#or like he’s just casually explaining what it is while chaos is ensuing

[quibbs126]

Okay but I need this actually

My brain keeps thinking about how Megatron doesn’t know things the rest of the Decepticons do because he’s never been on the surface, now I have to see it in reverse, where he’s the only one who does know what’s going on

actually I think it would be very funny if the decepticons had to deal with some Fucked Up Cave Beast(s) that only really Megatron knew what was up about

[toruro]

love you twice — j. wonwoo — part three

pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 pt.4

description: in which your extremely hot and sexy one night stand turns out to be your son’s teacher. naturally, chaos ensues, but you might just find love as your life continues to take an unexpected turn.

warnings/tags: sexual content (18+), oral (f receiving), phone sex, mentions of past toxic relationships, thigh riding, wall sex, use of pet names (mostly angel and good girl)

w/c: 8.3k

a/n: so sorry this took a while to get out! i’ve had lots of work and just finished up traveling soooo writing this got pushed back but! that gave me time to brainstorm since i honestly never expected this story to be more than two parts LOL! but i appreciate all the love and support <3 all your comments and messages have made me so happy, and i hope you like this!

“Hey Kei-Kei!” you call out, walking out to the playground to watch your son play with his friends. It’s Friday, and of course that means fun day. You sit down at a bench crossing your arms over your chest as Kei makes his way from the slide to run up to you.

“Hey Mommy, I can play today, right?” he asks with a hopeful smile. You reach down to ruffle his hair a little, nodding.

“Yeah of course. I’ll wait here, so come to me if you need anything, okay?”

“Mhm,” he agrees, before running back to play with his friends. You smile contently, leaning back into the bench when you see a familiar figure approach from the corner of your vision.

“Hey,” Wonwoo greets cooly, sitting down next to you. It’s been a week since your fourth date, and you haven’t seen him since. Your fingers are aching to reach over and hold his hand, yet you hold your touch, glancing at Kei.

“Hi, how was your day?” you ask casually, turning to him to see him better.

“It’s great. Fridays are always great, aren’t they?”

“I guess you’re right about that. I can’t remember the last time I wasn’t happy that it was Friday,” you murmur to yourself thoughtfully before turning your attention back to Wonwoo. He’s about to respond, but then you both hear a familiar voice calling for you.

“Hey Mommy,” Kei greets, running up to you from the side without noticing Wonwoo sitting next to you. “‘m getting tired now,” he says admittedly, and you pay on your lap to invite him.

“Is that so…” you murmur, “You gonna say ‘hi’ to Mr. Jeon?” You raise your brow and crook your head toward the man next to you, Kei turning slowly to realize who it is.

“Hi Mr. Jeon!” he exclaims happily, jumping onto your lap and waving brightly at his teacher. “What’cha doing here? Aren’t you on your weekend? My mom hates being at her work when she’s started her weekend, she always complains when her boss calls her on the evenings on Fridays.” Your cheeks burn as Wonwoo laughs, and you turn away.

“Is that so?” Wonwoo asks, looking up at you with a teasing glance. “Well, I can’t say I call this work, Kei. I enjoy talking to your m—“ he pauses to glance at you. There’s something thick in the air, as if there’s a line he doesn’t know if he should cross. “—I enjoy this,” he chooses to say.

Kei, in his young innocence, doesn’t pick up on Wonwoo’s hesitance. “Hmm, okay,” he says, placing a finger on his chin as if he’s thinking.

You look down at him, placing a hand on his head. “Do you want to go home now?” you ask him, eyes flickering at Wonwoo and sending a sympathetic gaze his way—you aren’t fond of cutting your time with him so early.

“Aren’t you talking to Mr. Jeon?” Kei asks, and your heart nearly melts at his consideration.

“Yeah, but if you want to go home we will,” you reassure. Kei frowns, and Wonwoo chimes in.

“If you’re tired you should go with your mom, Kei. Playing is nice, but you should always listen to your body,” Wonwoo explains, standing up.

Kei’s frown deepens, and you furrow your brows, peering down at him. It’s not often that Kei is pouty like this, so you aren’t sure what’s going on. He’s motioning his hand for you to come close, and you figure he wants to tell you a secret. Leaning in, Kei brings his face up to your ear.

“I wanna talk to Mr. Jeon,” he whispers, and you have to bite down on your lip to hold back your grin as you pull back, giving him a small nod.

“Why don’t we talk together Wonwoo?” you suggest to the man standing next to you, and you can tell his eyes light up at the idea as he sits down.

“Yeah of course. What do you wanna talk about, Kei?” he asks, leaning an elbow on his knees to lean forward in interest.

“Okay so in class today you were talking about pie but I was wondering why you…” Kei continues to talk on his own tangent as you find yourself being into your own thoughts. Your heart swells at the sight, and it’s a wonderful reminder of just why Wonwoo is a teacher and why he has such a good reputation.

After a few minutes of Kei going back and forth with Wonwoo with his curious questions, you take note of the chilling air around you, and so does Wonwoo. “Anyways Kei, it was so nice talking to you but it’s getting a bit cold. You shouldn’t be out here for too long,” he says, standing up.

Kei pouts once more, and while you did cave once, you aren’t keen on doing it again. “He’s right Kei-Kei, I don’t want you to get sick…” you murmur, voice trailing off as you watch the look of defeat on your son’s face. A thought crosses your mind as you catch the look on Wonwoo’s face.

“Hey Kei, we can go to that restaurant tonight,” you tell him, enjoying the way his face lights up. “And…” you mumble, looking up at Wonwoo who stands above you, “maybe Mr. Jeon would like to tag along?”

Wonwoo’s eyes widen, and for a moment you’re scared that you’ve crossed the invisible line—it’s not as if you've made anything official, or talking about bringing things up with Kei, so this is all unknown territory. It’s silent, and you’re about to turn away and retract your idea before Wonwoo speaks.

“I’d like that,” he says, and you can tell he’s trying to hide your excitement. Your body courses with relief, and you look down at Kei for the final confirmation. As expected, there’s a grin adorning his face and you break out a smile of your own.

“Yay!” he squeals, hopping off from his seat on your lap. You purse your lips as you stand up and turn to Wonwoo slightly worriedly.

“Is this okay?” you ask quietly, as Kei runs across the playground to grab his backpack.

Wonwoo gives you a stern look, and you feel like you might go cozy from how intense his gaze is. “Are you okay with this?” he shoots back. “You’re his mom. Don’t do this if you don’t want,” he tells you more softly this time. “Don’t rush for me. I can wait. I will.” Your stomach tumbles at the words and implications—that Wonwoo is here, that he will be here, that he will be patient.

You let the words sink into your mind for a moment. You like Wonwoo—like really like him—and you want to tread carefully. You don’t want to make a stupid mistake by rushing into things, ruining the one good thing that’s come to you after Kei. Yet again, your gut feeling is nearly always right, and right now your gut is telling you that nothing but good can come out of this dinner between the three of you.

So that’s pretty much how you end up at your and Kei’s favorite diner, you and your son sitting side by side at the booth while Wonwoo sits across, his hands neatly folded as Kei continues to talk to him. You aren’t sure what’s possessed him—it’s really cute, honestly—but he’s never this talkative and you wonder just what it is about Wonwoo that has Kei so comfortably chatty.

“What do you like to get from here Kei?” Wonwoo asks, leaning forward in your son’s direction. Kei bounces up in his seat, pointing down at the menu, you and the man in front of you sharing a fond look before turning back to him.

“I like the chicken sandwich and the macaroni and the vanilla cake is so yummy even my mommy likes it and she doesn’t like vanilla and then I also like the chicken nuggets and—” You place a hand on his shoulder, and Kei stops to look up at you.

“Slow down, Kei-Kei,” you tell him. “One at a time, okay?”

“Okay Mommy,” Kei replies absentmindedly before turning back to Wonwoo to continue, “so then there’s chicken nuggets and I also like the milkshake and my mommy’s favorite is the fries but I don’t like them that much and I also like…”

Kei’s voice trails off in your head, your mind being pulled into some other world as the scene in front of you sinks in. You feel warm, you feel comfortable, you feel happy.

You’re floating in an off land world, and suddenly all of your worries have disappeared. All you see is bright white and three shadows. It’s a silent promise to yourself, you realize, and as you focus back on the banter between your son and your boyfriend, you become even more determined to follow through with it.

The evening ends with Kei not once halting his immersive conversation with Wonwoo, and if anything, you’re surprised that the latter still has it in him to listen so carefully and attentively. As he walks you two to your car, you’re hit with the slight disappointment that you can’t quite give him the goodbye kiss you would want to, but you both settle on sharing a long and intense few seconds of eye contact that sends you the message you both need to hear.

Arriving home, you wash yourself and Kei up, and after tucking him into bed you’re met with a text from your one and only.

i had fun

You grin.

i did too

It’s the next week, and you are once again in a rush before another date with Wonwoo. This time at least, you prepared your outfit ahead of time, but you spent maybe a little too long trying to find where you kept your favorite set of earrings which set you back about twenty minutes.

“Ugh, I’m sorry, I didn’t have time to make you guys some food,” you grumble to Jun once you have everything in your home in place, looking at your cousin exhausted.

He chuckles, “It’s alright, don’t worry, I’ll get us takeout or something.”

“I’ll make it up by making your favorite next time,” you promise, leaning against the counter. You spent the last few moments rushing around the house trying to find Kei’s stuffed animal that he insisted on having with him every night, eventually finding it stuck behind the fridge (how it ended up there, you still don’t know).

“I like the sound of that. You got a date tonight?”

“Is it that obvious?”

“So,” Jun says with an eyebrow raised. His voice is unusually teasing, and you give him a wary look as you take a sip of water. “Wonwoo, huh?”

You choke on the water, coughing and sputtering liquid everywhere over your counter as you turn to look at Jun with wide eyes. “How the fuck do you—“ you gasp out, before wheezing once more.

“He’s friends with Minghao you know,” Jun explains with a smirk as he leans back onto the fridge. “Me and him have met up a few times for dinner with friends and Kei was just telling me how you had dinner with Kei and his teacher…and so I asked for his teacher’s name and when he did it rang a bell and well…I put two and two together.”

You hardly blink as Jun finishes up his tangent, the words processing in half speed. Jun chuckles at your state, patting your shoulder lightly. “Wonwoo’s a great guy. It’s kind of funny though. How you’re like dating Kei’s teacher.”

“Shut up!” you shriek, punching his shoulder. “Don’t bring that part up, it’s embarrassing.”

“Hey, you kind of brought this upon yourself. Definitely unexpected, but I guess it’s a funny story.”

“It’s not funny,” you murmur solemnly, burying your face in your hands. “It’s so stressful Jun.”

The humorous look on your cousin’s face is now replaced with one of concern as your voice lowers. “Okay, I’m sorry for making fun of you. I’m happy you’ve found someone you like, and that he’s like, actually someone decent,” he adds, alluding to your previous past failed relationships.

Rolling your eyes, you huff, “Wonwoo is great…it’s just complicated. For Kei, you know? How am I supposed to bring things up with him, if things do end up going further.”

Jun looks up thoughtfully before responding. “I think…you should listen to your instincts. You haven’t really dated since Seojun—hey, don’t give me that look—“

“Do you have to bring him up,” you groan, throwing your head back. Jun shoots you an apologetic look but doesn’t relent.

“Look, I’m just saying that the fact that you’re even with Wonwoo right now is a good sign that you’re ready. You’ve never done anything without putting Kei first, and I know that you’re thinking about him every step of the way, so trust yourself. And Wonwoo is great—dude he’s literally a first grade teacher.”

“Yeah, I know, but he’s Kei’s teacher,” you emphasize. “Like imagine how confusing that is for him.”

“I guess, but like if you’re confident about your relationship or whatever with Wonwoo then I think you should trust that.”

“I dunno,” you sigh, walking out of the kitchen.

Jun follows behind you, placing a hand on your shoulder so you can look at him properly. “Trust me, and trust yourself. It’ll be fine.”

Fuck, you think to yourself, because you sure hope so. Chewing on the inside of your cheek, you find Kei in his room, giving him a quick hug and bidding him goodbye with a kiss on the cheek. “I’ll see you in a few hours, okay Kei-Kei?”

Focused on his own little drawing, he waves back with a small smile before turning his attention back to his drawing, saying something along the lines of, “Bye-bye Mommy!” Retreating back to the doorway where Jun stands, you check your phone for the time before picking up your purse and heading toward the door.

“Have fun with Wonwoo. I’ll be sure to ask him how it goes,” Jun says with a smirk as you turn the knob, glaring at your cousin.

“Do it and I’ll tell Minghao how you used his toothbrush on your last trip because you forgot your own,” you threaten.

Jun laughs as you walk out into the apartment hallway before worriedly calling out, “Hey you wouldn’t actually do that. Right? Right? RIGHT?!”

Wonwoo’s car is parked out in front of your building, his windows down so he can watch you walking out. When you recognize him and his car, you smile brightly and Wonwoo thinks his heart damn nearly pops out of his chest as you bound toward him.

“About time,” he greets with a smile, unlocking the doors as you approach the passenger seat. You roll your eyes at him as you open the door and slip in. Instead of responding, you choose to lean over the midrest and press a firm kiss onto Wonwoo’s lips, pulling back just as quickly as you dove in.

“Is someone complaining?” you retort, reaching back to put on your seatbelt, grinning at the way the tips of his ears turn pink and he turns back to look at the road.

“Not at all,” he replies quickly, and you’re surprised that he doesn’t sound as flustered as he looks, making it a personal goal to embarrass him just a little more the next time you have the chance.

The rest of the car ride is quiet, save for the radio playing in the background and small conversations about the view as he drives you to the spot he took you on your first date. Pulling up into the field, you grin at the familiar scene. The evening air is warm but the breeze is cool and refreshing on your skin, oranges and pinks painting the sky as you help Wonwoo take out the picnic blanket from the trunk and lay it out on a flat patch of grass.

“So,” you begin, sitting down across from him on the blanket as he pulls out some packed food. Handing you a plate, you grin, watching him settle down himself. “Jun?” you ask curiously, wondering the extent of his friendship with your cousin.

Wonwoo looks up at you with an odd look, one eyebrow raised. “Jun? What about him? You know him?” he asks all at once, causing you to giggle.

“You know him?” you counter, and he scoffs.

“Of course I know him. Him and his best friend are basically joined at the hip—he never shuts up about Jun,” Wonwoo groans as he stands up to walk back to the car to grab something.

“Minghao?” you call out, eyes trailing his figure.

“Who else, babe, who else?” Wonwoo mutters sarcastically, bringing out a bottle of champagne, much to your delight. You chuckle at his response, leaning back on your hands. “So, how do you know Jun?” he asks, sitting back down cross-legged in front of you.

“He’s my cousin,” you say casually, holding up one glass he’s brought down so he can pour you some. Wonwoo seems to falter in shock for a moment, eyes flickering at yours to confirm that you aren’t joking before pouring out the bubbling drink.

“Really? I didn’t expect that.”

“Are you surprised?”

“Hmm, I don’t know if that’s the right way to put it,” Wonwoo replies with a shrug, pouring his own glass and holding it up to yours so you can clink them together with a small ‘cheers.’ “I’m not that close with Jun. I guess you can say it’s a pleasant surprise, you know? We’re connected.” Your heart flutters at the words, scooting yourself closer to him. “How’d you know I know Jun?”

“Well,” you trail off, grabbing your fork and popping one of the fritters Wonwoo brought into your mouth, “Jun actually figured it out first. Apparently one day when he was babysitting Kei, Kei let it slip that we had dinner together and Jun asked for your name and…well he isn’t stupid so he got it.”

“Kei told him?” Wonwoo asks, and you can hear the twinge of worry in his voice. Reaching out a hand, you give him a comforting look.

“Yeah, I told him not to tell other kids at his school but obviously that doesn’t include Jun so he just mentioned it,” you explain.

“Oh thank god,” Wonwoo mutters. “Imagine the earful I’d get from the principal if word got around the parents that I was taking my student and his mother out for dinner.”

“I can imagine the earful you’d get from other moms to have their own dinners with you,” you murmur, huffing at the thought. Wonwoo gives you a funny look. “Okay don’t give me that look, you know they think you’re hot.”

“But I am hot,” Wonwoo replies smugly, and you glare at him as you pull your hand away from his to cross them over your chest.

“Whatever,” you grumble, turning your head away. Catching onto your sulky mood, Wonwoo reaches out on his own to grab your forearm to tug you towards him. You stumble over your knees a little, but within seconds his arms are steadying around your waist and pulling you next to him so you can rest your body against him.

“Okay sorry,” he tells you sincerely, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I can’t control how they think, but I can control how I think, and I think that you’re the hottest person alive.”

Your cheeks burn, and you squeeze your eyes shut in his hold. “Shut up, don’t be corny.” Wonwoo laughs, holding up a sandwich to the front of your lips, encouraging you to open up. As you heed his silent requests, Wonwoo responds.

“You know you love it.”

Mouth full, you grumble something about telling him to shut up again, which has Wonwoo laughing more.

“Can I ask you something?” he asks after some time spent finishing your food and bickering, and you can tell from the way his voice is an octave deeper that this conversation is taking a different turn.

“Yeah, of course,” you say as you shift your head to a more comfortable position on his shoulder.

“And you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to,” he adds and you furrow your eyebrows, looking up at him. His expression is unreadable, but you have an idea of where this is going.

Thinking for a moment, you reply, “It’s about Kei’s father, isn’t it?”

Wonwoo frowns. “Am I that readable?” You smirk slightly at the way his cheeks tint pink, continuing, “Like I said, you don’t have to answer. I’m just curious.”

“No it’s okay, you deserve to know,” you quickly tell him, shyly adding the last part before turning back to look at the meadows in front of you. “Since you’re like, actually my boyfriend now.”

“Are you sure?”

“Wonwoo,” you breath out with a chuckle.

“Okay, okay, sorry just tell me.”

“Kei’s father and I dated in high school and college, but it was mostly on and off. It was weird. He was kind of weird.”

“Weird?” Wonwoo asks, raising a brow.

“We just didn’t match. Would get into arguments and break up over stupid shit and get back together for god-knows-why,” you explain, reaching for one of Wonwoo’s hands to play with as you recount the story. He lets his hand relax as you run the pads of your fingers over his palm, tracing them over the lines absentmindedly as you recount.

It’s a story that you haven’t often had to tell—you haven’t had anyone to tell—and the words feel odd on your tongue. The story of you and Seojun—no, actually, it’s the story of you and Kei—is one that you’ve mauled over in your mind for the past five years, spending endless tears to the point where even if you wanted to cry right now, you wouldn’t be able to.

“What’s this guy’s name by the way?” Wonwoo asks, interrupting your thoughts.

“Why do you wanna know?” you ask teasingly. “Gonna kick his ass or something?”

“I might,” he responds playfully, suddenly holding your hand that’s playing with his, bringing it close to the warmth of his body.

“Seojun. I think me getting pregnant was his kind of reality check that he wasn’t meant to be, as ironic as that sounds. Probably realized that fatherhood wasn’t for him, and so I wasn’t either,” you chuckle to yourself, and for the first time in a while, you laughing at yourself isn’t bitter, it’s light-hearted.

“I’m sorry,” Wonwoo tells you sincerely, and you can tell when you look up at him that his eyes are searching for the right words to say. “That must have been hard—to go through that alone.”

“I managed. I had Jun helping me anyways.” There’s a silence, and you feel there’s more Wonwoo wants to ask, yet he’s holding his tongue. You realize now that this might be an awkward topic for him to ask about, and you squeeze his hand tightly in reassurance. “Is there anything else you want to know? I told you, I’ll tell you what you want to know.”

Wonwoo sighs, looking down at you with an expression that is more solemn than anything. “I don’t want to probe.”

“You’re not. I’d want to know too,” you clarify. “I’m not upset about this or anything. I got over it a long, long time ago, so this isn’t really like an uncomfortable topic for me. Honestly, I was never even upset about Seojun in the first place, I was just upset that Kei wouldn’t have a dad.”

“What does Kei know, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Nothing really. I guess he’s kind of aware that most people have two parents,” you murmur. “He doesn’t ask any questions though, I’m not sure why.”

“Kei’s smart,” Wonwoo tells you, letting go of your hand to run it through your hair soothingly. “Both academically and emotionally. Maybe he just knows when and where he should ask certain questions.”

“He’ll have to know sooner or later. I’m guessing later it is,” you say, rubbing your eyes a little from having them open for too long. “I guess this just makes my job easier. I have more time to think about it.” A thought crosses your mind, and you look up at Wonwoo with wide eyes. “Why do you want to know all this? I don’t mind, I’m just curious.”

Wonwoo chews on his lip, and you take a mental image (fuck, he looks hot, but now isn’t the time for that), before he responds, “Well you know I’m serious about you,” he begins to explain, and right off the bat do you feel something bubble up in your stomach—butterflies. “I just wanted to know the situation with Kei, so I have an idea of where that places me, you know?” You can tell he’s trying to be casual about it but the slight waver in his voice gives away his anxiousness.

“Mhm,” you agree. “It’s confusing, for me too. I think we should just go with the flow. If you really want to know more though,” you say, tossing him a playful glance, “Seojun isn’t going to come back any time soon. Or ever, for that matter, so you don’t have much to worry about.”

“Not much…so there’s still stuff to worry about?” Wonwoo chuckles nervously.

“Well you still gotta get through Kei—he’s the toughest judge, you know?”

“Is that so?” Wonwoo murmurs. “I guess I’ll have to start picking favorites in class now.”

“What a biased teacher!” you gasp dramatically, pulling back from his hold to turn and face him. “I’ll have to report you to the principal!” You crawl into the spot in front of him and place your hands on his chest, pushing him lighty.

Wonwoo grins, circling his hands around your wrists in front of him before replying, “Can you seriously blame me? I’m pretty sure every teacher would have favorites if their students had moms as hot as you.”

Your face burns and you drop your head to his shoulder so Wonwoo can wrap his arms around your torso and pull you onto his lap. “Ugh, you got me there,” you murmur, pulling back and placing your hands on his shoulders before swooping down for a kiss.

It hardly takes more than ten seconds before his tongue is sliding into your mouth, your hips pushing down to meet Wonwoo’s pelvis in an erratic mess. He’s pulling back just as quickly as he dove in, and the feeling of his lips leaving yours makes your head go dizzy.

“While I do love this, I don’t like the idea of doing anything in the car again,” he says casually, putting some space between you two. You frown, but nod along.

