyes. “There is no way I’m playing that shit, I think I’d rather forfeit.”

               “It’s all about strategy and focus,” he argued, knocking Luigi out from second place, tailing right behind you, eyes glued to the screen.

               “Strategy? You sound like Ned,” you snorted, drifting a curve and heading towards a shortcut. “That racetrack is nothing but a holographic highway of death.”

               “If we had it your way, we would be playing Moo Moo Meadows on an endless loop,” Peter teased and you gasped playfully.

               “What? It has fun music and I like looking at the cows,” you whined and he laughed, passing you at the last minute and scoring first place, making your jaw drop. “What the hell? How?”

               “What can I say? You’re dating a winner, baby,” he grinned and you rolled your eyes, shaking your head and taking another bite of your pizza.

               “I’m dating a jackass,” you joked. “You can’t let me win just once? Come on, be nice.”

               “I used to do that, and you made fun of me for it,” he pointed out. “Remember the first week we started dating?”

               “You literally used to go in reverse until I caught up with you,” you replied flatly. “It was ridiculous, Peter. It’s not like you made it subtle that I happened to suck at the game or anything.”

               “I just didn’t want you to feel bad,” he reassured, and you chuckled, taking a sip of your slurpee and sighing, leaning your head on his shoulder.

               “So another round or are we going to move onto Smash Bros?” you raised an eyebrow.

               “Up to you,” he shrugged, taking a bite of his pizza as well.

               “How about we play another round of Mario Kart,” you suggested. “But whoever wins gets a prize.”

               “Like what?” he crossed his arms over his chest, looking at the mischievous grin on your face, doubtful.

               “I don’t know, a hoodie or something,” you perused innocently and he let out a breathy laugh.

               “You’ve already stolen all of mine, so I’m not sure I’d have another one to give you quite honestly,” he admitted and you smiled, mind wandering elsewhere.

               “What about…” you pouted your lips, trying to think up something good. “What about if I win, I get to do anything I want to you? And if you win, you get to do anything you want to me. All within reasonable boundaries of course.”

               “Woah,” Peter’s eyes widened. “Is this the part when you tell me you actually work for Hydra and you gut me like a fish or something?”

               “Pshh no that’s ridiculous,” you shook your head.

               “What do you mean ‘do whatever you want to me?’ Huh?” he inquired, mischievously raising an eyebrow. “This seems oddly torture-like.”

               “It’s not going to be torturing,” you stared at him, unamused. “I could never hurt you.”

               “Then what could you possibly want to do to me?” he sighed, looking at you, entertained with your shenanigans, taking a sip of his cherry slushie.

               “I dunno,” you shrugged, stirring your straw in your cup a couple times before casually telling him your suggestion. “Suck your dick I guess.”

               He instantly spat out his slurpee, eyes widening, shocked. “E-excuse me, what?”

               “I said if I win, I’d probably suck your dick I guess,” you shrugged again and he blinked at you, entire face flushed red, stuttering and stunned all at the same time. Your lips curled up in a small smile, thinking of how much you loved to see him like this, a literal blushing virgin. He was adorable, really.

               “Well gosh, I uh…” he looked down at the red icee he had spat all over his t-shirt and then up at you, still at a loss for words. “You don’t really have to beat me at Mario Kart to get my permission to do that, you know.”

               “Yeah, but this way makes it a lot more fun, yes?” you smirked and he swallowed awkwardly, absolutely frazzled.

               “S-sure, I guess you’re right there,” he nodded slowly, still staring blankly at the slushie stains. “How do you know I’m not going to just let you win?”

               “Because…” you drew out, looking at him, still smirking. “If you win, then you get to do whatever you want to me.”

               He paused, turning towards you, breath hitching. “Anything?”

               “Well again, no torture or killing or whatever but-” you clarified and he laughed, rolling his eyes.

               “Yeah, of course, but uh…” he got lost staring at you again and you couldn’t help but wonder what he could possibly be thinking of. “Shit, I’m in.”

               “Really?” you bit down on your lower lip, almost too excited for this bet.

               “Definitely,” he nodded, feeling a bit more confident. “Just give me a second.” He slipped off his t-shirt and you watched intently, noting how built and lean he was. There were certain perks to dating Spider-Man, and it was moments when your boyfriend was sitting in front of you shirtless like this that you were ever most grateful for them.

               “Well shit, Parker,” you laughed to yourself and he stared at you, confused.

               “What? My shirt had slushie all over it,” he insisted and you looked at him, narrowing your eyes.

               “Uh huh…”

               “No for real!”

               “Totally not trying to tease me or anything over here.”

               “Oh whatever! Just start the game.”

               “Give me a second,” you insisted, reaching down and deciding to take it one step further, slipping off your own sweatshirt and revealing your bra underneath, looking at him, anticipating his reaction. Seeing him like this, you wanted to take a picture and capture it forever. He looked breathless, staring at you, his eyes dark and fixated, his lips parted, mesmerized. You couldn’t help but smile. “See something you like, Spidey?”