“So…” your voice trails off and you’re giving him that look and Wonwoo thinks he might just go insane.

He sighs, pursing his lips into a smile. “So…I guess this just means I’ll have to take you to my place. Again,” he adds, referencing the first night you two spent together after the club. You grin at his words, scrambling off of him and quickly trying to grab the picnic blanket to put back into his car.

“What a shame,” you reply sarcastically as Wonwoo hops up too, the tent in his boxers being ever so prominent. You force yourself to tear away your lustful gaze on the sight and turn back to the car.

Wonwoo gives you a warning look. “You don’t want to?”

“N-no! I never said that,” you mumble, shoving the blanket into the back seat before slipping into the passenger seat. Wonwoo trails slowly behind you, getting into the spot next to you as he starts the engine.

He scoffs, backing into the road. “That’s what I thought.”

As soon as the door shuts behind you when you enter his apartment, Wonwoo is trapping your frame between him and the wall. Your back being pressed up against the wood has the air of your lungs forced out of you and into his mouth as he leans down for a fervent kiss. Whining, you wind your arms around his neck, pressing his lips even harder into yours.

Your tongues meet in a sloppy mess but somehow your uncoordinated movements mesh perfectly in a hot mix of saliva and desperation. This is what you’ve been waiting for, you think.

It’s hard not being able to touch him, kiss him, hold him whenever you want. It’s hard not being able to mark him as yours whenever you please. You know Wonwoo is yours, yes, but it’s hard to hold yourself back when you see him from the corner of your vision when you pick Kei up from school.

Desperate nights in the middle of the week where you stand in the shower, hot water running down your even hotter body, and shove a hand between your thighs as you try to mimic how Wonwoo’s fingers curl into you in all the right ways.

It never feels the same, never, but the mental image of Wonwoo when you’re between his legs, cock stuffed in your mouth, is enough to bring you to the edge. Only barely, of course, and the aftermath of your orgasm always has you leaning against the cool tile in shame and desire.

You couldn’t control yourself one night, calling Wonwoo up at the dangerously horny hour of 11 p.m., not really expecting him to pick up. When he did, you nearly jumped in ecstasy before the breath caught in your throat when he asked if everything’s okay in that sweet tone of his and—fuck—you’re really fucking desperate.

When you bashfully admitted that you were needy, that you were ‘thinkin’ ‘bout him,’ Wonwoo had asked you, ‘thinkin’ about what baby?’ to which you meekly confessed that you were in dire need to feel him, feel the stretch, feel his cock.

He chuckled, and that was your plunge into reality—realization that you fucking called Wonwoo when you were supposed to be asleep, nearly begging him to get you off some way, some how, confessing to him that he’s the only way you can have an orgasm that’s actually worthwhile. Realizing how insane you might have sounded, you almost hung up, but then there was Wonwoo talking and his voice was an octave lower and there were sparks flying through your body.

Wonwoo, all low and hoarse, was murmuring filthy words through the phone, demanded that you stick your pretty fingers in, and rub your clit like the good girl you are until his voice alone was throwing you off the edge. You spasmed around your fingers while Wonwoo worked you through on the other end, whispering praise and sweet nothings until epiphany hit and you started apologizing profusely to him for being needy.

That night, Wonwoo assured you that it was okay. That it was okay you were so needy you needed to beg him for his help to make you cum. That it was okay you couldn’t be patient for him like a good girl. Tonight, you aren’t sure how much of honesty was laced in those words, at least, not with the words he’s spilling into your ear now.

Pinning your hands above your head in a tight hold, Wonwoo mutters, “You’ve been wanting this, huh?”

“W-Wonwoo, fuck,” you gasp when he latches his mouth to your neck, sucking and biting until there are are deep red and purple marks that are bruising your skin. Swiping his tongue over the tinted skin, you feel every part of your body throbbing, aching under his touch.

“Thinkin’ about me in the night,” he continues, letting go of your hands so you can let them fall to his head, gripping tightly onto his hair. Wonwoo brings his own arms to your waist, hiking them up your shirt and looping them through your belt loops to yank down your shorts. You shuffle your feet out of the loose clothing, managing nothing more than a moan when he wedges a thigh between your legs.

The hard muscle flexes through the denim of his jeans, Wonwoo’s hands on your waist helping you grind your throbbing core down on him. “Wonwoo,” you choke out, grabbing aimlessly at his shirt, tugging, pulling—anything to get it out of the way. It’s the first time you two have done anything since your first date, and it’s been even longer since you’ve seen him shirtless, thinking back to your first fateful night together. You briefly ponder on how things have changed in only a matter of a few months since then, and the rush of it all has you feeling dizzy and your knees growing weak as you lazily rock your hips against Wonwoo’s thigh, watching him peel his shirt off.

You suck in a break when you catch sight of the valleys and mountains of his chest—the curves that hug him so well and the abs that trail below, causing your eyes to be directed at the filthy v-line which disappears under the waistband of his jeans. “Like what you see?” Wonwoo grins, grabbing your chin and pushing you into a kiss as he slips one hand under your shirt. You choose to help him out when you pull away, quickly pulling the shirt over your head, letting it fall to the ground.

“Of course I like what I see,” you say without a hint of shame, your words coming out in pants as you feel a low pleasure grow as Wonwoo starts to bounce his thigh slightly. You whine when he lets his thigh fall, feet hitting the ground as you swivel your body in hopes to chase the feeling, causing him to chuckle at you.

“Patience angel, you’ll get what you want soon enough,” he eases, pulling away from your body slightly.

You pout. “And how do you know what I want?” you retort, immediately regretting your bratty choice of words as Wonwoo narrows his eyes at you. He doesn’t say anything as he sinks to his knees in front of you, watching you give him a confused look.

Tapping on one of your thighs, you lift it slightly only for Wonwoo to grab it and throw it over his shoulder, the realization that his face is dangerously close to your cunt finally sinking in. “Huh…” he breaths out, bringing his lips close to your soiled panties. “You don’t want this then?” he murmurs, not breaking eye contact with you throughout.

“N-n-no, I do,” you say hurriedly, shifting your position slightly so that you can balance yourself better against the wall. Your other leg has its heel pressed into Wonwoo’s back, and if it’s hurting him, he doesn’t say a thing. All either of you can really focus on right now is the smell of your arousal intoxicating Wonwoo’s system, and the intense gaze of his eyes on yours.

“Good girl,” he mumbles, and you press your eyes tight because you feel you might cum at the sight alone.

“Wonwoo, fuck—ple—”

Wonwoo shuts you up real tight when he licks a hot stripe over your panties, and you cry out his name from the unexpected pleasure. Fingers flying down, you grip on his hair tight, causing him to groan into your clothed cunt.

“Easy, angel,” he warns, but you can tell he doesn’t really care. Not when he only rewards your behavior by sliding the soaked fabric aside, revealing your slick folds to the cool air around you. “Holy shit, you’re dripping,” Wonwoo mutters, and your ears burn at the comment.

“D-don’t stare,” you mutter out, breaking your eyes away from Wonwoo under you, the scene causing your entire body to heat up.

“Can’t help it. So pretty,” he tells you, bringing one hand up to rub against the folds. “Can’t believe this is all it takes to make you a mess…” “Wonwoo—”

He continues, “Just lettin’ you fuck yourself on my thigh for a minute and you’re already so ready for me…”

“Shit—”

Wonwoo looks up at you with dreamy eyes. “You deserve a reward, don’t you think?”

“God yes.”

Wonwoo smothers himself in your folds as soon as the words of confirmation leave your lips, and the rush is so strong you’re in awe at how you don’t fall. Tangling your fingers in his hair once more, you let yourself grind down onto his face as his tongue digs through your wetness, tasting—exploring.

He goes back and forth, taking a few moments to let his tongue run through your folds before moving his mouth up and wrapping his lips around your clit. He throws out some flicks of his tongue and then sucks hard, causing you to slam your hand over your mouth to prevent any one of his neighbors from hearing such ungodly sounds.

“Don’t do that,” Wonwoo growls, halting his work on you to glare up at you.

“Sorry,” you squeak out, letting your hand fall to your side as you chew on your lip at the sight of his lips and chin all glossy and wet from your wetness.“Angel,” he mumbles before diving back and bringing his own hand up to rub against your hole. He teases for a few moments before catching the way your voice wavers when you beg for more, deciding to plunge in two fingers at once. He’s knuckles deep from the get-go, giving you hardly a moment to adjust to the overwhelming amount of pleasure before he’s easing them in and out of your tight cunt.

Between the thrusts of his hand, he’s curling his fingers against your walls just as he did a few weeks ago in his car—it's been so long since then that if you weren’t so dizzy from pleasure, you’d be amazed at how he still remembers just what gets you to your orgasm embarrassingly fast.

“Wonwoo—fuck,” you moan when he sucks against your clit while finger fucking you mercilessly. “K-keep doing that—’m gonna cum—fuck, gonna cum!” you cry out in shock as you feel your belly tighten up when he’s hitting that one spot inside of you that has your knees buckling.

Wonwoo only hums against your clit but that’s enough—with the vibrations and his warm tongue and his fat fingers, you’re writhing against the wall as he rides you through the orgasm that you’ve been aching for for weeks.

Coming down from your much awaited high, Wonwoo slowly slips out his fingers out of you, and you finally notice the way your arousal not only coats his hand, but drips down into a filthing fucking mess all over his forearms. Slightly appalled with how dirty this all is, you lift your hands from his hair as he starts to stand up, bringing them to cover your face.

“What the fuck,” you murmur with a hoarse voice, only releasing your own cheeks when Wonwoo forcefully grabs your wrists and yanks them down.

“Stop,” he instructs, before cupping your cheeks himself and kissing you deeply so you can taste your wetness on his tongue. “That was hot,” he says casually as your eyes rake over his body, finally landing on the bulge that pressed against your stomach.

“Felt so good…” you praise, hands ghosting over the imprint of his cock over his jeans, drinking in the sight of his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. “Can I repay the favor?” Wonwoo watches you intently for a few moments and then shakes his head, causing a frown to make its way onto your face.

“Wanna fuck you,” he clarifies, and the crude choice of words has your cunt clenching and gushing once more. “So where do you want it…” Wonwoo asks before listing his offers, “bed, couch, counter…?”

Your vision trails over his apartment that you haven't ever really had the chance to look at properly at his place. You aren't really keen on doing any inspecting now though, especially now that an interesting thought comes to mind. “Can we…can we do it here?”

Wonwoo looks at you like he just fell in love at this moment, and in his head, he thinks he might have just  done exactly that. “You're insane,” he grunts, unbuckling his belt and shoving his boxers and jeans down in one go. His cock springs free, and you can’t control the way you instantly grab out for him, fingers scooping out the leaked precum as it swipes over the tip. He curses lowly under his breath, grabbing one of your legs to hook it around his toned torso.

Wrapping your hands around his neck, you pull him down for a sweet kiss as he slides his fat cock through your folds as a way to lube himself up in your slick. “You’re insane,” you finally shoot back, lifting yourself on your tippy toes so it’s easier for Wonwoo to line himself up with your entrance.

He’s pausing with his tip barley inside you, reading your face. “You ready?” When you nod up at him with thick lashes, you certainly aren’t expecting him to pull you down onto him, and you’re even further shocked out how he pushes up into you simultaneously, his cock filling you up balls deep in one go.

“Wonwoo!” you cry out, head thrown back as it hits the wall. The pain on the crown of your head is dull, but the stretch you feel from your cunt overtakes anything else you might be able to feel in your body. Your thighs tremble as Wonwoo stills, his rough fingers rubbing gentle circles onto your waist and ass as peers down at you, allowing your pussy to relax around him.

He’s big. He’s big and his cock is fat and the tip is already kissing your cervix yet the pain is addicting and you want—you need more. “Wonwoo,” you repeat, looking up at him with big doe eyes that have his insides churning in fondness. “More…can you give me more…please?”

Wonwoo grips your waist tightly, and you can tell he’s holding back. “Angel—”

“You said you wanted to fuck me, Wonwoo, right?” you plead needily, weakly moving your hips towards his to chase the feeling on your own. He stops you, gripping your hips so tight there’ll probably be bruises the next morning.

“So needy,” he grunts, and you think he might just get irritated with you but then he’s pulling his hips back and before you know it, his cock is ramming back into you. Back arching off the wall, your jaw goes slack and you can’t even find the voice to say a thing.

Each time Wonwoo slams back into you after a painfully slow drag of his cock, he punctuates the slap of skin against skin with a deep, guttural groan and low mutters of your name and angel, whispering broken sentences about how good you feel and how you’re squeezin’ him so good.

Your body throttles against the wall with each snap of his hips, and if you were in your right mind, you honestly would have complained about the faint pain. The thing is though, that you aren’t in you’re right mind.

You aren’t thinking clearly, and it’s because Wonwoo has successfully fucked you dumb. So dumb you can’t think, can’t speak, can’t complain, can’t think anything but Wonwoo Wonwoo Wonwoo.

“God, making a mess on my dick, huh angel?” Wonwoo coos as his thrusts become more sporadic. You’re clenching him so incredibly thigh, warm and gummy walls hugging him so incredibly tight that he thinks it’s a miracle he hasn’t cum yet.

The only noise echoing through his apartment is the squelching of juices that mixes where his cock meets your cunt, skin slapping against skin, and soft pants for hair, until finally you’re tightening your hold around him, moaning, “Wonwoo fuck—I can’t—fuck—feels too good.”

“God, fuck, I can tell, you’re so fucking tight—squeezing me like a vise,” Wonwoo moans into your ear. “Finest fucking pussy, I swear,” and the words are so filthy yet so sweet that it has your eyes rolling to the back of your head, nails digging into his back.

“Wonwoo,” you intend to cry out, but the syllables fall just short of a whisper when he pulls you down and rams his cock up into you so hard it’s punching the air out of your lungs. Bringing his hand down, Wonwoo roughly rubs at your clit as he stills himself inside of you while rocking yourself against him, twitching at all the stimulation that’s being thrown your way.

You cum, and you just know that this has been the best orgasm of your life. Pleasure hits you like a truck and you’re left almost crying, your entire body shaking against Wonwoo’s who bites down on his bottom lip so hard it nearly draws blood.

Feeling you cum around him, your wetness coating his thighs and pelvis, as you whine out his name in your moment of heightened pleasure, intimacy, vulnerability has Wonwoo’s vision going foggy and heart growing in his chest. The second he senses your orgasm has finally withered away, he’s pulling out and fervently jerking himself off as you stand limply, the only thing holding you up being the force of Wonwoo’s body pinning you to the wall.

But now, you’re both exhausted and your leg around him loosens so you fall to your knees. Your face landing right in front of his pretty tip, and you focus your hazy vision on the full length of his cock. With your position from before, you couldn’t really look at it without craning your neck at an unnatural angel but now…

Now you can see his dick up close and in all its glory while simultaneously watching Wonwoo fall apart in front of you. Bringing up a hand to help him out, you wrap it around the base of his cock and massage his balls with the other hand as you lift yourself on your knees and open your mouth wide, not once breaking eye contact.

“You’re so beautiful,” Wonwoo grunts one last time with a few sloppy flicks of his wrist and then his eyes are shut tight, eyebrows pinched together as hot white ropes paint your face. Some lands on your tongue, some on your cheek, some on your chin, and you lap up what you can as you watch Wonwoo ride out his own orgasm with a few last pumps of his cock.

When he finally opens his eyes, he’s met with the sight of you running your tongue over your lower lip to scoop up his cum, and he feels he might get hard just again by watching you. Taking a deep breath, he steps back, holding out an arm for you. Reaching up, you’re taken aback by how frail you feel when he pulls you up and you stumble into his arms, an ache beginning to take its spot in your lower body.

“Are you okay?” Wonwoo finally speaks when he hears you let out a small gasp of pain. He’s walking slowly, leading you in his arms to a room which you now recall as his bedroom. Wonwoo pushes you backwards until the back of your knees hit the bed and you fall back, the tall man flopping on top of you.

“Mhm,” you finally respond, letting him roll over or lay beside you. “A little bit sore,” you add, and you hit his bicep when you hear him trying to muffle a laugh. “Is my pain funny to you,” you grumble.

Wonwoo shakes his head, turning to face you. “Of course not,” he tells you, but the smug smile on his face doesn’t match with his words. You narrow your eyes, and he continues, “Okay. Maybe it makes me a little happy.”

“My pain makes you happy?!”

“It just means my dick game is great!” You huff, turning away, and Wonwoo laughs, spooning you from behind before saying, “Okay I’m joking. Are you in a lot of pain?” He presses kisses into your shoulder, light and feathery as he awaits your response,

“Not a lot…” you murmur, scooting your body closer to his. “Feels kinda good…” you admit, and you damn near feel him smile into your skin at that comment.

“You sure? Anything you want me to do?” Wonwoo asks sincerely. Turning over to face him you purse your lips.

“Buy me cake before dropping me off?” you suggest, before thoughtfully adding, “and extra cuddles?”

Wonwoo grins, kissing you sweetly. “Cake and cuddles it is.”

Which is how you end up getting dropped off at your house two hours later with cupcakes in your hands for Jun and Kai. Helping Kai sit down at the table to serve him the dessert, you catch Jun giving you a funny look.

“Why’re you walking like that?”

Your face burns and you avert your gaze quickly and then Jun is laughing, picking up his phone and texting someone. “Who are you texting?” you demand, walking up to him in an attempt to grab his phone. He pulls it away quickly, dangling it above your head.

“No one,” he says in a sing-song voice.

“Liar.”

“It’s just Hao.”

“What’re you telling him?!” you nearly shriek before lowering your voice, looking back at Kei who is still happily eating his cupcake.

“I’m just telling him Wonwoo’s date went well! He was curious.”

“How’d he know?!”

“I told him, of course,” Jun deadpans. You roll your eyes, pinching the bridge of your nose. “Well did I lie?”

You glare at Jun before biting the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from smiling. Because as much as you’d like to strangle Jun right now, he in fact, did not lie, and the way you giddily text Wonwoo, ‘i had fun,’ tonight when you go to bed is testament to that fact.

a/n: im sorry i had to rush the ending idk i am not super happy but .... :/ the next update might take just around the same amount of time because i have a lot going on right now, but i hope you all enjoyed what ive written so far :c please like and comment and reblog, they literally make me so happy! anyways, i hope you enjoyed and please have a nice day &lt;3

[hittmeandtellmeyouremine]

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 1

pairing: experienced!harry osborn x virgin!afab!reader

summary: harry tracks you down, asking you to go to unity day with him. it doesn't go as planned, whatsoever. he invited someone else and almost died. if you knew that he would almost die, you would've said no. if you knew what going out with him was going to lead to, you would've said no. right?

warnings: swearing, mentions of sex, mentions of injury, mentions of piercings, suggestive content (no smut).

word count: 7.4k+ words

a/n: this is ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 1 to my heaven is a bedroom series which uses characters and events from sam raimi's spider-man universe. you can read it by itself or with the rest of the series! i hope you guys like it! ♥

you were making your way out of your calculous class, dying to get home. the class itself wasn't bad: you made friends with the girls you sat with which made it more bearable. you were just ready to be home, cuddling with your cat.

you rushed out the building and down the steps as you fantasized about your bed. you couldn't wait to get home and out of these jeans. as good as they made your ass look, they didn't beat your pajamas. maybe you'd force get clover to watch a horror movie with you and bug.

you were so engulfed in your planning that you didn't realize someone calling your name. you looked in front of you to see harry. as you were coming out of the building, he must've been going in. he was standing below, a step ahead of you.

"princess coming out of her castle?" he teased with a smile.

"playboy looking for a new bunny?" you knew he didn't have any classes in this building.

he chuckled and shook his head.

"not quite, i've been looking for you, actually."

"you stalking me osborn?" you smirked.

"something like that, yeah. you're a hard person to get ahold of y/n" he admitted.

"what did you need?"

"i wanted to ask you if you wanted to go to the unity day festival with me? my father's company throws it so we would be on the balcony, away from everyone else. not that we have to be though, we could go down and do the stuff if you wanted to."

you smiled as you watched him explain himself, trying to convince you to go.

"did all the other girls you asked first reject you?" you asked, assuming you weren't his first choice.

"that depends on your answer. you would be all the girls i asked"

you stood corrected.

it couldn't hurt. you were gonna go with clover but you knew she would you leave you as soon as the guy she liked showed up. you didn't really want to be left by yourself, that'd be kinda sad.

"sure harry" you agreed.

"yeah?" he looked surprised.

"yeah. is there anything i should know beforehand?"

"we'll be with my father's employers and they're all business casual so i'll be in a suit, if you want to wear a dress" he said with a smile.

"okay. i'll meet you at your apartment like an hour before?"

"yeah, yeah that works"

"okay, see you" you said before going around harry and leaving him on the steps.

he watched you walk away looking like he had just won the lotto. he walked towards the building with a smile on his face before he paused and turned to away, reminding himself he didn't actually have a class in this building.

-

unity day rolled around a few days later, being on a saturday. a tv girl vinyl spun on your record player. bug laid in a little loaf as he watched you repeatedly disappear and eventually reemerge from your bathroom. he made himself quite comfortable at the edge of your bed, watching chaos ensue.

you, like any other girl, tended to leave your room in a tornado after you got ready. it was quite the process and who had the time to try to do everything neatly? not you. you were lucky if you remembered to cap your makeup before you left.

by the end of your natural disaster you were satisfied with how you looked.

you debated for a while on what color dress to wear, usually going with a something black or something red. this time you opted for black, assuming everyone else would probably be wearing bright colors for the festival aspect.

you had chosen a short, black dress. it had short sleeves and a straight neckline. there was a little bow in the middle of the neckline paired with detailing to make the upper half resemble a corset. the skirt flowed out, you didn't want anything to tight-fitting. you wore black tights under it for that same reason, not wanting to show too much skin because you'd probably be in a room with a bunch of old guys.

you shivered at the thought.

you paired it with some black heels to give you some extra height and gold jewelry. you debated on what to do with your hair.

up or down? up or down? up or down? both.

half up, half down. you made sure to slick the top half into a pony, curling the ends of you hair and pony for an extra touch. mascara, blush, and lip gloss would do. this wasn't a date or anything.

at least he didn't say it was.

you sprayed yourself with perfume and air kissed bug before grabbing your little purse and keys, making your way out of your room. you tried to quickly sneak out of the apartment but clover had peaked her head out of her room.

"you're leaving already? i thought we were gonna go together?" she called after you.

"nope, going with peter and harry. have fun with daniel! see you later!" you called before shutting the front door, using your key to lock it behind you.

you would've given her the heads up if you had seen her. you lived with the girl and felt like lately you only saw her when one of you was going out and the other one was coming in. her... situationship was taking up all her time. she wouldn't admit it, but you knew. she tried to hide it, but you knew. secrets were fine, you just needed to even the score a little.

you made your way down the street and walked towards peter and harry's apartment. you were grateful for the light wind and the short walk that made the walk in heels a bit more bearable.

as you rode up the elevator you started to become more nervous.

for some reason.

you shouldn't have been nervous. this was just hanging out with your friend and his best friend. no big deal. wait. harry never mentioned peter. he only mentioned you and him. peter might not even be going. you should've checked with peter first. why is it that you don't check with peter before coming over??

it was too late for all that now as you knocked on the door. thankfully, peter answered this time.

"y/n? hi, i didn't know you were coming over" peter said, confusion rolling off his tongue.

"you didn't?" you questioned.

"no i'm kidding. i definitely did" he said, rolling his eyes playfully as he let you in.

he closed the door behind you and led you into the apartment, towards the stairs.

"you can wait here. harry's almost done. harry, y/n!" peter yelled, grabbing his stuff as he headed towards the door.

"wait, you're not coming?" you asked.

"nope. well yeah, i'm gonna be going. just not with you guys. i'm gonna be working, jameson wants pictures for the paper. possibly, hopefully." he explained.

you nodded. you guys said your goodbyes before he left. not too long after you heard shuffling and footsteps, turning to see harry coming down the stairs.

"oh wow. y/n, you look beautiful" he smiled as he reached the bottom.

he was wearing a grey suit with a baby blue button up underneath. his dark blue, almost purple-looking, tie hung from the middle of his collar.

"you look good in a suit playboy" you taunted, making him roll his eyes playfully.

you weren't lying though, he really did.

"you ready to go?" he asked, a smile still on his lips. you nodded and he lead you towards the door, his hand hovering over the small of your back. he didn't want to push his luck too soon.

-

you two talked the whole car ride and he was starting to grow on you, a little. you could tell he was trying his best to make a good impression, to not come off too strong or too uninterested.

when you arrived he stopped at the front of the building, looking around for his father, you presumed.

boy were you wrong.

he was still talking to you, his brown eyes seeping into yours. you started to think maybe clover wasn't all that wrong. maybe a talking stage with harry wouldn't be too bad. maybe he wasn't too bad after all.

he was so caught up in your conversation he didn't hear the red-head who was calling his name with a big smile. she was quick to make her way over to him and embrace him in a hug.

"mj, hi" he smiled down at her when she finally pulled away from him.

what the hell?

"hi. sorry i'm late, traffic was terrible trying to get here."

"well i told you we could've picked you up on our way here" he told her.

we.

it was like a lightbulb went off for her and she finally realized that you existed here, before her.

"oh my god, i'm so sorry! i'm mary jane watson" she told you, holding her hand out to shake yours.

mary jane, as in peter's mary jane??

"this is y/n. she's friends with peter and i" harry introduced, you gave him a look at that last part.

was that even true?

"hi" you took her hand and shook it with a smile, glancing over at harry.

you'd be lying if you said you weren't confused, because you were. you told yourself this wasn't a date, it obviously wasn't, but harry had never mentioned anyone else being there. if anything you thought peter would be with you guys, not the girl he liked. what was she even doing here? why hadn't harry mentioned her coming?

this was all so weird. or were you making it weird...?

"come on, we should get upstairs" harry told the two of you.

mary jane nodded and followed his motion to head inside. you hesitated a bit, internally debating if you should've picked being ditched by clover instead of this. harry noticed your hesitation.

"you coming?" he asked as his eyes fell on you, holding out his hand. you gave him a small smile and took his hand as he lead you inside.

the three of you had taken the elevator up to the floor where all of the higher-ups were. harry had greeted quite a few people on your way in, his hand resting on the small of your back now. it was an obvious attempt at a silent apology, a statement that it was you he was interested in, not mary jane.

that still didn't give you an answer as to why she was here though.

harry had left you two to talk, saying that he was going to try and find his father. you could have been mad but, in all honesty, you didn't want to be introduced to his father. doing something like that would mean something and you didn't want that.

not yet, at least.

mary jane was actually pretty nice. she asked you about college and how you knew harry and peter. turns out she's an aspiring actress and she's been doing a few auditions. she said she had recently been rejected. you sympathized with the brutality of that world, mentioning your sister being involved in it.

you could see why peter liked her. there was a small sparkle in her eyes whenever she mentioned peter's name. you don't think she even noticed it herself, but you did. you helped him out every chance you got, mentioning how sweet peter was.

they'd end up together at some point.

before you realized, harry was back at your side.

"i couldn't find my father, i don't know where he's at. i tried calling him but i didn't get an answer" he said, frowning a bit.

"maybe he's just a little late. it's his company, i'm sure he'll be here soon" you offered.

he smiled at you, eyes glancing at your lips before he heard mj.

"look, i see peter!" she smiled, waving down at him.

you looked over the balcony to spot peter with his camera pointing up at you guys and he waved back. from you were he looked like a little ant yet she still managed to pick him out in the crowd.

mj excused herself for a moment, saying she was gonna go use the restroom. you and harry both nodded before she disappeared. you continued to look out at the people from the balcony, feeling harry's eyes on you. you were standing facing one another but he was the only one actually looking.

he had the perfect view of you, one that let him notice little things about you. like the ring of earrings along your earlobe. piercings one after the other up until the top, each hole filled with a gold earring.

"i'm sorry i didn't mention mj coming. it was kind of a last minute thing." he said.

you looked at him.

"are you trying to tell me i really was the first girl you asked?"

"you were the only girl i asked, y/n. mj asked me to come along because she's trying to see if she can talk to someone with connections at broadway. she called to ask me about it last night. i didn't want to tell you because i figured you wouldn't want to come."

he wasn't wrong.

"plus, i figured you meeting her might help pete out. he's been in love with her forever but hasn't made a move" he laughed.

"he doesn't want to make things awkward. it's cute, how in love with her is he is. she's in love with him too, you can tell" you smiled.

"you think so?" he asked.

you nodded.

"you can see it in people's eyes when they love someone or something. they tend to light up, their pupils dilate a little. your eyes will always give you away"

"yeah? and are my eyes giving me away yet?" he asked.

you suddenly realized out close to you he was. his face was just inches from yours as those brown eyes poured into yours. his eyes glanced at your lips again, like he was pleading.

upper hand, y/n.

"oh my gosh. that bathrooms here are so nice!" mj told you guys as she returned.

you created some distance between yourself and harry, leaving room for her between you guys. that was probably for the best because harry's eyes still hadn't left you.

"yeah?" you asked as she stood between you two.

"we should go inside, get drinks" harry said, reaching for you behind mj.

she turned around with a nod, walking on the right side of you as harry tried to subtly pull you closer to him on the left. as the three of you started to head inside you ran into a bald man in a wheelchair.

"oh, hi, mr. fargas" harry said.

"oh, harry" the man replied.

"have you seen my father around?" harry asked, leaning down towards the man.

the man's face faltered, like he was about to give harry bad news.

"well, i'm not sure if he's uh coming today" the told him.

you didn't like the feeling that lingered after he said that.

harry turned to you, grabbing your hand now as he started to go inside but stopped. you were about to protest as harry walked towards the balcony. you were right behind him, your hand still in his. that's when you saw it, something green fly towards you. it flew past you guys.

"what the hell was that?" harry said, his eyes still on the thing.

you watched the thing turn, coming right back towards you guys and slowly started to pull harry back.

"harry" you said, worry in your tone.

the thing was heading right towards you. harry stepped in front of you as he backed up. before anyone could do anything you watched the figure throw something before feeling the balcony start to shake. you heard the explosion before you felt it, various screams following immediately after.

the balcony floor started to crumble and as you tried to stepped back one of the higher-ups pushed past you, making you stumble forward. harry was quick to wrap his arm around you waist and pull you back against him, the both of you falling back onto the floor.

you heard screaming and looked up, seeing mj stuck on a piece of balcony that was slowly breaking off. harry pulled the both of you up onto your feet again, pushing you behind him as the figure circled back towards you guys again. it threw something else and you watched the higher-ups on the balcony disintegrate in front of your eyes. one of them was the bald guy harry has just spoken to.

harry pushed you behind him more and tried to reach out for mary jane but she was too far away. a piece of debris hit him over the head, knocking him out. you tried you best to hold him up but he was too much bigger than you. you sunk to the floor with him in your lap.

"harry?! harry??" you screamed, trying to wake him.

you looked up to see the green figure was rising behind mary jane now. her eyes followed your gaze as she turned to see it too.

"hello, my dear" a man's voice said.

she let out a bloodcurdling scream.

before the green man could do anything you saw a spider-man swing in, knocking the figure off his glider. he fell through a booth on the ground. you watched his glider fly through one of the balloon's, sinking to the floor.

you took the moment to look down and check if harry was still breathing which he thankfully was. your attention turned back to mary jane who was screaming for dear life as the piece of balcony she was on continued to break off of the rest.

spider-man swung towards her but just before he could grab her the figure grabbed him, pushing him into the window above you. the pieces shattered and you covered harry's face with yours.

you could hear the figure repeatedly bashing spider-man's head into the window. after a bit of tussling he fell onto the floor in front of you and reached for mary jane.

"watch out!" she yelled to him.

spider-man was quick to turn around and web the figure's face. he flipped backwards and ripped out a piece of the figure's glider. the figure seemed to stumble, his glider lacking balance as he flew off.

your eyes turned back to mary jane, yelling for her as the piece finally broke off of the balcony and she went over.

"hold on, mary jane!" spider-man yelled before diving after her.

wait. how the hell did he know her name?

you watched him swing away with mary jane in his arms, relief washing over you. you look out onto the crowd to see if you could find peter again but he was no where to be found.

weird. hopefully he ran to safety.

-

eventually, a first responder came to help you and harry. they got him up and the first thing he did was ask for you. they had to give him a little bandage where the debris hit him. he called a car to take you and him back to his apartment, trying to get ahold of his father the whole ride there. when you guys got there peter was already there.

"peter! omg!" you said throwing your arms around him.

harry was now on the phone with mj, making sure she was okay.

"hello to you too" peter smiled as you pulled away.

"i tried looking for you to see if you were okay but i couldn't find you" you told him as your eyes scanned over him for any injuries.

"i'm fine. i ran off the minute i saw that thing fly in" he admitted.

"its a good thing you did" you smiled.

harry appeared back at your side, off the phone with mary jane now.

"she's alright. she's just a little rattled"

"well at least spider-man was there to save her. he's incredible"

harry's face scrunched up.

"incredible? what do you mean he's incredible?" he questioned as he looked at you.

"what do you mean? he saved mary jane" you asked as you looked at him.

"yeah, yeah. come on, say goodnight to peter" he said, gesturing you up the stairs.

"goodnight, y/n" peter called, chuckling as he watched the two of you banter.

"what? harry i'm not staying over!" you argued as he practically pushed you up the stairs.

"yes you are. it's too late for you to walk home alone, especially after what just happened. you're staying the night." he said as he guided you into his room. you turned to him to protest.

"harry, i have to get home and feed my cat" you tried.

"don't you have a roommate? won't she do it?"

possibly. but you'd have to call her and you didn't know if you really wanted to do that.

"call her and let her know you're with me and peter. i'll drop you off first thing in the morning" he said, handing you his phone as he took off his jacket and went into his bathroom.

you sighed and dialed your apartment phone's number.

"hello?" clover answered.

"hey, it's me" you said, sitting on the edge of harry's bed and taking off your heels.

"oh my god. are you alright?!" she questioned.

"i'm alright. are you alright?" you asked.

harry emerged from the bathroom, leaning against the doorway as he watched you.

"yeah, we're alright"

we. as in her and daniel.

"listen, i'm at peter and harry's. they don't want me to go home right now so i'm being forced to stay the night. could you make sure to feed bug and give him water please?" you asked.

"is it peter wanting you to stay or harry?" clover asked. you could already tell you would be interrogated the minute you got home.

"both. can you feed bug?" you asked again.

"yeah of course. i got it. have fun okay? and use protection! love you!"

"love you" you rolled your eyes before hanging up and handing the phone back to harry.

"bug? as in the bug? as in spider-man?" harry smirked.

"that's one reason why, yeah"

he chuckled as he went over to his dresser, opening a drawer. you watched him pull out a t-shirt and a pair of plaid boxers.

"here, if you wanna take a shower. the boxers are brand new and the shirt's clean" he said as he handed them to you. he disappeared from his room momentarily, coming back with a new body wash and lotion in his hand.

"may gave peter some tropical body wash and lotion that he has yet to use" he said before handing those to you too.

you looked up at him as he went into his bathroom again, motioning for you to follow him.

"there's a lock on the door, if that helps. i put out a fresh towel for you, the red one. mine is green. same thing with the toothbrushes. you can use anything you want in here alright?" he said before turning to you.

"thanks" you nodded with a smile.

he nodded before heading out and closing the door behind him. you smiled to yourself at how attentive he was being.

no. no. no. upper hand, y/n. upper hand.

you turned on the shower and got yourself undressed, putting your hair up. you stepped in and let the hot water drench you body. the tropical body wash was actually pretty nice, you mentally reminded yourself to tell peter to ask may where she got it from. you washed off your face, getting off the little makeup you had left.

you wrapped the towel around you as you stepped out of the shower. you stood in front of the sink, opening the mirrored cabinet. you were looking for deodorant but your eyes first landed on the box of condoms, making you roll your eyes. you found the deodorant and used it, closing the cabinet after. the boxers and t-shirt were baggy but you didn't mind. you let down your hair, brushing it out with the little hairbrush harry had. you silently thanked god that your hair was straightened right now or else this brush wouldn't have cut it. you finally brushed your teeth before opening the door and stepping back into harry's room.

he had changed, now wearing plaid pajama pants and a grey tee. he was fixing his bed until he turned around to see you. he felt his heartbeat pick up a little, seeing you in his clothes. did that... turn him on? yep, it definitely did. your nipples poked through his shirt, making it evident that you didn't have on a bra. he thought you wouldn't but he convinced himself to push the thought away and stop being a creep.

he cleared his throat.

"i uh, i made the bed for you. i just washed everything the other day" he said.

for you?

"are you not gonna sleep here?" you questioned.

"well, no. i'll give you your space and sleep downstairs" he said.

"who said i wanted space?"

"well i just assumed-

"harry, this is your bed. i'm not gonna kick you out. we can sleep together, it's fine. or would you rather me sleep with peter?" you asked.

"n-no! i want to sleep with you. wait, that didn't come out right" he said, screwing his eyes shut and making you laugh.

"come on" you smiled as you got into his bed. he shut the light's off and got in next to you. you both laid on your back as you stared up at the ceiling.

silence filled his room for a while.

"you never answered my question earlier" he sad quietly, turning on his side and looking at you.

"about what?" you asked, looking at him too.

"do my eyes give me away?"

oh. that question.

"i don't know yet. you're hard to read" you answered.

that was partially a lie. harry's eyes told you just how bad he wanted you, you just couldn't tell what exactly he wanted from you. you kept telling yourself he just wanted to hook up with you, but there was a glimmer in his eyes that said otherwise. that must've been in your head.

"thanks for staying with me earlier" he said.

"thanks for not dying on me" you smiled.

you guys were close again, his face probably an inch away from yours. his eyes seemed to keep finding their way back to your lips. he lean a bit, trying to feel out if you would let him finally kiss you.

"can i?" he whispered.

this was all getting too serious. he was getting too close. he was getting to be too much but why weren't you moving away? why weren't you stopping him?

you nodded instead.

"words, y/n. i need to know you're sure" he whispered. his hand had found it's way to your face, thumb rubbing against your cheek.

"yes"

he leaned in, pressing his lips against yours. it didn't take much longer for his lips to start moving against yours. the hand that was on your face slipped down to your hip, pulling you against him. you opened your mouth a bit more and his tongue took the opportunity to swipe over your bottom lip.

upper hand! upper hand!

you pulled away from him.

"goodnight harry" you turned onto your side, your back pressed against his front.

"goodnight y/n" he said. his eyes lingered on you as you fell asleep.

-

the next morning you were still pressed against harry. his arm now wrapped around your waist, hand splayed out over your stomach, under your his shirt. he was the first one to wake up, glancing over at the clock.

he didn't move, scared to wake you up. he debated on moving his hand once he realized where it was. as much as he liked this, he didn't want you to feel like he was crossing a line. he slowly pulled his hand away but his fingers grazed over the bar of metal poking through your belly button.

fuck, you had it pierced.

jesus christ, he needed to get it together. you were too close to him for him to be getting turned on right now. he pulled his hand away from your body, waking you up in the process which wasn't what he was trying to do.

"morning, princess" he said, quietly. you hummed in response.

"what time is it?" you mumbled, rubbing your eyes.

"almost ten" he answered.

you groaned.

he chuckled at your lack of enthusiasm.

"come on, i promised i'd take you home" he said.

harry had given you sweats and a hoodie to wear home. he dropped you off at what he thought was your apartment but was really a block away.

upper hand, check.

you slowly unlocked the door to your apartment with your keys, it was quiet and clover's door was closed. this either meant she wasn't home or was tangled up with daniel. whatever it was, you weren't gonna risk sticking around to find out. you grabbed bug, headed into your room, leaning against your now closed door.

what the fuck was yesterday...

-

a few days had passed since you last saw harry which was perfectly fine with you. peter hadn't mentioned anything about him, even better. the less you knew or saw of him, the better. he would only distract you and you couldn't afford any distractions right now. as it was, chemistry was kicking your ass. peter had helped you out a few times but it was still a constant struggle for you. which is why you had been sitting at your kitchen island for what felt like forever.

clover had gone out for the night. she wouldn't tell you with who but you knew it was with daniel.

ugh, you couldn't stand him.

which meant she wouldn't be home until late. this was the perfect time for you to study and that's what you had been doing, well trying to do. your notes had been spread out across the surface, your textbook laid open in front of you as you tried to understand.

it seemed like the harder you tried, the more it felt like you were reading a foreign language. you watched as bug walked across the island, sitting himself right in front of you with his tail swaying. whoever made it a requirement for biology majors to take chemistry deserved jail time. actually, they deserved more than that. they deserved a lifetime in he-

you heard the telephone start ringing. you silently thanked god for the distraction as you got up to go grab it.

"hello?" you answered.

"hi y/n"

you smiled, rolling your eyes as you heard your older sister's voice.

"hi chas"

chasity was six years older than you. she went to school for fashion in new york but was quickly recruited for modeling. after a few years in the modeling industry she started styling. anything fashion had chasity's name written all over it. when you and clover moved in she made it her business to make it to new york to help you guys move in and decorate.

"have you been avoiding my calls?" she asked, you could practically hear her smirk through the phone.

"no, why do you say that?"

you usually spoke to chasity at least once a week but you just hadn't had the time. whenever she called you, you were busy and whenever you called her, she was busy. the time difference didn't help either, considering she's been in london the past few months.

"because the last few times i've called, you haven't answered. i had to speak to clover to get the 411 on you"

oh jesus christ.

"there is no 411 on me. i've just been busy with classes. chemistry is kicking my ass"

that wasn't a lie.

"what about your smart friend? what was his name...?" she asked.

"peter. he tries to help me all the time but i feel bad taking it. i don't want him to start to feel like i see him as a tutor more than a friend"

"and what about his friend?"

what the fuck. how did she-

"did clover tell you?" you asked, rolling your eyes and shifting the phone to your other ear as you leaned back against the counter.

"i told you i asked her what was going on with you. i didn't expect to hear that you went on a date. why haven't i heard about this cute boy who's interested in you?"

you could hear she was frowning.

"maybe because it's not true or important chas" you sighed, mentally reminding yourself to yell at clover later.

"what do you mean it's not true?"

"he got me a hot chocolate and tried to walk me home. then he asked me to go unity day with him and almost died. that was it"

not entirely...

"that's basically two dates!" she protested.

"whatever helps you sleep at night" you said sarcastically.

"y/n, i'm serious. this could mean something for you, something that isn't just school and you cat" she said.

"would it do me any good?" you scoffed.

just as chasity had started to rant about you needing to put yourself out there and whatnot, you heard a knock at your door. peter was supposed to be dropping off some notes he had borrowed, he missed the last lecture. you went over to the door and opened it to see harry.

oh great, just what you needed.

harry leaned against the doorway, a smile on his face the minute his eyes met yours.

you stepped aside and motioned for him to come inside quietly while pointing to the phone against your ear. the last thing you needed was chasity to find out the boy she was ranting to you about was in your apartment.

"anyway, this isn't what i called you for" she said.

"so what did you call for chas?" you asked as you settled yourself back against the counter. harry stood beside the island, watching you.

"to tell you that i'll be there in two weeks!" she said excitedly.

"seriously? for how long?" you questioned with a smile.

"a few weeks. i want to be able to spend halloween and thanksgiving with you."

you smiled at the fact that she wanted to spend the holidays with you and the fact that bug was doing his own inspection on harry. he had position himself at harry's feet, looking up at him with his tail slowly swaying.

"great because clover's parents are gonna be in town for thanksgiving too and they've been asking how you were. are you gonna stay here?"

"no, alex has a place. we get in the 28th. i'll let you know the exact time as it gets closer okay?"

alexander was her boyfriend fiancé. they met when chasity was modeling at some show in london. they were friends for a while and he not-so-secretly pined after her until he finally asked her on a date.

"okay chas"

you said your goodbyes and hung up the phone. bug had now made his way over to you, sitting at your feet and eyeing harry from there.

"hi" harry smiled.

"hi harry. how did you find out where i lived?" you asked, crossing your arms over your chest.

his eyes ran over you as he contemplated how he wanted to answer. bug decided this was too boring for him and made his way towards your room. harry cleared his throat and your eyes narrowed as he spoke.

"peter told me"

"peter told you or you asked?" you questioned, cocking your head to the side a bit.

"both. he told me he had to bring you back your notes and i asked to do it for him. didn't know i would find out you had me drop in front of some random building" he said.

harry set your notebook on the counter with the rest of your notebooks, waiting for a reaction out of you. he didn't get much of one.

"its not random, its right around the corner"

"that's not my point y/n and you know it" he said, staring at you.

"guess the cat's out of the bag" you shrugged.

"are you mad at me or something?" he asked.

you shook your head.