               “Yeah,” his eyes flickered up to yours, still blushing. “You.”

               Grinning, you leaned over to kiss him, then pulled away, picking up your Wii remote and selecting your favorite racetrack. “Good luck,” you winked.

“Good luck yourself,” he laughed. “Seeing as the only time you ever beat me in Mario Kart is when my controller dies, I think you’re the one who’s going to need it.”

“Fine, to hell with luck,” you rolled your eyes as the countdown started. “Maximum effort.”

               Both of you pressed down hard, zooming through the track, eyes fixated on the screen, cursing and screaming and hooting and hollering as you gained power ups and got knocked off the road by each other. By far, the most intense game of Mario Kart you’ve ever played in your life. Each round you seemed to egg each other on more and more, and although you clearly knew how this was going to end, you couldn’t help but at least try your very best. First place trophy spinning on the screen, Peter’s tongue ran over his lower lip, glancing over at you as nervousness flowered in your chest. What did he have in mind?

               “I don’t think either of us saw that coming,” he stated sarcastically and you looked at him incredulously.

               “Alright then Peter Parker,” you hummed lightheartedly, shutting off the television and setting your controller down, sighing as you leaned back and rest your weight upon your backwards palms. “What do you have planned for me?”

               “Well…” he looked at you shyly, almost hesitant, and you began to grow even more curious. “I know you said ‘anything I wanted’ or whatever, but I want to make this enjoyable for you too, and that sure you’re okay with everything I’m doing.”

               “By all means, don’t stop for me,” you insisted, small smile tugging on the edge of your lips. “If you say or do anything I don’t like, I’ll speak up. Don’t worry.” He hummed softly in acknowledgment, nodding as he looked towards the floor, still nervous, then cleared his throat.

               “I think seeing as your intentions were to seduce me, I guess I have no choice but to go along with the theme,” he rolled his eyes playfully, slowly gaining confidence and crawling closer to you, making your heart beat twice as fast. He kissed you on the lips, soft and sweet and slow, and then pulled away, lowering his face so that his mouth was barely brushing up against your ear, his voice lowering to a whisper. The entire mood of the room shifted, into something more serious. “So, I think you should lay on the bed for me.”

               “Whatever you say,” you smiled sweetly, trying to hide your nervousness and doing as told, getting up and making your way to his bed, laying down on your back, watching as he stood at the end, looking you up and down, licking his lips. You could tell something inside of him changed. He didn’t seem so timid anymore, afraid to suggest something or speak up. His shoulders rolled back, his feet planted solid in the ground, his entire stance exuding confidence. It was different, dominant and alluring, and you couldn’t help but be captivated by it. He was entrancing like this, dark eyes gazing over your body, shirtless, hands dipping down into the waistband of his jeans, brows furrowed, pondering what to do with you.

               “Hands up. Against the bedframe,” he ordered, and you looked at him, trying to analyze what he had in mind as you tentatively did as instructed, positioning your arms above you, against the wooden frame. In what seemed like an instant, he suddenly flicked his wrists outward, webs springing from his fingers and you gasped as the sticky substance pinned your hands above you, a mess of webs fixating them to the wooden plank. You eyes widened and then narrowed.

               “Didn’t know Spidey was into bondage,” you bit down on your lower lip, aroused by his dominance and playfulness all the same.

               “Didn’t know you could be so naughty,” he quipped back and you blushed, trying to look away, shy.

               “Nuh uh, none of that,” he argued with a chuckle, crawling on top of you and raising your face to look at him with one of his hands, making your eyes meet. “If I do recall correctly, you were offering to suck me off a moment earlier. Seemed pretty eager too.”

               “Still am if that’s what you fancy, Peter,” you suggested, eyes twinkling with a glint of naughtiness, but he just shook his head, smiling.

               “I think I have other plans for you tonight,” he insisted, kissing you again this time, but rougher, his tongue sliding in between your lips and up against your own, then retreating to have his teeth catch your lower lip, dragging it between them before he pulled away, devilish smirk on his face.

               “Mind filling me in on the agenda?” you asked with a breathy voice, fluttering your eyelids and parting your lips, bucking your hips up to meet his.

               “It involves your pants off, and my head between your legs, and you moaning my name,” his eyes flickered up to meet yours. “And then me fucking you into this bed until those moans turn into screams.”

               “Holy fuck,” you whispered, eyes glazed over, staring at him, practically speechless.

               “Sound good to you, sweetheart?” he hummed, fingers tracing over your stomach, playing with the hem of your waistband.

               “Shit…” you laughed to yourself quietly, eyes still fixated on him, feeling unbelievably flustered. “I think I ought to up the ante on Mario Kart wins a whole lot more from now on.”