"do you want something? water?" you asked him as you opened up the fridge.

harry felt the room get hotter as you turned your back to him.

the boyshorts you had on were cute, sure. they were baby blue with white stripes. there was a white band at the top and three little buttons, making them resemble boxers.

cute wasn't the word harry thought of though. not when they hugged your skin like they were apart of it. and definitely not when the curve of your ass made the stripes curve with it. his imagination was running wild and you had barely spoken to him.

"no, thanks, i'm alright." harry answered.

you turned around, closing the fridge behind you and setting a bottle of water in front of him anyway. your eyes locked on him as you stood in front of him.

"why are you here harry?"

"to give you back your notes" he answered.

"well i got them back. now what?"

this must be new for him. from what you had heard girls were practically throwing themselves at him. most of them did it for the money, but if they weren't, harry was gorgeous enough for them to do it anyways. his ego probably weighed more than his and your body weight put together.

"i wanted to see you" he said.

"you saw me. now what?"

he chuckled and looked away from you for a moment. apparently, you still had the upper hand here.

"what do i have to do here y/n? i feel like i'm missing something." he admitted.

"do you even know what you want, harry? because i don't think you do" you said.

"i want you" he answered.

"no you don't" you rejected.

"i'm pretty sure i do y/n"

"you want to fuck me. there's a difference" you explained.

"i want to do that too but that's not my priority" he said, his eyes glazed over you, landing back on your eyes.

the room seemed to be getting hotter.

"you barely know me, harry" you pointed out.

he stepped closer to you.

"i'm trying to but you're not letting me, y/n"

"i don't have the time for a relationship harry" you said lied.

"you want to keep things casual? because i can do that" he countered.

"i'm not gonna be one of your fuck buddies" you shook you head.

he was invading your space now.

"then don't be. i'm not asking to fuck you" he whispered.

"so you don't want to fuck me?"

"don't try and twist my words, y/n. not when you know i do" he rebuttaled.

all you could do was look at him. there was close to no room between the two of you. he towered over you, those eyes that once resembled honey were now dark and glossy.

"i'm sorry to disappoint" you said, cocking your head to the side with a smirk.

"don't be, we'll get there eventually" he suddenly seemed so confident.

why did he seemed like he had the upper hand now??

"eventually? so you're willing to wait until i feel like i'm ready??" you questioned.

"i'm a patient guy, y/n. especially with things i really want"

his hands had now found their way to your waist, pulling closer against him if that was even possible.

"that's what every guy says and no guy has ever lived up to it" you told him.

wait a minute-

jesus christ, you were a virgin. you said that thinking it would scare him away but it was doing quite the opposite. his pants were suddenly feeling tighter than they were before those words left your mouth.

"i'm not like other guys, am i?" he asked.

"no. you might just be worse"

he was pressing you into the kitchen island now.

when did he get so close? and more importantly, when did you stop caring?

"you've never done it before, have you?" he asked.

you shook you head.

fuck. he shouldn't have asked that. he should've just stayed curious because it wasn't really help his pants situation.

you couldn't deny the pool that was forming in your panties. you wished you could say it wasn't but it was. you wished you could say you didn't want this.

at first, you didn't, but then you did.

"and we're not going to today, at least not that far" you told him.

"how far are you willing to let me go then princess?"

"until i feel like you're getting more than you deserve"

his cock twitched hearing that.

"you're gonna regret this, you know that?" he asked. this had to be just as hard for you as it was for him. it just had to be.

"maybe i already am" you said.

you took one of his hands from your hip. you guided it down, between your legs. making sure to watch his face as you pressed it against the puddle that was forming. even through your shorts, he could feel it. his breath hitched as he pressed two fingers against you.

"damn it, y/n. you can't just do that" he sighed. those pleading eyes were back.

"why? isn't this what you wanted? we can stop, if you want" you whispered.

"if you were anyone else i'd take you right here. right against the counter or on it. whichever one you want" he said, his head pressing against yours.

"i'd like that, but no" you said before pulling away and pushing yourself onto the counter.

he stood between your legs, instinctively chasing how close you once were to him. his hand founds their way to your thighs now as he looked at you.

"so this is the game we're playing then?" he asked.

"why? does that make you wanna quit?" you challenged.

"no, i'm game. do you have rules for this game we're playing?" he asked.

you thought about it for a moment.

"you can't fuck anyone else if you want to fuck me. i don't like sharing, harry"

"yeah i noticed that the other day with mj. done, keep going" he agreed.

"you need to get tested before you even think about doing anything with me. you've been with a lot of girls and as cute as you are, i don't feel like catching anything." you tell him.

if he really wanted, you would get tested too. just to be fair.

"done. anything else princess?"

"you have to actually put in an effort, okay? i'm not just gonna be your fucktoy." you told him.

"you want me to make it official?" he asked you.

wait, huh?

"you okay with becoming my girlfriend, y/n?"

he couldn't mean that.

"harry osborn doesn't do relationships" you pointed out.

"i do now, i do for you. is that alright? will you let me be your boyfriend?" he asked.

you looked at him for a moment. a part of you was waiting for him to take it back but he wasn't backing down.

"you're serious about this?" you asked.

"swear on my father" he nodded.

"you have any rules you want me to follow?" you asked him before answering.

"i don't like sharing either y/n. same thing goes for you" he told you.

you nodded.

"and i'm gonna want you to go out with me"

"you mean when your dad has business events?" you asked.

he nodded.

"galas, charity events, weddings, all of it. i'll buy you whatever you want for them- hell, i'll buy you whatever you want in general but you have to go with me. unless you have school or stuff"

"does that sound fair to you princess?" he asked

you nodded.

"you'll be my girlfriend then?" he asked, wanting an official answer.

"you're gonna regret this, you know that right?"

"i'll take that chance. answer the question y/n"

"i'll be your girlfriend harry" you agreed.

he flashed you his teeth before leaning in to kiss you.

so much for no distractions...

[spiritiual-camp]

Don't Say No to a Man in Love? (Chapter 1)

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A Legally blonde au for ohshc! One unfaithful day, just when Tamaki thinks Kyoya is going to get serious with him and take things to the next step, he breaks up with him! In order to win his love back, Tamaki follows Kyoya to Harvard, chaos ensues. (for plot purposes haruhi was never a part of the host club.) Word Count : 826 Author's note: if you do find this in ao3 its probably im too lazy to embed links on both sides

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It’s the end of an exhausting semester in the Ouran University, some were exhausted and some were packing to go home. However, it was a joyful day for the former high school hosts. Tamaki and Kyoya were dating for 2 years now, their relationship surely blooming. The twins were soon off to study in France for a semester after the holidays. Mori and Honey? They were doing alright. 

Everyone noticed, Tamaki had been extremely jiggy especially this week. They were all gathered in Tamaki’s flat near the campus.

"Do you guys think he'll propose tonight?" Tamaki said, his eyes gleaming as he wiggled his feet on the chair he's sitting on.

"I don't know, boss" Hikaru sighed sharply

"Hey, we can hope?" Kaoru said and paused momentarily "At least"

"Yeah!" Honey chirped, raising his fist into the air. Mori nodded along.

"Stop being so negative, Hikaru!" Kaoru nagged his twin brother jokingly

"I just have this feeling… I can't explain it but something seems off with Kyoya" Hikaru tried to explain himself but was cut off by Tamaki's delusional screamings.

"IT'S BECAUSE HE IS GOING TO PROPOSE !!!!" He yelled happily and started jumping around.

Everyone joined him in yelling like school girls except for Hikaru, and also Mori who simply nodded in affirmation.

Hikaru seemed to be in deep thought, as he sat down on the floor, Mori headed for the walk-in closet and scanned the clothes.

After a few minutes of cheering around and making loud noises, everyone turned to Mori who simply stated ‘’What are you going to wear?’’

Tamaki’s face turned pale as he dropped on his knees. ‘’Oh my god.’’ he let out.

‘’Don’t stress it, boss. We’ll take care of it.’’ The twins simultaneously consoled him, putting one hand on both arms of Tamaki and disappeared as soon as Tamaki got on his feet.

Tamaki swiftly rushed to the bathroom to start getting ready.

‘’Yay!!!!’’ Honey clapped chirpily. 

Soon, around after a half an hour or so, the twins came back with a simple satin baby blue suit. Tamaki was newly done with styling his hair, he stepped out the bathroom and stared at the suit and back at the grinning twins.

‘’Okay, hear us out, milord.’’ Hikaru spoke first. ‘’Since you wear a lot of red and pink…’’ Kaoru added ‘’We thought you could do something different from your signature color.’’ Hikaru explained ‘’Besides, it’s simplicity makes it look like you weren’t begging for it!’’ Kaoru finished the explanation, they were both still smiling wide holding the suit.

‘’You make a good point, my good sirs.’’ Tamaki suddenly said in english in a British accent, a hand on his hips as he grabbed the hanger of the suit. Then, he started to walk-jump his way to his room while giggling to himself.

Time flew faster than the time Tamaki could whip out some random object out of thin air. Shortly, Kyoya arrived at Tamaki's flat also, and had already forced someone to make tea for him already as he engaged in casual useless banter with Honey and Mori that has no relevance to the plot so the author won’t mention it. Tamaki bursted through the open door dramatically, bringing a breeze with him.

‘’Hello, my dearest!’’ He kneeled down in front of Kyoya, and suddenly there was a rose in his hand which he handed to Kyoya.

‘’Hello to you too.’’ Kyoya replied coldly, he got up and rejected the rose as he started to walk towards the door. ‘’Come on, we’re going to be late.’’ He said with a smirk.

‘’First, please accept this rose, my fine gentleman.’’ Tamaki took Kyoya’s hand from his pocket and forcefully gave it to him. ‘’Would you say no to a man in love? It’s one of many tokens of my love to you.’’ A deep blush took over his cheeks, tilting his face to the side, his eyes moist. 

Kyoya chuckled as he played along. ‘’How could I ever say no to you?’’ 

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Funnily, Kyoya reserved a seat in one of Suoh Group’s hotels restaurants. They weren’t exactly locals here but it’s not like all eyes weren’t on them. It wasn’t everyday the only son of the Suohs and his boyfriend had dinner here.

Now they were eating their final course, a deadly silence was all over the table. Kyoya was more silent than usual, Tamaki noted. Was he nervous? Only makes sense, considering how big of a step it is! Yeah, that’s right! There was a huge smile on Tamaki’s face as he thought to himself.

Abruptly Kyoya put down his fork and knife. ‘’Tamaki, it’s time we got serious.’’

The glint in Tamaki’s eyes got shinier as he nodded.

‘’As you know, I for some reason decided to pursue a law career.’’ Kyoya started to explain. ‘’And that I will be off to Harvard.’’ He took in a sharp breath ‘’It’s time we take some action, into our future.’’

Tamaki started to wiggle his feet happily.

Kyoya suddenly rose to his feet. ‘’Tamaki, we need to-’’

‘’Yes!’’ Tamaki rose to his feet also. ‘’In any lifetime, I’d marry you in a heartbeat!’’

‘’We need to breakup.’’

[manyothermusingsofmine]

Masquerade of Units || Chapter 4/5

Prev: Chapter 3 Start: Chapter 1 Fandom: Xmen

Warnings: None

Wordcount: 4866

Summary: Four idiots show up on the scene. Chaos inevitably ensues. Some things also require some talks Lance's greek outburst mean "shit, man" but like derogatory on both counts yknow? from what I understand anyway -------------------------------------------------------

 “Well? Mind telling me why you feel the need to push my friend around, lady?” Pietro just looked her over, almost bored with the situation already while keenly aware that being as close to her as he was made her visibly uncomfortable; almost like that was the point.

“Will you stop making it sound like I can’t defend myself?” Todd protested in the back, hands on his hips as Pietro shot him a look, before he casually looked back to Miranda as he had decided on how to deal with this in a split second.

“Anyway, next time you feel the need to save the evening and get the AC running with Forge and whoever else you brought along; Gambit? Gambit makes sense, you’re with the X-men, for a run like this I would also bring someone who can blow the lock clean off a door- Which by the way you could have done instead of manhandling my friend out of the way-“

“Not with me in front of it?!”

“Shush, Todd; like I was saying you could’ve had him handle the case instead of assaulting my friend over there, that’s kind of a criminal offense; we would know. Haven’t seen you before anyway, which one are you, don’t remember any of them having invisibility before, you’re pretty by the way, you here with anyone special or what-“

“Jesus Christ, do you ever breathe?!” Miranda asked, genuinely exhausted by the sudden onslaught of words thrown her way as she firmly pushed against his chest to try and get him away from her, but he either didn’t move or immediately got back into the position he was before- it was hard to tell.

“No, I breathe beforehand.”

“… Wow. I hate that. Get away from me,” she muttered, trying again to push him back but definitely failing this time around, as the man in front of her didn’t budge for even a moment, her eyes flicking to Todd in the hopes he would at least call his friend back. And for what it was worth, the brown eyes of the frog mutant met with hers before they shot at his friend. Todd agreed in his head that Pietro was deliberately way too close to her, and it was working a bit too well for even his liking.

“Dude, ease up on her, it’s not that serious; I’m fine.”

“Mh? At the very least she could apologize for shoving you. You’re fine, sure, but what if you did get hurt? We could have another feud on our hands, and I doubt miss new Xmen I don’t know of over here would want that on her hands, what with-“

“Maximoff,” a low voice in a threatening tone came from the hallway behind the door, as Miranda let out a breath she hadn’t realised she was holding; heavens above was she glad to hear that voice again seconds before she would have swallowed her pride and actually called for his help, “get away from her, or else.”

“See, Remy, knew they would bring the lock pick guy to a situation like this so it’s still ridiculous she decided to make it physical- Or else what?!”

“Or else, Gambit will make ya,” he replied, flipping a card in between his fingers in case he had to escalate things, but the threat of it alone was enough to finally make Quicksilver back off enough where he could place himself between the two and shield Miranda behind his 6’2 frame.

“Oh, you’re vouching for this one then? Well as her senior chaperone for the evening, do you want to start a new feud between our groups for old times sake since she decided to make it physical? I thought the lot of us agreed that as long as we all keep our hands to ourselves nobody needed to get into old arguments over which group is better, but maybe the lot of you need to do a better job at explaining that to-“

“Pietro,” a different voice altogether.. rumbled? That was the only way Miranda could explain the sheer projected volume that made the window panes tremble for a second, despite the voice somehow not shouting his name no matter how loud it was called, “Nobody is starting any feuds tonight; especially not when I’m not looking. If you feel like picking a fight with the X-men, I would appreciate being in the loop about it first, man.”

“She started it,” Pietro huffed while nodding at Gambit because he couldn’t exactly point out the woman he was shielding behind himself, “there was no need to assault Todd.”

“Dude, it’s not that deep or serious, I’m fine, I just brought you here to make sure I wasn’t going crazy and to check that the place isn’t actually haunted, not to harass a woman who did little more than scare me, or pick a fight with Gambit!” Todd replied sharply, fed up with having things made more serious than they were and with Pietro talking for him instead of letting him talk, looking to Fred who had come over at this point as well to stand by his side- only to then have his attention drawn back to Pietro who opened his mouth again after switching his confrontational attitude to pleasantly amused entertainer at the drop of a hat.

“Oh I know, I’m just fucking with you, you should know that by now,” a collective annoyed groan came out of the other three at it.

“I can’t fucking bring you anywhere, man, why did I even bother?! Next time something like this happens again, I’m bringing Lance as back up instead.”

“The better choice by far,” Lance dryly remarked.

Miranda barely listened to the way the four argued between each other. While Pietro had been removed from her personal space, the lingering intimidation tactic he had applied to deliberately make her uncomfortable didn’t let up that easily. She lightly pressed herself closer to Remy, feeling and knowing she had little right to seek his protection or comfort right now, but needing it all the more

“I’m glad you came back,” she whispered loud enough for him to hear but not for the other four to overhear as they continued arguing amongst themselves, with Gambit ever so lightly looking over his shoulder before rolling them back a little and standing up straighter to appear broader and hide her further from the inherent chaos of the Brotherhood

“I’d never let you deal with this lot on your own,” he replied in an equally soft but audible to her whisper

“Thank you. … I’m sorry.”

“Right back at ya, we’ll talk that through later, alright?”

Pietro still yapped the most out of the four, at this point making the whole thing into a joke. There was some lowkey understanding between all that he never would’ve seriously done anything to Miranda, but the collective glares of his friends told him enough.

“Oi, lady, sorry about all that. I’ve been told before that I get needlessly defensive over my friends; especially Todd-“

“To my ever growing annoyance.”

“People pick on you all the time, man, you know I don’t stand for that, besides, Lance brought up a fantastic point in all of this- Why the fuck were you at maintenance door acting like you were getting paid to guard it? This is supposed to be a ball event where you’re meant to have fun with the friends who came here to hang out with you, not stand by some door tricking X-men into thinking like they have to get past you to deal with the AC that isn’t working making everyone’s lives miserable- And speaking of that right on cue that one is back on, thanks Forge-“

“Pietro! Skatá, maláka; I know that after all these years you still don’t come with a mute button, but shut the fuck up, will you?!”

Pietro just flipped the bird at Lance in response, the whole thing feeling like banter between people who had known each other for years rather than swapping actual insults back and forth, as the silver haired guy casually put his hands in the pockets of his dress pants before tossing his gaze over to Todd, who had been having a conversation with Fred on the sidelines to catch him up to what had been going on, halting when he felt a pair of eyes staring a hole into his back.

“Wha- don’t you fucking dare,” and without waiting for his speedster friend to change his mind Todd jumped straight up and away into the air, high enough to land in one of the light fixtures, almost chandelier like structures though smaller, and making it sway with his added weight while looking to Lance for an alliance against Pietro. Lance just looked up, rolling his eyes and groaning at this was again getting out of hand.

“Get down from there. He talks like nobody’s business but he’s right, we didn’t come here for you to sneak off and pretend guard a door for no reason.”

“I wasn’t pretend guarding anything, I was just standing there minding my own business, why are you taking chatterbox’s turn of events over mine anyway?! Maybe I’ll just stay up here instead-“ he realised what that would lead to, clutching onto the light fixture right as he saw the look in Lance’s eyes change from only half invested into what was going on to fixated on him. Keeping said gaze firmly locked on Todd, Lance casually stuck his hand out, palm pointed to the floor; and within seconds the ground began to tremble and shake

Gambit heard the startled gasp behind him, putting one of his arms further back for Miranda to hold onto and steady herself; feeling how she clutched on for dear life while he watched the scene unfold further. Lance pulled his hand back up, with a bored flick of the wrist ending the tremors he had started; still looking at Todd while casually crossing his arms over his chest.

“Awh, and here I thought you were going to keep going until you shook me-“ Todd’s own yell of surprise interrupted him as Pietro plucked him out of the light fixture, with Fred catching both of them on their descent down from the ceiling after already having been the one to boost and throw Pietro in the right direction during Lance’s distraction.

“I don’t need to shake you out by brute force, Todd, that’s beneath me and you know it,” Lance said, watching as Fred separated the two and held each one in an arm like he was carrying two baskets; no matter how much either struggled to break free. Fred looked at Gambit, or rather at the few pieces of red dress that were slightly peeking out from behind the Cajun, his expression softening before deliberately turning his silver haired friend towards the two X-men affiliates.

“Apologize to her-”

“Bro I already-“ a wheeze left the speedster as Fred changed his hold to apply just a smidge of pressure; by his strength enough to genuinely push a decent amount of air out of the other’s lungs

“A genuine apology, Pietro, not the half assed ones you like to give.”

Breathing in the moment Fred eased up, Pietro huffed and glared up at his friend for as far as he could, looking at Todd and then at Lance before he realised he was outnumbered in the apparent democratic voting that he had taken it too far with this girl.

“…. Fine. Hey, uh, lady in red?”

“Miranda,” Fred corrected before Gambit could, to which the Cajun just half nodded in agreement as he felt her still holding onto his arm though less intensely at this point.

“Miranda,” he repeated, ”I do take things too far. A lot. Often. Many times. Was a dick move on my part to deliberately get all up in your business like that when I realised it was effective in upsetting you. Sorry.”

“… Apology accepted,” she replied, the best way to react to hopefully and finally get out of this situation she had stopped wanting to be a part in from the moment she had opened her eyes only to look directly into his. Fred nodded, knowing it wasn’t going to get any better than that, and carrying his two friends back to the ballroom while ignoring the argument that went on in both of his arms. Lance let out a deep sigh, turning to look at Gambit instead.

“By extend, take my apology as well. I’m surrounded by a gaggle of idiots as you can tell; unfortunately, they’re my gaggle of idiots, and I do care a lot about all three of them. I’m willing to not take Pietro’s overblown words that this was the actual attack start to a new feud between us, if you’re willing to ignore his idiocy in making any problem twenty times worse by getting involved in shit he should keep his nose out of. We good?”

While he was with the Xmen longer than her and could technically overrule whatever her feelings on the matter were for the sake of keeping peace, Gambit very lightly tapped one of the hands that were still clinging to his arm with his free hand; silently asking for her input on the request and feeling her ever so slightly nod against his shoulder in reply. It was good enough for him.

“Oui, mon ami. No hard feelings on either side. The throes and woes of family, even when chosen, hm?”

“Oh, don’t get me started. See you around sometimes, if luck will have it,”  and with that, Lance casually gestured a goodbye, before following his self-labelled gaggle of idiots to the ballroom to hopefully keep them out of any more trouble. The silence that returned to the place was only slightly interrupted by the whirring of the now functioning AC unit, with Forge emerging from the room long after he was done as he had betted on all of this mostly sorting itself out and to not get involved further unless he had to.

“I’m going to check if that did the trick, if not, I’ll be back,” he simply said before also vanishing in the direction of the ballroom, leaving Gambit and Drifting as the only two still there. Her sigh inevitably broke the awkward silence as she faceplanted into the back of his shoulder

“Wow. And I thought our set up was messy. Leave it to the… what’re they called?”

“Brotherhood.”

“Brotherhood, to show me the found family can be even more chaotic and on each other’s ass than whatever the fuck was happening between us back there.”

Gambit couldn’t help but let out an amused huff before responding; “Mh. ‘S the one thing they got the X-men beat at. Chaos. By but a slight margin, but still.”

“… I’m sorry, Remy. I was acting like a bitch because this whole night tossed me in seven different directions all together and didn’t once go in any way I wanted, and I was taking it out on you. That was uncalled for.”

“Same here, Miranda. I’m sorry, too. I just fueled the fire to whatever you were throwing my way because my night has been just as bad of a gamble, honestly, but it wasn’t fair that I started fighting with you about it.”

She finally emerged, standing at his side instead of hiding behind him, both looking off in the way everyone else had disappeared as she inhaled and exhaled deeply.

“Well. That took, what, seventy percent of my social battery for the rest of the evening? Jesus Christ, that Pietro guy really doesn’t shut up, ever, does he?”

“Be glad I showed up when I did, that social vampire would’ve drained all of your introverted social battery otherwise.”

“I am. Glad you showed up when you did, I mean. I would’ve started calling for you had you taken any longer; he wouldn’t get out of my face.”

“And you trust Gambit would’ve shown up the moment you started calling for his help, hm?”

“Yeah. I know you’ve got my back, even when we get into fucking stupid arguments over practically nothing. For what it’s worth, I’d do the same for you, if you ever need me.”

“Really now? Promise like that ‘s worth more than you’d think.”

Green eyes met red ones in a quiet understanding with a hint of amusements to both parties. Miranda slowly stuck out her arm, reaching her hand towards him and merely holding her pinky finger out to him; unmoving. He blinked, rolled his eyes, before hooking his around hers in silent acceptance before he spoke up

“A pinky promise, really?”

“They’re binding. Not like you’d sign any legal document I’d shove in your face anyway.”

“Eh, fair.”

She let go, and so did he, watching as she walked in- the actual opposite way of the ballroom. He blinked, tilting his head a little before taking a few steps after her. She must’ve heard, because she turned back to him.

“I’m going to find the one you claim ‘owes’ me a dance, Gambit. I don’t need you to trail after me for that.”

“Great, mon ami, but the dance floor is that way,” he remarked, pointing over his shoulder and raising his eyebrows as she gave him a mysterious smile that didn’t actually gave anything away.

“And you think I’ll find him in the room that nearly boiled him alive like a lobster in a seafood restaurant? Please, Remy, surely you know better than that. Don’t worry about me, he’s easy to find.”

“Easy? Out there, in the dead of night? No he’s not.”

“He is, if you know what you’re looking for.”

“… Don’t be going ‘nd getting lost in a set of glowing yellow eyes as they light up the night sky, now. That’s how you end up in a fae story if you’re not careful.”

“Oh, so you do know the strategy as well; anyway, don’t you have someone else’s dance to worry about instead of mine?”

That was a fair point; it was probably better if he worried about actually talking to Shadow for a minute, having spent the whole night trying to avoid her was not that great of a look on him if he wanted her to believe he cared for her. That whole situation was still complicated, sure, but at this point he was at risk of ruining his own evening completely by focusing all of his energy in every other place he could think of but his own life. As he watched Miranda leave through one of the doors back into the garden, he looked at the direction of the ballroom and went that way instead.

Shadow had seemingly picked her conversation right back up from where it had left off with Forge, but he excused himself as soon as Gambit appeared and approached, to which she turned back around to face him.

“Oh, hey! Forge told me you helped out with the machinery; good job, it’s finally starting to feel like a normal room.”

“Did he now?” Gambit muttered, looking over her at Forge as the other man did not turn around, instead mingling with another group of mutants and chatting with them. Gambits eyes slowly looked back at Shadow, who yawned a little.

“Shame all of this took so long; I’d already had my fill for most of the evening, so I’ll probably turn in for the night-“

“Don’t mean to interrupt you, mon ombre,” he said softly, looking her in the eyes and genuinely not realizing how much she got lost in his as soon as he addressed her, “but will you dance with me? Just once, before you retreat upstairs for the night?”

“Well, Remy, you’re well aware I don’t know how to dance.”

“Nor will you ever if you keep rejecting every chance to try. Shadow. … Please?”

“… You know what, sure, if you promise to not laugh when I make a fool of myself or step on your toes.” “I would never do that to you, chère.” The cold of the night was as unforgiving as before; while Miranda still made her way through the cold the parts of her exposed immediately showed their dismay by turning into angry goosebumps all over her. At some point she halted, rubbing her arms to get some of the warmth back when she heard a soft 'poof' next to her. A warm jacket was near immediately wrapped around her, as someone gently held onto her arms.

"You'll freeze out here, Süßer," he whispered to her, "clearly you're not meant for either extreme."

The warm tone of his voice made a shiver run down her spine; something she would definitely explain away as just being a reaction to the cold if he asked about it. Miranda turned around to face him, looking him over once before meeting his eyes.

"Aren't you cold?"

"Nein; perks of having fur. This still feels like a pleasant evening to me."

"... They fixed the AC."

"Oh? Great. Want to go inside, then?"

It should've been an easy yes. The easiest yes of her life. But Miranda found herself looking over her shoulder at the mansion behind them, the glass doors to the ballroom showing the party going on inside. There were so many people now in there enjoying the evening as the atmosphere being fixed had fixed everyone's mood as well. There were.. so many...

"... I'm exhausted," she muttered, before looking back at him. Standing out here with him in the quiet night, the only think audible the distant music from the room and the slight chirping of crickets was far more suited to her drained energy than the dance floor, "I'm sorry. I was hoping you'd show me the waltz you say you have to your skillset but.. I guess I'm taking a raincheck on that, after all. I.... I don't know. Maybe I'm better off calling it a night all together. I'll.. see you tomorrow at breakfast." She turned around and took a few steps away, before a very familiar tail gently curled around her waist and lightly pulled her back in a slight twirl so she was facing him again

"I'll let you go if you really don't want to be here, but if you don't want us to get caught like you say you don't, you can't be running off with my jacket. Besides, do you really want to turn in for the night?" His hand brushed over her skin as he softly placed it on her cheek, enough contact to warm her skin where the jacket couldn't protect her from the cold air. She shivered a little, placing a gloved hand over his to hold him in place, "or are you just tired of the people in there and need some reprieve from everyone?"

"..... I ran into Pietro Maximoff."

"Ach, yikes. How'd that go?"

"About as well as you think. I hope he's doing something with the energy he drained from me; it's not like I needed that or anything."

The soft sound of his laugh would never not warm her heart as Miranda granted herself another moment to think about it. There was still some energy to her left, enough for one dance she figured; as long as she didn't have to deal with conversational background noise or clusters of eyes watching her every move. The only eyes she actually wanted to see were- Her gaze got caught up in his, the swirling hues of yellow and amber reminding her of a fireplace's soft glow: just as warm and inviting. She felt his hand trail down her neck and over the curve of her shoulder, not stopping him for a moment as he went down her arm only to take her hand and pressing a soft kiss to the glove that covered it.

"You can go if you wish. But if you decide to stay.... will you dance with me?"

"What, out here?"

"You can hear the music too. Maybe not as well as I can, but... no one said we're only allowed to use the dancefloor."

".... Fair point. I... Yes. I do want to dance with you. I think I have enough energy to spare for that"

"Then follow my lead, okay?" he said as he gently adjusted her hold on him to the proper way while holding her as she tried to not think too much about his hand against the curve of her back. Guided by the slow and somewhat distant beat of the music they both heard coming from within the mansion, he showed her exactly what he had been saying was true- he knew how to do this properly.

As soon as the music track ended, so did their dance, the soft rustling of her skirts as they swayed along to her movement coming to a halt, and for a moment they just stood there, chest to chest close as if they were meant to share their heartbeats like that. The silence interrupted by the next track played snapped them out of whatever trance they were in, as Miranda took a small step back.

"... Thank you for that. I think I can safely say that saved my whole night."

"As it did mine." He let go of her, but found himself ever so lightly rolling his eyes as she still tried to leave while pretty much confiscating the-

"Miranda. You're still trying to leave with my jacket. You really don't have the thievery skill needed to pull that off."

"It's warm. and comfy. Surely they'll forgive me from borrowing a jacket from a-"

"Friend? I think that excuse isn't bought by anyone anymore; no matter who it’s applied to at this point," keen eyes scanned the outline of the building as he walked over to Miranda, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder before whisking them both off to a side door that he immediately pushed open so she could enter. She did, but lingered in the doorway as she returned the jacket to him.

"You coming as well?"

"Mh, I think I'm staying outside for a little bit longer, I had the great luck and foresight to pick a bedroom without an AC unit. Actually, I might go to the ballroom and talk to some people I haven't seen in a while. If Pietro is poking around, Lance should be here too, and I've hadn't had the chance to have a debate of faith in a while."

"He's Christian?"

"Greek Orthodox. No longer practicing, but his ideas and insights still are fascinating."

"Right. Don't have too much fun; try not to start a new feud like I almost managed to accomplish."

"Well, that's a story I'd love to hear sometimes," and with that he pressed a light, quick kiss to her cheek, "goodnight, Miranda. Before I go; need any help with that dress?"

"I'll be fine, I'll have it off in no time."

He had no reason to not believe her, so she watched him walk off in the direction of the ballroom before mentally kicking herself. The fuck did she mean, she'd have it off in no time?! Shadow specifically told her that she would need assistance with it, so why hadn't she- She was suddenly aware of how her arms rested over her chest as they clutched on a little tighter, cheeks burning as the implication of asking that of someone she was into suddenly clicked.

She knew on some level that she could trust Kurt to just help her, but the sinking pit in her stomach worsened as her mind repeated at her that asking that of the guy she had complicated feelings for, came with implications and expectations of the way the night would turn that she didn't want. She was better off asking literally anyone else, or so her mind insisted. Or just do it herself. Somehow.

Clambering up the stairs to get to her room didn't really help her mind in bringing up someone she could ask as she didn't really feel much for interrupting anyone's night. Surely Shadow's insistence that she would need help was exaggerated, right?

'No, no it was not,' the muscles in her shoulders loudly complained as she was trying to contort them in ways they didn't agree to in order to get to the ribbons on her lower back, to the point where she actually verbalized an 'ow' when the muscles rebelled in a pang of actual pain. Okay, she did need someone's help; she didn't have the grace or the flexibility to pull this off, she wasn't an acr- Shaking off the thought immediately, Miranda went back out of her room to try and find someone who could reasonably get her out of this contraption. She didn't need flexibility, per se, just someone with steady hands. And her eyes fell on someone else lingering around the corridor as sleep hadn't gotten its claws into him yet.

"Gambit? Can I borrow you for a minute?"

[strangenerdwagongarden]

The really funny part is the chaos of the potential misunderstandings and miscommunication that would then ensue especially if wanda didn't intend to keep things secret so she doesnt realize that her team doesnt know and if she doesnt really get the chance to explain everything all at once. Like Im imagining the Avengers don't even know that wanda isn't actually staying at the avengers compound right because they all have their own places and are off doing their own thing. Clint's back on the farm with his wife and kids and is semi retired natasha is splitting her time between her own apartment or wherever and spending time with melina, alexi, and yelana plus dealing with all the former black widows and stamping out any remnants of the red room tony is running si and spending time with pepper, Morgan, and Peter etc... none of them really use the compound as anything more than a headquarters for missions and a place to hang out or crash when a mission runs long and they don't realize that wanda isn't actually staying there either not until they're needing a place to lay low and wanda without thinking just goes why don't we go back to my house and since I ship agatha/rio/wanda we have wanda just casually mention that "it might be a bit crowded with my wives and kids home but they won't mind and nobody will look for us there" and everybody else is confused because what is she talking about ? what does she mean her kids?! What does she mean wives?!?! Just them being totally confused because when did wanda have kids? and why didn't she mention them? but also... when did she get married? and if she hasn't come out yet, they're just like, since when was she gay? and did she just say wives?! and this is before they even get to Westview and meet everybody so wanda is realizing just how little they know and decides to just take them home with her and give them the rundown when they get there except the avengers don't know about nicky or how the twins came to be and about all the rapid ageing and reincarnating into other bodies and all that so after the avengers calm down a bit they start figuring okay so wanda started seeing somebody or maybe had a one night stand in the last few years while they weren't around and didn't tell them she got pregnant and had a baby till now so they are expecting little kids if not toddlers until they get to Westview and are met with two teenagers which considering wanda is in her late 20's-mid 30's I think and the twins look like they're in their late teens which has them all doing the math in their heads trying to calculate how old wanda would've been when she had them. Just the thought of wanda happily introducing her kids to her friends as they are all mentaly spiraling into protective older sibling mode thinking that wanda was a teen parent which only gets worse when they recal that wanda was with hydra meanwhile wanda is oblivious and is just glad that the people she loves are all meeting each other. And imagine if the kaplans show up before wanda can explain but she still introduces them as Billy's other parents so now the avengers are looking at Jeff assuming he's wandas ex and the twins bio dad (which I guess is technically true for Billy seeing as the body is still Williams) and are fully ready to fight him thinking that he abandoned a teenage wanda while she was pregnant with the twins. I also think it would be hilarious if the Avengers meet agatha and rio and find out that rio is Lady Death and wanda gets her own. "What can I say? I like the bad boys" moment.

Or, Alternatively, wanda is purposefully hiding the kids and everybody else from the Avengers but is failing. Badly.

Like just imagine the team is in a meeting discussing an upcoming mission or something and wandas phone is going off and it's either agatha or rio or one of the kids calling because they miss her and want to know when she coming home or maybe there's some magic based emergency back home and they need help or maybe it's one of the kids schools calling because one of the kids is sick and needs to be picked up just something like that and wanda doesnt want the others to hear so she tries to casually excuse herself but she's not a very good liar so now everybody is suspicious that she's hiding something.

Or the avengers start noticing that she's skipping hanging out with them a lot lately like tony invites the rest of the team out to eat or to watch a movie or whatever but wanda has to be back in jersey because it's her week with Billy and she needs to pick him up from the kaplans so she's just all like "oh I can't I have plans" and just leaves so now the rest of the team is just like what the heck is that about?

And this just keeps going on little moments like these adding up making the rest of the team aware she's keeping a secret but they don't know what it is until something happens where wanda gets caught like maybe nicky shows up because he missed wanda or maybe Billy gets sick or hurt and Rebecca shows up with him while panicking because she isn't sure what to do like if it's something she can get away with taking him to a normal hospital for or not or the avengers are really in a bind and wanda has to call in agatha or rio to help or maybe something happens where the twins end up exposing their powers so the avengers are tasked with finding them or there's some big battle where the twins show up to help and the avengers are confused as too who these random teenagers are or why wanda is being so protective and tearing into them about putting themselves in danger until one of them ends up accidentally calling wanda mom in earshot of the team

So I'm a big fan of the mcu I fell a bit behind and have been trying to get caught up on the new shows and movies recently I just binge watched wandavision and agatha all along and I came up with a funny au where the avengers are successful in defeating Thanos and everybody lives nobody dies so like Steve doesn't stay back to be with Peggy and him tony and nat and all the rest of the avengers are still kicking around and it's like all the typical the avengers are a found family fics except the events of wandavision and aaa still happen but wanda doesnt die in mom and lilia alice and mrs davis are still alive and now wanda is pulling a Clint hiding her secret family from the rest of the team. Like I'm picturing it's a few months to a few years after aaa and wanda is back in Westview trying to make amends with everybody she's got Tommy back and she basicly has split custody of Billy with the Kaplans she's learning magic from agatha and the rest of the coven and her and Billy are even able to resurrect nicky like everything's good the world's at peace and the avengers are still doing minor missions here and there but for the most part they are each happy doing their own thing until just like in aou the team needs to hide from the latest big bad and wanda decides to take them back to Westview and the rest of the avengers are just shocked to meet the twins and everybody else

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Ras creates an evil clone of Tim Drake for whatever reason and after he trains it it runs off and none of his assasins can find him.

Ras isn't too concerned because he specifically made this clone in a way that it would start to fall apart after three years and he fully expected the clone to come crawling back when that happened.

Except, the clone never came back. If fact no one heard anything from or about him since he ran into this forest three years ago and never left. His men searched that forest countless times and deployed his greatest trackers. They all said the same thing, his trail stops dead in a small grotto. There was no where he could have gone.

Its like he just vanished.

The evil clone turned out to have stumbled apon a natural portal and decided he was screwed if he stayed so why not take a chance. He could probably fight his way out of hell. Probably. The angry swarm of Assasins after him was probably going to be its own form of hell anyway, so why not. He jumped through.

The other side of the portal was not hell, thankfully. It was a small city in Illinois...for some reason. He began to patrol the city in his altered Red Robin Costume, looking for the basic necessities when he stumbles across Phantom who was in the middle of finally being captured by the Fenton parents.

Danny could do nothing as his parents were quickly killed in front of him. When he was freed from his restraints he didn't attack the other teen, he didn't get angry or yell. He cried and thanked him then cried harder.

The clone really didn't know what to do in this situation and just awkwardly comforted the ghost. Danny dragged this guy home when he found out he didn't have a place to stay. Clone Tim was planning on using the hero for a while before bouncing but all this plans changed when he saw what Phantom could do. That kind of power would be owned and controlled by someone eventually, whether it be the League of Assasins or the Justice League it was all the same. So why not him?

Danny was easy to manipulate, his sister not so much. Once he started pointing out that he was protecting Danny from people who would hurt him she became swayed.

He disliked Sam. She reminded him too much of Jason and Damian, or more accurately, a fusion of the two. The horror.

He genuinely liked Tucker, he was carefree and true to himself. Plus who was he to turn down an assistant for creating tech. He had discovered he was no longer in his own universe and the JL and LOA didn't exist here.

Tim Drake didn't exist here.

He was free.

The clone almost cried. He was Tim here. The real Tim. The only Tim. No one to prove he's better than. No one to the "the evil clone" of. Just Tim.

He was going to make the universe regret that. Starting by dating the ridiculously cute and over-powered boy that he most definitely is not in love with. No siree its just him using someone. His heart definitely isn't pounding in his chest right now as he asks him out. Nope. He definitely isn't super giddy when he says yes and kisses him. Haha that only something someone in love would do.

.

.

.

Crap.

-meanwhile in Batmans universe-

Ras casually explains he created an evil clone of Tim and its out there somewhere and its failsafe has somehow been destroyed. (Thank you Danny)

Tim freaks out and the batfam investigate. They do eventually open a portal into Amity Park where Evil Tim immediately tells them to frick off. So much chaos ensues

[twisted-wonderland-shenanigans]

Monster au but mini Yuu accidentally picks up a cuss word and hilarity ensues

Hoo boy, this can either be like that “gasp!” meme or Yuu just so happens to be nearby when someone oh so casually bellows out a curse word after getting their tail stomped on. Either way, it’s bound to be chaos for sure! XD

Warning: Mini!Yuu drops the f-word and the first years hear boss music 😂

The first ones who heard mini!Yuu curse was—no surprise—the first years. As soon as they heard what clearly sounded like the word “dammit”, they immediately began to panic as they tried to figure out how the toddler picked up that word.

Cue flashbacks:

Ace got collared by Riddle again for breaking a rule, the lock getting caught on something and causing him to get stuck in an awkward position. He cursed.

Deuce turning too fast and slamming his haunch against a cabinet, knocking it over and spilling all the contents on the floor. He cursed.

Jack getting trapped in a hole Ruggie dug up for Leona and spilling his books everywhere. He cursed.

Epel trying to pluck out his eyebrows under Vil’s guidance before trying the wax. He cursed (loudly) and got scolded by the unicorn.

Sebek after a student ran into him and destroyed the gift he had bought for Malleus. Cursed up a royal storm!

With growing dread, each of the freshmen realized that Yuu had been present each time they’d said the word. Now it was a race against time to get Yuu to never say it again before returning them to the professors for the evening. How were they going to do that? Simple:

By recreating the situations that caused them to curse in the first place!

“…this isn’t going to work,” Jack said with a frown.

“You got any better ideas?” Ace asked.

“Why don’t we just explain to them that it’s a bad word and they shouldn’t say it?” Jack pressed.

Despite his best efforts, the others went ahead with the plan and he reluctantly followed suit.

Cater and Trey were confused when they witnessed Ace break several rules in a row, and the moment Riddle collared him he ran off. They later found him getting the collar stuck on something, his rabbit legs scrabbling at the ground as he tried to free himself while Yuu was sitting nearby. Growing frustrated, he opened his mouth to shout, “Daaa-!!...da-da-daaaa-da-da-daa~!” Somehow, he managed to roll into a sing-song voice, a strained smile on his face while Yuu watched him in confusion.

They were even more confused when Deuce seemingly knocked over another cabinet on purpose, saying loudly, “Daaaa…rn it, what a mess! I better clean it up!...gh! Wait! Yuu, no! Stay there, don’t move! There’s glass fragments on the ground!”

Trey and Cater looked at each other in confusion. What was going on with these two?

/

“…ah…Jack? What’re you doin’ down there?” Ruggie asked, peering into the large hole.

“…I…fell in,” he said, clearly looking embarrassed.

“You fell in…”

“Yes…”

“Inside the hole you dug.”

“…yes…”

"...o...kay..." Glancing up, Ruggie picked up Yuu and held them close as he said, "Hey, lil' bugaboo. You watching your big brother acting weird today?"

"Heehee...JackJack is so funny!" Yuu said, the toddler smiling happily.

"Well, let's get you a lil' snack then!"

"Yay~!"

Jack heaved a heavy sigh, uttering, "I told them this wasn't a good idea..."

/

"...Epel...what in the world are you doing?"

"...um...maintaining my beauty regiment?"

Vil and Rook glanced at each other with raised eyebrows before staring at Epel, who had a few strips of cloth sticking to his eyebrows. Then, Vil said, "And you're waxing your eyebrows...again...when we did it just the other day...why?"

With a cute smile, Epel said, "Because I...noticed a few hairs still there! So I wanted to make sure I got them all."

"Then why not use a pair of tweezers?"

"...efficiency?"

"And Yuu is here...why exactly?"

"...uh...teaching them good habits?"

Vil's gaze turned stern, Epel's ears lowering as he tried to maintain his now wavering smile while Yuu looked between the two. Their eyes then turned to focus on the cloth on Epel's forehead, and--remembering what Rook told them about being quick when it comes to hunting--their tiny hand reached up, grabbed the tape, and--

"YEEEEOW!!!!!" Epel shrieked. "DAAAAA--hat's okay! I needed that. Thank you, Yuu~!"

While Yuu giggled happily, Vil and Rook were sharing a confused look with one another.

/

"Okay, what's going on here?"

"Um...what are you talking about?"

"Don't lie to me, Ace. You five have been acting strange all day."

"I don't know what you're talking about, right guys?"

The first years were smiling nervously as their seniors stared them down, several with their arms crossed over their chests while others looked curious or quietly furious. It was Lilia who spoke as he said, "Oh come now, you truely didn't think we wouldn't notice unusual behavior from the very students in our dorms? After all, it's not every day that Sebek sings 'dashing through the snow' instead of bellowing when angry."

Sebek's face flushed as the other freshmen stared at him.

"Just spill it: what's got you guys freaking out so much?" Ruggie asked.

No one wanted to answer, each one mumbling under their breath and avoiding everyone's gaze. Then, Yuu toddled over to Ruggie and said, "Dannut!" while reaching up to him, the first years gasping in horror.

"I-It's not what it looks like!" Epel tried to say.

"It was Deuce's fault!" Ace shouted.

"My fault?! You said it in front of them too!"

"Don't go throwing blame around, Ace!"

"As if you're one to talk, Jack! You cursed too!"

"It was an accident!" Epel said frantically. "We've been trying all day to get them to not say that word--honest!"

"I'm ashamed! My pride has corrupted the small human's innocence! Forgive me!"

Among the ruckus of the first years, they were eventually silenced by a stern look from Vil and Lilia, heads bowed in shame. Then...Ruggie pulled out a doughnut from the box he'd been carrying and held it up to Yuu. "This whatcha want, bugaboo?" he asked.

"Dannut! Dannut!" Yuu said, a beaming grin on their face as they reached up with grabby hands.

"Well first, ya gotta say it right: it's donut," he told them, kneeling down so he was eye to eye with them. "Can you say 'donut'?"

"Doh...nut...donut!" Yuu said.

"Shishishishi~! There we go! You've earned it, kiddo," Ruggie said, snickering as Yuu took the pastry and toddled off with their prize. Standing up, he said, "Let me guess: you guys thought that Yuu was saying the word 'dammit' and thought to try and teach them a different word, right?"

"Uh...y-yeah," Deuce uttered. "How did you...know that it wasn't a curse word they'd said?"

"Oh please, it was easy to tell what they wanted. You just gotta pay attention to what the kid says and narrow it down. Compared to talking to animals, it's a piece of cake!"

On hearing this, the first years heaved a sigh of relief. "Don't think you're out of the woods yet," Trey said, his smile--though playful--holding a dangerous look as he stared at them. "You all are going to watch what you say around Yuu from now on...right?"

They gulped, none of them liking the looks their respective dorm and vice dorm leaders were giving them. "Y...yes sir..."

Meanwhile, Yuu was happily skipping around with their donut half-finished--before they tripped and fell, dropping their donut. Their little face contorted into a look of anger and frustration as--in the loudest voice they could--they shouted, "Fuck!"

Multiple pairs of eyes went wide, and in an instant all five of the freshmen could swear they heard boss music playing as the others stared at them intently. Then, pointing at each other, they shouted, "He said it!!!!"

[mrvlbimbo]

A Series of Nights pt 3

Night three (Steve finds out)

Pt 2

“Ohmygod, we slept together,” she gasped out, scrambling up from her position and grabbing his shoulders excitedly. 

“I think I’d remember that,” he chuckled, not sure what she was getting at. His foul mood was nowhere to be seen that morning, which was a nice change of pace. 

“No dumbass, we slept. Like for the first time in a month I got a decent night's rest,” she explained, shaking his shoulders. Her eyes were lit up with excitement and he couldn’t help but laugh again. 

AKA

partners awkwardly share a bed because its the only way for them to make the nightmares go away, chaos ensues

The following weeks were characterized by success, both in DEA business and outside of work. The three partners had become quick friends and they were able to appreciate the government’s assault on the narcos while sipping down beers and filing meaningless paperwork. 

Things were going well with Murphy and his wife finally getting settled into the new country and Javier and his other partner were practically roommates at this point. The whole ordeal was odd, but it let them to rest so they didn’t dig any deeper. 

Things were going great, until they weren’t. The guy responsible for the government’s involvement was Rodrigo Lara. Everyone knew he couldn’t stay in the country long because the narcos were after him. And as they anticipated, he was killed the day he was set to leave the country. 

It shocked the DEA agents. Not because they were surprised, but it ripped the sense of progress and stability they had felt previously right out from under their feet. 

The nights had been good for the past few weeks. Casually and wordlessly sneaking into each other's beds and waking to find the other gone before morning. But things were different the night after assassination.  

Neither of them had the nerve to cross the perimeter of the door to their own apartment and step out into the world after what had happened. So they both paced the living areas of their respective homes. Hours ticked by and their resolve faded, wanting the company but not knowing what there possibly could be left to say. 

Javier was the first to break, hastily stepping out of his apartment without bothering to put a shirt on or fix his hand tousled hair. He didn’t knock because he didn’t have to, the door swung open as soon as he was in front of it. 

“I can’t sleep,” he commented, leaning on the door frame awkwardly as he waited to be let in. 

“Yeah. I know,” she replied quickly, ushering him inside and leading him to the couch. 

He sat down, acutely aware that her soft touch had not left him. Her hand was now gliding over his arm and shoulder in a comforting wave. “It’s Steve’s fault,” he muttered, referring to the assassination. 

“That doesn’t make it any easier though?” she questioned but it was clearly rhetorical. She knew for a fact that it didn't matter who he blamed, the loss would still eat at his soul. 

He groaned in frustration and leaned into her, letting her arms wrap around his shoulders. “I can’t sleep. I just don’t want to be alone I guess,” 

“Why didn’t you call one of your lady friends?” she asked, it was an invasive question but it was genuine. His reputation for late night meetings with hookers wasn’t a secret by any means. And there was a comfort they could provide that she wasn’t inclined to give away so easily. 

“You’re my friend and you’re a lady so by that logic, I did call one of my lady friends,” he replied, a sly smirk on his face adding to his playful nature. 

She tried to ignore the implication of what he had just said.“So what do you want?” she continued with a sigh, bringing the conversation back to why exactly he showed up at her apartment now of all times. 

“Can we just lay down?” he pleaded, her soft gaze breaking his hesitancy down to nothing at last. 

She laid back onto the couch and offered her open arms to him. He crawled between her legs and rested his head on her stomach, wrapping his arms around her waist. 

She carded a hand through his hair and hummed softly. “Don’t go soft on me, Peña,” she teased, tugging at the roots of his hair to get his attention. 

“Too late,” he grumbled with a weak laugh, nuzzling his head into her shirt with a dopey grin on his face. 

After an unspecified amount of hours of whispered jokes and incoherent mumbling, they both fell asleep for the most part. Javier, being a more sound sleeper, managed not to wake to their disheveled partner barging through the door with a gun.  

“Javi isn’t in his apartment,” Steve spoke breathlessly, as he rushed through the door. 

“Shhh,” she whispered harshly, waving her finger around and motioning to the sound asleep man. 

“Oh,” Steve gasped dumbfounded. His expression said it all. The fear in his eyes instantly resided and was replaced with a look of almost confusion. He knew what he was seeing but he wasn’t sure what any of it meant. His look of confusion quickly morphed into a smirk, raising his brows at the two agents tangled in each other's limbs. 

“Be quiet,” she hissed, eyes widening when the other man stirred. 

His arms around her waist tightened and he tilted his head up and opened his eyes to meet hers. “Morning,” he rasped, pushing himself up so he was hovering over her. 

“Uhm we have company,” she squeaked, pushing him off of her and scrambling to the far edge of the couch. 

“Hi partners. Seems like you two had a good night. I’ll get out of your hair. Sorry,” he drawled apologetically before rushing back out of the apartment as quick as he came. 

“Murphy. Sit your ass down,” Javier yelled after him. 

He reluctantly came back and sat on the chair next to the couch. “Nothing to talk about really. I’m not gonna tell on ya’,” he assured, awkwardly scratching the back of his head. 

“We’re sleeping together,” Javier offered, before leaving the room with a laugh. He reveled in the way his female partner tensed up and whipped her head around to yell at him. 

“No we’re not, don’t tell him that. You’re not funny!” she shouted, having half the mind to chase him down and slap him. But she decided against it since Steve was waiting patiently for an explanation to what he had seen. “I haven’t been able to sleep since I got this assignment, Murphy. I know it’s weird but it works,” she continued.  

“So you’re doing it? It’s really no big deal,” he rambled, wanting to get out of the tense situation as soon as possible. 

“No we’re not doing it,” she snapped, an exasperated sigh leaving her lips as she rubbed a hand over her face. Sure, they would laugh about this later, but right now she was running high on adrenaline. Fear that she would be found out, and her actions would be twisted into something they weren't. For Javier it would be an accomplishment, but for her it would mean disgrace around the office. Even when nothing had happened, she would never be able to escape the rumor. 

“You don’t have to sound so disgusted,” Javier added, appearing from the doorway to the hall. The two of them were silent, waiting for him to speak again since he was the one who interrupted. “I borrowed your toothbrush by the way,” he finished, striding over to the couch to sit back down next to her. He reluctantly left plenty of space due to the current allegations they were facing. 

“I like to keep my bed warm, what can I say,” she joked, trying to offer an explanation but getting caught up and saying something else that sounded like an innuendo. 

Javier laughed at that comment, clapping a hand on Steve’s back and muttering, “Really it’s nothing. I get nightmares and it’s nice to not be alone at night.”

Steve squinted skeptically, looking them both over to discern any signs they were lying. Once he was satisfied he left, still highly confused about the whole thing but more focused on getting on with his day. 

As soon as Steve was out the door the other man took it as his cue to start chuckling. She was having none of his nonsense and decided to launch a throw pillow at him. It hit him square in the face and although it didn’t hurt it certainly caught him off guard. In retaliation he grabbed the same pillow and hit her over the head with it, grinning as she glared up at him. 

“Leave,” she growled, poking him in the chest and putting a good bit of force behind her finger to get the point across. 

He put his hands up in surrender and sauntered out of the apartment. “See you at work,” he said before closing the door. 

She couldn’t help the full faced smile that she gave at his silly antics. That was another thing she brushed off and tried to forget about as she got ready for work.

Pt 4

[imatiredtheme]

First Tumblr story post let's go.

Some context: This can be seen as an x reader fic, or a stand-alone. Sleepy-chan refers to both the reader and a vtubersona, so you can read it as you like! Background lore for Sleepy-chan; they were a small vtuber, but then was falsely accused of something which lead to their graduation, as well as some disorders like insomnia. They also had to physically move to get away from the toxicity, which is when they met Yugo. He hadn't debuted yet, then they got together and he debuted. Now they sometimes come into his stream if they're having trouble sleeping because Yugo helps a lot with their insomnia.

Set during the Luxiem v. Noctyx collab. Yugo had to step away for a moment, but Sleepy-chan didn't want anything to happen so they took over and proceeded to kick everyone's ass.

Chaos ensued, which leads into this!

*----*

Join one call.

Sleepy-chan typed to the world chat as Yugo pulled up a second chair to sit by them. Both sides would most definitely want an explanation of how Yugo went from a relatively new player to an absolute pro in the span of a few seconds. Noctyx likely already had figured it out, but they'd tried to stay out of the spotlight, for the most part, this was Yugo's channel, they didn't want to take focus away from that. Thus why almost none of the other Nijisanji members hadn't met them yet.

"I didn't know you played Valorant." Yugo commented once he sat down. Sleepy-chan stiffened a little, shrugging casually to hide their growing anxiety.

"I have experience." They simply said, not wanting to dive any further. Games like Valorant were their way of releasing all the pent-up stress from... Back then.

Why r u still here? Hurry up and graduate.

They spotted the comment in their chat, freezing for a moment.

It's okay. They don't know what they're talking about. They don't know. They thought while taking a calming breath. Moving to ban the user to prevent the pit in their stomach from growing. It's fine. Everything is fine.

They lightly shook their head, focusing on the present and not the comments from back then. Different place, different time, different person. Yugo took notice of their slightly bitter expression, before leaning over a softly kissing their cheek.

"They'll love you, I'm sure of it." He reassured, one arm hugging them gently. Sleepy-chan hummed, snuggling into his neck to chase off the sudden negative thoughts. All at once, the growing anxiety vanished, and they let out a pleasant sigh. At the beginning of their relationship, Yugo always flinched when they made physical contact, a side effect of growing up in a world controlled by androids. He did have someone there for him, unfortunately, that person left when he was still a young teen. Leaving him to figure out the rest on his own, with more and more restrictions coming each day.

Not that they were any better. But with enough time, patience, and affection, the both of them grew to welcome physical affection. Now, it was common for Yugo to suddenly hug them from behind, or for them to plop on his lab when they need a rest.

They let out a small smile as the others came onto the call.

"Somebody please explain what just happened." Ike was the first to speak up, sounding very tired.

"We got our asses kicked. That's what." Uki grunted a tad upset that he kept dying early on each round after the sudden shift in "Yugo's" behavior.

"Did Yugo hold back on us earlier? Or did he have an ace?" Sonny theorized thinking back to how easily they were beaten.

"OR he's been secretly practicing off-stream." Alban pouted, still a bit salty that he was the first to go.

"Or he has a secret roommate who's an absolute gamer?" Mysta offered, seeing as Yugo wasn't exactly the quiet type. They didn't speak a word while demolishing the mixed team.

"Don't look at me, I've got no clue either." Shu defended as Yugo went to unmute them.

"Yeah, I was just as surprised as you guys! I kept going "what the fuck"!" Vox exclaimed shortly after, one minute Yugo said he'd step away for a second, and when he comes back suddenly they were winning!

"It was pog," Luca chimed in. "But the no talking part was unpog."

"I have an idea..." Fulgur spoke up, being one of the few who had met them during the Getting Over It stream. Sonny interacted very briefly during one of Yugo's technical difficulties, but he must've thought they were just a friend.

"So..." Yugo started awkwardly and immediately a roar of voices sounded.

"Yugo, what the fuck was that?"

"Yo, did you pay someone?"

"Why did you always target me?!"

"POG!"

"I'm gonna get you back for this."

"Do you have a secret roommate?"

"Man's bamboozled all of us!"

"Yugo carried."

A small whine escaped Sleepy-chan's lips at the buzz of noise. Yugo quickly squeezed their hand for comfort just as Fulgur's voice shouted over all the others.

"Can everyone please shut the fuck up?!"

"You okay?" Yugo whispered as the cyborg spoke.

"I'm okay." They nodded as the other quieted down Fulgur let out a loud sigh.

"Okay," He began as Sleepy-chan looked over at the chat. Blue hearts and crescent moons flooded in, numerous messages of support causing a smile to form. How very different from their own chat way back when. "Yugo, I have a theory, but if you don't want to explain, you don't have to." A few voiced their displeasure at the suggestion, although understandable. They really hadn't planned on revealing themselves at all, but when the nightmares became too much, and they started losing hours of sleep, they had to do something. Yugo was the only one they felt safe with, the only one they truly trusted. While they did their best to not interrupt the stream itself, only trying to appear at the end, some night were worse than others. They still worried about derailing the stream each time they knocked on his office door.

They still remembered the backlash from the beginning, memories buried deep burned, they had feared Yugo could face the same treatment as they did. Forced to quit due to someone else. Or kicked out of Nijisanji for breaking contract, something that came far too close to happening. Yet, after he explained their situation, the exact opposite happened. Support came pouring in, people made assets for the two, even creating a model to use. The staff became aware of their insomnia and disorders and permitted them to appear due to the unique circumstance. Ironic that the fallout of their darker days now became part of the reason for their brighter ones.

They wondered when the lights were off, and Yugo had long gone to sleep, if this had been the reaction back then, would they still be streaming? Would they have listened?

"Well, if you're still okay with it." Yugo suddenly asked, bringing the fatigued individual out of their thoughts. Their eyes flickered to the screen, seeing the waiting members, the overwhelming support, and the encouraging smile.

If they'd had all this back then, how different would things be?

"Yeah, it's fine with me." They spoke up, loud enough for the discord to pick up, and with much more confidence than they had.

"Ayo, who was that?!" Alban shouted undoubtedly shocked at hearing their deeper voice.

"Who the fuck?" Uki blinked, trying to place a gender to the ambiguous voice.

"This is so pog!" Luca cheered, always ready to welcome someone new.

"Woah! Did that come from Yugo??" Vox exclaimed as his chat went wild with another deep-voiced member appearing.

"Holy shit..." Mysta muttered when they chuckled at the reactions. Their smooth, deep, and enchanting voice caused familiar reactions to the fox and his chat.

"Wait, is that the same one from back then?!" Sonny asked as he finally remembered the deep voice that had helped Yugo before.

"Okay, that explains a lot." Shu chuckled as he quickly pieced it all together. Ike only sighed at the revaluation, of course, Yugo had a pro gamer just laying around, because why not?

"I knew it!" Fulgur slightly cheered at his theory being correct. "That was Sleepy-chan, wasn't it?!" He quickly questioned as many of their chats also remembered the time when Yugo was revealed to have a significant other that often slept during his streams. A lot of people feared he'd be kicked off so early on but were both thankful and confused when he remained.

"Correct!" The one and only Sleepy-chan laughed once more as Yugo watched with a proud smile. "I've been waiting to meet you guys!"

"Introductions! Finally!" He cheered, bringing them close even though the others couldn't see. "This is my darlin', who we call Sleepy-Chan!" The Dj introduced while hugging them tightly, they giggled at his antics, nuzzling his head.

"Hi everyone!" They greeted, to which many returned. Yugo's smile only grew at the positive reception they received, the small part of him that worried the others wouldn't be so supportive vanished as they all laughed and complimented Sleepy-chan's skills.

"Yugo's in heat! He's in heat!" Alban cried as soon as he saw the chance to get some payback. "Someone google what to do!"

"Hey, I am not!" Yugo quickly denied in Japanese as the others burst out laughing.

"Oh, how the tables turn." Vox commented as the Phantom Thief and the Dj began to bicker.

"I didn't sign up for this..." Ike quietly lamented as the two energetic members went at each other while the others laughed.

Sleepy-chan looked at the discord server, seeing all the 10 names lighting up as the groups playfully bantered while chat egged them one. Then turning their gaze toward Yugo, watching as his slightly annoyed expression became tinted with amusement and joy. Taking a moment to bask in the pure bliss they felt when watching the interactions, they couldn't help but smile wide and laugh along.

If they had this kind of support back then, it was obvious that things would've been different. But, what had happened led them to meet Yugo, which lead to supporting him. Support grew to admiration, admiration grew to love, and love grew mutual. If someone had told Sleepy-Chan they would have all this during those times, they would've laughed at the irony of it all before blocking them. Now though, as they thought back to those times, it felt like a bad dream that lingered for too long.

A bad dream that vanished the moment they woke, embracing the new day in the arms of the man they loved.

*----*

All of them feel so OOC ;-;

Constructive criticism is welcome! This if a my first time posting something like this on Tumblr!!

How do I add read more-

*Bonus*

"When Yugo said he needed a bathroom break, I thought he'd be gone for longer," Vox commented as he remembered how the character faced down for a few seconds before the camera went back up. "Should've known something was up when he came back a few seconds later." The demon chuckled, the sleepy one had gotten them all good.

"I didn't want anything to happen while he was AFK so I kinda took over?" They admitted while shifted nervously, still feeling a bit guilty at taking over his stream for a short period. "Thankfully, I have some experience with the game."

"Some?!" Mysta echoed loudly as others laughed at the obvious understatement. "You kicked our asses!"

"To be fair, I did try to nerf myself with a no ult rule." They defended as Yugo laughed loudly at the indignant squeak that came after.

"That's my Sleepy-Chan!" He cheered loudly, pride clearly spilling into his voice.

[eddiessidegirl]

Hell Bent for Leather

Chapter 7

Masterlist: x

Summary: You’re just now learning about what your little brother has been up to over the years post earthquake, and that formerly thought to be dead people weren’t

Pairing: Eddie x Henderson!Reader

Reader is a plus size Female with female genitalia, she/her pronouns

Slight Vol 2 spoilers but this is a fix-it fic

Warnings: General 18+ warning as this is an 18+ blog, this chapter in particular is fairly fluffy with (if you squint) some angst

Chapter word count: 1711

This chapter has not been Beta read

A/N: I struggled with deciding to post this chapter since my engagement has been down. But I love this story so much. I didn’t want to let myself and anyone who is following along down.

MINORS DNI - 18+

Chaos ensued when the four of you returned to the cabin, Nancy and Max fretted over the state of your clothes, your hair not noticing how swollen your lips still were from earlier with Eddie. Steve was continuing to stare at the backs of yours and Eddie’s heads you knew he knew what happened but you also prayed he would let it be. Everyone else clambered around asking a multitude of questions that made your head spin.

Joyce on the other hand went straight into mom mode and ushered everyone inside, telling all the kids that their questions can wait until you were both clean. Eddie went to his room to change while you stood there shivering still covered in mud and wearing Eddie’s battle vest. You knew there wouldn’t be anything that fit you in Janes room so you didn’t ask her. Joyce must have realized you were uncomfortable and told Hop to go find you something.

He produced a T-shirt for his favourite beer company Schlitz, “I won it in a contest!” He told Joyce who had a very disapproved face, and a pair of pj bottoms that still looked new. You took them gratefully and followed Nancy who offered to help you clean your hair.

“Where did you go?” She asked you the second the door closed behind you and she had the faucet on. Before you could even answer the door swing open and Robin was shoving her way into the already cramped room. “Robin! Couldn’t you have at least knocked?!” Nancy chastised.

She mumbled something about emotional support and locked the door behind her sitting on the floor “it’s fine, Nance, really, I’m just grateful it’s you two with me and not anyone else. You told her, giving Robin a soft smile and gesturing for her to join you two in the de-leafing of your hair.

With the running water muffling you from everyone in the living room you explained that when you woke up to no one but Erica in the cabin you’d panicked and taken off. “I fell at one point and sat under a log when it really began to rain… it didn’t let up and I thought I’d be stuck there all night. I didn’t want you guys out on the lake when it was thundering but I couldn’t move very well with all the mud. Didn’t realize how far I’d run either or how late it was until it started to get dark.”

Robin assisted you out of your clothes which she put in a pile by the door. You slowly sat at the bottom of the tub and let the water rush over your body, Nancy took it upon herself to aid you in washing your hair but allowed you to wash your skin. Everything ached and mud had gotten into every crevice thanks to yours and Eddie’s extracurricular activities, a flush lit along your cheeks as it came to the forefront of your mind. Once the dirt and grime was out of your tendrils, Robin and Nancy began cleaning up the floor.

Out of the corner of your eye you saw Nancy reach over to grab the vest Eddie had given to you to wear but you shook your head, “No, please… leave it there,” until you were in the same room as him again this was your lifeline. “Y/N, it’s dirty I’m sure he’d want it to be washed…” eventually she relented and left it on the counter for you. “We’ll add it to the next load.” A soft smile across her lips.

“So, I understand some of the dirt and stuff, but why were both of you looking like Bog monsters?” Robin asked casually, her features showing every bit of her curiosity, you flushed harder “Wait…oh my god, Y/N, did you two…?” You head fell into your palms and you were grateful for the water because Robin let out a squeal that was deafening in the small room.

“Oh my god, Robin, please! Shhhh!” Embarrassment shaded your tone of voice, “could you be any louder?” A large smile spread across your friends face, “you totally did. I’d ask for details, but you know, men aren’t really my thing.” The three of you giggled for a bit, your soul feeling lighter and then when it was time for you to rinse off they left you alone, door cracked just ever so slightly so you didn’t feel claustrophobic in the bathroom. When you’d finished you slid into the pj pants and pulled the shirt over your head, grateful that Hopper hadn’t thrown out all his clothes from before he was stuck in the Russian prison.

Stepping out of the bathroom, vest in arms, the sound of the television and a few voices could be heard, it was late. Very late. Janes dad had driven the bulk of the kids home, only Dustin, Mike and Will remained. Joyce was seated in the recliner, Jane and Mike were sitting at the new counter hopper built sharing a bowl of popcorn, Dustin and Will on the floor discussing something you couldn’t quite catch. Wills mom waved you over to sit near her on the couch.

As you sat you pulled a pillow into your lap, feeling self conscious being in clothing that wasn’t yours “you doing ok hon? I know it can be overwhelming and then getting lost in the woods…” it was clear she was having flashbacks to when Will went missing, you felt horrid for doing to it her even if it was an accident. All you could do was nod, a lump caught in your throat.

After a few moments you turned to Joyce, her face still youthful but tired after so many horrors over the years, “I’m really sorry, I just freaked out and the first reaction I had was to go look for everyone. The older woman understood, she’d had done the same thing.

You inquired after Eddie, Dustin looked up at this moment, “Steve was driving Nancy and Robin home so he took Eddie with him to shower at his place then he’s bringing him back.” You nodded at your brother, thankful he didn’t press further. You turned your attention to the television, an episode of Cheers was on the sound was dull, but comforting. After a few moments you drifted off on the couch, Your arms holding Eddie’s vest in a vice grip. Joyce told the remaining kids to be as quiet as possible as she covered you up, ever the mother.

A dreamless sleep was had but that didn’t stop you from waking up in a cold sweat. Your movement caused the springs of the couch to creak. The room was slowly filling with light, morning was arriving. On the floor was Dustin, Mike and Will sleeping in sleeping bags across the kitchen, Joyce and Hopper were no where in sight, but you figured they were nearby. Janes bedroom was shut more or less, the door open a few inches. Eddies was wide open. Confused you made to get up and turned your head more than you had previously and that’s when you noticed him sprawled out in the recliner. His hair a birds nest, mouth wide open and making soft snores.

Gently you nudged his arm, pulling the piece of denim out from behind you where it had ended up, he awoke with a small start, his eyes wild with disorientation until they settled on you. He smiled, and the butterflies awoke in your tummy, “hey..” he whispered “hey to you too.” Quietly he got up, motioned for you to follow him and lead you to his room, his fingers searching for yours and when he found them he didn’t let go.

Once inside his room, you pushed the door until you hit the house limit, turning to face Eddie you held out the vest, which he promptly took and threw across the room. Before you could say anything, his long arms wrapped your body up into an embrace and held you close. Lips pressed against the top of your head, you took this opportunity to return the hug and burrowed your face in the crook of his neck.

He chuckled, “you prepared for the inquisition later today?” You shook your head, not looking up. “We still have a few hours before they wake up, let’s get some more sleep, princess.” Gently he pulled you to the bed and you paused. Confused, you could just sleep on the couch. Your head and body turned to the door “we’ll just sleep, promise.” Eddie soothed you, one hand on your back, and helped you get comfortable before sliding in beside you, pulling his comforter over the both of you. His arm slipped around your waist, pulling you close holding you by your stomach. Eddies body cupping yours acting like the big spoon. You eventually melted against his body, the closeness relaxing your muscles and your brain quietened. He pressed a soft kiss to the back of your neck.

“G’night sweetheart,” he muttered against your skin, already falling asleep, you followed suit soon after, whispering a soft “I love you” that you didn’t know if it would reach the depths of his mind as he slept as you drifted off. Your fingers locking with his that was holding your tummy. The line of questions could wait, right now all you wanted was to be here with Eddie, warm in his blankets and his arms.

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[shima-draws]

THIS IS SEVERAL DAYS (WEEKS?) LATE BUT I LOVE YOU ALL thanks for enabling me

-The AU begins with a casual city patrol. Izuku, Todoroki, Uraraka and Ojiro are teamed up. Things are seemingly normal until they accidentally bump into Shigaraki and Kurogiri—a completely unplanned encounter. Despite Kurogiri’s warnings, Shigaraki charges into battle against the students. Kurogiri jumps in to back him up by using his warps

-There’s a close call where Izuku’s about to get the jump on Shiggy—but Kurogiri manages to open a warp right before Izuku can reach him. This is where things get...funky.

-Izuku activates One For All as he disappears into the warp. Kurogiri opens a gate somewhere nearby. Todoroki and the others wait for Izuku to reappear...but he doesn’t.

-Todoroki, Uraraka and Ojiro gang up on Kurogiri and demand their friend back. Kurogiri doesn’t know what to do, this has never happened before, and he doesn’t know how to bring Izuku back. Apparently his warp malfunctioned, and Izuku seemed to get lost between dimensions.

-Finally, several minutes later, Izuku reappears. In the ensuing chaos Kurogiri and Shigaraki make their escape. Izuku is weak and shaking from the distorted warp, so Todoroki calls Aizawa and takes him back to campus.

-Izuku explains that it felt like he was falling, and almost like his entire body was trying to rip itself apart molecule by molecule—but then he fell back into the warp and came out on the other side like he was supposed to. Recovery Girl checks on him and just says that he’s in shock, no other injuries besides that. Izuku tries telling her about the strange feeling of pain he had, but she just says it might be a side effect of Kurogiri’s quirk, and that it might be some sort of delayed reaction. Izuku accepts that and things go back to normal

Rest is under the cut because she is looooooong lmao

-Except they don’t. Izuku starts to have strange dreams about somebody calling out to him. They leave him feeling unsettled and shaky in the mornings, almost like how he felt right after the warp. The dreams don’t go away—they keep coming back almost every night, and while they seem to get clearer, he still can’t figure out what they mean.

-Things start to get worse when the dreams transition over into the waking world, and Izuku starts to see flashes of someone with white hair and sad eyes in the corners of his vision. He easily gets distracted during training, and can’t seem to shake the worried feeling he has about this being important. 

-It all comes to a head when Izuku suddenly finds himself in that weird place between dimensions during a training drill. He’s only there for a few seconds, but he’s finally able to catch a glimpse of what that world is like, because the last time he was there he was falling and spiraling and was too panicked to pay attention to his surroundings. After he snaps back to himself, he wonders if it was just in his head, but when it happens again and his friends have to shake him out of it, he realizes that his mind keeps transporting to that world...it seems like his place in reality is faltering.

-The “visions” slowly continue to get longer and longer each time, with Izuku slipping into that world more often. It’s getting harder to hide it from his classmates and teachers, and finally, there’s a time where it happens and Izuku is unresponsive for over 15 minutes. The person with the white hair keeps showing up, and Izuku is desperate to find out who they are

-During another training session, Izuku feels the lapse coming on, and decides to hide away for a bit to let it pass. Except this time he doesn’t just slip into the nether dimension with just his mind—this time his whole body transports there...and he finally figures out the truth.

-Izuku searches through the new world. Everything is distorted and gravity is all topsy turvy, and when he finally catches sight of the person reaching out to him in his dreams, he follows them. At long last he discovers just who has been communicating with him...and it’s himself!!

-The mystery ghost is finally revealed: an older Izuku, from another timeline. He explains to Izuku that the place they’re in now is a world between time and space that acts as a stabilizer and general overseer of other timelines and worlds. He refers to it as the Beyond, or by its more technical name, the nexus. Apparently the other Izuku has been here for a long time, keeping watch over all of his alternate selves and keeping the timelines in balance.

-Izuku questions just why he was brought there, and his alternate self tells him that when he activated One For All in Kurogiri’s warp, it ripped open a hole in space and he was able to make a connection to the Beyond, primarily because of his alternate self’s already existing presence there. That connection is unfortunately unstable so it kept pulling Izuku back in over time. The other Izuku has been trying to fix that connection but wasn’t able to do so without full contact, which is why he’d been reaching out to Izuku in his dreams.

-To make things easier, the other Izuku asks to be called Nexus. Izuku peppers him with questions, but Nexus is reluctant to answer. He decides to send Izuku back while he researches about his connection there to try and fix it—and then he makes Izuku swear that he won’t tell anybody about their interaction, mostly because outsiders shouldn’t be aware of the Beyond’s existence in the first place.

-Izuku arrives back in his world and realizes that several hours have passed since he vanished into the Beyond. His classmates and teachers swarm him when he returns, saying that they were about to send out pros to go find him. Toshinori questions Izuku about what’s been going on with him lately, but due to the promise he made Izuku can’t answer.

-As the days pass, Izuku continuously visits Nexus (mostly because he has no choice in the matter, being dragged there by the distortion lol) and tries to pry more answers out of him. Nexus is shockingly tight lipped and Izuku knows that something bad must have happened in his timeline for him to be here. Being older isn’t the only factor tying into Nexus’ general quiet demeanor and more serious attitude. Meanwhile, Toshinori and the Dekusquad are hurt by Izuku’s silence on what’s going on with him, and Izuku has an internal struggle over what matters more: the promise he made, or the trust of his friends and family. It’s a rough time.

-Izuku breaks down and Nexus realizes that maybe it’s time he starts being more forthcoming—he knows what the burden of secrets does to Izuku, being Izuku himself. Nexus finally reveals that his timeline had been completely wiped from existence centuries ago, due to an epic, climactic battle with AFO who was attempting to figure out how to access the Beyond and gain control over it in order to rule over all possible timelines. Apparently there was a backlash when AFO tried to access the Beyond and it caused the timeline to be erased. Izuku is absolutely horrified by the truth, realizing that billions of people existing in that timeline are just...gone now. Including everyone he loves. 

-Izuku asks if AFO is gone too. Nexus looks haunted by that, but says he’s sure that he’s gone for good...leaving himself as the only proof that his world even existed at all. After Izuku leaves, Nexus decides to do a bit of digging, just to make sure that the AFO from his world truly is dead. And what he finds is not comforting.

-Apparently, after the timeline had been wiped from existence, Nexus wasn’t the only one who was tossed out before it happened. He discovers that AFO is still around, and that he’s been skulking between timelines, gathering new quirks and more power. Terrified, Nexus summons Izuku and tells him of his findings, and says that if AFO were to come after him in the Beyond, or any of them from any timeline, there’s no way they would survive the battle.

-Izuku convinces Nexus to come to his timeline to explain everything, because clearly this is no longer a one man job and something Nexus can’t handle by himself. The issue with that is that the Beyond has a strict no interference policy, at least on the basis of entering the timelines and tampering with them, so Nexus has been stuck there for centuries because he’s literally not allowed to go timeline hopping lol

-However, since Izuku was able to make a connection there and can travel between the two worlds freely (for the most part…) he’s able to utilize that connection to allow Nexus to enter his dimension. Nexus sees the sky for the first time in hundreds of years and is shaken into complete silence.

-The rest of the Dekusquad happen to be there when Izuku arrives with his alternate self and immediately bombard him with questions, but Izuku tells them the first thing they need to do is go see All Might and the other teachers to explain what’s going on.

-Upon seeing All Might again for the first time in centuries, Nexus bursts into tears (and this is a MONUMENTAL moment because Izuku hasn’t seen him cry once since meeting him, even when he told him that everyone he loved no longer exists). There’s a lot of fluffy family bonding and it’s very soft. Toshi holds onto both his boys and cries and I’M EMO LISTEN

-Nexus prepares to tell all the staff what’s going on, but first he reveals to Izuku that he didn’t...exactly tell him everything about what happened to his timeline. A quirk user is brought in who can read memories and project them on a movie screen, and the teachers and Izuku watch in horrified silence as they experience the last night of terror and heartbreak Nexus went through before his timeline was erased forever.

-The memories play back. Izuku is awoken in the middle of the night to find that the entire city is burning. The screams and pleas for help echo all around, and he finds that he can’t get into contact with any of his friends. Racing outside, Izuku looks up to see AFO silhouetted against the red sky, floating among the ashes and smoke. As Izuku hurries to catch up to him, he witnesses the sheer horror of a mass body count and hundreds dead along the way, including lots of minor and pro heroes that he knows.

-Izuku finally reaches AFO and immediately leaps into the fight. He doesn’t stand a chance. AFO has gathered too many quirks, and explains his plan to escape this dimension and gain access to the Beyond in order to spread his control further. Izuku is joined by his friends, but does not get to enjoy their help for long, because each of them are struck down, one by one. Fueled by rage and grief, Izuku ramps up OFA all the way and completely lets loose, chipping away at AFO while he cries over the deaths of his friends. Yeah this is gruesome and dark as shit and I’m not sorry

-AFO is about to get one final attack in—but Bakugou arrives at the last second and takes the blow for him. Bakugou dies in Izuku’s arms and that’s the last straw—OFA goes out of control right as AFO is preparing to open a warp to the Beyond, and the power spark causes a backlash that distorts everything, making the world glitch out.

-When Izuku wakes up, he finds himself in the Beyond with the blood of his friends on his hands. Information starts flooding into his brain about the Beyond and all of the timelines it’s tied to, and Izuku realizes what has happened. His home is gone...his friends, his family, the entire world...all wiped from existence. Now he is the only one left, tasked with taking care of the Beyond and mourning his losses for the rest of eternity.

-Needless to say, everyone watching the memories play are extremely emotional, and Izuku (our Izuku) is overcome with so much grief for his alternate self that they end up in an embrace, sharing a feeling that only they know between each other.

-Nezu and the other teachers agree to help Nexus defeat AFO once and for all. Nexus tells them that bringing in Class 1-A would be smart as well, and that he won’t make the same mistake twice and let them die. They decide to battle it out in the Beyond, it being the safest place to go wild without any risk of casualties or property destruction. And so!! Izuku introduces Nexus to the rest of the class, they all take a trip to the Beyond together, and so begins their grand training arc.

-Nexus preps each member of Class 1-A individually and on teams. They take turns going up against him and all get their asses thoroughly handed to them :) Nexus is hella strong and has had centuries to practice. He teaches them how to use the terrain of the Beyond, how to deal with the gravity and use it to their advantage. He tells them how to look for AFO’s tells and quirks so they can deal with his multipurpose battle style. Overall it’s a very fun yet stressful time with lots of bonding, sleepovers in the Beyond, and everybody getting a huge ass crush on Nexus because 1. He pretty, 2. He stronk, 3. He’s literally an eldritch being at this point, and 4. It’s Izuku. How can they not.

-There’s a time where Nexus takes Izuku to a special corner of the Beyond, and Izuku sees it’s covered for miles and miles and miles with gravestones. Izuku realizes that Nexus had spent years crafting as many as he could for all of the people that were erased from his timeline, even those he didn’t know, and at this point he’s lost count with how many there are. There’s a separated section with all of his family members and friends, and each of the stones are carved with special memorials. The rest of the class shows up and gets to look at their own gravestones and it’s fucked up as shit!! It’s very emotional and then everybody smothers Nexus with hugs and hgnhhhgh 🥺

Obviously there’s a lot that happens after this and the whole battle and everything but like. I don’t have all that planned out yet. But this is the general idea for the most part!! I’ve had a lot of fun brainstorming for this AU, I would do anything for Nexus period, and I’m super excited to start making content for it >:D

THANK YOU FOR READING and thanks for letting me infodump oh my god this is so long

[barnesandco]

Little Hands (II)

Series Masterlist

You, Bucky, and Anastasia pay Bruce Banner a visit. 

This is an entry for @star-spangled-bingo 2021. Word count: 1836. Square filled: “You don’t wanna know.”

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: More Sad Child. Needles, fear of. So much overthinking.

A/N: Gosh, I’m so glad I got this chapter edited in time. I hope you like it and I’m sorry for skipping out on y’all last week! To make up for it, there’ll be two updates this weekend, so look out for the next chapter tomorrow! Lmk what you thinkkkk

The Avengers Compound is every bit as spectacular as you could have possibly hoped, and yet you’re unable to fully appreciate it because of the sheer absurdity of the situation. Your hand is in the vice-tight grip of the supposed daughter of your neighbor, who happens to be an Avenger.

Said neighbor is pacing back and forth in front of you as you sit in Bruce Banner’s laboratory, with Anastasia beside you while you wait for Bruce to arrive. Ana is remarkably calm, her young features – the round cheeks, still-wet eyes – made mature by her abnormal silence. Something about her makes you think she’s used to this kind of tension. Something about her screams war-child. Perhaps this grip she has on you is the first demand she has made in a long time, the only tantrum she has ever been allowed to throw.

While you aren’t particularly experienced with children, you think you want her to feel safe with you, because it seems she hasn’t been elsewhere. Ana’s eyes flit around the room in the only behavioral indication of her youth – a childlike curiosity, shining in the face of this fancy, new place that gleams like a toy store. Every now and then, her gaze jumps back from the alien appearance of the lab to her father (?) who seems intent on wearing a hole in the tiles with his pacing.

It is beginning to wear on you: both Bucky’s pacing and Ana’s steadily increasing anxiety. He hasn’t said a word to her since he opened the envelope, only asked that you accompany him to the Compound seeing as Ana won’t go alone with him (You would have gone with him even if that hadn’t been so. Though the nature of your relationship is ambiguous at times, the strength of your friendship is not. You’ll figure this out. You won’t leave him alone). Clearly, there is some unspoken memory that has him convinced the claim in the letter is plausible. Neither of you would be here if it wasn’t.

Bucky doesn’t talk too much about his past. He has offered a few of the shattered shards of his past reflection to you in the few night-caped moments you have hammered on his door upon hearing shouts across the hall. Between that, and what you know thanks to Black Widow’s file dump, the big Avengers’ in-fight in Europe last summer, the consequent resolution to the Accords, and Bucky’s publicized pardon, you can guess at the traumas that lurk in the depths of him.

They’re traumas that are closer to the surface of his eyes now, pulled forth by this new life, this little soul that has no business with such dark things, and the implication that this holds. Ana, innocent as she may be, is an insinuation of what else might have been unwillingly torn from Bucky.

You don’t want to think about it, because it hurts to do so, because you care for him, in many, many ways. It seems that Anastasia is also starting to tire of it. With every step Bucky takes, her hand tightens on yours. Fortunately, soon, the door to your left opens, and Bruce Banner enters his lab.

He's appropriately disheveled for this hour in the morning. Under his pristine lab coat, one of his shirt buttons is done into the wrong buttonhole, but his eyes are alert, frantic even, though you get the feeling that this is a man always on the edge of escape.

Bucky lets out a breath he seems to have been holding at the same time as his shoulders tense. “Thanks for coming so early, Doctor Banner. I wouldn’t have called if—”

“You never call, so I know it must have been important. But it looks like I’ve kept you waiting anyways,” Banner says, his eyes widening as they move from Bucky, to you, to the little girl at your side. “What’s the matter? You know I’m not a medical doctor, right?” He asks, putting a work bench between himself and his visitors.

Bucky clears his throat, and doesn’t quite know how to say what he needs to. After a few more seconds of hesitation, in which Banner waits patiently, Bucky extracts the envelope containing the fateful letter from his pocket, and hands it over.

The furrows in Doctor Banner’s brow multiply spontaneously, and when he looks up, Bucky gestures with a subtle nod of his head to Ana. He has yet to explain your presence, but you think Doctor Banner is a smart man. It won’t take more than Anastasia’s tight hold on you for him to put two and two together. Sometimes, a scared child is just that, no matter how unusual.

Most of their ensuing conversation is held at a lowered volume, set by Bucky, probably out of courtesy for Ana. You can hear snatches and phrases, most of them confirmations of things you had expected and some, not so much. Lobby security cam footage… fingerprints… paternity test… serum… blood sample…

By the end of it, some facsimile of a plan seems to have evolved between the two men, because Doctor Banner turns away with a smile and you, taking it as a welcome, stand and approach him. He rounds his desk and shakes your hand, exchange introductions though he hardly needs one, and then, he crouches, the way Bucky had, and offers Ana his hand.

“Hi, I’m Bruce.”

“Ana.”

Bucky steps forward. “Anastasia—” the name is clumsy on his tongue, because he’s scared. You can see it, and you hope he knows you are, too, but you’ll stand with him regardless, “—Bruce is going to check that you aren’t sick.”

“I’m okay.”

“We need to be sure.”

“Okay.”

Banner pulls out a chair, and you’re about to sit Ana down on it, when she pushes you gently into it, and sits on your lap. You can do nothing but wrap your arms gently around her, so she doesn’t fall. The apology in Bucky’s eyes is melted with a sympathetic smile. It’s alright. A child developing an inexplicable affection for you is not the worst thing to ever happen to you.

Ana is warm and a comfortable weight on you, and you hold her as loosely as you can, feel the movement of her chest against your arms with each breath. Her hair is a mix of wool-thick and silk-soft against your chin, smelling faintly of the sugar-sweet strawberry scent found in children’s shampoos. Someone took care of her.

Someone she isn’t asking for. What kind of child doesn’t ask for their mother, past the initial, momentary heartbreak? How has she come to terms with the apparent change in custody, when the new custodian hasn’t?

Whether Bucky is to be the new guardian has yet to be determined. You can see Bruce pulling out a syringe and preparing a vial. You wonder if she’s scared of needles. Bucky flinches at the sight of them, even now. He’s said that his disdain for the cold clinicism of medicine dates back to long before Hydra. Medical equipment reminds him of worrying that his best friend was going to die. It’s the fear he has harbored longest, longer than his fear of war, of gunshots in the dark, of blood on his hands.

Ana shares it. When she sees the needle, she screams, and Bucky lunges forward to help you hold her in place. She’s so, so much stronger than you thought and while you can hold her limbs, her head thrashes about, and so does her torso, making it impossible for Bruce to get to the inside of her elbow.

In the chaos, your eye lands on a trinket on a nearby desk, sitting there like a peace offering, literally beckoning to you. “Hey, Ana,” you whisper-yell, trying not to get hit in the jaw by her head. “Do you like animals? Cats? I have a friend who has lots and lots of cats, and I could take you to see them.” It’s working. You’re out of breath, but she’s quieting. Most little kids love cats. You love cats. “I think Bruce has a toy cat. See, over there?” You dare to lift an arm to point at the maneki-neko on the table. Ana stills. Her eyes follow the hypnotic movement, and the syringe at Ana’s elbow does its job.

When the bandage is put on, you and Bucky let go with twin nervous chuckles of relief and disbelief, and Bruce puts the vial in a machine. Ana hops off to approach the desk, and bats at the paw waving at her like a mirror of it.

“We should have the results soon. I think the others are starting to wake up, if you want to say hi,” Bruce says, taking off his glasses and wiping them on the corner of his lab coat.

“Maybe later,” you say, seeing that Bucky is hardly in any position to converse casually with his teammates right now. Not to mention, it’d be a lot of work to explain Ana, especially before having any sort of confirmation of who she is.

Bucky pulls out a chair next to you while Bruce opens a laptop a few counters away, and an x-ray machine lifts its head behind Ana, who has moved on from the lucky cat, and is stroking the leaves of a flowering plant.

“Peace lily,” Bucky says, startling you. You look at him, the bags under his eyes, the way he almost looks his age right now, and fight the urge to hold his hand. “It’s the first flower I bought for my apartment. I put it in a community garden after a nightmare about the war. Didn’t feel right for me to have it.”

He's talking about the Second World War. The war always refers to his first war. You think he’s talking about peace, and not the lily, after what he’s done. After what he was forced to do.

“It’s not your fault,” is an automatic response, and never enough, especially for the war, because at least he was in his own senses, even if he was drafted. It always elicits a self-deprecating laugh, but right now, he’s too tired for even that.

Right now, he can only watch as the x-ray camera follows Ana around the room, from the peace lilies, to an Amazon elephant’s ear, to a strange sculpture made from Coca-Cola cans glued together by what looks like spider-webs.

Too soon, Bruce calls you over to his work station. You follow Bucky, one eye on Ana.

“She’s yours,” Bruce says, and Bucky inhales sharply. Now, you do take his hand, stroke the metal ridges with your calloused thumb. “But she has disproportionately more of your DNA than her mother’s.”

“What does that mean?”

Bruce wrings his hands. “She’s not a complete clone, but nearly a genetic copy. 80% of a clone, if you will.”

Bucky is growing increasingly uncomfortable, shifting next to you. “How’s that possible?”

“You don’t wanna know.”

[leahseclipse]

Unexpected visit

“Could you do a one-shot about Spencer and y/n aka his secret long term gf. They have a baby together and Spencer hasn't told the team for security reasons and one day y/n passes by the BAU when returming from a baby check up or smth and she goes to see him (with the baby), completely forgetting that they don't know anything and the baby (who can talk a little) calls him dada in front of everyone and the team is just left in shock. And just pure chaos ensues (aka everyone loving the baby genius)”

Requested by: @enchantedthoughts​

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Category: Fluff

Warnings: None that I can think of, just cute dad!spencer

Summary: Spencer and his girlfriend had a child together that stayed a secret for security reasons; but when the reader happens to go to the bureau one day, the visit, supposed to be casual, turns into a surprising revelation that no one expected.

Word count: 1.8 k 

A/N: AAAAA TYSM- It’s like, my very very first request, and I was so excited the day I went into my inbox to see that ;;;;;;;- you have no idea how happy u made me by sending me a request- I hope that you'll like it,, I currently don’t have a child and never took care of one, so excuse me for the mistakes I've did for the behaviour and stuff,,,

(The fic hasn't been checked over so I'm sorry if there's any mistakes.)

When their daughter was born, they didn’t quite expect what had followed next. It was really difficult, but, the only complication that was to be taken into account was to not let anything slip out about her.

As much as Spencer wanted to, he couldn’t mention her at work, after both him and y/n had discussed the possible risks. Of course, the possibility of them occurring are not frequent, but not impossible as Spencer insisted during the chat they’ve had.

He had thought that it would be better to keep her as a secret for security reasons after witnessing what had happened around him; whether with people he was close with, or people he’d encounter with during cases, or at work.

On y/n’s side, she only happened to be working part-time at a small café, she’d mainly take orders and eventually clean, but she wasn’t very close with them, and had her daughter before she began working there, so whether she had let them know or not, nothing much would have changed.

Even though her job wasn’t as dangerous and totally not the same as Spencer’s, it also was preferable not to say anything else, she just decided not to inform her colleagues either.

At first, keeping the secret wasn’t as easy as they’d thought, but the only thing that they both wanted was to keep her safe, and it if meant that they couldn’t share it, especially for Spencer, as his team was as his family, they had to do with it, their child’s safety would go first.

They had managed to keep up with both their works and personal lives; Spencer would often have to take calls where no one could hear nor see him so he could see her.

It really was surprising to see him with a different phone, his old phone wasn’t the one to be usually seen, but he couldn’t resist to see her.

Spencer happened to be less at home than y/n, so video calls were a solution to be with her, in a way.

After that, the sudden change eventually had to be explained, as he wasn’t the kind to even touch a computer usually.

They had wished that the phone would be the only explanation to do, but Spencer’s work had decided otherwise.

Spencer didn’t seem to find excuses that would be seen as serious, or even understandable when the time to step aside for having time with his family when she was born had come.

It had eventually went well, really. More than expected.

Even if he couldn’t be home as he wanted to after he had to go back to work full-time, he really appreciated the little time he’d have with them.

He really didn’t expect all of this to happen at all just a few years ago, but he couldn’t wish for better now.

Both appreciated being with their daughter everyday, they’d get to discover more and more about her and enjoyed every moment they’d spend all together.

She had even begun talking a bit, sometimes some blabbering, or even fairly understandable words; like ‘dada’ or ‘mama’ recently, along with many others, including some invented ones.

They have been amazed by the number of stuff she’d learn each day, and couldn’t wait to see more.

Unfortunately, it’d have to wait.

She had a couple of appointments scheduled to see how she was doing, and happened to have one today, so ‘admiration time’ would have to wait.

Luckily, the appointment was on one of y/n’s days off, which could be attended without having to look for someone to cover her shift, or for Spencer to excuse himself if he didn’t happen to be on a case.

As expected, it didn’t take much time and she wasn’t fuzzy or anything, she was really calm for once, it really wasn’t surprising. She was usually calm in general and wouldn’t cause much problems.

But now that the appointment was done, she didn’t happen to have much on her schedule, and she could either go home or take a walk with her.

The weather seemed nice...ish, but she wasn’t so sure. She could, perhaps...pretend that Spencer forgot something, and go to his work?

That seemed like a good idea, and totally what she wanted to do.

Y/N had first decided to make a quick trip back to the apartment to catch some stuff she’d probably need, before heading to the car towards the bureau, it didn’t take much, just about twenty minutes, and plus, her daughter happened to be a bit sleepy, which was quite nice instead of having her cry the whole ride.

She had never come here at all, only walked by it or saw it when she happened to drive by, but never had she actually stepped inside.

She didn’t even know where to go, and even find where the hell Spencer could be, the only information she’d had was that he could possibly be at the 6th floor, somewhere in a room with desks.

Wow, very helpful.

The desks are literally EVERYWHERE.

She didn’t know what any of them looked like, she had only heard from them, and if Spencer showed her pictures of them, that must have been a while ago, because she barely remembers a single one.

That’s when she began to ask herself what the hell she was doing here.

How was she going to do, if literally, no one knew her, and, now that she realises, isn’t really supposed to be here.

She probably...got herself into a mess. Probably.

Y/N had swore that the universe was against her, because just when she had stepped in the ‘room with desks’, a couple of voices could be heard from the small staircase leading to a corridor.

“Y/N?” A familiar voice asked, which seemed a bit...nervous as well.

She tried her best not to let too much emotions show on her face, as she was literally around at least...eight profilers.

“Dada!” The child that she held in her arms yelled, as she pointed at Spencer.

Definitely screwed.

It’s over.

“Did that child just call him dad, or did I misheard it?” A blonde woman -probably JJ- asked, looking around as if she looked for approbation.

“You didn’t misheard it.” They all said.

In the meantime, y/n and Spencer just looked in the void, definitely realising that the secret they had tried to keep had just exposed them.

They wouldn’t have thought once that their own child would expose them.

“I think we may own everyone here an explanation, no?” Y/N hesitantly asked, looking at Spencer as if he could make the situation less worse than it already was.

“...we do.” Spencer answered, walking up to where his girlfriend was.

“For how long have you been hiding this beautiful girl and that cutie…?”

“Uh...I’ve been with her for...almost four years, and she’s going to be two soon.” Spencer answered, looking at Penelope. “You guys are really worrying me, is something wrong?”

“No, it’s just that...we’re, really, really, surprised. Especially for the child.”

“Yeah, it uh...mainly was for security reasons, for both of them. It if wasn’t for that, you guys would have already known.”

“At least uh...you know me, and I know you guys.” Y/N said, trying to break the silence.

“It’s really wow...she has Spence’s eyes too.” JJ told, a small smile on her face.

“She’s way too cute, no wonder why she’s so beautiful, look at her parents.” Penelope gestured at the couple.

“You really did hide them from us for a while.” One of the men said, as y/n just looked in confusion. “Oh, I’m uh, Matt.”

“Y/N. It’s uh…a bit overwhelming, there’s a lot of people I don’t know. I know names, but not which name to put on who’s face.

“It wasn’t...planned.” Spencer joined, pulling her close to reassure her.

"It's ok, don't worry. It won't change anything, we love you as much as we loved you before, we're happy to know that everything is going well with your small family."

"Yeah, I was aware of that, I've heard a lot of good stuff about everyone, I was just afraid. It's been a while since we got together, and had her, so it sure was surprising to know that your genius had a small family without anyone knowing." Y/N said, looking down at the small girl in her arms.

"It sure wasn't easy. I've had to find an excuse for whatever family member when I needed to take care of her. At least, I don't have to create an excuse about an imaginary aunt anymore." Spencer admitted.

"And also, if uh…we do have another one, you won't have to find a super difficult excuse, that time."

"Oh, yeah...that."

"That, yeah. I've had her before I began working, so I didn't have explanations to do. Now uh...am I supposed to let them know?"

"If you want to. It's already too late here. Our own child exposed us, even, if it was a bit too late to get out of that mess from the moment everyone saw her. Hm?"

"A...bit too late. But, as she was great today, we can excuse her."

"Mhm. We can." Spencer agreed, as he looked at the people around along with y/n.

"So, everything's good?" Y/N asked.

"Of course! We're not upset or anything, it was just surprising at first. But now that I know about you two, you don't imagine the number of gifts and attention you're about to get." Penelope clearly did everyone else know that she wouldn't take her attention off them for a while.

"I can imagine. She's going to have a lot of aunts and uncles now that she has everyone here, she's going to be so spoiled." Y/N joked.

"You have no idea." A black haired woman said, she probably was Emily.

"Do you have time right now? You could stay for a bit, we don't have much to do." Spencer asked Y/N, to which she was quick to answer by nodding.

"Yeah, I am. Plus, after that, I don't think that I would get to go home before answering a million questions." Y/N said, trying to not look more stressed that she already was.

"Yay! We get to spend more with them!" Garcia said, visibly excited at the idea.

Even though nothing of that was planned to happen for a while, it went well overall. Of course, they would have preferred to wait a bit more, but they can't do much now.

The positive point is that she'll get to talk about her freely now, especially with his co-workers now that they know.

They've all been surprised, but very welcoming. They all reassured her and she really liked their presence.

Y/N really knew what Spencer meant when he considered them as family, they really were as a real one, and now, she gets to be a part of it along with their daughter.

The unexpected visit turned out to be a surprising revelation, that again, surprisingly turned out into a joyful mess.

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[a-libra-writes]

okay so like what i thought of was basically it’s a stark reader(robb’s twin) like in the hc, BUT up until theon left to go recruit his father they had a kind of unspoken thing going on and we’re clearly in love with each other just neither one had the guts to say it(theon would even pick out whores specifically bc they looked like the reader) and so(like in the hc) roose bolton captures her and their direwolf at the red wedding to marry her to ramsay. who subsequently becomes slightly(but let’s be honest this is ramsay) obsessed with her, and one day her direwolf makes its way into the kennels only to find and lay next to theon. it refuses to come out and even snarls in a protective way if someone tried to get theon out of the kennel. the servants decide that the best way to get the direwolf out is with its owner, reader and theon have a ready reunion and he kind of snaps out of reek for a short period of time. butttttt then ramsay gets jealous and chaos ensues :))))) hope you like it!!!! yeah it is kind of based off of the hc you did lol

first of all how dare you anon???????? i thought about this ask way too much today and it HURTS

So lets start with this. Theon was ten when he was taken from his family, he’s witnessed his home be invaded and the castle walls destroyed. Heard about his older brothers being murdered. May have seen their heads on spikes. Taken from his sweet mother, and older sister, probably didn’t see his uncles and father??? there sure as shit weren’t any nice goodbyes.

Yes Ned didn’t approve of this whole thing, but he saw it as a better alternative to another war coming up. Robert saw it as mercy; he wasn’t destroying the whole Greyjoy line or burning their keep to the ground.

So with all of that, he arrives in Winterfell, where it’s freezing. Travelled with the man that may have led to the deaths of his older brothers. Meets this man’s wife, who clearly isn’t happy he’s there. And meets this man’s children, who are young and just staring at him and his strange clothes. 

Now that we’ve got that out of the way....

I really like Theon and Robb’s friendship, and how it almost progressed to the level of Jon and Robb’s brotherhood, but not quite. I think that’s because he’s older by several years in the books, and while Jon is “at least” Stark, Theon is not. He’s a hostage. A potential danger. Catlyn likely doesn’t want her oldest anywhere near him but if Robb is going off to play with the Ironborn boy, why can’t Y/N? She’ll sneak out if she has to! She wants to talk to him and ask him questions. He’s annoyed by a stupid girl trailing him around, and tells her as much. 

I like to think they have an annoying sibling relationship for a while, and Y/N is very fascinated with him, but she also has a great deal of empathy because she starts to realize his situation. She’s still a child, but she knows he was taken from his family and struggles to understand why her father would do that. Ned tries to explain it to her, but I think it’ll always feel wrong to her, so even if Theon teases her and she teases back, she’s always nice to him even when her mother tries to discourage them socializing.

And of course, my favorite trope.  They get older and start to realize feelings, she grows into a beautiful lady and still wants to hang out with him and Robb. She still smiles at him during feasts and comes to watch him practice at archery and still glares at anyone who dares insult him. “You’ll do well to keep your words to yourself, especially where it pertains to matters you don’t understand,” She’ll sneer at lordlings who come in to gawk at the Ironborn. Theon loves it when she talks “like a lady” to annoying guests and lords. She speaks far more casually with him and her siblings. 

His crush is intense!!!! It’s so much. It hits him early and puberty + Theon brain just makes it worse. Like you said, he absolutely picks whores that look similar to her - I HC he generally seeks whores at an early age bc 1) thats just an OK thing to do for young men in Westeros and 2) he’s really lacking in physical affection and acceptance in general. 

He has no chance with a Lady Y/N Stark. Not a single fucking chance, but he still daydreams. When he was younger especially, when he hoped the Starks would accept him, when he thought he’d never return home - maybe they’d see him like a son, maybe, if he was good. Maybe if he was good enough, she’d ... but no. That’s all pipe dreams. The older he gets, the more he knows it, but knowing doesn’t help the bitterness.

I think it’d be even worse if Y/N saw him in a more romantic light than a familial or platonic one. The yearning. The pain!! The shared glances after touching each other’s hands, wondering if the other person knows or cares as much, but never knowing for sure because how the hell can you ask that? How would it ever be appropriate? 

There’s so much to this. Ramsay just adds a dozen layers of angst and complications 😂

Obviously Theon’s betrayal and “death” would break her heart, among other things. The war is not kind to the Starks. She has a lot of pain by the time she’s married to Ramsay. 

Also YOU’RE BREAKING MY HEART like the idea of her direwolf sniffing out Theon, even after all that, or just seeing him and instantly curling up. Theon’s half asleep, half delirious, but he feels the warmth of the fur and for a wild moment believes it’s Grey Wind. He feels the wet nose on his face and the wolf gently licks his wounds. This isn’t the hounds that snap at him and bring their fleas. The wolf curls up with him, and it’s probably the most peaceful sleep Theon’s had in months.

Later Y/N realizes her direwolf has been gone for hours and searches for it in a panic. She doesn’t want to go into the dungeons, she hates them, hates the sounds and the smells coming from them, but she doesn’t know where else to look. She’s sick to her stomach wondering why her wolf is down there, what if Ramsay -? No. He wouldn’t... would he?

And yes, Ramsay’s men have been trying to get Theon out per their master’s orders and can’t. The direwolf refuses. Theon has to crawl out on his own, all bones and scars and scabs and wounds, and the wolf sticks to his legs. Shows its teeth to anyone even looking at him. That’s when Y/N hears the commotion and comes down, she has no idea who this old man is - then... Recognition. Terrifying, heart-wrenching recognition.

When she holds him, she’s not sure who falls down first. It could be either of them; Theon from weakness and shock, her from heartache and relief. And he’s Theon again. He says his name, and her’s, and it’s hard for him to think straight and get the words out. But there is I’m sorry.

She demands an explanation from Roose. There’s no point in hiding it now. And she turns on Ramsay for it, and lord knows he won’t feel guilty about it. I feel like Theon would get slightly better treatment now, both because the direwolf is at his heels as much as Y/N’s and now she has a close eye on him. If anything else happens, she’s going to raise hell in the Dreadfort. All the anger and fire and outrage has been stoked again. Ramsay is not pleased with any of these developments.

And yeah if she and Theon had romantic feelings, this is about to get much more complicated :^)

[rocorambles]

OK BUT WHICH BOYS WOULD HAVE TO SLEEP WITH A TIDDIE IN HAND OR ELSE THEY CANT SLEEP AND MAKE A BIG FUSS

HAHAHA WAIT I LOVE THIS!! As a big tiddie girl myself and someone who loves big tiddie boys and girls, I relate to this so much. Off the top of my head, this is going to be Kuroo, Bokuto, and Atsumu. 

Warnings: Implied NSFW, but really this is just some slightly spicy fluff

Kuroo

- Okay, so he doesn’t necessarily need to have a tiddie in his hand to sleep, but what he does like to do is smush his face in the valley of your breasts so that his cheeks and face are squished by your breasts. 

- He’s always needed two pillows on either side of his head to sleep and this is pretty much the same thing, but better! Your breasts are softer and warmer than his pillows and he swears his bed hair isn’t nearly as bad when he replaces his pillows with your breasts. 

- Unfortunately, it’s not always the most comfortable position for both of you and there’s a hilarious scuffle between the two of you when you whine that his head’s too heavy or when you shift your position at night and suddenly his head falls off your chest and he’s abruptly woken up. 

- And the two of you sound and look like yowling and hissing cats as you try to shove his head off of you and as he digs his claws into you as he stubbornly insists on his favorite position. 

- But sooner or later one of you gets tired (usually you) and Kuroo beams like a cat who’s got milk as he re-buries his head into your chest and contently closes his eyes and falls back to sleep while you roll your eyes, a smile tugging at your lips when you watch your boyfriend instantly pass out again. 

Bokuto

- Bokuto just cannot keep his hands off of you in general and most of the time it’s not even sexual. He just loves the way you feel in his arms, loves how much softer you are than him, loves how different your breasts feel from anything on his rock hard body. And he finds comfort in just holding them, cupping them, touching them. 

- You don’t really mind Bokuto’s physical affection. In fact you love it and you just smile as he wraps his arms around you, innocently holding your breasts in his hand as he casually talks to you about how your day was. 

- But nighttime is a different story and you’ve learned the hard way that Bokuto is huge into cuddling after waking up drenched in sweat and almost being choked to death by his strong muscular arms as he clutches and wraps around you like you’re a large teddy bear. 

- The two of you always fall asleep fine and you find the weight of his arms and hands against you comforting, finding security in the way he holds you. But when you wake up in discomfort, instinctively squirming away from your boyfriend, chaos ensues and you yelp when strong calloused hands insistently tug you back towards him. 

- It’s a game of tug and war until you smack your boyfriend’s head and owlish eyes open and stare at you in confusion, a pout on his lips when he asks you why you hit him and woke him up. But he sheepishly smiles when you explain yourself and tells you to go back to sleep, that he’d give you some space to cool down from his body heat and the two of you sleep on your respective ends of the bed...only for you to wake up when Bokuto’s body unconsciously finds its way to you, curling around you in a familiar pattern. 

Atsumu

- Okay, first off, this boy would whine about anything that he doesn’t get his way when the two of you are dating. 

- But you have every right to be wary of your boyfriend’s seemingly “innocent” touches because you KNOW they’re going to end up as anything but innocent with his lack of control and unhealthily high libido. 

- So you’re constantly smacking his wandering hands away during the day, not even entertaining the idea of letting him do anything more than hold your hands and give you chaste pecks in public. 

- You give him more freedom at home, letting him give open mouthed kisses, letting him pull you into his lap, but when the kisses start becoming too harsh and trail down too far down your neck, when he begins to push and grind against your ass, you’re quick to pull away, telling him you need to get chores done first, rolling your eyes as he whines and whines about being “touch-starved” despite making you unable to walk pretty much every night. 

- But night time is a different story and you let him pull you close to him, let him massage and knead your breasts in his calloused hands as he wraps his body around yours. Atsumu loves your body, can’t ever get enough of it, and you feel so beautiful, so loved as he just spends what feels like eternity learning and memorizing every inch of you. There’s nothing sexual about it, nothing dirty about it and you smile fondly as he stares at you in awe. 

- You remember when you had found it odd at first, embarrassing, unsure what he saw in you that had him so fascinated and you had pulled away from him, trying to hide your body from him shyly. But when you saw the hurt in his eyes and heard his genuine pleas and aggressive affirmations of how beautiful you were, how much he loved you, you had tentatively found your way back into his arms. 

- Needless to say after that, Atsumu never let the two of you sleep, keeping you up with his loud whining and complaining every time you tried to draw away from his hold...not that you’d want anything else other than being wrapped up in his embrace...even if it eventually means that neither of you will get any sleep anyway as adoration slips into something darker and more sensual as the night goes on.